****** Welcome To loopy's World by loopy ******
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Welcome To loopy's World


Hey motherfuckers!

I want to welcome you to peek for just a moment into loopy's world... where you
can join the many men who have willingly chosen to fall down on their faces and
worship me! This isn't a story so much as it is a testimonial about life as
'loopy'. It's my pleasure to share with you what a fucking rush my life can be
at times.

Where to start? I anticipate that I'll be jumping back and forth and all over
the place as I write this, so try to keep up, ok?

Last night, I was feeling really sexually frustrated, so I hopped onto the
internet and found a local faggot who likes to submit to dominant guys, and I
met up with him. Sometimes a guy just needs a release - and that's what he
provided for me. I told him to be in his underwear, kneeling by the door when I
arrived - and of course he was. I was a complete stranger to him, but he was
desperate to please me and submit to my desires. And the great thing is, there
are so many fucking faggots just like him out there - in fact, many of you
reading this now qualify. Guys who, for whatever reason, are so fucked up that
they absolutely crave the opportunity to bow down before another man and be
totally at his mercy. It's pathetic, but great entertainment none the less. So
anyway, I show up at this fag's house - his name was Mark - and he's kneeling
there all humble and looking sheepish and stupid. I walked in and flicked him
in the nose with my middle finger, saying, "Hey there, faggot!" with a smile on
my face. And that's all it took for him to melt like butter before me. I had
just arrived, and already I owned him.

It helps that I'm pretty fucking cute. I'm not Brad Pitt, but I get no
complaints about my looks. I've had many cock-suckers begin to pant and drool
when they realize that I've decided to allow them to service me. I have quite a
small build, but I work out regularly and have a fit, defined body. I have
bleached blond hair, big brown eyes, and a killer smile. I love to smirk at a
faggot as he grovels before me. I know how to mess with the head of a truly
submissive man. Actually, I'm doing it now. By writing this, I'm messing with
the heads of all of you sub bottoms who are reading it. Your cocks are growing
hard and soon, they'll start to drip, right?

So anyway, I had Mark remove my army boots, and he immediately started sucking
on my socked right foot, which totally grossed me out. As if I need my sock all
soaked in his slimy gob! So I told him to remove my fucking socks first, and
just lick my feet. He was so desperate to obey me you'd have thought he was in
some sort of speed contest, and I had to tell him several times to slow the
fuck down. Anyway, I ended up in a chair in his living room, with him kneeling
before me, sucking and licking my feet like a dog. I'd grab his tongue between
my toes and squish it, laughing as he tried desperately to continue lapping at
them anyway. And I'd smear my wet feet all over his face, as he kept panting
and grunting like a fucking animal in heat. Every time I'd laugh at his
actions, it would make him whimper with pleasure. Some guys need so badly to be
humiliated - and they can't help but worship me, because I'm so fucking good at
humiliating them.Sexually inhibited men are the worst, don't you think? Whether
top men or bottom guys, there are too fucking many men who don't know how to
let go of their inhibitions. I have had sex so many times, with so many men,
and the vast majority of them have fucking bored me to tears. It's because they
are afraid to let go. Inside, they desperately want to be involved in a scene
that is wild and erotic and takes them beyond their safe little worlds, but
most of them can't get there. I'm not one of those men. When you're with me,
expect to have fun - because I know how to play. But if you don't know how to
let go and just let instinct rule our time together, then please don't fucking
waste my time.

So the boy last night - Mark - he was pretty damn good at being uninhibited. I
credit myself with having learned how to pick out the boys who I know are
desperately submissive, and will completely give themselves over to me. Mark
qualified. Throughout the evening, I had him crawling, begging for my cock,
pleading to suck and clean my asshole with his tongue, and I was able to give
him what he desperately needed - that sense of helplessness, that feeling of
humiliation and degradation he so craved.

I pissed on him - he didn't particularly want me to, but once I have the upper
hand with a sub, they find it hard to say no to me. So I pissed in his hair, in
his face, down over his chest. The worst for him was when I made him drink it.
The look on his face when he first tasted my piss made me laugh out loud. "A
little sour?" I asked him, through my laughter. He hung his head - not even
able to look me in the eye. It was perfect.

