It’s Hard For This Sissy! By Throne (26 Pages) (Patreon)

It’s Hard For This Sissy!

By Throne

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***DEVIN DICKIE NOTE***

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

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

IT'S HARD FOR THIS SISSY

by Throne

Pete had just gotten home from work and he immediately noticed a look of mischief in his wife Andi's pale blue eyes.  He saw that all too often in the past. 

She must have spotted the concern on his face because she wanted to know, "Is something the matter, Petey?"

She was calling him by the diminutive of his name.  The switch from Pete to Petey was another bad sign.

"It's just..." he extemporized, "that you seem... distracted."

"Well, yes.  Something did come up."

"Um.  What was it?" he asked with foreboding. 

"Remember Axel?"

Of course he did.  That was the most recent in his wife's sting of lovers.  Another big hunk who ravished her and abused Pete. 

Instead of mentioning any of that, the unhappy husband just said, "I remember."

"Here's the funny thing.  Axel had a buddy.  He told him about everything that went on with the three of us and, well, now that guy is interested in meeting me."  She shrugged.  "I guess I've gotten a reputation for having round heels."

"But Andi, this is so wrong.  First of all, you weren't supposed to get intimate with anyone except guys we knew in school.  Wasn't that the deal?"

"It was," she conceded.  "And I suppose we had worked through all of them.  It's like I slept with half the yearbook, practically.  And I know it was rough on you, especially since so many of those were the same big mean ones who bullied you in the past.  It's just that, well, Axel must have really talked me up and now I don't want to let down his buddy."

"What kind of a rationalization is that?  We're married.  This can't just go on and on."

His attractive blond spouse but her hands on her hips and her entire attitude changed.  She was gorgeous, with a shapely figure that boasted breasts too large to be in proportion with the rest of her, everything shown off by a sleeveless top and low-slung, tight slacks.  Pete knew the look on her face now, as well.  An angry Andi was someone he didn't want to deal with.  He would do almost anything to avoid a loud confrontation.  Besides, he knew from long experience that he would lose anyway.  And she had subjected him to her will often enough by then that any lingering impulse to fight back was long gone.

She said, on a slow simmer that threatened to turn into a boil, "I think I shouldn't be speaking to Petey.  Who I need to talk with is Panty.  Why don't you go into the bedroom and see if you can send her out here?"

He tightened up inside.  His familiar bad dream was starting again.  Pete lowered his eyes and muttered agreement.  He slouched into the bedroom and got undressed.  It was still strange, even three months after the laser treatments, to see his body completely hairless, and to know it would always stay that way.  Besides that, he hated to look down and see his penis squashed down to almost nothing in its very snug chastity cage.  He sighed and went to the vanity table, all white and pink, to sit in the matching chair.  Looking at himself in the mirror he couldn't stop focusing on his pale gold hair, worn at collar length, his thinned out eyebrows, especially narrow at their outside ends, and his naturally full mouth. 

There were cosmetics spread out in front of him and he used them with practiced ease.  Soon that hair was brushed and sprayed into fullness, those slender eyebrows were darkened to make them stand out, and his lips were outlined and covered in flat red, brush-on, lip color to make them pop.  There was also eye shadow and more blush than needed.  He had stopped resembling Pete or even Petey and was now occupying his feminine persona, Panty.  It was such a humiliating name.

Pete got up and went to the dresser.  He opened a drawer and selected a brief nightie, one that barely reached to his hips.  There were panties in the same shade of pink.  Everything was so sheer that it afforded not even a little modesty.  His cock cage would be plainly visible.  He sat on the side of the bed and rolled stockings up his smooth legs.  Then he stepped into high-heeled slippers, clear plastic ones with a pink tint.  There were even plastic bows on them. 

