Tommy Trash’s load diary: 16-load sauna slut

If you’re shy, saunas can be a difficult place to pick up cock. But being timid isn’t really an option when you walk around in a slave collar and chastity cage.

So it was inevitable that within minutes of arriving in a London sauna, I was bent over with men stuffing both of my holes with cock at the same time. None of them asked permission. They didn’t need to.

My name is Tommy Trash, and as you know by now, I’ve officially given myself to Paul Morris – the founder of Treasure Island Media – as his slave and property.

He put his foot on the back of my head while he fucked me, pushing my face into the floor. It wasn’t just for show. He pressed hard. I gasped in pain a few times but he didn’t relent, so I knew he enjoyed making me suffer.

I’m writing my experiences for you as my life and identity are reworked into becoming the official TIM slave. My initiation into being TIM property is that I must take 100 loads. It’s been almost two weeks, and I’m nearly there.

Last time I wrote about how I became a wandering cumdump – travelling the city to find cock and cum. Today’s diary is from later the same week when I headed to a gay sauna in London.

There was a queue to get in on this particular night – unusual but a good sign it would be busy. I know the layout here by now – I pay the entry fee, grab my towel and locker key, and strip off. There are already men eyeing me up in the changing room. I don’t shy away – they have the right to look. One slaps my ass as he walks past. I thank him.

I grab a shower and head straight to the hot sauna room. There are two levels of seating, one low and one high. I go for neither but instead, I sit on my knees on the floor. That way, the men there will be in no doubt about my role. Thanks to the choice of position, the collar around my neck, and my locked dick.

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It didn’t take long for the first guy to walk up and stick his cock in my mouth. Within minutes the sauna was crowded as about a dozen guys came in to watch the action. I was grabbed and pulled and bent over the seats, so I could continue sucking what was now a queue of guys while another queue lined up for my hole.

Within 25 minutes, I had taken loads 70, 71, 72, 73, 74, 75, 76, 77 and 78 from all manner of different men. Two of them said they recognised me from Twitter. One said they knew I was the TIM slave!

Now in need of some cooling down, I grabbed a drink and headed to the spa, only to end up getting fucked by two guys by the edge of the pool – giving me loads 79 and 80. We chatted for a bit – they were curious and turned on by my cage – and I headed off for a walk around the upstairs cruising areas.

Walking past one of the upstairs rooms, I couldn’t resist the sight of a thick cock waiting expectantly through a glory hole. I went in and backed myself up against the wall and let whoever was on the other side ram my fag hole and fill me up with load 81. I never saw who it was. I left the door to my cubicle open, so everyone walking past could watch me getting used. That earned me loads 82, 83, and 84 from three other men who wanted in on the action afterwards.

Finally, load 85 came from a quiet but very dominant middle eastern guy. He bent me over on the floor in a private room and put his foot on the back of my head while he fucked me, pushing my face into the floor. It wasn’t just for show. He pressed hard. I gasped in pain a few times but he didn’t relent, so I knew he enjoyed making me suffer. I don’t think he spoke much English, but some things transcend language – like the way he knew I was a faggot and needed to be treated as such.

There was one word he knew, though. After he blew his load in my hole, he growled “bitch” at me and left. I could have stayed there all night, but I had to make my way across the city for a night at a sex club.

Only 15 loads remain – and my hopes were on the club to get me over the line.

LOAD COUNT: 85/100

The Slave Diary
of Tommy Trash

I’m Tommy, and I’m a natural-born submissive slut. So I’ve given myself to Treasure Island Media and its founder Paul Morris to turn me into the ultimate slave. To live a life of depravity, sex, and abuse.

I’m writing about my experiences and documenting every step for you all to see. Your encouragement – and abuse – will help me become the fuck-hole slave I was born to be. Contact me at tommy@treasureislandmedia.com or via the links below.

Write to me to let me know how I’m doing, to arrange to fuck me, degrade me or just say “hello faggot”.

The Slave Diary of Tommy Trash

I’m Tommy, and I’ve always been a naturally submissive slut. But I want to be pushed deeper into this lifestyle. So I’ve given myself to Treasure Island Media and its founder Paul Morris to rework me into the ultimate slave. To live a life of depravity, sex, and abuse.

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