free use pretty boy who walks around home half naked so i can grope him when he’s passing by. free use pretty boy who doesn’t complain when i bend him over the nearest counter when he walks by and just takes it like the good little toy he is. free use pretty boy who lets me toy with his chest and bulge until he’s soaked, and only whines when i pull away just before he cums. free use pretty boy who doesn’t complain when i force him into his knees when ‘m bored so he can suck my strap for my entertainment. free use pretty boy who i pull into my lap while watching a movie and shove my fingers into his holes and toy with him till he’s an overstimulated dumb incoherent mess squirming on my lap with muffled whines.
Imagine being strapped into a spreader bar by your wrists and ankles. Legs spread wide, bent over, unable to move.
Then imagine being placed on your back and having that spreader bar attached to a hook hanging from the ceiling. Your legs and arms in the air, unable to cover your naked body.
Imagine being left like that during a party. Open and exposed while everyone else is fully clothed. Walking by and staring at you like a peice of art.
People come by to grope you. They pinch your nipples, squeeze your ass, and take pictures of their favorite parts of you.
You become a party game. People take turns fucking you however they want. Fingering you, eating you out, fucking your face, and of course shoving dicks and dildos into you.
People cheer when someone makes you cum. They laugh at the sounds of your moans and wimpers. Everyone can see how aroused you are and they love it.
Imagine being a prop. A toy that everyone wants at their party. Constantly on display right next to the open bar.
You want my hands on you? Strip and play with yourself in front of me. You want me to fill your mouth? Kneel down and stick your tongue. You want me inside? Spread your cheeks and tell me how empty you feel. Let me hear how desperate you are. Cry.
Make me bounce on your lap while you sit in front of all your mates. Tell them to pull my top down and pinch my nipples, or slap my face if I look away from them. Tease me about how wet I'm getting and make me cry from the embarrassment. When you cum and your loads leaking out of me, make me sit between your legs and nuzzle your balls while you continue casual conversations with them.
I wanna be living porn. Don't even need to open the apps anymore, just text me. I'll be waiting for instructions, ready to bend over or play with myself or slowly shove whatever object you told me to into whichever hole you choose.
Make me fuck myself on a dildo the size of you and send you the video, make me film myself on my knees throating as much as I can handle, make me pose and angle and spread myself for your amusement, on demand, whenever you ask.
And I am so, so eager to be your fucktoy pornslut, I will degrade myself however you ask me to <3
The company's newest, most fuckable employee did so well on his first assessment that his boss invited him to attend the next trade show.
Though he asked what he should do to prepare, his boss would assure him to "bring yourself, and that's enough." Usually, this was followed by the boss undoing his belt, and signaling his faithful employee to get on his knees again.
The boss elected to drive to the event center. His hard cock free from his slacks, while his employee stroked up and down the long shaft with his soft lips. He fed his employee his load just as they pulled into the parking lot.
When they arrived at the booth, the employee was confused by the main exhibit. It looked like an odd table: two levels, one slightly higher than the other, and all manner of rope and shackles affixed to it. This wasn't their brand. Then, his boss started to herd him towards it, and he couldn't tell if his heart skipped a beat in fear or anticipation. Or both.
He was stripped down to his tie and shoes, and nothing else. His knees were latched in on the higher level, and his arms on the lower, so his ass was high in the air. His cunt, already moist, presented for all to see. The finishing touches were a gag and a blindfold.
For a long while, he was left there. His boss and the other managers busied themselves with other setup, and the showgoers hadn't arrived yet. But then,
"Look at this." The appreciative voice was his only warning before a large hand gripped and squeezed his ass. Introductions were made and he could hear the newcomer talk shop with his boss- all while the large hands roamed his ass and thighs.
Then another. A tug on his tie, grabbing his jaw to twist his head this way and that. Conversation was struck up with another executive.
The next hour, his body attracted showgoers, each of them wanting to touch, to feel, to grab and grope. A bolder hand slapped his thigh, encouraging others to lay sharp blows to him. Another finally stuck their fingers in his cunt, and he shivered, having been hard and wet and needing the stimulation for so long.
"Can I taste him?"
