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Buttered Battered Buns!

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. 

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BUTTERED BATTERED BUNS

by Throne

It was Friday evening.  When Jimmy got home from work his wife Miranda hadn't made dinner.  Instead, she'd gotten one of those prepared salads for him, with diet dressing.  He had gained a bit of a tummy and, as she liked to jokingly point out, a chubby butt.  Nothing terrible, but she insisted on keeping him on a diet, despite how much he enjoyed comfort food.  After he ate she said she'd also gotten him something to wear and wanted him to try it on. 

"You remember how you've been complaining about being chilly in bed?  And wanting to turn up the heat?  But since I like the room cool I decided a simple solution would be to get you something warmer to sleep in, Jimmy."

"You know, Miranda," he said uncertainly, "I could just use an extra blanket and..."

She held up a silencing hand.  "You have to let me take care of you, dear.  Especially after the way you've been acting lately, all stressed out and nervous."

"Well, it's just that..."  What could he say?  Admitting what had been upsetting him certainly wasn't an option.  It was too awful to confess.  So he just told her, "I'm sure whatever you got me will be fine.  Maybe I can just put it on at bedtime."

"Nonsense.  I want to make sure it's comfy.  You'll find it on your pillow.  And don't wear anything under it, so we can be sure it feels okay against your skin."

Jimmy sighed as quietly as he could.  All he'd wanted to do was watch some TV and maybe read a new graphic novel he'd recently gotten.  With her so determined, however, he went to find out what she had selected for him.  It was a pair of red long-johns, with feet.  What was she thinking?  He would feel foolish in those, like some cartoon hillbilly.  But he wasn't about to argue.  Just get this over with, he told himself.  After he was fully undressed and looked down at himself, Jimmy was reminded of how his belly protruded.  Not far but definitely enough to be noticed.  Then he checked himself in the full-length mirror.  Miranda had gotten him to trim his blond pubic hair, which hadn't been especially dense to begin with, and now he was nearly bald down there.  She said it looked sexy this way, though all he could see was that it made his below-average genitals appear even more immature than previously.  Jimmy shook his head and got his feet into the old-fashioned sleepwear, slipped his arms through the long sleeves, and buttoned up the front.  The trap-door flap in the back was open and he had to reach around and fasten that as well.  It fit closely over his buttocks, perhaps a hint too much, but he had no intention of mentioning that, not with his wife already campaigning against his weight.

Feeling foolish, Jimmy went back to the living room.  She smiled at his appearance, not as if she was mocking him, but more like she was amused but politely suppressing her reaction. 

"There you go," she declared cheerily.  "No more chilly nights for my little guy."

Did she have to refer to his height?  He was only a few inches shorter than her.  She embraced him and her full bust pressed against Jimmy's body, high up on his chest.  As she gave him a tight hug her boobs ballooned up out of the low-cut top she wore and brushed the underside of his chin, where he also carried some extra padding.  Jimmy had been obsessed with her magnificent, huge bosom since they met.  It would be impossible to miss under any circumstances, but because the rest of her figure was comparatively slender, it seemed extra exaggerated.  He also noticed that she didn't have on a bra.

In a tentative way he asked, "Do you think we could, if you're in the mood, take a little time and...?"

"Have sex?"  She pulled his face down into her cleavage.  Then she put one hand on his bottom and ground her pelvis against his, giving him an instant erection.  She even slid her hand down there to give his dick a quick massage through the front of the bright red outfit.  "I'd love that, baby.  We could get really into it.  And it has been a while."  She licked his ear, sending warm shivers through him.  "Except that I'm going out tonight.  Guess I forgot to tell you.  Destine is picking me up in a short while.  But you won't be left alone.  She's dropping off her cousin Chester again.  You two have really hit it off since she started doing that."

Jimmy froze up inside.  That was what had been making him so uneasy and fretful.  Every time the girls went out together, that imposing Black man stayed and visited.  Except that, by the end of the first time he had his hands all over Jimmy.  The second time Jimmy had been made to perform an unnatural sex act on him.  With his mouth.  After that Chester maintained that Jimmy was, as he called it, 'a sissy whore for Black cock', who had secretly harbored desires that he denied even to himself.  It was an insane situation but he couldn't conceive of any way out of it without telling his wife, which was unthinkable.

"Oh." Jimmy said numbly.  "Then I had better change."

"Don't be silly,"Miranda said offhandedly.  "I know Destine will want to see those on you.  Then you can just relax and have a fun time with Chet, like you guys always do."

Chester's idea of fun was to use Jimmy as his sexual plaything, push him around, and crush his male self-image more each time.  Being in that ridiculous long underwear would only make it worse.  Before he could worry more about it the doorbell rang.

Miranda said, "You get that, honey.  I want to freshen my lipstick and put on a spritz of perfume.  Have to look and smell good for our girls' night out."

Having a silent nervous breakdown, Jimmy went to answer the door.  Opening it, he was confronted by Destine and Chester.  She was a tall Black woman with short hair, sculpted facial features, and a big bust combined with a slim figure, like Miranda.  She had on a fitted jumpsuit with a zipper down the front, lowered enough to give him an eyeful of her generous cleavage.  Alongside her was Chester, just as dark and even taller, with broad shoulders and a solid build.  He had on a red pullover shirt and navy blue slacks, the latter snug enough to show the bulge of his huge cock, which Jimmy had become all too familiar with. 

"Now look at you," Destine said with a wide smile.  "Is it naptime, Jimmy?"

"Hey, girl," Chester told her.  "Don't tease my good buddy.  Me and him are going to spend some more of that quality time together.  Ain't that right, Jimmy?"

The white husband's  voice stuck in his throat as he answered in a strained whisper, "Sure, Chester."

The newly arrived pair strolled into the house.   The big Black man said, "Hey now, Jimmy.  I keep telling you to call me Chet.  Us being close friends and all."  He chuckled.  "Amigos.  Partners in crime."

Destine wanted to know, "What crimes you dudes been committing?"

"Secret ones," he said with a wink.  "Can't tell nobody.  Ain't that for true, Jimmy boy?"

"Yes, Sir.  I mean yes, Chester.  Err, Chet."

Just then Miranda breezed into the room.  She had added hoop earrings to her look, very large ones, and done more to her make-up so that she appeared somehow less wifely, more like she was single and on the prowl.  Jimmy didn't fancy the thought of the women strolling the mall or getting a glass of wine with her looking that way.  Guys would be ogling her and, if the gals visited a bar or club or wherever for a drink, might even want to talk with her.  She had no male accompaniment, though her wedding band might deter any lotharios. 

"Jimmy," she said to her husband.  "Let Destine have a better look at what I bought you.  Put your arms out and turn around, nice and slowly.  That's the way.  Isn't he just so cute in that?"

"Yeah," she agreed.  "I might get jealous of Chet having your fine looking man, in his superhero costume, all to himself while we're out spending sister-time."

Miranda laughed.  "Oh, they'll probably just be talking about sports or whatever.  Except Jimmy's not into athletic stuff."  She shrugged.  "I guess they can always watch TV.  So let's you and me hit the road."

"Sounds good."  As they headed out the door, Destine threw back, "Play nice, boys.  Especially you, Jimmy.  I don't want to get a bad report from my cousin about you."

And then they were gone.  Jimmy was struck by how her innocent remarks could have a double meaning under the circumstances.  As the door closed Chester, wasting no time, got alongside the short plump white guy and grabbed his ass, giving it a hard squeeze.

"I like what you wearing for me," Chester said.

"This is just something Miranda got me," Jimmy explained, slipping into the feminine voice Chester preferred to hear.  "I can change out of it... if you'd like."

"I like you just fine in what you got on.  Except you got to open that back door.  Got to have the right look, Jimmy Jammies.  Have to show your ass-sets to Chester Molester.  Ain't that right?"

"I... suppose so."

"Don't sound so like-you-ain't-sure.  Put some smile on it, like I told you to last time.  Come on now.  Let's have it.  Otherwise, Daddy gone have to bitch-slap you like before."

Jimmy shuddered.  Chester always found some excuse to slap his face early in these visits, to make him more cooperative but also leave time for the marks to fade.  What the Black man wanted now was for his victim to put on an act, to pretend that he desired and even enjoyed the perverse relationship they had. 

Jimmy looked up and licked his lips suggestively.  He put both hands on his own chest as if he had real breasts, instead of just modest man-boobs. 

Fluttering his eyes he said, "I'm so glad you're here, Chet, and it's just the two of us.  What would you like to do first?"  He forced himself to smile.

"You get that bottle like I said?"

"Yes.  Should I go fetch it?"

"Yeah.  Step and fetch it, girl."

Jimmy hurried off to retrieve the bottle from the back of his bedroom closet.  He hated keeping a secret like that from Miranda.  She despised any sort of lying and secret keeping.  When he returned he held it in both hands, up against his chest.  Girly body language was beginning to come naturally to him whenever he slipped into this submissive role. 

"All right," Chester said as he checked the label on the whiskey.  He took it from Jimmy.  "And did you forget what I said about showing what you got in the back?"

"Um, no, Chet.  I'm sorry.  I'll just..."  He reached around behind himself, fumbled with the two buttons, and felt cool air on his bared buttocks.  Sensing what the visitor wanted, Jimmy turned around and bent forward slightly.  "How does that look?" he inquired with a mix of faux seductiveness and genuine fear.

"Looks just fine.  Give it a sissy wiggle."

The shamed husband wagged his backside.  Chester chortled and patted it.  They went to the kitchen and Jimmy watched him make two drinks, with ginger ale and lots of alcohol, plus two ice cubes in each.  Then he took something out of the main compartment of the refrigerator and set it out of the way on the counter.  They raised their short squat glasses to clink them together. 

"Here's to good times," Chester toasted.

"Yes," Jimmy said meekly.  "To good times."

They moved to the living room and Chester put on the TV.  He sat on the sofa and patted a spot next to him.  Jimmy curled up alongside the domineering man and, as he had been taught to, snuggled against him.  Chester draped an arm around his shoulders, his big hand hanging partway down Jimmy's torso.  They each took a swallow from their drink.  In less than a minute Jimmy felt a buzz in his head.  He didn't handle alcohol well.  Through the red material the smaller man wore, Chester found and fingered his nipple.  In spite of himself, Jimmy moaned with arousal.  He tried to believe that it was the booze making him react that way, along with how his wife hadn't been in the mood for sex lately, but that was growing more difficult to think of as the truth.  It became even less possible when Chester began his familiar narrative about Jimmy having secret wants.

"I know your type," he began.  "Always been thinking bout Black cock, on the sly, and like not admitting it to you-self.  Damn, girl, the first time you seen what's hanging between my legs, you just about had your tongue hanging out from your mouth.  I know that hungry face you made.  Makes no sense for you to keep on telling yourself different, especially after the way you went down on my meat and made a damn meal out of it."

He tapped the rim of his glass against the bottom of Jimmy's.  The quivering white guy took another drink, partly because he had to obey Chester, but also to fortify himself for what was inevitably coming.

"Remember last time?" Chester asked.  "When you was licking my balls?  Hmm?  And I didn't even have to ask for it?  Is that something you would do if you wasn't a sissy on the inside, where it really counts?"

Jimmy wanted to explain that it hadn't been his idea.  Chester had instructed him to subscribe to a certain page on-line, and read the obscene stories by a particular writer that were posted there.  Not only was it another secret that he had to keep from Miranda, but as he scrolled down the page and took in one paragraph after another, the words had some deep and profound effect on him.  When he had encountered a scene in which someone in a fictional predicament like his real-life one had been made to lap a Black man's scrotum, it imprinted itself on his mind.  Being confronted with Chester's impressive member, inhaling his musky male scent, had triggered something in Jimmy and he automatically began to tongue the testicles in front of him. 

In answer to the Black man's question, Jimmy conceded, unsure himself of what was true, "No, Chet.  I wouldn't have done it if I wasn't a secret sissy."

"Not so secret anymore," he responded with a laugh.  "But we keep it private from your wifey."  He paused for effect and then added, "At least for now."

"Please, Chet," Jimmy pleaded.  "Don't tell her.  It could damage our marriage."

"Damage?  More like dump it in the shitter and flush it away.  You got to try extra hard to keep me happy, girl.  And I'll try real good to help you, get you in touch with the for-real Jimmy.  In fact, I was thinking one way I could make it easier for you would be to call you by a girl name.  What I came up with was Ginny.  Get it?  Jimmy turns into Ginny?  You want to be called that, don't you?"

Jimmy knew better than to disagree.  But his dislike for the idea made him hesitate.  He answered slowly, "I'd love it if you called me that.  Called me... Ginny."

"No, see, you ain't putting your heart into it.  That means a face-slapping.  Damn.  I was hoping you wouldn't push me into doing it again.  But sometimes you got to be mean to be good to somebody, like to help them get right with them-self.  Understand?"

"Yes, Chet."  Jimmy was even more subdued.  "I'm sorry."

"Sorry don't fix it.  Finish your drink, Ginny.  That's my girl.  Now stand on up in front of me.  There you go.  Bend over some.  Take a step back."  He moved his long arm slowly through the space between them to make sure his open hand was lined up with Jimmy's unprotected face.  The sissy's lips quivered.  He sniffled.  Chester savored the reaction.  It was making his cock twitch.  "You ready?"

"Y... yes, Chet."

"Give me a smile, so I know you understand why I got to do this."

Jimmy made himself attempt to do what he was told.  It wasn't easy and the result was a cruel caricature of happiness.  It made Chester's balls pulse with need.  He drew back his arm and took a few slow-motion practice swings, unneeded but good for increasing the target's anxiety.  He still managed to swing full-strength when least expected.  His large hand smacked Jimmy's cheek with a loud crack, making his head snap to the side.  Chester switched arms, went through the same rehearsal motions again, and delivered a second and equally vicious slap.  Two more followed, just as unhurried and painful.  Jimmy's cheeks were left bright pink. 

Chester decided, "To show you I ain't staying mad, I'm gone let you do what you want most of all.  We both know what that is.  Truth?"

Face stinging, Jimmy said in a small voice, "Yes, Chet."  He even got himself to offer a trembling smile.  "We know."  He sank to his knees.

The Black man stood, undid his jeans, and shoved them down.   He snapped his fingers at Jimmy and pointed to the pants that had fallen to mid-thigh.  The kneeling sissy dragged them further, to Chester's ankles.  Then the standing figure gestured toward his boxer shorts.  Jimmy reached up, hooked his fingers under the elastic waistband, and carefully began to lower them.  As soon as they cleared the end of Chester's cock, it bobbed up, semi-stiff.  Though the defeated husband had seen it during every visit since the second one, he still goggled at it, mouth agape.  To just say it was long and thick wouldn't be enough.  It was ridged with thick veins and had a bulbous head.  His heavy balls were partly visible behind it.  The whole three-piece set exuded an earthy masculine aroma that Jimmy found himself inhaling more than necessary.  He stared at the patch of short tight hair above it.  His hands rose and held the astonishing length caressingly, fingers moving very little but never stopping.  Chester's pride grew to its full enviable dimensions.  Jimmy leaned his head forward and kissed the pee slit reverently.  That was when he noticed that he was as stiff as the standing man, though of course only a fraction as large. 

Jimmy asked himself what was happening,  whether or not what Chester had been saying was true, and who he -- Jimmy or Ginny? -- actually was inside.  How would his wife react if she could see him now?  In what way would such a betrayal affect her?  Seized by guilt and uncertainty and lust, all at the same time, he got the thick knob of Chester's cock inside his mouth and sucked it hard.  Had a single  drink so totally vanquished his inhibitions?  Even if that was true, wasn't what a person did when their reluctance was overcome what they had desired to do all along?  It was so confusing.  But then his uncertainties were replaced by an urgent need to do more.  He took another two inches into his mouth and felt the head against the back of his throat.  He had been able to get past his gag reflex last time.  Jimmy told himself that this was all to appease Chester and avoid more face-slapping.  Yet that wouldn't make his little dick get hard and stay that way.  The instinct for self-preservation does not lead to erections, does it? 

He cradled the Black man's balls on his palms and tenderly massaged them.  Chester's breathing quickened.  Jimmy turned his eyes upward to see that dark face grinning fiercely down at him.  The sissy pulled back until only that fat knob was past his lips.  He swished his tongue all over its underside.  A growl started deep in Chester's throat, exploded from his mouth as a cry of unrestrained sensual release, and he blasted his thick salty cum into Jimmy's gullet.  Some of the rich cream got on Jimmy's tongue, it's taste overwhelming his senses.  He swallowed greedily, the full realization of how he had just performed dawning on him.  His fingers curled around Chester's shaft as far as they could and he coxed out the remaining drops.  Then he supported it with one hand under the root while he dutifully slurped clean the slime-coated portion. 

At last Chester put a finger in the middle of Jimmy's forehead and pushed him back until the wet cock slipped free from his glistening lips.  As the big man pulled up his pants, the sissy gave his tool what might have been a longing look before it vanished. 

Chester said languorously, "You saw how I like my drinks.  Make me a fresh one.  Nothing for you.  We know you don't want to wash that taste out of your mouth."

Jimmy got up.  The pain in his face had softened to a warm afterglow.   He was strangely honored to be allowed to do something additional for the man who had just used his mouth so callously.  Chester watched some reality show in which people kept getting arrested.  He sipped his drink contentedly.  Jimmy sat at his feet with both arms around his lower leg, cheek pressed against the side of his knee. 

