Last Hurrah of Freedom

"Once a straight bloke not alwasy a straight bloke."

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She said she was bilingual –
“I suck cock – and pussy, too!”
She said he’d be bilingual,
before the night was through.

He said ‘I’m straight and horny,
and cock is not my thing,
But if you have the pussy,
I have the tongue to bring.

So off they drove into the night,
with her best friend, Jen – in tow.
They were sexier than starlets,
Oh, how was he to know –

of the fate that would befall him,
when he got to their bedroom?
It was his last hurrah of freedom,
for he’d be their sissy soon!

I’ll spare you the details,
for it’s all been said before,
they fucked him like a woman,
’til he became that harem’s whore.

All the woman he’d fucked over,
tied him to that bed,
while Jen sat on his pecker,
and they took turns on his head.

And the two babes he’d picked up,
weren’t babes – at all,
for they had something extra,
at this midnight Strap-On Ball.

They had dicks as thick as nightsticks,
tucked beneath their skirts,
which is how he finally learned,
anal often hurts.

Poor boy learned his lesson,
when he became their sissy slut.
In a bra and panties,
he’s not allowed to nut.

He has a hot pink cock cage,
and a but plug with a lock,
for he wouldn’t be a sissy,
if he could yank his sissy cock.

Now, he’s chained in the cellar,
a sad and lonely slave.

Best be careful what you wish for,
when you wish to misbehave!

Published 9 years ago

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