I saw this homemade clip that I'd love to be able to see again- it's shot in a garage and two older Latino guys are working over a whiteboy twink that's in over his head.  The kid is in a wooden stock device- wrist and neck holes and suspended by chain from the ceiling- and I think remember he's also got a choke chain pulled tight around his neck and attached above; he's blindfolded with a good amount of cloth and gagged (ballgag?) and his cock and balls are tied up; ankles are shackled or at least chain is used to keep him hobbled.  The dudes are brutal-especially the one and the other mostly hangs back drinking beer and watching- the kid is whipped and belted and at some points kicked pretty hard over and over in the nuts with pointy-toed cowboy boots.  The kid- in between shrieking and howling- is totally all out sobbing and begging as best he can through the gag for it to stop- he is totally scared shitless.  The clip I saw was a good length for a clip but can't say now if it was 5 or 10 or 15 minutes- low quality but I'm pretty sure was vid and not film.  I'm also thinking if there's this one, there must be others.

Anybody else here see this or something similar- I'd sure like to get a lead.  Thanks!

It was a "few" years back, I'm 51 going on 52 now.  I was 19 going on 20 when I came out and hadn't even had sex or anything close beforehand. I can relate though to your confusion and the equating homosexuality with being a fem and with living someplace that's small-town-like.  It's what held me up in finally coming out.  I can't tell you what you should do now and I don't know the particular details of your situation, but I can tell you about myself where it sounds like we have something in common.

I probably was aware of the terms homo and fag and faggot before I knew what it meant, but I knew that it was the worst thing to call somebody.  When I did find out that there was such a thing as homosexuality and gays, like you, it was equated with being feminine and wanting to dress like a woman and wear makeup and be weak and all that crap.

When I got to an age where I was beating off and fantasizing, it was always other guys that I was fantasizing about and it wouldn't be much longer that gym class involved undressing and showers and I was totally turned on by the other naked guys and fantasized about the ones that turned me on most, about sucking their dicks or making them suck mine.  I'd heard that sometimes guys go through a "phase" and that's what I told myself for a while.  Because whatever else, I wasn't one of "those" and also, maybe unlike you, I was a sissy and more and more I'd be taunted with being a fag and it couldn't be for those fucking assholes to be right.  But by the middle years of highschool and beating of countless times a day, I never once fantasized about sex with a girl.  And in trying to be "honest" with myself I must be bisexual and once I got through this phase I'd probably start being more interested in girls.  By my senior year I'd told a very few friends that I was bi and I hung out with a kind of alt-geek kind of crowd so it was sort of cool.

And I had an involvement with a girl and in wanting an open and honest relationship I told her.  After graduating, we both hopped the Greyhound and ended up in Seattle.  We were together another year and a half and I remained monogamous and faithful to her to the end.  But she was able to see the writing on the wall before I could even admit it to myself- because I still carried the beliefs of the suburban punk life I'd grown up in and I still didn't want to wear dresses and panties  and walk with a flounce and limp wrist.  And I didn't want to be one of "those." And I wanted to be faithful to my girlfriend.  But once she left, it was time to be honest with myself, really honest this time and the fact was, though I wasn't one of "those" I was one of them.  I was gay. I was sexually interested only in other men.  I was completely uninterested in women.  Shortly after that I came out.  When I did, I did it totally: I told my now ex-girlfriend that she was right, I told all of our friends we had in common; I told the people in my apartment building that I was on a "hey-how's it going'" basis; I asked my boss if I could talk to him then told everyone I worked with.  Finally I called home and told my parents.

I was lucky- or whatever's the right word- most of my friends were ok with it, didn't have any trouble with work, my Mom and stepdad were pretty sure of it anyways and my Dad asked if I thought I'd always be this way and when I said yes he told me that whatever I was he just wanted the best for me.  But there were friends that wouldn't have anything to do with me anymore and some people treated me a little differently.  In coming into contact with new people through work or where I lived or through my friends I'd run into folks who wouldn't give me the time of day because I was queer.  Also, I've known a lot of other gay men whose parents and friends weren't accepting.  But I've never had to lead a double-life since, I've never had to live in fear of someone finding out my terrible secret, and I didn't end up marrying a girl and having children and then years later come out and unravel the lives of those others.

