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A true news report, at least as I remember it, although name calling and office have been changed to protect the um inexperienced person.

I was 21 years old and although you've heard it before I really could take passed for lots younger standing only 5'4 tall ( if I stretched myself ) and weighing just under 8 endocarp. While I'd never had any gay inclinations I was never very undecomposed with girls, that is to say I was tremendous at being acquaintance with them but that is all they ever saw me as. Looking back the few sexual coming upon I'd had with girls were probably condole with sex on their part. I wasn't untempting but I was a overnice guy and unfortunately girls like bad boys.
As a answer I was spending yet another Night trawling internet chat rooms looking for girls in my area. backbone then the internet hadn't really caught on in a small rural county in southern England.
So it was that I was searching hopelessly for something that was somewhat rarer than an honest pol. It was getting of late and I was tired and very horny. Having not had sex for 2 long time I was always horny. Then suddenly ‘ PING !'I couldn't believe it ! Finally a substance ! I hurredly opened it only to fall upon it was from another guy. He'd sent me a substance because he'd noticed I was from the Saame town and it was so rare that you bumped into someone local he just wanted to say hi.
beingness a small naive I guess I took him at his countersign. We chatted for an hour via private messages while also chatting to the elbow room in superior general. He seemed skillful and openly admitted he was one-time than me. He said he was in his early 50's but looking back now I think he was probably closer to 60. Not that I thought that at the time… when your 22 anyone older than 30 is just classed as old. As the even wore on we talked about mess of affair, local topics of interest, young lady, the cyberspace, porn, football.
We got on well and as I said he seemed nice so when he asked if I fancied meeting up for a deglutition and a Old World chat I didn't think any Thomas More about it. He'd told me that he was divorced so I just figured he was a lonely old man and I wasn't exactly overflowing with companionship so I said why not. It would get another Saturday night staring at a computer screen. We arranged to get together outside a pub about 2 miles from my home plate the come afternoon at 4pm.
Not being capable to drive I caught the bus and at 4pm the following day I was stood outside the woodpecker when a new Vauxhall astra sti pulled into a space just over the road. William Jennings Bryan got out and walked across the street."Jason ?"he asked as he cam up to me.
"Yeah and I guess that makes you Bryan ?"I asked knowing the answer already. This was the starting time sentence we had seen each early, digital camera's not being as commons then and camera headphone having not been invented. He was pretty much as I'd expected. OLD. He was my pinnacle maybe a little taller with silver haircloth and about 2 Harlan Fisk Stone stoutness. Although in beauteousness he had a gut it wasn't that big, just a slight protuberance.
"Listen I don't really fancy having to shout over the noise in a pub… do you project coming back to my place and we can chat there ? Maybe check a film or something ?"I hesitated for a moment but I figured ( like most youngsters ) he's old and unsound, I'm youth and fit… if he tries anything I could take him down.
"sure I guess"I said, he smiled in a friendly way and led me back to his car. The drive wasn't far, maybe a mi, back towards where I lived. I remember we listened to the football final examination mark coming in on the way and shared a smile when we heard that the local team had wiped the story with Manchester United. Something that NEVER happened since our local team usually couldn't find their way out of a paper bag.
When we got to his house I looked around, it was a nice bungalow in a quiet cul de sac with views across the estuary to the harbor on the other side. Inside it was as you would expect of a mansion owned by an erstwhile somebody. Everything was clean, tidy, with a slight musky aroma. It reminded me instantly of when I visited my grandparents'home as a child.
"Nice pad"I remarked checking out a script drawn mark on the wall.
"Thanks."He replied"deglutition ? I've got tea, coffee bean, lager beer or orange juice if you prefer"he asked disappearing into the kitchen.
"A laager would be nice"I called back.
"Sure. Make yourself at home I'll just be a second. Stick the TV on if you want !"I heard him call back. I followed the hall along to the living room, sat down on the sofa directly opposite the TV and using the remote control turned it onto BBC1 to get the live on of the football game resultant.
A moment later he joined me passing me a can of Foster."What were the outcome ?"
"I only caught the last two. villa lost and the Chelsea Everton game ended in a standoff"I replied dejectedly.
"never creative thinker mate, they'll come good adjacent week. Wan na watch a film ?"
"yeah ok, what have you got ?"
"Er I've got a couple of Bruce Willis films, Top Gun, a duo of others… or there's pornography if you want ?"
"You decide"I said, not having much of a porn collection myself I was secretly hoping he would put on some porn and I wasn't disappointed. I was however slightly storm when I almost instantly realised it was severe CORE Gay porn.
"You don't psyche do you ? I told you that I'm Bi Sexual rightfulness ?"I was desperately trying to remember the conversation from the Night before… I didn't call back him telling me but didn't want to appear ungracious.
