Jazz Club Sissy! by Satinslip (85 Pages) (Patreon)

Jazz Club Sissy!

Written by Satinslip

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

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

This newer style was based around smaller bands. Usually a quartet. This allowed smaller clubs to thrive. Only having to pay four musicians, rather than a big band.
Many of these bands would have to hit the road. Often playing a different club every day of the week. Many would live a life of hedonism, living hand to mouth, and loving life...

JAZZ CLUB SISSY

The dresser drawer squeaks loudly as it slides open. The dark, old wood complaining at being forced to move. The teen winces,

worried that he might alert his father in the living room below him.

Timothy is horny all the time now. Ever since he turned eighteen, he just doesn’t seem able to control it. He penis gets uncontrollably hard multiple times a day, he gets lost in thoughts and fantasies of girls. His imagination explores curvy bodies, kissing pursed lips, and touching full breasts. He can’t stop himself from masturbating daily.

Now he kneels, peering into his mother’s underwear drawer. Titillated by the unmentionables carefully folded and placed within. Panties, bras, and slips, all the hidden delicates that women wear under their clothes. A treasure trove of forbidden delights.

With shaking hands, he pulls out pink, silk panties. They feel smooth and cool to his fingers. He rubs them against his hairless cheek and sighs.

Timothy shoves his other hand into a set of folded bras. Relishing in the sensation of lace and padding. He pulls one out and unfolds it, placing it on the ground. Gleefully imagining it stuffed full with breasts. Gently he squeezes the lacy cup.

Growing bolder, Timothy pulls his shirt off. Then unbuckles his leather belt and slides his slacks down over his round bottom. His boxers quickly follow.

His erection springs up. Straining at its full four inch length. It reaches above his thick scrotum. His hairless balls are almost golf ball size. Looking huge on his small frame. They are uncomfortable if his pants are too tight or if he wears briefs. When soft, his penis looks like a tiny nub nestled between them.

Before he kneels back down, Tim stares at himself in the vanity mirror atop his mother’s dresser. He is a slight boy, just barely five foot three. With slender, almost delicate features. Long

eyelashes and kissable red lips, a soft hairless body, a small penis and round girly bottom.

Timothy has been mistaken for a girl from behind more than once. Each time was utterly humiliating. Usually leaving him in tears.

He pulls out a couple more panties and kneels back down. Pressing them against his little erection. He grins as he rubs the silk up and down his penis. Relishing the cool, slick sensation on his sensitive shaft.

His breath come faster and faster, his excitement growing. Then in a burst he whines as his penis throbs. Spraying pale jizz into his mother’s crumpled panties. His whole body shudders in time with his erratic thrusts.

When he is finally spent, he tosses the soiled panties aside. Unconcerned about the mess in his haze of tired lust. He sits panting for a long moment.

Instead of his desire going away like normal, he finds his passions rising to uncontrollable levels. He hungrily digs into his mother’s underwear drawer. Pulling out handfuls of bras and panties.

He finds a particularly sensual pair. Red silk, with black lace on the hips. He rubs it over his face. Then across his tiny penis. A shiver running up his spine. Timothy stands and pulls the panties on. They feel strangely erotic as they slide up his legs.

Pulling them into place, they fit snug around his groin. His balls peeking out of ether side at the crotch. The panties are snug against his round ass.

Timothy stands, wearing his mother’s panties. Staring at himself in the vanity mirror. Surprised at just how feminine the lingerie makes him look. He wonders if a bra would complete the look. Wonders if he should try one on.

The small teen doesn’t notice his father. Standing in the doorway behind him. Angry face getting redder and redder.

“You perverted, little pansy!” The older man growls as he stomps forward.

Tim squeals as his father grabs him by the hair. The nearly naked teen scrambles after the larger man as he is dragged out of the bedroom. Then forced out the back door to the shed.

The old man slams the boy chest first down on the work table. Then yanks his arms forward and ties him down with thick, hemp rope. Binding the sissy with his round ass up in the air. Even cinching a rope around his slender neck, to pin his face to the table.

“This is for your own good, sissy.” Tim’s father announces gruffly as he grabs a well-used wooden yardstick.

The teen whimpers with dread. His round bottom knew well the kiss of his fathers makeshift paddle growing up. The old man was quick to hand out vicious punishments.

The wooden stick whooshes through the air as the big man swings it back and forth swiftly. As if testing its sturdiness. Each sound sends shivers through the teen. Anticipating what is about to come.

A strong hand raises up. “I’ll beat a man out of you yet.” It comes down, swinging the yardstick so fast it nearly whistles.

CRACK! The wood strikes across Timothy’s panty clad ass. His round bottom jiggles as his eyes open wide. For a brief moment there is no pain. Just a shock that seems to strike to his soul.

...then the boy wails loudly. His rear feels like it has been lit on fire. He doesn’t get time to gasp for a second breath when the wooden stick whips him again.

Over and over his father beats his ass. A cruel grin on his face as he takes pride in the lesson he delivers to his son. The teen

sobbing and squealing as his rear becomes a round bubble of agony.

“Please, daddy! Please!” The teen sounds more like a little girl as he begs, than the eighteen year old boy he is.

The teen wails from the intense pain that seems to rattle around his body. Starting from his stinging bottom and ending as a buzzing in his scalp. Still, the yardstick strikes again...and again...and again...

Eventually his father relents. Ending his vicious assault. The older man reaches down and pulls the panties off his boy’s round bottom. Timothy sniffles back tears. His ass is red and throbbing from his father’s spanking.

He whimpers when he feels his father reach between his trembling thighs. Strong fingers grasping his tender balls, pulling them back between his legs. Tugging on them like plucking grapes from the vine.

“Close ‘em.” His father grunts.

Tim squeezes his legs closed. Trapping his scrotum behind him. The sensation causes his penis to throb and shudder to a surprise erection.

“You need to stop thinking these make you a man.” His father grunts.

He takes his belt and straps it around his son’s knees. Cinching it tight and buckling it. Squeezing the teen’s legs together. His calloused hand reaches for the handle of a ping-pong paddle.

“This is for your own good, sissy.” His father growls. He lifts his hand high in the air.

With a swish of air the older man’s hand comes down. A loud slap rings out when the paddle connects with Timothy’s waiting balls. A moment of stunned silence seems to hang in the air.

The burning strike to his balls rumbles up his spine and bursts in his skull. It feels like his orbs have cracked like bird’s eggs. As if his manhood broke on the first swat.

The paddle strikes again and again. A soul-crushing pain that just grows more intense with each smack. Tim yanks desperately at the rope holding his wrists. He swallows hard as he wails and sobs. His adam’s apple rubbing against the hemp rope cinched tight around his neck.

His father smiles approvingly down at his helpless son. Confident that the teen is learning his lesson correctly. He nods, satisfied at his boy’s scrotum. Quickly turning an angry red, then purple. The little orbs suffering under the flurry of blows.

Timothy would surely not forget his sins... ——-

Days later, Tim enjoys a rendezvous in the woods...

Timothy gently bites his lower lip as he watches his girlfriend unbutton her blouse.

Deborah is a pretty teen. With curly brown hair framing a girl-next-door face. With a slightly large nose. She also has an obviously curvy body beneath her normally demure clothes.

They had been dating in secret for more than a year. Deborah is Jewish and Tim is Protestant. While her parents might accept him, his father would never allow their relationship.

They had been meeting in secret. In the woods behind Timothy’s house. They had practiced kissing, she even let him feel her up through her blouse. Now, Deborah has decided she is ready to take their hidden love to the next level.

Each button reveals a little more creamy skin. The young man shivers when he sees the first peek of white bra. Slowly it is

revealed. Button by button. A plain white bra, thick reinforced cotton. Double-D cups that hold back her precious sweater meat.

Finally she pulls her shirt off. Deborah carefully sets it down next to her on the picnic blanket. She gives Timothy a bashful grin. One that he lovingly returns. Then she reaches behind her.

The pretty brunette can’t quite meet his eyes as she pulls her white bra away. Tim’s breath catches in his throat as her wonderful breasts are revealed. Her large, pale orbs. Her pink areola. Her perky nipples.

“Now...now your turn.” She reminds him. Her voice barely a nervous squeak.

Timothy nods eagerly and pulls off his shirt. Then he leans up on his knees, unbuckling his belt. His fingers unsnap his fly and shove his slacks and briefs down to his knees.

The woods seem silent as Deborah stares at his crotch. An excited look brightening her face. Tim leans over to pull his pants the rest of the way off. Getting tangled in his excitement.

Debora unzips the side of her long skirt. Pulling off the dark blue cloth. As her fingers grip her white panties her eyes grow wide with sudden fright.

“Ho! What’s up here?” Timothy shivers at his father’s deep booming voice right behind him. “That the Jew girl from down the street?” A tinge of anger from the older man.

A sharp pain tingles across Tim’s scalp as his father grabs a fistful of blonde hair. Dragging him across the picnic blanket to his nearly nude girlfriend. “You’re not going to be rutting around with some damned Jew!”

His father grabs Deborah by her own, curly hair and yanks hard. Her squeal makes Timmy’s heart break a little. He wishes he could do something to protect her.

Now the big man drags both of them through the woods. Back toward home. He grumbles his displeasure over the young lovers as he stomps through old leaves and soft dirt.

The terrified teens scramble to keep up. To relieve the pain of having their hair dragged. They stumble and trip. Scraping their legs on the unforgiving forest floor. Both naked except for their underwear. Deborah’s breasts jiggling snd bouncing wildly.

The trees grow sparse, then they are dragged into the old shed at the back of the yard. The scent of spilled oil and fertilizer fill Tim’s flaring nostrils. His father tosses Deborah into a pile of bagged lawn clippings. Then shoves his son against the large work-table.

With a loud THUD! Timothy is slammed face down on the edge of the table. His face right on the edge, facing the open door. The wood feels rough against his cheek as he gasps in shock snd terror.

“I’m going to fuck your Jew girl properly. Like an animal.” His father snarls down at him.

The older man steps over and forcibly lifts the whimpering girl up. He manhandles her over to the table. He grunts as he lays her, tits down, across his son’s head.

Timothy finds his face snug in his girlfriend’s crotch. He can almost kiss her thighs. Though the weight of her body on his head has his ears pounding from the pressure.

The older man grips Deborah’s panties. He gives a grunt, and his muscles flex. She gasps when her cotton underwear tears away. Trembling at her new level of vulnerability.

He then grabs her left knee. Lifting her leg up, he makes her set it on his son’s back. Balancing her with her legs now spread obscenely wide.

Between his girlfriend’s spread open thighs, Timothy has a perfectly framed view of his father unbuckling his jeans. The old man pulls his pants down and his dick flops out. Soft, his father’s cock looks bigger than Tim’s when fully erect.

“I’ll show her how a real man fucks, you pathetic wimp.” The older man growls. He strokes his dick with his left hand. His right hand squeezing and rubbing Deborah’s curvy, round bottom.

With a horrified fascination, Timothy watches as his father’s cock grows to a thick eight inches. To him it looks like a hungry rattlesnake. Looking to make a snack of his girlfriend. A flared, searching tip with one eye, it’s rattling tail two hairy balls jiggling in excitement.

A shiver runs up Deborah’s spine, tingling into her scalp. The older man squeezes her ass. His rough thumbs press between her soft globes, down to her vulnerable pussy. He rubs her precious spot for a moment, spreading her sudden wetness.

“I like an easy slut.” Tim’s father taunts.

Deborah whimpers with shame. No one has ever touched her virgin cunny before. This is definitely not what she wanted for her first time.

Her eyes go wide and she gasps when the rough thumbs spread her pussy open. She feels the spongy tip of the man’s dick as he presses it against her sensitive hole. Then he shoves deep inside. Her first sexual partner.

Deborah’s squeal is nearly a scream as her virginity is torn away. Tim’s father grunts as he thrusts repeatedly until he is balls deep in his son’s girlfriend. Then he slaps her cute ass, leaving a red handprint.

“There, bitch!” The older man slaps her ass again. Making her tight cunt squeeze his dick from the shock. “That’s what a real man feels like.”

The girl gasps as his dick pulls nearly all the way back out. Leaving her yearning strangely in her newfound emptiness. Her whole body trembles with shame and lust. Then he plunges back in. Fucking her deep.

Pinned beneath her, all Timothy can do is watch his girlfriend be fucked by his father. A horror so complete, he can barely believe it’s happening. He has a front row view of the thick cock pistoning in and out of her cunny. Glistening with her juices. The old man’s balls nearly slapping his son’s lips. Full and ready with cum for the teen.

Tim whimpers, the weight of Deborah’s belly pressing on his head giving him a headache. He feels sweaty and nauseous. Tears blur his vision.

The older man takes his time with the cute teen. Grinning as he slaps her cute bottom in time with his thrusts. Slowly turning her ass red from the abuse. Enjoying the tightness of her inexperienced pussy.

The world seems to swim, as Timothy starts to pass out. His eyesight tunnel vision focused on his father’s balls. The older man begins to grunt. His wrinkly balls pulsating as he pumps a thick load of cum into the teen girl. She whines in protest at the treatment. Worried at what it could mean.

Finished, the older man pulls his softening dick out of the girl. He grabs her hips and tosses her back onto the yard waste. “Get out, whore.” He growls. Tossing a rat chewed blanket at her.

Deborah sobs as she gathers the old cloth. Then she stumbles out of the shed. Naked and sweaty, leaves and grass clippings sticking to her pale body.

Timothy slides off the table. His head pounding, feeling sick and dazed. His round ass uncomfortable on the rough shed floor.

“I hope you learned your lesson, pansy.” His father sneers as he pulls up his jeans. Then he spits on his naked son. He turns and heads out into the sunlit backyard.

Timothy gulps hard. Heavy wracking sobs shake his body. Tears flow unfettered down his cheeks. All he has the strength to do is lay down on the wood floor and weep.

——-

For the next month, Timothy seems to wander through his life in a daze. His father just ignores him. Deborah refuses to see him. She won’t even talk to him.

His days are spent doing chores around the house. Tidying up, mopping floors, and washing clothes. By evening, though he is plagued with perverted thoughts of his father fucking Deborah.

Eventually, in the dark of night, he strips under his covers. He tries to hold off as long as he can. His father’s punishments for masturbating loom large in his mind.

...as does visions of that large dick pummeling his girlfriend.

Each night he begins tugging at his, now obviously, small penis. Slowly getting hard as he tries to banish the lustful visions from his mind. Then he starts to lick the fingers of his free hand. Though he isn’t sure why. He isn’t sure why he has to do any of it.

Soon, with tears in his eyes, he finds himself jizzing all over his fingers. He usually wipes them on his sheets and sobs himself to sleep. Waking in the morning in a dried puddle of his own cum.

Friday dawns dark and stormy. Timothy moves around the house listlessly. Not able to engage with much of anything. His father leaves around lunch. Some sort of job opportunity.

