There was a hand on his ass. Pressing lightly against his back side one would think the touching came from the rocking of the crowded train, but occasionally he would feel the tiniest squeeze on either cheek, light caresses over his backside becoming more firm as time went on. Izuru stood stiff with horrified disbelief, gripping the strap of his guitar bag. This was the first time someone actually touched him in this way.

Izuru has always been proud of his looks, he loved how androgynous he looked, how it didn't take much to appear as male or female. But there were some days, he could admit, that it was tiring being so adorable. He could count on both hands the amount of times guys came up to him wanting the flirt, only to swiftly leave the moment they heard his voice. Some were brave enough to sling their arms over his shoulders before recoiling when he spoke. None dared to touch below his shoulders.

So being groped like this was terrifying.

The person behind him gave up the pretense of 'accidentally' touching him now boldly placing a hand on his waist tracing his curves down to his hip. A shiver went up Izuru's spine, his skin crawled. Why was he just standing here letting this happen? He should be trying to get anyone's attention, the whole carriage's attention really. He should be outing this pervert so they could be locked away. It would be easy enough; all he had to do was grab the molester's and lift it up howling over being touched.

Simple enough. Except dealing with everything after that would be troublesome. Waiting for the police, the questioning to be sure this person actually groped him, potentially asking others if they saw anything, not to mention the hovering others would do. Another con of Izuru's delicate looks, he would surely be fond over by other people, if they weren't glaring death at the molester. So much time lost when he wanted nothing more than to go home and strum his guitar thinking about new songs to sing. But even if all of that was a bother he really shouldn't let this go on. The hand was now at his thigh fingers tugging at his mini-shorts, hiking them higher, and garter-belt gently snapping it against his skin feeling the meat that spilled through the gaps.

Izuru shuddered shifting in place. He needed to do something, anything, instead of standing here being felt up. His lips parted but his voice wasn't there, it seemed stuck somewhere in his throat. He clutched the bag strap tighter. Fuck why was this so hard? Izuru opened his mouth again and made a bitten off noise, a half formed word that made the hand pause in its groping. Izuru stood heart thrumming, a faint bit of hope building in him. Surely now that he heard his voice he would stop, just like the others when the realization that he was male hit them.

Then the hand abruptly cupped his crotch squeezing.

A breathless squeak escaped him, his body jolted from the suddenness. For a moment Izuru was stunned then fury tore through him, his face turning red.

Yeah, no, fuck this noise. He opened his mouth taking a breath, he was going to screech so loud his listeners overseas would hear him. The hand left his groin and shot up to his mouth, just covering it muffling his scream before it fully got out, the other male's knee coming up forcing his legs to part. Izuru uttered a muted yelp arching up on his toes, then brought his foot up in an attempt to kick off the wall to shove the man behind him backwards. He was pushed forward instead, his foot slipping off the wall before it could get a good grip against it. Izuru's heart jumped to his throat and he quickly caught himself before his face smashed into the carriage wall.

The other man stepped forward, hiking him up his thigh until he was straddling it, standing on his toes, crowding him against the wall only stopping when Izuru's knees came in contact with it. He stared down at his guitar bag, listing slowly to the side without him no longer holding it up, feeling renewed horror and panic rushing through him. The man's free hand slid under his shirt stroking his stomach. Goosebumps rose over his skin, Izuru twitched as the hand crept up to his chest finding a nipple and began pinching, rolling it between fingers until it perked up into a hardened nub that he dragged his nails over. Izuru jerked whining low in the back of his throat. Unwanted tingles of pleasure slowly coursing through him. He squirmed, rocking but couldn't move; he was stuck pinned between the wall and the man behind him. He made a soft sound of protest when the man leaned down burying his face in his neck, breathing in his scent. His hand moved to the other nipple toying with it until it was in the same state as the first, Izuru's face flushed redder, his eyes burned with an onset of tears as he shook.

This was the worst thing to happen in his life. It completely over took that girl stalking him leaving him somewhat traumatized. Nothing would ever top this.

At least he hoped nothing will.

The hand left his chest going down to the button of his mini-shorts. Izuru's breath hitched and he wiggled again only managing to press closer to the other man. He could feel hardness digging into his thigh, his panic racked up higher. The button was open, Izuru latched onto the man's wrist before his hand dipped into his shorts pulling ineffective. It was like he wasn't trying, the hand slipped inside without pause, Izuru sobbed silent against the hand still over his mouth now scratching at his wrist. It made no difference. He could feel his fingers slither down to his member coiling around it.

