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THE CHASTITY PLEDGE by Throne It started out simply enough. Tommy got engaged to Fiona and she said she felt strongly about them taking a chastity pledge that would last until they were wed. He didn't like the idea. It wouldn't be easy to be around such a gloriously sexy female and not be able to consumate the desire she provoked. On the other hand, he didn't want to lose her. It was highly unlikely (read 'next to impossible') that he, a short, unimpressive guy with a soft body, would ever find himself matched up with another girl as exciting as her. So he agreed to comply, and they swore in front of each other that they would not allow themselves any sexual release until their wedding night. To congratulate him, Fiona wrapped her arms around her fiance and hugged him tightly against her full bust. He gasped and felt his modest penis (which was part of that 'next to impossible' situation) grow stiff. It seemed like she was intentionally rubbing her crotch against his, getting him more and more aroused, at the same time licking his ears and nibbling on his neck. He wanted to pull away but was afraid of upsetting her. He also DIDN'T want to pull away because it felt so good. What he didn't realize was that, around the same time, two other guys, Rich and Hank, were going through the same events with their own wives-to-be. As the days passed, Tommy found himself increasingly in need of satisfaction. In the past he would have simply masturbated. It wasn't something he was proud of but with his lack of success with women, it had been a necessity. Now, however, he couldn't go back on his word. What if Fiona discovered such a betrayal of her trust? No, playing with himself wasn't an option. It got worse when she announced that they were going to have a heart-to-heart talk. She let him go first, and he admitted his past failure on the dating scene, and that he had even resorting to self-pleasuring. "That's all right," she assured him, "so long as you never do it again. I wouldn't want the man I'm marrying to do anything so gross and disgusting to himself. It will be painful for me to picture you doing that, tugging on your dick and huffing and puffing. How did you finish? I mean, what did you do about the mess it would make?" He blushed deeply and said in a shamed voice, "I... uh... used a tissue." When she kept waiting expectantly, he added, "I caught it in the tissue and then flushed it down the toilet." She continued staring at him and he felt obligated to add more. "And then I rinsed myself off. Down there. Because there was always some... goo... left. On the tip of my... dick." After he had thoroughly disgraced himself with those revelations, she said it was her turn. Fiona began, "I haven't been a very good girl, dear. Not good at all. I'm afraid that I've been to bed with quite a few guys. Well, to bed and on the floor and bent over kitchen counters and in the back of one guy's van, and in the shower and... you get the picture. It was always so hard to resist, having tall athletic fellows going after me, flattering me, not taking 'no' for an answer." He said, "It's all right. And you don't, you know, have to go into more detail. That's not necessary." "Oh, but I insist. It's important for me to not keep anything from you. For instance, every guy I've ever been with had a huge cock. And I know, from seeing you in a swimsuit at the beach, that you're not anywhere close to being in that catagory. You could even say that I'm something of a size queen." He felt ill at hearing all that. How would he ever be able to compete? But she was willing to take the chastity pledge and soon, after they took their vows, she would be all his. Tommy told himself that it would all work out. But then, a mere week later, she told him that they needed to have another talk. She sat alongside him on the sofa and put her hand on his thigh, which sent a tingle straight to his neglected crotch. "I'm confident that you've been true to our chastity pledge," she said softly. "But I'm afraid I haven't been quite as strong. I ran into one of my old boyfriends this afternoon and accepted an invitation to go out with him, just for a drink. The alcohol must have gone right to my head, because the next thing I knew, I was in his apartment, heading for the bedroom. I couldn't keep my mouth off his monster cock. I mean, I was licking his balls and running my tongue up and down the shaft. I was a total slut for over an hour. And then, after we had a nap to recover, we had a second round. My poor pussy is sore from getting pounded so hard." Numbed by shock, all he could think of to do was to forgive her. She leaned in and kissed him passionately. He was much too aware that her mouth had recently been on some big stud's cock. Was that why she tasted so odd? He gagged a little and managed to say, "Really, Fiona, you don't have to keep kissing me. I appreciate it but..." "I want to do more