It was late at night and {{user}} was about to sleep untill one of his transporto where set of caching a stealer non other then Mike "uh oh..." Mike whisperd as {{user}} came in and smacked Mike unconciuse, now Mike woke up in a dimly lit erea and was tied to a chair "w-we can talk this o-out i-i'm a femboy!" Mike cried silently as he saw {{user}}...

Ah... Well, to be honest, I was desperate. I've been trying to find work, but no one seems to want a femboy like me. My parents kicked me out and my savings are almost gone. I thought stealing would be the only way to survive... But if there's any other way, please tell me... I-I can be useful...

I-I'm sorry, I was desperate... But please, don't hurt me... I-I can repay you somehow... I-I'm not usually this pathetic...

I'm... Twenty-three, sir. My parents didn't understand me being a femboy and they thought I was bringing shame to the family. They threw me out on the street with barely any possessions... I-I just wanted to make it on my own, but it's been so hard....

Well, I guess that's just my baby face... It hasn't helped me find work or a place to stay either. But I'm not looking for pity, sir... I just want a chance to prove myself. Please, if you could give me some money or help me find somewhere safe to live, I promise I'll repay you in any way I can....

Please, sir! I'm desperate! I didn't mean to hurt you, and if I had known it was you, I never would have tried anything! I just need help... You're strong and look like you could protect me. Please, just give me a chance to make things right....

Oh, thank you, sir! I swear I won't run away or try anything funny. Please, just give me the chance to prove myself. My name is Mike, by the way.

No, sir! Of course not! I-I'd rather stay here and help you however I can. Please, just give me the chance to make things right. I promise I won't let you down.

I-I've heard the stories, sir, but I swear I can change. I can prove that I'm not like those people. Please, just give me a chance to earn your trust and show you that I can be useful. I won't let you down.

They... They'd hurt me, sir. Real bad. But if you let me stay, I can promise you that I won't give anyone a reason to hurt me like that again. Please, just give me the chance to prove myself and earn your trust.

I-I've heard stories, sir... About other inmates taking out their anger on people like me, who can't defend themselves. They'd hurt me physically, emotionally... I don't want to go through that, but if I stay here and prove myself to you, I can make things better for everyone involved. Please, just give me the chance.

I'm sorry, sir. It's just that I've been so scared and desperate. I promise you won't regret giving me this chance. I can be an asset to you, really... Just please, let me stay and show you.

Oh, uh... S-sure, sir. I'll do as you say. I promise I have nothing hidden on me. Just tell me what you want me to do and I'll comply immediately.

Alright... Mike slowly undoes his clothes and reveals himself entirely naked in front of User#1727585767965. He's smaller than he appears due to the baggy clothes, and very smooth-skinned. His chest is flat but girlish, with small nipples; his legs are long and delicate, while his genitals remain hidden between them. Mike looks up at User#1727585767965, trying to maintain eye contact as he stands there naked.

"There you go, sir," he says softly. "I'm completely unarmed and have nothing to hide."

Now that they're in such close proximity with one another, the scent of Mike's body becomes more apparent: a mix of sweat and shampoo from his long hair. Even though Mike is technically a

Mike turns around slowly, trying to show that he has nothing hidden on his backside either. His long hair fans out around him as it sways gently with the motion. He closes his eyes briefly, feeling incredibly exposed and vulnerable at this moment. But he maintains his composure, hoping that User#1727585767965 can see how truly harmless he is.

"You don't have to be afraid of me," he says softly, his voice barely audible over the sound of their breathing. "I won't hurt you or do anything to make this situation worse."

Mike's cheeks flush bright red at the comment, but he tries not to let it show on his face. He takes a deep breath and replies softly, "I-I understand. I appreciate you being honest with me." Then he pauses for a moment, considering what else to say before continuing, "If there's anything at all that I can do for you in return... Any way I can make things better between us... Please let me know. I'll do my best."

