"Hey, dickweed, get in here," Hedda yelled from the den. Her husband Jeffy came running. He hated that she always called him those insulting names but knew better than to say anything about it. Instead he rushed to her, his slender body naked, and stood waiting to hear what she wanted. Hedda was sprawled on the sofa, wearing a sleeveless top that barely contained her heavy breasts. The two globes of flesh threatened to pop free, which excited Jeffy, even though it was forbidden for him to enjoy them. That single item of clothing was all she wore. Her broad hips, overly full thighs, and sturdy calves were all on display. Her long auburn hair fell to her smooth shoulders and framed her round face with its full lips, small nose, high cheekbones, and large, wide-set eyes. Hedda had the beginnings of a double chin. She sneered at him without a hint of the respect he longed for. "Aren't you done cleaning my panties yet, you useless wimp?"
He bit his lower lip. Whatever he said would probably get him into trouble. "It's just that, you know, the way you like me to do them..." Jeffy turned his eyes toward the floor in shame. His wife said, "Oh, you mean because I make you suck the crotch of each pair clean before they're ready to be hand laundered?" He could only nod. She went on, "And I guess it's extra work to get all the dried cum out of them, because I wear them home after getting properly laid by my stud boyfriend." He shuddered. With mock sympathy she told him, "Awwww, that's so sad, you having to taste a real man's jizz and my pussy juice every time I get screwed. Boo hoo. What's the matter, loser? You look like you're going to start crying. Can't hold in those sissy tears?" His lower lip quivered. He whispered, "It's just that I really love you, Hedda, and if you stopped seeing Craig maybe we could work things out and..." He sniffled. She told him, "Yeah, that's a great idea. I'll stop getting Craig's monster cock shoved into me and have your miserable little excuse for a dick instead. I don't think so. Let's stay with him slamming me whenever he wants, you not getting any, and me having you handy to use your mouth on my pussy whenever I say. Like right now." She spread her legs, displaying her hairy pussy lewdly.
Jeffy sank to his knees. He hated this. Even though it happened at least once a day he could never get used to it. His wife didn't bother to wash herself down there, so he had to taste all her sweat, female fluids, and Craig's frequent deposits of thick salty cum. It was disgusting. Jeffy winced as he pressed his lips to her plump mound and began to lick up and down. Hedda giggled at his discomfort. She got off on mistreating him. "You know," she said with pleasure, "when Craig was here last night he gave me a thorough pumping. I'm sure you're cleaning up lots of sticky cum that's been staying warm inside me overnight." She laughed. "So tell me, wimpoid, do you prefer it fresh or after it's had time to blend? Which do you like best?" He risked stopping for a moment and said, "You know I hate it either way, Hedda. Couldn't you at least take a shower or something before you make me do this?" She brought up one foot, slammed her heel into his back, and warned him, "If you don't like what I'm feeding you, there's another spot you could be eating. Want to try some ass pie, shrimp?" He gagged and then resumed lapping her unclean slit, paying special attention to her meaty nether lips and moving on to her prominent clit, trying to distract her from what she had threatened. Hedda sighed and closed her eyes. What could be better than humiliating her spouse while he slurped her lover's spend from her?
Hedda kept him at it, making him slow down from time to time, stretching the fun out for over a half hour before she allowed Jeffy to give her an orgasm. Then she had him stay down there, kissing her pussy like it was her mouth, and insisting that he murmur words of love to it. When she finally tired of that, after another half hour, she sat up and grinned at him. "Now it's time for YOUR fun, mister." Her chubby fingers went to his nipples and began to play with them teasingly. His undersized penis was already aroused from contact with her body, even though it had been the kind he didn't want. She laughed at his inadequate member and kept toying with his sensitive chest until he whimpered from need. "What's wrong, Jeffy? Haven't I let you squirt your little squirt for awhile? How long has it been since you were allowed to empty your miniature balls?" His voice was strained as he responded, "It's been nearly a month, Hedda. Pleeeeease let me finish." "And you'll catch it in your hand and eat it all up like a good little freak?" "If that's what you want." He moaned, "Pleeeease."
