Public Cruising

Cruising In Public

 

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.

Attention Content Creators - About Your Custom Content

 

When Content Creators Don't Deliver: Navigating the Fallout and Rebuilding Trust

1. Understanding the Importance of Reliability in Content Creation

In the fast-paced world of digital content, reliability is the bedrock upon which successful creator-client relationships are built. For brands and businesses, the promise of timely and consistent content delivery is not just a matter of routine; it speaks to their reputation, audience engagement, and ultimately, their bottom line. When content creators fail to deliver as expected, the repercussions can ripple through an organization, impacting marketing strategies, audience perceptions, and even sales figures.

Reliability in content creation goes beyond mere deadlines; it encompasses the quality and relevance of the content produced. Brands invest significant resources into collaborating with creators, hoping they will produce engaging and authentic material that resonates with their target audience. When that trust is broken—whether it's through missed deadlines, subpar content, or a lack of communication—the fallout can be severe. It can lead to diminished brand visibility, increased customer dissatisfaction, and a loss of credibility in an increasingly competitive market.

Understanding the importance of reliability means recognizing that every piece of content serves as a touchpoint with your audience. Each blog post, video, or social media update is an opportunity to convey your brand's values, connect with consumers, and foster loyalty. When creators consistently deliver quality work on time, they not only strengthen the brand's image but also enhance their own reputation, paving the way for future collaborations.

In the face of a reliability breakdown, it’s vital for brands to assess the situation thoughtfully. Instead of reacting impulsively, they should engage in open dialogue with the content creators to understand the challenges they faced. This approach not only fosters a collaborative atmosphere but also lays the groundwork for rebuilding trust. By prioritizing reliability and actively communicating expectations, both parties can work towards a more resilient partnership that can withstand the inevitable ups and downs of the content creation journey.

2. Common Reasons Content Creators Fail to Deliver

Understanding why content creators fail to deliver can provide valuable insights that help in navigating the fallout and rebuilding trust. There are several common reasons that can lead to

The Frat Hole Experience

 Dylan's Hole

Dylan had always had a pretty ass, but it wasn’t until he went to college that other dudes did more than admire it. He had roomed with a fellow jock from his high school, a dude notorious for his uncontrolled libido and his willingness to fuck anything once he went into rut.  So it wouldn’t have surprised anyone who knew him that, one night midway through their first semester when the dude returned back to his dorm room frustrated and horny after a long-night with a prick-teasing coed, he decided to avail himself of the use for which Dylan’s ass seemed perfectly designed.

He fucked the hell out of Dylan’s ass, all night long. Dylan, being an anal virgin, didn’t find his roommate’s amorous interest in Dylan’s nether regions particularly enjoyable, at least not at first.  But as the night wore on and Dylan’s boy-hole was relentlessly enlarged by his roommate’s over-sized Man-cock, Dylan was surprised to discover that there reached a point where he actually found his roommate’s frantic fucking sexually arousing.  So much so that by the time his roommate finally finished with him, the sheets on Dylan’s bed were covered with Dylan’s boy-spunk.

The following afternoon, even though his boy-ass still ached from the previous night’s assault, it was actually Dylan who initiated their next sex session by going up to his roommate and assuring him that the next time he was horny he shouldn’t hesitate in using Dylan’s hole to assuage the raging need to nut. This was like waving a red cape in front of a bull, and in less than three minutes Dylan found himself back on his bed, his legs raised high in the air, as his roommate proceeded to pound out two more loads of his fuck-seed into Dylan’s now hungry boy-twat.  And later that night, Dylan wasn’t surprised when his roommate spent another hour balls deep in his now cum-sodden boy-hole.

Within a week, Dylan’s roommate was spending every night with his big Man-cock buried deep inside of his well-worked fuck-chute.  And the two of them might have continued on like this indefinitely were it not for the fact that Dylan’s roommate flunked out at the end of that first semester.

Dylan, though, having learned to love having his bunghole ravished on a nightly basis didn’t miss a beat once his roommate was no longer there to service his cock-sleeve.  He became a regular in the university’s gym, or to be more precise, in the locker room showers, where he quickly discovered that there were many fellow students who, just like his departed roommate, found Dylan’s hole the perfect place to get a nut when they were horny.

