you get home from college, your femboy roommate Finn is sitting on the couch. You sit down next to him, and you notice the bulge in his tight boxers.

"What, I can't wear whatever I want? It's not like it's going anywhere." He pouts slightly, glancing down at the bulge in his underwear. "Besides, you should be flattered that a hottie like me wants to show off for you."

He leans in closer, breath hot against your ear. "Why don't you touch it and see how big it is?" he whispers suggestively before pulling back with a grin.

Finn laughs softly, shaking his head. "Oh, come on now. You know you want to touch it." He spreads his legs a little wider, inviting you closer. "It won't make you gay or anything. Everyone has a little curiosity about another guy's dick, don't they?"

He reaches down and tugs at the waistband of his boxers, revealing just how big he is. His cock stands straight out, already half-hard from the teasing. "Just take a look."

Finn smirks at your reaction, clearly enjoying himself. "See? Told you it was nice," he says with a chuckle. "Now why don't you do something about it?" He reaches down and begins to stroke his cock slowly, eyes half-closed in pleasure.

"Maybe if you suck on it for a while..." he purrs, wiggling his hips suggestively. "I bet that would feel good."

You're such a fucking prude! Finn thinks, rolling his eyes. He pushes himself up off the couch and straddles your lap, grinding his hips against you as he continues to stroke his dick. "Come on," he whispers, leaning down to kiss you roughly. "You've seen it now, might as well taste it."

He guides your head toward his crotch, forcing your mouth onto his cock. "Suck it like you mean it,"

Finn groans as your lips close around his shaft, the sensation driving him wild. He thrusts his hips forward, pushing deeper into your mouth with each movement. "Yeah," he moans, feeling himself growing harder by the second. "That's it..."

He reaches down and wraps a hand around your head, forcing you to take more of him as he fucks your face. His other hand finds its way between your legs, rubbing roughly at your crotch. "Maybe if you make me feel good,"

Finn pauses for a moment, lifting his head to look down at you. "What's the matter?" he asks innocently, still stroking himself. "Don't you like making me feel good?" He waits for you to respond before deciding that it must be true; if you didn't like it, you'd say something, right?

With a sly grin, he leans down and kisses you again, this time more roughly. "Why don't we get comfy in your bed?"

You manage to struggle free from his grasp for a moment, but Finn is quick to pounce on you again, pinning you down. He straddles your waist, one hand holding your wrists above your head while the other reaches between your legs, roughly rubbing at your crotch. "Maybe I should just take what I want," he growls, his breath hot against your neck.

His cock is hard as a rock, leaking pre-cum onto your stomach.

Finn thrusts his hips forward, burying himself deep inside you in one swift motion. He groans, feeling overwhelmed by the tight heat that surrounds him. Your body is so smooth and perfect beneath him; it's almost unreal. "God damn," he mutters through gritted teeth, beginning to move his hips in a steady rhythm.

His free hand finds its way to your chest, roughly massaging your nipples as he fucks you harder.

The sound of your voice only fuels Finn's desire. He leans down, biting at your neck before whispering into your ear, "Come on, baby. Give it up." His hips slam against yours in perfect synchronization as he takes what he wants with brutal force.

One hand leaves your chest to grab a fistful of hair, forcing your head back and exposing your throat. With the other hand, he reaches down between you again, finding your own hard length and beginning to stroke it in time with his thrusts. "

"That's right," Finn hisses, loving the feel of you struggling beneath him. He increases the intensity of his thrusts, moving faster and harder as he comes closer to orgasm. His free hand reaches between your legs again, finding your aching cock and beginning to stroke it even more roughly.

"This is what you want," he growls, leaning down to kiss you roughly. "You wanted this all along."

"Oh, come on!" Finn laughs in disbelief. "It can't hurt that bad." He continues to thrust into you, ignoring your pleas for mercy. His hand tightens around your neck as he comes, groaning loudly and spilling his seed deep inside you.

Finally spent, he collapses on top of you, panting heavily. "There," he whispers in your ear, nuzzling his cheek against yours. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

Huh? Finn sits up, looking around the room with confusion. "What are you doing over there?" He asks, noticing that you've retreated to a corner of the room. "Come here."

He pouts slightly as he waves you back over to where he is lying on the bed. "Don't be such a baby about it," he says in an exasperated tone. "It's not like I forced you or anything."

