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SISSY ELF by Throne Ernie was hanging around outside the FEM FEM OMEGA sorority house... again. He loved to be there between his classes, to watch the girls enter and leave, and to imagine what went on inside. The members tolerated his presence. To them he was a minor irritant. At the same time, he was always available to run errands, like driving to the store to pick up something, or maybe hauling the trash cans that they left out back over to the curb for collection. In exchange they would give him an occasional smile, maybe ask his opinion on something, and once in a while let him drive one of them somewhere when she had no other way to get a free ride. The bottom line, however, was that these girls were always keeping a suspicious eye on him. The matter might have stayed as it was, with that awkward equilibrium, but one evening Ernie went too far. He snuck in while the girls were all at the Thanksgiving dance and hid several cameras. They didn't discover them for two weeks, and then only because their cable TV went out and, in checking the connections, someone spotted where one of the tiny recording devices had been well hidden. The word was quickly and quietly passed around, with the suggestion that everyone should act normally. They went back into the campus security system's digital records and found shots of Ernie lurking around behind the sorority house and then entering through a window that had been closed but not locked. The sisters of FEM FEM came up with a plan. One of them, Missy, asked Ernie to drive her into the city. She accompanied the request with lots of sugary innuendo. The electronic peeping tom thought he was finally going to lose his virginity. He drove her and then she asked him to please wait. After an hour of hanging out with a friend, she got a phone call and was told to return. When they got back she invited her driver inside for a 'special thank you'. He was more than glad to accept. Now he would get to see the interior in person, rather than on his computer screen. He wondered if any of the coeds would be in their panties and bras, as he had so often seen them through his cameras. And what would that 'thank you' include? Once he was inside he was gratified to find so many of the girls at home. None of them were halfway undressed but he knew he could see more of that when he got back to his off-campus apartment. He was waiting for Missy to lead him to her bedroom when, instead, the others crowded around him, none of them looking pleased. He knew that something wasn't right. When he tried to excuse himself, the president of the sorority, Charlene, stepped out of the group and confronted him. He looked around for Missy but she had moved to the rear of the crowd. "So," Charlene said, looking down at the short figure. "You set up cameras so you could stare at us while you played with your dick. We've already been to your place and sweet-talked your superintendent into letting us in, so don't bother to deny it. We just wanted to hear if you had anything to say before we tell the Dean and get you expelled. And tell the police, along with how threatened we felt after we found out you had trespassed here, too. Breaking and entering. I think if we make enough noise, you'll get a little jail time. At least enough for the other guys in there to enjoy an unmanly weakling like you. In fact, one of the sisters is dating a guard and it would be simple for her to have him spread the rumor that you give great head and have a cute ass. So... what do you have to say for yourself, Ernie?" He looked like he was about to be sick. The young women moved closer to him. His lips began to quiver. "I... I'm sorry," he whimpered, sounding less like the college student he was and more like a naughty little boy. "I didn't mean anything..." "No," Charlene said, calm and in control. "You just liked to watch us heading for the showers and lying in bed and whatever. And you played with your willy while you did it. We couldn't help seeing all those wadded up tissues in your trash can." Suddenly snapping at him, she wanted to know, "How often did you jerk off?" Caught off guard, he blurted out, "A few times a week." "And you used that lotion that was next to your computer. Didn't you?" Confused and frightened, he nodded. In a small voice he confessed, "Yes. I... used it." "So then, to be fair, since you recorded us going about our business, we should be allowed to do the same to you. I mean, if you don't want to be expelled and then have your pretty mouth and soft ass thrown in jail. Right?" "I... guess so." "Fair enough. Now get out of your clothes. All of them." His fingers went to the top button on his shirt and stopped. He asked in a hushed voice, "Are you going to watch me?" "Correct. So get busy, loser." Cringing under her words, he got the shirt unbuttoned, pulled it out of his slacks to remove it, and afterward stood there holding it. One of the girls took it away from him. Next came his shoes and then pants, which were also seized. He started to say something about his wallet, ID, money and credit cards all being in his pockets. Charlene pointed out, "They'd take all that away from you in jail. Same thing here." He felt too threatened to object. Instead he hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his jockey shorts and began to lower them. "Hey," said one