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The Seven Year BITCH!

By Brian Masters(Concept by Devin Dickie)

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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.
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The Seven Year BITCH!

Part One

By Brian Masters(Concept by Devin Dickie)

Pete and Kay had been together since high school. They were that couple everyone knew would be together forever. He was a basketball player and she was a cheerleader making them one of those couples that seemed to dominate every page of the senior yearbook. Everyone loved Kay and tolerated Pete since he was dating the most popular, funny, intelligent, beautiful girl in school. Of course Pete ran in the same circles as his girlfriend but there was always something about him that rubbed people the wrong way. Something about the way he was always trying to prove himself as macho and manly. He wanted everyone to know what a stud he was but it really didn’t make him any friends. If not for Kay Pete would be dismissed as just another asshole jock but since everyone saw how devoted he was to making her happy, his boorish personality was accepted grudgingly by students and teachers alike.

Pete wasn’t a very striking figure for a jock as he stood a mere five foot seven and weighed in at only a buck fifty soaking wet. He wore his blonde hair shoulder length and his bright blue eyes always caught the attention of the sweeter sex. Pete was a popular guy with everyone, until he opened his mouth and started bragging on himself. Pete got to play varsity ball simply because his school was so heavily football oriented that all the real men played on the gridiron. But still a jock is a jock in any school so Pete became enamoured with his own standing and always thought of himself as a real man’s man.

It never bothered the white boy that he was smaller than his teammates, he was still on the team and earned every trophy he

proudly displayed in his teenage bedroom and later in his mancave in the house he shared with Kay.

Kay was another story altogether as she truly was the complete package. To say she was stunningly beautiful was to be lazy in one’s descriptives. She was built like a comic book superhero, you all know the type, huge breasts and a shapely ass forming a perfect hourglass figure on which rested a perfectly sculpted face framed by hair that looked like it was woven from angel’s wings. Every man wanted to be with her, every woman wanted to be her. But her heart belonged only to Pete.

The couple married right out of college, bought a house, started solid careers, and began living the American dream. Neither of them had ever wanted children so they were pleased with the empty house they could fill with their own toys and free time to vacation anywhere they wanted. Pete and Kay lived in storybook happiness for years but something was starting to sour and neither of them could quite place what it was until they hit the dreaded Seven Year Itch, that sad but true rest stop on the highway every marriage cruises down. Many couples don’t survive this milestone but Pete and Kay were determined to dig deep into the mystery of this speedbump and find a way over it no matter the cost.

It was a typical Saturday night and Pete had just rolled off Kay after another round of missionary sex that felt to both of them like a game of Monopoly. Everyone thinks it’ll be fun to play the old

standby board game but halfway through you realize how boring it really is and by the end you just feel a slow burning resentment for the one who made you play in the first place.

That was when Pete brought up something he’d been meaning to mention for quite some time. He could tell from her expression that Kay was dissatisfied with the sex they’d just had and having the typical jock brain, Pete thought he had the perfect solution.

“Listen sweetheart” he started, “I’ve been thinking about our sex life for a while now, and don’t get me wrong I love you so much, and I love having sex with you, but it seems like we might be in a bit of a rut after all this time.”

Kay looked at her husband with a questioning eye in anticipation of what the hell he was getting at. She simply said, “Uh huh”.

Pete continued, “Well what I mean is I thought we could try something a little different. You know, sort of spice things up a bit? I mean I’ve read an article or two online about how married couples keep things interesting and was hoping you and I could do a little exploring.”

Kay relaxed considerably thinking that her husband was going to suggest toys or new positions so she was completely taken aback when instead he laid out his true intentions.

“I was thinking maybe we could try, um, you know, maybe try a threesome?” Pete said quietly.

Kay just stared at him in shock wondering where the hell this idea had originated. Kay knew she and Pete had both been virgins when they met and had never been with anyone besides each other so of course her natural reaction was to say, “What the hell Pete? Are you saying you want to fuck another woman? Is that it? You want me to agree to bring another woman into our bed so you can fuck some strange? What the hell is wrong with you?”

“No! No, that’s not it at all. I mean that’s what would happen but that’s not, what I mean is, that’s not specifically what sparked this, oh hell I’m just trying to say we should try something new. Like I said I read an article and a lot of couples seem to be experimenting like this.” He stammered out. But what Pete neglected to mention was that this article he talked about reading was in fact gigabytes of porn with big titted sluts rolling all over ordinary looking men in groups of two or three at a time and this horny white boy wanted a taste of that action.

Kay however, was not impressed. “This sounds like a way for you to get to cheat on me. I think you’re just tired of me and you want some fresh young slut to make you feel like a high school hero again. Is that it Pete? Are you that unhappy with our life together?”

Pete began backpedaling immediately saying, “No! Not at all. I really do just want to spice things up for both of us. I love you and only you. I just thought it would be fun that’s all. Just forget it. Forget I said anything. We’ll just stick with the status quo.”

Kay lit a cigarette, huffed out a cloud of bluish smoke, and crossed her arms over her massive bare breasts, pouting in hurt silence. Pete was afraid to speak knowing when his wife was in this kind of mood there was nothing he could say to calm her.

Several uncomfortable minutes crept by before Kay crushed out her smoke and said, “Ok, I’ll admit things are getting a little stale in the sex department. But I don’t think a threesome is the answer. Maybe we could try something else.”

Pete was disappointed but hopeful at the same time. Maybe whatever Kay had in mind would be even better.

Kay continued, “I saw something in a movie the other night that looked like fun. The married couple went into a bar and pretended they didn’t know each other at all. The husband approached the wife and picked her up like they were strangers. They played the parts beautifully pretending to be complete strangers to each other. I thought that would be exciting.”

Pete was never one to read the room correctly so despite the hopeful look on his wife’s face he acted like a complete jackass by

responding with, “That’s stupid! Why would that be sexy in any way? How can I pretend I don’t know you Kay? We’ve been together since highschool.”

Kay fumed for a few seconds but decided not to pick a fight with her hubby. Instead she tried a different tactic. “Well I’m sorry you feel that way because I was thinking, maybe when we’re playing our little game we might just find someone to come home with us as a third for the night.”

The look on Pete’s face almost made Kay laugh as his eyes lit up and he forced down a lewd smile. He turned to her and said, “Well it’s not that stupid of an idea now is it? I mean we can give it a try and see where it goes right?”

Kay smiled having got her way without even trying and said, “Sure, we can see where it goes. We’ll do it next weekend. We can go to Rusty’s, remember we used to go there all the time? Oh I’m excited now, I can’t wait!”

Pete said, “Yeah, this could be fun. Ok, I’m in. Next weekend it is.”

The grinning couple kissed goodnight and rolled into their typical sleep positions, neither of them having any clue what kind of adventure they’d just started.

Part Two

Friday night came quickly and Kay was more than ready for her night out. She looked flat out amazing in her form fitting black dress, sheer black stockings, and four inch black heels. She’d let her long blonde hair down and it waved its way past her shoulders in a silky, soft style that was hypnotic in the way it moved when she laughed or tossed her head back. As usual her makeup was perfect for a night on the town making her look every bit the available hot wife she played at being.

Pete on the other hand had to be coerced into dressing up for tonight’s adventure as he was still pouting over his wife winning this discussion. Pete’s only consolation was the idea that his wife would be open to inviting some hot piece of ass back to their home at the end of the night and he would finally get that magical threesome every real man dreamt of having. Pete finally settled on a pair of khakis and a button down blue shirt with long sleeves and his tried and true pair of black shoes. He looked like an accountant going to work on casual Friday but Kay was too tired of fighting with him to care.

When the couple arrived at Rusty’s they were in for a shock. The bar had changed owner’s and was now called Xtreme and the sound of the urban music coming from inside made Pete stop in his tracks. He looked at the line of people outside waiting to get in and immediately regretted caving in to Kay’s idea.

“Hey listen honey,” Pete started, “I don’t know about this. I mean look at this crowd, it really doesn’t seem to be our scene. Maybe we should go somewhere else?”

Kay looked at her husband with distaste and said, “Peter, are you upset because of the music or because most of the people here are black? I sincerely hope you’re not telling me you’re a racist.”

“What? No! That’s not it at all. I’m just thinking this is a rather young place and maybe we’d be more comfortable somewhere else, that’s all. I don’t care about color, you know that.” Pete explained.

Kay said, “Good then it’s settled. Let’s go in.” And with that she walked straight past the line of young club hoppers and up to the doorman.

“Hi there,” she said confidently, “We’d love to go in and have a little fun, how do we make that happen without waiting out here all night in line?”

