The Unfortunate Tale of Cumquat & Jizzabelle! by Dex O'Donald (131 pages) (Patreon)

The Unfortunate Tale of Cumquat & Jizzabelle!

 By Dex O’Donald w/ QOS Book Club

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***DEVIN DICKIE NOTE***
All characters are OVER 18 years of AGE! This is a bullying fantasy and not real. The acts in the following written work are only consensual sexual choices and fantasy humiliation scenarios. Bullying is NOT OKAY and If you or someone you

know is being bullied, please alert the authorities.

The Unfortunate Tale of

Cumquat & Jizzabelle! By Dex O’Donald w/ QOS Book Club

1.

The first time I laid eyes on Monica and Violet I had to do a double take – not just because they were both so incredibly hot, basically a high-school senior’s wet dream, but because there was this particular aura about them. They were different, for sure...not because of the way they looked...but because of the way they looked at you.

Like they could eat you for breakfast if they felt like it.

I didn’t realize I was staring at them until a fellow student ran into me there in the courtyard.

“Watch it noob!” an unfriendly voice in an unfamiliar environment. A tall, sneering jock whose name I would later learn quite well. “And why don’t you take a picture, it’ll last longer!” He pushed past me, knocking my backpack off my shoulder as he did.

I bent to retrieve my bag but the throng of students on their way to homeroom made it nearly impossible. When I was upright again, I looked across the courtyard, searching for the two enchanting girls.

But they were gone.

“Focus up, Jessie,” I told myself. “You can’t be getting distracted on your first day!”

It wasn’t just the first day of my senior year. It was my first day in a brand-new school, a thousand miles from my last one...I’m sure you’re thinking gee, that must be hard. What with relocating to a new state and school in your final year of high school. But the thing is, my tenure at my last school didn’t end so well...some of the kids there found out certain things about me and, well, let’s just say things didn’t go so well after that.

A new school meant a second chance, and I was eager not to blow it this time.

“Class, we have a new student joining us this year,” Mrs. Tilly, my homeroom teacher making things as painfully awkward for me as she could. “His name is Jessie Kumsot, and he’s a very nice new boy from the Midwest. Please welcome him to Wilmington High School with the sort of kindness we are known for!”

“Jessie cumshot,” someone snickered behind me in class. “Open up, Jessie...”

I didn’t dare turn around to see the source of the insult. The last thing I needed was an enemy on my first day. I kept my head down and played it cool, biting my tongue for want of a fight.

As I drifted down the halls of Wilmington High that first day, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t constantly on the lookout for the two girls from that morning. Something about their look, their style, had enchanted me...that and the fact that the brunette girl had the biggest breasts I’d ever seen on a woman. They were obscene, tucked away in a tank-top two sizes too small.

When lunchtime finally rolled around, I was relieved; sure, I’d be sitting alone, I figured that was commonplace for a new arrival. But at least I’d have a chance to collect my thoughts, maybe even get a head start on some of the homework that was already rolling in – I was in all advanced classes, and the amount of books in my backpack was starting to give me back pains.

I took a seat at the far end of the lunchroom. I was pulling headphones out of my backpack so that I might get a reprieve from the constant teenage chatter, when they

were suddenly slapped out of my hand and sent clattering to the table.

“What the...” I looked up.

“Hiya’ cumshot,” an evil grin on an ebony face, “welcome to Wilmington High!”

He was with about four other black kids, all jocks, all lanky and well postured.

“My name’s Jessie Kumsot,” I corrected him. “Sot...not shot...”

“Whatever you say cumshot,” the jock snickered, sending his whole posse to chuckling. “My name’s Marcus. I’m the captain of the basketball team here at Wilmington...and I’m here to let you know that as the new kid at school, senior or not, you’re basically at the bottom of the totem pole. Bottom-feeder status. Know what that means?”

“I’m not sure I want to...”

“It means you’ve got to earn your way, cumshot. And the way you’re going to do that is by serving your superiors...starting with that Honeybun I saw you buy from the snack machine!”

In a blink Marcus snatched the sweet snack from my trey, crinkling the wrapper as he smushed it in his hand.

“I was going to eat that,” I said.

“You don’t mind though, do you, cumshot? I need the extra calories.”

His crew laughed at me, and Marcus turned around and spiked my Honeybun into a nearby garbage can.

“Slam dunk!” one of his cronies yelled.
“We’ll be seein’ you around, cumshot...”
The basketball team drifted off and I tried to be

thankful for the fact that things hadn’t escalated. There was always a bright side, or at least that’s what I used to think. That even if something bad happened, there was still a chance to turn it around...and compared to what the basketball team at my old school had done, losing one Honeybun to a cocky bully wasn’t the worst thing that could happen.

Determined to enjoy the rest of my lunch hour, I picked my headphones up off the lunchroom table and plugged them into my phone. The first few bars of Electric

Light Orchestra’s “Evil Woman” started up, and a moment later I felt a hand at my shoulder...soft, but firm.

I wasn’t prepared for what I saw when I looked up. It was them. The girls...it was her.
“Hey there, cutie,” she said, leaning over me and

gently pulling the headphones from my ears. “Mind if we join you?”

Her lips were full and rich, pecan-colored from her lipstick. She had these gorgeous blue eyes, like foggy crystals that could calm you with a stare. And her breasts, my God. My 18-year-old self was hypnotized, staring at them wrapped up in her tight little cheerleader’s uniform. For a moment I couldn’t speak.

“Is that a yes?” she grinned, perfect straight teeth. Her eyebrows moved too much, always arching, always on the move, always thinking...

“Um, uh, um...yeah! Sure, please. Have a seat...” I managed.

“I’m Monica,” she sat down on the same side of the bench as me, close. “And this is my friend Violet...”

“Hey there,” Violet said, taking the seat beside me so that I was sandwiched between the two of them. “Eating all alone? Isn’t that sad...”

Violet had a different aesthetic than Monica, but she was no less than sexy in her own right. She had shocked purple hair and wore the same colored lipstick to match. She had a hard-bodied, petite frame, not an ounce of fat on her, including her small, taut breasts. Her hard nipples shown through the front of her cheerleader’s top and her flat, toned tummy was exposed.

“I-I-I-I’m Je-je-je-Jessie,” I eked out. “It-it-its n-n-nice to me-me-meet -

“Were those big bad jocks picking on you Jessie?” Monica interrupted, close enough that I could feel her breath grazing my neck. Her massive breasts were dangerously close to my arms – I was tense with nerves.

“Just goofing around, I think,” I tried to wave it off. “You know how guys can be...”

“We sure do,” Violet added, inching closer to my right side. “Do you know? I mean, how guys can be. You must, you are one after all. Right?”

“Yeah,” I smiled, my voice cracking. “Sure. Sure I do...I know how guys are...”

“You’re cute, you know that, Jessie?” Monica said, running her fingers through my dirty-blonde hair, ruffling it. “I love your hair...it’s so thick and...malleable...”

“Gee thanks,” I nearly hyperventilated. “...so you girls on the uh, the uh, the cheerleading squad?”

“How’d you guess, genius?” Violet breathed in my ear, her fingertips tracing down my ribcage.

“So, you must know Marcus and the team pretty well, huh?”

“Hmmm,” Monica sort of moaned, “depends on your definition of ‘pretty well.’ We’ve certainly gotten to know the team over the years...”

“Monica certainly has,” Violet rolled her eyes. “They aren’t exactly my type...”

“Violet likes girls, Jessie,” Monica said, letting her breast just barely graze the top of my forearm. “But she does get curious from time to time...don’t you, Violet?”

“Mm-hmm,” Violet whined in my ear. “I do get awfully curious...”

I was experiencing what my shrink liked to call Sensory Overload. Monica and Violet smelled so good. They looked so good. The way they were talking and touching me felt so good. And as all that is happening there are fireworks going off in my brain, and some little voice in my head saying maybe this is too good to be true.

And Monica’s humongous tit was touching me...

“Fuck, I uh, I uh,” my words were getting away from me, and something terrible was building in my pants. “I’m not, I’m uh, I’m uh...”

“Yesssss, Jesssssie?” Monica whispered, her roaming hand falling on my thigh and squeezing.

“I’LL BE RIGHT BACK!” I blurted out, leaping from the lunchroom table. I kept my lunch tray strategic and low as I bolted out of there, careful not to show the small protrusion in the crotch of my jeans.

The girls’ squealing laughter followed me out of the lunchroom.

I got to the bathroom stall as quickly as I could, but it was too late- there was a hot, sticky mess in the front of my boxers.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I mumbled. I peeked out to make sure I was alone before taking my jeans off completely, peeling the soaked undies off my body. After cleaning up the excess mess with a paper towel I wrapped my underwear up into a ball and buried it in the bottom of my backpack, destined to free ball the rest of the day.

Not that it mattered anyways. I wasn’t one to swing low, if you catch my drift.

My final class of the day was Advanced Calculus. The teacher, Mr. Dorfendom, was pretty laid back and allowed us some free time at the end of his lecture. It was during those last ten minutes of my first day at Wilmington High that I made my first new friend.

“I’m Michael,” he said through a mouthful of braces, “Michael Weekling. You must be the new kid Jessie!”

“That’s me,” I said, relieved to finally talk to someone halfway normal. “Have you been at Wilmington long?”

“All four years,” he beamed, and I couldn’t help but notice his nerdy bowl-shaped haircut. He had these huge, thick-rimmed glasses he wore over murky green eyes. It didn’t take Sherlock Holmes to figure out that Michael

Weekling was most definitely a nerd. And I was thankful for that.

At least I wasn’t the biggest dork at Wilmington.

“Have you met a lot of your classmates yet?” he asked, the faintest tinge of a lisp.

“Oh, just a few. I met some of the basketball team...”

“Marcus and those guys? Sheesh. What a bunch of grade A jerks those assholes are!”

“I didn’t wanna say it...but yeah, he kind of tossed my snack in the trash.”

“You think that’s bad? Marcus once hung me from the basketball hoop in the gymnasium by my underwear, in front of like, the entire school!”

“No way!”

“It was humiliating...I’d be lying if I told you I wasn’t at least a little relieved he’s found someone new to pick on...”

“Hey!”
“I kid! I kid”
“I think I like you, Michael,” I said nodding, “you

seem like a good guy to have in my corner.”

“You gotta have somebody, right? Why not me?”

“Say Michael, can I ask you something? I met these girls...wondered if you knew who they were...”

“Which ones?”
“These two cheerleaders...Monica and Violet?”
“Oh boy...oh boy, OK. They’ve already gotten to you,

have they?”
I tried to suppress a smile and failed. I was puzzled. “OK, I’ll bite,” I said. “What’s the deal with Monica

and Violet?”
“Only that they are like the two most devious,

dangerous girls in the whole school, who never seem to get in any trouble...they must have smelled you the moment you walked into the school.”

“Come on,” I shrugged, “you’re exaggerating. They didn’t seem that bad to me...mostly just really good looking...especially Monica, she’s just my type...”

“She’s everyone’s type, Jessie. Look at her...my advice? Steer clear of them. Everybody knows you don’t get in too deep with them, even the other cheerleaders

know that...the most stuck up girls on that squad are sort of afraid of them.”

“If you say so,” I was unconvinced. “But I don’t think I can turn them down if they offer to sit with me at lunch again.”

“They sat with you? Like, today?”
“Uh-huh...”
“Oh Jessie, my boy,” he put his hand on my shoulder

and squeezed. “You are doomed.”
We laughed it off together, fast new friends.
As it turned out, Michael and I didn’t live too far from

one another - our walk home was nearly identical with my house being about a quarter of a mile further from the school. We walked together after school, short and nerdy and out of place, talking about the sorts of things boys our age talked about.

Girls, video games, and what colleges we wanted to attend.

Michael and I were just saying our goodbyes out front of his house when someone called my name from across the street.

“Yoo-hoo! Yoo-hoo! Jessie! Jessie the new boy!”

Michael and I turned at the same time. Standing there on the corner, below the STOP sign, was Monica. Violet right beside her. Two gorgeous, sexy, intimidating cheerleaders.

Calling my name.

They came trotting across the street, and though I can’t speak for my new friend, I know my eyes never left the bounding motion of Monica’s giant titties. It was like hypnotism; it was like crack.

“Hey there you two,” Monica intoned in that sexy song of hers, “got any big plans this weekend?”

“Oh gee, hi there, uh, Monica,” I mumbled, kicking myself inside.

“Are you always this nervous, Jessie?” Violet asked, narrowing her eyebrows. “Always this...scared?”

“Me? Oh no, just uh, just uh, Oh you know I’m just –

“He’s just new in town,” Michael finished for me. “Wilmington can be a little...overwhelming sometimes.”

“It sure can,” Monica giggled.

Michael seemed to have a thing for violet, constantly staring at the shape of her lips, the way they danced and moved, purple and plump.

“What are you two doing this weekend?” Violet said, snatching Michael by the fingers and rubbing at them playfully. “Monica and I have a little project we need some help with...we were hoping you two boys –

“You two cuties,” Monica finished, “could help us out...it’s no big deal if not, we just need some cute boys to help get our KinkStarter going...”

“Your – your what?” I couldn’t believe my ears.

“You know...one of those new cam pages, it’s called KinkStarter. We post sexy videos of us with cute boys and get paid for it...we’d cut you in of course...”

