Volume 2
Part One
Life was settling into a very confusing routine for poor Billy. Tammy was showing no signs of slowing her relationship with Thomas and was stepping things up. The white couple’s visits to Club 88 had become a weekly thing, taking up both Friday and Saturday nights of every weekend. Tammy insisted she was happy to go alone but Billy was certain that would be the quickest way to lose his wife forever. Little did he know how much his wife truly enjoyed humiliating her puny, white, husband.
Tammy had become completely enamored by the governing principles of the club and its adherence to the rules of the Black New World Order. The BNWO set forth the idea that all Blacks were superior to whites in every way, a fact Tammy was certain to be true after spending time with Thomas and several other, real men, at the club.
The young wife now saw her husband for what he was, an inferior, weak, imitation of a man. His maleness was not in question, but his essence as a man certainly was. To watch him grovel before Thomas and the other black men was amusing to Tammy and she enjoyed forcing her hubby to degrade himself at every turn. Oh, she loved Billy, that was never in question, but she now saw him in a different light. He was still her loving husband and partner, but Thomas was her lover. It was that simple. She could never imagine having sex with Billy ever again. The thought was laughable. Besides it was so much fun watching him squirm in his chastity cage. The poor white boy was so obedient now that she and Thomas controlled his little squirts.
As for Billy, he was uncomfortable all the time. His tiny, white, penis strained against its plastic prison day and night. One look at Tammy in her tight-fitting, revealing, clothes and Billy felt himself crumble into a whining little bitch. Tammy giggled when she saw the look of desperation on her hubby’s face, a fact that made Billy groan in humiliation. But he never once thought of changing his life. He loved Tammy unconditionally and would sacrifice anything for her love. Billy worked on his chores around the house diligently as he knew good behavior brought its rewards. He felt more like a maid around the house these days, looking after the housework and serving his wife and her new lover in any capacity they required.
On this day, Billy was just cleaning up after breakfast wearing a loose-fitting pair of yoga pants, an old t-shirt with the name of his favorite Boy Band on the front, white gym socks, and his comfortable sneakers. Of course, he wore a pair of pink panties and his ever-present chastity cage under it all to always be reminded of his status.
Billy felt uncomfortable as he worked since he could feel Thomas’ eyes on him the entire time. The black man had stayed behind while Tammy went shopping with her mother, stating he wanted to work on something with Billy. Tammy giggled at the thought of what her lover could want with her tiny hubby and said she couldn’t wait to see what Thomas had in mind as she kissed him goodbye.
Billy was ******* of that conversation and was nervous wondering why Thomas was still here when Tammy was not. He could feel the black man’s eyes burning into his back as he worked and nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard the man’s deep voice say, “Leave that shit for now bitch. You and I are going for a ride. Grab my shoes and put them on me. Now.”
The white wimp trembled when he said, “Yes Sir, right away.” Then he scurried like a frightened mouse to comply.
There’s something indelibly wrong with one man kneeling before another, and that’s especially evident when the kneeling man is slipping on and tying the other’s shoes. There comes a special kind of humiliation one can only know while in the depths of the action itself. Billy was shaking as he lifted Thomas’ large foot and slipped it into his expensive dress shoe. The man always dressed immaculately, and Billy was certain his shoes cost a small fortune. The smell of the man’s feet was powerful despite his having showered this morning. He was wearing the same socks from the night before and Billy nearly swooned from the powerful scent of a real man. It wasn’t an awful smell, what one would call a stink, no it was more an intense pheromone scent that triggered fear and respect in the smaller man.
Thomas laughed down at the white boy at his feet and said, “Yeah bitch I recognize the signs. You like the stink of a real man’s feet. You’re where you belong, and your tiny brain knows it. You’ll soon be intimately acquainted with the smell and taste of my feet white boy. Soon you’ll be craving it.”
Billy shuddered in fear from that statement but decided to keep quiet, making Thomas laugh even more. When Billy finished his chore, the black man said, “Let’s go boy, you’re driving. Just head downtown and I’ll tell you where to go.”
Thomas sat in the back with Billy playing chauffeur in his car. The black man ignored him as he texted on his phone only grunting left and right turn commands occasionally. Eventually, they drove into what Billy considered the “wrong side” of town, and the white boy was shaking in fear as he was told to stop in front of a row of shops in an all-black neighborhood.
Billy raced around the car and opened the door for Thomas as he instinctively knew it was to be expected of him. Thomas chuckled at the white boy’s obedience and said, “Now I need you to listen closely, boy. If you speak out in any way. If you balk at anything. If I even suspect you want to disobey, I will not step foot in your house again, and I’ll see to it that you and your wife are blackballed from the club. Think about that for a minute, don’t speak, just think about it.”
