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It was bad enough when my wife Penny cut me off from sex, citing my small
penis and lack of staying power. It was worse when she insisted that,
because I was no good at intercourse, I had to provide her with oral sex
on demand. She didn't even return the favor, instead limiting me to an
occasional hand job. Matters escalated after she searched online and
located someone who we both knew from high school. He was Rock Rampart,
the big jerk who had bullied me back when all three of us were students.
I could barely stand it when she started going out with him after they
reconnected, saying it was 'just to talk about old times' and because I
was 'so boring'. My great fear was that he would bed her. After all, he
had dated her more than once, back then. But I got to go to the prom
with Penny and it was me she wed. I was more stable and had a decent
income, so I won out. But as soon as she got in touch with him, I
dreaded where it was very likely leading. The biggest setback of all
came when, at her invitation, he moved in with us.
I'll never forget his first appearance. Rock was tall and muscular. He
had grown a big mustache. A year before he had opened a gym for muscle-
heads like himself, and it was thriving. Standing right there in our
living room, he put his arm around my wife's shoulders and pulled her up
against him. Penny is short like me. She has a cute face and a curvy
body that she dresses to show off. Her strawberry blond hair falls to
her shoulders.
"Real nice of you to share Penny with me," he said, with his familiar
sneer. "But then, you weren't using her anyway."
She laughed at that and turned her face up, eyes closed and lips parted.
He bent down to give her a long probing kiss. I got sick to my stomach.
Penny said, "Yeah, Kurt is a dud in the sack. It's so much better since
I've been hitting the sheets with you, Rock. Now that you'll be living
here, we can get it on anytime we want."
"There's going to be a lot of that," he assured her. "But we've got to
make a change with Kurt the Squirt." He had given me that nickname back
in school. "There can't be two men in this house, so he'll have to be
what I always figured he was... a wimp sissy."
My wife's eyes got wide. "Wow. What a fantastic idea. How do we
start?"
"First he gets naked. I haven't seen that puppy dick of his since we
were in the locker room together. Then he can use that laser razor I got
you, to get rid of every hair on his soft body. After that, he's going
out to buy himself some panties. I figure yours are too big for the
twerp, with your wide hips and big sexy ass." He grabbed her bottom and
gave a squeeze, which made Penny squeal with delight. To me he said,
"You heard the plan, Junior. Strip. Now."
My head spun as I unbuttoned my shirt and removed it. Then I slipped off
my loafers and removed my socks. With mounting unease, I undid my pants
and stepped out of them. That left me in only my jockey shorts. Penny
had bought them for me and they were pale yellow. Their tight fit made
it plain that I didn't have much between my legs. Rock scowled at me and
that was all the warning I needed, to tell me to finish undressing at
once. As I got out of my last piece of clothing, he laughed out loud.
"Damn, short stuff. Your dingle sure don't dangle. I think maybe it's
gotten even smaller. And you never grew more cornsilk down there than
what you had before."
My wife accompanied me to the bathroom and gave me her hair removal tool.
She even turned it on for me, and ran it down the middle of my pubic
area, removing most of the scant hair above my genitals.
"Make sure you get rid of all the peach fuzz under your arms, and that
little bit on your chest and legs. I want to see you bare as a baby's
bottom, all over."
"Yes, dear," I said nervously.
It didn't take me long to do the job. Afterwards I checked myself with a
hand mirror and saw how unmanly the results were. The loss of hair down
below made my male parts appear even more immature than usual. I sighed
and went to show my tormentors. They were on the sofa, pawing each other
and sharing open-mouthed kisses. I had to turn slowly so they could get
a good view of my shameful state. That set off fits of laughter. Penny
told me to go to a bargain store, one where she would never shop for
herself, and get a half dozen pairs of panties, in a variety of colors.
"Make sure there's some lace and maybe little bows. I don't want to see
any baggy cotton ones. Go for bikini-cut. Some with thongs in the back
would be right for you, with your squishy tush. Now put your clothes
back on and get moving."
