(Short preamble: this is a fantasy that I’ve had for a bit that is based on one that I read a while ago with a similar concept. So like that fantasy, Let me clarify that while it doesn’t really make sense if you think about it, I choose to ignore that because it is very hot)
(Last thing, breasts are a topic so if you face dysphoria with that here’s a warning)
The past six months have been a real shock for you to say the least. At this moment, you lie restrained in the back of a truck alongside many other men, just like yourself. You must be silent at the risk of immediate punishment, for communication is strictly forbidden. The feeling of the cold night against your hardened chains and bare skin are of no comfort to you as you listen to the muffled breaths of your brothers in restraints, you recall back to the beginning of all of this, on that fateful day.
It happened in what felt like an instant. You turn on the news and hear panic surrounding a new disease, one thought to have mild effects but has been spreading rapidly. As medical experts conduct further research, it becomes clear that this disease has only been manifesting in cis women, but at increasingly alarming rates. In the coming days, it is estimated that almost half of all women in the United States have contracted it, with no signs of deceleration in sight. Exactly one week after the discovery of this disease, however, madness and chaos would ensue. At work, in their homes, and on the streets, women began to vanish. For days, no one was sure what the losses could possibly total in, but soon it was confirmed that 100% of the world’s women had vanished.
The entire population of the world had gone into a frenzy. Everything was destabilized and order was barely hanging on. Factions broke apart and fighting over basic resources raged on, all until it came to a fault just three months into the conflict. A new and powerful group of leaders had risen above the others in the Americas, one which had been claiming more land than any other, called The Contingent. They had stability and resources for everyone with them, and they began to see a small return to some level of normalcy.
As many among their ranks slowly returned to their homes, they would realize that they had no one to return home to, as all of the women were gone. As I’m sure you can tell, there was a swift decision soon to follow. The decision that all trans men would be rounded up and either distributed to veteran soldiers as compensation for their service, or auctioned off to the highest bidders (usually lawmakers and businessmen) was in full effect. Overnight, squads were assembled to carry out this monumental task. Soldiers still in service would lead campaigns to find groups of trans men in hiding, and secret police forces were organized to interrogate any information out of those men, through any means necessary.
Which of course brings us to your situation. You and your friends had been hiding out in an old cabin, praying to whatever God exists that they wouldn’t find you. You thought that they had no leads and that you were safe, but it turns out that another man you had met at the beginning of all this was caught in an earlier raid and has been tortured and raped into revealing the locations of many, being one of the prime informants for Contingent intelligence. Before restraining your small colony in your cabin, the party of soldiers decided they’d have a turn with you all before shipping you off to the grading center. After all, they’ve certainly earned it.
You and your friends try to protest, but these soldiers haven’t had any sort of intimacy in weeks at least, as finding a group this large is quite rare. They know what they need, they aren’t going to back down, and that reality has yet to sink in.
“All of you, strip down now, we’ll be inspecting you each very carefully”, a voice barks out from in front of you.
Trembling and full of shame, you remove your shirt and pants revealing a binder and boxers. You slowly continue and as their leader peers straight at your breasts, you remove your underwear. Your beet red face stares straight down, unable to bare looking at your captors. They intend to give you each a “thorough search” for sure, and as if on cue you feel a rough set of hands grab your nipples. A short yelp leaves your breath, but despite having caught yourself the man groping you takes a pause to slap you across the face. You try your best not to break down as the man continues to feel you up and down.
You hear his belt buckle come undone, and then you hear the thud of his gear falling to the ground. You sheepishly glance up to see a large flacid penis presented in front of you. The man need not give a command, he simply gestures you down onto your knees. He is not wasting any time here, he is out of patience. He offers a warning not just to you, but to anyone who can hear him.
“Don’t you even fucking think about it, boy. If I so much as feel a tooth on my cock I’ll fucking kill you. Is that made clear?”
You quiver and show the soldier a brief nod. You are absolutely petrified, you’ve never done this before and now you’re expected to entertain this man who has been campaigning across the country to find you. He probably hasn’t had somewhere to stick his cock since before all this started, and he had no intention of letting anything get between him and your cute little mouth. You didn’t notice, but you were getting wet.
You open your mouth slightly and his cock pushes up to your lips. You remember his warning and open wider to move your teeth out of the way. Immediately, he pushes straight to the back of your throat. Obviously caught off guard and surprised, you gag and push off of his legs, but he’s already grabbed the back of your head. You can’t breathe, and you have a cock pushed all the way back into your skull. Seconds pass that feel like minutes. You jerk around in hopes that he will have mercy, but he will not release you. Your eyes are glued open, terrified.
Right as your vision begins to fade and your hearing goes soft, he pulls his piece out of your throat and you collapse to the floor. Coughing and sputtering, your own spit gets all over your face and tits. The soldier and his friends all share a laugh at the sight they behold, seeing a little slut gasping for air can get anyone going. Once the spit is out of your airway, you feel your hair gathered and grabbed as the man grips it tight, using it as a handle. Pulling you back up to waist-level, he orders you to lick him clean.
