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Bridegroom Gloom

By Devin Dickie

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BRIDEGROOM GLOOM

by Devin Dickie

It was an amazing June night for a wedding reception. At the beautiful rooftop wedding in a plush Los Angeles hotel, the nuptials were finished and the real party had begun in earnest in the ballroom. The DJ played Pop Hits, sprinkled with Hip Hop party music as the diverse and generally good looking crowd enjoyed themselves.

Trisha was in her element. The extremely voluptuous bride wore an elegant wedding dress that would have easily graced the pages of the highest caliber of wedding magazines. The plunging top the dress sank deep into the cleavage of her tremendous natural 34F breasts, and a dangerously narrow waist combined with her broad sweeping hips made her irresistible to the eyes of men and women alike. To top that off, with crystal-blue eyes and her dark brown hair in conjunction with her Megan Fox-like face, she seemed like royalty. Truly the belle of the ball, surrounded by friends that wanted to be her and by men that all secretly desired her.

Gushing compliments were met with bashful smiles and blushing cheeks, but the adoration wasn’t lost on Trish. At her core, she was well aware of her worth. Her Master’s Degree in Theatre had taught her many things, but not nearly as much as her job of working as the most “naturally gifted” stripper in all Phoenix over the last summer break of college.

Here she was, twenty-eight years old and proudly displaying most of those natural assets. It was the most happy day of her life, surrounded by friends and family.

Trisha had been planning this day well before she had met Timothy (or Tim as his friends called him.) Tim was a much

smaller man than she had typically dated, but he was great looking (almost too good looking for a man).

It was true that he wasn’t her typical type. Trisha had experienced a really bad breakup with a wonderful black gentleman named Leon. It had not ended on her terms. She was crushed when Leon had called it off. So she thought to herself, “Maybe it’s time to switch teams again.” Trisha had not been with a white guy since high school and she went to college her interests started to take a more “dark-skinned persuasion”.

Tim was different though, shorter and confident. Sweet and considerate. More than that; he’d melted her heart. She loved him. Not to mention that he had a great job as a chief sound engineer for a major Hip Hop Music Label. Always well dressed, matching belts with ties and suits,he was impeccable with his wardrobe. That his lips were skillful and charm irresistible on top of everything else made Tim an enviable catch.

But more than anything, he absolutely LOVED Trisha.

From his vantage across the room, watched his bride in earnest.His bride.​​ Tim didn’t know whether it was because he wasn’t breastfed as a child or what, but he was always extremely turned on by Trisha’s overdeveloped body. Even as he looked at her now,he could feel his fire burning for her. Maybe there was an

underlying sense that she was too good for him, but that he had done it: He had gotten the girl of his dreams. ​​Yes!

They met at an Arthur Murray ballroom dancing class. Out of incredible odds both Trisha and Tim were watching the same stupid Ballroom Dance Reality Show and had been inspired to go to the same studio on the same night. It was there they were paired together as dance partners for a salsa class. They danced extraordinarily well together.

Unbeknownst to Tim, Trisha had been trying something out of her comfort zone. She needed to meet a nice guy. Her tribe were strong, but filled with bad girls and clubbing nights. She found herself mostly hanging out with a rougher, more thugged out crowd. It was time for her to look to her future and build something that could last forever.

By contrast, Tim had always been a great dancer. He had always had an inordinate amount of success with women through dancing even as far back as high school. It was like this amazing gift he had, especially since he was 5’5” and 130lbs. His good looks and dancing gave him a bit of an edge and confidence. It was really the confidence that Trisha responded to. She hated soft, weak men.

Try though she might to embrace sugar and spice, there was a predatory something in Trisha that made her want to tear down weakness in men and even her own girlfriends. She knew that she was the full package and was overjoyed to at last find her match in a man that could dance, looked good, was charming, well dressed, successful and deliciously confident.

Tim stole another glance towards his beautiful wife as he talked to Gina, Trisha’s equally beautiful best friend. Gina was like every mean pretty girl that has ever been depicted in film: wicked, gorgeous, bossy and blonde. As Gina’s conversation rambled on, so did the countdown to consummation. Tim was beginning to sweat a little. He had been engaged to Trisha for nearly six months and yes, they were rushing into it, but they had NEVER had sex. Not once.

Tonight was going to be the big night.

Of course, this was a curiosity to Trisha. Though she had definitely “pumped the brakes” hard in the beginning to create the power dynamic she felt comfortable with in a relationship, she hadn’t expected Tim would stop trying. Never had a man responded in that fashion. It was bizarre, but she had liked that it was unexpected. It was actually a relief to Trisha who had been chased and nearly accosted by all variety of men for her sexuality.

It was extremely refreshing that she could get to know a guy without sex being at the top of his desire.

The reality, however, was far darker than Trisha imagined. Tim had desired Trisha more than any woman that he had ever known. Their sexual chemistry on the dancefloor alone was nuclear. But deep down beneath the lacquer of confidence and graceful moves, Tim harbored an embarrassing little secret. Since he was in college, he had been stuffing his undershorts with a thick tube sock around his balls and penis, since meeting Trisha he had upgraded to a Silicone sleeve. The fleshtone sleeve was a girth and penus extender that fit over his 4 inch penis like an EXTREMELY padded condom. It stayed latched over his man sized balls with its exterior beefed-up shell, it really looked like a realistic 8 inch flacid cock. (Almost like a prosthetic extension) It gave the illusion of a substantial bulge being very present in his crotch area. What Tim lacked in height and athleticism was mirrored in the small package in his trousers. When flaccid, his eternally skinny penis was nearly 3 inches and when rock hard it would reach almost the size of a roll of nickels. Everyday, he would stuff his underwear with the prosthetic sleeve to give that added confidence as he walked around. Even now, while speaking to Gina, he felt more at ease with the artificial bulge filling out the void beneath his zipper. He could feel her gaze, like most girls, go down to his crotch from time to time.

Keeping Trisha in the dark wasn’t something he intended to do for long. He just wanted her too badly to lose her. Surely, it was a stupid little fear. Tim kept telling himself “Size doesn’t REALLY

matter”, “four inches and that is about an average penis size” and, ultimately, “Trish wasn’t that shallow.”

But divulging the lie was a risk, and Tim just didn’t want to risk ANYTHING with her.

So Tim told her that he wanted their first time having sex to be special and that he wanted to wait till their wedding night. When pressed, he cited “Religious Reasons”.

Shelving sex was not without consequence: it had actually started to make Trisha feel bad. Even unattractive. She ALWAYS felt attractive, but the more that she couldn’t coax Tim to have premarital sex, the more she felt kind of ugly, which was new to her. She never let on of those feelings, doubts, but there had been moments, after a few hot and heavy nights that ended in a cold shower, she found herself standing before the mirror, wondering what it was that didn’t appeal to him. Trisha's curvaceous body didn’t stop at radiating sex appeal -- she was also fueled by it. More than just enjoying a man’s attention, her exceedingly full breasts and hips relished basking in a man’s physical affections. After a while, those cravings won out and she outright demanded that he go down on her. Tim was quite good at eating her out. She would then ask to reciprocate, hungry to see and feel a rigid totem to her beauty, but Tim would change the subject or invoke the Holy Spirit. Of course, it was always impressive to her how Tim

would only get very firm in a package, but never a rock hard throb. She liked his control. It maddened her with the challenge of eventually having his cock laid bare to her body and skills -- and watching his precious control disintegrate before her.

Trisha’s last serious boyfriend had been the big Black bouncer at the strip club that she worked at over two summers ago. He was the guy that had talked her into doing it. It had been a full summer. Rollicking nights that were dirty, seedy and sometimes, downright filthy. This dry spell with Tim sometimes made her miss that summer’s morning Advil, following a night of thorough pounding. Tim was a gentleman and not like the other thugs that her and Gina had been attracted to in college. He was the stuff of white weddings, ballroom practice and sophisticated dinner parties. Trisha had strutted her body on stage and enjoyed late nights on the Hip Hop circuit for fun -- but she’d gone to college and fallen in love with a short, confident man for a ​l​​ ​ife. ​Surely, the wait would be worth it. Every time she squeezed the thick bulge of his trousers, she ached for the wedding night, and to feel herself properly stretched open again.

Truth was, though, Tim was secretly hard as a rock at every move of her hips, of even suggestion of a touch, but padded by all that silicone around his penis. It killed him to not let her go down on him too. He had to keep telling himself, it was for the long game.She needs to be in love with me first.

To be fair, Tim had experienced some very mean women along the way, and his most recent ex had given him a bit of a complex over his small penis. She would always cry out “deeper, deeper” or only buy magnum XL condoms and watch them slip off and say, “These condoms are the only ones that I have here, so it’s either sex in the big condom or no sex at all.”

She loved to stare as he put it on, joyously ridiculing him“Oh look! There is more room in there... we can tie it off and use it again and again.... Haha!” He could feel his thin little prick retreating inward at the thought.

Tim was taking in the scene from his view at the banquet table: the reception was mostly Trisha’s family and friends. Tim’s family was small and his mom looked uncomfortable around the party crowd. It was all a little too much for Mrs. Littletown.

Tim was getting the Maid of Honor, Gina ​​another​​ drink while she was talking at him. Seeing Trisha’s friends at dinners and evenings out over the last six months didn’t quite do them justice. Gathered together, in posh gowns and coiffed hair, Tim couldn’t believe how crushingly beautiful Trisha’s brides maids were. There was Erika on the dancefloor, the embodiment of a supermodel. Giselle, who was laughing with a group of tall black men,had long legs, sandy blonde hair, and an infectious giggle.

Then there was Veronica, Trisha’s college roommate. Tim knew Veronica the most. Trisha had talked Tim into getting her a job at the record label managing talent. It was very easy for her to fit in because she the most massive and firm butt. If it could be said that Trisha had the most beautiful natural breasts, it might also be said that Veronica had the biggest, roundest ass on a white girl that he had ever seen.

Lastly there was Gina. Gina: always gorgeous and always trouble.

Gina appraised Tim with a raised eyebrow, “Timmy, cheer up! You just married the most beautiful woman in the world! And it doesn’t look TOO weird that she is a few inches taller that you.... That’s something!”

She was clearly buzzed as she continued, smirking, “She talks about your package all the time, too... you little fucker, you are probably hung as hell. God knows she likes ‘em big!”

Tim was so grateful that Gina was too envious of Trisha to notice his own shock that had smashed across his face. ​​Did she just say that Trisha liked big dicks?!​​ He felt himself go pale.

Clearing his throat, he attempted a casual prodding, “What do you mean by that?”

“You are funny! Acting like you don’t know. Haven’t you put two and two together?” Gina laughed boastfully. “Half of the good looking guys here are Trish’s ‘FRIENDS’,” she signaled air quotes as though they weren’t really friends at all.

