withalowercaseb:

What would the reality of being with someone like this be like?
Initially, love-making would be a big deal. It couldn’t ever be something spontaneous. You would need advance notice, about two hours I’d say, and you’d get to work opening yourself.
Personally I don’t do poppers; I’ve never understood why sex has to be chemically enhanced. Every time a guy offers them I just politely wave them away.
That said, I’ve managed to get my giant dildo inside me, so I know it’s possible. But even then, it’s never been a case of “just shove it in and have a bit of a play”. Whenever I’ve got the dildo out it’s always been a long session, coaxing myself open, slowly working it in. And then afterwards I’m so sore the thought of anything going near my arse for the next 72 hours is fearsome.
So the reality is that you’d need to train to receive a partner like this every day. It wouldn’t come straight away. He would have to be patient. It would start with once a week, at a designated time. You’d have to allow a good couple of hours.The next few days you’d be untouchable, and he’d have to content himself being sucked in the interim.
The following week you’d go at it again. It woud most likely be exactly the same as the first time.
But by the fifth or sixth week you’d start to find it easier. I’d say it would be a largely mental process; simply the knowledge and memory of successfully having got it inside the previous few weeks would make you relax and go at it with an altered attitude, even just subconsciously. You’d find that it didn’t take him as long to get it inside. You’d be pleasantly surprised and suddenly you’d find you were making love, not “training”.
And with that revelation things would ease up. You’d start doing it twice a week. You’d start to find that you were healing in 48 hours instead of 72, and eventually it would be just 24.
And so you’d start doing it every other day. Make love, spend 24 hours repairing, and then make love again. It would be a bit like the gym. On days and off days. You’d enjoy your day repairing because you’d know it was for a good reason.
And then, well, the logical conclusion is that eventually your cunt would be so familiar with being prized open by this monster that it would lose its elasticity altogether, it would just cease to clamp shut. The surrounding skin would no longer become taut, the flesh would no longer seize up. You’d be malleable, like putty down there. Your hole would become unrecognisable, mashed up. But not ugly - on the contrary: he’d look at it and see testimony to your devotion and willingness to accomodate him. He’d be proud that he had shaped you, proud of you for making it happen, not to mention profoundly grateful for permanently recasting your body for him.
And so you’d arrive at the point - a few months, a year? - where lovemaking was as easy with him as it was with someone a third of his size, where a second thought wouldn’t eve be given. Just like a favourite pair of gloves that retain the shape of your hands when you take them off, your cunt would be a perfect mould of his cock and he would glide in with ease.

Very hot and thoughtful!

withalowercaseb:

What would the reality of being with someone like this be like?

Initially, love-making would be a big deal. It couldn’t ever be something spontaneous. You would need advance notice, about two hours I’d say, and you’d get to work opening yourself.

Personally I don’t do poppers; I’ve never understood why sex has to be chemically enhanced. Every time a guy offers them I just politely wave them away.

That said, I’ve managed to get my giant dildo inside me, so I know it’s possible. But even then, it’s never been a case of “just shove it in and have a bit of a play”. Whenever I’ve got the dildo out it’s always been a long session, coaxing myself open, slowly working it in. And then afterwards I’m so sore the thought of anything going near my arse for the next 72 hours is fearsome.

So the reality is that you’d need to train to receive a partner like this every day. It wouldn’t come straight away. He would have to be patient. It would start with once a week, at a designated time. You’d have to allow a good couple of hours.The next few days you’d be untouchable, and he’d have to content himself being sucked in the interim.

The following week you’d go at it again. It woud most likely be exactly the same as the first time.

But by the fifth or sixth week you’d start to find it easier. I’d say it would be a largely mental process; simply the knowledge and memory of successfully having got it inside the previous few weeks would make you relax and go at it with an altered attitude, even just subconsciously. You’d find that it didn’t take him as long to get it inside. You’d be pleasantly surprised and suddenly you’d find you were making love, not “training”.

