Corey’s good mood lasted for all of two hours, which was about the entire drive.
Because as soon as they arrived at his house, just after letting Emily out at hers, Dominic first ordered him to remain in the car so that he could speak with Corey’s mother privately. From the car, Corey and Liam watched Dominic walk up the short path toward the front door. A moment later Amanda opened it. And the very first thing she did was hug him. Then Dominic followed her inside and the door closed behind them.
“You should fucking deck that bastard,” Liam muttered.
Corey did not answer. He didn't think Liam’s pointless bluster was useful right now. Instead he just sat there staring at the warmly lit windows of his own house while the leather seat creaked softly as Liam shifted beside him.
Outside, the suburban street Corey had grown up in looked beautifully normal. A dog barked somewhere in the distance and a television flickered blue through one of the neighboring windows. Meanwhile Dominic Mercer was inside Corey’s home talking privately with his mother again.
The humiliating thing was that Dominic had not acted threatening during the drive at all. He had just chatted casually with Emily before dropping her off and smiled politely at her parents at the door like some sort of respectable businessman. That somehow made all this feel even worse because it meant this was normal to him. Mercer apparently didn’t feel threatened at all by their plan to not come back on Monday no matter what that fucking contract said. That wasn’t a good sign.
“Dude, your mom was way too fucking happy to see him,” Liam suddenly scoffed beside him.
“Shut up,” Corey muttered back.
“No seriously,” Liam continued. “She hugged him like they’re dating or some shit.”
“Or some shit...” Corey repeated, his voice low.
The front door opened again and both instinctively straightened in their seats. Dominic stepped back outside first, one hand calmly adjusting the cuff of his dark coat, while Amanda followed him onto the porch. Then she hugged him again. Dominic rested one hand against her upper back while she said something Corey could not hear through the closed windows. A second later Amanda actually laughed.
Corey felt heat crawl slowly up the back of his neck. What the fuck was so funny? Then Dominic walked back down the path toward the car while Amanda remained standing in the doorway watching him leave. Corey opened the door on his side and stepped out immediately. He said nothing to Dominic even as he said “Goodbye Corey,” wearing an infuriatingly confident smile.
Before closing the car door again, Corey called to Liam, “We’re still gonna see Justin and Ben later?”
“Yeah,” Liam answered. “If they’ve got time,” he added. That they had been so completely isolated for five days from their former lives was disconcerting to Liam. He had no idea what Justin and Ben had been doing, could be doing, or had planned.
Then the Maybach pulled away from the curb and Corey went to his mother, receiving her deep hug without complaint.
Corey stepped inside and immediately smelled home again. Laundry detergent, his mom’s cheap candles and yesterday’s dinner. Amanda took a deep breath of his hair and said, “It’s so good to have you home, sweetie. And you smell good, so fruity.”
He grimaced at her comment, he was sure she hadn’t meant it like that. Before he did anything else, even before he decided whether to continue arguing with her, Corey got out a plate and started loading it up with all the bullshit he had missed so dearly. A cold pepperoni pizza from the fridge. Some leftover McDonald’s fries his mom or sister must’ve brought home earlier, along with some chicken nuggets. A couple mozzarella sticks Amanda had reheated at some point and then forgotten about again.
Finally he had some normal food, not yogurt bowls, fruit slices, and tiny portions carefully arranged to keep sissies slim. He grabbed a Coke from the fridge too.
Then footsteps came quickly down the stairs. Olivia appeared in the hallway wearing oversized pajama pants and one of Corey’s old hoodies. The moment she saw him her face lit up.
“There she is,” she giggled.
“Fuck off,” Corey muttered immediately.
Olivia only laughed harder. “So?” she asked, now more seriously, as she began putting on shoes. “How’s dad?”
“She, I mean he,” Corey began before correcting himself. “He’s fine. It’s fine!”
