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Elliot nervously taps on the garage door, waiting for his dad to open it for him. His mom is out of town and his dad decided to have all of his friends over, and when they’d walked in the house earlier, some of his dad’s friends had given him dark looks, like they knew something about him that he didn’t know. He’s known most of those guys ever since he was a real little kid, not the 12-year-old he is now. Some of them even knew him when he still thought he was a girl.

The door opens and Elliot hefts the tray of food up and carries it in, carefully walking it over to one of the work tables, where there’s a wide array of drinks and snack food. He hates how he has to basically cater these parties when his mom is out of town but sometimes some of the other dads sneak him some beer or, one time, one of them gave him a couple shots of whiskey and then he sat in their lap, so it’s usually worth it.

All of the various dads are quiet as he sets the tray down, and Elliot freezes as the sound of the garage door lock echoes around the room. He swallows thickly and looks up at his dad, who is staring at him as he drops his hand from the door handle.

“Dad?” Elliot asks quietly. He takes a step back from the table and glances around—his dad has five friends over, and their big dog, some Great Dane mutt named Rover, is laying on the couch, tail wagging when Elliot glances at him—and swallows thickly when all of the dads are staring at him with the same dark look on their faces. “Wh-what’s going on?”

His dad walks up to him and sets one big hand on his shoulder. His dad has always been a big guy, thick-set and muscular, and most of his friends are built the same way, all towering over Elliot, who has always been small, ever since he was a baby. “We need to have a talk.”

Great. Elliot’s heart rate picks up a dozenfold. His daddy’s hand tightens on his shoulder and Elliot’s automatic reaction is to try and pull away, but his dad doesn’t let him, and then Elliot stiffens as the other dads all come closer, crowding around him. Uh-oh. Elliot gulps in fear.

“I know you think you’re a boy now,” his dad continues, and Elliot stares up at him with wide eyes. What the hell is this? Both of his parents have been supportive of his transition, his dad was maybe a little confused at the beginning, but there’s never been any sign of…whatever this is. “But, hon, you’re a girl. Your name isn’t Elliot, it’s Madison. Maddy. I named you when you were born, and you don’t get to just change that.”

Doesn’t he? Isn’t he a person? This is his body, his life, it doesn’t matter what his dad wants—

“You’re a girl,” his dad tells him. “And we’re going to show you what girls are good for.”

“What?” Elliot says, trying to take a step back, but there’s suddenly a wall of hot flesh behind him, and when he tries to flinch away from it, he’s grabbed by big hands and held in place. “Dad, what are you—”

“You’re a girl,” his daddy says, yanking him closer and up against his front, where there’s a hot line of flesh in his pants, and Elliot shakes in fear when he realizes it’s his dad’s cock. “And this is what girls are good for.”

“I had to do this to Ivy,” one of the dad’s speaks up from behind him, “when she thought about trying out for the softball team at school. Girls don’t play sports.”

What? That’s why Ivy quit the team? Because her dad—her dad—he—he hurt her? She’s been a little depressed ever since she quit the team…oh god.

“Girls are good for two things,” another dad says, and it’s accompanied by a hand sneaking under Elliot’s shirt and yanking at his binder, “cooking and fucking. Bitch just needs a cock to remind her of her place.”

Elliot scrambles to get away, to bolt out of the big mass of men surrounding him, but there are too many hands and too many men, and they all just laugh at him when he tries to get away. He sobs and wants to curl in on himself, wants to roll into a ball and hide away, but he can barely even move, sucking in a big breath when his shirt is yanked off. He tries to hide away, folding his arms over his chest, but then big hands grab his arms and pull them back.

“Fuck, Dan,” one of the dads mutters, “you let her wear this shit?”

“Her mom bought it,” Elliot’s dad scoffs, and he smiles meanly at Elliot as he reaches forward and grabs the binder, undoing the side before pulling it off over Elliot’s head. He tries to hide his tits but his dad hits him across the face, making him gasp in pain and fear. “For some reason the bitch wants to play into Maddy’s fantasties, let her think she really is a boy.”

The other dads all voice their disapproval, shaking their heads, and Elliot’s dad reaches forward to cup Elliot’s small tits. He hates them, hates how his body is working against him, growing in ways he doesn’t understand, but his dad’s hands are warm and—no.

No!

He wants to scream. It builds in his throat, bubbling across his tongue, and when he can’t get away from his dad’s big hands on his little tits, his nipples perking up and pressing into his dad’s palms, he opens his mouth and sucks in a breath, letting it out in a piercing shriek.

His daddy just laughs. “Yeah?” he chuckles, grinding his cock up against Elliot’s tummy. “Scream louder. You know no one can hear you.”

