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intro:
hiya! im e, im a 22yo ftm bi owned cuntboy. into humiliation, degradation, choking, spanking, forced orgasms, cnc, medfet, tickling, royaltycore, praise, worship, tentacles, monsters/demons, throatfucking, and lots more.
shit i don't like: misgendering, ik i used to post about it but i dont particularly vibe with it anymore. yall with the kink can still follow though
if you are under 18 or think my kinks invalidate me as a transman irl, fuck off.
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Warning before you read: this is fully a r-pe fantasy. There is no real negotiation, and there is no aftercare written in. It is 100% fantasy and should never be interpreted as anything else. Content warnings for noncon/dubcon, humiliation/shame, victim blaming (mainly self-inflicted), praise from the r-pist, and some intense use of the word "whore" (although not in reference to sex workers). Take care of yourself first and consider your limits before reading.
I want to live in a high rise apartment. The type where I can look out over the whole city, with big windows, but high enough up that no one can see in. I'd never want to wear clothes, just chill out on the couch on my day off, scrolling tumblr with the sunlight on my skin. Getting lost in fantasies, beginning to rub my clit, eyes closed and legs open. Suddenly hearing a squeak on the window - my eyes shoot open and I see a man cleaning the windows. Even as I scramble to cover myself his eyes are already glued to my exposed body and I know it's too late. I freeze for a second as my thoughts catch up, and I notice he's already rubbing his bulge right there. He grins, taps his watch at me and stows away his cleaner, then hangs out right on my window, continuing to lazily rub over his clothes while watching me.
I'm blushing dark but I'm still turned on, and I have no way to cover myself to leave without showing him my whole body again anyway. Eyes locked on him, I slowly part my legs and move my hand down again. When I touch my pussy I'm surprised to find it wetter than before. It feels so good to keep going, running my hands over my body for him, biting my lip and matching my movements to his. When I'm close I start to circle my hips, making a show of grinding against my hand and cumming while keeping my eyes on him. As I'm coming down from the high he takes his hand away, starts to just ignore me and clean the windows again. He moves away with no more interest and I'm left, still exposed, feeling shame take over. When I can no longer see him, I leave in humiliation to curl up in my bed instead and wonder why I had to be such a slut for a stranger.
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Eventually I shake off most of the mood and start to go about my evening. I order delivery since I don't want to risk running into him outside if I actually went to get it. I throw on some sweatpants, grab a book and try to forget the day. When I hear the delivery at the door, I take a second to throw on a shirt too, I've had enough exposure for awhile.
But opening the door, I don't see any food with the man standing there. My heart starts to pound as he steps forward into my apartment, and I recognize the window cleaner as he pins me to the wall by my throat, letting the door shut behind him as he presses into me. His other hand shoves down the front of my pants and I feel his rough fingers already groping at my now-bare pussy before I can even grab his wrist. He leans in close, bending down to mouth at my neck, and he gives a low laugh when he and I both feel how wet I instantly am again. The only thing I know at this second is how fucking good each part of my body feels, all except my mind. His fingers start to violate me as he whispers against my ear, and my head is spinning from the shock of all the different intrusions at once, but I hear him describe how easy it is to count windows and learn the exact apartment he'll find his own personal whore in, and he's thanking me for volunteering.
He pulls his fingers out of my dripping pussy and I can't help but moan, making him scoff as he drops my pants around my ankles, then kicks them away from me. He grabs my legs and spreads them around his hips, then carries me easily to the couch I had already fucked myself on for his pleasure earlier. All I can do is hold on. I can feel his hard cock behind rough denim as my clit presses against it with each step. He dumps me onto the couch without warning and takes a second to look. I should run, but I don't, as I get more and more turned on against all sense. "God, you're a whore," he mutters, and I feel another shiver of shame in the back of my mind that it might be true, but I'm too distracted by the way he's looking at my pussy after he so easily forced his way into my apartment. He then lays on top of me, my legs still spread for him, and he groans as he pins me down with just his body weight. He tears my shirt carelessly and I gasp as I'm fully exposed to him again. His hands run over every inch of my body, neck, chest, sides, ass, down to my legs around his waist and back up again, leaving no part of me to remain my own, then stopping abruptly to force two fingers into my pussy. He pulls them out as roughly as he shoved them in and while I'm still gasping he puts them in my mouth instead. He commands me to suck and I do right away, wondering why I'm complying like this, running my tongue over the pads of his fingers, soaked in my own arousal. His other hand is moving between my legs and I hear him unzip. His cock nudges my clit and my hips buck at the jolt of pleasure.
