Despite the anxiety rampaging through me, I found it physically impossible to resist flaunting my fuck-me features to the world around me as I strut down the sidewalks of downtown with an exaggerated, self-conscious gait. My teasing hips swished melodramatically from side to side like a fish's tail in contrast to the snappable waist above which remained still. A thin black string clung scandalously to each of my hips before arcing back under my skin tight back-zip jeans, which facilitated maximum accessibility to my public assets. My long, umber hair danced in the cool breeze as I hurried along the pavement. The straight, shiny strands flowing along at waist level garnered quite a bit of attention from passersby, mainly for the fact that it wasn't cum-drenched already.If only.The silky tresses split neatly down the center, framing my small, feminine face well, and when they fell in front of my chest, even masked my lack of breasts.

My self-advertisement froze every time a man groped my soft ass, or a father asked his son if he wished to acquire me. Everywhere around me, I saw manifestations of the now-supreme United Patriarchy. Women had essentially become property - lives forfeit the moment a man thought otherwise of them. From collared beauties following hung masters to shameless public blowjob contests, no one doubted the depth and breadth of the Patriarchy's influence over society. It was a disturbing fate for females, admittedly, but it was one straight out of my deepest fantasies. Another man walking behind me tried to unzip my jeans for a quick fuck, or perhaps he was just upset by the fact that a slut would try and conceal her assets, which were and weren't hers to begin with. I normally complied with anyone who approached me, eagerly offering my holes to them. However, today, I was on a quest, and indulging in my ever-present cum craving would only see precious hours lost to mindless pleasure. Luckily, the capitalized "MALE" under my name on my ID seemed to deter the man groping my ass and I was able to gently pull his hands out of my pants; occasionally men would ignore my ID, or assume it as fake, and proceed to tear my clothes off, treating my protesting clitty as if it didn't exist even after learning of its presence.

That's right, I, Joey Cayman, was a man, at least in the official sense. Almost everything about me was androgynous, from my personality to my petite frame, to my mile-long legs, to my smallish hands and feet. My parents had wanted a daughter when I was conceived, but were saddened to learn that I was in fact a boy. However, my mother's wishes seemed to come true, as I grew up to be a rather pretty boy interested in pretty things. Don't get me wrong, I find girls attractive as hell, but deep inside, I realized that I also wanted tobethat girl. I'd like to think of myself as a lesbian, even though I know that makes no sense, but the truth was, I was just different from other boys. In high school, while other guys would play ball and lift weights, I would find myself chatting with girls about skincare, keeping track of my weight (I am 5'7" and 105 pounds), and taking regular measurements of myself (My measurements are 30-24-36). When it came to sharing porn, as teenage boys often did, the others would present videos of their favorite actresses, whereas the materials I shared always contained a massive cock and or mouth-watering amounts of cum. The girls in my fap material were hot alright, but a prerequisite for me to even get off was that the cock fucking the girl had to be as long as her face was tall. Sometime during high school, I began to grow my hair out. At first, it was out of laziness, but later on, once it got past the "awkward length," I began to like how it looked. It made me look and feel feminine, cute, even beautiful. I would also grow out my nails, do my own manicure and pedicures, as well as do glute exercises to get that perfect bubble butt. In addition to acquiring my own basic makeup kit, I also began curling my eyelashes regularly, as well as buying products such as eyelash growth enhancers and estrogen pills. I would spend my money cosplaying and even straight-up crossdressing (I vividly remember going shopping with my girlfriends while sluttily crossdressed in a miniskirt, fuck-me heels, and smoky silk pantyhose). The number of stares and second-glances I received while crossdressing never failed to spawn fluttering butterflies in my belly and make my heart race like no other experience.

By the time all my friends had lost their virginities, I was still a small, skinny virgin with shoulder-length hair. The girls loved me so much that they included me in their endless gossip, took me on shopping trips, and even invited me for sleepovers, but it was obvious that none of them were physically attracted to me. To them, I was justone of the girls.

Before I even knew it, I found myself masturbating to sissy-hypno videos while chanting sissy captions aloud. While my old guy friends learned to plow pussy with increasing proficiency, I beat them all when it came to taking dick. The dildo sizes kept going up, and the number of times I touched my clitty steadily decreased (despite the number of times I masturbated soaring up). I gradually went from being barely able to swallow a five-inch dildo to deepthroating eight-inch beasts with ease. I learned to bounce up and down the shaft of my dildo while browsing pictures of nude girls, fantasizing about having their photoshopped skin and angelic blonde hair. Whenever I felt myself coming close, I would drizzle my load into a cup, and at the end of each day, I would watch myself drink it all in front of a mirror. I grew to love the taste of cum; began to crave the stuff more than water, and secretly wondered what the cocks and loads of all the men around me were like. Each day before school, I would ritually cum into my water bottle, only to be disappointed in the ratio of water to cum. I even started going to school with a dildo wedged up my ass and silk pantyhose under my skinny jeans. By then, I had secretly devoted myself to fully sissifying myself.

