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Fit, not Flirty, Masochist

I am lightly used, fit masochistic bare bottom shaved from face to feet. My darkest desire is to be barebacked by multiple men and for them to fill my mouth with their spit, snot and cum as they twist my nipples and hit and kick my one remaining ball as they squirt their spit, snot and cum down my subincised urethra. I'm not a submissive personality but I am a masochist and like to be topped.

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Sex Preferences

Use condomsNo, Bareback only
I'm aTwink
DemeanorMasculine
OutStill in the closet
HIV StatusNegative

Public Sex preferences

Favorite public sex places:Never tried

Appearance

EthnicityCaucasian / White
National heritageAmerican
BuildA few extra pounds
Height183 cm
Eye ColorBrown
Hair ColorGrey
Hair LengthShort
Facial HairShaved
Best featureButt
Body ArtOther
Health ConditionNo problems
Endowment (length)Average
Endowment (width)Average
CircumcisedYes
My AttractivenessAverage

Education & Employment

EducationUniversity Bachelors
SpecialtyAdministrative / Management
Employment StatusFull-time

Looking For

My perfect matchSadistic but caring top
Our first dateHis cock in my ass.

BDSM Preferences

I'm turned on byA combination of all, Sadism / Masochism (S&M), Bondage / Discipline (B&D), Domination / Submission (D&S)
My role isMasochist
I am seekingA master
I live the lifestyleEvery once in a while
Experience levelIntermediate
I enjoyBondage, Breast / nipple torture, CBT (cock & ball torture), Defilement, Depilation / shaving, Electro torture, Enemas / douching / klismaphilia, Fisting, Food play, Genital torture, Hot wax, Kidnapping, Needle play, Physical humiliation, Piercing, Sensory deprivation, Spanking, Whipping
Open To Photos & VideosDepends on the partner
My most pleasurable encounter wasHe shackled my wrists, put clamps on my nipples, which he twisted painfully, taking pleasure as I whimpered, grabbed, pulled, squeezed and twisted my balls, and then after fucking me bareback he jerked me off while stroking my prostate. As he lifted me up

Fetishes

FetishesMedical / Enema, Other

Sexual Activities

I enjoy sex:Rarely, so I'm looking!
Sex isAlways on my mind
Most partners at once:Group sex with swapping
Dirty talkTurns me on
Night life:Don't like going out

Sexual Interests

CybersexI've never tried it
Oral Sex isIt's OK, but I prefer penetration
Anal sex isI love it
Sex toys:Anal beads, Butt plugs/probes, Fruits/veggies, Office supplies
Size matterSometimes, depends on the person
"Off Limits":Depends on the person but I'm pretty open to just about anything.

Sexual Fantasies

Sexual fantasyMy darkest desire is to be barebacked by multiple men and for them to fill my mouth with their spit, snot and cum as they twist my nipples and hit and kick my one remaining ball as they squirt their spit, snot and cum down my subincised urethra. In the context of a fantasy abduction, a **** scene would be even better.


The first time I was molested was age 6 when a neighborhood bully forced me to strip for him in the woods. A few years later several neighborhood bullies took to forcing me to strip and run through the woods naked while they chased after me with switches taunting me as they whipped my ass. By middle school, some of the guys would strip me naked during PE and then I would have to run naked across the field after them to retrieve my gym shorts, jock strap and t-shirt. I felt both humiliated and yet my erection exposed how turned on I was.


Many years later, I was accosted at my door and forced at gunpoint to submit to degrading acts and sodomy by some guys and a woman who hated me for my views. The most humiliating part was that I loved it as was obvious from my erection. Ever since I've wished I could relive the experience. Not too many years after that I made a connection with a wonderful sadistic top but I had testicular cancer and thought I didn't have long to live and before we could really start to play I got too sick and weak to continue. Surgery took care of the cancer but I haven't seen or heard from him since.


Since then I've enjoyed submitting to a few gay fucks, but none of them were sadists and but for them I have led a vanilla life. Which is how I ended up here, frustrated and nervous and yet hoping to make connections with men who will fuck my ass and mouth while subjecting my body to degrading acts.


What follows is not a story about things I have done, but things I would like to submit to. This is too rough for most but it's what I fantasize about having done to me, not what I would actively try to do, only what I desire.


...


It got dark so early this time of year that it was dusk by the time I got to the park, but there was still time for a brisk walk, I thought. Inside the park, however, it was a lot darker than I expected and before long I had to pick my way carefully to avoid tripping. To make matters worse it started to rain and by the time I made the circuit and was approaching the trail head it was completely dark. In the rain I didn't hear the man behind me.


