Is That Your Sissy Stash?! By Throne (42 Pages) (Patreon)

Is That Your Sissy Stash?!

By Throne

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IS THAT YOUR SISSY STASH?

by Throne

(From an original outline by Devin Dickie)

It was a pleasant Spring day, sunny and warming up nicely as morning turned to afternoon.  Nick and Paige had just pulled up in front of their new home.  The moving company truck had already arrived.  It was a 16 footer, which was big enough to handle the limited amount of furniture from the tiny apartment they had left.  The big vehicle's back door was rolled up and the ramp extended to the street.  There were two men coming down the inclined walkway, each carrying a large cardboard box.  Both of the movers were tall and Black.  One was broadly built and brawny, the other lean and angular.  The first had a thick mustache that descended almost to his jawline.  The other sported a neatly trimmed chin beard.  Their truck and the backs of their snug T-shirts bore the company name FRANK'S FRIENDLY MOVING. 

Nick turned off the car and got out.  He was short and slender, with sandy blond hair that reached almost to the collar of his sport shirt.  He had on tan slacks and loafers.  Paige emerged from the passenger side.  She was taller than him, her hair a shade darker and pulled up in a tight bun at the back of her head.  The loose peasant blouse she wore couldn't hide the fact that she had a supersize bust.  As she smoothed down her ankle length, gypsy skirt the two men set down their boxes and paused to get a good look at her.  They glanced at each other and raised their eyebrows.  She also wore handcrafted sandals and some handmade jewelry designed and created by native workers in foreign countries. 

The heavier moving man, who was Frank, said to his partner, "That pretty girl needs to let her hair loose and wear more make-up."

The leaner one, Juke, said, "And to get herself a full-sized husband.  What's she doing with that shrimp?"

"Maybe she's never been with a real man."

"With some proper equipment between his legs."

Paige took a quick look at the movers.  They reminded her of some of the men around their old apartment.  It had been located in a mixed neighborhood, which had book and music stores, coffee shops that weren't part of any chain, small eateries, ethnic groceries, and funky shops that sold clothes and accessories like Paige was wearing.  When they moved in she had noticed the Black men and how different they were from the guys she'd gone to her suburban school with.  The Black guys projected confidence and a very relaxed attitude.  Paige could also see how physically unlike Nick they were.

She went over to the pair who were unloading the truck and said, "Hi, fellows.  Sorry we're a few minutes late.  My husband got kind of lost... even though we've been here a bunch of times." 

"No problem, dear," Frank said affably. 

"We'll just bring everything in and you can tell us where it goes," Juke offered with a smile. 

"That's great."  She crossed her arms under that impressive bust, unintentionally calling more attention to it. 

Just then Nick came over an eyed the contents of the truck anxiously.  Everyone else noticed what he was doing.  There was a tense silence until he put his foot on the bottom of the ramp.  When he tried to go higher, Frank stepped in and blocked him with an extended arm.  Nick took one look at the solid bicep and froze.  He nervously pushed his hair back behind his ears. 

"Sorry, my man," Frank said with more authority than apology.  "Can't let you go up there."

"But it's my stuff," Nick said, a bit petulantly. 

"I understand.  It's just that we have insurance issues to think about.  If you was to pick up something heavy and hurt yourself..."

Nick gave him a sour look.  "Whatever."

"Course," Frank went on, "if you was to point out whatever box you was worried about, I'd be happy to bring it on down for you."

Paige was openly curious about what was happening.  Juke was mildly amused.  Nick stepped backwards and almost tripped over his own feet as he got off the ramp. 

"Damn," the short young man said. 

His wife frowned.  "Nick, just tell the man what you want.  He's trying to help you."  She was remembering some of the guys she'd seen around the old neighborhood, ones like Frank and Juke, and the thoughts they had inspired in her.  Still, she was a married woman and belonged to Nick, no matter what his shortcomings might be.  She repeated, "Please tell him."

Nick's narrow shoulders sagged.  He looked at the ground and stuck out his lower lip.  "All right.  It's that box on top of the others.  The one marked PRIVATE."

As Frank went up the ramp and easily reached it with his long arms, Paige checked her husband's reaction.  He was shifting from foot to foot and still keeping his eyes lowered.  As the Black man neared the ground she stepped in front of Nick and held out her arms.

"I'll take it," she announced with uncharacteristic firmness. 

Frank grinned at Nick as he held it out to her.  "Now if you'd like," he said cheerfully, "I can take it inside and give it to your there.  Or you can just take it now.  Whichever way you prefer.  After all, it's YOUR stuff."

Her spouse cringed inwardly at the way Frank said that, contradicting Nick's comment that it was HIS stuff.  Paige raised her chin and looked directly at the moving man.

She said, "No, this is fine.  I can handle the PRIVATE box."  She threw her husband a suspicious expression and saw him swallow as if he had something stuck in his throat.  "It'll be no problem at all."

Radiating self assurance, she strolled up the front walk.  Nick suddenly developed at tic in his cheek.  Frank and Juke both noted it and exchanged puzzled shrugs.  To justify following his bride, Nick loudly requested a box to carry.  Frank intentionally stepped off the ramp and stood there, not moving.

The Black man said to his partner, "Your turn, Juke.  Get the man a box.  Nothing too heavy I don't think.  But if there's another one that says PRIVATE he might want that.  Must be something real special in them ones."

Nick knew he was being played with but couldn't muster the nerve to say anything.  Instead he stood there fidgeting while Juke took his time.  Paige silently evaluated the scene.  At last Juke found a box, about the size of the one Paige was holding.  He brought it to Nick who reached out for it.  But the Black mover unexpectedly thrust it forward, startling the white guy and making him flinch.  Then Juke just smiled, as if that had simply been a joke, and handed it over.  Nick took it and started for the house.  His wife preceded him through the door and stood in the middle of the mostly empty living room.  The only items already there were a small bookshelf she had brought and filled with some of her favorite titles, along with a display case in which was part of his collection of action figures.  He rushed in after her, pulling the door behind him but not closing it all the way.  Frank waved to Juke to follow him.  They went up the front steps and listened, able to hear every word that was said.

Nick set his box on the floor and said, "Um, I can take that one now."

Paige wanted to know, "Why?  What's so secret about its contents?"

"It's just... like it says... err... private stuff."  He offered a weak smile.

"You know that my only rule for us was that we not keep secrets from each other.  I despise the idea of you hiding anything from me."

"It's only... sort of a hobby."  His discomfort was mounting visibly. 

Paige frowned and said, "That's not good enough."

