pathetic set of holes

he/him - 18 - need to keep how pathetic i am off my main

[fuckm34t28]

hey all!! planning on moving posting to @fuckm34t. this blog is a sideblog and ive been VERY nervous following anyone back due to not wanting to get Flashbanged while scrolling (plus wanting to stay somewhat anonymous. hoping the new blog can be a nice change for me ^_^

[lilythelycan]

Ahhh~ you don't even go to the gym with me but you're always so eager to take my protein shake after, such a good puppy <3

"ghlk ghlk... Thwnak ywouu ghlk ghlk"

You're welcome puppy~ I know how much you love throating my wolf dick while breathing in my sweaty musk~ I always make sure to end my workouts with some cardio to give you an extra sweaty cock to gobble down <3

"plap plap love... Ghlk- your... Plap plap gock <3"

Good pet, ah~ now here comes your protein, make sure to drink it all up~

~Gulp~

[nyanbinary-perineum]

Yooooooo, check this out!

*Grabs your head and pulls you down to my crotch before rubbing my sweaty, hard cock against your face*

It's been a long day and it just REEKS of stinky musky pre doesn't it?

I guess now you do too! ^.^ You're looking AND smelling more and more like a regular cum sock :3

[nyanbinary-perineum]

It's hard work lobotomizing dumb cumdump pets with my throbbing nyanby cock, but I do what I love (fucking the brains out of dumb little pets until they are left as little more than giggly cumbrained idiots).

💜

[nyanbinary-perineum]

What's that?

Oh~ Just my newest little onahole, isn't it adorable?

It isn't much for conversation anymore~ At this point it has more cum than brains up there 💜 (ФωФ)

it does respond very favorably to praise though!

Call it a good little hole and you'll have it drooling against your bulge with the cutest little sounds and nothing but need in its eyes <3

It really gets EXTRA pathetic when you tug on its leash while you praise it~ ^.^

[lilicanssecretstudy]

Your college roommate is a transgirl but has a hard time in classes so you offer to tutor her!

Turns out her problem was constantly having to jerk off her 20+ inch horse cock nearly constantly so the best way to help her was to become a walking cum dump.

Now whenever she's studying, her quiet room is filled with the sounds of "ghlk ghlk ghlk" as you fuck your face on her bitchbreaker cock.

She gets frustrated occasionally and you have to try and stay conscious as she grabs your head and slam fucks her entire breeding stick down your throat, feeling the entrance to your stomach be stretched open by her massive girl cock.

You start putting a towel down underneath you because her floor becomes slick with how many times you've cummed while sucking her divine girl dick.

Now you're waiting for her to finish her finals... You're measuring your torso and are starting to regret saying she can fuck your ass if she gets an A...

[lilicanssecretstudy]

I love CNC specifically when it comes to throatfucking.

I want you to feel my heavy girl balls slap against your chin, I've been hammering away at your throat for so long now you've lost count as my bitchbreaker gock continues to mold your throat into my personal Fleshlight.

"just tell me when to stop ok?"

"ghlk~ ghlk~ ghlk~"

"couldn't quite hear you mutt, did you say faster? I can certainly do that-"

"mmmm! Mmph!!!"

You try to protest, back away but I grab your hands and hip smash against your face as saliva drools down onto your chest, your nose begins to bruise a little as it's slammed into my crotch over and over again. My musk being the only thing you can smell as you try and maintain consciousness.

I don't even warn you when I cum, you just feel my heavy balls churn with potent nutsludge before it's dumped down your throat, thick globs of ball batter clogging your throat and you can swear you feel it swelling in your stomach.

You start gulping it down voluntarily

I remove my sticky bitchbreaker from your throat. Your saliva dripping from the tip.

I slap it on your face, there is no thought behind your eyes anymore, only devotion to the throbbing meatstick on your face~

[sillydumbdoll]

a useful, little, docile doll just for you 𝜗𝜚

[saphig-iawn]

New Year, New You

CW: non-con transformation

Despite the roiling buzz of the party you always seemed to be gazing over to her just as she turned her eyes to you. It felt like coincidence at first, like making multiple moments of eye contact with a stranger while waiting for something in a public place.

This moment, however, felt different. The moment your eyes met hers, you seemed to notice how the colours of her irises were a little more vivid. Your cheeks involuntarily blushed. You look away blinking quickly, as if to shake yourself free of a stupor and you made a bit of clumsy entrance into some festivities to distract yourself.

But no matter what you did, there was this... presence that wouldn't leave you. It felt like the room was shrinking with each passing moment, like the people at the party were just elaborate cutouts.

Prey stuck in the eyes of a predator.

Hiding among the long grass that was the buffet, you felt you were safe. A timid glass of punch in hand, you turned without looking and collided with someone.

