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Sharing a tboy sub with another dom. We start with just me taking our sub in the ass doggy style, and then I lean back and pull him up so he's sitting on my lap, my cock filling his tight hole.

I spread his legs and lean him back against my chest, exposing his twitching cunt and offering it to my friend. I hold the sub's hips, keeping him still on my cock while my friend lines his cock up with the sub's leaking cunt.

With my cock deep in our sub, I can feel the second guy's cock filling him up and pressing against my own cock through the thin walls separating cunt from ass.

He fucks our sub's cunt hard and fast while I hold the poor thing still, his ass cockwarming me while I enjoy the sensation of the other dom's cock against my own.

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(contains: light cn*c, dehumanisation)

How To Guide: Get your brand new tboy ready for use!

Please notice: when he arrives at your door he will likely be very shy and may mostly be looking down at his feet. This is completely normal and actually indicates that your boy will be obedient and easy to use.

Although there are many ways to break in a new tboy, we generally recommend the following method:

Bend your tboy over a piece of furniture. Dining table or most desks will do just fine.

Make sure he is positioned correctly. He should he laying flat on his tummy, legs spread nice and wide and with his hands on his back. (Hands can be either bound or cuffed for maximal restriction). If you've got a smaller model, his feet might dangle above the ground. That should not be an issue.

Pull down his trousers and underwear. You can either take it completely off or just let it hang by his feet while he is in use. If he protests or squirms, give him a hard smack on the ass. (If wiggling or protesting continues, see the section two of the manual: How to: Fix a bratty tboy)

Now you should be able to get a good view of his cunt and hole. Most likely it will already be dripping wet, however if it is not, massage or tease it gently for a couple minutes.

When you first push into his hole, it might be quite tight. Apply as much force as needed to penetrate him. Moaning, whimpering, sniffling, crying and light screaming from the boy might occur at first use. Stuff his mouth if this continues or see section two of the manual.

Congratulations, now your tboy is devirginised and ready for use!

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Purposely teasing them when you’re out with friends. Letting your tongue wrap around the top of the bottle a bit too lewdly. Manspreading and “accidentally” grazing your hand against your thigh. Maybe reaching over to them and squeezing their crotch and playing it off as an accident. You’d just look at them with a pout and innocent eyes when they give you a look. You know you’re pressing into dangerous territory, but it’s too fun to stop. Just little things all throughout the night, letting them stare at your ass when you drop something, touching them subtly, dropping comments that could mean something but also could mean nothing.

Eventually, your friends depart and you hug them and bid farewells, smiling as you link arms with your partner. You let out a squeak when they tighten their arm around your waist and half drag you into their car. The drive back is nearly silent. You know what you did, but remain innocent, occasionally trying to steal touches on their body.

When you get back to your place, they’d pull you inside and slam the door, grabbing your sweater and pinning you against it. “You knew what you were doing,” they’d hiss out, their eyes dark as they stare at you.

Of course you’d fein innocent, jutting your lip out in a pout. “Don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m a good boy.”

Maybe it’s the way you said it, or maybe it’s the way you look at them that makes them snap. They grab your arm and pull you along, not bothering to close the door to your bedroom. You land on the bed with a huff, your legs instinctively dropping open as they settle between them.

“You knew what you were doing,” they grit, landing a sudden bite to your neck. They bite along your skin for a bit, discarding your clothes along the way.

They slam their lips against your own, slipping their fingers into your boycunt without warning. A whine falls from your lips at the stretch, feeling them add another finger without hesitating. They relentlessly abuse your cunt, clenching around their fingers when you get close. They nod at you, allowing you to cum.

Your eyebrows furrow when you realize they aren’t stopping. Your head tilts back in pleasure along with sensitivity.

“You needed this so badly I thought. You can take it. You’re going to cum as much as I make you, understood?”

“I- can’t- please-“ you’d plead uselessly. They’d know you didn’t mean it. You wanted this. You wanted them to ruin you, overstimulate you til you’re sobbing.

