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Winner Takes All!

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. 

Winner Takes All! 

By Brian Masters 

Chapter 1 

Kara could already feel the heat between her legs as she watched the two men on tv grappling with each other in an effort to gain the upper hand. She never could explain why this turned her on so much, but the idea of two big, strong men wrestling got her hot every time. She was a big fan of professional wrestling and of course ultimate fighting competitions and a great evening in for Kara involved cuddling up on the couch with her husband and watching men beat each other senseless. Her husband, Bill, loved nothing better than making Kara happy so he always indulged her fascination with these rough sports knowing it would always lead to a wonderful night in the bedroom. 

Bill never felt threatened by his wife’s love of these manly sports as he himself was in rather good shape. Bill had been into swimming since he was a kid and had won several medals in various competitions over the years. He kept his body smooth of all hair with depilatories and over the years his body had responded by refusing to grow any hair below his eyebrows. This never bothered Bill as he was tired of shaving or chemically treating his body hair to improve his swim times and Kara always told him she loved how silky smooth his skin was. She kidded him that it was like being with a woman when they were in bed together. 

Bill thought of himself as a rough and tumble kind of guy, after all he’d spent many years in locker rooms and pools with other men in competition after competition, and liked to think he could hold his own in any given situation. At 5’5” Bill wasn’t an imposing fellow but his sleek swimmer’s build gave him confidence that betrayed his small stature. He kept himself toned and fit with spin class and pilates and ate like a teenage girl trying to fit into a prom dress. It was all salads and kale chips for Bill. 

Kara on the other hand was just naturally fit. She was stunning by anyone’s measure. Kara stood an even 5’8” and seemed to tower over her husband. Where Bill was all sleek muscle and toned features, Kara was a pinup model in high heels. Her hourglass figure quite literally stopped traffic as every straight man and even some women did double takes any time Kara walked by them. She carried her rather large breasts with a practiced ease and her protruding bubble butt balanced the picture perfectly so that her tits fit her body in the most erotic way. Always one to flaunt her amazing figure, Kara normally dressed in the most revealing clothing. Even at work she could be found in tops that showed off her decolletage and skirts and dresses that highlighted her long, beautiful legs. With high standing, firm, natural 42DD tits and a butt to match, Kara was everyone’s spank bank material. 

On this particular evening Kara and Bill were cuddled together on the couch watching an MMA fight between two imposing black men. The men were all muscle perfectly sculpted to look like any woman’s wet dream. Their bulging biceps, perfect six pack abs, rock hard thighs, and tight round butts had Kara dripping wet before the first round ended. Bill could smell the heat of sex coming from his wife and knew tonight would be a fun night for him. It didn’t bother him at all that his wife drooled over these beefcake so called athletes as Bill knew in his heart these fights were all staged and the men involved were actors who spent the day in the gym staring at themselves in the mirror. He knew real athletes like himself didn’t have to show off bulging muscles all the time. Yes, Bill allowed himself this bit of fiction in an unconscious way of dealing with his own shortcomings. 

As the fight went on, Bill as usual made comments about the fighters and how he would fare in such a competition. He was always like this when they watched sporting events and Kara loved his confidence believing Bill when he said things like, “Yeah I could get out of that hold easily” or “That guy’s lucky he isn’t in the ring with me. I’d have knocked him out by now” and “You know those muscles are just for show right? I mean those are gym muscles, those guys have never had to actually compete in a real sport.” 

Kara loved Bill and was enthralled by the way he always had an answer to these so called tough guys. She was convinced her husband had experience in wrestling and fighting since he spoke so confidently and knowledgeable about how he would easily beat any of these so called cage fighters. 

As the fight on tv drew to a close Kara stood and taking her husband’s hand led him upstairs to their bedroom. Bill was grinning like a fool the entire time loving how revved up his wife got on fight nights. He knew she would rock his world tonight and couldn’t wait to brag to his friends at work tomorrow. 

When they reached the bedroom the happy couple were quick to remove their clothing and take up familiar positions in bed. After having been married for 7 years Bill and Kara had fallen into a routine that plagues many married couples. Sex was automatic and suffered a sameness that the couple didn’t even notice. And tonight was just more of the same. 

Having married the first man she’d ever been with, Kara had no frame of reference for anything sexual outside of her time with Bill. To her everything that occured in the bedroom with her husband was perfectly normal. To her the amount of time spent fucking and the size of his manhood were not only acceptable but in Kara’s mind were perfectly satisfactory. 

The truth of the matter was that Bill had several strikes against him in the love making department. First off he wasn’t very big down there at all. When soft Bill’s penis took on the look of a nub measuring in at only 2”, while an erection only added an additional 2” bringing his raging hard total to 4 laughable inches of tiny, white boy, penis. Add to that the fact that Bill was a premature ejaculator and anyone could see Kara was being short changed in every possible way. Bill was only ever good for one go around and was lucky if he made it into his wife’s beautifully maintained pussy before squirting his meager, watery dribble of cum. On the nights when he came before entering her, Bill would graciously go down on his wife and eat her pussy till she came hard, squeezing his head between her thighs. On those rare nights when he managed to get inside of Kara, Bill never lasted very long at all. If the television was on Bill couldn’t even make it the length of a commercial before losing control and on those nights Bill would use his fingers to get his wife off as the thought of putting his tongue where he’d just cum was repugnant to him. 

At any rate, Kara was always left feeling unsatisfied even though she didn’t know it at the time. To her this was all she knew so she just assumed this was how everyone had sex. The poor girl had so much to learn. 

On this particular night Bill managed to hold off till he was buried four whole inches inside his wife and thrust his hips a full six or seven times before crying out in yet another weak orgasm. It had taken longer to remove their clothing than the act itself. But Bill was full of himself for what he considered another amazing round with his beautiful wife and Kara pushed away the empty feeling she was always left with as Bill clumsily fingered her to an unsatisfying orgasm. 

The couple lay on their backs and Kara flipped on the tv to watch the next match. As they watched a well built black stud beating the hell out of a smaller white man, Kara began to have an idea. She looked at Bill and asked, “Honey have you ever thought of fighting like these guys? I mean you’re so strong and confident I’m sure you’ve had your fair share of fights, right?” 

Bill laughed and said, “C’mon Kara you know these things are staged. These aren’t real fights, not the way real men fight anyway.” 

Kara said, “Oh! So you have beat some ass in your day?” 

Bill looked flustered as he said, “Well no, I’ve never actually been in a fight but I stay in great shape so I’ve never worried about it truthfully.” 

Kara thought about this latest revelation as she watched the fight play out on tv when suddenly a new thought occurred to her. She excitedly turned to Bill and said, “Honey, you should wrestle someone! I mean it would be so hot to see you in the ring kicking ass! Seriously sweetie I can’t imagine a better birthday present than to watch my man throw someone around and pin them down. It would make me so hot. Can you make it happen?” 

Bill felt trapped suddenly and tried to think of a reasonable way out of his wife’s request. But then he remembered how he always talked about wrestling and MMA being fake and an idea hit him so fast it almost made him laugh out loud at his ingenuity. He would fake the whole thing. He’d pick a man who was in on the act and show Kara how tough he was by beating his opponent in a completely choreographed fight. 

With a confidence born of duplicity Bill said, “Well of course my love, anything for you. I’ll go online and find someone to fight and I’ll show you how a real man handles himself.” 

“Oh that’s wonderful!” Kara squealed. “I can’t wait to see you trounce some poor man in the ring. Wait, where would we do this?” 

Bill said, “Easy, I’ll move the furniture in the basement out of the way and lay down some padding. We won’t need a full ring since it’ll just be a wrestling match. And truthfully it’ll be over so quickly it won’t be worth going through too much trouble.” 

Kara was thrilled and clapped her hands in delight. She kissed Bill and told him she loved him very much. Bill assured her he would take care of everything and by this weekend they would celebrate her birthday with a fantastic wrestling match. 

