HYDE Test1cles

Diary of a nobody- who knows nothing and enjoys life if in doubt ask... Open minded (sub/bottom). HMU

[hydetest1cles]

[ilikeamanwho]

[stekinakurma]

[chadvan]

So nice I wanna be in shower with him

[kingfather1962]

[daddybreedsotters]

I bet that furry ass smells really good!

[slutforbust]

[daddy-dave-smith]

shoulda had your mouth on it

[smokerforlife84]

[gaycouvin]

[jakespot7]

Uncle John's tongue pushed inside my mouth. The best feeling I had ever felt. Months of staying with him, flirting and walking around in next to nothing finally paid off. I couldn't tell you why I was so attracted to my Dad's older brother but I was.

Countless times I had stroked to him, said his name out loud when I came, gotten hard when he was in the room. I made it obvious, not trying to make him feel uncomfortable. He never seemed to mind the attention and now it was confirmed he wanted something too.

"You can't tell your dad about this," he said, breaking away and looking me in the eyes.

"I don't think he'd care," I replied.

A puzzled look appeared across his face. I moved my hand down his stomach and grabbed his crotch, he was hard.

"You feel about the same size," I smirked, I knew he understood what I was telling him.

"Naw, I don't believe you," he said as he gave an unbelieving chuckle.

I nodded my head, "For a few years now," I confessed.

I slowly went down in front of him and pulled his shorts down and let us cock free. My uncle's cock was just as fat as Dad's, maybe even fatter. I opened my mouth and put it inside and tasted the drops of pre-cum on the tip of him.

"Fuck Jason," he sighed as I went to work.

I moved up and down his shaft, getting it farther in my mouth with every pass. My hand cupped his balls and massaged them. My mind was racing, I was finally getting to taste him, taking care of his needs. It reminded me of Dad, and how close we had gotten.

I ran my hands up his stomach into his hairy chest and squeezed. He was strong, thick and sexy. He was mine, at least for this moment. I looked up at him, his eyes were glued to me.

"Your Dad?" He asked, I sucked.

I pulled off, "Yeah, anytime we get a chance. That freak you out?" I asked before burying my face under his balls and licking them.

"No, I guess not. I just can't imagine him being okay with this," he replied.

I could taste my Uncle's salty skin as we talked. "He wasn't at first, we had to build up to it. But once he let go that's all he wanted," I told him. "And then he couldn't get enough. He said that me being his son made it even better."

"Shit, it does. It makes it better you're my brother's kid," my uncle told me.

"I know," I said with a smirk before taking his cock back in my mouth and swallowing it as far as I could.

[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#73

“I really need to fuck something hard and dump a week’s worth of baby batter. I have been driving for two days straight surviving on caffeine and other things, and now I’m tired. I know if I lay down I will still be too wired to sleep. I need to get my nut; that always puts me to sleep. Look this place is empty. No customer is coming in until dinner. Now get the fuck over there and lock up. Go on now. I’m starting to get a chubby. It may not be long, but it definitely stretches a cunt good. My semi is around back in the back parking lot. Let’s go. After I nut and roll off of you, get out and let me sleep. But I know you queers. You’ll probably want to jerk off. That’s fine as long as you are quick and quiet. Don’t bother if you are a noisy cummer. And clean up your mess before you leave.”

[northerncock]

[northerncock]

[hardkink7]

Free Text : spending time in a BDSM Dungeon with My Master !

week 10 : Day 3 on 7 : acts that this slave would like to try with his Master !

this week, this faggot slave will present 7 acts he would really like to experience with His Master but doesn't currently do. of course, You will understand, My Dear Friends who read and like my posts, that only the Master decides what He wishes to do with this slave, how and when He intends to progress with "it", and that the slave is, at most, a discreet and humble source of suggestions ! 🙏😍🔒

this humble slave would love to offer His Master, and he's certain it will happen one day, a time in a real BDSM Dungeon with "heavy" and "strong" accessories like this "slave presentation stand" or this "pillory".

in particular, the pillory is an instrument the slave cherishes and has had the chance to use twice in his BDSM life. 🧎🏼‍♀️🧎🏼‍♀️🔗🔒

immobilization is simple, quick, but total and without any possible escape. 🧎🏻🧎🏻🔗🔒

the body of the faggot slave is perfectly exposed and offered front and back, top and bottom, and the feeling of being unable to get out of this situation is just TOTAL !

