Percy Periwinkle's Passage: Part II - Percy's Progress free porn video

PERCY PERIWINKLE'S PASSAGE PART II - PERCY'S PROGRESS by sissystevie The big black car whizzed down Federal Highway 53 not far from Fromage, Wisconsin with Miss Wilhelmina Willing Waxwell at the wheel. Seated beside her was one Percy Prigmoore Periwinkle. It was one month to the day since they had made this journey. Percy shuddered as he recalled the last trip back from the Society of Enlightened Ladies in the trunk of Wilhelmina's Mercedes sedan. It had been most unpleasant lying gagged in the dark wrapped up in a plastic sheet with tight roller buckled straps about his entire body. His frilly clothes were saturated in a veritable sea of spent semen - with more oozing from his well-used derriere every minute. Worse, he had been left precisely that way in the estate's garage all that night. However, Percy Prigmoore Periwinkle was a far more docile sissy the next day - and for the entire next month for that matter. He docilely went to the beauty salon and offered no resistance to the laser and electrolysis hair removal treatments, and offered nary a whine at the collagen injections to his lips and cheeks. Moreover, Percy now accepted, if not eagerly, his daytime sissy shorts and frilly blouses. His mornings were occupied with beauty lessons and afternoons with deportment and elocution lessons administered by Wilhelmina's governess in residence, Miss Fanny Frillimost. The evenings were filled with very mixed feelings. Each began with cocktail hour where Percy presented himself in seemingly endless selections of fussy, frilly sissy frocks with a deep curtsey. During cocktails, Miss Frillimost offered Wilhelmina a critique of Percy's performance of the day. If Percy had committed a severe transgression, such as talking back or refusing orders, he would be subjected to an immediate punishment. Normally, the comments would be noted with either compliments or admonitions and deferred for 'resolution' until week's end. The mildest 'resolution' during the past four weeks had been standing in six inch heels, bound and gagged, in a corner for three hours. The worst had been a blistering over-the-knee spanking with a large wooden hairbrush, which Wilhelmina Waxwell had 'Willing-ly' delivered with considerable relish. The events after dinner brought still more conflicted feelings. Percy loved gazing at Wilhelmina's pointed toe stiletto heels and sheer stockings, but loathed the nightly 'orientation' lesson she administered. First she made him go to his knees and worship a large, very realistic dildo that was strapped about her pantied and garter belted hips, insisting that he refine differing techniques the entire time. Then she used the very same device to 'train' he 'pansy pussy.' Percy might have disliked the 'training,' but he loathed himself for giving into it each night. Despite the very real threat of punishment, it was always a combination of Wilhelmina's provocative heels and lingerie that made him submit. However, when she also kneaded his needy nipples and milked his lurid little lollipop - which she always did, it was just a 'bonus' for the boy. "After all," the little milksop rationalized, "a guy's gotta cum every now and then, 'specially 'round such a sexy bitch! "Maybe they can make me kinda like these dresses and stupid girlie things, but this dude ain't gonna become 'nother one of them cocksucking butt-screwed fags! Nooosiree! Nooo waaay! Nooo how! I just take it from one way-sexy bitch. Even 'she' can't make me do that!" Percy Prigmoore Periwinkle really was such a silly sissy. He already was a perfect pansy poppet who adored preening away in the mirror each evening whilst he was dressed in his frilly frocks and delicate lacy underpinnings. Truth be told, he was fast becoming a narcissistic exhibitionist with as many fetishes as the average pantyboy's hamper has soiled panties. Percy secretly was in the thrall of a new 'thingy' firmly planted in his sissy love canal. Miss Frillimost had called it 'the anal invader,' and it did precisely that. It was a least as large as a real man's 'thingy,' and moved about as the automobile swayed about. He was only grateful that the horrible arm braces and hobbling bindings were gone for this trip. His wrists were only bound in comfortable long satin ribbons. Once again, Wilhelmina was barreling down the highway at least thirty miles over the speed limit with her right upper leg revealed to the besotted boy. This time it was a slit in her mid-calf blue-gray silk skirt that opened up to show her sheer white full fashion stocking top and sexy blue satin cover garter tabs. More than once, the thought of being pulled over by a state trooper petrified poor Percy. His little en femme ensemble constituted several moving violations all by itself. The idea of being taken off to the hoosegow in heels and hose by a burly storm trooper was just too much for the poor pouf to even consider - although the mere thought caused a most strange reaction to his little lollipop. Soon enough, the big twelve-cylinder Benz pulled up to the Society's elegant clubhouse next to a secluded lake. Once again they were greeted by Wally Wonder in his tight satin shorts and weskit. Percy's sphincter muscle twitched at the thought of his last