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The Real Deal!

By Throne

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THE REAL DEAL by Throne

Eric had been with Angie for three months. They were an odd pair, with her being incredibly sexy and him pretty much a wimp. Still, he provided a place for her to live and paid all the bills. The short and unmanly guy was smitten with her. Between Angie's pretty face, long blond hair, and stripper's figure, she was everything he could want. Eric was obsessed with her huge bust, which always made his puny penis spring to attention.

Their sex life was rather circumscribed, thanks to her directing him in bed. He provided her with endless oral pleasure. In return, he was allowed to nuzzle her fantastic tits, but only through whatever she made sure to be wearing over them. His sex

life was limited to being given hand jobs. The poor boob would get so overexcited by foreplay, that he never lasted more than ninety seconds, once she started stroking his little pecker. When her hand had semen on it, she would always touch him, stroking his hair, patting his cheek, and cupping his chin in her palm. That got Eric's spunk on him, but if he showed displeasure, she overreacted, suggesting that maybe they shouldn't have sex so often. He was easy to educate that way, and soon made sure to voice no complaints, or even let his distaste show on his bland features.

Then came the night when she made her big announcement. Angie waited until Eric had given her three orgasms with his lips and tongue. As they lay side-by-side in bed, she teased his dick enough to keep him distracted and desperate to be finished.

That was when she said, "I've been meaning to mention, puppy-kins, that my old boyfriend is back in town. His name is Jax and he called me. We went out for a drink."

"But you live with me," Eric said weakly, still tasting the flavor of her pussy.

She stopped handling his penis. "Well, he invited me to move into his place."

"You're not going to do that, are you?" he whined.

"I don't want to. You know how much I like being here with you. But it wouldn't be fair to Jax not to spend some time with him, after all the history we have together."

"Really?"

"It's the logical solution," she said, even though that made no sense to her live-in boyfriend. "But here's the thing. Jax is terribly jealous. I mean, he can just go berserk about me being with someone else. When we talked, what he came up with was a compromise, so he wouldn't direct his negative emotions at you."

Eric shuddered. Thoughts of being hurt by some guy with anger management issues disturbed him. He asked uncertainly, "What's the compromise."

Angie smiled. She gave his pecker a squeeze, then loosened her grip. With her hand like that, he maintained his miniature erection but was in no danger of it spurting. "It's not much. All he wants is for you not to look like a guy. That way, he says he could relax."

"I don't understand."

"It wouldn't be much," she reassured him. "For now, you could wear panties. In fact, I even picked some up, to get you started." She fingered his undersized balls. "That is, unless you'd rather I moved to his place."

To Eric, that was unthinkable. She was the first girl he had actually joined in bed, and had some physical contact with. In his mind they would eventually have intercourse. She pulled his face against her burgeoning bust, which at that moment was covered

by only a diaphanous nighty. In a sugary voice she said, "You'll do it for me, won't you, cupcake?"

"I guess so," he answered into the valley between her melons. "It's not a lot to ask."

"That's my good little man," she praised. "Let me get a pair for you to put on right now, so I can tell Jax how understanding you've been."

"Couldn't we wait until we're... um... done here?"

Angie frowned. "Are you giving me trouble over this already?"

Eager not to ruin their evening, he said, "No, no. It's fine. I can put them on right away."

She flicked at his stiffy and got out of bed. From her top dresser drawer, she took three pieces of lingerie. She set one on her

pillow and held the other two, both panties, in front of him. Angie wanted to know, "Which one do you prefer?"

It wasn't much of a choice for him. He hated both. They were bikini-cut. Her left hand held a pink one in some satiny material, and the right offered a yellow pair in something shiny. It was a no-win situation for him.

He pointed at the yellow selection. "Those, I think."

"Good choice." She had him stand alongside the bed, so she could hold them out for him, at ankle level. He stepped into the unwanted garment and she worked it up his slender legs. As she snugged them all the way up, she commented, "Look at that. Your dicky is so small that it fits perfectly."

