You break the bitch.

You look at Sam's pleading, pathetic eyes and feel a wave of disgust at how willing and wanton he is. You were tricked, tied down, forcibly turned out, and this twink trap just wants to give in without a fight? He symbolizes every shameful surrender, every humiliating horny urge, every regretful wrong choice. He is everything you hate about yourself, and he loves it...

"God, you make it to easy...faggot." You see his pretty face recoil in ugly self revulsion, but it doesn't stop his cock from throbbing against yours. "I put up a Hell of a fight before I ended up like this, but you look like you have just been waiting for an excuse to femme up and go full fag." You keep exploring his body with your hands, groping painfully hard. Surprisingly or fittingly, you can't decide which, it doesn't stop him from leaning into your hands and grinding against you. If anything his cock is harder than it was before...

"Yes, Mistress, I'm such a worthless faggot! Please punish me!" Your lip curls in a captivatingly cruel sneer of disgust. He's getting off on this?! You can't believe it, though a part of you is wondering if you wouldn't be just as eager on the other end of this ****...which only makes you want to **** Sam more thoroughly.

"What makes you think you've earned punishment yet, worm? Punishment is a reward to twisted little gay bois like you. What are you going to do to EARN your punishment?" You see him squirm and struggle, torn between a lifetime of pretending to be a straight boy and the sissy siren song of horny humiliation. He barely lasts a moment before dropping to his knees, begging you to make him a bitch between planting slobbery, sucking kisses on your tiny toes.

"Please SUCK please SHLLP please SLURP make me your bitch!" God...it's too easy. Are all sissies this eager to throw their lives away for the temporary thrill of decadent domination? You relish in his struggle to subjugate himself totally. Self-abnegation, almost Christlike in his self destructive devotion to you. You would almost pity him, if he weren't so pathetic.

"Hmmph. Hardly original. All the loser virgin fags want me to make them be my bitch. What makes you special?" You no longer know if you're taunting him, or yourself, and you no longer care. All that matters is silencing the buzzing gadfly screaming inside you. What better way to drown the bastard boi inside you out than to bully an even more submissive sissy?

Sam kisses and sucks his way up your lithesome legs to suckle on your sissy sack. Your cock swells and throbs with need. It doesn't matter if he's ready for his punishment or not. You're ready. "Fuck it. Show me how **** you are for my dick. Bounce on it, beg for it...become the bitch you were born to be!"

You sit on your bed and give Sam a scornful glare that makes his cock twitch. He crawls over to you, blushing, barely able to meet your gaze. You are drunk on the power you wield over your best friend turned bitch, and you are discovering that you're a mean drunk. You RIP a hole in the back of his tights and point at your cock. Sam straddles you unsteadily, and you can see the fear and desire dance across his face as he lines your cockhead up against his virgin hole. He kisses you once for courage...

SLAP

His face recoils more in shock than from the **** of your stinging slap. "I don't kiss ball sucking bitches." Oddly, your response seems to perversely please him. His untouched cheek blushing almost as brightly as the side you struck. He has a sick little smile on his face as he slowly let's gravity push your cockhead past his tight virgin ring. Too slowly for your liking.

"This isn't prom night, bitch! And I'm not your steady! Take my dick and love it!" You dig your hands into his soft hips, pulling him down on your cock in one savage thrust. He yelps like a wounded animal, but his cock is leaking precum in your tights. He pulls himself up on wobbly legs, biting his bee stung bottom lip, and you slam him down again. This time he lets out a bird-like wail and shoots out a stream of sissy spurts from his throbbing clit.

Before you know it, he's the one slamming himself down on your cock, ignoring the fiery friction and searing stretching of his first time being fucked, chasing those sticky sweet moments of release when your cock slams against his sissy g spot. "That's it, Bitch, NNH cum on my cock! You'll never get hard for AAH pussy again! And all the bully boys will see the OOH sway in your hips and know it's open season on your MOAN fag boi cunt!"

You are too turned on to realize that your words could apply to you too. You are lost in the sweltering heat of your sadistic bullying. It's you are breaking the whimpering, whispering boi inside you by breaking Sam. And judging by the speed at which he's bouncing, the rate at which he's spurting, the tightness of his cunt milking your cock, and his incoherent squeals and moans...he's about to shatter like the porcelain doll he is...

"Yuh yuh yeeeees, MOAN Mistressss! Let everyone WHIMPER know I'm your OOOH faggy AAAH little MOAN Biiiiiiiiiitch! EEEEEEEE!" His begging and bouncing, milking and moaning push you over the edge. You fill his guts with your succubus seed, the orgasm hitting you like a freight train as this bottom bitch begs for more cum with his greedy cunt bouncing faster and faster. You eventually fall back to the bed, spent and sticky. Sam collapses on top of you, cooing into your soft breasts.

For a moment you are hit with an ugly wave of regret, rudely yanking you from your post coital calm. Sam is your best friend, and you bullied and broke him to make yourself feel like less of a loser. You wonder if it's too late to make it up to him...and then the moment passes and you feel a rage rising up inside you. He brought it on himself, he loved it, and now you're supposed to feel guilty?! No, it's clear what you have to do. You have to keep punishing him, keep breaking him, until you no longer feel guilty!

"Get off of me, Bitch! What kind of fag wants to cuddle anyway?" You push Sam to the floor and he just looks up with his sick, shame filled smile. You had your work cut out for you, and it was going to be a long night...

....

After hours of torment and bullying, Sam had finally been reduced to a wordless, shivering pile at the foot of your bed. You "magnanimously" allowed him to sleep there, wearing the pet collar he had "earned" during the night. He slept naked, collared, shivering while you wrapped yourself in blankets and drifted off to the deep sleep of the damned.