“You too, Michael,” Violet tugged at his hand, entrancing him. “We want you both in the video...if you’re up to it...”

Michael and I looked at each other, speechless shock.

“Soooo we’ll see you two Saturday?” Monica said, her massive assets threatening to burst out of her top.

We nodded in unison; two stupid boys drunk on flesh.

“Excellent,” Monica smiled, “we’re going to have so much fun!”

The two girls trotted off, heads together and whispering. Their giggles gave them away.

“Four years and neither of those girls ever had time for me,” Michael said, “suddenly you show up and its Kinkstarter time? Something is definitely up...”

“Yeah,” I smiled, “my dick.”

2.

The rest of my first week passed in a daze; I was obsessed...borderline in love.

It seemed like I saw them everywhere – Monica and Violet in the courtyard, Monica and Violet in the hallways, Monica and Violet on the walk home after school. Always with their tantalizing smiles, vague finger waves, seductive winking...I swear, sometimes Monica would run her fingertips across the front of her giant tits, just brushing the nipple above the uniform, staring at me, driving me crazy.

It kept me up at night. And when Saturday finally came around, I was up before the sun.

“Aren’t you nervous at all?” I asked Michael on the walk over that afternoon. “Like...nervous that you might actually score with Violet?”

“A little I guess,” Michael cleared his throat. He looked extra nerdy that day; a cheap collared shirt tucked into some cargo shorts. “I mean...I’ve never actually been with a girl before. Have you?”

“Not yet,” I sighed, a little embarrassed but happy that I could open up to Michael like that. “I had the chance once before...came really close, but it just didn’t work out.”

“What happened?”

“It was at my old school, I...I don’t know. I don’t want to think about that today. I want to focus on right now...the possibilities...”

“I feel like it’s too good to be true,” Michael went on, “I mean, it might make sense that Monica is into you – you’re the new kid, maybe she thinks you’re cute...but the girls have known me since Freshman year. I’ve seen them a million times, seen them, well, grow. And not just physically, in popularity, too...why would Violet just now be interested in me?

“I think you said it,” I clapped him on the back, “people grow. People change. Maybe you weren’t the hunk you are now in 9th grade?”

“Oh please!”

We laughed together the way friends do. It was a nice moment for us. Maybe the last nice moment for a long, long time.

Michael and I arrived at Monica’s house around 1:30, and it was clear right from the get-go that her parents weren’t home...no one there except Monica and Violet, who answered the door that day dressed as if they were going to the beach - not to swim, but to sleep.

“Hey there, cuties,” Monica said with a lazy carnality, “we’ve been waiting all day for you guys!” She had this flimsy blue bra on, it looked like it belonged to a pre-teen except for the fact that it was probably a DD in size. Other than that, it was just a pair of slim-fitting booty shorts – nearly all of her young body was on display.

“Oh Michael, I love your outfit,” Violet giggled, “did your mommy put that out for you this morning?” Violet wore a tiny tank-top with the rock band KISS across the front of it, her hard little nipples poking at the fabric. She had pink panties on below, a thong -that’s it.

“Hi girls,” Michael’s voice cracked pre-pubescent, “it’s uh, it’s nice to see you! We brought you these!”

Michael pulled a bouquet of cheap flowers from behind his back, presenting them to the two girls.

Monica and Violet turned to each other there in the doorway, their eyes filling with fire, their heads tilting back on their necks...and they unleashed a torrent of heavy, high laughter that hurt my ears.

HAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHA!

“So SWEET of you!” Monica wiped a tear from her eye.

“I know just where to put these,” Violet shook with it, taking the flowers from Michael and turning to go inside. “Follow us, boys,” she called over her shoulder.

Following the girls inside was as difficult as talking to them face to face. Monica’s plump ass swung back and forth in her little booty shorts, the fabric clinging tight to her supple flesh. Violet’s ass was nowhere near as big, but it was firm and bare in her thong.

As we passed into the kitchen, I saw Violet toss the flowers into the garbage without so much as a second glance.

“Can we get you boys something to drink?” Violet asked, popping up onto the island in the center of the kitchen.

“I’ll take a Sprite,” I said, too quick and too nervous sounding for my own ears.

“Wow,” Monica began to laugh again, “did you hear that, Violet? The little guy wants a Sprite...hahaha...”

“That’s cute and all, Jessie, but we weren’t talking about soda...” Violet reached across the countertop she was sitting on and grabbed a big glass bottle. She shook it up. “We have tequila and...tequila. So what will it be?”

“I’ve never had alcohol before,” Michael said, fidgeting.

“I did once,” I added, “but it made me kinda sick...”

Monica kept giggling. The more I heard her do it the less I liked the way it sounded. Before it had seemed girlish, fun, flirtatious...but now, alone in that house with the girls looking at us like that...it sounded evil.

“Well if you little boys want to party with us,” Violet narrowed her eyes, “you’re going to have to prove that you aren’t a couple of wimps.”

“Prove you aren’t a couple of sissies,” Monica’s laughter intensified, and Violet was stifling the same.

“You guys aren’t a couple of sissy bitches, are you?” Violet prodded. “Because if so you can just leave right now...”

“No, we’re not!” Michael found his voice suddenly. “No way! I’ve always wanted to do it...to drink booze. Just haven’t had the chance yet...hand it here!”

“Atta’ boy,” Violet winked. She pointed at Michael and motioned for him to approach. Violet unscrewed the cap on the tequila as Michael stumbled to where she sat atop the counter. Once he was close enough, she wrapped her strong, fit legs about his waist and pulled him to her.

“Drink up, Mikey,” she whispered, holding the bottle to his lips. “And don’t you dare stop till I tell you...”

I watched Michael struggle and gag as the clear liquor poured down his throat. Then I felt Monica beside me, her hands wrapping around my scrawny waist.

“Let’s give these two some alone time,” she cooed in my ear, brushing her round lips against my neck. “I’ve got something stronger anyways...” Monica took my hand and led me out of the kitchen. The last I saw of Michael - tequila was running off his chin.

She took me down a dark hallway and into a room just off it – hers no doubt. It was bathed in lava lamp light, glow in the dark galaxies stuck to the ceiling. Her bed was lush and comfy-looking, and I remember how my breath caught in my throat when I first saw it.

Is this it? Do I actually have a shot with this incredibly sexy girl?

Beside the bed was a low, round table with all sorts of trinkets and things on it, but what caught my eye first were the drugs laid out there. Weed and cocaine, and I only knew that much because of the anti-drug videos they’d made me watch at school.

We got on the floor beside the table and she came close – wrapping her arms around me and hugging, shoving her mountainous breasts into my shoulders and chest.

“Are you nervous, Jessie?” she asked, her crystal blue eyes burning holes in me. “You’re shaking like a leaf...”

“A little,” I squeaked. “You’re really pretty...”

“Awww, that’s sweet of you to say...would you do me a favor, sweetie?”

“Any-any-anything,” I choked out.

“Well...I’ve got all this cocaine here and no one to do it with. You’ll do some with me, won’t you, Jessie?”

“I don’t know,” I breathed heavy, eyes drifting to the pile of white on the table. “I’ve never done it before...is it safe?”

“It’s safe and fun,” she promised. “Here, just try a little.”

I didn’t know what “a little” was back then, so when she cut out a line the size of a McDonald’s straw, I thought it was perfectly acceptable.

“Take this,” she handed me a rolled up twenty, “put it to your nose...and snort it back. ALL of it.”

“And you’re sure it’s safe, right? Just cocaine? No other weird stuff in there?”

“There might be a little ketamine or ecstasy in there, but those are only going to make the next part so much fun.”

“Next part?”
“The part where I take off my top, silly!”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I bent my head and took it back, the entire line of it disappearing in about two seconds.

“Tilt your head back...”

That’s when it hit me – full on, full force, full frontal. I was flying.

“You like it?” she grinned, taking the dollar bill from me, setting it down on the tabletop.

“WOW!” I coughed. “WOW! HOLY COW!” “Mmhmm,” she giggled.
“OH MY GOSH IT BURNS A LITTLE!”
“That will go away,” Monica said, picking a joint up

and pushing it between my lips. She brought a lighter to the tip of it and soon I was puffing without realizing it. “Good boy...that’s it. Keep puffing. Hold it in your lungs...now let it out...”

“KOHOFF KHAK KHAK!” I felt like I was coughing up a lung.

“HAHAHAHA!” Monica couldn’t help herself, her face inches from mine.

Suddenly I felt funny. My thoughts were a million miles an hour, like a bullet train headed straight for my mouth, and once it got there I’d be helpless to stop the onslaught of words...

“How do you like Wilmington High?” Monica adjusted against me, her soft, luscious breasts mushing and pushing into my arms and torso. Her hands snaked along my neck and head, electric and overwhelming. The little digit inside my pants stood at full attention.

“It’s good, it’s fine. I’m happy I met you and Violet and Michael because you all seem so nice even though I’m not really sure why you’re interested in a guy like me when you could have anyone you wanted –

“What if I want you, Jessie,” she breathed. “You’re so cute...”

“-well that’s nice of you to say because I think you’re beautiful...fuck you’re sexy, I can’t even tell you how badly I want to see your tits. How bad I’d love to touch them and suck on them and play with them and –

“Ever been with a girl before, Jessie? Not just kissing but...you know...are you a virgin?”

“-well I was almost this one time but it ended up not happening you see I was with this girl I liked at my last school and we were in the basement and she was going to let me put it in but then she saw my dick and started laughing and oh gosh why am I telling you all this? She saw my dick and started laughing and then told everyone in school including the basketball team and they hazed me pretty bad for it and humiliated me and I never had a chance with Sarah after that no way...”

In my drug-fueled babbling I failed to notice the light in Monica’s eyes growing brighter, like a bulb with too much electricity being fed to it. She was suppressing a laugh, too, and I couldn’t blame her because the story I told her, the one I swore I’d never tell anyone, was absolutely humiliating. But it was more than that to her...it wasn’t just some offhand story, it was fuel.

“What about you Monica do you have any secrets or anything you wouldn’t want people to know I’m just feeling a little vulnerable after sharing all that and I’m thinking maybe I overshared but-

“Did you know that when Violet and I were Freshmen, we weren’t very well liked? That we were the poor kids that the cheerleaders like to pick on?”

“Really?”

“Really...We had to become popular, Jessie...we had to find our own way of fitting in.”

“How did you do that I’m all ears because fitting in can be so hard and –

“We like to make new friends,” her eyes were dreamy blue, looking right through me, “we make new friends every year. And then we invite our new friends to the basketball games...to the away games...to hang out with the teams, to help out wherever is necessary...”

“I’m not sure I understand what you mean...”

“No...but you will, soon enough...Are you hard right now, Jessie?” she asked.

“Yes, oh my God,” I took a long deep breath, trying to get a handle on the flood from my brain to my mouth. “I am hard and I...feel...weird...”

“I won’t laugh at you, Jessie...but I want to see it. And I want you to see me...do you want to take a shower with me, baby? We can get all clean before we do the deed...”

“A shower? With me?”
“Mm-hmm,” her tongue grazed my lips.
“Yes whatever you want,” I panted, my heart rate

spiking. “Let’s take a shower.”
My head spun and my vision was sort of in and out as

she led me into the bathroom. Whatever it was she had me snort was on top of me, so was the joint. One moment I felt fine, the next I was near an anxiety attack.

I tried to focus on the gorgeous, sexy, life-altering girl in front of me.

“Clothes off,” she said, turning the shower faucet on.

My eyes had trouble adjusting the bathroom light, so bright and vibrant. She stood there in front of me, in front of the shower, dressed in barely anything at all, waiting for me to take my clothes off. I felt vulnerable suddenly, uncomfortable in a different way.

“Well?” she smiled, fierce white teeth. “What are you waiting for? Get naked!”

“O-o-ok,” I shivered. “Sure...” I pulled my t-shirt off and set it down on the sink.

“You’re just skin and bones, aren’t you?” she said. “Not an inch of muscle on that bony body, huh?”

“Guess not...” I undid the button on my shorts and slid them off.

Monica snorted. “Tighty...WHITIES!” she began to shake with that awful laughter again, her gargantuan tits shaking in time. “HAHAHAHAH!”

Why is she laughing? A voice of reason started inside my head. She shouldn’t be laughing at you if she’s your friend, Jessie...maybe she ISN’T your friend...maybe you should put your clothes on and go home...

“And?” Monica took a step closer, wrapping her lithesome arms about my shoulders. “Time for the main event, isn’t it? Let’s see your dick, Jessie. I want to see how hard it can get...”

I closed my eyes and grabbed the waistband of my underwear, my heart beating a thousand pulses a second. I pulled them down and stepped out of them.

“Is that...hard?” she asked, her voice broken.

“Mmhmm...I’ve been hard since you took me to your bedroom...”

“My my...I must say it’s...petite...”
“Petite?”
There were tears in her eyes, and in my altered state I

couldn’t figure out why. Her lips danced, as if straining to hide something.

“Let’s get you in the shower and get you clean...” Monica shoved me into the tub, the hot water like nothing I’d ever felt before under the influence of drugs. I stood there naked and watched Monica slip out of the bra and panties she had on.

“Oh my God,” I gasped as she stepped into the shower with me. “They’re...INCREDIBLE!”

“Oh trust me, sweetie...I know...”

They hung like flesh watermelons, heavy and vast, the milky mass of them bulging out and hanging to the top of her ribcage. Her nipples were wide and hard, and the tips of them brushed against my stomach as she came close.