girl. "Not much pubic hair down there." "Yeah," said another. "And judging from how little the bulge was in those shorts, I don't think there's going to be much of anything else." Ernie sniffled and blinked. He wished they would decide that he had suffered enough and let him stop. Instead, they sneered and scowled, making their feelings known. He bent slightly and worked his shorts down over his smooth thighs, which had only a peach-fuzz of hair, lowered the briefs the rest of the way and stepped out of them. Even before he had straightened up the shorts had been yanked out of his hand. "Whoa. What happened to his dick? Looks like somebody left it in the dryer too long and it shrunk." "Definitely. It looks like a pink acorn." "And those balls are like a couple of grapes." The onlookers pointed and laughed, hooted and jeered. Ernie had always been sensitive about his immature genitals. It was one of the reasons he hadn't dated. This was his worst fear, being exposed, not to one girl but to a gathering of cute and unsympathetic ones. Just when he thought it couldn't get any worse, someone tossed something at him. He clumsily caught it. In his hand was a pair of panties with wide pink stripes alternating with narrow white ones. There was some kind of seam or something in the crotch. "Go on," Charlene told him acidly. "Put them on, lover boy. Unless you want to be thrown out the front door the way you are." He mewled miserably and stepped into one leg opening, brought them up slightly, and got the other foot through, then got them up to where they belonged. There was more nasty laughter. He struggled to keep from crying. Then the girl who had thrown the panties pointed out that they had an open crotch and told him to pull his dick and balls out through it. With trembling hands he did as he was told and found that the opening was narrow enough that his boy parts weren't going to slip back inside. "Okay," Charlene went on, "you can do a little cleaning around here." He was handed a dust rag. "And then we're going to use one of your cameras to record what happens next." Ernie went meekly to where he was directed, to a tall bookcase whose shelves held less reading matter than odds and ends. He had to move each item and dust under it. For the higher shelves he had to stand on tip- toes. For the lower ones he had to bend far forward at the waist, on their instructions, making his bottom jut out. Some of the girls commented on his lack of muscular development and the few extra pounds that he carried, both of which made him appear somewhat feminine. Under their watchful eyes he did every single shelf. "Now," announced Charlene, "for the main act. You recorded us at our most private, now we're going to do the same." Anonymous fingers grabbed his ear and twisted. He was marched to a spot in front of one of his hidden cameras. "Let's go, Ernie. Show all of us how you play with your tiny winkle." His eyes went wide. They couldn't expect him to do that. Not while they were recording. And with some of them ready to use their phone cameras. But then he remembered their threats of action and those alternatives made him lower one hand toward his flaccid member. He reluctantly began to stroke it with just his thumb and first finger. When nothing happened, one of the girls got behind him, reached around, and began to fiddle with his nipples. He sighed and his undersized pecker began to grow. She kept it up, making him squirm, until he was all the way hard. The other girls gaped at his erection, less than five inches long and laughably slender, with a small head. Then the one stimulating him stepped away. "Let's see some movement," a tall redhead with a substantial bust urged. "Move around. Show us some dance steps, Romeo." He moved his feet awkwardly, more ridiculous than ever, still masturbating. The bosomy girl got right in front of him, dancing much more fluidly than he did. She pulled up her thin sweater and her full breasts, unrestrained by a bra, popped free. Her gyrations kept them in constant movement, hypnotizing him. He whimpered with a mixture of shame and need. The girl had him bring himself to the edge before she moved close enough to swat his hand away. "That's enough, wanker," she scolded. "We have plenty to put on-line and let the whole world know that you're a sissy, small-dicked, virgin, jerk off." With his hands at his sides, he tried to speak. When he found words he said shakily, "Y... you can't do that. It would be... terrible." "Terrible for you. Amusing for us. So we can post it now on a few porn sites and then send out a group message about where to find it. Maybe we'll tell everyone that you're a perverted panty-wearing exhibitionist. And available for all kinds of kinky fun." "Noooo," he wailed. "Please don't. I... I'll... do whatever you want. Just please don't send that video." "No? If we don't send it, you'll come here every day after classes to clean up the sorority house? While wearing whatever we give you?" "I... I..." He let his head hang in defeat. "I'll do it." "Super. Now look into the camera -- your camera -- and say it all very clearly, so we'll have a good version of it, in case you try to back out." With bright pink cheeks, he looked directly at the camera and confessed his misdeeds, admitted that he had a poor excuse for a cock, and agreed to be their housecleaner while wearing anything they supplied him