Just A Horny Trans Guy

Something about a doctor taking advantage of me is so yummy! It really shouldn't be but the idea of going to the doctor and getting fucked is insane. Especially as someone who actually doesn't really like doctors. I wanna walk all shy and nervous into the room. I'm just crazy to get it over with, he tells me to strip but doesn't leave the room. I'm your doctor sweetheart, it's okay but his eyes glance at me like I'm prey.

I always have a hard time getting on the examination table. Having him press his body against me and manhandle me onto it. Me squeaking at how strong he is also because he was just between my legs. His bulge against my bare cunt and the moment he pulls away in squeezing my thighs closed. Him doing regular check up stuff until he starts groping my tits. Telling me I'm being so good as I try not to squirm. Telling myself that this is all normal doctor things.

Lay back for me, spread your legs, and place them right here. He guides me and I try to cover up as I listen. This isn't that kind of appointment why could he be doing this? But I don't dare to question him since he is a doctor, he knows best. We both tug on my gown and he smiles at me, sweetheart... I need you to let go so I can do my job. He says in a sweet tone but his grip is tight as he yanks the gown away. You look all healthy! But I need a more...hands on approach to make sure. This might feel weird, he says as he starts to play with my clit.

Sir! I try to close my legs but he's strapping them down quickly then going back to what he was doing. I know sweetie but it will be over soon, all girls need to go through this exam. I'm panting and trying to behave. Acting like it's not feeling so good as he mutters some fancy medical terminology to say I'm wet. Him forcing an orgasm out of me as I cover my mouth and tear up embarrassed. Everything seems good outside but I need an internal look and then we are all good! I feel his fingers push into me and whimper. He fingers me for a couple seconds before playing concerned.

Looks like I'll need a deeper feel, he sighs and pulls his fingers out. Quickly undoing his belt and pushing them down enough to free his cock. There will be some discomfort but just for a second, okay sweetheart? Wait...sir I don't think I need this part, I try to reason but he's already pushing in. I gasp and grab the table tightly. I hear him moan softly, just right... As he starts slowly thrusting into me. I can feel how healthy you are! You are such a good girl taking care of your body, he praises. Since this is your first check up like this you'll need a special medicine. Special medicine? I whimper as another orgasm is forced out of me.

There could be some side effects of this medicine, okay? He moans softly and tightens his grip on my hips. Morning sickness, cravings, and more... His thrusts become a little more desperate. Before I can get another word out he's fucking his cum into me. I whimper and lay tired on the exam table as he pulls out. He fixed my gown and makes me sit up to look at him. You did such a good job! One of the best girls for her first appointment here. I expect to see you again in a couple months. He's fixing his pants and walking towards the door. The nurse will be in shortly to help you finish up.

This was inspired by these videos that have been my obsession this weekend.

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researchers standing between my propped-up legs with a sole objective - to assess my viability for an experiment they're planning to run in upcoming days - mid-cycle, not on any form of birth control, orgasm length of 30 seconds minimum, around a minute ideal for the "process" - whatever that may entail - to work

with a snap of latex and a pop of a lubricant bottle cap, an ultrasound probe is pushed deep inside me with no warning, pressed firmly against my cervix

my half-pained half-pleasured whimper is ignored for the sake of obtaining data, as the researchers watch the screen and nod in agreement - fertile window, confirmed

the researcher operating the ultrasound flips a switch on the board and it's like a jolt of electricity runs through my entire body - the ECG monitor is beeping frantically as the rod inside me starts to vibrate directly against my uterus

my heart is about to jump out of my chest when the probe is slowly pulled back and then pushed back in, the angle adjusted ever so sligtly so the vibrating handle rubs against my clit on its way back

all researchers' eyes are fixed on the ultrasound screen, watching my inner walls pulsate with every slow thrust of the probe delivered with clinical precision

Being forcibly held down by multiple people in the back room of a party or something while they start to strip me and grope me, struggling and hoping someone will come help

Then a man stumbles in and I reach for him thinking he’ll save me, but once he realizes what’s going on he starts to palm his quickly hardening cock through his jeans. Watching him watch, not even actively participating, but sitting in front of me so I can see him take his cock out and start to jerk off to my cries for help

Once I’m fully naked and bent over the other people start to take turns fucking me in whatever hole they want, all while the man is moaning and fucking his fist to the sight. He speeds up as more people take their turns, bucking his hips up at the sight of their cum in me. I can see the precum forming on his tip as his breathing gets faster and more erratic

I start to cry and finally his mouth falls open and he thrusts his hips as he cums, cock throbbing and shooting all over his hand and shirt. He rides the high still stroking, loving the sight of me being held down.

you’re on a crowded subway and you feel so cute in your skirt that’s just little too short. you feel something cold touch your thigh from behind and flinch, but it’s too crowded to turn around and look. The cool sensation, maybe it’s metal? It’s dragging up your thigh a little higher now, under the hem of your skirt, and oh right, you’re wearing a thong today. There’s nothing stopping whatever this is from being pushed up against your hole.

