A gay story: The Alluring Scent of Submission Ch. 02 Brothers succumb to the scents of SUBMISSION & DOMINATION
This picks up where part one left off, but you should read the previous story to truly experience the alluring scent of SUBMISSION before you indulge in DOMINATION.
WARNING: NOT A SWEET STORY. This is a twisted tale of brother-on-brother incest, drugged mind control, gay domination & submission, reluctant male on male sex, involves a suit and tie fetish, rough bondage, humiliation, some crossdressing and rough language, so if you find those things at all objectionable, please move on. Everyone is OVER 18 and you should not try this at home.
Daddy opened the studio door and you heel like a good boy, following him into the small photo studio. “Sorry to keep you waiting. I believe no introductions are needed.”
You lift your gaze from Daddy’s feet and see a ton of cameras and brightly lit background, red on the left side and hot pink like your tie on the right. On the left side there is bold lettering spelling “DOMination for Men” in black script and on the right “SUBmission for men” in dark gray script. Your jaw drops when you see the model for “DOMINATION” wearing a black suit and tie, red shirt and socks along with an evil grin…it’s your OLDER BROTHER!!
OMG. No. The SOB had made your youth a living hell of non-stop bullying, but only when he wasn’t using you as a punching bag. Now you are being presented to him in your most submissive state as another man’s pet. Your face is redder than his shirt in embarrassment and humiliation.
Daddy was all business. “Let’s get to the still shots first before we move onto the video.” Video? “Crawl over there, boy next to your brother and sit on your butt, legs spread facing the camera.” You follow Daddy’s directions and crawl across the floor, not daring to even glance at your brother. You turn to face the camera and sit on the floor next to your standing older brother. “Good boy. Now angle a bit toward your brother and put your right leg behind his. Good boy.” Addressing your brother, Daddy tells him, “Sir. I want you to reach down, take hold of his tie like a leash and look down at your brother sternly. Perfect.” Your older brother is only too happy to pull your tie up sharply, forcing you to look up into his smirking face. You tell yourself that this can’t be happening, but you both know that it is all too real. “That’s great. Your expressions are both absolutely perfect. Now be a good boy and reach up with your left hand and take hold of the tab on your brother’s zipper.”
With trembling fingers, you do as Daddy tells you and grab hold of your brother’s zipper. His evil grin gets even darker and you feel his hardening cock jerk under your hand. But Daddy loves it. “That’s what we need. The perfect contrast of Domination and Submission. Hold it.” Daddy takes multiple shots from different angles as your brother keeps your leash taut and stares you down into deeper levels of submission. You find yourself on the verge of tears.
Daddy finally stops taking pictures and steps into a small glass booth. “That’s it for the still shots. Let’s start the video. You already know your roles, so just go with it and have fun. Action!”
You see little red lights blink on for a dozen cameras around the room all aimed at you. Dear God, NO!
Your older brother yanks your leash. You swallow hard and look up into his unyielding gaze.
You know what he wants from you…
Your fingers tremble on his fly…
His cock is rock hard under your hand…
You melt inside and submit.
ZZZZZIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPP….
You pause.
“Take it out, bitch,” your older brother commands.
You’d rather reach into a bear trap. “Puh-please…” you beg. He just gives you a twisted grin and pulls a bottle of SUBMISSION from his pocket. You watch in horror as he unscrews the cap with one hand and jams it to your nostril. He tugs slightly on your tie and you buckle, inhaling a massive dose of SUBMISSION. Your resistance and inhibitions melt away from the inside as you hold it. You exhale and your older brother plugs your other nostril. Another tug on your pink tie and you inhale DEEPLY holding it, holding it, feeling tendrils of SUBMISSION enveloping your very core until you must exhale for air.
Another tug on your pink silk leash and you reach into your older brother’s gaping fly. Your fingers touch his thick cock, of course he’s going commando… it’s hard, spongy and silky smooth. You manage to work the hard cock out of his fly and rub your thumb gently around the head, smearing it with his precum.
“Balls too, bitch.”
“Yes, Sir.” You reach in under his cock and gently pull his hairy balls into view. You remember that your balls were hairy too this morning, but now they are as smooth and hairless as the rest of you…just how a bitch should be.
