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Any plans for Halloween?

After all the support calls around Halloween, I really don't feel like having a Halloween party anymore. But tomorrow is a holiday, of course I don't want to waste the evening… I feel like fun and hard sex… But no costumes. Honest masculinity. Leather, yes I think that's what I'm in the mood for tonight. A young, fit fellow in black leather. Maybe a few years older. About mid-thirties. Not a daddy. Let's see what kind of presets there are. Of course, it would be cool to have a wingman for that. Wasn't @papermoon357 looking for a transformation too?

Fuck, yeah! Best Halloween ever. The firm, tight ass of papermoon357 in my hands, his bulge pressed against my six-pack, my chin in his hands…. Yes, the evening starts very promising. I think we are going to have fun.

Pic of us found @fanofshoes44

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I had a lot of fun trying out different profiles on Grindr, I even tried settings from other countries but now I seem stuck as an Italian hunk and I can't seem to change profiles again ! Can you help ?

Oh, yes, I see the problem…. When you were looking for support in France, I had given you several profiles to choose from.

This has indeed been a service that is actually only available to premium users. With your account, you can only post one dating profile at a time.

But seriously: Has no one responded to the profile of Alessandro, the fitness trainer from Turin?

Loves Verdi operas. And likes to get spanked on his tight butt to the chorus of prisoners from Nabucco.

Auguri, vi auguro tanto divertimento nella bella Italia!

Troverete i modelli di profilo di Alessandro e di altri profili Grindr sexy @holesomethots

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Eddie Chipp 🇬🇧

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On the first snap, Nick broke through and took Mahomes down. He felt the satisfying crunching noise that told him he’d broken something in the KC quarterback. Ribs, maybe? Who cares? He got a sack on the first play of the Super Bowl and took out the golden boy.

Mahomes writhed and screamed in pain. Nick did his due diligence and performed regret and worry. He pretended to care as the trainers came out and called for a cart. Inside, Bosa was ecstatic. No way the Chiefs can hang without Mahomes. He looked over to the Chiefs and noted with satisfaction tears in the eyes of Kelce. “Fuck yeah,” Nick thought. “You’re next. I’m gonna humiliate you. I’m the stud on this field and the whole world is going to know it… including that famous girlfriend of yours.”

The game went exactly as you’d expect with Mahomes out. Bosa piled up six sacks on the game, recovered and returned a fumble right before the half, and even covered Kelce in the final snap of the game and swatted a laser out of his reach. When the bloodbath ended, the Niners topped the Chiefs 41 – 3.

The ‘good games’ started as the final second ticked away. As the teams, media, and family piled onto the field, Bosa pulled Kelce in for a bro hug and whispered “Who fucking owns you now, you fucking cuck loser?” Travis pulled back, a look of rage in his eyes. Nick spit right in his face. Stunned for a second, Kelce stared back, and Bosa buried a fist into his stomach that brought the Kansas City tight end to his knees. Bosa laughed and spit on him again. Niners were holding Kelce’s teammates back. The media rushed in to catch the superior Bosa looking down and laughing at the squirming Kelce. Looking straight into an AP photographer’s camera Nick flexed his massive guns, stuck his tongue out with a smile, and put his foot on Kelce’s face while the losing Chief grabbed at his abdomen.

It was at that moment that Nick heard her. “What is going on? Travis? Travis!” Taylor Swift had arrived, decked out in the Chiefs gear she wore during her (obvious) “surprise” appearance in Usher’s halftime show. Bosa noted how pissed off that made the guys in the San Francisco locker room. Prancing her bias to the world when the Niners were destroying her man’s squad on the field.

Swift took one look at the sight of her burly muscle bear, defeated and pathetic, under the spikes of a superior, lean, jacked, alpha god. And her expression changed. Taylor Swift knows premium D when she sees it. She looked at Nick and arched an eyebrow, “You’re the champ now, that’s how it is?,” she asked.

“Damn right,” Nick smirked. Camera clicking away like mad.

She walked slowly and deliberately up to Nick, and moved one hand under his jersey and felt his rock hard, lightly fuzzy abs. She worked her way up and felt his pecs. She wrapped the other arm around his neck. Nick wrapped one of his thick, meaty arms around her waist and pulled his in for a long tongue-filled kiss. She pulled back and laughed a spiteful laugh, looking down at Kelce who was gasping, “Tay, baby, please. Help me.” She kicked him in the face and she and Nick laughed.

Nick knelt down and whispered in the broken man’s ear: “Now the whole world is going to see who the real man is.” He stood back up and pulled Swift’s face to his and began kissing her passionately and deeply while the teams, the media, the fans, and the world watched, stunned and enraptured. Nick murmured in Taylor’s ear, “worship me…” “…like the god you are,” she finished.

She pulled his jersey and shoulder pads off and began kissing his chest, licking and sucking on his nipples, feeling his pecs and abs with her hands. He flexed one of his arms and she massaged and kissed and sucked and licked his biceps. She reached down and rubbed his cock over his pants, that VPL the world knew so well already, and felt his cock get bigger and harder. Nick pushed her down and told her to take it out and suck it.

