FEMINIZED FRAT BOYS by Throne (Patreon)

FEMINIZED FRAT BOYS by Throne

I kept mentally congratulating myself for how clever I'd been.  My idea for creating a frat house was brilliant.  The building was just off campus, so the college authorities would have limited power over us and no ability to make spot checks.  My excuse for picking that location was that there were no buildings available on school property.  At the same time, we would still be an authorized fraternity, so the local law would technically be obligated to consult the college before dealing with us.  No one had any clear right to interfere in whatever we chose to do.  We could get as wild as we pleased with a great degree of impunity.  There was only a half dozen of us guys as members, but after the initial party we were planning, others would be eager to join.  All we had to do was make a success of that one night.   I was on my way to our place to discuss how we would handle invitations.

When I got there everything looked normal from the outside.  It was a fine old red brick building that had formerly housed a seminary.  How's that for irony?  The exterior gave no hint of the orgiastic action planned for inside.  I was at the peak of happiness when I entered.  That mood didn't last very long.  The door was closed behind me.  I turned around and was surprised to see one of the school's cheerleaders, in an outfit as skimpy as what she wore while cheering the football team.  She pushed me ahead of her and I was too surprised to resist.  We got into the day room, where I received the shock of my life.  Standing around were the other five guys, all of them naked.  Seated on the sofa and in our easy chairs were an equal number of cheerleaders, all of them as provocatively attired as the first.

"What's going on here?" I demanded, though not as forcefully as I had intended.

"Hello, Jared," said Kandy, who I recognized as the leader of the cheer squad and a notorious bitch.  "We girls had some trouble with the dean and decided to relocate.  When someone leaked your plans, this place seemed the perfect solution to our rooming issues."

"But you can't...   We're paying rent here and we..."

She silenced me with a wave of her hand.  "You boys can continue paying rent.  We'll be happy to stay for free.  But it has to be understood who's in charge.  That's why we played some cards with the other members of your group, which they unfortunately lost."

I turned to Conner, who was my best buddy.  In response to my inquisitive stare, he said, "It's true.  They got us into a strip poker tournament.  We thought it was meant to lead to all kinds of fun upstairs, in the bedrooms.  Instead, we all lost and..."  He glanced down shamefacedly at his nakedness.  "... this happened."

"And now it's your turn to cut the cards, Jared," Kandy said to me.  "The others agreed that everything could ride on the outcome of your victory -- or loss -- with me.  What's at stake has already been established, and can't be changed, so I won't bother you with the details."

"This isn't fair," I said in desperation.  The guys looked extremely uncomfortable in their unclothed state.

Conner called out to me, "You have to do it, man.  You're our only hope."

I figured that was true.  Kandy and I sat at a table, across from each other.  Several of the girls stood behind her.  We started to play and I was holding my own.  But then her back-ups kept eyeing me, licking their lips, and running their hands over their bodies.  It was maddeningly distracting.  I could barely concentrate on the game.  Maybe it would still turn out all right.  I was making an effort to focus and started to have some success.  That lasted only until Lorali, Kandy's second-in-command, turned to Shayla, a super-sexy Black girl, and they shared a passionate kiss.  After that my mind was a tangle of inappropriate thoughts.  I lost and kept losing until the game was decisively decided.  I and my friends would have to do whatever had been agreed on.

"First," Kandy told me gleefully, "you can get stark raving naked like your fellow losers."

I cringed at that instruction, but could see no way around it.  Slowly I got out of my shoes and socks, shirt and slacks.  All that was left were my jockey shorts.  I was so nervous that I didn't see Shayla slip around behind me.  She grabbed the elastic waistband of my underwear and yanked up hard.  The nasty wedgie hurt like heck.  I bent forward to try to ease the pain.  She began to move, forcing me to go along with her.  I had to suffer a walking wedgie, all the way around the spacious room, with everyone watching.  The expressions of disappointment and defeat were clear on the faces of the males, and the looks of satisfaction and victory on the females were equally obvious.  After my walk of shame, accompanied by my constant whimpers, I was marched up to the other guys.

