Juicebox Boyfriend

Testosterone is a miracle drug that can turn you into a muscular, hairy, ravenously horny werewolf while growing you a literal dick, but cis (and some trans, but mostly cis) artists still insist on trotting out the tired old "prepubescent omegas with dripping boicunts begging to be bred" trope. Quit being lazy and mix that shit up.

If you loved me you’d send me a video of you fucking your hand really sloppy and moaning like a bitch but you won’t because you hate me

my victim's "I freely consented to all of this!" t-shirt has people asking a lot of questions already answered by the shirt that it can't answer because of the gag.

There is something really good about collapsing into sobbing and pleading until you realize there's nothing you can do to stop it, so your captor doesn't even need to beat you into submission anymore. You just lie there gasping and weeping in their arms as they comfort you, weak and fading. The "please no no no" becomes broken silence, gazing up at them, maybe clutching at their arm for a scrap of comfort as it happens.

This is normally like a snuff thing but it should be applied to many more settings. It's a delicious flavor of forced orgasm, leaving time between accepting you can't fight it anymore and it actually slamming into you. That endless moment of agonizing dread, suspended in despair and anticipation, cringing in pain and disgust. You'd almost prefer to just cum and it to be over with but even that mercy you're denied. You must wait to suffer.

Obviously there's also forced intox. There's nothing like realizing you're coming up and helpless to do a damn thing about it. You can panic, scream, sob, bite and scratch, tell them how much you hate them, but it's inevitable. You'll be weak on the ground soon, too dizzy to fight, too confused to argue. This is where brain breaking can come in! They can mind fuck you and turn you into something else inside, and all you can do is watch ❤️