i’m always scrolling horny blogs on my main so now i can share the good content here! likely won’t be a lot of original content around here, just lots of reblogs.
i go by “neo” online. i’m 23 yrs old, bisexual trans man on testosterone and chronically horny.
part of doing this is to build up my confidence around sex, tbh. not a virgin but also not sleeping around as much as i’d like because i’m too weird about it! time to force myself to chill out. for that reason: feel free to send asks/anons but it’s going to take me some courage before any like rp stuff happens lol.
also! i tend to scroll through tags and don’t always remember to check blogs. if i interact with your content and you don’t want a man doing that, feel free to drop me an ask or dm
WHAT I LIKE
this is an ever-changing list. will try to keep it updated but this is not a themed blog by any means.
- bdsm in general
- pain play (limits depend highly on my mood)
- degradation and praise. yes both.
- light cnc, maybe, usually more like free use
- some omo stuff
- monsterfucking (almost any kind, but not when it gets too close to actual real animals. definitely a fan of knots and tentacles!)
- public sex (as a fantasy, too weird ethically to do irl)
- will add more when i think of it lol
STUFF I DO NOT LIKE
- scat/vomit
- detransition kink stuff. into it on rare occasions but generally don’t want to be involved.
KEEP THE FUCK OFF MY BLOG
- underage people. does not need to be said but saying it anyway. ew gross, instant block.
- ageplay.
- raceplay, especially because i’m white. i refuse to engage and should not have a voice in any discourse on the topic.
guy with a knot who gets oversensitive every time because the knot locks him inside the other person while he's cumming and for a while after, and he gets all whiny and twitchy desperate and pathetic as he keeps trying and failing to pull out prematurely (which is inadvertently making the knot last even longer due to extra stimulation). having to hold him down and reassure him and remind him to breathe, telling him how good he's doing and how amazing he feels inside you while he stuffs you full of cum, and his eyes are completely glazed over while he whimpers and begs for you to let him pull out because he's way too sensitive and it hurts and just please please please let him pull out (he wouldn't be able to pull out even if you "let him" because the knot is still firmly locked inside)
heyyy i wanna see more bottom-on-top cnc. hey. riding someone forcefully. do you hear me. come here. whimpering and struggling while they get undeniably hard in you.
stuck in an elevator with my owner who gets bored after the first few minutes and decides to spend the time stretching my cunt around whatever’s in my purse. i slip off my underwear and drop to hands and knees at his instruction, my skirt flipped up over my back.
he starts with the pens, but they’re too easy and there’s not a lot of them, so he moves on to my lotion bottle. cap side first, but then the other way to the hard corners bit into my walls and i can’t contain my whine.
he finds my keys and puts just the ring between my teeth and says that if i drop it, i’ll be punished, then moves onto my phone. the shape of it is difficult but the ridges on the sides of the case have me biting down on the little metal key ring. then he adds my wallet, softer but fatter, and the cold, hard line of the zipper is all i can feel until i just feel full. he fucks me with one then the other and my tears start to fall. he pulls them both out too fast and i almost drop the keys, but i manage to bite down just in time.
so he moves on to the nalgene.
i have no idea how long we’ve been stuck here, but my knees are aching, i’ve dropped from shaking arms down to my elbows, and there are puddles below my chin and between my legs.
the bottle works in slow and painful. my owner stretches me with fingers and everything else he’s already used, but the bottle is so big. he tells me not to worry, it’ll fit, he’ll make it fit, but it’ll probably ruin my cunt forever if i manage to take the whole thing. the thought makes me clench and the clenching hurts. but i am his, so i spread my knees wider, hold the keys in my mouth as gently as i can.
