WAIT. I CAN POST MY OPEN WOUND TOP SURGERY PICS HERE! HEHE

theres just something sooo intoxicating about being completely at someone else's mercy

puppyboy whining about how he can't take it and it's too much but continuing to grip the sheets and hold on tight because he knows deep down this is what he's good for and this is what he needs. can y'all hear me? puppyboy? puppyboy shaking and crying and he doesn't even know if he's pleading for more or for you to stop because he's so overwhelmed but he knows good dogs don't talk back, they do what they're told the first time? let me know if y'all can hear me.

Boys are like a type of ash tray that moans

that thing i swallowed still lives inside of me…

X-ray, upper GI, with 100 cc of barium contrast swallowed. April 29th, 2015.

I need to go through the most deeply shell-shockingly traumatizing event of my life where i think i'm about to die and then survive it and while i'm still shivering and nonverbal and incapable of crying i need a girl to take advantage of me and guide me into her bed and fuck me because she can and tell me shes the only one that can keep me safe so my brain latches onto her and i become her trauma dog who starts crying if i can't be by her side 24/7 and feels safe and loved and happy when she hits me and abuses me.

trying the reblog trick!!!

also. rly need to be hunted for sport and shot with traqs so that i eventually wake up tied to the hood of someone's car, leaking cum because they couldn't wait to get home to use their trophy