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BULLIED SISSY CUCKOLD by Throne Larry Little had been married to Trish for two years when everything changed. He came home from his dull job one Friday, to find her acting perkier than usual. The hopeful husband told himself her mood might mean she wanted sex. His wife was so good looking, with her trim figure and full bust, sweet face and long blond hair. He really wished they would have relations more than the once-a-week routine they had fallen into. But he was short and slim, with barely any body hair and -- worst of all -- laughably small genitals. He realized now that she had married him because he was reliable and unchallenging. Back in high school he had been smitten with her but she had only dated jocks and bad boys. Late in their senior year she decided she needed to settle down and that was when Larry got to go out with her. As it turned out, her good attitude that afternoon was not because she wanted to hop into bed with him. It was because they were going to have a visitor. When she told him who it was, he almost missed the name. Larry had been distracted because she was wearing a tight, short sleeved top and snug mini-shorts. He had to ask her to repeat what she had said. "What I just told you..." She spoke with exaggerated patience. "... was that Mack Jackson is stopping by this evening." "Maximum Mack?" he blurted out. "Yes. I always loved that nickname. He always did the maximum damage to guys on the opposing teams when he played football." "But he... I mean, the two of us never got along." What Larry had prevented himself from saying was that Mack had bullied him mercilessly. The big guy had pushed him around, stuffed him into his own locker, and swatted him with a wet, rolled up towel in the locker room, among other indignities. Trish folded her arms under her attractive breasts, which were not contained by a bra. She wanted to know, "Is there a problem?" Larry said, "I don't understand why he wants to see me." His wife explained, "He wants to see both of us. And his reason is that he never got you or I to sign his yearbook. Mack just wants us to do it now. Isn't that sweet of him?" Not honestly meaning it, Larry conceded, "Yeah. Sweet." That adjective was the last descriptive he would use for his former bully. "He'll be here at eight. I hope you'll have a better attitude by then." "Sure. It's just that, well, I never expected to see Mack again after he moved away." "Well, he's back now. Living a few miles away. Over in Shelbyville. I need some time to get ready, so I'm sure you can find something for dinner in the fridge." "Okay." He was miserable at the prospect of having Mack in their home. His one consolation was that Trish had never dated the jerk. It wasn't for a lack of trying on Mack's part. But she had been put off by his reputation for getting girls addicted to his raw sexuality, and then dumping them to move on to the next of his many conquests. Two hours later, Larry had satisfied what little appetite he had with a sandwich. Trish was in the bathroom. She turned off the shower. He went into the bedroom and found clothes laid out for him on the bed. Larry recognized the short-sleeve madras plaid shirt and the narrow-leg slacks as items he had worn back in school. Where had Trish found those? And did she really expect him to wear them? He heard her coming and turned around. She entered the room stark naked, drying her hair with a big towel. Those irresistible boobs were jiggling invitingly at him. She lowered the towel and looked directly into his eyes . "Do you like what I picked out for you, sweetie? I thought it would be fun for you to wear some of your old stuff." He decided that would be the wrong moment to dispute her choices. Easier to simply accept them and not think about it. Larry just wanted to get through this evening and put it behind him. Maybe if he was cooperative and everything went smoothly, she would reward him with some extra attention in bed. Or at least more enthusiasm during their weekly coitus. He was aware that he didn't have much to offer, with his unimpressive penis, lack of assertiveness, and especially his quick finishing time. Even so, he earned all the household income and thought he deserved some kind of return for that, in the form of better sex. So all he said was, "No problem. Maybe Mack will recognize my clothes." And perhaps the bully would see Larry looking dorky, with his skinny legs emphasized, and remember what he had done to the smaller guy while he was wearing those things. He might recall the time he had made Larry eat several helpings of awful tasting beets in the lunchroom, or when he had Larry hide in a stall in the girls' room, while Mack hung an Out Of Order sign on the booth's door. In that latter incident, Larry had to crouch on top of the toilet and keep silent while girls came and went, even using the spaces on either side of him. He heard them gabbing and, at one point, almost as if Mack had caused it, talking about himself and what a dweeb he was. By the time Trish left the bedroom, Larry was wildly horny from looking at her. Now he wanted relief more than ever. He reluctantly got into the unwanted clothes and made sure his short blond hair was neatly combed. Back in the bathroom, she began to blow dry her hair. Getting into a pair of slip-on shoes, he went to the den of their suburban home to pass some time while he waited for his wife to finish preparing herself. Larry turned on the TV and watched a rerun of one of his favorite science fiction shows. He was feeling somewhat better after that. It was almost time for Mack to arrive. That was when Trish whisked into the room. Larry could only sit there in the big recliner, his eyes wide and mouth open, when he saw what she had on. Trish was boldly shown off in a clinging sleeveless top (in cream) and super-short, pleated skirt (that was black). Her hair was up in a bun at the back of her head, which allowed attention to focus on her dramatic make-up, with smoky eyelids and dark pink lips. Even her shoes were calculated to draw attention, being a pair of glossy red heels that she had worn once, to Larry's office party, and then put in the back of the closet. Her husband gaped at her. He didn't want Mack to