She had never made negative comments about his size before. It bothered him, but being naked except for the lingerie, he was in no state of mind to object, especially since she had already been close to a bad mood once. All he could think of was to keep the peace. She told him to walk around with them on, and remarked how they showed off his plump bottom.

"Now come here and give me a hug," she told him, her arms spread wide.

He went to her and enjoyed the embrace, with her heavy hooters squeezed against his narrow chest. He would have liked it a lot better if he wasn't wearing those girly panties. Eric said, "Can I take them off now?"

"Don't be silly. I wouldn't want to have to lie to Jax, when he expects you to be in them all the time."

"What about when I go to work?"

"Duh. They'll be under your pants, Mr. Goofy."

"How about when I go to use the urinals?"

"It might be better for you to sit on a toilet. And don't push them down too far, or one of the guys might see them under the stall door."

He swallowed drily. "I don't know."

Ignoring his obvious concern, she took the third item off her pillow and displayed it. "But you'll only wear this here, with me," she said, as if that was some great consolation. What she showed him was a filmy loose top that would leave his midriff bare. He actually took two steps backward, as if he was afraid of it.

She chuckled, making light of his reaction. "Let me slip this over your head, dear." When she did it, his skin tingled from contact with the lightweight mesh. Angie playfully teased his nipples, rubbing the thin stuff against them. He gasped. "Oh my," she said. "Someone likes the feel of this." When he didn't say anything, she wrapped her arms around him and held him tight. Angie kissed him on the forehead, because he had pussy-breath from eating her. "I'm so glad we're going to stay together, lover. Let me show you how much I appreciate your positive attitude. Lie back and we'll start back up where we left off."

What followed with an extreme session of titillation. She kept him writhing under her expert touch for at least a half hour. By the end he was half out of his mind with need. To Eric's surprise, she finished by licking his ear and getting out of bed. "Look at how your prick is pushing against those panties. And you made all those wet spots. That was so much fun," she asserted. "I know you like it when I make you wait. Maybe next time you'll get to pop your cork." After letting that sink in for a moment, she said, "I'm going to turn on Jimmy Kennel and see who his guests are tonight."

He had never expressed a preference for having his orgasms postponed. Even so, after everything that had already happened, he wasn't in the right state of mind to remind her of that. Instead, he nodded and watched her slip into her short robe. He said, "I'll get my robe and be right there."

Angie went to the closet. "Oh, I got you a new one, to go with your new look." What she produced was a robe as short as hers, with wide sleeves and a belt that ended in tassels. It was made of something shimmery, decorated with flowers and rainbows. He accepted it with numb finger and slipped into it, experiencing

more sensations of softness triggering his nerve endings. Following Angie, he sat next to her on the sofa as she turned on the TV. His balls throbbed demandingly.

The next morning, which was Saturday, she got him into the second pair of panties and a top like the one before, but in pale yellow. Angie had more unwelcome news for him. "Jax is so happy that you're cooperating. But he wants to see you in your new pretties. I'm just going to take a few shots with my phone and send them along to him."

"Do you have to?" he asked petulantly.

Her answer was a cold stare. "Eric?"

"I'm sorry," he apologized, though he wasn't quite sure what he had done wrong.

She took two pictures of him standing with his arms held out slightly to the sides, wrists limp. In the second one, she had him tilt his head. Angie ruffled his abundant auburn hair and gave

him an air kiss. In the final image she captured, he had to stand with his hands on his hips and let the tip of his tongue show, as if he was licking his lips. He felt his cheeks grow warm and knew he was blushing with shame. Not giving him any time for further discussion, she sent the pictures off to her other boyfriend.

Five minutes later she got a message. "Isn't that super? Jax says the pictures are perfect, so it's okay for me to stay with you, Eric. Or maybe it should be Erica," she added with a laugh. A second communication arrived. "And listen to this. He wants to see me tonight."

"Didn't we have plans to go out for dinner?"

