Saturday, August 23, 2025
Men's Underwear Popularity
The Brief History of Men's Underwear: From Briefs to Boxers and Back Again
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The Rise of the Brief
For much of the 20th century, the brief was the undisputed king of men's underwear. Before its arrival, men often wore baggy, full-body "union suits" or loose-fitting boxer shorts. The game changed in the 1930s when a new, form-fitting garment was introduced. This new style, the brief, offered a revolutionary combination of support, comfort, and a streamlined silhouette.
Key moments in the brief's ascent:
1935: The "Jockey" brand introduces the first modern brief with a "Y-front" design. This innovation was a game-changer, providing unprecedented support and a more masculine, athletic look.
The Post-War Era: Celebrities and Hollywood icons like Marlon Brando and James Dean popularized the brief, associating it with a new, rugged ideal of masculinity. Briefs became the go-to for men who wanted a snug fit that was both practical and stylish.
The 1970s and 80s: Briefs continued their dominance, becoming available in a wide array of colors and patterns. The era saw the rise of bikini briefs and designer underwear, transforming the garment from a simple necessity into a fashion statement, thanks in part to iconic advertising campaigns.
The Boxer Rebounds
Despite the brief's decades-long reign, a counter-trend began to emerge. Some men started to favor a looser fit, seeking the freedom and breathability of traditional boxer shorts. This shift was driven by a few key factors:
Comfort and Style: Some men found briefs to be too constricting, and the loose, flowing feel of boxers was a welcome change. Boxers also offered a more modest look that some found preferable.
Health Concerns: Beginning in the late 20th century, some studies suggested that the higher temperatures associated with tight-fitting underwear like briefs could potentially impact sperm production. This health-related conversation, while debated, contributed to a growing preference for the looser boxer short.
The Era of the Boxer Brief
The real game-changer, however, was the emergence of the boxer brief in the 1990s. This hybrid style combined the best of both worlds: the full coverage and streamlined look of a boxer with the support and snug fit of a brief.
A "Great Apparel Revolution": The boxer brief was popularized by iconic ad campaigns, most notably by Calvin Klein, which featured sculpted models like Mark Wahlberg. This cemented the boxer brief's place as a symbol of modern, athletic masculinity.
Versatility: The boxer brief quickly became the default for many men, offering a comfortable and supportive option for everything from everyday wear to athletic activities. Its popularity has been so immense that it is often considered the dominant men's underwear style today.
The Underwear of the Future
While boxer briefs remain a top choice, the men's underwear market continues to evolve. New materials, such as moisture-wicking and quick-drying fabrics, have revolutionized comfort and performance.
"Pouch" underwear and other ergonomically designed styles cater to men who prioritize anatomical support and comfort above all else and is on the rise. Will they become popular and/or go to underwear in the near future? Only time will tell.
Ultimately, the trend in men's underwear has moved away from a single dominant style and towards a wider acceptance of personal preference. Whether a man chooses a classic brief, a loose boxer, or a modern boxer brief, the focus is increasingly on individual comfort, style, and function.
Caught In Public Ejaculating
Being Watched
Someone stopped to watch me empty my balls:
After I shot my load, they drove away!
Saturday, August 9, 2025
Internet Cafe
Cyber Cafe
While these are not as popular in the United States as they use to be, they are still somewhat popular in other countries. If you haven't had a chance to visit one of this places, I recommend you find one and visit them before they are gone forever, there is nothing quite like it.
Here are some of the things you could look forward in seeing:
I've been to my fair share of these kinds of places, I'd like to hear about your experiences if you have been and/or tell me if you are planning on going one day. Get in the comments and let me know.
Thursday, August 7, 2025
At Home With My Brother
Anytime our parents were gone my older brother didn't put any pants on. It drove me crazy because he knew I was gay and wasn't out yet to anybody but him. He thought it was funny and said I could look all I want.
Most of the time I followed him around the house, he knew what I was doing, but I couldn't help it. I didn't get to see guys naked in real life often and my brother had a nice ass and great looking dick too.
