A Weak Man

A WEAK MAN ? A developing story of domination and forced feminization By The Scallywags ? AKA Candy Runt ? AKA?

A slowly evolving story that I may, or may not, continue. Started as a series of notes that I have gradually ?fleshed out?. Regardless, enjoy it for what it is.

Introduction:

Andy, a weak willed young man moves into a new apartment atop the garage of one of the larger houses in the small town of Notown. Here he is unmercifully bullied by his neighbor and landlord, George and his two sons, Tom 18, and aged Fez 15

One evening, his landlord, realizing he is spineless and will not stand up for himself, calls him a sissy and bullies him into dressing up in George?s deceased wife?s clothes and shoes, and then makes him prance around speaking in a high-pitched lisp. Realizing he is on to a good thing. George makes Andy act as their maid, running around looking after them, making them lunch, serving them drinks, doing their laundry, etc., while they lounge around their pool all weekend.

George then bullies Andy into a shopping trip at a thrift store in one of the less salubrious neighborhoods. Here he makes Andy look at every single item of feminine underwear, telling George exactly what he thinks of each item, before George harangues him into selecting and purchasing his least favorite, the skimpiest or downright sluttiest items, ending up with Andy having to spend over $100 on a whole host of used and unmistakably slutty women?s underwear.

Upon returning to his once private apartment, Andy is forced to throw out all his male underwear and then carefully and neatly place each item in his dresser drawers, not even being allowed to wash it first. From that day on Andy is only allowed to wear the gaily colored thongs and push-up bras under his normal clothes at all times, including while he is at work.

George also makes him visit a local nail salon to get a manicure and have his toenails painted, making Andy seemingly chose a vivid pink color for his toes, but letting him off with only a slightly glittered clear lacquer for his now slightly pointed shaped fingernails.

Seeing he is incapable of standing up to him, George continues to bully Andy, forcing him into ever more humiliating situations, including a visit to the town?s only mall, located right across from his office, one lunch time to choose and peruse the entire selection of female swimwear available before selecting the one George had already told him to buy before he entered the mall; a skimpy yellow string tied bikini.

Andy then has to wear the tight-fitting thong bikini sunbathing in their adjoined yard every evening and weekend, spending a minimum of one hour each day gaining ever more visible tan lines. As Andy?s small yard is overlooked by George?s house and runs alongside a public alley, this causes Andy great duress as he lies upon his lounger clad only in the tiny little yellow bikini listening to strangers pass within a few feet of the terrified boy.

Not satisfied with this torment, George elects to have Andy kill time while sunbathing, by folding all of George?s family?s laundry (which he had already had to wash), read endless teenage girls? magazines, taking copious notes in a little pink notebook of any fashion and makeup tips, and anything that will help him ?attract the boys?.

George then calls Andy up and has him walk around to the front of his house, still wearing nothing more than the pathetically inadequate bikini and a pair of George?s wife?s heels, to deliver their freshly folded laundry, before having him work in their front yard to weed the rose garden, all the while being exposed, sweating profusely, while trying in vain to maintain some level of modesty while wearing the humiliatingly too small bikini and heels beneath the sun?s hot tanning rays.

When Andy inevitably sports high contrast and unmistakably femme bikini tan lines, George makes Andy signup for a course of total body electrolysis hair removal. Here Andy is forced to undress revealing his slutty pink undies, ultra-femme tan lines and brightly painted toe nails to the technician, Deb 21. Quickly realizing how easily he can be manipulated, Deb delights in tormenting Andy by calling some friends up and having them sit in to see the wimp squirm before their unremitting gaze as she permanently removes every hair follicle from his tanned skin. All of them relishing telling him what a little ?cock tease? he is, or telling him how pretty or whorish he looks, taking great pleasure in having him write down their lewd suggestions as to how he can make himself ?hotter? to ?really turn the boys on?, even going so far as to have him practice a few ?pick-up lines? or saucy gestures, endlessly crossing and re-crossing his legs in a manner guaranteed to provide anyone looking on a generous view of his now denuded pecker!

Eventually all of Andy?s body hair, excepting that on his head, his eyelashes and now heavily modified eyebrows, and the area above his ?Peter Clit? (which Deb delights in telling him he will need to regularly visit her to have waxed!) is completely smooth and devoid of hair, further accentuating his androgynous body, complete with unmistakable bikini lines. Deb sells him some sickly smelling lotion with strict instructions that he is to rub it in to every inch of his body every morning after his shower. She also provides him instructions on how to shave the little hair she has left around his tiny pecker.

By this time George has Andy living his life, apart from during working hours, always dressed in slutty female attire he has been made to acquire through multiple trips to thrift shops located in the most insalubrious areas of town, where not surprisingly, the least conservative, most threadbare and slutty clothes are to be found. Andy, or Candy as George and his boys now always refer to him, (he is also made to use this name and refer to himself always in the third party, as in ?Yes, Candy likes that? or ?can you pass Candy the wine please), is made to canvas the neighborhood homes and to offer to hand wash all the ladies ?delicates? for free.

Despite the obviously kinky connotations such an offer suggests, a surprisingly large number of his neighbors take him up on his offer, although many dismiss him as some sort of pervert. So, each evening, after the obligatory sunbathing session, Andy gets to spend a couple of hours gently hand washing an endless succession of pretty silk panties, brassieres, slips, camisoles, nighties and other flimsy but sexy apparel, before pegging them out on a line in his small back garden so that it is always a riot of gaily colored pretty frilly lady?s undergarments. This inevitably draws sniggers and unkind comments from his other neighbors who have predictably seen him ?prance around? his home dressed up as slutty teenager or wearing his little yellow bikini.

Andy is predictably suffering a lot of abuse at work where his brightly colored and clearly discernible padded bras have inevitably not gone unnoticed and are resulting in a great deal of ribbing from colleagues, causing the strict owner, Ms. Stephanie to suddenly question his ability to perform the same job he?s being doing fine at for the past two years. So she assigns him an ?assistant, the bossy Beth.

Beth quickly realizes that Andy?s dilemma is entirely due to his naturally submissive personality, and sets about exploiting his weakness to great effect. Within a couple of weeks Beth has so brow beaten the poor boy that he is doing his job, but letting her take full credit for it, so it soon appears to everyone in the office that Beth is running the show, with Andy little more than her gopher.

Beth further undermines his position by constantly referring to him in demeaning terms such as ?Pet?, ?Poppet?, ?Sweety? and also adopting George?s feminization of his name, calling him Candy. This name is soon adopted by Andy?s less friendly colleagues, many of whom were, until recently, counted among Andy?s friends, but who now delight in having him perform mundane chores for them, such as photocopying documents, filing, and going to buy their lunch.

Andy?s originally quite long hair continues to grow and is now past his shoulders and definitely has a natural wave that is exaggerated by Beth having him constantly sit at his desk brushing it out until it crackles with static electricity.

George makes him check-in to the local ladies? hair dressers to get it colored and permed. While there, he is also instructed to seek advice on makeup, taking copious notes in his pink note book, before heading off, blonde curls shimmering, to the local mall to acquire the tasteless cosmetics the bemused ladies recommend he acquire to complete the ?wanton teenager? look George made him ask for advice on.

With his hair now ash blonde and tightly coiffured, Andy? looks, at best, a sissified male, a fact George exaggerates further by making the poor boi throw out all his pants and replace them with tight fitting women?s slacks. He is forced to scour the local thrift shops to acquire cheap, tight fitting lady?s slacks with no pockets or front fly, but must zip up at the side or back and, most importantly, must be unmistakably feminine in their cut, ideally in bright or lighter pastel colors.

This lack of pockets means Andy must also procure a purse to keep his wallet ? soon replaced with a clearly girlish ?Hello Kitty? pocketbook, keys and other possessions in. George makes sure that his purse, an ageing turquoise affair, is one he cannot wear over his shoulder, but must either clutch in his hand or carry in the crook of his arm. It has a sticky zipper that jams, meaning Andy must either leave it open, revealing its humiliating contents to all and sundry, or must risk spilling those contents everywhere when the zip suddenly comes free.

George makes Andy sign up for hormone replacement therapy, as well as evening courses with a local Madame, who delights in forcing him to learn how to walk and act like a woman, albeit a thoroughly whorish version of one, teetering upon impossibly high heels and swinging his hips in an exaggerated manner, all the while wearing tightly restrictive or too short skirts. Time and time again Andy is made to sashay around the room, sitting and standing in the most feminine, and at the same time, provocative manner and to generally act in a thoroughly immodest manner at all times. With George insisting he move and act in the same manner at all times when home or anywhere outside of the office, Andy inevitably starts to move in this conspicuously feminine manner unconsciously at all times.

Andy is also made to purchase an old VHS copy of Jane Fonda?s workout tape and three noticeably too tight leotards, tights and tawdry leggings. He is then directed to get up early every day and perform the complete 60-minute workout while dressed in the ill-fitting eighties workout garb. This inevitably gets the exhausted boy quickly into great shape, albeit not one he is eager to acquire.

Once he has completed the workout, he must administer a scented enema to himself. Here he mixes and warms a half gallon of perfume, oil (for lubrication), and powerful female hormones, and then fills two 4 quart bags with it. He carries this up to his bathroom, and after hanging it on the purpose installed hook, kneels on the floor and slips the nozzle between his ass cheeks. Then, face burning with shame at his pathetic submission, while literally girding his loins, he releases a quarter of a gallon of warm liquid into his colon. Here George's instructions are crystal clear, Andy must set a timer for ten minutes and perform jumping jacks in front of his bedroom window.

This serves multiple purposes, one it causes Andy the maximum discomfort and humiliation as he is forced to expose his naked body before the window, ass and tits jiggling lewdly as he leaps up and down, the fluid stretching and cramping him. It also lets? George watch the daily ritual ? if he can be bothered. Of course, anyone using the alley way beside Andy?s garage top apartment is also provided an unusual morning spectacle!

When at last this degradation is completed. Andy is permitted to empty himself of the first load, but then reload a second and repeat the process, this time performing ten minutes of toe touches with his posterior positioned towards the uncovered window.

Finally clean on both the inside and out, Andy begins the morning makeup application ritual, applying facial foundation, blush, eyeliner and lipstick before drenching himself in a sickening cloud of cloyingly feminine perfume. Upon texting George to indicate he is ready, George or one of his boys comes over to secure an ever-decreasing circumference corset or clincher around Andy?s noticeably slimming waist, the stays drawn ever tighter by the struggling males.

Andy then is handed a pair of too tight panties to force small ?package? into, then work the tightly stretched women?s slacks over his unmistakably widening hips and growing posterior. After struggling to secure the pants rear zipper, he must pop several unspecified pills that, deep down, Andy knows are female hormones, then eat half a grapefruit, a natural diuretic, for breakfast before he wiggles off to the bus stop ? forbidden to use his car by George.

Plugs & Tat?s:

To further embarrass the poor boi, George takes him to a local adult emporium to pick out a male chastity device and three different sized but plugs he is to use. George has him explain, in a loud voice and great detail, why he has selected each item and what he sees as the advantages and disadvantages of each model. George then has him acquire each item, asking the clerk if it OK if he uses one of the peep show booths to don the recently purchased items.

Once he?d paid the required $30, and with the stripper leaning in to watch while George directs the doleful boy, Andy lubricates the smaller, though still quite large, of the three butt plugs by pretending he?s giving it a lascivious blow job. The ageing stripper delights in giving him advice on how best to suck a cock, she then helps Andy in his attempt to gently insert it, before George slams it fully home with a painful slap of his large hand, causing Andy to leap in the air, squealing like a stuck pig!