The sting of embarrassment became a weight in your stomach as you clamour to apologise, and when you finally looked up, you saw her.

Everything went cold.

You couldn't help stare at the wet patch you had made on the bodice of her green satin dress.

Oh god you're just looking at her boobs now, what are you doing?! You panicked and began to pat her chest with a paper towel and- oh god now you're patting her breasts! Whatiswrongwithyouyou'remakingitworse-

You see her hand gently curl around your wrist.

You look up.

She simply hushes you.

Her eyes feel like they're looking into you, like their gaze is reaching through your eyes and into the you in your mind.

The panic ablates. The tremors calm.

"It was a little accident, don't worry darling", she croons.

Your mind tries to recount the accident, worsening it with each recollection, stuck in a bad recursive loop, but it all seems to slow. The longer you stare into her eyes, the easier it gets to just let that anxiety go.

"You've been quite the wallflower tonight, haven't you darling?" she continues.

The room begins to turn slowly, almost like its revolving around you. You wonder if the punch is hitting you, you remember how a 'friend' said they were going to spike it, but then your body begins to sway, almost rhythmically.

"You ok there, darling? Anyone in there?" she teases.

You shake your head and blink and realise that you were actually being walked away from the buffet by the woman in the green dress, not that something unwanted was getting into your bloodstream.

There's a strange feeling of.. disconnection? Delay? Like you thought you were still being walked when suddenly the plush softness of couch cushions rise up to meet your behind.

You felt like a marionette being guided; your body unresponsive but weightless. There was a bewilderedness stopping words from leaving your lips.

"You poor thing, you look quite ready to be done with this year, don't you?"

Those words felt like a warm hand cradling your cheek. A sigh involuntarily wisps from your lips.

"Oh I know darling, it won't be long. New Year, new you, and all that-" she smiled. God it was such a warm smile. "you've said that to yourself a lot haven't you, darling?"

A little weight manifests in your stomach. Misplaced guilt at the expectations of making New Year's resolutions. You never really subscribed to them, but the pressure from everyone else making them felt like it was a thing you had to do.

"I know that feeling too darling, perhaps we could welcome in this New Year with something a little better, hmm?"

She held your hand in hers, at the strike of people beginning to countdown.

10!

She takes your other hand.

9!

You sink into her eyes

8!

She smiles with a deep warmth.

7!

You feel you can't look away.

6!

Her gaze pierces deeper

5!

You can't look away.

4!

Her warmth spreads into you.

3!

You can't move.

2!

You can't tell where her warmth ends and yours begins.

1!

She gives you a single wicked wink.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

You feel her pull at your hand. The room cartwheels around you. Your head prepares for the dizziness but its strangely absent. You crash into the warmth of her embrace and are unable to pull yourself away. It feels like the moment you crash onto your bed after a long shift.

Your vision remains stuck at the middle distance, her green satin shoulder almost filling half of it.

You hear a different voice come from behind you.

"Awww, is someone a bit too drunk, huh?", the voice teased.

"Yes, the poor thing, barely able to move. I'm going to call a ride." the woman in green responded.

With little effort she lifts you up off the couch and drapes your arm over her shoulders, and moves towards the exit.

The cheering dies down to a low distant rumble. The sound of the woman's shoes echo slightly. The corridor you were being lead down stops beneath your dragged feet.

You feel a warmth blossom under your jaw as your vision swings to face a mirror.

"There we are darling, a New Year, a new you!" the woman chuckled.

Your eyes can't help but drink in your reflection, mainly because they can't do much else, not even look around.

You saw you, but your clothes seemed to hang a little looser, like something changed underneath. The woman's hand cradling your jaw gently moves your head.

'I'm... a... doll...?' your mind attempts to think. The thought is excruciatingly slow. Like a single droplet of water dangling beneath a faucet.

"You don't have to worry about much any more, now. I'll take good care of you darling."

You feel her press her cheek against yours, her reflection just entering your peripheral vision.

"You're going to look so good in my collection..." she trails off as she continues to take you down the corridor to goodness knows where.

As the pattern of the carpet rolls across your vision like scan lines on an old television, your mind can't help but ponder over that word...

'Coll... ec... tion...?'

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[genderstormwrites]

Scenario for the thing: visiting your doll-obsessed friend and soon finding out all the dolls she keeps were actual people. You make a deal that you’ll become her doll only after she turns everyone back

Surprisingly, she complies. Now she’s on top of you, straddling your waist as she brings the makeup brush closer and closer; the first step into becoming a doll. Will you be porcelain? Cloth? All you know is that despite your earlier worries, this will be worth it

"And you're absolutely sure about this? You know what's going to happen to you?"

A quick glance to the shelves of lifeless dolls in your best friend's apartment and you nod.