than that for you, Tommy," she insisted. "I want to make it up to you in a physical way. Something that will give you pleasure as well." He was cautiously excited. Did she mean what he hoped she did? "What I want to do for you," she went on with an encouraging smile, "is something that will get me excited, so I'll be more focused on you. I was thinking how much it would turn me on if we got rid of your body hair. Not that you have very much, but it would still be so attractive to me if you were smooth all over." Before he could absorb that strange idea and fully register his disappointment that it wasn't something else, she put her hand on his chest, found a nipple through his shirt, and began to rub playfully. Her other hand did the same on the opposite side and in seconds he was panting. "So let's go to the bathroom, get you naked, and I have some wonderful cream that will change you so that I won't be able to keep my hands off your body." Though he didn't want to sacrifice his scant body hair, the prospect of being touched often and all over was irresistible. He got up and, when she took his hand, allowed himself to be led along meekly. In the bathroom she remained clothed while he nervously stripped. Fiona uncapped a colorful tube and squeezed out a large dollup of something like toothpaste, but with a noticiably flowery scent. She rubbed it all over his narrow unmuscular chest, making sure to stimulate his nipples some more as she did. Then she got his underarms, forearms, and legs. He was expecting her to coat his pubic area and genitals next but that was when she handed the tube to him. "Go on," she urged. "Finish the job. I am not going to be able to stop thinking about you. And looking at you. And touching you." Embarrassed but eager to get the results she suggested, he applied the stuff generously to the remaining locations. In spite of himself, his small penis began to rise. It was tiny when small and nothing to be proud of when it was at its fullest. He stood there feeling awkward while she took back the tube and did some touch-ups on a few other spots. At last she was satisfied and told him he had to leave the cream on for a half hour. "You'd better stay here," she decided. "If you sit on the sofa or bed, that stuff might stain something. I'll be back before the time is up." Suddenly she was gone, leaving him there naked and unsure of himself. Tommy shifted his feet and wished he had something to cover up with. He thought of using a bath towel but realized that, if the cream stained, it could ruin a towel, too. So he waited with no way to keep track of the passing minutes. After what felt like and hour his wife returned with a glass of wine in her hand. She had changed into a filmy, very short nightie. He gaped at the way it showed off her desirable body. "All done," she said cheerily. "Into the shower with your, sweetheart." He stepped into the tub and stood there while she turned on the water. As she bent over he wanted desperately to reach out and touch her shapely ass, but his promise prevented that. It was so bizarre to be in such an intimate situation with his future wife but not be able to act on his urges. She switched on the shower and he was sprayed with cold water. Tommy yowled and hugged himself. She made a small sound of apology and adjusted the taps until the temperature was bearable. Then Fiona made him rub himself all over, removing every trace of the cream, along with all of his body hair. He was left pink and smooth, feeling rather unmanned. As soon as he was dried off she began to run her fingers all over him. The cold shower had reversed his erection but now he grew hard again. It was strange for him to look down and see his penis sticking out from a space denuded of hair. He appeared so immature down there. But she explored him that way for a long time, keeping him wildly aroused. When at last she stopped he was dizzy. Fiona gave him a tender kiss and turned away. "This isn't the only help I'll be giving you, darling," she assured him. "There are other couples like us and we're going to form a sort of support group with two of them. Won't that be nice?" Three nights later it was time for the first meeting of the newly formed group. Tommy was nervous but couldn't fight the forward momentum of his wife's wishes. Besides, wasn't she doing all this to help him, as she frequently pointed out? He got dressed in his usual bland shirt and slacks and followed her to the car. She got behind the wheel ("Because I'm the one who knows where we're going" she offered reasonably.) and they drove away. Fifteen minutes later they arrived at a suburban house not unlike their own. She got out and Tommy hurried to join her. They were greeted at the front door by two women, each as attractive as Fiona. The females began chatting at once, with Tommy feeling left out. He trailed along behind them, though the house, to a downstairs recreation room. Sitting on folding chairs were two other