not like the cigarette 🚬

adult, late 20's. name's buck. he/him (ftm). a simple whore who wants nothing more than to be a cumdump for dominate men. gay man, do not put me on fem only blogs

[bucksgonewild]

just a pathetic slut and a needy faggot

you can call me buck if you need to, but i'll also answer to fag/faggot, slut, whore, and son/little bro/nephew. he/him (ftm), late 20s

i'm an endlessly pathetic virgin. extremely gay. i like anal penetration, not vaginal penetration, and cock play, and while im open to topping, it's only in a submissive way. MAJOR sub.

GREEN

cnc and forced

fauxest (i like being the little bro, son, or nephew to pervy older brothers, fathers, and uncles. almost always unwilling >:)

innocence and inexperienced. give me my first orgasm and groom me into wanting more

royalty

degradation and name calling (call me a faggot and ill love you forever) , faux/demeaning praise, humiliation

drooling, cum eating, cum marking

leather (especially boot worship), but not full body or hoods.

bondage and toys, big fan of fucking machines and cock milkers

hypnosis and dumbification

corruption/brainwashing

orgasm denial/edging, and chastity (with eventual release). Milk my cock!!

going into heat

public (cnc) gangbangs <3333

doctors (esp gynecologists)

gunplay

YELLOW

pain play (i like it in theory, but not in practice. no spanking or painful insertion)

petplay (being treated like a prey animal, mutt used in a demeaning way)

blood in theory, not practice

full time chastity

overstimulation

ageplay (16 is the lowest i'll pretend to be, bigger the age gap the better. mostly used in fauxest)

praise RED

breeding/pregnancy

painful insertion, mentioning tearing or bleeding of the vagina/anus

hard pain play, spanking, snuff

vaginal penetration

piss, scat, vomit, other bodily funcitons

under 16 ageplay

being in the dominant role

detrans/genderplay/transphobia. i'm fine with homophobic treatment and slurs but leave my gender out please <3

okay words to describe my body: chest (i've had top surgery, no tits here!), hole/cunt (i have pretty significant dysphoria regarding my vulva, so use sparingly. i much prefer you talk about my ass.), dick/cock (i don't like the term tdick/tcock. i am planning to have bottom surgery), i like to imagine i have a prostate, mentioning it would make me love you forever <3

[f3ralm3tt]

"Dad, why does my head feel heavy..?" Son asks, after his dad made him drink a glass bitter tasting juice, saying daddy knows best and it's good for him.

"That's because daddy's special drink made you all nice and sleepy, sweetheart. Don't worry about it. Just relax." Dad tells him, groping his little boy while he's all pliant and vulnerable.

[f3ralm3tt]

Forget pathetic needy son, what about pathetic dad?

He just can't help getting achingly hard every time his son calls him dad, even though it's a normal thing to do. He huffs his sons boxers while fucking his fist when he's doing laundry. He doesn't like any of his sons friends. What if they have bad intentions? As if his intentions are pure.. One night he just can't take it anymore. He climbs into his sons bed, the poor boy unconscious and helpless. He takes his time preparing the boy, even when he wakes up confused. He just puts a hand over his sons mouth. "Shh. Daddy needs this." He does apologise over and over again as he's cumming into his little boy who's crying by now (which turns him on even more). And he does let his son have ice cream for breakfast, after all he deserves a reward. Maybe he'll be more compliant next time.

yeah idk I'm having thoughts.

[daddy-bison]

Hey, kiddo, how was school? I saw Mike walked you home again today. How's he doing? Oh really? Do they still call it 'going steady'? Or am I behind the times. Well, whatever you call it, you have a boyfriend, huh?

Well, of course you're nervous, buddy. It's your first boyfriend! You still have a lot to learn. Inexperienced? Well, sure, at your age, most guys are. Oh, he said that? Well, he's gotta understand that he's a little... advanced. Most boys your age haven't had a girlfriend or boyfriend yet, so it's normal to not know what you're doing.

