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fakeboycorrection · 4 months

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Fakeboy story time! Back in action for all you fakeboys.

It actually started off in a kind of boring way. You'd been dating your boyfriend for about a year now. When you met him, you were already out as a trans man, so there was never any confusion, never any misgendering, nothing like that. In fact, if anyone called you by the wrong pronouns in public, he was actually the first to stand up for you. That's why you were kind of surprised the first time he brought it up when you were in bed.

"Wouldn't it be kind of hot if you wore lingerie while we fucked?" He said while you were kissing his neck lightly. It wasn't the weirdest request in the world. Plenty of men wore stuff like that for fun with their partners.

So you gave in. He picked some out online, it arrived a few days later, and that night, the two of you had the best sex you'd ever had.

The fact it was so good should have been a warning sign to you.

It started out with just lingerie. Then, he started having you wear some lipstick, telling you it was just so you could leave lipstick marks on his neck when you kissed him.

Then it moved on to him groping your tits during sex. You'd told him never to do it, it made you dysphoric as hell, but there he was, doing it anyways. In the heat of the moment, you were too horny to complain, but afterwards you brought it up, he apologized, and you thought that would be the end of it.

But it wasn't.

The next time the two of you started fucking, he immediately started to grab your chest. You pushed him away, protesting loudly, but you were met with a smack in the face.

"You're mine. You don't get to tell me what I can and can't touch." The seriousness in his voice scared you, but the dominance turned you on, flooding your hole with wetness. You decided to go along for the ride, letting him touch wherever he wanted, getting off harder than you had in years. Afterwards, you didn't even think to bring it up. It felt natural, so it must be okay.

The next time you two fucked, things went further. Maybe too far.

Just a few minutes into pounding you from behind, your boyfriend lent in behind your ear, practically growling the words.

"You're such a good girl for me."

And the crazy thing is, you didn't even say anything back. You didn't complain. You didn't remind him that you were a man. You just moaned. Like a good girl.

After that, everything changed. It was clear he didn't see you as a man anymore. You came home the next day and found him in your closet, throwing out all of your manly clothes and replacing them with feminine ones, ones that showed off the tits you were so "dysphoric" about, ones that said things that went against all of your beliefs, labelling you as "Daddy's Girl" and other objectifying phrases. He'd bought you sets of makeup and left them on your dresser, ready to be applied, right next to a paper saying you were scheduled for breast enlargement surgery. And what did you do? Stand up for yourself? Declare your manhood and show him how wrong he was? Kick him out for doing so much harm to your trans identity?

No.

You knelt down on the ground right then and there and gave him the best blowjob that a real man could ever ask for, sucking gleefully as he moaned your real name.

You were never really happy as a man, you can see that now. Because you were always meant to be a dumb, cock sucking bimbo.

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fakeboycorrection · 1 year

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New fakeboy story! A little more preamble in this one, but I love this dynamic regardless:

Being trans and on a men's soccer team was always going to be a struggle, you knew that. You'd been working hard your whole life to get to this point, and you weren't about to be humiliated now. You'd come out to your parents as a young teen, and jumped straight into the boy's soccer team in your high school. It'd been hard, but you did your best, and made your way, eventually, onto your college's soccer team. Now, you were in the big leagues, and everything was harder. Size might not be everything in soccer, but it was crazy, just how much smaller you were than the other guys. You came in at about 5 foot 2, while all the other guys were at least six feet tall, most of them had a foot or more on you. You'd been treated as the runt of the team, teased and picked on, bench warming most games, but tonight was the night. The team captain, a big guy named Adrian, had decided to get you out on the field. You were working up a sweat immediately, struggling to keep up with the guys on the other team, sprinting up and down the field the whole time.

At the end of the game, things were all tied up. You knew your team could take them if things went into overtime, so you just had to keep the ball away from them until some of the substitutes could jump in. You had the ball, and were running it up the field, pushing with all your might to keep it out of the hands of the other time. The clock was ticking down, you were swerving left and right, dodging all their team members, when at the most important moment, you slipped and fell on the ground. A member of the other team quickly snatched up the ball, and made a sprint to your goal, shooting it in and scoring the victory. The crowd erupted into a mix of cheers and laughs, all while you lay there on the ground, trying not to cry.