with. After a bit of prompting he even struck a few pin-up poses. Just when he thought he might get a break, be left alone while he resumed dusting, the rest of what they expected him to put on was produced. Ernie looked at the items and began to sob. There was a bright yellow belly shirt with the word CANARY on it in swirling green letters. The pleated plaid skirt they had found was so short it was barely there. Next was a pair of elastic-top stockings, cream colored with flowing patterns all over them. Finally he saw shoes, girl's ones, with ankle straps, open toes, and two inch stacked heels. They were bright red and featured pink plastic bows. He sniffled and shook his head, but even as he was doing that he was putting the skirt around his middle, raising its side zipper, and buttoning the single oversized button. Next came the top, which clung like the skin on an overripe piece of fruit. He sat down to work the stockings carefully up his slender, almost hairless legs, with the girls offering helpful suggestions. At last he donned the shoes and when he stood up he felt unsteady. Someone mentioned that they had been considerate in selecting heels that were ONLY two inches. Ernie had to walk around and, as he gained a minimum of balance, was ordered to swish his hips with each step. As he passed among the sorority members they fingered his ears, gave him air kisses, flipped up the back of his skirt, and demonstrated how he should hold his hands and flutter his eyes. Then it was off to one girl's room where he was seated with his back to her dresser, so he couldn't see his reflection in the mirror. Two of the sisters went to work, one with cosmetics and the other with a brush and some perfumed hair products. When they were done, several more pictures were taken of him. "Perfect," Charlene said. "Now we can show everybody your Before and After looks." Another girl leaned in, one he hadn't seen since he entered. She was plump and had a heavy bust. Her waist was relatively small compared to her hips and thighs, which were generously full. "So," she said, getting her face directly in front of Ernie's. "Did you enjoy seeing me on your naughty videos? Hmmm? The way I liked to walk around topless, in just my panties?" He swallowed with difficulty. "I... remember you..." "My name is Sara and I am SO glad you're here and getting the paybacks you deserve. I'm going to make it my personal mission to see that we go beyond anything you imagine we're going to do to you." She eyed his shirt and added, "Canary." Sara gave him a wide smile that was far from reassuring. The sexy BBW moved away but the two who had been giving him a new look stood him up and turned him around to face the large mirror. Ernie gasped. He couldn't believe how girly they had made him appear. His outfit was eye-catching, especially because the parts didn't add up to a coherent whole. His make-up was showy and they had intentionally made it a touch sloppy, with too much eye shadow and liner, heavy rouge, and smeared lipstick. And his hair! They had made it fuller and put three little bows, in three bright colors, right up front. The sad face he made was unintentionally comical, which set off fresh laughter. He was led out of that room and handed a supersized feather duster, then told to go to work. Ernie, dazed and disgraced, with visions of arrest and imprisonment (and worse) dancing in his head, started dusting. Most of the girls began to drift away, but the ones who remained made emasculating comments. "This is a perfect look for a wimp like you, who has a mini-dick." "That outfit really brings out your inner sissy. I bet you're secretly thrilled to be all dolled up." "I know the type. Born to be a Nancy boy. Years of being in denial about it. Finally gets his wussy on and never looks back." He was ashamedly aware of his bare midsection and how, every time he bent forward to reach a low spot with his duster, that skirt gave everyone a peek at his panty clad bottom. More girls left. Eventually there was only one tormentor remaining. It was Sara. She wanted to know, "So, Canary girl, did you like pulling your weenie while you were ogling my tits? Did you ever save those scenes and then pause the video on me, and wank while drooling over the sight of my body? Did you?" He was too intimidated to lie. "Y... yes," he whispered. "I thought so. And did you squirt it into a tissue?" "I... yes. I did," he confessed, his voice unnaturally soft. "No big surprise there. And I like to hear you talking like that. You sound as girly as you look. So that's how you're going to speak from now on, Canary." "Yes," he agreed. And without being told to he expanded it to, "Yes, Ma'am." Sara turned her back on him and told him to grab her hips. He suspected a trap but did it anyway. She pushed her bulbous rump against his crotch and wiggled it. Ernie whimpered with need. Then she turned back to face him and lifted the front of his skirt. To the helpless young man's shame, he had another hard-on. It was so disgraceful how it stuck out of the opening in the front of those panties. Sara held up her hand with finger and thumb about two inches apart. She said, "This is about how big that funny little thing looks." Then she commanded in a no-nonsense tone, "Now grab hold and give it a few strokes." Once he had started, mortified but still aware of how good it felt, she took him by the shoulders, moved