A REAL MAN
By Candy B.J. Runt – candy.runt@yahoo.com
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"Maybe you need a real man to open that?" cooed Emily as I struggled to open the twist off cap of my beer bottle.
Blushing at her derogatory tone I hissed back "It's not my fault, it's these stupid nails you made me wear!" Frankly I was mighty pissed at Emily, the girl I had fantasized so vividly about only for ages until, two days ago she invited me the party.
"Let's see who can help a pathetic little sissy open the big bad bottle of beer shall we?" although an amazingly pretty girl, Emily had a hitherto unseen mean streak and was delighting in my suffering beside her, dressed in way too frilly party attire comprising of a frilly satin blouse in a pale pink color, straining around my unnaturally large bust, a petticoat fluffed pink skirt complete with a large pink bow around my waist, a , white microfiber tights, and pink Mary Jane's atop a moderate three inch heel.
Blushing a darker pink than the blush Emily had applied to my freshly denuded face, I struggled against the one inch nail extensions, the same obligatory frosted pink as my seemingly enlarged lips, but my unfamiliarity with the dainty talons and multiple rings adorning my pretty fingers made it nigh on impossible for me to get a good grip on the reluctant bottle top. The myriad of silver, white and pink bangles jangled merrily on my wrists as I struggled in vain, not really paying Emily any attention until she barked at me.
"Sissy!" Sissy? Since when had I become Sissy? Resigning myself to having to find a bottle opener, I gave Emily my full attention and was startled to see her standing by a hulking great giant of a man.
"Sissy" she continued seeing they now had my undivided attention, "Sissy, this Winston, he can open your beer bottle for you."
Stunned in to silence by the sheer size of the man now towering over me, even atop my patent leather heels, I dumbly held the Budweiser beer bottle out to him. In a single fluid motion Winston reached out a massive black hand, more than covering the whole beer bottle, save the top, which he effortlessly twisted free before taking a long drink from it before handing it back down to me.
"Here, let me" smiled Emily, taking the bottle she poured it into a glass, plopped a long curly pink straw in it and handed it back to me. "Here you go Sissy, just the way you like it. Now remember, only two beers, you know how silly you get when you drink!"
Still gaping foolishly up at the spectacle of the man giant Winston I paid her no heed as I unthinkingly slipped the childish crazy straw between my painted lips and sucked some deliciously cold beer.
"See Winston, I told you she was crazy for you!" whispered the evil architect behind the conspiracy that now had me standing in a room full of strangers dressed head to foot in the type of attire fully fitting the wretched name Emily insisted on calling me. For it was the promise of possible intimacy, if not actual sexual congress with the gorgeous Ms. Dempsey that had persuaded me to don the ridiculously feminine attire I now sported to the evenings (alleged) costume party.
"Sissy, shut your mouth, you're staring at Winston like a Bitch in heat..." turning back to Winston she added' not that isn't a somewhat accurate description, you should hear how she's been gabbing on about that 'gorgeous specimen of black manhood' whenever you're close!"
"Emily!" I gasped at her blatant lies "that's not...:
"I know, I know, I promised I wouldn't tell anyone Sissy," she talked over me, ignoring my feeble protests, "but come on, it's no big secret. After all, if not for Winston, who else did you get all gussied up like a proper little black cock worshipping sissy for?"
Beer shot up and out of my nose, incapacitating me to shoot down the horrendous lies she was using to throw me under a very large, black and undoubtedly masculine bus!
For here was I, a one hundred percent hetero-sexual male, sure not the biggest or most confident of the species, but none the less, someone who's desire to get in to Emily pretty pink panties had, alas succeeded in ways I never envisioned or hoped for. For now here I was standing here, being referred to by the terribly derogatory name 'sissy' by the woman who, up until about thirty minutes ago was to be the forever love of my life, but is now trying to suggest I have been heartily lusting after a six foot eight, three hundred pound negro named Winston, while I stand there feeling pathetically inadequate dressed as I am in a form fitting of Emily's pretty pink panties!
Thoroughly enjoying herself, Emily continued to play the role of concerned friend as she slapped me heartily on my back, pushing me into Winston's chest as she commented "There, there Sissy, there's no reason to get so excited, as you can see Winston's still here, you lucky little boy..."
Tripping atop the unfamiliar heels, I stumble and foolishly, instinctively, make more effort to save my beer than my balance, and so bump into the wall that is Winston, my silicone falsies buffering some of the force of my hitting an immovable black silk shirt clad barrier.