By evening, Timothy feels his lust rising again. He finds himself sneaking back into his parent’s bedroom. Sifting through his mother’s underwear drawer.

Soon he is jacking off. Using silky, pink panties wrapped around his little penis. Relishing in the sensual feel. Turned on by the perversion.

He focuses on his memories of Deborah nude. Her lovely, pale breasts, her fuzzy crotch, her cute round ass. He tries to banish thoughts of his father’s big cock pounding into her.

He is close. His fingers pump faster and faster. His whole, petite body trembles with excitement. He...

“YOU LITTLE SHIT!”

Tim sees stars as his father backhands the side of his head from behind. The teen sprawls across the floor as the older man steps closer. He lifts his right leg back. Then he plants his boot in his son’s crotch.

Tim buckles around his father’s foot. Gasping and whining as his body is wracked with pain. He tries to beg, “Please.”

“Get dressed.” The older man orders. “I’m done with this.” He sneers with disgust. “Done with you.”

Timothy crawls down the hall, to his room. His father following him grimly. He pulls on slacks and a button-up shirt with difficulty.

When he is finally dressed, his father grabs him by his shoulder and drags him downstairs. Then out to the garage. He shoves him into the passenger seat, then moves to lift open the garage door.

With a low rumble, the dark and stormy night is revealed. As his father gets behind the wheel a crack! of lightning splits the night. The flash of light casts the houses across the street in dark silhouettes.

The car rolls out onto the dark street. Splashing deep puddles, rain pattering off the windshield. They drive out into the night. Soon, they are on the road out of town.

They ride in silence for over an hour. Any time Tim clears his throat, or looks like he plans to talk his father just frowns. Chagrined, the teen just looks out the window. At the darkness.

Finally his father grins, almost cruelly in the dark. “This should do.” He grumbles.

The car pulls over into a small bus-stop. Little more than an old wooden bench, a leaking overhang, and a sign. Nothing else but cornfields in either direction.

“Here.” His father grunts, handing him a couple dollar bills. “This will get you on the next bus to anywhere.” He opens his door and steps out into the rain.

Timothy shivers with fear as his father walks over to his side of the car. The older man opens the passenger door and yanks Tim out of the car. Giving him a shove towards the covered bench.

“Don’t think about coming back, sissy.” His father spits at him. Then gets back behind the wheel. The car churns gravel as it drives off. Soon just a pair of dim red lights in the dark and rain.

Timothy slumps on the bench. His shoulders shaking as he sobs. His world feels as if it has shattered all around him. Alone and unwanted he waits for whatever will come next.

Timothy glances up and noticed a sign tacked to the inside of the bus-stand.

‘No Service’ ——-

Timothy wakes groggily. His clothes still damp, the bench uncomfortable, and the morning sun in his eyes. Somehow he had fallen asleep. Though his rest had been fitful at best.

He has a slight headache. Compounded by the sound of a buss rumbling onto the gravel of the small stop. He hops up with surprise and delight. The stop must not be out of service after all.

He hustles over to the faded-blue bus. Not noticing the words, ‘Silver Lining Quartet’ stenciled on the side. Or the fact that most of the windows are painted over.

The door doesn’t open when he steps close. The driver doesn’t even seem to notice. A large black man wearing a silver-sequined vest with no sleeves. Showcasing thick, muscular arms. The white boy knocks timidly.

The door opens with a squeak. The driver frowns down from the map he has spread open on the steering wheel, “Can I help you, boy?”

Timothy hops up the steps. Quickly handing the big man a dollar. “Man! I’m sure glad you showed up. I thought the station was shut down.”

“This isn’t...” The driver starts to explain.

Timothy presses the bill into the man’s hand and quickly takes the open seat just behind him. Barely sparing a glance at the other passengers. Too tired to notice just how strange the old bus is.

The driver shrugs and turns back to his map. After a moment he announces, “Ok boys, I think I got it. Just missed the turn we needed by a mile.” He puts the blue bus into gear and it rumbles out onto the cracked, country road.

——-

Timothy snaps awake when he feels someone sit next to him on the rumbling bus. He had been nodding off over the last hour. Still tired from the terrible night before. Now he looks around with surprise. Slowly realizing he isn’t on a normal buss.

“Yeah.” Says the black man now sitting next to him. “I think you might be on the wrong bus.” He informs the white boy. Giving the teen a sparkling grin. “Jonah.”

Tim takes and shakes a proffered hand. “Timothy, uh...sir?”

“Ha, my name’s Jonah.” The man offers back. “Not been around many blacks?”

After clearing his throat nervously, Timothy shakes his head. “N...no, sir. Not many.”

Jonah gives him another sparkling smile. One matched by his glittering, grey eyes. The black man is thinner than the hulking driver, and not as tall. Handsome with wavy, swept back hair. He looks sharp in his light grey suit. A bit threadbare, but cut well to his frame.

“Well, we ain’t goin’ to bite. And we are happy to get a fellow traveler a few miles down the road.” Jonah nods out toward the road. “What brings you here anyway?”

Timothy hesitates for a long moment. Then he launches into the tale of how his own father abandoned him. Only leaving out some of the more perverted sections. By the end he is blinking back tears.

“Oh man, that’s rough.” Jonah gives the young man a gentle pat on the shoulder. “Look, hey, we can...” The handsome black man thinks a moment. Sizing the white teen up and down. “Look, we can give you a job until you find something better.”

“Ruh...really?” Tim chokes back tears.

“Yeah, sure.” Jonah nods eagerly. “We can’t pay much more than room and board, but you will get to see a bit of the country.”

The driver makes a sound, half throat-clearing half a harumph. “If you like dirty alleys and flop houses.” The big man grumbles.

“Hush, you.” Jonah chides. “That’s just Isaac. He’s all bark and no bite.”

Timothy clears his throat, “What...what do you guys do, exactly?”

Jonah raises an eyebrow at the white boy. “Did you not see the side of the bus?” Tim shrugs sheepishly. “We are the ‘Silver Lining Quartet,’ ya know?” The boy shrugs again.

“We’re a jazz band.” Jonah stares out the window past the boy. “Thought we were making a bit of a name for ourselves.” He seems to snap back to himself. “Well, you can help carry instruments, and run errands and the like.” He pats Timothy on his shoulder.

Jonah looks around, “We also have Titus.” He motions to a black man sitting toward the back. Even bigger than the driver. He has a scruffy beard and dark eyes. “He plays trumpet like an angel of heaven.” The big man tosses them a salute.

“And that’s Hector. Our piano player.” He motions to the man across the isle from where he had been previously sitting.

Hector has the lightest skin of the quartet. A little taller than Jonah, with a couple scars across his left cheek. He is nowhere near as handsome as the sax-player, but his eyes shine with mirth.

“How’s it going?” The scarred man asks.

“What’s past there?” Tim asks. Motioning to the wooden divider just behind where Titus sits.

“Oh, sure.” Jonah grins. “We tore the rest of the seats out. There’s a couple cots back there and a small camp stove. With some cooking supplies.” He puts his arm across Timothy’s shoulders and gives him a little hug. “You’re riding in style now.”

“We goin to make it in time?” Titus rumbles from the back. His voice a deep baritone.

“Yeah, I got us back on track.” Isaac grumbles back over his broad shoulder. “Couple hours.”

The bus stops forty-five minutes later at a small, rural gas station. When the men hop out to use the facilities, they get suspicious looks from the whites filing their sedans. Then they give an offended look to Tim as he steps off. Displeased even more at his presence with the black men.

Back on the road, Tim nods off again. Waking up after dark when the bus pulls to a stop. Crunching loudly on the gravel parking lot of a rusty nightclub. Part of half a dozen blocky buildings set just outside a small town.

“What do you do when your cat's dead?” Hector asks suddenly from the seat behind the white boy. “Play with the neighbor's pussy instead.”

Isaac chuckles from the driver’s seat. A low rumbling sound. Like gravel under the bus’s tire. Timothy just blinks confused.

The scarred man pats him on the shoulder, “You’ll get it later.” He then stands and hops out the door.

The darkened street is occupied by brooding buildings. Beyond the club, a couple bars, a general store, and a flophouse seem to make up the rest of the dingy buildings. The club lot is filled with cars and chatting people. Nearly all black, with a few Hispanics.

Timothy helps the band carry their instruments and equipment into the dingy building. Little more than a dark main room, and a couple storage rooms converted into an office. The main room is filled with tables, a bar along one wall stacked with liquor, and space set aside for the band and.

The young, white man has never seen so many black people at once. He had been too tired on the bus to feel uncomfortable or

nervous. Now though, he is downright fearful. His anxiety rises second by second. Imagining all the terrible things his father has told him about ‘negros.’

He stands, shaking in a corner near the band area. Not noticing when Jonah walks over. The handsome black man places a hand on the boy’s shoulder. “Don’t worry. Nobody’s going to bite.” He flashes Tim a reassuring grin. “Besides, you’re with the band.”

Jonah hefts his sax, gives the white boy a last smile, then he moves to sit on a stool. All four black band members tuning up. Preparing to play for a, now packed, room.

Timothy’s anxiety is already receding as The Silver Lining Quartet begins to play. Soft, smooth jazz that immediately silences the crowd. A wave of awe moves over the packed club goers as the music hits them. They seem to sway with the band’s tunes.

Tim also loses himself in the music. His fear completely gone. Soon the band moves into faster bop. Some of the crowd standing up, dancing with abandon and glee. The drinks flow generously, and the next three hours pass quickly.

When the lights finally come up after one in the morning, Timothy snaps out of his dazed reverie.

The crowd quickly exits the building. Leaving just the serving crew to clean up, the band to pack up, and Tim to help where he can. The club is shut down and emptied in less than a half hour. The band’s gear stowed on their bus.

They lock up the bus, then Timothy looks around confused. Jonah places an arm around the shorter boy. “Tonight we get to sleep in real beds.” He turns Timothy toward one of the larger, nearby buildings. One with a row of doors on the first and second floor.

He leads him to a room on the first floor. “We only got four rooms, so I hope you don’t mind bunking with me.” The

handsome man gives him a smile as he unlocks the door. He gestures to a cot across the small room from the bed. “I hope it’s ok. Better than sleeping in a seat in the bus anyway. “

Jonah gently pushes the white boy toward the cot. Then he steps out of the motel room. “We have some fans we need to meet. I won’t be long, but don’t wait up. You look like you need the sleep.” Then he is gone into the dark night. The door slowly closing after him.

The cot is rough and old. Tim pulls up a thin blanket an bunches up a lumpy pillow under his head. The cot probably is better than a bus seat, but not by much. Just the same, he quickly dozes off.

Timothy wakes some time later when the door to the room opens with a soft creak. A woman’s bubbly laughter spills in from the outside. “It’s ok, beautiful.” Jonah’s voice assures her. Still melodious as a whisper. “I’m sure he’s asleep. We just have to be quiet.”

A very dim light flows in through the small window. Just enough to see the dark outlines of Jonah and a curvy woman as they enter the small room. Heading close to the bed.

The two silhouettes embrace and kiss deeply as Timothy watches. He feels shame at eavesdropping on the couple. He can’t look away though. Fascinated as they begin to disrobe.

As his eyes gradually get used to the dim light, Tim can’t help admiring the woman’s wonderful body. Her dark bushy hair, kissable lips, large full breasts, curvy hips, even her dark thatch of pubic hair. He can’t help imagining his own pale hands running over her dark brown skin.

Timothy covers his mouth to stifle a gasp when Jonah pulls his boxers down. Something big springs up. Like one of the snakes Tim has seen in his encyclopedias. A striking cobra perhaps.

The woman reaches down and grasps the large python. As she gently strokes it Timothy realizes it must be Jonah’s penis. He wonders how it can be so big. Like a giant’s cock, he marvels.

Breathing from the three people is the only sound in the room as the woman drops to her knees. Timothy watches with shock as she takes Jonah’s dick in her mouth. Moaning quietly as she sucks the giant shaft. Stroking it with her left hand as her right hand reaches between her thighs.

Under his thin sheet, Tim’s own smaller penis jerks to its own erection. He is astounded by the blowjob in the dark. He had never heard of such a thing. His father certainly never mentioned it when he had fumbled through the birds-and-bees talk. Jonah seems to enjoy it, though.

The handsome man groans quietly. Running his hands through the woman’s afro. His hips thrusting slightly toward her face.

After a long, erotic moment Jonah helps the woman up and onto the bed. The old mattress creaks as she lays on her back. She spreads her legs and giggle as she pulls the handsome black man on top of her.

The lovers moan together as he slowly thrusts inside her. The woman grabs at the bedsheets as her body trembles. Jonah’s firm ass bounces up and down as he fucks her.

On his cot, the white teen teaches down and wraps fingers around his four inch erection. Tim strokes in time with his new friend’s ass thrusts. Unable to stop himself from taking part in the sex. Even if just as a voyeur.

The room grows warmer as Jonah fucks the curvy woman. Their gasps and moans growing louder as they totally forget a supposedly sleeping Timothy. Lost in a world of their own lovemaking.

Jonah pulls his cock out of the woman. She whimpers in protest. Then giggles excitedly as he flips her over. Lifting her hips in the air. Tim can easily see the man’s dick in the dark. It glistens, slick with fuck juice.

The woman moans loudly as Jonah thrusts into her from behind. He reaches down and grabs her hair. Pulling her head back and forcing her to lift herself to her hands snd knees.

Together they fuck like animals as Timothy watches. Wishing he could join as he masturbates in silence. Quickly his penis jerks and spurts. Spilling his sticky cum over his fingers. He leans back on his cot, shivering. Watching Jonah fucking on the bed.

The handsome black man is a dominant silhouette in the dark. Fucking the moaning woman from behind. Timothy watches as his vision grows dimmer and dimmer. Finally slipping back into sleep. Dreaming of curvy women and dangerous snakes.

In the morning, Timothy wakes up to find Jonah sitting cross-legged on the bed. Naked except for grey boxers. Reading quietly from a leather-bound book.

“Sorry if I woke you last night.” Jonah offers with a knowing smile. Hopping off the bed. He starts packing up. Then pulls his suit on.

Timothy stammers, “N...no. No. I...I slept well.” He finishes lamely. Gathering up his own meager belongings.

Jonah just shrugs. “It’s ok. I don’t mind you watching.” He pats the white boy on his shoulder. “I appreciate your discretion. Some ladies don’t like an audience. “

As they gather before the bus, Hector rushes up. A grocery bag under his left arm. His right closed in a fist.

“I got something appropriate.” The scarred man grins. He opens his hind to show four poker chips. Quickly handing one to each band member.

Soon they are all back on the old, blue bus. Rolling out into the countryside. Rumbling along dirty, cracked roads. Traveling past thick fields of growing corn.

