Noah's father owned an apartment in the city, where he often had to stay on business. He almost always took Noah with him on these stays, but Noah had never been allowed outside on his own before.
Noah shivered as a cold draft of air blew up his skirt. Ever since the photo shoot where Papa made him dress up like a girl so that he could have his picture taken and make them some money, Papa had a new fetish. Noah couldn't say he entirely disliked it; the girls' panties were tight and confining, but that also meant that there was no way for Noah to wear his cage in them without it being noticed, so Papa always let him out when he made Noah wear girl clothes.
When they'd gotten to the city this time, Papa had made Noah a deal. "I think you're old enough to go out a little by yourself, if you want to. So here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to let you go out into the city by yourself, but only if you're wearing the girl clothes when you do, okay? And when you get back, you have to tell me exactly what you did and anything that happened, in detail, okay?"
Noah had nodded, mind already racing with the possibilities. This meant that whenever he wanted out of his cage, if the pressure became too much for him, he could just say he was going out to the playground in the park across the street, and Papa would have to let him out of his cage. Then he could just duck into the bathroom—he'd have to use the girls' room, of course, but still—and take care of himself. Or so he'd thought.
The first time Noah had tried to implement this, Noah's father had dutifully unlocked him and helped Noah into his skirt. But before he pulled up Noah's panties, he withdrew from his pocket a long, silky piece of red ribbon. With gentle hands, he tied it around the base of Noah's penis, then cinched it brutally tight. Noah whimpered.
"This won't stop you from getting hard, I imagine," said Noah's father, "but it should stop you from getting off. I've tied that knot very specifically, and in a manner that I don't think you'd be able to tie again yourself, especially from that angle. If I find you've taken it off, you will be punished, and I won't let you go out by yourself again. Is that understood?"
Noah had winced. "Yes Papa," he'd said dutifully, ashamed that for even a moment he'd considered trying to trick his father. Noah's father smiled and patted him on the head. "Good boy," he'd said.
So now Noah was free to roam around the city, as long as he did it in girls' clothing and didn't come while he was out. He'd spent the afternoon today out in the big park in the middle of the city, feeding the ducks. He'd brought some stale bread from home and had thrown chunks of it to them, watching them dive and bob for the pieces that started to sink and laughing as their little tail feathers twitched over the surface of the water.
By the time he'd finished with the bread, it was approaching dinner time, and Noah was starting to grow tired. He'd thrown the bag in a trash can and headed for the subway to take him home.
Now, he was starting to regret the skirt a little bit. The subway was cold, and his bare legs were getting chilly. Noah was standing in the very last subway car, staring out the rear window and watching the walls of the subway tunnel be swallowed foot by foot into the gloomy darkness behind them. He had always liked the rush of the subway; it was one of his favorite things about the city.
There was a sudden brightness as the train pulled into the station, and light flooded into the windows. The doors slid open, and a crowd of people pushed their way into the car; it was rush hour, and the traffic was heavy. Noah made a little "oof" sound as he was shoved against the rear subway door, his face pressed up against the glass. It was easy to get pushed around when you were as small as he was.
The subway doors closed, and the train began to move again. Noah sighed as he was pressed up against the cold metal of the door. At least he'd be home soon.
The person behind him was pressed uncomfortably close to him; when the subway was this crowded, there was no personal space at all, and most of the person's body was in contact with his. Noah jumped slightly as the swaying motion of the train caused the person's hand to brush against the top of his thigh, right below where his skirt ended. A few seconds later, the brush came again, and this time, Noah wasn't so sure that the touch was caused by the motion of the train.
Noah glanced over his shoulder to see a heavyset man with a several-day growth of stubble on his chin. He looked sort of generally unwashed, his shirt slightly stained with sweat, pants wrinkled and creased. He wore a large, brimmed hat, so Noah couldn't see the color of his hair and could barely see the man's eyes. He also couldn't see anything beyond the man's bulk, which probably meant that no one behind him on the subway could see Noah.
The touch on his thigh came again, lingering this time. The hand rested on his leg as though the motion of the train and the crowd had simply placed it there. Noah's face was crimson. He reached behind him and grabbed the man's wrist, pulling the hand away emphatically.
