[Non-Consent] M/M/M/M/ftm; It wasn’t a problem until he slid his hand onto my thigh.

Something I wrote out in a feverish horny haze the other day & have touched up to make more sense now! This is fantasy.

Kinks/Topics/Tags:

Rape / Noncon, violence, slapping, bondage, anal, painal, double penetration, oral, bukkake, facial, creampie, humiliation, degradation, mild blood play, mild knife play, implied blackmail, implied misgendering

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It wasn’t a problem until he slid his hand onto my thigh.

The explicit comments, the fake proposed scenarios, the sexual questions. I let it all slide as something that guys just joked about in their spare time.

It felt so good to be included. It felt so right and normal to laugh alongside them. They invited me to hang out, to get lunch, to spend time with them. Their words were nothing but respectful of other people, only playing into the crude and sexual for their inner circle. For the boys who didn’t mind and thought it was fun.

Who I am was never meant to be a secret. One thing led to the next, though, and it felt so nice to just let them believe I was one of them.

When the topic of transgender people came up, it seemed like a good chance. They weren’t being disrespectful. They weren’t totally correct in a lot of things, either, but were well meaning.

“Like, what do you think happens when they get - you know - the surgery? It’s kinda cool that we have that technology now.”

I made my move.
“Crazy story,” I piped up “but not every trans person gets gender affirming surgery.”

“Ooohhh,” they all laughed light heartedly “Gender Affirming Surgery, you know your stuff! Did you date a transgender person at some point?”

This was it. I was a bit nervous, but I trusted them.
“I’m actually transgender!”

Looks of confusion, more than anything, washed across the group.

“Like, should we start calling you ‘her’ or…” A light tension snaked its way through the room.

“Oh - No, I mean… I’m FTM or female-to-male. It’s not a term all trans guys like, but I find it gets the point across.” I’ve done this before. I’ve explained this stuff, talked people through it, answered questions. I’m happy to do it again, even about more awkward subjects.

“Did you get, uh… the ‘gender affirming surgery?’” Carl asked, choosing his words carefully. He was sitting directly next to me, close but not touching. It was a small room.

My experience with him was that the group tended to look to him. His lighthearted charisma had people wanting to spend time with him.

His gaze swept my body, like he was seeing me for the first time. Eyes lingering at my chest, and then my crotch for a moment, before making eye contact again. A small smile played on his lips.

“I didn’t. I personally found that my dysphoria isn’t so bad, I like my body how it is.” I squirmed a little bit under the intensity of his stare. This was new. “As long as the people in my life respect my identity, I’m happy.”

“Right. Well, we do. You’re still our friend.” He looked up and swept his gaze across the room, the rest of the guys nodding. I wondered if they meant it, or were just going along with him.

“Thanks for being cool about it. The thing about dysp-“

Things started to happen very quickly after that.

The words I had been preparing died in my throat when Carl placed his hand on my thigh. Gently. Confidently. Firmly. Everyone was looking at us, no one made a sound. Fear rushed through my body as I shot a glance around the room and took stock of my situation.

It was dark out. We were over at one of their shitty college apartments, all five of us packed into the small living room. Vance and Carl’s apartment, not that it mattered. There was only one exit that I knew of, and I was on the far side of the room from it. Carl and Mark were sitting on either side of me. Jack and Vance lounged closer to the door.

While I noticed these things, Vance stood up, strode across the room, and firmly shut the door. His expression was unreadable. The hand on my thigh slid between my legs. My heart was pounding.

“What are you doing?” My voice sounded far away. I was frozen in place.

Everyone knew the answer. No one spoke it. The room was silent. Tense. I felt like a terrified prey animal, holding still and hoping somehow that the danger would pass.

I tried to stand up. Mark grabbed my wrist, pulled me to my knees, and wrenched my arm behind my back in one powerful movement. Hunger flashed through his eyes, and I attempted to rip my arm away from him. He didn’t flinch, dragging me closer. His hand clamped around my other wrist and he twisted it painfully behind my back with a firm, practiced movement.

By this point, fear was coursing through my body. I didn’t know what the best thing to do was. Do I scream? Fight? Wait for it to be over? I couldn’t find my words. My breath was coming in fast, unsteady pants.