🙏😍🔒

i am His slave, He is My Master and Owner and i obey !

thanks My Dear Master and Owner !

🔗🔒😈

[malebndg]

This is nice houseboy attire. I like locking codpiece chastity shorts with locking waist and thigh belts. I'd wire up some creative remote electro and/or vibrating devices underneath where the boy cannot access them without his shorts being unlocked. Then Sir can "call" the boy from his phone or incentivize him as needed.

[hypnomastersteve]

Hey boys so just a few notes first. This script is more or less a short story that describes a hypothetical in-person session between us. It isn't a direct induction, but as youre reading along, you will most likely be playing along with the story. I dont wanna spoil too much by giving you too much info here, but you should know that there are elements of bondage and chastity involved in the story. That being said, i recommend that you get in a comfortable, relaxing place where you will not be disturbed for the next half hour before reading. Enjoy the story, boys.

Like most of my good boys, you've probably been enjoying my spirals since the moment you came across my profile. Each time you gaze into my spirals, it becomes easier and easier to just get completely lost in them. But what if I were there with you showing you my amazing spirals in person? The thought of that has probably come across all of your minds at some point. And as much as I'd love to hypnotize all of my boys in person, there's only so much time in the day.

Today's your lucky day, though, boy, because Master Steve has some free time to come over to your place. As we're messaging each other and hashing out all the details of the session, you can feel the excitement building up. 

I message you saying that I'm on my way, and shortly thereafter, you hear a knock on the door. You might feel a little nervous, but once you open the door and see me, a calming feeling sweeps over your body. We say our hellos and begin talking, but I can sense that you're still a little nervous.

"Awe why don't we move you over towards your bed. You can sit up for now, but I want you to let your arms rest by your sides and keep your feet flat on the floor."

You follow those suggestions, knowing that it will help calm your nerves and make you feel more and more relaxed. 

"Now boy, I want you to remain seated on your bed and breathing deeply. I have s special surprise that I think you'll like."

You notice me reaching into the backpack I brought with me. I pull something small out of the bag and sit down next to you on the bed. Your gazes keep moving between my own eyes and the mysterious pendulum that I'm holding in my hand. 

"Lemme make it easier on you. Look into my eyes for a minute, boy". As your eyes lock onto mine, I slowly pull the pendulum up. "Now shift your attention to the pendulum, boy. Watch it swing back and forth and let it completely captivate your attention".

Between my hypnotic gaze and my swinging pendulum, you begin to notice a heavy, sleepy feeling enveloping your entire body. Its overwhelming your senses and weakening you to the point where you absolutely need to lay down in your bed. 

"Go ahead and rest for me, boy. Lay down on your back and allow your body to sink deep into that comfortable bed of yours." 

Your body is becoming so much heavier that it's becoming impossible to move. You're welcome to try as I grab something else out of my backpack, but we both know that you're not going anywhere. 

In my hands are a pair of restraints. They each a have sturdy metal chains, but soft cuffs on each end. I tie one end of the cuffs to each corner of the foot of your bed and bring the other end of the cuffs up onto the bed.

"Spread your legs out, boy" I say with a firm, commanding voice.

All you can mutter is a soft "Yes Master" as you feel the other end of the cuffs being wrapped around your ankles. All you can do is lay in bed and watch as I grab another pair of cuffs, this time for your arms. 

"Spread your arms out in the same way as your legs. You're going to give me full control of your entire body"

It's hard to figure out why this is the case, but you just can't say no to me. You just mindlessly lay there as I tie down your hands to the top 2 corners of your bed. 

"That's much better now, isnt it, boy?"

Once again all you can say is a simple "Yes Master" as you see me reach into my bag for yet another fun surprise. 

"In a minute, I'm gonna put this nice set of virtual reality goggles over your eyes. Once they're on, the only thing you will be able to see is one of my spirals. I suppose you could try to close your eyes, but wouldn't it feel so much better to get lost in the spiral? Of course it will. So be a good boy and stare into My spiral. I'll be back in 10 minutes to take the VR goggles off."

