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HOLIDAY SURPRISES by Throne Larry was almost ready to go to the living room and exchange gifts with his wife, Erin. He checked himself to make sure the lace teddy he was wearing looked perfect. And that his elastic-top, close-mesh, fishnet stockings were straight. Then he looked closely at his reflection to be certain that his make-up was just right, enough but not too much. Finally he patted his collar length hair, telling himself that the brushwork and gel application had gotten it properly feminine, a nice styled look. He wasn't sure what his bride of one year had gotten him but he knew what he wanted most. Larry was hoping that she would finally relent and let him go back to dressing and acting like a guy around the house. Sure, he had been a disappointment on their honeymoon. Contrary to what he had expected, his slender, four-inch erection hadn't satisfied her. And him finishing 'quick like a bunny' as she had put it, had upset her even more. When he got all weepy and apologetic she declared him to be less than a man and decided that he should dress to suit his type. One of her girlfriends had given her a set of thong panties as a honeymoon gift. There were seven of them, in different colors, with a day of the week printed on each. Because she was slim they also fit her spouse. She had made him put them on and then introduced him to his new sex life, which consisted of pleasing her with his mouth. That had been especially disturbing because when he had ejaculated , the mess got half in and half out of her shaved pussy. Having to lick up and swallow his own cream had disgusted him but it was also so emasculating that he hadn't been able to assert himself even a little in her presence from then on. She always had him flittering around their small suburban home, dusting this and polishing that. So now, as he put on a short, pale red robe and tied it, he was hoping anxiously that she would at last let him reclaim his lost pride. He slipped on a pair of fuzzy pink slippers and scampered out of the bedroom, remembering to use the girly movements and body language that she insisted on. When he got to the living room he was startled to see so many wrapped gifts waiting there. She had asked for gift cards, so that was what he had gotten her, at higher amounts than she had said would be enough, because he was so eager to get back into her good graces. But he was astounded to see all the packages the she had bought. It looked like his life was finally turning around. And she looked so desirable. Erin was short, with porcelain skin and a spray of light freckles across her cute cheeks. She had pixie-cut red hair and glinting green eyes. He had been drawn to her shapely figure but especially to her breasts, which seemed to have come from a more curvaceous woman. His wife's assets were well shown off by the clever outfit she had donned. On her head was a little green cap. She was wearing an abbreviated jacket of the same color, matching French-cut panties, wide-mesh, fishnet stockings, and emerald booties with curled up toes. Erin looked like a sexy little elf. That she had gotten all dolled up for him was certainly a good sign. "Golly," he said, making sure to sound like a frivolous teen girl. "Look at all that pretty wrapping paper. And the lovely bows." He put the palms of his hands on the sides of his smooth face, which was hairless like his entire body. She had gotten him laser treatments for his birthday and he still wasn't sure if they were permanent. "It will be so much fun to open all those." "I'm sure it will," she agreed, but with an impish smile. "However, right now it's time for you to see what's in your stocking." He saw the stocking hanging from a hook on the back of their front door. It was bright pink, with rainbows, unicorns, and Christmas trees decorating it. She'd even had his name put on it, except that she hadn't used Larry. Instead, it said in swirling cursive letters, Larraine. And the letter 'i' was dotted with a little heart. He smiled appreciatively for her benefit, at the same time telling himself that soon he would be back in his masculine role, and that he should just play along a short while more. He went to the door, carefully took down the unmanly stocking, and brought it back to where his wife had just sat on the couch. When he tried to sit down next to her she held up a forbidding hand. "No, no, Larraine. You can sit on the floor in front of me. That's traditional. And take off your robe. That'll be more comfortable." He complied, not happy with her decisions. As he neatly folded the robe and set it on a nearby wooden chair, he was acutely aware of how feminine he looked in that teddy. And it was snug in the crotch area, which called attention