……
So I found myself inside Kevin’s house for the first time since he’d moved in.
“Beer?” he asked.
“No thanks. What do you want Kevin?”
“Well it’s like this, Pinky. I don’t know what you had planned to wear at my party, but I have your attire here,” as he gestured to a big, long, flat box on the table.
“I’m not going to wear anything that makes me look like a fool,” I said as firmly as I could.
“Take a look,” he said, as he flipped the lid. It appeared to be a complete Little Bo Peep outfit, with a bell dress, jacket, bonnet, curly blonde wig and a wooden shepherds crook.
“I’m not…..”
“Put it on. I want to see.” It was more of a command than a request. I looked at him, pleading with my eyes not to make me do this.
“We have a deal for when you’ve been to my party……. so put it on”, his final words a growl as he took two steps towards me.
“Ok, ok,” I fatefully backed down. I started to remove my jacket.
“I’m not a pervert,” Kevin said, ” I don’t want to watch you strip, especially as you need to be buck naked to transform yourself into a true girly Bo Peep.”
He surprisingly he turned his back, and two minutes later I was totally naked, fishing from the box a pair of frilly, light- blue bloomers, the obvious first thing to put on. As I was bent over naked with one foot in the bloomers, Kevin abruptly spun around. I instinctively froze, but he urged, “Carry on, there’s lots to do. Your wife will be watching her movie for a couple of hours, sure, but it’s not like in college when we had the whole night.”
He stood and watched as I hurriedly pulled up the bloomers, then wriggle myself into the long, light blue, frilly bell dress. I put on the wig as best I could, then the jacket, and topped it off with the broad rim bonnet. I reached for the crooked stick, but Kevin said to leave it alone. I couldn’t help but notice there were little straps with buckles and hooks all around the bottom of the dress but although it looked strange, I didn’t consider what they were for.
“The belt needs to be much tighter,” he said, as his hands went to work, shortening it a couple of notches, squeezing it tight into my stomach. “Take off the bonnet and jacket, I want to try something,” he ordered. “Now, strike a pose with your arms in the air. Clasp your hands together at the back of your neck, and make sure you tightly entwine your fingers”
When I’d done just that, he reached down and started to gather up the hem of the dress and lift it high in the air, effectively blocking my view. The stirring of the dress continued, and I heard the repeated clicking and latching of buckles somewhere over the top of my head.
“What the….” I started to protest, as I realised the hem of the dress was being buckled together above my head, effectively encasing me in.
“Shut up and stand still,” Kevin barked, as I felt and heard yet more straps and buckles being pulled and clicked into place above my head. My hands were still behind my neck with fingers entwined, and with my elbows now almost touching and with the inner-sides of my wrists squashing into the sides of my neck, I was effectively locked immobile in place.
“It works,” Kevin declared. “Look, you’re in the prettiest strait jacket I’ve ever seen.”
But I couldn’t look. The upper half of my body was completely encased in upturned skirt, and I couldn’t see anything. Then I realised my lower half was only wearing frilly bloomers.
“Come for a walk,” Kevin said, as I felt him steer me several steps backwards, encased in a blinding bundle of dress. Then I felt a tugging upwards of the straps above my head. I was being hung up, suspended on some kind of master hook. I heard a ratchet clicking and felt myself being hoisted even more, until I was balanced high up on tip-toe.
“These won’t do,” Kevin said, as I felt his fingers find the waistband of the bloomers. The next thing I knew, my ankles were being lifted one at a time as he slid the bloomers completely off.
“Time for pink panties, don’t you think?” Kevin said in a mocking tone. “They should make you feel much more relaxed,” as I felt my ankles being lifted again. A familiar, cool silk smoothness was being slid up my thighs, and my cock gave an involuntary stir. When he’d pulled them up into place, I felt his fingers slide around to straighten the waistband. Then, as his hands smoothed me down to get a neat and snug fit, his palm started rubbing at my crotch.
“It feels nice, doesn’t it, having your weeny in smooth, soft, pink panties? But they are coming back off and going in your mouth later. I don’t want to hear you squealing like a pig when my cock is reclaiming your ass.”
