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Warning. This chapter has a graphic forced intercourse scene. It also includes deep humiliation, cuckolding themes, spanking, slapping, and the drinking of urine.

Rachel moaned loudly. You could clearly hear a slapping noise reverberating in the living room from the bedroom with an open door. A sound similar to the one made when running in wet flip flops. You could also hear the headboard rhythmically thump against the wall. Travis smiled creepily as he stared at me. He was seated on the couch as I was seated at my desk. I sipped a on a tea that I had brewed.

“FUCK ME, DADDY!!! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG DICK!!!” Rachel screamed.

Travis let out a laugh, which he half attempted to conceal. I tried to act like I didn’t care. I pretended that his was normal adult behavior. Most landlord’s fucked their tenants, mine just literally fucks my wife. While my demeanor in front of Travis may have seemed cool and calm, I truly wanted to die inside. It was utterly humiliating.

Travis was Jim’s teenaged nephew that I had to babysit occasionally. He was an argumentative fuck that loved to push my buttons and test me. He was eighteen with the maturity of a thirteen year old. I often imagined he had a pinecone for a brain. Sharp, prickly, and unable to hold knowledge. I didn’t understand why he needed a sitter until I witnessed how irresponsible he was. I had to stand my ground with him on several occasions, which was crazy. He was at least a foot taller and had over a hundred pounds of muscle on me. He had a hundred pounds of fat on me too.

He was an immature, acne riddled punk, who specialized in obstinate defiance. If anyone asked me, I would have told them that he worked on his muscles at the gym too much and neglected to work on his muscle at the library. I hoped he would get a job in a different state or do something to get free housing in a prison.

Rachel walked around the living room bowlegged. She was covered in sweat and was in a daze from the multiple orgasms she had just received. Jim would give her more orgasms in an hour than I had during our entire marriage. I could hear the shower turn on. Travis and I stared at Rachel.

“Sounds like Uncle’s got them skills.” Travis said.

Rachel blushed, I turned red for other reasons.

“Congratulations on graduation.” Rachel said, trying to change the subject.

“Hey thanks, you know, I never got a graduation present from you two. I think I know something that could work out great.”

Rachel blushed again, Travis turned to me and gave me a sinister smile.

“You know, you shoooouldnnn’t…. Listen, you cann..can’t talk to my wife that way.” I said.

“Shut up, Cuck!” Travis shot back.

Travis laughed. Rachel had a smile on her face as she tried to hold back her laughter. I was deflated, wanting to just die at that moment. Jim walked into the room as I contemplated death.

I immediately walked to the door and opened it for Jim and Travis. Jim pat me on the back as he walked out. He then held on to my back as he walked over the threshold. His hand slid over my ass and pinched my left butt cheek.

“She is one helluva fuck.” He said to me as he stopped and gave me a quick but hard slap on my ass.

Travis looked at me with a smart ass expression. I looked at him in a scolding way. He pushed me, and then put his finger in my face.

“Travis! Leave him alone!” Jim barked.

Travis smiled and slapped my ass hard and squeezed it. I looked at him in shock as he squeezed my cheeks. My hatred of him soon boiled over.

“Get your hands off of me!” I yelled.

“Get your hands off of me.” He mocked in a high pitched voice as he walked away with Jim. He stopped and turned towards me to say, “On second thought, maybe I will fuck you instead of your wife for my present.”

I like to say that nothing changed between Rachel and I. I still say this lie today, but things changed. Rachel used to tell me that a man was measured in virtue, not inches. She was less impressed by virtue during the last few months of her life. Jim had already started feminizing me, I just didn’t realize it at the time. He used my debt to exploit me, and then systematically broke down my masculinity. It started out with little comments. Tiny little insults that I didn’t react to because I was in debt to him. These insults snowballed into him fucking my wife in front of me. These insults then started to come from Rachel.

She treated the three nights a week that Jim came over as a date night. Nights that I would cook and clean for. She would ask Jim to fix things around the apartment for her. She would treat Jim as the man of the house. I constantly wondered why Jim had to be so cruel to me. Why did he have to fuck my wife and then gloat about it to me? Why did he rub it my face? Why did he make sure I saw him naked after he fucked my wife?