The defeated husband went back to the living room, remembering to put a swish in his walk and hold his arms out slightly.  His wife smirked as she saw him.  Obviously, it gave her a thrill to emasculate her husband.  She snapped her fingers and told him to make sure the fridge was properly stocked.  There hadn't been any beer in there since Axel went away.  But sure enough, when he opened the door, his wife had restocked it with two six packs.  Behind them were a pair of wine bottles, red and white.  When he checked the cabinet there was an unopened quart of expensive whiskey in the usual spot.  Probably she'd had the liquor store deliver.  Having it brought there was an unnecessary extravagance for which she always over-tipped, but it was his money paying for the convenience, and sometimes she liked to spend more of what he earned just because she could. 

Naturally, she knew the fridge was stocked with potables.  This was just one more example of her mentally tweaking him.  He should have been used to it, yet such added reminders of his status always tormented him.  When her latest bedmate, whoever he was arrived, it would only get worse. 

As if on cue, there was a loud knock on the door.  Pete went to the hall entrance to the living room and peeked around.  Andi opened the front door and there stood a tall broad-shouldered man.  He had short hair, a thick mustache, and a winning smile.  He wore a well-cut sport jacket over a black shirt.  His slacks were charcoal grey.  He was Black.  Pete froze up inside.  None of her previous lovers had been men of color.  This was somehow deeply disturbing to him. 

In a sugary voice she said, "You must be Dwayne.  Please come in."

She stepped aside and the big man entered, glancing around and nodding approvingly.  "Nice place.  Axel told me your husband keeps everything real clean."

"He does.  Petey cleans up absolutely whatever I tell him to."  She checked where her husband was keeping himself mostly hidden.  "Don't be shy, Panty.  Come and meet our visitor."

Pete came out reluctantly, his fingers laced together in front of his chastity.  He separated his hands, pinched the hem of his nightie between thumbs and forefingers, and executed a neat curtsey.

Dwayne laughed.  "Damn.  You really got that sissy housebroken."

"Panty is well trained."  To her husband she said, "Aren't you, dear?"

"Yes, dear," he whispered. 

"Why don't you show Dwayne just obedient you can be.  By kissing the toes of both his shoes."

"I..."  Pete made a small choking sound.  "I will."

He sank to his knees a short distance from Dwayne and crawled to him, bowed his head, and pressed his puckered lips to the tip of each shoe, making distinct kissing sounds.  Then he turned his eyes up toward the figure towering over him.

"That is just too good," Dwayne declared.  "I heard from Axel that your sissy might even kiss more than shoes."

"Well, he hasn't done it yet.  But if I give him the word, and if he knows what's good for him, he'll do that too."

Pete wanted to gag.  She had only hinted at making him please a man with his mouth.  She'd even had him practice on a series of ever-larger dildos until he could handle the largest without trouble.  He had assumed it was all hollow threats, meant only to add to his anxiety.  Now, however, it sounded much too real.

"So hey," Dwayne said to Pete.  "You know what I want?"  He grabbed his crotch suggestively.

"Sir?"  The word was a strained syllable. 

"What I want right now -- with no backtalk, girl -- is for you to give me -- "  He stared hard at Pete.  " -- a cold beer."

Andi chuckled at the discomfort Dwayne had caused her husband.  She said, "And pour me a glass of white wine, Panty."

"Yes, darling."

Pete minced out of the room.  He got the drinks ready and set them on a little silver tray.  When he returned the couple was seated on the sofa, very close together.  They accepted their drinks and raised them in a toast. 

"Here's to good times," Andi said.

"And great sex," Dwayne added.

After she took a sip and he downed a swallow, the pair moved apart.  Andi patted a spot between them and gestured for her husband to sit there.  He went to them unhappily and delicately sat.  The two chatted some more, as if he wasn't even there.

Then Andi said to Dwayne, "Guess it's time to see what I'm getting myself into.  Or rather, what's I'll be getting into myself."

She leaned across Pete and put her hand on the Black man's lap.  As she rubbed the length of his cock through his pants she smiled appreciatively. 