Carl found another option for me. He planted one hand on my groin and another on my breast. Squeezing. I let out a yelp, and felt the weight of the situation crash down upon me.

I was trapped. I was alone.

I was unbelievably wet.

Carl’s hands explored the folds of my pussy overtop my sweatpants. When his fingers found my clit, he began to pinch and prod. I let out a yelp and instinctively tried to wiggle away. Mark held me firmly in place as Carl shoved the fabric of my sweatpants inside of me.

“You’re wet.” He observed, pulling his hand away and instead palming his bulge. He shuffled closer, his whole body looming over me. “And you’re not struggling very much.”

My body decided that he had a point. As a whine of arousal and fear bubbled up inside me, I began to thrash against Mark’s iron grip and kick at Carl.
“That’s more like it.” Carl took a casual step back from my thrashing as Jack rushed towards us. I felt a wild, unfounded hope bloom in my chest. He was going to put a stop to this.

“Get these guys off me!” I kicked out towards Carl to give myself more space.

A grin crept across Jack's face, and he began to unzip his pants. Vance followed suit from his perch across the room, his face instead unreadable and expressionless.

“For fucks sake —“ I started, but Mark had heard enough. He shuffled behind me and slammed my body face first into the nasty carpet. The force of the impact winded me, and I gasped for breath. I heard a bag rustling and a zipper being pulled somewhere behind me.

Mark was heavier then he looked, and I couldn’t shove his weight off me. His clammy grip kept my arms tight. As I struggled against his weight, I felt his cock getting harder against my ass.

The panicked whines I was making couldn’t have been helping.

“Most people don’t whimper and grind into their rapists.” Mark breathed into my ear. At the word “rapist,” I felt a jolt of arousal push from my stomach into my cunt. The shame and embarrassment that followed left me shaking slightly, my cunt drooling and clenching around nothing.

“Fuck off,” I moaned into the carpet. I couldn’t put any confidence behind the words.

“We will — when we’re done with you.” I heard Jack’s voice taunt me. “Roll him over, Mark. I need something to work with here.”

“Sure, sure. I got an idea.” Mark responded. Lumbering up, I was briefly free. I shot my hands to the floor to push myself up, and he easily pinned them to my sides. Lifting me slightly, he pulled me tight against him and rolled onto his back, exposing me.

“Alright, I got it.” I heard Vance say, the rummaging sounds stopping. I turned my head towards his voice and sucked a panicked breath in.

He had a long spool of twine and a pocket knife. Approaching me with that empty expression.

Jack blocked my view to kneel besides me and quickly clamp his sweaty hand over my mouth. The scream bubbling in my chest was muffled.

Mark was busy holding my arms against my side, but not too busy to hump against my ass. I could feel his hot breath on my neck. He licked me. I cried into Jack’s hand.

From this position, I could see Carl again. He was kneeling over me with his cock out. It wasn’t anything remarkable, really - decent sized, neatly trimmed. The smirk plastered across his face was what made it seem so intimidating. He had completely undressed while I struggled against Mark and Jack. I could see every part of his naked, glistening body.

I realized that Vance had come to kneel besides me as well, setting down his spool of twine. I idly wondered if I could steal the pocket knife from him. I made no move to do so, my protests quieting. Jack pulled his hand away and I whimpered.

Vance had also undressed at some point, his cock stiff above me. He made eye contact with me and flicked the pocket knife open. This refreshed another wave of terror in my body, and I strained wildly against Mark’s iron grip, kicking out again towards any of them. Vance’s cock twitched at my display while he lowered the knife towards me.

Jack groaned. “Hurry up Vance.” He began to palm and grope at my crotch over my sweatpants, using his other hand to jerk off onto my thigh.

As Vance’s blade hovered dangerously close to my throat, a hand grabbed my nose and slammed my head back against the floor. My nose was pinched shut. From my upside down view, I could see Carl's ice cold stare as he held my oxygen captive. His cock twitched and loomed closer to my face, nudging against my lips. I kept my mouth firmly shut, trying to block out the different sensations happening to my body.
Mark’s dick humped against my ass.
I couldn’t see Vance and his knife.
Carl's cock rubbed against my cheek.
Jack’s rough hands gripped my groin.
Darkness started to swirl in my vision, and every feeling in my body was amplified.
I couldn’t breathe.

