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First & Last! The Sequel

By Brian Masters

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**DEVIN DICKIE NOTE**

All characters are OVER 18 years of AGE! This is a bullying fantasy and not real.  The acts in the following written work are only consensual  sexual choices and fantasy humiliation scenarios.

Bullying is NOT OKAY and If you or someone you know is being bullied, please alert the authorities. 

First and Last; The Sequel

By Brian Masters

Original Concept by Devin Dickie

Part One

I’d been living at Southside Rentals for nearly a month while thinking about how this may have been a huge mistake. I know I was desperate for a place to live but I never expected such a strange and stressful existence. Between the pressure exerted by my boss Reggie, a very large African American man who’d stolen my wife, my life savings, and my home; and my landlord who was nearly a carbon copy of Reggie in every measurable way, I was constantly exhausted and fearful.

Reggie knew I was stuck at work as he had far too many connections with the legal community and could see to it that I never worked in my field again. While Terry, my landlord, had me running ragged at home serving as the laundry boy for the entire complex. Maybe I should explain that in detail.

See, my wife, Christy, and my boss, Reggie, were having an affair. When I found out, they promptly kicked me out of my home and laughed in my face at my inferiority. Reggie, being the strong alpha male that he is, asserted his dominance over me in every conceivable way. He forced me to continue working for him as he enjoyed the power, he felt in humiliating me. He let everyone at work know that he was now fucking my wife and even had a picture of her on his desk. So, my work life was now a living hell.

Since I could no longer live in my home, I was forced to find a place to live that I could afford. The apartment building I chose had an opening in the basement and I truly hated the space. However, on the first day I noticed the overabundance of gorgeous women living there, and I decided to take the apartment. Ok, I’m not proud of this part, but the apartment manager, a hulking, muscular man seemingly cut from obsidian, caught me sniffing the panties of one of the tenants while I was doing my laundry. The man’s name is Terry Towers, and he insists I call him Mr. Towers or Sir. He forced me to take over the duties of laundry for all the female tenants as well as himself, stating that the basement apartment was specifically set up for weak ass, inferior sissies, like me. His words, not mine. Fearing his telling the police about my, as he called it, ‘Pale Boy Perving’, I felt no recourse other than to obey the scary thug of a man. So, I was now trapped both at work and at home being the lacky to two dominant dark-skinned men.

It was Monday morning, and I was just leaving for work and fidgeting in my work clothes due to the unseen nightmare I wore under them. Since starting my extra work as ‘Laundry Bitch’, Mr. Towers made me wear women’s undergarments. The women who lived in the building thought that was hilarious and were more than happy to donate to my new wardrobe. The condition being, I was only to wear unwashed panties and bras that the women had worn all day at their own jobs. There was always a faint smell of musky pussy and boob sweat wafting out from under my suit and I was in a constant state of nervous anticipation of being found out. 

Today I was wearing a matching pair of pink panties and bra donated by the sexy brunette, Deb. What’s weird is that the bra fits better than the last time Deb dressed me. I must be putting on weight. Or maybe it’s muscle from folding all that laundry. How else could I explain why my chest was sore yet tingly at the same time and seemed to have swelled up a bit. My ass was getting bigger too. Could be my morning smoothie wasn’t as sugar free as I’d been told. The ladies knew how busy I was and made sure to bring me a healthy protein shake every morning. It was the only nice thing anyone ever did for me.

When I first pulled up the panties this morning, I noticed a cold, wet feeling on my testicles and realized they were quite damp from her pussy. She laughed as she watched me and said, “Oh yeah, I had a great workout this morning on the Peletron and my pretty pussy got awfully wet. Here, put on the bra, it’s just as stinky and damp from all the sweat. Oh, I almost forgot, here’s your breakfast shake. Have a great day L.B.” Her cute little nickname for me, the Laundry Bitch. I chugged down the thick drink and hurried out the door. 

Deb had knocked on my door just as I was getting dressed for work and now, I was running 15 minutes late. As I rushed through the laundry room toward the stairs, I was stopped by a commanding voice. “Where you think you’re going in such a hurry boy?”

It was Mr. Towers. I had truly hoped to get out without seeing him today. To my great shame he had taken to touching me in very uncomfortable ways. It got worse each time. 

“Come over here bitch. I need to see if you’re dressed appropriately.” 

I sighed heavily and trudged over to the disgusting man as I glanced up to check the time on the wall clock. I was going to be late for work, which would only cause me serious issues with Mr. Jones, my boss and my ex-wife’s new lover. I swear sometimes it was like these two powerful men worked out in advance how to mess up my life. Like Towers made me late for Jones on purpose.

I stood nervously before the intimidating dark man and waited for his next command. I could smell the sweat and musk emanating from his powerful body as he grinned down at me savoring the hold he had over my every move. 

“Well sissy, drop your pants and unbutton that shirt so I can see what you’ve got on underneath. I asked Deb to give you a hand this morning.”

With shaking fingers, I did as I was told and soon stood before Mr. Towers with my pants around my ankles and my dress shirt opened at the chest. The suit I was wearing was enough of a joke being two sizes too small. My cruel boss thought it was funny to always have me in skintight clothing. He said it showed off my feminine curves.

Towers laughed and said, “Oh shit sissy, I never get used to seeing you pasty Caucasian boys reverting to your natural state. Look at you in your cute little panties and bra. And from the smell of it, Deb has you wearing the ones she wore on her date last night with Jerome. Probably all stiff and sticky from all the bodily fluids those two exchanged.”

I fidgeted at this remark and realized that I did feel a certain stiffness and wetness to the undergarments even now. Oh god, I had a man’s cum rubbing against my genitals again. Another man with skin like onyx. I’d be feeling it and smelling it all day.

Mr. Towers gave me a rough shove and said, “Git your ass to work bitch. I’m sure Reggie’s gonna be pissed if you show up late again.”

I mumbled a pitiful “Thank You” before scampering out the door while adjusting my clothes back into place. This was going to be a very long day.

Part Two

I rushed to work and made it to my desk at exactly 9:01 which only made me one minute late. Maybe this wouldn’t be too bad. Yeah, right. 

Mr. Jones hollered from his office, “Tiny! Get your ass in here, now!” I had stopped asking him to call me by my name, Tony, instead of the derogative, Tiny, that he preferred, but to no avail. He said my new name fits me more honestly.

I scurried into his office like a pathetic little mouse and stood before his desk with my head bowed, staring at the floor. 

The big man terrified me not just because of his size, but because of his ethnicity and cruel, domineering attitude. The fact that he’d stolen my wife from me may contribute to my fear as well. Most men would react with anger, but not me. No, I’d more than proven my timid, cowardly streak on more than one occasion, much to the delight of my boss and ex-wife.

I stood before the ebony giant’s desk with my legs trembling. I knew he was going to do and say things to humiliate me but the overwhelming fear of this brute of a man kept me from doing anything more than obey his every command. 