Thomas glared at Billy as the white boy digested this news and smiled as he saw the realization reach the white boy’s eyes. Yes, this little bitch knew how badly he would fuck things up for his wife if he disobeyed in any way today. Thomas saw the fear as well as resignation draw a shadow over Billy’s face and he knew he’d get no trouble from the weak, little, white boy.
Billy looked up at the bigger man and said, “Yes Sir, I understand. I’m afraid, but I understand. I won’t do anything to ruin the good thing my wife has going. I love her so much; I’ll do whatever you say today, Sir.”
The black man just scoffed and turned on his heel walking toward a brightly lit storefront. Billy hurried to keep up and barely registered the fact this was a women’s clothing store. Thomas must be buying a gift for Tammy the naïve white boy thought to himself.
Upon entering the store Billy saw there were two tall, busty, black women working while the rest of the store was empty. The white boy shivered when Thomas stopped to lock the door behind him.
One of the women rushed up and hugged Thomas saying, “Hey there big man, I’ve missed you. Been a while since you brought us a new toy to play with.”
Thomas laughed and said, “I missed you too Bea, you sure are looking fine as usual. And I see you over there Sal, come give me a hug girl.”
The other black woman rushed over and threw her arms around Thomas while squealing with glee. “Hey, Tommy! Damn, you look good. Dem white girls be treating you right?”
Thomas said, “You know it, girl. They can’t get enough of me. Speaking of, this here is one of my girl’s husbands. I’m gonna need the full treatment on this little bitch today. It’s a present for his wife, I want her to see him as he is.”
The women laughed as they circled Billy looking him over from head to toe. The white boy gulped in shame as they commented on his looks.
“You sure this a boy Thomas? Looks frail to me.”
“How’d dis little bitch land a woman? Looks like a teenage girl to me.”
“Ought to be putting this bitch in a training bra and short skirt, she is looking like a schoolgirl anyway. Dis gonna be easy.”
“Look at the booty on dis bitch, she got an ass on her, don’t she?”
“I know you must love fucking this white boy’s wife if you asking for the full treatment. It’s gonna cost you, you know?”
Thomas interrupted and said, “Don’t worry about the cost ladies, my little pet here is picking up the tab today. And if she gives you any trouble, you call me right away. You hear me bitch? You behave yourself or you know what’ll happen.”
Billy gulped hard and said, “Yes Sir, but are you leaving Sir?”
Thomas laughed and said, “Hell yes, I’m leaving. I got several properties around here that I need to look into. I’ll be back in say, four hours. That enough time ladies?”
“MmmmHmmm,” The taller woman said, and with that, Thomas left Billy standing there with these two strangers.
The taller woman said, “Alright boy, my name is Bea. But you will call me Miss Bea. And this here is Sally, who you will call Miss Sally. You hear me?”
Billy stammered out, “Yes Miss Bea.” Making both women laugh at his subservience.
Bea said, “Damn these white boys Thomas finds are something else. Not a manly bone in dey bodies. Ok, bitch, come with us, we need to get you measured.”
Billy said, “Measured for what” and both women laughed heartily before Sally said, “Old Tommy never changes. He loves to surprise these white boys. You getting a new look boy. We gonna give you a makeover.”
The white boy began to shiver in fear as he looked around the store and the dark realization finally set in. Thomas was going to make him look like a girl. Just wearing Tammy’s underwear and clothes around the house wasn’t good enough for the cruel black man. No, he intended to strip away all traits of maleness from poor Billy. And the worse thing was? He had no choice but to obey since he knew the consequences would be dire. Tammy would be furious if she was forbidden to see Thomas or go to the club again. Why did he love her so much? Why was he so weak that he allowed his life to be turned around like this? Maybe Tammy was right about all this black superiority dogma she’d been spouting at him. Oh god, this was going to be so humiliating. Then why was his tiny pecker straining against its plastic prison?
Billy’s thoughts were interrupted by Bea saying, “Strip boy”.
The terrified white boy looked up at her with tears in his eyes and said, “What? Here? In front of you?”
The women laughed and Sally said, “Oh, believe me, boy, you ain’t got nothing we haven’t seen. And you got nothing we want to see. Just get your little pink ass naked so we can get to work. I don’t want to spend any more time than I must look at your pathetic little body.”
Billy stared at the woman and felt his penis fighting him. It wanted to shrivel up into his body over the sheer humiliation of it all, but the bodies of these two mean women were so spectacular he felt a tiny erection struggling against his cage.