“You stay in the water,” she said, shoving me under the faucet, “I’m not getting my hair wet.”

“You’re beautiful,” I choked out, near my breaking point and all too aware of the load building in my balls.

“You said that already,” she sighed, running her hands across my body. “Do you want me to...touch it, Jessie?”

“Y-y-y-es,” I managed.

“Mmmm. How bad do you want me to touch your little dick, Jessie?”

“My-my-my what?”
“I said how bad do you want me to touch your dick?” “Oh, bad...so SO bad...I’ll do anything...” “Anything?”
“Yessss...”
“Good boy...” her hands passed down my thighs but

she never touched me there. She was toying with me, and I was too fucked up to see it. “Jessie...I don’t want to spoil the moment or anything...I am so hot for you right now, hehehe...but you’ve got this gross little zit right on your cheek...”

“I what?” I was confused, staring at her naked body in the steaming shower. All I wanted in the world was to be touched, to be felt...to feel her...

“I can’t fuck you if you’re going to have that gross little zit right there, I just can’t!”

“Oh-oh-OK? What should I do?”

“We need to cover it,” Monica stepped out of the shower and picked her discarded bra and booty shorts off the floor. “I want you to finish washing up...make sure to get your hair...and then we’re going to do something about that nasty little pimple...”

“And then?” I asked hopeful, watching her leave. “You know what then, you dirty boy...”
She left me there. I fumbled about in the shower, high

out of my mind, doing my best to wash every inch of my body while I shampooed my hair. When I finished, I stepped out of the shower only to realize I had no towel.

“Um, Monica! Monica!” I called. No reply came. Unsure and a little shaky, I stepped out of the bathroom and back into Monica’s dark room.

“There you are,” she smiled from the bed. “Get over here...now...”

I approached her naked and dripping, mind spinning.

“Not on the bed you’re all wet,” she said. “Here, kneel down on the floor...beside me...”

It was easy to follow her directions, less thinking required.

“We’re just going to touch you up a little...” Beside her on the bed was a makeup kit. It was open, rows of neatly arranged colors. She put some blush on a brush and brought it to my face.

“I’m not sure I want to wear makeup,” I said uneasy. “I could just pop it if you want...”

“Shhh,” she said, moving the brush across my face. “That’s gross. Don’t be gross, Jessie. We’re just going to cover it a little, nothing crazy...”

She set the blush down and went for the eyeliner.

“Wait a sec,” I managed. “Why do I need eyeliner? Are we going to...make out? You said you wanted to, uh, fuck me...”

“And we will, silly,” she giggled. “Here, play with my tits a little while I cover that gross zit on your face.” She pulled the bra down and once again her tits fell out all over the place. My shaking palms came to her skin and froze

just an inch shy. “Don’t be scared,” she said. “They don’t bite...”

As her bare nipple came into the palm of my hand, I almost lost it right there on Monica’s floor. My knees digging into the carpet, my 3.5 inch rock-hard little dick jutting straight out into the lava lamp glow. My hands explored and I trembled...in some ways it was the greatest moment of my life, to be touching her like that...not to mention the drugs coursing through my body, amplifying everything.

“That’s it, be a good boy and play with your toys,” she chuckled, applying every manner of makeup to my face. I couldn’t care less. I was in heaven. “Now your lips...keep them nice and still for me.”

I used both hands to fondle one of her tits, marveling at the size and softness.

“Now purse your lips together...blow me a kiss...”

The lipstick ran across my mouth, but I barely noticed. I was hypnotized by the task at hand.

“That’s it, very good,” she said low. “Don’t you look pretty...”

“I-I-I- do?” I said absently, my eyes still glued to her chest.

“Do you like playing with my tits, Jessie?”
“Oh God...I sure do...”
“Do you want to suck on them? Lick my nipples?

Drool all over them?”
“Can I?” I began to lean forward, mouth open.
“Not so fast,” she said, her hands suddenly on mine,

pulling them from her flesh. “If I’m going to let you at the goods, you’ve gotta do something for me first, Jessie...”

“FUCK, anything...” my dick was so hard it hurt.

“You’ve gotta listen to me for a sec, Jessie...eyes up here...good boy. Now...” Monica took my face in her hands, and for the first time I felt the makeup caked there. “There’s a reason we invited you over today...we only invited Michael over to be nice, we aren’t really very interested in him.”

“You’re not?”

“No, Jessie. We sent him home...we want you. Here’s the thing...we invited you over today, because, well...Violet

wants to have a sex with a guy. She’s never done it with a man before...”

“She hasn’t?”

“Uh-uh,” Monica went on. “She likes girls a lot, but she wants to try it with a guy...with you, actually.”

“With me?”

“Mm-hmm. She thinks you’d be perfect for the job...you like Violet, don’t you? Think she’s pretty?”

“Oh sure...sure I do...I just, I don’t know, Monica. I really like you...I was hoping you and I could –

“You want to lose your virginity, don’t you? You know you’re not a real man until you’ve had some pussy. You know that, don’t you?”

“Oh, sure...I guess so...”
“So you’ll do it then? You’ll have sex with Violet?” “I don’t see why not...she won’t mind my, uh, my

petite penis will she?”
“Not AT ALL, Jessie,” Monica giggled again. “But

there’s sort of...sort of a catch to the whole thing, I hope you won’t mind...”

“Does it have something to do with the makeup on my face?”

“You see, Jessie...Violet and I are really close, we’re best friends. And Violet has like this huge crush on me, weird I know, but she does. But it’s just between us girls...she was hoping you’d dress up like me? Wear your makeup like me, your hair...certain other things as well...”

“What?”

“And then you’d get to fuck her...you’d get to not be a pathetic little virgin anymore and actually get your dick wet for once. What do you think?”

“I don’t know,” my knees were starting to ache, digging there into the carpet. My little dick was hard and dripping but that annoying voice of reason was starting back up in my head again, warning me...telling me to run...

“Here, have another line,” she said, cutting up another fresh dose of cocaine.

“I’m not so sure I want to,” I protested, “that last one really fucked me up...”

“Nonsense, Jessie. I let you touch my tits, remember? You can do some fucking cocaine with me...”

“Are you going to do a line this time?”
“Here, take this...good boy...”
SNOOOORT! My brain set on fire again.
“Now like I was saying, Jessie...you can have me once

you’re done with Violet...I’ll even let you take the makeup off, and we can take as long as you want. We can go for as long as you want. It’ll be just you and me...but first, you’ve got to help Violet out. You’ve got to give her what she wants...”

“Sex...but with me dressed as you?”
“Here, let me show you...”
Still reeling from the fresh line of coke, Monica led me

naked over to her closet. She pulled one of several cheerleading uniforms of a hanger and handed it to me.

“Put that on while I go fill these up,” she instructed, walking off and disappearing inside the bathroom. A moment later I heard the sink faucet turn on.

I looked at the cheerleading uniform. She actually expected me to put it on.

Get out of there, Jessie...run for it...this is weird and you know it...

“Shut up,” I said to myself, stepping into the blue and red skirt. In some ways I was relieved to have my lower half covered up, I never felt totally comfortable with my modest size out in the open. Then I put the halter top on, though it was far too large for my bird chest and kept sliding down.

“I’ll take care of that!” Monica said, walking back into the room, two massive water balloons clutched in her hands.

“What the hell is that?” I asked, a little scared.

“Your tits of course! How are you going to be me if you don’t have my most famous assets!”

“Wait a sec Monica I don’t know about –

“Just HOLD STILL PLEASE!” she got one in and then the other, filling out the top. “There we go! Don’t you look stunning. I must say, I am one sexy bitch!”

“I feel...stupid, Monica...I don’t know if I can go through with this...”

“We just need one more accessory...where did I put it...” she searched through the closet for a moment, tossing things about, looking... “Here it is!”

“No way,” I said, trying to catch my breath. “No frigging way, Monica! I’m not wearing a wig!”

“It’s just to make Violet comfortable, Jessie. You want her to be comfortable, don’t you? She gets so wet when she’s at ease. She’ll be cumming all over your little, I mean your dick in no time...”

I bit my lip.

“And once you’re done with Violet...you can take the wig off and wait for me...”

I relented. And a moment later I was standing in a full-size mirror, looking at the horror I’d become, with Monica behind me, grinning ear to ear.

“Don’t you look pretty, Jessie?”

“I look stupid,” I grumbled. “I don’t see why I should have to do this just to have sex with –

“Be quiet and follow me,” she interrupted. Monica took me by the hand and led me from her room, through the hallway and down the stairs to the basement. She giggled like mad the entire time.

The basement was dark. Almost too dark to see anything at all, but some pink lamps cast a dim glow on a

leather couch. Hip Hop music played from a speaker, low and bass-filled, rhythmic and incoherent.

Monica brought me to the couch and I sat down.

“Now you stay right here,” she took my face in her hands. “I’m going to go get Violet...and don’t you worry, you two will have your privacy...plenty of it...”

I watched her go, pausing only to grab the volume knob on the stereo and turn it way up. Between the music blaring and the drugs throttling my brain, I couldn’t possibly think straight. I couldn’t possibly listen to that little voice of decent inside my head, telling me to get the fuck out.

I sat in the dark for what seemed like an hour, though my concept of time was completely skewed. I fidgeted in the cheerleading outfit, my first time in women’s clothing, feeling not myself...feeling embarrassed. How would I react when Violet, a total babe in her own rite, saw me like this?

Then from the darkness she came. I never heard her footsteps; the music was too loud. She just appeared in the dimmed pink lights, her patented purple hair different

than the bun she’d worn earlier; now it was long and straight, hanging in her face. I could see the matching purple of her lips below her locks.

She wore the same cheerleading outfit as me.

With how much teasing and foreplay Monica had done I thought Violet might do the same...but instead, she came right at me. She fell into the couch, wrapped my head in her arms, and began to push her tongue into my mouth with urgent aggression.

Fuck, I thought. She’s an amazing kisser.

The erection in my skirt was back, hard and pressing. I was scared to touch her with it, slinking my hips back as she attacked my mouth with her tongue.

My hands found her shoulders, sliding down her flat chest, playing with her nipples because her tits were nonexistent. Violet’s own hands were all over me – running through my wig and down to my massive fake tits. She squeezed at them, and I felt the latex rub up against my chest.

Our tongues collided, our spit swapped, and I was so turned on. Maybe even more than I had been with Monica.

Maybe Violet was the one I wanted, the one I loved, the one that drove me crazy...

Our lips collided, our tongues went deep, and we kissed passionately...but something was poking my side. Something hard and distracting. I thought maybe it was her hands at first, but they were busy with my fake tits...

I reached down for it, expecting to find some piece of drug paraphernalia perhaps, something leftover on the couch that was so urgently sticking into my ribs.

And with his tongue halfway down my throat, that’s when I grabbed hold of Michael’s hard pecker.

CLICK...CLICK...CLICK...

A flash of light behind my eyelids.

You should have listened to me... CLICK...CLICK...CLICK...FLASH! Hehehehe...Hehehehe...familiar laughter coming from

the dark.

CLICK...CLICK...CLICK...FLASH!

Michael’s hand came to my own hard-on, and I could feel the horror of his realization as his tongue left my mouth.

CLICK! CLICK! CLICK!
FLASH!
HAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAH! Michael and I tore from one another in mutual horror.

Suddenly the lights came on, momentarily blinding me, bright and translucent and terrible.

HAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHA! HAHAHAH!

Monica and Violet stood mere feet from us, impossible to see before but now revealed in all their skimpy glory. Monica held a camera in one hand, and Violet a video camera. Their laughter was louder than the hip-hop music blaring, and the look in their eyes confirmed everything I’d been so scared of all along.

I looked at Michael; he cowered in the corner of the couch, the purple wig making him look a fool. It was easy to see how I could have mistaken him – his makeup and hair identical to Violet’s, and in the dark his body wasn’t far off.

He looked back at me. Eyes wide and unbelieving.

HAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHA!

“Don’t you ladies LOOK PRECIOUS HAHAHAH!” Monica bellowed.

“You two were really going at it. I think I saw chemistry! HAHAHAHA!” Violet cackled.

“And just wait until EVERYONE at school gets a load of these pictures,” Monica cried, “you two will be the laughingstock of the ENTIRE town!”

HAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHA!

3.

That night I laid awake in my bed; sleep the furthest thing from my mind.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Monica and Violet, erotic and violent – pointing...grinning.

You two looked like you were REALLY getting into! Monica’s taunting voice branded into my memory. Are you SURE you didn’t know who it was? You should really get a look at these photos HAHAHAHA! I think you two might be IN LOVE!

Violet’s casual cruelness may have been the worst of all – the flippant way she threatened to ruin our lives.

Only a true sissy fagget would know how to make out with another guy THAT good...You know you two sissys belong to US now, right? It’s either that or we print a thousand of these pictures up and post them ALL OVER SCHOOL!

Who knows...maybe we will anyways... HAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHA!

It rang in my ears like the concussion of a bomb blast...and Michael’s pleading voice, too - Please don’t tell anyone PLEASE! No one can ever know about this!

He looked so silly in that purple wig; his makeup as extravagant as my own. How could we have been tricked so easily? The girls played on our weaknesses, seduced us...and now they had us right where they wanted. They held all the cards and there was absolutely nothing Michael and I could do.

Except do as they said.