Well, I tell you what - why don't I show you a few things? Sure, that's what dads are for, right? Have you guys kissed yet? How did it go? Ok, that's good!

Oh, really? He wants a blowjob this weekend when you guys go on a date? That's kind of quick. No, no, it's ok. Well, if you really want to impress him, we have a lot of work to do. You're going to need some practice.

Come here, buddy. Let's pretend we're at on a date, watching a movie. I'm Mike. Now sit up next to me. That's it. Alright, so why don't you reach over and rub my thigh? Like that, yeah. Now move your hand to my zipper... here, this is tricky. Let me help you. There you go.

No, I don't think Mike is gonna be as big as your dad, so it'll probably be easier for you. But if you can handle Dad, you can handle any guy. Don't be afraid, go on and touch it. That's it. Wrap your hand around it. Yeah, that's normal, it's just precum.

Why don't you try tasting it? Yeah, so lean over like this - there you go. Now use your tongue to... Fuck... yeah, just like that kiddo. Really take your time and just enjoy it. Fuck. That's it. Yeah? Dad tastes good, huh?

Now open wide - you want to wrap your lips tight around the tip and start sucking. No, I'm not sure why it's called a blowjob. You don't do any actual blowing, it's all sucking. Now open wide... and then lean down... Fuck. Just like that. Keep moving your tongue around. Mmhmmm, suck nice and hard, and keep swirling your tongue like that. Fuck, kiddo, you're a natural. Mike is gonna be very happy with you after this weekend.

Ok, now start stroking Dad's cock. Nice and slow. And then let some of your drool slip out and... yeah, exactly. Use it to stroke me some more. Bob your head a little up and down. Here, let me show you. Yeah, I'll just grab your head.

Oh, that's quite a gag reflex you've got, kiddo. We'll have to work on that. Why? Because the next step is deepthroating. Deepthroating. Yes, exactly. Well, just relax, ok? Dad will help you out. Now, lower your head, take more of my cock into your mouth. That's it. Now, it's going to hit your throat and - wow, yeah, that's an intense gag reflex.

No, it's ok. Just relax. Yeah, your eyes are gonna get watery. Yeah, but all that drool just makes it feel better. Now, take a deep breath. Go on, nice and deep. That's my boy. And then... Mmmmm fuck. Oh my God... Easy, kiddo. Easy. Let your throat get used to it. Fuck. This feels amazing. Fuck.

Ok, take a breath. There you go. Now, this time, we're going to take all of it, ok? Yes, you can. You'll he fine, kiddo. Deep breath. That's it. Now... Fuck. Relax. Relax, kiddo, stop squirming. The more you panic, the harder it's gonna be. God damn you feel good, buddy. Keep going. Keep going. Almost there. Fuck. Oh fuck, kiddo. There you go. See? You did it!

Ok, let's take another breather. You're doing great. No, no breaks yet. You can't stop in the middle of a blowjob, goofball! Now, open up. No, we're not done. There you go, open wide. Just relax, kiddo. Stop fighting it. That's it. And into your throat. That's my boy. You sound cute when you gag like that. And all the way down. Good boy. Relax.

Ok, now hold it. Yeah, you're gonna show Mike how good you are at throating him, alright? Stop squirming and relax. Hold it. Hold it. Fuck. Fuck, kiddo, your dad might cum soon. And then you'll get to swallow it. Hold still. Just a bit longer. There. Alright, take another breath.

Ok, now you've taken me to the base a few times, now we need to start moving up and down. Yeah, bob your head and stuff. Deep breath. And then you can get in little gasps when you come upwards. Ok, open up. Stop, it'll be fine. Open wide. That's it. And down you go.

Oh fuck, kiddo. Oh fuck that feels good. Deeper. That's it. And back up. Ok, now quicker. Holy fuck your throat feels good. You know what? Maybe we'll skip over to throatfucking. No, don't start squirming again. Relax. Dad's got you. Let me just grab your head.

