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[littleastrocub]

Forced agere but your new dad doesn’t get mad at you and always treats you like his baby, no matter what your headspace is

Of course you’re not going to just give in immediately, he knows that, but that doesn’t mean he’s going to entertain the notion that you’re an adult

You’d cry a lot in the beginning and say things that made him a bit sad, “Let me go. I hate you, I don’t wanna be here, I wanna go home” but he knows you don’t really mean it. You’re just scared, new places are hard for little baby brains to handle “Oh I know baby, shh shh… Papa’s here, it’s okay bub” you wiggle and hit but he just holds you down in his lap and against his chest. “No no, we don’t hit baby, that’s not nice, okay?”

He doesnt act like your fighting and attempts to escape are at all intentional, you just dont know better. “Ah-ah! Don’t run away from Daddy please. If you wanna go outside, you have to ask nicely and hold papa’s hand.” “Let me go! Please I just wanna go home I don’t wanna be here! Let me go!” “I know you wanna see all the pretty flowers and birds, but you have to be a good boy. It’s dangerous if you wander off without me, bub”

Even through all the crying and screaming his voice is soft and he’s gentle. Overtime you just stop saying that stuff, he’s heard it a thousand times already anyways. There’s no need to pretend to be small, he’ll treat you as such anyways and it’s getting easier to feel yourself slip. Tired from crying as he holds you against him and you lean your head on his shoulder while he rocks you.

There’s not much to do, so you color and arrange your toys even if a few days earlier you said you’d rather stare at a wall than act like a baby. He doesn’t comment on any of those changes either, he just says how pretty your picture is when he comes to check on you. If you decide to not play tomorrow, embarrassed by him noticing, he just picks you up and sets you on his lap while he reads (out loud, of course, babies should be read to often).

You’ll always be his little boy even if you insist you’re not. Little kids always like to pretend to be bigger than they really are. Papa loves you because you’re you, his sweet boy <3

[wanders-in-wonderland]

Sparks Fly

I wake up groggy, head pounding, limbs restrained, mouth gagged. The cold metal of the examination table bites into my skin as I squirm against the thick leather straps pinning my wrists and ankles down.

He leans over me, eyes burning with sadistic amusement. I whine behind the gag, mouth too stuffed to make any coherent noises. His fingers trail along my inner thigh, humming a playful tune before giving my flesh a sharp, stinging pinch. "Look who decided to wake up!" He tilts his head, grinning. "Took you long enough, I was getting bored waiting."

With a smirk, he presses a button on the side of the table and a mechanical whirring fills the room as stirrups snap into place, forcing my legs apart.

His free hand suddenly presses down on my lower belly, fingers digging in just enough to make me whimper and squirm. "So sensitive," he coos, "You are going to be so fun to play with."

His thumb circles my entrance, teasing, before he plunges two fingers in without warning, crooking them upward ruthlessly. "Mm, you're already so sloppy. Bet you didn’t even realize your body could react like this, did you?"

A cruel laugh escapes him as he adds a third finger, stretching me obscenely, his other hand palming my stomach again, pressing down, forcing me to feel how deep he’s reaching. I scream behind the gag as painful pleasure shoots through my body.

He presses his fingers deeper and I arch my back against the restraints. Then I feel it, his fingers graze against my deepest spot and my whole body shudders.

"Oh, that’s your cervix, sweet thing. You can feel it, can’t you? Does that hurt? Or did you like that?" His grin widens as I whimper. "I think you liked that."

He leans in close, breath ghosting over my ear. "Don’t fret, I’ll make sure you like this."

With that, he withdraws his fingers only to replace them with something thicker, colder. I whine from the stark temperature contrast as metal slides into my pussy. A medical-grade speculum clicks open, forcing me wider, exposing my desperately dripping cunt completely under the harsh overhead lights. "There we go," he coos, tapping the metal dismissively, making it send vibrations through me. "Much better view."

His fingers return, this time circling my cervix directly, rubbing slow, torturous circles, stimulating me in a way my body doesn’t know how to cope with. I clench, jerking against the restraints but he just tuts, amused. "Ah-ah. Don’t fight me, sweet girl," he teases.

His fingers press harder, the pressure against my cervix mirroring a different kind of pressure building within me. He’s going to make me cum like this.

He grins devilishly at me as he presses deeper and gives my clit a harsh pinch with his free hand.

A choked gasp rips from my throat as my body betrays me, gushing around his hand. He throws his head back and laughs, delighted. "Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic." He pulls his hands away and wipes his glistening fingers on my thigh, smirking down at my wrecked expression.

"Don’t worry, pretty thing. We’re just getting started."

The hum of a toy fills the room. A thin, precise electric probe, buzzing faintly. My body trembles against the restraints, slick with sweat, every shallow breath hitching as his free hand lazily traces circles over my clit, just hard enough overstimulate my raw nerves.

"Oh, pretty girl, you’re shaking," he coos. "We just started and you’re so desperate already." His thumb grinds down suddenly, forcing a choked whine from my throat as the pleasure washes over me. Then he tsks, pulling away just as my hips twitch up. "Ah-ah. No, no, no chasing, you don’t get to choose when you get pleasure. I do."

He smiles at me before pressing the toy against my clit without warning. A jolt of electricity lances through me, sharp, bright, just shy of pain. My back arches violently, a scream tearing loose behind the gag as my muscles seize. He laughs, delighted, and does it again. And again.

"Look at you—convulsing like a broken toy," he sneers, dragging the probe lower, tracing along my soaked cunt. "You’d think your body would have some dignity, but no. It’s just begging for more." The electric probe flicks my entrance. “You know, that speculum should be a perfect conductor for this electricity. Should we find out what happens when they meet?”

He doesn’t wait for my response and plunges the toy into me, electricity crackling against my walls and the metal holding me open. My vision goes white as the shock hits every inch of my dripping pussy. I writhe, sobbing, but he only presses deeper, angling it up—

Zap.

My scream fractures as the current slams into my g-spot, my hips jerking helplessly. "There it is!" He croons, watching my thighs quiver. "That’s the spot, isn’t it? The one that makes you drip like a filthy little thing." Another shock, harder this time. My vision whites again out as my cunt clenches, gushing around the toy and the speculum.

But he doesn’t stop there.

The cold metal clicks wider, exposing my cervix to the chilled air. He exhales, amused, as the delicate tissue flutters under his gaze. "Oh, that’s sensitive I’m sure," he murmurs. I thrash and beg behind the gag, a pit of dread building in my stomach as I realize what he plans to do.

He ignores my protests and taps my cervix with the probe, just once, lightly, no electricity yet. I sob as the unbearable sensation shoots through me. Then he grins and—

ZAP.

I screech, body bowing off the table as agony-pleasure erupts from my core, my cunt spasming, squirting in pathetic, helpless bursts. He watches, enthralled, as I choke on my own drool, tears streaking my face.

Another shock against my cervix. My vision blurs, hips jerking wildly as another orgasm is ripped from me. Tears stream down my face, my breath coming in broken sobs, but he doesn’t stop. He leans in, his breath hot against my ear.

"You’re not even trying to resist. Just taking it like a good little toy. Go on, scream for me. Let me hear how ruined you are."

He cranks the voltage higher.

My world implodes.

Electricity carves through me like a blade, my cunt pulsing, my voice breaking into a shattered wail as I squirt again for him, my body writhing in overstimulated agony. He moans at the sight, pressing the probe even deeper, forcing my cervix to take it, to feel it, until all I can do is convulse against my restraints.

"Perfect." He purrs, finally pulling back to admire his handiwork, my wrecked, trembling body, dripping cunt, and tear-streaked face. "You really are such a treat to break."

He pats my thigh, grinning. "Now let’s see how many more I can force out of you before you pass out."

The toy crackles again as he waves it tauntingly at me. I whimper and his laugh is the last thing I can remember as my mind buckles under his torment.

[wanders-in-wonderland]

A Box of Fun

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.

Because she’s not allowed to stop.

Not until he decides.

[wanders-in-wonderland]

No Escape

I thought I was free.

He’d turned his back, let his guard down for just a split second. The door was unlocked and I took my chance. I didn’t stop to think, I just ran. Out the door and into the forest, weaving in between trees, going deeper into the woods surrounding his cabin. He would expect me to run towards the main road, get help along the highway. So I went the opposite way. I thought I had outsmarted him.

I was wrong.

The moment I let my guard down, stopping along a small creek to take a break, he was there.

A hand clamps over my mouth, yanking me backward into a strong chest. I don’t even have time to scream before his other arm bands around my torso like iron. Cold fear shoots through my veins, and my vision blurs with helpless tears.

