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my boss was trying to rape me.

he’d asked me to hop up in the bed of his truck real quick to grab somethin’, but before i got myself back standing, he pulled one of my legs out from under me. i hit the trunk with a thunk.

“hey, man, what the f–”

he cut me off, dragging me back ’til my legs were hanging off the edge. i was on my belly, all i could see were the drag marks i left in the dust.

i hadn’t even had time to process what was happening. i’d prepared myself for a lot of bullshit in life, but this was not one of ’em. not now, not like this. not him.

he positioned his hips behind mine, pulling my thighs apart around his waist, pressing a large, heavy hand on my lower back. i was pinned.

“oh c’mon, you can struggle harder than that!”

trying to think fast, i hooked both hands around a rope that was still tight tying down cargo. i tried to drag myself forward away from him, but he was so much larger than i was, easily a foot taller.

“c’mon now, fight back like a man. a man wouldn’t let himself get raped like this, boy.”

if i wasn’t panicking before, i was now. i grunted with effort trying to pull myself free, but i was completely pinned. even trying to swing my legs around to kick him didn’t work, he had them wrapped around his sides.

“atta boy, there ya go! keep it up, you can do it, now!”

what the fuck?

he lifted his hand off my lower back, and i immediately pulled myself forward, at least a foot ’n a half. before i got any further, he jerked me back by the pockets of my jeans. i heard fabric tear.

“maybe you are just a boy, huh?”

without a whole lot of effort, he ripped the back of my jeans open from the crotch. my boxers were even easier to shred. with a yelp, my whole cunt and ass were exposed to the frigid air.

“pretty boys like you are made to get raped by real men like me.”

he slapped my ass, hard, with one hand, while the other started unbuttoning his jeans. he got a solid grip on my belt, and i was stuck again.

after what felt like a full minute of trying to pull myself away from him, his jeans were unbuttoned. he put his free hand on my cunt. i hadn’t noticed ’til now, but fuck, i was soaked.

god fuckin’ damnit.

“there we are, i knew it!”

the hand gripping my belt dragged me further to meet his hips. i lost my grip on the rope.

“admit it. you love this. you know you were made for this.”

i felt something hard line up with my hole. it felt much larger than anything i’d taken before.

“no, nononono, please, man, it won’t–”

with one hand on his cock and the other hooked around my belt, he pulled me back. hard.

it was definitely much, much thicker than i was used to. even though i was (unfortunately) soaked, the intense stretch quickly started to burn. i screamed in pain and surprise and frustration, trying to latch my fingers on anything i could reach.

“fuck, you’re tight! god, you feel good.”

he grabbed me by the bones of my hips and kept dragging me back, against all resistance. the burn was like fire, and there was nothing i could do to stop him.

after a fast eternity of screaming pain, our hips met. he hit the hilt. he was pressing directly into my cervix, and all i could do was choke out a gasp of pain.

he groaned, “there we fuckin’ go. god, that’s perfect.”

he leaned over me, reaching around and grabbing me by the throat. his other arm curled under my chest, and like a limp doll, he tilted me up against him. my back arched around the curve of his belly. i weakly hit his arms and his sides, to no avail.

he growled, his voice hot and husky against my ear, “y’er only purpose in life is to be a cute lil’ toy for all the *real* men you meet, ain’t that right?” his voice was deep and grumbling against my back.

he wasn’t drunk. i didn’t smell it on him and his words didn’t slur, they even sounded rehearsed. this wasn’t a spur-of-the-moment decision, he planned this. i knew he was a smart man; this was a calculated choice.

holdin’ me close, he was grinding into me, deep. his grip around the base of my throat tightened.

“how ’bout i call our friends over here, now? we’ve both seen how they all look at you, especially after a good round of drinks.”

my coworkers weren’t quite as huge as my boss, but each and every one, all five, were easily twice my size.

he was right, too. none of them ever dared to say anything or touch too far, so i just tried to ignore it, but i always felt their eyes on me; my lips, my hair, my thighs, my ass... i had tried to deflect the drunken questions, but they all knew i was trans, no matter how masc i looked or sounded.

my eyes widened. i knew them. given the chance, they’d destroy me, especially all at the same time.

