All for a Cigarette

This story features a character being repeatedly misgendered in a dub-con scenario. If that makes you uncomfortable in an un-sexy way, please reconsider reading.

I may continue this...please let me know in the comments if you have any ideas for situations or match-ups.

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Leon shivers, pulling his girlfriend's jacket tight over his chest. He has a better winter coat, but hers was closer to the door, and he wasn't planning on being out for long anyway. Just for a cigarette...which quickly became two butts crushed on the ground as Leon lit his third. Inhaling, he leans against the dorm's brick wall, watching a lone drunk guy stumble up the snowy path leading towards the frat houses.

"Hey, you!" the guy calls in an overly-friendly tone. Leon ignores him at first, but there's no one else out he could possibly be talking to.

"Yeah?" Leon replies after a beat of silence. The stranger shuffles up to him, hands in his pockets and a big smile on his face.

"So weird to see a cute girl like you out here all alone, I thought I left 'em all back at the party! Can I bum a smoke?"

Leon's stomach drops at being misgendered. It's not a common occurrence, since he started hormone therapy almost three years ago, but it still burns when it happens. Suddenly feeling self conscious of his long hair and the girly style parka he's wearing, Leon silently holds out the pack to the stranger.

"I'm Ben," the guy says, taking a cig and lighting up. In the sudden spark of light, Leon hopes Ben will see his stubble and apologize, but Ben just inhales and closes his eyes.

"That's goddamn delicious," Ben says, swiftly taking another drag.

"Mm." Leon replies stiffly.

"Not a lot of girls these days who like to smoke. Sure, everyone smokes weed now, but put even a little tobacco in it and they're all complaining about the smell. You must be something special," Ben says with a smug smile. When Leon doesn't reply, he continues.

"I love a girl who can hang with the boys. Get down and dirty, right? Watch football and alla that. But I especially love a girl who's horny all the time like guys are. You know what I mean?"

Suddenly, Ben unzips his pants and whips out his cock.

"What are you doing?" Leon exclaims, startled out of his silence.

"Chill, I thought you were cool." Ben leans his head back as he begins to piss in the snow, his hot stream steaming as it hits the white snowbank. Leon can't tear his eyes away, and Ben notices, giving him a crude grin. Leon looks away, face burning, and hears Ben's zipper zip up.

The two smoke in silence for a minute, Leon refusing to meet Ben's eye. Once his cigarette has burned down to the butt, he drops it in the snow and begins to walk around the side of the building.

Suddenly, Ben's arms snake around Leon's waist, holding him in a hug from the back. Before Leon can push him away, Ben starts to nuzzle at his neck.

"Don't squirm, baby. I showed you mine, now you gotta show me yours. It's only fair." Leon's arms and legs are frozen in place as Ben tugs his sweatpants down to expose his pussy in the low light of the streetlamp. Despite his mind's protests, Leon gasps, and Ben chuckles. His bulge rubs against Leon's buttcheek, and Leon feels his resolve melt away as his pussy begins to moisten. Ben's hand is already clumsily rubbing his mound, his lips grazing Leon's ear.

"Mmm, you're hairy," Ben slurs. "I like a girl who's natural down there, Jason and Alex don't know what they're missing." Leon can smell the reek of booze on his breath, but doesn't bother to look back at him - his attention is focused on Leon's pussy. Leon shivers, and it's not from the cold wind on his most sensitive parts. It's hot knowing this guy can get off to his body, without even caring who he really is...

"You'll have to introduce me to your friends sometime," Leon replies, trying to keep his voice elevated in what he hopes is a sexy purr. He feels his cunt pulse at the thought of two more guys here right now, salivating over their public slut dream girl.

"Maybe sometime," Ben says huskily. "But right now, I want you all to myself." Leon hears his zipper again, before his sweatpants are pulled down to his knees and freezing air rushes over his taint. Leon lets out a strangled gasp when Ben's fat, hot cock smacks against his bare ass, the hot flesh sizzling against his clammy skin.

"Open that hole up for me," Ben growls, and Leon's lost his mind enough that he obeys. He bends over and arches his back, using his hands to pull at his buttcheeks to present his hole. Clearly Ben likes what he sees, as his penis begins to poke and prod at Leon's entrance.

"Beg for me, baby," he commands.

Lost in lust, Leon lifts his voice into the girliest lilt his vocal cords can muster. "Please fuck me, daddy. I wanna feel your hot dick...I want your penis...in my..." his voice catches. "...my vagin-AHH!" With that, Ben thrusts his thick cock balls-deep in Leon's dripping cunt.

"Good girl," Ben groans. "You like this? You like Daddy's penis in your vah-gi-nah?" The way he draws out the syllables makes Leon's stomach clench, like Ben is trying to mock his masculinity. But with the way Ben's cock is squelching in his wet hole, Leon is unable to distinguish if the feeling is fear or pleasure...Leon lets his hormones do the thinking, and chases the pleasure.

