Moonlighting Sissy! By Satinslip (97 Pages) (Patreon)

Moonlighting Sissy!

By Satinslip

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.

MOONLIGHTING SISSY

By Satinslip

***

WEEK ONE

Alex Wimplton used to think that being a man meant never letting other people tell you what to do. 

Then he grew up and got married. Then his life became ‘yes dear.’

“It’s your job to take out the trash.”

“Yes, dear.”

“Do you want me to get wrinkled fingers? You should be the one to do the dishes.”

“Yes, dear.”

“Do you really think I should fold all this laundry?” She would ask. 

“Yes, of course. You just lounge around the house all day!” ...is what he wanted to say. 

“Yes dear.” Is what he would tell her. Leaning down to pick up the basket. 

He drove their old rusted car, while she got the new sedan. He did yard work all weekend, while she went shopping. He was never allowed to go out with the few friends he had, while she went out with her girls all the time. 

Now it was, “We need a bigger house. I found this great place on the lake.”

“It’s...it’s lovely, Nat. We haven’t finished paying off this place yet, though.” He explains patiently. 

Alex has a great job at McMasters and Sons. He is a top accountant. A home on lake Ranger, though would be a bit out of their price range. 

“We could possibly do it with a second income, I suppose.” He suggested. Hoping she would take the hint. 

Natasha didn’t do any work. Not around the house. Not out of the house. Even their meals she had delivered. Alex was always hopeful that something other than spending money would spark her interest. 

The statuesque wife looks lost in thought. “A second income...” She murmurs. 

The small man has always felt lucky to be married to her. They met in collage and she seemed to take a liking to him. Then, anyway. Now she always seemed to treat him with contempt. 

Natasha is an amazing example of feminine beauty. She looks Eastern European. With tanned skin and a strong jaw. Her high cheekbones give her beautiful face a stern look. Her sparkling green eyes seem to bore into a person’s soul. 

She has long black hair. It shimmers straight down to her lower back. 

She is thin with big breasts and a cute round bottom. Her tits look squeezed in an E-cup bra. Nearly spilling out of the skin tight dresses she usually wore. 

He, on the other hand was a poor example of a man. Short and slight. With short blonde hair and a soft, effeminate face. He had a hard time standing up for himself. Shy and meek, people tended to walk all over him. Especially his wife. 

“A second income.” She says to herself with confidence as she walks out of the room. 

***

“Do I really need to fill all this out?” Natasha asks, perturbed. She leans against the cheap grey desk in the small office. Carelessly filling out an application from a folding chair. 

It’s Friday afternoon. Three days after she told Alex they were buying a new house. He had been excited when she told him she was going to apply for a job at the mall. 

“It’s for our records.” The attractive black woman answers from her big chair. She smiles at the beautiful, white, wife. Anita is a bit husky, but curvy. With a big round ass and huge tits. A couple sizes bigger even than Natasha’s own impressive orbs. She keeps licking her purple lipsticked lips when the white girl isn’t looking. 

“If you want your husband to work here, we will need a record on file.” Anita explains. 

Natasha just harrumphs in irritation. 

The black supervisor stands and moves behind the skinnier woman. “Are you sure you don’t want a job too?” She asks. Placing a hand on Natasha’s right shoulder. “I’m sure you would find the work very...satisfying,” 

Natasha gasps and shivers as the other woman pushes the strap of her dress off her shoulder. Falling far enough to reveal an inch or so of her red lace bra underneath. 

“I...I...I...is this good enough?” The white woman asks desperately. She likes to dress sexy. She loves the effects her body can have on men. But she really is a cold fish. Uninterested in sex. Definitely not attracted to women. 

“Oh, I think things look very good.” Anita assures her. Running a fingertip along the white girl’s earlobe. 

Natasha hops out of her seat in fright. Only to find herself in the arms of the curvy woman. Anita’s right hand reaches around and boldly grabs the frightened woman’s smaller ass with one hand. Giving a good squeeze. 

Her other hand yanks down Natasha’s right bra cup. Freeing one big, juicy orb. ”Thank me for the opportunity, slut.” The black woman orders. 

Natasha gasps at the insult, then again as the black woman grabs her bared tit and leans in to suck on her nipple. Her white breast, pale where her tan lines stop, a beautiful contrast to the supervisor’s black skin. 

“Uunh! Thank you?” The white girl docily answers. She doesn’t understand why she doesn’t get angry. Or at least flee. 

Something flutters excitedly in her belly. A feeling she hasn’t had since she was a teenager. 

Lust...All but forgotten in her years married to Alex. 

Anita pulls away from the creamy white tit with a quiet ‘pop!’ She yanks the stunned woman’s other breast free. Giving her hard nipple a little pinch. 

Natasha whimpers and closes her eyes. Looking worried. The black woman turns her around and bends her over the desk. 

Anita grins hungrily as she slowly pulls the white girl’s dress up. Revealing inch after inch of tanned thigh. 

Natasha moans when the dress slide past where her ass starts to curve out from her thighs. past her tan lines. The black woman grins at the red lace that only covers half of those white globes. 

Anita pushes an index finger between the white girl’s thighs, which clench instinctively. She happily rubs the docile wife through her lace panties. Feeling the woman’s wetness. 

“Oh! Oh! I!...” Natasha says loudly as she shivers. A small orgasm rocks through her body. She throws her head back, her long hair flying wildly. 

Anita leans in and bites the bare flesh of the white girl’s derrière, as she slowly calms down. When she starts to stand though, Natasha turns and flees towards the door. 

“I...I, have to go!” She calls back desperately. Shoving her bouncing tits back into her dress. Still shivering from aftershocks of her unwanted orgasm. 

“Eleven on Sunday!” Anita calls happily after the fleeing white girl. 

As the door closes, the black woman raises her glistening finger to her lips. She relishes the taste of Natasha’s pussyjuice as she licks it off. 

***

“What do you mean you got me a job!” Alex’s voice fills their bedroom. He is nearly shouting. His voice shrill. More angry than he has been in years. 

“Don’t yell at me!” Nat growls. Alex immediately quiets down. 

She looks stunning in a short silk nighty. Shimmery blue, with lace around her big breasts. Her dark areola just visible through the sheer material. 

He just wears plain grey boxers. 

She often dresses sexy for bed. Even though Alex was lucky if he got to have sex twice a month. Usually on the days he got paid. Natasha always seemed to be in a good mood on those days. 

She dressed that way as a means to control him. 

“I want this house.” She says sternly. She steps close to him. Using her height advantage as intimidation. She is nearly a foot taller at five eleven. He barely breaks five feet. “I need this house. Something to make me happy.”

She reaches down and pulls the waistband of his boxers out. They both look inside. “Does this make me happy?” She asks, reaching in. 

Alex winces as she gently pinches his small penis. Not even two inches, soft. It barely reaches over three when it gets hard. 

“No, Nat.” He answers. A lone tear forming in his eye at the truth of it. 

“Could it make anyone happy?” She demands. Pinching harder. Harder than she usually does. 

“N...no, Nat.” Alex admits, wincing. 

“A lake house would.” She tells him. “And what will you do to get it for me.”

“Work night shift at the mall?” He asks/answers. 

“That’s right.” She lets go of his boxers with a ‘snap!’ Then she climbs into bed. Turning her back to him as he slips under the covers. 

Alex turns off the light with a sigh. 

***

Sunday evening. Alex pulls up to the mall half an hour before eleven. He is greeted at the door by a smiling, white security guard that looks like he should have been a plumber. 

“Jake Ralson. Great to meet you Alex.” He says as he shakes the smaller man’s hand. “Let me show you around.”

Alex barely has time to catch his breath as the chubby man shows him the employee rooms a locker room, break room, shower, monitor room, and a pair of offices. 

Alex quickly changes into a security uniform. Navy blue pants, with a grey T-shirt. A patch shaped like a bags over the right breast. Then Jake shows him around the mall and describes his duties. Bringing him back to the security rooms at five till eleven. 

“Any questions?” The portly man asks. 

“No...I...can’t think of any. I guess I’ll learn as I go?” Alex chuckles. The bigger man grins. 

“That’s right, Alex.” Jake agrees. 

Alex likes the other man. For a moment he actually finds himself looking forward to the new job. Jake is funny and friendly. He seems smart and not stuck up. 

Then a dark flash crosses the bigger man’s face. “You’re going to learn some lessons. That’s for sure.” 

Alex notices the other man isn’t looking at him now. Jake’s gaze is down the hall. “Evening, guys.” 

“Hey, ho, Jakie boy!” A deep voice calls from behind Alex. 

The small man turns to see two young black men coming up the hall. One tall and thin. The other fat and round. They almost look like the number ten, standing together. “This our new meat?” The tall one asks with a grin. 

“That’s right, guys.” Alex can sense Jake taking a step away. 

“Isn’t he precious.” The fat black man grins. “Cuter than the last guy.”

“This is Alex.” Jake announces. Not getting any closer. “Alex, this is Marcel.” The tall man holds out his hand. Slightly crushing Alex’s when they shake. 

“And this is Kareem.” Alex flinches when the fat man feigns a punch. Then he slaps the small man’s tummy. 

“Well...Good luck.” Jake quickly grabs a lunch pail from a locker and makes for the door. 

“You...you aren’t staying?” The disappointment is palpable in Alex’s voice. 

“Oh, no. I’m afternoons only.” Jake turns around. “You three are it for nights.” The chubby white man shudders as he looks at Alex. The two big black men flanking the white boy. 

Then he is through the door. Almost as if fleeing the mall. 

“Don’t worry, Alex.” Marcel puts his arm across the little man’s shoulders. “We got your ass.”

Soon Marcel leads Alex around the mall. “Yeah, policy says a tour every hour. That’s usually me.” The tall black man explains. “Kareem prefers to watch the monitors on his fat ass all night. Ain’t that right, fatty?” He seems to say the last bit up into the air. 

“Fuck you, bean stalk.” A reply comes over the intercom. Cutting in on the subdued mood music. 

“He has eyes to just about anywhere.” The tall man continues. “We get to open doors and check for loose change.” 

Marcel strolls into one of the food court stalls. He steps behind the counter and opens the register with a key. 

“Is...isn’t that stealing?” Alex suggests. 

“Naw.” The big man waves his concern away. “Store policy. Can’t leave money over night. Might attract thieves.” 

“What happened to the last guy?” Alex asks a little later. The pair walk through a men’s clothing store. Trendy fashions hang on racks. 

“Patric?” The tall man asks with an odd grin. “He had a breakdown. Had to go to an institution.” Marcel rubs his bulgy crotch. He looks lost in thought. A pleasant one by the looks of it. 

“Oh! That’s...that’s terrible.” Alex says. 

“Oh, naw.” The black man answers. Stepping back out of the store and heading across the hall. “He’s happier now. I’ve even stopped in to see him a couple times.”

“Oh, that’s sweet of you.” Alex says. A little surprised. 

“Yeah, it was sweet.” Marcel answers. His crotch throbbing slightly. As is something big was waking from its slumber in his pants. “Mmm, real sweet.”

They step into the next shop. A lingerie boutique. “Is it nice there. A nice place?” Alex asks, a little disturbed. Nervous for no obvious reason. 

“Oh. It’s great.” Marcel answers. Reaching up to grope a busty mannequin dressed in a pink silk nighty. “My cousin works there. Nadier. Takes good care of him.” The big man grins through a thoughtful pause. “Makes sure he gets everything he needs.”

Something about the big man’s words set Alex on edge. He actually kind of wanted to run away. 

“Here. Grab this titty.” Marcel motions to the mannequin. 

“No. I don’t think so.” Alex took a step away. 

“I said do it, twerp!” The big man grabs his wrist. A look of anger flashing on his face. 

Timidly, Alex reaches up and rubs. “Feels good, don’t it? Grab ‘em both” The black man orders. Friendly again. “Maybe hard. But it’s big. Bigger than any you’ve ever touched. I bet.” 

The hard breast wasn’t bigger than his own wife’s. Something told Alex he maybe shouldn’t mention that, though. 

“You like em big?” Marcel asks. He reaches around the small man and rubs at the white boy’s crotch. “Don’t stop rubbin.” He warns, when Alex starts to move his hands. 

”St...stop it.” Alex squeaks. 

He shivers as Marcel unzips the small man’s slacks. “What did you say, pussy?” The big man growls as his hand slips into Alex’s pants. 

“Nothing.” The small man whispers. A strong hand rubs his crotch through his boxers. 

“What’s the matter? You don’t like titties?” The black man taunts as his fingers grope. Finding Alex’s little nub and pinching through his underwear. 

There are tears in Alex’s eyes as he is molested. “I guess you are a pussy.” Marcel snaps as he pulls his hand out and slaps the back of Alex’s head. 

The rest of the night passes in a daze for the small man. His two big co-workers keep calling him pussy or bitch, whenever they talk to him. 

In the morning Alex sits in his supervisor’s office. 

“You must be the new boy.” Anita smirks as she sits at her desk. 

“Uh, Alex. Yeah.” The small man tries not to sniffle at the thought of his horrible night. “I was hoping to transfer or something. 

“Transfer?” The big black woman raises an eyebrow. 

“Y...yeah. Those guys are...Well, kind of mean.” He answers. 

“Mean?” She stands and moves around to where he sits on a folding chair. “Marcel and Kareem? They are employees of the month.”

Alex gasps when she suddenly slaps his cheek. Nearly knocking him out of his chair. “Boy! You better be careful who you slander around here.”

She grabs his shoulder and lifts him from his chair. “Stand up!” Before he can move, she yanks down his trousers. Boxers and all. 

“Just what I thought.” She declares, pointing at his tiny penis. “You’re insecure because you ain’t got no cock.” 

“That’s sad. Taking your impotent frustrations out on your co-workers. Just because you can’t please a woman.” She lifts his head gently by his chin. Tears streaming down his face. “Ain’t that right?”

Alex nods. Anita flicks his tiny bud with a hard fingernail a couple times. Making him whimper. 

She chuckles and picks up her cellphone. “Just in case I need to remind you not to make waves.” She tells him as she snaps a few picks.

A couple up close. Then she steps back to get his whole body. Small penis and tears running down his cheeks. 

“Now, get out of my office.” He scrambled to pull his pants up. “Pussy!” She calls after him as he escapes out the door. 

Alex feels sick to his stomach as he drives home. He has always had issues with insecurities. Last night cut him to his core. 

When he rushes upstairs to change for his normal job, he stops for a long pause at his bed. 

