#stemming-cnc

"I've got a secret," I whisper to you as we flick on the TV and I press a vibrator to your clit. "But you need to promise this won't change how you view me." I flick the vibrator up a notch. "Promise me." A quick kiss to seal the promise.

"I made a little game. It's like one of those Choose Your Own Adventure ones where you choose what happens next," I say as something shifts in the darkness of the black TV screen. An audible click, and suddenly light is scattered across the scene. Light from a lamp you recognise very well. It sits on your bedside table after all.

"Every night, I've... I've been filming things for this little game. Fuck... you're wet." My throat's so dry right now. In the video, I'm groping your tits, you realise. I'm pulling down your pyjamas and fondling your holes. Touching you. One hand clearly holding up the phone and the other... molesting you in your sleep. Squeezing and pinching with roughness that I usually wouldn't have when you're awake. I can hurt you a little more while you sleep. It's not like you'll feel it.

"God... I'd always begin the night like that. By groping this slutty little body of yours. How could I resist? Look, baby, now you can choose what happens." I say as three options pop up on the screen, prompting us to choose one. "Do you want to see me fuck your tits? Eat your cunt? Or do you want to see how I used your throat while you slept? Mhm? Yeah, you do? How nasty."

You can tell that it's another night. Different clothes, a different pillow cover. But you'd watch me pull my cock into view of the camera. Slapping your sleeping face lightly before grinding against your cheek. As I flick the vibrator against your cunt, you watch me gently pull your mouth open and spit in it. Again and again, until I finally put my cock in. "I was lubing up your throat for my dick. You understand, baby, don't you? I only did it because I had to," you hear me whisper.

The sloppy, icky, filthy sounds of your mouth being used blare out of our speakers. Your mouth. Used like some cheap little cum dumpster. You feel my teeth sink slightly into your neck. Hot breath swirling across your skin as you watch me slide in and out of your pretty lips, your eyes firmly shut. Soon, another prompt pops up.

"Now it's time to decide where I should fuck you. And don't worry... we can always play this game again. You want that, don't you? I was terrified you'd hate me at first, but you're such a fucking freak, I've realised you love this more than me. Anal? Or your pussy?"

You make a choice, and suddenly we're watching another video. Another night. Different pyjamas. Different bed covers. You shudder as your pussy squelches under that vibrator. How many nights had I done this to you? How many times have you been taken advantage of without even realising it?

"God... you were such a tight fucking squeeze. You were so, so tight every time I fucked your ass. Every time. Look, sweetie. Can you hear me groaning? Can you tell how much I loved it? Fucking the shit out of your unconscious ass? You usually need me to go much slower when you're awake... but at night? When you're passed out? I can go as hard and as fast as I want. I can treat your ass like it's some disposable fucking fleshlight. Just as it should be used."

On screen, you watch me pound your abused asshole again and again. You watch my veiny, slick cock thrust in and out, the dim light of the lamp casting soft shadows across the veins of my cock. Squelching with each thrust. You feel it in your cunt as you watch me spank your ass, watching it ripple. This is what it looks like when you're getting ass raped, you realise. And you love it.

"One more choice, baby. Last one and then you can cum," I say. "Where do you want me to cum? In your ass? On your ass? Your mouth? Your face? Or in your cunt?" There are more options — a lot more options — and I scroll down the list, firing them off to you. You find yourself clenching your fists and spreading your legs farther, practically grinding against the vibrator as you realise how many times I must have used you. At least.

"Your tits? That's pretty hot, isn't it?"

We watch me take my cock out of your ass, before gently turning you over. In the darkness, there's only the frantic, needy sounds of me jerking my cock over your tits. The tip of my dick slapping against your slutty chest, grazing it and leaking trails of precum.

"That's a good girl. You've played this game so, so fucking well. And you still love me, don't you? Yeah, you do. Such a good little somno pet. You were so much fun to play with, baby, and now you can cum," I whisper into your ears. "Just cum for me, baby. Cum to the sight of yourself being violated. Cum to the sight of my cock spewing cum all over those pretty tits of yours. You can do that for me, can't you? Oh fuck, baby, your cunt sounds so fucking messy right now. Holy shit, you can cum. I want you to cum so bad. Just. Fucking. CUM."

I watch your knees quiver, and your body fold and writhe while you cum, as my own jizz splatters across your tits.

C/W: Rape

It'd be really, really hot if I made you beg while I raped you.

Especially if you went all shy and non-verbal. If the words just... died down between your lips. If the thoughts just stopped in your brain. So many emotions, so many feelings, and it'd be so hard to get them all out.

I'd have you on your back, a hand pinning yours above your head as my balls slap against your ass with each thrust. I'd want you looking up at me with tears in your eyes as you struggle against me.

