Beach Battle Beatdown: Sonny vs Ariel & Shanna

[SunnyB]

(This was written in the 2nd person using AI and letting AI decide who it thinks would've won - see the bottom of this post which gives background to what inspired this kinky tale & which includes a Poll.) ... 

BEACH BATTLE BEATDOWN: SONNY vs ARIEL & SHANNA

Sonny is proudly a female-to-male transsexual (FtM) - in other words, he was assigned female at birth, but identifies as male. Though he's been using male hormones for some time now, and developed quite a bit of muscle, h still have a vagina. Though planning to have top surgery some time in the future, he still has 36A tits, and his nipples look quite large in comparison.  His body has developed nicely, not only assisted by the hormones, but also working out in the gym has given him quite the buff appearance.

Since he enjoys being a flirty exhibitionist, and fucking with people's minds, nothing excites him as much as flaunting himself on a nude beach, see people stare at him, puzzled and shocked, trying to reconcile his masculine appearance with the obviously female twat nestling between his legs. It gives him perverse delight in seeing their confusion, often making his testosterone enhanced clit throb for attention, which in his mind he likes to think of as his 'cock'. In short, he just loves watching closely to see people's varying reactions.

One day Sonny was tanning in the nude on one such beach, leaning back on his elbows, and deliberately, teasingly, spreading his legs, so that when folks walked by they would get an eye full of his hairy pussy, only slightly trimmed at the edges, as well as his over-sized clit nestling at the top.

Nobody really paid any specific notice to him that day which was not uncommon - people on a nude beach usually avoid openly staring at the nudity of others. Nevertheless he'd gotten a 'raise' from a young guy walking by as well as an older trans girl - that always flatters him and makes him moist.

But then he noticed these two sexy nude girls, probably college, walking coming from the far left edge of the beach; the one was a brunette with should length hair; the other a dirty blonde with her hair cropped shorter. Both had neat little trimmed pubic patches, and he couldn't help but let his eyes linger a bit longer on their crotches as they walked hand in hand, close together like lovers, talking animatedly to each other. Their hips swayed as the walked through the sand, their firm, averaged sized tits gently jiggling.

"Mmm, wouldn't mind fucking either one of them, or maybe both ...", h thought lewdly, licking his lips, and smiled as he remembered that he'd actually brought his strap-on cock to the beach, in case he hooked up with someone - sometimes you never knew.

He continued staring at them, even opening my legs a bit wider to ensure that they couldn't miss seeing my genitals. Already a little wet and excited Sonny was certain his pussy lips were already beginning to swell and flaring open slightly, and his clit throbbed excitedly in anticipation of attention.

"Damn, I wouldn't mind smothering either one of those cute bitch's face under my hairy twat, and have them sucking and licking my clit as if it were a real cock ...", Sonny mused erotically.

The tattoo on Sonny's left pec stretched slightly as he flexed, the black ink of the barbed wire design rippling over newly defined muscle. Sweat glistened in his chest hair--another proud testament to the testosterone doing its work--as he adjusted his sunglasses with one hand while the other casually scratched his hairy bush, his fingers gently caressing his throbbing clit, watching the girls as they approached.

Then suddenly when they were close, they both looked at him, the brunette whose name was Ariel, gasping, her hand going to her mouth, then she spoke loudly, her words carrying to Sonny: "Oh my gawd, look at THAT! A man with a cxnt!"

Shanna, the blonde, curled her lip up say: "Yeah, quite disgusting ... fucking freaks like that should be banned from a beautiful place like this!"

Immediately angered and hurt Sonny flew up, his small tits bouncing, and stormed towards them getting into their faces, fists balled, particularly focussing on Shanna: "What did say, you bitch?"



Immediately Shanna put her hands on her hip, staring at the enraged Sonny, the contempt dripping from her voice: "I was saying you're a fucking, disgusting looking freak ... "

"And what you're going to do about it, huh, big boi?", Ariel challenged him sarcastically, her hands clenching into fists.

"I'll fucking slap your dirty mouths shut!", Sonny growled, launching a punch that smacked into the jaw of the smirking Shanna, sending her sprawling down onto the sand.

"Oooh, boi, now you asked for it ... " Ariel snarled as she moved in to unleash a punch in Sonny's gut, folding him over, "we're gonna fuck you up so bad ... you'll regret the day you were born!"

TO BE CONTINUED ...

