28, he/him, transmasc, part-time puppyboy, switch. I was a sex-repulsed girl now I'm a horny weird pervert about it idk
This is all fantasy/ consent is mandatory
Dni: under 18, terfs, actual misogynists, p3dos, ect
My original writing is #terrible.talks
If you want to get me something and DM me I'll send pics of myself using it
I may reblog some misgen content but I'm not into misgen or detrans! I just like being viewed as an object. Chasers please interact, but I'm male and don't tolerate being called a girl
Required reading for DMs under the cut
If I'm posting 99.9% chance I'm jerking off
I <3 unsolicited pics, chats, fantasies, rps. Tell me how to touch myself or ask me how you should touch yourself! I (mostly) give out my pics when asked. It makes me wet
Concept: having my gangrape livestreamed. A seemingly endless succession of men, a cock in each hole at all times. Everyone would finally see what a whore I am, and they'd all know I deserved it. Viewers could comment with suggestions and verbally degrade me. My rapists could set up polls asking things like whether it would be better to drug me or choke me out or keep me conscious so they can watch me cry, or whether they'd be able to fit two cocks in my asshole. The men would all use me to cum multiple times, filling up my holes until I'm leaking and cumming all over my face and body. Then, when they were too tired to keep raping me, they'd hit me and shove objects in my holes while they laughed. I'd forever be known as the worthless whore I am.
I startle awake and I find myself strapped down, on my knees, with my legs straddling a sybian and my arms tied tightly behind me. There are more ropes wrapped around my knees, keeping my body pressed firmly against the machine. I’m naked and I can feel the ridges of the machine pressed harshly against my bare core, the pressure forcing my clit to bear full contact against the smooth material of the machine.
My eyes dart around the room as I struggle uselessly against my bindings. The room is so dimly lit that I can hardly see a few feet in front of me.
“Help! Please! Someone help me!” I scream into the empty space, my voice filled with desperation and fear as the gravity of the situation hits me. Suddenly, as if in response to my plead, lights pierce through the darkness, illuminating everything to full brightness.
I gasp and instinctively squeeze my eyes shut, the sudden light a harsh assault to my senses. When my vision finally adjusts enough for me to look around again, I feel a surge of terror when I see the set up around me.
There are several cameras and microphones laid out surrounding me, clearly set up to get 360 coverage of me. Directly in front of me is a massive screen that show the live camera feeds and I feel a shiver of fear creep down my spine when I see how helpless and vulnerable I look, naked and strapped down. On the bottom half of the screen there’s a blinking red light with the words Livestream Disabled flashing. My stomach clenches when I realize that the live footage of me, tied up and naked like this, could be livestreamed to who knows how many people across the world.
Tears well up in my eyes as panic starts to settle in. I let out a soft sob, wanting nothing more than to curl into myself, away from everything around me. “Please, don’t do this! Please let me go!” My voice is choked with tears and fear as my futile struggles against the bindings are coldly captured by the cameras and my begging is met with absolute silence.
All of a sudden, the machine I’m straddling roars to life. I scream as my back instinctively arches to try to reduce some of the sensation with no effect. The ropes around my legs force my entire weight to sink onto the machine, pressing my pussy mercilessly against the now-vibrating sybian. The vibrations are steady and I feel them wash over me as my clit takes the brunt of it all.
I gasp as the sensation starts to build and my mind wrestles with the juxtaposition of fear and pleasure. The rumbling vibration of the machine is drawing out soft moans and whines from me as I feel the sensations mounting. I writhe as much as I can but there’s nothing I can do to slow the onslaught of pleasure that is very quickly overwhelming me. There’s nothing else in the space around me to distract me from what’s happening to my body, though I’m not sure there’s anything that could distract me right now.
