The Hike
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Posted:Jul 22, 2022 6:29 pm
Last Updated:Jan 7, 2024 3:41 am 3161 Views
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Hi folks, I wrote this a little while ago for someone special. Thought I'd share it with you all save it going to waste on my hard drive. Enjoy.
You decide to drag me out on a hike. Fresh air you say is good for the soul. I’m ornery. I’d much rather be at home online gaming, watching Netflix hell even cleaning anything is better than this. You know I’m not the outdoor type. I grumble and bitch most of the way.
You’ve had enough and decide it’s time for an attitude adjustment. Unexpectedly you grab me, lead me off the path, and make me stand against a tree. I begin to protest but you swiftly pull down my trousers and start to spank my ample arse - hard. One strong hand slapping my arse the other giving me an atomic wedgie. I whimper but know better than to complain. You mean business today.
After getting both my cheeks nice and red you start start to finger my pussy. Smirking when you feel how soaked you made me. You hold your drenched fingers up to my lips and I lick them clean.
You snap your fingers and I immediately turn around and kneel in front of you as trained to do. I wait, eyes bowed and I can feel you studying me. Then I hear you unzip your trousers. You lift my face up and I take your tip in my mouth. I start to suckle just the tip looking up at you. My tongue swirling around your head as my hands reach up to caress and massage your balls. You groan and that’s my cue to take more of your shaft in my mouth. You start to gently thrust into my mouth and I do my best to take you in, but you're thick and I struggle gagging and tearing up.
Suddenly you pull out, raising me up you put me back against the tree. You tell me to hold my cheeks apart. I hesitate realising what you plan to do. You administer Several quick sharp spanks on my arse and I quickly pull my cheeks apart for you. You stand there watching me. I feel exposed and humiliated. You know it and relish it.
Finally you reach for me. Your fingers back in my sex you drag my juices to lubricant my arsehole. First violating me with one finger then two all whilst pulling my thick black curly hair back and nibbling at the base of my neck. I bite my lip to contain my moans.
You place the tip of your cock at my entrance and I immediately tense up. You say nothing but wait patiently for me to relax. Then you gently push your tip in, just the tip and wait a moment, savouring the sensation of my tight sphincter gripping your crown. Calmly and unhurriedly you push the rest of your shaft all the way in. Again you remain still to savour the sensation of having me speared on your cock. I can’t help but moan with pleasure enjoying the fullness of you in me. You begin to gently thrust. Slow, delicious little movements allowing me to accommodate your girth. I can’t help but start to push back on your cock. Your thrusts become bolder and deeper. The forest has silenced, only the sounds of our fornicating fill the air. It’s as if the world has stopped and only we exist in it.
Our motions intensify, bodies slapping against each other. Who is moaning. Who is grunting? Does it matter? I feel your cock throb and my body spasm. As you release in me you bite down on my shoulder and I gasp. I am overwhelmed as I feel the beast in you is freed by the darkness in me.
We’re both panting but you don’t pull out immediately. Instead you hold me tight our heart beats gradually calming down. Eventually you pull away. You pull my trousers back up, turn me around and ask me if I will behave now.
I humbly reply “Yes Daddy”.
You hug me, kiss my forehead, take my hand and lead me happily away.
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The Matriarchy
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Posted:Jul 19, 2022 12:57 am
Last Updated:Jan 2, 2023 2:13 am 3337 Views
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intro: Shooting the breeze with a friend from ALT (SkaSzy) the other day just chit chatting about general stuff, somehow the topic of castration came up and we came up with this scenario. Thought some of you sick puppies out there would like to read it as well.
In the not too distant future The Matriarchy is in charge. A counsel of very unattractive women, of retirement age, have declared that males no longer have autonomy over their bodies (sound familiar?). Males are stripped of their human rights and are treated pretty much like cattle or sheep now. If they don’t have an owner they are kept in pens on government lots and used as slave labor.
