[deviousdepravity]

Wearing my plug to go on some errands. 🥵 How should I cum when I get home?

Tied to a chair with a wand on your tdick and clamps on your nipples

Fuck machine in your ass until you squirt

You don't get to cum. Spank yourself until you can't sit down.

Remaining time: 20 hours 40 minutes

[patient-puppy]

vet gently stroking a nervous puppy’s hard tdick with their gloved fingers in an attempt to get him to relax so they can push a few fingers into his tight ass with the other hand,,

is this anything?

[xsyringexboyx]

First date idea: Strapping me down to an examination table, running a full body inspection, and whispering praise about how good I’m doing

Not too much to ask in my opinion

[feral-domposts]

keeping a pretty little sub tied down with their legs spread until they’ve felt all of my friends cocks inside all of their holes

[nohighifyouredie]

ive been so cockhungry lately its debilitating.

all i can think about is having cock rubbed all over my face, shoved in my mouth, forced into all my holes and slapped all over my body.

i want to be put in a glory hole with holes on every side of my body and just sit there on my hands and knees while countless cock fuck into me to get themselves off, using me like a fleshlight to dump their hot cum into then leaving so the next one can take their place.

i wanna be held in place by a group of strangers while anonymous hands grope and molest me and breed me. i wanna be tied up and used like a blow up doll, suspended helplessly and livestreamed to thousands of perverts getting off to my abuse.

i wanna get onto a train car full of men and have them all take turns using me, pressing me against the window while onlookers on the platform stare and take pictures.

i wanna go to the club and get my drink spiked and end up being passed around from cock to cock in public, drooling and dripping like the mindless cocksleeve i am

[corruptedbyhim]

Times Up. The room is dim. Expensive furniture reduced to shapes in the darkness. The only sound besides your own breathing is a quiet hum from a digital timer mounted on the opposite wall. Red numerals glow in the gloom: 00:59:57.

Just under one hour.

"You're awake." The voice comes from somewhere near the door. You crane your neck, wrists already testing the leather restraints, and watch him step into the faint light. You don't know his face. But you recognize the way his eyes move over your body. Roaming. An inventory assessment.

He's carrying things. Metal glints.

"The rules are simple," he says, approaching the bed. His footsteps are unhurried. "When the timer hits zero, I undo the restraints. The door opens. You leave." He pauses at the edge of the mattress, looking down at you. "One small addition."

Cold metal touches your nipple. You gasp as he fastens the clamp, the bite sharp and immediate, radiating heat straight down to your core. The second clamp follows. You arch involuntarily, straining against the leather.

He produces a vibrator. Sleek. Expensive looking. You watch him lower it between your legs, watch the silicone part your folds and settle against your clit. He turns it on.

"Every time you cum, an hour gets added to the clock."

You look at the timer. You look at yourself. Spread open, clamped, vibrating.

One hour. You can do one hour. You just have to not cum.

He steps back. Settles into a chair at the side of the bed and watches.

You try to focus on the numbers. Try to think about other things. Work emails. Grocery lists. The pattern of shadows on the ceiling.

But the clamps send sharp little signals with every breath. The vibrator hums against flesh that's growing wetter by the minute. You clench your jaw. Breathe through your nose. Don't cum. Don't cum.

He hasn't moved. He's just watching.

Your hips twitch. You didn't tell them to. The pressure is building low in your belly, a warmth that spreads and tightens simultaneously. You're wet enough now that the vibrator glides, hits new angles.

You bite your lip until you taste blood.

The numbers blur. 00:47:23. You've been holding on for twelve minutes. It feels like hours. Your thighs are trembling. Your breath comes in sharp little gasps you can't control.

He knows. You can see it in his stillness. The way he's leaned forward slightly. Waiting.

"No," you whisper. To yourself. To your body. To the orgasm building like a wave you can't outswim.

It hits you anyway. Your back arches off the bed, a sound tears out of your throat that you don't recognize, and you're cumming so hard your vision goes white at the edges. It rolls through you in pulses, each one a betrayal, each one exquisite.

When you can see again, you look at the clock.

01:46:12

"Impressive effort," he says. He's standing now, holding a remote. "Let's try a different setting."

The vibration changes. Pulsing now. It mimics something. A heartbeat. A thrust. Your overstimulated clit throbs in response, too sensitive, too raw, and somehow already building again.

"No... please.." you gasp out, the words weak.

"Please what?" He moves closer. His fingers trail along your inner thigh, impossibly light. "Please make you cum again?" He dips a finger into the wetness pooling between your legs, holds it up so you can see. "You're dripping. Your body knows what it wants."

You shake your head. But your hips are rocking against the vibrator, tiny movements you can't seem to stop.

This time when you cum, you're crying. Tears streaming down your temples into your hair. The clock resets: 02:38:47.

He fucks you for the first time somewhere around hour four.

