Hugos training

The screen had been flashing for what felt like hours.

Colors, words, images, and hypnotic audio swirled together in an endless loop. At first I tried to resist, but the straps held me firmly in place and the messages drilled deeper and deeper into my mind.

Black Superior… White boys submit… Your wife deserves BBC… You are a worthless white cuck… Sissy feelings feel good… Leak for Black Cock… BNWO is truth… You were born to serve…

My resistance slowly melted away. My cock had been twitching and leaking the entire time. By the end I was simply staring, mouth open, drooling down my chin as the final wave of programming washed over me.

The screen finally faded to black.

I sat there panting, mind hazy, cock throbbing painfully in my soaked pants.

Soft footsteps approached. Lexie’s curvy, hyper-feminized body appeared in front of me. Her massive fake tits strained against her tiny pink maid outfit, and her enormous BBL ass swayed with every step. She smiled sweetly and gently lifted my chin with two fingers, forcing me to look up into her heavily made-up face.

“So how’s my new favourite toy?” she cooed in that ditzy, seductive voice.

I blinked slowly, my brain still buzzing. “I am good, Miss Lexie…”

Lexie giggled and stroked my cheek. “Aww, such a polite little boy. Now tell me, what do you think of your training, whore?”

A shiver ran through me at the word whore. It felt… right.

“It feels good, Miss…” I whispered, voice shaky.

Lexie’s glossy pink lips curved into a wicked smile. “Mmm, good girl. Now I have a special task for you, slut. You’re going to pick a new name. A name that represents what you really are — a worthless white cuck whose only purpose is to serve the BNWO.”

The vulgar words hit me like lightning. My cock spasmed violently in my pants. A huge, humiliating spurt of cum erupted hands-free, soaking the front of my slacks as I moaned pathetically.

Lexie watched with delight. “That’s it… let it all out for me.”

I trembled, another smaller spurt leaking out as I answered breathily: “I choose… Hannah, Miss Lexie… Please call me Hannah.”

Lexie’s face lit up with pure joy. “Good girl, Hannah!” She leaned down and planted a big, wet kiss right on my forehead, leaving a glossy pink lipstick mark. “Such a pretty name for such a pathetic little white cuck.”

Lexie unstrapped me and helped me stand on shaky legs. “Now let’s get you into something more appropriate, Hannah.”

She skipped away for a moment and returned with a pile of clothing, along with a small pink box. She opened it to reveal a sleek, flat metal chastity cage tiny, pink, and extremely restrictive.

“First things first, cutie,” Lexie purred, dropping to her knees in front of me. She pulled down my soaked pants and underwear, exposing my spent, twitching cock. With practiced ease, she tucked my shrunken dick into the tight flat cage, pressing it back painfully until it was completely crushed and flattened against my body. The click of the lock echoed in my ears.

“There we go! No more silly boy parts for you. Just a cute, flat little mound like a proper sissy should have.”

The sensation was immediate and intense my cock completely immobilized, crushed into nothingness. It felt humiliating… and strangely arousing.

I didn’t resist. I eagerly stripped the rest of my old clothes and began changing in front of her. The soft pastel pink panties slid up my legs and hugged my newly flattened crotch perfectly, making the cage almost invisible. Next came the tight white leggings that clung to my ass and thighs. A cropped sweater that showed off my midriff, and delicate lace-trimmed socks completed the look.

Lexie clapped her hands excitedly. “Look at you, Hannah! So much better already. Flat, locked, and adorable. Now… shall we go see how your wife is doing?”