I try my best to shift my weight to take some pressure off my clit but there’s no leverage for me to move my body. I let out a desperate whine as I feel myself getting closer and closer to cumming. My mind is scrambling as I’m trying to rationalize everything that is happening, being strapped to a machine and forcibly brought to an unwanted orgasm. I can’t hold back any longer and I feel my orgasm wash over me, my eyes fluttering shut as I my clit pulses and my pussy clenches. A moan escapes me as I writhe atop the machine, my hips grinding into the vibrations as my release tapers off.
The machine mercifully slows underneath me, the vibrations coming to a halt as I pant, trying to catch my breath and regain my bearings. When I glance up again at the screen, I feel a new wash of terror grip me as I register a few changes.
There’s a new line of text under where Livestream Disabled is written. It says Countdown to Livestream: 1 of 5. It takes me a moment before I register the meaning of the words: if I cum 5 times, the livestream turns on, showcasing my naked, shaking, cumming body to the entire world. I realize that whoever set up this cruel situation has every intention of forcing me to bend to their will so that I helplessly and reluctantly cum my way into putting on a show, my own body betraying me. I don’t have time to process any further before the sybian turns on again, this time at a much higher frequency.
A cry escapes from my lips and my body lurches as I desperately try to escape the stimulation. It’s too soon since my first orgasm and my clit is tingling with sensitivity. The machine doesn’t care as it relentlessly batters my body.
I’m trying to take deep breaths, to distract myself from the vibrations wracking my body. My clit feels hypersensitive and I silently beg my body to please, please don’t cum again.
I can feel myself getting closer and closer to a second orgasm and I’m doing everything in my power to hold it back. I’m determined to hold out, to not let this demented situation bend me to break. The pleasure makes me gasp and whine, my clit turning into a focal point of unadulterated ecstasy. The sound of my own ragged breathing fills the air as I’m drawing in desperate deep breaths to try to calm myself. It’s no match against the machine beneath me as it increases in intensity and I lose the shred of command I held over my body. A scream is wretched out of my throat as I cum.
The text on the screen changes in response: Countdown to Livestream: 2 of 5.
I let out a choked whine and I’m grasping at straws as I beg into the empty space, hoping, praying for a miracle to make this all stop. “Please,” my voice is shaking, “Please, help me. Make this stop, I’m begging you, please!” There’s no miraculous rescue in response to my pleading. This time, there’s not even a break between orgasms. The vibrations only kick up a notch, pulling a gasp from my lips.
“No, no, no, please! Please stop! I don’t want this!” I cry out, unable to stop myself from begging even when I know it’s useless. There’s no sympathy for me. I feel the horrible pleasure start to build again. My hands clench into fists and I dig my nails into my palms, gritting my teeth as I will my body to ignore the pleasure. It didn’t work earlier and it doesn’t work this time. My sheer will is no match against the machine bending my body to its wants. I shatter into a third orgasm, the pleasure rushing through me so intensely that I feel my head spin.
Countdown to Livestream: 3 of 5.
I jerk and struggle uselessly against my bindings. I feel the vibrations start to slow and I gasp in relief as my body comes down from the high it was forced into. There’s a growing feeling of despair as I realize I’m only two orgasms away from the livestream starting. And it doesn’t look like I have any hope to withstanding the pleasure to hold out for much longer. As if on cue, the machine restarts its vibrations.
The previous orgasms have pushed my body into overstimulation and my clit feels raw with pleasure but there’s nothing to give me a break. My pussy is drooling over the sybian, clenching and pulsing as pleasure makes me a slave. I’m being pushed higher and higher as I focus every measure of my mind to holding this orgasm back.
My teeth dig into my lip as I try to ground myself in the pain and my eyes are screwed shut. I teeter over the edge but out of sheer will, I hold myself back, begging my body to comply. For a moment, I manage to force my body to obey, curbing the pleasure. Then, the vibrations increase again.
I let out an anguished cry as the pleasure rushes through me, shattering all of my efforts at containing myself. I feel my cunt spray my release all over myself, my body locked in the throes of my orgasm. The sounds exploding out of me are a combination of pure pleasure and sheer torment.
Countdown to Livestream: 4 of 5.
