“Yes, I know boy! You are very horny and expect your monthly release. Try to calm down in my arms, because your release today is cancelled. Your moaning is ok, boy! The gag will prevent you from interrupting me. I´m very proud of you and you have been well trained the last months. But I have decided to make some adjustments on your training to achieve the next level of our relationship. I do not like playing games and you do not like to be exploited by being forced to execute silly commands. We are both real perverts meant for each other to develop a real BDSM relationship for 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year. Let me say we are tied together for the rest of our lives. But a good relationship is hard work, a never ending work. That means that your training never ends as my mission to explore you never ends. What I have already learned is that your horniness is a very important aspect of your slave soul. If your are horny your behavior is much better, the training methods are more successful, your mood is better and you can be kept in leather and rubber much longer. Therefore I have decided to do anything to keep you horny at all times from now on. Listen to me, boy! I will explain what that means for you.”
“The consequences are very clear. Keeping you horny is easy as long as you are in any kind of bondage. The level of horniness can be raised by applying stimulation methods and making use of your fetishisms. But as soon as you had an orgasm the horniness has gone for a while. This is always like a reset. Troublesome progress is suddenly destroyed. From my point of view this is not acceptable any more. So I see no other way of keeping you chaste. Therefore your old chastity device have been replaced by new massive steel chastity device that is designed for long term. It has two safety mechanism independently from each other. Your penis is secured in the steel tube by your PA piercing in the front and the tube is attached to a steel belt that is locked around your waist. It is actually the most secure chastity device on the market that is designed for long term with special cleaning features, which can be used without removing the device. Even draining prostate fluids is possible with the device on. The main cleaning period, where the device must be removed, is indicated with 2 years.”
“So from now on you will be kept in enforced long term chastity for the rest of your life, boy! You will never again achieve a penis stimulated orgasm. Even you will never touch your penis again. I will do anything to keep you always on maximum levels of horniness. Your balls and your prostate are able to produce their fluids as much as they can. But the fluids never end up in a release by a normal orgasm. Instead they will be drained by anal stimulation every month. A new monthly draining session will be established replacing the monthly release. Your chastity device will not be removed. You will be kept in rubber and leather and heavily bound on a draining table in a strict hogtied position. You will be hooded in the heavy padded leather hood and always strictly gagged. Then you receive the stimulation. The stimulation simply focuses on your butt and on your nipples. Nothing else is touched or will be considered. This will be done very consequently to bring you on the edge. Maybe in the first sessions you will be very horny, desperate to cum and leaking huge amounts of precum but nothing else happens. Then you will be still kept in the heavy hogtied bondage for a while and after the session a new month of BDSM training begins. Maybe a few months later your prostate is full of fluids and spilling over. Then you will experience what a draining session is like. Loosing fluids, simply dripping to the floor, without the feeling of an orgasm and with a minimum impact on the level of your horniness. Immediately again ready for further training.”
“The long term chastity will lead to a paradigm shift. Chastity does not mean less sex. On the contrary. Your sex drive will enormously increase and must be considered as high potential of energy. This energy can and must be used in a meaningful way. So different consequences for your training will follow. Your mood and your endurance will not be a problem any more. So you can expect to be kept in rubber and leather for very long periods. Your bondage sessions will be increased. You have to endure longer periods in bondage and the bondage itself becomes heavier. There are also some new security aspects that must be applied for a chastity boy. For example you have to learn to sleep in a leather sleep-sack, because securely bound in a leather sleep-sack overnight is the only way for sleeping from now on. But what is the most important consequence is the adjustment of the training methods. Your penis and your balls will be ignored and the butt and nipples training will be increased. Finally all your saved energy will be readjusted to focus on your sucking skills. You will end up in a very horny gimp, covered from head to toe in rubber and leather, always kept in strict bondage, always ready for sucking services and never allowed to achieve a penis stimulated orgasm.”
“Mmm… mmm hffhfh fwhfwh, fhhh,” Janet murmured contritely to her professor, attempting to convey with her eyes what her mouth quite evidently couldn’t. She felt horribly embarrassed by the whole incident–obviously the older man must be thinking of Janet in the most uncomplimentary of terms at the moment, and her every attempt to explain the situation merely resulted in further indignity. She wriggled her body as far back as it would go, hoping to somehow manage to dislodge Professor Deane’s cock from between her pale pink lips, but it only resulted in an even more awkward position. She knelt there, his throbbing shaft protruding from her mouth, looking for all the world like some kind of dumb slut instead of a student at one of the most prestigious universities in England. Despite her best efforts to retain her composure, a blush began to creep into her cheeks.