Sir places a hand on the back of your head and guides you forward. You know this is wrong, but there is nothing to do but open your mouth for his manly cock in complete SUBMISSION. Your older brother’s cock enters your mouth, you close your lips and begin sucking it, breaking multiple taboos at once. Tears form in your eyes as you gaze up at your older brother while bobbing your head on his cock. Memories of past indignities you suffered flood your mind, as you suffer through this latest ultimate humiliation of servicing his cock. You watch in impotent horror as he puts a bottle of DOMINATION to his nostril and takes a deep hit. You feel the cock in your mouth pulse and harden which only makes you want to suck it harder. Your brother takes another hit holds it and finally exhales, “Fuck YEEESSSSS!” he moans.
You start to work your tongue on his cock and try giving the best blowjob you can, hoping that the wired dominant above you doesn’t notice your existence.
No such luck…
“Yeahhh, take that cock, bitch!” Sir grabs your head and rams the full length of his cock down your throat. He facefucks your head like a fleshlight, jamming your head roughly into his hips over and over again, causing you to flash back to when you were kids and he sat on top of you smacking your face with your own hands telling you, “Stop hitting yourself… Stop hitting yourself… Stop hitting yourself… Stop hitting yourself…”
“GLLICKK… GLLICKK… GLLICKK…” Tears pour down your cheeks as Sir rapes your throat, you push against his hips in a vain attempt to temper the assault, but all you can truly do is endure it until the inevitable happens. Soon enough, Sir crushes your nose into his crotch and you feel his balls on your chin pulse as they pump cum down your throat.
“YESSS. Take it, cocksucker!” Sir growls as he seeds your oral cavity with sperm that is genetically 90% identical to your own. His cock is lodged in your throat, so you don’t even have to swallow the jets of cum that blast down your gullet. After he finishes cumming, Sir just pushes you away roughly and you land back on your elbows in your now rumpled satin lined suit. Sir lets out a mocking chuckle, “Pink satin…? Is that Cocksucker Pink? Take that faggy jacket and vest off, go hang it up over there. Here, take my jacket and hang it up too, then crawl back here, cocksucker.”
Sir turns toward the probably gay clerk, “Hey, faggot! Make yourself useful and grab me a couple of skinny silk ties…and a pair of scissors. Move.” While you are carefully hanging up your older brother’s jacket, the probably gay clerk quickly grabs the ordered items and holds them out with one arm extended. Sir is not pleased, “Give them to me, faggot.”
“S-Sorry. I’m not s-supposed to get in the s-shot…” he stammers.
Sir grabs him by the wrist and yanks him forward, “There. You’re in the shot, faggot.” Sir takes the ties and scissors and the probably gay clerk turns to make a hasty retreat. “I didn’t say you could leave, faggot.” Sir grabbed faggot by the collar and yanked him back so hard that he fell on his ass. You’ve hung up your jacket and vest then start to crawl on your hands and knees back to the action as slowly as you can.
“Please, Sir. I’m not s-supposed to…”
Sir had the faggot trapped before him sitting with his back against Sir’s legs, “I’m in charge, faggot. You need an attitude adjustment.” Sir moved the bottle of SUBMISSION towards faggot’s face, causing the probably gay clerk to go into a full panic.
“NO! OMG, NO! Please! That’s not for me! You can’t…. mmm… mmm…” Sir had the struggling probably gay clerk trapped with his hand over his panicked face, covering his mouth and pinching his nose closed. Sir held the bottle under one nostril as his victim’s face grew red from lack of air. He looks to you desperately for help, but you just drop your gaze to the floor and stay on your hands and knees like Sir ordered. Sir finally relented and released one nostril. The probably gay clerk exhaled hard and then instinctively drew a DEEP breath, inhaling an unhealthy dose of SUBMISSION.
Sir pinched the probably gay clerk’s nose closed again, trapping the alluring scent of SUBMISSION in his lungs. He kicked and struggled, moaned and groaned, for a moment until he stopped resisting the tendrils of SUBMISSION snaking their way into his core. Sir allowed him some air for a moment, then held the bottle up to his other nostril, “Breathe DEEP and HOLD it, faggot.”
“Yes, Sir…” faggot hesitated a second but then complied and inhaled another full dose of SUBMISSION. He held it as long as he could before exhaling.