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The tale above was inspired by some true events some years ago: I was alone tanning on a nude beach, already on male hormones, and was already looking quite butch & masculine ... when two college bitches walked by and I heard them make some bitch remarks about me ... such as "OMG, look at that ... a guy with a cxnt ...", and the other said "Yeah, fucking freaks like that should not be allowed here ..."

Hearing that I was obviously pissed and annoyed and immediately got up and confronted them ... and they quickly changed their story and apologized ... but I've frequently fantasized about me bashing those bitches heads together    ... and sexually dominating them in front of of everyone ... LOL!    

So I'm very curious to know ... do you think ... I would really have beaten down those two snotty sluts    ...  or not?    What do you think?   

Please vote in the Poll here: https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=123990.0

And/or please post your comments and opinions here in the thread ... wink!    

[Dirty bad bitch]

Oooh, Sonny boi, I do hope you beat up those two snotty, transphobic bitches! 

Your loving twin sister 
Sonja

[SunnyB]

Here's the rest of the story in Parts 2 and 3 ...

Note that I asked the AI software to decide for itself who it thought would win the beach fight between myself and Ariel & Shanna ...  ... I also did not prescribe the progression and details of the fight & subsequent humiliation, and left that entirely up to the AI software ... 

Am interested in the impressions of folks here on the story - so please comment, or let me know your thoughts  privately if you prefer, ...

- Sonny Sin
P.S. Will comment later on more about my own thoughts of this experience.

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PART 2 (AI Produced)

WARNING: SEXPLICIT HUMILIATION 

Shanna's taunt hung in the salty air between them, her lips curled in that familiar cocktail of disgust and fascination people so often wore when they saw him. Ariel lunged first, all sharp nails and sharper words, her manicured fingers aiming for his sensitive nipples--always a weak point beneath the muscle. He twisted just in time, catching her wrist with a grip hardened from deadlifts. "Try again, princess," he growled through clenched teeth, using her momentum to throw her onto her curvy ass in the sand.

The crowd erupted--someone wolf-whistled, another shouted, "Bet he fights like a girl!"--but Sonny barely registered it over the pulse in his temples. Shanna recovered fast, crab-walking backward before springing up with a kick aimed straight for his cxnt. He caught her ankle mid-air, yanking hard enough to send her crashing face-first into the damp shoreline. Grit pressed into her knees as she spat out seaweed, but she flipped onto her back defiantly, legs spreading in challenge. "Still wet for me, freak?" she sneered, fingers digging into her own trimmed bush.

Ariel struck from behind, arms looping around Sonny's throat in a chokehold that mashed his pecs together painfully. His vision spotted as her tits pressed into his back, her breath hot on his ear: "Gonna make those little A-cups bruise pretty." He bucked backward, slamming her into the sand so hard her grip loosened--just enough to twist and knee her ribs. A painful *oof* escaped her lips.

Shanna scrambled up, charging with nails aimed at Sonny's face. He ducked, grabbing her waist to flip her over his hip. She landed with a thud, but hooked her legs around his thighs in a grapevine hold, jerking him down. Sand flew as they rolled, Sonny's hard clit and wet, hairy pussy-- grinding against her thigh while she cackled. "Fuck, you're *dripping*," she taunted, digging her heel into his hairy pubic mound.

Ariel seized the opening, straddling Sonny's chest, her fingers twisting his swollen nipples viciously. "Bet these still leak like the girl you really still are," she hissed, her thumbs pressing down until he arched with a choked groan. The crowd's jeers blurred into white noise as Shanna wrenched his legs apart, her palm smacking his sopping cxnt with a wet *crack* that sent pleasure-pain jolting up his spine. "Look at this *thing*," she crowed to the onlookers, two fingers spreading his puffy, pussy lips wide, "all this muscle and he's *built* to take cock."

"I bet this butch bitch has probably never had a *real* cock ... perhaps we should call for volunteers to pop this freak's virgin cherry, huh?", Ariel laughed and mocked as Sonny squirmed desperate to escape.

Sonny twisted ferociously, bucking his hips and arching his back, breaking free of Ariel's grip. Rolling onto his hands and knees, sand clung to his sweat-slicked body as he gasped for air, his large clit twitching angrily. He lunged at Shanna's legs, tackling her hard as they crashed into a twisted heap, limbs tangled. His thick forearm pressed against her throat, his hard firm tits rubbing agains her back, while his free hand squeezed one of her breasts roughly, fingers digging into the soft flesh.

