failedxboy

silly little transmasc who wants to be broken into a perfect doll…

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25 • “they/them” • owned by a ftm cuck

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here exploring some new kinks, so my list is ever-evolving! feel free to stick around for the journey or send an ask if you have any questions!

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kinks: petplay, cnc, forced detrans, kidnapping, forced feminization, misogyny, femme dommes, sexism, humiliation, orgasm delay, free use, bimbofication, breath play, intox play, hypnosis, corruption, exhibitionism

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hard limits: piss, scat, permanent marks (cutting, burning, etc.), abdl, ageplay, hucows, raceplay

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in case you’re feeling generous vv

Sir is out for dinner with his friend Dustin, and I’m to wait at home while they discuss my terms of use.

While they’re out, I use my vibrator and imagine what they’re saying about me. Will Dustin want to use me roughly? Will he just watch Sir and I? These details are not for me to know, I’m just an accessory to their play.

When they get home, Dustin sits between Sir and I on the couch, and Sir hands me a drink. No worries if I lose my inhibitions, that will make the night more fun.

We talk and drink, and as I get more comfortable I move closer to Dustin so the three of us are leg-to-leg. He teases me for my blush, but my mind is on being used.

Dustin looks at Sir and begins to joke about how we should serve him together, and I agree. We both convince Sir to leave and get his strap from the bedroom, and when he returns we’re ready for him.

I’m kneeling on the ground with Dustin beside me when Sir returns with his 9” strap. We hungrily eye it, I can feel myself getting wet as Dustin’s cock begins to grow.

“Why do you still have clothes on?” Sir directs his question to me, I should know to be undressed when serving him, Dustin doesn’t have the same set of rules.

I stand and side eye Dustin, I’ve never been nude in front of a partners friend before.

“Well, listen to your Master.” Dustin chimes in, smirking at me. I slowly peel off my clothes one by one until I’m completely exposed in front of the two men.

Kneeling in the ground next to Dustin again, he flicked my nipple and laughed at me. It sunk in that he and Sir were both fully clothed, putting me in my place in our hierarchy. I am beneath them.

Sir steps forward and Dustin and I immediately go to work, I’ve never shared this job with anyone before so it’s a bit awkward at first, but Sir’s moans encourage me to continue.

It’s hard not to touch myself and my hand starts to drift down, Dustin follows suit. Soon we’re both getting ourselves off while sucking Sir.

Afterwards, we sat on the couch together with Sir in the middle. I had my had on his leg and Dustin was rubbing his back, and following Dustin’s lead, I was emboldened to tease Sir. Poking at him and tickling him, he laughed at us together but gave me some firm looks.

When Dustin left, Sir turned towards me. “You were really brave with someone else here, you’re lucky I didn’t punish you in front of him.”

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We’re on the couch watching TV, and I’m rubbing his thigh while his legs are resting on my lap. It’s been a slow day, full of cleaning with a musical backtrack playing from the kitchen.

He’s been a tease for days now, leading me on and telling me I’ll get what I want soon, only to deny me for yet another day.

Rubbing his leg, I think about how I miss the feeling of him inside me, and wonder if I could ever know what he would feel like wrapped around my fingers.

He’s a stone top, and the dominant in our relationship. I don’t touch him, I get touched by him, whenever He wants. I know my desires for his body can never be fulfilled, but I can’t help daydreaming about it.

Subconsciously, my hand begins to travel up his leg. I stroke back and forth, each upstroke coming closer to an area I’ve never had the privilege of contact with, only scraped over with my eyes.

“Careful baby, move your hand before you get in trouble.” His warning struck through my thoughts, an intended reminder of my place only emboldening me further.

“What if I don’t move it?” I grab his inner thigh, giving it a light squeeze.

“What do you think you’re doing?” His tone indicates he isn’t going to tolerate my behaviour, a punishment will come if I continue.

I muster up enough courage to move my hand, grabbing his crotch and attempting to get under his clothes. I can feel his mound through his boxers and shiver at the thought of getting to it.

He reacts faster than I thought possible - in a matter of seconds I’m pinned down, and his hand is hovering over my zipper, poised to attack.

“Wait, I’m sorry, I didn’t mea-” My words are cut off my his hand diving into my pants, his fingers immediately finding their target and pumping in and out.

“You think you’re a big tough guy who can take what he wants, huh? You want to be a big tough man?” I try to push his hand away, but he’s holding me in place. His fingers feel so good, I can’t think straight.

“You think you know what you want, but you’re just a silly little girl. I know how to take control and I know how to use you.”

I’m bending over now, unable to maintain my posture with him using my body. “Please Daddy, I’m sorry” I beg him, but it’s no use.

“Don’t ever, ever, think you have any power in this relationship because I have all of it. You belong to me.” His fingers speed up and I lean into him for support.

“You’re pathetic, leaning into your rapist for more. You really thought you could use someone else? You’re nothing but a toy for others.” Removing his fingers, he orders me to stand and sends me stumbling for the strap-on. I toss it to him and lay on the bed, resigned to my fate.

He crawls on top of me, reaching to the nightstand for something I can’t see. He holds my mouth open and places a gag around my head. “Just in case you regain some energy, we wouldn’t want the neighbours to hear.”

Feeling the tip of his strap at my entrance, I put up a final struggle, but I know deep down I won’t escape. He pushes into me quickly and I feel myself tear up.