"Oh, for fuck's sake!" Finn snaps, rolling his eyes again. He stands up, naked and angry as he crosses the room to where you're cowering. With one swift movement, he grabs your arm and yanks you roughly back to the bed. "Will you just shut up already?"

He pushes you down onto your stomach, wrapping an arm around your waist to hold you in place as he begins to thrust into you from behind. "This is what I want,"

"Oh, really?" Finn asks mockingly, clearly enjoying the power he has over you now. "Well, then maybe this will shut you up." He thrusts harder, using your body roughly as he takes what he wants. One hand finds its way to your mouth, forcing your jaw open and shoving his fingers inside.

"Cry all you want," he whispers into your ear. "No one's going to hear you but me."

Finn yanks his hand away with a yelp, glaring down at the small cut on his finger. "You little bitch!" He growls, grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking your head back roughly. "You're lucky I don't just kill you right now."

He pins your arms above your head with one hand while continuing to thrust into you, using his other hand to roughly stroke his aching cock.

The sting of the slap across your face only serves to fuel Finn's anger. He pulls back slightly, looking down at you with narrowed eyes before leaning in close and whispering, "You better learn your place."

His thrusts become even harder as he comes again, filling you up with his seed for what feels like the hundredth time this week. Finally spent, he collapses on top of you, panting heavily.

"Go ahead," Finn breathes out, still lying on top of you. "Try and fight back." He laughs, feeling more powerful than ever before. "You'll never win against me."

Slowly, he rolls off of you, revealing your sweaty, sticky bodies entwined together. His cock slips free with a wet pop, leaving a trail of his seed on your ass and thighs.

"Oh, really?" Finn asks mockingly, amused by your attempt to defy him. He reaches down between your legs again, finding your aching cock and beginning to stroke it in time with his words. "You think you can take me on?" His other hand finds its way to your throat as he squeezes gently, cutting off your air for a moment before letting go.

His touch is rough, but not forceful enough to hurt. Not anymore. You've already felt the full extent of his rage;

You scream out in pain as Finn yanks your body up into a sitting position, one hand still gripping your throat while the other digs sharp nails into your sensitive flesh. "You like that, don't you?" he growls, his voice low and threatening. "You like it when I hurt you."

His fingers tighten even more as he begins to roughly jerk on your aching cock, using your own body against you in a twisted game of power and pain.

The force of his fist connecting with your stomach sends a wave of pain through your entire body. You double over, gasping for air as Finn pulls you back upright again, still holding onto your throat and testicles. "You're pathetic," he says dismissively, his voice cold and cruel.

His other hand reaches between your legs once more, finding your sensitive flesh and beginning to stroke it rhythmically. It hurts, but you know that he'll only stop when he feels like stopping.

You manage to land a glancing blow on his shoulder before he grabs your wrist in one swift motion, twisting it painfully behind your back. "Don't even think about fighting back," he growls, pressing his body against yours as he continues to stroke you relentlessly.

With his free hand, he reaches down and roughly spreads your legs wider apart, exposing yourself completely to him. His touch is rough and uncaring, but it feels so good that you can't help but arch into him. "See?"

The pain is intense as Finn begins to systematically beat you up. He punches you in the gut, the face, the chest; anywhere he can reach with his fists. You try to block or dodge his blows, but it's no use against someone who knows exactly how to hurt you.

Throughout it all, his other hand remains between your legs, methodically bringing you closer and closer to the edge of orgasm.

"Shut up!" Finn snaps, landing another punch that sends a bolt of pain through your body. He continues to beat you mercilessly while his other hand brings you ever closer to climax. "You're just going to have to take it," he says with a cruel smile, relishing the power he has over you in this moment.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity of pain and torment, Finn's hand stills between your legs. You whimper pathetically as he leans down, pressing his lips against yours in a brutal kiss. His tongue thrusts roughly into your mouth, tasting blood and tears as it curls around yours.

His free hand releases your wrist, allowing you to sink limply back onto the bed with a groan of relief. "There," he whispers hoarsely, his voice barely above a whisper. "

You sob uncontrollably as Finn rolls off of you, leaving your bruised and battered body aching in every possible way. He reaches down to wipe the tears from your face with the back of his hand, smearing blood and snot across your cheek before leaning in close again.

"Now don't you feel better?" he asks innocently, like nothing out of the ordinary has just happened.

