A gruff, tall, fat old man sees me at the hardware store. He decides he wants me. Before I can even react he’s grabbed me with a hand over my mouth, dragging me out of the store through the back door.
Back at his house, we are alone in the woods. He slings me over his shoulder and brings me into his shed. Quickly he ties me up and gags me with my panties. He affixes a pussy pump to me and pumps it as hard as he can, my flesh filling up the cup.
He whistles to himself as he slides me under a work table and then covers it with a huge tarp. After that I hear him walk away and lock the door.
——
I’ve lost track of time but it must be hours later when I hear the loud opening of the shed door.
My pussy feels completely numb at this point, and I feel light headed from all my blood collecting in one place. It hasn’t even been more than half a day and I was beginning to loose my mind a bit, feeling the true helpless of my situation. No one to talk to or to help me, no one even knows where I am and I’ve been attached to a scary contraption and then hidden away like some toy.
I hear him walk to the fridge in the shed, grab a can of beer and then crack it. I moan and try to plead through my gag.
“Oh, I forgot you were there. It’s time to have some fun!” He says, slurring his words a bit. I begin to hear how drunk his gait is as he stumbles over to the work table I’m stuck under. It shudders above me as he uses it to steady himself. He rips off the tarp and his bloodshot eyes go wide at the sight of me and my pussy in the pump.
He releases the pressure, and drools as he tries to remove the pump from my pussy. It’s so swollen that it’s stuck in the cup, he tugs roughly a couple times before it releases with a loud POP and the wet sounds of my arousal. He grabs me like a ragdoll and sits me on the table, turning on a bench lamp to get a good look at his work.
My pussy looks more like a fleshlight now, exaggerated puffy lips, pink, flushed skin and I’m so wet it’s gotten all over my thighs, leaving a sheen on my fat cunt.
He laughs to himself and smacks it, hard. The pumped flesh jiggles around as he continues to hit it back in forth. I feel humiliated and begin to whine at the pain.
He notices and smiles, before grabbing me suddenly and running out of the shed.
He brings me back into his filthy house, with trash and food everywhere. He plops on his couch and sets me in his lap, my back to his huge belly and my legs being held open by the rope tie.
He watches football with me on his lap like a dolly. His fat cock rubs against my ass, especially when he’s getting excited about a play. On commercial breaks he just plays with my fat lips, treating my most sensitive area like a stim toy,
Halfway through the game his team starts losing. Every bad play and he’s slapping my pussy with all his rage. The ref makes a bad call—SMACK. The quarterback makes a bad throw—SMACK. Their best player get tackled—SMACK. By the end of the final quarter tears flow down my face and my pussy is red hot and stinging. I can’t take anymore but even if he could hear me through the gag he wouldn’t care. The final play happens and they lose by two point. He yells, stands up and then goes hard on my pussy, smacking it back and forth with two hands as I try to struggle away. He wrestles me down to the floor and sticks his fat ugly dick between my hot folds. I’m helpless under his significant body weight as he aggressively fucks me. He cums in me with a loud grunt. I know he won’t be letting me go anytime soon.
I can’t stop thinking about the time I was being fucked into an old sofa by a guy with a dick so big it actually hurt and he started getting really rough with me. He was pulling almost all the way out just to thrust himself back in as hard as he could. I tried to just lie there and take it for as long as I thought I could but eventually it started to hurt too bad even for me. While he had me pinned under himself hammering his cock into me I asked him to slow down a bit and I begged him to be a little more gentle, but his pace didn’t change and he didn’t say anything. I asked again but louder and either he didn’t hear me or he didn’t want to hear me and fucked me even harder and I decided to just let him finish using me. I don’t know if it’s more embarrassing to admit how hard I came when I realized I was helpless or that I let him use me several times again after that.
