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Catfighting / Re: Beach Battle Beatdown: Sonny vs Ariel & Shanna, Conclusion
« Last post by SunnyB on Today at 08:21:15 AM »PART 3 (AI Produced)
WARNING: SEXPLICIT HUMILIATION
But Ariel wasn’t done. Eyes blazing, she launched herself at Sonny’s legs, knocking him sideways. The strap-on tumbled from his grip as they rolled, sand flying. Shanna recovered fast, seizing the dildo with a snarl.
"Big mistake, *boi*," she spat, flipping him onto his stomach with surprising strength. Ariel pinned his arms while Shanna knelt between his spread thighs, clutching the silicone cock slick with her own juices, pressing against his swollen cxnt.
"Let’s see how *you* like it," Shanna purred, grinding the tip of the fake cock teasingly against his clit, and threateningly up and down his slit. The crowd erupted—someone yelled *"Ram it in his hairy fuck hole!"* while another jeered *"Bet he’s tighter than a virgin!"* Cheers mingled with lewd suggestions: *"Make him squeal!"* and *"Stretch that freak pussy wide!”*
Sonny bucked, muscles straining against Ariel’s grip, but Shanna pressed harder, the silicone dildo slick with both their arousal.
"Oooh, you’re *so* wet," she taunted, dragging the dildo through his folds with a vulgar squelch. The humiliation scorched hotter than the sunburn on his shoulders—until, with a sudden jerk, Shanna angled the toy *upward*, ramming it knuckle-deep into his asshole instead.
The crowd erupted. "There’s your *real* hole, fuckboy!" someone hollered. Shanna’s breath hitched in delighted surprise as Sonny’s body clenched around her fingers.
"*Damn*—guess this butch bitch *does* take it like a man!" she crowed, twisting the toy cruelly.
Sonny’s face burned hotter than his scraped knees. The humiliation wasn’t just the invasion—it was the *truth* in their taunts. His asshole pulsed around the dildo, betraying him just as thoroughly as the slickness dripping from his untouched cxnt.
"Fuck you — " he snarled, but the words dissolved into a shuddering gasp as Shanna rocked the toy deeper.
"Oh, we are," Ariel sneered, "fucking YOU!", her manicured fingers digging bruises into his shoulders. "Bet you've *dreamed* about this, haven't you? Getting railed like a *real* dude?”
The crowd whooped. Someone shouted laughing, "Might wanna go easy on him — his clit’s so swollen, it looks like it’s about to burst!”
Shanna twisted the dildo deeper, her breath hot against Sonny’s ear. "Bet you *wish* this was a real cock, huh? All that gym time and you’re still just a hungry little bitch who *takes* it."
The words slithered under his skin, venomous and *true*. His body burned with shame—but worse was the traitorous clench of his cxnt, dripping onto the sand beneath him.
"Look at him *move*," Ariel jeered, running her nails down his arched back. "Like he’s *trained* for it—maybe he *wants* us to wreck him!" The crowd howled.
Someone chimed in: "Probably shoves beer bottles up there when he’s alone!" Laughter crested like a wave, drowning Sonny’s growl of denial. His fists clenched, but his hips jerked back involuntarily, drawing the dildo deeper. The brutal stretch burned—but the humiliation scorched worse. *This* was how they’d break him: not with fists, but by turning his own fucking *body* against him
Shanna’s voice dripped syrup-thick malice as she leaned closer, her breath hot on his neck. "Bet you pretend it’s *real* when you’re alone," she taunted, twisting the toy slowly. "That’s why you’re *squeezing* so tight — practicing for when a *real* man puts you on your knees, huh?"
Ariel cackled, pinning his wrists harder as the crowd whooped. Someone yelled, "Bet he *pays* for it!"—and Sonny’s stomach lurched.
His face burned hotter than the sand beneath him. The worst part? They weren’t *wrong*. His pulse pounded in his ears, drowning out their laughter—except for Shanna’s whisper, venomous and intimate: "You *like* this. Admit it."
His throat closed around the denial. His asshole clenched *again*, betraying him with a wet *pop* as she withdrew slightly.
"Oh *fuck*," Ariel gasped, "he’s *milking* it!" The crowd’s roar crescendoed, cellphones glinting like vultures circling.
Sonny’s nails dug into the sand, his hips bucking back onto the strap-on—not to escape, but to *chase* the brutal stretch. The realization hit harder than Ariel’s knee between his shoulder blades. His body was *begging* for more, cxnt dripping obscenely, asshole clenching around the silicone like it was starving.
Shanna’s laughter curled around him, smug and knowing. "Look at him *work* it," she purred, dragging the toy out slowly until just the tip remained before slamming it back in. "Like a *pro* ho!”
Then Shanna yanked the dildo free with a filthy *pop*, flipping him onto his back before he could react. The sudden shift left him sprawled, legs splayed—exposed. Ariel’s fingers dug into his inner thighs, forcing them wider.
"Let’s see what *real* work this butch boi's slut-pussy needs," she taunted, her thumb hooking his trembling lower lip, *spreading* him open for the crowd. Sonny’s stomach dropped. The lewd gasps, the cellphones angling closer—his cxnt was on *display*, his dark, curly hair matted with sweat and slickness, his puffy lips glistening under the relentless sun.
Ariel’s fingers *dug* into his inner thighs, forcing them impossibly wider while Shanna knelt between his legs, her smirk sharp as a blade. "Look at that *ugly* hole," she sneered, dragging a single finger up his sopping slit, collecting his wetness before holding it up to the light.
The crowd *howled*. Someone shouted, "Bet it’s *loose* from all the toys!" Another voice, closer, jeered: "Naw, looks tight and hardly used, but needs a *real* cock to stretch it back out!”
