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The Big Bad Bullies and the Submissive Sissy Slut
I was always a target for older and stronger boys. I guess in
playground hierarchy a boy that liked to daydream about silly things
would have to assume there would be some teasing. After all I wasn't as
rough and tumble with other boys my age. I was something of a sissy you
might say and a weakling as well. I often suffered terribly at the
hands of bullies. I liked to play alone mostly, with my sister's dolls.
I also coveted her pretty panties terribly. This insatiable desire
couldn't be silenced, and drove me to lengths that caused be terrible
humiliation.
I had taken a package of her brand new panties, hidden among Christmas
toys in my mom's closet. Pushing aside a brand new pellet gun, I sought
the pretty patterned panties purchased from the girl's department of
Penney's. It wasn't likely anyone would miss them, as I left the toys
exactly as I had found them. As I snuck the plastic wrapped panties to
my room I had my prize. My heart beat rapidly as I studied them through
the package. Their flowered patterns and soft pastel colors were
calming and inviting. As I ripped into the thin plastic I knew there
was no turning back. Around each of the legs and in rows across the
back were adorned with lace ruffles. I put them on and felt excited and
tingly. I was lost in reverie until I heard the call to dinner. Quickly
I removed them and carefully hid them under some loose boards in my
floor. Sometimes I put them on when the coast was clear and felt
incredible joy. However, on some days when there would be no reason to
remove my pants like gym, I sometimes got bold. Bold enough to conceal
them under my clothes. A special secret I only shared with myself. If
only I had been able to foretell the future. Hindsight might be 20/20,
but a nearsighted sissy in panties is blinded by his own desires.
Marty Jones was definitely a bully. Not only was he older by two years,
but incredibly strong. With his older brothers in prison Marty seemed
to be following the family business. Last summer he had been pinched
for stealing cigarettes and spent it in Juvi. I knew he was stupid,
prone to criminal acts and viciously mean. I didn't know however he had
chosen to make my life excruciating. For at that moment, he decided I
was now his primary target. Rounding the block he saw me playing
hopscotch with Keri and Holly. The stolen flat black BMX he was riding
drew closer. The sunlight gleamed off sharp chrome foot pegs. He
pedaled faster, his eyes narrowing upon me. Gnarling his teeth like a
shark he came to a screeching skid. Suddenly I was pelted by a spray of
gravel while I was hopping.
"Aww, what a wuss, that's such a lame ass game." He sneered.
"Come on, just leave us alone will ya?" I asked hoping he was
reasonable.
"Why don't you make it harder?" Marty asked as he came up to me. "Huh?
Don't you think this game's too easy for you?" I just looked blankly at
him. Suddenly he lunged and ripped my shorts to the ankles. It hit me
suddenly, today I had decided to wear those pilfered panties.
Marty stepped back in surprise. Suddenly the three of them were
laughing at me. I was wearing my panties.
"Oh my god..." giggled Keri. "Look at him, those are GIRLS panties!"
Holly was laughing while tears ran down her face. "And they're PINK
too, and covered in lace." She kindly pointed out the obvious frills
adorning them.
"What a fairy...Hey Nancy Pants try and hopscotch now." Marty told me
as I sat on the hot sidewalk crying in shame and desperately trying to
pull my shorts up. "No! Shorts Down you stupid sissy." Even the girls
seemed to want to watch me try, my panties on display.
"No I won't I'm going home..." I began to protest I couldn't bear to do
that.
"Oh no. You're not. Come on sissy march!" Marty ordered grabbing me. He
forced me to shuffle to the start of the board. I was screaming, but no
one seemed to want to help. By now Kari's neighbors Darin and Rick came
out to see what was happening there on the lawn. I was blubbering like
a baby, and they kindly pointed that out to me while I sobbed. I was
handed a plastic pop-top, and tossed it onto the board. Feet together I
hopped. My pink lacy panties rubbed me softly. I felt it move, and my
mind begged it to behave. I hopped to the square with the rock and bent
to pick it up. It made a long silky brush against me and I shuddered.
Standing once more my cheeks burned. It was growing slightly in the
confines the sheer constraints. Hopping back was agony and it grew
quickly, even my shame fed my arousal and it was noticed.
"Ewwwww..." said Keri pointing to the tiny tent in my panties.
"Gross!" finished Holly as she too saw my pitiful arousal.
"He likes it! The fairy likes it! Look at his tiny stiffie." Marty said
to Rick and Darin in disbelief.
"Dude, I can't believe this kid! It's like he likes wearing girl's
underwear. What a fairy!" exclaimed Rick and he shoved me towards
Marty. He grabbed the waistband of my panties and yanked then
forcefully up the crack of my ass. While they all laughed at me I felt
crushed. The secret panties I'd kept so closely guarded were now common
knowledge by some of my classmates. My life was over.
