Breeding the trans student.

To any stranger, Ray would have appeared to have been a cis male and would have since his mid teens. He'd been on testosterone for a few years and was happily getting on with his life without having to consider himself trans. He was relatively more popular than a number of the other boys in his year and it became rare for him not to go home with someone after a party, especially as he and his classmates got older.

Their final school exams were quickly approaching, which definitely didn't help any tension in the atmosphere. Some other kids were being snarky about him getting invited to a party that they weren't, and he'd also learnt to not care about his gender whilst at school. It wasn't anyone else's problem, and he was too well-liked for them to want to piss any of his friends off by bullying him.

He'd transitioned whilst at school a few years ago. The majority of people remembered him living as a girl, but he certainly didn't. Some idiots chose to deadname him still or use the wrong pronouns, but they had to do it cleverly otherwise they'd be caught and probably suspended by the school. Ray knew how to play his cards well. He didn't survive this far in life without being smart.

But, he was tired. He'd been falling asleep in class from pulling late nights revising, and it certainly wasn't helped by going to a party at the weekend. He'd hooked up with one of the bigoted student's exes too, so he had the fun of sneaking them out the house in the early hours of the morning before his parents woke up.

He was heading to meet his friends after school and needed to change. It wasn't unusual for him to use the male changing rooms, after all it only took a couple of minutes before he was out again, and there were no sport games on at this time. But it felt off. He took a right instead and locked himself into the disabled bathroom instead, swapping into something more appropriate. He didn't want to lug the bag around with his friends, so he headed back down the corridor to the changing rooms to throw his stuff in his locker before leaving school after dark. Simple, easy, and he'd be out a good hour before the school was anywhere near due to close up.

"Off somewhere nice?" his classmate asked.

Ray was startled, looking around to see whether any other unexpected faces were still hanging around, but it wasn't obvious. The guy, Morris, was known for being a cocky idiot, but for some reason everyone still liked him. Ray just shrugged and nodded, wanting to get out of there.

"Come on, let me in on it. You meeting up with the girl you left with last weekend?"

"No, just the usual friends. You're here late?" he bolted his locker shut and rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet. He didn't know what to do with his hands now that they were free, so he crossed them over his body.

Morris pointed towards the bench he was leaning beside, showing a labelled book, "Detention. Heading there in a bit."

"Aren't they tomorrow?"

"I have a match so Miss let me move it forward. I'm just hanging with the others until I need to go but they all needed to piss."

"Having fun?" a third voice joined, "By the way, Alice said you fucked but how is that possible when you don't have a dick?" Dylan was known for being a relentless cock, and his reputation wasn't proving him wrong. At least Morris knew how to have a conversation like a human. Half of the boys in Ray's year didn't know how to talk to him unless it was about who he'd fucked at the weekend, or his cock, or both. It was boring after the first year, let alone four years on when they'd all known him as a boy for triple the amount of time they'd known him as a girl. Probably longer.

"You don't know what I've got." he rolled his eyes and began stepping away.

"You don't have a cock."

"Okay, if you say so?"

"Pass me that t-shirt would you? Jo got water all over himself and asked me for it."

Ray glanced at it a short distance across the room, but shook his head, "I'm on my way out. Grab it yourself." he turned around, gave Morris a final forced smile, and headed out of the door.

The back of his collar was grabbed. His balance completely buckled beneath him and without his hands latching onto the doorframe, he would've been tossed over and smashed his head off of either the wall or the bench. A complete loss of stability. He rammed his elbow backwards but missed the other boy's body, "What the fuck? Let me go."

He'd realised that, by this point, it was Dylan who had a firm grasp on him. If he were able to, he would've probably just slipped out of his t-shirt and ran from the room, but he wasn't prepared to leave the changing room in just his binder. His chest was small, but it was there and he still hated it beyond belief.

"Let me go?!" he yelled this time. Dylan tackled his fists around Ray until they held him still at his waist, his crotch pushed up against Ray's backside to stop him from moving. They were about the same height, but Dylan was definitely stronger. Ray wasn't the sports type unlike the other three still lurking in the changing rooms.