"While you're out," Rock added, "you can stop at Star Liquors. I'll
phone in an order. This place needs to be stocked up, for our drinking
needs. All the sex your wife and me will be having is going to be
thirsty work."
I cringed before his words and all they implied. It was a relief to get
out of there, though my two stops were not welcome. I went to the low-
end store and found panties. To be safe, I got them small. Then I went
to the liquor store on the way back, where Rock had called in an
expensive order. I staggered out, struggling with the weight of a box
full of booze, and managed to get it into the trunk of my car.
When I got home, the hot-to-trot pair were stretched out on the bed,
still in their underwear. Penny had on a bra that barely prevented her
big boobs from popping free. She grinned at me and pushed her breasts
together, making their risk of escaping even higher.
"Well," she said, "let's see you in your new undies, Kurt."
"Yeah," seconded Rock. "I always figured you were meant to wear those."
For the second time, I had to get naked in front of them. Then they made
me hold up each pair of panties so they could pick the one they wanted to
see me in. It was a pair with only a small triangle of thin material in
the front, and what they call 'butt-floss' in the back. Once I had them
on and the fresh gales of laughter died down, my wife made me swish
around. Rock had me get into a variety of suggestive poses. It didn't
help that what covered my penis was see-through. There were plenty of
disparaging comments about my size.
Rock said, "No wonder you don't let him put that little thing in you. It
would be a waste of time."
"Yeah," she agreed. "I could do better with one or two of my fingers."
Then the big brute got up. Like a lot of weightlifters, he had no body
hair. The effect on him was quite different than on me. He pinched my
ear and gave it a half twist. Then he walked me to the chair in the
corner. Seating himself, he dragged me across his muscular thighs. When
Rock yanked down my panties to bare my sitter, I knew what was coming.
He told me, "I don't want any backtalk from you, loser. Not even any
dirty looks. Just to make that clear, and so you won't forget, I'm going
to spank you like the wimp you are."
Before I could react, he was swatting my rump over and over with his
broad hand, powered by his well-developed arm. I kicked my feet and
couldn't keep from wailing. Rock did not relent. If anything, he
smacked my jiggling cheeks even harder. That continued until there were
tears streaming down my face. My nose was running. I couldn't catch my
breath. He roughly stood me up, with a double-vise grip on my slender
upper arms. His blunt fingers dug into my undeveloped biceps. Rock got
me in front of Penny.
He told me, "Now let your hot wife know that you don't mind me pumping
her, long and hard. In fact, you can thank me for doing what you're not
able to."
"Right," Penny said. "Like giving me orgasms."
Rock insisted, "Tell her."
My voice shook as I told her, "Penny, I want you to have sex with Rock.
Please enjoy yourselves. And..." This was really difficult. "... I'm
sorry that I have such a tiny penis and can't satisfy you." Not wanting
to leave anything out, and perhaps get into trouble, I finished with,
"But I'm always available to..." I hated to sound crude but thought it
was better than being clinical. "... available to eat your pussy." At
the last moment I remembered to include, "And thank you, Rock, for giving
my wife what I'm not able to provide."
She held her hands close together and clapped. "Not bad, Kent. Though,
instead of 'have sex', you could have said 'get properly laid'."
"Yeah," he contributed. "And don't ever call that dingle of yours a
penis. And definitely not a cock. At best, it's a dick."
Penny wanted to know, "You got all that, Kurt?"
"Yes, dearest."
Rock decided, "If he's not a man, he shouldn't have a man's name.
Instead of Kurt, how about...?"
My wife happily suggested, "Kitty. That's girly enough for him."
Her lover said, "You like that, Kitty?"
There I was, with those shameful panties around my thighs, my ass burning
like it was on fire. I nodded agreement at the man who had just spanked
me.
Penny declared, "Kitty it is." She turned to him. "Seeing you spank
that weakling got me so wet, baby. How about some of that humping he
wants you to give me."
"Sure," he told her confidently. "Let's make sure Kitty knows her place
while she watches us." He ordered me, "Get one hand on your puny pecker.
Actually, just a thumb and one finger will be enough. And use the other
hand to play with your nipples. Penny won't be giving you those hand-
jobs out of pity anymore. You'll have to do that for yourself, starting
now."
