[ALL CHARACTERS ARE 20 ]

[THIS IS ALSO 100% FICTION!!]

CHARACTERS: Darrell (rapist), Riley (victim)

More info on them is on their f-list.

https://www.f-list.net/c/darrell the tamer

https://www.f-list.net/c/riley the coward

KINKS: Unwilling but Submissive, Blackmail, Dacryphilia, Feminization, Noncon PDA, Forced Clotheswear, Chastity Devices, Public Indecency

It’d been a week.

A week of constant stress.

And he finally got the call. Well. More like the door being knocked on.

He never expected who would be behind the door, but he knew that next time, he’d pretend he wasn’t home.

“Hey.” It was the same man who’d assaulted him a week prior. Abused his throat so violently he had to skip work just to heal it.

“Uh… Um…” And now he was shutting the door, terrified of his fate. Terrified of what’s to come. Terrified of Darrell.

“I got you a nice outfit. We’re going to the same bar. Don’t bother bringing your wallet, I’m paying.” It was cold and bored sounding, and it really didn’t help how the man just…. expected him to follow along.

“Oh… Okay.” And yet he did. He grabbed the bag and let the man into his respectable apartment, and before he could ask him to take off his shoes, Darrell was already making himself welcome. He was walking straight to the living room and kicking his still booted feet onto the coffee table as he sunk deep into the purple couch, covered in throw pillows and blankets.

“I knew I hit the jackpot with you. So obedient. It’s almost like y’aren’t even being blackmailed into this.” Probably because he really wanted to be with Darrell, ignoring the abuse that entails. Talk about daddy issues. “Strip. Now.”

“Okay….. You- you can be nicer about this, y’know…” He grumbled as he began taking off his shirt, as unsexily as he could. That was all the power he had here- and he couldn’t deny that it… sort of turned him on. But that’s beside the point! Riley sighed as he took it off, revealing his prestine, soft skin and oh so soft belly. He was so skinny, yet his stomach looked so…. Squeezable? To Darrell, anyways. His chest was also… well, average. But his nipples, a soft pink and extremely puffy, were a sight to behold.

“What about your pants, hm?” Darrell would ask impatiently, licking his cracked lips. “I want to see all of what I’m working with here. I’m already dressed up, but don’t worry, you’ll get your own show soon.” He grinned, always knowing he’s hot shit.

Riley grumbled a wait a damn sec… before sliding his pants off quickly and messily. He stood there awkwardly as he covered the bulge in his boxers.

“All of it.”

“H-huh?”

“What, y’don’t think I chose yer underwear?” Darrell snarled before tossing a hot pink jockstrap at Riley. Riley meekly shuffled out of his cherry blossom patterned boxers and hid his junk as he put it on, nervous as ever.

“How’s this-“ And then he’d have a mini, black… fabric tossed at him. It took him a second to process that it was the type of dress to absolutely cling to every part of him. He awkwardly slid into the far too tight piece of fabric, and it just barely hid his ass. There were holes on the side as well as a checkered pattern that stretched right along his ass, making his all too flat (honestly fairly average) ass look much larger than usual. There was also a small hole where cleavage should be, but all it did was show how he didn’t have any chest hair.

“Y’look perfect. One last thing. C’mere, sit on my lap and lift that perfect little dress of yours.” Darrell demanded as he sat his legs back down and opened his legs, both giving Riley a visual of his far too large bulge, and a space to sit. Snuggled right against it, of course. His face was beet red as Darrell slyly felt him up, being particularly cruel to the chest as he teased Riley’s nipples until the boy’s own hard on was prevalent, and his heart beat was pounding so hard that he could count the beats per minute- 180. The poor boy was going to have a heart attack with how overwhelmed he was. “Hey…. Calm down, I’ll go easy on ya tonight, promise.” He cooed into the boy’s ear, pulling him closer to kiss him before sliding his hand into the jockstrap, which he pulled down just enough to get the whopping five inches that Riley was packing out. He then… pulled a small box out of his pocket. “Close your eyes…. I wanna surprise you.” He grinned as he pulled away from Riley’s panting mouth, lapping up the spit they produced like some sort of ghoulish dog. Riley, of course, listened, and as he nervously yelped as one of the coarse hands began rubbing him off. Even with some spit, Darrell’s calloused hands would remain unpleasant to feel if you weren’t searching for that kind of play. And Riley wasn’t. But regardless of how unpleasant it was, it was skilled, and Darrell wrung out a desperate, moaning orgasm out of Riley before either of them knew it. ”Good boy…” Darrell kissed Riley again before wiping away the spunk using Riley’s discarded boxers. He instinctively opened his eyes, but was immediately met with a harsh grip on his balls. “I said to keep them closed, you shit for brains whore.” His voice was cold and cruel, and Riley immediately and desperately whimpered out an ”I’m sorry, sorry, I’m sorry-“ before squeezing those eyes shut.

