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Olivia's Modeling Career - Chapter 1

Word Count: 950

Kinks: blackmail, misgendering, humiliation

Ryan was a cool guy. Well - “Ryan” was a cool “guy,” as Jacob saw it. He would never admit it to “his” face, but it was honestly laughable that Ryan considered himself a guy. Jacob didn’t 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 “faggot,” but his long hair and painted nails just made it super obvious he was a girl.

His room looked like a girl’s room, too. This was not a surprise to Jacob. Ryan’s bed was full of stuffed animals, and he had a vanity table with makeup and knickknacks sprawled over the surface.

“This is my room,” Ryan gushed. “I cleaned up a little before you came, just ignore any mess that I didn’t get.”

“It’s cool.” Jacob sat on the edge of Ryan’s bed, picking up a stuffed unicorn. “These are cute.”

Ryan laughed a little awkwardly, hiding behind his hair. Such a shy girl. Jacob wondered what she looked like naked. “Ah, yeah. I guess I’m a little old for it, but I like collecting. Um, do you want a drink or something?” Changing the subject. Super cute.

“I’d love a drink.”

Ryan nodded, forcing an awkward laugh. “Uh, yeah. I’ll be right back, man. Make yourself at home.”

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.

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.

She had two beers in hand when she returned, smiling much more naturally now. “Hey! Here you go, man.” She handed him his beer, nervously fidgeting with the tab of her own. “It’s been a while since I had a friend over. Sorry if I’m totally awkward. Nerves, you know?”

“Don’t be nervous.” Jacob put a hand on her arm. “Hey. You want me to teach you how to shotgun?”

Olivia grinned, clearly ecstatic for her inclusion in the male ritual. God, she was cute. “Fuck yeah!”

“It’s easy. Here, gimmie that.” Jacob put his own beer down, digging out his keys and taking Olivia’s from her. He held the can sideways, carving a hole into the side with his key. “Okay, put your mouth around that, then tilt the can up and crack the top.”

Olivia took the can hesitantly, wrapping her lips around it. She followed Jacob’s instructions, starting to chug the beer. Some spilled down her chin, staining her t shirt. Jacob wished she wasn’t wearing her stupid binder, so he could see it cling to her tits. “Fuck!” She pulled away, laughing and hiccuping. “Oh, shit, I got it all over myself.”

“You totally did.” Jacob laughed, patting her on the back hard enough to make her stumble. “Nice job, Liv.”

She went pale. “What the fuck? Hey - hey, fuck you! That’s not my name.”

“C’mon. Can’t take a joke?” Jacob goaded. “Then you probably don’t want anyone else to know about it, right?” He took a step closer, looming over her. “You have beer on your shirt, Olivia. I think you might want to take it off.”

She shook her head, looking terrified. “I thought we were friends.”

“We are friends. So it’s okay to take your shirt off.” Jacob pulled up the hem of her shirt. Olivia kept her arms pinned to her sides, but didn’t grab his hands to stop him. She was shaking. “I’m not asking, Olivia. God, it really would be fucking horrible for everyone to know that name, wouldn’t it?”

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.

Olivia actually screamed. It was hilarious. She clapped both arms over her chest, mortified. “No!”

“Delusional bitch.” Jacob slapped her, hard. Her head snapped to the side, and she started sobbing. “Put your hands behind your head.”

“You don’t have to do this,” she whined. Jacob slapped her other cheek and she gasped in pain, reluctantly peeling her hands away from her tits.

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. “Cute. Can’t believe you’d hide these.” He groped one, then gave it a hard slap, prompting another sob. “Sit the fuck down. Push your tits together, make it look sexy. And stop fucking crying. I’ll give you a minute to get your shit together.”

Olivia scanned the room, clearly looking for some kind of escape. Seeing none, she grabbed the second beer, opening it and starting to chug.

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. “Delete that!”

“No way.” He grinned. “But don’t worry. No one will see it, as long as you pose for a couple more for me. Okay?”

Olivia scrubbed at her face, sniffling. “And - and no one sees but you?”

“No one but me,” he lied. “Now. Push your tits together, bitch.”

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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 couldn’t 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.

For the first year ever, Adrian wasn’t 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. He’d 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 Adrian’s apartment, he had felt confident and masculine. In his friend Anna’s car, he had felt confident and masculine. Once they got to the parade, he was starting to have second thoughts about his outfit.

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.

The park was fucking huge, and he was drunk. It didn’t 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 didn’t want some random jogger or something to see him like this.

Finally, Adrian found one of the park bathroom structures. He didn’t think it was connected to the pride event, but hopefully it would be empty? He decided to take the risk, going into the men’s room.

The bathroom was not empty. A guy probably Adrian’s dad’s age, wearing a tool belt and paint stained clothes, was washing his hands, and he gave Adrian a judgemental look up and down.

“Wrong bathroom, sweetheart. Door to the ladies’ is on the other side.”

Shame curled in Adrian’s gut, behind his bursting bladder. “No, I, uh.” Drunk and inarticulate, he pointed at his pronoun pin. “I’m here with the pride thing?”