Nick put his hands on the box but she wouldn't let it go.  He tugged and, when it slipped from her grip, the carton landed on its side and popped open.  Out spilled a collection of panties and stockings, a bra accompanied by large breast forms, and a curly blond wig.  There were even several selfie photos of him wearing the items.   Paige stood there with her eyes bugging out and mouth open. 

"OMG," she gasped.  Picking up several photos, she wanted to know, "IS THAT YOUR SISSY STASH?  You're some kind of pervert.  Secretly dressing up like a girl.  That explains why you were always so supportive whenever I wanted to go out and do something with my girlfriends.  It gave you time to get into this lingerie and... do what?... prance around the apartment?"

"NO.  I mean, not exactly.  It's just something I do to... you know... let off pressure."

"You mean you jerk off while you're in panties?"

"Not every time."  He went pale as he realized what he'd just confessed. 

"And that's my missing bra.  You wear one of my bras and put those fake tits in it to make yourself as busty as me."

"Really, it's not so serious."

"Not serious that you haven't been telling me the truth, even after I told you how much I hate lying?  That you're some sort of pansy who puts on stockings and pulls his dick?  

That's not serious?"  Her tone turned from outraged to vindictive.  "You tug your little dick.  Your tiny pecker that has never been enough to satisfy me."

He couldn't miss her smile of contempt.  "I wish you could understand that I'm only...  it's just that I like to... and a lot of guys..."  His words trailed off.

"A lot of guys do what?  Play dress-up when their wife isn't around?  Maybe pretend they're her?  Or have you made up a sissy character to pose as?  I'll bet that's it.  You stop being Nick and become... Nicola?  Naughty Nikki?  Tell me!"

"I..."  He was too overwhelmed to lie or even delay the truth.  "... like to call myself Nika."  His cheeks were warm and he knew he was blushing.

"Nika?  Jeez.  I don't know if I should just throw you out or get an official divorce."  She held up the pictures to remind him she had proof. 

"Honey.  Please.  No.  You can't do that to me."

"It would sure be tough on you.  Who else would want a raving sissy with a mini-prick."

Outside, the two Black men were loving every second of it.  Frank leaned toward Juke.

The owner of the moving company whispered, "Let's go in.  I'll be the good guy and you be the mean son of a bitch.  While I'm calming down that hot wife, you can get started on the wimp husband."

"Okay.  You can try your luck with getting the Missus into bed, and I'll have some fun with that soft looking chump."

"Hey, after the way she's been dissing her guy's little pickle, one look at my stuff and she'll be sold on me.  Plus that guy of hers looks halfway like he's already living in Sissy Town.  And after what we just heard, she sure ain't going to defend him."

"Sounds like a plan, brother."

So Frank pushed open the door.  In a concerned voice he asked, "Is everything okay in here?  It sounded like you might be..."  He made a show of checking what had tumbled out of the dropped box.  "Oh, you just dropped some of your things, Ma'am."

Paige hesitated for only a second before she informed him, "Not my things.  Those belong to my husband.  Soon to be EX.  It turns out he's some kind of freak who wants to get all prettied up and call himself Nika, if you can believe that."

"And he never told you?" Frank marveled, acting utterly surprised.  "That's like, so dishonest."  He hadn't forgotten what she'd said about lying.  "I mean, after this you could never trust him to tell the truth."  He took one step closer to her.

"Exactly," she agreed.  "I mean, who knows what else he has going on behind my back."  She moved nearer to Frank and looked up at him. 

Frank got alongside her and put a consoling arm around her shoulders.  He wanted to let his hand slide down towards those huge tits but restrained himself.  That would happen soon enough.

"Really," Juke said with feigned indignity.  "I can't believe he would do that to you."  He glared at Nick.  "Hey, Nika.  How often you go to them sissy pages on the computer?  You like to see fruits like you with big rough men, don't you?  And you special like to see little faggots with Black dudes?  Answer me!"

In a dither, Nick tried to speak.  He got out, "I only look at those pictures when my wife is asleep or out.  And the ones with butch men are just part of the time.  I mean, there are Black guys and sometimes I..."  Realizing he had been provoked into blabbing too much information, Nick shut his mouth.

"I know that type.  They see a guy like me or Frank here and they're all over us.  Checking to see if they can tell what's in our pants.  Why were you doing that to me?"

"I'm sorry.  That is, I wasn't doing it."

"So why did you apologize?"  Juke shifted to Paige.  "You married a total candy ass, lady.  He's in it too deep for you to get him out."

She pressed herself against Frank and put an arm around his lower back.  "I'm so glad you two are here to help me with this."  There was a suggestion of more than just gratitude in the way she said it.  "I feel so betrayed.  Who knows?  He might have panties on right now, under his slacks."

Juke took that as his cue.  He grabbed Nick by the shirtfront and shook him.   "All right, sissy.  Time for a panty check.  Get yourself out of them boy clothes.  I know you don't like them anyway."

Frank tightened his hold on Paige, just enough to see how she would react.  When she rubbed her hip against his firm thigh he said, "And we need to see how good he is at being a girl.  Help us figure if he's convincing enough that maybe he been cruising downtown to pick up horny men."

When Nick tried to say something, Juke gave him a warning jerk.  "Move it, princess.  Unbutton that shirt.  NOW!"

Afraid of being slapped or punched, Nick did as he was ordered.  Soon he had the shirt off and, at Juke's next command, got out of his shoes and socks and pants.  Standing there in just his jockey shorts, he felt absolutely vulnerable.  Everyone could see how small the bump in the front of his underwear was.  Juke got his big hand on the back of Nick's neck and gave a warning squeeze. 

"Let's go," he said.  "Have to make sure you don't have something pink on under them tight whites."

Nick looked to his wife for help.  But now Frank's free hand was reaching across the enfold her fingers.  He gave her a reassuring, one-armed hug.  She snuggled against him.  Nick was terribly upset but his thoughts were refocused when Juke grabbed his ear and twisted it, then forced him to bend forward.  The helpless husband understood what was expected.   He got hold of the waistband of his shorts and began to work them down.  First he exposed his pubic hair, which was fine and pale and there was barely any of it.  Then he had to bare his genitals.  His penis was three soft inches, with immature balls to match. 

"Day-am," Frank swore.  "That's the smallest I've ever seen."

"She-it," Juke burst out.  "His junk's almost not there.  I mean, it'd be invisible next to something regular size.  Or extra large, like Frank's."

Paige appeared all at once interested in a new way with the man holding her.  She boldly put her hand on his belt buckle.  "Is that true, Frank?  I mean about you being so big.  Down here."  She gave his belt a playful tug.

"Well," he said with false modesty, "I do have more than most guys.  But you'll just have to take my word for it.  I mean, unless you wanted to do a comparison.  But that's up to you."