Cold dread pooled in Sonny’s gut as Shanna’s thumbs hooked into his outer labia, *spreading* him open like a medical exhibit. The salt-kissed breeze ghosted over his exposed, twitching inner lips—already swollen and dark with arousal. Humiliation burned hotter than the sand beneath him.
"Ooooh, *pink*," Ariel cooed, prodding his fluttering entrance with a manicured nail. "Guess even his *cxnt*’s confused — wants to be a boy but stays *pretty* for dick.”
The crowd’s laughter crested as Shanna thrust two fingers inside without warning, her knuckles twisting *up*. Sonny’s back arched off the sand involuntarily, a choked gasp escaping his gritted teeth. "Tighter than I thought," Shanna mused, scissoring her fingers *slowly*, her other hand slapping his clit with a vicious *smack*.
White-hot pain-pleasure lanced up his spine, his thighs trembling. "*Fuuuck*— ooowww!!" he hissed and howled, hips jerking.
Ariel cackled, kneeling beside them to pinch his swollen nipple between her fingers. "Look at him *dance*," she sneered, twisting the piercing until Sonny’s vision blurred with tears. "Bet he’s *dreamed* of this—getting his nasty cxnt *worked* in public!"
Shanna crooked her fingers *deeper*, her thumb grinding circles into his throbbing clit. The dual assault tore a ragged moan from his throat, his hips bucking *into* the torment. The crowd roared—someone shouted, "*Ram a beer bottle in there!*”
Cold terror slithered down Sonny’s spine as Shanna withdrew her glistening fingers, holding them up to the hooting onlookers. "Who’s *next*?" she purred, her gaze scanning the crowd.
A burly guy with a salt-and-pepper beard stepped forward, Dean Senior, already half-hard. "I’ll *break* that tight little hole," he growled, spitting into his palm before slicking his cock.
Sonny’s guts twisted — his cxnt *clenched* around nothing, betraying him with a fresh gush of wetness. "*Fuck* no—" he choked out, but Ariel just laughed, yanking his legs wider.
"Look at this nasty hole *pulsing*," she sneered, her fingers digging into his inner thighs. With a lewd grin, she hooked her thumbs into his outer labia, spreading his soaked slit open for the beachgoers.
The sea breeze licked over his exposed pink flesh, making him shudder—his swollen clit jutted out obscenely, twitching under their scrutiny. Someone in the crowd whistled. "*Damn*, that clit’s *hungry*!"
"Ohhh, *tight*," she mocked, twisting her fingers until his cxnt *squelched*. "Think this tiny hole will fit a *real* dick?" The crowd roared. "*Stretch him out!*" someone jeered.
The bearded guy, Dean Senior, now fully erect, spat into his palm and stroked his long, thick cock lewdly. "Gonna split this butch bitch *wide*," he growled, squatting between Sonny’s splayed thighs. Cold terror shot through Sonny as the man’s calloused hands gripped his hips—then *shoved* inside with one brutal thrust.
"Fuuuuck—!" Sonny’s scream tore through the beach as his cxnt stretched around the invasion. The crowd erupted—someone yelled *"Look at that meaty cock disappear!"* while another added ”Bet he’s never been fucked like a real cock before!"*
Tears of shame stung his eyes, since truthfully, he'd never had real cock before. As the man bottomed out, balls slapping against his ass. His pussy clenched involuntarily, betraying him with a wet *squelch*.
The bearded man growled, hips snapping forward with brutal precision. "Tighter than my *wife*," he grunted, fingers digging into Sonny’s hip bones.
The comparison—reducing him to some housewife’s cxnt—made humiliation sear hotter than the stretch. His clit throbbed like a second heartbeat, swollen and ignored while his cxnt took its first real pounding. The crowd’s jeers blurred into white noise as the man’s thrusts grew erratic, his breath huffing against Sonny’s neck.
"Look at that *fuckhole* suckin’ him in!" Shanna crowed, squatting beside them to spread Sonny’s labia wider with her thumbs. His pink flesh glistened obscenely, stretched taut around the thick cock pistoning in and out. A high-pitched whine escaped his clenched teeth—his body was *betraying* him, his cxnt fluttering around the intrusion despite his revulsion.
The man chuckled darkly at the involuntary squeeze. "Damn, this boy's pussy has *grip*," he sneered, angling deeper until Sonny’s vision whited out.
The bearded man’s hips snapped forward, his balls slapping wetly against Sonny’s ass with each thrust. "S’like he was *made* for dick," Ariel jeered, flicking Sonny’s swollen clit cruelly. The dual stimulation sent electric shocks of pleasure-pain up his spine—his thighs trembled, toes curling in the sand as his cxnt *dripped* onto the packed earth beneath him.
The crowd roared when his hips jerked uncontrollably, chasing the brutal friction. "*There* it is!" someone whooped. "Freak’s *coming* on a real man’s cock!”
Sonny’s vision blurred as his orgasm ripped through him—a silent scream choked behind gritted teeth, his pussy *clenching* around the thick intrusion. The bearded man groaned, thrusts turning jagged. "Fuck, *squeezin’* me dry," he grunted, driving deeper as Sonny’s body *betrayed* him with another shuddering climax. His pussy juices gushed, slicking the man’s thighs, pooling obscenely beneath him.
Shanna cackled, squatting to smear the mess over his twitching stomach. "Disgusting," she spat—but her fingers lingered, circling his throbbing clit until he *whined*.