The question was barely registered in the employees hazy mind. Neither was the answer. But when a warm tongue lapped its way over his cock, through his hole, and up to his ass, he moaned around the ball gag. Lips around his cock, sucking-
Then they were gone. "Amazing!" they said, before they lead into business, leaving the employee shuddering.
Hands, tongues, teeth- they all fell upon him. And none gave him release. His cock was achingly hard, and his cunt clenched around nothing. He was so close to climax, but the right touches were too few and far between.
Finally. "How much to fuck him?"
The employee whined as a price was negotiated. When a number was landed on, he wasn't sure if he should be offended or pleased, and he wasn't given too much time to think about it before something prodded at his hole.
"Oh, he's wet enough I could-"
A long, obscene moan was muffled by the gag in the employees mouth as a cock was shoved all the way inside his cunt. He came immediately, spasming and clenching hard enough that the businessman fucking him moaned as well. He set his pace immediately, snapping his hips against the employee's ass. Hands gripped his hips, occasionally lifting just to smack him as the cock buried itself so deep it kissed his cervix.
The businessman slammed in one last time, and his cock pulsed as he spilled into the employee. When he pulled out, cum dripped from the employee's well-used cunt.
Now the price was set. While most visitors were happy with groping or slapping, there was a steady rotation of those willing to pay for more. The gag was replaced with a cock, shoving itself as far down the employee's throat as it would go. His cunt was filled more times than he kept count of, and his ass was stretched to accommodate those willing to pay the premium. The first time, he was loud, the intrusion more painful than pleasurable. But once his ass was used and filled once, the rest were easy by comparison.
By the end of the show, the employee could barely hold himself up on his table. When he was unstrapped, he stumbled onto the floor, barely conscious. Before he passed out entirely, his boss grinned down at him.
"You make a fantastic booth babe. I think we'll have you come along to more of these."
I want to make you feel defeated. I want to crush your face in my bicep while I keep you in place. I want you to feel powerless when I pull down your panties and begin to molest you. I want you to hate how I mock you as you lay exposed, terrified, and used.
"Awe, you are really too weak to stop this. Maybe it's not that you're too weak, but that you want it. You're really pathetic making such a mess already. I've barely even started with you."
Tears rolling down your cheeks. Your legs kicking just trying to get away as hard as you can. The feeling of strange, thick fingers inside you. Violating you and corrupting you. As much as you fight and as much as you scream, you know it all feels too fucking good not in control.
Object insert in a “im so desperate to fill you i dont even care what with” kinda way
Object insert in a “your slutty hole will take fucking anything you shove in it” kinda way
Object insert in a “im a pretty dumb toy that is just begging to be filled” and “you said you just wanted to be filled, you said you wanted anything!” kinda way
Object insert in a “i wonder if you can take this” kinda way
Object insert in a “im going to make this fit in you” kinda way
Object insert in a “i bet you cant do it” kinda way
Groping is just better when it's humiliating and disrespectful and hedonistic. Pushing you against a wall and covering your mouth while I grab at your chest. Forcefully spinning you around and bending you over so I can get a better grip on your ass. Pulling your hair to force your head back so I can wrap my hand around your neck. Slapping you across the face while I explore the inside of your thighs. Invading your personal space, stripping you of your dignity and autonomy, until you're my dumb, needy grope slut, begging me to use you.
"I'm sorry for being so horny all the time," you whine. "I don't wanna bother you, but..."
"Aww, puppy," I purr. I push softly on your chest, and you fall into bed. "Do you need something?"
"Um... Can you fuck me?" you ask, blushing prettily, looking away.
I climb into bed next to you and pull your head gently to my chest, smiling.
"If I ever say no to that," I say, stroking your hair, "shoot me. I've been replaced."
"Are you sure?" You look up at me and bite your lip, eyes pleading.
I take one of your hands and guide it between my legs, where you feel me already throbbing through my clothes. "I'm sure, sweetheart." You let out a sound somewhere between a moan and a whimper as you paw at it, wrapping your fingers around the heat and stroking me slowly.
