Searching For Fulfillment! by Max Swan (Patreon)

Searching For Fulfillment!

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Author: Max Swan.

Contents:

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Epilogue

Chapter 1

Thirty-year-old Aaron Wood was always a little different from his peers because, for most of his life, he took any opportunity he could to dress like a girl. Now working as a yardman at a local college, living alone in his apartment off campus, Aaron spent much of his downtime in female clothing. He still could not bring himself to come out as a transgendered female and wear female attire in public, but he was driven to find the person he really was. To find fulfillment. He dreamed of living the lady life—meeting a man, getting married, and all that. Aaron was slim, five foot seven, red hair, green eyes with, pale white skin, and some freckles.

He had accumulated a few items of female clothing over the years. He could buy all kinds of clothes and lingerie online. However, if he ever got an opportunity to extend his crossdressing experiences, he would quickly seize on it without any thought.

To those around him, Aaron was a sweet and quiet man. He got to know some of his neighbors since he lived in his apartment block, and they seemed to like him. Often giving him a cheerful hello if they met Aaron in the corridors. He even went to dinner at a neighbor’s house a few times, a single mom with two kids a few apartments down. The Jackson’s seemed to enjoy his company, even though the recently turned eighteen-year-old college jock named Kyle wasn’t that fussed about him.

Kyle just considered Aaron one of his Mom’s charity cases. The nerdy white guy who lived a few apartments down that didn’t seem to have any friends. Kyle was a proud young black boy coming into manhood. He was interested only in playing

football and getting laid. Aaron’s strangely effeminate manner just made Kyle think his neighbor was a fag. His Mom was a real MILF. An extremely attractive black woman with big breasts, long wavy black hair, and a curvy figure (big butt). Rosie’s daughter was Marcia, also eighteen years old (she was Kyle’s twin), who looked like the younger version of her mother. Only Marcia had to repeat a year in high school and was still there.

One night, Rosie Jackson invited Aaron over with an ulterior motive. She was taking the family away during spring break for a holiday and wanted Aaron to watch her apartment. More to the point, Rosie wanted him to water her pot plants and feed her goldfish and pet bird while they were away. The Jacksons were going to the Grand Canyon for two weeks. Aaron, a sweet man, quickly agreed, and at the end of the evening, Rosie handed him a key, telling the white man they’d be leaving in two days.

Aaron’s mind immediately thought of Marcia. She was growing into an incredibly attractive young woman. He had seen her going out all ‘dolled up’ on the weekends, lots of makeup, wearing truly short skirts and heels. His mind instantly went to the thought of trying on Marcia’s clothes. As luck would have it, Rosie was offering Aaron the opportunity to go into her apartment all alone while they were away on holiday.

*****

A few days later, Aaron watched the Jacksons depart for their trip away. He waited for a day, then he went to their apartment and immediately made his way down the corridor to where he knew Marcia’s bedroom was. It was typical of a teenage girl; there was stuff everywhere, and she had obviously left in a rush. There were panties, bras, and tights strewn across the unmade bed and the floor. A check in the family bathroom revealed a hamper, and in there were some deep brown stockings and a white suspender belt (these may have been Mrs. Jackson’s, but that was OK. She was quite a beauty). Aaron’s dick was getting harder with every find. It was soon reaching its full four inches of hardness.

He collected the white bra, heavily stained white panties, and the stockings and suspenders together, stripped off, and put them on without too much trouble. He stuffed the bra with some other panties and was almost heady from the smell of pussy and piss. The feeling of rolling the stockings over his feet and up his legs gave Aaron an even harder erection, and his dick rubbed against the moist staining, making him quiver with excitement. He had seen Marcia’s high school uniform tossed into a corner, and he pulled out the short skirt and blouse and put them on. Both the blouse and the skirt were a perfect size, and it was difficult to stop himself from jerking off and shooting his load.

Forcing the feeling down as much as he could, Aaron went over to Marcia’s dressing table and put some foundation on. He struggled a bit with the eyeshadow and liner. Still, the man did quite a reasonable job since watching YouTube videos on the subject. Aaron penciled in some brows and a couple of layers of mascara on his lashes and decided he was looking hot. He had reasonably long red hair and arranged it in a girly style. With a dash of lipstick, a girl was looking back at him from the mirror.

In Marcia’s wardrobe, there were some lace-up high-platform ankle boots. The heels are about five inches, and the platform is about an inch. He put them on. Carefully, he made his way into Mrs. Jackson’s bedroom, which he knew had a big, mirrored wardrobe. When he saw the full effect, Aaron simply could not believe how good he looked. He walked up and down in front of the mirror and generally behaved like a slutty girl, admiring his great legs.

Aaron returned to Marcia’s bedroom to change into another outfit. He was just checking the dressing table drawers when a voice said, “Very nice. You look hot, babe.”

His blood turned to ice. As he turned around, he saw Kyle Jackson, phone in hand, grinning at him. “The guys at college are going to love this, Aaron.”

Aaron stared at the black college jock wide-eyed. “W-What are you d-doing here?” he stammered.

“I had a row with Mom. I didn’t want to go on holiday with them, and she kicked me out of the car and told me to make my own way back home.”

“Err... Oh well, I’m, err, oh shit, I’m sorry. I’ll get changed. Please, please, please don’t say anything,” Aaron said, feeling his cheeks burn.

He went to take the boots off. “Oh no, you don’t,” Kyle said. “If you don’t want anyone to know about this, you’re going to have to do me some favors first.”

Aaron really had no idea what the black teen meant but was desperate that his secret should not get out. “What do you want me to do?” The desperation in his voice was palpable.

“Well, for a start, go into the kitchen. There are some beers in the fridge. Pour me one and bring it into the lounge, and be quick about it.”

“OK. OK.”

‘Is that all he wants? That doesn’t seem too bad,’ Aaron thought. He did as he was bid and took the beer into Kyle, who was sitting in an armchair, having put some slow dance music on the stereo system. He gave the smug guy the beer and turned to go to change.

“Oh no, my little sissy slut. I’m far from finished with you! Dance for me,” Kyle ordered.

Aaron loved dancing, and he had a repertoire of ‘girly’ moves. He did as he had been bid.

“Nice! Nice, baby. You do know how to move, don’t you?” All the while, he was filming Aaron on his phone. After about ten minutes, he motioned Aaron over to the chair. “So now you are going to show me what a bad little schoolgirl you are.
Kneel. Give me your hand.” Aaron knelt, and Kyle pulled the sissy’s hand towards his zipper. “Get my big black cock out, you little whore.”

Aaron gasped. “What! Why?”

Kyle chuckled. “Because you’re gonna suck it like a bad little girl.”

Aaron has seen enough internet porn to know that this happens. ‘Oh my God, I’m gonna have to do it,’ he thought, feeling his stomach roil. ‘I have no choice.’

“Please, not that. I’ve never done that before. Don’t make me do that,” the white man pleaded with the black teen.

