Chapter 1
Cheating Doesn't Pay

My name is Mike Redfield, and I had just started seventh grade at an elite boarding school. The good news was I was away from my rotten step-sister Lynn, who is 12-years old, just like me. She didn't get in because she wasn't smart enough. The bad news was that schoolwork was really hard, and after a month I was already six weeks behind.

History was my worst subject. Especially ancient history! Was I supposed to care what year the Romans fought the battle of Zama, or how many war elephants Hannibal had? Besides, my history teacher, Mr. Weatherby, could make anything sound boring. Fortunately, I had a solution. The school's computer system didn't have much of a firewall, so it was easy-peasy for me to hack into it and download a copy of the history exam. It was forty questions,each one more boring than the last, but I made the effort to look up the answers in the textbook. I didn't share the information with anyone so I wouldn't get into trouble.

On the day of the exam I was relieved to see all the test questions were exactly the ones I had studied, and I aced the exam. I remember thinking this school was going to be easy. Why study when you can cheat? Isn't that what the grownups call working smart instead of working hard? The next day I was informed that my history teacher wanted to see me in his office after class.

The school had emptied by the time I made it up to his office. Part of me hoped he just wanted to congratulate me on my excellent test score. He was there, a big bald guy in a blue suit, sitting at his desk. I sat in the chair across from him.

He looked across the desk at me, and snarled, "Did I say you could sit?"

"Oh, sorry," I said, getting to my feet, wondering just how much trouble I was in.

"There's always one idiot who thinks he can game the system," he said, glaring at me. "One fool who thinks cheating is easier than studying!"

"What, uh, what do you mean?" I said, starting to stammer.

He held up a computer printout. "You hacked into the school's computer system. We have your IP address right here! There's no doubt that it was you, and by an amazing coincidence you achieved a perfect score on your history exam! Do you have anything to say for yourself?"

Oh God! I felt sweat starting to bead up on my forehead. "I… I… I don't… uh — "

"Do you understand that this is grounds for dismissal?"

"Dismissal?" I asked, not sure what he meant.

"That means expulsion! I can have you expelled for this!"

"Please don't do that!" I begged. That would be horrible. I would have to go home in disgrace. My step-sister would never let me hear the end of this. My dad is a major in the army, and God only knows what he would do. "I just made a mistake! I swear I'll never do anything like that again!"

"Oh really?" he said. "Why should I believe that? Why should I trust someone who cheats?"

"I'm new at this school!" I wailed. "I just got here, I didn't know any better! Please don't expel me!"

"Perhaps we can come to an accommodation," he said. "You need to learn a lesson first, so I want you do something for me."

"Sure! Whatever you want!" I said. I thought I might have to pick up litter or mow the grass, something like that.

He stood up. "Get down on your knees and give me a blow job!"

My mouth fell open and I stared at him, wide-eyed. "What?" I finally asked.

"You heard me," he said. "Either you suck my dick right here, right now, or I will have you expelled. So what's it going to be?"

"You can't, uh" I said. "I can't — "

"Oh, you'd rather be expelled then? Fine," he said, sitting down again. "I'll start the paperwork right now. You can go."

I was so scared that I wanted to cry. The thought of being sent home in disgrace was more than I could take. "No, wait!" I said. My knees were shaking so badly that they sank to the carpet.

Seeing me get down on my knees, he assumed that I was going to give him what he wanted. "Just so you understand, this isn't a one-off," he said. "You're going to stop by my apartment here on campus and do this for me EVERY Friday night!"

I just knelt there on the carpet with my head bowed, so scared that I might puke on the floor. Then I heard him unzip his pants, and I looked up to see him pointing his pink dick at my face. I couldn't believe that I was going to do this, that he was going to make me do this. But what choice did I have?

"Open your mouth, kid!" he snarled at me.

Still staring at the head of his dick, I gasped and half-opened my mouth. Then I felt a tug on my scalp. My hair was long enough to cover my ears, and he took a good handful of it, and jerked my head back.

"If you bite me, I will give you the beating of your life, and then you'll be expelled! Now suck my dick!" he ordered me.

There was nowhere for me to go, so I slowly leaned forward and took him in my mouth. Then he took over, jerking my head back and forth. His dick seemed to grow in my mouth as it slid in and out. Then he started spurting inside my mouth, and suddenly there was this awful salty taste. Finally he pulled his dick out of my mouth and I saw strands of sticky white goo on its head stretching over to my lips. I wanted to spit it out and I thought I was going to throw up right there on the floor.

"Swallow it all, you little bastard," he said. "And come to my apartment next Friday night at seven o'clock for your next blow job. Tell anyone about this, and you're expelled! Now get out of here!"

I got up and wiped my face on my sleeve, trying not to cry. I felt my face turning bright red and I just wanted to make it out of his office without giving him the satisfaction of seeing me crying. I hurried to the nearest bathroom and washed my mouth out, and now I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to go back to my room, or to the cafeteria to have dinner. So I just bought a couple of candy bars from a vending machine, and started walking across the campus, avoiding everyone.

There was a cemetery next to the campus, so I headed over there just to be alone. I was sniffling by the time I got there, and started sobbing as I sat down with my back to a tombstone. I just cried until I ran out of tears and I'm not sure how long I stayed there. Finally I ate my candy bars and went back to the campus. I walked into the library and found myself a deserted corner where I opened a book and pretended to read it. Actually I just looked at the same couple of lines over and over while I tried to make sense of what had just happened to me.

I had been sexually assaulted by a teacher, but if I told anyone about it, I would be expelled. I would have to go to his history class every day and look at the man who made me suck his dick. Then I would have to do it again next Friday. I would have to get down on my knees and let him shove his cock into my face like I was a piece of meat. He would make me do this every week, and there was nothing I could do about it.

The library closed at 10PM, so I had to go back to my room. As I had hoped, my roommate Jack was already in bed by the time I got back to my room, so at least he didn't see what a mess I looked like.

Chapter 2
Marcia, Marcia, Marcia

That next week I had to go to class as though nothing had happened. Monday morning I had to sit in Weatherby's history class and think about how much I hated that bastard. I had no idea what I would do if he called on me. Every day I had to go to history class, and he would be droning on about some ancient civilization that no one cared about. At least the other kids seemed just as bored as I was, but I didn't even want to look at him. Finally it was Friday night, and after dinner I had to go to his apartment.

I knocked on the door, hoping no one would be home, but he let me in and pointed to a cushion on the floor. "You can kneel on that," he said.

I didn't have any choice, so I did as I was told. At least this time I knew what to expect. This time the experience was just humiliating, but it didn't make an emotional mess out of me.

As I knelt there, swallowing the gook with that horrible taste in my mouth, he said, "It's time you gave something back to the community."

I had just swallowed a mouthful of cum, and I needed to give something more? "What?" I asked.

"The school's annual talent show is in a few weeks, and I think you should sign up for it," he said.

"I don't have any talent," I said. "It's not like I can sing or dance."

"I'm sure you'll think of something. If nothing else, you can volunteer to help out with the production that night. Go see Mrs. Stone, she's in charge."

"OK, whatever," I said, figuring that whatever I had to do at the talent show couldn't be as bad as dealing with him.

Mrs. Stone was the head of the drama department. On Monday I stopped by her office to ask about the talent show.

"What is your talent?" she asked.

"Well, I can do some magic. Card tricks, sleight of hand, stuff like that," I said. Actually I had been interested in learning magic a couple of years ago, but gave it up because I found out that it required skill and dexterity, and I'm a klutz.

"Oh, then I know just the thing!" she said. "Come back Thursday and I'll introduce you to Marcia. She's a few years older than you, but she worked as a magician's assistant last summer, and I'm sure she'll have some ideas for the show!"

So on Thursday I met Marcia. She was a blonde girl, a tenth grader. She was cute, but taller than me, and three years older, so I knew she was out of my league. I met her backstage at the auditorium where the show would take place, and showed her a couple of card tricks I could do.