Gina carefully studied Tim’s face as he saw the world with new eyes. Maybe it was his job in Hip Hop around black people or his adoration of Trisha, he just never thought to ask or look. There he was staring at the crowd, and while a lot of Trish’s family and friends were there, there were about five very athletic Black men that just were flying solo to the wedding... and oh, fuck no. ​Not LEON, too!

Trisha had asked Leon to be Tim’s Best Man since his buddy Jodi wasn’t able to be there. Well, ​asked​​ wasn’t quite the fashion she used. She pressed the option to Tim. His eyes zoomed in on Trisha as she was talking to her Mom and Dad all the while a little TOO CLOSE to Leon.

Gina broke the awkward silence, “I’m just fucking with you, Timmy-boy!” She chided “Or am I?” She made a goofy fool face as she sipped her wine staring a hole through him.

“But from what she says about you, you don’t have ANYTHING to worry about ... you know.. Down there.”

Tim was sweating. ​​My God, what the fuck am I going to do?​Perhaps Gina is just jealous and a malcontent, trying to score upsetting SOMETHING on the perfect night.

The reception continued as pictures were taken, and the wedding dance that they did was picture perfect! Trisha and Tim had practiced over and over for two months for the dance. The audience wasn’t the wiser, but, despite the practice, Tim had messed up a few times during the dance. His mind was spinning over Gina’s words. Trisha was secretly livid that she could feel Tim’s subtle missteps. She fumed to herself, “We practiced this ​​ad nauseam​,​ this is supposed to be our big day, why fuck up now....” But she shook it off, adamant she wouldn’t let such small bumps in the road get to her. Not today..

Giving a curtesy after the dance, Trisha couldn’t believe how many of her ex-lovers were in attendance. The wedding was close to downtown and most of the party, reception and honeymoon suite

was all inclusive. She was sure that it was enticing to many of her friends -- the drinks, the food, the party -- but she knew why Derrick, James, Tyrell, Dominic and Jamar were here. They wanted to see if there was a last chance for a hookup. A possibility for another pass with Trisha.

And then there was Leon.

Leon had been Trisha’s fuck buddy for a long time. She basically stopped having sex with him when she started to develop real feelings for Tim. He was a physical god in the bedroom, blessed with an eleven inch long, seven inch around girth-gifted Big Black COCK! Whether a quickie or a whole evening, that gorgeous cock was, consistently, the best fuck she’d ever had. Giving up Leon was one of the hardest things that she ever had to do. She just didn’t trust him to be all hers, nor to put her first for very long. He and Tim were both take charge men, but Trisha still wanted the final power in a relationship. Leon’s philandering ways and penchant for parties didn’t offer a structured life with her at the epicenter, which she longed for. Tim was the full package -- and if the bulge was any indication, there was a wonderfully satisfying ribbon just awaiting her to unwrap. The addicting feel of Leon’s cock surely wouldn’t be missed for much longer.

As the drinks flowed and the party got going full steam, Trisha felt amorous and in love with her husband. ****Tim looks so good in his tux and she was so happy. She wanted him now.

She took him onto the dance floor and started to dance sexy on him as is tradition for all drunk brides at the end of the night. She squeezed that fat bulge of Tim’s. It was so girthy and meaty. She couldn’t wait to peel those pants down and reveal that monster to her. She could feel the competitive looks and lust of her former lovers out in the reception. They knew she was the prize.

Trisha didn’t want to wait till the party was over. She dragged Tim to the elevator to take him up to the Honeymoon suite... She wanted him now. Tim could hardly take it. She pressed her over abundant breasts against him and squashed him to the mirrored walls of the elevator. If she had looked around she might have seen his face getting close. He had been close to her, sure, but Tim had never had this kind of aggressive attention before. Trisha was ravenous. She kissed him hard and then pulled back. She pulled one of her G Cup natural porcelain breasts free from her bridal plunge. She then kissed him so deep and pulled his hand onto her large breast. And then it happened. Deep inside of that flesh-like silicone sleeve, his 4 straining to be 4 inch penis detonated its payload of cum. For a moment, Tim lost his composure and went brain dead during the deep kiss that Trisha was putting on him . That filled-up sleeve felt weight and he knew that he had just fired his largest load of his life. Though Tim could only feel pressure, not detailed sensation, he became aware that Trisha had a vice

grip on the thick pretend bulge, squeezing and tugging on it. She was getting ready to pull it out.

DING. “Twenty-second Floor”

“Oh Excuse us” Said an 80 year old gentleman as he escorted his elegant but frail wife into the Elevator.

Trisha pulled herself together quickly. Tim was stunned.

Trisha fired off in a giggle “Sorry don’t mind us... you know... newlyweds. He’s been holding out on me.” She played up to the Older wife.

“Don’t worry, we’ll catch the next one” the Old man said. With blood returning to his head from what just happened.

Tim pounced to create some distance.”Its OK you guys take it with us”

Young man, are you alright. You look a little pale.” The older woman then looked at Trisha, “Honey that young man is the luckiest man in the world. God bless you kids. I hope he doesn't

get performance anxiety with you, darlin’.....You are a whole lot of woman. Like a movie star.... Just like Jayne Mansfield but with dark hair.”

DING “Twenty Eighth Floor”

Trisha giggled thinking how many times she had gotten that look that Sophia Loren dropped on Jayne’s Breasts in the infamous picture. Tim was secretly trying to adjust the cum-loaded prosthetic from dropping down his trousers from its new weight as he exited the elevator.

“Have a great night you crazy kids!” The old man patted Tim on his back. “I hope this guy has eaten his Wheaties”

As the newlywed exited, and the doors to the elevator shut, Trisha smiled and squeezed onto Tim, “Awe, we could be that old couple”

It was the sweet moments like this, that Tim knew that his size didn’t matter, that Trisha was sweetheart, unlike those horrible experiences that he had endured in high school and college. Trisha was deep down a good person, even if she could be selfish, and sometimes curt. She was assertive, but kind.

Tim had to find a way to make sure that he got the silicone sleeve off of his body and hidden before the big moment tonight. He saw the door to their room only 20 feet away.

Trisha, stooped down even lower than her 5’5” husband and laid her head onto his shoulder. “You are perfect, Timmy!” she sighed intensely “Tonight has been perfect.... Thank you” She looked up to him and he smiled back. This was the girl he had ALWAYS wanted.

Tim pulled out the wallet and fumbled with the key card as he could feel the dull pull that Trisha was again, squeezing on his “COCK”.

“Baby. Your monster dick is damp. Are you dripping a little precum for me?” The color ran into Tim’s face, “Don’t be embarrassed, any red blooded guy would be dripping precum after waiting for this long to have sex.”

Tim opened the door. “I just got a little excited is all”

“I don’t know how you did it, staying celibate for me to make it special.. I am so honored” Trisha confided as they moved into the Honeymoon suite. The Honeymoon Suite sas everything about Tim’s job. It must cost 2 grand a night. Huge downtown LA view on an enormous balcony complete with a giant 10 person whirlpool. Inside the the giant bed was perfect and the modern lines of the Suite were stunning. The Bridesmaid’s had done their best to decorate it with beautiful white and cream balloons everywhere. Their luggage was neatly placed in there already and it was simply “PERFECT!” Trisha.

Trisha mind wondered off to how hard she worked to get the things she wanted, and even stripped for extra cash at a point in her life when she was unsure of herself. It was being a stripper for a short time that showed her how some men just had money given to them, and that their lives were easy. Her parents were middle class and spent so much on the wedding, Things like this Suite and Tim’s Santa Monica house... with a guest house came easy to him. Yeah he worked at one of the top Hip Hop Labels in the country as a sound engineer, however he made good money and his mother helped him get that job. She needed to shake her own judgement off.

Trisha snapped back into the present, “This is gorgeous, honey! You have outdone yourself! I am going to make sure that I take

REAL GOOD CARE YOU TONIGHT!” Trisha approached her new husband, hungry like the wolf.

As she closed distance and kicked off her shoes. Tim started to panic feeling the still cum filled silicone sock was filled with cum drowning his small 3 limp penis. Tim was thinking “This is it.... Moment of truth” She reached down and gave a final squeeze.

“Now you just wait here and I am going to get ready for you.” she kissed him deep and gave a little squeeze-squeeze to his groin. “And don’t take those pants down till I get ready, I’ve been waiting a long time to see my Man’s PACKAGE, that reveal is mine alone” She was now in the bathroom yelling to him “God, knows I’ve told enough of my friends about it.... They are sick of hearing about it!”

Tim was in shock. DId he really have a second. He had to think fast. He quickly undid his pants and reached into his tighty whities and the smell of CUM hit him hard... That had been a GIANT load from him. He snaked his now sensitive and limp 3 inch worm free of the warm wet tunnel of the facade of the man made cock extender..

He heard her voice, his heart jumped out of his chest. “Just a few more minutes”

Tim took a moment to examine his penis. It was so sensitive from coming so hard. Tims penis was not a bad looking penis, like him it was very nicely shaped, and just like him a shorter less formidable version of bigger things. He stuffed it back in his pants.

Now he looked at the silicone sleeve, he lifted it up and though the flesh like skin he could see he filled up the sleeve like a giant condom. (except this condom had a 4 inch silicone cock built into the tip) He heard a noise and knew that he needed to get rid of the giant misused sextoy. This stupid modern suite had no drawers.

“Almost ready!” She giggled

He heard her opening the bathroom door from around the corner. He saw the drawer on the bedside table, he “A-lined” for it. He opened the drawer and flopped its cummy carcase on the Gideon's bible.

“You BETTER NOT be getting religion tonight!, I know where they keep that bible.” Startled that she had seen something he shut the drawer and turned on his axis.

“WOW!” Tim took it all in. Trisha was bulging in the white lingerie. Her overly ample breasts seemed to be defying physics as the bra straps worked overtime to hold their hefty cargo in the white fur laced demi cups. The sheer material of the bra and panties showed the contrast of her nipples against her porcelain skin through the fabric. Her pert nipples were large to match her breasts, they were the exaggerated size of old school pencil erasers that pressed forward as if to challenge the world. Her curve ratio was incredible as his eyes moved down to see her 25 inch waist and expand out again at 38 hips. Those hips were sporting matching white garters and snow queen stockings with a little white fur. Lastly Tim looked back up to Trisha’s perfect thin neck , chiseled model jawline, raised cheekbones, full lips and alarming steele-blue eyes.

“So what do you think?” She pressed towards him.

“umm , ah..Ummm” Tim stuttered.

Trisha dug in, “awe ... poor baby! It’s all a little much, huh?!?”

Finally Tim found his voice, “I think YOU are the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen!”

Tim confessed from the bottom of his soul, “I love you, Trisha.”

She maneuvered around him and sat on the bed in front of him and looked up at him still clothed and standing, “I love you, too

baby” she spoke dismissively as though she was ready for what was next.

Tim was so overcome with feelings that he didn’t care anymore about his stupid fears. This was his wife. And Trisha loved him. He was so elated that he hadn’t realized what was happening.

“​​What​​ in ​​THE FUCK​​ is T​​ HIS​​!” Trisha sounded as though she had just walked out and seen her new car smashed. “Seriously!”

