If A Boy Looked Up At Me With His Pretty Eyes And Said “please Be Gentle With Me” My Brain Would

imagine yourself on a bus, minding your own business, when you feel a hand grope your ass. you squirm but you don't fight it off, because why would you? a pretty ass like that deserves it, right? you try to fight them off but they're larger than you and they laugh as they continued to molest you.

and another man gropes your tits, fondling you beneath your shirt, pulling your nipples as you tried to pull away. people are noticing, but no one makes a move to help you. no one listens to your begging. they're too entranced at seeing this pretty little slut get touched in public.

soon enough there are multiple hands on your body, men and women, tugging your clothes down, touching your ass and your tits and your pussy and your mouth. No one can hear you scream, not when people are shoving you to the ground, ripping your underwear off. someone shoves a cock in your mouth to shut you up, fucking your face as another one drives his cock up your pussy and fingers slide into your ass. your hands are yanked, and you feel slick hard cocks against them. All your holes and hands are put to work. You're a filthy little fuck toy for them. There's cum in your holes, in your mouth and in your hands. You're getting wet, but you can't touch yourself.

It doesn't stop there no. You have an entire bus load of people waiting their turn to use you. Once someone finishes there's another cock to replace it. It takes you hours to go through them all. By then you're soaked in people's cum, and there's a puddle of your own juices beneath you.

You try to get up, but the same man that grabbed you first suddenly yanks you towards him. "You didn't think that it was over, did you?"

You scream as hands grab you again, but it's drowned by mocking laughter. They take your clothes away and cuff you to the handrails. A spreader bar keeps your legs wide and a spreader gag keeps your mouth open. Someone grabs a marker and starts writing on you 'Public Cumdump' with arrows pointing to your holes. Tally marks of all the people who used and violated you are written on your thigh.

The bus soon empties out, the driver glances at you, and then he restarts his route. More people come in, more people who are ready to use you as their pretty little cumdump.

i have no words

nice

All I can think about lately is taking care of a pretty boy. Being soo gentle and sweet with him. Spooning him while I stroke his pretty cock. Whispering praises in his ear. Giving him whatever he wants. How could I not when he sounds so cute when he begs? You want it faster? Of course, angel. I just want to make you feel so good.

Swiping my thumb over his tip, cooing over how messy and leaky he is for me. Wrapping my other arm around his waist to pull him back against me, as close as possible. But it's never close enough. Kissing and biting his neck while I whisper in his ear about how he drives me absolutely insane.

Calling him all sorts of cute pet names. Pretty boy, angel, sweet boy, sweetheart, baby boy...there's so many good options.

You're always such a good boy for me, baby...so fucking perfect. I could touch you like this all day long...

Actually can't stop daydreaming about being a free use toy for all of my friends. Playing games with friends when one of them tells me I have to turn on a camera for the rest of the call and strip so that I'm completely vulnerable to everyone in the call when they give me perverted orders throughout the call~ "Bend over let's see you spread yourself" "edge yourself before our next match" "Put on a toy and give me control I'm just gonna watch you play this next one~"

Sorry if i spam like your posts... Im trying to cum

poor worn out prince, your parents, your monarchs, send you out once again to fight in their place, to send aid to your neighbouring kingdom, you fight so hard and you do win but you feel your exhaustion weighing down on you as your vision blackens. when you awaken you do not recognise the room you are in, though it is just as ornate as your rooms back home, it is unfamiliar, someone opens the door at seeing you awake says she must leave to tell the queen you have awoken. ah, that is it then. you’re ally, the queen of your neighbouring kingdom must have brought you back here to heal up… though… why? you are not badly wounded, your own men could have brought you home, and seemingly she has wanted to be notified the moment you wake up. you have no time left to ponder as the door reopens and she enters the room. she smiles when she sees you and your heart flutters in your chest, more so when she tells the servant to leave you both be. she frowns, sighs, and walks over to you, sitting on the edge of your bed, 

“oh you poor sweet thing”, she tells you how she’s seen you taking so much responsibility on your shoulders, how your king and queen seem to use you, hide behind you, she’s out there with her soldiers and they stay safe locked up in their castle and send you out in their stead, her hands curl in the blankets, clenching, as she mutters almost to herself about the way she has seen them treat you when they think no one is looking, the jokes they say about you, “how can they not see what a precious boy they have in front of them?”, she turns back to you and gasps, you hadn’t noticed you’d started crying, “oh hush” she says and pulls your head to her throat “would you let me take care of you, my little prince? let me convince you to stay a while? for you deserve so much more than you have been given”

that evening you send a letter to your parents, telling them that you are safe but do not feel well enough to travel back home yet and that you’ll return once you are healthy. a lie of course. but this queen fills you with such warmth in your chest, shows you such affection, that you already feel needy for it. within just a week you’re preening under her praise, which she is most generous with, almost squeaking the first time she called you a “good boy”, she seemed to have been doing it more since, asking you to help her with things, asking her to accompany her as she walks around her gardens, and calling you a good boy when you say yes, apart from when you reluctantly tell her you don’t feel up to it and expect scorn but are only met with yet again another “good boy, it’s okay. i’m proud of you for telling me. you are allowed to say no, you understand? what i want more than anything is for you to feel comfortable”

in two weeks you know you should head home, you know you can’t hide from your family forever, and if you were to stay what would happen? you wouldn’t want your parents to get angry enough that they’d start a war with your queen… oh gods you called her ‘your queen’. whether it is unproperly or not, you head to her chambers and knock on her door, she answers, surprised, but then smiles and lets you inside. “i cannot stay” you tell her, unable to look at her. “why ever not? do you not like it here”, you let out a wet laugh “that is the problem, your grace, i like it here far too much”, try as you might she is… good at convincing you, though she does not say much, she does not tell you she has plans of how this will all work but.. she gets closer, cupping your cheeks in her hands, “you could stay with me, not just stay here but, you can would with me. i would keep you safe, i would keep you cared for, i would keep you loved”, your knees touch the edge of the mattress, not realising you’d been backing away from her, she pushes a little and you sit, “don’t you want to be my good boy?”

