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YOU GIVE IT ALL FUCKER 👏👏👏👏
Look at yourself faggot, covered in throat and dick slime, fighting for air cause u just love my cock that much. Imagine if your bf could see u rn… would he be shocked, or would he kiss u harder than ever before? Let’s find out. *click*
🔥🔥🔥
You know he's straight.
You know he's merely queerbaiting you.
You know that if you keep following him to the locker room in hope to be able to get lost in his sweaty, hairy butt crack, you'll probably found several other jocks already waiting and ready to tie you down to the bench and piss at you or inflicting all sorts of heinous prank on you.
But as expected from a dumb horny faggot like you, you let your cock do the thinking so you'll follow him and brace yourself for the consequences of letting your fag clit controls your entire sense of judgment
I thought Asher was supposed to be protective of his little brother Avi but instead, he let himself get captured alongside Avi and now both are at the mercy of the creamery. Avi feels so betrayed by Asher for being in this position. How do the wranglers work them over?
Angel 1 shackled on all-fours.
Angel 2 tied spreadeagle.
Angel 1 bucking and snorting as the fuck machine drills his hole.
Angel 2 flinching and squirming as the feather men tickle his pits, nubs, and toes.
Angel 1 grunting and shooting thick cream into his pump as the milking machine jacks him off.
Angel 2 moaning and spurting gloopy milk into his pump as the milking machine sucks him raw.
Angel 1 burning with impotent rage at the sight of his younger bro spread out giggling hysterically at the mercy of the feathers and pump.
Angel 2 cringing with grossed-out distress at the sight of his older bro on his hands and knees being milked like a farm animal.
Angel 1 trying not to look at the large tank of his younger bro's freshly-harvested milk. so much cum
Angel 2 disgusted by the unbelievable quantity of cream in his older bro's huge tank. ew so thick
Angel 1's produce being spooned into jars.
Angel 2's dairy being poured into bottles.
Both Angels powerless to stop the men from taking all their seed... relentlessly... repeatedly... endlessly...
It’s not even close. I‘m trapped!🔒🚫🚽
He was told to wear his yellow speedo and meet him at the pool. He knew what that meant of course, they both did. He thought for a minute. He was so tired of hiding. He knew it was time so he did what he was told to do. Everyone was looking at him. He just smiled and walked by. When he got to him he asked him if he’d like a pic. He kissed him on the lips, told him how proud he was of him, and then one of his friends took this picture. It’s the first one of him in public caged, like a faggot should be.
So dang cute! The boy, the bikini and the cage!
So, so cute
do you think… maybe… i might be able to cum soon Sir?
Oh… no not for awhile boy. *reaching down and caressing his boys face*
*curling up his toes* how long is awhile Master?
A week longer than last time you asked sweetie.
Master! *pouting*
What boy? You want to please me don’t you?
yes Sir :(
Denying you pleases me. So you see… you don’t really want to cum… Do you?
*looking down* no Sir… i guess not? :(
Good. Then I guess we don’t need to talk about it again any time soon do we?
*nostrils flaring and pouting* no Sir
On that topic though I’m feeling a little horny myself. I’m in the mood for some anal. I think you need a good hard ass fucking. Don’t you?
yes Master if you think so Sir
I do. Now up on the bed on all fours, spread your hole for me.
yes Master
Listen with headphones on continual loop play mode and come to switch self into RUBBER SLAVE !
TIP 4U: observe on some spirals published before, efect will be stronger ;)
LoBOTTOMized: Part 1
———————————————————————————————————– I haven’t posted anything in ages. If you like this story, send me a message with some feedback. If I see enough demand I’ll continue it. Need that sweet motivation ;p
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Luke stared at the neatly wrapped brown paper package on his bed. Over the past few weeks there had been a dramatic shift in the behaviour and attitude of the men in his dormitory hall. It was just a few guys acting weirdly at first, but now practically everyone had begun walking the hallways with paranoia and introversion. Several of his buddies, that were usually so loud and outgoing, had all but boarded themselves in their rooms and artfully refused or dodged his attempts to hang out with them.