"You like?" Dwayne asked.

"I love.  That's one hell of a big cock."

"Go ahead.  Take it out." 

Pete was very uncomfortable sitting where he was.  His wife gently undid Dwayne's belt and opened his pants.  She lowered his fly.  He raised his hips so she could work down his pants.  The front of his boxer shorts was all that covered his penis.  Andi slid away from him and angled her body so that she could stretch out on her tummy.  That put her big bust on Pete's lap.  The sissy husband was immediately aroused.  His cock lock kept him from getting an erection and that made his balls ache.  Andi reached through the fly of Dwayne's shorts and worked free his cock.  It stood up proudly, nearly nine thick inches. 

She looked up at Pete and said, "Isn't it magnificent?" 

"I... guess."

Andi wrapped her fingers around the shaft as far as they would reach.  "Oh, come on, Panty.  It's fantastic.  Maybe you just need to touch it."

"No.  I mean, no thank you.  You were right.  It's... um... marvelous."

"But if you could feel it, like I'm doing, you'd get a better -- heh, heh -- feel for it."

"I'd rather not."  His wispy voice didn't carry any power. 

She gave the impressive pole a few strokes.   "Come on now, Panty.  I checked with Dwayne while you were out of the room.  He doesn't mind if you rub his tool."

Dwayne added, "Yeah.  I want to feel those soft hands of yours on me, Panty Girl.  In fact -- " His tone grew more serious.  " -- I'd be insulted if you didn't take a turn with my business."

"Uh oh," Andi said.  "You heard the man, Panty.  Don't want to get him upset.  If Panty doesn't do her part, she might get punished.  Is that what you want?  A hard spanking from big angry Dwayne?  Or whatever else he feels like doing to you?"

Pete sniffled.  "No, honey.  It's just that I've never... done that."

"Well it's time to start." 

Andi took her husband's wrist and moved his hand closer to its target.  His fingers trembled.  He got them partway around that enviable girth but didn't do anything else.

"Go on, candy ass," Dwayne coaxed, his demeanor softening.  "That's a good start.  Now show it some love."

The nervous man's hand went up and down several times, producing a satisfied growl from Dwayne.  Andi got up on her knees and brought her head down so she could cap the big knob with her mouth.  She sucked hungrily and swirled her tongue around it.  Pete whimpered.  This was utterly humiliating, to be pumping the powerful man's cock while his wife fellated it.  And being in that girly lingerie made everything even worse.  The cuckold's lips quivered.  His wife freed the dark cock-head and sat up on her haunches. 

She decided, "It's time to head for the bedroom.  I can't wait another minute to have that beautiful monster inside me."

Dwayne chuckled.   "And I'm ready for some pussy."   He gave Pete's forearm a hard pinch.  "You're done for now, Miss Magic Hands.  Maybe we'll have something else for you to do a little later.  But right now I want you in there with us.  You need to see your wife getting properly taken care of by a real man."

"I've..."  Pete had trouble speaking.  "... seen that already.  A lot."

"And now you're going to see it again.  Ever watched your pretty Missus with a Black dude?"

"No, Sir."

"This time you're going to.  Get down there and take my shoes off, wimp."

Grateful to be off the sofa, Pete did as he was told.  On his knees between Dwayne's feet, he found his face awkwardly close to that threatening organ.  With difficulty he got the shoes untied and off.  Also his socks.  Then Dwayne rose and dropped his pants and shorts.  Andi stood and got the big man out of his jacket and shirt.  His body was firm, the muscles well defined.  Seeing that made Pete more aware of how soft he was himself.  His wife ran her hands over Dwayne's broad chest and well-developed biceps.  She took hold of his cock again. 

It was unsettling for Pete to see them like that, with her still dressed and the man she was obsessing over naked.  Andi went to the middle of the room and performed an inviting striptease in slow motion.  Pete's chastity once again proved its effectiveness.  After she was naked she took Dwayne's hand and led him toward the bedroom.  Andi raised one hand, snapped her fingers, and signaled for her spouse to follow. 

