It’s not like he’d ever know. Not really. Not explicitly.
You drugged his drink at the club. He didn’t even notice; he was already sloshed.
Ever since the games… ever since what happened… you haven’t stopped thinking about him. He shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t be alive. You watched him die.
And yet, he was here at the club tonight. The one you work in.
So, you drugged his drink. You snuck him back to your place. And you remembered something that you know that no one else knows…
You wanted him. Needed him.
You’re never letting him go again.
It would be so simple. After stripping him and positioning him correctly on the bed, aided by pillows of course, you restrain him with ropes. You need this to be perfect.
You force more drugs into him as he begins to come to- gripping his hair and forcing his mouth open, pushing the pills down his throat with your fingers and maybe some water or alcoholic beverage. You don’t need him lucid. You need him complacent. Like a good boy.
You might be the only person to know he has such a beautiful little boycunt. And it’s all you can think about as you lube up the speculum and gently guide the tool into his tight little hole.
You press it in. Deeper, deeper… until it’s fully seated deep within the man, pressing against his cervix.
You open him up, already feeling yourself getting hard at the thought of what you were about to do.
You prepare a syringe of your own semen and a catheter that you attach to the syringe. You’re sooo close… it’s almost time…
You crank the speculum open wider, and lube up the tip of the catheter. You carefully, but steadily, feed the thin tube down the canal and up to the cervix… before forcibly pushing it in.
You push it in a good inch or two before you push down on the plunger, dispensing your semen impossibly deep inside him. You need to make sure it takes. You need to be sure you’ll never lose him again.
You pump him full of at least two syringes worth of your seed, directly into his womb. He. Is. Yours.
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He’ll wake up, on your couch, fully clothed and neatly tucked in. You can play the Good Samaritan and see how long it takes him to recognize you. Because you could never forget him.
And soon, he’ll never be able to escape you again.
You just have to wait until his tight little belly starts to swell. Once it starts, he won’t be able to ignore it.
The thing about throatfucking is you’re so obviously not supposed to do it. You have a windpipe you need to keep clear to breathe, and teeth and a gag reflex to keep intrusions out. And it’s just so much easier to fuck a cunt or asshole, without those built-in defense mechanisms. So for someone to force their way down your throat, using threats or a ring gag to keep your teeth away, choking you and ignoring the reflexive gagging, just to get off? That’s fucking hot
baby boy, you got it all wrong! the fact that i’m sucking you off doesn’t mean you’re in charge. you’re not in charge of anything—at least not inside this room. your pretty cock is in my mouth because it’s pleasant for me, because i get wet when i feel it twitch on my tongue. i’m doing this because your moans are so sweet as you desperately try to thrust yourself into me, seeking whatever i have to give you. and don’t even try to grab my hair and force me to swallow you deeper—it will only get you punished and restrained. i fucking own you. you only get to cum when i say so.
So I've got this friend whose nervous because she's trans and dating this guy who she hasn't told yet because they've only been on a two dates. For this story let's call the friend Jane and the guy she was dating Jason. Happy ending don't worry.
So I tell Jane to bring her boy over to a bbq I'm having and she can tell him she's trans at my place surrounded by queer and trans people who love her and will support her if he ends up being awful.
She waits till the end of the bbq to tell him the news, by which point the rest of us have learned that Jason is a kind, friendly, empathetic, hard working, dummy. So we sit down, all of us a little worried about this gym bro's reaction when she tells him she's trans, and that she understands if he doesn't want to keep dating her it's no big deal.
He's baffled, so we explain what trans is, and after the disclosure that she hasn't had bottom surgery yet...
"Oh you have a dick?"
"... yeah."
He look's around at the room full of people with baited breath, his clearly a little afraid girl friend says
"Oooohhhh! I get it! You think- don't worry Babe! Watch this!"
And ya'll this man jumps up, runs into the kitchen and returns with one of the bratwurst we had for grilling and proceeds to tilt his head back, put it down his throat, hold it in his mouth for a moment, and spit it up without even a whisper of a gag and then looks around at the group absolutely beaming with pride.
My mans saw his worried girlfriend and her support network and thought to him self "Oh they don't think I can't please my girl, but I'll show them!"
I do feel the need to add that later he excitedly tell the group that as a straight guy, he never thought that skill would be useful outside hotdog eating contests.
i fucking love giving head. i love feeling a man run his fingers through my hair while i suck him off. i love when his grip tightens and he pushes my head down further on his cock. i love hearing him moan and praise me for how good my mouth feels around him. its absolute ecstasy and i start dripping from it every time.
I'm ripe, overripe. My belly's stretched to it's limit, my chest overflowing with milk, dripping constantly. My body's worn-out, sore, everything's aching.
But he won’t let me deliver his babies. I'm on labor suppressants, he's making sure I take them. He started giving me one pill per week by my 8th month, then daily as I reached the 9th. But now I need them every couple hours and they're only taking off the edge, making sure his babies stay inside me, nothing more.
My stomach's cramping all the time, my lower back and hips feel like they're breaking apart any second and the pressure between my legs is almost unbearable.
But he prefers me like this. Full and heavy with his offspring, marked as his for everyone to see. I'm dependant on him, on his mercy. He likes that I can't run away, I'm not even able to stand without feeling like his babies are gonna fall right out of me.
He gets off on my moans and whimpers whenever the life inside me becomes violently active. On the way he can feel the squirming and kicking underneath my sensitive skin.
I'm gonna keep you like this forever, he groans into my ear whenever he pushes himself inside me, his hand rubbing over my poor belly. And I'm afraid he'll succeed.
The reason I like gags so much is they keep my fleshlights nice and quiet.