You had tried so hard to be the best that you could be, but you'd failed, losing your team a critical game. You walked off and back to the locker room, trying to hide away from the angry faces of your teammates and fans, trying to get away from it all.

No one was in the locker room, and you figured you had plenty of time before anyone got back from getting yelled at by the coach, so you decided to take a quick shower to try and wash off your shame. You slipped off your uniform, covered in sweat and dirt, and then took off your binder and boxers, laying them next to your bag. You walked over, completely nude and tits now bouncing with every step, to the shower, getting in and turning the water on extra hot. You were only in there for a few minutes before you heard a door open, and the sounds of many male voices arguing.

"Ugh, that was fucking bullshit!" You heard Adrian yell as someone slammed the door shut. The whole team must've been inside. You went to reach for your towel, but realized you hadn't brought one. Not wanting to be seen, you stayed in the shower, hoping no one would come in. You were still in the closet to the whole team. Only the coach knew that you were trans.

"I know, right? It's not our fault that dumbass can't play. I still don't know how he made the team..." you heard another voice respond. You felt the embarrassment of the loss welling up in your cheeks, causing your eyes to water. "I don't know how he even made the team, the little runt..."

"Maybe he sucked off the coach?" Adrian said, and the whole room laughed. You felt your face turning red. You might not be the best, but you'd made it on the team, fair and square. "You've seen the way coach looks at him, right? Dude wants that ass. I'm gonna hit the shower, let me know if he comes in here to scream at us again, over bullshit that wasn't our fault." You heard the vitriol in Adrian's voice as he said that last line, walking towards the shower. You froze, not sure what to do or where to go. You could hear the slaps of his bare feet against the ground as he inched towards the shower, and the best thing you could think to do was turn around and hope that he'd just take one of the other spots in the room without talking to you. The communal shower wasn't very big, but you thought you could hide from him...

"Well, there you are..." You heard Adrian's voice behind you, but continued to face the wall. "Nice playing out there. Got us all screamed at by coach, and you're just hiding away in here?" You heard Adrian's clothes hit the ground as he undressed. "You're the one that deserves to be yelled at..."

"I'm s-sorry..." You tried to whimper out, hearing Adrian step into the shower fully, turning one of the other showerheads on. You heard him make a noise, almost like a growl.

"Yeah well, sorry doesn't get us to championships. Never should've taken you off the bench... You know what?" You heard him start walking towards you. You tried to make yourself as small as possible to hide from him. "You're the one who deserves a lecture, not us. Let's start with this..." He grabbed you roughly by the shoulder and spun you around.

"What the fuck..." you heard him say. You'd closed your eyes now, not wanting to see his reaction, but you knew that he was now staring at your tight, feminine body. Big tits with a little cunt to match. You felt his eyes staring into you for almost a minute, and eventually, you gave in and opened yours, looking back at him. The look on his face was a mix of confusion, anger, and... something else. Something that scared you. Before you could say anything though, he opened his mouth and shouted.

"Guys, get in here!" He yelled. Your eyes shot open fully in shock. You tried to open your mouth to say something, but were stopped by his hand, pushing against you roughly and silencing you. 7 or 8 of your teammates filed into the shower, all stripping down as they got in.

"Do we seriously have to shower together dude? Isn't that a little ga-" the one at the front started to say, before seeing you, held in place by Adrian. A chorus of voices rang out.

"What the hell?"

"Who's she?"

"Why'd you bring a girl in here?"

"Wait, is that the runt?"

You stared at them, tears threatening to pour out of your eyes. You'd always wanted to come out one day, but you wanted to come out on a good day. You wanted to be the star of the team, to show everyone that trans guys can be the best at anything they choose to be. You wanted to be MVP, then reveal your identity and see the shock and awe in their faces as they realized an FTM could be on top. Not... this. You didn't want to be the loser, who gets outted by his whole team seeing his tits in the shower.

"Boys, look what we have here..." Adrian said, giving the room a smirk that hid evil intentions behind it. "Seems the runt's been keeping a secret from his team."

"Wait, he's- or, she, I guess... Is one of those transgender girls?" One of the guys asked. You had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes at that.

