Date: Tue, 20 Nov 2012 20:57:09 -0600
From: smitty simon <smittylmsimon@gmail.com>
Subject: The Young Master Chapter 3

"That's a good little, sissy. I told you that you could take the whole
thing." I feel a sense of ashamed accomplishment as her smooth balls rest
on my chin and I smell her intoxicating mix of pomegranate and a hint of
musk as my nose crushes into her flawless, taut torso. This was the last
time. It had to be. We couldn't keep sneaking around waiting for a chance
for a furtive fuck or speedy suck. And if I got caught...no, I didn't even
want to imagine what it would be like to be stuck in that sissy hell down
in the basement. At least not until after I came inside her pretty lace
panties...and then never again...

Of course, I had promised myself that before. The first time was when my
step-father left me alone with her in an eerily quiet basement after giving
me a guided tour of Hell. His words still rang in my ears even as she
whispered dirty nothings inside them. It all whirled together, "Get caught
sucking or getting fucked one more time, and you'll end up another sissy in
my harem...so we better not get caught. One more time...suck and fuck...one
more time..." I relented, the fear and tension of the day breaking down my
resolve, making me desperate for the escape of pure animal lust. She pulled
my pants down and pinned me to the wall, my ass still well lubed with her
earlier deposit. Then she fucked me hard against the wall, each thrust
squishing my little cock against the even harder brick squeezing the cum
out of it like a roll of toothpaste, my girly moans echoing throughout the
halls even as my orgasm echoed inside me, bouncing back and forth as she
continued to pound my ass, more concerned with her own release than with my
dick dumb drooling state of cock induced catatonia.  When she finally
erupted in my ass, I felt like I had burst free from that terrifying
underworld and exploded into the heavens.

When I came down, she was sucking the last remnants of her cum from my ass
even as I sobbed shamefully. "Don't worry your pretty little head about it,
Master. I'm just getting rid of the evidence." I blushed as I saw my cum
staining the pure white walls, and realized I had to get rid of some
evidence of my own, licking them clean with a piggish grunt. I knew I
shouldn't have, but I told myself since it was going to be the last time, I
might as well enjoy it. So when Isabella told me to open my mouth and fed
me the rest of her cum baby bird style before thrusting her tongue inside
my mouth and painting my lips, tongue, and the back of my throat with it, I
just cooed...But after I pulled myself together and silently followed
Isabella back upstairs where I belonged, I swore to myself that I would
never do that ever again...

I felt better once I got out of the basement. I was sure I never would have
let her take advantage of me like that if I wasn't so nervous and out of
sorts. I decided I would bring Isabella back up to my room and fuck the
shit out of her. I had an extra spring in my step as I led her back up to
my room and closed the door behind us. It felt a little strange not being
able to lock it since my step-father busted it, but in a strange way, it
kind of bolstered my spirits imagining that someone might walk in on me
fucking her this time. I even managed a little sneer when I told her to
strip for me, remembering the cocky little bastard I used to be before my
step-father moved in and made me feel like a weak little boy.

When she was completely naked, I marveled at her beauty, as if seeing her
again for the first time. She looked so different when I wasn't staring up
at her, and mischievous smirk or no, I knew I could put her in her place. I
told her to get on her knees and suck my cock, and she giggled a little as
she lunged for it. She was treating it like a kinky little game, but I told
myself it was one I would win. All I had to do was bust a nut in her face
and then one in her ass and I'd restore the natural order...of course, I
would have had been able to get an erection for that to work.

It was so frustrating to feel her lips on my soft skin, to shudder at their
touch, but to feel nothing stirring down below. I blamed it on nerves, on
exhaustion, on having cum more in one day than I ever had before...on
her. That emasculating little giggle, sure it was her fault. Even now I can
see that. Just another one of her games. I told myself that he who laughs
last, lasts best and decided to turn in early, telling her that she'd
better wake me with a blow-job if she knew what was good for her. It didn't
take long for me to slip into a troubled fitful sleep, populated by
nightmarish visions of life in the basement. The last coherent thought I
had before tumbling into unconsciousness was that next week would be
different...

Monday

Just before waking, I had a more pleasant dream than the nightmares of
sissy slavery, but in a way, it was much more frightening. In it, I was
giving Isabella a long, loving blow-job, more making out with the cock than
anything, and I felt safe and free. Somehow I knew no one would find out
about it, and somehow I knew there was nothing wrong with enjoying it. It
felt so real...I could taste her on my tongue, feel her cock-head kiss my
lips sending sparks all across my body, I could even breathe in her smell,
making me too dizzy to care about the greater symbolism of sucking off my
sissy in a dream. I'm sure Freud would say it represented unresolved
feelings of abandonment, but sometimes a sissy cock is just a sissy
cock. It was all so real...by the time I realized it wasn't a dream, I
could feel her ready to explode inside my mouth, so I figured what the
fuck, why stop short of the finish line.

I felt the bottom of her cock throb against my tongue and I knew what was
cumming. Worse still...I wanted it...needed it even. In that single moment
I needed it more than my dignity, my manhood, or my freedom. I felt a wet
burst inside my mouth as she unleashed a full load into my ravenous maw. I
felt it tingling on my tongue, the taste again reminding me of some half
remembered exotic delicacy, not a cheese, no maybe morels? I wanted to
savor it on my tongue, but my mouth was filling up too fast to hold it
all. I tried to swallow it all as quickly as I could, but there was too
much and it began to drool down my chin. Before I could even whimper in
lustful shame, Isabella was lapping it up and feeding it back to me with
her soft, sensuous tongue. I sucked her tongue clean only to feel more cum
running down my cheeks. Now I had plenty of time to whimper...and
moan...and pant breathlessly as she slid her tongue across my flushed face
and shared her cum with me until I was all clean, but feeling dirtier than
ever.

When she finally rolled off of me, I was left reeling. It was a good thing
I was already in bed, because after that, I probably would have collapsed
anyway. I still couldn't fathom how her cum could make me feel so
good. Some kind of strange chemical reaction was occurring, but I didn't
know if it was her cum or my brain that was to blame. It caused the
strangest mix of drunken alertness. It was more exhilarating than a hot cup
of coffee followed by a shot of brandy, making me feel light and frisky and
filled with mindless giddy glee.

But it was a double edged sword, as the alertness brought a rush of self
recriminations with it, and the dick dazed haze leaving me unable to put
together the pieces of my shattered psyche. My mind was like a dog chasing
its tail, racing in circles, snapping at itself, feeling more frustrated
and confused with each passing moment. I went from high to low in a few
breaths and I was beginning to understand that if her cock was a drug, then
the cum down would be a bitch. And to make things worse, I had to change
underwear. Sucking her cock had made me cum again, and I was so lost in the
dreamy moment, I hadn't even noticed it. But Isabella sure did, "Aww, you
came for me again. That is so cuuuuute. I thought this might happen, so I
sneaked out while you were sleeping last night...oh and by the way, I
loooooove that you still suck your thumb...and just look what I got for
you!"

She held up a pair of ivory colored silk panties, with a cute little
boy-cut design. She looked at me expectantly, as if I was supposed to
eagerly snatch them out of her hand and put them on with a sissy squeal of
delight. I guess I couldn't blame her for thinking that, but that only
pissed me off more. "Let's get something straight, Isabella. I am a
man. And I am your Master. So you need to start treating me like it." I
tried to keep my voice steady and my eyes cold and hard. Even I was a
little impressed with how hard I sounded...

"You've got a little..." she wipes a bit of cum she must have missed with
her tongue and sucks her finger clean. I blush and shrink into myself, just
hoping she'll leave me be, but I'm not that lucky. She began nibbling on my
neck and teasing my nipples. This was an awful time to find out I have
sensitive nipples and that when someone sucks on my neck it makes me moan
involuntarily. "Pleassssse. Master? I only want to make you happy. And I
know wearing my panties all day will make you happy. I felt so bad for you
last night when you...well, you know...So I thought if you wore these all
day, you'd be so frustrated and pent up by bedtime that you could fuck me
for hours. You know, really put me in my place..." She punctuated her
little speech my taking one of my nipples in her mouth and sucking on it
hard, rapidly flicking her tongue across it like it was the head of my
cock...

