When Will A Monster W Tentacles Restrain Me In Their Den, Fuck Me In Every Hole, And Fill Me With Their

when will a monster w tentacles restrain me in their den, fuck me in every hole, and fill me with their eggs until I’m drooling and gasping for more!!

I'm into being raped with a like friend, being forced to fuck each other while being fucked and teased (trans boy + cis boy)

Watching two disgusting little FtM boys fuck and humiliate themselves together is way more fun but any two sluts together is alway a fun time.

I could have you strapped down over a breeding bench while you’re friend is forced to rape both your holes or he’s going to be punished worse. Maybe I’ll have him plugged with a huge toy pressed snuggle right to his prostate and if he rapes you good enough I keep it on vibrate. When he cums I’ll force you to lick his asshole and get your tongue deep in his hole while he rims you and laps up the cum spilling out.

Later I’ll tie you both together with your stomachs pressed against each other and his cockringed dick deep in your cunt so I roughly switch between your asses and rape you full of my cum. If you’re good friends with no attraction to each other I’ll order you both to sloppily make out as your holes get destroyed.

If either of you refuse or hesitates to do as I say I will gag you both on a double sided dildo locking your faces together and fill the two of you up with a big soap enema each before connecting you with a tube and leaving you tied up on a bed for the night, struggling and pushing the increased enema back and forth until I decide to rape you again.

Last thing u fantasized about while masturbating?

being a free-use fucktoy for my housemates.

here’s the concept: i’m living with maybe 4-5 of my close guy friends. they’re all working from home (for obvious reasons). i ~would be working from home as well, but i lost my job because of the pandemic. that’s an issue for many reasons, one of which being that i won’t be able to cover my portion of the rent.

the guys come up with a compromise: i can live rent-free, as long as they can all use my holes whenever and however they want.

boy do my holes get used:

bending me over the kitchen counter while i’m trying to make breakfast. having me sit under their desks and keep their cock warm while they work. riding them while they lean back in their office chairs. eating me out while i’m spread out over their desks. pushing me to my knees and shoving their cocks into my mouth randomly throughout the day.

getting used by multiple guys at the same time is pretty common. sometimes they’ll jokingly fight over whose turn it is to use me. it’s all done with love and affection - yeah i’m getting used as a stress-relief toy, but they all make sure to check-in with me. my holes are constantly messy and leaking cum.

evenings consist of me giving attention to all of their cocks while we watch Netflix or while they game. and i never sleep in my own bed, they take it in turns to have me sleep with them. this is me life now: a 24/7 free use cumdump and fuckdoll

How do you feel about ghosts? Able to choose what they touch and what they move through. Imagine getting haunted by a ghost who's fascinated by making you cum. Slipping cold fingers through your clothes to reach your clit, fucking inside you with themselves or random objects whenever they want. Manipulating your clothes in public to see if anyone will see your cunt and claim it. Sucking you off while you get raped so you cum on your rapist's cock every time. Nothing you can do to stop them.

Oh....yes.

There’s a ghost following me around that just reaches through my clothes throughout the day to tease me. Sometimes, I have to find a bathroom to lock myself in so that I don’t cum in public - I can move around to try and shake them off, but in settings where I have to sit still for a long time, it’s very easy for them to take advantage of me. Sometimes, as punishment for not cumming in public, the ghost will just keep me overstimulated in the bathroom for hours, not letting me leave until I’m sweat-soaked and exhausted out of my mind.

They don’t want to reveal themselves to other humans, so they never use objects when I’m out and about (since they would have to move my clothes on their own). Instead, I’ll suddenly just feel a cold hard-on slipping into me no matter where I am or what I’m doing, and even if I move around, the ghost can still wreck whatever hole it wants.

When I’m at home, though, there’s nothing to prevent them from using their supernatural strength to pin me facedown to the floor and pull my clothes off. Then they have free reign to do what they want with me, filling me with household objects - bottles, cleaning brushes, hairbrush handles, pens, a toilet brush - and I can’t do anything about it except cum like a pathetic, helpless slut. Sometimes, they’ll slip something big into me, then use their hand to keep it in while re-dressing me, and I have to go back in public, filled with whatever the ghost wanted me to feel.

If there’s someone with low morals and a hard-on nearby, the ghost can pick up on it really quickly. At the exact right moment, the ghost can make my shorts hike up or the waist of my pants slip down in just right right way to set them off, and I get pulled into an alley or behind a building to get raped full of seed. Getting my pussy slammed into feels good enough already, but the ghost’s attention just pushes me over the edge, and I can’t help but cum explosively on my rapist’s cock, further milking them and making them realize that I’m enjoying this way more than any reasonable person should...

Here's smth I wrote up for our horny handsome @chubloveandeggs <3

Imagine living with a ghost who loves to fuck and breed you any time it wants. At first it fucks you in your sleep without you noticing but soon enough it gets bolder. It teases you until you're dripping wet, your t-cock standing to attention as you thrash in your sleep. You wake up to the sensation of being stuffed with cum, your belly bulging out, and the sensation that you're being fucked.

It's scary at first but it feels so good you just think it's a dream and drool as you spread your legs for it the whole night. You try to tell yourself it was just a dream but as the ghost starts to have its way with you at random times over the next few days, you stop caring about dreams or reality as those ghostly hands learn to reduce you into a horny mess anywhere and anytime.

It doesn't care wether you're dressed or not, clothes don't hinder it though you think it's being extra handsy when you're dressing up to be the prettiest. Your clothes shift on you, moved by invisible hands, petting you, rubbing you through your clothes until wet stains form on your shorts as you drip with its cum. Or is it ectoplasm? Regardless, it's dripping down your legs as you can barely stand after getting your brains fucked right where you were.

