The Masculine Desire To Wrestle And Lose And Be Put In Your Place By A Big Mean Hot Butch Dyke

Oh to be bursting to pee in public.

I'm walking back home on evening, it's sunset but the air is still warm from a hot day.

In summer I always wear very short shorts, often men's swimsuit bottom. They would be so easy to just push aside, and I could empty my poor, aching bladder. No, it's bad, I can't pee outside, but on the other hand I'm still far from home, and as minutes pass I'm less and less sure I'd be able to make it home.

I can't wet myself here! My shorts are black, but I also wear sneakers and socks, I don't want to ruin them and smell like piss in public.

As I walk I start to panic, my need to pee invading my brain. I'm so full, I'm gonna have an accident! The idea of finding somewhere to piss seems more and more appealing.

I start looking for a secluded corner, but find none. Too small, too exposed, someone would see me pathetically piss on the ground like a dog.

I finally find an empty bench near the river, hidden by a few trees. My heart thumps in my chest, this is my luck! I nearly lose control at the idea of finally letting go of the unbearable pressure. I feel tear filling my eyes : it hurts, I can't hold it!

I sit on the bench, still unsure if I'm really doing it. Someone could still see me from the bridge. I squirm, my heart racing. I finally move my hand and grab the crotch of my shorts with my panties, and pull them to the side. A short and strong stream of piss immediately burst out, hissing loudly ; one more second and I would have wet myself!

I instantly stop, clenching my muscles. God, I'm doing it, I can't believe it. After letting out a little, it burns even more, I bite my lip and my big clit twitch. I relax and let out another long jet of pee. This time I can't stop it, it feels too good. The hissing, the sound of it hitting the bench, then the ground, it's so loud, anyone could hear! The smell is strong, piss mixed with the smell of my sweaty pussy, my head begins to spin.

Maybe that's why I don't hear the two men coming from behind me until the very last second. I jump when I hear them and let go of my shorts before I even manage to cut the stream. Warm piss soak my panties for a second, before I manage to stop. My heart is pounding, if they notice what I was doing I'm fucked.

They start talking as they come closer, but I don't understand, frozen by fear. I hear "alone", "puddle", "slut". They're too close, they'd smell it!

When a big hand grabs my shoulders, I let out a gasp and a new gush of piss in my shorts. They pin my wrists to the bench, I squirm and whine but I can't move. The second man face me and kick my legs open.

"I told you! This little bitch was trying to sneak a piss here like a fucking dog. Hold him, I'll teach him how good boys behave."

I blush madly, trying to close my legs, too aware of the state of my panties. He can't see how wet I already am! My bladder is still aching, begging to empty.

"What a big puddle you've made already! You must have been really desperate, we could hear you pant from the street."

He lifts my shirt and graze his hand towards my waistband. My breath become erratic, no! He can't go lower, he'll know I've wet myself!

Too late. His fingers have reach between my legs, as my nipples start to grow hard from his touch. He gently run his fingers on the wet fabric, tracing the outline of the small wet spot.

"Oh, look like he couldn't wait! You believe this? Not only he piss in public, but he can't even make it in time! And do you smell that? It's not only his gross piss, it smells like a bitch in heat here."

I feel like I'd die of shame, heart pounding in my head. His fingers stroke my hard clit through the fabric. My need become unbearable.

"God, such a pathetic whine, he's so needy."

He pulls my shorts to the side, and without warning slides a thick finger inside me. I gasp and cry, letting out a big spurt of pee.

"Look like we interrupted him!" he laughs. "No need to cry baby, I'll help you relax and empty."

His finger slowly thrust in my wet pussy, while he thumbs at my clit. I bite back a moan, uncontrolably letting out a stream of piss. I feel it soak my shorts, I hear it hissing and hitting the fabric. I'm ruining my clothes, I'm pissing myself, why don't him get my panties out of the way?

"Like this baby, I know you want it, I bet it hurts to keep it inside, uh? You can't help it, soiling yourself, that's why untamed dogs like you do."

I cry again as he crooks his fingers. At this point I'm too hot, I'm panting, I don't have any control over the spurts of piss soaking my shorts. It splash on my thighs, it pools under my ass, and the thrusting movement make it squirt everywhere.

I cum crying, fear and panic only making me piss harder. My pussy clenches endlessly around his fingers, while spurts of piss mix with slick.

"Wow, that's really a big pee, you ruined your pretty panties. Let's make sure there's nothing more left."

He keeps fingering my oversensitive pussy as I squirm frantically. In no time, I cum a second time, moaning loudly. This time, what squirts out is a clear liquid, splashing all over his hand. My orgasm feels endless, waves and waves of liquid squirting, splashing on the ground at my feet.

I fall limp on the bench, panting, my ears ringing. He's still gently tracing circles on my clit. I can hear the last drops of my piss hitting the ground.

"Did you see? Poor boy had so much in him, good thing we helped him. That's what good people do when they meet this kind of bitch."

He pats my pussy, put my shirt back on and make me stand. He adjust my sopping wet shorts around me.

"My, what a big accident! Hope you'll make it home without anyone seeing you like this. Everyone would know you can't control your bladder in no time."

is this the forcemasc yall been talking about

Graffitto in the stall of my local queer furry bar

Inspired by dog park dissidents

little brother who doesn't wanna look like a baby in front of his big brother so he doesn't cry while big bro rapes him as hard as he wants

as a film fan and a voyeuristic pervert, no one understands that my biggest fantasy is to record them fucking themselves on my dick, absolutely shamelessly, touching themselves begging to go faster for me to fuck them harder. Embarrassing themselves with how horny they are, and then I want to play that on my projector while all their friends watch. I want them to sit next to me so I can slip my hands into their underwear while everyone behind us gasps and talks about what a slut they are and then I wanna put on an even better show for them live. It’ll be like I’m running my own porn theatre right outta my house and you’ll be my muse.

Kirsten Valentine, Boxers, c. 2018 

Oil on canvas, 18 x 18 in

"why is forcemasc humiliating" um because we're all using the new guy like a useless fucktoy after im done transforming him??? he just got a dick but he doesn't get to use it unless I say so???? i need to show this newbie faggot where his prostate is even if he sobs when i hit it???? we need to put this former girl through a porny hazing ritual???? what about this concept is so hard to grasp even by the people into it

i think love is about finding people to be in the kitchen with