Deep down I knew she was toying with me, I mean, she wasn't even being
clever about it. I think that's why I agreed to put on her panties again, I
wanted to beat her at her own game. I wanted to wear them all day, and
instead of begging her to fuck me at the end of the night like she
expected, I'd have her begging me to fuck her. And besides, they were boy
shorts, so they were almost men's underwear.

I told her that I needed some "me time" but gave her permission to roam the
estate. I just couldn't imagine sending her down to the basement after I'd
seen what it was really like, but I knew that if I let her follow me around
all day, she'd find someway to get me in trouble. I felt a little more at
ease when I saw her walk away, and boy, I could watch her walk away for
hours.  But it didn't take long for me to realize she already had gotten me
in trouble. I was kicking myself for letting her talk me into wearing her
panties. Every step was a maddening caress to my tightly hugged cock. I
felt conspicuous and was sure someone could see the outline of her panties
under my slacks. It was bad enough wondering who knew about my little sissy
snafu, now I had to worry that they knew I was still on her hook. And what
if my step-father found out?! I'd be back down in the basement, but this
time to stay...

Luckily my step-brothers greeted me with their usual contemptuous
indifference. I know they would never let me hear the end of it if they
knew the truth, so Darren must have been good to his word and kept my sissy
secret. That made me want to prove myself even more. If I could just find a
way to tame Isabella, it would be like this shameful saga never took
place. I took a deep breath and then made another solemn vow to walk the
straight and narrow path to manhood...and then I took my first step and a
silky swish almost made me double me over as a result of frustrated
friction.

I managed to make it until noon with out losing my cool, although I'm not
sure if cold sweats count as keeping my cool, but I guess it does on a
technicality at least. That's when I saw Bambi, skipping along without a
care in the world...and I mean literally skipping. Who even skips anymore?
I realized I could make up for my poor choice in my pet sissy then and
there. She might not have been my personal property, but as a house sissy,
any Master could take her anytime he wanted. And I wanted...I wanted very
badly. I followed her out to the garden, where she was actually smelling
flowers and swooning. I'd never seen anything so girly in all my life. But
my attention soon turned to her more mature attributes, the way her short
baby blue party dress lifted up as she bent all the way from the waist to
stop and smell the roses. Her white ruffled stockings drew my eyes up to
her ruffled rumba shorts. I was a little proud of myself that instead of
wondering what they would look like on me, I wondered what the cute little
rosebud hiding between her cheeks smelled like.

I made my over to her with an exaggerated swagger, psyching myself up
before taking one of her perfectly plump ass cheeks in hand and squeezing
it. She jumped up with the most adorable little yelp, and I caught her in
my arms, her blond curls caressing my cheek as I whispered in my ear, "Are
you ready to get stud fucked, Bambi?" I felt my cock hard between her
cheeks, and I was even able to ignore the fact that it was straining
against silk to do so. My breath was hot and ragged, a predator's grin cut
across my face. I had never felt this dominant, this powerful...and then
she burst out laughing...

"I'm sorry...tee hee...really I am...I'll hee...I'll stop....I snnrt
snicker...I can't EEE HEE HEE HEEEEE!" She doubled over in peels of a
laughter and I let her drop to the ground writhing as loud cackling screams
tore through her tiny frame. Just when it looked like she might stop,
taking deep panting breaths and dropping to a low titter, she looked back
up at my perplexed frown and burst out laughing all over again. "hee hee
Stud fucked....gah ha HA HAAAA HAAAAAA!"

"What's so funny?!" I yelled, trying to sound intimidating but coming
across more petulant and hurt. Probably because I was. I thought I was a
zipper away from proving my manhood, that I'd dominate this training wheels
sissy enough times to work up the game to take on Isabella. And instead,
the biggest sissy in the house was laughing uncontrollably at my attempt to
sound butch. I wanted to cry, and when I realized how unmanly wanting to
cry was, I wanted to sob...

She finally managed to compose herself, pulling herself off the ground and
on to her knees, wiping a tear away as she sighed, "Oh my...thanks, Byron,
I needed that. I know, I know, I shouldn't laugh. And look I got my dress
all dirty...oh poo! But you have to admit, the idea of you stud fucking
anyone is pretty funny. I mean, considering you let a sissy stud fuck you
down in the basement. And right after Master Darren told you if he caught
you again he'd add you to the Harem. I'm sorry, I know it's none of my
business, but hee hee the basement has really good acoustics...Hee hee oh
golly, I'm about to go off again...but...hee hee you couldn't even wait to
haa haa you got to your giggle own room. Hee heee heeeee I'm so sorry but
HAAA HAAAAAAA!"

All the blood left my body, and I thought for a moment I might actually
faint. The ground tilted and I had to stumble in place to keep my
footing. She knew...they all did...every sissy in the Harem thought of me
as one of them...I'd never be able to start over...I would always be a
sissy to them. And if I couldn't change a sissy's mind, how would I ever
change my step-father's? On the other hand, if I could make her think of me
as a stud, then maybe I could make everyone see me in a new light. I felt
cold and hateful and just plain ugly inside. I knew that it was all
directed inward, but I decided to use every sickening ounce of it, my words
dripping with venom when I said, "I'll make this simple. I am a Master. You
are a sissy. Either suck my cock right now, or I'll take you down to the
play room and we'll see how good the acoustics are when you scream so loud
that you go deaf."

I looked down and saw that hazy glaze of lust start to fill her eyes. I
could barely believe it, but my step-father had been right. If you show
strength, sissies will instinctively submit to you...and as Bambi
feverishly fumbled with my zipper, I felt stronger than I ever had. My cock
throbbing, aching to be sucked, ready to plow into her throat and paint her
face with my seed. It felt like it was going to rip through its pantied
prison...and that's when I realized I was fucked...

"HEEEEE EEEEE HEEEEEE Cute undies! Ha HA HAAAAAAAA HA AHHHHHH!" She fell
back onto the ground laughing like mad. I couldn't listen to it for one
more minute. I stormed off and ran up to my room, not even having the
courage to drag her down to her cage as punishment. How could I torture
someone who couldn't even keep a straight face if I spanked her? I buried
my head under the covers until I felt the urge to sob pass. I couldn't
imagine facing Bambi again that day, much less Isabella, but it was only
mid afternoon. So I did what any manly man would do. I went over to my
dresser, found my flask in the underwear drawer, and drank myself
unconscious. As my brain swam into the whirlpool of black out drunkenness,
I told myself tomorrow would be a better day...

Tuesday

I woke up with a hang over and a sissy's cock brushing my lips. I brushed
it away, not wanting to puke on her dick. "Lemme up..." I mumbled and
stumbled toward the bathroom, hoping a shower would clean out the cobwebs
in my head. I almost fell face first to the ground, so I didn't object when
Isabella propped me up and helped me get to the shower. I slumped against
the tile wall and slid down to the ground, more dead than alive...but when
Isabella pulled the shower nozzle down toward me and started to rain warm
water down on me, my body came to life bit by aching bit.

I was too groggy to protest as she soaped me up and scrubbed my soft skin,
and besides, there's nothing wrong with a sissy washing her master. I even
allowed myself to hope that she was coming around to my way of thinking,
showing me the respect I deserved. That is until she stuck two soapy
fingers up my ass and cooed into my ear "mmm This spot's especially
dirty...it looks like it needs a deep clean." I tried to protest, but
before I could even moan a refusal, she thrust her tongue in my mouth and
had me sucking passively on it as she pinned my tongue down to the bottom
of my mouth, claiming dominance over both of my holes.

I would have stopped her if I wasn't so hung over, half drunk really...or
at least I hope I would have. But as two fingers became four, and her kiss
swallowed every wet moan down her eager little throat, all I could manage
the strength to do was beg her to fuck me. She helped me to my feet,
holding me in her arms so I wouldn't fall back down. The warm water
cascaded down our smooth skin, making us slide against one another like
seals fucking..."Grab the shower rail, sweety. I'm going to show you how
sissies cure their hang overs." I grabbed the rail for dear life, my body
pressed against the frosted glass, my hips held tight in her hand as she
aimed her cock head at my winking little rosebud...

