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please don’t observe me. not my first blog. adult(20) male (ftm). keeping it 18 +

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18+ this is a side blog for my more mature interests.

im 20, trans male (pre op), 4~ years on T.

dms and asks are open. no incest or scat

my likes are also public so have fun with that info.

masochist.

(he/him)- unless you’re dehumanizing me, then i really don’t get a say now do i

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my desire is to be swag and cool but unfortunately i am nothing but a fanboy at heart

[frijolebean]

Pink💕🎀👙

Full + extra ;) on bsky

[allthebettertobiteyouwith]

Boy that talks a big game about how he's "such a brat" until you say something that activates his puppy brain and then he's telling you how desperate he is, whining and asking for permission to stick his hand down his boxers

[prettyboypet-deactivated2025080]

I wanna kidnap you and keep you as my pet. No more speaking or walking on two legs. You’d just bark and crawl. If you ever spoke I’d slap you. I’d use you to get myself off not caring about how you feel.

omg please- woof 🥺 i’d probably need training to get accustomed to my new life.. but i’d be such a good dog after i settled, crawling around doing anything for your pleasure, barking n whining while you break my mind n body into your obedient pet

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uhhhhh anyway getting invited to your rich-partners-friends-surrealist party and show up like this, blinded and led around all night. not socializing because you are not a guest you are on display (picrew)

[prettyboypet-deactivated2025080]

need more trans boy tit appreciation, like pls don’t ignore my tits they r so sensitive and i can cum so hard just from having my nipples played with, just touching my tits gets me so wet and hard and ugh, need more ppl playing w my tits, grope me while we talk cuz they’re just so pretty, ignore my aching puppycunt and just toy with my tits for hours making me a dripping mess cumming over and over again from my sore nipples

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guys i’ve been afraid to ask this but wtf is a mating press i missed the info at some point is it a position or is it like, a breeding stand but different

[prettyboypet-deactivated2025080]

i need dog friends and we’re both trans and 20 so what’s up home slice?

hello fellow trans 20 year old dog!! very nice to meet u and i hope ur doing well :]

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doing great, being gay and horny 👍

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was drinking water out of a paper bowl because i didn’t wanna clean a cup. asked to hit my roommates vape, he said “drink your water first, dog.” and the way i IMMEDIATELY WENT TO DO IT AHH. i had to stop myself and laugh it off :/

[prettyboypet-deactivated2025080]

hate being a regular guy want to be a puppy alll the time, wanf a dom to break my brain so i cant function without them, all i can do is please them and sit around w my dumb puppy brain thinking about pleasing them. give me a nice puppy bed to nap in when they’re off doing real person things. wake me up by touching me so i come to whimpering and whining and brainless. keep me full of toys when they’re away, writhing and knowing i cant cum til my owner is home. hook me up to a fucking machine to keep me nice n stretched out for them. take away all my thoughts and leave me a leaky stupid mutt waiting for it’s owner and humping their leg when they finally come home. keep me brainless and high and horny all the time, no time off just a dumb puppy forever and ever and ever

[prettyboypet-deactivated2025080]

need someone to forcibly shut off my brain until all i know how to do is say “yes sir” and whimper pathetically while they tease me for being sooo dumb for them, just a stupid mutt who can’t be trusted to anything but be a horny bitch in heat. uhm now preferably.

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Reblog if you want a bunch of “have you evers” and “would you rathers” in your ask box right now.

Do this. NOW. Anon is on. Don’t be shy! Make it awkward.

[three-unabashed-fish]

boys who want to be kidnapped or treated like an actual pet or manipulated or intoxicated are the sweetest things on this earth and i don't make the rules

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Dreaming of being bred by a monster, a minotaur or a werewolf, something much larger than me. Their offspring growing much larger than a human baby, my belly getting huge so fast that my body struggles to keep up. Stretch marks forming daily, growing red and angry as I just keep swelling. I'm looking nine months pregnant before I'm even half done, drawing looks wherever I go, people staring and whispering as they see me waddle around.