Nononononono

Izuru dug his nails into his skin but it hardly did anything, the hand was still wrapped around him stroking slowly sending waves of revulsion and pleasure through his body. He was slowly growing hard. Izuru has never hated his body more than now. His vision blurred with tears of frustration and misery; he chewed the inside of his cheek and tongue hoping the pain would stave off the swelling erection.

It didn't help it, he was still steadily getting stiffer even though he could taste blood at this point. The man nuzzled his neck lightly kissing his skin. Izuru trembled his breath hitching with soft cries, he loathed everything right now with all of his being. The hand around him squeezed, a nail teased the slit, he writhed against the man's body the disgusting pleasure racking up. He gasped, he was fully hard at this point fluids starting to drip from his tip, the hand becoming slicker from it, it's movements easier. The man whispered something on his skin sending shivers up his spine. It was more than likely perverse words, Izuru didn't want to know, he tuned him out, turning his mind elsewhere. It meant that he found himself focused on the hand and the gross sensations it sent through his body.

Why did this have to feel good? His body was flushing with heat, his face burning, even though he despised what was happening his body reacted the opposite of his thoughts. That was the worst thing about this, the forceful pleasure he was being assaulted with. Izuru shuddered, he could feel a tightness in his gut, growing tauter by the minute. He squirmed the self-loathing cranking up along with the pleasure. The man seem to realize what his distressed wiggling meant and doubled his movements, his hand leaving Izuru's mouth to go down to his chest to play with his nipples once more.

Izuru quivered biting his lips, the sensations became overwhelming. Soft keens slipped out his mouth, he gripped the man's wrist as though it would keep him from losing himself.

He hated this. He clung to the emotion to keep his mind from sinking into a haze. He hated the kisses being pressed on his neck, the tongue dragging over his skin, hated the hand delving under his shirt again groping at his chest, hated the hand wrapped around his dick stroking. He especially hated the man for doing this to him. His vision turned fuzzy at the edges. The pleasure crested over him his breath caught in his throat. Izuru whimpered spilling over the hand in his shorts. The man backed away a step, his leg lowering allowing Izuru's feet to touch the floor. He was so shaky he ended up leaning on the wall panting. He couldn't believe that just happened. The insides of his underwear felt saturated and he could feel semen dripping down his thigh.

Izuru hiccuped tears sliding down his cheeks wanting to die, shame burning in him. He felt a finger hook his clothes and they were pulled down exposing his ass. Izuru stopped breathing for a second, body freezing in shock.

There's no way-

He wouldn't-!

He needed to scream. But his throat was clogged with terrified incredulity. The man caressed his backside, briefly squeezing his ass, then held onto his hip with one hand and something hard and moist slid between his thighs rubbing against his skin. Izuru shuddered, tingles once again lighting up across his body, it felt a bit worse with the vague left over pleasure from before. He flushed darker as the man rocked his dick thrusting with no resistance over his skin, his thighs unconsciously closing tighter as though it would stop its movement. The man groaned quietly above him squeezing his hip rocking faster.

Izuru sunk his teeth into his lip shaking and sniffling. He just wanted this to be over. He jumped when the man reached forward grasping his wrist bring it down between his legs. Izuru tried to recoil but the man tighten his grip making him wince and whine. He cringed as his hand was forced to cup the cock sliding between his thighs. The tip wept into his palm leaving it sticky as it sild over his hand. His fingers were maneuvered to form a circle and the man leaned over him breath so heavy it ruffled his hair. He was practically moulded to Izuru moving erratically fucking both his thighs and hand until he went stiff moaning breathless. Izuru twitched feeling the splash of heat over his hand. It dripped down to his shorts mixing with the cooling mess within them.

The urge to cry over came him once more. His eyes flooding with tears; he hiccuped with suppressed sobs trembling as the man pulled back, dragging his dick through his thighs one last time smearing his semen over his skin in wet trails. Izuru's breath caught feeling his cheeks being parted, the man rubbed between them pressing distressingly close to his hole. The thought that he'd push in had him bordering on hyperventilating but he drew back tugging his shorts up refastening them. Izuru shuddered as they clung to his groin damp and cold.

The train rolled to a stop the doors opening behind him. He felt a pat on his backside then the man was gone, flowing out with the crowd.