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🕑 Added 2024-05-18 13:24:25 +0000 UTC **(vid is a pov: getting throatfucked by ur verbal dom)**(objectification/humiliation short tale _WARNING:extremely fucked up not for the faint of heart_ ↘︎↘︎)
So it started with giving me head a while back...
First link was super chill. We hung out, exchanged some words, & u milked a giant load out of me. Told me the chemistry was crazy & gave me ur number.
Each session since, u notice my demeanor & treatment towards ya gradually taking on a tone that’s... more & more aggressive... Demanding...
Sub/dom dynamics had been discussed so u thought u knew what u were getting into, & by all regards that first time really was all u expected. There were the obvious classics ofc, the tell-tale hand on back of ur head, meaning I was pleased but also get ready cuz I’m about to explore ur throat on my own terms. There were a few short slaps for direction, all seemed par for the course.
Though, the second time u find urself kneeling on my floor, u notice the facefucking definitely begins a bit sooner than before. & before u know it, I had u laid on ur back. I tell u relax, & don’t struggle, but my hairy nuts are about to be smashed over ur nose for a while. u hear me say to myself "let’s see how long this one can hold its breath." ur relaxing ur throat & found it all charming, didn’t even really register that initial depersonification.
I’m keeping my dick firmly held down ur throat for what feels like ages, when I begin hurling degrading verbal ur way. u also notice a slight sadistic tendency of mine where the minute u begin to show any signs of discomfort, u can bet my dick will always be kept in that much longer. Everytime u signal for a break, I plunge as deep as I can & hold u down. When ur gagging gets more violent first I start laughing, & then I resume fucking ur throat in tight thrusts so u can’t free yourself.
When I finally do let u catch ur breath, I usually step right over u & effortlessly smother u with my ass till we’ll go almost an hour where there’s barely one minute u weren’t fighting for air.
"God it’s the best when u struggle, feels so fucking good."
I’m sure to call out & bring to ur attention how u be acting.
“It’s funny to me fag, ur instinctive motions after I finally pull my dick our ur throat, even as u r gasping for breath… it’s to immediately find my dick again w/ ur lips.
"Like fag instinct,"
The way I laugh at u & spotlight ur faggy tendencies - makes u feel seen.
First time I directed u to speak, I required verbal recognition of the way u acted round me. All ur fag behavior. I had u admit to me dicksucking was in ur nature. U obeyed & I praised u
"Good faggot."
I added u as my regular bitch & told u never to text me. I would hit u up first & if u can’t make it to me when I say, u get three strikes. I want u on my time, & I want u to respond to my beck & call. The audacity of this request u might’ve internally scoffed at, but… u always answered my call & u fell in line, becoming my regular lil cumdump.
U didn’t even really notice when my praises & “good faggots,” subsided & my comments took even darker turns. After I’d get u to admit some aspect of ur sub-nature, my responses now were usuallysomething along the lines about how fucking dumb u looked. No matter how mean I became, it just made u more enamored, predictably & ur fav seemed to be when I’d feign disbelief at just how willing & eager u are to deprive urself of air, or even social outtings & prior engagements for that matter. How quickly I got u to obey me, truly fuckin pathetic. I’d say how wild it was to me, just how pathetic u act for me, & it’s almost like u just wanted to prove to me u could be wilder.
"Moronic cocksucker, fucking automaton,"
That was the first insult I called u where I could tell I surprised u. & probably also the last hook that secured my catch. No matter how much some of my jabs might’ve started to sting, the meaner I got, the more brutal, the less I showed respect for ur autonomy, all of it only served to feed that submissive gleam I could bring out in ur eyes. Our next couple sessions go like this too, I have fun verbally abusing u, tearing down ur esteem & simultaneously terrorizing ur airways, & u fall further in to what will be ur new life.
So, it’s around the fifth of sixth time u responded immediately to my request for a bitch, & u’re on ur knees within the hour of sending it. This time seems a bit different because there are 0 words exchanged. I’ve led u inside, onto the ground, & shoved my dick to the back of ur throat. After about 15 minutes in & ur presence hadn’t been acknowledged by me even once, other than the utility I was getting thrusting away past ur tonsils, clearly.
