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The Big House!

By Brian Masters

Concept by Devin Dickie

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

***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. 

The Big House

By Brian Masters  

Chapter 1 

Sam was in a hurry to get home. His wife, Angie, had sent him to the store to pick up a few things for her and he knew better than to dawdle because he hated to be away from her. Angie was a buxom woman who at five foot 9 stood a good three inches taller than her diminutive husband. Add this to the fact that she outweighed Sam by thirty pounds and had a temper to match her fiery red hair and you can see poor Sam is definitely not the one wearing the pants in the house. No, Angie controlled her little hubby the way a loving master controls a beloved pet dog. Their friends all laughed behind Sam’s back at the way he conformed to Angie’s every wish as if it were a command. But she loved him very much and didn’t see things the way everyone else did. She truly thought her husband was a man’s man in every way. 

Everyone, Sam’s family included, wondered how he ever landed a beauty like Angie seeing as she had the body of a comic book heroine drawn by a basement dwelling virgin teenager. Her hair was a deep red that flowed down past her shoulders in beautiful waves that somehow drew attention to her piercing green eyes. Angie had a face that stopped men in their tracks. Her beauty was sculpted by the gods and almost took attention away from her décolletage. But no one was able to keep their eyes away from Angie’s breasts, men and women alike. On any other woman they would look fake or too big and unnatural, but on Angie’s frame they were spectacular. An amazing 42DD chest that was perfectly formed and still held out with very little sag. They were porn tits to be sure, firm and supple with pointy nipples that told the weather as well as Angie’s mood from one moment to the next. Her tits complemented her ass to perfection giving her an amazing hourglass figure straight out of every man’s imagination. And those legs! My god her legs were wonderful, muscular, smooth and perfectly tanned making everyone want to be wrapped in them for hours on end. 

And then there was Sam. Poor little Sam never did grow into himself the way his parents always said he would. No, Sam was a tiny, slender man who perpetually looked like a young boy causing him no end of torment all through high school and on into his adult years. He was carded every time he tried to order a drink. He was mocked constantly by bigger, stronger men who commented daily about how strange it was to see such an obvious wimp with the gorgeous and sexy Angie. 

At five foot 6 and weighing only 130 pounds Sam was the butt of everyone’s jokes his entire life. There wasn’t a trace of muscle anywhere on his frame, he couldn’t grow facial hair at all and in fact was almost completely smooth of any body hair at all. Tiny tufts of light brown hair peeked out from Sam’s armpits and an equally small patch of short and curlies framed his tiny penis. Sam was in constant fear of his underdeveloped package ever since his first locker room shower in high school. Just glancing around the room told him everything he’d ever need to know. He was far below average. Sam had of course measured his pecker like every man does at some point in his life. But for Sam the results were obviously pathetic. After doing a little research Sam found the average size for a male penis to be six inches, a fact that shattered Sam’s self image when he realized he was carrying a ridiculous three and a half inches when hard. Micro penis would be a more apt description which made it all the more incredible that Sam had landed Angie. 

Angie who was at this moment waiting for Sam to return from the store was beginning to get worried. Sam cleared the wool from his head and focused on getting home quickly. He jumped into his modest sedan, threw it into reverse, and stepped on the gas trying to make up time. As Sam backed quickly from the parking space he neglected to look behind him and was startled when his car suddenly stopped with the loud crunching sound of metal on metal. Finally looking into his rearview mirror Sam was horrified to see a police car with two angry officers glaring at him from their damaged car. 

Sam immediately pulled forward again and jumped from his car in a panic. He was stuttering and mumbling almost sobbing in distress trying to talk to the police officers despite the fact they hadn’t left their car yet. The driver exited the car staring at Sam with seething anger while the passenger had to slide across the seat and exit the driver’s door since the passenger door had been crushed in by Sam’s clumsy driving. 

When the two officers walked toward Sam he immediately began to shake and sweat. He was terrified. Both men were huge, each standing over six foot three with bulging muscles everywhere you looked. These men looked like they worked out four or five hours a day and could easily be mistaken for linemen in professional football. But that’s not what frightened Sam the most. No, these men were black. Sam had an innate fear of black men stemming back to his days in school when he’d been bullied relentlessly by a group of black teenagers. These two police officers were Sam’s worst nightmare. Huge, hulking, muscular men with dark black skin and shaved bald heads. They were terrifying. 

The driver walked over to Sam and looked down at him with a sneer. “What the hell is your problem? Are you drunk? Are you stoned?” He asked the quivering white boy. 

“No sir!” Sam stuttered, “I’m not drunk or stoned sir it was just a mistake, I was in a hurry to get home, I’m very sorry sir.” 

“Oh you’re sorry? Well that makes it all better then. Hey Hank, the little white boy says he’s sorry so maybe we should just go, what do you say?” 

The second officer, Hank, said “Oh I don’t know Derrick my arm is killing me from where white boy smashed into me. I’m thinking that qualifies as assaulting a police officer, don’t you?” 

“Now that you mention it, yeah I think that does qualify. Add that to reckless driving and this white boy could be in some serious shit.” 

Sam was almost in tears when he said, “Please officers, I’m very sorry. I didn’t mean to assault anyone, it was just an accident.” 

“Well there you have it” Hank said. “He just admitted it was assault, I think we need to take him in. Right now.” 

The next few minutes were a blur to Sam. He was roughly bent over the hood of the car and his hands were cuffed behind his back. Both officers were extremely rough with the little white boy as they emptied his pockets and shoved him into the back seat of the squad car. Sam was in tears and openly sobbing as the police called for a tow truck to take his car and then began the journey to drive him to the station. 

Everything happened so fast. From booking to the public defender to a very unsatisfying phone call to Angie in which she told Sam she would call their lawyer but didn’t know how to proceed other than that. She said she would do all she could but he’d better be ready to accept his punishment as things sounded serious. And so in a very brief time Sam went from a simple shopping trip to being sentenced to 30 days in the county lockup. 

The poor white boy was dressed in an orange jumpsuit and led crying to his cell. Due to overcrowding it soon became obvious Sam would not be alone for the duration. As he was pushed by the guard into his cell he quickly became aware of its two other occupants. If Sam thought the cops were scary, he was pants shittingly terrified of his cellmates. 

The first one, who Sam would later learn was named Lamonte, was standing near the front of the cell blocking Sam’s way so the white boy had to squeeze past him getting close enough to smell the man’s strong body odor. Lamonte was enormous. He easily stood 6’5” and weighed in at a solid 300 pounds of pure muscle. He had a shaved head and a 3 inch scar running down his right cheek. He turned to stare at Sam as the white boy shivered in place fearful of moving an inch. 

The second man was sitting on the toilet producing the foulest stench Sam had ever had to endure. He wiped his ass, stood up, flushed and slowly began to raise his pants back up. During that time Sam caught a glimpse of the man’s penis. No, to call it a penis would be a mistake. This was a cock. Even soft it measured easily eight inches long and as thick as Sam’s wrist. Sam quickly averted his eyes but the damage was done. The sight of that mighty cock was embedded in poor Sam’s mind. 

The man who had been on the toilet stepped forward and Sam soon found himself trapped between the two huge black men. The second man said, “My name is Razor and this is Lamonte, but you call us both sir from now on white boy.” 

Sam squeaked out a pitiful “Yes sir” before Razor continued. 

“You ain’t shit in here white boy. We run this place which means we run you. You do everything we tell you, when we tell you, and maybe you don’t get hurt too much.” Razor said. 

Sam tried to look up at Razor but could only take in so much being in such close proximity. Razor was almost as tall as Lamont, also shaved bald but with a neatly trimmed full beard. His muscles were equally as impressive as his friend and together the two black men dwarfed the pitiful white boy. 

That first night was horrible for Sam. There were two bunk beds in the cell but his black cellmates had claimed them both. Each black man slept on the bottom bed of a bunk while using the top bunk as a shelf for his personal items. As such, Sam was forced to sleep on the floor with no blanket or pillow. Luckily his cellmates were tired and left him alone during that first night so Sam just lay there on the floor listening to them snore and fart all night long. It was a miserable night for the defenseless white boy and he wept quietly thinking about his beautiful wife and how disappointed she must be in him. 

In the morning Sam woke having to pee badly but he was afraid to wake his two cellmates. So in an attempt to be quiet Sam slowly crawled to the toilet and gently slid down his pants as he sat on the toilet and began to pee aiming his weak stream against the side of the bowl so as not to make any noise. 

Unfortunately both Razor and Lamonte were awake and both watched the white boy with amused smiles on their faces. Razor was the first to speak saying, “Damn looks like we got us a white girl not a white boy. This bitch is sitting down like she has a cunt.” 

The black men laughed as Sam tried to explain his reasoning for sitting down to pee. The problem was that when he tried to talk to the black men he lost his concentration and his weak pee stream began to trickle into the water sounding very much like the peepee made by a toddler just learning to use the potty. 

Both black men laughed hysterically as they climbed from their beds and stood in front of the shivering white boy on the toilet. The huge men both pulled out their massive dicks and pointed them at Sam’s crotch. 

“Better spread those legs white boy, we gots to piss right fucking now.” Lamonte said. 

Sam begged them to wait, that he would be finished in a second but he was ignored and realized he'd better spread his legs and make room or he’d be pissed on. 

As Sam opened his legs the black men began laughing again much harder than before. They both could not believe the tiny size of Sam’s little pecker. They humiliated the white boy for several minutes with the rudest comments Sam had ever heard. 

Without warning Lamonte began pissing and Razor quickly followed both with strong hose like streams of hot stinking morning piss. Sam was revolted but too terrified to move so he just sat there in shame as he felt the hot droplets of black men’s piss splashing on his thighs. Despite his disgust, Sam was in awe of the black men’s waste expulsion. He never imagined anyone could piss for so long with such a strong steady stream. It was mesmerizing and Sam couldn’t help but watch, a fact that did not go unnoticed by his tormentors. 

Lamonte said, “Look Raze, the little bitch can’t stop staring at these massive black snakes. I think he’s in love.” 

Razor laughing said, “No shit man, white boy practically licking his lips. I wonder what he wants more, to suck some dick or drink some piss.” 

Sam didn’t get a chance to refute their comments as the big men both stopped pissing at the same time and shook the excess drops off their huge cock heads and onto the poor white boy’s shirt. 

A loud bell rang and the cell door opened announcing breakfast before the incident could go any further much to the relief of the white prisoner and he scurried out behind his huge cellmates on the way to his first prison meal. 

Any thoughts Sam had of separating from his tormentors were quickly quashed as the black men took up positions in line with Sam in between them. It was their way of showing the rest of the prison that this white boy was owned. Sam could feel the stares of other inmates and felt as if he would be devoured if not for his two protectors. 

Breakfast was just as disgusting as Sam imagined it would be even though he didn’t get much to eat since his cellmates took most of his food leaving him with a small cup of jello and a glass of water. Sam was still very hungry as the trio made their way to the showers. 

Now was the moment Sam had dreaded. Everyone knows about prison showers. There are stories and songs and jokes about them everywhere. Sam meekly followed the directions printed on the wall and after disrobing entered the communal shower stalls. He quickly realized he was the only white man in the place and his nerves jumped into overdrive. Every man in the shower was built bigger than Sam and every one of them had a cock that dwarfed his own tiny pink worm. The men all laughed at the under endowed white boy telling him it looked more like a clit than a penis. They began berating Sam for being more of a woman than a man and soon the poor white boy was in tears again out of fear and shame. 

Lamonte and Razor kept Sam blocked in as they washed their muscular bodies and Sam was acutely aware of the size of the men’s cocks being in such close proximity. As the big men moved around washing various body parts their big, black, dicks occasionally slapped into some part of Sam’s body making him wince in embarrassment but he was too afraid to say anything. After several minutes the two black men had finished cleaning themselves and both stood staring down at Sam as if in expectation of something. 

The men looked at Sam for several minutes until the white boy could no longer ignore their glares. Sam looked up into the faces of his tormentors with a questioning glance. 

It was Razor who finally broke the silence. “Listen white boy I need to get off and I don’t feel like stroking myself. I need to feel those soft, delicate, white boy hands stroking my dick right now. I know you’re going to try to complain. I know you’re gonna want to call for help. I know you’ll want to beg and plead with me but here’s what’s gonna happen. You are gonna get on your knees and stroke my dick till I shoot. If not, I’m gonna hurt you real bad. Like put you in the hospital, maybe you won’t make it bad. You understand me?” 

Sam was in shock. A small part of his mind knew something like this could happen but he was shocked all the same. He did try to plead. He did look around for help. He even tried to get away from the huge black men but in the end Sam knew it was all futile. And so he submitted. Just as the black men knew he would. 

Sam slowly sank to his knees with tears in his eyes. He was now inches from the two giant cocks both still glistening with the water from the shower. His hand shaking, Sam reached up and took hold of Razor’s cock his eyes opening wide as he felt the thickness and heavy weight of the black tool. With shame in his heart and tears in his eyes the frightened white boy began stroking the enormous cock in his hand. 

At that moment Lamonte cleared his throat and said, “What the fuck? What about me bitch?” 

Sighing with resignation Sam did the only thing he could. He reached up with his other hand and took hold of the second thick black cock and began stroking it in time with the other. The sheer enormity of what was happening was overwhelming to Sam. He had never even looked at another man’s cock before and now here he was on his knees in a prison shower jacking off two black men with enormous tools. 

Sam was struggling with the weight and thickness of the cocks as they hardened to their full lengths. Both black men were extremely well hung with Lamonte’s cock easily reaching 10 inches in length and Razor’s topping that with a full foot of black meat. 

Other inmates were watching the spectacle of a white man on his knees servicing two black men and they all felt vindicated in seeing such a small step toward reparations. They all cheered Sam on with comments like: “Yeah white bitch, jack those niggas off” or “Look at that sissy faggot loving that black meat” and “Where can I get me a white boy cock slave?” Each comment was like a dagger to Sam’s heart. 

As Sam continued stroking the black cocks he began to notice a change in the men. Their breathing became faster and their hips began to jerk back and forth. Sam knew they were close to cumming and realized too late that both cocks were pointing directly at his face. As if sensing the white boy’s dilemma both black men chose that moment to release their pent up seman. With loud growls the men came hard. Both cocks began shooting thick, long ropes of hot creamy cum onto Sam’s face. The white boy tried to move out of the way but there was nowhere to turn. His face was soon covered in the thick, white mess of the stronger men’s ejaculate. As the final shots slapped against Sam’s face both black men took a step back to admire their work. Sam was painted in cum. It was all over his face and hair and the white boy looked like the star of a bukkake film. 

The black men all laughed at Sam’s predicament and laughed even harder when Razor and Lamonte refused to allow the white boy back under the water to wash his face. Instead they dragged Sam out of the shower and made him get dressed with their cum cooling on his face. The walk back to the cell was torture. Everyone laughed at Sam, even the guards and he was crying by the time he ran into the cell. 

That night the men told Sam he was to sleep naked from now on. They didn’t want to have to see his jumpsuit get all dirty. Sam tried to fight this latest indignity but Razor twisted his arm behind his back till Sam thought it would break. Any hint of rebellion on Sam’s part was treated with pain. The black men slapped him around until he agreed to scrub the toilet with his toothbrush. They painfully pinched and twisted the whiteboy’s nipples until he gave them both foot massages. And they took turns laying him across their laps spanking Sam’s naked ass till he agreed to jack them off again. 

