public glory hole punishment. naughty boy is gagged and chained, his pussy available to the public through the hole. he’s speared and fucked by everyone until his pussy is a swollen, gaping, dripping mess. even after he stops squirting and coming, they fuck his cunnie like a fleshlight, for the public’s pleasure. this goes on for a couple weeks until he’s been properly punished, understanding his pussy is the most important part of him, and that it belongs to everyone else and not him. eventually they start punishing him every time he comes too, training him with small shocks. he stops coming and is only allowed release by squirting once a week. he’s just a soft hot cocksleeve for the public now, to be fucked and filled, a tight little glory hole. he’s allowed no pleasure except being stretched and fucked wide open. he’s a sight to see in the center of town.
i love the way a trans’s boy’s cunt swells when he’s hard, how his t-dick peeks out from under his hood, pink and slick. i love pressing my thumb against it and feeling him buck into my hand, desperate for more friction. i love the way his hole clenches around nothing when i pull out, how he begs me to fill him back up.
i love licking a trans’s boy’s cunt until he’s shaking, how his thighs tighten around my head, his fingers twisted in my hair. i love the taste of him, salty and sweet, the way his slick coats my lips. i love how he moans when i suck his t-dick into my mouth, his whole body arching off the bed.
i love the sound of a trans’s boy’s cunt, all wet and obscene when i fuck him with my fingers. i love the way his hole grips me, the little 'squelch' of my palm hitting his thighs. i love hearing him whimper with every thrust, how his breath catches when i curl my fingers just right.
i love the mess of a trans’s boy’s after i’m done with him, his cunt red and swollen, his thighs sticky, his hole gaping and empty. i love the way he looks at me, half-lidded and fucked out, silently asking for more. i love pulling him close and feeling his pulse race against my chest.
i wanna be a public free use slut . i wanna be tied up where i couldnt close my legs if i used all the strength in my body. my wet, sensitive little boypussy completely exposed whether i feel like it or not. the line of people that gather so fast waiting eagerly and impatiently to explore, use, and breed my cunt. stuff me full of tongues, fingers, objects, toys, and especially cocks. use my hole to milk your balls dry, then hang back and watch as everyone after you does the same. get me so full of cum that my belly genuinely starts to swell because if it. my pussy used to satisfy anyone and everyone who wants it. use me to your hearts content, not mine. im just there to be the towns cumdump.
Think about being the chosen oracle of a bizarre sex cult.
Forcibly edged daily in an esoteric ritual and kept denied as an altered state of mind to council the cult.
Your holy attire is extremely revealing and humiliating, very small and tight, accentuating your soft fat pussy and fat ass.
All the members of the cult receive their reading from fucking you relentlessly, interpreting your moans, whines, pleads, and whatever you might say in your empty headed, orgasm-denied state.
Sacred meals are arranged on your nude flesh for the entire congregation to partake in, lapping it up from you directly or groping it from the jiggly soft table that is your bound body.
Sexual humiliation and bondage are regular parts of the daily religious mass, the lead spiritual leaders using you and your sexual distress as a vessel for the message of their god.
No matter what you say or do, the cult will never let you leave or step away from your role as the oracle, your dehumanization is too integral to their entire concept of faith.
Note: The clit box/pussy portal concept is one I’ve seen floating around the internet since forever and I think it’s sooooo hot so here’s my take on it teehee
He’d finally done it.
His fingers trailed over the box's cool, seamless edges. A marvel of engineering, deceptively simple in its sleek titanium casing. No one would guess what lived inside. Who lived inside.
Because there, nestled in precision, pulsed a perfect replica of her pussy. Every fold, every nerve ending, every flush of blood beneath soft skin, atomically identical. Synapses wired directly to hers. A closed loop: every stroke, every touch, every cruel pinch he inflicted here would ripple through her body, her real body, with merciless accuracy.
And the inverse? Even sweeter. Every desperate clench of her cunt as she helplessly responded to his touch would answer here, in his hands, twitching like the pathetic, obedient thing it now was.
No consent. No escape. Just ownership, distilled into a box small enough to fit in his palm.
His thumb brushed the damp seam of the replica’s slit, so warm, so alive, and miles away, her breath hitched.
A grin split his face.
Time to play.
—
She’s getting ready for bed. Wearing just a big t-shirt and panties, freshly showered and sleepy. He knows because he installed cameras and microphones all throughout her apartment months ago. There isn’t a single thing she can do without him knowing.