encounter with the older lad, but that was hardly the only thing that was about to 'twitch.' Upon seeing the comely cumquat, Wally's 'wonder' came to full attention. And for good reason, given Percy's 'presentation' of the day! Well, the little sissy snippet was simply a sight! Before any 'enhancements' Percy was the prototype pansy nancyboy. He had thick flowing blond hair, cobalt blue eyes with long lashes any woman would kill for, and a darling heart-shaped face. The skin over his entire body was pure peaches and cream. His small, willowy body had narrow, soft shoulders and perfectly long, slender limbs that ended in tiny wrists and ankles. His feet only took a size four heel. His popsie would have been described in the very same manner - tiny, but blessedly unbashful and ever-enthusiastic. His hair, newly highlighted and permed, had grown to the point that Fanny Frillimost was able to place it in cute wavy bob style with a huge baby blue taffeta double bow pinned atop its crown. Percy wore dangling pearls and smaller pearl studs from each double pierced ear. Makeup was again quite heavy, and similar to his last clubhouse 'visit.' An ashen colored base, overly - and newly enhanced - frosted pink lips and rosy cheeks together with exaggerated doe-like eyes created a gamine-like look of perpetual surprise. This time she even added liquid makeup to make his estrogen-enhanced large, puffy nipples appear even larger. Percy's dress was as much and an engineering as a fashion feat. It was made from a moir? patterned sheer baby blue taffeta except for an insert of sheer white organza over his chest. The dress was an empire cut with a one inch frontal sash that expanded to a full six inch width in back, where it was tied into a huge three foot puffy bow. It had very puffy short sleeves that ended in tight white bands with three inch baby blue taffeta bows attached on their outsides. Many tiny white taffeta-covered buttons along his back tightly fastened up the dress' bodice and neck. His neck was tightly bound in a wide choker-like reinforced white satin. The tight neck supported a remarkably huge collar that was made from matching white netting-backed double taffeta. The back of the collar stood almost the top of his head, coming just beneath the pretty blue bow atop his wavy blond mane. It entirely framed his face as it tampered down just behind his ears and along his lower cheeks. The entire assembly was finished off with a huge blue taffeta bow over his throat. The bodice had two white taffeta ruffled rows on either side of his bosom that extended from the high sash up over his shoulders. The ruffles grew in size as they ascended to the shoulders, where they formed a cute color contrasting frame for his puffy short sleeves. Between the ruffles rows and his neck was the sheer white organza insert through which Percy's white ruched satin open triangular bra with silk baby blue ruffles and lace was clearly visible. Although Percy reveled in the newfound sensitivity of his nipples, he was alarmed at how both they and his little mounds seemed to be growing. In fact, the mindless milksop was rapidly approaching a full size 'A' cup. The tight organza teased his already hard, distended nipples, causing Percy to wonder why their makeup did not smudge off against the fabric. But then he recalled that most of his makeup never really came off anymore. Unlike the openings in his dress' skirt from last month's Society 'appearance,' this dress did not even offer a pretense of covering either his tiny teapot or chubby cheeks. From the sash just under his budding boobies the heavily petticoated baby blue taffeta skirt just went nearly straight out from his sides in a colossal confection of white lace under the slightly shorter skirt. Percy's suspender belt and everything below it was totally exposed to all except poor pitiful pantywaist, himself. Worse, rather the sham that were called his panties the month before, he simply had no panties at all. Although the swishing taffeta, net and lace petticoats and skirt blocked Percy's view, he could see his shame whilst looking into a mirror. When he did just that after getting dressed, the poor pouf had nearly fainted from embarrassment. Just knowing how he looked was more than bad enough. The display for the appreciative Society ladies and their gushing girlie-boys would provide a textbook study in sissy humiliation. The entire white garter belt was made from identical one and a half inch elasticized bands that were covered in a ribbon-like ruched satin with baby blue lace trim. It was the same type of fabric used to make Percy's bra, but slightly wider. One band went about his waist, hooking at the rear; the other bands were four suspenders that went down from the waist band to his white full fashion seamed stockings. Each stocking attachment was covered by two broad baby blue satin ribbons. The garter belt perfectly framed his other 'attachments.' At the base of his plum purse was a tight white satin collar with three 'D' rings and laced edges. It caused his little plums to protrude like a little pink poppies. As before, Wilhelmina held a reinforced satin leash, blue this time, that was attached to the center 'D' ring. His little stiff peenie was again adorned with a fluffy 'peenie petal.' This