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12/19/2008 2:19:05 AM |
If I looked at your profile, please don't be offended. Sometimes I simply get curious. There is plenty about me on CM site.
If I looked at your profile, please don't be offended. Sometimes I simply get curious.
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9/5/2008 10:23:41 AM |
Hello and please enjoy this lovely day here in America.I am alarmed at these endless bail outs.GM fights any public good. They squashed the EV. Need I remind you of the oil embargo in the 70s? GM and Ford had ample time to plan for today. They chose not to.Now as to loans. Hell no! The federal reserve... which is a private corporation, and not the federal government charges rent on money. This has been lowered in recent months.It is astounding that one would entertain the idea even for a minute, of low interest loans.I must tell you that the government has no money. But now think about this. The taxpayer provides any money. Not the government. Now -- I wrote you to complain about the Bear Stearn's bail out, now the fed has bailed out Fannie Mae and Freddy mac. Need I remind you, with money that does not belong to the government, it belongs to the tax payer!On the mortgage mess. None of these houses evaporated. The homes still exist. So why should the lone tax payer pay for Wall Street mistakes? Their esoteric accounting methods? Corporate interests lobby hard to control YOU the law makers. Now they have no money and expect the peon to bail them out. This is outrageous!I can see that the monetary system doesn't work. Hence I might trade my house for another house. Cutting out the bank from the transaction. In fact, barter is the best way to go. Wall street does not trust its own valuation of assets. Now remember what I told you. The houses still exist. They did not evaporate. So again, why must main street have to bail out the big boys?From where I stand, a whole lot of executives needs to go to jail. They plundered the til.Ya know, if I want a hamburger - and at the check out I tell the clerk that the directives have produced a liquidity crises, the clerk would not let me leave with out paying for the burger. So why then does Wall Street.I know GM is in the top 10 lobbyists. But I have news for you. You DO NOT WORK FOR GM! You work for, you are the public servant to the humans. In the meantime, we will be forced to riddle the Wall Street, why do we need it- being that it has become a HUGE drain on the family?We don't.We cant afford this type of "freedom" or whatever the buzz word is this week.Oh- 10,000 people were at the Rally for Freedom with Ron Paul. Check Ron Pauls voting. Do what he does. Now to summarize. The automakers had decades to re-tool. They chose not to. They even hindered the EV1. They lobby hard. The government has no money. It is the tax payer that furnishes the money. You do not work for GM., you work for me. As such, I expect you to vote AGAINST any more bail outs. This includes low interest loans to the automakers.I am a registered voter, who votes every election.
Hello and please enjoy this lovely day here in America.I am alarmed at these endless bail outs
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8/28/2008 5:54:20 AM |
http://www.brasschecktv.com/page/400.htmlcheck this out. in regard to cancer and germ warfare
http://www.brasschecktv.com/page/400.htmlcheck this out. in regard to cancer and g
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8/15/2008 7:38:57 AM |
Dear Mr. ---
Thank you for taking the time to contact me regarding S. 2555, the
Reducing Global Warming Pollution from Vehicles Act of 2008. I
appreciate hearing from all Pennsylvanians about the issues that matter
most to them.
Senator Barbara Boxer of California introduced the Reducing Global
Warming Pollution from Vehicles Act on January 24, 2008. It was
referred to the Senate Committee on the Environment and Public Works,
of which I am not a member. This legislation would amend the Clean Air
Act to allow California and other states to exceed existing federal
standards when setting limits on the level of greenhouse gases emitted
from new automobiles. Currently, California and 14 other states,
including Pennsylvania, have agreed to adopt these tougher standards,
which they view as an important part of a larger plan to slow, stop and
reverse our country's greenhouse gas emissions. You may be interested
to know that during its consideration of S. 2555, the Environment and
Public Works committee received the testimony of Pennsylvania Governor
Ed Rendell, who spoke in strong support of this legislation.
The Clean Air Act allows states to regulate vehicle emission standards
at stricter levels than those set by the federal government if they
receive a waiver from the Environmental Protection Agency (EPA). On
December 19, 2007, EPA Administrator Stephen Johnson denied such a
waiver request that had been submitted by California. S. 2555 would
address this impasse by compelling the EPA to grant California's
waiver, which would allow it and the 14 other states to implement the
more stringent standard.
On June 27, 2008, the Environment and Public Works committee approved
S. 2555, which clears the way for it to be considered by the full
Senate. Should the Senate debate S. 2555 this year, please be assured
that I will have your views in mind.
Again, thank you for sharing your thoughts with me. Please do not
hesitate to contact me in the future about this or any other matter of
importance to you.
If you have access to the Internet, I encourage you to visit my web site, http://casey.senate.gov.
I invite you to use this online office as a comprehensive resource to
stay up-to-date on my work in Washington, request assistance from my
office or share with me your thoughts on the issues that matter most to
you and to Pennsylvania.
Sincerely,
Bob Casey
United States Senator
Dear Mr. ---
Thank you for taking the time to contact me regarding S. 2555, the
Reducing G
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8/12/2008 3:00:32 AM |
Before slides of home[link]https://sites.google.com/site/178011/[/link]"During" slides of home[link]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GwVzt8hbTZs[/link]
Before slides of home[link]https://sites.google.com/site/178011/[/link]"During" sl
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8/4/2008 1:33:56 PM |
it is distraction and entertainment. we actually PAY for a tv set, the electric to power it, the space to house it, which is insured and taxed, AND we PAY to receive the TV signal!! [which is taxed] We then sit thru 16 minutes of commercials an hour, endless promo and teasers- credits on the screen for 20 minutes an hour, the TV station logo which dances- AND pop ups on the TV screen- the Martha Steward figure say to push her show. We never get to nirvana because something special is coming up....ALWAYS So do not get comfy and enjoy NOW- because "they" need to tell ya. Factor in the subliminals- and the odd tones- which are meant to draw your attention in; consider that it IS your home- and the non-program is much louder in decibels then the program. You WILL hear this NOISE or else! Further you will pay over $40 a month for this. When it was pretty much free say 25 years ago. Why- cause you[and I] are an azzhole. You are there to be sold stuff to. Automatic debits on YOUR cards and if you mis-step endless HIGH fees. This costs YOU over $1 a day on the cable. Another $1 a day for electric/misc. Whats more is your time- which is only YOURS is robbed. You will never get back the 16 minutes an hour back- EVER. But now with TIVO- which you pay extra for- [like caller ID, call block and PAYING to received calls] then product placement will occur- right on the program. Now with all this- how is it the average joe- should see anything deeper then a Jerry Springer mode of "programing". The "gotcha" happens every day- to each of us on this board. Not only is YOUR time stolen from you, but relations with fellow HUMANs take a back seat due to the intrusiveness of technology. So add up- the Cable, the cell phone, the DSL, the phone, the prevailing credit interest rate on late payments, add in the taxes and surcharges. Then divide it per the day. That how you arrive at the $ amount that Gotcha! done did to YOU. See?
it is distraction and entertainment. we actually PAY for a tv set, the ele
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10/16/2007 2:13:20 AM |
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Sorry. I don't babysit.Collarme.com - The Largest BDSM Community on the Planet
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9/28/2007 9:47:14 AM |
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Hello! I came to the site because I was curious. I stay due to the wonderful folks on the boards.The botanical garden looks great! I got a truckload of mulch- all teh flowers are blooming.Hello! I came to the site because I was curious. I stay due to the wonderful folks on th
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7/5/2007 12:30:37 PM |
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is anyone up for a regular friendship?Collarme.com - The Largest BDSM Community on the Planet
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7/5/2007 10:16:49 AM |
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OK- I am 36 and holding. I just bought a huge house in rural Pennsylvania. 12 rooms- 2000 square feet. I guess you can say it is my 1st time.Anyhow- I did a ton of landscaping- like a botanical garden. Insulation is next.Smiles!OK- I am 36 and holding. I just bought a huge house in rural Pennsylvania. 12 rooms- 2000 squa
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6/4/2007 8:12:41 AM |
Greetings from America!
While it is true that I rent out my chateau during the season; over the spring I had the premises completely refurnished- with the finest.
Being from Chicago, both Oprah Windfree and Michael Jordans designer are friends of mine.
I was prepared to pay you to house sit- as we are spending the summer on our taght. You would have full use of the media room, the spa, the pool, and the chauffeur.
The corner balcony veranda room would have been lovely for you. Oprah said it was her favorite.
I don't know weather you meant to throw your thoughts my way- but to a certain extent- I am blessed with ESP.
The beta waves in my brain detected an 'ut oh' regarding your email.
Certainly- I cant take the chance being that you seek to over throw the government.
Are you aware there are certain international laws that you likely have violated. My advice is to contact your legal staff at once. TODAY!
Madam, you have no idea how perilous your freedom is. Do not wait.
Kind regards.
--- prisca > wrote:
> > > Hello, > My name is Mrs Sandra ..Well am sending> you this mail concerning your room or apartment for> rent. I am letting you know that am very much> interested in renting the apartment for my only son> who is in West Africa (Nigeria) will be travelling> down to study in the united state to further his> education for three month( three month course).i> will want you to get back to me with your final> asking price for the rent,the present condition of> the apartment,and other usefull informations that> will be needed.Payment will be made Cashires Check> of $4500 being a refund payment of a cancelled order> i placed with a client of mine few weeks back and he> said it can only be Issued on Via Money Order which> can easily be cashed at your bank without any form> of stress and delay.All you need do is to get back> to me with your full name and address so i can fax> it to my client to issue the Cashiers check and make> it payable to you as soon as possible.Once you> recieve the Check,you will> need to deduct your actual amount for the rent and> wire the rest of the funds to my son via western> union money transfer who will be in your residence> in the next 24hrs after he might have recieved the> funds from you via western union money transfer that> same day he recieve the fund from you, The Excess> fund is for him to buy his ticket and some other> things he will need when he arrive.Pls be informed> that i am a very busy person due to the nature of my> humanitarian work.Meanwhile,be informed also that i> will be very busy next week so i will want the> transaction to take place fast and safe. Also will> want you to know that am very much interested in the> apartment. Get back to me with your contact> information: Name in full: Contact Address: City:> State: Zipcode: Country: Phone#: Hope this is okay> by you.Get back to me with a reasonable reply. My> regards to your family.> Mrs Sandra w> > > > > >
Greetings from America!