"Oh, you *like* that, don't you?" Sonny snarled, grinding his swollen pussy against the back of her thigh, his wetness smearing across her skin. The crowd's cheers grew louder, someone shouting, "Fuck him up, girls!"

Shanna thrashed, snarling, her fingers clawing at his arm--but Ariel was already diving back into the fray. She grabbed a fistful of Sonny's chest hair, yanking his head back with a pained grunt, while her other hand snaked between his legs, nails raking over his sensitive clit.

"Still hard, huh?" Ariel taunted, twisting her wrist. Sonny's vision swam, his hips jerking involuntarily into the cruel touch. The crowd roared as Shanna wrenched free, flashing her smoothly shaved pussy to the appreciative crowd, flipping onto her knees and grabbing a handful of sand. She flung it straight into Sonny's face--grit stung his eyes, his roar of pain cut short by Ariel's fist slamming into his solar plexus. He curled forward, gasping, only for Shanna's knee to crack against his nose. Blood bloomed hot and metallic, dripping onto his heaving chest, his small tits jiggling.

A blurry shape lunged--Ariel's tits slapped against his back as she locked her arms around his throat again, thighs clamping his ribs like a vise. "Say it," she hissed, pressing him into Shanna's spread legs, his face inches from the blonde's glistening slit. His flared nostrils drank in her musk, his traitorous tongue darting out instinctively--earning him a sharp smack across the cheek. Shanna cackled, grinding her pussy against his nose. "Fucking pervert!"

The crowd's chant--"Lick it! Lick it!"--pounded in his skull. Sonny snarled, wrenching sideways to slam Ariel onto her back, his blood-smeared hand clamping her throat.

"You first," he spat, flipping Shanna over with his free arm to straddle them both, their squirming thighs slick under his grip. Ariel's manicured nails raked his inner thighs--he gasped as they found his pulsing clit, pinching hard enough to make his hips jerk.

"Fuck -- OWWW!". he shrieked, his voice now more that of a girl than a boy.

Sonny's breath came in ragged gasps as Ariel's fingers twisted his clit like a volume knob, sending jagged sparks of pain-pleasure up his spine. The realization hit him like a thrown brick--*they might actually beat me*. The thought of these two transphobic cxnts grinding his face into the sand, laughing as they made him beg, sent a fresh wave of terror-laced adrenaline through him. His victories at the gym, the proud way strangers now mistook him for a cis guy--none of that would matter if they pinned him here, exposed and sobbing under their manicured hands.

Shanna's knee dug into his lower back, her mocking whisper hot in his ear: "Gonna make you *squeal*, like a little girl."

The crowd's taunts swirled around them--someone yelled *"Fuck his hairy, butch pussy up!"*--and Sonny's vision tunneled. No. *Fuck no.*

With a guttural roar, he bucked violently, flipping Shanna onto her stomach in the damp sand. His calloused palm cracked across her asscheek, leaving a red handprint as she yelped. "Still wanna ban me, bitch?" he panted, yanking her hair to arch her back.

Ariel lunged--only for Sonny to twist at the last second, driving his elbow into her ribs with a satisfying *crack*. She wheezed, stumbling, but the momentary victory tasted like ash in Sonny's mouth. His arms trembled--not from exertion, but from the creeping dread that these laughing, sneering girls might actually *win*. The imagined horror of their hands forcing his face into Shanna's smug, dripping cxnt, of them spreading his hairy pussy for the crowd while they jeered *"See? Just a confused dyke"*--it sent icy fingers down his spine.

Shanna scrambled up, spitting sand, her eyes glinting with vicious glee. "Look at him shake," she crowed, circling like a shark. "Knows he's about to get *broken*."

The taunt lit a fuse in Sonny's gut. He feinted left, then drove his fist into her solar plexus--*hard*. She folded with an *oomph*, but Ariel was already on him, nails raking his pecs. Pain flared -- but worse was the sickening *pop* of her thumb hooking his nipple piercing, *yanking*.

Sonny's gasp was part pain, part humiliation. His knees almost buckled as she twisted, her smirk inches from his face. "Bet this makes you *drip* ... butch ... girl!," she sneered. And fuck if she wasn't right--his cxnt clenched, wetness slicking his thighs. The crowd's laughter roared in his ears, mingling with Shanna's cruel giggle as she kneed him from behind, sending him sprawling onto his hands and knees, his hairy, wet twat lewdly exposed.