Kyle smiled smugly. He had the power here, and he knew it. “Girl, I have loads of pictures and videos of you dressed in my little sister’s clothes. Do you really want me to spread those around?”

“No, I don’t,” Aaron said red-faced.

He nodded. “And do you want my mom and sister to know that the guy they trusted to enter our home was dressing up in their clothes and underwear to get some kind of sexual thrill?”

Aaron gasped. “God, no. I didn’t mean any harm, I promise.”

“Then suck my dick,” Kyle said firmly.

Gingerly, Aaron unzipped Kyle’s jeans and undid the top stud. The bulge in his pants was huge, and as the sissy pulled them down, this great black cock, rigid as a flagpole, shot upright against his hand. It was so thick and had large, throbbing veins around the shaft. The head was circumcised, and the purplish/brown glans were already slick with pre-cum.

“Start by licking the piss split at the top. Then work your way down,” Kyle ordered.

‘Oh my, this is horrible,’ Aaron thought, but he was trapped. He could see no way out. He lowered his mouth to the cockhead, and his tongue found the piss slit.

Kyle started moaning in pleasure. “Ahhhhh...Mmmm...Yeah...Yeah...Good Girl...That’s it, keep going,” the teen moaned.

Aaron couldn’t believe it. The taste was not as bad as he expected. The slimy pre-cum was salty and clung to his tongue. Aaron’s dick, which had deflated at the moment of discovery, was now hardening in Marcia’s smelly used panties. He kept sucking on the head, concentrating on the piss slit. Pre-cum would occasionally squirt into his mouth in a large glob. As Aaron did the deed, he realized he actually liked doing it. Kyle’s hands went to the back of the kneeling man’s head, and then he started forcing his huge black cock into the sissy’s mouth.

Aaron gagged. He brought his hands up as he tried to push Kyle away. “Urgh... No, I can’t. Please stop it. I’ll choke. Your cock is too big,” he begged.

“Oh no, you don’t,” Kyle growled.

From somewhere, Kyle produced a thin leather strap and, very expertly, slid a loop over Aaron’s left hand, then pulled it back behind the sissy. He forced Aaron’s other hand back and wrapped the strap around it. Now, he was powerless to stop the black teenager.

“Put your tongue right down,” Kyle ordered.

The sissy did as he was told. This time as Kyle thrust his black cock into Aaron’s mouth, it actually went much further inside, butting the back of his throat. The teen pulled out and said, “We’ll make a nice little cocksucker out of you yet.”

Aaron just gasped for breath, and then it came again. This time there was a kind of ‘plop’ noise from his throat, and the cock slid right in until black hairy balls were touching his chin. He pulled out and repeated this act several times. When he pulled that long cock out, Aaron squealed, which seemed to amuse Kyle. This went on for ten minutes as the black teenager face fucked the sissy.

“Right, girl. Time to be fucked in that tight little boi pussy of yours,” Kyle declared as he pulled Aaron’s face off his cock.

‘Does he mean my asshole?’ Aaron wondered. ‘Yes, he does.’

“Stay there, slut. I need to get something.” Kyle was gone about a minute. When he came back, he had a bottle of lube. He lifted the school skirt, and Aaron could feel him sniffing Marcia’s panties and his sissy slit. “God, that sister of mine is such a fucking whore. I can smell spunk on these panties. She’s been at it again with that guy from three fifteen. That dirty old fucker. God knows why she fucks that dirty old pervert.”

That piece of information shocked Aaron. The man in three fifteen was a fat older guy, probably in his fifties. To think Marcia would choose to have sex with such a man was shocking. ‘Mr. Davis,’ he thought with a shiver. Aaron feared the man. There was something so masculine and toxic about him, and it made Aaron feel nervous just thinking about him.

Kyle caressed Aaron’s stocking legs, cooing over how sexy he looked. He kissed them from ankle to suspender, quite gently and lovingly. When the teen got to the top of the stockings, Kyle pushed Marcia’s panties to one side.

“Wow, girl. That’s a nice little clit you got there. I like how you keep it all bald. Seems fitting for a dick this small,” Kyle said.

The teen lubricated his fingers with lube and pushed two fingers into Aaron’s ass-pussy. The sissy had been experimenting with various things like carrots and cucumbers, so Kyle did not meet much resistance from his sphincter.

“Ahhh... The sissy likes it in her pussy,” Kyle said mockingly.

Now, he had three fingers in and was moving them back and forward. Aaron moaned gently and softly as the black teen lubricated his passageway. After a short while, Kyle pulled them out, and the sissy felt his cockhead on his rectum. Kyle was as hard as steel, and Aaron felt his anus part as the neighbor pushed very firmly into his little sissy hole. The first attempt didn’t quite get in, but the second attempt forced his rosebud apart, and very gently, Kyle slid about three inches past his sphincter. In a flash, he pulled back and then drove back in with some force, and not long after, those hairy balls slapped against the sissy’s much smaller nuts.

Aaron howled like a racing car off the grid. Kyle laughed and pulled back and did it again. The sissy lost count of the thrusts, and the teen was like a man possessed. His big black hands were around Aaron’s waist, pulling Aaron onto his eight-inch black cock. All Aaron could do was squeal and pant gently with each hard thrust. The terrible thing was he liked the feeling of that cock deep inside him, and he pushed against Kyle to get it inside as far as it would go. With every thrust, the sissy was becoming more and more a little cock whore. The black teenager was kissing Aaron’s neck, his hot breath just a whisper away from the sissy’s ears, calling him a dirty slut, a slag, and his property.

Without warning, he pulled out and pushed the sissy over onto his back. Aaron was gasping for breath and didn’t realize Kyle’s intention. That big black cock appeared in front of his

face, and before he knew it, the black teen let out a long moan, then a thick spurt of warm, creamy jizz hit his nose and splashed across his left eye. This was followed by another jet that went straight into his mouth. Further splashes hit his cheek.

“Oh no... What? What? Urgh... That’s disgusting,” Aaron groaned, screwing up his face.

He couldn’t believe what his younger neighbor had just done. The jizz dripped off his nose and into his mouth, and the teen wiped his cockhead in it, pushing it over Aaron’s tongue, the cock tasting of asshole and jizz. Aaron thought he was going to be sick. Still, he wasn’t. In fact, Aaron liked it.

“Better get used to the taste, you slut. You will be doing a lot more of that,” Kyle said. Aaron lay there while the teen took pictures of his face covered in sticky jizz. “The guys at college will love these,” he laughingly said.

He lay there, looking at his stockinged legs, the ‘fuck-me’ high heel boots, his gaping asshole tingling, jizz still oozing from his mouth, forming a wet patch of it on the schoolgirl blouse. ‘Is this what it’s like to be a girl?’ he wondered. ‘Mmmm, nice.’

Chapter 2

Kyle sat drinking his beer and looking at Aaron with a big smirk on his face. “I think you enjoyed that, you little sissy slut!”

“No... You forced me,” Aaron said, but deep inside, he knew that he did enjoy it.

