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Drinking as much as possible and letting my bladder get nice and full before pissing in a cup and using it as enema fluid 🥰🤤🥺

I want someone to watch and make me take their piss in my ass too. Maybe if I'm lucky they'll call me a disgusting freak and a bad little boy and make me hold it as long as possible. ☺️🤤🥺🥰💕

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I keep thinking about and getting turned on by the idea of a Dom making me get an abortion because I'm pregnant and its not his, just out of jealousy.

Tw: abortion, forced abortion, late term abortion, mental abuse, calling abortion murder

(OP is a man, this is about trans men, please don't tag with misgendering, fakeboy or detransition tags)

Maybe the pregnancy was an accident, maybe I did it on purpose, maybe I was just careless but it doesn't matter. My Dom knows it's not his, he didn't fuck me when I was fertile, and it's clearly my fault.

He knows that the sooner it's gone, the sooner he can replace it with his baby, but he wants me to suffer with it. It's early enough to take the pill when he finds out, but that would be too easy. I don't deserve the easy way out of this.

He tells me that I have to carry it as long as legally possible before we get it done. After all, our state allows abortions up to 26 weeks, and he wants to take advantage of that timeframe.

He makes me tell people that I'm pregnant only to tell them that I'm planning on aborting it when they congratulate me. He constantly shows me pictures of babies and tells me that I can have that someday, but only his. Reminding me constantly that I don't deserve to give birth if its not his.

He'd give me lots of alcohol and drugs and remind me that it doesn't matter if I'm not keeping it. He'd tell me that it's not a real baby if it's not his, and I'm stupid for mourning. "This wouldn't have happened if you weren't such a slut. This is your fault, you murderer."

When I start feeling kicking, he'd mock me that it's fighting to not be killed but that there's nothing I can do. He'd rub my tummy just to say that he can't wait to see my face during the abortion. Just to control me.

He'd drive me to the appointment and make me speak for myself. "Yes, I want the abortion. Yes I understand the risks." He'd make me agree to an ultrasound and would hold my hand during it, a reminder that I can't say no.

I'd stare at him during the procedure, uncomfortable and violated. I deserve this. My unborn baby the problem deserves this. I'm his and only his, and I deserve this pain.

Afterwards, I'd have to let him take my ass and mouth as often as possible to make up for my cunt recovering, knowing that the moment those 6 weeks are up, I owe him my womb. He'd make me thank him every day for paying for the abortion and not leaving me and beg him to forgive me. And maybe someday he would...

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just moments ago i was a deer in the woods i was quiet and delicate and so so frail and now my ribcage is breaking under the weight of your paws and i can see you snarling your teeth at me and in the split second before you wrap your jaw around my neck i look into your eyes and i see GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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being strapped to an exam table, tilting you slightly upright so that you have a nice angle to look down and watch yourself be mutilated. legs buckled down spread apart, and wrists bound to your sides. you come to and realize you're high. but not the kind of high you've gotten before off shrooms or thc.

everything swirls around you, and your vision looks like a kaleidoscope of doubles and after-images. you manage to focus your eyes enough to see that you're naked, and your cunt looks strange...the next thing you notice is that you can't seem to feel anything. your legs feel asleep, but you can't feel the straps on you or the hands prodding at you. you become aware of how heavy your head is, hanging down as you gawk at yourself. you see a trail of drool that appears to be coming from your mouth--which you can't feel--but is being filled with a ball gag.

as your vision becomes clearer, you're able to process what you're seeing. there are double-ended hooks sticking out of your flesh. on both legs, one end of the hook is in your thigh, and the other end is through your inner labia. it forced them to stay spread and treated to rip out a chunk of your thigh if they didn't. it looked extremely painful...but you couldn't feel it.

a wand stuck up from a pole at the perfect angle to be anchored against your clit, overstimulating you. gloved fingers prodded at your entrance. these, you could feel. you couldn't seem to feel any pain, but you could certainly experience pleasure. whimpers start leaking from your mouth, and your hearing comes back, and you hear a doctor talking, "...they're responding really well to the nerve stimulants."

another voice chimes in, "yes! note that there's zero reaction to pain and enhanced reaction, beyond normal levels, to pleasure stimulants."

you feel so so so good...better than you've ever felt before. better than you knew you could feel. you're so close and have never been so desperate to cum, but you can't. you want to so bad, but it feels like your body is involuntarily fighting it off.

"...just as expected, there seems to be a linear increase in pleasure but no actual climax, just a perpetual build-up, rather."

"...do you think they will peak, or plateau? or maybe never stop rising?"

"we'll have to leave them here like this for a couple of days at least to find out..."

panic sets in. but the high quickly mellows you back down, and you sink back into the pleasure...you never seem to sober up or stop getting closer, but you never cum.

after hours of this, you begin to lay there with your eyes closed, drooling. desperate, miserable, hopeless that anybody will ever end this and just let you cum.

finally, it starts to feel numb, like the rest of you. you're thankful. you dare to open your eyes in a moment of hopefulness, and are met with a large hook pierced through your mutilated clit. you're horrified, and want to scream, but you can't feel it. there's no pain. suddenly just pleasure, again. you feel something pumping in and out of you. before you can even see what it is, your eyes involuntarily roll back. you moan.

you feel the object pull out, and you whine at the emptiness and loss of pleasure. a gloved hand prods at your ass, and you feel cold as it slathers you with lube. you feel full again, but in a different hole this time. it feels good, but not as much. you whine in desperation again, because you'll never be able to cum from this alone--and now that your clit has been mutilated, you may never be able to cum again.

you slowly start to sober up after what felt like hours of abuse, and your feeling starts to return. the intense pain in your legs, your cunt, your ass. you felt like you had been turned inside out and violated in the worst possible ways, and you couldn't quite remember what they had been stuffing inside of you...

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Goretober Day 1: Cannibalism

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Thinking about a Dom tying me up, face down, ass in the air, and then calling his intact male Great Dane over and letting it take out its heat on both my holes while I scream and beg for it to stop.

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