Slow, at first. Long strokes that let you feel every inch, that build friction to an unbearable degree while the vibrator keeps humming against your clit. You cum on his cock within minutes. The clock adds another hour. He doesn't stop. Doesn't even pause.

He switches to something harder. Brutal. Each thrust punches the air out of your lungs, drives you up the bed until the restraints catch. You cum again. You can't help it. Your body has stopped consulting you. It just responds. Takes. Shatters.

He introduces other things. Hot wax pooling in the hollow of your throat, dripping down between your breasts. Ice traced along your inner thighs until you're shivering and burning at once. His mouth on your cunt, tongue flicking precisely where the vibrator has made you most sensitive, most ruined.

He talks through it the whole way. That's probably the worst part. "You get wetter when you're scared." "That's three in a row. You're getting efficient." "We have so much time now."

The clock climbs. Six hours. Eight. Twelve. You stop being able to track it. The numbers lose meaning. Everything loses meaning except the next wave, the next peak, the next hour added to your sentence.

Somewhere in the blur, you realize you've stopped wanting it to end.

The thought surfaces between orgasms, when you're floating in that shattered space where language doesn't quite work. You should want to escape. You remember wanting that, vaguely, like a dream you had as a child. But the wanting has curdled into something else.

He slows down. You're not sure when. The frantic edge bleeds away, replaced by something almost gentle. The vibrator stops. He removes the clamps. Your nipples throb with the renewed blood flow, a pain that registers as pleasure now. Everything registers as pleasure now.

You blink at the clock. 00:06:43.

Six minutes. After everything. How?

He's undoing the restraints. Your wrists fall free. Your ankles. You can move. You can leave.

The thought sends ice through your veins.

Leave? Leave this room? Leave him? Go back to a world where no one touches you like this, where you're responsible for your own orgasms, where pleasure is something you have to chase instead of something that hunts you down and devours you?

The silence of outside presses against the walls. Empty. Ordinary. Unbearable.

He steps back. Gestures toward the door. "It's almost time."

Your hand moves own between your legs, finding your clit, swollen and slick and excruciatingly sensitive. You rub with clumsy desperation, chasing the build.

"Don't," you hear yourself say. Begging. Sobbing. "Don't make me leave. Please. I need to cum. I need more time."

He goes still. Watching you fuck yourself on his bed, desperate to add another hour to your captivity. The pressure is building fast, your ruined body trained now, eager.

"Let me stay. I'll be good. I'll cum as many times as you want. Just don't make me go."

Four minutes on the clock.

Your fingers work faster. You're so close. So close to another hour in this room, in this darkness, in this endless cycle of being broken and put back together wrong.

The clock ticks down.

You chase it like your life depends on it.

All you have to do is cum.

[amberlightly]

You are kneeling in front of me, naked, wearing a leash, when I tell you you've been a good puppy and you deserve a reward. You won't have to think anymore, isn't it great for a dumb little puppy like you?

When I inject you with heat aphrodisiacs, at first you don't feel anything. But very soon, strong arousal runs through you, liquid ball of fire in the pit of your belly. You moan and can't help, but start humping the floor.

"So it's working well," I laugh. I let you hump my foot and suck my strap, while I'm patting your hair. You come just from that, but you still don't feel satisfied, you're needy and achy, squirming at my feet and begging for release, all dignity lost.

"Get on all fours," I order you, and you immediately obey, sticking your ass up. I fuck your hole, and when my cock slides into you, you feel pure bliss. Nothing has ever felt so good before. You moan and arch, while I laugh and tell you what a good little whore you are. I make you fuck yourself on my dick and you do it without hesitation, thrusting your ass up shamelessly, because there are no thoughts in your dumb little head anymore.

"You did so good, baby," I tell you and then take pity on you, fuck you harshly into mattress as you moan and beg. When you come from that, you finally feel such strong release that fills your body with euphoria.

I take you to bdsm clubs and then to public places, drugged to be in heat, and let people fuck you, while you moan in bliss. You don't care who fucks you and how, it fees so good to have your hole fucked, and you can't think about anything else.

You beg me to have you injected with heat aphrodisiacs at all time, and I leave you at bdsm clubs as free use toy or at glory holes or whore you out to the strangers

[luckycloverjpg]

desperate to be used by a big group of friends,,,,, they invite me over to hang out,,,, keep filling my drink with booze,,,, pulling me onto their laps and touching me all over,,,, finally tossing me onto the couch,, holding me down,, forcing my legs open,,, filling me up so so much,,,,, let me be useful and drunk and stupid

[1ittlet0yy]

i really really need to be held down and used like a fleshlight

[v1olent-love]

the cool, smooth touch of nitrile gloves on my skin... massaging my muscles and pressing on different parts of my body... wrapping around my throat and squeezing as I struggle against it...not letting up no matter how hard I fight...

