Checked Baggage! By Brian Masters (55 Pages) (Patreon)

Checked Baggage!

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. 

Checked Baggage

By Brian Masters 

Thomas turned off his computer and slumped back in his chair staring fearfully at his manager’s office door. He had just logged in his monthly sales numbers and knew without a doubt his manager, Linda, would want to speak with him about his flagging numbers. Thomas was terrified of losing this job as he knew full well his questionable investments of late had set him back financially and would soon come to the attention of his beautiful wife, Jennifer. 

Since it was late in the afternoon on a Friday Thomas thought to escape his office without drawing the attention of Linda so he quickly picked up his jacket and scurried toward the elevator. On any other day he may have made it. You see Thomas was easy to overlook. Standing at a miniscule five foot three, Thomas was unfortunately cursed with a body that would look more natural on a teenage girl. This of course led to Thomas being ridiculed by everyone he’d ever met but also afforded him the luxury of slipping out of uncomfortable situations unnoticed. Unless of course someone like Linda was on the lookout for such an escape attempt. 

Just as Thomas was about to press the elevator call button he heard Linda’s shrill voice call out to him. “Just a minute Tommy, I need a word with you. Come into my office.” 

Thomas hated being called that juvenile name and had asked Linda several times not to call him that but of course she ignored him as most people did. Thomas turned slowly and slunk back toward his manager’s office looking like a scolded puppy who’d piddled on the rug. 

Linda stood holding the door open and Thomas was as usual struck by her overall look. Linda was a very tall and curvaceous woman who stood an easy five inches taller than Thomas and outweighed him by a considerable amount, all of which seemed to be made up of her enormous breasts and perfectly shaped bubble butt. 

As Thomas squeezed past the well built woman he felt his little penis stir in his pants as he caught a whiff of the days perspiration drifting out from under Linda’s extended arm. Thomas was embarrassed to be turned on so by the late day scent of a woman’s underarm and silently admonished himself for being such a pervert. 

Thomas made his way into Linda’s office and was about to sit in the chair facing her desk when she said, “Don’t bother sitting, you won’t be here that long.” 

The poor little man wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad sign but he resigned himself to whatever news he was about to receive. 

Linda said, “Let me get straight to the point Tommy. This is the third quarter where your sale’s numbers have been well below what’s expected of even our interns let alone senior sales staff. I’m sorry but I can’t afford to let you keep sliding by like this. I’m letting you go immediately.” 

Thomas began to stutter out a plea for mercy which only made Linda laugh at him. His boss looked down at him and said with a smile, “Jesus, just look at you snivelling like a little girl. No wonder you can’t sell like the real men working here. I’ve been putting up with you for far too long. You’re nothing but a little sissy trying to be a man and I’ve had it with you. I mean it’s bad enough that you suck at this job but did I hear you actually invested most of your savings in some internet scam involving costumes for trannys?” 

Thomas was startled by this latest revelation and was quick to respond if only to try and save some measure of dignity. He blubbered out, “No! It was a fashion site for men who enjoy dressing in women’s clothing. It’s a very trendy fetish that many straight men enjoy. The site was looking for investors to start up a fashion line for women’s clothing in men’s sizes.” 

“Wow are you missing the point” Linda said with a sneer. “I don’t give a shit about your sissy fantasies. You can dress like snow white on your own time. I’m more concerned with your deplorable skills as a salesman. Or should I say Salesperson? Is that more in keeping with your secret lifestyle?” 

Thomas was shaken by Linda’s last statement and tried to explain to her that he himself was not a crossdresser but she was no longer listening to him having picked up her desk phone and dialing an interior line. 

As the timid little man listened in he heard his boss saying into the phone, “Yes security? Hello Dan it’s Linda up on four? Yes, I’m doing well thanks for asking. Say, listen can you come up here and escort someone out of the building for me? Little Tommy my former salesperson. Yes that’s him! Oh you are so bad! Yes he is, isn’t he? Oh I’m sure he’ll be no trouble for a big strong man like you Dan. Ok, see you in a minute.” 

Thomas stood there shaking in fear and humiliation. He was devastated by the loss of his job and now was in fear of the man coming to escort him out. Thomas had an innate fear of black men, well of all black people in fact. He had terrible memories of being tormented by black students in high school and even in college and to this day tried to steer clear of all blacks. 

“Please Linda” the trembling little man started to say. 

“No Tommy! You’re done here. Go sell your tranny clothes or whatever the hell it is you sissy boys do in your spare time.” Linda said. 

Thomas was about to plead his case again when there was a knock at the door to which Linda said, “Come in.” 

Dan entered the room with a smile for Linda and a look of pure disgust he quickly aimed at Thomas. The large black man moved like a linebacker and was built like a brick wall. He was easily six foot five and weighed in at around two hundred fifty pounds of solid muscle. Thomas was instantly afraid and shaking in his shoes. 

Dan and Linda exchanged pleasantries and before Thomas knew what was happening the uniformed, black man gripped the white boy by the arm and began leading him from the building. Thomas was happy it was late on a Friday as not many people saw his humiliating exit from the building he’d worked in for five years. As they exited the front door Dan gave Thomas a little shove causing the white boy to stumble and fall to his knees on the sidewalk. When he fell Thomas’ shirt tail pulled from the back of his pants and revealed a bright pink pair of underwear that did not go unnoticed by the security guard. 

Thomas heard the laughter of not only the large black man but also of Linda and realized the cruel woman had followed them from the building. 

“My god!” Linda said, “Are you wearing panties?” 

Thomas tried to maintain some measure of dignity as he picked himself up off the ground. “No!” he said in a voice several octaves too high. “They’re men’s underwear!” 

Linda and Dan turned away laughing and Thomas could hear the big, black, man say “What a fag. Little sissy wears pink panties. No wonder you had to fire her.” 

Thomas heard Linda laugh and it was the last image he had of her as he made his way to his car for the long drive home. What could he tell Jennifer? It was bad enough he’d never mentioned to her the money he’d lost on the internet debacle, but now he also had to tell her he was unemployed. Life was difficult enough with such a demanding woman as Jennifer and Thomas was shaking the entire drive home just thinking of what he’d say to her. 

Chapter 2 

By the time he pulled into the driveway Thomas was so worked up he could hardly think straight. He was nervous and afraid to speak with his wife but he knew the best way to handle bad news was to simply hit it head on. 

As he entered the house Thomas could hear his wife talking on the phone and decided to sneak past her and make his way to the kitchen. He thought maybe a quick drink would help calm his nerves. He pulled a bottle of vodka from the freezer and poured himself a quick shot which he downed in one swallow. The alcohol hit Thomas immediately as he was such a small person and not really a big drinker. The powerful burn from the drink made him cough and choke like an inexperienced high school girl taking her first sip. 

Unfortunately for Thomas his choking alerted Jennifer to his presence and he heard her coming down the hall toward the kitchen. He quickly got himself under control and sat at the table waiting for his wife and what he knew would be a difficult conversation. 

He had no idea just how difficult the conversation would be until he heard his wife say into the phone, “He’s home now. Thank you for letting me know Linda. I’m sure we’ll talk again. Bye.” 

Linda? Had he heard correctly? Was that his boss talking to his wife? Thomas broke out in a cold sweat as Jennifer hung up the phone and glared at him, her face taking on a red glow that defined her anger so well. 

“What the fuck did you do?” Jennifer yelled at him. 

“I was going to tell you darling. I had a rather bad day. But Linda had no right to call you, it’s a man’s place to offer bad news to his wife.” Thomas said trying to get control of the conversation. 

Jennifer scoffed, “A man’s place? Well that certainly leaves you out. Suppose you tell me about this internet deal you lost so much money on? Linda had quite a lot of information about you. What the fuck have you done?” 

Thomas cleared his throat and tried to placate his wife with a solid explanation. He told her all about the ad he’d answered online looking for investors in a new company. He had read all about how popular crossdressing had become for not just gay men but also straight, married men. He tried to explain to her that his investment was meant to set them up financially when the company started to prosper by making a fashionable line of women’s clothing in men’s sizes. Thomas was in tears by the time he finished his story the end of which involved the owner of the website disappearing with all the cash Thomas had sent him. 

Jennifer was livid by the time her timid husband finished his story. She was pacing the room and doing her best not to even look in his direction. 

