Five Cocks at Midnight

Blackmailed by her ex, 18yo trans girl gets brutally gangraped in a public park at midnight.

Tags: trans, rape, gangbang, non-consensual, blackmail, humiliation, hardcore anal, double penetration, bukkake, interracial

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My phone buzzed on the nightstand, the screen lighting up with a name I had hoped never to see again. Theo. My stomach twisted into a knot as I stared at it, the ringtone cutting through the quiet of my small apartment like a knife. It was almost eleven-thirty, way too late for anything good. I let it go to voicemail the first time, but he called right back, and this time I answered, my voice barely above a whisper.

“What do you want?” I asked, trying to sound steady even though my heart hammered against my ribs.

His laugh was low and ugly, the same one that used to make my skin crawl back when we were together. “You know exactly what I want, baby. Those little videos we made? The ones where you’re all dressed up pretty and taking it like a good girl? They’re about to go live on every site I can find unless you meet me at the park by the hospital. Midnight. Come alone, wear something cute, and maybe I’ll think about deleting them.”

I closed my eyes, the memory of those videos flashing behind my lids—me on my knees, mouth full, eyes glassy, the camera catching every humiliating angle. “Theo, please. We’re done. I’ll do anything else, just—”

“Park. Midnight. Or the whole world sees what a little slut you really are.” He hung up.

I sat there for a long minute, shaking. The park was public, right near the hospital, but at midnight it would be empty, shadows thick under the trees. If I didn’t go, those videos would ruin me. If I did… I didn’t want to think about what he might try. But I had no choice. I stood up, legs unsteady, and walked to my closet.

I wanted to look harmless, maybe even a little innocent, like I was just some girl showing up to talk. Subtle makeup first—soft brown shadow to make my large doe eyes even bigger and more pleading, a touch of blush on my smooth cheeks, and a glossy pink on my full, bee-stung lips. My dark hair fell straight to my waist, thick and shiny, framing my heart-shaped face. I chose the pink blouse that clung gently to my pert little breasts, the fabric thin enough to hint at the soft curves hormones had given me. The white mini skirt sat high on my hips, short enough that it barely skimmed the tops of my thick, shapely thighs and left the lower swell of my chunky, rounded ass peeking out if I moved wrong. White thong panties slid up next, the thin strip nestling between my smooth cheeks, and finally the glossy white high-heel pumps that made my calves tighten and my curvy hips sway with every step. I looked in the mirror and hated how pretty I still was, how the outfit turned my light brown skin into something soft and inviting, my body all feminine softness except for the secret tucked between my legs.

The walk to the park took forever. My heels clicked on the sidewalk, the night air cool against my bare thighs. Streetlights threw long shadows, and every rustle in the bushes made me jump. By the time I reached the entrance, my palms were sweaty and my throat tight. The park was deserted, just like I feared—picnic tables scattered across the grass, a few lamps buzzing faintly in the distance. Theo was already there, leaning against one of the tables near the edge of the trees, hands in his pockets, that smug grin on his face.

I stopped a few feet away, arms crossed over my chest. “I’m here. Delete the videos. Right now.”

He looked me up and down slowly, eyes lingering on the way my blouse hugged my small breasts, the short skirt riding up my thighs. “Damn, you still clean up nice. Always did look better in girl clothes than anything else.” He pushed off the table and stepped closer. “But I didn’t call you here to hand over old memories, sweetheart. I called you to make some new ones.”

My blood ran cold. “What the hell are you talking about? Delete those videos or I’m leaving.”

“You’re not going anywhere.” His voice dropped, meaner now. “Those videos are insurance. And tonight we’re filming the sequel—right here, right now. You, me, and some old friends.”

I backed up a step, heels sinking into the grass. “Theo, no. This isn’t funny. I’m not—”

He whistled, sharp and loud. Four figures melted out of the shadows between the trees, circling around behind me before I could even turn. I recognized them instantly from the old photos Theo used to show me—his high school crew. Chad, the stocky one with the buzz cut. Tanner, taller and leaner. Jayden and Isaiah, both broad-shouldered and dark-skinned. They closed in, blocking every path, their faces already lit up with ugly anticipation.