“Alright,” Olivia said, and then disappeared out of the house. He had the distinct feeling Olivia didn’t want to be here for the rest of that argument. An argument that he now started up again. He turned to his mother.
“I wanna break the contract.”
Amanda’s expression immediately tightened. “Mr. Mercer told me you might say that.”
Corey stared at her. “That fucker told you that?”
“Yes sweetie. He said the first week is usually emotionally difficult,” his mother answered without looking at him.
“Emotionally difficult!?” Corey repeated incredulously. “Mom, the sissies there are guys. They’re literally training them to get fucked by men. By him.”
Amanda’s expression hardened immediately at his tone. “And what exactly is so terrible about being the receiving part?” she asked sharply.
“What!?” Corey burst out, disbelieving his ears.
“You and Liam illegally gambled away eleven thousand dollars, Corey. Eleven thousand. Do you have any idea how much fucking money that is?” his mother continued, talking ever faster. “And it’s not like we can go to the police without issue.”
Now it was Corey’s turn to be unable to meet her eyes.
“No,” Amanda continued angrily, “you’re gonna stay, young man! It’s only three months and no ‘receiving’ will be happening in that time, I’ve been told.” She barked a harsh laugh at his disbelieving look. “Yeah, Mercer told me that too. Do you think I’m stupid? But this is a new time and age and Terrence seems to have arranged himself to... Or Tiffany now I guess.” After a few seconds she snapped, “Good for her!”
“Mom, I...” Corey began, only to be interrupted again.
“We can’t afford eleven thousand dollars and a lawsuit, Corey. We just can’t. He also told me that after the three months you can leave the program completely if you want to. No one is forcing you to stay there forever. And to be honest perhaps this is a good punishment in the meantime, not just in regards to the money.”
“Mom, they’ve got my dad walking around in heels and dresses,” Corey tried one last time.
Amanda’s expression shifted slightly. “Tiffany made her own decisions,” she answered carefully. “And frankly your father was unhappy long before Dominic Mercer came into his life. You know he crossdressed in my things, he was never as careful as he thought.”
Corey could barely believe what he was hearing anymore. “You seriously fucking want me going back there?”
Amanda rubbed tiredly at her forehead. “I want my son safe. I don’t want collectors showing up at my house. I don’t want a lawsuit. And above all I don’t want police involvement, for Lianne’s sake too. She’s still not clean, you know, and that new man of hers is not good for her, I tell you.” Lianne was Liam’s troubled mother, whose presence in her son’s life was sporadic at best, forcing his stepfather to deal with Liam most of the time.
Not long after Corey found himself stewing in his room, sitting in front of his monitor, eating his fast food as he looked for a YouTube video. But really, he had something else in mind. A thought had been incubating since Wednesday. A forbidden thought that disgusted him, but one that hadn’t left him since. On Wednesday, they had been introduced to a site called Sissy Social Premium as part of their “curriculum,” if you could call it that. It was Mercer’s personal porn site, and the thought that hadn’t left Corey since, but also a thought he hadn’t been willing to truly acknowledge, was that he might be able to find videos of Jessica on that site too.
He had been unwilling to acknowledge that thought so far only because he had not had any opportunity to act on it, he now noticed. Because as soon as he found himself in front of his PC again, the possibility that videos of Jessica could be out there somewhere on the internet, waiting for him, was intolerable.
Soon enough he gave in, the now empty plate beside the monitor. He checked whether his mother was anywhere near the door to his room and then typed in Sissy Social Premium. The initial site that popped up was the free version, as it turned out, but it functioned more as a general social media platform that allowed pornography and specialized in sissy pornography. But when he clicked on the premium option he found himself confronted with a very expensive subscription service. For a whopping 30 dollars a month Corey would have access to any and all videos Mercer and others had ever uploaded to his site.
“So this is why he does it,” Corey realized, outraged. “30 fucking dollars a month!? No wonder the fucker’s so rich.”
