Gym Showers

I'm so glad I set up the camera for our first time! 

John and I had met in the showers of the local gym. That's where I got my first look at his gigantic cock and phenomenal body, and he got his first look at my chastity cage and ass. 

It was clear from the start that I wanted him and he was... intrigued by me. After we were both cleaned and getting dressed I could still see him glancing over at me. I could tell he had some questions but didn't want to be rude or overstep, so I made things easy for him and made the first move. 

I walked up to him and asked if he wanted to go back to my place and have a chat. He seemed nervous at first but agreed to join me. 

Once we were at my apartment I stripped down to just my cage as I always do when I get home. As I shed my clothes I explained to him that I don't believe chastity gurls like myself should ever wear clothes at home. I welcomed him to get as naked as he wanted as well, and after a few moments of thought he decided to remove everything but his socks and his watch. 

He had a lot of questions. What is that thing on your dick? 

A chastity cage, it stops me from getting hard or cumming. 

Why do you wear it?

Because I'm a chastity gurl and I don't deserve erections or orgasms. 

What are you into? 

I'll do whatever al man wants but I prefer to be owned. 

He took everything in stride and I had fun watching his cock get harder and harder as our conversation went on. He was surprised to learn that I wore the cage by choice, and didn't have a Daddy who locked it on me. 

It was time for the big question: did he want to fuck me?

He said yes but only if I'd wear a jockstrap, he didn't want to see the cage while he was fucking me. 

I agreed, put on my jockstrap and we got ready. He wasn't sure about the camera but I managed to get him on board. And thank god I did, look at that footage!

You could tell by the look on his face that he didn't expect to have such a good time hammering my pussy. He even called it HIS pussy!

By the time we were done, both of us were covered in sweat and he'd said things he never imagined himself saying to anyone! 

I had a feeling I'd awakened something in him and my suspicions were confirmed when he asked if we could keep hooking up. I agreed and for the next few months we fucked whenever we could. Every time he used me he got a little more comfortable and enthusiastic about dominating me, until about 4 months in he asked to be my key holder. 

As time went on he's gone from a stranger, to a fuck buddy, to my key holder, to my dominant Daddy 

Thank god for those gym showers!

Will He Be In The Mood Again?

“God damn” Darren thought as he looked down at his thick, massive cock; “I can’t believe I fuck my own son with this big dick.”  He sighed as his cock twitched slightly as he thought about how good his slender, small statured 18 year old son’s pussy had felt the night before. 

His son’s voice echoed in his ear saying “Don’t stop fucking me Dad. I want you to bred my pussy just like last time.”  It had started innocently enough a few weeks ago, with just some playful teasing and innuendos, until one evening Darren finally just got up the nerve to ask his gay son if he wanted a chance to see how good sex was with an older guy. Nervous at first, the boy quickly learned how to enjoy his dad’s sexual affection, and was not shy about asking for it anymore. “Fuck, I hope he’s in the mood when he gets home later.” Thought Darren. 

What Darren hadn't figured out yet was his son's mentality about the sex they were having. Darren was more than a plain ole bottom boy. He was a pussy boy, submissive bitch-boi that new his father had cunted him and knew he had to be of service to him every way he could including being HIS pussy when ever and where ever his father asked as well as often as he wanted. Darren would have been thrilled if his father fucked him three to four times a day.

Now that Darren's pussy had been cunted it was constantly hungry. Thank god for his pussy plug he bought months ago. But it wasn't satisfying the need anymore that a good fucking did. Maybe he needed a bigger plug. Maybe ask his father if he'd fuck him more often.

What Had He Done

It's too late. He has taken your virgin ass and shot his seed deep inside you. His DNA is now in the process of taking over and you can feel your manhood slipping away. Regretting what you have done will change nothing. You are now a cum dump and will service him as ordered.

Wracked with guilt, Robby rubbed his forehead in shock for what he had done. He couldn’t believe he actually just had sex with the man sleeping soundly in the next room. His own father. His hairy & muscular dad. He actually had the cock of the man who gave him life inside his new pussy and could still feel his dad’s load of cum inside his sore cunt.