At one point, as he lay on the floor and I was sitting on his face, I had the
urge to fart. It was tough deciding whether to let it rip right into his
nostrils, or to hold back. I was pretty certain he'd be disgusted by it. Not
that I particularly care how he would have felt, but you see, he was kind of
fun - he entertained me. He was so fucking desperate to please me, that it was
a fucking rush. And the problem with doing something to someone like Mark that
he doesn't want - like blowing a fart in his face - is that, although I have
him sufficiently in my grasp to ensure that he will continue to please me until
the encounter is finished, the chances of getting him to agree to meet up and
service me again in the future become more remote. And since Mark was pretty
fun - in a pathetic way - as I sat over his face, trying to decide whether to
blow out the fart, I was considering if I would want to use him again in the
future or not. He'd already told me - in a gushing, longing manner as he was
worshipping my cock - that he hoped I'd let him service me every week. And
although there's no chance in hell that I'll see him that often, I might want
to meet him a few more times before I toss him away like used toilet paper.

So anyway, in the end, I held back and didn't fart. I'll fart in his mouth
another time, when I've grown more bored of him and his usefulness to me has
diminished. That way, if I disgust him so much that he doesn't want to service
me again, I won't fucking care.

Despite what my stories might lead you to believe, I haven't had that much
experience with serious raunch. And although my stories might lead you to
believe otherwise, the majority of my experiences with dirty sex have seen me
playing the role of top. I'm not certain I could actually participate in
serious scat play as a bottom. But I have no qualms whatsoever about dumping
into a guy's open mouth.

I remember the first time I ever fed a guy my shit. It was when I was on a
holiday a few years back, and had stopped in Spokane, Washington. I found a sex
shop that had video booths where men meet up for quick, anonymous sex. They've
since banned them in Spokane - unfortunately - but at the time I was there, the
place was really hopping. I had been farting throughout the day - foul,
disgusting farts - and when I got to the video arcade, I ended up in one of the
cramped little rooms with a guy who let me know in no uncertain terms that he
wanted me to treat him like shit. He begged me to spit on him, and I hawked and
gobbed in his face several times. He squirmed around at my feet in ecstasy as I
did so. He kept saying, "Please, sir, I'll do anything for you! Anything!"

Don't you love it when guys say they will do "anything"? To me, it's a fucking
turn-on, because you just know they are desperate for you to do something
really extreme - they just long to be surprised by how uninhibited you're
willing to get. Anyway, I asked him if he wanted to suck my ass, and he
practically fell over himself, begging me to allow him to rim me.

Now remember, before this time, I had been involved in some piss play, but
although I'd obviously thought about it, I'd never participated in any activity
involving shit. So anyway, since I knew that I had a gut full of raunchy gas, I
decided that I would fart in the mouth of this guy.

So there he is, sticking his tongue way up into my asshole, and there I am,
grunting and trying to squeeze out a fart, and then suddenly, he pulls his face
back from my crack and says in surprise, "You shit into my mouth!"

I turned around and looked at him, and sure enough, his lips were smeared with
brown, and there was a hunk of my shit resting on his tongue. He had this look
of amazement and horror on his face - like he wasn't sure whether to cum on the
spot, or puke. I'd had no intention of feeding him my shit, and I was so
surprised by the situation, that I laughed. Being the pathetic sub bottom bitch
that he was, the fact that he was kneeling before me, my shit in his mouth, and
I had burst out laughing at him, almost sent him over the edge with lust. And
that just made me laugh more - because it was so bizarre that it felt like I'd
entered the fucking twilight zone.

So anyway, not knowing what else to do, I told him, "Well, chew it up, fucker,"
and he started to chew my shit. He was chewing with his disgusting mouth open,
and his lust was causing him to breathe heavily, so the smell of shit quickly
engulfed our little room. It was quite revolting. Anyway, he soon swallowed my
shit, and then he just knelt there, looking up at me. I asked him if he'd ever
eaten shit before, and he told me he hadn't. I was surprised, and pleased - a
first for both of us!

I wasn't sure what to do next, but it occurred to me that my asshole must have
shit on it, and I certainly didn't want to get it all over my underwear on the
way back to my hotel. So I turned once again and told him to lick my ass clean,
which he did without hesitation - I guess my shit must have tasted pretty
great. I pulled up my pants, decided to spit in his face one final time, and
left the little booth with him still kneeling on the floor. And, you know, that
man will never forget me. There was very little dialogue between us during our
encounter. I didn't tell him I was from out of town. I wonder how many times he
went back to that place, hoping desperately to find me, to try to convince me
to let him be my toilet again.

A man like that NEEDS to be treated that way. That inner craving is simply part
of his make-up - he can't escape it. And once I brought him to that place - the
place where he actually had the shit of another man in his mouth - I believe
there was no turning back for him. I wonder how many times he's eaten the shit
of another man since that time.

