There’s lack of content about feminine faggy guys who are doms
I mean like yeah I love a feminine sub guy but man like imagine a couple where there’s a masc guy who isn’t really into fashion or anything and is kinda just a loser gamer type being seduced and teased by the pretty boy with the crop top and eyeliner
Using his feminine seductive charm to get his loser bf so horny he can just do whatever he pleases to the poor guy
People assume the feminine guy is the sub of course but what they don’t know is that those painted nails and revealing clothes are what turns his masc bf into a turned on subby mess
feral dogtops in muzzles. feral dogtops snarling and growling as they rut into you harder and faster, nearly bruising your cervix because they're so frustrated they can't bite you as they fuck you into oblivion. feral dogtops pressing the muzzle into your neck because it's the closest they can get to having their mouth on your skin.
muzzled feral dogtops.
been seein lots of posts recently about southern transmascs, cowboy-types. never thought there’d be an interest in a trans farmboy like me honestly. but i get it. some of you precious little things just need to be whipped into shape by someone with experience, huh? someone used to rounding up wild animals, taming beasts and showing them how to act.
i can raise the sweetest docile puppydog into a snarling livestock guardian. or round up buck-wild horses and bulls, show them how to play nicely. either way i know exactly what you need.
it’s alright. i’ve got you now. nothin to be afraid of, little thing. you just need a nice strong man to show you how to behave, hm? i know. that’s it, honey. come here. i’ll show you how it feels to be made into a real good boy. no reason to be nervous, sugar. i’ll take care of you.
To the guys that can’t motivate themselves: this is what hard work and discipline looks like. If you can’t even get yourself to the gym don’t bother asking for advice.
You should be worshipping superior men like a good faggot and lapping the sweat off my pecs while I bounce them in your face. Go ahead and jerk off for me like the pathetic little bitch you are and cum thinking about tasting my sweat. You can edge to me flexing as much as you want since it’s the closest you’ll get to a body like mine. The world needs faggy cock sleeves like you too.
Tieing her shoelace in public, carrying her bags, carrying her when she gets tired, being a masculine fig in her life that she can trust on hang onto in public only to be her malewife and getting pegged later at home
Just did my first ever real workout thanks to your blog. My arms are numb and shaky, I'm leaking down my legs and have a small pump. I'm only using a 2 kg dumbbell as it's the only thing I have at home, but it feels so good. I can't wait to one day become a worthy muscleslut for you
You should start doing pushups until exhaustion for 3 sets 3x a week just for fun. If it gets too easy put a gallon of water on your back and pretend it’s my foot. You’ll be a good dog in no time I’m sure of it.
I see you puppy play I do, but it’s just never written about in a way that particularly interests me
I like the idea of a puppy that doesn’t oblige, he’s humiliated and ashamed by the idea of being treated like a dog. Forced into the role, elbowing and kicking and denying as he’s pinned against the wall and collared against his will. “Fuck you this is so fucking stupid I’ll kill you dude” said through a cracking whiney voice attempting to assert dominance. He can barley make eye contact he’s so disgusted with himself for ending up in this position, humiliated and degraded. “I can’t help it you make such a good boy” as he’s being forced onto all fours, “eat it puppy, this is where you fucking belong” as his head is being forced down into a dog bowl. On the verge of tears from humiliation he strikes his “owners” face; as a last attempt to get himself out of this shameful role.
“I wish you hadn’t done that puppy, because now I have to muzzle you.” the owner cracks a toothy grin.
ughhh i love roughhousing so much. tipsy, walls lowered, playfully pining each other down in the dirt where we've pitched the tents. stupid banter turned suggestive teasing turned "wait, fuck, d'you like that?", half-drunk on the adrenaline, on the unknown of it all. lips against bared throats, and the clumsy undoing shirt buttons, hitched breath mingling in the cold air. pulses racing, skin against skin. one hand trailing up a bare chest, "can i touch here?", fingertips carefully tracing the shape of the scars, "and... can i touch here?", palm resting over the heart, entranced for a moment, before lips meet lips again and everything dissolves into heat and haze and campfire smoke curling into the night air.
