Straight Friend Turns Me into His Sissy Clit Bottom

Felix had spent the entire week with his phone buzzing like a live wire in his pocket. Nadia’s nudes arrived in steady waves—close-ups of her full tits pressed together, her fingers spreading her pussy for the camera, short clips of her grinding against a pillow while she bit her lip and typed filthy promises. Every night Felix jerked off to them in his downstairs apartment, shooting thick ropes across his stomach and still waking up hard, still aching. Tonight the final message had landed just after eleven: Sorry babe, not feeling it. Maybe another time. No explanation. Just a soft rejection that left his balls throbbing, heavy and blue, his thick white cock twitching against the front of his sweatpants with nowhere to go.

He paced the short hallway of his place for twenty minutes, jaw tight, before the frustration won. Gideon lived right upstairs. Twenty-four, quiet, always easy to talk to, the kind of friend who never judged when Felix ranted about girls or work. Lately though, something had shifted. Gideon’s eyes lingered a beat too long when Felix stretched after a run, and more than once Felix had caught the older guy adjusting himself when they watched a game together. Felix had shrugged it off—he was straight, after all—but tonight that lingering look felt useful.

He took the stairs two at a time and knocked hard. Gideon opened the door barefoot in soft gray shorts and an old t-shirt, dark hair still damp from a shower. Twenty-four years old and already looking soft and ready, though he didn’t know why yet. The second he saw Felix’s face he stepped back to let him in.

“You look wrecked,” Gideon said, voice low.

Felix shut the door behind him and didn’t bother with small talk. “Nadia edged me all fucking week and then ghosted. My balls are killing me. I need your mouth and I need your ass. Right now.”

Gideon’s breath caught. Heat flooded his chest so fast he felt dizzy. For months he had jacked off to the fantasy of exactly this—Felix’s broad shoulders pinning him down, that straight-guy cock using him without apology. He had never said it out loud. Now the words were just there, blunt and perfect. He nodded once, already sinking to his knees on the living-room carpet.

“Yeah,” he whispered. “Use me.”

Felix shoved his sweatpants down. His cock sprang free, thick and flushed dark at the head, veins standing out along the shaft, balls drawn up tight and swollen from days of denial. It was big, heavy, unmistakably straight-boy meat. Gideon’s mouth watered. He leaned in and wrapped his lips around the tip, tongue swirling under the ridge while he took the first few inches. The taste of clean skin and salt hit him hard. He moaned around it and pushed deeper, throat relaxing as Felix’s hands settled in his hair.

“Fuck, that’s it,” Felix muttered. “Look at you. Straight friend shows up with blue balls and you drop like a trained whore. You been wanting this, haven’t you?”

Gideon’s answer was a wet gag as Felix thrust forward, packing his throat full. Spit slicked the shaft and dripped down Gideon’s chin. He hollowed his cheeks and sucked hard on every pull-back, eyes watering, cock already tenting his shorts. Felix laughed under his breath and yanked him off with a wet pop.

“Take those off. Let me see what you’re working with.”

Gideon scrambled out of his clothes. His own cock slapped up against his stomach—smaller, pinker, already leaking a clear string of precome. Felix stared at it and snorted.

“Jesus. That’s cute. Little thing looks more like a clit than a dick. No wonder you’re on your knees for real cock.”

The words sank straight into Gideon’s gut and twisted into pure heat. He leaned back in and took Felix to the root again, choking himself on purpose, hands braced on thick thighs. Felix fucked his face in short, mean strokes, talking the whole time.

“Suck it like you mean it. You want my load so bad you’ll take it any way I give it. Look at you drooling. Straight guy’s cock and you’re already addicted.”

Gideon pulled off just long enough to rasp, “Please fuck me. I need it. I need your cock in me.”

Felix hauled him up by the hair and shoved him toward the couch. “Lube. Now.”

