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Glitter & Glam!

By Satinslip

Concept by Devin Dickie

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***DEVIN DICKIE NOTE***

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

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

Glitter and Glam 

By SatinSlip

Where is the Music? (Episode 46, Electric Snakes: air; 2003) 

In 1988 the band ​Electric Snakes​ replaced all four band members overnight. In the space of a day, this top fifty band broke up. Only to be replaced with imposters by their record label. Who, at that point owned the band and all its rights. 

This coup would have long lasting effects on their fans, the fans of another glam band, as well as music industry insiders for years to come. 

The true story has never before been told by those who lived it. ...until now... 

Part I, From Kneeling Beginnings 

Benny (Boomin’ Benny):​ Oh yeah, man. Thing was, we didn’t start out to be a hair band. You know? 

Me and Timothy. Originally our sound was more pop rock. Softer with a fifties and sixties vibe. The long hair and glitter came later. 

Heck, I always planned on becoming a pilot. You know, fly one of those big seven-forty-sevens? Music was just this side thing in high school. 

It really all started with a girl, you know? 

I’d always had this big round ass. A real girly butt. In school the girls all loved it. Which was great, until they actually got my pants off. 

It was the tail end of my senior year. I’d just turned nineteen and was jazzed to be graduating soon... 

(Flashback.​ ​Benny, 1984) ​I nibble my bottom lip as Kirsten kisses my neck. Her hands caress my hairless chest under my T-shirt. Her knee rubs against the outside of my thigh. 

I’ve never been confident with girls. I’m short. With a husky physique, and round feminine features. I have a great ass, though. Round and a bit big on me. But my penis is on the small side apparently. 

Something my last two girlfriends let me know loudly and cruelly. Acts that have kind of shot my confidence. 

Kirsten, on the other hand is a stunning example of beauty. A kissable face. Athletic body. Breasts that look like more than a handful. All topped by a cute mop of blonde hair. 

That’s why I’m nervous as Kirsten’s right hand finds my fly. Her other hand moves up to my hair. Chestnut brown and naturally shiny. 

My mom always made me wear it a bit long. Especially in back. Right now it was pulled back into a braided rat-tail. 

She unzips my pants and slides her hand into my white briefs. I slide my left hand under the back of her red T-shirt and gently stroke the small of her back with the tips of my fingers. 

My other hand grips her breasts through her shirt. I delight in the soft squish of her tits. Even through what feels like a thick bra. I can feel the texture of lace under her cotton tee. 

I gasp when her fingers find my penis. Already half hard. She grins and squeezes me gently then presses her lips to mine. Our tongues wiggle together as she tugs my little soldier a bit roughly. Eager to get things started. 

We both moan our passion as we kiss. I pull her shirt up and we separate for a moment so I can pull it off. 

I get a brief flash of creamy mounds held in by a blue lace bra. Then our faces are pressed together again. 

My penis throbs in her hand until it reaches its full length. I have both my hands on her tits. Palms and thumbs squeezing her through her bra. Fingers on her cleavage. Relishing her warmth and her softness. 

My excitement shivers through me as Kirsten pulls back. In one fluid motion she unhooks and pulls off her bra. Tossing it with a victorious grin. 

Her big tits tumble free. Bouncing like delicious jello. Her little brown nipples hard in the sea of creamy breasts. 

She gives me a moment to grab and play. Squeezing and jiggling them before she pushes me back and grabs my pants. 

With a grunt, she tugs them down to my knees. My underwear too... 

Then she gasps. A hand flying to her mouth in shock. “What the fuck!” Her normally musical voice sends shards of icy fear through my soul. 

“Wha...what?” I ask. Leaning back up on my elbows.

“You’re tiny!” Her eyes are wide as she looks down at my crotch. “N...no...it’s fine. I’m average.” I try to insist. My voice a 

noticeable whine.

“You’re itty-bitty!” She smirks now. “You’ve got a baby penis.” 

“I...I...we can...we can stop...if you want.” My sight gets blurry and I’m trying not to cry. 

“You actually wanted to fuck me with that?” She asks incredulously. As if I offered some sort of clumsy insult. “As if!” 

Kirsten reaches down and there’s a quiet Snap! as she flicks the tip of my penis. Stars flash across my vision and I whimper from the pain. 

“That’s pathetic! You’re pathetic!” She berates me. Her insults wounding me more than her flicking fingers. 

My penis bounces back and forth as she uses both hands to painfully flick. Her big tits jiggling at the action. Her fingers snapping it on one side, then the other. A tiny ping-pong match as I whimper and sniffle. 

“You little fuck. You got me all worked up for nothing.” She’s growling now. Moving from insulted to angry. 

“I’m...I’m, sorry.” I whine. “I can’t help it.”

“No? Well maybe I can!” She growls.

Kirsten grabs my small shaft and yanks it up. Squeezing 

painfully. I wail and arch my back as she lifts. Stretching my little penis as far as it can go without tearing off. 

“Pleaseohpleaseohplease!” I beg, gasping through the pain. 

When she finally lets go, she grins at me cruelly. “Fuck I’m horny. Let’s try it anyway.” She pulls her own jeans off as I lay here moaning. 

“Hurry up, pussy.” She orders. Propping herself on her elbows and spreading her creamy thighs. 

I pull my pants away from my ankles. Then I scramble to my hands and knees, slightly above her. My little penis throbbing with pain. 

Kirsten pulls me down on top of her. Her hand roughly grabbing my wounded soldier and guiding it to her soft cunny. 

At first there is only pain. Her pussy grips my tormented penis tight as I thrust. Kirsten moaning below me. 

Then I’m fully in. 

“That’s it?” She growls. Her eyes wide above beautiful, frowning lips. I just nod. 

She shakes her head. “Pathetic. You’ll be a failure as a man.” 

She slaps my cheek. Making me gasp from shock and pain. Before I can respond, she wraps her legs around me and squeezes. 

“Thrust, you pathetic worm!” She nearly shouts. 

I grunt as I push into her. My pain soon turning to pleasure as I thrust. Kirsten starts to moan. Her body writhing beneath me as she becomes wrapped in her own bliss. 

Then my balls clench, and I groan as I cum. “That’s it? You little, worm!” She hisses in anger as I shiver through my quick orgasm. 

Kirsten shoves me off of her. “We’re through! You couldn’t satisfy a barbi doll with that useless thing!” 

She aims a kick at my groin as she stands, but I scramble away like a beaten wretch. 

In a huff, she pulls on her clothes and is gone. Leaving me with tears in my eyes and a limp, little noodle. 

Benny: ​So yeah, after that I was pretty down for a while. The only thing that seemed to cheer me up was my music. 

Me an’ my best friend Tim started playing more and more. He suggested we try to play at parties. You know, make a little cash. I was like, yeah. We could do that. 

I was ok on my bass, and my singing voice was passable. Timothy on the other hand, he could shred his guitar like a god. Even then he was a marvel to behold. 

He’s really the only reason we got any gigs at all. A party here, smoky bar there. A lot only paid us in a hot meal. 

It was exposure, though. 

After high school we got this little apartment together. Doing odd jobs and the occasional paying gig let us scrape by for the next year or so. 

Playing the music felt great, man. Every time. It was something magical that flowed through us. 

Wasn’t all happy times though. Like the night we played for that frat. 

We were the last of three local bands to play. Beer and girls flowed freely around the pool for the preppy assholes. 

Then Timothy recognized a couple of our bullies from high school in the crowd... 

(Flashback.Benny,1985)I​ seeTimothy’sbrightblueeyesgo wide as he turns to look at me. Fear writ large on his face. He nods out into the rowdy crowd and I feel a shiver of terror. 

Dan and his buddy, Marco. Two jocks from our old school who had made many days a living hell. 

They are out there. Swilling bear and laughing loudly. A few girls smiling and batting pretty eyes at them. 

I try to shrug nonchalantly, and nod. We hit a few sour notes, but get back into the flow of the song soon enough to not be noticed by the drunk partygoers. 

We finish the set, and I can tell Timothy is still nervous as we quickly exit the stage. I start packing up our gear as he rushes off to get paid. 

When everything is in the car, I realize Tim has been gone a while. I hear laughter and head over to see what’s going on. 

“See? I told you he was a pussy.” Dan and Marco flank a sniffling Timothy. Pushing him back and forth while some other college boys laugh. 

Tim is a bit taller then me. And athletic, but he looks tiny next to the big bullies. His black hair coming undone from the short ponytail he usually keeps it in. 

“Hey! There’s his girlfriend.” Marco bellows, noticing me. “Get over here cocksucker.” 

I shiver as I step close to the bullies. “Look, we just want to get paid.” I suggest. Hoping we can just get out of here quick. 

One of the frat boys pulls out a small wad of cash, but Dan grabs it. “Sure, sure. First though, I want to see you run.” 

Marco grins at his friend’s suggestion. “Yeah, pussy! You got to run around the pool with your hands on your heads.” 

A few boys laugh at a joke I don’t get. Yet. 

“Uh, ok.” I nod and place my hands on my head. Timothy does the same. His hands shaking. 

Then the boys grab us. Holding our hands in place. “Not like that, fuckwit.” Dan grins, grabbing my jeans. “Naked!” 

We struggle as strong hands yank and pull at our clothes. “No! No!” I can hear Tim protesting. I whimper as my jeans and underwear are pulled down, then off. 

“Look at his tiny ween!” Dan points at my crotch. Hands begin to let go as we become fully nude. 

“You got to run all the way around the pool.” Marco warns. Shaking a finger in my face as if he is scolding a toddler. 

“Yeah. Hands on your heads.” Dan reminds us. 

Sniffling, Timothy steps close to me. I can’t help noticing his penis is bigger than mine. Probably by a couple inches. 

I’ve never wanted anything else in life so much, as to cover my shamefully small penis. I must be blushing like a tomato as we step out from behind the stage. Into the raucous crowd. 

Timothy and I hustle through the throng of people. Our nudity is noticed right away as strangers start to laugh at us. 

The guffaws of men, and even worse the titters of the women make me feel humiliated on a level I could never have imagined. 

“Look at his tiny nubbin!” One girl exclaims. Pointing and laughing as I push past. 

The crowd seems endless, and the pool infinite as we slowly make our way around. My tiny penis seems to shrivel up and shrink as it’s pointed at and mocked. Like it’s trying to crawl back up inside me for safety. 

After an eternity of shame, we make it back behind the stage. Dan and the boys laughing and joking. 

“Ok, ok. Here’s your money, wimp.” He says as he hands me the bills. “Let’s escort them to their car.” He announces. 

The bullies don’t let us dress. They shove us out into the crowd. Then through the party and out to our beat up old gremlin. 

We sit in the front. Completely naked as Dan tosses our clothes in the back. “Get the fuck out of here, pussies.” He snarls one last time through my passenger side window. 

With a whimper, Timothy starts the car and we take off. Leaving the laughing fraternity behind us. 

Benny:​ There were a lot of times in those days that I was just ready to give up. Not Tim, though. But that night was a breaking point for me. 

Me and Tim got into a big fight about it. He loved the music, see. Didn’t want to give up. Begged me to give it another go. 

I told him we needed something real. Like, we were about to miss our rent. Again. 

He told me he could get something. Man, he did too. We opened for the ‘​Gutter​ ​Spanks’​ . Playing at Hibberton Auditorium. Like a real venue! 

I know they aren’t heard of now, but the Spanks were an up and coming punk band. Not just a local group. The money was good too. Not quite enough, but encouraging. 

Tim never really told me how he got the gig. Just that the booking agent had been a family friend. 

I do know that after he told me the news, he went into his room and wouldn’t come out till the next day... 

Timothy:​ Mr. Greer. Yes. He had been a friend of the family as I grew up. 

I’d known about his fondness for pretty young men since he made a pass at me during my eighteenth birthday party. 

I had an idea of what he’d ask if I wanted a favor... 

(Flashback. Timothy, 1985)​ “Do, you want to play for the Spanks?​ ” The older man asks. 

I nod. My eyes have a hard time meeting his. “Yes, sir.” 

He gets up from behind his big oak desk with a groan. He stands just under six feet. His unbuttoned suit jacket showing off a portly belly that strains the buttons on his shirt. 

His head is ringed with hair. Topped by a combover. His puffy lips grin at me in a predatory way. 

He isn’t smoking , but he always looks like he’s just pulled a cigar from his mouth to talk. 

He sits on the big leather couch. Patting the spot next to him. “C’mon. Sit. Don’t be shy. Let’s discuss this ‘favor,’ shall we?” 

I tremble as I stand and cross over to him. Sitting on the couch where he gestures. Mr. Greer casually rests his hand on my thigh as he explains his responsibilities in helping set up a concert. 

After a few minutes the older man grins at me. “We should get more comfortable.” He unbuckles his belt and pulls his shirt out of his slacks. Unbuttoning the bottom pair of buttons. 

“Ah! That’s better.” He gasps happily as he unbuttons his slacks and unzips them a few inches. I can see a shiny blue strip of his silk boxers. 

“Here, let me help you.” He reaches across me and fumbles at my jeans. 

I...I should protest. I should stop him. I don’t...I don’t want this. But I’ve always been too timid. Too weak. Non-confrontational. Plus, I can’t say I didn’t expect this...but we need his help.

He opens my fly. Spreading it wide. Showing off a generous 

amount of my white briefs. His hand moves back to my thigh as he talks. 

“You see Timmy, it takes a very special band to open for the Gutter Spanks.” I’ve always hated being called Timmy. It makes 

me feel like people don’t respect me. Like they view me as a little kid. 

“I think you probably are special. I just need to be sure.” His hand slides over my crotch. Into my open jeans. His chubby fingers begin to rub my penis through my underwear. 

I whimper as the older man grins at me. “Very special, I think.” He says as my penis twitches from his stimulation. “In theory I could add you to the opening list. We have three slots...” 

Mr. Greer strokes me as he talks. I find it hard to follow his words as I slowly get hard under his fingers. 

He grabs my whole shaft when I’m fully erect. Gently squeezing my erection through my underwear. Then he boldly pushes my briefs down. Revealing my hard penis. 

My eyes tear up a little as he leans over me again. “Very special.” He grins. His fingers gently grip the sides of my shaft. They feel hot and rough against my sensitive skin. He begins to slowly jerk me as his face leans closer. 

His lips press against mine and I don’t pull away. I feel ashamed that I won’t refuse, shame that I’m willing to let him do this for a job. 

His tongue presses insistently past my lips. Exploring my mouth with glee. His fingers gently pinch the spongy tip of my penis every time he reaches the top. Then slide back down my shaft before rubbing my balls. 

Minutes pass as the older man molests me. I try not to cry at my humiliation. I want to pretend I’m somewhere else, but I can’t. Not with his hand playing my penis like an instrument. Not with his tongue wrestling mine in my own mouth. 

He grabs the wrist of my right hand and pulls it down to his open slacks. This...this is it. This is the moment that things go too far. When I should stand up. Be a man. 

Instead, I submit to the perversion he forces upon me. I become a willing participant in my emasculation. Tears roll down my cheeks as I whimper. 

I rub Mr. Greer’s crotch through his silk boxers. I...I feel his penis. The first I’ve ever touched. Other than my own. 

