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He let me hit because I gave him a sticker and called him a good boy

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My pet is where it belongs, on my lap, in my grasp, under my watch. It doesn't need to worry, it deserves to relax, it knows it is owned. My pet obeys because it knows it will be taken care of. My pet can sigh in relief because it knows it will be directed. It's a good pet and I strive to be a good owner for it

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"youre so tight" "i might be too big" "you can take all of it right puppy? gooood boy i knew you could" "shhhhhh" "look at me puppy." "awwwwe what a good boy you are" "puppy want a treat?" "be a good dog and stay still/stay quiet" "you wanna cum? ask first" "dont you wanna make your owner happy?" "you can cum one more time i know you can" "look how wet you are for me" "youve been craving me i can tell from how desperate you are"

this post is about how much i love talkative doms/tops

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Kinda vague prompt but can you do some of your ur usual shit but like. In a truck. Like one with a bench seat. I like pretty much all the shit u post about. Js... truck. In a truck.

as an avid truck sex enjoyer, this is awesome ty :] this one's not very forcemasc-y but it's VERY dad/son fauxcest-y

while i'm all for dad/son incest fantasies, i can't stop thinking about a teenage boy, who opens up to an older man (maybe a family friend, a friend's father) about his relationship with his dad. how he was never there, how he never supported his son when he needed it most. the older man comforts him, wraps him up in a tight hug. "hey... you're gonna be okay bud." the boy sniffles and looks up at him, still clinging to him desperately, "thank you. im sorry for dumping all of this on you." he shakes his head. "don't say that kiddo, there's no need to be sorry. i'm happy to listen. just say the word and i'm there."

he starts spending less time at home, and more time with this older guy. he takes the boy to get food, shows him all his old interests, let's him ramble on for hours about one thing or another. and if the boy's father did anything that upset him, he would always be there to listen.

this kid finds himself thinking about him all the time. how wonderful he is, how patient and kind. he wonders what it would ve been like for him to be his dad instead. he thinks about how he smiles at him when he speaks, how handsome he is. he thinks about how whenever they re going out somewhere, he always rests his hand on the nape of the boy's neck. his hands are big and calloused, but so gentle. he wonders why he gets so excited when he touches him. wonders how his hands would feel cupping his chin or petting his hair.

"i wish you were my dad." the boy confesses to him, on a late night drive. he looks down, finds his hand gripping the truck's bench seat. the older man has gone strangely quiet. looking over at him, the boy tilts his head. "what's wrong?" the man feels his knuckles whiten on the steering wheel. "you shouldn't say stuff like that, kiddo." "why not? you might as well already be my dad, you're the one actually looking out for me."

the man pulls over jerkily, stopping in a forgotten, tree lined road. he exhales heavily, hands still clenched. "hey, what's wrong? did i do something?" he's never this quiet. the kid slides closer to him, and hears him inhale sharply, like the older man had just been burned. "are you ok? what did i do? i promise i wont do it again. please, just tell me whats wrong." he lays a hand onto the older man's knee.

suddenly, the man has the boy by the shoulders, gripping him tightly and pushing him away. he gasps, clearly spooked by the roughness of his touch. "i'm sorry, kiddo. you didn't do anything wrong. it's me." his hands loosen their grip ever so slightly, he starts to rub comforting circles up and down the boy's arm. "you can't say stuff like that." the boy tilts his head. "why?"

he had no idea what to say. because i've wanted to fuck you ever since you first cried into my shirt. because the idea of having you as my son gets me so hard i can't think. because i don't know how long i can have you in my car without losing control and taking advantage of you.

"because i..." he stares down into the boy's eyes.

"you just shouldn't." he starts to break away from the touch, but the kid moves to hold his hand, pouting up at him. "but i really do think of you like that. i think of you as my dad." he inhales sharply again, feeling his cock throb in his jeans. he tightens his jaw and his mind strains with the effort of not grabbing the kid and rutting his cock into him through their clothes.

the kid looks up at him, creeping even closer.

"i love you, dad."

the final shred of self control left in the man is shattered into nothing. he grabs the boy by his waist roughly, and puts his other hand in his hair. he brings their lips together in a sloppy, clumsy, hungry kiss. the boy's eyes go wide and his mouth falls open as he lets out a cry of surprise. this only allows the man to slip his tongue into his mouth.

"wait- mmh!" the boy is pulled roughly onto the man's lap, where he can feel the hard cock pressing up into him. the older man finally pulls away from the kiss and holds the boy's head on his shoulder. "fuck- 'm sorry. love you. god, you're such a good kid. fuck."

he's grinding into the boy's pussy, hissing his apologies into his ear. he can feel the boy take fistfuls of his shirt, gasping and shaking. "wait-what are you doing, please-" "shh. it's okay. you're okay. fuck, i'm sorry- just let me-" his hands grab hold of his hips, pushing the kids small body against his, listening to his shocked moans. the boy is too stunned to say anything, to ask what he's doing, why it makes him all wet down there, why it makes him feel so good. "mnh. shit. im sorry, have to have you- doing so good, champ-nnhgh." he feels the boy lift his head to look him in the eyes. tears are dripping down his cheeks, but his face is twisted in pleasure. his cock throbs so hard the kid can feel his pulse through his jeans.

"feels- nnh! it feels- weird, dad. nmh! dad!" he can't stop himself from slamming the boy's hips down onto his cock. "call me dad. fuck. do it again, son. nngh- say i'm your dad." the boy's thighs shake on his lap. "dad. nngh- you're my dad. mngh! ah! dad- please don't stop- hhnm" the kid feels warmth spreading through his body, and pooling in his stomach. the friction and the rubbing and the hands on his hips are all too much. he feels a pressure building, making his cries for dad even louder.