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Read the tags. It’s a bit long. First one I’ve done. Might be a series. FtM/M to jump to the smut go down to the white line

Michael walks to the bar across from his motel room. It had been a long weekend. Driving from South Carolina to New York and back. On the return trip he had to pull over, somewhere in Virginia. No name motel in a no name town.

The floor is sticky under his feet. Worn boots making their way to the bar. He orders a drink- a rum and coke. Something with a bit of caffeine to work off his headache. He had been driving for ten hours straight and was no where near done. Just a nights rest. Then he’d get back on the road.

He’s deep in thought when a man saunters up to him, taking the seat next to him despite the miles of empty stools. He notices his boots first. Old, black leather. Certainly in need of a good shine.

“Can I get you a drink?” The man says, not so subtly checking him out.

Michael downs his drink, licking the sweet cola off his lips once he’s done. “No thanks man. Not looking for anything tonight.” He throws a five down, attempting to leave. He pulls a pack of cigarettes out of his jacket, bummed to find them empty.

“You smoke reds?” The man holds up his own pack of Marlboros. Shaking them slightly.

Biting his lip, Michael considers for a moment. He nods, and allows the man to lead him towards a side door. Stating that’s where he usually smokes. They spark up, leaning against the wall and facing each others general direction.

“Been in town long? Or are you a local?” Michael asks, taking a long drag of the sweet tobacco. It’s not his usual brand- more expensive. Better tasting.

“I’m passing through. Picking up some cargo for this gig I got. It’s a videoing thing. Live streaming.” The man replies, cigarette already almost down to the filter. He pulls out a flask, taking a sip before wordlessly offering it to Michael, who takes a large swig. It must be safe after all, this stranger just took a drink himself.

“Live streaming? Are you on twitch or anything I might know?” He takes another drag, and another sip when the flask is offered to him again.

The man chuckles, the sound warm and deep. Like the whiskey he can already feel coursing through his veins. Sure he hasn’t drank in a while, but he doesn’t normally feel this tipsy so quickly. Michael struggles to hear the man’s words.

“No, no I doubt it. It’s not gaming so much as it is- performances.” The man rambles on. Michael only catching bits and pieces. He’s offered the flask again, taking a small sip before it’s dumped into his mouth. He attempts to cough, not expecting that much liquid. But he feels his head hit the wall behind him, and a hand go over his mouth and nose. Forced to swallow, Michael does so. Wide eyes. Cigarette dropped and forgotten on the ground. He struggles against the man’s hold, his body growing warm and tired. The brick behind his head is cool and comforting… he loses his grip. Slipping off into a dreamless sleep.

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Head pounding, Michael wakes up on his stomach. Noticing his mouth being full first, he gags and tries to get it out. Finding it stuck in his mouth he swallows around the large object, attempting to get his wits about him.

He goes to move, finding his entire body strapped down and bent. His ankles bound to the floor in chains, legs strapped to the stand under him in leather. He’s bent at the waist, his torso and arms held down with more leather straps. Even his neck, which has a thick weight around it now, is attached to the table underneath him. Oddly, he’s fully clothed. The only thing missing being his socks and shoes.

Suddenly, he’s blinded by lights. They seem to be coming from all around him but he can’t move his head to check. He hears footsteps approach, and that same dark, warm laugh from the alley. Michael groans into his gag, fear coursing through his veins. Heart pounding in his head with his hangover.

There’s a harsh slap, pain going across his ass as he grunts into the gag.

“Welcome to the show, pet. It’s not often I get to do an unboxing video but I was too excited to let you wait any longer.2 Figured I’d let the world see me unravel you for the first time.” The footsteps approach him, coming around to the front.

Michael feels a hand in his hair before he’s jerked up, the chain attached to his collar going tight. He strains to look up. Seeing the man in a sharp suite, and black face mask. Completely obscuring his identity. Michael whimpers and struggles against the restraints. He protests, trying his hardest to yell obscenities at the man. His heart pounds. He’s being lived streamed. He’s on camera. People are watching this and doing nothing.

