"Look up at me Charlie!" He demands, "I want to see those pretty eyes looking up at me when you are sucking my cock."
From where I kneel on the floor I look up and meet his lustful eyes through my blonde bangs. My lips continue their gentle rhythm around his shaft as I attempt to please him and his unsatiable libido. Bright eyes once filled with hope have clouded over with sadness and regret as I look up at his cruel face. I find myself trying to look elsewhere to send my mind away from this moment of abuse.
"I want to see those pathetic eyes, remember our deal!" Johnathan demands, smacking me hard, "I'll tell everyone your little secret!"
Johnathan had figured out I am on hormones through his incessant investigating and snooping through my belongings. Knowing I am a trans-woman he threatened me, telling me that if I did not agree to pleasure him at his discretion, he would out me to the entire school. I could never allow this to happen; what would my friends think? I might lose my college funds if my family found out.
Johnathan suddenly shoves my head violently down on his cock, jarring me back to the present moment. I groan with shame and misery, my knees burning from when he dragged me across the carpeted floor. Johnathan continues to force himself deeper into until I gag and cough, his cock rubbing against the back of my throat.
"Keep sucking!" Johnathan commands, "You don't get to quit now! You are my tranny slut and I'm going to fuck that pretty mouth of yours any way I please!"
Having my mouth forced to pleasure him, my clouded mind somehow makes coherent thoughts. I hate this! Why do I continue to put up with this abuse, this constant degradation enforced by the threat of blackmail? Perhaps if I was a bit more forceful with my refusals he would leave me be; but he might do worse and become more angry and violent. Coming to a muddled decision, I