Jim got his satisfaction from humiliating me. He would later tell me that he planned on having Rachel cuckold me. He was slowly going to start fucking me more and bursa merkez escort Rachel less. He planned on eventually kicking her to the curb after I was soundly ensnared in his trap.

Jim wasn’t a people person. He was off putting and confrontational. Watching him eat reminded me of the scene from Lord of the Rings where Denethor the Second ate chicken and tomatoes. He wore clothing that neither looked good nor bad. He was a harsh critic and was very cynical. A lot of people called him a narcissist, but he was Machiavellian in nature. He could control his impulses and was always working towards a goal. I came to know his idiosyncrasies well and, as much as I hated to admit, I loved our sex life.

My gender was purposefully made ambiguous by Jim. He was attracted to me when I was humiliated, degraded, or in pain. He never wanted me to fully transition to a girl. He wanted me to be constantly humiliated as a slightly-passable crossdresser. He could easily have afforded laser hair removal for me, but I never got used to the pain of being waxed. Still haven’t. He recorded videos of me being waxed on his phone and loved every second of it. It was usually an old Asian lady waxing me and she would purposefully make it more painful for the camera. Jim would tip her well.

He did bring me to an endocrinologist after a few weeks for hormone therapy. He wanted my fats and muscles to redistribute, and he wanted my skin to soften. He was also excited to see if my cock would shrink anymore. I would sit in silence as the doctor examined me and spoke to Jim about my health. The doctor understood that I was a slave, and he had zero moral objections to it as long as I was healthy.

Calling Jim a misogynist is like calling water wet. “The Handmaid’s Tale” was his spank-bank. Jim believed that women, trans and cis, are inferior to men. He believed that women are the property of their husbands. Going a step further, he thought girls are the property of their fathers until they are transferred to a new male owner, in exchange for a dowry. He thought men should buy as many wives as they desired and can afford. One of his more outlandish beliefs was unsold women should be taken over by the state at the age of twenty-five for use as labor in state facilities and/or used as sex workers in state owned brothels.

“We could abolish income tax and fund the entire country off the brothels!” He would say, excitedly.

Jim had no issues with male homosexuality, and he topped young men. He felt that male bottoms were men but they should be respectfully subservient to their tops. He frowned upon younger tops with older bottoms. He felt gay relationships should resemble pederasty. He honestly considered transwomen to be women. He believed their penis was now a clit, and they should be property of men just like ciswoman. He was grossed out by porn that showed transwomen topping men or other women. This is why I spent the majority of my time with him locked in chastity. He felt locking my sissy clit up was him being socially responsible, maybe in the same way it’s socially responsible to spay or neuter your pets.

Jim’s definition of sex was a penis penetrating another person’s body. Two girls together was gross to him and he considered it at most to be a group masturbation type of thing. He once said that lesbian sex should be a capital offense. Unlike transwomen, he was not accepting of transmen. He didn’t respect their transition and considered it a kin to year round Halloween. Any relationship that only included a mixture of transwomen, ciswomen, and transmen was some sort of blasphemy to him and he felt it should be illegal.

Jim had made an impression of his erect penis and he would use this as a mold to make wax replicas of his cock. He would add bitter ingredients to the wax to make it taste as wretched as possible. He had somehow procured a mannequin from a big and tall men’s store. It was headless and had a larger belly. He set the mannequin up in the living room of his house. It had a screw at the groin that he could screw the wax dong on to.

Jim would kneel me at the mannequin each morning for the first couple weeks. He would place a head restraint on me that attached to the mannequin. He set the leash so I could not get the dong fully out of my mouth. My wrists would be restrained to my ankles, and he would place a spreader bar between my ankles. I would have to fellate the bitter tasting wax dong for one to three hours every morning. Sometimes more. My jaw would be incredibly sore. I would start with a fresh mold every morning. He would count the teeth marks in the wax when I was done and calculate how much correction I needed through discipline.

I had fellated the dong for a short time one morning when Jim grabbed my leash and stopped me from sucking. He disconnected my restraints and checked out the dong. He led me to the couch by the leash. He sat down and yanked me across his lap.

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I bursa escort bayan could feel Jim’s cock get hard. Spanking me made him harder as rock usually.