For some of you, this may be the first "story" by loopy you've read. Others of
you, however, are my loyal followers from way back. I've received tons of fan
mail. Some of you have just written nice little notes, telling me that you've
read a particular story of mine, and asking me if I've written any others. Some
of you write only once - just to get a list of my stories - and others of you
I've corresponded with for varying periods of time, discussing sex or just
discovering what we have in common. Many of these letters are pretty tame, but
they are pleasant enough, and I've been introduced to some cool and interesting
guys. But there is another type of guy who often writes to me as well. You have
no idea how many people have written to me to gush and praise and adore me for
my writing. I have received literally tons of letters from people all over the
world who can hardly contain themselves, they are so sexually excited by my
work! It makes me smirk every time I read those letters.

I have you by the balls, boys! So I write you back, and I play with your heads
a bit. It's almost like you get your own personal little stories from me via
email - and they only make you want to worship me more! The kinds of guys who
read the types of stories I write - stories about scat and piss and humiliation
and control - some of them are pretty messed up. So when these men - the messed
up types - are able to discover in me someone who will willingly accept their
worship and adoration, they often almost wet themselves in their excitement.
Once again, it's pathetic - but endlessly entertaining for me. The types of
messages I receive from these men range from the excited - "You should have
seen my face when I realized who the email was from. YOU ARE AWESOME!" - to the
infatuated - "Your stories just are amazing and anyone who can write stories
like that, is just my dream sort of man." - to the obsessed - "I've lost sleep
thinking about you...I can't help but be infatuated with you...it is something
that is beyond my control."

I receive letters all the time from men who want to worship me, grovel before
me, and be owned by me. I have guys telling me that they long for me to
humiliate them, and who tell me how they ache to service me by sucking my cock,
licking my ass, or eating my shit. The letters often take on a begging tone -
these men can't contain their absolute adoration of the man who writes stories
that reach deep to the core of their pathetic, submissive selves. And if you
don't think it's a fucking rush to be worshipped like that - by countless
complete strangers - then you don't have a fucking clue! And like I said, the
best part is, I write many of you back, and I mess with your heads. I tease
you, and I throw you a bone, and like good little doggies, I can tell when you
write me back that you almost have to cross your legs, you're so full of lust
for me! And I'm a complete fucking stranger to you! I mean, I'm young and I'm
cute - but it's not like any of you have seen me. I could be an ugly old cunt,
for all you know. But it's because I know how to tap into that submissive part
of your minds - I know how to conquer you, to own you. And then I have you
writing to me that you're naked, kneeling in front of your computer keyboards
because you don't feel worthy to be sitting down in a chair when you write me
letters. It's so fucked! But it's a fucking rush for me. I get off on it. You
entertain me, boys! And you know what's even more amazing? There are some of
you reading this right now who have already decided, based on what I've just
written, that you will have to send me an email telling me how much you, too,
are infatuated with me and want to worship me or eat my shit or whatever!
You're so fucking predictable - but don't let that stop you.

Now that I've brought it up, you might feel more foolish being one of the boys
who will sit down to write to me and pour out your hearts. But those of you who
will end up doing so despite this are submissive types who long to feel
humiliated anyway.

By the way, I should probably take this opportunity to apologize to those of
you who have written but have never heard back from me. I go through periods
when I get so much fan mail that I can't possibly keep up. (At other times -
when I haven't written a new story for a while, I barely get any mail - and I
rarely check for messages during these times). So anyway, if you want to give
it another shot, I try not to miss responding to too many letters at a time -
so eventually, you'll get a response from me.

There is one guy in particular who I've recently started communicating with who
is worth mentioning in more detail. I met him over the internet, and he has
provided me with some great entertainment. He wants me to own him - he claims
he's desperate to be my slave! Of course, our relationship hasn't moved into
"real time" at this point - he lives across the ocean from me - but it's still
a fucking rush. And who knows...if I capture his mind sufficiently, maybe we'll
work on that distance problem.

Anyway, his name is brad, and he's a 22-year-old tough guy who absolutely
worships and adores me. He claims to be completely devoted to serving me, and
he is so fucking obedient that I'm proud to be able to call him my slave. I met
him through my stories. Like many of you, he began writing to me and telling me
how much he worshipped me due to how I was able to move him through my writing.
And it just grew from there. He's shared with me how he dreams about me
humiliating him. He longs to have me use him to please myself. Our
conversations usually consist of long sessions of me sitting back and taking in
his worship and complete adoration of me. He's told me, "My one desire is to
please you. I'd love to be able to serve you, to serve your body. Anything that
came out of you would be holy to me - your shit, spit, piss, sweat, snot,
anything no matter how sick it was, I'd worship it, because I worship you".

