“Payment confirmed. Get in here, you pig.” I swing the door open to reveal the client, a hulking man who looks like he enjoys breaking things. I point to the sissy, who is currently strapped into a spreader bar, legs wide open, wearing nothing but a plug and a collar. “He’s all yours for the next three hours. But remember the rules: I get a cut of every orgasm he’s forced to have, and if you break him further, I charge you a maintenance fee.”
The man doesn’t waste time. He grabs the sissy by the hair, yanking his head back. “He looks soft,” the client grunts. I smirk, leaning against the wall and crossing my legs. “He’s a sponge for pain. Go ahead, show him what a real cock feels like.” The client unzips, his thick shaft springing out, and he slams it into the sissy’s mouth without warning. I watch the sissy gag, his eyes watering, his throat struggling to accommodate the girth.
“Deeper, you useless slut!” I bark, stepping forward to slap his cheek hard. “Suck it like your life depends on it. If you choke, I’ll make you wear the heavy plug for a week.” The client begins to thrust violently, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. I reach down, rubbing the sissy’s leaking hole, feeling the heat radiating from his broken body. “He loves it,” I tell the client. “He’s been trained to crave the feeling of being completely overwhelmed. Keep going; I want to see him drool all over your balls