He pulls his wet hand out of my mouth, grabs my hair and demands, "What's your name?" I open my mouth to answer and he slaps my face before I can make a sound. "Wrong," he says. "What's your name?" I stare at him, and he leans in and whispers to me, "your name is whore." He grins as my face crumples in shame when I'm pulled back to full awareness of what I'm letting happen, then he shakes my head by my hair and asks again. "What's your name?"
"Whore," I whisper, tearing up and trying not to look at him. He reaches down and slaps my exposed clit, ridiculing me when I moan.
"Say it louder. What's your name?"
"Whore," I groan, and he rubs my clit in praise.
"And whose whore are you?"
"Yours-" I trail off into moans as he presses harder on my clit. He whispers a "good" at me and I love and hate the satisfaction that runs through me at answering right. I start to grind down harder on his hand, rational mind giving in to lust again, and he moves his hand away.
"What are you?"
"I'm your whore!" I can't stop my answer or the moan with it. He brings his hand back between my legs to finger me harder, hitting my perfect spot, and my back arches in pleasure. His other hand grabs my hair again and brings my face to his.
"Beg me to fuck you, little whore."
My mind is gone. My shame is running through me, so mixed with my lust that I can't tell them apart anymore. He spanks my pussy again, harder.
"Beg me to fuck you," he repeats, and I feel my last chance to claim I don't want this shatter. I'm a whore. My name is whore, my purpose is whore, my body and mind are whore.
"Please fuck me, please, fuck this whore-" in a split second his cock has pushed fully inside my slutty wet pussy, my body able to give him no more resistance. I'm babbling mindlessly beneath him, "please, please, pleasepleasepleaseplease-" He's biting marks into my neck as he pounds into me, over and over. Everyone I see will know I got fucked like this, I realize absently, they'll think I loved it, they'll -
I start to cum. They'll be right. I feel him realize I'm cumming and wrap his hand around my throat, pounding me harder as my vision goes white, and I'm giving in to my orgasm while he fucks me like I begged him to. As I come back down he's still going, and it starts to hurt as he keeps pounding into me, my pussy struggling to still take it, and all I can do is lay there, spread out and moving with him in a perverse missionary, getting everything my pussy deserves. He sees the pain on my face, rolls his eyes and drags my own hand down to my clit. I begin to rub again. Because I'm a whore. As I start to feel good again, rubbing harder and knowing not to stop, he pulls out, shoots a pulse of cum onto my face, and then pushes back inside me to fill me with the rest. I'm still rubbing my clit. He pats my face and tells me, "good job," and I let myself feel praised. I keep rubbing. He stands up, zips up his jeans, and takes one deep satisfied breath before walking away. No more words wasted on the whore. I hear my door open. I keep rubbing. I hear it close. I keep rubbing, desperate for one more release, and still wanting to be good for him. I cum again, with his cum inside me. I'm a whore. Exhausted, I fall asleep where I lie, exposed on the couch, perfectly on display like I need it to happen again tomorrow.
it turns me on so bad when a boy whines about how empty their holes are, when he looks up at me and tells me how he needs my cock, needs to have his cunt stuffed with cum, seeing them spread their legs painfully wide while they beg, please sir im so empty, please my boycunt needs your cum, i need to be bred full sir please, laughing and teasing his cunt, rubbing it but leaving his poor hole clenching on nothing, the way my boy immediately breaks and tells me their cunt is mine to use and fill, that his little tcock is throbbing, that his pussy is so wet and my cock would feel so good, fuck that just makes me need to pound into them, feel their cunt stretching, pump obscene amounts of cum into them and watch it leak out, i just go feral from it honestly
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giving him a pussyjob that inevitably ends with him putting it in no matter how hard you try and be tough abt it :/
his tip nudging your clit, bullying it. "fuck. i can't- i gotta put it in"
your whimper as your hips stutter, "n-nooo"
the plush head sliding through your folds, once, twice, gliding through your slick until it just barely catches on your little hole, nudging in just the barest inch "baby, baby its going in. i can't stop. m'sorry. oh god your pussy- "
your thighs jerking as first swollen inch pops in, "oh, oh- we can't-"
"we can" he interrupts, panting, breathless, his eyes rolling back into his skull as your warm sticky walls suck him in. "we are"
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You arrive at a hookup's house only to discover he has friends over. You're obviously uncomfortable, he never mentioned them, but he welcomes you in like it's nothing and tells you to sit on his lap while they chat and laugh about things you're uninterested in. They're all older guys and they seem to be ignoring you until the man behind you starts getting handsy.