Elliot helped him put up the soundproofing panels on the walls a few years back, so when daddy was working in the garage, it wouldn’t make any noise in the house. They’d tested it by playing music as loud as they could and when it was barely audible from the outside, he’d gone inside and screamed as loud as he could, and daddy had been barely able to hear it. Their house is set back from the road and away from the neighbors; he knows that no one will hear him.

“And even if they did,” his dad continues, “they wouldn’t come help you. They’d help us.”

He screams anyway.

The men just laugh.

Elliot sobs, tears streaking down his cheeks, and he flinches back as his daddy takes another step closer, their bodies pressed up against each other, his tits cupped in his dad’s big hands. More hands wrap around him, holding him in place, opening his pants and reaching down to snap his underwear waistband back against his skin, making him jump.

He tips his head back and looks up at his daddy. “Stop,” Elliot begs, voice hitching, and his daddy just smiles at him. His hands are so hot and warm on Elliot’s little tits, his nipples pressed into his big palms, and then a hand releases one of his arms and snakes down around him, cupping his little tummy before diving into the front of his pants. Elliot gasps and tries to twist away, but there are too many of them and they’re all too big and too strong and—

“What’s this?” a voice from behind him hisses in his ear right as the thick fingers inside his pants touch his clit, sending a wave of sensation up his spine and curling around in his belly. “No little cock in here,” he laughs, and Elliot cringes away even as his body begins to warm up. “Just a little cunt.”

Cunt makes Elliot flinch back and his dad laughs at him, his hands tightening and his fingers coming together to pinch Elliot’s nipples and then twist them, making him gasp in pain. He tries to writhe free again, unable to succumb to what they want, but the men around him are too big, too strong, and there’s too many of them.

They drag his clothes off him, ignoring his pleas and protestations, yanking his pants off and tearing his boxers to pieces, until he’s standing in the middle of the garage, naked and shivering, trying to cover his chest and groin. He doesn’t want to look at the men, the dads all around him, some of whom he’s known ever since he was a kid, a real little kid, but there’s nowhere else to look.

They’re all hard, thick cocks jutting out from their jeans, and they all have mean, hungry looks in their eyes.

Elliot gulps.

“I’ll be a girl,” he finally rasps out, his tongue a dead fish in his mouth, his bones feeling like sandpaper as he turns to look at his daddy. “Just—please—don’t.”

“We’ll show you how to be a girl,” his daddy tells him, and then he unbuttons his shirt and steps forward. “Show you how to be a really good girl, Maddy.”

He hates that name. Even hearing other people say it in reference to someone that isn’t him makes his skin crawl, makes him feel like vomiting. There was a girl also named Madison that he was friends with when he was younger, but once he came out and started transitioning, he couldn’t stomach hearing her name and stopped talking to her. He hates it.

“No,” Elliot says, flinching away when his daddy grabs his arm. His dad’s cock, hard and hot inside his jeans, brushes against his hip, and Elliot tries to jerk away. “St-stop.”

“No trannies in my house,” his daddy hisses, fingers digging into Elliot’s arm hard enough to bruise. “You’re a girl and you’re going to damn well act like it.”

Two other men come up and hold Elliot in place. He’s always been small, even for his age, and there’s no way he’s getting free no matter how much he thrashes and claws and—

The sound of his dad’s zipper going down is loud enough to make Elliot’s head hurt. His heart rabbits in his chest. Tears streak down his cheeks.

This can’t be happening. It can’t. Not to him, not like this, no! It can’t! He won’t let it!

There’s the sound of sobbing and wordless pleas echoing around the room as his daddy moves around him and looks down at him. Elliot sobs as he looks up at his daddy’s face, trying to ignore the thick cock pressed up against his belly. He can feel how hot it is, how thick, the beads of precum smoothing over his belly as he sucks in rapid breaths, and he nearly chokes on his fear.

“You’re going to be a good girl, Madison,” his daddy says, and doesn’t give him a chance to prepare himself as thick fingers touch his little underage pussy. There’s tight butterflies swooping in his tummy and he feels like he’s going to throw up.

Oh god.

He’s—

His daddy is—

There’s a finger inside him.

His pussy clamps down on it like a vice and Elliot sobs out a moan, his daddy’s thumb grazing over his hard little clit. He’s wet, horrifyingly enough, although his pussy is tight, tighter than it feels like it’s ever been, tighter than the few times he’s tried to ease the empty ache inside of him before getting too nervous and never touching himself again, because he’s a boy and boys don’t have cunts, they have cocks, and he’s a boy—

His daddy smiles at him. He’s always been big and thick and strong, and Elliot used to take solace in that, used to think his daddy would always be able to keep him safe, but now he’s going to—

“That’s a good little cunt,” his daddy croons, much to the delight of the men watching them, their laughter banging around inside Elliot’s head like a terrible song on repeat. “Come on, open up for your daddy. That’s a good girl.”