Natasha lays sleeping. The covers have fallen off her beautiful body. She lays with a red silk nighty bunched up. Just under her large breasts. The rest of her tanned body nude except for a blue thong. Showing off her amazing ass as she sleeps on her side. 

A real man does whatever he has to. To make his woman happy. He thinks. Even if it’s unpleasant. 

Feeling a bit better, he heads in to the office. 

***

Monday night, Alex finishes buttoning up his uniform with dread. All too soon Marcel and Kareem come in. Laughing and joking. 

“Alright, squirt. Let’s go patrol.” The taller man orders. 

Better than being called pussy. Alex supposes. 

Marcel is mostly nice for the first couple hours. Then they check in at the lingerie shop. 

“You should kiss her. Tell her your sorry for not getting hard, yesterday.” Marcel orders. Pointing at the busty mannequin. 

Alex wants to say no. To put a stop to the tall man’s bullying and odd behavior. When he sees the hard look in the other man’s eyes he deflates. 

Alex steps up to the fake woman and kisses her hard lips. Standing on tip-toes. 

“Say you’re sorry.” 

“I...I’m sorry. For...uh, not getting hard.” Alex says to the dummy. 

“You should be nicer to her, pussy. She’s the best you will ever have.” 

Marcel is still chuckling as he pulls the white boy into a home store. “Strip! Then sit.” He orders. Pulling out a hard wood chair from a table set. Then striding off. 

Alex gets naked. Then sits. Marcel comes back with some lengths of packing rope. He chuckles as he ties Alex down. 

Alex squirms in the hard, wood chair. His wrists and ankles tied to it with rope. “Please.” He begs the tall black man. 

Marcel grins cruelly. “Snitches need to learn their place.” He tells the small man conversationally. 

The black man leans down and pins the tip of Alex’s small penis to the wood chair. Crushing it under his thumb. The bound man squeals with pain. 

“Now I’m gonna teach you a lesson.” Marcel let’s up and grabs a large candle from a table nearby. 

Alex’s eyes go wide as the black man tips the candle over the white boy’s chest. The small man hisses as molten wax lands first on one nipple. Then the other. 

Marcel grins at the wimp’s discomfort and pain. Slowly he drips enough wax to cover up each of Alex’s nipples and areola. The he steps back. 

“See? That part ain’t so bad.” He black man takes a few steps away. Then grabs a handful of rubber bands. “Now to take it off.” 

Alex lets out a worried moan in anticipation. 

SNAP! 

The first band bounces painfully off the white boy’s chest. Just an inch away from the wax covering his right nipple. Alex gasps from the stinging pain. 

SNAP! SNAP! SNAP!

Again and again, Marcel shoots rubber bands at the sissy’s chest. Nearly half hit their mark. Slowly stripping the wax from Alex’s nipples. 

The rest leaving red welts on the boy’s pale skin. 

Alex screams at one point when a band flys wide and snaps him across his lips. 

When the wax is gone, Marcel steps close with an evil grin. “Round two.”

He begins to drip more wax on the bound white boy. Tears beginning to drizzle down Alex’s cheeks. 

Kareem grins from his control room. Watching everything on his monitors. He rubs his crotch as the white boy is abused for the next half hour. His pale chest slowly turning into a roadmap of criss-crossed welts. 

Later after work, the black man’s words still ring in his ears as Alex stands in his bedroom. Watching his beautiful wife sleep. 

***

Tuesday, Marcel seems angry. 

Alex wishes he could be anywhere else. He even speaks up during their first patrol of the store. 

“M...maybe I could train on the monitors tonight?” Alex asks. Flinching as if he expects to be slapped. 

Marcel’s face contorts in anger for a moment. He quickly calms though as he gets a cruel idea. “Yeah, that sounds good. You can have a date with Kareem.”

“Well no. Not a...” Alex starts, but Marcel grabs his arm tight and drags him down the concourse of the mall. To the lingerie shop. 

“You need to look pretty for your date.” The tall black man smirks. “Strip.”

“What? No!” Alex gasps. 

SLAP!

The small white man reels back. His cheek stinging. Marcel holds his hand up in warning. “I won’t tell you again, pussy.” 

Alex blinks back tears as he pulls his uniform off. Right there in the middle of the store. When his boxers hit the floor, Marcel shakes his head. 

“Tsk, tsk. Pathetic.” He gestures at the white boy’s crotch. 

Marcel pulls some lingerie off the racks. He holds them up to the small man to check size. Alex shivers as silks and satins brush against his mostly hairless chest. 

“Here. Put it on, fuck cream.” The big man’s voice allows for no resistance. 

Alex’s heart sinks as he’s handed a pair of pink, silk panties. A little blue bow sits on the front of the waistband. The back has a sheer, blue, lace, cutout. 

He shivers as he pulls them on. They settle cool and smooth around his groin and ass. Feeling strangely pleasant. 

Then he pulls on the matching pink nighty. A little loose on his thin frame. It has blue bows at the hips and on the shoulder straps. 

Alex feels emasculated as Marcel marches him to the control room. “Got you a little date tonight.” He tells his fat partner. 

Kareem’s face lights up. “A bit of fuck cream, for me?” He claps his pudgy hands. “Come sit on daddy’s lap, Alexa.”

“That not my name.” Alex tries to protest. 

Marcel spins him and slaps him again. “You think you should have a man’s name? Wearing that?” 

Alex sniffles and looks at his feet. The big man is right, he knows. No man would wear women’s negligee. 

Cowed, he hops on the fat man’s big lap. Barely able to fit against Kareem’s big stomach. 

The fat man puts an arm around the little white man and spins them back towards the screens, as Marcel leaves. 

“These buttons turn on the different cameras.” The fat man begins to explain. 

Alex feels strangely vulnerable in the man’s embrace. Helpless and feminine. He shivers with strange and unwanted feelings. 

When he isn’t pressing buttons and controlling the cameras, Kareem uses his free hand to caress Alex’s silk clad body. 

“Girl, you really need to shave.” He says at one point. Rubbing the white boy’s thigh. 

When his hand drifts to the little man’s crotch, Alex stiffens. “St...stop. Please!” He begs. 

“Oh, Alexa. You got to let daddy roam where he wants.” The fat man chides. “Or daddy’s going to get angry.”

Kareem shoves his hand into the silk panties. His thick fingers quickly find the tiny white penis.

He pinches the tip. Making Alex hiss in pain. Then he starts to tug. Going back to explaining which cameras record where as he forcefully jerks the small man. 

Alex whimpers as he starts to feel himself getting hard at the rough treatment. “See, sissy. All white boys want a big black daddy to make them feel good.” Kareem growls in his ear. 

It...it’s not true. Alex thinks desperately. He doesn’t actually like this. 

“Bet you’ve been dreamin’ about daddy’s big black dick since we met. Haven’t you, fuck cream?” The fat man chuckles. 

“No.” Alex shakes his head. He tries to sound forceful, but it just comes out as a squeak. 

“I said admit it.” Marcus raises his voice. He pinches the tiny prick between his fingers. 

“Aah! Yes!” Alex cries desperately. “I’ve...I’ve been dreaming about your cock. Your big black cock.” 

Ha! Ha! Ha!” They laugh at him. Alex realizes that at some point Marcel had come in the room. Kareem shoves the small man to the floor. 

Alex sees that Marcel had been recording him. Recording what he said. He bolts out of the room in shame. 

“Better hit the showers,” The tall man calls after him. “Take care of that pussy hardon!” The men keep laughing after him. 

Alex sits in his supervisor’s office again. “They were mean to you again?” She asks. 

Alex nods and casts his eyes down. Ashamed and feeling worthless. 

“They say you sexually harassed them.” Anita informs the small man. 

Alex looks up. Shocked. Then he hears. “I’ve been dreaming about your cock. Your big black cock.” Coming from her computer. His voice, sounding excited. 

“Strip!” Anita orders in a stern voice as she stands. 

Still feeling helpless, Alex stands and takes his clothes off. When he covers his groin with his hands, she slaps them out of the way. 

“Look, pussy.” She starts. “You ain’t nothing here. You ain’t got no dick.” She slaps his tiny pud. “You are basically worthless.”

She pushes him back down on the folding chair. Cold and hard under his bare ass. She pushes his thighs apart with her red stiletto boots. 

“This ain’t going to please anyone.” She rubs his tiny bump with the tip of her boot. “So you better find a way that will.” 

She presses down on his balls. He squeals and tries to grab her foot. She easily grabs his wrists and holds him helpless. 

“Are you going to be a good boy from now on?” She pushes down again. Alex squeals. “Or does everyone get to know how much you like black dick?”

“I’ll be good! I’ll be good!” He gasps. 

She pushes down, hard one last time. Crushing his balls. Alex nearly passes out from the pain as she chuckles. Then the big black woman finally lets him up. 

Naked, in his bedroom. Alex’s little scrotum still throbs with pain. He strips then glances at beautiful Natasha. 

He needs that comfort. That reminder that no matter the silliness at work, he is still s man. With a beautiful wife. 

He lays next to her. Spooning her. She feels amazing against his naked body. 

Then she sputters awake. “Alex?” She rolls over. He smiles lovingly at her. “The fuck are you doing? Get to work.” 

He thuds on his ass as she shoves him out of bed. Then she pulls her sheets back up and rolls over. 

With a sigh, he dresses for his day job at McMasters and Sons. 

*** 

Wednesday evening, Alex takes a deep breath before he gets out of his car. He passes by Jake as he walks in. 

The chubby man hunches and looks away as he rushes past on his way out. Almost as if Alex is diseased or something. Tainted. Marked. 

At home Natasha putters around the house. She feels strange. A mix of anticipation and need. She has loosely been feeling this way since she put in the application at the mall. Since she...

Nat shakes her head. Banishing the disgusting thought. Alex brushing up against her this morning seems to have pushed that feeling into high gear. 

What did he think he was doing, anyway? She thinks as she searches her home ‘office.’ 

Natasha didn’t own any mastubatory aids. She had never been interested. 

But a friend had given her a vibrator as a gag gift a couple years back. She is sure she placed it in the closet. Intending to re-gift it at some point. 

“Ah, ha!” She pulls out the purple box. 

The plastic device is plain. A sort of tan color and six inches long. When she places batteries inside it makes an, almost sad vibration on her open palm. 

“People like this?” She asks her empty office. Then, with a shrug she heads to her bedroom. 

She strips nude and pulls her laptop onto the bed. Natasha types ‘PORN’ into her computer and lets the first video play. 

A man fucks a busty blonde from behind. “Fake tits.” She mutters. Then she presses the vibrating plastic against her soft pussy and nearly screams. 

It feels amazing against her twat. The hardness and the vibration send waves of pleasure through her body. 

Nat rubs it against her pussy. Quickly getting wet. The video all but forgotten in her lust. Then she pushes the tip inside. Thinking for a moment about her husband. About the rare times they have sex. 

Then, he too is quickly forgotten. She pushes inch after inch of the vibrator inside her wet cunt. It touches her in places her husband could never even dream of. 

She gasps loudly as she has her first, satisfying orgasm in years. 

Miles away, at the mall, Alex reels as Marcel slaps him across the cheek. Not hard, just putting the little shit in his place. 

“I told you to show her a good time.” The big black man growls. 

They stand in the lingerie shop again. Before the busty mannequin, now dressed in a light green, bra and panty set.

Alex raises his hand to his cheek and tries not to cry. 

Cowed into submission, the small man unbuckles his dark blue slacks. Letting them fall to his ankles. Then he gently embraces the fake woman. 

Alex rubs against the mannequin with his crotch. Dryhumping her through his grey boxers, as Marcel chuckles. 

“Lets see if that’s doin’ anything for her.” The big man suggests. Stepping up behind the white boy. 

Alex gasps and his body goes rigid as the black man’s hands slide around and into his boxers. Big black fingers find his little nub. Still soft, but starting to twitch excitedly at the touch. 

The small white man feels humiliated and confused as his little nub grows hard at the black man’s touch. “You got a little something there. That’s not enough to please a real woman like her, though.” The black man taunts. 

Alex isn’t gay. He doesn’t understand why his body is responding like this. He shivers as the other man rubs his small penis. Ashamed at how excited his body gets. 

“This ain’t gonna please anyone. Is it?” Marcel asks. 

“No.” Alex whispers. Shaking his head slightly. 

“What, bitch!” The black man pinches the tip of the white boy’s tiny shame. 

“Unh! My penis can’t please anyone!” Alex gasps. “Will never please a woman!”

Marcel laughs and shoves the humiliated man to the floor. Alex looks up with a mixture of dread and a strange excitement. 

“Then I guess you better try something else. Give her pussy a good licking.” The tall man orders. 

From the floor, Alex grabs the mannequin and pulls her panties down. Revealing a hard smooth groin. 

He has never licked a woman’s pussy before, but wasn’t about to refuse the black man’s order. He takes a long lick of the mannequin’s ‘pussy’ dry and tasting of plastic. Then he licks again, and again. Marcel laughing behind him. 

After lunch, Marcel and Alex walk their rounds. The small man is quiet next to his bully. As he always is now. Simply waiting for his next humiliation. 

His body tenses when the tall black man stops and puts his arm around his shoulders. “Ain’t that sweet.” He announces. 

They are looking at a fancy window display for a woman’s clothing boutique. Three female mannequins frolicking in swimsuits around a kiddy pool. 

“I think you will look good in there.” The big man drags Alex into the store. “Get naked, pussy.” 

Marcel searches through racks of swimsuits as the white boy takes off his clothes. 

He stands before the security guard. Naked and covering his groin as he waits. Feeling helpless and emasculated. Surely, if he were a real man he could put a stop to this humiliation. 

Marcus casually holds a frilly, pink one-piece up to the submissive white boy. “Yeah. This will do.” He announces. Shoving the woman’s swimsuit at the small man. 

Alex’s skinny body trembles as he pulls the humiliating clothes on. Its so different against his skin than a man’s suit. Leaving him feeling shamed and vulnerable. 

Marcel points at his crotch. “You even look like a bitch.” He chuckles. 

It was true, Alex realizes. Looking down his crotch is almost as smooth as a woman’s would be. 

Marcel poses the wimp around the pool. Next to the female mannequins. Then steps out of the store and takes a few photos. 

Back in the control room, Kareem laughs at the screen. The monitor gets a good view of Alex’s humiliation. 

“You’re going to stay there till quittin’ time.” Marcel announces. Giving the sad white boy a jaunty wave as he strolls off to complete his rounds. 

