Put an end to it.

This has gone too far. If you don't stop it now, you'll end up Dirk's stoner sissy ****...or worse. The best choice, really the only choice you have left is to cut Dirk off completely. Don't answer the door, ignore his texts, block him on social media, and hope he doesn't want anyone to know he let a loser like you suck his cock so he won't expose your secret.

Of course none of that prevents you from spending all day thinking about sucking his cock, or reminding yourself over and over what he would probably do to you if you kept inviting him over. In fact, you spend an inordinate amount of time imagining exactly what he would do...in explicit, exquisite detail. You try to turn in early but spend most of the night tossing and turning. When you finally do fall asleep, you are plagued with dreams of Dirk continuing to get you high and turn you out...you wish you could say they were nightmares.

....

The next morning you dread getting out of bed, but you know the sooner you face Dirk, by which you mean begin hiding from him, the better. You put on a grey polo, tighty whities, and blue jeans, wanting to look as nondescript and normal as possible and put your wild weekend behind you. Your new naughty desires still nag at you. After all, it's not like you can just change out of your "cocksucker" outfit and put on your "straight boy" uniform...but you can try. You head downstairs to make breakfast, hoping if you keep busy today, you can put your regrets and fears on the back burner.

"Daaaaamn, dude. Are you off to the boring convention today? You definitely need to get high if you are dressing like that!" You stare...shocked...stupefied. Dirk is standing in your kitchen, shirtless. You can't help but notice how cut he is...lean, but wiry, real muscle. You shake your head and try to remember what you told yourself. You need to know how he got in here, because you locked the doors for sure last night, and you need him to leave.

"Dirk, what the fuck are you doing in my house?! How the fuck did you get in?! And after you answer that, get the fuck out or I'll call the cops." You are practically screaming at him by the end of your tirade...well, more screeching, but it is still super intimidating...you hope.

Dirk's dead eyes shine like the edge of a knife and you realize you made one threat too many. You wait for his expression to go back to his friendly mask like usual, but he holds his serial killer stare. "Sure thing, buddy. I got in because your dad told me where he hid the key after I called him and told him you had become my personal cocksucker for a nickelbag's worth of pot. Maybe you shouldn't leave your daddy's emergency number on the fridge like some twerp baby."

Your dad knows! This is a nightmare! No, it's worse than a nightmare because Dirk and your dad are teaming up to **** you...but to what end?!

Dirk continues, staring daggers into you the whole time. "As for what I'm going to do? I'm going to help you pay me back for wasting my product and time on a cocksucking sissy that decides to spit after she's already swallowed. See, I can read people, you have to be in my line of work. And when I told your dad how you were clearly wavering, trying to go back to being a straight loser after becoming a sissy, he lost it. He clearly prefers people that know their role, whatever that is."

Your role? So because you sucked a cock a couple of times you have to be a sissy for life? Not for the first time, you are confounded by your dad's black and white thinking. He'd rather you be a full blown sissy slut than a straight boy with some sissy leanings. Dirk clearly prefers you that way, but what about what YOU want, that is, if you even know what you want anymore.

If looks could kill, Dirk would have murdered you multiple times, and he yet may still. "But hey, I've got good news. Your dad was really impressed with my insight and he seems to appreciate my complete lack of empathy or morals. So he's taking me on as an apprentice at one of his exclusive boutique shops. It's called The Candy Haus, and believe me, you are going to love being my assistant."

Your nightmare just keeps getting worse...or is it getting better? You can't help but be a little curious about what kind of store your dad would own. If he hired Dirk to run it, you know the "candy" will likely give you more than cavities. You tremble and throb in your pants.

Dirk closes the gap between you, slipping behind you and wrapping his arm around you, clasping your throat tightly. You can feel his breath on your burning ears. "And if you ever threaten to Narc on me again...well, just remember...the worst thing you can imagine I will do to you is nothing compared to the worst thing I actually will do to you." Your body instinctively submits to this predator...you ass grinds against his crotch even as you start seeing spots from a lack of oxygen. You feel a sick sense of relief when you feel his erection through his jeans...maybe if you submit completely, he won't hurt you too bad...

"Please ACK...I'm URK...sorry...I'll GASP... be...good..." Dirk lessons his grip slightly so you still struggle to breathe, but no longer feel consciousness slipping away. With his free hand he violently rips your jeans and underwear down and bends you bare ass over the counter.

"I suppose I can forgive you just this once, since we are such 'good friends', but I think it's time to break you once and for all, don't you? The only question is, do you get a pretty pill to help you float through your first time, or do I fuck you raw like the meat you are?"