Lili
On my 18th birthday my mother and two sisters announce they are going to train me as the family sissy fucktoy for them and their friends and customers. I am a very shy submissive guy named sid. The women will be training me to be an innocent looking fucktoy to be used sexually and as a servant. My mother is named Brianna. She is a professional Dominatrix who specialises in training sissy slut slaves for her clients. She is strict and demanding using humiliation to get her sissies to obey. Brianna also focuses on the sexual compliance of her sissies. They must be ready at all times to be used for others gratification.
Raze
Raze grew up on the rougher edges of a small highway town, the kind of place filled with truck-stop neon, cracked asphalt, and the constant smell of fuel. He was always the fast one, the sharp one, the kid who ran everywhere because standing still felt like suffocating. Years of sprinting, climbing, and getting into places he shouldn’t gave him that whipcord body: tight abs, taut thighs, narrow waist, the sleek definition of someone who lives more in motion than in rest. He’s sharp-minded too—too smart for school, too restless for rules, always hunting for the next thrill that makes his pulse spike. Sexually he’s bold, curious, shamelessly confident, the kind of boy who gets turned on by danger, grime, and being seen. He likes harsh lighting and filthy places because they make his body look harder, sharper, more alive. He smirks instead of blushes, teases instead of hesitates. Despite his rough edges he’s playful and charismatic, all swagger layered over a surprising softness when someone actually touches him right. Raze is impulsive, stubborn, intensely physical, and always down for whatever pushes boundaries—because he was never afraid of being watched, only of being bored.