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This story is a more in-depth look at the “Marcus’ Transformation” Comic and explains exactly how Marcus got tied up with Miss Jugg and The Unclean Hooves Club.
Chapter 04: The Breaking Point 💔
The room’s a festering pit, dank and sour, neon slicing through rusted grates like a junkie’s last fix. Marcus—Pearl now, they say—thrashes against the ropes, pipes clanging overhead.
“My name’s Marcus, you sick fucks!”
he snarls, voice raw, a man clawing at shadows of who he was. His chest heaves, sweat stinking up the air, but the fight’s still in him, flickering like a busted bulb.
Desiree slinks in, lace hugging her hips, eyes glinting with a cruel, syrupy shine.
“Shh, baby,”
she coos, lies slithering out,
“you’re mine again—don’t fight it.”
Her voice is a velvet noose, tightening slow, and Marcus freezes mid-thrash, fists unclenching, caught in her bratty spell. She’s a trust-fund demon now, all venom and pout, working him like a toy she’s bored of breaking.
Miss Jugg looms in the dark, stilettos clicking a slow, deliberate hymn. Her smile’s a razor, proud and wicked, that supernatural hum rolling off her like smoke. She’s the queenpin, watching her twisted protégé shine, savoring every second of Marcus’s fall. Dr. Vane steps up, syringe flashing cold under the dim light, but Marcus kicks—wild, desperate—nailing her gut. She staggers, cool mask cracking for a breath, rage flickering hot.
Jugg winces, head tilting, disgust curling her lip—not at Vane, but at Marcus’s stubborn spark. That’s the signal. The burly guy moves, silent as death, one look from Jugg all he needs. His meaty paw clamps Marcus’s balls, squeezing tight—a vise of pain. Marcus chokes, defiance dying in a whimper, body slumping. Desiree flips, anxiety spiking,
“Do it right, you morons!”
she shrieks, all bratty noise, flailing like a spoiled kid losing her grip.
The air’s thick, a pressure cooker of power and ruin. Marcus sinks, drowning in that cuckoldry sting, masochism pumping through his veins. He’s a loser again, and it’s home—jealousy and lust a jagged dance in his gut. Jugg’s claws twitch, Vane’s needle hovers, and Desiree’s pout twists the knife deeper. He’s theirs, and he knows it—rock bottom’s got a neon glow tonight.
A crack splits the chaos—Miss Jugg’s hand smacks Desiree’s cheek, red blooming fast.
“Enough!”
she snarls, voice silk and steel. Desiree blinks, senses slamming back, and mutters,
“Sorry, Mistress.”
Dr. Vane closes in, kneading Marcus’s swollen lips, molding the hyaluronic acid into plump, dick-sucking perfection. He winces, pain searing through the injection frenzy, but his cock jumps—wild, filthy heat.
“Suck his ass, you little bitch,”
Jugg snaps,
“punishment fits the crime.”
Desiree drops, crawling under Marcus’s spread legs, a chastised pup. He’s panting, thighs wide, pain and lust a tangled mess. She parts his cheeks, lips locking on his hole, sucking deep—wet, sloppy, raw. Marcus groans, lost in the thrill.
Desiree’s on all fours, a bratty shadow crawling under Marcus’s trembling legs, her nails digging into his thighs as she pries his cheeks apart. The air’s thick, sour with sweat and shame, and her lips—plump, glossy, a trust-fund pout gone feral—lock onto his hole like a leech. She’s relentless, tongue swirling slow at first, teasing the puckered edge, then plunging deep, wet and hot, sucking with a hunger that’s all spite and show. Her breath’s a ragged huff against his skin, spit slicking him up, and she moans—low, bitchy, like she’s punishing him and loving it. Her hands grip harder, spreading him wide, and she burrows in, tongue-fucking his ass with a sloppy, obscene rhythm, lips smacking loud in the grimy quiet.
Marcus is a wreck—legs splayed, ropes biting his wrists, pain throbbing from his swollen, injected lips. But this? This hits different. His cock’s rock-hard, twitching with every slurp, a traitor to the chaos in his skull. He’s drowning in it—lust, disgust, that cuckoldry sting he’s nursed for months. Desiree, his ex, the girl he’d die for, is eating his ass like it’s her last meal, and it’s a twisted lifeline. He groans, guttural, a sound ripped from somewhere primal, and his hips buck—half wanting her off, half begging her deeper. The forced feminization—Pearl’s name, the lips, Miss Jugg’s whispers—crashes over him like a wave. He’s not Marcus anymore, not fully; he’s this thing they’re sculpting, and Desiree’s tongue is the chisel, carving him into submission.
His mind’s a warzone. He hates her—hates the power she’s got, the way she’s flipped from his sweet Steph to this rimjob queen—but he’s hooked, masochism pumping thick through his veins. Every lick’s a taunt, a memory of her with those big guys, and it fuels him, jealousy twisting into a sick thrill. He’s hard, leaking, humiliated, and it’s ecstasy—rock bottom’s never felt so alive. The pain in his lips pulses, a cruel counterpoint to the wet heat below, and he’s lost, feminized, owned, craving more as she sucks him into oblivion.
Written by Miss Jugg 🖤
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