Author: switchfun

fantassdick-fantasies:

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It took several big, strong men to hold him
down and apply the numerous restraints; he was tireless in his efforts to resist,
but he was outnumbered. The medic wouldn’t have stood a chance against him on
her own; she needed the team of large male orderlies to subdue him. The captive
screamed and cursed at the other men while she watched from the other side of
the glass partition.

For the most part, the orderlies ignored him- talking amongst themselves as they
coordinated his binding– but when he accused them of being “traitors to their own gender,” a few of
them were taken aback, slowing down and trading nervous glances with each
other. Before any of them could act on their newfound guilt, she moved in and
urged them to finish, before promptly ordering them to leave.

Some of them looked visibly remorseful. They
had just helped incapacitate one of the few remaining “wild men;” rogue civilians who had bravely refused to submit to the
new female reign and were now roaming the continent without any clothes and limited
resources.

Now that they were alone together, the medic
took a few moments to look him over up-close. Sweating- and visibly tensed with anger– he was beginning to understand that his
window for resistance had closed. He had his fun running around, trying to
outwit the new order, but all good things must come to an end. When she raked
her fingers through his belly fur, he flinched and spit at her in defiance- the
slobber missing her face by mere inches.

“That
was a close one,” she whispered softly, “they almost showed mercy on you. Thank god for these cuffs and straps.
Restraints are unsympathetic, you know? They
won’t change their mind when they’re holding a man down, and they won’t provide
any comfort to his aching muscles if he fights against them. Yes… once fully
locked and secured upon a man, his opportunities for negotiating are gone.
Doesn’t it make you so angry? You know, the fact that you are now helpless
against a woman, because other- more obedient- men helped wrap these pesky
little things around your limbs? There’s absolutely nothing you can do now.”

Her words had indeed whipped him into a foam
of outrage, his teeth clenched and his struggles against the many straps
renewed.

“Restraints
cannot be persuaded or broken,” she continued musing, sliding her little
hand underneath the blanket covering his midsection and poking his enormous
testicles with her fingers, “but men can
be.”

fantassdick-fantasies:

UNBREAKABLE

It took several big, strong men to hold him
down and apply the numerous restraints; he was tireless in his efforts to resist,
but he was outnumbered. The medic wouldn’t have stood a chance against him on
her own; she needed the team of large male orderlies to subdue him. The captive
screamed and cursed at the other men while she watched from the other side of
the glass partition.

For the most part, the orderlies ignored him- talking amongst themselves as they
coordinated his binding– but when he accused them of being “traitors to their own gender,” a few of
them were taken aback, slowing down and trading nervous glances with each
other. Before any of them could act on their newfound guilt, she moved in and
urged them to finish, before promptly ordering them to leave.

Some of them looked visibly remorseful. They
had just helped incapacitate one of the few remaining “wild men;” rogue civilians who had bravely refused to submit to the
new female reign and were now roaming the continent without any clothes and limited
resources.

Now that they were alone together, the medic
took a few moments to look him over up-close. Sweating- and visibly tensed with anger– he was beginning to understand that his
window for resistance had closed. He had his fun running around, trying to
outwit the new order, but all good things must come to an end. When she raked
her fingers through his belly fur, he flinched and spit at her in defiance- the
slobber missing her face by mere inches.

“That
was a close one,” she whispered softly, “they almost showed mercy on you. Thank god for these cuffs and straps.
Restraints are unsympathetic, you know? They
won’t change their mind when they’re holding a man down, and they won’t provide
any comfort to his aching muscles if he fights against them. Yes… once fully
locked and secured upon a man, his opportunities for negotiating are gone.
Doesn’t it make you so angry? You know, the fact that you are now helpless
against a woman, because other- more obedient- men helped wrap these pesky
little things around your limbs? There’s absolutely nothing you can do now.”

Her words had indeed whipped him into a foam
of outrage, his teeth clenched and his struggles against the many straps
renewed.

“Restraints
cannot be persuaded or broken,” she continued musing, sliding her little
hand underneath the blanket covering his midsection and poking his enormous
testicles with her fingers, “but men can
be.”