when it first pops in it almost feels good. the stretch around my rim hurts, yes, but in that way that i’ve come to love, and my owner rubs soothing circles on the back of my thigh. then he pushes it in further. and further. when it’s far enough in, he fucks me with it, short fast strokes, jerking my whole body no matter how hard i try to stay still. i cry, sob, around the key ring, lips pressed tight. he tells me not to come on it and i think that’s not going to be a problem but my entire world barrows down to my pussy, to the stretch, the pain, the space being made inside, the fact that it’s my water bottle, the one i drink from every day, being shoved inside me. it starts to feel good, and there might be a hand on my clit because pleasure actually begins to build around the pain.
this is all my pussy will be good for anymore, he says, he’s going to ruin it for anything smaller. he won’t be able to sell it anymore, not in person, not to people who want to fuck it with their sad small cocks, it’ll be too loose. he’ll have to stretch it himself, on his fist, on this bottle, on boots and baseball bats and toys made for broken cunts like me. there’s a clunk somewhere off to the side, but i can’t pay attention to it. my pussy stretches and he fucks it and it feels so good to be so full and so broken and he tells me not to come and i try and i clench and there’s pain, just the right amount of pain, and i hold it back hold it back and then somebody off to the side says oh holy fuck and i turn my head to find three firefighters with the elevator doors jacked open watching, filming, and i come with a scream. the keys fall to the floor and i follow them down. my owner shoves the bottle in as far as it will go, pats my trembling thigh, and says it’s time for my punishment next
thinking about tying a pup’s wrists to the headboard, having him sit on my face. sucking his tdick and each hole i can reach; languid and indulgent. eventually he’d reach the point that his arms are tired, whether it be from being aloft for so long or being tugged at. his thighs aching, if he was trying to hold himself up rather than putting his full weight down on me.
aw, you’re sensitive now? that’s too bad. i told you to sit down, didn’t i? not to give yourself work. you’ll have to relax if you don’t want it to hurt, let yourself down and press your tdick all the way into my mouth. no, no. no squirming away now, dear. i’m not done yet.
all overstimulated and shaking, i’d keep going until i was content with him. until his slick had run down my chin into the hollow of my throat, down my chest between my collarbones.
when puppy is finally untied, he has to clean up every drop with his tongue. i made you feel good, didn’t i? don’t leave me a mess.
I need someone to spank my cunt with a paddle before targeting my clit with a riding crop until I cry. The thought of seeing the leather get wet has me dripping…
And then after it all you sooth my aching pussy with your mouth, forcing me to cum even as my body can’t decide if it feels good or hurts more
Tell me more about your cervix penetration fantasies 🤭 I'm very interested...
Idk where to even begin honestly. I guess the thing I find the hottest about it is how utterly violating it is, because it’s not MEANT to be penetrated. You have to actively force it to open, which can be Excruciatingly painful and that is also incredibly hot to me. idk.
Lately I’ve been thinking about having someone use a sounding rod to rape my cervix. I’m strapped to some sort of table or surface, and there’s enough slack that i can struggle a little bit not enough that i can dislodge anything inside of me. So they’re taking their time with me, fucking me slowly with the cold steel sound, and sizing up every time I think that I’ve finally gotten used to the new girth, going larger and larger sizes until it starts to genuinely feel like it just won’t fit. I’m picturing beaded sounds, something that id be able to FEEL as it’s thrusted through my cervix again and again, something that would cause some resistance on its way in and out, so they’d have to put a little more force into fucking me with it.
They’d have to use a speculum or a tunnel plug to even be able to see my cervix, but other than that there would be nothing stimulating my cunt, and definitely nothing on my tdick. The stimulation is being given to me with pinpoint accuracy in a way that is maddeningly both too much and not quite enough. Regardless, they would force me to come just from the feeling of my cervix being fucked open. (It wouldn’t be too difficult, honestly.)
After I come, they size up again (and now the rod is about as thick as two fingers, and it’s REALLY starting to be painful. But im tied down and can’t do anything about it) and at this point I’m crying and asking them to stop, but they’re shushing me because they just want to see how much they can make me take. How far they can push me until i either pass out or dissociate so hard that i’m no fun anymore.
