Real Men Have It In Spades

nsfw btw i'm a disgusting piece of shit

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cvmslvts:

    crystal’s father hadn’t known her at all if he had thought this was a good idea. she was starting to regret suggesting they all have dinner together. she sits proudly next to harvey, shooting daggers at her father while harvey speaks. she was an adult now and could make her own decisions and own choices, and this was what she had chose–no one could make her feel like harvey did. she draws in a quick breath as she feels his hand on the back of her neck, but tries not to make a sound. she doesn’t want her father to worry more, not when this was normal. “i told you a million times, i don’t want to go to college. i barely graduated high school.” there’s something vicious in her voice as she speaks. “i don’t want to do anything except be a good wife to the love of my life. make him proud. make him a father. like a woman should. you can either support me or you can lose me. but you’re not changing my mind.”

“be respectful, he’s your father,” harvey murmurs, though his hand does free up from her neck when he starts to relax. crystal gave the right answer. “obviously i’ve got my work cut out for me in the training department with this one,” he chuckles, continuing his conversation with his father without pulling away from her. in fact, as if to prove some point, harvey’s hand moves from her neck to her jaw to hold her head in place. “,but, i love her and we’ll be gettin’ married.” obviously having nothing more to say on the matter, he began to have his way with his fiancé’s neck, kissing and sucking on her while moaning lewdly just because he could. “we’re gonna have good life,” he continues abrutly, separating from crystal and facing squarely with her father. “you can either get on board or fuck off. she don’t need you anymore, she got me now. and it’s clear she’s gonna be makin’ me a fine wife, yes indeed...”  

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luxuricux:

poppy had fallen hard for the older man, his forceful personality completely dominating her soft one. the very fact that she wasn’t obeying her father anymore spoke volumes to that. she smiled when his hand touched her hair and though his grip began to tighten to the point of discomfort, her smile didn’t fade as she looked at him. his command makes her turn her heard back to her father, her smile still sweet. “daddy, i’m not going to college. i’m going to marry harvey and i can’t wait. i’m going to be the best little wife around and i want to focus on that, on making harvey happy. cooking, and cleaning, and…” she bit her lip, letting out a soft sigh as she looked back at harvey. “everything else a good wife does for her husband.”

“good girl,” he praises, though he never really doubted that poppy would take his side. his closeness vanishes completely in a moment as he goes back to speak to the other man at the table, disregarding the women entirely. “we got a big, happy family goin’ here pops. plus, you'll be so relieved to finally let go of the reigns.” despite his cheery tone and expression, harvey’s eyes are wild like an animal ready to protect it’s territory. another man trying to control what’s his is unacceptable. “she’s mine now.” her parents and their horrified gapes were completely irrelevant. talking about poppy got his mind transfixed on her. he flicks her hair over her shoulder and gently runs his fingers along her clavicle there. “if you two don’t believe me, i’ll fuck her right here on the table. but i’d rather spare you from such an indecent sight.” 

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“---now sir, i respect your concerns, but i honestly don’t give a shit,” harvey says and gesticulates, more than a little pissed at how his potential father-in-law still tried to encroach on his property even to this day. “that ring on her finger proves that she ain’t your little girl anymore.”  right on cue, harvey strokes his hand down his fiancé’s long hair until he clasps the back of her neck, his grip tightening with each breath this dinner continues to dissatisfy. “college won’t do her no good, be a waste of money in fact. she don’t got the brains for it,” he impresses, almost sneering now as he leans over and noses her ear to mumble, “tell him how excited you are to be my wife. tell him how you want to keep your mind focused on better things like a woman should...”  

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slccplcssnights:

There was no way that Jenna was going to break so easily. He might have had the upper hand and the anger to fuel his adrenaline, but she was as stubborn as they come. And she had been put through the ringer before. Whatever he might do to her, Jenna mistakenly believed she could handle it. Gasping as he gripped her hair and dragged her towards the kitchen, she tried to break free but it was no use as he lifted her, practically dropping her onto the surface. Jenna kicked her legs in an attempt to make him stop, but he had her tied down and left at his mercy before she could manage to wiggle free. Twisting her arm, she curled her hand to pull it through the rope that was wrapped around her wrist. It only made the rope rub against her skin, burning slightly and yet she didn’t give up her goal of getting out of these binds. Pushing her lips tightly together, her jaw tightening, there was no way she was going to answer him. For a moment she stilled, looking directly up at him, a defiant expression in her eyes as she stood her ground against him.