“So, let me get this straight,” she said. “Not only did you lose thousands of dollars of my money, but you also lost your job and any way to pay it all back? Is that correct?” 

Thomas squirmed under her verbal assault and said, “Well, yes, I suppose that’s correct.” If he thought it odd that Jennifer called it her money, he didn’t spend much time considering it because she was still ranting at him. 

“I don’t even know what to say to you right now. I’m going out with some work friends. You had better keep yourself busy while I’m gone. No laying around watching tv, I want the laundry done and the kitchen to be spotless. If you don’t have a job to go to, you’ll work around here. I can’t even look at you. I’m out of here.” Jennifer said as she picked up her purse and stormed out of the house. 

Thomas sat there in tears for several minutes before rising and beginning his list of chores. He felt awful and wanted to please his wife more than anything. Something in his mind shifted at that moment and he felt an overwhelming urge to make things right for Jennifer. He knew the only way he could keep her happy and save his marriage was to do everything she asked of him without hesitation. Thomas was determined to show how useful he could be to his beautiful wife. 

But as usual Thomas underestimated his own resolve and within a week Jennifer had grown tired of him laying around feeling sorry for himself. The timid little man worked around the house keeping things clean while his wife worked but his efforts were half assed at best and the stunning woman soon became enraged at her husband’s incompetence. 

It seemed there was nothing he could do well. His inability to perform to her satisfaction extended from the household chores into the bedroom. Thomas had never been an adequate lover for Jennifer and she all too frequently found herself using a vibrator or even her own fingers to get off after Thomas squirted a few drops into the condom after a few quick, shallow thrusts from his tiny, white penis. 

And so now that Jennifer could see just how inferior her hubby was in every respect she began to have him use his mouth on her instead of his laughable penis. Jennifer was quite upfront with Thomas and told him in no uncertain terms how things would be in the bedroom from now on. 

The night Jennifer took control was liberating for her. She had just returned from work and found Thomas laying in bed flipping channels on the tv and she just lost it. Without a word she climbed onto the bed and straddled her surprised hubby. Thomas was excited thinking he was about to have sex with his beautiful wife for the first time in a long while. She’d shown even less interest in him since he’d lost his job than she had throughout their marriage. 

But Jennifer had other ideas that evening. She pushed Thomas’ arms out to the side and pinned them down with her legs. Jennifer then pulled up her tight skirt exposing her beautiful, round ass to the cool air. Without any foreplay or conversation Jennifer grabbed her husband’s head and pulled him face first into her panty clad crotch. His muffled words of concern were soon blocked out completely as Jennifer started to rub her damp pussy up and down along her hubby’s trapped face. 

She was a woman possessed, not caring for his comfort at all, only wanting to get off and to humiliate the useless, little, white boy she’d married. Jennifer masturbated herself using her husband’s face, grinding and thrusting her soon soaking mound all over his lips, nose, and chin. 

Thomas was confused, hurt, and quite uncomfortable as his wife abused him in such a savage fashion. The poor boy was suffocating in the cramped confines of his wife’s crotch and the smell of her pussy and ass was overwhelming. She’d worked a 48 hour turnaround flight and hadn’t had an opportunity to bathe or change clothes that entire time so her undercarriage was ripe with the smell of stale pussy, piss, and sweat. Thomas soon found the taste to be as bad as the smell as Jennifer’s juices made their way between his parted lips. 

Jennifer was moaning and working her hips faster and faster in an effort to bring on her impending climax. She rode her hubby’s face hard and fast not caring one bit for his comfort. Faster and faster she rubbed her soaking wet pussy up and down the length of his face until she froze in place, her thighs shaking, sweat pouring from her body and her pussy gushing all over poor Thomas’ face. She came hard. Harder than she ever had and part of her knew it was because of the way she was treating Thomas. As a toy, as a plaything, as nothing but a tool to masturbate with and she loved that feeling. 

Jennifer cried out in an explosive orgasm before sinking down and pressing her full weight onto her confused and beaten husband’s face. She sat there for a few minutes waiting for the shivering orgasm to work through her enjoying the feeling of her husband’s face as a seat cushion. 

The now exhausted woman climbed to her feet and headed to the bathroom to shower barely glancing over her shoulder to say, “Thanks hubby I needed that” before closing the bathroom door behind her. 

Thomas lay there in shock for several minutes not quite knowing what to think. This method of bringing herself off became a pattern for Jennifer and soon it was the only sex the couple participated in together much to Thomas’ chagrin and to Jennifer’s utter joy. She was thrilled at the power she held over Thomas. 

Jennifer had known from the start Thomas wasn’t much of a man but she was a practical woman who knew how to take care of herself. She had married the mousy little thing knowing he would be easy to control and she would have free reign over his assets, such as they were, for life. Jennifer’s friends had all been confused by her relationship with Thomas until they saw how completely she controlled his life. In the years since their wedding everyone saw who the boss was in the house and even old friends of Thomas spent time laughing and gossiping behind his back. 

So it was that Jennifer knew she had to tighten the leash on her wayward hubby and take back every measure of control. Jennifer was not someone to be trifled with on a good day let alone when she was angry, and Thomas losing his job and a significant amount of money had her more angry than she’d ever been. As she got ready for work this particular morning she took a moment to look herself over and reaffirmed what she already knew to be true. She was a spectacular looking, intelligent, funny woman who would not be ignored. It was time to put dear hubby in his place. 

Jennifer stormed into the living room where Thomas was reclining on the couch watching television and stood blocking his view and glaring down at him. 

As Thomas looked up at his wife he was as usual struck by her beauty. Jennifer was naturally well endowed in the breast department and her perfectly rounded 38DD tits looked amazing in her uniform. As a flight attendant for a major airline Jennifer always looked her best when working and today was no exception. She wore her uniform which consisted of a tight fitting white blouse, a tight and short black skirt, black thigh high stockings, and four inch pumps. She looked spectacular and Thomas felt a rush of jealousy knowing how the men on the flight would look at her as she walked up and down the aisle of the plane. 

“I think I’ve had enough of you laying around here Thomas. You need to find a job and you need to do it right away. I won’t have a lazy, little man taking up space in my house while I’m out there working hard every day. Now I’ve looked into it and I’ve found they are hiring at the airport. There are several options and you need to pick one. I have a lot of pull with the HR department and can get you in any one of the open positions.” Jennifer said without preamble. 

“Well”, Thomas began, “I really wanted to focus on something in my field”. 

“Oh bullshit!” Jennifer said. “You’ve barely left the house in a week. I’m tired of your lazy attitude. You will pick one of the jobs listed on this paper and you will go to work and start earning your keep.” 

Jennifer thrust a sheet of paper into his hands and Thomas quickly looked over the job descriptions and wages. 

The first job is for a fast food worker paying minimum wage. The second while paying slightly more, Thomas rejected out of hand feeling it would be demoralizing to the former sales exec. It was a janitorial position and Thomas felt he was above cleaning up after others, a notion that would eventually come back to haunt him in a disturbing fashion. 

The third job listed was for a baggage handler and paid quite well. Thomas was just reading the job’s requirements when Jennifer spoke up. 

“I really think you should consider either of the first two positions. I honestly don’t think you could handle being a ramper.” She said with a grin. 

“Ramper?” Thomas asked. 

“Yes, Ramper or Rampie, someone who handles cargo on the ramp. It’s an insider term but one you won’t have to worry about because I don’t think you could cut it, no offense.” Jennifer answered. 

“Now wait a minute dear” Thomas began. “I think I could certainly handle such an easy job. I mean I’m college educated so how difficult could it be to throw luggage onto a plane?” 

“Don’t be daft little hubby! Your education has nothing to do with it but your tiny frame certainly does. You have to be strong, well built, and muscular to be a ramper and you have to admit you’re built more to sit at a desk.” Jennifer said barely containing a laugh. 

Thomas was insulted by her description and could see the amused smirk trying to work its way onto her lips. He sounded offended as he said, “Hey, I can handle it. I carry my own luggage when I travel, how hard can it be? That’s the job I want to apply for dear so please make it happen. We need the money after all.” 

Jennifer shook her head and with a quick laugh said, “Ok hubby. You asked for it, and you shall have it. I’ll talk to HR today and see about getting you an interview tomorrow.” 