to his lack of a bulge down there. Plus, it left his bottom cheeks half exposed. Erin had been making jokes about his sexuality, saying that maybe he was latently gay. That never failed to upset him. And she had been doing it more in the past two weeks, which was another reason he was longing to put all this dressing up and acting swishy behind him. He sat cross-legged on the carpet and set the rather large stocking on his lap, happy to at least be able to hide a small portion of himself. Erin nodded and gestured toward something poking up out of the top. "Go on, Larraine dearest. See what Santa brought you." He pulled out something small and flexible, wrapped in paper with cartoon animals on it. When he carefully tore it open he was disappointed to find a length of elasticized lace. His wife pointed out that it was a choker and that it matched his teddy. He gave her a wan smile, unhooked it in the back, put it around his neck, and refastened it by touch. It fit closely, so he was glad it had some stretch to it. But if she was giving him something like that, maybe she wasn't quite ready to change his fashion regimen. He held back a sigh of disappointment and pulled out the next item. When he unwrapped it he found a small set of color- coordinated cosmetics. They were all in shades of peach and the package identified them as Peach Orchard For Girls. His bride took her digital camera and told him to smile. He held the clear plastic holder up under his chin and forced a smile. She took a picture and sent an air kiss in his direction. Larry already knew, from checking his reflection numerous times, that he could still be identified with make-up on. He dreaded the idea of his wife having those pictures and, perhaps in a moment of anger, or after two glasses of wine, sharing them with one of her girlfriends. He set aside his second gift and removed another from the copious stocking. This package was long and narrow at one end, growing wider as it extended. He felt the shape and tried to figure out what it was. When his imagination failed him he began to slowly tear and peel away the bright green and red paper that was patterned with silly monkeys in Santa hats. "W... what's this?" he asked with concern, thinking he knew what the length of molded rubber was. Something that had been with it fell into his lap. The additional item was a tube of scented lubricant. And the bigger item was a sex toy. "Is this...? Is it for...?" "It's a butt plug, you little silly. Because it's looking more and more like you're a real sissy, the kind that likes stimulation in that area, this seemed like a fun way to help you get in more touch with your fruity side." "But... it's just that... I mean..." He took a calming breath that didn't have the desired effect. "I'm not gay." "Time will tell," she advised him. "And I'll be the final judge about it. But for right now, get that rosebud stretcher greased up and show me how you put it in." His lips began to quiver. He didn't want to do that. Especially not in front of her. How could she ever respect him after witnessing such a humiliating act? But she was waiting expectantly. There had been an encouraging smile on her face but now it was fading away, being gradually replaced by a disapproving expression. "All right," he said to placate her. "I'll try it. Just to see what happens." He unscrewed the cap from the tube and squeezed some clear goo onto the narrow end of the unwanted device, then spread it around with the tips of two fingers. The idea of getting even the smallest part past his natural tightness was unsettling. But the thought of having to cram the widest part through there as well was deeply disturbing. And then his muscles would clench around the relatively small section at the bottom, which joined a flat base. That way his body would keep it there but it also couldn't accidently end up completely inside. He rose up onto his knees and reached around behind to pull the rear of the teddy aside. There wasn't much material back there, so it was easy to do. Then he used his other hand to direct the plug toward its target and moved it around until it was perfectly centered. He gritted his teeth and pushed. It was slow and uncomfortable but he got the end in. Then he had to shove repeatedly to make the larger part follow. At last he had the widest portion stretching him out. One more thrust and it was in, his sphincter tightening around the slender part inside him. He whimpered and moved the rear of the teddy back into place. His penis tingled. He told himself the reaction was because there were plenty of nerve endings back there that were being touched. And that it wasn't because he was enjoying the experience. Of course not. Right? "Well," his wife urged, "what else did you get?" More reluctant than