“No, please don’t do this.” I breathed, almost in a whisper, so weak it was barely a protest. Oh why hadn’t I spoken out earlier? My words bore no authority now, emitting from inside a girly, frilly blue bell-dress. He had methodically ensnared me with hardly a whimper, and now his palm was stroking my crotch. I mumbled more words of pathetic lame protest to try stop his massaging palm, but with my erection now steadily building, instead of recoiling, I pushed back at the source of abuse. My hapless thrust forward encouraged him further, and his rubbing palm claimed me harder and faster. Kevin knew he was now in control as he tormented and teased with his words.
“You love this, don’t you, my pink pantied pansy. You loved it in college, and I bet you still do. Go on, grow hard for me, faggot, you know that you want to.”
I hated Kevin for doing this. But I hated my cock more for its selfish betrayal as it danced to his lecherous tune. And as much as I wanted my cock to stay soft and limp, it inexorably grew larger and longer.
“That’s it, sissy, swell that cock for me. I know you can’t stop yourself. Do you want me to give it a suck when it’s all nice and hard? Suck your cock before mine goes up into your ass. I’m going to breed you tonight, just like the old days, you fag, sissy bitch. That’s why I brought you, and that’s why you came. You knew I’d want to use you, and use you I will, like you’re an easy whore, faggot cum-dumpster.”
Despite his despicable words, I couldn’t withstand it, and my cock continued to grow. And with no way of hiding my telling display, I was irrevocably retaking my place. He was re-affirming his true alpha male status, with me as his pink pantied slave. This time around I had much more to lose, but still he was assuming command.
“You always were easy meat, and I can see you still are. You plainly enjoy being my little pink pansy. I’m going to use the crook on you later. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, fag whore? Opening your legs as it slides down inside the back your panties, willing it to hook into your ass. And when it does, I’ll clip it onto my trusty old winch so I can hoist you up, one click at a time, ’till you can barely touch ground with your tip-toes. Then maybe I’ll give it a couple more clicks ’till you’re dangling on the ass-hook like mealworm. I bet that’d enjoy that, eh, sissy bitch? You’ll be wriggling and squealing like a piglet.”
I don’t know why, but as he hissed his taunting, vile words, my cock kept relentlessly rising. My mind was in turmoil as I heard Kevin move and take a position behind me. His left arm came around in a firm bear-hug grip, locking my back to his chest. His right hand then mauled at my straining hard cock, which was shamefully tenting high in my panties.
“I’ve got you now bitch, haven’t I? This is how you’re going to be at the party. Hamstrung and helpless and wearing pink panties as I make you fully aroused. I’m going to make a wager with that Debbie of yours that you love being humiliated and punished. And when I prove I’m right and this makes you horny, she’ll want a piece of you too. I know she’ll do it, ‘cos I’ll get her so high she won’t be able to resist. What do you think your stoned wife will do to you, Pinky, when I give her some toys to try out? Which one do you think she’ll use on you first? And when you squander your seed all over the carpet, what signal does that send, eh? She won’t want a wimp husband to make her pregnant. She’ll want a real man, and I’ll be there, ready and waiting. And when I’ve run her ragged, and she begs me to stop, don’t worry, I will. But there’ll still be the needs of my crew, and they will be next. Can you hear her pitiful pleas of anguish, Pinky, begging for her sex-nightmare to end? But I’m sure they’ll be able to extract a few more orgasms from her swollen, raw pussy as they all take their turn to rape her. Would you prefer to be blindfolded and just hear the action, or would you want to watch the whole show? She’ll be misused for hours but I’m sure she’ll enjoy it, except for possibly near the end. But who cares if her last few orgasms are a mixture of both pleasure and raw pain. It’ll make for some fine entertainment.”
Still holding my cock, now rock hard and throbbing, he breathed words which were both chilling and perceptive.
“You’re still hard, my little pink princess. I knew you’d be cuckold material.” he mocked as a deliberate taunt, working ever harder at my cock. “That means I can rob you of all your seed, Pinky. You won’t be needing it. Your precious wife has told me wants a baby, but it won’t be from your little weaner, not if there’s no fuel in the tank. You’ll have to let a real man step in to do the breeding for you, yes? And you haven’t got it in you to stop that happening, have you, my little pink puffcake, not now I’m back on the scene?”
I was stunned into silence, too dumbstruck to speak, as his fingers hooked the waistband of my panties. Pulling them down, my ankles were again lifted, leaving me waist-down buck naked.
“Are you ready for what’s coming, my sweet little princess?” Kevin continued his taunt. “Don’t worry, I’ll send you home shortly when we’ve both had our fun, and after you’ve spilt all your seed.”
