5-WAY DOMINATION FOR A CUCKOLD by Throne PART ONE (Patreon)

5-WAY DOMINATION FOR A CUCKOLD

by Throne

PART ONE

"Hey, Cammie, get your sissy ass in here," Tess called out to her husband.

Cameron was at the kitchen sink, finishing up a batch of dishes.  All he had on was a small apron, that reached from his waist to just below his genitals.  It had ruffles around the edge and wide ties that formed a big bow in back.  On the front it said, HAPPY HOUSEWIFE.  He hated having to wear that.  Not only was it overly feminine, but it showed off the fact that his body hair had all been removed.  He was short, and soft in the middle.  His pale blond hair fell over his forehead and ears.  He stripped off his yellow rubber gloves and set them neatly aside.  Scurrying to the living room, he found his wife in an oversized pair of man’s pajamas, lounging on the sofa.

She told him, "Company's coming.  I hope you got the beer and snacks on your way home from work."

"Yes, dear," he told her, using the wispy voice she required him to employ.

"Lucky for you," the tall woman said.  "Otherwise, I might have to smack your buns."

He shuddered.  "I understand.  Is there anything you'd like me to do before your guests arrive?"

"It might be nice if you did a decent job of cleaning the bathroom, for a change."

Of course, he was always very proficient when he cleaned the sink and toilet, and everything around them.  But it was never good enough for Tess.  She held him to a high standard, even while she lazed around, her full figure shown off by tight clothes.  His wife took a drink from her can of soda and then tossed him the empty.  Cameron grabbed for it, fumbled, and managed to get both hands on it.  He stood there, looking ridiculous, his lips quivering.

Tess rolled her eyes.  "Get out of my sight.  And do more than your usual slapdash job of cleaning the crapper."

"Yes, darling.  Of course."

She hadn't told him who was coming, but he had a good idea.  It was most likely her similarly zaftig sister, Lina.  If his luck was running particularly bad, their mother Margaret might show up.  His only consolation was that his wife's boyfriend, Frank, was out of town.  He hurried to the bathroom.  His cleaning items were under the sink.  He had a small plastic bucket, a tiny scrub brush, and a half-size sponge.  Tess liked to make this job as difficult and time-consuming as she could.  He put hot water and some liquid cleaner into the bucket.  There was another pair of rubber gloves, but this one was pink and too small.  He forced his hands into them and got his fingers all the way inside the narrow spaces provided for them.  For the next hour, he labored to get everything done perfectly.  His sister-in-law and mother-in-law delighted in finding fault with his cleaning.  By the end his knees were sore and he was feeling sorry for himself.  After he put everything away, he went looking for his wife, to report to her.  She was no longer in the living room, but had left behind her usual mess.  He gathered up the soda cans and snack food packaging, as well as plucking bits of cheese curls off the sofa and rug.  Getting rid of all that, he heard her in the bedroom.

When he got there, Tess was naked except for thigh-high, ribbed socks.  That brought Cameron to a standstill.  All he could do was stare.  Her heavy but shapely breasts, relatively narrow waist, flaring hips, heavy thighs, and sturdy calves, combined to leave him speechless.  He was addicted to her voluptuous body.  She was holding her phone alongside her round face, under her long auburn hair.

"Yeah," she said.  "He's being his usual useless self.  Make sure you check the bathroom when you get here, sis.  Right.  Heh."

Tess turned and bent forward, to get a hairbrush off her nightstand.  Cameron got an eyeful of the hemispheres of her double-wide bottom.  The sight made his dick twitch.  That sensation reminded him of how underendowed he was in the male-equipment department.  With his pubic hair gone, his three-piece set appeared so immature.  Still holding the phone, she brushed her naturally wavy hair.  Her full lips puckered up as she listened to something her sister was saying.  Then she laughed.

"Sounds good," Tess concluded.  "I'll see you when you get here, babe."

She set aside the phone and gave Cameron an accusing look.  "What?  Are you getting all excited under your apron, Cammie?"

"I'm trying not to."

Setting the brush on her nightstand, she put her hands under those sizable chest-melons and jogged them up and down on her palms.  "Were you ogling my tits?"

"I mean...  You know...  It's not easy when..."

Tess gave him a malicious grin.  Imitating his faint way of speaking, she said, "It's not easy when I have such a sexy wife and she doesn't let me screw her.  My itty-bitty balls get so sore."  The voluptuous woman shook her head.  "Is that about it?"

"Well..."  He sniffled.  "Yes."

"Too freaking bad.  Maybe if you had something bigger than a Chinese take-out spring roll and two olives between your legs, I'd let you visit my pussy once in a while.  You should be glad I at least let you eat my snatch."

He got a concerned expression on his bland face.  "Yes, my love."

"Now what?  You sound unhappy about that, too."

"It's just..."  He made a small throat-clearing sound.  "I'm kind of -- this is embarrassing to admit -- getting hooked on that."

"Oh, yeah?  Tell me more.  I thought you hated having your face down there."

"I do.  It's so... unpleasant.  But because it's the only sex I get... and you flaunt yourself at me... I'm kind of becoming addicted to it.  When I see you like you are now, or wearing something that hugs your curves, I no longer think about intercourse.  Instead, I imagine myself with my head between your thighs and... um... my mouth on your... pussy."

She laughed out loud.  "That's too funny.  I knew that cutting you off from sex made you a better licker.  But I didn't figure it would make you hungry for my twat.  So you want it but you still hate doing that.  Haw!  I can't wait to tell Lina."

