Just A Specimen

🔞 NSFW mid 20s Read pinned post for CW

[specimin6]

Welcome To Slut World

Call me Rex. Im a Belgian malinois and wolf alterhuman. I’m also into weird shit and I love evil doctors!! I wanted a place to post about it without making anyone on my other blogs uncomfortable. You are now in freakytown.

Content Warnings

This is a NSFW blog. Kids can fuck right off. get off my lawn immediately.

I will be posting about and reposting shit about medical procedures, needles, etc. You will probably see blood.

Here you’ll find a lot of medical play stuff, forcewild, and pupplay/petplay. Probably forcemasc too. I have a weird submissive military kink thing going on that’s hard to explain. I don’t support the military obviously.

If you don’t like anything you find here, well you’re in luck! There’s this awesome thing called a block button! Just press it and I’ll disappear forever.

If you do like what you see, feel free to interact! I love freaks. Send me an ask. I don’t bite too hard.

Yay

Forcemasc

cnc

Forcewild

Petplay

Bruising blood and general beat-upedness :)

Fighting and aggressive domination/ fighting for dominance

Forced submission

Medical play

Experimentation and mad scientists

Military and soldier kink

Somno/intox

T4T

Nay

Radqueers kys :). My blog my rules.

Ageplay

Forcereg

ABDL/diapers

Absolutely no vomit or scat

Vore is a no go

Excessive morbidity (usually fantasies that involve the death or murder of a person) are a no go for me. This includes cannibalism.

Detrans kink is absolutely a no go.

No forcefem involving myself.

Have fun guys !!

[professional-sinner]

Good cop bad cop but with doctors/scientists. One barking orders "I said lie STILL" the other holding you down, tightening the restraints "just do as he says, sweetheart okay?"

[specimin6]

A man is always at his prettiest missing a tooth and sporting a busted lip black eye and bloody nose

[specimin6]

Don’t you dare call me a “puppy”. I’m a dog. A full grown dog. I’ll take your arm off. Or do you just like seeing me angry-

Im just playing your game aren’t I?

shit.

[specimin6]

I’m better than any other dog out there. Don’t like that? Bare those teeth and fight me for dominance then, you pathetic little whelps. Prove yourself.

[specimin6]

Here’s what you do. You take one of those annoying puppyboys. You know the kind. With the ikea shark and the dropshipped outfit the same kind they always get from Amazon, the heart chokers and the wojack obsession, the shitty dyed black hair, whole package. You offer him dog HRT. You wanna be a doggy don’t you boy? You wanna be my good boy? On the first shot he’s already frustrated. You can tell he’s flustered. Fighting something within himself. You know exactly why he took that shot and exactly what he was imagining in his head and with glee you sit back and wait. Watch him reason with himself. Watch him try to quell the sudden desperation within himself by doing the usual submissive wuppydog nonsense, falling over you, forcing himself on his knees for you, and you ignore him. Let it fester within him. By the next shot he’s growing fur, and ears, and teeth. What he’s becoming is getting hard to deny. He’s growing. Getting muscular. Instead of flopping soft and velvety a pair of pointed ears sit atop his head. Instead of that cute pink nose he wanted, a leathery black one. No cute sharp little fangs, but huge gnarly canine jaws and pointed daggers inside his mouth. He wants to grab something and rut against it. Wants to take and use. Wants to bite and chew. This isn’t right! He wanted to be a silly puppy! He can’t even pretend anymore.

He’s humping you. Snarling. Biting your legs. Trying to pin you down.

“Don’t you like what you see?” You ask him in the mirror one day. “Is this what you wanted?”

If he had a bottom lip it would tremble, if he were what he was hoping to become when he let you shoot him up, he’d whimper. but all he knows is to snarl at you.

“I wanted to be a puppy. I see a big mean mutt.” He complains. Pretends to hate it.

“You dumb mutt.” You rub his head between those alert pointed ears. “I said ‘dog’ not puppy. You look like a good dog to me. A big strong boy-dog.”

And he’s just what you needed. Big and bristling and soldier like. You fit him with a camo collar and a good dog he becomes. He bites for you. Barks and snarls. Comes back covered in dirt and mud and blood.

Your handsome soldier. Obedient and addicted to your command.

And there’s more doses to take. More training to do. He’ll be the best attack dog you could ever hope for. And more ;).

This is what you do.