"Nah she's a trans guy, like that one dude in our Bio class. Means she was born a girl." Another teammate said. The other guys looked at you and studied your body. You watched their faces as they slowly turned from curiosity to understanding, and then into a strange, primal hunger.

"I think I have a better idea of what we can do with you, as a nice little reminder of what happens to guys that keep us from making it to champs..." Adrian said, letting go of your mouth and grabbing your arms. He was so much stronger than you, you couldn't resist him at all as he picked you up and pinned you to the wall, underneath the hot, running shower.

"Wait, please!" You blurted out, finally able to speak. You felt the warm water run down your tits, streaming down and running over your cunt. Your whole body felt hot. You felt something else touch your thigh, and you thought Adrian had kneed you, until you looked down and saw what had touched you.

Adrian's cock was resting against your thigh, bigger than any you'd seen before. You weren't really interested in guys, so you hadn't studied their bodies before. But this cock was definitely bigger than any you'd noticed in person, as big as the cocks on those guys in professional porn. You started to shake with fear. "D-don't do this Adrian, please..." Adrian just smiled and leaned in, kissing you.

You felt the firmness of his lips as they pressed against yours. You tried to pull away, but he grabbed your chin and forced you to kiss him back. You felt sickened, and struggled to get away, slapping him with your newly freed hand, but one of the other guys had moved in and grabbed it, pinning you against the wall. As Adrian kissed you, biting your lip lightly, you looked around past his face and saw the other guys slowly jerking off their hard cocks. Their muscled bodies were a strong contrast to your tight yet soft body, now pinned against the warm tile of the shower. After a few moments, Adrian pulled back, letting a string of spit hang between the two of you.

"Come on, be a good girl and just enjoy this..." He said, laughing. The others laughed along with him lightly, but were now too focused on your body to play around anymore.

"I'm not a girl! I'm a man, just like you..." You responded angrily, giving Adrian a nasty look.

"Oh? Then what's this?" He said, jamming his fingers into your pussy. Involuntarily, you moaned, practically collapsing into his chest. You looked up at him defiantly, but you could already see victory in his smile. "There we go, there's a good girl..."

Your defiance turned to sadness, and then to pleading. "Please, Adrian. Please don't do this... I... You can't fuck my front hole, at least. I don't want a kid anymore than you do, right?" You looked into his eyes, looking for any sense of mercy.

"Oh don't worry." He responded. "You said you're a man, right? Men can't get pregnant..." He laughed, spinning you around and throwing you into the crowd of guys, all of which placed a hand on one of your limbs and held you tight. "And besides, there's what, ten of us here? That's only a ten percent chance it'll even be my kid... I'm willing to take those odds."

With that, the rest of the guys pinned you down onto the floor and knelt down at all sides of you. Most of them just jerked off over you, but Adrian stuck his cock in your pussy, fucking you so fast and quick that you thought you'd break immediately. You thought it would hurt more, but the wetness inside of you was making it easy for him to force himself in. Despite everything, your pussy was acting appropriately, getting wet for them. As Adrian thrust into you, you felt moans burst out of your mouth once more, against every struggle that you made to keep quiet. You were silenced fast though, as one of your teammates took the opportunity of your open mouth to jam his cock down your throat. He thrust way down into you, choking you on his dick and slapping his balls against your face. You tried to gag, to scream, or do anything, but you couldn't even move. The other guys were still pinning you down, circling you and jerking off over your soft body.

Adrian continued thrusting into you, reaching down and squeezing your tits with a free hand. "There's a good girl..." He said, sending a shiver down your spine from all the sensations. He kept fucking you like that, telling you over and over what a "good girl" you were for taking him so well, before finally announcing that he was about to cum.

The teammate fucking your throat pulled out for a second to let Adrian lean in real close to your ear and whisper, "I'm dumping my load way down inside you, little runt girl..." as he came inside you. You couldn't help but moan, feeling his warmth fill you up. He leaned back, allowing the other guy to start fucking your throat again, to which you couldn't even fight back on any more. After a few seconds of filling you up, Adrian finally pulled out, then tapped one of your other teammates on the shoulder. That one situated himself in front of you and started fucking you, just like Adrian, though he didn't last quite as long. A few minutes later, and you were getting filled with even more cum. At the same time, the one fucking your mouth let his seed down into your throat, growling as he did so. You could hear Adrian laugh from the sidelines, watching as the torture in your eyes slowly turned to bliss.

