Sissy Stepdad

Sissy Stepdad

Chapter VIII

 

I reported to school the following morning wearing what would become my typical daily school attire: slacks, shirt and shoes.  No underwear or socks, though on occasion the girls would have me wear panties and girls= stockings.  The reason I went without underwear is the phone call I received just before leaving for school.

 

AHello?@ I said, when my sister handed me the phone, a quizzical look on her face.

 

ADress exactly like you were during school yesterday,@ Susan=s voice said.  ABring your used condom.  Oh, and pick me up two glazed donuts and a large coffee.@  She hung up before I could reply.

 

AWhat was that?@ Beth asked.

 

AUm...just someone from school.  Some information I=ve been waiting for.@

 

AOh, like answers for a test or something?@ she said, cocking her eyebrow.

 

AOr something,@ I replied, cryptically, heading back to my room to shed my underwear.

 

After all my expenses of the last week, I was nearly broke, but managed to scrounge my room for enough change to buy Susan her breakfast.  I was already running late, so in order to get everything and be waiting for Susan when she showed up, I decided to ride my bike.  Making a quick stop at Dunkin= Donuts, I rushed to school, parked my bike and managed to be waiting on the front steps just as Susan arrived.  I presented her with what I had assumed would be her breakfast.  She took the coffee and one of the donuts, handing the other back to me.

 

AI don=t think this one has enough glaze on it,@ she commented.  AWhy don=t you take your condom out and spread the contents over it?@  It wasn=t a question, but an order.

 

I looked around furtively before reaching into my pocket and retrieving the used condom.  I=d tied the open end so tightly that it would have been impossible to untie, so I did the only thing I could think of.  Using my teeth, I bit the tip of the reservoir end off and, using it like a pastry bag, squirted the congealed semen over the top of the donut.  I had a feeling Susan wasn=t going to be the one consuming this particular donut, but I held it out to her anyway.

 

ANo, I still don=t think it has enough >glaze= on it.  Why don=t you just hold on to it until we can figure out just how to cover it with more of that sticky stuff you love so much?  You do love it, don=t you?@ she asked with a cocked head, daring me to disagree.

 

AYes, Ma=am.  I=d rather eat it than anything else in the whole world,@ I answered, forcing a stupid smile on my face.

AWell, that=s good, because guess what you=re having for lunch today?  A stale, cum-glazed donut!   Doesn=t that just sound yummy?@

 

AOh, yes, Ma=am!@ I answered dutifully, maintaining the forced grin.

 

AWell?@ she said, standing there staring at me.  ADon=t you think you should be offering to take my books?@

 

AYes, Ma=am.  I=m sorry, Ma=am.  May I carry your books for you, Ma=am?@  I held out my hands.

 

AStop!  I don=t want my books to get that nasty stuff on them!@ she said, pointing to the donut in my hand.  AI think you should hold it in your mouth.  Don=t bite, though.  Just hold it there so your hands are free for my books.@

 

AYeth, Ma=aa,@ balancing the semen-covered donut between my pursed lips while she piled her binder, History, Math, Literature and Biology books on my arms.  I felt a glob of cum dribble over my lips and down my chin, unable to do anything about it.  I followed Susan to her locker, then to her first period class.  I barely had time to retrieve my own books, dropping the donut off in my locker, before the bell rang.

 

It was again useless for me to bother attending class that morning.  I couldn=t concentrate, and my mind was going a mile a minute.  I went through the motions, pretending to be paying attention, when I was actually thinking about everything that had happened to me so far, and what might yet happen.  Just before lunch, my thoughts turned to what I was going to eat, and I immediately spouted a boner which was unrestrained by my lack of undershorts.  I sat in the front row, and knew my teacher saw it.  Miss Abernathy was new, in her first year of teaching English, just barely out of college herself and just a few years older than her students.  She kept glancing towards me, then averting her eyes, but I knew she saw it.  She probably figured I was fantasizing about her, but I wasn=t.  I was thinking about being humiliated again; about how I would soon be eating that cum-covered donut, wondering whether I=d be disposing of any tampons this evening.  The tampon thing - that was the most disgusting, humiliating thing I=d been subjected to thus far, and therefore, the most exciting.  They=d threatened to make me eat one, too, I remembered.  I still wasn=t sure I=d be able to do that; it was everything I could do not to vomit every time I had one of those nasty things in my mouth anyway.

 

Lunch finally arrived, and I rushed to the cafeteria to claim my meal.  After offering the tray to Susan, I was dismissed to go retrieve my own lunch.  A few moments later and I was standing next to their table again, holding the donut out for inspection.

