Had a sex dream last night that I was out at a goth/industrial club with my friends, all girled up.
A man came up to me and said that he knew me from somewhere. Then he realized he recognized me from me being boy-mode at the gym. I could tell he wasn’t sure if I was a trans woman, or a detransitioning trans man. He kept looking at me with intense and hungry eyes.
I told him to fuck off, but he liked the negative attention and started getting flustered.
Desperately, he asked me to hurt him. Pissed off, I grabbed him by the throat and slammed him against a brick pillar in the middle of the club. “You’re such a pathetic piece of shit. You want me to fucking hurt you?” I hissed through gritted teeth. I kneed him in the balls and he begged again for more.
“If you want more, you’ll have to fucking pay for it,” I said, letting go of his neck and straightening out my dress. He frantically reached for his wallet and started pulling out bill after bill, handing me a wad of cash that I stuck in my bra.
My friends were so shocked but they couldn’t help but egg me on. They wanted to see what I’d do.
I kept hurting and wailing on the guy and he kept begging for more. I raked his skin with my long, blood-red nails. I kicked and stomped on his cock and balls again and again. Choked him within an inch of passing out. Yet still he wanted more. Trembling, gasping, crying.
While I was basically crushing his cock through his pants, he came, and this being a dream, it was an insane amount of cum and got everywhere. He was whimpering like a little bitch and I loved it.
I sent him packing, and because once again dream logic, took a shower at the back of the club while my friends and I made fun of the whole situation.
I can top just fine and take control of a situation, but I’ve never really been violent like that. I keep thinking about the dream and getting wet, it was so hot…