While it is true that I rent out my chateau during the season; over t
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6/20/2006 5:21:38 PM |
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Hi! I am new. I am looking for a stimulating mind. If a fling happens great. Or more. I live in a small town in central Pennsylvania. [Selinsgrove- 50 miles north of Harrisburg- exit 210s on i80] I grew up in Chicago, moved to PA in 1988. If it did not fit in the car- it did not go. Herbs- veggies, feng shui, progressive politics, anti-globalization. I paint modern acrylic paintings, enjoy wood working projects around the house. I have a rock garden and compost area. I avoid processed foods- and drink 90 ounces of plain water each day. I pride myself on exploring learning things from the Internet. I live alone, and have a 6 year old German Sheppard- Sheba. She is smarter then many people. I am fascinated by solar and alternative energy sources. I want to get back into camping. 80s pop, 90s country, classic rock, and my favorite house/dance music and mixes. If you have a passport- contact me. i have one and plan to use it December 06-onward. ID love to go to china or Ireland. if we go anywhere to together- be prepared to carry your weight financially -same with me. I used to grow canna bulbs. It is a tall tropical looking leafy red flowing plant. At one time I had over 300 of them. The can grow 8 feet tall. This year, I have planted a few lilies, poppies; I am excited over a new plant from the Canary Islands, that I bought from eBay- from a gardener in California. No one around my area has this plant. [they stick to conventional plants] This green and purple plant gets 10-15 feet tall. I am very excited to see it! I would love to own 4-10 acres. I don't mean of lawn to cut. I'm picturing trees, a babbling brook, ground cover. A southern exposure is paramount. For now- I have to settle for a rock garden. It is nice to be a few minutes away from shopping....24 hour too. I use da ymesenjer so add me.Hi! I am new. I am looking for a stimulating mind. If a fling happens great. Or more. I live i
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6/14/2006 6:34:59 AM |
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Whats up? No reply? hmm. Good communication is a must. Friendship, fling, or otherwise.Whats up? No reply? hmm. Good communication is a must. Friendship, fl
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6/9/2006 2:56:15 PM |
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Hello all, Feng shui is expensive? If we keep buying feng shui items, of course it is expensive. Here are my few suggestions: 1) Feng shui that does not cause a single cent at all: a) Clearing clutter- helps to refresh the chi in the house. b) Sit facing and sleep with head pointing to your auspicious directions. c) Do not sit/sleep under toilet/bathroom. d) Do not sleep with feet pointing towards door. e) Do not share a wall with toilet/bathroom when sleeping. f) Always sit/sleep with solid wall/background. g) Do not sit with door at the back. h) Use an auspicious door for entrance (ex: If your house have two entrances, choose one that is better accoridng to kua number. (west group people should use west-group doors (W,NW,NE,SW) while East group people should use east group door (E,SE,S,N). i) Do not eat too near the main entrance (wealth tend to seep away) j) Remove mirrors from bedroom k) Do not place auspicious objects, water, books, food under staircase. l) Place stove with its mouth facing auspicious direction m) Do not place water beside or directly opposite the stove. n) Do not place fridge beside or directly opposite the stove. o) Place tv set/stereo at W/NW sector p) Do not sit/sleep under overheadbeam q) Wish list- write down your wish on a paper, sign it 49 times each day and burn it (do it for 49 days) r) Change your signature into auspicious signature (begin with upstroke and end with upstroke). s) Not enough money to buy feng shui books? Spend some time and read it at bookstore instead (but I personally prefer to have a few collections such as flying star and four pillars for reference). 2) To overcome annual afflictions: a) 5 yellow- if you can't afford to buy 6 rod hollow metal windchime, use 6 I-ching coins tied with red/gold ribbon instead to hang it at 5 yellow area. I-ching coins are cheaper than windchime. b) Three killings- If you can't afford to buy 3 Chi Lins to combat the three killings, just make sure that you do not sit with three killings at your back. c) Grand duke jupiter- If you can't afford to buy the brass Pi yao to appease the grand duke, buy the one made with resin instead. If you really do not have money, just make sure that you do not sit facing the grand duke jupiter (Tai Sui). 3) Cheaper ways to enhance wealth: a) Sit facing and sleep with head pointing to sheng chi direction b) Place three I-ching coins tied with ribbon and place it in wallet/purse. c) Flying star - place water feature at water star 8. If you can't affor to have the rotating crystal ball or aquarium, hang painting of fishes instead. You don't have to buy the painting, browse into internet, print it out and enlarge it. It is much more cheaper than buying oil-painting. But if really do not have money, place moving objects such as electrical fan at water star 8. d) 8 pa kua aspirations- Place plants at SE to enhance wealth. If you can't afford to buy plants, get it from roadside (hehe..just joking, not auspicious to steal), you can grow the plants instead. Buying seeds is cheaper than buying grown plants. 4) Cheaper ways to enhance health: a) Sit facing and sleep with head pointing to health/Tien Yi direction. b) If you can't afford to buy big wu lou, buy a small one instead, wear or carry it along wherever you go. c) 8 pa kua aspirations- Plants at E to enhance health. Again, if you can't afford to buy plants, grow your own plants instead. 5) Cheaper ways to enhance love: a) Sit facing and sleep with head pointing to nien yen/love direction. b) Activate SW corner- If you can't afford to buy lamp, use candle lights instead to light up the area. c) Mandarin ducks at SW- If you can't afford to buy the crystal made mandarin ducks, buy the wooden one. (In M'sia, the wooden is sold at RM20 and the crystal ones at >RM60) d) Paint SW with red/pink- If you can't afford to buy paint, use red/pink cloth instead. Cover the table with red/pink cloth and put it at SW area. You can also place the mandarin ducks on top of it. 6) Cheaper ways to enhance career: a) Hang picture of mountain behind where you sit at work. If you can't afford to buy the painting, get it from internet or draw it yourself (mountain picture is not too difficult to draw). b) 8 pa kua aspirations- activate N to enhance career. If you can't afford aquarium, hang picture of fishes or waterfall at the area. Again, the picture can be downloaded from the internet. c) If you can't afford to buy brass dragon tortoise and place it at north, you can opt for the resin one. 7) Cheaper ways to enhance relationship: a) Flying star- always choose a bedroom with good mountain star, preferably mountain star 8. b) Place crystal/boulder at mountain star 8- if you can't afford to buy crystal or jade/diamond boulder, use rocks instead. (Rocks can be collected free from seaside..etc). c) Or hang a picture of mountain at mountain star 8- (draw the picture of your own or get it from internet if you can't afford to buy the picture). Cheaper ways to enhance study luck/inspirations: a) Sit facing and sleep with head pointing to growth/Fu wei direction. b) If you can't afford to buy crystal globe and place it at study table, you can buy 7 level pagoda made of clay or porceline. Cheaper than crystal globe. 9) Cheaper ways to enhance fame: a) Activate South area- If you can't afford to buy a lamp and light up the area, use candle lights instead. b) If you can't afford to buy horse figurine, you can use picture of phoenix and place it south. The picture can get from internet or scan from book. 10) Cheaper ways to enhance happiness: a) Speak, think, do, and hear no evil. b) Helping people (it can be in a form of small donations or helping people with problems). c) Filiel Piety d) Practice virtues. 11) Cheaper ways to enhance good chi: a) Make sure that the the chi meanders and not moving in a straight line. If you have doors in straight lines, block the middle with a board. b) Space clearing- if you can't afford to buy the singing bowl/bell, burn incense instead. Practice feng shui does not mean we need to spend a lot of money on it. It is up to our own wisdom and creativity to make our feng shui not only effective but cost-saving as well. Hello all, Feng shui is expensive? If we keep buying feng shui items, of course it is expensiv
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6/9/2006 12:35:39 AM |
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A thank you to the guy whom replied to me message with a 'no thanks'. I wish more would do so.A thank you to the guy whom replied to me message with a 'no thanks'. I wish more would
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6/7/2006 6:18:21 AM |
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New pics added! [on profile]Collarme.com - The Largest BDSM Community on the Planet
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6/2/2006 2:59:45 AM |
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Impressive- in one week, I was asked to move to LA. Last night, WI- to explore a move.:-)If you dont see a pic- I can send one.Impressive- in one week, I was asked to move to LA. Last night, WI- to explore a move.:-)If yo
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5/30/2006 4:32:54 AM |
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If you dont see a pic- ask and I will send!Collarme.com - The Largest BDSM Community on the Planet
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5/29/2006 2:20:41 PM |
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Hi. I had to laugh. A friend in LA went to the beach on the Holiday. They paid $50 to park! LOL. $50. That is alot of lattes.Very humid in PA.*waves to the cool people on message boards*-regards to allHi. I had to laugh. A friend in LA went to the beach on the Holiday. They paid $50 to park!&nb
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5/29/2006 9:27:48 AM |
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When is hummer week?Collarme.com - The Largest BDSM Community on the Planet
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5/28/2006 11:22:16 AM |
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Does anyone need a bj? Im looking for a pic...Does anyone need a bj? Im looking for
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4/9/2006 12:08:43 PM |
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from Lou Dobbs guest on the current administration.'The glorification of mediocraty.' from Lou Dobbs guest on the current administration.'The glorification of me
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4/4/2006 7:09:54 AM |
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jump up and down. Collarme.com - The Largest BDSM Community on the Planet
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4/3/2006 5:17:06 AM |
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Pondering- someone add me to favorites list. ?? Collarme.com - The Largest BDSM Community on the Planet
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4/3/2006 5:15:15 AM |
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[from nifty dot org] My Construction Man ------------------------- Chapter 1: The Best DaySunlight poured in from the open window, illuminating the unmade bed in thecenter of the room. Around the bed lay clothes, thrown about in differentdirections. Torn, faded jeans lay beside the bed. A pair of socks,separated by a few feet, lay near the jeans. A well-worn golden grey jock,tearing at the waistband, had landed on the nightstand.I began to bring the room to order, making the bed to his liking. I turnedon both desk lamps and glanced at the digital clock. Ten to four, he'd beback any minute. I picked up the pace, quickly folding and stacking everypiece of clothing. My heart calmed as I picked up the last piece, the rankjockstrap. I gently lifted it, balling its material behind the pouch.With purposeful slow movement, I brought the ball of used fabric towards myface. My lungs emptied and my chest tightened. I inhaled deeply, fillingevery inch of myself with his pungent raw stench as my head fell slowlybackwards and my chest heaved forward. My eyes closed, and I could see him,as I first saw him from the window....That first day, weeks ago now, was one I'd never forget. The summer hadbeen unusually humid, the sun beat down forcefully. I knelt before him, thegod-like figure. Sweat glistening on the hair sprout from his strong,sculpted, beautiful body. He towered over me as I worshiped him with mygaze. His actions were slow and deliberate. He wore an evil grin.Reaching down into his jeans, he grabbed his crotch, cupped his balls, andbrought his hand out to rub on my face. His wet, hot, calloused hand firstran under my nose; I inhaled deeply, impassioned by his scent. I staredinto his purposeful eyes, felt my heart beating, heard it growing louderwith his actions. His hand passed over my entire face. I could hardly waitto serve him, to be at his knees and at his disposal. He knew it.This was it, the culmination of a week's worth of dreaming and fantasy. Aweek's worth of teases, lust, and passion. I had seen him through thesecond-story window, sweaty soiled shirt, torn fading jeans, his armsstrong as steel. The handsome rugged face under the white hard-hat featureda thick mustache, trailing to the jaw at each end.That week I had watched, lusted after him. The other men took orders fromhim, and even they had hinted lust in their stares. And so I watched, putmy books to the side, anxious and nervous. He had not yet seen me; he waspreoccupied by his work.His hand traveled slowly across my face as his glare confirmed that I wouldbe his to use as he pleased. His bulge was growing, now only an inch frommy face. He nodded faintly, towards his bulge. I did not hesitate,immediately pushing my face deep into his sandy torn jeans. The scent wasstrong, as I quickly moved my head from side to side with my mouth gaping,tongue protruding.My tongue followed the well-established outline of his cock, as I darted uptowards its end and quickly back. His scent was stronger yet, intoxicating,drugging. His breath quickened. Briefly, I saw his chest heave as I movedalong his dick through the denim.At that window I figured he would never discover my admiration, so Iwatched entirely without restraint. All of my free time that week was spentat that campus library, by the second floor window, which offered the bestview of the construction site. I fantasized about him every night, and oncethought to pursue him after his workday ended. To my dismay the site wasfenced entirely. Most men left by foot, though I caught only a glimpse ofhim as he drove off in his black pick-up.The next day, hottest of the season, my luck had changed. He had taken offhis shirt, as I watched from the window. As he wiped the sweat off his headwith the rolled shirt, he studied the building before him with care. Hiseyes met mine, I was certain. In my lust, I hesitated to look away. When Ihad thought to stop staring, it was no use. His gaze fixed at my window,though his expression remained unchanged.Filled with nervous energy, I managed to wear a smile as his gaze becamemore meaningful with time. He had understood it all. He raised an eyebrow,nodded his head forward and went back to his work. I didn't know what wouldcome of it, but