Next, the pink chastity is slipped over his diminutive pecker and testes, locked positively into place with an oversized padlock provided by George who then pockets the only keys. With his panties and slacks worked back up over his spreading hips. Andy unconsciously waggles his hips due to the unfamiliar intruder stretching his virginal sphincter.

Andy quickly realizes that the hard-plastic chastity encasing his tiny dick and large padlock can be clearly discerned through the tightly stretched crotch of the light grey yoga pants Andy wears. Anyone sparing him anything more than a passing glance, cannot help but notice the definite lines of the hard plastic chastity and metal padlock that are being incommutably squished by the tightly stretched pants. George, of course, finds it all hilarious, and slaps Andy hard across his rump as they exit the store, having him walk down two blocks, all the while swinging his hips and ass in the most provocative manner, to wait there before George finally deems to stop and pick the poor self-conscious boi up.

George makes a big show of collecting Andy, picking him us as if he were a street whore, having him lean into the window, ass stuck out and wiggling seductively, before casting a quick look down the busy street, before sliding in next to his tormenting neighbor.

He is next made to suffer the indignity of entering a sleazy tattoo parlor, while dressed in a crop top and a pair of skin tight flared lady?s jeans to have his ears double pierced, along with his belly button and tongue. As this were not torture enough for the poor boi, George also insists he asks to have his eyes permanently lined in black ink.

Most disconcerting though is the request he has no choice but to give to the proprietor, a dirty great brute of biker scum, named Eric, that he come up with some ideas suitable for a tramp stamp in the small of Andy?s back. The lecherous leer of the man suggests it will not be something in Andy?s best interest.

Never the less, Andy is made to bend over the chair, unknowingly displaying his thong panty ?whale tail?, where the back appears from between his shapely buttocks before splitting off to either side above his low slung jeans.

For nigh on four and a half hours Andy, sits patiently as the thug indelibly marks his back. When at last he Is allowed to sit up and survey Eric?s handwork. It would be something of an understatement to say he was NOT delighted with the sight that greeted him!

For the whole abomination took up an area easily seven inches wide and four high. It comprised of vivid ink in black, light and dark blues and greens, red, orange and yellow. Whereas many tattoos comprise such flowery script, it is practically impossible to read the intended message, there was no mistaking this one, for in letters two inches tall read ?COCK GOBBLING SISSY SLUT? The letters were vibrant in red and outlines with red, and there could be no doubting Eric?s talent with the ink, for the flowers, fairies, butterflies and other girlish paraphernalia that surrounded the startling message, were wondrous in their detail.

Seeing how the androgynous young man squirmed in obvious discomfort, Eric tells Andy he?ll ?comp him a tat.? Having no idea what the man is talking about, Andy thanks him for his generosity, and so he is ordered to remove his pants. Andy does his best to wheedle his way out of this situation, but is powerless to resist the demanding artist, so soon find himself standing there wearing nothing more than a small pair of grey silk thong panties as the man tattoos something above his right ankle. When he is done, Andy is puzzled by the inverted black spade with a ?Q? in middle, but tanks the tattooist and leaves. It is only much later he learns that the tattoo signifies he is a slut for black cock!

Prettier:

Meanwhile, his shoes are gradually replaced with ever more feminine styles, typically low heeled Mary Janes which make it obvious he is now wearing hose in place of socks. As the height of his heels rise, so does the unquestionable feminine nature of his footwear, ankle straps and open toes all too often serving to show off whatever ?pretty? color George has insisted he paint his toe nails.

Inevitably Andy?s shirts are replaced by much silkier unmistakably feminine blouses, secured through further evenings spent trawling the local thrift shops, that do little to conceal the fact that he is now always wearing a corset or push-up brassiere, typically one selected by George in obvious contrast to whatever color blouse he is wearing that day; if the blouse is yellow, the brassiere is red, if the blouse if white, then the bra is a dark animal print, and always a push up to ensure there can be no missing his already developing bust line and perky little nipples.

As his blouses become more and more obviously feminine, he made to sew the top button holes closed, meaning he is unable to keep them done up enough to prevent his garish colored bra?s from being seen, or disguise the fact that the hormone replacement therapy is giving him the first signs of an obviously female bust. The addition of a large, loudly clanking heavy gold necklace further serves to push his top open and so draw unwanted attention to his growing bosom, while constantly reminding him of the fact that his chest is exposed.

The corset has been gradually whittling Andy?s waste, while the hormones are widening his hips. At the same time his shoes are now a minimum of three inch heels, often slip-ons that serve to embarrass him still further with their loud ?clip-clop? sound whenever he walks.

Beth delights in making some snide remark like ?Here comes our little cock gobbling? sissy, make sure your zipper is closed men, unless you want her pulling out your cock to feast on!? as Candy approaches.

The fact that his garishly painted toes are often visible through his ever present hose, usually stockings clipped to his waist cinching corset, when he is made to wear open toed shoes, further causes our victim shame.

Once Andy?s bust achieves B cup proportions, George tells him he will now no longer exclusively wear slacks, but dresses and skirts are be added to his wardrobe. That weekend is once again spent visiting every thrift shop within a ten-mile radius of his home to acquire a large wardrobe of sexy little miniskirts in all manner of gaudy patterns and colors, and an equally dazzling array of slutty spandex dresses, none of them with a hemline beyond mid-thigh

The following Monday George chooses Candy a too short and figure hugging leopard skin pattern dress with plunging neckline, all too often providing unintended flashes of his dazzling red push-up bra that serves to exaggerate his feminine charms yet further. The hem of his dress keeps sliding up his dark brown seamed stockings further mortifying the poor boi as his stocking tops keep catching the eyes of his male colleagues; one-time male friends but now relentless hecklers.

Doggy and Tits:

Andy?s breasts continued to grow at a very slow, hormone induced rate, a rate considered too slow by George, who sets about researching ways to accelerate their expansion.

This led to Andy having to perform a series of physical exercises during his morning workout. To ensure maximum embarrassment, George managed to source a frontless leotard/body shaper for Andy to wear while he performed a strenuous series of exercises intended to develop his pectoral muscles, as well as strengthen his shoulders and back. These exercises no doubt led to some small improvement, but it was still not enough for George, who would have stopped insisting Andy performs them every morning in front of his open bedroom window, were it not for the fact he so enjoyed watching the small boi working out with his burgeoning breasts jiggling and bouncing around so deliciously free of any constraint.

Further research led George to conclude that vacuum suction and weight might bring faster results, so before long he had Andy trying all manner of weird and wacky, and frequently quite painful methods of sucking his breasts into special cups before hanging weights off them.

It was his middle son, Tom who came up with the ultimate way to grow Andy's tits, while simultaneously insuring the helpless boi suffered the maximum degradation. Tom was always accompanied by his pet dog; the ugliest Pug you could imagine; Mr. Kibbles, a dog one who hated Andy with almost as much vehemence and loathing as Andy felt for the dog.

Watching Andy seemingly resting over a chair, his panty clad ass in the air while two weights swung below his vacuum trapped breasts, while two smaller vacuum cups were working to similarly increase his nipple size, Tom noticed how fascinated Mr. Kibbles appeared with Andy?s defenseless ass.

?Look, I think Mr. Kibbles wants a piece of Candy's ass!? he laughed. ?If only you were a dog bitch and not just a stupid sissy bitch Candy, you and Mr. Kibbles could get it on!?

George, sitting nearby watching the game, looked over with a look Candy had grown to fear. ?You know boy; you might just be on to something there.? Walking over to survey the helpless Candy, he walked around a couple of times surveying her helpless condition, before ordering ?Go get me those rolls of Ace bandage from the bathroom Tom?

Tom returned a few minutes later with several rolls of Ace bandage.

?Here bitch? barked George, ?pull your hands up to hold onto your shoulders.?

Andy reluctantly did as ordered.

?Wrap the bandage tightly round his arms so he?s stuck like that? that?s it? good. Now same with the other side.?

In a matter of minutes, Andy?s arms were securely bound so that his forearms were pressed tightly against his slim biceps.

?Stand up cunt? growled George, and Andy, always fearful of his older, taller and more powerful neighbor, did exactly as he was told, standing until George ordered him to ?Now kneel down, that?s it. Now lean forward so that you take your upper weight on your elbows.?

Once Andy was indeed resting his entire upper body weight on his tightly bound arms, George told Tom ?Now do the same with his legs. Pull his feet up so they?re touching his ass, then bind them with the bandage. Here, let me help.?

And so, in a few short minutes, Andy was reduced from a free standing biped to something more akin to a? to a dog! His feet were trapped up against his buttocks so that his entire weight was supported by his elbows and knees.

Swatting Andy?s defenseless ass with a large hand he ordered ?Go on cunt, let?s see you move around a bit.?

Sobbing with the humiliation, and all too aware of the weights swinging painfully from the cups vacuum sealed to his flourishing breasts, Andy managed to waddle around the room, all swaying tits and wiggling panty clad ass.

?Oh that?s good? laughed George, ?we gotta do this again boy!?

Andy did not share his enthusiasm, especially when Mr. Kibbles returned to sniffing his vulnerable ass, now far more accessible due to Andy?s reduced height. The dogs cold nose pressing up against the satin red panties covering the boi?s exposed bottom.

?Ha? guffaws Tom ?I think Mr. Kibbles definitely fancies a go at Candy's ass Dad, do you think he could manage it?

?There?s only one way to find out son.? laughed his dad, ?Get her drawers off and let?s let them loose in the back yard!?

?No!? screamed Candy as Tom moved to remove the pitiful protection of his panties, ?You can?t? please George? Don?t? please!? he whined.

But there was on compassion in George?s eyes, none at all as he said ?And stuff those panties in its mouth, I don?t see why we should have to listen to its whining!?

Only too happy to oblige, Tom ripped the red panties providing any?s only protection, and before he could move, had stuffed them in his mouth, that was still agape from the shock of having his tiny panties ripped forcibly from him.

?One pair of knickers isn?t nearly big enough for this cock sucking mouth Dad!? laughed Tom, for Andy?s tiny thong panties barely filled his mouth such was their diminutive size.

?Looking around the room, George's eyes fell upon the plastic bag of their neighbor?s laundry that Andy had collected for tonight?s wash. With a wicked grin, he picked it up and told Tom to ?Bring that last roll of bandage here son, I got just the thing!?

Although Andy knew what was coming, he was powerless to either escape or resist, his arms being tightly bound, as were his legs, but still he made a bolt for the door, achieving nothing more than providing his attackers with a good laugh as he waddled helplessly before them. With Tom holding his head by his pigtails, George was easily able to force open his mouth and tightly force six pairs of his neighbors dirty panties into Andy?s mouth, before using another roll of Ace bandage to hold them all tightly in place. Andy?s mouth was filled with the highly scented and flavorsome most intimate underwear from several of his neighbors.

?One more pair for luck? laughed Tom as he forced a particularly expensive looking pair of dark blue semitransparent string sided panties over Andy?s head, and after positioning them so that the gusset was directly over his nose and mouth, retied them tightly around his head. The result was limited vision as well as still more strongly feminine odors assaulting the poor boy?s senses.

With direction comprising of a series of painful slaps to his exposed bottom, Andy was guided out of the house and into the expansive back yard where, at least the grass was easier on his knees and elbows. However, any relief was short lived as Mr. Kibbles renewed his amorous assault upon the nigh on helpless boi.