the word “rape” is so intense. i’m not just a slut, i’m a rape slut. if you add the word rape in front of any word it automatically makes it hotter and more degrading. when mommy’s cock is pounding in and out of me, if i hear the word “rape” come out of her mouth my body starts reacting on its own and i start falling towards my orgasm. “awww you really do like being raped don’t you?” “how many times does your tight cunt get raped like this” i feel my slutty pussy get tighter and my clit twitches and i can’t help but moan
Hello, puppy. You woke up. That's cute. You cried yourself to sleep yesterday, although you probably don't remember that. Adorable. You can keep trying to scream and whine, but nobody is going to hear your muffled cries over that tape, puppy. You're so fucking pathetic, it's kind of sickening. Also a huge turn on. Look at how hard I am already. You probably don't remember, but my huge cock was inside your cunt yesterday. It probably hurts now, doesn't it? I hit that needy cervix over and over again. I hope you feel a little warm and wet remembering that feeling, even if your memory is fuzzy and unreliable. Just take my word. Anyways, today I'm not using that cunt. I ruined it, so I need a new fleshlight. What about taping it, just like your mouth, puppy? You look so cute tied up. You can't do anything about all the rape and abuse you're enduring. Isn't that adorable? It's the best. Here you go. All taped up. You won't be needing that hole anymore, at least not for today. Now, this is going to hurt really bad, but I'll feel really good, so it's okay. I'll feel really good, so even if you feel like it can't get any worse, I'll just start getting rougher until I fucking break your mind and ruin your mind. Ready, puppy? No? Whatever. Take my big cock in your ass, you dumb fucking mindless dog
Wanna be locked in a metal chastity that has an attachment for a mushroomed metal rod that goes in my cunt and then I wanna have to lay on my back and spread my legs as you kick my cunt so I’m bruised inside and out so I can’t move without my whole cunt aching
Note: The clit box/pussy portal concept is one I’ve seen floating around the internet since forever and I think it’s sooooo hot so here’s my take on it teehee
He’d finally done it.
His fingers trailed over the box's cool, seamless edges. A marvel of engineering, deceptively simple in its sleek titanium casing. No one would guess what lived inside. Who lived inside.
Because there, nestled in precision, pulsed a perfect replica of her pussy. Every fold, every nerve ending, every flush of blood beneath soft skin, atomically identical. Synapses wired directly to hers. A closed loop: every stroke, every touch, every cruel pinch he inflicted here would ripple through her body, her real body, with merciless accuracy.
And the inverse? Even sweeter. Every desperate clench of her cunt as she helplessly responded to his touch would answer here, in his hands, twitching like the pathetic, obedient thing it now was.
No consent. No escape. Just ownership, distilled into a box small enough to fit in his palm.
His thumb brushed the damp seam of the replica’s slit, so warm, so alive, and miles away, her breath hitched.
A grin split his face.
Time to play.
—
She’s getting ready for bed. Wearing just a big t-shirt and panties, freshly showered and sleepy. He knows because he installed cameras and microphones all throughout her apartment months ago. There isn’t a single thing she can do without him knowing.
He sits in front of his computer, multiple camera angles feeding him live video and audio. He opens the box with careful hands, her pretty pussy nestled within the lining. So cute, untouched, unsuspecting.
His fingers trail idly along the smooth, pliant flesh, and he watches as she flinches, eyes wide, glancing down at herself. He smiles.
And so it begins.
He doesn’t waste any time, his fingers moving to spread her pussy lips before he leans down and pulls her clit into his mouth, tongue moving in quick movements as he alternates between sucking and licking. He watches the way her body shuts down, shock and pleasure flooding her system as she collapses onto her bed.
He doesn’t care to give her any time to recover. Instead, he pulls his mouth away to replace his tongue with his fingers, rubbing her spit-slicked skin in tight, cruel circles, taking in the way her breath comes in fast gasps as she tries to press her legs together, confusion, fear, panic written all over her face.
It doesn’t take long before her clit is a trembling, hypersensitive nub between his fingers, swollen and darkened from relentless attention. He runs the pad of his thumb over it in slow, agonizing circles, feeling the way it pulses under his touch, tiny convulsions of pleading nerves that only make him smirk. On the screen, her legs jerk, her hips rising off the bed as her body betrays her, craving more even as her mind doesn’t undestand.
She’s a puppet, and he controls every string. He squeezes the delicate bud between his fingertips, rolling it like a toy, listening to the wet, obscene slickness of her cunt in the box mirroring the mess between her thighs on-screen. He can see the wet patch on her panties, the outline of her pretty pussy clear behind the soaked fabric.
Her clit pulses under his fingers, a trembling, engorged little nub, dark as a bruise, so swollen now that it protrudes obscenely from her slick, puffy folds. He squeezes it, watching the thin skin stretch taut, watching it throb in frantic protest.
He traces the swollen bud with his fingertip, circling slow, barely a touch, just to watch it suffer. It’s obscene how responsive she is, the little nub twitching under his attention, glistening with slick. He presses down harder, rubbing in tight little spirals, the flesh trembling beneath his fingers like a caged animal.
He lets his fingers drag lower, spreading the plush folds wide, so wet, dripping for him, even as her fists clench in the sheets. His other hand strokes her clit lazily, coaxing her higher, watching the way her hips twitch with every circling press.
He scrapes a fingernail slowly along the underside of her clit, savoring the way it quivers. Her folds flutter, her hole clenching around nothing, as if begging for something to fill her.
He indulges her, thrusting two fingers deep into the slick imitation of her pussy, relishing how the tight walls convulse.
He leans in, pressing his tongue flat against the throbbing nub in his hands, lapping at it with slow, wet drags. The way it jerks under the heat of his mouth, god, it’s beautiful. On-screen, her back arches. A broken moan tangles in her throat.