Once they were in the bedroom, Dwayne told Pete, "Go stand over there by the dresser.  Now give us a sexy pose.  Get to it."

The sissy put his hands on his hips and tilted his head to the side.  The couple eyed him critically.

"No," decided Andi.  "Not hot enough.  Try something else."

Pete squatted down and put his hands to his chest, as if he was squeezing two female breasts.  Dwayne raised one eyebrow.

"That's nice and slutty," said the naked man.  "Now you just stay like that while me and my woman get busy."

The husband wanted to know, "For the whole time?"

"You got it," Dwayne said.  "And I'm not going to rush anything."

"And while you're down there, Panty," said the woman on the bed, "you can play with your nipples."

"But I shouldn't...  I don't want to..."

"Aww," Andi said with mock concern.  "You shouldn't make Petey's peter get all excited in its itty bitty cage?  And you don't want to make your baby balls ache even worse than they do already?  Poor moo-moo.  But I don't want you to feel left out while us two are having all the fun.  So tease your nipples with your fingers -- you can do that without getting out of that pretty pose -- and maybe you can have a sissy orgasm."

Dwayne questioned, "A sissy O?  What's that?"

"It's when, instead of spurting like a man, he just dribbles like the pansy he is.  Pansy Panty."

"That's good," enthused Dwayne.  "Get started now, wuss.  Play with those nipples.  You know seeing you mess with yourself is going to get us all heated up.  And I'm sure you want your wife to have a good time.  So just think of your performance as helping us."

Pete whined faintly, "But I don't WANT to."

No matter what he wanted, what he did was to begin toying with his nipples.  They were highly reactive, immediately directing sexual energy through his body, making him tingle all over, and causing his trapped cock to make another futile attempt at erecting.  His poor balls throbbed with the need to be drained.  Because his wife and her Black lover could see him, he didn't dare to stop teasing himself.  Worse, he wasn't sure that he wanted to stop. 

The naked pair got comfortable on the bed.  Dwayne pulled Andi against him and they shared deep kisses.  Pete's wife was on her side, with her back toward him, so he had a clear view of Dwayne's dark hand roaming over her pale bottom.  It was intensely erotic.  The squatting figure suppressed a moan.  Andi got onto her back and Dwayne put himself between her outstretched, well spread legs, sitting up on his haunches, looking like an idol to be worshipped, his enormous cock jutting out like some ultimate fertility symbol.  He switched into the missionary position and began entering her.  Her initial purring rose into an extended cry of pleasure as he buried his entire tool in her and held it there.

"OMG," she sighed.  "You have to start screwing me right now.  I can't stand to wait."

"I don't know," her lover mused.  "This feels damn good, just being balls-deep in your pussy.  And having your pathetic sissy watching us.  With Panty having to diddle her titties that way, making herself more and more horny, while she's looking so girly-pretty."

"Oh, Dwayne," she groaned.  "Stop talking and start plowing me.  I'm begging you."

He chuckled, the sound deep and throaty.  "If you insist, baby."

All at once he was thrusting spiritedly, making her entire body rock to his rhythm.  Pete's eyes went wide.  He was in mental agony, seeing his wife so well pleasured by a confident man with a huge endowment, while he had to maintain that uncomfortable pose and keep on stimulating himself.  He was desperate to have any kind of relief, even a sissy orgasm.  His legs were getting sore.  He couldn't stop focusing on the action on the bed.  He didn't want it to excite him but his mind was on autopilot, craving more of what he was seeing. 

Over the next half hour, Dwayne gave Andi two squealing climaxes.  Then he built her up toward a third.  Just as she was entering the ecstasy zone again he let himself go and flooded her with his spunk.  Pete whimpered and looked down to see that there was cum leaking out of the end of his cock-lock.  He was ejaculating but without the full degree of associated pleasure.  Still, he was grateful for whatever he could achieve.  Would this be the total of his sex life from now on?