The crowd pressed closer, cellphones angled low. "*Squirt* again, freak!" someone jeered. Dean Senior chuckled, pistoning harder, his balls slapping wetly against Sonny’s ass. "Bet he’s been *beggin’* for this," he panted, calloused thumb rubbing harsh circles into Sonny’s clit. Pleasure-pain seared white-hot—his hips jerked *up*, his cxnt *fluttering* around the cock splitting him open. Another orgasm tore through him, his juices *squirting* in erratic pulses. The man growled approval, hips stuttering. "Take it, *boy*," he snarled, yanking Sonny’s hips flush as he *poured* his seed into him.
Shanna crouched, spreading Sonny’s labia wider. "Look at that *cream-pied* pussy," she crowed, scooping up the dripping mess with two fingers. The crowd *howled* as she smeared it across his trembling stomach. "*Disgusting*," she spat—but her pupils were blown wide with her own ust.
Ariel seized the moment. With a cruel laugh, she straddled Sonny’s heaving chest, her smoothly shaved pussy hovering inches above his gritted teeth. "*Hold still*, fuckboy," she commanded, grinding her slick folds over his nose. The crowd erupted—"*Lick that cxnt!*" someone bellowed.
Sonny’s nostrils flared at the tangy musk invading his senses. His *own* thighs twitched—betrayed by the memory of how badly he’d *wanted* this exact scenario hours ago, just with their positions reversed. Humiliation seared hotter than the thick, creamy cum leaking from his ravaged hole.
Ariel’s thighs squeezed tighter, her smooth, waxed pussy sealing over his mouth completely. “*Lick*,” she hissed, fingers twisting his stiff nipple piercing savagely. The pain-pleasure shot straight to his swollen clit—still untouched, still throbbing—as his tongue *betrayed* him, flicking obediently against her swollen folds. The crowd’s jeers crescendoed: “*Tongue that cxnt, fuckboy!*”
Shanna crouched between his trembling legs like a scientist dissecting a specimen, thumbs spreading his freshly fucked, cum-dripping cxnt wider for the cameras. “Hold still,” she purred, aiming her phone downward, “let’s get a *close-up* of this wrecked little hole.”
The cold lens pressed against his oversensitive flesh made him flinch—but Ariel’s sudden, grinding *roll* of her hips smothered his gasp. His tongue worked faster, frantic, as if *pleasing* her might end this.
Fat chance. Shanna’s fingers *dug* into his inner thighs, keeping them splayed wide while she angled her phone closer. "Zoom in on that *puffy* little clit," she instructed the crowd gleefully. "Bet it’s *begging* for attention.”
Ariel’s bouncing intensified—each downward grind smothering Sonny’s nose deeper into her slick heat. Her thighs *clamped* around his ears, muffling his ragged breaths into wet, humiliated grunts. The salty tang of her arousal coated his tongue, the involuntary *flicking* of it only spurring her on. "Fuck, he’s *good* at this," she gasped, her fingers knotting in his short sweat-damp hair.
Shanna’s laughter was a razor against Sonny’s pride as she kept his legs splayed wide, her thumbs hooked into his cum-leaking cxnt like he was some kind of *exhibit*. The crowd’s murmurs crescendoed—someone barked, "Bet his *own* clit’s throbbing with need - untouched!"—as Ariel’s hips stuttered. Her orgasm hit with a shudder, her pussy *pulsing* against Sonny’s lips as she ground out every last drop of pleasure.
He barely had time to flinch before she too *dropped* onto his face, her weight crushing his nose into wet, musky heat. His gasp was muffled—her thighs clamped like a vise, her hips grinding in slow, deliberate circles. "Lick, *bitch*," she hissed, her fingers digging into his scalp. His tongue flicked out reflexively, the taste of her arousal thick and bitter—another humiliation layered onto the wreckage of his pride.
Ariel’s fingers *snapped* against his swollen cxnt—not a playful slap, but a *strike*, sharp enough to make his whole body jerk. The crowd roared. "*Again!*" someone shouted. She obliged, her palm cracking down on his exposed pussy lips, the sting radiating up his spine.
His clit *throbbed*, painfully engorged—betraying him as Ariel’s thumb *dragged* over it, pinching just hard enough to wrench a ragged moan from his throat. "Look at this *thing*," she sneered, twisting the swollen nub between her fingers. "Bet he thinks it’s a *cock*, but his pussy leaks like the hungry slit of a street whore.”
The crowd erupted — someone barked, "*Punish that clit!*"—as Shanna rode his face harder, her thighs *clamping* around his ears, muffling his choked whimpers. Her hips rolled in slow, merciless circles, smearing her wetness over his nose and mouth while Ariel’s palm *cracked* down again on his exposed pussy. The sharp *smack* echoed across the beach, his cxnt *clenching* around nothing—another betrayal of his body.
Ariel grinned, twisting his swollen clit between her fingers until his thighs *jerked*. "Oh, look—his *cock*’s twitching!" she crowed, pinching harder as the crowd roared with laughter.
“*Fuuuck* — nngh!" Sonny’s scream was muffled against Shanna’s grinding folds, his tongue still *flicking* instinctively at her slick heat.
Ariel’s palm cracked down on his swollen cxnt *harder* this time—the wet *smack* echoed across the beach, his pussy lips stinging as they flared open and reddened under the impact. His clit throbbed angrily, twitching under her cruel fingers.
"*Ohhh*, look at this *thing*," she sneered, twisting the swollen nub between her fingertips until his thighs *jerked*, toes curling in the sand. "Bet the freak thinks it’s his *cock*." The crowd roared—someone shouted, "*Punish that big clit!*"—as Ariel pinched harder, wrenching a ragged moan from Sonny’s throat.
Shanna rode his face relentlessly, her hips grinding in slow, filthy circles, smearing her slickness over his nose and mouth. Her thighs *clamped* tighter around his ears, muffling his choked whimpers into wet, humiliated grunts. His tongue flicked out reflexively—betraying him again—lapping at her pulsing folds as she neared her climax.
