The car stopped about an hour later at an old barn isolated from the rest of society. It was well hidden and probably would have taken the average person at least 4 hours to find the place. "Get out of the car." Greg was half asleep even though it was still a tad bit early. He slowly opened the door and was pushed out. "For a kid you sure take a long ass time." He ignored the man and stood up. The man grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him inside the barn. "Ow let go!" He fully woke up and was back to his defiant self. The man made a fist and punched the boy in the back of his head knocking him down to the ground. Greg started crying and letting out soft whimpers.
He picked up Greg and threw him into some room. The room had contained an old drawer and a table with nothing on it. The man opened the drawer and pulled out an extra small French maid dress with an overly fluffy skirt which would be the kind those slutty weaboo girls would wear. The thing was it was probably too tight for even an anorexic girl. He threw the dress at the poor boy. "Strip in front of me then put this on." The man said it so sharply and forceful it scared the boy. "I'm not-"The man raised his hand to him and Greg pulled off his pants faster than lightning striking the ground; he just wanted to get this over with. "Slowly" Greg flinched his voice was so loud and sharp. He took his shoes and socks off and began slowly unzipping his jacket.
Soon he was only in his undershirt and briefs. "Take them off." His voice was calmer like he was a bit more satisfied. Greg removed the shirt revealing his soft pale chest. His hands were on the sides of his underwear ready to pull them off "stop!" Greg immediately stopped what he was doing and looked at the man. The man approached him and placed a hand on his chest caressing it softly. He let a finger trail down the boy's back; I was cold and made Greg shiver. He poked at one of Greg's nipples making it slightly hard. Greg's face got hot. He pinched and pulled at both of them making Greg squeak out of embarrassment. He moaned, it was pure and sounded like a girls. Thick hands grabbed Greg by his hips and lifted him up. The man threw him on a nearby table and tried removing his underwear. Greg wanted him to stop; no one could see that part of him.
He fought back and tried pushing the man's hand away but it was far too strong for his little body. The man ended up ripping off the boy's underwear leaving him completely naked. The boy felt something hard poking his thigh. It was the man's erection. He spread the boy's legs apart and started rubbing it in between his thighs occasionally rubbing it against the boy's penis. Greg had gasped at the man's brutal force but he couldn't stop it so he had leaned back. The man moved his cock further rubbing it faster against the boy's cock giving him a shameful erection. As he moaned the man began to speed up faster. Greg was so very close to coming, some pre-cum even came out of him but the man had stopped. "Can't have you losing your virginity yet can we?" He picked up the boy's clothes off of the floor and slammed the door shut. "Wait what? What am I supposed to wear?" There was no answer, not even a noise only silence.
He got off of the table and started looking through the drawer to see if there was anything besides that stupid maid dress he could wear. Of course there were only things tighter or more revealing. He slipped on the dress but it was hard since it was so tight around his waist, the only thing he couldn't do with the dress was pull the zipper up all the way. It was only half way up so the dress could have fallen at any moment. He wasn't wearing any underwear and this was just plain embarrassing. He began digging through the drawer again in hopes of finding some decent underwear only finding black lingerie.
There was no other choice for him. It was either sexy underwear or no underwear at all. After all that digging through the drawers he noticed it had moved forward a little. Behind it were some decent shoes with some knee socks in them. He didn't want to get any blisters on his feet so he just put the socks on. Then he pulled up his underwear, it was uncomfortable but at least he had some. If he hadn't worn the panties it would have been more comfortable but by far more humiliating. He turned around to find that the door was slightly open. Little did he know the man was standing right behind him. The man pulled up his zipper making Greg yelp out of fear. He grabbed Greg's wrist and pulled him into another room.
The room was dark and you couldn't see anything. He placed tape over his eyes and turned on the lights. "Open your mouth" Greg clamped his mouth shut and turned his head away. There was only one thought going through his mind "oh great old man dick." The man forced his mouth open and shoved something too thin to be an actual penis in his little mouth. He held Greg by the back of his head and started bobbing it back and forth. The poor boy wanted to vomit but his body wouldn't let him. He heard the sound of something beeping like a phone turning on or even a camera. The tape began falling off and Greg could see some of what was happening.
The man was recording this with the phone he had just gotten for his birthday. He bit down on the item in his mouth. It was some sort of vegetable most likely a cucumber. He had an idea; he could just simply bite the vegetable in half and spit it out, and that's just what he did. It pissed the man off but at least he had enough footage to continue the blackmail. The man sill wasn't satisfied; he needed more. He grabbed the boy's neck and threw him on the ground. Greg covered his face trying to avoid being hit.
The over weight man got on top of him almost crushing his small body. With the boy's neck unprotected he went in for the kill. He began licking and sucking on the boy's neck harshly marking him with several hickies. The sadistic man bit him over and over again wanting to leave him with several marks; he wanted the boy to be ashamed of them. He wanted him to hide the scars that may never heal; no one would want to make love to him besides the man. Greg tried fighting back as much as he could till he felt something cold around is wrists. The man had handcuffed his hands behind his back. The man began pulling off the boy's underwear actually getting to feel his smooth white legs.
With the underwear finally off the man began firmly groping the boy. So firmly it was sure to leave a hand mark for tomorrow. "S-stop it" He began thrashing around trying to avoid any more embarrassment. He started kicking around hitting the man in the face. The man raised his fist and began punching the boy repeatedly in the stomach. The man's other hand was free so he used it to position himself with the boy's hole. Tears rolled down Greg's cheeks; he was about to be violated and there was nothing he could do about it. The man forced himself inside the poor boy. His insides were being ripped apart. The man began massaging the boy's penis giving him a shameful erection. Screams and moans escaped his mouth.
The pain was unbearable and to make things worse the man even started recording it. "Tell me you love me" Greg turned his head and mumbled the words "I… Love you." The man raised his fist and bitch slapped the boy across the face "I love you!" His voice crackled, he was starting to break. He felt a warm sensation run down his legs, it was blood. Pre-cum leaked out of him. He was so close to release and he couldn't hold it in any longer. "Mmf!" He let out loud moans and puddles of semen came out of him. "S-stop it! I've had enough of you sick man!" He felt numb; his virginity had just been stolen by a man he didn't even know. The man wouldn't stop thrusting, he didn't care if Greg already came he wanted to feel him more. He finally found his special spot and began hitting and rubbing it making poor little Greg cum over and over again literally fucking him silly. He finally came inside the boy and pulled out. Greg was exhausted and panting. The man pressed his lips against the boy's also stealing his first kiss; he turned off the camera and left the room. Tears were pouring out of his eyes; he was disgusting and felt like a slut. No one would want him now.