Mr. Lastover’s final test for my social experiment of seeing how it was like to be a woman came at the end of a long summer break.
I hadn’t seen him for a while and out of the blue he called to say he had finished marking my work and that I should come over to collect the result.
As I got to the house, there were five unfamiliar cars in the driveway. I started to get nervous.
He told me to sit on the couch and a couple of minutes later he came out with a camera and tripod, set it up, hit record, and sat back on a chair nearby.
He yelled: “Come on boys, he’s all yours.”
Out came five massive black men, dressed in underwear and t-shirts. I knew that this was Mr. Lastover’s final examination for me and it was going to be the hardest thing I’d ever had to do.
The five men used my tiny body as if it was a plastic sex doll. They threw me around, gagged me with their cocks, pounded my boy cunt to oblivion, and covered me in cum.
I was ruined. It took a week for me to recover in bed from the gangbang and it left an indelible message in my brain: I am a sissy slave, here to serve cocks and horny men.