#doubled over

[sethnorth]

Sore loser Randy Summers racks The Big O’s balls

[pillowbo]

Forcemasc can be extremely humiliating and degrading! Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. How humbling is it that you now live to serve a beautiful woman because she strapped you to a table and smeared t-gel onto you repeatedly.

She has to put gloves on her pretty hands, of course, can't let herself be corrupted how she's corrupting you. You hear the snap of rubber and then watch as she squeezes a big glob out of the tube, a glint in her eye as she glances from you to the shiny gel on her fingertips.

Perhaps she's a mad scientist, a cerebral woman with the sole intent of crafting a man out of you for whatever reason, perhaps she sees your potential.

Your thoughts drain out of your head all at once as the cold shock of gel glides against your skin, rubbing into your increasingly taut muscles and all over your body, and you can do nothing but writhe in your restraints as she describes in great detail her plan to make you into her perfect husband.

It's your position to be beneath her, as she sculpts you into her willing servant; here to carry big heavy things and go to work for her, pay her bills, give her money to buy Sephora and Coach and to get her perfect nails done, fuck her on demand when she wants it.

She'll take care to make you appear presentable. Of course, you will be distinctly masculine beside her, but none of that nonsense about smelling awful or being greasy in a wife beater because some simpleton thinks it's manly.

You might think, you're just a guy, you don't need much. Don't worry your big stupid head about any of it. She will arrange your wardrobes; suits and ties and nice shoes and cologne.

Can't have her arm candy looking slobbish! No, you will be her Dapper Dan as she wishes. You'll have all the time in the world to be absolutely filthy with her in the sheets, after all.

She touches your growing tdick with her gloved hands, bringing you back down to the moment once again when she gives it a few quick strokes and laughs at your responses, twisting and jerking at the sensation.

You're so sensitive now!

At last, she decides that you are ready. You look down at your newly grown tdick, hairs sprouting in rough stubble across your face, a happy trail, and hairy thighs that would take forever if you wanted to shave, the hairs inevitably sprouting right back.

You realize how permanent this is, what she has done to you, and all at once it makes you insanely horny. You want to pin her down and fuck her, the woman who did this to you.

She happily welcomes it, orders it even, but swats your sweaty hands away from her until she's led you to her bedroom. Stupid boy, show some restraint.

You get to the room and she strips, and she is so beautiful, such a contrast to you now, to how you always had been, on the inside. She is graceful and feminine and smooth as she walks, you feel so clunky and awkward, but she looks at you with admiration in her eyes at her work.

It's all it takes for you to top her and fuck her into her queen-size four-poster bed until you're both coming, over and over, you can't help but repeat your thrusting into her over and over, because she made you this way, because you've always been just a dumb man toy that exists to satisfy her pleasure.

[snoopyfloyd]

Stomach hurts so bad but u won’t see me being brave about it im going to not do anything and I’m complaining the entire time. im going to die omf

[evilhorse]

I can’t breathe.

[whumpinbloom]

Whump Prompt ~15~

An elite Whumper decides to host a part with their Associates and fellow Whumpers in order to show off their new toy, the Whumpee.

The Whumpee is paraded around as if they were a show pony, being led around on a leash as they’re degraded by the “admiration” of the partygoers.

At one point, Whumper leaves the Whumpee with a group of colleagues in order to deal with other business. One of the people decides to take advantage of the situation, mocking the Whumpee and invading their person space.

The Whumpee, though, is defiant. They snap back at the random person, insulting them and even attempting to lunge at them.

But right as they do so, they’re momentarily choked as the Whumper comes back and pulls their leash. The Whumper silently reprimands them for their behavior before turning back to their guests, apologizing for the issue.

The Whumper was embarrassed by the Whumpee, so now they’ll return the favor.

They punch Whumpee in the gut, causing them to double over, winded, and fall to their knees as the Whumper lets go of their leash. The keep their head down as the people around them laugh at them.

They hear the Whumper apologize again to their guests.

After all, the Whumpee is still in training.

[hyperactivity]

Visit Original Link

“You find yourself looking down at this world you’ve created and raised, at the little houses and hives, at the lakes and rivers and oceans, the libraries... everything you’ve made. The clouds, the people... everything will be gone. You look to the moons. You think of Vriska. You think of the Recaste. You frown, for more than one reason. The world is ending, and you can’t do shit about it.”

[maidlights]

DQ: Hello? Is it over?

[bakedlilbae]

when you’re in pain and out of weed