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The Sissy Tenant!

by Max Swan

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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.

The Sissy Tenant Copyright 2023 | GW Enterprises Publishing Company

Author: Max Swan.

*****

A month ago, Simon was happy and had a good job that he loved at a tech startup. He had a girlfriend whom he adored. Then one day, out of the blue, he was summoned to the HR Manager’s office. The words of Ms. Crusher still haunt his dreams and memories.

“I’m sorry, Simon, but the company is struggling in the current financial climate, and we need to let a few employees go,” she said, not sounding sorry.

His eyes bulged because he had been at the company since it started and considered himself an important cog in their product development.

“So, I’m afraid we have to let you go,” Ms. Crusher said with a cruel smirk.

“But why? I’ve been a good employee here,” Simon begged, his eyes welling with tears.

“You’ve made a small contribution here but don’t measure up in other areas. We need to ensure our employees have the stamina to get through the hard times, and quite frankly, we don’t think that’s you.”

She glances at her phone and smirks. Simon gazed down to see what she was looking at and thought he saw a picture of himself but didn’t see enough to know for sure because she swiped it away.

“What’s so funny,” he said with a frown.

“Oh, nothing. I was looking at a picture Bambi sent me,” she said, holding her smirk. “It’s very funny.”

Bambi is his girlfriend and a friend of Ms. Crusher. “I want to see it then,” he insisted.

“I promise you. There’s nothing there to see. It’s such a small thing,” Ms. Crusher said with that ever-annoying smirk. “Now, getting back to business, we will pay you to the end of the day plus four weeks’ severance pay. So you can go clean your desk out now and leave.”

That was it. Simon trundled back to his desk, packed his things into a box, and left. No one said goodbye. They just ghosted him to his face. He caught a few office ladies gazing at their phones and then at him and laughing in that mean way that makes one know it’s about them. He left the job he loved, a defeated andbroken man. However, things only got worse when he got back to his apartment.

“You’ve been fired?” Bambi screamed, waving her hands in the air.

Bambi was a woman that made a man tremble in her presence. She had long blonde hair that was usually tied up with large breasts, 40DD, that she was constantly flaunting. Bambi wears a low-cut blouse everywhere. Simon had often seen her go out with shirts that, if she moved too much, the edge of her nipples peaked over. What’s even more mouth-watering are her hips and ass. You can tell by looking at Bambi that she was built for fucking. She had wide, baby-making hips and an equally wide, round ass only covered by a thong. If anything, Bambi was not modest.

The poor man thought she loved him, but Bambi only lived with Simon because he provided for her the whole time they’d been together, paying for her shopping trips and appointments at salons. The woman paid for nothing, including the rent. She didn’t work either and never told him how she spent the hours he was working. Bambi certainly didn’t lift a finger with the chores around the apartment either. She made him do everything. Simon had even paid for her to go on holiday without him several times.

Despite his pleas for her to stop, she had never had a problem humiliating Simon in public or private, for Simon seemed to be batting way above his league having a woman like Bambi. People often laughed when they heard they lived together. It was because Simon’s physical attributes were less than appealing. Not the kind of man you’d expect to have a sex bombshell for a girlfriend. He was a blonde-haired, cherub-chubby guy with big puffy areolas and borderline man-boobs. He had a skinny but short dick with a head too big for its shaft head. Bambi always referred to it as his ‘tiny mushroom.’ Even hard, it was only four inches long on a good day. They were both the same height at five foot five.

“Well, you better start looking for another job immediately,” Bambi declared. “I won’t tolerate you hanging around here all day, moping about like some sad puppy. Besides, the new spring catalog is coming out soon, and I plan to update my wardrobe.”

“Yes, Bambi. I’m sure someone out there needs a good programmer,” he said with his head bowed. It hadn’t been a good day at all.

“You better hope so,” she threatened. “If you can’t support me, what use are you?”

He shrugged. “I suppose,” he said. He suddenly remembered the interview with Ms. Crusher. “Hey, what did you send your friend ‘Ball’ Crusher that was so funny?”

“Don’t call her that,” Bambi said snootily. “It’s rude.” “Sorry, but what did you send her?”

“Just a little something, or should I say, something little,” Bambi said and laughed. “Forget it. Now start looking for a job.”

“OK. OK,” Simon said and headed to find his laptop, so he searched the job vacancies online.

*****

What he hadn’t expected was how brutal the job market was now. The economy was in a recession, and he discovered several hundred other programmers were also putting their resumes in for every job he applied for. He did get a few interviews because his experience was solid, but he never got the job. He didn’t know that when they rang his former employer, they spoke with Ms. Crusher, who told them he was a poor performer, so they let him go. He couldn’t even get a menial, low-paying job as they always considered him overqualified or not physically capable of withstanding the rigors of the work.

As the weeks passed, the cracks in his relationship began to show. Bambi quickly became nasty and denied him any sexual release with her. She had zero tolerance for Simon’s crying, sadness, and moaning about being unable to find work. The woman made him leave the apartment every morning at nine and told him he could not come home before five unless he found a job.

“You won’t find a job sitting on your fat ass around here all day,” she’d say when Simon complained. “Get out there and meet people. Sell yourself.”

“I could always sell my body,” he said once to lighten her mood.

“Your body? You’d have to pay them to be with you. No one wants a little dick fatty,” Bambi shot back with a sneer.

Yet poor Simon kept going out and getting knocked back. He’d sit in the park or at a café when it was still too early to go home. Having to wait around twiddling his thumbs grew increasingly tiresome, and the man became frustrated. So one day, four weeks after he was fired, he decided to go home at two instead of five. ‘I don’t care what she says,’ Simon lied to himself. ‘It’s my apartment too. I pay the fucking rent.’

So, he walked that day, trying to muster as much manly swagger as he could (which isn’t much), waiting for Bambi to shout at him when he entered. Candles were burning, and sexy music played when he entered the apartment. Clothes were scattered over the floor and the sofa, and while he could see Bambi’s clothing, the others belonged to a man.

Simon could hear some faint moaning coming from the bedroom. He stopped and listened, and there was no doubt that those were the sounds of Bambi in pleasure. Her breathing was erratic, and every few seconds, he could hear her make erotic noises as she started to get close to an orgasm. Simon couldn’t believe his luck. ‘Sounds like Bambi is masturbating,’ he thought. She even had the door open so he could sneak in and watch her get off before he let her know he was home.

Just as Simon got to the door of their bedroom, Bambi cried out, “Oh fuck, Gimme some cock. I need that cock.’

Simon thought she was getting into her fantasy until he peeked into the room. There was just enough light in the bedroom for him to see Bambi lying on her back, legs spread as wide as possible, with a muscular black man between her thighs eating her pussy. At first, he was shocked at seeing his girlfriend like that, but instead of barging in and losing control, Simon stood there and watched while she pulled him up her naked body.

When he was in position, Bambi grabbed his ass and forced him to impale her with his big cock. Simon ogled at the sight of this phallus. He didn’t think it possible a man could have such a thing. It was so thick and veiny, and the head glistened a brownish- purple due to his pre-cum.

The black man got the hint because the moment he was inside Bambi, he started to pump her for all he was worth. He then reached down and started roughly pulling on her nipples while he fucked her. Bambi’s nipples are incredibly sensitive. Simon knew from experience that when she got her tits played with, her orgasm would not be far away. This time was no different. She immediately started to orgasm underneath the man as he pounded her cunt.

Just as her orgasm waned, he announced, “Oh, fuck. I’m cumming.”

“Pull out and cum on my tits,” Bambi moaned.

As he pulled his big black cock out of her cunt, she stroked him as he brought it up to her tits. He immediately started to shoot his jizz. The first shot landed on her belly, the next two hit her squarely on each tit, and then his spurts ended on her chin, with the final drops dribbling into her mouth while she stroked his softening cock.

While all this was going on, Simon was still standing in the doorway, watching silently. He then realized he was as hard as a rock inside his pants. He was divided on what to do. Part of him wanted to rush in there and kill both of them. But another wanted to sneak back out of the apartment and sulk about how emasculated he felt.

Simon entered the bedroom to find his girl still lying with the man, covered in semen. Her pussy gaped alarmingly; such was the size of that cock that pounded her brains out.

“So this is what you do when I’m not home,” Simon said, trying to sound mad.

Bambi’s eyes bulged as she noticed him standing there for the first time. “What did you think happened around here? It’s not like your baby dick could give me the fucking I need.”

Then she got up and started shouting at Simon. Bambi ridiculed him for his lack of masculinity, his tiny dick, and his inability to fuck her properly so loudly that most of the neighbors heard it. She reduced Simon to tears, who left the room to cry in the living room. He had to wait another hour and a half because she started fucking the man again, listening to noises he’d never heard her make with him.

Eventually, he hears the guy say, “I gotta go, Bambs. Good luck with the wimp.”

Bambi said, “He’s a loser, don’t even think about him.”

Simon quietly moved into the bathroom as the man dressed so the stranger would not see him. Eventually, he heard the man say, “Later, babe,” and left.

Simon exited the bathroom to find Bambi standing naked in the living room.

“I’m so done with you, Simon. I’m leaving. We’re finished. I need a real man, not a fucking broke baby dick sissy like you,” she screamed. “A man needs to be able to give me either a good dicking or have money, and you have neither. It’s over.”

He burst into tears. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Please don’t leave me,” but Bambi just laughed at him.

