it makes me so sad when i see people saying stuff like "i wish i could reblog this but my followers would be upset" because what's the point of tumblr if you can't reblog everything you want
told a girl to think of me while she was getting fucked and she said she almost moaned my name while someone else was inside her and now i think i have a new fetish
hiii butch4butch fujoshi femme reporting for duty đ«Ą two concepts for your consideration:
college sports team doing some kind of fucked up hazing ritual and the team captain butch (sadist) goes a little too hard on one freshman butch whose pathetic vibes are too irresistible
butch buddies having a contest at a bar to see who can get the most numbers in one night and it ends with them drunkenly fighting (they got jealoussss) and then rough fucking in the alley outsideâŠ
went with the hazing ^_^ got a little carried away so it's under a cut lol (+ I cut myself off in the middle of it because it's like over 1k words so sorry yall!)
The freshman butch shows up to a weights session with the other guys and immediately realizes that it's not like their other practices. Maybe they should've questioned why the captain wanted them to convene later than usual. It's dark as they approach the field house and the lights aren't on. Inklings of unease begin to trickle into their consciousness as they push open the door. It's ajar; maybe one of their upperclassmen is fucking with them, who knows?
Despite their nerves, they advance into the dark building, walking into the familiar mixture of mildew and old sweat in the air. There's a light on in the weight room, tucked at the end of a long hallway. They strain to listen for any signs of their teammates with no luck. Then, a presence behind. They jerk back, biting back a gasp when they make eye contact with the captain.
They're standing in front of the door and flanked by some of the other members. They're all upperclassmen, older, some of them much larger. The captain stares down at them, eyes shrouded in the shadow cast by their cap.
"What're you doin' here?"
The butch backs up instinctively, bumping their back into the wall. "You asked me to come?" They hate the shrill questioning in their voice and the way the captain's eyes light up when they pick up on it. "What're you guys all doing here?"
The captain barks a laugh and crosses their thick arms over their chest. The other guys behind them start obnoxiously crooning ooooooh as the captain leans over the butch.
"As you know, we have our first game coming up, which will be your first game with us," they begin. "We need to make sure you're committed. I won't let any fuckups slideâwe all have someone to impress. We're just making sure you understand that."
There's something nasty glinting in their eyes as they lean lower into the sliver of light emitting from the weight room. The butch shrinks back, pressing themselves against the wall like it can whisk them away. Alarms are blaring in their mind and only grow louder when the captain grabs their arm.
"Alright, let's go."
The butch is half-dragged, half-lead down the hallway, hands idly grabbing at them as they move. The captain has their bicep in a vice-grip, their fingers biting so deep into their skin that they feel blood well up under the nail. Rough ridges in the floor scrape up their shins as they struggle to regain their footing. The captain won't allow that and before they get a chanceâthey're thrown into the weight room.
The captain's bigâenough so that the butch gets nervous just watching them step into the room. Thick biceps straining against their sleeves, a sneer on their usually open face, and something unsettling in their eyes. The other guys flood into the room after them, surrounding the butch too quickly for them to escape. They're left on the floor, sprawled out on one of the dank-smelling mats.
"What're you doinâ"
The captain grabs the butch by their shirt, yanking them off the ground like they're weightless.
When the butch is held up, supported by many hands all over them, and the captain calls out, "What do we like boys?"
The others start growing increasingly energized, bouncing off each other, their yelling echoing around the small room. The sound is going straight to their head and seems to resonate around their skull.
The captain's hands slide from their biceps to the butch's neck, holding them in place. They meet the butch's eyes for a second, revealing nothing but anticipation. For what?
They continue, barking right in their face. "We like it when our boys follow directions! So, boy, are you gonna listen to what we say?"
The butch flinches away from the captain's voice as their eyes dart around the room, watching as the others grow more excited, slamming into each other and eyeing the butch like they're a piece of meat. Something slides along the back of their neck while someone gropes their waist. As the volume from the team increases, their judgment lowers until the butch is left dangling in the captain's grip like a sliver of bait held over an overstocked pond.