"We did, but I can't make him wait, after he hasn't spent time with me for so long. After all, he has appetites, and they're not all for dinner."

Eric felt sick. She patted him on the side of the face. "Later on, you can help me get all dolled up."

"Yes, dear."

"Right now, why don't we take a shower together? You can wash me, sweets."

"Okay." He felt a spark of hope. Eric got out of the unwanted feminine things he had put on. When he got to the bathroom, however, she had something else for him.

"It's a shower cap," she pointed out unnecessarily. "To keep your lovely hair dry. We're going out to do some shopping and I don't want you to take time to dry it."

She was going to get her hair wet and it would take longer to dry than his. He just accepted her decision and donned the pink protector, which had little red hearts all over it. Angie shed her robe and stood there in all her naked magnificence. He ogled her perfect supersize knockers, with their wide aureoles and perky nipples. The young man longed to touch them, but she didn't offer and he didn't push it. Though he wasn't aware, he was becoming even more submissive than he had been up until then,

anticipating her wishes and trying to meet them. She had him get into the bathtub first.

"Tell me when the water temperature is where you like it," she said. Angie turned on the cold water only. It sprayed him with a chilling effect. He stepped back out of the way. "How can you tell when it's right, if you're not under it? And don't try to use only your hand." The naked girl chuckled. "Wow. Your baby dick shrunk up even more. Now it's almost not there. Just a nubbin. Not that it gets much bigger when it's hard. We could call it your minus-penis."

He stepped back under the chilling water. She slowly adjusted it to add hot. Eventually, taking longer than needed on purpose, she got it to a comfortable temperature. Only then did she join him. Angie told her wash-up partner to get his hands all soapy, so he could do her back. Then she had him kneel to do the same to her bottom and legs. She turned to face him and he was allowed to work his way back up. His penis, unsurprisingly, was rigid. She bumped up against it. After he had soaped up her breasts and she had luxuriated under the shower while it rinsed them, Angie got out. Eric's hands tingled from being permitted to feel her uncovered boobs, while they were wet and slippery.

"Let's get rid of that pitiful poker," she chided, "since you're not going to be doing anything with it tonight." To make that happen, she turned off the hot water tap. He yelped and stood there with his teeth chattering. His stiffness vanished. After he was back down to minimal dimensions, she let him turn off the cold water.

A short while later, it was time for her to get ready. She had Eric help her into her outfit, which was a clinging top and snug slacks, both of which accentuated her generous curves. The top had a scoop neckline that showed off her deep cleavage. She had never dressed so provocatively to go out with Eric. He was jealous that she was doing it for this Jax person. Second thoughts about their new arrangement flitted around at the edges of his mind. After being kept horny since yesterday, he was too needly to follow up on those ideas.

Once she was dressed and had done her hair, but before she applied make-up, Angie declared, "Let's get you into what you're going to wear while I'm out."

"Do I have to?" he said with a whimper.

"You most certainly do. How would it be if I was with Jax, after I told him you would never be allowed to wear boy clothes at home, and you were sneaking into a flannel shirt and jeans? No, no. You can't go getting into butch drag, Erica. Now behave and do as you're told. I already have something picked out for you."

He pouted about it but didn't verbalize. Instead, he obediently put on what she gave him. It was a corset, which she tightened as much as she could, stockings with elastic tops, and pumps with low heels, which he could totter around in, if he moved slowly. She added a ruffled choker. Everything was in red and black. Angie gave him a slap on the ass. She said he looked fine, though she wished she could have gotten the corset closed further.

As she was applying her make-up, the doorbell rang. She said casually, "That must be Jax. Be a darling and let him in, Erica."

"What?" he said in alarm. "Me? Like this?"

"He's already seen those pictures of you that I sent. Now be a proper sissy and answer the door. Step lively. If you make him wait, he might lose his temper."

