Masked & Mistreated! By THRONE

Masked & Mistreated!

By THRONE

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

Mistreated!

By THRONE

Keon and I were buddies. We were an odd couple. He was tall

and muscular and Black. I'm short and slender and white. We might have gone along as good friends indefinitely but then I tried to cut in on his girl, Mandino. I had my own main squeeze, Lexus. She was a busty blond doll. But I guess I had to prove something to myself. Maybe it was because of my undersized genitals and the near absence of hair on my body. I don't know. The end result was that I attempted to date Mandy on the sly, was turned down, and got found out by Keon. He didn't say anything to me. Instead, he came up with a plan that would be much worse than any angry display or the beatdown that he could have administered.

There was a kinky club in the city that I had been urging Lexus to go to with me. Or maybe it could be a foursome with Keon and Mandy. The bottom line was that I wanted some new thrills and figured that was the place to find them. Lexus wasn't in a rush to go there but gradually softened to the idea. I thought it would be smart to visit the club without her first, to get an idea of what was going on there. Maybe I could score some private fun without her. When Keon found out my intentions, he invited himself to go along with me. Well, I was outclassed by him and didn't want to be in his shadow, but decided to just go with the flow.

We got there and I was surprised that the doorman knew my friend. Keon brushed off the recognition and paid the entry fees for both of us. The main room was long and narrow, with a low ceiling. It felt rather intimate as we moved further in and were surrounded by other visitors. There were lots of girls in fetish

wear for me to ogle. I drooled over the bodies in leather and rubber. There were boots and hooker heels. No shortage of wild hairstyles and odd accoutrements. There was a bar halfway down the length of the room. Keon insisted on buying us drinks. I don't manage alcohol very well but was too excited by the living scenery to think about that limitation. Of course, I still didn't know that he was aware of my clumsy attempt to seduce Mandy.

With drink in hand, and half of it already in my system, I followed Keon into the next room. This one was smaller, with the walls painted black. It was a dungeon, where several people, guys and gals, were in bondage, tied to various devices, or on all fours and being led on leashes. I loved seeing the submissive females. On the other hand, dudes who let themselves be dominated made me sick. As far as I was concerned, that was as low as a guy could sink. The drink was getting to me and I felt more than a bit tipsy. That was when Keon led me into a small alcove. He sat me in a chair. That drink was just about knocking me out. Had I been slipped a mickey? No way that could be happening. My buddy asked me for my phone. I didn't know why he wanted it but was in no shape to refuse that or anything. I watched him typing in a message and sending it. Curiouser and curiouser.

Darkness descended on me. I told myself to stand up but my legs refused to cooperate. Just close your eyes for a minute, I told myself. A quick rest will fix you right up. Wrong.

The next thing I knew, I was naked, leaning back on a slant-board. There were two sexy girls, one on either side of me. The first was dressed like a doctor, with a white smock and glasses with oversized frames. The other wore a sexy nurse costume that

tickled my fancy. When I tried to reach out toward Hello Nurse, I was startled to find that my hands were cuffed to the vertical table.

"Hey," I said, the word slightly slurred. "What's going on?"

Keon stepped into my line of vision. He told me, "Just giving you a new experience, bro. Mandy told me about how you propositioned her. Not good, my man. And I'm sure Lexus wouldn't like it, either. You need some lessons in good behavior. I think having the girls come here and participate should do the trick."

"I don't get it," I said with my tongue thick in my mouth. "I was just kidding with Mandino. Honest."

"Well, that's not the way she told it to me. So, what I've been doing is texting Lexus on your phone, like the messages are from you. She's tried to call and talk but I'm not picking up. It turns out that you're getting busy with some other chick and have put your real girlfriend on hold."

"I wouldn't do that," I protested. "I mean, maybe, but probably not."

"Right." He chuckled. "What matters in the long run is that she believes what I'm telling her. She thinks you're moving on without her. Since I had already made plans to bring the two of you here, when I contacted her about that and was told how heartless you're being, I suggested that she come along with Mandy and me, to take her mind off your bad behavior."

"But..."

He held up a silencing hand. "Don't fret. You'll be in on the action. It just won't be in the role you're used to playing. For starters, you'll notice that your body hair is all gone. And while you were asleep, these two 'medical professionals' gave you some shots. Those will start working soon. In fact, you might already be feeling them going to work. Any burning sensations?"

I focused on my body. Sure enough, my chest and bottom had grown unnaturally warm. Both areas were itching.

