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Men should be manhandled by women more often. Just push me to the bed, press me against a wall and pin me down. Restrain me and put me exactly where you need me to be. Shove my head into a pillow if I whimper too much, hold my wrists if I struggle when being forced to cum repeatedly. Keep my legs open if I try to close them as you fuck me. Hold me down for as long as you want. Because I know pretty boys look so much cuter when their being manhandled that way
Man of the House
The musky aroma of Willow Schnee's ripe body was the only thing that her son, Whitley, noticed. It was a unique perfume of alcohol, expensive moth-eaten silk, and the copious sweat of an unfulfilled, unsatisfied slut.
That odor was a constant with Willow, much like her alcoholism. In the confines of the four-poster bed of Willow's bedroom, however, naked save for her unrivaled beauty and the garters that held up what remained of a pair of satin stockings. Willow's scent was free to mingle with the ruined bed sheets, the musty abandonment that infused the walls of the room, and Whitley's naked lust which ran in copious streams down his slender chest before it pooled in the pit where his pale, down covered ram plundered his mother's endless, swampy depths. More lust flooded freely down Willow's thighs every time Whitley bottomed out against his mother's back.
"My man!" Willow said as her hips ground against Whitley's crotch, "My strong, courageous man! Show me your strength and fuck me!"
Willow abruptly groaned with an animal howl of undeniable emotion and raw sensation that boiled up from between her legs and up her spine and belly. Her wide hips and back tossed ferociously like a stuck mare before she doubled over and groaned again into the pile of thick pillows stacked beneath her.
From behind, Whitley gritted his teeth and groaned as well. It was a yell of extreme, muscular exertion and represented Whitley's exercise of all his strength to pull back on Willow's arms and ride out her frenetic orgasm without getting pulled down onto the bed. If Whitley hits the sheets, he won't be able to get up again, and it is proof of his skill as a horseman that he kept his balance through that ordeal.
At the end of Willow's orgasm, however, Whitley was thoroughly smashed and he had to rest himself against Willow's sweat-drenched back. The rise and fall of her back against Whitley's chest sent a wave of warmth down to the marrow of his bones, and he would have fallen asleep had Willow not stirred, placed her wet, slurred lips close to Whitley's head and said.
"My man, my glorious, fabulous man! So much stronger than your father ~!"
The impact of his adultery and the fact that he had taken the wife of the man he respected most flared in Whitley's mind and sent a wave of shame through his slender frame. He pushed tight against Willow so that her body could cover his nakedness and said,
"I am your son, mother. Not an emotional tampon for your dissatisfaction with father."
Willow responded with a sharp yank on Whitley's hair and forced him to look into her eyes.
"You are my man! Even if you are not, you are the only man in this family after your father! You must prove yourself, whatever the circumstances, you must prove yourself!"
Forced to behold his mother's body, forced to look away from the insane lust that blazed in her once matronly face, the fact that his mother was a wretched wreck of a woman slapped him across the cheek. Her skin was still a perfect, porcelain pale save for the thin blue veins across the tips of her breasts which ruined the cold tundra landscape. Those same breasts were heavy and ripe but hung slightly loose down her sides and exposed the valley of her cleavage. The pouch of belly fat that was always hidden by the corsets she wore fell obscene across her hips, and added a vulgar manner to the white bush that crowned the triangle of flesh that quivered in damp anticipation.
Willow was in a wretched state then, and that was what made Whitley want her most of all.
Willow squealed as Whitley forced her back against the bed and plunged fully into her depths with renewed vigor. The force of Whitley's assault made a horrendous din whenever the bedframe struck the bedroom wall. A din overshadowed by the bestial harmony that swelled from between the bodies of Willow and Whitley. To call those noises animalistic would be a disservice to the beasts of the field and the farm. No animal at their most primal could fall to the depths of the degeneracy plunged by mother and son that torrid night.
Whitley's masculine performance that night could not be outdone, but his untrained and inexperienced body soon proved no match for Willow. Undoubtedly, Willow was far past her prime as a woman. Yet the ardor within her belly burned hot enough to melt the finest blades a man could raise against her. As Whitley struck Willow down, again and again, his back had unknowingly begun to arch farther and farther backward. He had lost control over the rhythm of his thrusts, and he had eagerly overextended his reserves in his wanton abandon.
There then was a painful, paralyzing lurch deep in Whitley's bowels, and the brave hero was struck down before the finish line.
"NO!" Willow said as the sudden paralysis of her son's efforts broke the woman out of her lust-fueled stupor. She had gotten close, but her son had betrayed her expectations and ruined that night's rapturous work.
"Be strong, Whitley!" Willow said again as she spat into her hand and shoved it down between her legs. With clumsy desperation, she alternated furiously between an attempt to bring herself over the edge, and tried to hold her son's eruption back for just a few seconds more.
"Aren't you a man, Whitley?! A strong man?! Show me that you are a man! Fight!"