 

ANo, I don=t think so,@ the redheaded Roberta said.  ACome with me,@ she ordered, getting up from the table and leading me off, motioning for Carmen to follow.  They took my donut and went into the girl=s bathroom, leaving me standing outside the door.  About five minutes later, they returned, giggling as they had me follow them back to the table.  The eight girls left me standing there while they whispered to each other, grins and giggles following the hushed words.  Finally, Roberta looked up at me, a sadistic smile on her face.

 

AHere you go, puppy.  Eat up!@  She placed a sandwich bag on the table and slid it over to me.  I looked down in horror at its disgusting contents: Carmen=s latest used tampon piercing my donut like Cupid=s arrow, which was decorated with a wet, slimy turd. The look on my face caused a sudden outburst of laughter, but all I heard was a rushing noise as my world went black.

 

I found myself looking up from the floor a few minutes later, a crowd of students around me, staring down.  I was being attended to by the school nurse, the back of my head aching from striking the edge of the table as I fell.  I was helped into a wheel chair and taken to the nurse=s office.  I told the nurse I couldn=t remember anything, just that I=d suddenly felt faint and must have passed out.  She checked me out and determined that I probably didn=t have a concussion, but called my mom and recommended I see our family physician anyway, just as a precaution.  I waited in the nurse=s office until she picked me up.

 

AWhat happened, honey?@ she asked with a concerned tone in her voice.

 

AI=m okay, Mom,@ I reassured her.  AI probably shouldn=t have skipped breakfast this morning.  I just fainted, I guess.@  I hated lying to her, but I couldn=t very well tell the truth, could I?  AGee, Mom...these girls at school were going to make me eat a cum-saturated, piss covered donut.  Oh, and by the way, there was a bloody tampon inside it, too.@  Yeah, right.

 

AWell, let=s go home and let you lie down.  I=ll get you some soup or something, okay?@

 

AThat sounds fine, Mom,@ I replied, forcing a happy look on my face. 

 

As we left, I could see the girls waiting on the front steps.  To anyone else, it would appear they were just there, hanging out.  I knew better, particularly when Susan held up the sandwich bag with its disgusting contents, then pointed at me and licked her lips.  Dominique, too, let me know I was going to be punished for this; she took the doubled-over belt in her hand and menacingly slapped her own palm while glaring at me.  I had no doubt that I was in major trouble, and would be paying for it soon enough. 

 

I stayed home from school the following day, but all that did was exacerbate the fears of my impending punishment.  I had an appointment with our family physician that day, and he pronounced me healthy and fit, but advised me to be careful and report any dizziness or unexplained headaches.  I=m just glad he didn=t conduct a full physical, because I=m sure he would have told my parents about my shaved, hairless body and the welts still visible on my ass.

 

It wasn=t until late that afternoon that I got the phone call I=d been dreading.  I=d hoped they would have just left me alone for the day, but that wasn=t to be.  It was Dominique, reminding me that I had an appointment at the gym that evening, and warning me not to be late.

 

AYou=ve already earned more punishment than you can possibly handle, so I=m sure you don=t want to add to that,@ she admonished.  ABy the way, you=ll be working out and doing your chores naked tonight, as part of your punishment.  You can wear your gym shorts to and from the gym, but that=s all.@  There was a click as she hung up the phone.

 

I paced around my room in mental agony the rest of the day, pausing only to have a mindless dinner with my family.  Everyone could see I was preoccupied, which my parents wrote off as worry about the lab tests the doctor had ordered, the results of which would be back in a day or two.  That wasn=t the truth, of course.  I was worried about what was happening to my life.  I needed this downward spiral to stop - or was it that I needed it to continue?  I was so confused at this point   All I knew was whether or not I showed up at the gym, things would only get worse for me.  The question was, which Aworse@ did I want more?

 

That question answered itself shortly after dinner, when, without really thinking about it, I found myself in the shower, carefully shaving the stubble from my legs and pubic area.  Pubic area?  More like public area, I thought wryly to myself.  After all the viewing my cock had received lately, that part of my body certainly couldn=t be referred to as Amy private parts,@ could it?

 

Just before eight o=clock - closing time for the gym - I donned my gym trunks, quietly climbed out my bedroom window, and carefully made my way through the darkened streets to the gym.  Furtively looking around, I quietly tapped on the shaded glass door.