The ghost is gentle, at times, it loves to tease you and pet you and make you feel good until you're humping the air for it, begging to be fucked. At other times, the ghost is rougher, ploughing into you when you least expect it, taking you against the table, the wall, even picking you up until your whole weight is grinding down on its dick. (Dick? Strap? Ghost thing? Does it even matter? Its thick and girthy and fills you up.)

Sometimes it's quick, you feel it grabbing you and just moments later you can't hold in the loud moans as it fills you up - pleasure that turns into horny frustration as it's over far too quick for you. Then there are times when it fucks you slowly, over hours, until you've completely lost track of time, drowsily lost in pleasure on your bed under gentle hands.

You suspect it's more ectoplasm than cum but your belly is rounding out, you're starting to look like the loveliest pregnant boy with your tits swelling up and resting on that big belly. The ghost can't keep its hands off you, constantly touching you lovingly and teasingly. You can't keep your hands off your belly either, holding it as you waddle about your day. Occasionally, when you're groaning from the weight on your hips and back, you can feel it wrapping around you, holding up your belly to relieve you (and to slowly slide into your wet and ready body) and you feel cherished.

Your milk comes in early but the ghost laps it up eagerly, fucking you at the same time until you're a mess. Your shirts are a bigger mess afterwards as you're dripping nearly constantly. You grumble about it as you fold your ever growing laundry, but the ghost petting you and actually putting your laundry away helps. It starts to take care of you, picking things up for you or feeding you as your massive belly starts to get in the way.

When the time comes, you slowly give birth to large lumps of ectoplasm into your undies. The contractions are intense as it plays with you, caressing and teasing you until pain and pleasure are the same. The ghost coaxes you through, supporting you tenderly until you're crowning against your clothes, only to then latch onto your boy cock, sucking on it as it keeps the egg just right there, in crown, no matter how hard you push or writhe. Each egg is only allowed to slip past once you've cum again. It plays with your body between the eggs, coating your insides with cum until you can think of nothing but being its darling little breeding toy, ready for the next load of eggs the moment you're empty.

I want someone to coerce me into sex gently, to start with just a little kissing that I agreed to which slowly turns into an intense make out session. They’ve already been groping squeezing my ass, getting little moans when the spread my cheeks. They slowly move their hands until they’re on the insides of my thighs, close enough to my pussy to feel the wet heat radiating off of it. I try to push their hand away but they just grab my fingertips gently and hold them, acting like they don’t know what I’m trying to do. They may or may not know if I have a pussy yet, most likely not, since I hadn’t had plans for things to go that far.

They won’t take their lips off mine long enough to let me beg them to stop, their hands roaming over the entirety of my body, my hands trapped in one of theirs as they manage to unbutton and unzip my jeans, tugging down both my pants and boxers at the same time. I’m sure they’ll be shocked, looking down to see a dripping, plump, little pussy residing just behind what had appeared to be a short but stout cock. They pull back to get a better look at me and I immediately start begging them to let go of me, that I won’t tell if they don’t, that I just want to go home. They shush me, lowering their face to my groin. I’m afraid they’re going to hurt me, torture me for being a boy with a cunt. Tears stream down my face as they examine me closely, a finger slowly trailing between my lips. My back arches, hips canting up at the touch as soon as the ridges of his fingerprints catch the sensitive head of my clit. My begging stops as they just gently pursuade me to open my legs with quiet cajoling. I comply silently, tears still streaking down my face as they gently slide a finger into me. My back arches and I ask them to stop feebly but they just assure me they’re going to make me feel good. It’s the first time someone else has touched me like this, had their fingers inside me and I don’t know if I like it, squirming against the unfamiliar sensation. Another finger pushes inside and I whimper quietly, unsure if it’s in discomfort or pleasure. They whisper to me, soothing me, asking

“doesn’t it feel good?” It does feel good but it’s confusing, too much, I want them to stop but they just continue until I’m cumming on their fingers. By the time I’ve come down from my orgasm their cock is out and in their hand. This time I beg, truly beg them not to. I’m not on birth control, I’ll get pregnant if they fuck me bare. They shush me again with promises to take care of me and their baby if I get pregnant. They’re being so nice I don’t know how to tell them to stop without being rude and in the long silence they take the opportunity to push their cock inside me.

I all but scream as I’m stretched open on their cock for the first time. It’s too much, I want them to stop, it’s far too much for me to take but they’re just going deeper and deeper until their hips press flush against my own and I feel more full than I’ve ever been in my life. The pleasure is too great at this point, I have to hold onto them tightly to ground myself. They start to move and I’m seeing stars every time they bottom out inside me, feeling their cock touch something deep inside me and I’m left gasping with every brush against it. They pick up speed rapidly and I can do nothing but wrap my legs around them as they pound into me hard, making me cry out in pleasure. I can’t help myself, I beg them for more, deeper, harder, and they oblige happily, pushing their cock in to the hilt. It feels so good I can’t help the little moans and whimpers of pleasure as they murmur in my ear,

“that’s it baby boy, take my cock all the way. Doesn’t it feel good to have your tight little pussy fucked? Gonna cum in your pretty little cunt, gonna knock you up, pretty boy, make your belly round and tight with my baby.” Before I can even protest to the filth they’re whispering in my ear they jerk forward, shoving in deep with a moan and I feel something hot flood my cunt. They came inside me, I’m getting pregnant with their baby and I can’t do a damn thing to stop it. I sob into their shoulder while they shush and comfort me even as they’re still cumming inside me.