"Easy there little lady" comes a voice as dark and rich as molten dark chocolate and impossibly thick arms effortlessly catch me and return me to my state of precarious balance. Looking up through the hideous thickly mascaraed false lashes, my baby blues peeking out through way too much eye shadow, liner and mascara, I stammer a diminutive "Thank you... Winston" before Emily starts back in.
"Go on then Sissy, kiss him, kiss those 'big thick lips' you were gushing about to me mere minutes ago"
"Emily" I hiss, sounding a good deal more feminine than I would want, even to my jangling earring attenuated ears.
"What?" she laughs, "don't go criticizing your best friend for trying to get you what you're too much of a little girly boi to go get by yourself!" As I stand there, furiously self-conscious in my pretty little pink party dress.
"But I... I mean you..." I stammer pathetically.
Turning to Winston, who unnoticed by me in my confusion, still has a protective hand on my shoulder, Emily continues, "You wouldn't believe what she was saying about you earlier Winston. Telling me how her little clitty was getting all hard just thinking about being forced in to your servitude! I mean I've known sissy for years, even before she 'came out' and declared she was a little girl trapped in an inadequate little boy's body, but in all this time I have never, and I mean never, heard her so infatuated with one man, and his..." here she acted all coy, and cast a furtive glance down towards Winston's dark purple pants clad crotch, which, as I inadvertently followed the direction of Emily's gaze, noticed appeared to be in proportion with the rest of the man; BIG!
I caught myself blushing furiously as Winston noticed the direction of my gaze and smiled knowingly, as his paw slipped from my shoulder to my waist, pulling me closer.
Smiling at how well her evil plan is progressing, Emily continued, "Oh yes, little Sissy has been going on in great length, if you'll pardon the pun!" she steals me a wantonly wicked, but none too subtle glance here, noting how Winston has his great hand upon my pink bow encircled waist and seems bent on pulling me as close to him as possible. "Yes, great length on how she just dreams about being forcibly made to serve a great hulking man like you, someone to bend her own pathetically inadequate will to theirs, someone to subjugate her, humiliate her like every little sissy boy dreams of, a REAL man to force her become the little sissy slave she's always longed to be. So tell me Winston, are you that man, will you take our little sissy boi here and make her yours, enslave her with your big black cock?"
"Emily!" I was speechless, aghast, floored by the lies she was telling this man. It was his words that fully drove home the fact of how much trouble I was truly in.
"Yes Miss, I am that man" He rumbled.
What" I looked up at him in amazement, and was totally unprepared by him pulling me fully to him as he lowered his mouth over mine. As his hot tongue forced its way between my pink lips and on in to the confines of my mouth, I realized how truly powerless I was against this mountain of a man, for he had to bend a good ways down to reach me, even elevated as I was atop the heels Emily had tricked me into wearing.
As I struggled in vain, beating my prettily manicured fists against his great chest, my bracelets making more noise than my voice was through his thick lips sealing my own, Emily bent in close and whispered in my ear "Have fun little sissy, I will leave you some condoms, to go with the lubricant and spare pair of panties already in your purse, but I believe your new boyfriend prefers riding his bitches bare back - if you know what I mean?! And I am afraid there's no money, credit cards or keys in your purse, so be good to Winston, he's the only ride you have... both home and in bed tonight! I'm off now, my work here is done, but I have so much more to do back at your flat. Have fun, I'll see you later to hear all the gory details!"
Out of the corner of my eye I saw her slip a packet of condoms in to my little pink clutch all purse, wink knowingly at the two of us as Winston, pausing to nod his thanks to Emily, did his best to devour me whole, his hands now taking deliberate liberties with my daintily presented body as I felt the hem of dress being worked up over my panty clad ass before his rough hands slipped under the elastic below my right buttock.
Breaking off his oral rape of my mouth for a moment Winston sighed "Damn it girl, you sure know how to get you man hot!"
Taking this opportunity to explain Emily's perfidy, I gasped "Listen Winston, Emily's a liar I ..."
"Shut it bitch, go get us some drinks, I'll have a cold beer, get yourself something girly and alcoholic." He snapped, cutting me off.
"But listen ..." I tried again.
"No" he barked "you listen to me you stupid cunt." My face paled at the violence of his words "I know exactly what kind a little sissy tease you are, you play me all doe eyes from across the room but when a brother chooses to act, you back off with all your hoity-toity attitude, well listen here, and listen good Sissy, you made your bed and our damn well gonna lie in it. Lie in it, fuck in it and any damn thing else I chose in it, is that clear?