He’s already hard. He seems short and thick. My fingers rub up and down his stubby shaft. Then trace the outline of his cock through the smooth underwear. Rubbing for a moment under his flared tip. A place I love to be touched. 

Without being told, I slip my hand into his boxers. Maybe if I just get this over with quickly... 

I grip his dick and begin vigorously tugging. Hoping to get him off fast...oh god! I’m hoping to get another man off! 

Mr. Greer begins to thrust his groin at me as I stroke him. Groaning in my mouth as we kiss. Pleased by my submission. 

Suddenly he pulls away. “Time to show just how special you can be.” He tells me. Pushing me off the couch. 

I drop to my knees before him. Looking down with horror as he pulls his dick out of his underwear. 

“It’s real easy.” He assures me. I look up. He seems to loom above me. Even just sitting on the couch. Like he is my master and I beg forgiveness at his feet. “Just open your mouth and suck on it.” 

I gulp hard and nod. Then I lean down. Gingerly grabbing his stubby mushroom between my fingers. 

His dick is much thicker than mine, but shorter. Maybe five inches erect. Pink and squishy, with a darker almost red tip. 

I open my mouth and slide over Mr. Greer’s penis. Taking as much of him in my mouth as I can. My tummy rumbles and my penis seems to throb at my shame. 

I rub my tongue up and down his shaft as I gently suck. “That’s a good boy.” He moans above me. “A good special boy. Play with my balls too.” 

I reach into his boxers and my fingers find his balls. They seem big to me, like nearly golf ball sized. And hairy. A thick thatch of bristly fur. 

I gently squeeze and fondle them. His dick filling my mouth as I obediently suck. Nearly triggering my gag reflex. 

“Moan, too. I’d like that.” He orders. He runs his fingers through my hair. Petting me like I’m his favorite bitch. 

My dick twitches as I moan for the older man’s pleasure. There can be no pretending I am not a man in this moment. 

It seems like I suck his dick for hours, but it’s probably only a couple minutes. Mr. Greer grabs my hair and holds my head in place as he grunts. Thrusting his crotch into my face. 

Oh god! I feel his balls clench in my hand. Pumping their load. His dick...ugh...his dick twitches in my mouth. Foul and horribly animated. 

Then it sprays a disgusting slime into the back of my throat. Bitter and warm. My tummy grumbles in protest at the taste. 

With the older man holding my head, I have no choice but to swallow. His cock shooting stream after stream into my mouth. Faster than I can guzzle it. 

Finally he pushes me away. I cough and gag. Cum dripping down my chin. I wipe it with the back of my hand. 

“Don’t waste it, boy.” He warns me. 

I look down at the pale goo on my hand. Then with a frown, I lick it up. 

“Good! Good! I think we have a deal.” He stands and wipes his softening dick clean in my long black hair. “Kiss it to seal our deal.” 

I lean in again and press my lips to his squishy tip. Laying a series of kisses on his dick. 

Benny:​ That night was amazing. Our first real show. People cheered for us. Sure they were there for someone else, but it felt like we were on top of the world. 

Plus, that’s where we met Cyril. That’s where everything turned around for us. 

See, I could barely hold a note. Timothy wasn’t a bad singer, but he wasn’t star status. You know? 

Cyril though, man could he sing. 

He approached us after the concert. Offered to buy us a late meal at a diner. The three of us hit it off and that was basically that. 

We all got a place together. Me and Tim and Cyril and his girl Mandy. It was a nice house just outside of the city. Plenty of space to set up a small practice area. 

Later we would turn it into a recording studio. 

Cyril suggested we change into a Glam Rock band. It was more his style, and really popular. Me an Tim, we were willing to do anything to feel that high again. So we agreed. 

Mandy showed us how to put on makeup. I started to grow my hair out, and we practiced a new style of music. 

Cyril wasn’t just a singer, he was an amazing songwriter too. With Timothy helping out on the tunes they started churning out some amazing songs. 

I wish I could say I helped, but that really wasn’t my strong suit. Together they belted out ​Piercing Hills a​ nd​ Wet Jeans Dreams​ in just a couple weeks. 

We really only had a couple small hiccups in those days... 

(Flashback, Benny, 1985)​ I thought I was the only one home when I stepped into the shower. I just got back from meeting with a couple drummers. 

Cyril is right. If we really want to make it, we need someone good to play drums. 

He was supposed to head home while I went on to pick up our leotards. Cyril changed his mind and he went instead. Now I have my afternoon free. 

“Mmm, don’t get the house to ourselves very often.” I tense at the see musical voice behind me. Mandy! 

A pair of hands grab my hips, then slide around to my groin. Delicate fingers swarm over my little penis. 

“Ooh! Water too cold, honey?” She asks. 

I turn around. Cheeks red with humiliation. Mandy stands behind me. Her eyes fluttering open in all her naked glory. 

She is a teen’s wet dream. She has a slender body with a cute round ass. A pair of Double-D’s that look magnificent in a sweater. A cute, girl next door face. With kissable lips, and naughty green eyes. Topped by a head of curly blonde hair. 

“Benny!” She gasps. Her hands jerking up to cover her tits. “Where’s Cyril?” 

They had grown up together, and had been high school sweethearts. Cyril worshiped her, and I thought she felt the same. “I...uh...he went on. He went to check out the costumes.” I can’t 

tear my eyes away from her big tits. Barely covered by her hands. “Well, shit!” She stamps her foot. Then she slips.

Mandy lands hard on her round ass. Squealing in shock and 

sliding between my legs. Nearly dropping me too. Her tits bounce and jiggle as she desperately grabs the side of the shower stall for any support. 

Her face is nearly touching my crotch. Her eyes seem glued to my penis. “So tiny.” She whispers. A little, mirthful grin on her rosy lips. 

I squeak and move my hands down to cover my shame. “Oh! Oh, I’m sorry.” She says as she starts to stand back up. “It’s just so teeny-weeny.” 

“I...I...I...” My face burns as I stammer. 

“I guess Cyril doesn’t have anything to worry about from you. Does he?” She gently pats my shoulder. I shake my head slowly. “Because?” She probes. 

“Be...because I have a s...small penis?” I whimper. 

Mandy grins. Pleased at her discovered power over me. “That’s right.” She reaches down and gently swats my hands away from my groin. As if chiding a misbehaving child. “No woman would want ‘this’ inside her. Would she?” Mandy pinches the tip of my penis a little painfully, tugging on my little wee. 

“N...no.” I answer. Tears in my eyes. 

“Oh! Oh, don’t cry like a little girl.” She wipes gently at my eyes. “Here, you lather me up. Then I’ll make you feel real good.” 

She gives me a grin and hands me the soap. I dab a good lather between my hands. Then I gulp as I place them on her hips. 

“Don’t be shy.” She says. Leaning in slightly. Her hand reaches down and gently grips my little wee. Softly squeezing and tugging. “I want to get nice and clean.” 

My hands tremble as I caress her flanks. Then around to lather up her tummy. I look up at her twinkling eyes as my hands push up onto her big breasts. 

I softly squeeze and rub her beautiful round orbs. “That seems more like playing, than washing.” She chides me. 

“S...sorry.” I move my hands onto her shoulders. 

“It’s ok.” She laughs. Holding my little penis between her thumb and index finger, she cups my balls with the rest of her hand. 

All too soon she is washing the suds off under the hot water. Then she turns to me. “Turn around. Put your palms on the wall.” She swats my bubble butt as I turn. Making me jump in shock. I 

bend slightly and put my hands to the wall as she reaches around me. Her fingers gripping my hard little nub. 

“I want you to keep telling me how pathetic your little sissy penis is as I jerk your off. Understand?” 

I nod. “I...I’m pathetic.” I start. Her fingers begin stroking me. Moving quicker and quicker. “My penis cant satisfy a woman. It’s too tiny.” 

My body shivers. Even though I feel totally humiliated, I can’t help the pleasure building up inside. 

“It’s...it’s shameful. I’m so small. I just have a tiny, sad button. Instead of a dick I have a dicklette.” 

I groan as I cum. My jizz shooting against the wall in front of me. Two squirts... 

Then Mandy grabs my balls with her free hand. Both hands squeeze me painfully tight. Crushing my little scrotum and mashing my sad little wee. 

She turns my blissful orgasm into a painful train-wreck. My body shudders as it tries and fails to cum. Shooting a pain more intense than her crushing fingers to all my nerve endings. Making my tummy ache. 

I slide down the wall. Mandy laughing and kneeling with me. Making sure to keep crushing my pathetic manhood. 

There’s a squeaking sound as my cheek presses against the wall and slides down it. Stoping for a moment as my face is dragged through my own, hot jizz. 

Mandy lets go when she feels my balls stop clenching. My ruined orgasm over. She steps out of the shower. Leaving me curled up and wracked with pain. Waves of it still drifting lazily through me. 

“That’s for looking at my tits. You tiny dicked sissy.” She says as she leaves the bathroom. 

Benny:​ Yeah, so I mostly avoided Mandy after that. Anytime our eyes would meet, she’d give me a little knowing smirk. 

Though I’ll tell you. The very next time I masturbated, it was one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had. 

Even if it was a little painful. 

We added a guy named Sean to the band. A redhead from Ireland. A short, husky dude. A couple inches smaller than me, but wide as a brick wall. 

He was intense. Good drummer, though. Had a streak of mean in him. Drank a lot. 

We started getting regular, paying gigs. With the new sound, and a full band we were becoming quite popular locally. 

On stage we wore full body leotards. White with blue and green ribbons. We had colorful makeup. Flamboyant blues, heavy around the eyes, with hints of glitter. I had to wear a wig, because my hair wasn’t quite long enough, yet. 

Cyril made the ladies swoon. With his blonde hair teased carefully loose, and his dreamily handsome face. His beautiful voice made sweet love to those notes too. We couldn’t have asked for a better frontman. 

Sean wasn’t as excited about the costumes. He totally refused to wear the makeup. Butting heads with Cyril over it. Who eventually backed down. 

I’ll tell ya, though. If it wasn’t for Sean, I’d probably be dead. We had worked a gig outside of town. At this dump of a redneck bar. 

The owner was trying to class the place up or something. He’d been hiring non-country bands to try and draw in a different set of customers. 

We probably wouldn’t have gone. At that point, exposure at a dive like that wouldn’t have helped us. They were offering twice our going rate, though. 

The set went fine. The crowd was only half into our music though. I think it was the first night we sang ​Panting and Moaning​. 

After the show I got cornered by these four angry guys outside. Yellin at how we were ‘girlying up the joint’ and how I was a sissy. 

I tried to explain that we were paid to be there. That got me punched in the groin. While I was down on my knees Cyril came up. Screaming at those guys. Only to get grabbed and socked in the gut. 

They laughed at how they were going to go to town on his pretty face, when I heard an accented voice. 

“Oh, I’m gonta break ya leetle pikks.” 

Suddenly Sean was there. Just wailing on these guys. I know they got a few licks in, but he was like a little whirlwind of pain. 

In just seconds three of them were limping off with the fourth guy who was unconscious or dazed. 

Sean:​ Oh, sure. I hit on tose fuck’in bumpkins. They’d not lasted a night in Dublin. The bitten twats. 

I got a little cut up, but sweet Mandy was kind enuff ta patch me head. Given me eyes, ya know. 

These girls, they like a man who ‘kin fight. Summin ta take control. 

After, I pulled her close an planted one on her. When she ain’t say no, I turned her around. Yanked her panties down and buried my pole in her sweet twat. 

Felt good to be takin’ that pansie’s cooch. 

All those sissies were little shits, but Cyril was a king shit. Served ‘em right what happened. 

She was a sweet fuck, aye. 

Benny:​ Wasn’t long after that when we got contacted by the label. 

‘Steady Rockin’ Records’. They used to be a radio station, but new management took them in a different direction. They were going around signing up little bands on the rise. Hoping to grab them just before they hit big. Us included. 

We were all just jazzed to get signed. This was our biggest break yet. Man we got so wasted at the signing party. 

We didn’t know it then, but that was both the boost and the seed that led to our rise...and what came after... 

Part II, Rise of Electric Snakes 

Benny: ​That party, man. I had got wasted. We were rockin at their old radio station. Now converted into a recording studio. 

I was pretty hammered even by the time we signed the contract. Those cheers still seem to ring in my ears... 

Anyway, someone gave me a couple pills and soon I was seeing all the pretty colors. 

Somehow I’d crawled into some office to sleep it off under a desk. I woke up when the dude in the suit walked in with Mandy... 

(Flashback, Benny, 1985)​ My head pounds when I open my eyes. Some sort of slamming noise. A door? 

The fuck? I’m under someone’s desk. I can just barely see the room beyond through the front gap between desk and floor. 

The lights have been turned on, stabbing my eyes. The edges of things still glow a vibrant blue. Though I can clearly make out a dude in a suit and beautiful Mandy standing by the door on the other side of the room. 

“Look.” The man says. Swirling a glass of dark alcohol in his hand. “The owner is already looking to sell the label. It’s a done deal. A year, maybe two. The new bosses won’t spend any time on the little fish.” 

“Sure.” Mandy’s musical voice answers. “But Electric Snakes wont be little fish.” 

I hear him chuckle. “I’ve seen your boys. They look as little as they come.” She blushes and can’t meet his eyes. “Look, I’m the one who’s going to decide who’s promoted, and who gets shoveled into the trash.” 

He he reaches up and caresses her shoulder. Then he brushes the spaghetti strap of her dress down her arm. Uncovering part of her vibrant green bra. Shining silk. 

“I’d hate to cheat on my boyfriend.” She murmurs as he slowly pushes off the other strap. 

“That Nancy?” The man scoffs. “The little pussy deserves what he gets.” 

Mandy gasps as the top of her dress falls to her waist. Revealing her beautiful tits, barely restrained by a tiny silk bra. 

“Besides, you deserve a real man. With a real dick.” He suggests as he leans in and plants some kisses on her generous cleavage. 

I watch with wide eyes as she bites her lip and caresses his head. The man in the suit tugs her bra down and paws at her chest sucking on her nipples as Mandy throws her head back and gasps in excitement. 

In moments he turns her around and lifts up her skirt. She squeaks as he yanks down her panties. Revealing her cute little ass. 

I see him square up behind her and thrust. Mandy groans as he enters her. She stands, her palms against the door. Panting with her head hanging down as he fucks her from behind. 

“Oh, god!” Mandy groans huskily. “You’re so big!” 

Benny:​ We started recording our first record shortly after that. ‘Electric Snakes Presents: Rockin’ it All Out!’ 

We had fun shooting various pictures for the cover. Feeling really silly, but hopeful ya know? 

Someone suggested we should have stage names. Sort of nicknames based off our real names. Cyril became ‘Sizzlin’ Cyril.’ Timothy was deemed ‘Tinny Tim.’ Which is where his iconic sound would eventually come from. 

I got ‘Boomin’ Benny’ though Mandy insisted it was for my boom-boom ass. Not because I played bass. 

Sean refused to have a stage name. Got real pissy about it, so Cyril dropped it quick. 

Cyril and Timothy were working hard on writing half a dozen new songs to mix with the tunes we had already been playing. 

