The local toughs

"What the fuck is this?! This is a respectable fookin' neighborhood we got over here." You recognize "Vinnie's" voice immediately to your horror. Real name Vincent, and a senior high school suburban brat like you, but ever since he spent a month in New York, he held onto the accent to sound tough. Fake accent or no, he had handed you more than one 100% authentic beatdown before.

"Man shut the fuck up, Vinnie! Can't you see we got ourselves to super foxes over here? Dynomite!" Oh no...not Marq'wess...real name Mark, but since he "discovered" he was 1/68 African American through some dna test, he's tried to copy the vernacular. Since his exposure is limited at best, he doesn't exactly sell it. He is much more convincing in his role as bully who makes your life a living Hell.

"Both of you...quiet." That's it...your dead. Dwayne is here. He is the scariest of the gang. Unquestioned leader of the pack even though his name is "Dwayne". He doesn't have an accent, he dresses like a prep. The guy wears glasses for Christ's sake. He's a little shorter than his bully brethren, but he has a calm, cold energy that scares the fuck out of everyone. Except apparently the chicks.

"Oh hey, Dwayne. You're lookin' good. Like don't tell Slade I said so giggle. So like we're goin' to the big costume party later. Do you, like think you might maybe wanna come?" You can't believe your eyes...and you're kneeling naked except for puppy bondage gear. Becca is flirting with Dwayne, the asshole that lives three doors down, and he's just playing it cool.

"Maybe...but I hope you wear something more original than a cheerleader's outfit. Anyway, quit burying the lede. Why's the nerd three doors down dressed like a pound-me-puppy?" You bury your head in shame as you hear Vinnie and Marq'wess' howls of laughter as they finally recognize you.

"Oh this, it's nothing...you know how lately I've been turnin' out virgin bois into sissy sluts. Well this little bitch decided she wanted to be a boi even after I found her pantied and panting with another sissy's cum still leaking from her cunt. And uhm like I have a totes original costume planned that for really real isn't just a shorter version of this." Dwayne seems to half listen as Becca prattles. For all her dommy talk, she sure seems to fold at the first sign of true strength. She doesn't even protest as Dwayne takes your leash from her hands.

"Fascinating...anyway. I am going to take this puppy off your hands and find out of it's a bad boi or sissy slut. Maybe I'll bring her as a party favor. I'll see you there...if I even go. Oh, and Sam, you make a striking sissy. It's a great look for you and I hope it makes you happy." Everyone is a little slack jawed as they part ways. Becca and Samantha blushing as they whisper to each other trying to plan a new costume. Vinnie and Marq'wess follow Dwayne's lead as usual, quietly following as he wordlessly leads you inside his house.

Once inside he pulls you inside a spacious tiled living room with a wrap around leather couch you imagine is more than big enough for four. Every one takes a seat, obviously nervous and excited. Except Dwayne of course.

"So here is how it's going to go. I'm not going to force you, or blackmail you, or anything easy like that. I can keep Becca, Sam, and my friends quiet. I can even get your little cage off." You can't believe it. The biggest bastard you know is offering you a way out.

"Of course we both know that's not what you really want, or your little cage wouldn't be drooling onto my floor right now. So I am going to let you choose. Stay or go?" What?! You can't believe he would think you would stay and get fucked by their big, juicy bully cocks.