Claimed by the Beast~
Pairing: Christopher Bang x Lee Felix (Stepdad x Stepson)
Warnings: Extreme non-con, rape, degradation, abuse, slapping, spanking (including clit spanking), deepthroating, gagging, forced handjob, fingering, cum eating, cumshots, sadism, dominance, possessiveness, transmale character (transmale Felix), virginity loss, name-calling (kitten, babydoll, whore, etc.), explicit sexual content, no mercy, graphic descriptions of cock and pussy.
Word Count: 2487
The sprawling mansion perched on the hills like a crown, all glass walls and marble floors that echoed with the kind of silence only money could buy. Christopher Bang, the king of it all, paced his home gym that morning, the air thick with the scent of sweat and leather. His wife—Felix's mom—had flitted out the door hours ago, some brunch with her vapid friends, leaving the house to him and his stepson. Chris didn't mind. In fact, he relished it.
At 6 feet tall, built like a goddamn fortress from years of disciplined workouts and boardroom battles, he owned everything he touched. Multimillionaire by thirty-five, handsome in that sharp, predatory way with dark eyes that stripped you bare, he was a man who took what he wanted. And what he wanted? Lately, it had been festering, growing into something dark and insatiable.
Upstairs, Lee Felix stirred in his silk sheets, his lithe body twisting under the covers. He was a vision of soft edges in a world of hard lines—femboy pretty with his pastel crop tops and thigh-high socks, hair falling in fluffy waves over his forehead.
But beneath the skirts and the delicate makeup, Felix hid a secret that made his nights burn. He was transmale, his body a mix of hormones and hidden truths, his pussy untouched and aching in ways he could barely confess even to himself.
Virgin through and through, but his dreams? They were filthy symphonies starring the one man he shouldn't crave: his stepdad. Night after night, Felix woke up soaked, fingers buried between his legs, whimpering Chris's name as he imagined those big hands choking him, bending him over the kitchen counter for brutal backshots, degrading him until he broke.
Last night had been no different. Felix had cried out louder than usual, his voice cracking as he fingered his slick folds, picturing Chris's cock slamming into him, owning him like property.
He didn't know Chris had heard—every gasp, every sob—standing in the hallway shadows, fist wrapped around his thick shaft, jerking off with low growls rumbling in his chest. Chris had waited, patient as a wolf, his sadistic side coiling tighter. The boy was his. Today, with the house empty, he'd claim what was owed.
Down in the gym, Chris stripped off his shirt, the fabric clinging to his sweat-slicked torso before he tossed it aside. Muscles rippled under tanned skin, abs carved deep, chest heaving with each breath. He hooked his thumbs into his gym shorts, shoving them down just enough to free his cock—heavy, veined, already half-hard from the morning's dark thoughts. Nine inches of thick, uncut meat swung free as he grabbed the weights, grunting with each rep. The bar clanged, his groans filling the room, sweat dripping down his broad back. He didn't bother closing the door. Let the little tease wander down if he dared.
Felix padded down the grand staircase in his oversized hoodie and short shorts, the kind that rode up his thighs, barefoot and sleepy-eyed. He was thirsty, that's all—heading for the kitchen. But the sounds from the gym pulled him like a magnet: those deep, guttural groans that mirrored his fantasies. Curiosity won, and he peeked around the corner. His world tilted.
Chris stood there, shirtless god of muscle and power, his massive cock bobbing freely with every lift, balls heavy and swinging. Sweat gleamed on his skin, tracing paths over his pecs, down the V of his hips. Felix's jaw dropped, a soft whimper escaping before he could clamp it down. Heat flooded his core, his pussy clenching, leaking wetness that soaked through his shorts in seconds. He couldn't move, eyes locked on that throbbing length, imagining it stretching him open.
The weights hit the mat with a thunderous thud. Chris's head snapped up, dark eyes pinning Felix like prey. A smirk curled his lips, slow and dangerous. "Well, well," he rumbled, voice low and gravelly, straightening to his full height. His cock twitched, hardening fully under that wide-eyed stare. Felix whimpered again, knees buckling as he backed up a step, but Chris was already striding forward, predator in motion, muscles flexing with lethal grace.