Monica and Violet created a group chat for the four of us. They named it “Sissy Slaves.”

Monica: Good morning little faggets! It’s Monday so you know what that means! Meet me and Violet at school early. The gymnasium. 7 am. Don’t be late!

Violet: If we don’t see you this is the picture that will be sent in a mass text to just about everyone at Wilmington

The photo showed Michael with his hands locked around my body, his tongue deep in my mouth. And me happily accepting it, a look of strained lust on my face.

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Michael: I’ll be there Queen.
Jessie: Yes Queen.
It was more than a little awkward seeing Michael that

morning – the first time since our mutual humiliation. Gone were the wigs and makeups and false tits, now all we wore was our shame. We said little to one another as we walked the early morning over to the gym.

Monica and Violet were waiting for us outside, bright-eyed and bushy tailed.

“Well if it isn’t fag 1 and fag 2,” Violet grinned, “how did I know you two would be SO punctual this morning?” She had short-shorts and a tank-top on, her tiny perky tits already hard from her sadism.

“They knew not to be late, Violet,” Monica started in, “because now we hold the key! The key to their pathetic little existence!”

“That’s not all we’re going to hold the key to,” Violet giggled. “Follow us, girls...”

They led us through the empty gym and down the corridor to the girl’s locker room. We followed them in reluctantly, no idea what was in store for us. Monica was

in her cheerleading uniform again, the only thing she ever seemed to wear.

Even in my anger and borderline hatred of her, I couldn’t help but fall for her body – those magnificent breasts, her perfect skin, her sexy mouth...I was hopeless.

“Drop your pants bitch boys,” Violet said, rummaging through her locker.

“Wh-wh-what?” I said.

“Don’t act like we haven’t already seen,” Monica said. “We know you both have tiny little shrimp dicks. Nothing to be embarrassed about, right? Now DROP your fucking pants. OK?”

Michael and I looked at each other, defeated. We pulled our shorts down right along with the underwear beneath them and stood side by side in the girls’ locker room.

“HAHAHAHA! HAHAHA! OH MY GOODNESS! HAHAHAHA” Monica’s evil cackle.

“Jesus Christ you call those dicks! And look at JESSIE’S! It’s even smaller than Michael’s pathetic little clit-dick!”

HAHAHAHAH! HAHAHAHA!

Like we were naked in a hurricane, we stood there absorbing the blows of their cruelty.

HAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHA! LOSERS!

“Are you done yet?” I said at last, unable to ignore the tears of hilarity in their eyes.

“Not even close,” Violet pulled something from her locker. “Ever seen these before, faggets?”

“Cock cages,” Monica said, “although I hesitate to call what’s between your legs a cock. More like baby shrimp.”

“These are to make sure you little faggets aren’t jerking off without our permission,” Violet said, handing one of the shiny contraptions to Monica. “And trust me we will know if you cheat...part of being our little sissy slaves means you are subjected to “Nut Checks” at any given moment...if we decide to take your cage off and jerk your little clit-dick, we’ll know if you’ve been cheating based on how long it takes you to cum. Anything over ten seconds and all those sexy pictures of you two will be posted all over school...”

“You can’t be serious,” Michael squeaked, watching Violet squat down in front of him and reach for his shriveled white dick. “You can’t expect us to wear something like that!”

“We can and we do,” Monica said, coming in close to me and opening the cock-cage. She reached her deft hand out and took hold of my penis – it looked smaller to me in that moment than it ever had...and despite my best efforts, I got hard in Monica’s hand almost immediately.

“WOW! You sure are an excitable little bitch, aren’t you?” She mocked me. “Is this how hard you got for that girl at your last school? What was her name – Sarah?”

My face flushed red, and I looked away.

“Awww, is little baby bitch embarrassed?” Violet heckled me as she shoved Michael’s prick into the cage. “Monica told me all about your little episode at your last school. About how your girlfriend laughed at your tiny dick and wouldn’t fuck you. Hahahaha!”

I was too embarrassed to speak.

“Awww, I think you hurt little sissy boy’s feelings, Violet! You should apologize!”

“My pleasure,” an evil shadow came over Violet’s face. She paused for a moment on the task of locking up Michael’s manhood, and reached over to my tiny, taut ballsack and slapped it. Hard.

“UGH!” I groaned, doubling over.
“HAHAHA! HAHAHAH!”
“Now hold still, fagget. I need to lock you up!” Violet pulled a camera from her bag and got to

snapping photos. They made Michael and I hold hands and smile, our caged little dicks forefront in the picture. She took too many to count, all the while the pangs of humiliation rocked my queasy stomach.

“Can we put our clothes back on now?” I asked feebly.

“You sure can, little guy,” Violet was back in her locker digging around. “But first we need to add one...more...here they are!”

“Please...no...please not that,” Michael whimpered.

“Awww, what’s wrong little fagget? Did I not get them in your color?” Violet held two pairs of women’s panties

clutched in her little fist, both the same awful shade of pink. “Well I’ll make you a deal – if you act like a good little sissy slave I’ll make sure to get your favorite color next time. OK? Now put the fucking panties on, SLUTS!”

Violet was ferocious when she screamed, throwing the underwear at our useless caged dicks. We picked them up off the floor and put them on – the frilly pink lace doing a poor job of hiding the silver contraptions below.

“HAHAHAH! WOULD YOU LOOK AT THESE TWO SILLY FAGGETS!” Monica shrieked.

“HAHAHA! They fit SO WELL...I guess I just know you girls INSIDE and OUT! HAHAHA!”

Under the downpour of their laughter the pink underwear around my crotch felt more claustrophobic than the cage. The way the fabric clung to my hips, the way the soft lace rustled against my pubic hair, the way it rode uncomfortably into the crack of my ass...it was like suffocation, like red-hot burning emasculation.

“Put your pants back on little faggets, we’re tired of looking at your pathetic excuse for dicks!” Monica snapped. We were dressed in seconds, grateful for the

opportunity...forced to adjust the panties so they weren’t too uncomfortable.

“You get to wear your new presents all day, every fucking day!” Violet sounded chirpy. “Try not to get too hard inside them, it will get uncomfortable to say the least.”

Monica stepped forward and snaked her arms around my shoulders, drawing me in closer and closer until her overflowing tits were in my face. She started to shake them back and forth, slow, side-to-side.

“Ah!” I grimaced suddenly, stiffening inside my new prison.

“See what she means?” Monica breathed in my face. “No boners for you!”

The bell rang and we parted. Michael and I walked away from the girls awkwardly, trying to adjust to the feel of our new accessory.

Homeroom was my only sanctuary – the only place I really felt safe from the girls, or Michael for that matter. It wasn’t that I disliked Michael, in some ways he was my only real friend. He was also the only one who could

understand what I was going through. But seeing him reminded me of it all, and at least Homeroom held enough distractions to take my mind off my predicament, if only for a little while.

I was wiggling my thighs together, trying to make the cage a little more comfortable when she spoke to me for the first time.

“It’s Jessie, right? I’m Simone.”

I snapped my head out of my humiliation daydream and turned to the girl seated at the desk beside me. Somehow, I’d failed to notice her before, which was surprising because she was so incredibly pretty.

“Yeah, I’m Jessie...Simone? That’s a nice name...”

“Thanks,” she said. Her blonde hair was back in a ponytail, and she had gorgeous green eyes. She looked innocent, nice even. “How is it going for you so far? It must be kind of nerve-wracking coming to a new school in your senior year.”

“It’s going alright,” I lied, “some people are nicer than others but hey, that’s life right?”

“Don’t let the popular kids get to you,” she smiled, it was intoxicating. “They like to act like they’re the boss of everyone, like they can just do whatever they want. It’s up to us to remind them they can’t. Right?”

“Sure, if you say so...”

“Are you going to the basketball game on Friday? Home opener?”

“I’m not so sure about that,” I said, “I don’t get the impression the team cares for me very much.”

“You’re just new, Jessie. They’re like that with all the new kids. If they see you cheering along with everyone else, I’m sure they’ll warm to you.”

“You think so?”

“For sure...you’re really nice, Jessie. And easy to talk to. Maybe I’ll see you at the game?”

“That’d be really...cool, yeah. I’d love that.”
“Me too,” Simon replied.
It hit me all at once that Simone looked eerily similar

to Sarah from my last school. From behind it would have been difficult to tell them apart, same size, same figure,

same hair color. It was only Simone’s tempting, full lips that separated her.

I probably snuck twenty side-ways glances at her throughout the rest of class, and I was sad to see her go when the bell rang.

If Homeroom was my solace, then Lunch Hour was my hell. I wasn’t even to the cafeteria yet when the text message came through on my phone.

Monica: All sissy faggets are to report to the outdoor basketball courts RIGHT NOW!

Violet: You might want to wear something comfortable

“Christ what could it be this time?” I mumbled, skipping the cafeteria and heading straight for the other side of campus. I met up with Michael halfway there and we walked together in our usual anxious silence, both of us wound up and dreading what could be coming.

When we got there the courts were crowded. It looked like the varsity team was running a practice, fifteen shirtless black guys dripping sweat and sprinting from one end of the court to the other. The sight was off-putting to

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say the least, and without knowing it my brisk walk slowed down to a crawl.

Monica and Violet were waiting for us on a set of bleachers nearby, overlooking the Varsity team’s practice.

“Come have a seat, sissys,” Violet patted a spot beside her and Monica, “we need to have a little chat.”

“Settling into your new accessories, I hope?” Monica smirked. “Remember – no little boners for your little dicks. We don’t want any accidents now do we?”

“No doubt it’ll be difficult for them,” Violet said, “with so many half-naked black guys running up and down the court...”

“Do you little faggets like black guys?” Monica asked. “Who am I kidding? Of course you do. I don’t blame you. I think they’re so sexy. So manly. You know – like the exact opposite of you two? Hahaha...”

“You’ve met Marcus already I believe, Jessie. That one over...there!”

Violet pointed across the court, to the sidelines, where Marcus clung to a pull-up bar, lifting and lowering himself again and again easy as a jog. The sun beat down on his

dark body, the grease of his sweat running the lines of his muscles like melting chocolate. His biceps were massive, bulging veins as he flexed over and over.

“Yes, we’ve met...I don’t think he likes me very much...”

“We can fix that,” Monica said, “but not today. Today we have something else planned for you two.”

“Planned?” Michael spoke up. “Haven’t you two done enough to us today? I can’t even go pee at the urinal anymore...”

“As you shouldn’t,” Violet reminded him, “urinals are for men. Remember? You get to sit down and pee like all the other ladies.”

“Do you want to tell them or should I?” Monica looked at Violet, that terrifying blue light in her eyes.

“Oh please...allow me...” Violet turned on us, and what she said next was like the equivalent of telling us to run into oncoming traffic.

For a moment we sat there in stunned silence, breathes caught in our chest, the cold sting of our cock cages against our thighs. And just around the time we

began to formulate words, to protest, to tell the girls that NO, NO FUCKING WAY would we be doing THAT...Violet had her phone out, a picture up on the screen. All set to be shared to Instagram with the push of a button: Michael and I locked in a passionate kiss, my skirt open to reveal the tiny erection within. For a moment I wondered if anybody would even recognize the two of us...but then I read the caption below it: The new boy and Michael the dork REALLY getting to know each other! LMAO!

Any and all protests died on the wind. They had us.

“You’re gonna want to get this thing going,” Violet said, tapping her watch. “The bell for fourth period rings in thirty minutes...and we’re already late for cheerleading practice.”

It took everything within us to stand from those bleachers and walk out onto the basketball court. I remember keeping my hand clutched in a fist at my side, digging fingernails into my palm, forcing myself to go through the unthinkable.

“Ta-ta, girls!” Violet called from behind, her and Monica breaking apart into great swells of giddy guffaws.

We passed along the sidelines, steering clear of the 3 on 3 game taking place on the court. We walked by idling groups of teammates, all naked from the waist up and staring us down as we passed. Michael and I were a good six inches below the shortest of them.

Then we came to where Marcus stood with a friend, arms crossed over their chests and watching the game.

“Hey, uh...M-m-m-Marcus? Marcus?”

The unruly giant pulled his eyes from the game and looked me up and down.

“The fuck you want, cumshot? Lose your baba?”

“N-n-no...I um...well, Michael and I we uh...we wanted...

“Spit it the fuck out pussy!”

“We-wanted-to-challenge-you-to-agameofbasketball! ”

The court went silent. All at once. The 3 v 3 game halted. Conversations stopped.

“HAHAHAAAA! HAHAHAHAAA!” The entire court erupted. “HAAAAHAHAHA! HAAAAHAHAH!”

I looked out over the court, past the multitude of dark faces crying with laughter, and spotted Monica and Violet up in the bleachers, loving every second of it.

“Lemme get this straight bitch boy!” Marcus erupted in my face. “You and your little pussy friend here want a game of 2 on 2? WITH US?! HAAAAHAHAHAHA!”

It was almost too loud to be heard but I went ahead away, “That’s right, Marcus...2 v 2...and if we win, you have to buy our lunch for a whole week...” the words felt hopeless even as they left my mouth.

“Oh, if YOU win?” Marcus tried to quell his laugher. “So when you and yah little boyfriend here are done getting your asses kicked, what do we get?”

This was the hard part.

“Whatever you want,” Michael sighed. “Whatever...you...want...”