With that threat for motivation, he hurried toward the door, as fast as his heels would allow him. OMG. He was nude between the bottom of the corset and the tops of his stockings. Gripping the knob and bracing himself mentally, he opened the door. Standing there was a tall broad-shouldered figure. The short sleeves of his shirt and tight fit of his pants made it clear that he was as muscular as Eric was soft. Those pants also revealed a huge bugle between his legs. His cock dwarfed Eric's limited endowment. On top pf everything else, he was Black.

Jax eyed the guy who was paying for the apartment. "You going to invite me in, bitch? Or just stand there trying to seduce me?"

"NO! I mean yes. Please come in, Mr. Jax. That is, Jax." He stepped aside to let the big man pass, then closed the door, for fear that someone might see him in his mortifying state.

The impressive intruder went and plopped onto the sofa without being invited. He let his knees drift apart, calling attention to what was at the juncture of his legs. Eric couldn't help himself. He gaped at it.

"You like what you see." Jax had made a statement, not asked a question.

"Um, yes Sir. I meant, no Sir. That is, I wasn't staring. At least, I didn't mean to."

"Sure thing, sissy-pants. Or sissy-no-pants. Damn, girl. You got shortchanged in the dick department."

Just then, Angie appeared. Eric was disturbed by how heavily she had used cosmetics. With so much on her eyes and garishly bright red lipstick, she appeared sluttish. The busty beauty went to Jax and let him hold her tightly. She turned up her face, colored lips parted, eyes lidded, to accept his passionate kiss. Eric hugged himself, wishing he could be somewhere else. He saw her hand snake down to feel the front of her date's pants.

After the kiss, Jax said, "You did a good job of making your roommate all pansy. Judging by the way he was gawking at my junk, I think he was a secret sissy all along. White boys with junior-size dicks get that way. Then they want Big Black Cock."

"Well," Angie told him, "Erica has been very willing to make the changeover, so you might be right. I like the way she looks tonight, though I couldn't get that corset as tight as I had hoped."

"Step aside, babe, and let me apply some muscle, even though I think what Erica there really wants is my muscle-of-love." He chortled as he went to Eric, snapped at him to turn around, and took hold of the leather ties of the corset, which were already sufficiently tight.

Jax tugged hard, several times. Eric took deep breaths. The bigger man planted his knee in the other's lower back and put more effort into constricting his waist. When he finished and tied off those strands, Eric had been given a distinctly female waist. Its narrowness made his plush bottom seem larger. His movements were restricted by how it fit. Jax made him sashay

around, instructing him to assume a sexy gait. Eric did it against his own better judgement, knowing that Angie would most likely never be able to forget what she was seeing. How had this gone so far in such a short time? When Jax made him sit on the sofa, he moved gingerly, unable to bend properly in the middle. The Black man had him cross his ankles and place his hands demurely on his thighs.

Jax said, "Next time I see this fruit-cup, I don't want there to be any hair on him, below his eyebrows. And start using some make-up on that stupid face. And we'll pick up something else he needs while we're out, before we eat and then hit my crib for the main event. Anything else I think of, we can take care of later."

Eric's head was swimming. He heard the girl he adored saying, "Whatever you want, Jax. You remember how eager I always was to do everything you said."

"I remember, the way I called you Angie Anything. Right now, let's blow this place. Pretty soon, we'll be getting to getting." He clarified for Eric, "Kicking it." When the corseted figure still didn't appear to comprehend, Jax tried, "Doing the deed. Getting busy. Fucking our brains out."

Breathing slowly because of the crushing pressure of the corset, Eric could only say, "Yes, Sir."

"We'll be back later. I'll bring Angie home, well used and damn happy. You can be sure of that," he finished confidently.

Eric nodded. Angie told him, "While we're gone, you can do some housecleaning. Like usual. But this time I want you to get down and wipe all the baseboards. And clean the bathroom floor. Make sure you get behind the toilet."

Jax contributed, "And don't play with that dinky dick while you think about me being inside your girl. She's my girl now. Be glad you're still allowed to live with her."