His fingers move, fucking her in deep, lazy pumps, her inner walls clenching around nothing, trying to hold onto something, anything, to anchor against the pleasure.
She rocks into it, chasing his invisible touch, teetering over the edge.
So he pulls away.
Her entire body jerks in protest because she doesn’t get to cum yet.
His fingertips trace the very edges of her clit, never touching where she needs it most, just ghosting over the hypersensitive nerves until her entire body writhes. She claws at the sheets, her thighs twitching open despite herself, her pussy clenching around nothing, her clit begging for friction.
Then, finally, he gives in, but not the way she wants. He presses the flat of his thumb down on the engorged nub, grinding in slow, mind-numbing circles, watching on the screen as her back arches wildly.
He increases the pressure just a fraction, just enough to keep her teetering. Her cunt is dripping, her clit a dark, throbbing bead under his control, her body no longer hers, just a thing, just a wet little hole responding on command.
When her thighs start to shake, when her voice breaks into a sob, he stops, watching the hope fade from her eyes.
He pulls out a fine-tipped vibrator, pressing it directly against the bundle of nerves, dialing it just under the threshold of orgasm.
A keening noise claws up her throat as the pleasure builds and builds, never cresting, never breaking, just holding her there on the edge, her cunt clenching around nothing, desperate for the release she won’t get.
He watches her writhe, soaked in sweat and shame, her body no longer her own.
And through it all, her clit pulses in his grasp, a tiny, twitching heart of suffering and ecstasy.
He can see her chest heaving from her panting breaths, so close to what she wants. And so he stops, pulling the vibrator off, watching her helpless pussy twitch and ache.
She lets out a wail, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes as desperation gnaws a deep ache inside of her.
He watches the screen, half-amused, half-annoyed, as her fingers hesitantly drift between her thighs. She wants to cum and she thinks she can do it herself.
A mistake.
The moment her fingertips brush her swollen clit, his grip tightens on the replica in his hands, his thumb pressing down just enough to make her freeze.
No, no, sweet thing. That’s against the rules.
He gives her clit a harsh flick and watches as a scream rips out of her throat. But that isn’t enough to deter her, because moments after, her fingers are back on her clit, rubbing like a filthy, disobedient whore.
He sucks in an annoyed breath and picks up a thin electric rod. Without hesitating, he presses the tip against her clit and shocks her, the zapping sound ripping through the air.
A sharp, stinging jolt shoots through the tiny bundle of nerves in his palm, and oh, the way it jerks. The way she jerks, a strangled cry tearing from her lips as she yanks her hand away, thighs slamming together as if she can protect herself.
But protection isn’t an option anymore. Not from him.
He lets her pant, lets her shake, lets her think it might be over.
And then, with slow, deliberate cruelty, he pinches the clit between two fingers, holding it still before driving the electric rod against it, letting it fire off several zaps in quick succession.
She screams. The clit in his box convulses, the trapped flesh trembling violently.
He smiles.
“You’ll learn,” he murmurs, flicking the little nub again, hard. She yelps, back arching off the bed.
Her fingers stay far away now, knuckles white as she grips the sheets instead, her body trembling under his unseen control.
Good.
He drags his thumb over the sopping slit in the box, gathering slick before lazily circling the clit again, just enough to tease. Just enough to make her squirm on screen.
She bites her lip, thighs pressing together in futile resistance.
He reaches for the tiny silver clamp and arranged it around her flesh, watching it bite down on her swollen clit, the sensitive tissue protesting with every pulse. Tears well up in her eyes on the screen. She shakes her head, whispering no, no, no, but there is no mercy for her.
He twists the clamp tighter around her tortured clit, delighting as the swollen flesh bulges around the metal teeth, darkening to a lurid purple. Her whole pussy quivers in response, her hole weeping, her inner muscles spasming in confused, helpless pleasure.
He grabs the vibrator again, the toy humming to life against the clamped bud, the frequency so precise it makes her flesh flutter, muscles contracting helplessly. Her back arches off the bed, a broken noise wrenching from her throat as pleasure spikes, sharp, unbearable, inescapable. Her fingers scrabble at the sheets, hips bucking in stuttering little jerks as the toy torments the hypersensitive nerve cluster.
Drool slicks her lower lip as she pants, eyes unfocused. He watches with satisfaction as her cunt pulses around nothing, slickness dripping from her in obscene rivulets. The vibrator buzzes harder, and a broken sob tears from her, sounds of desperation spilling out of her mouth.
He adjusts the clamp a fraction tighter, then twists it just to hear her scream. The vibrator rolls slow, merciless circles, pinning her clit ruthlessly. Every nerve in her body is lit up, pleasure crackling through her in waves that crest but never break. She is no longer a woman, just a thing shaking apart between his fingers, reduced to quivering flesh and involuntary spasms.