"That close-up magic doesn't work well in front of a large audience," she said. "You should try something bigger, more visual."

"Like what?" I asked.

"I used to work with a magician who was an escape artist. The crowd always loved that!"

I shook my head. "I don't know anything about that stuff."

"I can teach you," she said. "I was his assistant and I learned how to get out of things. It's not that hard!"

"OK then, what do I have to do?"

"Tomorrow, let's meet back here after dinner. I'll bring the ropes and stuff and we can work up an escape act."

Tomorrow was Friday and I would be spending the early evening on my knees in the company of my least favorite teacher. After that, I might not be much good for anything. "Um, tomorrow night isn't good for me. Could we meet here some time Saturday?"

"The talent show is only a couple of weeks away! What is more important than getting your act together?"

"I, uh, I just can't. I have another commitment I can't get out of, OK?" I said. "So are you free Saturday or not?"

She huffed, and said, "All right, Saturday then. Around noon, can you work that into your busy schedule?"

"Yeah, that'll work. I'll see you then."

Friday night I had to go see Weatherby again. I dreaded going to his home, but I knew I had to do it. I shuffled my way down the street as slowly as a person could possibly walk, but eventually I was there. I rang the doorbell, he let me in, and I had to get down on my knees again. It was as disgusting as ever, but at least now I was used to it enough that I wasn't ready to burst into tears.

As he zipped up his pants he asked me, "So did you sign up for the talent show?"

"Yeah, I did," was all I said, getting to my feet. I didn't come here to make conversation with him.

"What are you going to be doing in the show?"

"Magic," I said.

"Oh? What kind of magic?" he asked.

"A magician never reveals his secrets. I'll see you next week," I said. Then I walked out. All I cared about was heading for the nearest water fountain to get his taste out of my mouth.

The next day I met with Marcia backstage at the auditorium to learn how to become an escape artist.

She sat on the floor and held up a length of rope. "I'll show you how it's done," she said. Then she doubled the rope, fed the free ends through the loop, and wrapped it around her ankles a few times. Then she tied off the loose ends.

"Is it OK to be tied up so tight?" I asked.

She stuck her index finger between the rope and her ankle and said. "Always leave a little room like this, so you won't cut off your circulation."

Then I watched as she snapped a handcuff on one of her wrists.

"Do you always carry handcuffs around?" I asked.

"No, silly! This is a prop used by escape artists," she said, and held up a tiny key. "This is the key I keep hidden inside my fist. So I can be tied up like this with my hands cuffed behind my back and still get out of it."

She snapped the cuff around her other wrist, and I asked, "How long does it take you to get out of that?"

"You will only have one minute to get out of this, or the people will get bored and start booing. But once you've had some practice, you should be able to do it in less than thirty seconds."

"Really?" I asked. "You can do it that fast?"

"Check your watch, and tell me when to start," she said.

I glanced at my watch and said, "OK, now!"

She quickly worked the key into the handcuffs and they snapped open. Then it was only a matter of seconds before she went to work on the rope around her ankles and she was free of that, too.

"Wow, that was barely twenty seconds!" I said.

"Once you get the hang of it, you'll be that fast too," she said. "But it's going to take a lot of practice!"

"Now you try it," she said.

I was a little apprehensive about being tied up, but I figured if a girl could do it, I could learn to do it too. She tied my ankles together, and they weren't too tight. Then I rolled over on my back, she cuffed my wrists behind me, and pressed the key into my hand.

"Don't drop the key, or you'll be in real trouble!" she warned me.

"Yeah, definitely," I said, and fumbled with the key, trying to get it in the lock. I took a lot longer than she did before the cuffs finally sprang open. Then I struggled to get my ankles untied. "That was more than a minute, wasn't it?"

"It's not that bad for a first try," she said. "You'll get better with practice. Then we'll have you do it blindfolded."

"Blindfolded??" I asked, looking up at her.

"Mike, you're going to be inside a box when you do this, and it's going to be dark in there, so you better get used to it. Besides, you found the keyhole behind your back by feel, right?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

"When you get a little faster, we'll try it blindfolded, and once you can do that, then you can practice inside the box."

"OK, one thing at a time then, " I said.

So then almost every evening I went to the auditorium to practice being an escape artist backstage with her. I found out the building had a back door conveniently placed behind the stage, which they normally used for bringing in props. Of course on Friday nights, I had to go visit that bastard Weatherby. He asked me how the magic act was coming along, and I told him it was coming along. By now Marcia had given up asking me about practicing on Fridays.

But with her help, I got much better at escaping. Being blindfolded was scary at first, but now it was easy. Even being shut in the big wooden box was no problem. The big lid closing over me made me kind of nervous, and it was a little stuffy, but I worked hard at my craft, and I could escape both the handcuffs and the rope on my ankles in less than thirty seconds.

"You've got this," Marcia said.

"Yeah, I think so, too," I said.

So then the big night came, and it was show time. Two of her friends wheeled the big wooden box out on stage, and then lifted it off their dolly and placed it on the floor. Then Marcia and I walked out on stage. The entire school had filled the auditorium, and we were the center of everyone's attention. I had the handcuff key clenched in my fist, and waved to the crowd with my other hand.

Marcia smiled to the crowd, and announced to them, "Mike will be tied up and handcuffed, and then he will escape from this box in less than one minute!"

Then I walked over the box, opened it, and stood the lid straight up. Marcia applied the handcuffs to my wrists, and I felt them snap shut. A little confining, but not really that tight. Then she bound my ankles as she had done so many times in practice. Finally her two friends picked me up, one by the ankles, and the other one lifting me by my armpits. They placed me face up in the box.

"Here we go!" Marcia said.

Then she punched me in the stomach! I gasped from the pain, and she slammed her fist into me again, and then shoved a cloth into my mouth. Hidden behind the upraised lid, the audience couldn't see any of this, and as I gasped for air, she tied another cloth around my mouth to gag me. As I groaned and tried to catch my breath, she rolled me over, and pried the handcuff key out of my hand.

She slammed the lid shut on me, and I heard her say, "The time starts now. Sixty seconds to go!"

Then music started to play, and I tried to scream for help, but the gag and the box must have muffled anything I said. I'm sure no one would have heard anything I tried to say over that music anyway.

"Thirty seconds!" I heard her call out. I tried to kick against the sides of the box, but there was nothing I could do, and then I heard her count down the last five seconds.

I kept trying to shake and kick back and forth, and then Marcia called out, "Well, that didn't go as planned!"

Then I heard the roar of laughter. Even with the sounds muffled inside the box, I heard the audience laughing at me. Then I felt the box being lifted, and placed down again, and suddenly I was moving. I figured the box must be on the dolly, and they were rolling me off stage.

I didn't understand any of this. For some reason, Marcia decided to make a fool of me in front of the entire school. I didn't know why she stabbed me in the back like this, but I was going to find out as soon as she let me out of this box.

But then we kept rolling along, and suddenly we went down a ramp and the stuffy air in the box got cooler. We must have gone out the back door, and now we were outside! I tried to scream into the gag, "Where are you taking me? Help! Help!"

Then I heard Marcia say, "Mike, no one can hear you except us. And if you don't shut up, we will shut you up!"

So I shut up, and they just dragged me along, bound and gagged in this big wooden box. After what seemed like forever, we finally stopped. They opened the box, and spilled me out. We were in the cemetery next to the school campus.

"What is wrong with you?" I tried to scream through the gag at Marcia.

Marcia grabbed a handful of my hair, and I screamed from the pain in my scalp as she pulled me up on my knees. "What's the matter, faggot?" she asked. "I thought you fags liked being tied up!"

"What are you talking about?" I tried to shout. "Why did you do this to me?"

"You know, I was suspicious when you didn't want to rehearse the act on Friday. So we went and followed you. And what do you think we saw?" she asked.

I just waited for her to go on. If she followed me on Friday nights, she knew I went to see Weatherby, but did she know what I had to do?