"Y... yes, Sir." What else could Eric say?

After they departed, the corseted cuckold-to-be tried to clear his head. The future appeared grim. At least, in the short term it did.

He told himself that Angie just needed to work this temporary aberration of behavior out of her system. He would weather the storm and be there for her when she returned to normal. Then they could advance their relationship to the point where he would have actual intercourse with her. No more giving cunnilingus and getting hand jobs for him. Before long they would look back on this time as a short detour from the path of true love. At least, he hoped it would be brief.

Angie returned after midnight. Jax walked her to the door. She was carrying a shopping bag. Eric felt obligated to greet them as she entered.

Jax told Eric, "I hear you lick pussy extra good. You got a special job tonight. I left a big mess of spunk inside her and you got to clean it up. Gobble down every drop. If I get a bad report, your balls are going to suffer for it. Understood?"

"You mean you expect me to... to...?"

"Lap my sauce out of her slot and swallow it. That's easy enough to understand, even for you, Erica. I'm out of here. You two lovebirds have fun."

He was gone. Angie's hair and clothes were somewhat mussed. Her expression was smugly victorious and her demeanor suggested that she was well sated. She told Eric to undress her and he did it, dreading what was expected of him. She got onto the bed, gloriously naked. There were love bites on her neck and even a few on her desirable jugs. Angie spread her legs lewdly. Her nether lips glistened with partially dried semen. Eric gagged at the sight. He got into his accustomed position, with his face inches from her split mound, so close that he could smell her familiar musky scent, overlaid with the odor of male ejaculate. His stomach roiled as he got his tongue in her groove and scooped up a dollop of cream. Taking it into his mouth and forcing himself to swallow dragged him to the depths of degradation. He could barely believe that he was doing it. Angie purred happily from his efforts. To avoid thinking about this new reality, he zeroed in on the job of giving her pleasure. That made it easier but not much. He stayed down there, slurping away, while her arousal mounted. After a long period, he sensed that she was heading for a climax. From long practice, he knew the best way to put her over the top. Trying not to think about how his mouth had just been in the space Jax's cock had so recently occupied, he concentrated on her

clitoris. At last, she was launched into a quivering finale. Her shapely thighs squeezed his head between them until she descended from the heights of ecstasy.

She murmured, "Don't stop, Erica. Just give me butterfly kisses. And use only the tip of your tongue when you lick. Take me through a long afterglow."

"Yes, my love," he said with sincerity.

As he continued with that reduced effort, she drifted into a monologue about her time with Jax, specifically while they were in bed. "He was so fantastic. His cock is enormous. It goes so deep and is so thick. I feel filled up in ways I never could with you, Erica, even if I ever let you inside. And he's so commanding. You act like I'm fragile and you're afraid you'll break me. He has the strength and the equipment to do some real damage, but he doesn't hold back. It's scary when he acts like a crazed beast, but I can't get enough of it." She went on like that until she was drifting into sleep. The last things she said were, "You're not allowed to rinse your mouth or brush your teeth, Erica. That's what Jax said. In a few days, we'll give you the treat we got you."

He slept restlessly and awoke to find her refreshed, showered, and cheerful, wearing a different brief robe. Angie untied the corset and let him escape from it, as well as shedding the stockings. She kept him naked for hours, just because it so obviously upset him. During that week, she got rid of his body hair and Jax took them both somewhere to get other modifications made.

Then came the next weekend. It was time for another major visit from Angie's lover. What Eric had to change into was pantyhose that had cutouts in the front and back, leaving him exposed and ashamed. The gift they had purchased for him, on Angie's credit card that he provided, was from a sex shop. It was a huge set of false breasts that could be worn like a bra. He put them on unhappily and she fastened them in the back. He heard a click. When he dared to inquire about that, she merrily informed him that the faux chest was now locked on and she would keep possession of the key. He was given a gauzy purple top that was short, and open in the front, to go with them. Eric had to move around the apartment, swinging his hips and wagging his unmanly ass. His body hair had been removed with a powerful depilatory, days before, leaving him soft and smooth all over. That heightened his feminized appearance by several levels.

