James, a lost little boi.

You recognize an adorable little ginger hiding in the corner of the room wearing a conspicuously inconspicuous hoodie. James is a scrawny, shy shrimp who already has feminine features and a batch of freckles that make him look he is constantly blushing. You watch Daisy work her way through the crowd and wonder why he is bothering to sneak into a Sissies and Studs party. No one would ever confuse him for a potential stud, probably not even James. Maybe he is just hoping to spy on the hard hunks and soft sluts to add to his spank bank. Then again, maybe he is hoping to get turned out and transformed. Either way, you plan to make him your sissy slut and make him a part of your growing harlot harem.

You smile as you see Daisy slide up next to James, practically slinking out of the same slinky black dress she seduced you with. You watch as hands the bashful boi a drink and licks her lips, and you watch as he licks his in response, and so do you. Daisy wastes no time in secreting the confused boi upstairs to a secluded room. He follows her like a little lost lamb, eager to be sacrificed. You don't want Daisy getting any ideas about whose bitch the flame haired fawn is going to be, and you just plain feel like being a bully now that you've got a big club to wield. You wait enough time for Daisy to have him eating out of her palm, oh a generous thirty seconds should do, then you kick the door open and bellow, "What are you doing with my sissy ****, you little boi bitch?!"

James' pants are around his ankles and his throbbing three inch erection is filling Daisy's mouth. She gives you a look of lusty loathing when she hears you call her your sissy ****, but she pulls off James' puny prick before he can explode in her mouth and seal his sissy fate. Good. You don't want him getting off so easy as being sauced up, seduced, and sucked off by a shemale succubus. You decided the moment you saw the look of terror in his eyes that you wanted to be the one to bend him, to break him, and to bimbofy him. He stammers, "I...I'm sorry, ma'am, I...I mean, sir. I mean, I don't know...I didn't know. She came onto me. Can I just go...please?"

You smile. He's pathetic without being pitiful. Daisy crawls over to you and kneels at your feet, hating the power you have over her but eager to see you wield it over someone else. You are so turned on, so twisted up inside. Your nipples are so hard they feel like they are going to cut through the flimsy fabric of your shirt. Your asshole throbs and twitches and cries to be filled. You ignore both and instead focus on your cock, aching and angry and ready to punish a sissy slut's hot holes. You stroke your swollen shaft through your denim shorts and stare at James. He can't meet your eyes, trembling in terror and staring at your beautiful bulge. He licks his lips, and you lick yours.

"So the way I see it, you snuck in here to watch, like a pervy bater boi." You can barely see his blush under his thatch of freckles, but it's there. "Or you wanted to get sissified so you could finally stop fighting the inevitable and enjoy being a beautiful bimboi sucking and fucking happily ever after." This time his blush is unmistakable. "So I'm going to help you out, nice guy that I am. If you suck my cock, and you still don't want to swallow and end up my sissy ****..." there he goes, licking those lips again. "Then I'll let you rubber up and fuck Daisy anytime you want. You'll still stay a loser boi, but you'll have a sissy cocksleeve for a pet."

Daisy shoots you a look of pure hate, but you can also tell by the tent in her dress that the thought of debasing herself so completely has a twisted temptation to it. James is even more conflicted, debating whether it's worth the risk, and maybe if he isn't sure which 'prize' he hopes he wins. Either way, he wordlessly drops to his knees and crawls over to you, still unable to look you in the eyes. He buries his head, hiding beneath his hoodie, but Daisy pulls it back and lifts his head up so you can see his pretty boi features contorted in horny humiliation and ambivalent arousal. You remind yourself to keep an eye on the sadistic, submissive sissy, but in the meantime your eyes are locked on James' deep emerald eyes as they widen and water as he pulls your cock free. "It's so...beau-er big."

"Well don't just look, cutie, touch it. Feel it's warmth in your hand...feel it throb against your palm, feel how bad I want you." He whimpers and follows your every command, eyes burning with lust and terror, his breath short and plump lips parted as he slides his soft, dainty digits up and down your fat fuckstick. He is so cute when he's conflicted, and you can tell he's dying to taste it, dying to kiss it, dying to wrap those luscious lips around it and suck and slobber, but you can't let him off that easy. "Daisy, show this closet case how to really worship a cock."

Daisy gets a gleam of malicious mirth in her eyes as she pushes James away and begins stroking your meat missile with the deft and expertise somewhere between a well practiced prostitute and a seasoned stage magician. And then just like magic, she makes it disappear. Her throat greedily milks your cock, **** to steal the prize from James, or perhaps to show you she's still stronger than you where it counts. You wonder if she even knows. James is similarly torn between jealousies. Of you, for getting the passionate blowjob he had hoped for, or of Daisy, for giving the sweet sucks he secretly longs for. You want nothing more than to explode down the tight, wet hole trying to suck the cum straight out of your balls, but you NEED to show both of these sissies that you are stronger than them. Or maybe, you need to prove it to yourself.

Either way you push Daisy off your dick and drink in her frustrated lust and furious rage like a fine wine. Feeling almost drunk, you motion for James to come over and finally earn his prize. He happily accepts, his earlier hesitancy obliterated by his current hunger. He grabs your pulsing prick with both hands, rubbing it all over his face and plant wet kisses up the sensitive skin of your shaft. He gives an almost chaste, loving kiss on your cockhead and then a longer, lustier french kiss and then swallows your mushroom head and begins needily nursing.

You feel the floodgates ready to burst, but he isn't broken yet, just bent. You have to hold out until he is so turned out that the infection will be an afterthought to his true hunger. Can you resist the irresistible? Or will you explode all over his freckles?