The bouncer, a large muscular black man looked Kay up and down and said, “Uh baby I don’t know who ‘we’ is cause I only see your fine ass. But I’ll sure as hell let you in snowflake.” He seemed

amused at her boldness and loved the fact that she was one of only a few white women here tonight.

Kay looked around confused and saw Pete still standing several feet away looking miffed. She walked back to her husband and said, “What the hell Pete I thought we were going in?”

Pete said, “Well if you really want to do this then we should do it right and go in separately. I mean we are pretending to not know each other right?”

Pete seemed so smug and full of himself that Kay was beginning to get angry. She hated the way her macho husband always wanted to be in charge but tonight she was not in the mood to argue.

“Fine!” She said in a huff. “I’ll see you inside.” And with that she turned her back and went over to the bouncer again saying, “I guess you’re right, it’s just me. So what do you say big man, can I go in?”

The bouncer looked her over again with a smile and said, “Sure thing baby, you just walk your sexy ass right in.” As he lifted the restraining rope over her head allowing her to pass by. He shook his head in amusement thinking about how a fine looking white bitch like her was going to be chum to the black sharks swimming in this dark water.

After waiting a few minutes Pete walks over to the bouncer and say’s, “Hi there, I’d like to go in.”

The big man towers over Pete and looks down at him with barely disguised contempt while saying, “Back of the line.”

Pete is surprised by this rudeness and says, “Look my man, you just let my wife in a few minutes ago and I’d like to go in with her.”

The black man looks threateningly at Pete and says, “I ain’t your man! And if that fine ass white bitch was your wife you should have gone in with her. Now you’re just some lonely ass white dude getting on my nerves. Back Of The Line!”

Pete puffed up his chest and was about to argue his point but one look at the sheer size of the man before him instantly stole his confidence. Pete was not used to feeling inferior in any way, especially to some minimum wage, flunky, doorman. But a sudden fear gripped the smaller white man and he grudgingly made his way past the laughing partygoers to the end of the very long line. He began to feel as though this whole night was a big mistake and wondered what his wife was up to in this decadent, urban, nightclub.

Inside Kay was nervous at first as she began to notice there were only a couple other white women and literally zero white men in attendance. She sat at the bar and ordered a drink to bolster her confidence and was soon working on her third martini when a large, dark shadow appeared over her shoulder.

She turned to see a handsome black man leering at her and was at first a bit scared but after they began chatting and he’d bought her another drink she started to feel at ease. It wasn’t long before she had attracted a crowd of big, strong, handsome black men all vying for her attention. Kay had never felt like this before as she’d never been hit on so hard by so many men. She began to feel giddy from the drinks and all the male attention and found herself laughing along with the men and really enjoying herself. A couple hours passed and she actually forgot all about Pete waiting outside.

Then Kay spotted a very large man making his way over to her. He was stunning as if his features were chiseled in onyx. He stood well over six feet tall with broad shoulders and the build of a professional athlete. The man exuded confidence and she could almost feel the pheromones he released slapping her across the face, forcing her to pay strict attention to every move he made. His dark black skin stood in sharp contrast to the brightness of his shining white smile. It took him all of ten seconds to chase off the crowd of lesser men surrounding Kay and his natural charm made her swoon as he reached out, took her drink from her hand, placed it on the bar, then took her hand and led her to the dancefloor.

Kay never said a word and neither did the gorgeous hunk of a man as he took her in his arms and the two began swaying to the music. Kay was lost in the adventure of it all and couldn’t wait to see what happened next. She was so caught up in the moment she didn’t give a second’s thought to her poor husband still stuck outside.

Several dances and a few drinks later Kay was again on the dancefloor with this amazing stud who’s name she now knew was Sam. Kay was dizzy from the drinks, dancing, and wonderful conversation with this handsome man so it was a rude awakening when Pete appeared out of nowhere and pulled her away from her dance partner.

“What the fuck Kay?” The white boy asked in an angry voice. “I’ve been standing outside like an idiot for almost three hours! What the fuck are you doing in here? I’m outside like a jerk and you’re in here dancing with some strange black man? I can’t believe you!”

Kay is stunned by his anger and more than a little put off by his aggressive behavior but still tries to salvage the night asking Pete to calm down and allow the game to go on as planned. Pete still rages on for a few minutes dumping all his frustration on poor Kay bringing her close to tears over his macho display. For his part, Sam stands back and watches the white boy’s hissy fit with interest. He stands like a coiled spring waiting for the boy to

become the least bit violent at which time he knows he’ll beat the hell out of him for hurting this sexy lady.

When Pete finally finishes his tirade Kay agrees to go on with the date and makes her way back to the bar to wait. She is sniffling a bit over her husband’s embarrassing display and fighting back real tears when Sam makes an appearance at her side.

“What’s wrong baby? Who is that asshole?” The big man asks.

Kay, not wanting to ruin the game, decides to change tactics and lay the groundwork for Pete to complete his task of seducing her. She doesn’t want Sam to know she’s married so she says, “Oh he’s an ex boyfriend of mine. He’s a bit of a pain in my ass, always following me around and bugging me to get back together. It’s no big deal.”

With a series of looks and hand signals behind Kay’s back Sam let his friends know to get rid of his competition. He silently mouthed the word ‘Stalker’ to his buddies and before he knew it, Pete was being escorted out the back door of the club by a group of strong, muscular, black men. As the door closed on the white boy he began fuming at being called a ‘Stalker Freak’ by one of the men and immediately tried texting his wife as he could not get back into the club.

Kay is trying desperately to be a good wife to Pete but each of his texts become more abusive as his temper gets the best of him. Kay excuses herself from Sam and goes outside to confront her husband. She tells him she’s had fun and is ready to go home since he’s so upset but Pete is enraged at this point and cannot be consoled. He rages at his wife in his anger at being called a stalker in reference to the attention he paid her. His behavior is so over the top that Kay decides to teach him a lesson. She tells Pete she’s left her credit card inside and goes back in fully intending to make the angry white boy wait while she has another drink and maybe a dance or two with her new friend, Sam.

Kay and Sam have a nice time talking, drinking, and dancing so before long the alcohol and wonderful company get to the young wife and she completely loses track of time. After an hour or more she begins receiving angry texts from her husband who is still waiting outside. His texts become more and more angry and abusive making Kay angry instead of upset. She is furious at Pete’s behavior and soon loses any interest in making him happy. Kay begins to see Sam as a relief valve to unleash some of the pressure she’s feeling so she begins to play into his flirting a bit more just to feel better about her ruined night.

Sam is no fool and can see how upset this snowbunny is becoming so he knows it’s time to up his game a bit. He offers to give her a ride home insisting she not leave the club alone as her stalker may be waiting outside. Kay agrees as she has no intention of confronting Pete in the mood he’s in.

As they make their way to the car several other black men join them and Kay soon finds herself in the company of Sam and three of his friends. As they pile into the car, Sam escorts Kay into the back seat while the other three men fill the front. Kay comments on how ridiculous they look crunched in like that but Sam tells her not to worry, they like riding that way.

He has become enamoured with the white beauty and has every intention of making her his own before the night is through. It’s a twenty minute ride to Kay’s house and Sam uses every minute to entice his new prize.

Kay is drunk and not thinking clearly so she finds herself yielding to the black man’s advances. He is forceful and confident but not in a threatening way at all. She is falling under his spell as she’s never been with someone so sure of himself and what he wants. Before long the white girl is snuggled up against the black man’s hard body as he talks to her soothingly making her feel special and wanted. She doesn’t even balk when Sam reaches down and releases his cock without warning. She is stunned by the sheer size of it, as even half hard it’s already bigger than her husband’s small pink penis.

Kay looks up into Sam’s eyes and sees nothing but kindness and desire so she tentatively reaches out and grips the massive black tool in her soft white hand. She begins stroking the cock, bringing it up to full erectness and marveling at the monster size of it. Sam’s cock stands over ten inches tall and is as thick as Kay’s

wrist. She soon finds she needs two hands to stroke this monster and is mesmerized by the naughty deed she’s undertaken.

As his wife strokes off the large black man in the back of a car, Pete is still outside the club texting his wife, calling her, and fuming over his situation. Before long the club has emptied out and Pete realizes his wife is nowhere to be found. He loses his shit over the idea that she’s found a ride home and has left him here alone. He storms to his car and begins the long ride home, now caught in heavy late night traffic that turns his twenty minute drive into over an hour.