After the couple were lying side-by-side and had relaxed for a while, Andi called out to her spouse, "Panty, honey.  There's a big mess between my legs that's not going to clean itself up.  And since it was your sissy performance that got us so excited, it's your job to lick up Dwayne's thick rich cream.  Come here, sissy.  Get your tongue in my pussy and claim your reward."

His stomach was roiling at the thought of what he had to do.  His wife had made him perform that unappetizing act before, but always after her lovers had departed.  Now the latest one was going to witness him demeaning himself.

As Pete straightened up, his muscles complaining, Dwayne wanted to know, "Did you have a sissy O, Panty?  Did you dribble out a load?"

"Yes, Sir," he admitted meekly.

"Well, then, get back down there and lap it up off the floor.  Can't have nobody slipping on that stuff."

Pete sank to hands and knees, brought his face almost to the floor, and aimed his tongue at the small puddle.  He licked it up and forced himself to swallow.  He hated that his bride was seeing him disgrace himself that way.  After it was done he got onto the foot of the bed.  That gave him a closer look at Dwayne's member.  Even flaccid it was bigger than his would be if out of chastity and hard.  He brought his mouth close to his wife's cum-smeared pussy lips and the excess that was oozing from between them.  He could smell the scents of Dwayne's ejaculate and his wife's secretions.  Pete fastened his lips over her split and ran his tongue up and down, gathering up the slime and forcing himself to gag it down.  He looked up the length of her body to see the Black man up on one elbow, tenderly kissing her while massaging her shoulder.  Pete had to stay where he was until she was thoroughly cleaned, outside and in. 

She told him, "You can take pride in a job well done, pansy.  Now why don't you ask the man who just drove your wife to three glorious climaxes if he wants the same treatment?"

"What?"  Pete couldn't believe what she had just said.  "You mean to lick his cum off his... off him?"

"Off his cock," she corrected.  "Yes.  And ask him politely, with the proper respect a princess should show a real man."

Pete's mind was whirling.  His wife had never made him do that before.  It was too much.  He had gone into denial about the earlier threats.  Yet there he was, so feminized, having just watched Dwayne take her, having licked his own semen off the floor, and then consumed the Black man's impressive output directly from her body.  So how could he refuse or even question what was demanded of him now?

In his wispiest voice, Pete asked, "Dwayne, Sir, would you like me to lick all that cream off your..."  He remembered his wife's correction.  "... off your cock?  Sir?"

"Sure.  Why not?  Might get me started thinking about second round with your sexy Missus later on.  Give you another show that you won't never forget.  So get to getting."

A very reluctant Pete moved from his wife to her Black lover.  He inched forward until he was confronting that soft member, draped across Dwayne's firm thigh.  He brought his lips, so bright with the brush-on flat-red color, close enough to deliver a chaste kiss to the waiting head.   Trying not to break down and cry, he kissed his way to the root.  With no other delaying tactics coming to mind, he extended his tongue and ran it along the considerable length.

"That's what I'm taking about," Dwayne said with satisfaction. 

Now it was Andi's turn to prop herself up and give some romantic kisses.  The contrast between what her mouth and his were doing was not missed by Pete.   Waves of shame ran through him while he lavished attention on the man who had just reestablished Pete's cuckold status.   The dominated husband had to lick where Dwayne's shaft met his scrotum, and on the ball sac itself.  He had to go over the long rod several times to make sure he reclaimed every smear of spunk.  The worst part was going to be cleaning the head, and getting behind the corona.  He postponed that for last but eventually could delay it no longer.  As he began to suck and swirl, his wife intentionally switched from locking lips with her lover, to using her tongue on one of Dwayne's nipples and her fingers on the other.  As she intended, the added jolt of stimulation made his cock stir.  A minute later it was noticeably enlarging.  As it filled out, it took up more space in Pete's mouth.  He moaned in upset. 