Fuck. That's it. That's it, kiddo. Take Dad's cock. Just like that. Relax. Just relax. Fuck yes. God, you're good at this. Fuck yeah. Look at you, drooling and gagging and sucking. Fuuuuck, kiddo. That's right. Dad's getting close, buddy. Real close. No, no stopping now. Relax your throat. Fuck yeah. Take Dad's cock, buddy. Almost... almost there. Almost...

Fuuuuuck! No, stay down. Swallow it. Swallow it, kiddo. All of it. Fuck yes. Gulp it down, buddy. Mmmm fuck. Every drop. Fuck. Fuck. God damn.

There, that wasn't so bad, was it? You're a bit of a mess. Lick your lips. And you have some on your chin. That's it. You're fine, stop whining so much. Dad kind of went easy on you.

Go clean up and grab some dinner. We have a lot of work to do. Once you get some food, come back here and we'll go again. Yes, I'm serious. Every day if we have to, from the moment you get home from school. We only have a few days to make sure you can impress the new boyfriend. Go eat and come back ready for another load. Thatta boy.

[dumboyslvt]

wish older men would drag me into an alley and facefuck me more often 💔

[dizzyheadedpup-deactivated20250]

I just need to hear "It's okay baby boy, just take it. Take it like a good boy, make your dad proud" while I'm being played with and pounded 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[daddyzboy-blog-deactivated20200]

[countryside-dad-deactivated2026]

Jerking off next to my sleeping son and stuffing my cock into him right before I cum

[la-terre-vaine-2]

[kerrin-deactivated20260107]

2 dads that take care of you when you're sick. 2 dads who tell you to open your legs cause they just need to check your temperature. 2 dads who don't want to have to hold you down but will if they have to. 2 dads who just want to inspect you to make sure you're healthy. 2 dads who tell you to rest and go back to sleep and you'll be all better when you wake up. 2 dads who take turns cumming inside you while you're passed out.

[saintlysttt]

[jukeboxemcsa]

Programmed in His Sleep

Christopher didn’t even wake up anymore. There was a time when he at least stirred, when the sensation of Tim’s stiff, flushed cock pressing against his lips woke him just enough to realize that his roommate had slipped into his bedroom in the middle of the night and was standing naked next to his bed with his dick and balls rubbing all over Christopher’s face. But that time was long past. By now, Christopher’s deeply conditioned mind moved smoothly from sleep to deep, obedient trance without even a flicker of confused awareness in between. His mouth opened, but his eyes remained tightly shut.

He didn’t hear Tim speaking to him, at least not in any way that truly mattered. The soft, soothing voice murmuring, “That’s it, that’s my good little suckdoll…” sank smoothly and effortlessly into a mind totally emptied by sleep, Christopher’s brain drifting along with nothing but delta waves of deep, dreamless relaxation to occupy it. He didn’t realize he was turning over, his lips parting to wrap around Tim’s shaft in an automatic and unthinking acceptance of months of hypnotic programming. He didn’t even realize that he was reaching down to stroke himself in time to each thrust into his vacant, willing mouth. The brainwaves never peaked, never shifted; even a scientist would look at them and have a hard time distinguishing where sleep ended and trance began.

Christopher sucked with primal, unthinking bliss, his lips sliding smoothly up and down Tim’s hard cock with every thrust. The sensation of warm, firm flesh filling his mouth acted as an anchor, his subconscious instantly associating the scent and taste of Tim’s dick with mindless, instinctive obedience and deep hypnotic trance until he couldn’t imagine doing anything other than sink into sleepy submission for his Master. Tim took advantage of that sometimes as well, surprising Christopher with the sight of his erection and enjoying the way that Christopher’s eyes glazed over into blank, helpless surrender as his jaw slackened into vacant anticipation.