had my hopes up.His strong arm flexed as he pulled my hair back. He leaned forward and leta long strand of spit drip to my face. He smirked as he pulled me back toface his wet denim crotch, as the slimy spit dripped down my face, and ontomy tongue that I held out for him.He unbuttoned the top of his jeans, and by my hair thrust me into hisglistening sculpted abs. My nose pressed into the supple wet hairy muscle,my mouth worshipping each inch of his beauty.On the first day that he took notice of me, he reminded me of his awarenessa few times throughout the remainder of the day as he worked. Especially sowhen he came to the edge of the site that bordered the campus library.Once, he suddenly looked up at my window, saw my intent stare and grabbedhis crotch through his jeans. He held it, as though presenting it to me. Myeyes widened, and he smiled subtly. Again he went back to work.At three thirty I was once again by the exit gate of the constructionsite. I stood a few feet from where his truck had passed the day before. Ianxiously awaited, I hoped he would have me. He would stop for me, I wouldget in, and I'd be blowing him as he drove. His truck was on its way, I sawhim again, closer than I had ever. His shoulders were broad, his frameintimidating and powerful. He noticed me, and again let me see a slightsmirk and raise of an eyebrow. Adrenaline pumped through my body. He droveup to me, slowing slightly, then drove past. I followed, but he sped offonto the roadway and soon he was out of sight and I was out of luck.His musk overpowered my senses as now my actions were, to the most of myability, an extension of his needs. His powerful arms pulled again at myhair and pushed my head onto his zipper, my mouth at it's base. I loweredit with my teeth as he pulled the jeans down at his sides. Revealed was asight to die for. His cock, large, veiny, complete with a bulging headdripping with precum stuck out above his used, yellowed jockstrap. Thisjock was in worse condition than the one I was now holding to my nose inhis bedroom. Pouch tearing significantly, yellowed with piss, wet withsweat and precum. The smell eminating from it was inordinately powerful:drugging, fetid, manly, and pungent. My head was thrust directly into thatmoist pouch, my nose pressed deeply between the man's testicles, and mytongue lapped the bottom of the cloth, the part holding the most moisture.The day this had happened was the one after he had driven off without me. Ihad almost given up hope, but returned to my window post. On that day, asthe one before, he would tease me. I would watch and he would act unaware,though at key times, he would face me and wink, raise an eyebrow, ornod. On that day, he had gone out of sight of the other workers and facedme directly, myself being his exclusive audience. When our eyes met, hegrabbed his crotch, and I could see the bulge grow. I wanted it. I neededit. He knew. His arm raised and he repeatedly coiled two fingers as if tosummon me and nodded to me noticeably. Thinking this was another tease, Ismirked though did not move. His expression shifted, his stare had morepower, he motioned again this time with his mouth clenched, nose snarled,and brows bent angrily. I took off. I rushed to the exit on the other sideof the building, and speedily to the fence's exit gate where I had been onthose two previous occasions. I waited a few agonizing moments. Had it beenanother tease? Had I imbued more meaning than he intended? As my hopesbegan to fall, the gate opened slightly and he appeared.I could barely breathe, as he held my head in place, tightly against hispouch. I was driven entirely by instinct now, I would do anything hewanted, at any cost. I was his, and I would do whatever it took to keep myposition. He released his grip on the back of my head, but I took over inpushing my head deep into his crotch. His body would be worshipped as hedeserved. I would serve him as he desired. I turned my head to lick thesides of his stenchy jock, and bathed him with my slut mouth. I covered itentirely, pressing my face against the top of his cock, sticking out above,saluting me for my efforts. My bathing began to sweep wider, as I buried myface between his powerful thighs and scrotum. I licked his sweaty innerthighs, I tongue across his abs, stopping on my way to lick the bottom andsides of his cock. The tastes were fantastic and I was out of my rationalcontrol. I didn't think, I lived the moment, I did it for him.As the gate had opened and I got my first glimpse of this formidableconstruction god, my jaw dropped and eyes widened. He towered over me, hishuge figure, probably six inches higher than mine, all of him was sculptedas though he had walked off the page of a Tom of Finland drawing. My heartbeat heavily, my body though was paralyzed by this man's silhouetteimprinted on my retinas as he stood glaring down at me. I could see in hisglance he was perturbed with me. 'Why didn't you come right away?!' hisexpression demanded. I suggested an apology in my eyes. 'Get in here,' hespoke with a harsh low voice and he reached out and grabbed my t-shirt,pulled me forward towards him. He pulled me forward, though he himselfhadn't moved. He dropped his grasp when he had pulled me against his ownbody. My height ended at the bottom of his chin, so my face was at thelevel of his musky defined chest. From this position he seemed to study myvisage, and in a few seconds, he began to walk through the opening and ontothe site. His large hand again grabbed my shirt, and I followed him as hehad planned.As we walked, him pulling me along, my eyes caught a glimpse of the othermen on the job, all well built and all sweating profusely on this torridsummer day, though none were as ineffably handsome as the man leadingme. On the opposite end of the site from where the library stood were a rowof portable toilets. I swallowed my reservations about them, and was readyto do whatever he asked. I wanted to be his, and would do anything hewanted. Gladly, he took me a good distance behind the toilets, offering asemi-private area, in a corner of the fencing. Along the length the viewwas obstructed by the toilets. He had stopped and I followed suit, but hepulled further towards him and I stumbled into his body, feeling themoisture, getting my first whiff of his incredible smell. My hands fellonto his pecs to regain my footing, and as I did, I stood no more than aninch from this man's remarkable physique. He wanted me to be weak, hewanted me to stumble onto his body. I saw one arm move, and felt both of mywrists trapped in his grip, he put a hand on each end of his torso. 'Grabit,' came as a bark from his mouth. I gripped his thin soiled white shirtand he lifted my hands over his head, the sweaty shirt pulled off revealinghis incredible hairy, defined torso. He let go of one hand, held the shirt,and let my other hand go. I lowered them to my sides as he dropped hismoist shirt across my face. He rubbed his hand across it, finding my mouthand stuffing it full with cloth. I breathed in deeply.'Kneel, slut,' I heard in another quick bark. Blinded by the shirt, I kneltbefore him. I wanted him! I wanted to see him, to exist for him! I hoped hewouldn't leave me blinded much longer, but resigned myself again to dowhatever he wanted of me, anything to keep him satisfied. 'You're mine now,bitch,' he spoke slower, emphasizing the word 'mine.' I felt a suddenstrong pressure moving against my forehead, and quickly the shirt becamewet and began to take on the unmistakable odor of piss. It splatteredacross the top of my head, and on a hot day like that one it felt relievingand fresh. I tried to taste it through the shirt when enough had collected;It was salty, intriguing, and heavy. The stream lasted a long time, and Igot to sample a large amount through the ratty shirt. My entire front wascovered in it as it kept pouring onto my covered face and down to mykneeling body. My shirt was heavy, soaked as were the top of my jeans. Iwas enjoying the taste and wished he would lift the shirt and feed it to medirectly from the source.I wouldn't get that chance as I noted the stream stop, and another commandissued, 'Now put it on, and tell me whose bitch you are.' I lifted it, myeyes again fawning over his beautiful statuesque body, and put the heavyyellowed shirt over mine. 'I'm YOUR bitch, Sir.' His eyebrow raisedslightly, as though to call suspicion to what I had said. I added, 'I willserve you, I will be an extension of your powerful body, existing only toplease you as you deserve to be treated, Sir!' This garnered a morefavorable response. Smirking, he looked down at me, it was all exactly ashe wanted. His piss dried slowly on my face as the moment drew on.And this is how, on the very best day of my life, I came to be kneelingbefore this glorious, powerful construction stud. Right then he would reachinto his jeans to grab his crotch, cup his balls, and cover my face withhis intoxicating odor. It was then that he would press my face into hisdemin-covered crotch and I would slobber over it. It was then that he wouldlet down a wad of spit onto my face, and then that I would bury my headinto his putrid torn jock strap. I'd begin bathing him in my spit, startingwith every surface of the jock strap and covering his thighs, abs, andcock.My tongue service continued, from his abs to the musky used pouch, Icovered every area with great care. His large dick throbbed and becamewider yet. It rewarded me with slimy salty precum in no short quantity. Hepulled my head back, and stepped over my body, passing my head between hislegs. He let out a muted grunt and I dove right into the deep, dark, fetidass. He pushed my head further still, and I tried with all my might to digdeeper with my tongue. I used my hands to separate his muscular roundedcheeks, and lapped up all over. I alternated between my tongue and nose,pushing into his hole as I thought he wanted.My nose had been deep within him, and he reached back to hold my head inplace. In a few seconds as my nose dug only slightly deeper, he let out afart that forced his ass to flap around my nose, tickling and filling theair with a surprisingly pleasant fragrance. I was in heaven.He stepped back from over me and now again I slobbered on his jock, thoughnow looking up at his face, to read what he wanted me to do next. Icontinued my task for a good while, sucking at his individual testicalsthrough the fabric. Then, upon my best guess as to the meaning his changedexpression carried, I lowered the jock with my teeth, as much as I could asI alternated sides. As I slipped the final side down his thigh, his cock,wet with new precum, bounced out of its encasing onto my shoulder. It washuge, and I looked up at him again. He squinted and smirked knowingly,'Open up,' he commanded. He lowered himself to pull both jock and jeansdown to his feet and in the process let a larger wad of spit collect at hislips. He was bent down, his head only a few inches from mine, his glare wasembracing, as I stared, mouth wide open. The spit, considerably more thanbefore, slid down from his mouth and into mine as he winked favorably. Iswallowed, though only later would learn through repetition that this wasthe foundation of a reward system for adequately servicing his needs. Myreward was a piece of him, something he'd made and given generously tome. I would learn to appreciate the rarity and significance of the gesture.His frame rose back to fully upright. Now my view was of my constructiongod wearing absolutely no clothing from the ankles up. The view wastremendous, as he rose high above my kneeling body and all of him wasincredibly tuned, tanned, covered in hair which held his delicioussweat. His cock, hard as steel, protruded a great distance thickly coveredin my saliva, his precum and sweat. It glistened in the setting sun. Ihoped I'd be able to fit it all down my throat, and could hardly restrainmyself from trying. His large balls hung low in a hair-covered scrotum.He became somewhat restless and I quickly went for his cock. Before I couldget it though, he grabbed it by the base and pushed it down onto my face.He spread the mixture of precum, sweat, and saliva all across my face, andagain grunted. I opened widely and he moved his hips back to put the headin my mouth. He held me and thrusted forward. I resist my gag reflex,though his cock had not yet passed my mouth. I ran my tongue on its bottominside my mouth and he pulled out entirely. A strand of saliva hung betweenmy mouth and his oversized cock. Again, this time with more force and atighter grip, he thrusted down into my mouth making it down my throat. Icouldn't breathe and was still many inches from his thick pubic hair. Iresisted the gag, my eyes watered as I greedily pushed more in. He pulledout again. Gasping for air, my throat again filled with his tool. Again, heremoved himself entirely and thrust forward.Eventually the pace would become familiar to me, though on that day I wouldnot touch my nose to his pubes as I so desperately tried to accomplish.Either his thrust would end before I could make it or my gagging wonout. As time passed I felt lightheaded, and on some thrusts I felt close tofaint. He was loving it, his face now wore a wide grin, one I had neverseen. His grunts became frequent. Thrust after thrust, I got morecomfortable and did more with my tongue. I could feel his muscles tense,his grip on my head tightened and his cock pulsed strongly.He moaned deeply and powerfully as he gave me another reward. He had pulledhis cock out of my throat, jacking it with his powerful arm, as I playedwith its head in my mouth. The head contracted rapidly, and at once, ittensed for a long time as the first spurt of his load filled my mouth. Iswallowed quickly, awaiting the next, though by then he had removed hisdick entirely and lowered slightly so that his cock head was but inchesfrom my face, eye-level. The second, third, and fourth explosions hit myface with some force. My mouth was still opened widely, as I lickedfrantically all I could dripping down my face. Its taste was strong andcarried a hint of sweetness, its texture was thick. I played with it in mymouth towards the end, covering my tongue with my gooey delicious prize.He moaned once last time, louder still than the previous, as the finalspurts landed across my face. He had continued to grin, approving of myservice. He used his softening cock to swipe across my face picking up theerrant cum, and feeding it to me. It took four passes until most of the cumwas in me, and I could not have been happier.He bent forward, bringing his glistening body near to mine, and pulled uphis jock and jeans. 'By the gate, end of the day,' he spoke, softer thanusual. With that, he walked off.I continued to kneel, facing nothing but the setting sun beyond the fence. [from nifty dot org] My Construction Man ------------------------- &nbs
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reality therapy= [wikipedia dot org]
Current behavior and evaluating your behaviorThe psychotherapist must focus the client on current behavior rather than past experiences.
The therapist asks the client to make a value judgement about his current behavior (which presumeably is not helping, else the client would not be in therapy). In many cases the therapist must press the client to examine the effects of his behavior, but it is important that the judgement be made by the client and not the therapist.
Planning possible behaviorPlan some behavior that is likely to work better. The client is likely to need some suggestions and prompting from the therapist, but it helps if the plan itself comes from the client. It is important that the initial steps be small enough that the client is almost certain to succeed, in order to build confidence.
