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Dwain was surprised that a smallish, windowless bus stopped in front of
his house, given that he had ordered a car. Stepping out, the driver
walked around and opened the back door for him. It took him a moment to
clear his head enough to ask her the question that was on his mind. She
was stunning in a way that he couldn't describe. He could feel himself
involuntarily getting erect. She was the most beautiful creature he had
ever seen. Shaking his head, he asked her, "Are you the car I ordered for
downtown?"
"Yes, sir. We only had this bus available, but you're in luck because we
have complimentary coffee inside." Dwain stepped onto the bus, awkwardly
trying to hide the rock hard erection tenting the front of his pants.
The inside floored him: plush velvet colored a shocking pink, a disco
ball hanging from the ceiling bathing the bus with swirling sparkling
lights.
Helping himself to a coffee, Dwain sat down and wondered why he had a
hardon harder than anything he'd experienced since the 9th grade. Not
that he was complaining. It felt great. He felt alive. Embarrassed, but
very much alive.
Feeling the bus twist and turn through the South SF streets, Dwain
daydreamed. Usually, he'd read his copy of the Wall Street Journal as his
car took him to the downtown financial district. Today, he just spaced
out listening to the music piped into the bus. He hadn't listened to
music like this until recently... the heavy, rhythmic pulse... the melody
that was always just out of reach. Lately, it was the only kind of music
that relaxed him. Today, though, it was different. Today it made him
hard.
Dwain was surprised that his ride abruptly stopped, and another man
dressed in a similar business uniform to his own entered, looking as
confused as he was. The strange way the man held his briefcase in front
of him made Dwain wonder if they shared the same problem like this was
some sort of magic boner bus. That made him smile... boner bus LOL.
Opening his mouth to say good morning to his fellow passenger, Dwain was
shocked than what came out instead was the words, "I fuck sissy faggots."
A look of pure terror came over the other man's face. It looked like he
was trying to turn around for a split second, but that his legs wouldn't
move anywhere but further into the bus. His eyes locked onto Dwains, and
he said, "I fuck sissy faggots with my big, hard cock."
Dwain was compelled by what he said. Strangely enough, it made perfect
sense. While his brain struggled with itself, trying to understand what
was happening, his mouth, on its own, opened and continued their dialog.
"My cock only gets hard for sissy faggots."
The other man agreed. "My cock only gets hard for flaming ultrasissies."
The man then shocked Dwain by continuing, "I have a huge cock, and it
only comes inside limp wristed sissy faggots." As he said this, he
pointed down to the massive tent making his fly look like it was going to
burst at any moment.
Dwain was shocked at how huge the tent the man's cocks made. His cock
would clearly fill a sissy faggot's throat and make her gag and sputter.
This only made his cock throb uncontrollably at the idea. Looking
intently at him, Dwain informed him, "I can't control my cock around
sexy, effeminate sissies."
Nodding in agreement, the man replied, "I always get big boners around
limp-wristed, mincing, sissy faggots."
Yes, Drain nodded. This was a crucial point. "Big boners. Uncontrollable,
big boners." This was clearly an essential point for both of them, as
they repeated it several times, nodding.
After a while, one of them inserted an addendum to their discussion about
their big boners. "My big boner needs to pump its creamy goo in and on
sissy faggots."
The discussion started to blur at this point, with the two of them
delving deep into what they needed to do with their creamy goo. "I need
to use my big boner to paint their sissy faces with my creamy goo. I drop
huge loads of creamy goo all over sissy faggots faces. My big boner only
pumps its creamy goo for sissy faggots. Big boners belong inside sissy
faggots. Big boners only pump their creamy goo for sissy faggots. My big
boney makes me enslave sissy faggots so they can eat my creamy goo."
It was nice that Dwain found another man to talk to that would know where
he was coming from. It was hard carrying these feelings around inside
him, ashamed of how people would see him.
Feeling suddenly competitive, Dwain thought he had no choice but to
wrestle down the zipper straining his pants. He needed to prove just how
big his boner was. He was proud of how massive the head of his cock was.
How any sissy trying to stuff it into her mouth would have to open it
really wide. "My thick cock was made to stretch the holes of effeminate
sissy faggots." He loved how beautiful they looked with their sweet faces
stretched side open to engulf his big boner. Sissies looked angelic when
they did that.
Dwain's sudden display caused his fellow passenger to raise his crotch
and pull his pants and boxers down to his ankles. Gesturing down to his
member at full attention, he said, "I choke sissy faggots with my foot-
long cock."
