Tommy's head was swimming. Kneeling on the living room rug, he looked up in awe at the two handsome studs as they smirked down at him. Jake was in his usual jeans and sneakers, with an old threadbare t-shirt drooping on his sinewy body. Pete - "Master P" - wore a tighter-fitting black t-shirt that showed his bulging biceps and firm pecs.
By comparison, Tommy looked every bit the helpless sissy he had so long dreamed of being. He was still in the white tights and pink leotard he'd been wearing when he'd been found out just a few hours earlier. Jake and Pete had since gone into his room and discovered Tommy's hidden cache - thongs, tights and leotards. Tommy cried at one point, realizing there was no going back now. Pete began teasing him, knowing that the intense humiliation was really getting the boy off.
And it did. Tommy couldn't deny the raging hard-on that was tenting the front of his leotard. The humiliation and arousal built on each other like a feedback loop. The more Tommy suffered, the more he enjoyed it, and the more he wanted.
And now Tommy was about to live out one of the humiliating fantasies he had unwittingly spilled to his roommate in that chat room. Dressed like a little sissy, he knelt before these two masculine, fully dressed guys. Kneeling like a little cocksucker. "What do you need, sissyboy?" Pete asked. He already knew the answer.
"I need to suck cock, Sir," Tommy said, his voice cracking with nerves.
"Well, this is your lucky day," Pete said. "You have two real men to service. Now get to work!" With that, he pushed Tommy's head into his crotch, and the boy went to work opening Pete's jeans. Jake took out his own cock and slapped Tommy's face with it, chuckling. Tommy closed his eyes and groaned. But before he could say anything, Pete had stuffed the boy's mouth full.
Tommy had sucked cock before - furtive fumblings with other high-school boys. They would come quickly, after just a few licks and thrusts. There was never any roughness, never any name-calling like he'd fantasized about.
But this time...! Pete took two handfuls of Tommy's shaggy hair and immediately began fucking the sissy's face. "Suck it, bitch!" he hissed, as Tommy gagged slightly on the long, thick cock pushing farther down his throat.
"Let me get some of that," Jake said, pulling Tommy off Pete's cock and on to his own. Jake's cock was shorter than Pete's, but much thicker. It filled the boy's mouth completely, stretching his lips.
Jake and Pete took turns like that for nearly an hour, until drool and pre-cum drenched Tommy's chin and the front of his leotard. Finally, Pete pushed Tommy off his cock, shoving him back so the boy sat on his heels. He and Jake were stroking their cocks furiously now, both slit-eyed and grimacing with arousal. Tommy rubbed his trapped erection through the layers he wore, desperate for release. He looked up at his masters and instinctively opened his mouth, begging.
Volley after volley of thick cream arced through the air, landing on Tommy's face, hair and chest. The degradation and humiliation was right out of one of his jerk-off fantasies, and was enough to send him over the edge. "Come for me, sissy!" Pete taunted, just as Tommy spewed into his tights. The power of his orgasm rocked the boy, and he fell over on his back in ecstasy.
When he came back to earth, Tommy found himself cradled in Pete's strong arms. "Have fun?" Pete asked, grinning. Tommy laughed and nodded a vigorous yes.
"Good!" Pete said. "That was just the beginning. But now," he continued, gesturing toward the messy front of Tommy's pink leotard, "I'd suggest a shower."
Pete and Jake admired Tommy's cute butt as the boy scurried off to the bathroom. They winked at each other as Jake fetched two beers from the fridge.