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One Gay Man’s Life with Sexual Humiliation

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Forty years ago I stood in the center of a crowded room with a nervous grin on my meet. It was lunch time, and the office canteen was packed with obstreperous colleagues in a festive mood.

Decorations and a sumptuous buffet table lent a festive atmosphere to the gathering, which was a farewell party for me.

I had prepared what I thought were some appropriate remarks about how rewarding my five years had been working with the people who surrounded me. Never good at widespread speaking and a shy person by nature, I dreaded the attention that was being lavished on me at that moment. I hoped after I delivered my speech, which had been scribbled on the back on an envelope, that the crowd would disperse and I could somehow melt into the milling throng of well-wishers.

PERSPECTIVE: #MeToo

My work was in Southeast Asia with an international company, and it had been interesting and rewarding. I had been told, via performance reports, that I had carried out my duties in an exemplary manner and, as a reward, I was being offered another assignment with greater responsibility in a neighboring state. Now was the t

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在被全網瘋傳「狗叫／豬叫」影片後，斯科特被公司判定需要輔導教育。
進行課程的人，是有著黑眼圈、紅瞳與導演狂氣的大帥哥芮克先生。

斯科特越說謊，屁股就越紅。
芮克像剪輯電影一樣將他的崩潰變成藝術。
而斯科特──這個仗勢欺人的人渣，
竟在羞辱中射了。

芮克先生非常滿意。

Lyndon Skott never dreamed the company’s mandated “psychological educator” would be Mr. Reca—the infamous showman who turns boardrooms into stages, his leather-gloved hands delivering critiques like well-timed strikes.

When scandal erupts—viral footage of Skott’s degrading barks and oinks plastered across the net—he’s sentenced to “therapy.” But this is no healing session. This is performance art disguised as punishment, orchestrated by Reca’s sadistic brilliance.

In this wickedly elegant descent, shame dismantles pride, pain excavates raw truth, and humiliation becomes Skott’s only tongue—a symphony of gasps, choked moans, and the sound of his own breaking, echoing to Reca’s unrelenting rhythm.

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I’ve always been gay, but I’ve never been overtly effeminate. Coming from a family of several positive male role models, I never had to hide who I was, so I never did.

Like everyone, I had heard the stories about men being “turned out” in prison. As I was being booked into Orleans Parish Prison in November of 2004, I realized I was a target.

During the processing I was placed in a holding cell with nearly fifty other prisoners.

I was terrified going into the cell. So I found a quiet detect on the floor in the corner. I sat with my knees in and my arms folded with my head down, so I’m not sure how they knew I was gay. Still, a man sat next to me and put his arm around me. I attempted to spring up but another man stood over me and forcefully pushed me back down by my shoulders.

“You ain’t fighting back, is you, sweetness?” he said. I looked at him in horror as tears welled up in my eyes. The man who was standing exposed himself while the other aggressively forced me to give his friend oral sex. Out of fear, I performed oral sex on them both. Even with several people in the cell, no one said or did anything. I don’t know why I expected them to do anything.

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Little Humiliation: An ABDL Gay Story

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Once the bombs fell, everything changed. I would do anything for food, including being diapered as an adult. I was a grown man, and when I found this community, I reflection it odd. There was a guy in it that was different from the others. His name was Large Troy and everyone else was his littles. I was set to get one of his - a diapered grown man - and despite the humiliation it all brought to me, there was no denying he made me feel something dirty for him. Degradation of my soul had just started, and all I knew was that there was no stopping him when he position a paci in my mouth. This is a role-play short story, and all characters in it are adults.

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Published May 8, 2020

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Dan, Chad, Todd and Adam were college jocks that had been mates for years. They’d gone away during spring break for a week, to earn catch some rays and hopefully some pussy. All were well built handsome studs, each excelling in one sport or another, and non had previously had trouble with the girls, often keeping a few girls on the go at the equal time.

They’d been on holiday a few days and had settled into a routine of beach and booze, but the girls were not so effortless to come by. One afternoon, early in the week they were all handed a flyer by a well-built young dude wearing only a skimpy G-string and a glow. All the jocks were wearing really baggy drawn-out shorts and felt uncomfortable around the near naked kid.

Dan spoke up “What’s with the flier kid?” he said, not really trying to make eye contact. “Oh it’s for a hypnosis show tonight” lisped the young gentleman in a very effeminate way. Dan flinched away, he’d noticed that the kid had walked up to them with a bit of a sashay going on in the hips department, but now with the voice, Dan knew the kid must be gay, in evidence Dan thought the kid must be a authentic flamer!

“Fuck off kid, we aint going to any faggy hypnosis show, he’ll probably have