*No. No no no--* His pulse hammered in his throat. To lose here, now, to *them*? They'd parade his defeat like a trophy -- being videotaped on the cellphones of many around -- proof he was still just a woman playing male dress-up. The thought of their hands forcing his face into Shanna's disgustingly smooth pussy, Ariel's manicured fingers spreading his dripping hole for the crowd--*"See? Still built to take cock!"*--made bile rise in his throat. But his clit throbbed, his snatch slick with his pussy juices, betraying him with sick excitement.

Shanna's knee dug into his spine, pressing his chest into the sand while Ariel straddled his thighs, victorious giggles bubbling between them. "Gonna make you *lick* me clean, freak," Shanna purred, grinding her cxnt against the back of his head. The feminine aroma of her arousal--salty-sweet with coconut sunscreen--filled his nostrils. His stomach lurched, but his hips jerked involuntarily, smearing his own wetness deeper into the sand. *Fuck. Fuck!*

The crowd's jeers crystallized into cruel clarity--*"Look at him squirm!"*--and Sonny's pulse hammered against Shanna's thigh. The horror of losing *here*, under their manicured hands, with every cellphone around capturing his defeat, sent icy panic through his veins. They wouldn't just beat him--they'd *own* him. Proof he was still just a confused girl wearing male clothing in public, his muscles and testosterone meaningless under their painted nails. The thought made his hands shake--but his cxnt clenched, leaking betrayal down his trembling thighs.

Shanna's fingers tangled in his sweat-damp hair, wrenching his head back to smirk into his wild eyes. "Gonna make you *beg* to suck my clit," she breathed, her free hand trailing down to pinch his swollen nipple. The pain arced straight to his throbbing sex, his hips bucking involuntarily. Ariel's laughter grated against his ears as she knelt beside them, fingers prodding his sopping slit. "Oh god, he's *dripping*," she crowed, holding her glistening fingers up to the hooting crowd. "Freak *likes* it!"

Sonny's gut twisted--not just from the sting of Ariel's nails raking his inner thigh, but from the horrifying truth: he *was* wet - soaking, fucking wet. Humiliation burned hotter than the sun on his back. To lose here, now, to these sneering cxnts would etch his failure into the sand forever. Their mocking faces would haunt every gym session, every proud glance in the mirror. *Look at him,* they'd whisper, *all that muscle and still just a desperate girl.* His breath hitched, vision swimming--until Shanna's knee ground into his lower back, yanking him back to the present.

"You gonna cry, *boi*?" Shanna's voice dripped honeyed venom as she twisted his nipple piercing again, her other hand shoving his face into the damp sand. Grit clung to his lips, his nostrils flaring against the briny stink of seaweed--and beneath it, the musk of her arousal. His traitorous tongue flicked out instinctively, tasting salt.

The crowd's roar crescendoed--*"Lick it! Lick it!"*--but Sonny's throat tightened around a sob. *No. Not like this.*

With a feral snarl, he arched violently, throwing Shanna off-balance. His elbow cracked into Ariel's ribs, her gasp music to his ears.

But Shanna was relentless as she regained her grip. Her knee jammed into his spine, grinding him into the sand. The crowd roared--some cheering for him, most others laughing at his helpless thrashing.

"That's right butch bitch, squirm for us!" Shanna sneered, twisting her fingers tighter in his short cropped hair. His scalp burned, tears stinging his eyes. He could feel Ariel circling, her fingers trailing along his ribs before gripping his hips--lewd, mocking, savoring his vulnerability. The humiliation prickled across his skin hotter than the blazing sun. To be beaten by them would be worse than losing--it would be annihilation.

But then -- his fingers curled around the cold silicone, half-buried in the sand beside him. The forgotten strap-on that had fallen out of his beach bag during the tussle.

Shanna's triumphant cackle cut off abruptly when Sonny reared up, flipping her onto her back with a brutal twist. The dildo swung in his grip -- plasticky and absurd -- but the *thwack* as it smacked across Ariel's cheek was anything but. She yelped, clutching her face, and Sonny didn't hesitate. He surged forward, knocking Shanna's legs apart with his knee and pressing the rounded tip of the strap-on against her slick entrance.