Mr. Jones looked me over and said, “Jesus Tiny, every time I see you, you look more like a little sissy bitch. Old man Towers and the ladies must be training you right. Now strip and show me how they got you dressed up today bitch.”

I mumbled, “Yes Sir”, and slowly stripped off my male clothes down to the lingerie I was wearing underneath. Mr. Jones laughed and shook his head. “You know, when your wife…oh, I mean ex-wife, told me what a fucking wimp you were, I really couldn’t believe it. I never thought a man, any man, could be such a sissy faggot. And here you stand. Didn’t even fight for your woman or your dignity. Now you’re nothing but a little toy for your superiors to play with.”

I started to squirm under his harsh words but still said nothing. I was burning with shame but still could not defend myself to this brute of a man. What’s worse? I could feel my nipples getting hard and my tiny penis twitch from the humiliation. Being treated this way was becoming so normal to me that my body was starting to respond in the most horrific ways.

Just as that thought entered my mind, Mr. Jones confirmed my fears as if he were telling the funniest joke. “Oh, shit sissy, I can see your nips poking out and are you getting a little stiffy? Just from standing here in your pretty lingerie? You still haven’t figured it out? I was going to wait and let my baby, Christy, tell you this but I just can’t stand it any longer. You’re so fucking pathetic I need to see the look on your face. You know those healthy smoothies the ladies have been feeding you? They are loaded with female hormones and testosterone blockers. Christy thought it would be funny, and Terry and I agreed. How fucking funny is that sissy?”

Everything went red. I was furious. How dare they play with my body chemistry like that? This was so dangerous. Could it be life threatening? I finally lost it.

“What the fuck did you just say? You thought it would be funny to drug me? To change my body? You sick fuck! You and my demented ex are going to prison you…”

That’s as far as I got before Reggie came around his desk and grabbed hold of my balls. It happened so fast I didn’t have time to even squeeze my legs together. The big man squeezed and lifted at the same time, and I felt myself lifting to the tips of my toes. The pain was exquisitely brutal. I felt nauseated, dizzy, and blinded by the intense, heated pain emanating from my crotch. 

I couldn’t even scream as my voice reached such a fever pitch that it had to have been only discernible to dogs. Mr. Jones had lifted me so high that I was now facing him eye to eye and through the tears swelling in my own eyes I saw a man possessed. He was beyond furious. This ebony giant of a man was crushing my tiny pink testicles as he glared into my soul.

“You weak ass, pathetic, worthless, limp dick, sissy, faggot! Who the fuck you think you talking to? I will not have this kind of disrespect from a wimpy, cross dressing, chicken dick like you. I been listenin to yo ex-wife and yo landlord long enough! Time for yo ass to find out what the fuck you is right now cracker!” Mr. Jones was so angry that his dialect slipped into a form of Ebonics I’ve never heard him use before. Reggie is an extremely intelligent man, and to hear him break into this street lingo was quite disturbing and I began to fear for my safety.

I stammered, “Please Sir, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Please stop, you’re hurting me so badly. I can’t stand it Sir. Please?”

But it came out at such a high pitch, if I hadn’t known it was me speaking, I would have thought it was a female chipmunk from a cartoon.

When the big man released his grip, I fell to my knees sobbing. I even gagged a couple of times as the pain in my little sack made me feel nauseated. I couldn’t move from my knees as the pain prevented me from even trying to rise. I cradled my little balls in both hands wincing at the pain even the slightest touch caused. I was so lost in my own misery, and staring at the floor, that I failed to notice Reggie moving around in front of me. It wasn’t until I saw his trousers drop to his ankles that I realized I was in serious trouble.

I raised my head cautiously to look up at my tormentor who stood nearly a foot from me, but my eyes never made it past his crotch. Mr. Jones wore a pair of tight boxer briefs and the bulge from within was so big that despite his distance from me, the thick tube of meat was nearly touching my nose. 

My every instinct was to jump back away from the horror I was facing but Mr. Jones anticipated my move and wrapped my hair in his mighty grip to hold me in place.

“This is long overdue bitch. As much as I love fucking your ex-wife, I need a bit of relief here in the office as well. Christy bet me I couldn’t get you to suck my dick, but I don’t think it’s going to be much of a challenge, do you?” The big man grinned down at me, but my focus was still on the massive bulge inches from my face.

I whimpered, “Oh god no!” which only made Reggie laugh as he said, “That’s a good start. My dick is your god and you’re going to learn how to worship it bitch.”

I tried to stand. I tried to crawl away. I tried to save some sliver of my dignity, my masculinity. But I was no match for the much bigger and stronger man towering over me. He slapped me. An open hand slap. What you would call a ‘Bitch Slap’. That’s all, just a slap. And I began to weep like I was being punished by a demanding parent. 

Mr. Jones said, “Now you better behave yourself sissy boy, or you’ll find out how much harder I can hit a bitch.”

The sheer terror I felt was overwhelming, and it clouded over all reason and judgement in my mind. A real man would stand up for himself. So, what did that make me? I was about to find out.

Reggie smiled down at me and said, “Lean in and give me a kiss cupcake. It’s time you understood why your wife left you. 

I tried again, “Please Sir. Please don’t make me do this. I’m not gay.”

The big man pulled his hand back as if to strike me again, then laughed at the way I flinched. He said, “I ain’t gay neither boy! I’m all man. A real man, an Alpha Predator. And you? You ain’t nothing but a sissy wimp. You’re a bitch boy. You are an inferior, beta, cuckold who needs to learn to serve his betters. Now kiss that fucking bulge in my drawers you fucking fairy!”

With tears in my eyes and blushing deep red from head to toe, I gently leaned in till my lips grazed the soft cotton of the bigger man’s underwear, then I pulled back to my kneeling position again.

“What the fuck was that?” Mr. Jones shouted. “I want a real kiss. Open mouth like you’re making out with your wife. Oops, well not like that, hahaha! And let’s hear some moaning, like you in love with my package. Right now, boy!”

My body jerked like I was sitting in a theater watching a great jump scare in a horror film, and I found myself obeying the dark man’s orders. I moved my face into his crotch and placed my lips firmly against his semi hard penis. Even through his underwear I could feel the heat radiating from the massive tube steak. I could smell his manly aroma. It was a musky, earthy smell that, although not unpleasant, was not something I ever wanted to experience.

I did as I was told and began making out with his cock through his boxer briefs, kissing and moaning with my lips smacking like a high school make out session. I could hear Reggie laughing above me and my shame only deepened. I was terrified of this man. I was in fact so scared that I never even questioned his next command.

“Take it out.” The rich thug said. No preamble, no warmup, not even a hint of gratitude. Just three words that would change my life. 

I reached up and took hold of the waistband of his underwear with both hands and began pulling them down toward the floor. Like a Zulu warrior king, Mr. Jones stood above me with his hands on his hips and a confident grin on his face. He let out a short laugh when his cock sprang free and slapped against my lips. I should have known better, should have moved back. Instead, I caught a drop of precum on my lower lip and some weird reflex made me lick it off with my probing tongue. I was instantly assaulted by the salty, bitter, yet sweet taste of the man’s pre-ejaculate. 