see her like that. The remaining time until the bully's arrival offered nothing but anxiety for Larry. At last there was a loud assertive knock on the front door. Hadn't he seen the doorbell? Larry sighed and went to answer it. Mack was as tall and imposing as he remembered him. The big man smiled down at his former victim and shoved the yearbook at him, almost knocking him off balance. Larry automatically took the volume and stepped aside. Mack told him, "Good to see you again, twerp. Looks like you never got a growth spurt." As he looked past Larry, Trish was coming toward him, putting an extra wiggle in her walk. Her wonderful boobs, unbound by a bra, shifted around slightly under her close fitting top. To her husband's dismay, her nipples had stiffened and poked out against the thin material. She bit her lower lip and fluttered her eyelashes. "Hello, Mack," she said sweetly. "I'm so glad you got in touch with me." He held up a bottle of wine. "Same here, honey. I bought a cold bottle, so how about if we open it before it gets warm." "Of course." To her spouse she said, "Larry, get us two glasses, please." "Um, darling," he told her weakly, "you know that you don't handle alcohol very well." Mack reproved him, "Damn, Larry. It's only wine. Cut your hot wife some slack." "Yeah," she backed up the guest. "Cut me some freaking slack. Stop being a jerk." "You heard her, buddy." Mack sounded satisfied that she had taken his side. "Don't be a jerkoff. Not like that time in the locker room." "What happened in the locker room?" Trish asked with sudden interest. "It wasn't anything," Larry insisted. "How about if you just get those two glasses," Mack said. "And stop telling your wife what she's allowed to hear about." Trish shot a heated look at her now silent husband. Larry's shoulders sagged and he turned away to do as he was told. When he came back with the pair of glasses, the two old classmates were side by side on the sofa. Larry had considered getting a third glass for himself but then decided not to. He didn't want to be corrected again by his bride. Mack was leaning toward her, saying something quietly enough that only she could hear it. Trish gasped and then she laughed out loud. When she turned her attention back to her husband there was scorn in her eyes. It changed to amusement, along with a hint of mischief. As Mack opened the screw-top bottle, Larry silently set the glasses on the low coffee table in front of them. The assertive man poured, making sure Trish's was quite full. They picked them up and clinked them lightly together, their eyes locked. Then Mack took a sip while she enjoyed a generous swallow. The muscles in Larry's neck and upper back tensed. The unhappy husband sat in an easy chair across from them. "So," Trish asked the visitor. "Besides that action in the locker room, what else happened between you and my loverboy?" Mack grinned. "We used to get into little wrestling matches behind the school. I tried out some holds I was learning and tried to get Larry to join the wrestling team like I did. He could have been good for the other guys to practice on... I mean practice with." She wanted to know, "Did he ever win when he was... helping you?" "Sort of," Mack lied. "He's small but fast. And was always trying to squirm out of whatever I had him in." Larry corrected, "I honestly wasn't that good at it. You, uh..." He didn't want to admit this, but also didn't want Mack to control the narrative. "... pinned me down a lot." "I did get lucky sometimes," Mack said, compounding his dishonestly. "But you had a few tricks you used." "Wish I could have seen that," Trish said. She eyed her husband. "I'll bet you would have really impressed me, sweetie." He cringed inwardly. "Well, those days are past." "Hell, no," Mack said jovially. "If Trish wants to see us tussle, let's give her a show. And who knows. Maybe you'll win again." Larry had never won, of course. He had been held painfully, limbs twisted, and made to surrender over and over. He had been sat on, with Mack's superior weight crushing him, and forced to say terrible untrue things about himself and his sexuality. He had even had Mack atop him, with his crotch against Larry's face, while Mack reached back, grabbed the helpless weakling's legs, and bent him nearly double. "Yeah," Trish seconded. "You might come out on top, babe. And earn a reward from me." "But we don't want to mess up our clothes," Mack decided. "So how about if we strip down to our shorts? Come on, Larry. Unless you're afraid." With his wife's critical gaze on him, the outmatched husband didn't want to back down. He accepted the dare and began to remove his shirt. In a strained whisper he agreed, "I'll do it." "I always liked the way you dressed," Mack said. "Where did you get your clothes? Sissies-Are-Us?" "Hey," Larry blurted without thinking. "My mom bought everything I wore." As soon as the words were out he regretted them. Sounding sulky without intending to, he added, "Until I got older." Somehow that didn't help. "Whatever," Mack told him. The tall man got out of his shirt and revealed a broad muscular chest and firm arms. Not sculpted but obviously powerful. His pants followed and his legs were equally impressive. He had an average amount of body hair but its darkness emphasized it. Trish took a deep breath. Larry removed his own shirt and pants. He was pale and slim. His lack of hirsuteness didn't help the image he was projecting. Mack wore loose boxer shorts that gave no clue about what he might be packing between his legs. But the other man had vivid memories of a dense pubic bush and the largest genitals in the locker room. Larry had on close-fitting jockeys that made it obvious how little he had where it counted. "Let's get to it." Mack sounded confident as he rolled his broad shoulders and assumed a wrestler's stance. Larry nervously licked his lips. He tried to imitate that posture but his effort only made Trish chuckle. The two men circled. Larry did it warily, Mack with self-assurance. The experienced fighter feinted, retreated unnecessarily, and then came in fast, catching his opponent in the middle of an awkward step back. Mack grabbed Larry's arm, bent it up behind him, yanked hard and made the smaller man yelp, then quickly released