Living next to the freeway had many disadvantages, but one of the few perks was being able to walk across an overpass and cut through the park, come out on the other side and cut back over for the walk home. It often rains this time of year and for the pleasure of it I like to go just before dusk wearing only my running shoes and rain suit. That's how I was dressed now and climbing up the trail my semi-rigid cock rubbing against the rough fabric.


As I rounded the ridge and came out to the parking area I saw a car parked there. Nervously I hesitated but seeing nobody I started to walk past it when a voice stopped me. “Excuse me,” a man with a deep, gravelly voice said.


“Yes?” I said, turning around. A foot connected with my groin driving pain through my ball and with a gasp I fell. Behind me I heard the trunk of the car pop open and I felt strong hands grab my wrists and something slip over and bind them tightly together.


I started to recover from the blow and struggled to my feet when a taser stabbed against my groin and buzzed. I don't remember if I cried out but the next thing I knew a gag was thrust into my mouth just before my assailant shoved me over into the trunk of his car and I was plunged into darkness. A moment later I felt him bounce into the car, the engine roared to life and we were on the road.


Counting Mississippis, I knew that even though it felt like hours it was only about 20 minutes before the trip came to an end. A garage door slid open, we jounced to a stop and all grew quiet for a moment. Then I felt him get out of the car and heard the same gravelly voice above me outside the trunk.


"I'm going to open the trunk," he said, "but before I do I want you roll face down and place both feet flat against the left side of the fender." This guy is nuts, I thought, I'll rush him the instant the door opens. "If you don't comply," he continued, "you'll regret it. I'm going to step back so you can't reach me and if you try anything I'll be ready with a baseball bat and when I'm done with your testicles they'll be bigger than tennis balls and you'll walk bow legged for a month." On second thought, perhaps I had better cooperate and wait for a better time. "Now roll over, put your feet flat against the left fender and tap with your toes so I know that you're done."


Rolling over on my stomach I placed my feet against the inside of the fender and tapped."


"That's the right fender," he said, "that's going to cost you."


Unsure what he meant by that I twisted and rolled around, planted my feet against the opposite side and tapped.


The trunk popped open. Out of the side of my left eye I saw a light on the ceiling above me and then a figure loomed. A hand grabbed my feet and quickly shackled both ankles. Next he slipped a blindfold over my head and the light was blotted out. "Okay," he said, help me get you out of the trunk. I hadn't expected the shackles. Even though the chain was long enough that I could walk they severely limited the range of movement. I wasn't going to be able to fight trussed up like this.


With a grunt I levered up and half fell half stumbled from the trunk. Slamming the trunk lid shut he grabbed me by the hair and I felt then heard scissors slicing through my rain suit. "You won't need these," he explained and then laughed, "Nothing on underneath! You keep your pubic hair trimmed too! And what's this?" A hand grabbed my crotch. "You've got only one ball? Very interesting."


Yanking on my single ball he pulled me stumbling behind him naked but for the shackles and my running shoes. "Oh, we forgot your shoes. Kick them off!" While he held tightly onto my testicle I slid my shoes off. "Come with me" he commanded.


A door opened and the cool of the garage was replaced by a pleasant warmth as he took me into the house. Another door opened and I almost fell as he took me down some stairs. "My lab is ready and I plan to have a lot of fun with you," he said, yanking off the blindfold covering my eyes.


It didn't look like a lab but more like a masochistic's dream cum true!


An assortment of whips and crops covered one wall. There were rows of needles ranging from ½ inch to one foot long. Electrical equipment, crosses and more abounded. But for my exposed erection,made more obvious by the fact I keep myself shaved from face to feet, I would have tried to hide my excitement.


The first thing we need to do, he told me, is to discard my foolish maleness.


“Male pride,” I asked?


“Maleness,” he replied.


“Male ego,” I pressed?


He kicked me in the ball and as I collapsed I could feel a sharp jab in my left arm, followed by paralysis.


“That was a paralytic,” he said, somewhat unnecessarily I thought. “There's no use trying to struggle, you'll only get upset,” he added. I tried anyway. When nothing happened, I gave up.


Draping me over one shoulder, he stretched me out on a standing x-cross and tied first one ankle then the other, followed by my wrists and a wide belt around my waist. Once I was secured, he grabbed the 4x4s of the x-cross and suddenly I was lying horizontally as he rotated the X on an axel or something. He pulled a hose with a funnel on one end and a nipple on the other and, forcing it into my mouth, strapped it around my head. This is the source of your sustenance, he said as he spat and then hawked snot into the funnel that drained down into my mouth.