After a few of the guys ended up cumming on your chest, Adrian came back into the fray, grabbing you by your hair and dragging you over to one of the walls. Your other teammates released you, letting him take full control of you.

"Are you ready to be a good girl yet?" He asked, grabbing you by the chin and smiling. You leaned against the wall, trying in a daze to look at him.

"F-fuck you..." You whimpered out, trying to hide the remnants of pleasure shocking your body. Adrian just kept smiling.

"Wrong answer, pretty girl." He said, grabbing you under your thighs and picking you up like you were nothing. He pinned you up against the wall, shoving his cock in you while he held you up against the wall. He literally lifted you up and down on his cock, bouncing you on it, using you like a fleshlight.

"You know, you make a pretty cute girl..." He said, grunting as he thrust you up and down. You couldn't stop your moans now, crying out as your petite body shook in his strong arms. "I don't know why you people even like pretending to be men... isn't this so much better?"

You wanted to respond, to tell him no, but your mouth couldn't even form the words. You just continued moaning as he bounced you up and down, fucking the mess of cum and shower water deeper into your cunt, sending even more spasms down your back and through your limbs. Adrian smiled, knowing he didn't really need an answer to know that he'd one. He leaned in to kiss you again, and this time you gave in, kissing him back as you bounced up and down. You felt his tongue enter your mouth, feeling as strong as every other muscle in his body, dancing around as your moans mixed with the sloppy mess of making out. You grabbed him by his hair, holding on for dear life while he thrust deeper and deeper inside of you. You'd felt it building up this whole time, but were still surprised when an orgasm wracked your body, forcing you to pull Adrian in closer until he joined you in cumming, filling you up for the second time of the night.

After your orgasms subsided, Adrian dropped you back down onto the floor like a ragdoll, and you collapsed roughly, cum leaking out of you and onto the tiles of the floor. "Get some use out of her." You barely heard Adrian say as he walked out of the shower, grabbing his towel. THe other guys walked over to you, grabbing at you hungrily, wanting to do more than watch a show this time. One of them stuck his cock in your mouth, which you happily sucked on, needing more of their manliness inside of you. Another grabbed your hand and put it on his dick. At first, you just held it, but he slapped you, causing you to start jerking him off.

"There you go, good fucking girl..." You heard him mutter under his breath. Another guy held his cock out on your other side, and before he even did anything, you reached up and grabbed it, jerking him off as well. Those three used you until they had all finished, covering you and filling your throat with their hot, sticky cum, which you greedily drank down, even licking some of it off your hands as they walked away.

After that, two of the other guys dragged you back to the middle of the room. They picked you up and held you in between them, one of them with his cock at your pussy, the other prepared at your ass. You'd toyed with your ass plenty in the past, but you were still surprised at how easily his cock got into you when they both rammed inside. Maybe it was all of the cum dripping out and on your body, maybe it was the water in the shower, but they both slipped in with no problems, fucking you on both sides. All you could do was moan in a blissful state, barely aware of what was going on beyond the pleasure filling your body. They fucked you like that, bouncing you between them for what felt like an eternity before filling you up and dropping you unceremoniously back down onto the floor, finally dripping cum out of every hole now.

The night went on like that for a couple of hours, your teammates filling your mouth and pussy, or just cumming onto your pretty little tits. Once you were done, Adrian had a long, private chat with you about your role on the team going forward.

Surprisingly enough, he said you could stay on the team! Unfortunately, you had to wear a new uniform to every game, and were never allowed to play again. The new uniform was basically just a short skirt and bra, in the team colors. You hated being turned into a glorified cheerleader, though you had to admit, you didn't look half-bad in it... Of course, this outted you to your entire school and turned you into a laughing stock. The loser that had lost the team a big game, and who'd been turned into a cheerleader as a punishment. Adrian ended up leading the team to champs regardless of the loss, and, despite you never actually helping, you technically supported them along the way.

After every game, you "supported" the team in the locker room for a few hours. And honestly? It was a lot more fun than your dumb little fantasy of being MVP. Maybe being a girl isn't half bad...

