Idk If I’m Even Into Boot Worship In Particular But The Idea Of Being Collared And Leashed And Watching

what doesn't kill you makes you develop a weird irreversible psychosexual attachment to it

(Minors dni)

Hey. You. Yeah, you. The fuck are you doing wearing that shit? I told you, no more feminine crap. Fucking hell man, you look like a girl. Not like the man I know you are inside. Anyways, c'mon. We gotta fix this mess.

I'm dyeing all your stuff black and while I'm painting new patches for your jacket, I'm forcing you to sit on the ground with your head between my spread legs so you can get a good look at what you'll have one day. Hold still you fucking dog, good boys know how to wait. If you're that desperate to get off, you can use my boot like a mutt. Don't you dare make me mess up the stitching on these patches though, this shit's a pain in the ass to get right.

When I'm done, you'll finally look like what you're supposed to. Buzzed head, black denim, and a jacket with patches screaming all the things that you were too scared to even whisper when you were entertaining that stupid idea about being a girl. Chains hanging from your belt, and steel-toed leather boots good enough for crushing the assholes who get in your way.

I'm taking you to a concert in some cramped grimy basement later. It'll be loud, but your voice cracking from the T I'm putting you on will be louder.

T makes you so rageful, and so surprisingly strong... the other day you go into a playful fight with your Tboy friend, but like dogs you start to bite, and before you know it you're just wrestling and beating on each other.

It happens so fast, scrambling and pinning one another down.

With blood pouring down your faces, and adrenaline coursing through your veins, you press your lips together; teeth scraping against one another- biting throats and licking pooling blood from tender skin. You fight for who gets to fuck who on the floor of your basement.

they didnt give me a penis because i would be so good at having boners i would literally win every boner compatition and thats why they were tooooo scared

Trans tumblr is my absolute favorite because I can post some fuck shit like “imagine letting two guys carve a tic tac toe game on you and then beating up the loser” and then 300 dogboys will reblog it like “yeah I busted to this”

reblog for something t4t to happen to you this summer.

"sorry my dicks small" "sorry I take a while to cum, if I cum at all" "sorry I cum too fast" "sorry i can't get hard anymore" blah blah blah blah blah let me blow you already STFU

When we’re both kinda sex averse but pent up so we have to just beat the shit out of each other to get the energy out

he should pull me into a kiss by my shirt. he should pull needily on my tie as we make out. he should look me in my eyes and unbutton my shirt slowly. he should

for some reason way above my comprehension, i couldn't stop my own body from accepting the weird invitation. when i heard that stupid little words coming out of his goddammit stupid mouth i lost my sense of reality, i felt my blood flowing painfully under my flesh.

"punch me like a man", so i did. my lord, i did it without any warning, without any pity, without any hesitation. my knuckles found his face in the same way the lips of hungry lovers search for each other. in the same way the teeth of a predator seek it's way towards the skin of the prey.

something about the way he spat the blood on the floor made my knees weak. something about the way he grinned with his teeth stained in red made my head spin. something about the way his sweaty binder is now with stains that smell like iron made me feel shivers down my spine. something about the way i felt in control and under control at the same time made my guts tremble.

next time i will hit harder.