Bambi had already packed her bags, and once she had a quick shower, she left. The woman left behind clothes and possessions she didn’t want anymore. Now, Simon was alone and broke. But worst of all, it was rent day two days ago, and Simon had no money to pay for it.

With perfect timing, there was a loud knocking at the door. Simon froze because he recognized that aggressive knock—it was undoubtedly his landlord—old Carter Jackson. That man intimidated Simon like nothing else. A second, louder round of knocks at the door, and Simon knew he had no choice. Gingerly, he reached the door and opened it for his landlord.

*****

Carter Jackson stood imposingly before Simon, dwarfing him in height and weight. The man was in his 60s, solidly built, with a sizable and hairy belly. He had a naturally sour face, thick lips pursed peevishly, and glowering eyes with deep dark rings beneath them. He had bushy, overgrown eyebrows. He was a big man in all senses of the word. Jackson stood at about six foot four and was broad, with heavy wideset shoulders and a large overhanging stomach that bulged from underneath his slightly stained wifebeater.

He had deep ebony skin. His greying hair was thinning out, and his short grey stubble spotted his ugly face. Jackson had a large bulbous nose and crooked teeth. He was well over twice Simon’s age and twice Simon’s size.

By all comparison, Simon was barely even male. He’d always been short and chubby. Most of his height came from his long legs displayed by his shorts. Simon had soft features on his face, pouty pink lips, and blue eyes with shoulder-length straight blonde hair. He’d humiliatingly been mistaken for a woman briefly a few times. His body didn’t help, either. No matter what he tried, he’d never been able to change it. Simon had wide womanly hips.

He always had ‘bitch tits’ (as the bullies at school would call them) about A-cup size, with large areolas and nipples. He hated them with a passion and always felt so humiliated by them. To top things off, Simon had a fat ass too. It was large, round, and juicy, with the perfect mix of definition and plumpness. Many women would die for a body like his, and Simon hated it.

“The rent for this apartment is overdue,” Jackson stated, his large muscular arms crossed over his hairy barrel chest.

“I—Ah—Um,” Simon mumbled, cheeks flushed red.

Jackson walked in, barely brushing past Simon, who could smell the man’s strong body odor. The black man began walking around the small apartment as if he owned it, looking at various bits and picking up Simon’s belongings.

“You got the money or not? I know you lost your job, so don’t play with me, boy,” he said, staring at Simon from the middle of the apartment.

“Ah, no, I don’t. I’m sorry, Carter. Give me a few more days, please. I’ll get it,” Simon murmured, struggling to make eye contact.

“First, boy, show some respect. You call me ‘Sir’ or ‘Mr. Jackson.’ Second, look me in the eyes when you speak to me,” he commanded, sounding like he entered the room with no patience to lose.

“I’m sorry, sir. If you give me a couple of days, I’ll find your money, Mr. Jackson, I promise,” Simon said, looking into his landlord’s confrontational eyes.

“That’s better. Deference suits you. Two days, I’m back in two days. You best have my money, or you’re out,” Jackson said, shaking his head. “Where’s that hot little girlfriend of yours anyway? I miss staring at that ass. Damn, she’s hot.”

Simon’s cheeks flushed hard again. “Oh, she broke up with me. I just walked in on her cheating on me with some guy,” Simon admitted ashamedly.

Jackson couldn’t stifle his slight chuckle. “Damn, listen, little guy. That slut has been cheating on you for months, pretty much since you moved in here. She was always bringing guys back while you were at work. Ain’t nothing new, playa,” Jackson plainly said as he went to leave.

Simon began to cry, a steady stream of tears rolling down his cheeks.

Jackson shook his head consolingly. “It’s a damn shame, boy. That woman of yours was so fucking hot, and getting to check her out every day was one of the reasons I even let you live here.”

“I’m sorry to disappoint you, sir.”

“Remember: two days or you’re homeless, kid,” Jackson said and left, slamming the door behind him to leave Simon crying and alone.

Simon couldn’t believe Bambi had been cuckolding him in their bed all this time. He sat on the sofa, feeling he was about to have a nervous breakdown. ‘I’ve got two days,’ he thought. ‘I have to find a way.’

*****

The next two days of job searching, groveling to relatives and friends for money, trying to take out a loan, trying to pawn possessions—nothing. Even his credit cards were maxed-out thanks to Bambi. All Simon had in the bank was fifty dollars, well short of what he owed.

When Jackson hammered on the door again, he was in the same position as last time. Simon’s heart raced as he went to the door wearing tight fabric shorts and a tank top tight against his male breasts, with his long blonde hair in a ponytail. The nervous tenant opened the door to Jackson, who always wore a stained wifebeater, basketball shorts, and an unimpressed look. He didn’t speak this time, just walking in and sitting on the sofa, placing his bare feet on Simon’s coffee table.

“So, you’ve got my money, right, boy?” he asked as Simon stood in the living room, looking afraid and on the verge of tears. “Don’t you fucking cry again, can’t be dealing with that shit.”

“I don’t, sir. I’m sorry. I tried hard, I promise,” Simon’s voice was almost a whine, soft and weak.

“Well, shit. Looks who’s just become homeless,” Jackson said.

“No, please. Mr. Jackson, is there anything else I can do? I’ll do anything,” Simon pleaded pathetically with his landlord.

Jackson adjusted himself on the sofa and theatrically tapped his finger on his chin as if deep in thought. “Hmm, well, let me think. You know, I do miss seeing that slutty ex-girl of yours. Maybe, let’s say, if you have any good pictures of her, I could let you stay a little longer,” he said while grinning at Simon.

“Good pictures, Mr. Jackson?” Simon responded with a frown.

“C’mon, don’t be an idiot. Nudes. I’ve wanted to see that tight little twenty-year-old body ever since I saw her,” Jackson said, laughing. “Damn, she could make a man hard at a hundred paces.”

Simon felt a deep pang of guilt in his stomach. He certainly did have a large collection of Bambi’s nudes that he kept and was still regularly jerking off to them. Sharing them with this sixty- something-old black man felt wrong and taboo.

“I-I don’t know, sir. It doesn’t feel right. I’m not sure I can,” Simon said, shaking.

“Shame. Alright then, get your shit outta here. You don’t even have a rental contract with me, so, no notice. Get the fuck out now,” Jackson said, smiling at Simon, unmoving from the couch.

Simon’s heart pounded. He was rationalizing at the speed of light. ‘Bambi betrayed me first,’ he thought. It’s the only way I can stay. I don’t have a choice.’ A quiet part of him felt aroused by the idea of showing her off to this older black man.

“Wait, wait, please. I’m sorry. I’ll do it, sir. I’ll do it,” Simon said, defeated with his head hung low.

Jackson clapped his hands together, rubbing them with perverted glee. “Send ‘em, boy,” he barked.

He took his phone out, and Simon began to scroll through his pictures and videos folder. There was just so much lewd and indecent content of her in this folder. He decided it best to start with some tame bits, hoping that would sate Jackson’s perversion. He picked a few selfies with her huge tits clad in lingerie and one full body shot also in lingerie and hit send. The guilt struck back hard. Her face was in all those photos, and now this old creep had them.

‘What have I done?’ he wondered. ‘I could go to jail for revenge porn.’ Poor Simon did have a habit of becoming overly dramatic.

Jackson is soon scrolling through what Simon sent. “Fuck,” he said with raised eyebrows. “You’re fucking kidding me.”

Jackson’s eyes were wide as he devoured the pictures on his phone, zooming and rotating to get better looks at various aspects of her body.

“How the fuck did a pantywaist like you land a hot woman like this?” Jackson said, chuckling in sheer disbelief.

Bambi had a body built to fuck, and, by all accounts, Simon had been punching way above his weight by landing Bambi in the first place. She was incredible.

“I tell you what, you did good, kid,” he smiled wickedly. “This’ll earn you maybe ten more minutes in this place.”

“Ten minutes, sir? I’ll send more. I’ll send more,” Simon said, fiddling with his cell phone.

Simon couldn’t be homeless. He had no friends who’d put him up, and his family hated him. The prospect of living in his car made him shiver. Simon scrolled again through the folder, sending several photos to Jackson, who watched them gleefully as they rolled in. Photos of her with her tits out, photos of her doggy in tiny underwear. Simon could see Jackson groping at a large mass in his shorts, a truly huge bulge. Simon was rock-hard, too, but his four inches only made a small tent.

“Shit, she’s ridiculous. I should’ve fucked her while I had the chance,” Jackson groaned.

The big black man was breathing heavily now and wasn’t exactly hiding his slow rubbing motions along the swollen mass against his thigh. Simon tried his best but couldn’t stop glancing at that shape. He didn’t realize cock could be that big, it must’ve been at least four times the size of Simon, and this only made his little dicklette strain harder. Simon had never been attracted to men before and certainly wasn’t attracted to the ugly old man sitting on his sofa, but his arousal could not be overstated.

Jackson suddenly said, “Hey, did she leave any panties behind? Any dirty stuff? You go fetch them for me, and that’s at least another day you can live here, kid.”

Bambi had. There was a laundry basket full of her old clothes and several used panties. He knew because he’d used a few to jerk off with himself. Simon was too deep now, and he couldn’t refuse the offer of an extra day of housing.

“Yes, sir. I’ll go get them for you,” he said weakly.

Jackson watched the boy leave for the bedroom and couldn’t help but notice how large and round his ass was in his little fabric shorts, the way it wobbled slightly with every step he took. He felt his big black cock twitch.