"Oh, please don't.  She already taunts me so much."

"And I love hearing her do it.  So shut your dumb mouth, at least until the next time I need it where it belongs."

"Okay, Tess.  I'm sorry for... whatever I said that was wrong."

She had gotten him to the point where he apologized a lot, because she had so undermined his confidence that he frequently thought he was in the wrong, even if he wasn't.  Tess drilled him with her eyes, as if she was about to make some specific charge.  He cringed under her gaze.  But she didn't have time to administer a spanking or do anything else nasty.  Maybe there would be an opportunity later.  It was more fun, anyway, with someone else watching.

His wife told him, "Let's get you prettied up.  Right?"

"Yes," he agreed, even though he hated that part.  And then, for insurance, he added, "Thank you, sweetheart."

Tess got up and pulled on a pair of skintight slacks, and then a snug, sleeveless top with no bra under it.  She stretched languorously, showing off her extreme contours.  Her husband whimpered with need.  It was a sound she relished.  She pulled the chair out from under her vanity table, turned it sideways, and sat her broad bottom on it.  Cameron obediently put himself in front of her.  She took foundation, rouge, mascara, eye shadow, and lipstick, one after the other, to remake his face.  He breathed in the distinctive scents of the cosmetics as she worked.  When Tess was satisfied with the results, she spritzed him with a flowery perfume, one that was too cheap to use on herself, and decided his hair needed fixing, too.  That only took a few minutes with the brush and some volumizing product.  The result was that his hair became fuller and, because she gave it a center part, more feminine.

"All right, Cammie," she said.  "Go see your sweet self in the mirror."

He went to the closet and opened it.  As the door swung around, he saw himself reflected in the full-length mirror.  It was disturbing, how feminine he looked.  His hairless body, the apron, and that made-up face, topped with the girly hairstyle, all combined to deny his true gender.  Having his male parts covered by the apron didn't help.  His wife got behind him and untied the bow.  When she whisked away his only covering, the image he saw was even worse.  Now he resembled some weird androgyne with immature male genitals.  His lower lips pushed out in a pout and he blinked back incipient tears.

"Not bad," Tess declared.  "Remember your body language and everything else.  I want to see maximum simpering.  Otherwise, I'll let Lina decide on an appropriate punishment."  She paused for effect before offering, "Or maybe my mother."

"Oh no."  There was distress written all over his features.  "Not Mother Margaret."

"Hey.  Don't sound like that about your loving mother-in-law.  Isn't she the one who got you those sweet baby-doll nighties?"

"She picked them out, but I paid for them."

"Technically, you did.  But because I had to take control of your money, the point is kind of moot.  Isn't it?"

She definitely held the purse strings.  Tess had even cut off his lunch money, so that he had to take brown bags to work.  She dictated what he put into them, and made sure it was always something unappetizing.

He answered her belatedly, "You're right, Tess.  I'm sorry."

"You should be.  Now, shall I have you answer the door like that, or cover up your laughable little dick?"

Cameron wanted his nakedness at least partly concealed, but all he said was, "Whatever you prefer, honey."

"I think something simple will do the trick."

She went to his dresser.  There were no longer any male clothes in it.  What few she still allowed him to own, were in the guest room.  Tess selected a few items and tossed them to him.  He was barely able to catch them.  There were a pair of satiny, pink panties, which he stepped into and worked up his smooth legs.  Cameron tucked his small attributes down and back, so it appeared almost as if he possessed a female mound.  Then he got the top she picked over his head and shimmied it down.  It was palest-red, with spaghetti straps, and clung to his unmuscular torso and belly.  The upper garment ended several inches above the lower, allowing his navel to peek out.

"What do you say, Cammie?"

"Thank you, love," he whispered, trying to sound less unhappy than he felt.

Tess wrapped her arms around him and rested her chin on top of his head.  Those massive bare breasts pressed against his shoulders in front.  She ground herself against him.  Cameron's sexual temperature skyrocketed.  His miniature penis throbbed.  They both knew that his libido would remain elevated for hours to come.    He pressed his thighs together to keep his erection from popping free.  She stepped back, saw what he was doing, and snickered.  Tess stroked his nipples through the thin top.  He moaned and his penis was suddenly pushing out against the front of his panties.

"Somebody's clitoris is stiff," his wife pointed out.

"I didn't mean for that to happen.  I tried to keep it between my legs but..."

She turned away, as if nothing he said could help.  Tess sat on the edge of the bed.  She told him, "Go to the kitchen and make sure everything is ready.  I'll be out in a few minutes.  Try not to screw anything up while I'm not there to keep an eye on you."

He sobbed.  "I will, Tess."  She made him feel like such a failure, not only as a man, but in so many other ways.

When his wife reappeared, she had completed her outfit with the addition of a pair of knee boots, ones he had never seen before.  They were shiny and red, with pointed toes and three-inch, boxy heels that made her that much taller than him.  He gawked at her, as if a goddess had just entered the room.  His knees went weak.

"You like my new boots, Cammie?"

"Y... yes."

"I've noticed how you like my other half dozen pairs.  It's almost like you're developing a fetish for them.  Why don't you get down there and feel the quality of the leather?  Breath in the scent.  Get to know them."

