This a continuation from an earlier story. It contains fetish themes of forced feminization, public humiliation and other erotic themes that may not be to everyone's taste. If you enjoy these, please read on. - DB
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Fisher slumped in his seat as the last of their party climbed into the stretch Excursion limousine that was ushering them all back to the brownstone he shared with Sophie. The door closed and the club beats were quickly replaced by the high pitched laughter that had accompanied much of his night. He felt the truck shift into gear, slowly pulling away from the club that had been the set of his coming out party. He gazed out the window, the voices surrounding him fading away as his mind was filled with rapid fire visions of what had transpired.
Chuck's dripping cock danced across his mind, Fisher knowing that what Chuck had said was proving to be true. He would never forget his first. Or his second. Or his third. He glanced down the aisle, Heather wrapped in Miguel's arms, wondering how she fucked that massive beast. He also wondered why Miguel was the only man left in their party, especially after the way Sophie had glued herself to Chuck as she orchestrated one humiliation after another for her cum slut.
He recalled how he had begged for more humiliation, drinking shot glasses of cum from whomever offered them, swallowing eagerly or sometimes letting them fill his mouth with three or more shots before he drank it all down. His tortured cock poked through his dress now, his panties taken unceremoniously, ruined with stains from neck to hem, reliving his spins on the dance floor with random men and two very specific kandi-girl transsexuals. He could still feel their cocks in his hands as they danced around him, shielded from view by his VIP group. He could also feel the eyes on him as Catherine forced him to his knees in the middle of it all, letting each of the kandi-girls use his mouth with their short, plump cocks, at one point stuffing his wet lips with both of them at the same time. It was then that Sophie had told him that he was practically a complete whore if even other sissies got to use his mouth as a fuck hole.
It was Catherine who left no doubt.
She and Eve escorted him back to the bathroom under the guise of cleaning him up. But once there Catherine reminded how she promised to be crueler than her domme and how much she wanted to see him suffer for jerking off to a picture of her. She asked if he recalled the question she had asked in the afternoon, about the train in the alley. He swallowed had and nodded as she and Eve laughed at the terror in his face. It turned out to be something quite different.
A tear crested in the corner of his eyelid and Fisher wiped it away quickly, recalling the parade of men that filtered into the bathroom after Cathering had some shirtless hulk tear Fisher's cum soaked panties from him, each one rippling with muscle as they jerked their cocks in his face, painting him with torrents of cum. He would be cleaning one and another would explode, giving him no reprieve. By the time it was over, his jaw ached and he was awash in the pungent fluid from his eyebrows to his thighs, his tortured cock even bespeckled with thin ropes of fluid.
A nudge in his ribs brought him back to reality.
"Daydreaming again, you little slut?" Catherine poked him again, laughing as Fisher nodded slowly. "Your Domme paid you a compliment."
"Quite a show, Candi," Jenny said as the massive vehicle cruised up the coastal highway. "They'll be talking about that last part for quite a while, I'm sure."
"Quite the spectacle indeed," cooed Eve, "I always enjoy a good cum slut baptism..."
The crowd laughed as Fisher lowered his head, sighing as he thanked them.
"You loved it," Sophie asked, "didn't you?"
Fisher knew the question was a statement more than a question but he answered in his soft, demure voice anyway. "Yes Mistress," Fisher managed weakly, "I... I had... fun."
"Do you promise baby?" Sophie asked, pulling a cleansing cloth from her purse and wiping gently on Fisher's face. "I know it was more than you bargained for..."
"Yes Mistress," he said, a soft smile turning up the corners of his lips. "I promise."
"But don't worry, your fun isn't quite over yet." Sophie said with a sly smile of her own. "One, or two, more things to make your night complete..."
"Tw... two...?" Fisher responded. "I... I don't understand."
"Well, my sweet sissy," Sophie said, "this has all been a very carefully planned, very calculated scheme, to give you exactly what you have always wanted. You see, Jenny and I have known each other for over a year now. You remember that PWBC that I went to the December before last, it was life changing. And it was right about the same time as what?"
"Oh my god," Fisher gasped, "no, not when I got..."
"That's right smarty," Jenny interjected, "right after you got caught jerking it to her best friend."
"So you two have been...?"
"No baby," Sophie said quickly, "we stayed in touch, lunch a few times, but it didn't turn into anything until Cat's windfall. You see, all those offers to do porn finally made her figure something out... while it may not be for her, there would always be girls like her, and rather than let them get caught up in some assholes scheme, making them money, why not make the money for herself."
"And why not take a whole different approach?" Catherine added.
"Exactly." Sophie agreed and then continued, "and then about 4 months ago her business name came up as one client at your sweet Domme's clinic. What was the name?"
"Evelyn Bello." Jenny answered.
"Eve," Fisher said softly, his head swimming.
"Good girl," Sophie said, nuzzling closer to him. "Now this, coupled with the fact that Jenny knew about your proclivities for panties, lingerie and female domination, set our plan in motion. All we had to do was get Cat on board."
"Which I was more than happy to do, once they filled me in." Catherine continued. "It took on a life of it's own after that. And all you had to do was follow your fantasy like the pathetic bimbo you truly are..."
"But the club, how?"
"Partners in Cat's production company," Eve answered, "and it will all be cleaned up by the same people who sanitize all the sets for us."
"Chuck, Justin, Lexie, Trixie, Bojan, Viktor, every guy that covered you with cum, all actors. Every cock you sucked was a pornstar, every drop of cum you swallowed was tested and cleared. Beautiful isn't it?"
"What about the guy in the bathroom?"
"Your first random?" laughed Catherine, "not so random... Eve's first co-star..."
"Miguel?"
"Yep," Heather answered as her lips grazed Miguel's, "but also my boyfriend, which I gotta say, worked out very nicely."
"As did your willingness to do everything we told you, Candi," Sophie whispered, her hand parting Fisher's thighs. "You're a completely different person once you put panties on, aren't you?"
