The getting pissed off

I'm not clear on when the process started, but I do know what the turning point was. Maybe it began when I, straight my whole life, discovered that it was easy for a guy to give me a blowjob in a cruising spot. When I realized that having sex with a guy felt just as good, if not better, than with a woman, and that it was much easier to achieve.

Maybe it was when I thought, "Wow, I'm going to try eating a dick. I already know the theory," and I liked the feeling. It could have been the first time a guy had sex with me. But I think it also had a lot to do with the idea of anonymous sex, without repeating partners, without knowing which guy I was sleeping with or who was sleeping with me.

Yes, the idea of anonymous, animalistic sex, without feelings, was what really attracted me. In those situations, I would get incredibly aroused and lose all my inhibitions. I've always kept my common sense and didn't do anything too dangerous, but, now I know, I was sliding down a slippery slope of depravity that seemed endless.

It was only a matter of time before I fell into the hands of someone "dangerous." And it wasn't that I fell; I jumped right in without knowing if there was water. It was a total jerk from this site who grabbed me and made me take a step that I would never have taken if I had been thinking straight. Let me explain.

I had already flirted with that idea, but the jerk (he loves being called that) invited me to wear a chastity cage every time he fucked me and used me. I found it really arousing (it drove me wild), so I accepted. The truth is, I really enjoyed being used without being able to even jerk off. Since I lived nearby, this became almost a weekly affair.

One day, I proposed (it was my idea; I'm an idiot) that he keep the key until the following week. I had already tried it on my own for a couple of days, but at that moment, I was overwhelmed by desire. He didn't even respond to my proposal: he took the keys and left without saying goodbye, just like he always did.

The following week, the sex was even more brutal, more savage. And I felt very used: unable to cum, my arousal was through the roof. And he took advantage of that. He pulled out his phone and recorded me being fucked, with his dick down my throat, with his load on my face, on my knees. He made me repeat in front of the camera that I accepted being his worthless slut and that I would let him decide when he would take the cage off, that he was keeping the key. Then he left, just like always, without saying goodbye. The difference is that this time he took my dignity and my right to jerk off. That was the turning point of my submission.

Although I regretted it almost immediately, I accepted that it had been voluntary. I got used to life in the cage. My horniness was immense, but I became accustomed to the cage. I could no longer cum, and the only orgasms I could have were the ones others had using me. And each time, I liked that feeling more.

The jerk who had the keys (and the videos; cages can be broken) began to take more and more advantage of me. He would take me cruising and choose which dicks would use me, I'd get peed on in the middle of the field... my level of degradation increased. And I didn’t complain; I was more consumed by my horniness. I said yes to anything that didn't put my health at risk. This went on for months.

But something began to change. The jerk grew tired of me. He called me less and used me less. It wasn't for any particular reason; he was just bored of using the same fat, submissive guy. I don’t blame him; he’s free to do what he wants. I’m not.

He gave me the freedom to look for other guys, but he wouldn't let go of the cage. He said no way, that someone like me couldn’t be free, and that if he found out I was loose, he'd publish the videos.

Since then, I've gone cruising alone (little success, but a bit), to locals (even less success), and I've sought out guys to enjoy whenever I could.

And here I am, in almost permanent chastity, as horny as can be, available and tremendously underutilized. Looking for parties, locals, cruising...