I came.

My mouth finally opened in a scream of ecstasy and fear, and I gulped greedily for air as my vision returned. Before I had a chance to fully catch my breath, Carl unceremoniously stuffed his cock into my mouth. I'm ashamed to admit that biting down on it never even crossed my mind.

My body convulsed in a different way than before, my orgasm bucking my hips into the air and against Mark’s bulge. This seemed to break the ice, Carl, Jack, and Mark laughing. A small smile spread across Vance’s face.

Vance gave up the tease of the knife-mystery, pulling my shirt taut and deftly cutting it away from my body. Another moan attempted to escape my body, but was blocked by the cock sawing away at my mouth.

The fear of the knife had subsided, knowing that their current intent wasn’t to kill me. That comfort didn’t make the sensation of my pants being cut away any more comforting. It didn’t help when my bra ripped open. It didn't help when he tore off my panties.

It didn’t help when he rested the blade against my breast, pressing in ever so gently. The sting of the blade started to feel uncomfortably intense. Though my vision was blurry and shaking from Carl’s thrusting into my mouth, I saw Vance began to stroke his cock out of the corner of my eye. I squeezed my eyes shut.

“Yup; no gender reassignment here, huh.” I heard Jack remark, leering at my naked body. He resumed his groping and violating, this time moving to my unoccupied breast. His cock pressed into me while he jerked off, sticky and hot.

This comment seemed to shake Vance from the trance he had been in, and he pulled the knife away. I felt a trickle of what must have been blood roll down my breast.

Tears overflowed from my eyes. Carl reached out a hand and wiped some from my cheeks. He brought his fingers to his face, looking into my eyes as he licked my tears from them. His cock retracted from my mouth, and instead slapped down onto my face. Smearing against my tears, jerking himself off into them.

“Don’t worry. It doesn’t matter if you get gender reassignment surgery or not. We can tell you’re a fucktoy either way.” Carl's voice was kind, reassuring. The words were not. I could hear the serene smile in his voice while he pumped against my face.

Vance began doing something by my ankles and legs — something I couldn’t investigate well after Carl stuffed himself back into my mouth, tasting my own tears. I was focusing on staying conscious, on not throwing up, on surviving. I kicked randomly and felt Vance sit on my thighs to hold me down.

After an agonizing minute of nothing but the sloppy sounds of sex and my own terror, I felt the fumbling stop and Vance’s weight lift from them. I jolted my legs and —

My legs wouldn’t move apart.

Vance had tied my legs, once at the ankles and once at the knees. I whimpered into the cock I was being forced to worship and the pace increased.

“Hey, why do you guys get all the fun?” Jack asked. He was still stroking his cock into my breast, groping and fondled at me.

“This bitch is squirmy, I wanna be fucking it, not just holding it still.” Mark snapped back.He was the last one still clothed.
Carl didn’t respond, but his cock throbbed in my throat.

“I’d take your place, gladly.” Jack sulked.

“Whatever. You’ll get a turn next time. Vance, don’t make us wait hours, man.” Mark pulled my wrists in front of my body and held them together with one hand. He presented them to Vance, who wasted no time binding my wrists in twine. Mark released me. It didn’t take long before he moved to knotting my elbows together as well. They pushed my breasts up uncomfortably. With the skill of his tying, I wondered if he had been a boy scout.

Or if he’d done this before.

Vance finished his handiwork, and I strained against the twine, squirming. It didn’t matter. Carl wrapped his hands around my throat and fucked it, abandoning the slow methodical pace he'd established. I let out whines and garbled moans of distress, feeling bile welling into my throat. Carl finally pulled away, but he didn't cum. Drool and spit trailed out with him and coated my face.

Before I could feel any relief, rough hands rolled me onto my back. I felt my legs pushed up, folding me in half. The new position presented my cunt and thighs perfectly, and I felt my own moisture begin to slick down my ass.

“Fucking hell, you’re wet.” Mark groaned. A warm, probing shaft pushed its way between my thighs, right up against my pussy. Mark thrust between my thighs, the bondage keeping them pushed together and tight. He must have stripped while Carl tormented my mouth.