"Every Friday you go to see Weatherby. There have been rumors about that lecherous bastard for years. But you're the first one we actually saw go to his home. And it turns out you're a faggot who likes to give blow jobs!"

I shook my head, but she went on.

"Don't bother to deny it! The rest of us work hard to get our grades, but a pervert like you thinks he can get away with just going down on a teacher," she said. "But if you can suck his cock, you can suck my friends here too, right?"

I shook my head again,and said, "Like Hell I will!"

"He sounds angry," one of the guys said. "Maybe he needs a good beating to convince him!"

The other guy pounded his fist into his palm and and said, "Yeah, that sound like fun. Let's beat up the little faggot, and then maybe he'll change his mind!"

I tried to back away from him like a crab with my bound wrists, but Marcia said, "I have a better idea. Just dump him in there."

Then one of the guys lifted me by my armpits, dragged me past a huge pile of dirt, stood me up for a second, and then the ground below my feet disappeared!

I looked down to see he was holding me up over an open freshly dug grave. "So long, faggot!" he said, and dropped me.

I screamed as I fell, landed briefly on my feet and then fell over backwards onto my back. I groaned from the jarring impact of the fall, and looked up to see their three faces looking down at me.

"Are you sure we can't change your mind?" Marcia asked.

I just groaned again, and Marcia said something to one of the guys. Then some fresh dirt splattered all over my face. I looked up to see the guy holding a shovel, and smiling at me. "Don't worry, kid, this won't take long!"

They were going to bury me alive, right here in this grave with that big pile of dirt! I screamed and shook my head, and another shovelful of cool dirt landed on my face. Then another shovelful on my stomach, and another on my face. Both guys were trying to bury me.

"Stop! I'll do it!" I screamed. Giving these two jerks blow jobs had to be better than being buried alive in this grave. I figured it couldn't be any worse than doing it for Weatherby.

"What's that, faggot?" one of the guys asked me. "You want to suck my dick?"

I reluctantly nodded my head. An aluminum ladder slid down into the grave. I wondered how I was supposed to climb out, tied up like this, but that wasn't their plan. One of the guys climbed down into the grave, followed by the other one. There wasn't a lot of room in the grave for three of us, but there was enough room for them to get me up on my knees in front of one of them. The other guy was off to the side, and pointed his phone at me.

The guy standing over me unzipped his pants, and his cock sprung out, already erect. "If you want to get out of here alive, you're going to suck both of our cocks, or we'll just bury you here, understand?"

I nodded, and he pulled the gag out of my mouth, leaving a cloth dangling around my neck. His dick wasn't as big as Weatherby's but he was a student just like me. This wasn't a teacher with authority over me. This was a kid bullying me and making me do something disgusting just because he could get away with it.

"What are you waiting for, faggot?" he asked me.

His dick slid into my mouth, and as he rocked me back and forth, I looked over and saw his friend recording me. Now there would be a permanent record of my humiliation, I realized, as he started spurting in my mouth. I wanted to spit it out, but I was helpless and all I could do was swallow. I still had that salty taste in my mouth as the guys changed places. Now the other guy was in my mouth, and his friend was recording with the phone. Finally he blasted the inside of my mouth, and I sat back on my haunches.

"Now let me go," I said. "It's late, and it's getting cold."

"Sure thing, faggot!" he said. Then he stuck the gag back in my mouth, and the two of them climbed up the ladder and out of the grave.

"Here you go, sweetie," Marcia said, dangling the handcuff key over me. "You're such a great escape artist, I'm sure you won't have any trouble getting out of this. We'll even leave the ladder here for you!"

Then she dropped the key and it landed in the dirt next to me. At least I I could get to the key now. I looked up again, but she was gone, and I heard the box being rolled away. So they were going back to school, and all I had to do now was get untied.

It took me a little while, but I finally scooped up the key and unlocked my handcuffs. At last I could untie my ankles and climb up the ladder out of the grave. I spent the walk back to my room thinking about the mess I was in. I still had to go see Weatherby every Friday, and now those three kids had pictures of me sucking those guys, and the rest of the school must think I'm a joke after I made a fool of myself tonight. All I wanted to do was rinse my mouth out and go to sleep.

My roommate was already in bed when I got back to the room. "What happened to you at the talent show?" Jack asked.

"A technical malfunction," I said, and went to bed.

Chapter 3
Costume Party

The next morning I went to the cafeteria for breakfast, and the entire room got up and applauded when I walked in. All I wanted was to eat breakfast, and kids kept yelling things at me like, "Hey escape artist, good to see you're still alive!" and "Nice to see you finally got out of that box!"

I heard comments like that all day long, kids making fun of me every time they saw me in the school corridors on my way to class. Worst of all, I ran into Marcia that afternoon.

"Get away from me!" I said as I brushed past her. "I never want to see you again!"

"That's too bad," she said, hurrying to catch up with me. "But there's a Halloween costume party at the student union Saturday night, and I want you to come!"

"Did you understand the words that came out of my mouth, that I never want to see you again? " I asked.

Them the bitch smiled at me and said, "I have pictures of you sucking cocks, and I will share them with all of my friends. Do you understand what those words mean?"

I glared at her, and snarled, "What the Hell do you want from me?"

"I told you, come to the Halloween party. Be there at 8 o'clock, because if you aren't there, then at 8:01 I will start showing my friends pictures of you gagging on male meat!"

I was pissed to the highest pissivity, but she had me over a barrel. "All right, I'll be there," I said. "But I don't have a costume!"

"Oh, just come as you are," she said. "That's no problem at all. We'll find something for you to wear."

So that was set. This was some weekend I had coming up. Friday night I would be on my knees sucking Weatherby's dick, and then God only knows what Marcia had in mind for me at the costume party on Saturday.

Friday night I went to see Weatherby, and all I wanted to do was give him a blow job and get it over with, but even he wanted to know about my failed escape artist act. After he pressed me for details, I finally told him I dropped the handcuff key and couldn't find it, and that seemed to satisfy him.

Saturday night I went to the student union, wearing a blue flannel shirt and bluejeans. I got there ten minutes early and found Marcia. She was wearing a blue gingham dress and had her hair in pigtails like Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz.

"I'm glad you decided to make it, Mike," she said.

"Like I had a choice!" I snapped at her.

"Come on downstairs, and we'll get you dressed," she said, and led me down the stairs to the basement.

When we got downstairs, I saw another girl, another blonde about her age.

"Olivia, what do you think will fit him?" she asked.

She looked at me and said, "You were right, he's cute!"

I just groaned. I did not want to be called cute by anyone, especially a friend of Marcia's.

"And I think he'll look even cuter in this!' she said, holding up a red sweater with the letter 'A' printed on it.

"Good idea!" Marcia said, then turned to me and said, "Mike, strip down to your underwear!"

I looked at it and scowled. They were going to dress me up like a girl. But I didn't have a choice, and started taking my shoes off. When I got my shirt and pants off, Marcia handed me the sweater, and once I got that on, she gave me a pleated red-and-white skirt.

I got the skirt on, looked down at myself, and said, "I look like a cheerleader now."

"That's the whole point," Olivia said. "This is a costume party, remember? Now lets go upstairs and show the guys how cute you look!"

That didn't sound like a good idea to me. I didn't want to be the center of attention at a party where I was dressed up like this. "No way!" I said. "I don't want those guys to see me wearing this!"

"Mike, I told you this was a costume party," Marcia said.

"You didn't tell me I had to dress up like a girl! Like a cheerleader!"

"Then it sounds like you need some convincing," Marcia said.

Before I could say anything, Olivia had gotten behind me, and pulled my arms behind my back.

"What are you doing — " was all I got out before Marcia stuffed a cloth in my mouth. As I struggled, she plastered a large piece of tape over my mouth.

All right Mike," she said. "Now we have to do this the hard way!"

The next thing I knew, one of the girls held me while the other one tied my wrists behind my back. Then my ankles were bound with more rope, and they got me down on the floor.

Then Marcia hogtied me, dragged me over to an exposed pipe, and tied me to it. "Olivia, I'm going upstairs, so you can finish dressing him."