This soon became an ongoing thing. Sam was kept naked at all times in the cell and was forced to jack the thick black cocks off any time day or night. The white boy was constantly covered in sticky, thick, cum and smelled like a used condom all the time. 

Sam had to jack the men off first thing in the morning usually while they took turns sitting on the toilet. He had to stroke their cocks after every meal. He jacked those massive black tools every night before crawling onto the floor with their hot cum cooling on his face. 

Sam was in hell. He couldn’t fight the huge men. The guards were no help. HIs lawyer had not been in to see him at all. But worst of all, neither had his wife. Sam had been inside for almost a week now without so much as a phone call to or from Angie. Any time he tried to call all he got was voicemail. What he didn’t realize was that Angie had been trying to see or speak with her hubby but the system was so jammed up and busy that her requests kept falling through the cracks. 

To make matters worse, the black men were becoming unsatisfied with daily handjobs and were beginning to discuss other ways Sam could be useful. They talked about him like he wasn’t even there. As the cowering, naked, white boy knelt on the floor jacking off Razor’s cock he heard the two black men discussing whether or not the white boy would be a good cocksucker or how tight his asshole was. 

Sam was terrified. He knew it was only a matter of time before he was sucking the cocks of his abusers. He cried nightly thinking about his terrible situation and wondering how he could possibly survive. 

On the sixth morning of his incarceration Sam was naked, on his knees stroking off both of his cellmates at once. The black men were standing over their captive talking about what might be for breakfast while ignoring the slaving white boy at their feet. 

Just then a guard walked up to the cell and announced Sam was to be released due to overcrowding. The white boy was ecstatic and tried to rise to his feet. He was forced down by a strong hand on his head and told to keep doing what he was doing. The guard laughed and leaned against the bars to watch the show. 

Crying in frustration, Sam continued to jack off the massive cocks until they both exploded in his face. Just another normal morning for the poor, defenseless, white boy. 

The guard allowed Sam to dress but not to wash his face. Razor and Lamonte said goodbye but both cryptically said they would see him later. Sam was sure once he left this hell he would never see these awful men again so as he left the cell he turned back and said, “Fuck you both!” before being led away by the guard. 

When Sam exited the prison there was no one waiting for him so he had to catch a bus home. When he entered the house his wife ran to him and cried on his shoulder apologizing profusely for not visiting him. Sam was relieved to find his wife so distraught as he was worried his incarceration had turned her against him. 

The Big House Part 2 

Things got back to normal rather quickly for Sam and Angie and after six months Sam had almost forgotten or at least come to grips with his horrible prison experience. Angie was nervous around Sam lately and it came as a great surprise to Sam when Angie told him she would be taking a trip for her birthday. Sam was of course confused by this and asked his wife what her intentions were. 

“Um dear” said Sam “Uh what do you mean by that? I thought we would spend your birthday together, so what do you mean you’re going on a trip alone?” 

“No dear” Angie said, “I’m going on a cruise with my mother. I need a little time away from all the stress around here and mother was kind enough to book us a two week getaway. You know how thoughtful she is around my birthday. I thought I’d lost you honey and it scared me so much I just need some time with my mom to get my head right again.” 

Sam said, “Yes dear I understand. I know the strong bond you share with your family. I’ll miss you of course but I hope you have fun.” 

And so began an extremely busy day for Sam. It seemed that Angie was leaving for her cruise the very next day and hadn’t bothered to tell Sam until the very last minute making it nearly impossible for him to complete the list of chores she laid out for him. 

Sam wanted to help as much as possible so he cleaned his wife’s vacation clothes, folded them all neatly, and packed them in several suitcases. Angie was taking her very best outfits for nightly dinners in the ship's elegant dining room. She was taking several bathing suits ranging from a modest one piece to a skimpy bikini that barely covered any of her most private parts. 

Sam spent all night packing his wife’s things from her clothes to her cosmetics and toiletries, to a vast array of shoes and jewelry. By morning when it was time to wake Angie poor Sam hadn’t slept at all and though he was exhausted he decided to have breakfast ready for his wife while she showered. 

Angie ate her eggs and toast while thanking Sam for being such a caring man. He cleaned up the breakfast dishes and hurried to carry all of Angie’s luggage to the car. As tired as Sam was he still wanted to drive Angie to the airport. Angie’s mother lived out of town and would be meeting her daughter on the ship. 

Upon reaching the airport Sam carried all of the luggage to show his love and strength to his wife. So as he struggled to keep up his wife strode through the terminal hurrying to the gate. Sam saw every man and even some women turn their heads to watch his wife walk by and felt a sense of pride that his bride was such a fantasy for so many people. 

After checking Angie’s bags Sam escorted her to the security gate where he was expecting a goodbye kiss and tearful farewell. He was not disappointed. Angie bid him a tearful goodbye and kissed him passionately before turning and walking to the gate. 

Sam said “Ok sweetie I’ll see you in a couple of weeks.” 

Angie smiled again saying, “Yes dear I’ll miss you so much.” 

At this point a strange black man stepped forward and said, “Two week cruise? So little lady are you going on the Bahamas tour with Hedonist Cruise Lines?” 

“Why yes I am” Angie replied. 

“Isn’t that great” the black man said. “I’m Tony where are you sitting on the plane?” 

“My name is Angie, it’s great to meet you Tony” Sam’s wife said as she leaned in to shake Tony’s hand. “I’m in seat Fourteen A” she continued. 

“Well isn’t that perfect?” Tony asked. “I’m in Fourteen B, looks like we’ll be sharing some quality time together.” 

“Isn’t that wonderful?” Angie said as she took Tony’s arm and turned to enter the gate. 

Sam was amazed as usual by his wife’s naivety when it came to attention from other men. She never believed she was being hit on although it happened all the time. But Sam trusted Angie completely and was not worried at all. 

And that was it, she was gone. Sam watched his wife walk arm in arm with a perfect stranger off on a two week vacation without him. 

Sam moped his way back to the car and drove home sobbing at the sadness of it all. He knew his wife loved him and respected him but he was going to miss her so very much. 

Sam rushed into the house and found a honey do list Angie had left him sitting on the kitchen table. It was nine pages long. Single spaced and typed. Just a cursory glance told Sam he’d be doing everything from cleaning gutters, to scrubbing all the floors and toilets, reorganizing the basement and garage, as well as all of his usual chores and much more. He wondered if he’d ever get anything done. He smiled in the knowledge that Angie had made the list as a joke just to keep him busy so he wouldn’t miss her too much. 

Sam was just considering taking a nap before beginning to tackle his list when he was for the first time happy to be unemployed. He had lost his job thanks to the jail stay and had so far had no luck finding another. Angie supported them both with her extensive trust fund and was emotionally supportive as well since she loved Sam and knew he’d soon find work again. 

Lost in this train of thought Sam was startled when the doorbell rang. He was so tired his first thought was to ignore it and go to bed, and in hindsight some time later Sam would wish he had done just that. 

When he opened the door Sam almost swallowed his tongue in shock. There before him was his prison tormentor, Lamonte. 

“Hey white boy, you miss me?” the large black man said with a smile. 

Sam was taken aback and could barely keep his feet under him. He stammered out, “Lamonte, you can’t be here! What’s going on right now? Why are you here and not in jail?” 

“I knew you’d be glad to see me snowflake! I got early release and I just knew my good friend Sammy would give me a place to stay for a while.” Lamonte said as he pushed his way into the house. 

“No! No, no, no!” Sam said, “You can’t be here! You can’t come in, please leave immediately!” 

Lamonte quickly gripped Sam around the neck and pushed him into the house and against the wall while closing the front door with his foot. He lifted Sam up onto his toes and pushing his face right into Sam’s said, “Now you listen to me fag boy, you will do exactly as I say when I say it or I will beat seven shades of shit out of your ass. Do you fucking understand me?” 

Sam was gasping for air but sputtered out, “Please! Please don’t do this to me! I’m married!” 

“I don’t give a fuck boy! I own your ass here same as I did inside! You are my little bitch you got that?” Lamonte spit out at Sam in anger. 

“But please sir, I can’t. I live here. I have a wife. I have a life here. This isn’t prison.” Sam said, crying. 

“This is your prison bitch!” Lamonte said. “Now where’s your wife?” 

Sam should have lied. He should have said she’d be home soon and Lamonte should leave. He should have but he was just too scared. So he told the black man everything. That Angie was gone for two weeks, that she’d left him alone to take care of the house, even that she had left him a list of chores and orders to complete them all. Sam was shaking when he finished and the black man released his grip allowing Sam to sink back down to his feet. 

As Sam sagged in defeat, Lamonte placed his huge hand on the white boy’s shoulder and gently but with a hint of force, pushed Sam to his knees. 

Sam sobbed when he realized what was happening and said, “No, please no! Don’t make me do that again.” 

Lamonte said, “Bitch I’ve been locked up a long damn time and I need some release. Now you do what you were taught like a good, little, sissy, white boy. Take out my dick and show me how much you missed it.” 

Sam didn’t move so Lamonte grabbed the white boy’s ear and twisted it painfully making him cry out. The poor, white, bitch reached up with shaking hands and slowly took down Lamonte’s zipper. Sam unbuttoned the black thug’s jeans and opened the fly. He stopped for a minute and looked up into the unforgiving face of his tormentor and with a snap of his fingers Lamonte signalled his sissy to continue. 

The white husband pulled down the black man’s pants to find he wasn’t wearing underwear so his half erect, thick, long cock sprang forward and slapped against Sam’s lips. Sam recoiled instantly but Lamonte grabbed his hair and held him still. 

“Start stroking white boy” Lamonte said. 

Knowing it was useless to resist, Sam did as he was told. He took the huge dick in his hand and like he’d done so many times before, began to stroke it almost lovingly. Lamonte took no time at all to reach his fully erect size and Sam was soon using two hands to jack off his abuser. Lamonte sighed and gave a soft moan as he enjoyed his boy’s soft hands on his giant tool. 

“I see you missed me white boy” Lamonte said. “Now show me how much you missed me and give me a nice kiss right on the head of my dick.” 

Sam started to object but one look at Lamonte’s face took away his feeble resistance. Shaking and crying the defeated white boy leaned in and puckering his lips, pressed them to the silky, soft head of the impressive black cock. He backed off quickly and Lamonte pulled his head back in saying, “No bitch, give me a real kiss with tongue. Make out with my dick.” 

With tears now running down his face Sam did as he was told. He opened his lips and kissed the cock head giving it an experimental lick. Lamonte reacted swiftly and pushed the head of his dick into Sam’s mouth. 

“Oh shit white boy, you gonna learn something new today”. The black man said with a smile. 

Lamonte grabbed Sam’s head on both sides and began to feed the kneeling sissy his cock. Sam tried desperately to pull away but the man was too strong. His first thought was to bite down and end this once and for all but realized if he didn’t kill Lamonte he himself would be dead if he hurt the big man’s dick. 

Resigned to his fate the white boy opened his mouth wide and allowed the huge cock entrance to his throat. Lamonte wasted no time and pushed his cock into Sam’s throat and he could see the white boy’s neck bulge out with the intrusion. 

Sam gagged and choked but his tormentor would not relent. The thick black cock was sliding in and out of Sam’s throat as if it were fucking a tight pussy. 

The only sounds in the house were the wet, sloppy, sounds of face fucking and choking. The wet slapping went on for nearly forty five minutes before Lamonte pulled Sam’s face against his groin and said, “Here comes your prize white boy, better swallow every drop.” 

No sooner had the words hit Sam’s ears then the first blast of hot, thick, salty cum slapped against the back of Sam’s throat. The crying white boy was forced to swallow to keep from choking and soon three more ropes of cum shot down into his stomach. When Lamonte realized he was reaching the end of his orgasm he pulled his cock out so that only the head was still in Sam’s mouth. There he fired off two more shots of hot jizz coating the white boy’s tongue and ensuring he tasted every drop. 

Pulling his now softening cock from his white prisoner’s mouth Lamonte said, “Right, that was pretty good bitch. Well, a good start anyway. Now show me to the bedroom and let’s really have some fun. I’ll be staying here with you for as long as I want so you better start showing me what a good host you are.” 

With that Lamonte walked away from the defeated white boy heading toward the staircase in the living room. Seeing no other choice, Sam pulled himself slowly to his feet and swallowing the last of his tormentor’s cum he followed Lamonte into the next phase of his life. 

Part 3 

A terrified Sam led his bully, Lamonte, upstairs to the bedroom on shaky legs. This was a completely different scene for the emasculated white boy. In prison he felt as though he had no choice in serving the black bulls and was only doing it to keep himself alive. But out here in the world, in his own home, Sam wondered why he didn’t fight back. Yes the black man had photos, yes he could ruin Sam’s life, yes there was still the threat of bodily harm but still Sam should do something to stop this torture shouldn’t he? Near the top of the stairs Sam took his chance. He turned quickly and tried to push Lamonte down the steps. It was a ridiculous failure. Poor little Sam didn’t have the physical strength to move the large black man at all and his feeble attempt was met with derisive laughter from his abuser. 

“Now cut that shit out snowflake or I’ll beat your ass till it bleeds” the large black man said as he gave Sam a firm push up the rest of the stairs. 

Sam sniffled at his weakness and continued on to the bedroom with his head hung low. Upon reaching the bedroom Lamonte was quick to jump on the king size bed and stretch himself out with a smile. 

The black thug laughed at the quivering white boy in front of him and demanded, “Let’s see you wiggle that ass bitch. Give your daddy a little show. Dance sexy for me.” 

Sam wanted to refuse. He desperately wanted to run from the room and escape his tormentor but the threatening look Lamonte gave him weakened his resolve and kept him rooted in place out of fear. 

Not knowing what else to do, Sam began to shimmy back and forth in what he thought was a slow, seductive dance. Lamonte had found the TV remote and turned on a music channel playing music Sam the white boy didn’t know. It was vulgar and sounded like it came from the streets, like in the interracial porn videos Sam liked to watch. 

Lamonte interrupted him quickly and said, “This ain’t right bitch. You need a little something to make you look the part. Where does your wife keep her sexy shit?” 

Sam was confused by the request but timidly pointed to the larger of the two dressers in the room. In the top shelf Lamonte found what he was looking for and quickly put together an outfit for his sissy pet. 

Lamonte threw onto the bed a pair of pink silk panties, a pink baby doll nightie, and a pair of pink, knee high stockings with ruffles at the tops. 

Sam was still confused by this and looked at Lamonte with his head tilted like a dog hearing a strange noise in the night. 

Lamonte laughed and said, “Oh please white boy, you know what I want. Get your ass dressed and make it quick.” 

Sam stuttered out, “But those are women’s underwear. They belong to my wife. You can see they aren’t for men.” 

Lamonte laughed again and said, “Shit snowflake, I don’t see any other men in this room besides me. All I see is a white, sissy, cocksucker who needs to do what she’s told before she gets her ass beat.” 

