BULLIED SISSY CUCKOLD by Throne

Bullied Sissy Cuckold! 

By Throne

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BULLIED SISSY CUCKOLD

by Throne

Larry Little had been married to Trish for two years when everything

changed.  He came home from his dull job one Friday, to find her acting

perkier than usual.  The hopeful husband told himself her mood might

mean she wanted sex.  His wife was so good looking, with her trim

figure and full bust, sweet face and long blond hair.  He really wished

they would have relations more than the once-a-week routine they had

fallen into.  But he was short and slim, with barely any body hair and

-- worst of all -- laughably small genitals.  He realized now that she

had married him because he was reliable and unchallenging.  Back in

high school he had been smitten with her but she had only dated jocks

and bad boys.  Late in their senior year she decided she needed to

settle down and that was when Larry got to go out with her.

As it turned out, her good attitude that afternoon was not because she

wanted to hop into bed with him.  It was because they were going to

have a visitor.  When she told him who it was, he almost missed the

name.  Larry had been distracted because she was wearing a tight, short

sleeved top and snug mini-shorts.  He had to ask her to repeat what she

had said.

"What I just told you..."  She spoke with exaggerated patience.  "...

was that Mack Jackson is stopping by this evening."

"Maximum Mack?" he blurted out.

"Yes.  I always loved that nickname.  He always did the maximum damage

to guys on the opposing teams when he played football."

"But he...  I mean, the two of us never got along."

What Larry had prevented himself from saying was that Mack had bullied

him mercilessly.  The big guy had pushed him around, stuffed him into

his own locker, and swatted him with a wet, rolled up towel in the

locker room, among other indignities.

Trish folded her arms under her attractive breasts, which were not

contained by a bra.  She wanted to know, "Is there a problem?"

Larry said, "I don't understand why he wants to see me."

His wife explained, "He wants to see both of us.  And his reason is

that he never got you or I to sign his yearbook.  Mack just wants us to

do it now.  Isn't that sweet of him?"

Not honestly meaning it, Larry conceded, "Yeah.  Sweet."  That

adjective was the last descriptive he would use for his former bully.

"He'll be here at eight.  I hope you'll have a better attitude by

then."

"Sure.  It's just that, well, I never expected to see Mack again after

he moved away."

"Well, he's back now.  Living a few miles away.  Over in Shelbyville.

I need some time to get ready, so I'm sure you can find something for

dinner in the fridge."

"Okay."

He was miserable at the prospect of having Mack in their home.  His one

consolation was that Trish had never dated the jerk.  It wasn't for a

lack of trying on Mack's part.  But she had been put off by his

reputation for getting girls addicted to his raw sexuality, and then

dumping them to move on to the next of his many conquests.

Two hours later, Larry had satisfied what little appetite he had with a

sandwich.  Trish was in the bathroom.  She turned off the shower.  He

went into the bedroom and found clothes laid out for him on the bed.

Larry recognized the short-sleeve madras plaid shirt and the narrow-leg

slacks as items he had worn back in school.  Where had Trish found

those?  And did she really expect him to wear them?

He heard her coming and turned around.  She entered the room stark

naked, drying her hair with a big towel.  Those irresistible boobs were

jiggling invitingly at him.  She lowered the towel and looked directly

into his eyes .

"Do you like what I picked out for you, sweetie?  I thought it would be

fun for you to wear some of your old stuff."

He decided that would be the wrong moment to dispute her choices.

Easier to simply accept them and not think about it.  Larry just wanted

to get through this evening and put it behind him.  Maybe if he was

cooperative and everything went smoothly, she would reward him with

some extra attention in bed.  Or at least more enthusiasm during their

weekly coitus.  He was aware that he didn't have much to offer, with

his unimpressive penis, lack of assertiveness, and especially his quick

finishing time.  Even so, he earned all the household income and

thought he deserved some kind of return for that, in the form of better

sex.

So all he said was, "No problem.  Maybe Mack will recognize my

clothes."

And perhaps the bully would see Larry looking dorky, with his skinny

legs emphasized, and remember what he had done to the smaller guy while

he was wearing those things.  He might recall the time he had made

Larry eat several helpings of awful tasting beets in the lunchroom, or

when he had Larry hide in a stall in the girls' room, while Mack hung

an Out Of Order sign on the booth's door.  In that latter incident,

Larry had to crouch on top of the toilet and keep silent while girls

came and went, even using the spaces on either side of him.  He heard

them gabbing and, at one point, almost as if Mack had caused it,

talking about himself and what a dweeb he was.

By the time Trish left the bedroom, Larry was wildly horny from looking

at her.  Now he wanted relief more than ever.  He reluctantly got into

the unwanted clothes and made sure his short blond hair was neatly

combed.  Back in the bathroom, she began to blow dry her hair.  Getting

into a pair of slip-on shoes, he went to the den of their suburban home

to pass some time while he waited for his wife to finish preparing

herself.  Larry turned on the TV and watched a rerun of one of his

favorite science fiction shows.  He was feeling somewhat better after

that.  It was almost time for Mack to arrive.  That was when Trish

whisked into the room.

Larry could only sit there in the big recliner, his eyes wide and mouth

open, when he saw what she had on.  Trish was boldly shown off in a

clinging sleeveless top (in cream) and super-short, pleated skirt (that

was black).  Her hair was up in a bun at the back of her head, which

allowed attention to focus on her dramatic make-up, with smoky eyelids

and dark pink lips.  Even her shoes were calculated to draw attention,

being a pair of glossy red heels that she had worn once, to Larry's

office party, and then put in the back of the closet.

Her husband gaped at her.  He didn't want Mack to see her like that.