"You want some?" He asked as he turned around and set down a bottle of vodka. "I think we have OJ."
"Sure," I shrugged, I didn't care for drinking as much as he did but it was fun.
I watched his dick and balls swing back and forth. He kept catching me but he didn't care, he'd just smile and keep doing his thing. My hand was on the front of my shorts rubbing myself slowly. I could feel my pre-cum making my dick wet.
"What are you doing today?" I asked my brother as he made me a drink.
Thursday, July 17, 2025
Choose Your Tool
In virtual reality, there are no limits! Especially when your deepest desires come to life.
Jason and Jill are ready to shake things up. Married, curious, and looking to reconnect, they sign up for an immersive VR Sexperience designed to unleash fantasies with zero consequences. The rules are simple: no names, no judgments, no strings. Just one rule: If it feels good, do it.
But when Jill chooses to enter the simulation as a man (Boomer Banks), she’s not prepared for what she finds. Her partner—strong, hungry, and stunning—isn’t just any stranger. It’s Jason (Damien Stone), in another form… and he’s not looking for her. He’s looking for him.
What begins as a game of seduction quickly becomes something else entirely, as Jason’s avatar gives in to desires of the masculine form he’s never dared to voice out loud. And Jill? She watches—and feels—it all unfold through a new body, and a new understanding of the man she married.
In this world, nothing is off-limits. Not even the truth.
Thursday, July 10, 2025
TOP TURNING EASY BOTTOM
PLANETS ALIGNED FOR A COSMIC CUM DUMP
Best time ever! ✨
First time EVER I was a proper cum dump! 🪣 Believe it or not, I'm actually a TOP, and if I do
bottom, it's definitely NOT for 20 blokes lol. 🅱️ 🅱️ When people message me asking how many
loads I've taken today, I'm just not like that at all. (Not for the want of trying or wanting to be like
that) It's just my bum is very sensitive, so I'm the opposite of a 'power bottom'. I have to be off my
head to even think about it. 🤩
Tuesday, July 8, 2025
Life Long Buddies
The Bro Job
After giving my buddy access to my junk, I closed my eyes and let him do his thing. He wasn't experienced but I definitely wasn't going to complain either. When he suggested us sucking each other off, I Initially dismissed his idea as absurd. However, as I considered its simplicity and my own pressing need, I eventually conceded.
"Dude, less teeth," I coached him as he drooled and slobbered all over my cock.
"It's a lot bigger than I thought it was going to be," he said, pulling off for a moment to talk.
"You're cool dude, it's feeling pretty good," I told him, not wanting him to stop.
He gripped the bottom of my dick in his hand and started jerking me off as his lips were doing a better job covering his teeth and he got used to the whole thing.
"Jesus, that's good, keep doing that," I told him.
He pulled off again to speak. "Tell me when you're going to nut, I don't want it in my mouth," he said.
"I'll think about it," I said, taking deep breaths and enjoying his mouth and hand.
I knew I would be returning the favor but at this point, I didn't care, I needed to get off by an actual person and not by myself. It had been way too long with my only source of pleasure was my hand. Jason was doing me a bigger favor than he realized, But I had to ask myself, would I be okay with him shooting his load in my mouth and I needed to answer that sooner than later because I was getting closer to my orgasm and then I would be sucking his dick right after.
I don't think he was necessarily enjoying it, but he definitely was playing the role. The way he was gripping me and using his mouth was getting me close.
"Okay, I'm almost there," I told him.
"Tell me when you can't hold back," he replied and went wild on my dick.
My legs spread and I began pushing upward, I didn't have much time, that's why I warned him. I took myself to the edge and held back, feeling the orgasm trying to rush out of my body.
"I'm gonna blow, get off!" I warned, there was no holding back anymore.
He sucked for a few more seconds, I couldn't stop it. The first shot went in his mouth before he could pull off. The second across his face as he used his hand to keep stroking me. It felt so fucking good, I was in heaven.