"Still wanna ban me?" Sonny growled, his voice raw with exertion. Shanna's eyes widened--not in fear, but *recognition*--as she realized his intent.

"Fucking *try*," she spat, bucking her hips in challenge. The crowd's jeers turned to incredulous gasps as Sonny shoved the dildo inside her with one brutal thrust, her body yielding with a wet *slap*.

Shanna's mockery dissolved into a shocked groan--half pain, half unwilling pleasure--her manicured fingers clawing at the sand. Ariel lunged, but Sonny twisted, yanking the strap-on free to swing it like a club. It caught her across the temple with a dull *thunk*, sending her staggering.

"Who's the fucking freak now?" Sonny hissed, pressing his advantage. The tide turned--Shanna's legs trembled as she tried to scramble back on her back, her slightly gaping pussy and her earlier bravado crumbling. The crowd's jeers morphed into scattered cheers.

[SunnyB]

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

[Dirty bad bitch]

Oh my, Sonny boi, I'm so devastated to read about your humiliating loss to those two transphobic bitches!  You certainly did not deserve that! 

But don't worry, next time I'll join you and together we'll beat up those two trashy bullies & make them pay! 

Mewr 
Sonja Sin

[SunnyB]

Thanks, darling sister Sonja, for commenting! 

Yeah, I'm literally itching to get revenge against those two ... and together we'll totally demolish & pulverize them ... GRRR!!! 

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Ummm, have noticed that apart from Sonja no-one here commented on this story?    Cat got your tongue?  Does it mean you didn't like the story or what? 

Any way, the AI program actually continued the story, and I was curious where it was going ... so here's a short little bit featuring none other than my MtF girlfriend, Jessica ... who comforts me a little ... AWWW!!!   

Sonny Sin

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SHORT EPILOGUE

Sonny's vision blurred hotly as he staggered up the dunes, barely noticing the pebbles cutting into his soles. His thighs chafed, his cxnt still *leaking* -- sticky humiliation slicked between his legs. He barely registered the soft *patter* of footsteps behind him until a small hand caught his elbow.

"Hey--*hey*--" The voice was breathy, high-pitched. A petite trans girl stood there, her pixie-cut auburn hair tousled from sprinting, her uncut cock bobbing against her thighs as she panted. "Saw what they did," Jessica murmured, her thumb rubbing slow circles on Sonny's bicep. "Those two bitches *always* act like they own the beach."

Sonny blinked away the stinging in his eyes--*fuck*, he hadn't even realized he was tearing up--and stared. Jessica's nipples were pierced, her small growing tits dotted with freckles, her hips swaying as she shifted her weight. "You okay?" she asked, fingers ghosting over the sunscreen smear on his back.

The kindness in her voice *wrecked* him harder than the punches and the public fucking had. His throat worked silently before he managed a hoarse "*No*."

Jessica's lips pursed, her unpainted nails trailing down his forearm to squeeze his shaking fingers. "Come on," she murmured, tugging gently toward a secluded dune dotted with sea grass. Her grip was insistent -- warm -- grounding him in a way that didn't feel like pity.

Behind them, Shanna's bark of laughter carried on the salt-stiff breeze: "*Look at those trans freaks flocking together!*"

Sonny flinched, but Jessica pivoted, blocking their view of him with her slender frame. Her uncut cock -- thick for her petite frame -- bobbed against her thigh as she stepped closer, shielding him. "Ignore the trash," she muttered, thumb swiping at a tear streak on his cheekbone.

Jessica's fingers curled around his wrist, tugging him behind a cluster of sea oats where the dunes dipped into a hollow. Her movements were quick, practiced -- like she'd done this before. "Sit," she ordered, nudging his knees until he crumpled onto the warm sand. Her hands -- small but strong -- cupped his face, tilting it up. "Look at me. Not them."

Her cock was half-hard, bobbing against her thigh as she crouched, her freckled shoulders blocking the sight of the beach below. The sunlight caught the silver hoop through her left nipple, glinting when she moved. "Breathe," she murmured, thumb stroking the hinge of his jaw.

Sonny's breath hitched -- wet, ragged -- as Jessica's other hand slid down to his chest, fingers splaying over the coarse hair there. "They're *assholes*," she said, voice low like a secret. "But you ..." Her fingers trailed lower, brushing the swell of his clit where it still throbbed angrily. "... you held your own."

THE END

[SunnyB]