She left us, and Olivia held up a pair of thin red sneakers and said, "I think these will fit you."

I didn't bother trying to struggle, and she fit the shoes on me and laced them up. Then she pulled me up on my knees and held up a hairband with a red bow.

"Mike, I think you'll look even prettier with this on!" she said, and then pulled a hairbrush through my hair, brushing all of my hair back and then placed the hairband on me. "Oh, now you look adorable! I can't wait for the guys to see you!"

I shook my head. Were they going to drag me upstairs looking like this?

She left me alone, and after awhile, I heard footsteps coming downstairs. Lots of footsteps. Marcia was back, and she wasn't alone. Here I was on my knees, dressed up like this, and four older boys were with her.

"Mike, since you didn't want to go to the party, we brought the party to you!" Marcia said. Then she turned to the boys and said, "Didn't I tell you he was cute?"

"Damn!" One of the guys said. "That's really a boy?"

Then another guy said, "So he's the great escape artist who doesn't know how to escape?"

I was never going to live that down. At least by now I was used to being taunted about the escape act. If all they wanted to do was make fun of me, maybe this party wouldn't be so bad.

Then one of the guys said, "So he's been sucking Weatherby's dick?"

I swallowed and my whole body shuddered. Marcia had told them about me.

"Yes, and since he can suck off Weatherby, he should have no trouble handling you boys!"

"We'll see," the guy said, and stood over me. "Mike, are you better at giving blow jobs than you are at escaping?"

I screamed into the gag and shook my head as hard as I could.

"He's just being modest," Marcia said. "He gave a couple of my friends blow jobs last week, and they didn't complain!"

I just groaned and whimpered into the gag.

"But there's only one way to find out!" she said. "And if he knows what's good for him, I'm sure he'll do his best!"

Oh God, I was in trouble. One of the guys was unzipping his pants, and Marcia ripped the tape off my mouth. She pulled the cloth out of my mouth and now there was a stiff dick pointing at my face. "Marcia… You didn't tell me about this," I said.

"What did you think I wanted you here for? So you could do your magic act for us?" she said. Then she laughed and took out her phone. "Go ahead, Mike, unless you want my friends to give you a beating first!"

"Yeah! the guy said. "Marcia told us a cute little sissy was going to suck our dicks, so get to it!"

Then he cupped his large hands around the back of my head, and there was nothing I could do. I was all tied up and this guy could snap my neck like a twig if he wanted to. So I opened my mouth, and he shoved his dick into me. He was about as big as Weatherby and after a while I choked and coughed, and had to stop to breathe.

"What's the matter, sissy? I thought you were good at sucking cocks!" he said.

"Too big!" I gasped, and caught my breath.

That made all of them laugh at me, but Marcia kept recording, and soon he was spurting inside me, filling my mouth with his salty taste. I think I swallowed most of it, but there was still some sticky goo on the head of his dick. Until he wiped it on my face.

He zipped himself up and said, "Next!"

I had to suck off the other three guys but none of them were as big, so at last I was done. They left me alone with the two girls, still hogtied, dressed up like a cheerleader with cum on my face and probably my hair, too.

I looked up at them. "So are you going to let me go now?" I asked.

"Not just yet, sweetie," she said, and pressed tape over my lips. "The party is just getting started, and some of the guys may want sloppy seconds."

Then she shoved me face down on the floor, and the two girls giggled as I toppled over on my side. As I lay there facing away from them, I heard the girls leave the basement and go upstairs. This horrible night wasn't over but right now there was nothing I could do but wait.

I waited. And waited. Then I heard footsteps coming downstairs. There were two of the guys I had already given blow jobs. They untied me from the pipe, and then undid the hogtie. I thought they were going to let me go, but then one of the guys picked me up, threw me over his shoulder, and started carrying me upstairs.

"The room's empty," the kid up ahead called back to him. "Let's go!"

Then they hurried upstairs, and out the back door onto the campus. "What's going on? Where are you taking me?" I tried to ask through the gag.

"Shut up, kid, or I'll bust your head open!" he snarled at me.

I groaned as we hurried down the deserted street. I had no idea where these guys were taking me, or what they were going to do to me, but I was still tied up and couldn't even call for help with my mouth taped shut.

Finally we came to a building, and as soon as we got inside, one kid said, "You got the lipstick?" one kid said.

"Right here!' the other one answered.

Then the kid started writing all over my face with lipstick. Then they put me face down on a welcome mat, and as they quickly hogtied me, I realized where I was. This was Weatherby's home. Then they rang the doorbell a couple of times and ran away.

Chapter 4
The Terminator

Mr. Weatherby opened the door. "Help!" I tried to whimper through the gag.

"Mike?? What happened to you? Why are you dressed like that?" he asked, and then pulled the tape off my mouth. "Who did this to you?"

"Mr. Weatherby, will you please untie me? These ropes are starting to hurt!"

He dragged me inside, shut the door, and started untying me. "Who wrote this on your face? Did you tell anyone about coming here?"

"Two guys dragged me out of the Halloween party at the student union," I said. "What did they write on my face?"

He undid my hogtie and freed my wrists. As I worked to untie my ankles, he pointed at the wall, and said, "You might want to look in the wall mirror."

I finally got up, and he handed me a wet cloth. I took a good look in the mirror. I was a mess. In addition to the dried cum on my face, they had written the word "COCKSUCKER" down one cheek, across my chin, and up the other cheek. I hurried to scrub all that off my face off with the cloth.

"Start talking!" he said.

"You told me to volunteer for the talent show. So I did, and told them I could do some magic tricks, and they suggested that I work with this girl Marcia as an escape artist. She wanted to rehearse and practice every night, but I told her I couldn't on Friday nights. I didn't tell her why, but I guess she got suspicious and followed me here, and figured out what we were doing. She and some guys got together, and made me dress up like this for Halloween and give them blow jobs. And none of this would have happened if you hadn't made me volunteer for that talent show!"

I had abridged some of my story but he didn't have to know about her slugging me on stage, and trapping me in the box, and then dragging me out to the cemetery, tossing me in an open grave, and then make me suck her friends' dicks. The story I told was embarrassing enough.

"Don't tell anyone else about this!" he yelled at me. "Just go back to your room, wear some normal clothes, and maybe you won't get yourself expelled!"

So I made it back to my room without any more disasters. My roommate Jack looked at me and asked, "Do I even want to know why you're dressed like a cheerleader?"

"No," I said, but by now I was sure he thinks he's living with some kind of pervert or weirdo. "I went to a costume party and let's just leave it at that."

I did my best to keep my head down the following day, and Monday morning I resolved to keep a low profile as I went to my first morning class.

The teacher was waiting for me outside the classroom. "Redfield, the headmaster wants to see you in his office right now."

I felt all the wind go out of me. "Did he say what this was about?" I asked.

"No, and you don't want to keep him waiting. Now go!"

"OK," I said, and shuffled back toward the door. The headmaster had the reputation of being an ogre, and no one ever wanted to end up in his office. I think I must have set some kind of record for the slowest walk ever across campus, but I ended up at the administration building and went inside.

I went into his outer office, and told the secretary, "I think he wants to see me."

I clung to some hope that I was wrong, or that he was busy, but she just pointed toward the open door to his inner office. "He's waiting for you," she said.

I stood in the doorway and asked, "Sir, did you want to see me?"

"Close the door and sit down," he said.

I sat down across from him. He was a large man, with large biceps bulging from his short-sleeved white dress shirt. I kept my big mouth shut and waited.

Finally he said, "I had to spend all of yesterday interviewing people to find out what the Hell is going on with you at this school. I will spare you most of the disgusting details, and only state the relevant events as I see them. First, you cheated on an exam. Then, when you were caught, you attempted to cover up your deceit by bribing your history teacher, Mr. Weatherby, with oral sex. Are you going to dispute any of that?"

My throat went completely dry. I had done worse than that, but this was bad enough. I managed to croak out, "No, sir."