for a moment alden smiles, the realization at how much fun he was going to have with this toy. "adorable,” he murmurs while folding a belt in his hand. he looks his slave dead in her defiant eyes and smiles once more before ... crack! the belt lashes down between her spread legs once, twice, three times in rapid succession. alden’s eyes widen in excitement before he goes back to beating her pussy again. the tally is up to ten by the time he stops---alden himself is panting, clearly starting to enjoy himself. “who are you?” he repeats his question as he walks around the table towards her head. the correct response his imperative and he won’t move on with the punishment until she gives him what he wants. alden pins her down by the neck and slowly constricts his hand. he looms over her, all fury gone and replaced with a little more amused and  eager. “go ahead and tell me who you are, toy.”

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yikes, been a minute. got busy. let’s see what i can accomplish...

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he sighs and pushes the other off of him. “sorry, i’m just not feeling it right now.” making out was fine and dandy, but tonight paolo just wanted a little more than something typical. “maybe it would help if you put on something different?” despite his questioning tone, he’s knows exactly how to spark his interest in the boy once more. some fishnets, a cute skirt, maybe a sexy pair of heels ... paolo leans up on his arm and begins to imagine feeling the boy’s supple skin beneath something with a little more flare. “there’s a box in my closet. go pick something out of there.”   

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these could use more attention: 1 2

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disrupted the queue to ensure focus, kinda want to leave it disrupted for spring break and do my own thing with the posts. i’ll get back to structure next week. 

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baddeciisions:

there was a part of a kat, a very conscious and aware one, that enjoyed seeing the rage behind alden’s eyes, raising goosebumps across her skin. another part of her refused to give in to him like a good girl almost every time, and needed so badly to be put down by force. likely the two combined well enough. “i’m starting to think you’re the one who enjoys getting in a huff, seeing that you do it so often.” today, the second part of her wanted to push back even more. a small scream left her as her vision swam for a few seconds. “you’re delusional, daddy.”

“and you’re a liar. naughty naughty...” installing cameras in his home was supposed to be a security measure. alden never imagined that kat would be bold enough to touch herself, especially since he always makes his expectations clear. “so the answer is yes, yes you love being daddy’s little pain slut. i want a fucking apology. you have no right to help yourself to my property.” his free hand grabs her chin between his index finger and thumb while he gets in her face. alden wants no confusion surrounding the seriousness of her actions, though he is smirking a bit. “your pussy belongs to me.” 

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adamoism:

quinn’s head whips to the side with burning crawling across his face. he begins to raise a hand as if to shield himself, but then clamps it tight around bruno’s wrist, silently telling him to slow down. big blue eyes urges him to be a little more gentle as the stranger from grindr thrusts his thumb between his lips in a blatantly sexual move. it’s arousing and intimidating and unsettling all at the same time, and quinn only hesitate for a second before he wraps his tongue around his thumb. he makes a noise that sounds like something between a moan and a whimper, and inches closer to the much larger man, his other hand wrapping around his wrist as well. 

“good boy, you’re an eager little slut, aren’tcha?” bruno chortles. he yanks his hand away and slaps quinn again before he takes a step backward. he’s rock hard in his jeans after that cute display of desperation. bruno lets the camera capture quinn’s expression for a few beats, then he finally begins palming his stiff bulge. “get on your knees, boy,” he commands, a full-on grin glued to his face now. “i want you to prove to me how much you want this daddy dick to fuck up your pussies. lemme see you be pretty for me.”  

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chocolxtes:

maria could see anger in his eyes as he looked at her, she was scared every time he was angry, but this time his tone and language changed as he spoke to her, and she realized how much she disappointed him. she shook her head, looking up at him pleadingly, “ no - daddy, please. i won’t ever disobey you again. please. ” she begged her father weakly, but he shoved her face between his knees and smeared her face to his crotch. she was shaking slightly, tears falling from her eyes by the time he pulled her back. she couldn’t move with his firm hold on her, and she knew she shouldn’t. she saw him beginning to work his pants open and she let out a cry, opening her mouth. 

he sneers, watching how easily she complies despite her begging. that willingness to appease was a trademark of a whore, and king felt he needed to eradicate it from maria entirely. “i said open up!” he jars her once more, knowing to never let a whore feel she’s done a good job. now that his dick is free in his hand, king makes a point to smack maria in the face with it everywhere but her waiting mouth. he grins as he slides the head along her pink tongue a bit before pulling her face forward to engulf the rest of his stiffening cock. “be a good girl for daddy and take your punishment, sweetheart,” he says, feeling proud that some teenage fucker wouldn’t be the first to violate his baby like this. “i promise, i’ll teach you what it means to be a whore.”