"Aww, poor baby. Are you crying? Are you sad that the big, bad, disgusting man is forcing his cock into you like this?" I'd ask, my voice dripping with faux sympathy. "Yeah? That's okay, baby, I know you are. I might stop if you ask me to, you know. You can do it, sweetheart."

Could you imagine fighting and pushing and struggling to force out the tiniest, smallest no? Just to hear my breath go ragged and my thrusts turn harder and deeper? Maybe in that moment you'd understand how fucked you are.

"No... stop..." You might say, and I'd silently respond by pounding away at your cunt like nothing else exists.

"Shit... Beg a little louder, baby. I can't hear you," I'd say, my eyes fixed on your tits. As if I'm not registering your struggle. Like your turmoil and fear are invisible to me.

They wouldn't be.

I promise I'd hear the quiver in your voice. The whimpering and whining. The adorable little sniffling. I'd listen, don't worry. I'm sure you'd be able to tell too. Every little plea, every begging whine, every desperate cry for me to stop, I'd listen to it all and fuck you so much harder. My cock making a mess of your sloppy cunt.

No matter how warm and sleepy you are. No matter how cold it is outside your bed. No matter how badly you just want to stay in bed and roll around under your covers.

You should really lock your door.

It really would be such a shame if someone like me found it unlocked. It'd be so, so terrible if I found you in bed... because what am I meant to do at that point? How could I not force my cock into you?

"Shh, quiet now. If you didn't want this, you wouldn't have left your door unlocked, sweetheart," I might say, grabbing a fistful of your hair. Showing the face of the man who's about to claim you. "If you really didn't want this—" I'll say with a deep thrust inside your cunt, "—you wouldn't be built like fucking rapebait now, would you?"

God, you would struggle. Of course you'd struggle. You'd kick and lash out and whip your arms at me like some pathetic, flailing, panicking creature. I suppose that's exactly what you'd be at that point. Just a shocked, abused little cunt for my thick cock to spear. Fuck, I bet you'd feel so tight around my cock. You'd clench in fear and confusion. I hope you would at least.

There's no point in breaking in and fucking some cunt senseless if she's not going to tighten it around me. What's the point if she's not going to jerk off my cock with her tight pussy? Fuck... but if you cried too?

"Fuck... that's a good doll. Cry harder for me. Cry fucking harder, you bitch. God, you're so hot like this. Has anyone ever told you that you have such pretty eyes?" I'd ask, pounding into you, my balls slapping against you. Ugh, could you imagine me wiping your tears with a couple of fingers before cramming them down your throat?

"God... beg, and I'll think about stopping," I'd say, as I fuck your brains out of you. "Go on, slut, beg."

Shit, I'd fucking lose it as you begin to plead. Whining and begging me for something. I love that you'd have no idea what you're begging for yourself at that point. Just a brainless, drooling little pet that's listening to the man that's dominating her broken fucking cunt.

C/W: Intox

"Swallow."

And you would.

I want to place anything between your lips, gently draw them closed with a finger, and watch as you force it down yourself. No matter what, I want you to trust me.

There's the obvious scenario where I've just fucked your face. I'm standing above you, a hand firmly on your head, and my stiff, hard cock lightly slapping your face. Your eyes drawn to the veins on my cock, coated in slick throat drool. You watch me grip my dick and stroke it, my foreskin gliding over it, back and forth. Back and forth. Tapping your swollen, wet lips, as I grunt above you.

"Open your mouth," You hear me say before a torrent of hot cum spews out of my cock. Coating your tongue with salty, sticky cum. You watch me milk out the last drops onto your tongue, and with that same hand, I push your jaw up.

"Swallow."

But then there are more fun applications... I could also have you swallow some alcohol. Can you imagine that? My fingers grazing along the back of your head, and a bottle tipped into your lips? Your eyes fixed on me, not the bottle. Me.

"That's a good girl... just keep swallowing. Keep on going, baby. You'll stop when I tell you to stop. Such an obedient, pretty little thing, aren't you?"

But it could be really fun to place a pill on your tongue and have you swallow it. No questions asked, no answers given. Just a slight smirk and an encouraging nod. I love that you wouldn't know its effects. That you'd simply have to trust in me and what I do.

"Swallow."

And you'll simply have to trust in me. You'll wait in anticipation for something to happen. Anything. Maybe you'll feel the effects of it instantly, or in hours. Maybe you won't feel anything at all.

And if you think about it another way, it's fun to think about it as if my cock's the weapon, my hands are the bindings, and you're my little victim. Just forced to take each and every thrust. Forced to spread your holes for me as I violate your holes and defile you. Slap, slap, slap, my balls would sound against your skin as I fuck you. Burying myself to the hilt. Making you take it.