The sated man offered, "You coming around to my way of seeing things.  Ain't you?"

"Mmm hmm."  Jimmy was still trying to sort everything out.

"So now I be ready to take it the rest of the way."

"Wh... what?"

"Ginny, you know what you are now.  But it won't be for real till I pop your cherry."

"Do  mean a... anal... intercourse?"

"What I mean is parking my double-wide in your garage.  Getting Mr. Johnson inside Miss Ginny.  After all, you already got the door open for me."  He reached down to ruffle Jimmy's blond hair.  "Just let me finish my drink and get over sending that load into your belly."

It was too much for Jimmy.  He hadn't even considered that Chester might take it to the next level.  Had the aggressive man just been waiting until he had his prey avidly sucking him, completely mixed up about what his sexual orientation, before he took him past that limit?  Jimmy dared to glance up at the masterful Black man.  Chester was calmly sipping his mixed drink.

"You know what?" Chester asked.

"Uh, what?"  Jimmy assumed it would be something important about what was to come.

"You mix a pretty decent 7&7, Ginny."  He rattled the ice in his glass.  "Not half bad."

  In no rush, Chester lingered over his drink while Jimmy worried about the impending violation.  Then the controlling Black man got up and said they were going to the bedroom.  He clapped his hand on Jimmy's shoulder and gripped it firmly, to walk him to their destination.  He slapped Jimmy on his bare buns and told him to get up onto the foot of the bed and put himself on all fours.  Chester fondled those vulnerably available ovals.  He ran the tip of one finger between them.  Next he began to undress, talking while he did it.

"Yeah, Ginger, I'm gone take care of you real good.  Bring you the rest of the way to Sissy City.  Then you be a permanent resident.  Once you get pumped full of a Black man's cream, ain't no looking back."

"B... but, I don't want to be a full time sissy.  What about Miranda?"

"You two gone work it out."  He reached into the open union suit to give Jimmy's genitals a friendly squeeze.  "With this Pee Wee League equipment you got here, won't be no loss for her.  But she might get jealous cause you give such good BJs.  Heh, heh."  He repeated the hand action.  "Whoa.  What's this?  My girl's getting a stiffy.  The dick does not lie.  Peter-meter says you want what I'm going to give you." 

"Please don't.  I could... could give you another blowjob.  How about that?"

"Yeah?  And what else would you add to sweeten the deal?"

"I could... could... kiss your balls."

"That's old news, Ginny.  I'm talking about something special.  Like say, to keep my cock out of your virgin ass, would you give my Black rear end some loving with your mouth?"

"Are you saying...?"

"I'm saying you start soul kissing my hole instead of me plowing your ass.  Which one you want it to be?"

"I..."  He made a retching sound from thinking about that disgusting possibility.  Even so, saving his male maidenhead was Jimmy's first priority.  "Yes.  All right.  I'll do that, if I have to."

"You'll do what, girl?  I got to hear you say it."

"I'll..."  What was the crude term he'd seen on-line when Chester made him read those awful stories?  "... eat your ass.  Let me do that so you won't... penetrate me."

Chester snickered.  "Penetrate you?  Damn, Ginger, you talk so polite.  But maybe we got a deal here.  Tell me what you'll do to save your tight little tunnel, except don't say it so -- "  He held up one hand with the pinky finger extended, to indicate the mincing of words. 

"All right."  Jimmy took a breath.  "If you don't screw my tail end, I'll eat your ass.  I'll kiss it and (gag) get my tongue in there and (choke) work it all around and tell you I loved doing it.  Okay?"

"That's a damn tempting offer.  But how about this?  I fuck your ass from here to 48th street, until it feels like you got mated with a prize bull, and then we save the ass-munching for next time."

"B... but, that's not fair."

"Fair ain't how this game gets played, Ginny.  You sure a slow learner.  But keep reminding yourself that this is what you down deep want anyway."

Close to tears, Jimmy protested, "But I agreed to your deal."

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"Sure.  And I changed it.  Man holding all the aces takes the pot.  Now you just stay where you are while I go get something special from the kitchen.  What I got from the fridge when I made our first drinks.  Something to show you I'm not a bad dude."

He left the room.  Jimmy considered getting off the bed.  Trying to escape.  But he was so far into this that any effort felt hopeless.  Chester returned and showed him that he had gone to get a bar of butter.  As he peeled the wrapper halfway off, he remarked that it had softened nicely. 

"See there?  I'm not unfair, girl.  Unfair would be me taking your sissy ass without no lube.  But this here's the best.  Keep it greasy so it goes in easy."