So, if only men turn you on- brother- you're gay.  But that doesn't have anything to do with how masculine or feminine you are.  And if you are gay but leading people- friends especially- into thinking you're something else is lying.  Like I said, I don't know what your exact situation is, and maybe coming out isn't something you can do right now, but you do have to come out and you need to put yourself on a path where you'll be in a place and situation where you can do that from.  Go to the city- not just to hook up with guys (and there is that!) but to hang out in some gay areas, make some friends- or do it online for now- that you can hang out with… check for jobs and how much it's gonna cost to get an apartment or share a place with one or some of your new friends.  Build a support of sorts.  Because some of your friends are gonna drop you cold and I don't know what your parents are like- they might turn their backs on you.  But even so, hopefully they'll come to terms with it and friends that don't realize that you are still exactly the same person you were the moment and all the time before breaking the news are probably not all that great of people to have as friends.  And yes- people will talk about you- but people are already talking about you about something or other- people are always coming up with gossip about other people.  It will be hard for a little while, but in the meantime you can live without being afraid that someone will find out and you'll meet more gay people and find new friends and be able to better find out who you are.  Be a man.  Be independent.  Be free.

just checked- about 325 GB in videos- and pics- I know this one 'cos I've spent a lot of time recently uploading to OneDrive- I have over 10,000 files in BDSM category alone- very few duplicates because, sad to say as bad as my memory is generally, I nearly always recognize if it's something I've already collected.

I like all sorts of different "types" of guys and there are some physical characteristics, in and of themselves, that would spark my interest but what drops me to my knees is a take-charge attitude.  The ability in another guy to initiate sex and run the show totally flicks on my switch- the more aggressive the stronger my response.  Given that, there's one more thing that totally pours a jolt of current through me is that first moment when some rope or other restrainer is pulled across me.

First of all, if it hasn't been already communicated, a dude should let you know he's gonna blow so you can pull off if you're not into swallowing.  Most of the time in the dirty talk lead up a guy is gonna say where he wants to blow his load or I'm gonna say that I wanna choke on his cum.  There's been a few times when that hasn't happened and when those dudes just started blowing in my mouth without giving me the option and I felt it was really rude- and I like to swallow.  It was like if you went to a restaurant and ordered a steak and the waiter just started pumping ketchup on your plate- WTF?  But I think it's equally rude to just spit it out- if you're not into it, just let the guy know you're not into swallowing and if he cums in your mouth anyways, make sure you spit it out onto the clothes he's gonna have to wear or into his hair or something.

Well, it wouldn't be the first time I got passed around the internet.  Please, I'd do it for $500 free and clear- though if I thought I were being approached because someone thought my being in there porno would make them a buck instead of just a truth or dare kind of question, I'd want to do a little research and make sure I wasn't due a little more…

Definitely yes- and one of the times was also in a hotel- tho that wasn't a case of waking the neighbors but of being something sort of like a show.  I live in a small town and a guy I'd known for a long time and always wanted to get used by- vice a versa too- were finally gonna have a chance at each other.  My partner worked at a rundown 2-story hotel that was about half low-income weekly residential.  It was July and early in the afternoon and all the tenants were socializing just below our window in the parking lot. The guy sat himself in a chair right next to the open window and told me to start sucking his dick and as he sat back into the chair and open window, sipping whiskey from the bottle, he told me exactly how he wanted his dick sucked at any given moment while I gagged and choked and puked my way through loudly voiced reprimands and orders along with slaps and smacks hard enough to make sharp !crack!-ing sounds.  He made me suck him continuously for a little over 2 hours and anytime his dick came out of my mouth he'd holler "Get my dick back in your mouth you little pussy!  Did I tell you to get of my dick? You're just gonna keep sucking it and keeping it in your mouth until you get it right.  I don't understand, you've been craving my giant dick for how many years? (It was just short of 11") and now you can't even keep your mouth on it?

