The Cut! By Max Swan (74 Pages) (Patreon)

The Cut!

By Max Swan

(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. 

Disclaimer

This eBook contains adults only fantasy erotica. All characters involved in any sexual activity in this story are over eighteen years of age, and any similarities to real people or real life situations are purely coincidental and unintended. This eBook is 100% fiction, none of this ever happened. The themes of this story are fine for fantasy, but do not try this at home

Chapter 1

Brad Pitman scrunched up his face and then released it as he tries to remain calm. The female voice on the other end of the phone talked with a fit of hint anger as she again reiterated there are no appointments at her salon for several weeks. Brad is in a bit of a spot, as he’s getting married tomorrow, and his fiancée Britney Jones has been nagging him to get a haircut for a few weeks now. Brad is a chronic procrastinator, and now the wedding day looms large he’s finally trying to find somewhere for a haircut to be done. The only problem is every salon seems to be booked out, and the walks in places have long lines with eternal waiting.

“OK, then, thanks anyway,” Brad said in a bored tone and ended the call.

He’s sitting in a bar over on the west side where he had planned to meet his best man Rico Rodriguez for a few drinks. As Brad scans Google on his phone for more places to call, Rico arrives dressed in expensive jeans, Nike’s, a black tank top with some gold chains. The tall, muscular, Latino man slaps Brad on the back as he arrives.

“Hey, Homie, wassup?” he asks as he sits.

“Hey, man, just trying to find a place I can get my haircut,” Brad said, then sighs heavily, “Seems every place in the city is booked out for some reason.”

Rico snorts derisively. “Shiite, there’s some big race meeting in town this weekend and probably several hundred weddings, including yours, so whatcha expect homie?”

Brad signals the bartender, a busty redheaded woman. “Two more...” he said, indicating his beer. The woman nods and gets two and puts one in front of Brad and the other in front of Rico, who takes a swig immediately. “I just thought getting a stupid haircut wouldn’t be such a pain in the ass, Rico,” Brad said before swigging his own beer bottle.

“You always leave shit to the last minute, Homie, and then bitch and moan that you can’t get it done.” Rico laughed, and said, “As Brit would say: ‘It’s classic Brad.’” Brit is the familiar term Brad’s fiancée uses with her friends instead of Britney.

‘Brit is gonna kill me,” Brad said with a grimace. “I suppose I could buy some electric hair shears and do it myself.”

“Jesus, man, she surely would kill you if you turn up with a fuckin; buzz cut...”

“What do I do then?”

Rico thought for a moment and said, “I have an idea.”

“Anything, please...” Brad said, staring wide-eyed at Rico.

“I know this homie from school who became a barber,” Rico said. “He was a good one too, and I heard recently he has a barbershop on the west side of town. I could give him a call and see if he can do me a solid and fit you in.”

Brad swallows. “The west side, you mean in the black part of town?”

Rico shrugs. “So? I take it you’re desperate at this point, so you go to DJ’s barbershop, and he’ll fix you up. It’s either that or Brit kicks your ass for spoiling her wedding photos.”

Brad knows his fiancée is perfectly capable of kicking his ass too. At five-foot-seven, Brad is on the shorter side even though he’s wiry and muscular. Britney towers over him with her blonde hair and DD-cups at six-foot. He always liked the tall, leggy women, and Britney certainly fits that description. Brad sighs, he knows he has no choice, Rico was right, the groom is desperate to get it done even if it’s just so he can avoid Britney saying, ‘I told you so...’

Brad sighs. “OK, if you can get me in, I’ll be very grateful,” he said and took another swig of beer.

Rico pulls out his phone and spends a moment scrolling through his contacts then makes a call. “DJ? Hey, DJ, it’s ya old Homie, Rico Rodriguez, how ya doin’, Dawg?”

*****

Brad doesn’t waste any time and soon finds himself driving through the infamous black neighborhood famous for its gangs and crime, not usually a place he would go for anything. It’s not that Brad is racist, he’s just a bit of a wimp when it comes to dealing with more powerful men. It’s always been an issue for Brad, his older brother Kyle always said he had ‘small man syndrome,’ and he took that to be a reference to his height. The GPS in the car pings, letting him know his destination is coming up, and sure enough, there’s the sign above a standard looking shop front that says ‘DJ’s.’ After parking his car, Brad goes to the shop and opens the door, and immediately the smell of pot and incense hits him.

Inside is your typical barbershop, four chairs facing some shelves with a large mirror. The floor is black and white squares and somewhat cracked and dirty. The shelves under the mirror have an assortment of hair cutting equipment, lotions, shaving cream, razors, towels, and smocks. The wall behind has a seating area where three rather large black men are sitting smoking weed. There’s some kind of hip-hop playing, a performer Brad doesn’t know as he only listens to country and western music. As Brad enters, taking in the relaxed ambiance of the place, a black man smiles, elbows another who gazes up at him

“Hey, Deej, just when I felt hungry, someone sent us a cracker,” the black man said with a smile bordering on a leer.

“Keep it in your pants, Razor,” the other black man said, “I think this is Rico’s boi.” Then to brad, he yells, “Are you the dude lookin’ for a haircut?”

“Um yeah, my friend arranged it, Rico Rodriguez arranged it,” Brad said, feeling his mouth go dry and an empty feeling at the pit of his stomach. “Are y-you DJ?”

The black man stands, he’s tall easily six foot five, and solid muscle, he smiles a set of perfect white teeth. “Yeah, I’m him, come in, and we’ll take care of your little problem,” he said casually.

Suddenly, Brad goes pale, and beads of sweat appear on his upper lip. DJ is an intimidating alpha male, just the type Brad fears. “I-I...Ahhh...Maybe I...” he stammers.

“Ain’t you getting married this weekend, Dawg?” DJ asks with a raised eyebrow. Brad nods numbly, then wiping his forehead with his sleeve. “Well, you ain’t gonna find anyone else to cut your hair by then, so sit down, Dawg.”

DJ points to one of the barber chairs, and Brad walks to it with heavy footsteps and a rolling stomach. Something about DJ and Razor is making him act like a wimp, Brad’s typical response to strong men. He sits, and DJ throws the smock over him and does it up.

“So what you after, Dawg?” he asks, as he stuffs some tissue paper under the collar of the smock.

“Um...Keep the style I have just take a few inches off, thanks,” Brad said in a soft, almost feminine voice.

‘God, what’s wrong with me,’ Brad thought. ‘Why do men like this always make me nervous?’

Razor suddenly stands, he’s about the same height at DJ but much bigger, a real linebacker. He saunters over to Brad with a mischievous smile on his face and a blunt in his fingers. “So who is this woman you talked into marrying, little man?” he asks.

“Her name is Britney,” Brad said, watching Razor in the mirror.

“Is she hot?” Brad nods, and Razor said, “Aw, I don’t believe you. Prove it...”

“What?”

“You gotta picture of her, don’t ya,” Razor urges. “Show me, I wanna see just how hot she is.” Brad hesitates, and the big man holds out his hand. “C’mon show me...”

The smaller white man pulls out his phone and activates the screen, after pressing his thumb to it to open it; he looks through his gallery and finds a picture of Britney in a bikini showing off her assets. As he hands the phone to Razor, Brad wonders why he chose this particular photo, as there were others more conservative and some he’d never show someone like Razor.

‘Maybe if he sees just how she is, he’ll respect me,’ Brad thought.

DJ starts cutting Brad’s hair as Razor stares at the photo of Britney on the phone.

“Jesus, dude, you’re wife is fucking hot,” Razor shouts wide- eyed then shows DJ the picture. “Check her out, Deej, I’d love to smoke my meat in her...”

DJ chuckled. “Congratulations, Dawg,” he said to Brad. “You’re a lucky man, that’s a damn fine ‘PAWG’ you got there. You must be packin’ to keep a hottie like that happy.”

Suddenly, Razor starts flicking through Brad’s phone, which makes him jump. DJ grabs his shoulders and holds him there.

“Hey, give me back my phone...” Brad whines. “I didn’t give you permission to do that.”

“Just relax,” DJ said with a growl. “You keep jumpin’ round I’ll mess up your haircut.”

Razor finds some topless shots showing Britney’s considerable breasts in all their glory with her beautiful pink nipples erect and ready. “DAMMMMMMM, those titties are magnificent,” Razor squeals.

“Stop...” Brad said, weakly.

“Stop or what?” Razor asks with a glint of menace in his eyes, making Brad grimace and glance away. “That’s what I thought...What else you got in here, I wanna see some pussy.”

Brad is shaking as he watches razor in the mirror look through the galleries on his phone, praying the big black man grows bored and gives up before finding some pictures he’d rather keep private. Suddenly, Razor bursts out laughing, almost dropping the phone in the process as he bends with hilarity.

“What?” DJ asks his friend.

Brad’s face turns red as he knows what Razor has found. One drunken night he did it to send to Brit, but he forgot to delete the photos after. It’s dick pics. Razor holds the phone up so DJ can see what is so funny. The athletic barber stops and takes it, staring at it and then at Brad in the mirror. A smirk breaks out on his face.

“Dude, is that your dick?” DJ asks.

Brad bows his head, and his body collapses on itself in the chair. His face flushes so severely he can feel his ears burning with heat. This is not what he wanted, not with two strong men like DJ and Razor. “Please, give me my phone back...” Brad almost whimpers.