George and Tom roared with laughter at the spectacle of the poor boi, weighted tits swinging and knocking together beneath him, pink chastity device jiggling beneath his taped legs, tried to helplessly escape Mr. Kibbles obviously amorous advances as he yapped and yipped behind him.

If Andy thought matters could not get any worse, he was soon to be sadly disposed of that idea when, letting his guard down for a moment, his obstructed vision permitted Mr. Kibbles to corner him near the kitchen door. It was too late before Andy realized he had made a wrong turn down a small alley where the food trash cans were stored alongside the low wall. Unable to turn, Mr. Kibbles easily moved up behind him and, before Andy could react, had leapt up with his front legs positioned across Andy?s rump and commenced furiously trying to mount him!

Needless to say George and Tom thought it hilarious as they turned on the outside lights to better illuminate and record the spectacle of the pitiable boy being dry humped by a Pug while fighting to keep his balance upon bound knees and elbows and so prevent himself from being driven into the piles of rotting kitchen waste he and the dog were wallowing in. All the while his noticeably larger, albeit very sore breasts were swinging and swaying beneath the cavorting couple as Mr. Kibbles repeatedly jumped up trying desperately to bury his little Pug cock in Andy?s unprotected bottom, which wriggled so enticingly but just out of reach.

As he continued to try and escape his helpless predicament atop the wasted food pile, Andy realized he might be actually grateful for the multiple pairs of soiled panties that filled his dry mouth and covered his nose and face. He tried time and time again, but always without success to escape the dual phone cameras capturing every nuance of his debasement at the hands, and oh so nearly cock, of the diminutive dog. He could actually feel the vile thing, free of its sheath jabbing him in the upper thighs, and on more than one occasion even making contact with his exposed asshole!

?We?ll have to get him a ramp next time we do this.? Commented George, though Andy really hoped he was joking? he was, wasn?t he?

Eventually Tom pulled an exhausted Mr. Kibbles off the now filthy and sweat drenched boi and led him indoors. Leaving Andy to slowly back himself out of the cul-de-sac he?d so stupidly entered. George stood nearby, laughing at the footage of Andy?s near dog-rape he?d recorded on his phone. ?This is priceless cunt. There has to be a market for this sort of stuff, there have to sick perverts like you who?d pay good money for sick shit like this, I think you might prove a good little earner for us bitch.

?And let?s see if this has been as successful on your tits as I think it might be?? George grabbed one platinum pig tail and held Candy still while none too gently prizing one of the larger suction cups from Candy's breast with an audible hiss.

?Well fuck me!? he cried as he surveyed the vacuum purpled breast, ?that?s quite a noticeable improvement there Candy! We are definitely going to have to do this again! The new pills and injections, the exercise and time as Mr. Kibble?s bitch is definitely the way to go. Now let?s see if your nipple has grown as much?? The smaller cup was twisted painfully from Candy's nipple, causing her to grunt into her panty gag. ?Oh yes, there?s a noticeable improvement here too slut!?

Candy cried soundlessly as he removed the cups from his other breast, the cool night air serving to stimulate his noticeably engorged nipples.

?I think you like being Kibbles doggy bitch, look at how your nipples are so erect!? he taunted, noticing the poor boi?s condition and reaching down to almost sensually massage and squeeze Andy?s undoubtedly feminine breasts, ?We will definitely be doing this again dog slut!?

Andy sobbed into Mrs. Thomas? panties and tried to move away to reenter George's house.

?Oh no you don?t? he cautioned, squeezing painfully upon Andy?s already sore boobs. ?Let?s hose you off before we let you back inside, you?re a filthy little cunt and stink as bad as you look.? He then turned the garden hose on Andy, loving the way the helpless boi tried to escape the blasts of frigid water by trying to run away on his elbows and knees, failing as miserably as was roving normal for Andy these days.

When he?d finally tired of torturing Andy, George led him back onto the lawn with the command, ?OK, I want to record you pissing like the little dog slut you are, so go on over to the garage and cock a leg like a happy puppy and piss, but why don?t you stop on the way there at the cherry tree there and make like Mr. Mr. Kibbles and have a good sniff around its base.?

The cherry tree was, of course, Mr. Mr. Kibbles favorite spot to pee.

?Oh and make sure you act like a happy little dog while you?re doing all this, and wag that slutty little doggy ass of yours! Got it cunt??

His ferocious tone brooked no resistance, and so sobbing into Mrs. Thomas? midnight blue panties, Andy did his best happy dog wiggle over to the cherry tree, his attempts to wag his bottom causing his little testes to swing between his tightly bound legs and to bounce against the hard pink plastic sheath of his chastity. George missed none of his degradation, following too closely with his camera phone and capturing every nuance from his panty masked face, to his breast jiggling beneath him.

Trying his very best not to throw up, and then proceeded to stick his face where he knew Tom's vile dog frequently urinated, all the time trying to wag his defenseless ass like a happy little puppy, while ignoring George's ever present camera and lewd comments.

After several minutes of such behavior, during which Andy could not mistake the musty smell of dog urine, even through the multiple panties covering his mouth, George ordered him over to the garage, atop which Andy?s apartment was.

Here Andy compliantly cocked his left leg as best he could, given his bondage, and proceeded to let flow a much needed stream of piss while George made certain to record very second of his slave?s disgusting actions. Unfortunately, the chastity device served to disrupt the flow, causing a good deal of it to divert and so run down Andy?s legs, soaking the Ace bandages securing his lower leg to his thighs.

Three days later, George gave Andy a beautifully gift wrapped box. ?Go on, open it!? he chided the clearly confused boi stood before him dressed up in the fetish French Maid?s outfit George stipulated he wear while over at their house to do the cleaning.

Andy used his one-inch light blue painted nail to tear open the wrapping, revealing a jewelry box beneath. Surely George wasn?t buying him jewelry?

Needless to say, this was not the case. For as Andy opened the box, lying inside was a bright pink, glitter stone studded dog collar.

George relished the look of consternation upon his victim face as he ordered ?Read the tag!?

Andy picked up the half inch wide leather collar and turned it to read the silver tag, complete with dog bone affixed through the loop securing the heart shaped tag to the collar. ?Mr. Kibbles Doggy Bitch read the clearly legible engraved message.

?Here? offered George ?let me help you put it on to make sure it fits. He took the wretched thing from Andy?s shaking hands and moved behind him. Andy felt the cool leather encircle his throat, followed by George buckling it in back. ?How?s that fit bitch?? he inquired.

Candy dutifully answered as required, ?That feels good Daddy, Candy thanks you.?

?Good? he replied before Candy heard the unmistakable ?snick? of a padlock closing. ?Let?s see how it looks then? said George, before having Candy turn around, the little bone chiming melodically against the heart tag. He then took several photos with his phone of Andy assuming different poses, such as holding his hands up before his in a classic doggy begging pose.

?You?ll wear that from now on, let everyone know you?re a little doggy bitch, got it??

Fighting back the all too familiar sobs, Andy obediently answered ?Yes Daddy??

?Good? he answered, obviously satisfied by Andy?s subservience, ?and while you?re at it, the next time you and Mr. Kibbles have ?play time? together, you can wear this!? with a smile of pure malice, he produced a furry dog tail butt plug. ?At least you can wear it until Mr. Kibbles needs to, shall we say, needs to replace it with something else!?

Sitting Down:

Andy grew to wish he?d never mentioned to Beth how he hated the way his wretched chastity sheath made it impossible for him to pee standing up, requiring his to always need line up for a cubicle so he could pee sitting down ?like a girl?.

Beth immediately let everyone in the office know about his discontentment with not being able to stand, and issued an edict that from now on Andy, or rather Candy, was only to use the lady?s lavatory for ?her? ablutions. This inevitably led to him being chided unmercifully by both his male and female colleagues, the latter of which took great delight in tormenting him whenever they caught him in the restrooms, insisting they help him with some aspect of feminine ablutions, be it ?helping? him apply too much makeup, insisting on helping him insert a tampon or check his butt plug was correctly fitted, and the hilarious action of occasionally tucking the rear hem of Andy?s skirt or dress into the waistband of his panties, thus affording everyone a unplanned view of his luscious golden tanned ass cheeks.

But it was one of his old buddies, Alden, who came up with the worst torment, for he elected to ?help? Andy with the issue of him missing being able to stand whilst peeing by coming up with the ingenious idea that Andy would help him, Alden, in the act.

So Andy was made to enter the once familiar, but now foreign confines of the men?s toilet, whereupon, with hands on hips, Alden would stand before the urinal with Andy standing very close behind him. Andy would then have to reach around the front of Alden and unzip his fly, then gritting his teeth in revulsion, fish out Alden?s member and hold it whilst Alden relieved himself. All the while Andy was forced to press himself uncomfortably close into Alden?s back, unnaturally aware of his ever prominent nipples unconsciously stiffening as they rubbed against the man?s back, while he gingerly held his free flowing cock. Upon a word from Alden, Andy would gently shake his cock to remove any excess urine, before gently replacing it within the confines of the man?s boxers, before zipping up his fly and, after giving Alden?s crotch a gentle squeeze, release him so he could go back to ?meaningful work? while Andy was forced to scurry off to the ladies restroom to wash his hands.

Needless to say, word of this ?service? soon spread, and before long Andy was providing ?bathroom service, to more than half the male employees, as well as a fair few of the female ones who delighted in having Andy squeeze into the cubicle beside them ready to provide his ?wiping? service once they?d finished.

One particularly foul individual was Dave Gohen, who, at close to three hundred pounds, was too impossibly rotund for Candy to reach around from behind to hold his pecker while he urinated. So Dave insisted Candy join him in the larger handicapped stall in the Men?s toilet, and here she had to kneel on the filthy floor before him, then reach up take out his little cock and hold it while he peed, inevitably somehow managing to get Candy?s manicured hand wet with his fetid pee. Then he would stand before the still kneeling sissy, make her kiss the tip of his foul smelling cock, ensuring she removed any remaining drips with her luscious lips, before permitting her to reposition his cock within the confines of his not-too-clean underwear, zip him up and then follow him out of the stall while attempting to brush unknown filth from her nylon clad knees.

The Meeting:

Andy had no idea how it happened, but one day the event he?d feared most occurred. He was just returning from his window cleaning duties, the front of his ivory blouse soaked to the point of being completely translucent, his unconstrained breasts clearly displayed as they swung and jiggled within the clinging silken material.

He saw that Beth had a visitor in his? he must stop referring to it in that way, it was Beth?s office now, his work space was a small glass topped desk, painted the obligatory pink that heralded so much of his life now, and a pink chair especially modified to always lean backwards so as to lift his feet off the floor, making it nigh on impossible for him to sit with his knees pinned together.

He paid Beth and her visitor no heed as he gently and uneasily settled his hormone enlarged posterior into the chair, his ass sliding back upon the highly polished wood, causing him to unwittingly lift his feet off the floor and unintentionally splay his silken thighs, an act made even more uncomfortable due to the large butt being unpleasantly forced yet further up his distended bottom, and did his best to type up the reports without damaging his hideous, but he had to admit, beautifully painted Barbie one-inch fingernails.

He was clicking away upon the hideous Hello Kitty keyboard Beth insisted he use when she and her visitor exited her office and stood before him, looking up expectantly, Andy could not have been more shocked as he saw Beth standing beside an equally grinning George!

?Hello Candy, bet you didn?t expect to see me here, did you cunt?? he snickered.

?Um, no Daddy? he obediently answered, before continuing in the same vein, ?Candy did not expect to see you here??

?Oh how delightful? laughed Beth, ?you?ve got it answering you in the third person, Candy, petal, you just have to start answering everyone here in the same way, you understand??