His eyes dancing between the man's eyes and impressive penis, Dwain
replied, "My beer can cock can only cum buried balls deep inside a total
sissy faggot."
The men didn't touch their cocks. They just let them pulse and throb as
they talked about them. They both agreed that "I'm proud of my big boner.
I never play with my boner. My big boner was made for sissies. I can't
help but display my big boner to cock sucking sissies. My big boner only
cums inside sissy faggots." They were both proud of this fact and nodded
approvingly to each other.
As he opened his legs wide apart, the man bragged to Dwight, "My balls
are full of cum to pump into sissy faggots."
This was true for Dwight, too. "My big balls can only pump cum for the
holes of sissy faggots."
Dwight was proud of himself. Happy to be able to brag to another man
about all this. After all, "Real men have big boners that only pump for
sissy faggots."
The man couldn't help but agree completely. "Fuck yeah! Real men only
fuck sissy faggots with their big boners."
Their driver, Daisy Drainsdick, looked over at her vibrating phone as
they had their conversation, showing her next passenger's location for
pickup.
After a short while, four men were sitting in the back of the bus with
their pants around their ankles, displaying their painfully erect penises
and sharing their need to put them inside sissies.
At first, every now and then, one of the men would get confused and start
what was happening, but he would be quickly be drowned out by choruses
of
"I FUCK SISSY FAGGOTS WITH MY BIG BONER." It didn't take long for him to
join in because it was true, and he was ashamed that he had ever thought
otherwise.
Looking over at her phone, Daisy Drainsdick noted that her next location
was the South SF mall. Above the map, it said, PASSENGER: Pansy
Pumpscock.
Daisy excitedly milked the large phallus that impaled her as she drove.
Bringing real men and sissies like her meant everything to her. She
really was a people person, especially when those people were men with
big boners and sissies made to drain them.
As she drove, she listened to the wonderfully obscene, angelic harmony
that the men were making talking about their big boners. It was so fun to
listen to real men talk. They were so much smarter than sissies like
her.
She wasn't made to make decisions. She was made to drain men's dicks.
=========
Charles Chubinsky made an odd sight descending the elevator of Tudor
Inc's world headquarters. It was not every day that you saw a mad in
motorcycle leathers and chaps in a place like this. Still, it was all
worth it for the double-takes, and then the sly glances down to the
unmistakable outline of his cock as it hugged his left leg from both
women and men. Charles Chubinsky was infamous, and, in this building, he
dressed however he fucking wanted.
Arriving in the basement, Charlie walked towards an empty wall in the
back, the loud clicking of his black leather boots echoing.
Standing ten yards from the wall, he stood up straight and made a series
of NFL referee signals. Holding, followed by Illegal use of the hands,
and finally Safety.
All at once, a loud whirring sound came out from the wall, as it started
to descend into the floor. Behind it was a very masculine-looking person
crouched next to a surprisingly familiar looking old Harley-Davidson
motorcycle, making adjustments.
The hidden room in the back of the bottom floor of Tudor Inc HQ's private
garage was Charles' secret motorcycle repair shop. He liked feeling like
Batman; only this Batman drove the Captain America Harley-Davidson from
Easy Rider. Only the most expensive Harley-Davidson in the world.
Beat was the only person allowed to touch his Captain America. Beat was
called Beat because of the grease-stained wife-beater shirt that they
seemed always to be wearing. "How's it hanging, Chubs?"
"Stupid question, Beat. You know it's always left."
"Damn straight." That joke never got old.
"Gonna be seeing your girlfriend soon. She's all healed from yesterday.
It's fucking amazing what these plastic surgeons can do these days."
"Shit, Chubby. That was fast." Beat looked down, apprehensively, rubbing
their grease-stained hands on a dirty rag. Charles knew precisely why.
"You ready to open your Christmas present? After all, you've been on the
top of Santachubb's nice list."
Grease slowly looked up, with the right side of their mouth forming a
huge shit-eating grin. "Fuck yeah."
"'Tis the season of giving after all, and you know I'm all about giving."
They shared a good laugh over that one. "I told the chopper to contact
you when they're ready to take you over."
"Where is it going?" Beat asked.
"Only the shitbird capital of the world, Bohemian Grove."
"No fucking shit! Fuck, Chubbs, you are the most twisted motherfucker I
have ever met, and this is coming from someone who is part of a line of
twisted motherfuckers that goes all the way back to the Mayflower."
"Thanks. That means a lot coming from a total asshole like you." Grabbing
onto Beat's calloused, greasy hand, Charles looked into their eyes and
said, "Today, I settle all family business, and you are most definitely
part of the family."