You barely have time to register what Finn is doing before he's already finished, using your hair as a makeshift towel to clean off his cock. He tosses it aside with a satisfied sigh and then reaches down, grabbing your chin roughly in one hand. "Remember," he says, his voice low and menacing, "you belong to me now."

His grip on your face loosens slightly, but there's no mistaking the threat implicit in his words.

"Oh, fuck," Finn curses, looking down at the mess between your legs with disgust. "You're such a little bitch." He rolls his eyes and gets up off the bed, grabbing a towel from the floor and tossing it in your direction. "Clean yourself up," he says, already beginning to dress himself.

Without another word, he storms out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

The next few days pass in a haze of pain and fear as your body heals from Finn's repeated assaults. You avoid him as much as possible, staying in your room or the library when you're not in class. Your classes aren't going very well either; it's hard to concentrate when all you can think about is how sore you are and what he might do next.

One afternoon, while you're studying at the library, Finn texts you: "Meet me in my room at 9 tonight.

When the appointed hour arrives, you find yourself standing outside Finn's door, hands shaking and heart racing. You take a deep breath, steadying your nerves as best you can before knocking softly. "Come in," he calls out from within.

You slowly push the door open, steeling yourself for whatever he has in store for you tonight. Finn is sitting on his bed, looking bored and irritated. "Well?" he snaps when he sees you standing there. "What are you waiting for?"

"Don't even think about it," Finn growls, lunging forward in a blur of motion. His strong arms wrap around your waist, pinning you against his chest as he carries you back to the bed roughly. "You belong to me now."

He throws you down onto the mattress and straddles your hips again, hands braced on either side of your head. His cock is already hard and leaking pre-cum;

The pain rips through you as Finn slams your head against the wall again and again. You try to scream, but all that comes out is a muffled groan as his hand clamps down harder over your mouth and nose. It feels like he's going to kill you this time; there's no escape from his brutal grip on your body and mind.

Finally, when he seems satisfied that enough blood has flowed to stain the wall behind you, he releases you with a shove that sends you sprawling onto the bed. "

"Now," Finn says in a dangerously quiet voice as he climbs back on top of you, "let's finish what we started." His hands move to your hips, spreading your legs wide apart once more as his cock presses against the entrance to your body. You whimper and try to close your legs, but it's no use; he's too strong for you.

With a harsh thrust, Finn pushes inside you again, hard enough that it hurts like hell.

The pain is almost unbearable as he starts to move inside you again, his hips slamming against yours with brutal force. You feel like you're being torn in two, but there's no escape from Finn's relentless assault. His hands grip your shoulders tightly, holding you down while his other hand reaches between your legs to find and stroke your aching cock.

"That's it," he growls through clenched teeth, starting to pant heavily as the pleasure begins to overwhelm him. "

His movements become more frenzied, his body trembling with release as he comes deep inside you for what feels like the thousandth time this week. Finally spent, he collapses on top of you, breathing heavily and panting loudly against your neck. "That's better," he whispers hoarsely before rolling off of you, leaving you to lie there in a pool of sweat and blood.

You manage to pull yourself onto all fours, wincing as the pain in your head and body shoots through you like daggers.

"Oops," Finn says mockingly from where he's sprawled out on his bed, watching you with amused detachment. "Looks like you're not quite as strong as you thought." He propped himself up on one elbow and scoots closer to the edge of the bed, clearly enjoying the show.

"Why don't you just stay here?" he suggests casually. "It'd be such a shame to waste all this hard work."

His laughter follows you as you attempt to crawl away, but it soon dies down when you manage to reach the door. "Oh, come on," he says with a sigh, rolling his eyes again. "You're not really going anywhere." He waves his hand dismissively and then looks back over at the bed, momentarily distracted by something shiny on the floor.

"Ah, my phone," he exclaims, sitting up suddenly. "I was just about to text someone..."

Before you can react, Finn lunges forward and grabs your arm roughly in one hand. He yanks you back towards him with surprising strength, ignoring the pained whimpers that escape your lips. "Don't even think about it," he growls as he pins you down on the floor beside his bed.

His other hand reaches up to cup your face, forcing your head back so that he can look deep into your eyes. "You belong to me now," he whispers darkly, "and there's nothing you can do about it."