Still disoriented, you let out your tongue and you begin carrying out his order. You’re confused, and you’re more dragging your tongue up and down his shaft than you are sucking him off, but he doesn’t seem to be complaining at all. He lets out a long sigh, he’s had this bottled up for a long time, and he’s getting his well earned relief, courtesy of the adorable (albeit messy) prince in front of him.
Once he is finally satisfied with your work, he grips your hair and pulls you back up to a stand. Spit dribbles down your chin onto your already soaked chest, and the man gives your breasts another rubdown. Now having hands soaked in your spit he alternates between feeling you up and jerking himself off.
Working his way down your body, the man gives your ass a slap and he sits down, only to bend you over his knee. Spreading your cheeks apart, he moves his index finger over your tight anus. He makes gentle circular motions around your hole, listening contently to all of the little whimpers and moans coming out of your mouth. The man speaks up once more, “Alright, boy, I’m about ready to dig into that cute ass of yours. Try not to go limp on me, will you? I hate doing all the work.”
The man sets you down for a moment, you look up to see the his cock is still hard, twitching in anticipation. He pulls you back up to his lap and he faces you away from him. Your ass is angled directly above his piece, and you’re unsure if it will even fit. As somewhat of a silver lining, he had taken the time to lube you up with some of your juices, so while you have never done this before he won’t be going in dry at the very least.
Before lowering you onto himself, he grabs your soft breasts once more and cups them in each hand. You hold your breath, you can tell it will happen any second. Shaking like a wet dog, you are lowered down. You feel his tip brushing against your puckered hole, he uses his member to prod it open ever so slightly. Not even the tip can advance in before you stifle a small cry. A quick pinch to your nipple easily reminds you who is in charge. Again, he continues to apply more pressure. Stretching further and further, you’re unsure how to react. The man’s hands have relocated to your hips so he can speed this up as he pushes even more.
Around the room you can see a similar story with all the other men. Some of them bent over, some of them laid back, and some held over their current masters like yourself, all about to have their likely virgin assholes fucked by a hungry soldier all the same. A sharp pain emerges, you let out your breath. The tip is in now, and he isn’t slowing down. You can feel the full girth of this man’s cock in your unused asshole, it feels as though you’re being torn down the middle.
By this point, he has to be at least halfway into you. His girth rubs against the walls of your rectum, you make more soft noises as he goes. Deeper and deeper, finally resulting in your ass reaching his warm lap. You feel his hands holding onto the sides of your belly, and goosebumps spread over your body. He lifts you up, still slowly, off his cock, and you feel a new… strange… sensation. Not good or bad, you certainly can’t tell yet, but it isn’t that sharp pain you had learned moments ago.
The pace begins to pick up. You’re taking the whole length of his cock every few seconds now, only pausing in his lap so he can feel you up every now and then. Your mouth still lies agape looking outwards. You see your friends all meeting the same fate. They moan and cry, taking comparable lengths to yourself. Your sanctuary has turned into… whatever one can call this. It’s practically some kind of a whorehouse based on the way these men are using you and your friends.
You snap back to your reality to the sounds of your ass clapping with each thrust into you. You can tell that this man isn’t going to last much longer, and it doesn’t seem that he plans to finish anywhere else. You prepare for his big finish, and if he didn’t know any better he’d think you were beginning to bounce on his cock all on your own. Whether you would admit it or not, you had forgotten the reality of your situation for but a moment, only to be reminded by the faint twitches of the soldier’s cock inside of you.
After just a few more powerful thrusts, a warm feeling floods your insides. Arms wrap around your body as he grasps you tightly to apply more pressure onto his spasming piece, you let out a soft moan, and your flushed face can relax. You sit for a minute while the soldier allows himself to breathe, leaving himself inside of you. Your sphincter begins to tighten itself once more as he begins to soften.
Finally, the man removes himself from your hole, and you feel a rush of liquid pouring out. Noticing this, he collects some onto his finger.
“Hahaha… here, how about you suck on this you little slut”, he mocks, while holding his finger up to your lips.
Still in a daze, you do not protest. You open your mouth slightly and the man puts his finger inside, making sure that you suck it all down. You now lie on the floor, used and broken. The other soldiers follow suit and finish up their work. They all unleash their loads into your friends’ now-stretched assholes. You lie there and ponder for what feels like hours.
The soldiers, of course, do not have hours to deal with the likes of you, and so, they put a new set of metal collars onto each of you, preparing you all for the long trip ahead. They leave your clothes in the cabin, as you certainly won’t need them where you’re going, and you’re all marched into the back of their truck with cum dripping down your legs. You all climb in and are chained not only to the truck but to each other. You have minimal movement in your arms and legs, and a bag is placed over your heads.
You do not need to be able to see to know where you are going. You are to be sent off to the Grading Center, where various factors such as health, attractiveness, and… fertility… will determine what kind of life you will have from now on. Previously, the thought of the Contingent and its’ ways horrified you, but in the back of your head you can’t help but feel somewhat excited for what may be to come.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/v5cq89/m4ftm_one_of_my_favorite_recurring_fantasies