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Two boys, one FTM (biologically female) rape a cute little boy.

I never thought I would be in this situation. Growing up, I always felt different from the other boys. I didn’t understand why I felt more comfortable in boys’ clothes and playing with their toys. It wasn’t until I hit puberty that I realized I was transgender. I was Sasha, a boy with a pussy.

But being transgender wasn’t the only thing that set me apart. I also had a dark desire that I couldn’t control. I was a pe**phile. I was attracted to young boys, especially those who were barely in their prepubescent stage. And I loved to rape them.

It wasn’t something I was proud of. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t help it. The thrill of overpowering a young boy and taking what I wanted from him was intoxicating. It was a secret I kept hidden from the world, until I met Bellamy.

Bellamy was a 16-year-old boy with a cock that measured 10 inches. He was also a pe**phile, just like me. But unlike me, he was open about his desires. He didn’t hide it, and he didn’t care what anyone thought.

We met in a bathroom stall one day, both of us seeking out our next victim. I was surprised to see another boy like me, but I was also curious. Bellamy was confident and charming, and I found myself drawn to him.

‘Hey, what’s your name?’ He asked, his eyes scanning me up and down.

‘Sasha,’ I replied, feeling a little nervous.

‘Nice to meet you, Sasha. You have a pretty face,’ he said with a smile.

I blushed at his compliment, feeling a flutter in my chest. I had never been complimented by a boy before, let alone a boy who shared my dark desires.

‘So, you’re a pe**phile too?’ I asked hesitantly, not sure how he would react.

‘Yeah, I am. And I can tell you are too,’ he replied, his eyes lingering on my body.

I nodded, feeling a sense of relief that I had found someone who understood me.

‘Let’s team up. We can have twice the fun,’ he said, reaching out to touch my arm.

I hesitated, unsure if I wanted to work with someone else. But the thought of having a partner in my twisted desires was tempting.

‘Okay,’ I finally said, and Bellamy’s face lit up with a grin.

From that day on, we became partners in crime. We would meet up in bathroom stalls or dark alleys, scouting out our next victim. And today, we had our sights set on a 10-year-old boy that we had seen playing in the park.

We followed him to a nearby playground, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. When he wandered off to a secluded area, we pounced.

Bellamy grabbed him from behind, covering his mouth to stifle his screams. I quickly joined in, helping to hold him down as we dragged him into a nearby bathroom stall.

The boy was terrified, tears streaming down his face as he struggled against us. But we were stronger, and soon he was pinned to the floor, his pants pulled down.

‘Please, don’t hurt me,’ he whimpered, his voice barely audible.

‘Don’t worry, we won’t hurt you. We just want to have some fun,’ Bellamy said in a sickeningly sweet tone.

I could feel the excitement building inside of me as we stripped the boy of his clothes. He was so small and innocent, and I couldn’t wait to take him.

I positioned myself between his legs, my pussy dripping with anticipation. I could see Bellamy’s cock standing at attention, and I knew he was just as eager.

I leaned down and kissed the boy’s lips, feeling his body tense up in fear. But as I started to move my hips, he began to moan and push back against me.

I could feel my orgasm building already, and I knew Bellamy was close too. We moved in perfect sync, our hands roaming over the boy’s body as we took what we wanted from him.

When we were both spent, we collapsed on either side of the boy, panting heavily. He lay there, trembling and crying, his innocence stolen from him.

We quickly dressed and left the bathroom, leaving the boy lying there in a daze. As we walked away, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction and lust at the same time…I’d come back, for sure.