Shayla put her hands on her curvy hips and dared me with her eyes to disobey, as she commanded, "Get out of those undies, boy."

Reluctantly, I did as I was told.  Then Kandy said, "Now you big tough men can get closer together."  She pulled out her phone.  The others did the same.  "We want to get some pictures to commemorate this happy occasion."

We moved closer to each other but it wasn't enough for the girls who had defeated us.  They crowded around, already capturing images of our disgrace.  Not until we were pressed up against each other were they satisfied.  It was dreadfully humiliating.  Another of the cheerleaders opened a copious shoulder bag and took out three electric shavers.

"Okay, gentlemen," she said with open sarcasm.  "It's time for you to shave each other smooth, like you agreed to do if your fearless leader lost at cards.  What we're handing out are laser shavers, so the hair you remove now won't grow back for about a month.  And don't try to spread out.  Stay nice a near to each other while you get rid of that unwanted growth."

Conner had one of the shavers and he went to work on my arms and legs.  There was a little hair on my chest, which he also eliminated.  I tried to be brave and set an example for the rest of our group, but it wasn't easy.  I kept blinking back tears of mortification.  It's not easy to show courage when you're naked, surrounded by gloating girls, and having pictures taken as your body hair is removed.   The other brothers plainly felt the same way.  We kept bumping into each other, our unclothed bodies touching.  Conner appeared especially humiliated as he had to kneel in front of me to get rid of my pubic bush.  I tried to help by moving my penis out of his way.  He still found himself touching it and my scrotum, when the watchers insisted that he was missing spots.  We both sank to the depths of shame.  Then he handed me the razor and I had to duplicate what he had done to me, on him.  I can't describe how demeaning it was, especially with the Implications of homosexuality.  We were all straight dudes but it would be impossible to prove that if anyone ever saw the many digital photos that were being taken.  The girls wouldn't share those with anyone.  Or would they?

"All right guys," Kandy announced when we were at last done our awful task.  "Take a good look at each other."

We were allowed to move apart, but only so we could get a better view of what had been wrought.  OMG!  All of us were pink and smooth all over.  It made us look immature.  It was emasculating.  And nothing would grow back anytime soon.

"Please," I begged, trying to reassert myself and show some leadership.  "Can we at least cover back up?"

"Sorry, lover," Kandy said unsympathetically.  "Your clothes got taken away and put with the other boys' stuff.  But we're not total meanies.  So, we brought something for you to put on, just in case your luck at the card table failed."   The way she winked made me believe that they had known all along they would win.

Another of the girls had a big shoulder bag.  From it she took a red plastic bag with the name of a popular lingerie shop on it.  As she carried it among us, we each had to reach in and take out what we found there, which were a variety of panties.  They were all brief and most see-through.  There were ones with thongs in back and I got -- just my bad luck -- the only one with a cut-out crotch.  My shaved genitals were blatantly displayed.  Conner had a pair with a slit up the middle of the seat that showed off the crack of his hairless ass.  If we had held onto any pride up to that point, being put into panties did away with it.  We stood there, our spirits broken, unable to recover from the repeated blows to our male egos.

"Here's how it's going to be," Kandy declared.  "You're now our sissy slaves.  If you'd like to negotiate that, remember that we have some very compromising pictures of you darlings.  I'm sure the shots of you denuding each other's boy parts of hair would be especially popular, if they were anonymously sent to lots of folks on campus."  We all cringed under her words, knowing that she held all the winning cards, just as she and the other girls had done earlier.  "So, let's give you cute guys some practice for your new roles.  We'll pair off with you for some personal service and housecleaning duties.  After that, since you're fraternity brothers and we're sorority sisters, and we'll all be living together, there will have to be initiations for our new combined organization.  Guess who's going to be initiating who," she finished with a devilish smile.