But Corey was actually wrong. The real reason for both the paywall and its high cost was that Dominic had wanted to have his cake and eat it too. He wanted to publicly humiliate his sissies and let them know videos of their sissification were out there on the internet, simply searchable. But at the same time he actually could not just upload them anywhere because his semi-legal system only worked as long as the sissies, and especially their families, remained isolated from each other and unaware of the sheer scale of the whole project.
If too many eyes eventually landed on Dominic’s hobby, everything could easily spiral out of control. It was easy to overwhelm a single family with legal threats, stipend payments, and enforced NDAs. But if they ever began finding each other on a broader scale, then they could begin to exchange whatever unique information each had on Mercer and the program. Class action lawsuits, instead of easily beatable individual lawsuits, were the almost certain next consequence. And there the many families, sissies, and others affected by Mercer’s hobby could back each other’s stories, help each other’s financial woes, and collapse Mercer’s entire empire.
So he had decided that much of his sissification hobby would remain behind a very high paywall to keep most people away. And every now and then a single video could spill out into the broader internet and find its way to a sissy’s former friends or colleagues, if Dominic felt like it. And despite the high subscription cost, the Mercer Foundation, which ran his little sissy pet project, still operated at a loss. Sissification was an expensive hobby after all. That was what Dominic treated it as. A hobby, not a business. The business was Mercer & Bockton Capital Group, and from that he made more than enough money to pay for his little side project.
By now Corey had already subscribed to the service, adding another 30 dollars to his 11 thousand dollar debt, and was now scrolling through the plethora of scenes, models, and categories. As he scrolled down the models category he found Jessica soon enough. Clicking on her profile picture revealed a curated montage of her entire sissification through photos and videos. Not knowing exactly where to start he simply clicked on her account trailer.
Dominic made sure such trailers were recorded for every sissy of his on Sissy Social Premium. Their purpose was less to let the viewer get to know the real sissy and more to have the sissy act as though she, in the end, agreed with her sissification, that she deserved it.
The video opened with soft piano music and slow cinematic shots of the Mercer mansion. Its hallways, chandeliers, manicured hedges outside. Then she appeared, at first only in brief flashes.
Jessica sitting in front of a mirror while Maddy curled her hair.
Jessica adjusting her lipstick carefully.
Jessica crossing her legs elegantly in a tiny black skirt that revealed parts of her tiny balls.
Jessica bent over slightly while a corset was tightened around her waist from behind.
Eventually the montage faded into Jessica sitting on a black leather casting couch, and to Corey she looked absurdly hot. Platinum blonde hair fell in perfectly straight waves over her shoulders. Her legs were crossed femininely at the knees and she wore a tight pale pink sweaterdress that hugged her narrow waist and emphasized the curve of her breasts. Long glossy red nails rested against one bare thigh while she casually let the nude heel dangle from her right foot.
Her feet, of course, caught Corey’s eyes almost immediately. They looked sweetly soft and small. The nude heels framed them perfectly, glossy painted white toenails peeking teasingly over the edge while the slight flex of her crossed foot shifted the dangling shoe lazily back and forth. Even through the screen he could tell she probably spent a ridiculous amount of time maintaining them. Lotion, pedicures, massages. Whatever else Dom’s sissies had to do for their feet.
Then, quite suddenly, Corey snapped himself out of it again and told himself, “I don’t have a fucking foot fetish,” for probably the hundredth time in his life. “And especially not for the feet of a sissy,” he added quickly in his own mind. He forced his eyes upward again toward her tits like a normal guy instead.
Jessica herself looked almost bored. “Comfortable?” a deep, calm male voice asked from somewhere behind the camera. With a shudder Corey recognized it as Mercer’s.
Jessica rolled her eyes slightly. “I’m wearing shapewear, heels, and a corset, daddy. Define comfortable.”