I felt a tear run down my cheek as a weak plea for mercy left my lips. “Please don’t make me.” I begged. 

“Make you?” My tormentor asked. “Awe shit sissy, it won’t be long before you’re begging for it. Now, take the head in your mouth.”

I have to say, I’m disgusted by my actions. A real man would never succumb to such humiliation. A real man would stand up for himself. A real man would never be on his knees to begin with. But there I was, in the worst position of my life, proving to myself and to this behemoth that I was not a real man. 

I slowly reached up with both hands, knowing that one hand would never be enough to hold that giant cock. As I was about to take hold of the dreaded flesh, Reggie laughed and said, “No hands bitch. Mouth only.”

I was full on crying in shame as I leaned forward and opened my mouth as wide as I could. Even straining my jaw, I had trouble fitting the monster inside my mouth. I felt the velvety flesh touch my tongue as my lips closed around it and I shuddered at the horrible thought that another man’s penis was inside my body. The heady scent and taste filled my senses and made me slightly lightheaded.

Reggie growled softly as he completely dominated me, then he said with a threatening tone, “Not one fucking tooth better touch my dick. Not. One. Fucking. Tooth.”

I felt a chill go down my spine at those words, knowing the punishment for causing this man any pain would be sever. I kept my lips over my teeth as a cushion and flattened my tongue down so more of the huge cock could fit inside. Mr. Jones praised my efforts saying, “That’s nice boy. You sure you never sucked no cock? Your mouth feels softer than any bitch who ever blew me.”

My eyes were slightly crossed as I tried to focus on the remaining flesh that was still outside of my mouth, and I could see the thick tool growing in both length and girth. My hot breath puffed from my nose and warmed the big man’s cock. That combined with the feeling of my tongue and lips were making him hard in a hurry. The six inches I’d started with had grown to a terrifying nine and a half or ten inches long and nearly as thick as my wrist. Surely this horrible man wouldn’t expect me to get it all inside of me.

As his cock expanded, Reggie placed his hand on the back of my head and began to push the intruding beast further into my mouth. I gagged as it hit the back of my throat and the awful man simply laughed and said, “You can gag all you want sissy, but this beast is going all the way in, balls deep. If you wife can do it, then so can you.”

I couldn’t see through the tears in my eyes. My throat was starting to hurt, and my jaw was aching. I started to swallow instinctively and felt the mushroom head of Reggie’s cock stick at the entrance to my throat. The pain was intense, and I truly felt as if I would pass out from the experience, but just as I was about to push off from the man, Reggie pushed hard, and I felt a pop as the cock head entered my throat. 

“Awe shit yeah! That’s it sissy. You a cock swallower now.” The African American man said in a cheerful and mocking voice.

I could swear I was swallowing an entire apple or a billiards ball, so thick was the head of Reggie’s cock. I began to fear permanent damage and was not surprised to hear Mr. Jones say, “Holy shit boy! I can see my dickhead making your neck bulge out. Fuck, that’s hot!”

Reggie let out a long, satisfied moan as he pulled my head into his crotch, shoving his cock in deeper and deeper with each passing second. Before I knew what was happening, I felt my nose press into his pubic bush, the curly hairs tickling my nostrils. The scent of the man’s musk made me swoon. Or was that the lack of oxygen?

The cruel thug held my face tight against his crotch with his balls on my chin and my nose filled with his pubic hairs for several long seconds as he relished the wonderful feeling of a warm hole gripping his cock like a virgin pussy.

He then pulled his cock from my throat till the head rested on my tongue again before laughing and quipping with glee, “Now comes the fun part you little whore.”

With that he plunged his cock back down my throat, gripped my head in both hands, and began fucking my face with abandon. “Grab onto my ass for balance bitch.” He shouted at me, and I quickly obeyed. I gripped the man’s black ass with both hands and marveled at the fell of his buttocks. It was like holding onto the curved marble of a Greek God, so hard and toned were his muscular cheeks. 

An awful sound was escaping my mouth each time the cock pulled out and shoved back in. It was just like the porn I loved to watch. The Gawp, Gawp, Gawp sound that I normally found arousing in the interracial porn I watched was now disgusting me with its lewd, wet, slapping.

I have no idea how long I knelt there serving as a masturbation tool for this dominant man. It could have been minutes or hours the way I felt. But in time the inevitable happened and I felt the invading flesh sausage begin to swell and throb. Reggie grunted and shouted as the first rope of hot cum shot directly down my throat. He pulled back just enough for the head of his cock to fill my mouth and continued firing thick strands of ejaculate all over my tongue, teeth, and gums. It filled my cheeks, and I was forced to swallow as the man’s thick fingers pinched my nostrils closed. I was afraid of choking to death. Copious amounts of hot, thick, cum ran down my throat and despite my best efforts, squirted out of my lips and dripped down onto my chest and thighs.

Reggie came more in that one instance than I have in months. He gripped my hair in one hand and my nose in the other while he soaked his cock in my cum coated mouth. When the massive organ finally began to reduce in size, the monster pulled it from between my lips and I heard it slap wetly against his muscular thigh. 

Reggie bent over and picked up my shirt, then used it to clean his massive cock and balls. He threw the shirt in my face and said, “Get the fuck outta here faggot.” Then he turned his back on me, adjusted his clothing back to being presentable, and sat back down behind his desk, picking up his phone and ignoring me as he made a call.

Sniffling and wiping tears from my eyes and cum from my body, I slowly dressed in my wrinkled and stained ‘man clothes’. My shirt was damp in spots and smelled like a teenager’s masturbation sock, and I was terrified to walk out into the main office. I could hear Reggie talking to my ex, Christy, as I shuffled toward the door. 

“I win the bet baby! Yeah, I’m serious. The wimpy little fairy just sucked me off and swallowed my load.” He said happily.

I almost turned around to confront the evil man when I heard him say, “Of course all the cameras are running, I’ll show you when I get home, I’ll be there in plenty of time, don’t worry.”

But of course, I did no such thing. I meekly opened the door to my superior’s office and crept past my coworkers to my small desk in the far corner of the bull pen. I was devastated by my lack of courage. I was worried about the drugs I was being force fed. And I dreaded the knowledge that this man had video of me sucking his cock to completion. What the fuck is wrong with me? Oh Christ! What the fuck am I?

Part Three

When I got home that evening, I went straight to Mr. Towers’ apartment and pounded on the door. I knew I was fucked at work and could never get out from under Reggie’s control, but I’d be damned if I would put up with this abuse in my private life.

The door flew open, and Mr. Tower stood there completely naked with a look of undisguised rage on his face. “What the fuck you doin banging on my door like that sissy? I was gonna come see you later this evening, but it looks like you’re eager to start your training right now.”