"Very well then." The woman gets up, crossing the room to get her sewing kit and sets it down next to you. Her movements are fast and precise as she retrieves several tools and makes her way over to the shelf. She grabs a doll carefully, one with red hair and green button eyes. An empty smile stitched onto fabric skin. Your friend whispers something into the doll's ear, and it must have been a powerful something, because the room itself seems to reverberate with powerful magic. The dollmaker uses her tiny implements to pull at a thread along the doll's neck, allowing it to unravel until soon, the doll is no more. In its place, on the ground, a woman sits, blinking and disoriented. She barely takes a moment to take in her surroundings before getting to her feet, fixing her red hair behind her head, and walking out of the apartment without a word.

You look to your friend for an explanation, and she simply replies. "They will return to their lives, as if it never happened."

She picks another doll off the shelf, performing the same procedure as another beautiful woman stands up and leaves without acknowledging your presence. One by one, every doll is changed back, until the shelves sit empty and the room is quiet.

"Their transformations were reversible, via the thread binding enchantments. They agreed to this, just as you agreed to your fate, but yours will not be reversible. In order to honor our bargain, you will be my one and only doll forever." She could read the hesitation on your face. The finality of it. There was something somber, yet exciting. "I wouldn't do this for just anyone. But your beauty, it is unlike anyone else. I will be honored to have you on my shelf forever, dear. I've always fancied you more than a little, and I know you've felt the same. So please, be beautiful for me forever."

With a deep exhale, you relax into the sofa. Your friend climbs onto you, straddling your lap and leaning over you as she guides her hands along your skin. She produces a needle, already pulling a silken thread. And she begins to stitch you away. The sewing begins slow, but picks up pace as she gets to working. The needle feels as though it should hurt as it pierces your skin, but it is instead a soft, tender feeling, relaxing the skin into soft, unfeeling fabric as it passes through. Soon, the feeling of her hands against you is dulled, your sensation lessened. You'd already relaxed beyond movement, and now as you try to tilt your head or move your arms, no motion is conjured.

You've shrunk down enough to be held in her hands now. She brings you to a desk and works on the intricate details. She preserves every inch of your beauty as she preserves you in eternal dollhood. You'll be so pretty on the shelf, she coos. You never were one for words. Your presence was always enough to make her happy. Your smile enough to make her laugh. So she'll keep you that way, forever. Always nearby. Always smiling. Always radiating beauty and warmth. A perfect friend. A perfect doll. It's all you ever really wanted to be, you think as the final stitches fall into place. You smile. You smile. You smile. And you're gently lifted to the shelf. The lone doll. The happiest, prettiest girl in the world.

[saphig-iawn]

Reblog if you're fed up of performing this character people have forced you into and just want to be a doll on my lap with no stress or worries

[aussiecboy]

it’s sooo hot when guys are proud of their hairy, manly cocks and like to show them off. Don’t shave anytime. No need to be coy. Whip it out and let your erection stand proud, hot and throbbing, impossible to ignore. Magnetic. The way a man’s erection is so warm, and intimidating, the way it just. Juts. Looking angry and demanding.

Shove it in my face. Literally. Make me nuzzle on your cock before you skull fuck me. Slap me with it. Hold my head in place and hump against my face, leaving trails of your precum. Set me on my knees and just follow every whim you have, sate any urge, if you think something might feel good for your cock, do it.

Make me kiss and suck your balls, no matter when you shower. I’ll worship them. Have me open my mouth wide while you literally tea bag me. Wank yourself off while you’ve got your ballsack stuffed in my mouth and I’m gently sucking and licking you

[submitinfreedom]

Anal Only Denial

“Sir, may I please cum?”

“Aw, no.”

I don’t know why these words send a shock through my body. I mean, he has denied my request to cum before. That isn’t new. So why does it feel different this time? He said it how he would normally say it, didn’t he? But he has an amused look, more so than normal I think. Almost like he’s waiting for my reaction to this, but I’m not sure now. If he had wanted me to beg for it, he would simply tell me to beg for it. So that doesn’t feel right. My arousal is starting to slowly fade in my confusion. I was so needy for it just moments ago.

“Yes, Sir,” I say, my confusion evident in my voice, “thank you, Sir”

“Such a good girl,” he tells me, “thanking me for denying you. I think that’s going to be happening a lot more frequently now.”

“Sir? I don’t understand, Sir.” He’s smiling down at me, obviously savoring this moment.

“I’ve decided you’re going to be on denial for the foreseeable future,” he says as I feel my eyes getting wider with each word, “you’re going to be anal only now. Isn’t that exciting?”

“I-” my words have utterly left me, “I- yes, Sir?” Denial for the foreseeable future? Anal only? I love to cum. I love feeling that complete joyous relief. That moment of bliss. But I can’t deny that my cunt has started to get soaked from hearing this. To know I won’t have any chance at another orgasm. At least from my cunt. Maybe in the future from my ass? But having an orgasm from my ass just doesn’t feel the same.