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i’ll be relying on my queue until spring break next week. hopefully by then i’ll be able to do current things.

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actualmen:

James face fell to the floor with his frown, dirty rag and bottle of spray. He thought he cleaned the place very well, but perhaps not to the liking of his own father. “I-I’m sorry, Daddy,” he spoke in a soft tone to the tile he was looking at. His face started to warm up, developing a pink hue to his cheeks. His chest started pounding to the thought of himself sleeping on a pile of garbage. “I-I’ll finish cleaning up. I promise. I’m sorry I’ve been a bad boy, Daddy.”

bruno flares his nostrils, a clear sign that he wasn’t simply displeased but furious. “to your knees, boy,” is his only command. for now, the house would have to remain subpar. bruno felt that he needed to administer discipline immediately to ensure that james learns his lesson. “i don’t need you to apologize, your pathetic groveling is worthless to me. what i need are results, and until you start performing to my expectations, i will make sure you face the consequences of your failures. now, i want to hear exactly why you’ve let me down today.” 

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schedule of posts

sunday: @actualmen

monday: @chocolxtes

tuesday: @adamoism

wednesday: @baddeciisions

thursday: @prettybxys

friday: @puretaboo

saturday: @iceicetomeetyou

all other posts to be published at my leisure unless queued for next week

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slccplcssnights:

Jenna missed the man she’d been first owned by, one that had treated her kindly and doted upon her. She had been with him for years until he’d lost all his money in a bad investment and had to sell her in order to make ends meet. Her affections for her previous owner had made her submit easily to him, but now with this new man, she was being as stubborn as ever–hating him and refusing to do the smallest things he’d demanded her to do. “No, I don’t,” she replied through a tight jaw, seeing the expression in his eyes that she’d seen before other punishments she’d received from him. “I won’t…I wo–” cut off by the sudden slamming of her head into the wall behind her, she gasped from the pain that shot up the back of her head. “Fuck. No I’m not.” her hands moved to his chest to try to push him back, knowing that he was able to do with her however he pleased no matter what she’d say or do. There was no one to stop him.

his expression flattens from its previous fury. he finds her behavior utterly repulsive and reigns in his anger as it shifts from a hot blaze to a sick chill. he hoped his lessons would’ve begun to sink in by now, but it appears that he’s been to lenient with his toy. “tonight is the night you break,” alden promises, fed up with her constant insubordination. he chooses the kitchen, the ropes he prepped on the table for this instance would be his weapons that night. it was easy for him to walk his slave there with his stronghold on her hair and just as easy to fling her onto the table and fashion her to it limb by limb. alden leaves her there, spread eagle, while he takes his time to retrieve more items to brandish his expectations into her mind, body, and soul. “who are you?” he asks flatly when he walks back in, carefully setting his punishment tools down on the counter.   

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adamoism:

          around three o’clock in the morning, declan drifted off to sleep, weighed down by derrick’s body and the throb of an incipient hangover. it was an uneasy sleep, like sinking into a warm, bottomless, murky sea. ominous images and sounds invaded his dreams, and for a brief moment when declan woke up from derrick’s hot breath against his ear, he thought he was still asleep, caught in some bizarre nightmare. with a grunt of discomfort, he shifted beneath derrick, futilely trying to wiggle away from him. “gerroff.” voice thick with sleep, eyes still closed, declan grimaced when he felt the small, rocking motion. it wasn’t hot, it was uncomfortable. one hand fumbled behind him for derrick’s hip, giving it a weak push. “tooearly– sleep:” 

“fuck off, i’m hard,” is derrick’s only response while he proceeds to reposition himself to reap more pleasure from his morning surprise. his arms curl up underneath declan’s body to hold him down and pull him just a little closer while derrick’s hips elevate a bit. his slow grind quickly turn into heavy thrusts on top of the boy’s ass. “your pussy still has a job to do. bet you want my cum,” he grunts, the dry heat a unique enough sensation that his teeth grit together. “c’mon baby, open up ... lemme in there, i’m still growing...” his moans indicate that he’s enjoying himself, last nights activities clearly only edging the blue-balled man.