They pull orgasm after orgasm from you, your poor boycunt red and aching. After the 6th, you break, pleading with them as you lay pliant on the bed.

They’d remove their fingers and clean you up a bit, showering you in kisses. They’d cuddle you and praise you, telling you how good you did. “You’re such a good boy,” they’d repeat over and over until you settle into a sleep, your bodies wrapped around one another’s.

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Executive Toy

Mrs. Duncan, in my office please.

The order echoed in Rose's mind as she closed the double doors behind her, and strode across the large, sparsely furnished office until she stood a few feet in front of his desk. She tried to look every part the administrative assistant she was employed as. Her skirt was short but tasteful as was the hair she wore down, stopping at the bottom of her neck. She felt her makeup made her look professional but still attractive, as she hoped her ensemble as a whole did. She'd always found her boss attractive, not that she would ever act on it. For a while she had been quite smitten by some combination of his power, his wealth, his looks, and his cool confidence. She tried not to lean into those feelings too much, but it probably made her better at her job.

"You called, Mr. Aurum?"

He raised a hand and gestured toward the large seat behind Rose. Following his cue, she sat and looked at him expectantly. He considered her in silence for a moment, holding her eyes with his, before he spoke.

"My schedule is open for the rest of the day, yes? No meetings?"

"That's correct, sir. You had work you wanted to do for the presentation to the board next week, and there was something related to an upcoming R&D project you wanted time to complete, but no meetings."

"Good." He nodded. While her employer was Rose's senior by almost a decade, he still maintained the appearance of a man in the prime of life. He radiated the timeless aura of the executive, complete with pressed suit, clean shave, and a head of hair that looked like they had been placed one by one. Rose had often thought he would have fit in equally well in the executive suites of any of the last 3 generations.

"I have no use for false modesty. I am successful...we are successful because I am harder working and better at what I do than anyone else. The meetings, the presentations, the addresses, the galas. They are a necessary part of success. But I am at my best when I can focus on my work without unwanted distraction." He emphasized the word as he looked down to one of the few objects on his desk not clearly devoted to productivity, and Rose felt her gaze drawn down with his.

He reached forward to pull back a single ball on the Newton's cradle and released it. It fell with a sharp clack sending the ball on the far end up into the air and repeating the process. A regular beat reverberated in the empty space of the office. Clack. Clack. Clack.

"For the longest time, I didn't understand the purpose of the executive toy," he continued, tilting his head to the side as he watched the balls swing back and forth. "I thought them a frivolous thing. A status symbol or a tool to stave off boredom for those who didn't earn what they have. But then I began to understand. Because it takes focus to achieve what you didn't think you could. It takes concentration. You have to train your mind to be able to focus so completely. To tune everything else out. And sometimes you need to let your mind rest. Allow it to process what it has learned. How it has changed. And when you have accomplished the task that was set before you, you need to be rewarded."

Rose was listening still, but she watched the cradle as the balls swung back and forth, her eyes jumping between each end to see the next ascent and descent. She had wondered for a moment if she needed to be taking notes, but it seemed much more natural to focus on what she was being told. To watch. And to listen. Clack. Clack. Clack. Clack...

"Sometimes it can feel difficult to proceed," he continued. "Sometimes you don't know what to do next. And that's when it can be so powerful to focus. You can even find yourself doing exactly what you need to automatically. So often your body and your mind know the solutions to your problems without you realizing it. You just need to get out of the way. And so, when you can find something else to focus on, that deeper part of you, that part that knows exactly what it is supposed to do can take over. All you need to do is let it happen."

Something blocked her view for the briefest of moments, but Rose quickly regained her focus on the cradle. She was aware of movement. Her arms or her legs had adjusted somehow. Her head was in a different spot. She felt...different. But that was okay. Her body knew what to do. She needed to focus... Clack. Clack. Clack. Clack...