You can feel your face turning red, feel the shiver in your stomach, but luckily you don’t see anyone paying attention to you. You start to turn your head, maybe you can at least see what’s happeni— the subway jolts hard as it comes to a stop, and it’s inside you, cold and hard and you know you moaned, but hope it got lost in the noise. You can feel it now, although it’s not that deep. The head of a metal water bottle, you think. You clench around it, almost involuntarily, and you’re definitely leaking now.

Are they doing it on purpose? It’s not moving, even as people exit and enter the train around you. You’re not moving either. You kind of want to. The subway starts up again, and with it, the bottle pushes a little deeper, and a little deeper, with the swaying of the train. It’s starting to stretch your hole as it gets wider, put there are passengers packed in on every side and you can’t move. Deeper, and it’s starting to hurt. How big is the bottle? Are they doing it on purpose?

You feel so full now, and it’s heavy, like it’s filled with water. But it’s moving so slow, and you can’t help but clench and buck your hips back a little, fucking yourself on the bottle. The train picks up some speed and suddenly it’s sliding in and out of you, rubbing against your spot with enough force that you can feel yourself getting close. The train is reaching a station again and fuck, you’re amount to cum in the middle of a crowded subway. It screeches to a stop and this time the water bottle slams deep inside of you, too deep, and you’re cumming, whimpering and spasming on the thick, cold metal. A few glances are thrown your way from passengers, but you’re too hazy from the pleasure to notice anything but the cum dripping down your thighs and the humiliation of what’s happening.

He was starting to think he shouldn’t have come, standing in the back with his back against the wall. All around him men are dancing, grinding and kissing on each other. But they don’t look like him. He’s got a choppy hair cut and a binder that doesn’t quite fit right. He doesn’t fit.

He’s about to leave when somebody leans against the wall next to him. A large man in jeans and no shirt, two clear scars going across his chest.

“What ya doin back here, kid? Don’t you want to dance?”

“I’m…I’m okay here.” He crosses his arms over his chest, a technique to try and hide what’s already wrapped and bonded down. “Why aren’t you out there? You look like you came to dance.”

The man laughs, his belly shaking as he does. He grins down at the boy, raising his drink to his lips.

“I don’t come here to dance with boys.”

He swallows. There’s something about the way he says it that feels more intense than it probably is. It’s just his mind playing tricks on him, making him think this bear of a man is looking at him with hungry eyes.

“Then…then what do you come here for?” He’s not sure why he asked. And the way the man downs his drink on three long gulps has him fidgeting in anticipation. He puts the empty cup down, and pushes off the wall.

“How brave are you feeling tonight, wall flower? You wanna come with me and see how much fun these places can really be?”

He should say no. He doesn’t know this guy. He should reject him politely and-

“Show me.”

The man’s hand basically engulfs his as he leads him through the crowd, squeezing between sweaty bodies and stepping over abandoned alcohol containers. He doesn’t lead him out of the club, just farther back. Straight to the bathrooms. When he opens the door there’s a couple of boys smoking a joint.

“Come to kick us out, Teddy?” A boy with dyed red hair and a large septum laughs out. He’s sitting on the sink, hands wrapped around his ankles.

“Come on, Bear! Take your conquests elsewhere we’re getting high in here!” Another boy whines, this one a brunette with a mullet.

Teddy, as the red head had called him, just grunts and points towards the door.

“Move or I’ll move ya. Damn runts.” He grumbles out, making the boys laugh and stand. They hold their hands up as they usher past, whistling at the younger boy as they pass.

“Use protection!” One of them calls out, howling with laughter.

And then it’s just them.

“So…is that your name? Teddy?” He’s asks slowly, unsure what they’re even doing in the bathroom.

“No. Not even close. Idiots call me bear names. Fuckin twinks, think they’re funny. But we won’t be interrupted in here.” He walks closer, backing him into a stall wall and grabbing his face in one large hand. “You ready for the real fun?” His voice is gruff and low, the complete opposite of his own.