“Bullshit! The way you dance, the way you hold yourself. That little clit boner you’ve got there. You want to be a girl, don’t you?”

‘Oh God, he knows. He can see through me,’ thought Aaron. “I-I’m not sure...”

“Well, I think you do. I’m going to let you get changed back into your boy clothes now. And don’t say a word to anyone about what happened here today. If you do, I’ll tell everyone I

caught you wearing my sister’s clothes and jerking off your little dicklette into her panties, and I have the photos to prove it.”

Aaron realized Kyle had the upper hand, and he just mumbled, “OK, I understand,”

“Good girl. Now, I want you back here on Saturday at about eleven in the morning. I’m going to stay at Wes’s place, so you’ll still need to do the things my Mom asked you to do cos I won’t be here.” Kyle suddenly laughed and said, “Besides, it’ll give you a chance to play dress-ups a few more times. Just don’t cum too much in my sister’s panties, you dirty girl.”

Wes was a few years older than Kyle, who lived in a flat on the other side of the college campus. It was universally agreed that Wes was a bit of a tearaway, and Kyle met him through the college football team and soon fell in with the party scene.

After Aaron was untied, he went into Marcia’s room and stripped off. He cleaned himself up and put things back where he had found them. As he left, Kyle said, “Don’t forget, not a word to anyone, understand? Make sure you’re back here on Saturday, right?”

“Yeah, I get it,” Aaron said, feeling worried about what Kyle may do to him next.

*****

The week went slowly as the events played out over and over in Aaron’s mind. He went over each day to do the chores Rosie had asked, but there was no sign of Kyle. Each day, he found himself getting dressed in Marcia’s and Rosie’s clothes before he would do those chores. Then Aaron would strut around acting like a girl until jerking off his little dick and cumming. He felt himself in heaven with all these feminine things to play with. Then, every night, Aaron would lie in bed wondering what the hell he’d gotten himself into, but, at the same time, the experience of having sex with Kyle and wearing all those female clothes made him feel that he should really be a girl.

He ran into Mr. Davis in the corridor one day and felt that queasy nervousness he always did with the older man. But now, knowing this gross old man was fucking Marcia just added to his anxiety. There was just something dangerous about him. His stained T-shirt over a potbelly and the exceptionally large

bulge in the old man’s pants loomed to intimidate Aaron, making his small dick shrivel with fear.

*****

Aaron went over to the Jacksons at just after half past ten on the Saturday. He took care of the chores, but knowing who was coming, he didn’t get dressed in Marcia’s clothes. Kyle arrived with a white girl Aaron had seen at college, but he didn’t know her. This girl, who had long blonde hair, huge tits, and looked like a model, was a freshman at college like Kyle.

“Hey, he’s here,” Kyle said by way of a greeting. “I thought you might chicken out.”

“I didn’t have any choice, given all those pics you have of me,” Aaron said glumly.

“Don’t get your panties in a bunch, sissy boy.” Kyle turned to the young woman and said, “This is Tori. When I told her about you, she insisted on coming over today.”

Aaron swallowed hard. “You told her?”

She haughtily gazed at Aaron and laughingly said, “So, this is the little sissy slut, is it? Mmmm, he might scrub up into a nice little whore. Kyle said you had a nice little white boi clit. Show me...”

“I... Um...” Aaron mumbled.

“Go on, girl. She’s gonna see it anyway, sooner or later,” Kyle encouraged.

The man closed his eyes and slid his pants down to reveal his one-inch soft dick and small balls. All as smooth as the day he was born.

“Holy shit,” Tori shouted and laughed. “Can you call that little thing a cock?”

“I call it a clit,” Kyle said and laughed.

“That’s the smallest dick I’ve ever seen on a grown man. Any wonder he’s into dressing like a girl; he practically is one.”

Then it hit Aaron like a thunderbolt. ‘Oh my God, Tori Lawson,’ he thought with a shudder. Yes, he had heard of her through some of his coworkers at the college. The stories about her were the kind of backroom gossip that drew the chortles and leers from men speaking of things less than savory. She was basically a very slutty young lady. Tori was wearing a short

black skirt, a skimpy top, what looked like seamed fishnet stockings or tights, and some very high-heeled black, suede platform boots. Her makeup was heavy eyeliner, false lashes, and lots of skillful contouring. ‘She looks like a hooker,’ thought Aaron.

Both she and Kyle were carrying small suitcases. “Do you think you can work your magic on him?” Kyle asked.

“Hmmm, I can see he is very girly already, even in boy’s clothes, but after I have finished with him, he will look just like me,” Tori said confidently. “He’ll be the belle of the ball.”

They laughed, and Aaron blushed. He was ushered into Marcia’s bedroom and told to strip naked. Tori pulled out items from the cases and put them on the bed. She put a black waist cincher, with six suspenders, around his middle, fastened it, and then pulled the laces up real tight. Aaron squealed as she did this, and she just laughed.

“Get used to it, babe. You wanted to be a girl. Well, this is all part of it,” she said with a smirk.

She fastened him into a padded bra, which made it look like he had boobs. He squeezed the bra cups, and it actually felt like real breasts. Instructing him to sit, she passed Aaron some seamed fishnet stockings, ordering him to put them on. Standing him up, she showed him how to get the seams straight as he rolled them up his legs. With some help, he fastened the suspenders.

“Right into the bathroom,” Tori ordered, and once there said, “Bend over. You need cleaning out.”

She produced a large plastic syringe with fluid in it. She pushed it into Aaron’s asshole and pushed the fluid into his bowels. She made him wait for fifteen minutes. While they waited, Tori put pink nail polish on his fingers and toes. Then, she had him sit on the toilet and push the liquid out.

“You need a couple more goes,” she said after looking at what came out.

Once she was happy that the enemas were clear, they went back to the bedroom, and, to his amazement, she lifted her skirt. Tori proceeded to pull her panties off. As she did so, he caught his first glimpse of a girl’s pussy, in the flesh, rather than

on the internet. Hers looked like a split in a cushion, bulging open with bits hanging out. She held her panties to his nose.

“Smell that, sissy. That’s what a girl’s pussy smells like after being fucked by three big cocks last night,” she boasted. She passed the black lacey panties under his nose, and he got the full aroma of her used pussy. “Put them on. The guys will want to smell that.”

‘Guys? What’s going on?’ Aaron wondered. He did as he was told and slid the panties on, feeling the wet patch on the cotton gusset against his dick. Tori produced a floral top and a really short black tube skirt and proceeded to dress him in them. The skirt was exceedingly short, and when he bent forward, his stocking tops were clearly showing. Pushing him onto the dressing stool, she made him up. Aaron couldn’t see, but there was a lot of eyeliner and contouring. She also glued some huge false eyelashes to his eyes. Finally, she clipped some hooped earrings onto his ears and coated his lips in a really pale pink lipstick.