“Ha-ha, that’s what I call a small ass white dick,” Razor said, staring at the photo again and then swiping to another. “That thing is barely four inches, dude, and it’s so thin...Fuck, it’s a real- life pencil dick...” he bursts out laughing.

Brad is pouting now. “It’s four and a half inches, which is in the average range,” he said like an insolent teen girl.

This only makes Razor and DJ laugh even harder, as while that might be in the average range, the girth of Brad’s dicklette certainly is well below it.

“Omigod, dude, it’s like a Slim Jim,” Razor said, making both black men laugh loudly.

DJ gazes at the photo again, and said, “I see your problem, Slim Jim. It’s all that hair you got down there. If you shave it off, your dick will look bigger. It might even impress your woman on your wedding night. Women like the smooth look these days.”

“I don’t see how this dick could impress a woman like your fiancée, are you rich or something?” Razor asks.

“Um, what?” brad said wide-eyed.

“I’m just trying to figure out why she wants to marry a man like you, that’s all.”

Brad gasps and his eyes bulge. “Cos she loves me,” he said.

The men laugh. “She doesn’t love your dicklette, that’s for sure,” Razor said with a smirk.

“You really should get rid of your hair there,” DJ persists. “Your woman will appreciate it.”

“Do you really think so?”

DJ has been cutting Brad’s hair all this time and grabs the electric hair shears to tidy the back. As he starts cutting, he says, “Yeah, Slim Jim, women find that shit sexy, I promise you. Razor, show him how it looks.”

Suddenly, Razor steps beside Brad and pulls his pants down, exposing the biggest cock the white man has ever seen outside porn. The big black cock looks nine inches long soft, and very thick. His balls hang low and heavy, and sure enough, there’s not one hair anywhere. Razor’s genitals are as smooth as a baby is, but that’s where the comparison ends. Brad gulps, staring at the enormous black meat wide-eyed, feeling his stomach flutter and dicklette tingle. DJ and Razor glance at each other with knowing eyes. They’ve got ‘Slim Jim’ all worked out now, and as Brad stares at the cock, DJ cuts a ‘spade’ outline (the playing card symbol) on the back of the white man’s head. They laugh once the spades complete, and Razor puts his cock away while Brad finds he feels disappointed he can no longer see such a marvelous sight.

“See, women find that bald dick shit sexy, so what you say?” DJ said with Razor nodding.

“Do it for your wife,” Razor adds.

“Well, OK, but it’s a little late to organize a body wax, isn’t it?” Brad said.

“Nah, there’s a salon a few shops down,” DJ said. “I’m banging the woman who owns it; she’ll get you in right now, for me.”

“I don’t wanna impose...”

“Nah, it’s aiight, I’ll call her...” DJ is soon on his phone, and sure enough, the salon agrees to take him straight away.

*****

They bustle brad out of the barbershop, not really giving him a chance to inspect the final haircut and the ‘spade’ outlined on the back of his head. DJ locks the barbershop as Razor hustles the short white man down the street to another shop called ‘Eternal Beauty,’ a salon for women to get everything from nails, body waxes to hairstyling and more. Razor shoves Brad through the door as all the women inside turn to stare at the ridiculous sight.

“Where’s Tanisha?” Razor shouts, “We got us a waxing emergency here.”

A disinterested slim black woman glances at Brad and then said, “She’s outback in the waxing room waiting for you.”

Razor pushes Brad past the woman and to a hallway. DJ enters, and the black woman said warmly while fluttering her eyes, “Hi, Deej, how are you?”

“I’m good Marcia, how are you?” DJ said, going past. “All the better for seeing you,” Marcia said.

*****

Razor ushers Brad into a room, tells him to strip to his underpants, and lay on what looked like a massage table. Two busty black females then enter the room.

“Hi, Brad, I’m Tanisha, I’ll be attending to your waxing. This is my assistant, Alice,” she said.

“Hi,” is all Brad can muster over his thoughts of dread.

“So you’re DJ’s latest project, eh?” then gazing at the two black men, she said, “What are you two up to this time?”

DJ smiled. “Nothing, honey, Slim Jim here is getting married tomorrow, and we’re helping him be his best for his sexy bride,” he said.

Tanisha rolled her eyes, she knows DJ to well to fall for his bull, but a rich white guy like this is easy pay for the salon. They’ll charge him double what they do their regular clientele. “We’ll begin by doing your limbs,” Tanisha said to a shaking Brad. “It’ll hurt a little, but since you’re not overly hairy, you should be fine. If you want us to stop for a break, just say. OK, any questions?”

Brad shakes his head. Tanisha and Alice seem efficient at waxing; their technique shows they have done it many times before. As one applied the hot wax, the other would put a strip over it and remove it quickly with what Brad assumes is all his hair and skin. The waxing hurt sometimes but felt OK at other times. When they finished the back of his legs, Brad span over, and they did the front. They attacked his arms and hands in the same manner, the worst part being his armpits that had thicker hair.

As they finished his limbs, Marcia came in with some coffee and biscuits, time for a break. She put the tray on a side table, and DJ and Razor helped themselves. They all chatted for a while ignoring Brad on the waxing table until eventually, the women started again. They had all his chest and stomach hair off quickly, so Brad rolls over and they repeat the process on his back.

“OK, are you ready?” Tanisha asks Brad.

He nods, and she gently pulls his underpants down and takes them off, throwing them on a chair with his other clothes. The black women start waxing his butt cheeks, and to his horror inside his ass and taint as well. ‘This place is thorough,’ Brad thought. Then she told Brad to roll over, and finally, his small dick revealed in all its glory. Tanisha and Alice stare at it for several minutes wide-eyed.

“Now I see why you call him Slim Jim,” Alice said with a smirk.

The two black men start laughing. “Dang, Slim Jim, it looks even smaller in person,” Razor shouts.

Tanisha gazes at the black men with a raised eyebrow and points to Brad’s small soft dick barely an inch long. “What woman in her right mind would marry that?” Tanisha said to the men, ignoring Brad.

“Maybe sex isn’t important to her,” Alice offers.

“Or she ain’t ever had a proper cock fuck her,” Razor said with a grin. “Most white guys are small and useless like that.”

“Yeah, his poor fiancée probably doesn’t know any better...” DJ said, nodding.

“Hey, I am lying here...” Brad said in a whiny, weak voice.

“Oh, shut up, Slim Jim,” Tanisha said coldly. “Little boi’s should be seen but not heard. OK, now this next bit will hurt you more than it does me.”

Brad shakes his head with a grimace. “I believe you,” he said sarcastically.

Tanisha begins pillaging the pubic hair around his groin. His balls were the worst part, as she stretched them and it felt as if she tore them off.

“OK, finished,” she finally declares.

Brad sits up wondering if he still has a dick, and stares at his now bald genitals thinking he’s looking at a kid’s dick for a moment. Tanisha must’ve noticed his shock.

“I bet you thought shaving that hair would make it look bigger,” she said. “Well, now, you know the truth. It makes your dick look like a toddler’s pee-pee. I pity the poor biatch who wants to marry that. Get dressed, I don’t wanna look at it anymore, it’s making me feel sick.” 

Brad slides off the table and goes to where his clothes were to find them gone.

“What the fuck, where are my clothes?” he said wide-eyed.

Chapter 2

They all turn to the chair where Brad’s clothes were, and sure enough, they’re gone.

“Shiite,” Razor said as a sigh.

“Who, the fuck, took those clothes? We were standing here the whole time,” DJ said, scratching his head.

Tanisha scowled. “I don’t care, I got customers coming I don’t want this naked ass, shrimp dick cracker here any longer,” she said coldly, “and I better get my money, or there’ll be hell to pay.”

DJ raised his hand to appease her as Razor digs out his wallet. “Don’t worry, woman, we got you covered,” he said, and Razor hands her a wad of cash. “Have you got anything Slim Jim can wear back to my shop, he can’t go out like this.”

She narrows her eyes. “Hmmm, shrimp dick ain’t gonna like it,” she said with a sly grin.

Brad said with some desperation, “Please, this whole thing has been humiliating enough as it is, you gotta help me.”

Tanisha smirks and leaves the room. She soon returns with a bag. “Marcia has agreed to sell you these; she was gonna change into them tonight, but seeing as you’re desperate...” Tanisha digs into the bag, and the first thing she pulls out is a pink g-string with ‘Hot Stuff’ written on the front. “Put this on...”

Brad takes the g-string and examines it with a grimace. “This is ladies underwear,” he said softly, feeling his face glow.

Tanisha glanced at his tiny dick and said, “Well, honey, you ain’t no man that’s for sure, so seems kinda appropriate for you.”

“The sooner you do it, the quicker we can get outta here,” DJ said, urging Brad on.

The short white man sighs and puts the g-string on, ignoring how nice they felt on his dick. Then Tanisha pulls out a suspender belt set with some thigh-high sheer black stockings and hands them to Brad.

“Surely, I don’t need to wear this just to walk up the street to the barbershop,” he asks glancing at DJ.

“Do as you’re told, or I’ll have to spank your ass,” Tanisha said.

With some help, Brad gets the suspender belt and stockings in place. Then she hands him a pink bra, the same color as the g- string panties. Brad turns to question why he needs to wear a bra when he doesn’t even have breasts, but the looks on the three faces confronting him said it was pointless to argue. Therefore, he puts the bra on, and Tanisha clicks it up at the back. Then to his surprise, she stuffs the C-cups with tissues to make it appear as if he has breasts. The woman steps back and checks out her handiwork so far.