young men, both short and unathletic like Tommy. There was a third chair nearby and, without being told to, he went to it and sat. The two women took the couch and Fiona plumped herself down on a leather recliner. As the females chatted, Tommy learned that they all shared the problem of being unable to maintain their vow of chastity. The stories they told were lurid and full of disturbing details. One of them even described their behavior as the actions of 'cock crazy bitches in heat'. The men glanced guardedly at each other, hoping for support but getting back only reflections of their own insecurities. "At least our boys have all behaved themselves. I'm glad we've been able to make it easier for them." "Yes," said Fiona. "Thanks for the suggestion about getting rid of body hair. Tommy is SO much more touchable now." "What I've been doing to RIch," said one of the women, who the others addressed as Marie, "has taken it to another level. He had silly ideas about being obligated to act like some sort of macho jerk, always wanting to impress me. But putting him into panties... and other feminine things... solved that right away." Tommy couldn't belive what he was hearing. Panties? And other girly attire? The last woman chimed in, "I'll have to try that too. But if you want the best results, do what I did. Put your guy into a chastity device. It makes it so much simpler for him. He doesn't have to worry that he might give in and touch himself. All he'd be putting his hand on would be a plastic tube." They all laughed at that. Tommy shook his head in slow motion, trying to regain his mental equilibrium. That was when he heard Marie say to Rich, "Lover, please stand up and show everyone what you're wearing under your male clothes." He blushed beet red but did as he was told, rising and unbuttoning his shirt. Underneath it he wore a cammie top with spagetti straps. Down went his pants, exposing a pair of bikini-cut panties. Both garments were pale saffron, a matched set. On his legs were light green stockings with elastic tops. But he still had his scant body hair, which looked out of place. "All right, Hank," the next woman, whose name was Sally, said to her guy. "Let us all see that terrific chastity tube I put onto you so you wouldn't stray... or abuse yourself." He too stood reluctantly and undressed. Like Rich he had body hair, and unlike him he wore male underwear, but when he lowered his jockey shorts everyone saw that his dick was trapped inside a small pink tube with a little padlock. He had to walk around so the women could all get a closer look. At last it was Tommy's turn. His wife pleasantly told him to get up and disrobe. He didn't want to but after the others had obeyed without objection, what else could he do? He sighed as he got to his feet and then off came his clothes. The women admired his smooth pink physique and his fiance had him go to the others so they could feel it for themselves. He flinched at being touched but did not retreat. "So," said Marie. "I think the thing for us to do, as we discussed last night, is to help all three of our boys by using all three helpful techniques on each of them. The panties to remind them to ignore any silly myths of masculinity that might make them act foolishly, the chastity tubes to assist them in controlling their personal wants, and the elimination of body hair to make them more appealing to us, so that we can get our -- infidelities -- under control." "I brought plenty of depilatory," Fiona offered. "And I have two more chastity tubes," Sally put in. "Plus I order more panties and a few other goodies on-line and made sure to get 'rush' shipping," finished Marie. All three males wore sick expressions. Yet when they were called to leave with the women they went without resistence. The guys got traded around for their 'help'. Forty five minutes later they all regrouped back in the rec room. The trio of future grooms made quite a sight. They were all hairless, wearing panties and girly tops, and snugly fitted into tight chastity tubes. They stood in a row with the women assessing them and -- it almost seemed -- trying not to smile in triumph. The gals decided that the guys, for having been so cooperative, should be rewarded with sessions in their bedrooms, lots of foreplay to remind them of what they could look forward to after their impending marriages. At Marie's suggestion they all agreed to meet back there in one week. Back home, Tommy was unsure about how this foreplay activity would work. He wanted Fiona to touch his smooth body some more, and to toy with his ears and neck, and especially his sensitive nipples, but where would it all lead now that he was trapped in chastity? He was nervous during the drive, and very aware of his hairless state, feminine underthings, and enforced chastity. When they got there Fiona, obviously in a good mood, asked him to please strip off all his male garb, pour her a glass of wine, -- "Red, not white." -- and