subby wubby

So, I've met a few masochists of this type now that are normally such fighters, and I think that's part of it. The type to argue and push back at every point. To try to take ground and win positional advantage even before the scene starts. Not exactly brats per se, it's usually a compulsory thing. An instinct that hasn't been tamed. Usually the point of the pain is to push past it.

Some of them struggle to even express their interests in kink. They'll nervously walk into my room later in the day after the activities end to show me something I wrote and try to let the implications be enough. While others will tell me that they need to be fought and lose to be dommed. They'll state it as a challenge, or as a cost. This thing that has to happen first. Pain is 'sometimes enough' they say.

But, what really interests me with this category is how they respond to pain.

Are you familiar with the fawn response? Fight/flight/freeze/fawn. Fawn responses are characterized by cowering, by attempts to placate, by sudden shifts to submission, by throwing yourself onto the pyre before the aggressor can.

I think this type of masochistic response is best understood as a kind of fawn response. It's like a switch flips in them. They'll go from aggressive to begging and moaning in a heartbeat. From fighting back to eyes and mouth open staring eyes wide at you. Blank smiles and asking for more. Thoughts flushed from mind, just focused on riding the high of the pain. It's almost magical to watch.

Then, anywhere from a few seconds to a minute later, they'll be back to fighting, back to resisting. My impulse is always to find a rhythm. See how to best keep them in the state, or how best to have fun pushing and pulling them into and out of it. Usually it has to be pain from me. Sometimes pain in a specific place. Sometimes a specific type of pain. But once I get the first hit in it's unlikely I'm going to stop anytime soon.

I really appreciate the way you describe this because it's genuinely been difficult to incorperate into play in more traditional kink scenes AND the absence of a (sub)culturally-understood framework around it means it can sometimes be a hassle to articulate my desires. But when I get to play with someone who understands and enjoys my struggle instinct? It can be really magical.

(content warnings: rape, misgendering, forced breeding; if these aren't your kinks steer clear)

Roth panted, the edge of his axe blade pressed against his opponent's neck as he lay prone on the ground. The towering orc grinned: the knight who had given him so much trouble over the course of this war, who had fought him to a standstill in battle after battle, finally lying at his feet. His bulging muscles burned from exertion, his thick green arms stung where the human's sword had sliced through his leather armor, but he was victorious.

Ignoring the victory cries of his fellow orcs and the wails of the defeated human legions echoing around the bloodied field, Roth crouched next to the knight.

"You fight well," he told him in the common tongue, ignoring the rage on the human's face. "Submit. I take you as war-slave; in year and day, we fight again. Win, you free."

"I'll never serve a beast like you," the human spat, falling silent when Roth increased the pressure of the axe at his throat just enough to draw a drop of blood.

Roth narrowed his eyes, baring his fangs and tusks at the knight as he snarled right in the human's face. The puny knight had lost!

"If you won't serve, you will feed," he growled, relishing the fear he could see in the human's suddenly wide gray eyes as he watched Roth slowly lick his fangs. He inhaled slowly as he tightened his grip on his axe, readying himself to swing it forward–

And paused, nostrils flaring as he looked down at the knight.

"Your smell…" he grunted in confusion, leaning closer as he sniffed the human again, ignoring the knight's pathetic attempts to escape- the human was cunning and quick, but without a weapon the knight was no match for orcish strength. 

Roth concentrated; the human stank of fear-sweat, yes, and blood, and iron, but beneath that…

Roth rocked back on his heels, feeling his cock begin to swell from the semi that a good battle always left him with.

"Fertile."

The human's face went pale and her scent went rank with terror. Roth grabbed her arms in one big hand and pinned them above her head, laying his axe down out of her reach. 

"Thought human females didn't fight," he said. The human sows he'd fucked had been soft, fragile things, left behind in their strange stone huts while their mates died on Roth's axe. Weak and scrawny compared to orc dames, though their tight holes never failed to delight his cock. "Thought their sows too weak."

The knight glared up at him. "I'm not a- a female, or a sow! I'm a man!"