She did as she was told and Nick put his hands behind his head, looked down on his conquest, and calmly and confidently worked his dick in and out of her mouth for a few minutes. The whole stadium was in stunned silence. This stud had just humiliated the entire Chiefs team in the game and now he had the energy to conquer the most desired woman in the world, fully confident, no performance issues, nothing but complete control? The world was in awe.

Bosa looked over at Kelce, who was watching through tears of heartbreak. Nick smirked and asked, “You like watching her suck my enormous cock?” When Travis looked up at him, Nick spit on him again. “You’re a worm,” he said.

He pulled his dick away from Taylor’s mouth and she stared up at him in awe and longing, her hand slowly rubbing over his tight six pack. “Please, let me keep going.” He gave a sly laugh and, using his foot, pushed her back onto her back on the turf. He lowered himself to his knees and started pulling of her shoes and her jeans and then her panties. He took a deep sniff and looked back at Travis Kelce. “Here. Have these, loser. Something to remember her by.”

Cameras still rolling, the world still watching, Nick went down on Taylor Swift. He teased her with his tongue for a minute or two while his strong, masculine, thick fingers gently rubbed her clit. She was grinding and thrusting and begging for him. “Please, please!!!” Finally, she grabbed the back of his head and pushed him forward into her wet and wanting vagina. He smiled as his tongue entered her, silkily tracing patterns in her folds. Her hands entwined in his sweaty, tousled hair. Her hips rhythmically rose and fell into his unbelievably sexy face. She felt the flush, the heat, the quiver build. “Oh god, yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Nick! Nick! Oh my fucking god! Nick!” She released, every reporters’ camera fixed on her face as Nick Bosa, football god, brought her over the edge.

He rose up, flexed and winked for the cameras, and asked the crowd and Taylor, “You ready for this?” They roared and cheered as he threw one of Swifts long legs over his shoulder and held his thick cock in his hands. With a look of impassive masculinity and a deep growl, he entered her.

The world watched as, for the next 45 minutes, Nick Bosa showed his true nature. Aggressive, strong, unyielding, his muscled pumped and flexed and ground and thrusted. He moaned and grunted and growled. She writhed in pleasure, calling out his name, screaming in the ecstasy of the four more orgasms he brought to her. He took every bit of pleasure and desire he could plunder. Feeling her tits in his massive hands, watching his cock’s steady, fast tempo split her open, pinning her arms down and nibbling on her neck, feeling her spread her hands on his perfect body while he plowed.

Bosa started wondering about her to lay his seed. Obviously, a real man claims his territory, but with the billion people watching worldwide, he wanted to give a show. He was a champ, after all. With a quick and fluid motion he pulled out, pulled Taylor to a kneeling position in front of him, and sprayed his load all over her face. His teammates cheered. Purdy came forward and gave him a fist pound and rubbed his shoulders. “You’re the man, bro,” he shouted.

But Bosa was still focused on his conquest. “Open your mouth,” he told Taylor. She obeyed. He let a trickle of saliva fall from his mouth into hers. “Swallow,” he commanded. As she did, he gave her a good hard slap across the face. At first shocked, she laughed and said “Yes, SIR!” Nick’s hand had some of his jizz on it from the slap, so he walked over to Kelce, still on the ground, and gave him an order, “Lick it off, faggot.” Kelce, knowing he was defeated, slowly did as he was told. Disgusted by the sight of such a pathetic cuck, Bosa stood back up, and stomped hard on Travis Kelce’s face. He heard and felt the crunch of broken teeth and nose. He was feeling aggressive again.

He took Taylor by the hand and started leading her away. As he did, and it became clear that the dominant perfect alpha god was leaving the field, people dropped to their knees in deference. They cleared a path for Bosa, a perfect specimen of man, and his prize to the tunnel. Even Goodell himself dropped to his knees, holding the Lombardi trophy. Bosa paused in front of him. Goodell timidly looked up, hardly daring to make eye contact with this better man. “It’s yours. You are the MVP,” he whispered.

“I know I’m the MVP, bitch. And I already got the trophy,” he added cockily jerking his head back to Taylor Swift. “What I want is for the whole world to see you worshipping my cock.” And he grabbed Roger Goodell by the hair with one hand and tilted his face up to him. With the other hand he punched him hard in the face five times with lightning speed. Then he shoved his cock down his throat and held his head down while the commissioner gagged and his eyes bulged. Taylor Swift wrapped her arms around Bosa and felt his incredible body, making out with her new man, while the pathetic suit of a commissioner worked Bosa cock.

After a minute, Nick shoved the poor excuse for a man off him, grabbed the Lombardi and Taylor’s hand and started heading back to the locker room. “I’m going to plant my seed in you over and over tonight, bitch. You’re mine now.”

And with that, he left the field as Nick Bosa, Super Bowl MVP and Taylor Swift’s master.

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2023 #97C: A tour of the bondage chair with seriouslybound seriously secured.