My bride made the pronouncement, "But you're not allowed to finish unless
one of us says you can." She chuckled. "Keeping you horny makes you do
a better job on my snatch, with your tongue. Turns you into an eager-
eater."
Rock commanded, "Start stroking, Kitty."
"And play with your nips, you mini-dick wuss," Penny urged.
As soon as I began that, my penis stirred. Oh no. I was getting an
erection.
"Whoa," Rock exclaimed. "He sure gets off on tugging his tiny tickler."
"Fine. So long as the pipsqueak doesn't make it squirt."
"It doesn't get much bigger when he plays with it."
"Nope. He's not a shower OR a grower." She asked me, "Are you, Kitty?"
"No, P... Penny," I whispered, mortified.
She declared, "I like that soft voice. Keep talking that way."
"Y... yes, Penny."
With that, Rock got close enough for her to lower his boxers. He turned
back toward me. The man's cock was ginormous, long and girthy, with a
fat knob. He turned sideways and Penny reached out to give it a few
strokes. I watched in amazement as inches were added. Then she got out
of her bra, letting those heavy knockers free. She wriggled out of her
panties and lay there, legs wide apart, licking her lips. Rock got on
top and eased into her, accompanied by my wife's moans and mutters. She
fingered his bushy mustache.
"You're incredible," she praised. "I've got the best of both worlds.
Your monster cock and Kitty's talented tongue."
"You know it. After I bust my nut, the jerk-off can lap up the big mess
of spunk I leave inside you."
"That's perfect. Let's make him do that every time, after you slam me.
Then he won't even be able to dream that he's a man, not ever again."
"Oh yeah." He began to shove in and pull out, setting a steady rhythm.
I stood there like a fool, masturbating to the sight of my wife being
properly taken care of by a superior man. It was so erotic that I was
even appreciating it at some level. Half of my mind was in a panic,
wanting to shut out what I was witnessing. The other half wanted it to
go on and on.
When they were at last done, about forty minutes later, Rock told her,
"Us being mean to Kitty over there really makes the sex better."
"Absolutely," she agreed. "So, we'll have to think up all sorts of ways
to dress her."
"And a crap-load of nasty stuff to make her do."
In the weeks that followed, they more than lived up to those decisions.
Penny ordered some lingerie for me online. She also took me to a couple
thrift shops, to get me some appropriate outerwear. Soon I was spending
lots of time in short filmy negligees, a variety of stockings, and elbow-
length gloves made of fishnet material. I had to modify my body language
to go along with my feminized speech and fashions. In the thrift shops
she found sleeveless tops and skintight leggings. There were two gaudy
vests, some junk jewelry, and a pair of ugly sandals with thick cork
soles. All that was just from the initial visits. There would be many
more additions, as she built my humiliating wardrobe. Each time we went,
she made sure to hold items up against my body, to signal to the staff
and other shoppers that her selections were to be worn by me.
Rock thought it was especially funny for me to be dressed in either
underthings or cheap outfits. He delighted in groping my bottom,
pinching the sides of my face to redden my cheeks, pulling my lengthening
hair, or doing whatever else his cruel imagination dictated, to make me
miserable. He was even more of a bully than in the past. If he wanted
to get Penny especially aroused, all he had to do was make me kiss his
shoes or bare feet. When he had me press my lips to the front of his
jeans, it raised her sexual temperature until she was feverish, and the
only cure was jumping into bed with him, or getting it on wherever they
were in the house at that moment.
Rock even came up with one outfit for me, all by himself. He was in a
sporting goods store to check out something for his gym, when he saw
bright orange leg warmers. Buying them, he had me wear those along with
a mustard-colored belly shirt. The combination left me uncovered from
the bottom of my ribs to the tops of my thighs. After regular use of the
laser shaver, the missing hair had stopped growing back. I had to put on
the sandals with the thick soles, which made me walk slowly and forced a
lighter stride, where I picked up and glided forward each foot
purposefully. Penny accessorized me with plastic bracelets and an
especially tacky plastic pendant, in the form of a poorly made sunflower.