-🩺

[aroaceboytoy]

love love love the idea of being experimented on by a guy who wants to study what makes me tick.

strapping me down to a table, a fucking machine lined up with my boycunt. testing out different speeds and dildo sizes to see how long it takes me to cum depending on the changing variables.

throwing intox into the mix. getting me high and seeing if that makes me more or less sensitive. seeing how many orgasms he can pull out of me while i’m buzzed and running the same test again while i’m fully drunk.

running tests on me while i’m asleep, seeing how long he can eat me out for before i wake up. giving me more melatonin than i usually take one night and testing his hypothesis that i can cum in my sleep under the right circumstances.

administering my t shot and not touching me at all. keeping me blindfolded with my legs spread embarrassingly wide, just seeing how long it takes me post-injection to get so wet a puddle starts to form on the table.

applying different lotions and whatnot onto my tdick and seeing how sensitive each one can make me before i start to cry from the overwhelming sensations.

nitrite gloved hands brushing over my dick while he examines my cunt with a speculum. checking to see how it looks before and after getting fucked for hours by the machine. taking photos of it. adding it to his file on me along with his various reports and spreadsheets. reading his findings out loud like i’m not even in the room 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

god i could go on and on and on. freaky t4t overstim and humiliation medfet sex when

[coldxsteel]

Idea I can’t stop thinking about…

A dom punishing his sub by turning him into an interactive exhibition at a party:

Sniffling and wide eyed as he’s stripped down and locked into heavily restrictive metal bondage, keeping his naked body rigidly posed in place: legs apart, arms pulled back tightly, chin up. He tries to shake his head but it’s being held firmly in place by the restraints attached to his neck pillory and his eyes well up with tears. His dom is cooing and speaking to him sweetly, gently explaining that if he didn’t want this he should have been better behaved when he had the chance. He steps out for a moment leaving the boy shivering and exposed, his eyes darting around the room. It would be full of people soon, strangers, his friends, he didn’t know. His dom returns with a bottle of baby oil, squeezing some of it into his hands and massaging it into his toy. He takes care to grope and squeeze his most sensitive areas as he does so, the boy unable to react with more than a few tiny little involuntary movements and some choked whines. He especially focuses on his round little ass and his tight hole, making him yelp in surprise as his dom slips a little of his thumb in, laughing at the reaction. He then parts the boys labia with his fingers and then starts working the oil into his soft pussy, pulling back the foreskin of his tdick, illiciting a pained yelp as he works the oil over his sensitive head, lingering for much longer than he needed to. He then starts rubbing the boy’s now painfully hard cock so well, just how he likes it, making his eyes roll back as he tries to buck and writhe in his restraints. Then, without warning, his dom leaves again, making him cry out in frustration. He returns with some nice finishing touches: a nose hook and a cheek spreader. Chosen specifically because he knows his sub gets so embarrassed when he’s made to wear them. He tries to shake his head, babbling nononono as the thick, cold hooks uncomfortably pull back his nostrils, distorting his face in a way his dom knew his sub absolutely hated. Finally, his dom roughly and callously pokes around the boys mouth as he works the cheek retractors into place. Pulling tighter, tighter, tighter, the boy’s face is forced into an a ridiculous shape that he cannot escape, no matter how hard he tries to manoeuvre his mouth. “There! Now you look adorable, I can’t wait to present you to our guests!” He lets the boy see himself with a small hand mirror, laughing at his cries of shame and protest. “You’re going to be here for a long time so you’d better get comfortable darling!” His dom exits the room for much longer this time as he continues setting up for the party. His exhibition can do nothing but wait. Immobilised, uncomfortable, painfully aroused and in agonising anticipation to find out what kind of whims his guests would subject him to. Which of his friends would see him this way, would he be ignored, would he be tortured, fucked, laughed at, filmed? His merciless restraints command that he must motionlessly receive whichever of these he is given.

[colbyskennel]

grinding on a boot 🤤 they’re fully clothed, i’m naked 🤤 i’m holding onto their leg for dear life 🤤 they’re playing with my hair 🤤

[deviousdepravity]

Desperately craving an older man to pin me down and make me take his huge cock in my ass 🥵 (yes this is an invitation to send me your sick fantasies on anon)

[tboy-nerd]

need to be passed around like a blunt between a bunch of tguys. need to be used like a toy for their enjoyment, need to be praised for being so good for them

[deviousdepravity]

Not allowed to cum for two days. 🫣🥵 I have to edge 4x for those 2 days. Should I sleep in my plug for both nights as an extra punishment?

Sleep with plug in?

Yes you deserve it

No you're being punished enough

Voting ended onAug 14

[drkthoughts-k]

The fact that there's no one holding me down and forcefully making me cum again and again and again, growling that it's not my choice and if they want to ruin my puppyhole forever they will, that I am not strong enough to fight them anyway so I should stop whining and start moaning, it's just cruel