He went on, "In all my years at this school, your violations of our rules, and your disregard for the morals and ethics that this institution stands for, is unprecedented."

As he paused, I put in weakly, "He made me do it."

"Mr. Weatherby made you do it, is that what you're telling me?"

"Yes, sir. I didn't want to do it. I would never have thought of doing that in a million years. But he told me I had to."

"Of course he was wrong to do that to you. That's why I terminated him."

My eyes got real big. I had heard he was a real ogre, but this? "You killed him??" I asked.

He sat back, looked up at the ceiling, and let out a sigh. Then he turned to me again, and said, "Not that kind of terminated! I mean I fired him! Contrary to whatever you may have heard about me, I don't actually murder people! I have notified the authorities, and if I have anything to say about it, he will lose his teaching credentials, because he doesn't belong near children. But it takes two to tango."

"Tango? I don't understand."

"I mean you are just as much at fault as he is. You are dismissed from this school. I've already called your home and told them to expect you today. Pack your bags, say your goodbyes if you want to, and at noon someone will escort you to the train station and provide you with a ticket home. Is that understood?"

"Yes, sir," I mumbled.

"Do you have anything to say for yourself?"

"No, sir. I messed up, that's all."

He waved his hand dismissively. "Then go."

So I went. Back in my room, I packed a suitcase and saw that my phone had a text message from my stepmom. All it said was, "What did you do?"

She would find out soon enough. At noon, one of the school workmen, without asking me any questions, just took me to the train station. On the train home I answered the text, saying only that I would be home this afternoon. I knew I was in trouble, but I had no idea how much trouble.

When I got off the train, I decided to take a taxi home. I could have called my stepmother for a ride, but that wasn't an appealing option. We had two housekeepers that she might have sent to pick me up. One of them didn't like me, and the other one hated me. The other possibility was even less appealing, that my stepmom might pick me up herself, and then she would have grilled me about what happened all the way home.

My stepmom is tall, brunette, and neverhappy with me. When I got home, she was direct and to the point. "What happened? Why did you get expelled?"

"I cheated on a test," I said. "I screwed up, OK?"

"That's for sure," she said. "Just wait till your father hears about this!"

My father is a major in the army, and he's stationed overseas on active duty. I hadn't seen him in months, and right now I wasn't looking forward to seeing him at all. I didn't want an argument with my stepmother, so I just headed for the stairs to go up to my bedroom. But then I ran into my annoying idiot of a stepsister.

"So what happened to you?" Lynn asked. "How did you get kicked out of school?"

"I got caught cheating on a test," I said, brushing past her.

"Oh, Mister Smartypants had to cheat on a test?" she called after me as I went upstairs. "I thought you were so much smarter than the rest of us!"

If anything, she was even more annoying than I had remembered, and I just threw myself on my bed and stayed there until dinner.

Chapter 5
Not Again!

The next day, my stepmother spent the morning on the phone, and after lunch she said, "I've enrolled you in public school for the spring semester, starting in January, the same school Lynn goes to."

Going to school with Lynn wasn't something I looked forward to, but I had brought this on myself. "Thanks," I said.

"Now since you have nothing on your schedule for the next two months, make yourself useful and take those books back to the library for me," she said, pointing to a table.

"OK," I said, and scooped up the two books. I thought that if I did some small chores like this, maybe my stepmother wouldn't be so mad at me.

The library was about a half-mile away, and I cut through a small park along the way. I didn't even bother going into the library, I just dropped the books in through the return slot in the wall. Then I made my way home, taking the shortcut through the park again. There were a few guys standing on the path outside the entrance to the restroom, so I had to walk around them.

But as I did so, another guy from the doorway grabbed me from behind, clamped a hand over my mouth, and dragged me inside! I tried to scream, but he was bigger than me, and he twisted my arm behind my back as I slid backwards into the restroom.

Then those three guys followed us in and stood over me. They were all older teenagers, all of them much bigger than me. "Let's see what we got here," one of them said, reaching into my pockets.

He pulled out my wallet, and unfolded it. I was being mugged right here in the park rest room! I watched as he counted my money. "Ninety-seven dollars!" he said. "We got ourselves a rich kid here! You don't mind lending me some money, do you, kid?"

The guy twisting my arm still had his big hand clamped over my mouth, and I couldn't say anything even if I wanted to.

Then he stuffed the money in his pocket, and said, "It's no big deal for you, is it, kid? I mean whatever we take from you, Mommy and Daddy can always give you more, right?"

"I can think of something we can take from him!" another guy said. "Let's see how rich kid likes giving me a blow job!"

I tried to shake my head and scream, but he walked around behind me, and I felt my arms being pulled together and bound with something.

Then he spun me around to face him, and said, "How about it, kid? You ready to suck my dick?"

With this big hand over my mouth, all I could do was try to shake my head.

Then I saw the glint of metal as he held up a knife, pointing its tip at my cheek. "You sure?" he asked. "Maybe I'll start carving up your face! Will Mommy and Daddy be able to fix that?"

I couldn't take my eyes off the knife, and I felt sweat forming on my brow.

"Still need more convincing, kid?" he asked. "Then I'll take your eyes! Yeah, I'll put both of your eyes out! Can Mommy and Daddy fix that?"

The guy gagging me relaxed his grip just a bit and I said, "Please don't hurt me!" I begged. "I'll do it!"

"OK faggot," he said, "I get to go first! Then you can suck all of my friends!"

When he put his knife away, I finally exhaled, and without these guys holding me up, my knees gave way. I sank to the ground, and winced as my knees hit the concrete floor. When I looked up again, his dick was sticking out at me.

I opened my mouth, and the guy behind me grabbed a handful of hair, and shoved me forward. As he rocked me back and forth, the dick slid in and out of my mouth. I might as well have been a rag doll as his dick slammed into me over and over until he spurted into my mouth.

After he pulled out, he said, "What do you know? Rich kid knows how to suck cock!"

"I'm next, rich fag!" another guy said, and he ended up shooting a load of cum on my face.

Then the other guys made me suck their cocks, and when all of them were done, they stood over me. "So tell me, rich kid," one of them said. "This wasn't the first time you ever sucked cock, was it?"

I just looked up at them and cringed, wondering about whatever else they might have in mind for me. So I just said, "I had a teacher that made me do it."

"Oh, so you're a rich fag who sucks his teacher's cock!" he said.

"He made me do it, I didn't want to," I muttered.

"Well, you know what, kid? Next time you see him, you can thank him for making you such a good cocksucker!"

Then he burst into laughter and so did all the rest of them. I just slumped back on my haunches, and when I looked up again, the last of them was leaving the restroom. I was alone. I was tied up on my knees with cum on my face and a salty taste in my mouth, but at least those guys were gone. Lucky for me, I found that they had only used some kind of plastic produce bag from the supermarket to tie my wrists. When I pulled on it hard enough, it fell apart. I washed my face, rinsed out my mouth, and then peeked outside to make sure those jerks were gone. I didn't see them anywhere, so I hurried home as fast as I could.

By the time I got home, I had already decided I wasn't going to tell my stepmother about this. Those muggers hadn't even stolen my phone. They had only taken my money, and I had more cash at home. If I just pretended it didn't happen, then no one would know about it. If I complained about it, everyone would find out, and that was the last thing I wanted.

When I got home, my stepmother asked me, "Did you return those books? It took you long enough!"

"Yeah, I just stopped in the library for a while to look around. I hadn't been there in a long time."

She didn't press me any further about it, and I thought I was home free. Of course nothing in my life is ever that simple.

Chapter 6
Zach Attack

Friday night, my step mom went out for her usual game of mah-jong with the neighbors down the block, and we had the phone number in case we needed her for anything. My stepsister then invited her boyfriend Zach to come over. I hadn't met him yet, but Lynn had prattled on about him all the time, as girls do. Zach did this, Zach told me that, and on and on. I was actually surprised that she had a boyfriend. Maybe I'm biased, but Lynn seemed plain-looking to me, a skinny girl with mousy brown hair.