"I love it when you go all Godfather, motherfucker." Glancing over at the
hog, Beat said, "she's good to go, boss. Rides like a wet dream."
Straddling Captain America, he turned the key. The feel of her coming to
life was like nothing on earth. He only took it out on special occasions,
and today was a very special occasion. After all, what better ride than
the very token of appreciation given to him by the man whose life and
company he was now, single-handedly destroying.
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Pansy and Prissy Pumpscock, the two happiest sissy sisters in the world,
were blissfully walking hand in hand through the South SF Mall. They were
so pleased because they had both just been fucked hard by an entire
biker
gang AND helped bring another sissy sister into the world. It was good,
helping to create more sissies like themselves.
You wouldn't know it from looking at them, but each of the sissies held
wads of creamy man good in their mouths, savoring the taste and smell.
Occasionally, they would french kiss and swap the cummies between them.
Sissy sisters always shared everything.
All of a sudden, each of the sissies froze on the spot. Pansy could feel
the buttplug filling her ass delectably full start to vibrate in a
steady, coded rhythm. By the concerned look on her sister Prissy's face,
Pansy knew at once that her plug was throbbing as well.
Instinctively, Prissy and Pansy reached for their phones, carried inside
their tiny pink purses. Without even noticing the called ID labeled as
ANSWER NOW, each sissy answered the call with a concerned, "OMG, I need
to be making men cum."
The same voice answered each phone. "OMG, I need to do everything I can
to help sissies drain men's dicks." Pansy and Prissy looked at each other
wide-eyed, their expressions screaming out OMG!
"My name is Daisy Drainsdick, and I am your driver."
Involuntarily, Prissy Pumpscock replied, "My name is Prissy Pumpscock,
and I am passive and pliant."
Pansy knew to wait for her older sister to finish speaking before she
informed the caller, "My name is Pansy Pumpscock, and I am passive and
pliant."
In reply, Daisy said, "Good. All sissy faggots are passive and pliant."
This caused Pansy and Prissy to chorus back, "all sissy faggots are
passive and pliant." Daisy joined them in repeating it until they had all
said it ten times.
While they were chanting together, Pansy tried to stop saying it,
confused as to why she couldn't. Trying to clamp her mouth tightly closed
only caused her to shout the words out louder, which was strange, but
also made her clitty throb violently. Pansy found that being a Pansy
Pumpscock was like riding on a bizarre roller coaster, scary but
exhilarating.
"You will passively wait for us to pick you up at the south entrance of
the mall. Men's big boners need to be drained, and I am a dick drainer
and exist to do everything I can to help drain men's dicks. Dicks needs
to be drained."
Pansy and Paisley replied, "Cocks need to be pumped."
"Cummy kisses, sissy sisters! I love you very much," Daisey said to Pansy
and Prissy.
"Cummy kisses, sissy sister! We love you more," Prissy and Pansy said
back, as Daisy hung up the phone.
At once, the two sissies started to mince, hand in hand, towards the
mall's south entrance. They didn't need to think about it. They just did
it. They had been ordered to do it, and so they did it. Even though their
sissy sister had given them the order, Daisy was a sissy and thus
passive
and pliant like them. A man must have told her to tell them what to do
since men give orders, and sissies obey them, duh.
Both sissies could hear the throbbing bass booming from inside the small
pink bus before they saw it. This was so exciting!!! They were going to
make men cum. Squee!!!!
The first thing that came into view wasn't the bus, but I police car with
its lights silently flashing with another following it. This bus was
very
important.
After the bus stopped, their driver stepped out and strutted towards
them. She had the most adorable blond hair done up in pigtails, wearing
thigh-high white boots and a scandalously short skirt help up by a
petticoat so that one could see the outlines of her locked up sissy clit
imprisoned under her pink lace panties. Her crop top white t-shirt
displayed in bold black letters I DRAIN DICKS.
The three happy sissy sisters hugged and deeply kissed each other, Pansy
and Prissy making sure to share the taste of the biker's cum with their
sister. The two Pumpscock sisters looked at Daisy and said, "OMG, I need
to be making men cum!"
Their sister Daisy replied, "OMG, I need to drain men's dicks!" This
caused them to giggle like a bunch of school girls. After a few moments
of shared sissy bliss, Daisy walked over to the bus's back door and
pushed a button that caused it to slide open automatically.
Prissy and Pansy were surprised to find people already inside the bus,
sitting on the couches that encircled the inside. There were four men,
each wearing a business suit with their pants around their ankles. Next
to each of them was a sissy with their heads bobbing up and down on their
cocks in unison to the pulse of the music.