“You two little bitch boys’ got yourself a bet,” Marcus turned to the menacing baller standing beside him, “you ready to clown these fools, Julius?”

“Fuckin’ right,” Julius grunted, flexing his pecs.

There isn’t a whole lot of use for me to recall every humiliating moment of the game, most of it I’ve blacked out by now. But I remember that every time Marcus got the ball, he’d do any number of spin and dribble moves to get me unsteady on my feet, to the point of falling over.

Then he’d get right in my face and say – “seen you hangin’ with Monica and Violet, the cheerleader sluts. Don’t waste your time. Monica ain’t interested in sorry ass white boys with tiny dicks...she likes black guys, I should fucking know!”

WHOOSH! Right by me and a dunk to finish.

“I’ve had Monica all over my big fat dick! I made that bitch scream my name so loud she broke glass!”

WHOOSH! Spinning layup.

“I bet you’re bitch ass is still a fuckin’ virgin...bet you’d cum in your little panties if Monica so much as touched you...you’re fucking pathetic!”

WHOOSH! SLAM!

Game.

We were standing there in the middle of the court, our backs to each other as the basketball team circled us. I had

a perfect view of Monica and Violet in the bleachers, losing their shit, holding each other, laughing until tears ran down their face.

“That makes the score 12 to 0, faggets,” Marcus chuckled. “Did you even try?”

“I think they was too busy sniffin’ yah ballsack,” Julius added, “the way you was draggin’ it across they face every damn play!”

Hahahaha...Hahahaha...

“What was the deal? If you two won, we buy you lunch...but if we win?”

“Whatever you want...” I choked out. “Whatever we want...”
“GET EM’ BOYS!” Marcus screamed. Suddenly they were on us, all of them, groping

grabbing cruel black hands snatching us from the ground and raising us up. Soon we were floating along their shoulders, restrained by brute force and young strength. They were carrying us, where to we had no idea...and following close behind came Monica and Violet, skipping alongside.

We busted through a set of double doors and were met by the cold wash of air conditioning, the dimmed lights of the gymnasium, the thumping bass of music...it was cheerleading practice, the entire varsity team of girls out on the floor running through their routine...

The basketball team walked right through them, Michael and I still crowd-surfing atop their shoulders like driftwood on the black sea. The many pretty faces of the cheerleading squad took notice, their attention falling one by one on the nerds on high.

The dancers were giggling, and a moment later Monica and Violet were with them, egging them on, the whole of the squad staring at us...

At last they set us down, situating us directly between the basketball team and the cheerleading squad. Black on one side, white on the other...and pathetic in the middle.

“Attention! Attention! Special fucking announcement!” Marcus guffawed.

Every girl in the auditorium was watching; eager young faces, beautiful and terrible all at once.

“These two NERDS told us all that they wanted to come and say hello to the cheerleaders today! Ain’t that sweet of them, girls? Can you give these two pansy-ass bitches a wave?”

The squad looked at us with mild disgust, their heads shaking back and forth. With a long eyeroll and a wave of soft laughter, they brough their hands up and waved at Michael and I.

“Hiiiiii,” they said in unison, annoyed.
“Go on, losers,” Marcus said. “Wave back.”
I didn’t realize it had happened until every pair of eyes

on the cheerleading team widened at once. Their mouths dropped, their tongues lolled, and they erupted into a cacophony of cruel girlish laughter than I can only describe as agonizing...I can still here it today...

HAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHA!

I looked down. My pants were at my ankles.
So were Michael’s...
“HAHAHA! OH MY GOD ARE THOSE...ARE THOSE

PANTIES?! HAHAHA!”

HAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAH!

“WHAT THE HELL IS THAT UNDERNEATH! NO WAY! NO WAY! HAHAHAHA!

“IT’S A...COCK CAGE!!!!!! WHAT THE FUCK!!!!! HAHAHAHA!”

HAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHA!

WHAT TOTAL FUCKING LOSERS! HAHAHAHAHA! SHRIMP DICK FAGGETS!
It was all around us, it was everything. The low,

seething madness of the basketball team. The high, ear-shattering cries of the cheerleaders. Fingers from all directions. I don’t know who bent over faster for their shorts – me or Michael. But it didn’t matter. They’d seen. They’d all seen and there was nothing that could change that now.

As I ran from the gym there was one voice, one voice riding over all the others...the one that haunted my dreams at night.

“He even runs like a girl!” Monica cackled. HAAAAAHAHAHA! HAAAAAHAHAHA!

4.

It was hard to show my face at school the next day. Michael didn’t even show up...and so far, there hadn’t been a single text message from Monica or Violet. In fact, the last I’d heard from them had been their hysterical laugher as I ran for my life.

“Are you OK, Jessie?” Simone asked me that morning in homeroom. Her golden hair was in pigtails, and her eye makeup seemed more extravagant than usual. Her usual modest t-shirt was replaced with a thin tank-top, and for the first time I noticed her chest – rich, full, perky.

“Me? Oh, I’m fine...I guess...”

“Are they picking on you again?” she asked, batting her eyelashes. “I heard there was some sort of incident at the cheerleaders practice yesterday...”

“What did you hear?” I gulped, feeling the crimson flush into my neck.

“Just that they were a right bunch of assholes to you and Michael...they pantsed you or something, I don’t know...I don’t care, either. I think it’s wrong of them to do that to you!”

“Really? You do?”

“You’re such a sweet guy, Michael,” she reached across the aisle and took my hand in hers, “you need to remember that you don’t deserve to be treated that way. OK?”

“You’re right,” I managed a small smile at her, “I don’t deserve to be treated that way.

She smiled at me, and for a moment everything was alright.

Just then my phone vibrated in my pocket. I slipped my hand from Simone’s tender grasp and checked it. Monica: You’re going to need to cut class after

homeroom, Jessie...
Violet: Otherwise your fagget friend is going to

have ALL the fun without you...

A picture accompanied the text: Michael in full drag, purple wig, naked from the waist down with his caged penis in full view. He was standing in front of a white wall, a perfect circular hole leading through it...

Monica: Get your sissy ass to my house and don’t be late!

“Everything OK?” Simone asked, concerned. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost!”

“I’m fine,” I said. “Just need to use the bathroom...”

I snuck off campus easily enough and jogged the first few blocks from school so as not to be caught skipping. My mind was racing, jumping to every conclusion imaginable as to what could be waiting for me at Monica’s.

When I got there I stood out on the street staring at the house, like a brave little kid about to enter a haunted mansion all by himself. It was difficult to walk up the drive, to knock on the door, to not bolt the second Monica answered it dressed in a string-bikini two sizes too small for her.

“Look who it is,” she licked her lips, “the big bad sissy who decided to skip school to be with his mommy. Get your fagget ass in here NOW SLUT!”

She grabbed me by the shirt collar and yanked me into the house. She led me straight back to her room where an unopened bottle of Tequila sat on the table beside three white lines of blow.

“Three swigs and three lines, bitch boy,” she snapped at me. “You know the drill!”

“I’m not so sure about this, Monica,” I said, tensing up. “I didn’t feel so good the last time I did this stuff...”

“I don’t remember asking? Are you that fucking stupid, Jessie? Talk back to me one more fucking time and I’ll have Violet send those faggety pictures of you to YOUR PARENTS!”

I had the tequila cap off in record time, slugging it back warm and sweet. I dropped to my knees and shot three lines of Monica’s “magic mixture” up my nose. When I stood back up I was floating above the ground.

“We’ve got to get you changed right away,” Monica said, tossing a slutty black dress at me, matching heels to boot. “Here’s your wig, too. Now get changed and meet me in the bathroom so I can get your makeup done...we’re going to have so much fun today!”

“Where’s Michael?” I called as she strutted from the room.

“You’ll see,” she sang. “You’ll see...”
With my brain in a daze, I transformed quickly.

Monica made me look at myself in her bathroom mirror when she finished with my makeup. “So cute,” she moaned in my ear. “Such a good little fagget for mommy. Now, come with me. It’s time for your sissy practice...”

“My what?”

Monica pulled me from the bathroom, through the hall, down the stairs to that damnable basement...it was my first time really seeing it, the first time too dark and too much a whirlwind of panic and humiliation to truly notice it...the girls had converted the basement into a studio of sorts, where cameras mounted to tripods and cables ran to computers...assortments of toys and gadgets laid out here and there, hot bright lights shining from overhead.

Michael was bent over in a corner of the room, his legs spread and caged penis dangling just below his asscrack. A camera was pointed directly at his red, pummeled ass-cheeks, and Violet stood beside him with a long-handled paddle in hand. She was topless, perky tits standing at attention, a pair of black panties on below.

“Thank you for the $50 donation, Sir69!” Violet squeaked for the camera. “You know the rules everyone! $50 gets you 50 spanks LIVE ON STREAM! HEHE!”

CRACK! Went the paddle against Michael’s blaring cheeks. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

“UGGHHMMMM!” Michael groaned into the gag secured over his mouth. The hair of his purple wig stuck to the sweat pouring down his face.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

“UGGGHHHMMMUUGH! UUUUHHHH!”

“Good little sissy fagget!” Violet reprimanded him, slamming the paddle down again and again. “Take your punishment like a good girl!”

“Is he OK?” I asked Monica through a fog. “What do you think?” “UGGGHHHHAAAHHH!” Michael wailed

suddenly.
“Oopsy!” Violet giggled. “I may have missed on that

one and hit his little bitty ballsack by mistake! Hehe! Oh well!”

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

“Are you going to do that...to me?” I gulped, my eyes searching Monica’s gorgeous face for some sign of mercy.

“Oh of course not, Jessie...we’ve got something much, much better planned for you...but first, it’s time for you to practice...”

There were a few doors just off the main part of the basement, and Monica led me through the one furthest from the scene unfolding live on camera. We came into a cramped, dark room barely big enough to hold the two of us.

On the wall adjacent to the door, was a perfect round hole. Blackness.

“The basketball team’s first away game is in just a few weeks, so we’ve got to get you ready! We’re running low on time!” Monica shoved me towards the backwall. My hands came to the hem of my little black dress...I was nervous.

“Ready for what? What is this place, Monica?”

“Ready for the party of course! And ready to make mommy lots of cash...but to be good at your job, you’re going to have to learn how to perform. I want you to get on your knees and face that hole. Right there. Good.”

I stared into the center of that black hole, not sure what I was looking for. My head was still swimming with the drugs she’d plied me with, and sometimes it looked as though something were moving back there in the recess of the hole.

Monica reached above me and knocked three times on the drywall.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

“What the fuck!” I screamed.

Emerging from that hole like a whale breaching water in the ocean was the biggest, fattest black cock I had ever laid eyes on.

“What the fuck!” I screamed again.

“Awww, come now, Jessie. Don’t act so disgusted! It’s just a big black cock after all. I’m sure you’re at least A LITTLE curious?”

It hung from the hole, drooping down the wall, half-alive and swinging. Slowly the head lifted up to face me, as if it heard me talking about it.

“Who-who-whose IS this?” I asked, terrified.

“Does it matter? Just a loyal paying customer...they’ve been coming here for years...”

“Years?”

“You aren’t the first senior sissy we’ve duped, Jessie...though you might just be the last. Now, open your stupid slut mouth and get to work! That cock isn’t going to suck itself!”

Monica grabbed me by the ears, twisting, and forced my face forward. At the last possible moment I opened up – tasting it full on as the stranger behind the wall guided his cock into my mouth hands-free.

“Thaaaat’s it, good little sissy slut,” she giggled in my ears. “Suck suck suck!”

I felt it grow larger in my mouth, felt it slamming into the back of my throat. It was too much to take and I began to gag almost immediately.

“WHECK! WHECK! WHECK! WHECK!”

“Very good rhythm, sissy!” Monica encouraged, still steering me by the ears. “If this really is your first time then you’ve got REAL TALENT! HAHAHAHA!”

“WHECK! WHECK! WHECK! WHECK!”

Even with Monica forcing my face down on it I couldn’t get it all back. It was too thick, too long, too massive. Spit and drool ran off my chin, soaking my sexy black dress.

“I need to check something,” she said, letting go of my ears. “Don’t you dare stop choking on that black meat!” Her hands found the underneath of my dress easily, locating the cock cage that she herself had secured. “Just like I thought! A true fagget! Are you trying to bend the cage with your little boner? It won’t work!”

The discomfort in my throat distracted me from the pain of my dick pressing into the cock cage. My little member was confused, trapped between two worlds of trying to grow and trying to recede all at the same time!

Monica took hold of my head again, this time with one hand so she could use the other to stroke the alpha cock off in my mouth.

“NOM NOM NOM, BITCH BOY! EAT UP! HAHAHAHA!” Monica cackled like mad, feeding it to me.

“WHECK! WHECK! WHECK! WHECK!”

“Ooohhh, I can feel it in his shaft. He’s going to cum soon. Ready to lap up all that black nut like a good little whore?”

“WHECK! WHECK! WHECK! WHECK!”

“That’s it...keep sucking...suck it like you love it...good little sissy slut...oops! Here it is! Here it comes!”

The wall began to vibrate, the audible moan of the man on the other side humming through. And then the explosion.

Hot. Thick. Salty.

“WHECK-AH! WHECK-AH! WHECK-AH! WHECK-AH!” My throat greased over with the volume of his seed, filling my mouth and spilling out the sides of my cheeks. It was like a firehose of semen, constant and rich.