They were nearly done when our label sent us out on a four state tour. Just a small one to drum up excitement before the record was finished. 

Our fans were excited to hear two of the new songs; ​On Trembling Knees a​ nd ​Feed Me Candy. B​ oth big hits. 

The largest stop on the tour was Andryn Stadium. A place that real rock bands played, and we were there as the headliners. Man that felt amazing. 

I was told later that it was a crowd of five thousand. But man, it felt like a million. More than double when we opened for ‘Gutter Spanks.’ 

After the show we were all jazzed as we stumbled back into the dressing room. Not as jazzed as Mandy, though... 

(Flashback. Benny, 1895)​ I plop down on a hard wood chair next to one of the giant vanities. The lights ringing the mirror shine on my face. Showing that my makeup still looks sharp. Even through the sweat and tears. 

Tim claps me on the shoulder and I grin at him as he sits next to me. “Man! That was...I don’t know. Transcendental?” He grabs a beer from a bowl of cans and ice. 

I shrug. “I guess. It was wild, man. Amazing.” I offer. 

Mandy bursts in nearly screaming with joy. “You were great!” She jumps into Cyril’s arms. Kissing him passionately. 

“You...you all were.” She says when she comes up for air. Glancing at the rest of us in turn. Her gaze lingering on Sean the longest. 

“Yeah, babe!” Cyril gushes. “Being out there was so HOT!” His left hand squeezes her right hip tightly. 

His other hand presses at the small of her back. Pushing her waist into his groin. Mandy’s eyes light up. Just like they did when she played with me in the shower. 

I wince as my little wee throbs painfully at the memory. 

She eagerly kisses him and pushes him backwards onto a chair. Mandy straddles his lap as she climbs on top of him. Kissing and moaning. Her skirt draped around our lead singer’s legs. 

“Are you sh...” He starts, but she just muffles his question with her lips. Reaching down between them. 

I watch as she lifts up...then settles back down with a shiver and a sigh. Mandy grins as she leans in and kisses Cyril. Her body bobbing up and down on his lap. 

Timothy stares with a dropped jaw. His hands gently rubbing at his own thighs through his skintight leotard. I can see his dick tenting the spandex. Excited at the erotic show. 

I turn my head when I hear the door click! Just missing Sean as he stalked out. 

I just shrug. Then I turn back to watch. 

Benny:​ The thing is, we didn’t know Sean had a thing for Mandy. Or that she was two-timing Cyril. Right behind his back, man. 

Didn’t know what it was called, then. But she was really cuckolding him with our drummer. 

They couldn’t hide it long. Not from me an Tim anyway. Not on that small tour bus. 

Timothy:​ Oh, yes. I stumbled into that Irish asshole fucking Mandy on more than one occasion. That bus was tiny compared to the two we got after our first album dropped. 

I remember stepping into the very back. It was a small acoustics room. Good for one or two people to practice on the road. 

There was Mandy, down on all fours. Moaning like a bitch in heat. Curly blonde hair bouncing, big tits slapping together. That red-headed leprechaun fucking her from behind. 

Slapping her already reddened ass as she begged him, ‘Deeper! Harder!’ 

Sean snarled at me and shouted something incomprehensible. I slammed the door in fright and tried to stop my pounding heart. 

Of course we walked in on Mandy and Cyril on the regular, too. They rarely even tried to hide it. I honestly think she got off on rubbing it in Benny and my faces. 

They’d just lie down on a bunk and mostly cover themselves with a sheet. Then they’d openly fuck. Loudly too. Almost always with her on top. 

If Benny or I walked past she always seemed to lose that sheet. ‘On accident.’ 

Not in front of Sean, though. She wouldn’t fuck her own boyfriend if he was on the bus. 

Sleep with him in the bunks, sure. But she’d refuse any advances if Sean was there. 

Benny:​ After the record hit we were thrust into a national spotlight. Suddenly our songs were being played on the radio. 

In just a month ​Sloppy Kisses​ hit number eight on the charts. We were riding high. The fame and the money started rolling in. Steady Rockin’ Records sent us on tour again right away. With 

the request that we start working on a second record.

We were the label’s number one band. And basically an 

overnight success. They wanted to ride that train as hard and fast as they could. 

And we were down for it, man. We had a taste of fame, and wanted more. 

We were given two BIG busses for a twenty two state tour. Along with a couple van’s full of roadies and equipment. 

We were a real band. Our shows drew in crowds. We signed autographs. We did interviews for radio stations. Man, we were living the dream. 

The only one who wasn’t entirely happy was Mandy. Sure she smiled big. She always introduced herself as our manager and acted pleased as punch in public. Even in front of Cyril. 

But she was getting more and more angry behind the scenes. See, she was jealous of all the groupies that were starting to hang around us. Especially Cyril and Timothy. 

Did Cyril ever cheat on her? Not in front of me, man. How could he resist, though. You know? 

We’d come back to our dressing room after a show and here’s half a dozen cute little things. Hangin’ on our every word, sittin’ on laps. You know, getting real cuddly. 

I wouldn’t have blamed him. 

Mandy finally boiled over in Scranton. Though I don’t think anybody but me knew about it... 

(Flashback. Benny, 1986)​ “Get out!” Mandy’s voice comes from the dim hotel room. 

I turn from the cute redhead who had insisted she was eighteen to look at my red faced manager. 

“Who do you think you are?” The girl scoffs. 

She was the first groupie I’d felt confident enough to take back to my room. Even still I was tortured by what she would say when she finally saw my small wee. 

“I’m the bitch in charge.” Mandy says coldly. 

She steps forward and slaps the redhead across her cheek. Making the girl tear up and stumble back into the hall. Mandy grabs my arm and tugs me into the room. Slamming the door on the poor girl. 

“Has he been cheating on me?” Mandy demands. Her face a mask of rage. 

I finally get a good look at her in the single lamplight in my hotel room. She is nearly naked. Wearing a red lace bra that pushes up her big tits wonderfully. Black, thigh-high stockings, and a sheer, red skirt that barely covers her round ass. Without panties, it offers no modesty, and I can clearly see her trim little patch of blonde pubic hair. 

“I...I...”

My cheek stings and my head rings when she slaps me.

“Don’t lie to me. You little prick!” She snarls.

“No! I don’t know!” I gasp. Rubbing my cheek.

“You little fucks think you can just use me and toss me aside for 

any bit of trim that comes along?” She grabs my hair and painfully yanks my head down. 

I whine as Mandy drags me into my bedroom by my long hair. Throwing me against the bed. Before I can turn around, she is on me. 

She shoves my face onto the bed. While my ass hangs out, bent over the edge. My feet still on the floor. 

“Looks like I have to remind you just what your worth, pussy.” She berates me as she grabs the waistband of my jeans. 

I grunt as she tugs them down. Less like a man and more like a petulant girl. Further cementing that she is the dominant one here. 

I barely even struggle as she takes out her anger on my big, round ass. Now bare and vulnerable. Her hand makes a staccato smacking sound as she spanks me rapidly while calling me names. 

“Pussy, limp prick bitch, girly ass whore, cock sucking pansey...” 

I whine as my tender ass turns red and stings. Then her slapping pauses. I shiver as she shoves her hand between my thighs. Her groping fingers finding my little penis. 

“Has Cyril cheated on me?” Her voice is suddenly cold and steady. 

I tremble in fear. Knowing I don’t have a good answer for her. I decide to betray my friend and lie. Anything to save my little wee. 

“Y...yes. Yes, I think so.” I sniffle.

“Little, shit!” She hisses.

I wail as she pinches my small nubbin between her thumb and 

forefinger. My eyes clenching shut at the pain.

“Please?” I beg.

Mandy just grunts and squeezes harder. Pulling my penis back 

between my thighs.

“Squeeze your legs together.” She orders.

I do. Trapping my little wee and balls back there.

“You can’t be happy with this. Can you?” She asks. Almost 

conversationally. Though punctuated by a slap on my trapped privates. 

I squeal. “No!” 

“It’s just pathetic isn’t it?”

“Yes!” I admit. Gasping as she slaps them again.

“I want you to say the words, Nancy.” I can hear the grin in her 

voice. “Describe them.”

“My...my penis is worthless...” I start. Tears filling my eyes. “Penis? That’s something a man has.” Mandy interrupts. “Do 

you really think that’s appropriate?” She swats my balls. Then pinches the tip of my pe...wee. Probably the only part that sticks out between my thighs, it’s so small. 

“N...no. My, um...wee-wee?” I offer. Wincing af the sharp pain on my tip. 

“That’s a good sissy.” She murmurs. Smacking my throbbing ass. Almost a love tap after the pain she’s inflicted on my balls. 

I gulp back sobs. “My wee-wee is worthless.” I admit, to my shame and humiliation. “Girls have only laughed at how pathetic it is.” 

“Ha! I’ll bet.” She chuckles. “Ok, I need to get off you pathetic wimp.” 

She pushes me to the floor and sits on the edge of the bed. Spreading her legs wide and pulling her short skirt up. “Get licking, sissy.” She orders. 

I’ve gone down on a couple of girls, so I know the basics at least. I lean in and bury my face between her creamy thighs. 

I give her soft netherlips a couple licks. Finding her wet. Slimy. I recoil at a foul taste. Bitter and sharp. 

“Its Cyril’s jizz.” She sneers down at me as I look up. “I came over here right after fucking him. I could tell he was thinking about the whores he’s fucked, while we made love.” She informs me. 

She grabs my hair and slaps my cheek. “Now, slurp it up like a good little cocksucker. Then make me feel good.” Mandy forces my face back against her sloppy cunny. 

My tummy rumbles in protest, and I grimace. Tentatively I lap at her moist folds. Tasting my friends slimy man batter. Slowly I lick and slurp deeper and deeper into her pussy. 

Shamefully swallowing another man’s cum. 

Benny:​ Even with Mandy being a bitch, things were going great. The tour was a huge success and we wrapped up our second record. 

‘​In the wrong way’ h​ it gold just a week after release. Though the first single, ​Just a Little Snack b​ arely took the weekly top fifty. Cover story surprise, ​the second single went to number one in less than a month. 

We went right back on tour after the release. We were riding high on the fame, the money, and the stardom. We were on tv, billboards, radio. Fuck, there was even a short run cereal. I even still have the action figures some toy company produced. 

Plus, even I was getting tail on the regular. Girls were too star struck to care about my tiny wee. Mostly I got quick blow jobs, but occasionally a groupie would be up for more. 

I remember these two girls. Best friends, barely out of high school... 

(Flashback. Benny, 1986)​ I cant stop grinning as I push open the door to my hotel room. 

For just a brief second my balls throb in pain as the darkened suite is revealed. Images of Mandy flashing across my mind. 

The two giggling girls that follow me in are cute, but if they are nineteen then I’ll grow a pair of tits. 

Gwen, the blonde and Wendy, a tall brunette. They follow me eagerly into my bedroom. Then I turn and pull them both into a hug. 

I kiss Gwen. Relishing in the feel of our tongues dancing together. Wendy rubs her big tits against my shoulder as she caresses my long dark hair. Gwen moaning quietly as her hand caresses my crotch through my jumpsuit. 

Then I turn to the brunette. Wendy has to lean down for a proper kiss. She is so much taller than me. I slide a hand into her jeans. Under her cotton panties to squeeze her cute ass. 

Gwen pulls her T-shirt off. Revealing perky C-cup tits under a green, silk bra. Then she eagerly shimmies out of her own jeans. Showing off a matching bikini panties. 

Getting bolder, I push my hand around to the front of Wendy’s pants. Finding a little forest of hair, before pushing down to her soft netherlips. Her squeak is muffled by our kiss as her thighs clench around my rubbing fingers. 

When I finally break our kiss, Gwen pushes me back toward the bed. “Time for you to have a little snack.” She grins. Eager to play. 

Wendy quickly strips as her friend helps me pull off my costume. I grin as the tall girl’s big tits jiggle free. Easily double-Ds, big delicious pillows on her slender chest. 

I hear a gasp as my jumpsuit hits the floor. A look of horror on Gwen’s pretty face. She’s looking down at my shameful crotch. 

“I...I...” My face flushes red. My erection begins to soften in my humiliation. 

How could I have ever thought I could please these beautiful young women? I’m just a pathetic sissy, who doesn’t deserve them. They belong with a real man like Sean. 

“It’s...it’s cute.” Gwen assures me, after what seems like a long pause. She looks at me with a timid smile. 

“Yeah, it’s boomin’...Benny.” Wendy giggles at her little joke. Seeming nonplussed as she squeezes her giant breasts together. 

Thoughts of Mandy spanking my big round ass burn through my mind at the girl’s use of my stage name. Making my little wee twitch. 

“Ooh! Looks like he’s ready to play.” Gwen gasps, sounding excited again. 

Both girls kneel before me and take turns kissing and licking my tiny nub. My body shivers at the pleasure. “Oh, god.” I gasp. “That feels great!” 

I lay back as the two girls pleasure me. Then the bed shakes as Wendy climbs onto my lap. She grins down at me as she reaches between us. 

“Time to give you a real ride.” She giggles. She guides my tiny shame into her wonderful pussy. We both moan as she settles on my lap. 

Gwen crawls up next to us. Stripping her bra and panties off. She presses her cute tits onto my face as her friend grabs my wrists. 

Wendy brings my hands up to her full breasts. I eagerly squeeze and grope her ample chest as I suck on Gwen’s perky tits. 

Soon the tall brunette rolls off me and Gwen pulls me to my knees. Then she turns around and shakes her cute little ass at me. “Take it, Benny.” She offers. “I’m yours.” 

I eagerly press into her. Taking a moment to shove my little plug into her wet slot. Then we both moan as I thrust at her from behind. Wendy moving up behind me. Her big tits pressing against the back of my neck. 

“It’s ok if you want to put it in, the wrong way.” She whispers in my ear. One hand squeezing my big, round ass. 

I groan as I cum. Too excited to hold back any further. 

Benny:​ Swear to god those girls got me to cum four times that night. 

That wasn’t the last, either. They were regular groupies. Showing up once a month or so on the tour. 

Plus I felt more confident with the girls after that night. Having sex more often, instead of just blowjobs. 

Most of the groupies didn’t care. They were just excited to get fucked by ‘Boomin’ Benny.’ 

Then we started the third record. Things got rough right off the bat. Sean seemed to be at everyone’s throat. Just pissed all the time. Really slowed down practice 

Around that time the label got bought. We were fine of course. We were ‘Steady Rockin’ Records’ number one band. Others weren’t so lucky. Getting dropped or split up to play back up for the new label’s bands. 

‘​Ebony Jam​’ man how I wish I’d never even heard that name. The label was a whole nother world from the little mom-and-pop label we had been on. 

Though, they seemed encouraging at first. The idea of a collaboration sounded like a good idea. 

If only we knew... 

Part III, Electric Snakes Go Limp 

Benny:​ ‘​Black Lightning’ w​ as ​Ebony Jam’s n​ umber one rap duo. When our new bosses came to us with a collaboration idea we jumped at the opportunity. 

I know we weren’t the first to mix rap with rock, but we still felt there was a lot of opportunity for growth there. Plus Cyril was excited at the potential from a song writing standpoint. 

He was always looking for ways to ‘hone his craft.’ That’s just not how things turned out. 