Blushing furiously, Andy looked down in shame as he answered ?Yes Beth, Candy understands.?

?And another thing? she resumed, ?I want an honorific title like ?Daddy? here, how about you call me Mommy from now on.? This last part was issued as a statement, brokering no argument.

Was she serious, how could someone who was officially Andy?s assistant make him refer to her as his Mommy? But swallowing what little pride remained, Andy swallowed hard before answering ?Yes? yes Mommy, Candy will be happy to honor you so??

?Good? she gleamed, ?Now George here has been telling me about some of the fun he and the boys ? you know Fez is only fifteen Candy? Why that technically makes you guilty of statutory rape, you better hope the authorities never find about it, hadn?t you, you little whore??

Wallowing in his shame, Andy submissively trotted out the only acceptable answer available to him ?Yes? Mommy, Candy had better be careful? a careful little whore??

?Yes you had, you little slut you. I was hearing all about what a wonderful service you perform for your neighbors by hand washing all their delicates. Tell me Candy, do you get off being able to handle all those sexy undies that real women wear??

Burning crimson with the unending shame, he once again provided the answer she sought. ?Yes Mommy? Candy loves feeling all those delicate? panties and lingerie that those? those real ladies wear.?

?And George tells me you like to select the prettiest pair to wear yourself, is that true Candy??

Face burning the now usual shade of red, Candy answered in the affirmative.

?And tell me poppet, do you wear them before or after you?ve washed them??

There was no point him telling the why; that George insisted she chose the prettiest, or sometimes the dirtiest pair, so Candy merely answered ?Candy wears them before she washes them? Mommy.?

?I bet you do, you filthy little degenerate whore, well from now on, you can collect my panties at the end of each night and then bring them back to me, freshly laundered the next day!?

?Yes Mommy?

?And George darling here was just telling me that you?re a homophobe and a racist! How can such a pathetic little sissy like you judge yourself superior to anyone??

?But that?s not??

Andy?s protest as to his innocence was cut short by George loudly proclaiming ?Oh come on, just the other day you called the pizza delivery boy the ?N? word, and you know you never liked that fag we saw on the television the other night!?

None of this was true, but Andy could see George was pushing all of Beth's buttons for she was known as a great champion of civil liberties, and came down very hard on anyone who displayed any sort of discrimination.

?Well we will see about that!? she harrumphed, ?I think I know just the person to sort you out young lady!

?But I?? once again Andy?s protests were cut off short.

Beth continued unabashed ?And I was just telling George what a wonderful service you perform helping your male colleagues to urinate. Don?t you think it would be a good idea for you to show him first hand? oh, I just made a pun! Giggle, giggle! Why don?t you show him your trick and let him see how helpful you can be Candy??

Intro To Oral:

And so Andy unquestioningly followed George into the gentlemen?s toilet. Here George selected one of the cubicles over the urinal candy normally had to perform her ?trick? at, but as she moved in behind him like a good little submissive he growled ?Nah, I want you sat here in front of me bitch?

Fearing the worse, Candy squeezed past him until she stood facing him, her back to the toilet.

?Well go on you stupid cunt, lift your skirt, drop your drawers and squat!?

Fighting back a sob of shame, Candy did as she was bade, wriggling to work her short skirt up over her burgeoning hips before pulling her panties down around her knees and sitting upon the cold toilet seat.

Reaching down, George took the two sides of her semitransparent blouse in his calloused hands and ripped it open, several button flying noisily around the cramped toilet cubicle. George roughly took a hold of Candy's hot pink push-up bra, tearing the front clasp apart, laughing cruelly at the poor boi?s startled face as her breasts tumbled free.

?There, that?s better. You?re growing a nice rack there Candy, be a shame for me not to get to enjoy them while I take a piss, now be a good little cock gobbler? he taunted, ?and sit back so I can enjoy the sight of your quivering tits while you take my cock out.?

All too conscious of more than one camera phone pointing down at him from atop the toilets low wall, Candy moved his daintily manicured hand to George?s zipper while his overbearing landlord continued ?And while you?re at it, tell me what a lovely cock it is, tell me how you?ve never seen such a beauty, how you?d love to be able to suck it until it filled your slutty little mouth with gorgeous semen. Make sure I?m left in no doubt that you absolutely love how my cock looks and feels in my hand, and use that little girl lisp I heard you using on Tom the other night.?

And so Andy slowly extricated George's not inconsiderable cock from the warm confines of his white boxer shorts, all the while cooing, in the most effeminate girly lisp he could manage, what a gorgeous cock it was, how he?s just love to be allowed to shower it with kisses before placing it in his hot little mouth and sucking upon it until it shot bucket loads of ooey-gooey jism for him to drink down!

Once it was free of George's pants, held trembling in Andy?s exquisitely manicured trembling hand, mere inches from the feeble boi?s face, George issued further instructions. ?There?s a good little cock sucker. Now what I want you to do is to direct my pee between your legs? But you must make certain your little armor clad Peter-clit gets a good drenching in my piss! You understand cunt??

Physically sobbing now, the pathetic boi meekly nodded his ascension as George?s cock began a powerful stream of scalding piss. Loathing his inadequate nature, Andy carefully directed the jet so that it drenched her plastic clad penis and splashed upon her tan stocking tops, up onto her little pink miniskirt, and down into her yellow polka dot panties stretched so tightly between her knees. All were soon spattered or dripping with George's caustic smelling urine.

Finally the torrent became a stream, then a dribble until, at last, it ceased its flow completely.

?Good girl Candy? cooed George, ?now lick it dry then give it a little kiss and put him back?

Andy gingerly extended his pink tongue until it touched the tipoff George's penis, the taste of his urine salty, before he moved forward to shower little butterfly kisses upon his glans, each contact leaving traces of his powder pink lipstick upon the darker skin of George's glans.

?Christ, this is too good an opportunity to miss? he laughed as he grabbed two handfuls of Candy's platinum curls and forced Andy?s mouth over and onto his cock. Candy's eyes shot wide open in shock as George's cock gained uninvited access to his mouth and then continued to force its way down his throat.

His hands beat a meaningless tattoo upon George's hips as the brute retightened his grip on Andy?s shimmering locks and began a forceful face fucking of the ambushed boi. Time and time again he forced his length down Andy?s throat. Anyone looking on would have been impressed at the way Andy?s throat bulged as George forced his girth between his prisoner?s lips time and time again.

Snot ran from Andy's nostrils and tears streamed from his eyes, his mascara ruined, as he fought to grab a breath throughout George's furious pounding, his balls slapping upon his chin as he kept up a never ending assault upon the helpless boi beneath him.

At last his thrusting slowed whereupon he grabbed more of Andy?s hair and pulled his mouth fully over his crotch, whereupon he began to shoot jet after jet of boiling semen down his helpless victim?s throat. Slowly he eased the poor boi?s lips up his shaft, the torrent of semen never easing, until Andy?s mouth was full, and still George eased back until he shot his final two thick threads of semen into Andy?s upturned face, immediately gumming his left eye closed with a mixture of tears, jism and mascara.

As George moved back to exit the cubicle, Andy collapsed forward onto the toilet?s filthy floor, his still damp semen spattered breasts immediately collecting an unpleasant layer of filth.

Laughing at the prone figure before him, George scoffed ?Fuck, I?ve wanted to do that for a time now Candy, and you were everything I know you would be. You might claim this is not what you want, but Christ bitch, this is definitely what you were born to do!?

Raising himself upon one filthy elbow, his white silk clad tits now grey with grime, Andy could barely whisper ?I hate you, you? you bastard!?

George only laughed down at him before opening the toilet stall door, ordering ?Get out you pathetic cum rag, this is the MEN?s toilet, you?re nowhere close to being man enough to use the facilities here, get out cunt, go find your own shitter!? And with that, he used his foot to send the pathetically crying mess that was Candy out of the stall to slide face down across the filth ridden floor in front several of her co-workers, more than one of which was still using their phone to record her continuing humiliation.

Her face ruined with a glutinous mess of mascara, cum, tears and snot, Candy did her best to hold the front of her now filthy blouse closed as her breasts tried to spill free. While simultaneously attempting to work her yellow, piss soaked panties up over her grubby knees. Atop still unfamiliar and wobbly heels and shaky legs, her panties still not fully encasing her urine soaked chastity, her skirt, just as foully soaked, still caught over her tanned ass, Candy just about managed to avoid having to crawl out of the gents, to raucous laughter and derisive comments from all.

Of course as she made her way to the ladies across the hall, Candy found her way blocked by Beth, ?Sorry Pet, ?our? ladies is closed for the time being, you?ll have to use the one downstairs!?

Groaning with the unending abuse she was forced to endure, Candy made her way towards the elevator, still trying to work her tiny thong panties back into place while covering her ass with her pee soaked skirt and holding the front of her soiled blouse just about closed.

?Downstairs? referred to the gymnasium with whom they shared the building. Of course the gym was packed with men and women working out, sparring, etc., nearly off of whom paused to watch the curious spectacle she caused as she wobbled in, covered in the foul grime off the men?s toilet floor, her large breasts barely constrained within the semi-transparent silk of her blouse, her soaking wet skirt barely covering her equally filthy stockings, while her face was a total mess, George's semen and her mascara having completely gummed her left eye closed and drool and semen spattered across her still pretty face.

Eileen:

From that point on, Andy?s mouth was fair game to George and Tom, both of whom delighted in forcing him to orally service them at the most inopportune times.

One such example occurred that Friday evening. Tom was sat watching the game on their large screen TV, Andy slurping noisily from between his thighs, head bobbing fervently up and down upon his erection in a valiant effort to get him off quickly and so end the humiliation.

?Oh Hi girls? said Tom, quickly grabbing a handful of Andy?s platinum tresses to stop him attempting to remove Tom's cock from his distended mouth. ?You know Candy?? he asked, quite innocently.

Andy?s mind went to overdrive at the realization that two strangers were witness to him, a heterosexual man sucking another?s cock.

?Well no? came a sweet sounding voice from behind him, as Tom forced his head back down over his cock and commenced to face fuck the poor male. ?But I have heard so much about her! And I am so glad someone else can do the ?heavy lifting? of handling your endless erections!? she laughed.

Out of the corner of his tearing eye Andy could make out two young girls taking in the spectacle he was providing; dressed in a Halloween type French maid?s uniform, frilly pantied ass waving in the air, as his heavily made face was penetrated time and time again by Tom's overly large cock.

?Wait!? cried a second female voice, ?I know him!? Through his ruined mascara covered false lashes, Andy discerned the pretty face of Deb, the bitch who took such great delight in tormenting him throughout his course of electrolysis body hair removal?. ?He?s the freak who I make come into my salon every couple of weeks to get his little pecker waxed!?

?Really?? laughed Eileen.

?Yes! He wanted to get his whole body denuded through leaser electrolysis, but recognizing what a little bitch boi he is, I removed all his body hair excepting that around and above his little Peter-clit. Now I get to make him suffer through hot wax twice a month. You should see my latest work on him!?

Andy is then made to stand up, hold up his frilly petticoats and pull down the front of his lace frilled satin panties to show them all the pink died love heart that now sits atop his tightly armored pecker. His face burns the same red color as his died pubic hair.

?Ah, look at it blush!? jibes Tom as Andy is made to stand there showing off his groin, while Deb runs her hands under his silky smooth balls, squeezing them none to gently, her eyes never leaving his as she enjoys the discomfort her ministrations subject him to as his manhood tries to grow beyond the limitations of his chastity.