Without myself even knowing it, my interests strayed further and further from what was already not "vanilla." Interests evolved from foot fetish, to foot torture, to degradation, to hardcore BDSM, to permanent collars, to body modification, and a plethora of scarier unmentionables. Gradually, porn videos became harder and harder to find, and even hentai ran dry.

It was also during that same period that the Patriarchy came into power. Suddenly, I was very afraid. What would happen to individuals like me? I saw how they treated women; it was a huge turn-on for me, like a dream come true. But I was also scared, afraid of throwing the life I knew away. Would they even accept sissies such as myself? As I was, I was already being mistaken as a female on a regular basis. I'd already lost count of the times I'd been stopped on the streets by men, and even a few women, demanding to see my permission card for being out uncollared and without a master. In addition to my fears, a part of me also chanted that I was straight, and that I wouldn't ever get to be with a woman again if I went down my current path. My unending private arguments had been driving me crazy, and had ultimately led to where I was –taking insecure yet bold steps down the boulevard. Ihadto do this. I could either do it, and live with, possibly enjoy, the consequences, or I could spend the rest of my life craving for it so badly it physically hurt. I arrived at my destination, a small government office on the 36th floor of a skyscraper I couldn't remember the name to. The world went quiet around me, both physically and mentally, as I stood obediently in line. Was I really ready for this? My heart thudded heavily against my buckling ribcage as my mind raced through the aftermath. It was frightening and morbidly enticing at the same time. But… at what cost? I was essentially discarding my rights as a human being in return for…utter bliss.

"Next!" a voice called, bringing me back-to as I started, and took shaky steps towards the counter, presenting my government-issued ID to the man behind the counter. He stared at me, somewhat confused yet also expectant, before his gaze leveled near my abdomen. Instead of greeting me, it was as if he almost saw through me. My hips cocked from one side to the other as I shifted, further unsettled by this beetle-like man who seemed so disconnected with reality he might've been a time traveler observing the past.

Speak!I urged myself, and my words tumbled out as a meek mumble, "I'd 'ike to report…'n undocumented slut."

"Excuse me, speak up louder," came his bored response.

I repeated my words, "I'd like to report an undocumented slut," louder and clearer this time, but just as rapidly.

"Alright, give me her name, description, and last known location."

This is your last chance to ditch! Lie!screamed the voice in my head. My mouth was suddenly the Sahara desert, and I struggled to utter that one sentence that would change everything as I knew it, forever. I was born a man – an individual of the superior sex and entitled to bitches of my own to breed. I would own them, use them, and lord over their very lives. It was something countless women would trade everything for these days, and something that was truly once in a lifetime.But so was being a slut…Perhaps I could indulge in my own sissy fantasies with other men? I thought back to those thick, juicy cocks and their chunky wads of cum, and my mouth immediately began to helplessly water. My cock was a toy compared to theirs, and as reality had it, Iknewwith every fiber of my being that I could never be truly satisfied with playing sub to other men in a game of faux-ownership. It was the antithesis of the very concept! I knew what I had to do.

"Th… That would be me, I guess," I replied.

He looked at me, puzzled for a second, before quizzically asking,

"Are you sure, miss?"

"Yes. Take me away please."

"Very well. Let me prepare a document for you first."

I nodded, taking a seat as he quickly printed a sheet of paper and placed it in front of me, spinning it around so that it was right-side-up for my eyes. I skimmed the document, but before I got even a quarter's way through it, the man clarified for me,

"By printing your name on the bottom and signing this document, you forfeit all your rights as a human, and as a citizen of the Patriarchy. Your belongings will be transferred over to your master, which in this case is the state, and your body will be trained and repurposed for whatever the state decrees. Sign when you are ready."

My hands trembled like never before as I grasped the utensil from the pen-stand. My uncertainties flooded back in a tidal wave of terror, so intense were they that my excited boy bits shrank back into the silken prison. The formality of that one sheet of paper was something words could not communicate. I had said "take me away" oh-so-naturally, but to actually put it down in paper was another level entirely. It was no longer some unknown brute who would wrestle my life away from me, but it was me who would facilitate that change upon myself! I desperately prayed that they would simply ignore my written consent, treat me as if I were already a female, and barge in to take me on the spot. But they couldn't. I was still a man by official documents, and so I still possessed my rights. How could I do this to myself? I

made friends as a man, had social relationships that went beyond lust and pleasure! How would I face those people now? And my parents? They had no idea of my true nature… Well sure, they could've pieced it together from my long hair, and those few times they caught me with painted nails, but they knew nothing beyond that! They would try to dissuade me, that I was certain of. I felt so ashamed of myself whenever I thought of my parents. I was never going to give them grandchildren this way. I was about to waste all the time and effort they invested into me. I realized that every single soul I had ever touched had embedded a piece of itself within me and I was now about to perform a backup-less reformat on myself.