It’s a fleshlight. It shouldn’t be speaking or making any noise. So, I use a gag that completely fills its ‘mouth’. That way it can’t annoy me with its pathetic whining and moaning.
Gag filling its mouth for complete silence ✅
Hood over its ‘head’ to stop it from making faces ✅
Completely immobilised to stop it fighting back ✅
Fleshlight hole ready for me to push my hard cock inside after a long day at work ✅
very normal thinking abt cock twitching and pulsing while their balls tighten n flex from pumping load after load deep inside. very normal thinking abt them groaning while they give me a creampie they can’t resist fucking in deeper. very normal thinking abt feeling sore and stretched when they finally pull out and a string of their cum connects from their fat tip to my poor abused hole cause their cock still doesn’t wanna let go. yup very normal
Finding you at a party. Sidling up to you, striking up conversation as I push another drink into your hand. It's not long before I pull you away from our friends, out the front door, away from the crowd. "Oh no, did you drink too much?" I ask, sympathy in my voice as I support you, one hand on your ass. "It's okay. I'll get you home safe. You live downtown, right?"
I let myself into your apartment. After all, you're gonna need someone to take care of you. Poor thing, you can't think straight. I bring you water--accidentally spill it on your shirt. Don't worry, let's take that off...no, it's just me. Yeah, I got you. No, shhh. Lie back. I'll get you into pajamas in a minute. Just let me...now, doesn't that feel good? Yeah, it feels good for me too. You're so wet down there. That means you're enjoying this right? Relax, sweetheart. You're safe with me.
When I say "make me" I mean wrestle me to the ground with all of your strength and force me to comply. I mean pin me down with a boot on my neck, unable to move. I'm fighting back and scrabbling at you helplessly, but it doesn't matter. You tug down my pants roughly and wedge your hands between my legs, forcing them apart, then laugh mockingly. "This is the kind of shit that gets you off, huh?" And I spit out a "fuck you, asshole." (Or something along that line.) As a response, you slide two fingers into me and I let out a mewl of outrage, my struggles faltering for a moment. You sigh. "All mutts are the same once I find their bitch button."
Why be my personal porn when I can show you off to everybody?
It won't have your face in it, if that's what you're worried about. Just your body. Just your hips rolling as I fuck you wide open, trembling from the sensation. And your voice, moaning and pleading me to go faster.
..if you don't want them hearing you, then I can gag you. But they like it when you're vocal. Here, let me angle the camera a little closer so they can see me sliding in and out .. Yeah, they love you, baby. One person says, "nice ass on the bottom". And here, this one's saying "make them scream". "Fuck them doggystyle." "I wanna see you both cum." Hmm, maybe. After all, you wanna keep your fans happy, right? C'mon, beg the viewers to let you cum. We--they like that a lot, too.
Sneaking into your room while you sleep face down in your bed.
It’s late and I can’t sleep, so pent up and needing some way to relieve myself. I pull my hard cock out of my sleep pants and stroke it over you, imagining how you’d look bouncing up and down on it like a good little cockslut. I bite my lower lip, stifling my moans as I buck into my hand, wishing it was your tight little cunt squeezing every last drop of cum out of me. How absolutely peaceful you look, dreaming about who knows what, while I’ve been lying awake in the other room, thinking of you riding me nice and slow. I gasp suddenly, leaning my head back and quickening my pace, my cock twitching as I shoot cum all over your back and hair.
I stand there, panting, still not satisfied, eyeing your perfect silhouette as you lie there, your panties hugging your ass in all the right places. I slowly get onto the bed, sitting behind you as I grind my cock against your ass, almost passing out from holding my breath, hoping you don’t wake up.
It’s still not enough.
I pull your panties off gently, exposing your holes as I rub my cock against the entrance of your cunt.
It’s still not enough.
I give in, pushing it inside of you, telling myself “just the tip” over and over again, until I come to the realization that you’re absolutely soaked.
You’re such a desperate, needy little slut that you couldn’t sleep without watching some rough porn on your phone, and passed out grinding on your bed, probably whimpering and begging for someone to to fill you up.
Before I realize it I’m already balls deep inside of you, pounding your dripping pussy while gripping your thighs tightly. You start to stir but it’s already too late, as I bend over and cover your mouth with my hand.
“Fuck, baby, I didn’t want to wake you up but I needed to let out some stress and you looked so good.” I moan, railing into you while you let out surprised shouts and moans into my hand, trying to get away while I press you down into the pillow.
“I’m almost done, baby, just relax and enjoy this, you’ve already gotten wetter than when I started, I can tell you’ve already been begging for strangers to do this to you.”
You lie there, unable to do anything but take the abuse like a good little slut, feeling as my cock presses deep inside of your needy little hole while I cum again, despite your muffled pleas.
You quickly realize that it’s still not enough, and that I’ll be here for as long as it takes until im satisfied.
scene where the dom is so lighthearted about raping you like. like they don’t even care. making jokes while ur crying and pinned down and being forced to take it. hearing them go “wow, you reallllyyy don’t like this, huh?” and laugh at you. you think at first they aren’t taking it seriously but then you realize like. what is there to be taken seriously. ur so pathetic can it even be called rape if ur just sitting there. ohhh being goaded by your own rapist
sorry there's just nothing hotter than an empty, aching, puffy, pink pussy that's being utterly ignored and neglected* while it leaks down onto a fat, powerful pounding deep into the pussy owner's stretched and greedy asshole. *neglected except for being spanked swollen and red 😇😊
If you're a tboy wearing boxers in front of me what am I supposed to do? Not put my fingers in the perfectly boycunt sized hole to slide over your cock and up inside you? That's what it's there for keep up dogbrain