She put my hair into two short ponytails, at the sides of my head. Until
then I hadn't worn any cosmetics, but she determined that my new look
required a thick coat of glossy yellow lipstick. I didn't even know they
made it in that color.
Both of them were so amused by my appearance that they kept me that way
from early Saturday morning until first thing on Monday, when I had to
get ready for my office job. It was so unsettling to be dressed but with
my essentials and bottom exposed. I got my fanny swatted frequently by
both of them. They made me give one of my masturbation demonstrations.
For a change they let me finish, but with the restriction that, as soon
as I felt my ejaculation about to happen, I had to cease touching myself.
That reduced the results to an unsatisfying dribble of semen, which I was
required to catch in my hand and lick off my palm.
Rock even came up with a particularly fiendish way of mistreating me,
adding to my shame, and both amusing and stimulating Penny. It involved
a special costume for me and a wicker basket with a lid. He smuggled the
basket into the bedroom without letting her see it. I had to put on what
he'd bought for me to wear, and then crouch down in the basket so he
could put the lid on. Rock warned me to be very quiet. I had trouble
breathing because I was crammed into such a small space, with my arms
wrapped around my bent-up legs, back curved unnaturally, and head between
my knees. After I'd been in there about five minutes, smelling the
container's distinctive odor, I heard him returning to the room with
Penny.
"What?" she said. "Where's this big surprise? Is it in that basket over
there?"
"First we do the horizontal bop," he informed her. "Then you get to see
what I thought up for you."
"Okay." She sounded like an excited schoolgirl. "Does that bell on the
nightstand have anything to do with it?"
"Maybe yes, and maybe no," he said teasingly.
"How about if I suck your king-size cock? Then will you tell me?"
"Right now, I want your twat to suck my chode."
She giggled. There were the sounds of them undressing each other,
accompanied by wet kisses. He did something that made her yelp and then
laugh. Soon I heard them enjoying foreplay, and then a half hour of the
main event, which included several climaxes for her, and the two of them
finishing together at the end. I could easily picture her, stretched out
on the top sheet, catching her breath after their exertions.
Finally, she said, "That was incredible. Now I want my surprise."
He said, "Just ring the bell, babe."
I heard the tinkling of the handbell, which was my prearranged signal.
First, I started performing a wordless melody. It's the one called The
Arabian Riff, or sometimes The Streets of Cairo. But mostly, people just
think of it as the snake charmer music. You know that one, sometimes
with the lyrics, "All the girls in France, do the hoochie-coochie dance."
Anyway, I slowly rose, my cramped muscles protesting, the lid of the
basket balanced atop my head. I had on a harem girl outfit, complete
with black eye make-up and hoop earrings. As I continued the nasal tune,
sounding like a fakir's pipe, I gradually straightened up the rest of the
way.. My hands went over my head, palms together. I moved my head side-
to-side. My tummy undulated and my hips swayed. Penny gaped at the
sight I made. She was too stunned to make a sound. Then her pretty face
was split by a wide grin. My act was wildly comical to her. I could see
from her eyes that my self-demeaning actions were elevating her libido
all over again. She sat up and put her feet on the floor. Rock got
behind her, so she was in the bay of his long legs. He reached around
and cupped her large tits in his hands, applying pressure until warm skin
bulged out between his fingers. In spite of myself, and to my deep
shame, I got an erection, which wagged in time to my dance.
"Oh, Rock," my wife gushed. "This is just the best."
"Anytime you want, just tell Kitty to get into the basket and she'll do
it. When you ring your bell, up she'll pop, all ready to do whatever
she's told, just like a good girl."
"I'm sure I'll have her in there a lot. Right now..." She shook the
bell briefly. "... I want Kitty over here with her mouth on my puss, to
slurp up all that wonderful cream you left in there. I know she'll like
it. After all, kitties love cream."
*********
(The basic idea of the basket was suggested by one of my readers on
Deviant Art, for which I thank him. I also post stories there, where my
page is under the name Subthrone.)
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