And with that revelation things would ease up. You’d start doing it twice a week. You’d start to find that you were healing in 48 hours instead of 72, and eventually it would be just 24.

And so you’d start doing it every other day. Make love, spend 24 hours repairing, and then make love again. It would be a bit like the gym. On days and off days. You’d enjoy your day repairing because you’d know it was for a good reason.

And then, well, the logical conclusion is that eventually your cunt would be so familiar with being prized open by this monster that it would lose its elasticity altogether, it would just cease to clamp shut. The surrounding skin would no longer become taut, the flesh would no longer seize up. You’d be malleable, like putty down there. Your hole would become unrecognisable, mashed up. But not ugly - on the contrary: he’d look at it and see testimony to your devotion and willingness to accomodate him. He’d be proud that he had shaped you, proud of you for making it happen, not to mention profoundly grateful for permanently recasting your body for him.

And so you’d arrive at the point - a few months, a year? - where lovemaking was as easy with him as it was with someone a third of his size, where a second thought wouldn’t eve be given. Just like a favourite pair of gloves that retain the shape of your hands when you take them off, your cunt would be a perfect mould of his cock and he would glide in with ease.

Very hot and thoughtful!

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xgendadsandsons:

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subluvdom:

Fit Masc Verbal Daddy Fucks Slutty Bubble Butt!

Need this bad.

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FYI: top men, THIS is how a pussy wants and needs to be fucked

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hadrienantinous:

Good ass play to start the day… In chastity of course !

Pussyboy masturbation

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domtop2u:

mercuryjones:

Mischief managed.

The last panel. The boys toes curled, his hands hugging his Man as his little hole is getting pumped. His smaller body almost completely hidden by the much larger man, whose focus has become wildly fucking his boi.

That’s how it should be.

seducedbyman:

"Is that too deep baby?" he wiggled it firmly inside me, I moaned and looked up at him, "You could never be too deep inside me."

seducedbyman:

"Is that too deep baby?" he wiggled it firmly inside me, I moaned and looked up at him, "You could never be too deep inside me."

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allbecauseoftheboys:

"I’m not a bottom!" Mick protests. "I’m straight, I mean, isn’t it normal for guys to jack off with eachother? Why doesn’t anyone believe me?"
"See, that is the problem with a bottom being raised with straight mentalities - you think that your role is to be a top and nothing else. Gays and bis know and accept the truth that men always find the natural hierarchy amongst themselves. It’s natural to seek out the alphas and the betas, the superiors and those who serve. You’re a bottom, us tops can smell it on you. We were able to coax you to get naked weren’t we? I’ve been watching you mournfully looking at my cock for weeks around this apartment -  and you haven’t even realized you’ve been doing it! You can’t deny your true self boy, but in case you don’t believe me, I gotta little test for you…"
I can tell Mick doesn’t believe me, but with his stupid pride on the line he agrees to take the test. I get him on the sofa, ass to the camera. I want him to get used to the position he will take to offer himself to men. I look at Thomas who is holding the camera. He nods; I nod. My cock is straining, as my hormones can sense there is a perfect ass near me, ripe for taking.
I lube up a finger. Without even warning him, I slide my digit into his virgin hole. It’s the best kind of tight, one with zero training and reluctance to accept intrusion. The little, involuntary fight makes my cock wet. Mick opens his mouth to yell at me for my actions, but then I find that special switch deep in his ass and turn him on. Immediately, his spine bends, his ass lifts into the air, and he parts his thighs just enough to show off his long silky sack and heavy testicles full of seed. I hear Thomas groan. The alpha in him wants it, I can see him fighting to keep filming. We both want it.
Mick gasps, on the edge of a sob as he asks, “W…what is happening? Why am I so horny??”"Sshh give in boy, it’s just natural… it might be a little scary, but trust me, we’re going to take good care of you.""I don’t understand!""You’re alone in a room with two horny alphas who sense you really want to be taken and taught the wonders of true sex between men.""But I’m not gay!" he weakly protests.Thomas speaks up, his voice husky and gruff. “The alpha/beta thing ascends beyond being gay or straight. It’s about your place among men. It’s the last feral thing in us. Listen to it, don’t fight it.”
We wait. My finger hasn’t left his body and I gently work it up and down. After a long minute, Mick emits a sweet, erotic little moan into the pillow. Pre-cum drips onto the sofa. The air has become thick and warm. Thomas and I can sense it - he’s ready. We take him.
______________________________________________________Here - you guys deserve at least one post for Sunday. Post is fictional. Cannot find source, although I really tried.