 “Fuck, what am I gonna do?” Robby though to himself.

 After a few minutes he began thinking about how good sex with his dad had felt, and how much he enjoyed making love to the man he knew so well. “Well, fuck it” Robby finally thought to himself. “I love him and I don’t give a fuck who knows; I’m gonna keep fucking my dad as long as we want.”  Robby got up naked and walked into the dark bedroom where his stepdad was snoring sound asleep. He climbed into the bed and snuggled up close to the sleeping man; his ass tight against his crotch. Robby rubbed his dad’s flat furry belly and gently tweaked his nipples. He reached down and caressed the older man’s ample cock and balls. He gently kissed his dad’s lips and whispered. “I love you, Daddy.”  Softly snoring, the older man muttered “Love you too baby boy.” And gently wrapped his arms around his son. The two slept that way til morning when Robby woke to his father fucking him again.

"Wakey, wakey baby boi. It's pussy time. Daddy's got more baby batter for that hungry pussy of yours."

Coach

Jimmy was stunned to see who his next client turned out to be: Mr. Sharpe, his high school algebra teacher.

"Well, now," Mr. Sharpe smirked. "This is certainly a nice surprise. I was looking to recharge with a nice piece of ass after grading midterms and shit. Never dreamed I'd run into you of all people. Though then again, it's not entirely a surprise to find you working here. I did warn you about the importance of applying yourself, didn't I? Should have listened to me, Jimmy."

He did warn me; why the fuck didn't I listen! Jimmy asked himself. Jimmy never wanted to be working here, in the most notorious brothel in town. He figured he'd end up going to college on a sports scholarship, major in English or some shit, and just play shit by ear. He didn't count on blowing out his knee in his last semester of high school, which killed his chances of playing at college and any hope of a sports scholarship along with it. He'd never taken his studies seriously, so no other scholarships would be coming his way (everyone jokes about there being money for being left-handed, but it's only like fifty bucks, and in any event Jimmy was a righty anyway). And his parents had made clear that he was on his own the day he turned 18. His relationship with them was always strained. Forget about paying for college or cosigning his student loans, they wouldn't even keep letting him live with them once he was legally an adult.

So that left Jimmy with no college prospects, no money, no credit, and no place to stay. His only option was to try and find a job and somehow keep himself fed and housed while he figured out what to do with his life. But no one really wants to hire a high school graduate with lackluster grades, and the ones who did wouldn't pay enough for him to make rent. 

No one except Bert, the proprietor of the Silk Strap, the only brothel in town that catered to clients (no matter how they identified) seeking to fuck guys. Bert liked what he saw from the moment Jimmy showed up, nervously asking if he had any need for someone to clean or serve drinks or something. With that face and that bubble butt, Bert thought, it'd be a waste to let this kid scrub toilets and mix cocktails. He told Jimmy as much, and told him that if he came to work as one of Bert's boys, he could easily make twice as much as any of the other shitty prospects that Jimmy had looked into, and to sweeten the deal, Bert offered to throw in room and board, too.

Jimmy didn't want to be a whore. He didn't. But Bert's offer was way too good to pass up, and he didn't have any better options. For once in his life he seized the opportunity presented to him. Which is how he now found himself naked in front of his old math teacher.

"So, like, should we just talk then?" Jimmy suggested. "This is all awkward enough, I don't want to make it any weirder than it already is."

"Fuck no, I don't want to 'just talk,'" Mr. Sharpe scoffed. "I want what I paid for: a night with the finest piece of ass ever to grace my classroom."

"But ... that's fucked up!" Jimmy protested. "You're my teacher! I'm your student!"

"Were my student," Mr. Sharpe corrected. "You were my student. But you're not anymore. Now, you're just a fucking boy-whore. And tonight, you're all mine, because I paid for you. So stop whining and do your fucking job, before I tell Bert and demand my money back."