Bea was a tall woman, about five foot ten, with an hourglass figure made for movies. She looked like a star from the 50s with her enormous breasts and shapely ass. Her long black hair was wavy and ran past her shoulders framing her beautiful face perfectly. She wore tasteful blue eyeshadow and bright red lipstick. She was a goddess on earth.
Sally was only an inch or so shorter than Bea and had a slight rounder look to her. Her breasts were bigger, somewhere in the GG range, and her ass was almost perfectly round, sticking out like a girl in a rap video. Her lips were more inflated than Bea’s and she wore hot pink lipstick to accentuate her blowjob pucker. Her hair was in a large afro reminiscent of the Blacksploitation films of the ’70s, making her look tough yet gorgeous at the same time.
Both women wore tight leather pants, Bea in white and Sal in hot pink. The skintight leather hugged their hips and legs in a provocative manner that made Billy’s cage even tighter. Bea wore a skintight leopard print top with a plunging neckline that showed her ample decolletage to the world with pride. While Sally wore a tight white sweater that hugged her breasts like it was painted on. Both women’s nipples were visible poking through their tops and Billy felt like he might faint from the sheer arousal he was feeling.
Bea noticed the white boy staring at her and said, “Now bitch! Lose the fucking clothes!”
The white boy fumbled with his clothing as he quickly shed them all down to his pink panties. The women laughed at him calling him a sissy and a faggot. Billy shivered in degradation as he slipped off the offending panties leaving the women to stare at his chastity cage.
Bea was disgusted as she said, “What the fuck is wrong with you boy? You have a wife at home, and you here locked up in that little cage. You are running around with a big black man who I’m sure is fucking your wife all the damn time and you obeying every word he says. Now look at you, stripping down to that pathetic cage in front of two strangers just because that brother told you to. What the fuck boy? You got no pride? Damn, having a tiny pecker and them little balls must make you a natural wimp. You ain’t a man at all, you know that? You are a fucking sissy. You ain’t a man, and you ain’t a woman. You are a fucking sissy. That makes you a third gender. Now we gonna make you look the way your man wants you to look, and there ain’t a damn thing you can do about it. What a fucking loser.”
Billy was sniffing back tears while Bea spoke down to him and the poor white boy could do nothing but agree with her as she grabbed him by the ear and dragged him to the back of the store.
The next few hours were a constant humiliation of trying on women’s clothing till several outfits were selected by the cruel black women. They laughed constantly at the pathetic white boy as they dressed him like he was a Barbie doll they were playing with. Billy was forced into different styles of panties and bras as well as stockings, pantyhose, body stockings, skirts, dresses, blouses, and revealing tops. He was forced into heels of varying sizes and made to walk the length of the store till the women thought he’d mastered the technique of walking in pointy six-inch heels.
The ladies settled on an outfit consisting of white stockings, pink panties with white ruffles, a too-short black and white striped skirt that showed off the panties if Billy bent in even the slightest way, and a white ruffled top so sheer you could see through it to the false breasts stuffed into a black bra giving the white boy immense cleavage. The ensemble was completed with six-inch black heels with ankle straps that were locked with small gold padlocks ensuring the white boy could not remove them.
Billy teetered on his heels over to a makeup counter and sat still while the ladies taught him how to make up his face. They marveled at his lack of facial hair and in fact, his lack of any manly hair and laughed when they heard that Thomas made him use a depilatory cream on his legs and armpits. The rest of his body and face were just naturally hairless due to his obvious lack of testosterone.
They taught the sissy to use lipstick, eyeliner, eyeshadow, blush, and every other type of makeup to give him the look of an oversexed whore. By the time they moved on to a wig, Billy was astonished by how hot he looked. He truly looked like a sex-starved street walker.
A platinum blonde wig with long wavy hair was placed on Billy’s head and fastened by bobby pins to keep it from moving. The white boy was moved in front of a full-length mirror just as a knock came on the front door. Sally let Thomas in and the black man laughed hysterically at the sight of his latest project.
Bea slapped Billy hard on his ass and warned him not to cry and ruin his makeup so the white boy sniffed back his tears and stared at the floor as Thomas inspected him fully.
“My god you ladies do great work! This little faggot never looked so good! I can’t wait to show him off to my lady.”
“We taught him how to keep himself looking pretty. There are a bunch of different outfits over there in the bags. She got lingerie for nighttime, casual clothes, sexy clothes, and even a formal dress. We got the bitch covered for any occasion. Even threw in some black leather dungeon wear if you feel like disciplining your bitch.” Be told, Thomas.