I’m one orgasm away from the point of no return and the terror of being broadcasted to the world makes me want to cry. The vibrations pick up speed and there’s a sense of resigned acceptance that washes over me as my body obeys the machine and begins to inch towards my final release. But this time, it’s so much worse than I could’ve anticipated.
The sybian batters my body as it has with the past four orgasms. It expertly and unrelentingly drives me higher and higher in my pleasure, pulling moans and gasps out of me as it works. My body is barreling towards another all-encompassing orgasm when suddenly, all of the stimulation cuts off just as I’m about to cum. I let out a loud gasp as my body jerks in response to the loss of pleasure. I don’t understand. I was so fucking close and it all stopped. My eyes dart to the screen but there’s nothing there to explain what happened. The words Countdown to Livestream: 4 of 5 seem to taunt me.
My body slowly creeps back from the edge, my breathing stabilizing as the haze of pleasure slowly fades away. And then, the machine restarts. The vibrations are harsh and intense against my clit and I cry out as the previous pleasure suddenly slams back into me. Before long, I’m letting out gasping cries as my body once again is at the very precipice of pleasure. Again, it all stops. I can’t control the whine that slips out. I should be happy. Whatever is making the machine cut off at the very last second is obviously saving me from the livestream starting but the deep, primal, needy part of me wants to cry at the pleasure that’s being withheld from me.
The cycle continues when the machine restarts. At the very last moment, when just one more second of stimulation would push me over the edge, the machine stops. This time, I cry, hot and desperate tears falling down my cheeks.
I can’t even bring myself to care about the livestream anymore. I’m so fucking close, so desperate for the pleasure that I would sell my soul to cum. The last four orgasms do nothing to curb this insatiable desire that’s built up since the edging began and I’m mindless with need. My cunt is clenching around nothing, my clit throbbing in time to my heart beat but there’s nothing I can do to push myself over the edge. I feel my orgasm fading away and I let out a needy whine.
A few moments later, the sybian starts up again and a lewd moan slips from my mouth. My back arches as the pleasure washes over me, the previous edging driving me so close to the brink that even a few seconds of vibrations are enough to push me to the edge again. But again, the machine stops.
“Please! Please, I’m begging you, I need to cum. Please let me cum! Please, I need to cum.” My pleas didn’t work earlier when I was begging for the pleasure to stop and they certainly don’t work when I’m now pleading for an orgasm. It’s a cruel joke to make me such a slave to pleasure that I’m begging for my own demise.
The unrelenting cycle continues as the vibrations resume. There are incoherent babbles of desperation spilling from my lips as the pleasure mounts. Again, I’m held at the torturous edge as the machine plays my body like a familiar instrument.
Again, the vibrations cut off just as I’m about to cum. I scream. “Please! Please let me cum, just start the livestream, please, I just need to cum!”
It seems that I’ve said the magic words because the machine beneath me restarts with a fervor. I barely have time to draw a breath in when my orgasm slams full force into me. I shatter into unrelenting, all-encompassing pleasure as my cunt squirts out my release. Every single cell of my body is flooded with ecstasy and my consciousness shatters under the force of it all.
When I regain my senses again, I glance up at the screen and see the fated words reflecting back towards me: Livestream On, Countdown to Livestream: 5 of 5. I can’t bring myself to care when the machine underneath me increases its power and my eyes roll up as my overstimulated body is forced to react.
ooooh, someone paying off my student loans in exchange for me being their personal porn star. maybe it's an old woman, who's already been through the struggle of debt and wants to "help" someone just entering the real world. maybe it's a young, rich man who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and only wanted someone easy to exploit. no matter their motivation, they look at me and see only one thing: a whore. someone not worth anything outside of how willing i am to degrade myself for other people.
it starts small. a picture of my tits for $30, not even enough to cover the monthly interest. when i ask for more, they tell me i need to work for it instead of begging for a hand out. $50 for a picture of my cunt. $100 for fucking myself with a dildo they picked out and recording it. $200 for wearing a plug out in public and taking a picture bent over a bathroom sink where anyone could walk in and see. the money starts slowly chipping away at my loan, and once it starts, i can't stop.