Keon went on, "There will be some swelling. In a few hours, you'll have a pair of nice tits and a cute round bottom. I can't wait to see the new you."

"What are you telling me? With no hair on my chest or wherever, and those curves..." I had to pause while another moment of drugged confusion came over me. "... I'll look like a girl."

"That's the idea, genius. And if someone were to cover your face, along with putting a wig on you, how could you be recognized? You know, maybe even your closest friends couldn't tell it was Little Joe in disguise."

"This is nuts," I said. When I tried to move my legs, my ankles were also strapped down.

Keon continued, "You sure wouldn't want anyone to know it was you pretending to be a babe. Especially not Lexus. She's gotten

into the idea of coming here and sampling the bizarre atmosphere, but finding out her boyfriend was into playing at being a sexpot would be too much. And if she discovered you tried to make a move on my girl..." He shook his head. "That was a foul, dog."

I tried to sound reasonable as I said, "It's okay because none of what you said needs to happen. Let's just forget that part."

As if he hadn't heard me, Keon added, "After getting those break-up calls that she thinks are from you, Lexus might be in the mood to try something different. Being on the rebound, she might latch onto some stud, especially if one was put in front of her. And she might want to show how freethinking she can be, if he hinted at playing some kinky games while they're here."

Though I tried to take in all that information, my brain wasn't fully cooperating. The sensations in my pectorals and gluts grew stronger. This couldn't be real. Then the shadows from before returned and closed in on me. The hot nurse was suddenly holding a realistic whole-head mask. Next to her, the fake doctor had a wig and a tube that was labeled to identify it as something called 'Bio-Glue'. I didn't like any of what I was seeing, but unconsciousness took over and I fell into deep slumber.

When I awoke, I was still on the slant board. The difference was that now there was a panel mirror in front of me. I was startled and upset by what I saw. The mask and wig were now on me. The former had wide blue eyes, a button nose, and cupid-bow lips. It featured cartoonishly long lashes. There was a light blush on its

plump cheeks. The wig was a mass of golden curls that fell to my shoulders.

Worse than that, I now had a set of chubby little boobs. Behind my hips was what felt like a pillow but I realized it was my ass, which had also grown. This was impossible, yet I couldn't deny my reflection and the certainty that my ass had swollen. Along with all that, there was a tattoo across my belly that said SLUT. The faux medicos reappeared. They admired my new ink. I was relieved when one of them said that it was only temporary.

The doctor said, "Check her reflexes, nurse."

The sex-bomb with the perky little cap and the deep exposed cleavage said, "Yes, doctor."

Instead of taking my temperature or measuring my pulse, she reached out and fingered my uncovered nipples. I nearly choked on how intense the sensations of pleasure were. My penis tried to erect but wasn't capable.

That pretend doctor nodded. "As expected, the erogenous zones of Jolene's chest have become hyper-receptive."

"And her dick can't get hard anymore," offered the other one breathily. "That's got to be rough, to get all excited and not be able to have a stiffy."

The doctor smirked at the nurse's observations, stated in that bimbo tone. She clarified, "The accompanying frustration from

lack of normal release could have detrimental psychological effects, leading to a reprogramming of the basic sexual persona."

"For sure," the nurse agreed dopily. "That's what I said."

Their playful banter didn't impress me. It might be right for when they were playing out someone's medical fantasy, but what I wanted was to go back to looking like myself and get out of there. I tried to say something. That was when I became aware that the mask included a gag that prevented me from speaking. It was hollow, so I could breathe and make sounds, but that was all. When I let out a moan of distress, my two watchers laughed heartlessly at me. The nurse wet her fingers and did another round of titty teasing, which had me writhing and groaning nonstop.

There was a false pussy that they glued over my own genitals. It was convincingly lifelike. It fit tightly and concealed that last badge of masculinity. I shuddered at the implications.

"All right," said the doctor. "This one is ready for her session. You and I are due in the girly bedroom to measure Miss Melody's deep-throat progress."

"Can we try to big dildo on him?"

"Let's take it slowly. I think we'll go with the #5 rubber cock this week. After all, he wants to keep coming back for a long time, so there's no hurry."

The nurse giggled like a schoolgirl, though her big bust contradicted that image. "Okey-Dokey, doc."

They left to the sounds of my desperate murmurs. I tugged impotently at my bonds.