Powerless to disobey, he sank down and shuffled forward on his knees.  Cameron's unsteady hands went to the fine leather.  It felt so good.  The aroma filled his nostrils.  He shivered and stared at her footwear.  His hands ran up and down her sturdy calves.  He felt a row of metal studs running down the back of each boot.  Cameron couldn't prevent himself from murmuring wordlessly in compulsive appreciation.  His pecker got stiffer than before.  When she snapped at him to stand, there was no way he could hide his reaction.

"Look at that," she said with disgust.  "You made a wet spot on the front of your pretty pink panties.  Ugh.  But it's too late to change now.  Everybody is going to know what a pervert you are, especially after I tell them what made your pathetic prick leak."

"Please don't," he begged, sinking to an even lower level of vulnerability.

"Do you expect me to lie for you?"

"No.  I was wrong.  I'm an idiot."

"Well, I didn't want to be the one to say it."  She smoothed her top over her heavy, unrestrained boobs.  "Company will be here any minute.  Go and wait inside the front door."

"Do I have to?"

"Yes, unless you'd rather be on the front porch to greet them."

"Oh, no," he squeaked.

"Then take your position and stop yammering."

"Yes, Ma'am."

That was good.  He was downshifting to an even more formal and less personal type of address.  Tess was always pleased to note small shifts in attitude like that.  He put himself by the door, with a hand on the knob, dreading the arrival of her family members.  All too soon, there was a firm knock.  As Cameron opened the door, he tried to keep himself hidden from anyone on the street or in the neighboring homes.

After he carefully closed the door behind the new arrivals, he said, "Good afternoon, Mother Margaret.  Good afternoon, Lina."

The women sneered at him.  He was mortified.  Simultaneously, he was aroused by their generous curves.  His mother-in-law had on a smart jacket-and-skirt combination, over a cream-colored blouse with ruffles down the front.  Her legs were in pewter stockings and her feet sported sensible shoes with square toes and thick heels.  The sister-in-law wore an electric-blue mini-dress of some glossy material, a wide belt, and dark-green thigh boots.  An expanse of pink flesh was revealed between her high hem and the tops of the boots.  Cameron, overcome by the display of confident, curvaceous femininity, swallowed with difficulty.

His words were strained as he said, "Welcome to our home."

Ignoring him, Margaret said to her elder daughter, "I thought you had the house put in your name, Tess."

"I did, Mom.  But birdbrain there keeps forgetting information like that."

The two women carried large shoulder bags, with heavy ornamental buckles and decorative straps.  The zipper on Lina's had a leather pull attached, with a large metal button on it.   They shoved their bags against Cameron's narrow chest.  He got his slender arms around them.  The smell of leather made him giddy.  He followed the trio into the living room, unable to take his eyes off their broad, rolling sitters.  The sisters sat at each end of the sofa.  The mother took the armchair.

Margaret pointed to a spot by her feet and said, "Bag."

He deposited it where she indicated, then took Lina's to her, to gently deposit it by one booted foot.  Unconsciously, he licked his lips.

Lina didn't miss that.  She said, "My sister tells me you're developing a kink for boots.  Go on and check out mine, up close and personal.  Now."  He dropped to his knees, drawn to the objects of his desire, but at the same time wanting to hide his growing attraction to them.  She went on, "You look like you want to frigging date them.  Go on.  Give them some kisses."

It was so shameful, but he got down lower and pressed his lips to the pebbled leather.  The sensation of it, against his mouth, made him tremble.  Without being told to, he licked them up and down, ending with his pucker against the toe of one.

Tess sighed.  "He's such a sicko.  Push him back with your foot, sis.  Then get your leg between his thighs."  To her husband she said, "Go on, Cammie.  Hump her leg like a dog.  You know you want to."

He hadn't thought of that, but as soon as she put the idea into his receptive mind, he was overwhelmed by the need to try it.  Cameron got his panty-clad crotch against her shin and jerked his hips spasmodically.  It felt so good, but humiliated him so deeply.  He couldn't stop himself.  It was like he was being pulled in two directions at once.  At last, his wife snapped at him to back off.  Chastened, he retreated.  His head hung down in disgrace.

The women chatted about shopping, reality TV, and favorite dining spots.  It was as if Cameron had vanished and they'd forgotten he was ever there.  He stayed on his knees, his stiff member gradually softening.  He repeatedly stole glances at Lina and Tess's boots.  He was too beaten down to elevate his eyes any higher.  They made him feel so unworthy.

Then his mother-in-law said, "Get over here, Cammie.  Don't bother standing up."

He crawled across the room.  "Yes, Mother Margaret?"  He hated having to call her that.

"Get up close to my chair and face the hallway."  She lifted her legs as he got into position, and rested her feet on his back.  "There we go.  I knew you had to be good for something.  You make a fairly worthwhile ottoman."

The women went back to gabbing.  Tess headed to the kitchen and brought back a glass of wine for each of them.  They toasted the relationship Tess had with her lover Frank.

Cameron's wife said, "That man is incredible in bed, especially when I compare him with what it was like when I was still letting Cammie put it in me."

"Especially with the size difference," Lina seconded.

"Yes," agreed Margaret.  "It makes sense to keep Cammie in panties.  That's where such a small wiener belongs."  The women all laughed.  Margaret raised one foot and brought her heel down hard on Cameron's back.   She asked him, "Isn't that right, puppy-pecker?"

Still in that human-footrest role, he answered, "Yes, Ma'am.  But size isn't everything."  He had said what he shouldn’t have.

The women roared with laughter.

Lina said, "Are you kidding?  Your puny piece couldn't satisfy any woman."

