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I got owned by an Hispanic top who fucked me really rough for ages bareback,  He didn't cum but pinned my wrists to the bed the whole time so I had to take it.  Then he pulled out and made me kneel on the floor and rammed his cock in my mouth, grabbed my hair and forced me to deep throat and suck his cock & clean off my shit.  Made me gag several times but he just laughed at me and told me 'take it bitch'.  I really hated having his cock rammed deep down my throat & he knew it.  But he totally owned me & I had no choice but to take it.  Kept skull fucking me until he came & laughed even more when I spluttered on his cum.  After that he just got dressed and left my flat.  I felt like a used slut.  It felt so hot to be used as a bitch and feel so powerless.

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On 12/30/2021 at 5:46 PM, Tampachaser626 said:

My most humiliating post happened last Sunday. Before I begin I will tell how I opened the door to this. Several months ago My GF was working and I thought her 20yr old son was gone as well so I flop on the couch and start watching gay BB porn and jerking off I was just about to drop my load and my gf stepson walks around the corner and catches me. He stared a quick second and back to his room. I turned the tv off, got dressed and took a drive to collect my thoughts. 
 

The whole time I was driving I was trying to figure out what to say to him. After a couple hours I was blank, I didn’t know what to say so I drove home and acted like it never happened and he never mentioned it again.

Fast forward a few months her son tells us he’s going out on his buddies boat after Christmas for a guys afternoon out and ask if I want to go. I had forgotten all about what happened before and said yes.

It started out nice, we were a bit offshore music playing, liquor flowing, and everyone having fun. However as soon as we get farther away from shore the things changed. The music was turned off and my gf son walks over were I’m sitting and calls his buddies over. He tells me sternly “Get up faggot” and his buddies start laughing at me. He forcefully pulls me up then punches me in the stomach causing to drop to my knees.

while I’m on my knees catching my breath he pulls out his cock and tells me since I watch fag porn I must be a fag. He say’s I’ve told all the guys here what I caught you doing. 
now be a good faggot and suck my cock!

He grabs my head and starts face fucking me hard! I’m gagging, slobbering and close to puking while everyone laughs at me.

After 15 mins of a brutal face fuck he starts to cum down my throat and pulls out and finishes with a shot in my eyes.

after I wiped my eyes enough to see I looked up and the rest of the guys (6) have their cocks out. Ready for a turn. 
 

I was face fucked two more times and plastered with cum and opened my mouth instinctively for the 3rd when he pulled me up, bent me over the cooler, spit on his big cock and fucked me hard while the other guys started yelling take that cock faggot!

He fucked me hard for over teeny minutes before he shot his load inside me. 
I spent the next hour getting face and ass fucked until they all had a turn. 
 

when then were done my face and hair was coated with cum spit and piss. My Gf son leaned down and told me I was his bitch from now on and then handed me a pair of French cut panties and told to put them on. 
 

When we got back to the (public) dock I was forced to get off the boat in panties and covered in dry cum and tie off the boat 
it was so far the most humiliating thing that’s happened to me so far. 
 

 

 

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Have had a few humiliating experiences, but the one that happens most frequently is that my older brother will blow his load all over my face and hair and then force me to sit there until it dries. Then he'll send me out to go get him some food - either drive thru McDonalds or go into a restaurant and pick him up an order to go, and then bring it back to him. He often has me take the long way there so that more people can see me as I drive.

When I get back, I have to tell him about all the looks and stares that I got and anything that anyone may have said when they saw me, either at the restaurant or on the road. If someone says something to me, I have to remember the words verbatim, and be able to describe the person in detail.

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On 12/30/2021 at 1:16 PM, bbjockload said:

Tied on short rope/leash w/a guy I just met in corner of cabin in woods for weekend.  — exposed and used by many random dudes, we weren’t let off chain entire time, shared a water/beer/food bowl.  Not allowed to go to bathroom so we had to go in that corner all chained up in front of dudes laughing and then given rags to clean each other up.  