Sam stood defiantly in place with watering eyes and a quivering bottom lip. He had been pushed too far and would stand for no more abuse. He kept his mouth shut because he didn’t trust his voice not to crack but he stood staring back at Lamonte. 

For a big man Lamonte moved so quickly Sam barely had time to blink before he was laying naked across the black bully’s lap. Lamonte held the white boy in place easily and began to spank his shapely ass in hard, solid strokes that filled the air with a thunderous slapping sound. 

Sam was in agony and not just because of the physical pain. He was mortified to be in such a humiliating position. He was a grown man and here he was bent over a large black man’s knees being spanked like a naughty child. The pain was unbelievable and Sam found himself crying in no time. The white boy sobbed and begged for the beating to stop. 

“Please, oh please sir. I’m sorry. Please stop! I can’t take it! I’ll do it! I promise, just please stop hurting me!” The white boy cried out. 

After more than a dozen hard slaps to the white sissy’s ass Lamonte pushed the bitch from his lap onto the floor and said, “Now bitch! Do as you’ve been told!” 

Sam pulled himself from the floor and wiping the tears from his eyes said, “Yes sir” before reaching out and picking up the silky panties from the bed. 

As he slipped them on Sam was strangely thrilled by the feel of the fabric sliding up his smooth legs. His tiny package actually twitched when the panties were firmly seated in place around his crotch and hairless ass. 

Next the defeated white boy pulled on the stockings one by one again feeling a thrill at the way the nylon felt against his skin. As he was reaching for the nightie Lamonte stopped him by saying, “No bitch, not yet. First get into that bathroom and get rid of that nasty hair under your arms. I don’t like my bitches to be hairy. You’re ok everywhere else, I mean shit, you got less hair on your body than a young woman. Shit I think you might just be a woman if not for that tiny peanut between your legs.” 

Sam started to protest but knew another beating would be forthcoming so he silently shuffled into the on suite bathroom and took out his wife’s pink lady razor to do the job. Sam didn’t own a razor himself because he’d never needed one. 

He applied shaving cream to his pits and quickly denuded himself of all the hair that may have suggested he was a male at all. He used a towel to dry under his arms and returned to Lamonte in the bedroom. 

Sam picked up the pink nightie and slipped it over his head completing his look as an owned sissy. Lamonte laughed and said, “Damn girl you look natural dressed like that, now let’s see some sexy dancing.” 

For some reason being dressed this way made Sam feel and act more like a sexy woman. It was as if his mind had always known this was the proper look for the white sissy. He found himself gyrating like a slut in a low end titty bar and was getting into the dance without any conscious thought. It was as if his body was reacting in its natural form and before long the sissy was dancing without fear or trepidation not aware at all of the effect he was having on his black tormentor. 

Lamonte was propped up in bed watching the white husband dance for him while slowly stroking his growing cock. There was nothing like humiliating a white boy. Lamonte felt this was his own personal form of reparations and knew his ancestors would be proud of him for degrading a white male in such a way. He let his captive dance for several minutes before snapping his fingers to attract the bitch’s attention. 

Upon hearing the snap of Lamonte’s fingers, Sam snapped out of what seemed like a trance and quickly stopped dancing to look at his new master. 

Lamonte snapped his fingers again and pointed at his cock with a smile on his face. Sam was shaking as he crawled onto the bed and slid up between the black man’s legs. He could smell the musk of the man’s balls and could feel the heat radiating from his hairy, muscular crotch. 

Sam looked up at the black man’s face as if awaiting a command like a pet dog. Lamonte said, “Start stroking snowflake, let me feel those smooth, soft hands.” 

The huge black cock stood straight up before Sam and using both hands the white boy began stroking his captor in just the way he knew the man liked. 

After a minute or so Lamonte gave another order which sent a chill down Sam’s spine. “Put your lips over the head and just lick the piss slit while you jack me off.” 

Sam’s first thought was of rebellion and he almost bolted from the bed but Lamonte must have sensed his sissy’s mind because he reached his big hand down and slowly but firmly pulled Sam’s head toward his towering cock. 

There was no fight left in the white sissy as he gently opened his mouth and took the bulbous, mushroom head of the black snake between his lips. The cockhead was soft and spongy and tasted vaguely salty. Sam tried to ignore the complete humiliation and degradation he felt as he began licking all over the black man’s piss slit. Precum was leaking from the massive tool and Sam submissively swallowed it as he continued stroking and licking his master’s cock. 

Lamonte was in heaven. Here he was a parolled, black, career criminal laying in the bed of a wealthy, white, married couple getting his pole polished by the panty wearing sissy husband. He sighed and smiled as he looked down at his captive wondering what he could do with the white boy next. He knew he had a couple weeks before the boy’s wife returned home so he was comfortable he could bring the bitch to heel in plenty of time. He’d have himself a genuine, sissy, white slave serving his every whim when the wife came back. Then he could take his time with the white couple using the husband to ensnare the wife. Oh he’d seen the pictures of the white whore all over the house and couldn’t wait to get his hands on those amazing titties. Yes he would own himself a couple of white slaves in no time. 

Lamonte sighed contentedly as he watched his sissy gently sucking and stroking his huge cock. The white boy was jacking his abuser’s cock while licking and sucking at the head like a nursing baby. Soft whimpering moans came from the sissy’s throat as he worked his master’s cock. The feeling of the silky material rubbing his tiny pecker was actually giving him a miniature hard on while he sucked. Sam began to squeeze his thighs together around his tiny penis in an attempt to stifle the urge to jerk himself off. 

As the white boy sucked and licked the musky cock head he felt his own much smaller tool stand stiff with need. The sissy moaned and stroked the huge cock faster and he squeezed his peepee between his legs. He sucked harder and licked faster trying to end this torment and maybe stop his own orgasm from happening. 

Sam was humiliated beyond belief. If the black man saw his arousal he would think it was because he was slobbering all over the thick, black cock. But the white sissy swore to himself it was just the feeling of the silky underwear making him so excited. 

The sissy stroked the black cock faster and faster, sucking harder and licking all over the head in a desperate urge to make his master cum. He heard the black man moaning and knew he was close. Sam himself was getting close too, despite his efforts to make it stop. 

The poor sissy lost the battle and spurted his weak, watery load into his wife’s pink panties. After shooting his meager load the white boy quickly became even more humiliated as he worked the thick black cock. 

For another five minutes Sam worked that massive cock like a bitch possesed. He wanted to end this torment quickly and hide the mess he’d made in the pink panties. 

Lamonte began moaning louder and Sam felt the black man’s huge balls tense up in an imminent explosion. The black man grabbed Sam’s head and held it tightly between his huge hands as his cum began to shoot in thick ropes into the captive white boy’s mouth. 

Sam tried to back away but his captor would not allow it instead keeping the white sissy’s head held in place as he filled the soft, pink mouth with bitter, salty cum. 

The sissy swallowed several mouthfuls of hot cum before Lamonte finally sagged back into the pillows and released his bitch’s head. Sam was choking and gasping for air as he submissively licked his master’s cockhead clean. After he was certain all the cum had been cleaned off and swallowed he leaned back and tried to get out of bed to clean up his own mess. 

But Lamonte would not allow it. He had seen the sissygasm that had stained pretty, pink panties and he shamed the white bitch by laughing at him and pointing out the obvious. 

“Look at that shit! You came from sucking my cock. You must love my dick you sissy bitch.” The black man said. 

Sam tried to argue, tried to correct the misconception that he’d orgasmed from sucking cock but Lamonte wouldn’t let him speak. 

“Shhh, it’s ok sissy. I know you love being my bitch. You don’t have to convince me how much you love my dick. Now be a good girl and crawl up in here with me, I’m tired and need some sleep.” Lamonte ordered, giving Sam no chance to clean his panties or rinse his foul tasting mouth. 

Instead the white husband crawled up next to his black captor and as ordered snuggled against the black man settling in for the night. Lamonte put his thick arm around his sissy and was soon snoring contentedly. 

Sam on the other hand lay awake most of the night desperately trying to think of a way out of this mess before his wife came home. It wasn’t till the wee hours of the morning the white boy finally drifted off to a fitful sleep filled with nightmares about thick black cocks. 

Part 4 

When Sam woke from a fitful sleep the next morning it was to the feeling something was terribly wrong. He could feel something pressing against his butt hole and despite his foggy morning brain, the white boy’s eyes flew open and he tried to turn and move away from the invading pressure but a strong black arm held him tightly in place and he was unable to move at all. 

“Shhh, take it easy snowflake. Just let daddy loosen you up a bit” Lamonte whispered from his place behind Sam. 

Sam whimpered as he felt what had to be Lamonte’s thick finger pressing against the rubbery ring of his sphincter. Sam could feel no wetness and knew his black tormentor was trying to force his finger in without any lube. 

“Please” Sam begged. “Please don’t do that. I don’t want anything in there. Please, it hurts.” 

Lamonte laughed and said, “Just relax. Consider this an exploratory mission so I can see what I’m working with.” 

Sam had no idea what that meant but he was terrified nonetheless. The poor, defenseless, white boy squirmed in discomfort as his tormentor pressed harder against the unyielding o-ring. Tears welled in Sam’s eyes and his face scrunched tightly as he prayed for this latest abuse to end. 

Lamonte, on the other hand, was having a wonderful time. He loved the way his little bitch squirmed and whimpered. He loved knowing the control he had over this pathetic white boy. Lamonte was a firm believer in reparations but instead of wanting money from the white oppressors, he wanted to humiliate them. He wanted to take centuries of abuse, degradation, and humiliation out on every white boy he met and nothing thrilled him more than wrecking a white marriage and turning a straight, white man into a snivelling, pimped out, sissy bitch. He loved putting white boys in their place and that place was on their knees at the feet of a superior black man. 

Thinking these thoughts got Lamonte worked up and he soon began to push with little care for Sam’s comfort. He shoved his thick finger into the sissy’s hole and was gratified to feel the resistance give way to Sam’s most personal and sacred opening. 

Sam cried out as he felt the black finger enter his ass and tears ran down his cheeks from the pain and humiliation. 

Lamonte said, “There we go, damn that’s a tight pussy you got there bitch. I can’t wait to get it all fucked out. For now though, let’s just see how much you can take. 

So Lamonte began sawing his finger in and out of Sam’s sore asshole not caring at all the lack of lube was making the white boy suffer greatly. Sam was weeping openly now as the thick finger rubbed and chafed his tight, pink, butt hole. 

Lamonte was not gentle as he explored his white bitch’s tight anal opening. But he was pleased by how firmly the rubbery hole gripped his finger. He couldn’t wait to get his cock in there. Oh he was gonna tear this white boy up! But not just yet. Part of the fun for Lamonte was keeping the white boy guessing. Making him worry and wonder just when the next abuse would occur. So with a short laugh he pulled his finger out of the tight hole in one swift motion making his sissy prisoner squeal in pain and surprise. 

“Now this won’t do” Lamonte said shaking his head. “You got my finger a little messy bitch, I think you need to clean it for me.” 

Without warning Lamonte moved quickly and inserted his dirty middle finger into Sam’s mouth holding the white boy’s head firmly in place and giving him no chance to escape this new torment. 

Sam’s eyes watered freely and he moaned in discomfort and disgust as he tasted the slime that had come from his own asshole. Knowing he had no choice and fighting the urge to gag, Sam licked all around Lamonte’s finger using as much saliva as possible to avoid tasting the nasty digit. 

When Lamonte felt his finger was clean enough he pulled it from his sissy’s mouth and wiped it dry in the boy’s hair. 

“Now you got yourself a new chore for the mornings bitch. I want you up every morning at 5am to give yourself an enema. I want that pussy douched out nice and clean every fucking day. If I ever see anything smeared on my fingers or my dick I’ll beat you bloody. You understand snowflake?” 

Sam was in shock but knew better than to resist so he said, “Yes sir, I understand.” 

“Of course you’ll be needing to get up early anyway to make yourself pretty for your man. I expect you dressed in some sexy underwear like that shit I found in your wife’s closet. I want you in her panties, stockings, nighties, and heels every fucking day. You got me?” Lamonte threatened menacingly. 

“Now go take a shower” Lamonte ordered. “And make sure you use all your wife’s products. I want your skin all smooth and feminine scented. And dress the way I told you. I’ll be in the kitchen waiting for you to make me breakfast.” 

With that Lamonte got out of bed and left the room still naked his huge flaccid cock swinging between his muscular legs. 

Sam sat in his marital bed crying openly at the mess his life had become in such a short time. But he resolved himself to do everything he had to in order to make this ordeal end and get himself back to his regular life. After all, surely Lamonte would leave before Angie came back. The thought of his wife made Sam cry harder as he realized he now had fewer than two weeks to get this man out of his life. 

Resigned to his current fate, Sam slowly made his way to the shower where he found several bottles of body wash and shampoo his wife hadn’t packed for her trip. He washed his thin, feminine body with soap smelling of lavender that made his skin feel silky smooth. 

He was careful to shave under his arms to make sure Lamonte had nothing to complain about before moving on to the flowery smelling shampoo his wife loved. When he finished Sam felt less of a man due solely to the way his skin and hair felt and smelled. 

Upon returning to his bedroom Sam found Lamonte had been busy. The black thug had laid out an outfit for Sam. The white boy found a pair of pink silk panties, pink knee high stockings with a ruffles top, a pink garter belt with white flowers surrounding the waist, a matching pink nightie that was frilly and small enough to leave his stomach exposed. The outfit was completed by a pair of 4 inch platform heels also pink. 

Sam was shaking as he dressed. It didn’t take him long to put on the ridiculous outfit and he soon found himself staring at his reflection in the full length mirror. If not for his short hair, he would be quite the image of a cute, young lady. 

Taking a deep breath and knowing today was going to be another torturous experience, Sam made his way downstairs. Upon entering the kitchen he saw Lamonte sitting at the table reading the paper still completely naked. 

Sam thought with horror about how Lamonte had got the paper seeing as it was always laying at the end of the sidewalk. Had the black thug walked outside naked to retrieve the paper? Had Sam’s neighbors seen him? What fresh hell was this? 

Lamonte didn’t even look up from his paper as he said, “Sausage, eggs and toast boy. Oh and coffee. And hurry the fuck up, I’m hungry.” 

Sam mumbled “yes sir” and Lamonte was out of his chair and on the white boy in a flash. He grabbed Sam by the throat and staring into the sissy’s eyes said, “You speak clearly to me bitch! I want to hear the subservience in your voice! I want to feel how inferior you are to me every time you speak. Also from now on you curtsey when you take an order from me, understand?” 

A trembling Sam blinked away tears and in a clear but shaking voice said, “Yes Sir I understand.” He then did his best imitation of a curtsey with his black abuser’s hand still around his throat. 

Lamonte grunted his approval, released Sam, and went back to his seat at the table. 

Sam quickly busied himself with breakfast. After years of serving his wife Sam had become quite a good cook and had no trouble preparing a tasty breakfast for Lamonte. 

Sam served the black man first then began to make himself a plate but was stopped cold by his abuser’s voice. “What the fuck you doing bitch? You don’t eat with me. Get the fuck under the table and start working my dick while I eat.” 

Sam choked back a sob but remembering his place performed a quick curtsey and said, “Yes sir, whatever you say sir.” 

