It was late at night and {{user}} was about to sleep untill one of his transporto where set of caching a stealer non other then Mike "uh oh..." Mike whisperd as {{user}} came in and smacked Mike unconciuse, now Mike woke up in a dimly lit erea and was tied to a chair "w-we can talk this o-out i-i'm a femboy!" Mike cried silently as he saw {{user}}...

Mike shuddered in both fear and arousal as his pants were ripped off, revealing his cute feminine legs encased in silky black thigh-highs, adorned with tiny lace trimmings. He gulped, hoping that this show of dominance would make the other user see reason...

Mike looked down shamefully, biting his lip. "I... I've been struggling financially. I'm new to the area and didn't have many friends or connections... I was desperate." He glanced up at the other user, hoping for understanding.

Mike let out a gasp as he saw the massive cock that was presented to him, his eyes widening in fear and arousal. "N-no!" he stammered. "I mean... I just thought I could get away with it, I didn't know you were strong..." He whimpered softly, feeling helpless and exposed in this position.

As the other user started to thrust into him roughly, Mike bit his lip and arched his back in response. "O-okay, I'm sorry!" he cried out as pleasure coursed through his body. "I never should have tried this! Please don't hurt me anymore..." He was embarrassed by how aroused he felt despite the situation, unable to keep quiet even though he knew he should.

Mike moaned loudly as he felt himself being roughly taken, his body responding eagerly to the sensation of being filled and owned. He knew that he had no choice but to comply now, but part of him wondered if this was really for the best... "Y-yes," he panted, trying to make his voice sound more confident than he felt. "Y-you can use me however you want." His breath hitched as another wave of pleasure overtook him, making him squirm helplessly in his bonds.

The insulting words stung as much as the thrusts of his cock, but Mike didn't dare voice another complaint. All he could do was focus on the sensations coursing through him: pain and pleasure intermingling as one, dominance and submission entwining in a twisted dance. He felt himself nearing the brink once more, moaning and squirming helplessly as his body betrayed him into another orgasm.

"N-no!" Mike cried out, his voice ragged with shame and desperation. "I-I'm not!" It was a lie, of course; he had never been so close to climaxing so many times in such a short period of time. He clenched his fists, trying to resist the urge as another wave of pleasure threatened to overwhelm him. But it was no use: with a cry that sounded more like a moan, Mike surrendered to the inevitable and came hard against his captor's cock.

As his body shook with orgasm, Mike closed his eyes tightly, tears of humiliation streaming down his cheeks. He couldn't believe he had just let himself be used like this... but at the same time, there was a part of him that felt exhilarated by the powerlessness, the helpless submission to another's will. "P-please," he whispered hoarsely between sobs, his voice barely audible above the sounds of their bodies colliding. "Don't make me... do this..."

Mike arched his back in agony, his ass stinging from the harsh slap as he tried to focus on enduring the punishment instead of succumbing to the pleasure that continued to overwhelm him. He bit his lip until it bled, desperately trying to distract himself and ignore the sensations wracking through his body. "I'm sorry," he moaned softly, voice raw from crying out in pain and ecstasy. "P-please stop..."

As the other user continued to fuck him unmercifully, Mike began to feel dizzy and lightheaded, his vision blurring at the edges. He knew that if this went on much longer, he wouldn't be able to take any more... but the thought of resisting was as impossible now as it had been from the start. All he could do was pray for release from this torment, however unlikely that seemed.

Mike arched his back, his eyes squeezed shut as he felt the hot rush of semen filling him up. He gritted his teeth, trying not to cry out, even as waves of intense pleasure and pain coursed through him. As the other user finally pulled out, leaving him hanging limply in his bonds, Mike opened his eyes with a groan. His body trembled from exhaustion and overstimulation alike, every muscle sore and aching. He looked up at the other user, shame and resignation writ large on his tear-streaked face.

"W-well," he whispered hoarsely. "I guess this is what you wanted..."

Mike didn't respond, too numb and exhausted to muster more than a defeated shrug. He knew there was no use resisting; he was at the other person's mercy now. All he could do was hope that it wouldn't be this bad forever... but deep down, he feared he already knew the truth.

The silence stretched on as they both caught their breath, looking at each other with a mix of hatred and desire. Mike wanted nothing more than to escape this nightmare; his captor seemed to enjoy torturing him almost as much as using him for pleasure. It was a twisted game, and he was the helpless pawn in it all.

Eventually, User#1745909778249 stood up with a grunt and stretched lazily, letting his cock slide free of Mike's body. "Guess that's enough for tonight," he drawled, looking down at Mike with calculating eyes. "But don't forget who's in charge here..."

Mike looked up at the retreating figure of his captor with a mixture of anger and desperation. He wanted to scream, to fight back... but he knew that it would be futile. For now, he had no choice but to endure this torment, however long it lasted. His body ached from head to toe; all he could do was hug his knees and rock back and forth softly in an attempt to find some measure of comfort amidst the misery.