Every pulse of the vibrator sends shockwaves through her, stomach clenching, toes curling, breath coming in jagged little gasps. But he keeps it steady, never increasing the intensity, never allowing her the relief of building toward release.
Just edging. Just an endless, torturous plateau, where she can feel the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter inside her but never tipping over.
"P-Please—" she whimpers, her voice thin and broken, nails digging into her own thighs as if that could ground her.
He tsks, amused. As if she has any right to beg.
With deliberate cruelty, he turns the vibrator up, just one notch.
The effect is immediate. Her stomach muscles quiver violently, her legs splaying wider in helpless invitation, her mouth dropping open in a soundless scream. The clamp keeps her clit swollen and aching, the vibrator sending sharp, concentrated pulses straight into the overstimulated nerve bundle.
And still, she doesn’t cum.
Because he won’t let her.
Not until he decides she’s suffered enough.
—
The moment finally comes, her body, strained to its absolute limit, teetering on the razor’s edge of orgasm. He can feel it in the way her clit pulses in the box, a desperate, throbbing little heartbeat between his fingers. He has denied her all night, teased her, shocked her, clamped her, ruined her, but now, at last, he will let her break.
He pulls the clamp off cruelly, watching her clit swell as blood comes rushing back, flooding her already raw nerves with new torment. Her clit trembles, swollen so fat it sticks out from between her lips, begging for mercy. He doesn’t give her a chance to recover before he presses the vibrating toy directly onto her swollen clit, cranked to the highest setting.
On screen, her entire body snaps taut, a silent scream stretching her lips wide.
"That’s it," he murmurs, watching her cunt flutter around nothing, soaking the sheets beneath her. "Cum for me."
And she does.
Hard.
Her back arches violently, her thighs locking around the empty air as her orgasm rips through her. The clit in his hands convulses, pussy spilling slick in thick pulses under his touch. He grins, keeping the vibrator pressed firm, not letting up, determined to wring every last ounce of pleasure from her until it hurts.
She thrashes, her moans turning hoarse, painfully overstimulated, but he doesn’t stop.
He laughs, low and dark.
"You think you're done?" His fingers dig into her folds, spreading them open, exposing her glistening, twitching hole to the unrelenting buzz of the vibrator. "I’m just getting started."
Another orgasm wrenches out of her, messy and uncontrollable, her cunt contracting in helpless spasms as tears streak down her face.
Her legs jerk on the screen, thighs slick with sweat and arousal, heels digging into the mattress as if she could escape the pleasure eating her alive. But she can't. Every pulse of the toy sends electric jolts straight through her clit, her pussy fluttering around empty air, dripping onto the sheets beneath her.
He smirks, circling the vibrating tip harder against the swollen bud, watching the way her stomach muscles clench, another orgasm building whether she wants it or not.
Then, with deliberate cruelty, he pulls out a vibrating dildo and presses it straight into the tight, dripping hole in the box.
Her scream splits the air, her spine bowing off the bed, fingers clawing at nothing as the thick intrusion fills her in the exact spot designed to destroy her. The moment he turns it on, her entire body bucks like a live wire, the deep, rumbling vibrations rocking through her core, pressing mercilessly against the swollen inner wall of her cunt.
The clit vibrator doesn’t stop, buzzing against her abused nub while the deeper toy punishes her g-spot, sending shocks of sensation radiating through her lower belly.
She wails, thighs slamming together in a desperate, futile attempt to stop the pleasure, but it’s impossible, her hips twitch in tiny, involuntary thrusts, her cunt clamping down around the thick vibrator like it’s trying to milk it.
Her clit jumps under the relentless onslaught, pulsing in time with the brutal vibrations, the dark, swollen flesh quivering violently under his treatment. The dildo shifts inside her, the angle just right to send another bone-deep spasm tearing through her, her back arching so sharply it looks like she’ll snap.
He grinds the vibrator deeper, angling it so the thick, ribbed tip digs ruthlessly into the spongy spot inside her, the pressure unbearable. Every thrum of the toy sends gushes of slick spilling from her hole, her pussy clenching in erratic, overstimulated spasms, not an orgasm, not anymore, just her body breaking from the relentless pleasure.
Her clit is engorged, purpling from the abuse, twitching against the buzzing toy like a dying thing, her entire pussy quivering in time with it.
And still, he doesn’t stop.
He increases the speed, the dildo drilling into her sensitive walls, the clit toy vibrating so fast it blurs, her entire body convulsing like a puppet yanked on its strings.
