Oh, no no no. You're going to watch as I fuck you. Give me your arms, legs over my shoulders.
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Good boy.
Now I'm going to pull your body closer, use those arms to fold you. There. Look down baby boy. Do you see the way I'm fucking your little boycunt? The way your boypussy swallows down my cock without any issue? Tilt your head down a little more. There we go.. Aww you're getting so flustered! Watching my cock make a bulge in your stomach. Watching it move every time I pull and bottom out. Fuck baby, you feel so good-
I'm gonna make that bulge bigger alright? I'm going to fill your little boycunt with my cum, and you're going to take it like a good boy. You want to be my good boy, don't you? Be Daddy's little fucktoy? My little cum dumpster to use when and where I feel like it?
Nodding your head so shyly like that baby.. I know what gets you off, I know exactly what to say to get this little boycunt of yours to tighten and clench around me. Because you're so honest about what you like baby boy, so willing to tell me and let me use it against you..
Close? Me too baby boy. It's alright. Let me make you cum, cum on Daddy's cock like a good cocksleeve~ Cum for me baby boy.
Ah- Fuck, shit, baby~ Such a good boy for me- I know you're overstimulated now, I know. But with the way you're clamping down on me I'm not gonna last much longer.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck- T-There we go- Take Daddy's cum, take it like a good little fleshlight- H-Hah- G-Good boy. My very good boy~ You did so good baby boy, did so so good for Daddy. Lay back against the bed. Is your back sore? Was I too rough with you? Do you need anything baby?
No? Just cuddles, maybe a nap? That sounds good with me baby boy. We can cuddle and I can let you sleep for a while, but then I need to get you something to eat. Alright? First let me clean you off before you fall asleep, you already look so tired.
Yeah. I love you too baby boy. Now let me take care of you.
This is a MLM/NBLM post and blog. Women, minors, and straight men, please fuck off.
I wanna feel how wet you are for me as i slide my cock inside you, feel how you squeeze me, bite you as i moan because gods you make me feel so good, babyboy
Squeezing your ass while i grind into you, bottomed out in your cunt while you tremble on my cock. Fucking you full of my cum, then making you get on your knees to clean my cock with your mouth
Havinv your pretty lips wrapped around me until i get hard again and cum down your throat, and when you take it so well down your throat, Ill grab your jaw to run my thumb along your pretty wet lips, calling you my good little prince, and tell you what a good job you did
My perfect little cocksleeve
Ill have you ride me again, until you pass out from cumming, but I'll keep using you. I haven't finished quite yet. Ill keep my cock inside you as i pick you up and wrap your legs around me, and carry you to the room
I'll arrange you all gentle like on the bed, till your soft limp body is arranged how i need you: on your stomach, a pillow under your hips with your ass propped up, legs spread so i can see your wet cunt displayed
I'll mount you from behind, and rut into you like a beast in heat, ravaging you until i breed you deep, your pussy taking every inch, every thrust, cumming on my cock even though you passed out long ago
Then when im done with you, I'll keep my cock inside, so none of my cum comes out, and when you wake up, you'll feel me still in you. Or maybe you wake up to me already fucking you again, like a good little fucktoy
I need a man to pull me into his lap and start making out with me. I need his hand to gently cup my head, pulling me closer, his other on my hip. I need his hand near my head to make its way to the base of my neck, and I need him to slide it up so now his hand is gently wrapped around my throat. I want him to brush his thumb over my Adam’s apple that seems to get more prominent every week.
“So handsome…” His words would make me blush, only fueling him to softly chuckle at my reaction, finding it cute. I can feel his dick starting to harden underneath my ass as I sit in his lap, which causes me to blush more, but my own need is starting to show through. I whimper softly as my pussy feels tingly with need.
“Pretty boy, what’s wrong? Use your words, tell me what you need,” he’d whisper in my ear, only further making me more shy.
“I need your cock…” I’d say pathetically quiet. He’d giggle, not to make fun of me, but because it’s so cute that I’m so shy when I’m needy. I just need his cock in my pussy. I just need him to take care of me.
“Where, boy? Where do you need my cock? Say it,” he’d demand softly, gently coaxing me to say what I want, even though he already knows. He can feel my need through my pants as I sit on his lap.
“Inside…” I’d reply, yet again, pathetically. He’d softly chuckle again, right next to my ear. He knows I’m being vague because I have a hard time expressing what I want, which is what he likes. He thinks it’s so cute that I’m so shy about my own anatomy and needs.
“Inside where, baby? Come on, use your words,” he’d further coax. He loves having this power over me. His lips graze against my skin, and my pussy clenches around nothing, making my need all that more apparent to me. I whine at the emptiness.
“Inside my pussy…” I say finally. He smokes against my skin, and flips me so I’m on my back on the bed and he’s hovering over me. His gaze is predatory, but there’s a hint of pride behind his darkened expression.
“Good boy. Very good boy.” His words make me incredibly shy, and then he’d give me what I want, taking off my boxers, lining himself up with my pussy, and pushing inside slowly. The pace begins slow, but gradually increases in speed and intensity.
He’d make out with me, pushing my hair out of my face, my cute sounds escaping my mouth as he buries himself to the hilt over and over again. My face left a red mess.
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.
When I brat too hard so they tie me down to the bed and make me watch as they stroke their cock, kneeling between my legs, their knuckles occasionally bumping against my weeping pussy making me whimper each time, until I'm pleading and begging for them to fuck me, touch me, let me touch them, anything, I just need to feel them.
They just tut at me, shaking their head, looking down at me with faux sympathy, their hand slowing the pumping of their cock down to long languid strokes.
"Only good puppies get fucked sweetheart. And you weren't a good puppy, were you?" I whine and open my mouth to protest, apologize, but they keep talking as if I hadn't made a sound, "No, no, you were a brat. So you're gonna be a good boy and lay there nice and still and patient, and maybe, maybe when I'm done, I'll touch you. Maybe." I whine again, softer this time.
Even with tears pricking my eyes, I still manage to take a deep steadying breath, then relax my limbs against the restraints as much as I can muster, trying to keep my breathing even and deep, staring up at them with tear filled eyes. They smile at me and coo softly, "There you go baby, deep breaths, you'll be okay, I've got you. You know I've got you, right?" I sniffle and try to blink away the tears, nodding weakly as one of them escapes anyways and slides down my cheek.
Their hand releases their cock and they bring it up to cup my face and softly wipe the tear away, a gesture that would be sweet instead of vulgar if their thumb wasn't sticky with pre.
They stroke their thumb across my cheek to my lips, rubbing over them softly, before pushing between, smiling slightly when I automatically open for them to slide in. They press down against my tongue, then raise their eyebrows at me expectantly. I obediently close my lips around the finger in my mouth and start sucking, moaning at the taste of the salty mixture of my tear and their pre cum as I swirl my tongue around their thumb pad.
We stay there like that a few moments, before they tap my cheek with their finger tips, signaling me to let go. I give one last suck before releasing them, chasing their thumb as they pull away to press a kiss to the tip, then relax back against the bed.
They grin at my desperation for the slightest taste of them, hint of their touch, as their hand returns to their cock, resuming their languid pumping.
This carries on far longer than I like, getting more desperate for their touch the closer they get to cumming.
Their hand speeds up its tugging, their hips bucking as they groan from their approaching orgasm. "You want me to cum inside you baby? Want me to stuff my cock in your sweet little cunt and pump you full till you're dripping with it?" I nod my head frantically, trying to spread my legs impossibly wider to invite them in, my dick throbbing and pussy visibly clenching with need.