Looking back, Thomas always thought of this moment as the turning point in not only his marriage but in his life. Sometimes the most life changing events go without notice at the time and none would have such dire consequences as this for the small framed, white boy. 

Chapter 3 

So it was that Thomas found himself being led to the office of the baggage crew to be shown to the crew who would train him. He was introduced to two very large, black men and his first instinct was to lower his eyes and mumble out a greeting as his natural fear of blacks took over. The two men, Jamal and Kane were amused by the white boy’s shy demeanor and shared a quick smile at each other and a knowing wink. They looked like two birds of prey circling a wounded rabbit, something that went unnoticed by Thomas. 

Thomas was already wearing the grey overalls that were the uniform for all Rampers but was dismayed when he was given his name tag by the head of HR. Jennifer had filled out all the paperwork for him so Thomas was unaware she had listed his name as Tommy. The problem was the name tag had a misprint and showed his name as Tammy. Thomas was terribly embarrassed but was assured by the HR head that the mistake would be taken care of but he would need to wear the misprinted tag for the time being, company policy being what it was. 

And so Thomas was introduced to his new work mates as Tommy despite his objections but upon seeing his tag the two black men took to calling him Tammy from the start. No matter how many times throughout the day Thomas tried to correct them, Jamal and Kane assured the small framed white boy it was all in fun. 

Jamal and Kane took Thomas out onto the tarmac to begin loading a 747 bound for New York. There were two large luggage trucks were parked near the loading door of the plane. The two men started lifting bags from the trucks and stowing them in the plane’s hold while explaining to Thomas where and in what order to place the luggage inside the plane. 

It was a disaster for poor Thomas right from the start. He had assumed lifting other people’s suitcases would be an easy job but soon found he was no match for the heavy luggage he had to convey from the truck to the plane. From the very first case Thomas was struggling and slowing down the work much to the consternation of his fellow employees. Jamal and Kane were berating Thomas from the beginning, bringing the white boy close to tears. 

When Thomas dropped a particularly large case Jamal said, “Easy Tammy, we try not to break shit or it comes out of our pay. Be more careful snowflake.” 

Kane was quick to join in with, “Seriously Tammy you need to lift with those skinny little legs or you’re gonna hurt yourself. I know you probably like showing off that cute little ass when you bend over but don’t no one here care if you’re gay or not, just get the work done.” 

Thomas turned to the black man quickly and said in a very small voice, “I’m not gay. I don’t know where you’d get that idea, I’m a married man.” 

Jamal and Kane both laughed at this but continued to toss bags into the belly of the plane outpacing their new trainee by at least 5 bags to 1. When the plane was loaded the men jumped onto the back of the luggage truck which took off right away for the hanger. Thomas was too slow after such an exhausting experience and was forced to jog after the truck to the amused calls of his two bosses. 

“Get a move on snowflake!” shouted Kane.   

“Shake that tight little ass Tammy.” yelled Jamal. 

As soon as he reached the hanger Thomas was distressed to see his bosses jump onto another completely loaded truck and head out again. The poor white boy had no choice but to run after them as they laughed at his red face and sweat soaked hair. 

When Thomas finally reached the next plane to load the men had already finished off half of the loading. They took one look at the exhausted white boy and broke out laughing. 

Jamal said, “I think this is a teachable moment don’t you Kane?” 

Kane smiled at his partner in crime and said, “Oh hell yes, snowflake needs to learn this business the hard way.” 

So it was that the two black men sat back and watched as Thomas was forced to load the rest of the luggage by himself. The men berated him for his weak frame and lack of strength as he struggled to lift the heavy bags. 

“Let’s hustle snowflake” Jamal said. “We all about equal rights for gays but you have to be able to do the work.”

Kane cut in with, “Yeah Tammy don’t let all your LGBT friends down by failing at your job.” 

Thomas was too tired to argue so he just kept working making small feminine sounding grunts as he lifted each new bag. The men took notice of the sounds coming from the white boy and shook their heads at how easy it was going to be to entrap and train him much as they had to others just like him. 

You see Jamal and Kane were of a special breed of men. They were Alphas. Simply put, they easily won over the most beautiful women and dominated and controlled weaker, white men. It was almost a game to them to take a beautiful white woman from her white boy hubby or boyfriend then to humiliate the boy and crush him like the weak cuckold they knew all white boys to be. 

Thomas of course had no concept of the danger he was in as he struggled to load the plane under the scrutiny of his black bosses. 

When the poor white boy finally finished he was told to hurry along as it was time for lunch. The luggage truck pulled out with Jamal and Kane waving goodbye at Thomas once again and the tired wimp had to run after them as before. 

When he reached the hanger Thomas was a mess. He was soaked through with sweat and panting for breath. Jamal and Kane directed the white boy to follow them and led Thomas deep into the bowels of the airport. They walked for what seemed to Thomas like miles before coming to a wide open room with what looked like a fort made of luggage and boxes off in the deepest, darkest corner. 

“This here our clubhouse” said Jamal. “Don’t no one know about it but us Rampers so keep your sissy mouth shut Tammy.” 

Thomas took this moment to try again to clarify things for his tormentors and said, “Guys for the last time, I’m not gay. I’m married. And my name is Thomas.” 

“Sure snowflake” Kane said, “You keep telling yourself that and when you’re ready to come out of that closet I’m sure everyone will be relieved that you finally got the courage.” 

Thomas had enough at this point and said, “Look here. This is a picture of me with my wife. As you can see I am married and not gay.” 

Thomas had to loosen his overalls in order to reach his phone and in doing so accidentally let the men catch a glimpse of the underwear he was wearing. 

Jamal and Kane broke out in laughter and Kane said, “What the fuck you wearing snowflake? Why ain’t you got no pants on under your overalls? And why are your drawers pink?” 

Thomas stuttered out, “I thought the overalls were all the clothing you wore on this job so I left my pants and shirt in my locker. And these are very fashionable Men’s underwear for your information.” 

“What men wear pink drawers snowflake? You are not proving your case about being straight.” Jamal said. 

Thomas pulled his phone from the inside pocket of the overalls ignoring this newest insult and quickly flipped to a photo of he and Jennifer together. To Thomas the pic looked amazing. It showed him with his beautiful bride on a beach in Miami and the white boy thought it looked just fine. The black men, however, noticed right away the bored look on Jennifer’s face but decided not to mention it just now. 

“Damn Tammy! That’s one fine bitch you got there. You sure she’s your wife? You didn’t just snap a pic with the first fine piece of ass you saw on the beach just to throw people off the scent of you’re being gay did you?” Kane said practically drooling over the picture. 

“Of course not!” Thomas said. “That’s my wife Jennifer. She works out of this airport in fact”. 

Jamal said, “Works out of? Like she a ho?”

“No!” Thomas said. “She’s a flight attendant for a major airline.” 

“Well damn boy we gonna have to keep an eye out for her.” Jamal said with a perverted leer. 

As Thomas was putting away his phone he took a minute to look around the clubhouse the men had built for themselves and was impressed as well as frightened by what he saw. 

The area was blocked off by all the lost luggage found by Rampers over the years and looked for all purposes like a fort. Inside there was a lounge area made up of a couch and two leather recliners. A full sized refrigerator sat along one wall and a fully stocked bar sat opposite it along the far wall. Spread out around the room was an array of video equipment ranging from over the counter digital cameras to professional looking movie cameras. In the middle of the fort was a silver pole standing straight up from floor to ceiling which Thomas recognized immediately as a stripper pole. But it was the decorations on the walls which took Thomas’ breath away and made the poor boy blush. 

Covering every inch of wallspace were photos of small, feminine, thin whiteboys in various states of undress doing unimaginable things with sex toys and with each other. Thomas thought at first they were all pictures of women till he got a closer look and realized the pictures were all of men who had been made up to look more feminine, with clothing, wigs, and makeup. 

Thomas saw pics of men in lingerie sucking massive black dildos, taking butt plugs and those same dildos in their tight, white asses. He saw them dancing around the stripper pole in full drag with little plastic cages locking up their tiny penises. 

The two black men let Thomas take his time examining the pictures before Jamal said, “That’s our wall of honor for the employee of the month. Of course they’re all gone now so we are looking for someone to take their place. The last one quit about a month ago, so it’s been a while” 

Thomas was so engrossed in staring at the photos he missed the implication of that statement but turned to look at Jamal while trying to absorb what the menacing black man had said. 