The next couple weeks passes much like Timothy’s first day. Stopping at a club every day or two. Sleeping comfortably in dingy motels when they preform. Or uncomfortably on the bus when they don’t.

Tim always shares a room with Jonah. Who fucks a different woman in each town. The white boy watching in the dark. Masturbating to the black man’s lovemaking.

Timothy spends the long days watching the country pass by and lamenting his new lot in life. Trying not to cry in front of the black men. He also gets to spend more time with Titus and Hector during the long days of travel.

Titus is a soft spoken for such a big man. He loves to talk about the places the group has been. He even has a shoebox full of postcards from many of the places they visited.

Hector is a gregarious jokester. Most of his rib-ticklers revolve around sex. Men and women fucking in ways that Tim had never heard of, and usually didn’t believe.

On the other hand, he finds Isaac a big grump. Barely grunting a few words on the rare occasion he does talk. He seems to take no interest in the white teen.

“You’re a virgin?” Hector asks incredulously, late on Friday afternoon.

Timothy nods sullenly. He had been explaining to the scarred black man about his father’s abuse. Mentioning the time when his father caught him and Deborah.

“Your pops sounds like a real shit.” The big man frowns.

With a sniffle, Tim nods. Then tears fill his eyes as he reveals that his father fucked his girlfriend. Something he hasn’t divulged before. He never thought he would.

With a kindly pat on the shoulder, Hector tries to comfort the white boy, “Hey, hey...look we will take care of you.” He motions to the other men on the bus. “How about you come out with us after the show tonight?”

Tim nods, “Yeah, that sounds good I guess.”

The young man feels appreciative. He had lost everything in his old life. The four musicians are his whole world for now. Being included fills him with a warm joy.

That evening the band plays in the largest venue since Tim joined them. Set in the industrial district of a small city. Close packed, brick buildings surround the two story club. The band sets up their equipment in the dance hall on the second floor above the bar below.

After what is a wild and energetic show, Timothy helps pack up the band’s instruments. Then he joins them in the bar, instead of just heading to his hotel room.

During shows, Tim just stands in a nearby corner. Enjoying the music, all-but forgotten or ignored by the crowds. He can’t hide in the club, though. His new friends march right through the crowd up to the bar.

Timothy finds himself part of the center of attention among the gathered, mostly black crowd. Though, even here he is mostly ignored. What little attention he gets makes him feel like some sideshow freak, or a bug under glass.

He tries to talk to a few women. Finding himself unable to get past a weak, “Um.” Just too intimidated by the beautiful black women.

After an hour or so the band and a small flock of hangers-on retire to their hotel. They gather in a small lobby just outside a couple of the band’s rooms. The party and the drinks still flowing.

The band gathers around a small table to play a few hands of poker. All but forgetting the white teen. Each has a small pile of dimes and nickels, along with their one white poker chip each.

Tim sips at a beer, feeling more and more out of place. Just wanting to disappear into the furniture. Thinking about heading to bed. He begins to lose track of the party. Alone with his thoughts.

Jonah walks up to him with an arm around a cute black girl. Shorter than him, but still a couple inches taller than Timothy. She has an attractive face, with an ample bosom, and long brown hair.

“Hey, Tim! This is Keziah.” The handsome sax player gives the girl a hug. Making her smile brightly. His voice drops to a near whisper. “She tells me that she’s never been with a white boy.”

“Jonah!” Keziah gasps, raising her fingers to her lips.

The black man winks at Timothy. “It’s ok girl. Tim won’t tell anyone.” He gives them both a sly smile. “Hey, I’ve got an idea...I bet Tim here would love to give you the opportunity to taste some cream.”

Jonah chuckles throatily, and Keziah gasps with feigned shock. Timothy shifts his weight from foot to foot nervously. “I, uh...I don’t...” He stammers.

“Don’t worry, my man.” Jonah laughs jovially, putting his free arm around the white boy’s shoulders. “Keziah will take good care of you.”

Jonah pushes the two of them to one of the hotel rooms. He opens it with a rusty key and gently ushers them in, turning on the light. He closes the door behind them with a chuckle.

Nervously, Timothy looks around at the floor, the window, then the bed. “I...uh...”

The attractive young woman lurches forward, wrapping her arms around him. She pull him into a deep kiss. Tim’s eyes flutter wide open as her tongue penetrates his mouth.

Tim melts against her. His lust quickly rising. He relishes the feel of her soft body pressed against him, of her tongue exploring his mouth. His hands caress her back.

She reaches down and unbuckles his slacks. Then she steps out of his embrace. Grabbing the bottom of her blouse, she lifts it up and off over her head. Revealing her smooth tummy and white bra.

Her skirt soon hits the floor. Landing next to her shirt. Timothy eagerly pulls off his own shirt. Then he pushes his pants down. His eyes locked on her curvy body.

Still standing near the door, Keziah reaches back. She unhooks her bra, then pulls it off with a flourish. Tim stifles an excited gasp when he gets to see her bared breasts.

Plump, chocolate orbs jiggle with her every movement as she leans back proudly. Timothy stares at her dark nipples as he tugs his boxers down. His four inch erection springing up. Keziah grips the hips of her panties with a lascivious grin.

His breath catches in his chest as Tim waits for her last reveal. Only to have her stop as if stunned. Then she starts to chuckle.

“Ha, ha, ha! What? You kidding me?” She gasps incredulously. “I thought tiny dick white boys was just a myth!”

Timothy gasps with shock as she points at his groin. “Wha...what?”

“You’re tiny. Like a baby!” She gasps incredulously. “No...I...”
Keziah reaches down and grabs Tim’s oversized balls.

“Ridiculous!”
She yanks his sensitive sack. Dragging him by his balls to the

door. The white boy squeals in pain as she opens the door and forces him out of the room and back into the crowd.

“This boy ain’t got no dick!” She announces loudly.

Dozens of eyes turn toward Timothy’s crotch. His penis has already gone flaccid and even smaller than when she first saw it. Now it is little more than a bump nestled above her grasping hand.

The black crowd begins laughing and pointing at Tim. Specifically at his inadequate penis. Keziah stands next to him proudly. As if she found some rare animal. A wild, pathetic white boy apparently.

“I can’t even see it!”
“You sure that’s not a girl?”
“It’s just a jellybean!”
“That’s so sad!”
The crowd degrades him as Timothy’s eyes fill with tears. His

body trembles in the storm of humiliation. He almost wishes he were back at home, with his father.

“No woman would be happy with this.” Keziah jeers as she squeezes his large balls.

Pain drives up Tim’s spine. A road of agony from his crushed testicles to his tingling scalp. He drops to his knees, squealing. Keziah let’s go as he drops. Laughing at him derisively along

with the crowd. Watching with a cruel mirth as the white boy crawls back into the hotel room alone.

He pushes the door shut behind him. Drowning out the catcalls and laughter. Tim crawls across the floor then onto the bed. Gradually, he sobs himself to sleep.

“Time to get up, buddy.” Jonah’s melodious voice wakes the white boy in the morning. Along with a gentle shaking of his shoulder.

Timothy turns away from the handsome black man. Pulling his covers up over his head. Trying to hold back tears. Just wishing his new friend would leave him.

“Hey, man. I saw what happened last night.” Jonah rubs his shoulder. “Trust me, things could be worse.”

“H...how.” Timothy gulps. Trying not to sob.

“Well...” Jonah searches. “Well, you could have been born a girl? You know, made to take dick instead of give it.” He grins ruefully down at the boy. “Even a small dick was made to fuck. I guess.” He shrugs.

The bed creaks as Jonah stands up. “Look, you can stay here. You know give up.” He tugs the blanket off the boy. “Or...you can come with us. We would still love to have you.”

Timothy wipes his eyes as he sits up. “Ruh...really!” A hopeful tone to his voice.

“Yeah! Of course!” Jonah assured him with a grin. “You’re like one of the band now.”

After breakfast the group loads the band’s gear back on the old, blue bus. “Who's the most popular guy at the nudist colony?” Hector asks as he takes a bag from the white teen. Stowing it in the back of the bus. Timothy shrugs. “The one who can carry a cup of coffee in each hand and a dozen doughnuts.”

The black man laughs out loud. Tim smiles as he hands up another bag. Even Titus chuckles as he passes by.

Soon they are back on the road...

——-

The band plays a couple small venues through the next week. Mostly sleeping on the bus. The band on the cots in back. Timothy curled up on a seat.

They next weekend they are scheduled to perform at the same club Friday and Saturday. A good bit of income for two days work. Since they wouldn’t be traveling Isaac wanted to get the bus washed.

The band purchases a trio of rooms at a cheap motel. Then Jonah and Hector go to restock supplies. Isaac drives the bus with Titus and Timothy to help him.

Timothy feels tiny next to the bus and the two big black men as they wash the blue beast. They use hoses in a parking-lot behind a car-wash. Paying a couple bucks for the opportunity.

It takes a good couple hours. Isaac is very particular about getting ‘his’ bus properly clean. By the time they are done the lights and bumpers sparkle, the blue body looks nearly new, and the windows look clear as a bright morning.

Timothy grins at the other men when they are done. The simple, physical act of cleaning the bus leaves him in a good mood. The antics of last week, the humiliation, nearly forgotten. Cleaning the bus an analogy for cleaning his spirit.

That evening, Tim is back in high spirits as he watches the band play. Still tucked away in a corner, though. Mostly hidden from the large crowd.

After the show, Jonah puts an arm across the boy’s shoulders and leads him down the street. “I have an idea to make up for last

night.” The handsome man explains as they walk. “Mama Jones runs a brothel at the end of the block.”

Timothy shakes his head in protest. “No...I...”

“Don’t worry about it.” Jonah assures him. “There’s nothing wrong with paying to get your dick wet.” He clears his throat. “I don’t have to, myself. But it will be fine for you.” He squeezes the white boy’s shoulders. “Now, let’s get you laid.”

The metal doors of the unassuming building swing open as Jonah boldly pushes inside. They step into a large, warm lounge draped with purple snd soft pinks. Filled with upholstered furniture, a bar along one wall, and attractive black women nearly undressed.

The women approach the two men and guide them to a couch. Timothy gulps nervously as the women gently touch him. Intimidated by their raw sexuality.

“How can we serve you boys.” Asks a particularly attractive woman who sits next to Jonah.

“My friend here needs a friendly woman who doesn’t mind...loving on a smaller scale.” The black man explains in his melodious voice. He makes a ‘small fish’ gesture with his thumb and forefinger.

Timothy blushes and shifts uncomfortably on the couch next to his friend. He feels the gazes of all half-dozen women in the room on him. Specifically on his inadequate crotch.

“I ain’t been with a little white boy before.” A husky voice purrs from behind him. Hands slip onto his shoulders.

“Great.” Jonah stands and hands over some money. “I’ll leave Timmy here in your capable hands. Just send him down the street when you are done.”

Tim opens his mouth to respond...only he isn’t sure what to say. Jonah gives him a wink and a friendly wave. Then the taller man disappears out into the night.

“C’mon honey. I’ll take good care of you.” The woman steps around the couch and takes his left hand. Helping Tim up from the couch.

The other women giggle as he stands. His eyes widening as he takes in the friendly prostitute. She stands some six inches taller than him and generously over two-hundred pounds. A curvy, thick woman with a friendly face.

Her pink negligee shows off a pair of massive, pillowy breasts. Her big, round ass is only half covered by matching, lacy panties. Much of the rest of her ample flesh is bared.

“My name’s Laila.” She leads him through an open doorway to a staircase leading up. “What’s your name honey.”

“Uh...Tim? Timothy.” He answers, clearing his throat.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Tim.” She gives him a smile as she gently ushers him into a small bedroom. “Why don’t you take your clothes off and let me see what I’m working with.”

He nods and gulps hard. “Y...yes, ma’am.”

She smiles at his nervousness. His fingers fumble at his is belt. Then he pushes his slacks to the floor. Not daring meet her eyes as he pulls off his shirt.

“Ooh, honey!” She gasps. “You are tiny.” She steps intimately close to him.

Gently, she reaches down between them. She pinches the tip of his soft, little bump between her thumb and forefinger. She pulls at his small penis, stretching it out. As if measuring how long it could possibly grow.

“Very tiny.” She chides him. Timothy whimpers nervously. Both excited and humiliated. “You really aren’t a man, are you?” She

caresses his cheek with her free hand. Still tugging his penis with her other.

Timothy whimpers, “N...no, I...I’m a...”

“You can’t hide it from me.” She pinches his penis harder. “I’m a professional, honey. Tell me you are no man.”

Flashes of his father catching him in his mother’s lingerie burn through his mind. Visions of his father torturing his balls, of the older man fucking his girlfriend. He remembers Jonah’s giant dick in the dark, pleasuring moaning women. He remembers his shame when Keziah laughed at his penis.

“I’m not a man.” He agrees despondently. Blinking back tears.

“No, honey. You’re not.” Laila kisses his forehead. Almost motherly. “That’s ok though. This will never please a woman.” She tugs his penis painfully hard. Making the white boy hiss. “But I can teach you to please a woman all the same.”

She steps away from him and tugs at some strings of her lingerie. Her flimsy top falls away and her lacy panties fall to the floor. Revealing her thick, curvy body.

Her giant breasts jiggle as she moves. Her large nipples even darker than the rest of her brown body. Her soft pussy is shaved bare and glistens slightly.

“You like?”

Timothy nods quietly. Excited to be so close to a naked woman. She smiles proudly at him.

With a giggle, Laila reaches out and pulls Timothy close. Squeezing the naked white boy against her big, soft body. Hugging him and tipping his face up toward hers.

She leans in and kisses him full on the mouth. His eyes flutter wide open in shock when she slips her tongue past his lips. It slithers around his mouth, exploring the white boy. Tasting like cigarettes and pudding.

Timothy quickly finds he likes the tongue kiss. Playfully licking back with his own. His little penis growing hard as they passionately embrace.

He especially loves when she guides his hand up to her large breasts. He squeezes and gropes for long minutes. Delighting in her soft warmth. Aroused by the plumpness of her tits, by their round wonderful fullness.

“Ok, honey.” She finally breaks their embrace. “Up on the bed.”

Timothy eagerly climbs on the large bed. The silk sheets feel cool and smooth against his skin as he climbs on.

“Hands and knees.” She orders.

The old springs of the mattress creak as he drops. Placing his hands flat beneath him. The large woman steps close to his side. She grips one of his knees and makes him spread his legs further apart.

“You need to learn to worship a woman’s body.” Laila informs him. “To truly treat her like a goddess.” She reaches between his spread thighs and caresses his large balls. “Do you deserve to fuck a woman?” She asks him.

“N...no? Ma’am.” He whimpers. Confused by his mixture of excitement and shame.

With a smack! she swats his sensitive orbs. Drawing a loud whimper from the boy. “Do you?” She asks more firmly. Swatting him again.

