I am writing a book, I would like some feedback from some like minded pervert. Thanks.
TRIGGERS: prostitution, bondage, semi-consensual, rape, MonMtF action
Alex was ready for one of his favorite performance, “the pretzel”. He was distended face up on an inclined bed, handcuffed with his hands behind his neck, a small wooden plank under his back to raise his chest and show his breasts, grown noticeably and pierced tastefully on the nipples. His legs were bent behind his head and kept steady by a short chain; his body almost bent in two to give maximum access to his boypussy. He was completely open and exposed, glistening with lube and ready to be used without mercy. The chains kept Alex legs and boypussy spread obscenely open, there was nothing he could do to stop or even slow a customer that wanted to just penetrate him brutally. His eyes were covered by a blindfold. He could not move at all, and his complete vulnerability turned the customers into wild animals, fucking his boypussy and mouthpussy in the most animalistic way. None of them lasted long, but they all came hard and there were a lot of them. Alex could not wait to start, the nipple piercings kept him in a continuous, torturing state of arousal. Alex really liked his body: smooth, supple, white as snow, fully feminine after the estrogen treatments and the surgeries. He especially liked his breasts, round, pink and with puffy areolas. Sometimes he thought about having his clitty amputated, but the customers were not happy with it. He was fully impotent, but he did not care since he already learned to come only with his prostate and his boypussy.
“Are we ready yet?” he asked.
“Yes, ready to start. I love you” said La’Tina before leaving the room. There were hidden security cameras for Alex’s safety, but the customers believed that nobody could see them. This encouraged them to do whatever they wanted, without any shame or restraint. The first customer entered the room, breathing heavily, his steps cautious.
“Is anybody there?” called Alex hesitantly and pretending to be scared. The punter finally processed the idea that Alex could not see him, and that he was completely helpless and unable to defend himself. He sucked on a heavy breath, and literally growled before assaulting Alex. He slammed inside his boypussy, his Black dick thick and long enough to fill him up. He bit his tits mercilessly, licked under his armpits, chocked him with his tongue, slammed into him again. He was fucking him like a man possessed, hitting Alex’s pubic bone with his, making his soft bones creak and his teeth rattle. Having almost no testosterone, Alex’s body was frail and weak and he could not do anything to stop the assault. He would just have to endure the abuse, to be open and vulnerable. He felt flattered, that man has chosen him in all the brothel and was pounding into him with animalistic passion. Alex felt loved, validated, wanted like never before.
The man kept pounding him without pause, his low grunts mixing with the feminine moans from Alex. There was no time for sophistication or for play, only raw, animalistic breeding lust. He forced Alex’s mouthpussy open and put his tongue inside him, forcefully. Alex accepted him, opening his mouthpussy fully and rolling his tongue to give him access to the most tender area of it. That drove him over the edge: he stopped his strikes and started pumping jets after jets of cum deep inside Alex, like a man trying hard to inseminate a woman, grabbing him and squeezing into his body with incredible force. Alex could only have an anal orgasm and moan softly while the man went limp inside him. No second round after such an animalistic sex, not even for a man that usually got a second or third helping. He just stood up and went away, too ashamed of himself to say anything.
After a couple of minutes another two men entered the room, refusing the offer of a cleaning service. Those two were even more animalistic than the first, the sight of their prey already defiled by another male made them eager to possess it back. They started taking him in turns, each one entering him for a couple of minutes and then switching. One of them was longer, thicker but probably older and softer, while the second was harder and pounded into him with fury. Alex decided that he wanted only the second inside him, and when the first put his glans in his mouth Alex used all his tongue tricks to make him come there. At first it did not work, but when Alex put the tip of his tongue in his peehole and started swirling, the man lost all control and came in his mouth. The other man took it as an encouragement and started pounding Alex in his open boypussy, completely dominating him and giving him a long orgasm.
Other customers came, none asking for cleaning. He was completely filled with their cum, drowning in their orgasms, just a dirty cumrag. Almost nobody used his mouthpussy and nobody came over his silky skin (although usually the customers loved to do so). That day, everyone wanted to breed him, to dominate him with their semen. Alex lost track of the time and the customers, he could only think about the feeling of being a female animal, chained and forced to be mounted by a pack of feral beasts.