ever, he sat back down -- OH! -- and took out something else. Well, at least it was small. When he removed the paper he was again puzzled for a moment. It was a short tube of pink plastic with a wider ring attached. The ring was in two sections joined by a hinge. And there was a small, heart-shaped, red padlock included. Oh no. I couldn't be. "Look at that," his wife said with a grin. "I think this thoughtful gift is from MRS. Santa. Do you know how to put it on, sweetie?" In slight shock, he mumbled, "I think so." "Then get busy. I can't wait to see how it fits. This is the smallest model they had. But then, you're the smallest guy I've ever seen down there." He nervously worked it over his flaccid penis, which in that state was only two inches long. It contained him perfectly. He closed the halves of the ring behind his scrotum, took the lock, got it through the aligned pair of openings by feeling around, and paused. Larry wanted to know, "Should I lock it? Do you have the key?" "Of course I want you to lock it, darling," she said sweetly. "That's what it's for. Go on." She waited until they both heard the faint click of the lock engaging before she said, "And the keys came with it. I put them in a safe place." She paused and appeared uncertain. "I'm pretty sure I remember where." Erin smiled and gave a shrug. "They'll turn up, I'm sure. Eventually. Now let's finish with your stocking." Feeling queasy at the thought of what else might be in there, he got the next small item. It was a ring gag with the external section made to resemble a pair of thick lips, vivid red ones. He place it uncertainly into his mouth. She leaned down and did something so that it worked, holding his jaw open and leaving him feeling vulnerable. The next gift was a pair of cuffs, which she had him turn around so she could lock them on his wrists. There was very little chain between them, which gave him dreadful sensations of helplessness. He tried to say something but could only grunt. Drool ran out over his lower lip. Erin helped him stand and walked him to a nearby mirror. Larry saw that his mouth was open in a big 'O', with those fake crimson lips making it look like a target. He gurgled a few inarticulate syllables before giving up. "Let's go to the kitchen, Hot Lips Larraine," she said with a smirk. "After all this excitement I need a glass of wine." He followed her to the other room. She asked him, "Would you like anything, honey bee? No? Well, if that's how you feel." She pouted. "But you're not being very sociable. Maybe I'll have to get somebody else to keep me company. Or to keep US company." She giggled at some private thought. After Erin poured herself a generous glass of chardonnay, she returned to the living room with her husband trailing behind. He was constantly aware of the butt plug and chastity device, and couldn't keep more spittle from running out of his mouth. His wife stood in front of him and toyed with his nipples through the teddy. She made a joke about him being sensitive there like a girl, then used that as a lead-in to casting more doubts on his heterosexuality. He was relieved when she sat down and left him alone. But then she took her phone and hit a preset number. When someone answered she said, "Are you almost here, handsome? Right out front? Perfect timing. Come in so you can see the load of presents I've got for you. I think my wimp of a husband guessed they were for him. He guessed wrong. Those gifts are for the real man in my life. Door's unlocked, big stuff. No need to knock. Mi casa es su casa." Moments later, with growing tension, Larry heard a car door close in front of their home. Soon someone turned their doorknob. He looked to his wife desperately, wanting her to let him scurry off and hide. But she just got a hold on the lace of his teddy to let him know that he was expected to stay right where he was. He stood there with his smooth hairless legs quivering as a man entered the living room. Erin got up and went toward the new arrival. He was tall and husky, with a broad jaw covered with dark stubble. She rushed into his muscular arms, which were shown off by a black T-shirt. His jeans were tight enough to make it plain that he also had well developed legs. The few extra pounds he was carrying did nothing to spoil his rugged appearance, but rather enhanced it. Erin tilted back her head and closed her eyes, and he gave her a deep unhurried kiss. Larry could only stand there in his shameful outfit and restrained, muted condition. The big guy broke off the kiss and looked at Erin's husband. "So," he said, "that's the loser you got hitched to." "Sad but true." She sighed. "I was hoping he'd man-up at some point, but he just keeps turning into more and more of a candy ass. That's why I'm glad you're here, Burt. I