I jumped straight into taking full advantage of that throat, humping ur mouth, grinding ur face in my ripe bush, my pubes feel like course sandpaper on ur face from how hard the assaultis. & notably, my package is particularly musky & rank that day. Tho the smell made u feel like u were floating, eventually u become slightly dejected at... me having not one word said to u. Just ignored & used. & even still, floating in my pheromones & sitting with the factual reality of having ur gullet actively violated & any semblance of personhood disregarded, ur dick reacts to this situation by straining against ur faggy jeans & leaking wet spots near the zipper.
Then, I slide one of my hands from behind ur head, beneath ur jaw, tilting ur face up towards me, & I look right into ur eyes.
Finally, breaking the silence, I ask (w/ no hint that I’d be removing my cock I’m sliding in & out in short strokes just past ur windpipe,)
"damn, so u legitimately really enjoy becoming a fleshlight for me, huh?"
I leer down at u.
"Answer me fleshlight," & the last syllable is spit out accompanied by a rough whack to the back of ur head.
U sputter from the blow & still, attempt to gurgle out an affirmative. Ur gurgling fails to synthesize anything coming close to coherent vocalization, & I laugh at u before hocking up a thick loogie, flash u an incredulous sneer & then initiate a controlled, slow drip, watching ur eyes as a fat, yellow gob appears between my lips. It’s so viscous it forms a massive flared bulb before it can break its tension & fall, as I hover over u trying not to laugh, I get it to land square on ur nose. No corner of ur cocksucking face is spared from the drip radius. I had spit on u before, but this slow methodical loogie felt so much more raw, utterly humiliating, & as its happening it makes u so fuckin worked up, u’ve transitioned from attempting to form the words "yes, I love being ur fleshlight" around my fat veiny dick, giving up on the futile task of fighting against my throbbing head obtrusively stretching ur vocal chords & instead decided to vigorously nod ur approval. Of course this also has the effect of bobbing ur head up n down on my cock perfectly & the sight of u suckling on my dick, nodding enthusiastically at being turned into an object & my fighting mucousy snot splattering all over u made me laugh even harder. At this point my cock hasn’t pulled out from ur throat for a good several minutes & my laughter turns cruel.
"fuck faggot, what makes u more happy, admitting ur just a tool, or getting feeling my phlegm bless ur faggot face? Jesus ur dumb."
ur violently convulsing & coughing now, which is my cue to plunge all the way in, leading u with my cock in ur throat up against a wall & hocking another loogie this time right in ur eye.
It feels incredible for me. To u, no idea, probably feels like I’m leaning my full weight on the back of ur skull.
After this hookup, I stop referring to u as anything but, "my fag fleshlight."
U fucking love it.
Not surprising in the least, this next level of objectification has only heightened & enhanced that utter drive u seem to possess which tells u please me, make me feel good, above all else. Competing to be my best cocksucker ever. It’s in ur faggot DNA. I know it full well, & I have all the tools to abuse my knowledge, which only drives ur obsession madder. u find urself daydreaming incessantly about the next time u’ll get the privileged view bowing between my thick hairy thighs, obsequious as u are helpless watching me getting off as u struggle.
Getting ignored becomes a rarity & gives way to endless ridicule.
I stare straight into ur soul as u nod & mumble best u can, trying dutifully to respond to ur master’s relentless interrogation.
I don’t stop - "ur just a fleshlight for me, u know that right?," " aaaand ur ... totally fine with that right fag?", "don’t u think that’s pretty low of u fag?", "u do? so u agree ur acting like a little lowly cockslut?", "no dignity for this dick right?" "ur just happy to be recognized as the dumb fag fleshlight u are huh?", "this is what fleshlights like u was born to do" "so ur fine with being my fuckin pocketpussy", "stupid pussyboy," "faggot," "u know that’s all u are to me?", "u love me for putting u in ur place, don’t u faggot?", "haaha, admit it." "keep gagging like a whore iiif u agree this is the most useful u’ve ever been." "awww, look at that, love to see it!" "Guess I’m basically performing a public service!", " Aw, does fag love how not afraid I am to call it like it is?" "keep ur throat open," "worship my dick fag, worship" "tell me u love me with ur throat dummy,"
Every time u think the final layer of humiliation & debasement has been reached I pummel thru it, laughing at the surprised excitement that twinkles up in ur expression.
"u should taste my meat everybreath u fuckin take." "that’s only right yeh?", "I mean, taking my dick, that’s the only purpose u serve here." "reason why ur alive, huh?" "being my dick servant is ur only fucking purpose, dumb bitch." "don’t even deserve air if ur not sucking me off whenever I want don’t u think?" "damn, I don’t even really believe u can think" "yeah I think u have juuuust enough activity, in that smooth fucking fagbrain of urs, to tell u- what ur primary function is...."