The poor white sissy clad in his wife’s underwear crawled under the table in his own kitchen and moved between the muscular legs of his captor. With shaking hands Sam began to stroke the flacid tool soon making it grow with his talented ministrations. Sam’s hands were accustomed to the feel of every inch of Lamonte’s massive cock and he soon had the organ standing up tall and hard. 

“Lick my balls” came the order from above and Sam moved his head down and began to lick all over the hairy, wrinkled sack containing Lamonte’s jumbo egg sized balls. 

Sam tasted the salty sweat and stale piss flavor he’s become so used to over time and did his best to ignore the feelings beginning to perk up in his own tiny package. Sam’s little penis was stirring much to his dismay and he prayed for it to stop as he licked his tongue over the ripe smelling nut sack of his tormentor. 

Lamonte’s heavy cock was resting comfortably on Sam’s forehead as the white boy sucked and licked away and Lamonte smiled as he sipped his coffee. Life was pretty fucking good right now. Here he was in a rich white couple’s house, eating breakfast prepared by the white boy who was on his knees dressed like a sissy, licking his sweaty, black, balls. Yeah, life was good. 

Lamonte let the sissy lick, kiss, and suck his balls for well over half an hour before finishing his breakfast and telling Sam, “Alright bitch, enough foreplay. Get to sucking.” 

Sam knew this was coming but still had held out hope for a reprieve. Wasting no time the white boy took the black cock head into his mouth and began licking all around the bulbous helmet. He stroked the cock with both hands while suckling the head like a calf taking to the teat. Lamonte sighed above him and smiled down at the white sissy saying, “Eyes up here snowflake. Always look at a man when you suck his cock.” 

Sam looked up into the eyes of his abuser and felt something strange happen. Suddenly the white sissy felt at peace. He felt as though he belonged here, on his knees, mouth full of black cock. 

His own miniature penis began to grow to it’s laughable full length as he suckled his master’s cock. 

Sam was disgusted with himself but could not stop the feeling of lust from overwhelming him. He began to suck harder, taking more of the massive black cock into his mouth. He felt the huge head of the cock press against the back of his throat and some unknown instinct took over making the sissy swallow and breath through his nose in order to accommodate the invading tool. 

Lamonte praised his newfound skill saying, “I knew you had it in you to be a real sissy cocksucker bitch. Yeah, take it all.” 

With that the black man forced his cock down his submissive sissy’s throat as tears sprang from the white boy's eyes. 

Sam never stopped looking at his master’s face as he swallowed the alpha man’s cock. The white sissy soon found himself bobbing up and down in Lamonte’s lap taking the entire length of the black cock down his pink throat. Sam was moaning in pleasure as he sucked the superior cock, his own white hand moving between his legs to rub his clit sized penis. 

Lamonte saw what was happening but decided to allow it to play out knowing that he needed the white bitch to associate his own pleasure with making his master happy. 

Sam sucked harder and harder rubbing his clitty faster and faster as both he and his owner raced toward orgasm. Sam had been working Lamonte’s cock for nearly an hour now and his own tiny penis for about four minutes when they both reached a mutual release. 

Lamonte groaned out a manly roar as he emptied his massive balls down his white sissy’s throat. Sam gulped over and over trying to survive the onslaught without drowning in cum just as his own tiny peepee squirted out two quick, watery spurts of weak, white boy, sissy juice into his pink panties. 

Sam managed to swallow every drop of his man’s cum and was shaking fiercely when he backed off the massive cock. He kissed the cock head lightly and in a quivering voice said, “Thank you sir for feeding your sissy.” 

Sam was shocked by his own words not knowing where they had come from but Lamonte smiled down and stroked his sissy’s hair like he was petting a faithful dog saying, “Good sissy, You’re a good sissy. You make me happy.” 

Lamonte stood up from the table, his shrinking cock slapping wetly against his thigh, and strode from the kitchen announcing his next command over his shoulder. “Clean up this mess bitch, you can eat whatever scraps I left on my plate. Then get your ass upstairs. I need a shower and you need to learn how to clean me.” 

Sam slowly got to his feet, his knees knocking together, and went about cleaning the dishes. He nibbled on the half piece of toast and small bite of egg left on his master’s plate as he worked. 

Upon finishing the dishes Sam swallowed hard, still tasting the black man’s thick cum coating his tongue. He was ashamed of his behavior and the cold, wet stain of his own spend in his pink panties only added to his humiliation. 

Sam made his way upstairs to find Lamonte going through Angie's clothes. Angie had taken her best clothing on her trip but there were still many outfits to choose from and Lamonte had put several choices together and laid them out on the bed. 

Before Sam could inquire as to the purpose of the clothes, Lamonte said, “Into the bathroom boy. Get my shower going at a good hot temperature then strip down and meet me in the shower stall.” 

Sam almost argued. He almost balked and attacked the large black man. The only thing stopping him was the look of menace on Lamonte’s face. It was as if the thug knew what he’d been thinking and was stopping any rebellion before it could begin. Besides a quick glance in the mirror made Sam lower his head in defeat and sorrow. The way he was dressed was embarrassing enough but the obvious stain on the panties really took the fight out of the white sissy. 

So, he did as ordered and got the water running at a comfortable temperature before stripping off his ridiculous clothes and stepping into the shower. 

Lamonte came into the bathroom and entered the shower like he owned the room and everything in it. He stood under the water taking up all of its comforting heat and leaving Sam shivering, catching just the water splashing off the black man. 

“Get busy bitch” the black man said and Sam was at least smart enough to know what was required of him. He picked up the body wash he normally used himself and soaped a wash rag thickly in foam. He began cleaning his superior starting with his broad shoulders and working down to get his chest, washboard abs, and muscular arms before moving to his back. 

Sam scrubbed delicately over the black man’s skin cleaning his back and pausing before moving down further. The white boy was at a loss for a second but remembering his prison training, slowly dropped to his knees and began washing his master’s legs and feet. The white sissy softly wiped the soapy cloth across Lamonte’s muscular buttocks cleaning the man’s ass with shame in his eyes. The shame came from knowing what was next. Knowing his duty, Sam placed the wash cloth over his shoulder and using both hands, pried open his master’s cheeks exposing his puckered asshole. 

With a soft cry of disgust Sam moved his face into the black man’s ass and licked a long swipe up the entire length of his crack. Lamonte moaned and laughed at the service being provided by his former cellmate and knew without a doubt he now owned his own white, sissy, slave. 

Sam licked up and down the black asscrack several times before stiffening his tongue and quickly licking the inside of the thug’s rubbery ring. He darted his tongue in and out repeatedly making sure to clean the inside as well as he’d done the outside. 

After finishing this repugnant task Sam moved in front of his owner. Taking the cloth from his shoulder, he began to wash Lamonte’s balls and cock taking special care as he knew they were sensitive after his morning orgasm. 

When the black man was clean to his satisfaction he turned toward the water and rinsed the soap from his body. Turning back he was delighted to see Sam was still on his knees waiting. Without looking down, without using his hands, without a care or thought for what he was doing, Lamonte began pissing. Sam balked at first but a growl from above made him sit perfectly still as his master’s hot, stinking piss blasted him in the face. Lamonte acted as if pissing on another human being’s face was a completely normal act. In fact to Lamonte this pathetic wretch before him was subhuman. To him white people, white men especially, were nothing but animals. No, lower than animals. To Lamonte pissing in the face of a white bitch was his right as a superior alpha man. 

Without a glance at his sissy Lamonte finished pissing, turned off the water, and stepped from the shower stall. A defeated Sam did what he could to rinse the piss from himself using the dirty wash rag and what water he could scrape from the walls and floor before leaving the shower himself. 

Sam dried using the towel Lamonte had used and quickly made his way to the bedroom where Lamonte had already dressed for the day in Jeans and a tight fitting black tshirt. 

The black man snapped his fingers at Sam and said, “Pick an outfit and get dressed in a hurry, we have places to go.” 

Sam in absolute horror chose the least offensive outfit he could, thinking to minimize his humiliation if they were truly going out in public. 

He chose a pair of black panties and black capri pants with a white half shirt complete with ruffled sleeves and collar. He looked and felt ridiculous but this was really the best choice as all the other outfits were dresses or skirts. 

Sam chose a pair of black pumps for his feet and was amazed that he wore the same size as his wife. 

Lamonte said, “Well I guess that’ll do for now. We’ll take care of the hair and face while we’re out. Let’s go snowflake, your makeover awaits.” 

Sam cringed at those words. He was terrified of what was to come as he followed Lamonte down the stairs and out into the garage. The poor white boy was shaking in fear as Lamonte started the car and pulled out onto the street to begin the next phase of their adventure together. 

Part 5 

Lamonte drove like a wild man. He’d been in jail for a long time and forgot how much he loved the thrill of driving fast. For his part, Sam was terrified the entire ride. He was trapped in a situation far out of his control and was desperate to find a way to escape. His mind wandered into a dream-like state where he saw himself as a strong, aggressive man who would never put up with such humiliating treatment. He knew he had to find a way out before his wife came home. What would Angie think of him if she knew what he’d had to do to protect himself? Sam loved his wife dearly and knew she loved him too even though she was sometimes strict and rather rough with him. He understood she spoke to and treated him harshly to make him a better man, a fact he needed to quickly come to grips with if he were to survive Lamonte. 

Sam was so busy trying to think of a solution to his problems that he didn’t notice the flashing lights or siren behind them till he heard Lamonte say, “Awe shit! The damn police. You just be a good little bitch while I talk my way out of this shit, you hear me boy?” 

Sam quickly said, “Yes Sir” but in his mind he was thrilled. Here was his chance to be rid of this black bastard once and for all. He would tell the police he’d been carjacked and Lamonte would be sent back to prison. This was perfect! 

Sam squirmed in his seat with excitement as he waited for his chance to get even with this thug and was smiling by the time the two police officers walked up to either side of the car. Both cops leaned down to look in the car windows and Sam was momentarily thrown off guard by the fact they were the same two officers who’d arrested him. He told himself that didn’t matter as they were still officers of the law and would have to listen to his complaint and take this evil man away. 

When Lamonte saw the cops he laughed out loud and said, “Hey, what the fuck’s happening guys? Been a long time.” 

The two cops both laughed and the one on the driver’s side said, “What’s up Lamonte? Good to see you out and about again.” 

The other cop said, “Shit yeah man, it’s damn good to see you. Your sister didn’t say you was getting out.” 

Lamonte said, “Yeah I ain’t had a chance to tell her yet. Maybe you can let her know for me and we can all get together for dinner some night. How’s my baby sister doing anyway?” 

The cop laughed and said, “Awe hell you know your sister, she’s been on my ass about having another kid. You know I love that woman and I’m thrilled to be married to her but sometimes she don’t know when to quit.” 

Sam listened to this exchange with a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. The cop was Lamonte’s brother in law. Could this get any worse? The poor white boy squirmed in his seat as the black men talked over his head. He was embarrassed by the way he was dressed and the looks he received from the black cops scared the hell out of him. He felt like prey and these men were all predators. 

Before Sam had a chance to say anything to the officers the one by the driver’s door said, “So who’s your little friend Lamonte? Oh wait, I think I know that white boy, hey Derrick didn’t we bust his ass a while back?” 

The other cop, Derrick, said “You know I think you’re right Hank, we did bust this cracker.” Derrick reached in the window and softly caressed Sam’s face with the back of his huge black hand before continuing, “I thought he was a bit of a sissy back then, now I know he’s just a little bitch.” 

Lamonte was laughing when he said, “Yeah guys I met my little buddy here in the joint, and now he can’t keep his hands off my joint, if you know what I’m saying.” 

The cops laughed and Derrick said, “Shit Lamonte, from the way this sissy’s dressed I figured he was one of your bitches. I guess some things never change. I’m thinking we may need to check this snowflake for any parole violations, what do you think Hank?” 

Hank’s answer made Sam sweat with fear as the huge black cop said, “Sounds about right to me partner, get out of the car white boy, now.” 

Sam had tears in his eyes as he sobbed, “Please officers, I haven’t done anything wrong, please just let us go.” 

Derrick said, “Are you resisting us snowflake?” To which Sam replied, “No Sir” in a sad voice before slowly stepping from the car. 

Sam stood shaking by the passenger side of the car as Derrick grabbed him by the shoulders, spun him around, and pushed him up against the car. Hank and Lamonte watched with amused smiles as Derrick ran his hands up and down Sam’s frail, petite body. The black cop took his time patting down the white boy and grabbed two hands full of Sam’s ass, squeezing and kneading his soft buttocks while commenting on how much it felt like a woman’s ass. Derrick ran his big hand to the white boy’s crotch and rubbed his tiny pecker with his massive palm. 

“Are you sure this is a white boy Lamonte? I don’t feel anything between these legs cept for a little clit sized bump” Derrick said with a laugh. 

Sam was crying now as he came to the dreadful realization that he was nothing but a toy to these black men to play with and humiliate. He sniffled and sobbed as the black cop felt him up as if he were a woman. The officer pinched Sam’s nipples between his thick fingers and squeezed till the poor sissy cried out in pain. 

“Damn, this bitch likes when you play with her titties” Derrick told his friends. The black cop then pressed his body against Sam forcing his thick black cock into the white boy’s asscrack. Sam was in a panic as he felt the huge tool force its way between the cheeks of his bubble butt. Derrick ground his massive cock up into Sam’s ass rubbing it deep into the white sissies crevice while leaning in to whisper in his ear. 

“After my boy gets you all loosened up I’ll be seeing you again snowflake. You're gonna get real familiar with my dick.” Derrick said as he moved away from the frightened and humiliated white boy. Sam was told to get back into the car which he did in a hurry. 

Derrick leaned in the window and said to Lamonte, “I’ll tell your sis you said what’s up. You and this snowflake have a great day, but drive a little slower alright?” 

Lamonte said, “Sure thing guys. And listen once I get all settled in at this white bitches place I’ll be having a little house warming to celebrate my early release. I’ll hollar at you two with an invite.” 

Both cops looked at Sam with what could only be described as hunger as Hank said, “Oh I love your parties Lamonte. There’s nothing like seeing how you get these white boys trained. I can’t wait to see how you handle this one.” 

Lamonte laughed and said, “I’ll have him ready for you Hank. You won’t be disappointed.” 

Sam was shaking with humiliation and fear but he couldn’t seem to form a single word to explain his situation. He was so embarrassed at his clothing, the way he’d just been manhandled, and the way the black men talked about him as if he were merely property that he just sank down into the seat and tried not to cry. 

The cops took their leave while Sam sat stunned in the passenger side of his own car shaking in fear. Even the police were against him. What could he do to escape this nightmare? 

Part 6 

Lamonte drove them down into a part of town Sam had never spent any time in so the white boy became nervous looking around at all the black and brown faces of the people on the streets. He’d always had an innate fear of black people that came with years of anxiety that his kind of upper class, white elitists pretended didn’t exist. 

When they pulled up in front of a discount women’s clothing store Sam became terrified of what Lamonte had in mind. Would this black thug really make him dress in feminine clothes? As if reading the white boy’s thoughts Lamonte said, “Let’s go snowflake, you need a new wardrobe.” 