Bill and Kara both rolled over and drifted off to sleep. Kara’s thoughts were full of images of Bill pinning a much bigger opponent to the floor then taking her in his arms and ravaging her. Bill’s thoughts were of a more scheming nature as he concocted the perfect fake fight in his mind. Something that would make him look like a real brute in front of his wife. Bill fell asleep smiling at his very clever plan. 

Chapter 2 

The following day Bill excitedly searched the internet for sites providing a wrestling opponent. Of course most of the sites he visited were all about erotic wrestling but Bill was naturally uninterested in such things. He finally found a company offering professional looking matches as an almost fantasy camp scenario. This company sent their employees out to put on a show with the customer. The events were staged and made to look as realistic as possible. The idea was for the sport to be used at birthday or bachelor parties to give the guest of honor the thrill of defeating an opponent at a physical and demanding challenge. This was perfect for Bill. He scrolled through the list of wrestlers intent on choosing someone of even size and weight to make him look good but not too over the top as to allow Kara to see through the ruse. 

The perfect specimen popped up after several minutes of searching and Bill was thrilled at the prospect of showing off in front of Kara. He’d picked a man named Stretch who was about the same size and shape as he was so it would look realistic. Bill set up the appointment for this coming Saturday, his wife’s birthday, and made sure to download the video teaching him all the moves necessary to pull this off. It all seemed too easy, first learn the right routine, then practice the easy to remember moves, and finally perform with Stretch on the evening of Kara’s birthday. It would seem odd to have this man in their house just for a wrestling match but Bill knew to keep this just between the three of them as he fully expected it to arouse Kara. Bill would put on a show, defeat his opponent, then take his bride to bed for a full night of fun. 

Bill wasted no time in contacting the company and requesting Stretch for Saturday evening. He was lucky that Stretch was available and happy to perform a very realistic fight. It was all set and now all Bill had to do was learn a few simple throws and holds in the proper order and everything would be perfect. 

By Saturday Bill was ready to go. He’d practiced in secret every day and was now confident he could make the fight look quite real. Kara was going to love this! 

 After an early dinner in which Bill ate very little to ensure he’d be in fighting form, Kara and Bill returned home to get themselves ready for the main event. Kara dressed in a tight pair of shorts and a half shirt that she’d always been comfortable in while Bill wore a tight sleeveless shirt and pair of shorts that no man would ever find himself wearing. They were obviously too short and far too tight as they were bicycle shorts Bill wore in college. He explained that he wanted as much freedom of movement as possible and Kara only sighed and giggled at the sight he provided, looking like an actual character in one of those professional wrestling shows. It was perfect. 

Bill had spent the day bragging about how the fight would go and how he would easily defeat whomever the company sent. He pretended it was all quite real and that he had no idea who he’d be wrestling. Bill was quite adept at laying on the thickest lies when necessary and Kara was convinced her husband was ready for anything. 

The doorbell rang and the happy couple jumped to their feet and rushed to answer the door. They were very excited to get the evening’s festivities underway. As Bill opened the door his face showed complete despair and his mouth dropped open in a surprised look of shock. Kara on the other hand almost squealed in delight at the sight before them, for there stood a giant of a man, easily 6’5” and 250 pounds of pure muscle. His skin was as black as night and every inch of his body was made of sculpted muscle, from the top of his cleanly shaved head to the soles of his size fourteen feet this was a real man in every sense of the word. He towered over Bill and Kara and was past the surprised couple and inside the house before Bill could even form a coherent thought. 

The black man introduced himself as Steel as he was led into the living room by the fawning and flustered Kara. She had never been this close to a black man before, let alone a man with such a perfect body so she found herself giggling like a wide eyed schoolgirl much to Bill’s dismay. Bill took several minutes to recover his composure and quickly decided he needed a minute alone with this man to find out what the hell was happening, so he asked Kara to please go to the kitchen and make everyone a drink so they could get to know each other a little before the main event. 

When Kara left the room Bill moved to Steel’s side and in an urgent whisper asked, “Um, excuse me for asking but where is Stretch? I had this all worked out with Stretch.” 

Steel looked down at the white man and said, “Don’t worry, he couldn’t make it so I’m filling in. I know the routine and I’ll make you look good so just take it easy and enjoy the evening little man.” 

Bill was offended by being called ‘little man’ but decided to let it slide as he offered Steel a seat on the loveseat. Bill took his normal seat on the couch and waited for Kara to come back knowing he’d feel better with her seated beside him. Kara entered the room carrying a tray and soon dispensed drinks to everyone before sitting next to Steel on the loveseat making Bill very nervous and upset. Before Bill could say anything about the seating arrangement Kara began speaking with their guest. 

“So Mr. Steel this must be a fun job for you getting to travel around and wrestle for a living” Kara said. 

“Please, it’s just Steel” The black man said, “And yes it does have its advantages. I get to meet all kinds of interesting people.” 

Kara said, “Well I’m thrilled you’re here. Bill has always told me how well he’d do in a real fight or wrestling match and I can’t wait to see him strut his stuff. We are big fans of boxing, wrestling, and MMA and every time we watch Bill tells me all the things the fighters are doing wrong and how he would easily defeat them were he in the ring.” 

“Is that right?” Steel said with a dark glance toward Bill. 

Bill, knowing this was all part of the show said, “Sure, it’s obvious which fights are rigged and which ones are real, and all it takes is a little knowledge of strategy to see how to overcome any opponent. It’s all about brains over brawn anyway. Everyone from 

Bruce Lee to Mike Tyson had more showman than athlete in him, it’s all about leverage instead of muscle.” 

Bill was suddenly made unsure by the look he got from Steel but decided that too was part of the act and decided to ham it up by returning the threatening glare. Kara noticed the way the men looked at each other and could already feel herself getting wet. This was going to be amazing! 

When the trio finished their drinks Kara said it was time to move to the basement and get started. Bill stood up first and said, “Don’t worry Steel old boy, I’ll take it easy on you.” 

Steel had the look of a man trying to make a decision and that statement from Bill seemed to push him in a certain direction. He stood up and said, “If you’ll excuse me I brought the wrong bag in with me so I’ll just run out to my car and get the other one.” With that the large black man exited the house to retrieve his gym bag. 

Kara wasted no time in saying to her husband, “Oh my god Bill that man is huge! Are you sure you can take him?” 

Bill, still under the impression that he was in complete control said, “Of course honey, the bigger they are the harder they fall.” 

Steel was just reentering the house and caught the last of what Bill was saying which only put a darker, more sinister look on the black man’s face. Kara and Bill were all too happy to play along with the scene and both glared at their guest in mock intimidation. 

The three of them made their way to the basement which had already been made up with wrestling mats and padding on the walls for protection. Kara was thrilled with the way the basement looked, it was as if they were all part of a private fight club and it was making her more excited by the second. 

Steel tossed his heavy looking bag to the floor and said, “So, what are we doing here? Best of three falls? A full pin? Submission hold? What’s up?” 

Bill, knowing the routine by heart said, “Oh we’ll be going best of five pins using submission holds. No tapping out.” 

Steel smiled and said, “I like that, no tap outs and all submission holds. Perfect. So little man you really think you have a chance against me?” 

Kara, being a huge fan of smack talk smiled and began to squeeze her thighs together. 

Bill, still playing a part said, “You know it! I’m gonna wipe the floor with you and prove to my lady what a real man looks like.” 

“Funny you should say it that way because I have an idea to make things more interesting. A little wager if you will. All the real men I fight always take me up on it. What do you say?” 

Bill laughed and said, “Well I’d have to know what the bet is first, I mean I’m not just going to blindly sign away my car or my house. What the wager?” 

Steel said, “Oh it’s simple enough. You see in that bag over there I have all the necessary items to dress a man up to look like a slutty woman. The bet is this, the loser has to dress like a woman and serve drinks to the winner while acting like a slutty little sissy bitch.” 

Bill and Kara both laughed at this but seeing the look on Steel’s face made Bill get very serious very fast. “Wait, you’re serious? You think the loser should dress like a woman and be a servant? That’s ridiculous!” 

