Yes(trans male)

When only a few more seconds of trying to hold out pass, I open my mouth, gasping for air. Tom lets go of my shirt, sending me stumbling backwards away from him. I lean back onto my feet and crumble in on myself, coughing and worsening the burning feeling still hanging in my lungs and ribcage. I fight against my own body, trying desperately to get air inside of me. It all seems futile for a moment, as my body keeps rejecting any air I manage to breathe in.

After a moment, I manage to calm myself down and stop coughing, though that doesn’t quell my hunger for air. My chest heaves as I lean forward onto my knees again, still trying to end my lightheadedness and the burning in my lungs. I plant my hands on the seat in front of me, digging my fingers into the material and still gasping.

I feel Tom start running his fingers through my hair and saying something that I can’t understand in a vaguely comforting tone. I don’t fight him, the feeling of suffocation still weighing heavy on my chest. My breathing starts to calm down somewhat and I start to actually make out his words. “You’re alright. That’s it. Just keep breathing. You’re alright.”

My breathing finally levels out, as the pain lifts off of me. Tom keeps touching my hair and comforting me, regardless of my mostly calmed state. I lean back to rest on my heels, put my hands on my thighs, look down at them, worried about what he’s planning to do to me. He stops talking and pauses for a moment, looking down at me, seeming almost confused.

After a moment, Tom seems to shake off his confusion. He puts his hand under my chin and lifts my head up to look at him, his other hand still in my hair. Regardless of my anxiety, I don’t resist, remembering how poorly it worked out the past two times I’ve tried it.

“Are you okay?” I nod a little, still shaking a little from the ordeal. “Good. Now, are you gonna stop fighting me?” I nod again, worry growing in my stomach. Tom runs his fingers down my jaw, before resting his hand on the side of my face. “Good boy.”

Good boy. The phrase sends heat through my body, as a knot forms in my stomach, my cunt gets wet, and my enlarged clit twitches. What the fuck? I squirm a little, uncomfortable with the sensation those words caused in me. My chest tightens up, my face gets hot, and I dig my fingers into my palms.

“What? You don’t like that?” Just tell him the truth, man-you should at least get some fun out of this whole nightmare.

“N-no, I do.” I feel myself tense up and almost shrink away from him in embarrassment. I fight my urge to look away from Tom, knowing that it won’t make my situation any better.

“Good. Now, come here.” Tom guides me up fully onto my knees with his hand still resting under my chin. His fingers wrap around my jaw, securing his grip on me. I follow his movement, not wanting to cause any more trouble for myself than I already have. My eyes stay on his face, knowing what’s directly in front of me. His hand never leaves my chin as he unbuttons and unzips his pants, the sound filling my ears and sending a burst of anxiety shooting through me. He starts to say something, before cutting himself off. My stomach churns, as fear creeps through my body. He’s gonna yell, isn’t he? Fuck.

“Do... Do you have any idea what you’re doing?” I shake my head, both being honest and trying to get Tom to go easy on me. He sighs and looks up for a moment, before directing his attention back down at me. “Alright.” He moves further forward in his seat, putting his legs almost completely around me. My heart pounds in my chest and I feel my hands starting to shake. His hand finally leaves my jaw and moves to my back, resting on my shoulder blade. “Okay. Look down and open your mouth.” Fuck.

I follow his orders, still putting keeping myself out of any more trouble over my own comfort. Out of mild fear, I close my eyes, trying to shut everything out and get the whole thing over with. Tom puts his hand on the back of my head, twisting his fingers through my hair. After a pause, he starts guiding my head down, before I feel something warm in my mouth.

“Okay. Now, close your mouth- no teeth.” I once again do what he asked. Tom tightens his grip on me, before pushing me down further on his cock. Heat creeps through my body, making the whole situation more uncomfortable for me. “Fuck, that’s good.”

After a moment of pause, Tom starts moving my head with his hand. His cock moves deeper into my mouth with every push, nearly reaching the back of my throat. I fight back the urge to gag as he starts pushing himself down my throat. As time passes, he starts getting more aggressive, moving his hips in sync with me. All the while, Tom groans in pleasure.

I dig my fingers into the side of my thighs, trying to keep my attention on the pain, rather than what Tom’s doing to me. I feel his fingers running through my hair, tangling themselves in the strands. “You’re part of this, too, you should get something out of it. Come on, play with yourself.” Is that a suggestion or a command?

Regardless of what he meant by it, I go with what he said. My hand slides down into my boxers, making contact with my cunt. Without a second thought, I spread my pussy lips and start gently stroking my clit as much as I can. Chills shoot up my spine and through the rest of my body. The waves of pleasure shooting through me push out any negative feelings I had about everything happening to me. As time passes, I start working faster, intensifying the pleasure I already feel.

After a moment, I feel Tom tightening his grip on me and pushing down harder. His cock pushes further down my throat. His voice grows louder, as he holds my head in place and thrusts his cock down my throat over and over again. “Fuck!”

Warm, sticky liquid pours down my throat, heating it up as it goes. I fight my urge to pull away, still not wanting to cause myself any more trouble than I already have. Tom finally takes his hand off of my head and puts it back under my chin, prompting me to straighten back up. I open my eyes and look up at him again. Your hand. I pull my hand out of my pants and put it back on my lap. Tom re-zips his pants and slides back in his seat, before standing up in front of me, putting me at eye level with his crotch.

“Come on.” He puts his hand out for me. I take his hand and get up. Tom puts his arm around me and guides me out of the limo. I don’t resist him or try to run away, hoping that compliance will make things easier on me. He leads me to his house and lets both of us in. “Now, what am I going to do with you?”