When Thomas turned to look he saw to his horror that both black men had lowered their pants and were sitting in the recliners stroking the biggest cocks Thomas had ever imagined seeing. 

The white boy was shocked and yelled, “What the heck are you guys doing? That’s not appropriate work behavior! Put those away!” 

While his words told one story though his eyes told another. Jamal and Kane both noticed the white boy never took his eyes from their massive cocks while he spoke. His eyes worked back and forth as if watching a tennis match trying to see both cocks at the same time and the men saw Tammy involuntarily lick his lips. They glanced at each other and smiled. All white boys were so easy. They all lusted after thick, black dick whether they knew it or not. 

Thomas realized he was staring and quickly turned his head away causing Jamal to get up from his chair and walk over to the embarrassed white boy taking him by the arm and turning him back toward the men. 

“Don’t be shy snowflake, you can watch. Or you can help. Your choice.” Jamal said. 

Thomas tried to pull away but found himself trapped in the grip of the much stronger man. Jamal dragged his white prisoner over to the recliners and pushed him to his knees between the two chairs before sitting back down again himself. 

Jamal was squeezing Thomas’ wrist painfully making the white boy wince in discomfort. Kane took Thomas’ other wrist and applied the same bone crushing pressure as his friend making the boy cry out in pain. 

“Please stop, you’re hurting me!” Thomas said. “I’ll have to report you both to HR for harassment if you don’t stop immediately.” 

“Now you watch your tone snowflake” Jamal said. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll help a couple brothers out here and no one will ever know anything happened. But if you get all disrespectful and try to tell stories about us, you might get hurt real bad.” 

Thomas tried yelling for help which made both black men laugh out loud. “Ain’t no one can hear you Tammy. We all alone here. You really think after seeing those pictures we don’t know what we’re doing?” Kane said. 

“And what are you doing?” Thomas asked with fear and pain in his voice. 

“Just getting a little relief” Kane answered while pulling Thomas’ hand down into his crotch toward his towering erection. 

Thomas squealed like a little girl when he felt Jamal doing the same with his other hand. The small white boy tried to pull away but the black men were too powerful and before he knew it, Thomas felt his fingers brush against the silky, smooth skin of the two huge, black cocks. 

The men squeezed his wrists harder making Thomas cry out again and they noticed the high pitch of his squeal much like that of a woman. 

With a threatening glare Jamal leaned in toward Thomas and said, “Look bitch, this is happening whether you want it to or not so you tell me which way you want it. Do you want to jack off these big ole dicks with two broken wrists or do you want to do it without pain? It’s your choice.” 

Thomas had tears in his eyes as he said, “Please guys, please don’t make me. I told you I’m not gay. Please just let me go and I’ll never tell anyone. I’ll quit this job and you’ll never see me again.” 

“Oh hell no snowflake” Jamal said. “You in it now. You seen the bat cave so now you have to be made to keep our secret.” 

“That’s right” Kane picked up. “ We need to know our secret hideout is never found, so we need to know we have some leverage over you white bitch. We need insurance.” 

“Plus we need to get off right now” Jamal said laughing. 

Thomas felt his hands shaking as he looked back and forth at the two menacing black men. He knew they could hurt him badly and he’d always been a pussy for pain. Thomas knew his choices were limited, give the men what they want and get out of here or deny them and get beat or possibly worse. So making up his mind Thomas gulped loudly and opened his hands to wrap his fingers around the men’s cocks. 

He didn’t move his hands at all just grasping the cocks and holding them in fear. Jamal cleared his throat and said, “I know you ain’t never seen a tool that big Tammy but I think you know what to do don’t you sweetie?” 

Thomas looked up into the face of his tormentor and mumbled out, “Yes.” 

Kane tisked and said, “I think it should be ‘Yes Sir’ don’t you snowflake?” 

Thomas swallowed and said, “Yes Sir.” before slowly beginning to stroke the two massive poles. 

The kneeling white boy noticed the differences in the men’s cocks right away. While they were both enormous, Kane’s cock was thicker with heavy veins running up the shaft making it feel like a living creature with a mind of its own. It measured easily eleven inches long and felt as thick as Thomas’ wrist. The head of Kane’s cock was tapered back to look aerodynamic, like his cock was a fast moving missile. 

Jamal’s cock in the other hand, felt like a bludgeon in Thomas’ grip. It was solid and felt silky smooth to the touch but had definite weight to it, standing over twelve inches in length easily twice the girth of Kane’s tool, it was heavy and threatening to feel. The head was massive looking to Thomas like a baseball from this angle on his knees and he wondered how any woman could take this monster inside of her. 

Thomas had been letting his mind wander and had slowed down his strokes which earned him a sharp slap across his face from Jamal. 

“Get with the program bitch!” The black man growled. “Spit in your hands and get to stroking!” 

Thomas recoiled in pain and surprise but followed his orders quickly. He brought both hands up to his face and spit a good amount of lubricating saliva into each palm. 

Taking the menacing cocks back in his hands the poor, defeated, white boy began stroking them methodically making sure to massage the heads on each upstroke. Thomas was in hell. He’d never been so scared or so humiliated. Here he was a heterosexual, married man, on his knees jacking off the big, black, cocks of his bosses. How low could anyone sink? Thomas only thought of one thing, finishing his disgusting task and getting home to Jennifer. There he would feel safe. He would explain to her that this job just wasn’t for him and she would understand. It was all going to be alright as soon as he got out of here. 

Thomas could feel the massive tools becoming more rigid in his hands and felt the men’s enormous balls twitch on each downstroke. He knew these to be the signs of imminent orgasm and began to speed up his strokes. 

He’d been working these unbelievably large cocks for nearly 30 minutes now and his knees, wrists, and fingers were cramping. 

Thomas worked faster and could hear the men’s breathing increase. The white boy was whimpering out loud in discomfort and embarrassment which only spurred on his abusers as they loved the sound of a white bitch in emotional and physical pain. 

Jamal came first with an explosive grunt shooting a thick rope of white cum several feet into the air. Before Thomas could come to grips with what was happening, Kane shot off as well. Thomas could feel the fluid pulsing through the shaft of each cock with the force of a fire hose. The men shot their creamy discharge into the air and Thomas could hear it splattering onto the cement floor behind him. The final shots of hot cum were not as strong as the first few and they landed on Thomas’ wrists and hands. He felt the hot cream covering his hands and his humiliation deepened. 

Kane recovered first and said, “Wow snowflake that was intense. Now run over to the sink and get a warm wet cloth to clean up your mess.” 

Thomas was insulted by the insinuation that it was his mess to clean up but he did as ordered to avoid further pain. By the time the white boy returned to the chairs the black cocks had reduced to their flaccid state which Thomas was ashamed to admit to himself was still many inches larger than his own minuscule penis. 

With shaking hands Thomas softly cleaned the cocks of his tormentors taking special care as they were both very sensitive post climax. 

The white boy then turned and cleaned the floor without being told and the black men smiled at each other loving the submissive nature of their new white bitch. 

After he finished cleaning up the massive load of cum, Thomas went to the sink and cleaned his own hands with hot water and soap before returning to stand before his bosses. 

“Alright I did what you wanted and now it’s over. I’m quitting. I don’t want to get hurt so I’ll keep it quiet but I’m never coming back here again?” Thomas said with a quiver to his voice. 

Jamal lit up a cigarette, took a long drag, and blew the smoke out slowly before saying, “No bitch you ain’t quitting. In fact you gonna finish your shift with us then you gonna go home to that hot piece of ass wife and tell her you love your new job.” 

“Why would I ever do that?” Thomas said. 

Kane laughed and said, “Well, because everything you just did is on video. We film everything that goes on in here and we can edit it to look any way we want it to look. And believe me it will look like you got on your knees and begged to play with our dicks. Besides no one’s gonna care either way. They’ll just see a submissive white bitch jerking off big, black, dicks and cleaning up the mess afterward. You think anyone, your wife especially will care what the reasons were? Shit she’ll never see you as a man again snowflake.” 

Thomas knew this to be true and was terrified. He stood shaking before the black men and asked, “So what now?” 