i ask for more, and they tell me they're done paying for pictures when they could just have the real thing. i protest, because i had told them i wouldn’t meet up in person, but they offer enough that i would stupid for saying no.
i agree. they're nice, on the surface. i can't differentiate the meanness in their eyes from the arousal. the first time, they're gentle, and i think that i made the right choice because nothing bad happened. the next time, they want to use toys on me and fuck me hard with a dildo thats just a little too big, they leave it in while they torture my clit and nipples with pinches. and the next, they want to hurt me. they hit me with a paddle until i'm crying, then use my body while i’m still reeling from the pain. i leave their place with a wobble in my step and bruises all over me.
i go over there one day and they have company. they keep passing me drinks until i'm swaying in my seat. they tell me to undress and i’m sober enough to put my foot down. when i refuse, they grab me and pull my clothes off, saying that whores don't get to say no. i try to fight them off, but it’s no use. they hold me against their chest and their friends start touching me, groping my tits and cunt, laughing at me when i flinch away. someone holds another drink to my lips and spills it all down my front when i won’t open, and the next time they try, my owner forces my mouth open so i have to drink unless i want to drown. more drinks are fed to me, the friends taking turns like i’m a zoo exhibit. the entire time, they’re commenting in my ear about how wet i am just from a bunch of strangers touching me, how loose i am after so long of being their personal sex doll. they make fun of me the first time i cum on someone's fingers.
when i’m wasted, my owner finally lets me go. i’m passed around the party. people use my mouth, my tits, my pussy, my ass. i’m in and out of awareness. i end up in someone's lap without realizing it, and they complain about how i’m so out of it i can barely ride them.
when i wake up, i’m sticky from alcohol and cum, tossed onto the couch at some point in the night. someone has written all over my body with a thick permanent marker, and my stomach flips when i see the tally of how many times i was fucked. my owner makes me beg for some pain killers, then pay for them with head, which makes my headache a thousand times worse. they tell me i can have a shower if i let them take pictures of the aftermath and they force me to pose with my legs open and cunt spread. they tell me i can leave if i let them post all of it online-- every picture and video i ever sent them, all the ones that were taken the night previous, and the aftermath, a perfect timeline of my own corruption published for the world to see.
i end up staying with them permanently. the first night of the rest of my life, they fuck me while scrolling through their own personalized porn folder.
All good fucktoys fuck themselves to detailed and anonymous violent rape threats and fantasies sent to their inbox <3 all good fucktoys are rapebait asking for it <3 all good fucktoys beg to become victims <3 all good fucktoys cum to being put in their place and told what they're good for
Want to be introduced in an important meeting as the perfect boy toy for my owner.
Dressed in fancy clothes, but not a suit, something simple and delicate that shows off some skin, my owner would take me to the big meeting room where he would introduce me to his business partners as his boy toy, having me sit on his lap, bored, while he talks about business, I would try to ignore his partners's hungry eyes on me, fidgeting on my owner's tie to pass the time.
After the important stuff is done I would be ready to leave, but of course it won't be that easy, in a blink my pants are down, my tdick exposed for all to see, legs spread open on the meeting table and all those order men lusting over me. With a simple nod of my owner I feel their hands roam my body, stripping me of the remaining clothes, feeling between my legs, pulling me close so that they can taste me, licking my skin and sucking on my cock, twisting my nipples and forcing fingers into my mouth, I know better than to misbehave and embarrass my owner, so I let them have fun with me no matter how rough and aggressive they are about it, each trying to get more of me than the other.
When the owner has enough, he simply pulls me back to his lap and everyone sits as if nothing happened, I curl up naked in his lap, trying to ignore whatever they're talking about.