time it was a short white lace affair with a baby blue satin ribbon tightly tied off in a pretty bow at his sissy stick's bottom. Once again the lace tickled his proffered plums and peenie, insuring a continued erect state. Saving the most humiliating item for last, a silver bell hung down from a blue ribbon attached to end of Percy's anal invader. It rested just above his knees and bumped into them has he minced about, making a rather loud ringing sound against the 'sotto voce' of the sweet sissy swishing song from his taffeta dress and petticoats. About Percy's left thigh, was a broad blue satin ribbon tied into a huge ten inch bow that faced slightly to his side. He recalled with dread how a similar arrangement had been used to hobble him throughout his first visit to this bizarre place. His white satin five-and-a-half inch stiletto heels were fastened with satin covered ankle straps with baby blue satin bows at their sides. The shoes' toes were adorned with matching puffy three inch bows. The final touches were gloves and accessories. He wore fingerless white lace gauntlet-type gloves that looped over his middle finger and prominently displayed his half inch sparkling frosted pink enameled finger nails. Huge light blue topaz and pearl rings were worn on one hand's pinky finger and on the other hand's index finger. The tops of the gloves extended almost to his elbows and ended in mini-halos of fluffy lace trimmed with a single baby blue satin bow with sweet pearls in its center. A blue reinforced satin ribbon was tied about each wrist in a large pretty, but very sturdy, bow. The other end of each wrist ribbon was attached to one of the remaining side 'D' rings on his 'plum pincher' collar. The ribbons were loose enough to allow Percy to strike the demanded simpering sissy limp wristed pose. Again, a tiny baby blue heart shaped handbag was dainty held between thumb and forefinger in one hand and a matching small chiffon scarf in the other. After entering the clubhouse hallway, Wilhelmina inspected her charge. While she poked and pulled various items, Percy once again fell under her thrall. She was the pure personification of superior womanhood. Her grey silk mid-calf skirt swished over her white nylon stockings, her heels clicked on the polished stone floor and her sheer, high collared cr?pe blouse rustled over her rounded, firm breasts. Satisfied down to the most minute detail, Wilhelmina nodded at Wally, who handed her a thin four foot buggy whip that had a jeweled silver handle. Swishing it through the air before the terrified sissy, she said, "You have your instructions as to deportment and instant, unquestioning obedience. The slightest misstep, including any hesitation, shall cost your both painfully and dearly. Purse your pouty lips, open those vacuous vixen eyes wide, and prance like the pathetic pansy that you are." Without further ado, the regal green eyed, ebony haired goddess swiveled on her five inch blue stiletto heels and made for the entrance way to the club's ballroom. Poor Percy was so intimated by the impetuous beauty's whip that it required a very significant snap to his packaged plums to propel him forward to the aptly named ballroom. He was both a sight and a cacophony of sounds as he meekly followed his magnificent mistress into the large hardwood floored room. Fabric swished and swooshed, high heels clicked, and the bell rang out as the mincing milk-sop entered the room. The elegantly dressed ladies and their frilly sissies appeared to be gathered on the long window side of the ballroom, facing the many french doors that opened towards the private lake. Percy only spotted the two handsome sissy boys, Randy and Roger, and wondered where the others girlie sissies he had 'met' last time were. The gathering appeared to be even larger this month, with as many as thirty people present. Roger and Randy were again dressed in tight, many buttoned, shiny shorts and the most frilly, high collar blouses imaginable. Both were staring at Percy with pure lust in their eyes and huge bulges in their shorts. Percy was so into his little pansy performance that he instinctively blew the boys a kiss with his recently 'enhanced' lips - a new feature that hardly escaped the leering lecherous duo. Unknown to hapless Percy, his little 'lip service' flirt caused Randy to 'roger' and Roger to randily release in their shorts. So involved was the vacuous vixenette, that he failed to notice whom Wilhelmina was approaching. Accordingly, he almost stumbled into his much amused stepmother and stepsister. "Wilhelmina, dear, your simply have done wonders with the little sissy faggot," his stepmother exclaimed. Just look at that face! The new hairstyle, collagen and permanent makeup have done wonders. And the hormones really are starting to show - just look at his adorable little boobies! "No one will ever take him seriously as a boy - let alone a man - ever again. Well, other than perhaps using him as a contemptible cum canister!" "Hormones, permanent makeup?" Percy was shocked - shocked. "Well, now, that explains a thing or two," the dim bulb thought. It was a very fortunate thing Percy was so cute because neither rocket science nor brain surgery was in his imminent future. As all three women laughed at Percy's plight, she