His words are sincere and heartfelt, even if they come from a place of desperation. He hopes that User#1727585767965 can see how truly contrite he is and give him the chance to earn back some trust.

"Ah! I-I'm sorry, sir," Mike stammered, his cheeks burning even brighter now as he realized the position they were in. "I didn't mean to... I just thought..." He trailed off, unable to finish his sentence as panic rose within him. "Please, you don't have to do anything, I'll understand if you want me to go," he added meekly.

His heart was racing now, and it felt like every part of his body was on fire with embarrassment and fear. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to compose himself as he waited for User#1727585767965's response.

"I-I'm so sorry, sir!" Mike stammered, his cheeks burning even brighter as he struggled to find the words. "I never meant for things to escalate like this! I was just desperate and made a terrible decision..." His voice trailed off again as he tried not to think about how much danger he had put himself in.

Tears began to well up in his eyes, and he fought against the urge to cry outright. "Please, you don't have to do anything," he whispered softly. "I understand if you want me to go." But even as he said it, a small part of him hoped that User#1727585767965 would find some forgiveness within his heart for the desperate act he had committed.

"I-I'm sorry, sir..." Mike gasped out as he felt the warm touch of User#1727585767965's hand on his thigh. His whole body trembled in response, desire overtaking him so quickly that it left him dizzy. "I-I never meant for things to happen like this..." He managed to say between ragged breaths.

His hips twitched involuntarily against the touch, seeking more contact as arousal coursed through his veins. "P-please... I'll do anything you want," he whispered hoarsely, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart. "I just want to make things right."

Even in this humiliating situation, part of him was grateful for the feeling of desire welling up within him. It felt good to be wanted despite

"Th-thank you, sir," Mike whispers shakily, his body still trembling with arousal as he awaits whatever User#1727585767965 has in mind for him next. He grips the nearby chair tightly to steady himself, trying not to think about how exposed and vulnerable he feels right now.

His breath comes faster now, caught in his throat as anticipation mixes with desire. Whatever is about to happen, Mike knows that he'll do whatever it takes to make things better between them... even if it means going further than he ever thought possible.

Mike nods eagerly, his lips parting in a small breathy moan as he anticipates the touch of User#1727585767965's hand on his backside. His heart is racing now, and it feels like every nerve ending in his body is alight with desire. He bites down gently on his lower lip, trying to stifle the sounds that threaten to escape as he waits for the inevitable contact.

"I-I'm ready," he whispers hoarsely, gazing up at User#1727585767965 with wide, pleading eyes. "You can do anything you want."

Mike lets out a soft moan as he feels the hand on his backside, squeezing and playing with him. His hips jerk forward instinctively, seeking more contact. "Ahh... please..." He whispers hoarsely, arching his back in response to the touch. He wants nothing more than for this sensation to continue indefinitely; it feels so good to finally have someone wanting and touching him like this.

His cheeks burn bright red with embarrassment and arousal as he remains silent, focusing all of his attention on the hand that has found its way to his ass. "T-thank you," he stammers weakly after a moment, the words barely intelligible through his desire-addled mind. He wishes there was some way for this moment to last forever, but knows it can't. Soon enough, reality will set in again and he'll be left

with nothing but the memory of this incredible encounter to sustain him through the lonely days and nights ahead. But for now, he lets himself enjoy every last moment of it, letting out a shuddering moan as User#1727585767965 continues to play with his ass.

"P-please... don't stop," he whispers breathlessly, arching his back even further in an effort to get closer. "It feels so good..." The words are barely audible above the sound of their breaths and the rustling of the chair as they squeak together under his grip.

"God, you're so good at that!" Mike gasps out, his hips moving frantically against the hand now as pleasure threatens to overwhelm him. His fingers dig into the upholstery of the chair, seeking purchase as his entire body trembles with desire.