Gideon fumbled a bottle from the side table—something he’d bought weeks ago and never used on anyone but himself. He coated his fingers, reached back, and started working himself open while Felix watched, stroking that big white cock slow and mean. Two fingers became three. Gideon was panting, hips rocking, his little cock bouncing untouched and dripping onto the cushions.

“Turn around. Face down, ass up.”

Gideon obeyed instantly, chest on the couch, knees spread wide, hole shiny and clenching around nothing. Felix stepped in behind him, rubbed the fat head up and down the slick cleft, then pushed. The stretch burned perfect. Inch after thick inch forced inside until Felix’s hips met Gideon’s ass and that heavy cock was buried to the balls.

“Fucking tight,” Felix groaned. He pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in, setting a hard rhythm that rocked the couch. Every thrust dragged across Gideon’s prostate and made his smaller cock jump and leak. Felix reached around, not to stroke it properly, just to pinch the tip between thumb and finger like he was playing with a clit.

“Look at this useless little clit,” he said, voice rough with pleasure. “Bouncing while a real cock wrecks your hole. Does it feel good when I rub it like this? Bet you could come just from getting fucked and having your clit played with.”

Gideon’s moan cracked into a sob of pure need. “Yes—fuck—call it that again. Please don’t stop.”

Felix kept pounding, free hand still working that tiny slick head in tight circles while his cock split Gideon open over and over. “Your clit. That’s all it is. Little sissy clit that only gets attention when I’m using your ass. You’re gonna come without touching it like a proper girl, aren’t you?”

Gideon was already shaking, prostate lit up, the dual sensation of full stretch and that humiliating rub driving him higher than any regular jerk-off ever had. He pushed back to meet every thrust, babbling yes and please and harder. Felix’s balls slapped wetly against him, still aching from the week of teasing, and every stroke promised release soon—but not yet. He wanted Gideon ruined first.

He leaned down, chest to Gideon’s back, still grinding deep and still pinching that sensitive little clit. “After this you’re wearing what I tell you. Chastity so this tiny thing stays locked. Thongs that show off your hole. Jockstraps so I can fuck you whenever I want without undressing you. You understand? You’re my sissy clit bottom now.”

Gideon’s whole body clenched. The words painted the future so clearly he could already feel the cold metal of a cage, the thin fabric of a thong cutting between his cheeks, the open pouch of a jock leaving him exposed and ready. He nodded frantically against the cushion, voice wrecked.

“Yes, Felix—yours. Make me. Fuck me until I come on your cock like that.”

Felix grinned against the side of his neck and kept driving in, relentless, the wet slap of skin and the filthy slide of lube filling the quiet apartment. He rubbed Gideon’s clit faster, thumb circling the weeping head while his thick cock battered the spot that made Gideon’s vision white out. The tension coiled tighter and tighter in both of them, nowhere near finished, the night only beginning to crack open.

Felix’s hips never slowed. He stayed buried to the root, grinding in tight circles that kept the fat head of his big white cock locked against Gideon’s prostate, then pulled back just far enough to slam home again. The couch creaked under every thrust. Gideon’s smaller cock—already flushed dark and shining with precome—jerked helplessly between his legs, untouched except for the cruel, precise pinching of Felix’s fingers.

“Still so fucking tight,” Felix growled against the shell of Gideon’s ear. He spread his free hand across Gideon’s lower back, pinning him deeper into the cushions so the angle stayed brutal. “Nadia left me blue-balled all week and now your hole is paying for it. Feel that? That’s real cock, sissy. Not that little pink clit flopping around under you.”

Gideon’s answer came out broken, half-sob and half-moan. His knees slid wider on the carpet. Every forward slam shoved the air out of his lungs; every slow drag out made his rim flutter and cling. The stretch burned sweet and constant, the thick shaft spreading him open farther than any of his lonely finger sessions ever had. Heat coiled low in his belly, sharp and electric, and it had nothing to do with his own hand. His cock stayed ignored except for those two fingers working the head like a button.