Dominic chuckled softly offscreen, and Corey felt a strong pleasurable pulse shoot into his dick. “She called him daddy,” he thought mesmerized for a moment. For some reason that little detail was incredibly hot for him.
“How long have you been with the Foundation now, Jessica?” Dominic now asked.
Jessica tilted her head slightly, thinking. “Three years officially, I think. Honestly at this point it all kind of blends together,” she answered.
Dominic chuckled again and Corey thought he understood why he let her get away with that. It was cute but ultimately harmless. He didn’t think she was capable of any real disrespect toward Dominic.
“And were you happy before?”
Jessica immediately snorted softly. “Oh god, no.”
Corey frowned slightly, it was a trained answer he assumed. One she had to give.
“And now?” Dominic asked from offscreen.
Jessica shrugged lightly, though Corey noticed the tiny unconscious way her fingers smoothed the hem of her dress while she spoke. “Now I actually like looking at myself.” She tilted one heel lazily through the air. “Most days.”
“Mhm, only most days?” Dominic asked.
Jessica rolled her eyes again. “I still have to spend like two hours per day maintaining all this.” She gestured vaguely toward herself. “Do you know how exhausting it is being your perfect little sissy fuck doll?”
Now Corey was rock hard. The way she answered questions, very probably trained, was just so fucking hot to him. Her voice alone was ridiculously hot to him. Soft and feminine obviously, but not in the overly sweet way Madison sounded. Jessica always sounded slightly annoyed even while flirting.
“Incredible that this was a guy at some point,” Corey thought, shaking his head.
But the hottest part was not how she said things, but what she said. This mix of challenge and humiliation.
“Do you know how exhausting it is.” Like she expected Dominic to appreciate the effort she put into herself. Which was followed almost immediately by her calling herself his “perfect little sissy fuck doll.” Like she had completely accepted her subjugation to him.
Corey could not help but imagine what it would feel like to have sex with her. What it would feel like to have her talk to him during the act. Pretty, mean, needy and high maintenance. And above all completely aware of how attractive she was. Then an image of Emily forced itself into his mind and shame began filling him almost immediately. Did this count as cheating? He had watched porn before and never thought about that... And that had been real girls, not sissies. Something was different now, he just couldn’t yet put his finger on it.
“That’s bullshit,” he eventually decided. “If anything, that she’s a sissy means it’s even less cheating than normal porn.” While that thought now closed one hole, it opened another. Did that mean he was gay? “No, no,” he told himself, “she’s a sissy, not really a guy anymore... if she ever was.”
On the screen meanwhile Dominic was asking, “You enjoy being pretty though.”
Jessica smirked slightly. “Well obviously, it’s not like you’ve left me much of a choice anyway.”
“And you also enjoy being my little owned sissy slut?” Dominic suddenly asked, his tone having changed somewhat. It sounded more charged. Obviously he was getting horny.
Jessica looked directly into the camera for the first time. “You won. I lost... Daddy.”
“Such a good sissygirl,” he said, his voice low. Then, in the next moment, Dominic himself was in the screen and offered her his hand to help her up. She took it.
Not long after Corey found himself beating off to Jessica, prettily down on her knees, giving Dominic a warmup blowjob directly next to the couch. Her technique was immaculate, Corey, as the consummate porn consumer, could tell. Her ice blue eyes were making direct eye contact with Mercer who had his fly down and cock out as he stood there like a conqueror, enjoying his spoils of war. Her tongue swirled expertly around the head before every few seconds she relaxed her throat completely and took the entire length down smoothly, one manicured hand resting lightly against his thigh for balance.
Her ruined lipstick was slowly spreading around her mouth. A slight watery shine was gathering in her eyes from deepthroating him. Her platinum blonde hair was spilling over one shoulder while she gagged softly around Dominic’s cock. And despite how disheveled she already looked, she looked beautiful.
Whoever was behind the camera was doing an excellent job as well. The angles constantly emphasized Jessica’s femininity. So shots lingered close to her lashes fluttering upward, her tongue stud glinting wetly against Dominic’s shaft, the dribble running down her chin.