& then - a barrage of hard slaps. Open palms, both hands, over & over,
"ur A DUMB ~slap* FUCKING ~smack* DICKSUCKER & U BELONG ~slap* TO ME" I land a smack that even stings my hand & rattles ur orbital.
& just like that ur streaked w/ tears.
"Fucccck yes, cry for me."
I pull out the back ur throat & come down to ur level.
Suddenly I’m spitting on u again, all over, & in between each powerful gob that lands I tear into what’s left of ur ‘self worth.’
"this is what u wanted, stupid."
‘PAH’ the force of it stings ur newly tenderized face.
"I’m gonna cover every square cm, glaze u in my saliva, mmhm, thank me."
"Thhaank you, thank u for ur godly spit Master."
‘PAH’ It hits u straight in ur mouth just finished thanking me.
"that’s right homo, ur a supid loser, ur fucking lucky I chose to use ur ass" I’m leaning in closer to you. My face is boring intently down on yours. I push three fingers into ur mouth, pushing past ur lips & sliding them all the way down to ur tonsils. As u gag I use two fingers on my other hand to plug ur nostrils, & finish the swift violating movement by hocking up a fat gob from deep in my chest, & ejecting it square on the forehead, once again.
"U LOOK SO FUCKING STUPID, GODDAMN," I say, starting to wriggle the fingers I have in ur throat to get u to keep gagging.
The normally half playful undertones in my voice have all but vanished & I feel u shift uneasily, maybe a little fear creeping in.
I take my hand out of ur nose & wipe it in ur hair, then start stroking the back of ur head lovingly while subtly pushing it into the hand so my fingers get inched even further down ur throat.
"I love treating u like this,"
I’m still punctuating the end of each sentence by chosing a new spot on ur face to spit on. I repeat myself, "Fuck I love treating u like this," "God ur so lucky I’m such a mean perv, pretty sure I’m the only person who’s able to give u purpose like this aren’t I?" In a fluid motion, I stand up & pivot the - at this point almost entire fist - I have in ur throat a full 180, softly repositioning ur head to look up at me, pulled up by ur palette.
u cough & sputter & I take my hand out and quickly give u a fast slap.
"ur not worth anything but abuse," "Thank me"
u get out a pathetic thank u as u try to control ur burgeoning sobs.
"HANDS ON THE FLOOR." Instantly, u obey.
"Daaamn"
I take a small step forward & put my trainers down over ur knuckles, ur pathetic crying interrupted with winces.
"Little bitch boyyyy. Is it even a fucking boy? I don’t think so."
"Tell me. Say it to me, call urself a pathetic faggot."
Head spinning & ur vision about 10% u find my form & cough out feebly, "I’m so stupid, Master. I’m a pathetic faggot."
I bring my trainers down heavier over ur flattened palm as u grit ur teeth,
"Now tell me who owns you. Tell me exactly how much control I have over you."
Flustered for a half a second but eventually u sense exactly what I’m looking for & don’t dissapoint,
"u own me. ur my Master, & I’m so lucky to be ur property. I’ll do anything u tell me, Sir."
I step off ur hand & look down.
"Fucking priceless."
I step over u & clamp my hairy ass down over ur mouth, letting our a ripping fart, reverberating off ur beaten face & making a sound so insane & distinct I can’t contain my laughter.
"Did I just hear u fucking moan faggot?"
My laughter is so derisive it cuts straight through ur core,
"Just keep finding new uses for my toy, don’t I? Lemee get this straight, a fleshlight, a punching bag _and_ a fart bag!?"
If possible ur bright red face burns a shade brighter.
"This just keeps getting better, found myself a truly inferior lil subhuman to fuck with"
I take a step back, appraising you. ur figure is hunched over, blissed out, reeling.
"god what fucking loser." The words are so full of disgust I think I spot the beginning of a literal recoil, but no reaction is allowed before
*SMACK~ I deliver the hardest thwack yet.
u gasp out any air left in ur lungs, but u can’t even regain ur posture before I land another,
"IDIOT." *SMACK~
With the second u’ve involuntarily doubled over. On the floor crying.
I prod ur spine with my shoe, chuckling a little at ur flinches.
"Worthless retard, fucking compose urself."
I hear whimpering escape but I also hear the thank u I was looking for & smile widely.