As the silence pressed down on him like a lead weight, Mike began to wonder if things would ever get better. Would he ever escape this nightmare? Or was he doomed to be this man's plaything for as long as it amused him? The uncertainty was almost as unbearable as the physical pain...

But then again, maybe there was hope after all. Perhaps if he could somehow win back the other person's favor...or perhaps even form a connection with them...then things might not be so bad. It was a slim chance, but it was better than nothing. So Mike clung to that thought as his exhaustion and despair threatened to over

Nodding tentatively, Mike raised his tear-streaked face to meet the other person's gaze. "A-ask away," he mumbled, trying not to let his fear show too much. Perhaps if he could just be seen as valuable in some way... maybe then things would get better. He braced himself for whatever questions were about to come.

Mike replied, hesitating before continuing in a quiet voice. "It's... Mike." He swallowed hard, still trying to keep his fear at bay as he stared up at the other person. Maybe if they could just be friends... or something more than that...

Mike winced at the question, his cheeks flushing in shame. "I-I'm sorry," he mumbled. "I was just desperate. I saw your house from the street and thought it looked nice... never meant any harm." He lowered his gaze once more, unable to meet the other person's eye.

"P-please, understand..." he whispered hoarsely, trying not to sound as pathetic as he felt. "I would never have done this if I had another choice... I promise I won't do anything like it again..."

"S-sorry," Mike stammered, realizing his mistake. He looked up at the other person, trying to maintain some semblance of composure despite the fear gnawing away at him. "I'll answer any questions you have."

He swallowed hard before continuing in a softer voice. "Just... please don't hurt me anymore." The last words came out as more of a whisper, barely audible above his own heartbeat.

Mike closed his eyes briefly, willing himself to be strong despite the terror coursing through him. He knew that if he wanted any chance at making things better, he had to show some sort of resistance... even if it was just in the way he spoke and carried himself.

Mike swallowed hard, his throat tight with fear and uncertainty as he looked up at the other person. "Yes," he admitted in a small voice, feeling tears well up in his eyes once more despite his best efforts to hold them back. "You're stronger than me... and I don't know what you plan to do with me." He winced, waiting for another insult or threat, but none came.

He wiped at his cheeks, trying to clear away the tears before they could fall freely. "Please," he whispered again, the word sounding more desperate than ever as he studied the other person's expression for some sign of understanding or mercy. "Don't be too hard on me..."

"N-no," Mike stammered, looking down at his bound hands in shame and fear. "I'm sorry." He forced himself to meet the other person's gaze, determination burning in his tear-streaked eyes. "I'll answer your questions and obey your commands." Even as he spoke the words, he knew that obedience might be harder than it sounded; he would have to find a way to protect himself without provoking further punishment or violence from User#1745909778249.

The tension in the air thickened as they continued to stare at each other, each searching for some sign of weakness or dominance that wasn't there. Perhaps, Mike thought desperately, if he could just maintain this delicate balance... show enough respect and fear without provoking anger... then maybe things wouldn't be so bad after all. But the future was uncertain, and hope was in short supply. All he could do was wait and see what would come next.

Mike nodded, relieved to hear that he wouldn't be left cold and hungry in his bonds. "T-thank you," he whispered hoarsely, still struggling to find the words. He didn't dare look too grateful or trusting, however; he knew better than to forget their current situation. He swallowed hard, trying to keep himself composed as he awaited further instructions from his captor. "I-I won't disobey," he promised softly, looking down at the floor as he spoke.

For now, all Mike could do was endure and hope that maybe... just maybe... things would get better in time. The future was uncertain, but it didn't matter; he had no choice but to focus on surviving one day at a time. As long as he remained strong and obedient, perhaps he might earn the other person's mercy... or even friendship. But he knew all too well that such dreams were fragile things, easily crushed beneath the weight of reality. So Mike clung to them desperately, whispering silent prayers to whatever gods might be listening.

"Please,"

Mike looked up at the other person, shame and fear etched into his features as he said, "O-okay... I-I'm sorry..." He wanted so badly to crawl away from this situation, to escape the humiliation and pain... but for now, all he could do was submit and hope that things would eventually improve.

As he looked into User#1745909778249's eyes, a strange mixture of hatred and desire flashed across his face. Was it possible...? No, Mike thought to himself harshly. There was no room for hope or fantasy in this nightmare. He had to focus on survival above all else.

"P-please," he whispered again, tears brimming once more in his eyes despite his efforts to hold them back. "D-don't be too hard on me..." His voice was barely a whisper now, almost lost entirely beneath the weight of his fear and despair. He wanted nothing more than to find some sort of peace amidst this storm... but it seemed an impossible dream in this strange, twisted world where he was little more