"Miss," came the beetle-man's voice, as I'd mentally dubbed him. I looked up from the document to meet his unamused gaze.He's urging me to sign it,I realized,he wants me to sign it and be reduced to fuck meat.I thought back on everything I would lose, which was basically everything. But then again, whatwas"everything" to me? So much of my life and efforts had been poured into turning myself into the perfect whore who lived to suck and fuck. My servility dominated my true self, so what was there to really lose? I argued to myself.

My shaking hands regained some of their strength and my fingers readjusted their grip on the pen before I held my breath…

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And signed the document. It was done, I'd done it! Now what?

"Prepare to be taken, slut," came the response to my pondering as soon as the pen left my hand, and immediately, I could hear the footsteps of approaching guards on both sides. With a hard shove, my face was sent tumbling towards the desk as I was folded over. My hands were seized, yanked, and cuffed behind my back despite my obvious lack of resistance. The restraint, unlike the traditional steel handcuffs used on male offenders, was a wide black-leather tube that bent my elbows inward at ninety degrees and bound my forearms together horizontally across my back. I counted as many as six belt straps being tightened along the tube, rendering my arms completely limp and useless.

At the same time, strong hands squeezed my cheeks, forcing my jaw open as a stubby yet thick dildo gag was shoved in place, muting any coherent protests that might've risen. Inexperienced, virgin sluts would likely have experienced shortness of breath from the pressure placed upon their windpipes, yet my cock pleaser felt only tingles of pleasure from the stretching sensation.

A loud "zip"was heard as my neck wasknotted– the GPS-equipped stainless steel zip tie used to mark and track newly acquired sluts. Rumors had it that newer variants ofthe knotcould even remotely deliver crippling shocks to stop escapees, but I wasn't about to put that rumor to the test. The fact that the tight choker was nearly impossible to remove sent excited shivers coursing through my core as I came-to with the permanence of what I had just done. I had signed my life away, for what? To become rape meat; for a lifetime of servitude to cock. I had given upeverythingI had, in order to acquireeverythingI craved. With a shrieking rip, my shirt was gone, sending my crystal navel pendant tumbling before my belly, as well as revealing the small mounds that had recently begun to form under my nipples–The estrogen was working. Then my jeans were gone as they dropped to my ankles, revealing the lacy black thong and wide-holed fishnets that hid underneath, binding my luscious thighs and round butt.Sissy rule number one: I will wear girly panties every day, otherwise I will throw out one pair of boys' underwear every day,I recited mentally. In reality, I no longer owned any boys' underwear anyway, so it was impossible to break that rule. My little clitty of a dick was small enough to hide behind the thong's scanty fabric, though my soft, pecan-sized balls peeked out the sides. I felt a rough hand feel up my thighs and ass from behind before shuddering as it grabbed at my crotch, feeling up my miniature softness while I spread my legs and lifted my feet out of my pooled pants. I truly had no right to deny him, or any man, access anymore. Wordlessly, my sneakers too were confiscated, baring not only my body, but my very soul as my cum drenched feet and painted toes were exposed to the world. Finally, a blank Slut Identification and Classification Tag was added to the end of my navel pendant as I became property.Aguard hoisted me up, folding me over his shoulder, ass forward, and stuck two slick fingers in my ass, twirling and curling them in me as he marched away. I, defeated; surrendering without even putting up a fight, experienced a massive sissygasm right there and then over his shoulder.I,Joey Cayman, was about to realize my ultimate fantasy –I was to be reduced to a girl!

At first, I wondered why they hadn't chosen to bind my legs like they had with my arms. It seemed like a massive oversight, or were they really just that confident? After all, it wasn't as ifIstood a remote chance in hell against the studs that comprised the acquisition team. However, my questions were soon answered as the man who carried me over his right shoulder set me down surprisingly gently behind a black, unlabeled box truck.Right, don't damage the goods.The roll-up gate ascended and I was left to stare in rigid shock.

Hic…The inside of the truck was unlike any I had ever seen before, or could've possibly imagined. Within the rear compartment were females – dozen of them, vertically stowed in neat rows atop pikes trapping them by their sexes. I had a good idea of how they worked based on the vacant spots. It was crude, humiliating, and fascinating all at once. Dozens of rigid steel pillars grew vertically from the compartment's floor, bolted sturdily in place and polished to a sheen. Atop each steel pole, a small padded platform no larger than a makeup bag was mounted, and from the center of that cushion rose an unbelievably thick and stiff dildo. Most had rounded, bulbous heads while a few odd ones had flared flat tips resembling that of a horse cock. The black shafts were covered in row after row of tall and sharp-looking horizontal ridges, hooked downwards in what was clearly meant to ensnare its victim by the insides, and dotting those ridges were a fine array of odd looking holes, each only the size of a stud earring at best. As I was pushed forth by two large hands enveloping my waist, one particularly long dildo a short distance away, a horse cock, began to dribble clumpy, white lubricant out of its tip. I watched as the slick goop gradually covered the entirety of the eight inch shaft, gulping as I comprehended my imminent future.

