#cis submission

[transmen-on-top]

Give me a truly grotesque, monstrous trans man who barely resembles a human. A guy so sick of his former human visage, he willingly mutates his form.

Give me a trans man whose natal genitals transform into a collection of viscous tentacles—who completely smothers men when he lays on top of them—who feels arousal across every tentacle as he rubs all across fragile human’s trembling forms.

Show me a scene of this monstrous trans man using one tentacle to stroke a man’s throbbing dick as the other tentacles wind around his limbs, slither down his throat, and thrust into his virgin asshole. Show me how this monster releases his arousal—shooting slime deep inside his victims until their bellies expand. Then when he’s finally satisfied, taking back his tentacles and allowing his seed to ooze from the human’s battered hole and throat.

[butch-patriarchy]

We need to make sure that cis cunt becomes a safe space for trans cock, across the world.

[transmen-on-top]

An arranged married plot, but it turns out the man you marry is gay. But instead of disappointing your families and abandoning each other, you decide to follow his instructions on how to be a man.

It starts the first day in your marriage bed. Instead of the usual routine, your husband lays on his stomach, his bare ass pointed at you, and sways it invitingly. You lick your lips as you silently approach, now feeling out of place in your wedding dress and heavy makeup.

It’s okay. He’ll make sure you never have to wear any of that shit again.

You kneel behind him, gently squeeze his balls, and dip down. You rim his ass slowly, swirling your wet tongue around his tight pucker as he whimpers cutely. It doesn’t take long for him to loosen up, allowing you to shove your tongue inside completely.

You start tongue-fucking him with a satisfied hum, stroking his useless cock in the meantime. His fat cheeks continue to sway slightly, even as you’re buried between the two soft domes.

Eventually, he cums with the most broken, submissive whimper you’ve ever heard. The noise alone stirs your phantom cock, and you can’t help but align your pelvis behind him, grab his fat cheeks, and begin ramming forward.

Despite being clothed and not feeling anything in reality besides the slap of his cheeks against your pelvis, the motion somehow stimulates this new phantom cock of yours. Your husband's increasingly broken moans help the pleasure as well, encouraging you to squeeze him harder and abuse him more thoroughly.

Eventually, you cum with a deep and primal groan, holding your husband flush against you as your chest heaves. For a second, you can almost imagine your cum shooting ropes deep in your lover’s tight hole.

But then you feel the wetness in your panties, and a strange sense of sadness and disappointment overwhelms you.

Your husband rolls over, cups your face, and brushes away the tears rolling down your cheek.

“It’s okay, handsome,” he murmurs. “Soon, you’ll be fucking me with the real thing. I just have to train you up first. Teach you how to take control, like a true man should.”

A smile slips through in your expression, and you place a palm over his hand, letting your new wedding rings brush. Perhaps this arrangement won’t be so horrible after all.

[transmen-on-top]

Before phallo, you used to cuddle with your friend after parties or long hangout sessions. In your sleep, you had a habit of rolling your hips, especially when you were the big spoon. Your friend always just ignored the motion. What’s the harm anyway? You’re asleep, and it’s just some easily ignorable movement.

That is until you finally recovered from stage three phalloplasty surgery and had a big party to celebrate. That night, while you were spooning your friend, your dick pressed against their crack. Of course it did. There’s a rod in it now, so it’s always semi-hard. What’s the big deal? It’s not like it’s anything sexual.

But then you went to sleep and started grinding forward. Your friend had to bite their lip to hold in their quiet moans and whimpers. Because, holy fuck, your cock is huge and so fucking hard. And for some reason, tonight of all nights, your body is grinding harder than you’ve ever grinded before. You’re holding your friend in a bear hug, grunting with each thrust as you ram your hips forward.

It must be the nerve hookup. Full sensation isn’t completely restored, so it takes a lot of forceful motion to stimulate your cock. But eventually, your sleeping self manages, cumming with a low groan in your friend's ear.