But I had to make him see t was Emily who had set me up, this wasn't me at all, I hadn't been making eyes at him at all, I didn't even notice him, well OK that wasn't true, it was hard not to notice him, he was so damn big! "But you have to..."
"Don't you listen bitch, I don't have to do a damn thing you do! Now get your faggot white ass over to the bar and get us our drinks. I'll say this only one time more; I'll have a cold one, but you get yourself something suitably sissy and alcoholic, make it a Sex on the Beach or something similarly girly, something befitting a cock sucking little sissy, 'cause get me right here, that's exactly what you are. Now you got that, or do I need make myself any clearer?" the undisguised violence smoldering behind his brown eyes persuaded me that now was not the time to broker further argument, so like a good little sissy I sashayed over to the bar and ordered him a Budweiser and a Sex on the Beach for myself, having no clue as to what it contained, never having been a drinker. I received several amused glances, dressed as I was yet still pretty obviously male my demeanor and voice.
Teetering atop the unfamiliar heels I turned to find Winston had moved and was now occupying a good two thirds of a two-seater love chair. Oh great I thought, as I headed over, realizing I would be expected to squeeze into the vacant third beside him.
"And another thing" he began as I handed him his beer, not even bothering to thank me, "I think you should talk more befitting your new position in life, so start lisping."
"Lisping, oh come on..." I never got to finish the sentence as his big hand shot up and grabbed me by the throat.
"Yes lisping. You got a problem with that sweetcakes? And another thing, you better quit your questioning my every command, you got that too? " not even pausing to let me answer as I stood there dumbly before him clutching my tall bright pink drink, complete with a large white orchid and slice of orange in a highball glass, he pressed on "the next time you question me, no matter where we be, I'm gonna haul you down over my lap, pull up your pretty little skirt and give your pantied ass one hell of a whupping. Is that clear?
Pausing only long enough to take a bracing sip of my cocktail, actually enjoying its peach flavored sweetness, I obediently answer "Yes... Sir." such is the assault upon my senses, I unwittingly add the respectful acknowledgment of his higher status over my submissive self.
He grins knowingly at my unconscious submission to his dominance, "That's better, but try it again with the lips this time, and I prefer to Master as my title, but good girl for adding the Sir, now try it again and then get your pretty ass done here besides me."
Once more my cheeks burn their recently all too familiar bright shade of pink, nicely complimenting my pink lip stick and matching eye shadow (Emily, while still feigning interest in me as a male, had gone to great lengths to convince me that all pink cosmetics would better serve to hide my true gender, now I realized it was just yet another ruse to make me appear as big a sissy as possible)
Biting back my natural impulse to answer him back, I passively responded "Yesss Masster, but I have to pay for our drinksss, Emily didn't leave me any money."
"Well that's your problem Sissy, not mine. Go see the bar man and see what you can do to work off the debt, tell him I'll vouch for you. And make sure you lisp, and in future always refer to yourself in the third party as Sissy. Got that?"
Fearing exactly what such a confession to the barman will entail, I once again lisp out my concession "Yes, Master, I... Sissy understands." Once more I sway my way over to the bar, already blushing about what I have to say. I try to position myself at a quieter corner of the bar, but just as the barman notices me, three teenage girls crowd in to the space I've secured. "You got my money?"
"Burning a most vivid shade of crimson I lisp my answer as instructed "No, I'm afraid Sissy doesn't have any money, but... Master Winston says to tell you he can vouch for this Sissy."
"Christ, what a pathetic freak" laughs one of the girls beside me who, despite my best efforts had no trouble over hearing my declaration. Her friends agree and epithets such as 'fag', 'freak' and 'pussy' rain upon me as the barman considers his options.
"Tell you what" he finally opines as I struggle to stop the girls pulling up the hem of my dress to reveal my true gender. "Come back here after ten and you can pay me then."
His emphasis of the word 'pay' leave little doubt it will not be a cash transaction. Having no option other than to agree quickly, so as to prevent the three bitches further degrading me at the bar, I quickly answer "Thank you Sir, Sissy will pay you at 10:00."
Batting off the hands plucking at my hem and neckline and ignoring their outrageous taunts, I quickly return to Winston, temporarily grateful for his protection. He smiles, having witnessed the whole spectacle he inflicted upon me, pats the seat next to his broad thigh and says "Sit your pretty little ass down here Sissy and I'll tell you how it's going to be from here on."
