A quick win for white, which leads to some interesting conclusions

“And with that move, black king is in checkmate”

“So now what?”

“We give the people the show they’ve been wanting all afternoon. Guys, get the white king down and bring them over to the black king.”

The stage hands helped the white king down off thier throne, while the black king walked over to his counterpart.

“You might have lost the war, but you’re going to win this battle” April told him.

“Hello handsome.” The white King said.

“Yellow to you…” he said back “do you have a name?”

“Tanya” they answered.

“Well, Tanya, are you ready for my black cock to make you never walk straight again?”

“Definitely…” they said.

Rob placed his hands on the Sissy’s hips and leaned him in for a kiss.

The two moaned as their lips met, Rob’s hands squeezing the small of their back as the show began.

Mr. Grant walked over to the crying young man in the Tiana gown.

“You alright?”

“No… no I’m not. My reputation is ruined. I… I can never show my face around my friends and family ever again…

“And the worst thing.. I’m hard as a damn rock about it…”

“Come here and let me help you with that…” Mr Grant said… he lifted up the green ball gown and saw the stiff black cock.

“My my…” he said, before gently caressing it.

“Oh… that feels good.”

“I would hope so. You know, in this outfit, you are very pretty.”

“You think I’m pretty?”

“Does that bother you?”

“Yes and… no… it bothers me that… I like hearing that…”

“Maybe you like hearing it because it makes you feel free.”

“Am I… a sissy myself?”