“aww, no? you shaking y’er head? you really don’t want me to call them right now and join us here, hm?”

his grip around my throat was tighter than he realized. my squirming grew weaker by second. i started weeping in fear and pain and betrayal as the fog grew thicker.

“oh you sweet lil’ thing, are you cryin’?”

he released his grip around my throat, and i desperately gasped for air. he sped up the pace until i was bouncing against the pounding of his hips.

“please— please stop— i’ll do any— thing you— want— just please— don’t do— this,” my words were punctuated by his thrusts as i was begging, pleading him. my voice was still crackling from the choking.

he slapped me back across the face, once, twice. “you’ve forgotten what you were made for, you lil’ damn whore.” he gripped my jaw shut against my skull. “you don’t get to say no to me, do you fuckin’ understand?”

pounding into me, he was stretching me enough to bleed, hitting my g-spot and cervix relentlessly. “i’m honestly surprised no one else has pinned you down and raped you yet, especially all us real men in the group. if you’re gonna surround y’erself with a whole bunch’a men more th’n twice y’er size with a cute lil’ ass like that, what’d you expect?”

dropping me, i clattered back onto the bed of the truck. before i could catch my breath, he rolled me over onto my back. i glared up at him with tearstained eyes.

he looked terrifying. the look on his face was dark with intent. his smirk was menacing; he looked deeply evil with a sick satisfaction.

i knew that face would be burned into my mind forever.

he dragged my boots from my feet, unbuckled my belt, and unbuttoned my jeans slowly, takin’ his sweet time. anytime i tried to shuffle away, he slapped me across the face, hard, nearly a punch. my head spinning, he slid my ruined pants and boxers from my legs, tossin’ them aside into the dust.

groping my thigh and throwing one ankle over his shoulder, he towered over me. i knew i couldn’t possibly escape from under him. his impossibly fat cock was idly grinding against my thigh.

i broke into a sob, covering my face with my hands. “please stop, i can’t fucking take it anymore, please, i–” my breathing was ragged and broken. i felt fucking pathetic.

“no no no, honeyboy, i can’t stop yet. it’s an honor to be the one to break you in the first time, i’ve gotta do a nice good job of it.”

he grabbed my wrists with one heavy hand and pinned them against my sternum, while his other hand lined his cock back up. he had stretched me out some by now, but everything still hurt like hell. i knew i must’ve been bleeding.

no, please tell me this won’t ever happen again. please.

“lil’ slut walkin’ ’round with a cunt this tight is just about criminal, y’know.”

he was rubbing himself along the slit, and each swipe over my cock fired through me like lightning. please, god, don’t make me cum from this.

“heh, maybe i aughta lock you up for that. you’d like that, wouldn’t you? say it.” he punctured the last line by impaling me on his cock, all at once. i knew it was coming, but i still screamed in pain.

he was being indulgent now. he slowly pumped in and out of me as he inspected my cock with his free hand. he flicked and rubbed and toyed with my tdick, keepin’ me pinned down as i whined and shook beneath his touch. i couldn’t help it, but i was clenching down hard.

“god in heaven, fuck, you’re just as tight as when i started! i ain’t even cum in you yet but y’er all soaked through, sweet thing. y’er mouth says no but y’er cunt knows what y’er made for.”

he started rubbing circles around my cock, torturously fast. my eyes rolled back with a groan, mixin’ pain and pathetic pleasure. i started shaking faster, unwillingly bucking my hips up and down, fucking myself on my rapist’s cock. my moans were interspersed with choked-back sobs.