The remaining time until the bully's arrival offered nothing but

anxiety for Larry.  At last there was a loud assertive knock on the

front door.  Hadn't he seen the doorbell?  Larry sighed and went to

answer it.  Mack was as tall and imposing as he remembered him.  The

big man smiled down at his former victim and shoved the yearbook at

him, almost knocking him off balance.  Larry automatically took the

volume and stepped aside.

Mack told him, "Good to see you again, twerp.  Looks like you never got

a growth spurt."

As he looked past Larry, Trish was coming toward him, putting an extra

wiggle in her walk.  Her wonderful boobs, unbound by a bra, shifted

around slightly under her close fitting top.  To her husband's dismay,

her nipples had stiffened and poked out against the thin material.  She

bit her lower lip and fluttered her eyelashes.

"Hello, Mack," she said sweetly.  "I'm so glad you got in touch with

me."

He held up a bottle of wine.  "Same here, honey.  I bought a cold

bottle, so how about if we open it before it gets warm."

"Of course."  To her spouse she said, "Larry, get us two glasses,

please."

"Um, darling," he told her weakly, "you know that you don't handle

alcohol very well."

Mack reproved him, "Damn, Larry.  It's only wine.  Cut your hot wife

some slack."

"Yeah," she backed up the guest.  "Cut me some freaking slack.  Stop

being a jerk."

"You heard her, buddy."  Mack sounded satisfied that she had taken his

side.  "Don't be a jerkoff.  Not like that time in the locker room."

"What happened in the locker room?" Trish asked with sudden interest.

"It wasn't anything," Larry insisted.

"How about if you just get those two glasses," Mack said.  "And stop

telling your wife what she's allowed to hear about."

Trish shot a heated look at her now silent husband.  Larry's shoulders

sagged and he turned away to do as he was told.  When he came back with

the pair of glasses, the two old classmates were side by side on the

sofa.  Larry had considered getting a third glass for himself but then

decided not to.  He didn't want to be corrected again by his bride.

Mack was leaning toward her, saying something quietly enough that only

she could hear it.  Trish gasped and then she laughed out loud.  When

she turned her attention back to her husband there was scorn in her

eyes.  It changed to amusement, along with a hint of mischief.

As Mack opened the screw-top bottle, Larry silently set the glasses on

the low coffee table in front of them.  The assertive man poured,

making sure Trish's was quite full.  They picked them up and clinked

them lightly together, their eyes locked.  Then Mack took a sip while

she enjoyed a generous swallow.  The muscles in Larry's neck and upper

back tensed.  The unhappy husband sat in an easy chair across from

them.

"So," Trish asked the visitor.  "Besides that action in the locker

room, what else happened between you and my loverboy?"

Mack grinned.  "We used to get into little wrestling matches behind the

school.  I tried out some holds I was learning and tried to get Larry

to join the wrestling team like I did.  He could have been good for the

other guys to practice on... I mean practice with."

She wanted to know, "Did he ever win when he was... helping you?"

"Sort of," Mack lied.  "He's small but fast.  And was always trying to

squirm out of whatever I had him in."

Larry corrected, "I honestly wasn't that good at it.  You, uh..."  He

didn't want to admit this, but also didn't want Mack to control the

narrative.  "... pinned me down a lot."

"I did get lucky sometimes," Mack said, compounding his dishonestly.

"But you had a few tricks you used."

"Wish I could have seen that," Trish said.  She eyed her husband.

"I'll bet you would have really impressed me, sweetie."

He cringed inwardly.  "Well, those days are past."

"Hell, no," Mack said jovially.  "If Trish wants to see us tussle,

let's give her a show.  And who knows.  Maybe you'll win again."

Larry had never won, of course.  He had been held painfully, limbs

twisted, and made to surrender over and over.  He had been sat on, with

Mack's superior weight crushing him, and forced to say terrible untrue

things about himself and his sexuality.  He had even had Mack atop him,

with his crotch against Larry's face, while Mack reached back, grabbed

the helpless weakling's legs, and bent him nearly double.

"Yeah," Trish seconded.  "You might come out on top, babe.  And earn a

reward from me."

"But we don't want to mess up our clothes," Mack decided.  "So how

about if we strip down to our shorts?  Come on, Larry.  Unless you're

afraid."

With his wife's critical gaze on him, the outmatched husband didn't

want to back down.  He accepted the dare and began to remove his shirt.

In a strained whisper he agreed, "I'll do it."

"I always liked the way you dressed," Mack said.  "Where did you get

your clothes?  Sissies-Are-Us?"

"Hey," Larry blurted without thinking.  "My mom bought everything I

wore."  As soon as the words were out he regretted them.  Sounding

sulky without intending to, he added, "Until I got older."  Somehow

that didn't help.

"Whatever," Mack told him.

The tall man got out of his shirt and revealed a broad muscular chest

and firm arms.  Not sculpted but obviously powerful.  His pants

followed and his legs were equally impressive.  He had an average

amount of body hair but its darkness emphasized it.  Trish took a deep

breath.  Larry removed his own shirt and pants.  He was pale and slim.

His lack of hirsuteness didn't help the image he was projecting.  Mack

wore loose boxer shorts that gave no clue about what he might be

packing between his legs.  But the other man had vivid memories of a

dense pubic bush and the largest genitals in the locker room.  Larry

had on close-fitting jockeys that made it obvious how little he had

where it counted.

"Let's get to it."  Mack sounded confident as he rolled his broad

shoulders and assumed a wrestler's stance.

