i guess i should finally make one of these intro things sooo 😵💫 my name is hypnos but u can call me whatever u want!!! a dom asserting a pet name or pronouns on me is hot to me tbh
pronouns: it/they/he but i enjoy she in the right context
other names: pup/puppy, mutt, good girl/boy, kitty/kitten, baby, doll, slut/whore, toy, fag, junkie, kid/kiddo
im transmasc but i’ve been pretty genderfluid lately and i rlly like to embody the role im playing as :3 im 22 years old, almost 4 years on T, and almost 3 years post top surgery. im mainly T4T and really enjoy taboo kinks/fetishes especially ones where im mentally + physically being controlled. im more vers/switchy irl but submissive in most of my fantasies so thats why you’ll mostly see that here. this is a sideblog so if i interact it’ll show up as @weed******
DNI: racist, homo/transphobic, zionist, ableist, pro contact w/kids/animals, etc. u know the drill
looking for: owner, mistresses/masters, mommy/daddy, big sis/bro/siblings, monsters and freaks <3
my dms/asks/replies are always open for people to tell me what they want to do to me or vice versa, i’ll do requests when i can!! im on here infrequently but when i am im usually out and about trying to edge in public or smoking weed and jacking off. if ur in the bay area tho lmk so we can meet up ❤️🔥
How To Sell Yourself Into Modern Slavery (Porn, Dubcon, FemPov, 2nd person)
I can't believe it's going to end like this.
The man greeted you at the park at night. It was dark, the old trees rose high and in the distance, you saw the faint flickering lights of your hometown. The cold air pressed against your skin and raised goosebumps you tried desperately to ignore.
He didn't look like you'd expected. Then again, it wasn't like you really had any idea what he was supposed to look like. It wasn't as though you were an expert on selling your body for cash. You hadn't wanted to take this route. You'd tried desperately to avoid it, but debts had piled up. Things that should have been sure had turned out not to be. Then, there came the message. The sort of thing you'd usually ignore. But you were desperate. You had nothing else. All your plans had fallen through.
"Not bad," his voice echoed through the old park. "I can see why you'd want to do this, slut."
You crossed your arms, a flash of colour reddened your face and your next shiver had nothing to do with the wind.
"You have the money?"
"Down to business right away?" He tilted his head. "All right, yeah, I've got the money. Fifty thousand for a three year contract. Held for you until you're done. Bonus potential up to double that if you're a crowd pleaser."
Your teeth found your lower lip. A visceral sense of disgust and unease rose in your gut.
"Fine."
"Fine?" He raised an eyebrow. "That's all you're going to say? I suppose we're going to have to teach you all kinds of things, huh?"
"Fine, sir." The word tasted of ash in your mouth. "I-I'll do it. Just as long as you take me away from here. I don't want my friends to see."
"Well, that's not really your choice anymore. If your friends want to see you being a little slut for us, that's their choice. So long as they're willing to pay, of course. Wouldn't it be fun to bounce on their cocks? Don't tell me you never wanted to? Or... or you the kinda girl that doesn't have guys as friends? I'm sure plenty of your girl friends want a piece of you too."
"Enough," you shuddered. "Please..."
"Hah. All right. Let's start with a basic one. Strip naked."
You stared at him blankly.
"Did I stutter? From this moment on, you're not a person. You're not even a creature. You're a sex toy, a fuck tool for my employers to enjoy. Why would we want you in clothes? That pussy of yours should be visible all the time."
It was the hardest thing in the world to reach for your clothes. The air was cold and sharp, and your legs were shaking as you stripped off layer by layer. The man watched, his eyes were eager and sharp. That little grin never left his face. You hated it, and you were flushing red by the end.
First, it was your shirt. Then you kicked off your jeans. The key was to do it fast, to get it out of the way as quickly as possible so you didn't have time to think about what you were doing.
I'm stripping for a stranger in the park. Oh god, I'm such a whore.
After that, you were down to your bra and panties. The cold air caught in your throat, and you wanted to sink into the ground never to be seen again. Yet still, you forced yourself to go on. You pressed your arms tight against your chest, and crossed your thighs as the last of your clothes fell to the ground. You were naked now. Naked and alone with a man you'd never met before.
"Now that is a sight," he chuckled and stepped close to you. Suddenly, you could feel the tickle of his warm breath against your naked skin. His closeness was an intoxicating warmth. He seemed to take up your whole world as one of his hands moved to your thighs. He drew you in tight, so you were face to face, so close you could see the whites of his eyes.
"Hands at your sides, honey. I want to see the goods."
I can't be doing this. This isn't happening, this isn't how my life was meant to go!
Your arms limply fell to your sides. Your breasts were bared, and he looked at them with evident approval. A shudder rippled through you as his fingers found your nipples. You stifled a moan.
"You're a very responsive whore. People like that. You'll do well with us. Now, spread those legs."