"You know," she said, thinking quick, "my husband has never mentioned that he's undersized.  I suppose he just wanted me to assume he had everything I needed.  That was so wrong of him.  So it's not me who needs to see yours, Frank.  It's Nick -- I mean Nika -- who has to take a look."  She put her hand flat on his taut midsection.  "Of course, it might be good for me to see the difference too.  You know, just so I don't forget how much I got shortchanged."

"Makes sense," Frank said with a nod.

Juke told Nick, "So get them shorts the rest of the way off, Nancy boy."

The hapless husband wriggled his lower half to work them down his legs.  He stepped out of his last piece of clothing and stood there naked.  Frank faced him and unzipped the fly of his work pants, which were loose because he had to be able to bend and stretch in them.  There was no way to tell what they concealed.  He reached inside and worked his organ into position.  There was a frozen moment of anticipation and then he pulled it out.  Paige exhaled sharply.  Nick made a sound that might have expressed amazement or else just plain envy.  What they were seeing was nine inches of relaxed cock.  And it was thick.  Very.  With prominent veins.  And a dark heavy head.  Frank scooped it up and held it toward the white guy's dick, which appeared ridiculously inferior.  Nick's wife held her hand out toward Frank's tool but didn't actually touch the impressive length.  With a laugh, Frank tucked it back inside his trousers. 

"Now how about we do this," Frank suggested.  "Juke and me will bring in the rest of your stuff.  Meanwhile, you get Nika there all fancied up so we can see her the way she likes to be.  Get this whole deal out in the open, so there won't be no more secrets."

Paige scowled at her spouse.  "No more lies." 

Bare assed, completely intimidated by the two Black males, his dirty secrets lying on the floor at his feet, Nick could not object.  He meekly clasped his hands in front of him and tried not to sniffle. 

All the unclothed man could say to his wife was, "I'll do whatever you tell me."

The movers went out to continue their work.  Paige pointed to the box and told Nick to get everything back into it.  Then she led him to the bedroom, which was still unfurnished.  She had him dump out his sissy supplies so she could spread them around with her foot.  Then she pointed out each item she wanted him to pick up, had him put them on, including her purloined bra and oversized breast forms in each capacious cup, then finished that with the curly blond wig, whose tresses fell to his shoulders.  He stood there in the bra, a pair of bikini-cut, pale red panties, fishnet stockings, and slippers with cheap bedazzling. 

There had been cosmetics at the bottom of the box.  Now she had him bend from the waist to pick up several pieces, one at a time.  Paige went to work on his face, darkening his pale eyebrows with a pencil, putting blush on his cheeks, and generously applying lipstick in a color called Plum Pucker. 

She considered the lipstick tube and the dark cosmetic it held.  "I wouldn't have even considered wearing something this shade.  I mean, it's really bold.  But maybe that's what I need.  And some clothes that I bought but never had the nerve to wear.  I even know which box they're in.  And it's not marked PRIVATE.  I'd look great in what's in there, and now I have someone who would appreciate it, other than my fag-faced, wig-wearing, stocking-strutting husband.  In fact, let's see you strut in those fishnets.  Show me how you do it, Nika."

Nick remembered the many times he'd been home alone in their apartment.  How he had gotten into his feminine persona and sashayed around from room to room, postured in front of the full length mirror, and even done some sexy dance moves.  Now he began to circle the bedroom, taking mincing steps, rolling his hips, holding out his arms and leaving his wrists limp.  He even put on what he considered a seductive expression, eyes half closed, and lips slightly parted.  The way his bride had made him look, along with how he moved, suggested not a real girl but an effeminate guy's slightly exaggerated idea of womanliness.  His wife marveled at the extent of the transformation.  Her mind was working fast, thinking of what might happen next and beyond that. 

She grabbed his slender upper arm and gave his panty-covered bottom a hard swat.  He yelped but didn't try to break away.  As she walked him out to the living room, the movers were entering, Frank with the box spring and Juke with the mattress.  The disassembled bed frame was already there.  Paige smiled slyly and looked straight at Frank.

The attractive woman wanted to know, "Would you men mind putting the bed together for me?"  To her husband she sounded like a new and more assured person. 

Frank grinned at her and said, "Not a problem, pretty lady.  We'll go and get the frame."  

Juke added, "And we'll make sure it's done right, so it'll be all sturdy.  In case you and your husband want to celebrate moving in."

Paige gave her spouse a wry look.  "Yeah, right.  That's not exactly how the celebration is going to happen."

"But honey, if you'd just give me another chance."

Whatever words she was initially going to say remained in her mind and didn't pass her lips.  Paige thought for a long moment, which felt even longer to Nick.  Her stance relaxed. 

"All right," she decided out loud.  "I will give you another chance... Nika."

He was relieved to hear her offer but didn't like that she was still addressing him that way.  Despite the mixed signals, he exhaled some of his stress and said, "Thank you, dear."

"You're welcome.  However, you're not in the clear.  Not by a long way.  For one thing, you can stay the way you are, in your bra and panties.  I mean MY bra." 

Not thinking he had any bargaining power, and very aware of the image he projected, he licked his lips and said softly, "Yes, dear."

"I like that feminine way of speaking.  Keep it up.  And I'm also going to put on some of the clothes I'd been keeping in the back of my closet.  Seeing you as a sissy makes me need to assert myself as a woman.  It will make me feel better about myself, which I need right now."  She thought of other benefits it could have.  "So I don't want to hear any whining from you about it."

She went to the box she had carried in, which was one of hers.  Opening it, she found exactly what she had been visualizing herself in, right on top.  It was a form fitting jumpsuit that zipped up the front and flared out near the ends of the legs.  Paige pulled her loose blouse up and off, followed quickly by tugging down her voluminous skirt.  She stepped out of the sandals, undid her front-fastening bra to toss it aside, and peeled off her rather plain cotton panties.  Nick's wife stood before him in her full glory.  She cocked her hips and gave him a close-mouthed smile. 

"What do you think?" she asked mischievously. 

"You look... perfect." 

He was gawking at her heavy breasts, which stood up so firmly despite their obvious weight.  She ran her hands over the outsides of them, down along her ribs, and across her narrow but shapely hips.  His breathing was suddenly shallow and fast.  She took the single-piece, reddish purple garment she had selected and stepped into it, then worked it up her legs, got her arms into the sleeves, and hooked a finger through the wide ring attached to its zipper.  Paige slowly teasingly closed the front of what she was wearing, but stopped when her breasts were only halfway covered.  There was plenty of cleavage on display and her nipples were clearly outlined as they pressed out against the material.  She found a pair of red stilettoes and stepped into them.

"Would you mind buckling my ankle straps, Nika?"