The stinging pain bursts through Tim. “No, ma’am!” He gasps desperately. Another smack! To his throbbing balls.

Laila spanks his swollen eggs a few more times. “You will learn that you must serve in order to please.” She grins down at the whimpering white boy. Pleased that he is learning her lesson.

With a lusty growl, she shoves him over and climbs up on the bed next to him. With a couple pillows behind her, she gets

comfortable placing her back against the wall. She spreads her meaty thighs wide. Leaving her soft pussy obscenely on display.

“Now.” She starts, gesturing to the white teen. “Crawl up between my legs. Kissing them slowly as you go.”

With a nod, Timothy crawls up the bed. Between Laila’s spread legs. Kissing the tops of her dark calves every inch or so. Alternating legs after each half dozen kisses.

“Good, good.” The black prostitute approves. She lifts her hands to her giant breasts. Slowly she massages them as the boy obeys her commands. “More tongue, move to the insides of my thighs.

Timothy tastes her salty skin as he licks and kisses onto her thighs. Careful to kiss her on the inner sides. His little penis throbs in its erection as he gets closer and closer to her bare pussy.

“That’s a good boy.” She moans, taking a deep breath. Her meaty hands squeezing her giant breasts hard.

Tim plants a few kisses on the inside of her left thigh. Then he moves and kisses her right thigh. He rubs his erection against the bed beneath him as he pleasures the curvy woman. Feeling his pre-cum spread beneath him.

The big woman gasps loudly when he plants his first kiss directly on her sensitive pussy. A shiver of pleasure runs through her thick body. Timothy feels her thighs quiver against him.

“Lick it like a summer ice cream.” Laila moans. “Long and slow.”

The scent of her sex fills his nostrils as Timothy leans in. Slowly licking her puffy netherlips as she moans loudly. His tummy rumbles at the taste of her pussyjuice on his tongue.

“Make some noise, honey.” She groans. “Show me you like my cunt.”

Timothy moans as he licks. Feeling more erotic than he ever has. His hips thrust slowly into the silky sheets as he pleasures the big, black woman.

“Caress my thighs.” She orders. The boy obediently responds. Gliding his fingertips up and down her skin as he licks.

Laila reaches down. She spreads her precious spot apart enough to reveal her clit. “Suck on my nub for a bit, honey.”

As her orgasm gets closer and closer she begins thrusting her wide hips at him slowly. Her breath comes quicker, in little gasps snd squeals. She pinches and tugs at her dark, chocolate nipples.

“Lick me slow and hard.” She groans loudly.

Timothy runs his tongue flat against her pussy. Pressing hard, tasting her juices even stronger. He is a little scared as her whole body begins to tremble violently.

The fat woman squeals as she orgasms. She grabs Timothy by his hair and mashes his face into her crotch. Rubbing her pussy against his head smearing her free-flowing pussyjuice all over his face.

Her orgasm lasts a few long minutes. Until she finally leans back, gasping. Grinning wildly at the white boy.

“Pretty good, honey.” She says approvingly. She slowly caresses his head as he gently kisses her thighs. “I’ll give you your last lesson after a short rest.” She sighs.

Timothy laps gently at her wet cunny. Cleaning the big woman’s crotch. Still slowly dry humping the bed beneath him.

“Ok, hon.” Laila pushes him off the bed. “Let’s get you back on your hands and knees.”

Without quite knowing what she wants, Tim moves to his hands and knees on the floor. His little penis still hard beneath him. The big, black woman slides off the silk sheets and kneels next to him.

Laila reaches under him with her left hand and grabs his small erection. “This doesn’t belong poking any woman.” She warns him as she starts slowly stroking him. “Does it?” She hisses. She swats Tim’s large scrotum with her other hand. Causing him to squeak like a mouse.

“N...no, ma’am.” He whimpers. Then he squeaks when she spanks his balls again.

The room starts to echo with the woman’s slaps to the sensitive beans. “I’m goin’ to jack you off like this.” She tells him. “Teach you this is the only way you deserve to cum.” The white boy grunts and whimpers with each swat.

Wincing, Timothy blinks back tears. His balls already throb with the pain. He doesn’t want this to be real. He wants to be the man he had, just weeks ago, thought he was. He clears his throat, thinking he will demand the prostitute stop.

“It’s ok, honey.” She assures him continuing to smack his balls, and stroke his little erection. “Just give in. It’s ok to enjoy what you really are.” Her words draining what little courage he had.

On his hands and knees, whimpering with each swat, Timothy tries to hold out. He tries to rally his dwindling courage. To refuse the perversion the large black woman has forced him into. His balls throb with pain. Almost in time to her left hand jerking his hard, little pud.

“Blow your little cummies for mama.” She coos at the humiliated teen. Swatting harder and harder at his tortured scrotum. Slowly turning his pale flesh purple.

Timothy trembles all over as he orgasms. Stronger than any he ever had on his own. He blasts a stream of jizz onto the floor beneath him. His little penis sprays again and again as the prostitute milks him in time with her agonizing strikes.

“Ooh! Good boy.” She encourages him. “Good, good sissy boy.”

Laila stops spanking his purple sack. Instead gently holding it in her hand as she continues jerking him. When she feels his abused balls stop spilling their seed, she forcefully grips tight. Timothy squeals loudly as the big woman squeezes hard, nearly crushing his balls.

“This should keep you from thinking about ‘your needs’ for a good week or so.” She chuckles. “You should have someone do this to you each time you cum too.”

After what seems like an eternity, she releases the white boy’s mangled scrotum. He collapses into the slimy puddle of his own jizz, sobbing.

The big woman gently strokes his bare back, smiling. Pleased with herself. Pleased with the lesson the inexperienced white boy has learned.

Later, Timothy shuffles back to the flophouse. Feeling broken, both physically and spiritually. His feelings and ego a strange jumble of humiliation and shame.

Wearily he passes the four band members playing poker. They barely even look up to notice him as he stumbles into his room, to collapse onto his scratchy cot. Sleep grips him almost instantly.

Jonah lets him sleep late into the morning...

——-

The next few weeks are a flurry of driving and late night shows. Each day Timothy feels more and more exhausted. They are lucky when they can even stay in flophouses. Usually unable to even shower, just buckets of water to wash with. Short nights, hauling gear, and a bumpy bus leaves him haggard and dazed.

Finally, on Friday afternoon, Jonah pats the white boy on the shoulder. “We got a show today and Saturday.” He announces cheerfully. “There will be time to rest tomorrow.”

Tim is happy to hear that. He is even happier to hear that their hostel has showers. Finally a chance to get clean.

They stow their stuff in a couple rooms. Then they all head to the showers. Timothy feels his tummy sink when he sees it’s just a bare room with eight shower heads. Not even stalls, much less individual rooms.

The four black men quickly strip. Eager for a chance to get truly clean. Their ebony bodies closer to Greek statues than to Tim’s scrawny frame.

When Jonah notices the teen’s hesitation he pipes up, “Don’t be shy.” The handsome black man steps under one of the showers and turns it on. Relishing in its steamy heat.

Timothy feels nervous as he pulls his shirt off. The big black men all seemed so confident as they quickly stripped. He, on the other hand, feels shamed next to their powerful bodies. Vulnerable and soft.

With a hard gulp, he pushes his slacks and underwear off. Then he quickly steps past his friends. Moving up to one of the last showerheads. He tries not to glance at the other men’s crotches as he moves past. Unsuccessfully.

His gaze keeps darting to the men’s big cocks. They look huge compared to his. Even soft as they are. Like wild animals. Wolves or stallions, perhaps.

The hot water feels good on his smaller body. He feels so different from the four ‘real’ men. Inadequate anytime he is near them. Especially naked like this. A reminder of his emasculation. In fact, his tortured balls only just stopped aching the day before.

On Saturday Timothy spends the day walking around the town, relaxing. He gets a lot of odd looks and glances from the blacks near the hostel. Making him feel nervous and vulnerable. He starts to regret heading out on his own.

Then he crosses the railroad tracks. Within a couple blocks there are no more run down buildings. No more potholes in the street. No more pan handlers on the corner, and no more black people.

He almost feels guilty at how comfortable he is there. Walking among white people. People like himself. It does help him relax, though. Invigorated for that evening’s show.

When he returns to the hostel he finds the men playing poker again. “I'll admit it, I have a tremendous sex drive. My girlfriend lives forty miles away.” Hector winks as he pulls in a large pile of nickels.

The band laughs and chuckles, except for Isaac. The big man looks grumpy. Down to just a few dimes. Even his white poker chip seems to have ended up in Jonah’s pile.

The big man stand up. He nearly bowls over the little white teen as he steps away from the table. “Fuck off, pansy.” He growls. Lifting one hand as if to hit the boy. Only to stalk off angrily to his room.

“Don’t worry about him.” Jonah assures Tim over his cards. “He’s just...a sore loser.” The other men both chuckle.

——-

A few days later, the ‘Silver Lining Quartet’ is playing at a larger club. It is one of the nicer places they have played since Timothy joined them. Owned by a white msn named ‘Hank Irons.’ His waitresses and crew are all black but management are all white.

The show went well, though Tim was surprised that the crowd were all whites. They weren’t quite as rowdy as the black crowds. Less dancing, more eating and drinking. Tim also felt there was less applause.

After the show Mr. Irons had the audacity to laugh in the band’s faces. Declaring that he wasn’t going to pay for a shitty, colored show. That there wasn’t any point in complaining.

Tim watches as Isaac frowns, clenching his fist. He can sense the quickly rising anger of the rest of the band as well. The white owner just laughs, though.

“You can complain to my friend, the sheriff.” Hank grins. “If you like.” He gestures to a burly man sitting at a corner table. Still chatting up a pair of waitresses. A shiny badge on his chest.

“No.” Jonah speaks up. “No complaints.” He gently takes Isaac’s arm and turns him toward the exit. “Have a good night, sir.” He waves jauntily at Hank irons.

Hank sneers, “You have a great night too, boy.”

Soon the band steps out into the alley. Timothy doesn’t like the mood of his new friends. Jonah looks despondent and Isaac seethes with anger. Titus just seem disappointed. The usually jovial Hector is silent. His gaze down and shoulders slumped.

When they step into their room Issac seems to boil over. “That fuck!” He bellows. “How dare...white shit...thinks he can...” The big man sputters in his rage.

“Well maybe you could...” Tim squeaks. Just trying to calm the angry man down.

“Why you white boys got to be like this?” Isaac takes a step close to Tim. “Racist shits.” He growls. Then he backhands the whimpering boy. Knocking him back against the small, musty couch.

Jonah steps forward as if to protect the boy from any further violence. Though he doesn’t actually move to stop the bigger man. “Woah! Woah! It isn’t Timmy’s fault.” He reasons. “Besides, we know why.”

Swifter than anyone can react, Jonah grabs Timothy’s pants. He yanks hard, pulling them and the boy’s underwear down to his knees. Then he gestures to the boy’s crotch.

“They are probably all like that. Hung like kittens.” Jonah shrugs his shoulders. He waves his hand dismissively at Issac. “Their hatred is a way to make up for their inadequacies.”

Isaac glares down at the white boy’s pathetic crotch. “I’m gettin’ a drink.” He growls. Then lurches his way out the door.

“Don’t worry about it.” Jonah assures Tim. Then he flicks the boy’s large scrotum. Sending a shock of pain through the white teen.

——-

Timothy barely even speaks for the next few days. Just spends the time either riding in a daze, or hauling the band’s equipment into and out of clubs. His mind lost in a haze of shame and guilt.

Part of him felt like it was his fault his new friends hadn’t gotten paid. Then his mood swings to feel unfairly called out. After all, he didn’t do it and it isn’t his fault he has a small penis.

“Hey bud.” Hector plops down next to the white boy. A friendly smile on his scarred face. “Did I ever tell you the one about Sammy’s wedding night?”

Clearing his throat, Tim shakes his head no.

“Sammy takes his new wife to bed on their wedding night.” The black man starts. “She undresses, lies on the bed spread-eagled and says:

‘You know what I want, don't you?’
‘Yeah,’ says Sammy. ‘The whole fuckin' bed by the looks of it!’ Ha! Ha! The whole bed!” Hector smacks Timmy’s shoulder in a

friendly way. Drawing a wan smile from the boy.
“I’m sorry you didn’t get paid.” Tim says in a near whisper. “Aww, don’t worry about it.” Hector pulls the boy into a one arm

hug. “It wasn’t the first time. And won’t be the last.” He pauses a long moment in thought. “Besides, we will let word out and that stupid fuck will have a hard time booking in the future.”

Tim looks up at the man’s scarred face. “Why play in places like that if they won’t pay?”

Hector grins, “Cause they usually do. Often more than the black owned clubs.” He chuckles. “White clubs charge more and water down their drinks into soup.”

“Look,” Hector tells him in a quieter voice. “In all seriousness, no one blames you.” He hugs the boy again. “Just try to be more accommodating, and everything will be fine.” All Tim can do is nod.

With a grin, Hector asks, “I ever tell you the one about the Irish swingers?”

——-

“What a piece of shit.” A raucous voice chuckles.

A half dozen young, white men with slicked back hair are passing the parked bus. They wear nearly matching black leather jackets and blue jeans. When they stop a few light up cigarettes.

The leader nearly shouts at the band as they carry the last of their instruments into the night’s club. “Hey, drag your shitty clap-trap back to the junkyard. It’s blocking up my street!”

His friends laugh and jeer. Calling the band various slurs and spitting toward the bus. Isaac turns around, rage burning on his face. Jonah grabs his arm and Hector tugs the big man into the building.

“It’s a public street, friend.” Jonah tosses over his shoulder to the greasers. Then he slips into the building. The closing door separating the band from the racist men on the street.

The show isn’t the band’s best. Tim can tell they are unsettled by the greasers’ taunting. Angry and rattled, the four black men simply play through their set with little to no energy.

When they head out the back after their set they find the bus trashed. Some windows smashed, headlight torn off, a tire slashed. Even some choice words smeared on the side of the bus in, hopefully, mud.

“Oh, hell no.” Isaac growls.
Tim gasps, “Wha...what a mess.”
“Oh? Do you think, pipsqueak?” The big man snarles down at

him. Making the white boy cower.
The band goes silent when they hear chuckling from the mouth

of an alley nearby. Two of the greasers peer around the corner. Chuckling at the black men’s plight. When they see they have been noticed they duck quickly behind the brick corner.

“Fuckers!” Issac shouts taking off and chasing after them. The rest of the band hustles after him. Tim bringing up a distant rear.

The two greasers hadn’t moved far down the alley. Their eyes open wide in shock when they see the big black man turn the corner. Roaring as he charges through the darkness at them. They turn to flee in panic.

The alley echoes with a loud crash when Isaac smashes into the blonde greaser. The big man body blocks him into an old wooden door that breaks in half. The two men slide into a darkened room.