At first he's just rubbing your thighs, sipping his beer. His hand travels to the hem of your binder, running his fingers along it over your shirt. He still doesn't acknowledge you when he slips his hand under your shirt, pushing your binder up and fondling your breasts, making you whimper and try to hide from his friends.
They still ignore you but you're not paying attention to what they're saying anyway, focused on the man undoing your belt and rubbing your clit through your underwear. He plays with you for a while until you're hunched over, both hands on you while you're despeeately trying to hide how much it's affecting you.
He finally moves the hand playing with your clit beneath your underwear and you hear one of his friends tell him to get rid of your pants. You look up to find them all staring at you and you can't help the wave of arousal that comes as your lower half is stripped and exposed.
You let yourself be manhandled, your legs spread to show off your soaked boycunt. The man goes back to playing with you, sinking two fingers in your hole and cooing praise in your ear.
They're laughing, talking amongst themselves about your body. Someone says he'd like to see your pussy shaved bare, another says he wants to see your tits so he gets up and takes off your shirt. The one fingering you speeds up, angling his fingers deeper and they laugh when you let your head fall back and moan.
You close your eyes and try to ignore them. You squirm when you feel a wet mouth on your neck, sucking a hickey into it. Seconds later there's a mouth on your nipple and a hand fondling your other breast, sending sparks of sensitivity through your body.
Another of the group gets bold and you feel a mouth on your clit, tongue flicking over the sensitive area. The man behind you removes his fingers and makes you clean them, opening up room for the man between your legs to explore your folds with his mouth and sink his tongue into you. He fucks your hole with his surprisingly large tongue, rubbing your clit with increasing intensity. The man sucking your tits gives them a few slaps and you tip over the edge, moaning around fingers as your cunt clenches on the intruding tongue.
You think they'd get the hint and ease up but they don't stop pleasuring you. You try to complain but the only sounds they let you make are muffled moans. The man giving attention to your tits uses one hand to expose his cock, the hard member flopping onto your face. He rubs the head on your cheek before the fingers in your mouth are replaced with his balls. He tells you to be a good boy and suck on them and you obey, running your tongue over them as he moans and jerks off above you.
You can't see whose fingers are back in your cunt but there's at least three, maybe four hammering your insides at an unrelenting pace. You think they're going to give your clit a break but there's another mouth on it, sucking and licking and latching on even when you scream and cum again.
You hear two of the men's moaning pick up and shortly after you feel their cum landing on you, one deciding to cum on your clit and the other on your chest. While your hole is unoccupied you're lifted and lined up with the cock of the man beneath you. He tells you to relax as his member sinks into you, stretching your cunt wide with a twinge of pain from his girth.
You're balls deep on his cock and remain that way, cockwarming your hookup while his friends use your body to get off. One of them stands over the two of you, pushing your tits together to fuck until he cums on your face. The man who told you to suck on his balls seems in no rush to cum, continuing to use your mouth while he slowly pumps his cock. Another uses your clit to get off, frotting his dick against yours until he angles his dick right in your cunt, nearly close to pushing in as he cums on your hole and the dick stretching it out.
You don't get a rest from the pleasure until they've all covered you in cum, orgasming multiple times around the cock inside you. You're exhausted when you're finally picked up by the man beneath you, your limp body set on the table. He doesn't even last a full minute fucking you before he's thrusted as deep as he can and cumming in your womb.
The men who stuck around til the end crowd around you, snapping pictures of your spent, cum-covered body. They spread your pussy and watch the cum drip out, laughing at how much of a whore you turned out to be. Your hookup gives you a half-hearted apology but he gets the feeling you'll be back again.
