I take overstimulation extremely seriously just so we’re all aware.
Most I’ve ever made a guy cum was 27 times in one session and all of those happened in the span of about 5-10 minutes
Got him really warmed up and started fucking him with a dildo while I alternated between whispering in his ear, biting his neck, playing with his chest etc. After only a minute or two he shyly muttered out that he was going to cum. I stopped, stared directly at him and we had this brief, telling moment of eye contact before he got so embarrassed he had to turn away. We both knew he was under the impression he couldn’t cum without touching his dick and the fact he almost just did was so fucking hot to me.
I pinned his leg over my shoulder and continued. Within a minute he was back to how he was before, just on the verge and I kept moving it while he shook beneath me. Finally let up after he came all over my hand and I asked if he’d cum sarcastically to make fun of how obvious and hard it was and he just whimpered out “… I came twice”
He absolutely should not have told me this because as soon as I knew making him cum over and over was on the table I was determined to go as far as I possible could, and hearing him say two like that was addictively cute. I Pinned him even more and continued, told him to count every time he cums before quickly getting back into it.
27 times I made this very masc dude cum. 27!
Didn’t even think that was a possible number. Every 15-30 seconds I’d feel him tense up and clench on the dildo then I’d hear his little chocked voice murmur out a number before I kept going. He made a giant fucking mess, squirting basically each time in the beginning. I kept moving the goal post further and further, “come on let’s just get to 10 puppy!”, “I think we could do 15 don’t you?”, “Whoops that was a 16th one, well we might as well get to twenty, right?”. He was fully trembling, shaking, crying. His eyes were in constant state of being rolled back and the noises he was making were so intense. The best part was hearing him count though, it was the only coherent thing he would say and he struggled to get out each number but if he didn’t count I’d start choking him.
Hearing a grown man moan out “25” or whatever ridiculous number we were on has to be one of the hottest things I’ve experienced. I would have kept going forever but he was begging and pleading for me to stop and for some reason I don’t think he believed that I’d really let him be done at 30
He was a complete fucking mess after as you’d imagine. Basically just sat there in a daze for 10 minutes but I made sure to make fun of him. I mean 27? Really? Just an embarrassingly high number. He also physically couldn’t handle any play for like several days after this so safe to say I throughly worked him out.
I guess now my goal in life will be to get someone to 30
sharing a bed with your older brother and waking up to him slowly fucking into you from behind.
as soon as you realize what’s happening you freeze up. you’re so scared of what he would do to you if you tried to get away so you decide to pretend that you’re still asleep in hopes that this will stop soon.
however… it just doesn’t seem to end. he keeps on fucking you, slowly picking up pace and getting rougher. after a while, you start to feel your hole getting sore and with each passing second it’s becoming harder and harder for you to not cry out loud. silent tears are running down your cheeks while you try to stifle your sobs.
at this point your brother starts pounding you mercilessly. his big cock relentlessly drilling into you and shooting pain up your insides. suddenly his moans get louder as you feel his cock twitch and the hot cum filling you up completely.
you shudder in disgust at the thought of your older brother cumming deep inside you. but at least it’s finally it’s over, you think to yourself. at least this nightmare ends now.
however, your feeling of relief is short lived as you realize that his boner is not going down and he’s not pulling his cock out of you. it dooms on you that this was only the beginning of a long and painful night of getting fucked by your older brother, over and over again until you can’t think anymore.
