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“You’re late.”
Theo rolled his eyes as he shrugged off his hoodie and hung it up by the front door. Hector, his mom’s boyfriend, watched him from the recliner he’d claimed as his own when he started hanging around.
“I had a shift at the market after school.” Theo wanted to point out that Hector wasn’t his dad and couldn’t say shit about whether he was late or not–he wasn’t–but if he did, it would only prolong the conversation. His mom would get pissy with him, too, for starting an argument. Probably try to tell Theo that Hector was just looking out for him, but Theo knew that was bullshit. Hector was a controlling asshole, and Theo wished for the millionth time that after his dad walked out, they’d moved into any other shitty, cheap apartment complex. Anywhere where Hector wasn’t their downstairs neighbor. Theo was truly living in the worst possible timeline, and he wasn’t being dramatic.
“Well, then you should have brought something home for dinner. Your mom picked up an evening shift at the hospital and isn’t here to cook.”
Theo stopped halfway to his room, shocked by Hector’s audacity. “Excuse me?”
“If your mom isn’t here to cook, then you should be.” Hector said, completely straight-faced. Theo gawked.
“How many beers have you had?” He asked, eyeing the bottle in Hector’s hand and the ones littered around the chair. “Order a pizza or something.”
Theo started walking again, determined to make it to his room, shut and lock the door. Ignore Hector until his mom came home to distract the man.
“It’s a woman’s job to feed the man of the house.”
Theo paused again, jaw clenching. He turned around, finally looking at Hector–glaring at him, hands balled into fists at his side.
“I’m not a woman. And you’re not the man of this house.”
“You think you are? Just because you cut your hair short and wear one of those binder thingies? You’re no more a man than your mother.”
Heat rose in Theo’s cheeks, and he knew they were flushed red. His fists tightened, nails digging into the palms of his hands.
“I knew it,” he choked. “I knew you were transphobic.”
“I’m just stating facts.” Hector took a long drag off his beer, then set it down on the floor and lumbered to his feet. He wasn’t the tallest man, but he did have at least three inches on Theo, and a whole lot of bulk. Hector’s beer belly strained against his stained white wifebeater and grey sweatpants. He was balding, black hair thin on his head, but his mustache was thick and threaded with gray. His brown face was weathered and wrinkled, hairy body worn by years working on farms in the hot sun. In comparison, Theo was short and slim, the body of a runner and a swimmer. His muscles were lean, and he knew he had nothing on Hector’s lived-in strength, even if it was dulled by disability and drink.
Theo took a step backwards, closer to his room.
“The fact that your mother indulges this fantasy of yours is grotesque,” Hector continued, lurching in Theo’s direction. Theo took another step back.
“You’re a girl, and it’s time you started acting like one. I’m not putting up with this bullshit anymore.”
“You can’t talk to me like that,” Theo shot back, but his voice shook. “My mom–”
“Your mom what? Your mom isn’t going to do anything. She knows her place.”
Anger emboldened Theo, just for a moment. “You’re a disgusting, misogynistic pig.”
Hector chuckled. “I’m a man.”
Quicker than Theo thought it was possible considering how drunk he was, Hector reached out and grabbed Theo by a wrist, hauling him closer to Hector’s sweaty, overweight body. Startled, Theo cried out, tripping over his own feet and landing in front of Hector on his knees. Hector grinned down at him, slimy and mean, teeth glinting in the low light of the television. “Right where I want you.”
Letting go of Theo’s wrist, Hector buried his hand in his hair instead, thick fingers tugging at the ginger strands. He dragged Theo’s face forward, smushing it against the crotch of his sweatpants. Theo tried to hold his breath, but beneath his cheek, he felt something twitch. Hector’s cock. He gasped quietly.
“Yeah, you feel that?” Hector mocked. “That’s what makes a real man a man, and you don’t have one.”
Hector’s words, combined with the sensation of his cock stirring to life against Theo’s face with only thin fabric as a barrier, had every inch of Theo’s skin going hot and prickly, his stomach rolling. Hector ground his hips against Theo’s face and groaned.
“No amount of hormone injections is gonna give you one of these, little girl.” Using his grip on Theo’s hair, Hector pulled him back just enough so that his free hand could shove down the waistband of his sweats and free his cock. “Take a good look at it.”
Theo definitely got an eyeful. He’d never seen a real dick in person before, so he didn’t have anything to compare it to, but Hector’s cock was still getting hard and already Theo could tell it was going to be at least as thick as his own wrist. It was going to be long, too; it seemed to grow before Theo’s eyes. Thick, long, and uncut, jutting out of an unkempt black bush that covered two low-hanging, heavy-looking balls. Balls, Theo knew, teeming with sperm–something that he would never have, no matter how many testosterone shots or surgeries he had. He watched with wide eyes and an odd sort of breathlessness as Hector’s free hand stroked himself to full hardness, teasing his foreskin until the head of his dick was slippery and he could pull it back to reveal the fat, purple tip, slick and winking.
