Rape me I’m FTM

I want to be forced to clean up your house in nothing but an apron, all the rest of my body I am so shy about exposed to air. I want to be scrubbing the floors and just when I'm done have you come up behind me and shove yourself inside of me, face down into the floors I'd been cleaning.

"Such a good boy for me, getting all this cleaned. You deserve a reward."

So degrading, having my reward for being forced to clean messes that aren't even mine in nothing to be pleasuring you. But here I was, tits flying free from the lose fabric, swinging lewdly and brushing against the cold tile as you fucked into me, slamming deep with each stroke.

"Once I'm through with you, you'll have no choice but to stay here and be my cute little live in bitch."

The realization dawned far too late what that meant.  He's going to cum in me. I didn't want to get pregnant, I've always railed against submitting to any kind of feminine roles, let alone bearing children. My body, however, seemed to work against me, tightening up in response to this news just causing moans from the man above me.

"Please don't." I whined.

"Don't worry, I'll support you my sweet boy."

It didn't take even a few more thrusts for him to bury deep in me. I felt the warmth rush through my insides. I hadn't taken any birth control since starting testosterone. Once he pulled out I felt his cum slowly drip from my hole and onto the floor I had just cleaned.

"Oh damn we made a mess, guess you'll have to clean it all up again. You'll get some more rewards that way too. Got to make sure this sticks." He rubbed my flat stomach, and I couldnt help but find myself wanting it as much as I found myself hating it.

Either way, I had a new life ahead of me.