Although not compulsory it is heavily encouraged that owners get their male (or males) castrated. It's the socially responsible thing to do after all. There are posters and advertisements everywhere spruiking the benefits of castrating your male. The Matriarchy claims that and I quote..
" Castration gives you all the calming benefits of a lobotomy with the added bonus of population control.”
As a result, castrating clinics have popped up everywhere. Kind of like Starbucks really, only more fun.
Your Mistress tells you that she is taking you for a nice walk to get some fresh air and much needed exercise. You are sitting in the back seat eager to get to the man park. It’s been a long time since she has let you out of your cage.
Hold on? This isn’t the direction of the park. You think.
The car pulls up outside this huge ominous gothic building. Instinctively you sense something is wrong. Your Mistress comes around and grabs your lead but you pull back unwilling to get out of the car. Out of nowhere two burly female nurses rush over and before you know it their strong muscular hands have yanked you out of the car. You begin to protest but one of them quickly smothers your mouth with a rag with some strange smelling substance. You struggle and panic thinking "is that…?” but you pass out before being able to finish your thought.
Slowly as you awake you realise you cannot move. You're naked, limbs secured, legs in stirrups seated in a black vinyl padded chair. You start to object but realise a rubber gag has been placed securely in your mouth. From your vantage point you to strain to look around the room. You see a trolley next to you with surgical equipment on it. You gulp. You know what’s in store for you. The room is cold but that’s not why your body begins to tremble.
You hear footsteps.
She steps back from the light, and finally you see her. She’s not tall, about 5’4, with dark curly hair down to her shoulders, and dark eyes. She shrugs off her white lab coat, revealing a black satin bra holding in a voluminous D cup. She turns her back to you, you see light shine from her black lycra leggings. The doctor hangs a thin black leather apron around her neck, and ties it off at the back.
She steps turns and forward, reaching for a nearby metal table, picking up a pair of white latex gloves. You can smell the scent of rubber, as she fits her fingers in, and adjusts with a snap and a wink. Smiling gleefully the Doctor looms over you and strokes your hair.
You notice in her hands she is holding a rusty serrated bread knife covered in blood and your eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets.
“Oh don’t worry my dear. Your kind Mistress has paid extra for the medical package, less fun for me though, oh well. This is just for cheapskates out there.You won’t feel a thing, trust me I’m a professional”.
She puts the bread knife down and pulls an alcohol wipe from an industrial sized tub, and you feel the cold liquid wipe across your thighs, groin and testes. Just for good measure, she slides it over your cock. Although it’s not an intimate gesture, it’s purely a practical one. The drop sheet beneath soaks up any excess fluid.
As the scent of antiseptic fades, she reaches for the table again, this time picking up a syringe. You can see the milky white fluid inside. You wince, trying to instinctively pull away. But the straps have you, and then her hand has your balls.
“Just a scratch” She says calmly.
She leans in, focusing on your balls. You feel the slightest pinch, and then a cold sensation as she plunges the fluid into your left testicle. She pauses, then another scratch in the right. The cold sensation again, and she pulls back.
You see her smile. “There, that wasn’t so bad was it?”
You try to speak, but the rubber gag muffles your words.
“Well just give that a few moments. We don’t want to start cutting before the local takes effect, do we?”
You nod and see her reach down, massaging your balls. Despite your best efforts you see the beginnings of an erection.
“Oh don’t worry about that, it happens from time to time. We get the odd masochist in here”. She chuckles.
She you watch her, you notice that there are flecks of blood across her apron. It occurs to you that you’re not her first this morning, and probably won’t be the last.
You look down, seeing your erection has grown further, and she gives your balls a good squeeze.
“Anything? No? Great we can begin”.
She turns back to the table, you see her peel the sterile packaging from a surgical knife, exposing the blade with a flash.
“You’ll just feel a tugging sensation”. She says with a cool grin, as you look down. You feel her hand at your thighs, but mercifully not on your balls.
