Boy Now Sissy Pt. 03

Eric was smiling down at Brad, who was on his knees worshiping his cock. "We're gonna have some fun and there's gonna be some changes!"
'What changes? What kind of change?' Brad thought, but at that time, he didn't care. All he cared about was having Eric's cock in his mouth, making him cum.
Brad took him deeply in his throat, as deep as he could; then, slowly pulled him in and out of his mouth, running his tongue around his crown, massaging his balls with his hand. He picked up the pace, faster and faster; Brad felt Eric grow bigger and swell-- he knew he was about to get a treat. Eric grabbed back of Brad's head, shoved his cock down his throat, holding him there as cum shot out, coating his gullet. Brad took it all, not wasting a drop, then pulled out Eric's cock, licked his lips, and looked up at Eric, giving him a big smile.
Eric said, "That's a good bitch. Now, go see what Daddy bought you."
"Yes, daddy," was Brad's reply; he got up off his knees, and walked over towards the table.
Brad looked inside one bag, and started pulling out some women's workout clothes. In the bag were pairs of tight short shorts in pink, purple, and bright green, with matching sports-bra tops, and some pink sneakers.
Brad looked over at Eric, and said, "I can't wear this stuff to the gym."
"Not your old gym, you might not be able to, but you just started a new gym today and you'll fit right in," Eric replied, with a grin. "Keep looking."
Brad looked inside another bag-- it was from a sex shop. It had a butt plug and another weird device in it. Brad picked up the device, and looked at it. "What's this for?"
"Well, that's to keep your little itty-bitty weenie under control. I know my cock makes you all happy and horny, but we don't need that little bump sticking out in your cute, little panties, and you shooting cum everywhere, while I'm pounding you with my cock, so... you're going to lock yourself X up."
"I don't know about this. This is a little much a little much."
"You wanna make and keep daddy happy, don't you?" Eric gave Brad a stern look. Eric walked over, put his arm around Brad. "I know you wanna keep daddy happy." Eric slipped his hand down, and gave Brad's ass a smack and a firm squeeze.
"I know you want to be good. You're thinking too much. Daddy will tell you what to say, what to think and do. Daddy tells you and you'll get all Ayrancı travesti the cock you want. Don't you wanna keep being Daddy's little toy? You can just say no, quit, and walk away; I'll just send the video and the pictures I got, to every contact in your phone. Oh yeah, I copied them all to mine."
Brad knew if the video and the pictures got out, he would be ruined. Brad looked down at the ground, and quietly said, "Yes, I wanna keep daddy happy."
"That's a good bitch. Drop your shorts and panties for daddy. Let's get you all set."
Eric took the cage out of the package, to let Brad get a good look at it. "Down right now, you put it on. I don't want you to do this, unless you really want to."
Brad went over, and took it from Eric. As he did, he saw Eric had his phone out. 'I got no choice,' he thought, as he put the pink cage over his little cock, and locked it in place.
"That's a good bitch, now give me the key. That's a good sissy. I'll let you unlock yourself every night for a shower, and then the cage goes back on your little weenie."
"Yes, daddy," Brad answered.
"Now, pick up that butt plug, lube it up and put it in your tight pussy. That's where it stays all of the time, unless instructed otherwise," Eric explained, as he turned the plug on to a low vibration with his phone.
"Things are gonna change. You have a new routine-- every morning, you wake up, give me a blowjob, you wear panties. Every day, you can go to school in your boy clothes for now, but after class, you come straight home and change. I will be here waiting for you. At that time, you put on something sexy, and I'll fuck your brains out; then you'll go to the gym. Friday night, you start your new job."
"New job? What new job?" Brad asked.
"You will see Wednesday night. I found something more suited for you. I got some new clothes coming to you this week."
Brad was a little scared, but also excited, wondering what clothes he would have to wear next.
Eric's voice snapped Brad out of his thoughts. "Go put your things away, and put this on." He tossed him a bag. "It's almost kick-off time."
Brad gathered up the rest of his new things, and put them away in the bedroom; then he looked in the bag. There was a very short crop-top, a pink football jersey, a black micro-skirt, and a bright pink g-string. Brad slipped them all on, Ayrancı travestileri and looked at himself in the mirror. 'I look kinda cute in a slutty kinda way.'
"You ready yet, bitch!" Eric yelled.