"Damn," he said as he watched my cock spray all over. "Like a fucking fountain."
I felt his lips wrap around my dick again as the last bit of me was emptying. I'm not sure why he was okay with having my cum in his mouth, I'm glad he did. He sucked me as I came down from my high. I was breathing heavily and trying not to sigh and grunt.
After my dick started to soften he sat up and looked at me. Some cum was running down his face and he looked flushed and a little dazed.
"You good?" I asked.
"I'm good, you good?" He replied.
"Great, I needed that," I told him.
He didn't say anything more, he just undid his pants and pulled out his cock. I looked down and saw him leaking already, hard and ready. I wondered if he enjoyed sucking me, he seemed like he must have.
I didn't hesitate, I couldn't, I feared if I did I would back down and I wasn't going to be like that after what he did. I opened my mouth, stuck him in and closed around him. I felt the warmth of his skin first, then I realized I was tasting his pre, sweeter than I expected. I took a deep breath and began to bob up and down immediately, not thinking, I had to just do it.
"Fuck, man," he moaned.
I kept sucking, bringing my hand to hold his dick in place and jerk him off like he had done for me. I didn't hate the feeling, it wasn't a big deal I realized. Who cares, I didn't, I was helping a friend, just like he had done for me.
"I'm not going to last long, I'm almost there," he said.
I felt his hand run through my hair as I kept going, waiting for my signal to get off. It was oddly satisfying to have him holding on, I liked the idea that I was doing well enough to get him off. His pre was leaking like crazy and my spit had coated his whole dick.
"Okay, get off!" He shouted just in time for me to move.
My hand kept moving on his wet dick as I watched him unload all over himself. His hand was still resting on the back of my head. The smell of his and my cum was strong. I felt his dick pulsing as each jet left his body.
"Jesus!" He yelled as he was cumming harder than I had.
I kept going until he was done and my hand was covered. I sat back, not sure what to do or say. But the thing about Garrett was I didn't need to, he always knew how to make things less awkward.
"Here," he said handing me a shirt he had in the back. "Thanks, that was great. I wish more guys would understand how friends can help each other."
"Yeah," I replied, blushing as it all sank in.
"We're good, right?" He asked as we both zipped up.
"Yeah, we're good," I said knowing that he wouldn't let this come between us.
"I'll do that anytime you get too backed up, until you get another girlfriend or whatever," he said patting me on the knee.
"I'd like that, I'll do it for you too," I replied.
"Perfect."
Wednesday, June 25, 2025
Encounters In Space - Adult
Close Encounters in High Earth Orbit
Chapter 1: Weightless Desire
In the heart of the O'Neil-1 space station, suspended in the weightless expanse of zero gravity, Dr. Li Mei and Dr. Amelia found solace in each other's arms. Their bodies, unencumbered by the earth's pull, floated gently as they began their intimate dance. The soft hum of the space station's machinery provided a rhythmic backdrop to their encounter, a symphony of technology and human desire intertwined.
Li Mei, her long black hair swaying like a dark nebula around her, pulled Amelia closer.
Their lips met in a passionate kiss, a silent testament to
their shared longing. The kiss deepened, their tongues intertwining in a
delicate ballet as they savored the taste of each other.
The cold, sterile environment of the space station seemed to
melt away, replaced by the warmth of their shared passion.
With a practiced grace born from months of isolation together, they maneuvered themselves into a 69 position. Li Mei's petite frame contrasted with Amelia's athletic build, their bodies fitting together like pieces of a cosmic puzzle. The blonde biologist's hands roamed over Li Mei's delicate form, tracing constellations on her soft skin. Li Mei, in turn, reveled in the strength of Amelia's body, her fingers exploring the firm muscles beneath her lover's skin.