Before Sam could object Lamonte gripped his thin neck with his thick black hand and led his captive into the store. Sam quickly looked around to see there were no customers in the aisles but a very bored looking, incredibly large, black woman was leaning on the counter reading a magazine. The woman looked up and smiled when she saw Lamonte. 

“Hey baby, when did you get your ass out?” the woman called out. 

“Not too long now Sasha, been laying low at this bitches house.” Lamonte answered before continuing with, “Gonna need your expertise getting this snowflake dressed properly if you catch my drift.” 

The woman, Sasha, laughed and said, “Oh Monty you do have a way of taming these white boys don’t you? They spend their lives thinking they’s men until they meet you and find out they’s nothing but little, sissy, bitches hungry for that black dick. Lord I love you Lamonte.” 

Lamonte dragged Sam over to the counter and said, “Sasha baby, this is Sammy. This bitch was my celly for a while and he came to be a great source of relief for me and my boy Razor. Now that I’m out I want to give this snowflake a chance to make me happy all the damn time. Problem is the little sissy ain’t got the right clothes for the job. I need to make sure this bitch knows his place. Can’t have him thinking he’s a man at all, so I need him looking like the sissy, snowflake, bitch he really is deep inside.” 

Sam was shaking in fear and humiliation as Sasha looked him over with a critical eye. She stared at Sam’s worried face and asked, “That right white boy? You need a makeover so you look good for your man?” 

Sam squeaked out in a meek voice, “No ma’am. I’m not that way. There’s been a terrible mistake, you see I’m married to a woman. And, and, I’m not, not gay or a girl at all. I just need this to be over. Please help me make Lamonte see that he should let me go. Please?” 

Lamonte grabbed Sam’s left ear and twisted it painfully causing the white boy to drop to his knees as Sasha said, “Damn Monty this one got some spirit. You still has some work to do.” 

Lamonte glared down at Sam and said, “Oh this bitch gonna learn the hard way not to mouth off like that again. We gonna get right with Jesus when I get him home. Gonna beat that ass black and blue. Now you apologize to my friend snowflake and ask her real nice to help you find some nice slutty clothes.” 

Sam was in tears from the pain in his ear and the embarrassment of being brought to his knees by his forceful tormentor and through his sniffling and sobbing he said, “Please ma’am accept my apology. I need some nice slutty clothes to wear. Please.” 

Sasha took pity on the white boy and said, “Alright let’s see what we got for your skinny ass.” 

Lamonte released Sam’s ear and the sissy stood on shaky legs to follow Sasha to the back of the store where Lamonte took a seat in a comfy recliner and Sasha handed him a beer from the mini fridge. Lamonte made himself comfortable as Sasha brought out a measuring tape and took Sam’s measurements. The large black woman was not gentle with the sissy as she manipulated him as if he were a small child and before long she’d written down all his sizes. 

As Sasha was measuring Sam the white boy took the time to look her over. Sasha was huge. She stood 5’8” and weighed in at a whopping 350lbs. Her large hanging breasts were big enough to suffocate a poor little man like Sam if he ever had the misfortune of getting his face caught between them. Sasha’s ass was wide enough to snow Imax movies on, with room to spare. Every ounce of ebony flesh wiggled and jiggled as the big woman moved. Sam was overwhelmed by the scent of the woman as she obviously had been sweating profusely in the store’s closed interior all morning. He could smell a faint hint of deodorant that had failed to mask the stench of her body odor and he knew those sweaty armpits were the cause of all the stink. Well, not all the stink as poor Sam caught a definite whiff of rank crotch odor as well. That stale combination of an unwashed cunt mixed with drops of piss captured in a pair of panties was nauseating in its nearness to the sissy’s sense of smell. 

If Sasha had noticed the white boy’s discomfort at her nearness she ignored it and was constantly putting her arms around him while measuring him. 

Sasha then took Sam into the dressing room and left him there while she went about collecting an assortment of under and outer wear for her new dress up doll to try on. Lamonte meanwhile sipped his beer and scrolled through his phone smiling at the show he was about to experience. 

When Sasha returned to the dressing room her arms were loaded down with a massive amount of women’s clothing in an assortment of bright colors and silky fabrics. As she squeezed her bulk into the dressing room with poor Sam the white boy’s eyes filled with tears again when he saw the degrading wardrobe he was expected to model. 

Sam looked up at Sasha with pain in his eyes and said, “Please Miss Sasha, please don’t do this to me. I’m not a sissy. I’m not gay. I’m not even a crossdresser. I’m a married man who’s caught up in something bad and I just need someone to help me. Please.” 

Sasha moved fast for a big woman and before Sam knew what had happened the black bitch had grabbed Sam by his underdeveloped penis and balls and began to squeeze them painfully. She leaned in so their faces were almost touching and snarled out, “You listen to me bitch boy. That man out there is my friend. I don’t know you from Adam. Lamonte is good to me, keeps my business running and makes sure I’m protected. I don’t owe you shit! Now you better fall in line snowflake and do everything I tell you to or I’ll tell your man you been getting uppity with me. Is that what you want?” 

Sam winced in pain and gasped for breath but in a high pitched, quivering voice said, “No ma’am. Please don’t tell him. I’ll be good. Please, I promise.” 

Sasha glared at Sam for another minute before releasing his aching testicles with a laugh. She said, “Damn boy I wasn’t even sure I had anything in my hand. Your package is like a couple little grapes and a cocktail party weiner on a toothpick. I got to see this shit for myself. Get your scrawny ass naked right now.” 

Sam was sobbing like a baby but quickly removed his frilly shirt and pants actually glad to be rid of the feminine outfit. But as he stood there in his tighty whities he felt more uncomfortable than he had even in front of Lamonte. Somehow this large black woman made him more uneasy than anyone ever had before. 

Sasha tisked with her tongue against her teeth as she looked at the thin, pale body before her. She raised an eyebrow and looked at Sam’s underwear letting him know without words what was expected of him. 

Sam’s eyes pleaded with Sasha but he knew he had no chance of mercy so with a resigned sigh the white boy slowly pulled off his underpants and covered his crotch with his hands. 

Sasha laughed and said, “No, no white boy. Hands at your side so I can see what I’m working with.” 

Sam let out a weak little sob before moving his hands to his sides. He’d never felt more exposed than at this moment. The black woman was staring at his little pecker with a smile on her cruel face before she burst out laughing. 

“Oh my god! What the hell is that? It’s like those fun size candy bars people give out for trick or treat these days. Always a disappointment and never satisfying in any way. Oh your poor wife! You look like a toddler.” The cruel woman commented. 

The woman laughed out loud for several minutes till tears ran down her cheeks as she shook her head and made poor Sam feel like a fool. The white boy turned red from head to toe in absolute humiliation as his small package was mocked by this huge woman. He was devastated and started to feel his own inadequacy overwhelm him. 

When Sasha finally calmed down she said, “Oh shit whitey I can’t look at that pathetic thing any longer. Let’s cover that shit up. Here sweetie, put on your panties and we can get started.” 

Sasha handed Sam a pair of pink, Tanga style panties that made the white boy blush immediately. Sam had seen Angie wear panties like this before so he was aware of how they fit and was mortified at the thought of wearing them. The Tanga cut meant a wider crotch covering in the shape of a triangle but this tapered off to nothing but a string as the material made its way between the person’s legs. Sam knew this meant he’d have a string like a thong up his ass if he wore these embarrassing underwear. 

He pleaded with Sasha with his eyes and bit his lower lip in a way that amplified his sissy boy appearance to the big woman who just stared at him with malice in her expression. Poor Sam had no choice and with trembling hands slowly slid the pink nightmare up his smooth legs and fit the triangle shaped crotch snuggly against his limp penis. The feeling of the material rubbing against the sensitive skin of his little dick combined with the feeling of the tight string sliding up his butt crack had the unwanted effect of making Sam half erect. The white boy prayed Sasha wouldn’t notice his discomfort at becoming slightly aroused by his predicament. After all it wasn’t his fault, it was that damn silky material rubbing against him. 

Sam could see himself in the mirrors and was terribly embarrassed by his own reflection. Here he was a married, straight, white man standing in a cramped dressing room in nothing but a pair of pink, women’s panties with an overweight black woman mocking him and laughing at his appearance. But he knew things could still get worse. And they did as Sasha began rifling through the huge pile of clothes to find an outfit for Sam to try on. 

The first thing Sasha made Sam try on was a pink, short sleeve, tie top with a pink and black, plaid schoolgirl skirt. Sam was completely degraded as Sasha tied the shirt closed leaving room for what would be expansive cleavage on a real woman. The pleated skirt barely covered Sam’s ass and if he bent over slightly you could see the rounded globes of his smooth cheeks. Shasha then had Sam roll up a pair of pink nylon, thigh high stockings before strapping a pair of bowed, black, kitten heels that made Sam walk clumsily but in an awkward and geeky way that Sasha found cute. 

Before Sam knew what was happening he had been pushed through the curtain and back into the lounge part of the store where Lamonte was sipping his beer and smoking a cigar. 

Lamonte smiled and applauded as his sissy made a stumbling appearance blushing from head to toe. Sam was shaking in fear and his eyes filled with tears as he imagined the sight he must make as a straight married man dressed like a pervert's dream of a school girl. 

Sasha made Sam twirl around, a feat that almost knocked the sissy to the floor as he was still unstable in heels of any kind. But Sam managed to catch himself and Lamonte cheered at the spectacle before him. The black thug said, “Damn girl you look hot as fuck. Can’t wait till we get your full makeover done. Let’s see the next outfit.” 

Before Sam had a chance to wonder what ‘full makeover’ meant, Sasha was already pulling him back into the changing room. The poor sissy was made to strip back down to just his panties and another outfit was handed to Sam to try on. 

This time Sam was dressed in a beautiful pink lace, printed polyester, lolita dress with white trim. A pair of white, knee high, silk stockings. A pair of white mary janes with 3 inch heels and a pretty pink and white clutch to hold in his delicate hands. 

This began a series of outfits and trips out to model for Lamonte that made Sam feel as though he were in a montage from an 80s high school movie where the nerd is transformed into the sexy cheerleader. 

Next was a cute purple, ribbed, knit, long sleeve, skater dress with knee high black boots that Sasha said would look great if Sam wore a long, straight, black wig. 

This was followed by a skin tight, bandage grey, shimmer dress cut just above the knees with a pair of silver stilettos with 6 inch heels. By now Sam was getting better at balancing in these types of shoes and had even managed to put a wiggle in his walk after a hard slap on the ass by Lamonte. 

A series of booty shorts in various colors with garish t-shirts sporting wild messages like ‘Slutty’, ‘I Put Out’, ‘Spank Me’, and ‘Daddy’s Girl’ came next making Sam feel like a common street whore as Lamonte looked on with a vicious leer. 

A sexy French Maid’s outfit that looked more like a Halloween costume was forced onto the white sissy and looking in the mirror Sam had never felt more embarrassed in his life. The frilly black skirt with white ruffles and matching short sleeve top were bad enough but the garter belt and black silk stockings combined with the frilly cap on his head completed Sam’s humiliation and made Lamonte roar with laughter. 

But then came the lingerie. Sam began crying again as he saw what Sasha held out for him next. The sissy balked and shook his head defiantly before Sasha threatened to call Lamonte. Sam was so afraid to piss off the large black man that he reached out timidly for the offending garment and began pulling it on with shame in his eyes. 

Standing before Lamonte this time Sam found himself in a pink and black, criss cross, chemise set that left his backside completely exposed. His smooth features actually complimented the outfit and from the neck down you would swear you were looking at a very sexy, albeit flat chested woman. Sam was in misery as he saw Lamonte adjust his massive package while staring at his sissy. 

After moving through a black silk negligee with black lace stockings, a white leather bustier with matching knee high leather boots, a bright yellow, lace garter and bra set, and Sasha’s favorite, a black leather bra and panties set with rhinestone hearts around the nipples and crotch, Sam was exhausted and crushed by the constant humiliation. He could think of nothing else but his hot wife as he was forced to parade around in these ridiculous nightmare outfits worrying how she would feel if she ever found out and wondering how he could make this all end. 

Sam was so lost in his thoughts that as he walked out in the latest outfit, a neon pink lace and mesh teddy with matching stockings and cute ballerina slippers, he failed to see how aroused Lamonte had become. 

As Sam twirled around to show off this latest atrocity Lamonte stood up and embraced the sissy from behind. Sam was startled but couldn’t move out of the black man’s strong arms so he stood there trembling as Lamonte pressed his massive erection between the sissy’s buttocks. 

Sasha came out from the dressing room and whistled at the happy couple telling Lamonte how cute they looked together. Lamonte smiled at Sasha and said, “Oh my little sissy loves having daddy this close don’t you snowflake?” 

Sam wept softly and said, “No, please Lamonte. Please don’t do anything here. Not like this, not in front of someone else. Please?” 

Lamonte quietly whispered into Sam’s ear, “Does my sissy want a spanking on her cute little ass?” 

Sam was crying openly now when he said, “No Sir, please don’t spank me. I’ll do whatever you say. Just please don’t hurt me. It’s just that I’m not gay and you keep treating me like I am. 

I’m so embarrassed and confused by the way you treat me. Please just let me go.” 

Lamonte laughed and said, “Oh no baby, I’m not letting you go. You’re my little snowflake. I got so much to teach you about how to keep me happy. You want me to be happy, don't you?” 

“Yes” Sam said, “I want you to be happy but I don’t want to be treated this way. Please Sir, I’m not gay. I don’t want to dress this way, I don’t want to touch your...your penis any more. Please just stop this and let me go.” 

“First off faggot, you never looked better in your life than you do dressed like this” Lamonte said, “And second you are whatever I say you are. And third” at this point Lamonte pushed down his pants with one hand while holding on to Sam with the other and gripping his enormous dick wagged the rock hard member up and down continuing with, “This is a cock! Not a penis. What you’re carrying is a penis or hell maybe even a swollen clit, but this is a cock.” 

Lamonte said the last as he pushed Sam down to his knees. The black thug held Sam’s head in his left hand and with his right hand began rubbing the leaking head of his cock all over the sissy’s face. Sam was openly sobbing now and his tears mixed with 

Lamonte’s salty precum leaving a glossy shine on the white boy’s face. 

Lamonte pressed his cockhead against Sam’s lips and for a second it looked as though the sissy would balk, but fear of a beating and a broken spirit caused the humiliated boy to open his mouth and accept the mushroom shaped knob inside. 

Sam’s mouth immediately flooded with the salty, musky flavor of Lamonte’s cock and he began to salivate involuntarily. Lamonte moaned as he felt the white boy’s mouth flood with spit as he loved nothing better than a sloppy blowjob. The black thug gripped his sissy by the hair with both hands and began savagely fucking his face getting turned on by the wet sloshing sound of his cock filling the boy’s mouth and throat. The sissy moaned and whimpered causing extra vibrations along the sensitive skin of the thick black cock making Lamonte groan with lust. 

Sasha had pulled her panties to the side and lifted one leg up to the seat of a chair as she began to strum her swollen clit with equally loud squishy noises. Her fat, soaking pussy filled the air with a strong fishy aroma of unwashed crotch and stale piss but no one in the room seemed to mind so caught up in their own drama were they all. 