Nick wordlessly sank into a low squat to do as she had requested.  His fingers fumbled but he got the job done.  With her looking down at him, he wasn't sure if he should rise or not.  Just then the moving men, who may or may not have been listening again, made some throat clearing sounds to announce themselves.  Frank knocked on the frame of the door and Paige invited them in.  They entered with the bedframe and stopped in their tracks when they saw the couple.  There stood Nick in lingerie, face made up and head bewigged.  Alongside him, even taller now in the heels, was his bride, her stunning figure -- and especially those oversized boobs -- shown off by her choice of fashion.

Frank swore under his breath.  Juke rubbed his lips together hungrily.  Their attention went from Paige to Nick and they both chuckled.  This was going exactly as they had hoped, only better. 

In a sweetly seductive voice, Paige said, "Looks like you're going to get us ready for bed."

"Sounds good," Frank responded without telegraphing his thoughts too obviously. 

"I'm up for that," seconded Juke.

The two men assembled the piece of furniture and put on the box spring and mattress.  They made a show of checking it twice.

Then Paige said, "How about if we do this.  You gentlemen can bring in the other boxes marked BEDROOM.  And any more that say PRIVATE on them."

Frank commented, "Looks like Nika there has all of her private stuff she needs"

"Damn straight," agreed Juke.  "She's like fire, in a sissy way."

Paige laughed soundlessly while her husband cringed.  He kept moving his hands and shifting position, wanting to cover up more but too intimidated to take the initiative. 

Paige suggested, "I'll get the bed all ready and maybe you fellows can take a well deserved break.  In fact..."  She picked up Nick's pants and fished his wallet out of the pocket.  Opening it she took out two twenties and gave them to the men.  "... I'd like to give you this for doing such a good job.  Maybe you could go and get something to eat.  Have a drink.  And then I'd appreciate it if you could stop back.  You know, just in case I need any special help with anything.  It's not like I have a real man here to do whatever I might need."  She sighed meaningfully.  "Would that be all right?"

"That'd be fine," Frank said.  "How about we show up in around an hour?"

"That's just right."  She slipped her husband's wallet into her hip pocket.   "I just have a few things I have to do.  Make the bed.  Make up my face and fix my hair.  And have a chat with my... better half..."  She shook her head.  "... lesser half," she corrected.  "I think she and I can come to an understanding.  But we need some private time to work out the details." 

The three standing people eyed the crouching figure between them.  There Nick was, looking every inch a sissy.  He hugged himself and gazed up with an imploring expression.  No one was ready to grant him any forgiveness or mercy.  The Black men smirked at his helpless state. 

Frank told Paige, "See you in 60."

Juke focused on Nick and said, "And I'll be back for you.  See if I can't help clear things up between you and the Missus."

Nick shivered as the movers turned and left.  Paige watched them go.  Then she turned to her cowering spouse.

"Let's see what I can do for myself with your cosmetics, Nika." 

She opened one of the bedroom boxes, took out a wall mirror, and leaned it against the headboard of their bed.  Then she instructed her husband to gather certain selections from his scattered make-up.  Paige sat on the side of the bed, facing the mirror, and went to work.  On his knees, Nick watched silently as the rather plain face he was familiar with was made over into something bolder and very alluring.  His wife found a hairbrush in the box from which the mirror had come and used it on her long sandy hair, giving it more fullness.  Then she put herself in front of him, snapped her fingers, and gestured for him to rise.

He got unsteadily to his feet and stood there quivering nervously.  She granted him an inscrutable smile. 

"I've had time to calm down after your terrible betrayal, Nika," she began.  "It still hurts me that you would be so dishonest with me, especially because I've made it clear how unacceptable that is."  She paused for those words to sink in.  "But like I said, I'm willing to give you one more chance.  But only on my terms.  Understood?"

"Y... yes, dear."

"And the first thing is that I'm going to keep you looking this way until I'm satisfied that I understand what it is you want.  That way I can help you with your... hobby."

"But you don't have to..."

She flashed him an angry look and made a shushing sound.  "This isn't going to work if you don't cooperate.  Here I am making an effort to help you.  To save our marriage.  To deal with your addiction to dressing girly and acting like a little faggot."

He opened his mouth but then thought better of it.  The way she was shaping the narrative, his role was just to be grateful for her sufferance and to cooperate fully.  When he demonstrated his passivity with silence, he was rewarded by her hands set gently on his shoulders.   Then she let her fingers trails down his narrow, essentially hairless chest, to his nipples.  Once or twice during sex she had teased him there.  It stimulated him rapidly to the point of losing control.  Intercourse with his tiny dick was a waste of time for her, so she often rushed his finish.  Not that he lasted very long without added encouragement, but it amused her to make him ejaculate before he wanted to. 

Now, as she began to toy with him that way, he fidgeted and moaned.  His immature penis tented out the front of his panties.  She moved her leg so that her warm thigh was pressed against his member.  He writhed with need and closed his eyes.

"No, no," she gently advised.  "You have to look at me.  If you're not seeing me, you might be getting into some sissy fantasy in your head.  Maybe thinking about hunky guys.  Perhaps even Black men, big ones like Frank and Juke.  We wouldn't want that, now would we?  Well, maybe you would.  I suppose that's something all sissy boys like you secretly crave.  Don't deny it, Nika.   Especially not to yourself.  Be honest.  It's what you really want.  Isn't it?  To be touched by them.  Handled.  And to touch them back.  To be used in dirty ways.  Hmmm?"

When he tried to answer she moved one index finger to his lips to prevent speech.  Nick whimpered.  He wanted to tell her it wasn't true, that he wasn't gay, but everything that had happened, along with his history of dressing, and now her persuasive words, told him differently.  What if he was, at least in some small way, not completely straight?  Could that be?

She leaned in as if sharing a confidence.  "You have to trust me, dear.  After all, you DO enjoy your dress-up games.  Now don't you?"

"I... well... yes.  Kind of."

"But you didn't trust me enough to share your naughty secret."  She put a pout into her words.

That sounded like she was relenting.  "I'm sorry.  I wanted to tell you but was afraid."

"Of me?"  She put her arms around him and pulled him close.

He appreciated it, even though he would have preferred that it be him who was doing the embracing.  The way it was he felt too weak.  Nick murmured, "I was ready to say something more than once.  Maybe just let you see me in something a guy could wear, like a real short robe, but that would still be sort of... you know."

"I'm beginning to understand.  You like to feel soft and... vulnerable."

"That's kind of it."

She gently pulled his face into her accommodating cleavage and soothed, "There, there, baby."  She toyed with his ear.  Her thigh again rubbed his unimpressive hard-on.  "Tell me everything."