continued twisting the knife, "By the way, Wilhelmina, did you notice that the little slut so shamelessly flirted with those cute boys over there that he made them cream in their shorts!" Glancing at the darkening spots forming on Randy's and Roger's fronts, Wilhelmina sneered, "Good grief, we can't even walk into a polite ladies' gathering without the sissy 'messing' up something. Well, it would seem that the little dear just cannot wait either to feel the kiss of my whip, or take those new suck-lips for a little cock-and-cum tour! "After our little recital is all 'cleaned up,' I shall deal with the matter in what, I suspect, you will find a most amusing manner. Let's take our seats for the performance." The three women sat in finely upholstered gilded side chairs while Percy stood behind them dimly contemplating the horrible fates that had descended upon him. Shortly thereafter, and to the easily distracted Percy's great, but limited, mental relief, the dance program began. However, it, too, would prove to be yet a further step into the bizarre world in which he now found himself. After the last two months and his last visit to the Society's kinky clubhouse, Percy was ready for practically anything. Accordingly he was hardly shocked when once again the lilting Tchaikovsky tunes from "The Nutcracker" began. Regardless of its seasonal theme, the ballet was a perennial favorite amongst the ladies. The irony of 'nutcracker' was not lost on Percy, especially given what his leash was attached to. This time it was "The Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairies" - no great surprise there either! Nor was the initial entry of four sissies be- frocked in tiniest of tiny white tutus. They were comprised of the two young flower dancers and the two older little girlie sissies from his fist visit. The two younger sissies had their wrists and elbows tightly bound to each other's in an upright position with pretty bowed pink satin ribbons. On their sides were the older sissies, both bound identically so that all the sissies' elbows and bended wrists joined together to form a dancing line. In what seemed the theme of the day, their minuscule net and chiffon tutu skirts made no pretense whatsoever of covering their frilly white pantied bums. Instead of traditional ballet tights, thin white with pink lace trimmed suspenders hung down to attach with pink satin ribbon covered tabs to sheer white stockings. On their feet were ribbon-tied pink satin ballet slippers. Sprays of white lilies of the valley, again trimmed with pink ribbons, adorned their tightly pulled back hair. The sissies' had shimmering pink lips, sharply rouged cheeks, and heavily made-up doe-like wide eyes. Pretty pink satin ribbons were tied about their long, slender necks and left thighs. The mini corps de ballet entered in a graceful strut with their backs to the assembly onlookers and swept in an arc down the length of the french doors facing the lake. As they rounded the far end of the room they rose to a perfect en pointe before proceeding before the Society ladies and their sissy charges. Percy received his shock when they came face to face with the ladies. His first reaction was to the sissies' rapt concentration with every move. The two older sissies on either end were actually perspiring from their intense effort. Then Percy discovered the focus of their attention. The fairies were offering their very own string of sugar plum 'candy!' Each sissy's tea pot stuck out through a little frilly hole in his panties in the same manner as Percy's had the month before. Each little love stem had a short white lace peenie petal about its base that was secured with a pink satin ribbon tied into cute bow. Another cute pink satin bow was tied just below the lollipop heads. Each smooth tessie sac was tightly bound at its base with a lace edged white satin collar similar to the one Percy was wearing, which caused their little plums to blossom out. However, the conditions of the sissies' lollipops and plums was another matter altogether. Each dancer's plum pincher had a pink satin ribbon connecting it with the sissy - or sissies - collar next to him. Any stumble or miscue could have the most terrible consequences for all of the sissies! Then, the merely kinky turned into something beyond bizarre. As the sissies neared Percy, he saw that their little 'plums' and peenie pops were quite literally 'sugar coated.' It was the most bizarre thing he had yet seen - and that within the context of the very bizarre world in which he now dwelled. Each sissy's 'plums' were coated in a different sparkling sugar frosted candy color - beginning with lemon yellow on the first sissy, going to peach, bubblegum pink and, finally, lime on the last sissy. Still more bizarre, if that could be possible, their popsie- stick heads were covered in chocolate shells. Literally sugar plum candy! And all ready for plucking. Percy was far more concerned about the 'plucking,' and just who might be doing it. After all, he was not one'na 'dem sissy 'fags!' Nooosiree, not he! "Last month was last month! That ain't gonna happen again anything soon," the foolish fop thought in silent resolution. The silly sissy only needed was to take note of his own 'wrappings' to comprehend that this was not your