Olivia's Modeling Career - Chapter 1
Word Count: 950
Kinks: blackmail, misgendering, humiliation
Ryan was a cool guy. Well - âRyanâ was a cool âguy,â as Jacob saw it. He would never admit it to âhisâ face, but it was honestly laughable that Ryan considered himself a guy. Jacob didnât really have anything against the whole trans thing, per se. It was just hard to take seriously with someone like Ryan. He joked about dressing like a âfaggot,â but his long hair and painted nails just made it super obvious he was a girl.Â
His room looked like a girlâs room, too. This was not a surprise to Jacob. Ryanâs bed was full of stuffed animals, and he had a vanity table with makeup and knickknacks sprawled over the surface.Â
âThis is my room,â Ryan gushed. âI cleaned up a little before you came, just ignore any mess that I didnât get.âÂ
âItâs cool.â Jacob sat on the edge of Ryanâs bed, picking up a stuffed unicorn. âThese are cute.â
Ryan laughed a little awkwardly, hiding behind his hair. Such a shy girl. Jacob wondered what she looked like naked. âAh, yeah. I guess Iâm a little old for it, but I like collecting. Um, do you want a drink or something?â Changing the subject. Super cute.Â
âIâd love a drink.âÂ
Ryan nodded, forcing an awkward laugh. âUh, yeah. Iâll be right back, man. Make yourself at home.âÂ
Ryan left to go to the kitchen, and Jacob immediately set to investigating. He decided to take a closer look at the vanity and see what was laying there. Nestled between a small clown doll and a jar full of pencils, he noticed a pill bottle. Perfect. He bent down, looking for the name on the bottle.Â
Olivia. Such a sweet name. Much cuter than Ryan. Learning her real name completely sapped any pretense of her manhood - boyhood might have been a better word - from his mind. Jacob snickered, quickly moving to make it seem like he was checking out the bookshelf when he heard Olivia coming back.Â
She had two beers in hand when she returned, smiling much more naturally now. âHey! Here you go, man.â She handed him his beer, nervously fidgeting with the tab of her own. âItâs been a while since I had a friend over. Sorry if Iâm totally awkward. Nerves, you know?âÂ
âDonât be nervous.â Jacob put a hand on her arm. âHey. You want me to teach you how to shotgun?â
Olivia grinned, clearly ecstatic for her inclusion in the male ritual. God, she was cute. âFuck yeah!âÂ
âItâs easy. Here, gimmie that.â Jacob put his own beer down, digging out his keys and taking Oliviaâs from her. He held the can sideways, carving a hole into the side with his key. âOkay, put your mouth around that, then tilt the can up and crack the top.âÂ
Olivia took the can hesitantly, wrapping her lips around it. She followed Jacobâs instructions, starting to chug the beer. Some spilled down her chin, staining her t shirt. Jacob wished she wasnât wearing her stupid binder, so he could see it cling to her tits. âFuck!â She pulled away, laughing and hiccuping. âOh, shit, I got it all over myself.âÂ
âYou totally did.â Jacob laughed, patting her on the back hard enough to make her stumble. âNice job, Liv.âÂ
She went pale. âWhat the fuck? Hey - hey, fuck you! Thatâs not my name.â
âCâmon. Canât take a joke?â Jacob goaded. âThen you probably donât want anyone else to know about it, right?â He took a step closer, looming over her. âYou have beer on your shirt, Olivia. I think you might want to take it off.â
She shook her head, looking terrified. âI thought we were friends.â
âWe are friends. So itâs okay to take your shirt off.â Jacob pulled up the hem of her shirt. Olivia kept her arms pinned to her sides, but didnât grab his hands to stop him. She was shaking. âIâm not asking, Olivia. God, it really would be fucking horrible for everyone to know that name, wouldnât it?âÂ
Face burning red, she silently lifted her arms. Jacob took full advantage, grabbing her binder hem too and yanking them both upwards, over her head.Â
Olivia actually screamed. It was hilarious. She clapped both arms over her chest, mortified. âNo!âÂ
âDelusional bitch.â Jacob slapped her, hard. Her head snapped to the side, and she started sobbing. âPut your hands behind your head.âÂ
âYou donât have to do this,â she whined. Jacob slapped her other cheek and she gasped in pain, reluctantly peeling her hands away from her tits.Â
They were gorgeous tits, too. Nice and perky, with stiff nipples. Was she turned on by this shit? Probably. Jacob found that deep down, most females were sluts. âCute. Canât believe youâd hide these.â He groped one, then gave it a hard slap, prompting another sob. âSit the fuck down. Push your tits together, make it look sexy. And stop fucking crying. Iâll give you a minute to get your shit together.â
Olivia scanned the room, clearly looking for some kind of escape. Seeing none, she grabbed the second beer, opening it and starting to chug.Â
Even fucking better. Jacob quickly whipped out his camera, taking a photo while Olivia chugged her beer, eyes squeezed shut. It was hilarious the way she squealed when she opened her eyes to Jacob showing her the topless photo now on his phone. âDelete that!â
âNo way.â He grinned. âBut donât worry. No one will see it, as long as you pose for a couple more for me. Okay?âÂ
Olivia scrubbed at her face, sniffling. âAnd - and no one sees but you?âÂ
âNo one but me,â he lied. âNow. Push your tits together, bitch.â
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Adrian's Pride Outfit
Words: 1,768
Kinks: FTM misgendering, humiliation, piss, rape, breeding
It had taken weeks for Adrian to talk himself into it. Even now, looking at himself in the mirror, he couldnât believe he was soon going to be wearing this in public, even if it was at a pride event with other people wearing even less.Â
For the first year ever, Adrian wasnât wearing his binder to pride. He was barely wearing anything up top at all - a fishnet top did very little to hide his perky B cups, nipples covered up with trans pride flag pasties. Heâd stuck a pronoun pin in the gaps of the mesh for good measure. It was a trans inclusive event, and he saw other transmascs topless all the time. Adrian spent an hour before the event doing his makeup, picking out shoes, and fussing over how his butt looked in his tiny shorts, his pronoun pin jingling softly every time a movement made his boobs bounce.