She told him, "I can't wait for Jax to see you like this."

"He's coming here? Again?"

"Not for an hour or two," she replied a bit wistfully. "And I know he can't wait to see you with those titanic tits that you paid for."

"But this is all so wrong," he risked saying.

Instead of opposing him, she simply made soothing sounds. "I understand. After I told Jax about how easily you gave into me, when I wanted you to wear panties and everything, and once he got a look at you and saw how you acted, he explained everything to me."

"About what?"

"About men like you, who don't want to be men after they find out they're actually sissies."

"Me?"

"Of course. You fit the profile exactly. He told me about the other stuff you want to happen. In fact, the whole situation works out ideally. Now he and I can be together, with you as our pansy plaything. We'll make sure you get lots of what you're craving."

"I don't understand."

She winked at him. "I think you do, Erica. Jax also said how some guys of your type like to pretend that they're being forced to act all girly. I'm fine with that." She jabbed the middle of his chest with a stiffened finger. "I can boss you around. After all, it's what I've been doing since day one. And you never gave me any flack about it. Ergo, it was what you wanted all along." He tried to interject something, but she hushed him and announced that there would be no more discussion until after Jax arrived, with his deep knowledge about panty-boys like Eric/Erica.

In his high-exposure pantihose, faux hooters, and filmy vestlike garment, he waited nervously for the domineering Black man's appearance. When the bell rang, he went automatically to the door, wondering, as he did it, if this was another sign of some deep-seated need to serve others. Jax had on a muscle shirt and running shorts, so that his enviable physique was more showcased than before. He put a hand heavily atop Eric's head.

"Hey, little one. Glad I got you all figured out and was able to give Angie the lowdown. Now the three of us can play all sorts of games together."

"I don't think you have it right," Eric defended himself meekly.

"Oh, but I know that I do. By the end of tonight, we're all going to understand what's what." He took Eric by the shoulders, forcefully spun him around, and swatted him hard on the ass. "I told my girl to stock up on some wine. You go to the kitchen, get the bottle out of the fridge, and pour her and me each a glass of the red stuff. Right?"

"Alright. Then we can talk some more about this."

"Actions make more noise than words, princess. We'll work on it my way and see how it comes out." Standing alongside Eric, he gave him a harder slap on his rump, from which the thin pantihose offered no protection.

With a yelp of pain and a shaky, "Yes, Sir," his artificial mammary globes thrust out in front, Eric hurried to obey.

"See?" Jax held out his hands to Angie, palms toward her. "Ain't it just like I said?"

"For sure. The more I see how he behaves and I think about our history, the plainer it becomes that he's one of those Sallys that you described."

"Sissies," the Black man gently corrected. "Though Sally fits him too. Or Mary or something fancier, like Sugar or of Candy or Lola.

For now, let's stick with Erica. Don't want to confuse the dainty little fairy."

Eric returned with a stemmed glass in each hand. When he gave them to the waiting couple, they clinked them together. Angie declared, "To our new life as a contented threesome."

Taking a long breath, Eric exhaled the words, "Now might be a good time to review everything."

"How about I review your soft body?" Jax counter-suggested. "Sometimes, when there's no real bitches around, I don't mind playing grab-ass with a sissy white boy like you. I know Angie don't want to share me, but she needs to see how you act when you get up close and personal with some dark meat."

"What are you telling me?"

Jax said, "Let her put some make-up on your face, to make you fit the part better, and then I'll give a free home demonstration."

In a dither, Eric allowed himself to be led to the bedroom. He sat on the edge of the mattress while his girlfriend, or former girlfriend perhaps, did a quick job with a variety of products. She told him to close his eyes while she fussed with his hair and repeatedly sprayed it. Then she spritzed him with some perfume that she had bought and didn't particularly like. Getting him back on his feet, she walked him to the bathroom, where he got a look at himself, post-beautification. It was tricky to recognize his own face. Jax clamped a viselike hand onto the back of his neck.