After I come a few more times, they stop fucking me with the sound, just leaving my cervix stretched open around it. And I’m confused, and wondering if/hoping that it’s finally over. But then there’s a wand being pressed against the end of the sound, essentially turning the sound into a vibrator inside of my cervix, and all I can do is scream because it’s the most intense sensation I’ve ever felt in my life and I don’t know if I’m dry heaving or if I’m coming but my core is tensing up and my legs are shaking and my diaphragm is contracting and my cunt is spasming wildly and i feel like I can’t breathe through the absolute overwhelming storm of pleasurepain. Literally feels like an electrical current through my body it’s so intense. And it just doesn’t stop, they don’t move the wand from that spot until they think I’ve had enough.
Um. Yeah so that’s what’s been on my mind as of late
lowkey need a brat to shove my face in his crotch and order me to suck him. im all offended arguing hes not the one to make the rules, but he just takes off his pants and spreads his wet cunt in full display. „dont u wanna please me? make me cum for u? then fucking suck it”, as he pulls down my head and buries my face in his wet pussy, grinding on me and whining softly. „yeah, good job, fuck me baby” as i slip my tongue inside him. hes tugging on my hair and fucking drowning me in his slick. i finally drag my tongue to his dick, and feel his entire body shake as he lets out a borderline pornographic moan. „just like this, im so close”, my eyes rolling to the back of my fucking head when he cums on my face, and i lick every drop of it like a fucking starved dog
i like the idea of someone jacking off and being interrupted or pulled away right before they can cum and now theyre just whimpering in need, desperately needing relief..
their partner noticing them like rubbing their thighs together and the small whimpers so they take them aside to the bathroom when nobodies looking (or maybe they get some curious glances 😏) and jack them off in the bathroom stall and the whole time theyre just whimpering and thanking their partner for finally giving them what they needed
Watch me ride a dildo instead of turning on the tv while you're eating dinner, facetime me and tell me to play with my holes while you're waiting for the bus, make me send nudes when you're bored at work. Condition me to entertain you with my body whenever you need it.
waking up in the night to a ghost fucking you into your own mattress. having caught you face down, it has spread your legs open and lifted your hips up to better find and hit the spot that makes you pliable and its job easy for it. you can't see it, even if you could look back. you can only feel its weight on your back, its grip around your wrists, and the rhythmic stretching of your own hole, as it slips in and out and rubs against your walls the way that makes your eyes roll back and your breath catch in your throat, and all you can do - all you want to do - is to just lie there and take it, intrigued by just how many times you can cum around that ghost cock
suck on my tdick for hours while you distract me from the way you’ve slipped in two fingers… three fingers… four fingers… slowly… surely.
my head dizzy from the way your tongue keeps making my boyclit throb and pulse into your mouth like i’m cumming into it… and when i relax? slip in the thumb.
in and out… stretch me… fill me… in and out… until the pressure against my spot makes me cum again. make me look down when you’re laughing up at me, bite my thighs, make my heart jump into my throat when i see your wrist disappearing into my cunt.
of course i can take it, i can take your cock after all…
You jolt awake with a sharp gasp, heart pounding violently in your chest. Thick padded straps pin your arms firmly to the sides of the medical chair, while your legs are locked high and obscenely wide in cold metal stirrups. You're completely naked, the sterile chill of the brightly lit exam room raising goosebumps across your flushed skin, your chest, belly, and most shamefully, your fully exposed cunt on blatant display.
“What the fuck?! Let me go!” you shout, voice cracking with panic as you yank hard against the unyielding restraints. “Where am I?!”
Several figures in white coats turn toward you at once.
“Subject 347 is awake—”
“—heart rate spiking—”
“—respiratory distress—”
A kind-faced nurse leans in close. “Shh, it’s alright. Just breathe for me.” She gently presses the clear nitrous mask over your nose and mouth, sealing it snugly. Cool, sweet gas begins to flow.
You try to twist away at first, but the effects hit fast. The sharp terror softens into a warm, heavy haze. Your thoughts grow slow, floaty, and loopy. The room sways gently around you.