I wish I was the other guy in the corner with you. 

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This is New Orleans, Independence Day weekend, mid 1990s. I'm shit-faced giving head to a beautiful and super nice muscled black guy from Texas in a closed area in the second floor of some bar. He couldn't bring me to his room because his wife was there, I couldn't bring him to mine because I had a most annoying straight roommate. 

After I serviced this fantastic beautiful and nice guy I'm back the first floor, back in the hunt.

I am quickly picked up by a nice and chatty local couple, white guys, good looking. We drive to their place, far from wherever it was that we were.

The house os nice but quickly, what promised to be a threesome turned into something completely different.

They undressed me, shoved me over a big bed in a very baroque styled bedroom. There is a trash can by the bed full of bloody tissues. What the fuck!

They stay dressed, nobody touches my naked body. Not a word, they are not so nice anymore. I am already hard.

A few minutes later, in comes a fourth guy, a not too tall muscle guy, darker, latino or maybe middle eastern looking, with a nice dick and a stupid face.  Nobody asked me if I wanted to be fucked by this guy but they can tell I won't object. They can tell I am happy, expectant, hard and afraid. Without introductions or warning, he shoves his hard dick in my mouth, the other two take their seats, fully dressed just watching the show.

Muscle guy is merciless, and I love it. I learned everything I know about deep throating that night. He is rough, and I quickly learn  new ways to breathe. His dick taste like heaven. I am loving this, I am still afraid. I can see the bloody tissue with the corner of my eye.

Suddenly, muscle guy flips me over, like a rag doll. -Arch your back, bitch!-, he says, I comply willingly. In his cock goes, fast, brutal, hurts like hell feels like heaven. Muscle guy fucks, fucks, and fucks. I am loving this. My recruiters watch us, mildly amused, I believe, they are having drinks.

It's been over an hour since muscle guy walked into the room, now I am being fucked on my back, I am craving a kiss but all I get are salty drops sweat and maybe some spit. I like them, try to savor them. I made peace with the obvious fact that for muscle guy I am an object that follows directions and that surprisingly I am enjoying the realization.

My hole is being wrecked, Muscle guy is not showing any signs of wanting to stop. They audience looks bored, deep in their own minds, although I am enjoying having an audience. It is obvious though that they have no intentions to join.

Without a word muscle guy pulls out. I haven't fully realized how much I hate that his dick is no longer in me when a warm splash of cum drenches my face. Eyelids, nose, full of cum. Fast he shoves his hard dick in my mouth, dumps the rest of his glorious load in it. I swallow try to stroke his shaft with my lips but he pushes me away. He gets up and leaves. During the whole session I heard him say no other words than "arch your back, bitch!".

I wonder if the audience will want to have their way with me now. My hole sure wanted it, my dignity not so much, but who cares about dignity at this point? My body language is saying fuck me, loudly, somebody fuck me, please. In return I get my own underwear thrown to me. -Put his on-, one of them says. I use it to wipe the cum off my eyes, use my tongue to clean around my mouth. Tastes great. I am also hard still.

They lead me to the door,  opened it, shoved me out. I almost fell to the ground. The rest of my clothing is thrown against my back. They shut the door. I began to reconstruct my way back to the bar. At least the neighborhood looks good. The night is still young. I feel humiliated and happy. I wish they had allowed me to say thank you. 

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I can't honestly say that I have NEVER been humiliated, per se..

I have been forced to service total strangers, often, old trolls (when I was much younger), ugly men, men with small dicks, and men with HUMUNGOUS COCKS, been pissed on, and pissed in, called names, had my face and ass slapped, spit in my face (MAJOR turn on for me, especially if they spit in my eyes, while telling me what a filthy faggot slut I am!), had my face forced into a smelly, dirty asshole, been made to lick clean and suck, a dick full of smegma/dick cheese (hated that, but turned on by the treatment), been forced to my knees in semi-public places (alleys, DJ booth, hallways in adult bookstore video arcades, in front of hotel/motel windows, and balconies), while others have watched in disgust, been made to lick shit off the Tops' cocks, and had pictures and videos taken of me being used. I've had men throw money (small amounts) at me, after using me, telling me I'm a cheap whore, but I can honestly say I've never felt humiliated by these acts. 