“Good little bitch boy! Not bad for a first time! Just remember to keep that jaw loose and your tongue moving! Gobble gobble gobble!”

The club dislodged from throat, glistening and dripping, half-flaccid and ten times my size.

“Now give it a little kiss, go on. Be a good little slut.”

I puckered my lips and planted a tender kiss on the tip of the stranger’s cock.

“Good sissy. Now look up and smile for the camera.”

How could I have missed it before? A camera lens clear as day, tucked into the shelving above my head.

I barely had time to register what had happened to me before Monica was pulling me to my feet, leading me out of the gloryhole room and back into the studio.

“That’s all the time we have for the stream today, everyone!” Violet beamed at the camera. “Be sure to join us tomorrow when I make this little sissy whore take a dildo up her tight little asshole! Hehe! Till next time!”

Michael was a crumpled mess, tied to a chair, his berated ass brighter than the sun. Violet left him like that and walked over to where Monica and I stood. I couldn’t help but notice the perfect symmetry of her tiny breasts, how taut the nipples were, hot fit her upper body was.

“Have you don’t the Nut Check on him yet?” Violet raised her eyebrows.

“Not yet...I figured you’d want to see.” “You know me too well, Monica...”

“Nut Check?” I asked.

“Don’t you remember, stupid?” Violet narrowed her eyes. “We’ve got to do a nut check to make sure you haven’t been cheating in your cage...your little friend Michael passed with flying colors.”

“Does...does that mean I’m going to get to cum?”

“That’s just what it means,” Monica said, “I bet you are just SO excited...”

“Lift up your dress, whore,” Violet spat. “Let’s see your pathetic little man clit!”

I did as I was told, showing them my half-flaccid penis inside its metal prison.

“So fucking small,” Violet went on, “I still can’t get used to it...now hold still little fagget, Monica is going to take your cage off and let your little shrimp get some fresh air...don’t you dare get too excited...”

Monica dropped to her knees in front of me, her flowing breasts barely concealed in the string bikini she wore. Using a tiny key, she unlocked the cage and removed it. My dick finally free...and rising immediately.

“His teeny, little balls sure look swollen, Violet,” Monica eyed my testicles, “maybe he’s been a good girl?”

“We’ll know soon enough,” Violet stepped forward and flicked the rigid thing between my legs.

“AH!” I started.

“Shut the fuck up, sissy,” Violet waved off my pain. “Now we’re going to make sure you haven’t been cheating in your cage...and you better hope you haven’t, because I swear to God the entire school will know everything by tomorrow morning if you have...”

“But first, we need to get you in the mood,” Monica grinned.

“I’m-I’m already in the mood,” I begged, “I swear...go on, give it a tug. I bet I’ll cum in five seconds. I’m so fucking horny...”

“Awww. Does dressing up like a little sissy slut make you cum? Sucking black cock make you cream your little panties? Huh? Does it?”

“First things first,” Monica opened a drawer on a side table nearby, removing something huge and black...straps hanging from it. “We’ve got to see just how much of a sissy

you are...before we can give you your knew name, before we can pimp you out like the slut you are...we’ve got to know for sure...”

“What? What do you mean!”

“On your knees, bitch!” Violet kicked my feet out and I landed hard on the carpet.

Monica stood in front of me as she put it on, fastening it around her waist, adjusting the straps so that the giant black dildo jutted out from her sex like the real thing.

“You’re gonna want to get it wet, bitch boy...like, really fucking wet, or you’ll regret it later...” Monica stared down at me, the cock gripped in her dominant hand.

“What? You can’t mean...you can’t be saying what I think you’re saying!” I screamed, trying to stand but feeling Violet’s hands at my shoulders.

WHAP!

Monica slapped me across the face with it.

“What did I say about talking back?” Monica’s voice was cruel in a way I hadn’t heard before. “What did I tell you, sissy?”

“Uh-oh,” Violet giggled. “Sounds like you’ve made Monica angry...a very bad time to do that...”

“SUCK!” Monica screamed at me, grabbing me by the wig and pulling my mouth down onto the thing between her legs. My throat was well-warmed up from the man at the gloryhole earlier, but Monica was being rough. “GOOD LITTLE BITCH! SUCK IT!”

“WHECK! WHECK! WHECK! WHECK!”

“Look at all that slobber!” Violet was beside me, on her knees and pinching my nipples cruelly. “Good little bitch! That’s it! Make it sloppy for Monica!”

“Time for your Nut Check,” Monica announced after assaulting my throat for close to ten minutes.

I found myself bent over a box, wooden and hard, as if its sole purpose was for cradling me. Violet stood in front of me, topless and holding onto both my wrists, stretching me...

Monica mounted behind me, spreading my virgin ass, spitting on the terrified hole there.

“Please!” I shouted. “It’s too big! It won’t fit!”

“You underestimate my power...” Monica’s voice. The most terrifying version of it yet. “Hold him still...’

“Oh God...no...no...OOOOOHHHHH!” I screamed in Violet’s grinning face.

“MMMMM, nice and tight for mama...just how I fucking like it!” Monica had her hands on my hips, grinding into me.

“OOOOOHHHH GOD!” I screamed. “NO!”

“No?” Monica called from behind, reaching underneath and finding my tiny stiff cock in the palm of her hand. “Are you sure?”

“OOOOOHHHHH!”

“Monica is rough, isn’t she, Jessie?” Violet stared into my eyes. “She just loves beating up on little faggets like you...it’s just too easy...” Suddenly Violet was shoving her phone in my face, recording every painful moment. “You like that don’t you, slut? Yes you do. Moan for us. Show us how much you love that big black cock in your ass!”

“OOOOOHHHHH FUCK!”
Monica railed me, rough and raw and brutal.

Then they were flipping me over, and Monica had my legs under her arms, lifting my lower body off the ground, sliding back into my asshole as my shoulders supported me from underneath. My dripping, stiff dick pointed directly down at my face.

“UGH!” Monica grunted, fucking me. “UGH! So fucking good...it’s hitting my clit perfectly...I’m going to cum in this little fagget!”

“Nut Check time!” Violet giggled gleefully, using one hand to document it all while the other went to my neglected erection. She took it tight in her palm, kung-fu grip, and began to jerk.

It was all too much. The massive thing in my ass, Monica using me like a toy, and Violet’s expert rhythm on my shaft. Five seconds in and I lost it...my tiny dick shooting streams of cum down into my own face.

“Hahahaha!” Violet laughed, aiming my pecker straight down and jerking every last drop out. “Hahahah! Look at the little fagget! HAHAHA! CUMMING IN HIS OWN FACE! LOSER! HAHAHAHA!”

“I’m cumming!” Monica swooned, never slowing down, pumping me full of dildo as her body rocked in time with her orgasm. “Oooohhhh!”

“FUCK!” I screamed, my face full of cum.

“You did so good,” Violet whispered in my ear. I couldn’t see her – I was blind. “You did so good you’ve earned your new name...the both of you have...”

Monica pulled out of my ass and I sucked wind. “You’re our little Cumquat now, and that’s just what we’re going to call you...and your friend over there with the bruises on his ass, that’s Jizzabelle...I’m sure we’re all going to be the best of friends.”

I lay there aching bum to throat, waiting for my towel.

5.

Those first few weeks at my new school passed in front of my eyes like a nightmare I couldn’t wake myself from. The girls used us on the weekends, and on Monday we’d return to school as if nothing ever happened. No sign of the humiliations of Saturday and Sunday.

Except for the panties and cock cage, of course. Those were always near, always reminding me of who I belonged to.

“How was your weekend?” Simone asked me Monday morning. She had this tight t-shirt on, and it seemed I was starting to notice her body more and more. The delicious curves of it.

“It was uneventful,” I lied, “just more of the same old...how about you?”

“I’m working on the school yearbook, so I’ve been putting in extra hours on the weekend...” she bit her bottom lip and lowered her voice, “I make all the final decisions about which photos go where...”

“That’s interesting,” I wasn’t sure what she meant. Was it code? My mind was too exhausted to decipher it. “Coming to the away game on Friday?” I asked.

“No, I’ve got work...I’m surprised you’re going...”
“I sort of have too...”
“Why do you have to?”
I thought about the question. I’d answered her with

more truth than I meant to, and she’d picked up on it right away. Insightful girl that she was. I couldn’t tell her the truth, the truth that I had to go because I was being blackmailed and bullied by the two crazy girls on the cheerleading squad.

But it was difficult to lie just then, some sort of feelings stirring in my stomach for Simone. Like I could tell her anything, like maybe she of all people would understand me.

“I’m...going with my friend Michael, he loves basketball, you know...”

“Really? I didn’t have Michael pegged for basketball kind of guy...”

Michael was not a basketball kind of guy. And as we drove down to the game in the backseat of Monica’s car, Violet up front and the two of us in the back, Michael had a look on his face that said he’d rather play basketball than take part in what Monica and Violet had planned for us that evening.

“Are you two sissies excited or what?” Monica grinned into the rearview mirror, her wild blue eyes on fire. “Your very first away game as Cumquat and Jizzabelle...just wait till you see the afterparty...”

“Everyone loves to play Mt. Wilmington High School,” Violet added, “because the players know that win or lose, everyone’s going to have a real good time at the afterparty...”

“Chastity check, losers,” Monica giggled, “pull your shorts down and show us what good girls you’ve been...”

Michael and I looked at each other, ashamed and embarrassed.

“Well go on,” Violet said, turning in her seat and pointing at us. “Don’t make your Queens wait...show us your little useless dicks!”

With a huff and a sigh, we scootched our shorts down to our knees. In my lap was a shriveled, caged penis sitting on top of a tiny sack. I couldn’t bear to look over at Michael’s, knowing his was even that much bigger.

“Hahahaha,” Violet burst into joyful laughter, “still as pathetic as I remember!”

“I can’t even see them from here,” Monica winked, “just two little white girls with cages on their clits...”

“Let’s see if they’ve been cheating...” Violet reached into the backseat with her middle finger locked and loaded behind her thumb. She brought the projectile to my squat ballsack and flicked as hard as she could.

“AH!” I squealed, grabbing my aching sack.
“Move your hands, sissy!”
I did as she said. There inside the cage was my

growing, tiny penis. Soon the little pink head was pushing against the front of the cage, hard as it could be considering the circumstances.

“Hahahaha, is that as big as it gets, Cumquat?”

“Pay attention sissys,” Monica’s voice changed to all business. “I’m going to run down the nights’ events for you

and it’s important you pay very close attention. You two are, after all, the stars of the show. We’re going to drop you both off at the hotel before the game. When we get back, we’ll have some, er, friends, with us. Some new friends. While we’re at the game the two of you are going to get all dolled up and wait for our new friends. I’ll text when we’re close...”

“And you better do a good job,” Violet snickered. “Makeup, wigs, and tits. The whole nine yards. Got that?”

“I don’t think your plan is going to work,” Michael broke his silence. “I don’t think anyone is going to think it’s really you under those wigs...”

“And why not, bitch boy?” Monica said. “You fell for it, after all.”

“But then again, our little Jizzabelle is a true sissy bitch...maybe she knew the whole time but just wanted to keep feeling on Cumquat’s little baby dick.”

“Hahaha...”
“Hahahaha...”
Soon they were in the throes of it, at our expense, yet

again. They forced Michael and I to ride the rest of the way

with our shorts down, sad dejected dicks taking a walk in their prison.

The girls took us up to our room when we arrived at the hotel, and I was surprised at the level of luxury.

“How did you afford all this?” I asked, walking from room to room of the suite, somewhat stunned.

“It’s a business expense,” Violet giggled. “Except Monica and I won’t be the ones working...hehehe...”

“We’re off to the game now, girls,” Monica walked up to me and ran a sensual finger under my neck, up to my chin. “Do a good job of getting pretty, won’t you? Make me proud...”

The next few hours moved like molasses. Michael and I knew so little of what the girls were planning, we only had some vague idea of what it could be. The cheerleaders were known for their crazy away game blowout parties, most of what happened there were wild rumors, things that couldn’t possibly have been true...

I changed into Monica’s extra cheerleading outfit, well acquainted with its fit at this point and almost an expert at getting the water balloons filled, tied, and safely stored

inside. Next was the makeup - they’d been teaching me how to do it on the weekends when they weren’t busy shoving things in my throat and ass. I was getting quite good at applying blush and eyeliner, being careful not to get lipstick on my teeth.

Last came the wig, heavy and thick and so totally blonde. When I looked at myself in the mirror the name the girls had given me seemed to ring truer all the time...Cumquat...Cumquat...Cumquat...

I waited with Michael in one of the suites’ living areas. He looked eerily like Violet with his purple lipstick and wig, his lack of breasts, his bony posture. Even being dressed like that in front of him, my fellow sissy-in-crime, the only person who could truly understand how it felt...even in front of him I was embarrassed. Every single second.

Around 9:30 our phones vibrated in unison.

Monica: Be there in ten. Cumquat, you’ll be in the last room on the right. Jizzabelle, the last on the left.

Violet: Turn the lights off, get on the beds, and bend over.

Monica: Do exactly as you’re told, girls. Or we’ll text BOTH teams every single picture we have of you!

Michael and I exchanged looks of dejected, inevitable doom.

“There’s no way out now,” Michael said as we walked down the hall.

“Maybe it’s just a touchy-feely thing, you know? Nothing too crazy? They’ll never know it’s us...”

“They might...”