Even the girls didn't seem to have any pity for me either. Marty began
to lay down the law with me. I was going to have to wear panties every
day or face horrible beatings. I was to give him my allowance every
week, and would be the good luck charm for his gang. Well, their sissy
bitch precisely. The girls laughed at me. Keri volunteered their
assistance to help the boys make me a total sissy. Marty thought that
was cool, and they told me to follow them. Hiding my panties under my
shorts I ran. Looking back at the guys still laughing at my humiliation
I almost didn't dare to look to what the future might bring.
Heading inside I caught up with Holly and Kari. I thanked them over and
over for rescuing me from them. I told them we should call my house and
tell my mom.
"Scott, we know you like it. It was obvious." said Keri rolling her
eyes at the thought of telling any parents.
"Nooo, I just ran out of regular and..." I tried to justify the pink
lacy panties I was wearing.
"But...You got a STIFFY you sissy, and we're just going to help you!"
Holly teased.
"Put you in a pretty dress maybe?" asked Keri mischievously. The
thought made me nauseous.
"Please you guys! Don't put me in a dress! Marty is going to kill me. I
can't let him see me in a dress." I pleaded to deaf ears as I was led
to Kari's room.
"Pick something really cute Kari!" suggested Holly.
Kari whirled around with a broad smile, from her finger dangled the
pink dress she had worn to the recital last year. I still remember
sneaking looks at her, admiring that very dress. It was almost like she
knew I had dreamt of wearing it. Holly shrieked with joy and the girls
giggled at the prospect of dressing me. I was unwilling. I couldn't
betray myself or my manhood by being put in a dress! I started to
struggle when they began to make me undress in front of them.
"Don't make us get Marty, he'll beat the snot out of you!" warned Kari.
I succumbed in fear of the physical violence and stood meekly in the
stolen pink panties I was wearing. My tiny thing began to twitch from
the excruciating humiliation. Holly snapped it with a flick of her
finger. It shrank frightened and stinging.
"None of that sissy, we already know you like it." laughed Holly as she
chided me.
Kari went to her drawers and got out a training bra like the ones they
were wearing. Telling me I was too old to go without a bra they helped
weave me into the tangle of straps and tightened it impossibly.
Stuffing the cups with balls of knee-highs, I had grotesquely large
breasts for our age. It was mortifying. I looked ridiculous, but with
the strange clasp in the center of my back I was helplessly ensnared in
the brassiere.
"Come on...Please Don't. I'll pay you. Do your homework." I tried to
barter my soul for my remaining pride.
Ignoring my protests Kari handed me white tights. I had to sit under
their stares pulling them sullenly up my legs. I could feel the heat of
shame burn in my cheeks. I thought I might cry again as they lifted the
dress from the bed. They lowered it over my head, and zipped the zipper
in the back up to the top. Buttoning it tightly around my neck the full
skirt swayed around me. Rustling against my legs when I moved it was so
nice. Well, it would have been if I'd been alone. Kari and Holly set
about making me look pretty. Keri dabbed makeup on my face while Holly
pinched my short hair into tight bunches. Clipping plastic barrettes
painfully into my hair, pulling at my scalp gave me silly looking
pigtails. They held up a mirror. When I saw myself I began to cry, the
makeup under my eyes began to run. They scolded me for ruining their
hard work, and told me I'd have to live with it. They handed me pink
patent T strap shoes to pinch onto my feet. As an afterthought she
handed me a huge white fluffy teddy bear to carry with me. They took my
hand and pulled me along. I was sick with fear. I wished I was
someplace else. But as I crossed the front door, the bright summer sun
fell upon me. Marty and Rick were doing wheelies when Kari and Holly
presented me in my sissified state.
Darin got their attention by exclaiming, "Whoa, Dude check out the
sissy!" I soon found myself surrounded. Hands lifted my dress. Jeers
and laughter stung my ears. I was the joke, the boy in a dress. What a
dress for a boy to be wearing in front of his peers. It was so pink and
ruffled. The entire outfit was too girly for even a girl to wear. I
began to realize why Keri had been complaining about having to wear it
for the recital. As she pulled up her tights for the hundredth time,
much to my delight, I overheard her saying how she hated wearing
dresses. I didn't think it was possible not to love that dress. But as
I felt the mockery of my peers I began to wish I never wanted to see
how it felt to wear it. Now that I had the chance, I couldn't wait for
it to all be over. Although, with so many witnesses to my disgrace, I
was aware that endless teasing at school was inevitable. Still it was
just barely summer, I clung to the thin hopes that it would all be
forgotten come September.