him. It hadn't looked like much but it left Larry with a very sore shoulder. In desperation, Larry lowered his head and rushed in. Mack easily caught him in a headlock and squeezed with all his considerable strength. Again it didn't display a lot of effort, or appear to be overly effective, but it left Larry half choked and badly shaken. When Larry grabbed for Mack, the superior man let him grab his arm. He even allowed him to hold on and appear to get him in a lock. Mack feigned being caught, gave Larry a few added seconds to get his hopes up, and then effortlessly shook him off. Mack said, "I thought you had me there, pal. You nearly turned that into a takedown." What? Larry hadn't seen any opportunity like that. He glanced toward his wife to see how she was reacting. Trish had the glass up to her lips again. Before Larry could switch his focus back to the match, Mack caught his uninjured arm and pulled that one behind him, punishing it the same way he had the other. When he released his hold, Larry staggered away, hurting with every movement. Mack unhurriedly picked up his wine glass and took a drink. When Larry started to move toward him, Mack held up one finger to stop him. He filled Trish's glass while she held it, winked at her, and put the bottle back down. Then he lunged toward her spouse, stopped short of making contact, and scared Larry into retreating up too fast and nearly falling over his own feet. "Take a second to get your balance," Mack said gallantly, with only a trace of condescension. "I'll wait." "Maybe we can just declare it a tie," Larry offered with faint hope. "Nonsense. I still want your good looking wife to see you get your chance to win. That's only fair to her." He resumed his fighter's crouch and moved from one side to the other. "Let's see you go for it." Larry moved forward cautiously. Mack toyed with him, dodging and delivering light face slaps. Trish bent forward and watched intently, an unfamiliar pink flush on her pretty face. She drank more wine. All at once Mack grabbed Larry's wrist, gave him a simple judo toss, and made him land hard on his back. The air was knocked from Larry's lungs. He lay there helplessly as Mack planted a bare foot on his chest and assumed a victorious pose. Then Mack dropped down hard, landing his knee on Larry's breastbone, again leaving him unable to catch his breath. Mack tried out a few different holds, making sure to deliver lots of pain without being obvious about it. In no time he had Larry close to tears. Then he put him in a simple leg lock and kept him there. "Wow," Trish said, beginning to sound drunk. "You guys really went at it. A few times I thought my Larry had you, Mack. But you managed to beat him." "Almost," Mack said. "There's just one more step." Aching all over, Larry could barely move. That worked against him when Mack did a quick release, grabbed is jockey shorts, and yanked them down his unmuscular legs and off. He held them up and waved them, touting himself as, "The Winner!" Instead of defending her spouse, Trish laughed wildly. Larry was humiliated to have his undersized male parts exposed, along with his near absence of pubic hair. He tried to get to his feet but Mack repeatedly knocked him back down. When he was finally allowed to rise, he grabbed for his shorts but Mack pulled them beyond his reach. The game of keep-away went on for a minute but it seemed much longer to the loser. At last Mack tossed the undergarment over Trish's head, so it landed behind the sofa. Larry was incensed. He took a wild swing at Mack. The big man pulled his body back enough that it barely connected, but not enough to make it miss altogether. From Trish's point of view the ineffectual effort looked like a solid hit, as Mack had intended it to appear. He grabbed at his chest and recoiled. Larry froze in surprise. "Whoa," Mack said, putting on an offended tone. "You hit me after the match was over, man. That's not sporting." Larry had been soundly defeated and was hurting everywhere. Now he was being made to look unfair and vindictive. Barely able to bend or stretch, he felt Mack's big hand clamp onto the back of his neck. Larry was ingloriously walked to a wooden chair that the victor pulled away from the wall. Mack sat and pulled his unclothed prey across his lap. "That was just plain bad behavior, boy," Mack said reprovingly. "And bad boys get spanked." Before Larry could react, and with his bride watching avidly, Mack raised his open hand, to bring it down hard on the upturned bare bottom. There was a loud fleshy smack and Larry yowled at the top of his voice. When the seated man looked toward Trish, he saw her grinning devilishly. With that encouragement he kept going, landing blow after blow until Larry was a blubbering wreck and his bottom was bright red. Mack stood and dumped the weeping husband onto the floor, to lay there holding his backside. As if nothing unusual had just happened, Mack went back to the sofa and sat alongside Trish. He picked up his glass and took another drink before filling hers for the third time. She gazed at him worshipfully. "So," he said, "it looks like your crybaby husband isn't going to get that reward you mentioned." "No." There was a thoughtful pause. "So I guess I'll have to give it to you." Mack called out to Larry, "You don't mind if I collect a little something from your Missus, do you? How about it... wimp?" Larry started to say something, but when Mack made a fist -- unseen by Trish -- he fell silent and lowered his wet eyes. She waited and, when he still didn't speak up, drained half her full glass. "You're not much of a man, Larry," she said. "Yeah," Mack agreed. "But sometimes he forgets. Like when he sucker punched me after our match was over. Seems to think the rules of wrestling don't apply to him. Like maybe that's okay because he's not a regular guy. He's more of a pansy. If that's the way he wants it, with special treatment and all, we should do something to remind all of us what he is . Like..." He stopped, to allow her to fill in the blank. She got up decisively and put her hands under her short skirt. Moments later she had removed and was holding a pair of pink thong panties. "These are very stretchy," she announced, "so they'll fit my skinny husband. And the narrow strip