Roth ignored her, tearing at the leather straps that held the human's thick metal armor until he was able to pull the pieces off the human. She looked even smaller beneath him without it giving her the illusion of bulk, clad only in linen trousers and cloth bandages wrapped tight around her chest.

The trousers did nothing to hide her wide birthing hips, and he growled low in approval as he ripped them off; she'd be grateful for them when his child was born. Without the trousers there was no hiding her pussy, and Roth ignored how she wiggled and spat curses at him as he confirmed her as a female.

Still though, those bandages… she hadn't fought like she was wounded, but Roth didn't want to break her during the breeding if she was already injured.

Roth sniffed the bandages curiously, trying to figure out what was wrong. They didn't smell of blood or pus, and the knight didn't act like it hurt to move…

"Wait, don't-"

He ripped the bandages away, and groaned appreciatively at the sight of her delightfully fat tits bouncing outward, more suited to an orc dame twice her weight and nursing a babe. He crouched atop her, using his greater weight to easily keep her pinned beneath him as he groped her tits, amazed at the sheer size of them. Her nipples were nearly as big as his thumb, and she made a squeaky, wavering noise when he pinched them. 

"You're in season," he growled; he could smell her growing arousal, her body reacting to the handling of a male the same as all the other females did. "Good bitch."

His hands sank easily into her mountains of titflesh, and briefly, Roth wondered how good it would feel to fuck them. He pushed the thought from his head. There would be plenty of time for that on the journey back to his clan's homeland with her and the rest of his spoils of war. It was only right that he bred his new sow here, on the same battlefield he'd bested her.

His cock was fully hard, aching with need, and he shoved his loincloth impatiently out of the way as he straddled her. It slapped proudly against her belly, and if possible the human went even paler at the illustration of just how deep in her it was going to go.

"Stop! I'll do anything. I'll submit, I'll serve, just don't-"

Roth slammed inside her wet pussy with a snarl of pleasure. He'd never fucked a sow this tight before, as if she'd never taken cock at all until his massive orc dick forced its way into her cunt. It squeezed like a fist, massaging each inch of his shaft as her body's attempts to keep him out just made it better for him.

"Fuck," he grunted, his muscles straining to force inch after inch of cock into a pussy much too small for it. 

The human's legs were spread wide to try and ease the strain, and Roth nearly purred at the sight- her pussy lips spread wide around his fat orc cock, his dick nearly as thick as one of her thighs. There was a bulge visible on her stomach where his cock was, and half his shaft was still outside her.

"Good little sow," he grunted, moving her so he had an easier time plowing into her, slowly working the rest of his cock into her inch by relentless inch. When at last his hips slammed down and his balls met her ass, her rumbled a deep, pleased noise in the back of his throat– it'd been far too long since he'd fucked a sow the way he needed to, almost a full week. 

He groaned, pausing for a moment to simply enjoy the raw sensations of fucking his new bitch. Her arms pushing helplessly against his much thicker, more muscled ones. Her soft tits pressed against his broad, hairy chest, jiggling as though just begging to be groped. His heavy sack slapping loudly against the human's plump ass whenever he thrust into her, a perfectly designed cushion for his balls… whoops. 

Without realizing it he'd started fucking her again, unable to help himself. She was just so tight and soft, taking his oversized dick so fucking well.

Roth squeezed her breasts as he resumed fucking her, rewarded with a weak shudder and her pussy clenching even tighter. He felt his knot begin to swell, each thrust into her taking more and more effort as his base grew fatter and fatter. 

"Wh-what's happening?" The human gasped, each word sounding like it was punched out of her.

"Knot," Roth grunted, forcing it back inside and ignoring her squeal.

He slammed against her, thrusts reduced to short, deep rocking inside her cunt as his knot swelled to the size of his fist, ignoring her whimpers. She was so fucking tight, squeezing him like she never wanted to let him go, like her pussy was made to take fat orc cocks. His balls ached where they rested against her ass, stuff full with his potent seed.