Their intimacy took on a new intensity as Li Mei's anxiety about Adrian's arrival manifested in her lovemaking. Her touches became more insistent, her kisses more demanding. She ventured lower, her tongue tracing a path down Amelia's spine before dipping into the cleft of her ass. Amelia gasped, surprised by the sudden intrusion, but soon relaxed under Li Mei's skillful ministrations.
Not one to be outdone, Amelia reciprocated, her tongue mirroring Li Mei's actions. Their moans echoed through the empty space, a symphony of pleasure and desire. Their fingers found each other's pussies, sliding in with practiced ease. They moved in unison, their fingers thrusting in and out, their tongues delving deeper into each other's asses.
The tension built, their bodies trembling with anticipation. Li Mei's moans became more pronounced, her breathing ragged. With a final, desperate thrust, she climaxed, her pussy squirting out large blobs of fluid that floated weightlessly around Amelia's face.
The sight of Li Mei's orgasm pushed Amelia over the edge, her own body convulsing with pleasure as she came hard.
Sunday, June 15, 2025
Uncle Sal
Visiting My Uncle Sal
Whenever mom and dad decided to head up the mountain to
gamble in Reno, they would usually leave my sister with the neighbors and their daughters and took me to my Uncle Sal's place. It was about 20 miles up the
hill from home and on their way, so it was convenient, and I liked staying with
him. Uncle Sal was my uncle from my mom's side of the family; someone I had
grown up with and who always treated me like I was special.
Uncle Sal was a little younger than my parents. Sure, he was an adult, but he
was still enough of a kid to make me feel like I fit in with him, which helped
to foster the closeness I felt with him; a near-perfect mix between paternal
figure and pal.
It was hard not to like Uncle Sal. He was tall with a mop of curly blond hair
and the most infectious laugh. He was quick with the jokes, and generous with
horseplay and hugs, even as I grew into my teens. His hands and arms were huge,
but always gentle. He rode a motorcycle whenever the weather was good and,
despite my mom's protests, eventually taught me how to ride too.
Saturday, June 7, 2025
Monday, June 2, 2025
My Morning Wood
Blowing My Sister's Boyfriend
Marc walked into the bathroom as I was
sitting on the toilet trying to rub one out. I covered myself just in time
before he saw what I was doing.
"What the fuck?!" I objected.
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"Fuck you!" He said flipping me off. "You've
been in here forever," he added. "I gotta get ready for work and all
my shits in here."
I looked down at the bulge in his underwear. He smirked and
grabbed himself and squeezed.
"Happy pride month," he said, calling me a slur without having too.
My Straight Buddy
Reconnecting With My Straight Buddy
I still think
about Calvin sometimes.
It's been over fifteen years now,
but even here in my mid-thirties, I remember that summer with such clarity and
warmth.
This was back in 2005 - Bush had
just started his second term, the world was mourning the Pope, and I had Mariah
Carey's The Emancipation of Mimi on constant rotation as I flew home for
summer break.
I'd just wrapped up junior year at
UCLA, and my dad had come through with a summer internship hookup. Some friend
of his ran a tech company that made microchips or something - honestly, I
wasn't paying much attention to the details. I was just grateful to have summer
plans when everyone else was bragging about their amazing internships and I had
nothing lined up.
My phone buzzed the moment I
landed. I flipped it open to find a text from a number I didn't recognize.
Hey dude, how's it going? It's
Calvin Jones. Heard ur back in town.
Calvin Jones? Now that was a name
I hadn't heard in years. We'd been tight back in junior high, but you know how
it goes - people drift apart. I remembered him as this sweet, chunky kid with
pale skin and hair that was always a little too greasy. He had this thing about
always smelling faintly of cheese, and I wondered what had prompted him to
reach out after all this time. How had he even gotten my number?
Hi Calvin! Yeah, I'm back, just
landed actually. What's up? Nice to hear from you.
I pocketed my phone and headed
through customs. While waiting at baggage claim, another text came through.
Came across ur MySpace page and
saw that ur in UCLA. That's rad, man. Wanna catch up? I'm free this weekend.