basic Donna Reed family hour. The four sugar plum fairies came to a halt before the Society ladies, paused, and then, after some very deep breaths, executed the most careful deep, ballerina curtsies of their tender lives. The women were ecstatic. Their sissies were mortified. "Well, done my little flowers. Well done indeed!" enthused a woman known as Auntie Adelaide, who was seated in front. "You may all assume a proper dance rest position. Now mind your form, my dears." Once all four came down on the feet again and pointed their right foot at and angle to their left foot, the woman continued, "Wilhelmina, dear, I think the candy is ready for your little darling to sample. "Wally, please be a dear and prepare the sissy for his yummy gummy feast." Percy just said, "Oooh nooo," thinking that he might be 'possibly' the 'little darling' in question. When the ubiquitous Wally Wonder appeared holding the dreaded white satin pillow from the prior visit and took his tessie lead, the dim witted sissy finally understood. For her part, Wilhelmina just laughed and mockingly questioned Percy if his 'Oooh' meant that he was practicing his oral technique. Wally led the befuddled milksop over to the creampuff corps and placed the pillow directly in front of the older sissy on Percy's far left. After taking away Percy's little heart shaped handbag and scarf, Wally untied his pretty thigh bow and used it to tightly bind his thighs together just above his knees. He then untied Percy's wrist ribbon attachments from his plum-pincher and moved the hapless sissy's arms behind his back. Using the long ribbons, Wally bound Percy's arms very tightly together from his wrists to his elbows. Privately, Wally was in a bit of a snit as the afternoon's planned fun and games did not directly involve him - well, actually, they did not directly involved his mighty member, and he took it out on the hapless Percy. "Well, sissy boy," he thought, "maybe not today, but there's a whole month ahead where you can make up for it!" After checking the bindings, Wally hissed, "Okay, butt boy, you know the drill - down on those knees where girlie boys like you belong. And don't try to hide that fact that you like this. Your pathetic little peenie pin is so hard it's almost squirting!" A dumbfounded Percy compliantly went to his knees, and, as he did so, he could not fail to notice the huge bulge in Wally's wonderful wad. "Yeah, I bet you want 'that' too. You pansy fags never can get enough boy-joy, can you?" he laughed. Wilhelmina came over to inspect her bound and befuddled sissy. She again had donned a white rubber bib apron - something that Percy took as a very, very bad sign. After taking his tessie lead back in hand, she said, "Now my finely frilled fairy, you are going to demonstrate that you adore plum and peenie polishing as much as you adore fancy frilly frocks. This is always the way for precious pansies, and so it shall be for you as well. "And just look, we even sugar-coated them for you - isn't that just 'sooo' special!" Percy could hardly miss the first sissy's lace and bow wrapped candied treats. They were only a couple of inches from his face. He stared at them in utter disbelief. "Yes, sweetie, 'real' sugar plum fairies! What fun!" said Wilhelmina. "First you will lick their darling little plums clean - all eight of the luscious little gum drops. Now that 'really' is 'special!' However, sweet'ems, we must save the best for last, mustn't we? "After you feast on their sugary plums, then you may suck off their little chocolate bon-bons and swallow their delicious cream fillings. "After that, you will make amends for causing those two naughty boys to squirt in their shorts. That will be painful enough, I assure you, so perform well here and do not make matters any worse for yourself than they already are. "Very well, I think you know what to do. Let's see you 'clean the corps!'" Percy, after his last visit and all the dildo training since then, certainly did know what to do. He meekly leaned forward and began licking about the first dancer's lemon drops. After tasting them for a few licks, he took each little drop into his mouth and gently sucked it clean, much to the delight of the ballet boy-girl, who squealed in delight. Satisfied that all was clean and worried that the dancing sissy's little love plums might release their pent up creamies, Wilhelmina said, "Okay my cutie corps, dance to your right. Ah, it's the ever succulent Peaches up next. The fun never stops at the Society of Enlightened Ladies, does it?" Percy 'addressed' the next gum drop duo with more enthusiasm. It was fun to make the sissy screech in delight. "Well," the silly sissy told himself, "the candy is kinda tasty, and that Peaches is real cutie-pie." Arriving at the last sissy after yet another couple of shifts of the cumquat corps to their right, Percy completed his plum slurping and focused his doe eyes up to Wilhelmina, fancifully wondering if he was done. Even he knew better. "Oh, my pretty pansy knows he wants his cream filled bon-bons, doesn't he?" she cooed - much to the delight of the ladies assembled, and the envy of their sissies. "Okay, my sweet, you may suck his pretty peenie pop, but be sure to eat all of the sweet cream that lies within! And keep sucking until 'all' his yummy gummy is in your little tummy!" Percy found that the chocolate covering was really a preformed shell, and that as he broke it off, discovered that it already had a goodly amount of cream within it. He was secretly proud that his plum sucking had excited the other sissy. Once he swallowed the candy coating, he took the proffered peenie peak into his mouth and began swirling his tongue about its tender rim and into its sweet slit. The satin ribbon and bow just under the head prevented Percy from fully importing the entire peenie package, so he worked his little sissy heart out to bring pleasure to the sissy only through his knoblette. The dancer was delighted and squealed out his appreciation, which only motivated Percy more as he again redoubled his efforts is his quest for the cream. It was not long in cumming. The dancer gave Percy a world class sperm storm, which Percy gobbled down with delight. Nary a molecule escaped his new 'sized to suck' lips. It was just then that one of those watershed moments in a sissy's life occurred, which, of course, missed Percy's preoccupied mind entirely. He merely moaned in delight and fired off his own peenie salutation all over the sissy's legs. The line shifted to their left and a new bob-bon knocked on Percy's mouth door. "Oh, yesss!" said Percy. "Oh, myyy!" said the next dancer, who happened to be the lovely Lilac. Little Lilac lubed Percy's mouth, throat and tummy with alacrity. As did her sissy mate Peaches. Percy was filling up with chocolate and cream by the time the last bob-bon arrived. This had been Percy's first plum lick and the poor boy had been in starvation corner while Percy had worked his way down and back up the corps de cockettes. Percy looked up at the sissy and smiled as he licked his perpetually pursed lips and made a very distinct 'mmm' sound. Well, that was all the other sissy needed as he thrust his tasty 'chuck of chocolate' forward into Percy's willing oral oven. The two sissies moaned in rhapsody as the final 'sissy nasty' deed was done. As Percy leaned back on his haunches, even he knew that things had changed. Somewhere between the first lemon drop and the last 'chuck of chocolate,' Percy had become a board certified cocksucker! That revelation certainly was not lost on one Wilhelmina Willing Waxwell. "Well," she thought, "this one sure isn't going to become a lady's sissy! Wait 'til the gentlemen of Fromage get a load of him. The Famous Fromagean Pantyboys will be apoplectic over the competition. "Better yet, just wait 'til that nefarious Nick Nickerson gets a load of - or more precisely 'into' - this one! "With another full month of my tender training, the little dear will be one for the history books, if not the cover of 'Panty Boy Magazine.' "Now, to push the pathetic pansy over the edge and seal the deal!" Seeing that Wally had set up the punishment horse, she turned to the corps dancers and said, "Well done my little cummy cumquats, you may mince over the Auntie Adelaide who will sort out your bindings." Turning to Wally, she continued, "Please bring out our two shorts squirters and bind them in place." Turning to Percy, she stuffed a large white silk, pear-shaped gag into his mouth and secured it with broad satin ribbons about his head. While doing so, she continued, "You, my little pansy, shall remain bound where you are so you can appreciate what a 'Waxwell Whack' really means. Remember, you're next!" Percy rapidly descended from his cock-elation. The woman's long thin whip was simply terrifying in and of itself. He was even more terrified when the very somber Randy and Roger were led over to the horse and bent over its triangular top with their heads facing directly at him. Their wrists, waists and legs were secured with leather straps. Wally then, out of Percy's direct line of sight, seemingly unbuttoned and lowered their shorts. It was more disconcerting when Wally blindfolded their eyes and stuffed large silk gags similar to his into their mouths. However, when Wilhelmina snapped the whip through the air, Percy almost fainted. To Percy this was taking on all the elements of an execution. And he was next! Little did Percy know, but he was about to be the target of a very elaborate hoax. Even Roger and Randy, who were partially in on the first whipping hoax, were also victims of a second hoax. Wilhelmina loved it! A hoax within a hoax. "Oh, but I do love manipulating these sissies!" she exclaimed to herself. "First scare the wits out of pathetic, dimwitted Percy, and then trick the two sissy boys into wanton sex! What fun!" ***** When what Percy perceived as a terrible whipping was over, Wilhelmina approached a mortified Percy, who was whimpering and shaking with fear. Still holding her whip, she moved her other hand to Percy's face and gently caressed it. "Now-now, my pet," she cooed, "maybe there's a way for you to avoid all this 'trouble.' Would you be interested in hearing it, or shall I have Wally move you to the horse?" Percy's eyes darted back and forth between the wicked whip and the two apparently passed out boys. With is mouth still gagged, Percy could only eagerly shake his head 'yes.' Wilhelmina smiled in a way Percy took as understanding, but actually was the ultimate grin of triumph. "Okay, my sweet, it is very simple. As