A hardware-store stock room, closed for the night. The black man begins slugging the gasping man in the gut.

The brunette greaser looks back at his buddy getting pummeled and hesitates. Long enough for Hector and Titus grab him. He struggles as they drag him into the room as well. After Tim slips in, Jonah closes the door as best he can. He reaches up and pulls the cord that turns on a single, dim light.

The black men punch and kick the two greasers for a long minute. Only relenting when the punks stop struggling. The two white men gasp and groan on the floor of the room. Shelves of tools loom above them. With a couple wooden tables set along one wall.

“I wonder if their problem is the same as Timmy’s.” Jonah ponders out loud.

Isaac frowns. The anger still clouds his face. “Strip ‘em.” He growls.

The two greasers struggle as they are forcibly stripped. Tim looks on with fascinated horror as the black men pull off jeans and tear off shirts. The band is practically snarling as they humiliate the pair.

Tim shivers with apprehension as the white boys are soon naked and forced to kneel. Their dicks hang between pale legs. Smaller than anyone in the band, but larger than Tim’s own sad penis.

“Put their jackets back on.” Isaac orders with a cruel grin. “Wouldn’t want them to be uncomfortable.” All the black men chuckle at that as they make the two boys pull their jackets back on.

The greasers look silly, naked except for their matching leather jackets. They are each forced to bend over a table and tied down. Their slick pompadours glistening in the dim light.

Hector holds up a little tin of Pom-aid he pulled from one of the jackets. He shakes it in the air. “This will help everything to go down easier.” He sneers down at one of the white mens’ ass.

“Wha...what are you doing?” Timothy asks incredulously.

The band members strip their pants off. Getting naked from the waist down. They stroke their large cocks to strong, black erections.

“The ancient Greeks would emasculate their enemies.” Jonah explains. Directed more at the greasers than the skinny, white teen. “They would fuck their captives. Giving them a punishment they would remember the rest of their lives.”

Tim stutters, “But...but!”

“You ain’t a pansy if you the one givin’ it.” Titus sneers at the bound greasers.

Isaac smears some of the Pom-aid up and down his big cock. Tim is horribly fascinated as it starts to glisten from the hair-styling grease. His tummy flutters with an unsettling anticipation.

The big black man spreads the brunette greaser’s asscheeks apart with his left hand. With his right he aims his slicked cock at the man’s tight anus. Then the big man leans forward.

The greaser grunts as he desperately clenches his ass. A last gambit to stop the inevitability of what’s coming. He begins to groan as he feels himself losing the perverse contest.

The white boy grits his teeth. Desperately trying to hold onto what little dignity he has left. He groans as his manhood is forcefully stolen. Isaac’s big dick slowly breaking his ass open.

The tip of the big man’s cock pops through the greaser’s tight hole. Isaac thrusts balls deep in one powerful thrust with a satisfied groan. The white man jerks his head back in a silent scream as he takes a whole foot of giant black dick.

The black man reaches around and grabs him by his neck, just under his jaw. “Feel that boy?” He growls in the helpless man’s ear. “That’s my big black balls against your white, pansy ass.”

The man tries to shake his head. He groans, “No,” in impotent protest though clenched teeth. His whole body trembles as he blinks back tears.

The other white man chuffs in time with each thrust of Titus’s cock already deep in his tight ass. His mouth opens and closes like a gaping fish under his flopping blonde hair. Occasionally blowing little spit bubbles as he drools. His eyes stare straight ahead. Not focused on anything. Dazed. As if there are no thoughts in his racist head.

Fascinated, Timothy stares at the emasculated thug’s penis. Bigger than his own, probably six inches long, it’s still tiny compared to the black men. It looks hard as a rock, bouncing up and down as he gets fucked.

Every few thrusts it drizzles a thin stream of pale cum. As if the man in in the grip of a long, strange orgasm. Could...could his emasculation be turning him on, in some strange way. Tim wonders.

“That’s it!” Isaac groans loudly, fucking the brunette boy. “Be my bitch!” He squeezes the man’s ass tightly as he pounds the man over and over.

Forgotten by the black men and the greasers, Timothy backs up to one of the walls. Staring at the obscene horror before him with a fascination he can’t shake. When his back touches cold brick he slides down. He sits on the floor with his knees pulled up to his chest. As if trying to protect himself from the hungry, black cocks.

The two big black men grunt as they fuck the squealing/whimpering greasers. Giant black cocks burning deep in their white asses.

Isaac slaps the brunette greaser’s pale ass as he thrusts. Leaving blazing red handprints on his pale orbs. Titus’s big black balls slap against the blonde’s own, smaller scrotum. Like a wrecking ball smashing a girl’s dollhouse.

Soon the black men groan as they orgasm. Nearly in tandem. Big dicks twitching in the helpless, white men’s virgin bowels. Filling them with their hot, potent cum.

When the two men pull out jizz leaks and drizzles out of the greasers’ broken asses. Pale slime drips down their thighs. Both men continue to gasp and shiver from the aftermath of their assault.

Hector chuckles as he steps up behind the brunette. He slaps directly on the most red of the handprints left by Issac. Drawing a pained whimper. Obviously relishing the man’s humiliation

“Please...just let me go.” The greaser whimpers quietly. Barely responding as Hector grabs his white ass.

“I’m going to leave a hole in you.” The scarred man taunts. “Wide enough to drive our bus through.”

The Pom-aid tin clinks when the funny man tosses it on the table. He generously smears it on his big dick. Leaving it hungry and glistening.

The greaser weakly shakes his head. His eyes clench when he feels the tip of the big man’s cock press against his abused anus. The dread and shame is written on his face.

Hector’s hips thrust forward. The helpless man whimpers as the giant cock spreads his ass wide. Driving slowly deeper and deeper into the man. Until the greaser takes his second black dick.

Jonah pulls the blonde greaser off the table. Forcing him down to his knees. He grabs his dick and strokes to an erection.

Next to him the brunette greaser whimpers and begs. While Hector vigorously fucks him. “Please...please, sir...” The white man snivels.

The other punk looks weakly up at Jonah. No fight or courage left behind his eyes. “You are going to be a good bitch?” The handsome black man prods as he slowly strokes his ebony cock. “You’re going to suck real good.”

He taps his dick against the man’s cheek. Jonah slowly rubs the tip all over the man’s face. Leaving a thin trail of pre-cum in some spots. Finally he rubs his cock-head against the greaser’s lips.

Slowly the emasculated man’s mouth opens. Jonah grins as he slides a couple inches of dick inside. “Just suck on it like it’s your mama’s tit.” He guides the man.

Still cowering near the wall, Timothy stares on with sick fascination. Amazed as the man’s cheeks contract and expand as he suckles the black dick in his mouth.

Jonah moans appreciatively as another ’man’ gives him a blowjob. The black man periodically gives the helpless greaser directions. Teaching him to be a better cocksucker.

Titus steps over to Timothy. Standing above the little, white boy like a Greek statue cast in ebony. His hanging dick still enormous, even flaccid. He forces the teen’s legs to spread with his bare foot.

“You like watching white bitches get taught their place?” He sneers down at his roadie. The white boy has an obvious, if small, erection inside his tightened slacks.

“N...no.” Tim tries to protest. The big man just scoffs and strides away.

Eventually the submissive blonde man’s eyes flutter open wide. Jonah groans loudly as he cums down the man’s throat. Thrusting at the greaser, face fucking him through his orgasm.

Nearby, Hector deposits his own load with a grunt. Re-filling the brunette greaser’s ass with the jizz of a black man. He yanks on the man’s slick hair as he finishes his thrusts. Forcing his head up. Letting the white man’s whimpers fill the room.

In minutes the four band members have dressed. They drag the greasers out of the stock room, back into the alley. The two punks barely make a sound as they are tossed into a stinking dumpster. Cum leaking out of the ruined men.

The band heads back to their vandalized bus. Issac sighs forlornly at the mess. “Let’s get her out of here. We can clean up tomorrow.”

Soon the ‘Silver Lining Quartet’ rumbles off into the night.

The next day Issac drives them to a junkyard a couple towns over. The group spends the day searching for bulbs and windows, stuff to fix up their ride. In the afternoon Jonah and Tim walk to a hardware store and purchase paint.

It takes two days to fix all the damage. With the big bus driver grumbling the entire time. Tim makes sure to do what he can to stay out of his way. He doesn’t want to irritate Issac any worse than he already is.

When he can’t avoid him, Timmy finds himself getting shoved or slapped. He is called a pansy or a Twink. Even Hector and Titus seem to get irritated by his presence. They don’t quite rise to physical abuse, but they do spit similar insults.

Everyone calms down when the bus is finally repaired. Their stress noticeably lowering the further they travel away. Even treating Timothy better. As if nothing had happened at all.

For the next few days Timothy ponders his place with the band. They had been kind enough to take him under their wing when his dad kicked him out. Have given him a spot to sleep, even fed him.

Things seem like they have started to turn sour lately, though. From the degrading insults to physical aggression. His shameful night with Laila also seems to have caused a tailspin in his already weak ego.

Part of him wishes he would just leave. What would he do, though? Where could he go? He feels beholden to the Alpha black men. Even more, he feels submissive to them. He never seems able to refuse any of their requests. Even degrading commands.

That weekend they ask the most humiliating act from him yet...

The Friday night club is a small one. There isn’t even a dance floor. Just a room with a small stage packed with tables. The club makes a high profit on homemade liquor. But they were down a couple waitresses.

“Sorry boys,” The fat, black owner announces as the band sets up a couple hours before opening. “I‘ll only be able to pay you half what we discussed. With only two girls to serve, the take is going to be way down.”

Jonah’s eyes sparkle as he rubs his chin. “What if we could get you an extra girl?”

“Where are you gonna...” Titus looks confused.

Jonah talks over the bigger man, “Or something resembling a girl.” The grin he turns toward Timothy seems slightly cruel.

The small white boy’s gaze shifts from man to man confused. “A little skirt and a wig...” Jonah trails off inquisitively.

“Yeah, I guess.” The fat owner frowns. He looks Tim up and down. As if seizing him up. He snaps his fingers at one of the waitresses. She rushes off, coming back with a box. The black club owner opens it up.

Out of the open box, he pulls a small pile of clothes. “These should fit him.” The portly man offers. “Gonna want to shave any hair off. Or it ain’t gonna fool anybody.”

Jonah nods and takes the pile. “Do you have a good spot for him to change?” The man points to a janitor’s closet.

The handsome black man leads the white boy inside and closes the door behind them. The little room has a couple chairs, a sink with a counter. Shelves on one wall with cleaning supplies, and a big mop bucket. There’s just enough room for both of them to stand.

“I...I don’t know if I can wear this.” Timothy trembles, holding the skimpy cocktail dress.

Jonah shakes his head with just the hint of a frown. “You are going to have to suck it up.” He suggests. “Isaac is still unhappy. You don’t want him to take it out on you.”

The tiny janitor’s room seems even smaller as the white boy nods unhappily. The walls seem to close in on him as the handsome black man steps out. Tim sets the dress on a little counter next to the rusty sink. He knows he has to do what he can to keep his friends happy.

He strips out of his clothes. Sitting on the old wooden folding-chair. He carefully shaves the fine hairs off his slender legs. Each scrape of the blade sending an odd shiver through him. He even shaves the few hairs he has around his groin. Then he picks up the pink panties with a frown.

Even in the dim glow of the single bulb, the silk panties shimmer. Timmy shrugs to himself and steps into them. They feel smooth and cool as they glide up his newly smooth legs. He shivers as they settle against his crotch.

After a long moment, he looks up. Catching his eye in the mirror. Timmy sees himself standing in the small room. Wearing

pink, girly panties. His eyes begin to blur with tears as he grabs the dress. Anything to cover that horrible image up.

He struggles to get the little server’s dress on. It feels tight and binding in odd places around his chest. Probably to help support breasts he doesn’t have.

The wood chair rattles as he sits back down. He grabs one of the stockings. He shivers again as he slips his right foot into the rolled-up silk. Then he slides it slowly up his smooth leg. Sending strange, erotic tingles up his spine to burst in his scalp.

The dark stocking settles high up on his thigh. Black silk against his pale white skin. Just a couple inches from his shiny, pink panties.

Sliding the other stocking up his left leg offers similar feelings. His little penis twitches a strange excitement under the woman’s underwear. Timmy gulps uncomfortably.

The red high-heels slip onto his feet surprisingly easy. What isn’t easy is keeping his balance when he stands. Tim has to grab the old sink to keep from falling over in the unstable shoes.

He stumbles out of the janitor’s closet. Tipping over as he takes two steps. Only to fall into Jonah’s arms. The black man catches him with a smile. Holding him in a light hug.

“Woah!” The handsome man chuckles. “Looks like you need some practice.”

The bigger man lets the hug linger. Timmy squeaks when he feels a strong hand slip under the back of his short dress. His breath comes quicker with a distressing excitement.

Jonah squeezes the white boy’s round ass. “Just like a bitch.” The black man grins down at Timmy.

Stumbling against a wall for support, Tim pushes his way out of the unwanted embrace. The black man’s eyes on him like a hungry predator. It takes a moment for the teen to steady himself.

“Why don’t you practice walking up and down the bar.” The black man suggests in such a way to make it clear it’s a command. “Then it will be time for your makeup.”

“Muh...makeup?” Timmy gasps to the handsome man’s widening grin.

“I told you,” Jonah informs him. “You have to look the part.”

Soon, Timmy is walking back and forth in the bar. Getting steadier and steadier on the red high-heels. He feels humiliated as the club’s crew gets ready for the evening. Tossing glances his way. Even chuckling sometimes. Obviously laughing at him.

By the time he feels he is getting used to walking, one of the server girls taps him on the shoulder. “Time to get painted.” The cute girl grins mischievously.

Carrying a leather case, she leads Timmy back into the janitor’s closet. She points at the chair ordering him to sit. Then she opens her case on the counter next to the sink.

Sitting patient and still, Tim lets the pretty black girl apply makeup. She brushes something on his cheeks. Then gently against his lashes and around his eyes. Everything feels both strangely erotic as well as emasculating.

“Pucker up.” The cute girl orders. She pulls out a stick of lipstick, twisting it to reveal the red tip. Then she grabs Timmy under the chin. Lightly squeezing his cheeks.

The lipstick seems to tingle across his sensitive lips. It sends shivers up and down his spine. His little penis gets hard in his silk panties as she rubs the stick on his lips.

He sits patiently as she arranges a curly, blonde wig on his head. The curls bounce around at the edge of his vision as he moves. The golden strands are distracting, always drawing his attention.

When he stands, his gaze catches himself in the mirror over the sink. His tummy flutters with a perverse excitement. It’s not a

reflection of Timothy in the mirror, but some cute white girl. The boy he was is completely gone.

When they step out of the closet Jonah and the band give him some wolf-whistles. Making the teen blush deeply. His erection twitches in his pink panties.