Behind the bedroom door, Simon nearly broke down. What a mess he was in. ‘Where will this end?’ he wondered. His landlord now had so many exposing photos of Bambi, and all it had gained him was another day in the apartment. ‘I could blackmail Bambi into coming back with those pictures.’ The thought of that karmic retribution appealed to Simon’s quiet, darker side for a moment before he felt guilty again.

He calmed himself and went to the laundry basket, pulling out handfuls of his ex’s skimpy, revealing clothing. He found a few pairs of Bambi’s used underwear and gulped. There were a few varieties, but Simon picked the tiny little black thong that was one of her favorites. He also, for some reason, picked it because he thought Jackson would prefer the skimpiest and most revealing pair. ‘Maybe,’ he thought, ‘it’ll buy me extra time? Maybe Mr. Jackson likes the idea of me helping him get off?’ He returned to the living room with the black lacy thong in hand.

Jackson smirked, seeing the lingerie in Simon’s dainty hands. The landlord now had his hand under his stained shorts, moving up and down. The bulge that had visibly been seen before looked bigger. Simon approached and let Jackson take the panties from him, and the old man immediately brought them to his face and sniffed deeply.

“Mmm,” he groaned, hand moving beneath the shorts. “That bitch smells unreal. You were so lucky to even touch this bitch.” Jackson sighed, simultaneously sniffing and stroking. “Please tell me. I bet she sucked cock like a real whore, didn’t she? You could tell by the hungry look in her eyes,” Jackson asked.

“She was very good, sir,” Simon said, blushing, trying to avoid the conversation.

“Got any videos of her sucking cock? I love to see women worshipping dick. That’ll be worth at least another day,” he said, making direct eye contact.

Simon felt like a rabbit in the headlights. He had one video of Bambi sucking his cock, but it was humiliating. She had certain rules, and only if he agreed would she ever blow him, and she recorded it once without his knowledge or consent and sent it to him afterward. It was the video that made him cum the hardest, but the video that made him feel the most ashamed.

“I can fucking tell if you’re holding out on me. Do not play games with me, bitch,” Jackson said aggressively, tiny panties gripped tightly in his giant black hand.

“Sorry, Mr. Jackson, I’ll send it,” Simon said, full of fear and shame.

He opened the offending video and sent it, feeling like he would faint.

Immediately, Jackson played it, excited. The video started with Bambi’s face and tits, looking playful and sultry. She placed a single finger against her beautiful lips in a shushing gesture before turning the camera around to Simon. He was blindfolded on the bed and completely exposed. He was on his knees, face down and ass up, his chest and upper body resting on the bed. His giant bubble butt was high up in the air, with his long legs stretching behind him.

Bambi stifled giggles as she brought the camera in closer, fully examining Simon’s body. She followed his long legs over his two fat ass cheeks and zoomed into his tight, clean little asshole. Bambi circled a finger around his tender butthole, and Simon moaned gently. She then brought the camera between his legs to give the audience a complete view of where his dick and balls should hang down. However, Simon had such a tiny dick and balls that there was no hanging. She angled up to show off his tiny four-inch slim boner and adorable pair of balls.

“Aw, look at your tiny little dickie bird,” she cooed in a babying voice.

Her slender fingers began stroking along his balls and rock- hard but tiny dick in the video. Jackson was loudly chuckling at the display, this was not what he was expecting, and Simon’s dick was by far and away the smallest he’d ever seen. However, his ass was frankly even better than Bambi’s. The black man couldn’t deny it nor pretend he wasn’t finding it all so arousing.

Simon stood there, rooted to the spot, looking pathetic and ashamed. He wanted to cry but held back the tears, hoping to maintain dignity.

“I barely even need two fingers for this baby dick,” Bambi teased as the video showed her using her finger and thumb to jerk his four-inch dicklette.

Simon’s soft moans erupted from Jackson’s phone speaker. He was hairless, with no hair on the lower half of his body. Bambi had made him shave daily so he was nice and smooth, a habit Simon hadn’t stopped. It was too ingrained.

“Do you want me to suck your little doodle?” she teased.
“Yes, please,” Simon begged, voice shaking with anticipation. His dick was already leaking pre-cum onto the bed below after

just seconds of Bambi touching him.
“Now, you know what you’re supposed to say if you want that,

my little boy,” Bambi chided, tutting.
“Yes, please, mistress. Please suck on my tiny little clitty,”

Simon responded softly.
Bambi, in the video, and Jackson, in the real world, simultaneously laughed out at this display of submissiveness.

“You’re so pathetic, I can’t believe what I’m watching,” Jackson said through his chuckling. “This is the best shit I’ve seen in years.”

The gross black man hadn’t stopped jerking himself slowly throughout the video.

Then Simon hears Bambi say, “That’s a good little girl, but this is far too small to suck. I’ll use my tongue instead.”

Simon stared at Jackson’s hand holding the phone. His was smooth and delicate compared to his landlord’s big, rough, hairy hand. His other fingers stroked under those shorts, and Simon held his breath because he knew what would happen next on the video. Bambi extended her tongue and lapped at his balls and dick.

Her tongue coated his tiny genitalia in saliva, and Simon couldn’t help but moan and groan at the attention. His high- pitched pleasure noises spurred her on. With her free hand, she began to grope and play with his fat ass cheeks, spreading them wide for the camera to see. Her tongue slid from his dick to his puckered, tight asshole and began circling his sphincter. Simon squealed in pleasure and lost it, shooting thin ropes of jizz onto the bed below, much to her amusement.

“Wow, already? I wish I could say that was a record, but you’re always so quick, babe,” Bambi chided. “I didn’t even get to use the strap-on on you this time. That’s a shame. Maybe next time if you’re lucky, babe.”

The video ended there.

Jackson licked his lips and looked up at Simon, who stood there, his blonde hair in a ponytail, his little man-boobs pressing against his tank top, his short shorts showing off all his thighs and legs. He was even standing effeminately with his long legs across slightly. After the video, Jackson looked at the femboy in a completely different light. If it wasn’t for the easy-to-miss dick, Simon could’ve been a white girl, Jackson’s favorite kind of fuck. Ideas began to formulate in his head—sick and twisted ideas.

“Well, fuck me. What a video that was. You are a little sissy bitch, aren’t you?” Jackson said, hand still buried in his shorts. When Simon didn’t respond immediately, he added, “I asked you a question, bitch.”

Simon thought about doing anything other than agreeing for about half a second, but he was too afraid. He was too accustomed to conceding to Bambi’s treatment and was far more scared of Jackson than her. He had no choice but to continue his submission.

“Yes, sir,” he said meekly.

Jackson threw the tiny thong in his hand toward Simon so that it landed behind him. “Turn around, bend over nice and slow like, and pick those up, boy,” Jackson demanded, watching him intently.

Simon didn’t hesitate, swiveling on the spot so his back was to the large ebony man on his sofa. Not wanting to anger Jackson, he followed the man’s instructions closely. Simon bent at the waist and slowly leaned forward toward the thong. He knew he was on show in a big way. Simon could feel his shorts bunching between his ripe butt cheeks and Jackson’s eyes boring into his fat ass. When he heard his landlord groan as he reached the floor, Simon couldn’t help but be mortified that this man was now controlling and using him. He wished hard that he had anywhere else to go, anywhere.

“I like it when you’re obedient,” Jackson said, smiling.

Simon could tell the man’s whole demeanor had changed. His look had gone from anger to hunger. He could tell Jackson was eyeing him up without trying to hide it now.

“Wanna make a week’s rent?”

Simon wanted nothing more than the safety of another week, no matter the cost. “Yes, please, sir,” he said.

“Good, good. Head back into your bedroom,” the landlord said casually, gesturing at the door. “Strip and put that thong on, then come back out here and let me get a good look at you, boy.”

Simon blinked, looking from the thong in his hand and back to Jackson, almost as if his disgusting request hadn’t quite sunk in.

‘Surely, Mr. Jackson hadn’t just told me to wear woman’s underwear and present myself for inspection?’ he wondered. Simon was petrified, yet the man couldn’t say no—he really couldn’t. But he couldn’t do this either. It was too humiliating, and it went too far.

“I-I can’t do that,” he said, mustering a little defiance.

Jackson sighed. “What happened to obedience? Now. I’ll give you one chance. You go back in there, you strip, you put them on, and you get that big ass out here, or I fucking do it myself and then throw you out on the street in just those panties.”

Jackson’s voice was stern and deep, and his threat didn’t seem idle. Simon’s breathing was out of control.

“Make your choice. But one way or another, you’re wearing those for me or the world to see, boy.”

“No. Please, sir. I’ll do it. OK, I’ll do it,” Simon squealed. *****
He couldn’t even begin to fathom the dreadfulness of the  alternative and ran into his bedroom, tears leaking from his eyes. Trembling, Simon acquiesced to the perverted demand. He stripped all his clothing and stepped into Bambi’s dirty thong. Simon pulled the tiny material up his long legs and let it nestle against his soft penis. He could feel the fabric quickly disappear between his two large ass cheeks as he pulled the waistband up his hips. Simon looked in the mirror, and more tears rolled down his cheeks. He was practically indistinguishable from a woman.

The only giveaway was a small bulge where his baby dick was hiding. Everything else was not only feminine but the pinnacle of the female form. For this reason, Simon had always been self- conscious, and he hated how delicate and womanly he looked. He’d always been bullied for his little A-cup man-boobs, with their appealing rounded shape and big nipples. Now he was about to walk out in panties to be examined like some freak of nature.

