Date: Sun, 4 Mar 2018 14:49:47 +1100 From: 2B used Subject: Glory Hole faggot (beastiality)(gay)(authoritative) Feedback is welcome to lockedk9boi@gmail.com So, I'm 50 and age is just a number, right? Well yes, and no. Some things change and some don't, some of the changes are expected and some just seem to come from nowhere. My younger expectations were that by 50 I would be totally over the hill, sexually at least. Truth is I'm as functional as ever but it just takes more extreme things to light my fires. When a teenager I'd only have to get naked to get hard but now I'm doing things everyday that I'd never have considered. I'm not complaining it's just the way it is. A little about me, I'm married to a very beautiful woman (of course all husbands should think their wife beautiful but mine really is) and she knows all my proclivities. I'm 6 foot tall, 190 pounds and am very fit, likely fitter than at any time in my life. It's fair to say that I look somewhat younger than I am though it's not important to this story. I've always liked cock and being naked outside, nude beaches were irresistible on a warm day. They still are but now I like going collared and locked in a chastity cage, it's those little extras that get me going now. Same with cruise clubs and gay saunas. The problem with those places is that, due to my build, I'm inevitably seen as a top! But I'm a bottom with a deep need to be used hard by real men, those that will fuck me and just walk away without wanting to talk. Those that will treat me like a faggot. Oh, I also have a need/desire/craving for humiliation (but you've no doubt figured that out by now). You're probably wondering where all this is leading? Well my love of humiliation, combined with the need to be used and the allure of public places has lead to glory holes. I've been to those in sex shops, cruise clubs and public toilets, at the moment it's the public toilets that have the most attraction. Guess it's being on your knees in such a place and the risk of being caught. Of course, for me, it's just not as simple as sucking a cock or two and feeling satiated, I'm combining elements of self bondage into the mix in ever increasing complexities. With the information to hand on the internet I searched for the most popular glory holes in my city and then set off to inspect them all. I like the risk of being caught but actually being arrested isn't in the plan. Eventually I found the perfect location, an old style public toilet block in a quiet park on the edge of the CBD. The cubicle walls were covered in the usual graffiti and the holes were a larger than normal size. Figuring that a Friday night would be the busiest I found the standard park cement table and benches and spent a few hours surveilling the area. I was so excited watching a steady steam of men enter the toilets and stay longer than normal, also there appeared to be no police presence in the area. Seemingly oblivious to the action in the toilet an organised group of dog owners were conducting an obedience class in the park. About two dozen people and their dogs were put through their paces by instructor whose German Shepherd dog was laying nearby but was so well trained he did not move for the whole lesson. The instructor was a tall fit looking guy that I guessed was very early forties and carried himself like former army or police. He would occasionally glance in my direction but he wasn't what I was there for so I paid him no heed. Having settled on a location and a timing I now proceeded to plan my attire. It's not enough for me to just strip off, I need to fix in my mind that I'm a lowly faggot. A locking collar is a given as it's almost uniform for me these days, same with that chastity cage. After much back and forth I decided on a leather harness that connects to the cage, a butt plug, nipple clamps, a O-ring gag, wrist and ankle cuffs. All of these I'd wear to the park under my clothes and once in the cubicle I'd strip off and clip the cuffs together so that I was kneeling at the glory hole with my hands behind my back, the ring gag would ensure that I had to take any cock presented. Finally it was Friday and I prepared at home by washing my faggot hole clean, earlier in the week I'd been waxed so I was completely smooth all over. I choose my largest plug and the harness strap held it firmly in place. I was earlier to the park than I planned, seems the excitement was getting the better of me. I waited till the dog training class was wrapping up before making my way to the toilets. The adrenaline was pumping and I was shaking, also dripping precum from my locked up cock. Stripping my clothes off I buckled the gag on, forcing my mouth open and then I taped an open bottle of amyl at the edge of the hole. I got on my knees and clipped the ankle and wrist cuffs together behind my back. It would've