A wicked grin slowly spreads across Deb?s pretty face, ?You know Eileen, we should invite Candy to join us for our sleepover tonight! Just us girls

Sleep over:

And so Candy got to enjoy her ever first sleepover. To their credit, it was everything every adolescent male fantasizes about, three gorgeous ladies, clad in nothing more than the skimpiest of sleepwear, drinking wine and exchanging sexy stories about their boyfriends? except one of these lovely ladies was a man.

Andy was uncomfortably aware of this as Eileen and Deb lie either side of him upon the king-sized bed. Eileen?s charms barely concealed by her filmy gray baby doll nightie, while to his left Deb sports an equally revealing version in red. For his part, Andy was embarrassingly conscious of his near naked form in his skimpy and semi-transparent pink baby doll nightie with tiny matching panty. The fake fur around the too short hem was irritating his thighs and the thong kept getting lodged somewhere non too comfortable, but it was the close proximity of two beautiful girls that was causing him the most discomfort. For both Deb and Eileen delighted in instigating the most intimate of contact with the obviously uncomfortable boy squeezed tightly beneath their two warm bodies.

Of course Andy would normally have delighted in such close proximity of two scantily clad gorgeous women, were it not for two facts: One, his loathed chastity. The constant ?accidental? brushing of their beautiful breasts against his heated skin, their ?unintentional? touching of his groin, or their warm breath upon his pierced ears, etc., etc. too many stimuli for him to reconcile, but all of which served to force is denuded pecker to press the very limits of its unforgiving and inflexible prison.

Secondly; the topic of conversation was always boys, and what tricks he could use to secure an unending source of hot, stiff cock. Never mind he had one there already, for the girls insisted on referring and treating him as one of them, delighting in teasing him by suggesting the sluttiest tricks imaginable, such as bending over while wearing the shortest skirt and no panties, ?accidentally? letting his hand brush across a guy?s crotch, or

The evening ended with a full on make out session, where Deb delighted in forcing his aching, plastic incarcerated member inside a large hollow silicon phallus that was then strapped tightly around his panty clad buttocks to give him what he so dearly missed, an impressive erection.

He then got to ?fuck? both Deb and Eileen, both girls ensuring they took every possible opportunity to rub their golden breasts against Andy?s now naked skin, all the while breathing longingly and heatedly upon his face, while whispering how hot he was, how sexy they thought he was, while they straddled his fake plastic cock and rode sensually and languidly upon its plastic length. All the while, Andy felt nothing below, his small penis trapped safely away inside the clear plastic cocks girth. Of course, he felt pain from his throbbing cock being so tightly constrained, but more so, he felt incredible frustration at being so intimate with two undeniably gorgeous women, but the sexual release denied him these past few months, continued to elude him, leaving him incredibly frustrated.

The Mall:

Shower Scene:

Now that Candy had proven her cock gobbling skills, George decides that Candy will be his ?ass-sissy-tant? each morning.

This requires Andy to rise at about 5:00AM, dress in his awful frontless leotard to complete his one-hour Jane Fonda chest expanding workout. Then dressing in nothing more than a filmy blue peignoir and high heeled slippers, he pads noiselessly next door and let?s himself in.

Here he prepares coffee before taking a scalding cup up to the master bedroom where, after carefully placing the coffee cup on the nightstand, he noiselessly slips into bed besides the still sleeping George. He has very strict instructions on how George is to be awoken, and so after ensuring his hands are suitably warm, he gently eases them around the naked man before him, snuggles up real close before commencing a gentle massaging of George's dormant member.

His face mere inches from George's head, Andy breathlessly lips ?Wakey, wakey Daddy, it?s time for you get it up.? As his hands slowly massage George?s awakening penis, Andy leans in still closer and begins to nibble on George's ear, ?Come on Daddy, it?s time for your shower with Candy? he lisps as seductively as he can manage while groping another man?s stiffening cock.

Once his sensual ministrations have finally aroused and awoken George, Candy is free to leave to start preparing for their shower together.

Andy strips naked, save his pink chastity, and once the shower is at the correct temperature, beckons George join him in the steamy shower. Here he has to stand behind George to shampoo and wash his hair, a feat requiring Andy to teeter atop his daintily painted toes to reach the taller man?s scalp.

Once his hair has been suitably massaged and rinsed, Andy must soap every inch of George?s body, requiring him to press up behind the brute, pressed so closely up against the older man, his physique requiring Andy stand uncomfortably close, his budding ?B? cup breasts pressing into George's back while his legs and armored clitty also rub against his landlord. Face burning with shame at the enforced intimacy, he must gently soap every inch of his Masters shoulders and chest, pausing to ?lovingly? kiss both George's armpits both before and after they?ve been cleaned. Then Andy slowly works his way down George's not inconsiderable physique until he is forced to softly caress George?s stiffening member and testicles. After several minutes of such ?tender? ministrations, he is permitted to move on from George?s expanding cock, for the time being at least, he drops to his knees and commences to slowly slide a soapy hand into the crack of George?s ass, pausing to even slide one soapy finger up his sphincter. Once George?s ass has been cleansed of any soap, Andy must force his tongue between the man?s muscular cheeks and slip it into his ass, ignoring George?s taunts of ?Easy there gurl, we?re not all queers that like taking it up the ass!? Andy knows he must spend at least a couple of minutes tonguing George's asshole, or ?tossing his salad? as the foul beast insists on calling the immoral act.

Then he slides a hand through George's thighs to gently kneed George balls and then once more stroke George?s erection. After one minute of such seemingly loving ministrations, Andy, withdraws one hand while reaching through with the other, his right cheek pressed tightly against George's left buttock, to continue soaping and massaging George's thighs, legs and ankles.

At this point George slowly rotates until he is facing the still kneeling boi, his pretty eyes downcast in shame at the acts he is too spineless to refuse. Desperately trying to ignore, for the time being at least, the erect penis right at his eyelevel, Andy then takes each of George's feet and sucks, seemingly adoringly, upon each toe in turn, using his pierced tongue to slide between each toe in turn, before soaping and rinsing them. Then, with growing revulsion he recommences his soaping of the evil man?s legs, slowly working ever closer to his loathed penis that George delights in flicking into Andy?s downturned face, his girth more than once slapping Andy across the cheek.

Finally finished with George's legs, Andy can no longer ignore the erection jutting straight out towards his blushing face. so Andy once more soaps and massages George's tackle until it is fully erect, then after the slightest pause to remove the majority of the soap, he swallows, despite his dry mouth, licks his lips and slowly, oh so very slowly, with his eyes locked obediently on to those of his malevolent Master, Andy takes George's penis into the hot confines of his mouth.

Then, almost lovingly washing the soap from the underside of the erect cock filling his mouth, Andy eases his head forward, and fighting the immediate psychological and physical gag reflex, proceeds to unhurriedly deep throat the man who now owns every aspect of his being. Forward and backwards he eases his lips over the large erect cock that alternately stretches his throat or fills his mouth, his platinum curls soaked by the hot showers steam. Down and up, up and own, slowly, the pace dictated by his owner, Andy?s head bobs in the steamy confines of the shower until at last, he senses George's approaching climax.

Long hours spent training have taught Andy what he must do, and so he eases his head up over George?s now twitching cock until only his glans fills his servant?s mouth. Whereupon Andy flicks his tongue rapidly across the super sensitive underside of George?s cock until it commences erupting hot salty cum into the cowering boi?s mouth.

Jet after jet of hot semen fill Andy?s mouth to nigh on full, but painful training has taught him not to swallow or spill a precious drop, so he sucks every last droplet from the slowing fountain that still stretches his lips to a perfect ?O?, while never letting his gaze slide from that of his dominant Master staring down malevolently above.

Finally sated, George eases his cock from Andy?s lips with a satisfied smile upon his evil face as he surveys the cringing boi kneeling before him with his cheeks stretched and flushed from their foul contents and humiliating position.

Andy then picks up the soap once more, all the while trying to ignore the foul mouthful of George?s seed he cannot swallow until permitted, and recommences his soaping of George?s masculine body. Rising to his feet to reach around the man, unwillingly forced to pull himself close, his always erect nipples being teased by his Daddy?s coarse body hair as he soaps George?s butt cheeks. George often likes to tease the smaller boi by reaching down and massaging Andy?s hairless testicles, gently massaging them so that Andy inevitably feels himself trying to reach an erection within the unforgiving plastic of the pink chastity device that so tightly confines his penis. Only once George has heard Andy?s grunts of discomfort, does he give Andy?s balls a final painful squeeze, enjoying the look of pain upon the boi?s upturned face, his cheeks still slightly distended from George?s evil load, and releases him to continue soaping his masculine frame. Still made to hold George close, Andy works his way up his back until, at last, he has washed and massaged every inch of the brute.

Then he steps back to permit George egress from the shower before toweling him dry. Then, and only then, does George insist he opens his mouth to show his tongue still awash in George?s foul seed, before issuing the command ?OK bitch, you can enjoy your morning protein rich breakfast now.?

Fighting his revulsion, Andy dutifully swallows George's semen, showing his owner his now empty mouth before lisping ?Thank you Sir, is there anything else Candy can do to serve you this morning??

Assuming the answer is in the negative, Andy dutifully quickly towels himself dry, before slipping on his powder blue peignoir and padding barefoot down to Tom?s room where he must snuggle into his bed before gently reaching around the boy?s sleeping from to take his cock into one hot hand to gently massage it while breathlessly whispering into his ear ?Time for your shower Master Tom, Candy?s already to wash, soap and suck you! Time to get it up Master Tom.?

And so starts the second round of his morning shower ritual.

Finally, with all three ?men? satiated ? including the obviously underage Fez ? Andy is made to publicly ?douche? himself as George likes to call the foul act of administering himself a scented enema.

At last he is permitted to return to his home, still wearing nothing more than the filmy peignoir and a pair of five inch heeled pink satin mule slippers trimmed with an excess of hideously Day-Glo pink Malibu fur. Here he learns what ?delights? George has laid out for him to wear that day. Today it is an obviously too small lime green crop top T-shirt, complete with the words ?CUM? strategically located atop a picture of a dumpster. More worrying is the lack of a brassiere of any sort, meaning Andy?s budding B-cup breasts will go unfettered and unprotected all day. As feared, the crop-top does little to either conceal or restrain his breasts, the underside of which show beneath the thin cotton tops bottom, the pale skin of his bikini tan lines clearly discernible form the golden tan of the rest of his body. Not that his wearing a bra was any sort of guarantee as more than one of Andy?s one time colleagues delighted in releasing his brassiere at every opportunity, and Beth frequently made him remove it to clean his already spotless PC screen or her office windows, and then leave it publicly sat atop his desk for all to see and laugh at as he endured an afternoon filing where his blouse would constantly fall open to reveal his bourgeoning bosom, or worse, was made to clean all the company?s office partition windows with a bucket of water, inevitably resulting in his cotton top getting so soaked as to be nigh on transparent, while his nipples inevitably jutted forth erect from the stimulation of constant rubbing as he stretched to reach the top of the office windows.

Adding to his discomfiture is his belly button piercing, a silver piece with large faux pink jewel from which hangs the word ?SLUT? similarly festooned with tiny pink jewels. But it is the latest humiliation he has been forced to endure, his ?tramp stamp? in the small of his back, located just above the cleft of his buttocks, similarly untanned as his breasts? causes Andy no end of shame. Tt proudly proclaims his true status in life for all to see, for in a clearly legible, vivid red gothic font, shadowed in black, it proclaims ?COCK GOBBLING SISSY SLUT?. A large number of gaily colored, butterflies, flowers and fairy like characters further accentuate the decidedly non-masculine nature of both the tattoo and its wearer.