Kara interrupted with, “Oh come on Billy, it’s all for fun. And besides I have faith in my big strong husband to win the day. It’ll make for some great birthday photos to see a big hulking man like Steel here dressed as a woman and serving us drinks. It’ll be funny as hell.” 

Bill felt cornered but still held on to the fact that he’d learned the routine and knew in the end he would be the winner. So against his better judgement the diminutive white husband agreed to the challenge. 

Steel smiled and said, “There you go, that’s the spirit. I find most couples agree to this wager as a way to spice things up in the marriage. It’s all in good fun like your lovely wife said. All in good fun.” 

Steel looked Kara up and down as he said the last part making her blush at the attention. Bill was oblivious to the exchange as he was stretching to get ready for the contest. Steel, seeing how distracted Bill was decided to push things a bit further and moved in very close to Kara as he placed his hands on her hips and slowly guided her to the only chair in the room. Kara felt her pulse quicken and her breath caught in her throat when she felt the large black hands on her hips. She was close enough to smell the man’s natural musk and felt lightheaded for a second. As she sat in the chair and her eyes became level with Steel’s crotch she noticed for the first time the enormous bulge in his pants. She was shocked and embarrassed at the same time. Shocked at the thought of anyone having a penis that long and thick, while embarrassed at the knowledge that Steel had seen her looking at his package. The white wife blushed and turned her head as the black man laughed and whispered to himself, “Too easy”, before turning to face his opponent. 

Chapter 3 

The two men faced each other and began circling around the room sizing one another up. Bill was smiling and almost dancing around the floor in his excitement at what was to come. Not only would he get to beat a much larger man but that man would then have to humiliate himself in a dress. This would be an epic night culminating in a hot love making session with his beautiful wife. 

As prearranged, Kara would signal the beginning of the match knowing each round would end only with one man being held in a paralysing submission hold. The first man to reach three pins would win. Kara fully expected her husband to win quickly and easily after all the years of bragging about his skills to her as they watched fight after fight on tv. 

With a nod from the men Kara giggled and said, “Ding, Ding” signalling the start of the night’s activities. The two men moved cautiously toward each other both eying up the other for any sign of weakness. Bill moved in quickly and performed the first throw he’d practiced. With an ease that surprised the white man he lifted and threw the black man onto the floor before pouncing on him to hold his right leg in one arm and his thick neck in the other. Round one was over just as Bill had practiced it and he felt wonderful. His nerves were gone as he realized Steel was following the script exactly. 

Bill jumped up and proclaimed, “I’m the best! I’m gonna mess you up man!” While Kara cheered out, “Way to go baby! I knew you could do it!” 

If Bill or Kara could see the evil smile on Steel’s face neither of them would feel so happy or comfortable. 

The men began circling each other again before Steel moved in and manhandled poor Bill like he was a rag doll. The black man moved quickly for a man of his size and pulled Bill into several humiliating positions each time letting him go before it was considered a pin. At one point the black man held the smaller white man’s face into his sweaty armpit for a second or two. Another move found Bill face uncomfortably close to the crack of Steel’s ass before the black man finally held him to the floor with his big, bare, stinky feet pressed against the white boy’s face. The game was tied up now. 

Bill was furious but did not want Kara to suspect any foul play but this latest series was not part of the plan. Steel had humiliated him on purpose and Bill was now ready to play for keeps. He went through the next moves in his mind knowing he could perform them perfectly. 

Steel was smiling as if he were only toying with the white boy while Kara was shouting words of encouragement to her husband, letting him know he had her full support. 

The third round went exactly as expected for Bill and all the moves were followed to the letter. He won with an easy pin and felt better about the match now that he was one pin away from success. He thought Steel must have flipped the script just to prove a point and maintain some measure of dignity. That’s ok Bill thought, I’m gonna win this anyway. 

The fourth round was underway and Bill was feeling great. He began to play out the exact moves to put Steel away but suddenly found himself in a real contest once again. Steel was tossing him around like he weighed nothing. The black man was humiliating Bill with every move before finally placing him in a hold that would spell the end of the round. Steel was sitting atop Bill with his muscular ass resting on the white man’s face while he held Bill’s legs down with his hands and pinned the white boy’s arms under his thick legs. Bill could feel the sweat from the black man’s ass all over his face and could smell the thick, humid stench of another man’s balls and ass for the first time in his life. The problem was that Steel was toying with him by letting him move around just enough to make it look like he wasn’t pinned down. The black man was enjoying rubbing his sweaty ass into the arrogant white boy’s face and didn’t want it to end. 

Kara was cheering on her husband but at the same time was admiring the muscles covering the dark man’s body. She found herself getting wet watching this stranger manhandle her husband and felt slightly ashamed for her thoughts. 

After a few minutes of tormenting the white boy, Steel finally held him completely still in a full submission hold ending the round. Bill was a mess. His face was deep red in color and his hair was soaked and sticking up at odd angles. He could still smell the bigger man’s ass on his face and was furious with what had occurred. Still not wanting to upset Kara by cluing her in he decided to talk to Steel privately. He took the black man’s arm and said to his wife, “We need a little water break before continuing dear.” Then he led Steel over to the far corner of the basement to retrieve water bottles from the fridge. 

“What the fuck man?” Bill whispered angrily. “You aren’t following the script! What the fuck are you doing?” 

Steel looked down smugly at Bill and said, “What script? Oh you mean the fake fight your wife isn’t supposed to know about? That script? Maybe we should tell her all about it and let her know what a fake you are. Let her know her husband wasn’t man enough for a real match so he set the whole thing up as a lie. I’ll bet she’ll love that.” 

Bill was shocked and stammered, “What are you talking about? This is what I paid for, to win the match. You can’t just change the rules. I’ll call your boss and have you fired!” 

“First” Steel said, “I am the boss. I own the company. Second, you’re just another bitch ass white boy trying to make a black man look bad and I won’t have that. Third, your choice right now is this, either tell your wife this whole thing was a fake and that you are just a punk ass sissy, or fight me one more round, winner takes all.” 

“What does that mean?” the white boy asked. “Winner takes all of what?” 

“Well”, Steel answered with a grin, “the loser will have to dress up like a little bitch, sissy and spend the rest of the night serving the winner and the lovely Kara. Then we’ll find out for sure just how your wife feels. Will she still want to stick around with you dressed like a bitch or will she make a move on a fine looking brother like me?” 

“You’re insane! I’m putting a stop to this right now” Bill said. But as he turned to look at Kara she gave him a thumbs up and a big smile that melted his heart. He couldn’t admit what he’d done. He would never want her to know how he’d tried to manipulate her, and on her birthday. 

As the white boy slowly turned back to Steel, the black man knew he’d already won. This white bitch was going to fall just like all the others. Steel had made a habit out of squashing the spirit of white boys like Bill and turning them into prancing, sissy, sluts while taking their wives as his own personal, married, white, fuck toys. His system worked like a charm as the white boys never failed to keep up the lie until it was too late. By the time Bill caught on to what was really happening it would be too late for him to back out and his beautiful wife would belong to Steel. 

“All right you bastard, last round, winner takes all. I’ll keep my end of the bargen, but will you? I mean if I win I will do everything I can to humiliate you while you dress up and serve us.” Bill said with anger in his voice. 

“Oh I will absolutely keep my end of the bet” Steel said with a smile. 

The two fighters moved back to the middle of the room both looking more determined than ever and as Kara gave the signal for the final round they attacked each other in a frenzy. Bill had thrown out the script and was trying every move he’d ever seen the professionals perform in all the matches he’d watched. There’s a great divide though between watching and doing as the poor white boy soon found out. Steel was a pro and he moved with the speed and agility of someone with years of experience. He made Bill look like a fool. Even Kara could see how ridiculous her husband looked squaring off against this black giant. 

The surprising thing for Kara was how excited she was getting watching her husband being humiliated. She couldn’t take her eyes off of Steel as he manhandled Bill bending him in terrible and uncomfortable positions. Bill was making high pitched squeals and squeaks occasionally yelping in pain like a little girl and Kara had a hard time not laughing at his pitiful display. She was seeing her husband in a brand new light. Gone was the self assured, rugged, athletic man she’d married and here was a blubbering, weak willed, sissy getting his ass handed to him by a thundering god of a black man. 