“Get on your knees.” Jim said as he slowly unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock.

I looked at Jim’s cock with excitement. It was already pretty angry and pointed towards me. My lips salivated. I looked forward to tasting his beautiful thick cock. I desperately wanted to run my tongue around his mushroom and kiss it from head to base. Maybe today would be the day that I could suck on him.

“The most important part about blowjobs is the man’s pleasure. It doesn’t matter if your knees or jaw hurt. It doesn’t matter if you’re sick. It doesn’t even matter if you’re choking. The only concern you have is his pleasure.”

“But I can’t suffocate….. I mean….”

Jim slapped me hard across my misbehaving face.

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He then pointed his finger at me very very closely and slapped me harder.

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“Your life isn’t even half as important as my or another man’s orgasm.”

I cried while Jim stared at me with a smile. His cock grew even harder.

“You aren’t sucking cock. You are worshipping cock. The man should be absolutely relaxed while you vigorously pleasure him. This is how you demonstrate your love of cock and the respect you have for your owner.”

“Yes sir.” I said, still teary.

“You should do your absolute best, whether it’s me or a complete stranger. You should be grateful for any and every opportunity to worship a cock. No teeth. As far down your throat as possible. Massage it with your tongue and suck on it. Pay attention to the sounds he makes and focus on the things that gives him the most pleasure.”

“Yes sir.”

“Kiss my cock and worship it, bitch.”

Bitch was my name. Legal documents soon had my name as Patricia, but he mostly called me bitch. Tricia was used when with polite company.

I kissed Jim’s cock on the head. I planted small kisses along his shaft until I got to the base. I dragged my tongue back down his long cock and ran it around the end of his mushroom. I then took him in my mouth. I was proud of myself for finally getting to suck Jim’s cock.

My red ass wagged in the air and my caged cock gently flapped underneath as I lustfully sucked on his dick. I was overcome with the taste. The smell of his sweat. Jim smelled like a men’s locker room. It drove me wild. I wanted more and more. I bobbed up and down, slurping and moaning on his cock. My little cock was rock hard and fought against its tiny cage. I thought I might actually cum from the excitement of having a cock in my throat and his balls on my chin. I thought about Linda Lovelace in Deep Throat, having orgasms from giving throat.

My cock strained hard against my cage. My entire body was at peak arousal. I felt like I was finally finding myself. I moaned loudly as I sucked on his cock. His long pubic hair pressed against my nose as his balls rested on my chin. I took pride in kissing the base of his cock with my lips as my throat squeezed his beautiful cock. I was an absolute slutty whore. It was written in my DNA.

“That’s it! Drink it all! Fuck… drink it all, you whore bitch….” Jim groaned.

I felt Jim’s cock swell and shoot cum in the back of my throat. Jim grabbed my head and held it there. His cock pumped wave after wave of cum into my throat. I let it slide back into my mouth so I could taste all the warm sticky cum. Jim moaned loudly and looked at me with loving admiration. This is one of my all time happiest memories.

I sat on the hardwood floor in front of Jim. My mouth still open, my tongue pushed out. My body trembled. Jim squeezed his cock at the base and slowly moved his hand down his cock, squeezing all the cum out of it onto my tongue.

“You deserve a treat.” Jim said as he placed his softening cock to my lips.

I opened my mouth and a stream of piss hit the back of my mouth. I looked at Jim with all the love in the world as he filled my mouth with his warm piss. He paused and I swallowed.

“Would you like piss in your hair?”

I looked up at Jim and nodded with a little bashful smile. Jim carefully soaked my hair and pissed on my face. His piss ran down the front of my body. My little cock was either going to break its cage or break itself. Jim spit on my face and pushed his cock into my mouth. I knew what this meant. Keep up and don’t spill any piss on the floor. I swallowed as Jim emptied his bladder into me, his urinal whore.

Things rapidly changed once I demonstrated my ability to suck cock to acceptable standards. Jim rarely did as he said. I had been given hundreds of rules throughout our relationship. I could be punished for not following bursa ucuz escort any of them, but it was confusing because many of them were contradictory. In example, one of the rules was that I was supposed hide in plain sight. I was not to talk, distract, or do anything unless directed to by Jim. Another rule was I was supposed to greet Jim with a blowjob when he came home or even just walked into a room. I would try and suck his dick when he walked into a room and I would get spanked hard for disobeying the rules. Other times I would keep to myself and would punished for not sucking his cock when he walked into the room. What I had to learn to do was read him and anticipate what his moody ass wanted. I was wrong sometimes and got punished, but I was mostly right.