Fighting back the tears, Andy reaches for the next part of today?s debasement. He is not surprised to find it is a little black flared PVC miniskirt, on its own, nothing too bad, but it is the layers of white crinoline petticoats serving to push its already too brief hemline up and out that cause the most distress, especially when Andy notices the vivid red thong panties. As feared, the skirt does nothing to conceal either the panties or his tanned ass cheeks.

Fighting back the now typical sense of dread, Andy locates todays footwear, a pair of white stretch PVC thigh boots atop a three-inch platform and staggering six-inch heel. The boots zip up at the back and serve to tightly clad his shapely legs and draw the eye to his perfectly presented, if unprotected ass beneath the too high hem of the black plastic skirt. The only good news, if it can be called that, is that the boots conceal the black BBC spade tattoo above his left ankle that proclaims him a slut of Big Black Cock.

Sitting at his little pink dresser ? all of Andy?s little house had recently undergone an uber feminine transformation with every scrap of remotely masculine furniture replaced with lots of pink and white frilly or Hello Kitty items, plus an absolute plethora of fluffy bunnies and teddy bears in all shapes and sizes, including one four-foot monstrosity that George had Andy place in the front window for all to see. Andy prepared to ?put his face on?, spreading too much gaudy cosmetics upon his cheeks, across his eyes and lips. False eyelashes, top and bottom, slathered in glutinous mascara, gave his every blink a licentious, come hither, attitude.

With a final overdone dose of cheap perfume, Andy placed todays cosmetics in his purse, another cheap acquisition from one of the many thrift stores where ?Candy? was now a regular, welcome for her purchases. Already in the black purse were a large selection of the type of contraceptive usually acquired in truck stop restrooms, bearing names including such terms as ?Ribbed,? ?Tickler?, ?Fruit Flavored? or even one that alleged to glow in the dark! There was also a spare pair of panties, these a yellow thong trimmed with the almost obligatory pink lace, a large bottle of ?Anal Lube?, a medium sized butt plug, Andy?s driving license, and $20 of cash comprising loose single dollar bills and change ? guaranteed to cause Andy the maximum embarrassment when he had to fish the correct bus fare from his purse each morning and evening. Having already enjoyed a three course protein breakfast, as George delighted in calling Andy?s forced morning ablution routine, Andy was ready to head out for another day of humiliation and degradation at work.

The Plan:

Inevitably, there came the day that Andy feared more than any other. For the past few months had seen him become ever more womanly, in looks, dress and, unconsciously, his actions. But most noticeable was the change in his physique. The months of wearing corsets had whittled his waste, while the hormone injections and pills, plus exercise and other abuses, had given him an impressive C-cup bust, complete with permanently prominent nipples that were nigh on impossible to hide beneath anything other than the thickest of sweaters. His butt had also expanded so as to even make his hips take on the traditional female proportions.

All of this had long ago led Andy to the inevitable conclusion that, one day, someone would take his virginity. However, he never imagined for a second that he would play the role of instigator in the evil act!

It all began once Sunday afternoon which he was spending in his now familiar role of personal servant to George and his boys. Running in and out of their house atop towering heels, tits and ass shaking all over the place from being clad in nothing more than a minuscule little leopard print sting bikini, fetching them drinks or tidying up the yard.

George had disappeared inside while Andy jiggled his way upon Tom ringing the little bell beside his pool side sun lounger to signal he needed Andy to perform some mundane chore or other. ?Help me up bitch, I need a piss? he barked.

Andy helped pull him to his feet, then dutifully followed him over to the cheery tree that they all now used to urinate up, knowing Andy would be required to sniff and root around it the next time he was forced to perform as Mr. Kibbles doggy bitch.

Once at the tree, Tom raised his hands and just stood there, this was Andy?s signal to move in close, very close, his large breasts pressing onto the young boy?s back, and reach around to fumble around to untie Tom's swim shorts. Then he slipped them down over hip hips to mid-thigh, before gently taking hold of his cock and lifting it, whereupon Tom began to urinate.

Tom had added the humiliating task of having Andy cup his testicles while he pissed, which Andy submissively did, feeling their warmth and weight within the left hand, while his right hand held the streaming penis still as Tom's flow gradually eased then stopped. Andy then softly shook Tom's phallus to free any lingering drops of urine, before tenderly releasing it to pull back up his shorts and retying the bow in front.

?You must need a piss too right Candy? he stated, rather than asked.

?Yes Daddy Tom? the brow beaten sissy unquestioningly answered before wriggling her tiny leopard skin print bikini bottom over her wide hips, then squatting to face the house. Candy then released the full bladder she?d been nursing the past few hours ? she was not allowed ?potty? breaks unless expressly asked by George or one of his boys.

Such was his relief, the poor effeminate boi didn?t even give any thought to the degrading act he was forced to perform in public as he knelt, balanced precariously atop the six-inch white patent leather heels with tree inch platforms he was made to wear, feet splayed to the sides out of the steaming flow as best the little bikini bottom would permit him as they stretched tightly between his knees. Once he?d finished urinating, he stood, performed a couple of jumping jacks to shake lose any fluid trapped in his little chastity in the approved manner, before pulling back up his tiny bikini bottoms and replacing his left breast in the top from where his jumping had inevitably dislodged it.

?Good little sissy? commented Tom, actually instilling a sense of pride in Andy, so low was his self-esteem, ?now go get me a lemonade.?

Andy loyally teetered off across the lawn and inside the large house to the kitchen. Here he encountered George sitting at the counter.

?I?m glad you?ve come in Candy, I need to have a word with you? he said, causing a sense of dread in Candy, for he rarely, if ever, spoke to him in anything other than a voice of total degradation.

?Yes Daddy??

?As you know Fez is growing up quickly?? he declared, before continuing, ?and I think it is high time he lost his virginity!?

it took a moment for the full import of this statement to penetrate Candy's over stressed brain, a fact George was quick to notice.

?Christ, you are such a dumb cunt Candy! What I am saying is I want you to be the one to bed him first.?

Candy's mouth fell open at the implications of his words. ?But? but Daddy, I??

?Don?t even think of arguing this Candy, I?ve decided you are going to Fez's first fuck and that? all there is to it, you understand? Or do you need a little persuasion first?? he rose to tower over Andy, even atop his six-inch heels. Candy immediately cowered from the alpha male, as George knew full well he would. But still he tried to voice some form of resistance.

?But Daddy, wouldn?t it be better if Fez were to do it?do ?it? with a real woman??

?Well you, of course it would stupid? barked George, ?but do you see a whole load of woman looking to fuck a fifteen year old boy around here??

Candy had no answer for that, so George pressed on. ?Of course not stupid, so that is why it is going to be you who seduced him and takes his cheery.?

?Seduce him??? quizzed Candy.

?Yes, seduce him! Christ, you really are the air headed bimbo you appear to be aren?t you?? He pushed on before Candy had an opportunity to deny this statement. ?I want my boys first time to be special, no matter that you?re a fucking fag and not a ?real? girl ? you?re definitely more girl than boy! But the main issue here is that I don?t believe you?re good enough for him.?

Wait, this was getting confusing, even assuming for the moment that Andy hadn?t completely been absorbed by the air headed bimbo persona George insisted he adopt at all times.

This time George was a little more understanding about the look of obvious confusion upon the poor boi?s pretty face. ?I mean I know you aren?t ready for such a task yet, knowing you, you?ll go in and fuck the whole thing up and put him off sex for life, or, even worse, end up making him into a cock gobbling faggot like you! So we need to make sure you do it right, that you seduce the lad just like a real woman would. Understand??

?I think so? answered Candy with an uncertain tone.

?So,? continued George, ?Tom and I are going to train you. Starting today, whenever Fez is out of sight, Tom and I are going to help you learn how to seduce a man!?

And so it started, whenever Fez was out of the house, or Tom or George would visit Andy in his small apartment atop their garage, they would make Andy work on seducing them.

This usually comprised of him preparing a mean for them, then serving it before eating it alongside them, all the while being super attentive to them, laughing at their jokes and, most importantly, taking every opportunity to touch or get very close to them.

Once the meal was done and Candy had put away the dishes, they would retire to the living room, where they?d nestle upon Andy?s small sofa. Here Andy was expected to take the lead in initiating physical intimacy. He?s drop a manicured hand onto George's leg while looking longingly into his eyes, all the time fighting hard not to show the slightest sign of the physical revulsion that was wracking his mind and body. Then, as his hand slid slowly up George's thigh, he?d lean in close, eyes locked, for a kiss. At first this was to be the merest of lip-to-lip brushes, but was to grow in intensity until Candy's tongue would work its way between George?s seemingly reluctant lips, and then begin a thorough exploration of his mouth. Meanwhile, his hand would reluctantly have worked its way up to his crotch, where, inevitably, it would find his flourishing penis throbbing hotly inside his pants.

At this point Candy would take George's had and place it upon one large breast, encouraging him to become more involved and commence a thorough exploration of her breasts, which were naturally unencumbered by the presence of a brassiere for the occasion.

Doing his best to imitate the impatient groping of a teenage boy, George would roughly knead the pliant flesh within Candy's silken blouse, or pull hard upon one of her inflamed nipples, all the time returning his kiss with enflamed passion. Typically, at this point, Candy surrendered any vestige of control, as George would push her back upon the small love seat and commence a thorough, and none too gentle, exploration of her considerable charms.

The evening would climax, literally, with Candy seductively leading George to his now ultra-feminine boudoir, before climbing atop the now naked man and commencing to dry hump George, wearing nothing more than a pair of panties with a conveniently located split to permit, should he require it, access to Candy's last private orifice. Instead of consummation, an act he was after all holding sacred for Fez's deflowering, Andy would be required to drop to his knees between George's naked thighs and fellate the big man to climax.

Meanwhile, upon much prodding from George, Candy had been making doe eyes at Fez for weeks now, taking any opportunity to touch his arm, or brush up against the innocent boy while staring seductively into his handsome blue eyes. On more than one such occasion, Candy felt the unmistakable strings of an erection against her pert bottom as she purposely slid up against him.

This and thinly veiled comments from George and Tom as to how she so obviously fancied the teenager, soon had Fez following Candy around whenever an opportunity arose. On more than one occasion she had caught sight of him hiding outside her bedroom obviously spying on her as she was dressing or exiting the shower.

After three weeks of such ?practice? and tormenting poor Fez, George announced he was satisfied with Candy's efforts and announced that the coming weekend would be the date when both Fez and Candy would lose their respective virginities.

George voiced an excuse whereby he and Tom needed the house to themselves, whereupon Candy leapt in as prompted with ?That?s OK, Fez can come hang out with me, we can watch a movie or? something?? she let the last words hang.

Fez was not slow on picking up on the apparent invitation, ?Yeah, that?d be great Dad, Candy and I can? hang out.?

And so it was decided.

SEDUCTION:

That Saturday, Candy was permitted to dress in something more much respectable than his usual strippers attire, a pretty white A line dress, which while being strapless with a deep flaring hem, was still leagues better than the usual slutty attire he?d been forced to wear. A white thong panty with matching garter belt, securing shiny white lace top stockings and a pair of almost modestly heeled black ?CFM? pumps completed his ensemble, which when coupled to as modest makeup as his permanent tattooed makeup would permit, gave Candy an almost virginal look.