Seeing no other choice, Jimmy resignedly began removing Mr. Sharpe's clothes. His eyes widened when the man's cock came into view. Based on how he filled out those khaki pants he tended to favor for work, Jimmy always suspected that Mr. Sharpe was well hung. But he just had no idea. His cock was at already least 8.5 inches long, heavily veined, and as thick as a cucumber. And still growing. 

"Like what you see, slut?" Mr. Sharpe taunted. "Just wait till you feel what it's gonna do to that pussy. Now get on the bed on your knees, bitch, I want you from behind. No need for foreplay shit, I've been nearly rock hard since I walked through that door." Jimmy did as he was told, arching his back as he knew his clients liked, while Mr. Sharpe lubed up his dick and Jimmy's hole using the dispenser sitting on the dresser. He joined Jimmy on the bed and, with basically no preliminaries and without ever stopping, slowly inserted his massive member to the hilt in Jimmy's still tight pussy.

"OH FUUUUUUCK!" Jimmy cried as Mr. Sharpe began the fuck in earnest. Jimmy had pretty much succeeded in learning to enjoy (or at least not mind) taking cock since he began working at the Strap. Even though he had always thought of himself as straight, it was basically an occupational necessity. But this was different. Mr. Sharpe not only had the tool, he had technique, seeking out Jimmy's joy buzzer with laser focus and striking it every time he rammed his big dick home.

"Fuck yeah, boy," Mr. Sharpe cooed, "this pussy's even better than I dreamed it would be. And you'd better believe that I've been dreaming of it--of doing exactly this to it--ever since you arrived in my class. Every time you dragged your jock ass up to the whiteboard, every time you turned your back to me as you left for your next class, I thought of how good it would feel to plow this pussy. And now I can: anytime I want, for the right price. Pretty sure I'll be a regular client of yours from here on out, whore."

"Y'know," he mused, "I really should bring along Coach Watkins next time." Jimmy immediately tensed around Mr. Sharpe's cock and turned back to meet Mr. Sharpe's cruel smirk with a horrified look. "I'm sure your old coach would be eager to see you again and catch up about what you've been up to since."

AGGRESSION

Today's post is all about aggression. I wanted to do this theme today because it seemed to fit the overall theme all week here. I also wanted to share some famous quotes that I personally enjoy about aggression:

Men must be aggressive for what is right... Robert M. La Follette, Sr.

I want to state categorically that force will be met with force and aggression... Lal Bahadur Shastri

You can play hard. You can play aggressive. You can give 120% but if one guy is out of position then someone is running... Bill Belichick

In the land of "I know," there is always competitiveness, jealousy, pretense, pride and arrogance. It is an aggressive realm - the realm of the ego. I say refuse citizenship. In the land of "I don't know," the inhabitants move without conflict and are naturally quiet, happy and peaceful. The wise stay here... Mooji

We are only just beginning to understand the power of love because we are just beginning to understand the weakness of force and aggression... B.F. Skinner 

Drive is considered aggression today; I knew it then as purpose... Bette Davis

In my opinion, there is a big difference between FORCE and aggression. Force is just that, and in my thinking, it is not necessarily you want to do all the way to and including rape and even beyond; and while "rape scenes" seem predominant in gay erotica from novels to gay porn films, chile, it ain't cute. Speaking as a rape victim from a Hate Crime situation now thirty-four years later, there are still, even today, moments where it floods my dreams and I wake in a cold sweat, sick to my stomach.

Aggression on the other hand, just my opinion, can be and should be consensual--- and yes up to, and once again including rape. But for the post today, I really want to focus on consensual and participatory.

Aggression can be as simple as verbal-- the something spoken, or the way someone looks at you; most of us know that look because our mothers gave it to us. To tied up, tied down, spanking, a slap, spitting--- you name it and it could more than likely fit.

The key is I feel is open, honest dialogue one what each other expects, needs and wants; as well as what they won't put up with or tolerate. We all have our limits. But we also have room to explore, fantasize and even delve into. There is always room for growth.