So I was down in the basement watching TV, when Lynn brought Zach downstairs to introduce him to me. He had short dark hair, he was bigger than me, and it turned out he was a year older than us.

"Hi," I said to him. "I've heard a lot about you from Lynn."

"Yeah, I've heard a lot about you too, Mike," he said.

Lynn elbowed him in the side. "Show him!" she said, barely able to contain herself.

He pulled out his phone and held it up for me. "Mike, maybe you could explain this to us?"

I stared in horror, my mouth open. It was an image of me on knees in the park restroom with a dick in my mouth. Before I could say anything, he showed another picture of me with cum on my lips, and another dick in front of my mouth. Then a picture of me with cum smeared on my face.

"Got anything to say, Mike?" Lynn asked, grinning at me. "Since when did my brother become a cocksucker?"

I stumbled over to a chair and collapsed into it. "Where… where did you get those pictures?"

"From a friend of a friend," he said. "So how long have you been into sucking cocks?"

Before I could say anything, Lynn asked, "Is that what you learned at that fancy boarding school? Before they kicked you out?"

"Some guys jumped me at the park! They made me do that!"

"Really?" Lynn said. "Did you tell Mom about it? Did you tell the police about it?"

"No," I said, "I didn't want anyone to know — "

"To know what?" Lynn asked. "That you're a fag that likes to suck cocks?"

"No!' I said. I jumped up and yelled at her, "Shut up, you stupid bitch!"

Then Zach grabbed me and twisted my arms behind my back. "Hey, you don't talk to her like that!"

"You heard what she called me? Let go of me! She's my sister, and this is between me and her! This is none of your business!"

"Oh, I think this is my business now," he said, and shoved me down to my knees. Then he forced me face down on the basement floor.

"I got some duct tape," Lynn said. "Hold him still."

Then I felt tape being wrapped around my wrists. "Get off me!" I shouted. "Lynn, I'm going to tell Mom about this!"

But she kept wrapping the tape around my wrists. Then she pulled my ankles together and started wrapping those in tape, too. "Yeah, why don't you do that?" she said. "And I'll show her these pictures of you sucking those dicks! And why don't I post them on the internet too, so EVERYONE can see them!"

"No, don't do that!" I shouted at her.

"Why not?" she said, rolling me over on my back and standing over me. "Are you afraid everyone will find out you're a fag that likes to suck cocks? How many cocks have you sucked anyway?"

It was bad enough when I had to do that at school. Now I was home, and everyone would find out about this, and my life would be ruined. "Lynn, please don't do this to me!" I looked up at her and begged. "I'm sorry I called you a bitch! I couldn't help it, I just got angry when you said that about me."

"Oh, so now you're sorry?" she said. "OK, I can think of a way my sweet sissy brother can make it up to me."

"What… what do want me to do?" I asked.

"Hmm… nothing much, I just think I would really appreciate it if," she said, "my fag of a brother did the same thing for Zach as in those pictures!"

"Lynn, I'm not going to do that," I said, shaking my head. "You can't be serious!"

"Oh yeah, she is," Zach said.

"What's the matter, faggot?" she asked. "You've only just met him? You like to date a boy a few times before you suck his dick?"

"Lynn, please untie me!" I begged. "This is going way too far!"

"I don't think you've gone far enough," she said. "When I see you on your knees with his dick in your mouth, then I'll untie you!"

"Lynn, that is not going to happen!" I stated with all the defiance I could summon.

They looked at each other. Finally, he said to her, "The other kids?"

She shrugged and said, "Yeah, why not? I'm sure Eric will enjoy getting him to do it."

Eric was my age and his mom was one of our housekeepers. He and his sister Sally lived in the servants quarters, and I had never gotten along with him. I had asked her out once, but she's a year older, and turned me down flat. "You can't take me there!" I protested.

"Just watch us! This is going to be so much fun! You've always been an arrogant jerk, looking down on those kids, calling them 'the children of the help.' We'll see how you like being on your knees with Eric shoving his dick in your mouth!" she said.

Then Zach picked me up, and threw me over his shoulder. "Show me the way," he told her.

This was getting way out of hand. "Put me down!" I shouted. "You can't do this to me!"

"Zach, wait! He's making too much noise. Let me tape his mouth shut first!"

I couldn't bear going through with this. Being humbled like this in front of one of our maid's kids, and then being forced to suck his dick. I would never live that down. As Lynn reached up for my mouth with a piece of tape, I cried out, "Stop! I'll do it! I'll do it!"

Lynn paused, took my chin in her hand, and looked me in the eye. "Are you sure about this, Mike? You aren't going to change you mind, are you? Because if you do, we're going to give you an awful beating!"

I shook my head. "No, I'll do it. Please just put me down!" I begged.

He turned to look at her, she nodded, and he set me down on my knees at his feet. Then Lynn got her phone out, pointed it at me and said, "OK Mike, get to it! Suck his dick for me! I want to see this!"

Zach shoved me down on my knees and stood over me. I watched as he unzipped his pants, and his dick sprang out. I felt my face blushing bright red and my ears burning. This was like those kids mugging me at the park, only worse. I was at home, and my stepsister was watching my humiliation.

She practically squealed with delight and pointed her phone at me. "Oh, this is going to be great!" she said.

"Open your mouth, faggot!" Zach yelled at me.

As soon as I opened my mouth, Zach shoved his cock in, and then grabbed me behind my head. I could hear Lynn laughing as his cock slid in and out. His dick grew and suddenly exploded in my mouth. The salty taste was awful as he spurted over and over.

"Make him swallow all of it!" Lynn yelled. "Make the fag swallow everything!"

And he did. He finally pulled out, leaving me kneeling at his feet, and then Lynn grabbed a handful of my hair, and jerked my head back.

"Please let me go," I begged, looking up at her. "I did what you wanted."

"That wasn't such a big deal for you, was it?" she asked. "It's the same thing you did for those other boys, right?"

"It's not the same thing!" I cried. "They attacked me in the park!"

"Oh, well now you're nice and safe at home, right?" she said. "So you've got nothing to worry about when you suck cocks here at home!"

"I don't want… please let me go!" I begged.

"If you want me to let you go, I've got a couple of conditions for you," she said.

"What… what do you want?"

"You aren't going to tell my Mom or anyone else about this, are you?"

I shook my head. "No!" I said. "I don't want anyone else to know about this!"

"Good, and the other condition is that since my Mom goes out to play mah-jong almost every Friday night, and Zach comes over here to see me almost every Friday night, I'd like you to plan on doing this every week."

"Every week?" I asked, my mouth open.

"That's right, faggot!" Zach said. "You're going to suck my dick every Friday night! You got a problem with that?"

I couldn't believe this was happening to me. I had to give a blow job every week right here at my home? "Um… but — " I started.

"If you're not happy with that arrangement, maybe Zach could bring some of his friends with him next Friday," she said, and turned to him. "Zach, do you have any friends who might want this faggot to give them blow jobs?"

Zach laughed and said, "I can think of lots of them. Maybe I'll post some of my pictures of him on social media and see how many people are interested in him."

I swallowed and said, "OK, OK, please don't bring anyone else with you! I'll do it on Friday nights."

"Of course you will," Lynn said, patting me on the head. "Because you're a sissy that likes sucking cocks more than you like getting beat up! Isn't that right?"

I just bowed my head in defeat. They had me right where they wanted me, and there was nothing I could do about it. Suddenly Lynn jerked my head back.

"I asked you a question!" she snarled at me. "Aren't you a sissy?"

"Ow!" I said, wincing from the pain in my scalp. "Yes, I'm a sissy!"

Then she shoved me face down and said, "Stay right here and don't move. I'll decide when I want to let you go!"

So I laid there face down on the floor and heard both of them walk away. I couldn't get loose, and I must have waited there for an hour before I heard the sound of someone coming downstairs. I was just hoping I wouldn't have to suck his dick again, but it was only Lynn.

