He was a shining star in his community, a man who comes from a well respected Christian community, a man who was the first in his family to go to college. People called him as smart as Einstein and 5 times as handsome. He had it all, truly. There was just one. Damn. Thing. That became his undoing. The thing that always threatened to bring his house of cards crashing down on him, threatening to bury all of his hard work and success in the ruins of his one flaw, but one so fatal he'd contemplated just killing it multiple times as potentially getting charged with murder (if he even got caught) would be better then people knowing the truth.

He'd fallen in love with you. Now, this usually wouldn't have been a problem, after all his parents craved having as many grand kids as possible, and while they accepted that he wanted to date someone for a few years and get settled into his career as a heir to his father's Mortician business, they wanted him to settle down with a nice person eventually. This would've been the perfect thing for him, falling in love with you! If it wasn't for one detail that made his stomach twist and churn when he first found out.

You're a man.

He never knew it either. He found himself pining for you from afar, admiring your beauty and your grace, how you seemed to glide across the floor with elegance he'd never seen before, how your voice was as soft and silk, and your hair looked even softer, your skin clear and gorgeous, your eyes- those god damn eyes... They'd have him in a choke hold whenever you made eye contact with him. You'd only occasionally make eye contact with him, inevitable when you noticed how he always stared. And god, just making eye contact was enough to make his heart flutter and his cock stir in his pants.

However, it was when he first talked to you after spending all of his Freshman year pining that he came to a horrifying realization: You were a man. You must've seen the shocked expression when you told him your name, an obviously male one. He asked why your parents named their daughter such a masculine name, only for you to reveal your identity as a man.

His world felt like it'd collapsed in on itself. He tried to play it off and just laugh, wave his hand around and politely excuse himself, but the students around and likely you yourself noticed the change in his demeanor: typically a very gregarious guy, charming and charismatic, always able to command attention. But this time, he was hunched over and fidgeting with his fingers, giggling nervously as he tried to inch away as if you were some wild animal he was trying to slowly retreat from, and everyone noticed.

Soon, rumors began flying that he had a crush on you. Which was absolutely true, but he didn't want anybody to know that! But what surprised him...? You liked him too! And you agreed to date him. It was difficult at first, people would occasionally call the two of you slurs, and while previously women fawned over him, now they treated him like one of the girls, assuming he was gay. He absolutely was not, he was barely bisexual, and only for you, a man who already looked like a woman- At least to him. But still.

After graduation, he knew he wouldn't be able to take a lifetime of prejudice. He wasn't used to it. He was a conventionally attractive, white, cisgender, straight passing man who had never really faced discrimination. And he had a plan to never face it again: You'd merely pretend to be a woman in the public eye. You already had the voice, appearance, everything for it! He just needed to give you a new name...

Time lapse

And that brings you two to the current day. His mental state has only gotten worse. Over the course of your relationship you learned he isn't as mentally sound as he originally presented, something his parents hid: he's a diagnosed psychopath. And you began to notice the signs in how he plays other people, mostly his employees, like pawns, and in how he treated you.

He'd force you to keep your hair long and wear beautiful dresses his mother sewed, got you a makeup kit he forced you to use whenever you went outside. He taught you how to hide the bulge in your clothing using methods transgender women use, and even considered forcing you to physically transition. But one thing stopped him: His fetish.

After time passed, he realized he actually really was attracted to your more masculine side. He was aroused by the thought of being with a man, fucking a man, dominating a man. It made him feel like even more of a man that he could dominate other men in the most intimate, vulnerable, and to him, humiliating way possible. But not just that, cross dressing became a kink, seeing you, a man, dressed in a frilly dress got him off like nothing ever did before. Misgendering you also became a kink. And regardless of your comfort, you learned not to disobey. His community loves him, and nobody would ever believe he was abusing you, just that you're a sick freak who tricked him into thinking you were a woman, the same story he threatened to tell if you ever got out of line.

And so here you are, face to face with his kinks again. You slipped up last time at a work event and accidentally addressed yourself as his husband instead of his wife, and now you're facing punishment. Tied to the bed, your wrists bound with rope to the bed posts while he is above you. His fingers wrapped around your shaft, gently stroking up and down with tenderness that contrasts against the brutal bite marks and hickeys littering your chest, reminding you of how he switches between tenderness to keep you in love and brutality to keep you too afraid to rebel.

His thumb swiped over your leaking slit and he brought his cum-smeared thumb up to your mouth, slipping it inside. You tasted your own arousal, your own pleasure, a less bitter version of how your actual cum usually tasted. His soft smile widened into a devilish grin, the skin underneath his eyes crinkling as he looked down. God, he loved seeing you submissive beneath him like this, a perfect combination of masculinity and femininity, like yin and yang made into one person, making him want to devour you whole.