In many cases, the client's problem is the result of a bad relationship with someone, and since the client can't change anyone else's behavior, the therapist will focus on things the client can do unilaterally. The client may be concerned that the other person will take advantage of this and not reciprocate, but in most cases a change in behavior will ease the tension enough that the other person also backs off. If this doesn't happen, the therapist will also encourage the client to build more positive relationships with other people. The relationship with the therapist sustains the client long enough for them to establish these other relationships.
Commitment to the planThe client must make a commitment to carry out the plan. This is important because many clients will do things for the therapist that they would not do just for themselves. In some cases it can be helpful to make the commitment in writing.
No Excuses, No Punishment, Never Give UpIf there is no punishment, then there is no reason to accept excuses (note that punishment can be ineffective with clients who expect to fail, see Learned helplessness). The therapist insists that the client either carry out the plan, or come up with a more feasible plan. If the therapist maintains a good relationship with the client, it can be very hard to resist carrying out a plan that the client has agreed would be feasible. If the plan is too ambitious for the client's current abilities, then the therapist and the client work out a different plan.
PrinciplesFocus on the present and avoid discussing the past because all human problems are caused by unsatisfying present relationships. Avoid discussing symptoms and complaints as much as possible since these are the ways that counselees choose to deal with unsatisfying relationships. Understand the concept of total behavior, which means focus on what counselees can do directly-act and think. Spend less time on what they cannot do directly; that is, change their feelings and physiology. Feelings and physiology can be changed, but only if there is a change in the acting and thinking. Avoid criticizing, blaming and/or complaining and help counselees to do the same. By doing this, they learn to avoid these extremely harmful external control behaviors that destroy relationships. Remain non-judgmental and non-coercive, but encourage people to judge all they are doing by the Choice Theory axiom: Is what I am doing getting me closer to the people I need? If the choice of behaviors is not getting people closer, then the counselor works to help them find new behaviors that lead to a better connection. Teach counselees that legitimate or not, excuses stand directly in the way of their making needed connections. Focus on specifics. Find out as soon as possible who counselees are disconnected from and work to help them choose reconnecting behaviors. If they are completely disconnected, focus on helping them find a new connection. Help them make specific, workable plans to reconnect with the people they need, and then follow through on what was planned by helping them evaluate their progress. Based on their experience, counselors may suggest plans, but should not give the message that there is only one plan. A plan is always open to revision or rejection by the counselee. Be patient and supportive but keep focusing on the source of the problem, disconnectedness. Counselees who have been disconnected for a long time will find it difficult to reconnect. They are often so involved in the symptom they are choosing that they have lost sight of the fact that they need to reconnect. Help them to understand, through teaching them Choice Theory and encouraging them to read the book, Choice Theory: A New Psychology of Personal Freedom, that whatever their complaint, reconnecting is the best possible solution to their problem.
ApplicationsIn education, Reality Therapy can be used as a basis for the entire school's classroom management plan. Schools that conform to the characteristics of Glasser's theories are known as Quality Schools.
For more information, visit WikEd Reality Therapy
ApproachReality Therapy is centered on our five basic, genetically endowed needs.
These needs are classified under five headings. The first is our primary and physical need for:
Survival (including food, clothing, nourishment, shelter, personal security). And the following four are psychological.
Connecting, Belonging, Love (including groups as well as families or loved ones). Power (including learning, achievement and feeling worthwhile and winning). Freedom (including independence, autonomy, one’s own 'space'). Fun (including pleasure and enjoyment). One of the core principles of Reality Therapy is that, whether we are aware of it or not, we are acting (behaving) to meet these needs all the time. But we don't necessarily act effectively. Socializing with people is an effective way to meet our need for belonging. Sitting in a corner and crying in the hope that people will come to us is generally an ineffective way of meeting that need - it may work, but it is painful and carries a terribly high price for ourselves and others.
So if life is unsatisfactory or we are distressed or in trouble, this approach advocates that one basic thing is to check carefully, whether we are succeeding in meeting our basic psychological needs for power, belonging, freedom and fun.
In this society the survival need is normally being met - it is in how we meet the four psychological needs that we run into trouble. Reality Therapy holds that the key to behavior is to remain aware of what we presently want. This is because it maintains that what really drives us as social beings is our wants. We don't think of our needs as such. We think of what we want, we behave to get what we want, we fantasize about what we want, etc. But we often are not aware of either our real desires, or how our present actions are linked to these.
It is very much a therapy of hope, based on the conviction that we are products of the past but we do not have to go on being its victims.
Core ideas
Make plans and perform actionsPlans for making better choices are at the heart of successful Reality Therapy. The counsellor helps the client to make a workable plan to get what he or she wants. It is and must be the client's plan; not the counselor's. The essence of a workable plan, in Reality Therapy, is that it is a plan you can implement - in other words, it concentrates on the things that are in your control to do: Examples:
You can't make your spouse talk to you but you can talk to your spouse; You can't make your teenage son treat you with respect but you can decide that you will no longer provide a laundry and catering service to a son who treats you with contempt; You can't make the company give you a promotion but you can look for a promotion, lobby for it and apply for the job when it comes up. Reality Therapy empowers people by emphasizing the power of doing what is in your control to do. And doing is at the heart of Reality Therapy.
BehaviorBehavior, in Reality Therapy and in Dr. Wiliam Glasser's Choice Theory terms, is composed of four aspects, or vectors: Thinking, Acting, Feeling, and Physiology. We can directly choose our thoughts and our acts; we have great difficulty in directly choosing our feelings and our physiology (sweaty palms, headaches, nervous tics, racing pulse, etc.)
Emotions (feelings) are a wonderful, immediate and alive source of information about how we are doing and whether we are happy with what is going on in our lives. But it is very hard to choose and to change our emotions directly. It is easier to change our thinking - to decide, for example, that we will no longer think of ourselves as victims or to decide that in our thoughts we will concentrate on what we can do rather than what we think everybody else ought to do. So Reality Therapists approach changing 'what we do' as a key to changing how we feel and to getting what we want.
ControlControl is considered a key issue in Reality Therapy. To meet their needs human beings need control: one person seeks control through position and money; another wants to control his or her physical space, like the teenager who bans all parents and parent-like persons from her room; another wants to chair the committee; another wants an office with a corner and two windows; another wants two lamb chops, baked beans and three boiled potatoes on the table at precisely 6.30 pm.
Control gets us into trouble in two primary ways: when we try to control other people, and when we use drugs and alcohol to give us a false sense of control. At the very heart of Choice Theory is the core belief that the only person I can really control is myself.
If I think I can control others I am moving in the direction of frustration. If I think others can control me (and so are to blame for all that goes on in my life) I tend to do nothing and again head for frustration.
There may indeed be things that 'happen' to us and for which we are not personally responsible but we can choose how we handle these things. Trying to control other people is a vain naive hope, from the point of view of Reality Therapy. It is a never-ending battle, alienates us from others and causes endless pain and frustration.
This is why it is vital to stick to what is in our own control to do and to respect the right of other people to meet their needs.
We can, of course, get an instant sense of control from alcohol and some other drugs. This method of control, however, is false, and skewers the true level of control we have over ourselves. This creates an inconsistent level of control over ourselves, which creates even more dissonance in our personal control.
Focus on the presentWhile traditional psycho-analytic and counseling often focus on past events, Reality Therapy and Choice theory solutions lie in the present and the future. Practitioners of Reality Therapy may visit the past but never dwell on it. In Reality Therapy the past is seen as the source of our wants and of our ways of behaving not as a cause.
Not only are the bad things that happened to us there but our successes are there too. The focus of the practitioner of Reality Therapy is to learn what needs to be learned about the past but to move as quickly as feasible to empowering the client to satisfy his or her needs and wants in the present and in the future.
This is because it is our present perceptions that influence our present behaviour and so it is these current perceptions that the Reality Therapy practitioner helps the client to work through.
CriticismsReality Therapy at present is little known, and little tested. Its 'one answer solves all' approach is likely to receive criticism similar to many other 'one answer solves all' schools of therapy.
An opposing view to this is, that many other schools of therapy (especially cognitive approaches) focus on the present rather than the past, and that the concept of disconnection (or failure to correctly perceive how motive and inner need/intent are linked), is in some form or other, at the root of dysfunction is also considered not unusual, according to several other accepted schools of therapy, from transpersonal therapy through neuro-linguistic programming to transactional analysis.reality therapy= [wikipedia dot org]
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What's a Safeword?
how to use one...
One of the thrills of bdsm is that it can stretch your limitations. If you enjoy this sort of play, you can naturally find yourself trying more and more new things, accepting greater and greater levels of sensation, doing and feeling more than you've ever done or felt before. But the process is slow and gradual, and people are not telepathic.
It may be that you are the bottom in a whipping scene, and your Top is whipping you, and suddenly it doesn't feel good anymore!! And you want them to stop!!! That is what a safeword is: a word that means 'This isn't working! This scene is going wrong somehow! Please stop!'
A safeword needs to be taken seriously. Sometimes you may be playing with a Top you don't know that well, and if they do something to you you don't want, it's important that you have a way to let them know, immediately. Especially if you're tied up or otherwise made helpless.
Everyone has their own favorite safeword. I personally use 'Yellow!' to mean 'something's too intense; I need you to lighten up, but I don't want to stop the scene,' and I use 'Red!' to mean 'I'm in trouble and I want everything to stop now, no more games, scene over, let me outta here!'
Some people just have one flavor of safeword, and use 'aardvark' or some other weird word they'd never say in the context of a scene. At many parties, the universal safeword is 'Safeword!' It's up to you. All it is is a safety valve for when things get out of control. If your Top doesn't respect your safeword, it's a safe bet that they won't respect other limits of yours, and you will need to decide whether you want to play with someone who doesn't acknowledge your boundaries.
Using a safeword can be hard to do sometimes. It's important to realize that no one is perfect, and if you as Top do something that squicks your bottom (i.e. pushes beyond your bottom's limits -- 'squick 'is a recent bit of ssbb jargon), it doesn't mean you're a bad lover or a bad person. It only means that you ran into a limit you didn't know was there, or you were tired or disconnected and not in tune with your bottom. It happens to everyone from time to time.
If you as Top feel burned out and want to stop the scene suddenly, or you get a powerful reaction you weren't expecting and aren't sure how to continue, you can use a safeword too; safewords aren't just for bottoms! If you as bottom feel like your Top is pushing you, and you don't want to play anymore, it's not fun, that's when you want to use a safeword -- your Top will be glad you used it to tell them where you were at.
A safeword is just a communication tool, nothing more, nothing less. If you're playing intensely, it may feel hard to stop the scene, to come back from the edge via a safeword. But if you need to, that's what they're for. Some Tops deliberately push their bottoms until their bottoms call safeword; this way, the bottom gets the experience of using it. A safeword that's never used can seem unusable, which isn't a good property for a safeword.
Sometimes a Top will want to gag you, whether because you're being too noisy or they want to increase your helplessness or you've been being impertinent or whatever. You may still want a safeword to let the Top know when a rope is too tight or the nipple clamps are pinching or whatever. Some people put a handkerchief in the bottom's hand; if they let go and the handkerchief falls, they know there's something up. I personally use the old SOS signal: three loud yells spaced evenly; 'Unh! Unh! Unh!' No gag I've ever seen can stop all noise, and that signal works even if my hands are in mittens or a strait-jacket and unable to hold anything at all.
Before playing with someone, it's a good idea to negotiate, not only what safeword you want to use, but how you'll handle it if you need to use the safeword. When you're just getting into sm, it's almost inevitable that some scenes will end prematurely or abruptly. If you acknowledge this possibility in advance, and talk about what kinds of comforting or remedy you might like, it'll make recovering from a mishap a lot easier and more pleasant. And because a scene goes wrong is no reason to think that you or your partner is fundamentally bad or untrustworthy -- mistakes will happen.
(If your partner doesn't want to hear your concerns about the mishap, though, or if they belittle or deride your concerns, you may well be unable to avoid future mishaps. If your relationship doesn't learn from painful experience, it may not be ready to handle doing bdsm. Of course, this kind of processing is a vital part of every healthy relationship, bdsm or not.)