"I can attest to that," Tess seconded.  "It was always hard to tell if he was even inside me."

Margaret agreed, "I've had plenty of cocks over the years, but never anything that miniscule.  It's just a mini-meat-stick."  She assumed a high squeaky voice.  "Please be nice to me.  I can't help it if I'm so small.  I'm just a bite-size dick."

"Too small to deepthroat," Lina suggested.  "Or even to deep-stroke.  It would get lost in my hand."

"If I let him jerk off," Tess said, "he'd have to do it with just his thumb and one finger.  He'd be a penis pincher."

"A pickle puller."

"The gherkin jerker."

Cameron was devastated.  Between the feminization, titillation, boot worship, and small penis humiliation, his nerves were frayed.

"He just spoke as if he was a member of our conversation.  What he needs, to help him remember his place, is some special treatment," Margaret decided.  "For starters, let's make him look really pretty."

They hustled him into the kitchen and sat him at the table.  Tess removed his top.  Lina rushed off and returned with a dozen cosmetics items, some hair products, and a brush.  The two younger women went to work, with the older one offering suggestions.  Over his recently applied make-up, they added heavy foundation before getting busy with eyebrow pencil, eyeliner, mascara, shadow, lipliner and lipstick.  Everything his wife had done was exaggerated.  Then came his hair, which they back brushed, styled, and sprayed to keep it in place.  Finally, they screwed heavy earrings onto his earlobes, making them tighter than they needed to me.  In the past, he had only had limited make-up on his face.  This was a dramatic change.  Before he had simply looked feminine.  Now it was closer to drag queen level.

His wife left and returned carrying a vest he had never seen before.  It had wide, horizontal stripes in bright candy colors down the front, with oversized yellow buttons.  They put it on him but didn't close it, leaving his hairless chest exposed.  They took him to the bedroom, so he could see the results of their efforts, again using the full-length mirror that was mounted on the inside of the closet door.  When they revealed his reflection, Cameron's eyes went wide and his mouth dropped open.  He stood there, pop-eyed and slack-jawed.  Staring back at him was a whorish image, so overstated from the neck up, with the garish vest and pink panties adding to the effect, while the soft yet flat chest made it plain that he was a man.   His expression changed from stunned disbelief to embarrassment.  They had made his lips appear fuller, so that when he frowned, it created an exaggerated look.

From behind, Lina reached around and through the large armholes of the vest.  Her questing fingers found his receptive nipples and teased them.  Once again, his below-average penis swelled, if only to its limited maximum.  Tess reached into the front of his panties and rearranged it, so that it tented the front of his lingerie, making it even clearer that he was a male.

"This is priceless," Margaret said with a devilish grin.  "You made my idiot son-in-law look even more like what he truly is, a total sissy with a baby dick."  She put one finger under his chin and made him hold his head up.  "Don't droop, Cammie.  Show the world that you're proud to be in touch with your pansy side."

"B... but I'm not that way," he insisted without conviction.  "I'm straight."

"Are you certain?" Margaret wanted to know.  "You couldn't keep possession of your super-hot wife.  She had to go to Frank for what she needs in bed.  And when she put you into panties, you certainly didn't fight back.  Plus, as she made you change the way you talk and move and sit, you took to it like a duck to water."

"Or like a fag to cocks," Lina contributed.

Tess observed, "I've seen you make girly moves that nobody told you to.  How do you explain that?"

"It doesn't mean anything,” he insisted weakly.  “At least, I don't think it does."

"Sure.  And didn't you confess that you peeked at other guys equipment in the locker room, back in school?"

"That was only to compare them with... with... what I have."

"Because you couldn't believe how much excitingly bigger they were," Margaret suggested.

"Come on, Cammie-girl," Lina urged.  "Be honest with yourself for a change.  Admit that you've always suspected you might be tempted to cross over to the pink side of the street."

"I don't know.  They way you're putting it..."

"There, there," Tess soothed.  "I have Frank now, to take care of me sexually.  So, it's okay if you can't stop thinking about cock-sucking."

"Cock... sucking," he repeated slowly, as if she had spoken in a foreign language.  "I only have that on my mind because you keep mentioning it."

"I'm just trying to help you get in touch with yourself," his wife pointed out.  "I even got one of those fake schlongs at a sex store.  You should have seen the way the clerk looked at me, when I gave it a few strokes.  It even has a harness I can attach it to, if you want me to stick it in you.  You know, with me wearing it and pretending to be your boyfriend.  Or maybe a big rough dude you picked up on the street."

Cameron self-consciously pulled the halves of the vest together, but it was designed not to close.  He bit his bright-red lips.  "You're getting me so confused," he confessed in his most girly voice.  "Please stop."

"You know," Margaret went on, as if she hadn't heard him, "you should go get that rubber ding-dong, Lina.  Put it on, so Cammie can polish her sucking skills."

"While she polishes my knob," Lina agreed, flashing an impish smile.

"It's in the top right drawer of my dresser," Tess informed her.  "I've been saving it for the right moment, and this is it."

"Give me a minute to go strap it on," her sister said.  She told Cameron, "Try not to drool while you're waiting, Sister Suck-it."

"But I'm..."  He blinked rapidly.  "I've never..."

While Lina was gone, the other females kept up their barrage of comments, calculated to undermine his belief in his hetero status.  He heard the term 'homo' more than once.  When his wife's sibling reappeared, she was naked except for the belted-on sex toy and her boots.  Her fabulous curves were fully revealed.  Cameron's dick twitched.  It grew halfway hard.  A new wet spot appeared on his panties.