Fez arrived a few minutes early as Candy was finishing up laying the table, the lasagna already baking away in the small kitchen. the clearly nervous boy presented Candy with a lovely bunch of roses, which se dutifully placed in a vase upon the table, once again taking every opportunity to get as close to the practically shaking boy as possible.

Dinner passed quite pleasantly, Candy kicking off one of her heels to slide her silken foot over to run up his leg, practically causing Fez to jump out of his skin! She told him to go select a video for them to watch and to make himself comfortable in the living room while she put away the dishes and ?retouched? her face.

Unbeknownst to Candy, George had replaced the majority of here DVD collection with pornographic videos.

Candy entered the bathroom to touch up her crimson lipstick, apply another dose of Coco perfume, and, with a sense of growing dread, quickly apply a scented enema. Once her stomach was cramping, she held it as long as she could before releasing the evil liquid into the toilet. Once he was satisfied she had completely drained, she quickly applied a squirt of anal lube, pulled back up her silky panties and exited the bathroom.

Candy reentered the living room to find Fez watching a video of a couple making out quite noisily.

?That?s an? um, interesting video collection you have Candy! I hope this one is OK with you?

Candy saw her new rabidly pornographic collection for the first time, but, not missing a beat, replied in a silky voice while batting her large false eyelashes at the blushing boy ?Oh whatever you fancy sugar, after all, you?re the man??

She joined him on the sofa, sliding close to him both through intent and due to the close quarters provided by the love seat. She took his hand in hers and turned to watch the movie, where a second man ad now joined in the action of double teaming the cute blonde.

Swallowing silently, she moved her hand onto Fez's denim clad thigh, and doing her best to ignore the groaning and squealing coming from the threesome unfolding on the large flat screened television, turned to look into Fez's expectant face. Her training took over as se breathlessly moved in close, unknowingly licking her luscious red lips as she closed the over Fez's.

At the same time her hand slip up his thigh to find a raging erection of considerable proportions straining his jeans. ?Oh my!? she involuntarily gasped, before Fez sealed her moth with his. What he lacked in experience, he surely made up for in enthusiasm as he commenced to thoroughly explore her mouth with his teenage tongue.

Meanwhile, Candy was coming to terms with the full magnitude of Fez's penis as she ran her hand up and down its length, her daintily manicured hands barely able to encompass its girth.

Using her free hand, she took one of Fez's and brought it to her bra free chest, whereupon he began an incredibly tender exploration of her chest. Soon he had the top of her dress pulled down, affording him access to her breasts, upon which he hungrily fell, sucking upon her engorged nipples in a manner that brought unexpected delight to the sissy beneath him.

Candy had now freed his cock, not an act she had planned, just one that seemed so right as the young virgins made out upon the seat to the accompaniment of much grunting and mewling form the television. His cock felt so hot in her small hand as she gently massaged it, running her hand up and down its length before softly encircling his glans with a delicate finger.

?Bedroom? she managed to gaps between is engulfing kisses and amazing sensations his ministrations were generating in her breasts, ?come with me darling.?

Extricating herself from under him, she managed to lead him into her pink pastel bedroom and, pausing briefly to shed her dress, throw him onto her Hello Kitty bedspread.

Dressed only in panties, stockings, garters and heels, she quickly set about divesting Fez of his clothes, unconsciously marveling at his hard young physique. But once more, it was his erection that took her breath away, for it had to be close to nine inches in length and a good eight inches in circumference; it was huge!

Fez pulled her down onto him, then smoothly spun them so that Candy was trapped beneath his bulk. They recommenced kissing with a mutual passion that surprised Candy ? she was a heterosexual male, she shouldn?t be doing this, let alone enjoying it so! Fez dropping his mouth to once more take one of her now inch long nipples into the heat of his mouth quickly dispelled such concerns from her mind as lust replaced every other sensation.

Showing equal dexterity, she managed to once more flip them so that she was on top and before he could realize what was coming next, slid down his form until her mouth was positioned directly over his amazing cock. Not pausing to think of what she was doing, let alone the implications for the person formerly known as Andy, she slid her vivid lipsticked mouth over the glans of his amazingly hot cock.

Washing the underside of his glans with her pierced tongue before commencing to slide his length further into the hot depths of her mouth and from there on down her amazingly distended throat. Using one exquisitely manicured hand to stroke his shaft, Candy set about slowly deep throating Fez's massive cock. On an on she pushed, her throat expanding still further until, finally, her nose pressed into his blonde pubic hair atop his shaft. Pausing only briefly, she began the upward journey, up and up his seemingly never ending cock until, at last, with his purple glans once more receiving lavish attention from her tongue, she was able to draw breath.

This ritual was repeated time and time again. Wash his tip while pumping his shaft with her small hand, unable to completely encompass if with her grip, before sliding slowly back down until her chin was resting upon his considerable balls. Up-down, up-down, up-down, on and on it went until he could take it no more and commenced the most amazing explosion of cum. Candy fought to swallow every last drop of it and found it easiest if she deep throated him fully so that e could empty his load directly down her throat.

At last he was done and Candy released his cock with an audible plop.

?That was amazing Candy? he sighed, ?You are amazing!?

His words produced an unfamiliar flush of pride in the young sissy lying contently besides him. Unconsciously her hand still hovered around his cock, reveling in its warmth and the knowledge that she, Candy Row, had made him so happy through her own actions. All vestige of Andy Row was gone, only the ultra-feminine Candy Row doppelganger remained, curled up contentedly while one manicured hand gently fondled the already reviving cock of her lover.

As is cock continued to recuperate in her hand, he nuzzled her neck before asking, ?Are you ready for another go??

Amazed by his power of recuperation, she still amazed herself by smiling up at him, kissing him passionately, before sliding down his torso, pausing briefly to bite playfully upon a nipple, to his cock now semi-rigid within her hand.

She commenced to shower his shaft and testicles with kisses, before taking just his tip back into her mouth and lovingly, yes lovingly, washing his glans with her tongue.

When he was fully erect, throbbing hotly within her small hand, she drew a steeling breath, then rose up between his thighs. Kicking off her heels, she straddled him until her bottom was directly over his rigid cock. Pausing as if fully realizing the momentous consequences her actions would have for the first time, she smiled lasciviously before slowly lowering her boi pussy onto and over his cock.

As it stretched her beyond anything before encountered, Candy's mouth formed a perfect scarlet red ?O? before she eased herself down fully onto his member. The sense of being stretched, and of being filled, were like nothing before encountered in the small boi?s existence, and yet somehow it felt right. There was no sense of her being forced into an alien act, instead she felt? well she felt love for the powerful youth beneath her as she moved forwards s that her breasts dangled above his face, and she could begin a rhythmic pumping of her tight ass p and down his shaft.

The lubrication did its job as he glided in and out of her distended sphincter, their rhythm increasing and decreasing as the mood took them.

Fez easily flipped them over, reaches down and took first one ankle, and then the other to raise them up and onto his broad shoulders, before taking up his own pace as he thrust in and out of the slim figure beneath him. His stamina was impressive as he continued to slap his balls against Candy's ass with each thrust, leaning in occasionally to kiss her passionately.

And still he went on. He pulled her to the edge of the bed and then lifted her up, holding onto here tanned ass cheeks as he began bouncing her up and down upon his meant. For her part, Candy locked her nylon legs around him to pull him deeper into him, while her arms wrapped around his shoulder and se showered him with kisses.

He pressed her up against the wall of her bedroom and continued thrusting hard into her, her growing squeals indicating her own passion was rising. Her sound drove him on further, his thrusting becoming more urgent, harder. Furniture in the bedroom began to rattle and sake with the passionate violence with which he thrust into her against the wall.

Candy could feel an orgasm, like none she?d ever encountered approaching. Maybe its force was due to the months since she?d been denied release locked inside the hated plastic chastity, but it was also in part to her still rising passion. With a loud, totally girlish squeal of delight, her damn broke and she came hard, shouting Fez's name loud and clear as a clear fluid leaked from her still constrained clitty.

Fez soon joined her in a momentous orgasm of his own. His hot fluid filling her totally, it?s heat seeming to burn her insides as he came stream after stream of hot cum deep inside Candy's bowels.

At least, both fully spent, they collapsed backwards onto her bed, both soon fast asleep in one another?s embrace.

Neither of them was witness to George slipping quietly into the apartment to recover the eleven GoPro cameras he?d concealed throughout Candy's apartment to video the evenings events with.

IDEAS Fez becomes besotted with Candy, always snuggling up, regardless of the situation or location. His favorite trick was to move up silently behind the poor boi, then pin him against some piece of furniture or another, bending him over before easing his panties down over his ass and thighs. With Candy doing her level best to quietly remonstrate with the horny teenager, Fez would quickly apply a dab of lubricant to his seemingly ever erect penis, before easing it home between Candy's exposed buttocks.

Candy was all too aware of the delicate balance she was made to maintain upon this personal and legal background. For on the one hand she liked Fez, certainly not in the teenaged besotted manner he ?liked? her, but she recognized his innocence and well-meaning ways, on the other hand, he was a fifteen-year-old, and another male at that! Despite George's accusations and best efforts, Andy was not homosexual, he liked girls, the very act of intimacy with another male was abhorrent to him, he was just too weaker an individual to ever stand up for himself and so prevent George, Tom, Best and others from abusing him so.

But the fact remained, Fez was only fifteen so any sort of sexual act would be construed, at best as coerced sex with a minor, and statutory rape at best. So when it was obvious that Andy could not talk Fez out of these daylight dalliances, Andy took the only course still open to him; he tried to get them over with as quickly as possible, now if this meant being as sexy as possible and seemingly returning Fez's passion, then so be it. The best Andy could hope for was that they did not get caught in flagrante.

The downside of this strategy was that, inevitably, Beth and George had several of the more obvious rooms at the offices bugged with hidden cameras and microphones with which they were able to capture a good deal of footage of Candy apparently seducing the fifteen year old schoolboy.

When Beth confronted Candy with some of this footage by emailing Candy a URL to a website they?d prepared entitled ?Candy Row Sissy Cum Queen?, Andy truly realized how deeply under their spell she had fallen. For although she realized that the website was currently offline, just the realization that with the stroke of a key it could be launched for all the world to see, and the truly damning nature of the footage it contained would mean his reputation destroyed beyond recovery, even permitting the slim possibility of his remaining outside of prison ? not an attractive thought given his feminized form.

So Beth dictated that Candy start to snub Fez, letting the boy know that his love was unrequited. When Fez saw his love not returned, he became less enamored, but still just as horny, insisting Candy suck or fuck him whenever and wherever he demands. He continued to visit her at work, taking her into the company storeroom, where he would bend her over the photocopier room and fuck her hard. He raises the lid, mashes Candy's face and breasts atop the copier glass and selects 200 copies, turning out hundreds of copies of her, boobs and face pressed against the copier glass as Fez takes her from behind. Print after print shows Candy's face with expressions varying from apparent lust through pain, her breasts perfectly captured while the shadowy image of a man behind her leaves no doubt as to what is transpiring in every print.

That night George makes her sit down and autograph every single copy, adding some comment such as ?Wish you were here? or ?I?m available when you are!? Then he has her write her cellphone number and sign with a flamboyant ?Candy? signature.

When Candy gets into work the next day, she sees copies pinned up all over the place. Beth then makes her stuff over fifty envelopes with a copy before having her address them to every member of Andy?s family, as well as the list of bullies, enemies and ex-girlfriends Beth has been able to extort from Andy. He then places a lipstick kiss over each envelope seal, stamps every single one before Beth takes them as further collateral against Andy?s continued cooperation.

