mtf boy on the edge

She withholds his estrogen and teases him when his facial hair starts growing. He responds by pinning her down and forcing her to feel all of his developing muscles before dicking her so hard she sees stars. She laughs at him and says he can't call himself a girl anymore while he says that she can't be a lesbian after cumming that hard while fucking a man.

I don’t want to skip my estrogen.

“Mhm…now try saying the opposite. You don’t have to, just try.”

I…want to skip my estrogen.

“Again, slower.”

I want to skip my estrogen.

“Go on. Why do you want to?”

Because…I want to skip my estrogen because…of you?

“What if I told you I’d ride you? I’d put your cock inside me and ride you until I was satisfied, but only if you promise to be a boy for tonight. No estrogen, no progesterone, no she/her and pretending to be a bottom when I know what you want to do to me. How does that sound?”

When he nodded, I tried my best to restrain my smile. From the second he agreed to my wording, I knew he wasn’t getting to cum. Not inside me, not anywhere. It was going to be much easier to play boy for him with all that pent up frustration and need, making his cock hard until he pinned me down and fucked me like a man.

When I stopped riding him, he flew into a rage, trying to flip me over, trying to force his cock back into me. Sometimes it even worked, and he would accidentally edge himself in me for a few thrusts before I got it out.

Fuck you, you piece of shit, you fucking bitch, I hate you. Give it to me I need it, you piece of shit. His eyes burned with anger and he arched up against my grip. The years of estrogen made him weak, meant that I had no problem holding him down under me, cock throbbing and unable to get any stimulation.

“You need it? Calling me a bitch, a cunt, acting entitled. Missed one dose of e and you’re already back to basics. Just another misogynistic male.”

I’m taking my e, he said. You cheated me.

Source - Mystikfoxdraws

lemme kiss it dude, youre so hot, its ok, im super gay about this

how strong are you, can we wrestle? i bet i can pin you, itll be fun, loser gets to be pressed into the pillows and played with

you are a boy and that is all you will remain until the end of time.

you can claim to be a girl all you want, but your male cock, testicles and prostate will always tell the truth.

you'll accept your true self soon enough, silly confused boy, once i'm done jerking your aching cock off.

despite claiming you don't want it, you will get hard instantly, enjoy my firm yet gentle grip as it pumps your oiled-up manhood up & down and spill your masculine semen into my hand.

in fact, you're probably hard right now. you're enjoying this, aren't you, you little brat? god, you're such a perverted boy.

once you have achieved your male orgasm, i'll rub your own semen all over your boyful body, forever marking you as the man that you will always be. you will lay there shaking and whimpering like a pathetic boy, covered in your own manly sperm, secretly having enjoyed every second and longing to feel my touch again.

if you haven't learned your lesson, we'll go for round two. we'll go for as many rounds necessary until your perverted self leaves womanhood alone and embraces his true male nature.

and if you dare protest, i'll punch your fucking teeth in, faggot. i'll waterboard you & beat the the shit out of you until you're bruised and bleeding.

however, once you start crying like the sensitive boy that you are, i will simply stop, gently wipe your tears from your face & press my clean lips against you bruised, bloody lips. but you have to behave first. only then will i kiss you, my pathetic prince.

you're MINE.

you belong to me, boy. i am the only one in the world who could ever love a boy as pathetic and disgusting as you. never forget that.

you are a faggot. but you're *MY* faggot.

and if you behave yourself, i might just show you an ounce of love and affection. i might just pat you on your silly head.

are you ready to obey? you are? that's the spirit.

good boy.

i love you.

Where's the guy who will let me give him head and bend over for him while he slowly tears everything ive built towards with my identity down?

i'd like to think so. the image of some dishevelled guy sitting in a sweaty room that absolutely reeks, unable to pull his eyes away from the screen as he hits the controller furiously, barely eating or drinking or using the restroom, guzzling chips and energy drinks...

no, that couldn't be me. even so, isn't that a hot image? all sweaty in loungewear, reeking of male musk and monster energy, always half-hard from the excitement of the shooter game... probably jerking off on his leather chair as he bellows himself hoarse over a microphone. i wouldn't mind being a gamer boy if that could be me.