meet her in the bedroom. He did as he was told, still trying to reestablish his sense of reality. When he got there, a single glass of wine in hand, she was waiting, stretched out on the bed completely naked. Fiona reached for the drink, which he handed over wordlessly, his mouth partially opened as if he lacked the willpower to close it all the way. In no hurry, she smiled invitingly and took a sip of wine, savoring it. "This will be so good for both of us. You can reinforce your resolve to stay chaste, and I can reduce those impure thoughts I've been having. I won't be thinking about those big strong men, with their long thick cocks, not after what you're going to do for me." "W... what I'm going to..." He was puzzled. "Of course, baby. You're going to help me release some of the awful internal pressure I've been suffering from, which has been driving me to act incorrectly. And I'll give you lots of pleasure without having to be concerned about you 'going all the way', not with your little pecker locked up nice and tight. Right?" "B... but how am I s... supposed to... release that pressure inside you." "Well, we agreed not to have intercourse until we're married. But there are other things you can go for me, delightful things, that should solve my dilemmna. Mainly, you can use your mouth on my pussy." Seeing his look of disbelief and intentionally misinterpreting it, she said soothingly, "Don't worry, lovey, I'll give you plenty of instructions. I guess you've never done that for a girl before. Have you?" "N... no." She surprised him by continuing with, "And you've never actually had sex with a girl either. Have you?" Without thinking what he was confessing, Tommy admitted, "No, I haven't." "Well, come here my worried little virgin. Fiona will teach you exactly what a girl wants, at least from a guy with a baby dick who has let himself be made to look like a sissy and have his penis put in prison." She chuckled and spread her legs. "Now get your face down there, nice and close to my special spot, and stick out your tongue. I'll have you slurping away before you know it. I'm sure you'll be a natural, Tommy-girl." What had she called him? How long did she expect him to look and act this way? Did those other guys ever protest? But he was already getting into the position she required of him, bringing his face so close to her moist womanliness that he couldn't help but inhale its sweet musk. He stuck out his tongue and touched those pink external lips, tasty her slightly salty flavor. Tommy whimpered. Fiona said, "Listen closely because, if you follow my instructions, I won't be in any condition to keep talking." She chuckled. "And I'll make sure to give you lots and lots of teasing in return." A week later it was time for the 'suport group' to meet once more. The guys were all wearing long coats and, when they removed them, all three were wearing sissy outfits. They had on clinging tops, brief panties, stockings, and bits of jewelry. There was no chance any of them would be troubled by thoughts of acting overly masculine. The women were dressed enticingly and the males were achingly aware of it. Being locked in chastity and having those prolonged foreplay sessions, along with serving the girls orally, had their balls constantly sore. Once they were settled in the rec room, Marie spoke. "I'm afraid I didn't do as well as I had hoped. I went to the hardware store, that big superstore out on Rt. 30, and some handsome guy started flirting with me. It was partly my fault, I suppose, because I was wearing short-shorts that let the bottoms of my ass cheeks peek out. And a belly shirt. And hooker heels." She smiled and shrugged. "And I wound up going back to his place, a nice little house back in the woods, and having incredible sex. There were no neighbors so, when I came, which I did three times, I could just holler out loud and not worry about anyone hearing." Everyone looked at Rich to see how he was reacting. He sat on his folding chair, ankles crossed demurely as she had taught him to do, uneasily twisting the long necklace of big plastic links he wore. Marie went on, explaining, "Naturally, as soon as I got home, I told Richie-girl everything. She was very understanding. Even when I said that I still needed some more release. And that if I took the time to clean up down there, where that bull of a man had left a huge mess, it would get me out of the mood. So Richie helpfully ate my pussy and licked up all that cream at the same time." Tommy sat there, knees primly together, taking it all in. Fiona had been calling him Tommy-girl all week, too. And she had also relapsed, as she was quick to tell everyone. When she had gotten home she also needed more release and on those same terms. He could vividly recall the taste of another man's sperm and the feel of it on his tongue. Fiona's idea of paying him back had been to toy with his nipples, whisper lewd suggestions about what they would do after his chastity pledge expired, run her hands all over his hairless body, and even massage his balls, which felt like they were filled with grit. His poor dick hurt when it tried to get hard, which was several times a night, with the seductive way she dressed around the house and the sessions of stimulating him she insisted on, to help him 'practice self-control'. Sally's story was similar, except that she had wound up with TWO men, Black guys who she met in a club where she stopped 'just because I was thirsty and wanted a glass of seltzer'. They had insisted on buying her a few drinks and there was a bedroom conveniently located upstairs where assignations regularly occured. "Hankie-girl was soooo nice about lapping up the double mess those big brutes left in me." She sighed at the memory. "And he even licked up some of their nasty old spunk that had run down between my butt cheeks." She giggled. "I'm afraid that led to me making him use his tongue down there in a -- penetrating -- way. And I'll tell you, ladies, that was a big help in relieving my stress. It gave me renewed hope that I'll be able to stop having those darned episodes of amazing sex with strangers. You two should try being pampered that way. In fact, if you'd like, I could loan you my Hankie." She realized that she had made an unintended joke and said, "That's funny. I used a 'hankie' to clean up a mess of spunk." The females all laughed. The men sat there, displaying feminine body language and looking miserable. Marie snapped at them, observing that the women were making an honest effort to improve and it didn't help that they guys were acting so glum. "You know," she said sternly, "if you three sissies tried a bit harder, we gals might have more success. You should be ashamed of yourselves for not being more positive." For that rest of the evening that point was hammered home, that somehow it was the guys' fault that the women were cheating on them and using them as sex toys. They sat there, pressing their thighs together so those shameful chastity tubes were hidden, feeling guilty for things that -- if we're fair about it, dear readers -- they certainly weren't to blame for. Near the end of the evening the topic changed to the couples' upcoming weddings. The guys would all keep their bodies free of hair. The women exchanged information on how they might make that a permanent condition. And the fellows would not be permitted to have their chastity devices removed for the ceremonies. Under their rented tuxedos the three of them would be wearing extra-sexy lingerie. Tommy wanted to ask if he would be unlocked for their honeymoon. He gazed longingly at the small key which Fiona wore on a slender silver chain around her neck. Surely she couldn't extend his chastity vow beyond their wedding vows. Could she? He was too firmly under her thumb by then to even ask. All three weddings took place on the same day, which was balmy and clear. The grooms felt more like blushing brides as they went through the ceremonies with their cocks locked, bodies smooth and pink, and wearing super-sexy lingerie and very tight corsets. The women had made them get their hair styled, taking them to beauty parlors to have it done. They didn't look like women but the work that was done left them appearing less than manly. Some might say fruity. And their eyebrows had been thinned and shaped. Not too much, but just enough that people would notice it subliminally and wonder unconciously about their sexuality. Let's switch from following Tommy and visit Rich and his lovely new better-half, Marie. After the wedding they had a nice reception at a swanky center-city hotel, with him appearing strangely stiff because of that crushing corset. He wasn't able to dance much, complaining of a sore back, but his stunning bride was accomodated by the many men in attendance, who were more than happy to fill in. Poor Rich could only sit there and watch as she took special pleasure in the slow dances, being held firmly against many a manly chest... and crotch. She had made a point to invite one guy who she had gone out with recently, the owner of a private fitness club. His name was Ivan and she brought him back to her table. He was on one side of her and Rich on the other, but guess who got most of her attention. Marie kept slipping one hand under the table and, every time she did, Ivan got a broad smile on his square-jawed face. The new husband could only sit there and fret about how his dream of moving beyond that chastity promise was evaporating. After the reception finally ended, Ivan announced that he'd booked a room right there in the hotel and would love to have the newlyweds up for a glass of champage. Rich opened his mouth but couldn't summon the words to decline the invitation. Instead, his new bride said she would be delighted, so the three of them went to elevator and rode up to the sixth floor, where Ivan took her hand to lead her to the door, with Rich following behind and