“Hmmmm, you’re actually gonna look good as a woman, but you need makeup,” she said. Tanisha leaves the room and returns with a small kit. “Sit on that chair,” she said pointing to one in the corner of the room. It takes about ten minutes for her to put a light covering of makeup over Brad’s face with bright red lips and a bluish eyeshadow. The makeup really softens any traces of masculinity in Brad’s face and the two black men watch with hungry eyes.

“OK, that’s enough, stand, and I’ll give you the next article of clothing,” Tanisha barks.

Brad stands, and she pulls from the bag a red sleeveless dress and helps Brad into it, zipping the garment at the back when it’s on. Then she gives him some black stiletto’s to wear and the man puts them on.

“Damn, Slim Jim, you look hot in that shit,” Razor said wide- eyed.

“He still needs a few more touches if we’re gonna pull this off,” Tanisha said.

First, she puts on some clip-on earrings with costume jewelry fake diamonds on it. Second, Tanisha pulls out a blonde wig and starts to place it on Brad’s head. After it’s over, she steps back and checks the transformed man out.

Nodding with a satisfied smirk, Tanisha said, “Yep, you shrimp dick white boi’s always dress up nicely as a woman,” she said. Turning to DJ, she said, “OK, you owe me five hundred for all this...”

DJ gasps. “Five hundred?” he groans.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure your sissy here is good for it,” she said. Then with a smirk adds, “Or you could sell his ass down on fifth street, he’d probably make it back in an hour.” DJ digs his wallet out and hands her five bills, which Tanisha stuffs down her blouse into her bra. “OK, get this cracker outta my salon...” The woman leaves the room with one last satisfied glance at the transformed Brad.

“C’mon, Slim Jim, we gotta go,” DJ said.

Razor suddenly stops DJ. “We can’t call her ‘Slim Jim’ dressed like this,” he said.

DJ nods. “OK, Slim Jim, what’s your momma’s name?”

Brad clears his throat; he knows where this is going but seems powerless to stop it. “Her name was, ah, Cherry,” he felt his cheeks burn.

“Cherry? That’s perfect,” DJ said with Razor nodding. “C’mon, Miss Cherry, we gotta go before Tanisha loses her shit good and proper.”

Brad feels a shiver run through his body. He has to go out in public dressed like this, escorted by two big black men. The white man takes a few steps and finds it difficult in the stilettos, but perseveres and soon has his balance. In fact, he quickly walks with someone who’s been wearing stilettos for years. Up the corridor, and they go through the salon again. Everyone stares at Brad, as they all know what’s happened thanks to Tanisha.

“Wiggle that ass, honey,” an old woman shouts as Brad passes by. “You gotta sell it.”

The salon breaks into laughter and Brad’s face goes bright red. There are some mock wolf whistles as he passes through the front door, the mocking laughter echoing in his soul.

*****

He feels comfortable on the street as the people mostly ignore him except for several black men who ogle him as if he’s the main course at a buffet. Razor notices too and laughs as he and DJ follow behind Brad.

“Our Miss Cherry is a real head-turner,” he said to DJ seeing another guy scoping out her butt.

“Can you believe how hot he...SHE...looks?” DJ whispers to his friend.

“My cock is certainly on alert, but it’s a dude...”

“You heard Tanisha, with a clit for a dick he ain’t really a man, right?”

Razor nods.

DJ said, “And Miss Cherry owes us a lot of money already. She’s gonna need cab fare too, to get across town, and that ain’t cheap.”

Razor frowns, and asks, “So what you saying?”

DJ leans closer to his friend, and whispers, “I’m saying we should tap that ass before she leaves.”

Razor gasps, but the effect Miss Cherry is having on him is undeniable. “OK, as long as she stays dressed in those clothes, I’m in,” he said with a nod. “Damn, I’d love to tap that fiancée too, maybe we could do both?”

“That sounds like a plan,” DJ said, nodding. “You still got his phone, right?”

“Um, yeah, so what?”

DJ smiles with mischievous eyes. “Give it over, I got an idea.” *****

Brad, AKA ‘Miss Cherry,’ is standing outside the barbershop as the two big black men catch up. He honestly thought having to dress as a woman to come back would’ve been even more humiliating than what he went through at the salon, yet somehow, being dressed like this and having men stare hungrily at him has aroused Brad. His dick is tingly and semi-erect already, and Brad can feel a wet stickiness there indicating pre-cum is flowing. ‘What’s wrong with you,’ Brad wonders? ‘You’re getting married tomorrow to a beautiful woman, you’re not like this.’

A huge black man walks by, takes in Miss Cherry’s appearance, and says, “Damn, woman, that’s a fine piece of ass you got there.”

Brad blushes and turns away, feeling his little dick spurt more pre-cum from the compliment. ‘Stop it, Brad,’ he scolds himself internally. ‘You’re a man, regardless of what these people say, try to act like one.’ The ludicrousness of that thought never really struck Brad. To act like a man while dressed as a woman was just too ironic for his befuddled brain to process at that moment. So many confusing feelings are pulsating through his body right now. Then DJ and Razor arrive amused at Brad’s evident inner struggle.

“I hope you guys have some clothes I can change into,” Brad said then sighs. “This is just not me,” he added, indicating the female attire adorning his short frame.

Razor laughs and points at a small bulge in Brad’s groin, an obvious little boner. “I don’t think your clit agrees,” he said. “I think you like this a lot.”

“No, no...I-I...” Brad stammers, covering his groin with his hands.

DJ pushes passed and unlocks the front door to his shop then pushes the door open. “Come inside, we got business to conclude,” he said. Grabbing Brad by the hand, DJ pulls the man inside, and Razor follows. He turns to face Brad with a smirk plastered all over his face. “You owe us a lot of money, Miss Cherry,” DJ said, his face changing to a frown and cold eyes.

“It’s not my fault someone stole my things,” Brad said weakly. “If you get me home, I promise I’ll pay you back everything.” Razor suddenly puts his hand on Brad’s butt and squeezes making him jump. “We thought we needed a down payment now. Consider it a show of good faith on your part.”

“But I have no money,” Brad shouts.

“We ain’t talking about money,” DJ said, his smirk returning. “Then, what?” Brad asks wide-eyed. He really has no clue. “You can provide us with some services, and we’ll take that off

what you owe us,” Razor said rubbing his hand over Brad’s butt again.

“Services...” Suddenly, the penny drops, and Brad gasps loudly. “Just hang on a minute, I’m not a fag.”

“No, you’re a small dick sissy bitch,” DJ corrected, “and that means you have to submit to big cocks. It ain’t about being a fag, Miss Cherry; it’s about being what you really are.”

“B-But...I’m...”

Suddenly, DJ’s pants open and huge black cock and balls appear, it’s at least eight inches soft, circumcised, and so chocolaty good it shines. The man has no qualms flopping it all out in his barbershop and anyone going past the front window could gaze inside and see an attractive white woman staring at it with wide eyes. Brad is almost panting as Razor continues to rub his butt, then the man runs a hand up his dress and starts to tweak on the Brads skinny four and a half-inch boner.

“I think she likes it,” Razor said to DJ with a smile. “Her clit is as hard as can be, and she’s wetter than the sea in these panties.”

Brad feels faint, he can’t take his eyes off DJ’s huge cock and balls, and his legs tremble with passion as Razors big fingers fondle his tiny dick and balls. A mixture of feeling rushes through his body. Brad’s face flushes so badly his cheeks burn, and an uncontrollable moan escapes between hitching breaths. Yet, a sense of lust also grows; a spark has inflamed his heart with something he has never even considered possible before. As that big black cock stands there, the urge to taste it and suck it is growing stronger by the moment, pushing aside his shame and humiliation.

Seeing his shaft spring out of his pants in its full glory, Brad’s immediately frozen in place. DJ’s cock is soon hard and seems to be about ten inches now and very thick, and the black man is rock hard. Around the base and DJ’s balls are smooth, totally shaved. Razor pushes Brad to his knees, so he’s staring at DJ’s cock as the man stands over him stroking.

‘Omigod, it’s so big,’ Brad thought.

“Have you ever sucked a cock before, bitch?” DJ suddenly growls.

“No, sir,” Brad said, shaking his head, still staring wide-eyed at the black man’s cock as its mere inches from his face.

“Well, today is your lucky day, isn’t it bitch?”

DJ’s tone makes it clear this is not a question.

“Please, sir,” Brad meekly said, “Don’t...don’t make me swallow

your cum. I’ve never done it before.”

The black man seems to hesitate for a moment before replying.

“OK, but you’ll take it on your face and wear it home.”

Brad silently leans forward until the tip of DJ’s cock is less than

an inch from his mouth. Gazing up at the black man and locking eyes, Brad opens his mouth, sticks out his tongue and runs it along the length of the meaty shaft. DJ sighs and closes his eyes, putting a hand onto Brad’s head. He let his own head loll back as the sissy boy goes to work.

Brad slowly traces the tip of his tongue underneath DJ’s cock, starting at the base and drawing it along the full length, coming to a stop just before the tip. Shifting his weight, so he’s kneeling right between the man’s legs, he starts to run his tongue over the large balls, savoring the slight musky taste. Licking every inch of his sack, Brad opens his mouth wider and pulls both balls right into his mouth and starts to suck. He can hear DJ’s moans grow louder and deeper.