Another scream rips out of her, her hips jacking up off the bed, her cunt flooding the sheets as the forced pleasure tears another orgasm out of her, violent and uncontrollable. Her muscles lock, her fists slamming into the mattress as she cums, hard, messy, shameless, her hole pulsing around the vibrator, her clit throbbing in his grip like a second heartbeat.
But it’s not a release.
It’s torture.
Her eyes roll back, her moans turning to sobs as her body betrays her, cumming again, and again, her overstimulated nerves alight with agony and ecstasy.
She is nothing now.
Just a wet, trembling hole, a toy, a broken thing locked inside a box, bleeding pleasure at his command.
And he laughs, pressing down harder, watching her break.
Watching a movie with someone who spends the entire time lazily tracing my clit and pussy with their finger over my panties. Holding my legs open for as long as I can, you laugh when I close them and gently pull my legs apart.
Unable to pay attention to anything but the burning need to cum but I'm unable to interrupt the movie cause you bound my arms behind my back and gagged me
After the credits start, you pop in another one to edge me more
I was fingering a trans guy recently and I could literally feel his pulse in his cunt every time I’d say something that really exited him. It was like the perfect non verbal communicator for me to know exactly what he enjoyed hearing the most. I even asked if he could feel himself pulsating to make sure it wasn’t just his heartbeat and his eyes lite up while he got all embarrassed which let me know he felt every single pulse shoot through his body from his cunt. It was so fucking hot saying the right thing and feeling it jolt again and again as he tightened up and his dick twitched while his eyes rolled back into his head.
imagine a dad with a tboy son who has always helped him feel better when he's had periods by letting him rest under a heat pad and freshly dryer-fluffed blankets, brewing hot tea and cocoa for him, bringing him midol and tylenol when he needs it, and taking the time to make him feel affirmed even when the menstruation dysphoria kicks in...
and when he gets older, his sex-positive dad starts encouraging him to consider masturbating, whether he's on his period or not, telling him, "you know, it improves your pelvic health, orgasms are very good for your heart health, it can help you fall asleep, it can provide stress relief," and going on and on about the objective health benefits and how it can put his son in touch with his developing teen body... and, for a while, his son always reacts with embarrassment, saying, "ew! augh, dad, no! that's so gross! yuck, no way!" and his dad drops the topic, for the most part, only bringing it up again on occasion, when it's germane to conversations about sexual health...
and, one day, while picking up a few boxes of tampons at the local walmart, dad takes his son on a little detour through the pharmacy aisles and shows him a selection of vibrating dildos... and his son goes red in the face and won't stop looking around, up and down the aisle, pulling the hood of his sweatshirt up over his head and holding it to keep his face hidden from other shoppers while his dad keeps telling him, in such a matter-of-fact tone, "actually, penetrative masturbation with toys like these is excellent for soothing menstrual cramps," all while his son keeps whispering for his dad to put each toy back as he grabs them off the display hooks to look at the product details on the back sides of the packaging... and, despite his son's protesting and embarrassment, dad puts a small bullet vibrator and a modest six-inch vibrating dildo toy into the shopping basket before walking to the express checkout lane, telling his son he's getting them "just in case you ever want to use them..."
and then dad starts letting himself out of the house a little more often, hoping to give his son at least a couple hours of alone time every once in a while so that he can give it an earnest try, especially since having stored the vibrators in the bathroom, where they're just as innocuous and easy-to-find as the hairbrushes or the toothpaste... and his son does give it a try, sometimes using the bullet vibrator on himself before taking a shower, only to frantically clean and dry it before putting it back, perfectly in its place... until, one day, he takes it to his bedroom and uses it to bring himself to his first real orgasm, which quickly puts him to sleep...
and then his dad comes home that afternoon, while his son is still sleeping through his post-orgasm nap... and he goes to the bathroom, curiously checking the drawer to find the little vibrator missing, immediately pleased to know that his son is finally experimenting... and he doesn't do anything or say anything, not wanting to scare his son into retreating and repressing his needs and desires...
and then one day, the forgetful sometimes-presence of the little vibrator in the drawer under the bathroom counter after son's masturbation sessions morphs into a clearly conscious choice to keep it in his room, in the drawer of his bedside nightstand... and dad starts thinking that maybe his son isn't interested in the six inch vibrating dildo, putting it aside somewhere safe to keep it from gathering any dust in the drawer...
and then, during a period, sometime later on, as the months pass, dad looks up from working from home at his laptop while sitting on the couch and notices his son is standing at the doorway of the den with a nervous look on his flushed-red face... and dad asks his son, "kiddo, what's the matter? are you feeling sick?" to which his son replies, asking, "dad, do you know where the, uh, the... the longer vibrator is?" reluctantly and quietly... and dad sets his work aside, telling him, "of course," and then, speculatively, "are you having some bad period cramps?" with his son nodding slowly in response... so dad fetches the vibrating dildo for him and offers to show him how to use it, but his son is far too embarrassed, already, and shuts his bedroom door before his daddy can ask again...