Grimacing at how quickly my life has spiraled out of control, I turn and sit down next to him. Due to his size and weight, the too small seat and the fact I struggle to keep my fruity cocktail from spilling all over us, I cannot help but slide right up against him, innocently giving the impression to anyone watching, and following the debacle at the bar there are quite a few watching with amusement the display I unintentionally provide, as my legs unconsciously slide open, providing all and sundry an uninhibited view up my dress. The tight restriction of Emily's too small panties and tights serve to pin my manhood completely out of sight, completing the appearance of femininity to those enjoying the spectacle I am providing them.
Placing one enormous arm around my shoulder, his palm resting upon where my left breast resides under the large silicone falsie he is now gently squeezing, "OK, your new number one rule is this; give me your hand."
Fearing the worst, I gingerly hold out my right hand to him. He takes it, surprisingly gently, but then steers it down to his left thigh where he forces it down upon some sort of thick tube seemingly strapped to his thigh. It is only when I notice the heat it is generates does it dawn on me that it is not a tube at all, but his enormous penis. I balk and try to pull away.
"Oh no you don't Bitch, that there's your new best friend, your new reason for living, the main reason you get up every day. For from now on you is a total bitch slave to my beautiful black cock. Let me hear you say it bitch, tell me what the single most important thing in your whole wide sissy world is, and tell me proper."
While issuing this shocking edict, he has been working my hand up and down the considerable length of his monstrous trouser snake. Even with the hideous acrylic nails, painted the obligatory vivid pink of course, my hand can barely encompass its girth and it has to be a good six to eight inches long flaccid. Oh my God, what has Emily got me in to?
Pushing back such concerns for the moment, I dutifully swallow my pride and recite, complete with compulsory lisp and syntax "Thank you Master, the most important thing in this sissy's whole wide world is your big black cock."
"Good, but louder."
Again I repeat "Thank you Master, the most important thing in this sissy's whole wide world is your big black cock."
"Louder!"
"Thank you Master, the most important thing in this sissy's whole wide world is your big black cock."
"Again!"
"Thank you Master, the most important thing in this sissy's whole wide world is your big black cock." By now the majority of the people in our immediate area are staring at me open mouthed or just plain openly laughing at my seemingly willing subjugation and servitude to this giant of a man.
"Good girl, now use both hands."
"What? Oh, yes at once, sorry master." I have to turn forty-five degrees to accommodate this last instruction, causing my short skirt to slip yet further up my white clad thigh and me to slid yet closer to my aggressor. With both hands now employed running up and down his growing length, I am powerless to prevent my sliding up and against him, my angled body molding against his while my upturned face presses in to his chest and neck. 'My Gog' I think, it must look like I am totally feasting on him!
I do my best to filter out the ribald heckling from the three girls at the bar, now backs turned to the bar so as to better enjoy the spectacle I am providing, as I commence to massage his manhood with both my pink taloned hands
Ignoring my obvious discomfort as his disgusting penis stirs further below my reluctant ministrations he continues "So before we get started on the new you' Sissy, tell me about the old you, and make damned certain you follow the rules we've established so far. Now answer me these questions, and don't even think bout lying to me you hear?"
"Yes Master"
"So, you ever been with a man before Sissy?"
Blushing still deeper red, I answer in the negative.
"Oh I see, just unrealized fantasies, well that's cool." A single hand, palm held outwards, silences my objections. "When you're not out trawling for black cock, what do you do Sissy?"
I stammer "I'm a, I mean Sissy is a programmer, a computer programmer..."
"I know what a fucking programmer is" he growls "Which company do you work for?"
"Sissy is self-employed Master"
"Oh, so you work from home then?"
"Yes Master, Sissy has a small office in her... in Sissy's condo..." Did I really just refer to myself as a `her?!
"Perfect, I see young Emily chose well..."
With a sickening lurch in the pit of my stomach I realized I had been truly set up, that Emily, and quite likely Winston too, had planned my demise well in advance, that I was merely a pawn, albeit an unknowing one, in the schemes.
Ignoring my increased discomfort Winston pressed with this unending ,list of questions, "Do you have any family in the area?" No. "Had I ever been with a black man or woman before?" No. "Oh, so you're a racist then?" No, I... "What was the biggest cock I'd sucked?" But I never... "Did I like anal?" No! "We'll see about that. How big was my clitty" seeing my look of incomprehension he added "Your cockette, that pathetic thing you have between your legs?"
When I hesitated to, partly through shame of my tiny size I will admit, he blew up, grabbed my wrist and before I could voice an objection had hauled me in to his lap. Thankfully sitting in it and not across it prior to a public spanking as I'd feared. My relief was short lived as he unceremoniously thrust my legs apart, thrust his hand up between my splayed thighs and proceeded to pull down my tights and panties in the front revealing my freshly denuded crotch (thanks again Emily!) to the flabbergasted stares of the partiers around us.