“Guys, come on,” I pleaded, voice cracking as I spun in a circle. “This has nothing to do with you. Just let me go.”

Chad laughed first, low and rough. “Theo told us all about you. Said you were the prettiest little thing he ever had, even with that tiny surprise between your legs. We watched the tapes. Figured it was time we got a live show.”

My cheeks burned. They knew. Of course they knew—Theo had shown them everything. I tried to push past Jayden, but his hand shot out and grabbed my upper arm, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. “Please,” I whispered, “I’ll do whatever you want, just don’t—”

Isaiah stepped in close from the other side, his breath hot against my ear. “Too late for begging, pretty thing. We’re all here now.”

Theo nodded once. “Strip her. Table’s waiting.”

Hands were on me instantly—rough, eager, yanking at my clothes. I twisted and kicked, my heels scraping the grass, but there were too many of them. Chad ripped my pink blouse open, buttons popping, exposing my smooth chest and the soft, rounded swells of my breasts. Tanner shoved my skirt down my hips, the fabric pooling at my ankles, and Jayden hooked his fingers into the waistband of my white thong, peeling it down slowly so the thin strip dragged between my cheeks. My heels stayed on—glossy white pumps still strapped to my feet—leaving me completely naked except for them, my light brown skin glowing under the distant lamplight, every curve on display: the gentle flare of my hips, the thick jiggle of my ass, the smooth hairless expanse of my thighs, and the small, soft three-and-a-half-inch cock nestled in its dark little bush, my tight sac hanging just below.

“Look at that,” Theo said, voice dripping with mockery as he pointed. “Still got that cute little baby dick. Barely bigger than my thumb. No wonder you’re such a desperate bottom.”

Chad snorted, reaching down to flick the head of my cock with two fingers, making it twitch uselessly. “Pathetic. Girl body with a worthless little clit. Bet it doesn’t even get hard anymore.”

I sobbed, trying to cover myself, but Isaiah grabbed my wrists and pinned them behind my back. “Shut up and bend over the table. We’re gonna use that fat ass until you can’t walk.”

They dragged me the few steps to the nearest picnic table, its wooden surface cool and rough against my stomach as they forced me down. My glossy heels scraped for purchase on the grass, legs spread wide by their hands, my chunky ass pushed high and out, cheeks parting naturally to show the darker cleft between them. The camcorder appeared in Theo’s hands—red light blinking on—then passed to Chad as he circled for the best angle.

“Smile for the camera, slut,” Chad said, zooming in on my face as tears streaked my makeup.

I screamed when Theo’s hands spread my cheeks wider, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. “No—stop! Please, Theo, don’t do this!” But he just laughed and spat directly onto my tight hole, rubbing the slickness in with his thumb, pushing the digit inside to the knuckle. I clenched around it involuntarily, the intrusion burning, and he twisted it cruelly, stretching me open while the others watched.

“Still so fucking tight,” he muttered. “Even after all the times I broke you in.”

He pulled his thumb free and I heard the sound of his zipper. His cock sprang out—seven inches, thick and veined—and he slapped it heavily against my ass, the weight making my cheeks bounce. I bucked wildly, heels digging into the dirt, but strong hands held my hips down. Theo lined up and shoved in with one brutal thrust, burying half his length in a single stroke. The pain exploded through me, sharp and deep, my walls forced open around his girth. I screamed louder, body jerking forward on the table, my small breasts squishing against the wood.

“Fuck, that’s good,” he groaned, pulling back and slamming in again, deeper this time, until his hips smacked against my jiggling ass. Each thrust rocked my whole body, my tiny cock and balls swinging uselessly beneath me, untouched. He gripped my waist hard enough to leave marks, fingers kneading the soft give of my hips as he fucked me in long, punishing strokes. The camcorder captured every wet slap, every whimper I couldn’t hold back.

“Listen to her squeal,” Tanner called out, stepping closer to grope one of my breasts, pinching the nipple until I cried out. “Sounds even better in person.”

Theo didn’t last long in the tight heat. He sped up, grunting, then buried himself to the hilt and came, flooding my insides with hot spurts. I felt every pulse, the slickness leaking out around his cock as he pulled free. My hole gaped for a second, cum already dripping down my thighs.