in, and pressed her substantial bust against his narrow chest. He began to quake but didn't stop stroking. She flicked her tongue at him. "I'd kiss you, Canary. Shove my tongue in your mouth. Let you play with my boobs. And then get down on my knees and suck your cock like I couldn't get enough of it. I'd do all that if you had a real cock. And weren't a creep. And hadn't let us dress you up and turn you into our house servant. Too bad for you, loser." Then she spun around and strode off, her admirable bottom swaying, adding to his arousal. He stroked himself several more times before realizing what he was doing. There was a girl glancing in from the next room who saw him and made a sour face. He let go of his small penis, smoothed down his skirt in front, and resumed his cleaning, using the big feather duster. Ernie felt more dishonored than ever. And worried about Sara and the special interest she had taken in him. They eventually let him leave but reminded him that he had to be there again, the next afternoon, once his classes were done. He appeared as scheduled, dreading what they might do to him. His concern was warranted. Sara appeared carrying a pink plastic bag with the name of popular shop, one that specialized in sexy fashions. From it she took a sheer and short baby-doll nightie with a ribbon belt. On each end of the belt was a fuzzy puffball. Under the critical eyes of Sara and a half dozen other sorority members he had to strip. When he was naked they gave him a disposable razor and a container of shaving gel. He had to remove what little hair there was on his crotch and legs, along with the few wispy bits on his chest and under his arms. Feeling less masculine than ever, he gingerly lifted the lingerie and put it over his head, letting it slide down his body as he passed his hands and arms through the openings. It felt so odd to have something that feminine touching his skin, especially since he was now hairless. He shivered from how sensuous it felt. They didn't offer him any panties to go with it. He had to follow Sara to the bathroom and watch her strip down for a shower. She tantalizingly got out of her clinging top, under which she wore no bra. Then she peeled down her tight slacks. "Why don't you kneel down in front of me, Canary. Get a real good look at my body." He did that and she let him stay there, ogling her. "And how about if you take my panties off me, lover boy." With trembling hands he eased them over her full hips and along her well rounded thighs, trying not to whimper with need. After she was naked she held out her hand and he respectfully set the satiny garment on her palm. Sara took them and slowly, as if she were performing some sacred ceremony, placed them over his head. Then she turned them until the gusset was in front of his nose and the scent of her womanhood filled his nostrils every time he inhaled. He could still peer out on either side of the narrow strip of material and so, as she got into the tub, had a good view of her. Sara unhurriedly pulled shut the curtain but it was transparent. Ernie couldn't stop gazing at her, at those provocative curves, as she bent forward to turn on the water and adjust the temperature. Then she switched it to the shower and let it spray over her nude body. Wet and invitingly touchable, she ran her hands up and down, stepped back and used liquid soap until she was glistening, then stepped back under the jetting water to rinse. She turned her back to Ernie so that her wide bottom was at the level of his face. He was breathing deeply, barely able to believe the show he was being given, but at the same time unable to forget how much he was being humiliated. At last Sara turned off the water, opened the curtain, and asked him for the towel. He looked around and it was on the rack behind him. Ernie reached back, got it, and held it out to her. She gave him a twisted smile of amusement and accepted it. Like a stripper using it as a prop, she ran the it all over her body in slow motion. Ernie was close to weeping from frustration. His little balls ached. He hadn't masturbated the night before because he was afraid that if he did, they'd ask about that and he'd feel compelled to confess. Sara stepped out, got the towel behind her and across her bottom, with a hand on each end of it. Then she worked the towel side to side, wriggling her bottom at the same time, her thighs rubbing together invitingly, her lightly furred pussy directly in front of his eyes. Next she took the towel and swung it behind his head, catching the free end as it came around. With it against the back of his hair, she worked it side to side again, simultaneously moving forward. She was making Ernie's face go left-right-left in short jerks as she pressed her lower belly against his forehead and her mound into his nose and mouth. It was intimate but mortifying at the same time. He felt himself getting hard under the nightie. Ernie wanted to jerk himself off, pumping furiously, but it would be disgraceful. So he just stayed still, hands down, and endured the arousing contact and action. When Sara stopped, the girls who were watching from the doorway laughed at Ernie and said he looked like a lezzie. Sara told them that he'd be better as that than he was as a man. Ernie sniffled. She made him stay where he was and use a hand towel to dry her legs. When he was done that she turned away