He pins you to the wall

You gasp when you find him standing right outside the door. You had not heard him walk back over, but there he was. His eyes roll up and down you with a hunger you had never seen in them before. It makes you feel small, like a piece of meat, and you suddenly realize this must be what girls feel like when you stare at them. "Looking hot, John, or should I call you Doe now?" He had even thought of a girl's name for you.

"Uh," you start to reply, but before you can think of anything clever that would regain even a little bit of your manhood, you feel his hand on your shoulder. You are roughly pushed against the wall behind you, right next to the bathroom door. His hand is large enough to grab the entirely of your small, slender shoulder. The top button of your white blouse pops loose from the impact. You probably did not button it properly. He looks down and is greeted with the illusion of cleavage.

"And what wonderful tits," he grins, reaching with his free hand to grope them. He was just groping inserts through a bra and shirt, but he seemed to be enjoying himself. It actually made you inhale sharply. You had never felt such a strong hand on your chest before. It was demanding, hungry, and more than enough to make you tremble.

"Stop it, Mathew. This has gone on long enough. The joke is over," you finally managed.

"Oh no, not over, my sweet little Doe. Not over at all." And with that he pushed his body flush to your's. To your horror, you felt a large bulge pressing into your lower stomach, right where your cock would be if you had not tucked it between your legs earlier. Speaking of your cock, it had grown at least an inch and was steadily twitching. You could not believe it.

"I said..." you start to say but are cut short when he thrusts once. God, he was huge. Probably twice the size of you. This somehow did not surprise you though. "I said, stop." You close your eyes.