“Not inside”? Baby you don’t know what you’re saying at this point. That’s not a decision for you to make. You’re too little for that. Now be a good doll and sush, we’re going to fill this cute tummy okay? No crying little love, I’m right here”
Let’s say hypothetically -because you’d never let me do this irl- I tie you up so you’re helpless to move or escape what I’m about to do to you. You love the idea of me using you for my own pleasure so you’re obedient the whole time, letting me bind you tightly. You’re such a dumb puppy I can’t believe you really trust me, you’re excited even. You have no idea what I have in store for you. You’re uncomfortable but the point of being tied up has nothing to do with your comfort; you’ve accepted that… Now that I have you right where I want you I tease your dick with my mouth for a little until you’re hard and visibly needy for me to do more.. So i spit on my hand and rub the saliva on my strap before I force it inside you, not caring about how you’re wincing in pain and begging me to be more gentle. I don’t want to be gentle this time, I’ve been gentle to you. This time you’re my toy and I’m taking full advantage of you until I’m satisfied. I won’t be happy until you’re a bloody, sobbing mess. I’ll only know I’ve done enough when you’ve lost all hope of getting out of this experience alive -of course I’m not really going to kill you- I just need to pound into you relentlessly until you subconsciously tap out from the pain and from there I’ll reach for my blade. It’s small but sharp and I’m obsessed with how it feels in my hand but even better how it cuts into your soft flesh. When I’m finally done using you like a fleshlight, you’re laying there panting, trying to take the time that you have to recover. You’re so cute. Your eyes open a little bit and you notice the blade in my hand and it registers with you what’s abt to happen so you start squirming helplessly. I want clean deep cuts when I do this so I grab your legs, pin them down and sit on top of them. Usually that’s not enough to get you to cooperate tho so I blind fold you and press the blade up against your throat and I lean in next to your ear. “The more you squirm the more likely I am to slip up and actually kill you. You don’t want that. I don’t even want that. So stay still like the braindead doll you’re meant to be.” Underneath the blindfold, a few tears stream down your cheeks. I wipe them away and lick them off my thumb and give you a lighthearted kiss right before I start slicing into you all over your body. You’re bleeding so beautifully and screaming in pain, trying your best not to squirm but doing a bad job. So I slap you and remind you how dangerous it is to squirm in this situation. I care about you. I love you. I would never want to put you in danger. Of course I hurt you but I hurt you lovingly and carefully. And when I’m done hurting you I reward you for taking the pain so well. But you won’t be rewarded if you can’t stay still and take it how you’re supposed to. I figure you might feel better if you have something to bite on to distract you from squirming so I stuff a shirt into your mouth and punch you just as another repercussion for not listening to me the first time and I continue to cut up your entire torso, moving to your thighs and select a few areas on your arms as well. God you’re so fucking gorgeous covered in blood as more is dripping out of every fresh cut I’ve left on your body. I just have to lick it up. I get a little carried away and bite your neck so hard I could almost feel the skin ripping away if I had just gone a little further with it. You screamed louder than I’ve ever heard you scream before and spit the shirt out of your mouth. And start squirming aggressively to get me away from you and I’m done cutting you now so I just back off and let you squirm until you realize that that actually makes the cuts sting more so eventually you stop. I give you a few seconds to cool down from all that. Good girl. Unfortunately for you I’m still not satisfied yet. So I watch you lay there, kinda flinchy but dosing off and once you let your guard back down I light a candle -romantic right- and pour the melting wax all over your bleeding back. You jump awake, screaming and thrashing again so I grab you, spit in your face and throw you down.
A harsh snap vibrates against your skin as Sir ties a thick rubber band around your bicep. Feeling the pulsating rush of fluid spread through the arteries and veins of your left arm. Beads of sweat drip down the open-slit above your eyebrow. Saline becomes your worst enemy at the moment. Yet, it does not compare with the sand-like touch with every swallow of sacred water and food. Nor, the pounding against your skull partnered with the incessant flame that coated your flesh. The change of seasons was not kind to you. Finding that the sporadic temperatures in the basement had created an even harsher environment for one to find solace in.
You watched Sir’s movements; disgust evident from the borderline permanent scowl on his lips. Spinning a shard of broken glass between his fingers, just as he would with one of his knives. Speaking as he flicked the crease of your inner elbow with his free hand. “Meat that was once ill tends to not sell well. The sickness affects the taste, it creates a bitter product that is subpar to my clients high expectations.” His tone was professional, matter-of-fact. No sense of emotional connection in his words. It sent the human part of your brain in a frenzy, wishing to be treated like his other Pets. The ones who are faced with the man’s ever fading compassionate nature.