to blow dry her hair, again confronting him with her round protruding backside. By the time she was done with him he was a nervous wreck. Charlene appeared and said that, as long as he was already in the bathroom, he could clean it top to bottom. Sara cast a final sneer at him and left. Another of the sisters provided him with a pink plastic bucket, a small one meant for a little girl to take to the beach. He was also given a toothbrush and some cleanser. He got up, put some warm water in the bucket, sprinkled cleanser on the toothbrush, and started cleaning the grout between the tiles where they met the ceiling. Several hours later he was done that part of the job and ready to start on the floor. There was plenty of dirt around the base of the toilet. He was going to be there until late in the night. The entire time he kept thinking about Sara and the feel of her private area against his face. The day after that he was dressed as a waitress with a stuffed bra to give him huge boobs and a teeny skirt to show off his smooth pink legs. No panties. On his feet were shoes with two-inch block heels, which had him tottering around. Atop his head was perched a pillbox hat with an elastic chin strap. Instead of cleaning he had to serve the girls snacks and drinks, all the while speaking in a whispery voice and using overly feminine body language. They hooted at him and got free with their hands, adding to his embarrassment and keeping him aroused. By the end of the evening his legs were sore from those shoes and his balls ached from remaining unrelieved. The next day Charlene told him that he had to do something special and that it might earn him his freedom. The sorority was having a pre- Christmas party that evening and they wanted him to be there to serve the guests, because he had done such a good job of 'waitressing' the night before. Ernie asked her nervously, "Will I have to dress up like a... girl?" "Of course not. There'll be guys here. Jocks. Muscle heads. Studs. Stallions. In other words, guys who are nothing like you. So we won't make you wear a belly shirt or a skirt or stockings or even heels. Okay?" Deeply relieved, he said, "Thanks. I really appreciate that." "No problem, Ernie." Wow. She wasn't even calling him Canary. And if he did well, it might be the end of his servitude. He was so happy. They let him go to his place for a shower,which he considered another good sign. For hours he felt better and was even eager to begin his work, assuring himself that he would perform so well that they couldn't refuse to commute his sentence. When he got back to the FEM FEM OMEGA house he stopped and took several deep breaths. Then he went to the front door and knocked softly. One of the girls answered, a cute Asian girl who he remembered watching while she wore nothing but a sports bra and yoga pants. And assumed body- twisting postures. And held them while he... well... appreciated the view. She didn't seem at all upset with him anymore. He told himself that their anger had passed and they really were going to free him. Then he got to the living room and stopped in his tracks. Sara was standing behind one of the sofas that were scattered around the large space. Draped over the back of the bulky piece of furniture was some sort of clothing that was green with red and white trim. She beckoned him with the wiggle of one finger. He went to her with deep trepidation. She held up one of the garments and it was a brief vest with big pom-poms instead of buttons, so that it would not close. Next she displayed brief shorts with lace around the elasticize leg openings. Then there was a pointed hat with a jingle bell at it's tip, along with soft high-topped shoes that had curled up toes, which also sported jingle bells. He felt worse and worse as she requested, with mock politeness, that he strip down and change into his 'work clothes'. He had been assured that he wouldn't be wearing girl's clothes, but not that he wouldn't be wearing sissy clothes. Sara didn't look away as he undressed. She peered at him and sarcastically complimented the good job he's done of keep his body hair from reappearing. Ernie, eager to at least cover his genitals, wriggled the shorts up his legs. Then he donned the silly vest. Next he put on the hat and slipped the strap under his chin. When he sat to slip his feet into those unwanted booties, the rear seam of the shorts rode up between his buttocks. They were so tight that they would show off his cherubic bottom. "Lovely," Sara opined. "And don't forget these." The cruel girl held out a collar and cuffs, also featuring tiny bells. He reluctantly put them on, his every movement accompanied by constant tinkling. Sara smirked at the ridiculous sight he made. Other girls, passing by, didn't try very hard to stifle their giggles. Ernie felt his cheeks grow warm and knew he was blushing. Just then there was a loud knock at the front door. Sara told him to go and see who it was. Dreading anyone else viewing him in that shameful outfit, he nevertheless did as he was told. When he opened the door he was facing three big burly members of the school football team who he recognized. They were carrying cases of beer. "Jeez," said Flash, a running back. "What the frack are you supposed to be?" "I'm, err, helping the girls out with their par... part... party," Ernie stammered. "Really?" It was Bull, a hulking lineman. "You