kick me i cry

🎂1995, ftm (female to mutt) Minors do NOT interact

[masokissed-mutt]

Use me, break me, make me beg for more💖🐶🦴

Made a side blog for some darker fantasy stuff. Everything I write and reblog is fiction and for spicey entertainment purposes. Purple will be my "out of character" color

Claimed anons: 🦴

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Imagine you live on the outskirts of a worn down, rusty town. You step out on to your partially rotted back deck holding your first bottle of beer of the morning. Step onto the patchy lawn, feel your boot sink into the damp but crusty dirt, and walk out towards a crude plywood dog house in one corner of your yard. Faded red paint is peeling off the sides and dark green mossy shingles barely stay attatched to the roof.

Yank hard on the heavy rusty chained snaking through the entrance and you'll drag me out with it. Naked, battered, and whining, I'll be trying to pull at the prongs of the collar digging into the soft skin of my neck. I feel it especially intense on the hickies and bite marks for the night before.

What happens next is entirely up to you💖

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Im a nothing but a pathetic ftm mutt in heat that exists for the pleasure of Masters, Sirs, Daddies, and anyone else in need of Service. Im attracted to masculine people and men, but i have no right to refuse service to a woman that demands it either. Please send me your fantasies and threats in my ask box! I'd be so honored to be abused and masterbated with.

My pronouns are he/him, but I really like it/it's in kink.

Please read below the cut to see my kinks, terms, and limits!

Yes Please!!:

Chastity , bondage

Master / slave

CNC , noncon , rape fantasy

faucest (dadxson mostly)

Kidnapping , abduction

objectification

Degrading language

impact play

Pet play

Hierarchical societies and world building

Terms:

For me: mutt, pup, bitch, cunt, boy, fag

For my anatomy: breasts, tits, dick, tdick, clit, cunt, hole

Im not personally into detrans stuff, but it doesn't trigger me either. If it brings you pleasure youre welcome to call be things like fakeboy, girl, and woman. You may degrade me for being trans.

Hard Limits:

Racism , race play

scat

Piss

vomit

Necrophilia / death

Rimming

[fairygoat]

[bigdroolybeast]

I have this fantasy in which I'm basically a chew toy for a pack. They need an outlet ! One of us has to do it, and since I'm the smallest and the less masculine, it's my time to shine.

So every time there's a problem, a conflict, anything that could lead to a huge fight, they turn to me instead. There's no warning, no heads-up, they just shove themselves into me and bite my neck so I don't move. They take turns, but sometimes they're impatient, so they're just trying to get in by any means necessary.

🧸 (hi I'm a t guy and I love your list of kinks 👋)

Well the mutts gotta relieve themselves somehow! What better way than a compliant sweet bottom who is more than willing to just spread for them at moment's notice. You're constantly contorted in various positions and you get accustomed to having a mouth full of earth when you're suddenly shoved down because somebody got beaten in a hunt and feels emasculated. Every once in a while they let you try for upgraded pack status. The guys form a ring as you and one of the smaller guys who barely made the cut go toe to toe. You're scrappy but he's desperate to keep his place. Most of the time it's a clean beat but when the pack feels it's getting too close they always find a way to sabotage you, lest they lose their favorite toy.

You go down hard and quick and before you can even really catch you're breath you've got a handful of sweaty hairy mongrels swarming you, shoving the heads of their cocks against you mouth and ass, excited and ready to remind you of your place. Maybe next time they'll let you win. Maybe next time you'll get treated as an equal. But the likelihood of that fades with every thrust and every smack. Frankly, you're just addictive

[wired-for-weird]

hey what if I was a big quadruped beast and you were impaled on me, tied up tight against my belly so that with every step my cock jolted inside of you, making you come until you passed out. what then.

[wired-for-weird]

what if you regained consciousness just long enough to realise you were pinned to the ground with my full weight on top of you, lazily rutting into you for what must have been hours, and your panicked squirming and thrashing is what gets me to spill inside you, filling you til it drips down your legs. what would you do about that.

[bratbeateragain]

sending me porn you want to do with me is a valid way of flirting

[masokissed-mutt]

Like, yeah yeah, strange man drags me into an ally to assault and violate you. That in itself is fun to fantasize about

But what about after all of that?