Not every bdsm player uses safewords. Some people into bdsm don't find them useful for the style of play they prefer; more straightforward communication suffices for them. Some partners find their need for a safeword gradually diminishes as they come to know each other better. Some people do bdsm in which the bottom doesn't want to have a verbal escape route, for the duration of the scene. (This 'no-safeword ' play is also sometimes called 'edge play.') One thing that you'll learn about the bdsmlmnop scene is that styles vary wildly, and peoples' experiences are astonishingly diverse. But for many people beginning their explorations (and many who've explored enormously), safewords have proved very helpful. What's a Safeword?
how to use one...
One of the thrills of bdsm is that it can stretch you
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[this entry comes from nifty dot org]m
Subject: Dominated by Doug
Dominated by Doug
Bom
I had always had sex with females through high school. Only one time
had I done anything with a guy and that was just jack off with him in the
showers after gym one day. We had never touched each other or ever spoken
about it after that. When I started college I was looking forward to
expanding my sex life as much as possible. I just didn't foresee how it
was going to expand. I moved into a dorm room that I shared with one guy
and found out we shared a bathroom with six more. It connected in the
middle of our rooms, so only the guys from our four rooms could access it.
The eight of us got to know each other very quickly, and I liked all of
them. My roomie was my age, a bit shorter than me and a really great guy.
He was into basketball and working out and we partied a lot with the other
six guys. I dated some of the co- eds and was pretty popular as I had
played sports in high school and had a good body. I stood an even six feet
tall, had sandy brown hair and blue eyes that all the girls seemed to like.
While I wasn't all beefed up like some of the guys in the gym where I
worked out were, I had plenty of definition to my muscles.
One of the guys in the room across the hall was named Doug. He and I
had gotten to be more of acquaintances rather than friends. He just seemed
kind of standoffish. He was drop dead good looking and he knew it. He
always seemed to be the center of attention when he was in a group because
of his looks, but he never seemed to take much of a liking to me. I didn't
know why and just tried to treat him like a friend. Doug was the
stereotype 'surfer dude'. He had the blond hair, the tan and all the right
muscles to fit the bill. He wore his hair a bit long in the back and wore
a thin strip of leather around his right ankle which I thought was really
cool. One morning Doug and I both arrived at the shower in the morning at
about the same time. There were two shower heads behind a single curtain
that were separated by a fiberglass type divider mounted on the wall. It
only stuck out about a foot from the wall and ran from about shoulder
height down to my knees. I had showered with a few of the guys before,
including Doug, and it was never any big deal.
I had just gotten wet and was standing under the left shower head when
he arrived a few seconds later. I thought he would walk away when he saw
me already under the showerhead, but he just turned the water on next to me
and seemed to ignore me. I couldn't seem to ignore him though. He had
almost no hair on his chest, but had a thick bush around his cock. A quick
glance showed me that he was well endowed and almost certainly bigger than
me. Suddenly I realized that he was watching me as I looked over his body.
I felt myself blush everywhere.
'I know you are staring at me, Clay. You a fag or something?' I
didn't know what to say and just stared at him stupidly for a few seconds.
He had a smirk on his face as I tried to stammer out a response. He looked
me up and down and said 'Thought so.' I realized that my cock was getting
hard! I turned away from him a bit, but it was too late, he had already
seen me getting hard. I didn't know what to think. I had been fucking all
the chicks, just like the other guys, and now here I was getting hard in
the shower with another naked teenage male. Doug paused for a second. 'I
can tell ya dig my body. That's cool. I get off on being admired. But
remember, you can look, but if you touch, I'll kill ya.'
With that, he turned and faced me. I ran my eyes from his face down
his body slowly. His dark blond hair looked almost brown since it was wet.
His green eyes seemed to penetrate mine. My eyes drank in the sight of his
well formed chest and tight stomach. He played lacrosse in a league and
the exercise paid off. I was in good shape from my time spent in the gym,
but he seemed to have just a natural good build along with his incredible
good looks. It seemed every muscle in his body was well defined. I
admired the sparse hairs across his chest in the valley between his pecs
and around his nipples. Then my eyes reached his cock. I had never had a
chance to get a good look at it before. Soft, it looked about four or five
inches long and pretty thick. Before I had a chance to really feast my
eyes, Doug turned back under the water. I let my eyes linger, taking in
his lean, lithe form and the firm mounds of his ass before I turned away.
I knew I would throw a full boner if I kept looking at him.
After that encounter, things seemed to go back to normal between Doug
and me. We hung out with the rest of the guys and were if anything, better
buddies than we had been before. I was kind of preoccupied with him for a
few weeks, but his steady stream of girlfriends impressed even me. I was
still scoring with a few girls on campus, but not many as Doug. Then, I
got stuck over a long weekend because my car had broken down. I planned on
a boring weekend spent alone in the town. I was very pleasantly surprised
to find that Doug was also there for the weekend. I found him alone at the
dorm Friday evening when classes ended. He suggested we go get a few beers
and we went to a local bar that evening. Usually it was packed, but with
the holiday, there were only a few others there. Over pitchers, we talked
and he brought up the subject of the time I checked him out in the shower.
We discussed the fact that we had both been fucking girls and he wanted to
know what was up with me. Was I gay? I told him that he was just a really
good looking guy and I had just been horny that morning. He just stared at
me with a smirk on his face then moved on to talk about his latest
girlfriend. Later we staggered home and each collapsed in bed. We were a
bit hung over the next morning, but a long jog took care of that.
After the run we showered again, and I took several covert looks at
his body, but I kind of knew that he knew I was looking at him. I even got
half hard watching him soap his crotch. He saw it and put on a small show
for me, clearly enjoying being admired. We both laughed a bit and my cock
got even harder, so I quickly rinsed off and left the shower. While I
shaved, he stayed in the shower, but kept the curtain closed. I was in my
room toweling off when Doug came through the door. He was dry, but still
naked like me. He sat on my bed. I looked at him.
'I gotta problem.' he said.
'What's wrong?'
He grabbed his cock and stroked it a bit. I watched as it grew in his
hand. Within seconds, he was holding about eight thick inches of hard
cock. I knew my mouth had dropped open, so I closed it. He looked up at
me from where he was sprawled on my bed. 'This is what's wrong. Any time
I wake up with a hangover, I am horny as hell for the rest of the day.
Usually it's not a problem, but all the chicks are gone. I know you dig my
body. Hell you just got hard watching me. Figured I'd give you a thrill.'
'Well, I... I do think you are hot, Doug, but what about the fact
that you will kill me if I touch you?'
He chuckled. 'I will unless we do it my way. I order, you obey. Got
it?'
'But...' I began.
He began got up and started back towards the door. 'No problem dude.
If you aren't interested I'll just go jerk off.'
'No, wait!'
He turned to me again, the sexy smirk I had seen before back on his
face. He looked very masculine and sexy with a day's worth of stubble on
his cheeks and chin. 'Yeah, that's what I figured, fag. You won't let my
big dick get away. Why don't you get on your knees?' I looked at him for
a second. I knew that if I did what he wanted and submitted to him, our
relationship would change, but looking at his hard, toned body and thick
cock was too much. I slowly dropped to my knees. My own cock was rock
hard, jutting out from between my legs. Doug just stood there looking at
me. He looked so sexy, his hair was still damp, but much lighter now since
it was only damp. It was uncombed, but he kept it very short, except for
the long locks in the back and it looked very sexy. I waited on my knees.
He was near the door and I was scared to death he would turn and leave, but
as I watched, his eyes narrowed.
'You look good on your knees, faggot. You a cocksucker, boy? You
already been on your knees for a real man? You sucked a guy's dick before,
boy?'
I told him that I had never done anything like this before.
'Bullshit. You've probably had a dozen guys' dicks in you mouth,
haven't you?'
'No, honestly Doug, I can't even believe I am here doing this now.' I
dropped my eyes from his and to the floor, but then the sight of his hard
cock drew my gaze again. Damn! He looked so hot standing there! He saw
where my gaze had settled.
'You like my big meat, boy?' I admitted to him that I did. 'Well,
crawl over here and kneel at my feet, cocksucker.'
I did as he ordered, my knees hurting on the hard floor. But I
ignored the pain and the humiliation of crawling on the floor to get closer
to this handsome teenage stud and his throbbing hard cock. He just grinned
and watched me as I did it. When I got in front of him, my face only
inches from his cock, I stopped and looked up at him. He was staring down
at me. His cock bobbed just in front of my lips and I began to lean
forward to take him in my mouth, but his hand grabbed a fistful of my hair
stopped me. He pulled my head back until my eyes met his.
'I told you that we do this my way, pussyboy. You got that? You do
what I say when I say, or I'm outta here. Understand?'
I was kind of shocked to hear him call me that name, but just replied,
'Yeah, Doug.'
'You call me Sir, cocksucker.'
'Yes, Sir,' I replied. That wasn't too much to do if it got me the
chance to suck this stud's cock. I had accepted now that I wanted nothing
more than to feel it slide into my mouth.
Still holding my head by the hair, Doug grabbed the base of his cock
and began to slap my face with it. I could feel the precum which was
flowing from the had smearing on my cheeks. I opened my mouth and tried to
lick his cock, but he just rubbed it all over my face at first, avoiding my
mouth. I was looking up at his handsome face staring down at me as he did
it.
'Damn! I can't believe that you would let another guy dick slap you,
Clay. Big jock stud like you acting all macho with the rest of the guys
and now look at you. Practically begging me to let you suck my dick. Go
ahead, cocksucker. Beg me.'
'Please, Sir. Please let me suck your cock. I am begging you, Sir.
Please let me lick your cock and suck it, Sir. I want your dick so bad!'
He released his grip on my hair and I captured his cock in my mouth.
I could taste the salty precum which was oozing from his slit. My tongue
danced over the head and I listened as he moaned in pleasure.
'Yeah, that's it cocksucker. Work my cock with that tongue. Make me
feel good, faggot.'
I reached up and ran my hands along Doug's calves, feeling the sparse
hairs that grew there.
'No hands, bitch! You just use your mouth.
I dropped my hands to my own cock and began to stroke it as I slid my
lips down the length of his hot cock.
'Dammit!' he said, yanking his dick from between my lips. 'I said you
couldn't use your hands, faggot. Didn't you hear me? That means not on me
or on your pussyboy cock!' He turned and walked to my closet. I just
knelt on the floor as he opened the closet door and searched it, pulling
out my clothes and dropping them on the floor. Finally he turned around
with a silk necktie in his hands. As he walked back to me he told me to
stand. I did. He stepped behind me and grabbed my right wrist. Doug
pulled it behind my back and then reached for my other wrist.
'Doug, please...' I began, but he interrupted.
'Shut up faggot! I told you. My way. You want me to stop and I walk
out of here.'
I let him move my left wrist behind my back. He whispered in my ear
as he bound my hands behind me. 'You didn't obey my order, boy. I told
you not to use your hands. Now I'm gonna make sure you don't.' I felt the
knot tighten and my wrists were tied, crossed over my spine at the small of
my back. I felt Doug's arms wrap around me and pull me back against him.
His hard cock slid along my ass as he humped me some.
'I'm gonna get me some of your boy pussy, bitch. I'm gonna ram my
cock up inside you and turn you into my pussy. Any man ever made you his
pussy boy?'
'No, sir. I've never even sucked cock before just now, sir. Please
let me suck your cock.' I had never even thought that he might want to
fuck me and was now worried. But Doug moved back in front of me and put
his hands on my shoulders. He pushed me to my knees and again I found
myself with my mouth just inches from his hard dick. Another drop of prcum
had formed and I lened forward and licked it off eagerly. I heard him
laugh.
'Damn. What a fucking faggot! So hot for my juice you can't even
wait for me to shove it in your mouth.' As he said that, he thrust his
hips forward and several inches of his thick cock slid into my mouth. I
was in heaven, sucking greedily on his thick juicy cock. I pushed my head
further, working my way down his shaft. Doug began to thrust back and
forth slowly. He pulled the head of his cock back to just inside my lips
and then thrust back in, a bit deeper each time. The head of his cock
reached the entrance to my throat and as I gagged, he held my head firmly
between his hands and forced it in deeper. Soon, my nose rested in his
black pubic hair. He held there, his cock cutting off my air and I fought
the urge to gag. 'Yeah. Soaking my cock in your throat, boy. Feels
good!' His hands held my head more tightly. After a few seconds I began
to struggle, needing to get air. Doug held his dick completely down my
throat for another few seconds, until I began to get desperate, then he let
go. I quickly dragged my head back and inhaled deeply through my nose. I
could hear Doug laughing. He thrust in again. Soon, he had set up his
pace and was roughly fucking my face.
