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“Bark.” Julian whispered into Greg’s ear as he pinned him into submission. The two wrestlers were meeting for the first time in the gym’s practice room.

“Fuck you, dude. I give up. Let me go.” Greg was surprised Julian was able to dominate him so easily. It was common for wrestlers to mess with eachother after they beat the other guy. Greg was starting to get pissed that Julian wasn’t letting up.

“I don’t let my bitches go til they bark.” Julian teased Greg as he pushed his groin into Greg’s hips. He laughed as he watched his reaction.

“This isn’t funny, dude! Get the fuck off!” Greg frantically tried to break free from his grip. Julian began to grind Greg’s waist into the ground. The friction between the ground and Greg’s cock was causing Greg to panic.

“Alright dude. Fine. Woof, woof. Happy faggot? Get the fuck off.” Greg said. He felt weak and vulnerable as the friction against his singlet and the mat was causing him to get an erection.

“Not so fast dude. You call me a faggot? I think we’re going to have some fun instead. I can see through queers like you, Greg. We both know you’re a little bitch.” Julian said as he began rhythmically dry humping Greg. Greg felt Julian press his growing penis against his ass, but couldn’t stop it. He began to panic as his own cock got harder as it bounced against the mat with each of Julian’s thrusts.

Greg helplessly laid below Julian’s body listening to him speak in his ear. “I want to feel you grinding against this mat faggot. You’re not getting up til you cum underneath me.” Julian explained to a humiliated Greg.

Greg attempted to break free one last time. “Fuck you Julian! Let me go! This isn’t funny!” He screamed as he pushed with all his strength to break free. Greg fought and fought to break free until his body went limp. He gave up one last time. Julian whispered in his ear “You have one choice faggot.” Greg was defeated.

As Julian held him down, Greg was motionless. Just as Julian thought he might have to apply more pressure, he felt Greg slowly begin to grind against the mat.

“That’s it, bitch. Grind those hips into the mat for daddy.” Julian said as Greg began breathing deeply as he ground his dick into the mat. Greg was humiliated and felt Julian’s cock grow as he unintentionally grinded his ass against the superior man. “Breath in my scent while you grind against my dick faggot.” Julian pushed Greg’s face into his armpit as Greg continued fucking the mat. Lust and confusion began to flood Greg’s body.

“You are such a good boy. We’re gonna have some fun once you cum bitch. Work those hips for me. Rub my cock with your ass cheeks.” Julian teased Greg as it was becoming clearer that Greg was enjoying himself. “I’m gonna cum. Fuck dude, I’m gonna cum!” Greg moaned as he continued grinding his hips against the mat. His face blushed as he submitted to the pleasures engulfing his body.

Upon hearing Greg’s words, Julian quickly changed positions and held an exposed Greg so that his dick was openly straining against his uniform. Precum had embarrassingly pooled around the bulge of his uniform.

“Not so fast bitch. I want to hear you beg to cum like a little bitch.” Julian told Greg as frustration, humiliation and feelings of submission flooded his body. “Please dude. Stop fucking with me. I’m begging you.” Greg whined as his dick yearned to grind against the mat.

Julian began to tighten his grip. “You can do better than that boy. Bark like a bitch in heat, and I think you’ll be ready to take my dick up your ass.” “Fuck you! I’m not gay!” Greg screamed out as Julian tightened his grip and stretched him out. He looked weak and pathetic.

“AHHHH, PLEASE LET ME CUM DUDE. Woof! Woof! Fuck! PLEASE!” Julian quickly pushed Greg face down onto the mat. “Of course, ladies always cum first faggot.” Julian laughed. Greg felt Julian rip rip a hole in the ass of his singlet. “And then you get to pump my cum out with that pussy.”

Julian pushed Greg’s crotch into the ground with his hips. He felt Greg struggle below him. The Lycra and mat combined to torture Greg’s cock as it strained for orgasm. “That’s it boy. Hump that mat and rub your ass on daddy’s dick.” Julian growled into Greg’s ear.

Greg began moaning as the sensation of Julian’s dick pressing against his asshole combined with the straining of his cock against the mat flooded his body. “You want daddy’s cock in you boy? Be a good faggot and beg me to fuck you. I’ll reward you with cum in your ass.”

Greg was broken. He continued writhing his cock against the mat as he worked his way towards a climax. Every time he pushed back, he found himself pressing himself against Julian’s cockhead. Three hard slaps to his ass broke his trance. “I said beg for me to fuck your cunt bitch.” Julian sneered as the faggot moved below him in ecstasy.

