I'm 22

Before, I'd be stuffing it in progressively smaller chastity cages until finally getting to an inverted cage. Other than passively gaping your urethra with the cage I mostly left it alone and tortured your sagging balls instead.

After, I'm gaping it as much as possible, seeing how many sharpies I can put in there at once, toothpaste, icyhot, wasabi, spike balls.

My favorite idea is that you'll be a piss container. Any time I have to pee I'll pee down your catheter and you'll just have to deal with that until I say you can go. I'll invite friends over and you'll be the centerpiece of the party, kneeling and accepting whatever anyone wants. Everyone will be using your new hole as a urinal, at the end of the night I'll call everyone over, have you in the middle of the circle, and remove your plug. You'll finally be allowed to release the liters of piss you've stored into a bucket, and everyone will piss on you and laugh as you humiliate yourself.

All the piss we saved will be used as your drinking, bathing, and cooking water to mark you as the animal you truly are.

-💥

tie me down in front of your friends without anything to cover my raw open hole. the base of what used to be my cock twitches in humiliation before you press an ice cube against my pisshole and watch me writhe

my new "front hole" has been fucked open with so many humiliating and painful substances that I'd do anything to go back to the cock denial i used to hate so much.

i want you to torture me in front of strangers ♡ screaming as you shove a tube in my urethra and fuck it deeper. fill me with the piss of everyone around until my belly swells and my bladder is overflowing. when i csnt fit any more in my bladder just ride my face and piss down my throat

but being covered like a pisswhore isnt enough for me. yank my sagging balls to make me lift my leg and piss like a dog. make sure i never go a day in my life without reeking like a public bathroom. keep a catheter shoved in my cute little dick stub that means im always dripping down my legs. make me collect it in a bowl and lap it from the floor like a dog. shove my face in it so it goes up my nose. piss over me while you hold me down.

It's important to be consistent when training a new toy and to respond to behaviour straight away, whether to punish or reward. And it's fun to watch them struggle against the way you puppet them both so completely.

Knights from a chaste order, forced into revealing outfits, into showing themselves off to the jeering of your court. The one with their mind intact you let have a 'win' every now and then, allowing them to wrest control of their body back, let them taste sweet freedom for a few moments-- let them run, try and attack, but then your will ensnares theirs again and you know you need to punish them each time they do this, so you force them onto their knees, making them service your many loyal followers in the middle of your hall. You can see the hatred and the anger and the disappointment in themselves at having failed, at having their control and willpower usurped by yours once again.

For extra torture, you use the other knight as a puppet and whisper words of encouragement to the one you're breaking in. This one you completely dominated, locking up everything but their thoughts (and even then, you get to hear them change over time, losing that disgust and fear and sorrow as they succumb to how hopeless their situation truly us) as you have them say that the next time they'll get it, that they're fighting together still, and you put on some little performances with that knight seeming to similarly win a few moments of freedom only to be brought low once more.

At night, you let the mind-intact knight think they have some freedom, and you don't know (even being able to look into their hearts and minds as easily as dissecting any fleshly creature) if they ever would have become as close to each other as they do in your care, but it is amusing to have your puppet shyly seek comfort in the other, escalate slowly until your still-unbroken toy is convinced the puppet is its only source of salvation; hearts are easy things to manipulate when you hold all the pieces.

Flooding the toy's body with lust and letting them work up the courage to beg the puppet for relief, letting the toy curse you and your magic and the 'vile torture' you subject them to, as if you can't feel how truly they enjoy it when they have an incubus cock down their throat or a centaur mounting them as onlookers clap and jeer and add their own cum or spit or milk to the pretty pearlescent veil they already have on their face, or that you can't, through your connection to their body, soul, and mind, feel them throb whenever they see you approach in your own body.

It's interesting, seeing how long it takes to crush their will and resistance over time. Sure, it flares up again and again, but less frequently each time. Sometimes they don't even notice you leave their control in tact or release them while they're too busy humiliating themselves for your pleasure.

It is amusing, too, to have them pledge themselves to your puppet, to promise fruitlessly that both of them would escape, your puppet spurring them on, knowing it will just lead to more and more excuses to punish them and drive them even lower and more desperate than they already are.

You have the puppet seed the idea over time that they've started finding themselves craving the base acts of lust and perversion, have them cry and rut against your toy, getting off together at the fantasies you have spill from its lips, seeing which ignite those traitorous sparks in your toy's libido. It gives your toy the excuse it needs to give in a little more, to admit that they're the same, the human need to match their mates as pressing a drive as any, the fear of being left behind or forgotten a powerful motivator to comply.