She snickered and stopped teasing him. "Go on," she said. "Put your hand on that pitiful thing between your legs. Stroke it, Mr. Jerk-off. Have some fun for a change. That's right. Up and down and up and down. Just one thing, Jeffy." He was breathing hard as he asked her, "What?" "Don't you dare finish." Hedda laughed out loud as he continued to wank his unimpressive dick. She reminded him, "Craig gets to dump his load inside me whenever he feels like it. And you aren't even allowed to get off by playing with your baby dick. You really are a complete failure, Jeffy. So keep wanking and get your mouth on my feet. Suck my toes. They're nice and dirty. Just the way a hopeless mess like you gets off on." With his hand moving slowly on his penis, the defeated husband got his face almost on the floor and started to suck his wife's fat, unsavory toes. It made his stomach turn over but he had no choice. He hadn't been able to assert himself even once in the three years of their marriage. On their wedding night all she let him do was worship her body with his mouth. Then he had to lie next to her in bed, both of them naked, yearning for what was so close but not available to him. The next morning she teased his nipples for the first time, made him admit that she had given him a painful case of blue balls, and then laughed while she told him he shouldn't expect any normal sex with her. A week later she cheated on him for the first time, openly and proudly.
After her toes were thoroughly cleaned she pushed him away with one foot at stood over him. Jeffy gazed up at the woman who utterly ran his life. Even now he still loved her and kept telling himself that someday she would get past whatever phase she was going through and they could begin a proper relationship. Hedda loved it that he maintained that illusion. It was so much more entertaining for her to have him imagine that there was still hope for a reprieve. No matter how much or how often she abused him, he couldn't stop believing that their life together could someday be as he desired. Stupid wimp. As she towered over him she smirked and announced, "Craig is coming over later. He's going to stay the night. Now you won't just get to hear me tell you how great he is in bed. You'll actually hear me telling him --- while he fucks me." Jeffy was still down on the floor. He lay there looking ridiculous while she strode out of the room. Even after all she had put him through he couldn't resist watching her wide bottom roll sexily as she departed. Then he got slowly to his feet, hand still on his organ, stroking it absently, trying to digest what he had been told.
Hedda called back to him, "I left a list of jobs for you to do on the kitchen table. If they're not all done before Craig gets here I'm going to take out my anger on those dove's eggs that are supposed to be your balls." He pictured her squeezing his nuggets or even kicking them, and raced to the kitchen to learn what was expected of him. His tiny dick bounced up and down as he scurried into the room and grabbed the list. He wanted to go to the sink and rinse his mouth but Hedda had a rule forbidding that. Sometimes she made him kiss her pussy goodbye when he left for work and he had her taste on his tongue all morning. His hand trembled as he read. She wanted him to buy beer and snacks, change the sheets on the bed, pick out a sexy outfit for her to wear, and clean the entire livingroom. Plus, he still had her panties to finish cleaning. He spent the next several hours rushing around, feeling stressed and worrying about what it would be like having Craig in the house. At last everything was done.
Hedda reappeared wearing the clothes he had selected for her, a snug top with no bra under it, very short skirt, and slutty heels. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail and she had applied her make-up with a heavy hand. He was appalled, especially because she had made him complicit in her looking that way. Craig's beer was chilling in the fridge. Jeffy went to the bedroom to double-check that everything was in order. Then Hedda told him that she had laid out his outfit on the sofa in the den. He shuddered at the thought of what she might have picked out. His worst fears were realized when he saw a sleeveless T-shirt with two holes cut out to expose his nipples, a pair of pink leg warmers, and fuzzy slippers in the same color. It was humiliating even to put it on. He could only imagine what it would be like to be seen in it, not only by his wife but by her lover. He presented himself to her and she guffawed at the ridiculous sight he made. "Jeez, Jeffy, I think that's the perfect look for you. I'll have to make you dress like a sissy all the time around the house. Wait until Craig gets an eyeful of that." She found more jobs for him to do and kept him busy until the doorbell rang. Jeffy went cold inside as he prepared to open the door.
