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need sex where its just a fistfight with a guy and we dont even do anything sexual we just beat the fuck out of each other and get hard about it

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People try to divide content, especially queer content, into wholesome vs adult. But the truth is that divide is a lie. Degenerate queer sex is actually super wholesome actually.

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mockingly asking them if they have an intox kink after i've already drugged them and i’m pulling their clothes off

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pov: you’re a tboy on one of his weekend hikes and you notice a strange vehicle trailing you…

cw: rape, kidnapping, knives, choking, bondage, stalking

You know this trail like the back of your hand, so you’ve decided to go out hiking today with a modest backpack filled with water and snacks, and a spare emergency cell phone tucked in your pocket. The forest borders on a small, winding road, where you notice a slightly old, tattered vehicle slowly following your path. Focused on your hike, you decide to ignore this and continue walking, working your way further into the clearing, surrounded by trees, shrubs and overgrown grass. You notice the sound of the car’s wheels getting softer until it eventually comes to a halt. The wind whistles around you. You hear the slight snap of a car door. Unnerved, you keep walking.

At this point, your calves are burning and you’re wiping sweat off your forehead, letting out a soft pant as you look up at birds in the trees. You don’t notice the rustling of footsteps coming up behind you. Suddenly you’re pinned down by a larger man, pushed flat onto your stomach with your ass straining against your cargo pants. He puts his full weight on top of you and you notice his hand gripping at your inner thighs. You start to let out a scream, but his hands, still wearing his driving gloves, cover your mouth and muffle any sounds you make. As you attempt to bite him, he sticks one, then two, fingers down your throat and laughs softly to himself.

He grabs down at your left pocket and steals away your phone, tucking it in his jacket pocket. He then releases you, only for a second, and repositions you so that he’s straddling you, wearing this terrible, hungry grin. “I was going to be nice and considerate.” he smiles, “Didn’t you see my car?”. He asks this casually while pressing his fingers around your throat. In between tears, you look up and notice him, his messy light brown hair and wire-rimmed glasses. You notice the glint of his leather boots. You try to speak but he tightens his grip. “I feel bad when pretty boys like you get lost out here, you know? If you don’t watch out, someone might take advantage of your condition, panting like a little puppy on your walk.”

Keeping his right hand on your throat, he manoeuvres a switchblade out of his jacket pocket and slowly lowers it towards your chest, poking it softly against your ribs, a little too close to where your heart is. He presses it in deep enough to break the fabric of your t-shirt and scratch the surface of your skin. Close to tears, you beg him, “No, please stop! Really! What do you want from me?” and he just giggles, pressing the blade slightly harder. He doesn’t answer. You try to move your arm towards your pocket, hoping to steal back your phone, or at least something to retaliate with. “Smart boy”, he comments, “But it’s no good. Besides, who wants to listen to a whiny little thing like you?”. You start to sob quietly, unsure of what to do. Honestly, if he wanted to kill you now, he would, he has a shark-like grin and curious eyes stuck on you. “Here’s the ultimatum, okay? If I angle this just right, and move even a few inches with this blade, you’ll die. Nice day to do it, though, isn’t it?” He stops to notice a desperate glint in your eye, “Or you can give me a really, really simple favour. Do you know what that is?”. “N-no.” You reply, your throat dry and scratchy from crying.

“I’m going to rape you, right here and now.” You can hear the trees rusting and your throat tightening with anticipation. “See, I really am considerate, most guys don’t even tell you beforehand.”.

Before you have a chance to answer, he stows the switchblade away and starts undoing your belt, then takes your pants off – leaving you with your socks and a pair of soaked-through boxers. He smiles at the sight. He presses his hand against your cunt, grinding his fingers strategically against your t-dick and opening, and then he manoeuvres your legs open with his knees. The grass feels scratchy against the underside of your thighs, and you can feel sweat dripping down from your face. He then takes his switchblade out again, to your horror, and lines it up against your cunt, pressing the blade in slightly. He then delights in grabbing the fabric and tearing into it with the knife, cutting the boxers off you. You feel exposed, and cold, and frightened.

He presses two of his gloved fingers into you, and works his hand up your shirt, grabbing and pinching at one of your nipples. You look around nervously, waiting for someone to notice, at least, and help you, but the trail is completely silent – you happened to choose one of the less frequented tracks. You flutter your eyes shut, hoping that he’ll stop. He starts pumping his fingers into you quickly, making you whimper and clench around him. He finds his other hand back up towards your throat, where he muffles your noises while he fits a third finger inside you, to which you softly cry and protest. “I thought you’d be tighter”, he sighs, “But somebody’s enjoying this a little too much.”

“Is this what you dream about, boy? Meeting a friendly stranger on one of your hikes like this?” He smiles to himself, quickly pulling his fingers out. You clench around nothing and whine. He pulls out a small selection of supplies from his pockets – what looks like cable ties and a roll of duct tape, or at least that’s what you notice through your tears. You’re too tired to fight as he fastens your wrists together with the ties, tucking your arms behind you. He rips the duct tape into a small strip and places it over your mouth, muffling your scared whines. He kisses you softly over the duct tape and admires the confusion in your eyes. You then watch as he unbuckles his belt and and zips down his jeans, revealing a strap that’s definitely too large for you. Your eyes glint with terror as he starts to bully it inside you.