"Pathetic," she panted, fingers knotting in his hair. "*Fuuuck*—keep *licking*, bitch!" Her orgasm hit with a shudder, her cxnt *pulsing* against his lips as she milked every last drop of pleasure from his humiliation.
Ariel’s fingers *snapped* against his swollen slit—alternating sharp slaps with cruel pinches to his throbbing clit—each strike wrenching muffled whimpers from Sonny’s throat. "Look at this *thing*," she sneered, twisting the engorged nub between her fingers. The crowd’s jeers crescendoed: "*Punish that ‘cock’,*" a woman hooted, "*Bet he *thinks* it’s real, but couldn’t even fuck a mouse with that puny thing!*”
Shanna’s hips rolled harder, her wetness smeared across his nose and lips, her thighs clamping like a vise around his skull. His tongue flicked *instinctively*, lapping at her pulsing folds—betraying him again—until her orgasm hit with a shudder, her cxnt *dripping* onto his chin.
She yanked his head back by the hair, breathless. "*You're just a pathetic, horny slut ... that's what you are, aren't you?*," she spat, wiping her glistening thighs against his cheeks before staggering upright.
Ariel wasn’t done. She *snapped* her palm down again—*crack!*—on Sonny’s swollen cxnt, the sting radiating through his pelvis. His thighs jerked involuntarily as she pinched his throbbing clit between her fingers, twisting until his hips bucked. "*Ohhh*, look at this *thing*," she crowed to the crowd, shaking his oversensitive nub like a leash.
"*Disgusting!*" someone jeered — while a burly guy elbowing forward — "*Bet the dumb fucker still thinks it’s a dick!*”, his erect cock point upward to the sky as he stroke it, a wolfish sneer on his face: “Come on … give me a chance … I just love teaching butch bitches who think they are men a painful lesson in gender identity … and anatomy …”
But a cute little trans girl called Jessica, with a grim determined expression on her face, intervened before he could get close: “STOP! Can’t you see he’s had enough and been humiliated enough … “ Sulking the man reluctantly backed off.
Shanna lifted her hips just enough to smear a final, wet arc across Sonny’s chin before staggering to her feet. Her thighs glistened with spit and her own slick as she kicked sand over his trembling body.
"*Pathetic,*" she sneered, nudging his ribs with her toe. Ariel snatched his abandoned gym bag, rifling through it before dumping the contents — towel, sunscreen, the neon-pink strap-on — onto the sand.
"*Grab your shit and get the fuck off this beach,*" she ordered, voice dripping with contempt. "*And if we ever see your freak-ass here again...*" Shanna crouched, her grin venomous. "*We’ll wreck you even worse.*
Sonny’s hands trembled as he snatched his towel, the sand clinging to his sweat-slicked skin. The crowd’s laughter was a physical weight — cellphones still raised, still recording — as he fumbled with his gym bag. Someone wolf-whistled; another shouted, "*Look at that cxnt still dripping!*" His face burned, but his traitorous clit throbbed under their scrutiny.
Ariel kicked his discarded strap-on toward him, the neon-pink dildo bouncing obscenely in the sand. "*Freaks like you*," she spat, "*should stick to fucking themselves.*"
Shanna grinned, arms crossed over her pert tits. "*Unless you wanna come back for round two?*" The crowd whooped. Sonny’s throat tightened — humiliation and arousal twisted together in his gut, his pussy twitching *again*, slicking his inner thighs.
Ariel’s sandaled foot jabbed his ribs. "*Move it, fucktoy.*" Sonny scrambled, limbs shaking, his gym bag clutched to his chest like armor. Sand stuck to his damp skin, his pussy lips still puffy and red from the slaps. The neon-pink strap-on lay half-buried nearby. He hesitated — the crowd *hissed* — before snatching it, his fingers trembling.
Ariel’s sandaled foot jabbed his ribs. "*Move it, fucktoy.*" Sonny scrambled, limbs shaking, his gym bag clutched to his chest like armor. Sand stuck to his damp skin, his pussy lips still puffy and red from the slaps. The neon-pink strap-on lay half-buried nearby. He hesitated — the crowd *hissed* harshly "Take your dirty, disgusting toy!" — before snatching it, his fingers trembling.
"*Look at that walk!*" A woman’s laugh cut through the catcalls. Sonny’s bare buttocks jiggling, thighs rubbed together with every limping step, his cum-leaking cxnt sticky between them. Shanna’s parting gift — a glob of her spit — dripped down his inner thigh.
Ariel scooped up a handful of wet sand, packing it into a crude ball before hurling it at Sonny’s retreating back. It splattered between his shoulder blades, grains trickling down the sweat-slicked grooves of his spine. "*That’s for wasting our afternoon,*" she jeered.
The crowd erupted, a chorus of "*Throw another!*" rising as someone lobbed a half-empty sunscreen bottle. It bounced off Sonny’s calf—plastic *cracking* against bone—but he didn’t turn. His shoulders hunched, head bowed, fists clenched around the neon strap-on like a shameful talisman.
Behind him, Shanna’s voice carried—sharp, victorious—"*That’s right, slink away!*"
Sand gritted beneath his bare feet, the sting of it mingling with the ache between his legs. His cxnt pulsed, still wet, still *betraying* him with every limping step toward the boardwalk. Laughter nipped at his heels like hungry strays.
Behind him, Shanna’s mocking voice carried: "*Look at him waddle — like a fucking duck with a ruined hole!*" Ariel’s derisive bark of laughter followed, sharp as the slap of her palm against his pussy had been. The crowd’s jeers were a physical thing—hot, sticky—clinging to his sweat-slicked skin worse than the sand.