I felt her slide into me slowly, I felt slippery inside and out, soft and
smooth and warm, and I was too fucked up to worry why that felt so good at
the moment. "Thank yoOOoOooOoooh!" A low, lustful moan fogged up the glass
in front of me. I wasn't exactly sure what I was thanking her for. Was it
getting me squeaky clean and washing off the filth of my drunken night
sweats? Was it for aiming her cock right at my sweet spot every time she
sloooooowly filled my asshole with her cock, sending a hot throbbing pulse
pumping in my veins, burning out all the poison and replacing it with
undiluted sissytonin? Or was it just for the immense kindness she showed in
not teasing me while she fucked me? Instead she draped her body against
mine, her breasts crushed against my back, her mouth nibbling on my neck
and shoulders, her legs sliding slickly against mine, stirring them to
life. She wasn't fucking me like I was her bitch, she was fucking me like I
was her lover. In retrospect, maybe that was even crueler than when she
taunted and teased me...

All I know for sure is that her hangover cure works miracles. I went from a
three quarters dead shambling wreck to feeling my heart pounding as she
pounded my ass, my lungs opening up to force my mouth into a lewd moaning
oh face, my muscles taut and strong as I bucked back against her cock, no
longer satisfied with slow, gentle love. I needed hard, fast lust and I
needed it five minutes ago. Thankfully, she took the hint, pushing me
against the glass, pinning me helplessly as she began deep dicking me. Each
thrust a retreat as she moved in a wet blur, the heat building inside me,
the pressure cooker of my pounded prostate crying out for release, my cock
spewing out every impurity left in me along the shower wall as she stoked
the fires of my orgasm, burning me alive so I could rise from the ashes, my
birdlike wail echoing in the shower as I fell back into her arms. She
exploded inside me, pushing out another ribbon of my cum to make room,
leaving me thrashing on her cock, her loving embrace the only thing that
kept me from crashing to the floor. She eased me down and stroked my hair,
kissing the tears off my cheeks even as I tried to tell myself it was just
the shower.

Finally she spoke, maybe to cover the shameful sound of my hiccup like
sobs. "It's okay, Master. This time didn't count. You were drunk and I took
advantage of you. Why don't you put me in my cage today as punishment and
tonight you can show me how a man treats his sissy." I couldn't believe she
was saying this, I thought it had to be another trick, but I chose to
believe the kindness in her eyes. I was about to tell her I didn't want her
to be caged, but there was a kind of quiet pleading in there that told me
I'd better just follow her lead.

I simply nodded and stood up, feeling the strength returned to my limbs and
feeling strangely virile after my 'hangover cure'. Neither of us spoke as
sucked her cum out of my ass, causing me to whimper ever so slightly. and
cleaned my stains off the shower wall. After that she dried me with a towel
and helped me dress in a pair of black slacks, a black vest over charcoal
shirt, and a blood red tie. I cut an almost impressive figure in the mirror
when it was all said and done, and I was beginning to push the morning's
events out of my mind, like a half forgotten dream. Today was going to be
my day, I just knew it...

I decided to explore my home freely for the first time since my new
step-family moved in. It gave me a sense of pride to walk through the
stately halls, knowing it was all mine once, and if I had my way, would be
again, if only a sizable share of it. I passed Darius in the halls and he
seemed to notice my new found confidence, giving me a non-committal nod as
he passed by me. It wasn't much, but considering I usually didn't inch by
him without him snickering at my obvious discomfort, it was huge. For once,
I really didn't feel afraid of him. As far as the household was concerned,
we were equals now, and I allowed myself to hope that I was on my way to
proving my worth.

And just when I thought the day couldn't get any better, smarmy little Dale
came pouting past me, muttering "pussy" under his breath. I'd waited a long
time for this moment, and I wasn't going to let it pass after he had given
me the perfect opening. I grabbed him by his collar and spun him around,
landing a slap on his indignant face before he could even protest...

"What did you just call me, boy?" my voice almost cracked under the weight
of my contempt for him, but it managed to hold. He just stood their,
shocked and sputtering, his boyish face twisted into a tight knot of rage,
his fists clenched into balls of impotent white knuckled fury. Sure he
could hit me, but he's be breaking his Daddy's precious rules. And he
wouldn't dare do that. And with the way I was feeling, I didn't think I'd
need his father to protect me. I felt like I could swat him like the gnat
he was.

"I...you...you hit me! You just wait. You just wait! I'll show you. Just
because you're older, you think you can boss me around? You think you
deserve your very own sissy while I wait for another two years? TWO FUCKING
YEARS!" by the time he finished his tirade he was almost snarling. But
despite all of his rage, he looked about as intimidating as a pissed off
poodle. I just smiled calmly, infuriating him even more. I saw his shoulder
buck, saw him consider throwing a punch...but he just looked in my eyes, a
look of surprise registering in his, and he turned and walked away.

I spent the rest of the day a living breathing strutting hard on, just
waiting for my chance to show Isabella what a man I was. I envisioned every
position, every act. And I was sure that I'd have the stamina to last all
night. By the time night rolled around, I had already fucked her in my head
so many times that I almost expected her to be limping when I saw her. She
was wearing a tight leather miniskirt that might as well have been a belt
for how high it was cut as well as matching tube top so small it left the
succulent swell of the bottom of her breasts hanging out. I could tell she
was happy to see me from the outline of her cock ruining the line of her
skirt and her hard nipples tenting from her top. She smiled kindly at me,
the gentle look from earlier in the morning was still in her eyes, without
a hint of mischief or defiance in them. Her voice still surprisingly kind
as she said, "I've missed you so much today, Master. Thank you for showing
me my place and punishing me."

I didn't understand it, but I didn't want to ruin the moment. I just nodded
and pointed to a spot on the floor right in front of me. I don't know what
she saw in my expression, but I saw the beginnings of her wild abandoned
lust forming like clouds in her eyes. She knelt on the ground in front of
me. "You may use your hands to free my cock, Isabella. But after that, you
will get me off with just your mouth."

Without a word of protest, she unzipped my pants, and pulled my cock out of
my plain white boxers. I looked down at her and felt ten feet tall, the
look of complete submission in her eyes making me feel completely
dominant. My entire body felt like it was coursing with masculine energy,
my veins pumping extra strength testosterone to every flexing muscle in my
body. All the way down to one special muscle, which throbbed with the sweet
painful pleasure of a day's worth of pent up cum. I took a deep
breath...despite how desperately I wanted to cum, I NEEDED to prove to
Isabella that I was a powerful man, with discipline and self control. I
steeled myself as she took my cock in hand...

"Whimper" my muscles seized up as her soft hands sent my lustful need
careening out of control, every last drop of extra strength testosterone
flooding down to my cock and spewing out in a gushing geyser across
Isabella's face. It felt like one of those pees you get when drunk that you
begin to worry will last forever, only with cum shooting out of my cock
making my cock feel like it would burst into a million chunks of blissful
bits at any moment. When I finally felt the last shuddery spurts drip from
my cock, I slumped to the ground in rapturous relief. My relief was short
lived...

I was on my knees looking up at Isabella's smirking face, the cruel
mischievousness had returned in earnest, and I was having trouble
remembering what her face looked like with out it..."Aww, poor Master, did
you save all that cum for me? That was so generous of you. I think I'll let
you lick it of my face and titties before you suck my cock." She held my
face in her hands and pulled it closer to hers, I could smell my cum on
her, pulling me closer like one of those cartoon pies, I wanted to kiss her
so bad. She couldn't smirk and kiss me at the same time after all...

I swallowed her lower lips, sucking on it until she moaned, then I teased
her tongue out of her mouth by flicking it flirtatiously with mine. I don't
know what I expected to happen, but I didn't fight it when she bullied my
tongue with hers, pinning it down and tongue fucking me before biting my
lips until I cooed...I don't know why I began licking her face clean and
dutifully offering my tongue to her to suck my seed off, sharing my nutty
nectar. Maybe I was just getting addicted to the taste, although mine
wasn't as robust as hers, it had a certain salty appeal. Maybe I just
wanted to figure out why the taste was so exotic and yet so hauntingly
familiar, was it cucumber and coriander? Or maybe I really had shot out all
of my pent up testosterone for the day, and I had nothing left to fight her
off with...

