I was finally going to do it, I knew the dangers. I've heard the stories: the beatings, rapes, robberies, sometimes murders. But I didn't care, I wanted that taste of danger. Normal sex doesn't do it for me anymore. Looking at me you'd never take me for a rapebaiting faggot. At 6ft4, 250lbs I doubt I'd make a tempting target. My best assets are my huge globulous arse that would belong on an Atlanta stripper and my thighs as thick as tree trunks. Aside from my hole and groin, I had scant body hair.
It was time to prepare my body for tonight's temptation. I dutifully scraped every hair of my body. As I ran the blade against my tender flesh every nerve in my body was on fire with lust. My quarter sized nipples were erect enough to cut glass. I stood back looking into the mirror, not a hair on my body, slick with baby oil. I turned around and exposed my hole through the fleshy mass of my ass. The gentle brush of my finger caused it to tighten. As I pushed my finger deeper into my cunt I winced slightly, still tight like a virgin. I knew that, if lucky, I will be left torn open, bleeding and gaping.
It was time to gear up, this was the most crucial part. First was the chastity device. I found one that was perfect, a diminutive piece with dull spikes on the inside and a urethral tube. One just long enough to reach past my glans down most of my shaft. I oiled up the tube with an extra thick emulsion of crisco mixed with some hot sauce and oil based lube. As I sat there icing my genitals for the shrinking to fight in my cage, I knew I was in for a rough night, but pain would keeps me focused on my goal. As I breeched my piss slit, the burning sensation set me into overdrive. I never felt such masochistic pleasure. I had to quickly clasped the spiked cage before I got hard from the violation in slit.
A second wave of intense pain as my cock strained against the dull spikes. My balls were tightly secure and straining against my prison. My cock and balls were perfectly rendered useless and on display for humiliation. With my sac pushed back by the device ready for a quick squeeze or a strike. The finishing touch was a pink jockstrap that made my already crammed genitalia seem even more diminutive. The straps at the side of my ass pushed my cheeks together and cause them to jut out. I looked in the mirror, I was quite a sight, A fat assed masc bitch, cock locked and ready to get fucked.
My final piece was a silicon buttplug. This one was small enough that I could walk, but big enough that I would be waddling and mincing like a fag slut. I was already deep cleaned out and had the same mixture of oil based lube, crisco and hot sauce but this time it was my favorite tabasco sauce from my travels to mexico. I slowly eased in the plug gasping as the mixture burnt my smooth hole. My cock was gushing precum through the tube, the stain causing the front of my strap to darken. Slowly but surely I fucked myself with my new anal invader, imagining the horrors I will be suffering at the hands of a faceless attacker. Finally with a sickening pop, the 5 inch long by 3 inch wide plug dilated then tapered my ring around the slender handle. I was ready.
For My ensemble I wore a white tight printed t-shirt that barely covered my midrift and denim booty shorts that had my cheeks hanging out at the bottom and obviously showed off my pink jockstrap with the word, Bottom Pig on the waistband. I wore pink lip gloss with sparkles. I looked in the mirror at the provocative message: Str8 Men Want Me. I knew I was playing with fire. I knew the area I was going too wasn't going to take kindly to someone like me. But I knew I needed it, that I wasn't gonna turn back now.
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