Jamal said, “I’m glad you asked. Now, you finish out your day with us. You’ll be doing most of the work by the way. Then when your shift is over you’ll go home and thank your wife for getting you this job. Tomorrow you’ll be here bright and early and ready to do whatever the fuck we tell you to do. Oh and you’ll bring us some pictures of that hot ass wife of yours. Good pictures. I wanna see those titties and that ass. Maybe you can jerk us off again tomorrow while we look at the pictures of your wife. Won’t that be fun?” Jamal laughed at the look of alarm on Thomas’ face. 

Thomas wanted to scream. He wanted to punch these men in the face. He wanted to run to the police or at least to HR. But instead the defeated white boy just lowered his head and said, “Yes Sir”, before watching the men get dressed and following them out of the hanger to finish his shift. 

Chapter 4 

When Thomas arrived home he was completely exhausted, absolutely terrified, and humiliated beyond belief. He was still coming to grips with what had happened today. He was stunned by how quickly things had deteriorated at his new job. Thomas had always feared blacks but up till now had been able to control his fear. But these men had seen something in him. Some innate submissive nature that Thomas didn’t know existed, and now he was paying the price for his spineless nature. 

As he entered the house he saw Jennifer sitting on the couch watching some reality show about interracial couples in Miami. Thomas quickly turned his head from the tv when he saw the muscular, shirtless, black man kissing the blond housewife. He turned his attention to his wife and softly cleared his throat to get her attention. 

“Oh you’re home” Jennifer said, “Good, how about starting dinner? I’m starving.” 

Thomas gulped and said, “Don’t you want to hear about my day dear?” 

“Fine,” his wife said with a sigh, “I’ll come into the kitchen while you cook and you can tell me all about it.” 

Jennifer sat at the kitchen table, lit a cigarette, motioned for an ashtray, then leaned back looking bored as she waited for Thomas to start what she was sure to be a boring story. 

Thomas was busy preparing dinner while he told his tale. Little did Jennifer know just how far from the actual truth Thomas was straying. As he breaded chicken cutlets, chopped broccoli for steaming, and peeled potatoes, Thomas told her an abbreviated version of the day’s events. 

He told her he had been assigned as a Ramper under two guys named Kane and Jamal and they’d spent the day showing him the ropes. He lied and told her the work was easy and he felt he would excel at such a job. He even went so far as to say the men training him liked his work ethic and were excited to have him back the next day. 

Jennifer had known Thomas for a long time and knew something about his story rang false but decided to let it play out for a few days until she could find out what really went on in the baggage department. 

After Thomas served dinner and cleaned the dishes he and Jennifer retired to the bedroom. Thomas was exhausted but also afraid of what the new day would bring so he found himself having trouble sleeping. Jennifer noticed her hubby tossing and turning and decided she would make use of his pent up energy. 

Without a word to Thomas, Jennifer climbed up and straddled her husband’s head with her meaty thighs. She didn’t even bother to take off her underwear as she began rubbing her hot, sweaty, and not too clean pussy up and down Thomas’ face. The poor white boy was so used to this treatment he just lay there and let it happen. The smell and taste from his wife’s unwashed crotch soon had an effect on Thomas and he felt his little pecker beginning to stir. Jennifer was moaning as she rode his face hard and fast, rubbing her now soaking wet pussy all over Thomas’ face. She was hurting her small husband’s nose and lips but she didn’t care at all for his comfort, she just wanted to get off. 

Jennifer rode Thomas for over thirty minutes before arching her back and crying out in orgasmic bliss. At the same time and unknown to Jennifer, Thomas’ pathetic little pecker shot out a few dribbles of thin, clear, watery jizz. 

Thomas was a mess. As Jennifer climbed off her abused hubby her legs were shaking and she was sweating profusely. She slid out of her soaking wet panties and without a look in his direction tossed them onto Thomas’ face saying, “Be a love and go hand wash those in the bathroom sink Tommy.” She then rolled over pointing her naked ass at Thomas and fell quickly asleep. 

Thomas climbed from the bed with his wife’s underwear in hand and headed for the bathroom. He looked in the mirror and was disgusted by what he saw. His face was red, his eyes watering, and his lips swollen. Worst of all he was glistening with his wife’s juices and smelled like a used sanitary pad. 

The beaten white boy washed his face before taking the time to carefully rinse and wash his wife’s panties in warm water. He hung the panties on the shower curtain bar to dry before heading back to bed. As Thomas was getting under the covers he took a minute to stare at Jennifer’s ass. Her beautiful, curved butt was naked and pointing directly at Thomas as she slept. Just as Thomas was admiring the beauty of his wife’s backside she thrust is out slightly and let loose a long, deep, thunderous fart. Jennifer showed no signs of being awake so Thomas remained quiet as he sat there suffering in the cloud of noxious air filling the room. It would be a long time till he got any sleep tonight. 

Thomas slept very little in fact and by six am he was up and preparing Jennifer’s breakfast. He brought her food into the bedroom on a tray just as she was waking up. Jennifer raised her head from her pillow and said with a sneer on her face, “It stinks in here, what the fuck?” 

Thomas was careful to keep his voice neutral as he said, “Yes, dear, you were a little gassy last night.” 

“Oh, well you shouldn’t have fed me all that broccoli last night so it’s really your fault. Are you complaining about the way I smell?” Jennifer asked as she tore into her breakfast. 

“No dear! Not at all” Thomas said, “I don’t mind it at all. I was just explaining it to you.” 

“Whatever” Jennifer said as she turned on the tv and ignored her husband. 

Thomas meekly leaned in for a kiss saying, “Well dear I have to get to work now. I’ll see you when I get home.” 

Jennifer turned her head and said, “What the fuck are you doing? You probably have pussy juice all over your face. Don’t be gross.” 

Thomas tried to explain that he’d washed his face but Jennifer had already turned away and was watching some morning show. 

The defeated white boy trudged from the house and into his car to begin another day of what he could only imagine would be torture. Despite his revulsion at what had occurred yesterday, Thomas felt today would be different. He was determined to take control of the situation at work and lay down some well needed ground rules. 

It took all of five minutes to destroy his plans as Thomas was accosted by Jamal as he was changing into his uniform in the locker room. 

“Damn bitch, you wearing panties again?” Jamal said with a laugh. 

“No Jamal, as I’ve told you these are designer Men’s underwear. I’m comfortable enough with my masculinity to pull off softer colors like yesterday’s pink and today’s powder blue.” Thomas said almost pouting. 

“Whatever Tammy, just hurry up and dress and meet us on the tarmac, you got a busy day ahead of you.” Jamal said as he left the room. 

Thomas was angry but knew he had no choice in the matter so he reached into his locker and grabbed his overalls. Immediately Thomas noticed something was amiss with the uniform but it wasn’t until he tried to put it on that the truth was revealed. This was not the same pair of overalls he’d worn yesterday. No, these were much smaller, more a size befitting a teenage girl. The pant legs were too short, looking more like a lady’s capri pants, and were far too tight. Skin tight is the appropriate phrase and was applicable to the rest of the outfit as well. The entire uniform was form fitting and obviously not his size at all. The top of the overalls clung to Thomas’ tummy and chest so tightly he couldn’t button it the entire way and it was open halfway down to his belly button. The clothing was so restrictive it squeezed his chest in so that it gave the impression that Thomas had cleavage. The arms were also too short completing the look of a sexy young woman. Thomas bulged out in all the right places in this ridiculous outfit. His ass was pushed out so that it looked rounded in what might be called a bubble butt. With his shirt open and his soft pectorals pressed together he definitely looked like he had breasts. Thomas was mortified and was about to tear off the offending clothing when Kane came into the locker room. 

“Get a move on snowflake! You’re already late!” The large black man roared. 

Thomas said, “Wait, I can’t. This isn’t my uniform. It doesn’t fit at all.” 

Kane laughed and said, “Yeah no shit. We gots you a new one bitch. Now you look more like our little snowflake.” 

Before Thomas could react Kane had him by the scruff of the neck and was dragging the poor white boy out onto the tarmac. As they passed the other Rampers, which consisted of four groups of three hulking black men, Thomas was horrified to hear catcalls, whistles, and shouts of ‘nice ass bitch’. 

Thomas had always been proud of his hair. His long wavy tresses had been a source of pride for him all his life but today walking across the hot tarmac, he felt like his hair combined with the too tight uniform gave the impression that he was a woman and not a man at all. 