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Father vs. Daddy: Version 2.0

These images are Photoshop fakes from photos found on the internet. The people in these images aren’t really dressed like this, but I think they look better this way…wink, wink.

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With each orgasm you give the milking machine the milking suit will squeeze you tighter until I am literally juicing your whole body by crushing you in rubber

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THE ADULT MEDICAL SLAVE : DIAPERED GIMP

You thought you where coming for a simple meet up with people like you but before you knew it you where hit with a muscle relaxer and restrained and stuffed into a van being taken somewhere. Upon arriving their they took you in and you where examined and checked out throughly leaving no area untouched . They tested your “reflex’s” making you shoot several large loads that you had banked for what you had expected . Once satisfied they took you to the room where many other men where restrained and sedated and you joined them kept like that for days . Soon enough they found twisted plans for you bring you to a examination room and your room and lay you down and restrained and numb you to the bed with your diaper on with a gimp mask on . The doctors proceeded to Infantilizing you restrained and limp body change your diaper when wet and training and forcing you to cum in them and all you could do was watch on . For most of your new life they had you awake forcing you to watch them use you . Sometimes in diapers sometimes nude and forced to cum. Over time with constant use by them they slowly warped you sexually which was straight at first to bi as the male doctors used you day in day out . When not in use you where kept on the exam bed sedated and gas ready to be used . Soon enough they decided you need to be “fixed” but wanting you to be “intact” so they chemically castration you with you feelings the cold needle go in and its contents injected and feelings them weather away after you resisted less and couldn’t care what they did to you . You got exactly what you wanted but you where now like it not someone else’s property and object to be used by them . 

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My phone dinged. "Diaper check time," it said.

Working from home, I was enjoying the mixed freedom that came with that. There was no need to wear pants at home, because nobody could see anything below my belly button. Mixed, of course, because, well... There was one person who could see below my belly button, and he was taking full advantage of my ability to work remotely.

Obediently, I raised my phone and snapped a picture for my dom.

"You've got a long ways to go, buddy," came the reply.

I groaned internally. "Yes, sir," I texted submissively.

This was my first experience with this brand of diapers, and I was amazed at their absorbent capacity. Due to some "smart" comments I had made earlier (well, at least they had seemed clever at the time), I was wearing not one, but two of these monsters between my legs. This by itself wasn't unusual for me, as my previous dom loved putting me in thick diapers with multiple layers. However, this new, younger guy was making me actually *use* them-- and not just a little bit, he wanted them soaked all the way through until I was practically leaking.

"Drink up," he said. "You should be wetting yourself every 10 minutes, if not more often than that. If you can hold it longer than that, you're not drinking enough."

Reluctantly, I took another gulp of water. He had been making me drink nonstop the entire morning, and I felt like I was going to burst. "Look, sir," I said, "I think it's getting pretty full, isn't it?"

"Not even close," responded my dom, and I could imagine him guffawing as I read it. "You'll know you're getting there when your diaper gets so soft and squishy, you can push your hand into it and make a handprint. You're not even halfway there yet."

My embarrassment increased another notch. Wearing diapers was bad enough, but pissing in them, let alone filling them to capacity, was on another level. It seemed that my dom wanted me waddling around with a soggy diaper squishing between my legs, and pissing myself in a diaper during work meetings. I checked the clock-- I had my next meeting coming up in 15 minutes. There was no way I'd be able to hold my bladder for the whole hour-long meeting, so it seemed like he would be getting his wish.

I felt the pressure building again, and since there was no point in holding it, I relaxed and let my piss slowly flow out into the thirsty diaper. It felt like it went on forever. I felt the tapes around my waist tightening ever so slightly, as the diaper eagerly soaked up all of it. The relief of letting go was pleasant, and I found my butt briefly sitting in a warm pool of wetness, before it was all quickly absorbed. I sighed in pleasure. Finally, the flow trickled off, and I felt the tension go out of me. From the outside, nothing had changed, except that my diaper was a little bit heavier, and hugged my crotch a little bit tighter... and felt a little bit squishier.

The bladder urgency had been coming more and more frequently, with the amount of water I was being forced to drink. There really was no reason to hold it, I found myself thinking. I *could* just let go and piss myself every 15 minutes or whatever, like my dom had said... The embarrassment of that thought went through me, and I blushed a little bit. Well, it seemed unlikely that I would make it through the next meeting anyway, so why bother? Mentally I began to steel myself to pee my diaper while on camera with my colleagues from work. I just hoped my facial expressions wouldn't give me away when it inevitably happened.

My phone buzzed again. "A whole glass, bitch," texted my dom. "Take a video of you drinking it, right now, and send it to me as proof."

I pressed my hand to the front of my diaper to test if it was getting soggy enough yet to satisfy him. Inside, I felt the inner layer squishing around my junk, but the second layer was still mostly solid and dense. But it felt so heavy already!

With another groan, I set up my phone camera, poured another glass of water, and began recording.

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Happy Thanksgiving 🍁🦃

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