“Poor dumb girl, did you think you could escape me?” His voice is calm, collected but I can hear the barely-restrained anger underneath.

I let out a muffled whimper, the sound dying in his hand.

The last thing I see before darkness swallows me are his eyes, glowing with cruel amusement.

"Did you really think you could leave me?"

--

I wake up restrained. My arms are stretched taut above my head, wrists locked in heavy metal cuffs connected to chains. My legs are spread wide, cuffs around my ankles, leaving me completely open, completely exposed. The cold air against my bare skin makes me shudder.

And in front of me, lounging in a sleek metal chair like a king on a throne, is him.

My captor.

He’s watching me with that same lazy, predatory grin, one leg resting over the other, arms crossed.

"Oh, look who’s awake." His voice is a velvet purr, dripping with false sweetness. "Did you have fun playing runaway, darling?"

I swallow hard, my throat dry. "Please! Let me go—"

He laughs, a bright, mocking sound that makes my stomach twist.

"Ah-ah-ah," he chides, standing and circling me like a vulture. "You don’t get to make demands. Not after you abandoned me." His fingers trail over my ribs, making me flinch. "I missed you. Did you miss me?"

I grit my teeth. "Fuck you."

His grin widens. "Oh, darling. Such a dirty mouth, we’re going to have to work on that."

He steps away from me, out of my sight. I hear the whir of machinery and I feel something smooth and cool press against my bare pussy.

I don’t have time to panic before it moves, sliding inside me without warning, thick and unrelenting.

I gasp, my back arching as the toy buries itself deep, stretching me open.

"Hmmm, see? Your body remembers me," He murmurs, crouching in front of me. His fingers brush over my clit, feather-light. "You can lie all you want, but this?" He presses down hard. "This doesn’t lie."

I whimper, hips jerking uselessly.

The toy inside me starts vibrating.

It’s not gentle. It’s never gentle with him. The vibrations are ruthless, sending sharp shocks of pleasure straight up my spine. My legs tremble, toes curling against the floor.

"There we go," he coos, watching me squirm with dark delight. "Just like that. You can’t fight it, can you? Your body wants this."

"N-No—!"

"Liar." His fingers don’t stop rubbing, using my own dripping wetness to coat my sensitive clit. "Look at you. Soaked. After everything, your body still begs for me."

I bite my lip, trying to stifle a moan as his fingers pinch hard, the pain and pleasure making my vision blur. The dual assault is too much. The toy in my pussy vibrating and thrusting mercilessly, his thumb grinding against my clit.

I’m drowning.

"You’re going to come," he murmurs, lips brushing my ear. "And then you’re going to do it again. And again. Until you remember, until you understand." His voice drops to a whisper. "You belong to me."

I try to fight it.

But my body betrays me, arching as pleasure crashes over me in a devastating wave. I cry out, shuddering, my thighs clamping around his hand as I’m forced into an orgasm I don't want.

He laughs, delighted.

"See? Perfect." He doesn’t stop. His fingers keep moving, the toy keeps vibrating, and the pleasure twists into pain, into too much.

"P-Please—!" I sob, tears streaming down my face.

"Please what?" he taunts, tilting his head. "Please stop? Or please more?"

I can’t answer. Another orgasm is already tearing through me, my body convulsing, my voice breaking into a ragged scream.

He watches, enraptured, as I fall apart.

"Good girl," he purrs. "Now… let’s try that again."

The toy inside of me fucks me harder.

His fingers move off my clit and I gasp with relief only to let out a broken scream when I feel the cold metal of a clamp descend around my throbbing flesh. The pain sends a shock through my body that amplifies the onslaught of pleasure.

He’s positioned the clamp just right, its jagged teeth digging into the hood of my clit, pulling it back to expose all the most sensitive nerves. Then it gets worse. A thin, oscillating vibrator whirs to life in his hands.

And I realize, with sickening clarity: he’s going to break me.

“Let’s hear you sing, pretty girl.”

The first touch makes me wail. The thin vibrator presses with devastating accuracy against my exposed clit, the vibrations searing into my very soul. It’s not even pleasure anymore, it’s a monstrous amalgamation of sensation that rips every thought out of my head and every breath from my lungs.

My throat is raw, my voice shredded. Tears streak down my face, hot and endless, mixing with the sweat dripping from my trembling body. But he doesn’t care. He hasn’t stopped.

He won’t stop.

I can’t escape it.

"P-Please—!" I sob, my back arching as the waves of sensation crash through me. "Please, I-I can’t—!"

"You can," he corrects, tilting his head with faux sympathy. "You just don’t want to." His fingers trail over my inner thigh, making me flinch. "But what you want doesn’t matter anymore."

He turns the toys higher.

The vibrations intensify. My body seizes, my toes curling, a broken wail tearing from my chest as another orgasm is ripped from me against my will. It’s too much, my nerves are on fire, my vision spotting, but he doesn’t stop.

"There we go," He coos, watching me convulse with dark fascination. "Look at you. So pathetic." He leans in, his breath hot against my ear. "This is what happens when you disobey me."

I can’t formulate words to plea anymore, my body trapped in an endless cycle of torturous climaxes, each one more unbearable than the last. My hips jerk uselessly against the restraints, my thighs trembling, my cunt fluttering around the invasive toy as it refuses to relent, my clit burning under the horrible toy and the uncaring pinch of the clamp.

"You’re going to learn," he says, voice low and dangerous. "You’re going to remember. And next time you think about running?" His fingers dig into my thigh, hard enough for the pain to permeate my sluggish mind. "You’ll remember this."

The machines pulse faster.

I break all over again.

He doesn’t stop.

[fairy-starlight-deactivated2025]

imagine a demon you made a deal with using you as his personal fucktoy and inviting a friend over. 

cw: monster fucking, free use, size difference, size kink, womb tattoos, stomach bulge, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, creampies, cervix penetration, anal, cumflation, breeding kink. minors, terfs and swerfs dni.

it was a mutual agreement between you two, hence the mark on your lower belly just below your navel, and to be honest, you actually enjoy it. that’s why you don’t complain when the demon appears in your room and grabs your hips and sets you down on the desk, pushing the hem of your sweater up to your chest. his hard cock sits on your stomach, the weight making your pussy pulse with excitement. he gets impatient and rips your panties off and slides his cock between your folds, veins rubbing your sensitive nub. you bite your lower lip as you look down, the size difference between you always making your stomach heat up with a mix of nervousness and excitement no matter how many times he fucks you.

“already wet,” he moans as he teases your hole with the leaking tip. the tip starts to sink inside making you gasp and jolt but he grabs your hip with one hand and uses the other to grab your thigh and push it open to allow him more access between your legs. “you can take it, you always do.”

he slowly pushes every inch into your aching pussy and your eyes roll back as you’re filled up. he groans loudly as he looks down at the bump in your stomach and traces the curve with his thumb. you look down and whimper at the sight and even though it’s not a new one, you still can’t seem to get used to it. he slowly pulls out to the tip and then slams his cock to the base, making you scream. he stays inside for a moment before slowly pulling out to the tip and slamming back inside for a moment and repeating. he keeps doing that a few more times before he starts to speed up and fuck you hard and fast. all you can hear are your own screams as the tip hits your spot over and over pushing you closer to the edge so soon and he can tell by the change in your voice that you’re almost there.

“cumming already like a little slut,” he groans as your pussy clamps around his cock like a vice while your body trembles as you moan loudly.

he grabs your hips and flips you over so you’re bent over the desk before shoving his cock back into your dripping pussy and fucking you without a care. you cry out that you already came and you’re sensitive as you reach back and try to push his hips away but he grabs your wrists and pins them against your back.

“i don’t give a shit how many times you cum. we’re not finished until i say so,” he growls in your ear as he ploughs into your sensitive pussy, abusing your cervix as the tip practically tries to force its way in with every thrust.

your jaw hangs open as the mix of pain and pleasure sends you over the edge again without giving you any time to recover. the demon grabs your throat and pulls you up until you’re standing against his chest as he lets go of your wrists and places his hand over the bulge in your stomach. your hands grab his wrist as he squeezes your neck and presses down on the bump making you scream as your legs struggle to hold you up. your body trembles as you cum again and the creature lifts you off the floor while you close your legs without even thinking. he holds you up, groaning loudly in your ear as his load fills you up and starts to leak out of your pussy. your legs fall limp as you try to catch your breath while the demon carelessly drops you on your bed, your back hitting the mattress.

before you can gather your thoughts, the demon crawls on top of you, cock still hard as he grabs your thighs and folds you in half to leave your messy cunt at his mercy. he slips right back in and starts ruthlessly fucking your sensitive pussy. you can’t escape him and have no choice but to take the rough pounding as his cock visibly moves just under the mark on your belly. you cry out as the tip beats your cervix demanding entry to your womb. your hands grip the bedsheets as you cum again, your thighs shaking and trying to close but the demon doesn’t allow it as he holds you open and fucks you faster as your walls milk his cock, sucking him further inside until the tip breaches your womb, hot cum filling you up until there’s no more room. the demon pulls out, cock still leaking and he strokes himself as his cum lands on your stomach and tits. he moans as he looks down at you, belly swollen with his cum as it leaks out of your abused pussy and more cum covering your skin.

