Make! Your! Sub! Speak! Positively! Of! Themselves! Before! You! Let! Them! Cum!

The desire to be called a good boy VS the embarrassment of admitting i want to be called good boy

Aw, is your cute little dick getting hard from having my fingers in your pretty asshole? You keep pushing against my hand like you want more, hm? You get so hard when I fingerfuck you, and when I tease you, but you can hold out a little longer, can’t you? Yeah, you’re my good boy and you can hold it for a little longer, even when I press on this part inside you—oh look at how wet you’re getting baby boy, you’re so wet for me.

welcome back to my ted talk.

“such a needy boy, aren’t you puppy?”

“that’s it.. keep riding that dick.”

“you wanted to act like a slut right? now im gonna fuck you like one.”

“yeah? you want it? beg for it.”

“keep looking at me .. with those pretty eyes.. yeah that’s it.”

“you’re so pretty when you cum..”

“you gonna cum? … yeah? .. hold it.”

“such a good boy.. such a good fucking boy.”

“feels good huh? yeah i bet it does.. keep moaning.”

have a good evening. <3

where are all yall sweet obedient boys?hiding game over come to me sweetheart

praise + degradation combo that isn’t centered around misgendering / detrans??? and celebrates your transness instead??

“you’re such a stupid boy, baby. a stupid, pretty boy.”

“you can’t think cause you have that drippy little cunt between your legs, huh? it’s ok baby, lots of men feel that way - you can’t help it, all that blood rushing from your brain to fill that cute little t-dick up just makes being smart sooo hard.”

“you like being my handsome little whore, don’t you?”

“does it feel good playing with your tits baby? of course you’re still a boy if you like it, lots of people have sensitive nipples no matter what, honey. here, let me help you.”

“you’re such a good boy, drooling all over your tits like that.”

“your boycunt gets so wet for me, it just loves all this attention doesn’t it? you’re just a little slut, aren’t you?”

“it wouldn’t matter if you had a pussy or not, baby - you’d be my little fleshlight either way. it just helps that your soaked cunt makes you such an obedient boy.”

(CISHET MEN / MISGENDERING + DETRANS / BLOGS / MINORS DNI)

Forced inspections that turn into "wow, are you seriously getting off on this? I thought you said you didn't want it. Getting wet just from having an older man force your little legs open? Dumb cunt. Doesn't know what she wants."

Aw you want me to call you a good boy? Grab you by the chin and praise you while you ride my strap? Can you do that bounce up and down for me like a good puppy? Show me how good you can be for me

there's something about holding a guy in your lap and telling him that he's doing so well and being such a good boy while you're up to your knuckles with your hand in his shorts and you can feel him rutting against your fingers and he's just soaking your hand and you hear him trying to hold in his moans cause he's shy so you gotta remind him how pretty he sounds by pressing up on that spot that makes his brain turn off and

Your stories are so hot! Could you write a story about a doctor taking advantage of his patient?

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Thanks! I love a good challenge. Here goes nothing. Let me know what you think. :) Also, for others: I hesitate to write stuff like this because I’m sure it could be triggering to some. I’m sure this goes without saying, but use your judgement on whether or not you want to read.

You were proud of yourself, as silly as that sounds. For the first time in your life you made a doctor appointment all on your own. Turning 18 was one thing, but becoming an adult didn’t just magically happen from one day to the next. The only way to become an adult was to do adult things, and you felt that this qualified. Your heart raced when you spoke to the receptionist on the phone. “Do you have a preference on which doctor?”, the receptionist had asked. “Anyone will do,” you replied in a rush to get off the phone.

When the day came you showed up to the office early and begrudged the fact that your mom wasn’t there to fill out the monotonous paperwork for you like she used to. You were finding that being an adult wasn’t all that it was cracked up to be. Just as you started to feel sorry for yourself you heard your name. You looked up to see a nurse smiling at you as she held the door open and motioned for you to come back. She took you to a room where she glimpsed at your paperwork and took your vitals. “Change into this,” she said as she handed you a medical gown. “Dr. Jacobs will be with you shortly.” With that, she offered another polite smile on her way out the door. You returned the offering then wiped the fake smile from your face as the door closed behind her.

No sooner were you done changing than there was a knock on the door. Your heart began to race as you saw a man step through the door. Suddenly, you were mad at yourself for assuming you would be assigned a female doctor. It hadn’t even crossed your mind that you would need to ask. You wondered, had your mom always asked? “I’m Dr. Jacobs,” he said extending his hand. You took it in your own, consummating an awkward handshake where he held your hand a little too firmly. “Here for a physical, I see?” he asked rhetorically as he glanced over your paperwork. You nodded. Somehow you had forgotten how to speak.