"Will be good momma," he grunted, and the female seemed to jolt, squirming and struggling again as though she had a chance of escaping when he'd already forced his knot inside and his tip was punching against her fertile womb. "So many babies."

"No, please," she begged weakly. "I'm a man, I don't want to be a mother-"

Her words devolved into high, feminine wails as Roth groped her tits, pussy squeezing like a vise around his dick as she came. Roth roared out his pleasure, finally reaching his own peak, heavy cock throbbing as he pumped spurt after spurt of potent cum into her pussy, filling her womb. For almost a minute he simply enjoyed filling her, his bitch finally gone glassy-eyed and docile on his cock the way all his cocksleeves did.

When he was finally done and his knot shrunk enough, he yanked his softening cock free and let it slap against her stomach again, admiring the waterfall of thick cum that her pussy was left as and the slight roundness of her belly from how much he'd fucked into her. 

Sniffing her, he knew it'd soon get rounder: already her scent had changed from fertile to bred, and he let out a low growl of satisfaction. These children, unlike the many whelps he'd fucked into humans as he followed the warband across the human lands, would be raised in the ways of the clan. Their mother would be his war-slave– she'd polish his weapons, sweep his hearth, and teach his children the ways of human war. With their father's strength and mother's ferocity, their children would be mighty warriors indeed.

He picked up his axe and slung his bitch over his broad shoulder without issue, her weight nothing to him. She was still llimp and unresisting, momentarily fucked to tameness. He'd have to get her a collar to mark her station, a nice black leather one with bear fangs to show her status as a warrior. When she dueled him for her freedom in a year and a day, maybe she'd best him and remove it… Though the latest litter of children filling her belly might make it difficult for her to match him, his spent cock beginning to swell again at the thought. 

Roth growled, low and pleased in the back of his throat as he carried her back to the war camp, surrounded by the cheers and roars of his celebrating brethren, all drinking and feasting or else enjoying their own bedmates. He'd take his bitch again in his tent, just to make sure his seed took, and then? 

the buildup is part of it. watching them drink water. knowing what’s coming. seeing them get more and more full. fidgeting. crossing their legs. that desperate look when they ask if they can use the bathroom and i say no. not yet.

that moment when i finally have them on the bed. legs spread. already shaking. and i slide inside them for the first time. watching their whole body tense. their mouth falling open. that sharp intake of breath. not just from the stretch. not just from being filled. but from the pressure. from feeling the strap or my fingers pressing right against their full bladder.

their eyes going wide. that desperate little whimper escaping before they can stop it. hands immediately gripping the sheets. or my arms. or anything they can hold onto. trying to ground themselves. trying to adjust to everything they’re feeling at once.

i love how they’re already squirming before i even start moving. already struggling. hips shifting. trying to find a position that’s less intense. but there isn’t one. trying to adjust to the fullness. to the pressure. trying to remember how to breathe. how to hold it. how to do both at the same time.

and then i start fucking them. slow at first. just gentle thrusts. watching. learning how much they can take. watching their face for every reaction. the way their eyebrows furrow. the way they bite their lip. every time they clench around me. every time they gasp. knowing they’re fighting their own body. fighting the urge to let go.

the way they try so hard to stay still. to not move too much. because moving makes it worse. makes the pressure more intense. makes it harder to hold. but they can’t help it. their body betrays them. their hips move anyway. rolling slightly. chasing the pleasure even though it makes holding harder. even though every movement makes them more desperate.

i love reaching down and touching their clit. or rubbing where they’re most sensitive. watching them immediately tense. whole body going rigid. “no, please, i can’t if you touch there…” voice strained. desperate. but i do it anyway. slow circles. steady pressure. because i want to see them struggle. want to watch them try to hold both the orgasm and their bladder. watching their face contort. trying to decide which need is more urgent.

that first leak. fuck. that’s my favorite part. watching their face go from intense concentration to shock. eyes going wide. mouth opening. realizing what just happened. then embarrassment flooding in. face going red. “i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i couldn’t…” and i just keep going. keep fucking them. keep touching them. “it’s okay, baby. let it happen.”