The label rented us a house and we got to meet our new partners. Terrance, his T-shirt’s all proclaimed ‘The Black Terror.’ And Black Ice, whose tagline was ‘By the time time you see him, it’s too late.’ 

Both men towered over me. All of us really. So did the half dozen thugs in their entourage. Though everyone seemed chummy at first, you see? 

Thing was, as soon as we were in the recording studio the two black men just took control. Demanding that we play our most famous riffs over and over. Cyril was basically a backup singer. 

By the end of the first day, we were pissed. We argued between ourselves at dinner that evening. Sort of passing the blame around. 

The next day, Cyril laid into the pair of rappers. Terrance just sort of grinned at him until the white boy picked him in the chest. 

His grinning face became a mask of anger, and he grabbed the smaller man’s wrist. I’m pretty sure he was about to just deck Cyril out. 

Only Sean was there. Almost like he had teleported from behind his drums. 

Now Sean was smaller than either member of ​Black Lightning, but damn if Terrance didn’t back down. Sean has a look in his eyes. A danger those men could pick up on. Like a lion eyeing a gator. Best to just let things lie. 

The next few days were tense. Terrance and Ice were barely in the studio. And as soon as Cyril pressed them on working with us, rather than bossing us around, they took off. Always had some other appointment. 

One week and we just had nothing to show. Now, sometimes that’s just the way creativity is, but here there simply was no progress. 

That probably would have been it, if it wasn’t for Mandy. 

See, she had been leaving me alone. And with our large house and dual tour busses, I barely saw her for months. 

Turns out she was still fucking Sean on the side. 

Lookingbackonitall,​BlackLightningh​ adtohavebeenwaiting for the right moment. 

Terrance had asked me an Cyril to check out some of the sounding gear in one of the smaller recording booths. Barely a closet with baffling on the walls. 

When he opened the door we heard a little scream. 

Right there was Mandy. Bent over with her hands grabbing the cushioned wall. Tits out and slapping together. Looking up at us in horror. 

Sean behind her. Pounding away, a satisfied look on his face as he fucked Cyril’s girlfriend right in front of him. 

Mandy began to try to get away, but Sean held on to her tight. He gave us a grin as he gripped her hair in one hand and slapped her little round ass with the other. 

“Great bit ‘o tail, boyo.” He smirked. 

Man, did Cyril blow up. He screamed for nearly a minute, until the Irishman came deep in the woman he loved. 

After that came two days of slammed doors and shouting. Mandy trying to convince Cyril to take her back. 

Finally our lead singer demanded that we kick Sean out. It was either him or the red headed asshole. 

Honestly it wasn’t much of a choice we already pretty much hated Sean, and Tim definitely was not his friend. 

So that was it, we were out a drummer. Not long, though. We got a new one suspiciously fast. 

Terrance said he knew someone, a cousin of his that was great on drums. Cyril told him off though. Just stood up to him and said we would take care of it. 

“Bitch!” The big man had growled. He slapped our lead singer across the face. Cyril looked at him in shock. 

My little wee throbbed in my jumpsuit. Already knowing things would be different without Sean to protect us. 

“Are you a racist little pussy?” Terrance asked. His posse edging closer. “Too good to have a black drummer in your crew?” 

“N... no!” Cyril looked shocked. 

So we auditioned Terrance’s cousin, Raven. Though I’m sure the others knew it was just a formality. 

Turned out Raven was a woman. A big girl with skin the color of dark chocolate. She had a cute round face, with kissable lips. Huge tits, a big belly, and an ass bigger and rounder than mine on a husky frame. Her curly black hair fell to her shoulders, with a small purple streak on the side. 

“We’ll get laughed off the stage.” Cyril whispered as we watched her play. 

Thing was, she was good. Real good, probably better than Sean. By the time she finished her set, we were sold. 

After that, we went back to being backup for ​Black Lightning. Slowly banging out a single that the two black men entirely composed. 

With Sean gone there wasn’t anyone to stand up to them. I certainly wouldn’t. Tim got tummy aches with any type of confrontation. And Cyril just didn’t seem to have it in him after his one attempt. 

Mandy got back together with Cyril. He really did love her after all. She seemed even more affectionate towards him than usual. 

Though she spent a lot of time in the recording booth with that entourage of thugs. Watching us practice. Watching her Cyril be humiliated and degraded through insults and off-color jokes. 

I noticed she seemed to wear a little less each day on the other side of the glass. Looking just a little bit frightened as her T-shirts turned into crop-tops, and her jeans into daisy dukes. 

She spent a lot of time serving the black men drinks and snacks. Running little errands for them. And generally being uncharacteristically submissive. 

Finally,Terrancewassatisfiedwith​WhiteWorms.T​ houghthe song was unsubtly degrading to our band in places, we had little choice but to sign off on it. 

Not with pressure from both our new label, and from ​Black Lightning ​themselves. The cover for the single was...humiliating. 

It was all Terrance’s idea. The theme was sort of the submission of white men. He explained it as a take on the racist trope that black men all had giant dicks, and how that was both racist and demeaning to him and his people. 

I guess...I don’t know. I do know he wasn’t the one wearing loincloths, while we crawled in the mud. The two black men standing tall over us, like angry gods. 

The thing is, the video was so much worse. When it came out it wasn’t allowed to be played before midnight on tv. 

It was composed of three scenes. 

The first scene had us boys in a locker room shower. We got shots of us white boys looking into Terrance’s and Ice’s stalls with astounded looks on our faces. You know, like we were jealous of the size of their dicks. As we got dressed we would look into our own underwear, frowning. 

After we left the gym, Mandy pulled up to pick the three of us up in a white sport’s car. There had been a very small argument about using her in the video. Cyril especially didn’t want that. But Terrance simply decreed it. 

Scene two was at the beach. Me and Tim sat at a food stand. Chugging down dark hot dogs without buns while the black men chatted up a pair of hot, white girls nearby. Who periodically pointed at us and laughed. 

Then Terrance and Ice walked across the sand to Cyril and Mandy. Who looked hot in a blue and white bikini. Her big tits nearly tumbling out of the small top. 

Ice pushed Cyril into the sand. Then Terrance tore Mandy’s top off. 

In the video you don’t really see much. Editing makes it look like she gets her hands up in time. On the set, though we all saw everything. 

Over and over. Terrance made them shoot that scene a couple dozen times. ‘For cinematic purity’ he’d said. Mandy’s jiggling breasts were shown off to the grinning crew all day. 

At a few points Cyril was sniffling, in tears. Landing on his ass or face in the sand. Watching the woman he loved stripped in front of strangers. Doing nothing about it. 

The scene ends with all three of us kissing Ice’s bare feet. Thanking him for not being more cruel. 

The last scene was done in a studio made up to look like hell. Me, Tim, and Cyril were dressed in those tiny loincloths from the cover of the single. Basically getting mock tortured by oily black men dressed as devils. 

Finishing with Terrance and Ice closing the gates of hell and walking away, with us in the background. 

Ice was accompanied by the two girls from the hot dog stand. One on each arm. Terrance picks up Mandy and carries her to a sports car. Same model as the one in the first scene. Only black. 

Mandy wore a little sheer negligee. Black with matching panties. You don’t really see anything in the video, but you could see all her goodies on set. 

After the video hit, we went back on tour. This time accompanying ​Black Lightning​. We had two big busses for the ‘​Silly Little White Boy Tour.’ 

Terrance said the name came from bigwigs at the label. 70% of their customers were black, so we would have to play to that base, or something. 

We were also told to work on our third album. Only we were given a list of disturbing themes to use in our songs. Threatening that we would be in breach of contract if we failed to deliver. 

Cyril saw it as a betrayal of our fans... 

Cyril:​ Yes. See, up until then we were all about girls, money, and fame. Our songs reflected that. They sent a message that you could accomplish your greatest dreams if you had the drive, see? That it didn’t matter what you were, or where you started in life. 

But that list? The one the label sent us. It was disgusting. A total reversal of what we stood for. They wanted us to tell young white men that they were worthless next to their black masters. That their girlfriends deserved big black dicks. Not tiny white worms. That they should bow down to the black Alpha. 

And Terrance was right there. Every day. Reminding me what my new role was. 

It was barely even a tour for us. Singing back-up and giving out joke awards at black entertainment ceremonies. 

It still hurts, you see. We still get blamed for the rise of white sissy culture. 

And I can’t really blame them... 

Benny:​ Cyril carried the weight of the world on his shoulders, man. 

That’s also when Raven and me hooked up. 

...Well, when she made me her little white bitch, anyway. I guess she really liked my butt... 

(Flashback. Benny, 1987)​ I sit up at a knock on my hotel door. 

I haven’t seen Gwen and Wendy in a few weeks, and I didn’t notice them at the show. Rap isn’t really their thing, but who knows? 

When I open the door Raven stands there. A big grin on her cute black face. Swaying just a little as if she is drunk. 

She pokes me hard in the chest. “Heard you were the sissy to clean up a girl’s cream pie.” 

She pushes past me, into my room. “W...what?” My eyes go wide with shock. I turn to her. Shutting the door behind me. 

“Mmm.” She chuckles at me. “Mandy spilled everything. Had to have a little ‘talk’ with her. Make sure she knows her proper place.” Raven pats my shoulder. “Bet her white ass is still stinging.” 

“Look, I...” She doesn’t let me finish. She just grabs my hair and drags me across the room to the bed. 

I feel so weak in her hands. The big girl is so much stronger than me. “Strip!” She orders. Slapping my cheek. “I want to see just how tiny that nugget of yours is.” 

I sniffle, but do as ordered. Watching out of the corner of my eye as the black girl pulls off her own jeans and shirt. 

She stands there next to the bed in blue silk bra and panties. Shiny against her chocolate skin. Her body is big and curvy. 

Intimidating next to my little white form, kneeling on the bed in front of her. 

“Ooh! Ha, ha! It is tiny.” She laughs. Looking at my sad wee-wee. 

I want to cover up my shame. My hands even twitch. But I don’t, knowing it would just make her angry. 

“We can play with your little toy later. First, let’s start with you eatin’ mama’s cream pie.” She grins, and my tummy rumbles in protest. “I just got done fuckin’ Ice. So there should be plenty of black boy jizz in there for you to eat.” 

She bends towards me to strip her panties off. Her massive tits nearly spilling onto me. Then the bed creaks as she climbs on next to me. 

Raven lays on her back and spreads her meaty thighs. Pointing at her shaved pussy. “Get lickin’ sissy.” She orders. 

I gulp, leaning down between her legs. Her pussylips glisten with the sex slime of her recent tryst. 

I grimace as I start to lap up her cream pie. “Ooh! That’s it. Make mama feel good.” Raven moans. My tongue slipping deeper and deeper into her wet cunt. The jizz of the Alpha black man sliding down my gullet. 

In time, the whole bed shakes when she orgasms. Her thick thighs quake and squeeze my head tight as she hollers loudly. “Oh! God, yes!” 

When she finishes she sits up. Her giant black orbs jiggling. She had removed her blue bra sometime while I was eating her out. Raven grins at me. “Yeah, I think this is going to work, sissy.” 

She tells me. “Now, lay down.” 

I get on my back and she covers my face with her giant tits. Her chubby tummy nearly crushing mine. Raven squeezes her breasts together and I suddenly can’t breathe. 

She holds them there with one arm. Her free hand drifts down to my crotch. I whimper as she gets a handful of my balls and nubbin. “Say, sissy...” She chuckles. 

I squeal as she grinds my privates between her meaty fingers. The sound lost in her cleavage as I slowly suffocate. 

My head begins to throb from the pain and lack of air. Everything begins to sound like it’s underwater. 

Suddenly she releases me. Sitting up so I can gasp for breath. “That’s mama’s good boy.” Raven flicks my little nubbin. Now surprisingly hard after my ordeal. 

“Let’s see if we can give you a proper white boy orgasm.” She suggests. 

With just her thumb and forefinger, Raven begins to wank my little wee. She gently leans in. Dangling her giant breasts over my face. “Lick and kiss them.” She orders. 

My body tingles as she pleasures me. I grab her breasts and delight in playing with tits so massive. Sucking on her hardened nipples and licking her sweet, black skin. 

I moan as my orgasm builds. My body begins to shiver. My balls clench. Shooting a little stream of jizz onto my tummy. 

Then Raven grins with satisfaction as her hands squeeze my little wee-wee tight and crush my desperately throbbing balls. 

Pain shoots me like lightning. Settling in my upset stomach. My balls clench. Trying to deliver their load. Failing as the big girl crushes and grinds them in her fingers. 

I whimper as my orgasm is ruined. My back arching from the erotic pain. “This is how little, sissy, white boys orgasm.” She tells me. 

I let out a long, uncontrollable groan. Then my body shivers hard. Giving up. I settle back on the bed. She lets go when my balls stop throbbing. 

Pain still shivers through me in strange unnatural aftershocks. Raven kisses my forehead as she stands up. “We are going to have a lot of fun together, sweetie.” She says. 

Benny:​ We slept together most nights after that. Usually with me licking up her cream pie. Then her forcing a ruined orgasm on me. Smothering me, or spanking my big ass red. 

Cyril was having a real hard time coming up with any songs as we toured. We were getting more and more frustrated with every failed practice. 

Then Cyril wrote ‘Hot Weeping Rain.’ While we were on a break from the tour. 

The song was a bit of a surprise. He basically busted it out in one night. Brought it to us the next day to work out the kinks. You know, perfect the tune and all that. 

Course, that was also a turning point with ​Black Lightning.​ After that, things got really...rough. 

Cyril:​ ‘Hot Weeping Rain?’ Yeah, I put a lot of my soul in that one. I had just gone through something rough, see. That’s where music comes from. Deep inside. 

Sometimes you find that something deep inside you...sometimes you have a little help... 

(Flashback. Cyril, 1987) I’ve been frustrated for a while. Using us as backup singers and award presenters is a waste of our talents. The red oculi is songs we’ve been ordered to write are insulting. 

Finally I pound on Terrance’s door. Fed up with the way things are being run. I frown when he opens the door. 

“Well, if it isn’t the little unicorn.” The big man smirks. 

“I...I asked you to stop calling me that.” I stammer. Immediately off put by his taunt, and his intimidating presence. 

Ice laughs from the big leather couch. I hadn’t noticed he is in here too as I stepped in. 

“You know why he calls you that?” Ice asks. “It’s cause when you hold the microphone so close to your face, it looks like you have a horn.” 

Both the black men laugh as I blush. Terrance nods. “Course, holding that black mic so close to your cute white lips looks like som’tin else too.” They laugh even harder at that. 

“Why’re you here?” The black Alpha finally demands.

“Look, uh...we want to do our own stuff.” I start.

“We let you sing, sometimes.” Ice grins.

“No, like...our old stuff. The stuff we got famous with.” I plead. 

“We have a lot of talent. It shouldn’t be squandered by a pair of half-wits.” 

I cover my mouth. With both my hands. A look of shock on my face. It had just come out. Something Tim says all the time. Behind their backs. 

The room gets quiet. Both men look at me with anger in their eyes. Terrance’s hand clenches into a fist. 