in the back won't cover up that colorful job you did on his ass. Best of all, the front will show off how small his package is. Every time he looks down there and sees what a tiny bump he makes, he'll think twice before trying to pass himself off as a real male." "Instead of a sissy," Mack contributed. "Which is what he is." "Like in that story you told me about the locker room." "Yeah. A jerk off sissy. Who had to sniff my jock strap while he played with that chicken finger between his legs. But after he puts on his pretty panties, you and me still have to decide what that reward was going to be. The one Larry Loser isn't getting because he lost and then earned himself a spanking." "For sure. The big reward goes to you." She put her hand on his bare thigh and gave a squeeze. "And seeing you in just your shorts like this gives me ideas about what I should give you. But first I want us to see my husband with his new look." They both turned their attention toward Larry, who was on his hands and knees, sobbing. Trish held the panties toward him and gave them a shake. "Come and get them," she called. When he started to get the rest of the way up she admonished. "If you stand, I'll have Mack swat your fanny some more. Just crawl on over here, worm." He approached without rising. She dropped the panties to him. He had to get onto his back and work them up his nearly hairless legs. What little hair grew on his thighs was downy and blond, so that it remained invisible. He tugged the bit of lingerie all the way up and over his crotch, also getting the rear string into the crack of his butt. Then he got back onto hands and knees. Mack stood and faced Trish. The powerful man told her, "I don't want to be greedy. How about if my reward is just a kiss?" "Just a kiss?" she repeated skeptically. "That's all?" "Sure. I mean, you are a married woman." "At the moment that's barely true." She opened her arms to him. "But let's try it and see what happens." He embraced her and their bodies pressed together. Mack delivered a long soulful kiss that made her weak in the knees. She clung to him and, after recovering from the initial shock of his heated passion, gave as good as she got. That was when she felt him getting an erection. She pressed her pelvis against his. He lowered his hands, got them under her brief skirt, and held onto her bare buns, drawing her more tightly against him. Trish marveled at the size of what she was feeling. As soon as he broke off the kiss and relaxed his hold, she got one hand between their bodies in the area of interest. "Holy crap," she said breathily. "That's a hell of a lot more than Larry is showing in his thong. Although I guess I can't call him Larry when he's looking like that. I should refer to him as Sugar Plum. Or Honey Bun. Or maybe just Cupcake. That's it. He's now sweet sissy Cupcake. But not the kind I'd eat. What I want to eat is..." Instead of finishing the sentence she slowly sank to her knees. Trish gingerly lowered Mack's shorts. His stiff rod sprang out, bumping into her face. She went cross-eyed from staring at it. Then she took it in both hands (it was definitely of two-hand size) and caressed it. Next, as if suddenly remembering what else to do, she opened her mouth and capped the thick bulbous head. Inch by inch she swallowed the entire nine inches. At the same time she massaged his heavy balls. Larry could only stare and whimper. Trish freed the shaft and sneered at her husband. "Your reward is going to be more than just a kiss, Mack. Since Cupcake didn't make a single move to defend his rights to me, he just lost them. Sure, it'll be a lot of work for me to accommodate such a monster of a cock. It's so much more than I ever got from my pansy spouse. But I don't mind. I'll make the extra effort." As if to demonstrate, she again buried his cock in her throat, stroked his thighs, and reached around to fondle his firm ass. Mack put his hands lightly on her blond hair and half-closed his eyes as she continued to fellate him with skill and enthusiasm. Larry curled up into a ball on his side and watched impotently. But Mack wasn't impotent. His tool remained rock hard. After a quarter hour he began to breath through clenched teeth. Trish slowed down, varied her techniques, and murmured words of love to his rampant rod. He applied slightly more pressure with his fingers, letting her know he was ready to have is trigger pulled. She happily complied and he was soon grunting rhythmically. All at once his body went stiff and he growled. She eased back until only the head was past her lips as he blasted his load. It was obvious that she was trying to accommodate the large amount of spunk he was producing. Not until he was completely done and had enjoyed and extra minute of her tongue working on him did she back away. Her cheeks were bulging from his discharge and her own saliva. She got partway up, rushed over to Larry in a bent over posture, and knelt alongside him. Trish got her fingers on the sides of his face and squeezed. His mouth popped open. He goggled at her as she brought her face closer and locked lips with him. Suddenly she was pushing the output of Mack's balls into Larry's mouth. He gagged and groaned but, as more of it ran over his tongue, made himself swallow some. He began crying again and his nose started to run. His bride didn't cease her efforts until she had cleaned every bit she could from her mouth. Finally, she gathered fresh spit and launched it between his lips. He surrendered fully and gulped down that too. Mack sat on the sofa and at last finished his wine. When Trish wanted more he stopped her with a gently restraining hand. "You're okay, babe," he said. "I think you hit your limit on the happy-juice. Now sit next to me and cuddle." "I'm sorry we didn't get to have real sex," she said in a small voice. "Me too," he agreed. "And I won't be ready to go again for at least about a half hour." Her eyes brightened. "For real? Jeez. I'm not used to that, either. I mean, Mr. Two Minutes and Done over there is only good for once a night. That's another reason I cut him down to just Friday nights." "You won't have that problem anymore. I guarantee. That is, so long as I'm the only man in this house." "What? You mean I should throw Cupcake