Marty and the boys easily mastered my thin body clad in the
ridiculously effeminate dress. I was crying openly like a little girl,
pleading with them to let me go. It wasn't even an option they
explained. The girls waved goodbye as the boys forced me along the
sidewalk. Propelled by their strong arms I unwillingly walked down the
street. The sunshine feel upon me as I minced in the tight pink Mary
Jane's pinching my feet. People in cars openly stared at this strange
parade. I was a sissy leading the procession of bullies. The short
flouncy hem of the dress I was wearing billowed in the playful breeze.
Soon we neared Marty's house. It was run down and almost derelict. I
supposed that he had lived a tough life without the luxuries I was
accustomed to. Marty forced me into the front door. The house was a
messy inside as out. In the living room I heard loud voices booming
like thunder. I was shoved into the room they originated from. Wearing
the outlandish pink confection the girls created for me, I found myself
face to face with Marty's older brothers. They sat on a sprung couch
drinking generic beer from tin cans that littered the floor. They were
eighteen and nineteen and their reputations as trouble proceeded them.
When they say me, in all my shame, wearing the frilly dress they
exploded with laughter. Their hoots and hollers filled the room. Marty
proudly beamed as he held me in place. My knees felt weak in the soft
caress of the tights I was wearing. Their eyes watered and they
struggled to keep from laughing while Marty explained the strangely
dressed captive in their midst. "He likes it! Really guys, he was
wearin' girls underpants under his clothes..." the older boys looked on
in disbelief. "Tell 'em Sissy!" I was silent, petrified with fear. The
boys, or should I say men were looking at me with cruel eyes. "Go On!"
Marty pushed, "Tell them what a fucking sissy you are!"
I stammered my admission, "I'm a sissy" passed from my lips in a quiet
whisper. Jim, the oldest brother was in my face. "Awww, looks like yer
sissy's gonna cry like a girl Marty!" He took my arm and twisted it
behind me, making me squeal. "Hold his dress up Marty!" Jim suggested
and soon my panties were displayed through the confines of the panties
and tights. Despite my fear and loathing of my current situation my
little thing betrayed me. It was stiff, a fact soon noticed by the
bullies. Randy the other brother promptly found amusement in my
arousal. He began torturing my tiny excuse for manhood by flicking my
balls. Sharp pain shot from my tender little thing. I was crying and
pleading with them to stop. I begged them for their sympathy, but found
they had none. What they did have was s sissy dressed up like a sweet
little girl. A helpless sissy at that, and one that they could do
anything they wanted to. After all what could I do to defend myself.
The three tormentors decided to move their party to their hangout
behind Millers farm. They put an old dog collar tight around my neck
and Marty grabbed the leash. Jim and Randy each grabbed a paintball gun
and warned me not to try to escape or else. Terrified of them I was
dragged out the door.
It was late summer and the fields were overgrown. The bushes were
prickly and difficult to walk through. Marty tugged at the leash I was
led by, the leather collar tight around my throat. I looked like a
poodle, my poofy dress snagging on the dense foliage. I could feel the
barbs catching my tights. The summer sun sweltered overhead as I was
led deep into the swamp. My sweaty tear stained face had made a ruinous
wreck of the makeup applied by the two girls only hours before. My mind
lost in a feverish delirium I thought of how things used to be. Pining
the days when I was just a weak boy instead of the total sissy I had
become. My attention was quickly returned to my humiliating present.
The sharp sting of a paintball shattered itself on my thigh from
behind. Randy told me to grab my ankles. Sighing helplessly I bent.
Holding my ankles while they pelted my ass mercilessly with their
paintball guns I howled in pain. Their laughter stung as badly as their
rain of pain. When their guns were emptied on my ass I felt a deep ache
under the sharp pain of my ass and legs. I knew my ass was going to be
badly bruised from the attack and I prayed I wasn't seriously hurt.
They teased me, telling me my panties were art. Telling me it was just
the beginning.
Reaching a small clearing with a fire pit we had reached our
destination. Marty chained my leash to a thick log and made me kneel in
the dirt. I could feel it grinding into the tattered and paint
splattered tights. It was wet and cold on my knees. Jim got a cooler
from the stream and tossed Randy and Marty beers. Randy was rolling a
joint and wondering how good a cocksucker their sissy would be. I
cringed at the very thought. I was feeling sick. I knew they were
talking about me and would make me suck them. I was going to have to do
it against my will. I knew they would force me no matter how hard I
resisted. They talked about me like an object. Marty snorted a laugh
and patted me on the head. "Who's gonna be our little cum rag?" he
asked me. "Come on sissy, who's it gonna be?" He demanded his fist
balling up. Ashamed of myself and how far I'd sank I told him what he
wanted to hear "I am." I whispered too horrified to say it louder. But
they insisted I tell them louder what I was going to be for them.