“Maybe we’ve been too easy on you, pussy.” The big man growls. “Maybe its time to see just how ‘talented’ you really are.” 

I can see Ice grinning now. Shifting on the couch as if filled with excited energy. I want to turn and run. My legs won’t move though. Locked in place at the horror of what I’ve done. 

“We thought, maybe you could just be good little white boys.” The big man sneers. “Do what you’re told. Fall in line.” He steps in real close. “I guess we need to make you an example for the other little sissy bands.” 

He doesn’t even pull his fist back. He just gut punches me. A quick little rabbit punch that doubles me over. 

I gasp and moan as his strong hands grab me. Ice quickly stepping over to us. Hopefully to calm his friend down. I hope. 

I whimper as they begin to tear at my clothes. My shirt is pulled up over my head. Held there like a sack, trapping my arms and face. Leaving me vulnerable to whatever punishment is to come. 

“No! I’m so sorry! Please.” I beg.

“You will be sorry, cunt.” Terrance barks.

I’m forced down to my knees. Strong hands grabbing at the 

waistband of my jeans. Yanking them down my thighs. I squeal when my briefs are grabbed and pulled into a powerful wedgie. Squeezing my penis and balls. Then they tear away with a sickening Rrrrip! 

I can feel the cool air wash over my exposed privates. “St...stop!” I beg. 

A boot presses between my thighs. Near my knees. Forcing my legs apart. I struggle to get out of my shirt. “Hold still, pussy.” Terrance warns. Smacking the back of my head. 

Then I see shooting stars as Ice kicks me from behind. His boot crashes into my balls. I nearly throw up as I groan from the pain. 

Fingers reach between my thighs. Grabbing my throbbing balls. Then they squeeze. Hard. Crushing my family jewels. 

I scream, my voice raising a few octaves as my manhood is destroyed. My whole body shivers from a pain I could never have imagined. 

“Ha! The pussy is singing now.” Black Ice chuckles behind me. “Ready to apologize?” Terrance demands.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” I gasp. The grip on my scrotum 

lessons slightly.

“And what will you do to prove it?”

“Anything! I’ll do anything!” I plead.

“Tell me you’re a pretty unicorn.” He demands.

“I’m...I’m a pretty unicorn.” I gasp.

Ice is now gently squeezing my balls while he tugs at them. 

It...it’s doing something strange to my body. I’m getting an unpleasant erection. 

My shirt is released and I pull it back down. I’m kneeling before Terrance, who is nude for some reason. 

I look up at him as he towers far above me. An angry black god. His six-pack abs seem to glisten. His crossed arms bulge with muscles. His face frowns and his giant cock hangs in the air like a redwood tree. Thick and massive. 

“Suck it!” He demands. 

I know what he wants without explanation. Those two words rock me to my core. A shiver runs through my body as Ice squeezes my balls again. 

I lean forward, trembling. The Aloha’s black dick seems huge. It hangs down a good six inches long. Bigger than my measly five inches hard. 

The shaft is a dark chocolaty brown. Except for the flared tip, which is lighter. Almost a pink. It has two thick, lightning-like veins growing up the sides. 

Behind it are a pair of real man’s balls. They are shaved and look like the size of golf balls. Waiting in their slightly wrinkled sack to pump their load into some innocent white girl. 

Slowly I reach up with my left hand and grab the inside of his left thigh. His skin is hot to my touch. I whimper as I slide my hand up to his balls. Gently cupping them like a little backstage whore. 

My thumb rubs the bottom of his shaft. Making his cock slowly sway up and down. I can see drops of pre-cum on his pink tip. 

“Get to it, bitch. Ain’t going to suck itself.” He growls down at me. 

I slip my fingers over his thick shaft and grip the man’s dick. I feel my tears building at the thought of it. 

I’ve had so many women. Girls who were happy to kneel before me. Just like this. They were happy to suck my penis empty. 

But I’m the bitch here. I have another man’s cock in my hand. Gently stroking and squeezing it, because I’m the whore on her knees. I’m the one about to commit the ultimate act of emasculation. 

I’m about to suck a dick. 

I lean in and press my lips to the slimy cockhead. My tummy rumbles as I taste his bitter sex-slime. Oh god! How can I? 

I let out a little whine as I part my lips and slip them around his flared tip. I slowly circle it with my tongue. Gently stroking his thick shaft with my hand. 

Ice grabs my right wrist and pulls my hand back to my crotch. “It’s, ok girl. You can play with your dolly.” He whispers in my ear. Gently squeezing my balls. Occasionally squeezing them painfully hard. 

I grab my own penis and start to stroke. Terrance’s cock twitches between my fingers and starts to grow. It gets harder and even bigger. 

Soon I have to hold it down to keep it in my mouth. My emasculation has given another man an erection. I know deep in my bones this makes me his property. It’s something I can never take back. 

I open my jaw wider and gobble his giant black cock until it hits the back of my throat. It’s easily nine inches now and fills my mouth till I gag. 

I whimper and whine around my black master as my own little balls clench. A shameful orgasm taking control of me. 

Except, when Ice feels my little orbs start to throb, he clenched them in his fist. Crushing them worse than before. 

I scream around the dick in my mouth. Opening my throat wide. Tears fill my eyes. 

Terrance had been waiting. He grabs my ears and shoves. His dick easily plunges down my open gullet as I cry out. 

“Uunh! It’s my favorite song!” I hear him grunt above me as he face fucks his little bitch. 

My orgasm can’t finish. Not with the black man behind me crushing my little beans to a fine powder. My penis throbs uselessly as my body shivers. At first it felt nice. Like normal. 

But as nothing comes, the throbbing in my penis turns painful. My scalp tingles and my toes curl. 

Terrance grunts as he thrusts. Shoving his dick deeper and deeper in my throat as I suffocate. Soon his big balls are slapping wetly against my drool covered chin. 

“Oh yeah! Bitch took the whole thing!” He shouts triumphantly. 

My vision dims, and my body goes limp. I can hear Terrance’s evil chuckle from far away in the dark. Ice lets go of my balls as I slump over. My penis just drizzles a little drool of cum from my ruined orgasm. 

I’m awoken moments later. The two cruel men chuckling above me. Terrance’s foot nudges my chin. 

“Wake up little unicorn.” 

I look up to see the two black men standing above me. Both naked and stroking their dicks. Ice is even thicker than his partner. Though not as long. Maybe eight inches. 

They laugh as they orgasm. Their hot jizz spraying down on me like rain as I weep. Splattering my face and hair. Drizzling past my lips. 

“Get out.” The big man orders when they finally finish.

I fly back to my room. No longer a man. Just a used up cum rag. 

Cyril: ​Yeah, so I wrote ‘​Hot Weeping Rain’​ alone in my room that night. Some of my best work really. 

Next day we started to practice it. 

Benny:​ Things went bad quick after that. There was no more pretending. ​Black Lightning l​ ined is up before their entourage and made us strip. Laughing at our inadequate penises. 

Then we had to kneel and go down the line. Kissing the tips of the men’s big black dicks. Starting with Terrance and Ice, but submitting to all eight men. 

We were sissies. Regularly sucking black dicks to show that we knew our place. Before that I would have thought I’d have a hard time being a cocksucker. But I’d already drank down about a gallon of jizz from Raven’s black cunt. 

Really, it seemed hardest on Cyril. He was the only one of us to balk at all. I mean, I didn’t like it of course. Tim, was way too submissive to say anything, you know? Cyril, though? He got slapped and punished a lot. 

We had the inspiration we needed for the new album, though. We were told it would be called ‘​Lickin’ That Sissy Line’ ​and​ Hot weeping Rain w​ ould be the first track. 

We quickly belted out ​Mommy Should Have Told Me​ and Burning Ass Blues​. While doing what we could to avoid the black men who seemed to have taken over our house. 

Which I couldn’t always do... 

(Flashback. Benny, 1987) ​I blink back tears as Black Ice gently grips my chin. Guiding me to open my mouth. 

They have me totally naked. On my hands and knees. My tummy resting on a padded footrest, so my big round ass is thrust into the air. 

“From behind, your ass really does make you look like a sweet, white, bitch.” Terrance chuckles from somewhere behind me. I can hear the clink of his belt buckle rattling. 

Ice’s cock is long and almost frighteningly thick. Somewhat lighter than his darker black skin. With a big, purple tip. Uncut and imposing. 

As he strokes his foreskin back, the tip of his dick is fully revealed. The way it flares almost makes it look like a one eyed snake, grinning at me. So close to my face. 

I grunt as he literally shoves it in my mouth. Distending my jaw with its girth and making me immediately gag. 

Then he rests. Waiting. 

The room fills with a loud CRACK! and I squeal around another man’s cock. My big ass jiggles from the stinging impact of Terrance’s belt. 

He laughs as he whips my bottom again and again. Drawing my muffled screams. Opening my throat. 

Ice grunts as he shoves again. His giant dick inching further and further into my gullet with each stinging kiss of leather on my derrière. 

Tears drip openly from my eyes as the big black Alpha face fucks me. As his friend slowly turns my rear into a throbbing globe of pain. 

Eventually he cums. Hot jizz gushing into my tummy. Then he pulls out. Inch by inch his giant cock leaves my throat. 

A feeling I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy. Vulnerability and defeat. A strange sense of dehumanization. 

The whipping stops as I cough and sputter. Cum dripping down my chin. Mingling with my tears. 

Terrance pushes in close behind me. His crotch pressed to my burning ass. My big cheeks clench as I feel his black anaconda lay between them. 

“Who’s the bitch here?” Terrance whispers in my ear. 

“I...I’m the bitch here, daddy.” I answer like the good little sissy they are turning me and my band mates into. 

“Mmm, that’s right.” He gloats. Dry-jumping my round bottom as he caresses my long hair. Just like he would do to a cute white girl. 

I suck in a gasp, and hold my breath when he reaches between us. He pushes between my asscheeks. The tip of his big dick presses against my tight anal flower. A big tear spills down my cheek. 

Then he grunts. Hot jizz fills the crack between my aching orbs. His dick twitches as he ejaculates up and down my asscrack. 

They leave me there. Used and broken. 

Benny: ​Mandy had comeback a bit different from the tour. Timid and submissive. She had seen the change in our partners before Cyril. And she knew he wouldn’t be able to stop what would happen. 

She was down to wearing the tiniest of bikini tops and booty-shorts around the house. The black men openly groping her. 

After they had made us openly sissies, she lost even that last sliver of modesty. 

Terrance brought everyone into the big living room and ordered her to strip. They made Mandy bend over the couch and each of 

them took a turn with her. Making a weeping Cyril suck her cunt clean after each black dick blew its load in her sloppy pussy. 

After that she slept most nights with Terrance, Ice, or one of their posse. A bit of sweet candy they enjoyed trading around. 

They let Cyril fuck her still, though. Even called them boyfriend and girlfriend. He just had to go right after one of the black men fucked her. Making sure he only ever got sloppy seconds. 

We went back out on tour for our third record. Our audience was noticeably different this time. Less women, more timid white boys and powerful looking black men. 

There was a bright point when Gwen and Wendy showed up after one of the concerts. They admitted they weren’t as into the new songs, but still wanted to hang out with me... 

(Flashback. Benny, 1987)​ I sigh happily as the two girls give me a kiss and slip out the door. I close it and can’t stop grinning. Leaning against the hard wood. Naked and content. 

Suddenly he door opens. Making me stumble halfway across the small living room. 

“Baby, mama’s horny.” Raven announces. “You have fun with those white cunts?” She grins. Grabbing my wrist. 

“I...I...I...” I stammer. Oh god! Is she going to be pissed? 

Raven laughs, delighted by my unease. “Relax, baby. You can fuck all the sweet little white girls that will have you. As long as you know who owns your sweet ass.” 

“You do, mama.” I simper. Kissing the back of her hand and rubbing my cheek against it. 

“Here, Terrance wants you boys to start taking these.” She holds up a baggy of different colored pills. “He says they will help you settle into being true sissies.” 

I nod and swallow the four pills she gives me, with a couple chugs of beer. I don’t notice anything at first. Just a slight tingling, and a general sense of happy. 

Real subtle compared to some of the stuff I’ve tried on tour. 

“Now, why don’t you show mama how thankful you can be.” She takes my hand and leads me into the bedroom. 

Benny: ​Yeah...those drugs... 

Man, I don’t know what was in that cocktail of drugs they gave us. It was the eighties, after all. People were experimenting with anything that might give them a high. 

I can tell you that it worked. Whatever it was. Faster in Tim’s case. 

Over the next couple months I began to notice my body changing. By the third we had to call off the tour. Our changes were becoming publicly noticeable. 

They checked us into a ‘special’ rehab. Our fans were told we were suffering from exhaustion. Yeah, man. As if. 

Timothy was the first to notice the changes, see? His chest seemed to explode. His breasts grew at an amazing rate. And didn’t seem to want to stop. 

Timothy:​ Oh, yes. You could probably have gotten a bigger bust measurement every day. 

When Terrance told me I would have to start wearing training bras, I was like, “Yeah. Makes sense, sir.” 

The thing was, they became super sensitive as they grew. Like really​ sensitive... 

(Flashback. Timothy, 1987)​ I try to ignore it for a few days. A week after I first notice the growth though, I have to confront the fact that I’m growing breasts. 

My little buds are surprisingly sensitive. Every little touch is agonizingly intense. Nearly painful. My fingers, a cotton shirt, a towel...all feel like I’m rubbing the bristly side of a horsehair brush across my nipples. 

When I take showers, I soon find smooth, silky things have the opposite effect. 

As I lather my pokey, little mounds my penis gets hard as a rock. The sensation seems to vibrate through me stronger than strumming my guitar. Sending waves of fervent passion trembling from my scalp, down to my toes. 

I grunt and whine as I cum. My balls clenching, my jizz shamefully splattering the wall. Just from shampooing my chest. 

I run to Terrance soon after that. 

“You have to help me, man.” I gush. “My...my chest...those drugs!” 

He gives me a knowing smirk. “Here, princess. Let me see.” 

He steps close to me and I feel even more intimidated by his presence than normal. He tugs my shirt up and off and I’m trembling. 

I wince as the cloth rasps over my little buds. He smiles. “Sensitive, huh?” I nod. Then whimper as he grabs both of my tiny breasts between his thumbs and forefingers. “Yeah, you’re coming along nicely.” 

“C...coming along?” I gasp. Barely able to concentrate through the intense sensation. 

He rubs circles on my hard nipples with his thumbs. I can feel every ridge of his thumbprints. Scraping me like sandpaper. My penis is filled with iron. Tenting my pants. I gasp and moan as the black Alpha plays me like an instrument. 

“Yeah, sissy. Those drugs are going to make you even more feminine than you already are.” He gloats. I shiver and moan as he rubs the little buds. 

“You gonna have to start wearing training bras. Understand, Princess?” He orders. 

But that’s absurd. I’m a guy. It would be perverse. Humiliating. The very thought made me shiver. 

“A cute little bra, for these cute little tiddies.” He pinches my little buds hard and I squeal. Pain shoots like white lightning behind my eyes. “Understand?” His voice is a demanding growl. 

I nod furiously. “Yes! Yes, I understand!” I hiss. “A bra for my...for my little titties.” 