 

ALoose the shorts and get your sissy ass in here!@ Dominique spat quietly.  AOn your knees, slug!@

 

I was quick to obey, dropping to the ground and crawling inside the building just as she slipped the choke chain around my neck again.  As she led me across the room, I could hear an angry voice, punctuated by loud slapping sounds and followed by deep sobs.  Our destination was a small anteroom just off the main gym floor.  There I found Big Daddy, Sir and another man.  The sobs were coming from the other person, a somewhat fat, naked man of about 40 years, who was bound immobile over some sort of a rack, his hairy ass covered with welts and bloody stripes.  He was crying uncontrollably as Big Daddy, Sir - Bruno - repeatedly beat him with a wicked-looking bamboo rod.  Bruno, also naked, was covered in a light sheen of perspiration.  Underneath his victim was a pool of yellow fluid; sometime during the beating, he=d apparently lost control of his bladder.  At the moment, Bruno was actually standing in the puddle, screaming at him for daring to dirty his floor.  After giving his victim another half-dozen stripes, he finally realized I was there.

 

AGood,@ he said breathlessly, lowering his hand and walking away from the man he=d been torturing, shuffling his feet through the puddle of urine.  ATeaching these assholes not to welch on a loan is hard work, but it has to be done.  But now that you=re here, I can take a break,@ he said, stepping back and dropping the wooden chair leaning against the wall.  The first thing you can do is clean my feet.@

 

I hesitated only a half-second, but long enough to be rewarded with a painful yank which momentarily tightened the choke chain around my neck.  My path to Bruno took me directly through the increasingly larger puddle of piss as the bound man=s bladder let loose again, splashing my legs.  What I didn=t see - and would find out about only months later - was the entrance of one of the other cheerleaders and the 8 millimeter movie camera she held.

 

I approached Bruno with some trepidation, though I did my best to hide it.  I knew instinctively that the appearance of eager obedience would be pleasing to my abusers, and just might result in lesser punishment.  I knew Dominique was already pissed at me, and I needed to do whatever I could to assuage that anger.

 

I knew from my previous encounter that Bruno was generally quite fastidious about his hygiene, but his feet this day were filthy.  Certainly, some of it was from the drops of urine that clung to his skin, but underneath that was a film of grime.  As my tongue snaked out to touch his sole, I could feel the grittiness of the dirt collected there.  Feigning a wide smile for my Mistress, I began lapping at Bruno=s filthy feet with gusto.  First licking from heel to ball, then sliding my tongue between his soiled toes, finally taking each one into my mouth and gently sucking on it, circling my tongue over the top, and then repeating it on the other foot, until he was satisfied.

 

AArmpits,@ he then commanded, something I hadn=t expected, but nonetheless obeyed.  The way he was sitting, with his hands clasped behind his head, caused me to raise up on my haunches slightly so that I could reach my target.  His underarms, like the rest of his body, were covered in a tangle of thick, black hair, droplets of sweat attached to them like morning dew on leaves.  I was surprised how repugnant this particular act was to me.  After all, I=d already sucked piss from his feet and chewed on bloody tampons, not to mention taken his cock in my mouth.  This, however, seemed even more obscenely humiliating to me.  Things would soon get worse.

 

AEnough!@ he finally said, knocking me to one side with a cuff to the head.  ATime to teach Mister Welcher the rest of his lesson.@  He stood up and walked to the front of his victim, then commanded me to crawl to him.

 

ASuck me,@ he ordered.  AGet me hard, so this piece of shit can get a good look at what=s going up his ass next!@

 

The bound man looked up in disbelief and began to blubber incoherently.  Bruno responded by raising a foot and kicking him in the side of the head, ordering him to shut up.  When the man continued to cry and moan, Bruno had Dominique take the man=s undershorts, wipe them through the puddle of piss, and then stuff them in his mouth as a gag.  She used his own belt to hold the gag in place, wrapping it around his head and tying it behind his neck.  The victim=s eyes bulged out as he watched Bruno=s cock grow under my ministrations.  I almost felt sorry for him.  Almost, but not quite.  Of course, I=d have been scared, too, if I knew I was going to get a nine inch tree trunk shoved up my ass.

 

Once Bruno was fully erect, he had me roll onto my back and slither under his victim.  I had to slosh through the puddle of piss, which saturated my backside, but I quickly found myself with my mouth positioned directly under the man=s shrunken penis.  I watched from my worm=s-eye viewpoint as Bruno=s cockhead pushed at the man=s asshole, seeing him tense up as his abuser uncompromisingly gave one huge shove and quickly penetrated his until-then virgin passage.  It didn=t surprise me to see his cock begin to harden; I recalled reading somewhere about prostate massage or something causing a similar reaction, and this guy was certainly getting his prostate massaged!  I knew what Bruno expected of me, so I lifted my head up and took the bound man=s dick in my mouth, sucking and licking at it while Bruno savagely fucked him from behind.