The other serving girls explain how to deliver drinks and take orders. Finishing just as the first customers start to trickle in. More than a handful of interested gazes fall on the new ‘white girl’ waitress.

His tummy flutters with anxiety as the girls start moving. Then he is given his first order. He rushes to the bar and picks up a wooden platter with drinks on it. Heading to his first table.

As the band plays, the white boy timidly carries trays of drinks through the crowded tables. The excited black crowd swaying to the jazz beat of the band. He has to keep repeating table numbers in his head to keep orders straight.

It isn’t long before the first bold hand gooses his round bottom. Eagerly reaching down to pinch his soft orb. Drawing a surprised squeak from the cross-dressed boy. Nearly causing him to spill his tray.

It’s not the last. By the end of the three hour set Timmy has been accosted dozens of times. Pinched often enough to leave his rear throbbing with pain. He had to shrug off numerous catcalls. He even ignored a few lewd offers. Suggestions of what the white teen could do with big black cocks.

When they leave the next day, Jonah chuckles and tosses a bundle of clothes in Tim’s lap as he enters the bus. “Club owner donated your costume. In case we need you to dress up again.”

All four band members share a hearty chuckle as the boy’s cheeks blush crimson.

——-

“Hey! I know that building.” Timmy nearly gasps when he sees a church he recognizes. Then a shiver of dread runs through him. The bus is rumbling through his hometown.

Jonah moves up the bus and settles next to the white teen. “That’s right.” He nods down at Tim. “We picked you up near here.” The black man pats Tim’s shoulder. “We have a show downtown.”

All the boy can do is nod and swallow hard. He didn’t know there was a jazz club in town. Especially not one that hosted black bands.

“Do you want to stop in and see your dad?” The handsome man asks ruefully.

“We could punch his face in.” Isaac chimes in from the driver’s seat.

Timmy actually ponders for a moment. “N...no. I’d rather not even see him.” After a long pause he suggests, “I wouldn’t mind seeing Deborah again, though.”

Jonah nods, “We could take time to make a stop.” He gives a friendly grin.

With excitedly given directions, Issac turns the bus toward the Jewish girl’s street. Timmy gets more and more excited. His tummy fluttering with nerves. Would she be happy to see him?

With a grinding of old gears, the bus chugs to a stop outside the girlfriend’s house. Tim practically leaps out in his excitement. His new friends following distantly behind. The black men and their bus are obviously out of place in the white neighborhood. They can practically feel people staring at them from behind closed curtains.

After an eager rap on the grey, wooden door Tim waits with baited breath. It feels like forever since he has seen her. He feels so different from the boy he was last time he gazed into her eyes.

“Timothy!” Deborah squeals when she opens the door.

The cute, Jewish girl nearly knocks him over when she rushes to hug the skinny teen. She wraps her arms around his neck, pulling Tim close, squishing her large breasts against his chest. Happily, she plants a big kiss on his cheek.

All too soon, Deborah steps back from him. Before he can even return her hug. “I worried you would never come back.” She tells him.

After nervously clearing his throat, Tim tries to explain, “Dad kicked me out. So I had to hit the road. My...my friends helped me out, though.”

Deborah gasps quietly when she notices the four black men. Jonah gives her a friendly smile and Hector gives a little wave. The cute girl gulps a couple times, obviously at a loss for words.

“Well, uh...well...I just wanted to make sure you were ok.” Timothy continues awkwardly. Deborah only seems to be half listening. “And...and to let you know I’m doing fine. We...we are just passing through, though...don’t have much time...”

Not quite paying attention, Deborah blushes deeply when her gaze meets Titus. The big man grins confidently. His eyes seem to corner the white girl like a bunny in a trap.

“Muh...maybe...” Deborah gasps. Her hand flutters up to her chest. “Would you like to come in? For...coffee.” Her gaze snaps back to Tim. Almost as if shocked to find him on her porch. “My parents aren’t home.” She explains.

“Well...uh...” Timothy blinks hard.

Titus shoves his way past the white boy. “Yeah, we’d like that.” He places a big hand in the small of the girl’s back. Gently but

firmly turning her around, and guiding her into the house. Everyone else follows quickly after.

The front room is dark, mostly lit by the half-curtained window and a hall light. It has a small table with a pair of chairs, a blue, upholstered couch, and a big padded chair. A large family portrait stares down from one wall.

“This is Jonah.” Titus gestures to the handsome man, introducing him. Then the big man gestures to the other band members, “Isaac, and Hector.” He finishes.

“I’m...I’m Deborah.” The white girl nearly whispers. She starts to step away from the giant trumpet player.

Titus grabs the small Jewish girl and pulls her against his body. She has to look nearly straight up he is so much taller than her. “You ever been with a real man, girl?” He asks gruffly. Though with a grin.

“Well...once.” She answers, glancing timidly at her boyfriend.

Timothy has a flash of his father’s big dick plunging in and out of the pretty girl. Did she enjoy that? He wonders. Does she want to...fuck his new friends.

“Why don’t you go get us some refreshments.” Titus suggests/orders. “Be a good hostess.”

“Yuh...yes. Yes, of course.” She nods. Then she prances off toward the kitchen.

The four musicians share sly grins. Jonah pats Timothy on the shoulder. Then guides him toward the large couch.

Titus strips fully. Tim gasps when he sees the man’s dick just boldly hanging between muscular thighs. The big man turns the stuffed, brown recliner to face the kitchen. Then sits in it, spreading his legs wide. As if putting his dick on display.

The other men just lounge around. They casually blend in with the background. An air of smug superiority settling on them. One that Tim does not share.

When she returns, Deborah squeals with shock. She nearly drops the tray of drinks she carries in her trembling hands. She stammers incomprehensibly for a moment. Her eyes locked on the big man’s crotch. Her attention caught by Titus’s dick.

Timothy wishes she would look away. That she would demand they leave. Tell them how offended she is. Instead, the Jewish girl jumps and gasps when the big dick twitches, slowly getting harder.

“I think he likes you.” Titus almost tauntingly announces. “Um...um...um...” Deborah just stands, stunned.
Titus points at the ground between his spread legs. “Kneel.” He

orders roughly. Timothy has to stop himself from following the big man’s command.

The white girl doesn’t even try. She almost eagerly drops to her knees before the big man. Placing her hands on his dark thighs. “You want to give my big dick a kiss, girly.” It’s an order not a

question. Deborah nods her head anyway.
Tim whimpers as his old girlfriend leans in and noisily kisses

the dick’s nearly pink tip. Then she looks up at the black man. Nibbling her lower lip and eagerly waiting for his next command.

“Give it a good pet, and more kissing.” Titus grins down.

Everyone is silent as the girl slowly fluffs Titus cock to fullness. With gentle stroking and even gentler kisses. He caresses the back of her head and tells her to lick it like a lollipop.

“Like this?” Deborah asks. Taking long licks up and down the black dick. Her pretty eyes fluttering up to his. Longing for the black man’s approval.

“You like the girl you love serving a strong black man?” Jonah asks Tim in a whisper.

There is a quiet croak as Tim tries to deny it. He finds his throat to be dry as a dessert, though. He looks down in shock. Jonah’s fingers gently brush the white boy’s little erection through his slacks.

“You don’t let it worry your little pansy mind.” The handsome man assures him. “This isn’t our first cuckolding endeavor.”

Deborah gulps loudly as she takes four inches of black dick in her mouth. Obviously happy to be sucking her first cock. Titus leans back and quietly groans his pleasure.

“Usually it’s husbands and wives.” Jonah informs the boy. “But we can make do with your girl, here.” He grabs the teen’s waistband. “I’m sure you will love it.”

Jonah yanks the white boy’s pants and underwear down to his knees. Revealing his tiny erection to the room. The black man gives the tip a hard pinch.

As Timmy hisses in pain, Jonah explains, “You refuse to stand up for yourself. You don’t even stand up for her.” He points at Deborah.

Titus pulls the girl’s face off his cock by her curly, brown hair. Then he lazily open-hand slaps her across her cheek. Causing the white girl to gasp, more from excitement than pain. When the big man pushes her back to his crotch. She eagerly sucks as much black dick into her mouth as possible.

“We know you are just a sissy.” Jonah continues with a confident smile. “You don’t just work with us.” He pinches the boy’s penis even harder. “You serve us.”

Titus groans loudly as he cums. Deborah coughs and sputters, her mouth filling with jizz. She pulls away, only to have the black dick spurt it’s slime on her face as she gags cum.

The other men stand up as the Jewish girl slumps back on her ass. Still sitting on her knees. Jonah hands her a handkerchief to wipe her face. Then the band members begin tugging at her clothes.

The boys are not gentle. Her orange blouse rips, sending buttons flying. Her white, satin bra is revealed underneath. A generous amount of pale cleavage between the shimmery cups. She gasps and whimpers at the rough handling.

Isaac lifts her skirts. Deborah turns to look back over her shoulder as his rough hands squeeze her round bottom. Jonah pulls her shirt the rest of the way off as Hector squishes her breasts through their satin shield. Then heaves the bra away from her chest. The straps snap and her bountiful orbs tumble free.

As her head whips forward in shock, Isaac grabs a handful of her lacy, white panties. She bends over nearly double at the force of her underwear tearing away as the big man yanks. The girl squeals as her panties are stripped and dropped in a ruined pile near her shirt and bra.

Timmy finds himself jerking his tiny erection with his thumb and forefinger. Jonah is right, he doesn’t have the courage to stop this. Or even to speak up. All he can do is watch passively.

Deborah looks uncomfortable, half kneeling, bent over the seat of one of the wooden chairs. Now only clad in her skirt. Her ass is tipped in the air and her head hangs low. She breathes slow and heavy, excited. Isaac slowly rubs his dick up and down her wet pussy from behind.

The chair creaks dangerously as the big man shoves his dick deep inside the white girl. She whines loudly with pleasure. Her hands grabbing desperately at the chair legs.

From her front, Jonah taps his dick against her head. She looks up as she gets pounded from behind. “Tell me you want it.” The handsome black man demands.

“I want it.” She gasps. “I want it!” She grabs his dick and guides it to her mouth. Eagerly choking it down.

From his spot on the couch, Timmy tugs his little erection faster and faster. He doesn’t think he will last much longer. His shame and humiliation mingles with his excitement and lust.

Over the next few minutes Deborah is fucked on the chair. Taking a black dick at each end. Isaac from behind, slapping her cute ass red. Jonah face-fucking into her throat. Her hair wrapped painfully around his fist.

The handsome man’s balls slap wetly against her chin as he thrusts into her face. He groans his pleasure at using the white girl. His eyes closed in near bliss.

“She’s a great fuck, Timmy.” He chuckles. Looking over at the sissy.

On the couch, the boy is now frantically jacking off. He even slaps his large balls with his free hand. Obviously causing himself pain, but he feels compelled to preform the self abuse.

Tim whimpers as he shudders through a degrading orgasm. His little wee spurts and drizzles cum over his fingers and thighs. His gaze locked on his double-teamed girlfriend.

Soon Deborah coughs up jizz when Jonah finishes. His cock deep in her gullet. Isaac slaps her ass one last time. Cum drips out of her well used cunt as he pulls his softening dick from her fuck-hole.

Isaac grabs Timmy by his hair, forcing him to stand. “Gonna put you in your place, bitch.”

The white girl shivers through the aftershocks of an orgasm. Still coughing slightly. She looks dazed. The two black men

high-five with a grin as they wander away from her. Hector steps close. Ready for his turn.

When the scarred man grabs her curly, brown hair the girl whimpers like a trapped bunny. He pulls her off the chair. Forcing her to her knees.

Isaac drags the whimpering sissy over. “Present them.” The big man orders.

Timmy blinks back tears as he squats uncomfortably. He lays his large scrotum on the hard wood of the chair. Right in front of Deborah‘a face. He shivers with fear.

With a sneer, Isaac grabs the back of Tim’s neck with one strong hand. Keeping him in place. His other big hand covers the boy’s mouth. Then he lifts his left leg up.

White, hot pain explodes through the white boy as the black man stomps down. Crushing Timmy’s oversized balls. Isaac chuckles as the boy screams into the big, black hand.

“It helps keep your pansy in his place.” Hector whispers in Deborah’s ear. Making her shiver with a perverse excitement.

After a couple more stomps, Isaac tosses the boy toward the couch. The sissy curls up around his pain. Isaac pulls Deborah’s hair. Forcing her to stand. He quickly yanks her skirt to the floor. Controlling her every movement by his grip on her brown curls.

Hector forces her to the large front window. His rough hands spread the curtains apart. Then he pushes her up against the glass. She gasps at the smooth cold against her plump breasts, smooth tummy, and curvy hips.

Deborah leans her cheek against the cool window. Ashamed to have her naked body flaunted before the neighborhood. Thankfully, the big bus offers some modesty. Though not if someone walks past on the sidewalk.

From behind, the big man lifts her slightly and impales her on his dick. She moans loudly as he fills her up. Her tits rub against the window. Her nipples almost as hard as diamonds trying to cut the glass.

The scarred man takes his time with the cute girl. He thrusts slow and deep inside her. Driving her to another gasping orgasm. For a moment she doesn’t care how she looks in the window as she loses herself in her wanton bliss.

When Hector finally finishes with her, he pulls out and slowly lets her slip to the floor. She drops to the carpet next to Tim. Cum from multiple black men dribbling out of her well used cunt. If she wanted to, she could reach out and hold the boy’s hand.

The four band members rest for a few moments. Pleased with the afternoon antics. The sissy moaning around his pain. While the boy’s girlfriend still moans her pleasure nearby.

Finally, Titus shakes both teens with his big foot. “I want you to go get a measuring tape, girl.”

Deborah sits up. “Well, uh...I think my father has one out in his shed.” She starts to reach for her skirt.

Titus nudges her clothes away from her with his foot. “Go get it naked.” He orders.

“Ow...outside?” She gasps, shocked. The black man nods with a cruel grin.

The cute girl nods as she stands up. She tiptoes to the back door. As if already sneaking. She opens it a crack, peeking out. Then she rushes across the backyard. Nude.

“Time to get up, Timmy.” Jonah helps the sissy to his feet. Still in pain, but unwilling to disobey.

The back door creaks open as Deborah rushes in looking back over her shoulder. Her perky breasts jiggling as she moves. Her

naked body still glistens with a light sheen of sweat from the rough sex.

“I...I think Mr. Henderson may have seen me.” She whines as she turns toward the band.

Titus grins, “You got it?” The cute girl holds up a measuring tape. “Great. Get over here. On your knees.”

The four men gather around her in a circle. Isaac pulls Tim by his arm and makes the boy stand next to his girlfriend. The boy already looks ashamed, naked next to the big men.

“Measure him.” Titus orders. “Then measure us.” He sneers down at the sissy. “Show him why you choose us.”