In Adrianâs apartment, he had felt confident and masculine. In his friend Annaâs car, he had felt confident and masculine. Once they got to the parade, he was starting to have second thoughts about his outfit.Â
Luckily for him, pride was full of easy distractions. He bought himself a couple of cocktails, and a very nice drag queen gave him an edible after they talked for a few minutes. Adrian was feeling great. The gummy was starting to kick in, and he was drunk enough and had seen enough other trans guys going topless to feel less dysphoric about it. The alcohol was moving through him quickly though, and Adrian excused himself from his friend group, going off to find the bathrooms.Â
The park was fucking huge, and he was drunk. It didnât help that the sun was setting, and the area of the park he was in was totally unlit. That was probably for the best, though. He didnât want some random jogger or something to see him like this.Â
Finally, Adrian found one of the park bathroom structures. He didnât think it was connected to the pride event, but hopefully it would be empty? He decided to take the risk, going into the menâs room.Â
The bathroom was not empty. A guy probably Adrianâs dadâs age, wearing a tool belt and paint stained clothes, was washing his hands, and he gave Adrian a judgemental look up and down.Â
âWrong bathroom, sweetheart. Door to the ladiesâ is on the other side.â
Shame curled in Adrianâs gut, behind his bursting bladder. âNo, I, uh.â Drunk and inarticulate, he pointed at his pronoun pin. âIâm here with the pride thing?âÂ
The old man scoffed. âNow, girlie, donât be silly.â
Adrian had gotten plenty of weird looks in menâs rooms before, but he had never actually had anyone say anything. But heâd spent years planning exactly what heâd say, had tons of pithy remarks and clever comments that heâd been working on for ages. But now that he was really faced with the situation, a man sneering at him, belittling him and misgendering him, Adrian didnât feel clever or pithy. And when he opened his mouth, his voice came out in a high pitched whine, not a masculine demand. âI really gotta pee,â he pleaded.Â
The manâs face broke out in a menacing smile. âYou gotta go, princess?âÂ
Adrianâs face was burning. He pushed down on himself through his shorts with the heel of his hand, wondering if he could just go to the womenâs room. A spurt of pee leaked out without his control, soaking into his shorts. âF-fuck you, just lemme use the toilet!âÂ
The old man grabbed Adrian by the elbow, dragging him into the bathroom stall. âAlright, princess.â He yanked Adrianâs shorts down, clicking his tongue and shaking his head at the wet spot on the crotch. âYou had better go, you already had an accident in your pants.â
âWhat the fuck!â Adrian desperately cupped his crotch with his free hand, not wanting this weird old man to see his pussy. No one had seen his pussy at all since he had hit puberty. His chest did give him some dysphoria, but the major source for him was his bottom dysphoria. Even having to sit to pee made Adrian dysphoric, which could make him hold it for way too long.Â
The old man forced Adrian to sit on the toilet. âStop touching yourself, little girl,â he scolded, grabbing Adrianâs wrists and ripping his skinny arms away. He was standing between Adrianâs legs, preventing him from closing them.Â
His overworked bladder gave way almost immediately, and Adrian couldnât help his moan of relief. âDonât look!â he squealed. His head felt stuffed full of cotton balls, and he couldnât believe this was really happening. It was the most humiliating experience of his entire life. Adrian squeezed his eyes shut in shame, and the old man responded with a rough slap across his face.Â
âLook at me,â the old man barked. Adrian obeyed, sniffling and looking up at the man as tears dripped down his cheeks, smearing his mascara.Â
The old man grabbed Adrianâs pronoun pin, ripping it off and tossing it into the toilet bowl. Adrian let out a weak little ânoâ of protest, but the old man didnât care. He shoved Adrianâs top up too, yanking the trans flag pasties off roughly and dropping them into the toilet bowl too.Â
âYeah, thatâs where all that faggot shit goes. Feel good pissing on your people, girlie?âÂ
âYouâre a fucking asshole!â Adrian sobbed. His bladder was finally spent, and he struggled in the old manâs grip, trying to get up. The old man just slapped him again, this time hard enough that it left Adrianâs ears ringing.Â