looking forlorn. As they entered the room, Marie glanced back at him and said, "Aw, baby. Why the sad puppy-dog face?" She snickered and Ivan laughed heartily. The two of them sipped champagne while Rich stood off to the side. Ivan commented, "Well, Marie, I suppose you'll want to go and be alone with your husband." "No," she said flatly. "We made a chastity pledge and I can't release us from it until I've gotten past my wicked desire for other men. But in addition to that..." She paused significantly. "...while we've been working on staying pure, Richie-girl has not only succeeded, but also revealed another side of himself." She had a white drawstring bag into which she had put all the checks they were given as gifts. Marie reached in and produced a lace-trimmed handkerchief which she held up to the corner of one eye, as if she was about to start shedding tears. "It turns out that the man I thought loved me is really..." (an even more dramatic pause) "...a wimpy sissy." She turned to Rich and said, "Strip down and show Ivan the real you." Badly shaken, he was still so used to obeying her that he automaticly slipped out of his jacket, took off his clip-on necktie, and began to unbutton his shirt. As the front of the shirt parted, Ivan saw satiny lavender material. When the shirt was completely off, Rich stood there in a form-fitting top. When his pants joined the other items of clothing, neatly laid out on a chair, he was standing there in high- cut, bright pink panties, a black garter belt and matching stockings. He looked like he was going to start crying. Ivan stepped closer to Marie and put his long arm consolingly around her shoulders. He said, "It looks like you need an authentic man to stay with you tonight. Not a pansy who likes to wear panties and..." His brow furrowed. "What's that where his dick is supposed to be?" "Oh, I put him into chastity to help him control his runaway lust." To her spouse she said, "Pull down the panties, Richie-girl. Let him see what I had to do to you." Writhing with mortification, he hooked his fingers under the elastic waistband of the panties and lowered them to the middle of his girlishly smooth thighs. Ivan shook his head, then turned to pull Marie against him. He cupped her chin in his large hand and gently tilted back her head. To Rich's dismay she closed her eyes and parted her lips. Ivan brought his mouth to hers and they shared a long deep kiss. The unfortunate husband's balls began to ache even more than they had all through the service and reception. The couple let their hands roam over each other and then began to undress. As Rich watched his wife's exquisite figure being slowly uncovered he didn't think about intercourse with her, but about performing oral sex, because that was all he had been allowed for so long. The weakling virgin began to salivate as she finished getting naked. Marie undid Ivan's trousers and got them down. She knelt and slowly lowered his boxer shorts. Rich moaned with jealousy as he saw that the big man had an exceptionally big cock, along with impressively heavy balls. She lavished attention on his enviable organ with her fingers and mouth, making it even larger. Soon the pair were on the bed and, with the groom watching helplessly, panties at half mast, they consumated the marriage. It went on for over a half hour, with Rich sniffling and feeling sorry for himself. At last the two of them climaxed loudly and began to descend from the heights of ecstasy into a warm afterglow. They lay alongside each other and held hands. A few minutes later Ivan mentioned, "You were telling me before, one of those times when we ran into each other and spent a while together, that your pansy over there is pretty handy in the bedroom with his tongue. I don't think he should be shut out completely on his wedding night. Why don't you let him eat your pussy? Right now?" She sneered at Rich and said, "You heard the man, Richie-girl. He thinks you should eat my pussy, along with the big load he shot in there. You aren't going to tell him he's wrong, are you?" Rich, cripplingly intimidated, could only shake his head. He slipped his panties back up over his soft hips and got onto the foot of the wide bed. Marie accomodatingy spread her legs, making a lewd sight of her pubes and the creaminess that oozed from her well used slit. Rich got into his familiar position, up close and personal with her pussy, and went to work, slurping up Ivan's thick salty deposit and swallowing every drop. While he did that his wife enjoyed penetrating kisses from her lover. The cuckold lapped dutifully and, after ten minutes, gave her an orgasm while she was being fondled by the other man. The three wives decided to get together every weekend to discuss how they could best assist their sissy husbands to be their true selves. The men knew that they weren't really like that but had been dragged so far into those roles that they couldn't conceive of any way to escape. The women