Simon had no idea, no understanding of where this would stop. It escalated too quickly, and he felt significantly less safe by the second. As he prepared himself to leave the room, his imagination ran rampant with the idea of Jackson’s big black cock, which was the last thing he wanted to think about now, but it was unshakeable.

Taking a deep breath and wiping away the remaining tears, Simon opened the door and walked back into the room.

*****

Simon nervously entered the room, back toward the sofa where Jackson sat waiting, grinning. He crossed his arms over his chest to cover his shameful man breasts, but it created alluring cleavage instead. Simon moved forward, and immediately, his eyes glanced down at Jackson’s crotch. The black man’s hand was still under the waistband of his shorts, and Simon could see the massive outline of his cock against his thigh. Jackson’s jaw dropped as Simon timidly came into view. His soft chubbiness and pale skin contrast with the black of the thong. Jackson couldn’t help but start laughing hysterically. All the man could wonder was, ‘How does this boy look so much like a tight young girl?’

Simon stood in front of the man, eyes down and arms crossed. Jackson shook his head and laughed again.

“What the fuck is with your body, boy?” Jackson asked mockingly. “You were in a relationship with a hot slut, and you still managed to have the better body.”

The landlord laughed uproariously at his comment. Simon’s face was so red it could light the room. He knew right now Jackson was scanning him from head to toe.

“Uncross those arms. Let’s see those man titties.”

Tears rolled down his flushed cheeks, and Simon lowered his arms. “Mmm, shit,” Jackson moaned quietly as Simon’s man- boobs appeared.

Simon hated that his large, prominent nipples were hard, and he couldn’t believe Jackson was enjoying his body.

“You’ve got better tits than plenty of women I’ve fucked,” Jackson said with a leer. “Bambi’s got you beat in the tits department, though. Those big titties are spectacular. But that’s about all she has that’s better.”

Simon gazed up from the floor just long enough to see Jackson biting his lip and his hand moving vigorously under his shorts. The landlord was masturbating to his body. Beneath the shame and self-loathing Simon felt at that moment, there was a small and unavoidable twinge of arousal. He got hard.

There was a deep burning desire in the old man’s eyes. “Turn around for me. I need to see that ripe ass,” Jackson said.

Simon did as he was told, as he always did, and revealed the fattest ass the landlord had ever seen. As he faced away, Simon heard the loud and pleasured groaning.

“Damn, that’s a helluva ass.”

Simon’s hard tiny dick twitched at the compliment and yelled a meek “Thank you, sir.”

He gingerly pulled down the panties to Simon’s thighs, and his smirk widened to a beaming grin. Simon’s erection bobbed out inches from his face.

“Oh my, boy, it’s so small.”

Jackson shamelessly handled Simon’s smooth penis and bald testicles in his large, callused black hands, making the little pecker look even smaller. Simon had never seen himself as poorly endowed before Bambi had invaded his life, just average. But her ceaseless taunting and comments about his small penis size had gotten into his head. He found that even when away from Bambi, in a gym locker, at the urinal, he had grown timid around other men, self-conscious about his ‘tiny little boy penis,’ as Bambi called it.

“My, my, my. It looks barely four inches, son.” He had picked up a ruler from the coffee table Simon had left earlier and measured Simon’s boner. “Mmmm, just four inches. Damn, kid, this is a baby pecker.”

He put the ruler down and then cupped Simon’s chin. He removed his phone from a pocket and took pictures of Simon’s little dick and balls.

“I want a better look at that ass. Get on this coffee table, get that ass up and face down, just like you did for your Bambi,” Jackson demanded.

Shaking with fear and a burgeoning and confusing arousal, he climbed onto the table and assumed the required position.

“That’s it, boy. That’s it right there.” Jackson’s breathing sounded more ragged and flustered.

The black man was in love with this ass, which was perfect. He sat up and pulled his shorts and boxer shorts down, revealing his enormous, bearded manhood, hard and huge, then sat his wide, bare ass back down. The big old bastard was packing. The sight of it shocked Simon, he had never been so close to another man’s penis before, and this was by far the largest one he’d seen. He was larger than the man he caught fucking Bambi a few days ago by a long way.

He had a thick, chocolate-colored circumcised cock with a big, purplish helmet-head and a pair of enormous balls, which were longer than Simon’s short dick. The veins around this monstrous cock were like snakes writhing as blood pumped through them. The whole ugly mess was wreathed in a dense bed of black/gray pubic hair. Jackson wrapped his large hand around it and openly stroked it as Simon looked away and pressed his face against the table.

He could hear the new sound of Jackson jerking properly now, spitting on his hand and lubing up his cock, causing it to make sloppy noises as he jerked off. The landlord kept Simon in that position for what felt like hours, each minute crawling along slowly as he heard his landlord muttering under his breath.

After what felt like an eternity, Simon heard Jackson stand, groaning. “I’m gonna fucking blow all over your ass, slut,” he moaned, tugging himself to completion.

Simon didn’t even have the time to mentally prepare before he felt ropes and ropes of hot thick liquid coat his lower back and fat ass. It was humiliating. He’d never felt smaller. Jackson laughed as he squeezed the last few drops from the end of his python all over Simon’s butt.

“All that for a week’s rent,” the man said. Jackson then pulled his shorts and boxers back up. “Here’s your conditions for the rest of the week, though. First, you wear panties every day. And— ”

Simon heard Jackson pull something out and felt something light land on his back as Jackson thumbed out notes from a large roll of money and let them fall on Simon’s semen-covered back.

“Buy yourself some slutty bras for those little man titties, and get yourself some food, too.” Jackson moved over to the front door and said, “You best follow my conditions, cos I’ll be checking,”

Simon heard the door slam, and he broke down, doggy style, on the table still, covered in jizz and money. Just like that, it was over for now.

*****

Simon rushed into the bathroom, removed his panties, and climbed into the shower. He felt dirty, and he needed to be clean. The man felt the jizz under his fingers as he washed in the shower. There was just so much. He lathered himself up in soap and began to clean his body entirely. His chest felt so sensitive, and his nipples were swollen. They felt good to the touch. Forgetting himself, he squeezed and pulled at them, relishing the sensation. He looked down to see his tiny dick was solid and couldn’t help but use two fingers to jerk it off.

He hadn’t been this aroused in a long time and hated it. ‘Why had this turned me on so much deep down?’ Simon wondered.

‘Even my mind betrayed me,’ he thought, trying to picture anything else. He tried to picture Bambi naked, the other women he’d been with, but the only thing he could see vividly was Jackson on the couch stroking that big black cock. That monstrous mountain of man meat.

At first, Simon had wanted to see it so badly out of morbid curiosity. Now, as he leaned with one hand against the shower wall and the other furiously pulling at his dick to the thought of black cock, he wasn’t so sure it was just curiosity. With a loud but soft moan, he shot his tiny load in little spurts into the shower stall.

Conflicted further still, he stepped out of the shower and dried off. He looked at himself in the mirror as he did, at his body, tracing his curves and features with his hands and the towel. Today was the first time a man had been enraptured with his body. Sure, people had made fun of Simon and bullied him for his strange body, but this was the first time he’d felt appreciated and desired. The encounter had been disgusting and cruel, but Simon had always secretly enjoyed humiliation immensely.

He accidentally stepped on the thong as he went to leave the bathroom. He bent over and picked up the discarded and dirty underwear, feeling the soft lacy fabric in his fingers. He bent over and pulled the thong up his long, sexy legs until they fit perfectly over his little male clitty and large butt. Then Simon left the bathroom to collect his dirty money and shop online. He knew of a local lingerie store that lets you pay on delivery.

*****

The package arrived the following day. Simon couldn’t deny the excitement when he opened the lingerie package. It felt weird spending the money Jackson had thrown at him, but he’d spent longer than expected browsing panties and bras, picking out what he thought would suit him best. After he’d submitted his order, he reflected on why it mattered. ‘It was just for this sicko’s amusement, right?’ Simon wondered. ‘If so, why did I spend the time admiring and picking what I thought was hot?’ He could not bring himself to answer these questions. With the order here, Simon quickly slipped into his new underwear. It felt right, the material was so soft against his delicate skin, and the underwear was so pretty. ‘I managed to get the correct size bra, too,’ he thought a little too proudly.

The bra accentuated his man-boobs and cleavage more than he felt comfortable with. Even wearing a loose t-shirt, he clearly had more going on than a normal man should. Still, it became natural for him to wear female underwear daily. At first, the fear of being caught by Jackson without the female underwear drove him, but after a few days, it felt normal, and he enjoyed the softer feminine underwear against his body.

Simon, fortunately, didn’t have many interactions with Jackson during this time. He’d see the big black man when taking out the trash. The older man just stood and watched him move, eyeing him blatantly and smiling. The landlord’s demeanor toward Simon had shifted immensely. Gone were the cold and callous stares, replaced by a blatant, hungry lust. Simon had to admit it was an improvement, and he was left flush and flustered after feeling the old Bull’s eyes all over him.

*****

Several days later, Jackson stopped him in the hall of the apartment building. One large arm extended out to block his passage, and the rest of Jackson’s large body moved in the way.

“Afternoon. I think we best check if you’re upholding your end of our deal, boy,” Jackson said calmly, looking Simon up and down.