Hic…My esophagus clenched around the rubber guest stretching it out. The guard lifted my slim frame effortlessly, and I moaned into my gag as I felt their thick, rough fingers close around my thin, dainty waist. Looking down, I experienced a full range of emotions course through me as I saw the intimidating flare of that gut stabbing dildo propped up against my unprepared ass. My own limp little clitty was nothing compared to the monster that was about to impale me. It was bigger than anything I'd dared to take up my cute butt before, and I silently thanked the guard for readjusting his hold on me, folding my thighs up in a full nelson. The jeopardizing position opened me up, aligning the dimple of my boy-pussy with the raging flare of the horse cock.

Hic…I thanked him again for stippling my ass with the drooling cock, lubricating my tight entrance in preparation. However, nothing could've possibly prepared me for the plunge.

Hiii…!My feminine shriek was mostly blotted out by the cock in my throat, but it was still loud enough to make a few other sluts turn and look my way. The way it entered me with a"schlop"came straight out of a hentai video. Ridge after ridge... I lost count of just how many of those gut-snaring sierras speared into me. Over and over I felt my tender rim part around its indomitable invader. My vision swam around in a completely uncontrolled fashion as I almost blacked out from the stuffing, splitting sensation below. Only when my fat buttcheeks kissed the slimy cushion did I realize that the dildo's base lacked any ridges. I was trapped by my own body as my tight rim involuntarily clenched snugly just below the final ridge of the intruding shaft. It pleasurably vibrated as the truck idled, momentarily distracting me from the guard, who wordlessly pulled up a pair of shackles from the ground and clicked them around my dangling ankles. They were extremely heavy, probably weighing two kilos each, and served to further anchor me down onto the stud shaft. The hefty anklets also had a strap on them which ratcheted and drew them into the floor like a crude adaptation of a seatbelt. There was absolutely no way I was going to escape now, I realized.

However, as if that wasn't enough, my eyes crossed and my neck arched back when I began to feel an incredible pressure inside me. I was steadily feeling more and more of the engine's vibrations, but it did not seem to be getting stronger, nor faster. It was almost as if… as if my asspipe was getting tighter. Then it clicked. The holes! They were there to initiate a vacuum seal. A pump was drawing the air out of the voids left by the ridges, and thus molding my flesh to fit every nook and cranny of the rippling shaft like a casting. This left absolutely no chance of escape even with outside help, for my insides were now locked in place!

My heart pounded like a power hammer in my chest as I once again assessed the damage I had caused. I had willingly given up my life of privilege in return for the life of a sex slave. My life as a man, albeit barely a real one, had been swapped for that of a piece of flesh, a bundle of nerves, and a purely reactionary mind. The butterflies that clumsily fluttered around my stomach had turned to something stronger, more gut-wrenching, and I wasn't sure if it was my mind, or the fat shaft up my rear that was responsible for them. Was I nervous? More than ever. Did I regret my decision? Maybe… I felt like I was about to suffer an anxiety attack that was off the charts in severity. But then I looked around myself, at all the frightened sluts around me. Each and every one of them wore expressions of grief, anger, regret, and fear. It soothed me to know that I was not in this alone. All of these sluts, not to mention the thousands of sluts that entered the system each day, were to be my companions in this journey to enlightenment. We were going to fall together, as sisters. The thought brought about a new wave of excitement and arousal as I reminded myself that I was soon going to be just like them… Joey Cayman was about to become Zoey the Cockslut!

The truck ride back to the training center was at least a three-hour-long grind, with multiple stops along the way to pick up new acquisitions. The punishing steel shaft transmitted every little road vibration straight up my jiggling ass, torturously edging my tender prostate and sending trails of boy-cum dribbling out the tip of my flaccid penis. It wasn't before long that I joined in on the cacophony of muffled wails and whimpers around me, sharing in the pains and pleasures of being treated like a mere object.This is my life now. My pathetic self doesn't deserve any better,I repeated to myself. By the time the slave transport finally came to rest, and the roller shutter doors finally receded to allow light entry, I was on the verge of both cumming and passing out. My sore prostate had been brutalized by the merciless bumps and ridges, and the rim of my ass felt as brittle as glass as it strained against the intruding member.