A short time later, you notice the spiral fading away and you become aware of your surroundings. That little voice inside your head keeps repeatedly telling you that obedience is pleasure. 

"Someone's been enjoying themselves." I joke as I draw your attention to your throbbing hard cock. "I imagine you probably wanna take care of that. It's a shame you're still tied up."

I get back up and head towards my bag one last time, all while you relentlessly moan and beg for me to untie you. You want to release so badly but I have different plans for you, boy.

Out of the bag comes a nice sturdy cage that is perfectly fit for that cock of yours. All you can do is lay there and watch as I slip it around your cock, lock it up, and put the key on my keychain. 

"Good boy. Doesnt that feel much better now? Now I'm gonna untie your hands, but before I untie your feet, I'm gonna need you to do a few things for me. Until you complete these commands, I will continue to hold the key to your release."

If you're still reading this post like the good boy you are, you know that you cannot cum without my permission.

1st) you will like this post.

2nd) you will re-post it with the phrase "Master Steve gives me pleasure". 

And the 3rd one is a little more complicated so pay attention, boys

     -If you DO have a chastity cage, you will put it on and send me a picture of you locked up (you can blur or not show your face if you want to stay anonymous-ish)

   -If you DON'T have a cage, you will start to feel compelled to do some research and look into chastity cages. (You don't absolutely have to buy one..just look into it for a couple of minutes)

Once you have completed these 3 tasks, you will mindlessly scroll back up to the video of my spiral or pendulum and cum for Master Steve. 

[lagodilot]

[lagodilot]

[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#170

“OK, that evil truck driver has agreed to leave you here. You won’t have to worry about him raping you every night. We came to an agreement. He decided to leave you here with me on one condition. You know what that was? Follow me....

"No. I don’t have anything for you to wear. You should have thought about grabbing something other than his keys from the truck before bolting from his cab. Don’t worry, we’ll put something together later. This is my business here. I run a motel and diner in the middle of nowhere in Western Montana. I make the rules here. Which is why I get to always have a cigar in my mouth.

"Here we are; into the bathroom here. My place caters to one thing and one thing only, the needs of men, or rather the deviant needs of twisted men. I gave that trucker his keys back, but kept the remote. He won’t be shocking you with that dog collar any more; I will be. Faggot, don’t look at me like that. You do realize you escaped from a trucker and turned yourself into very the man he was going to sell you to? That was incredibly stupid. I mean when you ran into my lobby wearing nothing but that collar and the cock cage begging me to save you, weren’t you surprised that I was totally calm and didn’t react outraged? You are a dumb one. It’s a good thing your mind isn’t what the men around here want to use.

"Let me tell you what living hell you have begged to be a part of. First, I am way more sadistic than that driver, whose only thing is rough fucking with that battering ram of his. Once your cunt became a sloppy gape, he wanted to get rid of you. Kinda boring if you ask me. He’s not even into piss. That should tell you everything. But do you know who is into piss? I am. And you know who else? You are. If you are not, well that sucks for you, because this is where you will be spending most of your training at night. See that middle urinal. There’s a piss puddle in the bottom. That’s your trucker’s piss. I watched him unload a gallon of it. Get in there and start licking. Begin with cleaning the porcelain.

"Faggot, that hesitation is going to cost you. A firm hand to the back of your head should work. I know it’s working on getting my dick hard. I have to take it out whenever I’m treating a shithead like a piece of shit. Get that tongue going. Yeah, I have a cigar in my mouth, my dick in one hand, and the remote to your shock collar in the other. Life doesn’t get any better. A little electricity should get that tongue going…. And it does! See how this goes now? I give you an order, and you fulfill it. It really is that easy.

"What do you say to me,… without pulling your face out of that urinal? You can drop the ‘Sir’ shit. Refer to me as ‘Boss’ as in ‘Yes Boss’ or ‘Right away Boss.’ While I am thinking of it, I do have a safe word, it’s ‘More, Boss.’ Whenever you feel that I am crossing that limit, say those words. Now hold still, I’m going to add some of my piss to that puddle. I’m also going to piss all over you, to mark my territory. Oh man that’s fucking hot. The sound of your sobs perfectly echoes out from the urinal. What you are doing now is what your role will be for a long time. Every night, I have a bonfire for my guests. This is the bathroom they will use. Your job is to keep it spit clean. Yes, you will clean out those three urinals and those two toilets with your mouth.

