It was silent. Silent like the fight was already over and the blood was drying on the floor.

This room, deep underground and hidden, wasn't on any blueprint. The four by six foot concrete and steel cells in the hallway leading to my playroom were full now.

A young woman, just barely 18, lay in a hogtie designed to ensure she couldn't move her arms or legs for days after she was finally released. She awaited her fate, riding a dildo the thickness of my arm while strapped to an e stim machine. Her sobbing echoed from the farthest left cell.

Her mother, a mere 15 years older, lay in the cell opposite. Her 32 year old body was all ripe curves and full heavy mature breasts topped with thick well chewed nipples. She was a bound and gagged piece of prime fuckmeat. Thick and lush. Breaking her would be a delight. I'd be whoring her out after I broke her will with degrading sex and narcotics. Funny, she always seemed wet when it was time to play. Freak.

In the closest left cell, with his head locked into a wooden box and his balls crushed tightly between two pieces of hardwood sat a lost young man. His hands were chained and pulled outward like his legs, creating a lewd display to passersby. He had been kept like this so long he had lost track of time. Lean and fit, he was primed with repeated applications of testosterone patches as his cum was aged to a full 90 days. I was going to hang him from the ceiling and milk his prostate dry when he was completely full of sweet cum. The ball torture was just for fun. I liked the sound of his repeated low keening moan. He knew what was coming. This was his third 90 day rotation. I doubt he would ever get used to waiting in dark boredom for the day that my fist would again enter his ass to force his cum out of his body.

But in the main playroom at the end of the hall stood my current project.

I was turning a straight young man....queer.

Making a sissy.

Well, not really.

I was going to make myself the perfect submissive twink fucktoy. Outwardly.

I don't really care how the pig....feels.

He was awake. I knew by the way he trembled in his bonds.

"Remember, you deserve this sweetie. You chose this. Daddy's going to tear you apart. You'll be..... different, after this.....and there's no coming back from it. You'll never be able to look a man in the eyes again."

I slowly ran my tongue over his perfectly manicured pink painted toe as I ran my eyes over my.....victim.

"I know you're not gay, baby. Doesn't matter. I'm not going to stop," I whispered as I ran my hand slowly up his smooth tanned leg. "You're going to be broken down, worked over, changed into a...queer, gasping, cum dribbling...thing. A cock craving twink, a real fuckpig. That's how you'll pay your debt."

My hand moved up the inside of his thigh; closer and closer to his half hard "clitty". His balls were stretched by a tightly laced leather stretcher. Small, firm, 6 weeks full, his balls were stretched away from his flat abdomen to hang down to the sheets and lay totally at my mercy.

Poor bitch.

I've never had much mercy.

"I'm going to drain you. Then I'm going to fuck you. Then I'm going to force my cock down your virgin throat and hate fuck it like an ex wife's cunt. It's not going to be over quickly. There will be tears and screams and I'll ruin you for anything other than being a twink cockpig for the rest of your life," I whispered next to the leather of the boy's gimp hood.

It was his own fault. This. He put himself here. Never thought that he'd entertain an older man with the soft wet parts of his fit young body. Never thought he would voluntarily surrender himself to a sadist with a fetish for helpless twink. But that was the price he paid for mixing a gambling addiction with cheap alcohol and borrowing money from dangerous people that don't care that your rich politician father never much loved you.

Daddy issues have turned many young ladies into my drug addled fucktoys.

Now I'm just going to do the same thing with this pretty boy.

"I don't know why I want to train you to take cock so much. Usually, I enjoy women. Maybe it's just curiosity. Or maybe I enjoy seeing the moment a bitch breaks. And you're just another bitch, honey. I'm going to enjoy crushing your soul completely," I said softly and more to myself as I pulled his blindfold down with one hand and ran two fingers into the back of his throat with the other. He was cute when he gagged.

I'd bought his gambling debt - mainly because I was impressed that someone had managed to run up such a tab at only 18 - so now the bitch owed me. And I wanted my money. Well. I actually just wanted his virgin ass. So I gave him a choice. I could go public and embarrass his father or he could whore off what he owed.

He chose to work it off. I bet he wishes he had just taken the beatings and public embarrassment now.

Well, if he didn't then, he soon would.

When I fucked a gimped up pig, male or female, it was the closest thing to an MMA title bout as you could get outside of a gym.

My pigs didn't bask in orgasmic bliss, they barely recovered. Usually with bags of ice for the swelling. The meth and cocaine were numbing and to get thrm back in the game quicker.

Sometimes, it was worse with the ones whose screams and begging really entertained me.

Hey, if your fuckpigs don't feel like they were in a car wreck the next morning; you just weren't trying hard enough.

"Sshhh...listen baby girl, I know you're not gay. Yet. I'm not either. But there's no shame in me fucking you like a man fucks a woman. Well, no shame for me at least. Not you though. You should be ashamed about what is about to happen. I doubt your father will ever let you come home after the videos get posted on Lonelyfans."