Then, she pulled out a long blonde wig from one of the cases. Brushed it and put it on Aaron’s head using some clips attached to the wig to clip it to his real hair. It was the boots she produced from another case that caused his dick to stiffen in the damp panties. They were lace-up, black, over-the-knee, five-inch stiletto heels. She made Aaron put them on, and she laced them up. Standing Aaron up, he caught sight of himself in the mirror.

‘I look hot,’ he thought wide-eyed. ‘I’m almost a copy of Tori. We could be sisters.’

Having checked everything was in place, she ushered Aaron out toward the front door.

“I can’t go out there dressed like this,” he squealed. “I don’t do this in public.”

“Well, you’re going to today,” Tori said firmly. “Think of it as your coming out day.”

Tori pushed him down the corridors to the lifts. Surprisingly, he found he could walk in the boots and was actually quite enjoying wearing them. The lift doors opened, and there was Mr. Davis, standing there like the big fat slob he was.

“Hi, ladies,” he said, looking both Tori and Aaron up and down with a leer. “Going down?” He licked his lips.

“Always,” Tori said.

The black man chuckled as the two entered the lift. “Hey, you look familiar,” he said to Aaron. “Do I know you?”

Before Aaron could say anything, Tori said, “This is Rita. Her brother lives here.”

“Brother?” Davis said and frowned. “Oh, that pipsqueak faggot in three ten?”

Tori nodded. “That’s him.”
“Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Rita.”
Aaron smiled and said, “You too,” in the best girly voice he

had rehearsed for years in front of the mirror.
As the lift doors opened on the ground floor, Davis said, “I

live in three twenty. So if you ever wanna drop by for a visit, Rita, I’d sure appreciate it.”

“Um, maybe,” Aaron said as Tori ushered him out.
*****
Out on the street was a white taxi van. Kyle was already in

the back. Tori pushed Aaron into the seat by the driver and slid in beside him. The driver leered at their display of fishnet stocking-clad legs. Aaron reached over and clipped his seat belt in. In seconds, they were off down the busy street on the south side of the campus, heading to the north side.

“Where are we going?” Aaron asked.

“To a place where your dreams will come true,” Tori said mysteriously.

The van made its way to a block of flats on the north side of the college. Looking around, Aaron could see the luscious green oak trees that lined these streets. The van stopped near some garages, and about five or six young guys were standing near an open garage door. They were all smirking, laughing, and drinking beer from cans.

Tori got out of the van and, holding the door open, said, “Let’s go, Cinderella!”

Aaron got out, wobbling slightly as he adjusted to wearing the heels, and she pushed him toward the open garage door. The garage was relatively empty apart from some papers and

general rubbish right at the back, but, horror of horrors, in the center was a wooden bench-like affair. It was a bit like two steps. On the lower of which was some old foam and, from each of the legs at the bottom, blue nylon rope was tied. The upper step had a bar extending out from it to which there were some leather straps attached. The center of this step had a raised wooden part, which was cut in a semi-circle. Hinged at the side was another piece, also cut in a semi-circle.

“Kneel on that step, you sissy slut,” hissed Tori.

This was accompanied by laughter from the guys who had followed them inside. Aaron hesitated, only to be manhandled by a couple of the guys who forced him onto the step until his knees rested on the foam. Kyle was around at the front of the other step,

“Put your fucking neck in slut,” Kyle grunted at him.

By this time, his arms had been grabbed, and Aaron was pulled down toward the cut-out in the wood. Some back pressure was applied to his head, and as his neck went into the cut-out, the top-hinged part was pushed over and fastened at the side. The guy holding his arms fastened his wrists on either side with the leather straps.

“What! Stop! No!” Aaron squealed.
“Just shut the fuck up and enjoy it,” laughed Tori. Aaron felt his ankles being tied to the back of the

contraption. He was aware that his skirt had been pulled up, exposing his bottom, which was, because of the way he had been fastened, sticking up at an angle. Tori came around to his face, holding a metal ring with some straps fastened to it.

“Open your mouth,” she commanded.
“What?”
“Open your fuckin mouth, you whore.”
With this, someone slapped him across the backside with a

cane or something. Aaron squealed, “Owwww!”
Tori slipped the ring into his mouth behind his teeth. With

Kyle’s help, she fastened the ends to some buckles on the piece of wood that was on top of his neck. Aaron struggled, but to no avail. He was well and truly trussed up and at their mercy.

Tori lifted her skirt to reveal her gaping pussy, which was glistening with moisture. She put her fingers into herself and then pulled them out. They were all wet. She pushed them under Aaron’s nose and then rubbed them around his mouth. The smell was amazing, and his dick twitched in his panties. She did this a couple of times, and then she went around behind him. Aaron felt her pull the panties to one side and do the same to his asshole, her fingers going right into him. He got a boner, which was accompanied by a cheer from the guys watching.

“God, it’s so fucking small,” one of them said.
“Tori’s clit is bigger than that little dick,” another laughed. “Any wonder he likes it up the ass. That babydick would

never please a woman,” yet another guy said.
“Look at the slut, he is more than ‘up’ for this,” one of the

men exclaimed.
More laughter.
At this point, Wes made an appearance. He grinned at Tori

and Kyle and said, “Perfect, you were right, Kyle, this sissy is hot—I’m first!”

With that, he came around to Aaron’s face and dropped his trousers and pants. Tori grabbed his stiffening black cock and pushed it up to the sissy’s mouth. It was exceptionally large and veiny, with the foreskin pulled back and glistening. Aaron was powerless to stop her from guiding that cockhead in past the ring, and his shaft just slid inside. It touched the back of his throat, and Aaron gagged and nearly threw up. Remembering the way Kyle had got it past his throat when he had fucked him, Aaron pushed his tongue right down, and the meaty beast slid into his throat. Someone hit Aaron with the cane again, and he tried to squeal, but there was just this blowing sound around Wes’s huge black cock. The older jock pulled out and repeated the action a few times, then motioned to Kyle to put his cock in Aaron’s mouth.

Kyle’s cock was slightly smaller than Wes’s (but still big), but Aaron struggled for breath as the neighbor teen fucked his throat. Wes, meanwhile, had gone around to Aaron’s raised rear and was licking the sissy’s butt hole. Aaron realized that he

was enjoying the attention and that the ribald comments about him being a dirty cock slut were turning him on.

Wes’s tongue was right inside his asshole, and he was waggling it about. Aaron’s dicklette desperately needed stroking, but it just bobbed about, banging up and down. He felt Wes’s cock pressing against his anus. He pushed back as if he was taking a dump and let that mighty black cock inside his asshole. Aaron wanted it inside him. To cheers, Wes pushed nearly the full length inside Aaron’s bowels in one go. The sissy felt the pain but also the pleasure. Waves of energy swept through Aaron as Wes drove it inside time after time, right up to his big hairy balls. All the while, Kyle was matching Wes thrust for thrust. The wooden fuck bench was rocking with the motion of two strong black teens fucking the white sissy slut with the tiny dick.

Tori was bent over with her face not far from Aaron’s, and one of the other black guys fucked her from behind. She was grinning at him, and every so often, Kyle pulled his cock out of Aaron’s mouth and shoved it in Tori’s.

