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Some people are born with big noses others with large hands. Me I discovered that I had a stronger need for sex than anybody I have met. I do not know if I really am bisexual or it is because I must have sex with anybody that comes my way. When at school I had go to the toilet during all breaks to satisfy myself and I never got any homework done because I was thinking of sex all the time. When I was 17 my class went on a studytour to France. When the others were going on a sightseeingtours, I said I had a headache and used all my money on prostitutes. Later I discovered that sex with men was easier to get and my life was turned into an endless tour of bath-houses, saunas and male sm-clubs. My favorite position was in sling in a crowded gayclub with a hood over my head. I did not want any personal contact - just raw sex. In the end I went and saw a doctor, because I could not sustain a job or any personal relationship. He suggested a drug that would dampen my sexual desires. I tried it and it worked, but at times I was getting nusea and I stopped. I felt as if I had been on holiday. It was strange that to feel that I had control over my life because somebody controlled my sexlife. In the period just after I had stopped drugtaking I met MASTER B. He was a big strict guy that demanded 100% control and no nonsense. I went to live on his farm in Tennesee on the condition that I was not allowed even to think ot ohers than him. All went fine for three months and I worked alongside him on the farm. But then one day when he went to town to shop in his car, I started surfing on the net to meet others. After meeting a few people on the net, I agreed to meet a man during night time in a nearby National Park. I should wear a hood, and handcuff my hands behind a tree. I had been waiting for about 10 minutes, when I heard somebody behind me. My belt was opened and jeans and boxer was pulled down. I felt a set of hands examening my cock and sack. Next I felt metal against a point of my sack and screamed into the night. Finally the instrument was opened, but the seconds after applied at a different point. Suddently it flashed thru my mind that I might not get that sexual satisfation I had expected and may be not more sex at all. He took the key for the cuffs from my pocket and dropped them on the ground. With balls hurting as hell I finally found the keys on the ground and managed to get back to the farm and into my bed. I did not dare to mention anything to MASTER, but three days later I saw a Burdizzo castrator in the cowshed. - Do you know what that is, Master asked ? - No, I said. - It is to make stray animals stay calm, he said and smiled... Now six months have passed, and I finally think that I have started living not being disturbed by straying from one man to another for a sasisfaction never to be found... |