They grab my thigh in a harsh squeeze with their free hand, panting and gasping as they lean forward as if to give me what I want need, only to redirect at the last moment and shoot their thick ropes of cum across my belly and pubes instead, smirking and laughing at my cry of despair at being denied once again.
They slowly pump themselves through their orgasm, squeezing out the last drops of cum and tapping the tip of their cock against my messy pubes. They release themselves and bring their cum coated hand to my neglected pussy, slowly dragging their fingers through their cum that's started dripping down my folds, and lightly spread it over my throbbing cock. I gasp at the contact, sure I could cum just from that if they kept brushing against me just a little more. My hips buck into their touch and I whine, surprised by how quickly an orgasm is building in me.
They rub just a moment longer before abruptly moving on--making me whimper--trailing their fingers through their cum once more, this time heading down towards my untouched cunt, my hole twitching and fluttering with needy anticipation.
They pause with their fingers pressed right against my entrance, glancing up at me with a teasing glint in their eye, before looking back down and finally, finally pushing their cum soaked fingers into my starving hole.
"We don't want to waste any of it, do we pet?" I moan embarrassingly loudly, clenching down hard on them, my hips bucking up as far as they can while restrained as I am by the ties and their hand still on my thigh.
They laugh mockingly as they slowly thrust their fingers in me, curling them to press against my g spot, making me moan louder and writhe, trying to get more stimulation. They just laugh again and slowly pull their fingers out, making sure to drag against my tender g spot the whole way.
I let out a sob when they pat my cunt nonchalantly, as if slapping their thigh before getting up to leave a friend's house.
They squeeze my thigh, making me twitch with mild surprise, I'd forgotten their hand was even there.
They lean down and lick one single long, slow stripe from my leaking hole up to my cock, still sticky with their cum, pressing a sweet kiss to it before pulling away and climbing off the bed...
Secret breeding with no pregnancy, rape that is ambiguously enjoyed by the victim, gender neutral partners (one has a cock, the other has a nondescript hole), CW cissexist language in the medical paper that is linked
Tfw your wonderful, seemingly vanilla partner promises to wear a condom. But that bottle of “lube” they use is always mixed with their real cum.
After countless loads secretly pumped into your holes, one day they deliberately let you catch them masturbating right into the bottle. They grin at your horrified betrayal as they inform you they’ve been doing this for your entire relationship.
And then they rape you for real, and they’re moaning so loud because they finally get to fuck you raw. You can almost forget how sickened you are because of how much they’re enjoying themself. God, they’re moaning deep like you’ve never heard them before. Had they always wanted to rape you more than have consensual sex with you? Had they asked you out with this plot in mind all along? Wait- every time you’ve had sex in the past is technically rape now, since you’d been getting secretly bred. And you had dumbly bounced on it hundreds of times over.
When you cry and beg them to stop, they just pump faster and tell you to say that again. They have a predatory gleam in their eyes that scares the shit out of you, but also makes your holes rush with involuntary warmth and wetness. They feel you flutter around their cock and praise you for being a good rapetoy, just like they knew you’d be, squeezing your throat as they plow you even deeper. You’re so hyper aware of every squelch now that you know you’ve been getting your stupid holes creamed for over a year.
And of course, they know your body very well, so they touch all the places that force you to cum hard on their rapecock several times. They tease you, letting you know that they only learned how to pleasure you because when you cum, you’re easier to breed, and that is all that they care about. When they finally get to unleash rope after rope of their cum, they scream in pleasure. You can’t help but be aroused by their sounds. If you didn’t know you were being raped, it would look and sound like you two were having the best sex of your lives. You feel the hot cum gushing out of you and feel sick. They clutch you like they always do- but tighter, and they keep their cock plugged inside.
The next time you’re awake, you’re already being bred again. You cry but also stop holding back your moans, because you know you haven’t just become their bitch: you’ve been their bitch this entire time. There’s no going back. You can’t kid yourself anymore, you’re just a pulsing fleshlight with more steps.
I got you a treat, puppy! Open up. Do you like it? They're good, right? Yeah. Want another one? Oh, good puppy! Haha, you ate it right out of my hand. You're so cute.
How do you feel? Good, yeah? A little spacy, a little chill...okay, that's good. I think it's time for another treat, don't you? Ah—no, you have to say please this time. Please give me the treat. Yes! Just like that. Good puppy!
You look a little red, pup. You're panting, you know that? I can see you shifting around in your seat. What do you want?
Haha, you can hump the pillow if you want, yeah. But you have to ask....no, not for that. For another treat. Nonono, not with your words this time. Bark like a proper dog. A little louder.....perfect! What a good puppy. Go ahead.
I don't know what's gotten into you today, puppy. You're leaking all over the pillowcase! God, you really wanna cum, don't you. Need it so bad. Yeah. Bark when you're moaning. C'mon, do it for me. Whine and growl like a proper mutt.
Fuck, you're getting me worked up. Come over here, will you? Suck me off, and I'll let you cum afterwards. Just like that. Hey, look. I got another treat for you. Can you reach the base of my cock? I'm balancing it really carefully. Ooh, just a little further. Try again, pup. Breath deep and relax. I know you can take it further. God, you sound so slutty choking on my dick like this. You like that, huh?
One more time. I bet you can reach it. Here, let me push your head down a little too. There you go! I'm impressed. Good puppy! The best puppy.
No, I'm not letting your head back up. Your throat just feels so warm and tight around my cock. You can still grind on your pillow like this, can't you? That means you can cum like this. I know you can. Loosen your muscles and focus on how good the friction feels and how my dick is pulsing in your mouth...mm, you drool so much when I let you up to breathe. Messy, wet little puppy you are. Back down you go, until you cum. Roll your hips. That's it.
There we are, nice shuddering orgasm. You needed that, didn't you. What do we say after our nice handler lets us cum? That's right, thank you. Sweet obedient puppy. Lick it up, now. Good puppies don't leave their messes laying around.
..what was in the treats? Nothing. No, really. Nothing. Placebo, silly. They're just biscuits. What, did you think there was weed in there? Some kind of doggy aphrodisiac? Haha, that was all you, puppy. Seems it doesn't take much convincing to turn you into a leaking cockslut after all.
Big brawny brutal fucker, moss-green and thick-skinned like a toad with tusks curling up his lip.
He keeps quite a few different species on his farm. Nymphs, fauns, fairies, pixies, you name it. If it’s pretty and fuckable, he’s got it.
But the very best and rarest of all are, of course, elves.
The rest are dumb, easily subdued creatures—they get caught in traps running about the forest, and immediately cower and submit to their bigger hunters. There ain’t much sport in either capturing or training them.
Elves however. Those are the real prize. Godlike beauties that never seem to age, never spoiling, staying nice and tight and supple for however long you keep them.
You’ve got to be clever to bag an elf. They might look as harmless as the rest, but that delicate physique is all a trick; elves are sharp by nature and can kill you if you're not careful when hunting them.
They’re not all that strong, though, and so if you manage to get them while they sleep, they’re as easy prey as any.
His gang of bandits nabbed you and your troop when you’d made camp for the night. Your guards had been drinking wine and weren’t all that alert come dark. They were knocked out cold at their post before he even had to take things into his own hands.
That’s the fault in elves, really—haughty, arrogant things who forget to be wary, thinking they’re untouchable when really, they’re still just prey with a bit more brains.
He could tell you were an important bitch by the way you had your own tent, grandiouse as if hitched for royalty. He entered and had to scoff at all the furniture—rugs, mirrors, scented candles, and other bullshit—he can’t believe you elves bring all this with you every time you travel, as if spending a single hour in the mud is beneath you. Oh, but you’re going to get plenty familiar with the mud from now on as his new farm animal…
In any case, it’s not really the hunting and capturing that is fun. No, it’s the training.
