Club Fuck

Well...the name could be more subtle, but you aren't really looking for subtle tonight anyway. Mommy explains that Club Fuck is an underground, member's only club for studs and sissies. Everyone that came agreed to the hierarchy rules and as long as the play stayed inside the walls of the club, you were not allowed to say "no" to anyone with a higher rank than you. Rank was determined by acts of submission performed inside the club, and tabulated on bracelets you wear at all times.

Technically, you could try for a higher rank, but since you listened to Mommy explain this to you on the cab ride over with her cock down your throat feeling like it was cumming around her sissy shaft, you resign yourself to a submissive role more befitting your current state.

You arrive at the club with two helpings of Mommy's milk and working on your third when she pulls your head off her sissy clit leaving you licking your pouty lips. The driver looks like he's about to burst a vein, so you blow him a kiss and toss him a wink just to see him squirm. Mommy leads you down an alley you are pretty sure Batman's parents got murdered in and knocks on what appears to be solid brick wall. It slides open, revealing a plush red carpeted interior and opulently decorated gas lamps lighting the way towards a sinister steel door.

As you approach a slat opens and you see a set of intimidating, piercing blue eyes stare out at you. You feel a tingle of fear creep up under the warm full body buzz, but your Mommy squeezes your hand reassuringly and says, "The Candyman sent me." The door opens and giant of man wearing leather overalls, muscly and glistening with sweat steps out. Wordlessly he places a bracelet on your Mommy's arm. You see a digital read out counting down from 10 until it reaches level 3. The man smiles lecherously and puts a bracelet on you. It stays at 10 and he frowns.

"A virgin, eh? Well, no matter. I'm a 7, and I bet I have you sucking my balls by the time the night is over." A part of you wants to tell him he doesn't have to wait nearly that long, but you decide you might want to pace yourself. Besides, you get a charge knowing you could make both of them suck your clit right now. Though since you took your pill, your clit has remained soft and useless...or at least more useless than usual.

You follow Mommy and the man inside down a dark staircase into a seemingly endless room teeming with hard, sweaty men, and soft yielding bodies. You can't tell at first glance how many are sissies and how many women, but it doesn't seem to matter. You look towards your Mommy's direction for reassurance, but she has already been swallowed by the hungry swarm. You feel the fear crawl up your spine, a little stronger this time, threatening to chill the buzz warming you.

"Hey, cutie, don't look so scared. We're all real friendly here. You look like you could use a drink." An apex predator steps out of the mass of muscle and supple, surrendering flesh holding out a glass of some pink concoction that looks especially inviting...as does he. He's standing proudly, completely naked, old enough to be your father but way to huge and fit to have passed down any genes to you. You take the proffered cup and down it in one long drink. The liquid kisses your throat with the passion of a long lost lover and your fears melt away.

"Hmm...looks like you are a 9 now, and since I'm a 10, you have to do what ever I say." You look down at your bracelet and, sure enough it displays a 9 for all the world to see. You also see his cock...at least a 10, if not a 12, and you see your hand reaching for it to stroke it. It seems to grow impossibly large...then you realize with a blistering blush it's because you are getting closer to it. By the time your lips are dragging desperately across it, you understand how the "currency" of this club works. And as far as you are concerned, it's a buyer's market.

"That's a good gurl. I tell you what, I bet you a drink that you end up a 1 before the night is out." You suck, starvingly down his shaft, working your head in corkscrew motions like the practiced pornstars you used to frantically jerk off to. You feel hungry hands squeeze and **** your even hungrier flesh, and you bob even more desperately on the stranger's shaft.

"Here's the chaser, slut. Find me later when you're a 1, and then you can give me another turn for being right. If not, I owe you a drink." His calm, cruel tone doesn't change a bit as he fills your mouth overflowing with cum. Your soft clitty spasms and shoots in your dress, and you could swear your throat has a brutal climax all its own. You fall to your knees, and the stranger is lost in the crowd. You look up and see more strangers have gathered. All offering a drink...

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You quickly lose count of how many thirst quenching concoctions you chug down. Each one adds fuel to the fire burning you up from the inside out. Unlike before, you don't lose conciousness, no matter how you drink. You still remain cruelly conscious for all of it. Only now, with every drink, your counter drops lower and you become increasingly...pliable.

You have two cocks stretching your ass seemingly impossibly wide, but your hungry cunt is eager to accept all comers. There is a circle of cocks around you for you to suckle. Some studs', some sissies', other rubber replicas. You cum and climax again and again and again. Every time your counter goes lower, every time you lose a little, last lingering piece of yourself. The pills make you feel every sweet surrender with such a hateful, humiliating, heated awareness...and the drinks make you not care.

By the time you reach 1 you realize that you relish the downward spiral. You want to give in gleefully to the sissy spiral and let it suck you into its torrid, torrential tide. You will remember every cock filling your achingly empty holes, every cunt gushing across your greedy gullet, every grope, thrust, and beautiful brutality visited on your frail, grateful flesh.

You don't know how much time has passed before Mommy finds you. Her bracelet showing a neon 5 and you realise she was in quite a different mood than you tonite. She leads you proudly to your first 10, and you both spend hours thanking him for his generosity.

By the time you leave the club for the night, you've had every last ounce of manhood, doubt, and dignity fucked out of you. You cling tightly to your Mommy, covered in cum, hoping she'll give you a tongue bath when she gets home, and hoping she'll share...