I'll admit, I felt a little
skeptical. Random texts from old junior high friends usually meant someone was
selling something - Tupperware, makeup, insurance. But Calvin had always been
genuinely nice, and I've never been good at saying no to people. Besides, it
might be fun to catch up.
We arranged to meet Saturday morning at Javier's Cafe, this popular brunch spot known for having the best eggs benedict in town. I'd gotten spoiled by LA's unpredictable traffic, so I arrived about fifteen minutes early and snagged an outdoor table where Calvin could easily spot me.
Sunday, May 18, 2025
Saturday, April 26, 2025
Joshua & Stephan is Switching Roles
Joshua was being fucked hard by his partner Stephen, and it hurt, it really did hurt something fierce. Of course, that wasn’t surprising seeing how Joshua’s fuck hole was virgin – or at least had been virgin until yesterday evening when Mike Proctor had his way with him for the first time. Proctor lived in the apartment next door, and it had been obvious from the moment we’d moved in two months ago that he despised both Stephen and I, Joshua as a pair of ‘disgusting fruitcakes.’ I had actually grown used to his sneers and insults as the neighbor passed me in the apartment house’s corridors. He resented us, of course, but I never thought we’d progress from the verbal to the physical.
As things developed, though I didn’t realize it until last night, Proctor had actually escalated matters two weeks ago, when he cornered Stephen in the laundry room and took what he wanted. Proctor had taken photos and a video of the assault and threatened to show them to Joshua unless Stephen agreed to continue to sexually service him whenever he wanted it.
Stephan hadn’t known what to do. Proctor had really hurt him when he fucked him. In fact it seemed like he’d gone out of his way to make his assault as painful and degrading as possible. Stephan definitely wasn’t looking forward to becoming the Man’s fuck-bitch. But the problem was he had cheated on Joshua in the past and Joshua had found out about it and warned him that, if he ever did it again, that would be it as far as their relationship was concerned. Stephan was afraid that if Proctor showed Joshua the photos or the video, Joshua would immediately conclude that Stephan had, once again, cheated on him and end their marriage. And so, reluctantly, he agreed to sexually service Proctor on demand.
What Stephan hadn’t counted on was how demanding Proctor was going to be. In short order, Stephan found himself sexually servicing the homophobe two, three times a day, every day. Far from enjoying it, every fuck that Proctor threw into him was as painful and demeaning as that first one in the apartment house laundry room. Given that level of use, it was inevitable that Joshua would find out and yesterday, when he did, Stephan’s husband just exploded. Tearfully, terrified of losing his husband, Stephan confessed everything.
Scarcely mollified by the explanation, Joshua gave Stephan an awesome ass-tanning and absolutely forbade him from ever servicing Proctor again. And then, in a blind fury, Joshua stormed into Proctor’s apartment to confront him.
Proctor stood there quietly, actually smirking, as Joshua raged against him. He let the smaller boy go on for about five minutes and then, with deliberate slowness he hauled off and bitch-slapped Joshua with enough force that Joshua almost fell down. “I don’t want to hear another word out of you, faggot. Just get out of those fucking clothes. Now!”
“What?” Joshua exclaimed, his mind still reeling from the force of the blow.
“You heard me, faggot,” Proctor sneered at him. “Strip naked. I’m gonna fuck you just like I fucked your bitch.”
“Fuck you,” Joshua retorted. But the words were scarcely out of his mouth before Proctor began pummeling him with his fists. It was obvious from the get-go that Joshua was over-matched and in less than two minutes, Proctor had Joshua butt-naked on the floor, his legs spread far apart, Joshua’s virgin boy-hole just waiting to be ravished.
Joshua was sobbing softly, knowing what was about to happen, when he heard Proctor tell him, “You faggots need to learn your place in life and I’m just the Man to teach you.” Proctor had stripped off his clothes revealing a huge 10-inch horse-cock, already fully-aroused and leaking pre. But, before he mounted up, he stopped to pick up his iPhone. He punched in a number and then simply said, “Get your faggot ass over here, bitch. Now.” A minute later, the door to his apartment opened and in came Stephan.