You see, elves don’t submit that easily. Not even when subjected to endless hours of ruthless fucking. They don’t break. Must be something about being hundreds of years old. They’ve lived through so much that not much else can compare. But nothing’s built to last. And elves, no matter the nobility, no matter the age, all break in the end.
He starts you off with Goblins, watching as they rip into your silk dress, slapping your perfect skin until it welts, licking and fingering your tight cunt until it puffs up. They’re relentless little fuckers with dicks the size of your forearm despite only bing tall enough to reach your hips. They pry open your holes and teach them how to take a pounding, breaking them in for the bigger guys.
Hogtied, your cheek mushed in the dirt, ass in the air, wrists bound to your ankles as the filthy creatures stuff your cunt, pounding shameful slick out of you. Using your shins as a stepping-stool, standing at the perfect height—two fingers in your ass turning to three, then another three from another hand, all fiddling with the hole and snickering while at it.
For more humiliation, a hook is fixed to each of your nostrils, pulled back around your head, turning your nose up like a piglet—making you squeal like one as they proceed to fully neglect your cunt in favor of double-stuffing your pretty ass. Cheering when you take a third cock while one of them shoves his hand inside your drooling pussy, fisting it good until your thighs shake and you end up squirting.
They switch in the dozens, keeping it up for several hours, cueing up behind you, taking turns, before one of them sits himself down on your back, using your hair to pull your head back, fixing a ring-gag between your teeth, keeping your mouth open as they all fuck your skull and finish down your throat.
They leave you sweaty and cum-drenched in the mud.
He watches you for a moment, enjoying the sight of you lying there panting, so exhausted you’re actually falling asleep in the awful position, only for him to blow his fingers, calling up the next round.
A troll and two ogres step forth then. They wake you up by washing you down with piss. All three standing in a ring around you, pouring out their big bladders, revealing your pretty skin again, so glowy and pretty in the golden hue, despite the way you grimace and whine, feeling the sour taste invade your mouth—unsure if it’s worse than what the goblins spewed down your throat just earlier.
Unlike them, they untie you. With hands big enough to reach fully around your neck, it doesn’t matter how much you struggle. They might be dumb creatures, but they know what they want and help each other get it. Holding your legs apart as one of the ogres works his bulbous tip against your wet slit—pushing and prodding, failing to penetrate until it eventually succeeds in sinking inside.
You wail, but the ogre pays it no mind, bullying himself all the way into your cervix, only half of him fitting. He groans and shakes his head at the resistance, trying to force himself more inside. Annoyed at your body for not complying, he keeps himself there, nudging into your womb, thinking that if he just continued trying, your body would suddenly give in and accept the way he was trying to push himself up through your throat.
The other ogre lifts your thighs up, holding you sideways between them both while lining his own monstrous cock up with your ravaged ass—pushing inside with more ease than your pussy. He doesn’t seem to care that half of him isn’t getting squeezed, starting to shove himself in and out unlike the other—fucking you slower than the goblins did, but with a thickness that makes it feel like your stomach might drop and fall out.
The troll stands on top of the crate they’d kept you in, squeezing your soft tits, gathering them around his length while fucking his tip against your pretty face—softly poking into the plump your turned cheek. Hooking his thumb into the corner of your mouth, he guides you to look up and spits a heavy blob inside it. Twisting your nipple with a smile, pinching the fat of them while jerking himself against your face.
The ogres both finish inside your holes, whilst the troll sprays his worth over your tits—with much of it going inside your mouth just like the goblins.
But even after all that, when they drop you like discarded trash, letting your limp body fall and splash in the mud, you still fight your way up onto your feet.
Mildly impressed with your strength of will, he watches you try to make a run for it.
But he wouldn’t be a good slavemaster if he didn’t know how to wrangle strays back. Using a lasso, he throws and spins it around your throat like a noose and pulls you right back down into the mud, where you now belong.
Walking over, he places his foot down on your panting chest and smiles, having to hand it to you—he can tell you’re going to be a tough one to crack.
And it’s true. Even with his seal seared into your asscheek and a collar around your throat, you won’t obey unless he has all your limbs secured in rope. And even then, he has to all but strangle the life out of you with a leash to stop you from thrashing. No matter how many goblin orgies and orcs and trolls and ogres he puts you through, you don’t break.
Which is why he decided to handle taming you personally.
He puts you on a diet of cum and mead, keeping you sluggish—unable to stand without wobbling, unable to speak without slurring. And every time something he doesn't want to hear comes out of your mouth, he gives your cunt a firm slap—while every time something good comes out, he encourages it with rubbing that pretty clit of yours until you’re rewarded with a full-bodied orgasm.
It almost brings warmth to his cold heart, seeing you writhe around in pleasure—tongue out, whining and whimpering as he rubs through your pussylips with the grit of his thick finger. You’re beginning to look just like a pet—happy to be put in your rightful place, wagging your tail for your owner.
When he doesn’t have the time to train you at the farm, he brings you out with him. Wearing you around like a piece of jewelry—wrists strung up around his neck, hung there with your back to his chest, cock switching between your holes, but mostly in your cunt—for boding reasons. Molding your womb to his size, making your body adopt it like a baby. He was able to sink all the way inside balls deep after a few weeks. Roost inside you, keeping his cock warm and wet with your heat.
It’s true what they say, the tougher they are, the harder they break. But look at you now. My oh my, how broken you are.
You’re his finest work yet. Beautiful elven royalty on your hands and knees desperate for orc cock in your every orifice, always begging to be bred.
Of course, you can’t carry his offspring, but that doesn’t mean his cum has all gone to waste. With so much of it getting dumped and pumped up your system, your silly elven body has started thinking it’s pregnant even when it isn’t.
You’re even softer and more gorgeous because of it—round around the edges, breasts all swollen up with sweet milk, with your pregnancy brain keeping you horny for him every waking hour of every day. In his lap willingly, wanting your soft titties groped and sucked on—silken hands holding onto his tusks, pulling him close to your bosom, wanting his studded tongue to play with your nipple, suckle on them until they're sore.
You throw your head back with a blissful sigh, moving your pretty ass up and down his fat length, sitting down on it fully, cockhead in your guts, then lifting yourself all the way up to his fat tip, moaning as you sink down on it again.
You take your time—that’s how he can tell you’re enjoying yourself. And what a sight it is. Watching your eyes role back, body seizing up, cunt throttling around nothing before gushing—cumming from getting your udders milked and your prissy elven ass fucked.
He wished the old you could see you now—how mindlessly you pop off his lap, and settle down between his thighs, lapping at the deep slit shaping his cockhead, eating out his pre with a bite of pleasure to your bottom lip, shivering at the taste he’s taught you to love.
You suck on the tip, hollow cheeks and crossed bedroom eyes—looking like a calf sucking it’s mother’s teat for milk—before fully opening your mouth. Waiting for him with your pink tongue all rolled out and seeking, knowing you’re going to get your face drenched and wanting to catch and swallow as much of it as you can.
You keep rubbing yourself where you kneel. Both hands between your thighs, stuffing your cavity with all your fingers, using your thumbs to tickle your clit. Everything’s wet, and your head is swimming with the same sticky mess, wanting his cum like it’s the sole ingredient to your happiness.
Poor brainwashed pet—he’ll give you what you want, don’t worry.
He rests the swollen tip on the warm bed of your tongue, bathing it in your drool, the way it drips down your pretty chest full of his love bites. Balancing it on your tastebuds, you close your lips around it for a kiss, giddily shimmying on your knees, eager to be fed.
He strokes himself slowly, wanting to savor the sight of you, feeling it in his balls—how it’s going to be a big one. You’re going to have to swallow several times to get it all, gulp it down like the cum-hungry cock-slave he’s turned you into.