“I am, sir. I’m wearing what you asked,” Simon responded, shy and avoiding eye contact.

“Show me,” he said, gesturing at Simon’s t-shirt.

The chubby short tenant glanced around the hallway, it was empty for now, but he still felt horrified at the prospect of revealing his little secret in a public place. But Jackson’s size and proximity meant fear overrode the horror. Simon’s trembling hands took hold of the bottom of his t-shirt, and he lifted the fabric to reveal his little titties in a very nice red bra with black lace. Jackson nodded in appreciation, eyes pinned to the boy’s chest. Jackson reached up slowly, Simon’s heart thumping in anticipation. He gripped the bottom of Simon’s t-shirt and brought it to his face.

“Open those sweet lips for me,” he said, and Simon immediately obeyed.

Jackson placed the t-shirt between his lips and slipped a finger under his chin to gently close his mouth around it, holding the t- shirt in a raised position.

“There we go, and now the shorts. Gotta make sure you’re following the whole deal, boy.”

More furtive glances let Simon know they were still alone but in the middle of a hallway lined with over fifteen doors that could change in a second. He wanted this embarrassment over as soon as possible, so holding the t-shirt up in his mouth, he pulled his shorts down to his knees. Jackson bit his lip and grunted in approval at the matching panties. It was evident to both of them that Simon was erect.

“I see you got a little tent going on in your panties, boy.”

One of his long, thick, hair-speckled fingers was pointed at Simon’s crotch, just an inch or two where his boner was betraying him, tenting his panties. Jackson snickered, and Simon lowered his head as the black man continued.

“Very little, by the looks of it,” the landlord quipped and chuckled.

Simon felt a strange thrill from just standing there, letting his landlord belittle the size of his manhood. With one big finger, Jackson made a circling motion at Simon. The exposed tenant knew what his landlord wanted. Awkwardly, shorts still around his knees, Simon turned on the spot for him.

“I’ve watched that video a few times now, and this ass looks so much better in real life,” Jackson said, leaning in and whispering in Simon’s ear.

It was accompanied by the feeling of a large rough hand grabbing a handful of his ass, which shocked him. Jackson kneaded the flesh and gave it a short, sharp slap, jiggling both cheeks from the force and causing Simon to yelp.

“Good to see you’re taking our deal seriously. You can cover up now,” the landlord said calmly, and Simon rushed to hide his matching panties and bra quickly. “Your rent is due again in two days. If you haven’t got the money, we can work something mutually beneficial out again.”

The smirk on the old man’s face was broad. Simon had been unsuccessfully begging for money from anyone all week and hadn’t heard back from any jobs, so he knew he’d have to take Jackson’s offer again.

“I’m sorry, sir. I still don’t have any money,” Simon said, feeling his face flush.

“That’s OK. I’ll get what I’m owed, but I expect more than last time. Ensure you wear that bra and panties when I’m over on Sunday. I want you looking fucking good for me.”

He then let Simon carry on.

Back in his apartment, Simon couldn’t stop touching himself. He’d leaked pre-cum into his panties, and he’d never felt more objectified and desired. Simon blew his load inside his panties in seconds, and a rush of guilt followed his orgasm.

‘I’ve just been groped and humiliated in public, and this is my reaction?’ he wondered as he shook his head. ‘What is going on with me? I should be shit scared about Mr. Jackson coming here on Sunday.’

However, a subconscious and deep excitement lingered at the thought of what Sunday may entail.

*****

Sunday came, and Simon was ready. He’d shaved that morning, plucked his eyebrows more diligently than usual, and even put a modest amount of Bambi’s leftover perfume on. Simon was wearing the matching set Jackson had appreciated so much. It was a hot day, so he hadn’t even dressed beyond underwear. So when Jackson let himself inside, the man found Simon cleaning in just underwear with his soft blonde hair in a high ponytail.

“Shit, I didn’t expect you to be this ready for me,” the landlord said and laughed.

He came in and sat on the sofa in a way that signified he owned this place.

“I reckon you like wearing that girly stuff,” Jackson absently said as he placed his feet on the coffee table. He patted the sofa beside him. “Come on, sit down with me.”

It was a medium sofa, so he felt incredibly small when sitting beside the large black man. Jackson placed a large, thick arm over the back of the sofa and imposed further on the smaller white man. Simon could already see the fat lump in Jackson’s shorts, the cock that had been plaguing his mind this whole week. He could feel himself salivating.

“So, you got my rent?” Jackson asked.

“No, sir. Please don’t kick me out. I’ll do anything,” Simon pleaded.

“Oh, you’ll do anything, will you? That’s good.”

The black man’s hand drops and rests on the small shoulder of Simon, his black skin contrasting heavily against the pale white. He smelled like sweat and cigars. Jackson was a big man, taller and broader than Simon.

“I’ve got uses for a pretty little thing like you.” Jackson readjusted, spreading his heavy thighs, and Simon could see his enormous cock moving under the fabric. “But I need a good girl, not a good boy.” His rough hand began to massage Simon’s shoulder, fingers pressing in. “Now, when I look at you, I see a good girl. Ain’t nothing remotely male about you. Not a single thing,” Jackson said gruffly.

Simon had to do everything to control himself, and he knew Jackson could feel him shaking.

The big man said, “I have no place for a good boy, but I could work something out with a good girl. So tell me, what are you?”

It was too much. Simon’s heart was pounding, his mouth was dry, and sweat began to bead on his forehead. Every essence of masculinity was being stripped from Simon, every drop. There was only one answer to the question, he knew it, and Jackson knew it. Something in Simon was snapping, breaking. The words ‘good girl’ were loud in his head. They were something to obtain. Bambi had called him a girl multiple times, and he’d always detested it because of how small it made him feel. But now he was getting a taste for being small.

He opened his lips, and in his soft little voice, he said, “I’m a good girl, sir.”

“That’s what I thought. Your name from now on is Simone. Is that clear?”

“Yes, sir,” Simone responded meekly.

Jackson’s big hand squeezed Simone’s shoulder tightly, and the big man looked down at her with a cocky grin.

“Perfect, perfect. I don’t have room for a whiny little white boy called Simon, but I’ve got room for a hot little white girl called Simone.”

To Simone, this felt strangely reassuring. A few weeks ago, Simon would’ve despised this, but now, Simone was quietly content with the offer of safety on the line and something awakening deep within.

“Now, for paying the rent this week, I got certain needs, and you’ll be taking care of those certain needs for me.”

With his other hand, Jackson reached over, took one of Simone’s soft and tiny hands, and guided it over. Simone watched as her dainty hand was placed directly onto the bulge on Jackson’s thigh. Her heart exploded into life, and it felt massive. Thick and wide, and the heat was emanating through the fabric. She couldn’t believe it was happening. Jackson began moving her hand up and down the long shaft. Simone wasn’t even going from tip to base, yet it felt impossibly long. Her eyes couldn’t be torn from it.

“I’ve seen you staring at it, baby girl. It’s only natural. You want to see it, don’t you?” Jackson asked.

“I... I do, sir,” her hand was now stroking up and down by itself.

“Tell me what you want, sissy girl.”

“I want to see your big black cock, please, sir,” Simone said through staggered breaths.

She wasn’t lying, and it had plagued her mind all week. It started as pure fascination but devolved into a perverted obsession now.

Grinning at the affirmation of what he suspected, Jackson pulled his dirty wifebeater off, leaving him in just his shorts. Simone looked up at his fat hairy belly inches from her face. The landlord had a barrel chest. The solid kind of physique that looked naturally strong without ever having gone to a gym. He was built wide and powerful, with a big beer gut.

Yet he didn’t look sloppy or flabby like other guys with fat bellies sometimes do. If anything, it seemed to make him appear stronger and immovable. His whole torso had a dense brush of gray hair from the waistband of his shorts. It was like a carpet around his belly and pectorals. He even had some hair over his shoulders, which strangely, like the beer gut, seemed to suit him somehow.

The landlord was just all that much more masculine than her. Jackson reached down and removed his shorts slowly. His massive black cock bounced out, free from captivity. Simone audibly gasped as it came into view. It was beautiful, far more perfect than she’d imagined in her fantasies. Long, perfectly formed, thick, circumcised. It must’ve easily been ten inches long, and it wasn’t completely hard yet, and as thick as Simone’s wrist.

She sat there openly, staring as Jackson leaned back to allow her to admire his full manhood. Even his big, heavy balls were spilling onto the sofa and resting on it. Simone felt her little clitty get harder than ever before, straining against the fabric of her panties.

“I knew you’d love big dick when I first saw you. Look at you, girl. You can’t take your eyes off it,” and he was entirely correct. He laughed, acknowledging her captivation with a toothy grin. He shook it at Simone between his thick fingers. “Yeah, it’s big, eh? This hog has wrecked a lot of cunts and assholes over the years.”

“I’ve never seen one that big before, sir,” Simone said softly.

Simone stared at it openly. She had never had another guy show off his junk like this to her. Her hand rested on the man’s thigh, painful inches away from Jackson’s giant cock.

“Please, let me touch it, Mr. Jackson,” Simone said, whiny and pleading.

“Shit, I walked in here expecting you’d need some hard convincing, but that isn’t necessary. Go on, touch a real man’s cock. God knows you never have before.”

