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He's not a soldier anymore
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I am a better writer than the robot but I'm impatient when I'm horny
Biker Slut AKA I have been using the robot for evil again
Gabriel stood in the center of the dimly lit clubhouse, his heart pounding in his chest as he took in the unexpected turn his initiation into the outlaw motorcycle club had taken. He had come here seeking a wild, uninhibited life on the fringes of society, but instead of being initiated as a regular member, the club had decided he was better suited as the club president's old lady.
Lucas, his ex-boyfriend who he had dumped when he dropped out of college, now stood before him as the hardened president of the Iron Wolves. Lucas's eyes raked over Gabriel's body, a mix of hunger and nostalgia flickering in his gaze. "You always were too pretty for your own good," Lucas murmured, stepping closer. "But I never realized just how perfect you'd look as my old lady."
Gabriel's cheeks burned with humiliation as a hairdresser was called in, armed with bleach and styling tools. His long, dark hair was soon a shocking platinum blonde, styled into a vintage starlet's coiffure complete with curls and waves that framed his face. The hairdresser stepped back, admiring her handiwork. "Stunning," she purred, her eyes glinting with approval. "He's going to be the talk of every biker rally."
Next, the club members took turns teaching Gabriel how to paint his face, emphasizing his delicate features with bold, dramatic makeup. They lined his eyes with kohl, painted his lips a deep, seductive red, and highlighted his cheekbones with shimmering powder. With each brushstroke, Gabriel felt more and more exposed, his beauty on full display for all to see.
But the real humiliation came when they dressed him in stiletto heels, the tall shoes making his legs look even longer and more alluring. A lacy, barely-there lingerie set was next, the delicate fabric clinging to his body in all the right places. The lingerie left little to the imagination, emphasizing the curves of his chest and the flat planes of his stomach. Gabriel's face flushed as he caught sight of himself in the mirror, looking every bit the part of a biker's old lady—except for the telltale signs that he was undeniably, unmistakably a man.
Lucas stepped forward, his eyes darkening with desire as he took in the sight of his former lover transformed into a vision of beauty and temptation. "You're going to be the envy of every biker in the state," he growled, his voice low and possessive. "My pretty little piece of ass, all dolled up just for me."
Gabriel's heart raced, a mix of shame and unwanted arousal flooding through him. He had never intended to be a trophy, a plaything for Lucas's amusement. But as he stood there, dressed up like a living doll, he couldn't deny the thrill that shot through him at the hunger in Lucas's eyes.
The other club members gathered around, their whistles and catcalls filling the air. "Damn, Prez, you hit the jackpot with this one," one of them called out, his eyes roaming over Gabriel's barely-covered body. "Can't wait to see him on the back of your bike."
Gabriel's stomach churned at the thought of being paraded around like a piece of meat, but he couldn't ignore the way his body responded to the attention. The lingerie felt sinful against his skin, the heels making him feel powerful and alluring in a way he never had before.
Lucas wrapped an arm around Gabriel's waist, pulling him close. "He's mine," he declared, his voice leaving no room for argument. "And I'm going to make damn sure everyone knows it."
The night air was thick with anticipation as Lucas and Gabriel rode into the territory of the rival gang, the Iron Wolves' engines roaring in unison. The rival gang, known as the Black Serpents, had gathered in a large, abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town. The space was dimly lit, the air heavy with the scent of gasoline and sweat.
As they entered, Gabriel's heart pounded in his chest, his breath coming in shallow gasps. He could feel the eyes of the Black Serpents on him, their gazes raking over his transformed appearance with a mix of curiosity and disdain. He had once been a part of this gang, but a falling out with his best friend, Jax, had led him to seek refuge with the Iron Wolves.
Jax stood at the front of the crowd, his eyes widening in shock as he took in the sight of Gabriel. His once wild, untamed friend was now a vision of delicate beauty, his platinum blonde hair styled like a vintage starlet, his face painted with bold, dramatic makeup, and his body clad in stiletto heels and barely-there lingerie.
"Gabriel?" Jax's voice was a mix of horror and disbelief. "What the hell happened to you?"
Gabriel's cheeks burned with humiliation, his eyes darting to the ground as he tried to avoid Jax's gaze. He could feel the weight of the room pressing in on him, the eyes of the Black Serpents hungry and predatory.
Lucas stepped forward, his arm still wrapped around Gabriel's waist, pulling him close. "This is my old lady," he declared, his voice carrying across the room. "And I thought you all should see what I've got."
A murmur of surprise rippled through the crowd, the Black Serpents exchanging glances as they took in the sight of Gabriel. Jax's eyes darkened with a mix of horror and lust, his fists clenching at his sides as he struggled to process what he was seeing.
"You turned him into a fucking doll," Jax growled, his voice low and dangerous. "A submissive, effeminate thing."
Lucas chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down Gabriel's spine. "He's perfect," he purred, his lips brushing against Gabriel's ear. "And he's all mine."
Gabriel's heart raced, a mix of shame and arousal flooding through him. He had never imagined he would be displayed like this, his former friends and enemies alike staring at him with a mix of disgust and desire. But as Lucas's hand slid down his back, his fingers tracing the curve of his spine, Gabriel couldn't deny the thrill that shot through him.