This was even more humiliating and you had to fight yourself to do it. Your face burned red, and there were tears in your eyes, but you did as you were told. Your pussy, your mound and your labia were all exposed to him and you felt more vulnerable than you ever had in your life.
He reached down with his other hand and touched one. One at your tits and one between your legs, his fingers worked you in a slow but building pace. A dark pleasure sparked and danced, and you grit your teeth. Your legs started to shake, and before long you were whimpering. The hand on your breasts moved slowly, caressing you with an almost sensual motion. His fingers trapped and squeezed and pressed against your nipples, sending little sparks of heat racing through your body.
Your pussy was a different matter. His hands down there was firm and harsh, rubbing in a circular, rapid fashion as he homed in on exactly how to touch you. You squeaked and moaned, your knees shaking until you felt like you could barely stand. Humiliating wetness glimmered between your inner lips and just when you felt for sure that it couldn't get any worse, he slipped his fingers one by one inside of you.
He was rough, fast, firm and demanding and as your legs finally collapsed under you, his free hand gripped your waist to keep you on your feet.
"Can't have you collapsing too soon, honey," he said. "Ruins the game."
The only sound you could make was a gasping moan. Your insides churned; your thighs spasmed. His fingers worked you into a frenzy of blossoming heat and tightness until you couldn't hold back your moans. As the pleasure spiralled and twisted, you wondered if this was going to be your life now. Was this just how you would be treated for the next three years? A man between your legs, doing whatever he wanted and you just taking it?
Only...
Only, fuck, you weren't just taking it, were you? it felt good. Why did it feel so good?!
You arched your back as the pleasure built but just before you finally got your release, he pulled his fingers free! A sticky string of arousal connected his index finger to your throbbing pussy and you convulsed in desperate need.
"Oh fuck," you whispered. He finally let go and you half collapsed to your knees, the rough grass kissing your skin. "Oh god..."
"Good girl," he said. "Now it's dawning on you, isn't it? This is what you signed up for. This is what you're for now."
He looked at the glistening wetness that marked the fingers which had been inside of you until now.
"And it looks like you love it, huh?"
"I don't!" You said. "I just-"
"Can't help but get wet? Well, how about this."
He undid his pants, his cock was already hard. Your eyes locked to it, and you felt a curious sense of inevitability about the whole thing. As though you'd already cast off your choice and now all that was left was to see how far things would go.
"This cock is going inside you now," he said. "You can take it in your mouth or between your legs. What will it be?"
"I want..." The voice caught in your throat and your stomach churned. You didn't want it at all! You didn't want that throbbing, hard thing inside of you!
Did you?
Why couldn't you stop looking at it?
You'd never wanted any of this!
Slowly, you leaned forward. Your hand stroked the shaft, the hot skin playing against your splayed fingers. The man gave a grunt and a groan.
"Good girl," he said. "Show me what you've got."
You tasted him then. He was musky and thick, his arousal lay heavy on your tongue and dripped down your throat. His cock was hard, and it responded to your attentions. Your lips clamped closed around him and you sucked him off. You knelt in the park, naked like a whore, and sucked off the man who was going to run your life for the next three years.
"That's a good girl," he said again. "You get it, don't you? This is exactly where you should be. This is where you want to be. I saw it as soon as I saw your eyes. God, you're such a slut. You didn't even complain when I told you to strip."
You couldn't answer, your mouth was full. Your head bobbed back and forth, your tongue gently rested against his length. Your lips closed about him, and his grunting moans of satisfaction filled your ears.
The slap of your motions filled the park with a mortifying refrain. Drool and saliva dripped down your chin. You caught a new rhythm, moving faster now. Back and forth and back and forth. Your own arousal stained your inner thighs and frustration from your early denial struck through you.
God, you wanted to cum so much! You knew it wasn't the sort of thing you were meant to want in this situation, but you still wanted it! Here you were, kneeling and naked with a leaking fucking pussy as this man fucked your throat!
As by your thought alone, the man gave a louder, longer groan and his cock shuddered. Your mouth was filled by his cum, but before you could drink it all down like the slut you were, he pulled it from your lips, stroking his length with one hand, he spilled himself over your chest and tits. The sticky, wetness of his cum splashed across your front in an act of domination and ownership that made your toes curl.
When he was done, he tucked his cock into his pants again, looking down at you where you knelt - leaking, gasping, covered in his cum and naked - and gave a nod.
"Good," he said. "You're just the kind of whore we're looking for. Say goodbye to your old life - and don't bother with the clothes. You won't need them anymore."
He tossed something down at you and your eyes found a black, leather collar connected to a thin, metal leash that jingled with the impact. As you slowly, with shaking hands, fixed it against your throat, you realised you weren't even going to be able to walk out of this on two legs.
You were going to crawl naked, in a collar and a leash.
But really, wasn't that what you had always wanted?