out?" "No, no, no. Just dress the fruit up pretty whenever he's here. We don't want him imagining he'll ever be allowed to have his tiny dick inside your snatch again." "Oh. I get it. If I keep him looking like a princess, we'll have to treat him like one." "Right. Not like a gay guy who has fashion sense. I mean, hey, I buy my sport coats and slacks from a place where the whole staff is light in the loafers. They're cool. But your Miss Cupcake needs to look like he's sending out signals to the world that he's as queer as a three dollar bill. Loves to play dress-up. Would rather wear panties than boxers or briefs." "Understood. And I'll have fun doing it. Want to see him in full sissy mode? Before we break in the bed?" "That'd be good. It might make it easier for him when he watches us do it for the first time, where he's already done it for his last time." With a new sense of authority, Trish snapped her fingers and gestured for Larry to get to his feet. She walked toward their room and he followed wordlessly. When they got there she began sorting through some of her lingerie and sleepwear. In a strained whisper he asked, "You're not really going through with this, are you? I mean, what the two of you just said about me?" "Damn straight I am. Well, maybe straight's not the word if it involves you." "But I'm not gay." "Maybe not. But you might as well be around me. No humping for you, though I did just get an idea about how to deal with your sexual needs." She cackled. "A terrific idea." Trish laid out a filmy baby doll nightie and a new pair of elastic-top stockings on the bed. She made him sit on the edge of the mattress and directed him to roll the stockings and work them up over his legs. Then she had him get on his feet and drop the nightie over his head. When she smoothed it down for him she made sure to run her fingertips over his nipples. His little dick tingled and got slightly fuller. She laughed cruelly at its limited size. Then she went through her cosmetics and selected several items. "Mack doesn't want you passing for a girl or anything. He says you should be more like a pretty sissy on the make. So..." She went to work, applying some blush to his cheeks, putting blue shade on his eyelids, using mascara to thicken his lashes, and ending with a pale red lipstick. He could smell Mack's spunk on her breath. Trish stepped back and gave him a critical once-over. Satisfied, she told him to check the mirror on her dresser. When he did it, he gasped. Staring back at him was the image of a cute gay boy who was advertising his charms. He sniffled and gave her a pleading look. "No sympathy for you, Cupcake," she said coolly. "When your old bully reappeared, you collapsed like a house of cards in a sudden breeze. You should be grateful I'm giving you this makeover. It'll keep Mack happy and save you from a nasty beatdown." She fussed with his hair for a minute, put some holding product in it, and gave it a final combing that left it looking fuller and higher. Then she turned him around and slapped him hard on his still sore butt. He yipped and went back in the direction from which they'd come. She stopped in the bathroom to thoroughly brush her teeth and use mouthwash. He wanted to do the same but she shook her head. They continued back to the living room. When Mack saw him he howled with laughter. "That's what I'm talking about. Good looking, there, Cupcake. Trish better watch out you don't steal me away from her. I know you want my big sewer rat in our tight little mousehole." A chill ran through Larry. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Just the thought of being violated that way, or even having to do for Mack what Trish had done, on her knees, made him quiver with nervous fear. The domineering man snapped to his feet and put an arm around Trish's waist. He walked her toward the bedroom and Larry trailed along after them wordlessly. Mack intentionally raised the back of Trish's abbreviated skirt and pawed her bottom with her husband watching. Once they were in the bedroom, Mack gently undressed her. A minute later they had made Larry turn back the covers to the foot of the bed and fluff both pillows. Then the two of them lay down side by side. While Larry stood out of the way and watched in numb disbelief, they shared extended foreplay and then Mack got on top of Trish. His amazing cock was soon inside her and she was moaning and then squealing with delight. He gave her a power pumping that lasted nearly an hour, set off three female orgasms, had her sweating and sounding like she was speaking in tongues. At last he put her across the finish line one more time and simultaneously allowed himself to ejaculate. That left her lying there in stuporous post-coital ecstasy. Larry could only stand where he was, in his mortifyingly feminine attire, his face and hair done up, with his lips quivering, once more on the verge of tears. "All right, Cupcake," Mack said from his place of conquest on the bed. "Get up between your wife's sexy legs so you can have your turn." He dismounted and stretched out beside her. "You mean sex?" "Sure." But when Larry tried to assume the missionary position, Mack reached out with his long arm to slap him in the face. "Not like that, you dumb bunny. Not screwing. Oral sex. Help her recover. Mouth to pussy resuscitation." "B... but, she's so messy down there." "Which is why she needs a cleaning from her loving sissy husband. Now get going." Larry got where he was supposed to be. Confronting him was his wife's girly parts, their lips darkened by so much activity, oozing cream. His throat tried to close up. He could smell the distinctive scent of semen. Then he stuck out his tongue and got his first salty taste. He had to stop for a few seconds but forced himself to continue. Licking it up and making himself ingest it. This was so much worse that what he had been forced to gulp down before. He was sickened but didn't stop. His wife purred at the bonus stimulation she was receiving. Trish even had a mild orgasm, despite how much Mack had already done to her. "Thanks, Cupcake," the thoroughly satisfied wife sighed. "I'll make sure to have you do that every time after my new lover has properly pounded me. You soothed my overworked pussy, got rid of all that sticky