The worst part was that the uniform was so tight it forced him to take smaller steps placing one foot in front of the other in an almost mincing quality. From behind there was no possible way to recognize Thomas as a male in any way. Jamal and Kane walked a few steps behind their new toy and smiled at each other for the way they’d transformed the bitch so easily. 

The men put Thomas to work right away and sat back watching as the defenseless white boy did the lion’s share of the work. While Kane and Jamal handled any luggage they knew to be too much for their white boy pet, they watched in amusement while Tammy struggled to load five times the amount of bags his bosses did. 

While Thomas worked the black men sat and smoked cigarettes and commented on their new toy. 

“Damn snowflake, your ass is looking fine in those tight pants.” Jamal said. 

While Kane commented on the boy’s other assets with, “Yeah but it looks like you got a real pair of little titties now bitch. They making my dick hard watching them shake around and get all sweaty like that.” 

Thomas tried to ignore the men and was determined to not say a word that might provoke them in any way. So he worked quietly as insults and barbs were hurled at him all morning. After finishing the third plane of the day it was time for lunch and Thomas was sweating from more than the exertion of the hard work. The white boy dreaded going back to the homemade fort the black men used as their breakroom. 

When they arrived back at the fort Jamal and Kane sat in their familiar recliners while Thomas fidgeted around trying to take care of the wedgie he’d been dealing with all day. 

Kane said, “Now bitch, let’s see some pics of that hot wife of yours. And they better be good.” 

Thomas swallowed hard and pulled out his phone scrolling through the new photos he’d loaded on it from his laptop. They were all vacation pics from a trip to the beach in which Jennifer was clad in a very small two piece bikini that barely held in her massive tits and ass. 

Thomas passed the phone to the large black man and stood quietly as they blacks leered over his wife. Kane reached behind his chair for a device he connected to Thomas’ phone and in seconds the pics were being displayed on the 70 inch, wall mounted, flat screen tv in front of the recliners. 

The poor white boy was scandalized to see his beautiful bride looking like a wanton tart in some pornographic magazine. What was worse though was the fact that both black men were now rubbing the immense bulges in their pants while glaring at the bouncy white flesh on the screen. 

“Damn snowflake how the fuck did you get such a hot piece of ass?” Jamal said. “I’m almost impressed, or I would be if I thought you was fucking her. But I get the impression she runs the household and you ain’t much more than a way for her to jack off.” 

Thomas started to protest but his heart wasn’t in it. Somehow this black thug had struck at the heart of Thomas’ greatest disappointment. He was right. Thomas never got to have sex with Jennifer, she just used his face to get herself off. How was that so obvious to his tormentor? 

As they scrolled through the pictures the black men became more comfortable and hornier by the second so they each opened their overalls and pulled out their semi erect cocks. Thomas gulped and tried to make himself invisible but it was no use. 

Jamal said, “Alright snowflake you know what to do. Get your ass over here and take care of your daddy’s cocks.” 

Thomas stood firm and didn’t make a move. It was time to stand up to these thugs and he knew it. If he capitulated again he would be lost. 

Both men turned to look at their white captive with equal looks of incredulity on their faces. They were stunned to see the small white boy standing his ground. The black men almost admired his courage. Almost, but not quite. 

Jamal said to Kane, “May I brother?” To which Kane replied, “Of course brother, she’s all yours.” 

For a big man Jamal moved like lightning. He was on Thomas in a flash grabbing the white boy by the neck and dragging him over to the chair he’s just vacated. Before Thomas could blink he was forced over Jamal’s lap with his tight, bubble butt pointing at the ceiling. Jamal wasted no time in disciplining the naughty white boy and began applying hard smacks to his defenseless bottom as if he were correcting an errant child. 

Thomas was in shock at the sudden violence of the attack and yelled out in surprise. His ass was on fire as the savage thug swatted him over and over each smack harder than the last. 

The men were amused by the sounds coming from their toy as Thomas sounded more like Tammy with every spank. His voice rose in octaves the more pain Jamal inflicted and the black men were thrilled with their new sissy. 

After 20 hard smacks on the ass Tammy was dumped onto the floor at the feet of his tormentor. The white boy was crying now, tears running down his face and great wracking sobs hitching his chest. 

Jamal very quietly and calmly said, “Look at me snowflake.” 

Thomas sniffed a couple of times, wiped his eyes, and looked up into the face of the strong black man. 

“Now, you’re learning that defying me, or in fact any black man, will bring pain. Do you understand that bitch?” Jamal asked. 

Tammy couldn’t speak yet but nodded her head in reply. Thomas was fighting an internal battle to maintain his identity but knew the black men now only saw Tammy. 

Kane spoke up, “Alright snowflake, we don’t want to see you get hurt any more so here’s what’s going to happen. We’d like a repeat of yesterday when you made our dicks feel so good.” 

It was then that Jamal decided to assert more authority over the situation so he said, “No bitch, we ain’t want no copy of yesterday. I want to see that you really know your place around here so I want you to show some respect. You crawl up here and give us each a nice wet kiss on the head of our black cocks before you get to stroking.” 

Tammy let out a small whimper at the thought but soon felt herself moving toward the men in the chairs. Tammy, No! Thomas! I’m Thomas! The white boy thought to himself. I’m a man and this is wrong. I have to stop this now. But my poor ass hurts so much that I can’t take another round over one of their laps. 

While his rational mind tried to think of a way to stop this abuse, the young white boy’s body was betraying him in the worst possible way. Thomas was moving up between Jamal’s legs as if in a trance. His mind was screaming at him to stop but his body moved of its own volition. 

Before he was even aware he’d moved Thomas found himself between another man’s legs with his face mere inches from a throbbing, black cock. The white boy noticed the smell first off. It was a stale, musty, overpowering odor that reeked of body sweat, urine, and a funk only associated with a working man’s crotch. 

Tammy looked up at the coal black face of his tormentor for in this look there was no trace of Thomas at all. This simpering, crawling, submissive mess was no man. No, at this moment Thomas didn’t exist, only Tammy and the black men knew it. They’d forced other white boys into similar positions over the years and were well acquainted with that moment when their will was broken. 

Tammy said, “Please”, and the men knowing it was a plea to let him go decided to rub the white bitch’s face in his submission. 

Kane laughed and said, “Listen man the little bitch is begging for your cock.” 

Jamal leaned back in his chair and said, “Well snowflake, you know what daddy wants so give me a nice sloppy kiss.” 

With tears in her eyes and shaking hands, Tammy reached up and took hold of the shaft of Jamal’s massive cock. Jamal moaned at the touch and a drop of precum leaked from the head of his dick glistening in the room’s overhead lights. 

Tammy was repulsed at the thought of tasting the foul liquid but knew she had no choice as she leaned in to obey the command. Tammy puckered her lips tightly and quickly smacked a kiss on the head of Jamal’s cock. 

Both black men laughed and Jamal said, “No princess, not like that. Open those pretty lips of yours and do it right. I want a real kiss, now do it again.” 

Tammy resigned to the fact she was not getting out of this leaned in to repeat the dreaded kiss. She parted her lips and placed them over the piss slit of the bulbous cock head. She moaned softly in humiliation as her lips touched the velvety soft skin of Jamal’s cock. Tammy instantly tasted the salty precum as it leaked into her open mouth and almost pulled away if not for Jamal’s big hand now resting on the back of her head. 

Jamal held Tammy in place for several minutes directing her to make out with his cock head. Tammy planted soft, open mouth kisses all over the mushroom shaped head all the while whimpering in revulsion. 

Of course the black men saw the noises their toy was making as lust for the thick black cock she was kissing and not the humiliation they actually displayed. 

When he felt he’d humiliated the white bitch enough Jamal let go of her head and said, “Now snowflake, go give your other daddy a kiss.” 

The beaten white boy crawled over between Kane’s legs and was immediately assaulted by the overpowering stink of the man’s crotch. Tammy gagged and blinked back tears as Kane laughed at her discomfort. 

“Oh yeah, I forgot to mention, I ain’t had a shower in a few days so there may be a little smell down there bitch.” The black man said. 

Tammy swallowed hard and moved into place between Kane’s legs to repeat her performance on another man’s cock. She gripped the massive shaft in her tiny hand and lifted the head to her lips. The first open mouth kiss tasted like death to poor Tammy. The stink of body odor, piss, and unwashed foreskin was nothing compared to the taste. As Tammy showered kisses all over Kane’s cock head she inadvertently began to scoop up traces of smegma from the unwashed organ. She gagged several times as she tasted the chunky, white, cottage cheese like sludge she kissed off the monster’s cock. 