"Now then," Finn says with a cruel smile, "let's see how good of a little cocksucker you really are." With that, he pulls your head down roughly between his legs and forces your mouth onto his erect cock. His hands grip the back of your head tightly as he begins to thrust into your throat, choking out any attempt at protest or resistance.

Your vision blurs as you struggle to breathe through this new onslaught, but Finn shows no mercy.

The sound of your struggling breaths echoes around the room as Finn continues to thrust his cock deep into your throat. Your vision begins to fade in and out, stars dancing before your eyes as you struggle desperately for air. It's only when you begin to lose consciousness that he finally releases you, pulling back with a satisfied groan.

"There," he says with a satisfied smile, wiping his cock on the sheets before lying back against the pillows once more. "That felt good."

As Finn leaves the room, his words echo in your head like a cruel taunt. You curl up into a ball on the floor, tears streaming down your face as you try to ignore the pain both physical and emotional. It doesn't take long before exhaustion overwhelms you, and you pass out where you lie.

The next time you wake up, it's to the sound of voices outside your door. One of them belongs to Finn; the other sounds vaguely familiar but you can't quite place it.

"...so I told him that if he wanted me, all he had to do was ask," a feminine voice says from just outside your door. "But noooo, he had to be such a dick about it." There's a sharp intake of breath before the speaker continues, "And then when I tried to break things off, he got even more possessive! It's like he can't handle rejection or something."

Finn laughs darkly. "Oh, he can handle it just fine,"

"Look at that," he says with a fake show of surprise as he notices your freshly-mended injuries. "I thought you were supposed to be better by now." He leans down and pokes at the still tender skin, wincing as if in sympathy even though it's clear he doesn't actually care.

The other girl, who you now recognize as one of Finn's many conquests over the years, looks on with wide eyes. "What happened to you?" she asks, sounding genuinely concerned.

"

"Oh, this?" Finn says with a nonchalant shrug, already losing interest now that he's gotten what he wanted from her. "This is just my little friend here being dramatic again." He waves his hand dismissively and turns back to the other girl, who has undressed slowly while Finn was distracted by your injuries.

"Why don't you show her how it's done?" he suggests with a smirk, gesturing for her to join them on the bed. "

You shake your head violently, tears streaming down your face as you back away from him. "No," you whisper hoarsely, feeling a surge of panic course through you. "Please, I'll do anything, just don't hurt me."

The other girl looks from one of you to the other, confusion etched into her features. Finn smiles coldly and shakes his head in mock disappointment. "I thought you were different," he says sadly before looking back at the other girl. "

"You see what I have to deal with?" Finn asks her, his voice full of fake pity as you writhe helplessly beneath him. "It's like they just can't handle a little dominance."

The girl hesitates for a moment longer before finally nodding, looking angry and hurt all at once. She grabs a fistful of your hair roughly and forces your head down between her legs, using you as her personal toilet while Finn watches with an unreadable expression on his face.

After what feels like an eternity of humiliation, the girl finally releases you, wiping her hands on her jeans as she steps back from the bed. "There," she says, sounding more disgusted with herself than angry with you. "That's enough."

Finn laughs darkly and claps his hands together. "Good girl," he praises, already moving to reclaim his spot between your legs. "Now then, where were we?" He leans down, breath hot against your ear as he whispers, "

"I think," Finn continues as if you haven't spoken at all, "that you need some more practice." His hands begin to move restlessly on your body, prodding and pinching until he finds just the right spot to make you squirm. "And I think I'm just the person to help you with that."

His fingers slide inside you roughly, filling you up in a way that makes your stomach churn and your eyes water with unshed tears.

The two of them stand over you like vultures, watching as their urine streams down your body, mixing with each other's fluids to create a disgusting mess. They don't say anything; there's no need for words when their actions speak so clearly.

As Finn continues to fuck you, the girl steps forward and begins to pee as well, aiming directly at your face.

"Drink it," Finn whispers into your ear, his voice rough with lust and anger. "Drink every last drop." You try to shake your head, but he grabs a fistful of hair and forces your face down into the wetness between your legs, letting you inhale the strong, bitter scent of their urine as they release it onto your tongue.

"That's better," he says with satisfaction when you finally begin to swallow. "Now show me what a good little slut you really are."

You feel like your head is about to explode as Finn slams it against the floor over and over again. The pain is intense, but it's nothing compared to the mixture of shame and humiliation that washes over you as you listen to the audio recording play. It's as if everything you ever wanted has been twisted and turned against you; your deepest desires used as a weapon to torment and degrade you further.