Jo was also standing in the corner by this point. He'd crept in and once he'd seen Dylan firmly around Ray, he stopped. He didn't say a thing, just like Morris, and watched to see what Dylan would do. He turned Ray away from the door, with Morris naturally closing it to block anyone else from entering. He stood in front of it in case any other late lurkers were to try coming in.

Dylan was strong, but not exactly overpowering. It took a couple of minutes for Jo to come closer too, standing in front of Ray and grasping his forearms. It freed Dylan up to wander his sweaty palms over the trans boy, immediately riding the base of his t-shirt up with both hands and pushing them below his belt. Ray wore it loose enough for Dylan's knuckles to find the waistline of his boxers and tightly pull the fabric up, forcing it to burrow and cut itself between Ray's slit and against his enlargened clit.

The tightness of the pull hurt, causing a sharp sting that worsened the more Dylan pulled. Ray feebly tried again, "Just let me go." but the others didn't bother to answer.

With the other two pinning him down, Morris thought he'd help out by slipping the boy's belt away and unzipping his jeans. Ray began to thrust, realising they were getting closer and closer to actually exposing his body. They'd raped girls before. He knew they were monsterous enough to do it to him, too.

Ray wore a packer which definitely threw the cis boys off once his jeans were low enough to inspect his crotch. Dylan pushed his hand behind the boy's underwear, kind of ready to grab a cock if he did actually have one, but instead his fingertips slipped down and found his clit.

So he pulled his pants and jeans down to Ray's knees, proudly showing off that he was right. Ray was just glad for his boxers not being tightly cutting between his slit anymore, but soon the hideous reality of being completely exposed buckled his knees in and caused him to immediately start covering himself back up.

No matter who he slept with, he never exposed his clit, his hole, and he certainly didn't have anyone or anything inside of him. He'd not even tried it himself alone for years. It was distressing for him, being feminised like that. It never felt remotely pleasurable. But here Dylan was with his three middle fingers circling against his cold clit, forcing it to get harder under his touch. He couldn't help but thrust his hips in an attempt to get away, but it also meant that he was increasing the stimulation down there. He refused to let himself get wet.

Morris pushed Ray's jeans down the last few inches to the ground, leaving them around his ankles. Whilst Dylan was playing with Ray's clit to see how close to crying he could have the boy, the other two watched to see how it twitched and panicked. Morris wanted his fun. His own crotch felt unbelievably tight at this point; tighter than it had ever done for a cis girl by this stage. Rape or not. Dylan stared into Ray's eyes as he sucked on all four of his own fingers, wetting them until they dripped with spit. He let the air turn the spit cold before harshly slapping it against Ray's crotch and feeling the boy's clit shudder.

Ray tried pulling away but it only dragged him into Dylan's boner, having the tip of it uncomfortably digging around at the entrance of his exposed ass. He was grateful the others were all still completely dressed. He still had hope he'd be found, even if being found this exposed would be endlessly mortifying for him.

Morris wanted a better reaction than what Dylan was achieving. Even with Ray holding his legs as tightly together as possible, he was able to push his fingers underneath his slit whilst he remained standing. Before they dried too much, he flicked the tip of his middle finger where Ray's hole was, surprised by the lack of wetness there asides from the spit. He smirked, whispering, "This means it's your fault this'll hurt."

Jo watched closely as Morris pushed his middle finger into the trans boy's pussy, enjoying watching him yelp and lash as the sharp pain filled his hole like papercuts. Morris didn't bother moving the first finger around before adding two more, letting tears nestle in Ray's eyes with his pussy on fire. He was keeping completely still so that it hurt as little as possible, but Morris didn't give him a chance to stretch and relax before he was moving his hand knuckle deep inside of him.

Ray's large hard clit was slapping into Morris' palm with each thrust, with his forced wetness slowly creeping down his legs as he continued to be trapped standing, only tightening his hole and knowingly worsening the pain. These boys were psychos. Dylan used his chance to take off his own jeans, pulling his upright cock out completely and rubbing it down along Ray's ass slit.