The old man scoffed. “Now, girlie, don’t be silly.”

Adrian had gotten plenty of weird looks in men’s rooms before, but he had never actually had anyone say anything. But he’d spent years planning exactly what he’d say, had tons of pithy remarks and clever comments that he’d 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 didn’t feel clever or pithy. And when he opened his mouth, his voice came out in a high pitched whine, not a masculine demand. “I really gotta pee,” he pleaded.

The man’s face broke out in a menacing smile. “You gotta go, princess?”

Adrian’s 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 women’s room. A spurt of pee leaked out without his control, soaking into his shorts. “F-fuck you, just lemme use the toilet!”

The old man grabbed Adrian by the elbow, dragging him into the bathroom stall. “Alright, princess.” He yanked Adrian’s shorts down, clicking his tongue and shaking his head at the wet spot on the crotch. “You had better go, you already had an accident in your pants.”

“What the fuck!” 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.

The old man forced Adrian to sit on the toilet. “Stop touching yourself, little girl,” he scolded, grabbing Adrian’s wrists and ripping his skinny arms away. He was standing between Adrian’s legs, preventing him from closing them.

His overworked bladder gave way almost immediately, and Adrian couldn’t help his moan of relief. “Don’t look!” he squealed. His head felt stuffed full of cotton balls, and he couldn’t 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.

“Look at me,” the old man barked. Adrian obeyed, sniffling and looking up at the man as tears dripped down his cheeks, smearing his mascara.

The old man grabbed Adrian’s pronoun pin, ripping it off and tossing it into the toilet bowl. Adrian let out a weak little ‘no’ of protest, but the old man didn’t care. He shoved Adrian’s top up too, yanking the trans flag pasties off roughly and dropping them into the toilet bowl too.

“Yeah, that’s where all that faggot shit goes. Feel good pissing on your people, girlie?”

“You’re a fucking asshole!” Adrian sobbed. His bladder was finally spent, and he struggled in the old man’s grip, trying to get up. The old man just slapped him again, this time hard enough that it left Adrian’s ears ringing.

“You got such a sexy body, too.” The old man played with Adrian’s tits, his big, calloused hands squeezing and pinching. “Look how big your nipples are.” He twisted one of Adrian’s nipples roughly, making him whimper. “Gonna be real nice for feeding babies one day.”

The thought of being pregnant made Adrian’s skin crawl. It was his worst nightmare. He started to cry again, sobbing weakly as the man played with his tits.

“You bawl like a fuckin toddler,” the man complained. “Now stop crying.” He yanked Adrian up by the hair, landing a solid smack on his ass.

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. “No! No no no!” he squealed, kicking out weakly. The old man spanked him again.

“Quit whining, girly.” He undid his jeans, taking out his hard dick. Adrian saw it in the mirror, petrified by the length and girth of it.

“No, please!” Adrian begged. “I can’t take it, I’ve never had anything down there before!” The one or two times Adrian had tried to touch himself like that, he’d barely gotten knuckle deep before feeling too dysphoric.

“You’re a virgin, princess?” The old man rubbed the head of his cock along Adrian’s slit, making him sob. “Not for long.”

“No- ohh!” Adrian screamed as he was suddenly penetrated. The old man’s cock stretched him painfully, hit a spot inside that made him feel nauseatingly feminine. “No, no, please don’t! You can’t do this, this is rape!”

“I thought you were a man.” The old man pulled nearly all the way out before slamming back in, moaning at the stretch of Adrian’s tight pussy around his cock. “Men can’t get raped.”

“Let me go!” Adrian insisted.

To his shock, the man pulled out. “Move a fucking muscle and I’ll whoop you,” 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.

The old man bent down, grabbing something off the grimy bathroom floor. Adrian’s wet shorts. The old man took Adrian’s phone out of his back pocket, taking his ID out of the card slot on the back of his phone case.

“Jessica,” the man read out loud. “What a pretty name.”

“That’s not my name,” Adrian blurted. The stranger knowing his deadname felt somehow just as violating as having his dick inside him.

The old man sneered at him. “What is your name, then?”

“Adr-” But he didn’t get to finish, because the old man was shoving the tiny shorts into Adrian’s mouth, forcing him to taste his own piss. The old man took a roll of tape from his tool belt, securing a strip over Adrian’s mouth to keep the shorts in place.

“That’s better. Little girls should be seen and not heard, Jessica.” The man stepped behind him again, grabbing Adrian’s 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. “Yeah, much better.” He pushed back in, grabbing Adrian’s tits as he did. “Watch yourself get fucked. You look away, I’ll take your ass virginity too, whore.”

Adrian didn’t 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.

The point of no return came when Jessica did, bearing down on the old man’s 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 rapist’s cock and down her thighs. The old man didn’t stop going, fucking the mewling, overstimulated fakeboy until he came deep inside her. “That oughta do it. That’s what all girls like you need, a good hard dicking to get knocked up.” He smacked her ass again. “Now get the fuck out. This bathroom is for men only.”

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 man’s 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 man’s words. Her tits really were going to be good for feeding babies.

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