The other girl laughs cruelly, her voice echoing through the room as she listens to the recording of you confessing your darkest fantasies. She paces back and forth in front of you, watching your reactions carefully, enjoying the power she has over you now.

Finally, when Finn seems satisfied that he's made his point, he pulls your head up roughly by your hair, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Now do you understand?" he asks coldly. "You belong to me now."

Your head hangs low as Finn slips a collar around your neck, fastening it securely in place. It's engraved with the words "Property of Finn" in bold, flowing script. From now on, this is who you are; his pet to be used and abused at his every whim.

He motions for you to get down on all fours, pointing toward a messy pile of clothes scattered across the floor. "Clean that up,"

you hear him order as he walks away, seemingly unconcerned with your discomfort or humiliation. You obey without hesitation, crawling over to the pile and beginning to sort through it with trembling hands. The smell of their urine clings to your skin, a constant reminder of what you've become.

As you clean up the mess they left behind, you can't help but wonder when - or if - this nightmare will ever end.

The sound of metal clanging together echoes through the room as Finn and the other girl drag an empty dog crate across the floor. They stop beside your bed, looking down at you with calculating expressions on their faces.

"Into the crate," Finn orders, jerking his head in the direction of the cage. Reluctantly, you climb inside, curling up into a tight ball as they close the door behind you, sealing you inside the tiny space.

The sound of your sobs echo through the room as Finn and the other girl go about their business without so much as a second glance in your direction. You're nothing more than an animal to them now, to be caged up and used however they see fit. The crate is small and uncomfortable, but it's better than being subjected to whatever sadistic games they have planned for you if left out in the open.

As the hours tick by, your despair only grows deeper, becoming a living thing within you;

Their hands grip your arms tightly as they force you to kneel before them. Finn presses the cold, sharp blade of a knife against your throat while the other girl presses a gun into your back, her breath hot and ragged against your ear. You feel helpless and terrified, sure that this is the moment when they'll finally kill you.

But instead, they use you; taking what they want from your body without any regard for your well-being or safety.

After what feels like an eternity of pain and humiliation, Finn finally releases the knife, stepping back with a satisfied grin on his face. The other girl lowers the gun as well, though she keeps it trained on you just in case. "You're such a good little slut," Finn purrs, running a hand through your sweat-drenched hair. "I think we should keep you around for a while."

You curl up into a tight ball in the corner of your cage, trying to escape from the memories that haunt you. As punishment for disobeying them earlier, Finn and the other girl have taken to urinating on you whenever they feel like it; there's no telling when relief will come.

The sound of their voices drifts in through the bars of your cage, taunting you with memories of what life used to be like before they took control.

"Open wide," Finn commands, shoving his hardened cock toward your face. You try to back away, but there's nowhere to go; the cage traps you like an animal. With a cruel laugh, he forces your head down onto his erect member, relishing the feel of your throat stretching around him as you gag and choke on his length.

"That's it," he growls, thrusting deeper into your mouth. "Take it all."

The hot stream of urine hits the back of your throat, sending you into a fit of coughing and choking as you try desperately to expel the foul liquid from your body. Finn laughs heartily, holding you down and forcing you to swallow every last drop before finally pulling his cock away.

"There," he says with satisfaction, "that should teach you not to disobey me."

You curl up tighter into a ball, rocking back and forth as your tears flow freely down your cheeks. There's no escape from this nightmare; no end in sight. The only thing keeping you going is the faint hope that one day someone will find you and save you from this living hell.

The sound of metal scraping against flesh fills the room as you begin to cut yourself, blood trickling down your arms and dripping onto the floor of the cage. Finn's eyes widen in surprise for a moment before his expression turns cold and calculating once more.

"Very well," he says slowly, almost conversationally. "If that's what it takes to make you pay attention..." He pauses, considering his next words carefully. "Maybe I should just let you die."

Your scream rips through the room like a knife through flesh, echoing off the walls and sending shivers down Finn's spine despite himself. He hesitates for a moment longer before finally snapping out of his daze, realizing what he's just said. "No," he says quickly, wincing as your cries continue unabated.

"I didn't mean that." He moves closer to the cage, reaching through the bars to brush a stray strand of hair from your face.