“Please fuck me. Please fuck my cunt Julian!” Greg yelled with shame.

“Whose a faggot?” Julian continued teasing Greg’s asshole as he increased the pressure of his cockhead against him.

“I’m a faggot! Please let me cum. Fuck me! Please!” Greg couldn’t believe himself. He was humiliated but lusted for Julian to enter him.

Julian savored his submission with one last order. “Start barking bitch.”

Greg began barking as Julian looked down at him with a smirk. Greg was humiliated as he begged another man to fuck his cunt. What would his teammates think? His girlfriend? His parents?

“That’s right. That’s a good girl. Keep barking bitch.” Julian rubbed Greg’s ass as Greg tried his best to satisfy his new master. His face glew with embarrassment. Greg continued barking and felt pressure against his hole build.

“Nothing but a faggot bitch in heat.” Julian whispered into Greg’s ear as he slammed his cock into the faggot’s hole. Greg’s barking turned into a loud whimper as Julian’s cock broke through his hole. He rapidly began fucking him. “Ahhh, fuuuuck fuuuuuuck fuuuuuck. Holy shit dude.” Greg couldn’t control his words.

“Yeah that’s right bitch. No need to bark any more. Moan while you ride my cock.” Julian watched as his new faggot’s pussy adjusted to his cock. Greg began riding Julian’s dick, and found his body pulsating with feelings of pleasure. Almost instantly, he felt an orgasm shoot through his body. Cum began spewing from his dick, filling the front of his torn singlet and leaking onto the mat.

“What a faggot. Cumming while you’re getting fucked by another man on a wrestling mat? Let’s move you over so you can clean up your mess.” Julian pushed Greg’s face into the puddle of cum that laid on the mat, and continued fucking him.

“Lick it all up faggot. Daddy’s about to breed his newest bitch. Let’s hear my well-trained bitch beg for it.” The broken Greg began to beg for Julian’s cum as he licked up his own. The pressure on his prostate continued to send unfamiliar waves of ecstasy throughout his body.

“Please! Cum in me! Please!” Greg began whimpering as he licked up his faggot juice.

“Let me hear some barks bitch. Beg for my cum to enter your pussy.”

“Wooof! Woof! Please cum in my pussy.” Greg felt his ass twitch as Julian’s pulsing cock sent wave after wave of cum into his guts. Julian drove his dick deep into his new faggot, savoring the image of a broken Greg writhing below him.

Julian allowed his dick to soften in Greg’s ass as Greg laid face down, ass up in his own filth. Once he pulled out, he quickly stood up and walked in front of Greg. “Clean off your pussy juices boy.”

Greg burned with humiliation as Julian waved his cock in his cock at him. His body ached with defeat. He didn’t want to do it, but knew it was his new role as a faggot. Greg slowly wrapped his lips around the dick. Julian smiled as he made him lick his cock. He commanded Greg to lick the length of his penis, his balls, and the sweat out of his ass. Once Greg finished lapping up the fluids, Julian put back on his own uniform.

Greg stared up at Julian with his gaping ass in the air. It was clear to Julian that his boy didn’t want their moment to be over. “Good job today faggot. Let me see my bitch wiggle his ass one last time.” Greg did as he was told. He was broken and knew his life would never be the same.

“I’ll see you tomorrow faggot. I’m taking your clothes with me today. I think you need to confirm everyone’s suspicions and wear that fag uniform out of here.”

Julian slapped Greg’s shaking, torn ass as he walked out of the room.

“Good game, faggot.”

