Got Horny While Scrolling Through Tumblr And Then Just As I Got Riled Up Enough To Shove My Hand Down

forcemasc x puppification combination is so beautiful to me….repressed trans guy who feels a lot of shame and confusion because T is making him so horny he can’t stop jerking off and watching porn until i remind him that that’s exactly what good boys are supposed to do. no baby it’s not evil or wrong, you’re a growing boy after all, and why would your cock get bigger if it wasn’t so that you could play with it better? you shouldn’t feel bad, puppies need to let off steam after getting so riled up! that’s just being a good boy.

once he starts feeling a bit more confident, patronizing him. you jerked off AGAIN? no don’t be embarrassed baby, there’s nothing wrong with you. you’re just a little puppy who can’t control yourself, aren’t you? you’re such a boy, only thinking with your dick. did you jerk off thinking about me? how many times? good boy! next time instead of rubbing it i want you to fuck your hand. once you get more growth i’ll get you a stroker so you can fuck your own little puppy brains out just like you’re meant to do.

slowly turning the most hesitant trans guys into shamelessly horny & obedient boytoys😵‍💫

When we’re both kinda sex averse but pent up so we have to just beat the shit out of each other to get the energy out

Hiiii can I lazily suck your cock while we watch a movie? Don’t mind how much I’m drooling, just lay down while I bruise my throat with your thick dick plz :3

guys is forcemasc real?

Vintage Homoerotic Photographs from issue 93 of kink and leather magazine Drummer by photographer George Dureau depicting different bodied men

Boys when they’re cozy…. Boys in oversized sweatshirts… Boys with their glasses on instead of contacts in…. Boys when they giggle… Boys when they’re unshaven….

im so not okay holy fuck. im going to be fucking homeless in a month

(Minors dni)

Why are you standing at the back of the venue? Take my hand, you're supposed to fucking mosh at a hardcore punk show dude. I'll pick you up when you fall, don't mind the sting in your thigh or the needle and syringe I slip into my pocket when I help you to your feet again. You didn't see anything in my hand. It was probably somebody's spiked clothing. That's what you get for insisting on wearing feminine shit when you know it isn't a reflection of your true self.

I know the local scene pretty well, so I keep taking you to shows every week with me. You follow me around like a puppy. It's pretty cute, to be honest, watching you jump around like one, really getting into it. My friends joke around and tell me to call off my dog before he bites someone. I laugh and just tell them that puppies are like that.

And when the night ends and you're back at my place, you're grinding on my thigh like you're in heat, whining and clawing at my chest. Aww puppy, your tdick is coming in so nicely, and I bet it's sensitive rutting against me huh? It's so cute hearing your voice break while you whine into my neck, getting a little lower every week. I'm being real indulgent letting you make a mess like this on my thigh, you know. So you better clean it off with your tongue when you're done.

(Minors dni)

Hey. You. Yeah, you. The fuck are you doing wearing that shit? I told you, no more feminine crap. Fucking hell man, you look like a girl. Not like the man I know you are inside. Anyways, c'mon. We gotta fix this mess.

I'm dyeing all your stuff black and while I'm painting new patches for your jacket, I'm forcing you to sit on the ground with your head between my spread legs so you can get a good look at what you'll have one day. Hold still you fucking dog, good boys know how to wait. If you're that desperate to get off, you can use my boot like a mutt. Don't you dare make me mess up the stitching on these patches though, this shit's a pain in the ass to get right.

When I'm done, you'll finally look like what you're supposed to. Buzzed head, black denim, and a jacket with patches screaming all the things that you were too scared to even whisper when you were entertaining that stupid idea about being a girl. Chains hanging from your belt, and steel-toed leather boots good enough for crushing the assholes who get in your way.

I'm taking you to a concert in some cramped grimy basement later. It'll be loud, but your voice cracking from the T I'm putting you on will be louder.