Rin sat on his bed, hunched over his lap with tears raining down his arms. For the last hour, he had been crying as he tried to get over the humiliation of being caught by Merci and Pieter. Every time he thought the tears had stopped, someone would come around the house and he would hear them talking about him. By the time the sun set, Merci had made sure the entire village knew his secret.
Trembling, he pulled his face away from his palms. His eyes and lungs ached from his crying but he couldn't do it anymore. It felt like a knife had been jammed inside him and Merci was doing nothing but twisting the handle.
He didn't know why she hated him. He was pretty, he knew that, but it had to be something more than a rounded ass and heart-shaped face. There had to be something, but every word he heard through the windows and through the cracks was about his body and his tiny dick. Rin sniffed and used a towel to blot his face. It ached from rubbing too far and he could see his nose was pink from his sorrow.
Rin saw scratches and cuts along his body, along with smeared mud and leaves. In his effort to escape Barratt, he had made a mess of himself and his now ruined dress. He considered soaking in the bath house and the idea of sinking into hot water brought a measure of hope. Everything would be better if he could just clean up before he faced the humiliations in the morning.
Still trembling, he forced himself to his feet and inched over to the window. Lifting on corner of the curtain, he peered outside to see if anyone was waiting for him. For the last few hours, it had been quite but that didn't mean they were ready to ambush him. He didn't see anyone, so he peered out another window and then a third, trying to see every shadow and hiding spot visible from the cottage.
He didn't spot anyone. The fear continued to hang over him. Despite that, he stripped out of his boots and the remains of his dress. He hesitated when his thumb ran along the burnt edge of the fabric where Barratt branded him.
Fear prickled his skin as he peered down at his flat, pale belly. The sharp lines of the brand were still there, marked as belonging to the man inside the forest. The symbol for the Ring Villages was obvious even from a distance, the black lines of the brand were almost startling. He gingerly touched the brand, expecting it to hurt, but the action only brought a dull ache sparking along his senses.
Taking a deep breath, Rin decided to risk heading to the bathhouse. It was later than normal, almost midnight. The others should be sleeping, not waiting to ambush in the morning with more humiliations.
He grabbed his bathing robe and a towel, just as he had done for years, and then inched over to the door. Cracking it open, he peered around. When he saw no one, he slipped out and started toward the bath house. Just as he reached the corner, he decided to go a different, longer route and headed the other way instead. It took him longer, but every step in the summer-heated night left him with a growing feeling of dread.
Soon, it wasn't just a fear of the villagers watching him but of Barratt. The powerful man intruded his thoughts, the humiliating words that came out of his mouth were lusty instead of mocking. He had called Rin a “cum bucket” not because of an insult, but simply because that is what Barratt would have done to Rin if he stayed.
As Rin continued to sneak around the village, his thoughts grew hotter as he imagined Barratt touching him. The large cock was terrifying, what he wanted to do to Rin just as much, but it was also alluring. Barratt was aggressive, violent, and terrifying, but Rin's cock twitched with every thought.
“Quite,” hissed someone. It was Samantha. “I think I hear her… him.”
Rin froze, his body shielded by the shadows formed by a light near the back side of bath house. He cringed, waiting for an attack, but when no one jumped, he relaxed and shifted closer to the door. Peering around the corner, he looked at his destination.
It only took a few minuets to spot a dozen teenagers and young adults hanging around the bathhouse. He spotted Merci after a few minutes, she was standing next to Pieter. Both of them had their backs to Rin as they watched from their own shadows. Everyone stared in the direction Rin had always followed on his way to the baths.
Rin fought back a sob. They were going to ambush him, either outside of the bath house or after he went inside. He could too easily imagine them waiting until he was naked and then bursting in. There was only two doors in the baths and there was enough people surrounding it to ensure he couldn't escape.
A fresh tear ran down his cheeks. Everything had gone wrong, just because he went into the forbidden forest. And the only one who wanted him now was Barratt, the very creature who promised that he would use Rin as nothing more than a fuck toy.
His breath grew hot as he stared at the backs of everyone who hated him. He needed something, someone to confide in. Or at least to shelter him.
Slowly, Rin lifted his gaze to the forest visible between the houses. Even in the middle of the night, with a full moon shining down across the fields, he could see the black tree line. Inside there, somewhere, Barratt promised to fuck him until he screamed. Rin imagined Barratt waited at the edge, hard cock in hand.
“Remember,” whispered Merci, “wait until the pussy gets inside. Then we'll teach him what a real man does to cunts that pretend to be girls.”
“And no one is going to talk about it?” asked Pieter in a low voice.
“Honey, everyone is going to be fucking that ass before the night is through. And he's going to be sucking every cock and cunt in the village. Don't worry, no one will say anything when our parents get back.”
“Good,” said Pieter, “I can't wait to see his lips around my balls.” His voice was hopeful and excited, as if he was looking forward to raping Rin.
On the other side, Jacob chuckled. “I have a few things planned myself.”
There was a smack as Samantha hit her boyfriend.
The words pushed Rin over the side. He shook his head and turned around, sneaking away from the bath house and into the darker parts of the village. He told himself he was going home, but his route took him around the far edge of the village, closest to the forest.
A few minutes later, he stood in the middle of the flower field, hesitation stopping his feet. The purple flowers shone brilliantly in the moonlight, a field of living stars wavering around his knees. His bathing robe was open, exposing his small cock and hard nipples to the air, but it was almost freeing.
He looked at the treeline only thirty meters away. He knew that if he entered, there was nothing besides sex for the rest of the night. The images of Pieter's cock plunging in Merci was replaced with the imagined sensation of Barratt's twisted, bulbous shaft driving into Rin's tight ass. The orgasm from earlier, his first ever, hovered along his senses, reminding him that there was a promise of pleasure inside the woods.
Gulping, Rin stepped forward. His bare feet crushed one of the flowers and his path left a dark path in the shimmering field. He didn't care anymore. At least in the woods, he would find something other than humiliation.
He took another step and then a third. With a shrug of his shoulders, he let the robe slip off his shoulders until he was naked in the field. Pale skin glowed like the flowers, the only thing marring his skin was the black runes of Barratt's mark and the tiny, hard dick underneath.
Rin's heart pounded violently but he took another step, this one without hesitation, and then he ran for the woods.