Kara was squeezing her thighs together and moaning in pleasure as she stared at Steel’s shapely ass and sculpted muscles. She almost came on the spot when she saw Steel’s huge, bulging cock, straining against his pants and actually did squeal out loud when that thick tool grazed her husband’s face as Steel put him in yet another humiliating hold. 

Steel was dragging this out as long as he could for Kara’s benefit. He knew by the look on her face that she was enjoying the show far too much. The black man abused Kara’s husband for more than 20 minutes before finally grabbing him in a sleeper hold that caused the white boy to pass out. Steel dropped the unconscious white boy to the ground and stood up in triumph as Kara checked to see that Bill was alright. 

“He’s just asleep” Steel said, “white boys just can’t handle this solid, steel, muscle.” 

Kara felt guilty and scared as she stood up, gazed into Steel’s eyes and said, “So, what happens now?” 

Steel smiled and said, “Well your hubby lost so I guess we dress him in his loser gear. We’ll make him look real pretty for when he wakes up. What do you say?” 

“Well” Kara said, “A bet is a bet so I guess we have no choice. Let’s see what you’ve got in that bag. Hopefully it won’t be too bad for Bill. I just wish he’d been honest about his fighting skills.” 

Chapter 4 

Bill woke with a start and immediately realized he was lying on the couch in his basement. His head was spinning and he felt sore all over so he lay still for a minute to regain his bearings. It was then he noticed conversation and laughter across the room so he listened in to what was being said. 

Kara was giggling as she said, “Oh he’s going to be so angry when he wakes up, you are so mean Jerome. I can’t believe you do this regularly. But maybe it’ll teach Bill a lesson about pretending to be something he’s not.” 

Bill then heard a man’s voice and slowly recognized it as Steel, the man who’d tricked him in a wrestling match. “Well Kara it’s actually for his own good. You see there’s a certain sense of false self worth that all white men carry with them to make them feel superior in some way. But it’s just racist propaganda stemming from centuries of misinformation. So I like to show them the error of their way in my own personal style. Call it a form of reparations if you will.” 

Bill had heard enough and quickly sat up to confront the man but immediately realized something was very wrong. For starters there was something in his eyes which he found to be long, curly, blonde hair. He was wearing a wig! Bill sat up straight and regretted it instantly. He knew what had happened without further thought. The bastard had dressed him in women’s clothing. 

Bill looked down in horror and saw the last thing he expected, breasts. He was wearing a pair of false tits! Huge tits too by the look of them, at least a 42DD if he was any judge. The false decolletage was framed in pink lace by a plunging neckline from what could only be described as a summer dress. HIs legs were encased in a lighter shade of pink stockings that ended just over his knees. He also noticed his feet now sported a pair of 4 inch heels and looking down the length of his legs Bill instantly regretted ever having kept them bare of any hair for swimming. 

He noticed several tacky bracelets and rings adorning his wrists and fingers as well as a necklace with the letters BBC in solid gold resting between his enormous fake tits. 

Bill was outraged and tried unsuccessfully to stand and confront his tormentor but fell back on his ass due to the unfamiliarity of high heels. It was then Bill noticed another discomfort that was somewhat alarming. There was something like a thin string riding up the entire length of his butt crack and he assumed to his embarrassment that it was a pair of thong panties. My god! He’d been stripped completely by that black bastard. And Kara? Had she been a willing participant in his humiliation? It was time for some answers. 

Bill looked across the room to see his wife sitting on the opposing couch next to that prick Steel both staring at him with different looks. Steel was smirking like the conquering hero while Kara looked embarrassed but also slightly amused by her husband’s appearance. 

Bill said, “What the fuck is going on?” 

To which Steel replied, “Well I think you know. You lost fair and square right? I mean you have no reason to contest our match do you? It was all on the level right?” 

Bill squirmed in his seat as he understood the full intent of Steel’s questions. He had trapped Bill into keeping his mouth shut about the fake wrestling match in order to keep Kara in the dark. Bill had no choice but to say, “Yes, of course. I lost and a bet is a bet. But I didn’t think it would go this far. I mean I have tits for christ’s sake!” 

Steel laughed out loud and Kara lowered her head to hide an involuntary smile. Steel continued his explanation. “It’s very simple Billy, you now have to serve us drinks while we get to know each other a little better. We’ve already had a lovely chat while getting you properly made up so we have a head start on the drinks and conversation. But we’re both eager to have our maid serve us now. Right Kara?” 

“I...I guess so” Kara said, “I mean Jerome, that’s Steel’s real name by the way, Jerome explained to me all about the hidden racism inherent in all white men’s thinking. You can’t really help it dear, it’s just the way society made you. So a little lesson like this will help you in the long run. After all you’re not a racist are you dear?” 

Bill quickly said, “No! Of course not!”, before fading back to silence still trying to wrap his head around these startling events. He did however notice the slight slurring of words and little tilt to Kara’s head indicating she was on at least her third drink. Bill knew the signs of his wife getting drunk quite well. 

Bill stood up on shaky legs and found it possible to stand on his heels if he was very careful and moved slowly and with precision. He took a few cautious steps and found he could walk successfully if he took small, mincing steps keeping his feet moving one directly in front of the other. The unfortunate result of this was that Bill’s movements looked exactly like those of a slutty woman trying to seduce men. His hips swayed and his ass moved in a very provocative almost hypnotic way. 

Bill said, “So Jerome..” But was cut off by a commanding shout from the black man. “No! You will call me Mr. Steel. Your lovely wife can call me by my given name but our servant will address us as Mr. Steel and Ms. Kara. Do you understand?” 

Bill was about to argue but the menacing look from Steel kept him quiet. Bill was afraid of angering this man as he’d already been on the receiving end of his wrestling skills and didn’t want to find out how hard the man could hit. So he swallowed his pride and said in a soft voice, “Yes Mr. Steel.” 

Kara’s eyes flew open and she was in shock at seeing her big, strong husband capitulate in such a way to the bigger, black man. She never imagined Bill could be such a, well such a coward. It was very enlightening and in her tipsy state of mind Kara actually giggled out loud much to the deep shame of her husband. 

Steel looked Bill over and shook his head before saying, “Damn I gotta admit you make a very convincing woman there Billy. I mean you have a frame for it and no body hair at all. I’d swear you were well on your way to becoming a girl on your own.” 

Bill said, “That’s not funny! This was all your idea, not mine. Let’s just get this over with quickly.” 

Steel smiled that threatening smile Bill had come to fear and said, “By all means Billy let’s get this show on the road. But now that I hear it, Billy doesn’t really work for me. I mean you don’t look like a Bill or even a Billy so let’s find you a more suitable name shall we?” 

Bill was shaking in humiliation as he saw Steel and Kara lean in and begin whispering to each other. The poor white boy had never felt such raw degradation before and was growing even more embarrassed by the way his wife seemed to be taking to his humiliation. When the two finally parted and looked his way, Bill was frightened by the amused looks on both their faces. 

“Well” Steel started, “Kara was very helpful in picking out a name for our little servant. It seems she had a doll when she was a girl that she played with all the time. She really loved that doll. So much so that she even named her exactly what she was, Dolly. So we thought Dolly would make a great new name for you. What do you think, Dolly?” 

Bill was mortified and said, “Ok, that’s far enough! I’m done playing your sadistic game. I won’t be humiliated any longer!” 

Steel stood up and moved to Bill putting his arm around the blushing white boy’s shoulders while saying to Kara, “One minute please Kara, Dolly and I need to have a private chat.” And with that he pulled Bill with him into the corner of the basement. 