It was five minutes later, by my estimate, when I heard voices outside the door to my room. As much as I didn't want anyone to see me the way I was, perhaps whoever was out there would free me. Imagine my shock when the ones who entered were Keon and Mandino. Even more astonishing, they were followed by my girlfriend Lexus. With her was another Black guy, as tall and developed as Keon. Why was she holding his hand? My heart went into my throat. Without thinking, I tried to talk but could produce only inarticulate noises. There were lenses over my eyes, with baby-blues printed on them, so no one could see anything expressed there. At least it was one more thing to prevent my true ID from being detected.

Keon pointed at me. "There's our plaything for the evening. They told me her name is Jolene."

"That's a coincidence," Mandy observed. "We lost Joey but gained Jolene."

Lexus snorted derisively. "Don't even mention his name. I still can't believe he took off with someone else."

"Don't worry about that," offered Keon. "Didn't I hook you up with somebody better? You EX wasn't exactly first prize in the boyfriend lottery."

"Truth," agreed Mandy. "And after the way he tried to get in my pants."

My girlfriend shook her head in disbelief. "That was nuts. You're way out of his league."

"So are you, Sugar," the Black girl told Lexus. "I don't know what the two of you were doing together in the first place."

Lexus shrugged. "He did have his shortcomings." She sighed. "His pecker was so puny. And he always finished too soon. On top of that, he wouldn't use his mouth on me."

"That's why I called my man Lamont to take over."

My girlfriend gazed up adoringly at her new companion. "He's a big improvement in so many ways, with the emphasis on the BIG."

Lamont grinned and said, "About double what you had before. From four inches to eight is one hell of a step up."

Lexus laughed. "And I can find out about that while we're here. It was so sweet of Keon and Mandy to rent a bedroom for all of us."

Keon said, "Including Jolene here."

I went cold inside. There were going to be games that included me? And involved Lexus with Lamont? My stomach clenched.

Lamont announced, "We're going to have all kinds of fun with Jolene. She's really some sort of sissy, who gets off on being used and abused. We'll be doing the freak a favor by treating her that way."

"Let's take those cuffs off her," Mandy suggested. "And put a leash on," Lamont contributed.

"She better behave," Keon said, staring straight at me. "Otherwise, I'll get somebody in here with the stuff they use to dissolve the glue that holds on her mask, and we'll see her real face. I know the pansy underneath wouldn't want that."

He was threatening to expose my true identity. That was unthinkable. As he unfastened my cuffs, I flexed stiff muscles and stepped away from the tilted table. There were a collar and leash hanging on a hook. Lamont took them and gave them to Lexus.

He told her, "Here you go, girl. Put this on our slave. You got some anger at that jerk Joey to vent. This'll be the perfect opportunity to get it all out."

"Yeah." I saw an unfamiliar leer on her pretty face. It was frightening. "If this pervert wants some nasty treatment, he'll get it in spades."

"And then you'll get some special treatment yourself," Lamont told her, "from this spade."

They all thought that was funny. Lexus put the collar around my neck and made it uncomfortably tight. She gave a tug on the leash. I stumbled forward, my legs still not fully operational.

"Maybe Jolene should crawl," Mandy suggested.

"Nah," Keon said. "We wouldn't want the weirdo to get his knees dirty. Instead, let's just take him for a stroll around the main room, before we head for our private suite."

Lexus pointed to my non-permanent tattoo. She snapped at me, "Let's go... SLUT."

Damn. My girlfriend had been convinced that I was some sort of creep. Those text message Keon sent her on my phone had certainly fulfilled their purpose. Mandy's revelations about my failed efforts to bed her didn't help. Now, Lexus was going to take her ire out on me, without knowing that I was the true target of her riled up emotions, since she had fallen for Keon's ruse.

On my leash, I was walked out into the crowd. Immediately, the center of attention was me. Curious clubbers gathered round. Lexus cheerfully demonstrated how receptive my nipples had become. I squirmed and twitched, making mournful sounds the entire time. A cute girl stepped up an asked if she could take a turn. My girlfriend was happy to allow it.

I heard Lexus explain, "My idiot of a boyfriend dumped me, so this pansy is taking his place for paybacks."

The girl tweaked my nips, mixing pain with pleasure. She told Lexus, "Good for you. It's only a shame you can't target the dope himself."

If only she knew. While the other female was driving me crazy, Lamont hugged Lexus. She turned up her face to him and closed her eyes. He ducked down from his superior height and kissed her hard. She responded by rubbing her crotch against his. When they separated, I couldn't miss the huge bulge in his pants. OMG. He honestly did have twice what I could offer her. The girl who was tantalizing me stepped away, leaving the ends of my breasts stiffer than ever. A hairy guy in leather took her place. No, no, no. I didn't want male hands on me. My silent wish was ignored, as he grinned devilishly and not only pinched but twisted as well. I yelped into my gag.

Instead of coming to my rescue, Lexus told him, "It's okay. That's Sissy Jolene and she's a pain pig."

He bit my neck. OW! That was going to leave a mark. From there I was paraded around the rest of the room, an object of ridicule and unwanted touching. I lost count of how many hands pawed my butt. One even pushed a finger deep into the space between my nether cheeks and poked at my tightness. A charming Asian gal handed Lexus a paddle, which she was quick to apply to my vulnerable hindquarters. I yowled into my gag.

"This is getting me all heated up," Lamont said.

To my horror, Lexus echoed him with, "Me too. Let's get to that bedroom."

Was my darling going to cheat on me? Despite what I had tried to do behind her back, the thought of her being unfaithful devastated me. With no way to refuse, I was taken to the private space Keon had thoughtfully gotten. There was a bed in the middle and several chairs along the walls. Hanging shelves were lined with sex toys. A mirror was mounted on the ceiling. Keon shared a kiss with Mandy. Lamont and Lexus followed their lead, locking lips right there in front of me. I was powerless to stop them when they let their hands roam all over each other. Clothes were removed. Lexus's body, which I had enjoyed so often, was now someone else's. After hearing her acknowledge my failures as a lover, the chances of ever recovering her were increasingly remote.

Lexus undid Lamont's belt, opened the catch at his waist, and lowered his fly. She tugged down his pants. My girlfriend pushed him gently, and he cooperatively sat on the side of the bed. That made it easy for her to remove his shoes and socks. After she performed that menial job, she massaged his hard calves. He had on boxer shorts and, even as loose as they were, I could tell there was a considerable prize inside them. Half-naked, she bent forward to exchange another kiss. Her breasts had been freed and Lamont happily fondled them. Her nipples grew as firm as mine had been. When she sat back on her heels, he stood once more. That made it simple for her to pull down his shorts. What was revealed was even more impressive than I expected. His cock was long and thick, like some sort of war club. She handled it and soon had it rock solid. Lexus held her soft cheek against it. I heard her purr.

There I stood, naked except for my mask, wig and pussy-patch. My poor penis throbbed insistently but remained flaccid. I was so desperate that I wanted to play with my own tits. Lexus stretched out on her back, in the middle of the mattress. Lamont go on his knees between her willfully spread thighs. He positioned the rounded end of his rampant member against her lower lips, which were dewy with the moisture of sexual readiness. I made a strangled sound.

Keon remarked, "Sounds like Jolene's jealous. Guess the perv wants some action of her own."

Mandy exclaimed, "I can help with that."

From the collection of adult novelty items, she selected a fat butt plug and a tube of lubricant. As she opened the lube, Lamont eased into my girlfriend. Inch after girthy inch vanished into her body. Her chest heaved. Her eyelids fluttered. She licked her lips. He buried himself all the way, until his heavy balls touched her. Then he set up an unhurried rhythm of in and out. She held onto him and met his thrusts with jerks of her pelvis. Their synchronized sex mesmerized me. I was watching my lover being voluntarily ravished by a better man. Better and bigger.

Mandy told me, "Put your hands on the edge of the bed, Jolene. Stick out that inviting rear end."

The stopper was all greased up. That would help but the insertion would still be trying. She set it against my pucker and pushed. Gradually, I was opened up. At the maximum stretching point, I murmured into my gag constantly. A shove drove the stopper

inside. My ring closer around the narrower section near the base. The inserted thickness kept it from slipping out. I raised my upper body, which made me even more aware of how my ass was being violated. Directly in front of me, Lexus was relishing another different of penetration. To avert my eyes from that, I looked upward. There she was in the mirror, having the best sex ever. It was better than what I had given her by several magnitudes. She wriggled and then wrapped her shapely legs around Lamont. All at once she was in the throes of a climax. Lamont just kept pumping. She came down from her shivering orgasm and was soon mounting toward a follow-up. With me helplessly viewing it all from so near, directly in via reflection, she had two more finales before he allowed himself to explode deep inside her. Lamont kept up his piston-like efforts until spunk had oozed out around his thickness.

I thought my ordeal was over. That was when Lexus told me, "Kneel down alongside the bed, Jolene, nice and close. I have a treat for you, boobs-boy."

She fingered her messy furrow and gathered up a coating of cum. Then she pulled the gag out of my mask. I took a breath. That was all the time I had before she poked her disgusting digit between my rubber lips and onto my tongue. I had to suck Lamont's semen, mixed with her own juices, until she was clean. Then my girlfriend repeated the ritual half a dozen more times.

Keon asked her, "Feel better about your break-up now? Ready to forget Joey?"

"Forget who?" She chortled. "It was fantastic to take all my anger out on Jolene here."

I was broken. How could I ever go back to what had once been? The four of them left. I stayed on my knees, still collared and leashed, with the bung occupying my sphincter. The flavor of semen was strong in my mouth.

Two days later, at home and out of the mask, with the temp tattoo gone, my breasts and butt were shrinking. My prick, no longer under that facsimile vagina, started to feel more normal. That was when Keon showed up and gave me back my phone. He told me to check my text messages. It turned out that he, once more pretending to be me, had formed a sort of truce with Lexus. His explanation for my absence from her life was that I had realized I was a submissive sissy who wanted to be cuckolded. If she would take me back as her bedroom slave, I would obey her exactly, without question. That presented the slightest chance that I could work my way back into her good graces. Emotionally train-wrecked, I was thrilled when she accepted my humble offer, which was in reality from Keon.

When I met with her, I learned the terms that would apply. Lamont would be her bedmate. My title would be pussy-slave. I would be expected to lick her clean after the frequent sex she had with him. It was madness but I accepted. I would also wear whatever she dictated when at her place, where I would do all the housework. Even when I found there would be a French maid costume for me, I didn't balk. My ego had been so battered that any sort of relationship with her, no matter how disadvantageous for me, was preferable to none at all.

One night, while I was lapping her puss clean, swallowing Lamont's spunk, he decided that he needed to be done too. She watched avidly as I did it. They screwed once more that evening, after which he promptly fell asleep. I thought I had avoided a repeat of my nauseating task. It turned out that the job had only been postponed until the next morning. He had recharged his sexual batteries by then. As I tongued away the dried sticky substance from his dark cock, to my horror he got an erection. Lexus thought that was perfect for me, as the panty-boy she believed me to be. That was why I had to cap the knob of his member with my mouth and suck him. She joined in, wrapping the fingers of both hands around his pole and stroking. Aided by her, he approached a blast-off. With her and I working in tandem, he reached his apex and emptied his balls. I gagged down the generous helping of cream. That was the first blowjob I gave. Lamont bragged to Keon about my mouth and that led to me being his cock receptable as well.

Somewhere during all that, inspired by their earlier visit to the

kinky club, I was renamed Jolene. When I wasn't naked, I was often in panties and stockings. They took special pleasure from putting me in corsets and tightening them until I could hardly breathe. It was decided that they had to make me a sissy in full and take my backdoor virginity. That event became a ceremony with candles lit around the bed and romantic music playing. Neither of the guys wanted to do it, so they recruited a friend who had just finished a stint in prison, where he had endlessly used his defenseless white cellmate. The ex-con's nickname was Buster. When I saw his ginormous cock, it dawned on me that what he

was called could be short for Ass Buster. I had to put edible lube in my mouth and get him slick by applying it with my tongue.

When he was ready and the others were gathered around, Buster got behind me. I was on my knees, head on a pillow and tail in the air. He gripped my hips so tightly that his fingers sank into my soft flesh. His cockhead pressed against my male maidenhead. He crammed himself inside, to the accompaniment of my tearful cries. It was an ordeal that concluded with him dumping the contents of his big balls into my bowels. I was fully used and branded for good as a pillow biter.

It's been six months since then. I became so distracted at my

low-level job that I got fired. We all moved in together into a suburban house formerly occupied by Keon's cousin, who had to relocate for a new job and sold it to Keon for less than market value. We're all there, with me as something between a house pet and a slave. I'm always available to whoever wants to use me for whatever they please.

The last thing I do every night is to give Lexus goodnight kisses. That might sound like a step in the right direction but it isn't. The issue is that I'm not allowed to put my lips on hers. Instead, I have to push my face between her desirable ass cheeks and kiss her there — where the sun doesn't shine. Going to sleep on my narrow bed in the walk-in closet, with that taste on my tongue, I can't forget for even a moment what my lowly position is, and how utterly I have lost my former girlfriend.

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