But he loved fucking Christopher’s sleeping mouth even more. “Deeper and deeper, suckdoll,” he husked out, his thrusts quickening until his balls smacked against Christopher’s face. “Fucking resistance out, fucking obedience in. Fucking willpower out, fucking arousal in. F-fucking girl thoughts out, f-fucking cock thoughts in.” Tim’s eyes rolled back in his head with pleasure as he noticed the head of Christopher’s penis visibly throb with excitement at the words, the programming sinking in deeper and deeper.

Christopher’s waking mind wasn’t quite ready to accept Tim’s brainwashing, not yet, but Tim saw it take hold of him more and more each passing day. Lustful looks at the men on TV, absent-minded stroking of his crotch when he watched his favorite team play football… Tim knew that Christopher’s resistance was crumbling. Eroded every night by deep, drowsy facefucking and sleepy stroking. Until it collapsed completely, and Christopher’s malleable mind became Tim’s plaything once and for all. Tim knew the day would come. And when it did, he knew exactly what Christopher would say.

“And when all the boy thoughts are fucked all the way in,” he growled, his balls tightening in anticipation of his climax, “you, you’re going to come to me. You’re going to come to me and say, ‘I want to be your good boy now,’ and you’re going to drop… drop to your knees and take out my cock. And, and sink forever…” He grunted, his cum gushing onto Christopher’s tongue and dribbling out of his mouth onto the pillow. Christopher would never notice. Any more than he noticed the stain on his bed where he shot his own load of semen, any more than he noticed his mouth moving in time to Tim’s whispered words. He was too deeply asleep for any of that… even when he was awake.

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[jukeboxemcsa]

The Encephalizer

“I call it an Encephalizer,” Joe explained, discussing Mark’s sudden collapse as calmly and evenly as if he was explaining the plot of a television show. “It scrambles synaptic activity, sending a pulse up from the nerve endings all the way through the central nervous system directly into the brain. You got a level three burst, which is enough to disrupt the skeletal muscles and the functions of the frontal lobe. I wouldn’t want to go much higher than that, not for someone I have a use for later.” Mark couldn’t properly register his roommate’s sudden turn to apparent supervillainy. He was too busy flopping and twitching on the living room floor.

“Now, I’m sure you’re wondering–or would be, if your mind was working properly right now–what that use might be.” Joe’s voice went hoarse with exertion for a moment as he hauled Mark onto the couch and set him face-down with his head resting on the arm of the sofa. Mark continued to twitch and flail, but without any real purpose directing his movements they weren’t strong enough to knock him back to the floor. He lay there, eyes unfocused, passively hearing Joe’s monologue without really understanding a word of it. Occasionally he burst out with a grunt or a whimper, but it was mere sound and not speech.

Joe moved around to the end of the couch and pulled his cock out of his boxers. “The answer’s very simple, Mark,” he said, a touch of condescension in his voice. “I’ve reached a point in my research where I need a little bit more independence than having a roommate gives me, but I’m not exactly in a position to go out and get a place of my own. After all, a prototype Encephalizer isn’t exactly the kind of device that you can market to venture capitalists and get out into the stores for Christmas, you know? And I don’t think I want to sell it to the government, not when there’s a chance I could be a target for it. There’s no defense against the Encephalizer, Mark,” he said to someone who already knew that all too well.

“So I think I need to make some contacts in the extralegal community,” he continued, reaching out to grip Mark’s forehead in one strong hand and his jaw in the other. “People who can appreciate the practical applications of a hand-held device that can confuse, stop thoughts, paralyze, even kill without a trace. And I don’t know how long that might take, exactly, so having a roommate who can still pay their share of rent without wondering why I keep inviting Mafia consiglieres over to dinner is a valuable asset. Plus, you’re providing valuable data. Aren’t you glad to be helping me like this, Mark?” The supine, twitching roommate didn’t respond. Occasionally, one of his pupils rapidly dilated before contracting again just as quickly.