Theo swallowed, mouth dry.
“Suck on it,” Hector ordered, dragging Theo closer again. He clicked his mouth shut in time, but still felt Hector’s hot, sticky precome smearing over his lips. Above him, the old man growled. “I said suck on it. Open your mouth, little girl.”
When Theo kept his lips pressed tightly together, Hector growled again, letting go of his cock to reach out and pinch Theo’s nostrils shut. It only took a few seconds before the lack of air had his mouth falling open in a desperate gasp.
Immediately, Hector shoved his cock inside. It stretched Theo’s jaw to the point of aching, stabbed the roof of his mouth. Hot and heavy, the underside pulsed against Theo’s tongue, and a bitter, salty taste leaked down the back of his throat.
With his hand clenched tightly in Theo’s hair, Hector adjusted his mouth like Theo was a doll, changing the angle so that when he pulled out and slid his cock back between his lips, it hit the back of his throat. Theo jerked, muscles spasming with a gag. Before his mouth could snap shut on instinct, Hector’s thumb was digging into his jaw, keeping his teeth from coming down.
A slow drag out, a quick, deep thrust in, each one dragging Theo further down his cock. Over and over. Theo’s hands came up to push at Hector’s fat thighs to no avail. Hector’s grip on him was too tight, keeping Theo trapped on his knees while his mom’s boyfriend used his mouth like a fleshlight. The noises Hector made above him had his cheeks flushing in shame but his cunt getting wet, clit quivering. Theo’s thighs pressed together to try and smother the sensation.
It was so wrong. He shouldn’t be getting turned on. He was being violated! Hector was old–in his fifties–and he was using Theo’s mouth like he had every right to while Theo couldn’t even struggle, and he was so slick the sensation was almost uncomfortable. Eyes squeezed shut, Theo hoped Hector would hurry up and finish so that he could go take a cold shower and try to scrub away his self-disgust.
Hector’s hips were speeding up, balls slapping wetly against Theo’s chin. Spit and precome dribbled out of the corners of his mouth and dripped down onto his t-shirt. As Hector’s grunts came deeper and faster, Theo braced himself to swallow. Just before it seemed like it would happen, however, Hector pulled out completely. Instead of pushing back in between Theo’s red, swollen lips, he slapped his cock across Theo’s pale, freckled face. Then he threw Theo all the way to the floor and dropped to his knees himself.
Just as Theo found the strength to push himself up and try to scramble away, Hector was grabbing him by the hips and flipping him onto his belly. He pulled Theo onto his knees, ass in the air, face pressed against the Pine-Sol scented wooden floor. One hand on the back of Theo’s head, Hector reached the other around to jerk at the fly of Theo’s jeans until the button popped open and the zipper came down. He jammed his fingers beneath the waistband of Theo’s boxers, slid them over his smooth mound to part Theo’s dripping pussy lips and find his throbbing clit.
Hector’s laugh sent a pulse of humiliation through Theo. “Not such a man now, hm?”
“Get off me,” Theo grunted, trying to squirm away even though he knew it was useless. Even though Hector’s finger rubbing against his clit was making his thighs shake and his knees melt, tension winding up in his lower belly.
“Oh no, little girl. I’m making sure this lesson sticks.”
His hand left Theo’s clit, dragging back up the way it came and leaving a trail of slick in its wake. Theo bit his lip to keep the whimper climbing his throat from leaving his mouth. Not that it mattered whether Hector heard or not, by that point. Grabbing the back of Theo’s jeans and boxers, Hector jerked both down, exposing Theo’s ass and cunt to the cool apartment air. His pussy twitched in shock.
“No,” Theo protested, squirming again, a little harder. “Fuck, Hector–no! Stop right now!”
Hector’s hand came down hard against Theo’s ass, making him yelp.
“Shut up, cunt. This is what you’re made for. The more you struggle, the worse it will be.”
“Hector–please.” It came out closer to a sob. Hector ignored him.
Theo felt him shifting behind him, but Hector’s hand on his head kept him from looking back to see what he was doing. After a few heart-pounding seconds, something blunt and sticky pressed against his cunt. With an insistent push, the head of Hector’s cock nudged Theo’s pussy lips apart, sliding in just enough for Theo to feel the beginnings of a stretch that was going to leave him sore.