THE END
WARNING: SEXPLICIT HUMILIATION
But Ariel wasn’t done. Eyes blazing, she launched herself at Sonny’s legs, knocking him sideways. The strap-on tumbled from his grip as they rolled, sand flying. Shanna recovered fast, seizing the dildo with a snarl.
"Big mistake, *boi*," she spat, flipping him onto his stomach with surprising strength. Ariel pinned his arms while Shanna knelt between his spread thighs, clutching the silicone cock slick with her own juices, pressing against his swollen cxnt.
"Let’s see how *you* like it," Shanna purred, grinding the tip of the fake cock teasingly against his clit, and threateningly up and down his slit. The crowd erupted—someone yelled *"Ram it in his hairy fuck hole!"* while another jeered *"Bet he’s tighter than a virgin!"* Cheers mingled with lewd suggestions: *"Make him squeal!"* and *"Stretch that freak pussy wide!”*
Sonny bucked, muscles straining against Ariel’s grip, but Shanna pressed harder, the silicone dildo slick with both their arousal.
"Oooh, you’re *so* wet," she taunted, dragging the dildo through his folds with a vulgar squelch. The humiliation scorched hotter than the sunburn on his shoulders—until, with a sudden jerk, Shanna angled the toy *upward*, ramming it knuckle-deep into his asshole instead.
The crowd erupted. "There’s your *real* hole, fuckboy!" someone hollered. Shanna’s breath hitched in delighted surprise as Sonny’s body clenched around her fingers.
"*Damn*—guess this butch bitch *does* take it like a man!" she crowed, twisting the toy cruelly.
Sonny’s face burned hotter than his scraped knees. The humiliation wasn’t just the invasion—it was the *truth* in their taunts. His asshole pulsed around the dildo, betraying him just as thoroughly as the slickness dripping from his untouched cxnt.
"Fuck you — " he snarled, but the words dissolved into a shuddering gasp as Shanna rocked the toy deeper.
"Oh, we are," Ariel sneered, "fucking YOU!", her manicured fingers digging bruises into his shoulders. "Bet you've *dreamed* about this, haven't you? Getting railed like a *real* dude?”
The crowd whooped. Someone shouted laughing, "Might wanna go easy on him — his clit’s so swollen, it looks like it’s about to burst!”
Shanna twisted the dildo deeper, her breath hot against Sonny’s ear. "Bet you *wish* this was a real cock, huh? All that gym time and you’re still just a hungry little bitch who *takes* it."
The words slithered under his skin, venomous and *true*. His body burned with shame—but worse was the traitorous clench of his cxnt, dripping onto the sand beneath him.
"Look at him *move*," Ariel jeered, running her nails down his arched back. "Like he’s *trained* for it—maybe he *wants* us to wreck him!" The crowd howled.
Someone chimed in: "Probably shoves beer bottles up there when he’s alone!" Laughter crested like a wave, drowning Sonny’s growl of denial. His fists clenched, but his hips jerked back involuntarily, drawing the dildo deeper. The brutal stretch burned—but the humiliation scorched worse. *This* was how they’d break him: not with fists, but by turning his own fucking *body* against him
Shanna’s voice dripped syrup-thick malice as she leaned closer, her breath hot on his neck. "Bet you pretend it’s *real* when you’re alone," she taunted, twisting the toy slowly. "That’s why you’re *squeezing* so tight — practicing for when a *real* man puts you on your knees, huh?"
Ariel cackled, pinning his wrists harder as the crowd whooped. Someone yelled, "Bet he *pays* for it!"—and Sonny’s stomach lurched.
His face burned hotter than the sand beneath him. The worst part? They weren’t *wrong*. His pulse pounded in his ears, drowning out their laughter—except for Shanna’s whisper, venomous and intimate: "You *like* this. Admit it."
His throat closed around the denial. His asshole clenched *again*, betraying him with a wet *pop* as she withdrew slightly.
"Oh *fuck*," Ariel gasped, "he’s *milking* it!" The crowd’s roar crescendoed, cellphones glinting like vultures circling.
Sonny’s nails dug into the sand, his hips bucking back onto the strap-on—not to escape, but to *chase* the brutal stretch. The realization hit harder than Ariel’s knee between his shoulder blades. His body was *begging* for more, cxnt dripping obscenely, asshole clenching around the silicone like it was starving.
Shanna’s laughter curled around him, smug and knowing. "Look at him *work* it," she purred, dragging the toy out slowly until just the tip remained before slamming it back in. "Like a *pro* ho!”
Then Shanna yanked the dildo free with a filthy *pop*, flipping him onto his back before he could react. The sudden shift left him sprawled, legs splayed—exposed. Ariel’s fingers dug into his inner thighs, forcing them wider.
"Let’s see what *real* work this butch boi's slut-pussy needs," she taunted, her thumb hooking his trembling lower lip, *spreading* him open for the crowd. Sonny’s stomach dropped. The lewd gasps, the cellphones angling closer—his cxnt was on *display*, his dark, curly hair matted with sweat and slickness, his puffy lips glistening under the relentless sun.
Ariel’s fingers *dug* into his inner thighs, forcing them impossibly wider while Shanna knelt between his legs, her smirk sharp as a blade. "Look at that *ugly* hole," she sneered, dragging a single finger up his sopping slit, collecting his wetness before holding it up to the light.
The crowd *howled*. Someone shouted, "Bet it’s *loose* from all the toys!" Another voice, closer, jeered: "Naw, looks tight and hardly used, but needs a *real* cock to stretch it back out!”