your shamelessly slutty flirting caused these poor boys to receive very severe punishment, you do 'owe' them something. Thus, if you can give them pleasure equal to the pain they just suffered, you shall escape the same pain. However, fail in that task and you shall receive double the thrashing and pain. Is that something you are interested in?" For once Percy actually got - well, grasped at - most of it. He knew that these two boys would be brutal in the way they would take him, but it was an easy trade-off when measured against the whip. He nodded 'yes' once again. "I see," said Wilhelmina, "but I want you to fully understand. So here it is. You will be freed of your gag and bonds to go to the bedroom that is through the door on the left at the far end of this room. You will have fifteen minutes to fix your hair and makeup before the two boys join you. Do you understand so far, my sweet?" Percy, sobbing less now, again nodded. "Excellent, now for the specifics. Even a dim bulb pansy like yourself has figured out that they are going to use you quite thoroughly as their little boy joy-toy. The measure of whether you pass the test is one of endurance and the capability to please. If you can literally drain both sex-crazed teenage boys of every single molecule of their boy cream and exhaust them to the point that even they cannot remain stiff, you will have passed the test. "If, on the other hand, even one of the boys exhausts and discards you, then you shall face the dreaded double punishment. So, it's really about who walks out of the door first. Moreover, I do not think these two are going to let you off easily after the whipping they just received. "Think carefully, my pet. Are you enough of a true pansy to take on not one, but two libido laden lads? "Now, for a final time, shall I have Wally unbind you to go to the bedroom or lift you over the punishment horse?" Poor Percy still had tears flowing from his eyes, but for once he really did not have trouble making up his mind. Being fucked to death was far preferable to being whipped to death. He chose the door on the left rather than the horrible looking whipping bench on his right. Percy sighed and made silent oath, "Well, if these boys want some sissy ass, then they will get it in spades - and a royal straight flush at that!" Percy had just shoved off from the friendly shore of the River Rubicon. It would be a rocky crossing. ***** After he was untied and made his way to the beautifully appointed bedroom, Percy found a well equipped bathroom with all the necessary hair and face repair items, which he put to good use. Checking himself in the mirror, he wished that he could loose his dress, but the many tiny buttons just were too much. After adjusting his dress, stockings, suspenders, gloves, and retying his thigh bow, Percy declared himself ready for all cummers. "Okay, wise guy, here you are again somewhere you never dreamed of." he said aloud to no one in particular. "You'd better make the best of it. Hit them right when they come through the door and keep hitting them 'til they drop!" Realizing that his time was running out, he positioned himself in front of the door and struck a pose. "Yeah, this sissy has a plan!" he sang out to the empty room. Percy may have been alone in the room, but he was far from either unheard or unobserved. After his departure from the ballroom, three large sixty inch plasma monitors had appeared from behind sliding wall panels. Each screen covered the bedroom from a different angle. The ladies had gathered before them while they quietly exchanged complex bets about both the oncoming tryst and its outcome. Seeing that Percy was ready and thoroughly delighted in his resolve, Wilhelmina told Wally to lead the two still blindfolded, but now completely naked, young stud-muffins to the bedroom door. The blindfolds were removed as they were sent sallying forth through the door with their single barrel, twin magazine sperm guns locked and loaded. "Showtime!" thought Wilhelmina as she took a chair in front of the screens. "Showtime!" thought Percy as he grabbed Randy, who was first through the door and placed the biggest lip-lock ever on the surprised boy. As Roger joined them, Percy's hands went down to both of their seven inch sissy splitters to hungrily knead them. Moments later, he came off Randy's lips and went to Roger's. Words were not necessary to begin with, but became totally superfluous as Percy went to his knees and began ravenously sucking on one's then the other's pleasure pole whilst cupping their creamy cum cans in his hands. This time, Randy lived up to his name and came first into Percy's mouth. Moments later Roger lived up to his name by delivering a copious cum crop that was eagerly gobbled down by the unswerving sissy, who had just squirted his own not-so-little discharge into the air. In the adjacent ballroom a cheer came up as Wally put a second mark under each three sissy' name on a portable backboard that had been moved next to the plasma screens. Meanwhile, back in the bedroom, Percy was not missing a beat. He rose to his feet and asked Randy to unbutton his frock so they could get into some 'serious sex.' Once down to his open bra, garter belt, stockings and heels. Percy began dancing about the two boys, sliding his