Your friend relaxes for a second, thinking it’s over. But then you start thrusting again—and again—and again—cumming with a shaky moan every few minutes.

Eventually, your friend can’t take it anymore and tugs down their pajama pants. They adjust your rod to stand erect and guide your cock to their hole. Your unconscious self wastes no time thrusting into their warm heat, pounding their pleasure spot again and again until they’re crying and whimpering in your strong embrace.

[transmen-on-top]

Yeah, go ahead, man. You can fuck my boyfriend. Don’t worry, he’s used to this. His faggot ass craves the attention.

Go ahead and give him a kiss for me. No, not like that. Be a man and take control. Grab him by the hair, slap him across the face, shove your tongue down his throat. You’re the superior man, so act like it.

Good boy. Now fuck him like you own him. Rut against him like a feral dog. Bury your prosthetic in deep, and imagine you can feel what it feels. The heat. The clench. The complete control.

Oh, how cute. You’re really getting into it now, huh? Your brain has gone all stupid with lust. How does your first time feel? Yeah, my boyfriend is pretty fucking great. If you keep up with your training, I might even let you fuck him again. Or we can find you your own play-thing soon. Some hot piece of ass who's willing to be lubed up at all times to satiate your natural urges. Now wouldn’t that be fun?

[transmen-on-top]

Now that you have your erectile device implanted, your cis male roommate can bounce on your cock whenever he needs. You tell him to ask permission first, but he can’t help it. In the middle of the night, while you’re fast asleep, he becomes uncontrollably needy.

He tries to go as slowly and quietly as possible so as to not disturb your sleep. You have important things to do in the morning after all. He crawls onto the bed carefully, tugs down your boxers, and starts gently squeezing your balls until your cock stands up straight. He always licks his lips as he stares at your juicy cock. He can’t believe how absolutely perfect it is, as if the surgeon sculpted it for his ass specifically.

Since you’re a heavy sleeper, you usually don’t wake up until your roommate is an hour into bouncing on your cock, whimpering as his useless dick flops up and down. You usually just roll your eyes and try falling back asleep as he cums with your name on his lips, his tight hole spasming around your cock. He makes sure to lick off any of the jizz he spills from your face and torso before rolling up into a ball and cuddling against your chest.

Man, your roommate is such a pervert, but at least he’s cute. And his hole isn’t half bad either. One day, you might even fuck him properly.

[transmen-on-top]

Can’t stop thinking about cucking and humiliating a straight boy. I wanna pound his girlfriend’s slick pussy right in front of him while he’s tied up, crying, and shaking beside us. I need to hear the guy and girl’s overlapping whimpers on top of the slick glide of my cock moving in and out of her drippy cunt. I need the man to beg to suck my cock so he can get a taste of his girlfriend’s slickness.

He may be a pathetic cissy bitch, but I’ll feel a little bad for him. So, being the generous man I am, I’ll go ahead and feed my wet cock down his throat and ram my hips without mercy. His eyes will roll back as he wetly gags on my length, his own pathetic pecker twitching between his legs.

He’ll slobber on my cock with desperation, because this is the only opportunity his cissy ass can even come close to his girlfriend after I claimed her as my own. And once he’s done polishing off my cock, he’ll moan a “thank you, Daddy,” as he desperately rubs a palm against his little worm dick.

I’ll help him out by stepping on the cock, making him scream in pleasure-pain as I wind my arm around his girlfriend’s shoulders, massage her bare tits, and make out with her right in front of him. She’ll beg her daddy for more between sessions of deep tongue kissing, her glossy lips all pink and puffy. She’ll also degrade her boyfriend as if he’s not even there, thanking me for finally showing her what a real cock feels like when it does what it’s supposed to do—wreck pussy.

[transmen-on-top]

Since trans men’s dicks are customizable, there’s nothing stopping us from loading our straps with blades and guns.

Imagine gripping a dude by the hair and forcing that gun barrel down his throat. Listening to him choke on it as tears stream down his face. Telling him that he better suck it good, or something far worse might happen. 🤤