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• Humiliation Kink phone Sex

  October 14, 2026

  Turning Out Pathetic Boys

  I had Bryson over at my place on a quiet afternoon. He was supposed to help me move a few boxes, but the second he walked in and saw me standing there in just my shorts I knew the real reason he came. He always looked at me a certain way. Soft eyes. Nervous hands. The kind of look pathetic boys get when they already know they are going to end up on their knees.

  I let him stand there for a minute while I finished a drink. Then I pulled the waistband of my shorts down just enough. My cock was already half hard, thick and heavy, the head shiny. Bryson’s mouth opened a little. He tried to look away and failed.

  “You staring at it like you want it,” I said. “Go on. Get closer.”

  He stepped forward like his legs were not fully his. I pushed my shorts the rest of the way down and let everything hang free. The weight of it made him swallow hard. I wrapped my fingers around the base and lifted it toward his face.

  “Open.”

  He did. No argument. Just that quiet little sound pathetic men make when they give in. I tapped the head against his tongue a few times, then pushed past his lips. Warm. Wet. His eyes flicked up to mine and stayed there while I fed him more. I held the back of his head and started slow, letting him adjust to the stretch. He was already drooling.

  Making Him Take It

  I kept my voice low and steady while I fucked his mouth. “That’s it. Look at you. On your knees for me like you were made for it. All that muscle and you still fold the second I pull my cock out.”

  Bryson moaned around me. The vibration felt good. I pushed deeper until his nose pressed against my stomach and held him there. Tears started in the corners of his eyes but he did not pull back. He stayed. Good boy. When I finally let him breathe he was gasping, spit running down his chin, cock still resting on his tongue.

  “Get on the floor. Hands and knees.”

  He scrambled into position on the wooden boards. I spit on my cock, stroked it once, and lined up behind him. No condom. I wanted him to feel every inch and I wanted him full when I finished. I pushed in slow at first, just the head, watching the way his back tensed. Then I gave him the rest in one hard thrust.

  He cried out. I grinned and started moving. Deep strokes that made the wet sound fill the room. Every time I bottomed out I leaned down and spoke against his ear.

  “This is what you came for. Not the boxes. This. Being used by someone who actually knows how to own a hole. You are going to take every drop and thank me for it.”

  I fucked him harder after that. Hands gripping his hips, pulling him back onto me with every thrust. The slap of skin got louder. Bryson was moaning into the floor, body rocking, completely open. I reached under and found his cock hard and leaking. I ignored it on purpose. He did not get to come yet. This was about me.

  When I felt it building I leaned over his back and locked my arms around his chest. I slammed in as deep as I could go and stayed there, pulsing hard. Thick ropes of cum filled him while I kept grinding, making sure none of it spilled out yet. He shook under me. I stayed buried until the last twitch faded.

  I pulled out slow. Watched the mess start to leak down his thighs. Then I stood up and looked down at him still on all fours, breathing hard, hole open and used.

  “Clean yourself up when you can walk again. Next time you show up ready to work, bring that mouth first.”

  I left him there on the floor while I went to get water. The room still smelled like sex and sweat. Bryson stayed quiet for a long time. When he finally moved he did it carefully, like his body already belonged to me a little more than it had an hour ago.

  That is how it starts with the pathetic ones. One hard fuck and they keep coming back for more.

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• Hungry Wolfe Phone Sex

  September 9, 2026

  How I Turned Him Into My Sex Slave

  The cabin sat deep in the black woods where the trees grow so thick the sun never really reaches the ground. I built it myself years ago after I first learned what I was. Alex. Non binary. No limits. And I fucking love to fuck.

  Most nights I stay in my usual form, but when the hunger hits I let the change take me. Bones stretch. Muscle piles on. Fur erupts across my skin in thick orange and white waves. My cock thickens into a heavy, veiny monster that hangs between my thighs like a weapon. I become the big huge hot horny wolf that owns these woods.

  Tonight the hunger was loud. I padded out under the moon and found him on the trail, some soft city boy with wide eyes and soft hands. He looked so small. So pathetic. Perfect.

  I stayed half shifted, still mostly human shaped but with the ears and the eyes and the scent that makes weak boys follow without thinking. I called to him soft, told him the cabin had a fire and food and a place to rest. He followed me like a lost puppy. They always do.

  The Cabin Belongs to the Wolf Now

  Inside the door locked behind us. The fire cracked and threw long shadows across the wooden walls. I let the full change roll through me in front of him. He watched my body swell, my chest broaden, my cock rise and thicken until it slapped heavy against my belly. His mouth fell open.

  

  I grabbed him by the scruff of his soft shirt and shoved him down onto the old mattress. My claws tore the clothes off him easy. He was already half hard from the scent alone. I pressed my muzzle to his throat and breathed the change into him.

  His body arched. Bones popped. White and grey fur raced over his skin. His cock jumped and thickened but stayed smaller than mine, the way it should. In minutes the soft boy was gone. In his place was a trembling young wolf with wide eyes and a leaking tip, staring up at the massive cock I dropped onto his chest.

  I climbed over him, pinned his shoulders with my big paws, and let that thick red shaft rest against his muzzle. “Open,” I growled. He did. I pushed in slow, watching those lips stretch around the head, then the thick middle, until his throat bulged. The wet sounds filled the cabin. I fucked his face with long deep strokes, balls resting heavy against his chin every time I bottomed out.

  When I finally pulled free his tongue hung out and strings of spit connected us. I flipped him onto his back, shoved his legs up, and lined that fat cock against his new hole. One hard thrust and I sank in to the knot. He howled. I kept going, pounding him into the mattress while the cabin creaked around us. Every time I slammed home I felt the change settle deeper into him. He was mine now. A proper wolf bitch made to take this cock whenever I wanted.

  I knotted him hard and stayed locked while I pumped load after load into his guts. Outside the wind howled through the trees. Inside there was only the wet slap of my hips and the broken little whimpers of the boy who used to be human.

  When the knot finally shrank I pulled free and let him curl up against my chest, still leaking, still shaking, already sniffing at my cock again like he needed another taste. That is how it always goes in this cabin. I lure them. I change them. I fill them. And they leave as something better, something that will come running the next time the hunger hits me.

  I am Alex. I am the wolf. And these woods belong to me.

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