He fucks you in front of the crowd.

"I'll show you...I'll show you all!" Dwight unzip his tight leather pants and reveals a not unimpressive seven inch cock. Not the biggest you've seen, but it's nice and thick, and it's bigger than you used to be. Plus it looks so pale, like fine alabaster, you can't help but be drawn in by it, if only partially because he is pulling you towards his prick by your leash.

"Everybody get a good look at how I treat this sissy! Maybe if you ask nice, I'll offer you seconds after." You hear a mixture of laughter and unconvinced groans, which only seems to stoke Dwight's bluster and bravado. He plunges his prick past your muzzle and into your open mouth. You would protest, but your mouth is full, and the instantly familiar flavor floods your head so the only thing coming out is muffled moans and slobbery sucking sounds. Daisy was right, it's sooooooo much better not having a gag reflex. You can easily take his full length as he pulls you balls deep on his dick with your leash, then begins furiously skull fucking you.

"See?! This little puppy is in love with my fat cock!" You hate to agree with a goth, but he's not far wrong. You wished Daisy had told you how much better being infected feels. After all, having a cock stretch your throat as it saws in and out of you should at least feel uncomfortable, if not be downright agony, but instead it feels like your throat is lined with loads of little cock heads, all throbbing and drooling against this depressed nerd's thick cock.

The crowd seems to be warming up to Dwight's show as he manages to last a lot longer than any of them expected. Even Daisy is openly stroking her sissy shaft through her tight shorts. She is licking her lips, and maybe not entirely for show this time. You wonder if you should feel jealous, then you remind yourself that you are the only one Daisy loved enough to put a leash on, and you continue to contentedly swallow Dwight's sword.

"So who wants to see me fuck this little pupper?" This time there is a swell of supportive cheers from the crowd. Even you manage a glugging cheer. He pulls his cock from your mouth, and you instinctively lunge to get him back in your mouth, drawing laughs and whoops from the crowd. You smile stupidly, feeling drunk from this many leering eyes and jeering cackles echoing inside your head. You would have withered into a husk and died on the spot a day ago, but Daisy's eyes are the only one's that matter, and they are blazing with unadorned lust and affection for you.

Dwight makes a show of strutting around behind you and giving each of your cheeks a loud SLAP that sends shameful shots of precum from your swollen sissy clit. He takes his time tugging at your tail, until he has you literally panting and the crowd cheering him on. It finally PLOPs free and you stand exposed and empty before what feels like the entire student body. Your student body is writhing and waiting, your ass arched as high as it will go and your head held low like a good little bitch in heat. Dwight gives Daisy a run for her money with his sordid showmanship, sliding his cock back and forth between your thicc cheeks and rubbing his fat cock head against your throbbing fuckhole.

Finally, fucking finally, Dwight plunges inside you, setting off a string of cluster bombs of bliss buffeting your beautiful body from the inside out and sending sissy spunk spraying from your cockette. Your breasts bounce freely, beads of sweat flying into the air and catching the rays of the sun. Your tongue lolls and everyone can hear your mindless moaning and needy little yips as he begins to really plow you. You would be humiliated to be seen fucked like an animal and so clearly loving it...except you ARE an animal, and you really, REALLY love it.

You still prefer Daisy's dick, but for your second cock ever you could do worse. You just hope Dwight has half the stamina his boasting suggested. You can feel yourself building to something truly savage and frighteningly powerful. The goth's girth is throbbing and swelling so hard inside you, that you can feel his pulse pounding as he pounds you. You hope he is the stud he thinks he is, for both your sakes.