My mouth was formed in a perfect 'O' as my cheeks flared a brilliant red as he commenced to free my shamed cock and balls from their previous position pinned tightly beneath me. "Oh my, I can see why you feel you're more female than male Sissy, these really are pathetic!"
My ready loaded objections that this had gone far enough were lost at the sting of this wretched comment as, taking my 'manhood' between a thick finger and thumb, he pulled painfully upon it "I think we might even consider gender realignment surgery, you've got so little too lose poor lass. No wonder you're so frustrated, this thing's tiny!"
I was helpless. I could only sit there, leaning back off balance into the chest of this monster, legs akimbo, to show all and sundry my pathetically small genitalia as I was all too aware of his monstrous manhood as it did it's level best to lift my physically from his lap. Locking my feet beneath his huge calves, Winston moved his hands under my blouse, pulling it free from the waist of my skirt, and proceeded a most public exploration of my artificially bolstered chest while I was powerless to do anything about these ever increasing liberties.
"We'll have to see about getting these plastic titties replaced with some real ones" he cooed before locking his lips over my unprotected neck and sucking hard enough to draw the blood to the surface in a vivid hickey. Releasing his bite before selecting another spot on my pale skin, he cooed "Yes. I like some big ol' silicone jus on my bitches, with bog ol' pointy nipples that'll take your eye out if you not careful. How you like that Sugar, how you like some big ol' titties that make ALL the men stare at you with hunger?"
I could think of few things more unpleasant, but could physically sense the challenge he'd left hanging, just daring me to answer in the negative. Fighting back a sob that I knew would only anger him, I lisped my answer "Yes please Master, Sissy would love some big titties to make the man stare at her..."
"Good girl" he cooed, before defiling yet another spot on my neckline. "Maybe we get you a nice ol' fat ass to go with it, I loves my bitches to pack a little junk in the trunk you know! Get them hips o' yours filled out a bit too, I know a great Doctor down in Tijuana who do all this work, and get them lips padded out a little better for sucking on my cock, he's cheap, fast and always available since he lost his license to work Stateside. Oh yes, I see us spending a few weeks with the good Doctor Wu, het you all tricked out just the way I like `me."
While one hand continued a most open exploration of my chest, my red bra clearly visible to any not too disgusted by the display we were providing, his other began an equally indiscreet manipulation of my groin under my short skirt which was stretched around my splayed hips so as to provide little or no cover. This time his ministrations were gentle as he massaged my bared genitalia, all the while alternately feeding upon my pale neck, asking vile questions, or the worst, muttering visions of my future under his `protection.'
His comment, "Once Emily has finished with your apartment, not even you will recognize it" scared me silly, how much planning had gone into my once seemingly innocent party date with Miss Emily? Sure, I though it a really mean trick to convince me to dress up like a little girl so we could head on out to a fictitious fancy costume party, but now I was coming to realize that was just the tip of the iceberg. As Winston told me how, even as we sat there and he slowly stroked my poor naked cockette so that it had no alternative but to inevitably respond to his ministrations, Emily was even now arranging for the disposal of my every male garment to some thrift shop I'd never have hear of, and how, after redecorating my rooms in the frilliest, prettiest, pinks, yellows and powder blues, my closet drawers were being restocked with an assorted combination of garish sissy frills and white trash hooker attire. How my driving license, passport and even rental agreement for my apartment was being reissued in my new identity; that of Sissy Bleaujorb!
As he went on to describe the hideous regimen of female hormones and other drugs that would become my daily routine, of continued hypnosis therapy to bury hidden commands and mannerisms deep within my subconscious, ensuring I would unwittingly act, move and behave as the wanton cock serving sissy he wanted at all times, of the painful surgeries I had ahead to mold me in to this sickos vision of the perfect sexual slave. While all this was being outlined to me, he continued to manipulate me to my tiny state of arousal.
"See Sissy, we knew this is what you deep down sought, the lifestyle that you secretly, maybe even unconsciously desired. Oh you might deny it now, but you'll see, this is what you really need in your meaningless life, a strong man to take command of your pathetic life, to make you his, to make you serve what you've always really wanted, to serve a Masterful Big Black Cock" and with that, despite the many looks of scorn and derision I was receiving spread wide upon his lap for all to see and ridicule, I came, my tiny cock twitching furiously as it shot my sallow seed into my panties and tights.
Maybe he was right...
Possibly to be continued...
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