He thought he had won her trust.  Nick confessed so much.  All his formerly forbidden secrets.  She even got him to admit to looking at men on porn sites, though he downplayed the erotic aspects of that, making it more about wanting to see how the sissies in the pictures looked.  She pretended to accept that and moved back slightly so she could concentrate on his nipples again, let him kiss the portions of her chest that were covered, and take his wrist so she could move his hand around to feel her bottom through the clinging jumpsuit.  He squirmed with fervent desire but she didn't allow him to go any further.  Paige wanted her kinky husband all heated up and ready to go, but the destination she planned for him was very different from what he anticipated. 

Paige eventually had him melting with frustrated urges.  His mind was confused and his body was in control.  She whispered lewd suggestions that all had him in the role of Nika.  He couldn't believe how wonderful it all was.  She was going to accept his alter ego and they would be joined in a private heaven of sexual bliss.  The conniving woman coaxed her husband back onto his knees and got him ardently kissing her thighs.  He caressed her firm calves.  She complimented how girly he appeared and started making suggestions for other ways he could enhance his femininity.  Paige was right in the middle of describing a shopping trip they could share, to find the sexiest underthings for him to model in the bedroom, when the moving men returned.  Nick had forgotten that they were due back and was paralyzed.

His wife told them, "My twisted little sissy was just telling me how he dreams about giving himself to a big rough Black man."

Juke stepped forward.  "I'm the dog for that job."

She went on, "And I know that wimps like him get off on seeing their wives with the same type of guys." 

Nick's head snapped back and forth.  What was happening?  He hadn't described that first fantasy.  Not specifically.  She was embellishing on some subjects he had only skirted around.  Plus, that second scenario, though it was common on the sites he visited, hadn't ever been something he longed for, though he had entertained it as a fiction. He abruptly understood that his bride had lulled him into a false sense of security and gotten him to reveal everything, so she could use it all against him and make even more extreme claims appear true.  No, no, no. 

Frank stepped up to Paige and opened his arms.  "Well, if that's what the wuss wants.  I mean, I'm not the kind to steal somebody's wife, even if the husband is a hidden faggot."

Juke went to Nick and said with interest, "Hidden faggot.  I like the sound of that.  So let's get him out of the closet."

"N... n... no," the husband said in a strained whisper, still keeping his voice in a girlish register.  "I didn't...  I mean, it was only make believe when I...  Seeing my wife do that wouldn't be...  And I don't really want a Black man to..."

Juke gave him a crooked smile and said, "Your pecker says different.  That tiny thing be like a barometer or whatever, telling us which way the sissy wind blows."  He undid his belt and unzipped his loose work pants.  "Tells me you want to reach on through the front of my shorts and see what I got for you, girl."

When Nick looked to his wife for help she was already in Frank's arms and the two of them were kissing passionately.  The Black man was running his hands up and down her back, freely feeling her ass.  Then he moved his touch upward to fondle the sides of her big melon breasts.   Nick had never even considered the possibility of another man handling his wife's charms.  Or of her allowing it.   Yet there she was rubbing herself lasciviously against the dark intruder, encouraging him with purred words.   She fingered his thick mustache before shifting her hand to his crotch. 

"Come on now," Juke said to Nick.  "They getting ahead of us.  I want to feel you grabbing my sugarcane.   Get busy with it, bitch."

With the dark face leering down at him and a hint of threatening  impatience in that voice, Nick was too afraid to not obey.   His shaking hand went to the front of Juke's pants.  At the same time, his wife was freeing Frank's manhood.  Nick felt what he was groping for and sobbed.  Paige got her fingers on what she sought and gasped with delight.  Seconds later both cocks had been freed.   Wife and husband goggled at what awaited them.  Frank's tool was nine thick inches, with a heavy bell head.  Juke's was equally impressive and only slightly less girthy than the other.  Paige was thrilled.  Nick was queasy.  The woman sank to her knees and kissed the object of her affections lovingly on its tip.  Her spouse stared dumbly at the hanging meat in front of him.  Juke gripped his shaft at its root and slapped Nick across the face with it repeatedly.  That snapped the sissy out of his trance.  He glanced sideways and saw what his bride was doing.  Imitating her, he cupped his hand under the dangling knob to raise it and press his lips against the slit in its end.  Frank nodded his approval to Paige.  Juke guffawed at the servile behavior of the hamstrung husband. 

"Hey, Nika," Paige called.  "Do it this way." 

She greedily stuffed the business end of Frank's rod between her eager lips and gave it a few hard sucks while making a contented sound in her throat.  Nick's mouth turned down in a frown but he duplicated her actions, making himself sick with what he was doing.  In seconds both cocks were hard and had each gained two inches of length, along with proportionate width.  The helpless husband couldn't believe what was happening. Nick had the knob of a huge Black cock between his lips and was sucking on it.  He was wearing sexy lingerie and those big fake knockers.  Plus, his wife also had an enviably large Black cock in her mouth and was happily taking inch after inch.  It was like he had slipped into some weird fantasy zone, except that it wasn't under his control. 

Juke slapped the side of Nick's head.  "Yo, bitch.  Get that tongue to moving.  I want to feel it swirling around my Johnson.  Yeah, like that.  I bet you love reading where this happens in them stories on the computer.  Right?"

What could Nick do?  He nodded fractionally. 

"Now," Juke went on, "play with your sissy nipples.  Feels good, don't it?  They all sensitive like a girl's.  Heh, heh.  And I can see your baby pecker is real hard.  Small but hard.  Move one hand down there and give it some stroking through them panties.  I know you don't want to take them off." 

Nick's shame kept mounting higher and higher.  His wife took Frank's rod out of her mouth.

She said, "I can tell you're really into this, husband dearest.  You are so not a real man.  Nothing but a fairy.  Now do like this." 

She angled Frank's shaft up and lapped its underside from root to frenum.  Then she nibbled the corona.  Her head dipped down so she could slurp his scrotum, making 'yummy' sounds as she did it.  Her spouse duplicated each of those actions, his face hot from blushing. 

"Please let me stop," Nick whimpered.  "I'm not like this.  Honest."

"Sure," Juke said.  "Except that baby carrot between you legs keeps on keeping on.  Now get back to swallowing the end of my business and use one hand to stroke the rest of it.  NOW."

Obediently, Nick reinserted the fat knob into his mouth and sucked.  He tried to get his fingers around the thick pole but they didn't quite reach.  It was so warm and hard.  He began to pump it in slow motion.  What would keep Juke happiest and prevent another smack to Nick's head?  The kneeling sissy got his thumb on the seam running along the bottom of the hefty organ and applied pressure but not too much.  He continued to run his closed hand up and down.  The dark-skinned man he was servicing rewarded him with a deep sigh.  In his peripheral vision Nick saw the other mover helping Paige to her feet and guiding her onto the bed, where she lay on her back and spread her legs.  Frank knelt between her thighs and aimed his mahogany manhood at her pink divide.  She wriggled her hips enthusiastically.  Poor Nick was stuck on his knees, lavishing attention on one oversized cock, while an even bigger one was about to enter his wife.  And the defeated spouse couldn't wish away his hard-on. 