Larry nervously licked his lips.  He tried to imitate that posture but

his effort only made Trish chuckle.   The two men circled.  Larry did

it warily, Mack with self-assurance.  The experienced fighter feinted,

retreated unnecessarily, and then came in fast, catching his opponent

in the middle of an awkward step back.  Mack grabbed Larry's arm, bent

it up behind him, yanked hard and made the smaller man yelp, then

quickly released him.  It hadn't looked like much but it left Larry

with a very sore shoulder.  In desperation, Larry lowered his head and

rushed in.  Mack easily caught him in a headlock and squeezed with all

his considerable strength.  Again it didn't display a lot of effort, or

appear to be overly effective, but it left Larry half choked and badly

shaken.  When Larry grabbed for Mack, the superior man let him grab his

arm.  He even allowed him to hold on and appear to get him in a lock.

Mack feigned being caught, gave Larry a few added seconds to get his

hopes up, and then effortlessly shook him off.

Mack said, "I thought you had me there, pal.  You nearly turned that

into a takedown."

What?  Larry hadn't seen any opportunity like that.  He glanced toward

his wife to see how she was reacting.  Trish had the glass up to her

lips again.  Before Larry could switch his focus back to the match,

Mack caught his uninjured arm and pulled that one behind him, punishing

it the same way he had the other.  When he released his hold, Larry

staggered away, hurting with every movement.  Mack unhurriedly picked

up his wine glass and took a drink.  When Larry started to move toward

him, Mack held up one finger to stop him.  He filled Trish's glass

while she held it, winked at her, and put the bottle back down.  Then

he lunged toward her spouse, stopped short of making contact, and

scared Larry into retreating up too fast and nearly falling over his

own feet.

"Take a second to get your balance," Mack said gallantly, with only a

trace of condescension.  "I'll wait."

"Maybe we can just declare it a tie," Larry offered with faint hope.

"Nonsense.  I still want your good looking wife to see you get your

chance to win.  That's only fair to her."  He resumed his fighter's

crouch and moved from one side to the other.  "Let's see you go for

it."

Larry moved forward cautiously.  Mack toyed with him, dodging and

delivering light face slaps.  Trish bent forward and watched intently,

an unfamiliar pink flush on her pretty face.  She drank more wine.  All

at once Mack grabbed Larry's wrist, gave him a simple judo toss, and

made him land hard on his back.  The air was knocked from Larry's

lungs.  He lay there helplessly as Mack planted a bare foot on his

chest and assumed a victorious pose.  Then Mack dropped down hard,

landing his knee on Larry's breastbone, again leaving him unable to

catch his breath.  Mack tried out a few different holds, making sure to

deliver lots of pain without being obvious about it.  In no time he had

Larry close to tears.  Then he put him in a simple leg lock and kept

him there.

"Wow," Trish said, beginning to sound drunk.  "You guys really went at

it.  A few times I thought my Larry had you, Mack.  But you managed to

beat him."

"Almost," Mack said.  "There's just one more step."  Aching all over,

Larry could barely move.  That worked against him when Mack did a quick

release, grabbed is jockey shorts, and yanked them down his unmuscular

legs and off.  He held them up and waved them, touting himself as, "The

Winner!"

Instead of defending her spouse, Trish laughed wildly.  Larry was

humiliated to have his undersized male parts exposed, along with his

near absence of pubic hair.  He tried to get to his feet but Mack

repeatedly knocked him back down.  When he was finally allowed to rise,

he grabbed for his shorts but Mack pulled them beyond his reach.  The

game of keep-away went on for a minute but it seemed much longer to the

loser.  At last Mack tossed the undergarment over Trish's head, so it

landed behind the sofa.  Larry was incensed.  He took a wild swing at

Mack.  The big man pulled his body back enough that it barely

connected, but not enough to make it miss altogether.   From Trish's

point of view the ineffectual effort looked like a solid hit, as Mack

had intended it to appear.  He grabbed at his chest and recoiled.

Larry froze in surprise.

"Whoa," Mack said, putting on an offended tone.  "You hit me after the

match was over, man.  That's not sporting."

Larry had been soundly defeated and was hurting everywhere.  Now he was

being made to look unfair and vindictive.  Barely able to bend or

stretch, he felt Mack's big hand clamp onto the back of his neck.

Larry was ingloriously walked to a wooden chair that the victor pulled

away from the wall.  Mack sat and pulled his unclothed prey across his

lap.

"That was just plain bad behavior, boy," Mack said reprovingly.  "And

bad boys get spanked."

Before Larry could react, and with his bride watching avidly, Mack

raised his open hand, to bring it down hard on the upturned bare

bottom.  There was a loud fleshy smack and Larry yowled at the top of

his voice.   When the seated man looked toward Trish, he saw her

grinning devilishly.  With that encouragement he kept going, landing

blow after blow until Larry was a blubbering wreck and his bottom was

bright red.  Mack stood and dumped the weeping husband onto the floor,

to lay there holding his backside.  As if nothing unusual had just

happened, Mack went back to the sofa and sat alongside Trish.  He

picked up his glass and took another drink before filling hers for the

third time.  She gazed at him worshipfully.

"So," he said, "it looks like your crybaby husband isn't going to get

that reward you mentioned."

"No."  There was a thoughtful pause.  "So I guess I'll have to give it

to you."

Mack called out to Larry, "You don't mind if I collect a little

something from your Missus, do you?  How about it... wimp?"

Larry started to say something, but when Mack made a fist -- unseen by

Trish -- he fell silent and lowered his wet eyes.  She waited and, when

he still didn't speak up, drained half her full glass.

"You're not much of a man, Larry," she said.

"Yeah," Mack agreed.  "But sometimes he forgets.  Like when he sucker

punched me after our match was over.  Seems to think the rules of

wrestling don't apply to him.  Like maybe that's okay because he's not

a regular guy.  He's more of a pansy.  If that's the way he wants it,

with special treatment and all, we should do something to remind all of

us what he is .   Like..."  He stopped, to allow her to fill in the

blank.