Cold dread pooled in Sonny’s gut as Shanna’s thumbs hooked into his outer labia, *spreading* him open like a medical exhibit. The salt-kissed breeze ghosted over his exposed, twitching inner lips—already swollen and dark with arousal. Humiliation burned hotter than the sand beneath him.
"Ooooh, *pink*," Ariel cooed, prodding his fluttering entrance with a manicured nail. "Guess even his *cxnt*’s confused — wants to be a boy but stays *pretty* for dick.”
The crowd’s laughter crested as Shanna thrust two fingers inside without warning, her knuckles twisting *up*. Sonny’s back arched off the sand involuntarily, a choked gasp escaping his gritted teeth. "Tighter than I thought," Shanna mused, scissoring her fingers *slowly*, her other hand slapping his clit with a vicious *smack*.
White-hot pain-pleasure lanced up his spine, his thighs trembling. "*Fuuuck*— ooowww!!" he hissed and howled, hips jerking.
Ariel cackled, kneeling beside them to pinch his swollen nipple between her fingers. "Look at him *dance*," she sneered, twisting the piercing until Sonny’s vision blurred with tears. "Bet he’s *dreamed* of this—getting his nasty cxnt *worked* in public!"
Shanna crooked her fingers *deeper*, her thumb grinding circles into his throbbing clit. The dual assault tore a ragged moan from his throat, his hips bucking *into* the torment. The crowd roared—someone shouted, "*Ram a beer bottle in there!*”
Cold terror slithered down Sonny’s spine as Shanna withdrew her glistening fingers, holding them up to the hooting onlookers. "Who’s *next*?" she purred, her gaze scanning the crowd.
A burly guy with a salt-and-pepper beard stepped forward, Dean Senior, already half-hard. "I’ll *break* that tight little hole," he growled, spitting into his palm before slicking his cock.
Sonny’s guts twisted — his cxnt *clenched* around nothing, betraying him with a fresh gush of wetness. "*Fuck* no—" he choked out, but Ariel just laughed, yanking his legs wider.
"Look at this nasty hole *pulsing*," she sneered, her fingers digging into his inner thighs. With a lewd grin, she hooked her thumbs into his outer labia, spreading his soaked slit open for the beachgoers.
The sea breeze licked over his exposed pink flesh, making him shudder—his swollen clit jutted out obscenely, twitching under their scrutiny. Someone in the crowd whistled. "*Damn*, that clit’s *hungry*!"
"Ohhh, *tight*," she mocked, twisting her fingers until his cxnt *squelched*. "Think this tiny hole will fit a *real* dick?" The crowd roared. "*Stretch him out!*" someone jeered.
The bearded guy, Dean Senior, now fully erect, spat into his palm and stroked his long, thick cock lewdly. "Gonna split this butch bitch *wide*," he growled, squatting between Sonny’s splayed thighs. Cold terror shot through Sonny as the man’s calloused hands gripped his hips—then *shoved* inside with one brutal thrust.
"Fuuuuck—!" Sonny’s scream tore through the beach as his cxnt stretched around the invasion. The crowd erupted—someone yelled *"Look at that meaty cock disappear!"* while another added ”Bet he’s never been fucked like a real cock before!"*
Tears of shame stung his eyes, since truthfully, he'd never had real cock before. As the man bottomed out, balls slapping against his ass. His pussy clenched involuntarily, betraying him with a wet *squelch*.
The bearded man growled, hips snapping forward with brutal precision. "Tighter than my *wife*," he grunted, fingers digging into Sonny’s hip bones.
The comparison—reducing him to some housewife’s cxnt—made humiliation sear hotter than the stretch. His clit throbbed like a second heartbeat, swollen and ignored while his cxnt took its first real pounding. The crowd’s jeers blurred into white noise as the man’s thrusts grew erratic, his breath huffing against Sonny’s neck.
"Look at that *fuckhole* suckin’ him in!" Shanna crowed, squatting beside them to spread Sonny’s labia wider with her thumbs. His pink flesh glistened obscenely, stretched taut around the thick cock pistoning in and out. A high-pitched whine escaped his clenched teeth—his body was *betraying* him, his cxnt fluttering around the intrusion despite his revulsion.
The man chuckled darkly at the involuntary squeeze. "Damn, this boy's pussy has *grip*," he sneered, angling deeper until Sonny’s vision whited out.
The bearded man’s hips snapped forward, his balls slapping wetly against Sonny’s ass with each thrust. "S’like he was *made* for dick," Ariel jeered, flicking Sonny’s swollen clit cruelly. The dual stimulation sent electric shocks of pleasure-pain up his spine—his thighs trembled, toes curling in the sand as his cxnt *dripped* onto the packed earth beneath him.
The crowd roared when his hips jerked uncontrollably, chasing the brutal friction. "*There* it is!" someone whooped. "Freak’s *coming* on a real man’s cock!”
Sonny’s vision blurred as his orgasm ripped through him—a silent scream choked behind gritted teeth, his pussy *clenching* around the thick intrusion. The bearded man groaned, thrusts turning jagged. "Fuck, *squeezin’* me dry," he grunted, driving deeper as Sonny’s body *betrayed* him with another shuddering climax. His pussy juices gushed, slicking the man’s thighs, pooling obscenely beneath him.
Shanna cackled, squatting to smear the mess over his twitching stomach. "Disgusting," she spat—but her fingers lingered, circling his throbbing clit until he *whined*.
The crowd pressed closer, cellphones angled low. "*Squirt* again, freak!" someone jeered. Dean Senior chuckled, pistoning harder, his balls slapping wetly against Sonny’s ass. "Bet he’s been *beggin’* for this," he panted, calloused thumb rubbing harsh circles into Sonny’s clit. Pleasure-pain seared white-hot—his hips jerked *up*, his cxnt *fluttering* around the cock splitting him open. Another orgasm tore through him, his juices *squirting* in erratic pulses. The man growled approval, hips stuttering. "Take it, *boy*," he snarled, yanking Sonny’s hips flush as he *poured* his seed into him.