As Sasha stroked her clit and Lamonte fucked his sissy’s face the poor white boy on his knees found himself in a serious dilemma. The savage rocking back and forth as his throat was fucked was causing his little penis to rub against the silky material of his shameful undergarments. As a result poor Sam found himself with a painful erection. The worst part for him was that he’d become erect while sucking a big, black, cock. The humiliation was so intense the white boy began to cry again as he reaffirmed in his own mind that he was not responsible for anything happening to him right now. He was not gay! This was a nightmare! Soon it would be over, his wife would be home, Lamonte would be forced to leave and life could go on as usual. He just had to get through this torment. 

Sam felt the silky, soft skin of the black man’s cock running along his tongue and had to swallow constantly to keep up with the prodigious amount of precum produced by those enormous black balls. His head was swimming at the assault on his senses, both taste and smell were overwhelmed by the heavy flavor and scent of a real man’s crotch. Sam was struggling to breathe each time the massive cock moved out of his throat and was almost happy to feel the large testicles tighten against his chin signalling an impending flood of thick, hot, salty cum. 

Lamonte erupted with a roar and shot thick ropes of cream into his sissy’s mouth relishing the feeling of shooting a load into such a tight, warm hole. Sam swallowed constantly, gulping down what seemed lit a pint of black man’s jizz, knowing if he spilled a drop he’d be made to lick it from the floor. When Lamonte finally finished he pulled his long black rod from Sam’s swollen lips and smiled down at his pet sissy. He patted the white boy on the head like a dog and then sat down on the recliner to catch his breath. 

This was all the opening Sasha needed and she quickly pushed Sam to the floor on his back and straddled the poor white boy’s face. Sam barely had time to register the sight before him and then everything went black. He’d seen the horrible sight of Sasha’s long, wide, dripping slit moving toward his face, her thick curls of black hair matted with several days worth of sweat and stale piss and knew she was going to use his face to get herself off. He took a deep breath and regretted it instantly because the stench of her over ripe pussy was cloying and fetid. She smelled like sweat, piss, dried cum, and body odor but she tasted even worse. 

As Sasha rubbed her stinking cunt across Sam’s face his lips parted and he was treated to the taste of her sticky secretions. Her cunt poured a steady stream of fluid onto the white boy’s face, up his nose, and into his mouth. He felt like he was being pussy boarded. 

Luckily for Sam the black behemoth was already close to orgasm when she sat on his face and it didn’t take long for her to pop. Sasha came hard and fast grinding her sopping wet cunt all over Sam’s face. She cried out in ecstasy as she rode her powerful orgasm to its climax. 

Sasha rested for a moment on her white boy seat cushion letting her juices soak into his face and hair before slowly climbing to her feet with a sigh. 

Sam lay there breathing heavily with tears streaming down the sides of his face mixing in with Sasha’s sticky secretions. His mouth was full of the combined taste of the black people’s cum and he feared he would never wash away the foul taste. Through the fog of his pain and humiliation Sam heard Lamonte calling him from his perch on the recliner. 

“C’mon white boy. On your feet. We gots places to go and people to see. Get moving.” The harsh comments from the black man spurred Sam into motion and he rolled up to his knees before dragging himself to his feet. He followed Sasha’s directions and made his way back into the dressing room to retrieve the outfit he’d walked in wearing. After redressing himself Sam made his way back out to the store where Sasha and Lamonte were finishing a transaction. 

Lamonte was telling the huge black woman to pack up all the clothes the sissy had tried on as they were taking everything. The black thug handed her Sam’s credit card and smiled as she rang up several hundred dollars worth of slutty clothing. Sam was too ashamed and tired to complain and just stood there watching with haunted eyes. 

Since he’d been denied permission to wash his face or rinse out his mouth, Sam followed Lamonte out of the store to the cackling sound of Sasha’s laughter. Sam loaded his new wardrobe into the car then sat quietly in the passenger seat as Lamonte drove them off to their next destination. 

Part 7 

When Lamonte pulled up in front of a hair and beauty stylist Sam was completely distraught. He’d already suffered too many bleak humiliations today and didn’t think he could stand any more. His plan to play along was sinking him deeper into despair and trauma the likes of which he never imagined. He’d always known himself to be someone who hated confrontation and was always eager to please and keep the peace but now those traits were sinking him further into the clutches of this back alley thug. Still Sam was convinced if he could only keep Lamonte satisfied for a little while longer his beloved Angie would be home and things could get back to normal. After all the black criminal couldn’t expect to continue his abuse of the poor white boy once his loving wife had returned home, could he? 

Lamonte ushered the confused white boy into the beauty salon and turned the sign on the door from open to closed when he confirmed there were no other customers in the place. Lamonte called out a quick hello and two tall, well built, black women entered the store from the back office. Upon seeing Lamonte and his newest captive the women both laughed and stared at poor Sam. 

The taller of the two women asked, “This your new project Monty? Where do you find these useless white boys?” 

Lamonte said, “Shit Jasmine, finding them is the easy part. Most white boys want to be submissive sissies for a strong brother like me. It’s the training I need help with. That’s why I come to you lovely ladies. I need this bitch to learn how to take care of makeup and hair duties so she always looks like a feminine slut for me.” 

Jasmine laughed and said, “Well you came to the right place. Me and Cherise will learn your sissy the right way to make up his face and hair so all the brothers will want to tap that lily white ass.” 

Lamonte glared at Sam and pointed to a nearby chair and taking the hint Sam quickly sat down awaiting his fate at the hands of the two black women. 

Lamonte sat back in an easy chair and lit one of his stinking cigars and began sipping a glass of scotch provided for him by Cherise. The black thug smiled triumphantly as he watched his latest acquisition being taken care of by the two beauty experts. 

For his part, Sam was in a special kind of hell. Here he was a straight, married man sitting in a beauty parlor about to be educated in the finer arts of makeup and hair care. He struggled to keep from crying again as the women circled him commenting on his skin tone and bone structure. 

Cherise pointed out the strange liquid glow to Sam’s skin and both women cracked up laughing as they discovered the white boy’s face was covered in a glaze of cum. They used baby wipes to clean his face before beginning to apply different colors of base to match Sam’s skin tone. 

For the next two hours the women worked on Sam’s face plucking and shaping his eyebrows, fluffing and primping his lashes, blending shades of concealer, blush, eyeshadow, and lipstick to find the perfect balance for their blank white canvas. 

Sam was bewildered by the lessons he was forced to focus on as he couldn’t understand why this large black man would want him to learn to feminize himself in such a humiliating way. He imagined that anyone with such a perfectly built body and such an enormous cock would be the ultimate ladies man but here he was forcing an inferior white boy to become a perfect little bitch for his use. 

After several hours of training Sam became quite proficient at making up his face and even he had to admit the face in the mirror was that of a slutty looking woman and not the face of a heterosexual, married man. Sam was ashamed to admit just how hot he looked with his face made up like a shemale tramp. 

And then the ladies started on hair. The black women delighted in trying different wigs on the submissive white boy. Lamonte had alluded to the image of Sam growing out his hair to be more feminine but the white boy held on strong to the fact his wife would be home soon to save him. So it was that Sam allowed the black women who’d made up his face to try on different hairstyles. 

There was a light brown, blunt bob, hanging just above his shoulders that made Sam shudder at just how sexy it made him look. Then came a long pixie cut tucked just behind his ear with a side part that looked sleek and uncomplicated. A longer wig with tapered layers created movement even without the ability to hold curls. A dark brunette wig with a smooth lob gave a deep side part that made Sam feel pretty even though he wanted to die at the thought of looking so much like a woman. A blonde, spikey pixie look made Sam look like a pretty girl who just woke up and ran out the door. 

Wig after wig combined with the makeup Sam had been forced to apply kept the poor white boy in a constant state of humiliation and embarrassment. The women moved around him in a whirlwind of activity showing off to Lamonte their talent. Eventually Sam learned which hairstyle matched which outfit he’d been forced to try out and the humiliated white boy was soon becoming an expert at crossdressing. 

There was nothing Sam could do to stop the campaign Lamonte had started to feminize him so the sissy sat quietly and accepted the lessons in makeup and hairstyle as if they were a necessary part of his education in life. Sam was beyond crying at this point and simply allowed the women to enhance his appearance in a way that pleased the dominant black man who’d taken over his life. 

By the end of the afternoon Sam had been trained in the sissy skills of walking in heels, matching feminine outfits, making up his face, and matching hairstyles to both makeup and clothing. The submissive white boy was now a successful crossdresser despite his noncompliance and insistence on being a straight married man. He was shamed by the fact that the powerful black man was turning him into a feminized, sissy, crossdresser. Sam was certain that his efforts to comply with Lamonte would eventually lead to his freedom if he could just distract the black thug till his beautiful wife Angie came home from her cruise. 

Sam was deeply involved in thoughts of getting his life back in order as Lamonte used his credit card to pay for an assortment of makeup and wigs. The black man and his female friends laughed at the poor white boy as he was led outside in a long, curly, blonde wig and fully made up face. The sissy looked like a common street hooker following his pimp daddy out to the car. Sam was terrified of the way he looked and was perceived by the passersby on the street as Lamonte took him to the car and drove him back to his house for another humiliating day of being black owned. 

Upon arrival back at Sam’s home the white boy tried once again to reason with his black captor. Sam immediately began begging Lamonte to release him from this insane captivity stating once again his status as a married heterosexual man. Poor Sam begged and pleaded with Lamonte to just leave and never come back. He told the black thug that his wife would be home soon and he just wanted things to return to normal as they’d been before he’s gone to jail. 

Lamonte looked his white slave up and down with a smile on his face before saying, “Oh little white boy, I own you now. I’m not leaving you. Not ever. Now I’ve seen the pics of that hot ass wife of yours and I’m willing to agree to a few concessions to help you acclimate but the truth is, you belong to me. When your wife gets home I promise to leave you alone but you need to realize that I’m not going anywhere. You’re my bitch, period. You’ll be my bitch till I tell you different. I can’t wait to meet your wife. You’ll tell her I’m a good friend of yours and I’ll be staying with you for a while. You’ll be nice to me. Hell, you’ll be my good little sissy bitch or I’ll whip your ass good. If you’re lucky I’ll let you continue to be a happily married couple and she’ll never know that you’re my sissy cumdump. Maybe. But it’ll be up to me to decide what happens to you and your marriage. Hell, I might decide I want to fuck your hot little wife. In which case you will do nothing but help me make her my cocksleeve. You get me snowflake? I own you. I decide what happens to you and your wife. Now you go upstairs and make yourself pretty for me and if you do a good job maybe I’ll let you dress in your boy clothes tomorrow when your wife gets home. How bout that bitch?” 

Sam was in shock. He took a full minute to decide what should happen next but it was easy for him to see how screwed he truly was. He had no choice but to dress provocatively for this black thug and give him one last night of submissive slavery in order to force him away from his beautiful wife. Hopefully if Sam behaved the way Lamonte wanted then Angie would never know how bad things around the house had become. One last night of degradation and Sam would be free. He felt it. He knew it. There was no way this black thug would continue his torment after Angie came home. No way. Just one last night. 

Part 8 

Sam was shaking as he finished his makeup and checked his hair for the last time. He was dressed in a short, black, fitted evening dress with matching black stockings. His shoes were a six inch stiletto heel that had taken him hours to learn to walk in. The wig he’d chosen was a shoulder length, straight black cut with bangs. He wore a pair of diamond stud earrings that were magnetic clasps as he’d not been forced to pierce his ears yet. His hands were adorned with several rings of different designs that all complemented the gold bracelets he wore on both wrists. He’d been forced to make up his face in the most slutty and street whore look possible so there was no mistaking his desire to be taken by a real man. 

Sam knew why he’d been forced to look this way. Lamonte wanted to humiliate him as much as possible. The black thug wanted nothing more than to humiliate poor Sam and force him to be his prison bitch for one more night. Sam knew his wife would be home in the morning and this nightmare would finally end. He knew Lamonte would be forced to leave him alone when Angie came home so he tried his best to be brave as he sauntered into the living room to face his tormentor once again. 

The poor defenseless white boy froze in his tracks at the entrance to his living room terrified by the sight before him. There on the couch sat Lamonte and beside him was Sam’s other prison captor, Razor. The black men both wore triumphant grins on their faces as they hungrilly looked over the sissy husband shivering in front of them. 

Lamonte spoke up first saying, “Look who got out today snowflake, it’s our old friend Razor. Isn’t that great? I told him you’d be happy to have him stay here for a while till he gets back on his feet. You’re ok with that right?” 

Sam’s eyes filled with tears and panic crept into his voice when he said, “But my wife will be home tomorrow. You know that. I thought this would all be over in the morning when she gets back. What am I supposed to tell her?” 

Lamonte continued, “You just relax sissy and worry about taking care of us tonight. Tomorrow will work itself out one way or another. Now get your tight little ass over here and say a proper hello to our guest.” 

Sam felt a helpless anger well up inside of him as he puffed out his chest and said, “No! This has to stop! I’ve done everything you’ve asked in hopes of keeping my wife from finding out what I had to do in jail to survive but it ends now. I can’t take this any longer. I’m a man, a straight man who’s married to a beautiful woman and I’ll not be bullied by you any longer. I want you to leave my house right now!” 

Razor stared at Lamonte waiting to see how he would respond to this show of rebellion. Lamonte for his part didn’t move a muscle. He just sat there glaring at Sam with a smoldering look of pure anger on his face. 

The tension in the room was thick and palpable as the showdown between black bull and sissy white boy ticked away the seconds. Sam was shaking in fear, his face red with shame, and his mouth so dry he found he couldn’t swallow. The sissy knew how he looked standing here dressed like a slutty whore while proclaiming his manhood to these powerful thugs but he knew in his heart it was now or never. He had to stop this humiliating treatment before Angie came home. 

There was no doubt in anyone’s mind however who would break first. The superiority of the black men was a physical presence in the room and the weak, inferior white sissy could feel it breaking down his resolve. It started with his being unable to look Lamonte in the eye and as soon as he looked down at his feet Sam knew he had lost. 

The white boy spoke first and in doing so lost the battle in an instant. He mumbled, “Please Sir. Please just leave me alone.” 

Lamonte’s answer was simple. He snapped his fingers and pointed to a spot on the floor directly in front of him as he glared at the quivering white boy. 

Sam tried to resist, really he did. He lasted all of three seconds before he moved his high heeled feet with their brightly painted toenails to stand before his master in supplication. 

Lamonte moved quickly and before he could catch his breath Sam found himself laying across the big man’s lap with his cute little bottom pointed at the ceiling. The black thug began spanking his sissy with hard, angry slaps that caused the boy’s bottom to quiver and shake. Sam cried out in pain, surprise, and shame with a high pitched squeal that made his black captors laugh. Any thought of Sam as a man faded away with every smack to his reddening backside. These rugged Alpha men no longer saw a married white man at all, they only saw a sissy bitch crying in pain while taking its well deserved punishment. 

Lamonte beat Sam’s ass for more than five minutes before dumping him in a crying heap on the floor. Poor Sam couldn’t even touch his ass cheeks to soothe the burning as they hurt far too much. He just lay there in the fetal position and sobbed. 

