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IN THE BULL'S EYE by Throne
Donna laughed as she checked her husband Mark's outfit. His blond hair
was full but not long and she had put a yellow, plastic-flower barrette
above each ear. There were circles of rouge on his smooth cheeks and a
coat of peach-tinted lip gloss on his mouth. He was wearing a pale
yellow, sleeveless shirt with a large image of a cute teddy bear on it.
Below that he had on terrycloth short-shorts, in a brighter shade of
yellow. His hairless legs were sheathed in knee socks with wide
horizontal stripes in loud tropical colors and, because the socks had
individual toes, he was able to wear bright red flip-flops with red rubber
daisies on them. She shook her head and said, "You look like a float in
the Gay Day Parade."
Mark cringed and pleaded to his short svelte bride, "Please, do I have to
wear all this? Couldn't I put on some... jeans or something?" She
laughed and reminded him, "I gave all your old jeans to the thrift store.
All you have now are those white hip-huggers I bought you, the ones with
the cartoony flowers all over them." He took a deep breath and sighed,
saying, "Maybe if we went to that thrift shop you could buy back..."
"Buy back your jeans? I don't think so. You're hardly butch enough for
boy jeans. Though we might find some cool retro stuff. Like a top to go
with those hip huggers. Thanks for the suggestion. I'll take you there
on the weekend. They have those tiny dressing rooms. I'm sure the other
shoppers will love seeing you in some of the fun things we find." He
appeared ready to cry at the idea of being put on public display like
that. Donna gazed at him, her dark eyes dramatized by precision-cut,
black bangs, and went on, "But right now we have to get ready for Van. I
want everything ready when my boyfriend gets here. He's such a stud
Bull."
"He's coming TONIGHT?" Mark fretted. "I thought he wasn't going to be
here until..." She cut him off again with the reminder, "Mark is welcome
here anytime he wants to show up. That's why I had a set of keys made for
him. I'm always glad to see him and I'll greet him with open arms... and
legs." Although her husband wanted to object, he couldn't gather the
nerve, not while he was dressed that way. He hated the embarrassing
clothes she made him wear. He hated how the shorts he had on fit his
crotch so tightly (because they were tailored for a girl) and showed off
how small his basket was. Donna said firmly, "Stop daydreaming, sissy-
pants. He'll be here soon. Make sure there's some of both of his brands
of beer in the fridge. He might want either one." Mark's slender
shoulders sagged as he told her, "All right. And I'll check the snack
food." He added hopefully, "Maybe he won't stay too late." "And maybe
he'll sleep over, though sleep won't be the main thing we'll be doing in
bed." She used both hands to sweep back her long hair.
The prettified male was just finishing in the kitchen, about twenty
minutes later, when there was a firm rapping on their front door. He knew
that confident knock. Even though he didn't want the big man to see him
the way he was, Mark still had to let him in. Just as Mark turned the
knob, Van shoved the door inward and nearly knocked him over. The
powerful figure pushed past the victim of his prank, shoving a plastic bag
into his midsection and telling him cheerfully, "Put this in the bathroom,
jerk-off. And don't peek inside." Of course, Van had unlocked the door
with his own key and waited for Mark to start to open it. The frightened
husband held the bag under his weak chin. He scurried off to the
bathroom, his flip-flops flipping and flopping. He set the bag on top of
the hamper and, even though Van wasn't there, he didn't dare to steal a
look inside. Instead, he hurried to the den, where the lovers liked to
relax. They were already on the couch, Donna snuggled against Van, who
ordered Mark, "Get me a beer. The kind with the red label."
When Mark returned, his wife was stroking her lover's broad chest through
his navy blue T-shirt. Van took the proffered beer, twisted off the cap,
and relished a long swallow. Mark stood there wringing his hands, then
realized how unmanly that was, and let his arms hang by his sides. The
couple shared a long kiss, with Van fondling Donna's small but shapely
breasts. They broke the contact and she said in a throaty voice, "I'm
wearing that lovely perfume you got me, babe." He inhaled and said,
"Mmmm. Makes me want to get you naked in bed." She said, "So, what are
you waiting for?" He told her, "I thought the sissy would be jealous if
he can't smell as nice as you." Her interest was piqued and she wanted to
know, "So... did you do something to fix that?" "Yeah. I got some stuff
that'll make Miss Mark smell REALLY pretty. It'll go perfectly with those
hilarious outfits you make him wear." She chuckled and asked, "Are we
going to spray it all over him?" "It's better than that. I got body wash
and shampoo. We're going to make your wimpy husband take a shower." It
took her a moment to digest that, after which she got a wide grin and
said, "Now that sounds like fun."