His thumb swipes over Elliot’s clit again, making him gasp and then shiver as pleasure swirls around inside of him, and then the thick finger inside of his pussy begins to move.

“N-no,” Elliot says when he feels the tip of another finger graze over his pussy lips. “Daddy, no…”

“Daddy yes,” his daddy corrects, and when he pulls the finger out, it’s joined by another when it thrusts back in again.

His cock is harder than ever against Elliot’s stomach. His daddy grunts something and then Elliot is grabbed and yanked into the air, dangling off the ground, and he thrashes for a long moment before hanging limply, cunt working around his daddy’s thick fingers.

“Feel better, Maddy?” his daddy asks, stepping up to press their bodies together. His cock feels like a hot brand against Elliot’s skin, but every time he tries to jerk away, his daddy rubs his clit and makes him go limp and shivery with pleasure. “I knew you’d be good for this, sweetheart. So good for daddy.”

“No,” Elliot moans, twisting around as a hand comes up and cups one of his little titties. “Daddy, stop—”

A third finger and it feels like his pussy writhes, inner muscles working and milking, betraying him, betraying the disgust he feels, the helplessness that this is going to happen to him one way or the other. He can feel slick building up and pooling out of him, his cunt softening and warming, slick sliding down his thighs and down his daddy’s fingers as they move inside of him.

But then the hand is gone and Elliot is bereft for a moment before he manages to get ahold of himself and tries to get free, but it’s useless. He knows it’s useless.

A warm mouth moves over the back of his neck, a wet tongue licking over his thin skin, making him shiver, body breaking out with gooseflesh. He blinks a few times, trying to figure out what’s going on, trying to catch his daddy’s eyes and beg him not to do this, but then—

Something thick at the entrance to his pussy. Something hot, something broad, something that hurts already.

Strong hands grab his hips and then his body is jostled and the mouth on the back of his neck leaves, the spit back there going cold. The hand on his tit tightens and then pinches his nipple, making his eyes flare open, and he didn’t even realize he closed them—

Elliot looks at his daddy as his daddy slides his cock into his tight, underage cunt. His cunt that has barely been breached before, barely been touched, only by his own small fingers.

He screams.

It hurts. The stretch is agonizing and painful and his entire body goes rigid as his daddy thrusts forward, driving his cock up and in, deep inside of him, shoving and forcing and demanding space for itself. Elliot screams again, adrenaline shooting through his body, thrashing like a wet cat, screaming for his daddy to stop, but the cock doesn’t leave. It stays.

“Good girl,” his daddy says, although he sounds like he’s laughing. “Take it, bitch. That’s right. Take it all.”

There’s more. Somehow there’s more. Elliot sobs as it slides deeper inside of him, forcing past the tightness in his muscles, shoving through any resistance, the bare stretch from his daddy’s fingers not barely enough. It feels like someone shoved a hot poker inside of him.

He vomits from the pain, thick and hot spittle coursing up his throat and bubbling out of his mouth, coating his chin and dripping down his chest, and the feeling of puking makes him begin to cry anew, shame flooding his body as the men around him just laugh.

It hurts. He whimpers in pain as his daddy begins to pull out of him, every inch agonizing, and once he’s fully out, the thick head just pressed against his pussy lips, it feels like someone rammed a baseball bat inside of him, like his daddy carved out empty space in there with his cock and now nothing will ever be able to fill it back up.

“Look at me,” his daddy rumbles, and Elliot blinks away tears and then complies, nervously looking down from staring at the ceiling and looking at his daddy. “Tell me you want it, Maddy. Tell me you’re a good girl. That you’re my good girl.”

Fresh tears leak down his cheeks. The head of his daddy’s cock presses forward just an inch, just the thick head inside of his aching pussy, and Elliot groans. He licks his lips, gagging at the taste of vomit coating his tongue, and then rasps, “Daddy, please.”

“Daddy please what?”

“Pl-pl…” Elliot trails off, chokes on a sob. He winces as thick fingers twist his nipples and then the mouth is back, licking and nibbling over the back of his neck. He tries to twist away from it, tries to pull back from his dad’s cock, but there’s nowhere to go; he’s held in too tight, locked in by strong hands and big bodies. “Please, daddy, fuck me. Fu-fuck your li-little girl.”

His daddy smiles meanly at him and then drives his hips forward, shoving his cock all the way into Elliot’s cunt, and Elliot screams.