***

I have to make them stop. Alex thinks, as he sits in his small office at his ‘real job’ the next day. He can’t take much more humiliation at the mall. 

Something would break. 

Alex nods to himself, not really seeing his monitor. He is an adult. He deserves respect. Those guys shouldn’t treat him like this, and can’t treat him like this!

That evening, he marches into the control room where both black men are hanging out. Kareem in his chair, his tall friend leaning against the desk. Laughing at something on Marcel’s phone. 

“Look...” Alex starts as they turn toward him with shit eating grins. “You can’t keep treating me like this.”

Marcel shoves his phone in the white man’s hand. 

“I’m an adult. These shenanigans have...have...” Alex looks down in horror. Marcel has combined some of the lewd videos and pics he took of the white boy. Setting it all to porn music. Showcasing him licking the mannequin. 

“...have...I...you can’t.” Alex finishes lamely. 

“Kareem’s bitch was out of town today. He needs to get his rocks off.” Marcel announces with an evil grin. “Get down there and give him a friendly tug.”

It had all made sense in the rational light of day. Alex is an adult. They are adults. Only now, Marcel is pushing him to his knees. Kareem is unzipping his slacks. 

Black fingers, like sausages push down a pair of green boxers. The man’s hard, black cock springs out. Almost like a snake trying to strike the submissive white boy. 

Alex gasps as Kareem’s dick is suddenly in front of him. He has never been so close to another man’s penis. Had never even imagined he would have to be. 

It is big, eight maybe nine inches long, and surprisingly thick. Fat, like Kareem himself. The shaft is actually thicker than his purple tip. With two big veins up the side. Like lightning bolts. 

Alex knew he was small, but seeing a real man’s dick up close, pre-cum glistening on the tip, made him feel ashamed. He could feel his own pathetic penis trying to shrink up inside him like a turtle in its shell. Humiliated at the stark truth throbbing in front of him. 

“Make him feel good, bitch.” 

Alex looks up in a daze. Marcel looms above him. His own giant cock out. Slowly stroking it as it gets hard. 

The tall man’s dick is enormous. Definitely twelve inches. Not as far as Kareem’s, but still much thicker than Alex’s pathetic excuse. 

He couldn’t help but watch for a moment. Marcel is uncut. With every stroke a little good nearly covered the lighter colored tip. 

Everything feels like a dream. 

Or a nightmare. 

Tentatively, Alex reaches out and wraps his fingers around Kareem’s giant black dick. So warm in his hand. 

“That’s a good girl.” The fat, black man assures him. 

Alex’s throat feels so dry. He swallows hard as he starts to pump. Slowly stroking another man’s dick. 

The white boy doesn’t feel like an adult. He doesn’t even feel like a man. He feels like a bitch. 

A little pussy. So pathetic that he is willingly jacking another man off. 

He gasps when the cock in his hand finally starts to throb. Shooting its pale jizz at him, as Kareem groans. 

Alex has to close his eyes as the hot slime splashes against his face. Stream after stream dripping down. 

When it’s finished he opens his eyes. Only to feel more splashing, as Marcel shoots his own load onto Alex’s hair and the side of his head. 

“Better hit the showers real quick.” Marcel laughs at the dripping sissy. 

When Alex gets home, early the next morning, he feels defeated. He had stroked another man’s dick. Felt the hot cum on his face. 

He just wanted to crawl into bed and sleep for a week. Maybe snuggle his beautiful wife. 

Alas, he cannot. He still has to drag himself in to his office job. 

He shivers at the thought of the last thing Kareem had said to him when their shift ended. “You’d better shave all your body hair off, fuck cream.” 

The fat black man had slapped his cheek as he lady the mall. Not hard. Just putting the smaller man in his place. 

***

As Natasha putters around the house Friday afternoon, her phone buzzes. A massage from Alex’s new boss, Anita. 

What has that little shit done now? She thinks, frowning. Then her face lights up with a cruel grin when she sees what has been sent. 

The video of her sissy husband that Marcel made. The humiliating, emasculating video. With an added twist. Film of Alex jacking off big black dicks added to the end. 

Natasha waits for her husband to come home. It is pay day and money has already been deposited in the bank. Making her mood already more pleasant. 

She strips in their bedroom and pulled out some lingerie. Dressing for when Alex gets home. A big surprise. 

She wears a sheer white nighty. With whips of lace obscuring her breasts. Below she has on lace shorts. Loose and billowy. 

To accent everything, she wears a white bow in her black hair and a matching garter on her left thigh. 

Alex gets home. Exhausted and defeated. A wreck of a man. 

Until, that is, he sees his beautiful wife. Beckoning from the bottom of the stairs. She turns and heads up to their bedroom. 

Suddenly energized, Alex quickly follows. Shedding clothes as he hops up the stairs. She so rarely initiates sex. Even more rare for her to be in lingerie for their lovemaking. 

Alex hops on top of her as she lays back on the bed. Kissing her neck and groping her through the white negligee. Feeling like a man once again. 

“Oh, Alex!” Natasha gasps sweetly, as he tugs her shorts down. Visions of his humiliating video running through her head. Especially of him stroking black cock. 

She spreads her tanned thighs for her husband. He eagerly pushes his tiny prick into her wet pussy. 

For just a brief moment, annoyance flits across her face. So small! But when she looks down at him she is all smiles. 

Alex thrusts into his beautiful wife. Pushing her top up so he can suck on her nipples as he plays with her tits. 

I do make a beautiful woman happy, so there! He thinks. 

Only...the thought of one-upping the two bullying black men quickly shifts to images of their big dicks. Shooting jizz all over his face. 

Alex shivers as he instantly cums. Orgasming less than two minutes after he penetrated his beautiful wife. 

“Oh, Alex. That was a disappointment.” She says. 

He looks up at her in horror. “I...I...I’m so sorry.” He sniffles. 

“I can barely feel you in me as it is.” She chides. He shivers at her cruel words. “Your just so pathetically small. Aren’t you?”

“Y...yes dear.” He has tears in his eyes now. 

“Maybe you can still make me feel good.” 

He smiles with hope, nodding. 

“If you get down there and take care of me with your mouth.” She suggests. 

“But...but I came...” He starts. 

She frowns. “Oh. I guess your pleasure is more important.” She looks away from him in dismissal. 

“N...no. I’ll do it. I’ll make you feel good.” He says morosely. 

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, dear.” He answers as he slides down her body until he lays between her thighs. 

He stares at her pussylips. Smeared with his own pale jizz. His tummy rumbles in protest. 

With a frown he leans in. Taking a big lick. Tasting his own salty cum. Shivering as he swallows. 

Then he goes back for more. Licking and sucking at his wife’s beautiful pussy. Slurping and gulping his own bitter load. 

Natasha smiles and moans. This is more like it. This is where her sissy husband belongs. 

She squeezes and caresses her own giant tits. Tweaking and squeezing her nipples. Her orgasm building slowly as Alex does as he is told. 

***

WEEK TWO

Sunday evening, Alex is in a pretty good mood. Even after shaving off all his body hair. Even though his wife hadn’t let him fuck her again. She had dressed in lingerie three times, though. Letting him lick and suck her pussy until she orgasmed each time. 

Her tan thighs squeezing his head. She would grab his hair and rub her pussy against his face. Smearing him with her juices. 

His mood is great, right up until he steps into the employee locker room at the security station in the mall. 

Marcel stands there grinning. Holding a pair of unrolled black stockings. “Put ‘em on, pussy.” He orders the small white man. 

With a sigh and a shiver of despair, Alex strips. He sits down and pulls the stockings over his smooth legs. 

He feels so deviant with them on. His masculinity gets hidden way down, and he feels even more submissive than normal. 

Alex rubs his inner thighs. The small strip of bared skin, just above the tops of the stockings. So pale next to the black stockings. His tiny prick throbs, awakening to the self touch. 

“Panties?” He asks. “A b...bra?” 

“Ha! No, not for now.” Marcel answers. The black man caresses his cheek. “You’re a good girl for asking.” 

Alex hates how his cheeks flush at the touch and compliment. How his tiny prick throbs with a strange, unwanted excitement. 

The pair step out into the mall. Marcel in navy blue slacks and a grey shirt with a badge logo on the front right. Alex only in stockings. 

Marcel leads the sissy straight to a shoe store. “Sit!” He orders. Alex can’t even think to disobey. 

The white boy sits on one of the hard plastic benches. Cold against his bare ass. 

He looks at himself in a mirror to his left as the tall black man wanders off. 

I look pathetic. He thinks to himself. How can I let him do this to me?

He can’t help caressing his thighs through the stockings. So smooth. He can’t help a shiver of pleasure. 

“Lookin good, pussy.” Marcel says as he comes back with an armload of shoe boxes. “Let’s find you a pair that looks pretty.”

Alex sighs as the black man pulls out a pair of yellow high heels. They have flowers at the top. 

He lifts up the sissy’s foot and tries it on. “No. This won’t do.” He complains. Then he reaches forward and flicks Alex’s tiny bean. 

The white man hisses at the pain. Wincing and closing his eyes. 

Marcel tries half a dozen pairs. Flicking Alex’s little prick each time. He finally decided on a shiny black pair. One that has crossing straps up the white boys calfs. 

He stands and holds his hand out to Alex. Helping the small man get up and balance. The sissy blushes. He feels so degraded by the simple act. Like he is Marcel’s girl. 

They step out of the store. Alex unsteady in the heels. 

Kareem smirks as he watches them walk down the concourse in his monitors. Alex stumbling in his new heels. 

He makes kissing noises, then presses two fingers to his lips. “Can’t wait to crack that pussy open.” He says to himself. Pressing his fingertips to the monitor. Right where Alex’s bottom wiggles down the hall. 

Then he stands up. Sighing as he lifts his bulk from the chair. “Chips and a soda.” He mumbles to no one in particular. 

When he opens his wallet he finds it empty. Frowning he looks around. He pulls a quarter from behind the keyboard, and shakes his head. 

Getting an idea, he heads to the locker room. Making a b-line to Alex’s discarded clothes. Soon he has the white boy’s wallet in hand. Happily pulling some bills out and stuffing them in his pocket. 

As he goes to put it back it opens to a photo. Of Alex and Natasha standing together in front of rose bushes. The white boy has his hand around his taller wife’s waist. 

She looks stunning. Wearing a short blue dress. Low cut and showing off a tremendous amount of cleavage. 

“Huh.” The fat man says. 

He stares at the photo all the way to the vending machines. Distracted by thoughts of the woman bent over and naked as he orders chips by instinct. 

I wonder what she sounds like when she cums. He thinks to himself as he sits down back at his desk. 

Kareem sets the photo down and looks up at the monitors. Marcel and Alex are stepping into a pet shop. The white boy looking a little more stable in his heels. 

Alex swallows hard as he stares at the rack of dog collars and leashes. 

“That’s a good girl. Pick one out and be my bitch.” Marcel grins behind him. 

Alex shivers when the black man reaches down to grope his round, white ass. Giving his rear a good squeeze. Black fingers on soft white flesh. 

Alex jumps when he feels Marcel reach around with his free hand and gently pinch his tiny penis between two fingers. “That’s a girl.” The black man murmurs in his ear. Gently pulling on Alex’s sad button. 

The white boy reaches up and pulls down a pink leather collar that has ‘PRINCESS’ stitched in with sequins. 

He had thought for a moment to grab something manly. Dark leather, or something with studs. But as he shivered and Marcel slowly tugged on his little prick, he couldn’t help himself. 

“That’s a good girl.”  The black man says, taking the collar. He looks it over and nods. “Get on your knees, bitch.” He orders. Not unkindly. 

Alex can’t help himself. He kneels before the tall black man. Trembling as the man fastens it around his neck. 

Then Marcel attaches a leash. Alec flinches at what seems like the loudest CLICK! he’s ever heard. 

Then he starts to cry. Marcel helps him stand as the white boy openly sobs. “Aww, baby girl. Don’t you worry.” The black man says. 

Then he leads the white man back out into the mall proper. Alex follows along. Led by his new leash. He can’t see because of the tears in his eyes. 

All the way home the next morning, Alex keeps shivering. Driving home in a daze. Reaching up to his neck to touch a collar that is no longer there. 

Even in his office, later in the day. He finds his fingers constantly reaching up to his neck. His tiny penis getting half hated each time. 

***

Monday night, Alex arrives a little early. He grabs Jake as the chubby man reaches his car. 

“Did...do you know what those guys do to me?” The smaller man asks desperately. 

Jake just shrugs. “Nobody looks too close at what night shift does.” The chubby man looks scared. “I don’t need that kind of trouble.”

Alex sort of deflates. His hope seeming to leave him. “What happened to the guy who worked here before me?”

“Patric?” Jake asks. “He had some sort of break down.” The chubby man can’t seem to meet Alex’s eyes. “Had to check in to some institute. Uh...Changelawn, I think. Look I got to go.” 

Jake quickly turns and gets in his car. Still not looking at the smaller man. 

All Alex can do is watch him drive off. 

Marcel and Kareem come right at Alex when he steps into the locker room. 

“Who’s this?” The taller black man demands. An angry look on his face. 

He points at the photo of Alex and Nat. Kareem had forgotten about it, until tonight. He had grinned as he passed it to his friend. 

“That? That’s my wife.” Alex answers in a squeak. 

“The fuck she is.” Marcel nearly roars at him. “No fucking way she lets you touch her body. Is it your sister? Your...your cousin?” He just couldn’t believe it. 

“N...no. She’s my wife.” 

“As mama used to say. Only one way to squeeze the truth from a liar.” Marcel grabs the white boy and pulls him over his lap. 

Alex struggles but the two men easily pull his clothes off. Leaving him draped over the black man’s lap like a school girl about to be punished. 

With a WHACK! Marcel’s hand comes down hard on the sissy’s pale ass. Leaving a big pink handprint. Alex gasps, his eyes going wide. 

Then the hand lands again and again. Alex squeaks at the sharp pain. His derrière slowly turns pink. 

Kareem grins as he watches. Rubbing his hard dick through his dark blue slacks. The sissy faintly kicks his legs as his bottom starts to turn a darker red. 

Alex is whining and moaning with each painful swat, now. His rear burns from the pain, but Marcel doesn’t stop. 

As his bottom starts to turn purple, Alex begs, “Please! Please! I’ll be a good girl.” 

It just comes out. The shameful words. Part of him knows it’s what the cruel men want to hear. 