"Is your boyfriend still here?" I asked.

"No, he went home," she said. "Are you disappointed? Were you looking forward to giving him another blow job?"

"No!" I said. "Lynn, will you please untie me? I'm starting to ache all over, being tied up like this!"

"Oh, you poor baby!" she said. "Are you going to be a good sissy and do as I say, or should I walk you over to the servants quarters and let those kids play with you for a while?"

I just groaned and said, "Lynn, I'll do whatever you want, just let me go, OK?"

"You better behave yourself, sissy, or I will make your life miserable!" she said.

Then I felt the tape being unwound from my wrists, and at last my arms were free. I started untying my ankles and said, "I did what you wanted. You didn't have to leave me tied up like this for so long."

"Shut up and be glad I untied you. Next Friday I might not be so nice to you!" she said, and walked away.

I finally got free, and went to the bathroom and cleaned myself up. I didn't know what to do. If I told my stepmom what they did to me, they would get in trouble, but everyone would find out about me, and my life might as well be over. I decided to wait and see what happened, and just went to bed.

Chapter 7
A New Look

The next few days I tried my best to avoid Lynn. I still had to eat dinner every night sitting across the table from this ugly girl who made me suck her boyfriend's dick, but otherwise I had nothing to do with her. Her mom found some on-line self-study courses I could review so I wouldn't be so far behind when I started school again in January.

Thursday evening after dinner, I went up to my bedroom to work on some math problems. Then Lynn walked into my room. She didn't knock on the door, she just walked in. "What do you want?" I asked, and turned back to my computer.

She held up a white dress on a hanger, and said, "I want you to try this on."

I looked at her, wondering if she had gone crazy. This was a party dress with puffy sleeves, lace all around it, rows of ruffles down the chest. "Are you out of your mind?" I asked, getting up to face her. "Why would I want to put that on?"

She slapped me across the face hard! The entire side of my face stung, and I held my cheek. "Don't you ever speak to me like that again!" she snarled at me. "You're going to put this on or I will ask Zach to bring a bunch of his friends to come over here tonight. And then the whole neighborhood will know you're a cocksucker! Do you want that, sissy boy?"

She had me and we both knew it. "All right, I'll try on your stupid dress!"

"Good idea, faggot!" she said. "Now take off your shirt and pants!"

Of course I couldn't just put the dress on over my clothes. So I had to strip down to my underwear in front of my stepsister. Then she grabbed me and turned me around, and then draped the dress over me, pulling my arms through the sleeves, and zipping up the back. Then she turned me around again to make me face her.

"Not bad. In fact it looks better on you than it ever did on me," she said. "See, I never wore it because it was too girly for me with all those ruffles and frills."

"OK, I put it on — " I started.

"Sit down!" she ordered me. I sat down and she asked, "When is the last time you got your hair cut?"

"I don't know, back in the summer maybe, before I went off to school," I said. My hair was parted on the left, long enough on the sides to cover my ears on the sides, and maybe neck length in the back.

She sighed, and said, "Let's see if we can do something with it."

Then she pulled out a comb and started trying to arrange my hair.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"I want to see how you look with a different hairstyle," she said. "Something more appropriate for that dress."

"This is getting kinda weird," I said.

But my sister just kept combing my hair and working on it until she was satisfied. "I think that's as good as it's going to get," she said. Then she took out her phone and snapped a picture of me!

"Hey, I don't want anyone to see me dressed up like this!" I protested.

"That's too bad, sweetie, because I want my Mom to see how you look in it now."

"What? Why?" I asked.

"Here's what's going to happen. We're going downstairs to show you off to my Mom. Then I'm going to explain to her that you really like my pretty clothes, and you want to wear them around the house."

"What??" I said. "Why would I want to do that?"

"Because you're a sissy, and you want to try dressing up like a girl," she said. "But it's OK. I don't mind sharing some of my clothes, like this dress."

"Lynn, please don't make me do this!"

"Relax, sissy boy. It's just you, me, and Mom here at home. No one will see you dressed up in pretty outfits except us," she said. "Or would you rather wear that dress when you go over to the servants quarters tomorrow night?"

"But… but this is blackmail!" I cried.

"You can call it whatever you want, but if you don't come downstairs with me right now, and convince Mom to let you dress up like a girl, then tomorrow night Zach and I will march you over there — "

"I'll do it," I said.

"Good!" she said, taking me by the arm. "Let's go!"

She dragged me downstairs and into the living room, where her Mom was watching television.

She took one look at us, or more likely ME, and turned the television off. "Kids, what is going on here?"

"Mom, Mike is always asking me to let him try on my clothes. He wants to dress up like a girl around the house, so finally I said it was OK with me. I just let him borrow this one dress. Is that OK with you?"

She scowled and looked back and forth from me to Lynn and back. I hoped she would put her foot down and just put an end to this nonsense.

"All right Mike, if that's what you want. But just around the house, right? I don't want you going out like that or people will get the wrong ideas about you."

"OK," I mumbled. That wasn't even close to the answer I had hoped for.

"Thanks, Mom," Lynn said brightly, and then took me by the arm. "Let's go!"

As we started to go, she called after us, "Oh, and Mike!"

I turned back, hopeful of a reprieve.

"Your hair looks nicer that way, but it's kind of lopsided."

Lynn said, "I know. I did the best I could, but maybe we could try something else."

So that was that, and Lynn dragged me back upstairs, and tried new hairstyles on me until she finally gave up. I remember thinking how much I really hated her.

So the next day I had to wear that white dress all day long. Then after her mom left to spend the evening with the neighbors, there was no avoiding Lynn.

"Sit down," she said. "I need to fix your hair before Zach gets here."

I did as I was told. "OK, but I don't think he really cares about my hair."

"But I do!" she said. "I want you to look nice when I take pictures of you. You want to look cute with your birthday coming up, don't you?"

Of course she would want to take pictures of me in this frilly dress. Most likely on my knees, with Zach's dick stuck in my mouth. And my birthday was coming up on Sunday. I didn't have any plans for the day, and looking like this, I didn't want to go out to a party or have friends over here.

Soon enough, Zach was here. Once glance at me and he shook with laughter. He finally gathered himself enough to say, "Nice outfit, Mike!"

Lynn held up her phone and said, "Twirl around, and show off your dress for him!"

So I held out my dress, and she made me twirl around over and over for her boyfriend.

"Is that a new hairdo?" he asked. "Did you get all dolled up just so you could suck my dick?"

"This was Lynn's idea. You'd have to ask her," I said.

"I gotta admit, it really is a turn on to see you in that dress," he said. "Why don't you get down on your knees for me right now?"

At least we were getting this over with. I got down on my knees. And they weren't going to tie me up this time. As Lynn hovered over me with her phone, Zach dropped his pants, and held out his dick for me. I took it in my mouth, and started working him in and out. He grabbed me behind the head, and I grabbed his butt cheeks with both hands. It was disgusting as always, but it was over with quickly and I was swallowing his gooey, salty cum.

Then Lynn put her phone down and said, "Nice job, sissy. I think you're getting better at this with practice."

"Can I go now?" I said. "No offense, but I really want to get this taste out of my mouth."

"Sure, get out of here," she said. "Sucking cocks is the only thing you're good for anyway, right?"

I didn't answer, I just got up and left before they could think of more ways to humiliate me.

Chapter 8
Mall Makeover

The following morning, Lynn made me wear one of her white blouses and a skirt. I had combed my hair the old way (like a boy) but she sat me down and fixed it her way, pulled back by a pair of pink hair clips. We have two housekeepers, and one of them is usually in the house, so I spent almost the entire day hiding up in my bedroom. If either one of them saw me dressed like this, I'm sure she would tell the other one and their kids about me.

At least I made it through Saturday without anyone else seeing me dressed up as a girl, but that night my stepmother handed me a tube of cream.

"What's this?" I asked.

"It's hair removal cream. Tomorrow morning before you take your shower, smear this on your arms and legs and leave it on for ten minutes."