When he swung the door inward he saw Craig, six feet plus, broad-shouldered, with a caveman face. Jeffy bit his lower lip as his wife's bedmate looked him up and down, eyes lingering on his tiny genitals. "Damn," Craig told him. "I can see why your wife has never had sex with you. And why she needs a real man like me to keep her happy." He pushed past Jeffy and met Hedda as she came from the next room. They embraced and locked lips, enjoying a long kiss, shoving their tongues into each others' mouths. Jeffy nearly started to weep as he watched the big man run his hands up and down Hedda's generous curves. Then she told her husband to get them a couple of beers and a bag of snack mix. The two were sitting on the sofa when Jeffy returned and set everything on the coffee table in front of them. They each popped a beer and took handfuls of greasy snack food. Hedda's didn't bother to keep her legs together and Jeffy saw that she hadn't put on panties. Craig's thick fingers squeezed the inside of her fleshy thigh. They kissed again and the stud grabbed Hedda's heavy boob. She responded by rubbing his bulging crotch through his jeans.
Jeffy could only stand there as his tiny penis, against his will, got stiff. His wife noticed and pointed it out to her lover. Craig said, "The little perv gets off on seeing you molested? Well let's give him a real show in the bedroom." The pair left and Jeffy had to grab the snack food and follow them. When they were on the bed, pawing each other happily, he had to fetch two more beers. By the time he returned they were undressing each other and sharing wet, sloppy kisses. Jeffy could only stand there, his knees trembling, as the powerful man stood and removed his jeans. When his shorts followed, the distressed husband saw that his male endowment was everything Hedda had raved about and more. It was like a primative weapon, rigid and topped by an impressive knob. As he knelt between her legs and aimed it at her, Jeffy began to sob. It was really going to happen. And then it was taking place, that engorged tool sliding all the way into her before the brute began vigorously pumping. On the bed they both grunted and moaned as the act went on and on. Jeffy was ashamed to feel a drop of pre-cum forming on the end of his slender organ. His wife noticed and made a joke about how he was crying from 'all three eyes'. Craig was able to laugh and keep humping her at the same time. They didn't stop for a long while, not until they were shaken by simultaneous orgasms and then sank into a lazy afterglow.
The dismayed husband was sent for another round of beers. He had to step over the previous cans which they had carelessly tossed onto the floor. His hands shook as he gave them their drinks. Craig took a long swallow, wiped his lips with the back of his hand, and announced, "There's one way to make sure your stupid husband never gets any ideas about having even the slightest rights in the bedroom." He locked eyes with Jeffy and told him, "Get yourself up on this bed and show me how you eat your wife's box. I filled it up with plenty of cream for you to clean up while you go down on her." The shocked husband gagged. The though of Craig seeing him perform that act, even though he had done it often before, appalled him. But when the hulking man made a fist at him, he capitulated and crawled between his wife's fleshy thighs, then lowered his face to the mess Craig had left. It was disgusting but he could see no other choice, so he stuck out his tongue and began to lap, cleaning up and swallowing the thick salty deposit. They kept him down there until it was all gone, Hedda had enjoyed a second, though smaller climax, and Jeffy knew he would never be able to look at her without feeling shame at her lover having seen him do that. Then his wife told him, "You did such a good job that I'll have Craig over all the time so you can get his cum nice and fresh, every time my man and me hit the sheets." She chuckled. "And I'll bet your itty bitty dicky is still firm. Get up on your knees." He did and they both snickered at his unwanted erection. "Dammit," Craig said, "he really is a freak if watching us screw and then lapping up my jizz keeps that little thing up." He rubbed his stubbled jawline. "I should get him in touch with his faggy side. He'd make a perfect prison bitch for me and some of my buddies."
