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"Well, I am dressed like a cheerleader. Might as well act the part." Becca just shrugs and heads up to her boyfriend. You wonder what "surprise' she will be able to pull out of thin air, but after today you know she is full of surprises. You take Samantha's hand and let her lead you all the way down the sissy spiral.

You can't believe how far you've come since this morning. You started a lonely loser, a failure as a man...a failure as a boy even. Now you've been fucked, made out with your crush, and are the hit of the party. But it's not far enough. Samantha and Becca are fun, but they can only take you so far. And you need to go all the way. You can sense a yawning chasm before you...and you have the strangest compulsion to dive in. You just need one last push...

"Damn, all these years we called you two sissies...we didn't know how right we were." The "head linebooker" sneers at Samantha, but it doesn't stop him from grabbing a fistful of her ass and pulling her into a wet, wanting kiss. You see Samantha grind against him with an animalistic abandon. Soon more hands are on her, more mouths, you hear wet whimpers, sticky smacks, but it is a blur of bodies...

"Like what you see, faggot?" You turn to see a solid brick of a man standing naked before you, his cock jutting out arrogantly, a pearl of precum dangling on the tip. Without thinking, you drop to your knees and catch it on your tongue, not wanting a single drop to go to waste. His cock tastes different than Samantha's clit, more powerful, muskier. It feels different in your mouth too. Not just because it's twice the size and girth, no...it's knowing it's attached to man...a real man.

You struggle to coat every inch of it in wet, tongue twirly kisses, to savor every inch of your first meal of manhood, but apparently your new friend isn't the romantic type. He grabs you by the hair and starts forcefully face fucking you. "This ain't prom night, faggot, and I ain't your sweetheart. You got a lot of cocks to service so get to it." He quickly shows you the pace you're expected to service his cock, his balls slapping your chin every second as your throat stings and stretches, you gag and drool lewdly, and your eyes roll back into your head...on the verge of blackout...

"Holy shit, brah, this sissy just came from sucking your cock!" You glance over to see what Samantha is up to, when you feel the sticky spurts run down your leg and realize giddily he means you. Your "cock customer" apparently satisfied with his service pulls out and explodes on your face. Sticky hot cum kisses your face. You try to lap up as much as you can with greedy little tongue, to savor the oddly alluring taste of it, but it is soon replaced with another set of hands guiding you gleefully to another hard cock. You feel a second cock rest against your shoulder, then a third resting on the top of your head.

Before you know it you are surrounded by hard, dripping, eager cocks, and you are passed from prick to prick like a living fuck doll. Your hands stroking spit-slick shafts and your throat milking creamy loads from throbbing, vein bulgy cocks. After your third facial, they don't even have to guide your head, you're bobbing and gagging, drooling and deep throating, taking cock after cock all on autopilot. You barely notice the insults and slurs spit at you like so much sweet semen. Coating you with a sheen of shame that you feel strangely compelled to wear as a badge of honor. "Faggot"...this faggot just made you cum..."Sissy"...well you are wearing a slutty cheerleader's outfit and squirting in my panties..."Cocksucker"...eight and counting...and you're just warming up. You've got a Benetton catalog's worth of cocks of every color, shape, and size...and taste.

"What's up with you, faggots? You got a perfectly good hole here going to waste." You're pretty sure the voice belongs to one of your particularly cruel bullies, Jake, a savage with the look of a pale, shaved gorilla that used to delight in pushing you into your locker, a garbage can, or a toilet. Now you're delighting in the feeling of him pushing his hard cock inside your lust locker, forcing moans around a mouthful of man meat and savage shuddery spurts from your sissy clitty.

You notice through a heady haze that a crowd has gathered around Samantha and you. Some filling your hungry holes, some stroking hard shafts, waiting their turn, some just here to watch. You feel their eyes penetrating you, even as Jake's cock swells inside you, filling you with hot alpha seed, lubing you for the second cock that fills you seconds after he empties you.

Hours pass as you are filled at both ends with cock after lovely cock. You have long since been fucked empty of sissy spurts and any last lingering shred of manhood you had left. Probably sometime around the time you had two cocks sliding against each other inside your sissy cunt and three crammed in your drooling mouth. You sought out the bottom of the sissy spiral, looking to lose yourself, break yourself, empty yourself and become the Bitch you were born to be. You discovered that the spiral has no bottom, and you giddily sink forever...

You cum to wrapped around Samantha finding her cleaning you with her tongue before sharing your shamefully sweet mess with you in a long, loving kiss. Most of the crowd has left, but a fair share of the football team stuck around. Jake is the first to speak up, as usual. "So once you sissies finish your cat bath, you want to come with us for the 'afterparty'?"

You smile around Samantha's tongue...it's going to be a fun night...