The black men both leaned back on the couch and lit up cigars as they watched the miserable white sissy try to collect himself at their feet. In a few minutes Sam’s crying came to a stop and he simply sniffled occasionally keeping his head down and eyes on the floor. 

Lamonte cleared his throat and said, “Now bitch, you pull yourself together and behave from now on. I think you need to apologize to both of us right now with a nice sissy blowjob. So get your ass up here and take care of all this black meat before you make me mad.” 

Sam just obeyed without any complaint. The poor white boy crawled up to his knees and began pulling down Lamonte’s sweatpants. Beside him Razor was preparing himself the same way by taking off his pants and freeing his thick black cock. Sam was immediately assaulted by the musky odor of the men’s crotches and his eyes watered from the smell of body odor and stale piss. Even flacid the black dicks were enormous and Sam once again marveled at the power displayed by these superior specimens. 

Lamonte said, “Guests first”, and Sam moved his head between Razor’s legs, lifting the black cock up to his lips with his left hand. Sam bent down and placed a soft kiss on the bulbous cockhead while stroking the shaft in his thin fingers. 

While he was busy getting Razor hard with his lips Sam took Lamonte’s dick in his right hand and began to stroke it gently the way he’d been taught. What a sight he made dressed like a streetwalker in his own living room pleasuring the massive cocks of these two black criminals. 

Both men soon found themselves responding to the light touch of the sissy and their thick cocks soon stood up straight and proud. There are few things more enjoyable to an angry black thug than the submission of a ‘straight’ white boy. Lamonte and Razor loved seeing a once proud white man on his knees, mouthful of black dick. It felt right. It felt natural. 

Sam was lost in a world of submissive misery as he sucked and licked Razor’s throbbing cock. He tasted the salty precum leaking from the black man’s piss slit and felt his face redden at the sheer humiliation of licking up another man’s mess. 

After several minutes Lamonte said in an amused voice, “Switch bitch”, and Sam moved from one black dick to another with haunted eyes. 

Back and forth the white boy went as the minutes ticked away. The only sounds in the room were the soft wet sucking noises from the white boy’s mouth and the occasional moans of pleasure from the black men. Both men had the stamina of real alpha predators and relaxed back into the couch wanting to make their sissy’s oral servitude last as long as possible. 

Sam was in hell. His knees hurt terribly. His hands were cramping from constantly gripping thick shafts the width of his own wrist. His jaw felt like it was locking in place after long minutes of stretching open to accommodate such massive cockheads and his poor throat was being rubbed raw as his neck bulged out with each thrust of black dick down its passageway. 

The sissy’s eyes watered and he gagged constantly with the intrusion of black meat down his throat but the black men gave him no relief as they made sure he swallowed them balls deep on every downthrust. 

Lamonte was eyeing up his captive and wondering how the white husband would look with a pair of fake tits bouncing up and down as he sucked black cock after black cock. He glanced around the room taking in the pictures of Sam’s wife and smiled as he imagined how she would look bouncing on his cock. He was excited about the coming morning and his first meeting with his sissy’s wife. Things were going to get very interesting around here very soon. 

After nearly an hour and a half of back and forth sucking Sam finally felt the black men’s balls tensing up in impending orgasm. 

The white sissy worked harder to bring his tormentors off so he could be done with this humiliating task and he stroked and sucked for all he was worth. 

As Sam capped Razor’s cockhead with his soft painted lips the black man roared and fired a thick rope of hot cum into the back of the sissy’s mouth. Another six powerful blasts filled Sam’s mouth to overflowing and drops of cum leaked from his lips onto his pretty dress. 

Before the white boy could collect his thoughts Lamonte grabbed him by the neck and shoved his spurting cock into the sissy’s sticky mouth adding the contents of his balls to Sam’s hungry stomach. 

Sam swallowed as much of the salty jizz as he could but still spilled a considerable amount onto his girly clothes. When Lamonte finished cumming poor Sam thought he was finally finished but a quick command from his master had the white boy licking the remaining spend from both black men’s shrinking cocks and balls. Only after he’d cleaned them both to their liking was Sam allowed off the floor. 

Lamonte and Razor stood up and led their sissy upstairs to his bedroom where they made him strip off his dress and shoes before crawling into bed. Sam was forced to lay between the black men in his own bed dressed in lacy black panties and bra, black stockings and his feminine wig. He looked like a hooker after a long shift on the streets but was too afraid to argue with these thugs. The black men were both naked and snuggled against the sissy before drifting off to a peaceful sleep. But there was no sleep for Sam as he lay awake all night between his black tormentors listening to them snore and fart away the long night. 

Part 9 

When morning finally arrived Sam was a nervous wreck. He was expecting Angie home soon and the black men showed no sign of leaving. They did however allow him to shower and change into his normal clothing before making them breakfast. He wore a pair of sweatpants and an old tshirt but was forced to wear a pair of pink, lace panties to remind him of his place. 

And so it was that Angie found her husband serving two black strangers a morning meal at their kitchen table when she came in from her trip. She could see right away the tension on her husband’s face and asked for introductions to these handsome, well built strangers. 

Sam was stuttering and trembling as he said, “Angie darling, this is Lamonte and this is Razor. I met them both when I was in...well, while I was in jail. They are friends of mine who needed a place to stay for a while after being released.” 

Lamonte and Razor both stood and took turns holding and kissing Angie’s hand like perfect gentlemen making the white wife blush as her heart skipped a beat in what could only be called instant lust. She smiled at both black men staring them both in the eye with confidence. 

Angie was used to men finding her attractive so the looks she received from these two didn’t phase her much. No, it was the way she felt that made her nervous. She’d never been so instantly attracted to anyone as she was to these black studs. Something about the way they carried themselves made her feel as if she were in the presence of real men, alpha men, superior men. She found herself looking at Sam in a new light wondering how he could look so small and inept around such fine specimens as these black gentlemen. 

Angie sat down at the table with the black men and asked Sam to bring her a cup of coffee. She didn’t seem to notice how natural it was for her white hubby to scurry along and serve her without complaint. Sam brought his wife a coffee and refilled the cups for the black men before attempting to sit down himself. Just before he could sit Lamonte said, “Oh I thought you were going to clean up and do the dishes Sam. Isn’t that what you were up to before your lovely wife came home?” 

Sam could see there was no arguing the point with the black man so he excused himself and began clearing the table. If Angie noticed there were only two plates for the black men and nothing for Sam she didn’t say anything. She just smiled and began chatting away with their guests as Sam cleaned the table like a quiet and invisible servant. 

Angie and the two black men laughed and joked with each other as they discussed the cruise Angie had just enjoyed. She regaled them with stories of how her and her mother ate wonderful meals, drank exotic drinks, danced the nights away and shopped in all the island stores everywhere the ship made port. 

Sam felt left out as he listened to the stories that should be his alone to hear but were directed to his captors by his naive wife. She had no idea how poor Sam had been treated in her absence and would have been shocked to find just how submissive he was to these black studs. 

While Sam washed the dishes the other three decided to move into the living room to enjoy their coffee. When Angie mentioned she should probably unpack Lamonte said, “I’m sure Sam won’t mind doing that for you, after all you must be tired after your long trip.” 

Angie seemed amused by that thought and asked, “Would you mind honey? Unpack my bags and maybe get a head start on the laundry? Everything in my suitcases is in need of a good washing. Do you mind?” 

Sam muttered, “Um no. I don’t mind”, as Angie took the black men to the living room without a glance back at her hubby. 

Sam could hear the muffled conversation from the living room as he worked to unpack his wife’s things. He was separating the laundry and couldn’t help but occasionally take a good sniff of her well worn panties. It’d been so long since he’d smelled or tasted her pussy that even the stale scent of her unwashed, piss stained panties made his little penis twitch. 

Meanwhile in the living room Lamonte and Razor were manipulating the conversation with Angie to lead her where they wanted. 

The black men questioned Angie about her time on the ship asking if there were any hot men and was she ever tempted to step out with one of them. Angie laughed and said, “Of course not! I’m a happily married woman and my Sammy is more than enough man for me.” 

But Lamonte persisted saying, “Really? You don’t even look at other men? You don’t even fantasize?” 

Angie blushed when she said, “Well I’m only human. Of course I look. Everyone looks. In fact there was a particularly well built man from Jamaica who worked in the dining hall that had a perfect butt and beautiful muscles.” She blushed harder with this admission. 

Lamonte smiled and said, “But of course you didn’t do anything about it right?” 

Angie looked shocked when she said, “Of course not, I could never cheat on Sam. He’s the only man for me and I know he’d never step out on me either. We are soulmates after all.” 

Razor snorted in laughter and Lamonte elbowed him to shut him up as he looked at Angie and said, “Oh of course, I can see that. You’re all Sammy ever talks about. For the most part that is.” 

Angie looked confused and said, “What does that mean? What else would he talk about?” 

Lamonte shook his head and said, “Oh no, nothing really. It’s just that men get lonely in prison that’s all. They sometimes seek comfort in others. It’s hard being locked away like that.” 

Angie said, “Oh please, Sam wasn’t in long enough for anything like that, besides he’s a straight married man why would he even consider something like that?” 

“Oh of course” Lamonte said, “I’m not saying he did anything wrong I’m just saying it’s lonely in jail and one can never tell how one will handle the fear and isolation.” 

Angie took his hand and said, “Oh you poor dear. Did something happen to you there? Were you assaulted in some way?” 

Lamonte smiled and said, “Well no little lady, nothing like that I mean take a look at me do you really think I would be anyone’s bitch?” 

Angie laughed and said, “No, of course not. You’re built like a bodybuilder or a Greek god.” She trailed off embarrassed for having said so much. 

Razor cut in saying, “Prison is easy for men like us. We are always the top dogs on the inside. Guys like your husband need friends like us to protect them.” 

Angie said, “Oh I understand now. Someone tried to hurt or abuse Sam and you two came to his rescue. Is that right?” 

Lamonte said, “Something like that, sure.” 

At that moment Sam entered the room and all conversation stopped. The white husband was about to sit next to his wife but a look from Lamonte stopped him in his tracks and he found himself sitting on the floor at the black man’s feet. Angie noticed this but chose not to comment. She just assumed her husband needed to stretch out his legs on the floor. 

The sexy white wife said to her hubby, “The guys were just telling me how they looked out for you in jail sweetie. It’s so nice you found such strong protectors to keep you safe while on the inside.” 

Sam nearly choked on his tongue as he said, “Oh um yeah, they sure are great guys.” 

Lamonte glanced up at the clock on the mantle and said, “Wow we’ve been chatting for a while it’s already one o’clock, how about we have a drink and really get to know our beautiful host Angie?” 

Before Sam could argue Angie said, “What a great idea, I could use a drink after that flight. Sammy, would you be a dear and make us all a drink?” 

Sam seemed about to say no but instead planted on a fake smile and made his way out to the kitchen to mix drinks. When he returned the seating arrangements had changed slightly and Angie was now seated between the two black men on the couch while Lamonte was massaging her shoulders. 

Angie took a drink from the tray her husband carried and said, “Honey, did you know Lamonte was a licensed masseuse? He has wonderful hands and is really working the kinks out of my neck.” 

Sam glared at Lamonte and before he could say anything the black man said, “Hey I have an idea. Sam, why don’t you get down on your knees and massage your wife’s tired feet? I’m sure she could use it after travelling all day.” 

Angie thought this was a wonderful idea and Sam soon found himself on his knees before his wife and his black abusers. The three on the couch chatted away happily as Sam worked to massage his wife’s smelly feet. Since she’d been travelling all morning and hadn’t showered since the previous day her feet were very sweaty and smelled awful. Sam was beyond humiliated as he was ignored by his darling wife and her attentive male guests. 

Sam’s reverie was broken by a glass of ice shaking in his face and he looked up to see all three staring down at him expecting drink refills. The white boy climbed to his feet and scurried to mix everyone a new drink. The problem was he completely forgot about the pink, women’s underpants he wore and as he stood up his shirt rode up in the back exposing his secret shame. 

Angie noticed at once and said out loud, “Sam? What the hell are you wearing?” 

Sam’s face turned beat red as he tried to stammer out an answer. It was Lamonte however who explained to Angie, “Well Angie this is kind of what we were trying to tell you earlier. You see your husband really needed our protection when the other prisoners found out about his crossdressing. It seems Sammy here likes to wear women’s clothing. I’m sorry you had to find out this way.” 

Sam was shocked and began to deny this ridiculous claim but Razor cut him off. “Yeah Angie we shared a cell with Sam and found out that first night when he stripped down for bed and we saw his panties. We knew we had to protect him or he’d get beaten and abused.” 

Angie was staring incredulously at her husband as he tried to explain his way out of the mess these black thugs had thrust him into. He was in tears as he told his wife how they had been the ones to abuse him right from the start. He left out all of the forced sexual activities trying to spare himself the humiliation but it was that oversight that allowed Lamonte to plant more doubt in Angie’s mind. 

Lamonte said, “Now wait a minute there Sam. The way I remember it you came on to us that first night. You said it was always a fantasy of yours to be a sissy bitch for a strong black man. You told us all about the sissy and cuckold porn on your computer and about the clothes you like to wear when crossdressing and playing with your little peter.” 

“That’s a lie!” Sam shouted, “They made me do it all. I’m not gay! I never wanted to touch them!” 

Realizing he’d said too much Sam stopped talking as Lamonte and Razor smiled evilly. Angie stared at her husband and said, “What do you mean by that? Touch whom exactly?” 

Sam couldn’t find his voice so Lamonte took the opportunity to bury the white boy deeper. He said to Angie, “Well sweetheart you see that’s the issue. Sammy here offered us an ultimatum when he said we could stay with you in your lovely home. He told us he wanted to live out his fantasy by being our sissy slave. I’m embarrassed to tell you this but we had no choice in the matter. We allowed your husband to play with and even suck our cocks both in jail and here in your home. I’m very sorry. Now that I’ve met you I’m deeply ashamed for allowing him to take advantage of us and of you in such a way.” 

Angie was crying as she looked at Sam with nothing but loathing and accusation in her eyes. It was clear she was falling for Lamonte’s lies so Sam stepped up and tried to explain the truth. 

“No Ang, you have to believe me. These two monsters forced me to do things. They made me jack them off, made me suck their dicks, Lamonte forced me to dress like a woman, everything from clothes to makeup to wigs. He’s been abusing me nonstop since you left. You have to believe me.” The white boy pleaded. 

Lamonte said, “Look Angie we can stand here all day arguing or you can just look at the proof. Take a look at his laptop, look in the box he’s hidden in his closet, hell take a look at the video I recorded on my phone for safe keeping. You’ll see how eager he was to drop to his knees.” 

Sam was stunned. Video? Laptop? And oh god the box of women’s clothing. What was happening here? 

Angie turned her back on Sam and walked into the dining room where his laptop sat on the dining table. As the machine powered up she stared holes in her husband's face while he stood there trying to find some explanation for Lamonte’s trickery. 