The way you do exactly that so naturally convinces him that this was always your true nature. You even shiver and cum on your fingers as you drink him up. Sucking the rest out of his tip until you’re certain there’s no more left for you to lick.
His heavy hand pets your head, and you nuzzle into the touch, leaning forward until you’re burying your face in his empty balls, kissing them with a pretty little “Thank you, master,” slipping out with a moan.
And still, you got your fingers in your cunt, continuing to make yourself cum.
Poor cock-addicted elf… don’t worry, he’ll let you ride his face, lap up all your sweetness, until his cock perks up again, then he’ll give your womb the pounding it so desperately needs.
Want to kidnap a sub with another dom and have them play the cold unyielding villain to my sympathetic maternal advocate.
Have my friend unleash every ounce of sadism on this poor thing and then swoop in to console them. I'll treat their wounds, coo and offer the affection they're so starved of. I'll even step in on some occasions to "save" them from my friend and hide the things their tears do to me as they sob into my neck.
It's a win/win for my friend and I. They get a living, breathing punching bag to torture and I get a pathetic little victim to condition into my lovesick puppy that needs me more than air.
And the sub? Well. At least they're getting attention.
So... a certain former tumblr, known as Denied and Dripping, wrote me a New Years themed story and suggested I post it on my tumblr for others to enjoy. Here it is! Please like and/or reblog but do not alter the text.
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All year long you’ve been waiting.
Every month you’ve been suffering, aching and dripping – desperate for a release that wasn’t going to come… much like you. Every month you’d been reduced to a whimpering, squirming pile of nerves. Every erotic thought sending jolts through your body, concentrating on your swollen pussy. You wanted nothing more than to grab a vibrator and make yourself cum. Hell, it didn’t even have to be a vibrator. Fingers. Dildo. Grinding on a couch arm. You craved the ecstasy of release. You craved the gushing feeling of an orgasm washing over you… but it was denied to you for twelve agonizing months. That was the deal, after all – you’d even signed a contract putting me in control of you and your orgasms for the next twelve months. For one year, I owned you.
I’d given pet names to each month. Reminders of the year-long sentence you were serving. A year of being my orgasm-free pet. Cute little names to make sure you didn’t forget the torture you were going to endure. Not that you could. Not when your pussy drooled uncontrollably down your legs by the second month. Not when you could barely feel your pussy lips because of your swollen clit by month five. Not when every beat of your heart sent your pussy into throbbing convulsions by month nine.
Juicy January was first. The warmup month. This month was only to make sure your pussy was well-lubricated for the coming year. I would sit you on my lap every night, spreading your legs with mine and tying your hands behind you. I didn’t want you interfering. I would whisper all the filthy, dirty things that were in store for you during the upcoming year. I would nibble your neck and drag my beard stubble along your shoulder as my hands absently played with your nipples. I’d pinch and tease, tugging them gently. My hands would roam up and down your sides as I talked all about how much I wanted to bury my face between your thighs. I’d drag my nails along the inside of your legs, stopping just shy of your pussy… but I wouldn’t touch it. Not the lips. Not the clit. Nothing. This month was about building the anticipation. Making you want the torture even though you knew it would be bad. After the first two weeks, we needed to put a towel under you. Your pussy would cream at just the thought of your daily “lap time”. You begged, mewled and whined for any stimulation on your pussy… but no, I wouldn’t grant it to you. I even showered with you to make sure you kept your fingers from wandering… and used the water to my own evil ends.
Frustrated February was the first bit of contact your pussy received. Your hands were tied behind you still, to keep you from defending your helpless pussy from the tortures I had planned. You were stretched out on the bed with the towel under your hips as I teased your pussy lips with a soft makeup brush. You had two sessions – one in the morning to get your pussy primed for the day and another just before bed to make sure your dreams were filled with erotic thoughts all night long. Valentines Day brought a special alteration to the deal – the first time my tongue touched your pussy. I tied you spread-eagle and licked and sucked just your outer lips for two whole hours. With everything you’d endured the previous month, this was too much for you to take. After fifteen minutes, you begged me to let you cum. When I wouldn’t, you begged me to stop until I had to gag you. With no choice but to just lie there and take it, you suffered beautifully for the whole two hours. By the end of it, you had tears running down your face from desperation. The rest of the month seemed almost merciful by comparison as I resumed tormenting your swollen outer lips with the delicate, fluffy brushes.
Month three was Merciless March, and this is where your torture was truly going to begin. Every day I slipped a dildo inside you and fastened it there was a rope harness. Every step you took tormented your pussy. Every subtle shift of your hips reminded you that you were filled because it brought me pleasure to see you squirm. Whenever you were home, you were forbidden to wear shirts – which left your breasts on display for me. I would pinch, suck and tease them whenever the mood struck me, which kept your pussy leaking and dripping down your thighs. When I wasn’t teasing your swollen, achy nipples I would dress you up in a shiny set of nipple clamps. Some days, just to be cruel, I would hang weights from them. Other days I would use the clamps like a leash as I pulled you to your knees before making you service my cock while your pussy throbbed around the dildo.
You came up with the name Agonizing April for month four. Your pussy was visibly swollen and red – three months of torture having taken their toll. Every morning you woke up and had to change the sheets if you rolled off your towel… and even some days when you didn’t. Your pussy creamed nonstop – a delicious reminder of the suffering you were enduring. I decided to make sure it lived up to its name. You were forbidden to take off the nipple clamps during the day, and were instead forced to wear your bra over them. A constant reminder of my ownership over you. Furthermore, your pussy was off limits again this month – no touching at all. I made sure you got your ‘fill’ of me, though. Every night you were bent over the bed with your hands behind your back and a gag stuffed in your mouth as I plowed your tight little ass, making sure to fill you with cum every night before plugging you and sending you to bed horny, desperate, denied and (although you’d never have said it out loud) secretly loving every minute of it.
Maddening May was the first real moment you realized how much trouble you were in. After a month of having your ass fucked to the point of soreness, you thought you were in luck when I told you that your ass was getting a break. Instead, you were mercilessly gagged and tied down to the bed while I slowly fucked your pussy every night. You weren’t permitted an orgasm. You weren’t even permitted an edge. I would spread your pussy and make sure your poor, denied clit got no contact. It hadn’t had direct stimulation since your Valentine’s Day licking. If I thought you were getting close, I would either pinch and tease your nipples while letting my cock throb inside you or I’d start madly tickling your ribs, ass, inner thighs or feet until you were far enough from the edge to where I could start thrusting again. Every night. An hour each night. You were fucked and tickled to the point of delirium and unable to even beg for mercy. Every night I would pull out and cover you with my cum – another reminder of your slavery to me. You cried and begged for an orgasm when I took the gag out, but I would only shush you and remind you that you still had seven long months to go.
Joyless June was the next month on the calendar. It was joyless, but not for me. This was the month I showed you the beautiful new chastity belt I’d purchased for you. Real steel, not the cheap leather one you thought I would buy. This one left no room for you to get any stimulation to your pussy. As I turned the key, sealing you inside, I instated a new rule. From this point forward, it wasn’t your pussy any more. I owned the key. It was MY pussy. Any time you forgot that and asked to touch “your” pussy, you would be punished. Severely. This month was about MY pleasure. Every night you would kneel in front of me and torture your own nipples while begging to suck my cock. If you begged well enough, I would grant you the pleasure of making me cum. If your begging was insincere, you were tied with your arms behind your back—my favorite position for you—and roughly ass-fucked until I filled you with my cum. You were then plugged, spanked and left to contemplate your situation. Left to ruminate on how to beg better in the future as your pussy flooded the chastity belt.