“Now you listen to me you sissy, fucking white boy! There will be no more of this bullshit from you. You will behave or I will wreck your life. You see while Kara was mixing us drinks I took the liberty of snapping a few photos of you in various states of undress right up till we got you looking so feminized. I also did a little snooping around and found the names and addresses of your parents, your siblings, your good friends, and of course your boss and I will send every one of them the pics of you dressing like a little sissy bitch. And before you say anything about how you’ll just explain it away as a prank or a costume party you better know the whole truth. You see I also sneaked a couple of pics of you dressed up like this with my big, black, dick resting on your lips.” 

Bill was in shock and tried to pull away from Steel but found himself held fast. He struggled to get away but the black man was too powerful. Bill felt his eyes filling with tears as he wondered what the hell he’d gotten himself into. This was supposed to be a nice birthday gift for Kara. Beat this guy at wrestling then fuck his wife. That was it! But now it was all spiralling out of control and Bill was becoming quite frightened by the black thug holding him close. 

Bill was thinking of every possible way to get out of this predicament but Steel quickly shut the door on that way of thinking by guiding Bill toward the wall mirror and showing him the extent of his debasement. Bill looked into the mirror and saw a sexy looking blond woman staring back. He was wearing makeup. And lots of it too. He looked like a street whore. Bill sniffed back tears as he stared at his slutty face but was interrupted by Steel who was moving his phone in front of the white boy’s face. 

“In case you get any ideas Dolly, take a look at these.” The black bully said. 

As he scrolled through the pics Bill felt his strength and resolve melting away. He saw himself in panties first, then the stockings, the fake tits, a bra, and finally the dress, wig and makeup. He then saw the photos that broke him. Somehow Steel had managed to have Bill’s eyes open when he placed his black cock between the white boys lips. Bill was sunk and he knew it. 

The whtie boy sagged in defeat while his tormentor whispered to him, “Now we are going back over there to Kara and you are going to be a good little girl. You will serve us drinks with a smile. You will do everything you’re told without argument no matter what you see or hear. I’ve decided to take a run at your wife and I want no trouble from you bitch. You understand?” 

Bill was trembling with rage and fear when he turned on Steel and tried to punch the big man in the face. Steel was too quick though and easily subdued the smaller white boy without Kara noticing a thing. Steel held tightly onto Bill’s wrists and twisted them savagely making the white boy whimper in pain. 

Steel looked deep into Bill’s eyes and asked, “I said, do you understand?” 

Bill was sniffling back tears and whimpering like a little sissy as he looked up at his captor and said, “Yes Mr. Steel I understand.” 

The white boy did as he was told and put on a fake smile as they made their way back to Kara. She asked, “Is everything ok?” 

Steel looked threateningly at Bill and the defeated white boy smiled at his wife and said, “Yes Ms. Kara, everything is fine.” 

Kara giggled and clapped her hands looking thrilled with the new game. She was showing definite signs of the alcohol messing with her mind but she was happy at the same time. 

Steel stood smiling down at Kara with his hand on the back of Bill’s neck as he said, “Well then let’s get this party started shall we? Dolly, go fetch us a couple of fresh drinks.” 

Bill knew it was now or never. Either he would stand up to this thug or he would bow to him like a little bitch. Steel squeezed Bill’s neck tightly giving the white boy a clear message so Bill looked up into that menacing black face and said, “Yes Mr. Steel, right away sir” before hurrying off to the kitchen. Steel and Kara sat together on the couch watching him go. 

Chapter 5 

When Bill returned to the basement he was carrying a tray on which he balanced two rather tall mixed drinks. He moved to the couch but was stopped by Steel who held up one finger in a ‘wait there’ motion that made the white boy feel like a fool. 

Kara was wrapping up a funny story and when she finished, she and Steel both had a good laugh before Steel looked at Bill and said, “Thank you Dolly, you may serve us now.” 

Dolly handed each a drink while saying, “Yes Sir, thank you Mr. Steel” to which Kara laughed even harder. She was obviously feeling the effect of the drinks and Bill was beginning to worry about where this evening was headed. 

Dolly was made to stand next to the couch awaiting further orders while Kara and Steel conversed like two people on a first date. The poor white sissy was in hell as he watched his wife fawn over this black bastard. She was saying things like, “Oh Jerome, you’re so funny” and “Wow you must be a hell of a fighter Jerome” and “No, Bill, I mean Dolly doesn’t do dangerous things like skydiving or white water rafting. I don’t think he’s as adventurous as you are Jerome”. 

Bill could feel the heat of intense blushing as he listened to his wife flirt with the black thug who’d beaten and humiliated him. The white boy was furious as well as terrified of his current situation but knew better than to make a scene. This bastard could wreck his entire life so maybe it would be best to just trust his wife. He’d let things play out safe in the knowledge that Kara would never do anything to jeopardize their marriage. He’d just have to be cool for a couple of hours till the black man had his fun then it would all be over. 

Steel snapped his thick fingers and said, “Another round Dolly, and be quick about it.” 

Kara snort laughed when her husband said, “Yes Mr. Steel, right away sir.” 

Bill heard his wife saying, “I’m seeing a whole other side to my little Dolly tonight Jerome. You certainly have her obeying like a good girl.” 

Bill felt fresh tears fill his eyes as he made his way up the stairs digesting what his wife had just said. He made the couple a fresh pair of drinks and made his way back to the basement feeling nothing but shame and dread. 

As Bill rounded the corner he saw a sight that burned into his brain. Steel had his arm around Kara and his lips pressed against her ear as he whispered to her softly. Kara was wide eyed and had a look of pure lust on her face as she listened to the black man’s secret words. 

When Dolly interrupted with the drinks Steel leaned back a bit but kept his arm around Kara’s shoulders as he smiled up and accepted his drink. Kara looked sheepishly at Bill as she took her drink but did nothing to force the big man to move his arm. Bill wanted desperately to say something but the look in Steel’s eyes kept him silent as he stood rigid by the side of the couch watching this thug put the moves on his wife. 

By the time they finished this round of drinks Kara was obviously fawning over Steel, giggling at his every word and running her hand across his broad chest. For his part, Steel had his hand on Kara’s thigh and kept moving it up a little higher and a bit further inside with every minute of their conversation. 

Bill was livid but too afraid to step in. He knew a real man would kick this intruder out of his home and keep his wife far away from him but poor Bill was simply too scared. He knew he had no chance against this huge, black, man and didn’t want to get beat up. Besides, his wife was laughing and obviously having a good time so what could he do?   

After being sent away for more drinks Bill returned to find his wife and the black man kissing. They were kissing! Right here in Bill’s home this black bastard was kissing his wife! 

But it was Dolly who confronted the couple on the couch. Dolly stood shaking in fear, humiliation, and anger as she cleared her throat and said in a tiny voice, “Um, excuse me. Excuse me please but what is going on?” 

Kara at least had the courtesy to look embarrassed as she pulled away from Steel’s embrace. She looked guiltily up at her husband and was about to apologize and beg his forgiveness but what she saw instead was a trampy looking blonde holding a tray of drinks and looking like a frightened deer. 

Something in Kara snapped at that moment and she practically snarled at Bill, “Why are you interrupting us Dolly? Can’t you see we’re busy? Just set the drinks down and go stand in the corner.” 

Bill almost dropped the tray. He almost screamed at her. He almost threw a fit and attacked the black man. Almost. But Dolly said, “Yes Ms. Kara” before setting the drinks down and slowly walking to the corner of the room to stand sobbing as she watched her wife lean in to kiss the black thug again. 

In all his life Bill never imagined he would be subjected to such raw humiliation. Here he stood in a dress, high heels, a wig and makeup while his beautiful wife made out with a stranger on the couch. He watched through blurry tears as the black man fondled Kara’s large breasts. He sobbed as he saw the black hand move up under his wife’s shirt and bra pushing them both out of the way as he played with her nipples, tweaking, twisting, and pulling them making Kara moan with pleasure. Bill watched in horror as his wife unbuttoned Steel’s pants and released his huge, semi erect cock. While the white sissy stood there and watched his beautiful wife was stroking another man’s dick. Her delicate hand moved up and down the dark, black shaft making a striking color contrast. 