Before I could react, the big man grabbed my right ear, twisted it, and pulled me into his apartment. I was squealing in pain and trying to say something, anything that would make the pain stop, but the ebony giant ignored me and dragged me into his living room only to toss me onto the floor in a sobbing heap.

My mind was racing and trying to keep up with the flow of stimuli assaulting it. First there was the large, naked, African American man standing over me. Second was the pain in my ear and the humiliation of being man handled in such a rough way. And finally, there was the nagging thought that I’d heard him say ‘training’ as he pulled me into the room.

I started to rise onto my knees to protest this abuse when my thug of a landlord grabbed my hair in one hand his massive cock in the other and began slapping my face back and forth with the semi erect weapon. The only sound in the room was a wet slapping noise coming from the assault on my cheeks. I’d love to say it hurt, that might make things easier, but there was no pain, just immense humiliation. Mr. Towers laughed as he bitch slapped me with his cock, the hits becoming more solid as his dick grew erect.

I could feel drops of pre cum splashing against my cheeks and lips as the now fully erect, eleven-inch cock pummeled my face. It was like being bludgeoned by a fleshy police baton and instead of fighting to free myself, I simply knelt there and whimpered over and over, “please stop”. 

When he tired of the game, my brutish landlord pushed me back so that I lay sprawled on his living room carpet. The big man grinned down at me as he said, “I heard all about your fun morning with Reggie, now it’s my turn. Strip down to your sissy clothes right now bitch. We have some work to do tonight.”

I lay there sobbing with streaks of his sticky secretions drying on my face and thought, ‘I can’t win. I can’t fight this man. I’m scared and humiliated, and all I want to do is return to my normal life, but I’m just not man enough to do it.’ I glared up at him defiantly and tried to summon some courage, anything that would save me from the torment I knew was coming but when I opened my mouth to protest his treatment of me, all that came out was a soft whimper and a stuttered “Pppplease Ssssir”.

“I’ve waited long enough for a real shot at your sissy ass. Reggie was the one who made me wait, but since he took your mouth today and let you in on our little secret hormone treatments, I thought I might as well help myself to your girlish charms.”

I couldn’t move. A combination of terror and shame kept me frozen in place as Mr. Towers continued. “Look at my dick sissy. Take a good long look at your new obsession. Lean in and take a sniff, get your nose in there and smell a real man’s musk.”

The menacing look in his eyes told me that disobeying was not an option, so I leaned my face close to his dark, hairy crotch, careful not to touch anything, and took a quick sniff. 

Mr. Towers roared, “Not like that bitch!” before grabbing me by the back of my head and shoving my face into his hot, sweaty package. My nose was pressed firmly into his balls and his huge cock rested across my face. I could smell and taste the man’s raw stench and knew that personal hygiene was not something he cared about. 

“That’s it faggot, get a hit of real man stink. That’s what turns you sissies on isn’t it? You love the smell and taste of a real man’s sweat.” He was laughing as he rubbed my face all over his cock and balls, painting my skin with his most intimate odors. I tried to hold my breath, but a smack to my head told me to keep sniffing. I was beginning to become overwhelmed by the rank smell of unwashed balls when the big man finally pushed me away.

“Now tell me how much you want to suck my dick faggot. Be sincere and detailed. Tell Daddy you love his Big Black Cock.” Mr. Towers said in a threatening voice. 

My fear kicked into overdrive as I knew he was being deadly serious. I’d already learned my lesson with Alpha men like him at work today with Mr. Jones. I mustered up all my courage and whimpered in a pitiful voice, “Please Mr. Towers, please sir. I’m not like that, just please let me go home.”

For a big man he moved quickly and before I had time to react, I was laying across the naked man’s lap with my panty covered bottom sticking up into the air. The first smack caught me off guard and I squealed a high pitch wail like a girl. Mr. Towers laughed at that but became serious right away. 

“Now you’re gonna take your licks like a good girl. Bad sissies get punished, while good sissies are rewarded. Once you experience the punishment, you’ll beg for the reward bitch.”

With that, the big mean man began spanking my butt with his thick calloused hands, and by the third strike I was sobbing and crying in pain and humiliation. By the tenth slap my ass was burning, and my crying was becoming hysterical. And by the twentieth, I was begging him to stop and promising to do anything he asked. He’d reduced me, a grown man, to a simpering, weak willed, wimp with nothing but his bare hand.

I was pushed roughly off his lap and landed in a heap on the dirty floor. My hands went instantly to my bottom as if they could soothe away the horrid pain. I was crying so hard that I was making squeaking, hiccupping sounds that made my tormentor laugh as he said, “Now tell Daddy how much you want to suck his long, thick, cock, sissy girl.”

I stuttered out, “Please let me suh suh suck your co co cock.”

That earned my left ear a hard finger flick that made me yelp in surprise and pain.

“Try again bitch and be more detailed. And I told you to call me Daddy.” The rough beast gruffly barked at me.

“Please Dddaddy, please let me suck your buh buh beautiful cock. It’s so long and thick, I just need to feel it in my mouth. Please Daddy. Can I please suck it for you?”

“Well sure you can baby girl. You just had to ask nicely. Crawl over here to Daddy and show his BBC some lovin.”

I crawled to the dreadful man like a whipped dog and knelt before him staring directly at the menacing black tool hanging between his muscular thighs. I reached up with my right hand and gripped the throbbing tube of flesh noticing immediately that my small hand didn’t reach the entire way around his cock. The heat coming from the semi erect dick was intense as was the rank odor still emanating from his hairy balls. With shameful trepidation I slowly brought my lips in contact with the leaking head of the mushroom shaped glans.

Mr. Towers gasped in pleasure as my lips touched his cockhead and he said, “That’s a good girl, that’s just what Daddy needs. You look natural down there, caring for a real man’s cock like the worthless sissy whore you know you are. Now get to sucking, we have a busy night ahead of us and I need to take the edge off first.”

Busy night? Oh god, what does this horrid man have planned for me? How did my life spiral into this humiliating madness? My thoughts were interrupted by my tormentor’s large hands grasping my head like he was holding a basketball he was about to pass. Before I could come to grips with my precarious situation, I felt the head of his massive cock fill my mouth as Mr. Towers pulled me closer to his body. I barely had time to cover my teeth with my lips before he was pumping his boner in and out of my mouth like he was using me to masturbate.

I gulped and gagged, tears filling my eyes, as my face was fucked ruthlessly by my landlord. He was not gentle at all, instead forcing his cock into my throat without warning and fucking my head like it was one of those real dolls you see in porn ads. Saliva and precum were drooling from my mouth onto my chest since swallowing was becoming impossible due to the constant intrusion of the huge tool in my throat. I was becoming lightheaded from the lack of oxygen and the rapid movement of my head in the big man’s hands.

Mr. Towers kept up a litany of crude comments as he used me for his pleasure. “Yeah bitch, swallow my dick. That’s a good girl. You were made for this shit, nothing but a sissy bitch. Fuck yeah, show me what sissy crackers are good for you nasty cunt. Shit, you thought you were a man, didn’t you? No real man would ever let this happen. You nothin but a sissy faggot.”