Need to have this done to me.

allbecauseoftheboys:

"I’m not a bottom!" Mick protests. "I’m straight, I mean, isn’t it normal for guys to jack off with eachother? Why doesn’t anyone believe me?"

"See, that is the problem with a bottom being raised with straight mentalities - you think that your role is to be a top and nothing else. Gays and bis know and accept the truth that men always find the natural hierarchy amongst themselves. It’s natural to seek out the alphas and the betas, the superiors and those who serve. You’re a bottom, us tops can smell it on you. We were able to coax you to get naked weren’t we? I’ve been watching you mournfully looking at my cock for weeks around this apartment -  and you haven’t even realized you’ve been doing it! You can’t deny your true self boy, but in case you don’t believe me, I gotta little test for you…"

I can tell Mick doesn’t believe me, but with his stupid pride on the line he agrees to take the test. I get him on the sofa, ass to the camera. I want him to get used to the position he will take to offer himself to men. I look at Thomas who is holding the camera. He nods; I nod. My cock is straining, as my hormones can sense there is a perfect ass near me, ripe for taking.

I lube up a finger. Without even warning him, I slide my digit into his virgin hole. It’s the best kind of tight, one with zero training and reluctance to accept intrusion. The little, involuntary fight makes my cock wet. Mick opens his mouth to yell at me for my actions, but then I find that special switch deep in his ass and turn him on. Immediately, his spine bends, his ass lifts into the air, and he parts his thighs just enough to show off his long silky sack and heavy testicles full of seed. I hear Thomas groan. The alpha in him wants it, I can see him fighting to keep filming. We both want it.

Mick gasps, on the edge of a sob as he asks, “W…what is happening? Why am I so horny??”
"Sshh give in boy, it’s just natural… it might be a little scary, but trust me, we’re going to take good care of you."
"I don’t understand!"
"You’re alone in a room with two horny alphas who sense you really want to be taken and taught the wonders of true sex between men."
"But I’m not gay!" he weakly protests.
Thomas speaks up, his voice husky and gruff. “The alpha/beta thing ascends beyond being gay or straight. It’s about your place among men. It’s the last feral thing in us. Listen to it, don’t fight it.”

We wait. My finger hasn’t left his body and I gently work it up and down. After a long minute, Mick emits a sweet, erotic little moan into the pillow. Pre-cum drips onto the sofa. The air has become thick and warm. Thomas and I can sense it - he’s ready. We take him.

______________________________________________________
Here - you guys deserve at least one post for Sunday. Post is fictional. Cannot find source, although I really tried.

Need to have this done to me.

Damn!

iammegadaddyissues:

