Focus…part 1

Y’know, prison ruins you for women. Yeah, they’re fun to fuck…but once you know a man’s ass is tighter than a woman’s pussy and he’ll fight you as you take him instead of cry and plead, you find that when you cum it’s like you never have, before. It makes you blind, for a second.

That’s why, when I saw this guy in the locker room at the gym changing into his workout gear, I called my old cellmates and sent them this photo…

Turned out they were as horny as me, so we agreed to take him for a ride, after he was done at the gym….

The Mormon…

When he came a-knockin’…with somethin’ he was hawkin’…

I saw his bod was rockin’, so brought him in for tea…

That’s when I bound and gagged him. Then he knew this was no whim…

For even though he’s quite dim, he’s exactly right for me…

Pleasure…

You’re gonna be ours, tonight, no matter how hard you fight…

We’ll use you in so many ways, and keep you for so many days…

And once we are totally done, we’ll let you back out in the sun…

Because when there’s beauty like yours, we want to make sure there’s encores.

Natural progression

There are reasons why this…

…should lead to this…

…and then to this…

Guys just need to be shown what they truly want — to be used and brought to nirvana in the finest way possible. Once they’ve experienced it, they’ll come back for more. I should know; I’ve tested the theory more than once.

See…want…have…

You’re the one we want, tonight…and we know that you’ll try to fight…but six can overcome your might…and soon we’ll have you tied down tight.

This cubby hole is all we need, and your cries will be buried by a gag applied with speed…so now you’ll satisfy our greed…

Decisions…

When I saw him working out at the gym, it wasn’t a whim to take on his…limb…

But he said Nope, so I used my rope to give me some hope and started to grope…

He fussed and fought, despite being caught, his struggles for naught. What I wanted, I got…

And made him all mine. Oh, he was divine, and just once did he whine. Now he’s my concubine.

A visit…part one…

I saw him in the hotel, on his balcony. I was staying one floor below and diagonal to his room. He didn’t see me in the shadows, and that was good. If he had…if he had noticed the hunger and need on my face…he might have locked the sliding glass door when he went back inside.

So I waited till his lights went off. Stood there nearly an hour, silently tearing a shirt into strips I could bind him with, letting myself be driven closer and closer to madness from desire. By this time it was well after midnight…but there would be no sleep for me…or him, once I climbed up and snuck inside.

Having it…

I love grabbing straight biker boiz who think they’re too butch to be used by a fag. Tie up up, Strip them in stages. Let my fingers explore every part of their body as they squirm and grunt and snarl at me. Expose them, completely, before getting them off…and they always let me get them off.

It doesn’t take much to get a straight guy hard. A few words, some lies to let him think that’s all you want, tender caresses in places his girl friend never touches. Soon he thinks, “Ain’t much I can do about it so better to play along.”

Then while he’s savoring having cum all over himself, and before he can even think that you’ve got needs too, you slap him face down, spread his cheeks and BAM! Your turn for pleasure….for as long as you want…