 

They both came at about the same time, though I could say for certain whether Bruno=s orgasm set off his victims, or whether the spasms his victim made as he shot off into my mouth caused Bruno=s.  It didn=t really matter, as all three of us were covered in sweat and piss, breathing heavily.  The only person who hadn=t cum was me; my cock quivered above my belly, and I hoped upon hope that Bruno=s next command would be for the man bound above me to lower his mouth on it.  That was not to happen, however.

 

AGet up here and clean me off.  No towel this time,@ he said with a gleam in his eye.  AUse your mouth.@

 

I shuffled out from under the other man=s body and knelt submissively in front of Bruno.  Semen dripped from his cock, but I could also see - and smell - remnants of the other man=s ass on it.  Taking a deep breath, I opened my mouth widely and impaled myself on his cock.  I knew if I tried it any other way - tentative licking, for example - I=d never be able to accomplish the task.  As it was, the acrid shit assaulted my taste buds immediately, causing me to wretch slightly.  Bruno responded by simply grabbing my head and forcing me down even further into his crotch.  I began slathering him with my own saliva, hoping to wash the taste of shit from his cock - and my mouth - as quickly as possible.  The one thing I was coherent enough to be thankful for was that Bruno wasn=t getting hard while I sucked and licked; the last thing I wanted to do right now was take another load of semen down my throat.  Finally, he was satisfied with my work, and pushed me away.

 

AYou know, they say ass-to-mouth is the sign of a true slut,@ I heard Dominique state.  ABut what do you call a person who takes someone else=s ass-to-mouth?@

 

AA shit-eating, cock sucking sissy faggot?@ Bruno responded with a laugh.

AProbably, but there=s one title my bitch still has to earn tonight.@

 

AWhat=s that?@ he asked.

 

AAss sucker,@ she answered nonchalantly.  I looked up at her in not-quite-disbelief.  By now, I knew she was capable of much more than I=d ever imagined, and realized that some of the things on my list were weak compared to what she could do.  She pointed, and I looked over at the other man, still bound, cum dripping from his red, swollen asshole.

 

ADinner time, boy.  Get to it!@

 

I guess I was becoming better trained to obey by now, because there was no hesitation at all as I crawled up behind him and locked my lips around his still-open asshole, sucking and lapping up the shit, cum and blood.  He squirmed under me, but whether from pleasure or disgust, I couldn=t tell.  It didn=t matter; I had been given an order, and was going to complete my task.  Licking around the periphery of his rectum and down his thigh where a long trail of semen had dripped, I then reached my tongue as deeply into his ass as I could.  The hair on his ass cheeks ticked my face and clogged my nose, and more than a few even got caught in my throat as I licked and sucked.  I even licked his perineum, and found a little cum on his balls, which I lapped up before taking a careful inspection tour, visually checking to ensure everything was clean.

 

AYou done, sissy?@

 

AYes, Big Daddy, Sir,@ I replied.

 

AOkay, Dominique will take you on your workout tonight.@

 

AYes, Big Daddy, Sir,@ I answered, turning my body to face my Mistress, then following her out into the main gym as she led me by the leash.

 

Dominique was a grueling trainer, though in a different way than Bruno.  With Bruno, it was mostly resistance training.  Dominique apparently liked cardio more, so I spent an hour on a stationary bicycle, during which I managed to bike just 15 miles.  It wasn=t so much that I wasn=t in shape, but that I had no endurance.  She insisted that I keep my pace at 90 revolutions per minute, and every time she noticed I=d dropped below that, she=d use Bruno=s bamboo switch on my back, legs or belly - and twice directly on my dick.  It was a pretty good motivator.

 

Once my workout was done, it was time to perform my other duties, namely, being the gym=s unpaid janitor.   After I=d finished cleaning the toilets, showers and locker rooms, she asked me if I=d brought my condoms.

 

ANo, Ma=am,@ I replied.

 

AToo bad for you, then.  I guess you don=t get to jack off tonight.  Now, go get your shorts, wipe up the piss from the floor, and get your sissy ass out of here.  Be waiting on the back porch of my house a half hour before school, and bring me a yogurt cup with fresh fruit for my breakfast.@

 

I wasn=t sure what she meant by wipe up the piss; did she want me to use my shorts, or a cleaning rag?  I only knew I didn=t want to piss her off any more than she already was, so I grabbed my shorts, ran back into the small anteroom and sopped the urine up with them.  My choice then was to go home naked, or wear clothes saturated in someone else=s piss.  Perhaps wet shorts wouldn=t be noticed, however, the fact that I was walking home stark naked certainly would, even in the dark.  As disgusting as it was, I slipped the wet bottoms on and made my way home in the dark, rinsing them out in the bathroom sink and laying them out to dry.