He finally gets his fill and leaves you buised and limp behind a dumpster. Any bags or valuables you had were looted, clothes ripped and torn, barely in one piece. No phone, no money, no hope of getting home without being seen in the disgusting state you were left in. Your head is pounding as the events keep replaying. Your assailant's cum sticks to your mouth, between your legs, and across you chest. It almost feels like his cock is still jammed down your bruise throat. It takes awhile before your legs feel steady enough to stand.

But then what? As you rise to your feet, more cum drips from your holes and down your leg, what used to be your clothes almost fall off your body. You cant actually walk all the way to your apartment like that, could you? With alf of your chest completely bare? With your ass easily accessible to anyone you may pass?

[falltothesun]

Oh to be a shaking brand new employee, on his first business trip with his boss, getting to a hotel after a bustling day of meetings, ready to decompress, when his boss just follows him into the hotel room.

Oh, to blink owlishly at his boss after hearing his command: "on your knees," and stutter out a "P-pardon me, sir?" even though he knew exactly what was happening. His boss knows it too, and a bit of pressure on his shoulder was all that was needed to make him crumple to the floor.

"Th-this wasn't on the job description," he mumbles, barely heard over the clinking of the boss' belt as it's undone.

"Your contract explicitly stipulates 'any extra duties as directed by manager'," the boss answers. His cock falls out of his neatly pressed slacks, and it slaps across the young man's face. "Open your mouth."

Oh, to have a throat full of boss' cock, head held in place as it slides in and out past his lips.

Oh, to be lifted to his feet, only to be spun around. Jacket and shirt torn off, pushed onto the bed, ass up and pants yanked down to his ankles. His belt is slid out of the loops on his pants and refastened around his wrists, which rest on the small of his back.

Oh, to feel a cockhead slick with his own spit prod at his cunt, moments before it's thrust all the way in. Moans and garbled begging bounce off wallpaper and glass as he's plowed into the mattress.

"This is how you earn your place in this company," his boss says, between grunts. "By being useful. The only thing you're useful for is being a warm, wet hole for my cock."

Oh, to be filled, bred deeply by his boss, without the man shedding one item of clothing. Oh to leak, dropping cum onto the hotel room floor, while his boss puts himself to rights and heads for the door.

"W-wait," he begs, realizing he's just going to be left there.

"Don't worry," his boss says. "The executives are on their way."

[misscaptor]

You're not going to get out.

I know that's what you've been thinking. I've been treating you more like a lover. You think that because I let you sleep chained to my bed instead of on the cold basement floor that I'm going to get sloppy, that I'll start trusting you, that you'll have the chance to escape. I know how that brain of yours works. On some level you have to know the truth- you'll never get out of here.

You probably had a better chance of getting out before, when you were still a cold, crying thing in the basement, before I brought you upstairs to stay with me. I hardly cared, then, you were just another pet. A thing pretending to be a person that was just slow enough for me to catch. If you ran off or died or lost your marbles I'd just get a new one. Your cuffs were one-size-fits-all and the basement window has always been broken. You had a chance then. Not anymore. I'm more careful- you're special now. You made yourself irreplaceable.

You're padlocked to the wall when awake and the bed when you sleep. The chain is thick and your cuff is fitted perfectly. You're microchipped. You're cuffed and collared and branded. Its all permanent. Your captivity is permanent. I don't know why you delude yourself, you're not earning my trust. You're just making it so I never, ever want to let you leave.

[kae-s-kinky-blog]

Fuck I saw a post that had this link to a website similar to edgemeplease but for people with vulvas/clits/tdicks. I wanted to reblog it but I lost it 😩 so here is the link instead of the post so I don't lose it again

[father-no-collar]

I will be training the priest with this <33

[domdraven]

Just so you know I'll manipulate you and force you into cumming more than you limit even after you say you're too sensitive. So stay away.

[masokissed-mutt]

Oh to have a dad with a gambling problem...

He'd be in so deep he leaves you at a friends house as collateral after a terrible night of poker

He owes his friend way more than he could pay at this point. Good thing you can be put to work serving anyone willing to slip your new Master a 20.

If your dad ever hopes to see you again, he'd have to pay to get 15 minutes alone with you. Although you have doubts he'll see you the same way ever again. Not after seeing you wearing nothing but a leather collar and cuffs around you wrists and ankles....