Oh god! 

I cum...my balls throb as I shoot hot jizz in my briefs. My own warm slime splashing and covering my groin. I shiver and roll my hips, as my orgasm washes through me. Terrance laughing in my face. 

He chuckles as I settle down, still whimpering. “You get you some pretty tiddy holders.” He finally lets go of my sensitive breasts. “Better wear one tomorrow.” He says, walking away. “I’ll be checking.” 

He leaves me standing in my own filth. My underwear soiled by my own dick slime. 

In the evening I have our driver take me out to a department store at the local mall. I wear sunglasses and a hat to stay incognito. My hair tucked in a braid down the back of my jacket. 

I feel excited and shameful as I step into the women’s lingerie department. As if I’m there to ogle the ladies, or feel-up the mannequins. 

I browse the women’s bras. Reaching out to feel some of them. Lace, or cotton, the insides are almost always soft and padded. Hopefully comfortable enough for my sensitive buds. 

I quickly realize I can’t wear any of them though. Even the A-cups are probably too big. Terrance was right. I’d need a teen girl’s training bra. Yet another little indignity piled upon me. 

I can’t help it, I have tears in my eyes as I peruse the ‘Little Princess’ section. My fingers brush the girl’s training bras as I shop. Looking for a few that would fit...that would look pretty. 

Hoping nobody is watching me. Going to report me to the manager. Some creep in the girl’s section. Molesting the underwear. 

I pick out half a dozen. Cotton in pinks and light blues. Little bows on some. 

Girly. 

In the changing room my penis quickly gets hard as I struggle to pull the first one on. It feels binding around my chest. Hugging my little bumps and enslaving me with straps that seem to be all over the place. 

I look in the mirror and begin to weep. My reflection stares back. A pink bra clutching his chest. Pink with little blue bows on the shoulders and a white ruffle along the bottom. 

I slip to my knees and yank my jeans down past my ass. My penis makes a big tent in my white briefs. I feel so humiliated, so vulnerable with the bra on. It enslaves me. Turns me into a little girl. 

“Are you on in there, son?” The old woman’s voice calls from the other side of the door. I shiver as I hear her key in the lock. The clerk barging in. 

The door opens far enough for the little old lady to poke her head in. Her brown eyes widening as she looks at me. “Oh, dear. You’re one of those then.” She murmurs. 

I tremble at the horror of having her see me like this. “Puh...please.” I whisper. Though I’m not even sure what I’m begging for. Just to have her end the nightmare, I suppose. 

“I suppose you need some panties too.” She gives me a grandmotherly smile. “I’ll be right back. You just take those trousers off, dear.” 

When she returns she has an armful of panties and a few more bras. Humiliated, I try them all on for her. 

The old woman helps me pick out a dozen each. Then I pay, still sniffling. 

The next day Terrance says, “That’s my good princess.” As he gropes my little breasts through my bra. But under my shirt. My penis hard as a rock at the attention. 

Benny: ​It didn’t take long before Cyril and I saw the same changes in our bodies. We were getting extra padding to give us curves. Our chests were growing. Though mine wasn’t as sensitive as Tim’s. Thank god. 

And...and ...our penises. They shrank. Another side effect of the drugs. 

We were in a daze when Terrance dragged us before the record label owner. 

Don Gantz was a fat black man. Balding and jowly. Chomping on the end of a cigar. 

Terrance yelled at us to strip, so we did. Mandy included. Don ordered us to sign some papers as he got up and moved around his giant desk. 

He bent Mandy over it. Slapping her cute ass a few times. Then pulling out his fat dick and fucking her right in front of us. 

Fucking her right next to Cyril as he signed the big stack of papers. His little budding breasts on display. Just as hers slapped together with every thrust from our boss. 

A quick read showed that we were signing over our band name, all our song rights, and basically everything else to do with Electric Snakes. 

When Terrance pressed close and squeezed my round ass, he growled, “Sign.” 

I did.

Tears in my eyes, I signed it all away. 

Part IV: The Pretty Princess Unicorns 

Benny:​ We were broken. We were at a loss. 

Don Gantz announced we would do one last blow-out show featuring our best songs from our first two albums. Something the fans really wanted to see. The old fans anyway. 

Mandy was done with us though. There wasn’t anything left to manage. Though I’d later learn she signed a different contract in Don’s office. 

She had a parting gift for Cyril, though... 

(Flashback. Cyril, 1987)​ “Please.” I beg. “We can work this out.” 

I look up at Mandy from my knees. Her clothes already in her suitcase. 

“You still don’t get it, do you Cyril?” She frowns down at me. “It’s over.” She sweeps one arm wide. “All if it. You signed it all away. Signed me away. Now you have nothing.” 

She moves in close, grabbing me by the hair. I grab her wrist and squeal from the pain. “You never even tried to fight for what was yours. And the bigger boys took it all away.” 

She shoves me onto my back and places a high heel on my chest. Between my little A-cup breasts. 

“They replaced everything you worked for with a sissy body, and big black dicks you have to suck.” She looks lost in thought for a moment. “We have to suck.” She whispers. 

An angry look crosses her face. “What woman wants a sissy with tits and a shrinking dick?” Mandy snarls. 

She presses the tip of her shiny black high heel on my left breast. From down here I can see up her stocking clad thigh. Up to her creamy thigh. Underneath her blue short, pleated skirt. To her lack of panties beneath. 

I squeal as she grinds my little lady bump on my chest. Obviously relishing my pain and humiliation. 

I gasp as her foot moves away. Relieved as the pain ends. Only to find her tugging my jeans down. 

“Look at this pathetic thing.” She pulls out my penis. Already smaller. It’s only four inches when hard. 

“Please.” I beg. 

She just grins down at me cruelly. Placing the tip of her high heel on my penis. Trapping it against the carpet. 

Then she leans in. I wail as she grinds my shrinking penis against the floor. Crushing and burning my most sensitive body part as if it were a discarded cigarette. 

“I’m done with it, and I’m done with you!” With that she stomps my sore noodle and sweeps out. Leaving me on the floor. Curled up, comforting my tortured penis. Tears streaming from my eyes. 

Benny:​ Our last venue as the ​Electric Snakes​ was our biggest one yet. A huge arena in Austin. And we sold it out. 

Man did we play. I think it was desperation. A faint hope that if we did well enough, we would be able to go back to the way things was. Back before ​Ebony Jam​. 

Then we got backstage. Found out the whole thing had just been one final lesson. A final break before we were forced into our new roles. 

They took the final thing from us. The most important. Our fans... 

(Flashback. Benny, 1987)​ “Man that was amazing!” Tim grins at me as we step into our dressing room. 

A chill washes over us, as surely as if someone had dumped a bucket of ice water on our heads. 

Terrance and Black Ice, and their whole crew. Chatting it up all friendly with our favorite groupies. 

Wendy and Gwen are here. That blonde who rode Tim’s jock all night in Omaha. A few others that I didn’t even know the names of. 

“Here they are.” Terrance announces when he sees us. “The little shits of the hour!” 

The girls give out a gasp at his words. 

“Now ladies, didn’t you know? Didn’t these three sissy fucks tell you?” He asks incredulously. 

Terrance reaches us and puts his arms around me and Cyril. “These little pussies love sucking big...black...dick.” He seems to relish the words. Relish the shame on our faces. The horror on the girl’s faces. “Ain’t that right?” 

“Yes, sir.” The three of us answer in unison. Hanging our heads. 

“Show the nice girls what we turned you in to.” He announces. “Get naked.” 

We strip and our groupies gasp at how our bodies have changed. 

“Tell your fans what you think they should do.” The big man sneers. 

Tim says, “You...you should fuck these real men. Black men.” He sniffles. “Not sissies like us.” 

“Maybe you should show them.” 

I drop to my knees and turn. Obediently taking Terrance’s dick out of his jeans. Someone gasps as I kiss and lick the tip. Gwen I think. 

I can hear clothes rustling behind me, as I suck. Men murmuring their approval. Then grunting, women gasping. The heady scent of sex fills the room. 

The men fuck our fans for hours. They seem insatiable. Me, Tim, and Cyril take turns fluffing limp cocks, licking them clean, or getting abused. 

Terrance loves putting me on my hands and knees. Then bending Gwen or Wendy over my back. Fucking them while he slaps my big ass red. 

Finally our torment ends. The girls quickly filing out. 

Wendy gave me a timid smile and a kiss on the forehead before she leaves. Gwen can’t even look me in the eyes. Her shame palpable. 

Benny:​ Yeah, some rumors got started about that night. Oddly, blackLightningh​ adplayedaconcertthreestatesaway.They claimed the whole thing never happened. 

We got sent off to ‘rehab.’ An odd little hospital on a private island in Lake Michigan. We were told that on a clear day you could see the Chicago skyline down the coast. 

Our bodies had nearly done changing. We were more girl than guy then. You wouldn’t have mistaken us as men. 

I was sporting a firm pair of D-cup tits. Cyril a perky B-cup. Tim, though he had an impressive E-cup chest. 

We were curvy in all the right places. My ass was already impressive, but the other two got some nice curves there too. 

And our penises shrank. Before, I was ashamed at only having four inch erections. By the hospital I barely reached two. Tim had a decent cock before. Biggest of the three of us at six nice inches. He shriveled up to a small, one inch micropenis. And Cyril didn’t lose much though. He dropped from five to four inches. 

We weren’t to be sissies anymore. Not in public anyway. We had to be taught to be pretty, submissive, girls. That’s really what the rehab was about... 

(Flashback. Cyril, 1988) ​The front door of the small asylum closes behind us with a slam. Making me jump, and shiver. 

“Welcome to the New Blossoms Institute, girls.” The tall brunette announces. She’s model gorgeous in a short lab coat and tight, pinstripe suit. “My name is Dr. Lovegood.” 

“We’re not g...” She steps into me and slaps me hard across the cheek before I can finish. 

“Proper whores speak when spoken to!” She hisses. 

Then she steps back. That professional smile reappearing as if nothing happened. While I rub my stinging cheek and blink back tears. 

“First we need to get you in proper attire. Strip!” She orders. 

We begin taking off our clothes. Right there in the front hallway. In front of the beautiful doctor, a cute blonde receptionist, and six burly black orderlies. 

I blush as I pull off my T-shirt. Revealing the pink, lace bra underneath. Then that too hits the floor. Exposing my B-cup breasts. 

I can’t help my sad penis twitching as I watch Timothy strip out of the corner of my eye. He looks hot in old jeans that are too tight now for his rounder butt. And today he was only wearing a light, silk crop-top. Nearly sheer, without a bra. 

He had been complaining that his giant tits were too sensitive and had to go without a bra every couple days or so. He also kept picking out shirts that are too tight for his massively expanded 

chest. Basically turning them into crop-tops. Showing off his sexy midriff. 

I know I shouldn’t be attracted to him, but I can’t help it. I watch as he shivers, pulling his shirt past his large breasts. His nipples as hard as diamonds. 

I know he isn’t actually a girl, but Terrance’s pills have turned him hot. He basically doesn’t have anything down there, I notice as he pulls off a pair of silky panties. 

My own penis tents my white briefs as I pull off my own jeans. 

“Somebody still has a naughty dolly, I see.” Dr. Lovegood sneers, stepping close to me. “Don’t worry, my dear. We can take care of that.” 

She motions to the orderlies. Three of whom stomp over and grab me. I struggle, but the big black men easily wrestle me to the cold, hard, floor. 

The doctor motions to Benny. “Take care of that dolly, dear.” She points down to my erection. 

Benny nods timidly. He kneels in front of me. His own little penis hard between his thighs. He looks up at me with an apologetic look. Then he leans in and sucks my penis into his mouth. 

I’ve never had a man give me a blowjob, the thought makes me queasy. But his mouth feels amazing around my erection. Warm and wet, his tongue tickles my shaft, his throat squeezes my tip. Moaning as if he’s enjoying himself. 

I don’t last long. Grunting as I cum. My friend and band mate submissively gulping down my jizz as my penis shoots stream after stream of it in his mouth. 

“Very good.” Dr. Lovegood announces. Grabbing Benny by his long brown hair and pulling him off me. 

The sissy wipes my cum from his lips as the doctor grins down. “Your friend’s dollies have shrunk enough to be irrelevant.” She announces. Benny looks shamefully at what he has left between his legs. “But you are stubbornly holding on to yours. 

I whimper as she gently presses the tip of her red, high heeled shoe onto my limp penis. Pinning it against the hard linoleum. “It’s time to put your dolly away.” 

Dr. Lovegood sneers as she grinds my manhood beneath her shoe. I wail and sob. Trying to struggle, but easily held in place by the orderlies. Helpless to her cruel abuses. 

I gasp as she pulls her foot away from my crotch. Leaving my crushed penis throbbing with pain. Then another orderly kneels next to me. A cruel grin on his face. 

He holds a little steel device. Like a cage shaped like a small limp penis. 

“Cage it!” Dr. Lovegood orders triumphantly. 

I groan as the strong black man grabs my painfully throbbing penis. He shoves it into the tiny cage. Locking the open end around my balls. He steps away when the cage is secure. 

“There.” Dr. Lovegood announces. “Now your dolly is locked in chastity. You won’t be able to play with it anymore.” She nudges it with the tip of her shoe. “We can take it off if your shame shrinks to an appropriate size.” 

The black men lift me back to my feet. “Now, Let’s get you appropriately dressed.” The doctor snaps her fingers, turns on her heels, and heads down a nearby hall. 

The orderlies prod us to follow her. 

We stand uncomfortably, in a room of pink and light blue. Of silk, satin, lace, and frills. Padded benches, vanities, mirrors, and racks and racks of girly clothes. 

The doctor hands us what look like electric razors, with turning ends. She shows us how to use them, then orders us to shave all over. 

The razors actually pluck small hairs. Bringing tears to my eyes from the pain as I run it up and down my legs. Around my groin and across my chest. 

When we are finished, the beautiful doctor runs her hands around our plucked bodies. Delighting in our smoothness. 

“Now, let’s get you properly clothed.” Dr. Lovegood grins. Pulling lingerie off of racks and handing it to us. 

She gives me a matching set of bra and panties. Pink satin with white lace edging. Almost humiliatingly feminine. 

The panties are a thong pair and the first that I’ve ever worn. I shiver as I pull them up my legs. An active participant in my own emasculation. 

The pink satin front slips over my caged penis. Making me whimper, both from shame and from pain. The string back settles between my newly rounded asscheeks. Making my bottom clench uncomfortably around it. 

Next, I’m handed a black lace garter and a pair of stockings. The garter goes easily around my hips. Almost like a belt. Just with odd, dangling straps hanging on the front and back. 

I have to sit on a pink, padded bench. The white frill around the top edge tickles the back of my thighs. I reach down with the first stocking. Slipping my foot inside. 

The silk stocking slides up my newly smooth leg. I gasp as it glides on my skin. It feels like slipping into a hot bubble bath. Feminine and comforting. My caged penis twitches in a strange excitement. 

By the time I pull the second stocking on, I definitely feel a strange erotic thrill. My little penis strains in its cage. Still sore from its earlier stomping. 

As I clip the stockings to my garter, it’s almost as if I’m caging my soul. Just as my penis is caged in its chastity. 

