The dream:😍🥵

chew toys are so much fun when they have squeakers inside

It’s just so fun to get a pretty fucktoy down on their knees, as you tell them to be good and open wide. Forcing fingers down their throat and making them put on a little show of sucking on them while you get to watch. Feeling them desperately tongue at your hand in an effort to please you. Seeing the dumb fucked out expression on their face as you push deeper. It’s real hard to keep your composure when you can barely breath. And the faces whores make when they’re struggling not to gag are so gross and pathetic it’s just adorable.

Now a well trained toy will suffer though just about anything to hear a bit of praise. Even when they’re gaging they’ll still try to force your fingers deeper and put on a nice display, all so they can hear that sweet good girl/boy/ whatever other name gets them off between rounds of mocking insults. A condescending “Awwww” as they’re choking on you works well too. They’re just lucky that any part of you is inside their mouth, which is why it’s important to make them thank you over and over between breaths.

If they’re a more stubborn plaything, all you need to do is tie them up and get a nice, firm ring gag in their mouth. Then you can administer as much training as you want and all they can do is pathetically drool all over while whining garbled complaints or pleas. Its really a great tool for humiliating cute little sluts, especially the mouthy ones.

First of all they can’t speak so backtalk isn’t a privilege they’re afforded anymore. Secondly the desperation that comes from the feeling of not being able to breath and the intense involuntary response of gagging basically guarantees you’re gonna see some completely humiliating reactions. Watching their eyes rollback as your fingers start curving down their throat, watching them struggle to take it as they start choking and then seeing their exhausted face, covered in drool as they try to catch their breath. It’s such a pathetic sight.

Tags: pupplay, implied noncon, kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome and noncon body modification but you like it cause you’re trans so it’s sick

Inspired by @rawme-price you little freak I am heavily enjoying kidnapper Simon

She fucks into you with quick, sharp snaps of her hips that earn little high-pitched moans from you with every thrust. Your head is thrown back on a pile of cushions, hands clutching at fine fur pelts now soaked through from hours of taking your wife’s cock.

It’s all part of an Orcish tradition. Following through is imperative as it’s meant to provide warriors with the strength to fight and return home safely by “borrowing” it from their mate.

At first, you had been unsure about the effectiveness of the exchange. But now, as you're laid out flat and spent while your beloved pummels into your entrance with seemingly endless vigor, you begin to think there could be something to it.

You lift your shaking legs to encircle your wife’s waist as she punishes your dripping hole. She loves watching her cock disappear inside of you, but she looks up when she feels your thighs weakly squeeze around her.

“Oh, my sweet mate,” she coos, gentle fingers coming up to brush back the stray hairs sweat has slicked to your face. Her pace becomes languid as she buries herself completely within you and remains there, grinding slow circles into you. “You’ve done so well.”

You lock your legs around her and you press yourself down on her cock, groaning at how its thickness stretches you even this long into your love-making.

“Please don’t stop.” You look up at your wife with pleading eyes, rocking your hips on her length roughly in an attempt to spur her on. “I want you to keep going. Keep taking it from me.”

Her hands suddenly grasp your hips hard, a growl escaping the back of her throat as her claws dig at your skin. The pace is still slow as she guides your harsh movements to hit spots inside you only she knows.

“Oh gods,” you moan out, eyes shut tight. “Please, my love.” Your begging is whiny and breathless as she works you over her dick. “Just take everything. Take it so you can come back to me.”

Her motions falter as she processes your words. She lets out a small snort of amusement before relaxing her hold on you, hands trailing up your body and caressing your features until two broad arms come to rest at either side of your head, caging you in under her larger frame.

"Worried for me? How precious.” Her lips yield tender kisses to your shoulder, making out a path across your chest.

“When I return,” she says, “I’ll shower you with tokens of my victory and carry you off here to my chambers.” Sharp teeth playfully nip at the skin of your neck. Her mouth begins sucking her marks into you, tongue swiping out to massage each deliciously sore bit of flesh.

“And then I’m keeping you here,” she chuckles against your skin. Her head pulls back momentarily as she takes you in, her perfect little mate bruised and panting beneath her. She smiles down at you warmly before lowering her face to yours again, lovingly grazing a tusk over your cheek in a deeply intimate gesture. “You won’t be allowed to leave under any circumstances.”

Her chest settles against yours, trapping you between soft furs and the warmth of your lover. You whimper lowly at the contact, bracing your palms against her sculpted shoulders as you try to rut yourself up against her solid form.

It’s far too much. You’ve already been overstimulated to tears several times over. All the sensations surrounding you, your wife’s wonderful promises, her closeness, her heat, her touch, her smell. Fucked out as you are, you’re still so needy for her. She seems to register just how much as you writhe pathetically - adorably - under her.

“Gods. You’re all for me.” She traces her tusk up your jawline and halts her motions with her lips hovering right next to your ear. “After this battle, my cock is going to fucking live inside of you.”

A hand grips each of your thighs and your legs are hefted over your wife’s shoulders as she folds you into a mating press. She slides her cock all the way out of you, teasing the tip at your opening before slamming back in and setting a brutal rhythm.

You scream out in shock and pleasure, throwing both arms around her neck. She has you so worked up and oversensitive that you’re cumming hard around her on the second thrust, wetness leaking over you both. You cling to your wife desperately as she rams into you with a new intensity. You asked her to take everything, which means she’s not stopping until you’re lying limp against the bed.

...while he cries out how it's "too much", cumming yet again. He must have lost count by now, his poor, sore boypussy clenching down once more on the dildo stretching him out, the vibrator secured against his tcock mercilessly overstimulating him. His body jerking and writhing, pulling against the ropes that are pulling his legs apart and keeping his wrists bound above his head.