What's in a name, right?
Language matters. Especially in sex. Especially for us. The words we use for our bodies shape how we see them, how we offer them, and how they’re used. And when it comes to the gay male body—especially the submissive, receptive body—it’s time we talk honestly about the most important word of all: what we call our hole.
You know I'm all about calling things by what they are. I don't just say cum or load, I say sperm, semen, tadpoles, swimmers. You know why? Cuz that's what the fuck it is! And when we realize what it is and what we're doing, the sex gets even hotter, doesn't it? Because now we're not just letting a guy cum down our throat. No. Now we know we're gulping down his sperm - his living DNA - from his balls into our belly.
But what about the other half of the equation? The place where the sperm gets pumped. Where we want it to get absorbed.
Language isn’t just semantics—it’s sex, power, surrender, and identity. And when we talk about being bred, filled, pumped full of sperm by another man, the words we use aren’t just dirty talk—they’re signals. They tell our top what kind of hole he’s about to use. They tell the room what kind of bottom we are. And they tell ourselves what we’re made for.
So let’s ask the question plainly.
What should we be calling our hole?
“Asshole” is the most common, but let’s be honest—it’s lazy. It’s anatomical, cold, and too close to a medical chart. “Asshole” sounds like something a frat bro might shout in a locker room brawl, not a term of reverence or purpose. It points to the body part, not the function. And for us, the function is everything. This isn’t just an exit. This is the center of gay reproduction.
Asshole just doesn't seem to do it justice, does it? It's not a powerful enough word to imply that this is the place to FUCK, the place to CUM, the place to BREED. Saying asshole feels a bit like calling a cock a penis, it doesn't really express the true power of what we're referring to. While "penis" may technically be accurate it doesn't even begin to convey the power a "cock".
“Hole” is better. It’s raw. It’s blunt. It strips things down to the truth: we are an opening, a space to be entered, filled, and stretched. Calling yourself a hole is a submissive act of acknowledgment—you are there to receive. But still, “hole” is missing one thing: power. It’s almost too neutral. It’s a placeholder, not a destination.
Now we get to the big ones. The ones some men hesitate to say out loud. The ones we need to start using without shame:
Cunt. Pussy.
That’s right. The words some gay men fear. The words that send shivers down a top’s spine when he hears them moaned under him. The words that shift the scene from casual to carnal. From hookup to heat. From gay sex to primal breeding.
Here’s the truth: we already act like we have a cunt. We shave it. We clean it. We stretch it. We train it. We ache when it’s empty. We leak when it’s touched. We open up like a bitch in heat when the right top gets near us. So why not call it what it is?
Because words have power. And “cunt” is a power word.
When a man calls his own hole a cunt, he isn’t becoming less of a man. He’s becoming more of a breeding bottom. He’s announcing his purpose. He’s triggering the deepest part of a top’s DNA—the part that doesn’t want to just fuck… it wants to breed. Impregnate. Leave something behind.
Calling it your pussy tells him he’s not just fucking a man—he’s mounting something meant to be used. It’s no longer about who you are, but what you are: a receptacle. A place to pump his seed. A purpose-built cunt.
Traditionally, the term pussy has been used for women. It's the place straight men want to stick their dick. It's where they want to pump their seed and impregnate. They don't think just vagina, do they? When a man is horned up, and turned into a breeding, impregnating animal, he thinks of filthy dirty terms that get him off; like pussy and cunt.
Well you can fucking guess that's the exact thoughts I want my top thinking when his bare cock is in my ass. This isn't just some Bel Ami shit goin on in the floor of his condo. This is some Treasure Island dialed up to an 11. I want him to think that he's fucking something more than just an asshole. It's not just a hole. It is a receptive, hungry, open hole that wants his cum. I'm more than just any bottom. I am a breeding bottom. I recognize that I'm in heat and I know what I need. I do everything to turn my tops on so they shoot big loads in me. I want them to knock me up. I want to absorb their seed. My body is built for it. That's why I've made sure my hole is ready to accommodate cock and cum. Before and after every session.
So fuck yeah, think of my asshole as a male pussy. Fuck it like you'd fuck a pussy. Serve your MALE purpose and impregnate me with your DNA. Do everything the way you'd do it to make a baby. Call it that cuz that fucking turns me on and reminds me that you're in touch with what we're really doing. Which is fucking to breed. Impregnating. When you use that term you're telling me that we're on the same wavelength.
And the more men use it for that purpose, the more of a pussy it becomes. I mean take a look at those photos above. The more of a cupdupm bottom you become, the more your hole transforms into a pussy. That's right, being a bareback breeding cumdump who takes dick and receives loads actually will see his hole physically transform over time into a pussy that's even more accommodating for men's cocks. Like mine. With all the fucking it's gotten, my male pussy has been abso-fucking-lutely turned into something other than just an asshole. It's been stretched, puffed, puckered. It tells tops - this is not just a dude's asshole. This is a bottom who can take dick. Who can and will take your dick.
Happilly.
This is what separates the boys from the men. This is what turns a simple fuck into a breeding session. When you call your hole a cunt, you’re claiming your submission, your purpose. You’re not just the bottom—I’m not just your top. We’re in this together, tied by the biology that runs through us. And I need to hear that word, because it’s primal, it’s powerful, and it’s exactly what I’m looking for when I’m on top.
So let me hear it, pig. Let me hear you own that cunt. And then I’ll breed it. Fill it with all that energy, all that power, and leave it ready for the next round. Because that’s what you were made for—being used. Being bred. Being cunted.
And to the tops reading this: don’t hold back.
Don’t be afraid to say it. Ask your bottom if his pussy is ready. Growl that you’re going to breed his cunt. Let your voice carry the filth and the awe. Let him know you see him as what he’s become: not just a man, but a breeding object—sacred, soaked, and waiting to be filled again.
We don’t need euphemisms. We don’t need polite language. We need purpose. Identity. And truth. And the truth is: for some of us, that’s not an asshole anymore. It’s a cunt.
So call it what it is, pig.
And let him hear it loud and clear before he puts another load in it.