stuff, and tickled my fancy at the same time." She chortled. "And I'm sure a sissy like you loves tasting a man's spunk." Nauseated by what he had been made to do, Larry just wanted to go elsewhere and try not to think of what was happening. But he wasn't that fortunate. Mack had left the yearbook in the living room and sent him to fetch it. When he bought it back his wife was ready to sign. On her picture she wrote, TO MACK, THE ONLY MAN IN MY LIFE, and signed it YOUR LOVER, TRISH, dotting the letter 'I' with a little heart. She made Larry write on his picture, THANKS FOR EVERYTHING and sign it LARRY THE LOSER, aka CUPCAKE. The couple in bed had a few good laughs over that. Then they sent Larry away to scrub the bathroom top to bottom, still in his shameful outfit. Before her husband left the bedroom, making sure he heard her, Trish said to Mack, "And I want you to stop by anytime you feel like a drink and a chat. Or screwing my brains out again." He told her, "Count on it, babe." The cuckold shuffled off despondently. He would have felt a little better if he could have put on some male clothes but he knew that wasn't an option. Instead he had to perform his menial chore just the way he was. Two hours later he was almost done. That was when Mack came to the bathroom, took a leak, and made sure he created a mess on the toilet and floor, even hitting the wall. With a sneer he told Larry, "I am so sorry about that, Cupcake. Just be glad I'm letting use a sponge to do the job... instead of your sissy tongue." ********* Mack appeared every few nights. When he wasn't there it put Trish into a bitchy mood and she took out her anger on Larry. She scolded him for little or no reason, pinched his nipples, and frequently smacked his bottom with whatever was handy, including a ruler, wooden kitchen spoon, and a long metal shoehorn. All of that was made worse by the fact that he had to look like a sissy all the time at home. Sometimes she dressed him in just a belly shirt and colorful leggings. Or it might be a form-fitting top and panties with no crotch. One outfit she was especially proud of was a bowtie on an elastic neck band, an X made out of black electrical tape over each of his nipples, and fishnet pantyhose. In that last one he resembled a bizarre sissy stripper. Trish also didn't forget the idea she had come up with about her husband's new sex life. She found it wildly funny to make him play with his tiny dick while she, alone or with her lover, watched. Larry also had to toy with his nipples and use a vibrator between his bottom cheeks while he masturbated. One evening Mack showed up with a cucumber that the husband had to first fellate and then insert half of up his own fundament, all the while masturbating and pretending to love everything he was doing. The cuckold was terribly ashamed to be seen not only jerking off, but performing all those other acts along at the same time. Worst of all, he was rarely allowed to ejaculate, so his little balls were terribly sore during that prolonged scene. The times when he was permitted to finish, it was inevitably in some humiliating way. He might have to spurt into a handful of tissues, trash can, or the toilet bowl. His wife had him cream all over the inside of the crotch of a pair of panties and then sleep in them. Her lover made him come all over a small bowl of steamed rice and then eat it with chopsticks, so the unappetizing snack took as long as possible. Mack continued to hint that he might demand BJs from Larry. Or else bend him over and plow him from behind. It was obvious to both the Bull and Cuckoldress how much those possibilities horrified Larry. What they didn't tell their victim was that Mack had no special interest in using him that way. Even so, on Larry and Trish's wedding anniversary, they had a surprise planned that would make the husband's deepest fears a reality. The two of them appeared, wearing only short belted robes. They made the husband get naked. First they had Larry use a hair removing product to eliminate what little downy growth he had on his body. His pubes looked more immature than ever once they were bare. He had to parade around, all pink and smooth, while Mack pretended to try to grab him, always missing by inches. Then Larry had to put on a pink, formfitting, girl's top with spaghetti straps. Two holes had been cut in the chest to let his nipples show through. That was followed by a pair of panties with a heart-shaped cut-out in the seat, centered over his virginity. His hair was done up with gel into a mass of curlicues. His wife decorated his face with long, drawn on eyelashes, bright pink circles on his cheeks, and lip liner to create an exaggerated cupid's bow mouth that was colored in bright carmine. Looking at the purple-red hue, and how it was applied, Mack declared, "That's a real cocksucker mouth, Cupcake." Trish agreed, "Sure is. Maybe we can put it to use tonight." "And those panties", the bully went on. "They're an open invitation to visit your backyard." Larry went cold inside when he heard those remarks. Was Mack finally going to use him like that? The thought of the big man's massive tool invading him, filling his mouth and invading his throat, then violating him in the most demeaning and ego crushing way possible, made his knees weak with fear. He was in a state of nervous anxiety as the couple sat on the sofa and watched television while he had to stand by in case they needed anything. The pair began to kiss. Trish folded back Mack's robe so she could fondle his cock. She looked at her spouse and then at her lover's rampant weapon, back and forth several times, until Larry was focused on it. He swallowed drily, imagining that the moment of his final unmanning had arrived. That was when there was a knock on the door. Larry nearly jumped. Trish draped Mack's robe over his organ, which cooperatively relaxed. "Somebody's at the door, Cupcake," she told her husband. "You had better go see who it is." "Looking like this?" he asked desperately. "That's how you always look around the house, darling. Nowadays it's who you are. Isn't it?" "I... guess it is," he whispered. "So don't be ashamed of who you are. Be a proud Nancy boy." "Yeah, faggot," Mack told him firmly. "Go... answer... the... freaking... door." Feeling