"You can imagine what a relief it can be, when you've been working so hard. How tired your mind can become. When there is something there that can draw your attention away. Can satisfy some part of you that had gone unfulfilled. Something you can pour yourself into. Lose yourself in it. Feel it consume you. And even when your mind shifts focus again, it can still be there, in the background. Still filling that role. Still providing your mind with what it needs. Allowing you to continue to achieve. To do exactly what you need to do. Your mind can even stay focused right here. Sinking down into it. Everything else forgotten. Your mind has been trained. It knows what to do. Even if you don't need to think."

Empty eyes stared ahead now, no longer focusing on the balls as they continued to swing. Behind them, Rose's empty head watched, passively. Listened. Her mind knew what to do. Her body knew what to do. She didn't need to think.

"And eventually, you can drop so deep into what you are doing, you lose yourself so completely, that all of you ends up right here. Your mind tied to the motion. Your thoughts, your will, even your sense of self all collected right here. Moving with it. Joined to it. Controlled by it. So completely enthralled in it, that all it takes." As he spoke, his hand steadily moved to catch a falling ball as it landed, freezing the motion of the toy on his desk. "And everything stops," he concluded.

Rose sat frozen. Her arms hung limply by her sides. Her mouth hung open, head hanging just a little to the side. Her eyes rolled back, eyelids fluttering. Her mind was open. Empty. But her body knew what to do. She had been trained for this. Slowly her hands began to show signs of life. Began to move from where they had fallen.

"And when you have focused so well, it is only natural that you reward yourself. There is no better way to train your mind than a reward for doing as you were supposed to do. You find the best ways to reward yourself. To give yourself that pleasure. To allow yourself to surrender to it."

Rose's hands were not obstructed as they began to roam her body. Her clothes lay scattered around her seat, forgotten. A moan escaped from her still open mouth at the word pleasure but she wasn't aware of it. If she was aware of anything, it was only the growing heat as her hand began to prod and pull and tease at her body more urgently. As her legs spread and she pulled her feet up on either side of her, allowing her fingers to explore deeply and, unwittingly, to give a better view.

The toy on his desk still and silent. Aurum paused to admire the toy in the seat in front of him, writhing and panting. It was amazing how excellent this was for his productivity. He worked surprisingly well just knowing she was there, able to see her out of the corner of his eye while he labored away. And when he would look up to rest, or to think, there was something centering about watching her mindlessly working herself into a more and more frenzied state for his viewing pleasure. And when he finished his work for the day, he knew well enough that he needed to reward himself. No better motivation to work quickly and efficiently.

Rose, his favorite toy, swayed slightly from the work of her hands on her body, rocking back and forth. Her mind was aware that she was the best toy. She was serving her purpose. She was achieving her goal. Their goal. Her body shook. Her hands varied their speed. Slowing when needed to keep her body and her arousal right where he wanted them. Speeding when she felt his eyes on her. At the end of the night, she would be aware as she walked out of this office, dressed and every bit the professional she had been when she walked in, knowing only that she had done her job well, oblivious to what that job entailed.

He started at her a moment longer, hunger in his eyes. He smiled, pleased with himself and with the progress they had made. They would both earn their reward tonight. But there was much to do first. He turned to his side and began his work in earnest. Her head still empty, Rose shuddered as a wave of pleasure rolled through her body.

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Cervix kisses? Fuck that nonsense. Cervix bruises you mean, make the inside match the outside. The more you cry about it, the harder I'll fuck. I'm not here to fucking kiss you, I'm here to get off and watch you cry because it gets me off.

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not even JRR Tolkien, who famously developed the concept of the Secondary World and firmly believed that no trace of the Real World should be evoked in the fictional world, was able to remove potatoes from his literature. this is a man who developed whole languages and mythologies for his literary world, who justified its existence in English as a translation* simply because he was so miffed he couldn't get away with making the story fully alien to the real world. and not even he, in extremis, was so cruel as to deny his characters the heavenly potato. could not even conceive a universe devoid of the potato. such is its impact. everyone please take a moment to say thank you to South Americans for developing and cultivating one of earth's finest vegetables. the potato IS all that. literally world-changing food. bless.