Deborah nods, grinning slightly. She pinches the tip of his soft, little penis. Then holds the tape measure up to it. “Just over an inch.” She announces, looking up at the circle of black men.

Then she turns to Hector. She grabs his flaccid cock, giving the tip a quick kiss. Then she holds the tape up to it. Stretching it along the length.

“Five inches.” The white girl grins.
“And that is?” Titus asks.
With a nod Deborah answers, “Much bigger than Tim. Five

times bigger.”
“Bigger than Tim’s what?” Titus prods.
She blinks a few times. “Than...Tim’s pathetic nub?” The big

man grins and nods happily. She looks her boyfriend deep in his eyes. “I can’t believe I ever thought you might be able to satisfy me with this.”

Deborah pinches his aching penis again. Harder this time. The white boy blinks back tears at this painful humiliation.

She moves from band member to band member. Kissing and measuring each of their big cocks. Each time also pinching and

measuring Timmy’s teeny weenie. Loudly letting him know how little he is compared to the real men.

When she has finished measuring all the penises Titus grabs her and shoves Timmy onto the couch. The big man hugs the white girl close. “Time for round two.” He chuckles.

Timmy has to sit on the couch and watch. For him the morning drags on and on, a seeming eternity. The band fucks Deborah over and over. A nightmarish vision of his obvious inadequacies.

As minutes turn to hours Tim enters a near fugue state. Lost in a haze of pain and humiliation. Only truly glimpsing brief moments of the carnal acts before him...

Titus towers above Deborah. He strokes his big dick against her face. The white girl opens her mouth expectantly. Obviously yearning for his gift. Her body shivering from constant stimulation.

Groaning, the black man orgasms. He shoots his hot cum in messy spurts across her pretty face, in her hair, even in her gulping mouth. She gropes and rubs her own perky breasts in her lustful excitement.

One of her slender hands reaches down. Slipping between creamy thighs. Her yearning fingers searching...

The brunette teen bounces up and down on Jonah’s lap. Her arms wrapped affectionately around his neck. He sits on the large, upholstered chair. Happily squeezing the girl’s tits. She moans and gasps between kisses with the handsome black man.

Hector bends his knees, almost kneeling behind her. He rubs lube between her asscheeks. Then spreads them apart to make room for his black dick.

With a whimper and then a squeal, Deborah arches her back. Hector slowly buries his cock in the girl’s ass. Her body begins to

shudder violently as she takes it all. She leans her head against Jonah’s chest as she orgasms...

Issac holds the exhausted girl as easily as a doll. Her legs are wrapped around his hips and her arms around his thick neck. He holds her up against his muscular body with one hand on her back and the other cupping under her ass.

They fuck, with him just holding her in the air. His big dick plunging deep in the gasping girl. Isaac obviously relishes in his total control of the white girl. His grunts getting louder and wilder as his orgasm approaches.

His head flys back and he growls as he cums. He fills her so completely that pale jizz drips out and onto the floor. She just whimpers quietly at getting used like a sex doll again.

Carefully, the black man sets Deborah on the ground. Then Isaac lets the spent girl slump to the floor. Timothy stares down at her with a mixture of shame and disgust. The girl he thought he loved, now soiled and used.

The black men had taken their pleasure from her. Then just discarded her. Tossed her like so much trash. Her pale body sweaty and spotted with drying cum. They had used her for hours.

And she enjoyed every minute...

——-

A few days later, and some towns down the road, Timmy is told to dress as a waitress for another club. Though, this time they weren’t missing any waitresses. The band just seemed to want to make him do it because they could.

As if they are now taking open pleasure in Tim’s humiliation. As if they enjoy watching him treated like a girl. As if they no longer even pretend that Timmy is a man.

The day after, Tim finds himself walking into a rundown department store. Jonah and Hector escorting him in with grins on their faces. They had refused to tell the white boy what the ‘surprise’ was.

“We think it’s time to ‘freshen up’ your wardrobe.” Jonah announces as he sweeps his arm before him. As if offering the whole store to the boy.

Hector grabs Tim’s elbow and guides him through the isles. “A very special wardrobe.” The scarred man chuckles.

Timmy’s tummy flutters as they step into the ‘Women’s Clothes’ section. Racks of dresses and skirts and blouses surround them. Tim looks around wildly. He starts to speak up. To protest, only to gulp it down when Hector scowls down at him.

“Get naked.” Jonah orders gruffly. “You don’t need to bother with the changing rooms.”

Looking around, Timmy sees a half-dozen black women shopping nearby. A couple are already frowning at him with disapproval. Unwanted, his little penis begins to throb in his pants.

“Now!” Hector barks at him.

Quickly, the white teen strips among the womenswear. In full view of some of the wide-eyed women. When he pulls his underwear off, his little erection pops out. His cheeks redden with humiliation when he hears the women gasp.

“It’s so small.” He hears someone whisper loudly.

Jonah begins holding dresses up against the white boy’s body. Grinning at ones he likes. Clucking his tongue at clothes he discards. Quickly moving through a selection of outfits.

Shamefully, Timmy begins to try on the clothes that the handsome man approves of. A series of cute dresses, skirts, and sexy shirts. His little twig stays hard the whole time.

It isn’t until they make him try on lingerie that he starts sniffling. Blinking back tears and shivering as Hector frowns down at him.

“Shut up and try them on, sissy.” The normally jovial man growls. He lightly backhands the teen across the cheek. Making the boy reel away.

“Suh...sorry.” Timmy whimpers.
“Sir!” The black man barks.
The teen nods timidly. “Sorry, sir.”
Timmy pulls on a pair of sky blue, silk panties. It fits snugly

around his round bottom, and tightly over his large scrotum. He whimpers with shame as some shoppers laugh out loud.

“What a pansy!” The sissy hears.
“Did you see his tiny pecker?”
“The little shit looks ridiculous.”
The white boy’s erection rubs against the silk as he pulls on a

matching training bra. The blue silk feels strangely binding across his chest. With straps and cloth cinching tightly in uncomfortable places.

Hector chuckles while Jonah pulls out more lingerie. “Try these stockings.” The scarred man orders.

Timmy nods as he leans down. He pulls the black stockings up his smooth legs. Jonah has made him keep his scrawny body shaved. In case they needed him to serve again.

The stockings settle snugly around his thighs. Compressing his legs in a strangely erotic fashion. Making his already hard penis twitch with excitement in his panties.

Jonah hands him a matching garter. A strange lacy bundle that just seems to be made of straps. It takes him a long minute to figure out how to wear it. He cinches it around his hips, then

snaps it to each of his stockings. Tugging the black silk even higher up his pale thighs.

The sissy does a little spin for the two black men. Then he quickly strips. His relief at removing the sexy lingerie is short lived, though. Jonah hands him a lacy red nighty to try on.

Gradually Tim tries on a dozen sets of lingerie. His tiny weenie hard the entire time. Women shoppers frowning and tsk’ing at his shame. In the end, Jonah only picks out a few to purchase. Added to the small pile of dresses and skirts.

They make the sissy try on some pairs of high-heeled shoes. Walking unsteadily up and down the isles. Completely naked other than the shoes.

Finally, Hector guides the naked sissy to a secluded corner. Dragging a wooden chair with them. Jonah doesn’t follow, off to prepare a little surprise.

“Sit on the chair, backwards.” The scarred man growls. Timmy scrambles quickly to comply. “I want you to jerk your little bean, like the shameful twit you are.”

Trembling, Tim reaches down. He begins to tug on his little penis. Staring shamefully into the concrete corner as he masturbates.

Blinking back tears, the white boy can feel a pathetic orgasm rising quickly. Not noticing as Jonah shows up behind him. Leading four frowning black women. The white boy just tugs away, grunting quietly.

The black women each pull off a shoe. Sensible, flat bottom pumps, solid and heavy. Just the type of footwear for a long day of shopping and chores.

Shivering all over, the sissy cums. Drizzling his pathetic goo on the seat of the chair. He doesn’t hear the offended gasps of anger behind him at first. Then he panics when he hears...

“Pervert!”
“Foul pansy!”
“White...whore!”
“Worthless sex freak!”
Timmy starts to turn around, but the black men grab him.

Hector ties the boy’s arms around the back of the chair. Then gags him. Jonah reaches under Tim’s ass. He grabs the big, pale balls and pulls them backwards.

The black man has to make Tim shift backwards to properly position him. His round white ass near the edge of the chair. His chin resting on the hard chair back that he is forced to hug. His big balls pulled out behind him. Peaking out between white asscheeks. Laying vulnerable at the edge of the chair.

“Go ahead, ladies.” Jonah stands up announcing. “Show the sissy your displeasure.”

Timmy grips the hard back of the chair tight with his bound arms. Whimpering with anticipation at what’s about to happen. He blinks hard, tears drizzling down his cheeks.

“He really does seem like a naughty pervert.” One of the black women says. A round of agreement comes from the others. The woman lifts her shoe high.

With a loud THUMP! the shoe comes down hard. Smashing the sissy’s balls between the heel and the hard chair. The woman grins, sure she hears a faint crunch.

Timmy screams into his gag as she whacks his balls with the shoe a few more times. Hector has to pull the exuberant woman away. Only to have her replaced by the other three woman.

Shoes rain down on the sissy’s aching scrotum. The three women smacking over and over in a wild frenzy of punishment. The white orbs turn pink, then red, and finally purple from the assault.

“Ladies! Ladies!” Jonah finally ushers them away. “He has learned his lesson. I’m sure.” The handsome man waves them off.

All Timmy can do is clench the chair and sob. Any movement he makes is agony. His ruined balls throbbing with pain.

Before heading back, the black men make Timmy dress in a bra and panties under a cute sundress. Having tossed the clothes he came to the store in. He feels the eyes of everyone they pass as they walk down busy streets.

When they return to their motel room, Timmy finds his ‘friends’ had thrown out all his male clothes. “No more pretending, sissy.” Jonah announces with a grin. “Time to accept who you are.”

The white boy looks around at the grinning black men. He realizes his whole journey with them has led to this. They planned to emasculate him from the very beginning.

Why? He wonders. Just to humiliate him? As a cruel joke? “No.” Tim says quietly.
“What did you say?” Isaac asks with a low grumble.
Tim gulps, “I said no.”

“Listen you little shit...”
“I said no!” Tim’s voice rises bravely as the big man steps close. Isaac frowns, “You will do what you are told, and you won’t dare

talk back, bitch.”
“I SAID N...”
With a SMACK! Timmy spins and falls to the floor, tasting blood

in his mouth. He blinks back tears as he looks up at the black men.

“I warned you not to talk back, bitch.” Isaac growls. “Jonah been letting you get too uppity.” He unbuckles his belt. “Time to really put you in your place.”

Timothy shivers as the four men gather in a circle around him. Each pulling out their big dicks. He feels like a terrified bunny in a trap.

“Open that mouth.” Titus orders. Tapping the back of the boy’s head with his dick. “Let’s see what it can do.”

Blinking back tears, Timmy leans close to Isaac’s crotch. His dick is a dark slab of meat. Darker than the other three, with thick lightning-like veins reaching up the shaft. The tip is big, but actually a little smaller than his thick shaft.

The giant cock seems to burn in his fingers as the kneeling sissy gently grips its base. Tim presses his lips against the soft tip and gives it a little kiss. He whimpers when the hot slab twitches between his fingers. Obviously excited at the attention.

Timmy licks the tip a few times. Tasting the giant man’s pre-cum. He chokes back a sob as he tries to take it in his mouth. Only able to comfortably get a couple inches past his lips. He starts to stroke the thick shaft with his hand.

Remembering his lessons from Laila, Tim begins to moan. He figures the better he does, the quicker the big man will be finished. The sissy tells himself he doesn’t enjoy any of this.

He quickly ramps up the speed of jerking the big cock. His free hand reaching beneath to gently rub the hairy ballsack. His vision is now completely blurry from tears. The shame at what he’s doing making his body tremble.

On his knees, Timmy is a vision of submission. Giant black man towering above him, thick dick spreading his red lips wide, his white fingers stroking the black shaft, other hand gently caressing manly balls. All thought of defiance seems to have fled the boy.

The hairy, black balls throb almost violently in the boy’s hand. He can feel the thick shaft pulse horribly as it pumps. Then he feels the big dick splash cum into his mouth like a tidal wave.

With shock and surprise, Timmy gulps hard. He swallows the thick, bitter brew. His face scrunches with disgust, but when he tries to pull away Isaac grabs the back of his head.

The big man groans as he forces his thick, black dick deeper in the sissy’s mouth. “Keep jerking, bitch!” The man growls.

Tears fill his eyes as Timmy keeps stroking. Helping shoot hot cum into his own mouth and down his throat. His tummy rumbles, upset at the disgusting soup. His tongue can’t help tasting every drop that slurps past.

Finally the big man is finished. He pushes the white boy off and moves away. Grinning at the sissy’s humiliation.

Timmy slumps, still swallowing lingering gobs of jizz hiding in his mouth. His tummy continues to rumble in protest at the slimy meal it was forced to take. He blinks, dazed, as his ego crumbles. Leaving him disassociated from the world around him.

He doesn’t get to rest long, though. “My turn.” The lighter skinned Hector grabs Timmy’s hair and turns his head. His soft dick bouncing off the sissy’s nose.

The funny black man thrusts his hips at Tim. Rubbing his thick dick against the white boy’s face. Making the boy grimace with disgust and shame.

Hector’s cock hangs between his thighs. Six inches long and thick. Nearly as thick as Titus. A darker black than the rest of him, it almost looks like an un-cut slug.

Timmy glances up. His gaze crawling up the black man’s dominant form. Coming to connect with Hector’s vibrant gaze. Seeming to tower over the kneeling sissy. Like a great oak over an acorn.

With a despondent moan, Timmy grabs the man’s hanging dick. He gently, but firmly strokes it. Pulling the hood of skin from the

knobby tip. It is thick and chocolaty dark, though not thicker than his already stocky dick.

“Good.” Hector grins. “Now jerk me like a one legged girl in a dance hall.”

Timmy’s whole body shakes in time with his strokes as he begins to vigorously give the man a hand job. His fingers squeeze, sliding up and down the dark velvet shaft. He stares into the hole at the tip. Imagining what it will look like when it explodes with cum.

“Give it a kiss, girly.” The black man chuckles.

With a frown, Timmy presses his lips to the tip of the man’s cock. He can feel pre-cum spread against his skin. Tentatively he sticks out his tongue and tastes the foul goo.

The dick feels like hot iron as Tim suckles at the tip. He alternates kissing, licking, and sucking the spongy tip. His hands moving up and down the thick shaft. Pleasuring the scarred black man.

Hector doesn’t last long as the sissy takes a few inches of dick in his mouth. He soon fills the sissy’s mouth with steamy jizz. Moaning with pleasure as he orgasms.

