It Means They Haven’t Removed My Testicles Yet

“I’m not a girl!” I protest as you finish tying my wrists together to the top of the bed frame. You laugh at me, and stroke my breasts.

“That what are these? I don’t know of any man who has tits like these.” You cup my tits and push them up towards my face. I jerk my head back and struggle, twisting as much as I can while pinned beneath you.

“Let me go!”

You lean forward, still sitting on my waist, until you are hovering above my face, arms on either side of my head. You are so much stronger than me, you remind me of how weak I am, how I am barely a boy.

“Now, are you going to be a good girl and let me fuck you?”

“I’m not a girl! And you don’t get to fuck me! Let me go!”

You sigh, frustrated with my resistance. “Well, looks like I’m going to have to teach my little girl a lesson, aren’t I?”

You reach down and pick something up from next to the bed. I can’t see what it is, between my tied wrists and your heavy weight I can’t move at all.

Then you lift it up over my head triumphantly. My eyes widen. 

“No! You can’t put that in me! It won’t fit! It’s too big.”

You smile and press the head of the dildo gag at my lips. “Are you going to a good girl and let me put this in you?”

I shake my head and turn my head away. Your smile drops and you slap me. I jerk back, cheek stinging. You slap me again and again, finally I gasp and you grab my chin squeezing my mouth to stay open. I can’t even complain or yell before you’re feeding through the dildo gag. I choke and sputter, gasping around it.  Tears pool in my eyes and you laugh and grab my throat.

“You’re going to suck that cock and remember that it’s fake, just like that little packer you had in your panties. Real men don’t need fake dicks. And as you suck it, you’re going to wish it was my cock you were sucking.”

I whine, no longer gagging but throat still convulsing around it. Convulsing beneath your hand.

You let go of my throat, and slide your hand down between my breasts, stopping just long enough to pinch and pull at my nipples. It has me  whining, trying to escape your grasp, but at the same time, the unfamiliar touch feels so… good. No! I’m a boy— only girls like to have their tits played with.

Your hand slides lower, stopping at my boxers. You push yourself back so that you are kneeling over me. Your hands grip my bulge and squeeze. “And look what we have here… a fake cock? Now why would a boy like you need one of these?”

My cheeks burn with humiliation, and I try to snap back but all I do is just whine around the gag. You smile cruelly at me, tugging my boxers down over my knees, and then further until they come off completely. I kick and squirm against you, trying to get you away, only stopping to flinch as the cold air hits my pussy.

You toss my boxers and packer away. “Now let’s see this cute little cunt of yours.”

I shake my head, squeezing my thighs together but that doesn’t stop you from grabbing them and spreading my legs wide to the cold air. I stop squirming. It’s so cold, and my pussy is so hot. I tremble and squirm and you laugh.

“Look at that! You’re already dripping. You must really like being told your true place!”

I whine and gurgle around the gag, face burning hot in anger and embarrassment. I’m a boy! Not a girl!

You slide a finger up and down the length of my pussy, stopping at my clit. My clit begins to harden under the soft touch. It’s been too long since someone touched me there. 

“It’s a shame about all the bush… though that can be fixed easily. I suppose though you think this little clit of yours makes you a man, huh?”

I huff and protest around the gag, but you ignore me. You slide two fingers in to my pussy and my protests die. I shiver and squirm, but this time I’m not trying to escape your touch, I’m trying to encourage you. My pussy squelches as you scissor me open and I moan in aroused humiliation at the sound.

You laugh again. “Wow, you really are a desperate slut, aren’t you girl?”

You twist your fingers around, rubbing at my walls until I’m moaning and throbbing, trying to chase the orgasm I can feel beginning to build. Then you stop, leaving your fingers there as it fades away. I cry out around the gag, trying to thrust against you, trying to chase that relief. You grab my hips and hold me still, until it completely fades. I look up at you, teary eyed.

“Only good girls get to cum… And you seem to think you’re a boy. Though, you did seem to enjoy that, a lot like a girl would.”

My eyes widen and… Maybe… Maybe you aren’t wrong. I did enjoy that a lot. The feeling of you fingering my pussy, I could also imagine your dick in its place. My pussy throbs, and my clit burns with need.