“Mmmh… mmh fwh fhh hhhh… fhhh?” she mumbled quizzically, embarrassment forcing her to break the silence even if all she could do was babble incoherently around the dick in her mouth. Janet still didn’t understand quite what came over her–obviously she’d walked in on a private moment, as the professor didn’t normally go about with his cock jutting out from his unzipped fly like this. But even if Janet could explain why she decided to let herself into Professor Deane’s office when he was clearly and evidently expecting someone else… someone he had a more intimate relationship with, it seemed… she had no idea why the sight of her mentor’s penis had prompted her to lunge forward with an unseemly haste and drop to her knees with an overwhelming desire to wrap her lips around his throbbing shaft. No wonder he hadn’t said a word since she entered. He was probably horribly embarrassed by it all.
“Fhh, mmh fwh fhh… hh fwh, hh….” Janet jerked her head back, hoping to dislodge the warm, salty cockhead from her mouth, but it was no good. It was stuck in there quite tightly, despite her best efforts to wriggle it out by bobbing her head up and down the shaft. And goodness knew what Professor Deane thought about that! He probably saw one of his students down there on her knees in her school uniform, her lips swallowing his thick penis again and again and again, and assumed she was… well, that she was there to–to provide him with oral pleasure. That was the farthest thing from Janet’s head at the moment, even if it was literally right there in front of her face.
“Guh, gluh, gluck!” As her efforts to extricate herself became more vigorous, Janet’s dismay only grew stronger–not only was she literally gagging herself on her professor’s cock now as she tried to rock herself off of him, but she could feel the most distracting throb of arousal between her own legs. It was as if some part of her, some deeply repressed sexual urge, was convinced that she was doing the right thing and being a good… a g-good girl… by following this absurd compulsion. And it was rewarding her with sexual pleasure. Despite herself, Janet began to hump the air in helpless, desperate lust.
If only Professor Deane would say something. If only he’d give her some sign that he understood her plight, that he knew she wasn’t simply gagging on his stiff cock like some sort of brainless h-hypnotized suckpuppet. If only he would just talk to her and comfort her and, and…. “That’s my good girl,” the older man murmured, resting his hand on the back of Janet’s head. With a contented sigh, she gave up the struggle against her programming and let the dick in her mouth make her mind a blissful blank.
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“I think we should work on a concept called reframing today.” Your therapist sits across from you, uncrossing and sprawling his legs, he set his clipboard aside.
“Reframing?”
“Yes. It’s a technique trauma survivors such as yourself tend to find quite helpful. When you reframe a traumatic incident, it can help you work past it. Usually done in a safe setting,” he gestures to his peaceful office, “with a person you feel safe with,” he gestured to himself, “you recount the traumatic event, and go through it in a play-by-play, acting it out, and working through all the tough, scary feelings that come up as you face it.”
“Oh…” the worry and confusion on your face settles at the explanation, “I guess that makes sense…. How do you do it?”
Slowly standing up, his hand came to his tie, loosening it. Dropping down to his belt buckle. “How does a demonstration sound?”
That’s how you ended up here— your cheek pushed into the carpet, pants ripped down. The speed he set is bruising. “Tell me again— how many times did he fill you up?”
He slaps your ass when he doesn’t get a response. When you finally sob out a wrecked, “t-three!” He pets your hair affectionately. His pace never relenting.
“Then I’ll fill you three times. Remember, reframing is all about repetition— fuck,” his hips stutter, before continuing, “repeat the trauma. Tell the story again.”
“I-I don’t want to—“
“You need to. You need to. Go ahead and start at the beginning, when did it happen? Tell me.”
“W-when I was…. Ah! Walking home…”
“How did he grab you?” His fingers knot in your hair.
“He— he grabbed my, my hair…” another sob shakes your body. “Then he pulled me into the bushes, a-and… started touching me…”
“How did he touch you?”
“Pushed me down, and… ah, put his… his hand down my pants, and mounted me…. Like, like a dog….”
“Fuck,” he mutters breathlessly, stopping to grind deep inside you, “like a dog. Like you’re some bitch in heat. That’s what you were, were you not?”
“No!”
“Yes, yes you are. You needed it, too. Say it. Say you needed it. Reframe it.”
“I…. I needed it…”
“Again.”
“I needed it.”
“Good job. Say it again, louder this time.” These soundproofed walls are such a blessing.
“I needed it!”
“What did you need?”
“I needed him to fuck my holes!”