[hysteric-boy]

He’s whimpering in the hospital bed, a hospital gown being his only clothing. The gentle beep of the machine and the blood pressure cuff tightening up every few minutes to check on him again. His eyes feel heavy, he doesn’t even remember what they’re giving him anymore just that it makes everything feel fuzzy.

His nurse is a nice. A sweet boy who feels his forhead and calls him a brave boy when he has to take blood, who lets him pick what bandaid to use. Who sneaks him an extra juice box and sends him alittle wink.

“Our secret.” It makes his tummy warm.

And his doctor is just as nice too. A man with grey hair and dark eyes, who forces a smile on his tired face. He’s probably seen so much. He sits on the edge of his bed, rubs his legs and takes notes of his vitals.

“Not much improvement today, huh? That’s alright. Just means I get to keep my favorite guy with me yeah?”

His tongue is heavy, too heavy to answer that. His mouth feels dry. His doctor must notice because he’s squeezing his cheeks between one hand and shoving gloved fingers into his mouth. The fingers press down on his teeth, he eyes inside and hums. His fingers squeeze and play with his tongue before pressing farther back into his throat. He used to gag, now he’s too tired and just sits there lax while fingers probe down his throat.

“Good boy. Such a good boy. Really are my favorite patient you know that? The perfect example of patient care.”

He’s not even sure he’s talking to him really. Mostly just saying it for his own benefit. He retracts his fingers and sighs, a soft smile on his face.

“I have to do an examine today.”

Now his face is burning. He hates the exams. The way the doctor sits between his legs, probes at him from the inside. He can feel him in his tummy. Long fingers brush against his softest spots, press and curl on bundles of nerves that make him gasp and pant and squirm. It always makes the doctor laugh, he has to hold his ankle to keep him still.

But that’s not the worst part. The worst part is the wet gush that soaks his bed sheets after. His legs shake and mouth falls open and he’s embarrassed. It’s an exam and he makes a mess, every time. The doctor always soothes him when he starts to cry after, tells him it’s a normal reaction to the exam and he has nothing to be embarrassed about. Perfect patient.

And when he leaves he’ll sit on a freshly made bed, the monitors beeping behind him and the soft plush of a new toy from the gift shop in his hands.

“For being so good.”

[callmemutt]

nono puppy it’s okay, don’t worry.

this is how the big dogs play.

you wanna play with them right?

i’m just helping you get ready for it so you know what to expect.

you can’t whine like that, Pup, they’ll bully you if you do.

i know, i know you’re crying for me to stop but those other mutts aren’t gonna listen to you either.

you just feel so fucking good.

[pawtheticpuppyboy]

Ive already cum 3 times today between taking naps. This is why I can't be trusted with my own orgasms because the second I'm bored I'll just rub one out

[sadisttboy]

i think it's hotter if you can't cum from anal. seeing you cry with frustration as i get to fuck you til i cum would be so soothing for me

[subby-t0y]

my therapist holding me down and rutting into me like "see? i told you you'd be soaked. it's a trauma response, completely natural. go ahead and let it all out. that's it, good job. crying is natural too. you should be proud of yourself for making so much progress."

[subby-t0y]

"next time we will work on orgasms as a form of externalization. you need to let go of the idea that it was wrong to cum when he forced you, but first we need to put your mind back into that same fear-arousal state. of course it's normal to be scared! we will work through all of those big feelings together. do you trust me? great. it will be a long session so come prepared with some water." fuck im so wet

[subby-t0y]

"i know it's hard but it's important to recreate the experience to the fullest extent possible. now, try to remember. what did he say? how did he touch you? like this? excellent. i know it's awkward right now but by the time we've finished all the repetitions necessary to desensitize you and condition a positive response, you'll feel so much better. you're doing great so far. tell me, did he cum inside you too?"

[secondthrowattempt]

Come lie down on my couch. Take a deep breath, and let’s begin

[yourc0rruptdad]

I crave that fire in your eyes, puppy—just enough to justify shattering you. I’ll use every hole until you’re hollow, a mindless beast panting at my feet, forgetting defiance ever existed. Reshaping you into my perfect, broken toy.