“Finally.” Jack hurriedly took Carl’s place. He straddled my head and knelt, positioning his thighs around my head. His cock was perfectly lined up with my mouth. I could feel the slime from sucking the Carl’s cock drooling out of my mouth, and the steady rhythmic thrusting of Mark between my thighs.

“Open up.” Jack said with a smile, a laugh playing on his face.

“Please…” I gasped, “Please, don’t,” as I opened my mouth to say more, a thunderclap of pain and surprise jolted through my body. My face was stinging. I was vaguely aware of the pathetic squeal I let out as it happened.

I came.

My body convulsed, and Jack shoved his cock down my throat. Using two hands, he held my head in place and pumped into me like a fleshlight. Mark groaned as well, starting to thrust faster and dig his nails into my soft thighs.

I felt a hand groping at my tits, and vaguely saw Carl looming over me. He pinched one of my nipples, pulling and twisting. The unsteady, out of time thrusts into my skull and thighs left me disoriented. My body was on fire.

Jack sped up his thrusting, pushing an uncomfortable lump into my throat each time. He began to squeeze. What little air I was already getting vanished, and I began to see stars.

I came.

Just before he let go of my throat, I shuttered beneath him and moaned, groaned, awfully into his cock. I could feel how soaked my cunt was. While I rode the orgasmic wave, he slowed down his pumps. Going deeper. My throat bulged.
One. Two. Three.
I could feel his cock twitch in my throat. My lips around his dick were sensitive enough to feel the pulsing as he came. Bitter slop pumped into my throat. As he pulled away, he dragged his disgusting seed through the rest of my mouth, leaving a taste I'd never forget. Cum and drool mixed together and formed a sickly glop between his cock and my lips as he left my mouth.

Flinching, whining, sobbing, I squeezed my eyes shut a I coughed and drooled and spit out cum. A rough hand helpfully smeared it around, evenly distributing it across my face before leaving me with another swift slap. Stars danced in my vision.

As my sight returned, I heard a shutter click and saw a flash goes off. It happened once. Twice. Three times.

Vance was holding a nice digital camera with one hand, the strap around his neck and everything. Like a professional. His other hand stroked his dick with a kind of strange, methodical reverence. The camera obscured his face.

Mark sped up his thrusting between my soft thighs, groaning in frustration, before he pulled away. “Get a move on Carl. I know you like the show of it all, but I want to fuck this thing for real.”

I heard a couch nearby squeak, then a contented sigh. I couldn’t see Jack anymore.

Carl returned to crouching over me, his dick still erect. A cruel joy danced in his eyes. He grabbed my jaw in one hand, forcing me to look at him. A blush rose to my face, and I couldn’t meet his eyes.

The other three gave him a wide berth. Watching. Waiting with baited breath.

“Ask me to fuck you.”

My hips bucked involuntarily, my body quivering. It felt so cold without the extra stimulation from the other guys. I tried to wrench my head away from his grip. I couldn't.

I heard a camera shutter. Another flash goes off. Vance is a fucking creep.

“Why - Why would I do that?” I stuttered weakly, wishing I could keep my voice steady.

“Because you know you want it.” He gripped my throat for a moment, hard, and I saw stars. I gasped when he let go a second later, whimpering loudly.

“Because you feel good when we hurt you.” He slapped, and I felt a bruise swelling in my cheek. Before I could react, he slapped me again across the other cheek. My head was spinning.

“Because your body was made for it.” His hand slid down my body to massage my cunt, gently caressing my clit. I'm soaked, and he had easy access to everything. It took all my willpower to hold back another orgasm.

“Because. You. Need. It.” His hand retracted from my cunt and he clamped a nipple between his forefinger and thumb, twisting and pulling cruelty. His gaze pinned me down with such hungry expectation. A starved dog that’d been on the streets too long. Hunger.

He waited.

My body was slick with sweat. I was cold — I couldn’t stop panting. My throat hurt. My wrists hurt. My ankles hurt. My face hurt.

My cunt ached for release. I’d already came — It's wasn’t enough.

“Please.” I breathed. I didn’t want this. There were no other options. I'm soaked. I needed this. I hated it.

“Please what?” He tilted his head, like a bird of prey watching a mouse. He leaned forward in anticipation.