“My turn,” Chad said eagerly, handing the camcorder to Jayden. His six-inch cock was already out, shorter but thick, the head shiny. He didn’t bother with more spit—just pressed in, using Theo’s load as lube. The stretch was different, blunter, and I screamed again as he sank deep, his hips slapping my ass immediately. Chad fucked me harder, faster, one hand cracking down in a sharp spank that made my cheek ripple. “Take it, you little freak. That tiny dick of yours is leaking already—look at it dribbling on the table.”

I shook my head, sobbing, “It hurts—please pull out—” but he only laughed and reached under to squeeze my small sac, rolling my balls roughly while he pounded away. My body betrayed me in tiny ways—the involuntary clench around him, the way my heels lifted off the ground with each thrust—but the pain and humiliation burned hotter. He lasted longer, grunting filth the whole time—“Such a soft, bouncy ass… gonna paint it white”—before he slammed in and unloaded, adding his load to Theo’s.

Jayden gave the camcorder back and stepped up for this round. His eight-inch cock was intimidating—longer, darker, the shaft curving slightly upward. He ran the head up and down my cum-slick cleft, teasing my swollen hole. “Beg for it, pretty girl. Tell the camera how bad you need black cock in that slutty hole.”

I was crying too hard to form words at first, just gasping, “No… I can’t… stop…” But he grabbed my long dark hair and yanked my head back, forcing my face toward the lens. When I still refused, he shoved in without warning, the full length spearing me in one go. My scream tore out raw and broken, the deeper penetration hitting places that made my vision blur. Jayden fucked me with slow, deliberate strokes at first, letting me feel every inch dragging out and slamming back in, his heavy balls smacking my small ones. His hands roamed greedily—kneading my thick ass cheeks, spreading them wider for the camera, then sliding up to pinch and twist my nipples until I arched and whimpered.

“Goddamn, she’s clenching like she loves it,” he told the others, spanking me again, harder, the sound echoing in the empty park. My body rocked forward with every thrust, glossy heels scraping uselessly, my pert breasts getting mashed against the table. He built up speed, turning the strokes savage, until he finally buried himself deep and came with a low groan, pumping thick ropes inside me that mixed with the others.

By the time Jayden pulled out, I was a wreck—sobbing openly, cum running in sticky trails down my inner thighs, my hole puffy and leaking. My small cock hung soft and glistening, untouched except for the occasional cruel flick from one of them. They weren’t done. Not even close. But my body already felt broken, trembling in the high heels, the night air cold on my sweat-slick skin as the camcorder kept rolling.

Theo wiped his cock on my ass cheek and smirked down at me. “That was just the warm-up, baby. Flip her over. We’re only getting started.”

The others grabbed my arms and legs, manhandling my limp, cum-drenched body onto my back atop the picnic table. My glossy white high-heel pumps dangled off the edge, heels scraping the wood as they forced my knees up and apart, spreading my smooth thighs wide so my leaking hole faced the night sky. Cum from the first three already oozed out in thick, warm rivulets, trickling down the darker cleft of my chunky ass and pooling beneath me on the rough planks. My small, soft cock lay limp against my lower belly, barely three and a half inches even now, nestled in its dark little bush, the tight sac drawn up close from the cold and the fear. I tried to close my legs, heels kicking weakly, but Isaiah’s broad hands pinned my ankles to the table edges.

“Fuck, look at her,” Isaiah growled, his dark eyes raking over my light brown skin, the gentle swell of my small breasts rising and falling with every shaky breath, the curvy flare of my hips that made my waist look so narrow. “All that soft, jiggly flesh and just a pathetic little nub down there. Theo wasn’t kidding—she’s built like a fuckdoll with a baby dick for laughs.”

Theo laughed, now holding the camcorder, red light steady. “Told you boys. She thinks she’s all girl until you get her naked. That tiny thing doesn’t even twitch right anymore.”

I sobbed, twisting my head away from the lens. “Please… I’m begging you. It hurts so much already. Just take the videos and let me go. I’ll never tell anyone, I swear—”

Chad slapped my inner thigh hard enough to leave a red print on the smooth skin. “Shut your pretty mouth. We’re not done using that sloppy hole.”