***
Three weeks later Jeffy was alone in the house with Craig. The defeated husband had on snug red panties that flattened his undersized genitals. There was a big red bow around his neck and his finger and toenails were painted to match. They hadn't let him get his usual haircut but had gotten it trimmed and styled in a very unmasculine fashion. He was kneeling before Craig, who was naked, and lapping the big man's heavy balls and the underside of his hard cock. Craig was on the phone, saying, "Yeah, Hedda, me and your wimp husband have had two cool days -- and nights -- together. He's a total fag for me now. I guess he'll be thrilled when you come back from your sister's tomorrow. What? You're staying for another week. I'll miss your pussy, baby, but I can bend over Fluffy -- that's what I'm calling her now -- and stuff her back door full of my meat." He laughed. "That gets you horny? Well, I'll call you when I'm doing it so you can listen. Then you can make your sister's loser husband go down on you like you told me you girls have been doing. And I think I'll have three of my pals over for poker. First we'll play poker and then the winners can poke Fluffy. Of course, we'll each win at least one hand, soooooo..."
Jeffy/Fluffy could only keep using his mouth, as he had been trained to do. The mental image of three more men taking advantage of him was horrifying. But it had been so long since he was allowed to cum that he couldn't lose his erection. Craig was beginning to convince him that he really was gay and that he wanted this to happen to him. It was so confusing. Then the tall man turned around. "Hey, Hedda," he said into the phone. "Now your homo husband is going to get his face between my ass cheeks and use his sissy mouth back there. I know he'll enjoy that, too. What? Sure, I'll make him do it when you get home so you can see what a total fruit he really is. And just think, he'll be doing sex stuff for us and our friends all the time and he might never get to shoot his sorry juice even once. Fluffy's going to have the worst set of blue balls ever." He laughed rudely and slapped his body slave on the back of the head. "Get that tongue in there deeper, girl, or I'll pull all your teeth and turn your mouth into a pussy."
The feminized man did as he was ordered. He had held onto the hope of being allowed to ejaculate, at least once in a while, but it seemed even that might be denied to him. He worked harder to please the commanding man who was running his life. That was it. If he was the best possible sissy for Craig -- and his pals -- he would be allowed to finish sometime. Fluffy kept telling himself that as he was used and abused for the next week and by the time his cruel wife returned, to add her own forms of mistreatment to his ordeal, he had come to believe it was true. Then her sister arrived with her own cuckolded and forced-bi husband, to learn what new games they could devise for the two beaten men to play with each other.
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He bit his lower lip. Whatever he said would probably get him into trouble. "It's just that, you know, the way you like me to do them..." Jeffy turned his eyes toward the floor in shame. His wife said, "Oh, you mean because I make you suck the crotch of each pair clean before they're ready to be hand laundered?" He could only nod. She went on, "And I guess it's extra work to get all the dried cum out of them, because I wear them home after getting properly laid by my stud boyfriend." He shuddered. With mock sympathy she told him, "Awwww, that's so sad, you having to taste a real man's jizz and my pussy juice every time I get screwed. Boo hoo. What's the matter, loser? You look like you're going to start crying. Can't hold in those sissy tears?" His lower lip quivered. He whispered, "It's just that I really love you, Hedda, and if you stopped seeing Craig maybe we could work things out and..." He sniffled. She told him, "Yeah, that's a great idea. I'll stop getting Craig's monster cock shoved into me and have your miserable little excuse for a dick instead. I don't think so. Let's stay with him slamming me whenever he wants, you not getting any, and me having you handy to use your mouth on my pussy whenever I say. Like right now." She spread her legs, displaying her hairy pussy lewdly.
