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Im 6’2″ , with a bit of a gut and a lot of body hair. Inside, Im a smooth little t**** who dreams of being kept chained naked in a real man’s basement dungeon. When i was a teen I met a man online and went to his house. I stripped bare assed and knelt on his porch with my hands behind my head and waited until my knees hurt for him to arrive. After he handcuffed and blindfolded me and dragged me to his cellar i was given the most visceral several hours of my life. He even made a tape but i never saw it.

Since then ive longed to reach the same high but never had the balls. I constantly dream now of stripping naked in a parking lot, climbing into a trunk bound and gagged, and taken away forever. Maybe my Master is out there somewhere. Until then the excitement and the shame make me rock hard and keep me dreaming.

I dont want to be forgiven. I want to be judged. Tell me what you think of my pathetic, depraved desires.

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When I was younger, about 16, I was insatiable and as a result of having my first anonymous hookup with another kid that was 16 (off omegle of all things) I sought to have more.
In this effort I downloaded Grindr and lied about being 18, eventually finding someone who hosted an anon darkroom not even 5 minutes away and who was more than happy leaving their door unlocked and a** ready. After I was invited over and tentatively entered their place I immediately set about u*********, going to nothing in a minute and slowly started up the steps to his room. Once in his room I was approached in the dark by him – a 30-something yr old man who was equally as naked but twice my size – and he reached down and started to blow me once he settled on his knees. Within minutes once I was sufficiently erect I prodded him onto the bed and had him bend over, eventually sliding in without any additional lubrication and begun to – at the age of 16 – f*** this older mans a**. I went for about 20 minutes by my estimation and slowly over the course of the f****** went from doggy, to sideways to having him lie fully down whilst I went to town on him.
Eventually I finished in him and got up and left. Once home I gushed to him about how much fun it was and how I appreciated him taking a chance with me, with some more conversation eventually leading to my age being revealed and – to my own surprise – him revealing that he’d prefer it if we kept going in spite of it. I’d meet him continuously, probably once to 3 times a month or even multiple times in the same week until I moved away at 18. I never saw his face but I remember being inside him so vividly.