Isaiah stepped between my spread legs, his eight-and-a-half-inch cock thick and heavy, the dark shaft already slick from stroking himself while he watched the others. He hooked my glossy heels over his shoulders, bending me nearly in half so my chunky ass lifted off the table and my leaking entrance pointed straight up at him. The angle made my small breasts flatten slightly against my chest, my long dark hair spilling over the edge like a curtain. He rubbed the wide head against my puffy rim, mixing the existing cum with fresh spit, then drove in with a single powerful thrust that punched the air from my lungs.

I screamed, back arching off the wood, the sudden depth stretching me wider than before. Every ridge and vein dragged along my inner walls, the fullness so intense it felt like he was splitting me open anew. Isaiah groaned low, hips rolling in deep, grinding circles that made my thick ass cheeks ripple against his pelvis. “Goddamn, she’s still gripping like a virgin. That little clit of hers is just hanging there, useless.” He reached down and flicked the head of my soft cock with his thumb, making it flop pathetically. The others crowded closer, hands roaming—Chad kneading the soft underside of one breast, pinching the nipple until it pebbled, Tanner slapping the other cheek of my ass in sharp, stinging bursts.

Isaiah fucked me like that for long minutes, each stroke pulling almost all the way out so the camcorder could catch the creamy mess leaking around his girth, then slamming back in until his heavy balls smacked against my rippling ass. My body rocked with every impact, heels bouncing on his shoulders, my pleas turning into broken gasps. “It’s too deep—ahh, stop, please, I can’t—” But he only sped up, sweat glistening on his dark skin, until he buried himself to the root and unloaded, hot pulses flooding me so full that fresh cum squirted out around him with every twitch.

He pulled free with a wet pop, and Tanner took his place before I could even catch my breath. Tanner’s seven inches were straight and veined, already throbbing. He grabbed my ankles and pushed them back toward my head, folding me tighter, my glossy pumps nearly touching the table beside my ears. The position opened me completely, my curvy hips tilted up, the soft jiggle of my ass fully exposed. He slid in easily through the mess, the slick glide making obscene sounds that echoed under the trees. “Feel that, slut? All that cum from your ex and his boys making it nice and easy for me.” His thrusts were shorter, sharper, pounding straight down into me while his hands gripped my shapely thighs, fingers digging deep enough to bruise the plush flesh.

I cried out with each plunge, the angle hitting a spot that made unwanted sparks shoot through me even as the pain burned. My small cock bounced uselessly against my belly with every slap of his hips, a thin string of clear fluid leaking from the tip. “You’re hurting me—please, Tanner, I’m too sore—” He just smirked and spat on my face, the saliva mixing with my tears. “Sore? We’re just getting you broken in proper. That tiny dicklet proves you were made for this.”

Tanner didn’t last as long as Isaiah; the sloppy heat and my involuntary clenches pushed him over fast. He slammed in one final time, grunting as he added his load, the pressure so intense I felt my belly swell slightly from the sheer volume inside me. When he stepped back, Theo moved in for another turn on my ass. My body was trembling now, legs shaking in the high heels, cum bubbling out of my stretched hole in steady drips. Theo grabbed my waist and pulled me to the very edge of the table, my ass hanging half off, legs dangling. He hooked one glossy pump over his arm, spreading me sideways, and pushed back into the overflowing mess.

“Still my favorite hole,” he muttered, eyes locked on my large doe eyes as he started thrusting again. The angle let him grind deep, his seven inches churning the combined loads into a frothy cream that coated his shaft and my darker inner cleft. His free hand reached down to grope my small breasts, squeezing the soft mounds roughly, then slid lower to pinch my tiny cock between two fingers like he was inspecting something worthless. “Look at this sad little thing. Barely a clit. No wonder you begged for my cock every night back then.”