“i forgot what fun fuck toys humans can be,” he chuckles as he grabs your throat and pulls you up. “you’re such a dirty little slut that you made a deal with a demon so you can get fucked stupid every day. didn’t even think my cock would fit.”

he grins as he looks down at his cock covered in cum.

“sooo biiig,” you mumble mindlessly, your words slurring together making the demon laugh.

“something as small as you shouldn’t be taking cocks this big in your tight cunt. fucks with your brain,” he smiles and laughs to himself at how the daily fucking seems to render your brain useless every time even after just one orgasm. “hope you’re still good to go cause you got another visitor.”

before you can ask, another demon, a succubus, appears and smirks at you as the first demon lets go of your neck and you fall back on the bed. you look down and your eyes widen at the sight of a cock longer and thicker than what the other demon has been fucking you with. her cock almost hangs down to her knees and is thicker than your forearm, the tip engorged and leaking with precum.

“don’t worry. the mark will help,” the demon says, as if reading your mind and sensing how freaked out you are by the thought of taking that cock in your pussy when his own cock is already a struggle.

the succubus hums as she crawls on top of you and you cry out when her cock sits on your swollen, cum stained stomach, the tip just passing your navel. the weight of it has your head spinning as precum leaks onto your skin.

“thanks for getting her warmed up for me. maybe if she’s lucky, she won’t completely break like the others,” she giggles as she runs her cock through your folds and you look between them.

“wha-what are you talking about,” you stammer and the succubus shrugs.

“oh, just that the last couple of humans i fucked, it was too much for them and it drove them mad and they were never the same. it shouldn’t be a problem since my friend here was kind enough to stretch you out and break you in for me,” she hums as she strokes herself and more precum drips from the swollen head.

she looks down as your swollen belly and presses down so all the cum gushes out, making you cry out at the pressure.

“no matter how many times i fuck her, she’s still a tight bitch so you still might have to be careful at first,” the demon says as he leans against your desk, watching as their cum makes a mess on your bed.

“well, you just fucked her so we’ll see,” the succubus replies as she looks at the puddle of cum between your legs and spreads them opem.

the tips runs through your folds before catching your twitching hole and she pushes it inside. your back arches as the stretch even though it’s just the tip and you cry and squirm as she sinks further inside your tight pussy. you try to close your legs and crawl away but the succubus grabs your thighs and folds them against your torso, keeping you pinned and at her mercy and the mercy of her cock that will surely rewire your entire nervous system. the creature above you laughs at how pathetic you are, already trying to run away and she’s only halfway inside. if you want to be difficult, that’s fine. she knows how to deal with difficult sluts like you.

you scream as she shoves the rest of her cock inside your pussy forcing your womb open. she stays there for a moment, her eyes rolling at how tight you are, practically choking her cock as the other demon strokes his own cock, getting hard at the sight of your belly bulging as you’re forced to take every inch. the succubus grabs a handful of your hair and forces you to look down and you cry pathetically at the sight. the other demon made your belly bulge plenty of times with his size but this one is bigger and it’s deeper and stretches you wider.

“look, bitch. that’s my cock in your tiny little cunt and you took every inch like you were born for this. now you lay here and take it all like the good little fuck toy you are,” she says as she pulls out halfway and shoves it all back into your pussy.

you scream and cry as she completely brutalizes your pussy, abusing your cervix with the tip as the other demon watches. tears run down your cheeks as your eyes roll back as you’re completely at her mercy. you can feel every ridge, every vein as her hips slap against yours, your pussy gushing and coating her cock, thighs and hips as you cum once again. the bulge in your belly moves with every brutal thrust and a creamy ring starts to form around the base from your mixed fluids. the succubus digs her fingers into your thighs, surely leaving bruises as she shoots her load inside your womb and then pulls out, shooting the rest onto your body.

“can’t fill you up too much or you won’t have any more room. or maybe i’ll just fill your ass if your little womb gets too full. cum dumps have multiple holes after all,” the succubus pants as she flips you over and pulls your hips up and sinks her cock back into your pussy.

your back is arches as she holds your down by your shoulders, creating an angle that allows her to hit new spots while still fucking your womb open. at some point, your brain shuts down and your eyes roll back as drool starts escaping your parted lips and soaks into the sheets. the demon watches in amusement as you get fucked until you’re nothing but a living breathing cum bucket for both of them to dump their seed.

the succubus moans as you cum again, your pussy squeezing her cock and drawing out another load. she can’t stop herself this time as she buries every single inch inside you and releases her load until your womb is filled to the brim with her hot thick seed. she groans as she pulls out, cock still hard and leaking. she grabs your hips and lifts you up, your legs trembling and struggling to hold yourself up. you whine at the weight of your swollen belly while the tip teases your ass open until she’s sinking every inch onto your tight hole. she stands at her full height, lifting you off the floor as your legs open on their own, showcasing your leaking pussy as well as the cock opening up your ass. your body rests against her own as she fucks your tight hole, cum leaking out of your twitching pussy as the demon walks over and sinks down to his knees, grabbing your thighs and holding them open as he watches your ass struggle to accommodate the intrusion while your pussy struggles to keep everything else inside.

“destroy her holes with your bitch-breaking cock,” he moans as the succubus fucks you faster and harder.

you cry out as your pussy gushes all over the demon and the floor as the succubus dumps another huge load into your guts. your belly swells some more as she keeps going until her cum starts leaking out of your ass and down her cock, creating a big mess on the floor. your legs hang above the floor as your body goes limp as she places you down but holds you up as your legs are too weak to support you and the weight of your cum-filled belly. the demon in front of you walks over to the side to see your ass still stretched around his friend’s cock that is now soaked with cum and other fluids. she starts to pull out but it’s almost a struggle with how tightly your ass is still squeezing the tip until she finally gets it out and her cum starts to fall out of your gaping ass onto the floor while you collapse to your knees. they both watch in awe as you make a mess on the floor until you’re nothing but and cum-filled fucked out mess. the succubus grabs your arms and pulls you to your feet while the demon caresses your swollen belly.

“i have an idea. let’s keep filling her womb until she gets knocked up with our spawn,” he says and the succubus grins.

“you’re on.”

[spiderwell]

Kinktober Day 2: Sounding / Double Penetration / Oviposition

An elf boy who bought vine-bondage kit that turns out to be sentient. 

He planned a solo-night of light bondage, only using the vines to loosely circle his wrists, nothing extreme, something he could slip out of in an emergency. However, when he was asleep, the vines came to life and started to play with their newest elf. 

They grew along the elf's limbs, holding his arms and legs against the down mattress. The vines first spanked along his thighs and butt, increasing force and frequency until the elf was awake and crying out, struggling against their bonds. The vines continued to spank the elf, slapping his butt and thighs, deepening his skin with the blows, making him cry out with each one, the force of each building on top of last. The vines didn't stop until he was purple and bruised, a fitting punishment for barely playing with the vines tonight.

The vines then flipped the elf over onto his back, making him cry out as his bruised back-side was roughly thrown into the bed. More vines appeared to stroke the elf's crotch. A small vine traveled its way up the shaft of his dick, playing with his tip, circling his cock hole. The elf jumped at the contact, nervous and asked the vines to stop. But the vines ignored him and he shouted as the vine slid down his cock hole and through the center of his dick. 

~

The elf's eyes bulged out of his head, a scream got caught in his throat, while the vine continued to tunnel through his dickhole until it reached his prostate. The elf jerked in the vine's hold, head thrown back as the electric sparks of pleasure shot down his spine

It burrowed through his prostate and wiggled. The elf's brain overloaded and his belly filled with warmth. He didn't know if he was on the precipice of cumming or if he'd been cumming this entire time. He can't breathe, the pleasure was white-hot, his lungs felt like they were shredding with every breath. He could feel the vine sliding and circling his prostate, the pleasure was never ending as the vine played with his pleasure spot like a stress ball.