Tim snapped out of it and realized she was talking to him. He looked down and saw his pants down to his knees and EXTREME RAGE plastered on Trisha’s face. His dick and balls was resting in the palm of her hand. ‘Tim, I am TALKING TO YOU! What the fuck is THIS!”

Tim hadn’t expected this kind of response in his worst fears. She was so angry. “Trisha, it’s my Cock!”

“Oh No you did NOT just call this thing a COCK!” She looked like she was in shock. “Is this is like a joke or something, are you sick?” she looked really confused. “I don’t understand....I felt it a hundred times” Trisha was now talking to herself. Unconsciously

she still held the penis and balls in the same position, as she continued to question herself.

“Trisha, it’s my Cock, it’s what i was born with. It’s average size.” That last statement made her glare daggers into Tim’s face.

“This can’t be right... no, no, no” She tugged down on the cock and balls and went straight for the bathroom, pulling Tim in tow. She grabbed her phone with her free hand and went back to sit on the bed, Tim in agonizing follow.

“Shut your goddamn mouth,Tim, before I rip this little thing off. I need to think” Tim was flush with guilt and shock. He never thought it would be like this.

“Gina... yeah, it’s me!” Trisha was now calling Gina with her free hand. “I need you, like now! NO. It’s fucking important, get up here, now... the honeymoon suite.”

Trisha was still holding onto his dick, still talking to herself. “I don’t understand how....” Tim saw the epiphany in her eyes, as Trisha scowled at him, shook her head slowly and slowly reached for the bed table drawer. She looked inside “Motherfucker!” she reached down into the drawer and with two fingers as though she

was pulling a dead rat out of the drawer, lifted the cum filled puffy discarded silicone sleeve. “So this is where ​​ALL ​o​ f the ​​MAN​​ inYOU ​i​ s!” She picked up steam, “You lying son of a bitch, Timothy!” Fucking ‘‘TImmy’ that’s what i am going to call your pathetic ass... all the way to the courthouse to get this fucking marriage annulled!”

Tim tried to push past the pain of her squeezing his balls, “Trisha, no. Please understand, It’s my body, there is nothing I can do to change it.... It’s what God gave me.”

This was the wrong thing to say as Trisha now additionally realized that THIS WAS THE REASON FOR HOLDING OUT. Not religion. She squeezed harder and he yelped. Trisha took the open end of the penis extender and jammed it into his open mouth. “You Goddamned lying little-dicked asshole!”

Instantly his own cum contents spilled into his mouth as he sputtered and gagged.

“I was ALMOST fucking ‘Trisha Littletown’ and you my husband ,are” ...she began an angry laugh, “Tiny Tim Littletown”

The comedy passing in her, she returned to rage, “all those months... wasted!” She grabbed his pants with her other hand. Tim was afraid to move, that she might cause permanent damage to his balls. “All those REAL ALPHA MEN I turned down..... Strip

that shirt off, ASSHOLE!” She pulled his pants completely off. She removed his wallet and put it by her phone. “Now march!” she led him to the closet where his luggage was.

“Pick it up” Tim complied dodging Trisha holding his balls like a pit viper in a tree.

“Now, let's get some fresh air.” She took him out to the balcony. “I want to do this... But I am not going to jail for this... Throw it over!”

He hesitated. Trisha put her recreational rock climbing grip to the test. “MMMMPPFF YAAAHAHAH” Tim yelped, swallowing entirely too much of his own semen into his mouth through his gag.

“DO IT.” He pushed the suitcase’ with all the clothing he was going to take to Paris for their honeymoon, over. He looked over and saw that Trisha in her other hand had his pants and shirt and held them over the edge only holding the belt as gravity pulled the pants, shirt and tighty whities slowly off the belt that she was holding.

Trisha made haste and took the belt and made a loop through the buckle and tied it to Tim’s normal sized balls. For the briefest moment, Tim had some relief from the pain. It was short lived as Trisha now tugged his balls by the makeshift leash to the front door. “To think, your LITTLE LIES are as BAD AS YOUR LITTLE WIENER, you pussy!’ Trisha opened the front door. “I wish I could say that I dodged a bullet but I ended up marrying a BOY with a BULLET for A PENIS!”

With that she pushed him out into the hall. Tim was confused and in shock. All of this had happened so quickly. As he took a moment to think about where he was he looked to see the door closing and at the same time feeling the tug on his balls toward the door. It was like a reverse Indiana Jones moment as he tried to keep her from closing the door on his balls.

SLAM! He had almost made it, his balls were pressed right up to the closed door... but then he felt the blood vessel pop... his miniature dickhead had gotten caught in the between the door and its frame .. same as the belt. And it was there that it held him, balls against the door. Ass in the hallway. Tim SPIT OUT the silicone sleeve out and howled ... “My Dick, Trisha! You’re hurting my Dick!... Please open the door!” Let’s talk about this, please, My dick is pain, real Pain!”

Tim could hear Trisha’s voice from inside, “whatever! You hurt my feelings with your little... fucking ...worthless... I can’t even call it a dick, Tiny-Tim! You deserve it!”

Tim was in agony, “Please please Trisha it hurts so bad!” Tim saw some people poking their heads out from their suites, laughing.

“Looks like you pissed someone off!” the black woman from next door said as she took a quick picture.

Tim could hear Trisha as she sounded closer to the door, “I am NOT a monster, Timothy! If you confess to me that you don’t have a REAL DICK or a COCK, and that what you have is a little boy’s weiner!.”

“Ok, I confess,” he pleaded.
“Not Good enough, Say it!” She said.

“I don’t have a REAL DICK or a COCK, and that what you have is a little boy’s weiner!.” Tim said again only to get Trisha to hear it.

“That’s good, one more time LOUDER” He felt the door open and release on his throbbing penis head, He felt Trisha’s cell phone light blinding in his face, ONE MORE TIME LOUDER AND STRAIGHT TO CAMERA!”

“IDON’THAVEA​​REALDICK​​...ORA​​COCK​!​ .....​​WHAT​​I HAVEISA​​LITTLEBOYWIENER​!​ Hecouldhearthehallway audience erupt in laughter.

Tim was shocked again having said what he needed to say, as the door came closing again right up to his balls, He was still trapped.

It seemed like forever that he was fixed standing there, balls tight in the belt noose against a closed door, ass in the hallway. Every once in a while the hallway tenants would poke out to see if he was still there, maybe snap some pics, but he had become old news.

It must’ve been 30 minutes when he heard a distinctly bitchy female voice,

“Dayam, that IS an adorable lily white ass, Tim!,” He looked right and saw it was Gina, “You newlyweds are some kinky fucks!” Why is your new wife so upset. Tim’s body was so close to the door that

he covered up any way that she might see his still throbbing small penis.

“I don’t know, Gina!, You’ll have to talk to her!” Tim, exhausted and really coming down from so much early adrenalin, was getting grouchy.”

“Trisha, let a bitch in! What the fuck is going on here!” Gina yelled, still obviously between drunk and buzzed.

Tim felt the door free and he stretched... “Gina, get in here, I’m done! This is a nightmare” she pointed down Tim’s penis.

Gina responded “I know, it’s so fucking” Gina’s eyes saw his penis, “BIg...and Huge and...UHHHHH.....HOLY SHIT! HAHAHAHAHHAHAHH!. OH MY FUCKING GOD! THAT IS HYSTERICAL!”

Trisha looked as though she had been crying and said, “dammit, get in here... she tugged a still laughing to tears GINA into the Suite. And then came the old familiar pull on his balls to the door as it shut.

Tim could still hear Gina laughing uncontrollably inside.

Tim, being locked into close position to the door could slightly make out what the conversation was like inside.

“I am getting a divorce ... or annulled or something. That shady little pansy out there made a fool out of me. He stuffed his pants to look like he he had real equipment, then the whole religion. Thing!”

What he heard next was almost as shocking as what was happening in the evening. He heard Gina, “Bitch Queen of Venice Beach” take his side.

“Look Trish, I can lie to you and tell you that you don’t have feelings for little ::giggle:: Timmy out there, but the truth is you do. What he did was wrong... I’m not saying you forgive him right away, sure punish him, but he’s still your soulmate!” Tim, thought he heard a touch of sarcasm, but he felt like he heard hope in there. Maybe this wasn’t the end of him and his dream woman.

He heard the voices getting further away from the door, where he could no longer hear anything more than a giggle from time to time.

Unbeknownst to Tim, inside the door, Gina was RAISING HER VOICE so she could be heard “ ...But he’s still your soulmate.” Trisha sat there in her wedding night lingerie looking completely confused. Gina brought up her finger to signal a quiet sign on her full lips.

Gina looked to Trisha and now spoke with hushed tones, “That shit was all for that loser. He is not going to get away with lying to my best friend, especially with that laughably small dicklette.” She reached in and hugged her girl.

Deep inside, Gina was absolutely invigorated and alive. She HAD BEEN aching to lash out on a wimp. She loved how powerful it made her feel. She knew that Trisha was like that too, and she was just the bitch to get even more of that out of her.

“Trisha , you can get everything you want from Timmy out there. I mean if you are married and divorced, you still get HALF of EVERYTHING.... But if you STAY married to a wimp like him... YOU CAN HAVE EVERYTHING!”

The wheels in Trisha’s mind started to spin. Based on some early relationships with some insecure white guys in College , she knew EXACTLY what Gina meant. Trisha quietly displayed her new

found joy. “You’re right! Call the Girls! We are going celebrate in the honeymoon suite!”

Tim was about to collapse outside. Though his balls ached more than ever, he still found the hope that his marriage wasn’t ruined to be enough to keep his spirits up. While inside, Trisha had thrown on the tightest sluttiest white club dress, not caring that her breasts were nearly pressing out of its low front. Gina had gotten to pull out her phone by the balcony. “Erika, get the girls up here, and have Giselle and Veronica come up! Bachelorette Round 2 is on! No, no, no I’ll explain all, just bring up the gifts from the Original Bachelorette party. ... what do you mean Veronica is “busy”?!? Get her ass up here.. It’s a bridal emergency!”

Gina made way for the door and opened it up.

“OK... she looked down and started giggling heavily again at what might have been one of the smallest penises she had seen in her size queen life. Meanwhile the blood started to return to Tims balls making them throb swell and ache. If it weren't even more possible, his balls had swelled making his dick look EVEN smaller. “Ok, ok, ok” Gina was shaking off the giggles as shame colored Tims face. Gina spoke in a hushed voice “Trisha is on the fence, but I think I have her back on “our side”. You just need to EVERYTHING, I say. You humiliated her and made her feel like a

fool, it’s important that we help her get some of her power back.” She examined his face for pliability. “You need to trust me, uhm’kay?..... Everything I say... do you understand?”

Tim looked at his unexpected would be evil bitchy enemy, Gina, and saw a guardian angel in that pert sexy woman. “Of course... Thank you so much, Gina! Really, I can’t thank you enough, you are the best!”