Marcel dumps the whimpering sissy onto the hard floor. “Who is she?” He snarls. 

Alex rubs his tormented bottom and sniffles. “She...she really is my wife. Natasha.” 

The two black men grin at each other above him. “Gonna have to prove it, bitch.” Marcel warns. “You better bring in some nude pics tomorrow. Or I’m gonna get real angry.” 

Alex nods. 

“Now. I’m all worked up. Show us some affection.” The tall black man orders. 

Alex leans forward and fumbles with the tall man’s belt. He opens Marcel’s trousers and pulls down his purple boxers. The man’s big dick springs out. Startling the sniffling white boy. 

He starts to stroke the big black dick with both hands. His white fingers curled around the dark cock. 

Then he feels something poking his shoulder. Kareem’s dick. The fat man grins down. 

Alex nods and takes his cock in one hand. He strokes both men. Like a porn whore. 

He feels even dirtier doing this in the nude. His bottom still throbbing. A dick in each hand. 

Soon the black cocks anoint his naked white body with their pale jizz. Hot man juice raining down on him. Splashing his face and chest. 

Alex sniffles as he milks the black men dry. Then he stands. Dripping with their jizz, the sissy heads to the showers. Head held low in shame. 

When he gets home, Alex pulls out his phone. He takes a few photos of Nat sleeping. Then he gently pulls her sheets off. Taking a few more. 

She looks lovely. Laying on the bed. Softly snoring. Clad only in a green, babydoll top. Silk and short. Hugging her big tits in the shimmering cloth. Her thighs closed around matching panties. 

For a moment, Natasha thinks he is going to be overly bold. Strip her and take her without permission. She plans to let him. To reward his manliness. 

He lifts her top. Letting her tits free. Then she hears the click! of his phone’s camera. She feels his hands gently touch her panties. 

The little shit! She thinks. I hope he is happy with those. 

She tries not to move as she plots to get him back. Feeling him pull her silk panties down far enough to get a pic. 

She snorts and pretends to roll over in her sleep. Spreading her thighs wide so he can get a good pic of her pussy. A plan already forming in her mind as he gently puts her clothes back in place. 

***

Tuesday afternoon, Alex doesn’t even get a chance to sleep. His wife ushers him into her car. 

“We are going to look at the house. Derrick, our realtor only has a couple free hours to show us.” She tells him. 

As they drive, he notices she has dressed even more sexy than usual. A tiny, mini-skirt. Black leather and slit up one side. Hinting that she may not be wearing panties beneath. 

The skirt stops just an inch above her high stockings. Fishnets in knee high boots. Also black leather. 

She wears a nearly sheer crop-top. White and cut low to show her cleavage. Underneath she wears a red silk bra. A half-cup, the tops of her areola clearly visible. 

They pull up to the large house. A handsome, dark haired man waits next to a blue sports car in the driveway. Alex goggles at the lake past the house. He has to admit. It is beautiful. 

Natasha presses her body close as she greets the realtor. Placing her hands on his shoulders and kissing him on each cheek. Her big tits mashing against his chest. 

“You must be Alex.” The man says smoothly in a deep voice. He reaches out a hand and shakes. Not quite crushing Alex’s hand. “I’m Derrick.”

The man leads them on a tour through the empty house. Explaining the finer points of each room. 

Nat seems to hang on the man’s every word. Totally ignoring her husband. Soon, so does Derrick. 

Upstairs, the realtor shows them a large bedroom closet. “Plenty of space. Go ahead. Step in.” He motions to Alex. 

A little unsure, the smaller man steps in. Only to hear a SLAM! and be left in the dark. There is an audible click! as of a lock. 

“Oh dear.” Derrick says through the door. “It seems to be stuck.” 

Alex tries to turn the handle, but it won’t budge. “H...hey?” The small man stammers. 

“Don’t worry. I’ll get the key.”  The realtor assures him. Alex can clearly hear metal jingling from the other side of the door. 

Then there is a slight thump! as the door shakes in its frame. He can hear his wife gasp on the other side of the door. 

Out in the light, Nat has her palms flat to the door. Slightly bent over. Facing it. Facing her stuck husband.

Derrick has his big dick out behind her. Slowly his hands lift her short skirt. Revealing her bare ass. 

The man boldly steps into her. Shoving his cock into her eager cunt. Nat moans as he drives deep. 

Derrick reaches around and yanks down her small shirt. Accidentally tearing it open. Tugging down her bra. 

He groped her roughly as he thrusts hard. She moans and relishes the way his manly balls slap against her. 

“N...Nat? Are you ok” Alex asks timidly in the dark. He can clearly hear her pleasured gasps and moans. 

Derrick pinches and tugs at her nipples. “You are a dirty whore.” He hisses in her ear. His big cock still pounding her wet twat. 

“Oh, yes.” She hisses. Her plotted revenge for the morning’s pictures even better than she imagined. 

When she feels his dick twitch inside her, She moans even louder. Relishing in the way his cum fills her twat. 

Finally he pulls out. Leaving her feeling so disappointingly empty. 

He puts himself away while she straightens her skirt and bra. Then he opens the door. 

Alex stumbles out. Just in time to see his wife tie her torn shirt across her bra. Her nipples now fully out, above the half-cups. 

“What...what happened?” The sissy gasps. 

“You got stuck. You pathetic man.” She chides him with a stern look. 

No! He wants to say. That man fucked you. 

“Don’t let it happen again.” She orders. 

“Yes, dear.” Alex hangs his head low in shame. The realtor grinning behind him. 

***

“Hot damn! I guess she is your wife.” Kareem smiles a big fat smile as he holds Alex’s phone. 

“Little bitch has been holding out on us.” Marcel grins down at the white boy. “Got a fine piece of ass at home. Why would you work here?”

Alex sighs. “She wants to buy a new house. We need the money.”

The tall man nods. “And you keep her happy with this?” He grabs the white boy by the crotch. 

Marcel notices the hesitation before Alex nods and says, “Sure. Yeah. Every night.”

The tall black man grins. 

That night passed mostly uneventfully for Alex. Marcel seemed lost in thought. Constantly scrolling through the pictures of Natasha he ordered the white boy to send him. 

***

Wednesday evening Alex is surprised to find the tall black man absent. 

“Where’s marcel?” He asks Kareem. 

The fat man seemed grumpy. “Out. Somthin’ about a sore bone.”

“Oh, well...I guess I’ll start my rounds.” Alex nearly skips as he leaves the office, he is so happy. The fat man just harrumphs. 

When he comes back to the office after his first tour of the mall though, Kareem is waiting. 

“Gonna need to to get all sexy, bitch.” The fat man orders. 

“No, I...” Alex is shut up with a backhand slap to the face. 

“Don’t you talk back to me, pussy.” The fat man grabs Alex’s shirt and nearly lifts him from the ground. 

“Sorry! Sorry!” The white boy says as he scrambles to his locker. 

Soon he is wearing his stockings and high heels. Complete with pink ‘princess’ collar. Feeling vulnerable and humiliated. 

The fat man steps close with a sneer. He reaches down and pinches the tip of Alex’s tiny penis. Making the white boy squeal from the pain. 

“Go pick out a bra and panty for yourself, bitch.” Kareem orders. 

Alex nods and hurried off. Stumbling in his heels. 

Across town, Natasha answers the front door. Wondering who could be bothering her so late. 

“Um...hello?” She asks. Surprised to find a tall black man in jeans and a T-shirt. 

Marcel gives the beautiful woman a wide grin. She is even hotter in person. Wearing pink yoga pants and a light blue tank top. 

“I work with your husband.” He says. He holds his phone out to her. One of the naked pics Alex had taken of her on the screen. “You like what you see?” She asks. Turned on, rather than angry. 

Marcel grins again. “Get upstairs and into somthin’ sexy, bitch.” He orders. 

Nat turns and heads upstairs. Pulling her shirt off half way up. The black man watches her sweet ass as she goes. Then he sits on the couch to wait. 

Back at the mall, Kareem watches Alex in a monitor. The sissy is in the lingerie store. Rifling through racks of bras and panties. 

Alex feels dirty as his fingers brush and caress pair after pair. Silks and satins, lace and mesh. 

He finally picks out a pink satin panty, with frills on the hips. It feels snug and humiliating around his groin when he pulls it on. 

Then he chooses a similar training bra. Satiny and pink, with a little white bow. He struggles to get it on. Feeling constrained when he does. Trapped by the tight cloth. 

With a sigh he heads back to the office. 

At home Natasha comes down the stairs. She has dressed up for her guest. She wears white stockings and matching garter, with black edging. Framing a black silk thong. 

For a top, she chose a black lace crop-top. Sheer enough to only slightly hide her big breasts. 

Marcel pulls her into his arms when she comes close. “I want you to understand your place, whore.” He tells her. 

Natasha starts to nod, when he slaps her cheek. Making her gasp, more with excitement than pain or anger. 

I think we are going to get along fine.” He grins. Groping her big left breast through the dark lace. 

At the mall, Alex offers the fat security guard the handle to his leash. 

“Get on the floor, bitch, and make it good.” Kareem orders as he takes the leather handle. 

Alex kneels between the fat man’s knees. Then he opens up the man’s fly. He slips his fingers into Kareem’s green boxers. Gently brushing the thick cock nestled there. His fingers circle the flared tip. 

Kareem shivers with pleasure. He grips the leash tighter and leans back with his eyes closed. 

The sissy pulls the boxers down and stares at the exposed dick with dread. 

At home, Marcel has Nat kneel on the edge of the couch. Bending her over the back. He holds a handful of her dark hair in one hand. With the other, he tears her thong away. She gasps at the rough treatment. 

“Gonna show you what a real man’s dick is like, bitch.” He tells her. Lining his cock up with her pussy from behind. 

Natasha groans loudly as the tall man pushes deep inside her. She shivers as her body tingles from the intense sensation. 

“Beg me for it.” He leans forward and growls in her ear. 

“Ooh! Please. Please fuck me with your big black cock!” Nat moans. 

Her whole body rocks as he thrusts into her. Pounding her deep. His balls slapping her pussylips with gusto. 

She gasps when his big hand smacks down on her round ass. Leaving a pink handprint on her tan-lined skin. 

At the mall, Alex slowly caresses the thick black dick. Kareem moaning above him. 

His fingers glide up and down the man’s shaft. Slowly stroking him. Then circling the purple cock-head. 

He squeezes with both hands and tugs. Moving quicker and quicker. Exploring what the fat man likes. 

At home Marcel flips the beautiful wife onto her back. He pulls one of her stocking clad legs up with one hand. They both groan as he re-enters her. 

His other hand pins her to the couch by her neck. She grabs his big black hand with her delicate white ones. Her tits bounce and jiggle in the lace top as he fucks her. 

Natasha’s eyes roll back and she groans as a powerful orgasm grips her. Marcus moans his own pleasure as her pussy throbs and squeezes around his cock. 

In the security room, Alex leans forward. He rubs Kareem’s dick against his chest. Against his pink training bra. As if he is letting the fat man tit fuck him. 

Alex looks up to find the fat man gazing down at him. A gleam in Kareem’s eyes. 

The black man lurches out of his chair and pins the small white boy to the floor. Grabbing his wrists and holding them above his head. 

“Please, don’t.” Alex begs quietly. Finding it hard to breathe with Kareem’s bulk on top of him. 

Kareem kisses the sissy’s bare chest. Just above the training bra. He reaches down with a free hand and slides his dick into the twink’s panties from the bottom. 

Then he thrusts. Rubbing his giant cock against Alex’s tiny penis. His fat ass humps at the white boy. Dry humping him inside the panties. 

Alex’s eyes fill with tears. He is helpless and degraded. Made less than a man by this black bully.  

Kareem lets go of the sissy’s wrists to grab at his nonexistent breasts. Alex reaches up and wraps his arms around the fat man’s neck. Hugging him as he is violated on the office floor. 

At home, Natasha stares up at the tall black man. Marcel has pulled her from the couch. Now he towers over her. 

“Open up, bitch.” He grins. 

Nat obediently opens her mouth and he shoves his giant dick in. Not letting her take a moment to grow accustomed to its bulk. He just shoves it into her throat as she sputters. 

The black man face fucks the beautiful wife. Moaning his pleasure, both at the sensation and her submissiveness. He grabs her long black hair and holds it up. As if admiring a trophy. 

Natasha’s eyes water. Not accustomed to anything like this. She does her best to take him, but all she can do is grab his black ass and hope she doesn’t pass out. 

Soon his balls clench and he shoots his load into her throat. She sputters and coughs jizz as he pulls out. Stroking his dick and spraying her face and tits with stream after stream of juice. 

“Aww, yeah! You a good cum dumpster.” He sneers down at her. 

Nat smiles back up at him. Jizz dripping from her beautiful face. 

At work, Kareem groans as he cums. Leaning in to kiss Alex full on the lips as he shivers. 

The white boy’s eyes widen as the fat man’s tongue presses into his mouth. 

I’m not a girl! I’m not! He desperately thinks as he can’t help but return the man’s kiss. Warm cum smearing all over inside his panties as the fat man finishes. 

“You really are a bitch,” Kareem says as he sits up and puts his dick away. Then he casually reaches down and slaps the sissy’s face. 

***

Thursday night, Alex kneels in a mall fountain. Up on the second level bowl. Dressed in his stockings and new training bra. 

He is lowered just over one of the water spouts. The cold water splashing up at his tiny penis and balls. 

He shivers and gasps from the cold and the sensation. His little peanut is as hard as it can get. 

“I heard you showed Kareem a good time last night.” Marcel grins from below. Leash in hand. Chains reaching up to the ‘PRINCESS’ collar around the sissy’s neck. 

Alex nods. “I been thinkin’ bout that wife of yours.” Marcel ponders. “Don’t seem fair that a pussy like you gets her all to yourself. Does it?”

“N...no.” Alex stammers. Images of Nat groaning from behind the closet door flitting through his head. 

“I want you to offer her fine ass to me. To anyone who isn’t a beta cuck like you.” The black man orders. 

Alex whimpers. “Marcel, I offer Natasha to you. I want you to feel free to fuck her fine ass whenever you want.” 

The sissy gulps, tears in his eyes. His finger fiddles with his wedding ring. “I want anyone who isn’t a beta cuck like me, to fuck her beautiful body.” 

Marcel laughs long and loud at the pathetic wretch. 