He sits in front of his computer, multiple camera angles feeding him live video and audio. He opens the box with careful hands, her pretty pussy nestled within the lining. So cute, untouched, unsuspecting.
His fingers trail idly along the smooth, pliant flesh, and he watches as she flinches, eyes wide, glancing down at herself. He smiles.
And so it begins.
He doesn’t waste any time, his fingers moving to spread her pussy lips before he leans down and pulls her clit into his mouth, tongue moving in quick movements as he alternates between sucking and licking. He watches the way her body shuts down, shock and pleasure flooding her system as she collapses onto her bed.
He doesn’t care to give her any time to recover. Instead, he pulls his mouth away to replace his tongue with his fingers, rubbing her spit-slicked skin in tight, cruel circles, taking in the way her breath comes in fast gasps as she tries to press her legs together, confusion, fear, panic written all over her face.
It doesn’t take long before her clit is a trembling, hypersensitive nub between his fingers, swollen and darkened from relentless attention. He runs the pad of his thumb over it in slow, agonizing circles, feeling the way it pulses under his touch, tiny convulsions of pleading nerves that only make him smirk. On the screen, her legs jerk, her hips rising off the bed as her body betrays her, craving more even as her mind doesn’t undestand.
She’s a puppet, and he controls every string. He squeezes the delicate bud between his fingertips, rolling it like a toy, listening to the wet, obscene slickness of her cunt in the box mirroring the mess between her thighs on-screen. He can see the wet patch on her panties, the outline of her pretty pussy clear behind the soaked fabric.
Her clit pulses under his fingers, a trembling, engorged little nub, dark as a bruise, so swollen now that it protrudes obscenely from her slick, puffy folds. He squeezes it, watching the thin skin stretch taut, watching it throb in frantic protest.
He traces the swollen bud with his fingertip, circling slow, barely a touch, just to watch it suffer. It’s obscene how responsive she is, the little nub twitching under his attention, glistening with slick. He presses down harder, rubbing in tight little spirals, the flesh trembling beneath his fingers like a caged animal.
He lets his fingers drag lower, spreading the plush folds wide, so wet, dripping for him, even as her fists clench in the sheets. His other hand strokes her clit lazily, coaxing her higher, watching the way her hips twitch with every circling press.
He scrapes a fingernail slowly along the underside of her clit, savoring the way it quivers. Her folds flutter, her hole clenching around nothing, as if begging for something to fill her.
He indulges her, thrusting two fingers deep into the slick imitation of her pussy, relishing how the tight walls convulse.
He leans in, pressing his tongue flat against the throbbing nub in his hands, lapping at it with slow, wet drags. The way it jerks under the heat of his mouth, god, it’s beautiful. On-screen, her back arches. A broken moan tangles in her throat.
His fingers move, fucking her in deep, lazy pumps, her inner walls clenching around nothing, trying to hold onto something, anything, to anchor against the pleasure.
She rocks into it, chasing his invisible touch, teetering over the edge.
So he pulls away.
Her entire body jerks in protest because she doesn’t get to cum yet.
His fingertips trace the very edges of her clit, never touching where she needs it most, just ghosting over the hypersensitive nerves until her entire body writhes. She claws at the sheets, her thighs twitching open despite herself, her pussy clenching around nothing, her clit begging for friction.
Then, finally, he gives in, but not the way she wants. He presses the flat of his thumb down on the engorged nub, grinding in slow, mind-numbing circles, watching on the screen as her back arches wildly.
He increases the pressure just a fraction, just enough to keep her teetering. Her cunt is dripping, her clit a dark, throbbing bead under his control, her body no longer hers, just a thing, just a wet little hole responding on command.
When her thighs start to shake, when her voice breaks into a sob, he stops, watching the hope fade from her eyes.
He pulls out a fine-tipped vibrator, pressing it directly against the bundle of nerves, dialing it just under the threshold of orgasm.
A keening noise claws up her throat as the pleasure builds and builds, never cresting, never breaking, just holding her there on the edge, her cunt clenching around nothing, desperate for the release she won’t get.
He watches her writhe, soaked in sweat and shame, her body no longer her own.
And through it all, her clit pulses in his grasp, a tiny, twitching heart of suffering and ecstasy.