Dr. Jacobs approached you with his stethoscope. “First I’m going to listen to your lungs,” he advised before leaning towards you. His hand wrapped around your back. You could smell his body spray as you tried to avoid looking down the front of his scrubs. You stole glimpses of his face from up close as he alternated listening to your right and left lung. He was in his mid-forties, if you had to guess. Fit and handsome, with a five o’clock shadow that you guessed was a result of the long hours required of a man in his position.

“Now, your heart,” he said as he moved his hand to your chest. His palm pressed up against your breast as he moved the stethoscope around, presumably trying to find the right position. You blushed in return, suddenly aware of a tingling sensation coming from between your legs. If you didn’t know better you would swear he was groping you. You wondered to yourself, did the female doctors do this? For the life of you, you couldn’t remember.

When he was done he stood back. “Ok, gown off,” he said. You looked back at him, unsure if he was being serious. His look didn’t waver. There was no sign that he was joking. Tentatively you began to remove the gown. You thought about the fact that you hadn’t shaved in a couple of days, then questioned yourself for why that would cross your mind. You folded your hands over your crotch as you sat naked in front of this stranger. Your perky tits and erect nipples on full display.

He gently pushed on your stomach as he guided you to lay down on the table. Unable to keep covering yourself, you let your hands fall to your sides. It wasn’t as though he was the first person to see you naked. A handful of boys had had the pleasure. But you had never felt so vulnerable in your life. Your heart pounded as he groped at your tits. You could feel his crotch pressing against your arm as he stood close to the table. “No lumps,” he said. His voice was monotone and professional. He moved to the foot of the table. You clenched your legs together, in denial of what must be coming next. He looked up at you curiously. “Scoot down, please, and spread your legs,” he instructed. Reluctantly, you complied with his request.

“Is this your first physical?” he asked as he began to inspect between your legs. It wasn’t, but it was your first one like this. “No,” you replied, trying to sound relaxed. “When you turn 18 we have to be more thorough,” he assured you, clearly aware of your uneasiness. You clenched your teeth as you felt him spread your pussy with his fingers. You glanced down at him and watched his face as he admired your tight hole. “Just try to relax,” he advised as he slipped a finger inside you. “I just have to see something,” he continued as he pulled his finger up against your g-spot. You were vulnerable and helpless. Completely exposed to this man you had just met. You had serious doubts about the legitimacy of this exam. But, you were also human, and, objectively, this was starting to feel pretty fucking amazing.

You began to relax as he slid a second finger inside you. The endorphins were taking over and your nervousness was becoming a distant memory. Slowly but surely, all you really wanted was to cum. You ground your hips against his hand as he fingered you. Biting your lip as you softly whimpered from his touch. Your eyes were closed and you jumped as you suddenly felt his mouth on your pussy. There was no point in pretending anymore. You knew what this was, and you were too turned on to mind. You reached down to pull his head into you as his tongue expertly flicked against your clit. Your body buckled as you came. Your attempts to mute yourself were mostly successful. Judging by the look on his face, he didn’t seem concerned.

When he was sure you were done he stood up and pulled down his scrubs to reveal his cock. He was already hard. His precum glistened as it dripped from the tip of his cock. He spit in his hand, stroked himself a few times, then pushed himself inside you. “Oh, fuck,” you muttered involuntarily as he worked his cock inside you, stretching you far beyond what any of your high school boyfriends had managed. When you were ready, he positioned your legs over his shoulders and started to fuck you. The sound of his body slapping against yours filled the small room as your tits bounced in rhythm with his thrusts. It didn’t take long for you to cum again. Moments later he pulled out and stroked himself as he shot ropes of cum all the way from your pussy up to your tits. You admired the visual as he walked to the counter to find something for you to use to clean up.

He returned with some paper towel. Handing it to you before tucking his still semi-hard cock back inside his scrubs. Once you were clean it was back to business as usual. He made notes on his clipboard and told you what to expect next. There was some bloodwork needed, and the nurse would be back soon with a shot of some sort. He allowed you to dress, stealing a look or two as you did so. No doubt, trying to commit you to memory. When you were done he asked if you had any questions. “Nope,” you lied, sure that the questions you had didn’t match what he was willing to answer. He nodded, then turned to leave. “I’ll see you again in a year,” he said over his shoulder before closing the door behind him. “Yes, you will,” you thought to yourself as he left.