The man walks away. Addressing who he assumes is the camera in a foreign language. It’s not long before he feels the sharp edge of a blade brush against his clothing. He shivers, squeezing his eyes shut as if he can time travel through this moment. His shirt is cut off first, the man running his warm, heavy hands down his back. Into his underwear and grabbing his ass. Michael tries to jerk back against him, but is stopped by the restraints. The man chuckles as he cuts more clothing off.

Michael winces as his underwear is ripped away. Freezing at the same time as the man.

“Well what do we have here?” He forces Michael’s cheeks apart, spitting on the area. “A special treat I see. Are you fixed?” The man shoves two fingers into his sex, skipping over his ass for the naturally lubricated hole. “Not often I get to have a toy like this, you’re gonna make me lots of money. Aren’t you, puppy?” He pulls his fingers out, slapping his bare ass before walking away once again.

Michael cries into his gag. Tears steadily forming in his eyes. On the bright side- if there ever could be a bright side, he passed well enough that this creep was surprised.

Cold metal touches him. Circling his asshole before being shoved inside. He grunts in pain, attempting to adjust to the small stretch. From the size he assumes it’s a plug, and soon he feels fur brushing against the top of his ass. He gags, imagining the tail nestled inside of him.

“Shh puppy, you’ll like this. I can feel how wet you are already.”

To Michael’s own horror, he realizes how truly turned on he is. His sex hot, and wet. Little T dick pulsing and begging to be touched. His hole quivers in anticipation. Mortified, Michael tries to bury his head in the table he’s tied to.

The man slaps him again. Taking off his belt and rutting against his hole. Mike hears the belt snap. Wincing before it even touches him.

Blows begin raining down on his back. Leather leaving harsh red marks down his torso. He moans into the gag, eyes rolling to the back of his head and his hips involuntarily grind back. He pulls himself together once the blows stop. Heat rushing to his face and back.

The man pulls his cock out, leaving his pants pulled up so he can feel the fabric brush against Michael’s legs. He thrusts in without warning, going balls deep into the sweet warmth that was awaiting him. He pulls out, thrusting in immediately once again before starting a rough pace. He grabs onto the man’s hips, fingers digging into bones as he shoves in hard enough to rattle the stand he strapped this boy to. He grabs the tail, pulling it against his rim before fucking it into his ass.

Mike attempts to stay as still as possible. Hands clenching as he fights off his own sounds. While the dick hurt at first he’s found his body to be quickly adapting. The pain adding a much needed spice to any pleasure he’s getting out of it. His holes clench, the thin wall separating the toy and this man’s cock allowing him to feel every movement. His legs shake, body clenching as he staves off an orgasm.

He doesn’t know how long he spends tied to the table. He feels cum and slick drip out of his hole as the man pulls out. He whimpers at the loss, not sure if he wants it to return or not. Words are being spoken, he’s not sure if they’re for him or not but he’s not listening. Hips rutting against air as his hole gapes, begging for more.

There’s the smooth feeling of silicone before a large toy is shoved into him. Michael yells behind the gag, being stretched farther than he had been before. It takes a few minutes but the man works the toy into his hole. Silicone being thrust in an out of him.

The man admires his work, thrusting the knotted toy into his new pet. He begins working the knot in, shoving his fingers in as well to help the boy stretch faster. Pain is irrelevant to him. He’s merely breaking in a new toy. He hears a scream when he finally shoves the knot in, ignoring it as he begins strapping it into place. Assuring that his pet cannot push the knot out or remove it in anyway. He likes to keep them filled.

After a while of grinding the knot into his pets hole he leaves. Turning the lights off as he leaves him bare and gagged.

[yourowndungeon]

You're too stupid to live on your own. I'm putting you on a leash and I'm restraining your hands because you probably don't understand "look don't touch" and I'm filling that mouth of yours because you don't have anything to say thats worth hearing and I'm picking your clothes out for you because you don't look like you know how to dress yourself and I'm taking your phone because you can't use it without causing yourself problems and I'm putting those doggy ears on you because I know what you are