Jackson couldn’t believe his luck. Simone was already so submissive. The sissy’s hand shakily moved toward the monstrous black cock, and her little white fingers curled and wrapped around the black meat before her. It was so thick she couldn’t get it all the way around. It felt so hot, heavy, and strong in her hand. A lump in her throat rose as she slowly and purposefully slid her hand up and down his impressive length, watching the skin move and feeling that cock throb as blood rushed through it, pumping those outer veins to maximum capacity.

“Do you like it, sweetheart?” Jackson said, playing with her ponytail.

“I love it, sir. It’s just so big. I can’t believe it,” she said, amazed.

“This is what a real man looks like.”

“Yes, sir,” she quickened the pace, hand moving up and down him, from tip to base.

Simone had never touched a man’s cock before, and her experience with her clit was nothing by comparison. She felt powerless to stop herself from stroking Jackson now, not out of concern for his reaction but because she wanted it. Jackson touched her waist and pulled her close to his body. He stank of sweat and cigar smoke, but it was intoxicating in a cruel way. She liked the feeling of his hands on her body.

“I’m a bit too big for just one hand. Best you use both,” Jackson said.

“You are, Mr. Jackson. Whatever you want, sir,” she replied in a trance, twisting her body to give both hands access to worshipping his massive cock.

She stroked both hands up and down his shaft, paying special attention to the sensitive head of his cock. She had to lean over on her knees to properly get access to him, thus equally giving him access to her ripe ass.

Simone felt the landlord’s callous-riddled hand slide down her back until it met her round, fat ass and began to squeeze and knead. She moaned instinctively at the groping while working his cock devotedly. ‘It feels good to be touched and squeezed by a real man,’ she realized. His large hand progressed under her tiny panties. She moaned again, much more surprised, when she felt the tip of one of his bulbous fingers rubbing her tight little asshole. Simone’s asshole had always been so sensitive that she leaked pre-cum into her underwear as he circled her tight anus.

“I love how you look at my cock,” Jackson said, groaning. “Why don’t you lean in and kiss it? To say thank you for my generosity,” he rasped.

Simone was the hottest piece of ass he’d ever got his hands on, and at this rate, he would do more than get his hands on her. He pressed his fingertip against her tight asshole and felt it part just a little for him to enter. He looked forward to stretching her out to fit all of him in.

“Thank you for being so generous, Mr. Jackson,” Simone said, her head lowering to his groin.

As her face got closer, the giant cock loomed larger. It was so fucking big. She planted a small, gentle kiss on the tip of her landlord’s dick with her plump lips, her first taste of cock. She couldn’t resist but go in a second time, more erotic this time, kissing and licking the tip for more of a taste. She began making out with his cock, coating it in her saliva and rubbing her hands up and down him as she kissed his manhood. One of her feminine hands descended to feel and massage his impressive balls, rolling them around in her small palm.

All Jackson could do was sit back and watch this hot little white girl work her magic on him. He was stunned and enjoying the whole thing enormously. Simone always loved watching porn focusing on intense blowjobs, and she’d always assumed it was because she wanted to be the recipient. But now, entranced and worshiping a huge black cock, she realized she’d always dreamed of being the giver in those videos. She couldn’t get enough of his imposing cock, rubbing her face against him and slapping herself with his weight.

“Oh fuck, I didn’t expect you to be such a slut. You love this cock don’t you?”

Simone nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, sir, I’m a slut for your man meat.”

Moaning against his girth while he teased her asshole. She felt him push against her resistant ring and had to stop in anticipation of being entered. His finger was so thick and long, and she truly wanted it inside her. She even pushed back against him in desperation. Slowly she loosened for him, and he penetrated her asshole. Simone went weak at the knees, nearly collapsing completely with her face pressed against his cock. He kept going, probing into her. Simone’s eyes rolled back. It was an unreal sensation. A mix of the physical pleasure and the psychological submissiveness of the act.

“Daddy,” she murmured into his cock, lost to the pleasure.

Simone had messed around with anal in the past and found it intensely stimulating and overwhelming. Bambi used to peg her with a six-inch strap-on dildo. Now someone else’s finger is violating her most private place, which felt unreal. Simone rubbed her face and hands up and down Jackson’s shaft, drooling and licking.

“Mmm, you’re a real slut, aren’t you?” Jackson said, loving it.

Simone was acting like an animal in heat and obsessed with this cock. It’d been a while since the landlord last experienced this level of worship, and he loved it. He rotated his whole finger inside her to draw more lustful moans from the sissy.

“Yes, Daddy,” she groaned before swallowing his big black cock again.

While she lacked experience, she was full of determination and raw desire and managed to take half of him down her throat just as he began to finger fuck her ass hard and slow. She gagged onto him and felt his other hand rest on her head before gripping a handful of hair. She released control of her head and let him use her. He bucked his hips and slid her head up and down his cock quickly, and Simone kept her lips tight and worked her tongue around him. Simone let out a long deep whine on his cock as she felt a second large finger stretch her further. She felt so used at this moment and loved it.

Jackson was going hard, ramming his big cock into her willing and hungry mouth while fucking her asshole hard and deep. She would be way too tight to fuck today, much to his disappointment, but he would continue breaking this little slut. It was a good thing, too, because he would last much longer.

Simone felt him wrap her ponytail in his fist and hammer in and out of her at both ends. He was losing rhythm as he approached his climax, muttering under his breath and breathing heavily. It was too much for her. She tried to cry out. Simone was climaxing, but there was too much cock in her mouth. The sissy girl squirted tiny ropes of jizz and felt the lower half of her body go limp, leaving Jackson to forcefully fuck her mouth.

Jackson was ready to climax. He held her head down hard, pushing his cock into her throat, and groaned, shooting a fat load down Simone’s throat. It didn’t stop, and she felt some of it pour down his shaft as she struggled to swallow it all. She didn’t know what to expect from the taste but liked it, drinking as much as possible. He pulled her head off his cock and smugly watched as she licked at the spilled jizz, cleaning him subserviently.

“That was fucking great. You just earned another week,” Jackson said, sinking back into the couch.

Jackson left Simone with a wad of cash and a new set of instructions. First, she had to start permanently wearing female clothes, and luckily Bambi had left a sizable wardrobe when she left. The next order was to buy a set of training butt plugs and (working from the smallest to the largest) always have one in her ‘pussy,’ removing it to go potty only. Jackson said he would inspect Simone to ensure she was obedient. He needed to stretch her some so he could fuck her. His last order was to use an enema on Sunday at midday to ready her pussy for Daddy’s cock.

*****

To her surprise, the clothes Bambi left (her out-of-fashion discards) fit OK. The clothing was a little tight on her chubby body, but that seemed to help accentuate her feminine features and made her titties look bigger. Simone also started to practice putting on makeup and wearing women’s heels. She went to a local sex shop and brought some butt plugs, and when she got home slipped the first one inside her asshole.

A day later, Jackson had her bending over with her dress up and panties down in the parking lot to inspect if she had her butt plug inserted.

“Good girl, Simone,” he said, fiddling with her little dick. “You got just a tiny little schmeckle between your legs, don’t you, girl?” He made the universal ‘small penis’ sign with his fingers, inches from her face. He let out a long, throaty mean-spirited laugh.

Then his phone rang, and he left her to pull her panties up and get out of there.

*****

Sunday came, and Simone was ready. She’d shaved that morning, plucked her eyebrows, perfumed up, and, as instructed, used an enema. Simone was wearing a black panty and bra set. It was another hot day, so she didn’t dress beyond underwear. So when Jackson arrived, the man found Simone ready for what came next.

“I never knew such an eager whore,” the landlord said and laughed. He came in and stood by the sink in the kitchen. “So, you got my rent, girl?”

“No, sir,” Simone said softly.

Jackson took off his t-shirt and led Simone over to the couch, had her sit on his lap, grabbed the back of her head, and began to kiss her deeply. He kept his shorts on, and she saw them in the mirror on the opposite wall. She felt incredibly naked and vulnerable atop his lap, watching his big, gnarled hands all over her exposed waist and bare chest.

Simone looked out the window of his apartment, seeing people wandering past.

As they made out, Jackson’s cock kept stabbing between her buttocks.

“Is my girl ready for her Daddy?”

She nodded bashfully. Jackson guided her off his lap, turning her around so her torso spread out over the coffee table. The man pulled down her panties and unclipped her bra. Holding her up on all fours, he clasped her buttocks, spread them open, and buried his stubbly face into her most private place. At once, his mouth, lips, and tongue began fiendishly working on her vulnerable asshole.

He came up from her backside and clasped her neck, turning her head to the right to see themselves in the mirror. The image shocked her. Apart from her thin little boner poking between her hairless legs, she looked like a chubby, small-titted woman ravished by her big hairy sugar Daddy.

“Look at yourself getting eaten out. Daddy’s girl loves getting eaten out, doesn’t she?”

Simone moaned in the affirmative. Her whole pale body was shaking in response to his ministrations.

“Thank your Daddy for eating out your pussy, girl,” he scolded like telling his young daughter to mind her manners.

Simone softly said, “Thank you for eating out my pussy, Daddy.”

Jackson dived back in, and she shouted in pleasure. His stubbly mug against her shaven asshole drove her wild, and his tongue was large and insistent. She shuddered with several strange waves of pleasure he could bring out of her this way. Rising from her rump, he slapped her butt playfully and stood her up, laughing at his power over her, his potency.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom.”

Simone entered the bedroom she once shared with Bambi, seeing her erection bobbing in a nearby mirror. She laid her back on the mattress and watched him enter the room.