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The other day I had the most humiliating exam of my life. I hadn’t jerked off for a few days beforehand, but I didn’t think it would be a big deal, because I hadn’t popped a boner during a doctors appointment since high school. I was confident that I was fully in control of my cock, but clearly my cock is the one controlling me. The moment I had to strip down to my boxers, I started to tent them out. I tried desperately to breathe deeply and control myself, but I stiffened up to full mast in no time at all. When the doctor came in, I was sitting there awkwardly, my hands pressed intomy lap to hide my arousal. I’m sure he knew what was going on, but he didn’t mention it - yet. He asked me to stand for an eye test, and I reluctantly complied. I hopped off the exam table hunched over with my hands clasped in my crotch, still vainly trying to hide my hard-on. “Stand up straight, please.” My doctor said. I sighed and did as he asked, moving my hands to my sides. My cock tented out my loose boxers at an obscene angle, pushing open the fly enough to reveal an inch or two of my shaft. Worse, all my running had gotten me even harder, and there was a shiny dollop of precum leaking through and dripping down my bulge. My doctor did the eye exam without saying anything about it, but when he got to the pelvic exam he voiced his concern. “Do you always have a problem with erections?” I was slightly stunned and extremely embarrassed. “What kind of problem? Like not getting it up?” “No, clearly you don’t have that kind of issue. I mean, do you feel as if you have a sensitivity problem?” I blushed. “Uh, maybe…” My doctor sat down at his desk and pulled a checklist out from a drawer. “I see. How many times a day do you achieve an erection? More than 20?” “Oh, yeah, probably.” I said. Even just the friction of my pants or a department store underwear catalog was enough to get me raging hard. “How many times do you ejaculate in a week?” I paused to count. “Maybe about 30.” “30?” My doctor asked, incredulous. “You ejaculate four times a day?” I avoided his gaze. “Yeah…I guess…” My erection showed no signs of subsiding. If anything, it had only gotten harder, and it throbbed with every beat of my heart. “Um, right, next is…have you ever had what you could consider a premature ejaculation, and if yes, how often.” “Pretty often.” I admitted. My doctor frowned. He stood up again and walked over to me. “I’m going to do a quick exam.” He said. “What kind of exam?” “I’m just going to check your penis for any physical deformity.” My cock lurched, and another drop of slick precum oozed out. “S-sure.” I stammered. He slipped on a nitrile glove and hooked his finger around the base of my penis like a ring. Then he squeezed a few times in succession. I grunted. “Does that hurt?” “It doesn’t quite hurt…” “Ah, I see…I’ll finish this up quickly then.” I was afraid to admit that I might finish before he did. He moved his hand progressively up my shaft, and I got closer and closer to orgasm each time. “Can you at least let me take my boxers off?” The material was getting really slippery and wet, which was only increasing my pleasure. “No need, I’m almost finished.” He gripped my cockhead in his hand and squeezed a few times. “Ah, hey, wait…fuck!” My cockhead was incredibly sensitive, and this attention sent me right over the edge of no return. I began to ejaculate heavily, right in front of my doctor. Thick white cum soaked through the front of my boxers as I shot jet after jet into them. My doctor had removed his hand and was watching in shock. I panted and grunted, unable to stop myself as I orgasmed hard, desperate for relief from my torturous erection. By the time I was done, my boxers were ruined and cum was dripping off them and onto the shiny tile floor. My doctor snapped out of his trance and handed me a single paper towel that did nothing to clean up the mess. “It seems like you’re considerably below average in sexual stamina.” He began after I had calmed myself down a bit and my erection had softened into a semi. “You meet all the diagnostic criteria for a severe premature ejaculator. In fact, you’re the worst case I’ve ever seen.” I was humiliated, thinking about how now “premature ejaculator” would be on my medical history forever for every doctor to snicker at. It was bad enough that my exes had told all of our friends. He recommended a numbing cream to try and train with so that I could learn to edge, and sent me on my way. Last night I tried to use the cream, but just trying to rub the cream onto my penis got me so overstimulated that I blew my load before I could even finish applying it all. Maybe I’m doomed to be a premature ejaculator for the rest of my life…

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sorry to get personal on this blog But..sometimes i imagine i have a boyfriend and i wake up at six am after a night of drinking a//cohol and i wake him up too like i grab onto him and shake him and he wakes up and he needs to piss really bad;;;;; but the toilet is so far away..... and i offer him to piss in my mouth so i drink it all and he says yes and whips his cock out some piss leaking from the tip and he starts pissing into my mouth so hard and so much his piss tastes delicious but in the middle of it i close my mouth and the piss gets everywhere;;;;;;;over the sheets over the bed over me Everywhere;; and he is moaning and cant stop and keeps on pissing and then he finishes pissing and looks down at me like "come here naughty little kitten" and puts me over his knee over his piss soaked pants and spanks me hard.....

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*There's nothing noticeably different in the bathroom. Noticeably anyway.*

“this is one of your pranks, right?” 

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Take the chance to figure out what I did?

“yes...”

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momota-kun:

you kidding? that’s the best kind! alright, let’s get this pocky day started. well, officially started for me, anyway. i’m not sure if you’ve shared it with anyone else besides me, after all.

no, i haven’t asked anyone else yet... i haven’t opened this box yet, either. 

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Good luck with that dude. In the meantime, don't go into your bathroom.