To Mark it sounded like no fun at all. Quite the opposite. He shifted
nervously and, despite himself, resumed twisting his hands together. The
pair on the couch kissed some more, Donna openly fondling Van's crotch
through his jeans, glancing from his impressive bulge to the tiny bump
between her spouse's legs. Mark got the message. He could never compare
to the man she was with. Her infidelity would go on and on and on. At
last Van finished his beer, sighed happily, and got up. He gently pulled
Donna to her feet and took her in his powerful arms to plant another kiss
on her waiting mouth. Then, hand in hand, they started for the bathroom
with Mark following silently, one hand on his hip and the other pressed to
the side of his beardless face, until they got there and he spotted
himself in the vanity mirror. He hurried to lower his arms. His bride
had him feminized so often that he was falling into the habit of using
female body language. Van stood there with his strong jaw set, staring
hard at Mark, who asked in a soft voice, "Do I have to get... undressed?
For my... shower?"
"No, candy ass. You're going to wash yourself with all your pretty
clothes on." He paused a beat and then said, "Of COURSE you have to get
naked, you stupid sissy. Now do it." Under their unwavering scrutiny,
the quivering husband had to disrobe. Soon he was naked, his hairless
form on display. Van squeezed his unimpressive upper arm and commented,
"As soft as he is, he could be a girl." "I know," Donna agreed. "And if
his dick was any smaller, it might pass for a clit." They both laughed at
that while Mark stepped gingerly into the tub. Van turned the water on,
cold only, and started the shower. Mark yelped and hugged himself. There
was more cutting laughter and then Van shut off the water long enough to
say, "There. That made his baby dick really tiny." The naked man looked
down and was horrified to see just how much his penis had shrunk. Van was
already turning on the water again, this time with a mix of cold and hot.
He got it adjusted and restarted the shower. Mark was relieved that it
was warm.
His relief was short lived, however, when Van and Donna each grabbed a
plastic bottle from the bag on the hamper, and opened them. Mark got a
whiff of the overpowering scent. Before he could wonder further, Van
chortled and explained, "I got mango-smelling stuff. This way the wimp
can have his own -- what do they call it? -- signature scent." He made
their victim step to the rear of the tub and then squirted body wash all
over him and said, "Rub it in, Miss Mark. Work up a good lather." As
Mark was doing that, his wife doused his hair with shampoo. He had to
wash himself and work the shampoo into his hair at the same time, giving a
comical performance. Both the cleansers smelled overpoweringly strong.
He was going to reek of those awful concoctions. They made him wash and
shampoo thoroughly. He had to pay special attention to his most intimate
areas. When Mark washed his genitals he couldn't prevent getting an
erection. That provoked cruel remarks about how small he was down there,
almost driving him to tears.
At last he was permitted to turn off the water and step out. They let him
stand there a minute, feeling totally vulnerable, before finally giving
him a huge pink towel. He dried off but the fruity aroma clung to him.
"Wow," his bride remarked. "He smells like a mango. One that's been left
in the sun too long. Maybe we should just start calling him Mango." Van
let out a roaring laugh. "That's perfect," he said. "And now how about
if you and me hit the bedroom. Mango can fetch me a cold beer. Then she
can use her sissy mouth to get you nice and wet for my cock." "Sounds
perfect. And she can get me a glass of white wine." To her husband she
said, "Move it, Mango." He hurried to obey. When he reached the bedroom,
the drinks on a small tray, he was still naked, with his make-up mostly
gone. His wife insisted on overloading his mouth with lipstick and giving
him high arched brows. Then she put a yellow-green beret on his head.
While he stood there feeling shamed, they sampled their drinks and kissed,
then began undressing each other. Mark could only stare enviously as
their clothes piled up on the floor and they laid down alongside each
other, with her handling her lover's big cock.
Without being told to, Mark picked up their discarded clothes and folded
them neatly on a chair. Next Mark had to lap his wife's pussy until it
was slippery and ready to accept the Bull's above average endowment. Van
was soon mounting the cuckold's wife. He pushed himself into her and she
moaned gratefully. For long moments they simply lay there, savoring the
feel of their joined bodies. Then Van started sliding in and out of her.
Donna's legs circled him and he began pumping spiritedly. She met his
thrusts with her own. After several minutes, Van suddenly stopped, pulled
out, and backed up. He swiveled his head toward Mark and said, "Hey,
Mango, get over here and show us again how much you like licking your
wife's pussy." Donna said petulantly, "But Van, I want YOU inside me."