Steel looked directly over at Dolly as he placed his large hand on the back of Kara’s head and pulled it down into his lap. The black man smiled as Kara parted her lips and took the head of his cock inside with a lustful moan. Dolly had fresh tears running down her face as Steel stared at her the entire time Kara was sucking and licking the impressive black tool. Before long the thick, black cock grew to its full length and Kara was having trouble managing her sloppy blowjob. She was forced to use both hands to stroke the monster cock as she licked and sucked all over the mushroom shaped head, her own saliva running down the length to provide lubrication for her stroking hands. 

Bill had seen his wife drunk before but never cock drunk. And that’s exactly what had happened to Kara, she had become cock drunk, completely blinded to anything but the amazing dick in her mouth. Her entire world view was now a myopic tunnel focused only on pleasing the wonderful, thick cock of this black god. 

Bill wanted to scream but it was Dolly who had taken control. Dolly stood in the corner weeping softly as she watched her world crumble. Bill would later tell himself it wasn’t him, it was Dolly whose tiny peter started to strain against her panties at the obscene spectacle in front of her. It was Dolly who felt the shame of an erection while watching Kara slobber all over a black man’s cock. 

Steel was thrilled as he watched the white boy squirm in discomfort knowing full well the signs of a sissy popping an erection. This was all too easy for Steel. White boys all wanted to be feminized bitches for black men, every damn one of them. It was just a matter of releasing the hidden sissy in all of them and no one was better at this than Jerome ‘Steel’ Jefferson. 

After nearly twenty minutes Steel finally felt his big balls tighten up in impending release so he pulled the reluctant white wife from his massive cock and was delighted by the popping sound her sucking mouth made when the plum sized head popped free. Jerome took Kara’s hand and gently pulled her up from the couch. 

He kicked off the pants and underwear resting around his ankles and began guiding the white wife toward the stairs. 

Bill tried to speak up but Steel shut him up with, “You stay right the fuck where you are Dolly. If we need you, we’ll call you but don’t you fucking move an inch.” 

Dolly’s voice quivered when she answered, “Yes Mr. Steel. I’ll wait right here sir.” 

Kara looked lost in a trance of lust, alcohol, and excitement as she allowed herself to be led up the stairs and out of her husband’s sight. She barely had the presence of mind to hit the light switch plunging poor Dolly into total darkness as Steel closed the basement door. 

Chapter 6 

A month later Bill’s life had taken a dark turn. He often thought back to that fateful night wondering if there was anything he could have done to stop Mr. Steel from making Kara his lover. He remembered vividly standing there in the dark basement all night long listening through the heating ducts as the black stud ravaged his white wife over and over. They’d fucked all night as the black man had stamina Bill never imagined possible and he’d heard  every thrust, every cry of passion, every laugh and giggle, and every time his wife shouted out the name Jerome. 

Now a month had passed and Mr. Steel was a regular visitor in the home of Bill and Kara. He’d been here every single night during the week and every minute of every weekend. Steel and Kara were lovers now much to Bill’s shame but there was nothing he could do. The black bastard had recorded so many humiliating events over the past several weeks that Bill was now Dolly full time at home. She could not escape the new life Mr. Steel and Ms. Kara had made for her. 

Those first few days after that horrible night were hopeful for Dolly. Kara seemed embarrassed and guilty at having cheated on her husband but the knowledge that Bill had stayed in that basement dressed as Dolly all night without ever trying to stop what was happening upstairs cemented Steel’s hold over the couple. The black man used this to warp Kara into believing her husband wanted things this way. He was very convincing in his interpretation of the events leading to their coupling and had Kara seeing things his way in no time. She honestly believed him when he said all white men wanted to be sissies for black men. She believed that her white husband deserved his new lot in life after so many centuries of whites oppressing blacks. Kara was a Queen of Spades and had cuckolded her sissy, white husband just like Jerome had wanted. And truthfully she was having the time of her life with a powerful black stud in her bed every night and a simpering, sissy, white boy serving them like royalty. Oh she still loved her husband very much, she just didn’t respect him at all. 

Dolly, for her part, couldn’t be more miserable. She’d been moved from the master bedroom into the guest room in the first week of Mr. Steel’s reign. The room was now painted a light pink color and the windows were adorned with pink and white ruffled curtains. A red heart shaped throw rug covered most of the floor and a four post, canopy bed with frilly lace trim took up one corner. The bed was a twin with pink sheets sporting pictures of unicorns, rainbows, clouds, and lollipops making it look like a young girl’s nightmare. The only other furniture was a small dresser and a wardrobe both filled with women’s clothing. Everything from panties to stockings, from dresses to nighties. It was all there. Everything a slutty sissy could hope for could be found in Dolly’s room. There was a dressmaker’s mannequin in the corner which held Dolly’s wig, false breasts, false hips, and panty gaff when not in use. The gaff was a fake pussy that covered poor Dolly’s tiny pecker and made her look like she had cameltoe any time she wore tight pants. 

In the closet you could find a small assortment of boy’s clothing that Dolly only wore to work. Under her suits she was forced to wear her female underwear and stockings but as soon as she got home from work it was time to become a proper sissy. 

Dolly had become an expert at making up her face and at walking in six inch heels. She’d learned under the strict guidance of Mr. Steel and Ms. Kara how to behave like a slut. Today she was dressed in her French Maid’s outfit consisting of a short black skirt with white ruffled lace underneath. A low cut black top with white lace trimming the neckline and sleeves, showing off her impressive cleavage. She sported black thigh high stockings and a garter belt. Her white silk panties hid her chastity caged little penis from sight much to her constant consternation. She’d been locked in this horrible device for weeks because Mr. Steel didn’t want her playing with her clitty and Ms. Kara had agreed saying her little Dolly was more well behaved when she was frustrated. 

A pair of six inch black, stiletto heels and a frilly maid’s cap completed the ensemble as Dolly went about cleaning the house for tonight’s entertainment. Mr. Steel had invited his friend Dominic and his girlfriend over for drinks so Dolly was busy making sure everything was perfect. She had made snacks for the two couples and stocked the fridge with imported beer and the liquor cabinet with all Mr. Steel’s and Ms. Kara’s favorites. 

Ms. Kara was lounging on the couch sipping an iced tea and reading a magazine while Dolly worked to straighten the house. Kara had come to love this life of leisure as Dolly now did all the housework. Yes Kara had taken to this new life very quickly. 

Dolly stopped what she was doing and made her way to the front door as she heard a car door slam. When Mr. Steel entered the house Dolly was waiting to hang up his coat then drop to her knees and remove her master’s shoes. For that’s what Mr. Steel was now the master of the house. He lived like royalty being served by his sissy, white boy and fucking his hot white woman every night. He’d been staying here so much that he figured it was time to sell his house and move in permanently with his cute little white couple. 

Dolly removed Mr. Steel’s shoes and placed them carefully on the shoe rack before following her superior into the living room. Jerome and Kara kissed like long time lovers before snuggling close together on the couch. Dolly stood there awaiting orders. Jerome and Kara talked for a while about their day before Kara snapped her fingers at her hubby and said, “Dolly honey, go open a bottle of wine and pour two glasses for us before dinner.” 

Dolly blushed in shame but said, “Yes ma’am” before rushing to the kitchen to comply. Dolly returned with the wine and told the seated couple dinner would be ready in an hour which put an evil smile on Mr. Steel’s face as he said, “Well then there’s plenty of time for you to help me relax Dolly. How about one of your special foot massages?” 

Dolly blushed and glanced in shame at Kara before responding, “Yes Sir Mr. Steel”. The embarrassed sissy then got to her knees before the black stud and removed his socks, folding them and setting them to the side. She then took Mr. Steel’s right foot in her delicately manicured hands and began massaging the better man’s calloused black sole. Dolly was very careful not to show any emotion as the rancid odor of the black man’s feet assaulted her nose because she knew from experience this would earn her a spanking. 