“mmmhn, fuck, fuckin’ hell, keep crying for me, now. that’s it, just like that. beg for me to stop. beg for me to stop raping you, beg like y’er life’s on the line, you whore.”

i was utterly broken. obediently, i begged, “please stop raping me, please-please i can’t take it anymore, fffuck, stop, stop-stop-stop-stop-”

i couldn’t stop bucking my hips, rutting against him. i was sobbing, but i couldn’t stop the humiliating orgasm building inside me while he was grinding into me, mercilessly rubbing my cock.

he released my wrists, leaned over me, and grabbed my shoulder for leverage as he started thrusting into me, much harder and faster than before.

“mmmnf, fuck, fuck, oh my god, you little slut. keep cryin’, keep clenching down just like that, yes, just like that, don’t you fuckin’ dare stop.”

he wouldn’t stop rubbing my tdick. he knew i was about to cum. he wanted me to cum from being raped. hatred was burning in my chest as i helplessly clenched around him with all the strength i had left.

my entire core froze, buckled in ecstasy. he wanted me to rape me into orgasm, and was succeeding.

the tightness of my core was getting him close. he wrapped both hands around my throat and almost instantly choked me out of consciousness. my orgasm came to its peak as my vision rapidly darkened.

“fuck- fuck- fuck- ohh my god, uuhnf, FUCK!” he dragged me up by my throat until my face met his. he let go of one hand, wrappin’ around my lower back and lifting me into his chest as he came inside me, far deeper than i’d ever taken. his grip around my throat tightened and flickered as he reached climax.

everything went black.

groaning in pleasure, he slowly released his grip on my throat. i was completely limp, unconscious in his hands. he slowly let down my leg that was folded tight against my body, ankle still over his shoulder.

without pulling out, he hugged me tight against him, my arms limp and my thighs still wrapped around his waist. gently setting my ass against the truck bed, he tucked my face into his chest, resting his chin on the top of my head. he rubbed my back and softly groped my ass and thigh as our cum dripped around his cock.

he kissed my head as my breathing grew more distinct. he’d wanted this, needed this for so long. he couldn’t help himself from grinding into me as he softened, waitin’ for me to wake up.

my eyes fluttered as i regained consciousness. as i remembered where i was and what happened, my breathing grew ragged as i started sobbing again.

“you did a great job, honeyboy, you did perfect. just what you were made for.”

i hated him deeply, but i was so exhausted and broken that i didn’t try to push him away, i just hung limp and shaking, crying into his chest.

“perfect lil’ piece of meat, ain’t ya?” he tousled my hair and slowly pulled out.

he gently laid me down on the bed of the truck. “alright, i’ll give you a minute to breathe, now.”

i felt everything dripping out of me. i felt disgusting and used. i hated him for raping me, and i hated myself for cumming.

i tried to use my shirt to wipe myself clean. the dry friction burned.

“naw, don’t worry ’bout cleanin’ yerself up yet. i’m just givin’ ya a minute before i call the guys over.”

my head slowly turned to face him, my jaw agape, my eyes widened in horror. my face was still glistening wet with tears.

“aw, you think i didn’t mean that? no, boy, i meant it good. i got the honor of takin’ you first, n’ now it’s their turn.”

i bolted. with everything i had left, i pushed myself off the truck.

i needed to run. one rapist was bad enough, a gangrape would break everything that was left of me.

he bellowed as i leapt, “HEY NOW–”

my legs buckled underneath me. it was an old truck, so i didn’t fall far. i hit the ground and crumpled in exhaustion.

my boss dashed around the edge of the truck and found me on the ground, defeated. “aww, tch, can’t even run away proper. legs too weak, huh? poor boy.” his voice was saccharine. i wanted him dead.

with everything i had left, i pushed myself slowly upright, shaking in fear. still dripping cum, i glared up at him.

“mmn, you look mighty pretty on y’er knees, down there.”

the fire left my eyes. i can’t do this anymore.

“i think i could go for another round, seein’ you like that”

every part of me wanted to cry, but i had nothing left.