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hypnotising a prince to feel aroused and dumb every time he hears the words ‘your majesty’, ‘your grace’, or ‘your highness’
setting the trigger into effect at a ball, where all of his court and subjects have to greet him with his title. he sits on his throne in beautiful lavish attire, regal and generously welcoming all his guests to the event. but his loyal knight can see the sweat on his brow, the way he’s panting and biting his lip, and how fidgety he is, pressing his legs together with every moment he isn’t greeting a court member
“are you doing alright, your majesty?” the knight asks.
the prince almost bucks in his seat and makes a tiny whimper. “i… yes. i’m perfectly fine. thank you for the concern, sir.”
the formalities keep going, and the prince finds it harder and harder to focus, his head swimming and warm. he keeps his script going, welcoming every guest into the palace and inviting them to partake in the festivities, but he’s squirming in his seat when he thinks no one will notice, and his eyes keep flicking to all of his male guest’s cocks…
the final guest, a king from an allied kingdom. he is broad and handsome, and finely dressed. ‘your majesty.’ he smiles with all the charm in the world.
the prince moans, and the ballroom goes silent. he claps his hand over his face, bright red, all decorum vanished. he lets out a polite cough, before returning to his script and inviting the king to the festivities. with a curious look, the king nods and moves to the dancefloor. the guests go back to their conversation, gossiping about the king’s rumoured… size.
with formalities done, the prince quickly scrambles to an adjacent room, trying to calm himself. he stares into a mirror and sees he is flushed, pupils blown, lips swollen, and hair mussed. he smoothes it out and tries to ignore his sensitive chest and growing wetness between his legs, taking a deep breath before holding his head high and joining into the festivities.
the neighbouring king is in the centre of the palace dancefloor, politely chatting to some court members, but he looks over to the prince with a smile as he walks over. ‘your majesty.’
the prince squeaks as heat pulses between his legs and his head swims, but he hides it with a cough. he gives a quick bow, not thinking about how much he wants to be bent over… ‘your highness. i wanted to ask your forgiveness for my lack of decorum upon your arrival. i hope i have not offended you.’
the king’s smile broadens, and the prince melts. ‘not at all, your highness. i found it rather… endearing.’ he swears he sees his eyes flick downwards.
‘right.’ the prince says. he feels dazed, and he can’t pull his eyes from the king’s lips, framed by a handsome beard. ‘um-’
‘your majesty,’ the king says, seemingly ignoring the gasp from the prince, ‘could i have this dance?’ he holds out a calloused hand, rough from all his many battles, and the prince, buzzing with arousal and confusion, takes his hand and they move to the dancefloor.
‘i must say, your majesty, the tales do not do justice to your handsome visage.’ the king murmurs as they circle each other, a hand raised each to connect their palms.
‘huh?’ the prince says dumbly, the spinning and the heat between his legs, pulsing once again at the sound of his title, turning his thoughts fuzzy and incoherent.
‘here, your highness,’ the king brings the prince to his chest, scandalously close as they continue to turn. ‘i know it’s hard to think, isn’t it, your grace?’
‘mmm… yes…’ the prince mumbles, then sobers for a second and looks up. ‘wait… how did you…?’
the king gives him a devious smile. ‘i see my advisor found you, your highness.’
the prince bites back a soft moan and the king laughs and holds him closer to his chest.
‘that’s right, your majesty. every time you hear your title. prince… highness… majesty…’ every title the king whispers is punctuated by a moan, and he sneaks a hand under the prince’s fineries to tease his chest, drawing out another whine. ‘you get a little bit more aroused between what i’m sure are beautiful legs, and it gets a little harder to think in that pretty head.’
the rest of the dance floor are sneaking glances at them, and the prince straightens to try and keep up appearances, despite practically clinging to the king as he gropes his chest. ‘w-why… i don’t…’
‘i heard all the tales about the beautiful prince in the nearby kingdom, and, well, i suppose i could have met you, courted you, perhaps even offered a marriage proposal… and that might come in good time, your highness.’ he places a kiss on the shuddering prince’s head, stroking his hair. ‘but i thought about such a beautiful, handsome prince, begging for me like a slut, and i couldn’t resist.’
he spins the prince around, laughing as he wobbles on confused and aroused legs. the prince, despite everything, curls back into the king’s broad chest, bucking his hips into him.