Life with Daddy is simple, routine, and satisfying. We work sun up to sun down, He at the ranch and i in and around the home. i never go to town unaccompanied and have no money to my name. i am kept. i have been disciplined and trained to be a good boi. i have dinner ready and a cool bath drawn when Daddy comes home in the evening. And at night the sounds of our rutting can be heard outside our open window as the cool air blows across our naked bodies.  
Daddy found me online. He was extremely articulate in our correspondence and surprised me with His broad world view and education. He was fully clothed in most of His photos but a bare-chested shot of His broad hairy chest and thick muscular arms was good for at least a month’s worth of masturbation.
He bought me a ticket to fly out for a visit.  i was younger than i’d confessed and nervous to meet Him wondering if He’d send me home but when He greeted me at the airport with a smile i immediately relaxed. Taking my bag, He led me to his truck. He was such an imposing figure and i felt small and frail sitting next to Him. 
No one back home knew where i was. He never asked too many questions and was very Fatherly and gentle at first. i stayed in the guest room that first night but late the second night i woke with Him standing in my doorway, the moonlight from the window shining across His naked body.  My heart pounded in my ears as i stared transfixed at the shadowy outline of His enormous cock sticking out from His body like a policeman’s baton.  
Words were never spoken that night and Daddy kept the windows closed, perhaps to keep the sounds of my cries inside. For no matter how gentle He was or how much i wanted Him to take me He was still very much a Man and a Daddy with a thick dick to match. We kissed passionately for a long time as He ground His throbbing cock against me. It was fortunate that the darkness hid from my view what would soon be splitting me open. As it was, i was naive and inexperienced so when He spread my legs and forced the thick head of His cock inside my tight hole i was completely unprepared for the pain. Nor did i know how real Men fucked. The forcefulness and violence of it frightened me; i could feel Him holding back in every thrust and still it felt like i was being pounded to a pulp. 
i was completely helpless to stop Him, not that i would have. My cries and screams of agony seemed to slow Him down initially but He was quickly overcome with lust and before long He was fucking me like an escaped criminal. i held onto His sweaty muscles for dear life.
The sheets had to be thrown out the next morning; He put me in the bath and disposed of them quickly so i wouldn’t see them and start to cry. i was incapable of walking much the next day. i knew He felt badly about it but we both knew it would happen again and again and i would just need to adjust.
 After i missed my return flight home i knew i’d never return. 

A fantasy. How to make it a reality?

iammegadaddyissues:

Life with Daddy is simple, routine, and satisfying. We work sun up to sun down, He at the ranch and i in and around the home. i never go to town unaccompanied and have no money to my name. i am kept. i have been disciplined and trained to be a good boi. i have dinner ready and a cool bath drawn when Daddy comes home in the evening. And at night the sounds of our rutting can be heard outside our open window as the cool air blows across our naked bodies.  

Daddy found me online. He was extremely articulate in our correspondence and surprised me with His broad world view and education. He was fully clothed in most of His photos but a bare-chested shot of His broad hairy chest and thick muscular arms was good for at least a month’s worth of masturbation.

He bought me a ticket to fly out for a visit.  i was younger than i’d confessed and nervous to meet Him wondering if He’d send me home but when He greeted me at the airport with a smile i immediately relaxed. Taking my bag, He led me to his truck. He was such an imposing figure and i felt small and frail sitting next to Him. 

No one back home knew where i was. He never asked too many questions and was very Fatherly and gentle at first. i stayed in the guest room that first night but late the second night i woke with Him standing in my doorway, the moonlight from the window shining across His naked body.  My heart pounded in my ears as i stared transfixed at the shadowy outline of His enormous cock sticking out from His body like a policeman’s baton.  

Words were never spoken that night and Daddy kept the windows closed, perhaps to keep the sounds of my cries inside. For no matter how gentle He was or how much i wanted Him to take me He was still very much a Man and a Daddy with a thick dick to match. We kissed passionately for a long time as He ground His throbbing cock against me. It was fortunate that the darkness hid from my view what would soon be splitting me open. As it was, i was naive and inexperienced so when He spread my legs and forced the thick head of His cock inside my tight hole i was completely unprepared for the pain. Nor did i know how real Men fucked. The forcefulness and violence of it frightened me; i could feel Him holding back in every thrust and still it felt like i was being pounded to a pulp. 

i was completely helpless to stop Him, not that i would have. My cries and screams of agony seemed to slow Him down initially but He was quickly overcome with lust and before long He was fucking me like an escaped criminal. i held onto His sweaty muscles for dear life.

The sheets had to be thrown out the next morning; He put me in the bath and disposed of them quickly so i wouldn’t see them and start to cry. i was incapable of walking much the next day. i knew He felt badly about it but we both knew it would happen again and again and i would just need to adjust.

 After i missed my return flight home i knew i’d never return. 

A fantasy. How to make it a reality?

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