"Let's get back to the living room, girlie. I want to be comfortable while I give you a lesson in loving."

"Loving?" Eric echoed.

"With your mouth below my waist." He walked his victim to the sofa. Jax sat. He barked at the sissy, "Get on your knees, tramp."

Eric's legs almost buckled on their own. He sank quickly to the floor. Jax stood and undid his athletic shorts. They went down

and came off. All he had on underneath were designer jockeys, which did nothing to minimize the superior dimensions of his cock. He told Eric, "Take hold of my underwear and pull them down, so I can step out of them." After it was done, he wanted to know, "What do you think of Mr. Johnson?"

"Mister...?"

"My Jones. My schlong. My cock, dummy."

The kneeling prey was eye-level with the organ in question. The only words he could think of to say were, "It's big."

"Damn straight. Now, put one hand on it and the other on that joke between your smooth hairless legs."

"I can't touch you there," he squeaked. "We're both men."

"No, I'm the only man here. What are you?"

Angie encouraged, "What have we been calling you, Erica?"

"I'm a sissy," he answered, his voice wispy. She told him firmly that he was to continue speaking that way.

Jax inquired, "And what does a sissy do with a big fat cock when it's in his soft white hand?"

"He..." Eric wasn't sure which pronouns to use. "She... She..."

Angie sighed. She supplied, "The sissy strokes it to get it hard, the way she likes them."

His hand moved as if directed by some outside force. He released his own pitiful member and used that hand to cradle the Black Alpha's heavy scrotum. His throat tightened. Where was this leading? The tool in his hand swelled. He couldn't keep from inhaling its manly scent.

Angie crouched alongside her ersatz boyfriend. She asked rhetorically, "And what does the cock-crazed sissy do to it next? Hmmm? Does he give it some tender kisses?

"I..." He choked. "Yes?"

"Yes, for certain," she insisted.

Eric puckered up and kissed the shaft, up and down its considerable length. He smooched those weighty balls without being coerced. Out came his tongue for some long licks. He didn't fully understand why he was doing this. Glancing down, he saw that his own penis had unaccountably grown firm. Why would that occur? He wasn't honestly what they were calling him. Or was he? Angie noticed his arousal and reached in to give the unimpressive twig a friendly pinch.

"Go on," she coaxed. "Take the head of Jax's rod into your mouth. Just like I do for him. I'm betting you won't even have a gag reflex."

Like someone in a trance, Eric opened wide and took in the thick knob. It pressed down on his tongue and up against the roof of his mouth, at the same time. He sucked. He ran his tongue around the wide ridge at the base of the head, called the corona. He rubbed the flat of his tongue over the sensitive strip of tissue under the head, known as the frenum. Jax growled his approval. As if the Black stud needed help to sustain his mood, Angie sat next to him and kissed him deeply. He returned the favor. Eric began to bob his head up and down. To his startlement, he was capable of taking more and more cock without gagging. It entered his throat. He swallowed it so completely that Jax's full balls bumped his chin. He retreated only so he could draw a breath, then descended again. Soon he was taking most of his air in through his nostrils, so he could better accommodate that irresistible-to-him jawbreaker.

Jax's breathing accelerated. He was heading toward a big finish. Eric panicked. If he gulped down a load of spunk, there would be no way for him to deny his new status. Why was his pecker still jutting out from his crotch? Why didn't he want all of this to end? He moaned. Jax groaned. The superior man's hips jerked.

In his deep rumbling voice, Jax declared, "I'm gonna bust my nut."

Moments later, with Eric orally encouraging him, he did exactly that, spewing gouts of thick cream directly into the kneeler's gullet. When Eric pulled far back, several spurts went onto his tongue. There was so much that some leaked out around his stretched lips. He felt it on his chin.