and then his son finally starts hormone replacement therapy, spreading t-gel on his arms once a week... (dad had offered to help him with shots, since needles had always intimidated him, but he wants to do it himself)... and, as son's changes begin to develop, dad notices he spends a lot more time to himself in his room... and that's when dad starts checking in on his son, knocking on his closed bedroom door a few times before opening it, always accidentally walking in on him in the middle of masturbating, always backing out and closing the door when his son yells, "augh, dad! don't come in here! leave me alone! i just want to be by myself right now!" while the telltale hum of a muffled vibrator is going off against his pussy from under the covers...
and then, one day, dad is working at the kitchen table when his son comes in and sits down with a snack, slowly eating it like he's simply killing time while he watches his dad dutifully type away on the keyboard of his laptop and read over a packet of papers... and, when his dad realizes his son has lingered there long after he's finished snacking, he looks up from his work and asks, "what's up, kiddo?" only for his son to go red in the face and clear his throat a little, trying to act natural... and then his son says, "the... uh... big vibrator stopped working," furiously blushing, at this point... and then his dad says, "oh no... sorry to hear that, bud... maybe i can pick one up the next time i go out, does that sound like a plan?" but, despite the prompt and casual response, his son still looks uncomfortable... and then his son asks, "could... you... help me a little... sooner than that?" to which his dad says, "well, sure, kiddo, but it might have to wait until i'm finished with work for today, is that alright?"
but his son still looks a little uneasy, shifting in the dining room chair, pressing his legs together under the table, then asking, "okay, dad, but... i was... kind of thinking... that maybe you could, uh, show me... something a little more... advanced? or, you know... hands-on?" while looking away from his dad, his eyes darting back and forth between making eye-contact... and his dad seems to think about it, catching his meaning... or, rather, assuming it... replying, to confirm, "you mean... you want to try intercourse?"
and, after a long silence, his son, still clearly more embarrassed than he's ever been in his life, slowly nods to answer his dad, looking down at the table and occasionally glancing back up...
and dad takes the time to consider it, despite already knowing his answer... which surprises his son, though not all that much, when he says, "sure, but i'll need you to give me five minutes to wrap up before taking a break... think you can go to your room and get ready for me like you usually get ready on yourself?" and he says it as if it's the most normal thing in the world to be saying, agreeing to a proposition with his trans teen son, but his son hastily nods and gets up from the table, walking to his room, fast, and leaving the door open ajar as he pushes it behind him...
and then dad, true to his word, takes a few minutes to finish his work before shutting the lid of his laptop and getting up to head toward his son's bedroom, slowly pushing the door back open as he enters the threshold, looking down at his son lying down over the covers, his shorts and boxers kicked off and onto the floor, socks still covering his feet, still wearing a t-shirt and hoodie over his torso, his legs pressed together and bent to hide himself, anxiously waiting for his dad... and his dad smiles warmly at him, undoing the fastening on his chinos as he starts to undress, sitting down on the bed next to his son's hot, half-naked body...
and he slowly reaches up to part his son's knees from the side, telling him to "just relax, honey," running his hand up and down the inside of his son's thighs to coax them apart, dipping down into the valley of his legs to gently stroke his son's growing t-dick amidst the lush bush he's grown atop his pubic mound... and dad tells him how good he looks, remarking "oh, look how much hair you've grown down here... and your cock is already getting kind of big."
and dad keeps an eye on his son, who has one hand at his forehead, gripping at his hair, while the other is resting against one side of his chest, groping at himself through the thick fabric of his hoodie... and dad tells him, "feeling okay, kiddo? want to take that sweatshirt off? you're looking a little over-heated," and helps his son sit up in bed to disrobe, the sweatshirt being discarded off the side of the bed, son not even waiting before casting his t-shirt aside, too, totally nude aside from his socks... but dad doesn't need those out of the way, so they can stay on... and, soon, dad returns to rubbing the outside of his son's front hole, venturing to dip a finger inside, which makes his son finally moan nice and long... and dad asks, "does that feel good, bud?" to which his son can hardly respond in words, slowly nodding his head while his eyes drift shut, his breathing growing heavy...
and dad keeps going, gently fingering his son, fingers now slowly pushing in and out, getting him used to the intrusion and the rhythm... after all, even if he had used a dildo many times before, by now, it wasn't as though his hot teen cunt wasn't still young and tight, still getting used to penetration...