"Whoa," Dwayne said.  "We got something going on down there, Andi baby.  Your fruity husband is trying to get me interested in a full-scale blowjob.  I mean, he's really working at it."

"I suspected he was going in that direction," she said, before giving even more attention to the Black man's nipples.  "It's not like I'M doing anything to get you hard again."

"Right.  But that Panty girl sure is."

"Well, she deserves a break.  Why don't we give her what she's been wanting all along?"

"I'd rather have your mouth on me."

"But my jaw is still sore from earlier," she exaggerated.   "That monster of yours is a real jawbreaker."

"Sure is.  So I guess sissy gets a turn with it.  Damn but we're nice to her."

"Truth."

Pete couldn't believe what he was hearing.  They actually expected him to perform oral sex on Dwayne's massive member.  It made him feel sick.  Yet he'd already had his tongue all over it and now he was mouthing that thick knob.  Pete had to alter his position to accommodate the angle of the pole as it rose.  Soon he was on his knees, his body curled over so he could continue lavishing attention on it.  All the practice he'd had on dildos came back to him.  Pete took the full length into his throat.  His wife persisted in elevating the Black man's need.   She got both hands beneath one of her oversized breasts and pulled it toward her mouth so she could lick and suck it's end.

"Damn, woman," Dwayne said.  "You know what gets me cooking.  Keep it up and I'm going to bust a nut in your sissy's mouth." 

She switched to the opposite boob.  "You mean like THIS?"  Andi closed her eyes and made love to her tit with her mouth, purring and breathing hard.

"Whoa, bitch.  That's just what I mean."  He gritted his teeth and breath hissed between them. 

Pete back off and resumed concentrating on the knob.  Before he knew what was happening, hot semen blasted against the roof of his mouth in rapid-fire jets.  It coated his tongue and gathered underneath.  He was forced to swallow some of it, as repugnant as that was.  Without thinking about it, he kept sucking until every drop had been extracted from Dwayne.  The big man eased his cock out of Pete's mouth.  A pearly drop of cum appeared at the corner of the cuckold's lips.  He closed his eyes and gulped down more.

Andi told him, "Open up, Panty.  Let's see the gift my man gave you."

Choking slightly, he dropped his lower jaw and displayed how much spunk was still there.  He blinked rapidly and his lips writhed in revulsion. 

"Isn't that pretty?" Andi enthused.  "Stick out your tongue."  When he obeyed she said, "See?  You earned your white sissy badge.  You're officially a fag-boy, Panty."

Between dry heaves he begged, "Please, may I go rinse my mouth?"

Dwayne told him, "No way, princess.  Savor the flavor.  We're just trying to help you get the rest of the way in touch with your girly side."

"Yeah," seconded Andi.  "Pretty soon you'll be ready for the final step."

Pete didn't want to think about what they would be.

*********

An increasingly familiar type of scene was taking place a few nights later.  Andi was sitting on the couch in slacks and a tight sleeveless top with no bra under it.  Her stunning bust was shown off by the clinging material.  On her feet, reaching up almost to her knees was a pair of black leather boots that zipped up the back, with three-inch stiletto heels.  Pete was naked except for a very tight corset -- red with black trim -- and fishnet stockings.  He was on his knees in front of his wife with his mouth against one boot, kissing it reverently.  Then he licked his way from toe to top, moved to the other side, and went from top to toe.  He got on his belly, lifted one of her feet with both hands, and sucked the narrow heel, taking all of it into his mouth.   Inside its cramped prison, his penis attempted yet again to get hard.  His balls throbbed.  He whimpered as he switched to fellating the second heel.  His wife smirked at him.