"If you do everything we ask, you'll be part of us," the captain explains after dropping the butch to the mat. "You ready?"
The butch nods weakly, halfway understanding that they don't have much choice. There's no hope of slipping away undetected; they're all surrounding them and as they look across the room for anything that could help, all they see are a forest of calves and shins.
The captain calls out to the others this time, asking, "What do we wanna have our new boy do? How's this fucker gonna prove they're good enough?"
Some of the suggestions reach the butch at their place on the floor, ranging from juvenile to illegal.
They gotta streak through the football field!
Noâmake them lift the shit left on the racks.
Get something in them!
That final suggestion makes the captain perk up and they lean down, bending inches from the butch's face, and ask, "Did you hear that? I think our boys wanna see you take it like a man."
The butch freezes, going limp as the captain scoops them up without waiting for an answer. They're carried effortlessly, caged in the captain's arms, and quickly dumped on a lone table shoved in a corner of the room. The location is claustrophobic with everyone bearing down on them and it takes everything in them to not scramble away. Despite the increasing danger of the situation, they're still desperate to prove themself, to cement their spot on the team. The captain tosses their cap aside and stares down at the butch with no obstructions.
"Get your shorts off."
The butch complies as they shake from nerves. Suddenly, they're overly aware of the rest of the team there, closing in on them. They kick their shorts to the floor and the captain's hands descend on them before they can blink.
"âand flip over."
The captain pushes the butch around the table and manages to force them on their hands and knees. Fingers prod at them through their boxers, testing the elastic waistband. The butch tries to stifle the urge to thrust back into the hands groping them. It's an odd urge that wells up from deep within them and only increases when they glance over their shoulder, watching the captain eagerly paw at their ass.
"Let's see how wet this pussy is."
The captain tugs their boxers off and throws them to the ground before spreading their cheeks. The butch buries their face in their folded forearms and if they pretend, they can convince themself that they're alone with the captain like those times they've guiltily imagined.
A thumb shoves into their cunt with no warning, spreading their hole uncomfortably wide. "Oh, y'all, it looks like we've got a slut on the team."
The butch can't hold back a distressed whine at thatâthe captain is pushing their thumb in their cunt, sinking it in without pausing to wait for the butch to relax. It's oppressive and burns in a way that they know they'll be thinking of for weeks after.
"You like that, huh? You wanna get passed around like the team's designated cumdump?" The butch is mortified, unable to think between the barrage of voices and the fingers currently getting stuffed in their pussy.
Despite every voice in their head instructing them not to, the butch protests, "I just wanna be on the team," and it doesn't have the intended effect with all the fingers in their cunt.
The captain hangs over their shoulder, tucking their lips against their ear and hissing, "Oh, you just wanna be on the team? That's why you're slutting yourself out like this, isn't it?"
The butch tries to jerk away and the fingers within them curl, scrambling their senses until they're reduced to a panting mess, still on the table.
"You know, I might keep you for myself," the captain begins, and as they whisper, their fingers slip out of the butch's gaping cunt and rest on their ass.
I could see his eyes shining as he pleaded me not to do it. It was cute in a way. You fuck around and then find out.
He was gagged and I made sure he could not move, not his arms, not his legs. He had clamps on his nipples and clit. A devious smile quivered on my lips.
My hands danced over his mound. Feeling the smooth, soft, and supple shaved skin.
âYou were teasing me around all day and night,â I say into his ear, my voice and words slithering out of my mouth with a sulky tone that made him shiver. âYou were a brat just playing around.â
I dipped the brush into the ink, and then let it slide over his skin.
The sigil was simple, with a small symbol in the center, to seal him and make him mine. Elegant vines extending to the sides like tendrils, a bit like wings, a bit like the tubes inside him.
He was a man, yes, but still, he could produce offspring for me.