She got up decisively and put her hands under her short skirt.  Moments

later she had removed and was holding a pair of pink thong panties.

"These are very stretchy," she announced, "so they'll fit my skinny

husband.  And the narrow strip in the back won't cover up that colorful

job you did on his ass.  Best of all, the front will show off how small

his package is.   Every time he looks down there and sees what a tiny

bump he makes, he'll think twice before trying to pass himself off as a

real male."

"Instead of a sissy," Mack contributed.  "Which is what he is."

"Like in that story you told me about the locker room."

"Yeah.  A jerk off sissy.  Who had to sniff my jock strap while he

played with that chicken finger between his legs.  But after he puts on

his pretty panties, you and me still have to decide what that reward

was going to be.   The one Larry Loser isn't getting because he lost

and then earned himself a spanking."

"For sure.  The big reward goes to you."  She put her hand on his bare

thigh and gave a squeeze.  "And seeing you in just your shorts like

this gives me ideas about what I should give you.  But first I want us

to see my husband with his new look."

They both turned their attention toward Larry, who was on his hands and

knees, sobbing.  Trish held the panties toward him and gave them a

shake.  "Come and get them," she called.  When he started to get the

rest of the way up she admonished.  "If you stand, I'll have Mack swat

your fanny some more.  Just crawl on over here, worm."

He approached without rising.  She dropped the panties to him.  He had

to get onto his back and work them up his nearly hairless legs.  What

little hair grew on his thighs was downy and blond, so that it remained

invisible.  He tugged the bit of lingerie all the way up and over his

crotch, also getting the rear string into the crack of his butt.  Then

he got back onto hands and knees.  Mack stood and faced Trish.

The powerful man told her, "I don't want to be greedy.  How about if my

reward is just a kiss?"

"Just a kiss?" she repeated skeptically.  "That's all?"

"Sure.  I mean, you are a married woman."

"At the moment that's barely true."  She opened her arms to him.  "But

let's try it and see what happens."

He embraced her and their bodies pressed together.  Mack delivered a

long soulful kiss that made her weak in the knees.   She clung to him

and, after recovering from the initial shock of his heated passion,

gave as good as she got.  That was when she felt him getting an

erection.  She pressed her pelvis against his.  He lowered his hands,

got them under her brief skirt, and held onto her bare buns, drawing

her more tightly against him.  Trish marveled at the size of what she

was feeling.  As soon as he broke off the kiss and relaxed his hold,

she got one hand between their bodies in the area of interest.

"Holy crap," she said breathily.  "That's a hell of a lot more than

Larry is showing in his thong.  Although I guess I can't call him Larry

when he's looking like that.  I should refer to him as Sugar Plum.  Or

Honey Bun.  Or maybe just Cupcake.  That's it.  He's now sweet sissy

Cupcake.  But not the kind I'd eat.  What I want to eat is..."

Instead of finishing the sentence she slowly sank to her knees.  Trish

gingerly lowered Mack's shorts.  His stiff rod sprang out, bumping into

her face.  She went cross-eyed from staring at it.  Then she took it in

both hands (it was definitely of two-hand size) and caressed it.  Next,

as if suddenly remembering what else to do, she opened her mouth and

capped the thick bulbous head.  Inch by inch she swallowed the entire

nine inches.  At the same time she massaged his heavy balls.  Larry

could only stare and whimper.

Trish freed the shaft and sneered at her husband.  "Your reward is

going to be more than just a kiss, Mack.  Since Cupcake didn't make a

single move to defend his rights to me, he just lost them.  Sure, it'll

be a lot of work for me to accommodate such a monster of a cock.  It's

so much more than I ever got from my pansy spouse.  But I don't mind.

I'll make the extra effort."

As if to demonstrate, she again buried his cock in her throat, stroked

his thighs, and reached around to fondle his firm ass.  Mack put his

hands lightly on her blond hair and half-closed his eyes as she

continued to fellate him with skill and enthusiasm.  Larry curled up

into a ball on his side and watched impotently.  But Mack wasn't

impotent.  His tool remained rock hard.  After a quarter hour he began

to breath through clenched teeth.  Trish slowed down, varied her

techniques, and murmured words of love to his rampant rod.  He applied

slightly more pressure with his fingers, letting her know he was ready

to have is trigger pulled.  She happily complied and he was soon

grunting rhythmically.  All at once his body went stiff and he growled.

She eased back until only the head was past her lips as he blasted his

load.  It was obvious that she was trying to accommodate the large

amount of spunk he was producing.  Not until he was completely done and

had enjoyed and extra minute of her tongue working on him did she back

away.  Her cheeks were bulging from his discharge and her own saliva.

She got partway up, rushed over to Larry in a bent over posture, and

knelt alongside him.  Trish got her fingers on the sides of his face

and squeezed.  His mouth popped open.  He goggled at her as she brought

her face closer and locked lips with him.  Suddenly she was pushing the

output of Mack's balls into Larry's mouth.  He gagged and groaned but,

as more of it ran over his tongue, made himself swallow some.  He began

crying again and his nose started to run.  His bride didn't cease her

efforts until she had cleaned every bit she could from her mouth.

Finally, she gathered fresh spit and launched it between his lips.  He

surrendered fully and gulped down that too.

Mack sat on the sofa and at last finished his wine.  When Trish wanted

more he stopped her with a gently restraining hand.

"You're okay, babe," he said.  "I think you hit your limit on the

happy-juice.  Now sit next to me and cuddle."

"I'm sorry we didn't get to have real sex," she said in a small voice.

"Me too," he agreed.  "And I won't be ready to go again for at least

about a half hour."

Her eyes brightened.  "For real?  Jeez.  I'm not used to that, either.

I mean, Mr. Two Minutes and Done over there is only good for once a

night.  That's another reason I cut him down to just Friday nights."

"You won't have that problem anymore.  I guarantee.  That is, so long

as I'm the only man in this house."

"What?  You mean I should throw Cupcake out?"

"No, no, no.  Just dress the fruit up pretty whenever he's here.  We

don't want him imagining he'll ever be allowed to have his tiny dick

inside your snatch again."

"Oh.  I get it.  If I keep him looking like a princess, we'll have to

treat him like one."

"Right.  Not like a gay guy who has fashion sense.  I mean, hey, I buy

my sport coats and slacks from a place where the whole staff is light

in the loafers.  They're cool.  But your Miss Cupcake needs to look

like he's sending out signals to the world that he's as queer as a

three dollar bill.  Loves to play dress-up.  Would rather wear panties

than boxers or briefs."

"Understood.  And I'll have fun doing it.  Want to see him in full

sissy mode?  Before we break in the bed?"

"That'd be good.  It might make it easier for him when he watches us do

it for the first time, where he's already done it for his last time."

With a new sense of authority, Trish snapped her fingers and gestured

for Larry to get to his feet.  She walked toward their room and he

followed wordlessly.  When they got there she began sorting through

some of her lingerie and sleepwear.

In a strained whisper he asked, "You're not really going through with

this, are you?  I mean, what the two of you just said about me?"

"Damn straight I am.  Well, maybe straight's not the word if it

involves you."

"But I'm not gay."

"Maybe not.  But you might as well be around me.  No humping for you,

though I did just get an idea about how to deal with your sexual

needs."  She cackled.  "A terrific idea."

Trish laid out a filmy baby doll nightie and a new pair of elastic-top

stockings on the bed.  She made him sit on the edge of the mattress and

directed him to roll the stockings and work them up over his legs.

Then she had him get on his feet and drop the nightie over his head.

When she smoothed it down for him she made sure to run her fingertips

over his nipples.  His little dick tingled and got slightly fuller.

She laughed cruelly at its limited size.  Then she went through her

cosmetics and selected several items.

"Mack doesn't want you passing for a girl or anything.  He says you

should be more like a pretty sissy on the make.  So..."

She went to work, applying some blush to his cheeks, putting blue shade

on his eyelids, using mascara to thicken his lashes, and ending with a

pale red lipstick.  He could smell Mack's spunk on her breath.  Trish

stepped back and gave him a critical once-over.  Satisfied, she told

him to check the mirror on her dresser.  When he did it, he gasped.

Staring back at him was the image of a cute gay boy who was advertising

his charms.  He sniffled and gave her a pleading look.

"No sympathy for you, Cupcake," she said coolly.  "When your old bully

reappeared, you collapsed like a house of cards in a sudden breeze.

You should be grateful I'm giving you this makeover.  It'll keep Mack

happy and save you from a nasty beatdown."

She fussed with his hair for a minute, put some holding product in it,

and gave it a final combing that left it looking fuller and higher.

Then she turned him around and slapped him hard on his still sore butt.

He yipped and went back in the direction from which they'd come.  She

stopped in the bathroom to thoroughly brush her teeth and use

mouthwash.  He wanted to do the same but she shook her head.  They

continued back to the living room.  When Mack saw him he howled with

laughter.

"That's what I'm talking about.  Good looking, there, Cupcake.  Trish

better watch out you don't steal me away from her.  I know you want my

big sewer rat in our tight little mousehole."

A chill ran through Larry.  He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

Just the thought of being violated that way, or even having to do for

Mack what Trish had done, on her knees, made him quiver with nervous

fear.  The domineering man snapped to his feet and put an arm around

Trish's waist.  He walked her toward the bedroom and Larry trailed

along after them wordlessly.  Mack intentionally raised the back of

Trish's abbreviated skirt and pawed her bottom with her husband

watching.  Once they were in the bedroom, Mack gently undressed her.  A

minute later they had made Larry turn back the covers to the foot of

the bed and fluff both pillows.  Then the two of them lay down side by

side.

While Larry stood out of the way and watched in numb disbelief, they

shared extended foreplay and then Mack got on top of Trish.  His

amazing cock was soon inside her and she was moaning and then squealing

with delight.  He gave her a power pumping that lasted nearly an hour,

set off three female orgasms, had her sweating and sounding like she

was speaking in tongues.  At last he put her across the finish line one

more time and simultaneously allowed himself to ejaculate.  That left

her lying there in stuporous post-coital ecstasy.  Larry could only

stand where he was, in his mortifyingly feminine attire, his face and

hair done up, with his lips quivering, once more on the verge of tears.

"All right, Cupcake," Mack said from his place of conquest on the bed.

"Get up between your wife's sexy legs so you can have your turn."  He

dismounted and stretched out beside her.

"You mean sex?"

"Sure."  But when Larry tried to assume the missionary position, Mack

reached out with his long arm to slap him in the face.  "Not like that,

you dumb bunny.  Not screwing.  Oral sex.  Help her recover.  Mouth to

pussy resuscitation."

"B... but, she's so messy down there."

"Which is why she needs a cleaning from her loving sissy husband.  Now

get going."

Larry got where he was supposed to be.  Confronting him was his wife's

girly parts, their lips darkened by so much activity, oozing cream.

His throat tried to close up.  He could smell the distinctive scent of

semen.  Then he stuck out his tongue and got his first salty taste.  He

had to stop for a few seconds but forced himself to continue.  Licking

it up and making himself ingest it.  This was so much worse that what

he had been forced to gulp down before.  He was sickened but didn't

stop.  His wife purred at the bonus stimulation she was receiving.

Trish even had a mild orgasm, despite how much Mack had already done to

her.

"Thanks, Cupcake," the thoroughly satisfied wife sighed.  "I'll make

sure to have you do that every time after my new lover has properly

pounded me.  You soothed my overworked pussy, got rid of all that

sticky stuff, and tickled my fancy at the same time."  She chortled.

"And I'm sure a sissy like you loves tasting a man's spunk."

Nauseated by what he had been made to do, Larry just wanted to go

elsewhere and try not to think of what was happening.  But he wasn't

that fortunate.  Mack had left the yearbook in the living room and sent

him to fetch it.  When he bought it back his wife was ready to sign.

On her picture she wrote, TO MACK, THE ONLY MAN IN MY LIFE, and signed

it YOUR LOVER, TRISH, dotting the letter 'I' with a little heart.  She

made Larry write on his picture, THANKS FOR EVERYTHING and sign it

LARRY THE LOSER, aka CUPCAKE.  The couple in bed had a few good laughs

over that.  Then they sent Larry away to scrub the bathroom top to

bottom, still in his shameful outfit.

Before her husband left the bedroom, making sure he heard her, Trish

said to Mack, "And I want you to stop by anytime you feel like a drink

and a chat.  Or screwing my brains out again."

He told her, "Count on it, babe."

The cuckold shuffled off despondently.  He would have felt a little

better if he could have put on some male clothes but he knew that

wasn't an option.  Instead he had to perform his menial chore just the

way he was.  Two hours later he was almost done.  That was when Mack

came to the bathroom, took a leak, and made sure he created a mess on

the toilet and floor, even hitting the wall.

With a sneer he told Larry, "I am so sorry about that, Cupcake.  Just

be glad I'm letting use a sponge to do the job... instead of your sissy

tongue."

*********

Mack appeared every few nights.  When he wasn't there it put Trish into

a bitchy mood and she took out her anger on Larry.  She scolded him for

little or no reason, pinched his nipples, and frequently smacked his

bottom with whatever was handy, including a ruler, wooden kitchen

spoon, and a long metal shoehorn.  All of that was made worse by the

fact that he had to look like a sissy all the time at home.  Sometimes

she dressed him in just a belly shirt and colorful leggings.  Or it

might be a form-fitting top and panties with no crotch.  One outfit she

was especially proud of was a bowtie on an elastic neck band, an X made

out of black electrical tape over each of his nipples, and fishnet

pantyhose.  In that last one he resembled a bizarre sissy stripper.

Trish also didn't forget the idea she had come up with about her

husband's new sex life.  She found it wildly funny to make him play

with his tiny dick while she, alone or with her lover, watched.  Larry

also had to toy with his nipples and use a vibrator between his bottom

cheeks while he masturbated.  One evening Mack showed up with a

cucumber that the husband had to first fellate and then insert half of

up his own fundament, all the while masturbating and pretending to love

everything he was doing.   The cuckold was terribly ashamed to be seen

not only jerking off, but performing all those other acts along at the

same time.  Worst of all, he was rarely allowed to ejaculate, so his

little balls were terribly sore during that prolonged scene.

The times when he was permitted to finish, it was inevitably in some

humiliating way.  He might have to spurt into a handful of tissues,

trash can, or the toilet bowl.  His wife had him cream all over the

inside of the crotch of a pair of panties and then sleep in them.  Her

lover made him come all over a small bowl of steamed rice and then eat

it with chopsticks, so the unappetizing snack took as long as possible.

Mack continued to hint that he might demand BJs from Larry.  Or else

bend him over and plow him from behind.  It was obvious to both the

Bull and Cuckoldress how much those possibilities horrified Larry.

What they didn't tell their victim was that Mack had no special

interest in using him that way.  Even so, on Larry and Trish's wedding

anniversary, they had a surprise planned that would make the husband's

deepest fears a reality.  The two of them appeared, wearing only short

belted robes.  They made the husband get naked.

First they had Larry use a hair removing product to eliminate what

little downy growth he had on his body.  His pubes looked more immature

than ever once they were bare.  He had to parade around, all pink and

smooth, while Mack pretended to try to grab him, always missing by

inches.  Then Larry had to put on a pink, formfitting, girl's top with

spaghetti straps.  Two holes had been cut in the chest to let his

nipples show through.  That was followed by a pair of panties with a

heart-shaped cut-out in the seat, centered over his virginity.  His

hair was done up with gel into a mass of curlicues.  His wife decorated

his face with long, drawn on eyelashes, bright pink circles on his

cheeks, and lip liner to create an exaggerated cupid's bow mouth that

was colored in bright carmine.

Looking at the purple-red hue, and how it was applied, Mack declared,

"That's a real cocksucker mouth, Cupcake."

Trish agreed, "Sure is.  Maybe we can put it to use tonight."

"And those panties", the bully went on.  "They're an open invitation to

visit your backyard."

Larry went cold inside when he heard those remarks.  Was Mack finally

going to use him like that?  The thought of the big man's massive tool

invading him, filling his mouth and invading his throat, then violating

him in the most demeaning and ego crushing way possible, made his knees

weak with fear.  He was in a state of nervous anxiety as the couple sat

on the sofa and watched television while he had to stand by in case

they needed anything.  The pair began to kiss.   Trish folded back

Mack's robe so she could fondle his cock.  She looked at her spouse and

then at her lover's rampant weapon, back and forth several times, until

Larry was focused on it.  He swallowed drily, imagining that the moment

of his final unmanning had arrived.

That was when there was a knock on the door.  Larry nearly jumped.

Trish draped Mack's robe over his organ, which cooperatively relaxed.

"Somebody's at the door, Cupcake," she told her husband.  "You had

better go see who it is."

"Looking like this?" he asked desperately.

"That's how you always look around the house, darling.  Nowadays it's

who you are.  Isn't it?"

"I... guess it is," he whispered.

"So don't be ashamed of who you are.  Be a proud Nancy boy."

"Yeah, faggot," Mack told him firmly.  "Go... answer... the...

freaking... door."

Feeling faint, Larry did as he was told.  He didn't dare oppose the man

who had taken away his wife.  When he got to the door, Larry took a

deep breath before he opened it.  Confronting him were two tall men,

strong looking but also carrying some beer weight around their middles.

They had stubbled jaws and wore T-shirts and jeans, with heavy work

shoes on their big feet.   One had a shaved head and a patch of black

hair under his lower lip.  The other sported short red hair and long,

closely trimmed sideburns.  Both had visible tattoos.

"Come on in, guys," Mack called.

"Welcome to my home," Trish said merrily.  "How do you like my sissy

husband?  He's called Cupcake."

Larry had closed the door and was standing numbly inside it.  There was

nowhere to hide as the two men lasciviously eyed him up and down,

obviously appreciating his appearance.  They introduced themselves as

Mack's buddies, Doug and Troy.  Trish snapped at Larry to get them some

beers from the fridge.  He was relieved to escape the room but knew he

would be back all too soon.  When he returned with the bottles, the new

arrivals were sitting on two easy chairs across from the sofa.  He went

to Doug, who gripped his bottle but didn't take it, so that Larry

couldn't leave.  The shaven-headed man reached up to run a blunt

fingertip across Larry's nipples one at a time.  Only after he had made

the husband shudder and -- to Larry's dismay -- caused his tiny penis

to twitch, did he allow him to move.  When Larry reached red-headed

Troy the same delaying tactic was used, but this time it was so the

seated man could reach around, insert several calloused fingers through

the opening in the rear of those awful panties, and diddle him between

his soft cheeks.  Larry flinched and whimpered but stayed put.  A drop

of clear fluid appeared on the front of his panties for everyone to

see, along with the now erect state of his member.

"Looks like the sissy wants what we came to give him," Troy decided.

"I know the type," Doug said.  "Can't wait to get busy with a couple to

hard rods."

Larry turned frantically to his bride.  This couldn't be happening.  He

understood that it wasn't Mack who was going to use him like a slutty

panty-boy.  It would be these two brutish louts.  They twisted the caps

off their beers.  Troy took a swig and sighed loudly.  Doug enjoyed a

long swallow, then belched theatrically.  Larry backed away as they

undressed him with their penetrating gazes.  He pressed his thighs

together in an attempt at modesty, impossible as that was to achieve

after the way his wife had made him appear.  He sniffled and wrapped

his arms around himself.  He was caught in a nightmare with no way to

wake up.

"Don't act so shy and afraid," Troy told him.  "We won't do anything

that you haven't been secretly wanting all along."

"Yeah," Doug said reassuringly.  "Mack told us how you love to slurp up

his cream from your wife's snatch.  Now you'll be able to get it the

more direct way."

"That's the truth."  Troy nodded.  "Front and back."

"Down your gullet."

"And up the poop chute."

Larry moaned and said mournfully, "Nooooo.  I'm not gay."

"You will be."

"And once you are, you can't switch back to being un-gay."

"Once a sissy, always a sissy."

"The way we do it, you'll never forget your first time."

"Never stop wanting more."

"Be all hooked on cock."

On the verge of swooning, Larry had to go and lean on the side of

Troy's chair for support.  The seated man stroked the nearest smooth

hairless thigh and observed, "See?  You already came back for more.

The only question now is which one of us chokes you and which one pokes

you."

He chuckled at the way he'd said that and the other three all laughed.

Larry could only sob.  Troy rubbed the gusset of his panties and made

sure his involuntary erection didn't go away.  Everyone could see how

it pushed out against the satiny lingerie, as if to prove that the

husband honestly did desire what was planned for him.   Then the two

guys got up, held Larry between them, and got busy with their hands.

They touched him all over, visiting his most sensitive spots.  Their

thick fingers expertly triggered endless erotic responses.  He couldn't

believe how aroused they were getting him.  It didn't help Larry that

his nipples and the center of his butt were accessible.  But they also

touched his ears, neck, underarms, tummy, and inner thighs.  He writhed

helplessly between them, gasping and trying to suppress his excitement.

The pair kept him at a fever pitch of overheated need until he was

dizzy.  Unexpectedly the both stepped away and left him standing there,

his face flushed, hands fluttering, jaws slack.

"I think this little hottie is ready," offered Troy.

"Bed-ready for sure," agreed Doug.

They gently but firmly took hold of his slender upper arms, turned him,

and started forward.  Larry had no choice but to go with them.

Trish told them, "Guest bedroom is at the end of the hall on the

right."

Troy wanted to know, "You two want to come along and see the show?"

"Nah," Mack said.  "But we'll make him give us a full account later."

"Yeah," said Doug.  "A blow by blow account."  He snickered.

Trish explained, "It will be so humiliating for him to have to tell us

everything in detail."

"Right," Mack said with a grin.  "And he'll be telling that story over

and over.  Cupcake will NEVER live it down."

"Never."  Trish gave Mack a kiss.  "We won't let him.  Especially the

part about how he got one of his baby boners and it wouldn't go away."

There was more laughter as Larry was walked to the far bedroom and

through the door.  He was quaking and blinking back tears.  The men

made him undress them.  Larry was so near that he couldn't avoid

inhaling their male musk.  As he lowered their boxer shorts he was

dismayed to see that both had king size cocks.  They lifted him and

deposited him on the bed, on his hands and knees, then got onto the

mattress themselves.  Troy knelt in front of him and Doug did the same

behind.