He doesn’t know how many cocks there have been, how many times each of them have fucked him. It feels like a hundred. Just as many have been shoved down his throat, and he groans as his stomach rebels and he vomits up watery cum, spitting it out onto the floor beneath him. His knees are all scraped up, as well as his hands, as the men around him have dragged him around the garage on their cocks.

After every cock, they ask him a question: what’s his name?

He chokes out, “Maddy.”

It’s not his name. It’s not. He’s a boy, he knows that, knows it with how his gut twists with disgust when he says that fucking name, but he can’t help it.

Then they ask, “Who’s a good girl?”

And he says, “Me.”

It feels endless, his entire body raw and ragged with sensation. Every new cock feels like the first, his cunt aching with strain and stretch, pushed far past his limits. They’ve mentioned blood on their cocks but Elliot is too far gone to care; his pussy hurts and his throat aches and he just wants it to be over.

They’ve made him cum on their cocks, fingers and tongues on his clit as they drive into him from both ends, spearing his small body on their cocks, making him choke and writhe as he cums, squirting and gasping as pleasure suffuses his body. It feels like his pussy is beyond broken.

“Just one more,” a deep voice croons and Elliot groans, pushing himself off the floor and nearly slipping in a puddle of vomit and cum. He can’t stop shaking. He can feel his pussy gaping, air rushing inside as slick and cum pool out of him, leaking down his shaking thighs. “You’re going to want to stay still for this one, cunt.”

He couldn’t move even if he wanted.

There’s the sound of claws on the garage floor and Elliot manages to lift his head to see his daddy leading the family dog off the couch and then over to him.

“No,” he groans, but he can’t seem to move to get away. All he can do is tremble and shake in fear. His cunt clenches when he gets a glimpse of something red and slimy poking out from Rover’s belly. He wants to run, wishes he could, but his body won’t move, won’t listen to him. “Daddy, no…”

“Daddy yes,” his daddy corrects again, patting Rover’s big blocky head. The dog is huge, bigger than Elliot, up to his daddy’s waist, and Elliot sobs when the dog stops behind him, lowering his big head to sniff in between Elliot’s legs. “What are you good for, Maddy?”

Elliot doesn’t bother to try to stifle his sob or look around the gathered men for help. “Cock,” he whimpers.

“Why?”

“Be-because I-I-I’m a g-girl,” he cries out, and then tries to jerk away when a cool nose presses up against his cunt, and then a long rough tongue swipes inside of him. “Oh,” he moans, squeezing his eyes shut, and the gathered men all laugh at him. “No, god no…”

Rover only licks him a few times and then mounts him, long front legs wrapping around Elliot’s small body, claws digging into his sensitive skin, and then the pointed head of his long, slimy cock pokes around a few times, grazing over his ass and then hooking onto his cunt.

He cries out when it jams into him, Rover immediately rabbiting his cock inside of him, and even after all of the cocks his pussy has taken, Rover is big and long and all Elliot can do is stay there and take it.

Rover is a huge dog and his cock is correspondingly huge. It’s bigger than any of the others, shaped differently, longer and pointier, and hotter as well, and the dog has no consideration for Elliot’s cunt, thrusting into him as deep as he can go. He pants as he thrusts, drool dripping down to land on Elliot’s back, and it feels like an endless machine is inside of him, all around him, heavy and hot.

Some of the dads’ cocks had brushed against something inside of him that made pleasure rush hot and sparkly through his system, but most of the times they made him cum had been on his clit. But something about the way Rover is thrusting into him, cock spearing him open, hitting some strange place deep inside makes Elliot’s entire body hot, pleasure quaking up and down his spine and pooling thickly in his stomach.

He groans, inner muscles clenching, and tries to push back into the dog’s thrusts, but there’s nowhere for him to go. Elliot dazedly looks around the gathered men all standing in a semicircle around him and Rover and sobs anew when he sees his daddy taking pictures of their dog fucking him.

Something thicker begins to press up against his cunt, something at the base of Rover’s cock, and Elliot grimaces as it begins to burn even more as the knot is shoved in and out of his cock. It’s big, it’s too big, it’s going to tear him open—

It feels like a basketball has been stuffed inside of him. His pussy is never going to recover from this, he’s sure of it. Elliot sobs as it gets even bigger, Rover barely able to work it in or out of him, stretching his cunt lips until it feels like they’re going to split open.

Elliot cries out when Rover cums, stretching his belly out with boiling hot cum.

His daddy comes closer, making sure to video where Rover’s cock is locked inside of Elliot’s cunt, where his belly is distended with cock and cum, and then he crouches in front of Elliot’s face. “What are you?”

“Dad-daddy’s good g-girl,” Elliot sobs, and then Rover shoves his cock an inch deeper and the knot presses up against that strange place inside of him and he cries out as he cums on his dog’s cock.