Felix switched his grip. Instead of pinching he rolled the slick, sensitive tip between thumb and forefinger in tight, wet circles—exactly the way a girl might work her clit when she was close. The motion was deliberate, almost clinical, and it dragged a wrecked cry out of Gideon’s throat.

“There it is,” Felix muttered, voice thick with pleasure and leftover frustration. “Your little clit. Look how it swells up when I rub it right. No balls worth mentioning, no dick worth stroking—just this soft little nub that needs a straight guy’s fingers while he fucks you stupid.” He thrust harder to punctuate every word, balls heavy and swinging, still aching from the week of Nadia’s teasing nudes. “Say it. Tell me what I’m rubbing.”

“My clit,” Gideon gasped, face smashed into the cushion, saliva already darkening the fabric. “It’s my clit—fuck—please keep rubbing my clit.”

“Good sissy.” Felix’s rhythm turned punishing. Skin slapped wet and loud. Lube squelched around the thick white cock splitting Gideon open on every stroke. He kept the circles going, thumb swirling over the leaking slit, smearing the clear fluid down the short shaft and back up again like he was polishing a pearl. “You’re gonna come from this. No touching that useless thing yourself. Just my cock in your ass and my fingers on your clit. Hands-free like a proper little slut.”

Gideon’s whole body started to shake. The dual assault—prostate battered relentlessly, tiny head rubbed without mercy—lit him up from the inside. His cock throbbed in Felix’s fingers but stayed locked out of any real friction; the pleasure stayed humiliatingly indirect, pure and overwhelming. He pushed back to meet every thrust, ass rippling around the invading shaft, hole stretched shiny and pink. Thoughts scattered. All that remained was the thick heat filling him and the degrading, perfect friction on what Felix kept calling his clit.

“I can feel you clamping down,” Felix said, breath hot against Gideon’s neck. He bit the tendon there lightly, then soothed it with his tongue while his hips kept hammering. “You’re close. Gonna cream just from getting fucked and having your clit played with. Do it. Cum from your little clit, sissy.”

The command cracked something open. Gideon’s back arched hard. His smaller cock jerked violently between Felix’s fingers, spitting thick ropes across the couch cushion and down onto the carpet without a single stroke along the shaft. The orgasm ripped through him in long, shaking waves—prostate clenched tight around the big white cock still buried deep, hole fluttering and milking, thighs trembling so hard his knees nearly gave out. He cried out, raw and open, the sound muffled by fabric but still loud enough to fill the apartment. Come kept pulsing, weaker spurts now, while Felix never stopped rubbing that sensitive tip in cruel little circles, dragging the climax out until Gideon was sobbing with overstimulation.

“Fuck yes,” Felix groaned, watching the mess. “Look at that. Came like a girl. Hands free, clit rubbed raw, hole full of straight cock. You’re ruined already.” He kept thrusting through it, slower now but deeper, savoring the way Gideon’s body fluttered and clenched around him. His own balls were drawn up tight, the week of denial screaming for release, but he held back, teeth gritted, determined to keep using the older man a little longer.

Gideon collapsed forward, chest heaving, aftershocks still rippling through him. His cock—softening now, shiny and spent—twitched weakly every time Felix’s fingers brushed it. The thick shaft inside him stayed hard and insistent, stretching him open on every slow roll of hips. He felt turned inside out, hole aching sweetly, mind floating on the filthy words that had carried him over.

Felix finally eased his hand away from the sensitive little clit and braced both palms on Gideon’s hips instead. He fucked him in long, deep strokes, pulling almost free so the flared head caught on the rim before plunging back in to the balls. “Still so greedy,” he muttered. “Even after you came all over yourself. This ass knows what it’s for now.” He reached down again, not to rub this time, just to give the soft, messy cock a dismissive flick with two fingers. “Tiny fucking thing. Gonna look perfect locked up. You’ll wear the cage I pick out, thongs that crawl right up this hole so I can pull them aside whenever I want, jockstraps that leave everything open. My sissy clit bottom. Say it while I fuck you.”