This all started when that package showed up. Luke knew it was somehow involved. He had come home late one afternoon from practice to find it sitting outside his door with no identifying information on it, other than a tag with his name. In his desperation to pass out and enter a vegetative Netflix induced coma he had tossed it aside where it had become buried beneath mountains of dirty clothing.
He thought he was being silly, but at the same time he was a little hesitant to unknot the little twine that secured the paper packaging in place. He gave into his curiosity and tore it open to reveal its colourful contents. He burst out laughing at what he found. Inside was a fuchsia pink lycra jockbrief. On the waistband, in big bold letters, it read “BOTTOM BOY”. Relief washed over him as he figured one of his stupid friends had just sent it to him to mess around with him. His friend Kyle was always playing pranks on him and this definitely fit his modus operandi. Rapidly losing his sense of distrust he pulled up and stretched the fabric in a few different directions. He felt like an idiot to think this is what had caused the change in behaviour with his friends. It was probably just that exam season was rapidly approaching. A sly thought slipped into his head.
He slid his shorts down his muscular thighs leaving him fully naked. He quickly pulled on the faggy jockstrap and snapped the waistband against his abs, carefully fixing the leg straps around his high and tight bubble butt. Immediately he felt something off about the underwear. He liked the stretchy lycra material, but It had a strange pocket inside the pouch where he figured he had to stuff his junk. It also appeared to be at least a size too small, cutting into his ass and making it squish obscenely out the back. Disregarding this, he opened snapchat and went over to his mirror to strike a seductive pose. He turned to the side and stuck out his ass to emphasize its impressive size. He thought Kyle would get a laugh out of that, probably expecting Luke just to see the jockstrap and throw it out and give him hell about it later.
While he was waiting for his friend’s inevitable snarky reply he took a moment to appreciate the hard work he had put into his body. He was attractive by anyone’s standards. Blue eyes, messy brown hair, and a killer smile. A perk of being on the swim team meant his skin always kept a golden glow from all his swim meets in the sun. He was proud of the progress he had made on his pecs, which now stood out as two hard platforms from his chest, and the definite V shape his core had. He had never really paid much attention to his ass, but wearing this skimpy jockstrap really showed him how blessed he was. His perky globes sat nicely atop large and defined quads. He easily could have been an underwear model. Especially with the humongous size of his bulge that he was now mindlessly tugging through the stretchy material. He was actually starting to become accustomed to the underwear, so much so that he was considering wearing it for his girlfriend, were it not for the giant print on the waistband declaring him a bottom boy fag.
His thoughts were violently interrupted when Kyle started blowing up his phone with texts. He smiled while opening up his messaging app thinking his friend would be paying him out over the photo. Instead, it was something much worse. His smile quickly faded. He read the four texts.
“TAKE THEM OFF NOW.” “I THOUGHT IT WAS JUST ME”
“I CAN’T FUCKING GET IT OFF ME!!!!”
“IM COMING OVER”
Kyle’s texts confused Luke at first. He thought he was being ridiculous until he tried to tug down his underwear. He tried softly at first but instantly felt the fabric resist. It was as if it was actively clinging on to his skin. He tugged harder and was met with equally opposing resistance. He laughed out loud nervously, thinking how ludicrous this situation was. It couldn’t be real. He tossed his phone aside and attempted to give it a real try. He couldn’t even peel the waistband off his abs. He gripped the jockstrap at all the angles he could fathom. Pulling the fabric out at his bulge, pulling at the straps across his ass (which just violently stretched and snapped back), and tugging the underwear desperately down his thighs. It made no difference, they would not budge an inch. Panic began to set in.
He ran to his study desk and opened the top draw, pulling out a pair of scissors. The material should easily be cut. He tried to slip one of the scissor blades up the leg hole of the undies but he couldn’t separate it from his skin. He tried pulling and bunching the fabric up and cutting it but it suddenly felt like he was cutting chainmail, not soft stretchy lycra. He grabbed one of the ass straps and tried to cut it. He struggled and used his body weight against the scissors and his desk as they refused to cut the strap. He pushed so hard the scissors snapped in half without doing an ounce of damage to the jockstrap. He swore.He didn’t know what the hell was happening. Amongst his confusion he began to feel something shift around his groin.