[mangeteeth]

sic

[mangeteeth]

OKAY <3 YAY. i had honestly had a bunch more extremely detailed thoughts in my brain when i wrote that last ask and now its just kind of floating around in me brain based of posts ive already made. mwds on the brain. but i think i cooked with the “dog commands -> drill commands” idea bcos the response has to be a lot more instantaneous and precise idk. (just saying you for ease of writing not YOU-you but) sum1 saying the word “attention” in normal conversation and you immediately stiffen up, looking straight ahead. n they praise you and pat your head but you cant really respond bcos of the command. and instead of normal runofthemill “inspection kink” they r circling around you, sometimes roughly grabbing your head and tilting it and saying “eyes forward” and/or tugging your arms down or something. handing u a rifle and quickly barking commands at u and watching carefully as u fumble around with it. scribbling things down on a clipboard about your posture and how quickly you responded to the commands and all that. and when u go on ‘walks’ they r whispering commands in your ear as they tug you around and watching you stumble trying to follow them and harshly correcting you n quickly issuing more. and getting u a uniform but not a slutty or revealing one its just. uniform. and ur behavior is a lot more strictly regulated because theres always the threat of being smoked or yelled at or drilled until u cant walk. and when u get dysphoric they push you around and tell u that stupid little girl you seem to think you are would never make it as far as u did. why do u think a majority of the military is male. u better drop that “im a girl” bullshit act bcos its not going to get u out of anything. grabbing ur rifle and pushing u to the ground and forcing the butt of it between ur legs n calling you a good little soldier n telling you to shut the fuck up, u dont have permission to speak, this is just part of ur training, you should know that, there you go, good boy, at ease. n getting u a collar with those k9/mwd patches on it and a leash that says “DO NOT PET, WORKING DOG IN TRAINING” down it on either side. n getting a bite sleeve n training you to attack and tackle them to the ground, and pointing guns at u and ordering u to disarm them and praising you for performing so well under pressure. idk.

also only slightly related but one time while i was watching shameless i heard the phrasing “you cant make the little soldier salute if he doesnt see an officer in the room” in relation to trying to get someone hard and it was the most erotic shit ive ever heard actually. i need bottom surgery so someone can say “present arms” and watch me get hard and praise me for knowing how to follow the command without a weapon. and maybe tell me “at ease” and get faux-irritated when i cant just push my fucking dick back down and say theyll do it for me if im gonna be stubborn. and. i shant say………………..

can you tell i am Fucking Insane and didnt get enough sleep for this to be coherent… sighs.

-@werewolfdogthing

HGELLO THIS IS SO GOOD oh my goddd. normal inspection kink is so unsexy to me but that… hmmm…. having Thoughts. also tge idea of someone tearing down the soft exterior of you not necessarily because they care but because it’s an obstacle to them. them training you instead into the perfect man, the perfect soldier, the perfect mutt. me when violence as submission

[specimin6]

I want a buzz cut. I need a buzz cut. I need a busted lip to go along with it.

[specimin6]

I love trans dudes. I love trans dudes so much. I love us all. Mwah mwah mwah.

[specimin6]

Being experimented on and the doctor is recording the entire thing and explaining what he’s doing to the camera the whole time

[specimin6]

I’m just saying if a an evil mad scientist put those latex gloves on me for 5 seconds too long I’d probably nut without even being touched down there

[some-call-me-menace]

you know how some people sleep with guns or knives under their pillows for protection? KEEP YOUR KNIGHT IN YOUR BED INSTEAD!! FOR SAFETY REASONS!! THAT'S YOUR LIVING WEAPON!!!! #mylivingweapon

[dearcervus]

Giving a patient a few edibles before I start experimenting on them… making them all calm and sleepy. It’s so much easier to do my work when my patients are relaxed and unresisting... I don’t even have to restrain them at all… What a difference it can make. Just a little bit of help and they’re practically melting into to the table after just a few touches… so cute 🖤

[hubrisinnate]

Quick practice putting me in a 4 pt restraint for no reason whatsoever

[intoxedpup]

i dont have a medical kink BUT somebody inspecting me and jotting down random things: how fast i bruise , how many gloved fingers fit in to me without resistance , how many orgasms they can wring out of me , how many shocks + at what voltage i can take before i'm begging them to stop ..

just wanna be a good little experiment for somebody ! they cld keep me caged and bound , subjecting me only to their tests <3

[ivyrotica]

a doctor who offers to help you transition — kind, patient, saying all the things you’ve always wanted to hear. he looks at you and sees you in a way nobody else ever has. not like you’re confused or broken or just pretending. not like you’re some project to be fixed.

he sees you as a boy. immediately, unquestioningly, fully.

it’s intoxicating. it’s disarming. it’s what you’ve always wanted.

you trust him.

and then you wake up somewhere unfamiliar. wrists strapped to the bed, head pounding, heart racing.

he’s there, smiling down at you with a gentle hand stroking your hair. “shh, it’s alright,” he murmurs, like he’s soothing a scared animal. “this is just part of the process. you’re safe now. you’re mine.”

he keeps you in his basement — away from the world that never really wanted you anyway. he gives you your hormones like clockwork, praises every small change in your body like it’s a miracle.

he treats you like the boy you are, even when he strips you bare and makes you kneel.

you fight at first. cry, scream, beg. but he’s patient. methodical. he puts you in no-win situations, setting traps you can’t avoid, forcing you to come crawling back to him every time.

each loss peels another layer off you until eventually, you stop struggling.

you start looking for his approval.

you start feeling proud when he calls you good boy.

he’s made himself your whole world — your caretaker, your captor, your god.

and deep down, even through the fear, a part of you aches with relief.

someone finally sees you.

someone finally loves you exactly the way you are.

even if it means belonging to him forever.