At home, Natasha opens her front door with a smile. She wears a long open robe. White and soft. Beneath it she has on a red, lace one-piece. Cut low to offer up her generous tits. With a thong back. 

On the other side of the door, Alex’s boss, Anita stands grinning. “Mama knew you wouldn’t be able to resist her chocolate for long.” The husky black woman says. Pushing her way in. 

Anita pulls off her jacket. Beneath she wears a grey corset, with purple flowers up the sides. It pushes up and displays her massive tit flesh. 

Beneath she has a skin tight, black leather, miniskirt. With purple stiletto heels. 

“Kneel for me.” The attractive black woman orders. 

Natasha eagerly gets to her knees. Excited by the power the other woman has over her. She lets her robe fall all the way off. Left just in her red negligee. 

Anita reaches down to caress the with woman’s cheek. Almost tenderly. “You’re going to be mama’s good girl?” Natasha nods submissively. 

The husky woman crosses to the couch. “Crawl here.” The white girl crawls across her own living room. Round add swaying in the air. Nearly bare beneath the thong of her lace. “Lick my feet.”

Nat looks up at the black woman. Coming to rest beneath her. Then she leans down and pulls off one purple high heel. 

Her tongue presses against the woman’s foot. Licking up to her calf. Then down to the toes. 

Natasha sucks each toe. Feeling degraded and shamed. Her tongue exploring between each digit as the black woman moans in appreciation. 

The submitting wife also feels excited. Each new encounter, each new perversion, just seems to make her crave more. 

Anita spreads her meaty thighs when both her feet have been given an adequate tongue bath. Her skirt riding up to reveal her bare pussy. 

“Give mama’s lips a kiss.” The dominant woman orders. 

Natasha kisses her way up the woman’s black thighs. There is no hesitation when she gets to Anita’s cunt. Even though she had never been with a woman before. Or had even been interested. 

The black domme gasps as the white girl sticks her tongue as deep in the quickly moistening pussy as it will go. She grabs Nat’s black hair and holds her head close. Shoved between thick thighs. 

Anita shivers as she feels her first orgasm of the night. Her thighs clench around the white girl’s head, as she moans loudly. She rubs her crotch against Nat’s face, as she pulls her own tit out of her corset by a big nipple. 

Natasha laps at the dominant woman’s wet pussy as quickly as she can. Sucking and licking up her pussyjuice. 

When Anita calms down she pulls Natasha onto her lap. “You are a good girl.” She assures the white girl, as she tugs Nat’s lingerie down. Letting the girl’s big tits bounce free. 

Natasha blushes at the compliment. Pleased to be so submissive on some deep, shameful level. Eager to be used, and humiliated. 

Anita leans in and kisses the young wife. Nat is surprised at first. Her eyes going wide. Then she melts into it, as their tongues dance. Anita’s fingers exploring her pale tits. 

Then the black woman leans back with a cruel grin. “Let’s see these puppies bounce.” She pinches Nat’s left nipple painfully. “Put your hands on your head and keep them there.” 

Natasha does as told. Trembling in anticipation. Anita gleefully begins to slap the white girl’s big pillowy breasts. Grinning as she makes them bounce and jiggle. 

Nat gasps and moans from the abuse. Wincing at each firm SMACK! Though her hands don’t leave her head. Even as her tits turn a nice shade of pink. 

When Anita grows bored with the abuse, she pushes Nat onto the floor. Making the young wife lay on her back. She stands and unzips her leather skirt. Tossing it away. Then she kneels, straddling Natasha’s head. 

The white girl immediately begins licking the woman’s black pussy. Already slimy from their first round. She spreads her legs wide when she feels Anita’s fingers tickling her crotch. 

Then Nat squeals, when the black domme slaps the girl’s pussy through her lace lingerie. Her tan thighs closing and clenching black fingers. 

“Ooh! Baby girl, your screams feel so good against my pussy!” The black woman announces. 

Natasha shivers as she docily spreads her thighs again. Offering her sensitive cunny for more abuse. 

Anita grins as she reaches down and begins wantonly slapping the white slut’s cunt. Her thighs trembling as she moans her pain. Lips shivering and vibrating against the black woman’s pussy. 

Across town, Alex’s night comes to a close with the sissy weeping. Bent over a chair in stockings and high heels. Marcel behind him. 

The tall black man laughs as he spanks the white boy’s tiny prick and balls. His strong hand really going to town. 

“Fuck my wife!” The sissy gasps desperately. Not knowing his bully already has. “Giver her to all your friends!”  Not knowing the black man plans to. 

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! On the sissy’s pathetic balls. 

WEEK THREE

Friday, after Alex came home from his office job, Natasha seemed crueler than usual. Insulting his manhood and jabbing at his sense of worth. 

By Saturday he couldn’t shake a sense of dread. 

After he finishes up doing some yard work, he comes in and takes a shower. When he steps out of the bathroom, he is startled to find Nat waiting. 

She stands there in the bedroom, arms crossed. She wears knee high stiletto boots. Black, like her velvet thong, tied at her hips. Her tits are only barely covered by black silk. A crop-top that billows our from her body. 

She frowns at his naked body. Still dripping from his shower. 

“You are pathetic, Alex.” She simply states. He shudders at the unexpected insult. “You are no man. What are you.” 

“I...I’m sorry, Nat.” Alex starts to sniffle trying to hold back tears. 

His wife steps close to him. She painfully grabs his hair with one hand and starts to slap him with the other. 

“Would a real man take this from any woman, much less his own wife?” She demands with a growl. 

“Natasha! Please?” He begs. Grabbing her hips to steady himself, but not to stop her. His little penis growing harder with each firm SMACK!

“Lay on the floor.” She orders him. 

Dejected he gets down on his back. She forcibly spreads his legs with her black boot. 

“This is nothing. It’s even more worthless than you.” She prods at his crotch with the pointy tip of her boot. “I’m done with it.” 

Alex squeals as his beautiful wife mashes his tiny penis and balls into the carpet with her stiletto boot. 

”I fucked your co-worker Marcel, you pathetic cuck.” She taunts. “After he fucked me like a real man, how could I go back to this?” She steps even harder. 

“Noooo!” Alex wails. More in despair than from the pain. Picturing the tall black man grinning as he bends his wife over. 

“I’ve had real dick now.” She hisses. Finally lifting her boot and stepping over to the bed. She unties her thong strings as she goes. Letting it drop to the floor. 

“Come here and show me you are worth keeping...sissy.” She ends the last word with a smile. Relishing the title for her husband. 

His groin throbbing, a mass of pain, he crawls between her soft, tan thighs. Lowering his head he licks her wet pussy. 

He does want to show that he is worth keeping. That he is a good husband. 

A good sissy. 

***

Sunday evening, Alex storms into the security offices. “You...you...you fucked my wife?” He stammers angrily. 

Marcel grins and Kareem laughs at the small white boy. 

“Oh yeah, she was askin’ for it. Wiggled her sweet ass till I made her scream.” The tall man answers. “Oh Marcel! You dick so much better than my husband.” He taunts in a high pitched voice. 

Alex charges the black man. His face a mask of anger. Marcel lazily slaps him to the floor. Then looms over the little sissy. 

“Bitch!” The black man growls. 

Alex leans on the floor, looking up. Now afraid. His bravery gone in an instant. 

“You got somthin’ else to say, pussy.” Marcel growls in a warning voice. 

Alex just shakes his head no. 

“Get into your sissy clothes.” The tall man orders. Kareem still chuckling as he heads to his comfortable chair. 

Marcel doesn’t let the sissy put on his panties. Instead he takes three wooden clothespins. Making Alex stand with his legs spread and his hands on his head. 

The sissy trembles in anticipation as the black man kneels. Then he hisses in pain as the first pin bites down painfully on the tip of his little peanut. 

“Ha, I couldn’t fit another there, even if I wanted to.” Marcel announces. 

Alex can feel the man’s rough fingers groping his scrotum. Then he squeals as a clothespin is attached right on one ball. Then the other. 

“That should help remind you of your place around here.” Marcel tells him, standing up. 

As they head out in their first patrol, Alex is hyper aware of the dangling pins between his thighs. His groin painfully throbs as he is led off by his leash. 

At lunch, Alex is interrupted during his meal. A sandwich and a fruit salad. Marcel orders him to give the black men a hand bob as he sits at the break room table. 

With a sigh of resignation he takes a dick in each hand as the men crowd close on either side of him. The black men groan with pleasure as he starts. 

It seems so natural now. He thinks. Stroking the two big dicks. Alex realizes some amount of his masculinity is permanently gone. He has become so docile in this perverted and humiliating act. 

When Marcel gets ready to orgasm, he pulls his dick out of the sissy’s hand. He grabs Alex’s sandwich. 

With an evil grin he pulls the top off and jacks himself at the sissy’s food. Pale jizz splashes all over the top piece of bread as Alex gasps in horror. 

Kareem strokes his own dick. Waiting his turn. When the tall man hands him the sandwich he cums all over the meat. A little pool of baby batter that disappears when he puts the top back on. 

“Eat it.” Marcel growls in a warning voice. Kareem hands Alex his lunch back. 

The sissy’s tummy rumbles in protest at the very thought of it. He seems to sense the foul slime hidden beneath the bread in his hands. 

“Now.”

Alex looks disgusted as his head jerks forward, biting into the cum-sandwich. He moans slightly as he tastes the black men’s jizz. His eyes tearing up in shame. 

I am no man. His mind wails as he takes bite after bite. 

“See? He loved it.” Marcel grins as Alex finishes. 

Kareem guffaws as they stroll away. 

***

Monday evening, Alex is surprised to find Natasha gone when he wakes from his nap. 

Afternoons are the only time he has to sleep now. Usually she is getting ready for bed when he wakes up. 

He finds out why when he gets to work. 

His wife is giggling in the security office. Watching humiliating videos of her husband Kareem shows her on the monitors. 

Marcel stands next to the beautiful brunette. His arm around her waist as if he owns her. She wears a mini-dress. One that is more of a wrap. Held closed by a belt and open around the top. Half of her blue, lace bra is visible. 

The trio turn around when Alex walks in. His tummy grumbles when he notices the video of himself eating the cum-sandwich on the big central screen. Running on a loop. 

“About time you got here, sissy.” Natasha says with some joy. “I figured I’d let you watch as these real men give my pussy the fucking it deserves.”

Alex’s tummy seems to do a flip. “Please...” he begs, without finishing the pointless thought. 

“Sure, bitch. Whatever you want.” Marcel tells him. “First you got to get dressed.”

Alex heads to the locker room with his head lowered. Soon he returns dressed in his pink lingerie. 

“Ooh! I like the collar, Princess.” Nat tells him. 

Marcel pulls her belt off and pushes her dress open. Revealing her beautiful body, and lack of panties. She leans in and kisses the black man as he reaches around and grabs her round ass, squeezing. 

Alex’s heart sinks as her hears his wife moaning in excitement. 

When they break their embrace she bends over the monitor desk. Humiliating scenes of her husband’s shame on the screens as Kareem stands up. Pulling his thick black dick out. 

Natasha groans loudly as he steps up behind her. Shoving his cock into her soft white pussy. 

Natasha’s body rocks as she is fucked from behind. Her hands gripping the desk. Her eyes search the monitors. Drinking in her pathetic husband’s many humiliations. She moans in pleasure. 

Kareem grunts his own pleasure. Fat belly resting on the white girl’s round ass. He reaches around her and flips up her lace bra. First squeezing her big tits. Then pinching and tugging at her nipples. 

Alex slowly sinks to his knees in hopelessness. His whole world crumbling down around him as he watches Kareem’s fat ass thrust. His big black dick buried in Alex’s beautiful wife. 

Finally the fat man groans loudly. The sissy is far too familiar with the man’s orgasmic sounds. When he pulls away, Nat’s well fucked pussy is revealed. Still dripping the man’s jizz. 

Marcel drags Alex forward by his leash. Grabbing a handful of hair he shoves the cucked husband’s face into his wife’s sloppy twat from behind. 

Natasha’s eyes go wide and she moans with pleasure as Alex licks her honey pot. she shivers as he slurps black cum out of her cunt. 

When she is nice and clean, Alex sits back. Possibly waiting for his next humiliation. 

“Where do you want me?” Nat asks. Taking her bra the rest of the way off. 

“Why don’t I introduce you to sissy’s girlfriend.” The tall man suggests. Nat raises an inquisitive eyebrow. 

The naked wife laughs as she gazes on the busty mannequin. Dressed in a green, silk nighty the fake woman stares impassively. 

“Why don’t you show your partner a good time, sissy.” Marcel orders, dropping the leash and pulling Nat close, grabbing at her tits. 

Alex steps up and kisses the mannequin, while the black man brazenly gropes his wife. Nat giggles at the absurdity of her sissy husband. 

“Naw, Naw! Show her a real good time.” Marcel orders. 

Alex trembles as he drops to his knees. He lifts up the nighty and pushes the dummy’s panties aside. Leaning in he licks her bare groin. Nat and Marcel laughing behind him. 

Then Natasha gasps as the tall black man makes her get on her hands and knees next to her husband. Marcel moving down behind her. 

They both groan as his big black cock fills her up. Bodies rocking in time to his thrusts. 

Alex has to listen to his wife be pleasured by another man again. As he licks the mannequin’s groin. His eyes widen as he feels Marcel’s strong fingers shove between his thighs from behind. 

Marcel fucks the wife, while he reaches over and grips the husband’s little cock and balls through the sissy’s panties. Alex squeals from the pain, as the black man squeezes. Even while he still obediently licks. 

The tall black man revels in his power over the couple. He slaps Natasha’s round ass in time with his thrusts. Her husband’s tiny, tortured prick in his other hand. A giant grin on the black man’s face. 

The tall man groans loudly when he cums. His dick throbbing deep in the raven haired beauty. filling her with jizz. 

Alex screams and nearly passes out from pain. Marcel crushes the sissy’s tiny penis and balls as his orgasm blasts through him. Nat cries out, “Yes! God, yes!” In her own ecstasy. 

After Marcel finishes draining his load into the beautiful Natasha, he steps back and forces Alex’s face to her twat. The sissy licks his bully’s jizz from his wife’s pussy. 

Then he continues to lick until she has another powerful orgasm. Rubbing her sloppy cunt back against his face as she shudders in pleasure. 

Marcel stands above the couple, grinning. 

***

Tuesday, Alex gets hone from his ‘real’ job feeling more defeated than ever. His boss at the firm had been riding his ass all day. 