“what...” he turns to his bathroom door. “did you do to my bathroom?”

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What if one of these days it's not me though....

“i will have to propose a new theory.” 

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akamatsu-san:

   SHE RETURNED HIS SMILE with one of her own before pulling out the chair next to him && taking a seat. glancing over to the table spot next to her, she examined the book as shuichi flipped through it. a lot of the pages were filled with types of puzzles that she wasn’t too familiar with, but she did recognize a few of them, like the ones that were in newspapers ( not that she really read those anymore ).

     ❝ it’s fine! besides, you looked like you were enjoying yourself. maybe i will join in though. ❞ she focused on the book once again, then pointed to one of the pages with a familiar layout. ❝ this is a sudoku puzzle right? the one with all the nines? ❞

once she picked out a spot, saihara stopped flipping through the pages. sudoku was a puzzle he preferred to solve, as it took a bit more thinking than a simple wordsearch. there were a few pages that only had half-finished sudoku puzzles, but the one kaede picked out was completely blank. 

“ah...” for a second, he tries to imagine what he looks like when he’s enjoying himself. he smiles once she agrees to join him. “yes. a sudoku puzzle... do you know how to do them?” 

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Dweeb~

he looked down at his watch. this was such a routine, at this point saihara was checking the time to see if it also happened at the same time of day. it was. 

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rises out of the ashes

[hyakunana]

The Orionids meteor shower is happening this weekend, but it’s cloudy…. so my boys are watching it in my place

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harukawa-san:

though it is foolish,  she’s glad that saihara finds her so trustworthy that he can be at ease in her presence–  even the slightest thing reminds her of her true nature,  something so simple as someone allowing her inside their residence or someone closing their eyes and relaxing despite her being nearby.  it’s so nonsensical,  yet it’s something that she appreciates  (  something alarmingly reassuring.  )

she’s poised to leave already,  though she remains attentive as he speaks,  his excitement seems to be both evident and contagious.  she finds herself wanting to leave soon,  though not out of any dislike for saihara–  no,  it is instead out of a desire for their outing to begin.  as he informs her of the café’s name  (  glancing upwards,  for some reason or other  )  she can’t help but note the wordplay;  how endearing.

his question garners little other than a raised eyebrow,  the question  (  though posed out of courtesy  )  is one of a rather pointless nature.  she answers,  regardless of its redundancy.    ❝  i’m ready when you are.  ❞    and in her words there is truth,  in every sense of the word–  she cannot head to their destination without knowing its location,  after all.

even without maki’s verbal confirmation, saihara would start walking anyways, knowing that they were both ready. her answer only made him feel less foolish for asking a question that unnecessary. maybe it was because he’s a detective, that he has a habit of asking too many questions. it was hard to see on her face, but he could tell the lightest hint of excitement, which only amplified his own. 

they were both usually very reserved in how they express emotions. the two of them walking together like this, they both looked almost as if they were about to explode. it was a silly image. he spent a good amount of time memorizing the location, so there wasn’t a need to look at the small paper in his pocket. the walk to the front of the school was relatively quiet- a comforting silence, instead of an awkward one. he never minded when things grew quiet with maki. 

he opened the door for her, letting maki leave the school before him. he raised a hand pointing in the direction they’d be walking. “it’s just a little ways that way.” a little meaning a five or so minute walk. ten if they decided to take their sweet time. 

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Just make a mess of me again I’m inside out, I’m off the ground You got me going kinda mental But I’m into it, so I submit to you

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akamatsu-san:

     ❝ oh i’m sorry! i’ll be louder next time. ❞

   SHE WASN’T ACTUALLY SURE whether she came in with a big volume or a small one, not that it probably mattered. if he got too engrossed with his work ( as she often did when playing or even being anywhere near a piano ) it wouldn’t have mattered how much noise she made – he wouldn’t have noticed her anyways. she couldn’t say for certain that he would be the same way, but her hypothesis remained. ❝ you can keep working if you want, i’ll try to be quiet. ❞

he gave a soft smile, flipping through the pages of his puzzle book for a moment. kaede was always considerate when it came to him, something that he couldn’t help but smile at, as it made him feel at ease. the book itself was filled with many different kinds of puzzles- crossword, word scramble, sudoku, and some others. he was just doing these to pass the time, since there wasn’t really much else for him to do at the moment. he holds the book so it’s a bit more in kaede’s view. 

“you don’t have to do if you don’t want. these aren’t really anything important... but if you wanted to join me, i wouldn’t mind.” 

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