I walked into ‘my room’ and closed the door. There was a king bed against the far wall, all in white. A large walk-in closet stood open adjacent to the bed. The lights were low and when I turned them off, the only visibility given off was by the lights of the city beyond the window.

It just might be dark enough, I thought. As long as they don’t feel around TOO much...

I got on the bed, ass up and face down. I adjusted my caged dick in such a way that if they did take me from behind, and I doubted very much that would be the case, then they’d never see my little secret, dangling there.

I waited.

At some point, as I bent there in the dark, I heard the arrival of our guests out in the main area. Lots of laughing and yelling, as if they were all already drunk and high. Then music started, the low vibration through the walls, constant and rhythmic. Butterflies took off in my stomach. I was scared to death.

After a little while footsteps came from down the hall, approaching, voices chatting.

“It’s a hundred dollars for my ass, baby,” Monica’s voice, out in the hall. “Same for Violet...which door do you want? Violet’s waiting for you in there...or, if you give me a head start, I can wait for you in here...”

“Mmm, Violet is fine and all,” a deep voice from outside the door, “but baby you got it going on...I’m trying to feel them titties AND dig that ass out, know what I’m sayin’?”

“Oh you bad boy...make me one promise though?” “Anything, baby...”
“Don’t go easy on me? I like it rough and hard...” “Oh you know I can do that!”

“Fantastic...I’m going to go in and get ready for you. Count to sixty after I close the door...and then come in...”

“I’m already counting...”

The door opened a moment later, the light it cast just wide enough for Monica’s silhouette to slip through. As she approached the bed, I could hear the stranger’s low voice out in the hallway.

“10...11...12...13...”

Monica put her lips to my ear and whispered, the touch of her breath on my skin rattling my cage.

“We’ve got a big bad boy from Juniper High School in the hall,” she said, faint as the wind. “And he’s just so excited to pound my ass into oblivion. So put on a good show, and don’t forget to whine like a little bitch. Like how we taught you...and don’t you worry, little Cumquat, I’ll be right beside you...”

I watched Monica slip off to the walk-in closet, disappearing in the darkness there, pulling the door nearly closed - leaving a three-inch gap. If I looked hard enough, I could almost see the whites of her eyes...”

“56, 57, 58, 59...”

The door opened wide, filling the room with hallway light.

“60...Goddamn...”

The door closed behind, leaving me once again in the dark. I heard him, I felt him move up behind me.

“Damn girl, you ready to go, ain’t you?”
“Mmhmm,” Monica moaned from the closet.
“Well don’t you worry, baby. Darnell is here to take

care of that ass...”
My breath caught in my throat; his hands all over my

bare buttocks.
“Nice bit of juice here, but how’s the tits?”
His greed hands snaked up my body, finding the

balloons and squeezing them over the top.
“Mmmm, damn girl. You got curves...”
“Fuck my ass daddy,” Monica threw her voice. “Fuck it

so hard...”
I stared at her in the dark, the black hole that she was.

I saw her blink; I knew she was there.
“My pleasure, white girl,” Darnell grunted. Then the

rattle of his belt buckle being removed the zip of his

jeans...something heavy and strong smacking against my ass cheeks. “You sure it ain’t too big for you, girl? Cus I got mass...and you look tight...I’m fixin’ to spread you. Know what I’m sayin?”

“I like it hard, daddy,” Monica sighed, my lips close. “Give it to me!”

“Hold still, now...”

Rough hands spread me, and then a wad of spit impacting my hole straight on. His mammoth head there, spreading the drool, adding some of his own lubrication.

“Ohhhhh,” I moaned high, trying to expel some of the nervous energy.

“Don’t be sacred, bitch,” Darnell said, “we ain’t even started yet...nothing to be sacred of...not yet...”

“OOOOHHH!” he pushed it against me, spreading me. “OOOOHHHH!”

“Shhhh,” he caressed my back, forcing it inside, “don’t be too loud now...I think Lavar is giving it to Violet in the next room, don’t wanna interrupt them...”

“OOOOHHHH! FUCK!” I whimpered, high and girlish.

“That’s it, white bitch. Take it. Take it deep...”

I felt him moving inside of me, too big, far too big. And more of it all the time, filling me wall to wall. He held me by the hips, fucking me with abandon. Sliding what felt like ten inches in and out, over and over...growing rougher by the stroke.

“That’s it, bitch. Take that big black cock in your fuckin’ ass! UGH! TAKE IT!

“OOOOHHH FUCK! FUCK! OW! OW! OW!” I screamed like a girl.

“My fucking ass now. My fucking ass! Take it!”
“UGH! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!”
I couldn’t be sure, but below the sounds of Darnell’s

grunting and his fat black balls smacking my own, I thought I heard the faint sound of giggling...

Darnell’s hand came to my throat, cutting off my breath. With the other he shoved fingers into my mouth, pulling my cheek, ruining me.

“Dirty white bitch! That’s it! Gonna gape that fucking ass! Take that cock! Take it right in your fucking ass!”

“OOOHHHH UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!”

I panted like a dog, and Darnell rode me until I could feel his hot blast erupting inside me, till it was running out of my asshole in a torrent, till it greased my thighs and dripped to the bed below us.

“Cumming allll in that ass, white bitch,” Darnell grumbled, emptying. “UGGHHH! GOOD WHITE BITCH!”

When he pulled out, I collapsed on the bed, my greased opening sore and throbbing.

A stack of cash landed beside my exasperated face, and then a hard slap on my ass cheek.

“There’s your cash, slut,” Darnell said, putting his clothes back on. “You want me to send Tyreek in next?”

“Please do,” Monica whispered from the closet. “Send him right away, baby...”

“You are one talented little slut,” Darnell said, leaving the room.

Monica emerged from the closet long enough to collect the cash from the bed and offer a few words of encouragement.

“You’re doing so good, sissy girl,” she whispered. “Only five more basketball players from the opposing team and then you’re done. Keep up the good work!”

I watched her disappear back into the closet, just as the bedroom door opened once more behind me.

“I heard you’re already loosened up,” Tyreek laughed, “but let’s see if we can’t spread you a lil’ more...”

The door slammed shut.

6.

The basketball season was long. There were a lot of away games, and Monica and Violet never missed a chance to cash in on them. I never saw a single dollar of the thousands she made off me, and I’m sure Michael never saw a cent of his either. The girls were riding us into the ground; my will and my asshole.

So, when the championship game rolled around in late October I was thrilled. Not that I thought Monica and Violet would let up on us, but because at least taking strangers rough and raw in a dark room would be less frequent.

Or at least, I hoped it would be.

“You’re the bell of the ball tonight, Cumquat,” Monica informed me before the game that evening, a home game, which greatly increased our chances of winning. “Jizzabelle isn’t going to be here, she’s on camera at my house working the streams for Violet with her new friend Donte...don’t look so jealous, you’ll get to meet Donte soon enough...”

“There won’t be enough of me to go around,” I said, thinking of any reason to get out of my duties. “Without Jizzabelle I’m just one hole...”

“We’ll just see about that,” she winked. “Your special job tonight is to take care of Marcus...win or lose...for your sake, I would hope that they win...”

“Marcus?” I said shocked. “No way, Monica ! Anything but that, please! I can’t stand Marcus! He’s such an asshole to me, he’s relentless...I can’t do it, not him!”

“You can and you will, Cumquat! Who do you think you are talking to like that? Apologize, now!”

“I’m sorry, Queen,” I mumbled.

“I know how frustrated you must be, darling,” her voice softened. “So pent up in your little cage, no way to use it. No hope of ever using it on a girl. So pathetic you’re not even allowed to jackoff...I can’t imagine...but if you do this for me, if you do it with a smile like a good little sissy...maybe I’ll let that thing out of its cage to play...maybe...”

I thought of Simone in that moment, of how badly I’d like to play with her. Those kind eyes, and soft lips...so beautiful...so pure...

“You mean it?” I said, hope in my voice. “You’ll let me finish?”

“I said maybe, sissy! Let’s see how you do...and let’s see how the game goes...”

I was able to sit in the stands and watch the first three quarters of the game, sissy-free except for the cage around my dick. It was a close game, and the crowd was on fire, screaming and hollering for every made basket, sighing exasperated for every turnover.

Marcus was having a great game, close to thirty points. He’d just dunked the ball to cheers of approval when I heard her voice from behind.

“Jessie? Hey Jessie! How’s it going!”

I turned around to see Simone walking down the bleachers to sit beside me.

“Hi, Simone,” I said shy, “enjoying the game?”

“It’s so close! It’s going to come down to the wire...I hope Marcus can pull the team through...”

“Yeah, I’m sure he will,” I shuddered a bit, thinking on my fate for that evening.

“Are you going to come to the after party?” Simone asked, excitement in her eyes. “It’s being held at some mystery location, I guess the cheerleaders are going to reveal it after the game.”

“I hadn’t heard anything about a party...”

“I’ll text you the location when I find out! It would be great to see you there, Jessie...you should definitely come. It’d be cool to hang out with you outside of school, know what I mean?”

“For sure,” I smiled. “Just let me know and I’ll try to make it...”

“Don’t try,” she shoved my arm playfully. “Do it...I’ll see you there?”

“Sure,” I said, hoping against hope I’d have time to change and go to this mystery party after Marcus was done with me.

I left the basketball gym at the start of the fourth quarter and traipsed across campus to the drama department. It was here that Monica had left my wardrobe

and makeup, behind the stage in the concert hall. I fumbled around in the dark for the bag once I got there, all alone in the quiet.

I found a duffel bag and opened it; sitting atop of a freshly pressed cheerleading outfit was a note.

Dear Cumquat,

Tonight is special, so we need you to look it! Make sure you put on everything in the bag, and then make your way out to the stage. There’s a bed there...you just have a seat and wait for your knight in shining armor to arrive.

And don’t forget - moan like the little bitch that you are!

Kisses, Monica

I set aside the note and got dressed. Everything was the same as usual except for one item in particular. A leather collar with a loop on it, a leash to match. Suddenly, standing there in my wig and cheerleaders’ outfit, face covered in thick makeup, I felt extremely uncomfortable. I didn’t want to wear the leash...didn’t want to sit out on the

stage and wait for Marcus to come and use me, hoping against hope that he wouldn’t recognize me.

I attached the leather leash and walked myself out onto the stage.

It was pitch black, the rows of empty seats an inky black and impossible to discern. I walked across the stage and found the set Monica had mentioned in her note; a teenage girls’ room, complete with a bed and bookshelf. Some sort of tender scene in a play, the very opposite of what would be happening that night.

I sat down on the edge of the bed, twirling the leash in my hands, and waited.

CLUNK!

Suddenly, I was blinded. The spotlight, high above the performance hall beaming down on me. I put my hand over my eyes and looked out. I could see nothing. I just knew that I was centered in that spotlight...me on the bed...

“Hello?” I called out in my best girls’ voice. “Who’s there?” I was ready to bolt at a moment’s notice, terrified to be found out by anyone. “Violet?”

“Just me, baby girl,” Marcus’s deep voice from the dark. “Me and my boy Julius...”

Two pairs of thundering footsteps came from the aisle in front of the stage, and it wasn’t until both lanky basketball players climbed up that I could see them at all. The light shining in my eyes had limited my vision severely.

I could smell them as they surrounded me, dank sweat from a long night of hard work.

They know...they have to know I’m not Monica...my mind raced, stranded there in the spotlight, nowhere to hide. I kept my face down...

“Hope you don’t mind I brought a friend,” he said gruffly, “we lost the championship game on a last second shot...so we both need to take out some frustration...”

I kept my mouth shut, shaking in their presence.

“Come on then, white girl,” his friend, Julius, “let’s see what that mouth do...”

Sweaty black clubs, salty to the taste, in my face, berating me.

“Mmmm, that’s it Monica...be a good little slut and let me fuck your face...”

“GUK! GUK! GUK!” Salt in the back my throat, Marcus’s cruel, relentless thrusting.

“Good white bitch but you can do better. Take it deeper!

“GUK! GUK! WHECKA! WHECKA! WHECK!” He held onto the leash, keeping me in place like an animal.

“Don’t hog that bitch, dog,” Julius said, replacing the giant cock in my throat with his own. “Let yah boy dig her throat out some...mmmm, fuck yeah...”

“GUK! GUK! GUK!”

“Damn girl,” Julius moaned, “I heard you give good head...didn’t know it was this fucking good...”

“Keep on that bitch’s throat, I’m finna’ dig that ass out,” Marcus grunted, moving behind me.

I kept my face down the best I could, getting onto my hands and knees across the bed, feeling Marcus’s sweaty body mounting up behind me.

“Been a long season,” he grunted, swabbing my backdoor with the tip of his leaking cock. “Disappointing

finish...hope you don’t mind, baby girl...I gotta vent some of that frustration right now...”

Julius pumped into my throat with reckless abandon, his aggression mounting.

“GUK! GUK! GUK! GUK!”

“Suck it all down, white bitch...show me how much you love that nigga’ dick in your fucking throat!”

I felt Marcus behind me, his impossible size, pushing...demanding I open.

“Ohhh noooo,” I whimpered, knowing what was coming.

“Ohhhh yesss, white bitch...” Marcus clutched my hips in strong hands, immobilizing me, shoving inside.

“OOOOOH FUG!” I screeched through a mouthful of cock.

“Fucking tight,” he grunted, working it in further. “SO fucking tight...”