Margaret noted, "Somebody is obviously interested in what they're seeing."

As Lina approached, the pink length bobbed obscenely.  She stopped, two feet away from him, put her hands on her swelling hips, and said, "Like what you're gawking at?"

"I... no..."  He tried to deny what she as suggesting.  "I was only looking at..."  He didn't want to admit he'd been lusting over her figure, and possibly earn punishment for that.  "I was just..."

"Sure, Miss Pokey-Panties."  She nodded toward his unmistakable erection, now fully engorged.  "Lie to yourself all you want.  But you're the only one in this room who hasn't figured out the truth."

"I'm not..." he said and sobbed.  Then he ran out of words.

Lina gripped the root of her artificial prick.  She jiggled it up and down in invitation.  "Hey, fruit.  Feeling hungry all of a sudden?"  Her tone went from playful to demanding, as she told him, "Get down on your knees, faggot."

His legs buckled.  As he reached the floor, Cameron leaned forward, off balance.  His lower face bumped the outthrust organ.

"Whoa," Lina said.  "Little Queenie can't stay away from it.  Get your tongue out, princess.  Give me a few licks."

Totally intimidated, he gingerly put his fingertips on the imposing shaft, behind the bulging knob, and extended his tongue.  It was an unreal moment as he licked the rounded end.  Tess told him to swirl his tongue around the wide rim that gave the head its helmet shape.  Margaret made him engulf the thick penetration-portion and suck hard on it.  Lina pretended that she could feel it and let her head fall back, as she moaned in feigned ecstasy.  Cameron was utterly mortified.  Worse, his unwanted stiffness didn't go away.  They could see it pushing out against his panties.  He kept telling himself there was some other explanation for it, that he wasn't actually attracted to penises, artificial or otherwise, but he could no longer convince himself it was true.  His belief in his own straightness was fragile at that point, needing one powerful shock to shatter it.

The women smirked at each other, in congratulations for how far they had pushed him.  He had to take in several inches of the rubber rod, until it triggered his gag reflex.  Margaret assured him that he could train himself to overcome that.  He even had to lap the realistic balls that grew from the base of the dildo, which touched Lina's crotch.  He breathed in her musky scent and tried to tell himself that doing it made him somehow more manly, though the argument was a tenuous one.  What else could go wrong, he asked himself.

As if to answer his unvoiced question, there was a firm knock on the front door.

PART TWO

"Oh my," Lina said, obviously faking surprise.  "Who could that be at your door, Tess?"  She began unbuckling the strap-on harness.

"I don't know," Tess said with equally poor acting.  "Someone should go and answer it."

Margaret noted, "We wouldn't want to be rude to whoever it is."

Lina finished undoing the harness.  She put one hand on the back of Cameron's head and used the other to plant the cock in his mouth, to his limit of acceptance.

"Grab hold of that with your lips, Cammie," she commanded.  "Use your teeth, if you have to.  Make sure to keep it where it is."

"Or else," Tess backed her up.  "Then go and answer the door, husband dearest."

He was in a dither of distress.  Cameron was horrified because someone else was going to see him.  What if it was a uniformed delivery man, in brown or blue?  Or a female carrier?  What would such a person think when they saw the door opened by a guy with fluffed-up hair, full and overdone cosmetics, that gay vest, no body hair, and the pinkest of pink panties, with an uncontrolled hard-on?  How would that hypothetical man or woman respond to the sight of a feminized poof holding an impressively long, faux fornication-facilitator, with the business end between his wide-stretched, crimson lips?  One might well ask.

A delivery person would have been bad.  What waited outside was worse.  It was Tess's lover, Frank, who was supposed to be out of town.  And who was that behind him?  Some other guy, equally tall and fit and macho, was there, eating up Cameron with his eyes.  Trying to speak around the fat dildo, the sissy said something that might have been 'come in', or maybe 'can't win'.  On numb legs, he stepped aside.  Frank went past him.  The other guy pushed shut the door and stopped, close enough for Cameron to smell the faint tang of perspiration on him.

"Hey, babe," Frank said, going straight to Tess.

They embraced and shared a long kiss.  Cameron watched from the side of his eyes, crushed to see his wife getting naughty with her bedmate of choice.

Frank pointed to his friend and said, "That's Dan.  He was in the pen for a while and got a taste for easy meat like Cammie, so I thought they should get to know each other."

Sure enough, though Dan checked the nude Lina with open interest, his attention went right back to the panty-wearer.  He put one large hand on Cameron's bare shoulder and squeezed with pressure that was between friendly and aggressive.  Cameron pressed his thighs together and moaned behind his gag.

"So," Margaret said, "let's all get comfortable, and Cammie can bring you men whatever you want to drink."

"Beer'll be fine," Frank said.

"Same here," Dan echoed.  As Cameron turned to go to the kitchen, the newcomer ogled his ass.

Tess told her husband, "You can leave that rubber cock in the sink, if you're done slobbering all over it."

