I Like To Think About People Lost In Their Own Pleasure. A Boy So Desperate For Relief He Cant Help But

I like to think about people lost in their own pleasure. A boy so desperate for relief he can’t help but hump his own hand, whining and panting, corded arms glistening with sweat, mouth fallen open and eyes scrunched shut as he chases that high. I like to imagine people walking in and out of the room as they go about other tasks, staring knowingly, and he doesn’t even care. All he can think about is release. Someone could shove anything under him, a hand, a mouth, a warm hole, and he’d cry out desperately in relief, shoving into it without caring who or what it was, and humping to completion.

Maybe not even caring if they were willing. Not caring if the mouth or ass belonged to someone who was there by choice, or just another cum dump a thoughtful bystander decided to retrieve for him. It wouldn’t matter, anyway. He wouldn’t hear or pay attention to the cries or the squirming attempts to get away. He’d mindlessly pin them down and keep going. No malice in it, or forethought. All he would want would be to dump his warm load. That’s all he can think about. It’s all he knows.

Thinking about keeping slutty, whining breeding slut with their ass in the air as I press syringes full of cum into their wet, desperate cunt. I make sure to keep a dozen or so on hand from several willing donors, because my slut doesn’t care who’s seed is filling them, only that its fucked into them nice and deep as they clench around it and make sure it takes. Of course they keep whining each time they get too full and they can feel it leaking out of them, but I always take pity on them and push it back in with my fingers before plugging their greedy little hole.

ugh someone apologising whilst they violently fuck you because they know it's wrong but they just can't stop <3

Don’t get me wrong, I love harsh play with a cold and uncaring dom as much as the next masochist. But the times when I can take the most pain, when I get to explore my limits and dance around the absolute edge of my tolerance are always with a sympathetic soft dom. I have never experienced anything more intimate with another person than allowing them to gently guide me through intense pain that they cause me. Working our way up to it slowly, making sure I am all warmed up and as relaxed as possible. Coaching me though my breathing while they hurt me, hushing and praising me for doing so well but assuring me that I can take more. That shit’s my favorite.

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The way someone’s muscles shiver with the effort of holding still…. watching the strain cord the muscles in their neck, their shoulders, their quivering thighs…. the way they pant with exertion…. the way little involuntary noises escape them…. it’s the little things 😌