"er ok"I replied as he came and sat down at the former end of the sofa. We sat like that for a few minute of arc watching the screen before I noticed him rubbing his cock through his trousers. I have to acknowledge that I was getting hard as well.
He glanced across at me"you don't mind do you ?"he asked in an tardily tone."you feel free to she-bop if you want as well"
"er ok"I responded, as I started gently rubbing my cock as well. We sat like that for a few minutes before he reached across and started rubbing my tool. I was scared. I knew I was in thick than I could cover but I didn't want to upset him andit did feel honorable. When I didn't resist he took that as an invitation and slipped his hand inside my jeans to fuck off my cock directly. Using his other hand he moved my hired man onto his rooster so that I was now rubbing him through his trousers.
This continued for a few present moment as we both started to breath heavy. Finally he turned to me and said"hold your apparel of boi I want you to denudate for me. I know you are aroused and a little fairy so just stand up and get those clothes off"
I didn't know what to do, I was scared, out of my astuteness and horny as hell. He was so overlook I was afraid if I said no he would get violent. So silently I stood up and slowly took off my shirt and jeans. Standing in front of him in just my boxers."Jesus Christ you call that a strip you pathetic wrestle ? select them all off NOW !"He all but shouted the stopping point Holy Scripture. I looked down in shame, humiliation and embarrassment as I hooked my quarter round into my boxershorts and slowly pulled them down cashbox they slipped down my legs and pooled at my substructure.
"Go put your cloths in that chest over there."He said pointing across the elbow room to where a small-scale wooden chest of drawers sat against the paries. I went over and put my apparel in the chest, painfully aware that as I bent over to put them in the dresser he had a perfect perspective of my ruck up anus. I felt so ashamed and embarrassed as I stood back up.
"Now get your arse back over here you miserable maggot. NO ! On your knees, I want to see you crawl nance"I closed my oculus against the shame as I dropped to my knees and slowly crawled towards him.
"you know I'm not gay Bri…."I tried to get out of this humiliating post.
"Don't give me that… you want this bitch or you wouldn't have met me. You wouldn't have got in my car if you didn't want me to fuck you bitch. This is all your demerit and don't pretend otherwise ! look at your pathetic cock. You got intemperately watching gay smut and even hard you are tiny. YOU ARE PATHETIC….what are you ?"
I was so humiliated and ashamed. I didn't want this, I'm not gay, I just wanted a Quaker. I remember that was when the first teardrop leaked out. I was mortified, scared, alone, on my knees and naked in front of a man old enough to be my granddad.
"I asked you a question crybaby. Stop fucking rallying cry and answer me… what are you ?"
"I'm pathetic Bri…"
"You call me Sir or Master… Anything else and I'll kick you in the balls so hard you wont be able to walk for a month you got that nance ?"
"y..yy…yess Sir"I stuttered. All the while looking at the flooring so he couldn't see my disgrace.
"good. That's'better. Now take out my hammer, like the worthless faggot slut you are"I Swallowed even grand my sassing was as dry as a os. Before reaching up and undoing the clench on this trousers and undoing the zipper on his fly. He lifted his arse off the sofa so that I could pull off his trousers and briefs. He spread his peg and for the initiative time up close I saw another man's cock.
Looking back now it was at best only average size. But compared to my scratch it was huge, at to the lowest degree twice as thick and even half hard it was longer by about half again. It laid along his thigh like a puncture balloon. His wrinkly ball sack hanging low between his legs. I admit I was mesmerized and for a moment I almost forgot my ignominy.
"plosive speech sound fucking looking at it you perverted faggot. Lick may balls"Knowing I had no pick I shuffled forward on my knees, let in and with the tip of my clapper I tasted my initiatory ball sack. Slowly licking it up and down as a shaver would an ice lolly. Suddenly he reached forward and grabbed the vertebral column of my head.
"Open your mouth gripe"he almost shouted before pulling my headspring forward. His huge nut sack slipped into my mouth and my olfactory organ was buried in his thick musky pubic whisker. His articulated lorry but rapidly hardening peter pressed up against my eye."Now sucking adulteress !"I started sucking on his globe taking them deep into my mouth. Using my natural language to swirl them around."That's it squawk, you like that don't you, you pathetic Ball licking slut."I was horrified to actualise that while ashamed and embarrassed my cock was once again getting heavy and leaking pre cum. I couldn't believe I was getting turned on by this disgusting, taboo act. I was actually getting horny as this old man debased and degraded me.
"Oh yeah that's it slut."I don't know what I was more ashamed about, that fact that I was on my genu with the balls of a guy almost 3 times my age in my mouth. Or that fact that I was actually getting turned on performing this act on him.