There had been discrepancies in an important report. Even though it wasn’t Alex’s fault, the blame had been put squarely on his shoulders. 

He decided to check out the institute Jake had mentioned last week. He couldn’t help but feel that he was on the same mental health trajectory that the man he replaced had been on. The guy Patrick, who he’d never met. Perhaps he would need the same help after he quit. 

Online, Changelawn looks nice. It site boasts a relaxing atmosphere, helpful orderlies, knowledgeable doctors. 

As he digs deeper though, he finds something disturbing. The institute specializes in sex change operations! Had Patrick changed his sex? Had...had those horrible bullies driven the poor man to it?

These thoughts roiled in Alex’s head as he left for work that evening. 

Marcel and Kareem spend some time at the beginning of the shift taunting the poor sissy. Laughing at how pathetic he is and describing how great it felt to fuck his wife. 

As the taunting winds  down, the tall man sends Alex to get dressed for his shift. The sissy’s shoulders slump. He knows that no longer means the security uniform. It means pink bra and panties. A garter with stockings. High heels that he feels far too comfortable in now. 

His ‘PRINCESS’ collar. 

When he steps back into the control room, the two black men have wide, cruel grins on their faces. 

“Got a little present for you, bitch.” Marcel announces. 

He grabs Alex by his elbow and forces him out of the control room and down the hall. Marcel quickly checks his monitors, before hustling after. Catching up as they enter the large mall concourse. 

Marcel drags the small man to a center booth on the second level. Set next to the railing, overlooking a fountain and a garden-like sitting area. 

The booth’s sign proclaimes, ‘Lil Miss Piercings and Jewlery’ in bold yellow letters. 

“Wha...what? Why are we...” Alex starts to struggle as the big black man guides him to a padded chair. 

With a SMACK! Marcel slaps the white boy into submission. “Take off your bra and panties.” He orders. 

Trying not to sniffle, Alex strips. Then sits on the padded seat. He shivers with fright when the big black men tie his wrists to the armrests. Then force his legs apart, tying his knees in place. Spread wide. 

“We are going to give you some pretty little jewelry.” Marcel announces. 

“Please, don’t.” The small man begs miserably, as Kareem picks up a piercing gun. 

“Don’t they normally use ice to numb the pain?” Marcel asks with a smirk. 

“Probably.” The fat man grins. “Do you see ice?” 

He leans in and caresses the gun against Alex’s right nipple. Getting the small bud to stand up taller. Then he lines the device up. 

Alex squirms nervously at the last second. 

CACHUNK! 

The mall is filled with the scream of the small white man. 

“Fuck, bitch! You moved.” Kareem slaps the sissy. “You gotta hold still, pussy. Let me try again.”

Tears fill Alex’s eyes. Blurring his view of the gun lowering back to his right nipple. 

CACHUNK! 

Alex screams again. Marcel pats the fat man on the back. “Got ‘em that time!”

Then the gun is pressing against the weeping sissy’s left nipple. Alex whimpers and sobs as Kareem seems to hold it there a long time. 

CACHUNK!

The empty mall fills with the echo of the tortured sissy’s screams, and the laughter of two big black men. 

“These need to stay in to let your new piercing set.” Kareem says as he attaches two little silver bars in Alex’s pierced nipples. 

“Which means, you never take them out.” Marcel growls, warningly. “Or I beat your bitch ass blue.”

Kareem steps back satisfied. The silver bars sticking through the sissy’s nipples are matching penises. One end of each is the flared tip. The other a pair of round balls. His nipples take up most of the shaft. 

“Tight!” Kareem grins at the humiliating jewelry. 

Then Marcel steps forward. “Not done yet, bitch.”

The black man holds a small object made of steel bars in his hand. “Had to get it special made for you. Cause you’re so small.”

He holds it up to the sissy. It’s a little steel cage. The size and shape of Alex’s limp penis. The sissy’s eyes go wide. 

Marcel kneels before him. Then he shoves the cage over the sissy’s little prick. Fitting snugly. His balls are pushed through a small opening which the tall man then locks in place. Complete with little key. 

Standing back up Marcel unties the white boy. He orders, “Check it out.”

Ales probes his groin with his fingers. With the cage locked around his balls, there is no way to take it off. His penis is locked in chastity. 

Kareem steps up behind him. “Let’s try it out.” The fat man announces. Reaching around the sissy with a vibrator in his hand. 

Alex shivers as the vibrator touches the metal of his cage. Sending a thrill all over his little penis. He can’t help his body’s reaction to the stimulation. 

Then he starts to groan. There isn’t room in the cage for his tiny dick to get hard. “Oh! Oh god! Please stop!” He begs trying to reach down. 

Marcel grabs his wrists on one hand and then his leg with the other. He pulls the sissy’s leg up from behind the knee. Spreading his vulnerable crotch wide while he sits on the padded chair. 

The black men laugh as the sissy groans in pain. Tears filling his eyes. The pain is strange and intense as his tiny prick tries, and fails to get hard. Bound in its little cage. 

Soon Alex gasps a sort of high pitched moan as he has a strange orgasm. His limp penis sort of drizzles pale cum all over the floor beneath him. Almost immediately the pain is gone as his sissy bump just seemed to give up. 

Kareem pulls the vibrator away and shoves the sissy to his hand and knees. “Clean that mess up.” The fat man orders in disgust. 

Alex submissively licks his jizz from the stall’s floor. The black men laughing above him. 

At the end of his shift he begs Marcel to take the cage off. “Learn to live with it, sissy.” The black man chuckles and turns away. 

Alex pulls on his regular clothes. Feeling hyper aware of the chastity cage underneath as he drives home. Literally locking away his manhood. 

Natasha is waiting at the door when he gets home. Wearing a blue silk nighty that hugs her curves. 

“I want to see it.” She announces. Looking at her husband hungrily. Her phone is in her hand. Text messages from Marcel on the screen. One a picture of the black man’s hard cock. 

“It’s horrible, Nat. They won’t take it off.” He sniffles a little as he strips for her. 

She smiles wide when she sees the little cage, and the penis piercings in his nipples. “Perfect.” She whispers. 

Then she steps close to him. Rubbing her big tits against her husband. “Aww, wittle Alex doesn’t like his jewelry?” She taunts in a sing song voice. She flicks both sore nipples, then her fingers reach down and caress his inner thighs. 

“Nat, I...mmmmm!” Alec starts to moan as his sad penis begins to respond to his wife’s advances. 

Nat drags him to the couch. Pulling him down on her lap. She rubs her tits against his face as she caresses his caged balls and penis. 

“It hurts, Nat! It hurts!” He complains. His little bump throbbing against its steel cage as it fails to get hard. 

“Mmn, good,” She moans. “Cry for me, sissy.”

Tears fill his eyes at her words. His trapped prick throbs with excitement and pain. Then he has that strange orgasm again. Drizzling all over his thighs. 

“Ooh! You are a bad boy.” His wife chides him. “Go get ready for work.” She dumps him on the floor and strides off. 

At the office, Alex is distracted. He can’t stop thinking about his penis in chastity. How it feels in his pants. How useless it has become. How unnecessary. Just something to cause him pain, not pleasure. 

He keeps touching his piercings through his shirt. They feel so tender. They are hard all the time. He should have worn an undershirt, he realizes. The outline of the jewelry cocks faintly outlined beneath his shirt. 

***

While Alex is at his day job on Wednesday, Nat is out and about. Feeling hot and bothered by exploring her sissy husband’s chastity earlier that morning.

She wears tight grey shorts with no panties. Relishing in the feeling of her camel-toe. She also wears a white tube top, with no bra. Her hard nipples outlined in the fabric. Tits bouncing a bit more freely than normal. 

She shops at a few stores at an upscale strip mall. Enjoying the leers she gets from men, and some women. Then she stops in at a shoe store. Empty of customers, she smiles at the old black man behind the counter. 

“Can I help you, miss?” He asks. He has a grey beard and is a tad skinny. 

“Oh, indeed. I need to try some shoes on. But I’m not sure my size.” She tells him. 

She walks away from the entrance and sits on a low bench. The spreads her smooth legs and looks up at him, licking her red lips. 

The old man moves and locks the front door. Flipping the sign from OPEN, to CLOSED. 

Then he kneels before her. He puts one hand behind her left calf and lifts her leg up. Pulling off her shoe. “I’d be happy to help.” He smiles at the young wife. 

She slightly spreads and closes her thighs before him. Hypnotically drawing his gaze to the tight shorts hugging her pussylips. 

When her pulls her other shoe off he stands and moves next to her. Reaching up high on a shelf. Pretending to get a measuring tape. 

Natasha reaches up and caresses his big cock through his dark green slacks. Already hard and ready. 

When the old man doesn’t protest, she unzips his pants and pulls them down. Then she reaches into his boxers. Gently stroking his dick. 

She pulls it out and kisses the tip. “I never do this for my husband.” She tells him. Looking up at the man above her. Rubbing the tip of his cock against her lips. 

Natasha savors the perversion, as she takes his dick in her mouth. Something she would never do for Alex, she happily does for this stranger. 

The old man groans as she sucks him. He reaches down and places one hand on top of her head. Enjoying the blowjob, until she pulls away. 

The black man helps Nat stand as she pulls her top up. Letting her giant tits bounce out. The old man leans down to kiss and slobber all over her beautiful breasts. 

Natasha gasps as he shoves a hand inside her tight shorts. His fingers groping at her sex. His other hand squeezing a tit while he sucks quite hard on her nipple. Pulling it as far out as he can. She reaches down and strokes his big black dick. Happy to submit to his lusts.  

The old shopkeeper pushes her to her knees and makes her bend over the bench. He spanks her ass a couple times making her squeal, before pulling her shorts down. 

He swats firmly at her exposed sex a few times. Making her thighs clench and the young wife moan. Then, without warning he shoves his dick balls deep into her wet twat. 

Natasha shudders and screams in ecstasy. An orgasm ripping through her beautiful body instantly. The old man grunts as he thrusts. Slapping her round ass in time. 

Nat let’s a long groan escape her ruby lips as she comes down. Her big dangling tits slapping together as the black man fucks her like a machine. 

Her eyes go wide as his thrusts start to come harder and faster. Seeming to pierce her even deeper than before. 

The old man grabs her long black hair and painfully yanks her head back as he cums. They groan together as his dick twitches deep inside. Spilling his seed in the young wife. 

He just leaves her there panting when he is finished. Heading to the door to open back up. 

Nat barely has time to pull up her shorts before the next customer comes in. 

Wednesday evening, Alex is desperately running from Marcel. His little prick still bound in its cage. Snug beneath his pink panties. His eyes wet with tears. 

Kareem laughs over the mall’s speakers as they play hide and seek. The sissy hiding in terror and the black men seeking. Though Kareem’s monitors make the game pretty one sided. 

Marcel has a low powered cattle prod. Strong enough to sting sharply, though. When he catches the sissy he zaps him a couple times. Then tackles the white boy to the floor. 

Marcel laughs and Alex screams as the prod zaps little white balls. His tiny cock tries to get hard. The unwanted erection seemingly caused by the abuse. 

After a few zaps, Marcel lets the sissy get up and run. A brief respite before the next round of pain. 

Alex doesn’t know how much more he can take. A rest from the whole situation sounds wonderful. A place to recuperate. 

He can’t help but think of how quiet Changelawn must be. 

After his shift, Alex is called to his bosses office. Anita has come in early this morning, for important work. 

“Strip you little fuck. I don’t have much time before my big meeting. And I need to get my rocks off to steady my nerves.” She orders him, as she pulls off her blouse and skirt. 

Anita wears a red leather bondage harness underneath. It leaves her pussy bare and supports her giant tits. Though there are holes where her nipples stick out. 

“N...no!” Alex gasps in shock. 

The husky black woman slaps him hard enough to knock him out of his chair. “You don’t talk back to me, fuck cream. Do you want those nasty pictures and perverted videos to show up at your office job?” 

The sissy just sniffles and strips as he stands. What’s one more indignity. 

“Aww. They got you in chastity. Don’t worry, mama’s got the key.” She reaches down and uncages him. 

Alex feels great. His tiny penis is free from its prison. It feels magnificent...For a moment. 

“Lay your shame on the edge of the chair.” She orders in a commanding voice. 

Alex starts to cry as he kneels. Laying his tiny penis and scrotum on the hard metal chair. An obvious target for her cruel pleasure. 

He screams when she brings her stiletto boot down hard on his shrunken manhood. 

Anita stomps half a dozen times. The folding chair clanging and the sissy squealing with each pounding from the boot. 

“Little!..White!..Pussy!..Cuck!...” She growls in time with the stomps.  “Useless!..Sissy!”

When she stops, Alex slides to the floor. Cradling his mashed genitals. Weeping from the pain. Anita grins down at her work. 

She straddles him and tugs the top of her harness until her giant breasts tumble out. Then she presses them against his face. Smothering him beneath her tit flesh. 

At first she can still feel him sobbing. Then he starts to panic when he realizes he can’t breathe. 

She holds him there. Face trapped between two massive black tits as he flails and struggles. Smothering him for a good long minute, before finally letting up. The sissy gasping desperately for air when freed. 

“Ok, you’re turn is over.” She grins. “Now, you make mama feel good.” She leans back and spreads her meaty black thighs. 

His dick throbbing in agony, and his breath not fully returned, Alex docily leans in and buries his face in her wet cunt. Licking and slurping to pleasure his cruel, black, boss. 

After she finally cums, Anita forces the cage back on his pathetic penis. Locking it in place again as he sniffles. Every touch an agony. 

“Get out, you little fuck.” She orders as she pulls her clothes back on. 

***

Thursday evening, after Alex has changed into his ‘work clothes’ Marcel pulls him into the control room. 

“Going to need some action, sissy.” Marcel tells him. He pulls up a folding chair and sits with his legs spread. 

Alex kneels before the bully and pulls out the man’s big black cock. Gently stroking as he has been taught. 

“Good, good.” The tall black man grins. “Now kiss it.” 

Alex looks up at his abuser in horror. “That’s right. Show it how happy it makes you.” Marcel continues. 

When Alex hesitates too long, Marcel slaps him hard. Leaving a bright handprint. “You’re going to suck black dick tonight, sissy. The question is...will you do it after I slap all your damn teeth out.” The black man threatens. 

Alex shudders as he leans close to the big cock he holds in his hand. As he kisses the purple tip, his tiny prick throbs. Still trapped in its little cage. 

