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He walked into the room wearing only a pair of black shorts.

"What happened to your knuckles?" I motioned to his right hand. 

"I scraped it in a fight last night at the bar." He answered.

"What started the fight?" I asked, interested in the response. 

"Some guy called me a pussy so I beat the fuck out of him." He said.

I nodded. Then I reached up, grabbed his hair and yanked him down to his knees. He wasn’t prepared for that and fell to all fours in front of me. I yanked up so his hands are off the ground and looking at me. 

With one hand still gripping his hair, my other hand slapped him across the head and face. “I am fucking beating on you, pussy. What the fuck are you doing about it huh? You fucking pussy, cumdump, cocksucking son of a bitch.” I accented my statement with more slaps to his face. 

I yanked down my pants. “Fucking pussy.” I said as I jabbed my cock right down his throat, causing him to gag and choke in the process. I fucked his face with a dozen hard strokes before pulling out.

I held his head still by his hair and cock slapped his face. “Fucking pussy. You fucking worthless piece of shit. Take the fucking cock.” His beard felt rough against the underside of my cock. 

I jabbed back into his open mouth. “You liked that? You like getting cock slapped? You like choking on my fat cock, you fucking pussy?” He tried to answer, but I was too busy fucking his face. All I can here is some mumbling noises and his head shaking up and down while still sucking on my cock. 

I raised my feet and catch it on the waistband of his shorts. I stepped down and pulled the front of his shorts down to mid thigh level. “You are fucking rock hard.” I said. “What a fucking pussy.” He tried to pull off to answer but I yanked his hair down and kept him down on my cock.

"Fucking pussy needs to suck on big fat cocks. That’s why you are all hard isn’t it, you fucking pussy." I said to him. He moaned around my length as I continued to drill his face. 

"Fucking pussy. Going to fucking give you what you need. Oh yeah. Take it pussy. Take that fucking cum." I growled as I shot a load deep down his throat. He was choking on it, I think, but I will pushing down so hard on the back of his head that he can’t get off my cock. When I finally released him, he collapsed back, coughing and choking on my load. 

"Fucking pussy." I said. "Get back up on your knees." I kicked him in the side to emphasize my point. 

He got back onto his knees. I looked at his miserable face for a second before giving him a hard kick right to his balls. He immediately collapsed again, rolling on the ground, hands cupping his tortured nuts.

I watched him roll on the ground for a bit before taking my cock and pissed all over his body. I aimed for his face and mouth so he splattered and choked on my piss. I kicked his legs open and his hands away from his crotch. 

"Are you a pussy?" I ask him, stepping on his balls and trapping his balls between my feet and the ground.. 

"Yes Sir. I am a pussy." He answered, his face all tight from the pain and I can see him stopping his own hands from protecting his balls. 

"Jerk your cock." I told him. He reached down his with uninjured hand. I slapped that hand away and stepped down harder on his balls. He screamed out at the pain.

"No, use the other hand, the hand that you used to beat on the guy that called you a pussy." I said. He reached down with his injured hand, the bindings all soaked with my piss. 

"What are you?" I asked him. 

"I am a pussy." He reluctantly replied.

"Keep repeating that. Keep repeating until you blow your fucking load." I told him.

And he did. The fucking lowlife chanted how much of a pussy he is while he jerked himself to a explosive load that fly as high as his face. 

"What are you?" I asked him again. 

"I am a pussy." He said in a defeated voice.

I kicked his balls one more time. He instinctively flinched at the pain but was too tired out to really do anything else aside from squirming a little.

"What are you going to do the next time someone call you a pussy?" I asked him. 

"I will tell him that I am a pussy." He softly replied in a broken kind of voice. 

I kicked his balls again. His body flopped from the pain. “No, you fucking stupid piece of shit. I humiliate you. I call you a pussy. If anyone else does, you beat the fuck out of him. Then you can come here and fucking beg me to use you like the pussy you are. You understand me pussy boy?” 

He looked up at me, a little shocked. Then he smiled. “Oh hell yeah.” 

"Watch what you say to me." I said. I kicked his leg. "Get the place cleaned up, pussy."  

"Yes Sir!"

(Source: cariocasmen)

Let’s live together in a van in Maui and smoke weed all day.

This is me:

femme4masc:

Doms. Masc tops. Boys. They’re so precious.
We love them because they’re big and imposing, if not physically, then in terms of their sheer confidence and power. An entire being made up of sheer dominance.
We forget sometimes, though, that every strong, assertive Masc top was once a little boy, and that little boy still lives deep down inside them. I’d go as far as to say they’re part little boy, part puppy: there’s no denying how excitable and impressionable both those beings can be.
So is it really a surprise that nowadays he, your fully-grown Masc Man, literally starts panting when you strip down to his favorite sexy underwear? That his eyes glaze over and a devilish smirk appears in his face each night when he realizes you’re like a new toy he gets to play with? Or that, when you give it to him, he laps at your boipussy like he were an actual puppy and you’d coated it with peanut butter?
*sigh* Even if they forget our favorite flowers, or what toppings to put on our half of the pizza or our dads’ birthdays. Even if they’re bad boys, they always deserve it, just by virtue of how f*cking adorable they are.
Oh, those Tops. What are we going to do about them?
This is me:

femme4masc:

Doms. Masc tops. Boys. They’re so precious.

We love them because they’re big and imposing, if not physically, then in terms of their sheer confidence and power. An entire being made up of sheer dominance.

We forget sometimes, though, that every strong, assertive Masc top was once a little boy, and that little boy still lives deep down inside them. I’d go as far as to say they’re part little boy, part puppy: there’s no denying how excitable and impressionable both those beings can be.

So is it really a surprise that nowadays he, your fully-grown Masc Man, literally starts panting when you strip down to his favorite sexy underwear? That his eyes glaze over and a devilish smirk appears in his face each night when he realizes you’re like a new toy he gets to play with? Or that, when you give it to him, he laps at your boipussy like he were an actual puppy and you’d coated it with peanut butter?

*sigh* Even if they forget our favorite flowers, or what toppings to put on our half of the pizza or our dads’ birthdays. Even if they’re bad boys, they always deserve it, just by virtue of how f*cking adorable they are.

Oh, those Tops. What are we going to do about them?

(Source: menobsession)