He left quickly, eager to hide himself, if only for a few minutes.  Going to the fridge, he got two bottles of beer, the cheap stuff that Frank preferred.  To buy himself a few added seconds, he found a serving tray and put the bottles on it.  When he got back to the living room, everyone was seated.  Lina had put on a short robe that left her shapely thighs bare.  Below that were the eye-catching boots.  Dan was sitting on a wooden chair with a tall ladder-back.  Cameron went to Frank first.  He was next to Tess, on the sofa, and had an arm around her shoulders.  He accepted the bottle and gave Cameron a broad wink.  There was no way to delay serving Dan.  Cameron crossed the room, shamefully aware of the sight he made.  Dan leered at him with lascivious interest.  He didn't take his drink, instead leaving Cameron standing there, in easy reach.  Dan stretched out one long arm and got his hand between the server's legs, high up.  He tickled Cameron's balls through the thin undergarment.  The sissy husband squeaked and everyone laughed.  After that, Dan took his beer and Cameron swished off, walking the way he was required to, so he could return the tray.  He stood in the kitchen, shivering, desperate to avoid being around the newcomer, but seeing no way to do it.

He went back to the living room with his hands demurely over his crotch.  Dan licked his lips.  He patted his upper legs and cocked his head, signaling Cameron to come and sit on his lap.  The helpless object of his attention whimpered, as he put himself there.  Dan got an arm possessively around his waist, and took a swig of beer.   He set aside the bottle, then surprised Cameron by poking a finger between the sissy’s lips.  After the recent session with the strap-on, and not thinking what he was doing, Cameron automatically began to suck.

Dan grinned.  "This one is all primed up, and ready to go.  But I don't want to be a rude guest.  So, I'll wait a while before I make a move."  He tightened his arm around Cameron's middle.  "I'm sure the dick-licker will enjoy thinking about what's to come."  He extracted his wet finger and rubbed it across Cameron's lips.  "Isn't that right, you hungry cock-gobbler?"

"Yes.  I mean, no.  I'm not sure."

"Wait until you get your first taste of the real thing.  Then you'll turn into a fulltime blowjob-bitch.  Try not to keep thinking about what it's going to be like.  I dare you."

Cameron attempted to shift his thoughts elsewhere.  He strained to banish images of what Dan's meat might look like.  Already, it was getting hard under Cameron's bottom, which told him it was at least as sizable as Frank's, if not bigger.  Instead of smelling and tasting like rubber, it would have the scent and flavor of a flesh-and-blood man.  It would be warm, as it pressed down on his tongue and touched the back of his throat, while he paid special attention to it with his entire mouth.  It would... he would...  No, no, no.  Why couldn't he refocus on something else?  Dan plunged a hand into the juncture of Cameron's legs and lightly pinched his rigid, yearning penis.

Dan announced, "This sissy is as hard as anything, and the dick don't lie, not even when it's the size of a pet mouse."

Tess's husband sniffled.  Was everything they'd been saying about his sexual orientation true?  He had to wonder about it, when he heard his sniffling turn into contented purring.  He sounded like a girl on her first heavy date, learning how good a man's attention could feel, if he took his time and had the necessary skills.  Dan qualified on both counts, he demonstrated as he got a hand under Cameron's vest and toyed with his nipples, his blunt fingertips showing surprising gentleness.  Cameron squirmed on his lap, which might easily be mistaken for an effort to raise Dan's arousal further.  The big man slowed down what he was doing, but didn't stop.  He kept his prey simmering, without bringing him to a full boil.  Cameron's eyelids fluttered.  He breathed through pursed lips.  Dan controlled him effortlessly.

Everyone talked about trivia.  Frank mentioned that the job his construction company was doing was ahead of schedule, which was why he had been able to leave before anticipated.  He could even spare Dan from the site for the rest of the afternoon, before it shut down for the weekend.  Cameron realized that meant that the two of them would probably be here for several days.  Frank with Tess.  And Dan, unless some miracle intervened, with Cameron.

Dan nuzzled Cameron's neck.  "How you doing, sweet stuff?  Hmmm?  Tess's sister caught my eye when I came in the door, but the way you had that rubber cock in your mouth, and how stretched out those ruby red lips were, well, it put you ahead of her in the game.  Reminded me of my old cellmate."

Cameron panted, "Yes, but I'm not...  I don't want to...  I've never ever..."  But his words melted into murmurs of desire.  Why did Dan have to be so good at what he was doing to him?  Why had the man acquired a yen for slavish sissies in prison?

"Yeah, you are," Dan contradicted.  "And you do want to.  Maybe you never have yet, but you will, real soon.  Plus, I guarantee, you won't go back to thinking you're straight.  Like we said when I was on the inside, 'Once you taste spunk, you'll always be a punk'.  And you're sure dressed right for it.  I wish we could have had outfits like yours for our cellblock sisters to wear.  And the only make-up they had was colored markers and crap like that.  But you're the full package.  And soon you're going to be all about doing nice things for my package."

Against his will, as if it was someone else speaking, Cameron said, "Yes, Dan."

"That's what I want to hear, Cammie."  He wet one fingertip and used it artfully on each nipple, in turn.  He had a touch that could drive sissies wild.  Cameron wanted more, more, more.  The small, needy sounds he made said so.  "You'll get it soon," Dan promised in a gruff whisper, thick with passion.  "Very soon."

Before that, however, Frank decided it was time for himself and Tess to visit her bedroom.  Cameron's stomach clenched.  No matter how many times it happened, he was still impacted by his curvy wife's cheating, the fact that Frank outclassed him in so many ways, and the knowledge that he would never again enjoy what the other man was experiencing.  The two of them got up and made a show of kissing again, their busy hands all over each other.   As they left the room, Cameron tried to focus on his wife’s wide bottom, but Dan’s skillful fingers distracted him.

The eager lovers left the bedroom door open.  Everyone could hear it when Tess began to moan.  Her husband shuddered.  Dan wet his finger again, but this time poked it into Cameron’s ear, making him shiver all over.

“Soon,” Dan whispered.  “Just keep thinking about it.”

Then the ex-con talked with Margaret and Lina, as if they were old friends.  He recounted some of his prison exploits, emphasizing how much more considerate he had been to the helpless prisoners who were turned into sex slaves, than the other guys were.  It didn’t sound like he was being merciful, when he described letting them take their time to get him fully in the mood, rather than just raping their faces.  His idea of foreplay was to have them use their mouths on his ass.  And he proclaimed how caring he was about making sure their butts were properly lubricated before he violated them, with him using cold bacon fat that was smuggled out of the kitchen, and afterwards having them lick it off his cock.  If he was that cruel to them, what might he do to Cameron?  And why was the idea of being totally mastered somehow appealing to the already stimulated, chronically teased and denied, victim?

The sounds from the bedroom went on for nearly an hour, rising and falling.  It was obvious that Tess had several climaxes.  At the end, the bedmates cried out at the same time, enjoying simultaneous orgasms.  Cameron’s mind flip-flopped between the fact that he was being cuckolded again, and the new reality that he was going to be introduced to giving fellatio.  His head swam.

When the couple emerged from the bedroom, Tess had on a short, belted robe, and Frank was in just his boxer shorts.  Margaret complimented them on the good sex they had given each other.  Lina said she needed to call her boyfriend later, to make sure she got some of the same.

Then the bedroom was free.  Dan gave Cameron’s bare thigh a squeeze.  “Time to get your tonsils tickled,” the big man said.

The sissy put his hand on Dan’s firm bicep.  “You won’t do anything too mean to me, will you?” he asked timorously.

“Depends on what you consider ‘mean’, and if I see that you’re enjoying me acting nasty, and want more of the same.”  He playfully tweaked Cameron’s nipple.  The feminized man made a sound, but instead of a yelp of pain, it was a long groan of hunger.  “Like that,” Dan explained.  “Nobody can tell me that noise meant anything other than how you want more of what I just gave you.”

Cameron was too shamed to respond.  Dan eased him to his feet, stood, and draped a long arm possessively over his narrow shoulders.  The tall man started toward the recently vacated room, his prey going along obediently.

Lina called, “I’m a little jealous, Cammie.  Have fun on your first day at cocksucker school.”

In the bedroom, the smells of sex still hung in the air.  Dan didn’t bother to get Cameron out of his humiliating outfit.

Instead, he told him, “Get me undressed, Hot Lips.  And show some appreciation for the free lessons I’m about to give you.”

“Appreciation?” Cameron said in his wispiest voice.

“Yeah.  Like by kissing everything that you uncover.  I know a pansy like you gets off on hard bodies.  And man-sweat.  And especially a long thick cock… like mine.”

He gripped Cameron’s wrist and brought his hand down, so that the nervous husband got a feel of Dan’s cock, through his jeans.  It was above average, to say the least.  What he had felt against his bottom was even more impressive under his fingers.  Without being told to, he massaged it through the fabric.

“That’s the way,” Dan encouraged.  “You’re going to do a fine job.  I know a natural when I meet one.”

A natural?  As in, naturally inclined toward handing other guys’ junk?  And using your mouth on it?  Cameron tried to hold onto his wavering denial, but it was a losing battle.  It will happen just this once, he told himself.  I won’t enjoy it.  And definitely will never want to do it again.  Tess has to understand.  Turning me into a suck-off server is too much.  It’s wrong.  Even if my dick is still stiffer than it’s ever been.  Harder than it ever got when I was still allowed to have intercourse with my wife.  I’m not the way they keep saying I am.  I can’t be.  Or can I?

Cameron unbuttoned Dan’s shirt, exposing his broad muscular chest, and a patch of hair in the middle of it.  As if hearing the controlling man’s order replayed in his mind, he leaned in to kiss that hirsute area.  Then, without being told to, he pulled aside the halves of the shirtfront, and licked each nipple in turn, his lips creating a seal around them and his tongue working busily.  Dan growled his acceptance of the gesture, so Cameron did it more.  He got a finger and thumb on one erect nipple, while mouthing the other.  After a short while, he reversed those positions.  While still sucking on one nip, he reached down and undid Dan’s belt, strictly by touch, then opened his pants and lowered his fly the same way.  Stopping his mouth-work and taking a breath, Cameron got Dan out of his shirt.  He kissed his impressive arms, from shoulders to wrists, and finished by suggestively licking the palm of each hand.  He even briefly took one middle finger between his lips, to fellate it, like he had done before.  What was he doing?  Why was he improvising?  And how come he was so good at it?

Dan sat on the edge of the bed.  Cameron knelt submissively before him, to remove his shoes and socks.  The way he had been conditioned to like boots translated to the man’s heavy work shoes.  The mingled odors of leather and sweat rose from them.  It was the same with the socks.  He got his head all the way down, to worshipfully kiss each bare foot.  Then he stood, coaxing Dan to do the same, so he could remove his pants.  With the powerful figure in front of him, he got back onto his knees to help him step out of his pantlegs.  Then he lowered the loose boxer shorts.  What was under them made Cameron gasp.  He had been expecting big, but the man’s meat was so thick and veiny, with heavy balls underneath.  He inhaled the odors of sweat and oily secretions.  The guys had come directly from work, so there was plenty to smell.  Cameron sighed, and kissed each well-defined thigh.  How must he look to Dan, in that garish vest, girly panties, with his hair and face made to appear so whorish?  Why was the hapless husband acting so seductive?  So eager?