you can’t stop the sound that escapes you and your suddenly so embarrassed that you think you feel tears pricking the corner of your eyes, “oh my darling” she swipes at your tears, leaning down over you, and presses her lips against yours. you don’t know where to put your hands, wanting to hold her, or rather wanting her to hold you, nervous of touching the fine fabrics of her gowns. she pulls back and chuckles, takes your hands and places them at your sides, “let me take care of you, just lie back, let me take care of everything”. your mind is a blurry haze as she pulls you clothes from your body, fingers trailing the hem of your undershirt, looking to you, asking whether you would like it on or off, you knowing now there is no answer which she’d prefer other than your honest one, whimpering as she removes the last cloth with covers your cunt, throwing a hand over your face, “aw, is my little prince shy?”, only getting more whimpers in response as her fingers slide up and down your dripping boy pussy, watching you squirm as she slides one finger inside, “ah, there you go. that’s what my good boy needed all along, wasn’t it? don’t you worry about a thing. just rock back against my fingers, that’s it. you’re doing such a good job, lovely. just let mommy fuck you with her fingers.”

you never do end up returning back home.

[pov character is a trans man, dni if you’re not attracted to men. dni minors and ageless blogs]

Sometimes I worry about the young, sexually inexperienced trans people into hard kink on this website. Please remember "any sex" isn't necessarily worthwhile. You deserve sex with someone you trust who cares about your safety and respects your boundaries, or checks in frequently if you aren't sure what your boundaries are.

Experimentation is great, but try to avoid putting yourself in a situation that ends up being traumatic for you.

why can’t a subby boy be making me a sandwich with nothing but an apron on rn ?? i wanna grope him while he’s making it 😕💔

kinktober - day 2: praise

"good boy, that's it," they coo, as they squat over my face and fuck my face. I take their cock deep into my throat, barely gagging at all, "That's my handsome boy," they smile, "look so good with your mouth stretched around my cock." They slide their hand down my body, finding my hard little cock and caressing it gently on their way to my wet hole, lubricating their fingers with my arousal, "how perfect are you? Getting so wet for me, huh?" they start playing with my dick, making me gasp and splutter around their cock, "tell me you're perfect," they slide their cock out of my mouth. "I'm perfect," I whisper obediently as their fingers make my eyes roll back and they shuffle down the bed to sit between my thighs. They curl two fingers inside me, stroking my sensitive hole and making me buck and thrash, "you feel so fucking good, I'm so lucky to touch you like this." They say sweetly as I start to moan louder, "please, please, please, can I have your cock?" I whimper. They smile, "you know who gets my cock?" they ask, withdrawing their fingers and rubbing their cock against mine, the heavy head making my cunt throb, "good boys?" I guess. "yes, you are so smart," they smile, "and what are you?" I nod fervently, "I'm a good boy," they slide inside without resistance, burying themselves to the hilt, "yes you are, you can have my cock inside you for as long as you chant that." I moan and grip their hips with my hands, "I'm a good boy, I'm a - a good boy, I'm a - fuck - a good - ugh - good - good boy."

thinking abt ghost dick again

waking up to something filling me. It’s sizeable, but nothing I can’t deal with. Putting my hands to my cunt, trying to figure out whats going on and feeling, but not seeing something inside me. Slowly it starts to move until its pounding me into the bed, but when i reach down to rub my cunt, a hand cracks against my face and stops its movement inside of me. I wait for it to start up again, but it doesn’t so I get ready for work.

In the shower, the something inside me grows a little bigger, as hands begin groping my chest, leaving me moaning for more. I reach down to rub my cunt, but once again a hand cracks against my face and the hands leave my tits alone, leaving me with a slightly bigger dick inside me. I groan at the frustration but finish getting ready for work.

At work, I’m talking to a coworker when the something gets bigger again. I excuse myself to my cubicle just as a feel something sliding into my asshole. Both somethings began pumping in and out of me, leaving me to rock my hips against my chair. Reaching to rub my cunt, desperate to cum, but I’m slapped again and the pounding stops. Tears well in my eyes, but I keep rocking trying to get more stimulation, but something slides over my clit and I don’t feel anything anymore.

At home, I strip and the pounding begins right away. I fall to the floor face down, ass up, drooling as I’m pounded so good. I know now not to touch, so instead I beg. Beg for more, harder and faster and to please let me cum.

I’m nudged to the couch arm and my legs are spread over each side. The pounding resumes, harder than before. There’s something expanding inside of my ass and cunt and I began rutting against the couch arm. I move my hips back and forth, chasing my pleasure when hands grope around my tits pulling and squeezing and pinching. Moaning and begging, when I feel my release building up, the pounding speeds up and hands slap at my body. My ass, my cunt, my tits and face jiggle with the force of each slap. A hard slap to the face is what sends me over, and i cum long and hard

Kinda just wanna bend a puppyboy over my desk and fuck his ass until his mind is broken and it’s the only way he can cum ever again