There was a jolt of the train, and the man lurched forward, smushing Noah against the rear door of the car, pinning the boy's hands beneath him against the metal. The touch returned, resting once again on his leg. After a few seconds, with Noah now unable to move his hands to repel the touch, the hand began to move upward, under his skirt, to fondle his bottom.
Noah closed his eyes and bit his lip as the man's hands got closer and closer. A sense of dread washed over him as he realized what was coming. Seconds later, his fears were confirmed; the man's hand moved to squeeze his buttocks, and then paused as it came into contact with something firm and rounded nestled between his cheeks.
Earlier this afternoon, when Noah had been about to leave, Papa had fucked him before tying him off with the ribbon. Papa often got the urge to fuck Noah when Noah was dressing up in the girl clothes. Noah had submitted to being thrown over the arm of the couch and plowed in earnest, moaning as Papa's enormous cock had filled him up to the brim, coming in him in a stream that seemed like it would never end.
After Noah's father had finished taking him, he'd taken out a buttplug—a little pyramid of smaller and smaller spheres, one on top of another—and shoved it inside Noah to keep the cum from leaking. He'd ordered Noah to wear it in him all day as he went around outside, and so Noah had been dutifully doing so, letting Papa's cum sit inside him.
Now the stranger's hand felt around the base of the plug, discerning the strange shape. It would be impossible for Noah to hide it at this point, and it would be obvious what it was. The hand withdrew, and Noah felt the back of his skirt lifted up slightly as the hand shot under it and into his panties, thick, meaty fingers grabbing the base of the buttplug and pulling. Its ridges popped out of Noah one by one, stretching his anus as they left. Noah hoped fervently that Papa wouldn't be angry at him for taking it out—it wasn't his fault!
When the plug was all the way out, the hand dropped the toy, letting it fall down into Noah's underwear, where it brushed against the back of his balls, and then Noah found himself suddenly pressed even harder against the rear of the subway. The man behind him seemed kind of frantic, and the pressure of him pushing Noah forward was so harsh that it took Noah a few seconds to realize that the man was thrusting against him.
He could feel the stiffness of the man's penis even through both their clothes. The mound of cloth rubbed along the cleft of Noah's buttcheeks even as Papa's cum began to leak out and stain his panties. Noah opened his eyes and glanced to either side, trying to catch the eye of someone on the train. But the only people he could see beyond the body of the man behind him were the passengers in the very last bench seats on either side of the train. One was a woman who appeared to be asleep, and the other was a man engrossed in reading a newspaper. Neither one of them seemed to notice what was happening to Noah.
The manic thrusts paused for a moment as the subway train rolled into another station. Noah wondered hopefully if this was the man's stop. The pressure against his ass had withdrawn slightly. But various passengers got on and off the train, and the man stayed where he was. As the doors closed and the automated voice announced the next station, Noah realized that that was his stop; he would have to get off the train.
As the subway train began to move again, hissing its way into the darkness of the tunnel, the pressure against Noah's ass returned, but this time it was distinctly different. Instead of the long shape of the man's length rubbing against his cleft, this time he distinctly felt a more concentrated poking, right over his anus. Noah craned his neck as much as he could in his position to look behind him, and saw that the man had pulled his penis out of his fly, and was thrusting eagerly against Noah's panties as though trying to enter him.
Noah felt the damp cloth of the panties stretch tight with the pressure of the thrusts, digging into his skin as it was pulled taut against him. The fabric was flimsy, and pulled easily beneath the force, so far in fact that Noah could feel the cloth-covered tip of the man's penis actually enter him, panties and all. He closed his eyes and waited for it to end.
Each thrust seemed to allow a little bit more of the man's head inside him, teasing at his anus as the cloth of the panties, damp with Papa's cum and Noah's sweat, stretched further and further. Noah was thankful for the cloth barrier, even though it was biting painfully into his skin; though this man didn't feel anywhere near as big as Papa, he was still sore from when Papa had taken him earlier that afternoon, and the two times that morning.