My cute little toy, my soon-to-be slave, and dumb slutty boy.
âI know this is what you wanted, so many nights. Just rubbing me with your cunt.â My hands slid to his chest.
âThis crest,â I touched, the ink didnât smear. It was slightly hot, already drying and being absorbed by his skin, âyou know what it does...â
Pulling one clamp from his nipples I felt him jump and shake, twisting in place.
âYou can no longer feel pain, can you?â My hand pulled the second clamp from his right nipple.
He moaned.
A chuckle escaped from my throat.
âOnly pleasure, isnât that right?â
Tears were coming from his eyes, drool dripping from his gagged mouth. He shook his head as my hand wandered from his chest, down his stomach, and past the brand over his mound.
A single flick on the clamp over his clit made him shake and quiver.
It made him shiver, his eyes rolling back in his head. He made the cutest and most pathetic sounds as he moaned from the stimulation.
âAnd you know what else it will do, donât you?â
There was a sob. Resignation. But also, deep past all of that, deep past the regret. A glint in his eye told me he really expected this.
âIt will bind you to me, when I cum, when I breed you and make you mineâŠâ I played with the clamp pressing on his cunt, his engorged and very sensitive clit. He tried to fight the restraints binding him to the bed.
âBut I know, I truly know.â I held him and made sure he looked at me. âI know you want me to break you, make you a breeding cow, fill your tits with milk, and make sure there is nothing left of you but the slut that you truly are. The one that tries to hide behind teasing, behind professionalism, behind a mask of intelligence.â
Getting on top of him, I looked into his eyes. He was no longer sobbing. He was panting.
I removed the gag from his mouth.
âTell me you donât want this. Tell me you donât want to be my toy, that you donât want me to breed you and use you. Tell me. A simple âNoâ would suffice, and I would stop, release you and let you go.â
I placed my cock at the entrance of his cunt. My hand spread him open.
He looked down, bit his lip, and looked me in the eye.
âI- Iâ his voice shook, and his body trembled. But his cunt was leaking. Melting. âI want this. Please.â
With a smirk, I pushed my cock inside.
He gasped and panted. But I was not done. With a single pulling motion, I released his clit from the vise of the clamp. His eyes rolled back in his head. My hand closed around his neck.
Thrusting and fucking his cunt, I watched as the sigil began to glow. I watched as his mind grew dimmer and his pleasure and arousal grew. I watched as he turned into a whimpering, drooling mess.
His eyes fluttered. I bit him, licked him, and kissed him.
Using him until my cock couldnât take it anymore. Releasing my cum, my seed deep inside him. He orgasmed with me, a guttural and almost voiceless moan, half gasping for air, half a yelp.
I waited until I was empty, my cock throbbing and twitching inside him.
There was nothing left of him. Just a drooling mess, all of his mind, consciousness, and personality, sealed into the sigil etched over his womb.
Nothing but lust and instinct. The desire and need to please, only the slut that he always wished to be.
Collapsing on top of him, I touched the cursed design. It had changed color, turning purple and pink. It looked lovely against his pale skin. With a bite and a kiss, the two of us fell asleep, part of me dreaming of the way his belly would grow and his tits would fill with milk.
A little grope of his tits, and he moaned, calling my name in his sleep.
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Second after second, minute after minute, hour after hour, she can only stare at the bright yellow light in front of her, unable to take her mind off keeping her chains taut, keeping her hands low, keeping her gaze fixed on the light. There is no water, there is no food, there is no sleep, there is no toilet usage, there is no relief from the sweat which trickles in her rubber garment, but she has to keep her mind on following the rules, unable to risk a violation. She stares at the brightness, blinking the sweat out of her eyes, trying to keep her body from squirming at the constant discomfort, trying to keep her breathing even, as she has learnt the hard way that even the slightest rustle of her garment or jingle of her chain or whimper into her gag will count as a violation. It is maddeningly frustrating. She has no idea how long the transport to her new cell will take, and each hour is an eternity.
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