Throughout, I felt somewhat detached thanks to the drugs he had injected into me, but then he took out a long, large knife and, grabbing my testicle, stretched it out and jabbed the tip of the knife into my scrotum impaling it to a block at the junction of the X.


This won't hurt much, he murmured as he struck the end of the knife with a hammer. I could feel the tip drive through the tender flesh. Once it was fast, he grabbed the knife and yanked down hard, slicing open my ball sac.I should have felt alarmed but the drugs damped down my reaction as he applied what I later learned was a battle dressing that stemmed the blood. Once the flow of blood abated, he brought a hinged plastic base and locked it around my ball sac, then spread and stretched the sac and clamped it wide exposing my lone testicle.


“I have some hungry insects,” he told me, “that will relish your manhood.”


Afiixing a mirror so I could see, he brought a transparent plastic cup with a wide tube attached to it and, clamping it onto the base so that it fit around my scrotum. Reaching up, he tipped a bucket of something that squirmed into the shaft, down the tube that was shaped like the letter C and onto my exposed nut. “These are meal worms,” he explained. Standing back to survey his handwork, he laughed as they began to eat away at what was left of my progeny. I should have felt horror but instead felt insatiably horny and my throbbing erection exposed my perversion.


As the worms chewed at my nut taking microscopic bites, he jabbed and secured IV needles into the brachial arteries of both arms. Solutions began dripping down tubes that were at least 6 feet long into my bloodstream from some kind of automated system above me. He explained that he was trying out a new protocol using nanotechnology and hormones to accelerate the sex change process and I was his latest test subject.


“Usually I have to use homeless men, and there are many of them,” he said, “so it was purely by chance that a healthy specimen like you happened to be using the park at the same time I do.” He leered at me.


“Soon, he said, “you will feel a throbbing in your nipples as they begin to grow. But now,” he chuckled, “but now it's time for you to begin earning your keep.


With that, he left. At first, I was confused, but then a fat and very horny man came in and I could feel his thick cock jab through my anus and into my rectum. This was the reason why the tube feeding the hungry meal worms onto my testicle was shaped like a C. The worms continued to attack without obstructing my rapist's access.


As he huffed his way to an orgasm, his drool dribbling on my head and face. Some spattered into the funnel and I could feel it filling my mouth. After he finished, more came. One after another, fucking my ass and filling me with their cum. Some waited and then pissed as well, their piss and cum spilling out onto the floor as they pulled out. Others pulled out and then pissed on my face and into the funnel. Some scratched at my flat male chest and twisted my nipples.


After about 30 I lost count of how many men fucked me and came in my ass before the day ended. The worst of it was that I loved every moment. Even the meal worms gnawing on my testicle and the hormones causing my nipples to be sensitive. But even when the last of the men who paid to fuck my ass left, the worms were still hungrily consuming my testicle. How long would it endure, I wondered?


Before too long, the man I now considered to be some sort of mad scientist came down, removed the tube of meal worms, shook my scrotum to remove some that were clinging to my oozing testicle, which, I noticed, was at least half the size it had been before, and then I could feel a gush of warm liquid forcing its way through the nipple into my mouth, following which I felt an overwhelming drowsiness and fell into a deep sleep.


Some time later, I could not tell how long I had been sleeping, I woke up with a need to urinate. Seeing no alternative, I let go and felt my piss bathing my exposed testicle. As time passed I could feel the sex change solution working. My nipples were throbbing as they grew larger, matching the puffy swelling of my nascent breasts. My cock hung limply above my exposed testicle and vaguely I wondered if it might get infected.


Just as I was nodding off to sleep, the light came on and I heard the basement door clang open. He came walking down the stairs carrying a small bottle of something.


“You're awake! Good,” he said as he took a short hose and rinsed my crotch. “This morning we have something special,” he said, as he once more opened the trap door that released a cascade of small meal worms onto my half-eaten testicle. Checking to see that the worms were doing their job, he reached up and released a catch, opening a hatch that hid a video camera.


“A wealthy patron has requested something special,” he said as he sprayed something on my asshole, “before we pimp out your ass to the low rent zombies.”


With that, he went back upstairs and before long I heard a sound like a door sliding open and then a great dane dog came in. I could see his cock grow to a horrifying size as he sniffed my ass and I realized the bottle must have contained the scent of a bitch in heat.


Rearing up and scratching my torso, chest and nipples with his paws, he began to frantically jab at my ass with his engorged cock. Soon, he found the sweet spot and buried his massive cock deep into my bowels and began fucking me frantically. I think my eyes probably rolled back as he hammered my prostate when I could feel his knot swelling and hot cum filling my ass. I couldn't help but moan and to my embarrassed astonishment, soon I was cuming too.