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fakeboycorrection · 1 year

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Your bio says t4t, then why are you liking my posts? Why are you following me? Why are you in my messages, sending me your tits and begging me to fuck you? I'm a cishet man... You're not t4t. You're just a horny girl...

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fakeboycorrection · 1 year

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too scared to dm you :(

I get these kinds of asks fairly often from you fakeboys. If you're too scared to dm me, then send me an ask, not anonymously, and I'll do my best to get back to you and fix you. No guarantees, but I'm less busy these days, so I may very well have time to talk about how I'll fuck those silly boy thoughts out of your dumb little head... so don't be scared to dm, or at least give me your username in an ask...

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fakeboycorrection · 1 year

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This went really well, I got to play with some beautiful but confused girls, so I'm opening up this offer past Valentine's day, for an indefinite period of time. My messages are open to any girl who wants a reminder on whether or not she's a girl, so go ahead and send your chest in, with tits or without. Don't worry, I'll still be able to tell what you are...

Happy Valentine's Day, fakeboys! As my gift from you this year, you're going to send me a picture of your chest. Anyone can send, just show me your tits or scars from your dumb little surgeries...

And as a gift back to you, once you show me your chest, I'll tell you whether or not you're a girl! (I think you already know the answer, but a real man knows best!)

😘

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fakeboycorrection · 1 year

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Happy Valentine's Day, fakeboys! As my gift from you this year, you're going to send me a picture of your chest. Anyone can send, just show me your tits or scars from your dumb little surgeries...

And as a gift back to you, once you show me your chest, I'll tell you whether or not you're a girl! (I think you already know the answer, but a real man knows best!)

😘

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fakeboycorrection · 1 year

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Fakeboys make the best cock suckers, whether they've accepted their real gender or not. The ones that still think that they're "men" desperately want cock because they think that the masculinity might rub off on them, if they suck it enough or swallow enough cum... they're always so dumb. And the ones that accept their places as girls? Well, they're already violently needy whores, of course they'd never pass up the chance to worship a real man's cock...

Which one are you?

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fakeboycorrection · 1 year

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Fakeboy storytime 3(I think?)

You wake up, tired and groggy, trying to remember what happened.

Last thing you remember, you were at the local gay bar. There were tons of dudes around you, but you had taken interest in one of the biggest guys in there. He was tall, handsome, and huge as hell, exactly your type....

Most of the guys around were twinks, a little feminine, or trans, like you. But not this guy. He was 100% masculine, and you loved it. You started flirting with him as soon as you saw him, and he seemed receptive. You were upfront with him about being trans and he was extremely respectful about it, still interested, though you were surprised at how much this shocked him. You never thought that you passed very well, but apparently he couldn't tell. Nice.

He offered to buy you a few drinks across the night, and you gladly accepted. You never considered yourself a lightweight, but the second drink he gave you, right after you got back from the bathroom, hit you hard. You were feeling tired. Confused. Dizzy. But he was kind. He offered up his water to you, took you outside, and got you in the back of his car, promising to get you home. You felt so nice and safe with him, slowly falling asleep in his car.

And now, there you were, waking up, strapped down to some kind of metal table. You felt like a piece of meat on display. You tried to yell out, but your mouth was gagged. You looked around. The room was dark and looked like some kind of basement. The walls looked thick and hard, and you weren't sure how deep you were. Wherever you were now, no one was going to hear you, even without that gag in your mouth.

You heard footsteps behind you. Slowly walking into your vision was the man from the bar last night. Your eyes suddenly widened as things started to make sense.... you couldn't believe how dumb you'd been. You'd fallen right into his hands.

"Well, good morning, sweetheart..." the man said. It was only then the you realized, you didn't even know this man's name, and he'd never bothered to ask yours. You two barely knew each other, and yet you'd been dumb enough to trust him this much...

"I'm sure you've already figured out where this is going, but if you haven't, I'll try to be upfront with you." He said, tearing off the small amount of fabric hiding your front hole from the world. You could only stare down in horror as he gazed at your body hungrily, getting ready to feast...

"Such a beautiful pussy... it's a shame that you hide it behind the disguise of being a girl." A wave of embarrassment washed over you. Not only was this man going to rape you, but he had lied about everything... he didn't even see you and crave you as a man, he wanted you as a girl. You struggled against your restraints, but it was no use. You were much too weak to break free.