When it's time to go home I'm not allowed my clothes back, so I shyly follow my owner, head down, all the way back to the car, burning in shame with all the eyes on me
tw uhhhh mentions of imaginary wounds? murder fantasies? dark kink be warned
also this is sapphic!!
the days you borrowed me always had my hands shaking a little. but not with fear, exactly. something more like the anticipation of the blood drawing needle.
i always came to your place several hours in advance so i could prepare everything. i never fooled myself by believing the thought that me having the key and basically unrestricted access to your real home meant i had any real power. even if i could force myself to step out of line and do with the key something that you wouldn't like, i knew you would break me. wouldn't matter if i ran, wouldn't matter if i hid - you would soon find me. or, more likely, i would find myself - on my knees in front of you, taking what i deserved.
sometimes i thought about it and decided that you didn't want that to happen. that would be the only explanation why it hasn't, yet.
the click of the doorlock opening has echoed through the apartment earlier than expected.
"fuck."
all i had time to do was finish neatly placing the food on the coffee table before i collapsed to my knees and crawled into the hallway.
"hi, puppy."
i hesitantly looked up, meeting your satisfied smirk.
"was so eager to greet me you didn't have even bother with knee-pads?"
the knee-pads were in the other room. out of reach. and i was out of time. but i knew that you knew that.
you squated in front of me, cupping my chin with your fingers.
"i want you to speak freely tonight."
i swallowed nervously, both eager and apprehensive. apprehensive because i knew that meant you would hurt me. eager because i was so happy i didn't care about your real reasons.
"so what? did you leave knee-pads on purpose? did you wanna be extra good tonight?"
"n-no, but..."
"oh? you don't wanna be good for me?" - your face twisted into expression of mock hurt as your fingers tightened on my chin. - "have i trained you badly?"
"no! i wanna! i just didn't have time to put the pads on."
you sigh. "i guess i can't fault you. dogs don't have a very good grasp on the concept of time."
a small closed-mouthed whine escaped me at that. and then you grabbed my short hair and stood back up, pulling my face to your groin. i couldn't hold back a deep shameless inhale and you started rubbing on my face.
you chuckled. "this, you have a pretty good grasp on."
my hands found their way up to the button and the fly of your pants and fumbled through opening them, and then i was mouthing on your underwear, salt and cotton feeling familiar on my tongue, making the constant buzz in my head quieter.
"you love this. all that effort to build a life outside those doors but you love this more than anything else."
i moaned into you, squeezing my eyes shut in shame. you were right. you were always right.
you pulled my head away with the hand that never eased its grip on my hair. "i hope you found time to make food in between humping everything that smelled like me."
"y-yes." i was pretty sure i sounded as dazed as i felt.
i followed you into the living room on all fours, the skin of my knees getting warmer and redder. looking at it made me think of my face, sex-drunk and red from all the merciless slapping, my own eyes watching my from the mirror as you fucked me and held my face up. i suddenly felt lightheaded and out of balance despite sitting on the floor.
"don't just sit around, entertain me." - you nodded towards the small sex toy setup in the corner if the room. it mostly consisted of an elevated seat and a dildo attached to it. i crawled up to it.
riding a cock got pretty easy for me pretty fast. the mindfully trained muscles didn't need many hours to get used to being used like that. i was pretty sure my body has decided that fucking myself was its new main purpose because whenever i went to the gym it inevitably got hungry for it, like i was teasing it.
there was lube nearby and i poured a lot because i needed that slide, i needed it faster, i needed it to match my rapid heartbeat, i needed...
cold silicone touched my lips. i sucked it into my mouth without thinking.
"you're the cutest when you don't think."
how did you know? how did you know i didn't? how did you know i never did when you used me?
"i want to fucking break you so you never think again."
i moan around the smooth cool cock in my mouth. you slowly slide it deeper, chocking me.
"maybe the lack of oxygen would do the trick." - you held my head to your groin, your smell making me dizzy, dizzier, your cock filling me whole, filling me everywhere.
