Now that I pass as a cis-man, I rarely worry about walking home in the dark after a night out clubbing with my girlfriends. Once they're in cabs home, I normally avoid the taxi fare and go home on foot, walking through the city streets in the dark, the alcohol in my bloodstream keeping me warm. This particular evening we had had a great time, each of my friends had paired off with a handsome man in the club, leaving me to get progressively drunker and jealous that it was no longer so easy for me to hook up with strangers in bars, my mind beginning to drift to the heat between my legs. After downing one last drink at the bar, I waded through the masses of hot bodies towards the door and decided it was time for me to stumble home and take care of how horny the drinks had made me. I was dressed for the hot summer weather, in only jeans and a button down shirt, undone into a low V showing off the flat chest I'm so proud of. I enjoy the nighttime breeze as I walk as fast as my alcohol dazed body allows me to, through back alleys and city streets in order to get home to the comfort of my warm bed and my trusty vibrator, blush rising on my cheeks as I think of how I'll fuck myself under my covers, biting my lip to try and hold my moans from waking my flatmates.

Turning down a back street to cross more quickly through the town centre, my eyes fall on man entering from the other end of the alley, walking towards me in the darkness. I regard him quickly and, noting his large stature and confident walk, shove my hands into my pockets and lower my head, hoping to avoid being heckled for my less-than-heterosexual appearance. As the man drew closer to passing me by, I raised my head to give him another glance over, and to my surprise I met his gaze as he stared back at me. He snarled, "What you looking at, fag?", looking me up and down with disgust in his eyes. I push my hands deeper in my pockets, dip my head and power on forward, praying my ignoring him would dissolve the situation. "I'm fucking talking to you," he yelled after me, "who the fuck do you think you are, prancing about dark alleyways dressed like a fucking fairy?" As he jeered at me he had turned to follow me; he reached out and grabbed my arm from behind, spinning me around and allowing me to realise the full scope of the danger I was in. This man was not only older than me by a good ten years, but towered over my 5'5" by what seemed like a foot. As he shoved his hands into my chest, I was powerless but to bounce against the alley way wall behind me. "A little thing like you should be more careful in a nasty place like this," he laughed, holding me effortlessly against the wall with one hand as he combed his hair out of his face with the other.

I am suddenly painfully aware of the growing wet patch in my boxers, and I catch myself wishing my harraser would raise his hand from my chest to my throat. My face burns red, and he realises the effect his touch is having on me. "Is this exciting you, you fag? You like a big strong man to push you around? Well we can do better than this, can't we?" and with that, he moves his hand from my chest and spins me around, in one fluid movement forcing my bare chest against the cold brick wall and kicking my legs wider apart with his ankles. He leans into my back and I feel his hot breathe on the back of my neck and his clothed bulge pressing into my ass. "Is this what you wanted, you little whore?" Despite the panic rising in my chest, I can't help but squeak out a noise of agreement. I find myself involuntarily pushing my hips backwards to meet his body as he pulls my hands up above my head and pins them to the wall, "Now, now slut, let's not get ahead of ourselves. Let's see what I've caught for myself here." He removes one of the hands holding mine up, and traces it down my body, passing my neck and snaking under my shirt, the undone buttons allowing him easy access to my bare chest. I tremble under his touch, desperate to feel it lower, but also disgusted and embarrassed at how much I was enjoying being accosted by a stranger in the street. His hands felt rough on my skin, and he dragged a moan from my throat when he traced across my sensitive nipples, stroking them softly before pinching and twisting them, making me yelp out in pain and causing a rush of wetness between my legs.

Obviously tired of teasing, he tugs my shirt upwards, untucking it from my jeans and pulling it roughly, sending the remaining buttons flying and leaving my shirt hanging only by my shoulders. Feeling his hands moving lower I again begin to panic, 'What happens when he finds out I've got no dick? What if he's angry?'. I try to choke out some protestations, but they get caught in my throat as his hands move lower and his mouth attacks my neck leaving marks of his presence and his use of my body. He runs his free hand along the waistband of my jeans and I'm torn between fear and excitement; before I can bring myself to push him away and make my escape, his fingers find their way to my warm mound, pressing into me over my boxers, searching for something that's not there. "Oh," he whispers surprisedly into my skin, breathing hotly on my exposed neck, "You're a special kind of slut, aren't you? I'm definitely going to enjoy you." And with that, I was done for. He lifted his hand slightly before reaching and pushing it down under my boxers, finding the wetness at my core portraying how desperate I was for his touch. His hips pushed into my ass and my bare chest remained pressed close to the wall, I was trapped and completely at his mercy, exactly how I liked things. He plunged two thick fingers into my waiting hole, dragging them out of me and using my own wetness as lube to play with my hard t dick. He was drawing circles around my sensitive cock and I could feel myself reaching the edge incredibly quickly, having been turned on all night and then being made so vulnerable had me strung extra tight. He could tell I was near to orgasm by my heavy breathing and he dug his calloused fingers back into my needy hole, curling them and fucking into my g spot over and over. "You're really going to cum here in an alley on the fingers of a stranger? You filthy little boy. Cum for me, slut." His words pushed me over and I shook as his fingers continued abusing me through my orgasm.