Timmy chokes and coughs. Swallowing about half of the bitter load. The rest drizzles down his chin. With a few spurts splattering his nose and cheek as he continues to stroke the throbbing cock. Milking Hector for every drop.

The bigger man pulls away, buckling up his pants. Then tosses a handkerchief down at the white boy to clean up. Timmy slumps down as he wipes his face.

How could his life have turned worse than at home, Tim wonders. Tears filling his eyes again as he sobs. The white boy looks up when someone roughly pokes his side with a foot.

“Please...” the white boy whispers.

Titus sneers down at him. He grips his big cock and taps it against the sissy’s cheek. Smearing a line of pre-cum across the boy’s face.

“S...sorry. I’ll...I’ll be good.” Timmy simpers.

He grabs the prodding dick. Thinner and a few inches shorter than Isaac’s footlong, it still puts Tim’s penis to shame. It starts off as dark as the rest of Titus at the base. Maybe two inches from the tip it fades to a light mocha color. Then it turns nearly pink at the tip.

Timmy opens his mouth wide and takes a good four inches. Licking and sucking as the the big man grabs the back of his head by his hair. The sissy’s eyes go wide as Titus thrusts. Driving his dick deeper.

The black man grunts as he pulls Timmy’s head forward and thrusts his hips at the boy’s face. The little wimp panics and thrashes his arms as the tip of the dick pokes its way into his throat. Choking him.

The sensation of the cock driving deeper and deeper into his throat is horrifying. The boy slaps at the big man’s thigh thighs as he grunts. Thrusting deeper and deeper. Soon the man’s black balls come to rest against Tim’s pale chin.

The sissy makes odd chuffing noises as he tries to breath. He can’t though. Already he can hear a ringing in his ears. His nose buried in Titus’s curly pubic hairs. The hairy balls rubbing against his chin.

With a wide grin and a grunt Titus pulls his dick nearly out of the sissy’s throat. Only to thrust balls deep again. Quick this time now that Timmy’s virgin throat has been opened up.

The hairy balls slap wetly against the drooling sissy’s chin. Titus happily face fucks the kneeling wimp. Slowly building to his orgasm.

Timothy’s vision begins to darken as minutes pass without oxygen. Only cock. He can’t hear over the ringing in his ears. His already ineffective slapping at his abuser grows weaker and slower. He can barely even raise his hands.

Titus groans loudly as he cums. Shooting jizz directly down the sissy’s throat. His balls jerk, pressed against the boy’s chin as they throb. Delivering their load directly into his tummy.

Finally the big man pushes the nearly unconscious sissy off his softening cock. It slithers out of the white boy’s mouth like a black anaconda out of a hole. Glistening and trailing lines of drool from Tim’s red lips.

Timothy coughs and gags. Curled up on the floor. His mind nearly blank from the trauma. Cum leaking in a small line from the edge of his mouth.

Stepping close, Jonah wiggles his long dark dick at Timmy. Eight inches soft, it looks like smooth, crushed leather. Un-cut, the tip is still covered by foreskin. Just barely peeking out.

Totally broken, Timmy leans his cheek against the floor near the handsome man’s leg. He sighs, blinking hard, but he has no more tears to shed. Gently he kisses the man’s foot.

Slowly, the sissy laps and kisses the man’s foot. Degrading himself and showing his total submission. He begins kissing his way up Jonah’s legs. Swiftly reaching his thighs.

The black man’s uncut dick hangs down next to the sissy’s pale face. An ebony snake, skilled at making love to beautiful women. Now dominating the powerless white boy.

Timothy licks and kisses his way up to the man’s hairy balls. Dark and fuzzy, like two little afros. His tongue tickles and caresses the cleft between the man’s thigh and his dangling sack.

The musk of the handsome black man is nearly overpowering. Filling the sissy’s lungs with each breath as he sucks Jonah’s balls

into his mouth. Ignoring the fuzzy hair, Tim suckles gently at the seat of his manhood.

Jonah grins down at the white boy. He moans softly in appreciation of the pleasure the sissy offers. He grabs his long, un-cut dick. He dominantly lays it across the boy’s face. Right between his eyes. Causing him to blink as he sucks.

“Ha, ha!” Look at him!” Isaac guffaws. “The bitch loves it. The sissy is yanking himself.”

With horror, Timmy realizes the giant man is right. Without realizing it, he let his left hand slip between his own pale thighs. Now he is slowly yanking his pathetic wee as he sucks a real man’s balls. Unable to get hard after his ball torture, though.

Timothy thought he had no tears left to shed. Instead his eyes blur as he starts to sob again. He tugs on Jonah’s fuzzy balls with his lips as he sucks. While his left hand eagerly strokes his sad, little worm.

Gasping, Timmy’s mouth pulls away from the black man’s ballsack. His crushed scrotum flares in agony as his body trembles. He seems to be having some sort of ruined orgasm. Nothing drizzles out of his worthless penis, though.

“You aren’t done, bitch.” Jonah reminds him softly.

Timmy nods up at him. He reaches up and wraps both hands around his long cock. With fingers wrapped gently around a dark, black sausage. He leans forward and kisses the very tip. Still just peeking out of the folds of foreskin.

The long dick twitches between his fingers as he kisses. Tim runs the end of his tongue around the tip. Slowly sliding it under the foreskin as he circles. Slowly uncovering the flared dick-head.

The flap of skin pulls back from Jonah’s tip as Timmy begins stroking the growing erection. Jonah’s dick gets harder and harder, but only grows a little once it’s fully hard. Still an

impressive nine inches in length and much thicker than Tim’s pinky sized prick.

Timothy takes the end of the handsome man’s cock in his mouth. Slowly stroking the hard-on as he sucks and licks. Moaning softly, he moves one hand to the man’s balls. Gently caressing the fuzzy orbs in his slender fingers.

With his head bobbing up and down on another man’s dick, Timmy closes his eyes. The long cock pokes the back of his throat with each bob. Chocking him just a little each time.

Soon he feels the balls pulsate between his fingers. Pumping their foul load up the shaft. Exploding into the sissy’s mouth. Timmy chugs down the man’s slimy jizz as Jonah groans through his orgasm.

“I don’t think we can call you Tim anymore. Can we, cocksucker?” Jonah asks as he wipes the tip of his softening cock against the sissy’s cheek.

Timmy shakes his head no, forlornly. Hating to agree, but lacking any courage to resist. He just slumps over on his side. Wishing he were anywhere else.

“How about...Tammy?” Hector suggests. The other men all chuckle.

“Tammy it is.” Jonah nods. He uses his foot to shake the prone white boy. “You like that Tammy?”

All Tammy can do is nod...

——-

After the cocksucking party, Tammy finds wearing the women’s clothes easier. He doesn’t even put up a fuss when the band shaves his head and purchases a couple ladies wigs for him to wear.

He is ordered to act ladylike at all times. Except when lugging the band’s equipment. The sissy even has to smile and act happy and sweet, almost simpering.

If he doesn’t, then he quickly gets a backhand across the face. Always reminded his new place as the band’s toy. Their cocksucking bitch.

Two or three times a day Tammy suckles, slurps, and chugs black dick. Whenever the band feels like burning off some steam they just demand a moment of his time. He obediently drops to his knees and sucks.

The regular poker game seems to have gotten intense. Now both Jonah and Hector have two white chips each. Their games seem to be more about the ownership of the chips than the money.

All in all, the mood of the band seems to have improved. Their gigs more energetic, the crowds happier, their bonuses better. Almost as if they have a good string of luck.

The last couple shows had been especially successful for the band. The pleased boys drop a few dimes on a nice hotel suite. Two bedrooms flanking a central living room. With a little kitchenette, a comfy couch and comfortable beds.

After the show they bring a few girls back to the hotel. After a bit of drinking and dancing the four band members settle down to play poker again. The girls just lounge around, watching. A couple even suggest makeup tips for Tammy. Not recognizing him as a boy.

Tammy only distractedly watches as the four men play poker. Jonah quickly wins his third of the shiny white chips. The other men seem charged to win them back.

After an hour of playing though, Jonah hops up. “Got it!” He nearly shouts.

The handsome man stands. Deftly lifting his fist. He spreads the four white chips between his hands. Fanning them out like a deck of cards.

“I own your ass, bitch.” He grins. His eyes bore into Tammy’s.

The sissy’s tummy flutters. A strange sense of dread tingles across his skin. His mind tries to protect him from the truth. He doesn’t understand what the black man means.

Jonah grabs him by the elbow, forcing the teen to stand. Then he marches him into a bedroom. The band and women laughing behind them as Tammy struggles.

The door slams behind them with a shocking finality. The handsome man tosses the sissy onto the bed. His normally jovial, friendly face now implacable. Cruel. He begins unbuttoning his shirt.

“Strip to your underwear, cunt.” Jonah commands. His voice a growl.

“Ba...wah...what?” Tammy gasps. His right hand unconsciously grabs the top of his dress. Tugging it up.

After pulling off his shirt Jonah raises his right hand as a warning. “Get naked, NOW!”

Tammy nods and tugs off his sundress. Quickly revealing his petite, pale body beneath. As well as his silk panties and matching training bra.

“Drop and get me hard.” Jonah orders.

The bed jiggles as Tammy rolls off. Kneeling before the black man. He obediently leans in, almost bowing. The sissy gently grips the man’s big cock. Bringing it to his rosy lips.

Tammy softly strokes the foreskin back. Then kisses the revealed tip. His eyes flutter up, searching for approval from the towering black man.

Rosy lips work their way up and down the long shaft. The sissy kisses and nibbles the black dick, running his tongue from base to tip. A well experienced cocksucker now.

Jonah’s cock quickly gets erect in the sissy’s hands. He reaches down and grips the boy’s ears. Painfully forcing him to stand. He easily forces the white teen to lay on the bed, belly down.

“You are going to want to relax for this.” Jonah suggests. He scoops some vaseline into his hand. Then spreads the lube generously over his dick.

The mattress compresses as the the black man climbs on. He reaches down and grabs the seat of the boy’s pink panties. Squeezing and tugging up, forcing them up into a thong. The boy whimpers as his balls are squished.

With a grunt, the black man tears the panties away. Then he spreads the sissy’s asscheeks apart with his left hand. His right hand guides the tip of his cock in between them.

The hot, dick rubs against Tammy’s asshole. Slowly teasing the pansy’s sensitive bottom.

The teen isn’t sure what to do. Part of him wants to resist, but he has been too well groomed. He just submissively rubs the palms of his hands on the sheets.

Jonah holds his breath as he bears down on the boy’s ass. Increasing pressure as his dick slowly opens Tammy’s tight bottom. The sissy starts to moan in pain. His virgin rear doing its best to defend itself.

The sissy’s anus finally gives with a stinging pain...

Tammy squeals loudly as the big, black dick burns it’s way up his tight ass. He impotently tries to crawl away. His fingers scrabble at the mattress beneath him as he blinks through tears.

Grunting above the sissy, Jonah easily holds the struggling white boy in place. Inch by greasy inch he thrusts his cock deeper

and deeper into the feminized pansy. Until he finally feels his balls come to rest against Tammy’s round bottom.

“You took it all baby girl.” The handsome black man assures the sissy. Slowly caressing the boy’s hair. “You’re my good girl now.”

Neither of them move for long moments. Jonah relishes the feeling of being deep in the sobbing sissy. Savoring the boy’s total surrender. His control over the pathetic, white, pussy.

Underneath, Tammy suffers as the last of his ego crumbles away. With every sob his ass clenches painfully. Though it aids in his black master’s pleasure. The tight, white ass throbbing and squeezing around the big, black dick.

Slowly Jonah begins to pull out. Tammy whimpers at the strange feeling tingling through him. The big man only stops when the flared tip of his dick is left in the sissy’s rear. He reaches down and squeezes the pansy’s ass.

Then, with a grunt the big man thrusts fully into the squealing sissy. In-and-out the black man thrusts. Fucking the shivering white boy. His normally friendly face now twisted into a cruel smirk.

As he squeals and whimpers, Timmy’s voice cracks. Gaining an octave or two as his ass is ruthlessly pounded. Jonah grins as the sissy sounds more and more feminine.

The black man pulls his cock all the way out of the sissy’s gaping asshole. Tammy gasps in relief, believing for a moment that his ordeal is over. He rests his face on his hands, softly whimpering.

Jonah sits back on his knees. Then he grabs the white boy by the hips. Pulling Tammy to a kneeling position on his hands and knees. He smacks the boy’s round bottom hard. Leaving an angry red handprint on jiggling, pale flesh.

Leaning forward, the handsome black man shoves his dick back back into the sissy’s ass. Tammy squeals with pain. His thighs clench together as pain and excitement washes through him.

The black man gradually moves into a smooth rhythm of fucking the boy. His black balls slap against the sissy’s swollen scrotum. A constant little reminder of Jonah’s supremacy.

Reaching forward with his right hand, Jonah grabs the sissy by his hair. Yanking the boy’s head back hard. Drawing a gasp and a high-pitched grunt. Riding the white boy with glee.

The big man leans down to growl in Tammy’s ear. “Let’s hear you hit those high notes.”

Jonah stops thrusting with his big dick pulled nearly all the way out. Then he reaches down with his left hand and gently cups the sissy’s large balls. The black man licks his lips in anticipation, letting the moment linger.

When his head forced back, Tammy can only whimper quietly. His vulnerable balls held in the hand of a more powerful man. Waiting for the black man’s judgment.

When white-hot agony shoots though him, Tammy squeals loudly. His voice does hit a note he never could have before. Jonah’s grunt is lost in the boy’s screams as he crushes the fragile orbs and thrusts deep in the boy’s clenching ass.

Jonah rides the sissy for long, cruel minutes. He squeezes the ruined scrotum repeatedly. Making the squealing boy’s ass squeeze and clench pleasantly around his big cock.

Finally, the handsome black man groans loudly. He leans forward, forcing Tammy’s face into the mattress as he cums. His dick throbs deep in the boy’s ass.

Tammy’s eyes flutter. Blinking back unstoppable tears. He can feel every shot of hot jizz as it fills his abused ass. Another man’s cum proving his true place in the world.

Jonah rests on the boy. Letting his dick slowly get soft in the teen’s ass. Calling him a ‘good girl’ and caressing the sissy’s hair.

When the black man finally pulls out and heads to the bathroom Tammy’s body shivers. Hot cum drizzling out of his ruined ass. He clenches his eyes shut when he hears Titus enter the room. Knowing the big man’s turn will be even worse.

Knowing this will be the longest night of his life...

Years later, Deborah opens her own little jazz club using her parents money. She mostly serves a black clientele. Making sure that her customers know her white body is definitely on the menu.

Tammy’s ruined voice turns out to be a decent, husky singers voice. After a few lessons he becomes one of Deborah’s regular singers. Spending the rest of his time on his knees, serving dominant black men.

Just a jazz club sissy...