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Oh to tell an insecure, shy boy just how beautiful he is. To watch him shudder as I trail a finger across his skin, so sensitive from never being toyed with. To kiss his face, his neck, his belly, watching his eyes get wider, more nervous, wondering just how far I'm gonna go. To take it further than he expects. To gently push his thighs apart, feel the resistance, and keep going. Tell him he's being so good for me. That he's so pretty like this. That he can handle it. That he needs to just sit still and take it. To take him apart piece by piece, shaking knees pushed up to his shoulders, pinpricks of tears in his eyes. There you go, baby, you're being so good. So cute, so beautiful for me, just letting it happen. Such a good boy.
Something I've noticed is that most forcefem stuff I see is rather gentle, babying, almost hypnotic (either figuratively or literally), and I fucking love when forcemasc is the polar opposite of that. Rough, demanding, tongues and teeth and dirt and filth. Blood on your lips and sweat on your back. It doesn't treat you like a precious little pup, but rather a mangy mutt that needs to be tamed, broken down, disciplined, to become something better, something fierce and dangerous.
Stop cowering, boy, show me your teeth. Show me you can fight. I'll put it to good use.
Sometimes you gotta order a dumb boy to stuff himself just to watch him struggle with it. Sometimes you just gotta make sure he's pressing down on his belly, forcing himself to wrap tight around every inch of that toy—just a smidge too thick to be comfortable. It's alright if he whines a little. Great, even. It means he's learning his lesson.
That's right, baby, up and down. Just keep riding it. I know, I know, it hurts a little, just keep going. This is what holes like you are made for, alright? Never gonna get any better if you don't try.
So who's gonna let me ask them about all their nasty little kinks? Who's gonna let me force each confession out of them, no matter how embarassed and flustered they get? Maybe tease them for how depraved their interests are. No, no, of course I'm not gonna take advantage of anything you tell me, I'm just curious. It's not like you're getting all hot and bothered just talking about what you're into right? That would be pathetic. Well... now that I've said it, are you? No? Oh come on, just tell me the truth. Be good, pup.
Sometimes, I'll catch myself trying too hard to be dominant for other people, trying too hard to put them in their place when I barely have any ground to stand on myself. I think someone needs to come take over and show me what I'm really made for, how I struggle to strike another but can take a hit like it's all I'm good for. Shove their fingers between my lips and show me just how desperate I get, how I drool onto the floor with zero shame, how easy it is to just handle me and throw me around, all the while chastizing me for ever trying to be anything other than a silly, dumb toy.
Dominant trans guy please save me
Dominant trans guy please compare dick sizes with me
Dominant trans guy please facefuck me
Dominant trans guy please call me names
Dominant trans guy please spread me out on your fingers
Dominant trans guy please beat me up
Dominant trans guy... sigh...
I think everyone wishes they had someone to tell them how to touch themselves right. Someone who will decide whether or not they should cum yet. Too fast, buddy, you think you've earned that yet? No, slow and steady. There you go, just like that. Quit your whining, I'm just helping you. The trust of letting someone else decide just how good you get to feel. Fuck, the battle to keep yourself in check just so they can keep playing with you. The idea they can just decide to leave you needy like that. I'm going insane.
When I say I'm into forcemasc I mean I'm into FORCEmasc. I wanna be FORCIBLY masculinized. Shove that needle in my thigh. Shave my head. Make me fight you.
I don't wanna be gently encouraged, I wanna be tied to a chair and have my sensitive, achy t-dick played with, overstimulation coarsing through my veins until I cave and start referring to myself as the man I am. Beaten whenever I cry about how my "clit" hurts—that's your cock, f****t. Stop trying to be something you're not.
Arm wrestling where the winner gets head? Been on T for a few years.
God the things I'd give to do this.
The sweat on his forehead. The little grunts. The light in his eyes when your wrist hits the table, the surge of pride when he realizes just how well those T shots have served him, how it wasn't even hard to pin you down now. Just how easy it would be to shove you to your knees, yank your hair, pry your mouth open, do whatever he wants with you—and by god, you already know he will. Do you really think he's gonna be gentle with you once he's figured out how easy it is to manhandle you? Those muscles aren't the only thing that've been growing, yknow.
Damn, I can't decide which would be better, winning or losing?
Need me a guy who just started T and can't deal with how fucking desperate it makes him. He's always sweating a little and sitting uncomfortably on shot days. How could he not?—His tdick is starting to grow in, and Jesus, that seam in his jeans is pushing against all the wrong spots, all the bits that are just a little too swolen and sensitive from all the hormones. Maybe if he just unbuttons his pants, it'll be a little more comfortable, you won't mind... but now his muscle memory is taking over, working down that zipper, brushing against that blossoming happy trail, and the hormones really start to kick in. He gives you that desperate little look and you already know you'll be sucking his new cock for the third time today.
Thinking like obsessively about a strong older tguy who forces you to exercise. Who steps on your back while you're planking. Who kicks you over while you're doing pushups. Who makes you do "just one more set" until you're literally sore and shaking and about to cry. "Come on, don't be such a pussy. You wanna be a man? Get up. Work for it." Punishes you by making you do wall sits until you can't feel your legs. Gets off to the sound of you panting and struggling. Maybe if you do good, he'll take advantage of your weak, limp body afterwards. GODDAMN.
"It's not really fucking if he doesn't have a dick wah wah wah" Try saying that with his fingers slamming against the back of your throat. Try gagging and drooling around his hand like a dog. Try having his fist buried in your hair with a vice grip, smothering your mouth and nose in his crotch until he decides you've done well enough to breathe and tell me you aren't his little fuck toy.
"Oh come on, cut that out. Boys don't cry." while a trans guy face fucks me and degrades me till I'm sobbing would fix me actually.