âYou got such a sexy body, too.â The old man played with Adrianâs tits, his big, calloused hands squeezing and pinching. âLook how big your nipples are.â He twisted one of Adrianâs nipples roughly, making him whimper. âGonna be real nice for feeding babies one day.â
The thought of being pregnant made Adrianâs skin crawl. It was his worst nightmare. He started to cry again, sobbing weakly as the man played with his tits.Â
âYou bawl like a fuckin toddler,â the man complained. âNow stop crying.â He yanked Adrian up by the hair, landing a solid smack on his ass.Â
Adrian stumbled after the man as he was dragged, drunk, scared, and confused. A nauseating wave of realization hit him when the man pushed him over one of the sinks. âNo! No no no!â he squealed, kicking out weakly. The old man spanked him again.Â
âQuit whining, girly.â He undid his jeans, taking out his hard dick. Adrian saw it in the mirror, petrified by the length and girth of it.Â
âNo, please!â Adrian begged. âI canât take it, Iâve never had anything down there before!â The one or two times Adrian had tried to touch himself like that, heâd barely gotten knuckle deep before feeling too dysphoric.Â
âYouâre a virgin, princess?â The old man rubbed the head of his cock along Adrianâs slit, making him sob. âNot for long.â
âNo- ohh!â Adrian screamed as he was suddenly penetrated. The old manâs cock stretched him painfully, hit a spot inside that made him feel nauseatingly feminine. âNo, no, please donât! You canât do this, this is rape!â
âI thought you were a man.â The old man pulled nearly all the way out before slamming back in, moaning at the stretch of Adrianâs tight pussy around his cock. âMen canât get raped.â
âLet me go!â Adrian insisted.Â
To his shock, the man pulled out. âMove a fucking muscle and Iâll whoop you,â he warned severely. Despite how humiliating it was to stand like this, tits dangling below him and his legs spread, wet pussy on display, Adrian knew the old man meant it.Â
The old man bent down, grabbing something off the grimy bathroom floor. Adrianâs wet shorts. The old man took Adrianâs phone out of his back pocket, taking his ID out of the card slot on the back of his phone case.Â
âJessica,â the man read out loud. âWhat a pretty name.â
âThatâs not my name,â Adrian blurted. The stranger knowing his deadname felt somehow just as violating as having his dick inside him.Â
The old man sneered at him. âWhat is your name, then?â
âAdr-â But he didnât get to finish, because the old man was shoving the tiny shorts into Adrianâs mouth, forcing him to taste his own piss. The old man took a roll of tape from his tool belt, securing a strip over Adrianâs mouth to keep the shorts in place.Â
âThatâs better. Little girls should be seen and not heard, Jessica.â The man stepped behind him again, grabbing Adrianâs arms and forcing his wrists together behind his back. He taped those in place too before grabbing his dick again, giving it a couple pumps. âYeah, much better.â He pushed back in, grabbing Adrianâs tits as he did. âWatch yourself get fucked. You look away, Iâll take your ass virginity too, whore.â
Adrian didnât dare disobey. He watched himself through teary eyes as the man used his cunt. His tits bounced eagerly with each thrust, and his mascara ran streaks down his face to the duct tape. And against all odds, Adrian found himself starting to like it. He felt scared and ashamed, but with every thrust, the old man brushed his never-touched g spot, bringing him closer and closer to orgasm. Adrian had never been able to cum on his own, no matter how much he abused his clit trying to jerk off like a boy.Â
The point of no return came when Jessica did, bearing down on the old manâs dick with a slutty, feminine moan into her gag. The orgasm was so intense, making her collapse against the sink as she squirted over her rapistâs cock and down her thighs. The old man didnât stop going, fucking the mewling, overstimulated fakeboy until he came deep inside her. âThat oughta do it. Thatâs what all girls like you need, a good hard dicking to get knocked up.â He smacked her ass again. âNow get the fuck out. This bathroom is for men only.âÂ
Jessica was shoved out of the bathroom, naked except her sneakers and a torn fishnet top, gagged with her arms bound behind her. The old manâs cum leaked out of her as the poor fakeboy stumbled back towards the parade for help. Jessica looked down at her nipples poking through the fishnet top, remembering the old manâs words. Her tits really were going to be good for feeding babies.
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