“Miss Cherry is a natural cocksucker, Deej,” Razor said, pulling his cock out and stroking it as he watches.

“Sissy bitches usually are...” DJ said, watching Brad bob on his cock like a real whore.

Not wanting this to be over too soon, Brad pushes the black man’s smooth balls out of his mouth, running his tongue over every inch at the same time. Returning his attention to the shaft,

Brad starts tracing his tongue from the base toward the end. He lets his tongue dance along the tip of DJ’s large cock before opening his mouth and sliding it in. Forcing himself forward until he cannot fit anymore in, Brad begins rocking back and forth, picking up the pace as the big cock slides in and out of his eager mouth.

It isn’t long before DJ starts to tense, and Brad can tell the black man is getting close. Looking up, Brad locks eyes with DJ starting down at him. Still bobbing back and forth on the man’s cock, Brad gives DJ the most pleading expression he can muster. That’s all it takes. DJ suddenly grabs his cock at the base and starts vigorously jerking it off. Brad pulls back, closes his mouth and clenches his eyes bracing for the explosion.

The first shot of semen blasts out and hits Brad straight across the face. This follows immediately by a second and a third, each one painting a new line across the sissy boy’s nose and mouth. Brad keeps his lips tightly pressed together all the while, feeling DJ’s sperm run down his face and collect near his mouth. Then Brad feels something else against his lips.

With a rush of excitement, DJ has presses the tip of his cockhead against Brad’s lips and is still ejaculating. Brad can feel the powerful spurts shooting against his pursed lips trying to push inside. Still keeping his eyes closed, Brad relaxes his jaw and lets DJ force his cockhead into his mouth. The moment the tip of his cock passes those lips Brad knows the black man is far from finished. Semen shoots straight to the back of his throat, giving the sissy his first-ever taste of warm salty sperm. Another and another follow this, and within seconds, Brad’s mouth fills with semen. He starts desperately swallowing, trying to get every drop. Finally, DJ shoots his last wad into the sissy and with a deep groan, pulls from Brad’s mouth, causing semen to spill across his chin.

Before Brad can catch his breath, Razor is stuffing his cock into the cum-filled mouth. Razor is a bit smaller than DJ, but still enormous compared to Brad’s pathetic excuse for a dick.

“Suck it, Bitch,” Razor moans. “Show me what you got.”

The sissy hums slightly on Razor’s cock as he dutifully moves up and down. Razor gazes down with a raised eyebrow. He holds the sides of Brad’s head gently and runs his hands through his hair as the sissy works his way toward the base. Brad’s determined to get him all the way down. Luckily, as his cock is now awash in his saliva and DJ’s cum, it moves quickly across his tongue and into his throat. The sissy increases his momentum and suctioning. He feels Razor give him a little push downward and suddenly, his lips were nestled in the black man’s pubic bush. Brad has just deep throated an eight and a half inch cock. The sissy continues to breathe through his nose as he savors this achievement. Brad’s eyes shift to gaze up at Razor, whose eyes glazed over. Apparently, Brad is a natural born cocksucker, the evidence written on Razor’s happy face.

The black man’s soon holding Brad’s head and face fucking the sissy cocksucker. Brad’s blonde wig falls to the floor, but they don’t stop as Razor treats the sissies mouth as if a cunt he wanted to fuck hard.

“OHG...OHG...OHG...” Brad grunts as eight and a half inches of thick black cock rams balls deep down his throat.

“Oh, yeah, Bitch, take that cock like the whore you are...” Razor moans.

Those big hairy balls are slapping into brad’s neck, he feels overwhelmed by the cock using his mouth and throat. It’s almost as if his only purpose in life at this moment is to serve alpha cock and this makes him feel happy for some reason. Just then, Brad feels an orgasm rush through his body, and his little skinny dick squirts out several small gushes of semen to soak his panties further. The funny thing is, no one was touching his clitty dick, it climaxed by itself and it was the best orgasm Brad has ever had. He had his first ‘sissygasm,’ and he loved it.

Brad withdraws the spit-covered cock from his mouth and sees the rivulets of pre-cum and saliva bead off it. The sissy hungrily gobbles him up again and continues his quest for sperm. He quickened his pace making sure to run his mouth under the ridge of the black cock on the way up and then tightened his lips on the way down. Razor seems to like this, and Brad can tell he’s getting close to climaxing.

“This is so good, you sissy bitches always give the best head,” Razor said.

“Mmmm...Hmmmm,” is all Brad can mouth as there isn’t much room in his mouth.

This large, wide, throbbing black cock is jammed in Brad’s mouth and throat. Razor brings his hands to the back of Brad’s head and applied pressure to get him all the way down on his cock again. The sissy relaxes his throat and breathes through his nose. Once he does that, Brad’s able to get the cock all the way down consistently again. He liked how the pubes tickled his lips when he went all the way to the base of the big cock. This seemed to be especially pleasurable for Razor. He continues bobbing on the cock, determined to make it ejaculate, which proved to be a few seconds away.

Soon, Razor moans, “Oh, fuck, I'm gonna shoot.” The big black man yells as he unloads deep into Brad’s throat. “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...”

The sissy continues bobbing, but Razor holds his head tight, probably to keep him on it. The black man happily uncorks a strong orgasm into the sissies esophagus and the semen goes down nicely. After razor pushes Brad off his cock, the sissy bends and starts licking the man’s hairy black balls and tasting his musky maleness. Razor seems to be enjoying it and so was Brad until he heard a familiar female voice scream at him from behind.

“BRAAAAAAAAAAAAD...” It’s Britney, his fiancée.

Chapter 3

Brad’s head snaps back, and he turns, semen still dripping off his face to see his beautiful fiancée Britney standing in the door of the barbershop staring at him, gripping the sides of her head in her hands. To add to Brad’s shame, about a dozen men and women are standing at the shop window. They watched everything and now some are laughing at the drama of the sissy man caught by his woman doing unspeakable acts in public. Phones are pointing at them, capturing everything. DJ and Razor still have their cock and balls out, unconcerned everyone is videoing them. They have nothing to be ashamed of, that’s for sure.

“BRITNEY,” Brad squeals in a high-pitch voice, his eyes bulging and body shaking. Realizing what he must look like— dressed as a woman and cum all over his face—Brad gets to his feet as quickly as the stilettos allow. Britney is shaking her head, and despite his semen covering, she steps forward and slaps his face hard, making his head shoot sideways.

“Ooooooooo...” the crowd of onlookers groaned as Brad nearly falls from the force of the blow.

“HOW DARE YOU...WE’RE GETTING MARRIED TOMORROW...YOU...YOU FREAK...” Britney screams, her face going red.

“Please...I can explain...” Brad said pitifully, rubbing his cheek.

“Calm down, Bitch,” DJ said with a cold glint in his eye. “Cherry here owes us a lot of money, and she was just working off her debt.”

“CHERRY...CHERRY?” Britney said, glancing from Brad to DJ. Then her eyes take in his enormous cock and balls and she gasps. It’s not every day you see one that big in the flesh. Turning to Brad, she said, “How come you owe these thugs money, CHERRY?”

“I-I...” Brad stammers.

“Hang on, your mom’s name is Cherry...Omigod, you’re a goddamn freak.”

Britney is about to hit Brad again, the short white wimp cowers, but Razor steps forward and grabs her hand making the tall, sexy blonde gaze up at him with a sneer.

“Stop damaging the goods, bitch,” he said with a scowl. “We ain’t finished collecting our money yet.”

She pulls her hand free of his grip, takes a look at his now eight and a half inch boner and asks, “Tell me how much he owes, I’ll pay you now.”

DJ said, “Oh, no, it ain’t that easy, bitch,” he said. “We want payment in pussy and ass now you gone come here and made a scene.”

“What are you talking about?” Britney said aghast. “Brad doesn’t have a pussy, he’s a man.”

Razor laughs, lifting Brad’s dress and pulling his cum soaked panties down to expose his still hard pencil dick. The crowd outside burst out laughing as Razor spins Brad to show them too.

“Cherry ain’t no man, bitch, and you know it,” DJ said with a jutting chin. “He ain’t got any cock; he’s just got a little sissy clit. Razor, stand next to him to show Britney what a real cock looks like next to that clitty.” The comparison is stark, a small white straw of meat next to a large brown chocolate log. “So, if you don’t pay us with some pussy and ass, we’re gonna take Cherry here and make her work the streets as a whore until she pays back every dime she owes.”

Britney gasps. “You can’t do that...”

Razor shouts to the crowd outside, “Hey, anyone here wants a blowjob from Miss Cherry, only one dollar a go, no condom required, and you can blow in her mouth?”

DJ laughs. “Good, he only needs to do about seven hundred blowjobs for us to get our money back at that price.”

“Britney...Help me,” Brad whimpers as several men put their hands up.

Not handsome young black men like DJ and Razor, but old and ugly homeless men in dirty clothes.

“I should make you do it,” Britney said coldly, “to teach you a lesson.” Turning to DJ, Britney said, “Alright, you win, I’ll have sex with you if you let my fiancé go.”

“You’ll have sex with both of us,” DJ said, indicating Razor, “and Cherry here will watch every second of it.”