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i'm on my knees, whimpering and begging for you. my head is resting on your thigh and i'm staring up at you with big puppy dog eyes.

"what, puppy? use your words."

i whine louder, words are so hard for a dumb mutt like me. i press my face against your cock, mouthing at it through your pants.

"i said, use your words."

you grab my collar and pull me up and off of you, forcing eye contact. you look at me as sternly as possible, and i whimper again.

"please..." i beg

"please, what?"

i whimper in a higher pitch, trying to look away. you tug my collar again.

"what, puppy?"

i'm pressing my thighs together as i look at you again, "please...can i suck you off?"

you don't respond, only look at me. i'm just a dumb puppy with a need for something in my mouth, i can barely take it. "please..?"

no response again, but you pull your pants down and leave me staring at your hard cock through your boxers now. i'm practically drooling, "please? please, can i? please?"

have i said it enough? a whimper and a frustrated snap of my teeth, im almost not in control.

"puppy wants it that bad?"

i whine again. words are so hard, i'm just a dumb mutt. i look up at you and nod, suddenly you yank my collar and pull my mouth against your cock.

"go on, impress me."

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thinking about an escape room but the twist is that if you don't get out in time, you're used by the entire staff until they're satisfied.

you know what you're getting into, of course. you sign the forms saying that the facility can't be held liable for any damages that happen to you. afterwards, you're stripped down and restrained. cuffs around your wrists behind your back as you're bent over a table, chains holding your ankles together. a collar is attached to your neck, connected in two places. one, to hold you still on the table. and the other connected to the ceiling with a lot of slack. you seem to be in a dungeon, iron bars blocking the unlocked exit.

you're left alone and the timer is placed immediately in front of you, counting down, minute by minute. right where you can see it. the restraints are firm and secure, but they each have their give, their weaknesses. the chains on your feet can be undone by looping it around the corner of the table and pulling at it at just the right angle. then you have to move your cuffed wrists behind your back and under your legs so you can use them.

the part of the collar connecting you to the table is dealt with by simply unhooking it, meaning you're able to stand up and move around the room. there's a box with a pile of keys for you to sort through. one of them must open the cuffs. one of them must unlock the bars. you sort through them in a hurry, adrenaline making your cuffed hands shake as you try each and every one of them, adding them gradually to the discard pile. once your hands are free, you fiddle with your collar. it doesn't seem to have any give. but while doing this, you see that on the other side of the iron bars is a bolt cutter, exactly what you need.

you're invigorated, trying all the keys on the bars as the minutes count down. your time is scarce, it's moving far more quickly than you're able to take into account. until finally, the lock clicks. the metal gate swings open and you can see the bolt cutter on the floor right in front of you.

except when you walk forward, the collar around your neck tugs you back. the tool is just out of reach. you can't get enough slack to pick it up. you try desperately, every option you can think of, to stretch your body out and try and kick the bolt cutter closer to you, desperately now as you see you only have three minutes remaining, then two, then one and a half.

until you finally remember the chains on your feet. you hurry back to the table, reaching under it to grab the chains and looking at the time left on the timer. 50 seconds. you hurry back to the iron bars, throwing the chains, trying to lasso the bolt cutter to finally get it in your grasp. and with 20 seconds remaining, the tool hooks onto the end of the shackles on the chains, and you desperately try reeling it in. 15 seconds, and you're pulling it closer, so very carefully. until finally, you reach down and wrap your hands around the tool and that's when your heart sinks.

it wasn't a bolt cutter. it was a toy. lightweight and useless, like something that would go in a child's tool set. and you realise: you were never meant to escape this. you never even had a chance. you had willingly walked into a trap.