It wasn't until my ankles were freed that I came-to with a start. I kicked wildly as I lost my balance, the steely shaft threatening to tear up my insides as I swayed, before those same, big, manly hands took hold of my girly waist once again, and extracted me off the perfect fit of the horse cock. The first ridge hurt the most, as my tender bits engaged in a tug of war against the plastic schlong, and each additional ridge saw my pucker extruded further and further out, popping back only at the last moment as each ridge's peak cleared through my lips. My asshole spasmed, gaping and clenching repeatedly as cold air rushed into the cavern left behind.They could've just reversed the pump,I thought, annoyed. But I knew they chose not to just to train and torment us females. Admittedly, now that the dildo was out, my body felt oddly empty, like something that was meant to be there had been taken away. My disappointment, however, was replaced by delight as glossy black seven-inch stilettos were forced onto my feet and locked in place over my ankles. Had they seen my cute french pedicure with the word "Cum" stenciled on my big toe, and "SLUT" spelled out over the four remaining toes in purple cursive? It barely took me a minute to get used to my new slutwear, in comparison to some of the sluts around me who were grabbing what they could to remain upright (including the dildos that had just been their worst nightmare to my amusement). I had a good amount of experience with tall heels from crossdressing, and to be frank, walking in heels kinda came naturally for me.

I looked towards the nearest guard, and saw that he had stacks of thick steel collars over his arms.This is it, you're finally being collared for good! Once that's on, it's not coming off!I trotted over obediently, adrenaline shooting through my veins at the mental sight of myself collared and branded. I felt all giddy as the one-way buckle clicked into place around my neck, and a leash clipped onto it. There it was, in place, where it belonged. With a rough yank of my leash, I was tugged along the corridors to my new home, struggling to keep up as I trotted along in footwear not made for human feet.

In the facility, I was quick to display my servility, and so naturally, my initial examination went rather smoothly. On a screen before me, I saw my slut profile being built and updated in real-time as I was assessed:

Assigned Number: 0057289

Soon, no one will remember Joey Cayman. Your very existence will be overwritten.

Weight: 48.1 kg / 106 lbs

Good, not much change from the last time you weighed yourself.

Height: 170 cm / 5'7"

Too tall for a slut. Real men like their women small – too small.

Inseam Length: 87 cm

Your legs stretch for miles; men love staring at those juicy thighs.

B.M.I: 16.6

From now on, this number will determine your worth as a toy.

Bust Size: 79 cm / 31.1"

Too small.

Band Size: 77 cm / 30.3"

Too big.

Cup Size: A (Fail)

Hopefully, they'll give you nice, big titties, like a real girl.

Nipple Shape: Normal

Nipple Size: Small

Waist Size: 60 cm / 23.6"

Thin enough for those big, strong hands to just snap.

Hip Size: 93 cm / 36.6"

Mmmh, you've grown a little.

Visual Defects (Birthmarks, Tattoos, etc.): None.

Just waiting to be ruined!

The list went on and on, documenting my physique to astonishing lengths and classifying me in accordance.

Race: Asian-Caucasian Mixed

Skin Tone: Light

Eye Color: Brown

Hair Color: Walnut Brown

Body Proportions: Pear 2

Piercings: Standard Ear Lobe, Upper Navel

Neck Size: 29 cm / 11.5"

Collar Bone: Prominent

Nail Bed Length (Hands): Long 7

Nail Bed Length (Toes): Long 4

Foot Size: 37 / 6.5

Foot Shape: Greek

Navel Shape: Linear

Navel Size/Length: 2 cm / 0.8"

Relative Leg Length: Long 9

Hip Bones: Prominent

Thigh Gap: Yes

Thigh Gap Width: ~4 cm / 1.6"

Thigh Gap Type: n-type (Penis-Obscured, Straight Inner Thighs)

Permanent Hair Removal: Not Required

Facial Comments: Symmetrical Diamond-Shaped Face, Straight Nose, Prominent Cheekbones, Smooth and Thin Lips.

"Now, given your special circumstances, vaginal and reproductive tests obviously cannot be performed," noted the doctor in charge.

My heart sank a bit. I had told myself over and over that I was made to be bred and knocked up, and to hear the bleak truth was painful regardless.

"However," he continued, "considering the way in which you were acquired and the way you handle yourself, I believe we can skip ahead to the ability assessment stage for now."

Hearing that brought me both undeniable joy and a chill of nervousness. This was going to be the test that determined my future, undoubtedly more final than any "final" exam taken in school. Would serving too poorly result in my demise as some public relief house whore? Contrarily, would too much eagerness present me as boring, undesirable and worthless? Many masters preferred slaves who fought back a little, or a lot. They enjoyed the process of breaking them personally; the power to remould a person's very soul as they pleased. When it came to eager sluts, however, masters could praise "good girl" and "perfect slut" all they wanted, but in the end, mindless pieces of broken-in lustful meat were just that - broken. There just simply wasn't much fun and fresh about them. It was a fine balance: between sucking cock out of a desire to serve, and sucking because my life hinged on it.