Meanwhile as the car Kay rides in pulls up to her house she is wiping the massive load of cum Sam shot from her hands. She’s embarrassed and excited at the same time over the knowledge she’s made another man cum for the first time in many years. Kay wants to excuse herself and run to the house but Sam’s friends stop her by asking if they can use the bathroom after the long drive. The men know their friend isn’t done with his latest conquest so they stall for time to allow Sam to further entice this hot snowbunny.

Sam has every intention of breaking this white bitch and making her his property. Gone is the kind, gentle, comforting man he’s been playing at all night. Instead he’s reverted to the man he’s always been; a strong, confident, scheming master of seduction. Sam has a way of making women trust him to the point they let

their guard down then he pounces and takes them as his, to be owned and controlled by him and anyone he decides.

Sam isn’t a bad guy and has never forced any woman to do anything they didn’t want to do, instead he’s a real man who can manipulate women into doing those things they’ve always wanted to try but never had the nerve.

Kay would be no different. Sam had every intention to make this woman his latest conquest no matter who or what got in his way. Sam smiles as he sees photos of Kay and Pete on their wedding day. He knows full well this bitch is married to the little peckerhead from the bar. He’s well aware of the stupid games white couples play to spice up their marriages and he fully intends to use that as a means to get what he wants. He knew the husband would be home soon and just didn’t care at all. He was going to make Kay his woman despite any intervention from her white boy hubby.

Kay realizes her husband has been left behind as her alcohol fogged mind begins to clear and she tries to usher the men from her home but Sam keeps finding reasons to stay. He is so charming that Kay has trouble saying no to him and soon finds herself falling under his spell. She begins to relax as he pours her another drink and she soon finds herself sitting next to him on the couch as his friends turn on ESPN and begin having a little party with all of Pete’s beer, whiskey, and vodka. The atmosphere in the living room takes on a party vibe and Kay sinks into Sam’s strong

body as he puts his arm around her protectively and begins whispering naughty thoughts into her addled mind.

And then the door opens and a very angry Pete enters. He stops suddenly, staring at the scene in his living room with anger, disgust, and fear. Sam just smiles at the white boy and says, “Welcome home boy. Have a seat while we discuss the new normal around here.”

Part Three

“Who the fuck are you?” Pete roared in anger. He marched into the living room of his home and took a quick look around. There on the loveseat was his wife looking way too comfortable sitting next to a large black man who had his arm around her and looked so smug, as if it were his house and his woman. Kay looked a bit drunk but something else was in her eyes. Was it anger? Disgust? Disappointment? Pete wasn’t sure but it was definitely directed at him. He knew he’d fucked up by texting his anger at her but damnit he’d been made a fool of tonight and was ready to kick someone’s ass.

Sam gently moved his arm from around Kay and stood up in front of Pete. Pete looked around and saw three other black men all lounging in his house watching tv and showing little interest in the white man standing before them. They looked bored as if Pete offered no threat to them at all. This made the white husband even angrier and he took a step toward Sam.

Kay had enough presence of mind to see what was happening and even though she was pissed at Pete she still didn’t want him to go to jail for hurting Sam. “Peter, don’t hurt my friend, he’s just helping me get home safely. You don’t need to get all macho and beat the man up just because he’s sitting here with your wife.” She said.

Sam laughed out loud and said, “Oh don’t worry baby, little Petey here ain’t gonna hurt me at all. In fact me and Petey are gonna come to an understanding about the way the world works right now.” As he spoke Sam took a step toward Pete bringing him to within an inch or so of physical contact. He looked down at the smaller white man and stared daggers into his soft blue eyes. Pete held his gaze firmly for several seconds but then something began to shift in the white boy. He felt his resolve melting away. He began to feel a mixture of fear and respect for the larger man, as if in his body and mind he knew himself to be inferior to this towering black stud.

Kay had to admit to herself, she thought it was hot as hell when two men squared off like this and was ready to forgive her husband after he chased off the group of black men but something strange was happening instead. Kay saw her husband begin to doubt himself. She saw the look of fear in his eyes and watched his shoulders slump in resigned defeat. She began to see him for what he really was, an empty shell who played at being macho and tough but in reality was actually a wimp, afraid to fight for his own wife.

Pete slowly lowered his eye and looked at the ground as he mumbled, “I’ll call the police if you don’t get out of here right now.”

Sam said, “We were invited here by the lovely lady over there and only she can tell us to leave. Besides, calling the cops would just piss me off. You don’t want to piss me off do you Petey?”

Pete was trembling in fear of this large, muscular man. He’d always been slightly afraid of black men so this feeling of intimidation was nothing new to him. But to fall apart in front of his wife would be unforgivable so the white boy knew he had to stand up for himself.

Pete said in a voice that was just above a whisper, “Get out of my house.”

Sam laughed and said, “What was that faggot? Did you whisper something? Did you say you want to suck my dick? Was that it? C’mon pussy I can barely hear you.”

The other men all laughed making Pete blush and shrink further into himself as he cleared his throat and said in a slightly shaky voice. “I’m not a faggot. I said, get out of my house, now!”

Kay was shocked to see Pete act this way, as if he were genuinely afraid of Sam. He always acted so tough and bragged about how he would kick so and so’s ass or how he was stronger than some other guy. So, to see him fall apart like this was quite surprising to Kay, and if she was completely honest it was also quite hot to see this big black man in action. She was still angry with Pete and was enjoying seeing him put in his place like this.

Sam reached out to place his hand on Pete’s shoulder and the white boy flinched away like a beaten dog afraid of another lesson. The black men all laughed and even Kay smiled at the display of cowardice before Sam said, “Easy little boy, I ain’t gonna hurt you. Unless I have to. I don’t have to now do I?”

Pete mumbled, “No” before glancing over at Kay with shameful tears in his eyes.

Kay glared back at Pete with disdain in her eyes and a sneer on her lips letting him know in no uncertain terms how disappointed she was in him.

Pete knew his weakness was making him lose the respect of his wife but he couldn’t help it one bit. He was genuinely scared of Sam and his feelings of inferiority were taking over quickly. He was beginning to feel an undeniable urge to submit to this much more handsome, much stronger, more confident black man.

Sam placed his hand on Pete’s shoulder and said in a low but powerful voice, “Now Petey you be a good boy and I won’t have to spank you in front of your wife. But if you disobey me or annoy me in any way I’ll show the lovely Kay just what a wimp she’s married to, and believe me you won’t like that at all.”

Pete said, “But...But she’s my wife. And you were sitting with your arm around her. And you were dancing with her and I don’t know what you’ve been up to while I was standing outside the club. I’m just very confused right now.”

Sam laughed and said, “Well then let me clear things up for you Petey. I enjoy your wife’s company, and I’m sure she enjoys mine as well. In fact she enjoys it so much that she gave me a nice handy in the car on the way over here, isn’t that right Kay?”

Pete was in shock and couldn’t find words as he looked over at his wife. Kay was looking embarrassed, her face flushed, as she said, “Well, um, yes that’s true. But I’d been drinking and I was very angry with you Peter. And Sam is, well he’s very convincing when he needs to be. And I’d never seen a penis like that before. I mean it’s so big!”

She drifted off embarrassed and feeling guilty as Pete flushed with new found anger. The white boy took a cheap shot and blind sided Sam with a weak right cross that missed the black man’s face and instead bounced off his shoulder to no effect.

Sam’s reaction was immediate. He grabbed Pete by the collar and pulled him over to the loveseat where Kay still sat. Sam manhandled Pete as if he weighed nothing at all, pulling the white husband over his knees right there on the seat beside Kay.

Before the white couple could react in any way Sam began spanking Pete’s ass with savagely hard strokes. Kay was in shock but could say and do nothing as she watched this huge black man subdue and humiliate her husband as if the white boy were nothing but a swishing, sissy, faggot.

Pete cried out in pain and degradation as he was spanked painfully in front of his wife and three laughing strangers. His humiliation was a burning hot flame in his soul and he knew he would never be the same again. Pete cried out in pain begging the man to stop this humiliating punishment. He said he was sorry, he begged forgiveness for his rash actions, he said Sam and his friends could stay as long as they wanted, he said he didn’t care that his wife had jerked Sam off, he said he would do anything to stop the spanking as Kay looked on in horror at his disgusting display of inferiority. Pete’s defeat was complete as Sam finished the fierce spanking and dumped the crying white boy on the floor in a heap.

The white boy was sobbing as both his body and spirit had been broken in an instant and he couldn’t even lift his head to look at his wife so deep was his shame.