because that’s when they really start to lose it. when they realize they can’t hold it anymore. when their body just takes over. and they leak more. little spurts with each thrust. and they’re so embarrassed but so turned on and they can’t stop either one. can’t stop the leaking. can’t stop grinding against me. can’t stop moaning.

pressing down on their lower stomach while i’m inside them. right where i know they’re fullest. feeling them tense immediately. hearing that desperate cry. watching their face crumple. watching more leak out. watching the wet spot grow. completely helpless. their body doing what it wants despite how hard they’re trying to control it.

“you can’t hold it, can you? poor thing. feels too good. too much pressure.” watching them shake their head frantically. tears forming in their eyes. overwhelmed by all of it. “i’m trying so hard…” voice breaking. “i know you are, baby. but you’re going to let go for me anyway.”

fucking them harder now. purposefully. deliberately. making it impossible to hold. each thrust pushing against their bladder. each movement forcing more out. watching them completely lose control. leaking continuously now. not just spurts anymore. steady. making such a mess. sheets getting soaked. too far gone to care anymore. just needing.

and the sounds they make. those desperate whimpers. those embarrassed moans. the wet sounds of me fucking them mixed with the sound of them leaking. the way they say “i can’t stop” over and over like they need me to know. like they need permission to lose control. like they need me to tell them it’s okay.

the way everything is more intense for them. every thrust hits different. deeper. harder. because of the pressure. every touch overwhelming. their clit so sensitive. their whole body more sensitive because of the fullness. because they’re right on that edge of too much. because every nerve is on fire.

watching their thighs shake. their stomach muscles tense and release. the way they arch their back. the way they can’t keep their eyes open. can’t focus on anything except the sensation. the pressure. the pleasure. the humiliation. all of it mixing together.

watching them get close to cumming while they’re still leaking. still losing control. their moans getting higher. more desperate. body tensing in that specific way. “please, please can i cum now?” and making them wait. making them hold that a little longer. fucking them through it. touching them. pressing on their stomach. watching them struggle with one more thing. watching them try to hold their orgasm while their bladder has already given up.

and then finally. “cum for me, baby. let go of everything.” watching them give in so easily cumming while they’re still leaking. while they’re still making a mess. orgasm and relief hitting at the same time. their whole body convulsing. shaking. moaning so loudly. completely overstimulating them. more intense than it would be normally because of everything else. because they’re so full. so desperate.

working them through it. not stopping. letting them feel every second. watching them ride it out. watching the mess get bigger. watching them completely lose themselves in it.

the way they look after. hair messy. face flushed. tears on their cheeks. embarrassed. vulnerable. immediately trying to hide. to curl up. to cover the mess. and me pulling them close. “hey, you’re okay. you did so well, baby.”

needing to be held. needing to be told they did well. that they were good. that the mess doesn’t matter. that i wanted this. that i loved watching them lose control like that. stroking their hair. their back. grounding them. bringing them back.

that trust. letting me push them there. letting me make them lose control. knowing i’ll take care of them after. knowing i wanted this. wanted them exactly like this. vulnerable. overstimulated. completely at my mercy.

if you’re reading this and getting turned on. if your heart is racing. if you’re squirming. if you’re thinking about what it would feel like. the pressure. the fullness. the struggle. the inevitable loss of control. fuck. i want that for you.

want to watch you try to hold it. watch your face when you realize you can’t. watch you leak. watch you get embarrassed. watch you get more turned on because of the embarrassment. watch you completely lose control while i fuck you. watch you cum while you’re still making a mess.

Me: you should let me be your first

Her: which bone would you break

Me: (with no hesitation) ribs, they're low risk to break, unlikely to cause complications long term, and for the next few months you'll think of me with every breath *realises I've been maintaining hard eye contact the entire time and glances down* I know I sound insane

Her: you're allowed to sound insane, it's not even the most crazy thing I've heard you say

I think she should let me because I'm literally cute

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