"Yes Daddy, fuck my vagina! I love penis, I love your penis, make it so I can never be satisfied with another girl again! My body is yours, Daddy, and I wanna be your whore!" Leon's head is hanging, his hair brushing the ground as Ben thrusts inside him. For a second, he wonders where the woman is who's babbling all this pornographic dialogue, before he realizes it's himself. He whines and moans as he allows another man to dominate his vagina.

Ben grunts like a beast as he slams into Leon, tightening his grip on Leon's narrow hips. Leon can't help but gasp as Ben's rough handling bruises him inside and out.

"Fuck...yeah...gonna...cum," Ben grunts out between powerful, desperate thrusts.

At his words, it's as if every decision Leon has made in the past fifteen minutes catches up to him at once. Why the fuck is he letting this happen? Was he really such a slut he'd bend over for some stranger seconds after meeting for the first time? Why did it feel so good to be fucked like a girl? He has no chance and no desire to push Ben away as white-hot sperm floods deep into his hole. Leon comes at that instant, his cunt pulsing as Ben's cum was drawn up into his cervix.

As Leon gasps in the afterglow of his orgasm, Ben staggers back, sloppily tucking his wet cock back into his boxers. Without a word, he begins to walk off down the sidewalk, then pauses.

"I forgot your name," he says, turning around to face Leon, who's struggling to pull his pants up.

"Olivia," Leon says without thinking, and feels his stomach drop. His girlfriend's name. Olivia, the sole person he should be fucking, whose fucking jacket he's still wearing, whose fucking dorm he's standing outside. He stands frozen in place until Ben disappeared into the shadows.

Fuck. "Fuck," Leon says as he begins to panic. "Fuck, fuckfuckfuck-"

He needs an emergency pill. He needs to be back in Olivia's room ten minutes ago. He needs to scoop out the cum that's still dripping from his hole, threatening to soak through his sweats. He needs Ben to come back and raw him again.

Leon rushes inside the building and upstairs to the only restroom on Olivia's all-female floor. He crouches over the toilet, sweats around his ankles, and begins scooping Ben's fertile seed out of his vagina with his fingers. Tears are streaming down Leon's cheeks as he curses the pleasure Ben's douchebag cock gave him, and the way he humiliated himself to get it.

Once he's all wiped up, Leon scrubs his face in the sink, hoping his red eyes will help his case. He slowly walks down the hall to Olivia's room, ignoring how his legs are still quivering from the most powerful orgasm of his life.

Olivia whips her head around from where her game is now paused on the TV. "There you are, babe! I was starting to get worried. You good?"

Leon groans, shedding her coat before sitting on the other end of the couch.

"Not really, I think I chainsmoked one too many and I threw up. Sorry, I'm probably not gonna be much fun tonight."

Olivia jumps up and feels Leon's forehead. "You are pretty warm...that sucks! Let me get you some tea and maybe some anti-nausea pills. You gotta hydrate at least!"

Her voice trails off as she moves to the kitchen, fussing over him all the while. Leon rests his head on the back of the couch and grapples with what he's just done. He falls asleep next to his girlfriend that night, ignorant of the semen soaking his fertile womb...

* Six Weeks Later *

A sharp rapping on the bathroom door alerts Leon to Olivia's presence.

"You okay in there?"

"Yeah, I'll be right out," he calls back, and stands up from his spot kneeling in front of the toilet. Leon washes up and shrugs his jacket on, opening the door to meet his girlfriend.

"You good? We gotta leave before 10, but if you need to stay behind, we can work something out."

"It's fine. I must've ate something that disagreed with me, that's all."

"You're sure you're okay? You were really pukey last month, too. Maybe you should at least go to the campus clinic." Olivia has a tone of her voice that signals she's unwilling to compromise, and Leon knows it well.

"I'll schedule something online while we're driving over," Leon acquiesces.

"Good," Olivia replies with a cheery smile. She digs through the closet, selecting a light coat that doesn't quite look warm enough for the freezing conditions. "You ready to go?"

"I'm ready when you are. Where's your other jacket? The puffy white one?"

"I don't really like to wear that one anymore. I dunno, I'll probably donate it before spring."

Leon cocks his head, concerned. "What's wrong with it?"

"Ugh, it's nothing. This dude keeps trying to hit on me whenever he sees me on campus...it's more annoying than creepy, really, but it's still a pain in the ass. I figure he's probably mistaken me for someone else, since so many girls are wearing this style of parka this year. Still, I'm...really over it."

Leon freezes, feeling a familiar lurch in his stomach. "Should...I be worried?"

"No," Olivia smiles. "I'm sure it'll be fine!"