Dolly couldn’t help but think of all the humiliation she’d suffered at the hands of this black monster as she rubbed his stinking feet. Mr. Steel routinely made Dolly hold his massive cock while he pissed into the toilet. Dolly had to aim carefully so as not to spill a drop or Mr. Steel would make her lick it up. The black man said it was important for a sissy to feel a real man’s cock as he relieved himself so the sissy could understand her place. 

Another of Dolly’s chores was to bathe Ms. Kara. While the white wife soaked in the tub her husband softly cleaned her with a sponge. This of course made Dolly’s little clitty hard which made it press against the plastic cage causing the sissy to squirm in pain much to Kara’s amusement. 

Another of Mr. Steel’s favorite tortures was to have Dolly beggin on her knees like a dog as the black master tossed bits of food at her. If Dolly could catch the food in her mouth she could eat it but any she missed was thrown away. Kara always laughed at the way 

Dolly’s huge silicone tits wobbled as she strained to catch each morsel of food. 

Dolly was also used as the couples cleanup bitch after sex. It had taken a severe beating from Mr. Steel to get Dolly to perform this duty but now the sissy happily licked Ms. Kara’s pussy clean of Mr. Steel’s hot, thick, cum. Jerome was working on having the sissy lick him clean as well but was being patient as he knew how to string along a white boy. 

For Dolly the greatest humiliation came when the happy couple got bored. Usually on a weekend morning after a vigorous round of fucking Mr. Steel and Ms. Kara would lie in bed together snuggling while dreaming up ways to torture poor Dolly. The most fun they had was making the sissy lick their butts. Kara was wary of this at first but after Jerome demonstrated how much fun it was, she quickly joined in the humiliating game. They would make Dolly kiss their butt cheeks over and over moving back and forth between the lovers as they lounged on their stomachs watching tv. After properly worshipping their perfect ass with kisses it was time for Dolly to dig in as Mr. Steel liked to say. Then the poor sissy would take long licks up and down the asscracks of her wife and master while they sighed and laughed at the pure decadence they enjoyed. Before long Dolly would then have to make out with the couple’s assholes sticking her tongue as far up those fetid holes as possible while the lovers kissed each other and 

commented on Dolly’s talented tongue. At least sissies could lick ass well Jerome said. 

Dolly daydreamed of these horrible situations not because she wanted to but because she couldn’t help herself. Her life was one long humiliating, degrading, experience after another and she found herself dwelling on the worst of it all the time. It was a special kind of torture that gave the sissy no piece at all. 

As Dolly worked away massaging Jerome’s feet he and Kara snuggled and discussed tonight’s activities. They spoke about how nice it would be to have drinks with Dom and Stacy and whispered and giggled together about something else that Dolly couldn’t hear but that made her very nervous. 

After a very long foot massage Dolly was almost delighted to hear the timer ring announcing dinner was ready. She excused herself after putting Mr. Steel’s slippers on his pampered feet and went to the kitchen to set up the evening meal. After a few minutes Dolly announced it was time and Jerome and Kara moved into the dining room to be served by their sissy. 

Jerome and Kara sipped wine, chatted, and ate their meal without a care in the world as Dolly scampered around keeping the wine glasses full and serving food when commanded. When the meal was finished Mr. Steel and Ms. Kara went upstairs to get ready for their guests as Dolly cleaned up the mess and ate a quick salad for her dinner. She was kept on a very strict diet by her wife and was happy for any food she could get. 

Dolly soon heard the shower running and knew Ms. Kara and Mr. Steel would be in there together soaping each other’s bodies and making out like high school kids. For just a moment Bill felt real anger and wanted to run upstairs and stab the black bastard with the knife he was washing. This life of constant humiliation and degradation was too much for him to stand most days but the alternative was much worse. How could he live with being outed to his friends, family, and employer? No, it was better to obey and stay safe. So Dolly finished the dishes and went upstairs to dress for the evening. She knew Ms. Kara would have set out the outfit she was to wear for the couple’s date night. 

Chapter 7 

When the doorbell rang Mr. Steel and Ms. Kara smiled at some private joke and signalled Dolly to let their guests in. When Dolly opened the door she couldn’t have been more surprised for although there stood a tall, muscular, black man with a shapely, sexy, white woman on his arm, there was also a third person shyly hiding behind the grinning couple. Dolly immediately knew the score as she recognized another sissy white boy who was in all probability the husband of this stunning, buxom, white woman. Dolly stammered out a greeting and invited the trio into the house. She led them into the living room where Mr. Steel and Ms. Kara stood up to greet their guests. The men shook hands and the women exchanged a hug before the four of them took seats on the couch and loveseat leaving the two over dressed sissies to stand there stupidly. 

Dolly looked over the other sissy to see her dressed in a similar fashion as herself. Both wore tight fitting dresses that ended just under their asses, Dolly’s was red and the newcomer wore blue. They each wore stockings and garters as well as high heeled shoes, and plenty of jewelry and makeup. Where Dolly’s hair was long and curly blonde, the other sissy wore shoulder length, straight black hair with bangs. 

As the sissies eyed each other up Mr. Steel took charge of the proceedings like he owned the house instead of Bill. The large black man said, “Well it’s great to see you two, I’m glad we could all get together like this. Dolly why don’t you and...” 

“Cherry” the other black man, Dominic said. 

Mr. Steel continued, “Why don’t you and Cherry go fix us some drinks, is rum and coke good for everyone?” 

The other three seated all nodded their heads in agreement and Dolly quickly turned and walked to the kitchen without bothering to see if Cherry was following. As the sissies left the room the two couples burst out in laughter at this surprise meeting of sissy white boys much to Dolly’s and Cherry’s humiliation. 

Alone in the kitchen together the white boys began mixing drinks when Cherry spoke up, “My name’s actually Tim in case you’re interested.” 

Dolly blushed and said, “I’m Bill and I guess you already know Kara is my wife.” 

Tim nodded and said, “Yeah I figured as much. I knew Master Dom and Mistress Stacy had something particularly degrading in store tonight, I just didn’t think it would be this.” 

Dolly said, “Yes I have a very bad feeling tonight is going to be a nightmare. But we better get them their drinks or there could be trouble.” 

Cherry answered, “I know, I don’t need another lesson with Master Dom’s belt” a statement that sent chills down Dolly’s spine. 

When the sissies returned to the room and handed out the drinks they were told to kneel side by side on the floor before the two couples. The white boys knelt beside each other in fear and shame as they awaited further humiliating orders from their cruel spouses and their black lovers. 

Ms. Kara said, “Ok now Dolly we have a few rules for you. You will address our friends as Mr. Dominic and Ms. Stacy and you will obey them as if the commands came from one of us. Is that clear?” 

Dolly choked back a sob and said, “Yes Ma’am” before diverting her eyes to the floor. 

Ms. Stacy said, “And you little Cherry will behave yourself too. Our friends are Master Steel and Mistress Kara to you.” 

Cherry said with tears in her eyes, “Yes Mistress Stacy I will be a good girl.” 

The two couples chatted away for a couple of hours during which time the sissies knelt in silence except for bringing two more rounds of drinks when ordered. The black men and their white lovers were all fairly well lubricated at this point from the drinks and Jerome decided it was time to have a little fun. 

The black man smiled and said, “So little sissies I think it’s time you entertain your betters. We’ve decided we’d like to see a little wrestling match between you two. How does that sound?” 

Dolly and Cherry were terrified but both sissies knew better than to argue so they said almost in unison, “Yes Sir”. 

The women both clapped in excitement while the real men stood and escorted them to the basement. The two scared little sissies followed in silence and dread. When they reached the basement Dolly was surprised to see the wrestling mats were back in place and the furniture had been moved. The couples all took seats around the padded area and sipped their drinks as Jerome laid out the rules. 

“Here’s what’s going to happen my little sissy bitches. The two of you are going to wrestle but not in the way you might think. You see your wrestling match will be to see which one of you can make the other squirt his weak sissy juice from his pathetic little clitty first. The winner will get the privilege of being allowed to fuck the loser’s sissy ass. Isn’t that fun?” Jerome said to the roaring laughter of Dom and the white wives. 