Finally he pulled his sticky fingers out of my hole, leaving my empty and desperate to be filled again. Tired of working his hands in the front of my jeans he grabs the waistband and yanks them down to my knees, repositioning me so my legs were further away from the wall, my arms outstretched leaning into the brick to keep myself steady. I think to myself that I should run, or scream, but all I can do is whimper, beg for more and grind my ass backwards searching for some friction. Seeing my baseless attempts to have him touch me, the man lifts his hand and brings it down to my asscheek with a sharp slap. I yelp and then let out a moan, unable to stop myself from enjoying this punishment. "Now don't get too comfortable you little whore, it's time for me to take what I really want," he growled into my ear from behind, and I heard him unbuckling his belt and lowering his jeans, "hold still slut." I felt him slap his rock hard dick against my ass cheeks, before putting a hand on my lower back, tilting my hips forward and positioning his cock at the entrance to my pussy. I am throbbing in anticipation as he slowly begins pushing the head of his thick cock into my tight hole, I can feel his member stretching my walls as he grabs my hips for leverage before forcefully thrusting the rest of his length inside me.

Slowly he started to fuck me, withdrawing his whole length before pushing it back inside me. My wetness was making it easy for him to fuck me steadily, so without losing his steady pace he began to move faster and faster. I could hear him grunting behind me as he thrust, "You're so wet for my you little whore, you like this big dick? You like taking daddy's dick like a slut on the street?" All I could choke out between moans was a 'Yes daddy', hearing the name seemed to spur him on to fuck me harder. Reaching forward he took a rough handful of my hair and pulled me up closer to his chest, I loved being forced about like a doll in his big hands, feeling so small pressed against his large body. He leaned down and kissed my neck while still fucking his whole length ruthlessly into me, and moved his hand from my hair to my neck, choking me and heightening my pleasure even further.

I felt him shift his position slightly and suddenly he was pounding into my gspot and I felt like I was going to fall apart. No longer able to hold back I began moaning louder and louder, begging for him to fuck me hard, crying in pleasure and calling the stranger who had attacked me daddy. I came on his dick with an earth shattering orgasm, my own cum now dripping down my legs as he continued abusing my sensitive cunt. I felt his thrusts getting more erratic as my pussy spasmed around his thick member, willing him to cum deep inside me. He pushed me back to lean against the wall with a loud grunt, grabbed my shoulders and began fucking me in earnest, I saw stars with the pleasure I felt. His moans were music to my tired ears, and suddenly he was growling filthy words to me again, asking if I was enjoying it, telling me what a dirty little boy I was, and do I want daddy's cum. I moan out that I need his cum, I want him to fill me with his seed and cum deep inside me. Being filled always got me off, and with little risk of getting pregnant I didn't have much to lose in indulging this kink of mine. "Breed me daddy," I cry out, "Fill your little slut with your cum." With a final thrust he presses the head of his dick right up to my cervix and I feel the hot flood of cum rushing into me. I tighten my pussy and grip his dick and he continues to thrust involuntarily and erratically into me, draining every drop from him.

He slowly pulls his spent cock out from my filled cunt and pushes me to my knees to clean him off, and I oblige with pleasure. Taking his dick in my mouth, I spend a few moments licking and sucking a combination of my own cum mixed with his from his salty skin. Once he was satisfied I had done my job he yanked me back to my feet and regarded me with a look of what seemed to be distaste. "You truly are a filthy little slut, aren't you boy? How disgusting." He buckled his belt and turned to leave, giving me a slap on the ass as he walked past me. When he was out of sight I finally began to pull myself together. Cum was dripping down my thighs and I felt breathless and used. Leaning my back against the wall for support I pull my jeans and rebutton my shirt before beginning to make my way home on wobbly legs, smiling to myself in a post-fuck haze. Maybe I should take back alleys more often.