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2023.04.15
I want him to put on a t shirt that says “PLEASE RAPE ME TO DEATH” and then I want him to be humiliated in front of a group. I want grian, joel, lizzie, scott, and martyn to fucking destroy him. I want someone to shove his face to the ground and another to step on him and I want them to all point and laugh. I want them to point and laugh throughout all of this, at any opportunity to make him feel like a joke, like trash. I want them to strip his clothes off and laugh at his flaccid penis for being small. I want someone to smack him around, give him a few bruises, before smearing lipstick across his lips and putting on mascara so he can’t hide when he cries. Smile for the camera, baby, this is the first picture of many. A polaroid for the wall, or maybe for someone’s wallet so they can show it off to anyone who still has an ounce of respect left for him. You’re actually getting hard from this? What, you’re excited to show everyone what you really are? A worthless little faggot inviting abuse from anyone and everyone? Here, put these on. Look how cute she looks in her heels and panties. I wonder who will see this tomorrow. Doesn’t matter right? As long as Princess gets her pathetic little rocks off? Someone knock some sense into him, he’s so pathetic it makes me angry. I want him to whimper weak, sad protests, he keeps getting half hard but then soft again, loving it but hating it. It’s not exactly rape if you enjoy yourself, no? I want someone to put their foot on his balls. Yeah, soft again now for sure. Lay down, isn’t that all you’re good for? No, not on your back, you’re not my fucking wife. Face down. If I have to stare at his face any longer I’m going to knock his teeth out. I want him to pull his own panties down. Wow, no one asked you to do that, but thanks. Another photo for the album. I want someone to spread him open, and someone else to grab his cock with a clinical, inspecting hand. Roughly pulling on it, forcing it to get hard, for now. You don’t own any part of your body, it belongs to us. We decide if and when you’re hard, because we decide if and when you get to enjoy this. You’re enjoying this right? You must be, otherwise you wouldn’t be leaking precum like a faucet. You really are a girl. I don’t think that last picture was embarrassing enough, so could you finger yourself for the camera? Huh, there’s no lube? You have spit, don’t you? I want it to hurt, but he gets it in anyway. Someone takes a picture, and he’s not looking directly at it but he can still hear the click of the shutter and see the flash. It makes him burn up all over. He gives one dry sob and his dick twitches. Hey, if you can get a second finger in, we’ll give you some actual lube before we ruin your ass for everything it’s worth. Don’t pretend like you’re some virgin now, we already know what you are. I want him to only barely make it to his first knuckle, the dry stretch irritating. His friends laugh at him again for being a little bitch. He feels the little bottle get thrown at him. Of course, he’s going to have to prepare himself while they watch, and probably take more pictures. Still, it’s a relief to remove his dry fingers and touch himself pleasurably. They make him look into the lens so they can capture his running mascara when they notice. Hey, he’s stopped crying! Another round of laughter rolls through his cruel audience, their faces colored with pity, disgust, anger, disappointment. We were honestly joking when we called you a faggot earlier, but that really is all you are. I want them to take away his only small pleasure. Someone takes the lube from him, and shoves their fingers in roughly. They move up way too quickly, before he’s ready, making him squirm. Only once they force four fingers into his stretched, red hole do they relent. He goes limp and falls to the ground. Grian walks up to him and gives him a kick in the ribs. Roll over, now. He feels weak and worn out already, so he only makes it to his side, but that’s either good enough for Grian or it was what he already wanted him to do. Grian spoons him and lifts Jimmy’s leg up by the thigh. I want another wave of shame to roll through him, so exhausting it makes him cry a little more. He’s bottoming for Grian, of all people. He has to be the only person he knows who would take it up the ass from Grian. And it turns out Grian is a very mean top too. He makes Jimmy feel so good, so so disgustingly good. Like someone’s pouring warm acid in his throat and it’s spreading through his chest and down to his crotch. But he bites him a lot. Hickeys that bleed. And pinches his nipples, and his balls. He scratches his thighs where he spreads him, and bruises them when he grabs him. He poses him obscenely for the camera, forcing him to smile, or point. Why can he last so long? Shouldn’t this sweet torture be over by now? If he doesn’t stop soon, Jimmy’s gonna, he’s going to—
Grian pulls out. And finishes on his ass instead of in it. Ohh, that’s too bad. You almost got to cum, didn’t you. He spits on him. Of course a fairy like you would nearly cum from being fucked like this. They should all collectively decide not to touch him anywhere below the belt for a little while.