The silence stretched out between us, yawning carelessly. Every second my body was ignored felt like an eternity, as every fiber of my being begged for pleasure.

“Please fuck me.” I felt heat rise to my cheeks, and I couldn’t make eye contact with him.

His eyes lit up with a fire I’d never seen before. Stepping back, he grabbed me by the ankles and folded me in half far too easily. I whimpered as the twine dug into my legs.

He plunged himself into my cunt without any hesitation. Each of his thrusts filled my entire being and forced his whole length inside me. Making love to the bruises he etched into my cervix. He’d been waiting for this. My cunt was aching, soaking, and embraced him. My body betrayed me, and it felt amazing.

I came.

“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuck.” I cried, the rest of my sounds receding into nonsense babbling and groaning as he rocked my whole body with each thrust.

I said before that Carl's cock was fairly normal. It was. But he was far from normal, and my pussy wasn’t that deep. The force that he slammed into me had his cock pumping a bump into my stomach. I could feel more of my insides bruising. Bottoming out inside me wasn’t enough, he needed to own me.

It couldn’t have been that long that he fucked me for. But I came. And came. And came.

After the third or fourth time, my eyes lolled into the back of my head and my body went slack. I couldn’t take any more. I was spent. He’s fucked me so hard I was running out of wetness left.

Yet he persisted. My pussy was on fire, his cock beginning to chafe against my dry walls, and I openly sobbed.

“Please! Please! Unf, stop! It hurts. It hurts! Unf, please! Stop!” Each deep, violent thrust pushed out a new desperate protest from my throat.

Then it was over.

His cock retreated, and he stood over me. His eyes were glassy and his face was full of a serene confidence and bliss. Precum glistened against his cock, still hard and unfinished.

“You guys can fuck my toy however you want now.” I flinched at how he addressed me. His toy. His. As if he carved out a piece of me and made it into his own.

I hadn’t much time to consider the implications of this before Mark descended upon me. I cried out in pain as he tried to cram himself into me, the friction pushing back against him.

“Fuckin hell, man, just -“ The sound of his spit and the wet splat against my cunt made me whine. He pushed a finger inside me, catching his spit and lubing me up with his saliva. Even his finger reminded me of the soreness. Satisfied, he pried my lips apart and stuffed his cock inside.

“That’s it, fuckin finally. That’s good.” I felt him slam against my bruising and whimpered, using what little energy I had left to strain away from him. This had no effect, and he ignored it. His movements grew less frantic as he rocked back and forth, savoring my warm cunt despite its lack of lubricant. I could feel him spit on me a few more times before his humping because more powerful, more confident. I felt myself getting wet again despite the pain, and cursed my body.

He dug his nails into my hips and gathered himself as deep into me as he could get with one last thrust. His cock pressed against my cervix and my pussy clenched in pain as he unloaded his warm cum deep inside of me.

Panting, he staggered off of me and let go. My legs collapsed to the floor and I rolled onto my side and shook all over. His cum leaked from my cunt onto my thighs and the carpet below.

The aching, the humiliation, the fear. Knowing I was being used as their cum dump.

I came.

I felt my body tighten and convulse before I realized what was happening, squelching out hot globs of cum from my cunt. He must have been so pent from fucking my thighs, to come that quickly inside of me.

Rough hands lifted me into the air again, placing me onto the arm of a couch. I was now facing Jack as he lounged on the couch watching TikToks. My arms were bound in front of me, my ass up and my legs dangling. He glanced up from his phone, looking bored.

Cum was rolling down my thighs. A hand trailed up them, sending shivers through my body. Fingers entered my cunt, probing and feeling the cum slime. Rubbing around my groin with it.

Rubbing my asshole with it.

I didn’t have to see to know who was leading this charge.

Shutter sound. Flash of light. I flinched and looked towards the source, and Vance was so, so much closer then I had realized. Getting close up shots of everything.

Had he been there the whole time? Still taking pictures? Had I just not known?

My mind was wrenched away from this line of thought when a cock pressed gently against my asshole. With my legs not even touching the floor, I couldn’t struggle without pressing my ass into him.