"Ohhhh, yes," Paige moaned.  "Give it to me, lover.  I've had nothing but my loser husband's pathetic pickle for way too long.  I need the real thing.  I need it so bad.  I need... OMG!"

"You so wet, baby," Frank observed as he slid himself into her unhurriedly, not stopping until he was all the way in.  "How you like my pussy stretcher?"

"It's incredible," she said breathily.  "Like nothing I've ever felt before.  Nick's -- I mean Nika's -- puny pink finger-of-a-penis was like nothing.  I'll never let him put that sad excuse for a cock inside me again.  Ever."  Her words took on a rhythm that matched Frank's easygoing thrusts and withdrawals.  "Don't stop.  Keep giving it to me.  I'll do anything for you.  If you just... go on... jamming me... with that... monster... of yours." 

He chuckled and kept up his tempo for another few minutes.  Nick knew she would never again settle for his inferior endowment.  She would never forget the sight of him all dolled up.  She would never be able to stop seeing her husband meekly paying his oral respects to Juke's rigid rammer.  Nick tried to blink back tears but they started to run down his pink cheeks.  Juke noticed.

The standing Black man said, "Day-am.  My sissy suck-mouth here is so happy she's crying tears of joy.  I'm going to make her even happier pretty soon when I bust my nut.  Gone to feed her lots of nut butter."  He chortled.  "And cause she can't get me down her throat, all that cream is going to stay in her mouth.  Maybe be leaking out around them pretty colored-up lips.  Running down her smooth sissy chin.  It be soon now, specially cause her hand so soft on my stick.  Pump and suck, Princess.  And get ready to do some heavy swallowing."

He stopped talking then.  His breathing became more audible.  Juke put his hands on the sides of Nick's head and looked directly at him in the cuckold's impending moment of greatest disgrace.  With a grunt the big man let his load spurt.  It hit the roof of Nick's mouth and ran down, puddling under his revolted tongue.  It tasted like salt and rust.  The submissive sissy's eyes were held by Juke's piercing, lust-filled gaze.  Cream ran down the back of Nick's throat.  As predicted, some overflowed the corners of his mouth.  He gagged as he had to gulp more of it to prevent choking. 

"Keep going," Juke growled.  "You my 'hoe' now.  Milk out every drop.  Empty my balls all the way, white trash slut."

Nick had been possessed by what he was doing and the words said to him.  Now, as Juke relaxed his hold on the husband's head, the victim refocused on what was happening to his bride.  She had her pale legs around Frank's middle and he was picking up his pace, slamming her harder and harder as she jerked her hips to meet each powerful thrust.  Paige cried out and rolled her head.  Frank pressed his sweaty chest against her cushiony breasts as he changed over from long strokes to short jabs.  She screamed when he put her over the top.  He allowed himself to lose control and blast out his spunk.  The cheating wife's entire body spasmed from the intensity of the orgasm she was having.  It went on for more than a full minute before she let her legs fall back onto the bed and her head onto the pillow.  Frank slowed down in stages until he at last came to a halt, still atop her, and took a moment to kiss her flawless neck.

She sighed and told him, "That was unbelievable.  I hope my fruit of a husband saw every second of it."

Juke told her, "He was kind of busy gobbling my sausage, but I know he caught all the highlights.  Like we was saying before, it's one of them scenes a sissy like him gets off on, seeing his hot wife get taken by a Black man."

"Yes."  She took a steadying breath.  "A well hung dynamo like Frank."

The man who had just taken her caught her ear between his teeth to give it a playful nip.  She gasped and then giggled.  Frank did the same to her neck.  He withdrew and rolled onto his back alongside her.  One of his large hands went to the back of her neck to massage the muscles that had been tensed up but were now fully relaxed. 

"Hey, Nika," he called to her spouse.  "Get your squishy ass over here.  Open your mouth so my woman can see your tongue all coated with my man Juke's white sauce."

Nick got a sinking sensation in the pit of his stomach.  Even now, after he had been used so shamefully, his ordeal wasn't over.  They were going to continue their psychological attack on his ego.  Already the panty-wearing male was questioning his own sexuality.  He didn't need them to make him feel even less confident about his orientation.  But that's exactly what they were doing to him as he had to crawl to the side of the bed, get up, and rest his chin on the edge of the mattress.  When he opened his mouth his wife could see the mess that Juke had deposited, or at least what was left of it.  Nick realized there was cum on his lips and, wanting to get rid of it, licked them.

"Look at that," his wife observed.  "Like the cat who got the cream.  And enjoying it just as much as any pussy would.  Which is right, because my weakling of a husband really is a pussy.  A perverted cum lover."

"Well," Frank decided out loud, "since he likes it that much, why don't you feed him another helping."

"What do you..." she began and then realized what he was saying.  "You mean...?"

"That's right.  Let the hungry fag clean up all of what I left between your legs.  You'd be giving her a real treat."

"Yeah," Paige said, not trying to keep the nastiness out of her voice.  "Because I'm trying to help Nika there get all the way in touch with her sissy self, I'm going to do it.  Come on, girl.  Up onto the foot of the bed and put your face where it belongs.  You never wanted to go down on me.  Thought it was too unmanly.  Well, now that we can all see how much of a man you're not, it's the perfect thing for you to do.  Especially while you'll be licking up that flood of cream Frank left.  You can't resist that.  Can you?"

"I don't want to..." 

That was as far as he got before Frank snapped, "Yo.  Your wife already know how much you want it.  Don't be telling her she's wrong.  Just tell everybody how you can't wait for another big taste of fresh warm sauce.  Let's hear it."

By then Nick was fully in position, his nose inches from his bride's well used, swollen-lipped, oozing snatch.  His throat rebelled and he made sickened noises.  Juke came up behind him to lay a warning hand on his shoulder.  With that added incentive, the cuckold forced himself to say what they wanted to hear.   

"It's... I'm..."  He shuddered.  "It's true.  I'm a sissy.  I've wanted this from the beginning.  I wasn't honest with my wife about how... how kinky I am.  Now I'm finally going to fulfill my dream of eating a strong, well hung man's scuzz out of her body.  Her... pussy."

"How about that," Frank said with amusement.  "We going to see a pussy eat a pussy."

