I spent my birthday alone. It's not uncommon for me, but this year I wanted to do something for myself instead of just sit around the house. So today I made a trip downtown, ate at my favorite cafe, watched a movie, and now I'm wandering the small park. There's really mostly artwork rather than plants, but I'm just out here to enjoy myself. A group of men walk by, and I try my best to avoid eye contact. I'm not very good at socializing. I'm also a pre-op FtM, a few months on Testosterone, and trying to fly under the radar. Sometimes I do, sometimes I don't. I can't be sure if these men can tell, so I keep to myself.
I go to the closest coffee shop and order a drip. I add sugar and cream, cover the cup with a lid, and head to a bench in the park. I pull out my phone and play a few games, read a few tweets, and catch up on some news. When I finish my coffee I decide it's time to go home. I toss the empty cup in a trashcan and start towards the parking garage a few blocks away.
It isn't until one of them grabs my arm and forces me down a small dark alley that I realize the group of men have returned.
"So, we were wondering," the guy who's holding my arm leans in close and grins at me, "what is someone like you doing all alone out here?"
I drop my voice low, hoping it will scare them into realizing I'm a man, and tell them "I'm just out for a walk, don't want any trouble."
They all laugh, and the man gripping my arm shoves his hand between my legs. "We know what you are, and we think we want to try it out." He rubs his hand hard over my crotch and I feel a warmth spread through me. I shudder and open my mouth to protest but he shoves three fingers in my mouth and tells me not to scream or things will be worse.
I nod my head, suddenly aware that there are four men against me. They all grin or laugh and suddenly their hands are all over me. My binder is holding my breasts down so they can't fondle them, but it doesn't take them long to force me out of my shirt and pull the straps of my binder off my shoulders. We are far enough away from the street for a passerby to not notice unless they really look, but anyone could see if they did.
My breasts are suddenly exposed to the cool air and my already hard nipples tighten. Fingers rub and pinch them before each is sucked into a mouth. A loud moan breaks through my lips and I get a slap in the face.
"Be quiet," one of them says.