Then he felt another vine tickling against his asshole and he squeezed his hole closed as if that would make a difference. The pressure caused the vine near his prostate to squeeze and contract, making him gasp and wink his hole open, giving the vine an opportunity to slide inside him. He grunted as he felt it stretch him open too fast, the vine sliding against his sore cheeks, not caring about the bruises from the previous spanking session. 

Both vines pushed further inside him and he flung his head forward, trying in vain to stop them from doing anything more to him. The vines holding his limbs hadn't moved once, holding him firmly to the bed. 

The elf cried out as the vines between his legs continued their assault inside him. The one in his urethra has pushed past his prostate and was continuing into his bladder, pushing against his inner sphincter, instantly building a huge amount of pressure inside him. The one in his ass pushed further inside him and the elf was certain it had reached his colon by now. They were so deep, it felt like his entire lower half was being controlled by the vines.

More vines approached his crotch. The elf cried out, twisting in the vines, trying to get away, but nothing stopped them from entering his two holes. His back arched as he screamed through clench teeth as he was stretched wider than before. His dick hole was stretched by one then two more vines. His ass was filled with two more vines then two more after that, then he lost count. His holes were on fire, skin pulled to its maximum. He was going to break.

A free vine slung across his hips and stomach, anchoring him to the bed, allowing the vines to thrust inside him unimpeded. Tears were flowing down the elf's cheeks now, conflicting sensations from the pain being forced open too fast and having his prostate attacked from all angles. He could process everything that was happening to him, his entire being was focused on his crotch. 

He managed to pull his head up, he needed to see. He could feel the vines were pushing inside him, filling him. Then he saw it. His skin morphed and distended from the thick vines filling his insides. His stomach was filling out rapidly, ballooning round where it was flat previously. And lower, just between his hip bones, there was a small bulge growing to be the size of a crystal orb. It had to be the outline of his bladder. He could see the way the vines filled his insides, carving out room where there was none previously, thick and relentless. 

The vine across his hips moved to his chest, forcing him to lie back against the bed again.

The elf laid there in a daze, feeling himself get fucked within one spell from his life. His eyes fluttered when the vines pulled against his prostate. He didn't know if his dick was hard because of the stimulation or because of the three vines shoved inside that tiny hole. The vines continued to fuck him, thrusting asynchronously, constantly in contact with his prostate, pushing so deep he thought he could feel them in his throat. He eventually got used to the stretch of the vines, and unwanted pleasure started building in his lower belly. 

Suddenly the vines stopped. 

They were so deep it was difficult for the elf to feel where they were inside him. Then he felt it, something thicker pushing against his ass. It was huge. He couldn't stretch more. He cried out, thrashing against his bonds again, but the vines were insistent. It felt like an egg was being pushed through the vine. The elf gasped, the vines were using him as an incubator for eggs. The vines pushed the egg into the elf, forcefully stretching his hole open. 

The elf threw his head back, in a silent scream as the egg forced its way through his asshole and inside him. Another vine was ready to push another egg inside him. He cried out as a second egg was pushed along the vines and into his intestinal tract. He could feel the eggs traveling along the length of the vines inside him. 

When a third egg was pressed against his ass hole, the first egg pressed against the tip of his dick. He shouted and jerked back, but his limbs were held down and he didn't have any leverage. When the egg pushed through his tip, he threw his head back and screamed. He felt like he was being torn open, his cock hole felt way too small for the egg to pass through. He screamed protests, but the vines continued to work their way through his dick forcing him to stretch. His entire urethra felt like it was on fire as the egg moved through him. He barely felt two more eggs push through his ass and into his intestines. 

When the egg in his dick reached his prostate, he blacked-out, limbs twitching, belly quivering. There was. So. Much. Pressure. It felt like his brain was being squeezed through his dick. His eyes fluttered and leaked tears as the egg continued through his inner tract. It pushed against his bladder and he keened as it pushed against his sphincter, stretching him open.

Another egg pushed against the tip of his dick, working its way through his sore hole. He moaned, feeling the eggs in his ass with every breath he took. The eggs filled him, one by one, each still attached to the vines pushed inside him, filling him. He felt his belly fill out, his bladder a tight ball. He gasped and whined as the eggs settled inside him, bulging his midsection. 

More vines appeared and he flinched, afraid more would enter him. Instead the new vines circled the existing ones, right at the entrance of his holes. They then squeezed and broke the vines, leaving the eggs and vines inside his holes; the remaining stubs immediately healed over and retreated to the central mass of vines. He was left stuffed and spread, field with eggs and the long, multiple plugs. 

The new vines circled his ass hole, stroked the length of his dick, before moving to his holes, where the old vines were still sticking out. They pushed the broken ones further into the elf. He grunted and took shark gasps as it felt like he was being fucked with the longest dildos of his life.

The elf gasped out and thrust his hips into the mess of vines. The vines holding his arms and legs coil further down his limbs and he reaches out and grabs hold of them as the ones near his crotch continue to fuck the broken vines further down his holes. He closes his eyes and moans as the vines push past his prostate from both sides. 

He's been on edge all evening. He's so close. The vines can tell. They continue to fuck him, harder and deeper. When the broken vines in his ass are pushed and his hole begins to close, multiple vines surge forward to hold him open. The elf cries out when he feels the live vines against his rim, stroking him, teasing his hole. The vine at his dick has worked its tip into his own and the sensations are overwhelming. They push against the broken vines inside him, fucking him, fucking him, fucking him…

Until he finally comes. But with his urethra completely blocked, his ejaculate backs up into his balls, fire filling his inner tract, shocks of pain filling his lower half. The vines push against his prostate. The elf's eyes roll into the back of his head and he chokes on a moan. The vines rub against his prostate and he comes again, his stomach cramps uncontrollably, his entire body is trembling. His balls are on fire from not releasing anything and he feels like he needs to cum again. He's crying and gasping, eyes unable to focus on anything. The vines thrust into him a few more times, just to see how he twitches with overstimulation before retreating, leaving the broken vines deep inside him.

Soon, all the vines retreat back to its core of vines, something that looks like an innocent small plant orb. The elf is left panting and spread-limb on his bed. Brain still hazy with sensations. Unsure if he wants to throw the vine orb away or keep it forever.

Kinktober 2024

[oujicatboy]

Here's a little thing for when you wake up 😏

I've got a recurring fantasy where my partner has me tied up, and is going on and on about how pretty I sound when they stop and leave the room for a bit. I'm wondering what they're up to, maybe they're going to mark me up, maybe getting some more rope, who knows. They end up coming back with a recording mic and a blindfold. They put the blindfold on me and then set up the mic so it's inches away from my face, and start recording.

They start slow after that. I'm just bound enough to not be able to resist, but they know my safe word. They start with gentle kisses on my lips, light touches and subtle flicks of the tongue. My breathing gets heavier, and only when they move the mic a bit closer do I realize what their goal is. They pull themselves close to my body as they bite down on my neck, and a gasp mingles with a moan as I breathe into the mic. They take advantage of my aftershocks, groping my body from my neck to my collarbone down to my chest. They wrap an arm behind my back and pull me even closer to them as they line hickeys along my neck. I exhale every ounce of pleasure into the mic.

My dom knows every button to press to make the noises they need. They get a sqeual from the hard clamp down on my nipples, leading into subdued whimpers until they release. They elicit a quiet "please, please, oh please baby" as they trace their fingers down my sides. They only get frustrated whimpers as they kiss their way from my toes up to my inner things. I can't see a single thing they're doing throught the blindfold, and the sensations come in that much clearer.

My breath hitches as I feel the first fingertip touch my cock. I don't realize I'm holding my breath until I feel the next one, and my body somehow clenches even further. I've forgotten about the mic by now, my entire consciousness focused on that small portion of skin and one or two fingertips. My partner stops, and I let out a frustrated whimper and shake my head. I realize my mistake when they grab my face and move it into the mic again, and I plead into it "I'm so sorry, I'm sorry, I'll be good, I'll be your good pet, plEA-"

The next thing that goes into the mic is a sharp gasp and a whine, as my partner wraps their lips on my cock and holds it in their mouth. The warmth sends shivers up my spine and I babble incoherently into the mic as my body squirms for more. They work me exactly how they know I want, moving me closer with every motion. I start to grunt with each thrust, anticipating the motions and bucking into them.

Of course I can't see the glimmer in their eyes as they come up with an idea. I can't see the shift in their posture, no longer set on making this enjoyable for me. I do notice a slight shift as they lean over the bed and grab something from the floor, but I'm so close that I don't - can't - think a second thought about it. They bring me to finish in their mouth, and I make sure not to hold anything back from the recording.