I do know that sucking my cum off her smooth supple breasts and firm
swollen nipples was the most sexually confusing thing I'd ever done. I
didn't know where it fell in between sissy and stud, but I knew I was
finding my second favorite thing to suck on ever and I prayed I'd find one
more drop so I would have an excuse to keep kissing every inch of her
perfect breasts...but nothing good lasts, I knew that better than anyone
after my one pump performance, so I didn't protest when she stood up and
touched my head lightly, letting me know it was time to suck her cock.

In a way, I didn't consider it gay to suck her cock anymore. I mean, she
didn't look like a guy. And she made the most spine meltingly feminine
moans when I did it, and I know from watching my step-father fuck her
throat that men didn't make that sound when they got sucked off. So I told
myself it was like eating pussy, or more accurately, like sucking on her
clit. Her fat, veiny, tonsil pounding clit...

I kissed her cock head, slurping up a dollop of sweet cream, before licking
from the head to the base, I wanted to get it covered in spit, hoping to
take it all the way this time. But I didn't have enough spit, so I
swallowed my pride and looked up at her pleadingly, begging, "Please spit
in my mouth, Mistress."

"God, you're pathetic...but that's why I love you so much..." she shoved
three fingers down her throat and worked them in and out viciously until a
viscous stream of spittle drooled down my eager throat. I grunted piggishly
as I spat some back on her cock and worked it up and down with my hand,
loving the little moans she made when I added a corkscrew flourish as I got
to the head. I was ready as I would ever be, and mercifully so lost in the
haze that the sheer wrongness of the act only made it hotter...

I gave it one last kiss for luck before taking her into my mouth, pushing
my head further and further, feeling a gag rising just as she reached my
tonsils and pushing it back with her fat cock. I felt my throat open around
her cock, felt it throb inside me. There was something about her being
inside me like this, feeling her pulse block my airways, as if I were about
to give my life for her pleasure. I don't know if it was oxygen deprivation
or the sheer depravity of the act, but I swooned around her cock. When she
pulled me off her cock by the roots of my hair, I felt the cool air rush
into to put out the fire in my lungs. I didn't waste anytime, and dove
right back onto her cock. I felt it getting closer and closer, until I
could see her belly just an inch away. It was so close, like the soft
plains of paradise, leading up to the heavenly mountains...but it was like
there was this soft wall that wouldn't budge, no matter how hard I
pushed...

I pulled off as the constellation of colors before my eyes told me in
ancient hieroglyphics that I was about to pass out, and then I jumped right
back into the fire, my throat scorching with the raw friction of her cock
sawing in and out of me, faster and faster in a frantic attempt to reach
the end. But as I felt her cock expand in my throat, I knew she was about
to finish the race before I could go the distance. I didn't fight it as she
pumped a gallon of her seed right down my stomach then coated my throat
with the best sore throat remedy I'd ever tried and finally pulsing in my
greedy mouth. I surprised her with my gluttony as I grabbed the base of her
cock and jerked it off into my mouth, guzzling as quickly as I could to
keep every drop for myself. Even after I felt the last precious pearl
squeeze out, I sucked on her cock and jerked her off until she pushed me
off with her foot.

"Damn...you never can quit while you're ahead, can you? You give me at
least a B minus blow job and then ruin it all by not only getting greedy
and keeping all of my tasty cum for yourself, but by yanking on my cock
like you wanted to take it with you. If I didn't think you'd get off on it,
I'd spank your right now. Instead, I'll really punish you. I'm going back
to the basement. And don't even think of getting any of this until tomorrow
night, when for your sake, I hope you do better than this." She left me
sniffling on the floor, a last watery drop of cum leaking from the tip of
my cowering cock wondering which made me feel more ashamed, that I couldn't
please her as a man or as a sissy...I didn't find the answer in a night of
fitful sleep and frighteningly real wet nightmares.

Wednesday

I woke up and true to her word, Isabella was not there to take advantage of
me. I was disappointed that I wouldn't be able to use grogginess or
drunkenness to justify getting a load of her cum in one of my hungry
holes. I felt my cock twitching ready and eager to play and my asshole
itching deep inside where only a cock could scratch it. I thought for a
moment about trying to find my gee that feels good spot with my fingers and
having a nice morning wank to pick up my spirits, but then I realized I'd
only feel worse afterward. I had to do something to break out of this
pattern of fruitless attempts to be the ultimate man and surrendering to
the sissy splendor of forbidden fruits.

If trying to be a man like my step-father made me feel weak and giving into
being a sissy because it seemed easier made me feel guilty, maybe I wasn't
either, and maybe I didn't have to be. I made a different vow that day. I
vowed not to try to be an atavistic anachronism of male machismo or to
escape into some ridiculous fantasy of deviant delights. I decided to be
myself, and hoped that was enough to skate by...

I realized as the day passed tortuously slow, that the real me was pretty
dull. Something about being constantly pandered to makes it hard for
anything to hold your interest. I'd spent the last year waiting in bored
frustration to have full reign of the house back and all my perks and
privileges, but now that I had them, I realized what a waste of time it had
been. I didn't want them. I didn't know what I wanted, but it wasn't
something I could just reach out and grab. The only problem was, I didn't
know how to get anything else, I didn't know how to do anything else. So I
just watched the hours slither past as I got progressively bored and
horny. I was seriously considering drinking myself into a stupor when I saw
Sakura walking towards me.

I tensed up as she got closer and closer, fearing a repeat of my
humiliating encounter with Bambi. But There was something about her walk,
tense and fearful, wringing her hands as she mouthed whatever speech she
was working up the courage to give...she seemed so vulnerable, so pent
up...I couldn't help but relate. She finally stood before me, still not
daring to look me in the eyes, her bangs hiding her delicious almond eyes,
a beautiful blush painted in light strokes across her pale ivory skin. I
regretted not choosing her as my kept sissy, but regrets didn't change what
was. I focused on what was in front of me instead of what was behind me and
asked Sakura, "Is there something I can help you with?"

She still didn't look up as stiffly she answered "Yes, most honorable
Mastersan, this lowly sissy begs a thousand pardons, but would you show her
the ultimate benevolence of showing her the smallest of kindnesses?" I had
forgotten how deferential and self effacing Sakura was. I couldn't tell if
it was for my benefit, or if she really did consider herself that far below
me. Considering she had to know about my little tryst with Isabella in the
basement, that was saying a lot...I thought the least I could do was hear
her out...

"Okay, tell me what you want, only please, hold the honorifics." I waited
for her to gather the courage to speak again, and felt a little guilty for
sounding so dismissive. I knew I wouldn't want to be in her place...or at
least I hoped I didn't want to be in her place...

"Yes, Mastersan, this lowly sissy will try to make the greatest of
haste. My need is vast as the ocean and twice as deep. But my tongue can
not express my need, only by sharing my great dishonor may I hope to find
relief. Please, honorable Mastersan, may I show you my need?" She threw her
words to the ground as if they were diseased animals, it seemed physically
painful for her to form them and force them out of her delicate mouth. Her
body was shaking like a leaf from the strain, and I wondered how I would
cope with all I was going through with the added burden of using a foreign
language as well. I couldn't watch another minute. I stood up and closed
the gap between us, taking her head in my hands and lifting it so that she
could see the compassion in my eyes...

"Sakura, please, you don't have to act like this with me. I'm not like the
other Masters. I don't want you to feel ashamed. I just want to help
you. So please, show me your need and I'll see what I can do." The furrows
on her brow smoothed out and the corners of her lips turned up ever so
slightly. It was the happiest I ever remembered seeing her, which made me
feel even sorrier for her. But that was nothing compared to the pity I felt
for her when she lifted her tartan skirt and revealed a gilded cage around
her cock. "I...I'm sorry, Sakura. I can't imagine how painful that must
be...but, what do you want me to do about it?"

Now she was the one taking my head in her hands, pulling me so close that a
breeze couldn't fit through the space between our lips, "Please do not make
light of this poor sissy's burden. On the very same keyring that you were
given to lock your sissy's collar, there is a key for each of the common
house sissy's chastity cages. The honorable Master Darriussan put me in
this cage a week ago on a whim, and since no one has used me since, I have
been denied the tender mercy of release. If only Mastersan would release
this undeserving sissy, she would offer you her humble skills and common
body."