Jackson shucked his shorts, leaving them on the floor behind him. She looked at him now fully naked, with wide hips and coarse dark hair on his shoulders and arms. His big hard-on poked out obscenely from his powerful body. Not long ago, the sight would have revolted her, but now she thought of this hairy old man’s body daily. Jackson climbed onto the bed, rocking the mattress, and threw her legs over his shoulders. She was now trapped beneath him. He was crushing her into the bed. There would be no escape even if she wanted to.

His belly sealed over hers, and he came in for another kiss. As he lapped at Simone’s mouth, he pumped his hips, moving her body and grinding his thick black cock against her exposed asshole. When he kissed her before, he purposefully deposited a large amount of spit into her mouth that she had no choice but to swallow down her throat, wincing. When she opened her eyes, he looked amused and said in a lilting voice as if speaking to a child.

“Now, I want to clarify one thing before we go on. When a man permits another man to put his cock inside his asshole, he has forfeited the right to call himself a man. Do you know that, girl? A blowjob is nothing, so don’t fret about last week.”

He tapped his big finger over her lips, caressing her face.

Simone knew it. It was a fundamental truth she had always known. “Yes, Daddy.”

Jackson continued. “He becomes the biological property of the man who fucked him.”

She closed her eyes and nodded solemnly.

“I just want you to be sure about what you’re getting yourself into here,” Jackson said. “You can leave now; we’ll never speak of it again. But I want you to ask me to fuck you, girl. Give me your consent. Give me you.”

She looked down past her shaven chest and belly, past her slender erection pointing straight up, between her pale spread legs to her landlord’s monstrous semen depositor. Between the man’s thick hairy thighs, bursting from a thicket of a gray pubic bush. It was as thick as a beer can, covered in veins, glistening from the lubricant, and crowned with a giant dark head. It’s poised to skewer Simone in her most intimate of spots.

For a long moment, he let Simone look at his big threatening cock, pulsating between his legs. Poisonous. That’s how it looked. If he had been an animal in the wild, his cock’s hostile coloration, all deep brown, purple and blue, would have marked it as nasty.

“Yes, Daddy. I give you consent to take my malehood away for good,” Simone said.

She sealed her fate.
To be penetrated.
To be fucked by her landlord.
“I’m going in,” Jackson said, pushing his way with slow determination, a big jagged key masterfully unlocking her insides. Simone breathed out, pushed out as Bambi had taught her when the woman pegged her.

Inch after inch, he plunged into Simone, and she opened for him obligingly. They both breathed hard and focused on their respective tasks for a few moments. His was conquest, and hers was surrender.

‘Suppose Bambi could see me now,’ Simone thought. ‘Bare ass naked and folded up like a pretzel under this gorilla of a man. Flat on my back, legs over my head, taking inch after inch of

Jackson’s mega cock.’ Since this started last week, Simone often thought of Bambi and how she would react to everything that had happened. The disbelieving laughter, the jeers, and the insults. Deep down, Simone reveled in the fantasy of Bambi witnessing her ultimate debasement.

Soon Jackson bottomed out in Simone, which was no mean feat for a man with a twelve-inch cock. The black man grunted in satisfaction, then waggled his cock in from side to side, enjoying the new real estate he had made in Simone’s asshole. Pure delight on his face, uninhibited pleasure from owning this tenant’s body so completely.

Fully embedded in her asshole, he lowered his face to hers and licked her neck, chin, cheek, and forehead. It made Simone feel like she was being fucked by a giant dog. She felt the wetness of Jackson’s saliva on her face as he looked down at her, smirking.

“What’s going on in that little head of yours, Simone?” She hesitated, and he demanded, “Tell Daddy. There are no secrets between us now.”

He grabbed her neck behind her ear. “I’m thinking,” Simone groaned as Jackson slowly thrust in and out of her. He nodded at Simone to go on. “I’m thinking about if Bambi saw me. Saw me like this. Getting fucked by you,” she sputtered the confession out.

She had imagined it from the first time he had used her. Being fucked by her landlord with Bambi there watching it. Sweaty, naked, standing over the bed. Rubbing her pussy. But not just his ex. She pictured Ms. Crusher, the female co-workers who ghosted her—all of them.

“Forget about that bitch. That life is over. You’re mine now,” Jackson said.

“Yeah?” she asked, gasping, egging on his perversion.

“Oh yes. And I got plans for you, girl. I got contacts who’d want to fuck you. Would you like that, girl?” he asked, squeezing her buttocks as he pounded Simone.

“Oh yeah, Daddy.”

Her head was swimming, imagining them lining up, all pantsless, laughing, whipping out their big cocks to take turns using her. Cranking their hogs to ready themselves for their turn between her legs.

“All of them will know that you’re my girl, Simone. That I butt- fuck you. They’ll all see you as you truly are,” he promised.

“Please, Sir, yes, I want them to see,” she cried.
“Good girl.”
Jackson took one of her feet off his shoulder and surprised

Simone by plunging her toes into his big mouth. He licked and sucked each of them, darting his tongue between her toes as he humped into Simone. This strange delight and the unmanning pleasure made Simone moan, long and loud, calling to the ceiling. She lost control, bucking her hips into his pounding pelvis, welcoming his fat cock into her body as he chewed on her feet.

“I’ve wanted this so bad since that first day a few weeks ago. To be inside you.”

He released her ankles, placing his heavy hands on her chest, kneading her man-boobs as he kept fucking her. One hand clasped her throat.

“Now that I’ve got you, I’ll never let you go.”

His fist closed tightly on her throat, choking Simone. Being told he would never free her made her heart race. He brought his mouth to her neck and began to chew. He sawed his cock into Simone, building his pace. His forehead screwed with concentration, his big face sweating as he huffed and puffed. Finally, he roared like an animal as he came, emptying himself into Simone with a dozen more forceful thrusts. His hand went to the sissy’s achingly hard dick, bringing her off with three strokes. She squealed like a woman, exploding all over their bellies.

He collapsed onto Simone, pinning her in place. Eventually, he pulled out but quickly laid three pillows right under the small of the sissy’s back.

“Stay perfectly still. Let my seed run into you. You must get as much of me as deep as possible each time. That way, I can truly inseminate you.”

He rubbed her belly as he issued this command. He brought his heavy gut to her face and had Simone lick off her semen from her orgasm. Jackson then hopped off the bed, and she watched his large hairy ass shift with each step as he shuffled to the bathroom. Not bothering to close the door, she listened to his loud urine stream as he peed.

Jackson stomped back into the room when his phone buzzed, motioning for Simone to remain prone on the bed, her hips elevated.

“Carter Jackson,” he answered, and she lay there as he took a business call, standing over the bed, his big, wet cock still thick from sex.

He stomped around the room, commandingly giving orders to someone over the phone. Simone admired his cock’s thick, veiny ugliness, shaking in front of him with each heavy step. Occasionally he rubbed his hands over her naked body as she lay there. Leaning forward to kiss her sweat-soaked, panting belly like it carried his child. She looked at his thick, hairy fingers kneading her flesh, and she was very aware of the presence of his load.

‘Can I feel his semen seeping deeper into me?’ Simone wondered. ‘Is his cum truly invading my body, to remain there permanently?’

“Good girl,” he told Simone after ending the call, sitting beside Simone on the bed.

Jackson scooped her load from her belly and fed it to Simone. She licked it out of his hands. He then wiped his hand off her chest and looked Simone in the eyes.

“That’s another week you got,” he said to Simone, throwing some cash onto the bed.

“Thank you, sir,” Simone said with a smile.

“I gotta buddy coming round Tuesday, and I promised him some action. If you do him for me, I’ll pay you two hundred. Are you interested?”

A new crossroad had been reached. Submitting to this emasculating feminization to Carter Jackson was necessary to prevent homelessness. Simone felt she had no other options. However, what the man is asking of her now is prostitution. It rammed home that the old landlord didn’t care about her. He just wanted to use Simone as an object of lust. She also knew that if he offered her two-hundred dollars, the man was taking a fee too. Just like a pimp would do.

“I don’t know, sir,” Simone said, feeling her naked body shake.

The big man put his arm around her and drew her in close. She could smell his sweat and cigar odor. “Look, honey,” he said sweetly. “Fucking around with you is nice, but I can’t afford to keep giving you free rent. You gotta start earning some money.”

“I’m trying to find a job, Daddy.”

“You don’t need no job like that,” Jackson said softly. “I can send some nice men up here to have fun with you, and we’ll split the fee—sixty for you and forty for me. My cut will pay your rent, and you can spend yours on whatever you like.”

“OK, Daddy. I’ll give it a try.”
*****
The following Tuesday, a man Jackson’s age entered Simone’s apartment, his eyes widening at the sight of her. The man was bald and fat and had that same gross masculine energy as Jackson. He looked her over, noting Jackson’s possessive, hairy hand around her waist. His surprise was replaced by a look of recognition and a smirk of amusement. It was clear to him just whose bitch Simone was.

“Baxter, you old dawg,” Jackson said with a smile.
“How’s it hanging, Carter,” the man said and smiled back. Simone’s heart pounded, and she felt her face redden furiously

as this was the first time Jackson had exposed her like this, showing her off to a third party, particularly while dressed as a female. Simone gazed up at Jackson, smiling at her slyly, his face quite rosy. She dreaded how far this might go.

“So this is the new bitch you’ve been bragging about,” Baxter said, beckoning her to him with both hands.