faint, Larry did as he was told. He didn't dare oppose the man who had taken away his wife. When he got to the door, Larry took a deep breath before he opened it. Confronting him were two tall men, strong looking but also carrying some beer weight around their middles. They had stubbled jaws and wore T-shirts and jeans, with heavy work shoes on their big feet. One had a shaved head and a patch of black hair under his lower lip. The other sported short red hair and long, closely trimmed sideburns. Both had visible tattoos. "Come on in, guys," Mack called. "Welcome to my home," Trish said merrily. "How do you like my sissy husband? He's called Cupcake." Larry had closed the door and was standing numbly inside it. There was nowhere to hide as the two men lasciviously eyed him up and down, obviously appreciating his appearance. They introduced themselves as Mack's buddies, Doug and Troy. Trish snapped at Larry to get them some beers from the fridge. He was relieved to escape the room but knew he would be back all too soon. When he returned with the bottles, the new arrivals were sitting on two easy chairs across from the sofa. He went to Doug, who gripped his bottle but didn't take it, so that Larry couldn't leave. The shaven-headed man reached up to run a blunt fingertip across Larry's nipples one at a time. Only after he had made the husband shudder and -- to Larry's dismay -- caused his tiny penis to twitch, did he allow him to move. When Larry reached red-headed Troy the same delaying tactic was used, but this time it was so the seated man could reach around, insert several calloused fingers through the opening in the rear of those awful panties, and diddle him between his soft cheeks. Larry flinched and whimpered but stayed put. A drop of clear fluid appeared on the front of his panties for everyone to see, along with the now erect state of his member. "Looks like the sissy wants what we came to give him," Troy decided. "I know the type," Doug said. "Can't wait to get busy with a couple to hard rods." Larry turned frantically to his bride. This couldn't be happening. He understood that it wasn't Mack who was going to use him like a slutty panty-boy. It would be these two brutish louts. They twisted the caps off their beers. Troy took a swig and sighed loudly. Doug enjoyed a long swallow, then belched theatrically. Larry backed away as they undressed him with their penetrating gazes. He pressed his thighs together in an attempt at modesty, impossible as that was to achieve after the way his wife had made him appear. He sniffled and wrapped his arms around himself. He was caught in a nightmare with no way to wake up. "Don't act so shy and afraid," Troy told him. "We won't do anything that you haven't been secretly wanting all along." "Yeah," Doug said reassuringly. "Mack told us how you love to slurp up his cream from your wife's snatch. Now you'll be able to get it the more direct way." "That's the truth." Troy nodded. "Front and back." "Down your gullet." "And up the poop chute." Larry moaned and said mournfully, "Nooooo. I'm not gay." "You will be." "And once you are, you can't switch back to being un-gay." "Once a sissy, always a sissy." "The way we do it, you'll never forget your first time." "Never stop wanting more." "Be all hooked on cock." On the verge of swooning, Larry had to go and lean on the side of Troy's chair for support. The seated man stroked the nearest smooth hairless thigh and observed, "See? You already came back for more. The only question now is which one of us chokes you and which one pokes you." He chuckled at the way he'd said that and the other three all laughed. Larry could only sob. Troy rubbed the gusset of his panties and made sure his involuntary erection didn't go away. Everyone could see how it pushed out against the satiny lingerie, as if to prove that the husband honestly did desire what was planned for him. Then the two guys got up, held Larry between them, and got busy with their hands. They touched him all over, visiting his most sensitive spots. Their thick fingers expertly triggered endless erotic responses. He couldn't believe how aroused they were getting him. It didn't help Larry that his nipples and the center of his butt were accessible. But they also touched his ears, neck, underarms, tummy, and inner thighs. He writhed helplessly between them, gasping and trying to suppress his excitement. The pair kept him at a fever pitch of overheated need until he was dizzy. Unexpectedly the both stepped away and left him standing there, his face flushed, hands fluttering, jaws slack. "I think this little hottie is ready," offered Troy. "Bed-ready for sure," agreed Doug. They gently but firmly took hold of his slender upper arms, turned him, and started forward. Larry had no choice but to go with them. Trish told them, "Guest bedroom is at the end of the hall on the right." Troy wanted to know, "You two want to come along and see the show?" "Nah," Mack said. "But we'll make him give us a full account later." "Yeah," said Doug. "A blow by blow account." He snickered. Trish explained, "It will be so humiliating for him to have to tell us everything in detail." "Right," Mack said with a grin. "And he'll be telling that story over and over. Cupcake will NEVER live it down." "Never." Trish gave Mack a kiss. "We won't let him. Especially the part about how he got one of his baby boners and it wouldn't go away." There was more laughter as Larry was walked to the far bedroom and through the door. He was quaking and blinking back tears. The men made him undress them. Larry was so near that he couldn't avoid inhaling their male musk. As he lowered their boxer shorts he was dismayed to see that both had king size cocks. They lifted him and deposited him on the bed, on his hands and knees, then got onto the mattress themselves. Troy knelt in front of him and Doug did the same behind. When Troy took hold of Larry's ears he said, "Let's go, sissy boy. Show me how much you want my cock. Give it a few kisses and talk pretty to it." Larry shuddered and then craned his neck so his lips could touch that impressive piece of man meat. He kissed it lightly. "You're gorgeous," he told the dangling tool. "I want you so badly," he lied. Then he started low to lick the