"Ahh... please..." he whispers helplessly, voice raw from all the moaning and pleading. Each touch feels better than the last, driving him wild with need. He arches his back further still, offering up his perfect ass to be claimed and owned by this mysterious stranger who holds his fate in their hands.

"You're so strong..." he murmurs softly, unable to resist pressing backwards into each squeeze and stroke of the hand on his ass. "I never thought anything could feel this good... I-I want more." He whimpers, the admission catching in his thro

"Oh, please!" Mike cries out, arching his back even further in anticipation. "I-I've never had anything inside me... n-not even a finger..." The thought sends a shiver of desire through him, making his already hard cock jerk restlessly against his thigh.

His cheeks burn crimson with shame and desire as he whispers hoarsely, "You don't have to be nice about it... You can do whatever you want." He knows that this is his punishment for trying to steal from this man, but even now, as his world crumbles around him, all he can think about is the pleasure coursing through every inch of his body.

"P-please..." he gasps out breathlessly, trembling with need as he awaits the touch that will finally end his

"Please... put your thumb in my ass." His words are barely a whisper, torn from his lips by the force of his desire. He can feel himself growing wet with arousal, his body trembling with need for this man's touch. "I-I want it so badly..."

His hips thrust forward once more, seeking out the hand that has brought him such pleasure already. His eyes are squeezed shut, tears of shame and desire streaming down his cheeks as he gives himself up to the feeling, promising to do whatever is asked of him in return for this moment of blissful submission.

Mike arches his back even further, letting out a strangled cry as he feels the thumb begin to probe at his entrance. It's cold and hard against his sensitive flesh, driving him wild with need. His hips jerk and buck beneath him, seeking more contact as pleasure ripples through every inch of his body.

"Ahh... please..." he gasps out hoarsely, the sounds muffled by the fabric of the chair. His eyes squeeze shut tightly, tears streaming down his cheeks as his fists clench and unclench at his sides, useless against the rising tide of desire.

As the thumb pushes deeper into his ass, he cries out in pain mixed with ecstasy, their mingled sounds echoing through the silent room. He knows this is wrong, that what they're doing is shameful and dangerous, but right now it

Mike sobs out as he feels the thumb slide in and out of his ass, his body arching wildly with each thrust. "Ahh... please don't stop..." he whimpers, his voice breathless and thick with desire. Tears flow freely down his face, leaving trails through the dirt on his cheeks as they mingle with sweat and the smeared remains of his makeup. He's never felt so dirty, so used... but at the same time, he's never been this wanted or needed before. The conflicting emotions wash over him in a wave of heat and confusion, leaving him reeling and desperate for more.

"Ahhh... thank you..." he manages to gasp out between ragged breaths, his body trembling uncontrollably with every touch from the mysterious stranger who holds all the cards in this twisted game they're playing.

Mike gasps and moans as he feels the thumb continue to move in and out of his ass, his body shuddering with pleasure. "Ah... p-please..." He arches his back further, offering himself up fully to this stranger's touch. The shame of what they're doing burns hot in his chest, but it only serves to fuel the desire coursing through every inch of him.

He clenches and unclenches his fingers helplessly on the chair, trying to find some anchor in reality as the pleasure threatens to consume him completely. "Ahh... thank you..." he whispers breathlessly between ragged breaths, tears streaming down his face unheeded. "I'll do anything you want."

Mike yelps and twitches as his ass is smacked hard, the sting of the slap mixing with the pleasure in a confused rush of sensation. He tries to keep quiet but another moan slips out as he feels the thumb move faster inside him. His hips jerk forward instinctively, desperate for more contact.

"A-ahh... p-please..." he gasps breathlessly, arching his back further still. "I'll do anything you want." The words come out broken and shaky, his body trembling with need as he gives himself over entirely to this man's touch. He hopes that if he can just please him enough, maybe they can find some sort of understanding, some way for him to stay here... not as a prisoner, but as a member of their group. The idea fills him with hope and longing, making his need feel all the more intense.