Luke always had a big, thick cock. Soft it was 6 inches and still half as thick as a can. His balls were also perfectly in proportion to his dick, nicely large and egg shaped. His bulge was prominent and stood out proudly from his crotch in the tight jockstrap. Now however, he felt the fabric around his dick and balls begin to twist and contort. The weird pouch that held his package began to rapidly shrink and start to squish his penis and testicles. He screamed at the sudden painful compacting sensation and cupped his bulge. The feeling began to shift from pain to pleasure as the material around his dick and balls began to shrink in rhythmic pulses. His cock involuntarily began to twitch and get hard in the jockstrap as it fought against the tightening fabric. With each shrinking pulse he let out a moan. The pleasure was becoming so intense he started to lose composure and had to lean back against his desk for support. He could feel that his dick was at it’s full hard 9 inches in the underwear. As the front of the jockstrap shrunk away, the tightening material pushed his hard dick downwards so that it was flattening his balls against his body and the main portion of his cock was being forced down between his thighs, right up against his taint, like how he heard drag queens tuck away their dicks. He kept pawing at his dick in a frenzy trying to loosen the material and stop what it was doing but it had no effect. The pulses began to slow as the pouch in the front of the jockstrap had virtually disappeared. Luke didn’t want to look down. He felt the most horrible unnatural sensation coming from his crotch. He slowly felt the front of his underwear and It confirmed his worst fear.
The material was tight and silky like lycra again but gone was his once big bulge. Where his dick and balls should have been was now just a flat, smooth bump. His dick was still painfully hard but because of the way it was being forced between his legs, it was completely inaccessible to him. When he pushed and rubbed his crotch he felt a numb pressure. He could get a small amount of pleasure from trying to stimulate his dick but it was a ghostly echo of what it used to feel like. He knew in his heart that whatever had happened with this fucked up jockstrap, it was permanent. He would never be able to use or get off from his dick again. As he rubbed his bump he started to feel tears welling in his eyes. How would he explain this to anyone!? His girlfriend…his swim team…it was all a nightmare.
Before he could contemplate his situation further, he heard a vigorous knocking on his door. He had completely forgot Kyle was coming over. He ran over and pulled up his shorts, taking a quick glimpse in the mirror how differently they fit with no bulge in the crotch. Suddenly, seemingly from inside his own head he heard a booming voice.
“YOU ARE A BOTTOM BOY. LUKE IS NO MORE. YOU ARE JUST A HOLE FOR COCK. YOU ARE A BOTTOM BOY. LUKE IS NO MORE. YOU ARE JUST A HOLE FOR COCK.”
Secrets - All the boys
Warning: bondage/gagging/toys/lots of cum
You’d think the five boys from One Direction were clean cut and naïve and innocent with catchy factory made bubblegum pop music and angelic demeanors.
You’re wrong.
Oh so very wrong. They had a secret that only the five of them guarded with steel will and unwavering determination. It was a dark secret that if anyone had found out about would make there heads spin to try and wrap around the whole idea.
That secret was filthy and evil and made blood rush to certain extremities when it was even brought up between the five and all there would be seen was a torrent of clothes being ripped off and wandering mouths and hands.
“To the dungeon. Now.” Niall declared to his band mates on the tour bus that was taking them to another venue a state over.
The four others didn’t even bother asking or say anything as they all simultaneously began to take off their shirts and kick off their sweat pants and jeans.
In the back room of the bus was a veritable dungeon. Complete with blacked out windows and nothing adorning the walls. But right in the center was a reinforced swing with straps to hook ankles and wrists. Niall’s swing.
He had a fetish for being abused. He loved to feel his friends destroy his insides and leave him a cum drenched sweating mess swinging and swaying from the ceiling. And he was insatiable.
He followed after the four stripping down to nothing as his cock began to swell and harden. Walking into the room he watched as the four began preparing themselves, Louis with his favorite nipple clamps that left his chest red and puffy and testing out the batteries to his favorite black vibrator. Harry was busy putting on his cock ring and leather chaps always saying he loved the smooth feel against his thighs.