The man started touching your pussy lightly, and you jolted up at the stimulation. "We're going to have plenty of fun, but I have another surprise to show you first..." he grabbed a remote from a nearby table and turned a monitor on, revealing a live camera feed of you, accompanied by a long list of chat messages.

"Say hello to your adoring audience, my beautiful girl..." the man smirked at you as your eyes flicked up and down, reading the chat messages. "They'll be giving me some... suggestions... on what to do with you tonight... you better hope they're merciful. Although, usually their arousal trumps any feelings of kindness they might have."

You read some of the messages.

'Fuck her pussy and make her cry'

'Breed her and leave the stream up 24/7! I want to see her swell...'

'Torture the bitch! She needs to know her place'

And there were some darker ones as well, some that scared you... some that made you worry that you'd never leave this basement again, if your captor decided to give in to those suggestions. You started shaking in fear, already crying, trying to plead with him their your gag.

"Oh? Feeling a little nervous about your first live performance? Don't worry, my dear... I'll start off slow with you, then ramp up over the next few weeks... but, by the end of this, I'll be doing literally anything they ask... I hope you weren't too attached to your freedom before this, because you can kiss it goodbye." He smiled, turning to read some of the messages for himself. "Ah, 'Make her admit that she's just a girl'. That's a good one... you did try to fool me at that bar, claiming to be a man and everything... you'll need some severe fixing for that." He started unbuckling his pants getting up onto the table and straddling your trapped body.

"Let's see how long it takes until you throw away all those silly "boy" thoughts, my pretty little girl.

You closed your eyes, trying to hide yourself from him in any way possible as he leaned in, kissing your neck and feeling up your sides. You could hear his throat growling quietly, right as his cock met the entrance to your front hole. Then, you heard him laugh.

"You're already wet for my cock? This might be easier than I thought..." your eyes shot open. Why the hell were you wet? You knew you weren't enjoying this, and yet...

You couldn't finish the thought as his cock entered you, deeper than you'd ever felt before. You'd only ever fooled around with other trans guys in the past, usually just doing stuff with your hands and mouths. But this... this was different... it felt like an entirely new experience. You felt your body betraying you, starting to enjoy the man's cock thrusting in and out of your pussy... you couldn't stop yourself from lightly moaning. The man just smiled down at you, proud of how easily you were being broken down.

"Such a good girl... your audience is loving it..." he grunted, thrusting harder. You couldn't deny it now, that it felt physically good, but in your mind, you were still terrified of him. Scared about what he might do to you in the days to come. Afraid of how far he might go. The chat wasn't scared of going too far though, as you read a few more messages, feeling his cock fill up every inch of you hole. You glanced over at it, reading more.

'Cum inside!'

'Never let this bitch go, she's taking it so well already. She's a keeper.'

'Get some of the toys out, this is boring'

And one more messages, the implications of which scared you more than you could ever have realized...

'Do you think he'll do an auction on this one, or just dispose of her when he's done? I'd love to own that piece of meat...'

Reading that made you realize that there were only two ways that this captivity was going to end, and neither sounded pleasant. You started to cry again, a harsh contrast to the incredible feelings happening inside your cunt. Your captor just laughed.

"Finally figuring out just how fucked you are, hm? Well, don't worry, I've got a gift for you..." he leaned in and bit your neck hard, probably drawing blood, until you finally felt a warm feeling filling up your insides, accompanied by his grunts. You could feel his cock pulsing as he filled you up with his load, to the point that it started dripping all over the floor, spilling out everywhere, such a massive load...

After nearly a minute of cumming, he finally pulled out, looking down to admire his work. "Yep, that's a properly used pussy... I'm sure you feel like a real "man" now, don't you cunt? Dripping cum out of your pussy, so 'masculine'." He said, laughing. "Well, that was fun, but we've got plenty more work to do." He got up and walked over to the monitor, reading through more chat messages. Your heart sunk as he looked through more and more messages, that just seemed to be getting more humiliating and violent by the second.

"Let's see... that one looks fun!" He said, pointing to a specific message. "Should help us break your dumb little boy thoughts..."

You read the message, and your heart sunk.

'Breed her.'

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