“Oh, my God,” was all the boy could say. It was all too obvious what was about to happen. His husband, Joshua, was stretched-out naked on the floor, his legs widely-spread and right behind him Proctor was aiming his massive cock – the cock that Stephan now knew so well – right at Joshua’s puckered anal entryway. Joshua was about to be fucked.
Proctor gave Stephan a quick glance. “You know the rules, faggot. Lose the fucking clothes.”
“Yes, sir,” Stephan immediately replied as he began stripping down. In a minute he was as naked as his husband.
“Now get your ass over here, faggot,” Proctor ordered. “I want you to have a ringside seat as I bitch out your husband.”
“Yes, sir,” Stephan responded moving right next to where his husband was spread-out on the floor. And there, as he watched in horror, Proctor proceeded to rail the hell out of his husband, claiming his cherry.
Just like Stephan had two weeks earlier, Joshua squealed and screamed as Proctor cored him out. If anything, the assault was even more brutal and unrelenting than the one Stephan had suffered the first time Proctor had banged his ass. And Stephan wasn’t surprised that even when it became obvious that Proctor had spewed one load of his babymakers up Joshua’s freshly riven fuck-chute, he didn’t pull out before he started working on his second nut.
But Stephan was surprised by what happened when Proctor finally got his second nut. Roughly, their mutual assailant yanked his cock out of Joshua’s hole and proceeded to roll the boy over onto his back. And then, to Stephan’s total shock, he turned to Stephan and said, “Okay, faggot, you’re up now. I want you to fuck the crap out of your faggot husband.”
As Joshua’s bottom, Stephan had never fucked his husband before. Had never even contemplated doing so. And he was mortified at the prospect. But two weeks as Proctor’s fuck-bitch had shown the boy that he had no choice but to do whatever Proctor ordered. He crawled in between Joshua’s legs and raised them into the air. He was surprised to find how hard his cock was as he wedged it against his husband’s already-ravaged anal opening. What didn’t surprise Stephan was the look of horror on his husband’s face as the realization that he was about to be fucked by his own bottom struck home.
“Get to it, faggot,” Proctor ordered when he saw Stephan hesitate. “And fuck your faggot husband hard, real hard. If I don’t think you’re doing a good enough job, I’ll beat the crap out of both of you when you’re done.”
Having dealt with Proctor for the last two weeks, Stephan didn’t have the slightest doubt that the man would carry through on his threat, so Stephan steeled himself and brutally rammed his boycock up into his husband’s bruised and aching fuck-hole. Joshua’s eyes flinched as Stephan’s boy-cock drove up his now-sticky boypussy, and it was obvious to Stephan that his husband found the assault not only painful but inexpressibly humiliating.
Stephan was more than a little embarrassed himself to realize that he was physically enjoying the feel of Joshua’s tight cunt-hole struggling to accommodate Stephan’s hard dick. But, embarrassed or not, Stephan was mindful of Proctor’s threat to fist-fuck them both so he proceeded to fuck his husband as hard and as brutally as he could. Well before he finally shot his load, Stephan had his husband squealing and crying just like Proctor had done before him. And he spewed a huge load of boy-juice deep inside his husband’s new cunt when he finally did cum.
“Good job, faggot,” Proctor laughed as a stream of spent spunk began flowing out of Joshua’s stretched-out fuck-hole when Stephan withdrew his softening cock. “You gave your faggot husband a good cunting – something you’ll be doing a lot from now on. But right now, it’s your cunt that could stand a good coring so show me your pussy, faggot. Show me the cunt-hole that’s going to get my next load.”
Like Proctor had trained him over the previous two weeks, Stephan immediately got to his feet, turned around and bent over, and then reached back and separated his ass-cheeks apart, giving Proctor a good view of Stephan’s own leaking cunt. And in less than a minute, it was Stephan’s turn to squeal and moan as he took a hard fucking.