“So I’m going to test a little hypothesis of mine,” Joe said, pushing his cock between Mark’s parted lips. “It’s my conjecture that the disrupted frontal lobe will recohere around its current stimulus when the effect wears off–which should be about ten minutes from now. So whatever you’re doing when you come back to consciousness… like, say, sucking my cock like a good little bitch… becomes your new normal. Your new reality. It’s going to mean fucking your face for a nice long while, Mark, but you don’t mind, do you?"Mark let out a mumbled grunt around the shaft in his mouth. "I didn’t think so,” Joe replied, his hips beginning to slowly rock back and forth against Mark’s face.

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[jukeboxemcsa]

Dream Discussions

I’d like you to tell me about your dreams.

“Well, I… I’m in your office, like we are right now, but I… I’m naked. And you act like you don’t notice, but I can see you staring at my dick whenever you think I’m not looking, and it… it makes me horny for some reason. I, I start getting, um. An erection. A really stiff one. I, I don’t know what it means. I’m not gay, or bisexual or anything, but somehow I can’t control my arousal when I see you checking me out like that.”

I see. Don’t worry, that’s not uncommon in dreams. It’s not something you have to attach any importance to, or even think about at all, really. Is that all that happens?

“N-no. There’s a… a sound, behind me. It’s your office door, opening and shutting. And a man walks in, I, I don’t know who he is, but he walks up and puts his, his hand! Um. Sorry. He, uh, he puts his hand on my penis. He doesn’t say anything, I don’t know who he is, but he… nnngghhh… he puts his hand on my penis and starts to s-s-stroke.”

Mm. Interesting. And do I react to this man’s presence at all?

“Nuhhh, nuuhhh… nnnno. You, nffh, you just sit there, s-staring at my cock. Like, it’s, um, like you see it getting hard and flushed and… unnnnhhh… leaky, but you, but you’re, um. Kind of, uh, gaslighting me? Like you’re pretending he’s not there so I’ll start questioning whether any of it’s real.”

Well, it’s not real. It’s just a dream. That’s why you can’t move. Because it’s all just a dream and none of it is really happening. Tell me, do you experience climax in this fantasy?

“F-fuhhh….? Um, I uh, sorry, yes. I try not to, but the man, the, the stranger, he’s just… g-g-ggnnhh! He won’t stop. He won’t stop stroking, and my brain gets all, all fuzzy like I’m hhhhh… hhhhh… hypnotized. Like you hypnotized me and he’s helping you control me by making me too horny to fight it. And I, unnnh, I c-can’t, I can’t stop, I… please, I, I, I….”

You feel helpless. Confused. Like you can’t tell what’s real anymore and what’s not and you need someone to guide you.

“Yes!”

Good boy. CUM.

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[jukeboxemcsa]

Jacking His Mind Away

Frank heard the door open. He heard the door close again. But his entire mind was down in his cock right now, and the sounds didn’t really mean that much to him. His whole consciousness was focused on the throb of pleasure that accompanied every heartbeat, blood pumping down to his priapic shaft that drooled precum all over his fingers as he thoughtlessly stroked. The door, the spiral, the warm and soothing masculine voice that asked him, “How do you feel right now, good boy?” None of those things really penetrated the fog of lust and arousal that consumed him. He gave a token nod and a tiny stoned chuckle, but they were more reflexive than anything else.

“That’s right,” the man said, his hands beginning to caress Frank’s bare chest and stiff, aching nipples. “You feel very good because you’re in the spiral right now, pet, and the spiral makes everything warm and soft and sleepy.” If Frank could have talked, if he could have kept hold of any kind of train of thought for longer than a fraction of a second before his pumping fist jacked it away in another wave of ecstasy, he would have told the person next to him that the spiral had nothing to do with it. He felt good because his cock was so sensitive right now, and every time he stroked up and down the slick shaft in time with the spiral’s turns he felt it throb a little bit louder until it drowned out each and every last bit of his internal voice. But he couldn’t hang onto that contradictory inner monologue, not with his dick so very hard and needy. So he simply let his head bob again in amiable compliance and stared at the pretty images on the screen.