“No! No, please.” I was talking into the couch cushions, unable to turn my head out further. “I can’t take that. I can’t. Stop!” There was no answer as the tip slowly teased my asshole’s entrance. Panic overwhelmed me. “No, no no no no stop! Stop!” I had my eyes squeezed shut, my whole body tensed in fear.

I wasn’t expecting the cumshot across my face. Vance's load was powerful and thick, coating my face. Oozing down my cheek to drip onto the couch, where my head would be for a while.

Shutter sound. Flash of light. Again. Again.

Carl's cock buried its full length into my ass before I knew what was happening. I screamed. I’d done anal before. This wasn't the same. Cum wasn't lube, and it felt obvious. His cock was ripping me apart, forcing a new pathway, and the cum made it easier. No less painful. I felt like my brain was being fried. My whole body flailed in pain, and Carl held me in place. As the wave of pain eased slightly, another roaring feeling replaced it.

I came.

I drooled when I came this time, moans of ecstasy came from my mouth as my body twitched and clenched against the relentless cock inside me. He hadn’t even begun to thrust. The violation of my ass was enough to push me over the edge.

His cock drew back slowly, my ass clenching and relaxing repeatedly around him. Trying to make sense of the sensation. He fully pulled out. My ass burned, tears streamed down my face and mixed with cum — Vance’s? Jack’s?

Carl slapped my cunt, and I sobbed. Before I could think, he confidently pushed his cock back into my ass. There was even less cum to make way for him this time, and it hurt almost as bad as the first time. He held me in place while I flailed in pain, again, screaming for him to stop.

“Your body was made for this.” Carl said, holding my hips tight against his crotch. Keeping his cock buried in my ass. “Everything we do to you just makes you more of a bitch. Everything we’ve done so far has made you more desperate.” He drew his cock slowly back out, the tip resting against my asshole once more. He hesitated.

“Please, not again, I can’t-“ I start to protest, and that seemed to be what he was waiting for. He stuffed himself back into my ass, and this time held my head down into the couch cushions to muffle my screaming. I tasted Vance’s cum as I was shoved into it.

“See? Begging is so sexy. Begging me to fuck you. Begging me not to fuck you. It doesn’t matter. Your screams are delicious. The way your body convulses in pain is identical to how it does in pleasure.” He draws his cock out of my ass and pushes it in again. I twitch and make a stupid groaning sound.

He began a purposeful, slow rhythm. Deep thrusts resumed how I remembered them feeling in my cunt before. But their mission was different. My ass was tighter. Each thrust was met with more resistance — but was so lovingly slick from cum.

“That’s more like it.” Carl groaned, fucking my twitching body like a fleshlight. Each thrust elicited a stupid yelp from my mouth as my thoughts drained away through my freshly leaking cunt.

“Beg.” He commanded. Without a second thought, I began to corral my noises into words.

“Please! Please fuck me! Please cum inside my ass! I need it. I need you. Cum inside me. Use me. Use me. Use me.” I continued to repeat ‘use me’ a few more times until it fell away to incoherency.
"Make me like it.” I managed, feeling desperate when he didn’t answer.
“Break me." I needed this to be worth it. I needed this to have a purpose. I needed to make him cum. His thrusts sped up, his breath quickened.

“You’re a toy.” He managed, between thrusts. “One of the most pathetic I’ve ever had.”

I came.

Tightening around his impaling hurt badly, and that pain pushed me deeper into my orgasm. I was only faintly aware of the warm tingling feeling down my legs onto the couch arm, until a different voice spoke up.

“Jesus christ! Did he squirt on the fucking couch? I better not have to clean that up later.” Jack had tuned back in to the show, and his disgust washed over me like a warm glow.

My whole body went limp once again, shuddering. My ass was still being drilled, but I had nothing left.

“Disgusting. Pathetic.” Carl spat on me, and it hit my cheek. I barely registered it as my eyes rolled back into my head. “You’re perfect like this.”

He came.

It was such a strange sensation, to have his warm cum filling up my ass. He held himself there for a beat, plugging it all inside, before slowly drawing himself out. I felt my asshole give way freely to him this time. It was too late to matter. Cum oozed from my ass, and I was faintly aware of the dried cum from the other three guys caking my body.

I whimpered. Someone shoved me off the arm of the couch, and I landed hard on the ground, winded and gasping.