“On your hands and knees, faggot.” Faggot got on his hands and knees in his finely tailored suit, the internal battle that was taking place in his psyche was clear on his face. Sir stepped on top of faggot, using him as a stepstool. He flipped the end of one of the ties over the overhead structure that was holding lights and cameras. He tied a slipknot and gave it a pull so that a two foot length of silk tie hung from the structure. Then he did the same with the other tie so they dangled about four feet apart. “Get up here, cocksucker.”
You step up to join your older brother standing on top of faggot. Like a good sub, faggot didn’t complain about supporting the weight of two grown men… he endured it. With an evil grin, Sir grabs the sleeve of your pink shirt at the shoulder and rips the sleeve off your shirt! Before you can even protest, Sir does the same to your other sleeve, leaving you in a sleeveless pink shirt and tie.
Sir grabs your right wrist, elevates it and binds it with a tie in a tight knot before doing the same with your other wrist. He gives another wicked grin as he runs his hand down your smooth arm to your hairless pit, “Nice. Smooth and hairless just like a cocksucker should be.” He steps down to the floor, “On your belly faggot.” Beneath you, faggot is only too glad to comply. As he sinks to his belly, the ties that bind you to the overhead structure of trusses go taut and you find yourself hanging by your wrists with your arms spread out at an angle. You try to relieve the strain by standing on tiptoe on top of faggot and soon realize that if you stand on his perky butt you can almost rest your feet flat.
Sir is standing before you, enjoying your predicament. He takes hold of the front of your shirt and with a quick yank, sends the buttons flying as he pulls it open, exposing your torso. You inhale sharply as your older brother feels up your newly smooth chest and abs. The sensation is overwhelming on your skin which seems ultra-sensitive without its masculine coating of fine hairs, causing you to squirm slightly. Sir ties the tails of your shirt together in a big bow in front, just under your chest, leaving your abdomen exposed, just like girls do in the summertime. He traces a finger down where your treasure trail used to be and you automatically tense at the feeling, “Keep it tight, cocksucker.” Just as you flex your abs, Sir gut punches you!
Fuck! You reflexively curl up to protect your sore belly, which causes you to lose your footing and the binds on your wrists yank your arms taut. You try to regain your footing on faggot’s ass, but as soon as you do, Sir gut punches you again! Sonofab… another gut punch! Sir allows you to catch your breath a moment and regain your footing before delivering yet another blow.
You start to sob, your belly is on fire, but you have to keep it taut, it’s your only protection from the blows. You relieve the pressure in your arms a bit by grabbing onto the ties your suspended by and lifting yourself a bit, but your arms are getting tired and while lifting yourself, your feet can’t even rest on faggot.
All you can do is endure as you swing helplessly as Sir delivers blow after blow to your exposed core. As much as it hurts, you understand that Sir is actually pulling his punches. Your new Master is establishing the power dynamic between you one blow at a time. Each blow exhibits his power in your new relationship and the DOMINATION he has over you, just as your failure to fight back and meekly accept his blows demonstrates your SUBMISSION.
Daddy’s voice breaks in softly from an overhead speaker:
Keep it up, gents. We just passed ten thousand viewers on the livestream.
WHAT? Livestream? You knew that the cameras were recording you, but you never imagined that there were more than 10,000 perverts around the globe watching your humiliation in real time. This is way beyond your worst nightmare, it’s unimaginable…
Your older brother on the other hand was loving it and committed the cardinal sin of porn by breaking down the fourth wall. “Hey, bators! Glad you could join us. I’m Sir and this is my baby brother, no BS, we really are brothers,” he yanks on your tie. “Aren’t we?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Look into the camera and tell them your name.” Sir yanks on your tie hard.
“C-Cocksucker…”
“He just earned that name because he just sucked me off for the first time. We also have a well-dressed doormat that cocksucker is standing on. Tell the good people your name.” Sir ground the heel of his dress shoe painfully into the small of faggot’s back.
“f- faggot, Sir.” He sounded on the verge of tears.