'Yeah, bitch. Take my dick. None of the chicks will let me fuck
their throats raw, but you've got no choice, do you boy? Fucking eat my
meat. Yeah, cocksucker, you were born to suck a man's dick. You need a
rough fuck in the mouth real bad and I'm the man to give it to ya!' The
speed of his hips had increased. My eyes were watering and my lips and
throat were starting to go numb from his pistoning cock. Still, my own
dick throbbed and twitched between my spread legs. My arms pulled at the
tie around my wrists and I could tell that Doug liked watching me struggle,
but there was no way I could get free. I felt him twist my head back,
managing to get even deeper in my throat. I could now look up at him. His
lips were parted as he panted with the effort of his fucking. He was
looking right down at me and my eyes met his.
'Gonna cum in your mouth, cocksucker. Fill you up with my cum and
watch you drink it, faggot. Damn, a guy swallowing another dude's fucking
sperm. I can't wait to watch you drink my cum, boy. Yeahhh! Almost
there! Ahh yeah! Fucking cumming in your mouth! Swallow it, Clay,
swallow the cum right out of my balls!'
I had no choice but to swallow. His cock was buried deep in my throat
when the first spurt shot forth and I never even tasted it. But the force
of Doug's orgasm jerked his hips back and two large salty spurts covered my
tongue. He then plunged in again, emptying more of himself down my throat.
Then he pulled back and held the head on my tongue. Another larger spurt
of his hot cum shot out, then he milked the shaft with his hand for a
second. I flicked my tongue over the head, lapping up the large drop of
sperm he had squeezed out. Then the palm of his left hand pushed against
my forehead and knocked me back onto the floor on my butt.
I looked up at Doug. His chest was covered with a thin sheen of sweat
and his face was flushed. He was still taking deep breaths from his
exertions which gave me a great view of his magnificent chest expanding and
contracting. My own cock was leaking precum and in desperate need, but
there was no way I could give it any attention. Doug caught his breath,
staring down at me almost contemptuously and moved back to the bed. He sat
on it again, his legs spread wide. I saw that his cock was still hard.
Looking at him, sweaty and his hard cock throbbing and covered with my spit
had me even more turned on. I definitely wanted to suck this stud again!
I didn't realize that his plans were a lot different. After a couple
seconds to compose himself, he stood and grabbed my hair again. He pulled
me over to my bed and pushed me face down onto it. I felt him working at
the knot in the tie around my wrist and sighed in relief. When I was free,
I pulled my arms forward to rub my wrists. That was exactly what Doug
wanted. He pinned both of my wrists to the bed above my head and I felt
his weight settle on me.
Doug used his knees to force my legs apart and then I felt the warmth
of the skin of his chest against my back. I could feel his hard nipples
scraping across my shoulder blades as he slowly ran his cock up and down
along the crack of my ass. I knew what he planned to do. Doug was
mounting me. He was going to fuck me!
'No, Doug, please. I don't take it up the ass. Please, let me suck
you again!'
'You don't take it up the ass? Hell, all fags take it up the ass.
You're a fag, so you should know that. Don't worry, pussyboy, I've busted
a couple cherries before.' Doug's lips were right up against my right ear
and I could feel his warm breath as he spoke. 'Of course those were
chicks. They all wanted it nice and soft and slow and I always had to be
real gentle with them as I opened them up. It's gonna be great to bust you
wide open fast, hard and rough. You're gonna take it from a real man. I'm
gonna make you my bitch, Clay'
I felt him raise up a bit. Doug slid his muscular forearms up under
my arms and locked his hands across the back of my neck putting me in a
headlock. I could feel the head of his cock, lubed only by the last of my
spit and some of the precum he was leaking lodged at my entrance. I didn't
want him to do it. Sucking off Doug was one thing. I had even swallowed
this dude's whole load of cum. I had figured that would be it. Or maybe a
second blowjob when he was still hard. But to feel another male mount me
and shove his cock up into me was something I had never planned on. I had
submitted to his dominant attitude when he took over my mouth and fucked my
face, but that was nothing compared to the ultimate in submission: allowing
another teenage guy to fuck me up the ass and cum inside me, making me his
bitch to use his words.
'Please Doug. Stop. Don't fuck me. I will suck you again! I will
do anything you want, but please don't fuck me in the ass, Sir!'
I heard him laugh. 'You want this, bitch. Don't try to deny it. You
get off on me on top of you, using your body for my own pleasure.' He
unlocked his hands and ran the left one down my body to my crotch. His
fingers encircled my hard cock and I gasped in pleasure. 'See, pussyboy?
Here I am laying on you with my dick head ready to slide into you and you
are hard as a rock and leaking precum. So don't tell me you don't want
this. You were fucking put here on earth to be fucked by my big dick,
bitch!' He locked his hands behind my neck again putting me into a
headlock from which I couldn't break free. He used his knees to spread my
legs even further, opening me up for his penetration.
I felt his hips begin to push forward. He showed no mercy, just
forced his cock deep into me in one fast, unrelenting thrust.
'Ahhh! No!! Please Doug! Please stop! It's too big, Doug. I can't
take it!'
'You are taking it faggot! And before I cum up in your pussy, you'll
be loving it. So just shut your mouth and take it like cock loving punk
that you are. You're getting your cherry busted wide open, boy. Of course
it's gonna hurt. But before long you'll see I was right. You gotta take
it rough and hard. I am the first man up your hole, faggot. I am making
you into a pussy. But I won't be the last man to use your hole, bitch. I
am gonna make sure you are wide open and ready for the men who get here
after me!' He thrust a bit more and the whole length of his cock was now
buried up inside me.
I felt violated, both physically by the huge cock inside me and also
mentally as his words sunk in. His huge cock seemed like an arm had been
shoved up inside me. There were tears in my eyes again, this time from the
pain. The words that Doug was saying into my ear penetrated my head even
as his cock penetrated my body. He had done it. He had busted my cherry.
His dick was up inside me moving around in small circles, probing as he
ground his hips.
'Feel it fucking you, bitch,' he whispered into my ear. 'Feel my big
cock sliding up inside your pussy, faggot. Oh yeah! You are fucking
tight, pussyboy. Tighter than any bitch I've fucked before. Oh fuck yeah.
Squeeze my big cock with that ass, boy. Work my cock! Oh fuck yeah.
Fucking faggot. Fucking faggot!'
He kept saying that with each thrust in and and I couldn't tell if he
was calling me names or just telling me what he was doing. He words turned
to moans and grunts after his thrusts began to increase in speed. The pain
of his penetration was subsiding, and with it, the humiliation of being
mounted by another teenage male. His cock began to feel good moving inside
me. I liked the feel of the weight of his body on me and the sliding of
his skin against mine as he humped my pussy. I could feel his sweat
dripping onto my back and then his teeth on the neck of my skin. He bit
and nipped at my neck, just as I had done to girls that I had fucked
before. I knew I would have marks there the next few days. His hot breath
against my skin drove me crazy. He began to pound into me even harder
fucking me like a two bit whore.
Doug's hands unlocked from behind my neck and began to explore my body
in a way no one had ever done before. Doug pulled me up onto my hands and
knees, taking me doggie style now. I was no longer resisting him. I loved
the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of me. I heard moaning and
realized that I was making the noise. Each time Doug thrust in, he forced
out a moan from deep in my chest. Doug's hands felt all of my intimate
areas, even stroking my cock for a second. As his fingers slid into my
mouth, his cock pounded into me and I sucked on his fingers like they were
his cock. Then Doug wrapped his arms around my chest and pulled me upright
onto my knees. I could feel his cock probing at a different angle now as
he thrust up into me. I ran my hands over his arms, then down my sides and
behind me. I grabbed his ass cheeks for a second, feeling the powerful
muscles which were driving his cock into me before he ordered me to stop.
I turned a bit when he forced me to the side and I could see our reflection
in the mirror on the closet door. There I was, on my knees, the blond stud
pressed up against my back with his arms around my chest and his hips
thrusting his cock into me. All of my muscles stood out as my body tensed
with the force of taking his cock. All the time I had spent in the gym,
working out, making myself look good was now for the benefit of giving
pleasure to this dominant teenage male. Doug let me fall forward and I was
back on my hands and knees.
Doug's hands slid under my chest, finding my nipples and pinching
them. He squeezed them harder and harder. I moaned now in a mix of pain
and pleasure. The feelings from my ass as he fucked me were incredible
now. I was in ecstasy. This straight boy had put me on my own bed,
mounted me, taken my cherry and was making me love it. I knew that there
was only one step left to complete my submission to him. He was not long
in demanding it.
'Come on, pussyboy. Tell me how much you love what I am doing to you!
Tell me what I am doing to you, faggot, and tell me how much you love it.'
'Oh god, Doug! I love it! You are fucking me up the ass and I love
it. Fuck me! Fuck me harder Doug. Please! Please fuck me harder up the
ass!'
'I'm fucking your pussy, bitch. Get that straight. I am a man and I
fuck pussy. I took your cherry and made your hole into a pussy. Now I am
gonna fill you with my seed, just like I would any other pussy. Oh yeah!
Gonna cum deep up inside you baby! Gonna cum real soon!'
'Oh god, Doug. I am gonna cum too. I'm about ready to shoot my cum.
Oh shit. Your fucking me is gonna make me shoot my wad.'
'Catch it in your hand, bitch. I want you to catch your fucking
faggot load in your hand!'
I felt his cock throbbing in my ass and his roar of pleasure confirmed
that he was filling my guts with his cum. The force of his thrusting
brought me to the edge and with a loud moan, I began to cum. As Doug
emptied his balls into my body, I emptied mine into my cupped hand. Doug's
rough fucking continued through his orgasm, then he collapsed onto me.
This drove his cock deep into me one last time. He lay on top of me, two
fingers sliding into my mouth as I held us up with just one arm. My other
hand full of my own hot load. I felt his dick begin to soften. After a
few moments, Doug lifted himself up and his dick slid from my abused ass.
He knelt back and told me to turn around. I slid around on the bed to face
him. I was blushing, I knew, as I looked at Doug again. He was covered in
sweat and breathing heavily still. The rush I had been feeling as he took
my virginity and made me submit to him had dissipated when I had cum. Now
I was just feeling embarrassed. But Doug's domination had not ended when
he pulled his cock out of me. He reached forward and grabbed my right
wrist. He forced my hand, covered with my own cum, to my face.
'Lick it up, bitch.' he ordered. I looked at him, hoping he was
kidding, but the look in his eye told me he wasn't. I obeyed and licked my
own cum from my hand as he watched. His face broke into a smile as he saw
the power he had over me. I cleaned my hand completely then reached back
and felt my hole. It was stretched feeling and Doug's cum was everywhere.
'Now you've got me in both ends, Clay. And now I own your cherries,
both mouth and pussy. I took them from ya and every time you look at me,
you're gonna remember that I was the first man to fuck you, to make you his
bitch.' He walked back into the bathroom and I heard the shower start. I
climbed off the bed and followed him in. I needed to clean up too. In the
shower, Doug was not at all shy. He gave me every view of his body that I
wanted, showing off. I watched for a few minutes working up my courage.
'Doug, will you fuck me again. Please?'
Doug looked at me and laughed. 'I'm gonna fuck you, mouth and ass,
ten times before the guys get back Sunday. When my chicks are back, I'm
gonna be fucking them. But I will always want some of your ass when there
aren't any girls available. And don't worry, I know that the other guys
will be more than happy to keep you full of cum when I am busy once I tell
them about your talents. But before that you gotta earn the right.'
'What do I have to do?'
'Just what you begged me to let you do earlier, before I showed you
what a pussy you are. Suck my dick.' He pushed me to my knees under the
cascading water.
Doug was true to his word. We spent the weekend with me taking his
cock in every position he could think of. When the guys came back, one by
one he let them in on the secret and I took all of their cocks within the
next two months. But for the most part I only got Doug's dick when none of
his current chicks were around or he was between girlfriends. There were
certain times when he just wanted to dominate me, show his power over
another male, and those were some I enjoyed the most. But I got a lot of
action from my suite mates and my roommate in the meantime. Still, every
time I looked at Doug, I remembered the feeling of his cock ramming into me
that first time and busting my cherry open. I would see him walking to
class or out at a bar and the thought of his first penetration would flash
through my mind and make my cock stir. He made me his bitch and showed me
how much I needed to be fucked by a real man.