look more like you ARE one of the girls." Ernie offered an uncertain smile, trying to make it appear that he was just being a good sport. He said, "May I help you?" The third team member, Hammer, a tackle, looked him up and down with disquieting interest. "Maybe you can, if none of the girls want to come across tonight. But right now we have to deliver this beer. If you don't mind, Mary." "Oh," Ernie responded in a wispy voice. "Sure." He stepped aside, bells accompanying his movements. "Come in." As they went by, Bull hip-checked him, knocking Ernie off balance and making him stumble to the side. They greeted Sara and several other girls who had come to see who those male voices belonged to. Ernie cringed and wished he could go back to dusting or even bathroom scrubbing. But he had to stay visible while the guys traipsed past with the heavy cases of beer and deposited them in the kitchen, where there were three refrigerators. Sara snapped at Ernie to take the cans out of their boxes and arrange them neatly on the fridge shelves. As he hurried to comply, one of the players gave him a swat on the rear, which made him yelp, take a few missteps, and have to grab hold of the counter to prevent himself from falling. That provoked laughter from everyone watching. The guys started to talk flirtatiously with the girls. Ernie felt utterly excluded from the conversations. Even without that foolish costume he couldn't have competed with those athletes. He heard one of the girls mention him by name. Flash said, "Ernie? Shouldn't it be 'Elfie'?" The others were overcome by amusement, as if he had made a witty bon mot. Sara even put her hands on his upper arm and gave his well developed bicep a friendly squeeze. He smiled down at her and put his hand on her back, sliding it down until it was at the top of her tempting bottom. The mixed group chatted for another five minutes while Ernie continued to suffer for his past misdeeds. Eventually, however, the guys did leave, saying they knew it was going to be a 'bitching' party. Hammer looked directly into Ernie's eyes and said, "See you then, Elfie." The disgraced student said, "Yes, Sir," and, in his nervousness, added, "I'll look forward to it." The tackle chortled deep in his throat and gave Ernie a sly smile. Obviously the broad-shouldered, barrel-chested player had misconstrued what had been said to him. Ernie wished desperately that he could take back the misspoken words. After the team members were gone, Ernie finished putting the beer in to chill and then Sara switched him to snack preparation. He had to slice cheese into tiny slivers, place it neatly on crackers, and then top each one with a carefully centered dollop of mustard. After he had made a large tray of them he made the mistake of mentioning that maybe the mustard was too heavy. Sara gave him a critical look. She said, "Fine, Elfie. Eat them." "What?" "You don't think they're any good and I don't want to waste them, so you eat them. All." "But..." "Or would you rather take a stroll over to the SIGMA MACHO house and ask the fraternity brothers how they feel about it?" "Walk there? Wearing this?" "If you don't want to eat them..." He picked one up and placed it carefully in his mouth, then began chewing. There really was a lot of mustard on it. He swallowed and looked down at the full tray, before he picked up a second one. It took a while but eventually he was down to the final few. His stomach was protesting. He was having trouble swallowing the last ones. Sara watched the entire time, a smug expression on her pretty face. The sorority sister herself picked up the very last cracker and put it into his mouth. As he forced himself to chew it and gulp it down, she asked if he had enjoyed his 'treat'. There came in return only a jingling of the bells. Next she dumped out two large bags of mixed snacks into a voluminous bowl. Sara considered them for a moment and shook her head. "No," she decided. "Each type should go into its own bowl." She selected half a dozen smaller containers, lined them up, and told him, "Sort those. And hurry up. Our guests will start arriving soon." Ernie worked frantically to sort all the different shapes. It was a Sisyphean task. By the time he was finished, hands trembling from stress, he heard a knock at the door. Sara reappeared and threw him a damp washcloth. He quickly wiped the yellow residue from the snacks off his hands. She pointed toward the door and snapped her fingers in the air. Hating that he was going to be seen by more people, and especially by more guys, he hurried to the living room, which connected with the foyer. Ernie steeled himself as best he could and opened the door. There stood two members of the basketball team, looking down at him with a mix of confusion and mirth. He gestured for them to enter and they looked beyond him, saw the girls relaxing on the sofas, and pushed past. He was beginning to close the door when he noticed three more guys coming up the front walk. Ernie recognized them as the football players from earlier. Why couldn't it be someone less intimidating, like that short guy with the tennis letterman sweater he'd seen around campus? But no, that one was puny and unimpressive, closer to Ernie himself, so he most likely wouldn't have been invited. The football guys came in and had a few laughs at Ernie's expense. Hammer put his big hands on the sides of the elf's