Black Vengeance (futa/male, interracial, rape, size difference, muscle)

These things were made clear to Jesse, who was now all alone on the dark streets of the ghetto, regretting ever setting foot there. It was no place for someone like him - a weak, frail little thing, with a height just a few inches over five feet. All he wanted was to get home faster, to a warm blanket and a cup of tea, after getting constantly hounded by his boss and customers at the burger joint where he worked. It was just his luck that the last bus left only five minutes before his shift was finally over.

Jesse had lived a comfortable life, sheltered from any hardships a shy, cute, effeminate boy like him would be expected to endure. He had never set foot in a place like this before, having only lived downtown with his mother up until recently, when he finally decided that it was time to move out and try standing on his own legs. His thick, feminine legs, with a big, round ass most women could only dream of attaining.

His friends, who were all female, had given him nothing but praise for it, saying they would kill to have hips like him. Unbeknownst to them however, it had done nothing but shatter poor little Jesse’s confidence even further. It was something he hated about himself, how every ounce of fat on his body, and what little muscle mass he had all seemed to gather in a the least masculine places possible.

It wasn’t uncommon for him to be mistaken for a girl, made more understandable by the fact that he had no body hair to speak of and a face that would have passed for a girl’s, even without makeup. And it definitely didn’t do him any favors at this moment, when he found himself seemingly pursued by two scary looking men, through streets littered with trash and graffiti all over the walls. He wasn’t entirely sure if they were actually following him, after all he tried not to conform to any stereotypes regarding the people who lived in these kinds of areas. Still, it was always best to be careful, so when the two men seemed to pick up their pace, Jesse did the same.

“Why did I think this would be a good idea?” he thought to himself, looking over his shoulder as he started walking faster and faster. This was the most scared he had ever been in his life, and one of the only times he had felt like he was in any danger at all. The two men weren’t even particularly well built, nor did they look armed, but to Jesse, who would have struggled in a physical altercation with a 14 year old girl, they were terrifying. It didn’t help that it was way past sunset, shrouding most of their features in darkness.

Soon enough, Jesse’s pace was cranked up to running speed, as the men slowly closed the gap between them. His tired body was sweating and aching, his sports bag’s handle was digging into his shoulders, his big thighs rubbed against each other, slowly chafing away at his skin. In the heat of the moment he was able to ignore it, his mind already being clouded in fear.

***

With a slam against her table, Shauna clenched her teeth in anger. She stared at the words on her phone display, that had cracks riddled all over it.

“I’m sorry, Shauna. It’s just not working out.”

Why was it always so difficult? All she wanted was a bit of fun, but none of her love interests seemed to feel the same way. Her previous relationships had all ended like this. What felt like love at first sight every time always resulted in a breakup less than a month afterwards.

“Fuckin’ liars, all of ‘em,” she cursed quietly, rising from her seat by the small dinner table. “Probably already scissoring some other white bitch by now.” She opened her mostly empty freezer to look for some of the little food she had left, as the only immediate way to quell her anger was with

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