wearing his hoodie and thinking “holy shit i need to suck his dick and hear him moan and then beg him to fuck me so i can feel him inside me so goddamn bad” because i’m surrounded by his scent and it sends me into active heat like a stupid dog
gangrape that's more like a stray animal emergency rescue mission than rape. i'm thinking "careful careful careful eeeasy" and "he's just scared, poor thing" and "it's okay buddy it's okay we've got you"
i'm a good dog. a well-trained dog. i sit so prettily on the floor to wait for you to come home from work. you have such a stressful job ! it's only fitting that you get to come home and let it out on me.
you get home and sit yourself down on the couch. you let me sit down near your feet, close enough that your hand can go to my head and stroke your fingers through my hair. i lean into the touch, so different from how you hurt me. not that i'd ever complain.
your hand moves, holding your palm up near my face, and you smile so sweetly at me, asking me to come closer. i know what's coming, but i don't stop myself from placing my cheek so gently against the palm of your hand.
slap.
you hit me. hard. my head rocks back and i have to catch myself with my hands to keep from falling to the ground. but when i look up at you, you're smiling sweetly again.
you ask if that hurt. you apologize. you hold your hand out again. i place my cheek against your palm.
slap.
again and again. you coo at me, tell me you're so sorry, you just can't help it. my face looks too pretty, my bruises have faded too much. you just have to give me another black eye. and every time you slap, i find myself placing my bruised cheek back down against your hand.
i'm nothing if not a well-trained dog.
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 -
sometimes i just cant help myself. you get that, right? any dom- any person gets urges. i just cant help but give in to them, and you just look so pretty like this. i know, i know it hurts, but you have to stay still, because i am going to fuck you. dont do that, stop struggling, stop trying to hit me. im doing you a fucking favour and all youre doing is being disobedient. let me fuck you the way you were made for, and maybe if you're good enough, ill let you go back to struggling before i cum in you.
wanna be muzzled or gagged so bad, just wanna turn my brain off and be a helpless stupid puppy. no thoughts just puppy
i think that would fix me for at least a little while
Everyone loves forcemasc dumbification but I need the opposite SO BAD
Academic validation forcemasc. Telling him how smart he is. Lending him old, queer books with underlined passages about the beauty in his masculinity, in loving men as he does. Take advantage of his need for knowledge, for validation. Give him the information he never knew he needed and praise him when he starts to internalize these ideas. Bring him to write his own experiences and compare him to those poets he reads so much.
tumblr is my scrapbook, i find something pretty i want to look at later and i glue it to a page . like yesssss you are my little memory forever to look at lovingly
No bro it's not sexual bro I'm just humping you playfully to assert dominance im totally not trying to slam my hard cock into your slippery pussy so hard I bruise your cervix man I swear and im definitely not thinking about knotting your tight puppycunt and shooting my litter deep into your pathetic womb man I'm not like that man its just playful and innocent :3