“OK, OK let’s get you back in the apartment.” She removed the belt/leash from his now swollen balls and snickered. “Did it just get smaller?” Tim felt like his penis had retracted a touch.

She led him to the shower and turned on the cold water. “Get in!”

Tim stepped slowly into the shower and winced at the immense cold. His eyes pleaded to Gina. “Everything I say, Trisha needs to think that I am punishing you.” She reached to heat setting and turned it a negligible amount. “She wants you shaved of all that boy hair.” She handed him a razor and shaving cream. “You have 10 minutes, ALL of your body hair GONE!”

Gina grabbed something at the shelves and left him to shave. Shortly after could hear the sound suites sound system come on blasting Gangsta Rap and Party Trap Beats.

Tim had adjusted to the ice cold shower and was too scared to test his luck in front of Gina and went to work on his hair. In the cold water it made it difficult to not get razor burn and especially shave his balls with them all squinched up like they were.

As Tim finally finished up, he stepped out of the cold shower shivering. He looked for the towels and realized that Gina had taken the towels with her. Tim sighed. He opened the door and poked his head out into the vacant hallway and yelled over the Hip Hop Beats, “Do you have the towels!?”

He heard Gina yell back “They are on the bed, come out and get them!” Tim was frustrated and cold as he made the corner.

“OH MY GOD!!!!” he heard in unison. There stood Trisha, Gina, and Erika...and Giselle! They were all laughing and Trisha was video taping!

“I mean, she said it was small... but WHAT!” Giselle belted.

Almost crying from tears Erika laughed out “ Yeah, right! It’s like a little boys dick!”

Tim was mortified, he scanned their faces and had never thought of himself as so small. The ONLY saving grace was that Veronica wasn’t here. He did not need this getting around at work. He worked mostly with black men that would roast him to death if they new his penis size.

The now night-club clothing clad women descended on the poor husband.

“I brought those Bachelorette gifts, Giselle said as she was trying to pull herself together from laughing.

“Oh goodie!” Trisha said perking up. It was the first time that Tim had seen Trisha smile a genuine small since before the “Big Moment” It was good to see that Gina was trying to make her feel good but at the same time Tim was overloaded with shame. He felt his face beat red and flush with warmth. The clothed women started to poke at it. He looked down. The cold shower had made it EVEN SMALLER.

“Its like a baby turtle’s head!” Erika Blurted Trisha was now looking through a big shopping bag and started to pull out things.

Giselle was snapping pictures on her Cell phone.

Gina, came up behind Tim and whispered into his ear, “You are doing so good. Don’t worry, no one wants to hurt your feelings or do anything to damage you or your reputation. This is all about making Trisha feel good again, uhm kay?”

Gin broke away and went to Trisha... “Oh this is it! Trisha exclaimed, “lay him down on the bed”

The girls seductively coaxed Tim to comply, “come on, short stuff. Bring that little pee pee down so we can play with it.” Gisselle assured him

“It’ll be fun” Erika cooed.

Tim laid down and saw the 4 menacing female faces peering down on him. Trisha looked wicked “So the girls got me this little thing for my ‘BIG HUNG MAN!” She held up a “Clone-A-COCK” set. The girls were hoping I would enjoy a dildo like your “Legendary Bulge”. As Gina started to read the directions, Giselle started to make the cloning goo. “It says here we need to get the penis nice and hard.”

Trisha freed out her massive breasts from the top of her dress, “That’s easy, Let's see if this works as well on Little white pee pee’s as it does on BIG BLACK Dicks” Tim's body immediately responded though his mind was trapped on what she had said about black men, Gina had said as much earlier... did she only date black men for their size? Tim snapped out of it as he felt fingers pinching his cock head. “It’s like the little engine that could... its growing.... Shake you boobs at him Trish!” Giselle laughed and pinched harder.

“I’ll get the little nub to show us what its potential is!” With that Trisha grabbed his hand and placed it on her swollen perfectly overdeveloped tits. “Do you like that, LITTLE boy?!!”

“I think its as hard as it's going to get!” Giselle stroked it. “Quick tie it off!”

Giselle wrapped a white satin ribbon around the penis base and balls and tied it hard into the prettiest bow tie with elements of the bow larger than the penis. “It's really a shame, such a good looking penis, if it weren’t so much like a mini version of a REAL ONE!

Then came the cloning. The girls added the goo and made the mold of his most erect 4 inch penis. Off with an audible pop came

the mold in Trisha’s hands, she then demanded “Girls get him ready!’

Gina, Erika, and Giselle knew what was next and Tim was bombarded and confused. They broke out brushes and lipstick and make-up and went to work on his shocked face. “What are you doin?” Tim asked as the Hip Hop Beats and girlytime giggles drowned out his meek inquiry. The girls didn’t have to do much, Tim was a good looking man, but this was going to be a very cute SISSY. They grabbed bunches of his hair and tied more long satin ribbons making baby pig tails with his hair on matching sides of his head.

Then Erika broke off and slid white stockings up his now smooth leg, then the other. Then came the garter over his narrow waist and lastly a demi cup bra with fur. He was wearing the Bridal Lingerie!

Gisselle had quadruple bagged some of the bridal balloons with water and brought them over and placed them into the bra cups on Tim’s chest, positioning then tie-end out to simulate perky nipples.

Trisha had returned, “Stand up, Tiny Tina!”

Tim was embarrassed but also ashamed that he was guilty enough to deserve some of this. He stood to his feet and felt the hefty weight of the simulated larger water balloon breasts pulling against the bra straps.

Gina gave Tim a little nod for encouragement. This is what Tim needed to do to repent for his transgression, this would put the power back into Trisha’s court, though it did seem like he was losing out big here, he hadn’t seen himself but he felt like a bimbo clown. The ladies all made their way to sit comfortable on the couch in the living space just before the balcony.

“Tina, move that table and give us a show.” Trish commanded. The girls began to giggle in earnest. One of the girls whistled as he bent over to move the table. He could also feel his little hard on tug on the tight ribbon as it pulsed from how tight they had put it on him. He felt shame fill his cheeks again, as the whistle and hoots brought him back to his current situation. Here he now stood with makeup on his face, wearing only a bra stuffed with massive flesh looking water balloons and garter and stockings, with a Satin ribbon tightly securing his 4 inch penis and tight man sized balls.

More pictures and videos were taken. Trisha then stood up and took her phone pushing it into Tim’s bimbo made-over face, “See, now if you looked like THIS when I met you, I would’ve expected a shrimp dicklette like you have!” there was no remorse or compassion in her voice “But no, you walk around in MAN CLOTHES, and ACT LIKE a MAN, and stuff your drawers like YOU have a MAN’s COCK.... But you ARE truly a short dicked sissy,Timothy Tiny-Dick” If embarrassment hadn’t hit him before he was bathing in it now. Trishas words carved deep into him. Rebranding his name from Tim Littletown to “Tiny Timmy Little-One” He drank in the photo and realized just how he looked just like a... “FAIRY! That’s right you freakily hung pansy, you look like a FULL BLOWN FAIRY!” The girls were laughing their ass off.

“Look, I think we can be a little nicer to him.. I mean ‘Her” We are being a “LITTLE” cruel, she giggled.

Erika, “Well if “SHE” had been a “BIG MAN” and told the truth, maybe “SHE” wouldn’t deserve this treatment.” She looked through Tim with judgement.

“I don’t know, I think that a miniscule peter like that SHOULD DEFINITELY BE accompanied with crossdressing”. Giselle pressed, as the girls met this with grins and agreement.

Trisha then flicked his bobbing dick HARD and closed space “Do you have and MORE SECRETS? Are you a crossdresser too? Maybe a HOMO? Or do you go FULL FAG? Hmm.. There is NO WAY that you have stayed with that many girls before me!”

Tim had tried wearing his mother’s panties a handful of times but wouldn’t consider himself a crossdresser. And yes, he had been shamed by a handful of girls for his penis, but most of those girls were very inexperienced. Also, he was definitely straight with a full adoration of the woman scathing him. He didn’t understand the mean spirit. This was like an entirely different Trisha.

“So” she grabbed the Pigtail by the root and pulled his head closer. What is it, “Pansy-prick”? Are you a hidden faggot, too. Or ONLY a puny packing pussy? Because NO MAN would ever let us do THIS”.... She held up her phone and sent the pic to Veronica.... “to him!”

“Please, Trisha, don’t do that. Please don’t send anymore pics out. I love you! Please don’t do this to me?” He reached for the phone and she yanked it out of reach.

“Do this to you?!?” TO YOU?!?” Trisha was still mad and he knew he shouldn’t have said it. “You are lucky I don’t take your candy ass down to the courthouse dressed like this and get our marriage annulled. After parading your peter around, no one on earth would blame me!”

He looked to Gina, she nodded and silently mouthed to him “Play along”.

With the added incentive that Gina wasn’t steering him wrong Tim caved. “How can I make it up to you?”

“With 6 more Inches!” Erika burst out. This was met with howling laughter from the other 2 girls.

Trisha dialed the tone back. “That sounded more like it, Miss Dickie.... I have the perfect request for you.”

Almost like choreography, Gina got up went to the kitchen as Trisha sat down on the couch. “You are going to sing for us ‘I’m a Little Teapot’, in your girliest voice.”

Tim looked to see if it was a joke. It wasn’t.

“Go ahead, ‘I’m a LITTLE Teapot” and when you get to the Handle part I want you to point back to your butt and when you get to the “spout” part I want you grab your oversized clit. And when you act out the rest I want you to do the bendover part. “To pour you out”

Tim was shocked. Trisha laid it out “Or you can just leave, with what you are wearing... your choice”

The girls got their phones ready as he started. In the ridiculously exaggerated dance way. “I’m a little teapot” he made baby faces as he tried to raise his voice

Standing as tall as he could the putting his hand over his head as he remembered doing as a child.

“Short.... and stout”
“Here is my handle” grabbing his butt cheek,

“..Here is my spout” with his right hand grabbed the still throbbing penis.

“...When I get excited” “I will shout!”

“Tip me over” He started to bend in motion as he felt a hand on his hip.”

“And pour me out!”

Tim’s face must have been crimson red as Trisha clapped, “AWE That was good! One more time and we’ll stop bullying you, We swear, right girls? They nodded emphatically”

Tim reluctantly started up again, if possible he felt even MORE ridiculous this time, now realising that he was doing all of this to Hip Hop music that was blaring.

“I’m a little teapot” He began the dance ritual again “Short.... and stout”

“Here is my handle” grabbing his butt cheek, “..Here is my spout”

“...When I get excited” “I will shout!”

“Tip me over” He started to bend in motion as he felt a hand on his hip.”

“...And pour me OOOOUUUUUTT!!!” In one swift motion Gina had jammed finger up his butt... maybe two”

He howled in pain, and discomfort Gina pressed her knees behind his knees over the table they had asked him to move. She was pressing all of her weight down on him.