He assured her, "You'll like this, too, baby. Let Miss Mango do her
thing." The reluctant husband began licking, concentrating on her
clitoris. Soon he had her happily purring. That was when Van yanked him
away by the back of his neck, got back into position, and resumed
slamming. Donna kind of lost her rhythm for a half minute, but was soon
back in synch with him. He varied his speed to keep her on edge and
waited until she was finally mounting toward and orgasm before he made
Mark go down on her again.
Donna was once more disappointed, but not nearly so much as before. She
was gaining an appreciation for her lover's clever trick. Not until she
had gone through three more rounds of back and forth did Van tell Mark to
go stand in the corner to watch them, and that he wouldn't be needed any
more. By then Donna was almost drooling with need. She was fully primed,
desperate to be put over the top. The Bull was happy to send here there.
He set a steady pace and gradually accelerated, until she was begging for
'just a little faster' and 'harder, baby, harder'. He pushed her to a
climax, which was long and loud. Mark just stood there, feeling like a
total failure, as she arched her back and called out the other man's name.
The real man's name. At her peak, Van allowed himself to finish, which
gave her a second and almost equally thunderous orgasm. After that, the
two of them sank into warm bliss, Van not getting off of her until it
subsided. Then they lay side by side while she thanked him for his wild
idea and he assured her that they could do that -- and plenty of other
things he had in mind -- whenever they were in bed together.
******
It was two weeks later. Van had been grinding down the remains of Mark's
ego, insulting him, treating him dismissively, and making him kiss and
lick Donna's ass. But he wanted to do something else that would drive
home the point that the cuckold was no longer a man in his own home, and
didn't have and shouldn't expect, any rights. Van was proud of having put
him ever deeper into his new identity as Mango. Donna had gotten into the
spirit, buying her sissy husband tropical clothes intended for females,
especially underwear she found on-line that was decorated with images of
pineapples, coconuts and even mangoes. It was those items that gave Van
the inspiration he needed. He appeared one Saturday, at dinnertime, and
had a nice meal cooked by Donna. They gave the leftovers from their
plates to Mark, who had to eat them on his hands and knees off the floor.
But that wasn't the disgrace that his tormentor had planned for him.
After the meal and some TV, Van produced a digital camera and a shopping
bag. He said they were going to have a photo session with Mango.
Mark was immediately concerned. He was wearing a filmy baby doll nighty
with appliqued pineapples all around its hem. There was a big plastic
flower, appropriately exotic, in his hair. And his lips were generously
coated with mango flavored lip gloss, which was advertised as 'super-
shiny' and having 'sheer color'. His immature penis was uncovered,
peeking out under his single short piece of lingerie. He felt ridiculous.
From the bag Van took a colorful plastic lei. He gave it to Donna, who
ceremoniously draped it around Mark's slender neck, even making an air
kiss in his direction, a painful reminder that he was no longer allowed to
touch her lips with his. Then Van said, "All right, Mango. Let's get
some real pretty pictures of you." His large hand went into the bag and
came out holding a fresh pineapple. He handed it to Mark, saying, "Let's
pose the fruit holding some fruit." Donna giggled. Mark blushed. He
held the pineapple up, not entirely sure what Van expected. The Bull told
him to pose like a girl, in profile, butt shoved out, with the pineapple
against his chest. The nighty was awfully revealing. "And turn your face
toward me, Mango. Now, big smile. I know you love showing off."
There were many more photos. One had Mark holding up two coconuts as if
they were his breasts. Then there were several suggestive poses with
bananas. (Pause a moment and see how many of those you can visualize.)
But finally came the most shameful. Mark had to lift the hem of his baby
doll nighty and hold it in his teeth. Then he had to take the final prop
that Val produced from his bag and hold it in front of his crotch. "Lower
your chin," Van ordered, aiming the camera and instructing, "Look at me,
Mango." Donna marveled, "I can't believe that's big enough to hide his
man parts. I mean, all he's holding is a... mango." It was a truly
humiliating shot, but that wasn't what pushed Mark over the edge, into a
bottomless pit of disgrace. It was the fact that Van immediately posted
all those pictures on-line, on a site with thousands of viewers. And he
encouraged them to share 'The Mango Collection'. Which they did. In
fact, someone contacted Van and invited him and Donna to bring Mango to a
kinky club where he could recreate his fashion show live. And they did.
But that's another story for a different day. For now let's just say that
Mango is very much on Van's mind. And the big man is always observing
him. That sissy cuckold is in the Bull's eye.
******
(If you liked this, you might also want to read my story, USELESS SISSY
HUSBANDS, with not one but two cuckolds.)
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