When He Grabs Your Hair Roughly And Says “I Wonder How Much Harder I’d Have To Pull For It To Come

(contains: light cn*c, dehumanisation)

How To Guide: Get your brand new tboy ready for use!

Please notice: when he arrives at your door he will likely be very shy and may mostly be looking down at his feet. This is completely normal and actually indicates that your boy will be obedient and easy to use.

Although there are many ways to break in a new tboy, we generally recommend the following method:

Bend your tboy over a piece of furniture. Dining table or most desks will do just fine.

Make sure he is positioned correctly. He should he laying flat on his tummy, legs spread nice and wide and with his hands on his back. (Hands can be either bound or cuffed for maximal restriction). If you've got a smaller model, his feet might dangle above the ground. That should not be an issue.

Pull down his trousers and underwear. You can either take it completely off or just let it hang by his feet while he is in use. If he protests or squirms, give him a hard smack on the ass. (If wiggling or protesting continues, see the section two of the manual: How to: Fix a bratty tboy)

Now you should be able to get a good view of his cunt and hole. Most likely it will already be dripping wet, however if it is not, massage or tease it gently for a couple minutes.

When you first push into his hole, it might be quite tight. Apply as much force as needed to penetrate him. Moaning, whimpering, sniffling, crying and light screaming from the boy might occur at first use. Stuff his mouth if this continues or see section two of the manual.

Congratulations, now your tboy is devirginised and ready for use!

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.

btw when a person tells you they usually don’t cum or have a hard time with it, pushing them to cum (“come on, baby, cum for me!” “are you close?” “i want to make you cum” etc) makes it less likely for them to cum and will in fact make them feel very pressured and have less fun because they now feel like you’re not going to have fun if they don’t cum.

the goal for sex isn’t to cum. the goal of sex is to enjoy yourselves. you can have fun without orgasms. orgasms are a bonus. stop treating sex like it’s not good enough if your partner doesn’t climax.

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.

Me, stopping mid bouncing on it: hey you see me as a boy right? Like you think I’m a real boy? Do you think I’m a boy? I need to know if you see me as a boy-

Dogs need enrichment or they start to get a little too enthusiastic play biting.

gangrape that's more like a stray animal emergency rescue mission than rape. i'm thinking "careful careful careful eeeasy" and "he's just scared, poor thing" and "it's okay buddy it's okay we've got you"

Self-flagellation that's not a sex thing and not a self harm thing but a secret third thing