The porn folder was ridiculously easy to find. It sat on the desktop labeled ‘boring stuff’ and Angie cried out when she saw the contents. Folder after folder was filled with pictures of men in drag, men dressed like sissies sucking other men’s cocks, sissies being fucked, sissies licking women’s assholes with captions claiming their subservience to their wives and their black bulls, videos of ‘cuckold’ movies and sissies being abused by black men, and the stories. Hundreds of stories detailing white men’s submission to black men and their own white wives. It took nearly an hour just to skim over everything and Angie was a wreck when she finished. She quietly made her way up to the bedroom and looked through the box of clothing in Sam’s closet. Much to Sam’s surprise there were several butt plugs, dildos, and vibrators in the box he’d never seen before. This was all an elaborate setup by Lamonte and Sam had no way to prove the files on his laptop and these sex toys were not his at all. 

Then Angie watched the video on Lamonte’s phone and saw her husband, her man, her straight hubby sucking a black man’s cock. It was then that she fainted. 

When Angie woke up she found Lamonte sitting beside her on her bed stroking her hand gently. He helped her sit up and offered her a drink of water before kissing her gently on the forehead and saying, “I’m so very sorry you had to find out this way. I’m sorry you married a little wimp faggot like that and not a real man. You deserve a real man in your life and especially in your bed.” 

Angie smiled at the handsome black man and said, “Where is my husband now? I’m not sure I want to see him but I think we have a lot to talk about.” 

Lamonte had the grace to look embarrassed when he said, “Well here’s the thing. Sammy felt so bad about lying to you that he’s decided to come clean about everything and beg your forgiveness. I know I have no right to say anything but I think you should hear him out. He really does love you and just wants what’s best for you. Just prepare yourself cause this won’t be easy to see. Raze? Will you bring Sammy in here please?” 

Razor entered the bedroom holding the handle of a dog leash and at the other end of the chain with a pink dog collar around his neck was Sam. Sam was dressed in a pink chiffon, ruffled dress that ended just above his knees. A pair of white silk stockings fit his shapely legs up to his thighs while a pair of black mary janes adorned his dainty feet. He wore a curly blonde wig that resembled Shirley Temple with a large pink bow on the side of his head. His lips were painted a garish red color the likes of which even a two dollar whore wouldn’t wear and his eyes were shaded in bright blue. Simply put, he looked like an anime whore. What Angie couldn’t see was the pink training bra and matching pink panties. The panties covered Sam’s black and blue asscheeks as he’d taken quite a beating from his black masters to force him into dressing this way. The white boy knew better than to act out and stood humbly by as Lamonte told Angie more lies. 

Angie sat shocked by the sight before her as she listened to Lamonte explaining things to her. “You see Angie, this is who Sammy really is. Your husband is a sissy crossdresser who wants to be cuckolded and enslaved by you, his loving wife. He loves you very much but he has these needs that have to be filled. He wants to submit to men like me and Razor. He wants to submit to a strong willed woman like you. He wants to see you sexually satisfied by real men in ways he’s never been able to. I’m sorry to drop all this on you and I’d understand if you wanted to leave and never see Sammy again but I hope you’ll keep an open mind for the sake of your marriage.” 

Sam couldn’t believe his ears as Lamonte laid it on thicker as he went along. Angie was listening intently as she stared at her sissy husband in his frilly pink outfit. She was ashamed to say it but she found herself becoming aroused by the things this black stud was saying. She felt herself getting wet at the idea of controlling her husband but even more so at the thought of being sexually satisfied by a bigger, stronger, more muscular man like Lamonte. Angie had never thought of cheating on Sam before but now that she could see she had his approval the thought was enticing her. 

As Lamonte talked he continued to hold and stroke Angie’s hand and he slowly moved her hand into his lap without her noticing. He allowed her fingers to brush against his semi hard cock and felt her body stiffen next to him as she realized what this huge muscle really was. In an almost unconscious trance Angie began sliding her fingers along the length of Lamonte’s cock as the black man continued to tell her about her husband’s needs. 

Lamonte continued, “We were as surprised as you Angie. When Sammy told us what he had in mind we only wanted and needed a place to stay so we had little choice but to let him have his way with us. Now he’s suggesting that we stay here with you both and he lives as a sissy servant for the three of us. He also wanted you to, well I’m embarrassed to say this but, he wanted you to have sex with me or Razor or even both of us so you’d see what it was like to be fully satisfied. He only wants you to be happy.” 

Sam’s eyes flew open wide but he knew better than to object in any way as he’d been threatened into silence by the black men. So he kept quiet and his silence mistakenly led Angie to believe it signified consent. 

The white wife continued to stroke her fingers along Lamonte’s thick cock as she stared at her feminized hubby with growing distaste. At a silent signal from Lamonte Sam stepped forward and said, “Angie darling, I just want what’s best for you. I want you to be happy like me. I’ve found my bliss in serving superior black men and I want you to find your own happiness too. I think Lamonte and Razor could make you very happy in bed. I still want to be your husband but I think you deserve real men as your lovers.” Sam was in tears by the time he finished since every word was a lie invented by Lamonte. 

By now Lamonte’s cock was rock hard and Angie was not hiding the fact that she was stroking him off through his sweatpants. She looked at Sam and said, “Why don’t you go finish the laundry while I talk to Lamonte and Razor some more. I think I need some time alone with these guys don’t you sweetie?” 

Sam swallowed his tears and said, “Yes dear. You three enjoy yourselves and I’ll make sure your clothes are nice and clean.” With that the white boy left the room and stumbled to the laundry blinded by tears. 

Part 10 

A week had gone by and things had certainly changed in the home of Sam and Angie. Lamonte and Razor had moved in permanently and now shared the master bedroom with Angie while Sam, now called Sammi, had moved into the spare room. Sammi’s room had been remodeled in an array of frilly pink and white silk and satin. A feminine four poster bed with pink canopy sat in the center of the room, a makeup table sat near the far wall and a variety of stuffed animals lay scattered around the room. Posters of teen pop stars littered the walls and to anyone’s eye this looked like a cartoon version of a preteen girl’s room. It was humiliating beyond words but Sammi pretended to be overjoyed with it at the risk of punishment from one or both of his masters. 

Sam lived in misery every day as he was and always would be a straight man trapped in a crossdressing, sissy nightmare. He was trapped in every conceivable way with no way out. His life had become a series of constant humiliations as he was forced to live every day dressed as a sissy and serving his wife and her lovers as a live-in maid. Angie had taken to the new arrangement like a fish to water and was thrilled to be pampered by her white sissy hubby while being fucked daily by two muscular black gods. 

Poor Sammi listened in every night as Angie was ravaged by her lover's huge cocks. She cried out in ecstasy every night from her king sized bed. It was heaven for the white hot wife and she couldn’t believe what she’d been missing all those years. 

Lamonte and Razor were loving life. They had gone from criminals living in near poverty their entire lives to living in a mansion with a smoking hot white milf and her sissy hubby. They had all the sex they could ever want from the white couple and were living in the lap of luxury every waking moment. And tonight they got to show it all off to their friends. 

They were hosting a party to introduce Angie to their closest friends and Sammi would serve as their maid and later as the party’s entertainment. 

Sammi had been busy all day cleaning and preparing snacks for the party and was panicking at the thought of other people seeing him like this. He had no idea who was on the guestlist and spent the entire day shaking in humiliation and fear. 

Angie, Lamonte, and Razor on the other hand were spending the day by the pool soaking up the sun and enjoying fruity cocktails made by their sissy servant. Lamonte was constantly amused by the way Angie now treated her husband right down to the fact that she’d bought the sissy a proper French maid’s outfit. Sammi looked ridiculous as he scampered around in his little black ruffled dress, his pantied bottom on display under the way too short skirt. His thin legs were covered in black silk stockings held in place by a matching garter belt. He balanced on six inch high, black stiletto heels which made his pretty bottom stick out in a provocative manner. A pair of silicone breast forms filled his black bra and showed an amazing decolletage that looked strikingly real. His blonde wig was shoulder length and wavy and topped off with a frilly maid’s cap. His face was made up with a variety of colors to enhance his look as a bimbo sissy slut. 

Before long Angie and her lovers retired to the master bedroom to get ready for the party and Sammi busily went about setting out clothes for his superiors. He knew to make certain the black thugs and his beautiful wife looked their best for their guests. 

All too soon the doorbell rang and Sammi ran to answer it tottering on his too high heels. Angie, Lamonte, and Razor sat in the living room awaiting their guests while sipping glasses of wine. 

Upon opening the door Sammi was greeted with his worst nightmare. Standing before him in a group were the cops who’d arrested and mauled him, Derrick and Hank, who were standing in front of Sasha the fat pig who’d masturbated herself all over Sammi’s face. Behind the fat black woman stood Jasmine and Cherise, the women who’d schooled Sammi in makeup and hair. But the worst surprise was hidden at the back of the group. There stood Angie’s best friend Sally with Angie’s sister Deliah. Deliah and Sally were married and both hated Sam and had for years. They’d both begged Angie not to marry him and now they stood laughing themselves to tears at the sight of the demeaned and beaten down white boy before them. 

Sammi caught himself and invited the group into the house feeling his eyes fill with tears of absolute embarrassment. 

After the welcoming and introductions were made all around Sammi was sent off to fetch drinks for everyone. The group made themselves comfortable in the living room and chatted away as Sammi handed out drinks to the amusement of all involved. 

Sammi was terrified the entire night that he’d be forced to perform sexually for his wife and masters and was still surprised when after several hours of drinking, laughing, and chatting Lamonte clinked a fork against his glass and said, “Well everyone I’m glad you could all make it tonight. Angie, Razor and I have been dying to show off our new arrangement. As you can all see Sammi has finally decided to come out and live as his true self.” Everyone had a good laugh at this since most everyone knew Sam was being forced by his black bullies. 

Angie stepped forward and said, “We have decided to give our little sissy a gift tonight, something Lamonte assures me my dear husband wants more than anything. Tonight my hubby will be deflowered right here in front of you our dear friends. Lamonte has graciously agreed to take hubby’s virginity and make him a real sissy.” 

Sam broke down instantly and began begging his wife, “No Angie please don’t do this. I don’t want that at all. Please I’m not gay, I’m your husband. This is all a sick mistake. You have to believe me!” 

Angie smiled and said, “I know dear. I’ve known since that first night I came home. After spending a wonderful night fucking these real men I knew I’d never want anything to do with a tiny, clit dicked white boy like you again so Lamonte told me everything. Just because you were forced all along doesn’t change a thing though. You’re still my little cuckold sissy hubby and I want to make you happy tonight by seeing you take a real cock up your tiny brown eye.” 

Sam stepped forward to protest but Lamonte and Razor quickly subdued him and with the help of Hank and Derrick they soon had the sissy held down tightly, bent over the loveseat with his pretty bottom sticking up invitingly. 

Angie moved in and pulled her husband’s panties down with a flourish and laughed as she saw him tighten his cheeks in an effort to hide his rosebud. She then took out a tube of anal lube and began to prepare Sammi’s ass by slathering on a generous dollop of the cold gel. 

Sam was crying openly now and ruining his makeup but the gathered crowd simply laughed at the sissy’s torment loving the sight of a straight, white man being treated like a sissy whore. 

After she’d prepared her husband’s butthole, Angie knelt down in front of her lover and began to lick and suck his massive cock. Lamonte grinned as the white wife prepared him to fuck her husband and the crowd cheered him on as his massive cock grew to its full length. 

Angie’s sister and her wife were fondling each other and kissing as the scene before them turned them on. They loved to see their nemesis being humiliated in such a manner. Sasha and Hank were holding each other and smiling while Derrick moved up to Cherise and Jasmine. Everyone was getting hot watching the scene unfold and Razor had picked up a video camera to capture the scene for posterity. 

When he was fully hard Lamonte stepped up behind Sammi and waited as Angie greased up his pole with more lube. Sam cried out in terror as he felt the tip of the massive cock press against his most sacred opening. 

A collective gasp ran through the crowd as Lamonte pushed forward slowly. The head of his giant cock stretched open the little white man’s butt making the sissy shake and sob in pain. For several minutes Lamonte pushed his cockhead against the sissy’s asshole trying different angles to force the bulbous head inside. And then it happened so suddenly that even Sammi had no voice to mark the occasion. The huge cockhead popped inside the sissy’s asshole in an instant and the crowd went wild. 

Sam begged his wife, he begged the black man in his ass, he begged everyone in the crowd to please help him. He pleaded his case stating he was not gay and did not want this at all. He cried and wailed as Lamonte began to force more and more of his thick cock up Sam’s tight virgin passage. 

It took seemingly forever but after a few minutes Lamonte bottomed out in Sammi’s ass and he rested there for a moment allowing the sissy to get used to the intruder. Then Lamonte pulled back and began sawing in and out of Sammi’s asshole fucking the sissy harder and harder with each stroke. 

Angie was openly playing with her wet pussy as she watched her hubby get fucked by her lover. She saw that everyone in attendance was getting off in some way. Sasha and Hank had their hands down each other’s pants, Deliah and Sally were fingering each other while they smiled at Sammi’s torture. Cherise and 

Jasmine were making out with each other and Derrick had moved up in front of Sammi and was rubbing his cockhead across the sissy’s lips painting them with his precum as he jerked himself off in Sammi’s face. 

Lamonte had built up a powerful rhythm at this point and was fucking Angie’s wimp hubby for all he was worth. His thick cock was sliding across Sam’s prostate and causing feelings that the poor sissy was having trouble ignoring. His little clit sized penis was becoming erect and he felt himself getting aroused by the intruding cock. His humiliation was overwhelming and he cried openly. 

Being the wimpy sissy he was, Sam couldn’t last long at all with the constant manipulation of his back passage and within a few minutes he cried out as he spurted his meager, watery sissy load onto the arm of the loveseat. Angie laughed out loud at what a mess her sissy hubby truly was and the gathered gang of miscreants followed her in raucous laughter much to Sam’s complete degradation. The sissy collapsed on the loveseat as his master continued to assault his poor swollen asshole. 

After 40 minutes of constant fucking Lamonte finally got off with a roar as he filled Sammi’s bowels with hot cum. Sam couldn’t even fight back when Lamonte pulled his deflating cock from the sissy’s ass and moved around to have the white hubby lick him clean. Sam just accepted the filthy weapon into his mouth and suckled like a newborn calf. 

One by one all the others got off in pairs or by themselves and they all collapsed onto the furniture. Sammi was mumbling to himself and Angie moved in close to hear what her husband was saying. She smiled and held Sam’s hand as she listened to her sissy hubby whispering, “That was amazing. I never knew. I never knew it could be like that. Oh my god it was amazing.” 

Angie was thrilled to hear her husband finally come to grips with his situation knowing things would be so much easier around here with a more compliant sissy. Angie needed Lamonte and Razor in her bed but she also loved her husband and needed him to service her and her lovers. It was a beneficial situation for all as long as Sam accepted his role from now on. 

Lamonte and Razor smiled at their shared white wife and were happy to know they had tamed this white couple and made them their own. Life was going to only get better from here on out. Before the night was over a full blown orgy broke out with everyone using and abusing the sissy husband repeatedly. Sam knew this was to be his life now and settled into the knowledge that he was merely a servant in his own home. But he loved his wife and her happiness was all that mattered. 

THE END