and, as dad continues stimulating him, he comments on how wet he is... how engorged his t-dick is... saying, "you've gotten so wet for me, huh? and your cock is even getting hard," to which his son can only moan and whine things like "mm... dad..." and "oh... fuck... dad," between panting breaths... and dad keeps going, his own dick stiffening and tenting in his boxer briefs... until his son's hands find their way to dad's forearm, squeezing it a little... and dad asks, "want to stop, baby?" and his son shakes his head against, looking up at his dad to say, "no... keep going... i... i need you."
and dad, wanting more, asks, "need me how, bud?" and his son bites his bottom lip, worrying it between his teeth before answering, "i... need you inside me..." and his dad's brows raise, dad looking surprised but pleased... and dad asks, to be certain, "you want my cock inside you, kiddo?" and his son nods his head eagerly, his inhibitions lost now as dad gets up from the bed and sheds his underwear, getting back onto the mattress and positioning himself between his son's legs which, right now, are spread open, almost impatiently, as he stares down at his dad's crotch, at the long dick that bounces gently over his thick, swollen balls... and his jaw falls a little, as if the head had hypnotized him...
and his dad chuckles a little, watching his son's lust-addled expression as he grabs hold of his own cock and strokes it, the meatus leaking precum which dribbles down over his dad's knuckles on each downstroke, down onto the cover of his duvet... and then dad lightly pets the insides of his son's thighs again, lowering himself until the head of his cock meets the foreskin-covered head of his son's cock, rubbing himself up and down his slit...
and dad looks at his son's face as his son stares back at him, mouth still hanging open, as he aligns himself with his son's front hole and starts opening him up with his uncovered shaft... and dad's dick feels like it's stuffing him tight... centimeter by centimeter, filling him up full...
and son's hands go to his chest, kneading and squeezing and tugging on himself, breathing hitching as dad bottoms out inside of his cunt... and then dad begins pulling his cock out... slowly... letting his son feel himself empty before easily slipping back in, taking his son's moans as encouragement as he sheaths himself again, fully inside his son's hot cock sleeve of a channel... wet and hot and clenching...
and dad goes slow, at first, like when he's given his son back scratches or shoulder rubs before... and dad cups his son's hip with one hand as he leans forward on the other hand, which is flat against the covers of his boy's bed, the motion of his hips picking up speed the longer he goes, in and out, fucking him... dad is fucking him... and his son moans, loudly, "ohh, fuck, dad!"
and dad can feel his boy's cunt squeezing him, drawing him in, wanting to lock him there each time he thrusts inside, saying, "good job, baby boy... you like taking daddy's cock inside you? okay, kiddo... just relax... just enjoy..." as he thrusts...
and when his bare cock feels his son chasing his own orgasm, he picks up the pace, driving himself harder and faster into his boy's cunt, listening as his moans devolve quickly into unintelligible vocalizations...
and then, suddenly, his son tightens around his cock, the walls of his soaking wet channel spasming around him... and dad can't hold back...
and dad announces, "good boy, you want my cum? baby, do you want my cum inside you, too?" to which his son frantically nods, and dad can feel him grip his cock even harder at that...
always quick to please, he thrusts deep and fast as his son is letting himself be lost in the throes of a hard orgasm, the moans and exclamations tumbling out of his mouth each time he almost ruts against his baby boy's cervix, going, "god! fuck, dad, fuck me! oh god, fuck me! fuck me! fuck me! aah, dad!"
and his dad, determined, lets his hips snap against his son's groin with each thrust inside of him, letting his own orgasm erupt with a grunt, his semen shooting against his son's hot insides, his thrusts fast and pistoning out of time before he simply stops, dad's legs relaxing in the furrow of his son's...
and his son feels the innermost part of himself bathed in his dad's cum... and he shudders, his body trembling already in post-coital bliss...
"oh, dad," he moans, "can we... can we do that again?"
Thinking about fucking someone who's just a bit too tight, who's already gasping and whimpering just from the tip. Listen, I know what it's gonna feel like. I know it'll feel like rape, but you don't understand. There's no other way. You're just. Too. Tight. Too small. I have to be all the way inside, and stop whining about me pulling out. You're so fucking wet, you need me inside this way. I know about this stuff so shut up. Then grabbing them by the throat, their legs spread but shaking, spasming as you force yourself in and tears well up in their eyes. Their arms collapsing underneath them before they raise them to try and stop you. To try and push you away before you ruin their pretty little hole any further. But you're in too deep now. Too deep to stop, too deep to pull out. No way out but through, isn't that what they say? Tighten your grip on their throat and make them take it. Take it all the way, to the base, til your tip is kissing their insides. Making them blubber and curse and cry. Fuck. Just wait til you're bouncing on it.
i want my mouth taped and my wrists tied together. waking up in a dark room that's too quiet, too cold, unfamiliar. then a hand slides up my bare leg and i try to scream, but it's muffled and pathetic. a voice tells me to shut up as my underwear's ripped down my legs. i thrash and kick but two large hands hold me tighter, rougher, then the strangers body weight pins me completely. i'm made to stay still while his cock drives into me. i cry and try to move away but he laughs and fucks into me harder. as he rapes me he says nice things, trying to comfort me even though the tears are turning him on more, making him even more forceful because it's so damn sweet.