Jeering July. You were unlocked for the first time in a month and I told you that my pussy was going to get all the attention it had missed for the past month or so. Every day I would tie your ankles to your thighs, forcing your legs apart and binding your wrists to a collar around your neck. Naked, spread and humiliated, I would rest in you in my lap and spread my pussy lips. We were halfway through the year and apart from Valentines Day, I’d ignored your clit. This was all about to change. With a ballgag firmly between your lips, you were allowed to scream and writhe in frustration as I used a long, stiff feather on your defenseless clit. Every day for two hours at a time, you were tied and tortured while I relaxed on the couch. Every time you ruined a feather with the copious amounts of wetness, I teased you and reminded you that those feathers weren’t being thrown away. They had a use… you just didn’t know what it was yet. On the last day of the month, though, you learned what I had planned. You were hogtied on the floor in front of me while I showed you the homemade featherduster I’d made from the dozens of feathers you’d ruined. Your pussy juices had dried on them, making the feathers even more firm and stiff – a fact you realized when I spent almost eight whole hours dusting the soles of your bound, toe-tied feet while a low-power vibrator buzzed away in my pussy. After that, I told you that it wasn’t just your pussy – I was laying claim to your clit as well. It was now MY clit.
August came… or, as you came to call it, “Awful August”. You thought having attention on MY clit was bad last month, this month made it a thousand times worse. You were spread open every morning as I licked and sucked my helpless clit to the edge as many times as I could within an hour. After that, you were on no-touch for the rest of the day until the evening when I did it again. After that, you were bent over and fucked in the ass until I released my pent-up frustrations by filling you with cum again. You were forbidden to touch my pussy at all – I even followed you into the bathroom to help you shave, making sure your puffy pussy was left bare and defenseless at every opportunity. A few times, we played a thrilling game where I pinned you down in the tub, teasing and massaging my clit while the water rose. More than once it passed your face, forcing you to hold your breath as I edged my pussy for entertainment. Other times I’d bend you over the tub, holding your head down while I roughly fucked your ass or slowly fucked my pussy until you were on the screaming edge. Every night, you fell asleep with your hands tied to your collar and the vibrator in my pussy reminding you of your submission. Your owned state. You were mine – and you weren’t cumming until I said so.
Up next was Suffering September. I reminded you that there were four months left in the year – this one and three more. Devilishly, I also informed you that it was my goal to make you suffer as much in these three months as I had during the rest of the year. You cried and begged me for mercy, but I had none. My pussy was going to ache like it never had before. You were edged four times a day for an hour per session and never with the same tool twice in a day. Some days I used a vibrator. Other days I licked and sucked my agonized clit until you were screaming and bawling. You had to be tied down—for your safety, of course—because you tried to thrash and fight with aroused fervor. Every session ended with your face covered in tears. You couldn’t wear makeup unless you wanted to look like a trashy whore that had just been face-fucked. After every session, you were belted to keep your wandering hands from my sopping wet hole. If I didn’t lock you up, you kept trying to touch yourself – even subconsciously in your sleep. I couldn’t have that. I wanted you wet. Needy. Desperate. Willing to do anything… not that you hadn’t been that way already.
The favorite month of orgasm denial fetishists descended upon us with the first day of Locktober. You were going to endure it the same way every other chastity fanatic did – locked in your belt and on no-touch for thirty-one agonizing days. Of course, even though I wasn’t going to unlock you, I wasn’t going to let you off easily either. If I couldn’t play with my pussy, I would lay claim to your breasts and ass. Some days I bent you over the couch and tongued your asshole until you were sobbing into the pillows, pussy juice leaking out of the chastity belt and down your thighs… and then I’d lick that up too. Other days I’d spend time licking, biting and sucking your sensitive nipples or sliding my cock into your cleavage. Taunting you. Teasing you. Reminding you that fucking your breasts was just as good as fucking your pussy. Why should I ever unlock you except to torture MY pussy? MY clit? I could spend the rest of my life fucking your ass, breasts and mouth and never even need your pussy. The more I talked about it, the wetter you got. You humped the air in desperation. You begged. Pleaded. Whined. Sobbed for mercy… but you got none. You were MY slave, and I was going to make you suffer.
No-Vember is another month all denial enthusiasts know about. While I didn’t keep you in the belt, I made sure you were well aware of your predicament. Two months to go. Every day I increased your edges, licking my denied clit every morning and evening until you were a desperate, wet mess. You tried to tell me you couldn’t take it, but I ignored you. If your begging got too loud, I gagged you. You didn’t have choices anymore. You were a slave. You were MY slave. You existed to be aroused, teased and denied. Your whole purpose was to bring your Master pleasure, and if your continued denial did that then you were going to have to accept it. Nothing you could say or do would change my mind. I told you this one afternoon as I slid my cock into my pussy, fucking you slowly so as not to push you over the edge. I loved your denial. I loved having you as my slave. If it was up to me, it would NEVER end. I punctuated this statement by producing a new set of nipple clamps – this one with three ends. Your eyes bugged out as realization flashed through your mind. I clamped your nipples and then used the third end to pinch my clit, holding the hood back and leaving the little button exposed. After fucking you until I came, I pulled out and used a delicate paintbrush to tease my clit for another hour until your eyes rolled back and no coherent sounds came from behind your gag.
Desperate December was the last month of the year. Surely you could make it. You were desperate. Horny. The whole house smelled of your pussy and you were ashamed to leave. Even the slightest bit of motion caused your pussy to flow down your legs. When you did leave the house, I made you wear thigh-highs and a skirt. No panties. The chilly breezes of December tickled my pussy like the fingers of a gentle lover, eliciting such lovely moans. I also forbade you from wearing a bra, leaving your nipples to harden in the cold. You were such a delicious sight that I couldn’t help fingering you in public at every possible opportunity. In the car. While grocery shopping. A few times we used a remote vibrator. A few times I sent you to run errands with your chastity belt holding a dildo firmly in my pussy. Sometimes both. By Christmas you were a wreck – unable to focus on even the most mundane of tasks. All it took was a snap of my fingers for you to sink to your knees and open your mouth. My hand on your shoulder was enough to make you weak, submissive and obedient. It was perfect.
New Years Eve was upon us. A time when most people were rejoicing and planning their resolutions for the year to come. You only had one thing on your mind. An orgasm. You were aching for me to make my pussy cum. Once the year was up, after all, you’d fulfilled your contract. You could also tell from the evil glint in my eye that I had plans for you this evening. You knew I was going to make you suffer.
Your hands were cuffed over your head to a pull-up bar I kept in the doorframe. I admired your taut, helpless body as I used a pair of sharp scissors to cut your clothes off you. You wouldn’t need them tonight. I smirked as I threw them away, showing you a piece of paper. It was a contract – just like the one you signed in January. This one was for two years, not one. I put it on the table along with a pen, licking my lips as I turned to you. We still had several hours until the New Year. I wanted you to beg me to sign it. Beg me to untie you so you could sign your life and pussy away to me for two more long, torturous years. At first you balked at the idea, but when I knelt down and started licking my clit, you changed your tune. At first you tried to resist, shaking your head back and forth as you looked at the clock. Eight hours until New Years Day. If you could just resist, you wouldn’t have to sign. That was the deal.
It only took four to break you. Four hours of spreading my pussy lips and keeping you on the razor’s edge of an orgasm. Four hours of your brain drowning in sexual chemicals as you hung in the doorway like a tortured sex doll. Your body was covered with sweat, your hair sticking to your face as you rasped and pleaded with me for mercy. I told you to beg. To sing that sweet song for me. And sing you did – you sang like a songbird, pleading for permission to sign the contract. To give that sweet, wet pussy to me for two more years. To give yourself over to any devious torture I could imagine.