The day you sit on your throne, thighs spread as you order your toy to come service you and you leave their control entirely up to them and they don't even hesitate to approach at the languid, hip-rolling pace you normally force their body to adhere to, and drop to their knees and shove their face into your cunt and lap at it with all the vigour and hungry little moans of your most seasoned succubus... you actually cum from their expression alone when you whisper to them that you're surprised they didn't already take the opportunity to try and run again; that sense of surprise, the moment of suspicion, the shame then flooding them as they lift their hand and watch themselves move their fingers by their own power, and the flood of arousal and humiliation they feel when they start sucking at your dripping folds again.

The size of a real cock is kinda set. A guy can’t help if he’s “too big”.

I however, can pick the size of the strap that I fuck you with. It really makes no difference to how it physically feels for me if I fuck you with something smaller.

That’s what makes it so hot. I’m fucking you with a strap thats so big you don’t like it because I want to. I’m fucking you with something that makes you cry because I want to. You’re going to be sore from an experience you didn’t even really enjoy because I wanted to make you sore.

That is, until it gets too big. Too big for him to really move much, certainly too big for him to roll his hips. So, fucking big it might just be longer than he is tall and too big around for him to even wrap his arms around it. Such a prime obelisk of fuck meat and it might as well be useless...

Step one has to be getting you nice and sensitive. I'm thinking a few minutes in a pussy pump to start, long enough to get you nice and puffy, let you feel your heart beat in your cunt.

Then I grab the Dildo, you know the one, the one that never fits comfortably no matter how wet you are, it's just too big. I slowly, but constantly, push that into you. Watching how you tremble and yelp as the stretch goes past "intense" all the way to "agonizing".

I'd let you sit there, full past bursting, for a minute or two. Let your body adjust and accept that the cock isn't going anywhere. Then I grab some skin safe tape, reach down, and pull the skin just above your clit back, taping your hood pulled back so that your pulsing little clit has nowhere to hide.

But I don't do anything to it yet, gotta let the anticipation build. After all, you've still got a whole I've not seen to yet. More tape, spread your cheeks and tape them open, give your asshole nowhere to hide. Then, with a bit of sensitizing lube, I start to gently finger you. It feels more intense thanks how how fucking full your cunt is, but I don't do too much, just a couple fingers.

After a few minutes of this, just enough to get you nice and loose, and i stop. I grab a little plastic tongue depressor. Yeah, those things the doctor uses to look down your throat, turns out they are a pretty perfect size. I line it up over your relaxed and twitching hole, and i bend it back like a plastic ruler. It snaps down with a sharp pain that knocks the air out of your lungs before you can even bother to scream. That happens after when your cunt clamps down like a vice on the dildo.

I do that until i get bored, until the rim of your asshole is a bright and angry red. Then I pull out another dildo, not too much for you normally, but with your cunt as full as it is, and your rim stinging with agony, it feels like i'm sticking my whole arm in you.

Then I finally reach over to your clit, and I edge you. For a while. I get creative with it, using my fingers, vibrators, my tongue, until you are so close that all I can use are makeup brushes. Once you are sensitive enough that a stray breath too close makes your clit jump, we can move on.

I reach for something out of your line of sight, as I whisper in your ear that you are only going to cum, if you can manage to turn the pain of what i'm about to do to you, into pleasure. My hand comes back with a medical glove on, and a small dot of paste. You know what it is, you know that once it's on there is no stopping it, but you don't even consider safewording. I rub it on your clit so very thoroughly, taking care not to make you cum, before i pull my hand back, and watch it start to take hold.

Capsaicin cream on an exposed clit is a hell of a thing. It builds and we both know there is nothing either of us can do to stop it. You start to sweat, your body trying to jerk away from a pain there is no running from. I hold you down, maybe I tie you up for this part, can't have you squirming. Especially once I pull out the violet wand, and let it kiss your clit until your throat goes hoarse from screaming.

Do you think you'd manage to cum?

this was so hot 😭

But like... Dad who wants to get closer with you, so he takes you fishing. You're clearly fucking bored and hate it and think he's kind of pathetic for doing this at all. When he finally reels in a catch it's embarrassingly small and clearly has to get thrown back but before he does that, he just wants to show it to you, but you're glued to your phone.

Frustrated he grabs the device from you and sees that you were looking at fucked up porn, shit with infested horse cocks, bloated, maggot riddled dog balls, and even dad's raping their- oh~

You're blushing and pissed and try to snatch your phone back but instead your dad tosses it in the lake, pushes you further down in the boat and drags the bait bucket closer...

He rips your shorts open and drags a thumb across your already swollen cunt, all that gross shit really does get you off. You're still trying to push off his hand that's holding you down when he dips his free fingers into the live bait, dragging three, long worms out of the pile before pushing them inside you.

You yelp and, embarrassingly, moan. You bite it back, but another escapes your throat, and another as his thick strong fingers pry you open and let more slimy, soft bodied things slide inside. His eyes are as wide as yours are, as if he's shocked and confused, and yet he doesn't stop. Suddenly your cunt is wrapped around his four fingers and a palmful of writhing bodies.