Swallowing my remaining pride I began. "I'm going to be your cum rag."
I stated matter of fact, and they took it as their cue to get ready.
Randy took me first promising to teach me good for his brothers. They
walked off leaving me there alone with him. He made me crawl to him. I
was on my hands and knees while he pulled out his cock. He told me to
ask him nicely to kiss it.
"Please? Can I kiss it?" I asked but his face told me he wanted me to
beg. "Oh please, let me kiss it. I need you to teach me to suck dicks."
He was smiling, he told me it was OK to kiss it. Resigned to my fate I
closed my eyes. Leaning in, I kissed it again and again. I tasted its
salty sweaty tip with my tongue, it was gross. Not knowing what else to
do I opened wide and sucked it. He groaned and his cock grew hard in my
mouth. My head bobbed. I was sucking his dick! I was more of a sissy
than I ever wanted to be. Why had I worn those panties? His hand
grabbed my head and he was fucking my mouth, driving his cock into my
mouth hard. I was choking on it. He looked down on me calling me a
stupid cock-sucking sissy. I could see a crazed look in his eye while
he fucked my mouth. Spit bubbled madly while I gagged on it. It dripped
on the dress the girls gave me. Suddenly Randy pulled his shiny saliva
covered cock from my mouth. He stroked it fast and let out a loud moan.
I was sprayed in the face with his load. It shot into my mouth and
tasted vile. Some ran down my forehead and stung my eye as I blinked
through the warm shower of thick warm semen. I was totally humiliated
and wanted to die from shame. His brothers came back and rolled with
laughter as they saw my spit and semen covered face. High-fiving their
brother Marty said I was his sissy bitch and he would go next. I was
going to have to suck off my own classmate. I knew I'd never live down
this shame, and if word were to get out. I couldn't bear the thought.
Marty sat on a log while the others left. He was nervous, and sat there
looking at a dirty magazine filled with beautiful women. Suck it good
sissy was all he said to me while I sucked his cock. It got hard fast,
and he was panting as he studied the glossy pages of naked beauties. I
sucked and sucked, my tongue rubbing his dick. His breath got faster.
Soon he was moaning quietly. Without warning his hips lurched and
filled my mouth with his vile seed. With his dick plugging my mouth I
swallowed it in surprise. It was quick and except for the bitter
medicine it wasn't as bad as what Randy had done to me. Jim was quick
to take his turn chasing off his younger brother when he finished. Jim
dropped his pants and made me nibble his big hairy balls with my lips
while he stroked himself. The pubic hair tickled my face as he rubbed
his balls against my face. He kept calling me his little nut nibbler as
he forced me to worship his balls with my face and lips. He told me to
lick them and I could feel how full they were with my tongue. He
stroked it faster and sighed satisfied as his cock shot streams of cum
like a fountain. It fell on my face again and I was wearing their cum
like a badge of humiliation. Their need satisfied they led me out of
the woods. It was near dusk and Marty shoved me down their front steps
and I fell to my knees on the sidewalk skinning my dirty knees. Randy
told me I better be back tomorrow. Marty told me he'd be stopping by
just in case I had any bright ideas. Throwing my shorts and the rest of
my boy clothes on the lawn they left me there. I began to cry. I was
now their sissy sex slave, and what was worse was that I was incredibly
horny. I didn't care anymore, I had no shame. I laid on their lawn
after gathering my clothes. I think they could see me wiggling on my
belly on their lawn. The sweet friction of the panties and tights
teased my little thing. Soon I convulsed filling my panties with my hot
wet sissy cream. I got up and walked home still wearing the filthy
outfit and covered in the mess they made of me. I let myself in the
back gate and quickly stripped out of the humiliating sissy attire I
was wearing stashing it in a garbage bag. Once naked, I sprayed myself
off with a garden hose. When I was as clean as possible I got dressed
in my normal clothes as my mom called me in for dinner. She asked if
I'd washed my hands. I told her I did. As my sister and father came to
the table I could barely sit on my sore ass. When asked what was wrong
I told them I fell from my bike and landed on my butt. Sitting through
dinner was a nightmare, and all there was to eat were leftovers. As I
pushed the remaining peas around my plate the phone rang. It was for
me, a girl no less Dad said handing me the phone and looking proudly at
me. It was Keri and Holly called me asking if I had taken good care of
my pretty dress. I told them it was completely ruined. They didn't seem
the least bothered by that, and just told me they already had picked
out something new to try on me. Life as I had known it was over and I
was doomed to the life of a sissy and a slut.
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