“Take my entire cock down your throat and pull your sweaterdress up,” Dominic ordered calmly from above her. “Show them the difference between a cock and a clitty.”
Jessica obeyed immediately.
One hand slid beneath the hem of the pale pink sweaterdress and slowly pulled it upward until it bunched around her narrow waist, exposing her smooth pale thighs, white lace panties, and beneath them the small flat outline of her cage and tiny, clearly atrophied balls. Jessica glanced briefly toward the camera as Dominic’s cock rested deep in her throat. And for only a moment Corey spotted, for the first time in the entire video, genuine, deep shame in her eyes. But it was gone as soon as he had spotted it.
Then Dominic pushed deeper and she gagged softly around him, her thighs trembling slightly against the floor.
And Corey came almost immediately after that... Seconds later reality began returning, and now he was sitting there, breathing unevenly, one hand sticky while the video continued to play in front of him.
The first thought that entered his mind was bizarrely humiliating. “Dominic was still going strong and I didn’t even make it through the blowjob.” For a few more seconds Corey continued to stare blankly at the screen while Jessica kept obediently sucking Dominic off with practiced little noises and ruined lipstick.
Then a more important thought crashed into his mind, now that he could think more clearly again. “What the fuck have I just done?” His stomach twisted in physical reaction to his humiliation. He had just spent 30 dollars on a fucking sissy porn subscription. He had added thirty more dollars to his debt, and for what? To jerk off to a guy... even if Jessica looked nothing like one.
Jessica who had once been some random poor devil herself once, and now knelt in dresses sucking cock online while Corey beat off alone in his bedroom, to her, like some fucking loser. “God fucking dammit,” he muttered quietly to himself.
Corey immediately clicked into his account settings on Sissy Social Premium and frantically disabled automatic renewal before he could think too hard about it. There, at least that was done. Though of course he still had full access for the next thirty days, and he knew he probably would return often to this site in these thirty days, only to leave ashamed every single time.
About an hour later, Corey was walking through their neighborhood toward Liam’s place. The afternoon traffic hummed along the avenue, horns sounding every few blocks while a siren wailed somewhere farther downtown. The plan was simple. He would pick up Liam first, then they would head together to Ben’s house, where Justin also waited.
Liam opened the door before Corey even knocked, and one look told Corey everything. Liam’s jaw was clenched so tightly it looked painful. His eyes were dark with anger, and he stepped outside without a greeting.
“Hey,” Corey said cautiously. “So you also didn’t get out of it?”
Liam just responded with a grunt. After a good minute of walking down the sidewalk in silence, he finally muttered, “That fucking bastard’s got everyone wrapped around his finger.”
“Hank?” Corey asked. Hank was Liam’s stepfather.
In answer Liam just barked out a humorless laugh. But after a while he began to explain. “What happened? I got home and that fucking bastard made me wait in the fucking car too while he talked to Hank privately.”
“And?”
Liam shoved both hands deeper into the pockets of his hoodie. “Get this, they already knew each other.”
Corey frowned slightly. “What?”
“Yeah.” Liam glanced bitterly at Corey. “Apparently Hanky-boy knew who Mercer was before any of this.”
That actually surprised Corey. “How?”
Liam shrugged angrily. “I dunno. I didn’t ask, so whatever.” He kicked an empty bottle lying near the curb hard enough for it to clatter into the street. “Point is, Hank’s getting fucking paid and I think he’s scared of him.”
Corey looked at Liam as they walked. “Shit, so what’d he tell you?”
“He told me not to fuck with Mercer.”
“That’s it?” Corey asked. He knew Hank wasn’t one for words.
“Pretty much.” Liam shook his head. “I tried talking about the contract and Hank just shut me down immediately. Told me Mercer’s lawyers would fuck us dead if we tried anything.” He looked away. “Then he basically told me to stop whining and finish the three months.”