Gazing at the disheveled Brad, DJ orders Britney to fix him up first. Therefore, she helps him put his wig back on, straighten the dress, and adjusts the smeared makeup.

“Being a girl suits you, Brad,” she said as she reapplied the makeup. “I think we’ll revisit this later.”

When Britney has finished restoring Brad back to being Cherry, DJ makes quick work of removing her clothes and then his. The man’s hands caress every inch of her voluptuous body. Long black finger dip between her creamy thighs, feeling her smooth, wet pussy. The crowd outside is watching and videoing everything. DJ’s chest presses against Britney’s already hard and sensitive nipples, drawing a gasp from the blonde woman. She’s primed, DJ can feel it. He can smell it. Brad, standing in the corner, knows his fiancée wants this, even though Britney is doing it out of sheer blackmail to save his ass. Brad noticed several times how hungrily she glanced at those big black cocks on display. He quickly adopted a sullen look, his bubbling bitterness causing the sissy man to growl in his throat at times.

“Britney, I can’t believe you’re gonna marry that baby dick white boi?” DJ said hotly, his breath hot on her neck as he licks her.

“I do love him,” the blonde-haired woman said her eyes still closed, her hands holding DJ’s strong arms as they circled her waist.

“Will you after this? After a real cock fucks your tight pussy and makes you cum so hard.”

Britney sighs. “Don’t make this harder than it already is.” “Don’t open your eyes.”

She feels the black man move away, her body suddenly chilly

without his warmth. “DJ?” she calls, her head tilting to listen for him.

Suddenly she feels him behind her. His chest presses against her back, and his cock pressing hard against her ass cheeks. His arms slip around her again, finding her large DD breasts. His fingers pull and pluck at her hard nipples. Britney moans and rests her head back against his shoulder. DJ is like this so he can watch Brad’s reaction, and the man isn’t disappointed, the sissy has a sneer planted firmly on his face, his eyes filled with hatred. Britney feels DJ slide a hand down and slip a long finger through her wet slit. Oh, yes, Britney is very wet, and Brad knows it too.

“Mmmm...DJ...” she moans, parting her thighs to give him better access.

The black man says nothing and continues to slide his finger back and forth along her slit. Brad’s intense fevered state continues, and DJ laughs.

“Oh, yes...” Britney moans as DJ’s thumb finds her swollen clit and rubs, and then his finger dipped inside her pulsating cunt.

She gasps as he sinks his finger deep inside, the man continues to rub and finger-fuck her. Britney’s body feels so alive it doesn’t take long before the need to climax takes over.

“Fuck, DJ, faster, baby. I’m gonna cum,” Britney moans, her thighs started to quiver.

Her hands go behind to grab is hips as he moves his cock against her ass cheeks. DJ’s fingers play over her pussy, furiously rubbing her clit. Squelching sounds fill the room as his long dark finger plunge repeatedly into her soaked cunt.

“Yes...Oh, yes...” Britney yells, her nails digging into DJ’s hips as the coiling in her body snaps, and her pussy juices flow, coating his hand.

He wraps an arm around her waist, anchoring the white woman to him as her body continues to convulse. DJ’s other hand stays between her legs, his finger buried deep inside her spasming cunt.

“Enjoying the show?” DJ yells at Brad, whose gaze keeps ping- ponging to avoid direct eye contact. “We haven’t even started yet, and your woman is already cumming like a whore in front of all these strangers.”

Razor, who had been standing nearby, bursts out laughing. “That’s what happens when a woman is starved of good fucking, Deej. When they finally get some real action, they go all crazy for cock and shit.”

After a pause, big hands wrap around her waist. Britney leans back into the warm body behind her, enjoying the strength. The woman feels lips on her hair, nuzzling her neck, on her lips. Britney’s eyes snap open, and she stares into DJ’s brown eyes. He’s standing in front of her, not even touching her. Britney pulls away and looks from DJ to Razor who is now behind her. She knows she should be embarrassed or mad even. Nevertheless, Britney isn’t either. The woman had just had a very intense orgasm at the hands of a handsome black man and she wants more.

“Razor,” she said softly.

“You’re in for a helluva fuck, Britney,” Razor said then grins. “Are you ready?”

Britney turns to DJ. Is she ready? Does she want it? The thought of being with two men had always been a fantasy. However, two black men while her fiancé watches helplessly wasn’t part of that fantasy. Britney studies each man’s thick black cock, DJ’s is so big and Razor’s while smaller is still more than she has handled before. Her body tingles with the thought of what it’ll be like for both of them to fuck her.

“I want it,” she said, gazing at DJ and smiling.

“A woman as beautiful as you deserves it,” DJ said with a nod. “Not that baby dick sissy boi you’re gonna marry. No woman deserves that.”

“Please, don’t...” Britney said with a tear in her eyes as she glances at her pathetic fiancé still dressed in women’s clothes. “I’m doing this because I love him.”

“You keep telling yourself that, baby,” Razor whispered into her ear.

Razor takes her hand, and all three of them go to a storeroom to the protests of those watching from outside. The next round of action won’t be so public. Brad follows them with a pout and stands by the door, watching every move. Obviously, Britney’s not the first woman in this grimy storeroom. There’s a king single bed there with a fitted sheet on the mattress. Together, Razor and DJ lay her out on the bed, each man laying either side of her. She can feel their hard cocks against her sides as each lover take turns kissing her.

“Please, honey, you don’t have to do this,” Brad suddenly squeals.

Britney turns her head to face her fiancé, her eyes are cold, and mouth pinched. “Just like you didn’t have to give these men blowjobs dressed as a woman?” she said with sarcasm. “Shut the fuck up and watch cos you might learn something, sissy bitch.”

DJ lowers his head again and nibbles her lower lip. She feels Razor’s lips travel down her neck and close over a hard nipple. He sucks hard, drawing a gasp from the blonde-haired woman. His mouth is wicked and those big lips suck hard while teeth nibble and pull as Razor’s tongue flicks and laps. Britney brings her hand up and places it on the back of Razor’s head, holding him to her. DJ’s lips traveled to her other breast and repeated Razor’s sweet torture. Britney has never felt anything like this before.

Her nipples were always sensitive but now they’re on fire with sensation. She arches her back, pushing more of her into their mouths. The woman feels their hands slide over her body until they come to the smooth mound of her pussy.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so wet,” Razor said against her breast.

Britney’s beyond talking as she feels him dip his finger deep into her cunt. Her hips lift against his hand. She watches as he brings his coated finger to her nipple, covering it in her pussy juice and then sucking it back into his mouth.

“Mmm, delicious,” he said, smiling.

Slowly Razor licks and kisses his way down her rounded stomach and finally settling between her spread thighs. With his fingers, he pulls her pussy lips open and stares at the pink flesh before him; and her clit stands out, begging for attention. With the tip of his tongue, Razor touched the tiny organ, making Britney’s hips jump. Razor pulls the little bud into his mouth and sucks it greedily.

Britney tries to concentrate on what DJ is doing. However, Razor’s tongue is wicked and has her pussy creaming even more. The woman feels DJ shift and sees him kneeling by her head, his monster black cock bobbing by her mouth. Out of pure sexual instinct, the white woman turns her head and opens her mouth, swallowing the offered cock deep. It amazes DJ how deep Britney took his cock and she’s so eager to suck it now, despite him blackmailing her into this. He sifts fingers through her blonde hair as she closes her eyes and sucks him. The barber turns to see Razor buried face first in her pussy, her creamy thighs held wide by his broad shoulders. DJ can hear his friend lapping at her wet pussy like a greedy pig at a trough.

Britney moans around DJ’s monstrous cock. He sees her thighs start to quiver and knows she’s about to orgasm. Razor moves his face to make his tongue delve deeper inside her hot cunt. DJ begins to rub her clit as Razor tongue fucks the woman. Britney lets DJ’s cock slide from her lips as her body tensed, and she explodes with orgasm, her juices squirting out of her to coat Razor’s face.

“Shit, Cherry, you didn’t tell us she’s a squirter,” Razor said to Brad, his face dripping pussy juice.

“I didn’t know,” Brad said with a sullen pout.

A flush crept across Britney’s face, as she didn’t know either. Razor chuckled. “I thought you’d at least be good at eating

pussy, Cherry,” he said to Brad with a sneer. “With a clit that small, you need to good at something.”

Brad’s face goes bright red, but he said nothing, his small skinny cock straining in the g-string, throbbing almost. He wanted to jerk-off so bad, yet DJ told him he couldn’t touch it until they say so. Part of him really hates what these two black men are doing to his Britney, while another part really digs it. This is the war in Brad’s mind right now. This is a fight where the winner will set the course for the rest of the marriage if the wedding goes ahead after this twisted day.

“Don’t worry, baby, we’re gonna press places you ain’t ever been pressed,” Razor said to Britney as he caresses her cheek. “You’re gonna learn just what pleasures your body can give you today. That’s our wedding gift to you, cos God knows, Cherry ain’t ever gonna be able to do that for you.”

As Razor kneels between her thighs and rubs his cockhead over wet, slick, tapping her sensitive clit. He watches as the blonde takes DJ’ cock back into her mouth and sucks, those pink lips stretch wide to accept the monster. However, these plump, pink pussy lips hold Razor’s attention now. He rubs his cock a few more times over her wet slit and then positions it at the opening of her cunt. Slowly, Razor flexes his hips and starts to enter her cunt. The big black man watches as her lips stretch around his big cockhead. He hears her groan around the penis in her mouth as he pushes ever deeper into the woman’s belly.