A wave of uncertainty rushed through Cameron, even as he was gingerly touching Dan’s monster cock with the tips of his fingers.  When he took hold of it, his hand was filled.  After a few experimental strokes, it was standing up, hard and ready to be taken care of.  Now was the time to pull back, the vest-wearing victim told himself.  Yet he no longer had the nerve to do it.  He pressed his lips to Dan’s firm thigh again, with a hand still on that massive organ.  There was no way to delay the inevitable.  Cameron turned his head and licked the side of Dan’s shaft.  The big man grunted his approval.  Cameron shifted position, so he was facing the intimidating length directly.  His lips parted, his mouth opened further, he brought his face forward, and suddenly he had a cock resting on his tongue.  Granted, it was just the knob so far, but he knew that this was only the beginning.

“Go on, Cammie,” Dan coaxed.  “Give it a suck.”

Cameron ran his tongue forward and back, against the sensitive underside of the knob.  Then he sucked.  Next he was running his tongue around the wide corona.  Dan exhaled noisily.  Cameron put his hands on the man’s hips and bobbed on his pole.  The ex-con lightly held the sissy’s head.  Cameron’s heavy earrings swayed as he kept  moving.  Pushing his knees further apart, to assure his balance, he freed one hand to touch Dan’s scrotum.  It was so large and so full.  Arousal had made his balls tighten up.  Cameron couldn’t stop himself from gently massaging the sac.

Dan said, between audible breaths, “If you haven’t done this before, you sure must have thought about it a lot.  That’s a deep trick-bag you’ve got there, girl.”

As much as he wanted to deny those suggestions, Tess’s husband was too preoccupied with giving a great blowjob.  That was exactly what he was doing, he admitted to himself.  Giving head to a hunky guy with an unwashed crotch.  And loving it.  No, he couldn’t be.  But his stiff pecker said the opposite.  He took Dan’s enviable cock out of his mouth, not to stop, but to lick it up and down, even placing kisses on its considerable length.  Then he went back to straight-ahead sucking.  Soon he was alternating busily between the various techniques he had been using.

After at least twenty minutes had passed, Dan told him, “Now pull back, so just the head is in your mouth, Cammie.  And get that soft hand on my rod, so you can pump it and make me shoot my load into your mouth.  I know that’s what you want.  You need to taste spunk.  Do it, girl.”

Cameron obeyed mindlessly.  He was fully in the roll of Cammie Cocksucker.  His hand worked tirelessly, up and down, on the long tool.  Dan grunted.  His breath hissed through clenched teeth.  He made a strained sound, deep in his throat,  And then he launched his cream into the sissy’s mouth, flooding it and forcing Cameron to gulp the stuff down.  Some leaked from the corner of the kneeling figure’s lips.  As the spurts slowed down, he caught up on swallowing it.  Dan’s cock was still hard, so he continued to lavish attention on it.  The thick semen in his mouth made everything more pleasurable for the recipient.  At last Dan softened, gradually.  Not until he pulled back his hips, did Cameron allow his cock to slip free.  Even then, he rained kisses on it, as if thanking the powerful man for the experience.  And the sissy’s small dick was still hard.

“Damn, that was good,” Dan congratulated.  “Now let’s get you back out there, so you can brag to everybody about how well you did.”

“Do I… have to?”

“For sure.”  Like a selfish boyfriend, Dan was already getting up and grabbing his pants.

Soon, with Cameron still in his vest and panties, his hairless form shown off, they were back in the living room.  There were smears of ejaculate on the sissy’s lips and chin.  His hair was mussed and his make-up smudged here and there, just enough to give him a slutty look.  He had to kneel in the middle of the room, while Dan grabbed himself a fresh beer from the fridge.  Then Cameron, with his wife paying special attention, had to make his shameful confessions.  He described the undressing, limited foreplay, and prolonged blowjob, all in painful detail.

“So,” Tess’s mom wanted to know, “did you enjoy it, pansy?”

“Yes,” a shamefaced Cameron admitted.  “I did.”

“Tell us,” Frank said, “are you already thinking about doing it again?”

“I…”  Though he wanted to say no, Cameron realized it was true.  He hung his head and confessed, “Yes, I am.”

“And one more thing,” Tess put in.  “Are you ready to admit that you’re a wimpy sissy.”  She paused for effect.  “And that you’ve been one, all along?”

“I’m not…”  Cameron sobbed.  “Yes, Ma’am.  I can see it now.  That’s why I was never any good in bed.  I mean, besides having a tiny dick.  I’m so sorry.”

“Tiny dick is right,” declared Lina.  “If that thing was a fish, you’d have to throw it back for being under the legal size-limit.” 

“Not to worry, Cammie,” Tess said airily.  “I’ve got Frank.  And if Dan wants, he has you.  Hell, he might even decide to take you the rest of the way, and pop your ass cherry.”

Dan laughed.  “I haven’t broken in a tight rear end for a while.  So why not?”

“Well,” Tess mentioned, “you’ve got the entire weekend ahead of you.  Let’s see how far it goes by Sunday.”

Cameron shook his head in disbelief.  It was all happening so quickly.  This was going to be a long three days.  And nights.  Come Monday morning, he was going to be a very different person, than he had been before all the guests arrived.  Different, with no chance of reverting to who he was before.