I was in a daze.  Kandy grabbed me by the upper arm.  She ran one finger down the middle of my bare chest and commented cheerily on how unmanly it had been made.  Her finger strayed to my nipples and diddled them.  Against my will I became aroused.  In those open-air panties there was no way for me to hide my excitement.  She took several more pictures.  Then Lorali brought Conner over and stood him next to me.  We had to put our arms around each other's shoulders and smile sappily.  Lorali made him handle his dick until it was as rigid as mine.  That led to more images being recorded.  I was sure we were red-faced in those snaps.

Then we separated.  I heard Lorali tell Conner, now called Connie, that he would be cleaning the bathroom.

Kandy said, "Let's head for the kitchen, Jared.  Or should I call you... hmmm... Julia?  Yes, Julia it is.  Make sure to tell any of the others if they talk to you.  Say it now.  'My name is Julia'."

I wanted to run away and hide.  Instead, I echoed, "My name is Julia."

She laughed.  "Okay, come with me."

I followed her to the kitchen.  At least my erection had wilted.  She opened the fridge and took out a bottle of beer.  Kandy twisted off the top.  She handed it to me.

"Drink up, Julia.  Let's see if we can't suppress your inhibitions with alcohol."

"But I don't want to..."

That was as far as I got before her hand lashed out and grabbed my hair.  She tugged me close to her.  Kandy hissed, "Don't ever tell me what you want to do or not do.  Your wishes are no longer relevant.  All that matters is what I want.  Maybe it will help if you get down on your knees right now and thank me for everything I've done so far.  Do it!"

With my willpower in failure mode, I sank down.  Looking up at Kandy, I was struck my how visually inviting she was, with her pretty face, long hair pulled back in a ponytail, impressive bust, and tiny skirt.  Her shapely thighs were directly in front of me.  She backed me up against the under-the-sink cabinet, holding me there with her legs.  The hem of her skirt was against my face.

I found my voice and said, "Thank you."  When that wasn't enough, I elaborated, "Thank you, Kandy, for..."  I took a breath.  "For making me strip naked.  And, um, for having Conner shave off all my body hair."  She was still waiting for more.  "And letting me shave off all of his."  That provoked a smile.  "Thank you for giving me these panties.  They're so pretty.  I'm so pretty in pink."  Kandy's expression softened.  "I like the way they expose me down there."  What else?  "Thank you for taking all those pictures of me.  Especially the ones with my buds and then..."  I shivered.  "... with my arm around Conner."

"You're welcome."  She smirked down at me.  "Now let's see you wash up those dishes in the sink.  Us girls are going to expect our sissies to keep this place spotless.  No messy guy behavior will be tolerated.  There will be some initiation punishments today, but if you're all well behaved, maybe we won't have to make them a regular occurrence."  She paused to allow me to absorb all that.  "Or maybe we will.  Frequent discipline might be required to keep you wild boys in line.  We brought our sorority paddles with us.  They'll look good hanging on the walls.  And it will help to have them visible.  We want you sissies to be motivated to do the right thing.  Now finish your beer, Julia.  You're going to practice your new body language and speech habits."

This was getting worse by the minute.  She handed my beer down to me.  Under her watchful gaze, I drained it.  Then she let me get back to my feet.  Kandy opened a second bottle.  My tolerance for alcohol had never been high.  I was already feeling buzzed.  She made me chug down half the new brew.

"Set that on the counter so you can get started.  That's a good sissy.  You didn't hesitate at all before putting it down.  Now show me how a sissy should walk."

I crossed the room, taking small mincing steps, but my body wouldn't relax.  She made me do it again, with some swing in my hips.  Then I had to try once more, this time holding my arms out slightly to the sides, wrists limp.  Chin up.  Lick your lips.  Touch your hair.  Strike a pose.  Hands on hips.  Make a kissy face.

"Okay," she decided, "that's a good start.  Aren't you proud of yourself, Julia?"