He starts with very slow thrusts, just watching your face contort as you adjust to the size, and then starts to speed up. You get the feeling that if he keeps going at this pace, your insides will get all bruised up, and you’ll start bleeding. You try to at least get something out of it, fucking yourself back onto him when he slows down.

He grabs your chin and angles your head towards him. “I don’t intend to let you finish. This should hurt. You do look awfully pretty, though, you know that? Most boys in your position would be trying to fight, but look at you, just taking it.”. He continues this, refusing to touch your t-dick, occasionally teasing the head with a small flick of his fingers. Eventually he pulls out, and you look at him desperately, hopefully, surely this is the end.

Before you know it, he peels the duct tape off your mouth, only to replace it with his own t-dick, guiding your tongue onto it. You’re too scared to focus, and certainly don’t want to displease him, and you start trying to move away. He grips your hair and starts fucking his erect length against your mouth, where you start to suck and whine around it. Once he’s satisfied with your performance, he fucks your mouth, still keeping your hair in a tight grip, and finishes quickly – a line of saliva visible as he pulls away from your lips. “Good boy.” He praises. He looks down at your swollen, naked lower half, and your shirt, which is barely covering your hard nipples. “Aw, this won’t do. Do you need someone to take you back home?”.

“N-no, I’m ok. I can start walking back now.” You whine. He looks back down at you with those dead, predatory eyes. You start sniffling and notice that he refuses to undo your cable ties, instead he takes his knife out again and makes a small, not-so-superficial cut against your thigh. You try to wail out in pain, but nobody can hear you. “No, no. You’re injured, darling. I’ll take you back to mine for some First Aid, okay?” He suggests, watching the blood drip down towards your inner thigh and staining the grass beneath you.

He lifts your body up, leaving your backpack behind, and starts walking towards his car, right where he left it. You assume that he’ll put you in the boot, but he actually puts you into the passenger seat, smoothing down your shirt, placing his jacket over your thighs, and using a small handkerchief to get the tears off your face. Your arms are still stuck behind your back, but you’re past struggling. He clicks the seatbelt and starts to drive back towards his place.

“It’s a nice, secluded place. I grow my own stuff there, so you won’t have to worry about the nutrition side of things. You know, I’ve always wanted a pet.” He pulls into the driveway and you’re too tired to resist anymore. As soon as you’re inside, he locks the door and takes your cable ties off. You’re all sore and exhausted against his wooden floors and he takes your chin and tilts it up towards him. “Atta boy.” he smiles. “Welcome home.”

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i’m sorry kink fans but i just can’t see the suffix ‘con’ without thinking it means convention

‘dubcon’ will skrillex be there??

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i got bit by a snake! quick!! you have to jerk me off to get the poison out! and pinch my nipples a little, too. and call me good boy! yeah that’s the only antidote I looked it up on Internet Explorerrrrrrr

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need to walk in on my knight jerking off with my token of favour. handkerchief wrapped around his dick, wet spot visible through the fabric, hand in his mouth to keep from yelping at the feeling. knights when they are obsessed w me and totallyyy pathetic about it.

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Sleep all day. Party all night. Never grow old. Never die. It's fun to be a vampire man.

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never feel like i can reblog any posts about how i love seeing men beat up and crying and being miserable bc i feel like a lot of them originate from a place of not liking men. you want to see men having a miserable time because you hate men. i want to see men having a miserable time because im a sadomasochist faggot who loves them. we are not the same.

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i want someone that i don't like ( former bully, workplace rival, that one asshole guy in the friend group ) to get me so high that i'm fully relaxed and helpless as they begin to grope me. i moan and try to push their hand away, but i'm too high and it feels so hard to move. they laugh at my weak attempts to fight back as one of their hands massages one of my tits and the other hand roughly pushes up my dress and begins to rub my pussy through my panties. they make fun of me as i grow wetter and wetter, taunting me with the fact that i once said that i'd never fuck them and now i can't stop them. i'm helpless as they carry me to the nearest bedroom and places me face down on the bed with my bare ass and pussy in the air. i can't fight back as they slide into my dripping hole, hurling degrading insults at me as i cry out helplessly. my weak objections turn into helpless moans as i'm used for their pleasure, my holes nothing but a toy for them to fuck. they laugh as i cum, telling me that i must have wanted this deep down because look at how hard i just came for them. they don't stop, not caring that i'm squirming and begging for a break. they tell me that i'm not allowed to have a break until they're completely spent. they make me cum again and again, breaking my mind until i'm nothing but a mindless and drooling shell.

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beloved friends. treasured acquaintances. revered mutuals. we are gathered here today to pay attention to meeee

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I always lose a couple of followers when I take a shot at Christianity, but girl? what are you doing at the devil’s sacrament? 🤨 this is an obnoxiously loud monsterfucking blog. go to Bible study or smth damn

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body shaming men is also wrong and not funny

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uhh... moo?

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