Jeffy sank to his knees. He hated this. Even though it happened at least once a day he could never get used to it. His wife didn't bother to wash herself down there, so he had to taste all her sweat, female fluids, and Craig's frequent deposits of thick salty cum. It was disgusting. Jeffy winced as he pressed his lips to her plump mound and began to lick up and down. Hedda giggled at his discomfort. She got off on mistreating him. "You know," she said with pleasure, "when Craig was here last night he gave me a thorough pumping. I'm sure you're cleaning up lots of sticky cum that's been staying warm inside me overnight." She laughed. "So tell me, wimpoid, do you prefer it fresh or after it's had time to blend? Which do you like best?" He risked stopping for a moment and said, "You know I hate it either way, Hedda. Couldn't you at least take a shower or something before you make me do this?" She brought up one foot, slammed her heel into his back, and warned him, "If you don't like what I'm feeding you, there's another spot you could be eating. Want to try some ass pie, shrimp?" He gagged and then resumed lapping her unclean slit, paying special attention to her meaty nether lips and moving on to her prominent clit, trying to distract her from what she had threatened. Hedda sighed and closed her eyes. What could be better than humiliating her spouse while he slurped her lover's spend from her?
Hedda kept him at it, making him slow down from time to time, stretching the fun out for over a half hour before she allowed Jeffy to give her an orgasm. Then she had him stay down there, kissing her pussy like it was her mouth, and insisting that he murmur words of love to it. When she finally tired of that, after another half hour, she sat up and grinned at him. "Now it's time for YOUR fun, mister." Her chubby fingers went to his nipples and began to play with them teasingly. His undersized penis was already aroused from contact with her body, even though it had been the kind he didn't want. She laughed at his inadequate member and kept toying with his sensitive chest until he whimpered from need. "What's wrong, Jeffy? Haven't I let you squirt your little squirt for awhile? How long has it been since you were allowed to empty your miniature balls?" His voice was strained as he responded, "It's been nearly a month, Hedda. Pleeeeease let me finish." "And you'll catch it in your hand and eat it all up like a good little freak?" "If that's what you want." He moaned, "Pleeeease."
She snickered and stopped teasing him. "Go on," she said. "Put your hand on that pitiful thing between your legs. Stroke it, Mr. Jerk-off. Have some fun for a change. That's right. Up and down and up and down. Just one thing, Jeffy." He was breathing hard as he asked her, "What?" "Don't you dare finish." Hedda laughed out loud as he continued to wank his unimpressive dick. She reminded him, "Craig gets to dump his load inside me whenever he feels like it. And you aren't even allowed to get off by playing with your baby dick. You really are a complete failure, Jeffy. So keep wanking and get your mouth on my feet. Suck my toes. They're nice and dirty. Just the way a hopeless mess like you gets off on." With his hand moving slowly on his penis, the defeated husband got his face almost on the floor and started to suck his wife's fat, unsavory toes. It made his stomach turn over but he had no choice. He hadn't been able to assert himself even once in the three years of their marriage. On their wedding night all she let him do was worship her body with his mouth. Then he had to lie next to her in bed, both of them naked, yearning for what was so close but not available to him. The next morning she teased his nipples for the first time, made him admit that she had given him a painful case of blue balls, and then laughed while she told him he shouldn't expect any normal sex with her. A week later she cheated on him for the first time, openly and proudly.
After her toes were thoroughly cleaned she pushed him away with one foot at stood over him. Jeffy gazed up at the woman who utterly ran his life. Even now he still loved her and kept telling himself that someday she would get past whatever phase she was going through and they could begin a proper relationship. Hedda loved it that he maintained that illusion. It was so much more entertaining for her to have him imagine that there was still hope for a reprieve. No matter how much or how often she abused him, he couldn't stop believing that their life together could someday be as he desired. Stupid wimp. As she towered over him she smirked and announced, "Craig is coming over later. He's going to stay the night. Now you won't just get to hear me tell you how great he is in bed. You'll actually hear me telling him --- while he fucks me." Jeffy was still down on the floor. He lay there looking ridiculous while she strode out of the room. Even after all she had put him through he couldn't resist watching her wide bottom roll sexily as she departed. Then he got slowly to his feet, hand still on his organ, stroking it absently, trying to digest what he had been told.