I made you wait until the ten minutes before I unchained you and walked you over to the table. I put the pen in your hand and began to finger my clit slowly, keeping you right on the edge. I slid my hard cock into you from behind, bending you over the table as I nibbled your ear. I told you how much you would regret signing the contract. How evil I was going to be. Some of the new tortures I’d come up with. If you signed it, you’d find yourself in a world of neverending torment.
You scrawled your shaky signature on the line without a second thought, pleading with me for an orgasm as my hand curled around your throat. I forced you to look at the clock as it counted down, keeping you on the edge until the last ten seconds.
Ten…
Nine…
Eight…
Seven…
Six…
Five…
Four…
Three…
Two…
One…
As the clock struck midnight, I cruelly jerked my hand away and grabbed your wrists to keep you from finishing what I had abandoned. You screamed in futile rage, struggling as your orgasm was snatched away from you, your pussy spasming frantically. I had struck the edge so perfectly that your body had almost succumbed to a ruined orgasm, but not quite. I had stopped in the nick of time.
I leaned in as you cried and sobbed, still feebly struggling. “Such a pity,” I whispered in your ear. “The contract you signed back in January granted me full and complete authority over your pussy… but never once said I had to give you an orgasm at the end.” Your eyes widened in shock, horror and despair as I twisted your wrists behind you and pinned you over the couch. You could feel the cold metal of the chastity belt sliding around your waist and screamed for mercy. You humped the air, your pussy dripping on the floor as I locked the belt in place with a cruel laugh. “No mercy for you, little slut,” I growled as my hard cock entered your ass. “Now, shut up and use that hot little ass to make me cum.”
You cried and sobbed in helpless desperation as I began to fuck you, tears running down your face as your hands were pinned in the small of your back.
Chastity of the slave is absolute and essential to life as a slave. Chastity is not about occasional chastity play. Chastity beyond a couple of hours, or a couple of days, is no longer just for fun, but becomes a tool for devotion, power exchange and emotional connectivity. It is about the letting go of a slave's ego and giving a Master charge of his body. Chastity locks the slave down, physically and emotionally, to his Master. A collar is a chain or strap and a lock that goes around the neck and symbolises that body and mind is owned. A chastity device grabs the genitals and controls any chance of erection. It is an active form of participation in terms of ownership, a constant reminder of who has the key, who owns the slave sexually. The chastity experience dials up quite quickly. Day one it is erotic. Day two slave craves to make his keyholder happy. Day three slave is desperate for him. Within a week slave will do anything for his Master. Chastity as a lifestyle and as part of power exchange is different from chastity as kinky fun. The slave is even not allowed to ask to be unlocked. An infraction of this rule must result in punishment. A begging to cum is transformed into pure devotion to please the Master. Long term chastity is not about when the slave will orgasm next, it is about total power exchange, letting the Master own the slave body entirely, and knowing that Master will unlock the chastity device if he wants to. Chastity has its own power and mental energy. But, because it’s a mental journey, it’s important to remember that it grows, morphs and changes constantly. It’s a dynamic progress and doesn’t work well with rigid protocols and rules only that are not monitored.
Chastity device
The chastity regime must be ensured by a chastity device permanently locked on the slave's genital area with a penis tube designed for preventing full erection. The slave will even sleep with his chastity device on. The Master shall make every effort to prevent ejaculation, stimulation, gratification or pleasure of the penis by keeping the chastity devices working and using devices that comply with the latest technology and safety. If it is necessary to remove the penis from a chastity device, the Master will endeavour to maintain control of the penis through restraint or direct supervision. The penis must be reinserted into the designated chastity device as quickly as practicable at the end of an unlocked period.
Unlocked times
Unlocked times must be prevented as much as possible but will occur during periods of cleaning, for health reasons or any other reasons where genital area must be freely accessible. If the slave is not locked he may under no circumstance ever touch anywhere in the genital area without express permission to do so. During slave cleaning periods, or when changing any worn devices, the controlling party will wash, clean, shave and otherwise care for the genital areas of the slave. Slave will never allow any third party to touch or play with genitalia without the express permission of the Master. The slave will wet himself in the shower, he will soap himself, bar of soap may touch his genitals and asshole, but he will never touch the slave genital area himself. The Master may remove the slave's chastity device for cock and ball training sessions. The slave is expected to become and remain erect during these rare occasions as a symbol of his never-satisfied need. As it will have been many weeks, perhaps months, since the slave had been unlocked, an erection is not likely to be difficult. The Master will likely tease the slave’s genitals, massaging them and toying with them.
Masturbation and sexual intercourse
The chastised penis shall never be masturbated or touched by anyone, including the Master, slave or any third party, in any stimulating, gratifying or pleasurable manner, with the intention to induce a cumshot. An erection of the chastised penis is periodically welcomed for health reasons and shall be induced as clinically as possible in a humiliating and punitive manner with every attempt to avoid pleasure to slave. Unless explicitly ordered by the Master, slave shall never pleasure itself sexually. This includes touching or manipulating its nipples or the penis in any sexually gratifying or stimulating manner or penetrating its anus in any sexually gratifying or stimulating manner. The Master may, at his sole discretion, deny any or all sexual intercourse to slave for any period of time, including in perpetuity. Slave shall have no sexual intercourse with any third party. Slave’s sole sexual satisfaction shall come from servicing the Master. The penis shall never again engage in active sexual intercourse and shall never penetrate a body cavity or be touched by lips or tongue.
Sex drive
At times the urge to ejaculate may be almost unbearable for the slave. He has standing permission to express his sexual feelings. As he is not allowed to speak or may be gagged he should do this by deep moanings, temptations to touch his genital area through the steel chastity device, or by winding his body. The Master will not punish the slave for expressing his feelings. Instead, the Master will likely hold the slave very closely tight and lecture him gently on his role and purpose as a slave, and the role and purpose of the Master. He will explain that the purpose of the slave is to need his Master, that being aroused is a symbol of this need, and that his horniness is absolutely welcomed. He will explain that the purpose of the Master is to have his needs satisfied, that his orgasms are a symbol of this satisfaction, and that the slave should be proud and derive contentment from helping his Master ejaculate.
Mental Control
Chastity has a high potential to control a slave mentally. In this heighten state of mind, where the slave is so focused on relationship and sexual needs, there is no possibility to escape from this mental prison. This can be difficult for the slave to deal with other life stresses, when not be able to get a stress relieved by sexual relief and relaxation. Chastity prevents the slave from escaping the ownership. It’s so massive that he can’t turn his vision away from it. If there are issues and tensions in the relationship, there is no way for the slave to temporarily escape from it. He is trapped in this mental prison by his Master. The chastity will certainly continuously train his devotion and submission. An increased sex drive, combined with the mental effects of chastity, leads to an unruly power that needs to be exchanged with the Master. In a final state this leads to a total power exchange in the Master-slave relationship.
