Love playing the spinny wheel of what kink we be into today. Sometimes that dumbification really hits and other times it feels like I'd be ready to rip someone's eyes out if they said anything like that to us it's fantastic.
puppyboy who is intentionally getting as high as humanly possible so that he can get all soft and stupid and desperate in his owner’s lap. all glassy-eyed and loose, pupils huge, skin hot, whining over nothing, twitching from every little touch. getting clingy and bratty at the same time, nosing under his owner's jaw, grinding down in slow needy little motions, making it painfully obvious what he wants without having to say it. getting so wet he can feel it, thighs shaking, body practically begging to be pinned down and dealt with.
his ftm owner looking at him and instantly getting it. seeing how wrecked he already is, how fucked-out he looks before anything’s even happened, and deciding to make it worse. holding him down, spreading him open, fucking him until he goes even dumber. until the whining turns into helpless crying, until he’s too high and too full to do anything but take it, until every thrust makes him jolt and gush and squirm. fucking the squirt out of him, exactly like he wanted, until he’s trembling and soaked and boneless afterwards, all dazed and happy because getting ruined was the whole point.
Writing out a lil prompt thing for a forcemasc scene that’s been swimming in my mind for months now so enjoy. (This one includes some pup play and a bit of an older guy kink so be warned)
The morning light streaming onto his face did nothing to quell the intense feeling that something wasn’t quite right.
He woke up face down, head shoved into a pillow with his hips lifted into the air forcibly. A small whine slipping from his lips as he turned his gaze toward the rough patches of skin he could feel working sliding up and down the backs of his thighs torturously.
“Mornin’ baby~” Sir droned, leering at the boy as he watched those gorgeous lashes flutter open. He could feel the rising heat rolling off of the pup in waves, could almost praise how sweetly the boy tried to rock back into his touch even after having just woken.
“You forgot your T yesterday.”
Puppy groaned internally, chiding himself at missing his dose once again.
“How do you plan on growing big and strong if you don’t take your meds, love?” The older man cooed, peeling a hand away from the boy’s thigh to tangle his fingers into the pup’s hair, gently stroking.
“‘m sorry” Pup whined again, letting his head fall further into the pillow in front of him as the older’s hand slipped into his hair, pushing him down until he was biting at the fabric with his teeth.
“Don’t be sorry baby, be a good boy.” The man soothed once more, reaching out to grab a bottle of T-gel he had been holding onto for this specific occasion. He settled himself onto the edge of the bed, prompting the pup’s thighs to open wider and accommodate for his size filling the space.
He gazed down at the lean frame of the younger man, one that had been starting to take its shape quite nicely as the boy stayed cozied up in his ams. He hadn’t met him like this, but watching him become the man he was meant to become started a fire that craved more from the pup as he grew.
So when puppy was a bit too forgetful for a day and didn’t take any of his big boy juice, Sir knew when to step in.
“Relax for me, boy. Show me you know you can take it.”
The pup tried to sink further down, stretching even wider for his Daddy before he felt that, gentle, cool sting of clear gel lather across the back of his thigh. His eyes squeezed tightly at the contact, his whole body shivering as the older gentleman began to rub his hand against the inner seam of his thigh tauntingly.
He couldn’t even find the words to use, caught on his tongue between the now wet fabric gripped in his teeth and the increasing sense of tingling that entranced his mind puppy bucked himself back into his owner’s hands.
The man stopped above him, watching the young pup squirm for contact with a sly smile before leaning forward, pressing his chest against the smaller man’s back completely until he was caged underneath him.
“Ah-ah-ah pup, I’m taking care of it now.” Sir warned. His hands were back on the boy’s thighs in an instant. Spreading the gel across the smooth expanse of skin that lay beneath him like a cate.
He knew soon enough he would need to roll his handsome man out of bed and conquer the day, but that could wait. For now, this gentleman was about to become a Man Eater.
Kinda funny seeing those posts that are like “Soon, you will forget you were ever a girl” as a guy with memory issues because it just sometimes be like I already did
I think a lot of forcemasc is about the outward appearance of masculinity and ties a lot into the idea that physical labor is what it means to be a man in a lot of ways that I just don't agree with. Like idk for me forcemasc is an internal thing that extends outwards as I present as the man I am not the man I'm expected to be..?
Forcemasc but in a gentlemanly vampire kind of way. I'll lure you into my home and guide you into my arms, biting into your neck like the handsome delicacy you are. I'll make your head spin with each drop I take until your legs shake, and even then I'll hold you up in my arms whispering soothing words to you.
"Just a little more darling, you can handle it can't you?"
And when I finally have my fill I let you fall to the floor, licking my lips as I stare down at you.
"Get up boy, you aren't a pretty thing who just gives up when I'm done, show me you can be a real man."
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