The sissy’s pussy was being rammed by Wes’s big black cock. As it slid in and out, wave after wave of immense pleasure went through Aaron, and he shuddered, trying to get his dicklette against something to relieve the aching need to cum. Wes’s pace quickened, and he suddenly grunted loudly. Although it was, at times, quite painful, Aaron was just loving the feeling of this rampant steel-hard black cock servicing his asshole.

“Oh God! Yes! Yes! You fucking little dick slut,” Wes moaned. “That’s what you needed, a fucking good load of cum in you!” With that, he pushed even harder than before. Aaron felt him twitching and throbbing inside him and knew he’d orgasmed.

Too much for Kyle, he shot his load over Aaron’s face and tongue. Tori quickly grabbed his cock into her mouth and was rewarded with some more spurts of creamy jizz. These she spat at Aaron’s mouth, moaning as she did so.

“Lots more yet, you slut,” she whispered in his ear. Aaron hadn’t realized that the guy had also cum in her pussy. She pushed her fingers into her cunt and pulled out some jizz which

she smeared around his lips. “Taste that, my little cum dumpster,” she mocked.

‘Oh my God, it’s delicious,’ he thought. Aaron let out an enormous fart and could feel Wes’s semen squirting out of his anus. Kyle, Wes, and Tori sorted themselves out and then went to go into one of the nearby flats, but as they left, Wes said to the group of lads standing around, “She’ll be here for an hour or so. Do what you want.”

*****

With that, he left with the others, laughing, and Aaron was with what was now quite a gathering of teenage college guys. They were quite a mixed group. A couple were black, some Asian guys, and some white guys. Almost immediately, Aaron had another cock in his asshole and mouth.

There was a chant from the college guys: “Fuck the sissy bitch! Fuck the sissy bitch!”

Aaron’s poor dicklette still flailed about, and he was desperate to cum, but there was no way he could. He was fucked in the mouth and asshole by a succession of cocks of all sizes. The smallest was probably only seven inches. He couldn’t tell you how many guys used him, but he realized all of them were on the college football team. So there were more than ten guys there. A couple of girls came to watch, standing with their arms folded and laughing.

The brunette one said, “Oh, you pitiful thing. Can’t your little clitty dick cum?”

She lifted her top in front of him to reveal a genuinely nice pair of tits which had pierced nipples. Removing her top completely, she clambered underneath the apparatus, rolled over on her back, and, while Aaron was being ass fucked, sucked his little raging boner. Aaron came almost instantly. He shot loads into her mouth and over her face, grunting through the ring gag together with the cock that was banging back and forth in his mouth. The white guy that was in his rectum shot his load, and some of that dripped onto her face. She stood up, giggling, to show everyone the jizz dripping from her mouth and down onto her tits. Another cheer from the assembled

crowd! Then she came around to the front and spat what she had left all over Aaron’s face.

“The little babydick sissy came good, didn’t he?” the brunette giggled as she rubbed some of his jizz over her nipples,

One by one, Aaron had cocks stuffed into him and cumshots all over his face, which was a mass of white sliding down his forehead, cheeks, and mouth. It was like he was in some nasty bukkake porno; there was that much jizz on his face. Naturally, the enjoyment went out of it once he came, and his dick shriveled up to such a point it looked like an innie. So poor Aaron just took cock after cock and load after load.

*****

Eventually, Kyle Wes and Tori wandered back, looking noticeably stoned.

Looking at poor Aaron, Tori laughed, saying, “Now then, my little cum slut, had enough for this time?” She walked around behind him and picked up a dish that, unbeknown to him, had been placed under his butt. “Mmmm! Seems we need to get rid of this...”

She came around near his face and knelt. Then she put the contents of the dish to her mouth, tipping her head back to pour the combined mixture of several college jocks’ jizz and his asshole juices into her mouth. Tori moved it back and forth around her mouth, then spat the lot through the ring into Aaron’s. The congealed mass dripped out of his mouth and slipped down over the front of the fuck bench to join a big pool of cum on the ledge just below his chin.

One of the bigger jocks grabbed one of the watching girls by her blonde hair and forced her to kneel and lick the cum up. The other guys laughed at her as she squealed in protest, but it was obvious she had no choice.

“You’re all just sluts, so slurp it up,” some white guys said as the girl was held down.

Aaron was released from his bonds, and Tori rewarded him with a big, wet kiss.

“You are now just like me, sissy girl, a dirty, fucking cumslut,” Tori declared.

‘Is this what it’s like to be a girl?’ Aaron wondered.

Chapter 3

They all returned to the Jackson apartment so Aaron could change and clean up. His body tingled, and his boi pussy hurt from all the big cocks it took during the gangbang. The hot shower felt good as it ran down his body. He got out and dressed in his boy clothes again and went out to find Kyle and Tori.

“So, my little cum slut,” Tori said as he entered the living room. “How do you like being a girl now?” Tori giggled. “Do you want more?”

Aaron shuddered. “I don’t know. What happened in that garage was not exactly the wholesome image I have of what it means to be a girl.”

“Well, you’re not really a girl, are you? But we could help you with that.”

“How?”

Kyle cleared his throat. “I know a dude who could get you some of those female hormone tablets for a start.”

Aaron frowned. “OK.”

Kyle smiled. “You could get yourself some breast implants, too. Get proper tits.”

Tori said, “Yes. And then there’s the sex change operation. You could really become a girl, babe. Correct nature’s mistake in making you a boy.”

“I’ve thought about it,” Aaron admitted. “But I don’t know.”

She looked him straight in the eyes and said, “Well, it’s time to stop thinking and start doing. If you really want to be a girl, then it’s time to embrace it.”

“OK,” Aaron said nervously.
With that, he left and went back to his apartment.
*****
The days flew by, and he hoped to hear from Tori or Kyle. He

wanted so much to be dressed as a girl and fucked again. He continued to watch over Rosie Jackson’s apartment until the two women arrived home from their trip. He must have tried on every stitch of female clothing in the place in the two weeks

they were away. Aaron felt a little embarrassed going over to return the key, knowing his little dick had been in every pair of panties in the place, clean and dirty ones. But they didn’t seem any the wiser, and Rosie was sweet in her thanks for helping out.

He had taken to wearing panties full-time and often had lingerie on under his boy clothes, even at work. However, there was no word from anyone, and Aaron wondered if they were done with him now they had had their fun with him. The only thing was that now spring break had ended, he hoped to see Kyle and Tori at the college. Yet he knew the students generally ignored the ground staff, and that would continue once college returned.

On the third day back at work, the brunette girl who sucked him off during the gangbang approached Aaron while he was weeding a flower bed and smiled. Like Tori, she always looked immaculate, and somehow, they both got away with wearing miniskirts that barely covered their crotches. The brunette rested her arm on his and said, “Hey there, sissy boy. How’s that babydick of yours going? I bet you’ve jerked it raw after what happened last week.”