Tim yelled out ”Please, Please take your finger out of me!” This edged the girls on to laugh. “Maybe he IS a virgin back there, he must be TIGHT to be fucked by HIS OWN WEINER!”

He felt the fingers removed and held inches from his face was a black mold of his own penis. Somehow it seemed smaller than he thought he was. His heart sank.

“That’s gotta be the ONLY TINY BLACK DICK, I’ve ever seen!” Trisha bellowed. She was crying from laughter. Tim tried to stand but Gina’s knees were still locked behind his knees which sank into the ground. And his Water balloon boobs pressed down on the table. He felt trapped, but not as trapped as he did when the other girls came over to each side.

Trisha announced, “Oh no! We aren’t done yet” She showed him the joke condoms, the kind that are really mean to go on a finger when it was cut. “These were a gift at my Bachelorette party, meant to be IRONIC” She studied him, “where is the irony now” she moved around him, he felt her fingers clasp around ribbon-cockringed penis and he could feel it... It was almost worse than when his penis head got trapped in the door frame earlier. She was going to try to put that tiny rubber on him. He could feel something wet dripping between his ass cheeks and down onto his balls. He then felt Trishas thin strong fingers rubbing his balls for lube and stroking his penis with it. She was hell bent on putting this little condom on his tiny pecker though his dick was small it wasn’t this tiny. She finally got it over top and he could feel the intense boa constructor grip that the mini rubber had on his penis.

Trisha said to he groom, “ You wouldn’t want me to get pregnant when I’m fucking you!”

Tims mind went into oblivion. What! Had he heard that she was still going to have sex with him.he felt Gina get up and saw her evil grin as she came around to his face. “There was one more gift in the bachelorette bag for her.. It was another prank gift... but we figured that Trisha used to exclusively date black guys she should at least have her own black cock.” Gina wobbled the small 4 inch dark silicon mold of Tim’s penis back in forth in front of him... the girls laughter became more sinister, “... and I DON’T mean THIS little worthless thing!”

He felt the back of his knees be pressed in by slender knees. He felt the heavenly weight and softness of Trisha’s breasts against his back. Then he felt it... some else, something heavy and firm, swinging between his legs. The weighty object slapped his own little condom-smooshed penis around like Heavyweight, Mike Tyson fighting a Bantamweight rookie. FEAR consumed him just as Trisha darkly whispered into the back of his ear, “Happy Honeymoon, my little blushing bride!”

He felt the press of something MUCH BIGGER than a finger or two make its way into his rear. The tip had pressed in and he

began to howl and struggle. The girls firmly held his 135lbs frame down as she snaked more of the 8 inch ebony dildo into his ass.

“Please, God stop!” Tim pleaded.

“It's supposed to hurt on the first time, darling” she kissed his neck. Or maybe YOU have never heard that before” Trisha had pushed 3 inches in and she paused. She took to the time to wiggle and begin tightened the gift harness and made sure it was steadfast. She felt power and female testosterone wash over her. She had been horny as fuck tonight. She had not slept with anyone, ANYONE in months. She was burning inside. Not to mention the suction cup portion of the dildo was hitting her clit just right. She felt energized and powerful. She started to bunny hop him, adding half inch by agonizing half inch as he struggled.

“Yeah, bitch... You dickless, piece of lying shit, fairy, take my BIG BLACK COCK!’

Opening his eyes he saw Tim saw Gina sporting the most evil grin and filming on her phone. This couldn’t be happening. He focused in on the bass of the hip hop music playing while she pressed more and more of the foreign object up his backside.

Trisha had lost her patience and though it was her first time using a strapon, looked like an old pro as she pulled back for the DEEP PLUNGE. “Take it! Take it ALL FAGGOT!” With Tim felt like he was a ragdoll, filled to the brim with dark stuffing. He felt his penis begin to twitch as Trisha now hammered away like a jackhammer. Giselle looked back at Trisha as her massive breast swung like pendulums of the front of her dress and the bottom of her dress hiked over the glistening black strapon. “Damn Trisha, get it girl! Fuck that sissy!”

The girls began to rhyme chanting “Fuck that, Sissy!”
“Fuck him good!”
“Fuck that Sissy... just like you Should!”

Tim was being destroyed. Whatever she was thrusting deep into his body, made him feel so FULL and EMPTY at the same time. He felt like his ass was JELLO and Trisha was an IRON ROD. His eyes rolled back. He thought he was going to pass out as the cheering, chanting, bass music was all swarming in on him.

Erika said “Trisha, you look like you are gonna cum”

Trisha responded as she pounded “So Close!” *Pound*
“So Close”

*Pound*
“So CLLLLLLLOOOOOOSE!!!! AHHHHHHHHH!”

Gina looked up from taking the video and shouted I think the sissy is cumming too. The girls all let go of Tim as Trisha slumped back panting. Tim’s body was convulsing. The girls looked below at his latex constricted penis. “The condom makes it look EVEN SMALLER” Erika said. Gina flicked his balls, his body jerked once more. Trisha said “Watch this” She pet her left leg up on the table as not to block the girls view, lined up the 8 inch ebony dildo and thrust deep.

“ARGHHHHH!!!! Escaped from Tim’s mouth. That had been it. He was cumming HARD, but it hurt..

The girl watched as though it was a science experiment as the little condom filled up and then the elastic pressure of the mini condom won out and forced the sperm from where it came.

“Well, Gina, I don’t feel so bad at all you must be right, If he came with a big ol’ dick in his ass, he is definitely a FAGGOT!”

“AHHHHH!!!” Tim writhed in pain.

Tim heard a girl shriek with laughter. “What the fuck is going on in here!”

Tim looked up and saw his big bootied coworker, Veronica, trying to add all the pieces together and confusingly asked, “Am I late to the party?.... I brought MEN.... 8 of them.”. Veronica smiled, looking down at the spent Tim.

The rest of the girls popped up giddy.

“Amazing!”
“Did you bring Jamal or Darryl?” “Are they tall and dark?”

Immediately Trisha pulled out of Tim unceremoniously and with an audibly, sloppy POP. “No, no No! “ Trisha yelled. Tim immediately felt the vacancy of the large object and the cold air

against his glistening, gaping once-virgin butthole. He felt defeated.

Veronica was looking down trying to decipher if that WAS Tim with all the running makeup from the tears it was hard to be sure. Tim had always been a short but assertive guy at work.

Trisha got her attention. “No, Veronica! Not now!”

Tim couldn’t believe it. Trisha had came to his rescue. Maybe she worked out her anger and that set the balance back to where it needed to be. She seemed rushed as she removed the 8 inch strapon and let it plop to the floor.

“We can’t let the guys in now,” Trish continued “We haven’t even finished getting ready yet! I don’t want the men to see me like this!” She was adjusting herself in a panic. She was excited, all the girls were, like teeny boppers from a coming of age film. They looked at each other with excitement as they now scrambled to get ready. Tim had been used but, almost more humiliatingly, forgotten.

Veronica sounded put out. “Fine, I’ll go get them and hang out in the lobby.”

Veronica was going to say something to Trisha about Tim, but then she didn’t care anymore. Tim thought she looked like she was drunk. Very drunk. He was hoping that maybe she would forget seeing him tonight. He tried to get to his feet and was reminded of the weight of the water balloons. He got to his feet and started to pull the weighty water balloon out when he heard Gina “What do you think you are doing?...” Tim looked confused. “If you stop being girly tonight she is going to lose interest. I am sure that you could repair this when you have time to talk, but she is worked up angry and seeing a “Male-you” is ONLY going to remind her of your deceit. Come with me. Gina scooped up the strap-on from the floor. The girls were using the mirror and making drinks and buzzing around as though Gina and Tim didn’t exist. She took him to the bathroom. “Here, wash this!” She went to Trisha’s suitcase and pulled out some shoes and a few Club dresses meant for Paris. “These shoes might be tight, but you do have tiny feet, maybe it will work. Let’s get you dressed.” As he scrubbed some unpleasantness off of the dildo he felt Gina yank the mini condom off his dick.

“Oh god!” he yelped. His penis was in agony.

“Gahhh-ROSS, your little wee-wee is drooling,” Erika commented as she saw it from the mirror while adjusting her own make-up. “Faggoty-ass Faggot!”

It was true the semen from Tim’s hands-free orgasm had pushed back into his penis and urethral track and now came oozing out with nothing but painful results.

Gina seemed unconcerned as she lifted his arms to pull the slinky dress down and then had him step into the sheer white matching panties. He finally slowed down enough to see how he looked in the mirror. He looked like a girl, passable like a tomboy punk girl with the mini pigtails. His mascara lines ran down from the tears of his first anal experience. He felt emotionally small now. Gina roughly rushed as she cleaned his old make up and started anew. Eyelashes, deep pink eyeshadow, and overtly sexual crimson red lips. She swiped some lipstick on his cheeks to raise his cheekbones and buffered it out to soften the artwork. He saw himself in the mirror. He looked like a female Pixie-type girl. He was surprised. His feet hurt, as the shoes were 2 sizes too small, but he knew that if he stayed he was going to have to manage.

Tim looked one more time to his reflection and felt less than. He had hit a wall. “I can’t do this anymore, Gina! I am leaving... this is too much! I just need to leave!” Gina grabbed his arm firmly.

“Look Tim, I am TRYING to look out for you!” She studied him for his gullibility. “Do you REALLY want to leave an angry and buzzed wife of yours HERE to lash out and do God-knows-what with God-knows-who?!? If you are here, even if she is mad at you, you serve as a reminder that she IS married.” Gina could see that she had him. “Be honest with yourself, if you leave, you would be miserably wondering what was going on. At least here, you can CONTROL some of the situation. It’s your choice... I am not going to hold your hand anymore. Though your penis may not say it - you are a grown man! I‘m going to go have a drink.” Gina walked away. She knew what she had just done.

Tim examined himself in the makeup and dressed now in passable drag, minus his toughed out little pigtails. His hair made him look like a little punk girl or tomboy girl. He was sure that Gina was right. What was he going to do? Go home and worry if his new marriage was over. Or worse, that she would cheat on him. Sure this humiliation had been something to endure, but he had lied to her and she was mad. He deserved this, right?

Just then Erika ran into the bathroom with a wine glass and being chased by Giselle wobbling the small black clone of his penis. “YEEEK! Keep it away! Gross!” The girls laughing and took in the made over Sissy. “You look good, panty-boy!.” Giselle slid up behind him. He could smell the vodka and wine mix on her breath. “Let’s see if this fits now.” In a quick fashion, she pulled

the panties down and pushed the small dildo up his sore and puffy rear.. His newly painted lips gasped. Erika & Giselle bent down. “See the difference between small and something big?.... Do you get it yet? “ Tim knew what she was referring to, Trisha’s Monster 8 inch Black Strap on. He felt the smallness of his own penis size inside of him and could totally empathize to a woman not feeling much in contrast. “Oh my god, it’s slipping out, it’s so small. Even his little butt can’t hold it in!” It was true the small dildo had fallen in the seat portion of his white panties. He was embarrassed all over again.