The opposite, I find myself turned on, by Men using me like a cheap whore/slut/cumdump/pig, turned on seeing the looks of shock and disgust of viewers, and constantly hope that I will some day, find pictures and videos of me being a slut!

I've NEVER had a problem with being used by ugly/unattractive Men, and/or total strangers.

I have, on a couple occasions, been thrown out of a room, totally naked, my clothes thrown out after me, and forced to get dressed in a public hallway, where anyone could see. I'm sure I've shown up on quite a few hotel security cameras naked, or half-dressed, with cum on my face, and/or dripping down my legs. Again, the thought of that, just turns me on more!

I've been surprised when additional Men have either shown up during the acts, or were already in the room when I was brought in, and never turned down the opportunity to service additional Men.

I've shown up at hotel rooms, where the Top told me to drop my pants and bend over, gotten brutally fucked, fast and hard, til the Top came in my ass, and he told me "Get out", sometimes with the words whore or slut, or faggot, added, and that sent a thrill through me, knowing that I was seen as nothing more than a set of holes to fuck, and cum in. Not even seen as a human. Now THAT, to others, might seem to be a humiliating situation, but not me. I LOVE being treated this way, and wish it would happen more often!

As for Degrading activities, see the above.

And if I'm spun, I might try even more extreme activities!

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On 1/20/2024 at 6:58 PM, PozBottomACNJ said:

I can't honestly say that I have NEVER been humiliated, per se..

I have been forced to service total strangers, often, old trolls (when I was much younger), ugly men, men with small dicks, and men with HUMUNGOUS COCKS, been pissed on, and pissed in, called names, had my face and ass slapped, spit in my face (MAJOR turn on for me, especially if they spit in my eyes, while telling me what a filthy faggot slut I am!), had my face forced into a smelly, dirty asshole, been made to lick clean and suck, a dick full of smegma/dick cheese (hated that, but turned on by the treatment), been forced to my knees in semi-public places (alleys, DJ booth, hallways in adult bookstore video arcades, in front of hotel/motel windows, and balconies), while others have watched in disgust, been made to lick shit off the Tops' cocks, and had pictures and videos taken of me being used. I've had men throw money (small amounts) at me, after using me, telling me I'm a cheap whore, but I can honestly say I've never felt humiliated by these acts. 

The opposite, I find myself turned on, by Men using me like a cheap whore/slut/cumdump/pig, turned on seeing the looks of shock and disgust of viewers, and constantly hope that I will some day, find pictures and videos of me being a slut!

I've NEVER had a problem with being used by ugly/unattractive Men, and/or total strangers.

I have, on a couple occasions, been thrown out of a room, totally naked, my clothes thrown out after me, and forced to get dressed in a public hallway, where anyone could see. I'm sure I've shown up on quite a few hotel security cameras naked, or half-dressed, with cum on my face, and/or dripping down my legs. Again, the thought of that, just turns me on more!

I've been surprised when additional Men have either shown up during the acts, or were already in the room when I was brought in, and never turned down the opportunity to service additional Men.

I've shown up at hotel rooms, where the Top told me to drop my pants and bend over, gotten brutally fucked, fast and hard, til the Top came in my ass, and he told me "Get out", sometimes with the words whore or slut, or faggot, added, and that sent a thrill through me, knowing that I was seen as nothing more than a set of holes to fuck, and cum in. Not even seen as a human. Now THAT, to others, might seem to be a humiliating situation, but not me. I LOVE being treated this way, and wish it would happen more often!

As for Degrading activities, see the above.

And if I'm spun, I might try even more extreme activities!