But as they take me out of their mouth, I hear a click and a low buzz, followed by a whisper in my ear: "It's okay baby, I'll get those pretty noises. Just lay here and let me do the work." I feel the vibrator touch my thigh, and they slowly move it towards my crotch. "No, please, I can't, please baby, it's too muuuuuu-"

I'm cut off as the vibrator is pressed against my too-sensitive flesh. My body shakes along with it, and my mouth forms around the "u" in a long, drawn out syllable. My dom slides a finger, then a second, through my lips, muffling my noises slightly. They whisper reassurances in my ear, telling me I'm alright, they'll take care of me, they just want to hear my pretty sounds. I latch on to the fingers in my mouth as they slide the vibrator around my glistening skin. My now-constant moan increases in pitch as the vibrator touches my head, and my dom giggles at the change. They play with the vibrator settings, holding my body close to theirs, whispering praise into my empty brain.

I lose track of time for a few minutes or so, though my partner has been busy. They've lubed up a dildo and pressed it against my hole, which startles me back to awareness. I feel that I'm hard once again, and the vibrator is pressed directly against those most sensitive spots as they simultaneously fill me up from the inside. My moans have turned into some mush of shaky groans and half-formed words, but that wonderful fullness pushes a contented moan into the mic. I try to thank my torturer, but if anything escapes my lips it's intwined with a dozen other noises at once.

I can no longer feel if I'm close, only the overwhelming sensation of it all. I can't tell what I utter or how badly I trash against my restraints. All I know is I want it to stop, wait no I want it to go on forever, I want everything they can give, I want them somehow even closer, I want it all. I come so hard I can't tell what is happening. The vibrator is turned off immediately but the dildo continues to slide in and out of me, subtly, pressing every last drop of noise from my lips. I must have shrieked, because my throat is sore, but the shivers running through my body feel so good I have to let it all out somewhere.

My moans eventually cohere into words, flowing from my mouth like the tide. I thank my partner by name, into the mic, as the last bits of sensation stop. I thank them as they remove my bonds, as they shut off the mic, even as they pick me up and clean me off. I thank them through shallow breaths as we hold each other, thanking them for each and every touch.

"Thank you, thank you baby. Oh thank you, thankyouthankyouthankyou..."

Hello???? Anon?? Babe????? this is the hottest thing I’ve read in a while?? god the way you hold my heart dick in your hands, anon... good morning I don’t know how I can start my day now I just wanna lie down & get off until my brain gives out jdskgjsdfdd

[steamandcream]

I need a fuck buddy. Maybe two! I’d love to have a couple that just calls me up whenever they feel like having a third wheel, maybe have me meet them in the parking lot late at night somewhere, or on the side of the road. Then we could fuck in their car, or one of them could drive while the other did what they pleased with me.

Or maybe even a little abduction roleplay. Just grab me off the street, pull me into the car and tie me up while driving somewhere remote, maybe a nice big empty field or an empty parking lot, then have their way with me 😣

And object penetration….hnng. I can just imagine getting a cold metal baseball bat slowly lubed up and then pressed into my ass while someone pins me face down-ass up on the ground. Still tied up, can’t really move, so they’re free to fuck my face while I adjust to the insertion, drink a couple of beers, enjoy themselves while they watch me struggle and squirm and start to soak through my panties. Nobody around for miles, so no matter how loud I moan or shout, nobody will hear me. Nor can they hear me gag and sputter and choke every time someone comes down my throat~

Then after they’ve both facefucked me a few times they can flip me on my back, legs spread and ass still stuffed full - maybe toy with the bat a little more, so deep up in my guts they can see the bulge through my stomach. A nice spreader bar to keep me wide open, and they can use their leftover bottles to start fucking my cunt, oozing everywhere and having to really push to penetrate me. Some zip ties around my nipples for makeshift clamps, and if they wanted me practicing, maybe a nice thick jelly dildo in my mouth and down my throat, then duct taped closed and into place. Enough room to breathe, but gagging and drooling the whole way, throat bulging. Every once in a while one of them plugs my nose, too, and leaves me struggling and straining for air even though I know I won’t get it unless they decide to release me.

The extreme part of me wants them to leave the bat in my ass, but get something bigger for my cunt. Maybe one of them has a nice thick liquor bottle they’ve drank from and can slid that in instead of the bottles, much wider and ridged, not as nicely shaped. But perfect for force fucking a poor unsuspecting third wheel in a lot in the middle of the night 😳

And while I’m being pounded and stretched, they can removed the dildo, let me choke and gag and drool all over and then slam into my mouth again, this time with both cocks at once. Tell me how I should be prepared for this after half an hour or more of choking on dick, and don’t hesitate to fuck my throat like any other hole.

Once they’ve both come a few times, assaulted me with all kinds of objects and toys, then maybe they would remove everything and toss me in the car, still tied up with nips hard and red, knees still attached to the spreader bar, holes gaping and oozing, splattered and filled with come. On the way back to drop me off they can reach over and slide their whole hand in to my cunt or ass, no resistance, just wet and throbbing and hot, fist me a little in the back seat while I drool and pant, barely even aware. Then they can just until me, unbuckle me from the bar, and shove me back out onto the side of the road with no panties or bra. Maybe a skirt and a tank top if I’m lucky so I can stumble on home, sore and fucked and dripping~

But of course the next week I’ll be right back at the same spot 😰😳

[prince-stardom]

cnc scene where you keep fucking me even though im crying and scratching at your arms and weakly pounding my fists against your chest. im mumbling "please.... cant.... fuck.. too much.." but you just keep going. keep fucking me stupid.

"look at me. i can tell you've got nothing left in that dumb fucking brain of yours. just the feeling of my cock inside you. just the feeling of how big i am, how deep i am. you really can't ask me to stop, can you? you don't even have the capacity to want me to stop, huh?"

"you're crying, slut. you can't possibly be enjoying this. enjoying me treating you like an object. tell me to stop, and i'll stop. you can do it, toy. come on. tell me to stop."

you goad me to tell you to stop, but i cant. i cant admit that i dont want it to stop. i want you to keep going until im a fucking puddle on the ground beneath you. maybe im just too overwhelmed to speak. either way, you dont stop.

my face is coated in tears now, maybe im completely nonverbal at this point, except for the little squeaks and moans and cries i let out when you hit too deep or your hand finds its way around my neck again. i close my eyes, tears still streaming from my eyes, until i'm brought back to you by a slap across my cheek.

"look at me. you've got nothing in that dumb fucking brain of yours. just an empty fucktoy. practically made of silicone. you can't even ask me to stop, huh? do you even have the capacity to want me to stop?"

i shake my head so lightly you barely notice it. a wicked fucking smile spreads across your face.

"aww, there we go. can we try words now, fucktoy?"

somehow, i find the words -

"no.. don't... stop"

"don't stop, huh? your wish is my command, slut."

[goblinlace]

I’m getting dinner ready- prepared to his specifications. I’m naked, of course. I have to be ready to serve any of his whims at any time.

I’m chopping up the jalapeños when he comes up behind me. One hand lands heavy and possessive on my shoulder. I watch as his other hand reaches towards the cutting board, and he extends his index fever and begins to swab it through the juice from the jalapeños. He picks up one of the slices, large pieces that will be too spicy for me in our dinner, but it’s how he likes it so it’s how we eat. He squeezes the jalapeño chunk between his fingers, and I can see the watery liquid from the pepper’s flesh drip down his hand. He drops the jalapeño and his hand reaches down between my legs. My body flinches away, but his strong hand on my shoulder keeps me in place as he touches my clit with his finger, the one he had covered in juice from the peppers. He wiped his fingertip thoroughly under the hood of my clit, effectively coating my already burning clit, before roughly pinching and wiping my whole labia with the burning liquid. My most sensitive spots were filled with burning pain. All the muscles in my abdomen tensed hard and I gritted my teeth till my jaw shook. I whimpered, pathetic and feral through my clenched teeth, and he chuckled at the sound. I felt my legs begin to tremble, as he thrust his finger up into my hot, wet pussy, pushing the burn inside me now. He pumped once, twice, added a second finger and pumped in again. I’m ashamed to admit, when he pulled his fingers out they were coated and dripping with my slick. I watched him swab his soaked fingers in more of the juice from the peppers before he reached back between my legs and circled his finger, just lightly, around my asshole. “Please, no,” I croaked, voice cracking while I attempted to speak. He laughed again, rough and low, and I felt his finger begin to press hard, straight into my back hole. Once it was one knuckle deep he pulled it back out before thrusting home, sheathing his rough, angry digit in my asshole. Tears were running down my face now. My ass burned.

