Next Morning

You woke up the next morning with a deep, throbbing ache in your ass and the taste of cum still faintly lingering in the back of your throat. Your tiny 2.75-inch cock was already half-hard against the lacy pink panties Lexi had **** you into. The events of last night played on loop in your head her massive 8.5-inch, 6.25-inch thick cock stretching you open, the way she laughed at your pathetic size, how you came hands-free like a bitch while she used you.Your phone buzzed on the nightstand.

Mark: Lobby in 20. Coffee and breakfast. We need to talk about last night You groaned, but the ache between your legs told you that you were going. You quickly showered, trying and failing to wash away the shame. You kept the pink panties on under your conservative khakis and button-down — a secret reminder.Mark was already waiting in the hotel restaurant, grinning like an idiot when he saw you. You sat down across from him with coffee.“Morning, shrimp dick,” he said cheerfully. “Holy fuck, man. You were really a virgin back there before last night? I’ve never seen anyone sissygasm that hard on their first ride. You were literally spurting all over your own face while she railed you. It was beautiful.”

You stared at him, face burning. “I… yeah. First time.”

Mark laughed and took a sip of his coffee. “Dude. You took that monster like a champ. Lexi destroyed your little hole.”You leaned in, voice low. “I thought we hated this shit. Trans, gays, all of it. What the fuck, man?”

Mark shrugged casually, like he was explaining basic math. “Look, during the day? Yeah, we put them in their place. Politics, sports, culture, they need to be kept down. But at night?” He smirked. “Gays, big black cocks, trannies, whatever… they exist to serve us. Alpha white men. We’re the Romans, bro. We conquered. Now they exist to please us. Sex doesn’t mean we respect them. It means we use them. Don’t get it twisted. By day these fuckers need putting in their place. At night they exist to help me cum.”

He reached under the table and pinched your ass hard, making you jump.“Besides,” he added with a grin, “shrimp dick, those pink panties were a good look on you. Especially since I’ve seen clits bigger than that sad little thing between your legs.”

His words hit you like a ****. They marinated in your brain all day during s, while shaking hands with conservative donors, while smiling for photos. The humiliation mixed with something darker, hotter. You felt your tiny cock leaking into the pink panties for hours.

At breakfast, Mark had also introduced you to Grindr.“ this,” he said, showing you his own profile. The sheer number of “alpha” conservative guys you recognized guys you’d shaken hands with at rallies openly seeking cock was eye-opening. Married men. Influencers. Church-going types. All of them horny for discreet hookups with other men and trans girls. The app was flooded with them.

That night, you couldn’t fight it anymore.You ended up in a gay bar a few blocks from the hotel. The lights were low, the music pulsing. You sat at the bar nursing a drink until a tall, stunning drag queen approached you. She was 6'2" in heels, with long legs, heavy makeup, a huge fake rack, and an unmistakable bulge under her tight dress.“You look like you need to get fucked, baby,” she purred, running a manicured nail down your chest.You didn’t resist.

Thirty minutes later you were in her hotel room.She pushed you against the wall the second the door closed, kissing you aggressively while grinding her massive bulge against your tiny one. “Mmm, I can already tell you’re packing something cute and small.”

She stripped you down to just the pink panties. When she pulled her dress off, her cock sprang out a thick 9-inch monster with heavy balls. She laughed when she saw your 2.75-incher.“Oh honey… that’s adorable.”She threw you on the bed face-down, ripped the panties aside, and mounted you without mercy. No slow start. She slammed her huge cock balls-deep into your already-sore ass in one thrust. You cried out as she started pounding you relentlessly, her heavy tits pressed against your back.“Take that dick, little white boy,” she growled, fucking you like a machine. Every brutal thrust slammed into your prostate. Your tiny cock leaked constantly onto the sheets beneath you.She reached around and jerked your pathetic little dick with two fingers. “Look at this sad clit. So fucking small. You were made for this.”

You came first spasming hard, shooting weak ropes onto the bed while she laughed and railed you through it. She didn’t stop. She flipped you onto your back, threw your legs over her shoulders, and fucked you even deeper, staring into your eyes as she dominated you completely.“Tell me you love big cock,” she demanded.“I love big cock,” you moaned like a whore.She fucked you senseless for nearly an hour, switching positions, using you like a fleshlight. She finally pulled out, straddled your chest, and shoved her cock down your throat, face-fucking you until she exploded. Thick, hot cum flooded your mouth and spilled down your chin as she held you in place.When she was done, she patted your cheek. “Good little slut.”

She left you there naked, ass gaping and leaking, throat raw, body trembling.You lay alone in the room for a long time afterward, spasming weakly. Your wrecked asshole clenched around nothing. Your tiny cock twitched pathetically on your stomach. You came one final time hands-free just from the feeling of being so thoroughly used, moaning brokenly into the empty room as shame and pleasure consumed you completely.You were no longer pretending to be the alpha husband who went on the road for conservative values.You were becoming exactly what they all wanted you to be.A ****, cock-hungry little sissy.