Another H*rny Blog

26 y/o trans man, 18+ only - minors or no age in bio will be blocked. Asks, DMs, and submissions are open

[scalesftm]

Hello! Minors don’t follow or interact, age in bio or you get blocked. About Me: 27 year old transmasc Will Write: Monsters, bdsm, size difference, cnc, somno, rough, bondage, pain, degradation, praise, historical, free use, t4t, eggs, overstim, tentacles, objectification/being treated like a toy, humiliation

Won’t Write: Furry, scat, ageplay/ddlg, pregnancy, lactation, incest (I don’t care if you personally are into these things. You do you. Just don’t request them from me!) Messages, asks, and submissions are all open at the moment. Feel free to send writing requests in and I’ll do my best to fulfill them! I often want to write posts but just don’t know what people are looking for. You can also just tell me how your day has been or vent about something. Anon is open.

[scalesftm]

I hate having to block people when they’re clearly not a spam account so reminder to put your age in your bio if you’re interacting with my posts in any way. If you realise that I’ve blocked you for this but you’re an adult, message me once you’ve put your age in your bio and I will unblock you

[scalesftm]

Tentacles/tendrils from something that needs tightness in order to be satisfied so every time you finally manage to adjust to it, another one forces its way into you. Constantly seeking more pressure from you, actively enjoying your struggling. Once you run out of energy it just adds new appendages faster until nothing more can wriggle inside of you, whether it runs out of mass or your body can’t physically stretch any further.

[scalesftm]

I’m considering posting as I do a challenge I’ve set up for myself this year, but I think I’ll make a side blog for it. The challenge definitely matches the themes of this one but I kind of want to just keep this blog for stories/limited reblogging and have a new one for personal stuff and more extensive reblogging. That way people who aren’t interested in that type of content don’t have to filter or unfollow, and messages for story requests vs personal requests can stay separate. If anyone would like to follow that blog, let me know and I’ll make it.

[johannestevans]

trans twink bard embarrassed and humiliated when he gets put on stage in front of a pub filled with huge, hulking warriors thinking they're about to listen to him sing, but instead they all laugh and jeer as the pub's captured mimic tentacle fucks him before the crowd

[johannestevans]

screaming because he's certain he's about to get eaten, his clothes ripped off his body, and then loudly moaning because the mimic's huge purple tongue, longer than he is tall, swipes across his cunt and then sinks inside him and it feels so good he stops struggling

all these burly warriors laughing and cheering, taking bets on how long until he comes, how deep the tentacles will go in him, how many eggs the mimic is going to deposit inside each of his holes

he's so humiliated but that just makes him hornier

and let's be honest, he's a slut - he was going to get fucked tonight either way, this way he's just going to be stuffed full of mimic eggs and is going to come repeatedly until his brain melts out of his ears

[thothours]

a sweet, collared stay-at-home boytoy with a cute, soft pussy and a round little ass. being an owned pet, his holes are the property of his dom, and they love reminding him of it, keeping his holes plugged up most of the time when they’re not being used. only problem is that baby boy keeps getting uncomfortable and taking the plugs out without permission. his owner tries to train him at first, punishing his little asshole by putting a ginger root inside of it before plugging it up and spanking him until he’s crying, claiming that he’s learned his lesson, but being the dumb toy that he is it just keeps happening.

deciding that enough is enough, his dom buys him a double dildo chastity belt. the first time he shows it to the boy he starts crying, realising what he’s gotten himself into. his dom ties his hands together behind his back before slipping a gag into his mouth, whiping a tear off of his cheek and petting his head. the chastity belt is placed on a low chair and the dom leads the boy up to it. he’s whining and protesting behind his gag and making small attemps at getting away, but he’s small and his dom is so big and strong that he knows he’d never have a chance. the dom cuffs his ankles to the legs of the chair, forcing them apart, before starting to ease the boy down onto the dildos.

the boy panics as he feels his pussy lips and the rim of his asshole parting for the foreign objects, knowing that his holes aren’t going to close again for a long time. his little pussy is forced to split open for the huge dildo and his asshole clenches around it’s toy, struggling against the intrusion, but to no avail. the stretch is almost too much and he cries out, but the dom keeps pressing him further down onto the toys.

the boy wails as the dildos fill him out, several bulbs slipping past the rim of his asshole and a big, fat dildo pressing uncomfortably against that sensitive spot inside his front hole. he’s too full and squirms involuntarily, trying to get away from the unwanted sensations, but his dom holds him down with a secure hand on his hip. once he’s adjusted slightly, they begin to buckle the boy up. he’s sniffling now, the cold metal against his soft tummy and waist making him fully realise the permanence of the situation he’s in. once the lock clicks in place his dom smiles proudly at him and gives him a kiss on the head, happy knowing his boy isn’t going to forget who his holes belong to anytime soon!