After that he ran me thru some other extreme dom/sub stuff and ended the day-long sexcapade with trying to fist me on the bed- and I hardly ever get fucked and he knew I was not going to like that.  He was very dominant and I couldn't help but try to do as he said but as the number of fingers increased it was becoming too much and I'm screaming and begging and trying to dart around the bed until he had me completely cornered up against the headboard  and forced 4 of his fingers in to hte last knuckle and I was completely shrieking and crying and too much really had become too much and we called it quits- at least for a couple of hours.

Not only is it a special memory for me, you better believe it's a special memory for all the redneck welfare trash that heard every bit of that 7 or so hours.  That was 15 years ago.  That story is still told.  At least 1/2 the town knows that it was me.  I love the rep.

speaking for myself, it does matter quite a bit in the matter of imagery in porn.  Unless someone is a small dick fetishist, just about anybody prefers viewing an image or video where the ass is being annhilated or some dude whose mouth is stuffed with a dick so big that the lips are stretched tight, his jaw is distended and you can see the end of the dick riding around inside his throat.

In real life I am far less concerned about the specifics of the dick.  My needs require attitude, skill, an evil imagination and knowing the difference of when too far is not enough and when too far is too far.  I'm a bondage bottom and a guy with a take-charge attitude is what gets my motor going.  Tie me into some horribly cruel position and I'm just stuck while the aches and pulls increase in intensity until i'm just short of screaming or crying, then change it up and tie me so the build of intensity is removed but positioned to take some purposed direct torment, like my head and mouth set at a level for the tops ease in fucking my throat for the next 1/2 hour or hour.

But I also agree with Levi that there is a point where a dick is just too small.

No offense, but I can't believe you're authentic in asking the question- only because I would think that if you got off on anal you'd have experimented at least some and figured out something.  On the chance I'm mistaken, I can only offer some unoriginal standbys.  The produce section at your grocery store will offer something that you'd be able to use- cukes, zucchini, a really large carrot, etc.  Use a rubber on it and there you go.  While at the grocery store you could check out the bottled beverages sections looking for something in a plastic bottle that  at least approaches the size and shape you want.

If your mom is a baker- esp. if she's into artisinal bread- might have a variety of  rolling pins and there might be one or some that are solid one-piece jobs, tapered at the ends.

One other thing off the top of my head is there would be possibly hundreds of different things at a home maintenance store like Lowes or the Home depot, from hand rails down to dowels, pvc pipe. rubber pipe metal pipe.  There'll be an aisle that carries furniture hardware and a selection of furniture legs of every shape length and girth.  I forgot to mention it again with the rolling pins- just use a basic condom to cover whatever you're using to prevent splinters or rough surfaces and keeping the bread from smelling like ass.  :crazy2:

If it's a dedicated whack-off session I use my right hand.  If I'm just a-pullin' and a-squeezin' on myself while viewing webporn of the clip sort, then my left hand is the hand I most rely on because I need my right to use the mouse.  If I'm viewing vid/clip porn of varied lengths, I'll switch back and forth.  If it's a longer format then I'll usually have both hands down in my junk, trading of which is primary and support.  If it's pics, once again it's a mix sort of thing: if I'm bouncing thru a trove of pics that I'm familiar with, I'll just click and pause then go to the next, over and over until I find something that provokes a keener and-or fresher interest from me. If the bondage technique is especially cruel and the rope work well executed, then I might stall out on that image for quite a while- especially if it's new to me- and I'll have both my hands hard at work while I "figure out" the new image, placing myself as the bottom and adding elements to the fantasy until I've caused as much "damage" to myself (my imaginary self) that I can take and then view it as a top and how I got that poor, sorry little, dumbfuck- step-by-step- into that precarious and pitiable position and how I can make it even worse for him.  :cheesy2: