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Reconditioning!

By Brian Masters

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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.

Reconditioning!

By Brian Masters

Part 1

Silas sat back in comfort at his large mahogany desk and enjoyed the way the soft leather chair completely fitted his muscular body as he looked over the young couple seated across

from him. Silas had been the preacher here at Ebony Bliss Church for several years and had become proficient at choosing just the right couples to counsel in his special therapy program. The well built black minister had a special knack for knowing which young, white, couples needed a helping hand in their marriages and as he sat there looking at Kayla and Chase he was surprised at just how perfect this pair was for his unique brand of couple’s therapy.

Silas ran a camp on the outskirts of town where he took special care of certain couples. He was always on the lookout for young, married, white, men and women with no ties in the community and his most recent discovery was a jackpot. He knew from previous sessions that Kayla and Chase had moved to this small town from the big city to get away from the rampant crime and hectic lifestyle. The young couple had confided in Silas that they both had no family at all and it was lonely for the two of them in a crowded city. They’d hoped a small town would feel more like a family for them and Silas was only too happy to welcome them into his flock. At first the young couple were nervous to be members of a mostly black congregation but they soon learned to be comfortable under Reverend Silas’s tutelage.

As the black minister looked over the white husband and wife before him he was once again thrilled with the contrast of the young man and woman. Kayla was a stunning woman with a body that would stop traffic. She was built like a porn star with perfect round breasts that despite their enormous size showed no sign of sag whatsoever. Silas figured her bust size to easily be a 44DD and

was eternally happy to see her ass was just as lushiss. This white girl had a booty straight out of a rap video and every black man in the congregation lusted after her every week. Kayla had long, wavy, blond hair just past her shoulders that looked like a sunrise and smelled like every man’s idea of heaven. Her smooth, bronze skin had a wonderful scent of coconut and warm beach breezes making her extremely popular with any and every man she came into contact with on a daily basis. She carried herself with a confidence and joy for life that was infectious to all around her. Her full red lips and bright blue eyes looked as though they came straight from a movie poster and if you could take your gaze away from her firm, swaying breasts, you would most certainly become lost in her beautifully structured face. Kayla was nearly perfect in every way except for her attraction to Chase.

You see Chase was an anomaly when seated beside the beauty of Kayla. He was a short statured man, standing only 5’4” in height, a good 4 inches shorter than his voluptuous wife. He was what you might call an effeminate man or in a less politically correct time, a fairy boy. He was thin to the point of being scrawny but had a round butt like a woman so that from behind he was almost always mistaken for one. Men found themselves staring at that bouncing, bubble butt as they walked behind Chase only to be disgusted when they saw it was a male of sorts they were following. Chase had only ever worked in an office, played no sports, and was not very mechanically inclined, so his hands and features were soft like a woman. He had the bad luck to have light colored hair, so blond it was almost white which gave him the look of a completely denuded girl. To look at the poor boy naked would

be like examining a teenage girl with little to no body hair at all. Chase’s hair was nearly shoulder length and framed his face in such a way as to accentuate his soft thick lips, green eyes, thin eyebrows, and perfectly smooth skin. The poor boy looked like a girl and there was nothing to be done about it. In fact he never really noticed it himself and actually thought he was a rather masculine man, a fact that amused every real man who ever met the white boy. The fact that he always wore pastel colors and dressed in flamboyant styles only added to the effect.

Silas smiled as he looked at the two troubled youngsters before him and began to imagine how much fun he would have with them when he got them to his special camp. He’d already planted the seeds of dissent in the couple over previous therapy sessions and was now ready to reel in his latest catch.

“So Kayla, have you given any thought to what we talked about last time?” Silas asked with a smile.

“Yes Reverend I have, and you’re right of course, I do tend to allow my needs to go unfulfilled. It’s just that I always believed that marriage was all about being a good wife and tending to my husband’s needs. I never imagined my own wants and desires to be of any importance until you explained how marriage in the 21st century should be centered around the wife’s pleasure. It makes sense in a way. I mean the way you’ve explained how white men have had their turn and that reparations are owed and how

women have been treated as second class citizens for so long, I mean there’s just so much to think about it makes my head spin.”

Silas grinned and said, “Good, good. I’m glad you’re starting to see how important your needs are. And you Chase? Have you been a good boy and thought long and hard about how you can change your ways?”

Chase squirmed uncomfortably in his seat as he flushed with shame at the preacher’s unflinching gaze. Chase was always nervous around black men but the Reverend made him even more uptight as the man’s imposing figure, strict tone of voice, and position of authority all made Chase feel like less of a man in his presence. It also seemed the Reverend didn’t like Chase very much as his attention was always devoted to Kayla with smiling kind words while his attitude toward Chase was always that of contempt and disappointment. The white boy gulped audibly and said, “Um, yes sir Reverend Silas. I’ve given it lots of thought. I see now that you’re right, white men like myself have had free reign for too long and need to start showing the proper respect. I can also see how you might think of me as rather effeminate because of the way I dress and talk but I assure you that’s just the big city in me. I’m not gay at all and I can’t wait to prove it to you at camp. I think you’ll see there’s no need to pray the gay away for me sir. I understand how Kayla’s needs are just as important” Chase stopped suddenly as Silas glared at him fiercely, then continued with, “I mean her needs are actually more important than mine since I’ve had the advantages of white privilege all my life. Kayla

being a woman deserves the spotlight while I need to learn my place in her shadow.”

Silas thought to himself, this meeting couldn’t have gone better if he’d scripted it, and he smiled in delight before continuing. “Good, I’m thrilled to hear it. It’s very important that white boys in this new age learn they aren’t the top dogs they always thought they were. You need to start seeing your wife for what she is, a powerful, smart, beautiful woman who should never be held back by any white boy’s needs.”

The black man scowled at Chase as he spoke and the poor white boy felt himself shrink under the gaze of such a powerful man. The white boy could almost smell his own flop sweat as he felt panic begin to creep up his spine. He began to sweat as the preacher leaned across his desk and zeroed in on the poor white boy. Chase struggled to listen to the Reverend’s words as the black man continued speaking while turning his gaze over to Kayla and brightening his features with a warm smile for the lovely white wife.

“I think it’s great how you two are working to strengthen your marriage in this way. In fact I’m so happy with your progress I’ve decided to offer you a spot at our exclusive Bound in Bliss Camp, or BBC as we call it. I think you two will fit right in and the exercises and workshops will certainly strengthen your wonderful

union and help Chase find his way toward true heterosexual masculinity.” Silas finished.

Kayla giggled and squirmed in her seat at the news as she’d been hoping for a chance to get away and had heard great things about the church’s camp program. Chase on the other hand was fearful and nervous at the thought of spending weeks in the wilderness with the intimidating men the Reverend always had hanging around helping him. They were called Church Proctors but they looked like a paramilitary unit. Every one of them was over six feet tall and built like linebackers. They all dressed in black suits and wore dark sunglasses. Chase was certain he’d seen several of them staring at his wife on more than one occasion so the thought of spending time with them alone in the woods was not something Chase looked forward to at all. But seeing his bride’s excitement at the prospect of nurturing their marriage filled Chase with hope and he of course capitulated to the Reverend’s kind offer.

Part 2

On the drive out to the camp Chase pondered the series of incidents within his marriage that had led to this point. He knew there were problems, he knew Kayla was unhappy lately and he knew he bore the responsibility for her unhappiness. Chase had always been self conscious about his height and overall appearance as he’d been bullied for his effeminate nature since high school so when he landed a beautiful woman like Kayla he

felt he’d hit the jackpot. He wanted everyone he’d ever known to see his sexy wife so they could take back every mean word they’d ever said to him. The problem was his wimpy nature, feminine looks, and low self esteem unfortunately followed him into the bedroom. Chase knew he never really satisfied his wife in bed. He was too small below the belt and had a hair trigger. His tiny penis measured only 2 inches soft and a meager 4 inches when hard, way below the average for even the smallest white boy. Chase could never manage to last very long either as his record while fucking his wife was just under two minutes. In fact Chase had been known to not even make it to insertion having shot his weak, watery load onto his wife’s thigh multiple times during foreplay.

Chase had grown weary of the look on his wife’s face each time they attempted to have sex. She always tried to hide the look of disappointment, pity, and anger but never quite managed to keep Chase from seeing how deeply unfulfilled she was by sex with her husband. All these thoughts plagued poor Chase as he pulled into the parking lot of the church camp and pulled his old, worn out Toyota next to a long line of brand new Escalades and Cadillacs. Chase was embarrassed at the notion that all of the men working for Reverend Silas were able to afford such valuable cars. Not only were they all built like bodybuilders with chiseled faces like models, but they were all wealthy as well. Before he even got out of the car Chase already felt useless and humiliated in front of his wife.

As Chase and Kayla exited the car they were met by representatives of the camp and Chase was immediately put off by the treatment he received. Two large black men dressed immaculately in custom tailored black suits approached Kayla with smiles on their faces and introduced themselves as her handlers. The men were helpful and deferential to Kayla offering to help with her luggage while escorting her to the women’s quarters. Kayla barely had time to wave goodbye to Chase as she was led off by the two charming, well built gentlemen whose flirtatious manner did not go unnoticed by Chase. It seemed to the white husband that these Church Proctors, or Handlers, were going out of their way to be as inviting and cordial to Kayla as possible and the smile on her face said in no uncertain terms how much she was enjoying the attention of such handsome men.

Chase watched his beautiful wife being led off and became so entranced with the display put on by her new friends he didn’t notice his own handlers approaching. Two black men, both built like linebackers and dressed identically to the ones who’d led Kayla away, walked up to Chase and ordered the much smaller white man to follow them. These men were all business and looked at Chase with undisguised disdain. They barely gave the skinny white boy a chance to gather up his luggage before walking away from him and Chase was forced to jog after them to keep up. It didn’t escape his notice that he was being treated much worse than his wife had been in just the first few moments of arrival at the camp but Chase was determined to put in the work to prove

himself worthy of Kayla, so he kept his mouth shut and followed along after the proctors.

When they arrived at Chase’s cabin he was surprised to find himself alone in a very small room that looked as though it had seen better days. The building was little more than a shack made of wood that was warped and barely held together. The walls were covered with peeling paint and the floor had a threadbare carpet with several holes in it. There was a small army cot in one corner and a dirty toilet with no seat in the other. A mini fridge sat beside a utility sink like you would see in a janitor’s closet and a small wardrobe with no doors. Chase was nearly choking on the smell in the dingy room. The two black men had taken up posts by the door and Chase was certain they were there to prevent him from leaving. The young white boy spoke to his handlers for the first time.

“Um, fellas? This seems like a mistake. I mean I thought this was, you know, a couples retreat? Um, I didn’t see any other couples and I’m not sure why I was separated from my wife. Maybe you could fill me in on what’s happening? Oh, and I doubt this is really my room, I mean this is a pretty crappy little box and I remember the pamphlets the Reverend showed us looking much nicer”.

One of the black men stepped forward and said, “Shut the fuck up! You’re here for training so you listen, you don’t speak. We’ll

tell you when and where to go at all times. You signed away any rights you thought you had to the Rev and now you are ours. This program only works if you do everything you’re told without hesitation. Do you want us to tell that pretty little wife of yours that you ain’t taking this seriously?”

Chase was taken aback by the brutality of the man’s comments and tried to assert himself so as not to be bullied. “Now see here” The white boy started, but he was interrupted by an open handed slap across his face. Chase was stunned and had to fight back tears of pain and humiliation. His face was throbbing and felt hot both internally and to the touch as he tentatively rubbed his cheek with his fingertips as he stared up at his abuser with shock in his eyes.

“Now listen up whiteboy” The other black man said. “We are here to mold you into something useful and productive. Up till now you’ve been a worthless leach hanging onto that fine ass woman. Now that you’re here we are going to show you what you’re really good for and it ain’t gonna be too pleasant for you. Your wife will be taken care of on the other side of the camp and you’ll see her eventually but for now you’ll be training with us every day. You’ll wear what we tell you to, eat what and when we tell you to, go to the bathroom only with our permission, sleep when you’re allowed to, and you will not say one fucking word that we don’t approve of, do you hear me bitch?”

To say Chase was shocked would be a gross understatement. He began stammering out a response but found he didn’t have the right words to convey his utter surprise. He managed to mumble something about speaking to the Reverend and wanting to go home. He tried to stand up for himself but the men basically ignored his pleas and acted as though he’d said nothing as they were busy going through Chase’s belongings. He tried to stop them but soon found himself forced to sit on the uncomfortable cot under the menacing gazes of his bullies.

The men were laughing as they sorted through Chase’s clothing and toiletries tossing everything to the floor in a messy pile. One of the men produced a large garbage bag and began loading all of Chase's clothing into it while his friend pulled a curtain open on the wardrobe to show Chase his clothing for the duration of his stay.

Chase saw a small tshirt and a pair of very short shorts hung on a bar in the wardrobe looking quite sad and not at all practical. It looked like the type of clothing a teenage girl would wear if she were very slutty and trying desperately to get laid. Chase was now certain this was either a joke or a huge mistake and he said so defiantly.

“Ok guys, I get it. This is an initiation of sorts right? I mean you’re just trying to scare the new guy. Haha, very funny. Now

where is my real room, huh? I’m actually staying with my wife right?” The shaken white boy said hopefully.

He never saw the black man move but he immediately felt the slap rock his head backward. This time the white wimp did cry and could not utter a word through his sobbing so he instead tried to listen to what his abuser had to say.

“I fucking told you not to speak unless you get permission! Now you made me bitch slap you again. Do you like getting hit? You must the way you keep talking back to us. Now you listen close snowwhite while I explain the rules here. First, my name is Sam and this here is Lamar. We are your handlers and you call us Sir at all times. Second, you ask for our permission for everything from this point on. You raise your hand if you want to speak and if we decide to let you then you ask for what you want. Third, you will wear only what you find in this closet and nothing else. You need to learn what it feels like to be a defenseless woman in order to learn how to behave as a proper husband. That’s the secret to the training here, we teach you what it feels like to be helpless and preyed upon by men so you can treat your wife with the respect she deserves.”

The second man stepped forward and said, “You see little man there’s something your wife and the Rev want you to gain from this camp. This here is a reconditioning camp for little sissies like you. See, the Rev told your wife all the signs to look out for and

she sure enough saw them all in you. That’s right, we all know you’re a closet fag. We know you’re secretly gay and you’re here to pray the gay away and learn to be a better husband.”

Chase nearly choked on his own tongue as he tried to process what had just been said. He didn’t want another smack so he tentatively raised his hand and was thankful when Sam nodded for him to speak.

“Um, sir? I’m not gay. That’s just laughable. I’m married to a beautiful woman whom I love dearly. I’m not gay at all. Also how would treating me like a woman cure me of being gay? I don’t understand how that makes me a better husband. And isn’t being gay something you don’t choose? How can it possibly be prayed away? I’m very confused Sir.”

“Are you questioning the program little boy? Are you calling the Rev stupid? Is that what you’re saying? Are you trying to tell us we don’t know what we’re doing?” The one called Lamar said as he stepped closer to Chase in a threatening manner.

Chase began to sweat as he said, “No! No Sir not at all, what I meant to say” but that’s as far as the little wimp got before another thick, black hand slapped his still pink cheek knocking him back onto the cot.

“What the fuck did we tell you about speaking out?” Lamar said. “Now I’m tired of fucking around here boy so listen up. Strip off all your clothes right now. Don’t you fucking eyeball me, just do it.”

Chase was shaking as he pleaded with his eyes with both the big, strong, black men. He found no mercy in their faces so he slowly began to disrobe. The men stared at the poor white boy as he removed his clothing with shaking hands. When he was down to his underwear Sam took a step toward the wimp and that was all the incentive he needed. With tears in his eyes and a deep blush of humiliation, Chase removed his tightie whities and stood naked before his tormentors.

The two black men both roared with laughter as they pointed at Chase’s underdeveloped package. They called him a little boy. They said toddlers were better hung. They called his little pecker a clitty and laughed all that much harder at the image. The men also commented on the lack of body hair on the poor white boy and asked him if he were really a man or was he in fact a little girl.

When they got their laughter under control, Sam stepped up and said, “Now you listen close boy. We’ll be taking all your clothes and other shit and tossing them out. You get your ass dressed and meet us out back of this shack in 15 minutes to start your training. If you’re even one minute late I will put you over my knee and tan your hide. I can see we have a lot of work to do on

such a flaming fag as you. It’s gonna take a whole lotta Jesus to knock the gay out of you bitch.”

With that the two black men left carrying Chase’s suitcases, all of his clothing, most of his other necessities and even his shoes. All they left him with was a comb, his toothbrush and toothpaste.

Part 3

Meanwhile Kayla was being shown her new digs by the two very polite gentlemen who had met her at the car. Leon and Trevor carried her luggage to the cutest little cabin Kayla could ever have hoped for and took their time to show her every amenity available to her. The cabin was very cosy with wall to wall plush carpeting and soft, delicate colors on every wall. The furniture was extremely comfortable and there was a 70” wide screen tv front and center in the living room. The bed was an amazing state of the art adjustable mattress and frame and in the bathroom Kayla was shown a wonderful steam shower with a waterfall setting and a jacuzzi tub big enough for 2.

Kayla giggled like a little girl at how wonderful this place was and invited the young men to stay for a drink which they both kindly accepted.

The men talked about all the fun activities planned for Kayla like elegant dinners, horse riding along the trails, swimming,

boating, massages, facials, and mani-pedis at the salon. They informed her that she was the only female guest and the entire camp was at her disposal. She would be pampered and treated like royalty by the staff having all her wants and needs met.

Kayla asked about the program to repair her marriage and was told there was nothing she needed to work on, only Chase would be participating in the training. Kayla was informed that she and Chase were the only couple here and the entire camp was dedicated to helping her to achieve a perfect marriage. The young woman was tickled with the idea that she had no issues to resolve and felt a bit self righteous about what she had already known. Chase was the problem all along and she had been nothing but a perfect wife the whole time. Kayla felt quite smug with the idea and hoped the program would finally fix all the issues she knew to be true about her husband.

Kayla knew Chase was a bit of a poof and not what anyone would call a real man but she had always been a bit spoiled and wanted a man who would take care of her and fulfill her needs above his own. The problem as Kayla saw it was that Chase saw himself as a man’s man who should be in charge of the marriage, a problem Reverend Silas assured her would be taken care of here at camp. Kayla was thrilled with the idea of having a relaxing time while her husband was made to work out his issues and come to heel. She wanted a more compliant hubby, one who treated her like the queen she was and not as an equal. The longer Kayla spoke with these polite, well built men, the more she came to

realize they were right about Chase. He was a bit of a wimp and needed to be put in his place for her.

Throughout the afternoon Leon and Trevor kept the wine pouring and the conversation centered around Kayla. The white wife was in her glory being so attentively cared for by these ruggedly handsome men. Kayla laughed and blushed at every compliment and adored all the attention being lavished on her, soon forgetting all about her husband and whatever he might be up to at the time.

It wasn’t long before the wine got to Kayla and she began to let her inhibitions slip. As Trevor brought out another bottle of wine, he and Leon moved to sit on either side of Kayla on the plush couch, snuggling her tightly in between them. For her part, Kayla was blushing at the extra attention and soon found herself flirting with these well built strangers. “What the hell” she thought, “I’m here to have fun, Chase is the one who has work to do.” The young wife giggled at the thought and smiled up into the eyes of Leon as she felt Trevor’s hand sliding up her thigh.

Part 4

Chase felt ridiculous dressed in the outfit he pulled from the closet. He was wearing neon pink, silk shorts that were far too small and showed off the bottoms of his butt cheeks which caused the poor boy to constantly want to pull at the shorts to cover his bottom more completely. The shorts had the desired effect of

making Chase feel embarrassed at all times. The shirt he wore was also pink in color and too small for him and didn’t extend down far enough to cover his belly button. He thought it was called a half shirt. On the front of the shirt in big, bold letters could be seen B.B.C. which was an abbreviation of the camp’s name. The same letters were clearly displayed across Chase’s bottom on his shorts. The white boy was equally embarrassed due to the fact that his porn addiction keyed him in to the fact that BBC also stood for Big Black Cock in the realm of interracial porn. He hoped fiercely that no one else made that connection.

As Chase made his way to the meeting place he was ordered to, the small white boy winced at the pain in his feet. The only shoes he could find in his room were a small pair of women’s platforms. He had difficulty walking in the tall heels and felt like a fool in them but his fear of hurting his feet walking on rocks and twigs overcame his embarrassment so he found himself stumbling along dressed like an idiot.

As he rounded the corner of the building Chase found the same Sam and Lamar waiting for him looking angry that he was on time. It seemed they wanted to punish him for even the smallest infraction. The men simply turned and walked away expecting Chase to follow them so with fear in his heart he did just that.

The men took Chase on a path through the compound and he finally got a look at the other buildings. Chase was amazed and angry at the sights before him as every other building in the camp looked immaculate and well kept. Only his tiny shack looked run down and trashy. As they passed a particularly nice looking cabin Chase was stunned to notice a small sign on the front door that read ‘Kayla’ in pretty, pink, cursive script. The white boy was furious that his wife was to stay in such a cute cabin while he was to live in a place one step up from an outhouse. This of course was just the beginning of the inequality of the situation which Chase would soon come to learn.

The white boy was led into a building roughly the size of a double wide trailer with a row of makeup tables and well lit mirrors on one side and a vast array of women’s clothing on the other. Standing in the center of the room were two very large black women both with thick thighs, huge round asses, and overly ample breasts. Chase could smell the musky scent coming from the women immediately upon entering the room. The lights in the building were quite hot and the women were obviously sweating profusely from the heat, their bodies covered in a shimmering layer of sweat. The scent of body odor, cheap perfume, and unwashed pussy permeated the entire building and Chase had to force himself to walk into the thick fetid air.

Chase was introduced to the women by his handlers who quickly left him alone with the giggling pair. Their names were

Denise and Delila, or as they referred to themselves with mirth, Double D.

Chase tried to reason with the women and explain that this camp was not at all what he expected in hopes they would have pity on him and help him out. Instead he received a quick slap across his face from the one called Denise and was ordered to stand in the center of the room and shut his mouth.

The women circled Chase clicking their tongues and tisking at his rather unmanly form. They whispered together and both giggling away told the white boy to disrobe. Chase of course was mortified and began to protest right away.

“Now see here” the pitiful white boy said, “I’m getting tired of being ordered around here. I’ll take that crap from men bigger than me but I draw the line at this sort of treatment from a couple of cheap looking women like you.”

Chase immediately realized how stupid his outburst was as Delila suddenly reached between his legs and gripped his undersized package in her hand. The large black woman stared directly into her white captive’s face as she squeezed his tiny balls in her meaty fist.

“No you little faggot, you see here” she said with fury in her eyes. “You will do exactly what we tell you or we will happily crush these little marbles for you without even blinking. You hear me boy?”

Chase was turning purple from the pain and had begun to sweat profusely as he quickly nodded his head and choked out, “Yes! Yes I understand! Please let go! Please!”

Delila gave one more fierce squeeze before letting go and stepping back to allow Chase to catch his breath. The white boy fell to his knees and began sobbing in pain and humiliation.

Denise was laughing as she said, “Damn boy you done pissed off my good friend. I think you better do what she says or she might just pop your little sack and crush those little pink marbles for you.”

Chase was gasping for breath and in his position on his knees every breath brought him a fresh whiff of the sour odors emanating from these black witches. He caught the cheesy scent of unwashed feet from the dirty appendages crammed tightly into open toed sandals on both women. He looked down at the source of the stink and saw the nastiest feet he’d ever laid eyes on. Both women had disgusting yellow toenails that desperately needed clipping, visible calluses on their big toes. Yellow stains extending

up from filthy soles, and a covering of dirt and sweat that made their feet look all the more unappealing.

As Chase backed off a bit he no longer smelled the nasty feet but now caught the unmistakable stink of pussy that hadn’t seen soap in quite a while. Both women wore short skirts and the smell from their crotches wafted up into the white boys face from all angles since they stood on either side of him.

Chase climbed slowly to his feet and stood trembling between the two muscular women who smiled at him with evil in their eyes.

Denise said, “Strip boy or you’ll regret it in ways you can’t even imagine.”

The trembling white boy slowly pulled off his shirt then his shorts while the women grinned and barely contained their laughter. Since the men had taken all of his underwear Chase now stood before the women naked after slipping off his shoes. He tried to cover his miniature penis with his hands but the women stopped him with words of warning.

When Chase moved his hands away both women broke out in hysterical laughter at the sight before them.

Delila shrieked with unbridled joy at the prospect of humiliating the white boy. “Oh my god! Look at that miserable excuse for a dick!”

Denise spoke through her laughter, “That ain’t no dick! That’s more like a swollen clit! That white boy got a clitty sticking out over them tiny marbles. What a fucking joke!”

Chase blushed fiercely and felt his eyes fill with tears as the women joked about his tiny package. The women walked around him making comments about his scrawny body humiliating the poor boy more and more.

“Look at that bubble butt” Denise said. “He looks like one a dem hoes in a Little J video. Dat ass is a perfect twerking booty.”

Delila laughed harder and said, “Dis boy ain’t got no hair on his pink little body neither. He all smooth like a white Becky girl.”

“Damn straight” Denise said. “He shore is a Becky. That’s your new name bitch, Becky, how you like it?”

Chase was trembling when he said, “No, I don’t like it at all. I’m a man dammit and I’m not gay either! This has to stop, I don’t see how humiliating me is going to help my marriage. I need to speak with Reverend Silas right now!”

The women laughed harder and Denise said, “You ain’t seeing nobody but us for a while boy. The Rev don’t have time for your whining ass. That’s why you was sent to us. Now move your ass over to the wardrobe and let’s find you some clothes more appropriate for your, um, your personality.”

When Chase refused to move Delila slapped his ass hard enough to leave a pink handprint on his quivering cheek. The boy yelled out with a cry that sounded more like a prepubescent girl than that of a married man making both women break out in new gales of laughter. Chase, fearing more pain moved over toward the wardrobe along the far wall and awaited further instructions.

For the next two hours the women dressed Chase in an assortment of clothing each outfit more embarrassing for the boy than the last. The burgeoning sissy tried several times to complain about this latest humiliation but after several slaps to his bare ass he finally quieted down and accepted his torment.

At first the ladies had Chase try on different styles of panties from briefs to boy shorts which at least covered his ass and

package to bikini and Tanga styles that definitely felt more faminine in the way they were cut. Every pair was silky and smooth making Chase blush at how comfortable he felt in the delicate fabrics. After trying several pairs of dainty panties Chase was horrified to find himself becoming aroused. He closed his eyes and tried desperately to think of anything else but the feeling of the silky material against his tiny penis was having a definite effect on his member. Before he knew it his tiny penis was standing straight out at its full 4 inch length which amused the two women to no end.

Delila was the first to notice as she slipped a pair of Hipsters onto the shaking white boy. “Oh shit, look at that Neesie. This white boy got himself a little, sissy, stiffy!”

Denise guffawed with raucous laughter at the sight of the miniature ding a ling pushing out the pink material of the latest pair of panties. She flicked the little nubbin with her finger and both women laughed harder when Chase winced in pain.

From that point on the women did their best to keep the sissy hard while they swapped out different pairs of panties and began adding bras into the mix. They finally settled on a pink G-string that slid up into the white boy’s ass crack making him feel even more uncomfortable. When they added a matching push up bra they noticed a small wet spot forming on the small triangle of material hiding Chase’s basket.

Denise said, “Look here, this sissy be leaking. Becky, are you enjoying this shit? I think you’re liking your new undies a little too much.”

Chase was sobbing as he looked at his reflection in the mirror seeing himself for what he truly was, a skinny, little, sissy boy and not a real man at all. The white boy was starting to see himself the way the rest of the world did and it shocked him to the core. How could he hope to maintain a marriage with a hottie like Kayla when he looked like a teenage girl in these women’s underwear?

His tormentors moved on to stockings, trying to decide on a color first. They settled on a pair of pink, thigh high, stockings with a pattern of lace surrounding the tops. Denise suggested a garter belt so they picked out one in a matching color and stood back to admire their work once it was fitted on their model.

“God damn” Delila said, “Just look at this bitch’s ass and legs now. Shit this sissy looks fine. We need a nice babydoll nightie now and I know just the right one.”

Chase was in hell at the moment and prayed his torment would end as Delila came to him holding a frilly, babydoll style, nightie in a darker pink than the rest of the outfit. As she slipped it over the sissy’s head he groaned in misery as he felt his little

dicklet starting to throb in extacy. The feeling was like nothing he’d ever experienced before and he was shocked to find his body betraying him this way. How could the simple act of dressing in women’s clothing arouse him so? What was wrong with him? Was it possible everyone was right and maybe he was gay? NO! He couldn’t be! He loved women too much for that to be true. It must just be the sensation of the silky material against his body and nothing more.

The women picked out a pair of white, kitten heels for him and when he stood up in the heels his ass stuck out more prominently and he found he was forced to hold his chest out to maintain his balance. The result was striking and if Chase didn’t know better he would swear he was looking at a sexy woman in the mirror and not himself.

Next he was led to one of the makeup tables and the women proceeded to paint his face with an assortment of colors that made the sissy look like a common street whore. From the hot pink lip gloss to the saffire eyeshadow, from the blush in his cheeks to the eyeliner that gave him the appearance of cat eyes, it was all designed to humiliate the miserable white boy. Chase was in awe of the work the women did and couldn’t help but gasp in surprise when he saw the results of their labor. Before he had a chance to speak at all Denise came into view in the makeup mirror behind Chase sporting a long, wavy, blonde wig that she quickly fitted onto the boy’s head.

Chase was led to the full length mirror and stood there in complete shock at the image he saw before him. He was sexy as hell. He looked like every man’s dream of a perfect slut. As he stood there admiring his new look the women came at him from both sides laughing at some inside joke. They took hold of Chase and as Delila held the boy still, Denise produced a pair of silicone, shaping inserts for his bra. As the women stepped away Chase was lost in thought as he looked at his chest heaving under the pink nightie and bra. He looked as though he had naturally grown a pair of C cup breasts and the shapely addition completed the perfect slutty image the women were going for from the start. Chase was a complete sissy now. He looked it, and he felt it. He had never been so ashamed and humiliated in his life. These women had degraded him beyond belief and the white boy was actually too pissed off to cry any more. He tried desperately to say something, anything to the women to let them know how angry he was but the words just wouldn’t come. Instead he made small sounds from the back of his throat that sounded like a cross between laughing and sobbing. The sound a person makes when their world has been so turned over that they cannot comprehend the nightmare they are living. Chase was beaten down and hadn’t bothered to put up much of a fight at all.

The women looked at each other and smiled. They’d played this game long enough to know the signs of a beaten sissy. They’d turned many white boys into submissive, sissy, sluts for the Rev over the years and were so skilled at their craft they hardly used

force at all any longer. These white boys were just too easy to manipulate.

Chase finally found his words and shouted out. “What the fuck is happening here? I just don’t understand! Why is this necessary? I’m a married man for fuck’s sake! A straight, married man! How did I let things get this far?”

The women allowed him his little tantrum before grasping him by his arms and leading him to a lone chair at the end of the room. Denise sat in the chair and looked expectantly at Delila who still held onto their captive.

Delila said, “Now Becky you listen here. You have a choice to make right now. You can either lay across my friend’s lap and take a nice long spanking for that outburst, or you can get down on your knees, crawl your ass between her legs, and use that sweet little tongue of yours to make her feel real good. Call it a thank you for making you look so sexy.”

Chase gasped as he remembered the stink coming from the women’s pussies earlier and gulped back his fear and nausea as he contemplated his choice. How bad could a spanking be? He thought. But then he looked at the muscular arms of the seated woman and remembered how easily she’d manhandled him earlier. He knew she would hurt him severely if he chose the

spanking. So, with seemingly no real choice in the matter, Chase slowly sunk to his knees and found himself staring at the matted hair of Denise’s stinky, slimy pussy under her short skirt.

Chase hesitated as he stared at the hairy nightmare before him and after a minute or two of delay Delila smacked his ass hard making him yelp in surprise and pain and also jump forward so his head came to rest directly between Denise’s meaty thighs. At this point Chase was committed and didn’t dare balk at the task for fear of inciting Delila to smack his tender ass again. Chase was discovering quickly that he was a giant wimp when it came to any amount of pain.

So the white boy leaned forward until his nose touched the flesh just above Denise’s odorous cunt. The smell was thick and heavy, the air under the woman’s skirt humid and filled with the scent of salty, stale, urine mixed with the unmistakable funk of musky pussy juice. Chase fought the urge to gag as his nose pushed into the mass of damp, sweat soaked, curly hairs that Denise had obviously never even trimmed.

As the white boy breathed in through his nose he could feel the humidity in the air and became lightheaded with the strong odor. Before he could wrap his mind around his predicament Denise reached down and placing her heavy hand on the back of his head, pushed Chase’s face into her swampy pussy. The sissy’s lips pressed into the flesh of the black woman’s pink labia and he

immediately became aware of the salty, fishy taste of an unclean cunt. A soft flow of fluid ran steadily into his slightly opened lips and the viscous pussy slime began to coat the inside of the sissy’s mouth.

Another hard slap to his ass told the boy in no uncertain terms that the two women were communicating nonverbally above his head and his attention was required for Denise’s satisfaction. So Chase slowly slid his tongue from between his lips and took a tentative swipe along the thick cavern of his tormentor’s cunt. The taste and smell became immediately worse and the urge to gag became harder to ignore but Chase was terrified of disappointing these brutal women so he began to lick, kiss, and nibble Denise’s dirty hole with an eagerness only fear can provide.

Chase had learned from his experiences with Kayla how to properly perform oral on a woman since it was the only way he’d ever been able to satisfy his wife. Denise responded to his ministrations with moans of ecstasy as she began to squeeze Chase’s head between her thighs loving every second of his cunt licking prowess. The black woman squealed with delight and propped both of her feet onto the sissy’s back using this new found leverage to pull his head deeper into her sacred valley.

Delila said, “Well I guess I don’t have to ask if our Becky is any good at that do I Neesy?”

Denise smiled wide and closed her eyes as she moaned out, “Oh hell no! This little bitch is one fantastic cunt sucker. We have nothing to teach this sissy in that regard. At least there’s one thing Becky can do with that mouth that won’t need no extra training.”

Chase was confused by those words wondering what other kind of oral training they could be talking about. What else could these women want from him in that way? The poor boy had little time to consider this puzzle as Denise had grabbed the back of his head again and was rubbing his face up and down her slimy snatch while moaning out a fierce orgasm that soaked his red face to the point where it began to drip a steady stream of juice down onto the pink nightie covering his puny body.

Denise rode his face like this for over half an hour bringing herself to 5 more powerful orgasms and turning her sissy’s face into a roadmap of friction burns, smeared makeup, and a sticky sheen of pussy juice. When she could take no more she shoved Chase away from her crotch and ignored the white boy as he collapsed to the floor in a sobbing wet mess.

Delila wasted no time in taking her turn as she rolled the sissy onto his back and squatted down over his shocked face, her equally smelly crotch hovering inches above his mouth.

The large black woman grinned down at her captive through her legs and said, “Now I like things a bit different than my friend here bitch. I likes to rub one out myself while a nice little white bitch like you French kisses my chocolate starfish.”

Chase was confused and the look on his face showed it without mistake making Delila laugh evilly down at him. “Oh honey, tell me you know what I’m talking about. No? Well let me explain. I want a nice long rimjob. I want your nasty tongue tickling my butthole, you get it boy? Lick my dirty ass the way you licked Denise’s pretty pussy.”

Chase was about to argue. He was about to lose his mind and scream at this disgusting woman. He was done. That was the last straw, he was leaving this evil place and taking his sweet wife with him. He’d been pushed too far by these crazy bitches and he would stand no more humiliation. Just as he opened his mouth to shout at Delila, she sat down on his face planting her rosebud directly onto his open mouth. Chase felt his nose slip into her cunt as his lips made contact with her musky ass crack.

The taste was intense and sent the poor boy into a kind of shock right away. He’d never tasted anything so foul in his life. There was a base, earthy flavor invading his delicate taste buds and he knew with certain horror exactly what he was tasting. He could smell nothing but pussy since Denise’s fluids were still permeating his nasal passages and now the other horrid woman

had his nose nestled into her snatch. He began to feel a vibration along his nose and forehead and knew it to mean Delila was fingering her clit while rubbing her nasty ass on his mouth. He closed his lips and clenched his jaw tight to grind his teeth together but Delila was having none of that. The black woman complained to her friend and Chase felt a thick, meaty hand encircle his tender package.

He knew right away Denise was the one squeezing his nuts and he screamed into Delila’s asshole in pain and surprise. He heard Delila moan in pleasure and knew she was enjoying his torment. As Denise’s vice-like grip tightened on his tiny balls he felt as though he may pass out from the pain so he quickly complied with the disgusting order and stuck his tongue out to lick up into the dank valley of the black woman’s ass.

Chase was tentative at first just swirling his tongue around the fetid hole feeling the puckered skin surrounding the opening. He felt delicate hairs running along the outside of the hole and tasted the musky flavor of an unwashed ass. The more he fluttered his tongue around the stinking tunnel the more Delila wiggled on his face and he knew what he had to do to make this torment end. Sucking in a deep, pussy smelling breath through his nose, Chase prepared himself for the worst moment of his young life.

The struggling sissy thrust his tongue into the tight hole and felt immediate relief as Denise let go of his hurting marbles. The

white boy was filled with conflicting sensations. At once he felt ecstatic over the lack of pain in his balls but at the same time he felt disgust at the tastes and smells he was experiencing. His tongue was sliding in and out of the fleshy asshole of a black woman he’d just met today and he was tasting the inside of her ass making this both the most disgusting moment of his life but also the most intimate. The soft smooth inside of her asshole felt almost good on his tongue as it was the most delicate flesh he’d ever been exposed to. He became lost in the chore of pleasing the black woman and focused all of his attention on getting her off so he would be released.

When he felt her shudder with her first orgasm he doubled his licking speed thrusting his tongue in and out as if fucking her back door with his rigid tongue. Delila was bouncing up and down on his face crushing his nose into her messy pussy and hurting his face with her slapping buttocks. Another orgasm screamed through her body and Chase almost wept when a small but loud fart escaped her ass from the pressure of cumming so hard. Chase heard Denise laugh at the stinky pooter that had filled his mouth with horrid gas and was humiliated both at the idea of a fart in his mouth and worse that someone else knew about it. The taste and smell of the fart made him gag and the retching of his jaw vibrated Delila’s asscheeks sending her into another fierce orgasm.

Over the next two minutes Delila came several more times each one eliciting another short burst of rotten air from her

asshole. Each farting orgasm brought another round of laughter from Denise and Chase was degraded beyond measure.

When it was finally over Delila just sat there on Chase’s face shivering in post orgasmic bliss. After a moment or two she finally climbed up from the sissy’s prostrate form and sat heavily in the chair.

Chase was a complete mess. His wig was matted down by a combination of sweat, pussy juice, and what he expected was stale piss. His makeup was smeared all over his face making him look like a demented killer clown. The sissy’s delicate clothing was all soaked through and he smelled like the toilet in a whorehouse.

When they’d recovered the two women picked up the sissy and dropped him in one of the makeup chairs. They used several baby wipes to clean the makeup from his face and quickly repainted it in the same whorish fashion but left everything else exactly as it was, so his wig, nightie, stockings, bra and panties all held the stinking wet evidence of his abuse. The women looked him over making sure he was as disgusting looking as possible before leading him from the building and into the night.

Part 5

The women led Chase directly to Kayla’s cabin and before they even entered Chase could hear the sounds of laughter and loud

music. Chase tried several times to extricate himself from the women’s grasp and flee into the night but he was held tightly between the black sirens as they took him toward what he imagined to be his doom.

Without bothering to knock Denise and Delila walked Chase directly into the cabin and instantly all sounds of partying came to a crashing halt. The sight before the poor sissy made his blood run cold and he willed himself to disappear on the spot. Never could he have imagined his sweet Kayla being involved in such a torrid and wanton display of depravity.

Chase was appalled to see his wife dressed in nothing but her bra and panties dancing sexily between Lamar and Leon who were clad only in their boxer shorts while Sam and Trevor, both similarly dressed as their muscular black friends, sat on the couch passing a joint back and forth. The room smelled of weed and there were beer and liquor bottles littering the floor and tables. There was obviously quite a party going on with Kayla being the only woman in attendance. Chase forgot for a moment what he’d been through in the past couple of hours and also failed to remember the way he was currently attired as well as the fact he was covered in pussy juice so he was momentarily unsure why everyone was staring at him with such amused looks on their faces.

Then the four black men began roaring with laughter while pointing at and verbally mocking the defenseless white boy standing by the door. Kayla stood with a look of utter shock and disgust on her face as she stared at her husband in disbelief. Denise and Delila joined the laughter as they pushed Chase into the center of the living room. Leon and Lamar pulled Kayla close to them and formed a protective barrier between her and Chase, a fact that did not go unnoticed by the stunned sissy.

“What the hell is going on here?” Chase demanded.

“What the hell is going on with you?” Kaly countered.

Chase finally remembered his current condition and cried out, “I can explain Kayla! Please just give me a minute to explain what these awful people have done to me.”

It was at that moment Chase heard a man clearing his throat and looked to see The Reverend Silas coming out of the bathroom drying his hands. The preacher was fully clothed but by no means in his ordinary clothing. The tall black man wore black leather chaps, black biker boots, a black leather vest with nothing under it displaying his six pack abs to the world, and a black leather hat with stainless steel bolts surrounding the brim, the kind one might see in a porn film or leather club. To say young Chase was thrown for a loop would be a gross understatement and he held

his tongue more in shock than reverence for the preacher as Silas began to speak.

“Now Chase, I understand you’re upset at having your wife find out about your, shall we say, proclivities. But that’s no reason to try and shift blame onto your new friends. We’ve spent the better part of the day filling Kayla in on your extra curricular activities and now that she’s seen the proof I think it’s high time for you to, as they say, come out of the closet.”

Chase stuttered for a moment then exploded with pent up rage from all the humiliations he’d suffered this day. “What the fuck are you talking about you bastard? This is all your fault. These people were acting on your orders when they dressed me this way and humiliated me. Did you know they laid hands on me? They smacked me and grabbed my genitals and squeezed them tightly. I should press charges! In fact I’m calling the police right now. Come on Kayla, we’re leaving!”

The white boy stood there breathing heavily and glaring at the roomful of people who’d done him wrong. He stared at the Reverend as if daring the man to say or do anything when suddenly the room broke into laughter again. Even Kayla joined in this time and Chase could feel his resolve slipping away.

Kayla glared at her husband and said, “Honestly Chase, how could you try to blame these good people for your own reckless and disgusting behavior? I’ve seen you! I saw the live stream of you and these lovely ladies as they humored you and your fetish for women’s clothing. The Rev told me all about you. He told me everything you’ve said to him during your one on one counselling sessions. I never imagined I was married to such a sissy queer but the proof is standing right in front of me.”

Chase began to shake in fear at those words. What had this evil man told his lovely wife? What lies had he convinced her to believe? He’d only ever spoke of his undying love for her in those private sessions.

Chase moved toward Kayla but was stopped by a thick wall of black flesh as Sam and Trevor rose from the couch to join Lamar and Leon in protecting Kayla from her sissy husband. Chase was stunned to see his wife smirking at him from behind these towering black men as they stood looking down at him with contempt.

Sam spoke up first saying, “Damn white boy, you stink! What the fuck sissy? Did you roll around in them sister’s pussy juice?”

The other blacks laughed and Kayla said, “Oh god is that what that smell is? Well I don’t doubt it after watching him crawl on the

floor and shove his face into these nice ladies pussies. Oh and assholes. I forgot how much my faggot husband loves to eat a dirty asshole.”

When Chase looked perplexed, Reverend Silas stepped forward and said, “That’s right sissy, we ran a live feed of your activities to the big screen here in the room and showed your wife exactly what kind of freak you are. The lovely Kayla watched you modeling your slutty wardrobe of women’s clothing, saw you willingly have your face made up like a whore, and then sat in shock as she saw you orally pleasuring sister Denise and sister Delila. I feel like I failed you boy. I tried to show you the error of your ways during our counselling sessions and I truly thought your time here at camp would be a help but on the very first day you’ve shown your true colors. I’m afraid sister Kayla there is no hope for your husband. He is lost to you and to the lord.”

Chase began openly sobbing as he saw the look on Kayla’s face. He could tell she believed every word that evil, black, monster had said. The sissy tried again to reach out to his wife only to be blocked by four men who should be on the front line of a professional football team’s defense.

By now Denise and Delila had made their way into the room and had grabbed drinks from the bar before standing on either side of Reverend Silas who put an arm around each of the Amazonian women and pulled them close. The three of them

smiled at Chase’s predicament and watched the stuttering white boy as he tried to speak to his wife.

“Please Kayla” The white boy started. “Please, let’s just get away from here and talk. I need to explain the truth of the matter to you, please. This man is lying to you. They’re all lying to you. I never said anything in counselling that could possibly lead to something like this. And as for what you saw tonight, they made me do it all. They hurt me and threatened me. I’m not a crossdresser! I’m not a sissy! And I’m certainly not a fag! Please dear, let’s go home right now. I know we can be happy again.”

Kayla stared at him for a few seconds and Chase thought he saw doubt in her eyes and for just a second he thought she might come with him. Then she spoke.

“I am happy you snivelling little bitch! I’m finally around real men who know how to treat a woman. I’ve suffered long enough with your inadequacies both in and out of the bedroom. I mean just take a look at these men. They’re all wearing boxer shorts and I can still see the size and shape of their cocks straining in even these loose garments, while your tiny penis barely makes a bump in a tight g-string! You know we’ve been drinking for quite a while here as they told me everything about you and as you can see we’ve also been flirting and, well, touching each other quite a bit. Yes, we’ve been making out and grinding on each other all evening. I’ve had my tongue down the throat of every man in this

room while you were using yours to pleasure your new friends. I’m very happy sissy! Very happy!”

Chase could feel tears running down his face as his wife ripped his heart out and he knew his marriage was effectively over. So without trying a retort the white boy turned and began walking to the door in an effort to leave this hellish nightmare and his lovely bride behind forever.

“Stop right there!” the Reverend roared mightily. “Don’t you dare move another inch boy. Sister Kayla may be finished with your sissy ass but we most certainly are not! Since you’ve decided to live a life of sin as a crossdressing, sissy, faggot, then we will be more than happy to oblige you. You will see the error of your ways boy, starting right here and right now.”