Dolly and Cherry were stunned. They could not believe how bad things had gotten but they both knew they were trapped and had no choice but to obey the black men who’d taken over their lives. But they both tried one last ditch effort to save themselves this horrible humiliation. 

Bill begged Kara while Tim did the same with Stacy. The white husbands were in tears as they pleaded with their wives not to allow this to happen. Kara and Stacy were amused by the whining and begging of their once proud husbands and their response was to laugh out loud at the crying sissies. Jerome allowed this display to go on for a few minutes before stepping in front of the sissy husbands and glaring at them with menacing eyes. The sissies got themselves under control and waited on their knees for more directions. 

The women continued to giggle softly as their hubbies were told how to behave. Jerome laid down the law for the white boys in short order. 

“Here’s the game ladies” Mr. Steel said to the sissies. “You will both be allowed to do whatever you want to the other in order to make her shoot. Kissing, fondling, rubbing, sucking, hell anything goes for you wimpy little bitches. We wanna see some serious sissy action. So for this contest you’ll both be freed from your sissy cages and allowed to let those clittys breathe.” 

Dom leaned forward and said, “Kara, Stace, would you lovely ladies mind freeing your pathetic husband’s little pink worms please?”

The women laughed and each went for the keys to their husbands chastity cages. Kara kept the key on a gold chain around her neck while Stacy wore hers on an anklet. The women retrieved the keys and told their husbands to pull down their panties. The horrified white boys did as ordered and reached up under their dresses to pull down their silky panties. The wives unlocked the little cages and removed them from their husband’s tiny penises both laughing at the others hubby. The sissies were then told to pull their panties back up which they did without comment. 

Mr. Steel acting as the MC for the event stood tall and said, “For tonight’s main event we have a couple of real sissy bitches. On the left we have little sissy Dolly in her form fitting red dress, and on the right side we have another pathetic bitch, sissy Cherry! These little faggots are going to put on a hell of a show tonight if they know what’s good for them. Now if the lovely Kara would give the signal these sissies can do what they do best, make each other cream their panties.” 

Kara giggled and said, “On your mark, get set, Go!” 

Dolly and Cherry just knelt there staring at the floor shaking in fear. After a few seconds the couples on the couch began to boo and jeer until the black men took action. In what had to have been a pre planned action Mr. Steel and Master Dom lept from their seats and each grabbed the arm of their respective sissy pulling the weaker white boys onto their laps face down. The men lifted the sissies dresses and pulled down their panties exposing two quivering white asses for everyone to laugh at. The black men smiled at each other and began spanking their white captives to the explosive laughter of the white wives. 

Dolly and Cherry were in hell. They were being punished by these cruel black men in front of their wives. The men beat the sissy’s asses mercilessly turning the soft, smooth skin of their asses bright red in seconds. The men carried on the abuse till they reached the pre arranged number of 25 swats before dumping the sissies onto the floor. 

Dolly and Cherry were crying and rubbing their stinging asses while writhing on the floor in abject humiliation. The black men sat back and picked up their drinks before Mr. Steel said, “Now let’s try that again shall we? Up on your knees sissies, c’mon up you go.” 

The couples snickered as they watched the poor white boys climb back onto their knees both sobbing with tears running freely down their cheeks. 

Kara said, “Ok girls, On your mark, Get set, Go!” 

This time the sissies moved. They turned to each other and reached out to embrace while leaning in for a first kiss. The couples on the couch were stunned into silence as they watched the humbled white boys move closer to each other their lips parting slightly. And then they were kissing. Just like that the two sissy husbands were making out with each other to the enjoyment of their audience. Kara could not believe that just a month ago she’d thought of Bill as a rugged man’s man and now here he was on his knees in a dress, wig, and makeup kissing another sissy white boy like they were lovers. 

The sissies knew the danger of noncompliance so they put everything they had into trying to make the other get excited enough to cum. They were soon fondling each other’s legs, hips, and asses while grinding their crotches together in a wanton display of faux lust. These were straight men performing in a gay contest for the entertainment of their own wives and their black lovers. It was humiliation beyond imagination for the white husbands as they kissed and fondled each other. 

Then it happened. Dolly felt her clitty begin to twitch. Oh my god Bill thought, I’m getting hard from making out with another guy. He then started to panic at the thought he might lose the contest so Dolly took over and reached down to softly begin stroking Cherry’s little clit. 

Cherry moaned into Dolly’s mouth before panicking about the feeling she was experiencing in her little clitty. She was terrified of losing so she too reached down and took hold of Dolly’s clit and began rubbing it. 

While the sissies got into their act the couples on the couches were in tranced. Kara had opened Jerome’s pants and was stroking his enormous cock while he fingered her sopping wet pussy. Not to be left out Stacy and Dom began the same action as they watched the sissy white boys humiliate themselves. 

The white hubbies were actually becoming aroused by their actions and had started to move into uncharted territory. Before long they found themselves lying side by side in an unbelievable sissy sixty nine. Kara and Stacy were in shock as they watched their husbands licking and sucking each other’s little peckers. It had been so long for the white boys that they were lost in the lustful feeling of finally having their pricks free. They both wanted to cum badly and forgot all about the contest in their haste to get off. 

The couples were getting excited as they watched the wanton display on the floor before them and both Dom and Jerome were rock hard thanks to the ministrations of their white women. The women too were panting in lust at the delicate fingering they received at the hands of the powerful black men. The room was filled with wet sloppy sounds and the scent of overheated pussy. 

But then it happened. Dolly could hold out no longer. With a cry of relief she shot her meager load into the sucking mouth of her sissy sister, Cherry. The room exploded in applause from the gallery as the sissy contest came to an explosive end. 

Dolly had never been more embarrassed. She wept softly both at the thrill of finally being allowed to cum and the fear of the upcoming punishment. Would she really be fucked by Cherry? Would Kara allow things to go that far? Dolly wept harder because she already knew the answer. 

When Mr. Steel ordered Dolly up onto her hands and knees the defeated sissy complied with sobs wracking her sweating body. Cherry was still hard from the sucking she’d received from Dolly and was too excited to think about anything other than finally cumming. So she quickly obeyed the command from Master Dom to take her place behind Dolly. 

The white women stroked their partners faster as the black fingers in their pussies worked their magic and all four people on the couches were breathing heavily. 

Cherry dribbled a mouthful of spit onto her hand and slowly rubbed it all over her straining clitty. Dolly was tense and scared as she awaited her fate and Cherry wasted no time in pushing her tiny penis into Dolly’s waiting hole. Dolly cried out in shame as she felt her virginity being stripped away. Cherry began to cry as she fucked Dolly’s ass with faster and faster strokes. The sissies hoped to die from the shame but their audience couldn’t have been happier. Jerome now owned this white couple completely. The camera’s he’d set up before hand made sure of that. Kara was his now and that little sissy husband of hers was their property. The black man smiled as his white girlfriend jacked him off to the sight of her husband being fucked like a sissy bitch. 

Cherry pounded away at Dolly’s hole for an entire minute and a half before blowing her little load like any sissy white boy would do. Jerome and Dominic laughed at the predictability of white sissies as they watched the spectacle before them. 

Cherry fell back from Dolly and her now shriveled little clitty came free of Dolly’s gripping hole. A small trickle of thin fluid leaked from Dolly’s asshole as she fell crying to the floor. The two sissies were both crying and curled into the fetal position as the black men stood and took the hands of the white wives to lead them upstairs. Jerome glanced over his shoulder and gave the command, “You two lovebirds clean up this basement and each other before coming upstairs. I want you both kneeling in the hallway upstairs while we fuck. You know, in case we need anything.” 

Jerome laughed and his friends joined in as they made their way upstairs for an epic all night foursome of interracial fucking. 

As for the sissies? Well Dolly and Cherry found solace in each other and embraced softly and lovingly before parting their lips and kissing each other with deep passion. They had formed an unbreakable sissy bond and knew their only happiness would come from each other from now on. As they broke their embrace and began cleaning the room the two sissies sighed as they imagined what life would be like going forward. 

The End