He can see her chest heaving from her panting breaths, so close to what she wants. And so he stops, pulling the vibrator off, watching her helpless pussy twitch and ache.
She lets out a wail, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes as desperation gnaws a deep ache inside of her.
He watches the screen, half-amused, half-annoyed, as her fingers hesitantly drift between her thighs. She wants to cum and she thinks she can do it herself.
A mistake.
The moment her fingertips brush her swollen clit, his grip tightens on the replica in his hands, his thumb pressing down just enough to make her freeze.
No, no, sweet thing. That’s against the rules.
He gives her clit a harsh flick and watches as a scream rips out of her throat. But that isn’t enough to deter her, because moments after, her fingers are back on her clit, rubbing like a filthy, disobedient whore.
He sucks in an annoyed breath and picks up a thin electric rod. Without hesitating, he presses the tip against her clit and shocks her, the zapping sound ripping through the air.
A sharp, stinging jolt shoots through the tiny bundle of nerves in his palm, and oh, the way it jerks. The way she jerks, a strangled cry tearing from her lips as she yanks her hand away, thighs slamming together as if she can protect herself.
But protection isn’t an option anymore. Not from him.
He lets her pant, lets her shake, lets her think it might be over.
And then, with slow, deliberate cruelty, he pinches the clit between two fingers, holding it still before driving the electric rod against it, letting it fire off several zaps in quick succession.
She screams. The clit in his box convulses, the trapped flesh trembling violently.
He smiles.
“You’ll learn,” he murmurs, flicking the little nub again, hard. She yelps, back arching off the bed.
Her fingers stay far away now, knuckles white as she grips the sheets instead, her body trembling under his unseen control.
Good.
He drags his thumb over the sopping slit in the box, gathering slick before lazily circling the clit again, just enough to tease. Just enough to make her squirm on screen.
She bites her lip, thighs pressing together in futile resistance.
He reaches for the tiny silver clamp and arranged it around her flesh, watching it bite down on her swollen clit, the sensitive tissue protesting with every pulse. Tears well up in her eyes on the screen. She shakes her head, whispering no, no, no, but there is no mercy for her.
He twists the clamp tighter around her tortured clit, delighting as the swollen flesh bulges around the metal teeth, darkening to a lurid purple. Her whole pussy quivers in response, her hole weeping, her inner muscles spasming in confused, helpless pleasure.
He grabs the vibrator again, the toy humming to life against the clamped bud, the frequency so precise it makes her flesh flutter, muscles contracting helplessly. Her back arches off the bed, a broken noise wrenching from her throat as pleasure spikes, sharp, unbearable, inescapable. Her fingers scrabble at the sheets, hips bucking in stuttering little jerks as the toy torments the hypersensitive nerve cluster.
Drool slicks her lower lip as she pants, eyes unfocused. He watches with satisfaction as her cunt pulses around nothing, slickness dripping from her in obscene rivulets. The vibrator buzzes harder, and a broken sob tears from her, sounds of desperation spilling out of her mouth.
He adjusts the clamp a fraction tighter, then twists it just to hear her scream. The vibrator rolls slow, merciless circles, pinning her clit ruthlessly. Every nerve in her body is lit up, pleasure crackling through her in waves that crest but never break. She is no longer a woman, just a thing shaking apart between his fingers, reduced to quivering flesh and involuntary spasms.
Every pulse of the vibrator sends shockwaves through her, stomach clenching, toes curling, breath coming in jagged little gasps. But he keeps it steady, never increasing the intensity, never allowing her the relief of building toward release.
Just edging. Just an endless, torturous plateau, where she can feel the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter inside her but never tipping over.
"P-Please—" she whimpers, her voice thin and broken, nails digging into her own thighs as if that could ground her.
He tsks, amused. As if she has any right to beg.
With deliberate cruelty, he turns the vibrator up, just one notch.
The effect is immediate. Her stomach muscles quiver violently, her legs splaying wider in helpless invitation, her mouth dropping open in a soundless scream. The clamp keeps her clit swollen and aching, the vibrator sending sharp, concentrated pulses straight into the overstimulated nerve bundle.
And still, she doesn’t cum.
Because he won’t let her.
Not until he decides she’s suffered enough.
—
The moment finally comes, her body, strained to its absolute limit, teetering on the razor’s edge of orgasm. He can feel it in the way her clit pulses in the box, a desperate, throbbing little heartbeat between his fingers. He has denied her all night, teased her, shocked her, clamped her, ruined her, but now, at last, he will let her break.