Suddenly Dwayne was in the room with them.  He had entered the house stealthily with the key Andi had given him.  She smiled at the tall imposing Black man.  He put a finger to his lips to signal for silence.  Then he moved to a spot behind where Pete was still on his knees, face down and ass up, focused on his wife's boots.  Dwayne quietly knelt behind him.  Without warning he gripped the submissive husband's hips and dug his fingers into the yielding flesh.  Pete howled in surprise and pain.  His tormentors laughed uproariously. 

Dwayne said, "Looks like you're trying to move in on my woman.  Is that what you're doing?"

"No, Sir.  I'm not.  Please don't hurt me."

"Hurt you?  You mean like this?"

The clothed man put himself at an angle that was better for what he was about to do.  He raised one wide hand and slapped Pete's unprotected bottom with considerable force.  The cuckold yelped and reflexively tried to escape.  His wife got both her hands into his long blond hair and kept him where he was.  Dwayne continued swinging, turning both cheeks from white to pink to red while Pete hollered and began to cry.  Not until the husband was a blubbering wreck did his punisher cease.  While Pete gasped and tried to catch his breath, with his wife still keeping him in position, Dwayne opened his pants and got them down around his knees.  His heavy cock was already semi-tumescent.  He put himself directly behind Pete again to repeat the hip grabbing move, but this time it was followed by him rubbing his still growing member against those blazing buttocks.  It didn't take much of that to get the Black stallion completely hard. 

"What are you doing?" Pete wailed.  "You've never gone after me back there.  Let me use my mouth on you instead.  Okay?"

"Not okay," Dwayne told him.  "Your Missus and me have been talking and we decided to make you a 100% pansy.  Can't do that without me getting balls-deep into your sissy chute."

Andi said, "You heard the man, Panty.  It's time for him to push you over the line.  I can tell you from experience that when Dwayne pushes, you REALLY feel it."

"But I don't want to be a complete sissy.  Can't we just stop where we are?  I'll be good and do whatever you say."

"You certainly will," Dwayne assured him.  "And what I say is for you to relax and enjoy it while I open up your back door."  To Pete's wife he said, "Do you have that lube we talked about?"

"Sure thing."  She reached between the cushions of the sofa and produced a big tube.  "I can't decide if you should only use a little so it hurts him more, or if you should use a lot so you can turn his butthole into a superhighway for your cock."

"I feel like taking a ride a top speed, so I'm going to use plenty.  Get it all over my Johnson.  Keep it greasy so it goes in easy."

"Sir," Pete begged piteously.  "Please don't put your... your Johnson into me."

"Oh, you don't have to call it Johnson.  You can call it Rammer.  Or you can call it Slammer.  Or you can call it Rammer-Slammer.  Or you can call it Sissy Splitter.  But you doesn't has to call it Johnson." 

"Noooo." 

Andi tossed the tube to her Black lover, who proceeded to generously slater cream all over his rigid tool.  He gave her back the gel and planted his member's head against Pete's tightness. 

"You ready for a thrill, Panty?"

"No.  You're too big.  It's going to... OWOWOWOW!"

"Take a deep breath, princess.  Once I'm all the way in you're going to love it."

"Too much.  Too thick.  Can't stand..."

"Almost there.  My big balls will be up against your little ones after another -- UNGH -- push.  There we go.  Gave you the whole butt-buster."

"Take it out.  Please.  Sir."  Pete was breathing hard.

"Now how about I take it halfway out, like this?  And then shove it back in like THIS."

"OHHHH.  I'm... It's..."

Dwayne reached around under Pete's midsection and took a feel.  "There's all kinds of goo leaking out of the end of your cock cage, girl.  You still want to tell me you don't like this?"

"I can't help that.  It's just because of all the stimulation.  I don't -- OH MY -- want you to -- WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME? -- don't want you to stop.  Why does it feel so good?"

The dominant man wiped his hand on the side of Pete's neck.  "Like we said, you've just been a sissy waiting to have his real self woken up.  And once I give a wake-up call to your pansy personality, it won't never go back to sleep."