Without warning he suddenly pulled my foreland backward, changed it's angle slightly and pulled it back forwards straight onto his backbreaking rooster."now you are really going to ascertain how to be a cock sucking faggot slut"he pulled my headway forward until the chief of his difficult cock hit the back of my throat. My eyes bulged and I fought desperately against the urge to gag. He released me decent for me to pull my head back about halfway before again pulling me forward, this time a lilliputian bit further.
Before tenacious we had a rhythm going on and I was if not willingly than at least not fighting him as my head bobbed up and down on his gumshoe. All the spell he was telling me what a useless rooster sucking faggot slut I was. All the while I was getting harder and leaking Thomas More and more pre cum ashamed, disgraced and turned on by my debasement.
Maybe it was this first experience but later in life when I finally accepted what misfortunate, perverted, worthless cum wasteyard I am I always looked for new way of life to be humiliated, degraded and debased. I now love being humiliated and verbally maltreated and the shame that goes with it.
"That's it bitch, you like having your throat fucked don't you ? You like a real man's cock skull fucking you ? Raping your rima oris ? Yeah slut you fucking love the taste of tool. You stupid fucking cum guzzling adulteress. I bet you want me to cum in your throat don't you ? I bet you are looking forward to swallowing my spunk, having my sperm in your belly don't you ?"He shouted as he continued to rape my rima oris and throat."Oh yeah that's it you fucking bitch"
He suddenly pulled me hard onto his cock and again my centre bulged as his full duration forced it's way down his throat and again I found my nose buried in his musky pubic hair as he ground his pubic pearl against my face.
Tears were streaming down my face as I struggled to breath or choke around the hard turncock that was sealing my windpipe as he held it house in my gullet. Once, twice I felt his cock spasm in my throat before he pulled out. Just as his cock came out of my mouth the get-go jet of man succus pumped from his penis and back into my mouth. For what seemed like forever but was probably only a instant or so jet are jet of jizz hit me in the facial expression and hair as he emptied his balls.
Totally debased I was horrified when I realised that my cock wasn't just leaking pre cum now I too was emptying my nutsack on the laminate storey. My typeface and fuzz were covered in his sperm cell, the little that had entered my sassing dribbled out as I struggled to recover my hint. Too shocked, and appalled was I by my sexual assault that I didn't even have the energy to fold my mouth.
I felt sordid, used, humiliated, embarrassed and ashamed as I knelt there. I could finger his slimed spunk sliding down my face, dripping off of my Chin and landing on my chest of drawers, legs and stomach.
Finally he stood up."Well faggot, that was ok I suppose."He said as he stood up moved past me. Somehow that made it even worse. This wretched old man had used my mouth for his pleasure, debased and degraded me, humiliated me, forced me to take up his balls and cock and by the strait of it he barely enjoyed it. Again the tears started to flow."What are you crying for cum dump ? Were you hoping I'd let you drink my spunk ?"
"N…n….n.no Sir"I finally sobbed as I felt him tolerate directly behind me.
"Ha… Not likely, your not that secure of a cum slut yet. And don't try telling me you didn't like having my hammer in your throat beef I bet you loved it……oh ! I can see that you did"For the beginning time he noticed that I'd spewed my cum on his trading floor."You must ingest fucking liked it you silly lilliputian cocksucking faggot."
"pathos for you."
"Wha…w….what do you signify sir ?"Suddenly I was getting scared again. I didn't like the way his voice had suddenly gone cold again.
"You fucking made a quite a little on my fucking floor you BITCH !"he shouted."And did I fucking say you could fucking cum ?"I was too scared to move from my kneeling locating or to depend at him so I just looked down at the pool of my sperm on the floor.
"WELL ? !"
"N..no master !"I stammered.
"piece of tail faggot squawk !"He said as suddenly and without warning he kicked me hard in the balls from behind. The hurting was incredible and I collapsed sideway clutching and my balls. I was sure I was going to throw up and go across out from the pain. He just calmly stood over me and watched me crying and holding my wound and tenderized crank.
"Well your fucking clearing that up beef. Go on cum strumpet lick it up. I wan na see you drink your own bang sperm you lousy faggot cum guzzling bitch."He continued to stand over me."I mean NOW kick !"
I let go of my aching bollock and Lent forward from where I was laying on my side. Appalled by what I was about to do I stay put out my glossa and slowly licked up my jizz all the while fighting back the urge to be sick.
"Swallow it slut !"I took a deep breath and forced myself to live with. I had to get down twice as the first time it came back up. This was the first prison term I had swallowed anyone's spunk. Let alone my own. I hated the salty taste and the slimy texture made me feel sick.
"wellspring let's get you cleaned up whore"he said as he grabbed my upper arm and one-half lifted half dragged me through the bungalow to the rain shower. In my naivety I though to myself"Thank god, at least I can get his sperm off me"I was still repulsed by the look of it on my skin. footling did I clear how he intended to clean me up.
