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| I keep having this dream. I arrive at a home - I ring the bell and a voice inside directs me around back. I move to the rear of the house and I knock on the rear door. A voice demands that I strip before entering. I look, I glance around, looking to see who might have a vantage point and evidently delay too long as the voice demands that I strip or leave. I strip and wait, naked, goosebumps rising on my arms until I am beckoned in. I step in the home and I am handed a mask that I immediately pull over my head. It blinds my vision but my mouth is uncovered - I can only assume why. A collar is attached around my neck, followed by a leash and I am soon led through the home into a room that erupts with applause as I enter. I hear catcalls, male and female. Then the hands start. Countless lands reach out and touch my body, stroke my skin, grip my cock, my balls. I am being inspected but the inspection does not last long. I am soon directed to my knees and I am barely on the ground when a cock, firm and dripping smacks my face. The command of "suck it" rains down upon me and the one thought creeps into my head, "I'm not gay." The I greedily engulf the cock - the first of many cocks and pussies that will I will taste, never knowing names, never seeing faces. Simply left to wonder, the next time I see a waitress look at me and smile, or a man pass me by in the mall, are these some of the people I entertained with my mouth.
You get what I'm seeking. Forced Bi and forced servitude mixed with a healthy dose of humiliation. I'm seeking those who can make it happen.
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