Jul 20
I am him and he is me
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I am him and he is me
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
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I dress like a pretty UwU soft femboy but I'm genuinely a repulsive little faggot. I want real men to abuse my senses of smell and taste so bad. I want his musk from all over, his feet, his pits, his crotch. I wanna be his sweatfag, drinking every hot, salty droplet. I wanna swallow his sticky saliva, from straight in my mouth or licking it cold off the floor. I wanna swallow every drop of his seed. I wanna be his astray fag, whether tobacco or weed, let him blow his smoke directly up my nose or down my throat, open wide for the next dumping of hot ash. Want the nastiest, stinkiest farts he can muster into my face holes. Wanna be his urinalfag, guzzling down every drop of his golden stream.
Wanna hear the order barked at me to sniff deep while I'm already gagging, wanna hear his laughter and be forced to choke out a "Thank you, Sir!"
today can go one of 3 ways
I say it and they never wanna talk to me again (highly unlikely)
nothing changes
IVE FUCKING WON
it’s probably 1 or 2
quick comic of my Mother accusing me of dating my best friend
OH MY GOD IT'S YOU, I KNOW YOU KINDA, I TALKED TO YOU THAT ONE TIME!!!
lad what
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Leaking out of my limp, impotent boycock daydreaming about a group of homophobic cishet men grinding my self worth into the ground.
Having my hair shaved not completely bald, but shorter and thinner than any of the boys. Forced into nothing but boxers, and O ring gag and a collar with a charm the reads "I SEXUALLY IDENTIFY AS A DOG, MY PRONOUNS ARE WOOF/WOOF". It's the funniest thing any of them have ever heard.
Being dragged to a pub, crawling behind them on a leash, absolute murder on my bare knees and palms. Dragged through to the beer garden, my leash around a table leg, the paving still stabbing into my knees but at least not having to crawl. Or not all the time, sometimes they'll pass my leash around so I'm forced to crawl a lap of the table, for no reason but to make it hurt even worse. Other than that, wrists cuffed behind my back. Having tobacco smoke blown in my nose, down my throat, sometimes at point blank, my exposed tongue their communal ashtray. Hearing them debate where on my body would be funniest to put it out, all I can do to defend myself is whine pathetically and shake my head frantically. Another burn somewhere sensitive, like my oversized pecs, and the used cigarette butt is tossed in my mouth.
Every time one of them stands up, I'm at high risk of a nice hard kick in the stomach, or the balls, on his way past. Maybe my stomach would have a red, boot shaped indent by the end of the night. If I'm lucky he'll just place his boot on the back of my head and push my face into the cold, hard, dirty ground. No need for any of them to bother with pub toilets when they can either lift my chin and discharge the stream of piss down my throat or over my head to drip all over me, soaking into my boxers and forming a warm puddle under my legs. If I can't hold my own all I can do is make a bigger puddle in front of them.
Because of my laughably low alcohol tolerance they could empty a gin, a rum, a vodka down my throat and I'd be completely retarded for them. When they're done, they'd drag me out to find a nice fence, cuff my hands back behind my back and wrap my leash around it. Forced to just kneel there alone in my pathetic, ruined state until someone takes pity and rescues me.
Fags crave to be treated like this, it's wonderful enrichment for us <3
I think I'm developing a taste for men who smoke. I hate the smell, so it'd be so wonderful to be on my knees, hands tied behind my back, balls leashed tightly to the floor, ring gag and nose hooks adorning my handsome little face. Unable to move away, fight back of even protest as thick smoke is blown straight into my open nostrils straight to my brain, or down my throat for me to taste and gag on. Thread the cigarette through my gag and drip your ash onto my tongue. Tell me I can be a good boy and swallow, and you'll put it out on my tongue, or I can misbehave and you'll put it out on my balls.
It wouldn't take many sessions until I'm obediently falling to my knees of my own will, throwing my mouth open and sticking out my tongue. Dutifully swallowing and maybe even given the cigarette to hold in my hand and put out on my own tongue. A sissy, faggy, twinky little ashtray.
Incidentally, where I come from, slang for a cigarette is fag...
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