head and slide his tongue up the full length to the root. "I have to..." He gagged slightly. "... to get my lips around you." Troy's member was engorging and, as it rose to full life, Larry took the fat head into his revulsed mouth. He sucked and ran the flat of his tongue over the sensitive underside of the knob. Then he made himself take in several more inches, until he reached his limit. Not sure what to do next, he moved his head back and forth. When Troy sighed, Larry knew he was doing it right. Doug pushed Larry's knees together. He rubbed his cock against Larry's soft ass until the thick shaft grew rigid. When Larry was expecting to feel the head pressing against his most vulnerable spot, instead Doug inserted himself between Larry's unmuscular thighs. As the potential backdoor invader began to pump himself in that snug warm space, Larry dared to risk being relieved, if only slightly. For about ten minutes it went on like that, simultaneous with roving hands making the husband twitch and squirm. Then the two big men switched places. Troy's rod, wet from Larry's mouth, now slid between his thighs. Doug's tool, eager for more personalized attention than it had been getting, bumped against his lips, which popped open without further urging. The cuckold found himself sucking it, taking it out to kiss and lap, using his hands on the full length, and even lowering his head so he could lick Doug's bulging scrotum. Even though he was disgusted with himself, Larry found he was wagging his bottom to increase the pleasure transmitted to the rear cock fitted between his warm thighs. He took his mouth off the demanding forward cock and nuzzled his cheek against it. What was he doing? Why was he improvising to add to their happiness with him? Why not just do the minimum to get this ordeal over with? He told himself that he only wanted to keep them satisfied so they wouldn't get rough with him. Or maybe it was just that he was too broken to act like his true self. There might be other explanations but he didn't want to consider those. If he did, what remained of his self image as a man could be destroyed, perhaps never to be rebuilt. Larry's thoughts were interrupted when he heard Troy spit and then felt him rub something wet on his nether tightness. On no! Troy was lubricating him with spit. Poor Larry was so feminized and out of touch with the remnants of his damaged masculinity. He took Doug deeper into his throat, surprised as he spontaneously overcame his gag reflex. Seconds later Troy was pushing his generous girth through narrowness that could barely accept it. His mouth stuffed full of cock, Larry could only moan piteously. "Sounds like you're having your sissy dreams come true," Troy said, his voice tight from the effort he was making. "Or at least two of those dreams," Doug considered. "The one where you get your throat reamed. And the other when you get your sissy cherry popped by a super size sausage. Ain't that the way it is?" With his lips stretched wide, tongue pinned to the floor of his mouth, and throat blocked, Larry still head himself making muffled sounds of assent. Troy eased a few more inches inside. He was soon buried up to his large balls. After a pause to savor the moment, he began to piston in and out. To Larry it registered as a mix of pleasure and pain. He sucked harder on the head of Doug's veiny cock, then swallowed until the balls were against his chin. This wasn't real. Larry wasn't letting himself be turned into a sissy sex fiend. A Nancy nympho. A promiscuous pansy. Unspoken signals from the two men, deeper breathing and slight changes in body language, altered Larry that the pair using him were nearing the point of no turning back. There were two loads of hot cream about to be spurted into his accommodating body. After that he would feel utterly polluted and never be able to deny what had happened this evening. Despite that, he brought one hand up to gently massage Doug's balls, while clenching and relaxing his deflowered ring, all in an effort to produce the same thing he was dreading. The two men grunted and let themselves finish only seconds apart. Larry gulped down spunk. His cock-squeezing circle spasmed, milking the anal invader. The border had been crossed and now Larry was Cupcake, existing in fairy land. He groaned but didn't stop coaxing the cream out of those dominating men. Slowly their members grew flaccid. Larry sucked and wriggled as if trying to revive them. At last he made himself slow down and stop. His body slumped. That was when he got the worst surprise of all. There was warm wetness filling the front of his panties. He had ejaculated while being double-donged. All that added effort on his part as the others crossed the finish line had been because he was joining them in a three-way tie, having his own ecstatic orgasm as he gave them theirs. Troy slapped him hard on the side of his ass, making Larry yelp. As he withdrew he said, "There's no way you can ever say you weren't into that." "Same at this end," Doug confirmed. "It was like the sissy was trying to turn me inside out with his mouth." He pulled free his well serviced business. "I can't wait for the next time we get invited over to give her what she wants so much. Maybe you and me can switch places, Troy." The men left him alone on the bed. He lay there on his side, trying to sort out his confused thoughts. As the guys got washed up Larry heard Mack talking to them. The idea that they would reveal that shameful information, that Larry had spurted into his panties while being spit- roasted, was devastating. And then Mack would tell Trish. And Larry - - or rather Cupcake -- would have to relate the entire disgraceful episode in humiliating detail. For the sissy cuckold life would never be the same. He would be feminized, bullied mercilessly, and subjected to every psychological abuse (plus plenty of physical ones) that his spouse and her capable lover could conceive. Larry sniffled and bit his lips. How much further would they take him into his new life? ********* (I'd like to recommend a Fiction Mania story that I read and enjoyed, CUCKED AND SISSIFIE, by Cherry. It includes some of my favorite themes, similar to ones in this story. I'm sure the author would like you to leave her a review.)