"faggot realizes we’ve barely started right?"
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These events comprised barely the first half hour, but this is the first time I made u stay over all night. It’s also the same session I had u change my saved name in ur phone. "‘God.’ Write it in there, go on."
I watched u do it. "While that’s out, go on & send me $50."
u obey like second nature & but I see flashes of worry in ur eyes." "We’ve barely scratched the surface, & ur new life of dedication has really just begun. Exciting isn’t it?"
I flashed u the notification on my own phone revealing ur contact I already have labeled as "faggot property"
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At certain points, maybe, all of this has definitely elicited some hesitation.
But then again, & as I’m often fast to point out, ur dick never fails to throbin response each time I introduced some new aspect to our dynamic which somehow upped the ante for ur degradation & humiliation. Ur excitement at my increasing control really unable to be denied.
& I take notice of it all too. When u hesitate, asking questions to deepen my understanding of why. Incorporating the psychology into my approach has proven very effective. Sharp smacks are implemented, when ur disobedient, even accidentally. & in the deepest moments of ur sub space, in that blissful precipice between glazed out & alert - I’ll snap u out of it to remark on how happy u look, how elated u are, letting u make the connection that this is what u shud be always do with me in ur presence, letting that slutty fag nature fully take over, truly letting urself become - MY fag fleshlight.
From before we even met I was cued in, just the fact that I directly let u know my intentions were to fuck that night, & ur dating profile goals explicity stated u were not looking for that, & yet u still offered to drive all the way over to my place. The way when it came time all I had to do was smirk at u then glance once at the floor in front of me, & you’d instantly dropped to ur knees. The way u swallowed every drop of my cum, thanked me profusely afterwards, & the way u left immediately once I told u I had a busy night, walking out my door schmeared in my spit. 😂 Yeh, that entire first hookup cemented just how eager, submissive & obedient I could get u to act for me.
I started my conditioning then, it has escalated to a point where I know u don’t go a day without craving me treating u - in ways most regular people would call - like trash. But the end goal is getting u to admit tr not ‘regular people’, that ur not even ‘people,’ really, around me. Ur my fleshlight. Sometimes my fleshlight pretends to be ‘people,’ sure... but it knows what it really is deep down.
Fuck, I’m fully stripping away ur humanity, systematically, just for fun. For the hell of it. Because it gets me off watching u pathetically yearn for my approval & it makes me laugh that I’ve twisted ur fagbrain up so bad that u associate my approval with my hail of insults calling u a dumb, idiotic lil loser. & after all that laughing at how rock hard being a pathetic trash bag makes you😂 Yeh u might’ve guessed it, but down the line caging up that dick is definitely on the agenda as well.
All of this might’ve offended at one point too, back when my slave toy still might’ve suspected it were anything else other than just my fucking property... & it happens all so subtly & so fast that there will be certainly be times when my new property experiences stronger bouts of hesitation, struggling to accept that its true nature has blossomed & its about to live its life dedicated to being a living, human fuck toy for my benefit... It’s safe to say I have a strong grasp on how to handle every emotion coming ur way, & my methods will always drag u deeper into acceptance of ur true role. I already see how grateful my new fleshlight is for being given the opportunity to cary out the duties and functions it was born for.
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so when ur phone pings...
GOD:
"tonite -strip & kneel outback next to my bins before 10. toy will expect serving as receptacle overnight, & i might have some friends over. Oh & if i come out to collect ur bitchass & ur not there, hands behind back, mouth open & tongue out, facing my trash - u’ll be sleeping locked in that dumpster bitch😂"
Part of ur fagbrain might dwell for a moment on that very first time we met. Afterwards you’d consider me a fuckbuddy, an equal. & if a fuckbuddy had sent a text like this one, u’d assume it were purely fantasy, & maybe respond haughtily, bratty, defensive...
But that train of thought is gone as soon as it arrived, distant & if remembered at all within seconds it’s a hazy outline of something vestigial.
no, now, trained & having no doubts of its own inferiority, it can do nothing but reread my words over & over, smiling, giddy, flushing. ur loftiest goals in what u call a life all condensed into a neat list of orders. Tonite, ur only thoughts are not about kneeling, naked,exposed on the cement out behind my dumpster, pussymouth agape, waiting for more commands, 😂
Feels good, feels... right, doesn’t it dummy? 😏
There was only ever one reply for trash like u.
faggotproperty:
"omw, thank u for the opportunity God"