missed your king cock while you were out of town. But maybe you should keep it in your pants," she considered, grabbing his crotch and giving it a friendly fondling. "If Larraine over there sees how long and thick it is, she might choke from jealousy." "She might choke from my cock," he said confidently. "But not because she's jealous. More like because it's halfway down her throat." "Well, it might take time before she gets that far. You'll have to be patient with her. But she absolutely needs to get closer to her sissy side. Once she's had her first man she won't be able to deny how much she likes it." She turned toward Larry. "Will you, Sugar Lips?" He moaned and shook his head in denial, which made the lovers laugh. Burt went toward him and grabbed Larry's undeveloped upper arm. He dragged him over to Erin, manhandled him into a kneeling position behind her, and put one large hand on top of Larry's head. "Go on," Burt said. "Get those ruby red lips on the pretty lady's ass. Give her a big kiss to apologize for lying to her and not admitting you're hot for guys." He pushed Larry's head forward until his face was firmly against her posterior, his nose wedged into her the valley of her butt, her cheeks mostly left uncovered by her skimpy panties. She laughed as Burt ground Larry's features into the warm crevice. "And he really won't be able to say he's not into men after I get around to him. But first how about you and me hit the bedroom, woman." Erin stepped to the side. Larry was leaning on her so much that he toppled forward as she moved away. He twisted his body enough that, instead of landing on his face, he hit the floor with his shoulder. From that awkward position he looked up and saw his wife in Burt's arms again. She ground herself against him as they kissed. When she broke away, Burt took hold of Larry's hair and yanked him up onto his knees once more. The bigger man put his arm around Erin and steered her toward the bedroom. He called back to Larry to follow them, but warned him not to get up. Larry was reduced to shuffling after them on his knees, in that mortifying outfit, drool escaping his wide open mouth, as he watched Burt drop his hand down to give Erin's shapely ass a squeeze. Larry struggled to get into the bedroom, tugging futilely at his bound wrists. Once he caught up to them, he had to watch as they slowly undressed each other. Their hands roamed freely, hers over solid male limbs and his across sensuous female curves. She got his pants off and lovingly caressed his cock, which grew from large to extra large. He gently massaged her breasts before dipping his head down to lick and suck her prominent nipples. There was plenty of purring and moaning from her, which tortured Larry's ears. He could only kneel there and witness his wife's infidelity. The two lovers, naked now, sat side-by-side on the foot of the bed. Erin crooked her index finger at her husband to make him move closer. When he was directly in front of her she spread her legs and pointed to her moist, pink-lipped notch. "Why don't you get me ready for a real man, Larraine? Get that tongue on my pussy and make me nice and wet. I need to be loosened up to get a big cock like Burt's into me. It's not as if he has a little wee-wee like yours, now is it? Hmmm? No. He's got what a woman really wants. You don't. That's why that funny thing between your legs had to be locked up, tight and secure, in its new home. Oh yes, husband dearest. That's where your puny penis is going to stay from now on. Safely imprisoned where it can never again disappoint me or any woman with its inability to give an orgasm." She chuckled. "It's the only solution to The Shrimp Penis Problem. Besides, if you can't empty your baby-sized balls, that will make you a better pussy licker. Like right now. Go on, sissy. Show me what you're good for. Get that tongue working." He leaned forward, inhaling the womanly scent she exuded. His tongue came out of his stretched-open mouth and he lapped up and down over her already wet labia. Then he probed between them, eager to make her happy and perhaps win himself some consideration. He didn't know what he was hoping for. Obviously she was going to have sex with Burt. And he was afraid she would make good on her assurances that she intended to keep him in chastity. Maybe she would be nice to him in some small ways, like letting him cuddle against her. Or by playing with his nipples to give him at least that much pleasure. Larry realized that his thinking was changing. He was already looking forward to small favors, rather than wishing to regain everything he had already lost. If he kept looking at matters that way, he understood, he would eventually accept even worse treatment, whatever other denials she decided to inflict, and