“Damn, gurrl, you’re tight...” Razor groans, burying his eight and a half inch cock balls deep.

“Is it any wonder,” DJ moans, watching as Britney moves her head on his cock. “Her tampons are thicker than Slim Jim’s baby dick over there.”

Razor chuckled. “Damn straight, it’s like she’s still a virgin, she’s so tight,” he said. “Lucky for her, I’m first, you’d kill her with your junk. I need to loosen her up for you.”

Razor moves slowly, withdrawing as she takes DJ deep into her mouth. Her breasts jiggle with each thrust. His hands go to her hips, and he holds her steady as he thrusts faster.

“Yeah, baby...” DJ growls as his hands tangle in her blonde hair pulling the woman onto his cock. Britney has a hand around his thick cock and the other on his balls, squeezing them. “Oh yeah, here it comes, baby...Here it comes,” DJ moans, holding Britney’s mouth on him as his body jerked, emptying his balls into her waiting mouth.

Britney’s throat works as she swallows all of DJ’s semen. Razor leans partially over her, his balls slapping against her as he drives deep and fast inside her wet cunt.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so hot...” Razor moans as his ass flexed with every deep thrust.

Britney pulls her mouth off DJ and gazes up at Razor. “Fuck my cunt, Razor. Fill it with your cum,” Britney wailed, her legs wrapping high about his waist.

Razor growls and fucks her wildly, sliding a hand between their sweat-soaked bodies and rubbing Britney’s swollen clit. He feels her legs loosen, giving better access. “Cum with me, Britney, milk this black cock with your cunt.”

Britney chants Razor’s name as her orgasm builds. Her thighs quiver against his sides, and suddenly she explodes with a cry as her cunt tightens and juice gushes from her, soaking Razor’s cock and balls.

“Fuck...Yeah,” he roared, throwing his head back and dumping his hot load of semen deep inside her.

Britney laid there panting, trying to catch her breath. She could feel Razor’s body still shaking above her as he emptied his balls deep inside her.

“Damn, baby, you’re too much,” Razor said against her neck.

Britney laughs and shifts her hips beneath him. She expected him to pull out; instead, he slowly starts to move inside her again. He lifts his head and smiles at her.

“You’re just full of surprises,” Britney said, wrapping her legs tighter around him.

Razor grins and drives his cock deep inside her cunt, making the blonde gasp. Her cunt is so wet and tight. The black man’s head bends and he captures a nipple with his teeth and bites gently as he fucks her hard.

“Mmmm....” Britney moans, her hips rising to meet the thrusts. “Fuck me, Razor. Give me your big black cock.”

Razor’s fingers pull at her other nipple as he moves faster, there’s something about this blonde beauty making him want to empty his load inside her. With a shout, “Ahhhhhh,” Razor slams his hips against hers and dumps another load of semen deep inside her spasming cunt.

Breathing heavy, he pulls out and climbs off the bed. Britney barely has time to recover before DJ is taking Razor’s place and leaning over her.

“Ready for more black cock, baby?” DJ asks, rubbing his monstrous cockhead against her wet pussy lips.

Britney suddenly wraps her hand around his cock. “Oh, yes, give me more...I want more cock,” she said, guiding the head into her cunt.

They all watch DJ’s ten-inch cock part her now red pussy lips and disappear inside Britney’s tanned body. DJ hooks her legs over his arms and presses her legs back and wide. Her DD-cup breasts bounce with his deep thrusts. Her pussy is soaked with juices and semen and DJ can’t wait to add his load to the slutty brew. His balls slap hard against her ass as he pounds her. Britney is now taking ten inches of the thickest cock she’s ever seen and she loves it. The sensation of fullness is unlike anything she’s known. It’s as if the cock is rewiring her brain, as it owns her quivering, spasming body.

Brad, seeing the changes taking place before his very eyes, whispers a whiny, “Noooooo,” as he stares wide-eyed at the sight.

Britney holds onto DJ’s shoulders as he fucks her hard, deep and fast. She feels the bed dip and glances over with glazed eyes to see Razor crawling toward her. He gets to his knees and she sees his semi-hard black dick glistening with their mixed secretions. Britney urges him closer and rubs it over her lips, tasting the cock. She then opens her mouth wide and takes as much of his thick black cock into her mouth as she can. The sexual stamina of these two studs amazes her; Brad is asleep after one pitiful climax. DJ and Razor have climaxed several times now and they’re still going.

“Fuck, baby...” Razor moans as he watches Britney swallow his cock.

Britney alternated sucking Razor’s cock and licking his balls as DJ continues to fuck ten inches into her cunt. It isn’t long before she feels the familiar tightening in her stomach.

“Yes, DJ...Come on, baby...Faster...Make my pussy cream...” Britney wails, lifting her hips against the sweating man.

DJ growls and rams his ten-inch monster wildly into her. Britney gasps, a strangled sound around Razor’s cock. She feels Razor’s hands tangle in her blonde hair as he holds her steady on his cock. Her lips tighten around it as her orgasm builds to a height she’s never known.

“Britney, cum for me,” DJ shouts, his stomach slapping against hers as he fucks.

Britney can’t hold back and let Razor’s delicious cock slide from her lips before crying out as she orgasms and soaks DJ’s cock and balls with her squirt.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...”

“Yeah, baby...Yeah,” DJ groans, still pumping, the squelching noise filling the room, making Brad wince every time he hears it.

Razor places his cock back against Britney’s lips, and she sucks him deep again. Her body is still shuddering as she teases his purple head and squeezes his balls with her hand. DJ leans down, pushing her legs back further, takes a hard nipple into his mouth and pulls. Britney cries out, her cunt starts spasming even more, clenching on DJ’s cock. A few deep strokes had him biting her nipple hard and filling her pussy with semen.

Britney cries out around Razor’s cock but keeps sucking. She wants him to ejaculate in her mouth as the cock crazy woman wants to taste it. Her pussy is overflowing with a mixture of secretions, her nipple hard and hurting from DJ biting it. Razor watches his cock disappear between Britney’s lips. She keeps her eyes open and on the big black man, as she takes him as deep as she can. Every now and then, the blonde-haired woman lets it slide from her lips and run her tongue over the tip, her teeth gently nipping. Razor’s getting close to climaxing again. She has a wicked mouth and knows it. When Britney takes Razor’s cock into her mouth again, he grabs handfuls of blonde hair and holds her tight against him.

“Keep sucking Britney...Get ready...Here it comes...Ahhhh...”

Razor throws his head back and grunts, flexing his hips, driving his cock deeper into Britney’s mouth, gagging her as he fills her mouth with semen. Britney swallows every bit. She keeps sucking until Razor pulls away and flops on the bed beside her.

“Shit, baby,” he mumbles, tossing an arm over his head.

DJ pulls out and moves to the other side of Britney. She’s now sandwiched between them. Both men turn and pluck at her hard nipples. Brad marvels at the contrast of their black skin against her creamy white skin. Britney puts her hand on each of their heads and encourages them to take her nipples into their mouths. She arches her back and groans as they lap and nibble her hard, now sensitive, nipples.

“You like that, don’t you, Britney.” DJ whispers, the tip of his tongue playing with a hard tip.

“Fuck, yes,” Britney moaned.

“I think I know something you’ll like even better.”

Chapter 4

“How’s the show so far,” Razor shouts over at the cowering Brad.

“Stop it! You’ve been paid now,” Brad said, his face turning red, “Leave Britney alone.”

Britney turned toward her fiancé and said, “I’ll tell you what, Brad. I’ll get up and we’ll leave if you don’t have a boner right now.”

Brad gasps, and the two black men laugh.

“Yeah, lift your dress and show us your clit, Cherry,” DJ said with a smirk.

“N-No...I can’t...” Brad stammers, crying with shame. “DO IT, or the weddings off,” Britney shouts.

Brad gulps hard. He lifts the dress to reveal the pink g-string tented in the front, the crotch soaked with pre-cum again.

“Pull those panties down, let me see it,” Britney yells across the storeroom, and he does.

The three on the bed laugh and Brad’s cheeks burn as his chin drops t his chest. The sissy man expects the two alpha men to laugh at his small dick, but Britney never has until this moment. Laugh she did, seeing for the first time in her life what a pathetic useless male her Brad is, and yet love still burns for him somehow.

“Omigod, I can’t believe how small you are, Brad,” Britney said with a smirk. “Any wonder you never made me cum with that thing.”

“Well, you don’t need him to make you cum,” Razor said. “There’s plenty of big cock out there that can do that for you. However, having a sissy cuckold husband is still a good thing for you, white women. You control everything in the marriage, and his job is to be your bitch.”

Britney laughs at the thought. “Whatcha think, Brad? Are you willing to be my cuckold bitch? To do as I say, when I say, and how I say?”

Brad swallows. “I do, Britney, anything to make you happy,” he said weakly, his knees knocking.

Razor suddenly said, “I now pronounce you cuckold and wife...”

The three on the bed laugh again. DJ suddenly turns Britney toward him and lifts her leg high over his hip. She feels Razor move in closer behind. Both their cocks are hard again and rubbing against her soaked slit.

“Shit, do you guys ever go soft?” Britney asks, looking at them with a raised eyebrow.