Liam and Zayn were helping each other between very heated tongue thrashing kisses to wear their matching cuffs on their wrists complete with metal studs that left deep scratches and welts to anyone on the wrong side of them. Niall made his way over to the swing and positioned himself and cuffed his wrists in and lifted his legs in the braces with palpable anticipation.
“Okay boys. Tie me in.” He let out like this was the most normal thing to do with your best mates. Get strapped in and beaten to a pulp by four equally impressive cocks and be prodded and filled with everything they had to offer.
Liam and Zayn moved over letting their studded bracelets to scratch across his ankles and hastily clasped his thin ankles into the swing making it tight so that when they were finished his feet were numb. Harry had made his way up to Niall’s head and slammed his cock down his throat, rigid and long with the stretchy foreskin and throbbing due to the ring.
Louis was pulling the chain connected to his nipples as his mouth was working the light pink nipples of Niall and pumping his own shaft letting out tiny moans and whimpers. Liam was on his knees and lapping at Niall’s hole that was so desperate for punishment, hands hooked around his thighs, and Zayn was gargling his balls above him letting them slip and slide around his mouth getting them soaked with saliva. They didn’t need to speak or be told what to do to him they knew what he liked. Torture. Pushed to the brink of madness. Unsolicited pleasure.
“Fuck. So good Ni.” Harry moaned out as he continued thrusting into his blond friend, his cheeks hollowed out to increase the suction along Harry’s nine-inch monster. The precum was painting his throat and rubbing it raw with each intrusion and he gagged and sputtered with the invading dick.
Louis was still pumping his own shaft and neglecting his puffy nipples while licking stripes all along Niall’s pale torso making sure to nip at each sensitive bud on his pecs. He’d work from his collarbones and nibble on those to trail all the way down to his cock and swirl his tongue around the head all still pumping the seven-inch length and wrist like thickness. Niall was girthy to say the least. And Louis was a pro at doing multiple things with his hands and mouth making Niall whimper in the swing.
Liam had full blown delved into the heat of his friend and wiggled his tongue around with practiced ease getting the rim of muscle to clamp and clench around it every few moments. He’d stick a finger then two with each lick and prod making sure to rub heavy friction against his walls and have him spluttering around Harry’s length that continued to bombard his mouth. Zayn had taken it upon himself since Niall was being thoroughly worked over to suckle and devour Liam’s ten-inch behemoth of a cock while working his own olive skinned eight-inch member. Down on his knees and ducked under the hanging body of Niall, Zayn was swallowing as much of Liam as he could while still working himself over with his soft hand.
The heavy panting and swearing mixed like a concoction of lust and debauchery around them. Zayn’s head bobbing up and down on Liam’s member making him groan as he fingered and ate Niall’s hole. Niall moaning around Harry’s ever increasing thrusts into his mouth and Louis working the rest of his body while jerking himself off.
They stayed like that with only minor changes in positions so that Louis was now on his knees and sucking Niall’s cock into his mouth and pulling on his nipple clamps sending vibrations through the Irish boy with each sound or hum around him. Zayn was going back and forth between the crushing length of Liam and the thick cock of Louis, eight inches like his but had this amazing foreskin that covered the entire head when pulled forward. Harry still berated Niall’s throat making him gag and lose oxygen with each push forward.
“Louis. Now.” Niall grumbled out pulling off Harry’s cock. The curly haired boy went over to their chest of goodies that was kept under lock and key to hand Louis the vibrator he had been toying with earlier and took out a purple butt plug that Harry had named ‘Barney’ and flicked it to life.
The vibrator and plug buzzed to life and Louis made his way between Niall’s legs. Liam and Zayn had moved out of the way with Liam now pressing his reddened cock with the thick foreskin into Niall’s mouth and Zayn bending over to suck in the Irish boy’s cock.