Kane made sure to move Tammy’s head around with his big hands until he was satisfied all the dick cheese had been slurped up by his sissy pet. When he finally released Tammy the poor sissy looked green. 

“Now bitch” Jamal said, “Turn your ass around and look at the screen. Start stroking our cocks just like yesterday but while you do I want you to narrate what we’re seeing in each picture.” 

The words “Yes Sir” slipped from Tammy’s mouth before she even though of what she was saying and before she knew it the white sissy was facing the screen and gripping the two massive black cocks in her petite little hands. 

Tammy was slowly jerking off her tormentors while she said, “This picture is from our first day on the beach. You can see Jennifer doesn’t have much of a tan yet and her skin is very white.” 

Jamal smacked Tammy on the head and said, “More detail bitch! Tell us about those titties and how much fun we would have sucking and fucking them.” 

Tammy was mortified but continued with a shaky voice. “My wife’s big breasts would be perfect for you to fondle and kiss as you...” 

Kane stopped the white boy with another smack and said, “What the fuck are you doing? Breasts? Fondle? Bitch you better get a sluttier vocabulary real fucking quick.” 

Tammy knew what was expected and was ashamed when she continued her narration. “Jennifer has huge tits with pointy nipples that are amazing for real men like you to squeeze, slap around, and slide your huge cocks between. She is built for black dick and you can see by her enormous tits and bubble butt that she would love to be your slut.” 

“That’s better bitch, keep going.” Jamal said. “And stroke faster.” 

Tammy jerked faster on the big cocks as the next picture scrolled up. This one showed Jennifer bending over to pick up a frisbee with her big round ass pointed at the camera. “As you can see, Jennifer has a nice round ass that would be perfect for taking black cocks Sirs.” 

Jamal spoke up, “Call her Your Slut from now on, you understand what I’m saying snowflake.” 

Tammy said, “Yes sir” before continuing. 

The next pic showed Jennifer laying back on a beach chair sunning herself, her huge tits sticking straight out from her prone body. 

“Your slut’s tits are so perfect they don't droop when she’s laying down sirs. As you can see, your slut’s tits are perfect for fucking your huge black cocks.” Tammy said as she wanked her bosses faster. 

The next picture showed Jennifer laying on her stomach with the strings of her bikini top untied. Clearly visible was the flattened out side boob from her massive tits. 

“In this pic Sirs you can see how those cow tits of your slut hold her up in the air as she lays on them. They’re like pillows for strong men like you to use and abuse in any way you see fit.” Poor Tammy continued with tears in her eyes and a sob in her voice. 

And so it continued for more than thirty pictures with the descriptions getting more vulgar as the display went on. After nearly forty minutes both black men were moaning and panting at their approaching orgasms while poor Tammy was getting cramps in her wrists and arms and was sweating profusely with her efforts. 

You couldn’t have timed it better as both black cocks shot out thick white ropes of cum at the same time. Tammy could feel the heavy cream running up the shafts of these impressive weapons as she stroked each one to climax. 

Twin puddles of steaming spunk soon formed on the floor as the men discharged their loads in satisfaction. Tammy slowed her strokes and was gentle with the men’s cocks as she lay then in the black laps after they’d finished. 

As she was about to go clean her hands Tammy was stopped by Jamal’s hand on her head. “No snowflake” he said. “Today you need to prove just what a submissive slut you are. Before you clean up the floor, you need to clean your daddy’s cocks. Now be a good sissy and lick us both clean.” 

Before Tammy could object Jamal increased the pressure on the white boy’s scalp causing him intense pain. Coming down from the high of forced humiliation Thomas was returning in the eyes of the black men. They now wanted to humiliate the white boy further by reminding him of that fact. 

“Let’s go boy, get to licking. We got other work to do before the end of shift so get to cleaning white boy.” Kane said. 

Thomas had never felt so degraded as he leaned forward and swiped his tongue along the length of Jamal’s now flaccid penis. The taste was repulsive and the texture of the now cooling cum was sickening but Thomas persevered as he lapped up the mess coating Jamal’s penis and inner thighs. He was also careful to lift the huge black took and lick his massive balls clean as well feeling the wiry hairs on the sack scraping his tongue. The taste and odor were far worse on the balls than on the cock but Thomas was thorough nonetheless. 

After performing the same task on the much smellier Kane, Thomas grabbed a wet rag and scrubbed the cooling cum from the floor. Just as he got off his knees the black men ordered him to follow them out to the next plane to load. 

As they walked Jamal said to Thomas, “Now tomorrow we want better pictures. I want to see them titties bare naked. Same with that fat ass and tight pussy. Make it happen bitch.” 

Thomas knew such pictures existed but tried to lie his way out of it by saying, “Sir there are no nude pictures of my wife and I don’t know how I could possibly get any by tomorrow.” 

Jamal stopped, turned, and grabbed Thomas by the throat before saying, “Bitch if you’re lying I’ll find out and I’ll hurt you bad. Now I’ll give you one more chance. Are there naked pics of my slut?” 

Thomas choked out, “Yes sir, I’m sorry sir. I’ll bring them tomorrow sir.” 

Jamal patted Thomas on the head like a pet and said, “Good boy.” before turning and walking away. 

Thomas followed the black men across the hot tarmac straining in his too small uniform wondering if anyone could see his tiny erection and the wet spot forming on the front of his overalls. What the fuck is happening to me? The white boy thought to himself as he followed his bosses to the next job. 

Chapter 5 

Thomas tried to be stealthy as he loaded the pics from his laptop to his phone but Jennifer caught him just the same. 

“What the fuck are you doing with those pics? You know you aren’t allowed to look at them except on your birthday when you get to jerk your little peepee”. Jennifer said. 

Thomas stuttered out quick excuse. “I’m sorry dear I was just transferring them to a better hard drive for safety.” 

“Bullshit! You wanted to rub your little pecker while using me as some freaky jack off prop. Is that what you do at work because from what I understand you certainly aren’t doing any real work there.” Jennifer yelled at him. 

“Wait, what?” Thomas asked. “I work very hard every day I’ll have you know.” 

Jennifer laughed and said, “That’s not what I hear from Jamal.” 

Thomas was shocked and said, “What? How do you know Jamal? You’ve spoken with him? What did he say?” 

“Oh he told me how lazy you are at work. How he and Kane have to do all the work because you’re too much of a wimp to lift all those heavy bags. I told you in the beginning you were better suited to fast food.” Jennifer said berating her husband. 

“Did, did he say anything else?” Thomas asked in fear. 

“Yes”, his bride answered, “He says he thought you were gay because you wear pink panties and are constantly looking at the bulges in the black guy’s overalls. Is that true? Are you sneaking peeks at real men’s cocks Tommy?” 

“No that’s an outright lie!” Thomas said. “I straightened those guys out the first day by letting them know I wasn’t gay and that I like to dress fashionably. I guess I’ll have to give them another lesson today.” 

Jennifer smirked and said, “Oh yes you do that hubby. You give those big black men a talking to and set them straight.” 

Thomas didn’t notice the sarcasm dripping from Jennifer’s voice as he strode out the door looking like he was ready to take on the world. His little white lie about putting the guys in their place would be his little secret. 

When Thomas arrived at work he found other alterations to his uniform. The legs had been cut off into very short shorts while the coveralls were now split in two to make up a shirt and shorts. The shirt was cut off to make a half shirt that exposed his belly button and made it look like he had even more cleavage than before. The overall look was that of a slutty warehouse worker. Some ridiculous costume you’d see for sale on halloween. 

Thomas was humiliated as he got dressed noticing his name tag had also been altered. It still read ‘Tammy’ but was now written in a flowing, girly script in red lettering. He looked like a fool. 

Kane and Jamal got a good laugh at their victim as he made his way into the employee lounge to start his shift. They were particularly pleased to see that by shortening the sissy’s outfit his silky, pink panties now stuck out about the waistline of his shorts. 

“Follow us Tammy” Jamal said as he and Kane walked out of the room. As Tammy followed the poor sissy heard snickering laughter from the other Rampers in the room. 

