There isn’t a faggot on earth that wouldn’t love to be chained up inside this makeshift backwoods fuck den and used by two Alphas this way. It’s like a dream scenario for us.
Men understand this about us.That’s why they build contraptions like this.
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That’s right, bondage has been a part of my journey yawing faggots. When I was around 40, I was way out of shape. Pushing about 195 pounds. Exhausted, raising two kids, struggling to grow my business. Life, mortgage, coaching Sports, etc. Doing all the things good Dads do. And neglecting myself in the process. I hired a personal trainer who, for 4 months, whip me into the best shape of my life. I’ve never had a problem losing weight or gaining muscle. Lucky that way. I was in great shape when I was in my 20s, but a man does not gain as full strength really until his 40s, when you reach the totality of male strength; mind and body combined. If you’re younger, you’ll see what I mean someday. If you’re in your forties or older, you understand.
I was 40, 5’9″ 175lbs, full male pelt of dark brown hair across my chest and abs, covering my muscular thick legs. Furry thick forearms. Thick man bush. Confident. Strong. He go me into great shape. And then I remember I hurt my back, so my trainer referred me to his friend, a massage therapist. I love getting massage, but avoided them because I always get a boner throughout the entire massage. It’s how I’m wired. A hand floats over one of my many erogenous zones, and BAM, I get hard. That’s all it takes. But I needed a massage. I showed up at Kevin’s place for the massage. Kevin was in his early 50s, solidly built, masculine gay man. I was married 10 years and had no intension of fucking around.
Swimmers are not modest. And I’m not a modest man. I have no Hang-Ups about getting naked and being touched. Kevin was a pro but i could tell he was testing me. While working on my back, he would slowly move his hands down over my back lower back ass-crack, cupping my ass cheeks and work his way back up. He would let his hands glance over my hard dick when he worked my thigh; I could feel him grazing the hair on my balls. Massaging my inner thighs required him to adjust my cock. Finger passing tightly over my hairy ass crack. Me feeling my fur of my hairy ass brushed. I’d shutter, he’d continue.
When it was time for me to turn over. Again. No modesty. And, I’m pretty fucking hung. A beautiful sight for any gay man. “Nice dick.”
He put a cloth over my eyes, followed by w weight, that felt like a bean bag to seal off my vision from light. Then he proceeded. I love laying on my back and getting my chest and legs massaged. I enjoy it more then laying on my stomach. Stretching, having to adjust my testicles. Having my arms stretched and pulled. Biceps and triceps massaged and worshiped. The muscles around the armpits making me quiver. My chest is electric, every soft hair adds to the massage. And the best part is always my abs. And I had great defined abs back then and I love getting them probed and rubbed. I was so fucking turned on, he knew it, I knew it. I was probably leaking. Which I’m sure he loved. Having a hairy naked married man, hard, hung on his table. But this is what turned me. He asked me to trust him.
He said he had something for me. It wasn’t a drug; it wasnt pot. It was just something that would make me feel great for an instant. Not illegal. As a man, I’m fearless. I’m not afraid to try new things, so iI consented. I inhaled from the cloth he put over my mouth and nose. He left it there and I inhaled again a little deeper. I inhaled the Vapor of poppers for the first time. He removed the cloth, and told me to breathe. My eyes still blindfolded. Seconds pasted. My body was rushed with what felt like heat. Stillness, I felt his hands rub lightly over my chest hairs, the sensation was so intense, down the happy trail to my 8 by 6 in., and then I felt the warmth of his mouth slowly engulf it all. The blowjob was spectacular. The kind of blowjob only a man can deliver to a man. I’m thick, so deepthroating I’ve learned is less pleasurable for a man like me. Teeth somehow always get in the way. For me, the up-and-down motion of the throat followed by hand. Repeating. I could do that for hours. And I was his. 20 minutes 30 minutes passed.
“I am The Bull Milker…” he whispered in my ear as he fed me more poppers. Stroking, licking, eating, massaging the male bull on his table. The first time in my life that I ever heard the term “bull” used to describe an adult male human. And it was such a turn-on because at that moment in time, on poppers for the first time. I felt like an animal. My body responding to pleasurable stimulus that I hadn’t had and could not imagine. It was all about me. Every inch of me. Oiled and hard. Sweating and heaving pleasure.
I came like a firehose. Squirt after squirt of man cream caught in his mouth and throat. Drained and exhausted. I justified in my panicking head what just happened. I wasn’t really cheating because there’s no emotion involved. Women require emotion. No, I just laid there and was pleasured by a man. It was just sex. He pleasured me, I did not pleasure him.xxxI returned to Kevin a number of times, he even stopped charging me for his time. I was a toy, again.
He introduced me to bondage massage. And he milked my cock, load after load. I learned all about the term “edging” and “milking. Painful milking. And I loved it. Fuck yea.
Eventually, he climbed up on the massage table and I fucked him. He became for me a couple of holes and a man who would do anything to please me every week. He didn’t require anything, didn’t even cum. Didn’t even charge me for the massage.
This continued for 6-7 months, him becoming more subservient. He introduced me to one of his friends to use when he was not available. And that was it, the beginning of my use of faggots. Bromosexuals, Gay Makers, are terms in our venacular to define this new type of relationship between typically “straight” men and fags. But I think fagsworshipstraights is a term that defines the Kink perfectly.
Just like this. Every fucking time. Just like this.
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This is a continuation of the story of frat fag, the formerly straight college male who discovered that he was truly a faggot when he was dominated and taken by a college Alpha named Duke. If you want to catch up, you can click on this link for all of the previous installments in this fascinating story.