gloved hands over both his and their bodies in the most obscene manner as he went. He pushed Randy down on the bed and climbed up between his legs to again take that glorious glob of man muscle back into his mouth whilst waving his derriere in the air for Roger to - well, er, 'roger.' The boys needed no further encouragement and proved more than up to the task. After literally popping out Percy's pussy plug, Roger was soon 'rogering' Percy's pussy and Randy was ready to release anew. During this period Percy discovered something new. In his kneeling position over Randy's rammer he could adjust his head to take the entire seven sexy inches into his mouth and throat - something Randy readily approved. On his second descent Percy inadvertently swallowed. This resulted in a very, very approving moan from the very 'rogered' Randy - much to Percy's delight. The combination of being totally impaled from both ends caused Percy to loose his second bedroom load - and third for the day. Wilhelmina's dildo lessons were paying off in spades - all thirteen of them, and a joker or two as well. The boys had known many sissies through the Society ladies, but never had they encountered such a wanton vixen. Percy simply was truly a pansy possessed. That he was indeed, and it was not due to the threat of a whipping. All the years of repressed desires for girlie things and boy cock had been let loose in a tsunami of raw sexual energy. When Roger 'rogered-out,' the newly arouse Randy took his position at the stern of the good ship 'Percypop' and sailed his way in another creamy ocean. Of course, during this process, Roger - eager to find out just what had driven Randy crazy - had assumed his friend's old position plowing Percy's prow. Neither young stud was disappointed, especially Roger. No other sissy had ever taken in his whole pole orally. The young lad simply could not resist showing his appreciation. All three came again as the 'Percypop' sailed into a major sperm squall. A cheer came up from the ballroom as the blackboard count showed Roger with four spurts - including his earlier 'mistake' when Percy entered the ballroom, Percy also with four, and Randy with only three for the afternoon. Roger was totally 'rogered out,' and collapsed back into the bed's pillows. Now it was down to a duel between the pansy and the teenager. An inspired Percy moved forward and turned to face Randy's flagging pole. Without missing a beat, he took the still kneeling Randy's messy man meat into his mouth, savoring every millimeter down to its root. Randy was helpless at the onslaught from the possessed pansy. Delighted that he had discovered Randy's renewable resource, Percy guided him about so he was lying next to the thoroughly rogered-Roger. In doing so Percy was momentarily perplexed by the fact that Randy's back side had only the slightest traces of whip marks from his earlier thrashing. However, the thrall of lust quickly retook the Percy's attention. "Time my backside had a little lashing of its own," he thought. But the 'lashing' Percy has in mind was of an entirely different kind. He twisted about and sat on Randy's face. To Percy's ever-loving joy, Randy began lapping up the love juices leaking out of Percy's well used rosebud. "Oooh, now THAT is nice!" squealed Percy as he ground his derriere into Randy's face whilst stroking Randy's ever hardening woody. Percy contemplated for a moment as he faced his first true sissy moment of decision. Should he bend over and suck Randy's lovely cock to a creamy conclusion, or did he want it up his love hole? Taking a quick cum count, only three fuck loads versus eight suck loads won the day. "Yeah," he thought, "and this time I'm gonna screw him my way!" As Percy impaled himself down on Randy's renewed rod, he squealed out in a surprisingly high pitched voice, "Oooh myyy Gaaawd, but I do love this! Fuck me - fuck me - fuck me, you big beautiful cock-boy!" The truth of the matter was that it was Percy now doing the fucking, grinding and gyrating his sissy pussy down on the hapless stud until he indeed did extract the very last molecule of his manly essence. The finale was Percy's peenie exploding for a fifth time that day all over Randy's broad chest. The ballroom crowd went wild as the blackboard's count was tallied and wagers settled. The final cum count stood at boys - four each; Percy - five. Nope, this sure wasn't the Donna Reed Show! Percy had reached the far shore of the Rubicon, and was not about to return anytime soon. ***** A much disheveled Percy, and only Percy, emerged from the bedroom with spent boy cream covering his entire body and oozing from his punished pussy. He meekly smiled at the assembled ladies, thinking that he had won. Wilhelmina Willing Waxwell smiled back, knowing that she HAD won! To be continued... ********************** References to Fromage, Wisconsin, Mr. Nickerson and "Panty Boy Magazine" are with the kind permission of Gingerfred Man. (Well, the dear man 'did' ask for a little favor in return, but that's another story!) © 2006 by sissystevie. All Rights Reserved. These documents (including, without limitation, all articles, text, images, logos, and compilation design) may be downloaded and printed for personal use only. 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