“Fuck!” He lays over you, crushing you under his weight as he humps your little hole, filling it up with his cum. His cock throbbing as it pumps load after heavy load deep inside you. “Yes! Yes you fucking did! You need your stupid holes filled up all the time, don’t you? Yeah, you’re made to take cock. Made to be a perfect little cum dump. Fucking— fuck, take it. Take it.”
Your hour long session turned into two, then three. He assures you when it’s all over that it’s completely normal for reframing to take so long. He even schedules your next appointment for the same length of time, insisting that delving even deeper next time will be just the right thing for you.
And you, you poor innocent thing— all you can do is thank him for helping you find your place. With cum dripping into your underwear, and bruises littering your skin— you do seem to feel a lot better about being the world’s designated cum dump.
i once had a cis man bend me over and fuck me in the ass. he had the biggest cock i’d ever taken, so when he came inside me i could feel it so so deep…then he pulled out and told me to push his cum out of my tight little asshole 😵💫 he used both hands to spread my pussy with his fingers and fuck did it feel good for his warm sperm to slowly leak out of my ass and into my wet cunt…i couldn’t help but play with my clit. the second he started fingering his creamy load deeper into my vagina i came so hard from thinking about how humiliating it would be to get pregnant this way.
no offense but the idea of just breeding someone over and over again until they have a little tummy bulge bc theyre so full of cum and its leaking out of them and down their thighs is 🥴
The thought of getting kidnapped and your kidnapper rapes you every single day for months then one day they just don't they come into your room and rub your cunt softly for a little while then go leaving you confused and horny and they do it the next day and the next until a you're so horny and confused that when they come into your room to rub you again you whine at them and they ask you what's wrong and slowly and shyly you ask them to please rape you again, which is exactly what they've been waiting for and they are more than happy to pound into you and release all the cum they've pent up teasing you
Werewolf chase/hunt, a little bit of ageplay/age difference, knotting, slight cervical penetration, mild pain, cnc, oral, big clits, excessive cum, breeding
Being a cute new werewolf amidst a pack of big strong older lycans who teach me how to play chase; they insist I need to learn to stay safe from other werewolves who might take advantage of a freshly turned pup. They promise they won't be too rough with me, and turn me loose in the woods, give me a head start and everything to be nice.
Of course it doesn't matter how fast I run - they easily track me through the darkness, sniff me out, hunt me as a pack until eventually they catch up. I'm already exhausted, not used to such a workout, and I've been on two feet while they've been on four, so when I find myself surrounded I give up, panting and collapsing onto my knees.
I expect them to scold me for rolling over so easily, or insist we run the whole way back, but instead one of them stalks up behind me, one big clawed paw gripping the back of my shirt and pushing me forward onto my hands and knees - not hard enough to hurt, but forceful, bent over in the tight shorts and sports bra they sent me out wearing. The others crowd close, sniffing at me, sneaking claws under the edges of my clothes. One of them rips right through my bra, tits spilling out into the cold air, another tearing into my shorts carefully, slicing right down the crotch to expose my holes, no underwear to get in the way.
The first werewolf is humping me before I can process any of it, gripping my hips and grinding into me with a low, possessive growl in my ear, making me shudder. I can feel a thick, slick shaft slipping out to rub against my exposed cunt, not pressing in at first, just hot and wet and growing until I look down between my knees and find a huge werewolf cock hanging there, dripping precum.
I try to mumble that I can't take a cock that big, it's too much, but another one of my packmates grips my chin to steal my attention, pulling me up to kiss me hard and deep, tongue plunging into my mouth, clawed hands groping my breasts. It's so warm and distracting, I almost miss the feeling of a pointed shaft slowly pressing it's tip against my wet cunt, rocking into me and inch or so slowly as if to test me. I'm unprepared, but sooo so wet and pulsing and needy.
The other lycan pulls back, slipping his cock free before suddenly slamming it in again, hard enough that I yelp around the tongue in my throat, squirming and instinctively trying to writhe away at the near-painful stretch. He doesn't stop, hips rolling hard into me, grinding himself deep until I feel it bottom out against my cervix and yelp again. He pulls back, thrusts hard, another deep thrust until he bottoms out again, wrings a long, whining moan out of me. I can't beg too well with the other werewolf frenching me, blindly grabbing for the big paw gripping my hips and squeezing, as if it might communicate my pleas for him to be gentle. All I hear is a rumbling, growly chuckle, and the grip tightens.
He starts to pound me in earnest, thrusting hard and fast and forcing it deep enough that the thick bulge of his knot presses into me every time, all while I'm gagging and gasping and whining around the other werewolf's tongue. Eventually she pulls back, lets me have a few gasps of uninterrupted air before a different packmate grips me by the hair and tugs me down thighs spread, presenting me with a cunt to service.