“Now you may notice that cocksucker is nice and smooth,” Sir runs his hands over your arms and sore belly for the audience of perverts, making you shiver. “It’s cocksucker’s first day, so he’s still a little skittish. Cocksucker has a pretty nice body on him, but check out these guns, homos.” Sir grabs the sleeve on the shoulder of his red dress shirt and easily rips it off at the seam, exposing his well-developed arm muscles. He does the same with the other sleeve and flexes the muscles in his hairy arms for our audience. “That turn you fags? This is what a real man’s arms look like, not those hairless boy arms on my cocksucker brother. These arms have real power.” He gut punches you again.
Fuck! The force of the blow makes you swing away, losing your footing and putting a painful strain on your arms again.
“For you novices out there, this is what’s known as predicament bondage. Cocksucker loses his footing on faggots’ ass when I gut punch him, putting a LOT of strain on his arms, so he has to come closer to step on faggot to relieve the pressure, but…that just sets cocksucker up for the next gut punch…”
“Oof!” Fuck! Your arms and belly are starting to scream in pain. You dangle for a moment, enduring the pain because you know that going back to stand on faggot again will only lead to another gut punch, so you resort to the last refuge of a sub…pointless begging, “Please, Sir. No more punches…please…”.
“No promises, cocksucker…” With a whimper you swing yourself back to the temporary relief of standing on faggot’s perky ass. Sir rubs your sore abs with his closed fist, the massage providing some relief…
“Oof!” Dammit! Another gut punch knocks the wind out of you. You swing back and forth helplessly like the pendulum on a clock. You just catch your breath as you swing back towards faggot, “Oof!” Another gut punch totally knocks the wind out of you, but this time Sir holds onto you by your tie. You drop your feet onto faggot as you turn purple.
“Breathe, cocksucker, breathe…” Sir coos as you finally manage to get your diaphragm working again. “You dom’s out there, please note that it is important to monitor your sub’s reactions carefully. In the heat of passion you may go too far and the sub will allow you to do real damage in trying to prove themselves worthy of you. Cocksucker has admirably allowed me to use him to his limit as a punching bag. Good, cocksucker…”. Sir ruffles your hair affectionately and you feel a rush of pride.
“Thank you, Sir…” you husk. WTF? Why are you thanking the bastard.
We’re getting a LOT of requests to see you two kiss… Daddy reports.
“So you pervs out there want to see two straight bros kiss? What a bunch of homos you are. Tell you what, if we get ten grand in donations, we’ll make out for a full minute! For every additional grand, we’ll make out for another full minute.” Your expression is one of shock and revulsion…
We already are over five grand, now six. Keep going!
“While I’m waiting for you fags to drop your cocks long enough to donate, let’s adjust cocksucker’s wardrobe.” Sir pulls the scissors from his pocket. He reaches into your pants pockets and starts pulling them inside out. “Here’s a fun trick, with just a pair of scissors, you can get full access to your sub’s nether regions.” With a snip he cuts off your back pockets, then reaches in and grabs a handful of your pantied ass! He noices your butt plug and the special feature on your pants. “Check this out, faggots! There’s a zipper that runs up the seam of cocksucker’s pants! Open, closed, open…” You blush in embarrassment.
Eight grand, Sir…
Snip! Snip! Your front pockets fall away, “Now you can just reach in and fool around with your cocksuckers, little twig and berries…if you’re into that kinda thing. Now we just have one more adjustment to make.” Sir attacks the legs of your pants, cutting them down into shorts! As the legs of your ruined custom-tailored pants fall away, your older brother discovers your sissy secret and laughs…
“WTF! Check this out guys! My cocksucking kid brother is wearing PINK STOCKINGS!” Your older brother, who has NEVER missed an opportunity to humiliate you in public, yanks the shreds of your pants legs off your feet leaving your sheer, hot pink stockings exposed to more than ten thousand perverts around the globe. You hang your head in shame, only now realizing how feminine your dress shoes look on your stockinged feet. Sir rolls up the hem on your pants legs until you are left in a pair of charcoal gray short shorts and a sleeveless pink shirt tied in a big bow in front, leaving your poor abs on display. The term Daisy Duke comes to mind.
Ten thousand, Sir.