He pulls the clamp off cruelly, watching her clit swell as blood comes rushing back, flooding her already raw nerves with new torment. Her clit trembles, swollen so fat it sticks out from between her lips, begging for mercy. He doesn’t give her a chance to recover before he presses the vibrating toy directly onto her swollen clit, cranked to the highest setting.
On screen, her entire body snaps taut, a silent scream stretching her lips wide.
"That’s it," he murmurs, watching her cunt flutter around nothing, soaking the sheets beneath her. "Cum for me."
And she does.
Hard.
Her back arches violently, her thighs locking around the empty air as her orgasm rips through her. The clit in his hands convulses, pussy spilling slick in thick pulses under his touch. He grins, keeping the vibrator pressed firm, not letting up, determined to wring every last ounce of pleasure from her until it hurts.
She thrashes, her moans turning hoarse, painfully overstimulated, but he doesn’t stop.
He laughs, low and dark.
"You think you're done?" His fingers dig into her folds, spreading them open, exposing her glistening, twitching hole to the unrelenting buzz of the vibrator. "I’m just getting started."
Another orgasm wrenches out of her, messy and uncontrollable, her cunt contracting in helpless spasms as tears streak down her face.
Her legs jerk on the screen, thighs slick with sweat and arousal, heels digging into the mattress as if she could escape the pleasure eating her alive. But she can't. Every pulse of the toy sends electric jolts straight through her clit, her pussy fluttering around empty air, dripping onto the sheets beneath her.
He smirks, circling the vibrating tip harder against the swollen bud, watching the way her stomach muscles clench, another orgasm building whether she wants it or not.
Then, with deliberate cruelty, he pulls out a vibrating dildo and presses it straight into the tight, dripping hole in the box.
Her scream splits the air, her spine bowing off the bed, fingers clawing at nothing as the thick intrusion fills her in the exact spot designed to destroy her. The moment he turns it on, her entire body bucks like a live wire, the deep, rumbling vibrations rocking through her core, pressing mercilessly against the swollen inner wall of her cunt.
The clit vibrator doesn’t stop, buzzing against her abused nub while the deeper toy punishes her g-spot, sending shocks of sensation radiating through her lower belly.
She wails, thighs slamming together in a desperate, futile attempt to stop the pleasure, but it’s impossible, her hips twitch in tiny, involuntary thrusts, her cunt clamping down around the thick vibrator like it’s trying to milk it.
Her clit jumps under the relentless onslaught, pulsing in time with the brutal vibrations, the dark, swollen flesh quivering violently under his treatment. The dildo shifts inside her, the angle just right to send another bone-deep spasm tearing through her, her back arching so sharply it looks like she’ll snap.
He grinds the vibrator deeper, angling it so the thick, ribbed tip digs ruthlessly into the spongy spot inside her, the pressure unbearable. Every thrum of the toy sends gushes of slick spilling from her hole, her pussy clenching in erratic, overstimulated spasms, not an orgasm, not anymore, just her body breaking from the relentless pleasure.
Her clit is engorged, purpling from the abuse, twitching against the buzzing toy like a dying thing, her entire pussy quivering in time with it.
And still, he doesn’t stop.
He increases the speed, the dildo drilling into her sensitive walls, the clit toy vibrating so fast it blurs, her entire body convulsing like a puppet yanked on its strings.
Another scream rips out of her, her hips jacking up off the bed, her cunt flooding the sheets as the forced pleasure tears another orgasm out of her, violent and uncontrollable. Her muscles lock, her fists slamming into the mattress as she cums, hard, messy, shameless, her hole pulsing around the vibrator, her clit throbbing in his grip like a second heartbeat.
But it’s not a release.
It’s torture.
Her eyes roll back, her moans turning to sobs as her body betrays her, cumming again, and again, her overstimulated nerves alight with agony and ecstasy.
She is nothing now.
Just a wet, trembling hole, a toy, a broken thing locked inside a box, bleeding pleasure at his command.
And he laughs, pressing down harder, watching her break.