Finally, he could hear the box opening, and suppressed his urge to glance, before Darrell was fondling his whole genitalia again. It wasn’t a sexual touch, no, it was technical. Like he was- “Hah- what- what’re you putting on- on me?” He stuttered out, both feeling some… loose elastic wrapped tightly behind his dick and balls, as well as some sort of-

“A chastity cage, duh.” He could feel Darrell shrug before feeling his dick become tightly caged… He wanted to say anything to get out of this, but it was only another moment before he could hear a click. “Alright, open ‘em up.” Riley peeked down, and he’d see he was wearing a small -thankfully not flat- plastic, dark purple cage around his cock. This was… an undeniable fantasy he had for years, but now that he was actually in the situation, his stress was evident. “Mmm…. Don’t look so worried, y’know where I live. Just come over whenever y’wanna cum, okay?” He cooed into his ear before suddenly lifting his legs over his head, primed for a full nelson gutfuck.

But instead,

Darrell slowly and carefully began stretching the boy, one arm wrapped around his legs while the other was massaging the boy’s perineum with his thumb, index finger buried deep in his ass. It took some time- he wanted to make sure the boy was loose enough for the next action in his plan- but he finally inserted a second, and third finger. While Riley was a moaning, blubbering mess over this, his perceived enjoyment was immediately reversed when he saw Darrell put some lube on a… good lord, what the fuck is that girth? The buttplug was almost as wide as his fist- which admittedly isn’t that big for a hand, but good lord was it too much for his poor ass.

“W- wait! Wait! I can’t-“ He tried to stop his impending doom before squealing in a mix of pain, terror and… another emotion he couldn’t explain. It wasn’t even at the widest part yet and he felt so, so, so stretched out, sobbing the entire time before they both felt the satisfying pop as the worst of the girth got past the sphincters, it slid right in. Riley sniffled and writhed as he tried to cope with it, and Darrell put the boy’s legs back down so he could lay down and get used to the feeling.

Eventually, though, he did, and they left the house awkwardly, with Darrell walking ahead of a shifting and limping Riley, the poor boy was absolutely terrified of anybody finding out. Darrell, the gentleman that he is, opened the passenger seat for Riley and drove him to a restaurant. The drive itself was uneventful- Darrell didn’t speak once. It only made Riley more nervous-

An emotion that wound up being proven right, as soon as Darrell let him out of the truck, his hands were all over Riley… So much so, that Riley couldn’t even enjoy the fancy ass restaurant he was brought to- there was a goddamn chandelier above their heads! Most of the restaurant were silently minding their business, and other than Riley being beet red, it was a surprisingly nice date- Darrell was being quiet, sure, glancing around as he inspected every person in their vicinity carefully, before clicking a button on a small remote.

Riley yelped loudly and immediately covered his mouth as everybody glanced over. He never told him it was a goddamn vibrator! It was already pressed against his prostate- this is obscene to do in public! “Darrell- Darrell, turn it off, please, fuck, it’s not even gentle enough to f-feel good, please-“ He pled through hushed whispers-

“Finish yer meal and I’ll turn it off in the car.” Darrell shrugged with a wide grin, having already finished his own. Riley shakily spent the next five minutes scarfing it down, and immediately looked to Darrell with pure desperation “Okay, let’s go~” Darrell practically sung as he held the boy close to him, practically massaging his ass as he all but dragged him out the door.

He did not, however, turn off the vibrator.

It would stay on for the excruciating drive, and it seemed like they hit every red light. Darrell didn’t say anything as he let the boy out of the car, but he turned up the vibrator and handed Riley a 100$ bill. “That’s for being fun tonight.” Was all he said as he unbuckled Riley’s seatbelt for him and…. shoved him out of the car, driving off into the night while leaving Riley to deal with the aftercare himself.