I feel myself being folded in two, a cock pushes slowly at my hole, and then suddenly, all at once, is inside of me. It doesn't hurt, like I thought it would. Instead, I moan with pleasure.
Hands grabs me, a hand fondles my package, already much smaller and continuing to diminish. More will change in me before the end of the night.
There's a cock in my mouth, then another. I'm drenched in swear and cum, and piss I think. I do not know. I am lightheaded. I feel drunk and drugged. I giggle. I am drunk and drugged.
I notice that I do not have body hair anymore. I am smooth as a baby. I feel like I am watching someone else, as I am slowly being changed into the absolute faggot.
At some point someone puts a chastity cage over my newly tiny cock. I dont complain, dont stop it. I exist for the pleasure of others.
The night continues and I am lost in a sea of cocks and hands. At some point everyone at the party had a turn, and they start taking seconds, then thirds. My new mind start already to memorize the shape of their cocks, how they each like to be serviced.
Eventually one of my brother goes to sleep, and then another, and soon it's just me awake among a bunch of sleeping men. I feel calm. I feel horny. My hands slide on my new, smooth body, sticky from the night's adventure. I grasp my cage with one hand, and rub my new bubble ass with the other. Soon my fingers find my hole, permanently lubrified, always ready to be fucked.
I push them inside, rub my dick, moan as I try to cum from the action. No luck. I didnt expect much, but I had to try. It seems that everything they said was right. I can now only cum when I get the permission of a real man.
I let that thought swirls in my head a bit, trying to decipher what emotion it elicits in me. I'm not sure. It feels right tho.
I look at all my sleeping brother, wondering for a bit if I should find a place to lay down. But I'm not sleepy. I remember then that I'll never be sleepy again. One of the drug ensured that. From now on, they said, whenever I am not servicing one of my brother I am to clean the house and make myself useful.
I look at my sleeping brother, my eyes lingering on their cocks. My hole twitches, and I wish one of them was awake to fuck me again. But I shouldn't be selfish, this is not about me.
I step delicately around them, until I find my way to the basement, and start doing laundry. Once in a while, unable to stop myself, I bring my nose to one of the dirty underwear or sock that is laying there. It brings me calm, focus. I finally found my place.
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