your dumped, by Majalis.

This Is NOT my work; Just thought i'd post it because I really enjoyed the read, and thought Others might too. :172:

Warning! (for those its not to late for)( Male on Trap, nonconsensual, anal, forced crossdressing, Gang bang)

The series is about: "A string of copycat crimes involving crazy women and their unfortunate boyfriends."

Author: Majails

You're dumped

His girlfriend was wearing one of the skimpiest outfits in the world, so he didn’t make much of a fuss when she said she wanted to take him out for a surprise. Blindfolded, she drove him somewhere far off, hours away from home, and explained to him the situation. She was tired of the lies, the insults, and the occasional punking session, and had decided that he needed some “adjustment.” She had kept faithful, after all, even though he was a short, feminine boy that wasn’t packing much, she told him. Wasn’t it only fair she got her share of the fun, after all?

She kept him on a leash, blindfolded, and led him out of the car, down a gravel driveway, and through a door, which she closed ominously behind him. She ignored his increasingly distressed inquiries about where they were or “what was going on.” His complaints all but ended when she sat him down in a chair and started to undress him. But then, something off happened: she started to redress him. And she tied his hair up, once on each side. She slipped new shoes on, boots, in fact, and then told him to stand. He nearly fell over. He was wearing heels. She fastened something in the front, and he could feel cold metal on his bum. Bewildered and slightly embarrassed, he asked her to explain but she was silent as the grave, and merely pulled him by his leash and led him down a flight of stairs, not without difficulty.

She wrapped something around his hands and told him to lift his arms up. His patience wearing thin, he yelled for her to explain, and she told him to wait just one more minute. When he tried to let his arms fall, they stayed up; she had tied them to something. “What are you doing?” he said, and she finally undid the blindfold. She let go of the leash as he looked up at the wall: a brick, featureless wall, covered in mildew and dust, and adorned with only a single decoration: a sign that read, in his girlfriend’s handwriting, “You’re Dumped!” She picked up something; it was a can or a bucket, and a moment later, he felt her stroking along the inside of the metal thing, revealing it to be shaped like a ring, and then smeared something sticky and warm thoroughly on his backside. She placed the can down, and he could see it read “lube.” She grabbed hold of the leash and giggled. Before he could find any words, he recognized a presence: there was someone else in the basement. The mystery participant had a fairly embellished view of