[bastardr0tt666]

I need to trade spit with a freshly killed man as I finger his cooling holes

[torturedog]

You sure did grow over the summer. Look at that, you're almost my height now. You know, to really measure you have to take your shoes off, and your hat. Let's take your shirt off, too—what's the matter, cousin? We're family, just take it off. It's a hot day anyway. Why don't you take your pants off too? We'll go to the beach later in our swim trunks, it's the same thing really. Wow, your underwear is still so childish, that's cute. Don't flinch, I'm just pointing out the pictures on the fabric. I guess you're not as grown as I thought you were. Don't be embarrassed, look, I'll undress too. See my briefs? This is what grown ups wear—you like it? Come here, let's compare. Don't be shy. We're cousins, it's fine. Look at that, look how my bulge is so much bigger. Yeah, it's because I'm older, don't worry, you'll catch up. Are you actually getting hard from this? That's adorable. Here, just stand still, let me grab your hips. Press against me like this. Stop moving so much, I'm just showing you what you can expect when you get a little older.

[yvngslvtt]

seriously need to get molested and tortured rn

[yvngslvtt]

hey baby boy… oh don’t cover yourself, it’s just dad. it’s okay to show me your cock, son. take your hands off of it. if you don’t do what i say, i’m going to pound your little hole until it rips open…. good boy, now let’s see that cute little penis you have.

[yvngslvtt]

dad telling me that he owns my little cock and the rest of my body because he made it and he can do whatever he wants with me while he pounds my ballsack with a hammer

[yvngslvtt]

holy shit i need to be molested by an old man

[yvngslvtt]

when my dad edges me and then smacks my balls when I’m about to cum >>>>>

[wr3tched-guts]

NEED A BOOT ON MY DICK NEED A BOOT ON MY DICK PPPLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWASSE GOD PLEASE GOD PLEASE

[impregnatable]

little brother that crawls into bed with big sister and cant help but jack himself off because she barely put a hand on his thigh in her sleep

[yvngslvtt]

sleepover with my friends and we show each other our privates hehe :3

[yvngslvtt]

love having dad teach me about my private parts and how to play with them

[yvngslvtt]

Someone finding the vids of my abuse and making me masturbate to them………..

[yvngslvtt]

no son you don’t have “private parts”…… your boyhood is going to be exposed to anyone who wants to see it.

[yvngslvtt]

Dad dropping me off at school after putting me in a chastity cage and stimulating my little cock until it’s throbbing and leaking >>>>

[nymphalidaze]

Sam is too young to go on hunts, but Dean has been doing it for years. Sam wants to feel useful, needs to be part of it somehow. He envies and resents Dean and John for their relationship - close in the way only hunting partners can be, in the way people who've saved each other's lives are. He does research but it's not enough. It's not practical. John and Dean both hold practical skills higher than anything else.

So Sam studies first aid. John taught him what he learned in the marines and through trial and error, but Sam wants to do it right. He practices stitching on old t-shirts and holey socks until they're perfectly neat. He steals bottles of disinfectant so the older Winchesters don't resort to vodka and whiskey. He practices wrapping bandages on himself, mummification as an expression of devotion.

Dean lets Sam take care of him after hunts and it's a ritual they both hold sacred. Under the too dim or too bright lights of motel bathrooms, Sam tenderly cleans Dean's wounds, stitches him together, sets disjointed bones, and sometimes, when Dean allows, will massage stiff muscles until Dean is half asleep and making content noises that go straight to Sam's dick.

But nothing gets him hard quite like the injuries themselves.

Something is very, very wrong with Sam. He doesn't understand how he can be so sincerely concerned about Dean and also popping a boner at the sight of Dean's pretty face covered in blood. Dean just suffers so beautifully. Sam always liked the old paintings of saints in their heavenly suffering, and Dean is like his own personal Saint Sebastian.

If Dean notices, he doesn't say anything, granting Sam a little dignity. He also doesn't try to avoid Sam's help, so that must count for something.

Sam extends the favour of a blind eye. He knows it's just residual adrenaline that pitches an impressive tent in Dean's jeans, but it's hard to fully ignore when he's kneeling before him and it would be so easy to just...

Holy holy holy, Sam thinks.

[winnie-the-pooh-official]

God made me a trans man because I can’t be trusted with a dick and balls

[yvngslvtt]

punishment where i have to stick my private parts into a fire ant mound