The Secret Life of Mike the bipolar MANCUNT: Part 1 the beginning

This is a 100% true story and is the beginning of my journal of the hidden dark side of my life. I am a 46 yr old discrete closeted gay man that is bipolar with rapid cycling. My story and the ones to follow are not so seek sympathy or even understanding it only meant to get off of my chest all the things I have done in my progressively sick perverted life. Maybe someone will be able to relate and find some comfort in not being alone in this world.. The things I do and have done I do so out of my free will. Yes I am bipolar and most of the stories occur during either maniac or depressive times but that is the nature of the illness. Heck I don’t even consider it an illness as it has made me very successful in life.

So I guess I should start now in the present before I tell you where it all began. I am 46 yr old professional guy. 6ft, 190lbs, white and look like the guy/jock next door. I am a good looking guy and no one would ever guess the things I do or have done in my life, but I will tell the world now in my stories. Right now I am a working adult by day and a man cunt by night. I will suck and be fucked my anyone. I subject and seek out to be bound and raped. I allow myself to be whored out in Washington DC, Philly, and NYC. I have been fucked in clubs, ABS, theatres, public parks and even homeless shelters…but those stories are soon to come. I feel almost no pain or remorse anymore. I love to be tortured and abused. Not for money or acceptance but it is who I am and it has taken me a long time to come to this realization. This was who I was meant to be. To fulfill guys deepest darkest, sickest fantasies who what reason I have not clue, but I cannot seem to stop seeking out and repeating this extremely dangerous behavior. I have literally taken thousands of cum loads in my life and probably 75% I never even saw their faces. I have taken piss in my ass and drank it sooooo many times I’ve stopped counting…I’ve been tied up and humiliated and raped 100’s of times but I always go back for more. Each time getting more and more risky and abusive…I have even sunk so low as to go to a poz breeding party, allow myself to be strapped in a sling and then raped by dozens of guys who were poz and they knew I was neg. Fortunately that was a year ago and so far I am still neg. Anyway I digress.

Part one is all about the beginning and how I slowly learned that I was into guys and abuse. I would love to say something traumatic happened to me to be this way but the fact is I was born this way. I have two loving parents and three sisters and none of them know to this day who I really am in my bipolar moments. From an early age I used to love to abuse my asshole and penis.