Doctor Crowe steps between your spread thighs, clipboard in hand, his expression cold and utterly detached. His voice is flat, clinical, and professional.
“Subject 347. You are now conscious. We will begin preparation by thoroughly cleaning your vulva for detailed inspection.”
The first touch is the warm, dripping rag. You inhale sharply as the thick, wet heat drags slowly across your puffy outer lips. Doctor Crowe wipes with precise, methodical strokes, carefully folding back your labia to clean every slick, sensitive crease and fold. The warm fabric glides over your clit again and again, sending unwanted sparks of pleasure through your nitrous-dazed body.
“Labia majora: symmetrical and plump. Light natural moisture present,” he dictates in a cold monotone. “Labia minora: deeply flushed, highly vascularized. Clitoris: already erect and protruding from the hood. Subject is producing noticeable lubrication.”
The warm rag continues its slow, thorough strokes, the wet heat and gentle friction making your hips twitch faintly against the straps. Every pass over your clit sends a fresh wave of slick warmth through your core.
Then comes the sharp hiss of the showerhead. Warm water sprays out in a fine mist at first.
“We are now rinsing the area,” Doctor Crowe states coldly. “You may experience considerable stimulation. React in whatever way feels natural, 347.”
The stream shifts, and suddenly a strong, pulsing jet of warm water is beating directly onto your swollen clit. The sensation is intense, pressure hammering your most sensitive spot without mercy. A shaky, loopy moan escapes you through the mask.
They begin testing. Different modes: soft rain, strong pulsing massage, oscillating jets. Temperatures from soothingly warm to almost too hot. Your reactions grow louder and more desperate. When they find the perfect setting, firm, rapid pulses of perfectly hot water pounding right against your throbbing clit, your body jerks hard in the stirrups.
“Ah—! Fuck…” you whimper, voice floaty and broken from the nitrous.
“Optimal response with pulsed mode at 40°C,” Doctor Crowe notes without emotion. “Significant clitoral engorgement. Vaginal secretions increasing rapidly.”
The nurse turns the nitrous flow higher. The gas floods you deeper, turning the world soft and dreamy. Your head feels heavy and light at the same time, every sensation amplified and distant.
Doctor Crowe’s voice remains ice-cold. “Breathe deeply, Subject 347. Just relax.”
The water pressure increases, pounding harder against your clit. Then you feel the thick, smooth head of a dildo pressing against your slick entrance. It slides in slowly, stretching your hot, velvety walls with a wet, obscene squelch that echoes in the room. Doctor Crowe begins a steady, deep thrusting while the showerhead continues its relentless assault.
“Vaginal canal: warm, slick, and tightly gripping the instrument. Depth achieved: 14 centimeters,” he dictates clinically. “Cervix soft. Subject’s internal muscular contractions are strong and rhythmic.”
The combination is almost too much, the hot, pounding water hammering your clit, the thick dildo stroking deep inside your cunt, the heavy nitrous making everything feel floaty, overwhelming, and impossibly intense. Your moans grow louder, more desperate, turning into broken, loopy cries.
“Subject 347 is approaching orgasm,” Doctor Crowe states flatly. “Vaginal walls spasming. Increasing thrust depth and water pressure for complete assessment.”
The water pounds mercilessly. The dildo fucks you faster, harder. Your entire body tenses, thighs trembling violently in the stirrups. A long, shattered moan tears from your throat as you cum hard, your cunt clenching around the thrusting dildo, clit throbbing wildly under the hot spray, waves of blinding pleasure crashing through your nitrous-drunk mind.
Doctor Crowe keeps the stimulation going through every powerful spasm, observing with clinical detachment until your body finally goes limp, twitching and spent.
“Orgasm achieved. Strong stimuli response recorded. Subject 347 is now properly cleaned and sensitized.”
He turns off the water and slowly withdraws the dripping dildo with a wet pop. A soft, warm towel gently pats your oversensitive, puffy cunt dry, stroking carefully over your still-twitching folds.