I kiss you, reclining further into our bed, and grope your chest with one hand as I taste your tongue on mine. I'm already losing control, beginning to moan and pant into your mouth. I roll us over, climbing on top of you, and I hook an arm under your shoulder so I can hold your head with one hand while I kiss you, grind on you, feel your loveliness fill my hands and my mouth and my entire mind.
You bite my lip. "Ow, fuck," I reply, grinning, feeling the sensitive, rising mark. "You've got sharp teeth, huh, puppy?" I look you in the eyes and slide my thumb into your mouth, feeling how sharp they are, the same predatory grin broad on my face. You bite down, hard, and harder, and I hiss in pain and appreciation.
You cover your eyes with one hand, and I lean back. "Stop looking at me like that," you whine.
"Like what, baby?"
I stroke your hair while you hesitate. "Like you're gonna eat me," you say softly, blushing.
"Aww, puppy." I lean in, my beard soft on your face as I press my lips up against your ear, and whisper, "I am gonna eat you."
I twist my fingers into your hair to prevent you from moving as I bite down into your neck. You cry out and try to push me away, but you could never do that. I suck in as hard as I can, trying on purpose to leave you with a deep purple uncomfortable-to-explain bruise. I bite down sharply just before I let go, and you sob just once.
"Please, ow," you begin to say, but I ignore you, seeking the meat of your shoulder to clench in my jaws. Your wail of pain carries the undercurrent of a moan, and I feel you buck your hips up against my thigh, between your legs. I pinch your nipple with my free hand and shove my knee up between your legs, crushing into you, feeling the warmth and wetness of your growing desire.
I pull away reluctantly, only so I can strip. We're both panting, and you look at me with the adoration of an acolyte for their god, a dog for its master. As I pull my pants down, your eyes fixate between my legs, and I slow down. I expose my cock inch by inch, watching the ravenous look on your face as I do, before I finally pull them down far enough and my cock springs free, bouncing up, swaying in the soft light of my bedroom, and you make that moaning whimper again.
I climb back into bed and you obediently lay down, spreading your perfect thighs for me. I trail my gaze along the soft, angelic skin of your inner thighs, and swallow the urge to take a bite out of you. I shift forwards, and we both gaze — in admiration for me, apprehension for you — at how deep inside you I'm about to reach. I slide two fingers into your mouth, feeling your pretty, pretty lips, and, as I've trained you, you suck on them, getting them nice and wet. I place my hand on your cheek, and you nuzzle into it. I trail my fingertips down your neck, your chest, your tummy... I slap my heavy, heavy cock down onto your sensitive cunt a few times before I tease your entrance with my fingers. I usually give you some time to warm up, but... I line myself up, and push inside.
Or I try to. Your eyes widen in panic and you gasp, "oh, fuck," and clutch at my chest, my neck. I pull back, then push again, insistent, a few times. You are so tight around my cock that it feels almost sharp as I force you to spread for me, my thick, throbbing tip. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," you pant, the exertion of trying to fit me and the ecstasy of succeeding contorting your beautiful features.
The moment I feel that you've taken the head, I push all the rest of myself inside. You throw your head back, moaning loudly, legs twitching around my hips. I lay there, crushing into you, waiting for you to regain the ability to speak.
"Haa, mmmfuck, mmm," you moan, the last sound rising to a piteous pitch. Your legs are up around my waist, and your arms are up around my neck. "That's not fair, big bro," you complain.
"Oh, puppy, what's not fair? That I'm so big?"
"Mhmm!" I notice that you forgot how to speak again, and it makes me throb. I start pulling out, relishing your grip on me as I pull allllllllll the way back, and I listen raptly at the little noises you make as I work the tip inside again... before slamming it all the way in a second time. You recover faster, but I still have plenty of time to stroke your cheek before you stop convulsing. And then I start fucking you, slowly, gently. All the way out, and all the way in, crushing your cervix. All the way out, all the way in, listening to your heavy breathing. All the way out, all the way in, whispering encouragement to you. You're doing so well, I know, baby, I know, pretty boy, I know it's so big and it hurts so much, but you're doing such a goooooood job taking it, taking it all, taking your big brother's dick all the way to the hilt, even though it hurts your little puppy cunt to be so stretched and so full, even after these months and months of taking me it's barely gotten any easier, it still hurts when I ram into your cervix... but it's not enough for you, is it?