I could feel my cheeks burning as the great dane's cock finally popped free and he left. As I remained draped with dog spunk dripping down my legs another fat, naked man came in and was soon pounding my ass with his cock as the meal worms gradually ate my testicle. One after another they came and fucked me in the ass while my nipples tingled and grew along with the ever more prominent puffy breasts I was now sporting.


The hours passed and my mad scientist captor finally came back to announce that I had been fucked by more than 100 men and that was enough for the day. He inspected my nut and noted that it was almost gone.


“Another day,” he smiled, “and you will be my number one sissy whore as I remake you into a woman.”


He took the funnel that had filled my mouth with the piss, spit, snot and cum of by now hundreds men and gently poured something vaguely resembling milk down my throat. Hawking deeply, he spat into the mixture as I sucked it down. “I don't want you to be bored,” he said, “so I've arranged for you to be entertained.” I felt something cool as he sprayed a fine mist on my asshole. Then, turning, just beofre he left the room and turned off the light, he flicked a switch.


An electric motor hummed to life and I felt what had to be a dildo press against my anus. It felt huge and soon plunged through my sphincter muscle and was rapidly pounding my prostate. Before long, I was moaning with pleasure and, unconsciously, when something pressed against my lips I opened my mouth and sucked.


The following morning I awoke with a start to the spray of cold water. “You're getting ripe,” he laughed as he paid special attention to my cock and ass. When he was done, he toweled me quickly and dropped more meal worms onto my shrinking nut.


“No customers for you, today,” he said, replacing the almost empty IV bags with new ones. “Your tits are coming in nicely,” he said, stroking them. “They already stick out a few inches and at this rate you might even become a C-cup.”


Shockingly, the stroking of my budding breasts made me shudder with pleasure. But almost immediately my eyelids began to droop and just before I fell into a deep and dreamless sleep, I realized that one of the IV bags must be putting me to sleep.


Hours later I awoke to a great pain. Screaming, my eyes opened and I saw a hideous face above my frightened eyes, it's drool spilling down onto my face and into my mouth. This should have disgusted me but the spit bathing my face and filling my mouth burned like liquor filling my body with heat and lust. Unconsciously, my tongue thrust out to capture every drop and I moaned with lust and desire.


At first I thought the face above me belonged to a dog. *********** never appealed to me. Not really. I had some fantasies about being fucked by dogs, but doesn't everybody? It took a few moments for me to realize that the weight pressing down on me belonged to a great bull of a man. And judging from the pain in my ass, his cock must be enormous. As were the hands that dug into my growing breasts and twisted my nipples. Appallingly, I began to cum. Not the way men cum, although there was that, too, but one that ran from my ass to my nipples and back. As the old saying goes, I moaned like a whore.


But that was nothing to when he began to cum. Thrusting so deeply that his cock penetrated my second rectal sphincter, his face contorted into a demonic visage, drool pouring from his mouth onto my face and into my mouth, he roared as he pumped such a massive load into my distended hole that my lower belly briefly bulged before his spunk rushed deep into my ass filling me with his hot cum.


Spent, he collapsed, his head lolling onto the funnel feeding my mouth, his putrid breath making me gag as his copious spit filled my mouth, which I had no choice but to swallow. Despite the stench my cock stirred as I hungrily swallowed his saliva.



Behind the wish to be blackmailed or raped is the desire to be forced to submit to our darkest fantasies. Force alleviates responsibility. Mine is to be turned into an “unwilling” whore while being converted into a shemale who is fucked in every hole and forced to submit to even more abuse than Elise Graves did in her public disgrace video. To be fucked by many while others spit, piss and hawk snot on my face, in my mouth and in my ass. On my own, I could never do that. But I can dream of a day when some kind hearted sadist turns my darkest desires into perverted dreams cum true.
Fantasy locationAt a park, Dark alley, Bleachers of a stadium, Hotel/motel, Swimming pool, Movie theatre, On the beach, Public bathroom
Fantasy sex partner:A gang of gay sadists.

Spanking Preferences

Kind of spanking:Dominant / Submissive Spanking
Role:I prefer being spanked
Use safety words:Never
Turns me on:I'm always in the mood
Include sex and orgasm:Always
Positions:Over a chair / bed / desk, Lying on back with legs raised towards chest, Tied to something outside in a safe area
Implement:Hand, Cane, Riding Crop, Switch (rod), Rulers / Martinet, Belt
Pain level:Heavy Marks