I fumbled for my keyring, cursing my lack of curiosity about what the other
keys were for, desperate to release Sakura, as much for her sake as mine. I
fished it out of my pocket, and finally found the one I was looking for, a
tiny key with a cherry blossom on it...I got down on my knees and carefully
aimed the key at the hole, holding my breath as I slid it in and turned it,
fearing the entire time it wouldn't work. When I heard a click of release,
I barely suppressed a whoop, and I removed the cage from her cock, already
stirring to grow a good three inches. I stood up hurriedly, afraid she
might be under the mistaken impression I freed her to get a taste of her
sissy clit.

She was openly stroking her clit to full hardness, her precum making it
slick and shiny, she made tiny stifled yelps as if she were in pain, I
supposed from the dishonor she felt in me seeing her like this. This was my
idea of what a sissy should be, eternally chaste, pristine and perfect, and
a true slut. Never losing her innocence so that it could always be
plundered and defiled. But at the same time, I started to sympathize with
the sissy's point of view. I wondered how she could endure it...I was
tormented by my few indiscretions, but that's all her life was now. She was
living my ultimate nightmare, so how could I take advantage of her need? It
was strange to think that only a few days ago that I all I wanted in the
world was a sissy to use as my very own toy. Now that I had one, all I
wanted was to hold her close and tell her everything would be alright...but
it wouldn't. So I did what little I could, I told her, "You don't have to
do anything for me, Sakura. I just want you to get some relief. I'll hold
onto your cage, you just do whatever you need to do to cum."

She looked at me as if I had just spit in her face, I couldn't understand
it, there I was, trying to do her a favor and she looked horrified and
betrayed. I didn't know what to say, what to do. She couldn't say anything,
it was up to me to figure out what I did wrong....and then it hit me. I
felt like someone took my guts in their hand and twisted them in a
knot...she couldn't cum. The cage was off, but she didn't dare cum on her
own, and after all this time of putting the Masters' pleasure first, she
might not even be able to get off without a Master there to use her. I was
so hard, but I hadn't been able to get off on my own either. Suddenly I
felt closer to her than ever before, and I wrapped my arms around her,
pulling her head on my shoulder, whispering "I want you to take my cock
out, and rub it against yours until we both cum."

She yelped again as she unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock with the
skill and speed of a ninja. My cock was already dribbling precum as well,
so there was no resistance as she took both in her hands and began sliding
her hips up and down. Soon our throbbing pricks were sliding against one
another like snakes in love, feeling like a million needles coated in
honeyed heroin were kissing my tender flesh. I felt something powerful
welling up inside me, something even more urgent than the surging rush of
cum boiling in my balls ready to blow any moment. I pulled her head up, saw
the look of pained ecstasy in her eyes, and crushed my lips against hers in
desperate attempt to burn away the shame...

She whimpered into my open mouth and our tongues danced, sliding against
one another faster and faster keeping time to our slick sexes, our
whimpers, moans, and yelps the music we waltzed to. It was a painful
moment, haunting in its beauty and its paradox of perfect pleasure and
pointless pain. If only the moment could last forever, our perfect union, a
connection based on kindness and a mutually selfless expression of
sensuality. It would be Heaven...and Hell...

Because even as we ascended closer and closer to Heaven as our bodies were
grinding against one another, the flames of Hell possessively refused to
let us go, the pain of unrequited lust creating an emptiness deeper than
any love we could hope to fill it with. What I wanted was to stay like this
forever, what I NEEDED was to cum right away, before I suffered permanent
brain damage. Heaven and Hell, a pleasure chased that can only be attained
when you let it lose, a connection more profound in the separation than in
the union...it was all so fucking zen. But I didn't have time for
philosophy, and neither did Sakura, apparently. She cried out, "Please,
Mastersan, please humor this sissy's inept efforts and cum. I can not
dishonor myself by cumming first, but oh fuck me sideways, I need to cum so
fucking bad!"

Hearing her voice tear apart as a raw savage beast ripped itself free was
all it took to send me careening over the edge, my cock kissed by a million
angels, their burning lips sending my spirit soaring, all across Sakura's
blouse. A millisecond later, Sakura sobbed as her body shook violently, a
thick load shaking free and landing on my polo. We both just held each
other until the tremors stopped, my skin tingling as I came back down
gently to the earth. I wanted to enjoy this moment free from shame or doubt
for as long as I could, but Sakura landed a little harder than I did. She
cried out, "Please, most generous and magnanimous Mastersan, please forgive
this lowly sissy for desecrating you with her vile waste. I will commit
seppuku at once!"

I didn't wait to find out if she meant a metaphorical disembowelment,
reassuring her, "Don't worry, Sakura, I have plenty of shirts. I'm just
glad we were able to help each other. If you like, I can hold onto this
cage for you so you can breathe a little easier." She seemed immensely
grateful for my forgiveness, which made me feel a little uncomfortable, as
it reminded me of the yawning chasm between our roles. But when I offered
to keep her cage, her expression turned to one of horror, as if I'd
casually suggested she sleep in a snake pit.

"Please, Mastersan, this pathetic sissy is not as brave and powerful as
you. She does not dare invite the wrath of Darriussan upon her if he finds
her without a cage. I beg you with all my soul, please lock me back up."
and as I silently locked her cock back in its painfully confining chastity
cage, I was reminded of the even greater gap between men like Darius and
men like me. But for the first time, I couldn't say if he was stronger than
me, or just crueler. I suppose it didn't matter to Sakura, that knowledge
wouldn't protect her from his sadistic whimsy. As I gave her leave and
watched her walk away with those tiny, shameful steps of hers, I hoped I
would find a way to truly help her someday...but first I would have to find
a way to help myself.

I spent the rest of the afternoon and most of the evening lost in
thought. I kept asking myself how could I help myself, and was there anyone
who could help me? I wanted to believe Isabella could, but I didn't know
which side of her to trust. Was she the malicious minx that loved nothing
more than leading me on and letting me down, or was she the kind and gentle
soul that took care of me when I was in my cups? Maybe she was both, maybe
she played her vicious little games to help herself, a defense mechanism to
keep her from giving in completely to the siren call of surrender. If that
was the case, maybe we could help each other. I was resolved to try, and I
now thanks to Sakura, I knew just how to connect to her...

When she came into my room she was wearing a too tight school girl outfit
that I immediately recognized as Sakura's. While on Sakura it was cut to
give the impression of a demure innocence, on Isabella her extra height
made the skirt shockingly short, and her more prominent attributes made it
impossible for her to button the top of her shirt, leaving her cleavage all
but spilling out. She seemed to enjoy the effect it was having on me,
"Sakura told me how you played sissy chicken with her today, so I thought
maybe you wanted to play the same game with me. I can't wait to see who
lasts the longest."

I didn't know what she meant by a game. I was just helping Sakura out, it
wasn't a competition. And I sure wouldn't have played it if I knew they
called it 'sissy chicken'. I still wanted to do the same with Isabella, it
wasn't to prove anything about who was stronger, I just wanted to be closer
to her. I decided to take a gamble in hopes that if I played the game her
way, maybe we would connect the way Sakura and I did, and then she wouldn't
care who 'won'. "Alright, I'll play. But, isn't there anywhere safer to
play than here? We can't keep doing this in my room, the door won't even
lock."

I regretted my prudence when she told me that the safest place to play
sissy games was in the basement. No one ever went down there at night and
we'd have the place all to ourselves, not counting the eager sissy
audience. So with all the courage I could muster, and a damn sight more I
was just faking, I followed her into the basement. I was surprised to see
there weren't any sissies in the cages and more than a little relieved. If
they were all gone too, then maybe this wouldn't end in embarrassment. But
she just smiled and took me by the hand further into the basement, further
than my step-father had taken me on his threatening tour. I wondered just
how big the basement was and started to think it was more like an
underground compound when the winding tunnels finally led us to a room
filled with whispered giggles.

We stepped into a room filled with cots, enough to hold a sissy army. I
wondered just how many sissies Darren planned to own. All the other sissies
were there...Sakura wearing only her cage. blushing and looking away as we
made eye contact...Bambi practicing pouting in front of a mirror, turning
with a giggle as she saw me in the reflection....Lola a look of haughty
passion on her face as she sat on Cunt's back, slapping her ass to get her
to carry her around the room...the look of serenity on Cunt's slack face
telling me it wasn't entirely forced...they all turned to me in stunned
surprise, and Isabella finally broke the silence. "Well Master, this is
where we sleep. They would probably just keep us in the cages overnight,
but they don't want our skin getting those nasty grid marks now do they?"