The door opened, and he heard the baritone of men’s voices. The girls escaped to the main suite. Now there were men here. From the bathroom Tim could hear Veronica announce, “Guess who was in the neighborhood?”

I found Lamar and Marcus hangin’ downstairs with the HUNG-FU TRIBE!” The girls squealed.

Tim knew who the HUNG-FU TRIBE was. They were a gangster rap troupe from NYC, whose videos were all notoriously womanizing, and encouraged taking women from other men, and ghetto lifes. The 4 group team is composed of Doc T, Samuel JAX, P-Scream, and Man-Jango.

Doc T was a big thick dark skin black man, that was a little fat but in a thick way, sporting his big platinum grill smile. Samuel JAX was muscled with long dreads. He was known to be mean as they come, he had a well publicised abuse charged for beating another man in front of his wife and kids. Sporting his dark sunglasses always, P-Scream was an extremely lanky dark chocolate skinned brother with a reputation for his name meaning “when he put his dick in a girl’s pussy made her Scream” . Lastly there was Man-Jango. The former gangster turned pornstar was supposed to be the biggest in the business rocking a 15 inch penis. He was only a few inches shy of 7 feet tall and with his tattooed ripped body, he was what most women would consider an extremely hot badboy.

Though they were famous, and this was a lot to take in, it wasn’t nearly as alarming as hearing the names Lamar and Marcus. Those were his co-workers! Moreover they were the PR guys at the Hip Hop Label. They hated him and picked on him from time to time at work. He had heard a rumor that Veronica was dating Lamar, but had never seen it with his own eyes. This was BAD! REAL BAD. He could NOT let them see him.

His worried mind swam when he heard Trisha’s voice, “Come on OUT OF THE CLOSET.... I mean Bathroom, Tina!” Was she referring to him?

“Tina Dickie” get out HERE for your Bachlorette PARTY! Tim froze in his tracks.

Gina was now there, “Looks like it’s now or never. Are you staying or leaving? They are calling ‘your name’ out there. What’s it gonna be?”

Tim crumbled and barely muttered the words, “OK.”

“Well you better be a good girl, because you know Thugs like this are a little Homophobic. It could get ugly for you real quick. They think you are a girl... I would keep it that way.”

Gina escorted him out into the main area, “Here SHE is! The BRIDE TO BE! Though I think she isn’t a virgin ​​ANYMORE​.​ ” Giselle and Erika giggled, Trisha grinned in contempt and Veronica just had the OH MY GOD look on her face as she really saw Tim for the first time. She must’ve seen the picture that Trisha sent her earlier by now, so it made sense.

Gina made the introductions as Tim just smiled and tried not to speak. They were congratulating “Tina” on getting married, meanwhile lustfully checking him out with hungry eyes.

Tim looked at the faces of the men; they didn’t seem alarmed, or aware. With his height difference, petite frame and being racially white made it hard for them to really tell. Certain whiteboys to them already were feminine, and Tim was definitely in that category. He was passing and much to Tim’s relief as he saw his two workplace assholes chatting up Trisha and Veronica.

Tim started to rage inside. He had always hated those two. They were bussiness sharks, clean, hip, tall, good looking Denzel Washington types. They had the ego to match their stylistic flash. His Co-worker Marcus was now asking where “Little Tim” was. He must be talking about his height, he had hoped. “So Tina, you gonna have some fun tonight.” P-Scream’s voice brought Tim back to what was happening to him. P-Scream was trying to use his swagger on ‘Tina/Tim’. He had no idea that he was a man. “Veronica invited us to hang out with y’all to party it up for yo Bachelorette party. Tonight's gonna be lit! “

“OK, Ladies let’s go to the club!” Trisha announced. She led the charge out of the suite grabbing Tim’s wallet on the way out. She pushed Tim as she walked by him, causing him to stumble in the awkwardly tight high heels. “You boys better take good care of ‘Tina” tonight, she is a bit of lightweight!” With that P-Scream was there on his side helping steady Tim. Tim dared not speak.

He looked ahead and there in the hallway Lamar and Marcus were actively surrounding Trisha with Veronica in tow. The most bangin white bodies on the planet.

This night was only beginning to go awry for Tim. ------------

The group exited the posh LA Downtown Hotel doors onto the urban street when Gina yelled out, “ Wendy!!! You are missing the real Photos!”

It was the wedding photographer and she was catching some last minute candid stills of some of Trisha’s friends and family loitering outside of the building for some fresh air. Immediately Tim’s head was on a swivel. “Who else was down here!” he screamed in his head. Wendy approached with her trusty decked out camera, complete with giant flash. Snap Snap Snap. She was looking for moments, but had no idea that she was shooting the Groom also.

The group started to pile into a GIANT BLACK HUMMER LIMO. FLASH SNAP FLASH SNAP

“Trisha, where is your new hubby?!?” Wendy shouted with her eye in the lens, ironically squeezing shots off at Tim while Gina was grinning like a fox.

“Oh, he wasn’t man enough to stay up this evening, the wedding wiped him out. He is having

TINI TINY LITTLE BITTY​​ nap (She was looking directly at Tim), so we are going to go out and have a good time... don’t tell him about this. Okay?” Trisha overtly winked at her for comedic sake.

“I won’t tell him. He can just see these pictures with you girls and all those strong Black men and wonder what happened later.” She giggled with Highschool girl meanness. “Was this the way that Trisha acted when he WASN’t around, all of the time?” Tim rolled around in his head.

The giggles and glee of the girls pushing him into the overcrowded LIMO with the now comically oversized men made for a tight tight squeeze. P-Scream pulled Tim to his lap.. “Come on, Snowflake. It’s your big night!”

Lamar popped a bottle and champagne went everywhere. The white middle aged driver yelled back, “Be careful back there, the interior is expensive.” Trisha yelled up, “You can just bill Tim Littletown, his info was on the order.” The girls broke into a giggle. Still in shame, now perched on P-Scream’s firm bony lap, he was wondering how many hours he would have to work to pay for the damage she just put on his card. He squirmed on the black man’s track suit lap uncomfortably.

It was then that the most unnerving moment happened. He felt a warm and firming flesh in between the pants and the skinny muscled leg his barely covered rear end was sitting on. He felt P-Scream’s COCK! It was throbbing and GROWING. It felt like he was sitting on a summer sausage. He instantly was filled with dread and embarrassment. Around him the whole group seemed oblivious to his torturous situation, with the exception of Trisha who stole a knowing smirk and continued with her conversation with Marcus.

The end of the ride couldn’t have come any earlier for “Tina Dickie” as P-Scream had started to become more “handsy”. Trisha and the girls piled out of the car with their large black boyfriends while very embarrassed Tim had a difficult time stabilizing his walk in the overly tight shoes. Instantly Tim could hear the beats of the nightclub and knew the space he was going into was going to be less than racially diverse.

As they approached the front it became very clear that Trisha and her girlfriends had visited this nightclub numerous times. Tim could tell by the way that they were talking and acting around the tall dark bouncers.

“Who's the new girl?” the bouncer asked.

“Oh that's just my cousin, “Tina Dickie”, Trisha replied. “It's her bachelorette party and she is a little scared of black guys,” she giggled.

They walked past the behemoth of a bouncer into the dark narrow hallway. Extravagant colored lights shot through the dark like red and blue beams of lasers. The crowd was wall to wall and mostly sharply athletic-attired black men, sexy black women with next to nothing on, and some scattered white girls dressed in big hoop earrings and the latest Kim K fashion. Their group was a cut above the normal crowd. Obviously, since they were in the company of Hip Hop Celebrity, it was easy to feel the club embrace their group as they were ushered to the VIP section. The music was so loud that Tim could hardly think. He had managed to become invisible again, powerless as he felt P-Scream behind him and watching Lamar’s hands getting closer and closer to Trisha’s waist as the stunning black man escorted her ahead. Though P-Scream was behind him, Tim was certain that he felt foreign hands grab his ass at least a dozen times as they moved to the VIP Section. He

was terrified that someone would find him out. Know that he was a guy. But no one seemed to pay any mind. Most eyes were on the tremendous dimensions of Trisha. That natural body that would have made Jessica Rabbit jealous. Almost ALL the Masculine attention in the room was aware of or watching her intently.

The VIP section was plush. It was high above the dance floor area where everyone seemed to be looking to hook up as they danced and gyrated in the ocean of bodies. The ebony skinned, bottle service woman looked fine also, as she rolled up to the table with a behind that was cartoonishly large. Veronica got up and did a butt comparison. All eyes, even Tim’s, were mesmerized by the beautiful booty comparison. After the fun and games, Trisha leaned over, breasts about to spill out, and handed what looked like Tim’s platinum card to the waitress. “It’s so good to see you again, T” The waitress offered up to Trisha.

More bottle service girls come up with all types of drinks, and with the added female bodies P-Scream became distracted and was no longer looming over little Tim. Gina began to coax Tim into relaxing. “Come on,it’s your wedding night. I am sure after Trisha gets all of her anger out, things will be fine. Have a few drinks. Chill. No one even SUSPECTS that you’re a man.” There was a little bit of a condescending tone in there. But the night had been stressful to say the least, and with that he accepted the drink from Gina.

Before the end of the same song, something felt very wrong. Like Tim had drank way more than the one drink. He felt like he had in college after drinking all night. Drunk. He was already plastered.

Now as Tim stewed there in the plush VIP area, it seemed the group was completely oblivious to his inebriated state. He looked across the section and saw Marcus and Manjango closing space on Trisha. He didn’t like it all.

Tim’s eyes narrowed with judgement. Trisha barely noticed him, and went back to conversation with Manjango and Marcus as though he wasn’t staring a hole through her.

Finally his gaze was returned and overmatched by Trisha. “Hey girls, I think it’s about time we took the Bachelorette out to the dance floor, huh?” The girls burst out gleefully, “HELL YEAH!”

Tim began to shake. His dress was already low cut and he could even feel his balls barely managing to stay nestled in the tight transparent panties. His worst fear was that his dress would come up as he danced and that his boy parts would be exposed with all the motion. “Time to get up and dance, ‘Tina’! I know that you have been waiting all night to dance.” She feigned friendship. “Here’s your chance. Isn’t this your favorite song? Let’s have a

twerk-off with Tina and the Bottle Girls. Consider it a Bachelorette Night challenge... come on!”

Tim shook his head “NO”. He was trying to be as stern as he could for a man dressed in a nightclub dress and still reeling from the events of the evening.

The girls started chanting “TINA...TINA... TINA!”

Gina leaned into Tim, “Do you really want to press her? She has all those pics on her phone. You might be playing with fire.” Horror filled his mind as he looked at Trisha. It actually looked as if she knew exactly what Gina was saying, the way that she was fingering her cell phone.

“There you go, Tina!” “Shake it for us!”

Tim rose to his feet and instantly felt the throb of the over tight shoes.