The last customer had a strange smell, strong, offensive, extremely masculine but with a hint of sweet and familiar. After many years of estrogen treatment Alex was very sensitive to the smell of horny males, sometimes he could recognize a customer by his unique musk. Alex was perplexed, then he asked fearfully: “Jamal?”
The customer did not answer, but he placed his glans on Alex boypussy and stated pushing in. Alex remembered every single detail of Jamal’s cock, his flared glans, the slight curvature of his shaft, his bulging veins, and the way he was flared on the bottom. He felt all the detail while he was plunging mercilessly into him, and he was sure that Jamal was taking him again. He moaned softly, overwhelmed by the feelings of pleasure and helplessness. Alex was as helpless as he was during his first time, when Jamal bound his wrists, put Alex feet on his shoulders and fucked his virgin boypussy until he had enough, indifferent to his begging. It all came back to Alex’s mind, that summer night when Jamal raped him bloody, took his virginity and discarded him like a used condom, opening a wound inside him than never healed.
This time Alex was well lubed and prepared, but Jamal was so incredibly thick and long that Alex could only scream in pleasure and pain. Jamal was hitting the bottom of his boypussy, without any mercy or regard. His balls hit hard against Alex ass and the man kept pushing inside, stabbing deeply inside him. Alex tried contracting his muscles, but his cock felt like it was made of stone, he plunged deep inside defeating all his efforts to slow him. The “pretzel” position also turned Alex into a defenseless gaping hole, unable to resist. Alex changed tactics; he tried all the tricks to try to coax Jamal into coming earlier. He moaned, squirmed, showed him his open mouth and glistening tongue, he met his cruel pushes with his pelvis, tried to be as stimulating and feminine as possible. It was useless, a man like Jamal came only when he wanted. Jamal grabbed Alex brutally, slamming into him again and again without regard, his soft bones creaking and his boypussy screaming in pain. Jamal put his enormous hands around Alex’s neck and squeezed lightly, not enough to cause pain but just enough to remark him that he could have killed him easily, and there was nothing that Alex could have done to prevent It or even to see it coming. Alex was at his mercy again and he had another orgasm while Jamal slammed into him and drooled saliva in his open mouth.
Alex gave up, completely immobile and defeated. All his muscles, inside and outside, relaxed and he became completely passive to Jamal thrusts. When Jamal stopped his thrusting and started to come, Alex came harder than he thought possible, feeling Jamal coming inside him and filling him like he did that time. “Jamal, I love you. Please, keep coming. I love it.” Jamal kept coming for a long time, wetting places that the other customers could not even reach and gifting Alex with the best orgasm of the day. When he finished, he slid out his half-flaccid member while Alex begged in silence, his mouth open with his pink tongue and white teeth showing.
Jamal obliged, putting his glans in Alex mouth. Alex was too exhausted to suck, so Jamal used his mouth as a masturbatory aid, handling himself while pressing his glans on Alex’s tongue and throat. He filled Alex’s mouth with hot cum, pulled out and drenched his face, neck, tits and armpits with his final spurts. He then left without a word, La’Tina coming to unclasp Alex’s chains some moments later. “My boypussy was so good that even Jamal came here to fill it”, was the only thing that Alex was able to think, while his body squirmed in another orgasm. Not even once Alex thought about using the safe word to call the bouncers.
His body was covered with severe bruises, bites, and finger marks. His bones ached, he felt like he had cracked some ribs and his pelvis. His breasts were a ruin, covered with bites and bruises where the customers roughly handed them. His tongue was double its normal size and his boypussy was gaping. His bowels felt stuffed, he lost count on how many cumshots he had inside. Alex’s entire body felt like a used cum rag, battered, brutally used for pleasure, and discarded. He accepted the idea, embraced it, and he could not wait to be used again. He was just a cum rag to be used for the pleasure of his customers. La’Tina freed his legs and he laid on the bed, his hips and ankles flaring in pain, his boypussy leaking an endless stream of cum while he came again and again.
“Thank you” said Alex before passing out.
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