I had his firm, full balls in my left hand now. I slowly rolled them back and forth while he whimpered.

I was going to drink every bit of his cream.

I'd never tasted sissygasm before and I'd had the bitch locked in a chastity cage and drinking pineapple juice twice a day for 6 weeks now. Just to get him ready for use.

"I bet you're just chock full of sweet young cream after 6 weeks in that chastity cage, huh twinkie? And a virgin too....I can't wait to drain you dry," I said as I leaned in and ran my tongue across his cherry red lipstick.

"I'm going to swallow every drop. While you cry."

Yes, he was a virgin. Never, ever thrust into a warm, wet, quivering pussy. Never shot a load of cum deep inside a clenching, dripping cunny.

And he never would after this experience.

I wouldn't let him see my mouth actually on his little clitty. No. That's why the gimp hood had a blindfold. But I'd remove it before I fucked him. The open mouth gag would let me tongue his mouth hole while I fucked him and apply some lube before he had a front row seat to watch me take him ass to mouth.

Then I'd never kiss him again.

Removing the blindfold served two purposes. First, so I could see his tears as his ass stretched. Tears turned me on. Second, so he would always be haunted by the image of losing his virginity to a man 30 years older than him.

Yeah, I'd give this little bitch something to drink about. He would live life traumatized by losing his virginity to a man.

I was going to wreck him and turn him into a thing to cum into.

If bet losing your cherry to another man when your straight will definitely fuck up your entire world view.

Besides, I like my cumpigs ruined and broken. Inside and out.

"How do you feel about wooden spoons, baby? I've got just the spoon for you. It's made out of Ironwood, so it's dense and heavy. Perfect for destroying those virgin balls of yours. You're going to scream....a lot. And then feel sick in the pit of your guts. And finally, after I keep beating your swollen little nuts, you'll just break apart inside. I'll get to see the exact second your soul shatters in a thousand jagged pieces.

I hope you last a long time baby. It's hotter when you do finally crumble."

I suckled the head of his half hard clitty as I squeezed his balls in the palm of my hand. His open mouthed grunts turned into high pitched keening as I explored the soft spongy head of my slave gimp's clitty with my teeth.

"Every single time you cum, from now on will be painful. I'm going to groom you to expect pain. To crave it like a normal person does a soft kiss. It would be better to accept that you are just an object now. A thing to be squeezed dry and then used as a place to cum into," I said around the head of his young clitty has I pulled and squeezed harder on his hard balls. His screams at my firm hand were delicious. I was going to fuck him so hard later!

"Ok, so a breakdown of tonight's events. First I'm going to beat those balls of yours until you're, well, basically lost in a world of pain. Then I'm going to milk you. Suck you dry while your screaming. Then I'm going to make you a woman, baby. Yeah, you're going to lose your virginity tonight. Ass and mouth. Well, actually your throat. I sincerely hope you fucking hate it," I said out loud as gently I stroked the head of his swollen cock.

My left hand moved down to the leather lacing that stretched his swollen balls and pulled them upwards. With my wooden spoon I lightly tapped the sensitive cum filled nuts. When he came with a loud long gutteral moan.

I watched in surprise as the twink, struggling for breath and screaming, pumped thick ropes of sperm in arcs across his flat abs, hairless chest, and even into his own open mouth in a ruined pain induced orgasm.

I did the only thing I knew to do.

I beat those balls with the edge of the wooden spoon as fast and hard as I could. It either prolonged the twink's orgasm or sent him into another immediately.

I took a moment to process what had just happened. Rubbing my closed fist across the head of his still throbbing cock and enjoying the breathless screams from being handled so roughly after what was no doubt the most intense orgasm of his young life.

"You dirty fucking freak. You like this don't you?" I said calmly releasing his cock. "Tell Daddy the truth, baby."

Heavy breathing was all the answer I got. Until my right hand slid down under his balls and found his tight virgin ass and I started ringing his rosebud with increasing pressure.

"Tell me the truth," I encouraged again as my middle finger entered his ass, sliding upwards towards his prostate.

"Eeeahss! Eaahss Addy! Ease! Ease!" my little freakpig all but screamed aloud then promptly started sobbing. Blindfolded and gagged. Mouth opened and covered with cooling cum he ugly cried while I greased up my cock and stepped between his legs.

"Oh, I'm going to have years of fun with you sweetie, " I said, splitting his tight ass apart with my thick cock and leaning forward to taste the sissy cream he had deposited across his neck and collarbone.

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"Mmmmm, that's sweet, baby," I whispered as I thrust into his virgin ass like a beast. "You're gonna be Daddy's favorite twink bitch from now on. I'm never letting you go," I said as I mentally decided that after I had cum this little sissy fuckhole was going to spend a long, long time in my private prison.