He pinched the end off the bar and smeared it over Jimmy's clenching asshole.   The end of a thick finger invaded his tightness.  He whimpered loudly. 

"You might damage me," Jimmy said.

"More likely might make you damn happy.  Once you get the snake, it's a habit you can't shake.   Just look at that little eye, winking at me.  I'm getting hard for you, Ginny."  He rubbed his engorging penis all over Jimmy's bottom, until it was like a Black battering ram.  He gripped those soft hips.  Then he put the head against that well prepared opening.  "Take a deep breath, sissy."

Chester bucked his hips, driving the head inside.  Jimmy yowled.

"It's too much," the white husband cried.  "I can't take any more."

"You think I'm gone stop now?  You some kind of cock-tease?"  He jammed another two inches in. 

"OMG, you're too huge.  You're tearing me apart."

"I'm giving you what you need."  Several more inches followed. 

Jimmy squealed.  "It hurts so bad."

"Just get into the rhythm of it," Chester urged.  "I say PUSH and you say MORE.  Let's try it."  He plunged in the rest of the way, at the same time yelling, "PUSH".

As he withdrew Jimmy wailed, "MORE". 

It went on like that, with long unforgiving strokes, the deep manly voice announcing PUSH and the high breathy one answering MORE.  Over and over, until Jimmy's pained tone was replaced with one of acceptance and then something else.  Chester gave him a no-holds-barred, punishing, exhilarating workout. 

After a quarter hour, when he had Jimmy moaning nonstop and sounding like he was speaking in tongues, Chester growled, "I'm gone bust my nut, girl."  His hips moved faster.   "Gone unload bigtime in you.  Gone to... gone... gone..."

With a snarl and a grunt he jetted his spunk into Jimmy's bowels.  As he did it, the body under him jerked, there was a high girlish yell, and Jimmy shot his own, much less impressive load, into his long-johns.  Their voices rose together and then descended, until the room was silent except for heavy breathing.  The air smelled like sex. 

Chester said, "Hell, that was good.  And I still get my ass eaten next time."

Jimmy groaned miserably.

A half hour later Chester was cleaned up and appeared fresh and ready for more.  Jimmy was still in his long underwear, the cum-stained interior wiped off with a wad of tissues, which was then stuffed into his well-used rear entrance, giving him a bunny tail but also keeping that big load of spunk from leaking out.  Chester even allowed him to button up the back flap over his round bottom.  Jimmy hobbled when he walked, he was so sore back there. 

The women returned to find Chester enjoying a drink while Jimmy sat off to the side.  The Black man explained, "We're just checking the late sports news.  Earlier I was learning my man Jimmy about an athletic-type event.  He picked up on it real quick.  How did you ladies do?   Have a good time?"

"It was interesting," Destine said.  "I stopped us by my friend Wynton's place.  Him and Miranda got into some heavy conversation.  They was getting so into it that I stepped out to go check up on a friend up the street from Wynton's crib."

"I learned so much from Wynton," Miranda enthused.  "He really got deep into his special topic.  I thought I knew all about it but he has a different approach.  More forceful.  Every time I thought I'd gotten all I could from him, he came at it from another angle.  I mean, he just didn't let up.  I feel like a new person."

Chester said, "You should hang with him again sometime.  Get some more of that special education he's giving out."

"Oh, I plan to.  We agreed to have a long discussion like that once or twice a week.  It was such a long one.  But I don't want my Jimmy to feel neglected.  He doesn't have a lot of friends, Chester, so I was hoping you could come around whenever I'm not going to be here, if it's not too much bother."

"It ain't never no bother to stop around and get to going with Jimmy.  Us two been getting real close."

"Terrific.  Right now Wynton and I are thinking about Wednesdays and Fridays, from about eight to, I don't know, midnight."

"Sounds good," Chester agreed, sending a private glance toward Jimmy, who looked queasy.

"And you know, Miranda," Destine suggested, "if it gets too late you can just stop at my place cause it's nearer, and sleep over."

"Right."  Jimmy's wife got a dreamy look on her pretty face.  She took a deep breath that lifted her considerable bust attractively.  "Make it an all-nighter.  And Jimmy would know that I'm at your place."

"Plus," Chester contributed with a grin, "us guys could have our own sleepover deal.  Right?  Stay up late and have some good fun.  Some real good fun."

Jimmy could only nod and give another of his fake smiles.  He felt doomed.  Chester owned him.