"D-Dad—Chris—I didn't mean—" Felix stammered, heart hammering, but the words died as Chris closed the distance in three long steps. Big hands shot out, grabbing Felix's slim wrists and yanking him forward. Felix yelped, stumbling into that sweat-slicked chest, the scent of man and musk overwhelming. Chris shoved him backward, pinning him against the sofa in the adjacent living room, the leather cool against Felix's heated skin.
"You little slut," Chris growled, looming over him, one knee forcing Felix's thighs apart. His cock pressed against Felix's belly, hot and insistent, as he crashed their mouths together.
It wasn't a kiss—it was a claiming, teeth nipping, tongue invading deep, dominating every inch. Felix moaned into it, helpless, his body betraying him as his hips bucked up, pussy throbbing with need. Chris's hands roamed rough, shoving up the hoodie to grope at Felix's small tits, pinching the nipples hard enough to make him cry out.
Chris broke the kiss with a wet smack, breath hot against Felix's ear. "Been listening to you at night, kitten. Whimpering my name while you finger that greedy little hole. Thought I didn't know?"
He slapped Felix's cheek lightly, then harder, the sting blooming red. Felix gasped, tears pricking his eyes, but his pussy clenched harder, arousal dripping down his thighs. "Filthy babydoll, dressing like a whore for me. Time to give you what you've been begging for."
Felix shook his head, whispering protests, but Chris ignored them, ripping the shorts down in one yank. The cool air hit Felix's exposed pussy, slick and puffy, folds glistening. Chris's eyes darkened, fingers probing roughly, sliding through the wetness. "What the fuck—" He froze, then pushed a thick finger inside, feeling no cock, just tight, virgin walls clenching around him. Felix sobbed, "Please, no—it's—I'm—"
Realization hit Chris like a freight train. Transmale. His stepson was a goddamn transmale virgin, hiding this perfect secret pussy from him. Rage boiled up, mixed with a surge of possessive lust so intense his cock leaked pre-cum against Felix's thigh.
"You sneaky little trans bitch," he snarled, slapping Felix's face again, harder, then grabbing his jaw to force eye contact. "All this time, prancing around like a femboy tease, and you had this wet cunt waiting for me? Pisses me off, Lixie. Should've told your daddy sooner." But the anger only fueled his sadism, his finger thrusting deeper, curling to hit that spot that made Felix arch and wail.
"N-no, Chris, it hurts—stop—" Felix begged, but Chris laughed, dark and cruel, adding a second finger, stretching him brutally. The squelch of his pussy filled the room, wet and obscene, as Chris pumped in and out, thumb grinding against Felix's swollen clit. "Hurts? That's the point, whore. You're mine now. Gonna ruin this virgin hole." He yanked his fingers free, slick with Felix's juices, and smeared them across the boy's lips. "Taste yourself, little one. Sweet slut pussy."
Felix gagged as Chris forced the fingers into his mouth, but the taste—salty, musky—only made him whimper more. Chris's free hand wrapped around his own cock, stroking the thick shaft, veins bulging, head purple and angry. "Stroke it, babydoll. Give Daddy a handjob like the good whore you are." He grabbed Felix's trembling hand, wrapping it around his girth.
Felix's fingers barely met, the heat searing, as Chris guided him up and down, growling with pleasure. Pre-cum slicked the way, Felix's strokes turning sloppy from tears and fear, but Chris thrust into his fist, hips snapping. "Faster, filthy bitch. Make it good or I'll make it worse."
The forced rhythm had Chris moaning low, but he wasn't done. With a shove, he flipped Felix over his lap, ass up, pussy exposed and dripping. "Time for your punishment, kitten." His palm cracked down on Felix's ass cheek, the slap echoing sharp, skin turning pink instantly. Felix screamed, body jolting, but Chris held him pinned with one arm across his back. Another slap, harder, then another, alternating cheeks until they burned red, welts rising. "Count them, slut. Thank me for teaching you."
