Make me take it.

I want to be made to endure an assault on my ass from multiple women, but the conditions have to be right.

I want to be bent over and tied down, my legs spread wide, and my ass on full display. I need my ankles to be cuffed to the legs of the bench, I need my wrists to be cuffed and stretched out in front of me, and I need a wide belt holding my waist down to the bench. I want to be helpless, unable to dodge the inevitable.

I won't be blindfolded or gagged. I need to be able to see what is in front of me, and I need to be able to moan, curse, and scream in horrible ecstasy.

I want as many women with strap-ons as possible to line up and take my ass. I want to be made to take small, large, thin, long, fat, short, and realistic strap-on cocks. I want them to pound my bottom fast, slow, hard, and soft.

I want each woman to peg my ass till she is satisfied, before the next in line takes her place. And when everyone has pegged me once, I want them to peg me again.

I want to be fucked hard and fast, my screams forced from me. I want to be fucked slowly and sensually, where the plastic phallus repeatedly stimulates my prostate. I want to take a dildo two sizes too big, stretching me till I feel like I'm going to split in half. I want to take it in my ass while getting face fucked by another mechanical member.

I want to, no… I need to be pegged without remorse. I need to be an object for the sole entertainment of a multitude of women.

As I write this, I wonder if I am broken. Am I? Is it normal to want this as a man, a straight man? Am I a deviant? An immoral monster that craves this unnatural vice? Has my soul been hurt in such a way that makes me need this, or is my unconscious telling me that I have hurt someone and this is somehow my way of being punished?

I have broached the topic only a couple of times with partners in the past. One was willing to try, but nothing came of it. Another wanted to peg me frequently, and we indulged in many sessions where she would peg me to hurt me, but she never wanted to share in my full obsession. The rest? Well, the rest blushed and laughed it off, never mentioning it again.

How do I tell a woman that, yes, I want to have "normal" kinky sex? My cock buried in her pussy, my cum on her face, and all that "normal" heterosexual sex, but that I also want to be used in this way?

This is my obsession. This is what dances in the shadows of my mind, hoping that one day, I will be brave enough to express this burning need in me and that someone will be caring enough to hurt me this way.

Perhaps this is my way of telling the world what my thoughts and desires are.

Until that day, my obsession will remain hidden in the darkest depths of my mind, only to rear its head when I leave it unchecked. I will continue to secretly sit on my plastic dildo and occasionally wear that monster plug hidden away in my nightstand.

I will appear to be your average, middle-aged man that lives a comfortable middle-class life in suburbia. But know that this obsession lives inside of me.