Gambling started to become an everyday occurrence.I knew I needed to nip these tendencies in the bud before my behaviour and lawlessness became a down...ard spiral and led to debt..jail and misery!!I happened across an advertisement placed in an adult magazine an acquaintance had left in my flat it read...DO YOU MISS DISCIPLINE IN YOUR LIFE?HAVE YOU LOST YOUR WAY?DO YOU FIND YOURSELF WITHOUT PURPOSE?DO YOU FEEL THE NEED FOR ATONEMENT FOR YOUR BAD BEHAVIOUR?the ad signed off with a contact number. Her hair was pulled back in a darling comb and her make up was flawless. Stunning. I wanted to... well... I wanted to do several things, but all I did was reply "Yes..." Hi..." she smiled, nervously pausing."Hello," I smiled back. "Is there something I can help you with?" You see that man there?" she pointed to a young man dressed in a beautiful tux, looking very Pierce Brosnan-era James Bond."Wow, yeah!" I smiled, a little too much, I think."He's my husband," she continued, still smiling."I. I was in the middle of a circle of light. Women, nude and shoulder to shoulder, surrounded the perimeter. They had no faces. They were blank. Emotionless. Soulless. I was excited, but frightened. Thirteen of them, backs to the darkness. They all reached out to me, arms wanting to hold, to have, to betaken. Behind them, the darkness stirred. Everything smelled like vanilla. Blueberries. Blueberry muffins. I awoke smelling blueberry muffins. I didn’t remember baking them, but I did bake them. I decided to masterbate to it and after 10 minutes I ejaculated all over my stomach, I instantly felt dirty and guilty as I wasn’t gay but had just wanked over some hunk of a guy. I put it all to the back of my mind and carried on with my straight life.The curiosity of playing with a cock was always in the back of my mind and my sexual urges got stronger and stronger and I began masterbating a lot more to male masterbation videos. It was only watching other men masterbate that turned me on.I.