You stay, of course.

Looking into Dwayne's steel grey eyes you see your reflection. Not how you want to see yourself, not how you want others to see you, who you are...what you are. You crawl over to Dwayne, shaking your ass hypnotically. You hear Vinnie and Marq'wess' nervous titters. You look deep into Dwayne's eyes and lose yourself in their deep pools as you nuzzle his hard cock through his preppy pleated slacks.

"Good for you. I'm going to take this gag off now, I doubt you'll be anything less than a desperately enthusiastic cocksucker." Dwayne unclasps your gag surprisingly gently. You run your tongue around your sore lips and look around to see Vinnie already naked and stroking an at least nine inch, girthy cock. Marq'wess has to be around the same, maybe a little bigger, but maybe that's just you buying into the myth about "black guys". You look up hopefully at Dwayne, but he is sitting patiently.

"Not so fast, boys. Our guest here hasn't told us what they are yet. A man? A boi? A sissy? Multiple choice? I want to here what you are and EXACTLY what you want us to do to you." This is what makes Dwayne the cruelest of all your tormentors today. No tricks, no traps, no excuses. The next words out of your mouth will determine what you are and what you want and you will have no one to blame for them but yourself.

"I'm a slutty sissy bitch and I want to serve real men, switchy sissies, dommy femmes and anyone else in between. I want your loser friends to bully me with their hard hands and harder cocks, and I want you to utterly destroy me...master." You can't believe how clearly and confidently you get the words out. You don't even stutter. Something about Dwayne's cold certainty has lifted the scales from your eyes.

"Gonna bully that ass alright, ho!" Marq'wess wastes no time "honoring" your request. He pulls out your puppy plug with a painful PLOP and is on you in seconds, shoving his thick cock inside your gaped, sissy spunk lubed hole. You feel yourself spread around and curse yourself that you already love his cock more than Samantha's sissy shaft. You feel your cage cut into your soft flesh, but a spurty stream of sissy squirts still shoot out.

"Fuggedaboutet! This bitch is ready to swallow my coney island footlong!" Give or take a few inches, you think before the thought is stuffed back down your throat with Vinnie's still quite impressive cock. You vision blurs and your head swims as Vinnie uses all the drool you've been dripping to savagely face fuck you. You can barely process the sensations of hard, hard, musky flesh ravaging your tender throat, because with every thrust forward of Vinnie's cock, Marq'wess pounds you back by going balls deep in your hungry cunt.

You are thrust helplessly between your two bullies, rutting you like beasts from opposite ends...you feel like a pig on a spit roast, and you can feel the flames kiss your skin all over, and melt you from the inside out. Your sissy lit has long stopped dribbling into it's pathetic puddle, and yet you still feel the sissygasms blazing inside you. By the time Vinnie and Marq'wess fill you with cum from both ends, you are grateful for something so creamy and tasty to cool you off. A sliver of a smirk sneaks on your face as you realize that they might have fucked you senseless, but they couldn't break you all the way down. Unfortunately, Dwayne seems to have noticed...

"I'm not surprised Vincent and Mark couldn't break you. They are pretenders. Good for muscle, but not true to themselves. Me, I know exactly what I am...and I love it." Vinnie and Marq'wess keep quiet, either already aware of his dim view of them or too intimidated to disagree. You wonder fearfully what power he hold's over them. They certainly both appear bigger than him, and stronger, but deep down, you can sense a true strength in Dwayne that both terrifies and excites you...

"Let's get this off." Effortlessly, Dwayne picks the lock to your chastity cage and it falls to the floor. The cool air feels a balm to your tortured flesh. "I don't want you to have any excuses for what you do next. If you truly want to be an empty, broken bitch, I can break you. But I want you to beg for it."

Dwayne calmly, slowly unbuttons his shirt to reveal a cut, but not overly muscular torso. He slowly slides down his pants and steps out of them to reveal an above average physique, but certainly nothing like his gym rat bully buddies. But it's his cock that really takes your breath away. It's...so...so...so...slightly above average?! Maybe seven inches and thick enough you're sure you'll feel it even after taking Marq'wess' meat, but certainly nothing you would expect to BREAK you.

"I know...I know...I get it all the time. You think I can't break you with this...how would you describe it...'slightly above average' cock? But I'll let you in on a little secret. It's not the size of your cock that made you a sissy, and Mark and Vincent aren't studs because of the size of their dicks. Hell, Mark is a power bottom switch and Vincent would probably suck your clit if you weren't such a total bottom." Vinnie and Marq'wess both look a little embarrassed, but not surprised by Dwayne sharing their sticky little secrets. You guess there are no secrets in Dwayne's inner circle. You wonder what that means for you as Dwayne kneels beside you and slides his hand across your cum filled cunt...

"And you...are such a needy..." he slides a single finger in, slowly teasing tingles from your tender tissue, "greedy..." he adds a second finger and you feel yourself squeezing down against his digits with a hungry whimper, "desperate..." he finds your bitch button and caresses it lightly, causing you to buck against his fingers frantically, "feral little bitch, that I can make you beg me to break you with just two fingers. Can't I?

You want to call him a liar...but you NEED to call him MASTER. You no longer have any excuses, no blackmail, no denied release, only the hunger gnawing inside you and the sick, sweet desire to feel it swallow you whole. "Please, Master! I beg you to break me and put me back together however you see fit! I want to be empty for you and let you fill me up with your darkest desires and filthy fantasies!"

"Good, Bitch." Your new Master begins frigging you furiously, forcing the final slivers of your fractured self to slip free and be washed away in an euphoric tide. You feel your self break apart...blissfully...as you black out, beautifully broken...you wonder how Master will put his new fuck doll back together again...