putting the force in forcemasc

Dialectical materialist sub: Historical trends in productive forces have produced a moment within the superstructure wherein I derive sexual satisfaction from roleplaying taboo subject matter.

it's a tight squeeze, though, kiddo. we can make it if you just drop the towel around your waist. more comfortable anyway when it's just us guys.

“please, daddy?” i plead, dragging myself forward on the sheets. well, trying to. “bubby! please! i’m sorry! im so sorry just please stop!” i’m pinned beneath them, leaking and naked and-

“we can’t stop,” they coo, their voices soft and sweet and condescending. “we know that this is hard, and it’s so big inside your pretty little hole, and we’re so proud of you.”

i just wail harder, punching at the pillows and stuffies since i can’t reach behind me. their fingers come around, stroking my clit so gently, so softly it makes me cum in seconds, even through the pain of being stretched out. i gasp and cry and squeak, and they thrust into me harder, sloppily, faster. i can’t stop cumming, shattering over and over until my cunt hurts, too, from being empty.

“m’sorry!” i scream. “please! i can’t- no more! please!”

“our sweet, sweet pup,” they coo from above, only slowing slightly, “this is your punishment, remember? you thought it was a good idea to let someone else use what we had first dibs at. every little boy is supposed to give their virginity to a family member, like your dad or brother, you know that. but you let a random boy cum inside, and now you have to let us use your ass to make sure no more virginities are robbed from us.” they wrap an arm around my neck and lean down, draping their body over mine as they rape me even harder. i just cry softly, staining the sheets with a puddle of salt.

Like, consistently hates his body and never refers to any of his characteristics as the parts they are, but when told he could absolutely use other terms, he always excuses it away with the defense of "but it will never be that..."

I wanna hear that when I try to refer to his dick as his dick, and get angry that he refuses to even call it that. Wanna punish him for refusing to call it what it is.

I wanna be able to suck his dick so good while I force him to repeat mantra after mantra of what a wonderful, handsome man he is and what he actually has. Make him come so hard while I'm bobbing my head that he's a shaking, crying mess.

He leans in close, a knee between your legs, pressing right against your cock. You let out a gasp. “Shut up and let me look at you,” he says, grabbing a fistful of your hair and jerking your head back slightly. He trails a finger down the side of your face, across your jawline. “Did you know you’re getting sideburns already? And your face is filling out.” He grins and runs a finger across your upper lip “and of course there’s the dirt stache. I bet you love it, don’t you? . That’s why you haven’t shaved yet, right? You want everyone to see, don’t you?” Your breath got heavy, were you supposed to answer? Before you could think about that further he was shoving his fingers in your mouth, fucking your mouth really. “Be a good boy and let me take it all in,” he growled in your ear before removing his fingers, trailing your spit down your chin and onto your throat. He brushed against where your Adams apple would be. “Have you heard yourself lately? Do you even know? It’s going to get so much deeper, I can tell.” He grabbed your throat, catching you off guard and making you moan huskily. “There we go,” he says. “You sound like such a faggot already.” He kissed your shoulder, before sinking his teeth into it. “Maybe I’ll let you wrestle me when you start to put on some muscle, but I can tell you’re on your way.” He sniffed your armpit deeply, then licked it. “You’re doing some kind of workout at least, because you fucking stink.” Your cock throbbed and you squirmed. “Easy now.”

He used his other hand to twist your nipple. “You’re going to get so hairy. I can’t wait to suck on your hairy tits,” he cooed, still intermittently tweaking your nipple, hand still on your throat - not tightly, but with the promise that it could be at any moment.

He continued down. “I can tell you’re going to be such a hot bear. Look at this.” His hand grabbed your stomach, your happy trail, tightly. “You’re really going to fill out so well, you’ll look so good big.” He removed his hand from your throat finally, and grabbed both of your hips roughly. You were so hard at this point it was taking all of your focus. He’s leaning over you, eyes locked, close but not touching save for his grasp on your waist. You can’t help it, you raise your hips to buck at his thigh, to hope for any connection, any friction against your t cock.

“None of that now. Bad dog.” He says, mockingly, before quickly pinning you down, your arms still tied behind you. “I know what you want my attention on, mutt. I bet it’s all you fucking think about.” One hand trailed down again, keeping a pointed distance from your cock. Teasing. You squirmed, you couldn’t help it. “So desperate,” he coos. “Of course you can’t help yourself. Having a new dick is just so exciting isn’t it?” He laughs. “I bet you’re touching yourself all the time”

You nod weakly. Of course you were. “Like this?” He said, and grabbed your crotch, making you gasp. “Like a cock?” He began playing with the head, stroking it between two fingers. You’re a mess at this point, gasping and moaning. “Well not so fast.” He stops suddenly. “Let me take a look at it. Sit up, boy.” He helps you get up by pulling your hair, returning you to your original position at the edge of the bed. You grind against it a little, desperate for contact.

dad who watches your cock grow thicker and emerge from the thick folds around it, until it's so much easier for him to lick and suck at. who tastes your precum grow saltier, headier, more intoxicating every time. who tells you not to worry about atrophy - after all, real boys don't get fucked there, anyway. who is the first person to slide a finger into your ass, then two, opening you up and making you realise how good it feels to be taken like a faggot.