Its Rlly Funny That The Current Crop Of Content For Forcemasc Is Either Inspiring But Rather Erotically

i need to be treated like a pet. no, not a cute puppy when we have sex, not an obedient sub, i need to be a PET. i need to be kept in a cage, always wearing a collar, always wearing just my hoodie so my owner can have easy access when he needs, need to have rules and punishments laid out for me, i NEED to be treated like a stupid dog.

i’ll always wait by the door for you to come home, lay in things that smell like you and grind on them and bury my face in your clothes, be loyal to you no matter what you do—

i just want to be a good dog.

"fakeboy" this, "i will never be a real man" that, how about i gag you with my boxers so that you can't say stupid shit like that anymore, then pound your ass while playing with your tiny cock until you come completely undone under me. i need you to learn that just because you're a faggot doesn't mean you're not a man

He wore his puppy ears while eating me out today and he looked so fucking cute I recommend purchasing some

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

When he grabs your hair roughly and says “I wonder how much harder I’d have to pull for it to come out” while slowly pulling harder and harder <3333

There's a venn diagram of 3 circles labeled masochism, self harm, and spiritual practice, and self flagellation flits between all 3 though not always at the same time

i ❤️ ... (button sets, part 1) by Claire Thompson

i need soft forcemasc. i need comforting forcemasc.

i want to be held against the soft, hairy pre-op chest of another transman, and told i'm gonna turn out fine. i'm gonna become such a good man, such a good boy. i want to be fondled gently and told what a beautiful manly body i will have. tell me that i'm going to turn out the way i want to.

this isn't going to be mutilation, my body won't hate me for what's going to happen. i am doing something wonderful. tell that to me through soft kisses

"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.