flipthatcatboy

[flipthatcatboy]

gm 😌

[flipthatcatboy]

thinking of putting a tgirl in one of those fufu clips and groping her tits while i fuck it with my tdick

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i need someone to control my bladder, give me tasks and tease me so baddddd (i'm in the middle of a hold rn btw 👉👈)

[flipthatcatboy]

In order to stop the culture of faking orgasms, we need to stop the culture of shaming others for their sexual experiences.

Can’t get your partner off on the first try? Cool. You can still be thoughtful and make them feel good.

Can get your partner off within 30 seconds? Awesome, good for you both, don’t let it get to your head.

Can make someone cum in less than 5, but for others, it’s a process that takes an hour? That’s alright, everyone’s different. 

Does it take you 30 minutes to cum? That’s okay, you’re not broken, you’re not a failure.

Does it take you 10 seconds to cum? That’s great, you’re not a slut, you’re not overly sensitive or dirty. 

Can’t cum without toys/vibrators? That’s awesome, that’s a valid part of sexual play!

Can only cum with loving, vanilla sex? That’s perfectly normal, and you will find lots of great partners to experience that with!

Can’t orgasm at all? THAT’S ALSO COOL. It’s not a bad thing, you can still enjoy sex TONNES just like others.

Orgasms are NOT the defining characteristic of your sexual prowess. They are great, they’re lovely when they happen, but for the love of science, stop bringing them up higher than they need to be. 

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having a woman pinch and size shame my tdick while mocking how wet I am from it would fix me

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feverishly chanting hot boy summer hot boy summer under my breath as a transmasc that feels horribly dysphoric of my hips and legs in any pants shorter than knee length but the fuckin forecast looks like this

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need to kidnap someone and keep them chained up in my basement as a "cum lube" dispenser for my strap

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cw: gender neutral afab, dubcon, noncon, coerced sex work, abuse, humiliation, piss,

we meet at a bar and i'm in need of cash bad. you decide to "help me out" and agree to pay me to have sex with you. I reluctantly agree and start looking into motels we can go to but you stop me, you're already paying me you're not gonna pay for a motel room too, and my financials are so bad that I can't afford a motel room myself. you tell me it's fine, we can go somewhere else. there's the back alley behind the bar, it's mostly quiet the only people that go back there are people who got kicked out of the bar and need a place to piss.

you're already groping me while we make our way towards the alley, I'm uncomfortable but I really need the money so I just let it happen. once we turn the corner you slam me against the wall and start roughly feeling me up. I ask you to be gentle and you tell me to shut the fuck up, you're paying for this you'll do whatever you want. I have no choice but to take it and hope it'll all be over quickly.

you flip me around and pin my arms behind my back as you lift up my skirt and tear away my panties. I hear you pull out your cock and rub the tip against my slit and I close my eyes to steel myself for what's to come. but then you pull back and press your tip against my asshole. I tell you to wait, that I'm not ready, and you slap me. you're not paying me to speak. you push into me dry and I make a sound like a dying animal as I'm stretched painfully around your cock. you give me no time to adjust as you start pounding into me, ignoring me as I beg you to stop between rapid deep thrusts.

neither one of us is being quiet, you because you don't care and me because you're being so rough. people leaving the bar notice the noise and after a bit of time onlookers have made their way into the alley too. they cheer you on as you brutalize me, saying that I deserved it. I snubbed one of their advances in the bar, and you wave him over. you pull me off the wall and bend be over, holding my mouth open so he can pull out his dick and fuck my face. I'm crying and gagging as you both fuck me with no regard for my feelings. he says if he knew I was so easy he would have raped me over the bar the first time I rejected him.

you tell me how disgusting I am, getting fucked by two strangers in a dirty alley just because you're giving me a bit of money. the other onlookers cheer you both on, shouting out suggestions for other ways you can abuse me. the other guy grabs the sides of my head and pulls me all the way down, forcing his way past my the barrier to settle his cock in my throat as he cums into my stomach. my throat bulges as he throbs inside of me, he holds me in place until my eyes roll back and I'm about to pass out, he lets me go and pulls out of my mouth and leaves me to gag and cough.

I tighten around you as I gag, and you call me a disgusting maso whore for liking being abused by this. you tell me to beg for you to cum in me, and I do hoping that it will finally be over. your trusts get faster, the clapping echoing down the alley as you fuck me faster and harder. my coughing is cut off as you wrap your hands around my throat to hold me up.

you pull out as you're about to cum and shove your dick into my pussy instead, flooding my womb with your cum. I would have begged you not to, but I can't speak as you squeeze my throat. I scratch weakly at your hands.

you let go after you finish cumming and catching your breath, dropping your grip around my throat and shoving me off of you. I collapse onto the floor, cum leaking out of me, mascara ruined, drooling and desperately trying to catch my breath. you and all the other onlookers laugh as how pathetic I am. one of them says they still need to piss and you say you have a toilet right here.

everyone pisses on me, and I'm so defeated that I can't bring myself to do anything but take it. the onlookers pack up and take off, satisfied with their unexpected entertainment.

you reach into your pocket for your wallet. "hopefully this will be enough for the abortion." you drop a handful of cash next to my head and leave. when I can finally bring myself to sit up I count the money you gave me.

$1.27

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A trans boy in a crotchrope. The rope biting into his cunt and crushing his fat tdick. Tug on the rope and watch him whine with need and move his hips as it digs in even further, until he's practically fucking himself on it.

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i think i might try pissing outside.. (garden) encourage me? 👉👈

thinking about the crossover between omorashi and forced pet play...

silly puppy, stop trying to go in the bathroom! you go outside like all the other animals. oh, you can't make yourself do it? oh well I guess we'll just try again in an hour :) you better not have an accident inside, I'd hate to have to rub your nose in it to teach you not to. awww is the wretched beastie whining and begging again? you need to go? so bad?? grab your leash baby, let's go...

