AnObjectToBeBroken

And then, when l ask you if you'd like to cum, I'll make you beg oh so sweetly to finally just tell you that no, you don't want to cum. Did my stupid slut forget? Aw, such a dumb toy, better be glad you have me to remind you! Now, you'll have to beg properly, beg for the right thing, beg me to not make you cum. Tell me there's nothing you'd want less. That a thing like you doesn't need orgasms. That you're only there to give me pleasure and there's no reason why you should cum.

Voices start coming from the headset, telling me how hard it is to think for myself, how master should think for me. How I’m just too dumb of a boy to do anything. That I’ll be such a good boy if I let myself get dumber. That good boys are dumb, and I want to be a good boy, don’t I? Images and words start flashing in front of the spiral, affirming what the voices are telling me.

‘I need…to resist, but everything is so overwhelming… it feels so…good… It is getting harder for me to think… maybe… the voices are… right…’

The voices start getting more aroused, moaning as they tell me that good boys spread their legs for Master. That Master needs to fuck the rest of my thoughts away, it’s useless to have them anyway. That I need to be empty if I want to be a good boy.

‘I…I want to be a good boy… I want…I…need…’ I feel my legs spread open, his cock instantly thrusts into my needy cunt. The voices telling me how good I am for obeying. How I need this, that this is my purpose. That when I cum, my mind is going to break, my mind is going to leak all out of me, leaving nothing left but a dumb boy who needs Master to think for him.

I moan at the thought, letting myself go to the pleasure as Master starts to pin me down. His cock pounding into me faster and harder, the vibrator now on its highest setting. ‘So good…so…good…I’m…a…dumb…boy…need…to…c-cum…cum…my…m-mind…a-away…’ my brain shutting off as I feel my orgasm rip through me, whimpering and wining as his cock milks every last drop out of me.

Then I'd turn on the fuck machine. Thrusting mindlessly into you, hard, deep, unrelenting. At first you'll probably simply enjoy it. But when it gets faster, after one, or two, or more orgasms, coaxed out by me while the machine rails you... you'll understand that I don't intend on turning it off. Not until your precious little brain is completely empty. No matter how long it takes.

Slowly, deliberately forcing my dick into your exposed hole, pushing it in nice and slow so I don't wake you too quickly, thrusting back and forth as covertly as possible, gently violating your sleepy, relaxed body enjoying every second of your passivity. Your hole is fucking amazing. It feels so fucking good especially when you can't even fight back.

Clasping a hand around your mouth and harshly fucking you, rapidly pumping inside you while I pin you down beneath me, giving up on any pretense of keeping you asleep and just forcing myself on you. You just feel too fucking good for me to control myself and hold back any longer. Breeding you while you groggily struggle against me, thrashing beneath me as I put my weight on you and pound in and out of you, your pathetic, sleepy moans and futile resistance only making me fuck you harder.