I was crying like a little bitch as this horror of a man used me relentlessly for his own pleasure. He laughed at me saying, “Awe, you really love my dick don’t you sweetie? You’re crying in sheer joy over the thrill of swallowing my cock for me. Don’t worry sissy, you’ll get plenty of Daddy’s cock from now on, I’ll make sure of it. Now get ready for your treat baby girl, Daddy’s gonna cum. You better swallow every drop if you know what’s good for you.”

That was the only warning I got before the first rope of hot cum shot directly down my throat. I felt the huge cock spasm repeatedly as burst after burst of bitter, salty slime filled my stomach. The cruel bastard pulled his cock out far enough that just the head filled my mouth as the final three or four hot blasts swirled around my teeth and gums. I had no choice but to taste every drop as my tongue was coated in another man’s discharge.

And I’m ashamed to admit that I obeyed my orders and swallowed dutifully, like a good sissy. Oh fuck, what’s wrong with me?

Towers patted my head like I was his pet dog then pulled his cock from my mouth and wiped it clean in my hair. I knelt there sobbing and gasping for air, too embarrassed to look up at the second man I’d sucked off today. 

“Now get your ass in the shower bitch. I laid some clothes out on my bed for you. Clean yourself up all pretty like and come back here so we can start your training. You have thirty minutes to make yourself look sexy for Daddy, so you better hurry.” The big man commanded.

There was nothing I wanted more than to get away from him for as long as possible, so I scrambled to pick myself up and rush to the ensuite bathroom. My horrible landlord laughed as he slapped my ass as I hurried past him eager to escape. Thirty minutes was better than nothing I suppose.

Part Four

I wanted nothing more than to stay in the shower for hours, but I knew not to disobey Mr. Towers. Listen to me, disobey, like I’m a naughty child. I hate myself for being such a wimp, but I truly am afraid of what will happen to me if I don’t do as I’m told. These men are brutes. They scare me even when they aren’t threatening me. I’ve always been afraid of certain ‘urban’ types of people. I roll up my windows and lock the car doors when driving through darker neighborhoods. Now here I am at the mercy of two onyx thugs who think of me as nothing more than a sexual plaything.

But I’m a man! I can’t believe I’ve been reduced to this cowering sissy. These rough men just take advantage of me repeatedly and I do nothing to stop them. No wonder my wife left me for a stronger man. Even the women who live in my building take advantage of me. I have got to find a way to stop this awful torment before I’m lost completely. 

Sure, those words sound great when I’m alone in the shower, but as soon as I enter the bedroom and see the ridiculous clothing laid out for me, all thoughts of rebellion leave my mind, and I begin to pick through the outfit and get dressed.

The way I’ve been made to keep my body shaved makes the wearing of these silky clothes a sensual experience. I hate myself for feeling this way, but as I slide the panties up my legs and feel them press against my tiny package, I feel a shiver of sexual pleasure run up my spine.

I stood in front of the mirror and looked at the finished product after dressing in everything Mr. Towers had laid out for me. I was wearing a parody of a schoolgirl outfit. Think Japanese Anime. I wore pink ruffled panties, the likes of which you might see on one of those sissy cartoon sites. A white short sleeved top with pink ruffles around the sleeves and collar was laid over a bra the same color as my panties. A bra, I might add, that was filled by my embarrassingly puffy and grown out breasts. I must easily fill a B cup by now. My skirt was way too short and of a matching pink color to my panties and ruffles. I had on a pair of white thigh high stockings and black Mary Jane shoes with 3-inch platform heels. I felt like a fool, but even I had to admit that I looked quite feminine when dressed up this way.

I peeked at the clock and realized I only had a minute to spare, so I quickly left the bedroom and hurried out to Mr. Towers. When I entered the living room, I was shocked to find not just my landlord but also Deb, Erica, and Laura, 3 of the ladies who lived in the building, and coincidentally the ones who tormented me on a regular basis.

The four of them laughed at my appearance and Deb stepped forward to say, “Oh my god Terry, look what you’ve done to the little sissy. She looks adorable!”

Mr. Towers said, “Well you ladies all know the facts. Pale faced little wimps like our boy Tiny are all just one step away from being girls anyway. Now you ladies have some work to do on our sissy so let’s get to it.” He looked at me and said, “Bitch get your ass over to the table and sit down. These ladies have some lessons for you.”

The women all giggled at how quickly I rushed to sit at the kitchen table. They thought my obedience was hilarious and they let me know it repeatedly. Deb and Laura sat on either side of me while Erica stood directly in front of me. I was turned to face away from the table on which had been set a large folding box filled with makeup of every shade and form.

Erica had reached for a round pad that was heavy with powder but stopped short as she looked down at my chest. “Oh, shit girls, look at Tiny’s titties!”

They all had a cruel laugh at my expense as my face turned a deep shade of red. I was scolded for blushing and told it would interfere with my makeup tutorial. I tried pleading with the women to stop this humiliation, but they each reminded me of my “pervy” behavior in the past. There was no one in my life who could or would save me, it appeared.

The next hour was spent teaching me how to apply foundation, blush, eyeshadow, eyeliner, lip liner, and a seemingly endless litany of other chemical applications to “enhance my outer beauty”. Their words, not mine.

Next, they brought out a variety of wigs in different lengths and colors, finally settling on a blonde bob cut to frame my face. I was then made to stand before a full-length mirror that had been set up in the living room and was stunned by the pretty looking blonde schoolgirl reflected to me. 

Mr. Towers stood behind me, well if you’ll pardon the pun, towered over me from behind and said, “Damn, girl you are fucking hot. The guys are gonna love you.”

Before I could ask what guys he was referring to, the ladies began whispering and giggling together. They all looked expectantly toward Mr. Towers and Deb asked, “So Terry, can we do it now? Please?”

The big man laughed and said, “I guess you’ve waited long enough. Sure thing ladies, let’s give Tiny his present.”

Deb clapped her hands in delight as Erica brought forth a small pink box, roughly the size of one that would hold an engagement ring. There was a pink bow on top and a small card that said, For Tiny, From Christy.

It was from my ex-wife. I found it hard to believe she would return the ring I gave her. I thought for certain she’d pawned it for the money. 

My four tormentors surrounded me as I was told to open my gift. With shaking hands, I slowly ripped off the wrapping paper and opened the plain white box within. What I saw there brought tears to my eyes. I recognized the chastity cage for what it was right away. I’d seen many of them before in the sissy porn I was often forced to watch.

It was quite small and made of very hard and durable pink silicone. It was little more than a single ring with a caged dome little wider than a human thumb. The silver lock attached to it seemed much stronger than it looked, and I gulped in fear of what lay ahead for me.

