Rin stumbled out of the forest with a sob of relief. Clinging at the front of the dress to keep his manhood covered, he sprinted across the field of flowers. The perfumed trail of petals marked his way, but he didn't care as long as no one caught him running nearly naked from the forbidden woods.
He slowed as he approached the middle of the field, lowering his body slightly until his dress tugged on the petals. His eyes scanned the buildings that surrounded the Bordeli Forest, trying to determine where he was. When he spotted the Nissar bath house, he gave a little giggle. He was almost home.
Turning to walk parallel to the road that surrounded the woods, he kept his body low in the flowers and his fingers tight on the ragged remains of his outfit. His hand brushed against the brand, Barratt's mark, a few times and he felt a shiver of discomfort and uncomfortable pleasure coursing through his body.
His mind returned to Barratt. The low voice, the powerful muscles, the obscene cock. The way the man had easily forced Rin's shaft to pour out cum, forcing the pleasure out with nothing more than a cruel finger driving into his asshole. Rin's mind was terrified of him, but the words had their affect on his libido. Curiosity ran through Rin and he wondered how it would feel to submit to the powerful man.
“Oh, Pieter,” moaned Merci dangerously close.
Rin stopped. His fingers cracked as he tried to hold his dress. up. Heart pounding, he looked around the field of flowers for Merci and Pieter.
Just as he about to lower himself to his knees to hide, Merci sat up. The blonde was naked. She lifted herself up while looking down, no doubt at Pieter. A brief moment of maneuvering and then she sank down with a louder moan. “Oh, fuck, you feel good inside me.”
Pieter's hands reached up to grab Merci's breasts. The large fingers spread out over her rounded tits, but it was nothing compared to Barratt's hands.
Rin started to sink down.
Merci arched her back, the smell of sex filtering through the perfumed flowers. Her eyes rolled up but then she froze. “What the fuck!?”
Snapping her head forward, she stared straight at Rin. “You bitch!”
Rin whimpered. “I-I didn't—”
Pieter sat up sharply, pushing Merci back. “Rin!?”
Rin whimpered. “S-Sorry, I didn't realize you were here. I was just… I just want to go home.”
“You were spying on us!” snapped Merci as she scrambled to her feet. Her pussy hairs were damp with excitement and Rin could see her inner thighs glistening.
“I wasn't, I'm just—”
Pieter frowned, then slipped out from underneath Merci. When he stood up, his red cock bobbed in front of him. It was large, just as Rin remembered, but a smooth length of manhood instead of Barratt's ridges and bumps. He peered at Rin for a moment and Rin blushed from the intensity.
“Say, Merci,” started Pieter with a sly grin, “why don't we include her? I'm sure she could appreciate a proper boning.”
Merci turned on Pieter. “What? You want this cow!?”
Rin blushed hotly and clutched his dress tighter to his body. His cock jumped at the thought of Pieter's cock, but it wasn't nearly as intense as the thought of Barratt impaling him.
Pieter's eyes glanced at Rin, the naked gaze raking along the bare skin.
Rin flushed hotter.
“She's got something. And I'm sure she'll be hot with her face buried in your sloppy cunt while I'm reaming her out.”
Rin's eyes widened. He still struggled with the idea of sucking on a cock. Would Merci really force his head between her legs?
Merci's snarl faltered. “I… you won't enjoy it, right?”
“No, just want to teach her a lesson,” Pieter said in a voice that revealed his lie.
“You better not,” Merci warned as she turned back to Rin. “So, you want—”
Pieter pointed at Rin's belly. “When did you get that tattoo?”
Merci took a second look at Rin. “Tattoo, what tat—what happened to your dress?” she snapped.
Rin blushed and clamped both hands on his crotch, pressing his arms together to hide his tattoo. “I-I tripped! Yeah, just tripped. I was heading home to get a new dress.”
Merci stomped toward Rin, crushing flowers as she did. “Cow shit! You were fucking someone, weren't you? I knew you were a little cock tease but never a whore! Who is it? Who finally got your cunt sloppy?”
Rin stood up and backed away. He tripped and stumbled back. When he regained his balance, both Merci and Pieter were staring at him in shock. Trembling, Rin glanced down. His dress was torn open and his hand was no longer covering his tiny cock.
“Oh my gods,” gasped Merci, “you're a fucking boy!?”
Rin flinched at the sharp tone. He shook as he pressed his hand against his tiny penis.
“My god, you are a tiny little fuck, aren't you?” Merci grinned cruelly. She reached over and grabbed Rin's hand, yanking it away from his body before peering down. “No wonder you were such a fucking tease. Fat ass, those nasty curls, but you couldn't do anything, could you?”
Something flashed in Merci's eyes. “Oh, you wanted Pieter to fuck you, didn't you? Like a little cunt?”
Rin blushed hotly. Trembling, he looked over at Pieter who had an expression of pity and disgust on his face. Any hope of the young man finding Rin attractive was crushed at the moment their eyes met.
Pieter pulled a face, his cock drooping with his thoughts. “Gods above, I can't believe I was going… I think I'm going to be sick.”
Rin whimpered. “I-I'm sorry.”
Merci laughed loudly. “See, tiny dick? He want a real woman, not a pathetic little thing whose balls haven't even dropped.”
Tears ran down Rin's face. “I-I…”
The blonde reached down and slapped Rin's cock. Then she stood up, breasts rising as she arched her back. “Now, go run home while I make sure the nine villages all know about your little,” she smirked, “dick.”
Sobbing once again, Rin pulled the remains of his dress together and race for home.