When Troy took hold of Larry's ears he said, "Let's go, sissy boy.

Show me how much you want my cock.  Give it a few kisses and talk

pretty to it."

Larry shuddered and then craned his neck so his lips could touch that

impressive piece of man meat.  He kissed it lightly.

"You're gorgeous," he told the dangling tool.  "I want you so badly,"

he lied.  Then he started low to lick the head and slide his tongue up

the full length to the root.  "I have to..."  He gagged slightly.

"... to get my lips around you."

Troy's member was engorging and, as it rose to full life, Larry took

the fat head into his revulsed mouth.  He sucked and ran the flat of

his tongue over the sensitive underside of the knob.  Then he made

himself take in several more inches, until he reached his limit.  Not

sure what to do next, he moved his head back and forth.  When Troy

sighed, Larry knew he was doing it right.

Doug pushed Larry's knees together.  He rubbed his cock against Larry's

soft ass until the thick shaft grew rigid.  When Larry was expecting to

feel the head pressing against his most vulnerable spot, instead Doug

inserted himself between Larry's unmuscular thighs.  As the potential

backdoor invader began to pump himself in that snug warm space, Larry

dared to risk being relieved, if only slightly.

For about ten minutes it went on like that, simultaneous with roving

hands making the husband twitch and squirm.  Then the two big men

switched places.   Troy's rod, wet from Larry's mouth, now slid between

his thighs.  Doug's tool, eager for more personalized attention than it

had been getting, bumped against his lips, which popped open without

further urging.  The cuckold found himself sucking it, taking it out to

kiss and lap, using his hands on the full length, and even lowering his

head so he could lick Doug's bulging scrotum.

Even though he was disgusted with himself, Larry found he was wagging

his bottom to increase the pleasure transmitted to the rear cock fitted

between his warm thighs.  He took his mouth off the demanding forward

cock and nuzzled his cheek against it.   What was he doing?  Why was he

improvising to add to their happiness with him?  Why not just do the

minimum to get this ordeal over with?  He told himself that he only

wanted to keep them satisfied so they wouldn't get rough with him.  Or

maybe it was just that he was too broken to act like his true self.

There might be other explanations but he didn't want to consider those.

If he did, what remained of his self image as a man could be destroyed,

perhaps never to be rebuilt.

Larry's thoughts were interrupted when he heard Troy spit and then felt

him rub something wet on his nether tightness.  On no!  Troy was

lubricating him with spit.  Poor Larry was so feminized and out of

touch with the remnants of his damaged masculinity.  He took Doug

deeper into his throat, surprised as he spontaneously overcame his gag

reflex.  Seconds later Troy was pushing his generous girth through

narrowness that could barely accept it.  His mouth stuffed full of

cock, Larry could only moan piteously.

"Sounds like you're having your sissy dreams come true," Troy said, his

voice tight from the effort he was making.

"Or at least two of those dreams," Doug considered.  "The one where you

get your throat reamed.  And the other when you get your sissy cherry

popped by a super size sausage.  Ain't that the way it is?"

With his lips stretched wide, tongue pinned to the floor of his mouth,

and throat blocked, Larry still head himself making muffled sounds of

assent.  Troy eased a few more inches inside.  He was soon buried up to

his large balls.   After a pause to savor the moment, he began to

piston in and out.  To Larry it registered as a mix of pleasure and

pain.  He sucked harder on the head of Doug's veiny cock, then

swallowed until the balls were against his chin.  This wasn't real.

Larry wasn't letting himself be turned into a sissy sex fiend.  A Nancy

nympho.  A promiscuous pansy.

Unspoken signals from the two men, deeper breathing and slight changes

in body language, altered Larry that the pair using him were nearing

the point of no turning back.  There were two loads of hot cream about

to be spurted into his accommodating body.  After that he would feel

utterly polluted and never be able to deny what had happened this

evening.  Despite that, he brought one hand up to gently massage Doug's

balls, while clenching and relaxing his deflowered ring, all in an

effort to produce the same thing he was dreading.

The two men grunted and let themselves finish only seconds apart.

Larry gulped down spunk.  His cock-squeezing circle spasmed, milking

the anal invader.  The border had been crossed and now Larry was

Cupcake, existing in fairy land.  He groaned but didn't stop coaxing

the cream out of those dominating men.  Slowly their members grew

flaccid.  Larry sucked and wriggled as if trying to revive them.  At

last he made himself slow down and stop.  His body slumped.  That was

when he got the worst surprise of all.  There was warm wetness filling

the front of his panties.  He had ejaculated while being double-donged.

All that added effort on his part as the others crossed the finish line

had been because he was joining them in a three-way tie, having his own

ecstatic orgasm as he gave them theirs.

Troy slapped him hard on the side of his ass, making Larry yelp.  As he

withdrew he said, "There's no way you can ever say you weren't into

that."

"Same at this end," Doug confirmed.  "It was like the sissy was trying

to turn me inside out with his mouth."  He pulled free his well

serviced business.  "I can't wait for the next time we get invited over

to give her what she wants so much.  Maybe you and me can switch

places, Troy."

The men left him alone on the bed.  He lay there on his side, trying to

sort out his confused thoughts.  As the guys got washed up Larry heard

Mack talking to them.  The idea that they would reveal that shameful

information, that Larry had spurted into his panties while being spit-

roasted, was devastating.  And then Mack would tell Trish.  And Larry -

- or rather Cupcake -- would have to relate the entire disgraceful

episode in humiliating detail.

For the sissy cuckold life would never be the same.  He would be

feminized, bullied mercilessly, and subjected to every psychological

abuse (plus plenty of physical ones) that his spouse and her capable

lover could conceive.  Larry sniffled and bit his lips.  How much

further would they take him into his new life?