When we last heard from frat fag, it had suffered a severe disciplinary session at the hands of Alpha Duke after frat fag became disobedient. Needless to say, frat fag really learned something about itself from Alpha Duke’s punishment.
Apparently frat fag has been a good boy recently, because Alpha Duke surprised his faggot with a return of Alpha Bishop! And these two Alphas helped frat fag to comprehend what it means to be a faggot in a threesome with two powerful Men.
I’ll let frat fag tell it now:
I asked Duke if I could take pictures of him or screenshot the occasional dick pic he might send me and he got very upset. He started thinking that I was plotting to expose him. Apparently that’s what his last fag did. He said, “It took pictures and threatened to blackmail me because I didn’t want to be it’s fucking boyfriend. Is that what you’re trying to do?” I told him no over and over again but he seemed to get very worried about it. I’ve never understood why people would do that to another person. I mean I know it happens but it’s ridiculous, selfish and stupid. He said, “This is what always happens with you fags.” So that hurt a bit and it took a bit for me to calm him down and reassure him that wasn’t what I was doing.
I think he was still a bit upset because to help him relax and apologize I started sucking his cock and he fucked my throat so hard it was still sore and felt raw for another day or two.
So that’s happened, I can maybe just take pictures of myself but I assume viewers of your blog want pictures of an Alpha not a fag. Plus I have tattoos on me so I’d need to be careful to hide those because they could be used to identify me. Let me know!
But also, two days ago there was another visit from Bishop. Duke didn’t tell me this time that Bishop was coming over. In fact, Duke had me blindfolded and tied down to my bed and was fucking me. It was incredibly hot being completely at his mercy.
At some point he pulled out of me and I heard him walk away for a minute, I called for him but he just said, “You’re to wait, faggot!” So I shut up and was laying there, cold, open, and raw. I was a little anxious and got that twisting feeling in my gut. But soon Duke came back (little to my knowledge at that point was that he brought Bishop in and had gone to open the door for him). I didn’t hear much other than light footsteps on my carpet and I got confused and asked, “Is someone else here?” I wasn’t answered.
Suddenly I felt a weight across my thighs, like someone almost sitting there (Bishop is a bit bigger than Duke and definitely weighs more, but is still muscular). My heart was racing because I knew it wasn’t Duke. But I didn’t know who it was. Suddenly I felt a MASSIVE cock pushing in to me and a hand on the back of my neck, holding me more in place. My jaw dropped open from the feeling of this strange cock entering me. As I gasped I felt Duke’s cock enter my mouth. It’s like I know it just from taste and smell alone.
I heard Duke whisper, “It’s okay, faggot. Daddy’s got you. I wouldn’t let someone hurt you.” He must have seen the terror on what he could see on my face. But once he said that I relaxed, I did feel protected and cared for in that moment. After I relaxed I heard Bishop, “Fuck this pussy is tight.” Then I knew who it was. Bishop’s hand squeezed tighter on the back of my neck and he began thrusting hard and deep inside of me.
Both of these Alphas were taking me with as much charge and force as they seemed to muster. It almost felt like they were competing to see who could fuck better? At some point they switched and Duke went back to fucking me bareback. I heard Bishop remove the condom he was wearing and without hesitation forced his cock down my throat. I almost gagged and it seemed to turn him on more, “Yeah! That’s it’s bitch. Choke on my cock!” He grabbed my hair and started thrusting, pushing my head all the way down until my nose was buried in his pubes.
Duke leaned into my turned head and whispered, “You can swallow his cum but you can only be bred by mine. Isn’t that right? You look like such a horny, pathetic slut.” I was desperately trying to keep up with Bishop’s throat fucking and Duke pulling my hips back against his. I was getting tugged in two different directions with each of them having their complete and utter way with me.
Bishop came first, and it was a struggle to swallow wave after wave of his cum. When I started coughing, he pulled out and finished another two, thick ropes of cum across my face and blindfold. Duke fucked me for an extra minute or so before releasing his own seed inside of me and told me I should feel lucky to have two Alpha’s cum gracing my pussy and my throat.
Duke pulled out and untied me before leaving the room with Bishop. I went to my bathroom to clean up. When I saw myself in the mirror I looked a MESS. Yet, it turned me on again. But I still didn’t get hard. It’s strange. I wanted more after seeing my lips red and swollen, my throat feeling scratchy, my face covered in sweat and cum with more starting to drip out of my ass. I felt humiliated and yet wanted more.
I must have been staring at myself in the mirror for awhile because Duke came back to tell me that Bishop was gone and when he saw me in my bathroom, he looked confused. He said when I turned around I was shivering (though I don’t remember that and don’t know why I would be since my place is warm).
He then laughed to himself and actually helped me clean up and said, “You just got the soul fucked out of you.”
I hope you and your readers can enjoy this encounter of mine. I sure as hell did. Any insight in to what happened to me, brother? It felt so weird. Different even. I mean I’ve been left awestruck by Duke fucking me. But this time it felt like so much more.
HOLY FUCK.
I sometimes need to remind myself that frat fag was once living as a straight male! His descent into subspace has been wondrous to behold. Any experienced faggot knows the feeling frat fag describes above, that almost-drunken stupor that occurs following a tremendous drop into subspace. You lose yourself in that moment, which feels almost like a vacuous void, a black hole. Time seems to stop, your existence wiped away as you become just a body caught in the tremendous tidal forces of Alpha power.
Afterwards, you become like those walking through the rubble after 9/11, dazed and wordless and strangely spiritual.
So hopefully frat fag reads that above, because that is how I’d answer his question of what he experienced. It’s true subspace. It’s more powerful than any drug to those faggots fortunate enough to experience it.
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