I collapsed into him, grabbing at his shirt with frantic hands, looking for some kind of comfort against the pain. My clit was by far the worst, and it felt like the delicate skin was melting off. My pussy was screaming, stuck in torturous hell, while my asshole tightened involuntarily, pulling the hot, burning liquid tighter against my pathetic skin.

[icraveyourmind4]

This is beautiful.

[estrusheaven]

Can you please please please detail your biggest fantasy about how you'd get a cuntboy to prolapse permanently so that his insides are always hanging out of him? And what you'd do with the prolapses afterwards?

First I’d have to thoroughly clean him out, multiple deep and big enemas to empty out any waste lingering in his intestines and leave him empty and ready for the stretching to begin.

I’d strap him down over a bench or table to keep him from moving around too much and give me clear access to his holes. Then I’d start with working him open, after the intense cleanout I’m sure a few fingers won’t be a problem at all and as he’s ready to move onto a fist I’ll give him another hefty enema of pure lube to help stretch his asshole to take it.

I’m sure I’ll meet a fair bit of resistance from his tight hole and crying pleads to not push anything else in he’s already so full but I’ll keep going, maybe I’ll manage another finger in alongside my fist to pull his hole open wider. After a bit I’ll yank out my hand and enjoy the lewd popping sound of it leaving his slightly gaping hole and go get the next toys I’ll use.

When his ass has been warmed up and given another big lube enema I’ll put a flared hung horse dildo onto a fast fuckmachine and push it a quarter in his now full hole before flicking the switch on, immediately watching it plunge almost balls deep into his lubed up guts and giving his stomach a small bulge where it presses against it from the inside. I’ll let the machine work his hole into a wreck and only once and again pull the toy out to refill his stretched out hole with more lube or to his horror replace it with a bigger dildo. Eventually his hole will be pulled out with every pull of the enormous toy and with enough time in that position he’s ass will forget how to close up and leave him a perfect prolapsed toy for me to use.

From now on he will be forcefully, or maybe thankfully kept in a diaper at all times when he’s not being fucked or have been fully cleaned out to keep him from shitting his pants or on the floor. With his ass being so useless and destroyed he won’t ever be able to keep from spoiling himself and I can’t have a filthy cuntboy make a mess everywhere. If he ever needs to have his prolapse tucked away a gigantic plug will be forced into his tired hole to keep his guts in along with a leather belt to make sure it doesn’t get pushed out and by this point I’m sure that’s the only time he will feel anything from having his ass used. I’ll also make a special made harness with a metal ring placed right where his once tight little asshole used to be so it pushes against his prolapse and make it well out around it and cut into his bright pink flower bud.

From now on his ass won’t be fucked by cocks anymore either, he will simply be too loose to use. Instead I’ll use his soft prolapse as a flashlight and squeeze it around my cock or yank on it to make him squeal. I’ll make sure to also ridicule him and publicly show off his ruined asshole to anyone who visits or maybe even livestream it while I do things like spank his exposed hanging prolapse or give him laxatives so they can watch him helplessly spill out waste and cry as people watch and mock him for being so disgusting and useless

[ftmrapeslut]

drinking again ✨

tell me how you’d force liquor into me and abuse my whore body

[nsfw-jane]

Mm, fuck. If I saw you getting drunk at a party that would be it, game over, your whole night’s about getting fucked now. As soon as I ripped your pants down and threw you over the arm of the nearest couch, everyone would be in on it. Doesn’t take much to spot a tipsy slut begging for cock.

I’d fuck you like that, shoving your face down into the cushions so you could scream and beg as I forced my big fat cock into your tight little asshole and reamed it open. Then the next guy, shoving it in with just my come to slick you up. Then the next guy. Then the next. Stretching you out and filling you up with come.

We’d get you all fucked up, your asshole red and stretched and sloppy and painful. But that’s not enough. So I’d grab a bottle of beer and shove the neck of it into your hole. I’d fuck you with it, back and forth, making you squirm as the beer chugged into your rectum. Would you cry even harder as you felt it filling you up? Gurgling into your guts?

I’d fill you up so deep you were crying from the pain and cramping. Three beers, four– however many it takes to push you from drunk to trashed. Three guys holding you head down, ass up so you couldn’t get the bottle out of your asshole– all while other men fucked your whore mouth, of course.

No booze down your throat. It’s faster to get you drunk by making you take it through your bowels. And more painful. And humiliating.

When your colon was bloated full of booze, I’d push the last bottle deep. Shove that swelling bottleneck against your hole– stretch it wider and wider– force it in, in all the way, splitting you wide open. Make you scream and fight the massive stretch.

Your hole would gape, abused and red, when I pulled it out. Then I’d flip it around and force it in big end first.

I’d make you take the whole thick, hard bottle, all the way down until your poor hole closed tight around the narrowing neck, desperate not to be stretched so far. It would sit like steel inside you, thick and rigid and filling your whole rectum. And it would stay stuck in you, knotted like a dog, plugging the booze inside your bloated guts.

We’d flip you over and rape your pussy. Maybe we’d rub your clit, but only by accident, when some guy was grinding hard on you with his cock jammed in balls deep. You’d cry and squirm and struggle, trying to beg but unable to talk while gagging on dick. Getting raped on both ends by drunk horny men just using you as a fleshlight to bounce between their aching cocks.

You would be fucking tight, crammed full by the pressure of the beer in your colon and the bottle plugging you up. No matter how many massive cocks pounded you into a dripping mess, you’d stay tight. When your bladder filled up from your earlier drinks, you’d get even tighter. Even more desperate for release.

And it would get worse and worse, the booze sloshing back and forth inside you as you get endlessly dicked. The nausea and dizziness and slurring and weakness increasing as the alcohol soaks in.

We’d give you something else to drink, too. After I had face-fucked you for the third time, I’d hold my cock down your throat. Let my bladder release and loose all that beer piss directly down your esophagus. Pour it right into your stomach, feeling your throat convulsing and gagging around my dick the whole time.

We’d make you drink piss and cum until your stomach was fit to burst, until you couldn’t take it anymore. Until every thrust of a cockhead down your throat made you heave and gag up sick. You’d be so drunk that you’d be incoherent, eyes rolling, drooling and dripping cum.

I’d drag you to the bathroom, toss you in the tub and pull out the bottle plugging your ass. Let you lie there quivering and pissing and moaning in relief.

Then I’d pull you back out into the party and see who wanted to try stuffing two cocks at a time up your ruined slut ass.

[sweetkittenboy]

I wish someone would stuff my little pisshole with a catheter. they inflate the little balloon inside my bladder and tug on it a few times, just to hear me scream out. if I clamp down it’ll burn more but if I relax I’m scared I’ll piss myself. either option is amusing to everyone watching. then they fill my bladder until I’m crying and begging for them to stop, and until they can see a visible bladder bludge on my tummy.

Then the fun starts. They leave me plugged and heavy, with no water allowed to escape. Let me go about my day, fit to burst. Have me drink more water, just to make sure every part of me feels swollen.

They aren’t going to release the catheter nicely. They’ll wait until I beg for them to ruin my pisshole, and wait more until they believe my broken sobs. Sit me down, spread my legs and yank the catheter right out of my poor exhausted bladder, balloon still inflated.

It hurts so much, and it’s humiliating watching the piss stream out of me. Especially since I begged them to ruin my pisshole, and they’re only getting started. They take whatever the biggest sound they’ve used on me before, and everyday they work up to a bigger size.

Because we’re doing this until my urethra constantly gapes and dribbles, and my pisshole can be fucked by every dildo I own.

[septimus-moonlight]

currently thinking about a poor cuntboy getting stranded in an alien jungle and stumbling upon a plant that doesn't enjoy having it's territory invaded and decides this is the perfect opportunity to propagate itself. it strings up the poor lost boy as he struggles, rips through his already tattered and dirty clothes just enough to find his tight cunt, and forces its way in, writhing and pushing as far in as it can get with its slimy excretions coating his insides. the pointed, flared tip forces itself against his cervix before it starts to retract, which is when he unfortunately discovers the sharp spines lining the appendage that drag painfully against his walls before it slams back in against his cervix. the appendage fucks him as he struggles and yells against the pain of its abuse every time it retracts, and he can only cry as his cervix weakens at the increasing force of each thrust. he isn't sure if he should be relieved or terrified when the thing finally breaks through the tight opening of his cervix. it continues to thrust in and out painfully several time and he can feel the flared head pull at his cervix as if it's going to rip through it trying to pull out of him. finally it pushes in one last time and stills inside his womb as his cervix tenses and tries to close around the intrusion. he thinks it must be done as he tries to catch his breath between dry sobs until he feels a sharp stinging stretch inside his womb. in his fucked-out and exhausted state he can hardly comprehend what this thing might be doing to him as the appendage rapidly expands and the flared head unfurls in his womb to lock it in place with the help of tiny spines pushing into the flesh of his cervix. he can feel it pull his cervix open further now that it's securely in place and all he can do is let out cries as he's stretched impossibly wide...

i can't decide how I want this story to end so i'll leave it up to your creative discretion ;)

In a situation like that, with his cervix stretched open and his cunt tortured by the spines of that plant, it's no wonder he can only scream and cry. That strange flared head flowering open inside of his womb makes things worse, of course, especially with the way it can anchor itself inside - there's no way he's getting away from this plant anytime soon, nor is there any way he's getting it out of his abused cunt. All he can do is shiver and sob in his bonds as the plant adjusts itself slightly, ensuring that it's seated nice and deep, opening up his womb for its next moves.

