No.

"No." You can barely believe the words coming out of your mouth. You are so close to scratching that interminable itch, and now you say no? Still, you find yourself hanging onto a sliver of sanity in a raging river. If you had said yes, Brad would have taken it way past "experimenting" or "curiousity", he would have finished what he started on the couch and made you his bitch. No, it started way earlier than the couch, hadn't it? He's spent his whole life trying to make you his bitch. What had he waited for? Your ass to fill out? You to turn legal? Was he just in the mood?

You see Brad with new eyes, staring at him with open contempt as you spit out, "In fact, I'm done playing with you at all. If you put your hands on me again, I'll call the cops on your ass. I'm going to bed. Fuck you and good night!" You storm out, half surprised Brad didn't floor you after your little speech.

You look over your shoulder as you leave the room and see he smirling cooly back at you. "Sweet dreams" he says with a syrupy snarl. You certainly don't have sweet dreams after that, only erotic nightmares of Brad **** you until you beg him to make you a girl, him fucking your ass so hard your chest balloons into bouncy bimbo breasts, you cum so hard on his cock that your penis shrinks to nothing, forming a wet slit that Brad's cockhead pushes insistently against. "Pleassssssse" you hear yourself beg as you wake with a jolt.

As you stir from slumber you realize that your nightmare is just beginning.