“Hi, err—” he began.
“Kathy.”
“Ah, hi, Kathy. It’s fine, thanks,” Aaron said with a smile. “Someone will be at your place on Saturday night at about

nine to get you ready for another wild time. Have everything shaved smooth, and use a few enemas on yourself before they arrive. OK?”

Aaron nodded. Then Kathy turned and walked away, and he watched her sumptuous legs enviously as she moved across the grounds toward a lecture hall. Aaron felt his heart speed. His breathing became heavy. ‘I wonder what’s going on?’ he wondered. ‘Another gangbang by the football team?’

*****

There was a knock at the door on Saturday night, and to Aaron’s surprise, it was Marcia, Kyle’s twin sister, holding a big suitcase.

“Hi there, sissy bitch,” Marcia said with attitude. She stormed into Aaron’s apartment, and he shut the door behind her.

“Um, I was expecting Tori,” he said.

Marcia spun around with a sneer on her face. “You and I have some unfinished business,” she said.

“Oh? What?” he asked, trying to remain calm.

“Oh, the fact that you spent spring break wearing my fucking clothes and jerking off into my panties, you dirty cunt,” she shouted.

“I... I...”

“And my Mom’s, too. She trusted you. How could you do that to her?”

‘Kyle must have told her,’ Aaron thought, feeling shaky. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean any harm. I just get carried away sometimes. I really like being a girl, and your clothes are so pretty...”

“That doesn’t give you a reason to do that shit,” Marcia shouted. “Buy your own fucking girl clothes, you cocksucking faggot.”

“I’m sorry,” he whined.

Marcia came up to him, grabbed his shorts, and pulled them down to expose his tiny smooth, soft dick. “God, Kyle was right about you,” she said, staring at it. “You’re pathetic. That little boy’s dick is the most useless appendage I’ve ever seen.”

“Please, Marcia. I’m sorry. I’ll do anything to make it up to you.”

“Oh, you will, will you? Well, I’ve got plans for you, slut. A nasty man is blackmailing me, and I need to get some dirt on him to make him stop, and you’re just the bait I need for that.”

“Bait?”

Marcia smirked. “Come on, tonight is the night. Let’s get you ready for your big date.”

He kicked his shorts off and followed her into his bedroom naked from the waist down. Marcia placed the case on the bed and opened it. She pulled out a pink satin dress, a white satin lace-up Basque, which had false breasts with nipples attached under a thin voile cover in the breast area. But then she

grabbed a box and pulled a chastity cage out of it. Marcia squatted in front of Aaron and put the chastity cage on his little dick. His dick was so small and soft that it wasn’t really a cage but a flat piece of metal with holes in it. The sissy just stood there and meekly accepted the punishment. He felt bad for dressing in her clothes.

“There... Now, if you’re a good girl, I’ll remove this cage. But for now, I’m going to be your keyholder, so no touching your clit unless I say so,” she said firmly.

“OK, Marcia,” Aaron said, head bowed.

Then, having laced him tightly into the Basque, she helped him into some white, seamed stockings, which had little pink bows attached at the back, and fastened them to the six suspenders on the Basque. Aaron’s dick was getting hard, and he felt it push uncomfortably against the flat chastity cage.

“You better be a real slut for my blackmailer,” she laughed. “Or you’ll never get this key back.”

Aaron was worried that unless he behaved, he might be staying like this.

“Did you use the enemas like you were instructed?”
“Yes, Marcia,” he said meekly.
She produced a silver egg-shaped object with a shaft and a

big, clear jewel at one end. He knew that this was a butt plug. She put some lube on it and pushed it against his puckered anus. It slid in quite easily. Then she took it out, wiped it clean with a sanitized cloth, and to his amazement, dropped her lacy black panties and pushed the butt plug into her pussy. She moved it around and then pulled it out with a ‘plop.’ Then she pushed it back into Aaron’s asshole.

“Ooh, good girl, that’s gonna make things easier for later. This man has an enormous cock,” Marcia said. “If you thought Wes’s nigga cock was big, this one is even bigger.”

He swallowed hard. “OK.”
“Say, what are we going to call you?”
“Tori once called me Rita when I was dressed like this,” he

said.
“Well, Rita, it is. If you get me out of this mess, I’ll give you

the key to your cage.”

If it hadn’t been for the cage, he would have shot his load there and then. Marcia led him into his bathroom and sat him down while she did his makeup. She leaned forward to put his foundation on and then made him up. It was further agony that he could not get any relief because of the cage around his poor babydick. He knew his face would be amazing, but after she had put on some huge false eyelashes, she let him stand up and look in the mirror.

“WOW,” he said, eyes wide.

Aaron simply could not believe he was looking at himself. He looked like a gorgeous girl. Marcia had done a far better job than Tori did the other week. She sat him down again and put some pink false nails on his finger and toenails. His blonde wig was, this time, glued on and was simply not going anywhere. It was piled up in an extravagant ‘up-do’ with curled tendrils on either side of his face. While the adhesive set and ‘cured,’ Marcia fiddles with her cell phone. Lastly, she pulled from the case some pink vinyl platform boots that were shiny. The platforms were around two inches, and the stiletto heels were six inches. Aaron was in raptures, staring into the mirror at himself.

“OK, time to get this asshole with your asshole,” Marcia said and laughed at her joke.

“But he’ll see I’m not a true girl,” Aaron said. “What if he beats me up?”

“After what you did on spring break, you’d deserve it,” Marcia snapped. “But I don’t think he will. He’s a total pervert.”

“OK, Marcia. Where is this guy then?”
She smiled. “Follow me.”
They left Aaron’s apartment and walked up the corridor to

three twenty.
Aaron gasped as he realized what was happening at last.

“Mr. Davis?”
He remembered Kyle telling him that day he was caught that

Marcia was fucking the old black guy. Now, he knew it wasn’t consensual. Davis was blackmailing her to do it. What the old

man could have on Marcia, Aaron didn’t know. But he knew it must be big if she submitted herself to the old man in that way.

“Here’s how it’s going down,” Marcia whispered. “You’ll knock on the door after I leave you here and go back to your place. He’ll invite you in and will no doubt lay some moves on you. You must unlock the door for me so I can sneak in and take pictures and videos, which I’ll use to make him stop bothering both of us afterward.”

“How will pictures of us doing it stop him?” Aaron asked.

“He’s one of those real macho bullshit types,” Marcia said with a sneer. “The last thing he’d want is people thinking he’s a faggot. And pictures of him fucking you would say otherwise.”

“Oh, OK,” he said feeling a bit shameful to be used in this manner.

The last thing he’d ever want to do is gay shame some man. However, Marcia could also turn him over to the police for what he did while she was away with her mother. It wouldn’t go well for Aaron either, as Kyle had videos and pictures of him in Marcia’s school uniform and panties. ‘Everyone’s getting blackmailed here tonight,’ he thought bitterly.

*****

“What?” Mr. Davis said as he opened the door, staring at his phone.

