Toxic masculinity

Always the same, she always treated you as a safe, genderless commodity. A convenient piece of furniture in her life. For years, you’d nursed this quiet, burning frustration, a fantasy born from rejection. One in which you make her feel your masculinity. It always was just that, fantasy, something impossible.

Yet here you were, holding the keys to her body and mind. You could order her anything... but your dark fantasy was about a ****, not obedience. You could change her mind... but that would be too easy, too tame. You could reshape her body... but that felt like a betrayal of the very core of your desire.

"You know what, Maisie? I'm tired of being ignored." Your voice was low, dangerous. "I'm tired of being treated like some harmless little boy. I'm tired of watching you flirt with every other guy in town while I sit here like a good little eunuch."

Maisie's eyes opened wider as she turned away from the phone, a flicker of genuine surprise crossing her face. She opened her mouth to respond, but no words came out. You didn't give her the chance to speak anyway.

"Maisie, sit still and shut up." The command hung in the air between you, heavy and absolute. Instantly, Maisie froze, her body rigid on the seat. Her irises dilated, pupils wide with shock and fear. She couldn't move a single muscle, not even to blink.

You reached out, running your fingers through her hair, marveling at the softness. "You've never seen me as a man, have you?" you murmured, your breath warm against her cheek. "You've never even considered it. But now..." Your hand slid down to her shoulder, squeezing tightly. "Now you're going to feel exactly how much of a man I am."

You started the car, the engine purring to life. Maisie's eyes were locked straight ahead, unblinking, as you pulled out of the parking lot and onto the main road. You drove, taking back roads, winding deeper into the countryside. With one arm on the starting wheel, the other went straight to her breasts, groping roughly. Maisie made no sound, no movement, just that terrified gaze fixed forward.

"You think this is just some game, don't you?" you said, your voice tight with anger and arousal. "You think after you told me about this curse, I'd just be a good boy and forget it? That me pee-pee won't get hard on you? That I would ever want to be your safe little eunuch again?"

"Well, guess what? I'm not playing games anymore." You took another turn, heading towards a place you knew was completely isolated. No one would hear her screams out there. Not that she could scream yet. Her hoodie shirt was in the way, so you pulled it off, revealing her pale skin underneath. Then you tore open her t-shirt, exposing her bra-clad chest.

"Look at these," you growled, squeezing her breast through the fabric. "These are mine now. And this..." Your hand trailed down her stomach, unbuttoning her shorts and sliding inside. "This is all mine too."

You finally pulled up in a clearing deep in the woods, far from any prying eyes. You turned to face Maisie, her face a mask of terror and helplessness. "Maisie, you can move now, you can scream, beg, resist, try to run. But you will not cause much harm to me or yourself. I don't want you by an order, I'll get what I want by ****, like a man."

"Please, don't. What happened to you?" she pleaded, her voice trembling

"You should have treated me like a man," you spat, opening the driver's door and walking around to hers. You yanked it open, grabbed her by the wrist, and hauled her out of the car. She stumbled, falling to her knees on the dirt and pine needles before scrambling backwards, putting distance between you.

"Get over here!" you roared, stalking toward her. When she tried to crawl away faster, you lunged forward, grabbing her ankle and dragging her back across the ground. She kicked and screamed, her fists flying uselessly against your arms and shoulders. As ordered, she didn't resist too hard to prevent actual injury, but she fought enough to show her desperation.

With a final heave, you lifted her off the ground and slammed her down onto the hood of the car. The metal groaned under her weight, cold against her bare back. You pressed yourself between her legs, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand. Her shorts were already half-off; you ripped them the rest of the way, leaving her in nothing but her torn t-shirt, bra, and panties.

She whimpered beneath you, tears streaming down her cheeks. This was it. After all those years of being invisible to her, of being genderless, of being nothing... She was yours. You were the only one to decide how to use it. And you needed no obedience, no changes of her appearance or character... Not yet anyway.

"Please, anything but that," she whispered in terror as you freed your cock. "I am sorry, please stop."

Now, with her body trapped under yours, with some ancient magic on your side making this cruel adventure safe for you, with your dick being ready for action more than ever, the better side of you, the one that had a crush on her, made one last **** attempt to make you stop. Or, at least, use the curse to make it enjoyable for her too.