"Don't loosen him up too much. I want to feel him rip," Dylan laughed. Morris took his fingers out at that and pried them into Ray's mouth. He despised the taste, gagging at it yet being made to lick himself off of Morris' hand until every drop was gone.

Morris wrapped his hands under Ray's armpits and tilted his weight forwards, letting his freshly opened teenage hole peer open for his friend to get a good view of. Dylan stopped rubbing his tip over his slit and pressed it to Ray's pussy instead, gently applying pressure.

"Stop!" Ray demanded, shaking his head, "Stop, stop, stop—!" he just kept yelling, trying to squirm away but being completely restrained by the boys. He lashed around, trying to hit anyone and anything, but nothing happened, even when he started to break down into tears and sob loud enough for people outside to hear, "Please use a rubber..." he finally broke, "please..." because, unfortunately, there was a chance he could get pregnant.

Dylan didn't know this, but when he realised what Ray was saying, it cut any hesitation from his mind and convinced him to ram his whole cock into the trans boy. Ray yelled out, feeling the stretch turn him lightheaded. His toes were taken off the ground with each harsh, relentless thrust. He couldn't take it. He couldn't cope. Drips of blood from being ripped open came out with each forced slam into him.

Morris wanted some. He ushered Dylan to step backwards so that he could sit down on the bench. Moving with a cock inside his hole felt impossible for Ray. It felt like he had a whole arm inside of his body. It was so much worse once he was being forced to sit down along with Dylan, the other teen's cock somehow creeping even deeper and now, as he sat on his dick, it put every bit of his weight onto his cervix, brushing it and making his insides cramp. And before he had a chance to get used to being punched internally by a cock raping his tight cunt, Morris pushed his whole dick into the boy's throat, becoming more and more forceful until it found the angle and strength to stuff him deep into his neck. Ray couldn't breathe.

Jo wanted Ray topless. He waited patiently, but took the chance whilst the other two were distracted to ride Ray's shirt and binder up, letting his small tits bounce free. He pinched at his nipples, pulling them forward as far as possible, adding to the stings and burns. Ray closed his eyes, not able to look anywhere without seeing his body being molested. His pussy was getting warmer too, and the more it did, the less being full felt painful.

Dylan began lifting and dropping the boy with more force, using his fingers to pull at his clit and twist it until it swelled. Ray felt his pussy ache as though a balloon was growing inside and his groin tightened. He helplessly begged again whilst his mouth was free of cock, "Please, no..."

Within seconds, endless streams of wet heat began slushing inside of his pussy. It went back to all being pain as he cried and writhed to be free. The cum kept stuffing him, disgusting him. Morris now took his dick out of Ray's mouth completely, watching Dylan as he took his semi limp dick out of the boy's used hole, but keeping him on his lap with his arms firmly around his waist. Morris slithered his hand down, playing with Ray's tidy bush before mercilessly ramming two fingers into his cunt. He felt around, enjoying mixing his own cum around inside the boy. He even groaned into his ear from behind to show him how much he liked breeding him, letting his lips kiss Ray's skin from getting so close up to him.

He pushed two fingers in from both hands and pulled them outwards to expose the trans boy's insides. He grinned at Jo, "Record this. Get some pictures too, and get her face in it. We need to show this slut what a good girl she is."

Ray was looking off to the side, his face drenched in tears, lips parted slightly, and his fight completely deflated. He wasn't aware of what they were doing until they started to try and record inside of his pussy, feeling the sharp pains shoot back as they tried pulling his hole apart to fit the phone in.

He was letting out occasional cries of pain when they broke his hole a bit wider, but he let out a scream when they were suddenly able to pull his skin around the phone and ram it all the way inside him, despite his hole's complete resistance. It felt as though he had a knife being kept up there. His body was giving up, violently shivering every few seconds. He almost passed out when he saw blood drip down from his thigh into a small puddle on the floor.

Then Jo yanked the phone out and started fucking him himself, crouching slightly to get out the right angle whilst Ray was still sat on Dylan's bare lap. He felt the cock pulse in and out of him time after time, the whole stroke rubbing against the walls of his insides whilst the tip prodded his bruised cervix. Dylan grinned, whispering again, "Feels good being used like you were born to be, huh? Your role in life as a girl. I'd keep you as my slave if I could, have your pussy constantly stuffed like it's meant to be. Stretch you out so you can take any cock. I'd invite every boy from school."

