Relapse

Three days later, Dr. Voss invited him to one last “exit session.” Kylie, no, Kyle he told himself he was only going to say goodbye.Instead he found himself on his knees again in the therapy room.Vanessa and Dominique were waiting.“Last chance to be a man?” Vanessa mocked, pulling out her massive cock. “Then prove it. Ignore this and walk away.”

Kyle stared at the thick, veiny girl-cock. His mouth watered. His hole clenched.

He lasted less than five minutes before he broke.

He crawled forward and started sucking desperately, tears running down his face even as he moaned like a whore. Dominique took his ass from behind while he worshipped Vanessa. They fucked him mercilessly on the floor, calling him every degrading name possible.

“Look at you,” Dr. Voss said softly from the side, filming. “You tried so hard to be Kyle again… but your body only wants to be our gay little cumdump.”

Kyle came hands-free twice broken, sobbing, spurting weakly onto the floor while two superior cocks destroyed him. When they finally painted his face and filled his guts, he lay there shaking.

Back at home that night, Kyle sat on the edge of his bed, freshly showered but still tasting cum. The pink floral sundress lay folded on the chair beside him.He picked it up. Held it. Stared at it for a long time.

Part of him the old Kyle screamed to burn it. To delete the videos. To run.But another part, the deeper, hungrier part, gently stroked the soft fabric and whispered:“…just one more time.”