Kay was glad her husband didn’t look at her because he would have seen a guilty smile on her lips as she squeezed her thighs together to try and staunch the flood of fluids soaking her panties. She was so turned on by Sam’s manly display and had to admit that seeing her husband reduced to a crying, sissy mess had added to her arousal. The white wife was incredibly turned on by the strong black man sitting beside her.

Sam nudged Pete with the toe of his shoe and said, “Now Petey I hope you learned your lesson. You don’t ever touch me without permission. You don’t talk back to me, and you most certainly don’t ever disobey me. Is that clear faggot?”

Pete was sniffling back tears as he struggled to his knees and looked guiltily up at Sam and Kay. He choked out the words, “Yes, I understand,” before bowing his head and staring at the floor.

“Sir” Sam said with a smile on his face.

Pete understood immediately and sniffed again before saying, “Yes Sir. I understand.”

Sam smiled and said, “Good then we’ll get along nicely.” He leaned back into the cushions of the loveseat and wrapped his arm around Kay pulling her in close to him. Kay didn’t seem to mind at

all and snuggled into Sam’s chest with an evil grin on her face. She was overwhelmed by the sheer power this black man exhibited over her weakling husband. She was seeing Pete as he truly was for the first time ever and the feeling of superiority she had over him was an aphrodisiac. She could smell the raw scent of a real man as she pressed against Sam and her pussy responded by leaking even more.

Sam could feel the excitement pouring from Kay like a heatwave and knew he’d found himself another hotwife to control. He was a master at picking out the white couples who would be easy to break down and own. Kay would be screaming in pleasure as she bounced on his dick very soon and her hubby would be a sniveling, sissy, cocksucker for black dick in no time. The black stud grinned as he looked down at his defeated toy.

Sam said, “Listen up boy, I don’t like you. I don’t like the way you look, I don’t like the way you treat my woman, and I don’t like the way you act around here. So, I’m gonna need to be convinced of your commitment to pleasing your wife and obeying me. I’m gonna send you upstairs with my three associates here and they are gonna make you look more fitting to your new role. I like my white boys to look like the inferior, sissy, faggots they are so you’re gonna get a makeover while I entertain your wife. Do you have any complaints about that Petey?”

Pete sniffed back tears and said, “I’m not a faggot Sir. I’m not gay.”

Sam said, “Is that so? Well we’ll see won’t we? Now you get your ass upstairs with my boys before I beat you stupid. You got me bitch?”

Pete was completely defeated in such a short time and by nothing more than a spanking. His humiliation was a burning hot pit in his stomach and he looked at Kay for help but could see by the look in her eyes she was enjoying his pain far too much to say anything. Pete was hurt deeply by his wife’s betrayal but knew he was not man enough to say or do anything about it so he slowly began to climb to his feet.

“No bitch! You crawl when you’re in the presence of your superiors, and all black men are superior to you. Now crawl up those stairs and show my boys to your wife’s bedroom.” Sam said hotly.

Pete heard a sultry gasp from Kay as she giggled at her hubby’s humiliation. She ran her hand along Samn’s thick thigh toward his bulging crotch as she watched Pete crawl toward the stairs with the three chuckling black men following close behind.

Pete’s last look at his wife revealed the lustful look in her eyes as she leaned up to meet Sam in a hot, lover’s kiss. The white boy began crying again as he crawled up toward his uncertain future.

Part Four

Pete crawled ahead of the men as he led them to his bedroom. When the group arrived the three black men sat down on the bed and the dressing bench while Pete remained on his knees shivering in fear. The oldest of the men, who Pete later found was named Bill, said, “Now listen bitch this ain’t our first time breaking in some white faggot for Sam. He likes his bitch’s husbands to be submissive little sissy boys for him so there’s no trouble. Sam likes to own a bitch and there’s no better way to do that than to control the bitch’s hubby as well.”

Pete looked at the man in shock. He couldn’t believe the words he was hearing. But some part of him knew this was where it was leading as soon as he dropped to his knees. How could it not be this way? He had let that black thug degrade him in front of his wife and now he didn’t have the guts to even argue with the thug’s friend. Why was he so intimidated by these black men?

Bill told Pete to stand up and remove his clothes. The bewildered white boy was stunned for a second by the unusual request but some part of him knew this was only going to get worse, much worse.

As he slowly rose to his feet Pete said, “Ok guys, wait a minute now, I’m sure we can come to some kind of arrangement. I mean you look like normal dudes so I’m thinking you aren’t really into

all this are you? I mean do you really want me to strip? Are you guys gay?”

Bill laughed and nudged his friends before saying, “Yo boys listen to this little bitch. He all asking us if we gay. Hell no we ain’t gay bitch! But we sure know how to treat a faggoty ass sissy like you. Ole Sammy been bustin sissy ass white boys for years and stealing their women. You just another conquest to us. Just another white boy who needs to learn his proper place in a black man’s world.”

“Now,” Bill continued, “Do I need to have Devon and Henry here undress you bitch? Cause believe me they will not be nice about it.”

Pete now had names to put with his other tormentors but judging from the looks on their faces he was finding no help from them either. So with a resigned sigh and fresh tears of fear and humiliation in his eyes, the weak white boy began to take off his clothes.

Pete tried to focus on anything other than his slow striptease so he took in the features of his tormentors. In Bill he saw a man very similar to Sam; a tall, handsome, muscular black man with a closely shaved head. But where Sam sported a full beard, Bill wore a goatee and thinly shaved mustache. Both men stood over six feet tall with Bill being an inch or so taller at a comfortable six foot four.

The one called Henry was shorter in stature but not by much. He was around six feet tall and although well muscled he did not have the build and definition of his friends. Obviously Henry’s strength and shape came from a more aerobic workout routine while Bill and Sam looked more like weightlifters. Henry kept his face shaved clean but had a full head of tight, curly hair shaped in a perfect frame around his face.

The last man, Devon, was the oddball of the quartet. He was smaller in height, standing no more than five foot ten and not in any kind of toned shape. He was not what you’d call fat but clearly not someone who worked out regularly. He had a bit of a gut hanging over his beltline and no real definition to his arms. Devon had an afro that stood out a good six inches from his head and showed little sign of being cared for recently. He lacked any facial hair and was clearly troubled by acne.

All three men looked on in amused contempt as Pete removed his shirt and pants after his shoes and socks. The white boy stood in his bedroom in just his undershorts in front of three black strangers and sweat began to pour from his body despite the slight chill in the air.

“You deaf or stupid?” Bill shouted at Pete. “Take off those fucking shorts too whitebread.”

Pete tried to argue but one look from Bill and his blood ran cold so he slowly slid his underwear down his legs and stepped out of them as the three men burst out in laughter.

Devon said, “Oh my god! What the fuck is that thing?” while pointing at Pete’s crotch.

Henry was laughing too hard to get out any words but Bill was quick to point out, “All that shit must be true about white boys cause every damn one Sam finds looks just like this. How the fuck did a shrimp dick, sissy ass faggot like you ever get a fine ass bitch like your wife boy?”

Pete flushed in shame as he tried to cover his tiny penis with his hands but Bill reached out and slapped the white boy in the head saying, “Uh uh bitch, you keep your fucking hands at your side. It’s way too late to try and hide that little nubbin you call a dick.”

Pete was ordered back onto his knees and made to crawl into the ensuite bathroom as the black men mocked him and called him names. When the group reached the bathroom Bill began rooting around till he found Kay’s razor and shaving gel. He had his friends hold Pete still as he began spreading the gel anywhere he saw hair on the white boy’s body, which was not a very large area at all. Aside from a small bush of pubic hair and a few straggly armpit hairs, Pete was actually devoid of any body hair at all.

In no time the white sissy was shaved clean as the black men taunted him relentlessly about his lack of any masculine characteristics. Pete had always been embarrassed by his lack of body hair, especially his inability to grow any facial hair and having these thugs mock him made him very angry. In a fit of sudden rage Pete lashed out at Bill with a weak jab from his right hand and actually hit the black man on the chin.

Bill laughed at the pathetic effort and signalled his friends to hold the sissy still. The other black men held Pete tightly by his arms and bent the white boy at the waist so his already sore ass was sticking out toward Bill.

“This is gonna hurt you a hell of a lot more than it hurts me.” Bill said with a smile on his face as he picked up Kay’s curling iron and doubled the electric cord before beginning to whip his new toy’s ass. Pete screamed in agony as the cord bit into his bare ass cheeks leaving angry red welts on his pink flesh. Bill only administered five lashes but when he finished Pete fell to the floor crying like a little girl.

