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[faeriechewtoy]

Brothers jerk off together its normal! Come onnnnnn dont you wanna be a big boy like your brother? Then let me see.

Oh my god its so small! No no don't get shy now. I want to see how you masturbate.

You're doing it wrong. Here, let me help. Its okay! Brothers do stuff like this all the time. Look, up and down like this, see? There you go. Fuck you're getting really wet.

Is it okay if I..? I mean, brothers fuck eachothers pussies all the time man it's normal. Keep jerking off while I fuck you it'll feel crazy good I promise.

Just. Don't tell dad we did this, okay?

[faeriechewtoy]

You come to, groggy, slowly aware of the metal table under you. The room is cold, you're naked and stretched out. Panic rising in your chest as you try to cover yourself and find youre tightly held in place, fully exposed to the room.

Brightly lit and bleach white, the room smells harshly of cleaning chemicals. You can just barely see up near the head of the table is a cart of metal tools. There are windows near the top of the room and you can see the silhouettes of an audience looking down at you.

The door opens and a man in surgical scrubs walks in. "Now, let's get started shall we?"

[faeriechewtoy]

Taking you off the street because I can see a sadness in you. I know I can take better care of you than you are.

It's a struggle at first, you don't want me to do things for you. You don't like when I do your hair and you don't like the clothes I have prepared for you.

I tell you that girls shouldn't have to pull out their own chairs so you should let me do it. There's a flash of emotion across your face that you fail to hide, you insist you're not a girl.

You refuse to take the pills, so I hide them in your food. I think it's good you feel like you have some control. But I know this will make you happier in the long run.

It's okay, you can let go. You don't have to fight anymore. You have no choice.

I don't care how long it takes, I will save you. Your hair will grow out, you'll stop refusing your meds, you'll be happy for the pretty clothes I pick out for you. It will all happen away from prying eyes, away from anyone who would make you afraid or doubt yourself.

One day you will let me take you out on a date, you'll look so beautiful in the outfit I prepared for you, I'll pull out your chair for you, I'll order for us and pay for us both. You'll smile politely when I hold the door for you and you'll wait for me to open the car door.

Don't worry, I will wait for you.

[faeriechewtoy]

I need a cuntboy I can hold down and frot with right now. Come here babyboy, let's compare dick sizes~

[faeriechewtoy]

Part of your training being me giving you your meds. Because you always forget to take them anyway. And puppies shouldn't have those kinds of big responsibilities. I'm always the one who picks up your meds too, because of course you would just forget that as well.

The task is the same every day. "open" you open, I put the pills in your mouth, "swallow" you swallow "good dog." It becomes automatic. You don't even have to think about it before swallowing anymore.

Sometimes the pills look different though. The first time you notice it's a split second after you already swallowed them. Your eyes wide you look up at me for confirmation. I have already pat your head and said your praise and moved on. Maybe the manufacturer changed since you stopped picking them up? Or maybe you're just wrong, because you're just a puppy after all.

Sometimes there are more pills, sometimes less. You never notice a difference in how you feel during the day? So you fall back into the routine and you stop paying attention to what the pills look like at all. Puppies don't need to worry about that kind of thing anyway. That's my job.

[faeriechewtoy]

I think my t boy is broken. Even when he's just had his shot he's not a desperate enough slut to be free use for me. What should I do with him?

I'm not sure why you're giving him a choice. Remember: being a t boy is consent. Plenty of boys will cry and insist that they don't want it, but you have to keep a firm hand with them. You know better than him about what he wants and needs and he will come to realize you were right all along eventually.

Its kind of like training an animal.

[faeriechewtoy]

I'm not sure there's a word for it but I love love the idea of degrading someone for something outside of their control / nonconsensual.

Edging someone all day and then making fun of them for being wet in public.

Forcing someone to orgasm and then claiming that means they like what I'm doing to them.

Even better is doing disgusting degrading things to a person and making it out like they're the pervert. Like "God, I can't believe you're letting me do this to you" said to someone who's wide eyed, trembling, crying.

[faeriechewtoy]

Your vampire lover helping care for you after you've been injured. Tending to your wounds, cleaning the blood. You can see how much she's fighting herself. You can feel every muscle in her body tense momentarily when you gasp in pain. The hunger in her eyes betraying her soft comforting touch.