“Good news, pervs. We hit our goal of ten grand so now you get to see me make out with my cocksucking sissy brother. But first things first…” Sir jams the bottle of SUBMISSION under your nose. He doesn’t order you to inhale, he just gives you a look. You know another hit of SUBMISSION will only lead you to greater perverted acts, but when Sir holds a bottle of DOMINATION under his own nose and inhales deeply, you can’t stop yourself from following his lead. You inhale and hold it, SUBMISSION burns into your lungs, you are desperate to exhale but you must prove your worth to your new master so you hold and hold, now even your breathing is governed by SUBMISSION. After an eternity Sir exhales and you follow, gasping for the air of freedom, but Sir places the bottle to your other nostril and as he fills his core with DOMINATION you inhale SUBMISSION. You hold it, looking with begging eyes to your master for respite as you hang helplessly before him. Your body is screaming for air, but you hold onto SUBMISSION, hold it, hold it, hold it, you would rather die in this moment than fail your master. SUBMISSION has become more important to you than the air you breathe, more important than even life itself.
You feel consciousness fading away as you look into the eyes of your older brother, the eyes of pure DOMINATION. You don’t feel anything anymore as your body shuts down, except his burning gaze upon you. You will die for him here in this moment if that is his wish, performing the ultimate act of SUBMISSION, surrendering to his DOMINATION as you have always done, and always will….
Sir exhales and you follow suit. He grabs your fine tie of pink silk and pulls you close, you kiss each other gently, the world, the drooling perverts watching, the faggot under your feet, your Daddy who arranged your enslavement, all melt away from your thoughts as you join with the man who has dominated you since the day you arrived on this earth. You melt into his embrace, savoring his strength, his masculinity, you are his to own, to command, to destroy…
Fourteen thousand, Sir…
You moan at the thought of making out with your older brother for the next five minutes. He grabs your ass with one hand and plays with your butt plug as he invades your mouth with his powerful tongue. You give a high-pitched moan like a bitch, wantonly pleading for Sir to invade you at both ends. His other hand explores your torso and you wish you could wrap your arms around him, but your bonds keep you from forgetting your place. The fingers of his hand play with your nipple, teasing it to erection and then Sir pinches it hard. YES! It hurts sooo GOOD.
Sir notices your reaction, so he squeezes harder and twists as he grabs the base of your butt plug and diddles it in your pussy. You mewl in submission and suck hungrily on his tongue. You’ve made your first foray into sub-space where pain and pleasure merge and magnify each other. You surprise your master by lifting your feet off faggot so you can relish the burn in your arms. He grabs your butt cheek painfully hard and twists it while biting your tongue and twisting your nipple. A submissive moan of pure bitchboy turn-on emanates from your very core that signals your total SUBMISSION.
Sixteen thousand and thirty seconds, Sir. They are now asking for you to fuck cocksucker…
NO! You want this make-out session to last forever…but all too soon, Sir pulls away from you, leaving you panting. He grabs faggot and pulling him up to his hands and knees, whispers in his ear and with a kick in the ass sends faggot scurrying on all fours, leaving you literally hanging.
Sir reaches into your front pocket and pulls out the side of your white cotton panties, “Let’s see what kind of sissy underwear my cocksucking little brother is wearing.” Sir reaches into your other front pocket and SNIP! He reaches into your back seam and grabs the seat of your panties and yanks them out with a flourish. “Ta-da! Well, well…schoolgirl panties. What a surprise…”
“Now it looks like you pervs out there actually want me to fuck my little brother, cocksucker.” You start to protest, but Sir shoves the remains of your panties into your moaning mouth. “For that sick, twisted event to happen, I’ll need twenty-five big ones!” faggot came crawling back with something in his mouth, “Took you long enough, faggot. Now get outta here, I’m done with you for now .” Sir kicked faggot in the ass and he crawled away like a cat on fire. Sir takes the small cloth he took from faggot and looking at you with an evil grin pours SUBMISSION over it freely until it is dripping wet. Then in a flash, he reaches up and clips it to your ears. OMG. NO! You instantly realize that it’s a thick cloth facemask left over from COVID, the kind with the exhaust vent built in. You moan in protest, trying not to take a breath. You can feel SUBMISSION wicking into the gag in your mouth, you get an actually taste of SUBMISSION. It tastes slightly sweet…
“Before I fuck, cocksucker’s sweet little ass, I should probably warm it up first.” Sir pulls his thin leather dress belt from his slacks with a flourish. OMG. Please NO. You hear the belt whistle through the air before it bites into your ass! You stiffen and howl which then makes you inhale. WHOA. A blast of SUBMISSION hits you just as the next lash connects with your butt. You groan as pleasure and pain start to merge again. You shudder and gasp in pleasure at the next strike as all the pain signals in your body morph into the pleasure of SUBMISSION.