anything else she might do on a whim or after cruel and deliberate thought. Finally he switched his oral efforts to her clitoris. She arched her back and moaned. While her mouth was still opened, Burt brought his face close to hers and delivered a penetrating kiss. She responded ardently, swiveling from the waist to embrace him, rubbing one bare breast against his manly chest, massaging his rampant member. After the kiss ended she said dreamily, "Larraine is doing a wonderful job on my pussy. Do you want her to get your tool all primed up?" He laughed quietly. "Sounds good. They say sissies are the best cocksuckers. Since they have dicks, they know best how to treat a dick." "Or a king-size cock like yours." They kissed again. She told her spouse, "Now get yourself in front of my lover so you can get him even more pumped up -- if that's possible -- and ready to plunge into your wife. Show him how much a sissy loser like you enjoys getting a stud ready to cuckold him. Go on, Larraine. Or would you rather I do something nasty to you while Burt watches?" Shaken up by the unspecified threat, Larry moved sideways by scissoring his legs, until he was in front of Burt. But when he was confronted by that rigid rod, he drew back. Larry turned his face toward his wife, pleading with his eyes. She merely smirked at him, took his head between her hands, and turned his face back toward its target. She even coaxed him forward with slight pressure against the back of his neck, until his open mouth was fitted over the head of Burt's waiting organ. Seeing the futility of resistance, Larry whimpered (as well as he could with his mouth in that hampered state) and brought his face down further, until the end of Burt's manhood was engulfed and the kneeling husband could give a clumsy BJ by alternately using his tongue and bobbing his head. He kept at it while the lovers kissed and caressed, until they were ready to merge their bodies. The happy couple moved to the center of the bed, leaving Larry where he was, in a perfect spot to observe from. Erin got on her back and parted her legs. Burt got between her spread thighs and aimed his raging hard- on at her quim. Seconds later he was easing into her while she encouraged him with gasps and murmured words. As he began to pump, she grew more urgent. "Faster, baby. Slam me hard. It was never like this with my husband. He was useless in bed, with his tiny dick and the way he shot off too soon. It's better that he's locked up now." She made a long ululating sound of pleasure. "You're incredible, Burt. Don't stop." She took a deep breath and blew it out through pursed lips. To her husband she said, "Don't look away, Larraine. I want you to see exactly why you're not the one doing this. And why you need to be kept in your pecker prison. It's for your own good. After a few weeks of being locked, you'll get addicted to licking me. It will be your only sexual outlet. That's what happens to a sissy with a joke where a cock should be." Beyond that point she lost the power of speech. Burt grunted rhythmically as he continued to pound her. She thrust back at him. They locked lips and held onto each other. She brought up her legs and wrapped them around his middle. Larry knelt there, silenced, his prick pulsing in its confinement, his rear entrance stretched and stimulated by the invading plug. He was glad that in their frantic passion they at least weren't looking at him, with his done-up hair, made-up face, lacy teddy, and fishnet stockings. And he didn't want them laughing at his open and available mouth, with those inviting faux lips, or his disabled, caged penis, and especially not his well-filled nether access. Just as Larry reached the depths of self-pity, the couple on the bed erupted into simultaneous orgasms. Their mutual finales went on and on before slowly receding into relaxed bliss. Burt rolled off Erin and they lay alongside each other while their breathing returned to normal. They kissed lightly and murmured affectionate words. That made Larry feel even worse. Not only had Burt taken over as her sex partner, but he was also the recipient of her romantic feelings. Where did that leave Larry? He seemed to be there only as a handy aid to their activities. As if to confirm that, Erin sat up, looking radiant in her post-coital joy, and moved back to her former position, knees apart, oozing slit presented to Larry. Burt shifted around and sat next to her, his slicked cock on display. Larry gagged. Was he supposed to repeat his foreplay performance? As if to answer his unspoken question, his wife said languorously, "Time to make yourself useful, Larraine. Get that tongue moving again. There's been a sloppy spill and it's your job to clean it alllll up, sissy missy. Come on. You know you want to, you