As Pete was recovering from his punishment his attackers took that time to relieve themselves. One by one the black men opened their pants and pulled out the most ridiculously large cocks Pete had ever seen outside of the interracial porn he loved so much and began pissing noisily into the toilet.

The white boy couldn’t help but compare the tools of these black thugs since he had a front row seat to the obscene display. Devon pissed first and just like the rest of him his cock was also thick and heavy. At only half its full size it still looked enormous to Pete and was easily close to five inches long despite being flaccid and currently expelling piss. The fat cock was uncut and the foreskin covering it looked like it could be a sleeve for Pete’s entire arm. It was so full and thick that when Devon pulled it back to piss Pete got a close up look at the plum sized cock head it was covering. As Pete stared he became acutely aware of the smell coming off Devon’s cock and nearly choked at the fetid odor of unwashed skin and smegma. Obviously this horrid man was not overly concerned with hygiene.

When it was Henry’s turn to piss Pete nearly gasped in horror at the monster cock the man released from his pants. It had to be nearly six inches while soft and being uncut it looked like an angry weapon waiting for it’s chance to ruin a normal vagina. So intimidating was this cock’s length that Pete was glad he wasn’t seeing it fully aroused or he might feel faint from the experience.

The white boy stared while Henry stepped away and Bill took his place. Pete was still crying in pain and sniffling through his tears of humiliation so he thought the watery blur in his eyes was causing him to see things that couldn’t be true. Bill had the biggest cock of the trio in both length and girth. The thick, fat, throbbing weapon was hanging between Bill’s legs and swinging back and forth in a hypnotic fashion making Pete blink away tears to get a closer look at the monstrosity. It was a full seven inches

flaccid and as thick as Pete’s wrist. Though it was also uncut the head of this giant couldn’t fit in it’s own foreskin and was bulging out like a fist thrust through the sleeve of a sweater. When Bill began pissing the force of the stream was so strong it seemed it was going to put a hole in the porcelain bowl. The smell of the man’s piss was so strong it made Pete’s eyes water even more and he swore later that he could feel the humidity in the bathroom change such was the torrent of salty, hot piss streaming from the black man’s superior cock.

From his place on the floor Pete was mesmerized by the blatant rude behavior of these men as they shamelessly pissed mere inches from his staring face. Pete was so caught up in his own pain and the horrible display of so much black flesh that he failed to register the splashes of hot piss bouncing from the rim of the toilet and speckling his face and chest as Bill relieved himself. It wasn’t till one of the droplets hit the white boy on the inside of his open mouth that he finally snapped out of his reverie and ducked away from the foul spray.

The men all laughed at Pete’s humiliation as they zipped up and began heading for the door. Bill stayed behind and said in a threatening voice, “Now listen up faggot, you’re gonna watch this video on my phone and you’re gonna use your wife’s supplies in here to do exactly as you’re instructed to by the images you see. If not, I will pick up that curling iron again and see if I can’t whip your ass right off your body. You understand me bitch?”

Pete was crying as his predicament was becoming very clear to him. While a real man would wonder what was happening downstairs with Kay and Sam, this pathetic sissy was only concerned with his own fate at the hands of his superiors.

The white boy sniffed loudly and said, “Yes” before looking down at the floor.

“Yes what?” Bill asked. Pete sobbed before choking out, “Yes Sir.”

Bill laughed and said, “Too fucking easy to break you white boys. You’re all a bunch of sissy ass faggots that don’t realize how inferior you are to us black men until we teach you your place.”

With that Bill set his phone on the sink and leaned it against a bottle of hairspray. Pete could see a video was queued up with the play symbol visible and knew he had to obey and watch.

“Oh, one last thing before I go out into the bedroom.” Bill said as he grabbed Pete by the back of his neck. The black man pulled the white sissy over to the toilet and in one quick motion shoved his face into the tainted water in the bowl. The stench of piss was strong from the three black men’s full bladders and Pete saw the water was still covered in foam as his face and head were pushed beneath the surface. The poor white boy was still gasping for a breath when his mouth entered the water and he took in a

mouthful of the nasty piss and toilet water which he swallowed instinctively. Bill laughed as he pulled the white boy’s head back out of the foul toilet and let him drop to the floor in a heap. Pete was crying and choking out the piss water from his mouth and lungs cringing at the taste and smell.

“Now you take a shower then watch the video and obey everything it tells you boy. Oh but don’t brush your teeth, I want you tasting our piss the whole time you’re in here.” With that the black man left the bathroom but kept the door open. Pete could hear the men all laughing as Bill related the tale of dunking their pet snowflake in the toilet. The three men got comfortable and turned on the tv as Pete slowly dragged himself to his feet and began adjusting the shower water. The sobbing white boy crawled into the shower and began washing the nasty piss from his face and hair as he wondered what fresh hell the video would bring.

Part Five

Downstairs things were really heating up as Sam and Kay were slow dancing and exploring each other’s mouths with their tongues. Sam had both hands on Kay’s ass and was using them to guide the white wife around the room in an obscene tableau of interracial lust. The large black man had this little snowbunny right where he wanted her and he was thrilled with how easy it had been to seduce her. Kay was more than a little tipsy from the alcohol but that wasn’t the reason for her behavior. She was enthralled with this confident black stud and amazed at how

easily he’d handled her husband. Kay had always thought Peter was a real man who took no shit from anyone but seeing him capitulate to this charming black man was a real eye opener.

Kay couldn’t explain why she felt so turned on by this thug but she knew for certain her panties were moist with her arousal. She could feel her nipples harden against the black man’s chest and knew if she felt them they would feel like stiff pencil erasers jutting out from her large, light pink, areolas. Kay was proud of her breasts and was at this moment loving the feeling of her stiff nipples rubbing sensually across Sam’s rock hard chest. The lovely white wife was completely smitten by this brute of a man and was allowing things to progress much further than she ever dreamed. She rested her head against his chest and sighed contentedly as he squeezed and fondled her ample ass, pulling her wet pussy tightly against his throbbing manhood. Kay marveled at the size of the organ pressing into her crotch and moaned out loud at the pleasure it brought her. Sam merely smiled down at the squirming wife and knew his plan was working perfectly. Soon he’d have this bitch begging to be stuffed full of his thick, hard, black cock.

The huge black man spared a glance at the stairs and smiled as he wondered how things were going up there with the sissy hubby.

Part Six

Pete stayed in the shower as long as he thought he could get away with and marveled at how odd his body looked now that it was completely devoid of hair. His miniscule penis was hairless and looked like it belonged to a toddler rather than a fully grown man and Pete blushed in shame at his misfortune. He was even more humiliated by the fact that those black men all had such enormous cocks in comparison and he wondered if all black men were really built that way. As he pictured those massive cocks pissing in front of him he felt a strange stirring in his tiny balls and felt his penis begin to stiffen. Pete was immediately ashamed of his arousal and had no idea where it had come from as he was most certainly not gay.

After his shower Pete grudgingly pressed play on the phone and sat down on the closed toilet seat naked to watch the video. He was instantly terrified as he saw this was an instructional video for crossdressers to learn how to apply makeup and fix their hair. Pete started to protest and got up as if to leave the confines of the bathroom but Bill was waiting for such a move and now stood blocking the doorway with an angry scowl on his face. Pete wanted to argue with the large black man but his true nature was beginning to come through and his fear took over. Pete instead sat back down and began collecting the items the video told him to from Kay’s makeup drawer.

The shame of his actions was too much for Pete and he found himself sobbing again as he applied foundation to his soft, smooth facial skin. He fought to get his emotions under control so he wouldn’t smear the makeup he was applying to his face. Following

every direction Pete soon found himself looking into the mirror at a stranger’s face. He actually looked like an attractive female. It was astonishing to Pete that his features could look so feminine. He’d always thought of himself as a rugged, macho man’s man but this creature looking back at him in the bathroom mirror was as far from that image as one could imagine.

With a nice foundation, a bit of rouge, some light blue eyeliner, mascara, and lipstick, Pete was rather stunning. He next worked on his hair and teased it in such a way as to give himself a very feminine style. His hair was shoulder length to begin with and with a little help from the dreaded curling iron, some gel, and a bit of hairspray Pete was hot as fuck.

He chose a slutty red nail polish at the suggestion of the video which completed his new look quite nicely. As he waited for the polish to dry Pete began wondering what was in store for him when he left this bathroom. What horrors would these awful men put him through? He began thinking of ways to escape this hell without giving a single thought to his wife’s safety. Pete loved Kay very much but his own selfish ego prevented him from thinking of anyone else’s well being but his own.

When Pete finally exited the bathroom the three black men all stood up and began making comments about the white boy’s appearance.

“Holy shit, look at that slut!” Came from Henry, while Devon said, “Fuck man, I definitely have to stick my dick in that whore.” A comment that made Pete shrink into himself in fear. Bill stepped forward and said, “Easy now boys, we got all night with this little snowflake. We gots to break her in real good for Sammy. This bitch has a lot to learn about it’s new life.”

Pete backed away from the cruel black men and began to notice his surroundings. The room was a complete mess as it was apparent the men had been rifling through Kay’s clothes. But the worst part of it all was what they’d found in the closet. Tucked away in the back was a Halloween costume Kay had worn several years ago of a slutty school girl. That outfit was laid out on the bed along with a pair of pink panties, a matching bra, and a pair of black four inch mary janes.

Pete knew what was coming before Bill spoke a single word. “Get yourself dressed snowflake, we want to see the whole package.”

The newly submissive white boy found himself begging this black intruder while barely holding back tears. “Please, you’ve had your fun. Let’s stop this now before there’s any trouble. You don’t really want me to dress like that do you? I mean none of you are gay so I’m sure you don’t want anything to do with a man like me, right?”

The men all laughed and Bill said, “First, you ain’t no man. You are a sissy white boy. Second, yes we do want to see you dressed like this because it’ll be funny as hell and pretty damn hot. Third, putting a sissy in it’s place ain’t gay since sissies are naturally attracted to black dick. That’s just a fact of nature for you pathetic, inferior, white boys. Now don’t piss us off Petey, just do as you’re told.”

Pete blushed from head to toe but his fear of these men forced him to do the unthinkable. He began dressing in the horrid outfit. He first pulled on the silky panties and immediately regretted it as he felt his traitorous penis begin to stiffen at the feel of the satiny material. As he pulled the panties up tight against his tiny package and bubble butt he was already fully hard and thoroughly embarrassed.

Henry was the first to notice and began laughing as he said, “Look at that! The sissy bitch is horny as fuck already just thinking about these big black cocks!”

All three men laughed as Pete tried to argue the point, “No! That’s not it! It’s this material, it’s so smooth it just made me slightly aroused that’s all.”

But the laughing men would hear none of it as Bill signalled his new pet to continue dressing.

Pete put on the bra next and to his humiliation he felt his nipples harden and stick out like they’d never done before. Next he pulled up the sheer white stockings that fit all the way up to his thighs and just the feeling of that wonderful nylon sliding up his legs was too much for the white sissy and he felt his tiny penis explode without warning.

Pete groaned loudly and nearly doubled over from the experience and the three stunned black men stared in silence at the spreading stain in the front of Pete’s panties. The men exploded in laughter and called the sissy every imaginable name making fun of his premature ejaculation and equating it to normal white boy sex.

Pete was a wreck. He was sobbing in shame while trying to hide the wet stain on the pretty pink material. The men forced him to stand still with his arms at his side while they snapped pics with their phones and made fun of the sissy.

After the men had a good laugh they told Pete to continue without allowing him to change his soiled panties. Pete put on the black, red, and white checked tartan skirt that was so short if he bent even slightly over you could see the rounded globes of his ass cheeks sticking out the bottom. He next slipped on a short white half shirt with a plunging neckline that left little to the imagination.

Pete was then forced to put on a varied array of jewelry starting with several bracelets and rings and culminating with a

pair of clip-on earrings that Bill assured him would soon be the pierced variety.

When the white sissy was finished the black men were astonished with his look. Pete was hot and extremely fuckable. The men all felt their cocks straining in their pants and knew it was time to introduce the sissy to one of his new duties, cocksucking.

Part Seven

In the living room things were heating up to the point of boiling over for Kay. Sam had her stretched out on the large sectional couch and was lying on top of her mauling her naked tits with his hands and mouth while rotating his hips and rubbing his huge, fully erect cock against her soaking wet slit. The poor girl was beside herself with lust as Sam sucked and chewed her overly sensitive nipples and fondled her huge tits with his rough hands. Kay was still uncertain how she had let things go this far and was terrified of what Pete would do if he came downstairs and found her like this.

Sam was in heaven as he played with his new sluts tits. He could feel how wet her pussy was as he rubbed his cock along the outside of her swollen labia. He was surprised how easy it had been to get Kay out of her clothing and laid out on the couch for him like this. The wanton slut was practically begging for a real man to take control and show her how to be a woman. He could

tell by the look of surprise on her face that she’d never had a true orgasm before and he planned to have her cumming over and over on his massive cock very soon. He wanted to hear her beg for it though. He loved it when they begged.

Kay was feeling incredibly overheated by the attention Sam was paying to her tits but it was the feeling of that wonderful cock rubbing her wet pussy that was making her moan. She had never felt her pussy become so wet before now. Never had Pete been able to get her so excited and though she should feel guilty over that, she instead felt a sense of cruel amusement at the idea of fucking this man Pete was so afraid of.

Kay was squirming and thrashing around on the couch opening her legs as wide as she could stretch them in an effort to let Sam know she wanted him inside her. She was puzzled by his lack of action and becoming extremely frustrated. The white wife began thrusting her hips upward in an effort to capture that amazing cock in her slippery pussy when she realized Sam was smiling at her wanton display.

That was when Kay lost her battle and did the only thing she could, she begged. “Oh god! Please? Please!” the young housewife said with a shaky voice.

“Please what?” Sam asked, amused.

“Please do it! Please just do it!” Kay almost screamed.

Sam grinned down at the squirming white bitch and said, “Do what?”

A fierce growl escaped Kay’s throat as she thrust her hips violently up toward her prize. “Fuck me you bastard! Fuck me now! Fuck me hard! Fuck me like no one ever has before! Just Fuck Me!”

Sam smiled at his latest conquest, reached down and gripped his swollen, black cock, and with one quick thrust impaled himself balls deep in the white slut’s soaking wet cunt.”

Part Eight

The three black men smiled and poor Pete looked around in a panic when the loud wail of pain mixed with extreme pleasure came rolling up the stairs from the living room below. Pete knew it could only be Kay and that the scream he’d heard was the sound of a woman being totally filled with thick, black, cock. He knew because he watched a lot of interracial, cuckold porn. A lot.

The other men in the room knew as well and all shared a look and a smile knowing their friend had bagged another white,

hotwife. But these men were busy with a white slut of their own as they surrounded the now kneeling sissy husband.

Pete had been forced to his knees by Bill and the others and now found himself surrounded by a sea of legs. He looked up pleadingly at the men as if they would change their minds now that they all knew what Kay was up to downstairs but their smiling faces let Peter know he was in for nothing but trouble.

Bill looked down at his sissy and said, “Now ask me nicely if you can see my cock. I want you to ask permission to set it free.”

Pete sniffed back tears as he looked up at Bill, “Please don’t make me do this. Please, I’m not gay, I’m not a sissy. Please just leave my house.”

The men laughed again and Bill said, “Well you sure as hell look like a sissy to me, all dressed up and on your knees in front of a group of real men. You are a pathetic, white, sissy and this is where you belong. Now ask if you can see my cock.”

Pete knew what was expected of him so he stared straight ahead at Bill’s crotch and said, “Please may I see your cock?”

“Uh, uh boy. It’s Sir to you, always.” Bill said. “Now try again, and make me believe you really want to see my cock.”

Pete felt like dying from shame as he cleared his throat and said, “Please Sir, may I see your cock. I’d love very much to see your big, thick cock Sir, Please?”

Pete didn’t notice Henry filming the scene on his phone but at this point it wouldn’t have mattered to the beaten white boy.

Sam said, “Since you asked so nicely, sure you can take it out sissy.”

Pete reached up and unbuckled Sam’s belt before then opening the button and zipper on the bigger man’s fly. He couldn’t believe he was in this position. Earlier today all he was thinking about was playing an innocent game with his wife, getting some good sex, and then going to bed. Now he was on his knees in his own bedroom dressed like a slutty school girl, listening to his wife being pleasured by another man, and now fishing out a thick, black cock from a far superior man’s pants.

The white sissy felt the heat and smelled the musky odor of the black man’s cock and balls long before they ever made it to open air. As he pulled down Bill’s pants the man’s hard cock sprung forward and caught the unprepared sissy right in the eye. The men all laughed at the squeal emanating from the faggots lips when he was cock slapped.

Pete had no idea what to do next so he sat there on his knees staring at the monster he’d just set free and shaking like a frightened kitten. Bill looked down at his pet and said, “Now sissy, show daddy how much you love his big dick. Give that beautiful black cock head a nice sissy kiss. Oh and make sure I can see the lip print from your sweet sissy lipstick too.”

