Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons or events is purely coincidental and unintended.

I had just turned 22, an openly gay femboy—short, cute, with a bubble butt that often drew attention. My job at the insurance agency was pretty mundane, but it paid the bills. We took turns working late, and today was my shift. As the clock ticked closer to closing, a customer walked in—a hulking figure, 6 foot 3, broad as a barn, his presence filling the small office. I gestured him toward my desk, trying to keep my composure.

"Hey, I'm Shelby," I said, offering a smile.

"Mark. Nice to meet you," he replied, his massive hand engulfing mine in a firm handshake.

We went back and forth, discussing his insurance policy. His wedding ring glinted under the fluorescent lights, a reminder to keep things professional. My job depended on it, but I couldn’t ignore the way his eyes lingered. If circumstances were different, I might’ve been on my knees already. We were nearly done when I stood to grab some papers fresh from the printer.

"Wow," Mark said in a low, almost whispered tone. "I hope you don’t mind me saying, but your ass looks really nice in those pants."

My cheeks flushed bright red. "Thanks," I giggled, trying to brush it off.

"I wanna see it," he pressed, his voice insistent.

I rolled my eyes. "Sir, no."

"Just a touch?" he asked, leaning closer.

I glanced at his ring, then met his gaze. "I’m sorry, sir, I have a boyfriend."

"He’s a lucky guy," Mark said with a grin, taking the paperwork I handed him.

"Thank you," I mumbled, my face still burning. "Have a good day, sir."

"See you later," he replied, his tone carrying a hint of promise.

As he walked out, my heart raced, and I sat back in my chair, flustered. My friend Susy poked her head in. "Oh my God, he’s hot," she said, fanning herself.

"He’s married," I shot back.

"So what? He was into you," she teased.

"Yeah, he definitely was," I admitted, shaking my head. "But it doesn’t matter. We shouldn’t see him again."

The day dragged on, and as closing time approached, my coworkers trickled out, leaving me to lock up. I was tidying the office when the door swung open. Mark was back, but this time, he wasn’t alone. Another man, heavier-set, followed close behind.

"Hey, was there a mistake with your policy?" I asked, my voice tinged with unease.

"No," Mark said bluntly, his eyes locked on mine.

"Okay…" I said nervously, stepping back as he closed the distance. Before I could react, his hand shot to my throat, pinning me against the wall.

"What the fuck?" I gasped, pushing against him.

"He’s right, Larry," the heavier man said from behind. "He’s cute."

"We’re gonna fuck you," Mark said, his voice low and commanding. "Do you understand?"

My heart pounded, fear and a strange thrill mixing in my chest. "Yeah," I whispered.

"You can resist, or you can let it happen," he said. "Either way, it’s happening. So, are you gonna resist?"

I shook my head no, my breath shallow.

"Good." Mark released my throat. "Turn around."

Larry, the heavier man, grabbed my arms, pulling them above my head and securing them with a zip tie. Mark’s hands moved to my belt, unbuckling it with ease. He tugged my pants down, revealing the red satin panties I’d worn that day.

"Holy shit, Larry, look at this," Mark said, smacking my ass. I let out a moan, unable to hide how much I liked it.

"Oh, you like that?" Mark teased, spanking me again.

"Look at it jiggle," Larry said, his voice thick with excitement.

Larry’s hand lingered after another spank, squeezing my cheek. "Fuck, his ass is nicer than my wife’s."

They turned me around, my bound hands trembling. "Look at his little dick," Larry said, smirking. "It’s already so hard." My cheeks burned brighter.

"Get on your knees, slut," Mark ordered. I dropped to my knees, looking up at them. "Take my cock out."

With my bound hands, I fumbled with Mark’s pants, pulling them down to reveal he wasn’t wearing underwear. His thick, eight-inch cock sprang free, staring me in the face. My eyes betrayed my excitement as I wrapped my hands around it, stroking slowly.

"Mmm, yes, baby, that feels good," Mark groaned.

I leaned forward, wrapping my lips around the tip, swirling my tongue. "Oh, fuck yes," he moaned. Then I felt another cock brush my cheek—Larry had pulled his out, stroking it as he watched. His was slightly shorter, uncircumcised, and the feel of his foreskin moving as I sucked him was intoxicating.

"Fuck, you’re right, he’s good," Larry said, his voice hoarse as I alternated between them, licking Mark’s balls while stroking Larry, then switching back to Mark’s cock.

Mark grabbed the back of my head, fucking my mouth slowly at first, then faster, deeper, making me gag. Spit dripped down my chin as he pulled out, smearing it across my face. He shoved me over my desk, yanking my panties down to reveal the red jeweled butt plug I’d been wearing.

"Holy shit, Larry, check this out," Mark said. "This little slut was prepping for us."

Larry grabbed my cock, positioning it against the desk, then spread my cheeks and tugged the plug out. I moaned as it left me, my hole exposed.

"Look at that hole," Mark said, his voice thick with lust.

"Fuck," Larry replied. "Let me get it first."

"No way," Mark shot back.

"Rock, paper, scissors?" Larry suggested.

"Fine," Mark agreed. "Rock, paper, scissors."

"Oh, you bitch, I knew I should’ve thrown rock," Mark cursed, conceding.

Larry grabbed a bottle of lube, the cold liquid dripping against my hole. His finger pressed inside, making me moan. "Oh, he likes it," Larry teased, lining up his cock and slowly pushing in. I gasped as he stretched me, the sensation overwhelming.

Mark moved in front of me, rubbing his cock against my face. "Open." I obeyed, sucking him eagerly as Larry fucked me from behind, his pace quickening. He spanked me, the sting blending with pleasure. Mark’s cock hit the back of my throat, making me choke, spit and precum dripping onto the desk.

"Alright, my turn," Mark said, pulling out. Larry reluctantly withdrew, and I braced myself. Mark wasn’t gentle. He lubed up and shoved his massive cock into me, the pain sharp but thrilling. I cried out, and he smacked my ass. "Relax," he growled.

Larry moved to my head, and I opened my mouth, taking him in as Mark pounded me from behind, spanking me every few thrusts. The sensation of being filled by both men, their hands and cocks claiming me, pushed me to the edge. I couldn’t hold back. "Fuck, he’s cumming!" Mark yelled as I squirted, my release splattering against the desk.

Mark pulled out. "Ride my cock, slut." He sat on the floor, and I straddled him, his hands guiding me onto his length. I slid down, wrapping my bound arms around his neck, resting against his broad shoulders. I bounced, moaning as he kissed me, our tongues tangling. Larry’s cock appeared beside my face, and I sucked him eagerly while Mark stroked my cock.

"Holy fuck, I’m gonna cum," Larry groaned, grabbing my head and thrusting deep. His cum shot down my throat, spilling over my chin and chest as I struggled to swallow it all. He collapsed into my chair, watching as I rode Mark.

"Fuck, baby, you’re gonna make me cum again," Mark moaned, stroking me faster. I came again, my release coating his hand. He shoved his cum-covered fingers into my mouth, and I sucked them clean as he gripped my waist, filling my hole with his cum.

He laid me on my back, cutting the zip tie with a knife. "You’re a good fuck," he said, pulling up his pants. Without another word, they walked out, leaving me sprawled on the desk, covered in our cum, my body trembling from the intensity of it all.