If You Speak To Me Like I’m A Stupid Dog I Will Get So Hard My Vision Will Blur Just Saying

Puppy parts.

Puppy cunt. Puppy hole. Puppy cock. Puppy cunt. Puppy hole. Puppy cock. Puppy cunt. Puppy hole. Puppy cock. Puppy cunt. Puppy hole. Puppy cock. Puppy cunt. Puppy hole. Puppy cock.

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its rlly funny that the current crop of content for forcemasc is either inspiring but rather erotically void motivational posters, or just saying "be gross and disgusting and violent" like thats what men are supposed to be.

the real sensual appeal of forcemasc, to me, is someone grabbing you by the hair, looking you in the eyes, and saying "I know what you are. And I'm going to drag it out of you. And you're going to love every second of it."

it's having someone not only affirm your internal view of yourself, but demanding it be brought to fruition at their hands. Someone who's completely uninterested in the girl-shaped shell you've been living inside of, and wants to extricate you, raw and wanting, from inside of it. They want to mold you like clay in the image of a strong, confident, beast that knows how to obey.

it's having your body examined and sized up, being praised for how far you've come and getting punished for backsliding. it's getting called a 'good boy' every time you take your shot straight-faced. it's tussling in the backyard and getting that little smile when you stand back up instead of tapping out. it's building your tolerance, your confidence, layer by layer until that shy, scared little girl inside of you that people forced you to be is gone, and all that remains is a very, very good boy.

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"

that's fucking it. bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark

tumblr is my scrapbook, i find something pretty i want to look at later and i glue it to a page . like yesssss you are my little memory forever to look at lovingly

forcefem is like: "youre gonna wear mommys skirts, okay sweetie?"

and then forcemasc is like: "look within yourself. is this what you want? are you okay with living with this body, for the rest of your life? are you okay with letting yourself feel locked away? let yourself feel free. run away with me, we don't have to let your parents know, we can take back the years we missed out on."

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

Tboy fluff.. tboy happy trail… tboy tits..tboy tummy

If you are a fan of any of these things you’re a little bit obligated to reblog aren’t u

petplay? oh you mean that kink for burnt-out neurodivergent people with abandonment issues who need simple easy directions and assurance that the person giving them will still be there at the end of the night. yeah i got you i know what you're talking about