“GRRRRRGLUG!” I gagged and screamed at the same time.

And then it was happening, two men at once, two black studs sweaty and stinking and having their way with

me. I struggled to keep it together, both holes pounded at the same time.

“Talented white girl,” Julius chuckled, “you can almost swallow the whole thing...”

“Fuck this asshole tight,” Marcus panted, “Imma’ ride this bitch all fucking night long...”

Over the sound of them in my throat and asshole, under the sound of their mocking, cruel voices...there was something else. Something out past the stage in that inky darkness. It was impossible to see under the spotlight, only black skin, cock and balls in my immediate view.

They spun me around, replacing my holes with different dicks but using them just the same. Julius’ wild ballsack seemed to undulate side to side as he took my ass, often slapping against my thin, white thighs. Marcus liked to bury himself in my gullet and clamp my nose shut, closing off my airways entirely.

“Some real school spirit you got here, baby,” Marcus laughed, palming the back of my head and forcing me to deepthroat him. “Taking one for the motherfuckin’ team!”

“And we do mean team, bitch,” Julius informed me, digging me out. “When we done with this the bench is gonna get them sloppy seconds...”

“Really fuckin’ sloppy,” Marcus added.

I’m not sure when I noticed it, but when I did the first thing that flashed in my mind was Monica. That evil grin of hers.

Somewhere out in the empty audience, I heard giggling.

“Mmmm, this ass so fuckin’ tight Imma’ cum soon,” Julius said, pushing so deep I thought he might touch my tonsils.

“Me too,” Marcus said, feeding me his sweaty fat ballsack.

“UUGGHHH FUCK,” I cried, as feminine as I could, still hoping they had no idea. “FUUUUCK TOO DEEP!”

“Eat this fuckin’ dick and shut up!” Marcus rammed it back down my throat.

More stirring from the empty seats...I tried to strain my eyes, to look past the spotlight, but it was no use...and the boys just kept on, and on, and on....

“I’m ready to cover this little bitch,” Julius grunted. “Get her on her knees...”
They drug me off the set bed and brought me to center

stage. The spotlight followed us, and it was then that I realized we weren’t alone. Monica, I thought. Or Violet. They’d never miss a chance to see me humiliated, to see me used. One of them was in the back right now operating that light, catching every moment of it.

“Hold yah face up, girl,” Marcus said, grabbing my chin and forcing me to look at them.

I stared up, two throbbing black clubs along my cheeks, Marcus and Julius grinning down from above. This was it. They could see my face clear in the spotlight, they had to know I wasn’t Monica...surely this was the end of the girls’ sick game.

“Little Cumquat,” Marcus laughed, jerking his bulbous black head off in my face, “they told me you was a good little piece of pussy...but you goin’ above and beyond with this one...”

“Look just like a bitch, sissy...you right where you belong - on yah fuckin’ knees...”

They knew. They’d known the whole time. Panic bubbled up in my stomach, the stifled sounds from the blank audience stirring.

“UUUUGGGHHH!” Julius’ unloaded on me, thick, goopy pools of it erupting across my caked face. It was warm and a little ticklish, running off my nose.

“UUUGGHGHHH FUCK!” Marcus joined him, shooting long white ropes, covering me chin to eyebrow. They ejaculated in tandem, glazing me, spraying me with their steaming man juice. Covering every inch of my face, all of it...except my eyes.

CLUNK! The spotlight went out, and for a moment, there was darkness.

And then light flood the concert hall.

Every seat, every inky-shadowed, empty seat...was full. A person in every single one. And as fresh cum dripped of my cheeks in droves, I looked out across every student of the senior class of Mt. Wilmington High School.

And they could stifle themselves no more.

HAHAHAHAH! HAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHA!

HAHAHAAAAA! HAHAHAHAAAA! HAHAHAHAAAA!

A chorus one hundred plus people strong, their laughter echoing off the acoustics, filling the void.

HAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHA!

Faces everywhere. Most I recognized. From the hallways, from class, from the basketball team. Everyone. They were all there...staring...cameras out, snapping pictures...

“Good little sissy bitch,” Marcus declared, smacking my sticky face with his glistening black meat. I tried to stand, to run, but it was no use. Julius had me by the shoulder, keeping me right there on the stage, the leather leash clutched in his fat fist.

HAHAHAHAAA! HAHAHAHAAA! HAHAHAHAAA!

“Look at Jessie the sissy!”
“It’s the new kid! What a little fagget!”
“Oh my God look at his cheerleading uniform!”
“Did you see the way he sucked the black cock? A

pro!”

“The little sissy bitch loved getting it in the ass!”

HAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHA!

Marcus shoved his bloated black snake back inside his pants and jumped down off the stage to massive applause. I watched him walk to a girl standing in the front row, just a few feet from where I sat pooled in my own humiliation. I’d missed her at first, what with so many people laughing at me...I didn’t even notice she was there until Marcus has his arm around her, pulling her close to his chiseled physique.

“Oh no...” I choked out, horror on my face.

“You make a pretty little cum rag, Cumquat!” Simone yelled, sliding her arms around Marcus. “But I think Marcus might have ruined your makeup...you might want to go touch that up, sissy boy!”

HAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHA!

“Simone...no...” I cried, but no one could hear me.

“And to think you actually thought you had a chance with me!” Simone giggled, sliding her hand down to the bulge in Marcus’ pants. “I guess I should thank you for warming Marcus up for me...”

They kissed, their wet red tongues colliding. I looked away, unable to bear the sight of it. And everywhere I turned were mocking faces, uncontrollable laughing...recording my penultimate humiliation...

And there. In the back, above the crowd, with the house spotlight between them....Monica and Violet. Devious grins and prying eyes soaking it all in, feasting on my degradation like blood to a vampire.

Monica clutched the key to my cock cage, pulled her arm back, and tossed it out into the cackling crowd.

7.

I was to meet Monica and Violet that day in the courtyard, the last day of school, ten minutes before the last bell sounded.

Monica: I don’t care how you get out of class. Just DO IT!

Violet: Don’t make me “accidentally” share your little stage production with your college recruiters!

When I got there the girls were waiting atop a picnic table, looking as villainous ever. The courtyard was empty because everyone else was in class waiting, counting down the seconds to summer vacation.

It was eerily quiet. The two of them staring at me as I approached.

“Why the long face, Cumquat?” Violet asked. “School’s almost out.”

“And you know what that means,” Monica undulated her breasts at me, “more time to serve your Queens.”

“I’m leaving for college early,” I said, “I had the option to start in the summer so...that’s what I’m doing...”

“Did you hear that, Monica?” Violet suppressed a giggle. “Our little Cumquat is moving on in the world...earlier than planned...”

“Gee, I don’t know, Violet. Did she run this by you first? I don’t remember giving the sissy bitch permission to go to college, do you?”

“He definitely did not run it by me, which seems sort of...”

“Disrespectful?”
“Exactly.”
I trembled under their gaze.
“You heard her, Cumquat. You’ve been disrespectful.

Now get on your knees and approach your Queens for punishment.”

Out of instinct, out of habit, out of...training? I fell to my knees and shuffled to them across the hot asphalt. I rose up on my knees before them.

Monica leaned forward from the tabletop, arched her chin, and spit in my face.

Violet did the same, only she followed hers up with a slap across my face.

“Bad sissy bitch!” Violet yelled. “Respect your Queens!”

“Yes, Queen,” I said, humbled. “I’m sorry, Queen...” “Now...where were we?” Monica smiled.
“The sissy is going to college early. She’s leaving us!” “Whatever will we do?” Monica never took her eyes off

me, never wanting to miss a second of my torture. “We’ll just have to find a way I guess...”

“Thank you...” I whispered. “Thank you for letting me go...”

“Don’t be so sure of yourself, sissy,” Violet hopped down off the picnic table and bumped my chest, “just because we’re letting you go off to college early, doesn’t mean you’ve seen the last of us. Not by a long shot...”

“Come now, Violet...let’s cut the sissy some slack. Why don’t you give him his present?”

“Present?” I asked confused, standing up and brushing the dirt from my knees.

Monica pulled something from her bag and handed it to Violet.

A yearbook.

“Here you go, Cumquat...The Mt. Wilmington High School Yearbook...we made sure to get everyone to sign it for you...”

With shaking hands, I opened the large tome, swathed in the school colors. The first page read:

Mt. Wilmington High School Yearbook 2011
-Edited by Simone Byers-
All along the inside cover and title page were

signatures, insults, and graffiti from my fellow classmates - scribbled in blue and black and purple, jagged handwriting and flowing cursive. Everywhere...

Hey pussy! Thanks for the head! - Julius SISSY BITCH
COCKSUCKER
Try not to jack off on this loser! - Marcus TINY DICK LOSER

VIRGIN
Thanks for all the memories - Monica and Violet SLUT!
Too many to read. Flipping to the back cover revealed

more of the same - taunting messages and dirty insults.

One amongst the ocean of bullying stung a little worse than all the others:

Cumquat, I’ve met some losers in my 4 years at Mt. W. But you absolutely take the cake. Enjoy jerking your tiny dick off for the rest of your life, loser! - Simone Byers

“Ouch, Cumquat,” Violet’s purple painted fingernail came to Simone’s less than lovely message. “That one’s gotta hurt.”

“Gee, thanks for the yearbook, Queens,” I managed. “Are you taking a tone, Cumquat?”
“No ma’am...”
“I didn’t think so.”

Monica took the book from me, holding its cover against her bursting tits, pushing the flesh of her cleavage out and over the halter top she wore. She took hold of my attention with her wild blue eyes and held my gaze.

“There’s one last thing you should see, Cumquat...it’s the Class Awards...”

“You’ve won,” Violet giggled. “They voted for you, Cumquat!”

“For me?” I was confused. I watched as Monica flipped the yearbook open to the middle, spread the tome wide and presented it to me.

“Class Awards for the class of 2011,” I read. “Cutest Couple - Simone Byers and Marcus Brown.” A picture of the two of them engaged in a kiss - my stomach turned. “Most likely to succeed - Violet Bridgers.” There was our Violet, purple and pretty and scheming.

“Class Flirt - Monica Montague.” A photo of Monica in her usual; a cheerleading outfit two sizes too small, her tits the talk of the page.

My eyes drifted down the page, more awards and more photos. As voted by the students.

But all words and pictures evaporated before my eyes as I saw my own photo there at the top of the next page. The biggest photo in maybe the entire yearbook, it took up nearly the whole page. Above the picture it read my award.

Biggest and Best Sissy Award - Jessie “Cumquat” Kumsot

My vision blurred in the periphery, the way it can do when you’re having a panic attack. The photo was from the

night of the championship game, it was me, up on the stage...on my knees...

“You should be proud, Cumquat,” Monica giggled. “Not all of our sissys win the honor...but I have to say that this year, it was you by a mile...”

“Not only do you have the smallest dick we’ve ever seen,” Violet added, “but you’re the most obedient little fagget we’ve ever trained. So we wanted to say thank you.”

The photo was full color, and the strands of semen along my face and wig were easy to see. My makeup was a mess, but the lipstick was still there, the eyeliner too. My breasts were comically large, the water-balloons nearly bursting.

I tried to speak, but the words wouldn’t come.

RIIIIIIING! RIIIIIIIIING! RIIIIIIING! The last bell of the school year blared into the afternoon air.

“We’ll see you around, Cumquat,” Monica said, pinching my cheek before walking off.

“Remember, sissy,” Violet called back over her shoulder, “if we call...you better answer...”

Doors flung open on all sides of the courtyard as the entire school poured out into the afternoon. Clutched in the hands of each and every one of Mt. Wilmington’s senior students was the brand-new yearbook. As they walked in droves they flipped through the book, pointing, laughing...

My knees began to tremble. Suddenly my cock cage felt cold against my flaccid skin.

“No way! Look at the Class Awards!” I heard a random student yell.

“Oh my God. No! Hahaha!” “Wait a minute!”
“Turn to page 69!”
“Page 69!”

“Everyone! Turn to page 69 in your yearbook!” Hahahaha....Hahahaha....hahahahah.
I was surrounded by the sea of students, unable to

make a run for it. I tried to push through them, to force my way past the throng of seniors.

“Biggest and Best Sissy! Hahahaha!”

HAHAHHAHA...HAHAHAHA...

“Excuse me, Excuse me!” I tried to get through. “Move! Out of the way! Excuse me! OH!”

Suddenly I was falling, slamming into the dirt.

“Watch where you’re going, sissy!” Marcus yelled from above. He had his arm around Simone, and they were looking down on me like I was a clown in the circus.

“Awww, did the little bitch hurt herself?” Simone feigned concern. “How’d you like the yearbook, sissy boy? I made sure everyone got to see your major award. You certainly earned it!”

HAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHA!

The entire school was laughing at me, looking back and forth from the photo on the page to the sissy in real life.

HAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHA!

I broke free of the heckling crowd and brutal bullies, shoving past and escaping even as their cackling rang in my ears. I ran from them with the wind at my back, with the knowledge that I would never have to see any of them again. Not Marcus. Not Julius...Not Simone.

And as badly as I wanted to add Monica and Violet to that list, I knew I’d be kidding myself if I thought they were done with me.

They weren’t letting me go forever. Just for now...and God help me when the day came that they called on me again.

That day was two weeks into my first semester of college. But that is a humiliation for another time.

THE END.