Part 6

Chase tried to run for the door but a combination of his unfamiliarity with heels and the quickness of Sam stopped him in his tracks. The beefy black man grabbed the sissy hubby by the arm and dragged him back to the center of the room. Sam and Lamar held onto Chase as Leon, Trevor, and Kayla got comfortable together on one couch and Silas and Double D sat on the other. The six people relaxing on the furniture sipped their drinks and watched in anticipation the show happening before them.

Sam explained things to the shivering sissy much to the delight of the gathered crowd. “Now listen closely you sissy faggot while I break things down for you. See, your wife has been enjoying her night with us and has made it clear she wants it to continue. In fact after watching your antics with these fine examples of Black Sisterhood she’s decided she wants the full BBC experience and I’m sure a white boy like you knows BBC don’t stand for no kinda church camp. Your little missus wants to feel the heat of some Big Black Cocks stretching out her married holes.”

Chase had tears running down his face as Lamar picked up the narrative. “That’s right sissy. Your wife is tired of that little pink nubbin you’ve got tucked away in your pink panties and she wants to experience the life changing effects of a real man’s dick. Now you just pay close attention and you might just learn something.”

As Chase watched in horror his beautiful wife started stroking her hands along the inner thighs of the men sitting beside her. Both men began kissing the stunning blonde on her neck, ears, and cheeks as they each mauled her magnificent breasts. Kayla turned her head back and forth every so often to make out with the men bookending her on the couch as they squeezed her massive tits and twisted, pulled, and pinched her sensitive nipples. Kayla was moaning with lust as her hands found the thick black cocks barely hidden by the men’s shorts. She could feel the

mighty flesh growing in thickness and length and was stunned by the sheer size of these monstrous cocks.

Chase tried to look away but his vision caught another disturbing sight on the opposite couch as he could see Denise and Delila working Silas’ mighty cock free of the confines of the soft leather briefs he wore under his chaps. The Reverend took turns sucking and nippling on the enormous tits of his parishioners as they stroked his cock and balls. The white boy was revolted by what he saw and couldn’t believe the debauchery surrounding him. If this was the congregation of a church, it had to be a church of pure evil.

As the white sissy turned back toward his wife he found the spectacle made by the buxom white bride and the two black studs were having an effect on the men standing on either side of him. The men had taken Chase’s hands and had placed them on their bulging crotches and try as he might the white boy could not break free of their grip to remove them. He was being made to squeeze and rub the giant black cocks as their owners watched the white woman’s awakening.

Much to Chase’s chagrin his bride had pulled the massive tools from the men’s underwear and was openly stroking them in her hands. She leaned over each one in turn and spit large mouthfuls of saliva onto the black cocks to serve as lube for her endeavors. Chase could hear the wet slapping sounds of delicate

white hands jacking off huge black cocks, a sound that burned into his mind never to leave it again.

A slight turn of his head showed Chase that Denise was on her knees sucking Silas’ cock while Delila sat next to him making out with the imposing holy man as he mauled her huge titties.

The sounds in the room were of pure sex as all Chase could hear under the rap music that still played was a variety of wet sucking, slurping, fapping, and moaning. He was so fixated on the surrounding nasty business he momentarily forgot about the black cocks he was handling himself. Forgot, that is, until he was reminded in the worst possible way.

“Get on your knees white boy” Sam demanded. The white boy balked and tried to pull away from his captors but to no avail as he was held tightly in place. He squirmed and twisted and pleaded with the men, his voice high pitched like the sissy bitch everyone knew him to be.

Lamar lost his patience quickly with the white boy and pulled him over to the big easy chair in the corner. The black man sat down and pulled Chase over his lap in one quick movement leaving the helpless white boy’s ass pointing up at the ceiling. Lamar lifted Chase’s nightie and began spanking the unruly sissy with his thick, meaty hands.

The reaction of the room was immediate. Sam began laughing hard and so did the oreo trio on the closest couch, with Kayla laughing the hardest. Silas sat quietly enjoying his blowjob but smiled with amusement at what he saw. As for Double D, they were too occupied with pleasing The Rev to care about their former plaything.

Chase howled in pain and embarrassment as his punishment was doled out by the angry black man and wailed loudly as fresh tears rolled down his cheeks. Lamar alternated ass cheeks with his powerful slaps and soon the white boy’s ass was bright red. After what seemed like an eternity to Chase but was only a meager 20 slaps to each cheek, Lamar pushed the white boy from his lap, stood up and joined his friend Sam in the same place they’d stood before.

Sam chuckled as he said, “Damn brother, you taking out all your frustrations on that sissy’s ass? You think he got the message?”

Lamar wasn’t even breathing heavy as he said, “Oh I think he better damn well know his place now my brother. Let’s check and see. Hey sissy! Crawl your ass over here right fucking now.”

Chase was a blubbering, slobbering mess as he lifted himself onto his hands and knees and made the long journey to his tormentors. He stayed there on his hands and knees too afraid to move for fear of reprisal. The black men nodded and smiled at each other then Sam said, “Up on your knees bitch. You got work to do.”

Chase scrambled to obey and was soon kneeling before the two black men, his face level with their crotches. He could smell the contents of their shorts as a strong, manly odor of sweat, unwashed balls, and stale piss invaded his nostrils. Chase was shaking in fear at this point knowing what was coming and dreading it fiercely.

Sam spoke up, “Pull down our shorts boy, me first.”

Chase reached up and looked into Sam’s eyes simultaneously, his hands fumbling with the waistband of the black man’s underwear, his eyes pleading for mercy but finding none.

When Chase managed to slide the waistband of Sam’s boxers over the thick meat of his cock the foul aroma almost knocked the white boy out. HIs revulsion at the smell was only over taken by his utter shock at the enormity of the massive black cock.

As he tried to come to grips with his quickly evaporating sanity, Chase moved over to repeat his actions with Lamar. Once the two black monster cocks were released from their cotton prisons Chase got a sense for what was in store for him.

The smell was noxious at worst but at the same time rather erotic at best. It was a manly scent that the white boy had never noticed coming from himself. He’d never been man enough to sweat like these two, he’d never had enough hair on his crotch to manifest this musk, and he’d never had the combination of testosterone and pheromones to create such an intoxicating scent. Chase was becoming dizzy under the influence of the thick, cloying air surrounding him at waist level on these muscular black gods.

When the command came to stroke the cocks Chase obeyed right away as his ass still hurt mightily from the spanking he’d endured. He reached up and gently took each member in one of his delicate hands and was at once stunned by the similarity between his hands and Kayla’s as he noticed the striking contrast of soft pink skin against the darkness he grasped.

A sudden slap to the side of his head told Chase to stop staring and start stroking so he began to slide his hands up and down the massive shafts. He immediately noticed a drastic difference between the two cocks as Lamar was circumcised and Sam was not. While the friction of Chase’s hand on Lamar’s cock caused the

black man to moan in sudden response, the tender, silky skin of Sam’s foreskin sliding up and down his thick shaft made him able to hold off his reaction longer than his friend.

It wasn’t long however, before both black men were moaning and groaning in unison while both thrusting their hips in a fucking motion in time with Chase’s stroking hands.

Poor Chase was in hell all over again as another pair of blacks were using him to get themselves off. The white boy was panting with the sheer effort of holding up and manipulating such heavy tools and the strain was causing pain in his shoulders, elbows, and wrists and in all the places other men would have muscles.

Chase tried to focus on the sounds behind him and could occasionally hear his wife’s moans and squeals of delight. Sometimes it sounded like her mouth was full as she made noises of pleasure he’d never heard her make, while other times he heard her clearly shouting out the names of the men she shared a couch with. Chase could also hear the sucking, slurping and slapping sounds he associated with porn since it was the only time he ever heard extended sexual noises coming from huge cocks invading sloppy, wet pussies. He knew without looking that his wife was fucking one or both of those huge black men and was enjoying orgasm after orgasm. Chase heard his wife cumming over and over. At least he guessed that’s what the sounds were since he’d never heard them before.