I stood there, immobile and vulnerable as ever in my fancy footwear and fishnets, waiting for my chance to shine. I was going to fight back, not that I wanted to of course, but I was going to show them that I had talent worth their time while simultaneously demonstrating my trained throat's capabilities. They would see the potential in my body, and they would crave the chance to slowly fuck the fight out of me,or so I thought.

Two hulking men, both nude, rough, more than a foot taller than me and twice as wide stepped through the door and into the chamber. Instantly, the intoxicating stink of male virility hit me like a slap to the face. As soon as they entered the room, I felt my own clitty shrivel in cowardly fear. My legs trembled and my whole body tensed when they stepped in front of me, I could not help but exhale with a quiver at the sight of their weapons of mass destruction. Seven… eight… nine inches… and they were still soft! As quickly as their manhoods rose, I helplessly sank to my knees. The moment my knees touched the ground was the moment one of their cocks fell heavily over my gawking features with a heavy smack. My eyes crossed as I beheld the Herculean mast resting on my face. It was…indisputablymagnificent.I felt a wave of pleasure at the mere notion of serving it, with filthy images impregnating my involuntary thoughts each time I inhaled. The sheer dominance exuding from him...Just one lick… I can afford just one quick taste of submission before fighting it…I parted my lips around his meat, feeling his leathery skin against my soft kisser.So much for fighting back,a voice in me taunted.I can't… If they fuck me for real, I'll die!I argued back.

The man in front of me, his cock now longer and thicker than my forearm, slowly ground his meat against my stuck expression. My lips remained parted, allowing him a glimpse of my pearly whites and tiny tongue. I prayed that he liked what he saw, for his wrath would be my end. The other beast of a man flanked me from behind, and without my command, my body automatically seated me obediently with my hands resting on my thighs. My kneeling form was the perfect height for him to rest his manhood right over my womanly features, and it seemed to me that this was what mother nature had intended when she made women the way they were. I panted raucously, breathing heavily and quickly and inadvertently sucking in more of that smell. The stud's intoxicating stench was making me dizzy, and despite recoiling for just a millisecond, I could not help but inhale more of that dirty, addictive odor.

That… that…thingwas going to go in me. It was thicker than anything I'd dared to even put in my online shopping cart, at least four inches longer, and sporting a nasty, engorged purple head.It's going to split me open…My fatigued boy-pussy clenched in fear and alarm at the thought.What happens to the smaller sluts?The man's hand found its way to my head, enveloping my small skull in a single palm as I planted a dense trail of cock-drunken kisses along his length. Even in its semi-flaccid state, the thing was still than my face, and I whorishly slapped my own face with it a couple of times just to reinforce its superiority over my sissy self. Feeling that powerful flesh thwack at my face sent humiliating shivers of satisfaction surging through me.Thiswas the natural hierarchy of things: Men all the way up above, my face beneath his cock and balls, and my little clitty all the way down below!I'm not even worthy of putting up a fight...My tongue reached out on its own, bathing every inch of that delectable dick with loving licks. His taste was exquisite! I felt conquered already… and to think he hadn't even done a single thing to me yet!Thiswas arealman, not me. I could never become even a fraction of what he was, it was good that I didn't even try to, as I would've been a self-loathing failure instead of the pragmatic, happy whore I am now.

"Serve it properly, you little fag," came the man's, no, my master's gritty voice as I redoubled my efforts.Yes, degrade me, humiliate me for what I am!my inner voice exclaimed,I am not deserving of anything better simply because of how I was born… This is nature's way of separating the alphas from the betas.

I lifted his semi-erect length up before grinding my blushing face straight into his heavy balls, where his scent was surely the strongest. I massaged his sack with one hand whilst sucking in as much of that filthy air as possible, staining my lungs and airway as his power marked me physically and mentally. My tongue darted out again, tasting his flesh here and there, before attempting to take one of his massive testes into my warm, welcoming maw. It was as large as an egg and could barely fit in my mouth while the other dangled against my small chin. It was the smelliest, manliest thing I had ever tasted, and I had the premonition that my mouth would start to taste of him before he was even clean.Good.I fully devoted myself to washing his ball sweat off in my mouth. My pink tongue swirled around on the leathery skin as I suckled each cum factory in turn. His still-growing member rested atop my face, blocking much of my vision as it pressed heavily into my pristine features whilst drizzling sticky precum into my dark locks. Naturally, I couldn't afford to neglect the shaft either, so my free hand rose to caress the shaft and map out every vein like it was braille while my mouth moaned sweet nothings into his sack. I was brought out of my ball-worshipping with a smack as the man slapped my face.