Part Five

I stood there in my landlord’s apartment dressed like a slutty schoolgirl with three beautiful women and one hulking, muscular, black thug grinning at me like I was a ripe strawberry about to be picked and devoured. Mr. Towers broke the silence with, “Well now that our little pet sissy is ready, we can get this party started. Ladies, why don’t you tell my friends to come on over now. I’m sure they’re getting bored working on Tiny’s apartment all evening.”

I looked at him in stunned and shocked silence as my mouth refused to open and my brain fed it with nothing to say anyway. Working in my apartment? What evil was this horrible man concocting at my expense now? Before I could even think of something to say, the three women left giggling, and I was alone with my behemoth of a landlord.

“Now, a few things are going to happen here tonight Tiny, and the last thing you want to do is make a fuss. Believe me, when I tell you, nothing has happened to you that caused you too much pain or humiliation. But if you ruin tonight’s activities in any way, I will see to it that your life takes a very wrong turn. You know between the two of us, Reggie and I can make things very bad for you, right?”

I stammered out, “Ppplease Sssir, I just want to gggo home and be left alone. Can’t you all just leave me alone?”

The big man smiled down at me, “Nah sissy, we have big plans for you. You ain’t the first wimpy little Caucasian to get caught in our web. Me and Reggie have a knack for finding sissies like you and turning you out for fun and profit. Those ladies who just left. Yeah, they all had husbands just like you at one time. If I remember correctly, you might have passed one of them when you first got here. She was the previous laundry boy and Deb’s ex.”

I did remember the crying sissy who ran past me on my first day here, and in fact had often wondered if that poor thing had been tormented like me.

Mr. Towers said, “Yeah, I see in your eyes you remember little Sally. I hear she’s a working girl now. Good for her, everyone needs a career.”

I was too terrified to even speak. These people were psychotic. What could I do though? They had too much blackmail material on me now, so my only option was to let this horror play out until I could reach the light at the end of the tunnel. Sally got out somehow, and so would I.

My thoughts were interrupted by the boisterous arrival of the three beautiful women and five rough looking men, all of whom had darker skin than even Mr. Towers. Oh, dear god, what was going to happen tonight?

Mr. Towers greeted his new guests happily and introduced them to me by name. “I’m glad you guys could make it tonight. Thanks for all your hard work in wiring up my new sissy’s apartment. It’ll be good to keep an eye on him day and night. Now it’s time for all you niggas to meet the sissy herself.” I had trouble seeing them clearly with the tears filling my eyes, but as each man was introduced, he stepped forward and I got a good look at their muscular physiques. 

“Sissy, this here bald mother fucker is Slim. Say hello to Slim.” I looked up at the monster of a man now standing before me and gulped audibly. He weighed 350lbs easily, but it didn’t look sloppy, instead he was ripped with muscles everywhere except for his enormous belly. He stood at least six foot four and was shaved bald on top of his head but had a full, bushy beard. I tried to project an air of masculinity, but my voice squeaked out a pitiful, “Nice to meet you Sir.”

The big man laughed and said, “Sir, I like that.” He looked at Mr. Towers and said, “Bitch called me Sir. You got this pasty cracker trained my man.”

Mr. Towers laughed as he brought the next two men forward. They were identical twins, both just as tall, dark, and dangerous looking like my landlord. They were introduced as Turk and Shade and neither of them spoke a word. They simply looked at me with disgust in their eyes and moved into the apartment to get more comfortable.

The next man in line was grinning and staring at me like I was a glass of water in the desert. He took the lead saying, “Hey there sissy boy, my name’s Tyrell. Damn glad to meet you. Your ex wife didn’t sell you short, you are a sexy little bitch. We gonna have some fun tonight.”

He was tall, but unlike the others, he carried no extra weight and was in fact cut like an Olympic swimmer. As he walked past me, he pinched my ass rather hard making me squee in surprise. This of course made everyone laugh at my expense. I didn’t have time to ponder how Christy knew this man before the last of the thugs was introduced.

Oh fuck, I knew him. He was the pastor who had married Christy and I several years ago. What the fuck was happening?

The preacher was the largest of the men by far. He stood six foot six and weighed close to 400lbs. I remember Christy gasping at first sight of him and talking about him endlessly for months after our wedding. She was very curious about what he was packing between his legs since the rest of him was so massive.

He reached out with one hand that was the size of a catcher’s mitt and caressed the side of my face gently. “Oh, darling we are gonna have us some fun tonight.”

As he moved away, I saw Mr. Towers grinning sadistically at me as he said, “Let’s get this party started folks!”

Part Six

Soon the apartment was filled with laughter, music, and raucous conversation. I was forced to play the part of servant, so I was kept busy fetching drinks for everyone, lighting cigarettes, refilling chips and dip bowls, and basically anything else anyone needed. They kept me running for a few hours as they all got rather drunk and made fun of me. 

But then the room got quiet except for the sound of a face call on Mr. Towers’ laptop. The music was turned off, the conversation stopped, and everyone looked giddy in anticipation of what this call would bring.

Mr. Towers set the laptop on the mantle, giving its camera a clear view of the entire living room before pressing the button to answer the call. 

And of course, it was Reggie and Christy calling. My boss and my ex-wife grinning happily from the laptop screen. They were obviously relaxing on a beach somewhere. That explained why Mr. Jones left work so early today. He and my Christy obviously had a beach getaway planned. I was in hell having my lovely bride seeing me like this. I once thought we’d be together forever, and now she was off with the brutal man who’d made my life so miserable, and I was trapped in this horror show of an apartment building with these lunatics.

Christy tried to speak but having seen me standing there with a serving tray full of empty glasses, she was laughing far too hard to get any words out. So, Mr. Jones did the talking for them both.

“Hey everyone! It’s great to see you all. Especially our little sissy. How’s she behaving herself Terry?” Mr. Towers responded, “She’s doing fine Reg, obeys like a good sissy should. She been prancing around all night serving her superiors. Even taught her to curtsey, wanna see?”

Christy choked out, “Oh god yes! Show us!”

Mr. Towers snapped his fingers, and I held the tray with one hand and lifted the hem of my skirt with the other in a perfect curtsey that made the happy couple on the monitor quite happy.

Everyone applauded the spectacle making me blush furiously before standing up straight again. I wanted to say something, anything at all to my beautiful ex, but words failed me as my throat closed in a pathetic sob. Tears filled my eyes as Mr. Jones said, “Well T, let’s get this show on the road. Did you give our pet her gift?”

Towers said, “We sure did, just waiting for you two so we can do the ceremony.”

I tried to speak up, but just couldn’t wrap my head around it all, “I, um…wait…ceremony?”

Christy said, “Eloquent as ever, aren’t you? Christ, what did I ever see in you? I mean look how easy it was for real men to put you in your place. Although you do look kinda cute, all dressed up like that. Anyway, let’s get on with caging the loser so I can get back to fucking my man.” She looked at me again thru the screen of the laptop and sneered, “What a fucking wimp.”

I soon felt like a small animal being surrounded by a pack of ravenous wolves as Mr. Towers and all his guests formed a semi-circle around me keeping the laptop pointed into the center where I stood.

