Tied up and in a lot of trouble.

"Wake up, slut!" SMACK

You open your eyes, your cheek stinging from your rude wake up, and see Brian standing above you. Your mind races with pressing questions? Why is he back to wearing boring boy clothes like a white tee and blue jeans? Why is he holding your phone?! And why can't you you move?!!

"So you were gonna share photos of me, huh?" Brian looms over you, face twisted by fury. He shows you your phone, smashed to pieces, and then holds his up so you can see a picture of yourself tarted up in your bra and panties and hogtied with your hose. You squirm and struggle, but all you get for your efforts is sore wrists and ankles. "I can't believe you're stupid enough to tell me you ripped off the neighborhood **** dealer, **** me into panties and **** me, and then fucking pass out on the couch! Oh wait...of course I can, because you've always been a stupid little weasel!"

You try to talk your way out of this, blurting out half formed excuses and poorly thought out pleas. "Wait! I can explain! I was high! And traumatized! And horny! Okay maybe the last one isn't the best excuse...or IS it? And you loved it! You came twice harder than you've probably ever cum before. Sooooo...you're welcome? In fact, shouldn't you be thanking me for help you explore your sexuality? Also isn't this a hate crime? Seriously, do you want to be the kind of ungrateful person that commits a hate crime, Barb-err Brian?"

You look up trying to convey apologetic but ultimately innocent and amazingly, Brian actually seems to be considering it. "Huh. I guess I never thought of it that way. Maybe because it's the dumbest fucking thing I have ever heard! I should thank you?! Okay! I know the best way to do that! Apparently it's really nice to **** your 'friend' to suck your cock and then fuck them in the ass." You want to argue that in some circumstances, specifically the one you are in right now, it might be considered rude, but before you can, he has pulled his petite prick out and kneels down so she can shove it in your mouth!

You feel doubly humiliated to be topped by this twink. It was one thing to get deep dicked by Dale. He had a real man's cock, so it only made sense that you would worship it instead of servicing a baby boner like...well like yours. Besides, you were more or less on top the entire time, so it felt like less of a surrender. Now, stone cold sober, with a tiny, throbbing twig not exactly stretching your throat as it saws in and out and his balls smacking your chin, you feel lower than low. Worse, either due to the way your groin is helplessly grinding against the hard tile, or the sheer sweltering shame of being face fucked by a femboi, you feel like you might cum before he does!

"Was that a little NNH whimper? Are you NNG getting off OOH on this? Maybe that's why AH you 'passed out'! You wanted to NNGH get '****' by a AAH beta OOH boi UNH bitch!" Brian hammer his tiny tool down your throat as you stretch your tongue out to lather his small sack and wrap your lips around it in a tight seal, hoping against hope to make him shoot off before you flood your panties. If only he would stop taunting you. It's a cruel irony that the tactic you used on him is working so well on you, but he seems to have discovered some blushing bitch switch in your head. With his words ringing in your ears and his compact cock ramming down your throat, you can't stop thinking about how humiliating it would be if you came from getting bullied by this little loser.

"What the fuck?! I at least had the decency to wait until you came down my throat to cream my pants! No wonder you came on so strong, you knew you'd fold the first time I fought back!" Brian smacks your face with his hard cock and circles behind you as you wriggle pointlessly in your soiled panties. The worst part is you didn't even get to enjoy your embarrassing ejaculation because you were too focused on holding it in. Your only hope now is that you can somehow resist cumming again when he pays you back for fucking his ass.

You feel him rubbing his spit slicked shorty between your cheeks and you feel your bile rising. He can't do this to you! You broke him and he loved it! You turn your head to see him wearing a shit eating grin and aiming his piddly pud at your pucker. Trying a last ditch, **** move, you yell, "Go ahead and try it, fag! We both know you'll wilt alway like the wimp you are! You loved getting fucked! And when you fail to push that mini marshmallow inside me, you'll be untying me and begging me to fuck you agaaaAAAAAAH!"

Brian interrupts you by using your own trick against you...again! He pounds down into you and punches your prostate with the full **** of his body weight and then adds a few well aimed SMACKS on your ample ass. "I'm sorry, did you lose your train of thought? Well allow me to retort..." he pulls out leaving your asshole achingly empty and your body betrays you with a weak whimper. He SLAMS back down and begins jack hammering his junk down into you even harder and faster than you did to him. You try to squiggle away, but it only makes your hot hole wriggle around his rigid rod. Brian mercilessly beats up your bliss button and rains down lightning fast slaps on your raw, reddened cheeks.

"No fair! No NNGH fair! No OOH fucking AH Oh yes right YIP there! Fuck me UNH UH SNNRT daddeeeEEEEEEE!" You cry out shamefully, spurting in your silk panties a second time as Brian shows no signs of slowing down. Your tongue lolls, and you drool dumbly moaning incoherently as your punk ass friend fucks spurt after spurt of surrender out of your ass and your mind melts from the sordid shame and sublime splendor of begging a closet case shut in shy simpering pimple dick to be your daddy. Your only hope is that he is too ashamed about his deflowering that no one ever finds out about this.

"Holy shit! This is NNGH great footage! Ha Ha Haaaa!" Brian cackles confidently and you foolishly turn your head giving him an even better shot of your flushed face to share with the whole school. "Now no NNNH one will believe you if you OOH try to call MOAN me a sissy! Now here cums the money shot!" He pulls out his prick and sprays your rosy cheeks, back, and blushing face with jet after jet of jism. You feel so utterly used and degradingly defiled as your body shakes and spasms involuntarily and you feel the most soul shattering sissygasm of your life rip through you, leaving you a semen soaked hollow shell of a sissy sniffling on the floor. Your only consolation is that things can't get any worse.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

"Oh, that must be the special guest I invited. Don't put yourself out. I'll get the door. Heh heh." Brian is as pleased as punch with himself, leaving you to wonder who he invited and what they will do to you next.