All at once, the door closed, and the music changed. The rhythm was
slower, and a girly, silly, giggly voice started repeating, "Unlock the
cock... unlock the cock... unlock the cock..."
This caused the other four sissies to lift their heads from the men's
cocks, pull out their phones, and cleared a spot between the men for
Prissy and Pansy.
Pulling up their pants, each of the men chanted along to the music,
"Unlock the cock."
For a few moments, this continued as Pansy and Prissy looked at each
other confused. What were they supposed to do? Obviously, they needed to
make these men cum, but did unlock the cock mean that? They didn't
understand.
All at once, the music abruptly stopped, and a man's voice came over the
speakers and said, "Action!"
Pansy's head instantly turned to Prissy. Looking at her sissy sister, her
expression went from total confusion to complete joy. she said, "OMG,
Prissy, I am so glad you got me this bus full of hot men that I can make
cum!"
Making her hands point down as they hung in front of her. "Like oh, my
god, girl! You know I love your sissy ass and would do anything to get
you lots of loads of yummy man goo."
"I am so glad, Prissy, that you showed me what a total sissy faggot I was
and that I had no business being in charge of a big business like Tudor
Incorporated when there were so many big boners for me to bounce on!"
"Gurl, it's always been so obvious by anyone with even half a clue that
you are a total raging ultra sissy made for nothing but draining the
balls of real men. After all, what sissy would want to do silly boy stuff
when there are so many hot guys around!"
The two of them squeed and bounced up and down, looking at the four men
who were sitting there casually smiling up at them.
As they spoke, the other four sissies diligently filed the action from
various angles.
Sitting down next to a sexy South Asian gentleman and placing her limp
hand gently between his legs, Pansy said, "Hi, my name is Pansy
Pumpscock, and I need to make you cum."
"Aren't you Paul Tudor, CEO of Tudor Incorporated?"
Pansy let out an exasperated sigh. "Yesssss, but that's so boring, and
it's SO not me. I'm really Pansy Pumpscock. All I ever wanted to do was
pump men's cocks."
"Well, I've never fucked the face of a CEO before."
"Aren't you a naughty boy," Pansy said as she playfully slapped his chest
and started to kneel between his legs.
Looking up to the phone that was in front of the man's face, filming
Pansy, the excited sissy said, "please, please, Daddy, will you put your
dick in my mouth? I would do anything to taste your yummy man goo."
"Anything?" the man skeptically asked.
"Oh, yes, absolutely anything. The only thing I really care about is
making men cum, and I'd do anything for that!"
"Even ruin the ICO of your new company offering?"
Pansy made a stupid face and said, "OMG, yes! Who cares about silly man
stuff like that. I need to pump cocks! Please, please, please, Sir.
Facefuck my mouth hard with your big boner, please!"
For a good ten minutes, the man pounded in and out of Pansy's face as she
slobbered all over his cock, making the nastiest of gagging and choking
noises.
After he filled her mouth with his seed so that she could slowly turn her
face up to one of the cameras and make cum bubbles for it, Pansy tilted
her head over and let the cum run out of her mouth and slowly into the
mouth of her sissy sister Prissy. Back and forth, they let the cum fall
into the other's obscenely open mouth, always making sure that it was
clearly caught on the cameras filming them.
After that, Prissy looked at one of the cameras and said, "Hello, and
welcome to Sissy Faggot News! My name is Prissy Pumpscock, and today we
are coming to you live from the party of one Paul Tudor where he, or
should I say she, is coming out as the sissy faggot that she always
secretly was."
The camera phone suddenly swung around to show Pansy bouncing up and down
on Dwight's beercan cock.
"Paul, why are you coming out as a sissy faggot."
Turning around to face Prissy, Pansy said, "Oh, hi! Please, Prissy, call
me Pansy Pumpscock. That's my real name, not my stupid legal name."
"OMG, I love that name, Pansy!"
"I know, right, Prissy! Isn't it like totally adorable?!" As they talked
on camera, Pansy violently bounced her ass up and down on Dwight's cock.
Looking into his eyes, Pansy said, "Oh, my god, Daddy. Pump my sissy
faggot ass full of your man goo!"
Looking up at her, he moaned, "take my big, thick, boner, you stupid,
sissy faggot. I only fuck sissy faggots with my big boner. I'm going to
breed your sissy ass with my huge loads of man goo."
=========
Thirty miles away, three men sat in a private theater watching the
unfolding live porn scene. Laughing, one of them looked over to the other
two and said, "holy fuck! Isn't that that dissident shareholder's legal
team?"
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