"The men coming in here will also use your holes if they want. Most of them use the fag slaves at the bonfire to drink their piss. The ones that come in here are probably here to shit. I am not into scat, so I will let you flush that down when the men are done with it. And I do that because I’m a nice guy. So don’t fucking piss me off. You will be their toilet paper though; I think that’s reasonable. That’s why we have a rim seat in here.

"Did I just hear you right? Did you just say ‘Yes Boss’? Fag you are learning! Now arch your back and show me your cunt. Keep cleaning though. Now that is one hell of a gape. That puts a wrench into things. You see, every new fag is broken in with a gang bang. All the guests and the men that work here will breed your cunt. Even the other slaves wearing strap-ons will get a piece. With a gape like that, you aren’t going to be suffering enough.

"I know, pull away from the urinal. Crawl over there and under the rimseat…. You get to eat my shithole while I play with your gaping cunt. While I am sitting, get your legs up in the air and show me that hole. That’s so fucking pretty. Get that tongue in me deep. Feel that on your cunt? That’s my cigar smoke being blown over your hole. You like that don’t you? That’s right. Wait, did you just call me ‘Cigar Boss’? I like that. A lot! I take it you like cigars. Figured.

"Damn fag, I’m beginning to really like you. The thing is that I don’t want to. You still need to be punished for running away from the trucker. Runaways are a big no-no. If you did that while you are here, the punishment is castration. No for you, I have something different. You know why I like cigars? That’s a rhetorical question, keep eating my shithole. I love the taste, but they serve a completely different purpose. See, I love to singe hair off of fags. Your trucker rightfully removed your hair. Cigars also are used to burn skin, and faggot I am going to brand you tonight. Right before the gang bang, it is tradition that all slaves get branded in the exact same spot, their piss slit. I want you to know who fucking owns you. Normally the slave is kept unaware, but faggot, you need to be punished good. That trucker wanted to be the first at you tonight, and I want you suffering. And you will be. See, I have a red hot cigar in my hand, and you have an exposed cunt that needs to be in pain only a few inches away. Better start screaming, because this is going to hurt.”

[thinking-mans-submissive]

Nothing has ever felt more natural. 

It would be weird to describe something so instinctive as satisfying. Is it satisfying to breath? Still, I am surprised at how pleasurable it is to use him sexually and how instinctive it is to hurt him - to push just past that point in my mind that warns “stop”. I blame him; he fucking provokes and invites it. But he’s a grown man; it’s his funeral.

Any thoughts I’d had about it being awkward or contrived seem ridiculous in hindsight. He obeys my orders as easily as I give them, and it gets me so fucking hard. 

He looks so beautiful when he’s cowering beneath me, if such a thing can be said about an old faggot with a dad-bod. That’s been the biggest surprise - the effect he has on my cock and libido despite his mediocre looks. 

The fag kissing the backs of my feet is easily twice my age and “successful,” according to him - good job, comfortable life, nice house. If he was trying to impress me, it doesn’t. What impresses me is his willingness to throw it all away in service to me. What would his friends, family, and co-workers say if they could see him now - so eager for my abuse, so grateful for the marks I leave on his body?

A better question is what would my bros say if they saw me pounding an old faggot’s ass? I’m pretty sure after the initial shock that they’d want a go at him too. But what they’d do to him would come from hate and fear, and I won’t allow that. I don’t hate or fear my faggot; I understand him, and he understands me like no one else.

I’m very possessive and protective of what we have. Someday, I’ll get the fuck out of this shitty town and have a boyfriend. In the meantime, I’ve got the perfect cum-dump. Maybe I can work all this aggression out of my system now and be ready to have a real relationship with a cute twink when I’m settled in a new city with a new beginning. 

But I’ll miss the attentive way his tongue feels tracing the ridges of my body. It’s so pathetic and yet beautiful to see how worshipful he is - how needy he is for my praise, my cum, my fists. I may never fully understand why beating him make me so god damn hard. But right now it doesn’t matter. I’m young. He’s old. My life is ahead of me with unlimited potential. His will be over when I’m done with him. I’m everything to him and he’s just a stepping-stone in my life. It’s a perfectly natural symbiosis.