"maybe i should just keep you there until you don't remember a thing. maybe i should fucking kill you on my cock."
i sobbed, my cheeks wet, my riding slowing down as the lightheadedness started taking over. you pulled out and slapped my wet cheek.
"that would be too quick. not fun. i will fuck your girlfriend to death first."
more tears, though my head was ringing with crisp silence like a completely empty room.
"she would love that. you would love that. and once i'm done with her i'll move on to fuck you right next to her."
i rode the dildo fast, out of breath, crying and moaning.
"your cunt will weep like a fucking wound. it always does. maybe i should also give you some actual wounds to see where you're wetter."
i breathed fast and felt like i was going to pass out. you grabbed me by the hair again and squeezed my neck with your other hand, cutting off oxygen.
"cum if you want that. cum if you want me to see that. cum if that's what you need, baby."
i would've screamed as i came if i had any air left.
I want to be forced to "work" (for free) in a brothel, or just a shady bar. To break me in on my first night I'm tied down, on my back on a table, my ankles locked in place with my legs wide open. I'm in fishnets and the cold air and knowing everyone is looking means my cunt is soaking wet and throbbing with anticipation. People come and slap it just to see how loud I cry out. Maybe someone sticks their fingers in it just to sample it. And then, once the booze starts flowing, a much older man comes and r@pes me for the first time. I hate it but my cunt wants more, it squeezes his cock tighter and he breeds me while everyone watches. It's like a chain reaction as the next man got so hard watching that he can't resist r@ping me too. Then another. Then another. I lose count, as soon as one cock pulls out it's replaced by another. Every one of them is brutal, violent, abusive, slaps me, spits on me, r@pes me til he cums then just lets the next one do the same. Of course I'm cumming too, it's all out of control, maybe I'm still cumming as one guy finishes and pulls out and the next one forces his way in. I cry and I hate it, but the next night I'm made to do it again, and again, and again, until I know my place. And then I learn to love having a purpose at last.
Always hot to take a girl over my shoulder once she’s bound. I’d be more than happy to befriend another guy to do this to a poor girl, do a home invasion and carry her off at the end of it. So what do you say, let’s team up and take care of a girl like this? Sounds like fun to me.
god i wanna be bent over someones lap and spanked until im in tears. i want them to tell me how pretty i look with tears in my eyes, how horny my pain makes them. i wanna be teased for clearly enjoying it, with how much im squirming and how wet ive gotten. i wanna be held down by the middle of my back and spanked and fingerfucked until im brainless
Found a pathetic loser cuntboy so desperate for my cock he's trying to move in with me so I can rape him more.
I've started casually hitting him, full force punches, called him my punching bag, told him he's gonna make good practise, I even hit him when we're on walks and no one is around, often sticking my hands down his pants to feel how wet he got from being physically abused like that, he's a complete fucking whore so he loves it.
I'd say he lets me hit raw, but let's be honest, even if he didn't "let me", that wouldn't exactly stop me, it just so happens that he's into what I do to him. He's not on birth control, idc really, I just pull out when I feel like it, although he's usually so drunk and or high when we fuck it isn't like he'd remember if I came inside of him, I mean he often barely remembers after I rape him, makes it a lot more convenient for me. I told him that even if he tries to report me it isn't like anyone would ever listen to a pathetic loser like him, so he's done the smart thing and accepted himself as the fleshlight he is, his body is made for me to get off, nothing more really, as long as my cock is warm inside one of his many warm holes I'm happy, no matter how he feels about being woken up by me sticking my cock inside of him. Most days the first thing I do after waking up is just stick it in him raw and go at it, helps get rid of my morning wood to fuck some pathetic whore, I make him sleep naked so I have easier access, last time he slept with underwear I just slid them aside and stuck it in, ruining the only pair he had packed, then I made him go commando as punishment, even as he dripped from me harassing him all day.
sadist who lays you down with bright eyes and a big toothy smile that's so contagious you find yourself grinning back with excitement growing in ur tummy until they say "you really aren't going to like this, baby"
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