One of my go to's is drugging a man (usually my brother) with devil's breath (scopolamine). This is one of the rare fantasies in which I am my actual gender. I quickly undress him, barely able to contain my excitement. I study his cock, burning the design and feel in my mind forever. I may take a picture or two if I have time. I then fondle him, tugging at his balls and wetting a finger to stick into his asshole. (I have no clue how scopolamine really works but in this fantasy, my victim grunts and whimpers in pain). When he's hard, I taste him and gargle his balls in my mouth. If I'm able, I give him a tit job and watch the cum spurt from his cock. Sometimes I smear the cum on his own lips or make him swallow some. I then push him down and command him to hold his legs, while I lube his asshole. My victim is always a straight guy, usually a homophobe, so I know he has a virgin asshole. I then retrieve one of my many dildos and I don't start of small. I lube up the biggest dildo and impale him with it, relishing in his cries and gasps of pain. When I've grown tired of seeing him writhe, I clean him up and go back to my room. But my fantasy is not yet over. Usually the man is too prideful to say anything about the searing pain in his ass or the feeling of boundaries being torn apart, so when I come out of my room I sit with him and joke as we usually do, while he shifts uncomfortably.
Another fantasy of mine is being a male named Asa. My entire life is the same, save for the fact that I am male. I'm a seemingly easy going and good guy that my coworkers (all women) trust, so they don't hesitate when I ask them for a ride after work or ask them to help me find something in the storage locker. Then when we're in there alone, I pounce. I grab the woman and berate her for trusting me. I tear off her shirt and fondle her tits, pushing her down so I can squeeze one and suck the other. I then pull off her pants, or if she's wearing a skirt, tear off her panties. I don't even try to find proper lube and simply spit on her pussy and rub it vigorously till it seems kind of ready. For my cock that is, I don't care if she's prepared. I grab some duct tape or use her torn shirt to cover her mouth, then I push her down on a table and began fucking her vigorously. Her muffled screams only serve to make me hornier and soon I come inside of her. At this point she's crying and probably pleading with me to let her go--Or maybe she's threatening me, either way I go on. I brutally pull my cock out and redirect it into her asshole. I'd like to think that she'd seize up at that point and let out a sharp shriek. When I'm done with that hole I release her, and she tries to make it to the door but it's the first time she's been fucked and she can't quite figure out how to walk right. She stumbles and falls and I grab her by her legs and pull her back towards me. She stares back at me with mascara and snot streaming down her face and I once again berate her for trusting me before I shove my fist up her pussy and watch as she writhes in pain. When it's all over, she threatens to tell everyone what I've done and what kind of person I am but I shut her up by asking her why she didn't make more of an effort to escape. Why she didn't hit me or kick me. I call her a slut who wanted me to do it to her and she's at a loss for words and is questioning herself. I help her get cleaned up and we leave the storage room and get back to work.