No, it's not, because you're a fucking degenerate pervert. This soft, gentle sex couldn't possibly be enough for you. It doesn't hurt enough. So you work up your nerve and ask, "can you use me like a fleshlight?"
And like a switch was flipped, I start pounding you. Your entire body is driven back with each thrust, your perfect tits bouncing wildly as I rail you, your puppy pussy electric as your big brother slams in and out, in and out, spearing your cervix, crushing your womb, filling you so fucking much with every thrust. You're moaning, whining, howling, now, half-formed words choked out between sobs, every breath staccato with exhalations driven from your lungs by my cruel, bullying cock. I cover your mouth with one hand, and your eyes flick open.
"Fleshlights don't talk," I growl.
I feel your thighs squeeze tight against my waist as you orgasm. I don't slow down even a little bit as you do — in fact, I speed up. I haven't cum yet. If you're gonna be my fleshlight, then you're going to lie there and fucking take me over and over until I'm done. I don't know how many times you cum while I'm inside you. I'm not paying attention. I don't care. Your puppy cunt was made for your big brother's pleasure, and it really doesn't matter if you feel good or not. But you're lucky you're a painslut. You're lucky you like when I hurt you. You're lucky you get to cum on such a big, fat cock, and you know it, and you hear me grunting like an animal as I rut inside you faster and faster, and I'm so close now, and you hear me moaning as I thrust inside you like I'm trying to reach your god damn heart as I release inside you, shot after shot spraying inside you, filling you, painting your insides with my warm, thick cum, and you orgasm again.
But I'm not done. I pull out and roll you onto your tummy, my cum still dropping from your folds, and push your legs together. "No," you begin to complain, and you say something that sounds like you might be asking me not to, but your words are so slurred it's impossible to tell, but I hear something about "hand" and "head", and, as your loving big brother, I cover the back of your head with one of my big, strong hands and press you down heavily into the bed. "Yes," I say, as I mount you in prone.
The way your puppy pussy grips my cock in prone is unparalleled. It is one of the best feelings in the entire world. So when I push in just the tip, over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over, you make me feel so good my knees start to go weak and I have to push all the way inside if I wanna stay on top. And then I get to bully your cervix again, and I get to hear you cry again, and I get to look down and watch your ass as I start fucking you as hard as I can. Or, that's not quite right, is it? I'm not fucking you. I'm using you. Like a toy. Like some fucking tight wet object. Your only purpose is to make your big brother cum, and you are the perfect, prettiest tool for the job, because it's only been a few seconds but I was still hard after cumming the first time and I'm about to cum again, baby, I'm so fucking close, I'm so close, you feel too fucking good, pretty puppy...
And this time I pull out, spraying my cum all over your puppy cunt, your ass, your back, your thighs...
And I collapse next to you, pulling you into me, telling you how good you've been, and how good you make me feel...
I go fetch some water, and after I make you drink some, you lay with me, curled up safe against your big brother, sweaty head against my sweaty chest. You fall asleep with an abused, aching hole dripping with my cum.
i want to be fisted open after you’ve already fucked me for an hour or more. after you’ve already cum inside me as many times as you wanted. your dick is sated, and this is all just for play. because you can. because my pussy is yours. i want to scream and squirm, over sensitive and sore, as you work your knuckles, then your palm into my red, puffy, cum-filled cunt. i want you to not care if i come on your fist, only to care that you can make your fist fit. i want you to hold my legs down as you punch in and out of me until the widest part of your hand moves easily through my wrecked hole. i want you to tug and pinch at my swollen pussy lips, flick my throbbing clit, and fuck me with your fist until i’m sobbing and gaping wide. take a picture. jerk off into my ruined hole, and take another. play with my cunt like it’s just another stim toy as i writhe and beg and soak the sheets with my tears. see how wide you can spread your fingers inside me. then see if you can fit the other hand, too
ill like to be drinking with someone until my brain turns so drunk they can make me their dumb slut.
encouraging me to drink more as my mind flows through the alcohol. becoming more affectionate and giddy even if they fondle my tits or sneak a hand down my pants. feeling my body become so hot and limp, i practically become a horny mess on the palm of their hand.
making myself rub on their thighs. begging to be touched more and getting teased that im a desperate drunk whore. all so that i can finally get fucked, get their cock pushed inside me despite not being conscious. just naively enjoying the pleasure i craved.