“Anyone need another round?” Carl asked, a smirk clear in his voice.

It took me a few seconds to realize the meaning of the sentence. I was trembling all over. How could there be more? How could there possibly be more?

“We could try one of us in his ass and one in his cunt.” Jack knelt on the floor beside me, shoving my body around and trying out some positions as if I were a doll.

“I’d be down to try.” Mark piped up, joining his friend. While they rotated me around to see what would be best, I was able to catch sight of Carl and Vance. They were hunched over the digital camera in deep conversation.

Mark and Jack finally settled on a position. Mark laid flat on his back, with my body draped face down over him. Jack knelt over both of us, his cock pushing up against my asshole and easily breaking ground. This elicited a small whimper from me, but not much else.

Mark struggled for a bit trying to get it into my cunt, unable to make the position work with my legs bound so tightly.

“Cmon this is stupid. It’s broken. I’m untying it.” Mark complained.

My heart should have soared. Adrenaline should have rushed in. Instead, I blinked stupidly at the wall as they cut my legs free and wrenched them apart. I stayed limp.

Finally, Mark was able to stuff his cock into my pussy. After how much my ass had been abused, this felt like a wave of comfort. Then he pushed deeper. Mark’s cock was thicker. It was stretching my pussy out, and I whined in protest.

“Can’t believe I’m the last one to get one of these holes. Guess it’s only fair, I came first down his throat.” Jack mused.

“Yeah, yeah, poor you. This things so tight, though, damn!”

“Maybe it’s cunt. The ass is feeling a bit worse for wear up here after Carl.”

Mark pressed his fingers around my labia, searching. When he found my clit, he began roughly rubbing into it. The sudden simulation made me flinch, which clenched both my holes around their respective cocks. Both of them sped up, the sudden extra stimulation welcome. I squealed as he kept up the pressure.

“This bitch is so easy.” Mark laughed.

I came.

The two cocks thundered back and forth inside me and I spasmed, crying, cumming, moaning. My sudden rise back to action had them both huffing and thrusting harder, pushing me through the overwhelming wave of sensations.

More, more, more. The feelings never ended. The pain never ended. The pleasure never ended.

They came inside me at around the same time, slowing down and making satisfied sounds. Rocking my body up and down, until they popped their cocks out and dumped me on the floor. Like trash. Mark wiped his cock off on my hair, and Jack used my thighs.

My legs lay open, my arms still bound. My body was covered in spit and cum. I stared at the wall with absolutely nothing at all on my mind. I wasn’t being touched, used, fucked. Where did it go?

I could hear them talking, really far away. Really far. The door opened, and closed. Someone kicked me without much enthusiasm. I moaned and bucked my hips slightly. More?

I fell asleep there. Or maybe I passed out. It’s hard to tell.

—

I woke up in a bed. There was no rope tied around me. It looked like the upstairs bedroom. There was early morning sun peeking through the windows.

As I sat up, all the blood rushed to my head and my vision went black briefly. I stayed still to let it pass. My whole body was on fire. Everything ached. My ass. My cervix. My face. My legs. My arms.

When I opened my eyes again, I slowly took in the room around me. It was barebones, like a guest room made only out of obligation. On the dresser, there was an unopened plastic water bottle.

I grabbed it and chugged greedily, panting when I came up for air. After a few seconds, I realized how stupid that could have been. Drinking something provided by the guys who just raped me. But the bottle was unopened.

The next thing I saw was a pile of poorly folded clothes atop a dresser. I stood up to investigate and realized I was still covered in dried, sticky cum. I must have reeked.

The pile of clothes was mine. Not what I was wearing last night. Something fresh. Next to it was a photograph. It was a cheerful photo of Carl, Jack, and Mark, all crouching over my wrecked body and smiling for the camera. It must have been taken after I passed out. My eyes were closed. Jack sported a goofy thumbs up in one hand and held one of my breasts in the other. Mark was pushing my nose up like it was a pig’s snout, and holding my other breast. Carl was buried deep inside my cunt, smirking at the camera. At me.

Feeling sick, I flipped the photo over so I wouldn’t have to look at it. On the back, there was a note.

thanks for the education. think I understand more about trans men now. If you ever wanna join the frat lmk. We’re supportive now