A lump, round and smooth, slides from the main body of the plant and down the vine inside of the cuntboy, almost as large as a fist. He whimpers as it presses against his cunt, then yelps when it pops inside; his breathing speeds up when the lump reaches his cervix. He knows what it is now. It's a seedpod, and the plant is using him to assist in the germination process, no matter how brutal it has to be. It presses into his already-weak cervix with more and more force, the pain escalating alongside it until it messily pops inside with a gush of sap. He can feel the hard-shelled thing settle into his womb as another seedpod rolls down the vine, treating him just as harshly as the first, and his womb is already uncomfortably full by the time a third seed joins the first two.

The plant doesn't stop, pumping him full of round, hard-shelled seedpods that scrape together inside of him. The pressure of the seeds makes the pain of the spines worse, of course, and he just sobs as his belly swells, stretching tight over the unclear lumps beneath his skin. There must be at least two dozen inside of him by the time the plant's activity slows to a halt, and he's left breathing shakily, limp and weak.

It's not done with him. The difficulty of unlatching from the boy's womb and cervix makes him cry out all over again, moaning and whimpering in pain as the head again retreats back through his cervix and scrapes against his tender pink walls, but that's nothing compared to what it does next. The alien plant, still unhappy with having its territory encroached upon like that, decides that the trespasser needs more punishment while the seeds inside of him are growing, and promptly enacts that punishment in the form of another spiny appendage invading his asshole, immediately pressing deep into his guts. The boy just whimpers, barely able to react in any other way.

Another vine treats his pisshole similarly, but this one is at least thinner and smoother, sliding up his urethra with barely any effort. He moans when it thickens and stiffens, plugging him up, and then yelps in pain as spines flick out of the head to anchor the thing in place, ensuring maximum discomfort for him as retribution for disturbing the plant's home. Another smooth vine forces its way down his throat and starts pumping him full of a sweet-smelling sap, as though the plant is determined to make sure he's absolutely miserable by the time he's allowed to push out those seedpods.

The textured vine in his guts explores deeper and deeper, occasionally jerking or twitching to press itself into his walls, and the vine in his pisshole gradually thickens at a barely-detectable pace while his bladder fills, courtesy of the vine pumping liquid into his stomach. Meanwhile, his stomach bloats quickly, unable to process fluid as fast as the plant can pump it into him, and the seeds in his womb keep growing in the meantime, making him look even more pregnant than before. All of these factors combined leave the boy twitching and moaning in pain, tortured with a full womb, full guts, full stomach, full bladder.

Finally, the plant seems to have had enough. The vine slides out of his mouth first, and he coughs, fighting for a full breath. Another appendage coils up atop the cuntboy's bloated midsection, and applies pressure; the message is clear. He has to push those seedpods out, or else the plant will have further punishments in store for him.

He groans, and obeys, starting by straining with the first of the bunch. It presses against his cervix from the inside, and the pain of having his abused cervix stretched open all over again makes more tears well up in his eyes. He knows the plant could just do worse to him, if he doesn't perform up to its standards, so he forces himself to fight through the pain in order for the seed to pop out of his womb and slide wetly from his cunt. The next follows much the same, and the next after that is easier, if anything; maybe his body is getting used to it. The plant seems to detect that the cuntboy isn't suffering as much as he should be, and takes the opportunity to start thrusting the vine in his guts, plunging it in and out, making sure those spines are scraping horribly against all of his inner walls. The boy moans, high-pitched and terrified, but continues to bear down anyway.

Four, five, six, seven. Despite the pain, it's getting easier as his cervix learns to give up in the face of his full womb. Eight, nine. His bladder feels close to bursting, and his constant straining doesn't help. Ten, eleven, twelve. Halfway there. Thirteen. Fourteen. As he nears the last handful of pods in this clutch, the vine in his pisshole relaxes. Hope rises in his chest, and his efforts are renewed - maybe the plant will let him finally release, after he gives birth to all of these seedpods. Please, please, please - he doesn't know if the plant can even understand him, but between moaning and crying, he begs it to take the vine out of his urethra and free him.

The plant answers his prayers. With his cervix stretched around the final seedpod, larger than all the others, the vine finally withdraws those spines and yanks itself out of the cuntboy's pisshole. The sheer euphoria of finally being allowed to piss himself and give birth to the last of the seedpods makes him cum, violently, explosively, howling his ecstasy to the jungle. It's pathetic, for him to cum from pissing himself, and he knows that somewhere in his head, but he doesn't care - it just all feels too good for him right now, everything else chased away by relief and pleasure.

Finally, the plant seems to think that it's taught the cuntboy his lesson, and retreats back into the jungle. Shakily, the boy reaches down to feel out the damages - he seems mostly intact, if stinging and sore. And much, much looser than he was at the start. A thrill goes through his chest when he easily slides an entire fist into his ruined cunt.

Maybe he should find another one of those plants sometime.

[1nterb3ing-deactivated20230130]

Also something super hot to me about getting fucked while my pussy is swollen and aching from the last pounding.

Telling you I’m too sore and you say okay, that’s okay, just the tip then. Kissing my forehead, lets me cuddle in close. But you rub your cock along my sensitive slit, still horny and wanting - the head of it slipping along my ruined hole, catching the wetness that’s pooled there despite my complaints of being too sore and you fucked me raw and now my cunt is swollen tight and maybe later?

But a shudder runs through you and you press just a little deeper, drawing out a whine from me as you do. I can feel your cock throb and get harder at the sounds I make, as I roll my hips to try and avoid the intrusion of your stiffening cock in my aching fucked-out hole.

You loved being the reason I was so sore, you loved the look and feel of my abused cunt after you’d pounded your load deep inside it. The red flush, glistening swollen clit peeking out between puffy folds, ruined just to take your load of cum. You cuddle me closer still, gentle but firm, not letting me go. I was still so hot and so wet.

Ignoring my whining and timid cries, you continue to nudge the tip of your cock into my slit. Almost involuntarily, the whole head slides in and I’m startled in your arms. You hold me still, the tight hotness of my cunt enveloping the entire head of your cock. It feels so good. I part my thighs more automatically, submitting to you instinctively. It aches but it feels so good.

Telling you it hurts, it hurts a little, and you apologise and reassure me it’s okay, but I feel your nudges getting more irregular now, a little less composed - and you push deeper still, into my swollen little pussy, tight walls clenched around your thickness. You’re holding me down so I can’t deprive you any longer. It’s so sore but it feels so good - your cock massages my insides, relieving the ache - I’m grinding my hips onto your cock now, almost in tears from the combination of pain and indescribable pleasure.

And ofc it ends in my tight fucked little pussy gripping your cock so hard it drives you wild, and soon enough you’ve entirely forgotten that I was “too sore” to fuck again and your hand is clamped over my mouth and you’re splitting me open on your cock, full length, deep strokes, lubricated by the load of cum you brutally fucked into me earlier - you love destroying my pussy, and I love to let you

[spideythot]

Control pt. 3

Installment 3 of my SIM hypnokink au; featuring Steve Rogers, Captain America.

Dubcon, noncon, manipulation, nff

———

When Steve jerked awake, he knew immediately where he was. He’d been here before, the basement of Stark Tower, Iron Man’s personal torture chamber. His memories were hazy - an ambush on his morning run and then a beating from Stark himself. Now he was tightly bound to a chair.

Stark didn’t make him wait long, likely excited to lord of him. The man strolled in wearing a three piece suit, and the nanotech hub of his armor. A young man trailed after him, clad in what looked like silk pajamas. The boy stayed hidden behind Stark as they strode forward. Steve tested his bonds, but they didn’t budge. He wanted nothing more than to punch that smug grin off Stark’s face.