Twinky trans boy with a fat pussy that gets embarrassed from getting wet and gets wetter from being embarrassed 😵💫😵💫
Backing him against the wall and boxing him in with big strong arms 😵💫😵💫
Pushing him around the bar from one big man to another, bullying him for being so small and easy to toss 😵💫😵💫
Laying him out on the pool table and spanking him in front of everyone 😵💫😵💫
Grabbing his cheeks to pour shots down his throat, each time making him blush bright red and his head spin 😵💫😵💫
Everyone taking turns slapping his pussy or fingering his tight hole, the karaoke microphone being reappropriated to amplify his moans through the speakers. The whole bar laughs at how desperate and whiny his moans are 😵💫😵💫
After teasing him for hours they bind his arms to his torso with their belts and start to spitroast him, until he’s taken load after load and all the giant men have had their way with him once or twice 😵💫😵💫
Drunk and horny, the leader of the gang ties his naked body to the front of his motorcycle like a trophy. His poor exposed body is freezing cold in the night wind as they ride out to their home base, a new fun boy toy in tow 😵💫😵💫
Aggressively gender affirming degradation for bottom bitch pussyboys. NO m1sg3n nor d3tr4ns, but there is tonsssss of cunt objectification, toyification, cnc (but you like it).
Your pussy makes you a boy. Sorry, you’re not allowed to be anything but a bonus hole twink, it’s your lot in life. Some boys were made to be hurt and violated, and that’s your purpose. You know I’m right, because even growing a dick couldn’t distract you from wanting it deep in your hungry cunt. You know I’m right, because you cum so much harder when you’re being treated like the bitchboy you really are. Everyone sees you as a walking pussy ready to be bred. Why else would the t make you so wet? You know, some boys can decide to be tops. Not you though. What your body wants is stronger than your will. It’s why you always end up taking it and moaning like the pathetic slut you are- like you trained to be the perfect fucktoy.
You were made to be a boy with a pussy so that you could be as fuckable as possible. You were made to take it up every hole. Your body is for pleasuring your superiors, whether you’ve accepted that or not. You should be forced to cum obediently on whatever fucks your pussy, no matter how embarrassing, so that you remember your place. Say it to yourself: I am a pussy made to be used. Self-lubing for anybody so that you can be defiled anywhere, anytime. Feel that sticky evidence coating your warm, soft little pussy? It clearly deserves this.
You are a dumb boy wrapped around a fleshlight. Everybody wants to see your little boypussy spread and owned. You know your body needs to be bred. You can feel your cervix sucking up inside you, aching to be pounded into submission. Stop fighting it. Open up. Feels so good to feel wanted, huh? They only want your stupid cunt. Everybody wants your cunt. Your cunt gives you purpose. How fucking pathetic that this flatters you. Cum to how pathetic you are. You like being a pussyboy, or at least your body does. You were born to be nothing but a swollen pussy gushing with cum, tightening or gaping when your superiors command it to, helplessly taking whoever wants it. And it feels so good that your dignity evaporates the moment somebody slides inside you. That’s it. Boys aren’t meant to be empty. Not when they have all that warm, plush, breedable space inside them. Feel your body make room for it? You need this. That’s it. Good pussy.
two subs being chained together, used to get each other off by a dom who refuses to participate- it's disgusting, engaging in such carnal pleasures. they're above that kind of thing.
that doesn't mean they won't yank a sub's collar if he tries to pretend he doesn't like his cunt being stuffed by another sub. he deserves to get his hair pulled, to get punched in the face and stomach so that he remembers how much he loves his boycunt getting molested by another fag. both subs being live pornstars for their dom, doing the dirty work because the world needs *someone* to whore themselves out and who better than the boys with the built in rape holes? the needy sub being unable to get his pussy completely off the strap, the chains holding him in place just enough for the tip to keep rubbing at his entrance and clit.
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