"I'm coming."
"That's my sexy little bitch, grab me a beer, and come sit on daddy's lap."
Brad did as he was told. He was sitting there on Eric's lap, with Eric's arm around him, telling him he was a good bitch.
It was late in the fourth quarter, Eric's team was way ahead. "I am going to make a killing. Get down on your knees, daddy wants a blowjob."
Brad slipped down to the floor, flipped Eric's shorts down, releasing his cock, and started to suck. Brad was just getting into it when he heard the door open, and in walked the guys.
"Hey guys, how was the weekend? You want a turn? I am almost done."
X said, "That didn't take long."
"What can I say? Magic dick!" Eric laughed.
X passed, but Skills was all about it, "Hell, mouth is a mouth, and it's a white bitch."
A few minutes later, Eric filled Brad's mouth, then told him to take care of Skills.
Brad was shocked, scared, but he slowly crawled over to Skills, who already had his cock out, stroking it. Sheepishly, Brad slid his mouth down over it. It was just as long but not as thick as Eric's. After a few more minutes, he had a good rhythm going, and Skills exploded.
"Damn, she has a hot mouth; shit, I might have to hit that again sometime."
Brad just sat on the floor, licking the cum off his lips.
"Get up, get to bed, bitch. Time for me to fuck you," Eric fired off.
Once in bed, Eric fucked Brad hard and long, dumping two huge loads in him. When done, Brad lay in bed, with just the jersey on, and snuggled up on Eric's chest, with an arm around him.
In the morning, Brad started his new routine-- morning blowjob, then a shower, then a thong underneath baggy sweats, and off to school he went. After school, it was change into his tight short shorts or leggings, and off to the gym.
When he walked into the gym, he noticed it was mostly Black men lifting weights, and on the other side, it was feminine-looking guys.
The guys looked at him like a piece of meat. A guy named Ty came up to him, and said, "You must be Eric's new girl. We have a routine mapped out for you to get you all shaped and toned. After every workout, Travesti Ayrancı you will tan."
For the next three days, it was wake up, blowjob, school, fuck, workout, fuck, and fuck some more. Brad was looking forward to starting the new job on Wednesday, to give him some time away from Eric.
On Wednesday, after the gym, Eric picked up Brad and drove him to a little club Brad had never heard of, 'The Deep Tickle'. Inside, it was a good-sized, clean place with a few small stages with poles, and a big dance floor with DJ booth tables throughout.
"Hey, Rachel, got your new waitress here!"
"Not bad, Eric, she got any skills?"
"Oh, she got great skills, but those are for a different club, haha. She has waitressed before."
"Perfect." Rachel tossed Brad a pink crop-top shirt; it said, 'Deep Tickle' on it. "Your uniform," Rachel said, "you wear this shirt, a short skirt with leggings or short shorts, and shoes. I recommend something comfortable."
Brad looked around, and saw this was what all the girls, or rather sissies, were wearing.
"Hey Jasmine, this is B, a new girl. Show her the ropes."
Jasmine took Brad to a back room to get changed; she was nice. "We are your basic rainbow club. Flirt, let them get a little hands-on, it gets you better tips. Anything else, you do after hours away from here. There are some dancers, but we are not strippers. You will work Wednesday to Sunday, got it?"
"Yes," Brad or B said.
"Well, let's get to it."
So for the next three weeks, it was fucking, school, gym, work, and fucking. Brad had gotten used to the new schedule, his new life. The cage was getting less painful; the gym workouts were paying off, as his ass and everything else was getting in shape and getting toned. He actually thought he looked kinda hot-- his hair had grown out some, being it was over a month since his last cut. The girls at work were nice and helpful. Brad was still trying to figure out how to get out of this mess, hoping Eric would get bored. But that seemed like pipe dream because every night, Eric would fuck him long and hard, take what he wanted, to leave him stretched and full. But Brad was feeling some pride in this, knowing he was getting him off. Brad was also torn because he did cum everytime Eric's huge black cock was deep in him stretching him and it did feel so amazing.
Then one Monday morning, after his morning feeding of cum, Eric looked in his eyes, and said, "I got to go away for a few days to take care of some shit, but there will be eyes on you, so don't get any ideas; I will be checking in. That afternoon, after school, there was no Eric. Could this be it-- the chance to break free?