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you were a bit nervous to come out to your best friend as a trans man. you've known each other since childhood, and she's always been hyperfeminine and boy-crazy. whenever you got in trouble for expressing masculinity as a child, your parents would point to her as the shining example of femininity—couldn't you be more like her, with her fluffy dresses and love of pink? they always hoped that spending time with her would eventually rub off on you, but it never worked.

your friend, though, never seemed to mind your nonconformity. she had even let you be the "dad" when you had played "house" as children! you hoped that would extend to the revelation of your gender, but... you had no idea just how excited she would be. when you finally told her that you were a man, her eyes lit up, and she squealed, throwing her arms around you. "i'm so happy for you!"

to your surprise, she was the one who encouraged you to begin your medical transition as soon as possible. she came with you to the clinic and had the nurses teach both of you how to administer your shots, "just in case" you couldn't do your own for whatever reason someday. your first binder was a gift from her for your 19th birthday.

"you know, my parents were always so adamant that i couldn't have boys over," she told you with a dreamy sigh. "but we've had tons of sleepovers... it's kind of scandalous, right? like, i snuck a boy in without them knowing!"

before you came out, she avoided taking you shopping. she was girly, and you weren't—she didn't think you'd enjoy it. now? she loves taking you to the men's section, helping you pick out a brand new wardrobe. trying on clothing for her is a lot more fun now that it's all masculine items, and you pose for her like a calvin klein model. you try not to read into it too much when she bites her lip at the sight of you modeling boxer briefs for her.

"you're getting so hairy," she comments, marveling over your new body hair. "you should start going to the gym! testosterone helps with building muscle, right?"

naturally, she comes to the gym with you. but she doesn't spend much time working out. she does yoga in skin-tight pants, her attention split between ogling you as you lift, and bending over to try and get you to ogle her.

you may be new to being treated like a man, but you're no fool. there's only so many hints you can brush off before it's impossible to ignore what she's doing. she's no longer boy-crazy; she has eyes for one man, and one man only: you. you buy your first play packer without telling her. she finds out by the sight of your bulge the next time you go to her house when her parents aren't home. she tries not to stare, but she can't tear her eyes away. you laugh and hook your arms around her waist, holding her so close that she can surely feel the size of it against her thigh. "did you think you could mold me into your perfect boyfriend without me noticing?" you ask her, whispering in her ear. she shivers. "how long were you expecting me to wait before you fessed up? you know that another effect of testosterone is that it makes me unbearably horny, don't you?"

she's already drenched when your fingers rub her cunt through her panties. you can hardly wait another second, and neither can she—you toss her onto her bed, the same bed you had innocent sleepovers in all those years ago, and you stuff your cock into her tight wet pussy inch by inch. she moans and writhes beneath you, her eyes glazed over with desire. "naughty girl," you say, pulling her shirt up and her bra down to expose her puffy nipples. "you know you're not supposed to have boys over."

she doesn't respond, or maybe she cant; she can hardly say anything coherent as you pound into her. all she can manage to babble is a string of fuck, more, oh god, and harder—and, of course, your name, which she chants like a prayer.

when she cums on your cock, her pussy pulsing with pleasure, you both know that she's succeeded: you've become a hell of a man, and the perfect boyfriend she's always wanted.

[flipthatcatboy]

just saying if someone pressed their hand into my lower stomach while fucking me and asked me "you feel me right there?" I'd probably spontaneously combust.

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no because i sucked real dick for the first time a few weeks ago and this was fr what it was like.. straight up doing push ups on it..

(he said it was some of the best head he'd ever gotten btw >:3)

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imagine getting passed around by friends using you like a fleshlight and then having friends send each other pics of you. "it couldnt take the whole thing lol" "didnt realize it could drool that much" "it makes the cutest sounds"

[flipthatcatboy]

Wanted: Desk Pet

Duties include: Remaining under owner's desk for duration of work day to provide oral service and general entertainment. Cockwarming owner during both meetings and day-to-day work activities. Humping owner's shoes under desk throughout day. Throating cock Providing oral support when requested. Sucking owner's fingers when presented. Submitting to hatefucking penetration from owner during boring or frustrating days. During lunch hour, all office desk pets are placed in group play pen for exercise expect to get humped like a bottom bitch.

Uniform: Collar and leash required. Lingerie and resraints at owners discretion. Tail plug optional. Chastity device required to ensure maximum obedience. Desk pets may be required to wear owner's cum on face/body.

Compensation: Lots of praise you're a good little whore, aren't you? Several head pats per day. Regular petting, scratching behind ears. Lots of cum to drink don't you dare spill a drop. Desk pets may occassionally be fucked as a reward for good behavior you better beg for it. Orgasms administered at owner's discretion.

Note: Desk pets may be restrained under owner's desk during work day. Desk pets will be required to lick up any mess they left behind at the end of day each day. Desk pets are not permitted to orgasm without owner permission, any infraction will result in torture punishment. Punishment includes but is not limited to spanking, flogging, clit slapping, overstimulation, forced orgasms, sensory deprevation, and being walked around the office leashed, naked, and on all fours public humiliation.

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it's a little annoying that for so many people petplay = puppy, like i love my pups but i am a KITTY!!! i don't bark i meow!! i don't have puppy parts i have kitty parts!! i'm not a mutt i'm a slut!!

...anyway any trans people want to play cats vs dogs sexual style?

[flipthatcatboy]

"Look what you do to me."

While I rub my throbbing cock all over your face.