"Do you like it? Do you like spending time with dad? You do right? Right?!" He gets increasingly frantic, almost panicking as his thrusts his whole hand inside you. Practically fisting handfuls of worms as he goes. About half the bucket has to be wriggling around in your cunt now.

"This is what you like, isn't it? Bugs and filth? Dad m-molesting you, you wanted this, r-right?!" The bucket is nearly empty and you're 90% sure the worms slid up through your cervix... or is that your dad's finger? Either way you cum squirting.

Dizzy and brain slightly fried you lay their useless as your dad starts paddling you back to shore. Once the little boat is lodge in the sand your dad picks you up in his arms and you think he's taking you to the cabin, but you hear his feet splashing through the water...

He gets to where he's about waist deep before letting you down into the chilly, murky lake, but it feels nice on your heated skin. Keeping your back braced against his chest he deftly undoes his trousers and whips out his hardening dick; you feel it between your thighs before you see it.

It's huge... has he always had this thing between his legs? He has it snug between your thighs and it's about as big around as your calf. It extends out from your crotch as least 10, no 12, inches... he's still growing?? Before you can really tell he pulls it back and then thrusts into your prepped, slime filled cunt. It goes in easier than it should and the worms he crushes up just make it that much easier. You can feel the still living ones squirm up your tubes and into your ducts just to avoid his massive cock. Lake water splashes inside you and you wanna gag but instead you groan as you cum again.

It isn't clear why he's fucking you like this until he pulls out suddenly and your pussy is left gaping; he has one of your legs hooked over his arm keeping you spread open, the other hand is covering your mouth as he hisses at you to be quiet. A few moments of strange, eerie quiet slink by as the only sound to be heard is the lake water softly lapping at your flesh.

Suddenly something presses against your fucked-out hole.

You yelp behind your father's hand but that stops nothing, in fact he readjusts and hooks his arm around your other leg to spread you wider, the thing forcing its way into you get rougher, edges of its body making you squirm and wail. You bring yourself to look down and see the tail end of a large fish thrashing around in your hole, making you cum so hard you nearly pass out. Your dad readjusts again and stuffs some fingers in you, encouraging the fish deeper until it wiggles into your womb looking for more bait. Your dad gives your pussy a few more violent thrusts of his cock before stopping again, waiting...

Two more fish force their way inside you...

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You get back to the cabin, somehow, despite your gravid, thrashing form. Dad made you stop on the dock first; to pull a fish out of you and make you pose with it for a photo. He's already put it up online with the caption "Got a pretty big one here, eh?"

Once inside he pulled out three or so more to throw on ice and cook up. You groaned at the thought of eating fish when your gut is already so packed with them. He calls you a brat and says fine, he'll eat these himself, but what are you gonna do about the ones still inside? You cum miserably in your seat because the predicament gets you off but truly you have no idea what to do... how could this happen? How could your dad be so hot?

need to fill the bladder of a guy with strong, defined abs. need to watch his bladder bulge out from his belly, distorting his abs, sticking out like a shelf. he should hold at least 2 liters. if he can't, i'll plug him up.

then i'll make him suck in his belly, clench his abs up for as long as i say.

it hurts? aw, it's okay, i'm sure you can take the pain. no, really, you can, and you will.

i'll make him do ab workouts. he'd better do them right, no matter how much his bladder aches and cramps, because he won't be peeing unless he does.

no, your bladder won't explode. you're strong enough to contain it and still work out. come on, just a few more. beg more, it's cute! i still won't let you go until you finish. 50 more situps, i know your abs are more than strong enough for it.

i would get to watch his massive, distended bladder contract, stretch, and pull all i want. i would torture him for a good while, maybe an hour or two, until he's really struggling.

then i would caress his bulge. ask him where his abs went. watch him squirm, make him flex his abs for me, press on that pretty, tight bladder through his belly.

are your abs sore? poor thing. let me give you a massage. it'll feel good. hmm, so big and smooth. you have so much in you, don't you? i think you need to work out more, i can't see your abs. it's just because of your bladder? but i should still be able to see them even if you need to pee, sweetheart. aw, it feels so good to rub my hands over you like this. maybe i should just press....

i could even torture him by forcing him to lay on the floor, with a golf ball under the most sensitive part of his bladder. i would step on his back and press down, to make sure he really leans into it. he would yell and swear, eyes watering from the pain and desperation, and i would just shush him and tell him to be good.

i could put him on his back, place a thick book on his bladder, and press down with my foot. if his abs are so strong and rock hard, there shouldn't be any way for me to press down, right? but of course, his bladder would compress for me, that piss all forced back into him. i would stay there as long as i wanted, letting him feel the pain. he would be so horny too, he would be trying to rut his hips, but his cock can stay painfully hard just like his bladder.