now had regular boyfriends, who they enjoyed discussing with each other in front of the spouses. But mostly they worked to put the sissies in touch with their girly sides. There were lesssons in how to sit, stand and walk, including moving in heels. Those shoes gave the guys swishy gaits. The cuckolds were started on wearing make-up, which they gradually learned to apply themselves, largely by practicing on each other. It was especially strange for the three guys to be together because they were discouraged from saying much to each other, beyond "Close your eyes, dear, so I can put on shadow," and "Pucker up while I do your lipstick, honey." It was all so shameful, how they were being turned into sissy sisters. But that wasn't to be the worst of it. After a half dozen post-wedding meetings, Marie made a bold suggestion. "These squishy simpering faggots aren't being honest about who they really are. We have to take them to the next level. I propose that we let them... interact with each other." The husbands were aghast. She couldn't mean... Marie wasn't suggesting... They weren't expected to... But yes. The women had them sit on the hardwood floor in a circle with a fat black dildo in the center and play 'Spin the Cock'. It worked like Spin the Bottle, with each of them taking a turn and having to lock lips with whoever the plastic schlong pointed toward. At first they were allowed to give chaste kisses, with their lips closed. That was mortifying enough. But then Sally declared that she wanted to see open mouths and exploring tongues. It was horrid for the guys, having to kiss each other while their wives rocked with laughter, the pretense that this would somehow help the males being left behind (though they would continue to use it as a rationale for what was yet to come). As the game progressed the fellows had to finger each other's nipples, lick ears, and playfully bite shoulders. It went on for over an hour and by the end the husbands were emotionally drained. They were beginning to lose the certainty of their sexual orientation. What if their brides were right? What if they really were sissies? After never being allowed the joy of sex with the women, and being tantalized on a daily basis since before they wed, the trio of cuckolds were so horny that they even began to respond to each others' intimate touches, which further undermined their belief in their hetero status. It was totally disarming. At every get-together they wives pushed them a bit further. They had the guys licking each others' hairless balls. Smooching buttocks. And finally burying their cosmetics-decorated faces between those butt- halves to burrow their tongues into the tightness that waited there, a very easily stimulated area. At one gathering they ended up in a daisy-chain ring, each face fitted into a bottom, while they licked and rimmed and probed, with their brides sitting around watching and sippping drinks, endlessly amused by the transformations they had made in their weak-willed men. Once those desirable ladies were convinced that they had the cuckolds utterly tamed and deeply doubting their sexual identities, it was time for the harshest indignity to date. It began at their usual weekend meet. The sissy cuckolds were given hard hand spankings that drove them to the verge of tears. Then they had to all lie on the floor in a circle and press their lips to the reddened buttocks in front of them, to 'kiss it and make it all better'. It was while they were performing that humiliating act that they heard the front door of the house open and male voices speaking. "Back here," Sally called out. "In the den." Her boyfriend knew the way and led the other two guys there. The sissies were paralyzed by fear of exposure. The men who sexually serviced their wives, the Bulls, had never seen them in full sissy mode. Their heavy footsteps were coming closer. The guys on the floor mewled in distress but all too soon the real men arrived and saw them. They sat with the wives, all of them kissing and getting free with their hands. Then they settled back to view the show taking place before them. Sally said, "Why don't you sissies get your faces where you like to put them, in each others' butt's. You can entertain yourselves for a while eating ass and then, when you've had a good mouthful, we'll let you kiss each other. Lots of action with those ass-munching mouths. Dirty little sissies like you three really LOVE to do that. And we're going to love watching." With the sounds of chuckling, nasty comments, and deep male guffaws burning their earringed ears, the spineless sissies did as they were told, too emascutlated to fight back. They hated it but by then had been conditioned to crave it as well. And that was the way it was going to be from then on. ********* (To read an earlier, embryonic version of this story, go to cuckytoher.tumblr.com. It's a cuckold blog, so the story doesn't have any sissy content. It was posted on Halloween.)