With those ominous words, he positioned his hands, and they callously started their work. With one hand now pumping and the other gently kneading, it was only a matter of time. Relentless and ruthless, they stuck at their task, and I knew there’d be only one outcome. Caught in his trap and with no means of escape, I succumbed to a dark wave of acceptance. I shuddered and shook as he stroked me to climax, ejecting my precious white seed. But his hands kept on working despite my sad state, pumping ’till I was limp, sore and dry. With one hand squeezing my now forlorn cock and his other still cupping my now empty scrotum, Kevin hissed his intent in my ear.
“Your wife’s off the pill and wants to get pregnant. Well, let me tell you, she soon will be, but the seed won’t be from your empty ball-sack. I’m gunna milk you every evening from now on, and you’d better not dare disobey me. It’s either that or a cock cage, which might take some explaining, so make sure you’re ready for my call. When you return to your wife after each evening with me, you’ll have been thoroughly milked ’till you’re dry. Are we in agreement? Is that what you want? I expect you’ll say it’s OK.”
Still ensnared inside swathes of the upturned bell dress, and with his hand slowly increasing its painful squeeze on my now dangling balls, I resigned myself to my fate. The lacy blue fabric twitched my frantic nods of agreement, as my dry mouth whispered “OK”. I’d nodded to bring an end to the excruciating pain of his grip, but also in defeated acceptance. My virile, white seed was now his to control, and every evening would be wasted away. And with no potent seed I’d have no masculine value, and so nothing to offer my wife. Kevin was claiming all that was mine, and his status had made me back down. He’d muscled back in to steal my self-worth, and I just couldn’t bring myself to say “No!” When we were in college, everyone knew of his fearsome reputation, and when I’d been faced with his sick, twisted menace, I surrendered myself to him without hesitation. In everyday life I’d been a regular Joe, but with him I was a meek, servile wimp. I was still under his spell and he’d seized the advantage, knowing I was still his to command. And to firmly cement his Alpha status, he crushed me with a cruel recollection…
“I remember your face at college when you first saw my beast in all its rage and unrestrained glory. I could tell straight away you were spellbound with awe and wanted to be one of its victims. That’s why you brought your pink panties to the shower that day. You hoped you would tempt me to get close-up and personal. And tempt me you did, you dirty slut whore, and then came to my door like I ordered. You were supposed to be just a one-time thing, did you know that? Just another weak, sissy victim to add another notch to my bedpost. But, hey, who knew our ‘thing’ would go on for so long, and how deep our bond would become? Night after night you’d show up at my door, despite what you’d get once inside. I knew what you wanted the first time you let me push my tongue through your juicy, red lips and explore the depths of your mouth. I’ll freely admit, I was surprised when you started sucking on my tongue and moaning girly moans into my mouth. But I knew right there and right then, that same moaning mouth would open just as easy for my cock. And it did, didn’t it, my sweet, little puffcake, that same night, while you were kneeling at my feet in my dorm-room. But you came back for more, and then again more, until it seemed like you couldn’t keep away. That’s when I realised you were addicted. But it wasn’t just the power and majesty of my cock, was it, my poor little pansy, you came back for more of my seed? You’d enjoyed it that first time and wanted some more, and ended up being hopelessly addicted. And even after I realised it might be ****** or something in my system and I’d put a stop to your blow jobs, you kept on coming right back. Night after night you’d be tapping on my door, waiting ’till I let you come in. Then I realized something else. I’d become something more to you, hadn’t I? You didn’t come to my room hoping to savour my juices. You came because you wanted to be with me …. spend time with me …. feel the weight of my body laid on yours. That’s why you allowed yourself to become my ass-fuck whore, isn’t it, you poor, little thing? I didn’t need your asshole as a cum-bucket, ‘cos I’d plenty other puppets on a string. But there you were, night after night, all pre-slicked and bending over like a bitch. And that’s why you’ve kept your precious pink panties, huh, ‘cos you’re still a little, sissy-bitch at heart? Well then, my sweet puff-cake, now married and all, your master has returned to take charge. From now on, you’ll answer only to me and do every single thing I goddam tell you. It’s for your own good, Pinky, ‘cos from what I’ve seen, apart from that sweet, sexy wife of yours, you’re wallowing in a lame, pathetic life. Well, just like in college, I’m gonna help you, Pinky. I’m gonna supercharge your dead-end existence by leaps and bounds. You didn’t think you’d aced your exams by yourself, did you, stupid boy? I’d pulled some puppet-stings for you, Pinky, ‘persuaded’ some teachers to doctor your grades to give you a flying start to your life. But you should be doing better than this, and it seems you need more of my help. It’s gonna come with some highs and lows, and there’s never any gain without pain. But you’ll end up in a better place, Pinky, with a much better life for you and that sweet wife of yours. And that is what you want, yes? Tell me I’m right and we’re on the same page. I’m sure you’re going to agree.”