Nonetheless, you were here. Arm dangling out of your cage, waiting for your treatment with high anxiety. “This will cure you overtime.” As his sentence ends, the sharp edge digs into your flesh and you swear that you can hear the exact moment of splitting dermis. A combination of dark and bright reds begin to spurt from the wound, heartbeat adding into the dramatization of the arterial spatter. Dancing white lines and dots fizzle your vision. Losing strength in your legs as blood ejects across Sir’s face. The man stood still, never flinching, even with the carmine landing in his dark, evil eyes.
Thinking about big bro catching me touching myself while hanging out in my room together.
He tells me that’s nasty and asks why the hell Id do that with him in here with me, I snap back saying it was his choice to barge into my room to use my computer earlier when I was already feeling pent up.
But as I pull my hand out of my underwear he barks at me saying he didn’t tell me I could stop. Shyly, I keep rubbing my tdick between my fingers as he continues to tell me how gross I am for getting off next to my big brother.
As he hears me starting to get wetter and wetter, he says I might as well show him since I was already doing all this. Saying he deserves to see it. So I pull my pants and boxers down before he comes over and snatches them off of my ankles.
Breathing heavily, he moves over in front of me, spreading my legs open so he can get the perfect view of my desperate rubbing. Swearing under his breath he pulls my head forward and asks me if I can see how hard this makes him, and I whimper a response to the massive bulge sticking out of his pajama pants.
Finally taking his cock out he moans how lucky he is to have such a useless slut of a brother for him to bully like this, cause what else should little brothers be for?
I try and respond but all I can do is whimper as I feel him push his cock against me, coating it in my wetness.
As I start to rub faster and get closer and closer, he starts pushing against me harder and harder, and the feeling his dick against mine makes me feel like I’m going to explode. Grasping me so firmly it leaves bruises he tells me to cum for him, to cum hard for my big brother even if it means being found by our parents.
Grasping at the sheets I shake as I finally climax, cumming all over my brothers cock as finally shoves it in deep. I nearly scream as I feel his load pump into me, but he covers my mouth with his hand tightly.
Slamming into me one last time, I’m left shaking and gasping on the bed as he stands and glares at me. Throwing my pants back on me he tells me I’m gross, and should take a shower, before slamming the door and leaving me dripping and twitching on the bed.
They say, staring down at the broken body lying supine on the floor. They seem amused by the fact that I can barely speak. I look up at the bloodied knife in their hand as they slide their tongue neatly across the blade, tasting the supple crimson they’d harvested from me earlier.
“Cmon, pipe up slut. You had plenty to say to me earlier, where did all of that wit and intellect go, hm?”
A playful chuckle escapes their mouth. I whine and roll over, trying to push myself up with my bloodied arms. Crouching down beside me, they cock their head like a dog, presumably looking for a response.
And, I would give them a response, but… some part of me can’t help but hope that if I ignore them for long enough that they’ll brandish their silver against my neck again and make me.
If they really wanted me to speak, surely that’s what they’d do.
Disappointment overtakes the intrigue which had previously dominated their expression. “Aw, did my new toy break already? That was awfully quick,” they sigh, trailing off and staring away from me for a moment, seemingly distracted.
Their eyes snap back to mine as I finally raise myself to a sitting position, moving my back against the wall.
“You’re being pretty boring right now. Are you really not going to say anything?”
I smile at them, and through hoarse, painful breaths I shake my head. They frown, turning their attention to the knife resting in their hand, darting their eyes between me and the knife for a few seconds.
My grin can’t help but widen as they suddenly and explosively lunge forward to press the blade against my neck, gripping my chin with their free hand. I catch my breath, then through the fear, I manage to laugh at them. I really can’t help but laugh, for reasons unbeknownst to me. They smile at me,
“What’s so fucking funny, hm? You don’t think I’ll do it?”
