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The woman screams wildly as her panties are ripped from her body. She struggles with the desperation of a wild animal, but is quickly overpowered and pushed down by a group of men that surrounds her in a half-circle, laughing and jeering, their hard cocks already out, waiting for the chance to plunge into her body. The camera doesn't linger on them—they're just part of the setting, really. The woman is the main focus, and the camera lovingly captures the way her body twists in agony as she's brutalized in every hole: cunt and ass and mouth, sometimes all of them at the same time.
Liam breathes shallowly, heart thudding in his chest, and spreads his legs, trying to get into a more comfortable position. The desk chair isn't really built for this, after all. The woman's mewling sobs echo in his ears, accompanied by the lewd slap of flesh against flesh and the unimaginative insults the men keep flinging at the woman. The sound quality isn't the best, which is why Liam usually doesn't bother watching this porn clip with sound on, but tonight he wanted the full experience. After all, he's all alone in the house, with nobody there to interrupt him—and yet, some weird sense of propriety makes him use headphones. It's silly, but the idea of letting the video play with the sound on makes him squirm. Like that would leave an echo in the place, or something, because it's not his own house.
The video moves on to a part that doesn't interest him much—the men fucking the woman's mouth one after another—so he skips to the beginning and leans back in the chair. He quickly adjusts his headphones, then starts to play with his clit as the scene unfolds again.
The woman runs. The men follow. She's caught, her skimpy little outfit torn to shreds in mere seconds, revealing her lithe, small-chested form—and that's another reason why this is one of Liam's favorites, that her chest is so flat, especially when she's on her back—like now, spread-eagle between the multiple pairs of powerful hands, holding her down and spreading her open as she tries to kick—
Liam's eyes water as he stares unblinkingly at the screen, not wanting to miss a thing. His breathing hitches when the first cock is shoved in and the woman screams. Fuck, it looks so painful—no prep, no mercy at all, just a huge cock splitting her open. A pulse of arousal makes Liam's clit twitch, and he bites his lip and rubs himself faster. The man is also going faster now, his hips slapping against the woman's ass. Then he's pulling out, but before another man can take his place, he raises his hand—
"Oh fuck," Liam whimpers and pinches his own clit, hard, until the pain makes him cross-eyed and he has to release the small nub. It's not even remotely the same as the beating the woman's pussy gets, but Liam doesn't really know how to spank himself. He can only watch hungrily, face burning with embarrassment, as the porn actress gets her pussy thoroughly spanked before she's shoved to the ground again. On her hands and knees now, she tries to crawl away, but her hips are grabbed and another man mounts her from behind. The camera angle switches: now there's a closeup of a thick cock moving in and out of her cunt, heavy balls slapping rhythmically against her clit.
Liam lets out a frustrated sigh and his own hand falters. His fingers just aren't enough, not when he's watching porn. He can't focus on the video and keep working his clit at the same time. He gets up and crosses the room on shaky legs, fumbling in the dark until he locates his bag—and the vibrator hidden in a side pocket.
This probably wasn't what Uncle Rob had in mind when he asked Liam to house-sit for him, but what Uncle Rob doesn't know can't hurt him. Face flushed with embarrasment, Liam hurries back to take a seat in front of the computer screen, pausing only to straighten the towel he was smart enough to put down.
Again, he skips to the beginning of the video. The woman runs—is caught—her panties ripped from her body—
Liam bites his lip and places the vibrator gingerly against his clit, fumbling for the controls with shaky fingers. The toy is brand new, and he hasn't gotten used to the powerful sensation yet, but it's exactly what he needs right now. Something strong. Something overwhelming.
The woman's screaming—cock is shoved in from a painful angle—bitch, whore, slut, the men call out, the words falling like the slaps on her cunt—
The vibrator rumbles to life, and Liam throws his head back, eyelids fluttering from the force of his pleasure. But he doesn't want to miss the good part, so he forces his eyes open, fortunately fast enough that he catches the first slap over the woman's clit. Liam swallows a whimper and presses the vibrator down harder, moving it in a small, barely-there circle over his clit. He wishes fervently that he had something to fill his hole, but the vibrator is the only toy he owns, bought with his first paycheck a few weeks ago. Maybe he'll get something later: yes, he'll buy a huge dildo, the biggest one he can find, and just shove it inside, making it hurt—
He restarts the video, gasping for air. He feels light-headed already, though he has barely even touched his clit with the vibrator. He spreads his legs even wider and watches through half-lidded eyes as the woman gets caught yet again. Clothes ripped from her body, slapped and shoved around until the first man takes his place between her legs and—
"Oh!" Liam sobs and shoves his free hand under his t-shirt, pinching his nipple. "Oh, ah, fuck, mmh…" He's starting to feel the first pulses of his climax, and he switches to his other nipple, pinching it even harder. And then it's his favorite part, that first, brutal thrust, and his mouth opens around a soundless scream as his clit starts to jump up and down, heat flooding his body, rushing through his veins—
In the last moment before his orgasm, the screen goes dark as the scene switches, and Liam's scream becomes real when he sees the reflection of a man standing right behind his chair.