When his hand gave my sore and tender balls an even harder squeeze, I nodded my head in acceptance.
………………….
“Oh, good, your back. Did you have a good time at rehearsals?” chirped Debs as I awkwardly shuffled back into my own home.
“No, not really,” I mumbled as I looked down at the floor.
“I’ve got something to cheer you up. Look at this.” as she flaunted a naughty, black negligee.
“When did you get that?” I asked with hidden dismay, realising where this would be going and trying to show some enthusiasm.
“I bought it today. Nice, huh? I bought it to coincide with ovulation.”
“Oh, great,” I enthused, camouflaging my unspoken “Oh, no!”
“Go grab a shower, hun. The film was, how shall I say, invigorating? Plus, you know how I get when I start ovulating. Tonight’s your night, babe. I need a man.”
With that, I slinked off to take a shower.
…..
“What’s the matter, hun. I hoped tonight would be special?” Debbie cooed in my ear, as my spent manhood lay limp under the bed-sheet.
I made lame excuses, as any man would, but Debs was in the mood for my love.
“Go down on me then. Please give me something. I need it, hun, please”.
She lifted the sheets like a silken, soft tent, and I slid myself down out of view. I worked her with fingers and rubbed with my thumb, but she stopped me just a few minutes in.
“I’m sorry, but that just ain’t doing it. Aren’t you going to use your delicious, hot tongue?” Debbie purred.
“I’m sorry too, hun,” I answered. “I can’t seem to get into the mood.”
“Well, if you can’t summon the mood, I guess I’ll have to rain-check ’till tomorrow. But I don’t wanna keep it on hold too long, babe. Ovulation only goes until Sunday.”
I shuffled myself out from under the tent and repeated my apology, which was rewarded with a lukewarm peck on the cheek. Debbie grumped an angry ‘huff’, and with a swirling of bed-sheets she snuggled down …. said ‘goodnight’ ….. and turned her back.
Before I’d left Kevin and whilst still in blonde wig, I’d been on my knees at his feet. With a click of his fingers and a point at the floor, I’d sunk down in total submission. As I knelt down before him I’d meekly complied as he’d made full use of my mouth. He then sent me home, unwashed and still tainted, instructing I go use my tongue.
“Go back to your wife and give her a good licking. You might just do my job for me.”
If his seed had survived, and with Debbie’s ripe eggs ….. It was a risk which didn’t bare thinking.
…………………….
THURSDAY
I came home from work knowing ‘he’ would have been. He wouldn’t miss out on his afternoon chat. Plus, he’d promised a ‘fitting’, with a costume he’d acquired a couple of years ago and which he assured me would look great on my wife.
“What did he bring for you to try on?” I asked, as Debbie marched in from the kitchen, still in a prickly humour. It seemed I was still out of favour, not having sated her pregnancy frustration.
“He brought a big box, if you really must know, containing a Little Bo Peep costume. It was light blue and frilly and looked really gorgeous and I fell in love with it straight away. He said if he helped me to put it on, just to make sure it was fitted correctly, then he guaranteed it would highlight my best features. It looked real cute and was gonna let him help me try it on, but he reminded me it was a reverse fancy dress and he’d brought the wrong box. Maybe some other time, he said, perhaps if I ever went round to his place. He took it away and came back with another box. I’m not supposed to tell you, but it was a full police-officer’s uniform.”
“Oh, really?” I exclaimed with genuine surprise, having not known what to expect.
“It’s very realistic, and comes with a hat, shoes and truncheon, and a pair of real, true-to-life handcuffs.”
“Did you try it all on while he was still here?” I asked, barely containing my angst at having heard the words ‘truncheon’ and ‘hand-cuffs.’