I was beyond begging coherently now, just sobbing and whimpering, my voice hoarse. “Theo… why are you doing this… I hate you…” But he only laughed and fucked harder, hips snapping, until he finally tensed and pumped another load deep inside. By the time he pulled out, I was truly broken—limp, leaking from every thrust, my once-tight entrance gaping slightly, cum running in thick streams down to the grass below. My light brown skin was flushed and marked with handprints, my long straight hair matted with sweat, my full lips parted around shaky breaths.

They didn’t give me time to recover. Strong arms lifted me off the table and dropped me onto all fours on the cool grass a few feet away. My glossy white pumps sank into the dirt, knees spread wide, back arched so my chunky ass pointed high and my small breasts hung beneath me, swaying with every ragged inhale. The camcorder passed to Jayden again, circling for close-ups. “On your hands and knees like the bitch you are,” Chad ordered, already lining up behind me. “Time to fill both ends.”

They rotated like wolves, each taking a turn at my ass while another claimed my mouth. Chad went first in my ass again, his six inches sliding back into the cum-soaked mess with a wet squelch. At the same time Theo grabbed my long dark hair and pulled my head up, forcing his still-hard cock past my bee-stung lips. I gagged instantly as he pushed deep, the salty taste of mixed cum and my own slickness flooding my tongue. He didn’t let me adjust—just held my head steady and fucked my throat in short, brutal strokes while Chad pounded my ass from behind, their rhythms syncing so every forward thrust into my mouth drove me back onto the cock in my rear.

I choked and drooled around Theo, tears streaming, my small cock swinging untouched beneath me. “Mmmph—too much—” I tried to say, but it came out muffled. They just laughed. “That’s it, choke on it, pretty thing. Your throat’s even tighter than your ass,” Theo taunted. Chad spanked my jiggling cheeks in rhythm, the impacts making my whole body jolt. They switched after a few minutes—Jayden taking my mouth next, his eight inches forcing my jaw wide as he fed me every inch until my nose pressed against his dark pubic hair. Isaiah claimed my ass, his longer shaft reaching new depths that made my eyes roll back. Then Tanner in my mouth, Chad back in my hole. Each man used me like that at least twice, passing my body between them, hands always groping—kneading my soft hips, slapping my thighs, pinching my nipples until they ached. My throat burned, my ass felt raw and endlessly full, cum leaking out around whichever cock was buried inside at the moment.

By the time they’d all had their fill of the rotation, my arms were shaking, barely holding me up, my face a mess of spit and tears and precum. “Enough of that,” Jayden said, voice thick. He lay back on the nearby wooden bench, his long cock standing straight up, shiny and ready. Two of them dragged me over, forcing me to straddle him so my knees planted on either side of his hips, my glossy pumps braced on the grass beside the bench. My thick ass hovered over his lap; they guided me down until his eight inches sank back into my ruined hole in one slow, gravity-aided slide. I gasped at the fresh stretch, my curvy hips settling as I sat fully impaled, the angle letting him press right against that sensitive spot inside.

“Ride it, slut,” Jayden ordered, hands gripping my waist. I had no choice—strong palms on my shoulders pushed me up and down, making my chunky ass bounce and clap against his thighs. My small breasts jiggled with the motion, my tiny cock flopping uselessly against his lower belly. The fullness was overwhelming, every rise and drop dragging along my slick walls. Chad moved in behind me then, kneeling on the bench edge, his six inches pressing insistently against my already-stuffed entrance. I panicked, trying to twist away. “No—no, not both, it won’t fit, please—”

But Chad just spat on his shaft and pushed, the head forcing its way in alongside Jayden’s. The double stretch burned like fire, my rim stretching thin around two cocks at once, the pressure so intense I screamed and clawed at Jayden’s chest. They didn’t stop—Chad sank deeper, both shafts rubbing together inside me, the sensation of being split wider than I’d ever been making my vision blur. They started moving in alternating thrusts, one pulling back while the other drove in, turning my hole into a sloppy, overstuffed mess. My body shook violently, heels digging into the ground, my pleas lost in sobs. “It hurts—it’s tearing me—stop, I can’t take it!”