Dr. Lovegood hands me a sheer, pink negligee. I whimper again as I slip it on. It barely covers my cute, little ass and does nothing to protect my modesty, while hugging my curves. 

Looking in a mirror I see someone that no longer even resembles a man. Except for her little caged dolly. My friends look even more feminine in their lingerie. Beautiful even. 

“Kneel, girls. Time to show the boys how thankful you are for their help.” The doctor orders. 

The three of us drop to our knees as the orderlies step close. Unbuckling their pants. A big chocolate dick presses against my cheek. 

My lips obediently part. Almost of their on volition. The black cock fills my mouth. Poking the back of my throat. I start sucking. 

To my left are my friends. Choking on their own black dicks. Timothy almost seems happy to be sucking. 

To my right, I catch sight of myself in the mirror. A blonde girl in lingerie on her knees. Sucking a big black man’s dick as he grins happily. 

Tears fill my eyes. Trickling down my cheeks at my stolen manhood. 

A second orderly rubs the tip of his dick against my shoulder. I grip his warm velvet shaft and gently stroke him. Sobbing around the dick inching into my throat. 

Benny:​ Dr. Lovegood started us on an intense training. Man I sucked a lot of black cocks while we were there. 

Every day was filled with humiliation and emasculation. We soon found out the label was having us crafted into a new girl band. They had already started the marketing while we were being abused. 

They wanted us to be a girl band fashioned after a popular girl’s cartoon show at the time. You know, the outrageous one? Goldie and the something-or-others? I don’t remember. 

They changed our names, of course. Dr. Lovegood stood grinning as we signed the paperwork to have it all done up legal. 

I became Betty. ‘Bouncin’ Betty, for the album. Tim, became ‘Tin Lizzy.’ And Cyril became ‘Cassiopeia,’ or just Cassie around the institute. 

Part of our training involved how to move on stage. Prancing around in high heels. How to present our new femininity. Our sexuality. 

One of the aspects of our old lives the drugs hadn’t changed much were our voices. Something that made Dr. Lovegood quite grumpy. 

After a month it was clear to her that, while our voices had softened some, they weren’t going to change. So they started us on a vocal scrub. 

That’s what they called it anyway, vocal scrub. Really a chemical cocktail that burns your throat a couple times a day for month. Loosening our vocal cords. 

By the end of it, we had the voices of the women they wanted us to be. 

After three months of our ‘rehab’ we were taken to a studio to model for cover shots for our upcoming album. 

Cyril got heated. He demanded to know why we would shoot a cover, when we hadn’t even written any songs. 

He shut up when one of our escorts slapped him across the face. We were played our first single. ​I’m Hidden Under My Clothes wasn’t written by us. It wasn’t even sung by us. 

We were dressed in lingerie or bikinis for the cover shots. We were made very aware that our producers wanted the theme of the album and our band to be white girls submitting to black dicks. Not in so many words of course. It would be couched in ‘subtle’ lyrics. Just like all of music at the time. 

We spent a week or so practicing nearly a dozen songs. Songs that we didn’t write. They would be added to our first albums as our new band. 

Soon after, we graduated from that hospital. The newly minted ‘Princess Unicorns’​ were ready to play. We had been broken down, emasculated, and turned into good little girls. 

Our single had been doing surprisingly well. So, right out of the hospital we went on tour. A ten song set. 

Even though we had been practicing the songs, we didn’t actually play or sing them on stage. We lip-synced the whole concert. Man that may have been even more humiliating than everything else. 

We had been at the top. Considered the best by our fans. Now we were a sham. Jokes. Not even real rock stars. 

We felt so demoralized as we entered our dressing room after that first show. Fakes in every way imaginable. 

Finding Terrance and his crew waiting was just icing on the cake... 

(Flashback. Benny-Betty, 1988)​ “That was...that was, painful.” Cyril moans. His new voice soft and sweet, but filled with sorrow. 

He’s right, but the crowd seemed to enjoy the show. I nod, pushing the door open to our dressing room. I step in before I notice anything wrong. 

Terrance is standing in the middle of the room. Grinning at us. “Ah, the bitches of the hour!” He crows. “Get over here and give daddy some good love, Bouncy Betty.” He grins at the play on my new name. 

I hustle over. Tugging down the hem of my mini-dress. My toes sore from preforming in my high heels. 

The black Alpha pulls me into a hug. Immediately reaching into my deep, v-necked dress. I’m not allowed to wear a bra on stage. That way my ample tits are free to jiggle around more. ‘Bouncin’ Betty.’ 

“Oh yeah!” He grins. “These have come along real nice.” 

Terrance’s rough hand grabs my sensitive breast. I gasp as he squeezes and tugs my tit under my dress. Ice and the rest of the entourage move in on Tim and Cyril. Quickly stripping them and pushing them to their knees. 

“They feel so real, you sissy cunt.” Terrance pinches and pulls on my hardened nipple. Making me squeal softly. 

The black man grips the top of my dress and yanks it down. I whimper as it tears. My tits bouncing and jiggling. He leans in and sucks on my left nipple. Making me moan from the sensation. My tiny wee-wee gets hard in my silky panties. A reminder that I’m neither a man, or a woman. I’m a sissy. 

He pushes me to my knees and I unbuckle his belt. I hate how my mouth begins to water, knowing what I’m about to do. 

I tug down his jeans. Revealing strong, masculine thighs and bright blue boxers. His giant dick tenting his cotton underwear. 

I’m a good girl. I lean in and kiss his tip through the blue boxers as he caresses the top of my head. I kiss down his shaft to his balls. Feeling the shape of his manhood through his underwear. Then I kiss my way back up. 

I grip the waist of his boxers and look up at Terrance. He grins down at me from his position of power. There is no way for me to pretend I am anything but his little girl as our eyes meet. 

I pull his boxers down. Releasing his giant dick. Quickly kissing and licking his tip. Tasting his pre-cum, even as my tummy rumbles in protest. 

I take some long licks from the base of his dark shaft up. Tasting him like I would a popsicle. Kissing his flared tip before heading back down. 

I suck his hairy, black balls into my mouth. Gently and carefully licking and cleaning them. Bristly hairs tickle the inside of my mouth as I worship the seat of his manhood. 

I kiss my way back to his tip. Then I open my mouth wide. Taking his dick inch after inch. I gag a little when he reaches my throat, but press on. Even as I am forced to hold my breath. 

I grab his tight ass as I force myself further and further down his cock. His thick shaft filling and widening my throat. 

Terrance laughs as I finally reach the base of his dick. I’ve swallowed the whole nine inches. I stick my tongue out and tickle his balls while I hold his entire erection inside me. 

I’m not just a cocksucking sissy. I’m an expert, cocksucking sissy. 

I bob back up and gasp for air. Stroking his big dick with my hands, while I catch my breath. “That’s a good bitch.” Terrance compliments me. I can’t help the shameful wave of pleasure that washes through me at his degrading compliment. 

I lick and suck his big cock. Gently fondling his balls until I feel them squeeze. His dick twitches in my mouth. Quickly shooting a gush of hot jizz at the back of my throat. 

I swallow his load desperately as he grunts above me. His slimy cum flowing down into my tummy. He grabs my hair painfully as he drains his big dick into his little sissy. 

When he finishes, he shoves me away. “Ha!” He laughs, pointing a the TV set up in the corner of the room. 

I realize I’ve been hearing our old songs playing. The sissy ones. My eyes go wide with shock as I look at the screen. 

Four strange men, dressed like we used to, are on stage. Playing before a cheering crowd. The tv says “Electric Snakes, live from Austin.” 

“Looks like they replaced you pussies.” Terrance laughs. 

My tummy does a flip-flop as I realize he is right. They turned us into a girl band, and stole our identities. 

I wake from my daze at another black cock poking my cheek. “Get suckin’, bitch!” The man orders. 

I docily open my mouth to accept his dick. Tim and Cyril nearby, gasping and moaning as they suck on their own black masters’ cocks. 

Benny:​ We did a twenty state tour. Playing songs that weren’t our own. 

Gone was the satisfaction of being real stars. Gone were the sweet, sweet groupies. Gone was the money. 

We were slaves to the label. Bitches who dropped to their knees when ordered. 

Raven was the only member of the band who didn’t mind the false show we were putting on. She seemed to be enjoying the whole thing. 

She made me sleep with her. I couldn’t spend time with groupies anymore anyway. We certainly had our fans, but we weren’t allowed to interact with them outside authorized meet-ups. 

I hate to admit just how I was beginning to enjoy the abuse she gave me. How much the pain she caused my little wee got me off. She loved dominating me, of course. 

She was my cruel, black, mama... 

(Flashback, Benny-Betty, 1988) “​ Come to mama, Betty.” She orders. Motioning to me from where she sits on the edge of the bed. Her thick thighs spread wide. Sweet black pussy ready for my sissy lips. 

I crawl across the floor. Tits barely held in by a baby-blue nighty. Legs hugged by stockings, held up by a lace garter. My tiny 

pud hard and free beneath me. Too small to even bounce anymore as I crawl. 

I move up between her legs and Raven moans as I kiss the insides of her thighs. Her moans turn to groans as my lips move to her cunny. Then she falls back, gasping with pleasure as my tongue darts inside her wet cunt. 

She squeezes her own massive tits and moans loudly as I pleasure her. When I bring her to orgasm her thighs squeeze my head tight and she groans so loud I’m sure the neighboring rooms can hear her. 

“Fuck yes, sissy! Eat they pussy! Make mama cream!” Her big body shakes with her pleasure. Jiggling as she rocks the bed. 

When she finally comes down she grins at me. “Your turn, baby.” 

At first she leaves me on my hands and knees. Moving around behind me and spreading my legs. 

With a SMACK! she reaches between my thighs and starts spanking my pathetic groin. I whimper as my teeny nub is abused. 

My sissy body shivers. Not with pleasure, but with a shameful mix of pain and lust. I want this. I deserve it. Most of all, I crave it. 

“Ready to feel good?” She asked after a few dozen snacks.

I nod. “Yes, mama.” I admit. Knowing where it would lead. She makes me lay on my back. Then she smiles down at me as 

she strokes my pathetic nothing with her thumb and forefinger. Her other hand fondling my balls. 

“Mama hates your pathetic winkie.” Raven berates me as she strokes. “It’s so useless. Just a little joke to make you think you were a man. And what are you, really?” 

“I’m your good little sissy, mama.” I gasp. The humiliating admission pushing me over. 

A tiny stream of cum spurts onto my nighty. Then Raven crushes my balls in her hand. Ruining my orgasm, like so very many she has ruined before. 

Gradually my body has come to accept its ravaged pleasures. Pain crackles through me as my body fails to deliver its precious load. So does a strange, shivering ecstasy. 

Not pleasure, exactly. But definitely something orgasmic, that flavors the pain. 

I don’t even notice when she lets go. Lost in my own world of perversion. Not until I finally calm down. Still quaking and whimpering. 

“Mmm, good sissy.” She grins down at me. I scoop up the small bit of my own jizz that escaped and lick it from my fingers as she has taught me. 

Raven’s grin turns cruel as she pulls a hair-tie from her head. Wrapping it around two of her fingers like a rubber band. I flail about desperately. Grabbing the leg of the bed and an end table. Clenching my jaw against what is to come. 

Raven presses the tie against my tiny, limp, bump. She pulls half of it back...then let’s go. I squeal as it snaps my wee. The pain sharp and all encompassing. 

Raven laughs as she snaps my little nub and my teeny balls all over. Turning them into a mass of red welts and throbbing pain. 

Tears flow freely from my eyes. The pain is intense. I want to beg. I want to clench my thighs shut. But I don’t want to anger her. 

She finishes by punching me in the groin. I sit up, doubling over in pain. Only to be pushed on my back as she crawls up my small body. Making sure to ram her knee into my crotch. 

Raven pins me down and leans in. Smothering my face with her massive tits, so I can’t breath. Repeatedly kneeing my little abused nub. Making me gasp for air that cannot come. 

When she finally lets me up, I gasp desperately for air. Only to have the light quickly snuffed out as she sits on my face. 

I obediently lick her pussy as she leans down. Her giant tits mashed on my tummy. Face trapped between her thick, black thighs. 

Raven lazily slaps my tortured pud long into the night as I pleasure her. Moaning happily on top of my sissy body. 

Benny: ​The tour was considered a success. We were stashed in a nice apartment near the label’s offices while we waited for our next tour to start. 

There was a two month turn around as they got things ready. In the meantime we were basically ‘kept women.’ With everything that entailed. 

We were expected to go out on dates with the record company execs. Go to parties that they threw, and entertain some important guests. 

Mostly it meant a lot of blowjob’s. 

Tim, for instance was regularly called to Don Gantz’s office for a bit of afternoon delight... 

(Flashback. Timothy-Lizzy, 1988)​ I tremble as I knock on my master’s door. Don likes me to be prompt and to look sexy. 

Everything I wear shouts ‘fuck me’ down to my lacy black panties. Though he will order me to leave those on since he, “Don’t want to see that, bitch.” 

Even if my penis has shrunk so small as to be nearly non-existent. 

Today I wear a tight, red, mini-dress. Barely covering my round bottom. The top is a tube-top style. Just desperately clinging to my giant tits. 

I grab it and tug it back up. So it covers my areola again. I went without a bra, and my breasts jiggle freely in the tight dress. Always in danger of flopping out if I don’t keep tugging at it every few minutes. 

Underneath I wear black stockings that don’t quite reach the hem of my dress. Showing off a couple inches of pale thigh, and the straps to my garter. 

My ass still stings where the guard in the lobby pinched it under my dress as he chatted me up. He seemed delighted to find that I must have been wearing a thong. 

“Come in.” Don’s deep, commanding voice makes my body shiver. If I had a real pussy, I’m sure it would be soaking now. 

I push the door open and give the fat black man my most seductive smile. “Get over here, bitch.” He grins. Chomping on his cigar. 

I swiftly cross to his giant desk. Taking a carefully practiced, deep breath. One that makes the top of my dress finally give up. It drops and my giant breasts bounce out. Don grins at the sight. 

He stands as I move around his desk. Grabbing my tits and manhandling them as I tug my dress down. My body shivers. 

Nearly overwhelmed by the sensation. My breasts are still so sensitive. I whimper as my dress drops to my ankles. 

“Bend over.” He orders. 

I bite my lower lip like Dr. Lovegood taught me, and bend over his desk. Resting my elbows on the dark wood. My big tits dangle down as I wiggle my round ass for my master. 

He pulls his cigar out and runs the moistened side along my bare derrière. Then he pulls my garter strap out and nestles it there. Trapped between the tight strap and my soft skin. I can feel the cigar’s heat. So deliciously close to my sensitive flesh. 

My eyes go wide and I gasp at his first sharp spank. Then I let out a little eek at the second. Soon I am moaning and whining as he slowly turns my ass red with his firm hand. 

By the time Don finishes, tears roll down my cheeks. My rear burns with pain. The black Alpha having put me in my place. 

“I want you to beg.” He whispers in my ear as he leans over me. I can feel his hard dick against my throbbing ass. Pushing at me through his slacks. 

He doesn’t want me to beg right away, though. I have learned that. I nod as he reaches beneath me. Grabbing my big tits. 