been great to use locks but I'm not entirely stupid, I wanted to be able to escape but it had to be a struggle for me to get loose. Now I waited with my forced open mouth directly aligned with the glory hole, a big latex plug stretching my faggot hole, a cruel metal cage stopping my cock from getting hard and nipple clamps biting hard. Absolutely where I wanted to be. It was long before I heard someone enter the empty cubicle, he knew what he was there for and immediately unzipped his pants and pushed his cock through the hole. There was only one place that semi hard cock could go and that was straight into my mouth. He was pretty big even though not fully hard and only just squeezed through the O-ring gag. He must of felt the metal of the gag because he withdrew and followed up with his fingers to feel what was there. He felt the gag and straps and then felt down further and found my collar. Somewhat disappointingly he left and I figured it was a bit much for him. Only moments later I heard someone enter the cubicle but instead of a cock coming through the hole there was a hand. I felt him grab my collar and then I was pulled even closer to the hole. Seems the guy had returned and had put a leash on my collar and he then tied it to the cistern. My head was jammed against the wall and there was no wriggle room at all. He forced his cock back into my mouth and he was fully hard now, the leash stopped me from pulling back and his cock reached all the way into my throat. I tried to take some amyl but he was unrelenting and face fucked me for all he was worth. He used me, there's no other words to describe it. I wasn't sucking his cock, he was fucking my throat; this is what i wanted. I managed to relax into it and it wasn't long before he unloaded straight down my throat, there wasn't any choice as to whether I would swallow. He pulled out without a word and left his cubicle, I heard his foot steps to my locked door and some scratching at the lock. The door opened and I was panicking and trying to unclip my hands, a masculine voice said "you're not going anywhere bitch, we're just getting started with you." I felt something happening at my wrists and suddenly I lost all flexibility, turns out he laced his belt through the cuffs to ensure I couldn't undo myself. Whilst my restraints were becoming more secure I could hear a dogs nails on the concrete floor and then a wet nose sniffing at my open mouth. The man's dog must've smelt his Masters cum in my throat and started licking the inside of my mouth! I was being french kissed by a dog and there was absolutely nothing I could do to stop it. This was too much for me, I've never even considered playing with animals and here i was with a dogs tongue in my mouth and no way to get away. The man was exploring my body and started playing with my clamped nipples. This sends me over the top and my cock was swollen in it's cage and my faggot hole was squeezing the plug. The dog was tongue fucking my mouth and his Master was punishing my nipples. It was all too much and I wanted to be let loose. It wasn't long before he felt the chastity cage locked to my cock and he laughed in my ear. He next felt up the plug and started pushing it deeper into me and called me a faggot. There was nothing i could do, this was a bad situation I'd gotten myself into. He undid the leather strap securing the plug and pulled it out, whilst I was glad have it out I also felt empty now. My slutty hole was exposed and vulnerable. He called "Zeus, heal" and the dog immediately stopped licking inside my mouth and ran around to my cubicle. I felt the dogs wet tongue licking my arsehole and then he said "Zeus, mount!" Fuck! I was going to get fucked by a dog!!! Gotta say, that dog was obedient, not 2 seconds would've passed before his doggy cock was at my hole and he found his way in first go. His paws were locked around my waist and his cock slid into me pretty easily to start with. Then his knot started growing and he wasn't taking no for an answer. I could feel copious amounts of fluid running down my legs and then the guys cock back at my mouth. He was hard again and forced his cock back through my ring gag at the same time his dog's knot pushed past the last of my body's resistance. The dog became quite still though I could feel his cock throbbing but his Master was fucking my mouth like a steam hammer. I was so full of cock and in total sensory overload. Then I came! It was unbelievable as I've never cum with the cage on before. The guy came in my throat and the dog managed to pull out. I thought I was going to be turned inside out. I was so past my limits now, full of cum and stretched to the max. The man undid my collar and then came around to undo my hands. "In two nights be back here at the same time faggot, in the same position." He said as he left, his dog following him out.