“Your sissy clit bottom,” Gideon whispered, voice wrecked and immediate. He pushed back again, chasing more of that thick stretch even though his prostate was still sparking with leftover sparks. The words tasted right. He could already picture the metal cage cold against his skin, the thin strip of a thong disappearing between his cheeks, the empty pouch of a jock leaving his hole on display every time Felix came upstairs with that same blue-balled frustration.

Felix’s thrusts grew sharper again. Sweat slicked the small of his back. He leaned down, chest to spine, one arm snaking under Gideon’s chest to haul him tighter onto the cock. “Next time you open the door for me you’ll already be locked and plugged. I’ll bend you over just like this, shove the thong aside, and use you until my balls are empty. No more pretending we’re just friends watching the game. You’ll drip for it. You’ll beg for it.”

Gideon moaned agreement, hole fluttering greedily around every inch. His own cock gave another weak twitch against the couch, already trying to fill again under the onslaught of dirty talk and relentless fucking. The apartment smelled like sex and sweat and lube. Outside, the city kept moving; inside, Felix kept claiming him stroke by stroke, big white cock shiny and thick, still not finished.

He pulled almost all the way out, let the head kiss the fluttering rim, then slammed home hard enough to shove Gideon up the cushions. “Not done with you yet,” he promised, voice low and rough. “Gonna fill this hole, then make you clean me up with that pretty mouth. After that we start shopping. Chastity first. Something small and tight so that little clit stays put. You ready to be locked for me?”

Gideon nodded frantically, ass pushing back for more. The night stretched out ahead of them—more thrusts, more words, the slow slide into everything Felix had promised—and Gideon’s body opened for all of it, willing and shaking and already hungry for the next command.

Felix’s hips snapped forward one last savage time, burying every thick inch of his big white cock to the root as his balls finally emptied. Hot ropes of cum flooded Gideon’s guts in heavy pulses, the straight friend’s groan raw and satisfied after a full week of Nadia’s denial. Gideon felt every spurt paint his insides, hole clenching greedily around the pulsing shaft, milking it dry while his own spent little cock twitched uselessly against the couch.

Felix stayed buried deep until the last drop left him, then pulled out slow, watching his cum leak from the stretched pink rim. “Clean it,” he ordered, voice still rough. Gideon spun around on shaky knees, took that glistening cock into his mouth, and suckled every smear of their mixed mess, tongue swirling under the head, lips sealing tight as he swallowed the salty load and the taste of his own ass. Felix’s fingers carded through his hair, holding him there until the shaft softened just enough.

Only then did Felix haul him upright. “Bathroom. Now. You’re getting smooth for me.”

They moved together, Felix’s hand firm on the small of Gideon’s back. Under the bright bathroom lights Felix sat on the closed toilet lid, thick thighs spread, watching while Gideon climbed into the tub. Hot water ran. Shaving cream foamed white across Gideon’s chest, down his stomach, over his soft little cock and balls, then thick around his hole and the crease of his ass. Felix handed over the razor.

“Every hair. I want that clit bare and those cheeks soft so the cage sits pretty and the thongs ride clean.”

Gideon’s hand trembled with excitement as he dragged the blade carefully over his skin. Cream and stubble rinsed away under the shower spray, leaving him pink and naked. He spread his cheeks and shaved the rim itself, then the backs of his thighs, every stroke deliberate. When he stepped out dripping, Felix ran both palms over the new smoothness, cupping the tiny cock, rolling the empty balls, fingers sliding between bare cheeks to test the silk of his hole.

“Perfect. Look at you—nothing left but soft sissy skin.”

On the bathroom counter waited the pink chastity cage Felix had pulled from a bag he’d brought upstairs without Gideon noticing. The clear pink plastic tube was small, the ring snug, the lock a shiny little padlock. Felix coated Gideon’s soft clit with lube, fed it carefully into the tube so the head sat flush against the barred tip, then locked the ring behind the balls. The click of the padlock echoed. Gideon’s cock—his clit—was trapped, already swelling against the confinement until a dull, sweet ache bloomed.