I know I've hit that perfect point in denial / edging when I start touching and I'm immediately super sensitive. When it actually feels better to do light circles on the tip. What would usually not do much for me is suddenly driving me crazy because I'm just so desperate to be touched at all
trans man sub with a nice little dick. getting him tied down, legs spread wide to really show off. he can't move, can't do anything, so he just has to watch, whining and begging while we edge his cock because please, he needs to cum, he's so close, please. watching as we roll his foreskin back and hold it there, exposing his sensitive little cockhead. teasing it with just a fingertip, too little and too much on something so sensitive. he needs more. bringing out an electric toothbrush and watching his eyes go wide as we press it on directly to his exposed cockhead. it's so much it hurts, his little cock unused to such direct and constant attention; he can writhe all he wants but he can't escape it, but he wanted to cum, didn't he? if he needs it so bad, he can cum from having his cockhead polished
To be forced to keep my legs open as they toy with my clit, squirming and whimpering because I’m so sensitive only for them to slap my cunt and tell me to hold still. Maybe I’ll have my legs restrained next so I literally can’t stop what they are doing, either they force a dildo deep inside me, or just continue to circle my clit slowly edging me for what feels like an eternity. Maybe they do both, and I’m left stuffed with a toy while they have fun with my swollen clit until my brain melts.
Tickling and edging a cute swollen tdick with just gentle makeup brushes. Making sure to jerk you off first, lube that little cock up until it's nice and hard and then leaving you on the edge before I really start <3
How long could you last, legs forced open and bound? No room to squirm or protect yourself. Completely exposed to me. How long until you're soaked, dripping on display for me, thrashing in your bonds? Until you're begging me to "please stop" tickling your dick, "please" let you come?
But I hope you realize the tickling doesn't end just because you got to orgasm. No no, that's when the real fun begins.
God,,,, being held in front of the mirror with your legs held open while they hold a vibrator to your clit, their other hand holding your face so you have to watch yourself get wetter, your pussy fluttering, begging to be filled but they don’t, they just keep the vibe at your clit making you squirm and whimper and you cum but they don’t let up, keeping you there until your sobbing bc it’s too much
genital tickling used in interrogation play. tying you up comfortably, asking you a question you know the answer to. when you refuse to answer because it's embarrassing or just to play along, i set a random timer between five minutes to one hour, not letting you see how long you'll be tickle tortured for.
the feather passes over your sensitive skin, your body trembling as i watch you get more and more aroused. i have unlimited tools, able to use a pump to get you swollen up. only to tickle thay sensitive areas until you're laughinf and moaning at the same time. you tell me you'll tell the truth after you get desperate to cum. i tell you you'll get another chance when the timer goes off.
it feels like it'll never end. just my tools. makeup brush of the vibrating and stationary kinds, many different types of feathers, paintbrushes, plenty of lube to keep the sensation strong. when you're close enough, i edge you with a vibe, let you come down, and then tickle you again. it only makes you more sensitive. pure sensation. endless.
once the timer goes, i say, "wow, you got this worked up only after 10 minutes. are you willing to tell the truth now?"
when you try to insist to tell the truth, i tell you i believe you will.
and i ask you a question you can't possibly know the answer to, but tell you, "i already know the answer, so don't lie to me~"
when you "don't" tell me the truth, i set the timer again, "you must really like this if you would lie to me again ... you love being tickled so much."
the timer, though you can't see it, reads 40 minutes and begins to tick down. endless light brushes against that one area, edging every few minutes. you can only hope you can tell the truth with the next question.
You can't ignore that heat between your legs - you have to touch. You have to pump and rub yourself stupid until there's no more thought, just the fuzzy feeling in your head. You weren't meant for thinking, weren't meant for doing. You're just an addicted little whore for daddy
Put on this special collar that lets me block your climax with the push of a button. It's okay, I can take it off at any point. Isn't it fun to chase and chase and chase that finish just for me to press the remote and block it right before the peak? And with these controls, I can ruin it so it fizzles achingly into nothing, or I can stall out the edge into a long plateau, or I can just turn it into a brutal edge so you can try again once you catch your breath! Isn't this great? Aren't you having such a good time? I know I am. Maybe you should try again, I might let you finish. I wonder what happens if I block it once you've already started cumming? Doesn't that sound fun?
What was that? You can't remove it? You want me to take it off you? Well, I said I could remove it, but I didn't say I would. Let's just play a little longer, I promise you'll learn to love it! Why don't I plan on removing it tomorrow? Let's talk about it then, okay? Just go on and try again for me. Watching you get close over and over is really getting me off and I want to cum again.
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