Then came the moment he dreaded. A voice from above calmly uttering one word. “Suck”. Then the white boy felt a hand on the back of his head and his face was being pulled into Sam’s humid crotch.

Chase was beaten and he knew it. He had no more fight in him as he allowed his lips to touch the soft, delicate head of Sam’s cock. He wanted to scream, wanted to run from this horrid place and never stop running. The white boy felt everything change in an instant. The second his lips touched the dripping piss slit of the BBC Chase knew he was a sissy for life. Not that he wanted to be, no fucking way! He was still a man, still straight, still married. But his will was broken and he’d been sissified.

So the white sissy opened his mouth and accepted his new god into his soul. He felt the thick tool stretching his lips wide and crushing his tongue down flat. Chase choked as the massive cock head touched the back of his mouth and reached the place where his tongue bent downward and became his throat. The opening was packed solid with cock flesh from uvula to tonsils, covering taste buds and teeth, filling the sissy’s entire oral passage.

Chase swooned from the taste which was both salty and bitter yet pleasant in an unknowable way. The white boy’s senses were in overdrive as he tried to sort out his mixed feelings. On one hand he was humiliated beyond measure and felt as though he’d

failed in every possible way, but on the other hand there was a bizarre sense of pride at the thought of making this handsome black man hard with his oral manipulations. A thought that filled Chase with unbearable shame.

Just as the white boy got into a healthy rhythm with Sam’s cock he felt himself being pulled sideways and soon found Lamar’s monster cock pushing between his swollen lips. Chase switched hands and began stroking Sam in time with his head bobbing on Lamar’s cock.

Now all the white sissy could hear were the sloppy sounds of the blowjobs he was alternating between as a line of drool formed between his stretched open mouth and his huge silicone tits. A new wet stain was spreading across the chest of his nightie and Reverend Silas sat across the room with a smug grin on his face watching what he’d created.

The black preacher switched back and forth between the married, white couple as he watched Chase blowing two large black cocks while the boy’s wife was bent over sucking Trevor’s uncut cock as Leon stood behind the young wife and rapidly fucked his thick cock into her unprotected pussy. The girl was so turned on she didn’t even care that the men were rawdogging her on both ends. Silas was a very happy man as he considered how wonderful it was to desecrate the marriage of a formerly happy white couple. Nothing pleased the black preacher like the

destruction of the white man and nothing achieved that goal as completely as feminizing all white boys and breeding their women.

Silas’ plan had been working for years and he couldn’t even remember the number of white couples he’d destroyed this way. Soon he’d have Chase working the streets or in one of his clubs as a crossdressing whore servicing scores of black men day and night while Kayla would serve as a proper breeding cow producing more and more fine black children.

As Silas let his mind wander over his brilliant plans for the white couple he leaned back and marveled at the talent of the women working his cock. Double D sure knew how to suck a dick.

Across the room Chase had built up a perfect pattern for sucking and stroking the two black handlers and had taken to alternatively licking their balls as well as sucking their cocks. The men above him, and make no mistake they were men compared to Chase, were loving the treatment they received from the adorable sissy at their feet. This was not the first time these men had trained a sissy so they were pros at pacing themselves and making their pleasure last. So poor Chase felt as though he would pass out from the pain in his jaws over being stretched to the limit for so long and redoubled his efforts to get these men to erupt quickly.

Sam went first after a signal from Lamar that it was his turn. The black man gripped Chase’s head between his hands began fucking the sissy’s face with a fury. Chase made choking noises and the familiar “glub glub” sounds of a vigorous blowjob as the thick cock head beat against the back of his throat repeatedly. Sam’s cock was far too big and round to push into Chase’s throat but Sam and Lamar both knew with enough practice the white boy would deep throat like a 5 dollar crack whore. That thought made Sam smile as he finally blew his load.

The muscular black man threw his head back and roared with a powerful orgasm as the first blast of cum launched out of his piss slit and slapped against the roof of the sissy’s mouth. Chase choked and gagged but couldn’t dislodge the cock head that filled his mouth with black seed. The white boy was overwhelmed with new flavors as his mouth filled with the salty and bitter cream. Chase was stunned by the amount of cum being forced into his mouth as his own weak orgasms could only be described as a watery squirt. This powerful flow was tantamount to a firehose by comparison and the force of it was so strong he had no choice but to swallow it all. Sam was actually impressed by that fact as most cocksuckers couldn’t handle his impressive loads.

After over a full minute of swallowing Chase finally got the entire load down but had no time to recover as Lamar pulled his mouth onto his violently pulsing cock head and immediately began shooting a load just as large as Sam’s. The only major difference Chase could notice as he gulped down the second load

of cum in his life was the taste. Lamar’s cum had an almost sweet component to it and Chase was furious at himself for noticing as it made him sound like the judge on a fucking cooking show.

When both black men were spent Chase was pushed back to the floor and he lay there listening to the sounds of two other black men cumming at once. Into his wife. His wife. Kayla was being filled with cum at both ends now and Chase was too tired to turn his head and watch. But watch he did. The white boy rolled his head to the side and saw his wife writhing in ecstasy as Leon came in her pussy and Trevor shot his load into her mouth. She was soaked with sweat, her hair matted down from the brutal fucking she’d enjoyed so fervently. Chase’s wife was a Black Cock Whore now. She would never go back to tiny white boys. Not ever. Hell, even if she did she wouldn’t feel a damn thing.

Silas, having cum in Delila’s mouth while Denise licked his balls, got to his feet and motioned for his parishioners to do the same. The five black men looked down at their latest conquests and grinned at one another before Silas motioned the others to pick up the white couple and follow him to the back room. The exhausted couple was taken to the bedroom and laid down on a pair of twin beds across the room from each other. As they drifted off to sleep they both heard the troubling words of The Reverend Silas saying, “We’ll start your training tomorrow sissy and as for you my dear Kayla, you’ll be fucked regularly until we’re certain a

seed takes hold. But if I know these good brothers you’re already with child. Glory be. Glory be.

Epilogue

It was a windy night in January and a lone figure stood under a streetlight waiting for a car to drive by. It had been a long night and if just one more car stopped the whore in the short pink skirt, white faux fur coat, and black leather, thigh high boots could go home and get warm. The white sissy had worked this corner in the projects for over a year now and knew better than to go back without earning enough.

From a distance this whore looked like a sizzling hot blonde out on the stroll but when you got up close and personal you could see her for what she was, a sissy boy. Oh this crossdressing hooker was hot all right but only for a certain clientele. This bitch was prime ass for the most rough and rugged black men. Men who loved to put a white boy in his place. Men who wanted to humiliate whitey as much as possible so they paid this sissy to do the most degrading things possible.

As a car pulled up to the curb Chase pulled his fake fur collar close around his neck and bent at the waist as he’d been taught to lean into the car’s open window. The white boy’s face was made up like a caricature of what people think the cheapest whores look like and the four black men in the car grinned at the thought of what they’d have him do over the next couple of hours. Chase was

just happy to get out of the cold as he climbed into the back of the car and began negotiating prices with his newest clients.

This car load would put him over the top for tonight and he’d earn a reward from The Rev for being such a good earner. If he was lucky Chase would be allowed to sleep in a bed tonight instead of the floor and maybe he’d be allowed to use the toilet instead of the bucket in the corner. The white boy smiled as he thought of making The Rev happy. He hardly ever thought about Kayla any longer. She lived in the penthouse with the other breeders, all wives of white boy hookers like Chase. Kayla had given the church one black baby already and was pregnant with her second.

Chase loved working for the church because he was a good white boy and like all white boys he loved praying to Big Black Cocks every night. Maybe he hadn’t prayed the gay away after all but he certainly was devoted to worshiping at the alter of BBC.

The End