The Preacher, Reverend Samual, stepped forward and said with a smile, “Ladies and gentlemen, it gives me great pleasure to see you all here today for this wonderous event. It seems to me that these glorious celebrations are becoming more accepted by society as young, white women are starting to realize where true pleasure and happiness can be found in such a wicked world. When I first met young Christy, I knew she was making a horrible mistake by marrying the pitiful sissy you see before you. My dear friend Reggie Jones introduced me to Christy when she was seeking guidance over her disappointment in her useless, limp dick, hubby. And, as a man of conscience, I could do little more than advise her to find happiness elsewhere. I am happy to say, young Christy found that happiness in the bed of my brother from another mother, Reggie.”

I stood there in stunned silence as the rest of them behaved as though they were standing in church at a real wedding or joining ceremony. I truly had no idea what was going on, but several menacing looks from Mr. Towers made it abundantly clear that I should remain silent.

Reverand Samual continued, “We live in a world free from the chains of our past. A world where we have surpassed the so-called equality we once fought for and won. In this brave new world order, men with superior genes, with superior strength and intellect, with superior procreative abilities, are now the true rulers of the hearts, minds, and bodies of all the women we meet. Women like our dear Christy and the three lovely ladies standing with me have all been baptized in the elixir of the superior BBC. This is not a fetish, this is not a kink, no brothers and sisters, this is the New World Order! And here, today, we will initiate a new servant into the true path. Debra, if you’d please bring forward the cage.”

My neighbor, the delightfully beautiful Deb, stepped toward the preacher with the little box I’d received from Christy and Mr. Jones. Ok, I admit, this was not one of my proudest moments. But I never saw this coming. Even with this weird ceremony happening, I still didn’t think it had anything to do with that damned chastity device. Maybe we Caucasian boys aren’t as clever as we think.

Deb was grinning, hell everyone but me was smiling, as she handed the pink cage to Reverand Samual. The big man continued, “This pretty, pink, chastity cage is more than simply a way to keep perverted little boys like Tiny here from playing with his little clitty. No, it also serves as a symbol of the eradication of unwanted erections from white penises. Ain’t nobody wants to see some tiny pink pecker every time some cracker gets excited.”

He had to pause there for the laughter to die down. I was still mortified and had trouble finding my voice.

“When Reggie and Christy decided it was time to neuter their pet, I talked them into the more satisfying method of caging his pathetic noodle instead of castrating the little bitch.” The preacher said as I choked and gaped at his terrifying words.

“You see folks, it’s a more pleasant experience to see your sissy suffer than have it accept its place in despair. Knowing that it’s micro penis can get stiff but stays painfully trapped in its pink prison is infinitely more torturous than having no feelings at all. Castration eventually puts the sissy in a peaceful frame of mind, safe in the knowledge there is nothing it can do to properly ejaculate. But a cage? Oh, that’s a wonderful torture to inflict on a cracker boy. Just imagine him going about his daily laundry duties while locked up tight. Every sniff of these lovely ladies’ panties will drive the sissy insane, making him much more obedient in his desire to hopefully be unlocked and allowed to rub his tiny clitty. As a motivator for proper behavior, it’s better than corporal punishment.”

As the assembled crowd laughed again, I finally found my voice. Sort of anyway.

“Wa wa wait a minute. This is gggetting crazy. I won’t stand for this. Christy and I aren’t even married any longer. What’s wrong with you people, are you…” Slap!

I never even saw the preacher move his arm, but he slapped my face like a pimp educating one of his hoes. Tears filled my eyes instantly and I’m ashamed to say, I sobbed like a child. Erica and Deb comforted me saying things like, “You should know better than that Tiny.” And “Awe it’s ok, just mind your manners from now on.”

I could hear Christy giggling through the monitor and saying, “Must be the hormones making her so emotional.” Before she and Reggie shared a laugh.

What a sight I must have made. Standing in my landlord’s apartment surrounded by dark skinned men and light skinned women, crying and rubbing my red cheek, all while dressed like a parody of a slutty schoolgirl. My father would be so proud.

Reverand Samual cleared his throat and continued. “Now, if that’s the last of the interruptions? Good, let’s continue. As I look around at several happy couples I am thrilled and heartened by the wonders of mixed relationships. Deb and Tyrell, Erica and Turk, Laura and Shade. You all look so lovey today; your happiness is a glorious reminder that all white women belong at the side of a strong man of color. And you Terry Towers, we need to find you a woman to keep you on the straight and narrow. You been running wild since you was a shorty.”

Mr. Towers laughed and said, “Nah Preach, I’m having too much fun with all the single ladies I got running around this place. I ain’t ready to settle yet.”

Everyone laughed, except yours truly of course, and the Reverand continued, “Well, like I told my beautiful wife tonight before I came here, I said, ‘Darling, everyone has a soul mate, it just takes time for some to find each other, Amen’. Now that brings me to the happy reason for our joining here today. Word from Terry here is that ya’ll been playing matchmaker. Slim, please step forward.”

The bald giant of a man stepped into the semi-circle to stand in front of the preacher and next to me. I started to sweat and blush as my shame filled mind began to make horrible connections.

I stammered out, “Nnnn No! No please! Not this!” Slim moved quickly for such a large man and before I could even twitch, he’d grabbed my panty clad package and began to squeeze. I yelped in surprise and pain as I stood on the tips of my toes to try and relieve the pressure in my nuts.

Slim said, “Hush now darling, let the preacher talk.”

Reverand Samual laughed and shook his head, “Awe, first lover’s quarrel. How cute. Now, where was I? Oh yes, when our dear friend Slim was released from prison, where the man kept him down unjustly, he asked his friends for help getting back on his feet. Brother Terry helped him out with an apartment, Brother Reggie hired him for a well-paying position in his firm, and our beloved Sister Christy suggested the perfect bed warmer for Slim after his long, lonely time of solitude.”

“Oh god no,” I moaned in horror, humiliation, and physical pain, as Slim still had hold of my tenders and was keeping me in check with a sharp squeeze. Tears were flowing down my cheeks now as the true nature of my defilement was laid out before me. How was I ever blind enough to fall for someone as twisted as Christy? How was I so stupid as to become a plaything to these brutish men? I was feeling completely fucked emotionally and was beginning to realize I may soon feel it physically as well. Oh, my dear god.

The feeling of Slim releasing my testicles brought me back to the ceremony from hell and I heard Reverand Samual say, “The ring please.”

Part Seven

It was surreal. I couldn’t have imagined in my worst nightmares a more humiliating and terrifying situation. As if they were the groomsmen at my wedding, the brutish twins, Shade and Turk each took one of my arms and held me steady as Deb lifted my skirt out of the way for Erica to pull down my panties. The laughter that followed still haunts me as the group of my bullies shamed me for the miniature size of my penis. It’s never been much to speak of, but in all this constant mortification, my poor penis was trying to climb back up inside of me. It could barely be seen. And the worst part? Everyone felt sorry for Christy! They all had words of comfort for her because she’d been forced to touch the horrid little nub.