Alex’s lips press and rub against the cruel man’s flared tip. The sissy can feel more of his manhood slipping away. How could things have gotten to this point?

He slowly licks up and down Marcel’s long shaft. The black man moaning, “That’s a good girl,” above him. 

When he finally takes the dick in his mouth, his own tiny peanut throbs with pain. Desperately trying to get hard in its cage. 

Alex sucks, and caresses the big cock with his tongue. Feeling a deep shame as it pokes the back of his throat. 

He bobs up and down on Marcel’s dick for what seems forever, before it finally twitches in his mouth. Alex desperately swallows as it spurts it’s hot jizz. Some drizzles down his chin, though. Splattering his smooth chest. 

When he turns to Kareem, the fat man already has his pants off. “I like my balls sucked, bitch. Get them nice and wet.” He orders. 

Alex leans down and licks the man’s balls. He had to lift Kareem’s thick dick up first. Then his tongue caresses the wrinkled, hairy sack. 

He caresses the fat cock resting against his face, as he sucks the ballsack into his mouth. Gently slurping and licking. 

When he moves on to the man’s dick, he can barely fit it in his mouth. Gagging as the fat man grabs the back of his head and forces it, inch by inch into the sissy’s throat. 

Alex’s eyes fill with tears as the cock is forced ever deeper. “Oh man! I didn’t think you’d fit it!” Marcel laughs gleefully. 

The sissy’s tiny, throbbing prick drizzles cum as the fat man’s balls come to rest against the sissy’s chin. His panties soiled by his pathetic jizz. The whole thick schlong is buried in the choking sissy’s throat. 

Alex beats at the man’s black thighs as Kareem begins to throat fuck him. He can feel the cock making his throat bulge as the tip travels up and down. 

His head pounds from lack of oxygen. His jaw aches from being so extended. He can’t imagine anything worse. 

When Kareem groans through his orgasm, his thick dick shoots it’s load directly down the sissy’s gullet. 

Alex is on the verge of passing out when the cock is finally removed. He coughs and gasps, gagging up jizz as he lowers his head to the floor. 

“It’s ok, cocksucker. You’ll learn.” Kareem grins down. 

At the end of his shift, Alex finds the clothes he arrived in missing. “Here. You can wear these.” Marcel grins as he hands the sissy a plastic bag. 

Inside are three small dresses. “From now on, no more men’s clothes for you, bitch. Understand?” The tall man demands. 

With a sinking heart, Alex nods. 

What’s one more emasculation? He’s already sucked dick. 

***

WEEK FOUR

Natasha gleefully took her husband shopping on Saturday. His bullies had ordered him to stop wearing men’s clothes, and she was all too happy to help. 

They donated his old clothes, then went to shop at some boutiques. Alex already felt humiliated, having to wear one of the sundresses that Marcel had sent him home with. A white cotton dress with flowers up the sides. It is low cut and drapes to his knees. He shivers every time he feels a gust of wind reaching up between his thighs. 

His tiny penis keeps twitching in its little cage. Hidden in his pink panties. He can’t help his lower lip from quivering. Some tears wetting his eyes. His manhood disappearing. 

Natasha slowly rifles through racks of cute women’s clothes. Pulling stuff out and holding them up to her sissy husband to check size and style. 

She makes him try on outfit after outfit. Stepping in and out of the changing room. Much to the delight and shock of the other women in the store. He receives plenty of humiliating looks and plenty of giggles from the ladies. 

The worst is the lingerie. Silky nighties, satin panties, lacy one-pieces, and a plethora of training bras. He realizes he would never even be allowed to wear men’s underwear again. 

From this day forward he wouldn’t be able to think of himself as anything but a sissy. 

When he gets to work Sunday night he passes Jake on his way out. Alex can’t bring himself to meet the other man’s eyes. 

His pink and blue dress billows slightly in the breeze as he passes the chubby man. 

When he reaches the office, Marcel grabs him and pulls the sissy into an embrace. “Lookin’ good, baby girl.” The tall man says, as he grabs the white boys ass. 

Soon he is on his knees, sucking first one black cock. Then the other. His own little prick throbbing with excitement in its little steel cage. 

***

When Alex arrives at the mall on Monday night, he is visibly upset. Marcel grabs him and pulls him into another embrace. “Aww, what’s wrong, baby?” The strong black man asks. 

Alex hates how comforted he feels in the bigger man’s arms. Protected. Feminine. 

“I...I...” Alex stammers. Tears filling his eyes. “My boss just texted me. They are concerned about my dressing like a woman. He says it’s distracting. I’ll be fired if you don’t let me dress properly.”

“You are dressed properly, Alexa.” The black man insists. He wipes the white boy’s tears away. “I know what will make you happy, playing with your dollies. Get naked and we will dress you properly.”

Alex frowns at what must be a new humiliation. Still, he submissively pulls his green dress off. Revealing blue satin panties and a small undershirt. Pink and silky. 

Marcel leads him to what looks like a toy shop. The entrance is flanked by two skinny, pink, castle towers. ‘ROYAL TEA ROOM’ is emblazoned on a banner shaped sign between them. Unicorns and princesses are plastered everywhere in the shop. 

Marcel leads the sissy toward the back. Where there are a few racks of clothes. Garish princess costumes in taffeta and lace. A rainbow of pastels. Some of the costumes are quite large. Marcel grins when he pulls one down that will obviously fit the sissy. 

With slumped shoulders, Alex slips into the pink nightmare. Shimmery, with puffy sleeves, and petticoats. The sissy feels a new low. 

“Why don’t you play with your dollies, baby.” Marcel couched the order as a request. Gesturing at a table built for children. 

Alex sighs and kneels next to the table. He grabs a couple fantasy themed dolls and begins to pretend to play in the blue, cloud castle on the table. Feeling ashamed, and silly. 

Marcel kneels next to him. Putting an arm around the sissy’s waist. “That’s a good girl, Alexa.” He says happily. 

Alex makes the little dolls move around the castle. He feels like a nitwit. Then he shivers as he feels Marcel’s hand slip under his dress. Rustling through his petticoats. 

He feels strong black fingers tickle their way up his inner thighs, and into his panties. They flick his caged peanut. Then wrap around his small balls. 

“Do you really need these anymore, Alexa.” The black man whispers in the sissy’s ear. Gently squeezing the sensitive ballsack.  “You are playing with dolls like a little girl. Is there anything of the man left in there?” 

Alex’s tiny penis throbs. Is Marcel right? Had he lost all of his masculinity? A black man is groping his most sensitive spot. He is all too aware of how that man’s dick feels in his mouth. In his throat. 

“I...I don’t want to be a girl.” The whisper barely escapes past Alex’s lips. He can’t bring himself to meet the bully’s eyes though. 

“Are you a man?” Marcel growls. He painfully squeezes the sissy’s tiny balls. 

Alex squeals and drops one of his dolls. “No! No, I’m not a man!” He admits through his pain. 

“What’s your name, little girl.” The black man sneers. 

“Ah...Alexa?” The sissy asks with a sniffle. 

“That’s a good girl.” The black man pets the sissy’s blonde hair. 

Marcel leads Alexa to a mattress store. Stripping as he approaches a king size bed. The black man lays down, pulling the sissy on top of him. Blonde head close to his naked crotch. 

Alexa obediently kisses and licks the tall man’s limp dick. So very big, even when soft. He plants little kisses on the man’s big hairy balls. Almost taking a small delight as Marcel’s cock starts to rise. Getting harder and harder. 

The sissy’s little nub throbs in its cage, as he takes a long lick. From the bottom of the dark shaft, all the way up to the flared tip. 

Alexa moans, his little penis painfully tight in its chastity as he swirls his tongue around the purple flare of the cock tip. Doing his sissy best to please the tall black man. 

He begins to take more and more dick into his mouth. Inch after inch until it presses against the back of his throat. He can’t help but gag, unable to take it any further. 

“Too big, baby girl?” Marcel asks. The sissy nods. 

Alexa tries to tell himself that he doesn’t want to do this, but if he has to he will do it right. 

Marcel rises to his knees and pushes the sissy onto his back, moving around to his head. Alexa opens his mouth and shivers as the black dick slowly pushes in. 

Marcel groans as the tip of his dick enters the sissy’s throat. Alexa begins to panic, but he easily grabs the white boy’s flailing wrists and holds them. 

Alexa can’t breathe as he feels the long cock drill deeper and deeper in his gullet. He makes quiet whimpering noises as the dick violates him. 

Eventually Marcel’s big hairy ballsack comes to rest on the sissy’s eyes. The man grinds them a little. Wanting the pathetic wimp to suffer every indignity. 

Then Marcel begins to thrust. Fucking the sissy deep in his throat. Alexa can’t breathe. Slowly suffocating as his face is used for the bigger man’s pleasure. 

As he is throat fucked, Alexa’s head begins to pound from lack of air. Sweaty balls slap against his face. Bouncing off his clenched eyes. His throat distended abnormally as the dick plunges deep in it. 

Alexa begins to drift. Part of him wants to run away from all this. Why is he still here? Suffering these disgusting, perverted, indignities? 

For a wife who seems to delight in his humiliation? For a house he didn’t want in the first place? 

No! He would refuse. After this. After Marcel is done with him. He will tell the black bully where to stuff it. 

Suddenly, Alexa gasps for air. The big dick gone. Replaced by a gallon of hot jizz. Filling his mouth. Sliding down his throat. Splashing his face. 

Marcel looms above the sputtering white boy. His big dick slowly softening. Looking down with a grin. “What’s your name, baby?” 

“Alexa.” The sissy answers meekly. All thought of defiance gone. 

***

Tuesday, at his regular job, Alexa is called into his boss’s office. His blond head hanging low. 

“I warned you, you little twink.” Mr. Graber stands, chiding the sissy with a raised finger. “This is unacceptable.”

“Yes, sir.” Alexa answers morosely. Not raising his head. The air of defeat palpable around him. 

“To come in here, dressed like this? Ridiculous! You are a disgrace.”

Something in the man’s tone is triggering the small man. His tiny prick throbs in its cage. 

Mr. Graber comes around his big fancy desk. “In my day men had respect. They had a backbone. Courage. You? You’re nothing Alex...”

“Alexa.” The sissy interrupts. 

“Wh...What’s that!” The old man sputters in outrage. 

“My name is Alexa.” The sissy answers. Finally meeting the man’s eyes. 

He doesn’t know why he said it. He doesn’t even feel that small twinge of masculinity trying to fight back. Was it completely gone? Alexa wonders. Did it take Alex with it?

“You’re fired!” The older man huffs. “You should be ashamed!” 

Surprising them both, Mr. Graber reaches out and forces the sissy to bend over the desk. “I’ll...I’ll show you respect.” 

The older man lifts Alexa’s dress up. “Just as I thought.” The old man grumbles when he sees shiny, green silk panties. Only covering half of the sissy’s round ass. 

“Please don’t, sir.” Alexa whimpers. 

The older man grabs the panties and yanks them into the sissy’s asscrack. Revealing even more pale, sissy bottom. 

Alexa tenses at the first sharp blow from the older man’s hand. Then he begins to squeak at each consecutive spank. His ass slowly turns pink as he is punished. 

His little nub is a mass of pain. Unable to get properly hard in its cage. The sound of spanking reverberates around the room. 

Alexa feels his own cum drizzle down his thighs as he has one of his pathetic orgasms. His ass throbs, red with pain. 

Finally, the old man finishes. Alexa drops to his knees. Tears in his eyes. He grapples with Mr. Graber’s belt. Fumbling the man’s fly open and pulling out his soft dick. So much smaller than Marcel’s. 

“Oh! Oh, my!” The old man gasps. Stunned into inaction as the sissy sucks his cock into his mouth. Quickly getting it hard. 

Alexa gently fondles his old boss’s balls as he sucks the man’s dick. Blonde head bobbing up and down in a desperate need to please a real man. 

Mr. Graber cums quickly, with a groan. The sissy easily swallowing the man’s load. 

After he buckles himself back up, the old man reaches down and slaps Alexa across the face, hard. “Get out you pathetic fuck. You’re fired.” Then he circles back to his chair. 

Alexa grabs some things from his office. Disturbed and shaking at how he just acted. He can barely believe what he just did. 

When he gets home, Natasha is surprised to see him so early. “Alex! What are you doing home?” 

“I...I got fired.” He admits shamefully.  “And my...my name is Alexa.” His lower lip quivers. 

His beautiful wife laughs at the absurdity. “Go fold the laundry, you pathetic pussy.” She orders. Lightly slapping his face as she strides by him. 

He stands in the laundry room. Naked except for a light blue training bra. He folds his wife’s clothes. 

Alexa looks down at his caged penis. A worthless bit of nothing. “Why do I even have this?” He asks the empty room. “No one wants it. All it does is bring me pain.” 

His thoughts turn to his boss, Anita, viciously stomping his groin on the folding chair. Of Marcel and Nat pinching and torturing his tiny prick. 

The sissy sniffles. 

That evening, he tells Marcel about what happened. 

After the two black men have a good laugh Marcel says, “Don’t worry sissy. We will take care of you.” 

***

Wednesday, Alexa realizes he is carrying a purse into work. Where had it come from? Did Nat buy it for him? 

He really doesn’t remember. Just another turn on his spiral into the madness that is consuming him. A descent he cannot control, much less stop. 

Soon after he arrives at his only job, his wife strolls in. Looking beautiful in a tiny red dress. Her raven locks spilling past her shoulders. The tops of her black stockings visible, held up by a garter. 

Alexa sighs. Preparing to watch the two men fuck her. Marcel puts a possessive arm around Nat’s waist and leads them out into the mall’s concourse. 

The two black men take the husband and wife to a bridal shop. “Strip.” Kareem orders Alexa. The sissy quickly removes his clothes. 

Marcel and Kareem turn to a smiling Natasha. Closing in on her. “You too.” Marcel grins hungrily. 

The men grab at her dress. Marcel pulling up. Revealing her lack of panties. Kareem yanking down. Letting her big tits free. 

Their strong black hands grope and caress Alexa’s wife as she struggles to get completely naked. She gasps as Marcel presses close behind her. Shoving a pair of fingers up her already wet twat. 

Kareem begins pulling lingerie off the racks in the back of the store. Holding up white lace and silks against both the naked sissy and his wife. Letting his thick hands linger on their bodies as he does. 

Gradually he picks out a set of bridal lingerie for each. Then he begins looking at dresses. Marcel finger fucks Nat the whole time. 