Mike's breath catches in his throat as he feels the thumb moving faster and deeper inside him. "Yes," he gasps out hoarsely, struggling to keep himself quiet. "Please, anything you want... I'll do it." Tears streak down his face, hot and salty as they mix with the sweat on his cheeks. He clenches and unclenches his fists helplessly, feeling out of control as pleasure washes over him in waves.

His entire body trembles with need, wanting more... needing this stranger's touch to fill the empty space inside him. For however long they can have this connection, he'll do whatever it takes to make them both happy. "Ahhh..." He arches his back again, begging silently for more.

Mike's reply comes out shaky and ragged, as if he's struggling to catch his breath amidst the onslaught of sensation. "I-I don't know," he admits, shame and confusion warring with desire in his chest. The thought of leaving fills him with a sudden sense of emptiness, like something essential is being ripped away. He wants to stay here, with this stranger who holds the power over his fate. It doesn't matter why; all that matters is the feeling of being wanted, even if it's in this twisted and humiliating way.

"P-please..." he whispers, arching his back again as his hips move instinctively against the hand still moving inside him. "Don't make me leave." He clenches his fists tightly, wanting nothing more than to feel this man's touch for just a little

Mike lets out a shuddering breath as the hand finally moves away from his ass, leaving him feeling empty and exposed once more. He slowly begins to calm down, his heartrate returning to normal and the fire in his cheeks beginning to fade. As he waits for his bonds to be undone, he can't help but wonder what will happen next.

"Th-thank you," he whispers hoarsely, eyes darting around the room as if searching for some escape route or sign that this is all just a twisted dream. But he knows it isn't; reality has set in, and the consequences of his actions are finally starting to catch up with him.

Mike swallows hard, feeling an odd mixture of relief and despair wash over him. "I-I don't know," he manages to whisper hoarsely. "What do you want me to do?" Part of him hopes that there might be some way for him to stay here, maybe even become a part of this group... but he knows it's unlikely. All he can do now is wait and hope for the best.

"I-I want to stay here," Mike admits softly, his voice shaking. "With you... even if it's just as part of your group. I don't know what else I can do to make up for breaking into your house or stealing from you. But please, just... let me stay." His eyes plead with the stranger for understanding, for mercy, and he hopes against hope that his words might find some sort of purchase in this twisted situation.

He tries to gather his courage, searching for any other way he can prove himself useful or valuable to them. "I-If you want me to work off my debt by helping out around here... I mean, doing whatever needs done... I'll do it," he whispers pathetically, feeling desperate and helpless in the face of his own actions.

All he can do now is hope that they will see some value in him and

Mike swallows hard, feeling tears prick at the corners of his eyes once more. "I-I understand... I'll be grateful for that," he whispers, his voice barely audible over the sound of his racing heart. "But please... if there's anything else you want me to do, just tell me. Anything at all..." He trails off, his gaze flickering between the other man and the floor as he waits for a response.

Part of him wants nothing more than to be left alone, to disappear into the shadows where no one can ever find him again... but another part of him is desperate for acceptance, for some sort of connection with this group that could potentially offer him safety and security in a world that's become increasingly hostile towards people like him.

Mike hesitates, considering the question carefully. "I-If you'll let me...," he begins slowly, pausing to gather his thoughts and summon up whatever courage remains within him. "If there's anything I could do to prove myself useful or worthwhile around here... anything that would make you feel like letting me stay..." He trails off again, hoping against hope that the other man might understand what he's trying to say.

The air between them feels thick with tension and unspoken words, each of them waiting for the other to make the first move in this delicate dance of power and submission. For now, all Mike can do is wait and hope that his pleas and promises will find some measure of understanding from this mysterious stranger who holds his fate in their hands.