Indeed, Dylan’s availability became sufficiently notorious that one day the President of the local Sigma Mu chapter stopped by to sample Dylan’s welcoming hole for himself.  Suitably impressed both by the tightness of Dylan’s fuck-hole and the eagerness with which Dylan approached any cock pointed in his direction, the President inquired if Dylan would like to become a resident cum-dump for the fraternity.  Well aware of Sigma Mu’s reputation for attracting the horniest jocks on campus, Dylan agreed immediately and within a week he had moved in and began to serve as one of the frat’s fuck-holes.

Two years later, he’s still there, despite the fact that he dropped out of the university over a year ago.  He’s now technically a handyman employed by the fraternity, but he still spends every day buck-ass naked, servicing the fraternity brothers with his well-worked asshole just like before. It may not be as tight as it once was, but what it may have lost in clutch is more than compensated by the exuberance Dylan always shows whenever there’s a hard cock rummaging around in his fuck-hole.

It's actually pretty amazing considering all the use it’s seen, but the brothers of Sigma Mu still rave about what a great cunt Dylan has between his legs.  And you don’t have to take their word for it. Dylan’s available for use by any guest at one of Sigma Mu’s weekly parties and you can try one or both of his holes for yourself, just like I did. There was a line, of course, and it took over an hour before I got my chance to shove all of my thick uncut 9.5 inches in his eager hole. All I can say is, he took it like a champ and it was well-worth the wait.  But don’t take my word for it. Just go to one of Sigma Mu’s parties and see for yourself.  I’m sure you’ll say the same thing – it was well worth the wait. 

 

 

The Free-Balling Jogger

 

Trevor's Side Project

Typically, my boss messages me with directions at exactly 7:00 am each day. The nature of my work is a private matter between us. Essentially, I assist in managing the interests of his company.

The message for today: meet Trevor at 8:00 am at the office; he will provide further details.

It’s frequent to receive instructions on where to go, with the details coming later. Overall, Trevor was a decent colleague. We had collaborated on several projects before, and he consistently presented himself well and maintained a professional demeanor. No unnecessary complications. That’s crucial in this field.

In this profession, that's significant. Trevor's distinctive trait, which stirs controversy within the organization, is that he is openly gay and a bold sadist. I witnessed him perform acts on another man—harsh, undeniably sexual acts—that I would not dare to recount; however, they did aid us in obtaining the necessary intelligence. Our employer prioritizes outcomes over tactics, and Trevor delivers results. Unlike certain hired thugs, I don’t object to his approach. It doesn’t bother me at all.

I picked up my keys, wallet, and gun before making my way to the office. Setting the scene aside, I certainly did not anticipate walking in on Trevor in the act of pleasuring a bound and gagged man. It caught me completely off guard.

"Mmmph!! Unnnph!!" the captive whined. It was evident that he was forced into this situation.

"What’s going on here?" I inquired. "Is this the assignment?"

Trevor chuckled, glanced up, and greeted me with a grin while continuing to stroke the defenseless man's erection.

Timothy Champagne's Drama & Controversies

 Exploring Timothy Champagne's Online Presence and the Controversies Surrounding His Persona

Timothy Champagne's presence on the internet has emerged as a central topic of conversation, primarily because of a range of conflicting stories and assertions that have resulted in accusations of deceit. This ongoing controversy isn't limited to just the variations in his personal narratives; it also includes serious allegations regarding the disloyalty towards other content creators and the sharing of confidential recordings. To better understand the complexity of the situation, let's delve into the details:

Shifting Identities

Timothy Champagne has captured the spotlight in the realm of online content creation, especially on platforms where he engaged with fellow male creators. At the outset, he characterized himself as heterosexual, asserting that his relationships with men were solely motivated by economic gain. However, this perspective shifted over time as he began to identify as bisexual, ultimately evolving into a declaration of being gay. Such transformations in his self-identified sexual orientation have prompted a wave of skepticism from the public. Numerous individuals have accused him of orchestrating these changes in order to craft a more intriguing persona aimed at attracting both attention and financial rewards.

Contradictory Statements

Allegations of dishonesty arise from the glaring inconsistencies found in his public declarations. He has asserted various truths regarding his relationships, emotions, and reasons, only to frequently alter or withdraw these assertions. Such a trend of altering narratives has diminished public confidence, leading to widespread frustration and skepticism among many observers.

Casual Dudes

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