You pull out your fingers and before I have to time to complain about the loss, you are sliding your dick into my cunt. 

I offer no resistance, squeezing and throbbing around your cock and you begin to thrust, slowly, but quickly getting faster and faster until you are thrusting at a steady. 

“What a good girl. You greedy, just sucking my cock in. This is just what you needed, isn’t it? Someone to show you what a real girl needed, huh? You just needed someone’s cock, that’s all.”

I nod and moan, not even thinking about it, not even resisting it anymore. You’re right, I did need a cock. I needed a cock in my pussy so much that I thought I needed to be a man. But I’m beginning to see it now, I just need someone to fuck me with a big cock.

You slap my tits, and then start to grope and play with them, tugging and pinching at my nipples, squeezing and playing with them. “Look at these things! When you’re pregnant with my child they’ll just get even larger, and then they’ll fill up with milk. Just like a good girl’s tits should do.”

I moan my agreement. I need to be fucked. I need you to fuck me until you knock me up.

You change the rhythm of your thrusting and now the dildo I had been sucking unconsciously  on, is being thrown back and forth in my mouth in time with every thrust that shoved me forward.

I’m drooling and swallowing around it. The pressure of the dildo hitting the back of my throat nearly makes me gag, but it makes me feel so full. My eyes slide shut.

You slap me. “Keep your eyes open, slut. I want you to see what it looks like for a girl to get fucked.”

I force my eyes open and watch you as you slam your hips against mine. Every time your thrust, you shove my body up and against the dildo. I moan around it, feeling so full. You’re right, this is my place. This is my purpose.

You remove your groping hands from my tits, gripping my throat and you keep thrusting a steady rhythm. I’m so close to cumming from you fucking me alone.

“This is what girls like you are made for, to be little slutty cumdumps. To be fucked for real men’s pleasure. That’s all you are. A slut. A slut for cum. For real men’s cum. Isn’t that right?”

I nod my head frantically, and I plead as much as I can, for you to let me cum. For you to cum in me, so that I can serve my purpose as a girl. But the only sounds I can make are desperate moans and groans.

You stop thrusting and I whine and squeeze around your cock, trying to get you to continue. I was so close…

“Only good girls get to cum,” you remind me.

I am a good girl. I’m a good girl. Please let me cum. I’m a good girl.

You pull out the gag, a strand of saliva following it. I moan at the absence of it, and I try to focus on your face.

“What are you?” You demand.

I stare in confusion at the sudden loss of the gag, and you repeat your demand, slapping my face. I shudder under your touch, desperate for more.

“A girl.”

“Louder! What are you? What is your purpose?”

“I’m a girl! I’m a girl! I have a pussy for you to rape and breed. I have tits for men to use. I’m a girl!”

Your thrusts become erratic, faster and faster until you pull out nearly all the way before slamming back, hitting my cervix and cum. You cum and cum and cum. Filling me up with so much cum.

I cry as the tension begins to fade as I begin to miss my orgasm. You reach down and rub my clit. Rubbing it furiously. Hard and rough in tight circles that has electric shocks running through me as I arch and cum around you, drawing even more cum out of you. The whole time you’re chanting, telling me about how much of a girl I am.

 Finally, you pull out of me, and cum follows. You look down at me, face flushed and eyes unfocused.

“What a good girl.”

“Take them off.” he said into your ear, his voice a heavy growl full of authority.  Wordlessly you obeyed, slipping your panties down hips and letting them drop to your ankles. “Good girl…” he rumbled.  Already his hands were exploring your bare thighs, pushing your short black dress up so that you bared all for him.  You didn’t even know his name but really you didn’t care.  All that was important now were those strong hands grasping at your ass, sliding up your thighs, claiming your body as his own.  You were already whimpering when he pushed his first finger passed your quivering outer lips and soon you were writhing around that digit while he finger fucked you.  No, while he prepared you.  Even in your lusty haze you could hear the sound of his zipper as it was worked down and his pants opening.  Soon he gave his next command. “Bend over.” You wouldn’t disobey him even if you wanted to.  Even if your submission meant the sacrifice of everything you held dear.  You didn’t just want this now.  You needed it.  As soon as you felt his bulbous mushroom head begin to line against your pussy you bit down hard on your bottom lip.  Your night was just starting…

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