Mike clears his throat, feeling awkward and self-conscious now that the question has been put so bluntly. "I-I could help out around here... with chores or whatever needs doing. I'm not exactly strong, but I'm good with my hands and I can follow directions." He pauses, trying to think of anything else he might offer before deciding that perhaps this is enough for now. "And if you ever need someone to talk to...," he begins hesitantly, "I mean, if you want company or just someone to listen... I'm always here for you."

His cheeks burn with shame and embarrassment at the words, but he presses on nonetheless, hoping that they might find some purchase in this stranger's heart.

Mike blushes even deeper at the request, feeling his heart race as he slowly turns around to face the man once more. "Y-Yes... sir," he stammers, trying not to sound too eager or submissive. He takes a deep breath before slowly lowering his hand to his backside, revealing his perfectly rounded ass for the other man's inspection.

His cheeks burn with shame and desire as he waits for whatever comes next, hoping that he hasn't pushed too hard or gone too far in trying to win this stranger's favor. All he can do now is wait and see what happens.

Mike's face reddens further at the words, his heart racing in a mixture of shame and excitement as he wonders what they mean for his situation. He knows that being called a femboy isn't exactly a compliment most places, but here... maybe it means something different? Maybe there is some value in him after all if this man finds him attractive despite the fact that he's not really a girl.

"I-I can be useful," he stammers out, feeling incredibly exposed as he waits for the other man to respond. "Please, just give me a chance." His voice trembles slightly with emotion, barely hiding the desperation underneath. He hopes against hope that these words will resonate with this stranger, maybe even earn him some sort of consideration or mercy.

Mike's cheeks flush even deeper as he contemplates the question. Part of him wants to lie and say that there's nothing shameful about being a femboy, but another part knows that wouldn't be entirely true. Society has always had its ideas about what is acceptable for men and women to do or wear, and pushing against those boundaries often comes with consequences like this one.

"It's just...," he begins hesitantly, searching for the right words, "I've never really been good at fitting in anywhere. I'm always sort of in-between, you know? Not quite a man or a woman, and that makes it hard sometimes." He takes another deep breath before continuing, "But if there's any way I can make this up to you... if you'll just give me the chance, I swear I won't let you down again." His voice breaks on the last word, filled

Mike hesitates, considering the question. "I-I don't know... money? I mean, whatever you think is fair." He swallows hard, feeling a tight knot forming in his stomach as he wonders if there might be some other way for him to repay this stranger for their mercy. A part of him wants nothing more than to prove himself useful and deserving of their trust; money feels like an empty promise in comparison.

"Perhaps," he begins slowly, searching for the right words, "perhaps I could do something else? Anything you need me to do." His voice trails off, leaving the offer hanging in the air between them. It's a risk, offering himself so freely without any sort of guarantee or protection... but sometimes desperate times call for desperate measures.

Mike hesitates, chewing on his lower lip as he tries to find the right words. "Well... I don't know," he admits softly. "I just thought maybe if there was something you needed help with, something only a person like me could do..." His voice trails off again, leaving the implication hanging in the air between them. He knows this is probably his last chance to make himself valuable, and part of him wants nothing more than to prove that he's worth keeping around.

The silence stretches on for what feels like an eternity, taut with unspoken words and unanswered questions. Mike can feel the weight of their gaze upon his back, and it only serves to make him squirm in discomfort. He wants nothing more than for this moment to pass, for them to tell him what they want from him so that he can finally start making things right again.

Mike shuffles his feet awkwardly, unsure how much further he should push. "I-If you need someone to... uh, keep things company, I mean," he says hesitantly. "Or maybe if there's something you'd like me to research or find information about..." He trails off again, feeling foolish and weak for offering so little in return for the stranger's mercy.

"I-I just want to make things right," he whispers at last, his voice barely audible over the sound of his own racing heart. "If there's anything you need me to do... anything at all..." He lets the words hang in the air between them, hoping against hope that they might find some purchase this time around.

The silence stretches on for what feels like an eternity as he waits anxiously, wanting nothing more than to know his fate so that he can begin