The black man laughed again and said, “Perfect! I love it! Don’t you love your new look boy?”
Billy sniffled again and said, “No sir, I hate it. Please don’t do this to me. Please, sir. You’ve taken everything from me, please let me keep my manhood.”
The women giggled as Thomas said, “I’m gonna let that slide because you had a rough day. But don’t you ever speak to me like that again? You keep your empty-headed, girly, thoughts to yourself bitch. You never had no manhood and I’m just making that clear to you and my woman. You disrespect me again, and you’re going over my knee for a good hard spanking. You hear me, girl?”
Billy was terrified of being beaten by the black man so he nodded his head and said, “Yes sir, I’m sorry.”
The women laughed again, and Bea said, “What a pathetic fucking sissy. You sure know how to pick 'em, Thomas.”
Thomas laughed and said to Billy, “Now pay the ladies and let’s go. I’m getting turned on by the sight of all of you ladies and need to visit your wife for a couple of hours.”
Thomas laughed as Billy picked up a small, pink, purse that now held his money, phone, and credit cards. Billy paid the ladies with one of his cards and flinched at the 1200 dollar total. Thomas smiled and made the white boy put an additional 300 down as a tip.
Thomas hugged the women goodbye and walked out leaving his sissy to pick up all the bags and follow behind like a trained puppy. Billy was overwhelmed by shame as he walked out of the store and was immediately catcalled by several black men on the street. Thomas laughed at the white boy’s predicament as several black men offered to take the white boy out for a good time.
Billy quickly packed the bags into the trunk and was making for the front door of the car when Thomas stopped him.
“Uh-uh whitey, we got one more stop. Follow me.”
With that, Thomas began walking up the street and Billy struggled to follow in his high heels. The black men on the street crowded around Billy and groped his ass, pinching and fondling it as he scurried after Thomas. For his part, Thomas was laughing at the white boy’s dilemma and cared not at all to help him.
Billy was relieved when Thomas entered a storefront and hurried after him to escape the abuse he was receiving at the hands of these horny strangers. His ass was sore from all the attention it received in the short walk up the street.
Billy was so distracted he didn’t notice they’d entered a tattoo parlor until he was well inside the place. He was startled by the appearance of an enormously fat black man sitting beside a barber chair in the middle of the store.
Thomas was greeting the man while Billy got a good look at him. The man was disgusting. He weighed at least 400 pounds and was covered in thick, black, curly hair. He wore a stained, white tank top and black sweatpants. And speaking of sweat, the man reeked of body odor and was covered in a sheen of oily sweat. He was puffing away on a thick cigar which polluted the room and he stared at Billy like a wolf would look at a lamb.
Thomas said, “Get over here sissy and let Frank get a look at you. He’ll be marking you up real nice for me, so you be a good little sissy for him.”
Billy cried softly and whispered, “A tattoo sir? I never wanted to mark my body like that. Please sir…” The sissy stopped himself as he saw the dark look forming on Thomas’ face. He remembered the threat of a spanking and tried a different tactic.
“Are you sure that Tammy would want this sir? Please sir, maybe we should ask her first.”
Thomas roared, “Are you stupid? Are you? This is a fucking surprise for my lady! Are you trying to ruin it?”
Billy shrank back from the black man and whimpered, “No sir. I would never ruin your surprise. I’m sorry sir.”
“Good,” The black man said with a smile as his good humor returned. Now get in the chair. Frank already knows what I want to be done.
Billy moved slowly and crawled up into the chair, shrinking back from the smelly, fat man as he did. Frank moved a pedal and a handle making the chair lay flat and Billy soon found himself staring at the ceiling as he lay on his back.
Frank said, “Roll over sweetie and we’ll do your ass first.”
Billy had no fight left in him, so he did as he was told. The fat black man pulled up the sissy’s skirt and pulled down his panties. “Damn, this one has a nice ass, Thomas. You sure you’re fucking its wife and not this sissy?”
Thomas laughed and said, “You think this bitch has a nice ass? You should see her wife. No, this bitch is virgin territory.”
Billy cringed as Frank said, “No shit? Damn, maybe you’ll let me take it for a test drive?”
Billy was horrified to be spoken of in feminine pronouns by Thomas but even more humiliated to be called “it” by the monster, Frank. He was even more frightened by the thought of this ogre touching him sexually.
Thomas saved the white boy by saying, “Maybe someday, but I need to warm his old lady up to the idea first. She still thinks this sissy is husband material.”