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I had always had sex with females through high school. Only one time
had I done anything with a guy and that was just jack off with him in the
showers after gym one day. We had never touched each other or ever spoken
about it after that. When I started college I was looking forward to
expanding my sex life as much as possible. I just didn't foresee how it
was going to expand. I moved into a dorm room that I shared with one guy
and found out we shared a bathroom with six more. It connected in the
middle of our rooms, so only the guys from our four rooms could access it.
The eight of us got to know each other very quickly, and I liked all of
them. My roomie was my age, a bit shorter than me and a really great guy.
He was into basketball and working out and we partied a lot with the other
six guys. I dated some of the co- eds and was pretty popular as I had
played sports in high school and had a good body. I stood an even six feet
tall, had sandy brown hair and blue eyes that all the girls seemed to like.
While I wasn't all beefed up like some of the guys in the gym where I
worked out were, I had plenty of definition to my muscles.
One of the guys in the room across the hall was named Doug. He and I
had gotten to be more of acquaintances rather than friends. He just seemed
kind of standoffish. He was drop dead good looking and he knew it. He
always seemed to be the center of attention when he was in a group because
of his looks, but he never seemed to take much of a liking to me. I didn't
know why and just tried to treat him like a friend. Doug was the
stereotype 'surfer dude'. He had the blond hair, the tan and all the right
muscles to fit the bill. He wore his hair a bit long in the back and wore
a thin strip of leather around his right ankle which I thought was really
cool. One morning Doug and I both arrived at the shower in the morning at
about the same time. There were two shower heads behind a single curtain
that were separated by a fiberglass type divider mounted on the wall. It
only stuck out about a foot from the wall and ran from about shoulder
height down to my knees. I had showered with a few of the guys before,
including Doug, and it was never any big deal.
I had just gotten wet and was standing under the left shower head when
he arrived a few seconds later. I thought he would walk away when he saw
me already under the showerhead, but he just turned the water on next to me
and seemed to ignore me. I couldn't seem to ignore him though. He had
almost no hair on his chest, but had a thick bush around his cock. A quick
glance showed me that he was well endowed and almost certainly bigger than
me. Suddenly I realized that he was watching me as I looked over his body.
I felt myself blush everywhere.
'I know you are staring at me, Clay. You a fag or something?' I
didn't know what to say and just stared at him stupidly for a few seconds.
He had a smirk on his face as I tried to stammer out a response. He looked
me up and down and said 'Thought so.' I realized that my cock was getting
hard! I turned away from him a bit, but it was too late, he had already
seen me getting hard. I didn't know what to think. I had been fucking all
the chicks, just like the other guys, and now here I was getting hard in
the shower with another naked teenage male. Doug paused for a second. 'I
can tell ya dig my body. That's cool. I get off on being admired. But
remember, you can look, but if you touch, I'll kill ya.'
With that, he turned and faced me. I ran my eyes from his face down
his body slowly. His dark blond hair looked almost brown since it was wet.
His green eyes seemed to penetrate mine. My eyes drank in the sight of his
well formed chest and tight stomach. He played lacrosse in a league and
the exercise paid off. I was in good shape from my time spent in the gym,
but he seemed to have just a natural good build along with his incredible
good looks. It seemed every muscle in his body was well defined. I
admired the sparse hairs across his chest in the valley between his pecs
and around his nipples. Then my eyes reached his cock. I had never had a
chance to get a good look at it before. Soft, it looked about four or five
inches long and pretty thick. Before I had a chance to really feast my
eyes, Doug turned back under the water. I let my eyes linger, taking in
his lean, lithe form and the firm mounds of his ass before I turned away.
I knew I would throw a full boner if I kept looking at him.
After that encounter, things seemed to go back to normal between Doug
and me. We hung out with the rest of the guys and were if anything, better
buddies than we had been before. I was kind of preoccupied with him for a
few weeks, but his steady stream of girlfriends impressed even me. I was
still scoring with a few girls on campus, but not many as Doug. Then, I
got stuck over a long weekend because my car had broken down. I planned on
a boring weekend spent alone in the town. I was very pleasantly surprised
to find that Doug was also there for the weekend. I found him alone at the
dorm Friday evening when classes ended. He suggested we go get a few beers
and we went to a local bar that evening. Usually it was packed, but with
the holiday, there were only a few others there. Over pitchers, we talked
and he brought up the subject of the time I checked him out in the shower.
We discussed the fact that we had both been fucking girls and he wanted to
know what was up with me. Was I gay? I told him that he was just a really
good looking guy and I had just been horny that morning. He just stared at
me with a smirk on his face then moved on to talk about his latest
girlfriend. Later we staggered home and each collapsed in bed. We were a
bit hung over the next morning, but a long jog took care of that.
After the run we showered again, and I took several covert looks at
his body, but I kind of knew that he knew I was looking at him. I even got
half hard watching him soap his crotch. He saw it and put on a small show
for me, clearly enjoying being admired. We both laughed a bit and my cock
got even harder, so I quickly rinsed off and left the shower. While I
shaved, he stayed in the shower, but kept the curtain closed. I was in my
room toweling off when Doug came through the door. He was dry, but still
naked like me. He sat on my bed. I looked at him.
'I gotta problem.' he said.
'What's wrong?'
He grabbed his cock and stroked it a bit. I watched as it grew in his
hand. Within seconds, he was holding about eight thick inches of hard
cock. I knew my mouth had dropped open, so I closed it. He looked up at
me from where he was sprawled on my bed. 'This is what's wrong. Any time
I wake up with a hangover, I am horny as hell for the rest of the day.
Usually it's not a problem, but all the chicks are gone. I know you dig my
body. Hell you just got hard watching me. Figured I'd give you a thrill.'
'Well, I... I do think you are hot, Doug, but what about the fact
that you will kill me if I touch you?'
He chuckled. 'I will unless we do it my way. I order, you obey. Got
it?'
'But...' I began.
He began got up and started back towards the door. 'No problem dude.
If you aren't interested I'll just go jerk off.'
'No, wait!'
He turned to me again, the sexy smirk I had seen before back on his
face. He looked very masculine and sexy with a day's worth of stubble on
his cheeks and chin. 'Yeah, that's what I figured, fag. You won't let my
big dick get away. Why don't you get on your knees?' I looked at him for
a second. I knew that if I did what he wanted and submitted to him, our
relationship would change, but looking at his hard, toned body and thick
cock was too much. I slowly dropped to my knees. My own cock was rock
hard, jutting out from between my legs. Doug just stood there looking at
me. He looked so sexy, his hair was still damp, but much lighter now since
it was only damp. It was uncombed, but he kept it very short, except for
the long locks in the back and it looked very sexy. I waited on my knees.
He was near the door and I was scared to death he would turn and leave, but
as I watched, his eyes narrowed.
'You look good on your knees, faggot. You a cocksucker, boy? You
already been on your knees for a real man? You sucked a guy's dick before,
boy?'
I told him that I had never done anything like this before.
'Bullshit. You've probably had a dozen guys' dicks in you mouth,
haven't you?'
'No, honestly Doug, I can't even believe I am here doing this now.' I
dropped my eyes from his and to the floor, but then the sight of his hard
cock drew my gaze again. Damn! He looked so hot standing there! He saw
where my gaze had settled.
'You like my big meat, boy?' I admitted to him that I did. 'Well,
crawl over here and kneel at my feet, cocksucker.'
I did as he ordered, my knees hurting on the hard floor. But I
ignored the pain and the humiliation of crawling on the floor to get closer
to this handsome teenage stud and his throbbing hard cock. He just grinned
and watched me as I did it. When I got in front of him, my face only
inches from his cock, I stopped and looked up at him. He was staring down
at me. His cock bobbed just in front of my lips and I began to lean
forward to take him in my mouth, but his hand grabbed a fistful of my hair
stopped me. He pulled my head back until my eyes met his.
'I told you that we do this my way, pussyboy. You got that? You do
what I say when I say, or I'm outta here. Understand?'
I was kind of shocked to hear him call me that name, but just replied,
'Yeah, Doug.'
'You call me Sir, cocksucker.'
'Yes, Sir,' I replied. That wasn't too much to do if it got me the
chance to suck this stud's cock. I had accepted now that I wanted nothing
more than to feel it slide into my mouth.
Still holding my head by the hair, Doug grabbed the base of his cock
and began to slap my face with it. I could feel the precum which was
flowing from the had smearing on my cheeks. I opened my mouth and tried to
lick his cock, but he just rubbed it all over my face at first, avoiding my
mouth. I was looking up at his handsome face staring down at me as he did
it.
'Damn! I can't believe that you would let another guy dick slap you,
Clay. Big jock stud like you acting all macho with the rest of the guys
and now look at you. Practically begging me to let you suck my dick. Go
ahead, cocksucker. Beg me.'
'Please, Sir. Please let me suck your cock. I am begging you, Sir.
Please let me lick your cock and suck it, Sir. I want your dick so bad!'
He released his grip on my hair and I captured his cock in my mouth.
I could taste the salty precum which was oozing from his slit. My tongue
danced over the head and I listened as he moaned in pleasure.
'Yeah, that's it cocksucker. Work my cock with that tongue. Make me
feel good, faggot.'
I reached up and ran my hands along Doug's calves, feeling the sparse
hairs that grew there.
'No hands, bitch! You just use your mouth.
I dropped my hands to my own cock and began to stroke it as I slid my
lips down the length of his hot cock.
'Dammit!' he said, yanking his dick from between my lips. 'I said you
couldn't use your hands, faggot. Didn't you hear me? That means not on me
or on your pussyboy cock!' He turned and walked to my closet. I just
knelt on the floor as he opened the closet door and searched it, pulling
out my clothes and dropping them on the floor. Finally he turned around
with a silk necktie in his hands. As he walked back to me he told me to
stand. I did. He stepped behind me and grabbed my right wrist. Doug
pulled it behind my back and then reached for my other wrist.
'Doug, please...' I began, but he interrupted.
'Shut up faggot! I told you. My way. You want me to stop and I walk
out of here.'
I let him move my left wrist behind my back. He whispered in my ear
as he bound my hands behind me. 'You didn't obey my order, boy. I told
you not to use your hands. Now I'm gonna make sure you don't.' I felt the
knot tighten and my wrists were tied, crossed over my spine at the small of
my back. I felt Doug's arms wrap around me and pull me back against him.
His hard cock slid along my ass as he humped me some.
'I'm gonna get me some of your boy pussy, bitch. I'm gonna ram my
cock up inside you and turn you into my pussy. Any man ever made you his
pussy boy?'
'No, sir. I've never even sucked cock before just now, sir. Please
let me suck your cock.' I had never even thought that he might want to
fuck me and was now worried. But Doug moved back in front of me and put
his hands on my shoulders. He pushed me to my knees and again I found
myself with my mouth just inches from his hard dick. Another drop of prcum
had formed and I lened forward and licked it off eagerly. I heard him
laugh.
'Damn. What a fucking faggot! So hot for my juice you can't even
wait for me to shove it in your mouth.' As he said that, he thrust his
hips forward and several inches of his thick cock slid into my mouth. I
was in heaven, sucking greedily on his thick juicy cock. I pushed my head
further, working my way down his shaft. Doug began to thrust back and
forth slowly. He pulled the head of his cock back to just inside my lips
and then thrust back in, a bit deeper each time. The head of his cock
reached the entrance to my throat and as I gagged, he held my head firmly
between his hands and forced it in deeper. Soon, my nose rested in his
black pubic hair. He held there, his cock cutting off my air and I fought
the urge to gag. 'Yeah. Soaking my cock in your throat, boy. Feels
good!' His hands held my head more tightly. After a few seconds I began
to struggle, needing to get air. Doug held his dick completely down my
throat for another few seconds, until I began to get desperate, then he let
go. I quickly dragged my head back and inhaled deeply through my nose. I
could hear Doug laughing. He thrust in again. Soon, he had set up his
pace and was roughly fucking my face.