The old black man didn’t even look at Aaron, a cigarette migrating from one corner of his mouth to the other as he swiped through something on his phone. Aaron was disgusted to note that it was pictures of barely-legal girls sucking big cocks enthusiastically. His little dick twitched in its micro cage, a reminder of how his erections now belonged to Marcia.

“Hi, it’s Rita. Remember me?” Aaron said with a wispy smile.

Davis looked up, gave the sissy a creepily thorough once over, and nodded. He looked down the hallway briefly and then back to Aaron.

The old man’s brow furrowed. “Rita?” Then he smiled, his teeth stained with nicotine. “Yeah, I sure do. What’s up?”

“I came to meet up with Aaron as we were supposed to be going out, but he’s not home. He texted me and said he won’t

be back for an hour,” he said softly. “I was wondering if maybe I could stop here and wait for him. I hope it’s not too much of an imposition.”

He stared at Aaron for a moment, his broad Neanderthal brow furrowing. “Not at all,” Davis said, licking his lips. Come in. Make yourself at home, baby.”

Aaron entered, and as Davis shut the door, he asked, “Do you mind leaving it unlocked? I’d feel safer.”

The old man nodded and stopped himself from locking the door. “There’s no need to be afraid here,” Davis said in his masculine voice. “I’m a real gentleman.” The man laughed.

Davis finally set down his phone and crossed his arms. He had paused over a picture of a redhead who was gagging on a thick black cock. Davis stubbed his cigarette out in the ashtray, then slowly leaned in, putting his face really close to Aaron’s. Then, he said with a cruel satisfaction. “Do you think this getup fools me, boy?” He sneered down at Aaron, giving the sissy’s whole person a contemptuous look. “I prefer real girls,” the old man declared.

Aaron froze. “W-what d’ya mean?” he stammered. “Of course, I’m a real girl.”

Davis laughed. He threw his head back and laughed a deep belly laugh, clutching his flabby waist. “I don’t know what’s funnier, that you think you could be fooling anyone or that you think you could be a real girl.” He turned serious in a split second, “Cause I’ve got eyes, sonny, and what I see right now ain’t a girl but a sissy.”

Aaron couldn’t speak. He was rooted to the spot in horror and fear. ‘How did he know? How could he tell?’ Aaron wondered. ‘Marcia did a wonderful job. I really look like a girl.’

He didn’t have time to ponder these questions because, in the next second, Davis grabbed Aaron’s wrists and dragged the sissy toward a door. Davis was at least two feet taller than Aaron and a good hundred pounds heavier. No matter how hard he tried, he could not break free of the old man’s hold.

“Ain’t nobody ever tell you not to lie?” Davis sneered as he manhandled the sissy through a door into a small bedroom.

“Coming here trying to act like you’re a real respectable girlie,” he snorted. “Anyone with eyes and a taste for proper girls can see the dickie on you from miles away.”

“No, no, no! Please, I’m sorry. Just please let me go,” Aaron sobbed as he was forced over the bed.

“Oh no, asshole. It’s too late for that,” Davis said, clearly enjoying Aaron’s fear. “A bitchboi like you waltzing in here and batting those lashes to manipulate me. Get fucked! It’s time someone put you back in your place.”

With that, Davis reached under Aaron’s dress and ripped off his panties with a single jerk of his wrist. Aaron gasped as the lacy fabric tore in two, exposing his caged little dick.

“At least you got the good sense to keep that little bitch clit locked up,” Davis sneered at Aaron.

The old man tied his hands behind his back with the remnants of his ripped panties, then stood back to admire his handiwork. Davis unzipped his jeans and pulled out his black cock. It was hard already, a thick slab of veiny meat that would no doubt be splitting Aaron wide soon. The sissy shivered at the thought. Davis squeezed his smooth small balls, making the sissy squeal.

“What do you say to a man who’s going to destroy your ass-pussy?” Davis growled.

As much as Aaron hated it, he knew that there was only one correct answer. “Thank you, sir,” Aaron whimpered, trying to contain his voice. “Thank you for destroying my ass-pussy! Please use it as your cumdump!”

He thought of Marcia sneaking in and videoing this. Aaron didn’t want to be seen like this, bent over a bed, about to be assfucked by a dirty old black man. The pressure on his balls was released, and the butt plug was removed and put in Aaron’s mouth.

“Suck on this, slut,” Davis ordered, and the sissy did.

Then the blunt head of Davis’s thick black cock pushed against his asshole. Aaron moaned pathetically as his tight asshole was slowly stretched apart. The butt plug was nowhere near the sheer girth of the black cock currently forcing its way into his defenseless sphincter. The little ring of muscle was

stretched to breaking, valiantly attempting to close around the huge cock that was invading it.

“Ahhhhhhhhh,” Aaron moaned.

His pained whimpers seemed to echo off the surrounding walls, broken up only by Davis’s grunts of pleasure. There was nothing Aaron could do but lie there. Cheek pressed to the orange bedspread as his rectum struggled to accommodate the massive black intruder. Davis’s shallow thrusts rubbed Aaron’s chest against the material of the fake boobs, making his nipples harden into little pebbles.

“Fuck yes, I love tight sissyslits,” Davis huffed when at long last, he bottomed out in Aaron’s asshole.

A full eleven inches of massive black cock as thick as a soda can. The old man pulled himself almost all the way out, then drove his big cock home with one powerful thrust. A strangled noise escaped Aaron’s throat. ‘Was that a zing from my G-spot?’ Aron wondered. Davis pulled out and fucked into him again. Aaron yelped again, tears watering from pain and pleasure. The cock in his asshole was so thick that the entire length of it was pressing against Aaron’s prostate. The sissy’s babydick twitched and jumped in its cage at the sensation.

SLAP. SLAP. SMACK. SCHWAP...

Davis set a steady rhythm, seemingly single-minded in his determination to destroy Aaron’s poor little ass-pussy. Every time Davis slammed his cock all the way in, it felt like the friction could start a fire in Aaron’s ass. And yet, at the same time, it was putting pressure on Aaron’s prostate and making him whimper in pleasure. He could feel himself start to leak pre-cum, a fact that didn’t go unnoticed by the old black man who was currently fucking his asshole.

“See? This is why sissies are meant to be cumdumps,” Davis told him with a hint of amusement in his voice. “No other person would enjoy being assraped like this, would they?”

The answer was, of course, they would not. Aaron was horrified. His body was beginning to respond to the presence of a dominant man. The pleasure from his boi pussy only grew each time Davis fucked into it. It was as if his body was actually, really meant to be fucked?

“Mmmmmm... Noooo,” Aaron finally admitted in between moans.

“So tell me, what do you think you are?” Davis asked.

This time, his tone was a little gentler, a little kinder. The old man pulled the butt plug out of Aaron’s mouth and waited, still fucking the sissy hard.

“I’m...Ahhhhh...Oooooo...a pathetic, disgusting...Mmmm...Argh...sissy...a cumdump for alpha men,” Aaron moaned softly, tears forming in his eyes again.