"ah! nmh! dad, m-my- it feels- nngh! oh god, dad. oh god oh god oh god dad." he feels the kids thrust his hips back and forth on dad's cock, chasing that fuzzy warm feeling in his tummy. "ngh- shit. such a good boy. c'mon son- fuck. gonna make me cum. gonna make your dad cum. nnnh, fuck!"

"dad, dad, dad! nnh! my- it's gonna- oh god daddy! daddy!" the boy doesn't know what's happening. his boxers are soaked through and his head is fuzzy and the pressure in his tummy is too much. he grinds his pussy into his dad's lap hard, in a long downward motion, that finally lets the pressure release.

his dad watches as he quivers, cumming on his lap, completely overwhelmed by the shock of his own orgasm. he watches his boy moaning and crying for him, and feeling his orgasm build, he grabs his hips and presses him down onto his cock, thrusting upwards and cumming in his jeans for his little boy.

the kid collapses into him, panting and shaking, occasionally twitching with aftershocks of his orgasm. the man, huffing and sweaty, embraces him, placing soft kisses on his head. they sit like that in his truck for a long few minutes, catching their breath, before his boy looks up at him.

"i love you, dad."

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His arms wrap tight around my waist and pull me back into his chest, sinking us both into the rugged leather couch. His shirt is drenched in sweat, the scent of nicotine hangs heavy over him. He’s still in the clothes he wore at the gym. I feel his grip crush my jaw, and he places his cigarette in between my lips.

“Suck on it, boy,” he orders. I suck on the cigarette, tasting a bit of his saliva with it. “Suck on it just like you suck on me.” I cough as I inhale the smoke into my lungs. He chuckles, and I can feel it vibrate through his chest, against my back. “A fag with his lips wrapped around a fag,” he teases me and kisses my neck. “You’re gonna be a good boy for my friends, yeah?”

I lean back into his chest. He takes his cigarette back and blows smoke in my face. His fingers make tender strokes through my hair as his friends tease him for how soft he is with me. “Good little bitch, isn’t he?” they tease. “Does whatever you tell him to do.” He spreads my legs for them, holding my thighs back so they can all get a good look at me. He pulls my shirt up and pinches a nipple. His buddies admire my tiny cock. One grips it in between his thumb and finger, and strokes it.

“Don’t be rough with him, don’t wanna hurt him,” he warns them. “Isn’t that right?” a soft murmur into my neck. “You’re all wet for my boys.” I make needy moans as one of them fills me with his cock.

“Aw, he’s blushing.”

I’m pinned against his chest as his friends fuck me. They crack open cans of beer. “Just a few sips ain’t gonna hurt you,” one lifts it to my lips. “Help you relax a bit.” He nods for his friends to give me a bit more. “Don’t give him too much.” The alcohol gives me a warm buzz. My legs tremble and I pant, feeling full as a man releases his load into me.

“Aw, don’t tell me you’re tired already. There’s four more who want their turn.” He strokes my hair again as the next guy comes up. The constant fucking renders me into nothing more than a moaning, needy mess, just as he intended. “That’s my boy. You’re taking it like a man.”

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exhibitionist puppy boy who keeps his curtains open when he changes x creepy older biker boy next door conviently smoking a cigarette right across the street

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"Stay down."

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dick from a guy who isnt your father but wishes he was

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listen. clutching your stupid head to my chest and stroking you. you're not a bad dog. idc what they told you, they were wrong. you're a good, sweet, brave little puppy and you've experienced things that nobody should ever go through. i'm so proud of you for making it this far and still having a heart overflowing with this much kindness. i love you so much.

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“fuck, kid, i can’t believe we’re doing this..”

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teacher who gets insanely turned on when u accidentally call him dad. is this anything

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Cockwarming? Cockwarming while I do my work? Cockwarming while I play games or draw? Come on puppy take it like a good boy should

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Thinking about soft cock sucking where the point isn’t to get you off but rather because he enjoys having something in his mouth , mindlessly suckling on your tip with his eyes fluttered shut and contented hums escaping his lips, the girth of it forces his mouth to stretch wide when he sucks you down, and the slight stinging feeling that comes with it sends blood rushing down to his own cock, taking you so far to the point where your balls are snug against his chin, and he can feel every little jolt of your dick, having you feel so warm and heavy on his tongue, that little bit of weight making him feel all light headed and practically pliable in your arms, laying all snug in his mouth to the point where you can feel his throat muscles working on your cock, hips moving every once a while and leaving him loudly gagging at the thrusts before he’s back to sitting, unmoving just slobbering on your cock

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aw, you want me to hit you, angel? okay, are you gonna say please? are you gonna kneel for me & nuzzle my knuckles like a good pet? go on... kiss the hand you want me to hurt you with.

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i want to fuck him until he’s stupid and sobbing on it. until he can’t talk anymore and has no more attitude to give to me.

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Is it really that wrong to want to toss a boy around? Just rough him up a little. Really manhandle him. Grab him by the throat and pin him up against the wall. Kiss him aggressively, bite his lip too. I don't think there's anything wrong with that honestly

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puppy resting half asleep at their owner’s feet, realizing their owner’s rubbing their boot over their puppycunt while pretending to be completely distracted with work, not even acknowledging puppy’s little whimpers and moans until they start to paw at their owner’s pants