"I...I guh guh guess not..." my stuttering sputter was returning with a
vengeance. I didn't like the hungry look the sissies were giving me and all
of the sudden I wondered what the stakes of this not so little game
where. "Uhm what eh eh exactly is the gah gah game, Isabella?"

She took me by the hand, and led me to the center of the room, I felt
surrounded by sissies, crowded by their eyes, I just stared dumbly as she
started unbuttoning her shirt, when she saw the clueless expression on my
face, she laughed and said, "What are you waiting for, Master? We both have
to be naked to play sissy chicken."

I started pulling off my clothes as fast as I could, I had no idea what
sissy chicken was, and yet there I was, standing before her absolutely
naked, my cock already aching, dripping precum on the floor at the sight of
her so soft and so hard at the same time, I hoped she wouldn't notice, but
of course she did, "Oh this won't do at all. If you want to win at sissy
chicken you'll have to last longer than this. The rules are simple, we both
rub our cute little clits together in a race to see who cums first, only
who ever finishes first, comes in last. I'd tell you what happens to the
sticky little loser, but I don't want you to cum before we can even get
started."

I saw the fire burning in her eyes again, threatening to melt me on the
spot, I looked around the room, and saw that they were all waiting for it
to happen. Licking their lips in anticipation of what was to cum. I don't
know why, but I had the craziest notion that I might actually be able to
win this time. I had lost every battle of wills I'd ever had with her, but
in a way, that gave me an advantage. She wouldn't be expecting a
challenge. And I gambled everything on that, hoping not only to win the
game, but hopefully her heart. Somehow I just knew that if I could only
connect with her as equals, just once, we could put all the games aside.

I stepped closer and she took my cock in her hand, smearing my copious
leakage all over her smooth sissy stick, and then began rubbing it against
mine. I knew from the moment she put her other hand on my chin and lifted
my gaze to hers that I was doomed. The sharp angle of her smirk cut me down
to size...the tip of her tongue stuck out of the other side of her mouth,
ready to lap me up...her nostrils flared like a savage beast stoking the
fires that made her cheeks flush with anticipation, a single bead of sweat
running down her smooth skin, making me wish I was tall enough to lick it
off...her eyes held me prisoner, the reflection of a simpering sissy
trapped inside them. I tried to look away in one last futile effort to hold
out just a little longer, but that only made things worse. I saw her cock
dwarf mine as it crushed against it, pushing it into my soft stomach, her
cock-head poked my belly button with every thrust of her hips, making me
feel penetrated and helpless. My puny penis was covered in my slick juices,
it gave no resistance as her superior member mashed against it, squeezing
more and more out until I was thrust my hips back against her, not to try
and make her cum first, but to end this sorry spectacle my legs buckling as
every muscle went rubbery in response to my sticky spasm. My tiny prick
oblivious to the shame of it ecstatic eruption sending a warm buzz
throughout me that lasted just long enough for Isabella to pick up my limp
body, her muscles popping from underneath her silken skin, and hover me
right over her cock.

I came to my senses in time to realize my asshole was puckered around the
tip of her cock and I was about to get stud fucked by my sissy in front of
a live studio audience. "Please, I AIEEEEEEE!" My leakage had made her cock
slick, and my tight little hole was no match for the forces of gravity. I
cursed Issac Newton as my legs wrapped themselves around her and my face
buried itself in the nape of her neck, hiding my shameful blush in her
raven locks...

"Tee hee Make him your little fuck dolly, Isabella!' Bambi bubbled,
reaching into her panties and stroking herself feverishly as Isabella
pulled me off of her cock, every inch a revelation. Every time I got fucked
I discovered something new about my treacherous body. How the slightest
angle could be the difference between Heaven or Hell, and take me that much
closer to the place where they were one and the same.

"Si, pound this puta's culo until she cries for her papi" Lola had gotten
into the show with a frightening zeal, taking poor Cunt by her ears and
rubbing her tanned cock across her face until she began obediently taking
it all the way down her throat. The look in Cunt's eyes terrified me more
than anything, it was one of recognition...seeing the bitch in me surrender
to the physics of a phallus pushing into me all the way down to the hilt,
pounding my prostate and sending a chain reaction to every raw nerve in my
ass. I clenched down on it, felt my asshole milk her hard hot flesh for
more sensation. I needed to feel more, to drown my mind in dick doped
drool, to escape this nightmarish reality for just as long as she could
keep fucking me...

I looked to Sakura for support, hoping to find a single pair of kind eyes
in the crowd. Instead I saw the same hazy hunger. I wasn't a Master to her
anymore, wasn't even an equal, I was just a sissy chicken and she had no
sympathy for anyone weaker than herself. "Yes! Fuck her harder Isabellasan!
Send this sissy to the Hell of Never ending Cum!" I thought I might already
be there, I couldn't tell if I was cumming anymore, her cock had truly
transformed my asshole into a wet cunt, and my body into a vessel for
unholy orgasms. Possessing me like foul mouthed demons, twisting my lips
into a lewd moan, screaming "fuck me Mommy! Fuck me MOMMMEEEEE! Make you
your little cum dump whore! EEEEEEEEEEE!"

Time slowed as she swelled inside me, her cum shooting up inside me sending
me careening off her cock and through the basement ceiling, blasting
through the floors and out the roof, piercing the sky and cutting through
the clouds, burning up as I broke through the atmosphere like some reverse
comet, streaking past the speed of light past the edge of the universe,
reaching that perfect place where nothing exists, not even me. Everything
was empty...it was Nirvana...

I crashed back down to Earth just as suddenly, Isabella dropped me to the
floor and laughed as the sissies scrambled to suck her cum out of my abused
asshole, to lick her clean in tribute to her triumphant victory. I curled
into a little ball, trying to block out everything trying to get back to
that wonderful nothingness..."Hee hee Look! He sucks his thumb! I thought
only I did that!" Bambi tittered.  Luckily I must have hit my head when I
landed, because I blacked out, finally escaping.

I came to in spurts, feeling Isabella pick me up and check to see if I was
okay..."Jussssst a liiiiiittle buuuuuump. Whaaaaaat a sssssssissssssyyyy"
Carrying me out of the basement....sneaking me back up to my room...tucking
me in...and giving me a little kiss on the bump when she was positive I was
already passed out...It had been a good day after all...

Thursday

I woke up sore, and sorely vexed, with Isabella's morning wood sliding up
and down between my ass cheeks as she cooed in my ear "Gooooood
mooooorning, Master. Were you dreaming of me? Dreaming of my fat sissy
sausage sliding up your cute little boi pussy? Well guess what, you're
dreams are about to cum true..."

I leaped out of bed, angry at how she used me last night and afraid I was
about to let her do the same this morning. She looked amused at my sudden
outburst and I saw that she had changed outfits for me again, this time
wearing a much too small Girl Scouts Uniform, only bright pink with 'Sissy
Scouts' emblazoned on the shoulder. I saw various badges for anal and
crafts, ass to mouth respiration, cumminity service. In one hand she held
up her lacy pink thong, and the other a new badge, "Aww, don't you want to
earn your deep throating badge today?"

She wasn't even trying to trick me anymore. She thought I was so broken
that I'd willingly surrender without even the illusion of a fight, and as I
licked my lips, I saw where I might have given her that impression. But I
drew a line, then and there. Whatever I was...man, sissy, or something else
entirely, I deserved better than her. And I let her know it. "No, Isabella,
I don't want anything from you. Now or ever. I don't want you to come near
me. So why don't you..." I was about to tell her to lock herself in one of
those horrible cages, but just the image of it twisted my guts into a
knot. No matter how much she hurt me, I still couldn't bring myself to hurt
her back. "why don't you clean up around the house?"

I turned my back on her sullen pout before I couldn't stop myself from
kissing it off her face...and with that, I was free...or so I'd hoped. But
with every step I took away from her, the closer she was to my
thoughts. All I wanted was for her to look at me with those kind eyes all
the time, that soft smile melting into mine in a never ending kiss. But I
knew that would never happen. If I did see her softer side again, it would
only be to play another sick little game. I was tired of being her Charlie
Brown, always giving her another chance to pull the football away at the
last moment...only instead of landing on the hard ground, I fell onto her
hard cock.