This time, they weren’t tears of fear or pain. They were tears of grief because he was beginning to realize that maybe all this time, his belief that he was a girl was wrong. ‘Maybe this is what I am?” he wondered. ‘Not a boy or a girl, but something in between.’

The chaos in Aaron’s mind mirrored the chaotic sensations wracking his whole body. The repeated impact of Davis’s hips against his bottom didn’t help either. But the pressure was beginning to build behind his little dick cage, in the depths of his navel, where Davis’s thick cock seemed to reach. His sissy slit was beginning to quiver with pleasure because of the simulation of his prostate. Worst of all, his babydick, which had been limp for a long time, was hardening.

The warring sensations and his body’s strange response left Aaron so discouraged and confused that he could only cry. Then and there, tied up and braced on a bed, Aaron came to realize something. He was never going to become the girl he always dreamed of becoming. He was a sissy whose stiff babydick was dripping nonstop from having his boi pussy destroyed by a dirty old black man.

Freedom and independence were concepts for other people, respectable people, and decent people. Not sissy’s like Aaron. The realization filled Aaron with shame. He had tried so hard to be something he was not. He thought he was staying true to himself by wearing female clothes. The memories of what he did while he watched Rosie’s apartment during spring break flooded back. He wasn’t dressing in women’s clothing because he wanted to be a woman. Aaron was doing it because he wanted to degrade himself. He wanted this.

Because the true nature of a sissy was not as a respectable, upstanding member of society. A sissy was nothing more than a living fleshlight. But Aaron could still be a good cumdump. He didn’t have to let his pitiful sissy nature prevent him from living a fulfilling life. It just meant that his fulfillment would come from serving as a living cum receptacle instead. The thought chased away some of the humiliation and shame that Aaron felt as he was being fucked. ‘No, sissies can’t be raped if their purpose is to serve alpha cock, right?’ he wondered. ‘Yes, I am being assfucked, or being used as I should be.’

Aaron began to relax, letting himself sag wholly against the bed. He pushed his hips backward to meet Davis’s punishing thrusts. Davis made a sound of approval and then leaned over Aaron, covering his petite frame with his larger one. In this position, Aaron could feel the warmth radiating from the old man’s larger body, and it warmed his wretched sissy heart.

“Come to your senses then, little sissy?” Davis growled in Aaron’s ear.

“Yes, sir,” Aaron said softly, still sniffling a little. “I’m a pitiful little sissy whose purpose in life is to serve alpha cock.”

These were not words meant to appease the man who was fucking him, but a simple statement of fact.

“Good,” Davis sounded pleased.

“Thank you, sir, thank you for showing me my place,” Aaron said as the black man picked up his pace, punishing his ass-pussy relentlessly.

He lifted Aaron’s hips with one hand and drove his cock downward instead of forward.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh,” Aaron’s scream hurt Davis’s ears.

The sissy’s prostate, which was already being massaged relentlessly by Davis’s girthy length, had just been punched with a terrible blow. Pleasure and pain exploded through Aaron’s body as one, befuddling his mind completely. His babydick oozed sissy goo with every subsequent pile-driving stroke as the pressure in his crotch mounted. Then, it happened.

Aaron felt pleasure overtake every single ache. It started in his asshole, where Davis was abusing his prostate, spreading

outward to his twitching babydick and swinging balls, up his spine to his tingling nipples, to his wide-eyed, gasping face, then down to his curling toes. Aaron’s boicunt clenched and convulsed repeatedly. His babydick strained against its cruel metal cage, leaking sissy jizz without pause. All of Aaron’s limbs shook and shivered uncontrollably as he had his first ever purely anal sissygasm in a dirty, grimy bedroom that reeked of sweat and stale cigarette smoke.

“See, sissy,” Davis said pityingly. “See how much better it is when you accept your true nature?”

“Yes, sir, thank you for showing me,” Aaron moaned softly.

It was easily the most powerful orgasm that Aaron had ever had, and it was thanks to the man who destroyed his boi cunt, and taught him what he really was. Davis continued to drive his cock into Aaron’s ass, sending out delightful little aftershocks with each pump of his hips.

“Fuuuuuck...” Davis groaned long and loud as he finally shot his jizz into Aaron’s little sissy hole.

Aaron moaned in response. The sensation of jizz surging into his ass-pussy felt strangely right. It was his purpose, after all. Davis fucked his boi cunt a couple more times before pulling out slowly. He grabbed Aaron’s head and directed his face to where his traitorous babydick had made a mess on the bed. Without him asking, Aaron understood his duty. He stuck out his tongue and began to lick it clean.

As Aaron cleaned, he felt large fingers untie the bonds around his wrists. Immediately after, Davis walked away. There was no need for the restraints anymore, and there was no need for the old man to direct him around. Aaron now understood everything. When Aaron finished cleaning off the bed, he limped into the living room, wincing as his sissy hole protested.

Davis was sitting in his chair, his cock still out of his pants and a cigarette in his mouth. Aaron crossed the room and dropped to his knees. Davis looked down at Aaron impassively.

“Thank you, sir, for showing me my place,” Aaron said in a tiny voice.

He sucked Davis’s softened black cock into his mouth, bathing it with his tongue. The tool that Davis used to give Aaron his epiphany had to be appreciated properly.

“And what is your place?” Davis asked.

He took a long drag on his cigarette and huffed the smoke into Aaron’s face.

“It’s in front of every real man’s cock, serving them as they see fit, sir,” Aaron said quietly.

The idea of serving men all the time, draining their balls and even their bladders, made Aaron a little nervous. But the hard assfucking that Davis gave him had rattled something into place. The reason he struggled so hard in life ever since he was a teenager was that he hadn’t actually found his place. But serving men, as scary as it sounded, it felt right.

“You gonna keep pretending you’re some kind of girl?” Davis asked evenly, eyeing Aaron.

Aaron shook his head. “No sir,” he said softly, “Real girls don’t have pathetic little babydicks or useless baby balls between their legs. I’m a sissy, not a girl.”

Aaron sniffed a little, feeling a little sad that it had taken him so long to realize this. Now that he knew, though, he could dedicate his life to being a cock slut. And maybe if he worked hard enough, he could even become a great one. Aaron wiped away his tears firmly and looked up at Davis.

“Sir, would you train me?” he asked.

A look of approval overcame Davis’s features. He nodded with a cruel little smile. “Of course, sissy. You need to be kept in your place anyway.”

Butterflies erupted in Aaron’s stomach. Then he returned to sucking that mammoth black cock and hairy balls while Davis picked up his phone and started looking at pictures of barely legal teen girls sucking cocks.

Epilogue

Aaron was used by Kyle and his friends often, and the sissy gladly obliged, for that was his duty. Marcia did get some footage of Davis ass fucking Aaron, and the old man agreed to

stop blackmailing the black teenager for sex as a result. But the old man didn’t care. He had something better now. She gave the key to his chastity cage back to Aaron, who promptly gave it to Davis. Eventually, Aaron moved into Davis’s apartment, and he lived his life—fulfilled.

The End.