Chastity and TPE (total power exchange)
Chastity may cause emotional instability for the slave. After some days in chastity what starts out as erotic and fun can quickly turn intense. When the intensity of chastity starts peaking, the slave´s mind is drifting in a very heightened space, but release is denied by Master. Without the chastity device slave would probably immediately jerk off for stress relief, but when locked up his Master deliberately boils him in that heighten state of mind. Master keeps slave's dick tightly locked and direct his high sexual energy into devotion and submission to him. Chastity is a great tool for power exchange, but without close monitoring this part of power exchange is often unknown to the Master. If Master is paying close attention to his slave, power exchange through chastity can be a space where Master is watching his slave squirm and struggle. When Master is also at the peak of sexual energy strong power exchange is happening and the Master-slave relationship is balanced. But the nature of chastity often means that the submissive slave is focused a lot more on the dynamic and the Master than the Master is focused on his slave. The slave is being constantly reminded, physically and emotionally, so his focus can be very strong. That can lead to instability and disbalance. The slave may crave for attention, and the Master might not understand that the chastity regime he has imposed on his slave is so powerful and take the slave´s desire negatively. Chastity is an active keeper of the slave´s sex drive in the hand of the Master. Often it can be overlooked that the Master must have a desire for a slave that constantly craves his attention. The Master of a chastity slave must want his slave to suffer and struggle for him and must take his sexual power. Then the equation is balanced, and the power exchange flows nicely back and forth. When slave's energy is so strong, it can feel like the slave is pushing the Master for more dynamic. The Master may feel annoyed and tell the slave to relax and chill, or worse, tell the slave to shut up. The slave can’t do anything but float in this space of submission, emotionally frustrated by his Master, but unable to explain this frustration. Master will keep this in mind and do everything not to run into this situation.
I've been OBSESSED with CNC so here are a couple XLinks that I've been enjoying. I wanna find the full clips so bad
I'm not usually into too aggressive stuff but this one....
Who doesn't want to either get used by a ghost face or be the ghost face using someone?
I'm pretty sure this isn't the full thing but I need to see if he takes her in missionary.
I've found a couple clips of this one but never the full thing.
I like it but at the same time wish there were more vocals. I'm a sucker for vocals. I just like to hear people I think that's why I love when y'all give feedback or interact
A military uniform... I'm honest I find clothed hotter than completely naked
Once again the military uniform I love any form of dress up.
This one I think I have most of it on my old phone.
This one is a classic I feel like everyone who likes CNC knows this clip. I wish he kept the clothes on tho and a little more vocals
Be still. I'm taking pictures. I want you to see yourself. Don't make that face. You may feel ridiculous but your embarrassment only makes you more adorable.
Put your face down in that bowl.
Now stick your tongue out. Really drink the water.
Mmmh. You look so cute.
Stick your ass up in the air further, and wiggle your tail.
I can smell your cunt from here.
How long has it been since you came?
Two weeks is a lot, but I love seeing what you'll do just to be allowed to cum.
Put your leash in your mouth, and sit up like you're begging, look right into the camera.
You're an adorable puppy.
Stop looking away when I talk to you.
Now crawl over there and pick out one of those dog toys.
Put it in your mouth.
Good girl.
Now, crawl back over here.
Drop it.
Ha! Oh, you are such a good puppy!!
You are so red. You're so cute when you're red.
Hand me your leash with your mouth.
Lay on your back, with your head at my feet.
Put the chew toy in your mouth.
Look me in the eye.
You are such a good puppy. Such a sweet adorable puppy.
I can't wait for you to see this video. Your eyes look so miserable.
Put your legs up.
Put your fingers in your pussy.
Now keep that chew toy in your mouth while you finger your little pussy.
When you're about to cum, squeeze the toy so it squeaks, and I'll tell you if you have permission or not.
Oh, you don't like that? Well, that's okay, I guess you can go two more weeks.
I thought you might change your mind.
Okay now. Start playing.
I love this. You're so cute. This video will be so much fun to watch together.
Don't cry baby. I promise, you look as pretty as you look embarrassed right now.
Remember, squeak the chew toy when you're about to cum.
You're such a good girl when you want to cum. You really will do anything. You are laying on the floor with a dog toy in your mouth while I pull on this leash. You drank out of a dish on the floor.
You'd do anything to cum right now, won't you?
You'd bark like a dog?
And sit up and pant and beg like a dog?
And hump my leg like a dog?
You are so cute. And so pathetic when you want to cum.
Daddy loves you so much babygirl. I can't wait to fuck you like a dog while I make you watch this video.
Mhhmmhmmm.... I knew you were close. Slow down a little bit and squeak that toy for me. Mmmmhmm... Yes. But no babygirl. I think I want to see if you'll really hump my leg.
Lights flick on- Im disoriented with a dry mouth and head pounding, where am i?
Attempting to sit up, my arms are caught by restraints, fuzzy cuffs, my legs are similarly bound and I am shocked to be immobilized on my back with my puppycunt exposed. I crane my head and look around the room, bare concrete walls, similar flooring, the only color in the room is the pink sheet im laying on and the pink cuffs.
Heavy boots come down the stairs, i turn my neck as far as itll go to no avail, who was it? Why did they take me? And what will i need to do to be let go?
A blindfolds slips across my vision from behind and i try to jerk my head away,
“Hey fuck you!” I gasp indignantly, earning a sharp yank on my hair
“Youll want to Play nice puppy”- growls a voice in my ear and the blindfold is secured in place. I feel two clips attach to the top of my head, and something fastened around my neck and heard the ring of a bell. A moment later i feel something prod at my mouth
“Open.” I tuck my lips in tighter, I feel the object push once again at my mouth. After a beat or two the object is withdrawn and I exhale with relief-and second later—CRACK— I am slapped across the face, reflexively I try to pull my hand up to my and let out a groan of frustration and shock, my mouth drops slightly agape
“What do-“i attempt to get out but, the object is back at my lips, this time pushed in past my now agape teeth, it feels slightly rubbery and i realized with another flush that its a bite gag, spefically one shaped like a bone. I hear the boots step around the table and come between my legs
“You dont know how troublesome it was getting u here.” They said, a hand is placed on my foot and i jerk reflexivly
“Ive been wanting a puppy, just like you, for so long”says the voice wistfully “What rotten luck for you to have been the one in the park that day”
My mind combs over itself, still throbbing in my temples, face freshly burning,,,, Ihad gone to the park, I was exploring by the river, I had found a corner to take some pictures, the fucking pictures!-
“Oh do u remember now, silly little slut puppy, taking pictures in the woods? i was watching u the whole time,” another hand finds the other leg and both massage and trail over my calves and slide up to my knee. “Bent over so pretty i swear i could smelll your puppycunt , pulling your tits out for anyone to see, tugging so sweetly on those pretty pink nipples. I Had to stop myself from mounting you right then, i mean you already had the camera set up and everything!”
Recalling the day clearer I had been doing a “cheeky” photoshoot in the woods, was bent over a log and kicking one of my legs up, focusing on my weight on my arms and posing. They came up and pushed me me foreward knocking the wind out of me and pinning me against the log, i remember a sharp sting on the side of my throat, my voice caught in my throat from shock, and everything had faded to black
As im remembering the hands slid up furthur to my inner thighs, i jolt on the bed and to no use try to shut my knees.
“ouH- Ouo aht!!-“ i try to choke around the gag.They chuckle as i struggle and get no where. They take their thumbs and start to slowly prod and poke at my hole and tdick, not stimulating it.. but more examining it. Shame burns in my cheeks as I feel my body start to react anyway. Gently pinching and pulling my dick, pushing the forskin off it and then spreading my hole
“Such a pretty puppycunt baby~” the voice croons sweetly “i wonder how long it would take for me to break it in? I bet not long at all, with how hard your pretty cock is twitching im surprsied u can think at all with all your blood here.” Fingers quickly grab my tdick again and start gently jerking me off i moan low in the back of my throat, it just then occurs it me that this person had definitely groped me while i was knocked out, my dick was too hard, and there was too much slick… my mind comes back to the slow movement and they begin tracing up my stomach, pausing to push on where my womb would be, sliding there other hand up to start gently fondling my tits and lightly fluterring over my nipples. Unbiddened my hips bucks at the simulation applied to my nipples, and i yelp- biting down on the gag, drool starting to escape the sides of my mouth
“Oh puppy its so nice to have u here-“ they tease a finger tip in my entrance “i just have a few house rules..” on those words hot breath hits between my legs, my dick twitches and i clench on their finger tip
“House rule one: Puppy listens to its owner-thats me-” said the voice pausing to do a hard and flat lick up my cunt and I squeaked from the unexpected sensation “-no matter what”
“House rule two: If Puppy doesn’t listen…” they say voice muffled in my slit, i feel it change from tongue to teeth and sharp pressure is applied to my dick in warning -“puppys going to get punished” they hold their teeth there for what feels like forever and i feel more blood rushing to my crotch, twitching between a canine and bottom row of teeth.
