Is Anyone Up For Some Platonic Intimacy That Is Lowkey Erotic

force masc coaching in ways that don't require surgery or hormones (for those with vaginas):

only let them cum/get off if they're wearing a strap

tell them you're gonna suck their balls and then suck on the outer lips of their vagina, refer to it as their balls, don't touch anywhere else, watch them squirm and buck their hips wishing you'd just eat them out all ready

only let them piss if they go through a pee prosthetic

^^ bonus points if they can only use it while you're holding it for them

watch voice training videos with them and masturbate while they practice along with the video

^^ or, better yet, jerk them off while they practice voice training as a real challenge,, see how many sessions it takes for whiney moans to turn into deep grunts,, stop completely and essentially edge them if their voice gets too high whimpering

does anyone care my forcemasc edits

in another life im a swaggy white boy making out with my bf in the gas station bathrooms

idk if i’m even into boot worship in particular but the idea of being collared and leashed and watching your dom stroke in front of you but they won’t let you touch, you’re begging them please please but they say no, til finally ur so pathetic they give you permission to hump their boot as your only source of relief and you just break and go “thank you thank you thank you!!” with that lovey dovey look on ur face?

yeah that’s hot

I guess this is a thing now...

Hey, there. This is mainly a blog I made to talk more openly about my queerness and hopefully interact with (possibly even befriend *looks at you with big eyes*) more trans/queer people. It's what it says on the label— this is my little corner :]

↳ Tank/Axe

↳ He/him + They/them

↳ closeted and untransitioned *sigh*

↳ adult (<25)

↳ this blog will contain nsfw content, you have been warned

↳ asks and dms are open!

↳ always open to make friends <33

↳ that being said, I do not owe anyone a response. if you're a creep/make me uncomfy, i won't hesitate to block

— rusted axe ▪︎☆ <- vent tag for the sake of blocking

fighting with a t-guy over dominace (aka who gets to top) but when i make eye contact - oh no, my muscles give out and suddenly he's overpowered me. i lost, and he's got me pinned, straddling my torso, breathing in my face with a wild look from the brief adrenaline this little bit of exercise gave us, both of us panting from the exertion...

many of you

"Oh boy i sure wish i had somewhere to put out this lit cigarette" i say staring at your cigarette burn covered arm

need someone to forcemasc me. like someone forcibly give me T please i need to stop being too much of a pussy about politics and familial issues and just do what the fuck i want for a change. of course im not going to DO that because of said PUSSINESS but hey maybe you can do it for me???

(Minors dni)

Hey. You. Yeah, you. The fuck are you doing wearing that shit? I told you, no more feminine crap. Fucking hell man, you look like a girl. Not like the man I know you are inside. Anyways, c'mon. We gotta fix this mess.

I'm dyeing all your stuff black and while I'm painting new patches for your jacket, I'm forcing you to sit on the ground with your head between my spread legs so you can get a good look at what you'll have one day. Hold still you fucking dog, good boys know how to wait. If you're that desperate to get off, you can use my boot like a mutt. Don't you dare make me mess up the stitching on these patches though, this shit's a pain in the ass to get right.

When I'm done, you'll finally look like what you're supposed to. Buzzed head, black denim, and a jacket with patches screaming all the things that you were too scared to even whisper when you were entertaining that stupid idea about being a girl. Chains hanging from your belt, and steel-toed leather boots good enough for crushing the assholes who get in your way.

I'm taking you to a concert in some cramped grimy basement later. It'll be loud, but your voice cracking from the T I'm putting you on will be louder.