"Kneel down cum slut"he said, unwilling to put on the line being kicked in my aching Lucille Ball again I instantly dropped to my knees again looking down at the floor this time of the small exhibitioner cell. I saw his feet as he stood directly over me and suddenly I felt a jet of warm liquid hitting the top and back of my head.
I had thought this couldn't get worse but I instantly realised this wasn't water. He was actually pissing on me ! He was washing his spunk off of me with his water ! Again I was taken to new spirit level of debasement, debasement, and humiliation.
"expression up slut"I forced myself as disgusted as I was to shut down my oculus and look up. I felt his water hitting my face and running down over my dead body rising this old wrinkled disgusting man's sperm off of me."open your rima oris !"he demanded. I couldn't do this… I just couldn't. Instead of opening my mouth I shook my point.
"Nnn….n…no !"I spluttered trying to avoid the jet of weewee. Instantly I regretted it as again he kicked my balls. Again I fell sideways this time landing on my back in a pool of urine gasping. He immediately aimed his stream of golden piss directly into my open mouth even as I gasped for air.
I felt some go down my jazz pipe, I coughed once, twice, and felt the urine shoot past my diffused palate, into the back of my olfactory organ."Open your oral fissure now whore or I'll fucking kick you again !"I didn't have to told a third clock time. I forced my mouth exposed to accept his stream of piss. He filled my sass before pinching off the stream."Swallow !"I looked at him in horror but I could see in his middle that he meant it. I couldn't believe it. I was forcing myself to swallow another man's piddle.
I was disgusted at the warmth, the acrid preference, the olfactory sensation, everything but I forced it down my throat. I'm sure I could feel it go all the way down into my stomach. Again the watercourse started and again I was made to captivate it in my mouthpiece before swallowing the amber stream. Four times he made me swallow like that before pulling me up by my whisker and again forcing his stopcock deep into my sassing.
This meter he wanted to pee directly into my pharynx. I felt the disgusting liquid going down and I choked. Again I felt the liquid state rush up my throat into the back of my nose. Finally after what seemed care 60 minutes trapped in this nightmare although in realism it couldn't have been More than a few minutes he let me sag sideways to the floor where I wrapped my weaponry around my knees in the foetal position as he left the elbow room.

When was this nightmare ever going to end ? I wondered what my parents would say if they could see the situation I had gotten myself into. Lying defenseless, in the foetal position, in a pool of another man's urine.
After a few moments my maestro was back. Even now it amazes me how quickly I went from being a straight youth who called a man Bryan to a cock sucking, cum guzzling, piss imbibition, submissive faggot who thought of this man as his master.
"Get up beef !"again he dragged me to my foundation by my upper arm. He was fully dressed and as he dragged me back through the bungalow he thrust my clothes into my arms. Without even allowing me the gravitas ( god knows he'd stripped me of enough of that ) to get dressed he pushed me out the house still covered in his water."nooky off cum waste-yard !"he shouted as he pushed me out the door.
There I was stood on the street, naked, covered in pee, totally in cushion. Looking around I saw a man on the other slope of the road looking at me, lust obvious on his face. I instantly started running down the street. I passed two girls I knew from shoal who pointed and burst into laughter. I was mortified. I ran round the corner straight into and old distich whose look of disgust I'll never forget branded me with their scorn.
Finally I came to a row of garage where I was able to hide out long enough to dress out. It was only then that I was humiliated to see that he had kept my pugilist shorts, and even worse had cut the seat out of my jeans. I had to walk over a mile home, reeking of urine, whisker sticking to my head with my arse on show to anyone who cared to count.
Ashamed, degraded, debased, defiled and humiliated I walked nursing home knowing that anyone that saw me could reckon that I had been sucking cock, swallowing sperm and drinking piss.
When I finally arrived nursing home I sat at my desk in a total state of shock. I was just starting to suppose about going to the police force when I heard the email presentment sound on my figurer. I looked scared of what I was going to see… somehow instinctively knowing it would be my master.
Sure enough it was. He had one last surprise in store for me.
"Hello cum garbage dump, Please see the attached file cabinet. You'll notice you looked hot and because of the television camera angle you can actually see your cum you dirty faggot. I just thought I'd let you know about this in suit you had any silly ideas about going to the police. You are my cock sucking bitch now whore and if you tell anyone anything I'll put this TV on the cyberspace, and send it to everyone you know ! From now on you are at my beck and Call and don't you forget it you worthless cum guzzling faggot slut."
And sure enough there it was, the video file from the hidden camera I didn't know anything about. All of it caught it perfect digital form. As it happens I never did hear from him again. At to the lowest degree not directly. He used my body for his own pleasure and just drop me aside.
Looking back now I'm glad he did. Without him I'd never have discovered what a worthless dick sucking, cum guzzling, peeing boozing, turncock socket, faggot hussy I really am.




The End

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