Wet dreams

I recently fulfilled a long-term fantasy of mine, and it was every bit as mind-blowing as I always hoped. Paradoxically I am not gay, but obsessed with confinement in a rubber bag. I always wanted a bunch of guys to undertake this, and to face-fuck me mercilessly, over and over, taking turns, until all I couldn't swallow gradually overflowed into the bag, and I was marinating in cum! Well, cut a long story short, I finally did get to experience this, with a modern-day version of the Victorian "Hellfire Club" where a whole group of older, wealthy guys get together for mayhem and mischief! They were delighted to be able to inflict such incredible humiliation, on a helpless captive, and called in friends, relatives, etc., until they had about fifty in all. This entire surrender lasted for a three-day weekend, and resulted they told me in around five hundred ejaculations over that time! By the end, I was close to drowning! I added my own share too, obviously, and not a drop leaked out of this heavy waterproof bodybag! They partially released me, eventually, and I was able to extricate myself the rest of the way. Never actually saw anyone, before or after, cleaned up as best I could and left. Farm in the middle of nowhere. I was told that it had been such a success they were anxious to repeat the performance, and I await their call eagerly! I still don't like the idea of "gay" sex, but somehow this seemed different, and I'm comfortable with the paradox, especially the total anonymity of it all!

By Anonymous

Gross CONFESSION

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