Erica flicked it a couple of times and even that disdainful touch was enough for my freakish mind to become turned on. My traitorous little dick stiffened to its full length, a laughable four inches, under the amused glare of the onlookers.

From the laptop I heard Mr. Jones’ voice say, “Should we let the creepy little wimp shoot his nasty sissy squirts before sealing him in?”

Everyone thought that was a hilarious idea and several ideas were tossed around to see how I was to be allowed to cum. Letting me jerk off was not an option, nor was having sex with any of the women of course. A suggestion was made to have me hump Slim’s leg like a dog. Another was for the women to take turns flicking my “tiny ovaries”, as they were calling my testicles. But the winner was from my darling ex-wife. 

“I want to see him squirt ‘hands free’ like those sissies in the videos you make him watch Reggie baby.”

After several minutes of deliberation, it was decided I’d be allowed to sniff one of the ladies worn panties to see if that would make my “clitty” squirt. Erica donated hers, saying, “Turk and I fucked earlier, and I haven’t had time to shower or change, so my undies are pretty ripe right now.”

Through the laughter of the crowd, I heard my dear Christy say, “I wonder which will make him squirt, the smell of Erica’s cunt or Turk’s cum?”

Erica slipped off her panties and held them up to my face, the damp crotch touching my upper lip and nose. Every breath I took was filled with the dank, fishy, sour, stink of body odor, piss, cum, and raw pussy secretions. It was intolerable, it was degrading, it was horrific…it was making my penis throb and strain in excitement. What the fuck is wrong with me?

Everyone was laughing at me and urging me to shoot my tiny load. The women were in fact cheering the phrase, “Squirt Sissy, Squirt! Squirt Sissy, Squirt!”

The disgrace I felt was like a physical blow to my stomach. Never in my life could I imagine such degradation. I could not imagine falling any further than at that moment.

And then. Oh, fuck me. And then, Slim leaned in and whispered into my ear, “If sniffing my boy’s load don’t do it for you, wait till you taste mine.” Then he licked my ear slowly from bottom to top before backing away.

His tongue hadn’t even moved from my skin before I was shooting the biggest load of my life into my pretty, pink, panties. I was shaking, blushing, sweating, and moaning like a two-dollar whore. The crowd broke into applause and that bastard Slim had the audacity to take a bow.

Erica pulled my panties back into place and I could feel my cum against the skin of my prick and balls. She rubbed the fabric around to make sure my package was coated with cream then pulled the underwear back down to my knees. My little penis shrunk even further than before as the ejaculate cooled against my skin.

“Well, I believe it’s time Brother Slim. Are you ready to seal the deal with your new sissy?” The terrible preacher asked.

“Oh, I sure am Brother Samual, I sure as hell am.” The monster answered.

Slim gripped my balls between his finger and thumb then slipped the silicone ring over my entire package. It was a tight fit that would ensure the device would never slip off. With my prick and balls now trapped in the ring, Erica handed Slim the tiny cover that would enclose my penis. It was fitted to the ring and the lock slipped through to hold the unholy contraption in place. With a soft click that I swear was as loud as thunder, the device was locked onto my most private parts. It felt heavy hanging there and fresh tears rolled down my face as the gathered bullies cheered, laughed, and clapped.

I sank to my knees in defeat and cried tears of frustration and shame. How could this have happened? I always thought of myself as a good person. 

The preacher broke my self-pitying reverie with, “I believe it’s time to consummate this wonderful new relationship.

I blinked up at the ebony sadist and saw him pulling his long, thick cock from his trousers. I tried to look away but to my left and right were other dark brutes freeing their own massive dicks. The ladies had all stepped away and the men now surrounded me with their pants around their ankles. The smell of unwashed cock and balls permeated the air all around my head and I felt dizzy and nauseated.

A rough, calloused hand gripped the back of my head and turned me till I faced the biggest, blackest, thickest cock I’d ever seen. Even porn actors would be jealous of what Slim was packing. He towered over me at six four, three hundred fifty pounds. His crotch smelled like the worst parts of a locker room, and I could feel the heat emanating from his balls.

“I get the first honors” he said with a wicked grin.

The other men chided him, saying, “Hey no fair, the sissy bitch will be living with you from now on. You gonna get that mouth and ass any time you want.”

Slim said, “Never fear my brothas! I’ll be sharing my sweet little princess with ya’ll, not just tonight but every night. Oh yeah, that reminds me. I almost forgot. Princess is my bitch’s new name. So, let’s make it official. Princess! Suck!”

I know I’ve said it before and I’ll probably say it again, but this was the moment I would finally speak up and break out of this horrible prison. I was about to stand up and scream at them all. I would call the police! I would expose them all to the press or to anyone who would listen! I would…I would…Oh fuck. 

I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around the head of Slim’s cock while softly licking the piss slit, tasting his salty precum. He wasted no time and slid his entire cock into my mouth, pushing past my gag reflex like it wasn’t there at all. He was buried balls deep in my throat within seconds and before I could think of taking a breath, he was fucking my face with wild abandon. 

I made sloppy Gluk Gluk sounds as the saliva built up in my mouth. I had to keep swallowing the massive amounts of precum and spit or risk drowning in bodily fluids.

Balls the size of eggs slapped against my chin and wiry pubes tickled my nose with each inward thrust of Slim’s enormous cock. My senses were overwhelmed by the taste and smell of this muscular man’s musky package. I wanted to fight. I truly did. But it seems I am the sissy they want me to be.

I stayed on my knees for more than forty minutes as my face was pummeled by BBC. I was at the mercy of this black thug and was terrified of the direction my life was headed in. 

I felt Slim’s cock throb and his balls tighten and knew what to expect. Expect. Sure, let’s believe I could ever expect the massive load that filled my mouth, throat, and stomach over the next minute or so. His cum was hot and thick, the texture of pudding, and it made my cheeks bulge like a chipmunk preparing for winter. 

Once again, the congregation cheered and congratulated Slim on conquering his sissy fucktoy. They high fived and back slapped and ignored me for a minute or two so I could choke down the dregs of Slim’s terrible load. The big man stepped back but his friends remained around me and I knew this was going to be a long night.

Part Eight

“Wish we could be there for the reception, but we have a fun night planned.” I heard my ex-wife exclaiming. 

All eyes turned to the monitor as if everyone but me knew what she was referring to. I watched Christy turn the camera toward another couple on the beach. She continued, “They were really surprised to see me here with Reggie, but after a few drinks and my man’s smooth way of talking, they’ve agreed to meet us for dinner tonight. After that, we’ll see what we can do about turning her out to the black locals and turning him into our new sissy pet.”

Before I had a chance to react in any way, Christy turned off her camera cutting the connection.

My parents! They were after my parents! Oh, my fucking god!

The hulking men closed in around me and another cock was pushed into my mouth choking off any exclamation I may have wanted to shout. How could this possibly get any worse?

The End?