This earned a laugh from Bill’s friends as Pete leaned forward and lifting the massive cock in his tiny white hand, puckered his lips and planted a loving kiss on the angry black helmet of Bill’s cock. As the white boy leaned back he was ashamed to see there was indeed a perfect kiss lip print on the head of the cock. Pete could still feel the silky, soft texture of the black man’s dick skin on his lips as he was grabbed by the hair and pulled toward Henry to repeat his awful chore.

By the time the white boy had freed all three cocks and had given them a kiss of respect he needed to freshen his lipstick so he ducked into the bathroom and hurriedly applied another layer before rushing back to the bedroom under threat of another whipping.

Bill said, “Now sissy it’s time for your next lesson. Crawl over here to daddy and get comfortable in the natural sissy position, on your knees.”

Pete sank to his knees and crawled past Henry and Devon till he reached the now seated Bill. Pete sat on his knees between the

black man’s legs and looked on in horror at the lipstick kiss on the man’s cock. Bill was still hard and his proud cock stood straight up a full foot in length. Bill picked up a small bottle and opened the lid before holding it under Pete’s nose.

“This here is called a ‘Popper’ sissy. Something to help you accept your new role. Just sniff it in deep one nostril at a time.” The black man commanded.

Pete had heard of poppers and had even seen them advertised on porn sites but had never tried it himself. Rather than risk a beating, Pete held one nostril closed at a time and breathed deeply with the other taking in the fumes of the noxious liquid. It smelled like a chemical cleaner and burned a bit going in but the results were immediate and made Pete’s head swim in a delicious cloud.

Next Bill placed earbuds in Pete’s ears and turned on an audio file on his phone. It was an instructional file with music and a soothing female voice describing in detail how a sissy should suck it’s daddy’s cock. The main voice was explaining how she would be giving step by step instructions as to how to properly suck a cock while a deeper, more subliminal voice was saying something else entirely.

That second voice was repeating a mantra along the lines of, “You love Black Cock, You crave Black Cock, You are a sissy white boy who is owned by Black Cock, You love Black Cock, You love

sucking Black Cock, You can’t get a sissy stiffy without Black Cock, You love Black Cum.” And so on and on and on.

Pete was becoming confused by the weird poppers and the sexy voices. He found himself staring longingly at Bill’s cock and his mouth began to water. Bill offered up another hit of poppers which Pete gladly accepted. This time Bill held the bottle up against his throbbing cock so Pete had to lean in with his lips and cheek touching the soft black skin as he sniffed in his prize.

The voice was telling the sissy to kiss his daddy’s thighs and Pete found himself obeying. He lovingly touched his lips to Bill’s inner thigh, first one then the other, continuing back and forth at the command of the sexy voice in his ear.

Bill smiled at his friends and they both laughed as they watched the now familiar scene of breaking another white boy.

The voice was telling the sissy to sniff his daddy’s balls and breathe deep the scent of a real man so Pete did as ordered and inhaled the strong, musky odor of the black man’s balls. Pete suddenly felt his little nubbin of a penis begin to stiffen and he relaxed into the natural feeling of what he was doing.

As Pete was enjoying the scent of his daddy’s huge balls, Bill leaned down and offered another whiff of poppers which Pete

gladly accepted. The sissy was getting high on ball sweat and poppers and loving the feeling immensely.

Pete was becoming addicted to the smell of daddy’s balls and loving the voice in his ear so he obediently followed the next command and began planting soft kisses on Bill’s balls. Bill moaned in pleasure as he felt the sissy’s breath on his sack and spread his legs wider to give the white boy more room.

The voice said to start licking so Pete started licking. He lapped his daddy’s balls like a kitten drinking milk and loved the feel of the wrinkled skin on his tongue. He sucked the massive testicles into his mouth one at a time and cleaned them with his tongue before releasing them and continuing his licking. The voice said to lick lower to make daddy happy and a small voice in the back of the sissy’s mind begged him to stop but the sissy didn’t want to listen to that boring voice at all. So Pete, the former high school jock, the married man, the macho husband, leaned down pressing his face into a black man’s crotch and began licking that man’s taint and ass. The earthy flavor only enhanced the sissy’s experience as he kissed and licked the dirty hole as if he were making out with his wife. He frenched the other man’s asshole moaning with desire as he felt the silky smooth interior of the man’s anus with his soft pink tongue. Pete was lost in sissy bliss and obeyed the voice without question so when it told him to move up and start sucking daddy’s cock, the sissy let out a moan of disappointment and gave up it’s tasty treat.

The white sissy licked, kissed, and sucked his way up the length of daddy’s cock before taking the head into his mouth like a good girl should. Bill pulled the sissy’s mouth off his cock with an audible pop then offered up another whiff of poppers. The sissy happily obliged and took a deep sniff in each nostril before diving back onto daddy’s cock.

The voice told the sissy the best ways to suck and Pete obeyed gleefully. The sissy slurped away making sucking and licking noises that pleased his black daddy and made him feel all warm inside. The sissy listened to the voice when it told him gagging was ok, it just meant the sissy was trying its best. The voice told the sissy how to relax its throat and how to breathe properly so soon Bill’s cock was disappearing inch by inch into his sissy’s throat.

It took the sissy nearly forty five minutes of sucking before it finally achieved its goal but with a final push the huge black cock was firmly lodged in the white boy’s throat and his little pink nose was pressed into daddy’s pubic hair.

The black men were amazed by the sissy’s talent as no white boy had ever throated Bill on the first try. This bitch was a keeper. Bill hoped Sam would give the husband to him and keep the wife for himself.

Bill gripped the sissy by both sides of his head and began pulling him up and down into his crotch. The loud, wet sounds of

a rough blowjob filled the room as Bill violently fucked his sissy’s face. On and on it went for another ten minutes before Bill felt his balls tighten and he exploded into the white boy’s throat in thick ropes of salty cum.

The white boy was choking but Bill didn’t care as he continued to fuck the poor husband’s face shooting heavy mouthfuls of cum in a never ending cycle. Poor Pete had to swallow constantly to keep up with the massive surge of creamy cum filling his mouth. He was becoming lightheaded from the lack of air and the heady taste of cum. It was like nothing he’d ever tasted before and he found the voice in his ear was right, he did love Black Cock and Black Cum!

Bill finally finished with one last spurt of hot cum and pushed the sissy away to fall on the floor in a heap. Both daddy and sissy were panting from the exertion but the sissy’s job was far from over.

Henry stepped up and took the bottle of poppers from Bill. He offered another hit to the sissy then started the audio file over again before taking his seat on the edge of the bed. Pete crawled to his knees again and listening to the wonderful voice in his ear, leaned in to taste another delicious Black Cock.

Part Nine

Sam and Kay were lounging naked on the couch together when they heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Kay started to get up to hide or at least get dressed but Sam stopped her and told her there would be no reason to hide from Pete. In fact she would be able to do anything she wanted and never have to worry about Pete’s feelings or opinion again. He laughed as he said it in an ominous way that chilled Kay and thrilled her at the same time.

So it was that the trio of black men found their friend when they entered the living room, completely relaxed and spooning a naked white woman in her own living room. Sam’s hand rested on Kay’s tit and he absently massaged the huge mound of flesh as he greeted his friends. Kay was nervous but also very excited about the awakening she’d experienced at the hands and especially the cock of her new lover.

Bill was smiling when he entered the room and said to Sam, “Well you were right again. This was much easier than we thought it would be. He folded instantly. That white boy is a natural born sissy just like the rest of his kind.”

Sam laughed and said, “I told you guys he’d be a fun new toy for you. Now I think it’s time we show my new lady here exactly what kind of sissy bitch she’s married to don’t you think?”

Bill agreed and snapped his fingers while saying, “Here Petey, C’mon boy. Where’s our good sissy? Here Petey!”

For a second Kay thought there was another woman in the house as she watched the silky nylon covered legs descending the stairs, and believed it as she saw the skirt, the short shirt and even for an instant the made up face. But upon closer examination as the sissy turned to face his audience Kay realized the awful truth, this was her ‘manly’ husband made to look like a common street whore!

Kay shrieked in terror that quickly turned to laughter as she looked at Pete standing there in her old Halloween costume. He looked amazing! Just like a slutty little girl. The white wife was shocked and amused by the change in her hubby and began laughing along with Sam before she realized how cruel she was being.