“I’ve never…I mean…not with a stranger in a bathroom. I’m not…I’m just starting my transition so…” he felt self conscious. Like his hips and breasts were on full display even though he was fully clothed.

The bear in-front of him laughs.

“You’re adorable. What’s got you so worked up in all the wrong ways?”

He took on a deep breathe. His heart was beating out of his chest.

“Are you…are you trying fuck me as a boy? I know I don’t look it yet but I am a boy so if…if you’re trying to fuck a girl…”his voice started to break as he throat tightened up. He hated how easily he cried when he was embarassed.

“Oh fuck, kid.” The older man sighed heavily, making him feel even more embarrassed. He fully expected him to walk out, to find a better boy to try with. “You need to breathe, okay? I remember what it was like being you. Walking into gay clubs and feeling like I didn’t belong. Hooking up with people who didn’t see me as a man. But I’m not like them. I walked over to you cause I saw a pretty boy. You think I don’t know what a baby trans looks like? Fuck baby, I wanted to make you cum in this bathroom so you’d keep coming back. There is nothing hotter to me than watching you become the man you’re supposed to be and I can’t do that if you don’t come back here.”

His breath hitches in his throat. For a minute all he can hear is ringing in his ears. He wastes no time throwing himself at the bigger man, standing on his tip toes to wrap his arms around his neck and pull him into a sloppy kiss that’s full of teeth and tongue. His beard scratches against his bare face but he doesn’t mind it, it feels good.

“Need you to fuck me so bad. Show me how a man fucks another man.” He whines against his lips, making the other groan.

Big hands cup his ass, hoisting him against the sink. The man only pulls back to undo his jeans, dropping them down his hairy thighs and exposing his full bush and throbbing t dick. The pink head perks out from behind black curls, glistening and ready. It’s around 3 inches and he’s thinking that’s enough to fuck him with, isn’t it?

Those large hands are pulling at his jeans now, tugging them off his scrawny legs while he shifts and moves against the sink to help get them off. His cunt doesn’t look the same, his pubes more tamed and clit hidden behind his plush folds.

“Spread your legs, get em nice and wide for me.” The older man grunts, shoving his legs open and pressing himself close. He slides his tdick through his slippery folds, dipping it in and out of his hole and making more slick dribble out and down his ass. “God you’re fucking perfect. Look what you’re doing to me.”

Sure enough his own hairy thighs are soaked. One of his legs is hoisted over his arm as he pulls him closer, basically make him lay back on the sink while cunt is used. Their parts slide together, making them both gasp and moan. The bear humps his cunt hard, pressing their little dicks together and making sparkles appear in their vision.

“Fuck…fuck that feels so good please!!” He can’t help it, his hands are white knuckling the sink as he thrusts his hips upwards against the other man’s cunt. They’re sticky and sweet and loud. “Fuck me fuck me fuck meeeeee!!”

“Workin…on it, baby. God your cunt feels so good, so fucking wet for me. Just like a boy should be. Fucking take it, take my cock baby.”

When he cums he squirts, spraying across the other man’s stomach and making a mess all over the floor. Hes a panting heaving mess. And he’s basically jelly, brain completely gone as the other man continues to hump him roughly and chase his own release. The sounds of their wet skin smacking together echoes off the walls and when the other man cums he digs his nails into the boys hips. The bathroom reeks of sex.

They’re both out of breathe. The bigger man holds him like that, still connected by their wet cunts and his legs weakly wrapped around his thick frame while his back is pressed into the sink, faucet digging into his shoulder. His thumbs rubs smoothing circles into his hips now, trying to help his bottom come down from the high.

“That was fucking amazing baby. Absolutely amazing.”

“Yeah…can I know your name now?”

The other man grins, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

His nurse is a nice. A sweet boy who feels his forhead and calls him a brave boy when he has to take blood, who lets him pick what bandaid to use. Who sneaks him an extra juice box and sends him alittle wink.

“Our secret.” It makes his tummy warm.

And his doctor is just as nice too. A man with grey hair and dark eyes, who forces a smile on his tired face. He’s probably seen so much. He sits on the edge of his bed, rubs his legs and takes notes of his vitals.

“Not much improvement today, huh? That’s alright. Just means I get to keep my favorite guy with me yeah?”

