The Creation of Adam Bator
Adam Bator woke up early Saturday morning feeling a bit randy. He started making coffee, then sat in his Livingroom chair and, after grabbing his cell, he starting checking out random junk on eBay, He did this in the morning while his coffee was brewing, After searching under “weird” “bizarre” and “strange,” in the eBay search parameters, he came upon an item that spoke to him. He closed the app and grabbed a cup of freshly brewed coffee. The incredible aroma drew him in from the searching.
After pouring himself a large cup, he curled up on his chair and began again search. He searched “phallus” and “phallic” and again this item came up, Strange, he thought for a moment. He chalked it up to co-incidence. As He pulled up the page with the item and examine it closer. Adam Bator discovered that it was a brown wallet that had design etched into it. The image was of a heavy-set man masturbating his erect penis. He had his left hand rubbing his gland and his right hand stroking his huge red shaft. The image has a member that went from his groin up to his neck and upper torso. This penis was red and was excessively and inordinately humongous. The crude image etched into the wallet resemble him, he thought. The words inscribed read “The Big Prick.”
Adam Bator needed a new wallet anyway. This wallet was used, looks to be made around the late ‘60s to early ‘70s. It was only $15.00, Adam Bator though and then thought: why not? He excitedly clicked on the “Add to Cart” and then, “Go to Check-out” and finally clicked “Buy Now.” Surprisingly the wallet showed up within a week. The wallet had a slight familiar scent. It was patchouli, he knew that scent was familiar.
Adam Bator loved his new wallet. He used it all the time. Her used to stare at it. He had no idea what his attraction to this item was. Yet he loved to hold it, smell it. Masturbated and expressed himself onto that wallet. There was just something compelling that drew Adam Bator into its thrall.
After about a year of continuous use, Adam Bator without thinking threw denim jeans with keys and his precious wallet. It had become a fetish to Adam Bator, representing such an affinity with this image he had fetishized this wallet. From the washer to the dryer where the wallet was destroyed. The heat had not only blackened it but also turned it into a stiff malformed hard piece if what was so important to him.
The fire was lit in the Livingroom, Adam Bator held his malformed dried and crumpled precious fetish. As he thought about it, what he would or could do to preserve it. He tossed it into the fire. He felt that this was the appropriate respect to offer his precious fetish. He watched as the wallet caught fire. Adam Bator watched as it turned red and then dancing lights of white and blue flickered around. He was entranced. He felt compelled to grab the small brass shovel by the fireplace and scooped it out and let it continue to burn up safely on the bricks. Once it had burnt completely and the was nothing left but embers.
In an unexplainable and unexpected, as it was not preplanned, Adam Bator stripped naked in the Livingroom by the fireplace. He found his bottle of body lotion, one that advertised that it penetrates deep in the skin, and put a few squirts into the palm of his hand. He grabbed some of the ashes and mixed the ash with the lotion and caressed his cock and balls. Then he took more and, after mixing, smeared some onto his shaved head and face, desiring it to enter his dong and my brain. Then he smeared his sacred concoction over my torso, wanting it to enter my heart, my being, Then Adam Bator smeared it over the rest of his entire body. He invited the spirit of that image, that wallet into his very being.
The joy and euphoria he felt as with wild abandon he started to stroke his dong, edging and holding back until he couldn’t stand the overwhelming emotions and sensations. He was like pure euphoria. And, from that moment, Adam Bator’s true journey had revealed itself to him. Whereas before, the wallet was the object of huis getting off. He’d soak that wallet in his DNA. Sometimes he’d lick his ejaculate off while other times it had let it soak in. Somehow that wallet with the happy masturbator on it had become a true magical fetish. Adam Bator didn’t believe in the supernatural, but this experience was causing him to question his lack of belief.
After an hour of so of blissful torture, Adam Bator finally shot his load. He caught it into his hands and greedily lapped up his cum with an animalistic desire. Adam Bator got dressed into his night clothes, comfortable lounge wear. He has in his chair still covered in his magical unguent. Adam Bator started to realize that he was really turned on by smoking week, huffing poppers and watching poppers training with hypnosis videos. He kept going back to ones that taught edging techniques, mind fucking and gooner training porn videos, He was, in fact, becoming the fetish. He was becoming the man etched into the wallet, He had that belly, that bald head, it was remarkable that he looked so much like his fetish. Fortunately, Adam Bator photographed the image of the gooning man, the chronic masturbator. I suddenly realized that I was becoming that image. I was becoming the gooning chronic masturbator. I did get a bit frightened. What would I become? Will I wind up in a mental health facility because I’ve become a mindless bator.
After trying, unsuccessfully, to quit, I can’t. I’ve resigned myself to this life and in that surrender I am discovering my self more. It’s almost a blissful religious experience. After another year of becoming that fetish, I feel good. I am discovering more porn, more hypnotic porn, brainwashing porn, poppers training porn, pornosexual porn, solosexual porn, strobe lights porn, etc. …… and my penis needs more porn and more porn and more porn and more porn …… Ill be sure to keep my Bate-Brothers updated and let me know if you like my story so far …….
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