“You ready for this you little slut?” Louis purred out already knowing the answer. Not waiting for any indication he took the plastic phallic shaped device and pushed it all the way in with no warning. Niall clamped down around the vibrator and whimpered out with his back arching and Liam moaned feeling the suction around his member double. Zayn choked and spit flowed out of his mouth to cover Niall’s shaft as he continued to push it farther down his esophagus.
Louis spit on the vibrator as he pulled it out to grease it up more and forcefully jammed it back inside the quivering Irish boy. Harry had made his way back over with the large butt plug, probably the size of his fist and a bottle of tingling lube, pouring some around where Louis was stabbing his tunnel and coating the vibrating plug in his hand. He set it down on Niall’s stomach and the vibrations made his abs flex and throat expand as Liam shoved his entire shaft down it.
Harry threw one leg over him to straddle him with the plug held down with one hand and he slowly sunk down upon it. The vibrations making his insides quiver and that sweet spot tremble with constant waves of pleasure and sin. He rolled his hips a few times to let the point of the plug spread him open before the entire thing disappeared inside him with only the base being seen. He sat on Niall and let out a deep guttural moan and leaned forward to bite Niall’s nipple hard enough to strike blood and it stuck out so vividly against his pale skin.
“Oh fuck yeah, so fucking good.” Harry moaned out licking at the crimson streak running down his chest. Louis was busy swirling the vibrator inside Niall making him quiver and shake suspended in the air, the hard tip would nod and press against his prostate sending flashes of white and static through his head. Liam was still choking him with his length getting tears to form in his eyes and Zayn was adamantly swallowing Niall’s now aching member while pumping his own.
They switched again at the insistence of Niall and a raw “fuck me” escaping his lips as he tried to catch his breath. Now it was Liam who went back to his post and pushed around the lube that stained the puckering hole and pushed in with one motion. All ten inches plunging into wet heat that made his head fall back and bite his bottom lip. Louis was now leaning over Niall and his still slightly seeping wound and began nibbling on his other nipple while Harry positioned behind him. He lubed up two fingers with the discarded bottle and slammed them into the oldest band member making him yelp and roll his ass around the intruding digits.
Zayn had taken over Liam’s position-he preferred getting sucked off compared to anything-and let Niall lick the underside of his leaking cock and suckle his balls before ramming his member down Niall’s abused throat. No amount of vocal rest and tea was going to soothe this sore throat that’s for damn sure. Liam snapped his hips making the swing sway and Niall’s body ricochet from him with each deafening slap of his balls against Niall’s worn bum.
Zayn leaned over to grab the dangling chain of Louis’ nipple clamps and tugged on them making the boy hiss in satisfaction while Harry added a third flexible finger brushing his insides and making his squirm. All five boys connected to each other by skin and sex and blinded passion
“Fuck me Harry, oh god fuck me!” Louis bellowed out. His body being pushed forward against Niall’s hanging frame that was being filled in both ends by unforgiving cock. Harry stood up and slicked his cock up with his hand while the other left bruising fingerprints against Louis’ tan hip and pushed only the head in allowing the boy to get used to that aching burn and spread of his hole and slipped inside with minimal difficulty.
And that’s how this happened.
Harry would plow into Louis, both of his massive hands gripping those curvaceous hips and his plug sending Earth shattering vibrations through his entire being, the sweat pouring down his back and dampening his leather chaps. Louis would be using Niall as a brace to hold himself up and would bite and lap at his nipples and torso while being plundered by the second biggest cock in the room. Liam would dive deep inside Niall’s passage and leave him a limping mess of Irish and bliss. And Zayn would fuck his throat with resounding pressure and need.
All of them vying to get that final release. And that final release would be painting Niall white.
Zayn was the first to go. Niall’s throat tightened around him and his tongue flicked the tip each time it was pulled out and Zayn’s hand was tight in his hair with the metal studs of his bracelet scratching the boy’s scalp. He muttered out a “fuck” as he pulled out of Niall’s mouth quickly and furiously beat his cock with his free hand and dumped a thick load across the boy’s puffy lips and face. His body shuddered and Niall began to lick the droplets that were still pulsing forth from his twitching dick.