"If you say I am," I responded cautiously.

"It's all right for you to speak for yourself, at least when you're telling me how proud you are of your sissy strut.  But you have to speak softly and in a slightly higher register.  Now tell me how good you feel about making so much sissy progress already."

I let one shoulder drop slightly.  Pursed my lips.  Sounding like a silly girl, I told her, "I'm so glad you taught me how to walk and talk, Kandy.  Thank you for my new sissy's name.  Everyone will love seeing me... watching me..."  Oh, no.  All the guys were going to witness my unmanning.  "Can't we dial down the sissy image?  Please?"

"That's going to cost you, Julia.  Backtalk is not permitted.  Now you'll be the first one paddled.  I have to make an example of you."

"No.  Please."  I sniffled.  "I'm sorry.  I'll be good.  Honest."  I hated hearing myself sound so effeminate.

"I don't negotiate with sissies.  If we girls are going to live here, there can't be any back-and-forth with our domestic help."

She made me don yellow rubber gloves and wash the dishes.  I had to maintain my unmanly attitude while I did it.

Then she said,  "I hear the others gathering in the day room again.  Take off those gloves and finish your beer, and then let's join them, Julia."

"Yes, Kandy."  I had nothing with which to bargain.

The others were all there.  Shayla was riding her sissy like a horse.  Lorali had Conner on a collar and leash.  Another of the sisters held an impressive sorority paddle.  Kandy held out her hand and it was given to her.  She ruffled my hair.

"We'll pretty up your locks later, Julia.  And put on some face paint.  But right now, you need to have your butt swatted.  I think twenty times should be about right.  Don't you agree?"

I understood that protesting would not help.  If anything, it could get me into even more trouble.  The two beers had left me slightly off balance.  I meekly told her, "Yes, Kandy.  Thank you for giving me what I deserve."

"No problem, dear.  Introduce yourself and tell everybody what you did wrong."

Keeping my voice wispy, and only making it loud enough to be heard across the room, I said, "Hello.  My name is Julia."  I swallowed hard.  "I'm a sissy.  I spoke back, which a sissy should never ever do."  I was starting to choose words that fit what I had become.  "I was naughty and that's why Kandy has to paddle me.  It's very fair that she's only giving me twenty," I lied.

"Oh?"  She slapped the paddle against her open hand.  "Well, if that's what you think, let's make it an even two dozen.  We need to drive home your lesson."

My upset must have shown on my face, though my words belied it.  "Thank you, Kandy.  I'm sure a bad girl like me needs as many as you think I should have."

"Now bend over and put your hands on your knees, sweetie.  Wag that pretty bum for everyone to admire."

I did that too.  As I stopped moving, she caught me with a surprise swat across both cheeks.  I yowled in pain and surprise and stumbled forward, caught myself, and retook that embarrassing pose.  Kandy delivered a second blow.  This time I bit my lips and held in any outcry, though I did still grunt loudly.  She fired off a half dozen more, which left me with a blazing ass and eyes filled with tears.  One hot drop rolled down each side of my face.  We were only a third of the way to the full count.  She came around to check my features.

"You're all flushed," she observed.  "Is anything the matter, Julia?"

"No, Ma'am."

"If you say so."  Quickly retaking her spot behind me, she landed eight more across my tail end, making the pain sink in deeper.  I could hardly keep my feet still.  She had me weeping freely, with my nose running.  The guys were arrayed in front of me, where they could see those signs of weakness.  All of them knew that the scheme with the frat house had been my idea, and I sensed that they were blaming me for its horrid failure.  Kandy wanted to know, "Are you ready for the final eight, Julia?"

"Yes, Kandy.  Thank you.  I'm ready."

"I'll take my time, to make it easier for you."