“If you want another one, present that ass cocksucker,” Sir demands of you. You force your aching muscles to respond and you present your ass to your older brother, pleading for another stroke. He obliges…
THWACK! Yes, it burns so good.
THWACK! You inhale more SUBMISSION and stick your ass out and even wiggle it a bit.
THWACK! YES, SIR. Make me feel it.
THWACK! More, more, please…
THWACK! FUCK! Sir missed and hit your exposed back with a blistering lash…
THWACK! OMG. The back of your naked thighs erupt in fire. Sir is deliberately missing now, aiming for bare skin…
THWACK! Make me really feel it, Sir. You are existing in a fog of pure SUBMISSION, both chemically and physically.
THWACK! Sir lashes your ass at full power and the sharp pain merges gloriously with the dull agony you are feeling in your arms, belly, thighs and back…
You go slack in your bonds, relishing the tendrils of pain your master has bestowed on you, taking deep breaths of SUBMISSION through your mask, it even tastes good on your tongue… so sweet…The pain starts to dull. You pull on your silken bonds and present your ass again and wiggle it invitingly…
THWACK! You absorb it and daringly sticking your ass out even more… THWACK! Better, but is that all you got, Sir? You do a pull up with your arms to taunt your master THWACK! You moan in masochistic pleasure at the hardest blow yet…then they keep coming…
THWACK!
THWACK!
THWACK!
You lose count as they come in rapid fire and you moan continuously in an unbroken hymn sung only in sub-space. You rapidly breath in through your wet mask, gaining the strength via SUBMISSION to accept pain, humiliation and abuse that would have crushed your former self into the dust. Now you simply accept whatever is inflicted on you. You can be beaten, you even invite a beating, relish a beating, but your SUBMISSION leaves you UNbeatable.
You are always ready for more…and more…more please…
Twenty-five thousand, Sir…
Sir continues to lash you until your exhausted muscles give out and you simply hang from your silken bonds.
“Crawl over here with some lube, faggot. You ready to get fucked, cocksucker?”
You inhale more SUBMISSION from your mask and nod agreeably. Yes, you are more than ready to be fucked by your older brother. Sir unzips his fly and releases his engorging member just as faggot comes crawling back with a bottle of lube in his mouth. “Make yourself useful faggot and crawl over there,” Sir orders as he lubes up his cock. You take advantage of faggot being sideways to you on all fours in front of you by stepping onto his shoulders and butt, giving your sore arms some relief. Sir steps up onto faggot before you with one foot in the small of his back and the other between his shoulder blades. Sir unzips you and frees your own hard cock before grabbing your legs and lifting them around his waist. You wrap your stockinged legs around his solid waist as he reaches under and pulls out your butt plug. It hits the ground with a thud.
Without any more delay, your older brother slides his rigid cock deep into your open quim. Sir pauses to take two deep hits of DOMINATION. “Fuck, yeah,” he growls. “Hang on, cocksucker.” Sir starts to fuck you, slowly at first and you moan as you start to assist him in with your legs.
“Hunff… Hunff… Hunff… Hunff…” you moan through your gag and mask. Your gag is soaked and you swallow a good dose of SUBMISSION as your hungry pussy grips onto your older brother’s cock. He picks up the pace and you stare into each other’s eyes, two rutting males, one dominant and in control, the other submissive and yielding. Your fuckstool faggot is forgotten as he strains on all fours to support your combined weight.