They kept going for long, agonizing minutes, Chad’s hands kneading my soft ass cheeks, spreading them wider for the camcorder. Then Isaiah tapped Chad’s shoulder. “My turn.” Chad pulled out, and Isaiah replaced him without pause, his thicker eight-and-a-half inches forcing back in beside Jayden. The renewed stretch made me wail, my inner walls clamped so tight around both that I could feel every vein and pulse. They fucked me like that harder now, Jayden thrusting up from below, Isaiah pounding down from behind, my curvy body trapped between them, small breasts bouncing wildly, long hair whipping across my tear-streaked face.

Suddenly Jayden’s rhythm faltered. He gripped my hips bruisingly and slammed up one last time, groaning as he erupted deep inside, thick ropes painting my walls and forcing even more cum to squirt out around Isaiah’s shaft. Isaiah kept fucking through it, churning the fresh load, until he grew tired of the position. He wrapped his arms under my knees from behind, lifting me bodily off the bench so my back pressed against his chest, my glossy pumps dangling in the air. My legs were folded up high, knees nearly to my shoulders, my leaking hole completely exposed and pointed forward. Theo stepped in front, his seven inches still hard, and pressed the head against my entrance right beside Isaiah’s. I was sandwiched between the two standing men now, suspended in mid-air, their cocks forcing in together into the same stretched opening from opposite sides.

The double stuffing while held aloft was brutal; gravity and their strength drove them deeper than before, my body weight helping them bury every inch. I screamed continuously, the extreme fullness making my belly visibly distend with each coordinated thrust. “Too big—both of you—oh god, I’m breaking—” My small cock dribbled helplessly against my own stomach. They bounced me between them for what felt like forever, Theo’s hands groping my soft breasts, Isaiah’s breath hot on my neck as he muttered, “Such a perfect little cumdump with that worthless baby dick.”

Isaiah’s arms started to burn. He nodded to Tanner, who stepped up and took my weight, sliding in alongside Theo so now I was held aloft between Theo and Tanner, both white cocks stretching me impossibly wide. The switch made me sob louder, the new angle hitting even deeper spots. They fucked me suspended like that until my voice gave out, just weak cries left.

A while later Chad stepped forward again. “I want that ass one more time.” Theo and Tanner lowered me carefully, my legs trembling so badly I could barely stand. They laid me on my side atop the picnic table, my top leg lifted high over Chad’s shoulder so my glossy pump pointed straight up, the other leg bent beneath me. The position opened my wrecked hole sideways; Chad slid back in easily through all the cum, his six inches pounding with fresh energy. He fucked me on my side like that, one hand pinning my raised thigh, the other reaching around to slap my jiggling ass or grope my small sac, rolling my balls roughly. “Gonna fill you up again, you pathetic little freak.” I could only whimper, body limp, as he drove in deep and finally unloaded, his cock pulsing until the last drop.

They pulled me off the table and dropped me to my knees on the grass. My body was a complete wreck—cum leaking in heavy streams from my gaping ass, running down my shapely thighs, my light brown skin shiny with sweat and spit and seed. My long dark hair clung to my tear-streaked cheeks, my full lips swollen. Theo, Tanner, Jayden, and Isaiah surrounded me in a tight circle, cocks out and stroking. They took turns feeding them into my mouth, each man grabbing my hair and pushing deep into my throat while the others watched and mocked. “Suck it clean, slut. Taste all that cum you took.” I gagged and choked on each one, my small breasts heaving, my tiny cock still soft and glistening between my legs.

When all four were throbbing and ready, they pulled out and aimed at my upturned face. One by one they erupted—hot, thick ropes splattering across my forehead, my doe eyes, my bee-stung lips, my cheeks, even dripping into my open mouth and onto my small breasts. The final loads glazed me completely, cum dripping from my chin in sticky strands, mixing with my tears. I knelt there sobbing, broken, drenched in their seed from head to toe, my glossy white pumps the only thing still pristine on my ruined body.

They zipped up, laughing among themselves. Theo tucked the camcorder under his arm. “Perfect sequel, baby. These new videos are going straight to the dark web. Enjoy the fame.” They walked away into the shadows, leaving me alone in the empty park, the night air cold on my cum-covered skin. I curled into a ball on the grass, heels digging into the dirt, and cried until the first hints of dawn, dreading the moment the footage would spread and my life would shatter forever.