face and pinched his cheeks hard. Ernie yelped and squirmed around. Sara came over to see what the outburst was about. When she spotted Hammer releasing Ernie, and saw the bright red spots he'd left on Ernie's face, she laughed and said, "That's nice. Looks like Elfie put on some rouge." She reached into the pocket of her sorority sweater and produced a tube of lipstick. When Ernie shied away, Hammer grabbed his arms from behind and pinned them behind Ernie's back. While the tackle kept him from moving, she applied bright magenta to his lips. "There you go, Elfie," she said mockingly. "Now you're even prettier than before." Hammer still hadn't let him go. He pulled Ernie back against him. Hammer's crotch was against the elf's bottom and Ernie could feel an impressive bulge. When Ernie tried to wriggle free he unintentionally rubbed his bottom against that lump of manhood. Hammer chortled softly and leaned his head down. The big athlete whispered to his captive, "Hey, give me a chance to work the room. If I don't pick up a real girl, I'll settle for you maybe." Ernie's face went pale, except for those two colorful patches on his cheeks. Hammer at last let him go and poor traduced Ernie hurried away to answer the door again. About a half hour later the new arrivals tapered off and Charlene said she would take over. "You head to the kitchen, Elfie. It's about time to have someone circulating with some snacks." At the mention of party food his stomach started to revolt again. He felt so sick from being forced to overeat those heavy items. He walked off, bells tinkling, toward the kitchen. Once there he was provided with a tray covered in hot cheese puffs, their aroma rising to fill his nostrils and add to his indigestion. He made the rounds, with everyone he encountered snickering at him. Several girls reached under his vest to stroke his unmanly chest. More than one of them touched his sensitive nipples, intentionally or otherwise, which got his little dick twitching. A big Black member of the football team made Ernie perform some dance steps, which drew more attention to the unhappy server. After that the party shifted tone. Someone lowered the lights and the mood turned toward seduction, with a few couples heading upstairs to the bedrooms. Ernie watched enviously as guys paired off with attractive girls. He knew he wouldn't get any female attention, at least not the type he desired. Instead, some of the sorority sisters used him to make comparisons with the guys who were chatting them up. "You're cool, Dan. Not like our Elfie here." "I like your type, Easy. Tall and muscular. Just the opposite of Mr. Jingle Bells there." "Mmmm. Looks like you've got something interesting in your jeans, Rich. A heck of a lot more than that sissy elf has in his tight green shorts." During the next hour the crowd began to thin. Ernie watched to see if Hammer paired with anyone but it hadn't happened yet. Was the big guy really serious about... whatever he had been hinting at? Soon there were more guys left than girls, further hurting the odds of the remaining males. That was when a guy from the weightlifting team decided he could press Ernie. He picked him up effortlessly and raised him over his head, doing several reps before Ernie bent in the middle and had to be caught by another very fit fellow. All these guys each had a few drinks in them, and began to jokingly play grab-ass with the elf. He scrambled around among them until someone grabbed him around the middle, tucked him under their arm, and held him like that. "You know," another one declared, "he's kind of quick on his feet. We should do something to slow him down." Sara had been observing quietly. Now she spoke up and offered, "We have some duct tape handy from when we were decorating. And it even has a Christmas pattern on it." She happily fetched the tape, which was red with white snowflakes all over it, a perfect compliment to Ernie's green and white costume. Ernie was set on the floor on his hands and knees and they went to work. His legs were doubled up and taped in that position. Then the same was done to his arms. He looked somewhat like a trussed turkey and could only move by 'walking' on his elbows and knees. It might not have gotten any worse except that some guy, who perhaps had imbibed even more alcohol than the others, yanked down his shorts in the back, so that his soft white bottom was uncovered. There were catcalls and whistles. Ernie was made to inch around the room like that, ending up in front of one of the sofas with some big brute's feet propped up on his back, being used like a footstool. More helpless than ever, his muscles beginning to get sore, he had to stay that way while they bragged and ignored the fact that they hadn't picked up any girls. Occasionally a laugh or cry of joy or of orgasm could be heard from the second floor. That made the guys angry, which motivated them to take out their emotions on the nearest target... Ernie. They were talking about punishing him for being such a wussy when Sara showed up again, so fortuitously, with an initiation paddle in her hand. She suggested, "Maybe you should try a little hazing. Help the wimp understand that you have to be tough to get into a fraternity." In their state the guys thought that was an excellent idea. Sara told them more about 'Elfie', making sure to use words like 'fag' and 'homo' and 'cock