Pete said nothing, just stared at the floor as his wife and her lover made comments about his appearance and stood up to take a closer look. The poor sissy was so confused by all the cum he’d swallowed, the hypnosis file, and the poppers that he failed to take notice of his wife’s current state of undress. He just stood there obediently as if waiting for a command.

Kay walked around her husband and said, “Oh my god I can’t believe this. Are you sure you guys were only upstairs for a couple of hours? Look at him! He’s just standing there. Pete, are you in there? Do you like looking like this? Are you a faggot or something?”

Pete looked to Bill for permission to speak and the black man nodded once. Pete said, “Yes Ma’am I enjoy looking like this for my daddies. They taught me to accept my true calling as a white boy, sissy slut for big black cock.” Tears filled Pete’s eyes and Kay knew in an instant that he was only saying these things to avoid some kind of punishment. She knew her husband too well but was actually seeing him for the first time.

Sam said, “You see Kay darling? This is what I’ve been telling you about white boys. They all feel this way but it takes a gentle push sometimes to get them to admit it. Petey here is simply fulfilling his destiny.”

Kay said, “I still can’t believe it, I mean is it just the desire to play dress up? Or is he really a fag for black dick? This just amazes me to no end. I can’t believe this is my tough guy husband dressed like a whore and talking about black cock. Has he done anything physical with you guys?”

Bill laughed and said, “Well we did teach the sissy a new trick we like to call ‘Hide The Sausage’, maybe you’d like to see it for yourself?”

Kay leaned in and looked closely at Pete’s face searching for any sign of rebellion in his eyes but seeing nothing but shame moved close to Sam and snuggled against his chest putting her arms around the strong black man. Sam smiled and hugged kay

close as he stared directly into Pete’s eyes waiting for the white husband to challenge him in any way.

Pete was beaten down by all the humiliation, shame, and pain he’d endured with the three black thugs and could see the obvious signs of his wife having fucked Sam several times so the white boy resigned himself to his fate and simply wept quietly.

Bill said, “Why don’t you two have a seat and we’ll show you our pet sissy’s new tricks.”

Sam took Kay’s hand and led her back to the couch where they sat side by side with their arms around each other. Sam, being the gentleman he was, grabbed a blanket from the back of the couch and draped it around kay’s shoulders to keep her warm and to hide her nudity.

“Can’t have the sissy getting confused,” he said, “Sissies don’t like looking at naked women so we’ll have to have a new rule around here that Petey can’t see his wife’s tits, pussy, or ass unless he gets permission from me. After all, sissies love looking at cock so we’ll make sure this white bitch gets plenty of that.”

Kay giggled nervously at the joke and was amazed when Pete didn’t argue or fight the statement in any way. She visibly relaxed into Sam, happy in the knowledge that her husband was no threat to her new found happiness.

Bill stepped forward and said, “Sam I’m sure you won’t mind if the sissy practices its new skills on you right? I mean we’re all kind of worn out at the moment from this hungry bitch gobbling our cocks.”

Kay’s eyes opened wide and she stared at her husband with an amused smile on her face loving the blush on his cheeks and the pitiful look of shame in his eyes.

Bill held a small bottle under Pete’s nose and the white boy inhaled deeply before dropping to his knees. It was then that Kay noticed the earbuds in Pete’s ears as she saw Bill start a file on his phone.

Pete’s eyes glazed over and he crawled between Sam’s legs as if in a trance. Kay giggled fiercely when her husband reached up and gently lifted Sam’s cock to his lips before planting a gentle and loving kiss on the cock head. She watched in awe as Pete ran through the lessons he’d learned upstairs while listening to the soft voice in his ears. He repeated every action from kissing the superior man’s balls to licking his asshole and finally sucking his cock.

When Sam’s cock was fully hard Pete showed off his skills in deepthroating much to the amazement of Sam and Kay. The white wife knew from experience how difficult it was to suck that

monstrous cock as she’d failed repeatedly to deepthroat the whole thing. She was impressed with her sissy hubby’s skills.

Sam lifted the sissy’s head by grabbing its hair and pulling the white boy off his cock. He said, “Time for this bitch to learn a new trick. Climb on up here baby and let’s show hubby how you’ve made him a sissy cuckold.”

Kay wasted no time in straddling her lover with her husband’s face just inches from her naked ass. She lowered herself down on Sam’s cock and moaned in pleasure as she seated herself on his lap.

Sam ordered, “Sissy! You lick my woman’s asshole while she rides my cock. Keep your tongue in there good and deep like a good faggot and maybe I’ll let you suck my cum from her pussy.”

Pete was humiliated beyond words but he obeyed the black man as if it were second nature to do so. He did something he’d never done in all these years of marriage and began licking his wife’s back door with unbridled enthusiasm. Kay was surprisingly pleased with the sensation and rode Sam’s cock for all she was worth, enjoying every second of her husband’s humiliation.

The other three men sat down to watch the show but after a few minutes Bill got bored and pulled the automan over behind Pete so he could sit right at the white boy’s plump ass.

Pete jumped when he felt his skirt being pulled up and almost moved away from Kay’s asshole when his panties were pulled down. The white boy tried squirming away as Bill began playing with his asshole by inserting the tip of his middle finger and wiggling it around.

“This is some prime virgin territory back here Sam. Mind if I take it for a spin?”

Sam was panting with the exertion of being ridden hard by the sissy’s wife but responded with, “It’s fine by me bro, but this sissy ain’t mine alone. I own half and Kay here owns half. What do you say sweetheart, can Bill have a go at your sissy husband’s boipussy?”

Kay was panting hard and bouncing on the massive cock but she slowed down enough to say, “Do whatever you want with the sissy bitch just make sure he keeps his tongue up my shitter while you do it! This feels fantastic! I want this every night!”

The black men all laughed at the cruel wife while Bill took a moment to hawk up a mouthful of phlegm to spit into his hand. He used it to lubricate his cock before spitting directly onto Pete’s asshole.

The black man pressed his cock head into the tight, winking, brown eye before him and Pete moaned in pain as he felt the giant head stretching his virgin hole.

The white boy tried to raise his head in protest but Bill pushed his face back into Kay’s ass before lunging forward and burying an inch of hard, thick cock up the sissy’s ass.

Pete screamed into Kay’s asshole making his wife cum hard on the cock she rode so diligently. She screamed out, “Yes! Oh fuck yes! Make him scream some more god damn it!”

Bill obliged with a smile and pushed another inch of cock up the poor sissy’s rectum. Pete screamed the entire time Bill fucked him and it lasted for nearly an hour. Sam came in Kay’s pussy and she moved between Devon and Henry to be spit roasted by the two black men at Sam’s suggestion. Sam shoved his dirty, slime covered cock into Pete’s mouth to have it cleaned while the sissy was fucked hard from behind. He had to agree the screaming was a nice touch as it added extra vibrations.

After a while Bill finally shot an impressive load up the sissy’s ass filling the boy’s bowels with hot, thick, cum and making him feel bloated from the pressure.

When Bill pulled out he stepped back to admire the gape he’d put in the sissy’s ass and commented on how he looked like a well used whore now.

As Kay was fucked by Devon and Henry, Sam and Bill took the time to update the sissy on his new life. Bill had Petey gently lick his huge cock clean from the assfucking he’d given the sissy saying, “You got my dick dirty so you clean it up wimp.”

Sam told the sissy he’d be moving into the house and sharing Kay’s bed. The spare room would be made up to be a cute little sissy’s room all in pink. The sissy would now serve as a maid to Kay and her lover or all the video they’d shot upstairs would be uploaded to the internet and sent out in emails to Pete’s entire contact list. Sam told Pete that Kay was now in charge of the house equally with him and any other black men to come through the door. He said there was quite a market for black men to fuck sissy white boys like him as a way of getting reparations for past insults to the noble black race.

Any time Pete looked like he might balk at the new order he was made to sniff from the popper bottle and everything was right with the world. That night was Pete’s first night as a sissy slut and he was put to bed with a plug in his ass to help Bill’s cum marinate his insides. He was made to sleep in his soiled panties and an old nightie of Kay’s. The audio file was set to repeat and played in Petey’s ears all night long on a loop and he was told to suck his thumb all night or he’d be whipped for sure. The terrified sissy didn’t sleep at all, instead he stayed awake listening to his wife being fucked by Sam. During the night he was visited by each of the other black men for blowjobs and in between he made sure his

thumb never left his mouth. He was in training you see. A good sissy obeys his daddies when it comes to his training.

As he listened to his wife cum again on Sam’s huge cock the sissy sniffed from his special bottle and waited to see what fun the morning would bring.

THE END?