When I was a kid - 14 to 22, I sought out the kind of degredation you're talking about...and I found it! The local cruising park and the adult bookstores were my favorite hangouts when my homework was done. But the absolute best spot for experienced, dirty older men to fuck/get fucked by was a certain gloryhole spot that was on the edge of town, at the end of an old toll road, barely used by then anymore.  All kinds of strange dick showed up there at this place I discovered while hiking in my old suburban neighborhood when I was about thirteen, and just figuring out what testosterone could do to a boy. I instinctively knew what was happening, but it took me until I was about fifteen until I gathered the pubes and balls to figure out where my sexuality would lead.

Entering the outdated men's toilet was an apotheosis...I think I saw God when I breathed deeply of the decades of musk, it hit me that hard. I somehow instinctively knew this smell and fell in love. My still immature dick slammed straight up in my somewhat tight jeans to the point of pain. I watched as men - young, middle-aged and (as far as I was concerned then) elderly men shifted suddenly back to their crackled porcelain pissbowls; pants and underwear shifted into a semblance of decency for an incoming but unknown other. At first, furtive glances from the five or six men standing at the ten long row of 1920's vintage ripe, urinals made me self conscious, but within a second their mood had collectively shifted. They saw me immediately for what I was: virgin meat - curious and fresh (I was never able to hide my eager and homo natue) I felt immediately at home! Three of those men, Matt, Jason and George helped me settle really quickly into my new home! That first Saturday afternoon, they went easy on me: teaching me abpout the scents I smelled, strategies about throat relaxation and the tastes of men's tongues, foreskins, and asses.

It was autumn. I was a sophmore in high school, and I couldn't have had better teachers! Matt was in his mid twenties,  enrolled in our local community college and very insistent. If I wasn't sure about something, he'd gently call mke l'il bro, show me how to perform my duty, then force me to figure it out on strangers before I could show my new skills on him. which led to my relationship with Jason. This man was special! a real whore among pigs, he's been my inspiration for twenty years now. He is the ONE who showed me my way into sleazy sex and whoredom; he's my forever pimp. He showed me to be a top and bottom pig to nearly anybody with a cock. Even now, I spend the occasional weekend with him and his husband, a brilliant engineer of toys, gadgets, and instruments. We take turns, sharing tales, tricks, and loads. Matt always insisted I learn to please Jason first. He reasoned, "if you can make his tongue loll out of his head and goon, you're a star, baby, trust me!" Then, of course, there was George. He was like an Uncle to all of us. Resting on his Black belly after a night of being turned out by him or his trucker buddies was always heaven for Matt, Jason and me. We were his boys, he watched us all grow up, and we all worshiped him. Being black myself, despite my lightness, he always treated me like his son. We all knew I was his "favorite".  Only he, then later Jason, knew why at the time. His beautiful dark face always calmed me. His caramel voice advised me, and his words were always spot on in both life and matters of love. And of course, there was his massive, almost purple uncut cock: long skin, thick and with that omnipresent scent of smegma that was like poppers to me. Daddy George was actually the first person to put the amyl to my nose. Without warning that day we met, he simply said, "Breathe in deep, boy,".

By the time I graduated high school, my Pops, my actual dad, noticed I was somehow different than I was since I started puberty - he knew something was up, and said as much, too: "Son, are you ok, has something changed in your life you wanna talk about?"

"Well Dad, I'm feeling pretty good about my future. You know my grades are good and I've just been accepted to State. Why do you ask?" Well David, there's a family reunion this year in Maryland, and I was hoping there weren't any serious issues to prevent you from wanting to go," I paused. I hadn't gone to a family reunion for years, probably not since I was five. He had, but I hadn't. I always wondered why, but never seriously questioned it. I assumed because Mom didn't really get along with that side of the family, but now that she had passed, I figured Dad wanted to make some sort of fresh start.

"No Dad," I started. "I'm all for it, why not ask me before though?" His face darkened, "Well, Son, I thought it'd be better to meet everyone now that you're a little older and can understand our family connnections," 

I didn't understand until we flew to BWI Airport and we were greeted by my Uncle George!

 

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