Hedda called back to him, "I left a list of jobs for you to do on the kitchen table. If they're not all done before Craig gets here I'm going to take out my anger on those dove's eggs that are supposed to be your balls." He pictured her squeezing his nuggets or even kicking them, and raced to the kitchen to learn what was expected of him. His tiny dick bounced up and down as he scurried into the room and grabbed the list. He wanted to go to the sink and rinse his mouth but Hedda had a rule forbidding that. Sometimes she made him kiss her pussy goodbye when he left for work and he had her taste on his tongue all morning. His hand trembled as he read. She wanted him to buy beer and snacks, change the sheets on the bed, pick out a sexy outfit for her to wear, and clean the entire livingroom. Plus, he still had her panties to finish cleaning. He spent the next several hours rushing around, feeling stressed and worrying about what it would be like having Craig in the house. At last everything was done.
Hedda reappeared wearing the clothes he had selected for her, a snug top with no bra under it, very short skirt, and slutty heels. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail and she had applied her make-up with a heavy hand. He was appalled, especially because she had made him complicit in her looking that way. Craig's beer was chilling in the fridge. Jeffy went to the bedroom to double-check that everything was in order. Then Hedda told him that she had laid out his outfit on the sofa in the den. He shuddered at the thought of what she might have picked out. His worst fears were realized when he saw a sleeveless T-shirt with two holes cut out to expose his nipples, a pair of pink leg warmers, and fuzzy slippers in the same color. It was humiliating even to put it on. He could only imagine what it would be like to be seen in it, not only by his wife but by her lover. He presented himself to her and she guffawed at the ridiculous sight he made. "Jeez, Jeffy, I think that's the perfect look for you. I'll have to make you dress like a sissy all the time around the house. Wait until Craig gets an eyeful of that." She found more jobs for him to do and kept him busy until the doorbell rang. Jeffy went cold inside as he prepared to open the door.
When he swung the door inward he saw Craig, six feet plus, broad-shouldered, with a caveman face. Jeffy bit his lower lip as his wife's bedmate looked him up and down, eyes lingering on his tiny genitals. "Damn," Craig told him. "I can see why your wife has never had sex with you. And why she needs a real man like me to keep her happy." He pushed past Jeffy and met Hedda as she came from the next room. They embraced and locked lips, enjoying a long kiss, shoving their tongues into each others' mouths. Jeffy nearly started to weep as he watched the big man run his hands up and down Hedda's generous curves. Then she told her husband to get them a couple of beers and a bag of snack mix. The two were sitting on the sofa when Jeffy returned and set everything on the coffee table in front of them. They each popped a beer and took handfuls of greasy snack food. Hedda's didn't bother to keep her legs together and Jeffy saw that she hadn't put on panties. Craig's thick fingers squeezed the inside of her fleshy thigh. They kissed again and the stud grabbed Hedda's heavy boob. She responded by rubbing his bulging crotch through his jeans.
Jeffy could only stand there as his tiny penis, against his will, got stiff. His wife noticed and pointed it out to her lover. Craig said, "The little perv gets off on seeing you molested? Well let's give him a real show in the bedroom." The pair left and Jeffy had to grab the snack food and follow them. When they were on the bed, pawing each other happily, he had to fetch two more beers. By the time he returned they were undressing each other and sharing wet, sloppy kisses. Jeffy could only stand there, his knees trembling, as the powerful man stood and removed his jeans. When his shorts followed, the distressed husband saw that his male endowment was everything Hedda had raved about and more. It was like a primative weapon, rigid and topped by an impressive knob. As he knelt between her legs and aimed it at her, Jeffy began to sob. It was really going to happen. And then it was taking place, that engorged tool sliding all the way into her before the brute began vigorously pumping. On the bed they both grunted and moaned as the act went on and on. Jeffy was ashamed to feel a drop of pre-cum forming on the end of his slender organ. His wife noticed and made a joke about how he was crying from 'all three eyes'. Craig was able to laugh and keep humping her at the same time. They didn't stop for a long while, not until they were shaken by simultaneous orgasms and then sank into a lazy afterglow.
