Casually Fingering A Trans Guy Who’s Sprawled Across My Lap With One Hand As I Focus On The Book I’m

pspspspsspss puppies with an oral fixation, I’m a masochist top.

You know I can’t breed you unless you break skin puppy, c’mon just bite down a little harder. I want to feel your nails digging into my skin while I push you over the edge again and again and again. I want to feel the drool run from between your teeth when you’re biting into my shoulder.

I need you to scratch me up while I make your eyes roll back. C’mon puppy, you couldn’t really hurt me.

Don’t think, Bite Down.

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.

feeding my he/hims until they are all buff

"Sit. Stay. Down. That's right, good pup. Now, play dead." You laugh and lay back with your eyes closed. Thinking it's a joke. The way you sprawl out under me makes my cock twitch.

There's a long pause, longer than any other. It's an off key, absent kind of sound.

Lifting your head up a bit, only to be pressed back down firmly into position. "Down. Stay-" You try to peek an eye open but my hand doesn't alleviate from your face. "I said: Stay."

You keep your eyes shut, confusion trickling like cold water down your spine. My breathing turns heavier as I run my hands down your body, "that's it. Good. Stay just like that- you're doing so good."

You freeze. Not moving a muscle as I pry your limp legs apart. Looking up from your pretty little cunt to your slack face, eerily still–you almost look like you're sleeping. Almost– and back down.

I'm bottoming out inside you before I can process the vapid desperate motion. Barely enough thought to pull your panties around your ankles. Holding you down by your head as I growl and quiet you. "shhh, that's right. Don't make a sound. Play dead. playdeadplaydeadplaydead, pup. Fuck- dead things don't whimper. They don't react, shush now."

While I violate you, I feel the dead weight of forcibly relaxed muscles clench and grip my thick cock. The tension and discomfort in you palpable. But your little head is spinning, it feels so good. You have to be a good doggy while you lie there and just take it. Doing exactly as your told. Each thrust jostling you, and you can't even scream. You can't move. You're dead. You're dead and I'm using your holes to jerk off.

A sick twisting in your guts tells you that you're going to cum from being used like snuffbait.

I tell you that too.

Right before I fill you up and clamp a hand over your mouth so you can't breathe and ruin the immersion of the moment for me. I want you to play dead a little longer.

this is who youre asking to work 40hrs per week btw

Gentle dumbification is so cute, it's adorable to see how flustered and worked up it can get a little fucked out pet. Tease and coo at how it really is just an empty headed baby puppy who needs help when it can't do more but a few weak bounces when instructed to ride your cock after getting fucked dumb.

Showing them their body infront a mirror after a good breeding. "Whose that doggy, huh? Whose that pretty breeding puppy there? Awww baby, you really are dumb, that's you silly pup~" as you notice how their little puppy cock starts to throb and they start to hump the air while they stare at their own ruined hole.

Even just instructing the poor thing to change positions mid fuck can prove how cum drunk dumb it's gotten, seeing it squirm all stupidly.

"Awww don't worry pup, I've got you, I know you're just a little dumb doggie, nothing in your pretty head but puppy fluff~" whispered teasingly as you grope their hips and fuck your cum in deeper

just need a fag to hump my leg till he's drooling. and he's calling himself a good puppy over and over. because he is such a good puppy. my good puppy. and . I have to go jerk off about this goodbye.

put a collar on me so when you're fucking into me the bell jingles. move me how you want it when I give you head/eat you out so the bell jingles. Make me squirm so it jingles.

Condition me to get soaked when the bell jingles. Make me associate that little noise with pleasure

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.