“Locked. That little thing stays put until I decide otherwise.” Felix’s thumb brushed the pink plastic. “How’s it feel?”

“Like I belong to you,” Gideon whispered, already hard inside the cage and leaking a single bead of precome through the slit.

Felix grinned and led him back to the bedroom. A pile of tiny garments waited on the bed—string thongs in black, hot pink, and leopard print, plus several jockstraps with barely-there pouches and thick elastic straps that framed an ass perfectly. “Model them. One at a time. And stay hard for me while you do it.”

Gideon stepped into the first black micro-thong. The front pouch was a triangle of sheer mesh that cupped the locked cage like lingerie; the back was a single thin string that disappeared between his smooth cheeks and tugged tight against his still-slick hole. He turned slowly, hands on his hips, presenting.

“Fuck, yes,” Felix muttered, already stroking his cock back to full hardness. “Bend over the bed.”

Gideon folded at the waist. Felix hooked one finger under the string, yanked it aside, and pushed back inside in one long thrust. The stretch pulled a broken moan from Gideon’s throat. Felix fucked him hard and deep, hands gripping the bare hips, watching the thong dig into the flesh. Every slam made the cage bounce and clink. Gideon’s clit throbbed helplessly inside its prison, denied any real touch, pleasure building only from the thick cock battering his prostate and the humiliating constriction.

Felix pulled out, spun him, and had him change into the hot-pink thong. This one was even tinier, the front so small the pink cage strained against it, the straps cutting high on his hips. Felix bent him over the dresser next, fucking him standing, chest to back, one hand reaching around to rub the barred tip of the cage in tight circles exactly like before.

“There’s your clit,” he growled against Gideon’s ear, still thrusting. “Locked up and sensitive. Rubbing it while I wreck this hole. You’re gonna cream in that cage just from this, aren’t you, sissy?”

Gideon’s legs shook. “Yes—please—use my clit—” The orgasm hit without warning, his locked cock pulsing dry against the plastic, hole fluttering wildly around Felix’s shaft, a thin trickle of fluid seeping through the tip as he came hands-free again, sobbing with the intensity.

Felix kept pounding through it, then pulled free only long enough for the next change. The leopard-print thong barely covered anything; the jockstraps that followed left Gideon’s ass completely bare, the thick straps framing his hole like an invitation. Felix fucked him on his back next, legs folded to his chest so he could watch the pink cage bounce and the open jock pouch frame nothing but locked sissy meat. Then doggy on the floor, the jockstraps digging into Gideon’s thighs while Felix’s big white cock slammed home again and again. Missionary with Gideon’s ankles on Felix’s shoulders. Against the wall, face first, bare ass presented. Every position, every garment yanked aside or left framing the stretch.

Gideon took it all, moaning for more, pushing back, calling his locked cock a clit every time Felix demanded it. Sweat slicked his freshly shaved skin. Cum from earlier still leaked down his thighs, mixed with fresh lube. His mind floated in pure surrender—this was what he was now. Felix’s eager hole. Felix’s locked little clit. The straight friend’s personal sissy bottom who lived one floor up and existed to drain those heavy balls whenever Nadia or any other girl left him aching.

Felix finally came a second time deep inside him while Gideon wore the final black jockstrap, flooding that well-used hole again. He stayed buried, grinding slow, fingers still idly rubbing the cage.

“You’re mine now,” Felix said, voice low and final. “Cage stays on. Thongs and jocks stay in your drawer. Next time I knock, you open the door already locked and ready, string pulled aside, clit aching for my fingers while I fuck you stupid. Understand?”

Gideon nodded against the mattress, body limp and glowing, hole still fluttering around the softening cock, the pink cage heavy and perfect between his legs. He felt completely claimed, the last scraps of any other identity burned away under the relentless fucking and the cold metal lock. His clit throbbed for more already, empty and denied, already counting the hours until his straight friend would need him again.

He was Felix’s eager sissy clit bottom forever, and nothing had ever felt more right.