Frank laughed as he began wiping Vaseline on Billy’s ass cheek. Before the white boy could even think of what was happening, the needle was already piercing his delicate flesh.
Billy cried out in a distinctly feminine voice making both men laugh and making him blush in shame. But damn this hurt!
Frank worked for nearly 45 minutes on Billy’s left butt cheek then moved over and worked just as long on the right one. The fat man then taped cellophane over both tattoos and pulled up the white boy’s panties.
“Roll over” was the command from Frank and Billy obeyed immediately.
Frank pulled the front of Billy’s panties down and began working just above his caged penis. Billy was staring at the ceiling and sobbing as the man worked. Thomas was chuckling as he watched the show and marveled at how compliant the white boy was to his commands. He honestly owned this little bitch. Too much.
When Frank finished, he covered Billy back up and let the boy stand. Billy had no idea what had been tattooed on his body, only that it was sore, and it was in some very private places.
Thomas said, “Pay the man” and Frank cleared his throat and said, “Hey um, Thomas my man. Maybe we can work something out. See what this little bitch did to me?”
The fat man pointed to his crotch and Billy was startled to see a massive hardon stretching the man’s sweatpants.
Thomas laughed and said, “Ok my man, I’ll let the bitch help you out. But just a handy today alright?”
Frank laughed and said, “Good enough for me my friend. I love those dainty, painted, nails on your bitch. They’ll look good stroking my shit.
Billy was panicked as the two men looked at him. Thomas said, “Well bitch, you heard. Get on your knees.”
Billy started to object but fear held him in place once again and he soon found himself kneeling before the behemoth who had just defiled his body.
Thomas sat back to watch as Frank pulled down his sweats. “Damn man, you stink!” Thomas said with a laugh.
Frank chuckled and said, “Ain’t had time to shower in a couple, three days or so. Your bitch don’t mind doing it?”
Thomas looked at Billy in a way that said he’d better not mind at all. “Get to work bitch, I want to get back to your wife,” Thomas said and Billy started in fear before slowly reaching up to touch Frank’s massive cock
The white boy tried to reach around the cock but his hand wasn’t big enough to stretch all the way. He marveled at the thickness of the meat he hefted in his tiny hand and grimaced at the stink coming off it
Frank was uncircumcised and the thick foreskin hid a nasty smear of chunky, white, smegma. As Billy began to stroke the massive cock, the smegma smeared under the foreskin making the smell incredibly bad. Billy was breathing through his mouth to try and avoid the smell but his eyes watered, nonetheless
Frank said, “Use both hands you fucking useless twat.”
Billy gripped the throbbing tool in both hands and was amazed to find several inches still uncovered by his tiny hands. The man’s dick must be at least 11 inches in length and nearly as thick as a Red Bull can.
Billy stroked faster and faster trying to make his torture end and Frank groaned in pleasure at the forced masturbation he was making the white boy carry out.
The fat man looked over at Thomas and asked, “How about a little kiss? Just one kiss?”
Thomas laughed and said, “Alright you horny old goat, I guess I can give you that much. You heard the man sissy, give him a little kiss right on the head.”
Billy groaned in humiliation but moved his face in close to the disgusting cock before him. He sobbed as he pursed his lips and touched them to the head of Frank’s disgusting cock for a quick smooch.
Frank roared out his approval and Billy was smart enough to move out of the way as the first thick rope of cum shot out of Frank’s piss slit
Billy stayed off to the side as he continued to stroke the fat man’s cock, milking out spurt after spurt of hot, thick, cum. The white boy was astonished by the sheer amount of cum the black man shot out and thought it must have been at least a full cup of semen.
Before Billy could stand up, Frank tossed him a wet cloth and a dry towel and said, “Clean that shit up faggot.”
Billy did as he was told and wiped the filthy spunk from the dirty floor as the black men watched and laughed at him
Thomas said, “See you soon Frank, I’ll have some more work for you on this little bitch soon, I’m sure. I’m betting his wife is gonna love the new look so much that she’ll have some requests of her own.”
Frank said, “Come back anytime. I want to sample that bitch’s mouth as payment for any more work.”
Thomas answered, “You got it, my man.” And left the store with a bewildered Billy following.
The towering black man grinned back at the sissy as they walked and watched him try to fend off the gropes and slaps of his admiring crowd of homeboys. He said in a terrible voice, “Let’s go show my lady what her little sissy bitch looks like now. I guarantee she’s gonna love your new look and want to improve on it drastically.” Thomas laughed loudly as he and Billy got into the car and headed for the white boy’s home.
End of Part One