"It's true," Angie crowed. "My boyfriend is a total sissy. I hereby declare him Cocksucker of the Year."

Jax pulled Eric off his shaft. The newly declared sissy licked the head hungrily, capturing the final drops of semen. He panted as he did it.

"That makes it official," Jax announced. "We got us a certified sucking sister. This one's the real deal."

Eric sobbed but he couldn't stop running his tongue all over the slowly softening organ.

A week later, after another visit to the sex shop which had yielded the rubber milkers, the happy couple returned home with their latest find. They told Eric that he would be so grateful, because they had just the things to take his freaky fantasies to a new plateau. It turned out to be a full-head mask with an overly feminine face. There were bulging lips, attached to a hollow gag. After fitting it onto him, with the gag deep in his mouth, they added the outrageous udders from before. A wig was pulled tightly over the top of the mask. It had short reddish curls. His balls were tugged back and fitted between two shaped sections of polished wood. When the pieces were screwed together, they were loose enough not to impede circulation through his trapped scrotum, though they touched along the rest of their length. The device was held against the rears of his thighs by the tension of his stretched sac. With his testicles uncomfortably dragged back like that, he had to remain slightly bent forward to ease the pressure on them. Jax made him sit, so Angie could roll stockings up his legs. While she did it, Eric's weight was resting on his imprisoned nuggets. At last, he was allowed to stand again, much to his relief. She held up a large hand mirror, so he could see his bizarre new face, with those inflated lips, miniscule nose, high cheekbones and

long painted-on eyelashes. Eric mewed sadly through the hollow center of the gag.

His penis twitched. That reminded him about the piercing they had gotten him, again using his own credit card, through the frenum, and the ring that now hung there. He had unsettling memories of being taken to a tattoo shop, where a nasty girl in biker-style clothes, had gleefully added the hardware to his penis, all the while joking about how small it was. She couldn't resist his bald crotch and offered to add a tattoo there for a reduced price. They insisted on paying the full amount, and had the words LITTLE DIPPER inscribed, with an arrow pointing toward his immature organ.

Now Angie bent far over. Through the eyes of his insulting mask, he was able to sneak a peek at her irresistible twin glories, as they nearly popped free from a cropped top that had the words BLACK OWNED across the front. She hung something from his piercing ring. When she slapped him on the rear end, his pelvis jerked and he heard a faint tinkle.

Jax said, "I heard of belling the cat, but it looks like you belled the pussy. Pussy-boy, that is."

They both laughed at Eric's latest disgrace. Then Angie told him, "You can stand at the foot of the bed and watch us have a hell of a good time, Erica. The whole while, I want your hips moving and that bell ringing. If it stops, Jax is going to have some of his bros over to visit, and they'll all sample your sucking skills."

His hips began to sway, forward and back. Jax and Angie undressed each other. She got on the bed first. He put himself between her willingly spread legs. As he entered her, she purred with satisfaction. Eric perspired inside the clinging mask. Then the sex began in earnest. To the accompaniment of the nonstop ringing, it went on and on, with them changing positions several times. Eric's sweat stung his eyes. Through it all, Eric tried to tell himself that this was only a phase, which Angie would eventually get over. He attempted to convince himself that, once she reached that point, it would allow him to leave this whole sissy scenario behind. Of course, he wasn't kinky like that. Naturally, he didn't get excited from seeing his girlfriend taken and used by a better man. There was no way that her cries of unbridled passion could bring him to the brink of spontaneously spurting. And yet all of those things seemed to be true.

The pair on the bed became even more animated. Jax's endless

stamina didn't fail him. Angie came again. Jax came, too. Eric didn't want what happened next. Without his tiny dick even being touched, Eric finished more powerfully then either of the others. His ginormous, false, sweater-stretchers heaved as his breath rushed through the gag and hissed in and out of his nostrils. His moment of extreme pleasure faded. He made pathetic sounds through the middle of his gag.

There was no way he could have enjoyed all that... was there?

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