Alexa feels ashamed at how happy his wife looks. How pleased she seems. Being abused by the tall black man. 

When two dresses are selected, the black men suddenly grab Alexa. Laughing as they hold him down. 

“Gotta look the part, bitch.” Marcel taunts as he pulls out an electric razor. 

Alexa struggles for a moment, but the black men slap him into submission. The sissy weeps as they shave off his blonde hair, laughing. 

Natasha stands and watches. A smile on her face. Her fingers rubbing her hungry cunt as her husband is emasculated and abused. 

When they finish, Alexa is completely bald. Kareem rubs the cuck’s round head, then smacks it like a drum. Marcel pulls something out of a bag he had stashed nearby. 

A wig. With long, brown hair. A lustrous mahogany. With ridiculously curly strands. Bouncy, like a cartoon. 

The men spray glue on Alexa’s head while he sits there looking miserable. Then Kareem carefully sets the wig in place. Glueing it on the sissy’s head. 

The two big men dress the couple in lingerie. White garters with matching stockings for both. Tucked into shiny white stiletto high heels. 

Nat gets a tiny white thong. It barely covers anything. While Alexa is dressed in a lacy boy shorts. Sheer enough to see his caged bit of nothing. 

For a top they have Natasha in a silky half cup bra. Too small to hide her nipples. Every movement threatens to have her giant tits fall out. 

Alexa gets a lace nighty. Tight on his frame. Hugging his dick-pierced nipples. It matches well with his shorts. 

Then the dresses. Alex is zipped into a billowing white dress. It has puffy sleeves and a long train. The sissy feels ridiculous in his bouncy wig and wedding dress. He just slumps to his knees and watches as the men help his wife. 

Natasha’s dress is white and lacy. With a low cut neckline to show off her bountiful orbs. It’s tight down to her waist then begins to loosen at her hips. From there to the floor, the dress is lacy and very sheer. Showcasing her stocking clad legs and a few inches of tanned thigh. 

Alexa has to admit. She looks lovely. 

Marcel leads them to the mattress store, while Kareem hurries back to the control room. “We are going to record this. To make a little money” The tall black man explains. “There’s your cameras.” The tall black man announces. Pointing at the two security cameras Kareem controls. As well as two more on tripods. Pointed at the same bed Alexa sucked cock on a couple nights before. 

Soon more men enter the store. A dozen horny black men. Already shedding their clothes. 

Natasha smiles, but looks nervously at Marcel. 

“Don’t worry, girl. You got this.” The black man caresses her tan cheek. “Show me how much of a whore you really are.”

Alexa watches as his wife glides into the crowd. He nearly loses sight of her as they close in. Just glimpses of her white dress among black skin. 

Nat gasps as hands touch her all over. Wasting no time to boldly shove down into her top. Or squeeze her round ass. They grope at her big tits and rub at her soft sex. 

Marcel pats the sissy on his shoulder. “She’s gonna be ruined for white dick after tonight.” the bully says, almost regretfully. “Course she already doesn’t want yours. Does she?” 

Alexa shakes his head sadly. Part of him misses real sex. Even if he hadn’t been allowed it very often. 

“I need you to play the outraged husband for the video.” The black man orders. 

First, Marcel takes a close up shot of the sissy’s wedding band. “Good, great! Now go demand they leave your wife alone.” The tall man orders. 

The sissy nods timidly. Then he steps closer to the raucous group. “Huh...hey. Leave her alone. Leave my wife alone.” He finds he can’t raise his voice at the real men. Not even if he is acting. 

The men shout at him. “Fuck off!” “Little shit!” Marcel pushes the sissy closer. “You think you can do something!” “Pussy!”

A few men gang up on Alexa. For a moment he sees his wife. Held by naked black men. The top of her wedding dress has been tugged down. Her big tits bare. Black hands squeezing them. The look on her face is one of excitement. She obviously wants what’s happening. 

Then the other men are slapping and pushing the sissy. Alexa squeals as strong hands smack all over his little body. His face, his ass, stomach, and even his caged penis. 

They rear at his own wedding dress. Ripping the sissy out of it. Laughing and insulting the wimp as his bridal lingerie is exposed. 

“No! No! Please stop!” He begs. “You can have her! You can fuck my wife!” He offers. Giving in to the real men. 

As they shove him to the floor, he hears a loud RRRIIIIP! Natasha’s White dress being torn away. Then a quiet snap! as a strong hand tears off her panties. 

They drag her to the bed. Forcing her to her hands and knees. Nat gasps as the first black cock enters her from behind. She groans as the unfamiliar black man fucks her white pussy. 

Her cries are quickly cut off as another man shoves his own dick in her mouth. He grabs her black hair and face fucks the beautiful wife. His dick thrusting deep in her throat. 

All Alexa can do is watch as the men roughly abuse the woman he loves. 

There is no respect, no tenderness. The men use her like a worthless whore. Just an object to stroke against and cum into. Then toss her, soiled into the trash. 

She seems to prefer it that way, Alexa realizes. Nat has a look of bliss on her face. Even as she chokes and gags on black cock. Her mascara starts to run and her forehead gets sweaty. 

Soon the first man is done. Depositing a load in the whore’s twat. He hops off the bed and steps over to Alexa. Even as the next man takes his place in the beautiful wife. 

The black man grins as he wipes his slimy dick on the sissy’s cheek. “Open wide.” He orders. 

Alexa takes the man’s slimy cock in his mouth. Soft, and big. He sucks and licks it clean. Tasting the man’s cum mingled with his own wife’s juices. 

Over and over. Men fuck Natasha, and Alexa cleans them. By the tenth man, she looks exhausted. On her back now. her stocking clad legs in the air, spread wide. The white torn and dirty. A man lifts her hips to fuck her up her tight ass. She protests at that. More from the pain, than any sense of shame. A few slaps put her back in her place though. 

Some of the men had started having the sissy husband suck their limp dicks back to life. Excited to have a round two. 

The men gang bang Natasha late into the night. Alexa in his white lingerie, fluffing and cleaning slimy black dicks the whole time. Marcel and Kareem catching the whole show on camera. 

As the men start to finish, one by one, they dress. On their way out they throw bills down on the still kneeling sissy. As if paying for fucking his whore wife. The bills sticking to his jizz covered body. 

Three one dollar bills each. A total of thirty six dollars. A cheap payment for fucking the woman he loves to exhaustion. 

Marcel steps up to him and lifts his left hand. Grinning at the camera. He slips the sissy’s wedding ring off. 

Alexa barely has time to stammer, “Hey!” before the tall black man snips it to pieces with sturdy wire cutters. Laughing cruelly down at the sissy. Natasha passed out on the bed, a beautiful mess. 

***

Natasha slept most of Thursday. Exhausted by her ordeal. Her whole body ached. Especially her well used cunt, her reamed ass, her red tits, and her sore throat. 

Alex went to work. Still a little dazed by the night before, and by what his life had become. He kept rubbing where his wedding band had been. 

There was nothing left. Nothing the bullies could do. Nat would probably leave him when she woke up. Without a job, and without his penis, there wasn’t anything he could offer her. 

“Hey there, baby girl.” Marcel calls as the sissy steps into the control room. 

Alexa wears tight booty shorts and a tank top. Both pink with grey edging. He had been too tired to put anything else on. 

“We didn’t get a piece of that sweet ass last night.” The tall man complains. “So you got to take care of us.” 

Alexa didn’t notice the fat man’s grin as he dropped to his knees. 

“Naw! You got to offer up your virgin ass, bitch.” Marcel sneers. 

Alexa jumps up with shock. Not that! Surely not that! Why? Why would they even want to?

“No...no, I...” The sissy stammers. He can see the predatory looks in their eyes, though. 

Alexa turns and stumbles out into the mall. He has gotten used to walking in heels, but running is a different matter. 

The two bullies chase after him. Laughing and whooping. 

Alexa makes it to the big glass doors with seconds to spare. Only to find them locked. A look of horror on his face as the men grab him and drag him away. 

They slap and kick the sissy as they drag him screaming through the mall. Not hard enough to damage him. Just enough to prove they have total control. 

He is tossed back on that bed. Still soiled from the night before. Marcel grabs the sissy’s shorts and yanks. They rip as they are pulled off. 

Kareem laughs and slaps the sissy’s pale ass as Marcel strips. Alexa lays on the bed and sobs. Terrified at what’s coming next. 

Marcel lubes up his big dick. Then he climbs on top of the sissy. “Beg me for it, bitch!”

Part of him wants to. Part just wants to lay there and accept his place. But part of his manhood still lays buried deep inside. Alexa shakes his head, no. 

“That’s ok, pussy. Once I pop this cherry, you won’t have any ‘no’ left in you.”

Alexa feels the black man’s strong fingers groping at his ass. Easily sliding against his pale globes, smearing the lube around. 

“You got a sweet ass, baby.” The tall man leans down and whispers in the white boy’s ear. “How sweet is that sissy pussy?”

Alexa’s eyes go wide as strong fingers slip between his asscheeks. His anal bud tightens as a fingertip starts to circle his little virgin flower. Gently playing with his clenched hole. 

“That’s a girl. Make it nice and tight for daddy.” Marcel whispers. 

The sissy’s eyes clench shut as the slimy finger forces itself into his tight ass. spreading him horribly open. Just in to the first knuckle. Rubbing lube into the sensitive spot. 

A shiver flows through Alexa, at the violation. Tickling his feet. All the way up his smooth legs. Throbbing in his tiny caged penis. Fluttering in his tummy. Shivering his pierced nipples. A girly gasp in his throat. Fluttering his eyelids. Then tingling along his scalp. 

Suddenly, it’s gone. A wave of relief washes through Alexa. For just a moment he can believe that his torment is over. That the worst isn’t yet to come. 

Marcel spreads the sissy’s pale cheeks wide. He buries his cock along Alexa’s ass. Letting the cuck’s bottom wrap back around his dick. 

Alex gasps as the big black man dry humps him. The huge dick nestled in between his cheeks. Running along his sissy asscrack. 

“After this, your ass will be broken in.” Marcel gloats. “Hungry for any black dick you can find.”

Marcel gives the white boy’s ass a firm slap. Then he lines himself up. Alexa can feel the velvet tip of the black man’s cock rubbing against his tight anal flower. 

The last bit of masculinity screams in his mind as the black dick slowly spreads him open. The pain drives into his very soul. Burning away the rest of his fragile ego. 

Alexa wails and clenches at the mattress as Marcel drives into his sweet ass. Inch by burning inch. The sissy’s body shudders from overwhelming sensation. 

When black balls finally come to rest against pale cheeks, the last of the sissy’s manhood is truly gone. Alexa just lays there sniffling. 

“Ooh! Bitch is really tight!” The tall man gloats. 

Marcel grabs the back of the sissy’s head. Forcing his face against a pool of dried jizz. Then he pulls most of the way out. Leaving the sissy feeling strangely empty. 

Only for a moment. 

He roughly drives back in. Knocking the wind out of the wimp. Fucking Alexa with a swift, strong cadence. The sissy gasping with a voice that sounds more feminine with each thrust. 

The pain seems to recede as the sissy lets go. Relaxing into the abuse and violation. Accepting it. Alexa’s moans turn from pain to a sort of pleasure. His tiny prick drizzles sissy com beneath him. 

Alexa feels every twitch of the man’s cock up and down his sissy ass when Marcel cums. Filling his gaping asshole with hot jizz Before finally pulling out and stepping away. 

“My turn?” Kareem lightly pats the broken sissy’s ass. 

“Puh...please.” The wretch moans. “Please fuck me.” Alexa’s voice is clear, and obedient. 

The sissy groans loudly as Kareem’s thick cock spreads his ass wide. The fat man heavy and sweaty above him. 

Marcel grins at the broken sissy. “Are you my good girl?” He asks. 

Alexa looks up with a weak smile as she is fucked. “Yes, sir.” 

“Time to go to the institute?” The black man asks with a smirk. 

Alexa nods. The fat man wraps a hand around the sissy’s cheek. Pressing his thick thumb to Alexa’s lips. 

The sissy obediently sucks on the meaty thumb. Wishing it was a cock, but happy to show her submission. Kareem’s thick dick pushes her toward another sissy orgasm. Useless sissy prick not even getting hard now, before it drizzles cummies. 

Time to be a good girl. 

***

“Welcome, Alexa.” The beautiful redhead psychiatrist smiles warmly. 

Alexa stands in front of a grinning Natasha, whose brilliant green eyes meet the doctor’s. 

“Don’t worry, we will give her all the care she needs.” The psychiatrist assures the amazing wife. “We are very progressive.”

Alexa’s eyes lift up from the floor for the first time to see the janitor. Just down the hall. A big black man. ‘Nadier’ embroidered on the pocket of his uniform. 

Their eyes meet and cum drizzles from the sissy’s tiny caged bump. Drizzling on the floor below as she cums. 

Alexa is bent over the desk in her room. Skirt pulled up. Nadier’s big black dick is buried balls deep in the sissy’s ass, as Alexa lets out a feminine squeak with each powerful thrust. 

Just a few halls away the psychiatrist sits on the edge of her big mahogany desk. Her skirt is also pulled up. Her jacket and blouse are open. Her big tits are pulled out of a green, silk bra. 

She squeezes her tits with one hand. Her other has a handful of Natasha’s hair. She grinds her wet twat on the kneeling woman’s face. As the raven haired woman obediently licks at the doctor’s pussy. 

Nat has been stripped to a garter and stockings. Kneeling on the floor to pleasure the other woman. Behind her kneels another black janitor. His jumpsuit unzipped down far enough to free his big black dick. ‘Terrance’ on his pocket. 

He pounds Natasha from behind. A big shit eating grin on his face. 

“Sexual addiction is a serious matter, Mrs. Wimplton.” The Doctor informs her. The janitor reaches down and squeezes her tits painfully hard. Natasha groans with a mixture of pain and excitement. “Don’t worry, though. We have room enough to treat you here too.” 

The redhead cruelly twists Natasha’s right nipple. The brunette squeals into the woman’s wet cunt. “I’m sure we can put you in your place.” The psychiatrist gives the beautiful wife an evil grin. 

Back in her room, the janitor pulls out of Alexa. A torrent of cum draining out of the sissy’s gaping ass. 

Before she can even catch her breath, another janitor enters the room. Already pulling out his big hard dick. Another dozen black janitors line the hall behind him. 

It takes a lot of work to maintain a facility that size.