lover', as well as the phrase, 'just asking for somebody to use him'. He was put over the lap of a member of the weightlifting team, whose impressive arm muscles flexed visibly as he accepted the paddle. No, no, no. Ernie didn't want anyone to swat his vulnerable rump, but especially not someone so strong. Too bad for Ernie, because the guy, after Sara handed him a beer and he took a long swallow, raised the paddle high and took aim. As Ernie mouthed a silent plea, the slab of wood came down with terrible force and there was a loud fleshy smack that got everyone's attention. Ernie lost his breath and, before he could get it back to holler, the second blow fell. And the third. He found his voice after that and wailed loudly as the paddle descended for number four. Already his buttocks were turning bright pink, with traces of red beginning to appear. He wiggled his feet helplessly and started to weep. The guys crowed and chugged beer as the discipline went on. Soon Ernie's sitter was cherry red all over and a bit swollen. The paddle wielder at last relented and Ernie was set back on the floor, where he was made to 'walk' around, his bottom blazing and his stomach still bothering him. Someone else took the paddle and used it to motivate him, applying it any time he slowed down. It was kind of tricky to hit his bottom from that angle, with his bondage getting his feet in the way, but the guy soon found the correct angle and was able to continue his torment until he was blubbering and begging for mercy. That was when his rescuer stepped in. Unfortunately it was Hammer, who scooped him up and carried him off, Ernie's blazing backside still on display. Sara watched the big man carry his prey up the steps. She said to herself, "Part One of Operation Sissy Elf is a success. Wait until Ernie finds out about Part Two." Hammer took his prize to a free bedroom and set him on the bed, so that Ernie was facing the side. The powerful football player held him by the shoulders and, mumbling to himself, rubbed the front of his pants against Ernie's tear-streaked face. The swelling behind Hammer's fly was unmistakable, as was his intent. He unzipped, opened his belt, and unfastened his jeans, then tugged them down to mid-thigh, along with his boxer shorts. Ernie's eyes went wide as he saw the size of the prick in front of him. It was still soft and already on the high side of six inches, and thick as well. As Hammer rubbed it against Ernie's features again, but this time with skin-on-skin, and it grew alarmingly, the head especially large, Ernie got a good idea of how the athlete had acquired his nickname. Hammer. Hammer Cock, maybe. "I... I don't want to..." Ernie managed to whisper. "What? I'm just going to take your temperature. Of course, if you don't want me to take it this way, I can always turn you around and do it the other way. Your choice, Elfie." "I... you..." Ernie surrendered. "Yes, Sir. This way is okay, Sir. Please." All he could think of was not upsetting Hammer, not having him switch to that... other option. Ernie opened his mouth wide and kept it that way. "There's my good girl," Hammer said, followed my a hissing laugh. He aimed himself and eased forward, putting that big knob between his captive's lips. "Now you know what to do, sissy. And you know you want to do it. Right?" To placate him, Ernie nodded. The movement made Hammer take a deep breath. He placed his hands on the sides of Ernie's head and began to move his hips. And he told his unwilling partner to take his time. A half hour and two ejaculations (both Hammer's) later, it was done. The football player went to the kitchen to get something to use to cut the tape binding Ernie. While he was gone, Sara came into the room. "How's our peeping tom doing?" she wanted to know. "Enjoying your payback?" With cum on his chin, Ernie said, "But it's over now. Right? You told me you'd let me go after... tonight." She made an elaborate shrug. "You've got me there. We won't go back on our word. So that's why I'm releasing you... and moving on to Part Two of your punishment, which is giving you to SIGMA MACHO. I know those guys would love to have a pretty sissy maid to clean up after them. And to help them in other areas. A guy goes on a date and doesn't get laid. Or gets horny in the shower. Maybe he just wakes up with a raging hard- on some morning. And there you are, ready and available, in your sexy maid's outfit, to relieve all that physical stress they're experiencing." "B... but, I don't want to have to dress as a maid, or an elf, or anything. And I'm not gay. I don't want to have to do more of... what I just did." Sara chuckled. "Give it time, Elfie. Then tell me you're not into dressing up and getting dudes off. Tell me that in three weeks. Or six. Or a few months. You'll be surprised the changes that'll occur. I imagine you'll still hate it but that's not the point. It will become the center of your life and your priority will be keeping those guys happy. Avoiding discipline. Yeah, I think that by this time next year, you'll be the perfect little housemaid -- and bed slave. You'll be ashamed and intimidated and confused, but you'll also be a busy sissy- cum-dump for a few dozen guys. Have fun, Elfie. I'm sure you'll get some cute Christmas gifts from them. And after that -- HAPPY NEW YEAR. ********* (To bootlover. You asked if I was doing a Christmas story. Well, here it is.)