“Rogers,” Tony greeted. “Got a present for you.”

Steve glared at him as he pulled the boy forward to give the Captain a better look. Peter… that Spider- kid Bucky has recruited. After his first mission, the rookie just hadn’t come back. Steve figured he’d been scared off after being assigned to infiltrate Stark’s empire. Here he was - a captive? - holding Tony’s hand.

Peter’s face was flushed, and he kept his gaze directed at his feet. His shoulders shook.

“Did you miss him?” Tony asked. “Did you even know he was here?”

Steve returned to frowning and glaring at Stark. So that’s what this was about. Maybe he should have checked up on the kid, but Steve had his own missions. And he had seen Spider-man swinging around the city after he’d left the Avengers.

Tony continued to gloat, “No, you had no idea what happened to your little recruit,” he said with a laugh, “Did you even care? You didn’t come looking, so you obviously couldn’t be bothered.”

“So he works for you now?” Steve growled, “So what?”

Tony laughed again, high and giddy like a child. “You hear that, Peter?” he asked. Peter shrank back, biting his lip and sniffling softly. “Captain America thinks you’ve defected. I bet he thinks you’re a criminal just like me now. I bet he thinks you’re just a worthless little terrorist in training.” Tears rolled down Peter’s cheeks and he whimpered.

“How could you think something so terrible about my pet?” Tony asked, attention back on Steve.

“He… isn’t your apprentice?” Steve inquired.

“Peter, what are you?” Tony asked.

“Your… your Good Boy,” Peter answered, his face reddening even more.

Steve’s eyes narrowed. Peter refused to look at him. He glanced up at Tony, who was grinning from ear to ear now. Tony dragged Peter close to him and slapped the boy’s ass.

“Why don’t we show Rogers how we play?” Tony purred.

“N-no, please,” Peter pleaded.

Steve grit his teeth together. He tried the bindings again, but still nothing.

“What was that?” Tony growled. He lifted Peter’s chin forcing the boy to stare into his eyes.

“Please, D-Daddy,” Peter whimpered. His body shook and he nearly fell to his knees. But Tony held him up, arms around Peter’s waist. Peter whined and his hips rolled against Tony’s body.

“Does that feel good?” Tony teased. He let Peter straddled his leg and grind on him.

“You sick sonovabitch,” Steve snarled, “What did you do to him?”

“Nothing he didn’t want,” Tony replied, “Isn’t that right, babyslut?”

“Ah, Daddy!” Peter moaned. His body jerked again.

“Say it again,” Tony ordered, “Say until you cum.”

Peter sobbed, “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!” He body convulsed against Tony’s with each utterance, and he chanted until his head tipped back. Peter came hard, wet spot forming on the front of his silk pants.

Tony released him and Peter dropped to the floor, panting hard.

“Amazing, isn’t he?” Tony admired, gazing at Peter on the floor. “I own his body, and mind really. But it’s more fun when he tries to resist.”

“You brainwashed him,” Steve observed.

“So you’re not as dumb as you look,” Tony quipped. He walked past Steve and began rummaging around the room for behind the other man.

Peter picked himself up into a sitting position. He hugged his knees to his chest and his his face in them. Steve noted how small Peter looked on the floor. He should’ve contacted the kid like Bucky had suggested after they thought he’d bailed on recruitment.

“Peter,” he said, keeping his voice low, “I’m sorry.”

Peter lifted his head and stared at Steve. “… I get it,” Peter said, “I get why… I just thought, maybe you’d ask if I was okay after I didn’t come back.”

“I know,” Steve apologized, “But we can get you out of here, we can get you help.”

“… I don’t… want to go back,” Peter said. “He’s not so bad… he makes me feel good. I still get to be Spider-Man. And it’s… honestly kind of nice to not have to think for myself sometimes.”

“And what about now?” Steve asked, “You look humiliated, he’s torturing you.”

“He’s torturing you,” Peter stated. “He’s gonna make you suffer. And then he’s gonna let you go.”

A hand clamped down on Steve’s collar and gave it a hard squeeze. “He’s right, Rogers,” Tony said, low and his ear. “I’m going to break you, just like I broke him.”

Tony snapped his fingers and Peter scrambled to his feet. He undressed, throwing his clothing aside and stood in front of the two men, hands at his side. Tony walked over to him. “Knees,” he ordered.

Peter dropped down again, kneeling on the floor and raising his hips. Tony knelt with him and immediately sunk two fingers into his hole. Peter gasped at the intrusion, “Daddy!” he whined.

“Slut,” Tony replied.

Peter shuddered at the name and sighed with bliss. Tony thrusted his fingers into Peter, working him back up. He found the boy’s prostate and stroked his fingers over it. Peter pushed back on digits buried inside him. Tony added two more and hummed at the way Peter gripped his fingers.

“May I cum, Daddy?” Peter begged.

Tony yanked his hand out of the boy, making Peter cry out. “No,” Tony said, “You don’t cum until Captain America cums.”

Peter lowered his hips, and turned his attention to Steve. He’d been glued to the scene in front of him, watching Peter writhe under Tony’s touch. Steve made an indignant snort when Peter caught him staring slack jawed. He quickly shifted his gaze away from the pair.

“Look baby, he’s already hard,” Tony purred. He swatted Peter’s ass. Peter crawled over to Steve and began tugging at the man’s running shorts.

“Peter, don’t!” Steve protested, “Snap out of it!”

“He’s not under, Cap,” Tony said, “He can do whatever he wants.”

“I wanna cum,” Peter declared. He ripped Steve’s shorts open and pulled his dick free from his shorts. He started stroking the man’s cock, twisting his wrist with each pump. He gazed up at Steve through his lashes, batting them as the man stared down at him in shock. Peter’s light pink tongue darted out to lap at the slit of Steve’s cock and the captain pulled his gaze away. He found himself back to glaring at Tony, who was slowly covering himself with the liquid Iron Man armor.

The man slipped behind Steve and gripped his hair with his armored hands. He forced Steve’s head down, attempting to direct his attention fully to Peter.

Peter suckled on Steve’s dick and expertly moved his tongue over it. Steve bit down on the inside of his cheek, trying not to loose himself in how good it felt. The boy pulled back suddenly.

“Daddy,” he mewled, “I’m empty.”

“There’s a cock right in front of you,” Tony answered. “You know the rules.”

Peter jumped up and positioned himself over Steve’s lap. He impaled himself on the Captain’s dick with a long moan.

Peter rode Steve with ease, eyes closed as he moved. Steve grunted, his control slipping. Peter was tight and hot, and his body sucked Steve in deep. Peter rolled his hips, massaging Steve’s dick with his insides.

“Please, Captain,” Peter panted, “Please, I wanna cum! It feels so good, please let me cum!”

“Peter,” Steve pleaded.

“Please, Daddy,” Peter reached for Tony over Steve’s shoulders. Tony kissed the boy hard. Filthy sounds of the man shoving his tongue down Peter’s throat filled Steve’s ears. Steve’s hips bucked up involuntarily.

“Ah, yes!” Peter groaned, “Yes, yes, cum! Want it so bad!”

Steve couldn’t stop himself, but he stifled his moan as he spilled inside of Peter. Peter keened and his cock immediately emptied against Steve’s clothes abs.

Tony released his grip on Steve’s head with a shove. “Off,” he said to Peter.

The boy whined but pulled himself off of Steve’s dick. He squatted on the floor and let the Captain’s seed drip out of him.

Tony lifted Peter into his arms once he was empty and kissed him sweetly.

Peter stayed limp against Tony’s body and breathed in deeply.

“Captain, in about five minutes, your arms and legs will be freed and the door will open,” Tony said. “There’s extra pants near the exit. See yourself out.”

“That’s it?” Steve shouted. “You just wanted to show off your power?”

Tony shrugged, “Yeah, thats it,” he replied. “Oh, and to record you fucking my pretty little toy. Just in case you get any ideas about pursuing your ridiculous endeavor to take me on.”

Tony carried Peter away from the Captain, heading toward the elevator that would take them back to the penthouse. Steve kept yelling at him, but Tony blocked it out.

“Was I good, Daddy?” Peter asked.

“You were perfect,” Tony praised, “I had so much fun.”

“He’s gonna tell…” Peter mumbled, he yawned a little.

“He won’t,” Tony said, “He’d have to tell them about getting hard watching you. But don’t worry about that. Daddy’s gonna let you sleep, and then we pay a visit to the other super solider.”

“Mm, can’t wait,” Peter replied. “Thank you, Daddy.”

———

@honey-honey-darling