your time is up and an alarm sounds, the lighting in the room turning red. the staff walk through the door, heading straight for you, cocks and straps and toys in hand, grins of delight on their faces.

they push you back onto the table and use you exactly how they want to, each and every one of them noticing how soaked you've gotten just from being in the escape room and playing this game, mocking you for what a slut you are as they take you without any preamble.

they use all your holes simultaneously, manhandling you into whatever positions they want. bending you over, taking you from behind. seeing how much can fit into you at once. slapping you about, spitting on you, spanking and whipping, passing you from one to another. never a moment for you to rest or recover before you're impaled on another cock.

all while their mocking voices taunt you.

this is what you were asking for when you came here. this is exactly what you were hoping for. to be used relentlessly. you never wanted to escape anyway, no matter what you'd say. you needed to be used like this. only sluts ever enter these escape rooms, and so you would be treated as what you were. willing holes for them.

once they've all had their turn, they take the toy bolt cutter and shove it into your used hole, fucking you with it slowly. it's too big and uncomfortable, but you stretch around it so easily after all that use. your arousal making it easy. you keep crying out, and they keep laughing. this was the thing you thought would set you free. this was your salvation for twenty minutes or so, all you cared to get. and now they were filling you with it. and worse than that, they were making sure you enjoyed it.

they bring you to an intense orgasm with the very thing you thought would save you. your mind is foggy and you can't think of much aside from the feeling of the toy inside you. you're burning with embarassment.

you came so close to escaping. you were so resourceful and clever about it all. but now you were nothing but holes for them to use until they decided they were done. all that intelligence you used to try and get out would leak out with your arousal as they continued to whore you out. your brain would never work the same once they were done with you. once they had reduced you to something so pathetic.

they aren't done using you. they won't be for a while. and you don't know if you ever want to be done serving them. this is where thinking got you, and now you were being put in your place.

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I want a dom to make me ride them with bondage tape over my cock and cunt. "that's my good boy," they smile as they watch their thick cock sliding in and out of my ass while my hard dick and sloppy hole can't get any friction. "staying denied for me while I'm filling you up," they move my hips, setting the pace, watching me whimper and shake from the thick friction of being so full of them. "such an obedient slut, riding my big cock," they bite their lip and watch as the tape becomes unstuck, my cunt so wet that it can't cling on anymore, "oh no, let me help you," they slide their hand over the tape, catching my cock and dragging down, dull friction making me buck and moan with the intensity. They curl two fingers into my cunt and I start to hump their hand desperately, "greedy boy," they laugh, "soaking my hand with your needy cunt," they start to use their grip on my cunt to move me up and down on their cock, my ass clenching on their thickness as their palm grinds into my taped cock. "can I cum? Can I cum? Can I cum?" I beg as the urge overwhelms me, my stomach tightening and cock throbbing against their hand. "where are your manners?" they tut. "please! Please please please please." I yell but it's already too late, I'm cumming. I will just have to bear the punishment.

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Wanna pull a cute little girl into my lap and slide my fingers inside her, curl them just right so that her back is arching against my front and i have to wrap my other arm around her to keep her still 💕 need to feel her clawing at my wrist because the feeling is too much to handle, just for me to ignore it and cover her shoulders in bites and hickeys while I turn her into a whimpering mess

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thread of things you can do to feel more puppy!!

warning, this is not for puppy regressors!! this is an nsfw post and probably not safe for u if you regress while online. stay safe, sfw puppies.

anyway. back to content for puppies who r fucking degenerates. i’m a switch & not only do i own a puppy sub but i am also one!! this is applicable for both partnered and solo pups, dw, there’s likely to be something here for everyone.

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🐾 grind on pillows and/or furniture!! pillows are an accessible option for everyone, not everyone has furniture they can feel comfortable doing that on because maybe they don’t live alone or what have you. but pillows are an amazing option for any and all needy puppies.