I shake my head, they’d never really hurt me. This is all just for kicks.
But then they push in on my neck. Beads of scarlet form upon the light incision. I wince and struggle, but only a little. I still want this, I think. The further they go, the wetter I get, so I must want it.
“I’m surprised that you trust me so much. Poor thing, you really don’t know what’s good for you, do you?”
Soft clicks of disappointment emit from their tongue.
“I expected better from you.”
The blade draws more life from my neck as they continue to apply pressure, and I yelp.
“Aw, what was that stupid little noise? Why don’t you use your words?”
I open my mouth, then close it. I try again to speak, but im unsure of what to say. I wanted this, I think. I still want this, it’s the type of excitement that I would never be able to have in my day to day life. It’s the type of excitement that makes me wet. I should want more.
I want a dom to fuck me while I'm face down ass up on the bed. My wrists bound behind my back, my hard cock and wet cunt on full display, so they can see every part of their good boy while my face is buried in the mattress. I want them to use my bound hands as leverage to pull me back onto their cock as they fuck me in long deep strokes that make me breathless with pleasure. They grunt, "fuuuck, you feel so good, good boy, such a good slut for me." I shake and groan as their balls connect with my cock, the friction making me jump with the shock of pleasure it sends through me. "you like it when I'm deep inside you, don't you?" they pant, grinding their hips into me as they fuck the last inch before their base in and out of my needy cunt. Making me whimper and groan and clench as the orgasm builds inside me.
Fucking your holes against your will. My cock constantly hitting all the spots you were most sensitive. You needed to scream. You needed to moan in unwanted pleasure. You couldn’t. Forced to hold your breath as I dunked your head into the tub. Seconds going by as I thrusted. Deep. Slow. Hard. You couldn’t hold it any longer. Your lungs aching for oxygen. Bubbles come through as you thrash. I pick your head up allowing you to take in 3 gulps of air. Shoving you underneath again. Groaning as your screams get muffled by the water.
yeah, being fucked while dying sounds hot as fuck. but you know what else does? being fucked while you show me how to kill.
wrap your arms around me and guide my hands, teach me where to cut, show me how to expose the guts of our victim beneath us. they're screaming and crying from how badly it hurts, but you fuck me hard until they stop moving. i stab them over and over and over, every time you thrust your cock into my ass i bring the knife down and tear into their skin. maybe eventually i drop the knife because i get so fucking lost in the euphoria. i start using my hands to claw, pulling the cavity in their torso open further, digging my hands into the flesh and grabbing onto their organs and bones while i moan and drool and give myself up to you.
then you grab my hair and push my face into their gore while you cum in me, and i instinctively bite down on the viscera, filling my mouth with their blood. make me cum on their warm corpse and then help me lick it all up before we dispose of the body together. when we're done, you fuck me again and praise me for how good i did, how brave i was.
Getting you drunk as fuck before I whip my gun out. What? Is it loaded? What a stupid question baby, of course it fucking is. I shove it in your mouth as I grab your throat right and pull you close. You not really knowing how to feel bc you’re soooo intoxicated. I force you to rub your clit and get yourself off with my finger on the trigger. You’re so fucking pretty like this.
yesterday while making dinner my bf jokingly threatened to shove my head into the pot of boiling water. then he proceeded to make fun of me when I very clearly got turned on by that 😭
I’d love to film porn with someone someday . But it has to look really old and scary and bad quality and it has to be too problematic to be posted on any normal websites and it has to make everyone who watches it feel really gross and bad abt jerking off to it. You have to yell at me and slap me while I’m already sobbing and bleeding at your feet. It has to just look irredeemably cruel and stomach turning. Or it’s not fun. And the location has to look really good too. Like somewhere nondescript and dirty like there’s no possible way I could be there on purpose. And it has to seem like I don’t know what I’m doing or what’s happening or what’s going to happen