They laugh. “Black men can fuck for hours, baby, didn’t you know that?” Razor said, reaching around and continuing to play with her nipples.

“Hmmm, I’m learning fast.”

DJ positions his cock at her cuntal opening, and slowly he slides ten inches of meat into her body. His hands go around and grab her ass cheeks, spreading them wide.

“Just relax, baby, you’re gonna enjoy this, I promise,” DJ whispers to her.

Britney takes a deep breath and tries to relax. She isn’t a stranger to anal sex. Nevertheless, the woman has never done a double penetration before. The woman wraps her arms around DJ’s waist as she feels the head of Razor’s cock, pressing against her tight asshole. He gently probes before starting to push in. Razor slowly inches his cock inside Britney’s little brown hole, his hand goes to her waist and holds her as he pushes the length of his cock deep inside her asshole. Razor hears her gasp as he buries eight and a half inches of cock into her bowels.

For a minute, they just lay there taking it all in, a combined eighteen and a half inches of black cock inside her body. Brad is squirming, dying to jerk-off, yet he keeps his hands away from his pre-cum dripping dicklette.

“Are you OK?” Razor soon asks Britney, his hot breath tickling her neck.

“Just give me a moment,” she said, glancing back at him. “There’s a lot of cock in me at the moment.”

Britney takes a deep breath and tries to relax. She has never felt so full before. Lifting her leg higher on DJ’s waist seems to make both cocks go even deeper. Britney thought if she coughed right now, she’d probably bring up a testicle; she appeared so stuffed with cock.

“Are you ready?” DJ asks, his hand finding her swollen clit.

Britney nods. She feels DJ flex his hips and drive deeper inside her at the same time she feels Razor starts to withdraw. Her asshole stretches around Razor’s cock as he pulls out until just his cock head is inside her asshole. Then, with his hands on her hips, he plunges back in. The woman gasps at the intense feeling of pleasure. Then DJ starts to withdraw from her cunt. They fuck her in tandem, one pulling almost out while the other thrusts deep, it gets faster and faster as the fucking progresses Britney can’t help the moans, gasps, and sighs coming out of her. Razor and DJ can’t stop the grunts, growls, and groans they’re making too.

DJ leans closer and kisses her deep, his tongue sweeping inside her mouth as his fingers continue to play with her slippery clit. Razor moves her hair aside, nibbles, and sucks on her sensitive neck, his teeth pulling gently on her earlobe. Britney moans and arches her back as hands and lips are everywhere on her body. She let’s herself get carried away with the sensations coursing through her body.

“Fuck me, fuck me...Fuck your big cocks into me...Cum in me...Fill me with your cum,” Britney wails. She pants; her body tightens as another orgasm builds.

“Come on, Britney...Cum for us...Cum, baby...Cum on our cocks...” Razor wails, his cock pumping in and out of her asshole quickly.

“Cum, baby,” DJ echoes, his cock pounding her spasming cunt.

Britney can’t handle anymore. Her body is full, her nipples sore, her ass stretched, and her pussy filled with several loads of semen and cock. She tears her mouth away from DJ’s and shouts out her release as juices gush from her cunt, soaking DJ and the bed.

“OH...OOOOOOOOOO...GOD...FAAAAAAARK...” she moans. “CUUUUUUUMMING...”

Her cunt spasms around DJ’s cock triggering his release and he fills her again with his thick load of sperm. Razor continues to pump her asshole, enjoying the sounds of the other two finding their release. DJ carefully rolls onto his back, careful not to dislodge his cock from Britney or Razors. With Britney sprawled over him, DJ pulls her ass cheeks wide again so Razor can watch his cock disappear inside her asshole. DJ watches as Razor lifts himself over them and continues to fuck the blonde-haired woman.  

“God, you’re so tight back here. I fucking love it,” Razor groans, his thrusts becoming deeper and harder.

Britney gasps with each deep thrust. She’s never had her ass fucked like this before. With DJ’ cock still inside her cunt, her clit rubbing on it; she’s about to orgasm again. Even she can’t believe it.

“I’m gonna cum...” Britney moans, fucking faster on the plunging cock. “Whoa, mama, this is wonderful. Ooooo...Razor, fuck me ... Give it to me...Shoot your cum into my asshole.”

“Shit,” Razor moans, his big black cock thrusting wildly into her asshole. “Here it comes...” Razor squeals, slamming his hips hard against her and filling her bowels with semen.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRR ...” Britney screams, her orgasm as intense as a severe seizure as her body rocks between the two black men.

Eventually, the big man falls over Britney then, his arms shaking as he tries to support himself. His lips find her shoulder and kiss it. All three lay there, trying to catch their breath. Razor and DJ smile at each other. Each amazed with the woman between them.

Brad’s shoulders slump, the intensity of that orgasm visible for the sissy male, he’s done and he knows it. Any chance of a ‘normal’ married relationship with Britney is all but gone now. As he stands there, tears streaming down his face making his mascara run, his little four and a half-inch boner throbbing with need, Brad wonders if this day could get any worse.

Britney suddenly gazes at Razor’s shit and cum stained cock and sneers. “Clean that cock with your mouth, Cherry,” she shouts at Brad. “Make sure everything is clean, even his balls, taint, and asshole.”

It’s as if he’s having an out-of-body experience, as Brad finds himself on hands and knees that are shaky, they barely support his weight. He takes Razor’s soft cock into his mouth. The sissy sucks Razor’s soft cock down licking around the shaft, cleaning Britney’s shit off it, tonguing the bull’s ass, taint, and balls getting all the remnants of squirt, shit, and semen off it. This has to be the most challenging part of the entire escapade so far. The taste is far from pleasant, the shit especially makes Brad gag, almost vomit.

“He’s definitely a cuck,” DJ said, watching Brad work. “Clean me next, Cherry. Then you have to suck all that cum out of Britney’s cunt and asshole.”

Brad nods and satisfied Razor is as clean as possible, moves so he can clean DJ’s huge cock. Even soft, it’s still a monster, and now the taste of ass and semen replaced with the familiar flavor of Britney’s cunt and the sperm deposited there. He takes his time, licking DJ’s cock, balls, taint, and asshole clean. Brad knows what he has to do next, and so he assumes the position and begins eating out Britney. The couple doesn’t talk; Britney lies there moaning softly as her fiancé gobbles DJ’s and Razors semen from her abused cunt. It even tastes a bit bloody, and Brad knows the barbers ten-inch monster had really stretched Britney beyond anything she had known. The image of that super thick cock fills his mind, as Brad tastes the salty semen fresh from her cunt.

“Ooooo...GOD...I’m cumming...” Britney suddenly squeals.

A violent orgasm whips through her body, and Britney jerks and squirms on the bed as Brad eats her out. Her pussy gushes again, squirting the last vestiges of semen into her cuckold fiancé’s mouth with a hardy shot of pussy juice to wash it down. Britney moans passionately, and her eyes roll as Brad brings her to the brink of sexual madness.

“Ahhhhhhrrrr...Yeah...Ooh...So good...” Britney moans and laughs sensuously as waves of pleasure rush from her pussy through the body.

Britney eventually pushes his head away as her pussy becomes too sensitive, so Brad gets to work sucking Razor’s semen out of her asshole. The taste of blood is strong after Razor’s cock and the slimy cum dribbles out with little farts as Britney pushes. Small chunks of semen-coated shit shoot into his mouth, the most demeaning thing he did today was to eat them without question.

Razor and DJ get off the bed and start to dress; eventually, they leave Brad and Britney alone. The sissy spends another forty minutes eating Britney’s pussy and asshole, licking anywhere he finds some traces of semen. She too rolls off the bed, having had enough and starts to dress. Brad sits on the bed, watching his bride to be. The woman is glowing with a light never seen before. They don’t speak, there’s an awkwardness there now as the sexual excitement is spent.

When she’s dressed, she grabs her bag and takes out a key. “This is your spare car key, so you can drive yourself home,” she said.

Brad takes it and examines it for a moment. ‘At least it’s not her engagement ring,’ he thought. “Are we OK?” Brad asks. “Are we...”

“Still getting married?” Britney cuts over him. “Yes, I still wanna marry you, Brad. However, it’s not going to be the marriage you hoped it would be. If you can’t live with that, then call it off now. Once you marry me, you’re mine, and I’m gonna make you my cuckold bitch forever. What happened today will seem like a picnic once I’m done with you.”

“I guess I need to think about it,” Brad said, wiping the tears from his eyes. “You’re asking me to give up my manhood.”

Britney laughs. “What manhood?”

She gives him the small dick sign. Brad grimaces and blushes. Feeling a little sorry for him, Britney said, “Look, I understand.

If you want out, call me tomorrow morning before the wedding starts so we can tell our guests. If you want in, I expect you to be wearing that cum-soaked g-string under your tuxedo tomorrow.”

*****

When Britney arrived at the church the next day looking beautiful in her white dress and veil, a wedding bouquet of roses in hand, the first thing she asked was, “Is Brad here?”

Brad’s older brother, Ted, assured her he was and stands at the altar waiting for her arrival. The wedding is a beautiful affair, very emotional, and none f the harshness Brad experienced with Britney at the barbershop is there. ‘Maybe she’s decided not to go through with all this cuckold stuff,’ he wonders. ‘I hope so.’ The reception goes off without a hitch at a resort in town and everyone has a wonderful time, though Brad wished he could change out of the nasty pink g-string panties he was wearing. Defying Britney some, Brad did wash them by hand in the basin in his bathroom.