Helplessly, Whitley lunged forward to kiss his mother on the lips before his weakened, exhausted cock was defeated and he broke just short of his mother's gates. Admirably, Whitley did not give up even at the end. He planted kisses on Willow's face and pawed desperately at her breasts. He even attempted to use his fingers to accomplish what his cock failed to do. It was all in vain, however, and Whitley could only embrace Willow as his loss was indelibly stamped into his body as he quivered, spasmed, and finally fell still.
When Whitley was finally able to get back up, any hopes he had were dashed when he beheld Willow as she lay flat on her back. The marks of their love duel still marked Willow; her hair was disheveled and matted, fluids oozed lazily down her thigh, and her breasts were bared to her son. However, Willow had one hand draped over her face, and her face was turned resolutely to the side.
Willow did not respond when Whitley tried to kiss her, and in his frustrated anger he cursed Willow with all the breath he could muster; Whitley cursed her insensitive womb and her temptress's ways, cursed the burden she had placed upon him, and cursed her deception that brought him to this humiliation.
When Whitley could think of nothing more to say, he petulantly drove his cock into Willow again. Willow once again did not respond and allowed her son to vent himself against her body until the weakness came over him again after a few, meager thrusts. With one final act of pettiness, he straddled Willow and lashed a watery rope of pale seed across Willow's breasts. Finally, spent, Whitley fell alongside his mother's body and fell asleep.
My kinks
Here's a list of my kinks. It's an always moving list, as this things come (but rarely go).
I've never done most of the subby stuff, especially with a partner, but I crave for it.
Pussy licking
Nylon (pantyhose, stockings, bodystocking, encasement, cocoon... on myself and/or my mistress)
Being tied up
Pussy eating
Gags (just hoping that Mistress won't rub herself on my gagged face, that would be torture)
Collar and leash
Being caged (in a pet cage, not a chastity cage)
Cuddling and kissing (that can get me really hard)
Being awaken by Mistress' pussy on my mouth (anytime)
Sitting on the floor, either in a subby position or not, back to the couch, having my Mistress legs around my neck, over my shoulders
Being bitten
Being allowed to kiss my Mistress' body head to toe, (almost) everywhere, for hours and hours
Being spanked
Being blindfolded
Being praised, being rewarded for being a good sub (I like @puppysowner 's point system. Getting points for some actions, and being able to trade them for new toys: cuffs, nylon, gags...)
Being allowed to beg to get to lick pussy, that's the best way to reward me
Threesome with two women (in a really subby way, I'll write another post about some scenarios)
Tits in my mouth. Like yes, please, pretty please!
Being put on display
Nipple clamps
Shibari
Light choking, hands around my neck
Being spat on/in my mouth
Ice/wax play
Having my tongue sucked, my lips bitten
Turn offs
Pee, poo, blood
Cum eating (me. Mistress can if she enjoys that)
Anything with the butthole
Pegging
Sissyfication
Calling Mistress "Mommy". I just can't.
Being cuckhold
Unsure about it
Chastity cage
Long time denial (I'm not even sure it's possible. I tried to stop touching myself at some point, I came in my sleep after like a week...)
Having my cock sucked. (I have a weird thing about it. I might talk about that later. I really enjoyed that in a vanilla relationship with a woman who loves doing it. I'm not sure how it works on a subby man, except if I'm a really really good boy, or as a teasing when denied...)
Tape gag. I mean, I have a beard, so I wonder if it would be either useless, or hurting as f*ck when removing it (or both), and making my beard looks like shit...
Breath play, It sounds hot, but scary at the same time.
Choosing to submit
I'm thinking about this old post I've lost since. It was a picture of a woman, naked, on her knees, in a submissive waiting position. She had a ball in her mouth. Not a regular ball gag, but just the ball, without straps. She was absolutely free to open her mouth and drop the ball. She was free to wipe all the drool from her body. She was free to get up and go. And she was free to stay, to kneel, to keep that gag in her mouth and drool all other herself, just to please the special someone who asked her to. She chose to stay.
I'd choose that too...
PS: if you still have this post or picture, please share :)
Dominant blowjobs
Since I wrote that pinned post and the "unsure about blowjobs part", I've gave it some thinking.
As a sub, I'd go down on my Mistress in a really needy way, trying to get as much of her juice as I can, but having her pleasure as a main goal, thinking that the more she enjoys my tongue, the more likely she is to allow be to taste her again.
But when she'd go down on me, it would be a whole other story. I'd be tied so tight that I'm absolutely unable to move. Gagged, she'd be able to sit on my face rubbing herself on my nose, making me dizzy from her sent and eager to lick her. I could be blindfolded and even have some noise cancelling headphone, so my world would be limited to her sent and touch. Then she could start sucking, exactly the way she wants, ignoring my muffling and wiggling. Obviously, I'd end up coming. But that wouldn't mean we're done. We'd be done only when she says so. She'd keep sucking other and other, giving me more orgasms than I can handle.
When she'd be done, she'd punish me for all of the unallowed orgasms I had...
No matter how much I try, touching myself doesn't do anything for my craving to give head...