‘oh, good boy.’ the king purrs. ‘i bet you’re soaked, aren’t you, highness? hard and desperate between your legs, and completely empty between your ears, aren’t you?’
the prince stares up at the king, crown and wide eyes glittering. he nods and a deep, quiet, drawn out moan escapes his mouth.
‘you want my cock, don’t you?’ the king smiles as the prince nods desperately. ‘i bet i could bend you over right here like a cheap whore and fuck you in front of all your court. the powerful, handsome prince, reduced to a drooling, moaning mess bouncing on my cock. i bet i could get you to beg for that too, to ruin your reputation and have you, the proud prince of your kingdom on his knees, begging to suck a king’s cock. they’d never see you as anything but a cockdrunk whore again.’
the prince whimpers and finds his words, ‘f-fuck… i can’t… but…’ he whines. ‘fuck. fuck i need you to fuck me. i don’t care where you fuck me, i don’t care if anyone sees, i need your cock, please!’
‘so good for me, your majesty.’ the king growls. he turns the prince around and whispers in his ear. ‘take us to a private room, your highness. i’ll save your reputation and fuck you somewhere private, sweetheart.’
concept based on a dream i had last night:
im sitting in a secluded corner of a club and two very hot bearish older men come up to me and ask if they can sit with me. i size them up with confident eyes. they’re both stocky and broad, with thick beards, piercings, and wearing well fitting t shirts that don’t leave much to the imagination.
they laugh as i look at them so hungrily they know i want whatever they want to do with me. i scoot over to let them sit on either side of me. one puts his arm around me and i happily lean into him so i can feel the heat of him radiating right next to me.
the other brushes his leg against mine, gauging my response. i brush his leg with mine back, not so subtly spreading my legs just a little in the process. he extends a hand and slowly starts running it over my bare thigh, complimenting the Very short shorts i’m wearing. he ventures his hand a little higher, under the hem of the fabric and grins as i hold back a gasp and my legs tense under him, trying to stop myself bucking up into his touch. i shift a little in my seat so his hand is further under my shorts, and he smiles and rests it there for the moment.
the guy with his arm around me has been watching everything and exchanges a glance with his partner. “you’re such a pretty thing, aren’t you?” he brushes his thumb against my bottom lip and laughs as he watches me instinctively open my mouth for him. “oh, and very good, too. such pretty lips, and you know exactly what to do with them. i think we’ve found a keeper, haven’t we?”
he’s answered with a soft gruff laugh in the affirmative and a hand tightening around my thigh.
“you know what to do with this, then, prettyboy?” he takes his hand from my lip (and i have to stop myself from desperately following it with my mouth) and gently guides my hand to between his legs. i gasp as i feel him twitch and harden underneath my hand and i smile as i run my fingers along his shaft over his jeans.
“oh, good boy,” his partner says, brushing the hem of my boxers. “you’ve got two hands, though, don’t you? i’m feeling a bit left out.” he leads my other hand to between his own legs, and i blush as we both push under his waistband, and my hand brushes against… a packer. and under that… his cock, hard and straining above his wet cunt. i gasp and feel myself get even wetter just at touching him and at the realisation that’s he’s like me. i slowly circle his cock with a finger and he groans happily.
“that’s right, prettyboy,” he purrs, “you know just what to do with that, don’t you? c’mere, gimme some attention, sweetheart.” he moves my other hand from his partner’s bulge to under his own shirt to run along his scars. i curl into him, one hand between his legs, and one on his chest.
his partner grumbles at my hand being removed from between his legs but takes the opportunity to move in to grab my chest and ass while he kisses my neck and leaves dark purple marks. i whine at the touch and he nips at my ear and his hot breath tickles me as he says “such a handsome man, aren’t you? so talented and pretty. i’d love to see you on all fours for us.”
he hears me moan and laughs.
“you like that idea, huh? i can’t wait to fuck your pretty mouth while my husband fucks your cunt. he’s got quite the collection of cocks, and i have a feeling you like them big.” he grabs between my legs to punctuate his sentence and i moan and nod breathlessly.
“sounds like our new toy wants to get out of here.” his partner says breathlessly, my hand still rubbing his cock.
“and who are we to deny such a pretty thing?” he pats my leg and pulls my hands from his husband’s body, watching enraptured as i greedily suck on my fingers, savouring the taste of cock. “i have a feeling this will be a lovely, long, night.”