pathetic queer. This is the kind of thing guys with hopelessly small dicks end up doing eventually." He stretched out his tongue and got his first taste of Burt's thick salty spunk. Larry gathered some up and drew it back into his mouth, where he sucked it up and swallowed it. He went back for more and his wife snickered at his defeated compliance. The plug in his bottom must be pressing on some special nerve cluster or something, he told himself, because his trapped penis was actually trying to get hard, straining against the confines of its short and narrow enclosure. He couldn't honestly be responding to the humiliation they were heaping on him. He couldn't be, at some level, relishing the emasculating act he was performing. Larry couldn't be proving what his wife had been saying repeatedly, that he in reality wanted to be treated like, and to respond as, a weakling faggot sissy. He kept at his distasteful chore until his wife at last declared herself to be thoroughly cleaned, outside and in. Burt snapped his fingers. "Let's go, Larraine. If you only do her that would be sexist. Right? You have to treat us equal. And because she already said that it's what you deep down want to do, I'll make it easier by taking out that ring gag, though I know you'll hate losing those girly red lips." As if in a trance, Larry inched sideways until he was in front of Burt. The big man removed the ring gag and tossed it behind him onto the bed. Larry stared mutely at the waiting cock, flaccid but still impressively large, slimed with semen and Erin's female fluids. The smell was disturbing. Larry worked his jaw and pressed his lips together, delaying the inevitable for a few desperate added seconds. Then he opened up wide and dipped his head down so he could scoop up the head of Burt's cock and close his mouth around it. Erin held onto her lover as she craned her head forward to view the demeaning performance. Larry gave a few sucks, the flavors of recent intercourse strong on his tongue. He was horrified when Burt's penis swelled slightly. "Uh, oh." Amused and confident, Burt told Erin, "Your sissy husband is doing such a good job that he's getting me stiff again." She told Larry, "Suck harder, faggot. Get him further into your pansy mouth. Swallow all our yummy cum." As he obeyed, Burt grew harder still. Soon he was fully erect. Larry had never been able to recover his potency so quickly. It had always taken him a full day after sex before he could even think about a repeat performance. Now Burt was taking Larry's head between his hands and moving it up and down on that rigid rammer, while the hapless husband commenced to suck and lick with runaway effort. Erin dug her fingers into Burt's shoulder. She hissed at the superior man, "Do it, Burt. Blast a load down his sissy throat. Give his tonsils a bath. Pump your cream into his stomach. That will make him a total queer. He'll never be able to see himself as a man again. The girly stuff I've been making him wear will be perfect for him now. For sissy Larraine. Do it, lover. Fill the cocksucker up with what he's been hungry for all along." Maybe it was her fevered encouragement. Or maybe it was Burt's macho need to dominate a lesser male. Perhaps it was simply that Larry was sucking like a cheap whore trying to finish off a trick. Maybe it was some combination of those reasons. But whatever it was, the seated man spurted his load into Larry's active mouth and the confused cuckold gulped it down -- greedily. Not until Burt was definitely done and sharing a congratulatory kiss with Erin, did Larry let the wet knob slip from between his lips. He couldn't believe what he had just done. How he had gotten so involved. And that his caged dick was still attempting to get hard. Had Erin been right? Was he in reality gay? Or Bi? And had he been seduced by the way his bride had been making him look into desiring that too? He couldn't be sure about anything. And he was still cuffed, plugged and caged. The pair on the bed got into spooning position and fell asleep together. Not knowing what else to do, Larry simply stayed where he was, with nothing to distract him from his self-doubts. He even caught himself wondering if everything he had been through had disarranged his teddy and stockings, and if all the oral service he had provided had made a mess of his lipstick. He accepted now that most of those gifts waiting in the other room must be for Burt. But maybe a few of them were for Larry. There might be a sexy garter belt or a seductive, short nightie. If those were the gifts he secretly longed for, and he was beginning to think they were, it might turn out to be a good holiday after all. ********* (Thanks to everyone who left feedback on my recent stories. What a nice gift. And Happy Holidays to all.)