Liam was the next to go. The collapsing of Niall over and over around him paired with the heat that he internally created had him seeing stars and the sight of Zayn spilling out into his mouth and covering his face sent him over the edge. He pulled out getting a whine of protest from Niall before jerking himself off to shoot seven spurts of semen across Niall and Louis. His cum splashed up the boy’s torso and hit Louis in the face as well making the oldest boy gasp and pump himself with Zayn still tugging on his nipple chain.
Louis was the next to go. One hand wrapped around himself and Harry destroying his tunnel with beatings to his prostate and Liam’s thick sperm now staining his cheeks had him releasing, standing up, he shot across Niall’s chest and stomach adding to the mess of semen and sweat and sin.
Harry feeling the tunnel of Louis clamp and clench around him had him jerking his hips erratically before hastily pulling out and removing his cock ring to finally explode. Louis took Harry in his hand and the scorching hot cock of his was beaten to submission letting out his load across a cum covered Niall who only purred and his own dick twitched in neglect.
“I got him this time.” Louis declared out. Always the leader.
Harry was taking out his vibrating plug and removing his chaps with Liam and Zayn standing and kissing slowly in the corner. The pair brushing their cocks together as they began softening.
Louis knelt down between Niall’s pale legs and with one hand brought his pinkish cock to his lips and swallowed him with ease. His other hand had pressed three slender fingers into the abused boy and began milking his prostate and scissoring him open getting him to writhe and pull on his restraints. His head bobbed up and down slurping and sucking the foreskin between his lips and massaging his sopping wet balls with one hand while the other still twisted and pushed his canal walls.
“Oh fuck Lou!” Niall hollered out feeling that pull in his gut and he collapsed around Louis’ fingers as his orgasm was ripped out of him. Louis popped his mouth off to begin beating the now pulsating cock of Niall and all watched as the Irish boy cried out and ribbons of himself shot across his already soaking frame. Louis continued to finger and pump the whimpering boy until he was told to stop.
Louis undid the ankle ties seeing how his feet had tinted blue and Liam helped walk Niall to the shower with his band members’ spunk racing down his chest and stomach. Liam kissed him on the cheek and set about making sure the water was hot enough to wash away the filth and debauchery that had just transpired.
Oh yes, they had a very dark secret
The Awakening Part 2:
Tom’s eyes rolled to the back of his head. The pleasure was unbearable, incomprehensible, he felt his brain shutting down from the overstimulation. His dick felt like it was going to explode. His mouth began to drool. As if on autopilot, he started to push his ass back on the finger, slowly fucking himself on it.
“WHaa…sdmmmm….beeeell” Tom moaned unintelligibly.
“There we go Tom, good boy. Isn’t this much more fun?”
Tom just kept mindlessly, rhythmically pushing his ass up and down on the man’s finger.
“Now that you’re far more agreeable, let me outline how this works. I’m going to leave you with a special butt plug. If you cum while this butt plug is in your cunt, that big fat cock of yours will shrink and NEVER get hard again. Don’t worry though, you can still have an orgasm…it will just be through anal stimulation only, from your pussy. You can cum too from an anal orgasm…but you won’t cum like a normal man, it will just dribble out of your pitiful flaccid clit. That’s how pussyboys get off, from serving real men with your pussy because only they have a real cock. However, if you somehow manage not to cum with the butt plug shoved up your pussy in the next 24 hours, you will forget any of this happened and continue with your normal life fucking girls. Believe me, it would be a miracle if that happens though, I have never been wrong about a pussyboy. All those before you ended up embracing what they truly are once they were awakened. So many years repressed and afraid of their true self, compensating their insecurities with bravado and hyper-masculinity. Once fucking a new girl every night, now happily limp dicked and serving a true male. With that face and that body, you’re going to make a master very happy one day”
Tom was just moaning and nodding, enjoying the sensation of the finger pumping in and out of his ass. His hole was incredibly wet and slippery, like it began to self-lubricate. He was subconsciously soaking up everything the man was saying.