You fucking worship me, brad - you sick fuck. You grovel on your fucking face
before me.

"I want to please you so very badly. My body aches to serve you, to worship
you, to show you my subservience, to bow to you, to lick your whole body, to
lap at your armpits, to French your wonderful ass, to be covered in your piss
and shit, to feel your warm piss dripping down my hair, down my face and
further down still...."

And at this point, I laugh. I just can't fucking help myself. I laugh at this
pathetic soul, crawling on his face, begging to be covered in my bodily waste.

"God how I'd love to be able to be your faggot. I'd love being your toilet,
feeling you straddle me, and seeing your full ass come towards my face, then it
pressing right over my mouth, moaning as I press my tongue up into your ass,
tasting the tip of your turd with my tongue, knowing that soon that wonderful
delicious holy waste from your amazing body would be in my mouth, on my tongue,
would be too much for me to handle. I'd suck it out of your ass and suck on it
just like it was a cock, swirling it around my mouth. savoring each little
morsel, hearing your grunting as it left you and went into me, then slowly
swallowing it, feeling it slide down my throat, coating it with a messy liquid
all the way down..."

And he gives himself over to me. He lays himself down before me, and asks that
I take possession of him - body, mind and soul.

"Every part of my body longs to serve you. My bones want to bow before you, my
mouth lap at you, my hands caress you, my face cushion you, my back as your
foot stool, my brain as a possession you have control over. I am yours...you
own me now."

Can you blame me for playing with this boy's head? He needs it - he's
desperate! By allowing him to worship me, I'm really showing him mercy, don't
you think?

"How I long to show you how desperately I need you. I could please you, I know
I could. I'd serve you in every way I could - in sex ways, as well as in like
fetching you a beer, cleaning your house, whatever - I'd do it. God, I must
tell you, I am a very envious person, and sick as it sounds, I envy your toilet
that feels your ass, and gets your shit and piss...or your jeans that get to
press right up around your cock...your bed that gets to feel you every
night...I envy them. It makes me so insanely jealous to the point where late at
night, I wish to be your toilet, or your jeans. I cant help feeling that way. I
need to be yours..."

Of course, that hunger - it can't be filled. There are some of you reading this
now - truly submissive men - who know that very well. Sometimes, when you're so
fucking hungry to worship and service, and you completely give yourself over to
another man, it just makes it worse, doesn't it? Because it's only good during
the moments when you're actually feeling it - actually living that complete
sense of degradation and sexual servitude. And when those few moments are over,
that empty, longing feeling returns - only it's worse. So feeding your hunger
actually makes you even more hungry...

"You haunt me, you never leave my mind. I wake thinking of you - you're on my
mind through the day. I lay down fantasies of you, and dream of you by night.
God, don't you get it? I'm obsessed, I can't help it. I'm totally and
completely 100% infatuated with you. I miss meals and lose sleep because I'm
dwelling on you. I love you and everything about you...."

The boy is a lost cause - don't you think? If I don't let him give himself over
to me, he'll crawl around on his face searching until he finds someone else who
will. I'm rescuing him from himself, really. I'm allowing him to discover the
only purpose he believes his life holds.

"You're amazing, you're a god, a ruler, my controller, my master, my owner,
totally powerful, and almighty holy god. I worship you...."

Can you see where it's hard to get tired of all that? I fucking lap it up on a
daily basis. My little slave brad, he writes to me every day - at least once -
and sometimes three or four times, just to let me know how much he worships me
and never stops thinking of me. He's such a good little doggie. I'm very
pleased with his devotion.

So anyway, that gives you a small glimpse into the life of loopy. There's lots
more I could tell you - I've found a new local sub who wants to eat my shit.
We've met once, but I had no idea he'd be into my turds at that first meeting,
and although I tried squeezing one out for him once I'd discovered his dark
desires, I had nothing to feed him when we were together. That will change for
our next meeting.

So, as you can tell, I'm always keeping a lookout for new adventures! Some of
them may make it into future stories. And, as always, if your pecker is pushing
you to write to me, I'll try to find time to write you back.
Good-bye for now, and thanks for reading my stories!

loopy

PS. Don't be pissed at me - it's all about having fun! Consider the source...
:)

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