DEMA AFTER DARK

wanna be your victim, ready for abduction...

[blurrypainted]

⊂　　welcome to my after dark/nsft blog. this blog is for me to post my thoughts and gather posts i enjoy. i use he/him or it/its pronouns.

⊂　　i'm bodily 19, older alterly. do not interact if you're under 18, a chaser, have men in your dni, or are into any of the big 3 paraphilias.

⊂　　i'm ambiamorous and bisexual, but i would prefer if you don't flirt with me or send me suggestive asks on this blog. you don't know me as anything other than a freaky blogger, dude.

⊂　　i'm a switch, i'm into a good amount of kinks including but not limited to: bdsm, religious play, petplay, praise and degradation, probably cnc i'm not going to lie, denial, way more that i'm not thinking of.

⊂　　my tag system is here. take a look.

[blurrypainted]

Younger guy, please let me rail you. Send post.

[devilsoffering]

who does a man have to blow for a little attention around here ;P

[starryincubus]

Manhandling him till his legs are over my shoulders and his arms are pinned by his sides, leaning forward so that the weight of my hands are too heavy to lift his arms and his legs are too high to remove from my shoulders. He lets out a pathetic yelp as I force my cock deep inside him, fucking him brutally till he's dripping wet from the pain. "Look at you, you're so wet. You like this, don't you? You're getting off to being violated. What a dirty slut you are." I press my cock as far in him as it can go, using his wrists as handles to pull him even closer. Pitiful broken sobs escape his lips as I penetrate his cervix, pounding into him over and over and over and over again.

[clownenthusiast]

Okay maybe I’m back on my incel loser kick

I’m going to bully you for being a loser and a weirdo, yeah. And then I’m going to regret it, cuz you’re gonna drop your pants and show me something big—strap or not, I don’t care. But I don’t have a choice and that thing is gonna fuck me.

Push me down on a bench in the locker room and really just go to town; I wanna start crying and begging you to pull it out, but what I want doesn’t matter anymore. You need a hot place to dump a load, and I need to learn a lesson about being nicer to people. Win-win.

[sin-an]

Grabbing him by the collar of his uniform, pulling him off the floor and onto his knees, barely letting him catch his breath and cough little splatters of blood onto the ground before i kick his ribs in, stomp onto his thighs and dig my heel into his crotch; how pathetic do you have to be to enjoy that? He‘s practically begging to be tread on by simply exsisting in this state!

Letting myself enjoy his pained groans and whimpers before i find a much better use for that pretty mouth of his; grabbing him by the hair, feeling his bruised and bloodied lips against mine, tasting him a little before I force his head between my legs.

[puppyboy-boyfailure]

ughhgh imaging humping the boot of an older trans guy. my little dick throbbing as i grind down, soaking wet, dripping on him while he insults me. maybe he’ll pull away when i’m close, make me earn it, because men work hard to cum

[unrestrained-mutt]

the tip prods at your lips, urging you to open up your mouth. the muzzle reeks of what it is; metal. cold and unforgiving against your now agape split lips.

the guy above you takes the gun's safety off. you gulp. if you make a wrong move or he slips up, you'll end up with your head blown up. whatever, it doesn't matter, because your dick nevertheless twitches in your boxers. you're soaking and throbbing, so who cares?

you begin to lick away at what would be the tip if this were his cock. he lets out a small sigh of relief but his gaze does not go away, focused on you entirely. that means you're doing a good job. you keep pressing your tongue to the barrel, coating the harsh steel with your saliva and you think this could be his dick's underside.

taking it in as much as you can, he moans shakily. your gag reflex doesn't (thankfully) go up! good puppy! the gun stretches your mouth and bumps against your teeth. it feels like its scraping the insides of your mouth, but you have to keep going like the good boy you are.

it tastes salty and metallic and another third thing you can't name but its disgusting; probably left-over gunpowder but who the hell's swallowed gunpowder before in their lives? the man's hips buck up against the air as you keep twirling your tongue around the gun.

he even makes sure to grind against your clothed crotch, rubbing and frotting. you must be doing an amazing job. he pats your head. you cup the forestock as if it were balls, stroking the other end of the gun with your hand- then your fingers travel to the ejection port, later to the breech bolt and then the receiver. your hand ends up covering his own though, right over the handle, thumb pressing against the trigger.

the safety's still off, to remind you. you're being such a good boy he hasn't thought of pressing the trigger to tear apart at your throat. and he's still making sweet high-pitched noises! at this rate, he's going to come, clothed and not even having proper intercourse. see? he's soaking wet and staining the front of your pants. good job. such a good pup. keep sucking.

[fagpyree]

need to force someone onto their knees and make them suck my t-dick. need to tie up their wrists so they can't even touch themselves while they do it. need to hear them whine and get impatient while they can only get me off and have to be forced to sit there unable to touch themselves #needthat

[butchloganhowlett]

handler pinning me to the ground/a table by stabbing a knife through my dog tag chain and growling “stay”

[necrofetishist]

I wanna post more military forcemasc concepts. When I think of myself, as a dom, I see me as a very uptight authoritative person. There's a million ways to be a dominant; daddy/mommy doms, creep doms, gods and goddesses, but I mostly see myself as a general. Even when I'm not roleplaying anything related to that, I view my behavior as very close to that concept yk. Maybe it also has to do with the way I choose to dress up for scenes, I feel like I like the stereotypical office wear femdom image and that's extremely close to certain military aesthetics too

[boyrifle]

It doesn't matter who you're born as.

It matters what you die for.

And when that day comes, they'll put the right body in the ground, boy. And they'll carve your true name into the gravestone the same way I carved you into a man.

[boyrifle]

You're a man, aren't you?

Good, that's what I thought. But the way you're lying around crying and doing nothing about it makes you seem an awful lot like a girl. Go on, now, get up. Get a move on.

You'll "never be a real man?" That's some bullshit, you look an awful lot like a real man to me. Or at least you will once you put your helmet on, pick up the gun, and wipe those fucking tears off your face.

On your feet, boy. The world ain't waiting no longer for you to man up, and neither am I.

[boyrifle]

[machinechrist]

Maybe I'm just not looking in the right places but I'm shocked by the lack of soldiers and the military as a motif in forcemasc art. It's a deeply servile and submissive role, your every action in service to a senseless system of murder for the purpose of extracting super profits. It is also a deeply masculine position. People go the military to become a man, the discipline makes you a man. Pain is weakness leaving the body. Just feels like an untapped well. I made something but I don't know if I quite got the sense of powerless involved in being a soldier. Oh, and just to be clear, fuck bootboys.

[starboysdream]

Brats not caring about threats

“Keep going, watch what happens.”

“Look at me right now”

“Don’t start with me.”

“You do that and you’re gonna have a big problem”

“I won’t tell you again”

“Don’t even think about it.”

If anything, it kind of spurrs them on..

[prettypinkpumpk1ns]

older guy holding my legs down and eating me out like i’m his last meal send tweet