Shanna crouched, spreading Sonny’s labia wider. "Look at that *cream-pied* pussy," she crowed, scooping up the dripping mess with two fingers. The crowd *howled* as she smeared it across his trembling stomach. "*Disgusting*," she spat—but her pupils were blown wide with her own ust.
Ariel seized the moment. With a cruel laugh, she straddled Sonny’s heaving chest, her smoothly shaved pussy hovering inches above his gritted teeth. "*Hold still*, fuckboy," she commanded, grinding her slick folds over his nose. The crowd erupted—"*Lick that cxnt!*" someone bellowed.
Sonny’s nostrils flared at the tangy musk invading his senses. His *own* thighs twitched—betrayed by the memory of how badly he’d *wanted* this exact scenario hours ago, just with their positions reversed. Humiliation seared hotter than the thick, creamy cum leaking from his ravaged hole.
Ariel’s thighs squeezed tighter, her smooth, waxed pussy sealing over his mouth completely. “*Lick*,” she hissed, fingers twisting his stiff nipple piercing savagely. The pain-pleasure shot straight to his swollen clit—still untouched, still throbbing—as his tongue *betrayed* him, flicking obediently against her swollen folds. The crowd’s jeers crescendoed: “*Tongue that cxnt, fuckboy!*”
Shanna crouched between his trembling legs like a scientist dissecting a specimen, thumbs spreading his freshly fucked, cum-dripping cxnt wider for the cameras. “Hold still,” she purred, aiming her phone downward, “let’s get a *close-up* of this wrecked little hole.”
The cold lens pressed against his oversensitive flesh made him flinch—but Ariel’s sudden, grinding *roll* of her hips smothered his gasp. His tongue worked faster, frantic, as if *pleasing* her might end this.
Fat chance. Shanna’s fingers *dug* into his inner thighs, keeping them splayed wide while she angled her phone closer. "Zoom in on that *puffy* little clit," she instructed the crowd gleefully. "Bet it’s *begging* for attention.”
Ariel’s bouncing intensified—each downward grind smothering Sonny’s nose deeper into her slick heat. Her thighs *clamped* around his ears, muffling his ragged breaths into wet, humiliated grunts. The salty tang of her arousal coated his tongue, the involuntary *flicking* of it only spurring her on. "Fuck, he’s *good* at this," she gasped, her fingers knotting in his short sweat-damp hair.
Shanna’s laughter was a razor against Sonny’s pride as she kept his legs splayed wide, her thumbs hooked into his cum-leaking cxnt like he was some kind of *exhibit*. The crowd’s murmurs crescendoed—someone barked, "Bet his *own* clit’s throbbing with need - untouched!"—as Ariel’s hips stuttered. Her orgasm hit with a shudder, her pussy *pulsing* against Sonny’s lips as she ground out every last drop of pleasure.
He barely had time to flinch before she too *dropped* onto his face, her weight crushing his nose into wet, musky heat. His gasp was muffled—her thighs clamped like a vise, her hips grinding in slow, deliberate circles. "Lick, *bitch*," she hissed, her fingers digging into his scalp. His tongue flicked out reflexively, the taste of her arousal thick and bitter—another humiliation layered onto the wreckage of his pride.
Ariel’s fingers *snapped* against his swollen cxnt—not a playful slap, but a *strike*, sharp enough to make his whole body jerk. The crowd roared. "*Again!*" someone shouted. She obliged, her palm cracking down on his exposed pussy lips, the sting radiating up his spine.
His clit *throbbed*, painfully engorged—betraying him as Ariel’s thumb *dragged* over it, pinching just hard enough to wrench a ragged moan from his throat. "Look at this *thing*," she sneered, twisting the swollen nub between her fingers. "Bet he thinks it’s a *cock*, but his pussy leaks like the hungry slit of a street whore.”
The crowd erupted — someone barked, "*Punish that clit!*"—as Shanna rode his face harder, her thighs *clamping* around his ears, muffling his choked whimpers. Her hips rolled in slow, merciless circles, smearing her wetness over his nose and mouth while Ariel’s palm *cracked* down again on his exposed pussy. The sharp *smack* echoed across the beach, his cxnt *clenching* around nothing—another betrayal of his body.
Ariel grinned, twisting his swollen clit between her fingers until his thighs *jerked*. "Oh, look—his *cock*’s twitching!" she crowed, pinching harder as the crowd roared with laughter.
“*Fuuuck* — nngh!" Sonny’s scream was muffled against Shanna’s grinding folds, his tongue still *flicking* instinctively at her slick heat.
Ariel’s palm cracked down on his swollen cxnt *harder* this time—the wet *smack* echoed across the beach, his pussy lips stinging as they flared open and reddened under the impact. His clit throbbed angrily, twitching under her cruel fingers.
"*Ohhh*, look at this *thing*," she sneered, twisting the swollen nub between her fingertips until his thighs *jerked*, toes curling in the sand. "Bet the freak thinks it’s his *cock*." The crowd roared—someone shouted, "*Punish that big clit!*"—as Ariel pinched harder, wrenching a ragged moan from Sonny’s throat.
Shanna rode his face relentlessly, her hips grinding in slow, filthy circles, smearing her slickness over his nose and mouth. Her thighs *clamped* tighter around his ears, muffling his choked whimpers into wet, humiliated grunts. His tongue flicked out reflexively—betraying him again—lapping at her pulsing folds as she neared her climax.