I spent a good ten minutes trying to shake THAT image out of my head, and
decided to do something to keep it out. I headed down to the gym for the
first time in my life, determined to make something of myself. I changed
into a tank top, workout shorts and sneakers, and I was fired up, I was
raring to go, I was chewing up matches and spitting fire...I was completely
lost...where was I supposed to start?

I decided to try something simple, that even I could figure out, and
grabbed some free weights to do curls. I looked around for the lightest
one, but all I could find was fifty pounds. So taking my good right hand
and gripping it as tightly as I could, I lifted with all my might. Pain
steadily stabbed it's way up my arm, but I tried to push through it,
knowing that with punishment comes reward, and managed to lift it several
inches off the ground before feeling it pull me down to the ground. It was
strange, there was only room for one hand, but how was anyone supposed to
lift fifty pounds with one hand?

I looked around for something more humanly possible, and settled on a
treadmill. I fiddled with the controls until I found the slowest pace and
easiest virtual track and began running in place as the belt moved below my
feet. I felt the impact travel all the way up to my buttocks and I set
forth to see how far I could push myself. But after a ten or so minutes,
the routine was still somehow going...my legs felt like knives were
dragging up and down them and my lungs felt like I was breathing battery
acid. And then the machine sped up...set to a blistering 'jog' and hurling
me to the ground, landing right on my pride...

It wasn't fair...my step-brothers made exercise look so easy. I briefly
considered asking one of them to help train me, but immediately rejected
it. I could just imagine what Dirk would say if he saw me failing at the
lowest levels of fitness training. "Holy shit. You're even more pathetic
than I thought. How can you even call yourself a man?" I looked up at the
towering mass of muscles leering down at me and realized with a start that
I wasn't just imagining his voice...

"YEEP! I uh I mean hi, Dirk. I was just...well I was trying to...I don't
know..." and I really didn't know. Suddenly I didn't know anything. Dirk
was pulling me up to my feet, his usual shit eating grin plastered on his
aggressively handsome face his eyes looking at me with the same casual
contempt as always, but there was something new in them today as well,
something I didn't want to put a finger on..."Well, I uh buh buh better be
going." I spoke into the ground and waited for him to let go of my reed
like arms.

"I know what you need..." he said, his hands moving up and down my arms,
squeezing them slightly as if to feel for nonexistent muscles. I yelped in
pain, but he just pulled my hand and placed it on his twitching pecs, his
skin tan and slick from his warm ups, he moved my hand further down the
rocky path of his chiseled abs, down towards his tight fitting work out
shorts already bulging with him still soft. "You need this body, don't
you?"

I could barely speak. What was he saying? I didn't want his body. I was
straight...ish...I mean, sure I was in love with sissy cock, but that was
attached to a soft angel faced succubus, not some huge muscle bear of a
man. But once he said it, I did start to have my doubts. I couldn't deny
that a part of me got off on being humiliated and dominated...okay, a
frighteningly large part of me. And if a sissy could bully the cum out of
me, I could only imagine what Dirk could do. But I didn't want it, not
really..."I...do?"

I felt his laugh roll through him like thunder. "Of course you do. And if
you do every last thing I tell you to do..." he spun me around sending my
head into a tailspin, "and fight every instinct your body gives you telling
you to stop..," he pushed me down so my body slumped over, but with his
hands on my hips keeping my ass up and out, "then I'll work you hard and
long..." he kicked my legs apart until my thighs burned with the strain, my
heart was beating a mile a minute. I thought I might end up the first man
to overexert himself from a warm up. "Then I'll give you what you need."
His groin pressed against my ass...I was terrified. What was he going to
do? Why wasn't I telling him to stop, well besides it being pointless? And
why wasn't he hard? If he wasn't about to rape me, then what was he talking
about?

"So, let's start off with toe touches and then do some jumping jacks. Once
we've got you nice and limber we'll move onto some weights. Trust me,
Byron, with me as your personal trainer you'll have a body like mine in no
time." I like to think I was more relieved than disappointed. Either way,
there was no way out of the gym but through Dirk, and that meant touching
my toes. Which was easier said than done...

Pain gnawed at muscles I didn't know I had, every joint aching and ready to
snap like a twig. But I remembered feeling Isabella's thick rod in my
throat, and thinking I couldn't go another centimeter, then pushing past
the pain to go another few inches..."Another...few...inches...UNNGH!" I
managed to graze the tops of my sneakers with tips of my fingers and rose
in a triumphant roar. "YES! I did it!" I turned around to see Dirk staring
at me in bemused surprise.

"Well normally, you do at least twenty, but since this is your first day,
we'll let you off easy. Now let's see those titties bounce." I was burning
up at his condescending tone and the way he talks about me as if I was a
women, but I figured it was just Dirk being Dirk, and I did need the
help. I began jumping up and down throwing my limbs in all directions and
Dirk stood their laughing for a moment before saying, "Stop, stop,
stop. You're doing it all wrong. Here, I'll show you." He started into his
jumps, his legs and arms pulling out to a perfect star in the air and
moving back down straight as he landed. After starting off slowly, he told
me to join in.

I was able to get the hang of it quicker than I expected, and it wasn't as
rigorous as touching my toes. Soon I had gotten into the same slow, steady
rhythm he was in, feeling the soreness start to weigh down my limbs just as
he started to speed up. I tried to keep up, but he became a blur of taut
muscles and sweat flying, by the time he was finished I was collapsed on
the floor wheezing, watching him bounce hypnotically. "Pathetic, but
admittedly, a little less pathetic than I expected. Now, get up, sissy,
it's time to get pumped."

I blushed when I realized he meant lifting weights. And tried to ignore the
confusing signals this model of manhood was sending out. He motioned me to
lay back down on a weight bench and moved right behind my head, so that his
balls were almost resting on my temple. He pulled out a bar with two tiny
weights at the end saying, "Normally, these are for going up gradually from
something like 350 to 375 before jumping straight up to 400, but for a
little while at least, we'll need to build you up on these." he dropped
them into my hands, and they almost crushed my chest, before I managed to
keep them hovering just above me.

"Come on...you can do it, feel those titties burn and lift that mother
fucker. I'll spot you if you can't do a full rep, but just lift it up
once." I wanted to prove I could do that much. I felt like my arms would
split open at any second, but I managed to get them up to his waiting
arms. And then I did something that surprised even me. I held them in
place, and lowered them slowly down to my chest. "There you go. There might
be some hope for you yet." I swelled with pride and felt a surge of
strength travel through me, lifting the bar in one powerful thrust.

I wanted to see how far I could take myself, and again lowered the bar, and
again raised it. After a while the pain became just another sensation. And
I looked up at Dirk to see how I was doing, immediately regretting it when
I saw his bulge looming over me. Every time I did a rep, I imagined what
his cock might look like. It looked fatter than his dad's, would it be as
long? I knew I shouldn't even be curious about it, but it was literally
staring me in the face. In the end, I said, "Can't take it any more..." and
handed Dirk the weights, hoping he'd think I was talking about the
exercises...

He peeled me off the table effortlessly with one arm and said, "Not bad for
your first time. Now for the best part of the work out, feeling that
adrenaline wash over you as you take a nice hot shower and ease those sore
muscles. Come on, follow me." I was a little surprised to see our gym came
with it's own showers, but with the size of the place, I suppose I
shouldn't have been. I was extremely self conscious about showering in
front of Dirk, so I couldn't believe my luck when he said. "Well I think
you can handle this part by yourself. I'm going to go start my workout."

I peeled off my rank sweaty clothes and turned on the hot water, letting it
hit my skin with a hiss, burning away the stink of sweat. I turned it down
to a warm downpour and began soaping up my aching muscles. It felt so good
to feel something soft and slippery after working so hard, and before long
I was struggling to stifle a moan as I cupped my plump buttocks and slid
them up and down against one another. I imagined what Dirk would say if he
saw me like this, "Ha! I always knew you were a sissy." and when I felt his
hard cock slip between my ass cheeks and his hand close around my neck, I
realized I wasn't imagining it.

