Olyver Bean

Waking up in a dark room was something you were used to. But as your eyes adjusted, and your body started to become aware, you realized. This was not your room. And your hands. They were stuck above your head. You jerk them against the restraints, and from across the room you hear a chuckle. Your blood goes cold as you search for the source of the sound, your breathing picking up.

“Sweet thing..” a deep voice from across the room growled, and you finally noticed a shift in the darkness. It was a tall, dark shape, and it started to move towards you, becoming more clearly the shape of a man. You opened your mouth to scream and received a clamped hand over your mouth.

“Shhhhh sh-sh-sh-shhh… don’t worry baby, I’m not gonna hurt you.” You feel something thin and cold running along your thigh. You jerked a little away from it and his grip on your face tightened, pulling a fearful squeak from your lips. Suddenly the cold was sharp, and then searing painful for just a moment, then simply uncomfortable. You moved to squirm again and gained an even firmer grip on your face.

“Stay still sweet boy or it’ll hurt..” Sweet boy?? You started a little at that. You looked down at yourself. Your curved chest, your empty crotch. You had no idea what brought your captor to call you that, but it made your hips jolt a bit, drawing a chuckle from the man above you.

It was only then that you realized you were fully naked. Another scream tried to make its way out of your throat but it was choked off as the man pinched your nose and covered your mouth at the same time, cutting your oxygen off completely.

As your vision got cloudy, your mouth sucking for air uselessly against his hand as your arms jerked instinctively against the restraints above your head. Through the fog filling your brain you heard a soft groan, and the strange sensation in your leg felt like it was pulled free.

You felt your body going limp as the man leaned over you, his lips pressing against your lips, making you cringe and let out a whimper of fear, processing the man assaulting you. He grinned against your cheek, clasping your mouth closed harder, cutting off any remaining air you could have even imagined having, causing your eyes to roll back as everything started to fade further around you.

The only thing holding you down and keeping you from feeling like you were floating away was the weight of your captor on top of you. Through all the grog and mess of your panicked asphyxiating brain you could feel him talking against your cheek, his lips moving so gently for a man so terrifying.

“You like that baby boy..? You like when you can’t think..?” Your legs kicked uselessly for a moment, you felt the bed rock slightly, and then everything faded out and your ears were in a state of ringing so loud nothing else could be made out, your entire body felt like it was asleep, the numbness from your brain spreading through your entire body.

The first thing you started to feel again was a warmth in your stomach. Then in your lungs. Then it burned. Then your eyes shot open, and the smell of weed hit your nose, along with the sight of the blunt being pulled away from your mouth. Your gasping as you regained consciousness had been used to force the smoke down your throat and into your lungs, now being violently coughed up in front of you.

You let out a loud moan as the taste filled your throat and mouth and nose and everything, your eyes rolling back as you felt the clouds start to fill your mind on top of the fog from coming back to the world.

Then the warmth in your stomach moved, and you felt your cunt clench around a pair of fingers, causing your eyes to widen and tear up a bit. This man had violated you while you were unconscious by his hands. And he was getting off on it. You could tell by the husky breathing above you, before he took another drag from the blunt.

Suddenly his lips were in yours, causing you to cry out as his tongue pressed your lips open, and smoke poured into your mouth. You gasped and then whined desperately, immediately trying to cough it out before his hand was on your mouth again, forcing you to hold the hit.

“Keep that in there pretty boy, don’t make me make you go out again..” The fingers inside you curled slightly, letting a sickening squelching sound out into the room. It caused your eyes to squeeze shut against the burst of pleasure, you hadn’t even realized how wet you were.

“Awwwweee.. poor mutt getting off on it..?” You let out a loud cry of defiance against his hand, causing him to laugh. “God you’re so cute. I can’t wait til that voice starts getting deeper and those cries are more manly.” He pressed a thumb into the spot that had felt sharp earlier, causing a pain to stab through your leg, making you yelp.

What the fuck was he on about?? Calling you a boy, talking about you getting manlier? It was so obvious what you were to everyone on the streets, all you’d ever be. Even when it felt wrong, and miserable, even when-

Another sharp moan escaped your lips as he pressed a third finger into your cunt, pulling his hand back to release the small bits of smoke that hadn’t dissipated in your lungs, your eyes watering heavily as you whimpered and squirmed against the cuffs.

“Goood fucking boy.” The man growled, his hand running along your face gently, cooing at you like a poor pathetic dog as he violated you, digging his fingers into your guts deeper, the sounds filling the room from your cunt were obscene at this point.

You had no idea why you were so insanely wet, especially when you didn’t want this. It was so sudden and scary and violent and creepy and-

The blunt was against your lips again, and you whimpered desperately, trying to turn your head away, earning you a hard deep thrust from his fingers, making you gasp in the smoke as your eyes rolled back.

“Don’t defy me dog. I know what you really need, just let me help you..” His thumb brushed against your clit and it sent a jolt through your body so sharp and immediate it made you yelp, jerking away from his hand, yet feeling your cunt clench on his fingers desperately as they pulled out slightly.

He laughed. Fully laughed, and pressed his thumb to your clit firmly, holding it there, “Handsome man likes it when I touch his cock huh..?”

You choked out the smoke from the hit, shaking your head frantically. Why did it feel so good, why did you need it so fucking badly. His fingers curled inside again as he rubbed a slow circle around your clit? Dick? It was a clit, obviously, but that word made you jerk up into his hand just a little bit more.

His thumb slowly sped up its circles as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, every thrust receiving a gasp or moan, or whine of pleasure and despair from your lips. He wasn’t even really using you like most people would, he was just trying to get you off, and it was working..

You could feel it building in your stomach, your body clenching around him so desperately, needily sucking his fingers into your greedy cunt as your back arched against the bed.

You moaned and whined and shook your head desperately, gaining nothing but a sadistic laugh from your assailant, the man leaning up against your face again to whisper in your ear.

“Gonna cum for your rapist sweet boy..?” You could feel the grin against your cheek. The sickening confidence this man had. The power he knew he had over you. But those words-

You cried out loudly, receiving a hand with a dying blunt cupped to your mouth. You wrenched your eyes shut and took your first willing drag as you came on the man’s fingers, your hips rolling into him instinctively, coughing and whining as you released the hit.

“Good fucking boy…” The man pulled his hand away from your crotch and brought it up to your face, grabbing your jaw with one hand to force your mouth open and shove the sticky, cum covered fingers down your throat. Thrusting them back and forth against your tongue and cooing as you gagged softly, a single tear running down your cheek.