Instead of heading to the tarmac to work, Kane and Jamal instead led Tammy to the fort down in the bowels of the airport. Tammy was nervous and scared and wondered why they weren’t going out to load planes. 

Kane broke his reverie by saying, “Lightning storm coming in fast, all flights are cancelled for today because of tornado warnings. Looks like we get to play all day sissy.” 

Thomas stopped and tried to assert himself by saying, “Well then guys I should just go home right?” 

Kane laughed as he and Jamal each took hold of one of Tammy’s arms and dragged her towards the fort. 

The men each took a beer from the fridge, sat in their recliners, took a long swig before Jamal said, “Well bitch, let’s get this show on the road.” 

Tammy was terrified but knew there was no way out of this mess so she handed her phone to Kane and waited nervously while he connected it to the TV display. 

Jamal said, “We gonna do things a bit different today whitebread. Today you gonna learn how to suck daddy’s cock.” 

That was the last straw for Tammy. She bolted for the door. She almost made it but just as she was reaching for the doorknob it opened in almost knocking her down. Tammy backpedaled quickly and stared in horror at the sight of at least ten large black Rampers striding into the fort’s hanger in a long line. 

The men walked slowly toward the poor sissy forcing her to turn and walk back toward the two men in the fort. Jamal and Kane were laughing at the sad pathetic look on Tammy’s face as she made her way back into the fort. 

“As you can see snowflake we asked for some assistance in your training today. We had planned to wait a week or two before stepping up your conversion but it looks like god himself wants you sucking dick today according to the weather.” Jamal explained. 

Tammy was whimpering and crying when she pleaded for mercy from the smiling black thugs. She was shaking in fear as Kane reached into her shirt and pulled out her phone. Without a word he connected it to the display and began a slideshow of all the pictures of Jennifer. There were four smaller monitors around the fort each about 40 inch flat screens and the pics of Thomas’ wife were scrolling across all four. 

As the black men made themselves comfortable by each grabbing a beer and finding a seat for the show, Jamal and Kane maneuvered Tammy into the center of the floor. 

 “Please guys, please don’t do this. I’m not gay. I don’t want this. I won’t tell anyone. Please?” Tammy said over and over. 

“But I thought you were going to put us in our place today. You know, like you did before? At least that’s what Jen said you told her.” Kane said with a smile. 

“What? Jen? You mean my Jennifer? She said what? When did you talk to her? Why would she say that?” Tammy tried to be Thomas she really did. She wanted her voice to sound commanding and strong but instead she channeled only Tammy. Her voice sounding like a lisping, sissy, faggot almost in tears begging the strong black men to reassure her that her wife hadn’t betrayed her. 

“Now now little girl. Just calm down. We gonna take good care of you today.” Jamal said as he firmly placed both hands on Tammy’s shoulders and began to push her to her knees. 

Tammy tried to resist but her will was not strong enough and her damn little peepee was straining to get hard again. What the fuck was wrong with her she thought. How could she possibly be getting aroused by this rough treatment? 

Tammy’s head was swimming as she watched from her knees the men removing their overalls. The two familiar black cocks were soon sticking out toward the sissy’s face as their owners smiled down at their captive. 

“Start with those sweet kisses sissy.” Jamal said. 

Tammy felt the last of her rebellion wash away as she reached for the thug’s huge cock. She parted her lips and began kissing the head of the black cock as she’d done the previous day. 

“Now lick it” Jamal said. 

Tammy responded as if on autopilot and began taking long swipes up the cock shaft with her pretty pink tongue. Kane stepped closer and commanded Tammy to stroke his cock while she tongued Jamal’s and the poor sissy began to jack off her other tormentor as Jamal suddenly forced the head of his cock into Tammy’s mouth. 

It was all over for the sissy now. She was trapped. She closed her eyes and began to suckle on the huge spongy head of Jamal’s cock losing herself to the heady flavor and scent. 

Tammy barely registered the words Kane shouted over his shoulder to the other men but managed to catch, “Ok guys looks like the other entertainment is here so have fun.” 

Tammy could not see what or who this other entertainment was but soon heard the sounds of a female moaning as if being pleasured by strong black hands. 

After several minutes of sucking Jamal’s cock Tammy was grabbed by the hair and forced over to Kane’s crotch. She quickly adapted and began to suck the other man’s cock with equal abandon while taking Jamal’s tool in hand to stroke. 

Tammy was lost in a lust she never knew possible and felt as if this is where she truly belonged, on her knees worshiping black cock. She knew this was only a momentary fantasy and that when it was over she would return to being Thomas. She would get her life back. She was determined. But for the time being, Tammy took control and began to enthusiastically suck her daddy’s cock. 

The black men shared a knowing glance at each other as they felt the shift in their sissy’s attitude and they traded her mouth back and forth for nearly an hour. All the while Tammy could hear the far away sounds of a woman being fucked hard and fast by multiple men. Was it porn? Is that the other entertainment? That must be it, she thought. The other guys were watching a porno gangbang movie while she sucked Jamal and Kane off. 

Tammy sucked for all she was worth, moaning and slurping on the thick black meat, moving back and forth between the thugs as if it were her job. All too soon for the men, the end came and they knew they were about to unload. Jamal gave Kane a signal they’d perfected over the years and was the first to fill Tammy’s mouth with hot cum. 

He gave the sissy no warning, just pulled her face in tight to his crotch and unloaded down her throat. Tammy couldn’t even choke on the cum as the enormous cock was wedged in her throat and shooting directly into her stomach. 

After the first 4 huge shots of cum Jamal pulled back so his cock head was resting on his sissy’s tongue and finished pumping out his hot load. Tammy’s mouth quickly filled and Jamal pinched her nose closed so her only choice was to swallow if she wanted to breathe. Tammy’s eyes watered as she gulped down the first massive load tasting it’s salty bitter flavor as the slimy cum swirled around her taste buds. 

Jamal managed to fill the sissies mouth two more times and Tammy felt as if she’d swallowed a quart of the black man’s jizz. 

Tammy had time to suck in a quick breath as Jamal pulled his cock from her mouth and Kane shoved his in. It only took one or two thrusts into the sissy’s mouth before Kane too shot off. Unlike Jamal Kane had his own way of shooting in a sissy and pulled out so only the head of his cock was in Tammy’s mouth. Kane jacked himself off into the sissy’s mouth shooting so hard and with such volume that his cum began to leak from Tammy’s nose. The poor sissy was drowning in cum but the onslaught continued until Kane finally finished with a savage roar pushing the defeated sissy onto the floor. 

Tammy was a mess as cum ran out of her nose and mouth in a creamy river that stained her work shirt and made her slight cleavage look even more feminine. 

The sissy struggled to rise to her knees and was horrified by what greeted her eyes upon rising. There across the room, on the dirty old couch, was Jennifer. She was sitting in the lap of one black man who was clearly balls deep in her asshole while a second man was fucking her pussy from his knees in front of her. A third man was straddling her torso as he thrust his thick cock between her lips while she sucked with wild abandon. 

Two other blacks were seated on either side of Thomas’ wife receiving hand jobs from the busty white woman in a freaky tableau straight out of the most demented porn Thomas had ever seen. 

Jamal kept his prisoner from getting to her feet as he said to the poor sissy, “Now you know. Jen has been a member of our little club for a very long time. She’s been getting all the black dick she can handle while grooming you to take your place as her sissy, cuckold husband.” 

Tammy began to cry and shouted, “Why? Why is this happening? Jennifer, I thought you loved me! You’re my wife!” 

The man fucking Jen’s face moved to the side long enough for her to say, “Fuck you! You wimpy little fairy! I love the idea of having a feminized, cuckold sissy around to serve as my maid and these real men showed me exactly how to get it done. Now I’m busy Tammy so I suggest you lend a hand getting all these guys off or they may decide to hurt you. I’ll explain your new life when we get home.” And with that she went back to sucking the black cock as if Tammy wasn’t even there. 

But Tammy was there, trapped there, crying there, on the floor a broken man now a sissy slut. Jamal and Kane pulled Tammy to her feet and led her over to couch to join Jennifer. A group of black men with massively erect cocks swarmed the submissive white sissy and soon she was indistinguishable from her wanton slutty wife. 

The white couple were used long into the night there in the bowels of the airport while a storm raged outside. What would the morning bring for our newly minted sissy? Only time will tell.