I bring this up because I was led to believe early on that I was to wear a uniform of a thong and bra at the house, and hooker wear outside. I mostly wore soccer shorts and a t-shirt at the house. They were technically youth size and my butt cheeks would hang out. The tee shirt was also a little short. He would have me do my makeup and would inspect me before we left the house together. He would have me dress androgynous and conservative when we left the house. He mainly hoped I wouldn’t stick out and draw attention to him.

Jim paid attention to how men looked at me. Some men were disgusted by me and some were not affected by me. I was surprised to find out that most men wouldn’t hesitate to fuck me as long as it was a secret. Discreetly putting a load in a submissive sissy was akin to breaking a horse, a notch on the belt that most wouldn’t turn down in private. My blowjob skills became a form of currency for Jim. Jim would haggle over prices. He would now offer my oral services any time he thought the other party had showed a little interest in me.

“That goes for two-fifty in any home improvement store.” The pawn shop owner said to Jim, who was looking at a cordless impact driver kit.

“Yeah, but that’s brand new. This joker ain’t brand new.” Jim replied.

“It may not be brand new, but it’s practically new.”

“The dates on the batteries are 2021, the batteries are at least a year old. Everything is in nice condition, but it ain’t new.”

“They’re priced accordingly. One-seventy-five and you walk out with the set.”

“I was thinking one-thirty.”

The back office of the pawn shop smelled like cottage cheese and brass polish. The last offer the owner gave was one-fifty. Jim handed him one-forty and I walked to the back office with the owner.

I kneeled in front of him. I worked his cock with my mouth quickly. I could sense his pleasure boiling over. I knew I had him and this would be over soon. He pulled his cock from my mouth and yanked me up to my feet. He pulled down my sweat pants.

“For that price, I’m going to need some ass too.”

“Jim said just a blowjob….” I said as he slammed my upper body onto his desk, face first.

“Well Jim has to realize that I do the fucking around here, not him.”

His hand pushed and held my head into the desk as I cried.

“You’re not supposed to. This wasn’t the deal! I’m going to get into trouble…. I don’t want this….. Stop!” I cried, desperately.

He kicked my feet to spread my legs. I tried to stand back up as he ripped at my thong panties. Tears pooled on his desk as he held me down.

“Looks like you’ve learned a lesson or two recently. Just shut up and enjoy it before I teach you a lesson. I won’t be gentle like your boyfriend is. Faggot bitch.”

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He slapped my ass hard. His hands were rough, like sandpaper. I looked back, his face looked like pure evil to me. I knew Jim wouldn’t be happy. He often said I should listen to all men, but he was deathly afraid of STDs and hadn’t let anyone fuck me. I had just given a few blowjobs to get him a discount. I felt the tip of his cock pressed against my entry. I squirmed and tried to get away. His rather large cock pushed inside of my body, despite my protests.

I remember I looked at a desktop calculator in front of me on the desk, the old style with a roll of printer paper. The walls were lined with pinup pictures from porn magazines of sluts with big tits. The girls seemed to stare at me as the man forced his way upon my body. They all seemed to stare at me with disapproval for how much of a whore I was, fucking a man for a ten dollar discount.

He gripped my waist hard. He slapped my already bruised ass as he rammed in. He stopped pushing my head into the desk and grabbed my hair at the roots and then pulled hard. His hard thrusts were only lubed by a small amount of spit. I felt like I was being split apart, but I was too numb to register the pain that I was experiencing.

My cage tapped against the metal drawers under the desk. I almost felt like I was looking at the experience from above instead of being a participant in the experience. His cock inflated even more inside of me. I felt convulsions inside of me. I could feel my body clamp on his cock. The creampie and soreness would be a reminder afterwards that it did in fact happen to me.

“Jesus, you are a fucking dirty slut.” You came all over my fucking desk!” He said as he pointed at the puddle I left in his desk.

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