I obediently start mouthing over a fat, throbbing clit, sucking it like a cock considering the size compared to my mouth. The pounding grows faster and more aggressive, feeling like a punch to the insides every time, and each jolt makes me gasp and groan and shudder hard around the stretch, cunt oozing.
One big paw presses the small of my back down, hips up, presenting myself even more, and the werewolf growls something about a knot, rolling his hips hard enough for me to feel the swell try and stretch my cunt wider. It makes me whine, the head pressing too hard against my cervix, squirming and trying to insist that I can't take it, it won't fit, it's too big....
Another laugh, a harder slam of the hips, and another forceful roll, the knot slowly starting to stretch me open. The thick head only presses harder against my womb, but he doesn't slow down this time, no matter how much I whine and beg. The other werewolf strokes my hair sweetly, then shoves my head back down into her cunt to distract me, humping my face to muffle my whimpering. I can barely focus, all pleasure and pain and confusion, a quivering, manhandled mess.
Suddenly, my top pulls back again, and thrusts so hard it moves me up on my knees, too many sensations at once to count - the knot popping inside my cunt, the head pressing so deep it feels like it's penetrated my cervix (it has), claws digging into my soft hips and thighs. There's a sudden flood of heat inside me, pulsing, tight; I moan loud and desperate around a mouthful of cunt, arching and writhing, eyes rolling back with overstimulation before I come on the thick knot, a delirious, shaky little mess of pleasure. I grip fistfuls of fur, hips bucking and twitching, hoarse gasps and whimpers fucked out of me with every little humping thrust while my top is firmly tied with me.
Eventually I come down from it, trembling and panting, my cunt dripping between my thighs, still stretched tight around that heavy cock. I shakily rub a hand over my belly, feeling the distinct bulge of the shaft filling me up, so massive it feels like it can't be real. I'm too far gone to think about the risk of being knocked up, laying in the dirt with my hips up, trying to catch my breath, drooling and foggy.
A little time passes, my alpha leaning over me to lick and nibble at my neck, says something about moving, and he presses my hips down a bit, suddenly slipping his cock free as the knot finally goes down. I moan again, ragged and sleepy, cum pouring out of my wrecked cunt, one of the other werewolves pressing against my belly to force more of it along, just a filthy, gushing mess.
There's approving chatter above me, but I'm so sleepy and fucked raw that I can barely hear it, trying to curl into the closest source of warmth in my haze and finding myself hoisted into a pair of arms, carried and coddled as the pack starts to head for home again. I barely register the run back, being stripped out of what clothes I had on, washed up with big gentle hands, kissed and mouthed at and groped the whole way. I'm just floating and fucked silly, cunt loose enough to take teasing hands shoving into me, reveling in the afterglow a little (and thinking about the next time already....)
After being edged for days I finally thought I was going to get some release - boy oh boy was I wrong
Like a good slut, I did as told and sat my dripping wet pussy on his big, thick cock - moaning as i took every single inch
“Now sit there and hold this on your clit”
I went all wide eyed as the realisation hit - I’m edging myself for him while being a cocksleeve…
Feeling his cock twitch in me and just the pure presence of his cock in my hole was making me more and more desperate.
I started bouncing on his cock to try and get myself off but he grabbed me by the hips and slammed me back down, holding me there
“No movement”
“But Sir I need your cock, please please please let me ride it”
“No - good girls do as they are told and good girls edge for daddy, don’t they?”
“Yes daddy, sorry daddy”
“Turn it up”
I did as told and turned the setting of the clit sucker up - god it felt so good but I was getting so so needy.
The feeling of his dick in me wasn’t helping, it was only making me go more feral.
“Please let me cum daddy”
“Why would I do that princess?”
“Because I need your dick to fuck me, please please pleaseeeee” - I moaned through whimpers
“Nah, turn it up again”
Thinking that I would get to cum if I did as told, I turned it up further.
As time went on and my whimpers became more frequent I needed his dick and I needed it now.
I started grinding and bouncing again, his hands coming towards my hips, I stared fighting against them, going faster and harder in my pathetic little attempt at getting myself off. He got his hands on me and slammed me back down, again holding me in place.
“You’re lucky I’m not making you get the wand out for this. But turn that up as far as it will fucking go and for the love of god - do. not. move.”
I became nothing but a dripping, whimpering mess. It started to feel so so so good, I was so close. But he knew that and he took away my toy, leaving me to be a pathetic, needy little whore on his dick.
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