— humiliating matt’s size
★ requested by myself! ★
matt’s wrists were tied together behind his back, his knees bruising from the constant friction between the carpet and his skin. you sat on the edge of the mattress, admiring the pathetic sight unfolding in front of you. matt tried to look away, but your knuckles kept his chin up, forcing his jaw in place as he panted heavily.
he asked for this. matt had been a pillow prince for the past week, and the only time you allowed him to fuck you — he wanted you to get on top and do all the work. “why do you have that thing between your legs hm? you don’t even know how to use it” you asked, gaze flickering between his hardened cock and his teary eyes.
matt squirmed in place, chewing at his bottom lip. “i-i do! i know how to use it!” he talked back, a pink tone appearing on his cheeks, showing the lack of confidence at his own words. you chuckled, placing both elbows behind you and resting your upper body, almost mocking his presence. “yeah? so why do you act like a fucking pathetic little virgin boy? you could barely fuck me last night” you spitted out, crossing your legs.
matt’s cock twitched under your sight, the denial of pleasure turning him on even more. “‘m sorry i j-just can’t control my pace” he confessed — and it was true. matt would quickly lose control whenever he was on top, often going too fast and too deep. his cock was huge, his lack of care turning your pussy sore and filled with his cum before you could even reach your high.
you chuckled at his eagerness, clicking your tongue and moving your hair to the side so matt could get a peek of your breasts. “it’s no use anyways. this tiny little cock could never make me cum” you continued. matt loved when you were mean to him — your harsh words didn’t match the gentle way you’d take care of him after that humiliation, which only made matt more excited to be a good boy and receive his punishment.
“m-mommy” he finally spoke, fully submitting to you. “‘m sorry mama i really wan’ make you feel good” matt filled his chest with air in a failed attempt to look stronger, less desperate. “you can’t even make yourself feel good, matt” you responded, nails scratching your own shirt before opening the first button, showing off a bit more of your breasts.
he whined at your words, throwing his head back and trying to ignore the precum oozing from his slit. “isn’t that right, matt? you can’t do anything on your own can you? need mama for everything?” you questioned him. his cock was starting to hurt and he needed relief, also feeling his bladder getting fuller due the amount of water you forced him to drink before tying him up.
“mhmm” matt nodded, forcing his knees against the floor even more. he’d be so bruised. “c-can’t do it— need mama’s help” he pouted, trying to get closer to you. after a while, he was finally able to reach your thigh, resting his cheek against your soft skin and looking at you with pleading eyes.
“you’re so fucking pathetic” you said, running your fingers through his hair before tugging on his scalp, forcing his head back. his mouth hung open with the sudden action, a perfect opportunity for you to spit on him — which he gladly accepted, eagerly swallowing. “look at you, leaking like a baby” you mocked his wet cock, knowing his bladder could give up at any second.
“mama” matt cried, the tears falling from the corners of his eyes, dampening his flushed cheeks. “please, wan’ cum” he begged, bucking his hips into nothing, hoping you’d at least give him your leg to hump against.
“you can cry all you want” you continued, finally letting go of his hair and pushing him back, revoking your touch. “you’re gonna show me what a pathetic, stupid fucking baby you are. on fours, now.”
sooo… size humiliation + restraining + spitting + a lil bit of pee + crying + who knows what else…! for my dears @cockettechris @swiftiolo
omg i love this