Corey grimaced. “That’s fucked.”
Liam didn’t answer, and after a few moments decided to change the subject. He hadn’t yet given it too much thought how he would get out of it without doing the whole three months, but he was determined to get out of it. Liam glanced sideways at Corey and grinned. “You jerk off yet?”
Corey laughed. “What?”
“Come on dude. Five fucking days locked up in cages with no porn and no jerking off?” Liam shook his head. “There’s no way you didn’t.”
“Shut the fuck up. Don’t ask that shit,” Corey said, but he couldn’t help but grin. Liam was perceptive in his own way, not really in any useful sense, but he certainly was perceptive when it didn’t matter.
Liam kept laughing quietly while they crossed the street. “I’m serious though,” he continued. “That whole thing was fucking me up by like Wednesday already.”
Corey nodded slightly. “Yeah.”
“The worst part is there wasn’t even a way around it,” Liam said, growing irritated again just by thinking of having to repeat that next week. “Even those little uncaged windows in the morning don’t help because what the fuck are you supposed to do? Beat off in the shower next to a bunch of naked dudes? And you know I’m not gay,” Liam muttered, almost defensively.
A few minutes later they arrived at Ben’s place, where Justin was already waiting outside smoking a cigarette while scrolling through his phone.
“There they are,” Justin grinned as the two approached. “The prodigal gambling addicts return.”
“Fuck you,” Liam answered grinning.
Ben meanwhile had stepped out onto the porch behind Justin and immediately burst out laughing the second he saw Corey walking up the driveway.
“What?” Corey asked instinctively.
Ben pointed at him while laughing harder, then said, “That’s some zesty ass walk you got there, man.”
Justin nearly choked laughing too. Corey immediately felt heat flood his face, and Liam glanced at Corey. He became suddenly horribly aware of himself. The way he was standing. The angle of his hips. The unconscious sway in his steps from only a week there.
“Oh fuck off,” he muttered quickly.
Meanwhile, across town, Emily Baker was lying on her bed smiling down at her phone. Because unlike Corey and Liam, Emily was actually looking forward to tomorrow. Her bedroom looked exactly like it always had. Posters on the walls, some fairy lights around the mirror, and her typical pile of clothes draped over the desk chair.
Emily shifted onto her stomach and kicked her feet lazily behind her while scrolling through clothing stores on her phone. Skirts, some sweaters, boots and heels, makeup, jewelry. Things that she personally had never cared too much about before Mercer. She had never really considered herself such a girly girl.
But this was different, because this time she wasn’t looking for herself. She was looking for Corey.
She knew Corey was with his dumbass friends right now. She remembered them from school. Liam was alright, but Ben and Justin had always been such morons. She knew he was with them because she was texting him as she looked for clothes he could try out tomorrow. She was trying to convince him to go with her, ideally without much blackmail, since she wanted him to have fun as well. Sure, she liked teasing and humiliating him a bit, but she loved him too and thought this might be a great bonding experience for them.
But increasingly it looked as though she had to bring out the big guns. The picture she had taken last Sunday of Corey, when they first arrived at the mansion. The one where Jessica had just done his makeup. She liked looking at it, Corey’s expression caught somewhere between embarrassment and nervousness while soft lipstick and eyeliner transformed his face into something much prettier than he could ever admit.
Emily bit her lip slightly while looking at it again. He really looked cute like that.
Then she sent it, captioning it: “You’re coming to the mall with me tomorrow btw, here’s proof 😂”
The typing bubble, that told her Corey was responding, appeared almost instantly.
Corey: u wouldnt
Emily: Try me 😇
Corey: fu but fine
Before she could respond at all he added a second message.
Corey: im not trying on anything tho
Emily stared at the message for a moment before slowly smiling again.
Emily: We’ll see 🥰
But she already knew that he would definitely be trying things on for her.