In Another Life Im A Swaggy White Boy Making Out With My Bf In The Gas Station Bathrooms

hey, dont cry…cowboy tying you up with his lasso, okay?

force masc coaching in ways that don't require surgery or hormones (for those with vaginas):

only let them cum/get off if they're wearing a strap

tell them you're gonna suck their balls and then suck on the outer lips of their vagina, refer to it as their balls, don't touch anywhere else, watch them squirm and buck their hips wishing you'd just eat them out all ready

only let them piss if they go through a pee prosthetic

^^ bonus points if they can only use it while you're holding it for them

watch voice training videos with them and masturbate while they practice along with the video

^^ or, better yet, jerk them off while they practice voice training as a real challenge,, see how many sessions it takes for whiney moans to turn into deep grunts,, stop completely and essentially edge them if their voice gets too high whimpering

making out with him in a disgusting bathroom stall at a show. its my first punk show and he was so cocky i'd be the one who's a mess, but he completely switches up when he sees my split lip dripping blood and me covered in sweat. pinning him against the wall and unbuckling his pants so i can jerk him off while kissing him. the blood from my busted lip getting all over his mouth, kissing down to his neck so i can mark up his skin. making fun of him for how much he's already leaking and smiling into the kiss when he whimpers, his knees start getting weak, and he's humping into my hand for some release.

(Minors dni)

Why are you standing at the back of the venue? Take my hand, you're supposed to fucking mosh at a hardcore punk show dude. I'll pick you up when you fall, don't mind the sting in your thigh or the needle and syringe I slip into my pocket when I help you to your feet again. You didn't see anything in my hand. It was probably somebody's spiked clothing. That's what you get for insisting on wearing feminine shit when you know it isn't a reflection of your true self.

I know the local scene pretty well, so I keep taking you to shows every week with me. You follow me around like a puppy. It's pretty cute, to be honest, watching you jump around like one, really getting into it. My friends joke around and tell me to call off my dog before he bites someone. I laugh and just tell them that puppies are like that.

And when the night ends and you're back at my place, you're grinding on my thigh like you're in heat, whining and clawing at my chest. Aww puppy, your tdick is coming in so nicely, and I bet it's sensitive rutting against me huh? It's so cute hearing your voice break while you whine into my neck, getting a little lower every week. I'm being real indulgent letting you make a mess like this on my thigh, you know. So you better clean it off with your tongue when you're done.

nothing grips a closeted tboy like a wlw song where love is not reciprocated because 'i'm not a boy'

is anyone up for some platonic intimacy that is lowkey erotic

reblog for something t4t to happen to you this summer.

for some reason way above my comprehension, i couldn't stop my own body from accepting the weird invitation. when i heard that stupid little words coming out of his goddammit stupid mouth i lost my sense of reality, i felt my blood flowing painfully under my flesh.

"punch me like a man", so i did. my lord, i did it without any warning, without any pity, without any hesitation. my knuckles found his face in the same way the lips of hungry lovers search for each other. in the same way the teeth of a predator seek it's way towards the skin of the prey.

something about the way he spat the blood on the floor made my knees weak. something about the way he grinned with his teeth stained in red made my head spin. something about the way his sweaty binder is now with stains that smell like iron made me feel shivers down my spine. something about the way i felt in control and under control at the same time made my guts tremble.

next time i will hit harder.

forcemasc x puppification combination is so beautiful to me….repressed trans guy who feels a lot of shame and confusion because T is making him so horny he can’t stop jerking off and watching porn until i remind him that that’s exactly what good boys are supposed to do. no baby it’s not evil or wrong, you’re a growing boy after all, and why would your cock get bigger if it wasn’t so that you could play with it better? you shouldn’t feel bad, puppies need to let off steam after getting so riled up! that’s just being a good boy.

once he starts feeling a bit more confident, patronizing him. you jerked off AGAIN? no don’t be embarrassed baby, there’s nothing wrong with you. you’re just a little puppy who can’t control yourself, aren’t you? you’re such a boy, only thinking with your dick. did you jerk off thinking about me? how many times? good boy! next time instead of rubbing it i want you to fuck your hand. once you get more growth i’ll get you a stroker so you can fuck your own little puppy brains out just like you’re meant to do.

slowly turning the most hesitant trans guys into shamelessly horny & obedient boytoys😵‍💫