[dumbpuppyfag]

new treatment for all mental illness called Pulled In By Collar And Forcibly Made Out With and it's literally free folks

[scalesftm]

Wouldn’t it be nice to be decoration at a party? Posed, maybe restrained or maybe just delicately wrapped in something that’ll break if you dare to move. On display for everyone to see but for nobody to touch or use. Nobody even talks to you, because you’re the same as a statue or a painting.

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You had some concerns about penetration after you started HRT, so your doctor books you in for a stress test, telling you it’ll take several hours. You get there, undress from the waist down, and hop up on the table with a drape over your lap. They have you put your feet in the stirrups, adjusting the drape while explaining that it’s important that they can see and that you can’t. You understand. You’re surprised when you hear a quiet buzzing, and even more when you realize it’s an electric trimmer and they’re shaving around your hole, but you don’t say anything. They wipe you thoroughly and tell you to relax.

The first thing they press into you is one finger coated generously with cold lube. Then two fingers. Next, they slowly press a narrow dilator in, remarking that you’re doing well so far. The next one makes your leg twitch closed. Before you can apologise they place a hand on your inner thigh to press it back to where it was before.

The third time your legs try to close they tell you that you need to relax for the test to be successful. The fifth, they jokingly offer you restraints. The sixth, you find out it wasn’t a joke as they place a spreader bar between your legs. You swear they skipped a couple sizes when they’re stretching you with the next dilator because it hurts in a way the others haven’t.

You try to say that you can’t go bigger, but they shush you and tell you that you can. You just need to relax. You say that you’re trying. They offer to help, and you accept.

You thought they’d give you a pill, but instead they start to stimulate you. No matter what you say they don’t stop until you’ve orgasmed, and as soon as you have they press the next dilator into you. They tell you that you didn’t even need lube for it, so clearly you can keep going.

Hours pass like that. By the end there’s more than a puddle of lube and cum on the table under you, and the spreader bar is holding your legs up instead of forcing them open. The doctor removes your drape and tells you to look so that you can see for yourself. You watch, partially in a daze, as they fist you with complete ease. After a moment they pull out something that looks like a display piece more than a toy and push it into you, explaining that you probably shouldn’t go larger but if you want to they can help you. They slide it out and hand it to you, telling you to try using it on yourself. It’s so heavy that you almost drop it but you push it in slowly. They take it back and start pumping it in and out while you watch, so worn out that all you can do is lay there as they fuck you with it.

You watch them document it in your chart, unaware of all of the photos of yourself that now sit in your file other than the one they take of your gaping hole. They offer you a large plug if you want to stay open, but you refuse it. You lay there feeling so empty as they type their notes, your hole drooling. You take their offer of gloves so that you can push your own fist in, finding that it helps you feel better to not be so empty.

[scalesftm]

Getting used for a demonstration on all the fun ways to inflict pain on a clit. Feet in stirrups, ropes tied tightly around your legs to keep them spread without a bar getting in the way. It’s easier to see what’s happening with it pumped, so you get brief breaks between each round of people slapping, pinching, flicking, and snapping for it to get attached to a pump to keep it nice and swollen. The bigger it gets, the more people enjoy seeing it jiggle after each impact. They pay no mind to your tears or your legs straining against the ropes, all they need is what’s between your legs. After everyone has had their turn you have to just get dressed and pretend you don’t feel it rubbing against your now too tight underwear, just like you have to pretend that you aren’t still soaking wet from all of that attention.

[stockholmgf]

i simply want to sit/kneel in front of someone and just let them slap me for a lil bit and be amused by my tears when it starts to hurt too bad

[sunsexanddrugs]

"it's too big!!" oh please, look at you, dripping all over me and i haven't even put it in halfway. it won't fit? well that's not what this cunt is tellin me, so shut the fuck up and take it. you wanna be a good boy for me, right?