Ugh, it's that idea of taking long, deep strokes inside you that gets me off. Soft, sticky, sloppy sounds as I stir up your holes with my cock. Eager and desperate and so, so fucking out of control that I need to pleasure myself with you. Just doing what I have to do to cum. I think the sounds you'd make would excite me, too. Hearing your soft cries and whimpers as you accept being a little cocksheathe. Constantly accepting my stiffness, plunging in and out of you. Like a sword in a scabbard, or a dick in a fleshlight.

I mean, really, what were you thinking? You decided to come and meet your favourite online pervert in some cheap motel and didn't think you wouldn't have my cock buried in you one way or another? That's pretty ridiculous, huh? God, you really are as fucking dumb as you look. Ugh, fuck, but at least your holes are tight enough to make up for it.

Shut up. No one's going to hear you. Just be quiet so I can cum in peace, you nasty little toy. You were so bold in your messages, and look at you now. A sobbing, whimpering mess. That's right, cunt. Just squeeze harder. That's all you're good for. Emptying my fucking balls.

Ugh— Oh my— FUCK. Oh, fuck. It'll be over soon. Go on. Say it. Say it. Good girl. And again. It'll be over soon. That's right. You just sit here and be a good mutt, and fucking squeeze my cock harder with that cunt. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Oh shit, those workers probably thought we were some loving couple. They probably had no idea that we're some perv and his dumb fucking victim. They had no idea I'd be holding you down and watching you cry as I forcefully fucked you.

And the best part is that you had no idea either. Are you really that stupid? Or is this what you wanted? Shit... shit, oh fuck. I bet you just needed me to give you the rough, hard, cruel sex you needed. I bet you just needed a pervert to put you in your place, you dumb cunt. Aww, that hurt your feelings? Are you still sad? Go on. Say it again. It'll be over soon.

Louder. Fuck, yeah. Fuck, oh fuck, I'm gonna cum. Don't fucking move, cunt. Just sit still so I can empty my load inside you. Give you what you fucking came for. I bet you always knew this would happen. No one can be that dumb.

Is it over?

Maybe you really are fucking stupid.

It'll be over when I'm done.

Sometimes, I think about what it'd be like to act on my first instinct. Taking what I want from you, if even the thought of fucking you made my cock twitch a little.

I'd like to imagine us at a party or a club. Somewhere packed with people and the lights down low. I'd notice you in the corner of my eye and instead of looking away politely or meeting your own eyes... I'd let mine wander up and down your body. Over the curves of your body and lingering at your tits, like some gross, unrestrained pervert.

And if I really didn't give a shit — if I truly wanted to be uninhibited — I'd let myself walk over and grab a handful of your ass. Grinding my cock against you softly without really caring about your reaction. My hands on your hips as you quietly try to push me away, an uncomfortable smile forming on your lips.

Usually, I'd write about manipulating you from this point. Threatening you a little, perhaps. On some base level, that'd be treating you as a human. An intelligent human that I could twist and hurt. In this fantasy, you would just be a sex toy.

This thing I could fuck and cum in. Some warm holes and a pair of tits for me to use. And I'd tell you as much. My voice casually telling you how I'd be using your holes to get off soon. Telling you that I'm going to cum inside you because your body was pretty fucking hot.

I'd drag you off. To some bathroom or a stairwell. Somewhere convenient for me. You'd start to speak, protesting what's happening, but I'd place a finger across your lips. As if telling a child to lower their voice. As if lowering the volume on some device.

I wouldn't intentionally hurt you. Not really. I wouldn't punch you or slap you. Again, that'd be treating you like a human. But I would press you against a wall. I would forcefully drag your skirt up and pull your panties down. And I would slide my cock into you, no matter what you said or how much you struggled.

Sharp, jagged breaths against your ears as you feel my cock split your pussy. Pummel your insides with strong, hard strokes. Fucking you for the sole purpose to cum inside you. Not to be affectionate. Not to be a good lover. And most definitely not for your pleasure.

You'd realise quickly that this isn't sex. I wouldn't deliberately try to hold back cumming either. You really would just be a hole for me to jerk off inside. A hole for me to empty my balls into before I carry on with my evening.

I'm sure you might cry, and that's okay. I wouldn't acknowledge that either. No matter how pitiful or pathetic you looked, I promise I would simply focus on my task of spreading your cunt on my cock. I wouldn't comfort you, but I also wouldn't degrade you or mock you.

I would simply treat you like some subhuman cum dumpster. And when I finally sink my cock into you one last time, my balls pressed against your ass, you'd finally realise that this was always going to happen as soon as I laid my eyes on you.