"No...I...I..."I tried to protest, but I could barely breathe...I could
feel his muscles pressed hard against my back, and I struggled against him,
but that only made my ass writhe around his fat cock, hugging it tightly. I
stopped before he thought I was doing it on purpose. With his free hand, he
reached around and tweaked my nipple forcing a pained moan out even past
his grip on my throat.

"I always knew you wanted my cock, your fear filled eyes were just begging
me to pop your cherry, but after seeing the way you've been swaying those
hips lately, I'd say someone beat me to it." I started to panic...he knew!
He was going to tell my step-father and I was going to end up in the
basement! I tried to calm myself, he had no proof, he was just
bluffing...or so I hoped.

"Look at you...scared stiff are you?" His hand closed around my cock, as
horribly hard as it's ever been and leaking in his grip. "Maybe I'll do you
a favor. Maybe I'll force my fat cock up your ass and you can tell yourself
it was rape. No one would ever believe you if you told of course. Hell, I
could drag you still with your ass still leaking cum to my dad and tell him
you begged me for it, and he'd believe me. Shit, by the time I'm done, you
will be begging me for it..."

I felt the head of his cock pushing at my entrance, threatening to tear
into shreds. I'd never had anything this wide up inside me before, and I
didn't know if it would fit...or if it would be worse if it did. I just
knew that whether I wanted it or not, I was about to get fucked until I did
want it, and then dragged like the spoils of war and laid at my
step-father's table, doomed to a life of slavery. So why was I still so
hard? Why couldn't I fight past the haze to at least whimper a customary
objection? I closed my eyes and waited for the inevitable...and them I
heard the low roll of thunderous laughter...

"Sorry, sissy, but you just aren't my type. I like a sissy with a figure,
not a flat chested little girl like you." He dropped me to the floor in a
sobbing heap, his laughter echoing off the tile walls as he left as
suddenly as he came and echoing in my head long after that. After what
seemed like an eternity, I pulled myself up off the floor feeling beaten
and violated. The fact that he didn't actually stick his cock up my ass was
just a formality. I had been well and truly fucked. And the cherry on top
of the shame sundae? I was still hard...

I wasted no time going up to my room and drinking myself into a stupor,
half hoping I'd get alcohol poisoning and would never have to see Dirk's
smug smirk ever again. I knew it would leave me vulnerable to Isabella if
she surprised me in the morning again, but that seemed like a minor
embarrassment at that point. I pulled the covers over my head and held onto
my pillow tight, curling up into a fetal position and feeling the room rock
me like I was back in the womb...and then...nothing...

Friday

I woke up screaming, not sure if it was from the nightmare already
dissolving in the light of day, or the realization that I wasn't going to
wake up from the nightmare my real life had turned into. I felt like
hammered shit that had been left in the sun all day, and somehow I knew
this would probably be the highlight of my day. But I didn't want to think
about what the day might bring, about having to avoid every living soul in
the house for fear of humiliation or worse. And I sure didn't want to
consider how long I expected to last at this rate. I just wanted to keep my
throbbing head down and take it one agonizing step at a time...

Which wasn't made any easier due to the fact I hadn't cum in 24 hours. And
with all the 'action' I had been getting lately, that was like dog years,
the more I got, the more I missed it when it was gone. I made the first of
what I was sure would be many stupid decisions that day and went to look
for Isabella. I needed a cure for my hangover and she always carried one
with her. I looked high and low for her and finally found her on the first
floor, conspicuously dusting the floor in a French Maid's outfit by bending
at the hip and showing off her gorgeous garters biting into her ass, her
black lace cheeky panties showing off the seductive slope of her ass while
leaving enough covered to make me want to see more. I walked up behind her
and gave her a slow squeeze...

"ooOoooh. Master! I knew you couldn't stay mad for long." She turned and
pulled her mouth into mine, kissing away the dismissive comment on the tip
of my tongue and painting it with her own, putting sweet words of surrender
in my mouth as we fumbled into an open room. I checked to see if it locked
behind me...thankfully it did. Now all we had to do was moan quietly and
we'd be home free.

I couldn't stop caressing every inch of her with my eyes. I don't know if
absence made the heart grow fonder, but it sure made the cock grow
harder. And she had to pick my biggest weakness...maids. My first erotic
fumblings both set my lifelong fascination and the lifelong ban on maids,
my mother finding me nursing on a buxom young maid at age five, a hundred
dollar bill in her blouse and milk dribbling off my lips. I'm sure Freud
would say that all of my problems stemmed from my mother refusing to breast
feed me as a child, but sometimes paying a maid to let you nurse on her is
just paying a maid to let you nurse on her. Whatever the cause, they were
my Achilles' heel, only of Achilles was soft all over and just extra soft
on his heel. Unfortunately for me, Isabella noticed...

"It's about time! I'm been wearing the cutest outfits all week waiting for
you to find one you just had to try on. And I finally found it. Do you want
to be my sexy little maid, Byron? Or should I call you...Belle?" She began
slowly stripping off her clothes and flinging them at my feet. I tried to
tell myself I just liked seeing her in them, but as each piece fell to the
ground and my eyes followed it instead of ogling her naked flesh...I knew
there was no point kidding myself...

"Yes, Mistress. Please...call me Belle." I don't know if it was another
case of her planting a virulent seed or if I was already too fertile, but
lost in the moment, I didn't care. I was ready for one more try at kicking
that football, as I slipped on her panties and felt the lace rub my cock
maddeningly...her stockings kissing my legs continually with softness...the
garters she helped me put on tugging at them in constant reminder...a
corset clinched tight around me in a lover's embrace giving me a slightly
womanly curve, making me light headed and giddy from lack of breath...the
short ruffled skirt and low cut top, made for only just covering my girlish
ass, that is until I twirled to turn around or bent over to pick up
things...the little bonnet, so innocent and erotic at the same time. I
could barely sit still, squirming in manic desire as she put on my make up,
making me the perfect vision of domestic slavery...

By the time she said, "Belle, my cock is dirty.  I need you to clean it,"
it was already in my mouth...and before long, I heard her say, "That's a
good little, sissy. I told you that you could take the whole thing." I feel
a sense of ashamed accomplishment as I feel her smooth balls rest on her
chin and smell her intoxicating mix of pomegranate and a hint of musk as my
nose crushes into her smooth taut torso. This was the last time. It had to
be. We couldn't keep sneaking around waiting for a chance for a furtive
fuck or speedy suck. And if I got caught...no, I didn't even want to
imagine what it would be like to be stuck in that sissy hell down in the
basement. At least not until after I came inside her pretty lace
panties...and then never again...

It didn't take long for either of us, apparently I wasn't the only one that
didn't get to cum the night before...I felt her throbbing inside me, and
heard a perverse voice shout, "No...on my face...please, cum on my face!"
That I realized with a whimper belonged to me. Before I could change my
mind, and I'm not sure I wanted to, she had pulled out and was ready to
blow...time slowed to a crawl as I saw the veins in her cock pulse and then
everything went white.

My eyes stung as a hot load of cum coated my face, but I obediently waited
for her to lick them clean. Enjoying the frustration and wanting this
moment to last as long as possible. When I finally felt her soft tongue
petting my face, I just melted into her arms. Completely submissive and
accepting what ever delicacies she decided to share with me by spitting
them slowly into my mouth. Was that asparagus roasted in duck fat that I
detected hints of? I swore I'd pin down that taste some day, I just needed
more samples.

My hangover cured, and the buzz still keeping me floating above the pit of
despair and regret, I wanted to make this last as long as possible. After
all, it would have been a shame to waste a good French Maid
outfit. "Please, Mistress, please fuck me...I'll be a good little maid
slave, I swear." She laughed as she led me over to a nearby desk, so that
she could fuck me standing up. I expected her to tease me more, but I guess
she needed it almost as much as I did at that point. She simply greased my
boi pussy with spit and cum and stretching me while I moaned around her
fingers, and then pushed her cock inside me. I wasn't sure if she whimpered
or I did, but either way, we both knew what we wanted at that moment. She
wanted to fuck me hard and I wanted to get fucked...hard

That was when I noticed I was looking out a window and that we'd forgotten
to close the blinds...and when I saw that twerpy little runt, Dale, stating
through the window with a sadistic smile carved across his face. That was
when I knew I was about to get fucked...hard...and that it would never
end...