The vibrator clatters to the floor, still buzzing, and then Liam is falling too, crashing after it—except a strong arm wraps around his chest and drags him back up while his body is still spasming and trembling, trying in vain to reach for the climax.
"Quite the show you're giving us, miss," says a low, rough voice in his ear. Cold panic fills Liam's stomach, flushing away the rest of his arousal. He shrieks and tries to grab the man's arm, but his own limbs feel weak and sluggish. From the corner of his eye he can see another dark figure of a man: this one goes to pick up the vibrator. A deafening silence fills the room after it's turned off, interrupted only by the faint, tinny noises still coming from Liam's headphones, which are abandoned on the floor—and Liam's own heavy, hitching breaths.
"Wasn't this place supposed to be empty?" grumbles the other man. "The fuck are we supposed to do now?"
"Proceed as planned, of course. But first…" A hand squeezes Liam's chest roughly. "Who says we can't have some fun?"
"No!" Liam sobs. "Please let me go, please, I won't tell anyone—mmph!"
The hand that had been groping his chest slaps over his mouth. "Shut your mouth or I'll shut it for you," the man hisses. "Fox, get us some light, will you? I want to see our prize."
The other man—Fox—grumbles something again, but turns on the desk lamp. It's not as bright as the overhead light, but it still makes Liam flinch and his eyes water as he squints at the men. They look identical in their all-black outfits, both wearing black masks that reveal only their eyes—which glitter with a cruel, amused light as they stare back at him. Suddenly Liam remembers that he's wearing nothing but an old, faded t-shirt and fuzzy ankle socks, and he whimpers again, trying to curl around himself.
"Now, what do we have here?" Fox says and his eyes narrow with a smile that's otherwise hidden behind his mask. "Danny, grab her arms and I'll tie her up."
***
It shouldn't come as a surprise that the men are equipped with rope—they're burglars, after all. They tie Liam up quickly and efficiently: loops of rope going around his chest to frame his breasts, his arms bound behind his back. A cloth gag muffles his cries and fills his mouth with an unpleasant, cottony feeling. He can already feel the strain in his arms where he's forced to lie on top of them: the men have him on his back on the floor, the thick, soft rug in Uncle Bob's office the only comfort he's getting. His legs are untied, but it's not like he can run anywhere.
When the men are done, they take a moment to admire their handiwork. Liam closes his eyes and turns his head away, as if that would hide him from their hungry gaze. He can still feel it, their eyes lingering on his naked skin, burning like a brand. Tied up like this, he's completely helpless, with no way to hide from them.
"What's the matter, sweetie? I thought you were into this kinda thing," the first man taunts him and kneels between his legs. His hands are firm and sure as they spread his thighs wider, exposing his cunt. "That was one filthy video you were watching. Don't you think so, Fox?"
"Sure was, Danny."
Liam shakes his head, his muffled protests getting more and more frantic when something slides over his cunt, getting frighteningly close to his hole: then rough fingers are pushed inside and he lets out a broken shriek, his hole spasming around the sudden invasion.
"So tight," Danny grunts and slides his fingers out, but only to add a third one: then he's shoving them right back in, splitting Liam open. "And so wet! You really love this, don't you? Filthy little slut."
Liam shakes his head again, and his chest heaves with violent, shuddering sobs. The only reason he's wet is that he was just—but now the men have ruined that too, replaced all his secret, private pleasure with pain and degradation. They loom over him, black, featureless things, more like monsters than men, one of them violating him while the other watches—except soon Fox gets tired of being only a spectator and makes his move. He kneels behind Liam, trapping his head in the vee of his legs while he leans over his chest to grab his breasts, groping and squeezing the small, soft mounds through the thin fabric of his shirt.
"Mm, nice," he says appreciatively and scrapes his fingertips over Liam's nipples, causing him to shudder helplessly. "You like having your tits played with? That's fine with me. More than fine." His hands go away for a second, but when they return, he's holding a sharp-looking knife. "Hold still, don't want to hurt you. Well, not like this, anyway. Heh."