The 3 black bottle service girls, sporting overly tight black boyshorts, dangerous curves and fishnet stockings, came in close to the reluctantly standing Tim. His drunk or drugged state

helped him find a tiny bit of joy in shaking his booty. Still, it was a white boy’s booty and was dwarfed by the real girls’ bottoms.

As he was shaking he felt the cold air on his freshly shaved penis and balls. He turned around quickly in shame. He saw Trisha’s eyes pouring malice and judgment as she snickered. But then he was instantly relieved to see that Veronica had popped behind him, twerking with everything she had.. Her giant gorgeous butt was her bread and butter. He had been fortunate. But the excitement of it all and the drink was not sitting well with him. He stumbled quickly out of the VIP section.

Almost instantly, Gina was there at his side, helping him walk in his drunken state, barely able to stand in the high heeled shoes. She took him to the men’s bathroom. He stepped in and immediately felt dread as he saw all the Black men looking at him like a wounded gazelle in the African outback. Even drunk, Tim knew this wouldn’t end well and backed slowly out of the Men’s room. He felt a strong hand grab his arm. It was P-Scream

“You sure you don’t wanna go in here with me, Tina?“ Tim saw in P-Scream’s eyes -- and felt in his touch -- that he was no longer being civil. The oversexed ebony man meant to fuck him.

Tim pulled away instinctively, but saw Gina standing in the hallway, arms crossed. She gave a smirk to the sudden constriction of his reality. “You are not a boy tonight.... You need to remember that, ‘Tina’!”

Gina escorted him to the ladies room. It was going to be a photo finish between vomiting in front of all the black women in the vanity mirror or making it to the stall. Without a speck of feminine grace, Tim stumbled the remaining steps and purged what little he had eaten at the reception dinner. He instantly felt better but still very, very buzzed. He stayed there for a time, stall door open and on his knees, hovering over the toilet seat. It seemed, at some point, Gina said something, but the pounding in his head obliterated it.

If he had super hearing he would’ve been aware that Gina was pointing out to the black girls at the mirror, “I thought I had seen that crossdressed sissy making time with your men while you were in here.” Gina pointed to Tim, now a spent, slumped over sissy, whose little dick and balls had come free from their pantied bonnet.

Instantly they were on to him.

“What the fuck you think you doin’ in da ladies bathroom, you freak!” one overweight black woman called as she yanked him up by his hair.

Once he was on his feet, the voluptous girl on his left began to yank up his dress. “DAYAM, GIRL! Maybe he is in the right place. JUST LOOK AT THAT TINY-ASS WHITE DICK!”

That was met with bolts upon bolts of bold laughter. There had to be thirteen Black women and a few white girls in her. Tim had made himself the center of attention again. He looked to Gina with pleading eyes. Gina was giggling but now ALMOST feeling sorry for what she had unleashed. For the first time in a while Tim shrieked in his male voice, “Gina, HELP ME!”

Gina mouthed the words “I’ll go get help.” But not with the type of urgency that Tim had hoped. Her actions felt more like, “I’ll go get a cup of coffee.”

The largest woman that had grabbed his hair laid it out. “Oh, no one is gonna help you out, faggot!” With that he felt the burn of a slap across his face... ​​this woman slapped him with all the vigor a woman of pedigree might conjure to smack a whoring servant

back into place​.​ Then another. Soon the tears began to well up in his eyes. He felt a kick to his balls.

“Shit girl, you done made the sissy cry.”
“For a boy that ain’t got no balls, she sure scream like that hurt!”

Then they started to claw at his dress, pulling and tugging. Tim crossed his arms to protect the giant water balloons on his chest. His dress was getting shredded. Around the room laughter belted out as they pried his arms back and one girl took a pen and popped his breasts. The water exploded on what was left of the dress and the closest of the black women. That was too close for comfort ... they had done what they set out to do: nearly unmade the poor sissy. Whatever Tim had drank or been drugged with made the experience seem surreal. He lay crumpled there, dress tattered and torn, in the middle of the ladies bathroom floor. The majority of the women left the bathroom, laughing like hyenas, and headed back into the club and onto their next thrill.

Tim hadn’t looked more like a man all night, even if it was a broken one. He crawled, crying, trying to stand to his feet in the shakey shoes. He saw himself in the mirror, his left chest and nipple exposed through the ripped dress and bra. His panties were intact as he tried to tuck his sore balls and penis back into them. The dress had been ripped in several places, exposing his

ass cheeks through the back of the sheer panties over his behind. His makeup was now like that of an emo goth girl, a depressing mess, running down his face.

He aimed himself for the door, but had a new dilemma. There were bouncers waiting for him at the mouth of the bathroom. “We heard that you causing a disturbance in here. I am afraid we are going to have to ask you to leave.”

The drink buzzed in his veins, fueling an explanation in his best girl’s voice, but there was no doubt he looked much less attractive now than when he came in.

The bouncers were firm with him as they escorted him to the emergency exit and opened the door. He was basically nudged into the alley behind the club, right next to the dumpsters with the rest of the discarded trash. No money, no help, no phone; this was a hopeless situation. This was supposed to be the happiest night of his life. The gorgeous woman that he had always wanted was now intensely mad at him and punishing him. Would she think that he just gave up and walked out on her? That wouldn’t be a good thing. That would make a divorce imminent. He slumped beside one of the dumpsters and began to cry. Face buried in his hands, the happiness, anxiety, frustration and endlessly twisted humiliation of the whole evening poured out from his eyes, as the

mystery elixir still swirled in his head. He thought he had heard the door open, but he was too absolutely buried in despair to care.

“Tina, there you are! We been lookin all over for you girl.” It was P-Scream’s voice.

Tim’s blood froze, and he dared not turn around to face the towering black man. At best, Tim resembled a sorely lost bet, half naked in a tattered dress, with no curve of water balloon breasts to enhance his petite frame.

“Gina, told me to come find you. Here you are out here cryin’.” He came up right behind Tim. Tim had forgotten his panty covered ass was exposed. Instantly he felt P-Scream against his back with his face close to Tim’s ear. Tim could smell the Hennessey on his breath. “Little white girls are ALWAYS scared before they get married... especially if they never seen a Black man’s dick before... have you seen one, Tina?”

Tim felt P-Scream’s member filling full of blood; it felt rigid now and long. He spun Tim around and kissed him deep. P-Scream’s tongue invaded Tim’s mouth in a violation of its own. He quickly moved Tim down to his knees. “Yah, girl. Pretty little white girl like you gonna love my BIG BLACK COCK!”

Tim looked up and noticed that P-Screams eyes were closed. The Hennessey must have been as thick in his brain as it was on his breath. Tim tried to stay close to the man’s legs to avoid any visual inspection, should the eyes open. This did not work in the most positive way for Tim, as P-Scream mistook it for eagerness.

“Here, let me pull it out for you.” P-Scream was struggling to stay standing up straight. What he lacked in stability his fingers made up for in experience. Easily, they slid along the band of his golden athletic shorts, then quickly tugged down, exposing what had to be a nine inch long, semi-hard, black penis. Though the lighting was dim, Tim could still make out its intimidating ebony silhouette, with a proud, uncircumcised bell head. Then the smell hit him. The strong masculine scent wafted off of the growing member. After that came the vice-like hand pulling his face into it as the hardening length-wise cock was rubbed across his lips, nose, forehead and chin. In drunk fashion, P-Scream clumsily wedged the terrified sissy’s mouth open and snaked his firming penis into Tim’s mouth.

Tim’s mind reeled. What could he do? What would happen if he alerted the former gangsta to the fact that he wasn’t exactly the “white girl” that he’d previously appeared as? Tim didn’t know if it was fear, the drunk feeling that was still coursing through his veins, or if the ladies had pummeled a passive nature into him ...

but he opened his mouth and took the large cock into it without so much as a protest.

The stockings begin to shred on Tim’s knees as the drunk rap artist rocked his hips further into Tim’s face. “Yeah that’s right, Tina. What a nice wet warm hole... just what I needed. I been lookin at that pretty white mouth of yours all night. Been wondering when I was going to get to stick mah big black dick in there.”

How did things get so far out of hand tonight?​​ The rocking of the fat black member slowly stroking over his tongue was seemingly reviving Tim from his passive drug-like haze to a more aware sense of peril. There was another man’s penis in his mouth. He was sucking another man’s penis. He wasn’t gay. What was he doing? This wasn’t him. He started to gag and sputter as P-Scream held him tight. There was no room for escape as the fingers of both hands were now firmly holding onto the back of his hair.

The sounds of gags, sloppy wetness of the now aggressive skullfucking demanded all his attention. Then he heard another voice. He gasped for air and saw ManJango.

“Can I join, too?”

The giant mountain of athletic perfection grabbed his hips to help him up. Coupled with P-Screams grip on the sissy’s head, this forced Tim into a full bent-over position. “Everyone was looking for you two in the club. The girls were assuming something like this was happening, but no one woulda thought a pretty little thing like Tina would be out here in the alley, you freaky little white bitch!”

Tim tried to move his hips away. He could feel what Manjango was setting him up for. “You do got a narrow little ass, even for a white girl...but you sure are cute and firm!” Tim felt the panties... then he heard the fabric rip. “Shit, you won’t be needing these girl!”

Thick, sausage-like fingers starting to explore his backside, smearing around what residual lube was still trapped between his cheeks from his wife’s deflowering of him earlier. “Damn, girl, you already done been taking it up the ass tonight, DAYAM!” Tim heard the belt and then the zipper. He was highly aware, like every single white boy that owned a computer, just how big ManJango’s Big Black COCK was. It was legendary. Nearly thirteen inches, and arguably one of the biggest cocks in the porn business. “You best

take a deep breath in, Tina, this ain’t gonna feel like any whiteboy you’ve ever been with.”

Tim began to squirm. He was NOT gay! He couldn’t let this happen to him. He wiggled and wiggled to try to get away, but his hips were held tight. The giant, firm, warm head of what had to be that monster cock began to press against his little hole. This felt very different than his experience with Trisha earlier. These men were barely trying but held him aggressively in the position they wanted him. It was as though he didn’t have a choice. Not really. P-Scream picked up the tempo and was getting close. He was now being so aggressive that it made it hard for Manjango to line up his mark.

There it was.P-Scream had stopped his thrusting and Tim heard the animal growl, followed by his already stuffed mouth filling full of the sweet and metallic tasting fluid. P-Scream had burst in his mouth. Tim would have had to consider himself a cocksucker, but he wasn’t sucking at all, he was being used as a glorified cocksleeve. With the pace settled, the cum foaming out of his well used mouth and the tears streaming down his makeup ruined face, Tim became aware of the threat from behind. ManJango had begun to take aim in earnest. He now had the peace and calm it took to park his Big Black Boat into the little harbor.

Suddenly there was a light on them. It was the group and the Limo in the alley. But the light wasn’t from the head lights which lit up the whole alley. It was the localized light from Gina’s cell phone. She was recording him again. Giggles and Laughter burst out from the girls

“There you are!” Gina screamed, “we’ve been looking ALL over for you!”