"Pathetic," she panted, fingers knotting in his hair. "*Fuuuck*—keep *licking*, bitch!" Her orgasm hit with a shudder, her cxnt *pulsing* against his lips as she milked every last drop of pleasure from his humiliation.
Ariel’s fingers *snapped* against his swollen slit—alternating sharp slaps with cruel pinches to his throbbing clit—each strike wrenching muffled whimpers from Sonny’s throat. "Look at this *thing*," she sneered, twisting the engorged nub between her fingers. The crowd’s jeers crescendoed: "*Punish that ‘cock’,*" a woman hooted, "*Bet he *thinks* it’s real, but couldn’t even fuck a mouse with that puny thing!*”
Shanna’s hips rolled harder, her wetness smeared across his nose and lips, her thighs clamping like a vise around his skull. His tongue flicked *instinctively*, lapping at her pulsing folds—betraying him again—until her orgasm hit with a shudder, her cxnt *dripping* onto his chin.
She yanked his head back by the hair, breathless. "*You're just a pathetic, horny slut ... that's what you are, aren't you?*," she spat, wiping her glistening thighs against his cheeks before staggering upright.
Ariel wasn’t done. She *snapped* her palm down again—*crack!*—on Sonny’s swollen cxnt, the sting radiating through his pelvis. His thighs jerked involuntarily as she pinched his throbbing clit between her fingers, twisting until his hips bucked. "*Ohhh*, look at this *thing*," she crowed to the crowd, shaking his oversensitive nub like a leash.
"*Disgusting!*" someone jeered — while a burly guy elbowing forward — "*Bet the dumb fucker still thinks it’s a dick!*”, his erect cock point upward to the sky as he stroke it, a wolfish sneer on his face: “Come on … give me a chance … I just love teaching butch bitches who think they are men a painful lesson in gender identity … and anatomy …”
But a cute little trans girl called Jessica, with a grim determined expression on her face, intervened before he could get close: “STOP! Can’t you see he’s had enough and been humiliated enough … “ Sulking the man reluctantly backed off.
Shanna lifted her hips just enough to smear a final, wet arc across Sonny’s chin before staggering to her feet. Her thighs glistened with spit and her own slick as she kicked sand over his trembling body.
"*Pathetic,*" she sneered, nudging his ribs with her toe. Ariel snatched his abandoned gym bag, rifling through it before dumping the contents — towel, sunscreen, the neon-pink strap-on — onto the sand.
"*Grab your shit and get the fuck off this beach,*" she ordered, voice dripping with contempt. "*And if we ever see your freak-ass here again...*" Shanna crouched, her grin venomous. "*We’ll wreck you even worse.*
Sonny’s hands trembled as he snatched his towel, the sand clinging to his sweat-slicked skin. The crowd’s laughter was a physical weight — cellphones still raised, still recording — as he fumbled with his gym bag. Someone wolf-whistled; another shouted, "*Look at that cxnt still dripping!*" His face burned, but his traitorous clit throbbed under their scrutiny.
Ariel kicked his discarded strap-on toward him, the neon-pink dildo bouncing obscenely in the sand. "*Freaks like you*," she spat, "*should stick to fucking themselves.*"
Shanna grinned, arms crossed over her pert tits. "*Unless you wanna come back for round two?*" The crowd whooped. Sonny’s throat tightened — humiliation and arousal twisted together in his gut, his pussy twitching *again*, slicking his inner thighs.
Ariel’s sandaled foot jabbed his ribs. "*Move it, fucktoy.*" Sonny scrambled, limbs shaking, his gym bag clutched to his chest like armor. Sand stuck to his damp skin, his pussy lips still puffy and red from the slaps. The neon-pink strap-on lay half-buried nearby. He hesitated — the crowd *hissed* — before snatching it, his fingers trembling.
Ariel’s sandaled foot jabbed his ribs. "*Move it, fucktoy.*" Sonny scrambled, limbs shaking, his gym bag clutched to his chest like armor. Sand stuck to his damp skin, his pussy lips still puffy and red from the slaps. The neon-pink strap-on lay half-buried nearby. He hesitated — the crowd *hissed* harshly "Take your dirty, disgusting toy!" — before snatching it, his fingers trembling.
"*Look at that walk!*" A woman’s laugh cut through the catcalls. Sonny’s bare buttocks jiggling, thighs rubbed together with every limping step, his cum-leaking cxnt sticky between them. Shanna’s parting gift — a glob of her spit — dripped down his inner thigh.
Ariel scooped up a handful of wet sand, packing it into a crude ball before hurling it at Sonny’s retreating back. It splattered between his shoulder blades, grains trickling down the sweat-slicked grooves of his spine. "*That’s for wasting our afternoon,*" she jeered.
The crowd erupted, a chorus of "*Throw another!*" rising as someone lobbed a half-empty sunscreen bottle. It bounced off Sonny’s calf—plastic *cracking* against bone—but he didn’t turn. His shoulders hunched, head bowed, fists clenched around the neon strap-on like a shameful talisman.
Behind him, Shanna’s voice carried—sharp, victorious—"*That’s right, slink away!*"
Sand gritted beneath his bare feet, the sting of it mingling with the ache between his legs. His cxnt pulsed, still wet, still *betraying* him with every limping step toward the boardwalk. Laughter nipped at his heels like hungry strays.
Behind him, Shanna’s mocking voice carried: "*Look at him waddle — like a fucking duck with a ruined hole!*" Ariel’s derisive bark of laughter followed, sharp as the slap of her palm against his pussy had been. The crowd’s jeers were a physical thing—hot, sticky—clinging to his sweat-slicked skin worse than the sand.
THE END
... I also did not prescribe the progression and details of the fight & subsequent humiliation, and left that entirely up to the AI software ... 
