Chapter 3: Brandon (brandy) looses his virginity
The pressure at my entrance was a blunt, impossible fact. The broad, slick head of Lamar’s cock nudged against me, a promise of violation that made my breath hitch in my throat. The cabin itself seemed to hold its breath—the distant drip of the leaky roof timed to the frantic beat of my heart, the pine scent now undercut with the stark, clinical smell of lubricant and my own cold sweat.
He held himself there, not pushing, just letting me feel the sheer size of him. My mind screamed two things at once: get away and please.
“Last chance, baby girl,” Lamar murmured, his voice a dark rumble in the quiet room. His hands were steady on my hips, his warmth seeping into my cold skin. “You say ‘snowflake’ and this stops. I untie you. We order a pizza, watch a movie, forget any of this weird shit ever happened. You go back to your life, your girlfriend, your… uncomplicated world.”
He shifted slightly, and the crown of his cock pressed more insistently, a silent counterpoint to his words. The pink cage around my own useless dick felt like it was heating up, a tiny, humiliating brand. My throat was dry, but I swallowed.
“Or,” he continued, his tone dropping, intimate and terrifying, “you take a deep breath, and you become my good little sissy. Your pleasure comes from my pleasure. Your purpose is this.Right here. Letting me in. You’ll never look at yourself the same way again. So what’s it gonna be, Brandon? Man or sissy?”
The choice was an anvil on my chest. My mouth opened but no sound came out, just a thin, reedy gasp. The phantom coin spun in the darkness behind my eyes, a glinting, torturous orbit—heads for the door, tails for the taking.
I wished he’d just shove inside and end it.
I wished he’d throw me out.
The panic wasn’t a scream but a cold, vibrating wire drawn tight through my ribs. “I can’t,” I whispered, the words ash in my mouth. The coin landed. I saw it, flat and final in the dirt of my mind. Tails. “Don’t make me say it. Please.”
“Gotta say it, baby.” His thumb stroked the small of my back, a gesture of unbearable kindness. “Or say ‘snowflake.’ Your mouth has to choose the path.”
I squeezed my eyes shut, the world narrowing to the relentless pressure at my core. i pushed back towards it and he pulled away moving the giant cock in front of my face instead
The smell of him filled my head, salty and primal, the veined weight of him an inch from my lips. My own tiny, caged dick gave a pathetic throb against its restraints, a traitorous pulse that confirmed everything Lamar was implying about me. he was going to make me look at it. i could feel the ring of my ass tightening at loosening in anticipation. " imagine this inside you, do you want it or not, just say the word" he moved again pressing it agains my belly from the side. "ok but if it hurts promise you will stop" ...'say it'
"sissy," I whispered, the words leaving my lips like a stolen confession.
A slow, approving smile spread across Lamar’s face. "That’s my girl."