“It just made sense that we should check by the dumpsters,” Trisha added. She was looking at him with full disappointment. She couldn’t believe the man that she was married to was not only a little-dick liar, yes... but also a pussy who wouldn’t fight back, and now was crossdressed, sissisfied and made to be a faggot. She didn’t know if her paradigm of him would ever be repaired from this. She felt sick looking at him -- beaten, bullied and bent over, sandwiched between the two hulking black men.

It was almost like P-Scream and Manjango LIKED the audience. P-Scream started to slap his long eight inch flaccid spit soaked cock against Tim’s cheeks. ::WACK WACK,SLAP SLAP::

Manjango adored the attention of the girls with his thirteen inch ebony dong now resting on top of Tim’s exposed backside. Tim

could feel him lift and let the weight of it drop down onto his poor cheeks. Shame filled his face again as he felt the meaty weight of what felt like a limp arm being beaten down on the small of his back, middle of his back and ass all at the same time.

The girls gasped in giggles. “That is a REAL DICK” Giselle belted out.

The girls all approached while the men of the group went back into the limo. Though all big, they didn’t like Manjango’s showboating. P-Scream had worked his soft cock back into Tim’s mouth. Tim had become now more an alley display table for Manjango’s massive black dick. The girls were all close now. They were gasping, giggling and shrieking as they fingered the giant black specimen. Trisha bent down and grabbed Tim’s small penis with a vengeance. He screamed into the black cock in his mouth, only making it swell up more. Trisha whispered into his ear, “fucking little-dick, cocksucking faggot... do you feel that real man’s cock resting on your ass? I would have settled for half of that cock on you.... But no, all you had was this dinky, miniscule pee-pee. It would’ve take eight of your wee-wees to make up one of this beautiful black rod!” Her next words were even more scathing,“You know what.... you make me sick!”

Samuel leaned out of the Limo top and shouted “Dayam, girls! Let’s go!”

Unceremoniously, P-Scream broke off his oral assault and Manjango trotted back to the car with Giselle and Erika tugging on his dick. The two men had been holding Tim there so long that, without their support, he crumpled to the pavement on his knees. If he didn’t look like a mess after the black girls had shredded his dress, then he most certainly did now, dirt on his knees, grime on his bare exposed buttocks, and cum/tears/makeup running down his face. He was a sight that no one seemed to take pity on.

“Here.. wear this!” It was Trisha. She was handing him the coat from the Limo driver. “I am not a horrible person, ‘Tina’.” It was his wife again. Her eyes had softened and she was helping him stand. “You withheld information from me and that changed the way that I saw you. You were dishonest and extremely deceitful. You paraded yourself around with a HUGE bulge, for god sake. You had to know that was important to me.”

She walked him to the passenger side door near the driver. “I am angry, and not only did you show me that you had a small penis, you didn’t stand up for yourself or really put up a fight when confronted... LIKE ANY REAL MAN WOULD DO. I don’t want to see you beat up and if those guys think that they were blown by a

guy or suspect that you are one, then we may have a very different night. I am going to go back there and have a good time. Sit up here and when we get back to the Suite, I will say that you are too drunk and exhausted, so that I can excuse you from the party.”

“Some part of me still loves you...”
Veronica’s head poked out from the top, ”TRISHA...LET’S GO!”

“... but we are going to just have to see where we are after tonight,” Trisha finished as she helped Tim into the driver’s cab portion of the limo as though he was an ambulance victim from one of those cop shows.

The Limo ride back sounded like more of being in the nightclub. Tim had found a little bit of peace. He reflected, trance-like running the events over and over again. It had all happened so quick it felt like a dream... except this was a NIGHTMARE ... a NIGHT TERROR if he were dreaming. Tim kept running over in his mind how he would speak to Trisha if he had another opportunity, He couldn’t leave things as they were, or even let her think that he might be gay. He was not. The ride wasn’t as long as Tim had hoped. Jello-kneed he stumbled on sore feet getting out of the passenger side.

Exiting the limo, all the girls are cuffed up... Gina with Sameul JAX, Veronica with Lamar, Marcus heavy flirting with Trisha, Erika all up on Doc T. Giselle throwing herself at ManJango. And then there was P-Scream, ready to intercept Tim. Oddly enough Trisha played deflection. “Hey buddy, I think our bachelorette has had enough for you this evening!” She was joking with him but firm enough that turned him on his heels to find lesser protected prey.

Trisha helped him walk and helped him through the hallway. Tim thought he saw a nasty face on Gina looking back but was too busy trying to conceal his male identity from the heavy garment shredding earlier. Trisha broke the silence “ You are a fucking mess.. Seriously, why’d you let those men treat you like that out in that alley? I pressed you earlier, but I didn’t think that you were a REAL FAG!”

“I am not... I was roofied.. Or something. Someone put something in my drink!”

Trisha though angry had been roofied there once before and knew that it ​​COULD ​​happen, so she relaxed a little. “I need you to understand that I do still love you... but I am STILL PISSED. It’s going to take some time for me to get over this.. And yes, I do feel

a little bad for what I’ve done, but if YOU HADN’T LIED, none of this would’ve happened to you, RIGHT?!”

“You are right, sweetheart. I am an asshole.” Tim responded “..and what?!?” Trisha pressed.

“..and?” Tim searched for what she wanted him to say, but didn’t know what to say.

“...and You are a Little-Dicked Lier!” Trisha assisted him in finding the words.

“And I am a ‘Little-Dicked Lier’. He complied.
“There, that wasn’t so hard was it?” Trisha grinned slightly.

Tim felt like he was getting somewhere with her. Even her facial features had softened with him. He needed to save his marriage... and do it quickly.

They were the last to enter the hotel Suite Tim confesses that he loves TRISHA and reiterated that he never wanted to blow another guy.. He was forced. The look on her face said that she didn’t FULLY believe him... that he wasn’t a cocksucking Lier

(with cum STILL on his lips.) but there was a part of her that was trying. He invokes their good times, how he was sorry and that he was humiliated and drugged and forced to give the BJ. Trisha relents ... telling Tim he can take a nap and that she will let him know that they can discuss later.

Trisha takes him into the master bedroom of the Honeymoon suite, dims the lights and shuts the door. Tim lays down, shredded stockings, tattered dress, smeared makeup. His body aches from his over-used jaw to the stinging in his rectum from the strapon at the beginning of the night. He could feel the throbbing of his skin from Black girls sharp nails, the rubber burn from the torture of his penis too. His body was a temple of tenderness right now as he wedged himself deep into the mattress face down, shoes on.

Tim could hear Trisha as she makes an announcement that the Bachelorette has had too much to drink and needs to rest... but the party can still continue. The music starts bumping again through the doors.

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It seemed like he had drifted off for hours. Groggy and head still banging, the ache in Tim’s body returned with a vengeance. He lay still as he started to come to. He had been out for about about 2 hours. 4am. The music was still going at the same ear-quaking

volume. Even if this had turned into a fun night, this would still be too much for him. Something had woken him up though. He felt the mattress moving, and then the weight of lean muscle and the boney heaviness of someone laying on his back. He felt the warm breath on his neck and the smell of

Jameson mixed with weed stank. Then in hushed tones in his ear “ Shit girl, you thought you could hide from P-Scream? This Dick always gets what it wants.”

Tim had already started to squirm, but it felt like this wasn’t the first time that P-Scream had held someone smaller in position for an assault. “Shhhhhhhh, Girl! Gina told me that you might need attention here! Just hold still for a second an’ let me get it ALL in you.”

Gina that Bitch! ​​Tim began to struggle ... but it was no use. He screamed out ‘HELP!!!!”

Either he was trying to speed up as not to get caught or he just got excited by his active prey, P-Scream’s strong sinewy hands began to fumble around looking for a Pussy... What he found where a set of whiteboy balls and dick.

“Well, well, well. ‘Tina’ you been a little DISHONEST tonight, huh?” Tim was relieved. Even if P-Scream was mad it was better than being fucked by a REAL MAN. What happened next confused poor Tim.

“I ain’t fucked a sissy, since back in the Georgia Penn.” With that he gave a dry push.

“ARGGGGGHH!!” If it weren’t enough that his ass was sore, The masssive size of P-Scream’s Dick really stabbed away at all the modesty that Tim had.

“IT’S TOO BIG!!!” Tim howled

“That’s it Sissy-Gurl, Scream for me like all the girls do... Let it out!!

The more that Tim yelped, the harder that P-Scream fucked. P-Scream had now positioned him onto his knees and was fucking him in full doggy style.

POUND. POUND. POUND. BAM. BAM. BAM.

Maybe it was the sweat, the lube from his earlier session with Trisha, or just P-Screams precum, but he had gotten slick back there and though he was still in pain. It wasn’t due to friction. It was now due to accommodating this large dark member in his guts. “Take it, Bitch... Ah Yeah. I’mma cum in that white ass.’ And he did.. “ARGHHHH!” Tim could feel the jets of of warmness empty inside of his bowels. P-Scream slumped over him for a moment. And then was back at it . “SHIIT this ass is TIGHT!” Tim felt the softening monster begin to grow rigid again. How was this possible, even when Tim was fucking he never recovered this quickly. He was sure that this was a really bad nightmare.

P-Scream began to pick up the pace again. Now with the cum dripping out of his ass and onto his balls.. He felt that how was more than slick now. P-Scream was using the Lube to full advantage. He was pulling out to where his meaty cockhead met Tim’s battered pucker and thrust ALL the way in. Tim SCREAMED at the top of his lungs. P-Scream’s balls were even starting to bang Tim’s smaller balls into submission. The heavy black testicals swung hard like wrecking balls demolishing anything left of Tim’s resistance. P-Scream began to bite and lick on Tim’s neck and ears ... now turning to devouring him.

The music got louder. No it was the door.
CLICK. The unmistakable sound of a an iphone being used.

Gina’s voice followed. “Oh Trish! I ​​THINK​​ you ​​MIGHT​​ want to see ​​THIS!” G​ ina had scurried away, giggling over the music.

Tim’s searched for anything left to break free. His struggle seemed to egg on P-Scream as he started to pick up pace for another orgasm.. “OH GOD! BITCH... You take it so GOOD!!!” SHIT did you just CUM on my leg, FAGGOT?!” P-Scream pushed Tim down from his knees to his side. He saw a bikini-clad, Trisha the doorway, standing wet hair with his shirtless coworker Marcus who was sporting nothing but soaking wet white underwear that you could easily make out his 10 inch semi-hard black cock.

“He SURE did!” Trisha expressed herself devoid of emotion. She shook her head in full disappointment.

“OH SNAP....Is that ‘Tim’?!” Marcus asked Trisha.

Trisha responds with calloused and unrelenting eyes. Her magnificent curves stood like a statue as she coldly answered looking through her husband, “I don’t know ​​WHO​​ that is anymore!”