Meanwhile, George has become concerned by Fez's infatuation with Candy, and apparent lack of interest in ?real? girls, and so arranges his breakup with Candy's by letting him find the awful website?s URL on Candy's desk, and making it appear it was her who concealed the cameras used to record their first night, and various trysts together since.

The videos makes Candy look like a total slut, and have been edited so as to conceal Fez's identity and compliance throughout, though there can be little questioning the fact that he is definitely underage, greatly increasing the threat of her being revealed for effectively homosexually seducing a minor. Assuming she does not fancy a prolonged prison sentence, not an attractive option given the changes made to her appearance and lifestyle, Candy realizes resistance if futile, thus ensuring her complete compliance in George's sick and crazy schemes. To placate her tormentor, she agrees to appear as a heartless manipulating nymphomaniac to Fez, and none too gently, dumps him.

Fez takes her apparent betrayal badly, and becomes mean, and as an act of revenge pimps her out to his underage classmates. He tricks Candy into meeting his at his school, one of his colleagues telling her he is waiting by the sheds. When she arrives he quickly overpowers her and uses her Mr. Kibbles collar to tie her down in the dirt. Then anyone paying him $10 can orally rape her, while it is another $20 to fuck her defenseless ass. Over twenty horny teenage boys take him up on his generous offer, and so Candy is double teamed throughout the afternoon while Fez records all the action, further deepening the sexual quagmire in to which she is dragged.

Candy's web presence increases as George uploads all the photos and videos of her degradation he has, resulting in a website, www.candyrow.com, being created and maintained by Candy. She hosts evening chat room sessions with a bunch of perverts, all the while promoting the image that she is a willing participant.

At this point George decided Candy needs bigger tits, much bigger tits, and so arranges a series of surgeries including breasts augmentation where Candy?s already impressive (for a male) B cups breasts are pumped up to DD, with her nipples also receiving a similar increase in size. Furthermore, her lips are greatly boosted through collagen injections that serve to give her a ridiculous ?trout pout? come hither look. To further accentuate her feminine form her lowest ribs are removed, and silicone hip and buttocks implanted. The effect is quite startling with her waist whittled to just over twenty inches, while her hips and buttocks flare out greatly in the classical feminine form. Lastly, a series of injections in her throat serve to tighten her vocal chords, effectively ?tightening? them to produce an unmistakably girlish breathy voice quire in keeping with her new physique.

Andy loathes the changes, his breasts especially, for although their sheer size indicates they?re obviously fake, they sway, jiggle and bounce just like the real thing. He continually struggles with trying to contain them within the skimpy clothing he?s permitted to wear and works to come to terms with the phenomena of no man ever being able to maintain eye contact with him as their gaze is inexorably drawn to his enormous breasts, complete with impressively jutting nipples, visible even through the thickest sweater ? not that he is ever permitted to don such conservative attire.

The changes make it even harder to concentrate at work, especially given the amount of attention all his one-time friends pay his, endlessly trying to look down his top, cop a feel, release his brassiere or sneak a peek up his too short skirts. The woman are even worse, especially Beth who seems to think such hideous augmentation surgery is all Candy's idea. She takes her revenge by constantly trying to either force Candy into terribly revealing situations or, as is her current scheme, use him an an ?incentive? to close deals. This involves sending Candy out of evening assignments with key account personnel and then doing her very best to seduce them, making it abundantly clear that if they give ACME Rubber Products their business, they can look forward to several more such dalliances with the smoking hot blonde with enormous tits. Beth even has Candy distribute business cards with a revealing photo of her, tits akimbo, with her personal home and cell phone numbers listed.

But her performance in Beth?s department is now so poor than inevitably, Ms. Stephanie calls the poor boi into her office and informs him that, while she appreciates he is free to make any life ?choices? he chooses, his performance at work is suffering so badly that she had thought to let him go, however, following an impassioned plea from his ?superior? Beth Sanders, she had been convinced to keep him on as a part time as Beth?s file clerk. This would only mean ten hours work a week, and at a rate approximately 40% of what Andy had previously earned, but Ms. Stephanie was insistent Andy be sure to thank Beth for putting in such a good word for him. He was to check with Beth as to when she should require Andy to work the ten hours, and that was all, thank you, you can let yourself out.

What the heck was he to do, there was no way he could afford his apartment or car payment, let alone the enormous bill for his plastic surgery George had delighted in making him liable to pay.

Of course George was full of suggestions, and so within the week Andy found himself squeezed into the too tight orange shorts and cropped top of a Hooters waitresses uniform.

Inevitably, Andy id?s deemed too risqu‚ for Hooters, and so is soon sacked, so George arranges for her to get employed as a waitress at a friends strip club. Due to her stunning new figure, this is swiftly followed by an offer of ?promotion? to stripper (local laws prohibit full nudity, so her ?secret? is concealed at all times by her wearing corsets, basque and waist cinchers to conceal her sissy tramp stamp).

One of the strippers, naturally, an ex-girlfriend of George's gives her dance lessons, making per practice pole and luridly sexy lap dances for George, Tom and their friends, including a couple of men from Andy's work that Beth is happy to tell of Candy's availability. Hour after hour spent dancing to a wide variety of music while slowly shedding her smutty attie while luridly bumping and grinding her ass in their laps, or bending over seductively to better present her shapely ass or naked breasts, soon have Candy ready for her big night.

She is a smash success, which unfortunately results in much time spent back in the ?Champagne Room? where intimate one-on-one lap dances usually mean far more intimate contact as the bouncers do not pay such close attention to the liberties the customers take with the girls. And all too often the sessions in the darkened VIP rooms frequently result in her having go down on the clientele, giving them long blow jobs while cooing about how ?big they are? or how they?re ?a real man who knows how to treat a lady?. Amidst all this cooing she strokes and breathes warmly upon their hard cocks, looking at the penis encircled by her daintily manicured hand like it is the greatest thing she has ever seen, before she lowers her lipsticked mouth over its top and slowly, sensually, slides tis length into the smoldering hot confines of her throat.

After several minutes of her platinum tresses bobbing up and down in their lap while they sit back, clutching the seats handles as they enjoy Candy's now amazing proficiency at oral sex. When at last they can hold out no longer ? not usually more than a couple of minutes as best ? Candy cups their balls in one small hand, gently squeezing their sweaty nuts as she glides down their dick until her lips are buried in their coarse pubic hair and her chin is absorbing the heat form their testicles. Then she swallows their jism, all the while breathing in their musk through her nostrils as they empty their sac down her hot little throat.

Then as they leave, the money usually thrown disinterestedly on the table beside where they were seated, Candy stands, brushing the dirt from her stockinged knees, before covering her luscious tits once more and quickly repairing the damage to her slutty makeup as she quickly looks around the small room to see if the ?John? left any alcohol with which she might lessen the pain, before returning for another round of lap daces for the (alleged) ?gentlemen? in the club?s main dance area.

Once the club is finally closed at around 2:30 AM, and she has paid off the DJ, bouncers and waitresses from her hard earned, but impressive stack of single and twenty dollar bills, she must next keep Bill, George's friend and owner of the Silver Cricket, happy by either blowing or fucking him at the end of each shift. It was Bill?s peculiar habit to insist Candy be restrained by having her elbows tied tightly behind her back before he would proceed to orally or anally rape her. Then he took a sick delight in finishing by shooting his vile load all over Candy's face or tits, and then having her walk home, with arms still tightly bound so as to make it impossible for her to cover her exposed breasts or attempt to remove the evil load. When at last she made it home, the mile long walk frequently taking several hours due to her needing to hide every time a car came along the thankfully deserted streets, she would need wake George, Tom or Fez to have then untie her arms so she could finally head back to her small apartment to grab a few hours much needed sleep.

Unlike the other girls, Candy is not permitted to change at the club, so must arrive at the club in her full stripper attire. George delighting in having her travel via public transport, resulting in her frequently getting groped and molested, and on one occasion fucked by an evil prick who threatened to reveal her true gender to everyone on the crowded bus unless she let him bugger her in public.

After pushing her thin cotton top up over her tits, he commences a thorough ravaging of her breasts, pressing Candy up against the window, providing quite a show for anyone on the pavement.

After working her red hot pants and lime green thong panties over her widely flared hips, down her thighs, over her ankles and high heels and onto the dirt littered floor of the bus. Then he frees his cock, then after spitting loudly into his hand and using his saliva to lubricate his cock, eases it painfully between her slender buttocks before beginning a rhythmic reaming of her ass. Seeing her head bent in shame, he grabs a hold of her platinum ponytail to pull her head up, then forcing it up against the window so no one can miss seeing her face during her debasement. As he thrusts so hard as to physically lift the diminutive boi off the floor with each thrust into her defenseless rectum, all the while mashing her face and massive tits up against the bus?s grubby glass window, the size of them undulating as he thrusts her closer to the glass.

When, at last, he finished shooting his abhorrent load deep inside of her, the evil brute slowly withdrew and, after pausing to pick up her panties to use them to wipe his cock clean, slapped her loudly on the ass and with a cry of ?That was great, we gotta do that again sometime bitch!? walked to the front of the bus and alighted, leaving Candy bent over, her pendulous breasts still hanging free while his vile seed ran slowly down her thighs and stockings. And this was on the way to the strip club!

Eventually, her stripper contract is ?sold? (a transaction negotiated exclusively by George, Bill and her new ?owners?, with no input or say from Candy whatsoever) to a specialist club, ?Mandingo?s? in the next city. Mandingo?s specializes in just about every fetish known to mankind. Here she dances fully nude, showing off her tiny pecker (finally so reduced in size through months of strong female hormones that the chastity is no longer required) and is billed under her now officially recognized nam;, Candy BJ Row.

The new job requires she drives, so her car, an aging Suzuki Samurai is returned. Unfortunately, it has since been painted in a Hello Kitty theme of white and pink, the license changed to ?CANDY BJ? with a ?School of Hard Cocks? license plate holder. The gear stick has also been changed to a large pink phallus.

At this point George's connection at the DMV arranges for Candy to be issued a new driving license under the name ?Candy BJ Row?, complete with an awful photo taken immediately after she had ?paid? for the new license by giving George's friend a taste of her deep throat prowess. As a result, her hair and makeup are a mess, there is cum in her hair and in one eye, and her breasts are out and also covered in semen.

The new job is much like her last stripper gig, excepting this time the clients know she is a male, or pre-op Transexual, as she learns she is now officially classified. But this knowledge does nothing to lessen her appeal with the club?s clientele. Still too many hours are spent getting way too intimate with strangers and other genitalia in the darkened rooms behind the main stage. Worse, here there appears to be no restrictions on the clients being limited in their physical exploration of the dancers, or in the acts the dancers can be paid for performing.

Candy realizes that she is now officially a whore. This is confirmed when the club is raided one night ? apparently the correct bribe was not paid to the local police chief. Along with the rest of the girls, though no clients, Candy is dragged down the local police station where she is charged with prostitution. This sordid fact is bad enough, but to make the night even more miserable, Candy is correctly identified as male and so is thrown in with the cells with the male population. Dressed as every perverts idea of a Catholic school girl, her massive breasts barely contained behind her straining white cotton blouse, he would have been certainly gang raped, were it not for the protection of an enormous black male named Dozer, who takes the terrified boi under his protection.

Unfortunately, this protection could only occur through Andy sitting demurely in Dozer?s lap, arms slung around his broad neck as they snogged noisily and continuously throughout his six-hour incarceration.

This is the start of Andy?s relationship with Dozer.

Hope you enjoyed my story? Lots of love sissies COXOXOXOXOXOXOXOX Candy BJ Runt

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