A sleepover but its a group of sadistic boys that cant help but hold you down and use your holes. shoving random things inside of you to see which makes you cum the fastest. Taking turns fucking you with their cocks, treating you and your sensitive holes as nothing but a toy.
Sarcastically cooing at you as you become more and more of a broken, mindless slut. Them standing over you as they laughing and take pictures of you as youre dripping wet and crying. Telling you that youre such a good fucktoy for them as they pound you harder only to lock you away with cum oozing out of all your holes once theyre done and leave you like that for the rest of the night.
i want to be stripped naked and tied up in the passenger seat of your car
you throw a blanket over me for most of the drive but anytime we stop next to another car you take it off and give them a chance to stare at me
when we stop at a gas station you leave me there under the blanket while you go inside. you come out with a glass soda bottle and make me drink the full thing before you take the blanket off of me again
at that point you call over a couple of guys who have just walked out and let them watch as you fuck the empty bottle into my pussy
you let them both jerk off onto my naked body before covering me again, leaving the bottle stuffed fully inside of me
Need someone to kidnap me and take me to the woods to r4pe me senseless. Use all of my holes. Spread me wide, hanging from a tree and fuck me. Fill my little cunt with your cum and make me say thank you for breeding me. Call in your friends so they take turn filling me with their loads
watching you gasp and holding you down as your back arches when i finally have my whole hand in you. watching the tears run down your face because the pressure is so unrelenting. moving my hand slowly and torturously inside you. whispering in your ear how good you are at taking it. placing my hand above your pubic bone to feel my hand through your body and listen to you moan nonsensically, beg without knowing quite what it is you want. i know what it is that you want. your body is so accomodating because you’re meant to take anything i give you
Thinking about when he had me bent me over the bed the other week. I was whining about it hurting, he was using a really big toy that I don’t take too often, and instead of stopping he just pushed my face down into the bed and forced the knot in me. He was gentle and steady, and It hurt but I just wanted to be good for him.
He made me lay there and take his knot over and over until it eventually started feeling good. My brain got soo mushy and I couldn’t think about anything,,, I couldn’t do anything except take it until he put the vibrator on my dick, making me come hard around his knot <3
fuck me when I’m not very into it, not begging and pleading in the subby way of please stop I can’t vs give it all to me, but just not in the mood. When I’m tired. I’ve got a big essay due tomorrow and I need some sleep. I feel sick and the rhythm of being fucked makes me want to puke. I’m sore from last night and need time to recover. All that, fuck it, fuck me anyway, hard angry rapist strokes, fuck my reluctance. I’m just holes and you get off on the useless timid preferences of the human that was once attached.
Breeding kink is hot but unfortunately technology's caught up with it. Thanks to modern birth control, whether or not pregnancy happens is completely up to the bottom. Like, oh my gosh, you secretly took off the condom? While I'm ovulating? Alright, I'll just get plan B tomorrow.
Really, if you wanted to impregnate me against my will, you'd be forced to abduct me and keep me captive for- Hey. Uh. So you're looking at me weird all of a sudden.
daddy told me i have to cockwarm my dildo while i go to the gym tomorrow morning before he picks me up >.< i hope i don't end up cumming while at the gym.. id be so embarassed
i need to be a toy at a party, forced to wait in a room by myself, presenting my needy cunt and plugged ass so whoever walks in knows i’m ready to get used. letting him use me however he wants, being a good little cocksleeve so he tells allll his friends there’s a fucktoy waiting to be used. collecting load after load in my holes, cumming hard when they shove two cocks in my cunt while another fucks my throat and plays with the plug in my ass. they ignore my overstimulated cries and just keep going, cum running down my thighs as they fuck it out of me before replacing it themselves
older lonely perverted dude kidnapping me and mind breaking me into being his son he never had. he slowly degrades me into doing anything he wants me to do, and teaches me how to feel good and be constantly wet and ready to take his cock.
i love the way a trans’s boy’s cunt swells when he’s hard, how his t-dick peeks out from under his hood, pink and slick. i love pressing my thumb against it and feeling him buck into my hand, desperate for more friction. i love the way his hole clenches around nothing when i pull out, how he begs me to fill him back up.
i love licking a trans’s boy’s cunt until he’s shaking, how his thighs tighten around my head, his fingers twisted in my hair. i love the taste of him, salty and sweet, the way his slick coats my lips. i love how he moans when i suck his t-dick into my mouth, his whole body arching off the bed.
i love the sound of a trans’s boy’s cunt, all wet and obscene when i fuck him with my fingers. i love the way his hole grips me, the little 'squelch' of my palm hitting his thighs. i love hearing him whimper with every thrust, how his breath catches when i curl my fingers just right.
i love the mess of a trans’s boy’s after i’m done with him, his cunt red and swollen, his thighs sticky, his hole gaping and empty. i love the way he looks at me, half-lidded and fucked out, silently asking for more. i love pulling him close and feeling his pulse race against my chest.