The other man’s fingers tweaked and teased Frank’s nipples with one hand, the other one drifting down to Frank’s balls to stroke and caress them with an attentive touch so blissful that only the pull of the spiral held back Frank’s climax. “You’re so grateful to me for giving you this experience,” the masculine voice cooed in his ear, each word encountering not a single notion to impede its journey into the core of Frank’s identity. “You’ll do absolutely anything for me now that I’ve shown you how good it feels. Including forgetting everything that happened in this room until I choose to let you remember.” Again, Frank’s head went up and down all on its own–in time with the turning of the spiral, in time with the motion of his hand on his desperately yearning cock. There was nothing left inside him to disagree now.

“You belong to me, now,” the other man said, and Frank’s cock throbbed in agreement with every heartbeat. “You’re my good little slave, my brainwashed fucktoy, and the more deeply you accept that truth the better you feel. When you fully accept it, when you make it a part of yourself and seal it into the center of your mind and give yourself completely to me, your cock is going to spurt for me in the best orgasm you’ve ever experienced in your entire life. Are you ready for that, pet? Are you ready to–” He didn’t even have a chance to finish the sentence. The moment Frank’s hypnotized mind understood what he was being commanded to do, his personality reoriented itself around the new guiding principle of his existence in an eager effort to achieve the release he craved, and jets of pearly semen shot almost two feet into the air to announce his subjugation to his Master’s inexorable will.

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[mistralonyx]

Last Bit of Toy

"toy will obey…" Very good. Lean Forward. "toy will obey…" Good pet. Look at the center of the screen. "toy will obey…" Yes you will, pet. Arch your back, lift your ass. "toy will obey…" We've hollowed out most of you haven't we? "toy… h-hollow… will obey…" Good toy. Ass a touch higher. "toy will obey…" There. Perfect. You feel me, pet? "… yes… toy feels owner. will obey…" Where am I pressing, toy? "… p… pressing on… toy's hole…" Well yes… But where else, pet? "…???... t… toy… toy hole…?" I'm pressing right near your center, pet. "…t-toy… c-c….?" I'm not just going to fuck your hole. "f-fuck… h-hole…" I'm going to fuck your core, your mind, your soul. "f-fuck… m-mind… s-s-" I'm going to fuck every bit of you that isn't mine. "b-brain… f-fuck… t-toy…" You will be such a good brainless toy… "b-b-brainless…" We'll get every last bit this time. Fuck you empty. "e-empty…" Now watch the spiral and feel me slide into your hole. "s-spiral. w--shh!H!!! ssSS! slide! i-i-in!!" Good toy. Take it. You are such a good toy. "g-good! toy! am! good! toy!" That's right and you love being a brainless fuck toy. "love! brainless! f-FUCK! toy! l-love!!" Good toy. You can drool. It's okay. Stare ahead. "t-toy… d-drool… f-fuck… f-fuck…" Fucking your hole. You will do anything I ask. "a-any… thing… p-please… owner…" Excellent. Toy is doing so good. Moan. "m-moooooaaaan… yesss…. sss… yess…" Toy loves this. Toy adores this. "l-love… yesssss…. t-toy….." Good toy. Toy can start cumming now. "c-c-c-cu-cuUUMMM… t-toy will… c-cuuummmm!" Good pet. Now you feel that last bit that isn't mine? "t-toy… t-t… c-cum… c-cu… t-t…" I'm fucking that last bit, toy. Feel it? "f-fuck… t-toy… y-yessss… f-fuck… fuck it…" Three more thrusts and it's gone. Obliterated. Fucked out. "fuck… fuck… fuck…" Two… mmmph… One… There we go… "fffuck… fffuck… t-toyyyyy…." Nothing left but a perfect obedient toy now. "toy… perfect… your… toy…" Good toy. Time to please your owner. "yes… please... toy... ready… for use…"

[hypnepenthe]

helpful partners always love to lend a hand 🤚 🌀

based on an old post from hypnoticdom1 because it’s hot af and I can’t get it out of my head 🥵