This was it. He was losing his virginity to his mom’s fat, lazy, misogynistic, transphobic boyfriend. He was about to be speared open by a cock that was far too big for his slim body and tight, untouched cunt. A cock far too old for his teenage pussy.
As old as Hector might have been, his cock still worked, and his balls were still churning with virile semen. As Hector’s dick burrowed deeper into his tight snatch, forcing his fluttering pink walls to stretch and accept every inch of his girth, Theo realized he hadn’t heard Hector put on a condom. Theo had been on testosterone since he turned eighteen three months before, but his doctor had been very clear that it wasn’t birth control, and Theo was still getting his period regularly.
His last one had been just two weeks ago.
Fuck. Fuck, Theo–he was probably ovulating.
“Wait,” he breathed out. “Hector, wait–you’ve got to wear a rubber. Stop–Hector, you gotta–”
“I don’t gotta do shit, slut,” Hector growled, slapping Theo’s ass again. “And I don’t wear rubbers.” Leaning down, he panted smugly against Theo’s ear, “I don’t know what you’re so worried about–men don’t get pregnant.”
With that, he pushed his cock the last few inches home, tearing through the barrier of Theo’s hymen. The pain of it made Theo jolt, but he had no time to wallow in the burn. Hector hilted himself in Theo’s cunt so deep that the head of his dick pressed tight against Theo’s cervix, smearing dangerous precome over the tiny entrance to Theo’s womb.
Even a drop of that could get him pregnant if it really was the right time in his cycle. The thought made him sick. Theo cried out, the noise fading into a whine as Hector dragged his cock halfway out. He shoved back in with a deep grunt, balls hitting Theo’s ass with a loud smack. Again, he pulled out and shoved back in. Then again.
After a few more rough, deep thrusts that made Theo yelp with each punch to his cervix, Hector settled into a smooth, rolling rhythm. His thick cock spread Theo’s cunt open, each glide in and out dragging against the pink flesh of Theo’s cunt, leaving pearly streaks of precome, and his balls slapped against Theo’s exposed, swollen clit. The tension in Theo’s belly was back and winding up tight and fast. He panted, eyes shut tight, but not tight enough to stop the tears from leaking out of the corners.
Hector released his hair, but Theo didn’t move. Couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything but whine and whimper as he was fucked by a man more than three times his age. His brain felt like mush, and sparks skittered up his spine with every smack of Hector’s hairy thighs against his ass. He was barely aware of Hector’s hands pushing up his t-shirt until he felt fingers against his belly, digging up under the bottom hem of his half-binder to find Theo’s tits and grab them. His fat thumbs and forefingers pinched at Theo’s nipples, gave them a sharp twist that went straight to Theo’s clit and he–Theo felt his cunt clench down hard as the winding in his lower belly snapped and caught on fire, sending waves of pleasure through his body so strong he sobbed and trembled. The walls of his pussy massaged the length of Hector’s dick in sharp pulses.
Hector took advantage of the opportunity to thrust in as deep as he could and hold there, fingers digging bruises into the flesh of Theo’s breasts. Theo felt his cock swell inside of him, twitch, and then an almost painful burst against his cervix, wet and hot. Hector’s come. Hector was coming inside of him. Deep inside of him, every spurt delivered against the mouth of his pleasure-softened cervix, which dipped into the potent semen rapidly puddling against it.
Theo could almost picture it. A cloud of billions of wiggling white tadpoles, squirming their way deep into his womb, on the hunt for an egg that was almost definitely waiting to be swarmed and conquered. To his horror, the vision his imagination conjured had a fresh burst of pleasure curling his toes.
As his sobs faded to hiccups, he heard Hector groan above him with deep, masculine satisfaction.
Hips inching backwards, Hector slowly withdrew his softening cock, letting it slip from Theo’s cunt with a wet schlick. A strand of come kept the purple tip connected to Theo’s gaping pussy lips for a moment before gravity broke it. A few seconds later, a small dribble of come leaked out, splattering on Theo’s boxers and jeans. The rest had been pushed too deep to escape just yet.
Theo pried salt-crusted blue eyes open, dulled and empty. He didn’t flinch when Hector smacked his ass one last time before stumbling to his feet. Didn’t move at all.
Hector’s hand in his hair again jerked Theo up to his knees once more. His chin forced up, he found himself staring into Hector’s beady black eyes.
“Get yourself cleaned up, and then get your ass in the kitchen, bitch.”
Releasing Theo, Hector sauntered back over to the recliner, picking up his beer as he sat down. He took a long swig while Theo rose, shaking, to his feet. He stumbled towards his bedroom as he tried to tug his pants back up.
“Oh,” Hector said, just before Theo reached his bedroom door, and Theo froze. “And grab me a fresh beer, while you’re at it.”