“If you do accept your life as a pussyboy, I will find you and help you transition…but for now my job here is done”
With that Tom felt the finger in his ass disappear and become replaced with an incredible feeling of emptiness and longing. The pleasure stopped and he regained control of his body. His dick stopped leaking pre-cum and went soft again. The man was gone. Tom stood there in his room with his boxers and jeans around his ankles, bare assed to the world, in a puddle of liquid. He couldn’t seem to remember what he was doing or how he got there. Everything was blurry. He quickly pulled up his jeans and zipped them up. On his bed he noticed something strange, a brown package. He couldn’t remember anyone delivering it though.
He opened the box and couldn’t believe what was inside. It was a bright pink massive butt plug. Inscribed on the base was “sissy slut”. Tom’s shock faded to laughter as he thought one of his frat brothers must have put it in here as a joke. He was still uneasy about it, but oddly curious. He felt a faint humming coming from his ass when he looked at it. Nervously, he picked it up and threw it in the trash deciding to forget about it. He had an assignment to do for university so he sat down at his computer.
He couldn’t focus his thoughts. His mind kept drifting to the pink butt plug. He wondered why gay guys liked taking dick and how they could like having something like that up their ass. The buzzing in his ass was growing stronger though. Almost like it wanted something in it. He tried to start his assignment again and failed. He gave up and went over to his bin. He could try sitting on it, he thought. No one would have to know he did it. He could just try it one time and forget about it…just to see what it was like.
He lubed up the plug and pulled down his jeans. He bent over his bed and pushed the plug up to his hole. Suddenly, the plug thrust forward by itself and pushed into his ass violently, slipping right out of his hands. He yelled in shock as it lodged into his ass. To his surprise there was no pain, only an extremely satisfying feeling of fullness as it stretched out his ass. His shock turned into bliss and he let out a deep moan with his dick becoming immediately hard.
“What the fuck is this thing!?” he moaned as he arched his bubble butt. He tried to pull the plug out but it wouldn’t budge. With all his strength he kept tugging at it but it was not coming out.
“Shit, shit, shit! What am I gonna do!?” Tom frantically yelled.
His dick was so hard and he subconsciously started to jerk it. He began to feel movement in his ass. The toy was moving by itself! It suddenly plunged deeper into his ass and smashed into his prostate. Tom gasped in pleasure and fell forward on the bed.
“OWWWW FUCKKK!” he screamed, completely unable to process anything else other than the pleasure emanating from his ass. The toy began to pull out and push back in to his hole, fucking him rhythmically and powerfully. He could see the plug going in and out of his ass in the mirror.
“Oh yes! Fuck YEAH! MY ASS! OH MY FUCKING GOD!” he didn’t care anymore if it was wrong. It felt so amazing that he just decided to give into the pleasure. He started stroking his cock and that’s when a strange voice popped into his head.
“Give up your cock Tom, you know you want to. Give in to the pleasure. You want to be a fuck toy. You want a limp, mini dick. You want to be a mindless bimbo. Just give it up”
Tom had no idea where the voice came from but he felt a part of him resisting.
“No! I….get this out…my ass….I can’t! I don’t want” the plug slammed his prostate “oooooo ahhhh a limp dick” the plug slammed again “fuck! I DON’T WANT A LIMP DICK!”
Despite what he was saying he kept jerking his cock harder and harder and he could feel an orgasm welling. The plug started to fuck him with an increased intensity.
The strange voice responded.
“Yes, you do Tom. You want a big fat bubble butt and a tiny, useless dick. Come on, give in. You want to ride giant cocks and moan like a whore for real men. You want your ass to be your pleasure organ, not that pathetic dick. Give it up!”
“Gahh!! UGNNN AHHH NO! PLEASE. OH FUCK…FUCK….YEAH…FUCK MY ASS…FUCK MY PUSSY! UHHHHGGGG!”
Tom couldn’t hold back any more. All his mental defences shattered and he let out a giant scream as he came. Cum exploded from his cock in a long stream. As it was coming out, his dick was rapidly deflating, becoming a tiny little numb. He was gasping and moaning and heard his voice jumping up octaves, to a high pitched squeal. He felt a strange sensation in his ass as it started to expand and bubble out even more. The pink butt plug didn’t stop ramming his ass, the intensity just decreased to a constant slow in and out movement.