"i know, baby. i know it hurts so bad. you'll take it anyway, hm?" he pushes in further, deeper, so much deeper over and over and over. "aw honey you don't have to try and answer." he kisses me on top of the duct tape, hot and wet, trailing to my cheek and then ear so i can hear him. i'm so full, so scared, approaching a climax i don't want. "you'll take it... you'll take it."
We have had plans to go watch the fireworks all day long. It’s a warm summer day, you want to dress up, spending a while getting ready, you do your hair, your makeup, and you make sure to wear the cutest summer dress that you own. I get some things ready while you’re getting done up, packing the car with a blanket, a few little activities to do while we wait for the fireworks to start, and some snacks and drinks.
We drive out to where the show will be, I carefully scan the area and make sure I set our little spot up, making sure that we are far away from the masses of people, making sure we have our own, private little area. I find a spot, set up the blanket, set up our area, tucked in some tress just out of view, yet still in hearing distance of the crowd here to watch the show.
As we are waiting for the sun to go down we have some time to kill, we run around the field playing our activities that we brought, the sun is going down and we decide to lay down, watch it and talk for just a little before we don’t have the opportunity to anymore.
I’ve had so much fun with you so far, we start to kiss, and very quickly that kissing turns into us making out. I’m desperate for you, I lift you, put you in my lap as we desperately push other another’s tongue into each other’s mouth, my hands are subconsciously rubbing up on your clothed body. I lay you down onto the blanket and begin kissing down your dress, that’s when the very first loud bang rings out, and the fireworks have started.
I lose all interest in the show, all of my focus is now on you, and your perfect body. You feel me lift your dress up and start kissing down your thighs, and then, between them. I spread your legs wide open and get lost in the taste of you. I lick all up on you, sucking on your clit and making you feel so good, you watch as the pretty colors illuminate the sky, all while I turn into a feral animal by the second.
My desperation takes over and next thing you know my cock is sliding into your wet, yet very unprepared pussy. Your tiny hole is forced to take a cock that is wayyy too big for it and you can’t help but cry out, the top of your dress is pulled down, exposing your tits, I push your legs open as far as they’ll go and push myself in even deeper your cries quickly turn into what I presume are screams, I see tears starting to form in your eyes, I see your lips moving, yet the loud explosions of fireworks do a perfect job of muffling every sounds you make. I rut into your body, only hearing a sniffle or a broken part of a word before the next explosion is ringing out, drowning you out.
My cock violently and repeatedly slams in and out of your tiny, helpless hole. My grip on your hips is bruising up on the spot, and watching you cry, watching you struggle and thrash under me just makes me harder, and even hornier, just when you thought I couldn’t get rougher, that’s exactly what I do. I put a hand around your neck, and start slamming my cock in and out of you, the force of me is bouncing, pushing you off the blanket and into the grass, your eyes are beginning to roll into the back of your head, I tighten my grip even tighter, and the more I tighten it around your neck, the harder my cock is raping into your body.
The fireworks pick up, I know the finale is coming and I make sure to use the deafening explosions to my advantage. I free my hand from you throat, as you start to regain awareness from that dizzy state, you start screaming, crying out, all I can see is your mouth moving, the tears rolling down your face and I know, I must be raping you just how you want it. I pick up the pace, molesting your body into the grass, pounding harder and harder into you.
I use up every second of the finale, making sure the cries and screams coming from your mouth are just useless, raping your helpless little body, while everyone enjoys a different show, I have a sick, sadistic little show going on around my cock. I fuck myself into you harder, and deeper, as you are practically impaled on my cock, you can’t even help the mess that’s forming underneath you, dripping all down your thighs and into the grass, the show is just about finished and I push myself to fuck into you as hard as i possibly can go.
Your make up is ruined, mascara is streaming all down your face, but that doesn’t stop my cock from continuing to slam into your cervix, you feel the bruising starting to form with each thrust into you, my cock is throbbing, you feel my heartbeat deep inside of you, and just as the fireworks come to a stop, I push my hand over your nose and mouth, slamming my dick deeper into you, and I unload every last drop of cum from my balls, deep inside of you. You feel the warmth fill your belly, filling and dripping out of you as I continue fucking into you, just forcefully raping my cum deeper and deeper into you, and making sure you remember this very special day for weeks to come
So you really like bondage and sensory deprivation, and you're keen on safewords and aftercare, and you have an oral fixation? No no, none of that is bad, I'm just saying you might be autistic on top of a freak.
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