I studied her closely to check her reaction, recalling my traumatic Bo-Peep transformation.
“No, no. He held it up against me, and it looked about right, but I said I’d try it tonight. If my new negligee didn’t do it, then maybe being dressed as a cop can arrest your attention.”
“Yeah, sorry about last night. I just felt drained. I’ll definitely be ok tonight.”
“When you get back from Kevin’s?” she stated. “While we were chatting, Kevin said to remind you he’ll need you to pop round later this evening. He rattled off a load of technical stuff about equipment for filming the party. I had no idea what he was talking about, but he said you’d be a star if you could spare half an hour for the set up.”
My wife was oblivious to the connotations of the words she’d just spoken, but it certainly gave me a cold shiver.
“Was he was here for a while then?” I asked as calm as I could, sensing there was much more to be heard.
“Oh yeah, this afternoon we both laid out in the sun while he amused me with more of his stories.”
“What, you were sunbathing together?” I squawked, almost in a shriek, alarmed at their blossoming friendship.
“He said he was jealous of my all-over tan and wanted to share some of my rays. So he stripped off down to his jocks and joined me laid out in the sun. Don’t worry, Hun, nothing else happened, although he sure likes strutting his tats and big muscles. He told me more stories about him and his crew, and how he got caught out and arrested. It happened when they’d been asked to invade a wealthy mans’ home and steal some expensive jewellery. It was all part of an insurance scam, as the owner was desperate for cash. They were told the rich guy would feign some defence and to give him a light working over. But his wife was there too, and she was red smoking hot, and he couldn’t restrain his wild crew. They all took turns at her, which went on for hours, but Kevin said she was really enjoying the attention. But the trouble was, they stayed much longer than they’d planed, and about 2 a. m. their daughter came home from a date with her boyfriend. His crew were ecstatic to have some fresh meat, and it turned into a total disaster. The daughter had cameras installed in her bedroom, and they captured two hours of raw action. When him and his crew left about 4a. m. the cops were soon hot on their tail, and that’s how their five year spree of mischief and mayhem was abruptly brought to an end.”
“Mischief and mayhem?” I grimaced in echo. “Sounds like a sex nightmare to me.”
“Yeah, doesn’t it just,” she said with an unusual grin, before sauntering off to the kitchen.
……………..
After dinner and a shower, as sternly requested, again I trudged around to see Kevin.
“Welcome, my little pink princess. I hope you’re ready for round two.”
“Look, Kevin, I can’t do this. Please, just leave me alone.” I rasped, with my shoulders drooping, as I stood midpoint in his front room. He slowly walked round me, hands clasped at his back, symbolically hemming me in. He was like a cruel vulture making slow lazy circles as it callously weighed up its prey.
“I promised I would, but after the party. I thought I had made that clear. Obviously you need this message reinforced. You like being forced, don’t you, my little pink princess? If you were to strip naked, what do you think I’d force you to do?”
“Look, Kevin, it’s…..”
“No, you look!” he snapped me into silence, as he produced my own silky pink panties. He was twirling them round on his pointed-up finger, like a mocking and taunting pink flag.
“Time to undress for a bit more rehearsing, so the party can go with a swing.”
“No, Kevin, please don’t,” as his hand went to my trouser belt buckle.
“You know you won’t stop me. You won’t even try,” as he picked and pulled at the clasp. I was proving him right as I stood numbly still, too despondent to even react.
“That’s a good boy,” he cooed with foreboding, as he deftly pulled my trouser belt open. “You take it from here, it’s time for more fun,” as he again wielded my sacred pink panties.
I couldn’t believe I was allowing myself to be manipulated again. What was wrong with me? Still, my own fingers pulled down the zipper, and with my eyes cast down at the floor, I removed my trousers and lay them aside, and stood only in jacket, shirt and jocks.
“We don’t need these,” Kevin said coolly, as he wafted his hand at my chest.
My self-respect now gone, and with no further prompting, I stripped myself down to my jocks. I stood there before him awaiting my fate, as Kevin posed with both arms fixed folded.
“I see there’s no excitement in the air tonight,” as he looked at the flat front of my jocks. “We must do something about that,” as he held out an open palm hand. “Here, grab hold and come with me. There’s something I want you to see.”
With the natural reflex of an innocent child, I reached out and meekly placed my hand into his.
“That’s right, my little pink pansy, come along, come walk this way.”