Tom was gasping for air, still bent over his bed. He stood up and grabbed at his small, limp dick in horror.
“No, like, this can’t be real!” he squealed in his newly hyper-feminine voice. He reached around to his ass and had to pull his big cheeks apart to see the pink butt plug still plunging in and out. The words “sissy slut” still visible on the base. He quickly started jerking his dick and started thinking about the girls he’d fucked but nothing was happening. Nothing could get him hard. He was still slightly overwhelmed by the sensations in his ass but he was trying to pull his thoughts together. His mind felt hazy, it was hard for him to think. Only short simple phrases seemed to be coming to him.
“There, there, princess” a voice suddenly said from behind him. He spun around to face a man that seemed oddly familiar.
“No use tugging that little clit anymore, its days of fun are over. Come here.”
Tom immediately obeyed the command, like it was natural. The man pulled out a small black thong and ordered Tom to slip into it. The string wedged up his ass and held the butt plug in place.
“Now who’s a good girl?” the man smiled and laughed.
Tell us exactly what’s happening to Angel 2 rn
*checks live feed for Angel 2's milking room*
Right now Angel 2 is strapped naked into a milking chair, his legs raised up and spread wide, furiously grunting protests and insults through a large red ball-gag, his sweaty chest heaving as he pants in exhaustion, vibrating clamps on his supple nubs, a fuck machine ploughing his exposed (shaved) hole, milking machine draining a copious quantity of loads from his twitching erection, while a couple of guys work on his bare feets, one of them lightly tickling his soles with a feather while the other nibbles on his toes. His tank appears to be approximately one-third full of good quality cream.
Life is better for preppy rugby boys selected by the institute!
Inspired by @preppymuscleboys
Used pictures of @tysonhimbo
"Your new life begins today Vincent, you are now a pristine preppy boy. I've taken the liberty of upgrading your wardrobe. You will only wear collard shirt from now on. Pastel polos always tucked in. Chinos and loafers, your nice belts. It all feels so much better on you, don't you agree?" "Yes Sir" Vincent said, with a wide smile emanating from his face. There wasn't a single thought other than total obedience, and that was so swell, just how he liked it. It was just earlier that day that the rugged boy who went by the name "chaz" had run into a well dressed older man. He was dressed in a crisp white shirt, blue tie and jacket all tailored to him. He spotted the boy trying to act tough, trying to be cool. Once the older man, now known as "Master" had hypnotized Chaz on the spot, he began to reprogram him and change his life for the better. His new name was Vincent, it suited him much better. He lived with Master as his obedient servant, nothing but obedience for good preppy boys like him. Of course his wardobe had to change, tracksuits and ripped jeans are not suitable for a good preppy boy. Pink polos now lined his new wardrobe. Beige chinos lay neatly pressed, waiting to have a belt wrapped tightly around them. Oxford shirts, crisp white shirts, all ready to be worn on a different occasion.
But most importantly was masters brainwashing. 3 hours, daily, of course. Nothing less to make Vincent the perfect obedient boy he is suppposed to be. He always wears his preppy uniform now, his favorite is the pink polos, because it makes him feel even more submissive. It matches the pink cage that master put on him to help his training.
His hair is slicked back using the strongest hypno gel. Not a strand is ever out of place, just how master likes it. Vincent is his servant, and toy for when Master invites other dominant men around to use Vincent, and Vincent loves every second of it. It deepens his training, being used while dressed properly and locked up.
At the Gym his polos are tight fitting to show of his muscles, a good preppy boy should be in shape after all. But he always looks formal.
Vincent ran into one of his older friends once, and they were rather confused as to what had happened, but seeing Vincents blissed out face and demanour, they were intrigued. So Vincent invited them back to Masters house, where after examination by master, they were put in a deep trance and made to be just like Vincent. Masters army will continue to grow, if you ever run into a pristine preppy boy, you could be next...
Before and after their Personalities were corrected after time with @hypnoprep
Style changed to perfect Stepford preppy men.
Sport changed to Equestrian.
Always a reblog
Another classic breath play video.. Struggle for me boy.