Paige laughed.  Then she had a sharp intake of breath as her spouse lapped between her nether lips from bottom to top, gathering a heavy dollop of overflow and making himself gag it down.  After that he went to work steadily, licking and swallowing.  She got into the spirit of it and made him gather up some cream that had run down between her buttocks.  As he got back to the main task, she got aroused all over again, though not as fully as when Frank had been screwing her.  The Black man leaned in to fondle her breasts and bite her neck again, but this time harder.  She moaned from the pleasurable pain he was inflicting and knew he would leave marks on her alabaster skin, signifying that she was now his. 

The stimulation kept mounting.  She touched Frank's broad muscular chest and squeezed his solid arms, even ran a fingertip over his thick mustache.  Soon she was in the throes of a nearing climax.  She grabbed Nick's wig and yanked, pulling it off.  Flinging it aside, she got a grip on his hair to drag his face more firmly against her mound.  He kept his tongue busy, gathering up still more spunk and glugging it down.  Abruptly she was orgasming, grinding her pubes into his captive face and smearing her plentiful juices all over his features.  When at last she was done she looked over at Frank.

"That was pretty damn great, too."

"Truth.  So we'll just have to see that Nika does it after every time I bang you.  Keep you all clean for me.  In fact, that can be her job all the time.  To give your puss a tongue bath in case I show up at the door of your new home, which I plan to do a lot."

"Yessss," she enthused, hissing the sibilant.  "Any time, Frank."

"And you got to be proper rested up, so Nika here can do all the housework.  Keep her in something sexy in case I want to take a sample of her, too."

"You might want to... do what Juke did to her?"

"Might just."

"That I'd like to see."

"Easy to do.  Hey Nika.  You only did half the clean-up job.  Still got my junk to use that tongue on.  Unless you want Juke to put you over his lap and swat your booty until you cry like a schoolgirl.  What's it going to be, punk?"

"I don't... I can't..."  He remembered how they had expected him to talk before.  Hating what he was about to say, he told Frank in a girly voice, "Oh, I would love to clean your wonderful cock with my mouth.  Thank you..."  What was it the sissies sometimes called imposing Black men in those stories on-line?  "... Daddy.  Thank you, Daddy.  Let me move over there and..."  He kissed the spot where Frank's enviable organ met his tight black pubic hair.  "... get a mouthful."

As he moved in closer and began to lick the sticky sexual fluids off that flaccid but still huge member, Nick saw the last of his maleness slipping away from him.  He recalled how his wife had lulled him with her false solicitude and got him to reveal more than he would have if he hadn't trusted her.  He licked Frank's heavy balls.  Laved his magnum manliness.  Paige drew up her legs and got onto her side.  She brought her face close to Nick's ear.

"Keep going, sissy," she whispered loudly enough for everyone to hear.  "You're noting but a cock whore.  A size queen.  Hooked on big servings of dark meat.  I wouldn't be surprised if you sucked so hard that your lips got stuck like that, in a big 'O', all puffed up too.  Can't you just see yourself going into some dive bar and soliciting Black men so you could give them blowjobs?  Maybe at the end of the bar where they'd start to call it Nika's Spot.  Or on your hands and knees under a table.  Although, as much of a tramp as you are, the best place for you would be the men's room.  Yeah.  Sitting in a urinal or crouching in the last stall, mouth always open for business.  Except they wouldn't be paying you.  More likely you'd be slipping them money."

Her words made Frank smile.  She was getting totally into this.  No way her wuss husband would ever gain back any of the ground he had lost today.  And the way she was dissing him, along with making up all those bad situations for him to imagine himself in, was getting the Black moving man worked up.  He loved the idea of crushing every bit of maleness out of the fool, completely taking his hot wife from him, and making it so she would torment Nick every moment the married pair was together, even when Frank was absent.  His potent prick began to rise.  To Nick's horror he found himself sucking on it.  And he had to pretend to like it, a fiction which they reinforced as fact.

"Look at him go," Juke said.  "Really polishing that knob."

"And now she's lapping balls again," Paige observed.  "The wimp sure likes to demean herself." 

"Some girls just ain't got no pride," Juke contributed.  "They get off on acting like corner trash." 

Why did they have to keep saying those things?  Nick was trying to gather his resolve to hold onto his identity.  But they were wearing him down already.  How long could he maintain the belief that he was straight and his dressing up was just a longstanding habit?

"Come on, Frank," Paige murmured.  "Poor little Nika is starving for more of that thick rich yogurt.  She needs the protein so her clit will grow."  She massaged his balls while Nick continued to suck the head and pump the shaft.  "Give him some dessert."

Nick winced.  He knew it was about to happen.  Frank snarled, his legs tensed, and he fired his load into the sissy cuckold's mouth.  It was like when Juke had done it but worse because this was the third helping.  The husband's stomach was churning.  He had trouble swallowing.  Yet in the end he not only consumed it all, but had the presence of mind to make a show of smacking his lips and acting like he was delighted. 

"Quick learner," Frank observed.  "Guess that's cause he wanted it so bad." 

Juke picked up a zippered cosmetics bag from the PRIVATE box and opened it.  "Looks like there's something else she wants real hard." 

He held up a foot long chocolate dildo with realistic testicles.  There was a groove in it near the bottom, so that it could do double duty as a butt plug. 

Frank declared, "That's exactly what our Nika girl needs to practice deep throat.  I know she won't be satisfied until she can take us dogs balls deep.  Ain't that right, pussy-mouth?"

"I... Yes, Daddy," he agreed wispily.   "I'll be good and practice a whole lot.  I can't wait to have your big manly balls on my chin."

"That's my bitch."

Nick couldn't stop worrying about what all this could do to his mind in another week.  Or two.  Even a month.

Four weeks later his worst fears had been realized.  Whenever he saw Frank or Juke his nerve endings tingled.  Every erogenous zone responded.  He wanted to touch his nipples and play with his puny dick.  The desire to dress up in lingerie had increased several hundred percent.  He wasn't contented unless he had on stockings, panties, and a bra stuffed so that his chest resembled his wife's.  He wore make-up but not a lot.  The trio running his life preferred him not to look completely female, but obviously like a sissy amateurishly playing pretend.  They had put away his wig and simply had him fix his hair with bands to form a tassel on top or miniature ponytails on the sides. 

At the moment he was dressed that way, hair gathered to either side of his head, with the addition of one of his old neckties, a pale yellow one on which his wife had written -- from top to bottom -- BJ SISSY.  His feet were in slippers decorated with sequins.  He scampered around, fetching beer for Juke, mixed drinks for Frank, and wine coolers for Paige.  Unknown to Nick, the others had decided it was time to take him to the next level of his new sissy life.  He was upset that his panties had a cut-out in the seat, but didn't believe it meant more than that they wanted to add to his normal degree of embarrassment.  So he was surprised when they were all sitting around in the living room while he waited on them, and Paige used the remote to turn off the TV.  Wasn't one of their reality shows on?  Or an update of sports news and scores?  He got his first inkling that something was afoot.