The dismayed husband was sent for another round of beers. He had to step over the previous cans which they had carelessly tossed onto the floor. His hands shook as he gave them their drinks. Craig took a long swallow, wiped his lips with the back of his hand, and announced, "There's one way to make sure your stupid husband never gets any ideas about having even the slightest rights in the bedroom." He locked eyes with Jeffy and told him, "Get yourself up on this bed and show me how you eat your wife's box. I filled it up with plenty of cream for you to clean up while you go down on her." The shocked husband gagged. The though of Craig seeing him perform that act, even though he had done it often before, appalled him. But when the hulking man made a fist at him, he capitulated and crawled between his wife's fleshy thighs, then lowered his face to the mess Craig had left. It was disgusting but he could see no other choice, so he stuck out his tongue and began to lap, cleaning up and swallowing the thick salty deposit. They kept him down there until it was all gone, Hedda had enjoyed a second, though smaller climax, and Jeffy knew he would never be able to look at her without feeling shame at her lover having seen him do that. Then his wife told him, "You did such a good job that I'll have Craig over all the time so you can get his cum nice and fresh, every time my man and me hit the sheets." She chuckled. "And I'll bet your itty bitty dicky is still firm. Get up on your knees." He did and they both snickered at his unwanted erection. "Dammit," Craig said, "he really is a freak if watching us screw and then lapping up my jizz keeps that little thing up." He rubbed his stubbled jawline. "I should get him in touch with his faggy side. He'd make a perfect prison bitch for me and some of my buddies."
***
Three weeks later Jeffy was alone in the house with Craig. The defeated husband had on snug red panties that flattened his undersized genitals. There was a big red bow around his neck and his finger and toenails were painted to match. They hadn't let him get his usual haircut but had gotten it trimmed and styled in a very unmasculine fashion. He was kneeling before Craig, who was naked, and lapping the big man's heavy balls and the underside of his hard cock. Craig was on the phone, saying, "Yeah, Hedda, me and your wimp husband have had two cool days -- and nights -- together. He's a total fag for me now. I guess he'll be thrilled when you come back from your sister's tomorrow. What? You're staying for another week. I'll miss your pussy, baby, but I can bend over Fluffy -- that's what I'm calling her now -- and stuff her back door full of my meat." He laughed. "That gets you horny? Well, I'll call you when I'm doing it so you can listen. Then you can make your sister's loser husband go down on you like you told me you girls have been doing. And I think I'll have three of my pals over for poker. First we'll play poker and then the winners can poke Fluffy. Of course, we'll each win at least one hand, soooooo..."
Jeffy/Fluffy could only keep using his mouth, as he had been trained to do. The mental image of three more men taking advantage of him was horrifying. But it had been so long since he was allowed to cum that he couldn't lose his erection. Craig was beginning to convince him that he really was gay and that he wanted this to happen to him. It was so confusing. Then the tall man turned around. "Hey, Hedda," he said into the phone. "Now your homo husband is going to get his face between my ass cheeks and use his sissy mouth back there. I know he'll enjoy that, too. What? Sure, I'll make him do it when you get home so you can see what a total fruit he really is. And just think, he'll be doing sex stuff for us and our friends all the time and he might never get to shoot his sorry juice even once. Fluffy's going to have the worst set of blue balls ever." He laughed rudely and slapped his body slave on the back of the head. "Get that tongue in there deeper, girl, or I'll pull all your teeth and turn your mouth into a pussy."
The feminized man did as he was ordered. He had held onto the hope of being allowed to ejaculate, at least once in a while, but it seemed even that might be denied to him. He worked harder to please the commanding man who was running his life. That was it. If he was the best possible sissy for Craig -- and his pals -- he would be allowed to finish sometime. Fluffy kept telling himself that as he was used and abused for the next week and by the time his cruel wife returned, to add her own forms of mistreatment to his ordeal, he had come to believe it was true. Then her sister arrived with her own cuckolded and forced-bi husband, to learn what new games they could devise for the two beaten men to play with each other.
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