“Hunff… Hunff… Hunff… Hunff…” you moan, and your hard cock jerks each time Sir bottoms out in your pussy. Sir grabs onto your once pristine pink tie and starts to seriously fuck you. His hips slam into your ass as you wantonly pull him into you, your bound arms strain against your ties as you are being fucked like you are in a sling. You are huffing SUBMISSION on each driving penetration, erasing all trace of the normal straight guy that just stopped into the shop after the gym to drop off his rental suit. He is gone. You will never fuck anyone ever again. You are now only fit to be fucked by men. You surrender to DOMINATION, you are incomplete without SUBMISSION. Your moans morph into one unbroken wail of surrender as your cock spasms and shoots volley after volley on your chest, face and abs. sir goes over the edge and bellows as he breeds your new boy pussy, his cum dripping out of your sloppy hole. After he catches his breath, he looks down on your conquered face and bestows a new name upon you,
“Bitch.”
The screens go dark and Sir cuts you down with the scissors. You wobble a bit and finally sink to the ground. Sir sits on faggot’s back and removes the ties from your sore wrists as you remove your mask and gag. Daddy comes out of the booth and joins you.
“Excellent session gents. Between our standard fees and contributions, minus my commission, you both just made about thirty thousand.”
“Fuckin-A!” Sir blurts out.
“You have also been offered a private gig for an exclusive event. You will each get fifty thousand for the evening.
“Fuckin-A!”
“Umm,” you mumble, still trying to process what happened to you.
Daddy already has an answer, “Since you signed over power of attorney to me as your manager in your modeling contract, I’ve already accepted for you.”
Your mouth drops open, but no words come out…
Two weeks later you find yourself on a luxury superyacht in international waters. The ballroom is filled with well-groomed wealthy perverts awaiting your performance. You are waiting in the wings and glance at Sir. He is decked out in full black leather regalia, executioners hood, chest harness, leather straps on his biceps, tight pleather spandex pants, heavy boots and gloves, clutching an ominous whip. Sir takes a couple of good hits of DOMINATION then feeds you a couple of good hits of SUBMISSION. You will need it dressed like this. Your outfit is in a word humiliating. It is also pink. It is also fit for a girl. Pink leather corset that pulls your waist in a good three inches, pink high heels locked to your ankles, pink stockings and garters with a pink thong, pink pleather gloves that run to your elbows and a pink dog collar locked around your neck! Thank heaven the guys at the gym can’t see you now…
The lights go dark and the emcee comes on over the speaker, “Ladies and gentlemen, and everyone in-between, our first act is two actual brothers whose first video has already garnered over one million hits! Please welcome Sir and bitch!!”
The crowd goes wild as the lights come up on the stage to reveal a fucking bench, a sling and in the center a heavy St. Andrew’s cross. You swallow hard as Sir grabs your leash and pulls you forward on your high heels…
Back in the good old USA, the shop owner is carefully measuring a new customer.
“So, Carmine, your senior prom. What are you eighteen?”
“Almost nineteen, sir. Is all this measuring really necessary?” The young man asked, standing uncomfortably before the three-way mirror in his tattered tee shirt, scruffy sneakers and worn skinny jeans. He felt more than out of place surrounded by fine clothes while the owner breeched his personal space with the tape measure.
“Trust me. The correct fit will make an inexpensive suit look like a million bucks.” The owner measured up the young man in more ways than one. Thin almost waifish build, longish hair, delicate features, full lips, cute girlish teardrop ass, maybe 5′-7″ tall…perfect.
“Yeah, I want to look good for the prom.”
“Any plans for after high school?” The owner measured his sleeve, noting the thin hairless arm and small hands on the young man.
“Probably get a factory job. My buddy Blair might get me in, then get my own place.”
“Hmm… well my old clerk is gone…left for another position, so I’m shorthanded. I pay better than minimum wage plus commission and the studio apartment upstairs is empty now, if you’re interested.” The clerk smiled at how easy this was going…
“Really?!” The naive little dude chomped at the bait.
“Sure…and with our employee discount I guarantee you’ll be a LOT better dressed than you will ever be at some factory job.”
“That sounds awesome.” The owner set the hook. Carmine couldn’t believe his luck to have landed this sweetheart gig!
“C’mon, I’ll show you the apartment, it’s small but fully furnished.”
“Sounds like heaven compared to being in the trailer with mom and her boyfriend,” Carmine climbed the stairs to his new home, his new life, while behind him the owner checked out his sweet girlish ass in his skinny jeans…knowing that he had found a perfect victim for his newest scent – ANDROGYNY!!
THE END?