Eventually, the reception is over, and the two leave in a stretch limo to go to a fancy hotel downtown where they’re going to spend the wedding night. In two days, they’re going on a Caribbean cruise for their honeymoon but plan to spend that time in the hotel together.

In the limo, Brad grabbed his wife’s hand and said, “Thank you for a wonderful day. I love you, Britney. I’m so happy right now.”

“That’s good, I love you too, darling,” she said, and they kiss.

On the way to the hotel, they talk about their wedding day excitedly, all the people who came and the fun they had. All too soon, they arrive, and go immediately to the bridal suite, having checked in online that morning. As the couple enters into a living room area, Brad gasps loudly and his eyes bulge. Sitting there drinking beers are DJ and Razor.

“About time,” DJ said, rolling his eyes.

The men stand, and Britney goes over and French kisses both of them.

“Brit, Brit, what are you doing?” Brad whines. “This is our wedding night...”

Britney says to DJ, “Did you bring it?” and he nods.

“It’s in the spare room,” DJ said.

Turning to Brad, Britney says, “I told you if you marry me, then

you’ll be my cuckold bitch forever, now go in that room and change into the clothes left there and stay there until called.”

“What’s going on?” Brad asks sullenly.

“The real wedding is about to start.”

Brad enters the room to see a bag and clothes sack with a coat

hanger poking out the top. Slowly, he unzips the bag and gasps at what he finds there. ‘I can’t believe she’s gonna do this to me,’ he thought.

*****

Britney also changes into a black tuxedo, goes out, and has a drink with DJ and Razor.

“When are we gonna start fucking?” Razor asks.

“When the ceremony is over,” Britney said with a smile.

“Who the fuck did you get to do this?” DJ asks.

There’s a knock at the door, and Britney stands. She stands by

the doorknob and smiles back at the two black men. “The man who set this whole thing up in the first place,” she said with a smirk.

“Who?”

“Who else...” Britney said as she opened the door, “The best man, of course.”

Standing there is Rico Rodriguez with a big grin on his face. “Hi, everyone...Deej...Razor...Thanks for coming through for me,” Rico said, entering the room. He stops after Britney closes the door and French kisses her for a moment.

“You set this up?” DJ said with raised eyebrows.

Rico nods. “I knew you’d check out Brad thoroughly and once you discovered his little secret, you’d go to town on him,” he said. “Though I wasn’t expecting you to fuck Brit’s brains out too, I can live with that. She has plenty to go around.”

“You wanted all this to happen?” Razor asks wide-eyed.

Britney smirks. “You don’t think a fox like me would willingly marry a shrimp dick sissy fag like Brad, he’s only on this ride for his money and I enjoy humiliating him.”

They all laugh.

“Let’s get this thing over so we can get down to the gangbang part,” Rico said.

Britney goes to the bedroom where brad is waiting and knocks on the door. “OK, you can come out now, Cherry.”

The door opens and there Cherry stands in a wedding dress, only it’s short and goes to his stockinged knees. The front of the dress is missing and there is his small bald dick on display surrounded by suspenders and thigh-high white stocking. The sissy seems to have breasts, quite large ones due to the specialty crossdressers bra he’s wearing. Each DD cup is stuffed with a fake silicone breast. On his head is a blonde wig that’s been styled nicely, and to make it all complete, he has diamond jewelry and white stilettos on.

The first person he sees other than Britney is his best friend Rico grinning at the sorry sight Brad’s in. “Rico? RICO, what are you doing here?” Brad asks wide-eyed, not even bothering to cover his tiny dick.

“Hey, Cherry, nice to see the real you at last,” Rico said, smirking. “I’m here to help you consummate your marriage like the best man should.”

“I don’t understand...”

Britney said harshly, “You soon will.”

She grabs his hand and pulls Brad into the living room and they stand before Rico, who pulls some paper from his pocket. Rico clears his throat and starts to read from the paper.

“Dearly beloved and honored bulls: We’re together tonight to join Britney and Brad Pitman in a cuckold marriage. Do not enter this contract lightly, but thoughtfully and seriously, and with a deep realization of its obligations and responsibilities. As the Bride and Groom have already exchanged vows, we will pass that part and go straight to the good part...”

Gazing at Britney, and said, “Britney Pitman, do you take Brad Pitman to be your sissy cuckold bride? Do you promise to dominate him, humiliate him, belittle his dicklette at all times, and feminize him, forsaking Brad for all Bulls and making your bride watch and eat your cum-filled orifices whenever you please?”

Britney said, “I do.”

With a nod, Rico turned to Brad and said, “Brad Pitman, do you take Britney as your cuckold groom? Do you promise to serve her in all things? To do only as she says and giving all your earthly possession to Britney for her pleasure alone. Do you promise to do anything sexually that Britney commands, even if you don’t like it? Do you promise to take the name Cherry, from this night on, as your sissy name until the day you die? Do you promise to give up any right to call yourself a man, and be accepting of any cock, pussy or asshole Britney commands you to serve? Brad, do you accept your role as Britney’s cuckold bitch forever?

Brad’s head bows and he said softly, “I do.”

Rico then says, “Britney and Cherry will now exchange symbols of these new vows and commitment to each other. Please bring forth the wedding accouterments.”

DJ rolls his eyes, goes to the coffee table, picks up a white box, goes, and stands by Rico, who opens it. Rico takes out a male chastity cage and hands it to Britney.

“Britney, please place the chastity cage on Cherry’s clit...” Rico said.

She gets on gets on her knees and after a few minutes of fiddling about, clicks the padlock closed on the chastity cage.

“Repeat after me,” Rico said as Britney stares at the newly caged dick, “As a sign of my love, I have chosen you to be my sissy cuckold bitch. With this chastity cage, I seal our commitment to each other.”

Britney repeats the words then leans in and kisses the plastic cage. Then Rico pulls a key from the box on a gold anklet chain and hands it to Brad.

“Cherry, please place the anklet chain on Britney’s left ankle...” Rico said.

This time Brad gets on his knees and bends to clasp the ankle bracelet to his wife’s leg, knowing the key is to the chastity cage.

Rico said, “Repeat these words after me, Cherry. As a sign of my love, I have chosen you above all else to be my Mistress, and I will serve you with all that I have and all that I am.”

Brad repeats the words and bends and kisses the key hanging on Britney’s ankle.

When Brad stands again, Rico said, “To make your relationship work will take love. It’ll take dedication. Now by the power vested in me by the state, it’s my honor and delight to declare you ‘cuckold’ married. We may now gangbang the groom...”

“Cherry, go pour us some drinks while we get comfortable,” Britney barks as the three men surround her with leers and thoughts of fucking her brains out all night.

Epilogue

As Cherry sat in the corner of the bedroom in the honeymoon suite, he saw something he never thought possible. On the king- sized bed in front of him, his bride (or groom going by the cuckold vows he took) has three huge cocks inside her body. DJ’s ten-inch black cock is pounding her asshole raw, while Rico’s nine-inch Latino cock owning her cunt. Razor’s big black cock is sliding into Britney’s mouth as these three bulls consummate the cuckold marriage. Cherry sits watching, squirming in the chair as her clitty dicklette strains against the chastity cage, the symbol of this new arrangement. Pre-cum is dribbling so severely from the cage that Cherry had to put a towel on the seat.

He can’t believe it, this is his wedding night, yet he knows he won’t be getting any pussy from Britney, possibly ever again.

Sure, they’ll want him in there to do cleaning duties at some point, but there will be no release for him, no orgasm unless one happens spontaneously, a sissygasm. The sounds of fucking bodies, grunts, and groans, coupled with the smells of sweat and sex is heady, almost intoxicating. Yet Cherry cannot take his eyes off the sexual athleticism happening on that bed. He knows if it were just he and Britney, the sex would’ve been over by now and he’d be sound asleep. It seems he underestimated his wife’s sexual appetites.

Then there’s Rico, his best friend. Rico sent him to that Barbershop knowing they’d do something to him. Cherry has mixed feelings about this. Rico and Britney had been fucking each other all along, and they planned to reveal this cuckold business tonight anyway. To initiate Brad into their lifestyle, only DJ and Razor changed things. Now he sits dressed in a weird wedding dress watching Britney orgasm repeatedly on other men’s cocks.

The black men had turned Brad into a sissy. They transformed him into Cherry by making him wear women’s clothes for having such a tiny, thin dicklette. This was something Britney and Rico weren’t expecting, but they loved it anyway and decided it should always be this way. Brad will wear his boy clothes for his job (at least on the surface, underwear will be female) and his proper sissy clothes at home.

All this is rumbling through Cherry’s sissy brain as he watches the four bodies on the bed consumed by their sexual lust. The grunts grow into a crescendo, and bodies stiffen, and moans and curse words fill the air as the four all orgasm together. Not long after they roll off each other panting and groaning, lying side by side on the bed.

“Cherry...” Rico shouts gazing at Brad. “Clean us up and then go get us some drinks and snacks.”

Brad nods and gets to his feet; soon, he has Rico’s semi-hard cock in his mouth sucking all Britney’s squirting juices off it.

‘This is my life now,’ Cherry thought. ‘This is all I get, all I deserve.’

The End.