“Preparation complete,” he announces in the same cold tone. “Subject 347’s vulva and vaginal canal is clean, flushed, and optimally prepared for the full examination.”
Doctor Crowe looks down at your blissed-out, floaty face, the mask still sealed over your mouth, eyes glassy.
going in for your pap smear as a trans guy. you find a doctor who's also trans, hoping he'll be more understanding and accepting. he praises you for making the right choice and caring for your health. he tells you the exam might run longer than usual because he has to check your bottom growth and make sure it's been growing the right way. you aren't quite sure what that entails but you nod anyway, following his directions as you get into the stirrups. you stare up at the ceiling as you hear the snap of his gloves, followed by the cool sensation of them on your tdick. you've always been quite sensitive there so you jump and whine without realizing it, immediately apologizing for it. the doctor grins and reassures you it's okay, that it might be a natural reaction as he inspects such a sensitive area.
you hold back whines as he gently spreads your cunt open, taking mental note of his findings. it wasn't until he pulled back the hood on your tdick that you moaned, feeling the cool air mixed with the smooth sensation of his gloves on such a sensitive spot. "I have to ensure you can respond well to stimuli. this may be a bit intense, just relax and allow yourself to react in any way you need." he reassures you before starting to stroke your throbbing dick, telling you you're okay when you moan and squirm on the table. he tells you it's perfectly natural to react this way to such a touch, and he continues until you cum on his fingers, making a mess on his table. you whine out of embarrassment as you realize what just happened, but when you look at the doctor you see his gloves are already off and he's sat at his computer, typing out his findings.
after a moment he stands, smiling at you as he pulls on another pair of gloves and picks up the speculum, spreading lube on it. "alright, are you ready for the rest of the exam?"
The doctor says I need a serious proceedure to retain my mental and physical wellbeing. I arrive in the hospital, and am asked to remove my clothes and put on a gown. The preparation seems intensive. The nurses shave me, monitor me, put me on an IV, and give me an enema while I'm in my hospital room. The doctor arrives after a number of hours. He explains little, but presses upon the urgent nature of my need for exploratory eexamination and treatment. Next, he asks me a number of questions about my sex life, preferences, identity, and my habits regarding masturbation. I answer honestly, shamefully, and the doctor only replies with the fact that what I've told him proves his feelings of urgency right. I need correction. Psychosexual adjustment. I'll be ceasing any unapproved activity, but first, they must examine the extent of the damage. I feel ashamed as I do terrified as the doctor has me transferred into a gurney and shuttled down the hallway. I shoot up in fear as soon as we reach the hallway, but the team of doctors and nurses in the room subdue me. I am stripped of my gown and restrained at the wrist. My legs are lifted into stirrups and strapped down as I feel a needle pierce my skin once again. The drug they'd chosen was only the half of it. More straps go over my body as they fit a mask over my head. If feel horribly exposed in front of these people, and worse, terrified. My mind swims through the haze of sedation as they begin to place drapes over me. My legs, body, and face all partitioned and covered. The only skin of mine showing lies directly between my legs. I try move as the doctor inspects me. They take photos and measurements, sometimes I can feel several fingers on me, making sure to inspect every inch of the outside of my vagina, my clit, and my folds. The occasional prod at my already uncomfortable anus is worse. Im only able to produce a faint groan beneath the mask strapped onto my face as I feel the doctor insert his fingers. They inspect me for what feels like hours, stimulating me, documenting me, and forcing me to orgasm on their gloved hands. They use an ultrasound, probing me, and speculums with a stretch my body can't resist because of the gas forced into my lungs. I groan in pain as I feel them press a steel rod into my cervix, fingers on my clitoris to ease the pain of the procedure. They force me to orgasm with the sound inside, behind my sheet, I weep in pain and humiliation and arousal. I cannot escape this place. Trapped here underneath the bright lights of my undoing. I can only endure it.