"But I can't be a sissy from now on.  I'm a -- YES, DO IT LIKE THAT -- I'm a married -- OMG, IT'S INCREDIBLE -- married man."

Andi yanked on her spouse's hair and told him, "It's been a long time since you were anything close to a man.  Once Dwayne dumps a load of his spunk into you, whatever maleness was left will be gone.  Get ready to enter Fairyland, Panty.  On a one-way trip."

"No.  YES.  No.  YES, YES YES!"

The corset was squeezing Pete's middle atrociously as his body rocked.  His tail was still on fire from the spanking.  And his rear entrance was being widened painfully.  But his erogenous zones were all fired up and ready to erupt with volcanic force.  His penis strained against the cage.  Dwayne gave half a dozen violent thrusts, growled through gritted teeth, and spurted.  At the same time, Pete let out a wild cry and felt something like an orgasm.  Another sissy O.  Moments later it was all over.  He couldn't believe how intense his pleasure had been.  He was disgraced by the way he had insisted that Dwayne use him.  Now Andi let go of his hair and he let his head fall forward. 

"Panty is a sissy," his wife chanted in a singsong voice.  "Panty is a sissy."

"And," Dwayne contributed, "she's a real fine one.  Her ass was trying to eat me alive.  Damn but she's good."

"Can't we," Pete asked with a sob, "go back to how it was before?  Can't I be just partway a sissy?"

"Nope."  Dwayne chuckled.  "Sounded to me like your baby dick got out of control when I was finishing my ride.  Didn't you cum, Panty?"

"I... sort of did.  As much as I could with the cage on.  It felt terrific but it wasn't enough."

"Don't worry," Dwayne assured him.  "I'll take care of that sweet sissy tunnel of love pretty often."  He said to Andi, "You got that sex toy thing?"

"Sure do."  From between the cushions she took a black butt plug.  "Here it is.   For my queer husband who likes dark things up his ass."

Dwayne chortled.  He took the plug, withdrew his blacksnake, and quickly replaced it with the rubber-goods item.  A quick few tugs assured him that it wouldn't slip free.

"There you go, Panty.  All stoppered up, so none of that precious cream leaks out.  I know you sissies love to have it inside you."

"I..."  Pete sniffled.  "I feel so unclean."

"Tell me that next time your sissy pussy is hungry for my cock.  Tell me that it makes you feel unclean and you don't want me to do it.  You tell me not to and maybe I won't."

"Yeah, right," Andi said skeptically.  "Like he's going to turn down a good reaming after how much he got off on it just now.  I don't think so.  What about you, Panty?  Think you'll be able to just say no to Dwayne's magnificent man-meat?"

"It's not right for him to..."

"HEY.  I didn't ask you if it's right.  Or how it makes you feel.  All I want to know is if you're going to refuse it when he offers it."

"I..."  Pete's lips quivered and his features were contorted by the struggle not to surrender.  But in the end he gave up and conceded, "No.  I won't.  You two broke something inside me.  I'm not a man anymore.  I'm a..."  He took a steadying breath.  "... a sissy now.  And I won't be able to tell Dwayne no."

The lovers laughed.  Dwayne jabbed the protruding end of the plug with one thick finger, making Pete flinch.  Then the Black stud went to the bathroom to shower off.  When he came back, Pete was where he had left him, nursing his fiery bottom cheeks and abused opening while he lapped his own drippings off the floor.  Then he got up on his knees with his arms around himself.  Dwayne gave Andi a long kiss and they congratulated each other on a job well done.  Then Andi told her husband he could go and get himself a blanket from the walk-in closet, go to the bedroom, and curl up in it at the foot of the bed.  Her bed.  Hers and Dwayne's. 

"Yes, Ma'am," he said meekly.

Already, no matter how hard he tried not to, as much as he told himself he didn't want it to happen, he was secretly looking forward to the next time Dwayne would turn him into a mewling, desperate-for-more, sissy slut... which was what he had truly become.