"Good for nothing fag whore," he muttered as he pulled my face from his crotch and poised his now fully erect rod directly in front of my face threateningly. A large gravity-defying bead of clear precum hung from his tip. On it, I saw a reflection of myself, sluttier than any pornstar or social media whore I knew from the old world. Messy mascara streaked across my sweat sheened cheeks, cherry lipstick was smeared into a second smile, and my eyes… my eyes looked all teary and wet, but it wasn't water that pooled in them, it was all precum, trickled down into my sockets from my forehead. With a firm nudge to the back of my head, my lips were parted and he entered my little mouth.

My jaw stretched to new levels of agony just to accommodate his head alone, and I would bet my life on the fact that "just the tip" wasn't his type of thing. My feverish licking and stroking grew into suckles as my tongue explored the thick, bulbous intruder, and my cheeks shuddered as I tasted every little bit of his dick.How many women has this thing conquered before me? How much of what I taste is his conquest? How quickly will I fall to this?The questions streamed through my receding sentience as I felt him begin to move my head back and forth.

At first, it was slow bobs, giving my tongue a chance to trace every pulsing vein and creased wrinkle that flowed along that beautiful battering ram. Then he sped up as he explored the depths of my throat. I felt his head kiss my tonsils over and over, sending shocks of pleasure down my spine, before taking the plunge and plugging up the back of my throat. I resisted the urge to gag, as I had trained myself to do so with dildos, but even I wasn't loose enough to take him fully. Instead, I sealed my lips around his shaft, sucking him in deeper while simultaneously humming a deep, mindless moan. His thrusts were not deterred the least by my tightness, and my hands instinctively came up to stroke his shaft, milking every bit of precum available into my throat in an effort to lubricate my tight cock pleaser.

My eyes fluttered; I was not even halfway down his shaft! There was no way I could deepthroat this monster of a man, especially not in this position where… With a sudden, firm thrust, he was in! He leaned forward, angling his hips down while my kneeling body was forced to lower itself further. My neck arched back in order to align my throat with his shaft's approach vector, and to my utter amazement, in he went! With a loud"Schlick"audible to only me, he was in my esophagus! Tears welled up around my dilated pupils, real ones this time as the stretching was unlike anything I'd ever felt before. I had never expected to really deepthroat anything even close to the girth of my largest practice dildo, but here he was, a good four inches longer and a full inch wider! Intense pain racked my throat as I closed a hand over my own neck to feel the bulging distention under my collar that was the shape of his cock. Even with my own deepthroat training, I found myself wholly unable to breathe with his shaft stuffed down my throat. Its thick girth simply squashed my windpipe shut! I thought he would retract, allowing me to breathe before stabbing me again, but to my aroused horror, I felt his hand close over mine. I hastily drew my hand back before it was crushed along with the rest of my neck and surrendered myself fully to the throat raping I was about to experience.

Unlike my small hands, his strong digits fully closed around my skinny neck, turning my throat into a mere fleshlight as he pumped my throat-pussy back and forth. My thin arms flailed for purchase before finding their ways to my stiletto heels as I gave up on doing anything. For almost a full minute, he raped my throat like it was made of silicone, almost tearing up my esophagus and sending my tears trailing down my smooth cheeks. By the time he finally pulled back to allow me some much-needed air, I was delirious and incapacitated, wildly sucked in breath after ragged, burning breath and waiting for the next round to begin. My vision consisted of only random glimpses of big fat cock poised to spear my face, and my mind swam with third-person scenes of my fragile body being utterly destroyed by thick, cumming cocks. Physically, taking him was still painful. Psychologically, however, the act was sensual beyond description, and I felt ready to cum just from sucking his cock!Oh, how badly I want that! Oh, how I want to taste him right this second and cum at the same time he releases his load in me!My tongue darted out to lick his tip at the thought, and my master took it as an indicator that I was all caught up as he once again split my jaws apart with his girth. I prayed that they were recording the event as my mouth and throat were repeatedly violated and brutalized by big dick.

His hands squeezed and kneaded his fat member through my neck, reducing my sore little throat into a living cock-sheath while I could do naught but hang on for dear life. One of my free hands found its way to my now-erect clitty and began pinching and kneading the soft flesh under my frenulum. I'd never masturbated like a real man. I'd always had this girly way of pleasuring my clitty by tweaking and kneading that one spot on the underside. In fact, I was so abnormal that I could even pull off a flaccid-ejaculation if I wanted to. And squirt I did! My tiny little boy-penis, still fearful and soft, came hard from having my throat raped like a proper slut, and it filled me with nothing but pride! What made me even prouder was the pulsing I felt in my throat, as my rapist too, was nearing his climax. I barely had enough air to stay conscious, let alone moan around his meat at that point, but I definitely felt his strong throbs as he pumped his massive load straight into my stomach. It was hot, searing the walls of my tender gullet as it flooded me. He kept cumming and cumming and my throat moaned till it was hoarse for air, but received only cum. Finally, after pumping out a load that was worth at least twenty of my own, he was done and out, leaving me to cough up stringy ropes of seed in his wake.That's right, he's at least twenty times the man you'll ever be.But by "done" it seemed, he was only done with round one.

