Feeding My He/hims Until They Are All Buff

a priest kneels between my legs. he tells me i've been a bad pup, a menace, a threat to his holiness- but God will understand why he's doing this, right? God can see how difficult it is to resist temptation, right? he can confess his sins when he's done.

the sweet, sweet prince, he can't ignore it anymore. the want- no, the need to devour me. he spreads my thighs and gapes at my aching boycunt, already soaking wet and exposed. he leans forward. takes my tcock into his mouth and sucks. the motion is foreign to him, but i can see him- i can see his eyes roll back at the taste of a different kind of divinity.

his nails dig into my skin as he laps at my cunt, groaning at the taste, burying himself deep inside of me as he eats me like the finest fruit, the drinks me in like the smoothest wine. every time he pulls back for breath, i can hear his whispers of oh merciful lord, i come before you seeking forgiveness. but the poor thing can't seem to stop. not until i've cum. not until he sees that veering off his path was worth it.

when he sees my shaking legs and hears my whines and whimpers, he's transfixed; he grits his teeth and recites prayer after prayer as he frantically unzips his pants juuust enough to pull his cock out. he plunges deep inside of me with a cry of God's name and fucks me hard and fast, fast, fast, as if God will not see our sin if we are quick enough.

he cums deep inside of me, crying, guilty and wrecked. he prays God will understand.

he prays God will grant him grace when he sees me in the front pew the next Sunday, too.

Me, stopping mid bouncing on it: hey you see me as a boy right? Like you think I’m a real boy? Do you think I’m a boy? I need to know if you see me as a boy-

something something throat training and breathplay

Pushing my cock to the back of their throat as soon as they let their lips softly part and holding them down on me.

Seeing their eyes softly glaze over as they struggle for breaths and try not to gag, looking up at me and silently begging me to let them up to breathe.

Once their body weakens and I can see them verging on passing out, I pull out, letting them gasp and cough for air, only for them to open their mouth wider for more, and I do it over and over until they pass out on my cock.

something like that yeah

extra points if they claw at me desperately and leave marks on my thighs and stomach

that's fucking it. bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark

"fakeboy" this, "i will never be a real man" that, how about i gag you with my boxers so that you can't say stupid shit like that anymore, then pound your ass while playing with your tiny cock until you come completely undone under me. i need you to learn that just because you're a faggot doesn't mean you're not a man

Tboy puppy but he’s old dog coded so he just lays at your feet and randomly lets out a big sigh. Sometimes he begs but if you don’t give in quick enough he just walks away. He’ll ignore you pulling on his collar to finish what he was doing before doing what you want. His knees crack when he gets on all fours.

Puppy parts.

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I want a handler I want to be cared for I want to be able to relax and have less responsibility I want aftercare I want rules I want to whip my skin until I'm bruised and bleeding I want the pain to center me I want to be whispered to I want to be special I want to know how to reward myself as easily as I can punish -

that lack of a firm foundation plus a father figure comes front n’ center once I hear the words “I’m proud of you”. all of a sudden I can’t stop fidgeting and I won’t look you in the eye ‘cause I have your approval and I don’t get that often so I’m embarrassed by how excited I feel inside. but then the longer I let feelings stir I get nervous and start thinking about all the other ways that you’d want me to make you proud