The knife rips a small hole into the fabric, right over Liam's nipple, and a second one on the other side: then it's gone, and Fox is wriggling his fingertips into the holes, stretching the fabric until Liam's nipples are sticking out, tingling with hypersensitivity.
"Hnnh!" Liam moans wordlessly when his bare nipples are pinched and rolled between Fox's fingers. Belatedly he realizes that the man is still wearing his black leather gloves, and the texture is shockingly rough over Liam's skin. The gloves make Fox's touch slightly awkward and clumsy, but he still manages to make pleasure bloom in Liam's nipples with every lazy roll, every pinch and playful stretch. Usually Liam manages to play with only one of his nipples at a time when he's masturbating: now they're both getting the same treatment, and the sharp pleasure that blooms in his chest and skitters through his nervous system, all the way to his clit, is nearly enough to make him lose his mind. Certainly enough to make him momentarily forget about the other man.
But not for long. Apparently Danny is done playing with his hole, and now he's wiping his wet fingers on Liam's stomach, chuckling at the way he cringes. "I ought to make you taste yourself," he says, and though Liam can't see his face, he can imagine the nasty little grin he's wearing. "See, you can deny it all you want, but everyone here knows what a desperate little slut you are. Isn't that right?"
"Kinky one, too," Fox remarks slyly, and no, please no—Liam sobs and shakes his head furiously, but the man continues mercilessly: "I mean, remember the shit she was watching?"
"Oh yeah," Danny replies slowly. "I remember. Is that what you want, sweetie? To get your pussy spanked like that? Such a pretty girl, but it's the cute ones that are always the biggest freaks, am I right?"
Fox tugs the gag out of Liam's mouth, and he licks his lips quickly. But instead of begging to be released, for some reason the first thing that falls out of his mouth is: "D-don't call me that!"
"Huh?"
"I'm not… I'm not a…" Liam cringes, the absurdity of his protests becoming clear to him. Oh god, what if the men are bigots? What if they decide to do something even worse? What the fuck, Liam?? "I mean, I don't, I…"
"Call you what?" Danny laughs, shaking his head. "Pretty girl? But you are!"
"Nah, that's not what she—what the point was," Fox says slowly, squinting his eyes thoughtfully. "You know how it is with young people these days. Everyone's a different gender suddenly."
"Suddenly?" To Liam's utter surprise, Danny scoffs and turns to give a withering look at his companion. "Trans people aren't anything new, Fox, don't be a fucking idiot!"
"I know that, sheesh," Fox grumbles. "But anyway—girl pussy or boy pussy, who the fuck cares. It's one juicy little pussy anyway."
"And a tight one, too," Danny adds with a lecherous grin and roughly shoves two fingers back in, as if to prove his point. "Fucking hell, can't wait to feel that squeezing around my cock!"
"No!" Liam sobs and throws his head from side to side in his anguish, gasping when the man's fingers rub against his insides and send a jolt of something through his insides. Something unfamiliar and powerful. "No, please don't! Please!"
But the men are merciless. Fox grabs Liam's ankles, spreading his legs wide, while Danny settles between them on his knees and starts to work his pants open. The faint rasp of an opening zipper is the most ominous thing Liam has heard in his life—so it makes no sense that his cunt throbs under the man's leering smile, and a pulse of heat makes his clit twitch when his ankles are pulled over his shoulders, forcing his legs to spread even wider.
"Such a pretty little pussy," Danny croons, staring at it hungrily while he digs his own cock out of his pants. He gives a deep sigh when he finally has it in his hand, gives it a few lazy strokes to bring it to full hardness. The sight of his cock makes Liam feel faint: it looks ludicrously large next to Liam's small, thin frame: long and thick, with a bulbous, ruddy head. No part of it can possibly fit into Liam's cunt—it would split him in half, most likely hurt like hell. Liam can't take his eyes off of it.
"Like what you see?" the man grins and smacks the head of his cock lightly over Liam's clit. It doesn't hurt, but the shock makes him whimper and try to kick out with his legs, but Fox has them firmly in his grasp, and all he manages is a feeble little jerk. "Knew you would. You look just like the sort of bitch—the kind of slut who loves a big, fat cock, yeah?"
