re: TD Music Board Original CopyPasta Thread

Nope

Let's go rile Garth up...He's good for at least 5 post of Pasta, once he gets going

...When he returned he had a collar and some restraints, which he fastened on my wrist, ankles, and neck. Then I followed him into another room, it was a play room, with a sling, TV playing porn, frick bench, some toys and lube and a computer set up with a web cam. He helped me into the sling and hooked the restraints to the chain supports. Then started to cruise the sex sites 4 tops to come and try out my hole. In no time 15 or 20 mins. there was 3 guys in line to blow their load in tight hole, and 5 more on the way. I realized that I had just came to this guys house let him drop a charged load n me and now was going to be a cum dump 4 who ever he wants and I hadn’t even gotten his name. He walked over to the sling and let me know that the web cam was on and I was going to be used all weekend. There must have been 10 or more guys that had charged my arse with dirty seed before the slamm started to fade away. He could tell that I was beginning to come down and he mixed up a booty bump and told me to get on the floor face down with my arse in the air, as he unlocked the restraints. Once I was on the floor he inserted the booty bump and told me to squeeze my arse tight so that the booty bump and all the spunk wouldn’t drip out. As I started to feel my stomach cramp up from the booty bump he dressed me and told me that we were going to the baths and that I was going to take all loads. He rented one of the sling rooms and told me to get into the sling as he mixed up another booty bump. I secured the restraints myself , all but one arm. He came over secured the last arm and started to insert another booty bump. I told him that I was ok 4 now. To this he responded by placing a ball gag n my mouth and continued with my booty bump. It had only been about 20 mins since the last one. Now I was so high that I couldn’t focus my see straight. He began to frick me again, telling my how sloppy my hole was and that when he had fricked me the first time that he had ripped me. He said that he knew because when he pulled out there was blood all over his dick. He said that was a good thing, it would make it easier to ensure that my neg status was gone for good. Then he told me that he had used the point 4 my slam and that when he slammed me there was still a good bit of his poison blood in it, and now it was running thru my veins. He must have been fricking me 4 at least an hour, not that I was complaining. My arse was so hungry from the booty bumps that the only thing I could think about was getting more dick. He shot another death load in me then opened the door and walked away. It was a few mins before the first guy walked in and began to get his dick hard so that he could frick me. He was a much older man probably 55 or 60 but he had a huge cock. He came after about 5 mins of fricking wiped his dick off and left. I didn’t realize that there was a group of 4 guys waiting, they took turns one after the other all loading my eager arse. A while later my friend returned, closed the door and mixed up a huge booty bump. He squeezed it into my hole and for good measure he pushed a large rock of meth up my arse with his finger. He massaged it until it was completely dissolved. Then he removed the ball gag and asked me how I was doing. I was so high I couldn’t hardly answer but I managed to say that I was feeling a little dizzy and hot. He gave me a bottle of water and told me to drink it all as he unlocked the restraints. I drank the water and instantly began to feel better. He said that he had to leave to do something but that he would be back. Then he told me that he had left a message on the all the dry erase boards saying there was a "eager arse in the sling room taking all loads POZ IS A PLUS" as he left. I knew that I should probably get up and leave but the meth was starting to take effect. So I waited. It wasn’t long before a line began to form, I eagerly took every load that was offered. I'm not sure how long I was there in the sling room or how many guys filled my hole with their juice. When I finally started to come down from the meth climbed out of the sling, put on my clothes, and left the bath house. I felt so trashy when I walked into the day light, like everyone knew what I had just done. Not to mention that there was a wet place on the arse of my jeans where some of the spunk had slipped out of my now opened hole. It has been a few months since that happened so I'm not sure what my status is but I did feel like I had the flu about 2 or 3 weeks after it happened.

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I listen to Bassnectar all the time, and love feeling Lorin's bass inside of me. I remember my first Bassnectar concert, I felt the bass of Lorin penetrate my body; at times it felt so good, like a bassgasm of bass penetrating my basshole, but at other times, it hurt. The vibration of the bass tore open my body but I continued for Lorin. This was a cycle, until Summer Set.

I got backstage bass passes to meet Lorin through a fellow bass friend of mine. It was a bassapalooza, and after it all, I finally met Lorin! My body was shaking harder than all the bass penetrating my body at once. He extended his basshand. "Hi, I'm Lorin." I fall to the ground in a bassheap, giving thanks and bass to the bass Lord, Lorin.

Suddenly, Lorin is behind me and my pants are off. He whispers gently into my ear, "I just want you to open up." So I do. I spread my bass cheeks for Lorin. His large bassrod penetrates my tight, pulsing basshole. He starts to blast off his bass into my body, the bass pulsating my entire soul. I feel the bass timestretching my basshole. I was making so much bassnoise during this, as it hurt, but I continued for Lorin, my bass lord and bass savior. He does want he wants to do, and he does what he likes. If the Basslord wants to fill me with bass, who am I to stop him? I wanted it, I needed it, now. I had nothing but love for the bass deep inside of me.

I continued to go ahead and bounce against Lorin's mighty bassforce. Finally, he blasted off his bass into my basshole. My basshole was dripping with Lorin's bass, and I could feel it still. I then turn around to look at the Basslord's bassrod, when all of a sudden, I get a steaming hot load of bass to the face. Before I could wipe off the bass, I look up, and Lorin is gone.

I overheard my bass friends talking about how the bass set was the best one so far. They then see me, covered in Lorin's bass. "What the bass happened to you?" they asked. I tell them, the great Basslord Lorin bathed me and filled me with his warm, loving bass.

Ever since then, I have not stopped listening, feeling, and missing Lorin's warm, powerful bass. I will always love Bassnectar, and dream again of the day I get to feel Lorin's powerful bass and please him again.

Daily Darth

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You don't see it, do you? I can't even so much as start a thread on here with it being hijack by your buddies. They do their best to make life miserable on here for me. You've never said a fricking thing about how wrong that is. No you go right along. They say all sorts of fricked up shite about not just me but even my wife and kids. Have you spoke out against that even once?? Hell no. But let me make one joke back and suddenly you find your voice to speak out against how horrible a person I am. Get the frick out of here with your bullshite indignation.

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I feel like we should implement that same code on here, on the music board

GIVE Respect, GET Respect

I wish Burt was around for this...I feel like that thread would've hit 30 pages had he been here

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Is this thread the OT Melt of the year?

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Gotta be.