Baxter shocked her by suddenly pulling her into him for a wet kiss on the lips, his hands squeezing both of her butt cheeks.

“Oh, you are a hot one, sweet cheeks,” Baxter cooed.

He laughed at the concern on her face, still embracing her butt, holding her close to him. Simone could feel the enormous bulge in the black man’s pants.

“Carter’s told me all about how close you’ve gotten. I think that’s wonderful, girl, just wonderful.” He placed his forehead affectionately against her as his hands continued to grope her rear. He then turned away from her to address Jackson. “And how hot, huh? This ass is to die for.”

He stuck his tongue out, rubbed and pinched her rear once more, then slapped both cheeks and released it. The three of them adjourned to the couch, and Baxter pulled her onto his lap, freely feeling her up as the two men talked. She looked at Jackson, who nodded his approval. Baxter was his best friend, and they shared everything. The men drank whiskey and smoked stinky cigars talking about the good old days. All the while, Baxter’s big hands felt all around her body, unbuttoning her shirt to dart his fingers across her bare belly. A hardness pushed out insistently from his crotch against her backside.

“Carter, you lucky bastard. I don’t know where you find these beauties,” Baxter said, caressing her face as he spoke, rubbing his big rough hand against her smooth pale cheek.

“They have a way of finding me,” Jackson said with a grin. “Although I wasn’t expecting Simone to become my fuck girl, I always thought it’d be his girlfriend, Bambi. But I ain’t complaining none. It turns out Simone here was always the better catch.”

“Mmm, she looks like she was born to take cock,” Baxter agreed.

Simone noticed herself in the mirror on the wall opposite the couch, balanced on Baxter’s lap. His big hands ran up and down her waist, dipping into the open neckline of her shirt. She felt oddly flattered by his demeaning words, gratified that he was pleased by her. Realizing this made her face burn with shame anew.

At one point, she returned from the bathroom, and Baxter announced, pulling her back into his lap, “Well, girl, I hear old Carter has broken you in. You know, Carter and I used to fuck sluts together back in our wild days. No man has a hog as big as that old bastard. I’m surprised he can still get it up.” He laughs.

“Oh, he can get it up, alright,” Simone said, wiggling Groucho Marx-style eyebrows.

The two black men laugh while Baxter keeps feeling up her sides. He then slapped Jackson’s shoulder.

“Do you know the best thing about dicking sissy girls, huh? Don’t have to worry about knocking her up,” Baxter said and slapped her stomach, then pressed his fingers into her, rubbing.

“Maybe so, but that hasn’t stopped our trying,” Jackson joked, and the two men roared with laughter, clinking their drinks.

The men talked about politics, football, travel, and shared social life, ignoring Simone for a while. Baxter and Jackson passed her back and forth between their laps, freely caressing her body.

Eventually, Baxter asked, “When will you let me take a crack at this one’s tight little rump?”

Baxter’s big hand had reached down to pat the space between her buttocks, just past her balls. A stifled moan escaped her lips, and both men laughed.

“OK, I get the hint,” Jackson said with a wink. “But she’s a working girl now, so you must pay for the pleasure. Only I tap that ass for free.”

Baxter laughed. This was just like Carter Jackson. Find a good fuck, then pimp her out. He knew the drill. “I got your money, dawg. It’s all good.”

He reaches into his coat, pulls out a wad of bills, and starts counting them. Simone is mortified. She’s being sold to this man to use. It’s one thing to think about such things theoretically, but to experience it for the first time is soul-rattling. ‘Is this what I’ve become?’ Simone wonders. ‘A hamburger at McDonald’s?’ Jackson takes the money from his friend and nods to Simone.

“Show him a good time, girl,” Jackson said and stood. “Make me proud.”

As Jackson left the apartment, Baxter squeezed her chin suggestively before going in for a deep, lapping mouth kiss.

After they were alone, Baxter turned on the radio, found a station playing slow, romantic jazz music, and quickly stripped off Simone’s clothes. He then stripped butt naked himself.

“I think we should let it all hang out,” he said.

He shook his black cock at her lewdly. His big hog slapped against his chubby thigh, and she flinched at the loud sound.

“Or I guess just poke out in your case, girl.”

He laughed, and she watched in shock as his right hand reached between her legs. He crooked his index finger under her little penis head and shook it slightly. Simone gasped, momentarily paralyzed. Then she surprised herself. Instead of moving away from him or turning around to protect herself, Simone stood there, opened her thighs, and pushed her hips to him. Simone didn’t understand why she offered her genitals to Baxter’s mocking finger.

He jiggled it under his digit, winking at her with a big smirk. She was too ashamed to meet his delighted gaze, so she just watched his finger work on her dick. It bobbed around ridiculously, and it seemed to retract in embarrassment, her shaft disappearing entirely like a compressed accordion so that the entirety of her penis looked as tiny as an acorn.

“Aw, has it got stage fright,” Baxter said with a deep voice and the throaty laughter that followed.

He was standing so close, his big belly almost bumping into her stomach, that she felt his hot breath on her chest and neck as he laughed. He was tickling it, tickling her dick, her little cockhead. She looked down and watched him play with her penis, clearly belittling its size. With his massive black hog on display, looking more than twice as long and very thick, the difference between them was blatant. He treated her little dick like a joke, a toy to be fiddled with and played with. Simone felt paralyzed, her legs weak, and she knew her face was furiously red from embarrassment.

“Sir, please,” Simone said and stepped away.

Her voice was more pleading and pathetic than she intended. Baxter laughed again and gave her little dick a few more tickles.

“Don’t sweat it none, girl. You’re perfect just the way you are,” he said. “Here, maybe a drink will help you relax.”

The man poured two glasses of whiskey. Even while nude, it was as if Baxter was wearing a white and gray robe of dense, curling hair covering his shoulders, chest, belly, arms, legs, and bearding his massive genitals.

In contrast, her shaven, pale body only made Simone feel more naked. He handed her a glass and pulled her close to him, and the two of them slowly danced as he held her close and made out with her. The two slowly spun in each other’s arms. His mouth moved from her lips to her ear, and he growled into it.

“You are the hottest thing I’ve seen in a long time, and I’m gonna fuck your pussy hard.”

His voice was even lower than usual, a fearsome rumble. Simone looked down, and his thick, veined snake of a cock stood out from his bush and was rapidly lengthening, expanding, poking into her belly. Soon the mighty mallet stood far past her navel, jutting into her at its full firmness. As he chewed on her ear and neck and hissed his filthy threats of insemination and impregnation, her clit began to wake up too.

The sight of their two endowments together was devastating. Simone’s hard, four-inch dick stretched up against his colossal cudgel, curled against it daintily. It looked like her dicklette was a miniature version of his, the pink, baby version. A thin little seedling, growing in the shadow of his fully grown oak. It was a punch to the gut, a blow to her pride. It felt like being pantsed on the fifty-yard line of a football field.

Simone held onto him for dear life as he picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. He placed her gently down on the bed and set upon eating her out, his mouth wet with whiskey. As he lapped and munched between her ass cheeks, Simone rubbed his big, sweaty bald head as it bounced between her thighs. Embracing him, welcoming him to devour her.

Eventually, Baxter lifted himself, grabbed her legs, and slung them over his shoulders. His big, hairy form looked like an ogre or a giant outlined in the dark, a fairy tale monster come to consume her, to eat her alive. As he lined his enormous cockhead up with her tiny asshole, he poured the rest of the whiskey down her throat. She accepted the flood, and things became slightly fuzzy after that. Simone knew that as he mounted her, penetrating her for a long, rutting fuck, her life had changed forever.

By the time the man left, he had fucked her boy pussy twice and got a blowjob too. Simone was exhausted and wondered how sex workers could do this with a dozen men daily. He dragged himself to the shower and soaked until the water went cold. ‘How my life has changed,’ Simone thought sadly. ‘I know Bambi treated me badly, but is this better?’

Epilogue

A month later, Simone is exiting a beauty salon where she just had her hair done with a manicure, pedicure, and laser hair removal treatment, and who should she bump into but Bambi.

“Oh, sorry,” Bambi said, a little flummoxed. Then gazing at Simone’s face, Bambi suddenly frowns. “Hey, do I know you? You look familiar.”

While her face may have been familiar, nothing else was. The once chubby IT nerd with man-boobs is now a beautiful woman to such a degree that even Bambi looks second-rate next to her. Simone’s wearing a beautiful couture dress, gold jewelry, and flawless makeup. She has Birkenstock high heels and carries a Dior handbag; her perfume is divine.

Simone stares at her ex-girlfriend and suddenly feels pity for her. What a month Simone had before this meeting. Jackson has her seeing four customers a day for four days a week, and her landlord/pimp gets every Sunday.

“Sunday is ‘fuck’ day,” Jackson would say.

That’s her job now. She’s a sex worker. The money was surprisingly good, and she managed to pay off her credit cards and put a little in the bank. The sissy even has enough to spend some money on pampering herself. In many ways, Simone has become the woman that Bambi never could. Simone had an innate class, a true feminine beauty. While Bambi was just a cheap slut with poorly dyed blonde hair and cheap costume jewelry trying to look like she had class. Simone was a high-class escort. Bambi was a fifty-dollar blowjob street hooker.

Simone raises her head and stares down her nose at Bambi. She says with a deep smirk and cold glare, “I’ve never seen you before in my life.”

She walks away, feeling her heart explode with happiness.

The End.