Jax's eyes burned with a fierce intensity, his gaze locked on Gabriel's exposed body. "You always were too pretty for your own good," he murmured, his voice a low, dangerous growl. "But I never thought you'd let yourself be turned into this."
Gabriel's breath caught in his throat, his body trembling with a mix of fear and excitement. He had always been sensitive about his beauty, feeling like it set him apart in a world that valued toughness and grit. But now, under Lucas's watchful gaze, he felt a perverse sense of empowerment.
Lucas's hand tightened on Gabriel's waist, pulling him even closer. "He's mine," Lucas repeated, his voice a low, possessive rumble. "And I'm going to make damn sure everyone knows it."
The tension in the room was palpable, the Black Serpents watching with a mix of curiosity and disdain as Lucas and Gabriel stood before them, a vision of raw power and seductive beauty.
these people making "force"masc posts are so stupid. if you're going to do this stupid shit at least hand the kink to ME. I'll make it about something interesting like being forced to carve off everything you were told makes you desirable and gives you worth and not being allowed to leave the basement until you're bitter and agressive and owning being both an undesirable man and an undesirable woman. Instead of just being about poorly trying to one-up trans women without being too ~problematic~
I just want to turn a softboy into a ripped violent petty criminal who will then brutalize me… I think for me the fantasy of force masc (which is something I like topping but not bottoming for) is about like engaging with the eroticism of enforcing the violent, domineering, problematic aspects of manhood, and like also… to strip away any pretense of “I’m a sweet harmless nice boy uWu” and leave something ravening and bestial.
Like I want what is hypersexualized in manhood (at least by gay men) like myself
Ideally this would be followed up by my creation force femming me in the nastiest way possible, but like... not into a woman, just force me to be the obvious queen I already am in real life but like to pretend I don't want to be
unsure how close this is to the platonic ideal of forcemasc but it's definitely an improvement over everyone else. B+ grade
Oh, I stole all my ideas from Jean Genet and Tennessee Williams so like I probably don't deserve credit
That said I really need to write actual content for this kink because I just want to be hoist-on-my-own-rough-trade-petard
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these people making "force"masc posts are so stupid. if you're going to do this stupid shit at least hand the kink to ME. I'll make it about something interesting like being forced to carve off everything you were told makes you desirable and gives you worth and not being allowed to leave the basement until you're bitter and agressive and owning being both an undesirable man and an undesirable woman. Instead of just being about poorly trying to one-up trans women without being too ~problematic~
I just want to turn a softboy into a ripped violent petty criminal who will then brutalize me… I think for me the fantasy of force masc (which is something I like topping but not bottoming for) is about like engaging with the eroticism of enforcing the violent, domineering, problematic aspects of manhood, and like also… to strip away any pretense of “I’m a sweet harmless nice boy uWu” and leave something ravening and bestial.
Like I want what is hypersexualized in manhood (at least by gay men) like myself
Ideally this would be followed up by my creation force femming me in the nastiest way possible, but like... not into a woman, just force me to be the obvious queen I already am in real life but like to pretend I don't want to be
unsure how close this is to the platonic ideal of forcemasc but it's definitely an improvement over everyone else. B+ grade
Oh, I stole all my ideas from Jean Genet and Tennessee Williams so like I probably don't deserve credit

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these people making "force"masc posts are so stupid. if you're going to do this stupid shit at least hand the kink to ME. I'll make it about something interesting like being forced to carve off everything you were told makes you desirable and gives you worth and not being allowed to leave the basement until you're bitter and agressive and owning being both an undesirable man and an undesirable woman. Instead of just being about poorly trying to one-up trans women without being too ~problematic~
I just want to turn a softboy into a ripped violent petty criminal who will then brutalize me… I think for me the fantasy of force masc (which is something I like topping but not bottoming for) is about like engaging with the eroticism of enforcing the violent, domineering, problematic aspects of manhood, and like also… to strip away any pretense of “I’m a sweet harmless nice boy uWu” and leave something ravening and bestial.
Like I want what is hypersexualized in manhood (at least by gay men) like myself
Ideally this would be followed up by my creation force femming me in the nastiest way possible, but like... not into a woman, just force me to be the obvious queen I already am in real life but like to pretend I don't want to be
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these people making "force"masc posts are so stupid. if you're going to do this stupid shit at least hand the kink to ME. I'll make it about something interesting like being forced to carve off everything you were told makes you desirable and gives you worth and not being allowed to leave the basement until you're bitter and agressive and owning being both an undesirable man and an undesirable woman. Instead of just being about poorly trying to one-up trans women without being too ~problematic~
I just want to turn a softboy into a ripped violent petty criminal who will then brutalize me… I think for me the fantasy of force masc (which is something I like topping but not bottoming for) is about like engaging with the eroticism of enforcing the violent, domineering, problematic aspects of manhood, and like also… to strip away any pretense of “I’m a sweet harmless nice boy uWu” and leave something ravening and bestial.
Like I want what is hypersexualized in manhood (at least by gay men like myself)
Marc Demitroff in Athletic Model Guild’s Sailor and the Head (1966) dir. Bob Mizer

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Fireworks (1947) dir. Kenneth Anger