Proctor kept the two faggots in his apartment until well past midnight, showing the same unflagging stamina that Stephan had come to expect, generally alternating between fucking the two fags but also making sure that Stephan fucked his husband two more times before he let them finally take their cum-filled pussies back to their own apartment.
But as they were leaving, Proctor had one last humiliation for Joshua. “Faggot,” he said, getting right in Joshua’s face, “you need to understand that your days of playing the stud are over. From now on it’s your pussy that gets fucked by your fag boyfriend. If I ever try out your cunt and find that it’s not already leaking boy-scum, it’s my fist you’ll both feel pounding out your pussies. Understand, faggot?”
“Yes…Yes, sir,” Joshua stuttered, his mind reeling as he tried to comprehend how he’d ended up getting cunted-out, how he’d ended up as this homophobe’s faggot-bitch. He was anxious just to get away and try to figure out what he could do to extract himself and Stephan from the situation they now found themselves in.
But no sooner had Joshua and Stephan reached the relative safety of their own apartment than Joshua understood how impossible it would be to go back to what things had been. Joshua had just shrugged off the remnants of his ripped and torn shirt when Stephan piped up and said, “I know you’re not going to believe this, Josh, but I’m still horny.”
Joshua looked at his husband, the incredulity clear on his face. “Steph, there’s no fucking way I could get it up right now. No fucking way.”
Stephan gave Joshua a quizzical look and slowly said, “I wasn’t planning on having you fuck me, Josh. I'm hot to fuck you – again. I thought Master Proctor made it clear that your topping days are over. I’m in charge here now and I’m still horny. So you just get down on the bed and raise your legs and I’ll take it from there.”
Joshua was so shocked by the dominant tone that Stephan had used in telling him to get on the bed and raise his legs that he found himself doing just that. And the next thing that Joshua knew he was being cunted-out yet again. Stephan kept at it, on and off, for the rest of the night.
Joshua was exhausted and his poor ass was hurting something fierce by the next morning. But no sooner had he got up and made a pot of coffee that Stephan called him back into the bedroom. “We need to keep your cunt full of spunk, Josh,” he explained as he ordered Joshua to lower his briefs so he could fuck him again.
And Josh found himself begging his husband not to fuck him again. “Please, Steph,” he pleaded. “Give me a break. My hole is so sore, so sore from all the fucking it’s taken since last night. Please don’t fuck me again right now.”
“Sorry, Josh,” Stephan replied. “But you heard Master Proctor. He expects your pussy to be filled with cum whenever he fucks it or he’s going to fist-fuck us both, and I’m not about to risk that. So get your ass on the bed and your legs in the air. You need another load of my cum up that sweet pussy of yours.”
Dejectedly, the will to resist having literally been fucked out of him, Joshua did what he was told. Mere moments later, Stephan had pulled down Joshua’s briefs and was plugging away inside his husband’s sore and aching fuck-hole. “Don’t worry, Josh,” Stephan attempted to soothe Joshua as he kissed him, “in time you’ll get used to it – used to being fucked all the time by Master Proctor and his friends, used to being the boi-wife in our marriage.” He kept kissing his former husband for a while and then pulled back before adding, “after all, Josh, you don’t have any choice, do you?”
And that was the thing. Joshua didn’t have any choice. He was now Proctor’s faggot fuck-bitch just like he was now the boi-wife in his marriage. He was the dude on the bottom, the dude getting fuck with no say-so as to where or when or even who. And as Stephan started really throwing it to him as he fucked him, causing Joshua to squeal, “Fuck, Fuck, Fuck,” just like a little bitch getting her pussy pounded into mush, he couldn’t keep the tears from flowing. He wasn’t just a faggot fuck bitch. He was the omega bitch, the low man on the totem pole, the bitch everyone, EVERYONE, fucked. And that was exactly how he felt. Fucked. Totally fucked. By everyone.
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