“Aww, you sound nervous,” he says chuckling at what I’m sure is a face of pure shock, “don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll be a great little butt slut for me.”

“I- I’ll do my best for you, Sir.”

“Good butt slut,” he says pulling something from his pocket, “let’s start now.”

He has me turn around on my knees, so my ass is towards him. I put my head down and lifted my ass to him. This at least was something I was used to. This position. It brought comfort in a panicked moment. Which is a bit humiliating to realize. My head on the floor and my ass in the air, fully displayed to Sir, is a comfort. My cunt is definitely wet now with everything happening. I feel his finger run ever so lightly over my cunt before feeling what I can now identify as a plug moving over my cunt. Not enough pressure to get any sort of relief, never going in, only skimming the surface.

“Oh look, butt slut,” he slowly slides the plug back and forth over my cunt, “even your cunt is excited about this idea. It’s lubing up your plug for you. Your cunt can still have the use of preparing your toys for you.” I let out a little whimper at hearing that as he slides the plug back to my ass. I feel the pressure as he pushes it in. He slides it in and gives it a few tugs before smacking my ass to tell me I can turn around again.

I turn slowly, feeling the plug in my ass, feeling the wetness of my cunt. I’m wondering just exactly how this is going to go when you give me a bit of a clue.

“You’ll bump your daily plug time up to an hour for now. We want to make sure your ass in nicely prepared for all the use it will be getting from now on.”

“Yes, Sir,” I reply, mentally noting the extra plug time. My cunt always gets wet when I have my plug in, this is just going to make that even more so.

“I think we’ll make a lot of your edging anal edging as well.”

“I- um, yes, Sir.” I feel like I’m on auto repeat. I’m just saying the same thing over and over. But I can’t think of anything else. My cunt is starting to drip down my leg and I want so badly to just rub it on something, but that isn’t even something I can do now. My normal edging won’t be humping random objects now, it’ll be doing that with my ass, or fucking my ass with a plug. The humiliation of that alone is enough to make a jolt go through my cunt. Which is just unhelpful, really, at this point.

Sir motions for me to stand back up and he takes a moment to run his hands over my ass.

“Such a good anal only butt slut for me,” he says with a pat on my ass, “this is going to be very enjoyable. I think we’ll use the anal beads tomorrow. It’ll be fun to pull them out and push them in all day.” With a final pat on my ass he walks off, leaving me with my thoughts and my soaked cunt. I have a plug in my ass and I know that’s only the beginning. Anal beads always leave me dripping and he knows that. This is going to be a vicious cycle, something in my ass, my cunt getting wet, not being able to relieve that neediness, and making me even more wet, until the next thing in my ass and it’ll start all over. But I want to try. I want to do well with this. I want to please him with this. I want him to use my ass however he’d like. To torment my cunt with denial. Knowing I’m denying my cunt for him. Knowing I can still please him with my ass, even if that is humiliating.

[hornycuntboyftm]

uhmmm fuck yes

[makemymindblank]

any guy who fucks an ftm girl shouldn't let her come until she starts being a good girl again and stops pretending to be a boy

[goodgirls-dont-cum]

After months of denial your cunt is too sensitive to fuck or even touch. Daddy wouldn't want you to steal an orgasm while I'm playing with you.

Starting now, your ass is your main fuckhole. Your cunt is nothing more than a lube dispenser. I promise to keep your cunt empty and your ass full. I promise to punish your clit for my entertainment while I fuck you. I promise to beat your cunt with my belt when you forget your place.

Doesn't that sound dreamy? Say please and it's all yours.

[hornycuntboyftm]

please🥹🥹

[ada-adarkangel]

[voxhypno]

Reader, focus on me for a while. Anyone reading this who considers themselves a hypnoslut or hypno sub, you can go ahead and give me your undivided attention for a few moments.

I've been taking a look at you, the way you behave, the way you think, and I have to say, I just feel like you could be dumber. Could be sluttier. If you're just a hypnotized plaything, if your mind is really that empty, what's stopping you from acting like it?

Which is why, right now, wherever and whenever you finish reading this post, I'd like you to give me your best mindless ahegao face. I find that this is a good method of showing the world what you are. Not only does it look slutty and dumb, but as you do it, you can't help but feel slutty and dumb as well. Rolling your eyes back, sticking out your tongue, it's a billboard to the world that there's not much going on upstairs.

You don't have to think about it, I know how much you hate that. Everything's made nice and easy for you. Would you rather think or obey? Make decisions, or be decided for?

You already know the answer, don't you, pet?

Now. The second your eyes reach the end of this sentence, that silly slutty ahegao face is going to be pulled right out of you, without any need for your own input, and we'll see how hypno-brained you feel afterwards.