We both knew that slowing down would have the opposite effect, with my anxiety growing and my physical suffering mounting.   She unhurriedly administered the rest of the total.  The last two were especially forceful, and after them my knees buckled and I collapsed in front of everyone.  On all fours, I sobbed uncontrollably.  Conner was brought over and made to sit on my back.  Then he had to stretch out on top of me, while I supported his full weight.  I could visualize that his backside was now directly above my own.  He was going to be given his initiation paddling in that awkward position.  Lorali accepted the instrument of punishment from Kandy in a ceremonial gesture.  She took up her place behind us.  There was a loud meaty smack and Conner jerked against me.  He was only given ten swats, which somehow made me angry with him.  Shouldn't we all be getting the same?  By the time Lorali was done, he was panting.  I was aware of his penis rubbing against my lower back.

The remaining four brothers had to form a circle, facing each other and holding hands.  They bent far over.  The rest of the girls got behind them.  The paddle was passed around so that each guy could have his rump struck in succession, which gave them more time to anticipate the next blow.  They saw each other's faces as the ass abuse progressed.  By the time each had suffered their ten, they were all breathing hard from blazing buns.

After that, one of the girls went out to a car and returned with what else we were expected to dress in.  It was sleepwear, but of the most seductive types.  There were harem pajamas, baby doll nighties, cropped tops with no matching bottoms, and a diaphanous robe that ended at waist level.  What I was handed was a short top made up of rows of ruffles, in pink to match my panties.  I pulled it on over my head and it barely covered my nipples.  The other guys got into their lingerie and we all looked at each other in disbelief.  It was as if our maleness had been taken from us.  But the cheerleaders weren't done yet.

Soon they were working on us with cosmetics and hair products.  Male features were softened or covered over.  All around me I saw my bros with mascara, liquid liner, tinted eyelids, rouge and lipstick, lipstick, lipstick.  Conner had a bright red mouth.  The guy Shayla had worked on had magenta lips.  Naturally, in keeping with my signature color, I got vivid pink.  None of us had long hair but that didn't deter the girls.  With mousse and spray they had us looking like hookers who kept their hair short so they could easily maintain it between customers.  We were made to lean on the furniture and strike suggestive poses.  The dayroom of our frat house resembled something out of a brothel.  I had thought our dilemma couldn't get any worse but I was wrong.  We still had another extreme step to take in our descent into sissy status.  Kandy made a phone call while the other girls gathered up all the potables we had on hand.  I was still feeling loosened up from the two beers I'd been forced to consume.  Now we were all given mixed drinks in tropical colors.  The guys sipped them uncertainly, not sure about what was going to happen next.

Kandy put away her phone.  She told her pep squad, "Everything is right on schedule.  Our guests will be here in a half hour."

Oh no.  More girls were going to see us.  The cheerleaders positioned us around the room, in a variety of new inviting poses, drinks in hands.  Some of the guys nervously lowered the level in their glasses, which were quickly refilled.  We were all becoming a bit tipsy.  The thirty minutes passed with anxious anticipation.  Who would the new arrivals be?  Other coeds?  Or girls from off campus?  A few of us risked whispering questions to each other, our former caution lowered by booze.  The whole time, from paddling until then, the occasional picture was being taken.  A knock sounded on the door.

"Come on in," Kandy called gaily.

Who entered our intended sanctum, or potential party house, our hoped-for safe zone, were a dozen hunky members of the school's football team.  Of course.  The cheerleaders were intimately familiar with them.  We sissies squealed and tried to cover up with our hands.  Those big guys spread out, cancelling any thoughts we had of escape.

"I'm glad you dudes could come," said Kandy, going up to one of them and giving him a warm hug.

The other females made similar greetings, going from one team member to another.  While we cowered around the furniture, the girls happily allowed themselves to be fondled.  The players were all being turned on.  We waited like shy virginal brides on their wedding nights.

"So," Kandy said, "we promised you some sissies to do whatever you felt like with, and here they are.  Of course, we'll hold up our end of the deal and have a hell of a party after you break in our girly-boys.  But we need to make sure that after this, they never try to think of themselves as real men again, and that they'll always honor and obey their new owners -- us."

