Warnings: This is a first-person, abduction/bondage/rape story, told from the perspective of a cisgender man inflicting forced feminization and breeding on a transgender man. It is a pure work of fantasy that reflects my personal kinks, not anything I condone or mean to encourage in reality.
Coming to Fruition
Ah, there you are. I hear you waking up. You can't see me, your vision obscured by a soft cloth blindfold, letting you perceive only a hint of the ambient low light. But you can sense my presence, and your heartbeat accelerates to a pounding in your chest as you gradually rise to awareness.
I can imagine your confusion, which will grow into fear and then panic as you begin to understand what is happening.
You don't know where you are, or how you got here. You don't remember me; don't remember flirting, sharing drinks, and finally agreeing to come home with me to. . . what? What did you think would happen? Did you think we'd fuck like two men, sucking and stroking each other's cocks, cupping each other's balls, shooting cum down each other's throats? What would you do, offer to fuck me with a strap-on? Or let me fuck your ass, pretending that somehow you're a man, as I enter you just an inch away from your sopping pussy? No. I knew what you were as soon as I saw you. A man always knows.
And now you're mine. The drugs I slipped into your last drink stole those memories from you, and have you struggling through a dense mental haze even now. But you're becoming lucid enough to realize that you're in trouble.
You feel heavy, on your back with your legs open. Your stomach clenches as you try to move, only to find that your arms are bound above your head by your wrists, and that your knees and ankles are held fast, spread wide apart. The mattress feels soft under you, and your hips are raised slightly upwards, your buttocks at once supported and exposed. Your breath catches in your throat as you hear me step towards you in the darkness. You can feel me move in between your legs without me even touching you, an electric tingling as your skin responds to my proximity.
When I lean in close and exhale warm breath, a sudden unexpected coldness tells you that your exposed sex is wet. Suddenly the undeniable sexuality of your position dawns on you - you are tied down, to a bed - to be raped, or you've already been raped, or are about to be, or will be again, or. . .? You try to reach down to touch yourself, reminded at once that you are trussed down too tightly to even come close. You become aware of a gentle throbbing sensation in your cunt, suddenly realizing you feel swollen, bruised, raw - are you imagining it as you realize how utterly vulnerable you are? Or have you been used already, taken by someone you can't even see? Your body knows the answer, and it slowly becomes clear to you, too, because you feel different, dominated, possessed.
Because I've already seeded you. It's far from over, but we've started without you, your body responding instinctively to me, a man, as it was designed to, has waited to. You didn't need to be conscious while I worked my fingers along your inner thighs, and my thumbs against your nipples, my warm tongue massaging your labia and circling your clit, for you to moisten and then flood, my calloused thumb sliding unimpeded through your slickness. You were so swollen when I entered you that my foreskin was nudged back, exposing my engorged glans, already shining with pre-cum. I knew you would respond to me, but I was surprised by the intensity of your physical arousal, your cunt so tight that you drove me to climax almost as soon as I took you. Much, much too fast, but we have plenty of time, now that you're here.
Understand: you, a man though you may be, are still trapped in a woman's body, meant to be mounted, inseminated, and impregnated. You can inject all the testosterone you want, but your desire still mounts to a fever pitch as you absorb male pheromones from everywhere I leave a trace of sweat, saliva, or semen. You can't resist this, and you will find that you don't wish to. Your mind will open to me as pliably as your body as you remember what you really want, what you need, what you are destined for.