And then Ray started to shake, his whole body being overcome with more pleasure than he'd felt in years. Jo kept fucking him through it, letting the orgasm build until Ray was groaning in pleasure. Morris stepped in and kneaded his tits through it, letting him get more and more overwhelmed. The poor boy welped, biting down on his bottom lip to keep the tears clamped. He didn't know what to do whilst his body was feeling so good but his mind wanted anything but to be fucked by these idiots.

Dylan lifted Ray's ass forward, pulling him backwards once he was aligned to his butthole, tearing him downwards as he loudly cried out whilst his asshole was stretched open. It didn't matter. Nobody would hear. Dylan's cock burning inside him made Ray's pussy being stuffed my Jo feel ten times tighter...and better for all of them. Dylan helped the poor teen sway around back and forth by his hips, grinding against the other two boys as Morris sat to his left to suck on his exposed nipples, leaving spit running over his chest.

Dylan shuddered, feeling the pool of cum and Ray's juices on his thighs. He let out a mocking laugh before pulling fully out of the trans boy's ass, instead using his fingers to pry in extra space in his pussy, healing it squelch as he throbbed his fingers inside of him, taking extra care to open his cunt up even more to be able to join Jo in their slave's abused cunt. Ray panicked, knowing the infections they were happily cursing him and leaving him with to manage later by swapping between fucking his ass and pussy.

Their cocks pulsed in and out of him at different paces, rubbing his inner walls in the best possible way to edge him against his will. He muttered brokenly, "Please...I need to cum..."

They all laughed, slowing down whenever they saw his head start to tilt back. His whole groin was burning from the denial they forced him through.

He almost came for a fifth time, but as he began to ache, they all pulled out of him, leaving him desperately empty. He felt completely hollowed out. It wouldn't be for long, though. Morris picked him up and peshed him down onto the ground to lie in his own juices. The cum of all three of the boys was leaking out of his holes, tickling his clit before creeping farther down to his stomach.

He was about to push himself up off of the ground, but then one of the rapists laid their entire weight on his back, positioning their dick up between his pussy lips again and ramming into him. His massive cock vibrated in the poor boy whilst he pinned Ray's hands either side of his head, down against the ground. He grunted and moaned into his ears until he pumped one last load into Ray.

But this time, they let the trans boy come, laughing as his face broke from pleasure to pain as his pussy tried pushing the limp cock out of him.

They finally complied, dressing themselves back up again, but keeping an eye on the trans boy to make sure he didn't bother getting up. He was torn inside, so it was too painful for him to even try.

Ray's lips were quivering against a pool of cum from the other boys, the salty taste inescapable, even as he spat the semen out of his own throat.

He thought they were done, but then Dylan sat on his lower back, using all of his fingers and strength to pull the sides of Ray's cunt open, letting the cold air breeze in. He didnt have long to adjust the being completely open, exposed, and stretched apart before Morris gripped a baseball tight in his fist, gleefully slamming it against Ray's leaking hole and slapping the ball into his body.

Ray felt it drum into him, the size of it clawing at the walls of his pussy before popping as it found a way to slide in. They grabbed Ray by his shoulders, pulling him up into sitting to make the tightness of the ball burn so much more. He came on the spot, orgasming before the others had even let go of his arms.

"Enjoy birthing that out of your cunt, you slut," Jo spat, leading the three of them out of the changing room.

Morris was last to leave, letting the door slowly close whilst he whispered, "We'll be back again soon, Ray."

The door made a final slam to confirm they had left, and the moment it did the trans teen cried out in pain. He eventually rolled over, pushing his ass into the air and squeezing his cunt to birth the ball out from his insides. It wasn't budging though, so he knew he was going to have to fist himself to release it...unless he was going to accept defeat and let a doctor also fill up his girly hole, taking extra long to free him whilst they enjoy degrading the trans boy's body.