My tiny sissy bump is as hard as it can get in my panties. My body shivers as he plays with my breasts. Gentle at first. Gradually getting rougher. 

I moan loudly from the sensation. Trembling in my master’s hands. I want him, I want him so bad. 

He begins to squeeze and yank painfully on my sensitive orbs. Then slapping and pinching. Kneading them like dough. 

I cry out as I cum. Soiling my panties with my sad little cummies and begging my master. “Please! Oh please! Give me your big cock!” 

Don laughs as he takes his cigar and shoves me to the floor. Nudging me under his desk with his foot. Like trash he wants to hide. 

He sits in his big leather chair and spreads his legs. Scooting forward and trapping in the near darkness under the dark wood. I eagerly open his fly and dig his thick cock out. Kissing the bit 

of cream already smeared on his mushroom tip.

His cock spreads my jaw painfully as I choke it down. Gagging 

and coughing as I take his manhood into my throat. My eyes water with the effort. 

“That’s a good, whore.” He crows. Petting my head. 

When his dick finally throbs in my mouth it seems to erupt. I cough and choke on his gushing jizz. Cum spurting out of my nose. 

Don groans happily above me as I drink his man slime. Moaning to show him how happy I am to be his sissy pet. 

I gasp and cough as I pull away. No doubt my mascara running down my cheeks. His fat dick slowly softening before me. 

I wipe my master’s cum from my chin. Eagerly licking it from my fingers. Delighting in the bitter taste. 

But I am far from finished. I lean back in and gently lay kisses on his soft dick. I’ll spend the rest of the afternoon under here. Fluffing him and sucking him off. 

If past experience is an indication, I’ll swallow his load two or three more times. Even as people come in to discuss business with 

him. Never knowing a whore kneels, naked beneath his giant, dark desk. 

(Flashback. Cyril-Cassie, 1988) B​ lack Ice is in town to sign some advertising deals. He took me along to be pretty eye candy for any photo-ops. 

I had been a rockstar at the height of his career. Now I’m sex fluff for a black Alpha. 

When we got back to his hotel room he shoved a bag of clothes at me. “Get dressed, bitch.” He ordered and I hustled to comply. 

I’m dressed like a slutty schoolgirl. Sheer white top, tiny and tied across my perky tits. Short, plaid skirt. Covering my little dolly stuck in its steel cage. White, thigh high stockings. With blue ribbons around the tops. 

I hate how slutty I feel in the clothes. How they make me behave, all vulnerable and submissive. How erotic they make me feel. My manhood trapped beneath the forced femininity. Locked up in my steel chastity. 

Ice can sense my hesitation and lazily backhands my cheek. I rub the stinging red mark. Then I fumble with the fly of his jeans. 

He groans above me as I grip his thick shaft. Gently stroking down to pull the hood of his uncut cock away from the tip. Making it peak out at me. 

My eyes tear up as I kiss another man’s dick. Tasting the pre-cum on the tip of his cock. Feeling the black velvet against my lips, the warmth against my tongue. 

The big man laughs above me as I take him deep in my throat. I’m his sissy plaything. 

I begin to sob. 

Benny:​ Our second tour was even bigger than the first. Crossing thirty states and finishing in Europe. It would highlight the second half of the album. Plus a single that fans were told would be on our second album. 

Apparently, the record sales were great. The label was excited to work on a second one right away. 

A large chunk of our tour in the states coincided with a tour that Black Lightning w​ as conducting. 

We did a lot of press tours together. Making sure to show that we were happy to spend plenty of ‘special’ time with the black Alphas. 

We did spend a lot of special time...on our knees. Sucking black dicks. Terrance and Ice loved to abuse and use us. And to watch their friends use us. 

We also noticed that there were more and more white girls hanging around them. Girls that would also show up at our concerts. 

The label’s plan was definitely working. I’ve been told that there was a definite spike in both white sissies, and interracial sex around that time. 

The tour was going great, for the label. There was talk that the next album would be a record breaker. 

Then Lichtenstein happened... 

Part V: Taking a Licking in Lichtenstein 

Benny: ​The first leg of our European tour went well. We were a big hit. Lots of new fans turned out. We were well received by the media. And there was no ​Black Lightning, ​you know? 

Cyril was actually in a good mood for the first time in a long while. Tim was ecstatic. Excited to explore a foreign country. I was pleased that it almost felt like old times. 

Just...you know, as girls.

Then we reached Germany.

See, we didn’t know three things. The Label was trying to make 

big inroads in Europe, and that started in Germany. Apparently the ​Princess Unicorns​ were a special kind of popular among a certain set of influential gentlemen. And we hadn’t lost our anal virginity, because Terrance had been explicitly instructed by Don Gantz to keep our asses intact. 

So they could be effectively sold. 

We were to attend a special party. Held just for a select clientele. Raven obviously knew what was up. She looked a little sad as she helped apply my makeup. 

“Oh, honey. You going to come back a little changed.” She tisked as she caressed my cheek... 

(Flashback. Cyril-Cassie, 1989)​ Our limo pulls up outside an imposing stone mansion. The drive is filled with fancy cars and well dressed men. 

I take our driver’s hand as he helps me out of the vehicle. I blush at the gesture. Feeling weak and feminine. 

My dress rustles to the ground. White satin, like a shimmering pearl. 

All three of us are dressed the same. White gowns that cover from neck to ground. Hugging our generous curves. Underneath we wear white silk bra and thong panties. White lace garters and stockings. And white high heels. 

My chastity cage feels more prominent than usual in my panties. After all these months, I mostly don’t even notice it. 

Dr. Lovegood took great delight in training my penis to it. She would strip and rub her body against me a few times a day to force an erection. 

Trapped in its little cage, my dolly couldn’t grow any bigger. Couldn’t get stiff. It was agony as it crushed itself in its cage. 

After a month or so it...just stopped. I have only rarely gotten anything close to an erection since then. Painful and crushed in my cage, of course. Usually finishing with just a pathetic little drizzle of cum. 

We walk into the big house and are guided to a ballroom. 

“Gentlemen! I present, Princess Unicorns!” A man dressed in an odd red suit shouts from next to the door. Some twenty odd men clap as we step down to the floor. Mostly older, black men. 

I am soon separated from my friends as small groups of men surround us. Asking fan questions; how is the tour, what’s it like to be on stage. 

I’m offered no end of drinks. As the men press close around me. As the night wears on, they get more and more handsy. Not that I’m not used to it. Men’s hands on my waist, my neck, my round ass. Nothing too obscene, though. 

There is the sound of a gong. The man in red by the door, I notice. Then servants drag out three padded benches. Probably so we can start sucking dicks. 

Men grin as they grab at my gown. Tugging harder and harder. It rips and shreds surprisingly easily. Obviously designed to give along the various hems. Soon we each stand in our lingerie. Surrounded by groups of leering men. Vulnerable and alone. 

“Do you really have a caged ‘ding’ in there?” A man asks in a heavy German accent. 

“Uh...uh...” I stammer. Not familiar with the word. 

He boldly shoves a hand in my silk panties. His eyes light up as he grabs my caged dolly. He shakes it, then tugs my thong down to show the other men. 

“Tunte!” He announces. The other men laugh. 

I whimper when he squeezes my balls. The pain shooting up my sides. 

Another man says something in German and they chuckle again. Then they pull me over to one of the benches. 

“What...what are...” They force me to my knees. Bent over the padded bench. Hands slap my bare ass a few times. My thong is pulled down to my knees. 

My arms are forced behind me and cuffed. Then hands grab my asscheeks. Spreading them apart. 

My body shivers when I feel a finger rub against my asshole. Spreading a cold lube around my tight anal bud. I can’t help but clench as I take a big gulp of air. 

“H...hey...hey, please don’t do this?” It nearly comes out as a whisper. 

“Don’t...don’t do this. Please? Not this...oh god.” My feminine voice begs the chuckling men. 

My eyes go wide when I feel it. Thicker and spongier than the finger. A man’s cock rubbing gently against my anal flower. 

Tears start to fill my eyes. My head shakes back and forth slowly. How can this be happening? Why would they want to? I’m a man...I’m not...I’m not... 

My vision burns white as the laughing man pushes forward. My ass clenches in a desperate bid to keep him out. His dick slowly opens me up anyway. 

The tip of his cock enters me like a hot coal. Burning my insides. Agony. 

I scream as he inches deeper. Burning his way down to my soul. The gathered men laugh at my pain and helplessness. At the total loss of my masculinity. 

As a dick is shoved in my mouth to shut me up, I finally know what it is to be a sissy. 

My body rocks as I’m fucked from behind. Dazed in a world of pain and loss. In the distance I hear Timothy cry out, “Yes, Daddy! Fuck me deeper!” 

I swallow hard around the cock in my throat. The one in my ass pounding me. Proving that it owns me. 

I whimper and sob as my tears run freely. My dolly throbs painfully, a counterpoint to the burning thrusts in my rear. It shamefully tries to get erect in its tiny cage. 

Soon I drizzle cum down my thighs as I have a disgusting, shuddering orgasm. 

After an eternity, the dick in my ass is finished. I feel soiled as my bowels fill with his hot cum. His foul slime slowly leaking out of me. Out of my sissy pussy. 

I whimper as the next cock easily shoves into me. Knocking my breath away for a moment. 

I’m not sure how many times I’m actually fucked. By the time we are led back into our limo, we are exhausted and the sun is just coming up. 

My asshole gapes open. Drooling the collected jizz of many men. 

I lean my head against the window and sob as a foreign country passes by. 

Benny:​ My understanding is that the party was a success. I’ve been told that ​Ebony Jam​ is still the number one label in Germany. 

The next leg of the tour, the last few concerts, was going to be a hook-up with a local singer. 

A really popular British black rockstar named Johnny Infamous. He was an outrageous loon who sang and played an eclectic mix of rock, jazz, and punk. 

He was really nice too. Super respectful to us backstage. Excited to collaborate, and interested in our opinions. 

I think Cyril had a bit of a crush on him. 

I just don’t think the label realized how outrageous the man actually was... 

(Flashback. Cyril-Cassie, 1989)​ The crowd seems super amped. Dancing and bouncing through our first three songs. 

Johnny is doing great. Belting out lyrics like a rock god. He could easily be one of the top ten singers of all time. 

I shiver as I glance over at him. A black Adonis. Half open shirt showing off glistening, chocolate abs. 

My dolly twitches in its home. Bouncing around under my indecently short, glittering skirt. Free to dance, because Johnny had whispered in my ear just before we went on stage. 

“Take your panties off, beautiful.” He ordered in that sexy accent. 

I had tugged them off just before I stepped on stage. 

We open into the fourth song. One of ‘ours.’ A song called Opened Up For My Back Door Lover.​ Though half the time the girl singing the song says ‘black door lover’ as if that even makes sense. 

Suddenly I see a look of shock from the girls in the crowd closest to the stage. Sort of a look of awe, mingled with fear. I feel hands on my hips. I can sense Johnny close behind me. He lifts me in the air like I weigh nothing. 

My short skirt rides up as he pulls me back against him. My bare ass presses against the muscles over his stomach. 

My eyes widen as he slides one arm around my tummy to pin me in place. His free hand reaches down. He spreads my asscheeks and I feel the tip of his dick between them. 

“Ready, beautiful?” He asks. I can barely hear him over the crowd and the pre-recorded song. 

I nod. “Yes, please.” 

The front of my skirt has ridden up, and I spread my smooth thighs. Showing off my naughty dolly to the world as Johnny’s big dick painfully spears me. 

I scream my pleasure and pain. Heard even over the song. 

He fucks me before the cheering crowd. Holding me in the air like a sex toy. Thrusting to the beat of the song. 

Soon the crowd writhes with unbidden lust. White girls stripping, offering themselves to the black men in the crowd. 

A giant fucking orgy. 

My dolly leaks it’s own little slime as Johnny cums mightily in my ass. Filling me with his warm batter. 

He drops me with a grunt and I fall to my hands and knees before him. Wiggling my ass as an offer to his black mastery over me. 

Benny:​ It was a debacle for the label. Huge fines and censures. We were outed as frauds. Our record got pulled. 

We quickly we were hauled before a judge in Vaduz. A tiny town, but the Capitol of Lichtenstein. 

Johnny had been hustled out of the country immediately after the show. Though charges were never brought against him. 

Inciting a riot, public lewdness, and prostitution. Those are the charges I remember. There were some dozen others though. 

The trial was hard to follow, our translator was not top tier. 

We were ordered to strip nude in the court room as part of the evidence. Showing off our mostly feminine bodies. The prosecutor got to touch us and show off our tiny winkies to the jurors. There was a lot of laughter. 

We were sentenced to a night in the stocks and two weeks in jail. 

We were literally stripped and made to bend over outside the courthouse. Clapped into those wooden stocks that probably hadn’t been used in a century. 

We spent the night with passers-by spitting on us. Or spanking our helpless asses. Grabbing our dangling tits. Swatting our tiny sissy bumps. 

The three of us were abused until the sun came up. 

Then we were placed into a men’s prison. After all, we did still have penises. Technically. 

We spent two weeks in a near constant state of fucking and sucking prison dicks. 

I have to say, it was a joy to find Raven waiting for me when we got out. 

That was the end of ​Princess Unicorns​ as a band, though. And the end of us as rockstars. 

Part VI: Where Are They Now 

Benny:​ You know I still get a lot of blame for the rise of sissy culture. And I’ve come to accept that. I think they are probably right. We did have a hand in it. Even if we had no real choice in what we became. 

It was a hard road, but man it was a wild ride. 

Sure, sure...Timothy just fully embraced being a woman. Lizzie still works as Don Gantz’s private secretary. 

I hear he set her up real nice. Uptown apartment. Fancy car with driver. And a nice little slush fund for rainy days. 

And I’ll tell you, she still looks great. All these years later. Still a hot little sex pot. Still spends a lot of her days under his desk. Serving at the feet of her black master. 

I know Lizzie doesn’t have any regrets. 

I heard Cyril looked into reversal surgery. Something by some Swedish doctor. I guess he decided it would be too dangerous, though. Probably too expensive, too. 

He’s a lounge singer now. Cruise ships mainly. He goes by Cassie Anne, and is quite popular. Always in demand on that circuit. 

He mentioned once that he had his chastity cage removed. But that his little dolly still wouldn’t work properly. That’s what he called it, “My little dolly.” Then he shuddered. 

I’m still with Raven. I love my black mama and our life together. Though I go by Benny again, most of the time. Living as her well trained sissy. 

We wrote a few books about embracing the sissy lifestyle. Then I did some niche porn movies. Some gay, and some specific sissy videos. 

Now we have a website and do online shows. She dominates and punishes my shameful wee and I beg her to use me. 

We have quite a following. 

Molly? Oh, yeah. I know where she ended up. I actually met her on set once. 

Turns out Don Gantz has a long reach. His fingers in a lot of pies. 

He pulled some strings and coerced her into doing porn. Under the name, Molly Manhandle. She still does shows and strip clubs. 

She got famous for interracial and BDSM scenes. Probably not the fame she was looking for all those years ago, though. 

In the end, I guess it didn’t turn out how any of us expected.