The doctor makes a simple line across your left ball. You see a well of blood. She cuts again, and you see the skin split, revealing the pink flesh of your sack. Another stroke, and she has the white organ inside exposed. You try to look away, with a whimper and moan, but your head is propped up and strapped into the chair.
“Now, no closing your eyes. That’s cheating”. She says with a chuckle.
You are forced to watch as she squeezes your sack, and with a bloodied pop, your left organ is expelled. You groan, and watch as it dangles by its chord. The doctor brings up a pair of long tweezers, and gripping the chord, giving it a snip with the scalpel.
She holds up the first of her prizes with a triumphant grin. You groan, and shake your head in disbelief. But it’s there, in front of you.
“Just like that”. She smiles, then places the testicle into a specimen jar.
“Normally we’d just give you a cheap plastic bag for that. But you know, this is the silver service”.
She chuckles, and then reaches down again.
You watch as she slits the second testicle open. A few strokes, and it’s exposed. A pop and a swipe of the scalpel, and she holds the second ball aloft.
“See didn’t take long did it?” She displays your second testicle, and you have the sinking feeling that there is no coming back from this.
The doctor’s eyes linger on your empty sack, as if savouring a job well done. She then seals the organ into the specimen in front of you, at eye level.
“Sealed and preserved. Just like she asked.” She nods smiling.
Overwhelmed you pass out from the shock of seeing your ego so expertly removed from your body.
Groggily you come to in the back seat of your Mistress’s car. You hear her humming happily to herself. She notices you awake in the rear vision mirror and she beams at you.
“You were such a good boy today, I’m very pleased”.
Despite the pain in your loins you can’t help but feel proud for pleasing your Mistress. You look down at your lap and notice the specimen jar, a pink ribbon wrapped around it, containing the remnants of your manhood within. They look so small and insignificant to you now. You wondered why you were worried at all about it.
cowritten with SkaSzy and RandomNightmare
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The Big O
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Posted:Mar 19, 2024 4:44 am
Last Updated:Mar 27, 2024 4:10 am 299 Views
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Orgasms for women vary a lot. Some poor females claim to have never experienced them while other lucky souls are multi orgasmic and cum easily. When I was a I could cum through fantasy alone - no touching. Only then I didn’t realise what it was. There’s even breath orgasm did you know about that? Look it up on YTube and no I’m not talking about breath play.
The range of intensity can vary greatly also from small ones that barely register (that are still pleasant none the less) to leg shaking whoppers. I’m going to tell you about the most intense one I’ve ever had simply because I’m bored and figured hey why not post something and also because I STILL remember it even though it happened a couple of decades ago. Oddly enough I’ve never tried to do/chase it again. I’m just grateful to have experienced it, blessed even.
I won’t tell you the how - that’s my secret 🤫 only how it felt.
There’s the build up of course when suddenly it felt like a miniature sun ☀️ imploded in my groin. I felt waves of energy pulsating through my entire body emanating from my sex in both directions to top and bottom. Hot energy pulsating throughout my flesh. If I hadn’t been laying down I probably would have fallen down. Those waves, that energy I’ll never forget.
Then it was like I was floating. I felt the ground move away and it felt like I was not my body anymore but an energetic being (as if I’d connected with my sou). Hovering in space I was no longer confined to this realm. I don’t know how long it lasted - I lost myself. I lost time.
When I recall this I always think of one word and that is -
Cosmic
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I like Mochas
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Posted:Jul 27, 2022 7:59 pm
Last Updated:Feb 12, 2024 3:10 am 2654 Views
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A funny little story I thought I’d share happened in real life a couple of days ago.
The other day someone asked me how I liked my coffee. To which I instantly replied without thinking
“Made by a serf and served on bended knee.”
(Lame I know but sometimes I can’t help what comes out of my mouth)
My friend was silent, contemplating my answer, and then he asked
“Where do you get your coffee from?”
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