A little too gentle...

You writhe against Brad as his hands slip under your dress. You don't know if it's the pills making every inch of you more ravishingly receptive or if it's just the power in Brad's hands caressing your supple skin. You know he could snap you in two if he wanted to and for some sick reason that only makes you hornier. He squeezes your tender breasts and you feel your clitty throb and leak.

"Brad...please...fuck me!" Brad smiles as he slips out of his clothes and grabs the lube. You see a hungry look in his eyes, he wants this as bad as you do...which only makes you want it more. He takes his time getting his cock nice and slick. It's bigger than yours by a least a few inches, and much thicker. Teasing you in an entirely new way then what you're used to.

"I hear you've had plenty of sissy dick, but I hope you're ready for a real man's cock." Brad has a note of his usual arrogant cockiness in his voice and it excites you. Then he turns you to the side, spooning you, and ever so gently, ever so slowly, pushes his cockhead up against your starving cunt, and feeds it to you inch by inch. You moan desperately. This is what you've been waiting for. He is stretching you further than you've ever been stretched before and sinking in deeper than Mommy can go, but he's going so slooooow. When he finally reaches balls deep and you're really ready for him to start pounding you, he just pauses...waiting for you tp get used to him inside you. And he sure is taking his sweet time...

Sweet...that's the whole problem. You feel the same power in the meaty muscle underneath the smooth skin of his cock that you did in his hard hands and powerful arms. Why won't he use them? Why is he being so soft and gentle and slow? It hurts more being denied the pained pleasure you know is just a hair's breadth away.

Then it hits you, that's exactly the point. He is the same old Brad. He's teasing you, he's torturing you, he's getting off on watching you suffer, and he's going to make you beg him to stop. He told you he wouldn't bully you unless you BEGGED him to...and he's going to make you ask pretty please for your punishment.

"Brad...please...WHIMPER don't be gentle...be rough...be...MOAN mean...AAAH bully my cunt...I beg yoooOoooOOooh!" He doesn't need to be asked twice. Brad digs his huge hands into your skinny waist and you shudder as you feel his fingertips meet, he turns you and lifts you on all fours, his cock still wedged balls deep inside you. Then with movements so quick and powerful they feel like one brutal blur, he pulls his huge prick all the way out and plows back balls deep in a single thrust. A star explodes inside you and you can't distinguish from the searing heat of pain and blissful brilliance of pleasure...and you don't care...

"Fucken knew it! You NNF sissies act all soft and bashful and play your NNGH teasing soft little kissy games with each other, but what you NNPH really need is to get GRRR beast fucked by a real stud!" You can't really argue with him at the moment, and not just because he's got his fingers dug in the sides of your mouth and using them to keep you from flying off the bed from the the **** of his furious fuck. Even if you could form an intelligible sound around his hands, your brutalized, blissed out mind is incapable of more than whimpers and wails.

You don't know how much longer you can take this punishment. It feels like a baseball bat is being shoved violently up your tight cunt and smashing against your guts...and you never want it to end. You can't tell where a sissygasm starts and the suffering begins...but you want to endure all the excruciating euphoria as long as Brad wants to give it to you. He was right, he deserves every soft inch of your weak body, and he has a right to TAKE it anyway he sees fit.

"Damn! NNNH Fuck! You are taking my NNNG dick like a GRRR good NNNF little MOAN Bitch!" He lets loose on your mouth to grab a fistful of hair, leaving his hands free to leave raw, red hand prints all over your body as he viciously caresses you. You feel battered and bullied inside and out, but through some primal instinct, you are bucking back on his cruel cock, writhing and grinding into his viscious gropes, and cumming harder than you ever imagined in your wettest nightmares...

You don't know how long it lasts...an eternity torn between Heaven and Hell, screaming Hallelujah the whole time. You are reborn, baptized in cleansing fire. You see so clearly what you are now...what your purpose is. You can play and tease and make as many sissy girlfriends as you want...and you will, but they and you all exist for the pleasure of REAL men. Finally knowing your place, even if it is at the end of a savage fuck, is so freeing.

"Here it comes...Bitch...here...it...CUMS!" Brad unleashes a torrential tide of thick viscous cum coating your tortured tissue like a balm from Heaven. Your eyes roll back in your head, you fall limp in his arms, and you fall deep down, into the dark center of the sissy spiral...

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"Wake up, Barbie, mom's almost has dinner ready." Brad is surprisingly gentle as he wakes you from your fuck coma. He smiles down almost affectionately, "You did pretty good for your first time. Fuck it, why lie, you did damn good. I'm going to have to visit my favorite little sissy sister more often." He gives you a brotherly kiss on the forehead and you are moved by his tenderness, and despite your soul deep soreness and full body ache, you are already waiting for him to stop being gentle again...