[stellanix]

okay so like. exhibitionism, but instead of showing yourself off, someone else is stripping you and showing you off, like a prized object

[doghemolymph]

tdick torture when? tdick cbt when? hitting me in the dick with rubberbands and a paddle and a crop until its bruised and more swollen than hard and im overstimulated already? and then holding the wand to my dick???? please???????? and my cunt is dripping and aching and i need to be fucked but you fuck my ass. and yeah i cum again but my cunt is so empty it hurts?

[scalesftm]

One of the best parts of pumping a clit is how much it can hurt. If you’re not careful it’ll pinch the labia trying to get a good seal. If you let it run until you can’t take it, it’ll pinch them even if you are careful. Everything that comes after it’s swollen are great, but the whole process should be enjoyed!

[scalesftm]

I want to give a cuntboy a dildo that’s just a bit too big for him and too firm for him to ignore. Tell him to come find me once he’s managed to take the entire thing. It takes a while but he comes back, shaky and a bit out of breath but clearly proud of himself. I stop the timer I had going and have him lay down so that he can catch his breath while I pump his pussy until it’s almost unrecognisably swollen. Any time he tries to close his legs I take off the pump to spank his tdick before pumping it further. Everything is so red and puffy by the time I’m done.

I lead him through the house, laughing at how he can’t seem to walk comfortably. He’s confused when he sees something I made. It looks like a shelf with legs, almost like a ladder. It’s badly made, too. I didn’t finish the edges of the shelf and used the quickest construction method I could, leaving some screw heads sticking up on the shelf. When I set that too-big dildo on it he understands and starts to climb it to carefully lower himself. It takes a bit of time. I spent so long diligently pumping him that his hole was no longer stretched enough, and he was probably in a much more ergonomic position when he was fucking himself. I hold the dildo steady for him until it’s far enough in for his cunt to keep it. He winces with every movement, but by the end his legs are shaking too badly for him to do anything but fall on the rest. His pained moan is wonderful, but I know how to make it even better.

I start with his arms. First I fold them so that his wrists are up near his neck, then I tie them like that so that he can’t move them or use them for balance. He really starts to panic when I grab one of his legs to fold it up, his weight immediately crushing his swollen cunt on that side as his support is removed. His begging is music to my ears. I can tell he’s trying to use his other leg to compensate as much as possible. It’s an exercise in futility, since we both know that I’m going to remove that next. The unfinished edges of the wood scrape against his inner thighs.

The second leg is much more devastating, based on how he nearly screams. I take a look and it’s clear the barely-there base of the dildo is doing a wonderful job at pinching some of his labia. The exposed screws I didn’t finish putting in aren’t even visible, absorbed by the swollen mass. Once I’m finished tying that leg I fondly pinch the over sensitive tip of his clit, tugging to see if any of the nail tips are in the right spot to be poking at it. They aren’t, unfortunately, but I can fix that later. I blindfold him to add a bit more challenge to his balance.

Only after all of that is done do I start the timer for twice as long as it took him to figure out how to fit that dildo. Next time he’ll be more motivated, I’m sure. Whenever he seems to find his balance I give him a couple minutes before adding some more challenge, like tying a weight to one of his legs but not the other. Sometimes he begs for this to end, that he didn’t want this, but I remind him that he’s the one that brought up cock and ball torture and I’m going to see it through.

About halfway through I grab my hammer and nails to correct the placement. He isn’t prepared for the shelf to start hitting into him, but the panic from that is nothing compared to when he feels the first blunt nail tip touch his cock. He starts begging again, more intense with every tap of my hammer. I tell him that I’ll offer him one out: I’ll place just two more nails, but in a few days I’m going to pump him up again and use a riding crop. He agrees so readily without asking any questions, something he’s definitely going to regret in a few days when the riding crop isn’t the only thing I use on him. He didn’t even bother to ask how many nails I was planning on putting in, and if he did I would’ve been honest and told him I was only planning on putting in one or two more. I’ll tell him all about it when he’s begging for mercy again in a few days.

[miscling]

everytime you see this post, slap yourself

just once, wherever on your body you'll feel it the most

just once, wherever it's most fun for you to get hit

get somewhere safe, or even get someone to help

everytime you see it, even you if you see it again after reblogging it

well done, now reblog. reblog as many times as you like

have fun!