'Yeah, bitch. Take my dick. None of the chicks will let me fuck
their throats raw, but you've got no choice, do you boy? Fucking eat my
meat. Yeah, cocksucker, you were born to suck a man's dick. You need a
rough fuck in the mouth real bad and I'm the man to give it to ya!' The
speed of his hips had increased. My eyes were watering and my lips and
throat were starting to go numb from his pistoning cock. Still, my own
dick throbbed and twitched between my spread legs. My arms pulled at the
tie around my wrists and I could tell that Doug liked watching me struggle,
but there was no way I could get free. I felt him twist my head back,
managing to get even deeper in my throat. I could now look up at him. His
lips were parted as he panted with the effort of his fucking. He was
looking right down at me and my eyes met his.
'Gonna cum in your mouth, cocksucker. Fill you up with my cum and
watch you drink it, faggot. Damn, a guy swallowing another dude's fucking
sperm. I can't wait to watch you drink my cum, boy. Yeahhh! Almost
there! Ahh yeah! Fucking cumming in your mouth! Swallow it, Clay,
swallow the cum right out of my balls!'
I had no choice but to swallow. His cock was buried deep in my throat
when the first spurt shot forth and I never even tasted it. But the force
of Doug's orgasm jerked his hips back and two large salty spurts covered my
tongue. He then plunged in again, emptying more of himself down my throat.
Then he pulled back and held the head on my tongue. Another larger spurt
of his hot cum shot out, then he milked the shaft with his hand for a
second. I flicked my tongue over the head, lapping up the large drop of
sperm he had squeezed out. Then the palm of his left hand pushed against
my forehead and knocked me back onto the floor on my butt.
I looked up at Doug. His chest was covered with a thin sheen of sweat
and his face was flushed. He was still taking deep breaths from his
exertions which gave me a great view of his magnificent chest expanding and
contracting. My own cock was leaking precum and in desperate need, but
there was no way I could give it any attention. Doug caught his breath,
staring down at me almost contemptuously and moved back to the bed. He sat
on it again, his legs spread wide. I saw that his cock was still hard.
Looking at him, sweaty and his hard cock throbbing and covered with my spit
had me even more turned on. I definitely wanted to suck this stud again!
I didn't realize that his plans were a lot different. After a couple
seconds to compose himself, he stood and grabbed my hair again. He pulled
me over to my bed and pushed me face down onto it. I felt him working at
the knot in the tie around my wrist and sighed in relief. When I was free,
I pulled my arms forward to rub my wrists. That was exactly what Doug
wanted. He pinned both of my wrists to the bed above my head and I felt
his weight settle on me.
Doug used his knees to force my legs apart and then I felt the warmth
of the skin of his chest against my back. I could feel his hard nipples
scraping across my shoulder blades as he slowly ran his cock up and down
along the crack of my ass. I knew what he planned to do. Doug was
mounting me. He was going to fuck me!
'No, Doug, please. I don't take it up the ass. Please, let me suck
you again!'
'You don't take it up the ass? Hell, all fags take it up the ass.
You're a fag, so you should know that. Don't worry, pussyboy, I've busted
a couple cherries before.' Doug's lips were right up against my right ear
and I could feel his warm breath as he spoke. 'Of course those were
chicks. They all wanted it nice and soft and slow and I always had to be
real gentle with them as I opened them up. It's gonna be great to bust you
wide open fast, hard and rough. You're gonna take it from a real man. I'm
gonna make you my bitch, Clay'
I felt him raise up a bit. Doug slid his muscular forearms up under
my arms and locked his hands across the back of my neck putting me in a
headlock. I could feel the head of his cock, lubed only by the last of my
spit and some of the precum he was leaking lodged at my entrance. I didn't
want him to do it. Sucking off Doug was one thing. I had even swallowed
this dude's whole load of cum. I had figured that would be it. Or maybe a
second blowjob when he was still hard. But to feel another male mount me
and shove his cock up into me was something I had never planned on. I had
submitted to his dominant attitude when he took over my mouth and fucked my
face, but that was nothing compared to the ultimate in submission: allowing
another teenage guy to fuck me up the ass and cum inside me, making me his
bitch to use his words.
'Please Doug. Stop. Don't fuck me. I will suck you again! I will
do anything you want, but please don't fuck me in the ass, Sir!'
I heard him laugh. 'You want this, bitch. Don't try to deny it. You
get off on me on top of you, using your body for my own pleasure.' He
unlocked his hands and ran the left one down my body to my crotch. His
fingers encircled my hard cock and I gasped in pleasure. 'See, pussyboy?
Here I am laying on you with my dick head ready to slide into you and you
are hard as a rock and leaking precum. So don't tell me you don't want
this. You were fucking put here on earth to be fucked by my big dick,
bitch!' He locked his hands behind my neck again putting me into a
headlock from which I couldn't break free. He used his knees to spread my
legs even further, opening me up for his penetration.
I felt his hips begin to push forward. He showed no mercy, just
forced his cock deep into me in one fast, unrelenting thrust.
'Ahhh! No!! Please Doug! Please stop! It's too big, Doug. I can't
take it!'
'You are taking it faggot! And before I cum up in your pussy, you'll
be loving it. So just shut your mouth and take it like cock loving punk
that you are. You're getting your cherry busted wide open, boy. Of course
it's gonna hurt. But before long you'll see I was right. You gotta take
it rough and hard. I am the first man up your hole, faggot. I am making
you into a pussy. But I won't be the last man to use your hole, bitch. I
am gonna make sure you are wide open and ready for the men who get here
after me!' He thrust a bit more and the whole length of his cock was now
buried up inside me.
I felt violated, both physically by the huge cock inside me and also
mentally as his words sunk in. His huge cock seemed like an arm had been
shoved up inside me. There were tears in my eyes again, this time from the
pain. The words that Doug was saying into my ear penetrated my head even
as his cock penetrated my body. He had done it. He had busted my cherry.
His dick was up inside me moving around in small circles, probing as he
ground his hips.
'Feel it fucking you, bitch,' he whispered into my ear. 'Feel my big
cock sliding up inside your pussy, faggot. Oh yeah! You are fucking
tight, pussyboy. Tighter than any bitch I've fucked before. Oh fuck yeah.
Squeeze my big cock with that ass, boy. Work my cock! Oh fuck yeah.
Fucking faggot. Fucking faggot!'
He kept saying that with each thrust in and and I couldn't tell if he
was calling me names or just telling me what he was doing. He words turned
to moans and grunts after his thrusts began to increase in speed. The pain
of his penetration was subsiding, and with it, the humiliation of being
mounted by another teenage male. His cock began to feel good moving inside
me. I liked the feel of the weight of his body on me and the sliding of
his skin against mine as he humped my pussy. I could feel his sweat
dripping onto my back and then his teeth on the neck of my skin. He bit
and nipped at my neck, just as I had done to girls that I had fucked
before. I knew I would have marks there the next few days. His hot breath
against my skin drove me crazy. He began to pound into me even harder
fucking me like a two bit whore.
Doug's hands unlocked from behind my neck and began to explore my body
in a way no one had ever done before. Doug pulled me up onto my hands and
knees, taking me doggie style now. I was no longer resisting him. I loved
the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of me. I heard moaning and
realized that I was making the noise. Each time Doug thrust in, he forced
out a moan from deep in my chest. Doug's hands felt all of my intimate
areas, even stroking my cock for a second. As his fingers slid into my
mouth, his cock pounded into me and I sucked on his fingers like they were
his cock. Then Doug wrapped his arms around my chest and pulled me upright
onto my knees. I could feel his cock probing at a different angle now as
he thrust up into me. I ran my hands over his arms, then down my sides and
behind me. I grabbed his ass cheeks for a second, feeling the powerful
muscles which were driving his cock into me before he ordered me to stop.
I turned a bit when he forced me to the side and I could see our reflection
in the mirror on the closet door. There I was, on my knees, the blond stud
pressed up against my back with his arms around my chest and his hips
thrusting his cock into me. All of my muscles stood out as my body tensed
with the force of taking his cock. All the time I had spent in the gym,
working out, making myself look good was now for the benefit of giving
pleasure to this dominant teenage male. Doug let me fall forward and I was
back on my hands and knees.
Doug's hands slid under my chest, finding my nipples and pinching
them. He squeezed them harder and harder. I moaned now in a mix of pain
and pleasure. The feelings from my ass as he fucked me were incredible
now. I was in ecstasy. This straight boy had put me on my own bed,
mounted me, taken my cherry and was making me love it. I knew that there
was only one step left to complete my submission to him. He was not long
in demanding it.
'Come on, pussyboy. Tell me how much you love what I am doing to you!
Tell me what I am doing to you, faggot, and tell me how much you love it.'
'Oh god, Doug! I love it! You are fucking me up the ass and I love
it. Fuck me! Fuck me harder Doug. Please! Please fuck me harder up the
ass!'
'I'm fucking your pussy, bitch. Get that straight. I am a man and I
fuck pussy. I took your cherry and made your hole into a pussy. Now I am
gonna fill you with my seed, just like I would any other pussy. Oh yeah!
Gonna cum deep up inside you baby! Gonna cum real soon!'
'Oh god, Doug. I am gonna cum too. I'm about ready to shoot my cum.
Oh shit. Your fucking me is gonna make me shoot my wad.'
'Catch it in your hand, bitch. I want you to catch your fucking
faggot load in your hand!'
I felt his cock throbbing in my ass and his roar of pleasure confirmed
that he was filling my guts with his cum. The force of his thrusting
brought me to the edge and with a loud moan, I began to cum. As Doug
emptied his balls into my body, I emptied mine into my cupped hand. Doug's
rough fucking continued through his orgasm, then he collapsed onto me.
This drove his cock deep into me one last time. He lay on top of me, two
fingers sliding into my mouth as I held us up with just one arm. My other
hand full of my own hot load. I felt his dick begin to soften. After a
few moments, Doug lifted himself up and his dick slid from my abused ass.
He knelt back and told me to turn around. I slid around on the bed to face
him. I was blushing, I knew, as I looked at Doug again. He was covered in
sweat and breathing heavily still. The rush I had been feeling as he took
my virginity and made me submit to him had dissipated when I had cum. Now
I was just feeling embarrassed. But Doug's domination had not ended when
he pulled his cock out of me. He reached forward and grabbed my right
wrist. He forced my hand, covered with my own cum, to my face.
'Lick it up, bitch.' he ordered. I looked at him, hoping he was
kidding, but the look in his eye told me he wasn't. I obeyed and licked my
own cum from my hand as he watched. His face broke into a smile as he saw
the power he had over me. I cleaned my hand completely then reached back
and felt my hole. It was stretched feeling and Doug's cum was everywhere.
'Now you've got me in both ends, Clay. And now I own your cherries,
both mouth and pussy. I took them from ya and every time you look at me,
you're gonna remember that I was the first man to fuck you, to make you his
bitch.' He walked back into the bathroom and I heard the shower start. I
climbed off the bed and followed him in. I needed to clean up too. In the
shower, Doug was not at all shy. He gave me every view of his body that I
wanted, showing off. I watched for a few minutes working up my courage.
'Doug, will you fuck me again. Please?'
Doug looked at me and laughed. 'I'm gonna fuck you, mouth and ass,
ten times before the guys get back Sunday. When my chicks are back, I'm
gonna be fucking them. But I will always want some of your ass when there
aren't any girls available. And don't worry, I know that the other guys
will be more than happy to keep you full of cum when I am busy once I tell
them about your talents. But before that you gotta earn the right.'
'What do I have to do?'
'Just what you begged me to let you do earlier, before I showed you
what a pussy you are. Suck my dick.' He pushed me to my knees under the
cascading water.
Doug was true to his word. We spent the weekend with me taking his
cock in every position he could think of. When the guys came back, one by
one he let them in on the secret and I took all of their cocks within the
next two months. But for the most part I only got Doug's dick when none of
his current chicks were around or he was between girlfriends. There were
certain times when he just wanted to dominate me, show his power over
another male, and those were some I enjoyed the most. But I got a lot of
action from my suite mates and my roommate in the meantime. Still, every
time I looked at Doug, I remembered the feeling of his cock ramming into me
that first time and busting my cherry open. I would see him walking to
class or out at a bar and the thought of his first penetration would flash
through my mind and make my cock stir. He made me his bitch and showed me
how much I needed to be fucked by a real man.
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