"O-one... th-thank you, Daddy," Felix sobbed, voice breaking, but his pussy betrayed him, clenching visibly, more slick leaking out. Chris's eyes zeroed in, sadistic grin widening. He spread Felix's thighs wider, exposing the puffy clit, and brought his hand down right on it—sharp, stinging slap that made Felix buck and howl.
"Ahh! No—please!" The pain shot straight to pleasure, his walls fluttering empty. Chris spanked the clit again, then the folds, skin slapping wetly against wet skin, each impact sending jolts through Felix's body. "That's for hiding from me, trans bitch. This cunt is mine." Five, six slaps, until Felix was a trembling mess, sobbing and grinding back despite himself.
Chris's cock throbbed against Felix's belly, leaking steadily. He couldn't wait anymore. Flipping Felix onto his back on the sofa, he grabbed a fistful of hair, yanking his head forward. "Open up, Lixie. Deepthroat Daddy's cock." Felix's lips parted on a gasp, and Chris shoved in, the thick head breaching his throat.
Felix gagged immediately, eyes watering, throat convulsing around the intrusion. Chris didn't ease up—thrusting deep, balls slapping Felix's chin, growling as saliva dripped down. "Fuck, yes—take it, whore. Choke on it." He face-fucked him relentlessly, hips snapping, the glug-glug sounds mixing with Felix's muffled whimpers and Chris's moans. Tears streamed, but Chris slapped his cheek mid-thrust. "No biting, little one. Swallow every inch."
Pulling out with a pop, strings of spit connecting them, Chris positioned himself between Felix's legs. His cock nudged the slick entrance, teasing the folds. "Beg for it, babydoll. Tell Daddy you want him to rape this virgin pussy."
Felix shook his head, whispering no, but Chris slapped his tits, twisting the nipples until he broke. "P-please... fuck me..." Chris snarled, slamming in with one brutal thrust. Felix screamed, the stretch burning, his walls clamping down on the massive intrusion. No mercy—Chris pulled back and pounded in again, deeper, the sofa creaking under them.
"Tight as fuck," Chris groaned, eyes rolling back as he set a punishing pace, cock dragging against every ridge inside. Wet slaps filled the air—skin on skin, his balls smacking Felix's ass with each thrust. Felix's pussy sucked him in, gushing around the girth, the obscene squelch mixing with his whimpers.
Chris leaned down, choking him with one hand, thumb pressing his windpipe. "Look at you, taking Daddy's cock like a good slut. This what you dreamed of? Me bending you over, choking the life out of you while I wreck your cunt?" Felix could only nod, gasping, stars bursting as oxygen cut off, pleasure coiling tight.
He abused Felix's body without pause—slapping his face, his tits, pinching and twisting until bruises bloomed. Fingers dug into hips, pulling him onto every thrust, the head battering Felix's cervix. "Gonna fill you up, kitten. Breed this trans bitch pussy." Felix came first, shattering around him, walls pulsing, squirting messily onto Chris's abs. But Chris didn't stop—thrusting through it, growling, "Cum again, whore. Milk my cock." He flipped Felix onto his stomach, yanking his hips up for backshots, pounding relentlessly. The angle hit deeper, Felix's cries turning to moans, body surrendering even as his mind reeled.
Chris's sadism peaked—he reached around, fingers rubbing Felix's clit roughly, forcing another orgasm as he chased his own. "Here it comes, Lixie—Daddy's cum for his filthy little one." With a roar, he buried deep, cock swelling as ropes of hot cum shot inside, flooding Felix's pussy, leaking out around the seal.
But he wasn't done. Pulling out, he stroked himself over Felix's face, the next load splattering across cheeks and lips—thick, white streaks. "Eat it, babydoll. Lick up every drop." Felix's tongue darted out weakly, gagging on the salty bitterness as Chris smeared it in, forcing more down his throat.
Finally, spent but still possessive, Chris hauled Felix into his lap, cock softening against his thigh, cum dripping from the abused pussy. "You're mine now," he murmured, voice rough with satisfaction, hand stroking the red marks on Felix's ass.
"No more hiding, trans slut. Daddy's gonna use this body every day." Felix trembled, exhausted and claimed, the line between fear and want blurred forever in the ruins of his innocence.