"I don't!" Liam squeaks when Danny smacks him again with his cock. "I don't, I don't, please—ah! Hnn, oh, oh god—"
"Too fucking bad," Danny grunts over Liam's broken whimpers, rolling his hips to force the head of his cock past the tight clench of Liam's opening. "You're gonna get it. Fuck, you're tight, fucking fuck…"
Liam's mouth opens around a soundless scream. The whole lower half of his body burns with indescribable pain as his cunt is carved open by an actual, real human cock for the first time in his life. His chest heaves with rattling sobs, and every muscle below it clenches and unclenches spasmodically, his abs and cunt and even his legs working together and trying hard to push out the thick, hard length. But his body is powerless to stop it: no matter how much he screams and writhes and tries to keep his cunt tightly shut, the cock sinks in, Danny driving it deeper with small, rolling thrusts, his face set in a grimace as he tries to keep his pace steady.
Just when Liam thinks that it will never end, that Danny's cock is going to sink all through his chest, he feels the rough fabric of the man's pants against his naked ass. Danny pauses there, panting heavily like some kind of beast of burden, and shifts his hands a bit so that they are wrapped around Liam's upper thighs. His hands are large enough that the thips of his fingers are almost touching—probably would, if he would squeeze just a bit tighter. But he doesn't go that far in his brutality: instead he stares down at the place where their bodies are joined and licks his lips.
"Is he tight?" Fox asks, sounding nearly as breathless as the two of them.
"Tight doesn't even cover it," Danny replies in a strained voice. "Fucking hell, kid, it's almost like…" He pulls back just an inch or two, and Liam shudders violently. Somehow it's even worse than going in—Liam's cunt seems to cling to Danny's cock, forcing it to drag mercilessly over his tender insides. The tight clench is definitely making it more painful, but he can't force his body to relax.
"Nh, ah," Liam groans, blinking rapidly to clear the thick sheen of tears from his eyes, but as soon as his vision clears, more appear. His thoughts are blurry too: his whole world is centered around the ache in his cunt and the obscene, impossible stretch of his hole. "Ah, p-please—"
"Here we go," Danny says, his voice a deep, rough rumble. "Here we go, nice and easy, that's it…" But there's nothing nice or easy in the way he forces himself deeper into Liam's body, each thrust somehow even more painful than the last. He goes slowly, but that only means that Liam can feel in exquisite detail how the cock is forced past his spasming inner muscles, inch by inch. And perhaps Liam could get used to it that way, if Danny just kept that slow, measured pace: perhaps his cunt would eventually relax enough that every thrust wouldn't be like a stab to his insides.
But as soon as Liam is ready—meaning, as soon as Danny is able to push all the way in without having to pause in the middle, the man tightens his grip around Liam's thighs and shoves his hips forward in one brutal thrust. His rough bark of laughter echoes over Liam's high-pitched scream, and then he starts a fast, punishing rhythm, splitting Liam open with his massive length over and over again, showing no remorse at the pain he causes with such rough handling. On the contrary, Danny seems to be doing it on purpose: he turns Liam's body this way and that until he finds an angle that makes Liam shriek with agony—and then he just keeps him there, hammering that spot while Liam writhes and screams, his cunt spasming helplessly with each stab of pain.
"That's right, slut," Danny growls and lifts his left hand to give a hard smack to Liam's chest, right over his nipple. "Squeal for me!"
"No! Please!" Liam sobs and flinches when another slap lands over his chest. "It hurts, stop it, stop it—hrk!"
Impossibly, Danny's next thrust seems to go even deeper, carving a path of bright, burning pain through Liam's insides. His only saving grace is that he's still pretty wet from pleasuring himself—though somehow, inexplicably, he keeps getting even wetter, his cunt practically gushing with slick as the cock keeps plunging in. But it doesn't mean anything, it can't, because Liam doesn't want this he doesn't—or, or maybe it's just his body's way of protecting itself from the—the rape, the word flashes in his mind suddenly, loud and bright. He's being raped.
For a second the world goes quiet and he floats somewhere, a blank white void, feeling cold and numb as the word reverberates through his mind and aching nerves. Then he crashes back into his body, another scream already tearing through his sore throat, and his next indrawn breath is a pained wheeze.
"Oh god," Liam croaks around the painful tightness of his throat and squeezes his eyes shut, as if that would stop it all from happening. "Oh god, no, no—"
But no matter how much he tries to deny it, there's no escaping the reality of the hard cock splitting him open, or the rough hands holding him down, or the mocking remarks that echo in his ears—slut, whore, take it, squeeze my cock, that's it baby. His legs are released suddenly, and they fall around Danny's shoulders while someone's hands—Fox's, of course—go to his chest and start rubbing and pinching at his nipples. Small sparks of pleasure-pain join the cascade of sensations burning through his body, but it's not enough to distract him from the agony of getting his virginal hole so thoroughly demolished. It's worse, actually, to have that false promise of pleasure mixed in with all the pain and degradation, and he sobs again, shaking his head wordlessly.