"Come on now," Juke said pleasantly.  "Strut your stuff, girl.  Let me see what you've got." 

Nick obediently circled the room, wagging his hips and sticking out his butt.  As he passed the easy chair occupied by Juke, the tall lean man reached out and grabbed him.  A second later he was on Juke's lap, with the man's long thick cock right under his vulnerable butt.  Nick squirmed and felt it growing hard beneath him.  He didn't want to provoke Juke and have to give him yet another of the BJs he so often demanded.  Yet Nick couldn't sit still.  Why was he being so flirty toward Juke?  How come he moaned happily as the mover caressed him all over?  And now what was making him slide down onto his knees and nuzzle Juke's crotch?  Had he become so hooked on serving the invaders of his home?  Was Nick the addicted sissy they insisted he was?  As Nick kissed the crotch of Juke's jeans and then freed the Black cock waiting there, he told himself that he would do this just one more time.  That he could quit any time he wanted to.  That thinking about submitting to their desires was just a phase he was going through.

After Nick had gotten that handsome organ loose and pumped up to its full glorious size, he got a surprise.  Juke stood, got his hands under Nick's arms, and raised him to his feet.  He walked him over to the ottoman in front of the sofa where Frank and Paige were seated.  Juke bent his captive over the low piece of furniture and diddled his bottom through that hole in the seat of the panties.  Nick shivered.  His wife tossed Juke a tube of something called Easy Entry.  Was that a lube?  It was, he found out as Juke got some on his finger and greased up his prey's virginal rosebud.  When Juke knelt down behind Nick and set the tip of his massive tool against that tightness, the sissy husband began to sob.

"Ain't no big thing, having your cherry popped," Juke said casually.  "Girl like you be better off after its done.  Don't have to worry no more about the first time.  More important, when she finds out how much she likes it, she be looking forward to more and more and more."

"B... but I didn't think you were going to... to..."

"Bust your button?  It's time, Nika.  Can't be no 100% sissy till some dude takes a ride down the fairy freeway.  Just hold your breath while I get the big old head of my business in there."

"NO.  Please.  Can't we talk about... OW!"

"Nothing to talk about.  I know you're down with this, even if you don't want to say so."

"It hurts.  You're too... OWTCH!... big.  I can't stand the... YEOW!... pain."

"Gone feel better once I'm all in and slipping and sliding.  Your butt hole already giving me some squeezes.  That means you loving what I'm shoving."

"I'm not.  It's too much.  Don't go any... OWOWOW!... deeper."

"Hold on there, Nika.  Let me get a few... more... inches... all the way in you.  All right.  Got my balls touching butt.  Now just let me ease  back..."

"OH.  OH."

"... and then glide on in again."

"OH.  OH."  He took a long shuddering breath.  "Ohhhhh."

"I can hear you want some more.  Just get on into it, bitch boy."  Juke started ramming him steadily.  "The more you get, the more you going to want."

"No.  I'm not into...  (huff) anything with... (puff) guys or being... (sigh) used this way." (moan, whimper, murmur with desire). 

"You saying one thing but telling me another."  Juke happily kept screwing the panting husband.  Then he leaned back and pulled Nick up so everyone could get a better look. 

From the sofa Frank noticed, "Nika's shrimp pecker still all stiff."

"Inside her panties," Paige pointed out with rancor.  To her spouse she said, "Nika, are you trying to make me jealous by so obviously loving what he's giving you?"  Her tone turned concerned.  "Or does my poor baby feel like she's being raped by that terrible Black stud with his monster cock?  Hmmm?"

Her insincere solicitude stung him.  He just wanted this to end.  And yet he too was aware of his unfailing erection, and how his whole being was in happy harmony with what was being done to him.  His mind said no but his body said yes, yes, yes.  He was pushed back down over the ottoman.  His ravishment went on and though he tried to resist how he was feeling, he couldn't. 

"Whoa."  Juke almost laughed.  "Now the slut be pushing back every time I cram it in.  Like she's a sex machine.  A real freak.  Girl can't help it."

The others could see that he was right.  Nick was out of control, turned on in spite of himself, grunting every time he jammed his hips toward the penetrating battering ram.  Nick threw back his head.  Juke cried out, swore, and let his load fly.  At the same time Nick abandoned all pretense of self restraint.  He gave a high pitched, wordless wail.

Then, "Don't stop!" Nick screamed.  "Make me... make me... cum!"

In the same instant he squirted into his panties, creating a dark wet spot that spread across the crotch.  As his penis wilted and Juke slowed to a few last strokes to milk himself empty, Nick's momentary ecstasy was replaced by emotional agony.  The Black man pulled him up for inspection again, making the evidence of his ejaculation plain.  Now he could never deny that he had wanted and been thrilled by his violation.  He let his head sag and sobbed loudly.

Frank told him, "Don't pretend like you didn't get off on that, Snowflake."

"Yeah," said Juke as his breathing slowed back toward normal.  "Don't insult me by telling some lie, Powder Puff."

"He's right," Paige joined in.  "After all, it was lying that got you into this.  Except now everybody can see that what you cost yourself is what you were hoping for all along.  Probably what you were thinking about on our wedding night.  And every time we had sex.  That would be one more reason you were such a letdown in bed.  I mean, along with your dinky dick and how you always came too fast.  Those problems are all solved, now that I know you're a sissy who likes it in the mouth and ass.  What a relief for me.  I'll never have to put up with that useless dingus of yours, ever again.  All it'll be good for now is a few laughs, when I make you tug it and embarrass yourself."

Nick sniffled.   His lips quivered.  "Honey," he pleaded tearfully.  "You can't do this to me.  W... we... we're married."

"From here on in I'm married to this," she said, taking hold of Frank's magnum cock.

"And you, Nika," Juke declared as he pulled out and gave Nick's rump a hard slap, "can be the bride of my super cock.  I'll be around all the time to put it down your throat and in your back door.  You going to be one mighty pleased sissy boy."

"NO!" Nick said, his voice choked with shame.  "I don't want... I mean I don't think I want... I'm not... no really..."

Juke assured him, "We all know what you really are, Nika."

"Fact," Frank amplified. 

"And I for one," Paige finished, her voice dripping with venom, "am going to never get tired of seeing it demonstrated again and again that my husband is a panty wearing, cock loving, squealing little swish." 

All Nick could think was that she if wasn't correct now, she probably would be soon.