WARNING:
Those that have read stories by me "Sungmehetu" or my alter ego, "Stevenboi" know that I can be twisted when writing. This story has a fictional set of medical miracles within it. So relax...FICTION. I know the science doesn't make perfect sense...yet.
Also, this is a road down a torturous set of medical procedures, of a young man, that is not quite clear of what is happening.
NON-CONSENT being the key words here. Thank you for reading!
Sissy
In 2032 due to massive labor shortages of over twelve years, lobbyists from manufacturing, to Fast Food Franchises begged that the 13th Amendment be changed to include indentured servitude. (To pay debts owed, having the contract of said person sold to whatever business bought said person for labor uses until debts were paid at half normal wages).
Voluntary slavery would be legal for those that were homeless, wanted to work, and be protected with rights of 2 healthy meals, warmth, more freedom than prisoners They would be given clean, warm, and dry places to sleep. Many of these would trade their U.S. human rights to have massive debt paid off for lifetime service.
The credit card companies jumped on this lobby and got it pushed through congress and the senate....very quietly. It was attached to a bill that lowered oil and, more important to Americans, gas prices from $15.00 a gallon back down to $3.50 a gallon nationwide. Those Americans that were upset, by the human rights violations, were told it was all voluntary......
I grew up in a conservative town, in a conservative family. You know, Two hours of church on Sunday, a dad that spouted racial epitaphs on occasion...mostly while in traffic. He wasn't a true racist. Just hated everyone equally. Not a fan of the LGBTQ+ community either.
I grew up thinking that I could never be a leader. That I would never make my own way because my father hammered it into my head.
"You are a sheep., a follower, a beta male!" He'd say whenever I did anything wrong.
When I lost my virginity to a man, and was submissive to that man. I thought I was doing what my father always said, was correct. I'll never forget the guilt of being what I had become that night. A hypocrite.
Chapter One
The First Fall
The smell of the burger place could never leave my uniform, even after it was washed. I began to think it had seeped into my skin. Because I worked at the greasy spoon, mom-n-pop restaurant, for years, I grew to love all of the food, and the care we did every morning to get the ingredients, as well as getting the place itself, ready.
Problem was I began to eat there more and more often. I didn't have time to cook when I got home. My mother had taught me how, but I had no time. I was working from 10am till near close, 5 nights a week, and was barely making my bills and rent.
I gained some weight.
I had a large butt to begin with. My mother and aunts had the same attribute. But of the males in my family I had the largest. The bad food only made it larger. I started to bike and run to keep in shape. My stomach got more ripped, my legs got stronger, but the ass remained.
One night, when I was rubbing my big butt I turned on some porn. I watched the vanilla stuff for a bit. Then changed it to FemDom. I was liking this till something I have never heard of showed up on the screen.
A beta male dressed in lingerie, and forced to submit to the woman. He wore a cage on his limp penis, and a butt plug in his "boi-cunt". He eagerly submitted to the woman and ate on her vagina and butt-hole till he was soaked in her watery ejaculation. My cock was rock hard watching this, I had three fingers in my ass. I was a bit shocked when I came from using my fingers.
I was like the beta in the video. I had an average penis, a big butt and was submissive. My Father had been right all along.
I was wearing panties and matching bras under my uniform by the next week. I knew where I belonged. I was on one of the lowest rungs of "good" society. I kept my secret as I worked in the restaurant. Though I was worried that someone would notice my bra strap in the back. If they did, no-one said a thing.
The following week I began wearing a butt plug to work.
The week after I wore a cock cage. I'd only cum from anal stimulation like the sissies in the videos.
The week after that, I increased the size of the plug. This caused me to be near orgasm anytime I moved quickly. I was turning into a whore and I loved it!
My boss was not so enthused when I came on the floor in the middle of the dining area.
"Marcus! What was that?" I heard Julie yell at me. I had bent to pick up a bus tray, and the act caused me to cum from my limp clit, while in the cage, through my panties, through the khaki shorts I wore, and drip all over the floor.
"I had an accident. I'm not well!" I said in front of the customers. She dragged me into her office.
"I tolerated you because your Uncle worked here. When you started cross-dressing I told the other staff to ignore it, as you worked hard. But this is it Marcus. I have to let you go! I can't have you jizzing on the floor with your faggot sissy juice!" She said. I did something to burn that bridge forever.
"I'd have been your sissy! Your slave! But thanks, you proved women are evil you fucking CUNT!" I reeled back and slapped her as hard as I could. I walked out to the parking lot and then curled in a ball, in the gravel, as I realized I'd be homeless in weeks.
"Hey! Hey!" I heard. I looked with tears soaked eyes. A short man was hovering over me.
"You did good. You need a job and a place to live?" He asked as he rubbed my cheek.
"Nobody wants a faggot sissy like me!" I said and curled back into my ball. "Not my parents, not my boss, god forbid..." I couldn't think about girls now.
"I'm going to leave my card with you. If you want to work, and a place to stay...call. If you want to feel sorry for yourself, the train tracks are just a block over. Lay on them at 10:05pm. That will fix your issues. My name is Steve." He said I heard him step away from me.
"Your call Marcus!" He said as he started his car and left. The engine sound was distant when I began to cry again. I heard new footsteps.
"Women are not evil. YOU are an abomination! GET THE FUCK OFF MY PROPERTY!" Julie barked. I pulled myself to my feet not looking at the skinny blond witch. I headed to the railroad tracks.
"Never come back you whore!" I heard her yell.
As I lay my head over a rail I looked at the time on my phone.
(9:36pm)
I had time. I looked at the card Steve gave me in the low lights of the moon and street lights.
"Steve Cooper Police Captain, Port Washington WI (414-555-7911)"
I called the number to thank him, as I waited for the train. The iron rail was cold on the back of my neck. My lace panties were bunched in my ass, but I stopped caring.
It rang.
"Captain Cooper."
"Hey it's Marcus. Thank you for defending me." I looked at the time (9:45). "I wanted to let you know that you were the first person that ever stood up for me."
"Marcus where are you?" He sounded concerned.
"Right where I am supposed to be. Laying on the tracks. No one wants a sissy fag! So one less as of the morning." I giggled halfheartedly.
"Get off the tracks! I'm on my way!" He yelled into the phone.
"Stay home. Relax. Deal with this tomorrow." I said softly.
"Marcus! Marc! Answer!" I heard as I tossed my phone into the little pond nearby. I smiled weakly.
"Trains run on time." I closed my eyes and waited.
Sirens were headed toward me, and I could see the train in the distance. I held fast. I wanted this all over. The sirens were on the road now. The train was too far away it wasn't moving fast enough! Footsteps and flashlights all around me. Someone picked me up like a child. I must have blacked out.