"Hah, yes, fuck," pants Danny, his thrusts starting to lose their steady rhythm as he approaches his climax. "Fucking take it, fucking—ngh!"
At first Liam doesn't understand what's happening. After one final thrust, Danny freezes with his cock buried deep inside Liam and shudders, grinding his hips against Liam's ass and letting out a series of deep, throaty grunts. But when the man starts to pull out, it happens with a wet, slick squelch, so much louder than the sounds of their fucking had been, and Liam shudders with revulsion as he feels something hot and sticky gush out of his hole. His cunt flutters around the sudden emptiness, and his bruised, aching folds tingle, all the nerve endings in them coming alive all at once now that Danny's hips are no longer hammering them repeatedly.
"Ah fuck, baby, were you a virgin?" Danny says suddenly. He's staring at the bruised flesh between Liam's legs: after a moment he sticks two fingers right into Liam's twitching hole. Liam mewls with pain and tries feebly to jerk his hips back, away from the unwanted touch, but he's still trapped between the two men, his arms bound behind his back—and now that he's no longer being fucked within the inch of his life, he's also starting to feel the deep, burning ache in his shoulders.
"Wait, really? You took his fucking cherry?" Fox splutters and leans over to take a look. "Fuck, man!"
"Looks like it," Danny replies faintly and fucks Liam's hole shallowly with his fingers. Liam shudders and gives another weak mewl: though Danny isn't being especially rough, Liam's hole is so bruised and sore that even such a light touch makes his cunt throb with heat and pain—and something else. A sensation that's just as unbearable and torturous, but in a much more insidious way.
Fox whistles tonelessly. "What a way to lose it, boy! Was that everything you wanted? I bet it was, you filthy little pervert."
No, Liam mouths soundlessly to himself as Danny keeps fingering him. No, stop it! Because now the man's fingers have located some part inside of him that pulsates with a throbbing, burning sort of sensation, a feeling that's distressingly close to pleasure, and it doesn't take long until Danny notices it too: he makes an inquisitive sound and focuses his touch there, moving his fingertips in tiny circles, but putting a lot more force behind them. The feeling grows, blooming in Liam's lower stomach, and he bites his lip to keep himself from making a sound. Deep, slow pulses of pleasure flood his senses, not quite overtaking the pain, but melting together with it, until he can't tell if the bright, electric jolts of sensation that make his cunt flutter and clit spasm erratically are from pain or pleasure—or both.
"Hey, what about this?" The words echo weirdly in Liam's ears, and he tries to drag his eyelids open, but the same tension that's making his cunt clench spasmodically is making his facial muscles twist and clench, and his eyes stay shut—which is why he doesn't see the thing in Fox's hand before it's already placed over his clit.
And turned on.
"Hngh—aaahh!"
The vibrations surge through his clit in a powerful wave, with such force that his back arches violently, causing Danny's fingers to almost slip out. The man bites out a short curse and shoves them back in, rubbing Liam's insides with even more brutal force, while Fox keeps the vibrator pressed firmly over his clit. The sensations tear mercilessly through his body, jumping from his clit to his nipples, then back down to his hole, to the place where Danny is moving his fingers in sharp jerks, grunting with the effort—and now there's no doubt about it, it is pain, it hurts so much, it's making Liam sob and scream hoarsely—but it's exquisite pleasure too, spreading over the lower half of his body like a wildfire, his cunt and clit and even the backs of his thighs tingling with a sharp, electric sensation, a pressure that grows and grows and—
—snaps. Liam lets out a faint wheeze, his throat no longer capable of making a sound, and his eyes roll back in his head with the force of his orgasm: and even after the vibrator is turned off, his clit keeps jumping and spasming, sharp jolts of pure sensation still dancing through his nerve endings.
But before Liam's body has even had the chance to stop twitching, Danny pulls his fingers out, making Liam gasp wetly at the sting.
"But how could I forget?" Danny exclaims dramatically. "It's his first time, and we didn't even do the thing!"
Fox frowns. "The what?"
"The thing! From the porn flick he was watching. The spanking? Come on, let's move, we gotta do this right."
"Ooh," Fox says, expression clearing. "Sure, let's spank his pussy, I bet he'll love it. But after that, I'm gonna fuck him."
"No!" Liam shrieks as the men haul him up and start to frogmarch him towards the master bedroom. Weak as a kitten, he can barely stay on his feet, let alone fight the men, but he still tries. "No, let me GO, stop it, STOP!"
"Relax, kid," Fox replies breezily. "The night's still young, and I promise you—it's gonna be one you'll never forget."