I start whining in appeasement when i feel the teeth flash in warning on me and remember the slap across the face all to well, the moment they change to tongue i exhale - they take a moment to suck a gently lick the head and bob on the shaft, another moan spills out of my gag and a feeling of horror creeps up of—oh god no theyre gonna make me cum, i jerk and the bell around my neck jingles, i flex my whole body and try to test the restraints again and they hold firm. Laughing They do one last hard suck and pop off
“And Rule 3 puppy?” The croon and i feel something warm and hard line up with my entrance , spreading the slick and spit up and down and up and down,they firmly hold down my waist and start sliding there cock into me, i feel my mind short cicuit at hiw thick it is, “youre-“ their dick slides the rest of the way in and i freeze “-mine” fully sunk in me i feel my eyes roll back in my head.They keep me fully clamped on their dick and slowly start to rock me down on them. Fingers start circling my dick and them pumping into me so slow and so deep, i feel the heat in my belly and i just start shaking my head to mime “no no no please!”
“Ooohh puppy~~ does that feel good? Dont try and hide it now i feel how hard youre clenching.” My leg starts o bounce in the restraint, and they start going faster, pumping into me now with a mission. My ability to hold out starts to crumble as i feel their balls slap against my ass and lower stomach hit against my dick with each thrust. It feels gross and too good
“Ou- ou-ou” i attempt to call out, try to twist my hips away but theyre to strong, my orgasms getting closer and closer and they feel it to, keeping me firmly in place as they get closer as well,
“What a good boy you aree~~~huh puppy? U gonna cum? U gonna cum in my cock?” They tease and i shake my head no in response, tears falling as i move it side to side “If u dooooo~ im Gonna -knock -you -up- and keep u forvever” they grunt and punctuate with their thrusts. Their breathing becomes ragged and they keep circling my dick, thrusting steadily, a hand find my nipples and starts pulling it.
My stomach turns again and the heat builds more, my body feels like its turned on to the point of fire, my hips start to lift off the bed and meet their thrusts
“Oh good boy good boy goodboygoodboygoodboy- come puppy~~ be a good little slut for me yeah? Gonna cum on my cock? Yes? Cmon puppy -yes yes yes yes!” my body cant hold it any more and i buck against the restraints as i cum and cum hard, i feel myself squirt and jerk as my walls clamp down and try to milk them. Crying from the intensitymy hips keep bucking, They dont pause their speed and keep their hand firmly circling dick. I get louder and more desperate and their theusts get fast, bouncing me at this point and with another twist of my nipple i am cumming again and they are groaning and draining there balls into my womb, moving to put there hands on my stomach almost invisioning where they would be knocking me up at
“Ooohhh im keeping u puppy” they almost laugh as they slowly pull out snd stay leaning over me. They bend over and grab something, and i feel a cold plug shoved in my ravaged hole so the cum stays in. I am exuasted covered in sweat, tears running down the sides if my face. My cunt pumped full and flooded with an achey dick. I dimly hear the jingle of the bell around my neck and numbly realize that it was ears strapped to my head earlier
“Im keeping u forever.”
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(This is my first time writing self indulgent smut like this weeeeeee~~~~~im spell checking this later i lost track of tiime)
I can't stop thinking about my boyfriend setting me up to get raped. He makes a plan with a handsome stranger, finding a guy who's a foot taller than me and could pick me up easily without breaking a sweat. My boyfriend gives this man the access code to our apartment and cuddles up to me in bed, me completely oblivious to the betrayal that's about to happen.
I fall asleep and the stranger silently enters the house. My boyfriend slips out of bed to pull a chair into the room and watch it play out. I wake up to a rough, calloused hand pinning my wrists to the headboard and ripping the blanket off my body. I yelp in surprise and try to find my bearings as he tears my pajama shorts aside, revealing my slit. My boyfriend told him I always sleep commando..
I'm terrified as the man lines himself up to my hole, my pussy clenching and my body pulling tight with fear. look around and see my boyfriend sitting there, watching. I beg him to get help, pleading with the man not to hurt us. My boyfriend just smiles and rubs his hand against his crotch. I realize he planned this.
The man uses his massive size against me, leveraging himself over me and bending me in half. My legs are pushed up by my head. I make eye contact with my boyfriend, screaming for help. Im begging him to stop it, intervene, do ANYTHING. My voice is feeling hoarse trying to protest and a strangled sob leaves my throat when my boyfriend tells the stranger to rape my cunt.
The man is relentless, it's too big for my hole and it hurts. But somewhere in the back of my mind I can't help but feel so fucking good. "Stop, stop, no fuck, stop" turns into "uh uh unh mnnfuckkkk nooo pleaaaase" the more he pounds me. My little pussy getting wetter and puffier with the abuse.
My boyfriend comes closer to the bed to get a better view. He tells me I'm being so good and how I should be thanking him. Whores love to be raped. He orders the man to make me cum. I start crying even harder from the rough treatment when the man starts rubbing my tdick so hard it burns. I should be dry, I should be only in pain, but i can feel the orgasm winding in me.
My poor pussy is so pink and sore already, it can't take much more of this. My boyfriend tells me it won't stop until I cum on my rapists cock and it's not long until I do. Only it doesn't stop. Ecstasy turns to overstimulation. I'm thrashing and broken moans and sobs fall out of me uncontrollably.
My boyfriend says I'm starting to enjoy this too much. He says he needs to remind me how scared I should be. He tells the stranger to cum inside my little hole. My blood runs cold as I register what he's saying and I scream that he can't. I try to push the man off of me but he's got me like a vice. Tears run down my cheeks more as he keeps my legs up and apart, preventing me from even wiggling let alone escaping.
I'm still so sensitive and feel like I'm breaking, he's going to tear me in half. I feel his cock twitch inside of me and I'm so scared, my pleas turn into babbling. I'm so overstimulated I can't help but clench down on his too big cock, inadvertently milking him harder.
My boyfriend tells the man to cum inside me now, to get me pregnant. I scream for them to stop, he can't. You can't do this to me PLEASE. But the onslaught continues. I realize he's going to make us both cum at once and there's nothing I can do about it. I'm quickly being brought to my peak again when the stranger grunts lowly, like a snarl. He fucks me through his orgasm and the rest of mine. I feel his hot thick cum enter me and get pushed deep into my womb.
My boyfriend smiles and tells me I'm a good boy and I should be glad to get knocked up since I like getting raped so much. I whimper and moan because deep down I know it's true. My consolation is that it's over now, his seed inside me and I've admitted to being a whore.
And then my boyfriend leans in and whispers that it's not over. He paid the man to fuck me as much as he wants for the next 12 hours, whether I'm awake or asleep. Even if I pass out I'll wake up to a cock violating my cunt, fucking me out. I can't even protest, I'm so fucked out already I just moan something that almost sounds like a "NO" but you really can't be sure.
And God his cock is so big, if I look down I can see it stretching me and bulging out of my stomach, grinding my pathetic hole. My boyfriend enjoys a relaxing evening of seeing me get fucked in any position he pleases all night. My cunt loves being raped and my tears prove it.
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