The new arrivals didn't mind that we were dudes made up like dames.  They thought it was funny.  I felt like raw meat that had been thrown to hungry carnivores.  They descended on us, at a ratio of two to one.  We were groped and pawed and made to feel cheap.  I saw my frat mates being pushed down onto their knees.  The athletic guys stood over them and opened their flies.  The girls watched avidly as a variety of cocks were freed.  I found myself looking up at Kandy's boyfriend and Shayla's main squeeze.  The latter was a muscular Black jock.  What he had between his legs was intimidating, to say the least.  He seized my wrist and put my hand on it.  Kandy was getting her guy hard, while I was forced to do the same for the other one.  Very soon I had two erect shafts waiting to be serviced.

I was told to introduce myself.  Half drunk and wholly scared, I said, "I'm Julia.  Me and my friends are all sissies.  We're so glad to see you."  To Kandy I said, "Thank you for inviting them here."  What was expected of me was sickening.  I had been hoping to meet a nice girl on campus.  This, I had to admit, could greatly reduce my chances of getting into a meaningful relationship, or even just getting laid.  Having pictures of myself with a cock in my mouth was not likely to endear me to coeds.  I shivered and then licked my lips.  "Um... who's first?"

To either side I could see my fellow sissies in the same predicament.  Conner was licking the fat knob of a rigid tool.  Another of my buds had his lips around several inches of a rampant rod.  I smiled feebly at the Black guy who awaited my attention and lightly kissed the tip of his enviably long and thick member.

He said, "You can do better than that, sweetlips."

"Yes, Sir," I whispered, my voice catching in my throat.

Kandy told me, "Play that skin flute."

Shayla contributed, "Get your mouth on his trumpet.  Show us your proper embouchure."

I gingerly elevated the head of his organ and licked my way up the underside, as I had dreamed of some willing coed doing to me.  There I was, all dolled up, taking the roll I had intended for my wished-for girlfriend.  I pictured what the giant of a man in front of me was seeing.  There I was, on my knees, naked except for the ruffled top and panties that failed to conceal my male parts, with all of my body hair below the eyebrows missing, my hair styled, and my face made up like a whore's.  I angled his rod back down so I could swirl my tongue around the ridge of the helmet, before I forced myself to engulf the girthy first few inches.  He sighed and grunted.  Shayla got alongside him and gave her lover a soulful kiss.  His cock twitched responsively inside my mouth.  I felt like the sluttiest of sluts.  He worked his pelvis back and forth, slipping his dick deeper with each of the forward motions.  I gagged a bit but managed to take two more inches.  What else could I do?  Wanting to get this ordeal over with, I sucked hard.

That effort to get to the end of my fall from heterosexuality was frustrated when Kandy reached down, took me by the hair, and said to the athletes, "You two will have to take turns with Julia.  She's such a cock queen that she won't be happy unless she can go back and forth between both of you."

A moment later I was mouthing the white guy, giving him as good as I had to his teammate.  He told me to lick his balls and I further demeaned myself by performing that detestable act as well.  Kandy crouched down to get a close-up picture of it.

"Don't worry, Julia," she said caringly.  "You'll be recognizable."  Kandy chuckled.  "I've already sent some of the earlier shots to some kinky websites.  I trust that no one you know visits sites like those.  And they probably never will... unless someone tells them there's something special to see there."

In that submissive posture, I had to keep both football players hard by repeatedly switching off between them.  The bruiser who Conner was currently fellating began to pant.  He grabbed my pal's head.  One of the cheerleaders squatted and whispered something to Conner.  Suddenly the guy being sucked was grunting and twitching his hips.  I could see Conner's cheeks swell.  He appeared nauseated.  A drop of semen leaked from one side of his overworked mouth.  By the time the first of his two was done unloading, the other was ready for his turn.  He plugged Conner's face and began to hump it.

