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Men Only
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Gay Male / 45
I have prison cell rape fantasies. I have a fascination for being tied and raped in a old prison cell. it started as a child. this fascination for rape culture, maybe it came from being penetrated with sharp instruments young.
I had fantasies about being forced to fuck men in a submissive way, like tied to a bed and unable to breath with things down my mouth. I had wanted to find out what it was like to feel fear in an empty old jail cell and having a desire for lustful things.
I picked out people I wanted to be like and role modeled myself on them by fucking their insides out.
I was all for trial this game in a burnt out house remains in a disgarded area of bush. there was something about the char remains of a house like a soul that needed repair by fucking. force fucking.
watching things burn as much as my dick and bum/vagina did.
I wanted to feel helpless and at the mercy of a godly and delish boy beast that was sexually desirable to me. I wanted to be fucked from the insides out.
it all came from being forced to be with him so young and I was attic ghost tied to him and I could not escape, and being captive I was caught by him as old and vile as he was.
I knew there were old gay vampires still getting around who indeed at an older age were considering a complete turncoat to straight sex. men of 50 or 60 turning back to hetro after years of gayety. then a friend of mine was interested in these fantasies for some reason it erotism turned him.
but I craved the one thing I could not have that was the young boy fucking me.
the old vampires still stalk and haunt me to that jail cell.
GOD HELP ME.
I had fantasies about being forced to fuck men in a submissive way, like tied to a bed and unable to breath with things down my mouth. I had wanted to find out what it was like to feel fear in an empty old jail cell and having a desire for lustful things.
I picked out people I wanted to be like and role modeled myself on them by fucking their insides out.
I was all for trial this game in a burnt out house remains in a disgarded area of bush. there was something about the char remains of a house like a soul that needed repair by fucking. force fucking.
watching things burn as much as my dick and bum/vagina did.
I wanted to feel helpless and at the mercy of a godly and delish boy beast that was sexually desirable to me. I wanted to be fucked from the insides out.
it all came from being forced to be with him so young and I was attic ghost tied to him and I could not escape, and being captive I was caught by him as old and vile as he was.
I knew there were old gay vampires still getting around who indeed at an older age were considering a complete turncoat to straight sex. men of 50 or 60 turning back to hetro after years of gayety. then a friend of mine was interested in these fantasies for some reason it erotism turned him.
but I craved the one thing I could not have that was the young boy fucking me.
the old vampires still stalk and haunt me to that jail cell.
GOD HELP ME.