The train was pulling into the next station, Noah's stop, and he tried to wriggle his way out to get off the subway car. But he could do little more against the man's weight than wiggle his ass, and suddenly, with a particularly vicious thrust and a little ripping sound, the cloth of the panties gave way, tearing at the seam, and the man's shaft sank full inside of Noah, dragging the torn ends of cloth with it. The taut pull of the fabric mashed the fallen plug up against Noah's balls. Noah yelped, but it went unheard over the bustling of the other passengers getting on and off the train.
The man had stilled, body vibrating, when his penis had slid inside Noah. He obviously hadn't been expecting this level of penetration any more than Noah had, and had to take a moment to get used to the tight walls pressing in on his cock from all sides. But as the train drew away from Noah's stop, the man quickly overcame his initial shock and began thrusting once more, this time is shallow, frenetic jabs that were much faster, but much less noticeable because of the smaller hip motions involved. Noah felt the man's shaft wriggling around inside him, rubbing against his already sore flesh. At least he was well-lubed from Papa's cum - otherwise it would have been truly painful. As it was it was just uncomfortable, not least because the familiar sensation of penetration was starting to make Noah a little hard against the subway door, and the ribbon was biting into his flesh.
The thrusts continued, vicious. The man's hands reached down, grabbing Noah's hips, and slamming the boy's ass down to meet his thrusts, trying to get deeper without making his own motions more obvious.
Noah glanced to the side, his eyes roving to distract himself from the rhythmic pressure and pain of his penetration, and then suddenly noticed the man he'd seen earlier reading the newspaper. The man's eyes were no longer focused on the text on the page, but were instead fixed piercingly on Noah. The newspaper was still open in front of him, covering his lap, but Noah could see the angle of the man's shoulders and upper arm, and realized that the man's hand must be in his lap. The swift, regular motions of the exposed shoulder gave Noah a big clue as to what the man was doing.
The man fucking Noah always paused at the subway stations, using the motion of the train while it was moving to disguise his thrusts. Perhaps it was because of these constant interruptions, but it seemed to be taking an awfully long time for him to finish. Noah's legs were shaking, and he wasn't sure he'd actually be able to stand without the man's help anymore. Finally the subway doors closed on a stop and the automated overhead voice announced that the next stop was the last on the line.
When the subway began to move this time, the man's thrusts truly began in earnest. He seemed to have little care for whether he was seen, and rammed forward brutally, yanking Noah's hips back against him and burying himself to the hilt in Noah's passage. He came in wrenching spurts that Noah felt as a warm bloom against his insides.
The man pulled out abruptly, and Noah sagged. The meaty fingers returned, fishing the buttplug out of Noah's ruined panties, and shoving it back into his anus, the ridges popping in one by one, just as they had left. Just as the man's penis had, the plug pulled the torn edges of the fabric inside him, so that Noah could feel the damp, ragged cloth against the walls of his passage.
The man who had been fucking Noah put his penis back in his pants and began to amble, rocked by the swaying motion of the train, towards the door. Noah leaned against the wall, unable to stand on his own.
Moments after the man had gone, the other man, the one who'd been reading the newspaper, got up and took the first man's place standing behind Noah. Noah felt a hand lift up his shirt and a wet palm wipe itself on his stomach, smearing the man's cum all over Noah's skin. "Thanks for the show," came a whisper by Noah's ear, and two unseen fingers plunged into Noah's anus alongside the plug already buried there. Noah whimpered as the man fingered him for the last thirty seconds or so until the subway train pulled up at his final stop. When light once more poured in through the train's windows, the man reluctantly withdrew his fingers and gave Noah's butt a final little pat before getting off the train.
Noah was shaky, barely even capable of walking, but he did his best to stumble off the train before the doors closed. The train going in the opposite direction was just pulling up, and he stumbled onto it, looking around wildly to make sure that neither of the two men were getting on the same car.
Traffic had thinned now, and Noah managed to find a seat on one of the benches, wincing as his weight shoved the buttplug into painfully sensitive flesh. He surreptitiously tried to arrange his rock hard penis so that it wouldn't show as a bulge in his skirt. As he tucked himself back and then crossed his legs, settling back for the ride home, he wondered if Papa would be angry at him for the ruined underwear.