"Please!" I moaned huskily, unsure myself as to whether it was a plea for a break or a plea for more. It was then that I felt another cock butt up against my supple rear. In my state of cock-drunken lust, I had totally neglected the other presence in the room! My puckered asshole clenched in alarm as that thick, steely womb wrecker began sieging up my unprepared rectum. It was a totally one-sided fight, however, and my mind vaguely mapped out the equations:His meat = strong, my meat = weak. With the help of his plentiful precum, my fragile resistances were simply ignored as he forcefully entered me. Oh god, his cock was possibly larger than my first master's! My mouth gaped sluttily and my eyes crossed, recoiling upwards when he buried his dick in me. He was barely halfway in, and my ass already felt bottomed-out! "O-Ooooooohhhhh! I moaned long and deep with half-closed eyes as he stretched me out wider than even the slut transport's pole had. Even after my cry had died out, my cocksucker remained wide open. Seizing that gaping moment of weakness, the first man who'd given me a rough throatpie just minutes prior once again buried his cock into my face.

Something inside me broke then. I felt it like a crack propagating from a part's stress riser. Perhaps it was my intestines, which, to their defense, were being pushed around and stretched in unnatural ways, but perhaps it was something deeper in me. Sure, my rectum felt fuller than ever, so full you could see a bulge forming over my flat belly every time he used me, but the thing that probably shattered was the tiny bit of ego I had left in me from the days where I could actually make my own decisions. My eyes shut fully as I capitulated to being spit-roasted between two real men. It was a wet dream come true, and I felt my heel-clad toes slowly leave the ground as I was compressed between a cock and a hard place.

Strong fingers encircled my thin waist and throat, controlling my movements like a joystick. They alternated their coordinated thrusts, occasionally choosing the rock me back and forth between their cocks, one advancing while the other retreated, and occasionally choosing to synchronize their opposing ruts. Both modes of domination left my strengthless limbs dangling and pendulating midair, but if I had to choose, being thrust into from both ends in sync had to be my favorite by far. The spinal compressions I felt were simply unbelievable; it was as if my weak little form was going to snap in two beneath their sheer strength! I came over and over as heavy balls slapped my chin and thick cock bulged my belly. Fighting was utterly useless; my neck muscles turned to jelly beneath his vice-like grip, and so I allowed my whole body go slack around their rods. When my rear rapist finally managed to straighten out enough of my insides to hilt himself in my ass, he did so, over and over. My hands, which were originally balled into fists, opened up as they hung limply along with my arms, and hair. My juicy thighs, which had originally been used as handholds by my rear's rapist, swayed slackly under me as he migrated his grip to the flare of my hips in order to pound deeper into my jiggling butt.

No part of me could possibly deny the men anything, it seemed, and certainly not my body. Strong fingers parted my butt cheeks, opening up room for even deeper penetration, and his firm rod answered by forcefully straightening out even more of my guts out. I was vaguely aware of the sharp smacking and slapping noises that emanated from our breeding, but couldn't tell whether they came from the balls slapping against my chin, or the man pounding my spread cheeks. My masters suspended me midair, two hands around my throat and two around my hips as they pleasured themselves with my body. To them, I was a mere sex toy, and all I could do was take it! My mind, growing increasingly passive by the second, could do nought but silently chant its desires.More! More! More!My moans around the thick dick in my throat, vaguely resembling those of my shattered personality, stuttered each time they pounded into me. By then, I was no longer even trying to survive – My sole directive was to serve as the best set of cocksleeves possible for the two alpha males towering over me.

The violent jabs of his slut maker were grinding the soft sack that was my prostate into paste! It left me in the form of a steady stream of sterile cum, leaking out of my impotent clitty as it too, swung around limply beneath me. He was ruining the last bastion of my jeopardized masculinity! I was having my manhood stolen from me, and I would never be able to achieve an erection again! The thought rang clear like an alarm bell in my clouded mind, and I came on the spot once again. My asshole contracted while my throat gulped around cock, and the last of my energy achieved nothing but a curl of my painted toes while what was probably the last masculinity drizzled out of my pretty clitty. It was then that I felt it on both ends – the all-too-familiar spasming of a satisfied man. My vision swirled and drifted around until my pupils found themselves stuck crossed-eyed and upturned, and my final moans were muffled as I was given the best and biggest sissygasm of my life to date. Simultaneously, the equine schlong in my intestines began emptying its own load into me.If I were a girl, I would surely be pregnant by now…I thought. I remained conscious just long enough to feel the sloshing of hot cum gushing from my ass, as well as my face being plastered in the last few shots of my master's rich cream, before I fell lifelessly to the hard floor below, absolutely content with my endin