A small amount of revenge

My Story Time:

Oof, bestie, let me spill the tea on how I went from a salty incel to a locked-up, dripping mess for the trans queens I used to talk mad shit about.

So there I was, hands cuffed, kneeling in some boujee dungeon—think American Horror Story but with way more glitter—when she walks in. The trans girl I used to troll online, calling her every slur in the book. And let me tell you, karma came hard. She was stacked—tall, curves for days, and the kind of dick that made mine look like a baby carrot.

She smirked, flicking her nails. "Aww, look who’s blushing. Bet you didn’t think your ‘alpha male’ ass would end up whimpering for my cock, huh?" My stomach dropped as she dragged her heel over my crotch, making me gasp. "Pathetic," she purred, squeezing my chin. "You spent all that time hating us, and now? You’re gonna beg to suck me off."

I tried to clap back, but my voice cracked—yikes—and she just laughed. "Cute." Next thing I knew, she was shoving her cock between my lips, forcing me to taste what real dick felt like. And the worst part? I moaned. Full simp mode.

The other girls circled, mocking my tiny dick, painting my nails, forcing me to repeat how "trans women are superior." Humiliation burned, but so did the heat between my legs. When she finally made me cum—hands tied, a pink collar around my neck—I sobbed.

Period. They owned me now.