🐾 snacks can help u feel puppy a lotttt!! while it can be fun to have your partner feed you little treats, you can also absolutely do this on your own. while you’re not in the headspace, set up small little snacks for you to have for when you follow rules or actions you set up for yourself. ppl often underestimate how satisfying solo play can be!! but it can be awesome. good ideas for pup snacks can be small cookies reminiscent of dog treats (scooby snack graham cracker cookies if you’re in the u.s., highly recommend), little cubes of meat and cheese, or dry cereal. it doesn’t have to be those things though, it can be anything broken up into small pieces. be creative!!

🐾 some people enjoy eating or drinking out of dog bowls but for some, that’s inaccessible or maybe just not to their taste. another option can be water bottles with spouts you have to suck on (oral fixation is so so so puppy!!). smaller sized snack bowls also work well for this. anything notably small can help a lot with headspace i find because a large part of puppyspace for many is feeling tiny and :3. if you know you know pfffft.

🐾 here’s a simple one!! have an article of clothing or jewelry you wear only during puppy time :) of course there’s the obvious ones; harnesses, ears, collars. but even just a bracelet or a sweater can work if you only wear it during pupspace and get your brain to associate it.

🐾 if you go into the headspace online (as i’m sure many of you reading do if ur here), you can do certain typing things to help you feel even more puppy. using certain emojis or doing a little :3 or :> it’s pretty common to have your voice change tone and your words get more simple when in a smaller mindset so it can be fun to have your typing also reflect this!! typing out “woof” or “arf” r silly but they r cute and i recommend it, 10/10.

🐾 find something you can safely bite on!! nothing you could choke on or that could hurt you. chewelry is rlly good for this, i’d recommend looking on etsy for some. but you can also just buy a new actual dog toy (fresh, not used, clean it before). puppies need to teethe!! the urge to bite is super common.

🐾 if you have enough privacy, play fetch with yourself. why not?? you can bounce a ball off the walls and even if you’re in a small room where you don’t have far to get to it, you’re still pretty likely to get excitable abt it!! if you’re doing this outside don’t put the toy in your mouth, if you’re indoors you can probably feel more comfortable to do this safely if you’re using something big enough not to choke yourself with.

🐾 ride toys!! it’s hard to do things yourself, riding or suction cupping a toy to a wall so you can just lay down and move ur needy hips against it can be wonderful for puppyspace.

🐾 suck your fingers or your partners fingers!! puppies need our mouths occupied. gently chewing on fingers, probably not enough to hurt (maybe tho, good for you), just enough to feel like you’re gnawing a bit, is SO so so good. this doesn’t even have to be sexual, drifting off to sleep with fingers or a gag (nothing that you could accidentally swallow) in your mouth can help you wake up puppy!! i wouldn’t recommend sleeping with a gag in long term, that’s more for naps or on special occasions. like i mentioned before; oral fixation oral fixation oral fixation!! you should also suck toys and cock 🤍🤍

🐾 wag your hips or kick your feet!! it’s like wagging ur tail :> wiggles can come naturally when in pupspace so embrace them as ur “phantom tail” pfffft

🐾 “puppyparts” “puppycunt” “puppyholes” “puppycock” “puppyanything”🏃🏃

remember, if some of these aren’t applicable to you and how you like to play, you are not any less puppy. these are general, not one size fits all. there are countless different ways to be puppy and i don’t think any two people should be doing it the EXACT same way. we all have our quirks, we all have our individual headspaces.

have fun and play safe, puppies 🐾🦴🎾

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This is why I don’t tell 99% people im bisexual

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i got this photo with gus from breaking bad and the conversation went like this

me: “hey can you pretend this banana I found outside is a gun?” him: “it is a gun” me: “shit you’re a good actor”

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I love how on the outside I am normal looking mom but on the inside I am a fucking sex freak!! re-blog if you want to put your cock in my mouth!!

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