His tongue is heavy, too heavy to answer that. His mouth feels dry. His doctor must notice because he’s squeezing his cheeks between one hand and shoving gloved fingers into his mouth. The fingers press down on his teeth, he eyes inside and hums. His fingers squeeze and play with his tongue before pressing farther back into his throat. He used to gag, now he’s too tired and just sits there lax while fingers probe down his throat.

“Good boy. Such a good boy. Really are my favorite patient you know that? The perfect example of patient care.”

He’s not even sure he’s talking to him really. Mostly just saying it for his own benefit. He retracts his fingers and sighs, a soft smile on his face.

“I have to do an examine today.”

Now his face is burning. He hates the exams. The way the doctor sits between his legs, probes at him from the inside. He can feel him in his tummy. Long fingers brush against his softest spots, press and curl on bundles of nerves that make him gasp and pant and squirm. It always makes the doctor laugh, he has to hold his ankle to keep him still.

But that’s not the worst part. The worst part is the wet gush that soaks his bed sheets after. His legs shake and mouth falls open and he’s embarrassed. It’s an exam and he makes a mess, every time. The doctor always soothes him when he starts to cry after, tells him it’s a normal reaction to the exam and he has nothing to be embarrassed about. Perfect patient.

And when he leaves he’ll sit on a freshly made bed, the monitors beeping behind him and the soft plush of a new toy from the gift shop in his hands.

The boy bent so easily. He spread his legs on cue, throwing his head back and laughing freely. He was body glitter and sweat and insatiable need that burned his skin like a radiator. Anything he wanted to try the boy was up for, always so eager and excited to follow an older man’s orders. He was perfect, so so perfect. Until he was too much.

“Come on Daddy, don’t you wanna make me cum again? How do you want me hm? On my knees, my back, face down?” He laughs, eyes alight with fire. “You can get hard again right? We can get you hard.”

The older man sobbed, his wrists chained uselessly above his head while the embodiment of seduction laid on his stomach between his legs, playing with his soft cock and licking at his over sensitive head.

“God I love tasting my cunt on your cock. You came so hard. Can you give me another? I want another. Come on you can do it, one more time.”

He wasn’t sure he could, honestly. He’d already pulled two orgasms out of him, one more than he was usually capable of and now he was pushing for a third.

“Baby…baby boy….i can’t…I can not get hard again. Uncuff me and I’ll eat you out, yeah? Make you cum on my tongue?” He offered, praying to the gods that would satiate the boy.

All he got in return was a pout. A round face propped up on his hands between his legs.

“But I want your cock. Don’t you wanna fuck me? Thought you loved fucking me…” the boy looked genuinely upset, sad eyes looking up to him. “Cmon lemme try, pretty please?”

He was a weak man. A weak, pathetic, easily broken man. Against his better judgment he closed his eyes and placed his head back against the headboard. He let out a shakey sigh and nodded. He could hear the boy squeal, could feel him climbing up his body and positioning himself over his soft cock as he tried to push it back inside himself. And god damn him, he felt it twitch once it was back inside the wet heat.

sluts drink free

asking for a freebie is consent to be used

free drinks come with a little red wristband wrapped around them that goes on your wrist once you've finished the drink

you don't have to get any drunker than you want to be! people who want to fuck the drunkest sluts can just count the wristbands

(the bar makes money by kicking out anyone who isn't drinking every now and then, so non-sluts still have to buy drinks to participate)

anyway people can start groping and fucking you as soon as you've finished your first drink, but if you want more you can just stay at the bar and get fucked from behind while you're ordering and drinking them

no dress code but your clothes are probably gonna be soaked in cum at minimum so you may as well go in your cheapest, tiniest outfit

if you only want to be a little tipsy you can down a couple shots and then go lay yourself out on a table or hang out near the toilets waiting for someone to use you

alternatively if you're determined to pass out on someone's dick and wake up with unknown volumes of cum leaking out all your holes, go right ahead. one of the bar staff loves taking still life photos of unconscious sluts lined up along the bar with bottles plugging up their used holes to save on mopping time

(if a bartender thinks your actual health is in danger but you're still asking for more they'll just jerk off into a cocktail glass and feed you that so you can still get another wristband. you're too drunk to tell the difference so he's probably doing your liver a favour)

take off the wristbands when you're done and someone will call you a taxi (free if you let the cabbie use you on your way home)

Two or three filled condoms later and I'm confident that he's not gonna stealth me, so I ask to get a little more kinky. He's good at shibari so he ties me up tight and puts on another condom. Only after another round of rough sex and another filled condom is he sure that the ties will hold tight no matter how much I try to move.