Kandy knelt alongside me.  She warned me not to swallow any more than I had to.  That must have been the same message Conner was given.  The cock between my lips erupted.  My mouth was flooded with cream.  I retained as much of the thick mess as I could.  When the emptied weapon was withdrawn, the other one quickly filled the vacancy.  I was tonguing and sucking while also coating it with fresh cum, which I imagined gave its owner an added sensory treat.  I got my second feeding of spunk.  A lot had run down my throat, but was replaced now.  It puddled under my tongue.  I tried hard to obey orders and not to gulp down any more.

That was when the girls' intentions became clear.  Conner was being coaxed to shuffle toward me on his knees.  There was male slime on his lips and chin.  Our painted faces were brought together by helpful female hands and our lips met.  At simple instructions from our respective female coaches, we kissed deeply, passing ejaculate back and forth in what I have since learned, after repeat experiences, is called snowballing.  My stomach rebelled but only enough to make me gag up some of what I had swallowed and share it too with poor Conner.  His made-up eyes shed plenty of tears.  At last, we were permitted to sit back on our haunches.

I witnessed other pairs of guys being put through similar hell.  One couple was lapping each other's faces, getting spunk all over them.  The last twosome was using the creamy deposits on their partner's nipples, getting them involuntarily stimulated, to the point where they both had erections.  That inspired the remaining girls to have us all get into nipple play.  Soon there were panties dragged out of the way and six ramrods pointing skyward with unwanted urgency.  That led to the three pairs of us assuming the sixty-nine positions.  I was furiously sucking off Conner and he was doing the same to me.  We were firmly told not to finish, though it was tricky to hold back, despite the fact that we were being made to perform against our normal sexual orientations.

The last and most degrading scene of this orgy was played out with myself and my frat brothers in a daisy chain, mouth-to-cock connections repeated around the circle of bodies, like some human centipede.  I knew even then that this was something from which I would never recover, and guessed it would be the same for all of us.  Like a chain reaction, we all emptied our balls into waiting mouths, one after another, until we were left in a sobbing sweaty ring of exhausted forms.

"Upsidaisy, sissies," one of the cheerleaders called.  "Let's get a class picture of the bunch of you.  Cocksuckers one and all.  Smile for the cameras.  Now let's see some more kisses.  And a few ear nibbles.  Some neck biting.  I want hickies."

Lorali said, "We're going upstairs with the real men, to give them their rewards.  All of you wusses can come and wait outside the doors, just like you are, in case we need you for anything.  Like to run and fetch drinks.  Or maybe for pussy clean-up chores."  She demonstrated lewdly suggestive licking, accompanied by wet sounds.

Kandy offered, "I trust that you sissies all know your places now and won't give us any trouble ever, unless you want to be made notorious with all the photographic evidence we have of your new selves.  You'll be kept naked or in frilly finery whenever you're in this place.  There will be plenty of restrictions placed on your free time.  Any other details can be worked out later, by us, without any input from you weenies."  She grinned at us.  "Any questions?"  Without leaving time for anyone to make the mistake of asking something, she went right on, "Fine.  Then it's all settled.  Now upstairs everybody.  This party won't be over for quite a while."

I followed dispiritedly, ascending the stairs behind Kandy and her quarterback, unable to prevent myself from stealing peeks under her brief skirt, wishing my mental manhood had not been so devastatingly and probably irreversibly damaged.  The taste of several helpings of spunk was thick on my tongue.  My hair was mussed, make-up smeared like the other sissies' was, making us resemble sluts, jaws sore, body hairless, bottom smarting, and still dressed in my shameful outfit.  Minutes later I was kneeing, obedient and available, outside the door of what until then had been my room.  Most of my male clothes were in there.  So were Kandy and her stallion.  I was merely a plaything for them and their friends, which I would continue to be for a long time.  The other guys were in the same fix at the neighboring doors.  They examined me with accusing eyes.  The best laid plans often go all to hell and gone.

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