"OK but is this really necessary?"

"Yes, because tomorrow I'm taking you shopping at the mall, and you don't want any unsightly hair on your arms and legs, do you?"

I stared at her open-mouthed. "The mall? Why are you taking me to the mall?"

"It's your birthday, and we're taking you shopping. You can't keep wearing your sister's clothes. You need outfits of your own, and tomorrow we'll pick them out for you."

"Um, do we really — " I started.

"Yes, we'll be leaving tomorrow right after breakfast."

I didn't sleep well that night. I would have to go to the the mall and try on girl's clothes. A mall full of people who would see me dressed up like a girl. The following morning, I smeared that cream all over my arms and legs, waited ten minutes, and then stepped into the shower. Sure enough, I saw lots of hair washing down the shower drain. When I was done, my arms and legs were smooth. Then Lynn found out where her mother was taking me.

"Can I go too?" she asked. "I love shopping!"

"Of course!" her mother said.

"Do you know how embarrassing this is going to be for me?" I asked.

"I've thought of that," my stepmother said. "You'll wear Lynn's white blouse from yesterday, with your bluejeans and those white athletic shoes that look halfway presentable. Wear your red windbreaker over the blouse, and with your hair parted on the side, you'll still look like a boy. Then when we get to the department store, you can try on the new outfits."

I just rolled my eyes. "Oh, what could possibly go wrong?" I said.

But my stepmother was determined to go, Lynn was super-excited to go, and I had to go. So off we went.

We got there soon enough, and were walking down a broad corridor with rows of stores on each side, when my stepmother steered me toward a hair salon.

"I thought we were going to buy clothes?" I asked.

"We are, but you haven't had a haircut in forever, and you really need one," she said. "And relax, when I made the appointment, I told them you were a boy."

We were greeted by a tall brunette, and my stepmother asked if she could do my hair. The hairstylist directed me over to a chair next to a sink, and asked me to sit back with my hair in the sink. Meanwhile, Lynn had picked up this copy of "Hairstyle" magazine, and started talking to the woman.

I just sat back and waited for this nightmare to unfold as Lynn chatted with her.

"What about this style?" I heard Lynn say. "This one's cute! Do you think my brother has enough hair to do this?"

"I think so, and you're right, that style is really cute!" she said.

Oh, great. The hairstylist knew I was a boy, and my sister found a hairdo in that magazine that would make me look cute. Maybe the roof would just fall in and kill me right now.

Soon the stylist came over to me and started running water in the sink. "So are you transgender?" she asked me. "We get some trans girls in here from time to time. It's no problem."

"Um, no — " I started.

"No, he's just a sissy," Lynn explained helpfully.

The stylist chuckled, and said, "Oh, well we get some of them in here too. Don't worry, we serve everyone. Everyone's money is good in this salon."

As she shampooed my hair with warm water, I wondered what I was going to look like when she got done with me. Then she wrapped a towel around my head, led me back to a chair, and draped a cloth around me. First I heard the snipping away all around me, then she started brushing my hair, and finally wrapped some curlers into it.

"Oh, he's going to look cute!" Lynn gushed.

Then I had to go sit under a hairdryer and wait to find out what I was going to look like.

"Take off your windbreaker," my stepmother said. "With your new hairstyle, you don't want to look like a boy."

As I unzipped my windbreaker to reveal the pretty blouse underneath, Lynn told the stylist, "He's going shopping for new outfits now, so he wants to look like a girl when he's trying on dresses!"

"Oh, good idea!" she said.

I was really wishing Lynn hadn't come with us. At last my hair was dry, the stylist sat me down in another chair, said she just needed to fluff up my hair, and after a minute of pulling and teasing my hair, she spun me around to look in the mirror at her creation.

I leaned forward to get a better look, as if I couldn't believe my eyes. My hair looked like a bush. There were curls everywhere, and my hair was somehow piled up two inches higher.

"Don't forget to thank her for you new hairstyle!" my stepmother said.

"Oh yeah, you look really cute for a sissy!" Lynn said, trying not to laugh.

I got up and stumbled around in a daze, still looking at my reflection in the mirror. Finally I said, "Thank you, Ma'am," and headed for the door. At least with this hairdo and this blouse I figured I didn't have to worry about anyone thinking I was a boy.

As we left the salon, my stepmother said, "When you take a shower, remember to wrap your head in a towel first. We wouldn't want to wash out those curls, would we?"

"We wouldn't?" I asked.

"Now if that were to happen, then we'd have to bring you back here to have your hair permed. Then it wouldn't look as pretty, and you'd be stuck with it for at least six weeks."

"OK," I grumbled.

Soon we were at the department store, in the clothing section for girls. Lynn could not have been happier, picking out one outfit after another for me. She would pick up a blouse and say, "Mom, I'm not sure about this one. Is this something a sissy would wear, or is it only for real girls?"

I took a quick look around. "Someone might hear you," I whispered.

"Oh, stop worrying. You're safe, you don't look anything like a boy!"

Somehow that didn't make me feel any better.

After she gathered up an armful of clothes, she dragged me into a fitting room. "Do you have to be in here with me?"

"Not really, but I want to, and there's nothing you can do about it, is there?" she said. "Now get undressed!"

I got undressed, stripping down to my briefs, and she handed me a yellow dress. I somehow got into it, and she zipped up the back of it, and then led me outside. Then I had to stand in front of these three mirrors, and turn around and around while my stepmother and sister commented on my appearance.

Finally my stepmother said, "Wait here."

She left me there with Lynn, who said, "I think I know what the problem is."

"Can you be more specific?" I asked. Right now I had a lot of problems. Most notably my hairdo and the dress I was wearing.

"You'll see," Lynn said.

It seems like hours when a boy is standing around in a public place wearing a yellow dress, but I'm sure she was only gone for a few minutes. When she returned, she handed Lynn a package and said, "Put this on him."

So Lynn and I went back in the fitting room, she got me out of the dress, and then pulled a white bra out of the package.

"What am I supposed to do with that?"

"These dresses and blouses won't fit you right because they're cut for girls. You need to wear this bra. Mom got the ones that already have padded inserts, so they'll give you a better figure. Now turn around!"

I turned around, and she helped me into it. "OK, now what do I do?" I asked.

"Put the dress back on, you idiot!" she said. "Unless you want to go out there dressed like that!"

So she marched me back outside in the yellow dress, and my stepmother smiled in approval. "That looks much better," she said. "Now try on the next one."

But first Lynn had to take a picture of me. Then I spent the next hour trying on more dresses, and various combinations of skirts and blouses. I ended up wearing a pink blouse and white skirt. Of course Lynn took pictures of everything. While all of this was going on, my step mom had made more purchases for me.

I thought I finally done when she handed me a couple of packages. "What are these now?" I asked.

"Well, if you're going to be wearing skirts, you'll need tights, especially when the weather gets colder. I bought several pair, but for now, put on the pink ones. They go with your blouse."

So now I was going to be wearing tights. This day just kept getting better and better. "And the other package?" I almost dreaded to ask.

"Panties. Six pairs, assorted colors. If you're going to be wearing bras, you should get used to wearing those, too," she said. "You can pick whatever color you want."

How considerate of her. Lynn was laughing so hard that she had to sit down. "Aren't you lucky?" she finally said. "You're getting so many presents for your birthday!"

I just trudged back into the fitting room to decide which color panties I wanted to wear. By the time I got my skirt off, Lynn had barged in on me.

"Now what?" I asked.

"You don't mind if get a picture of you in your new panties, do you?" she asked.

"Why not?" I asked. I sighed and figured this day couldn't get any worse as she took a picture of me in a pink blouse, white panties, and pink tights.

"You've got some pink panties," Lynn said. "Are you sure you don't want to wear those instead? To make you look even more girly?"

Finally I snapped. "Lynn, what the Hell are you thinking? No one's even going to see them under my skirt!"

Lynn glared at me. "Take your panties off! Now!"

Oh God, I should know better than to get her mad at me, especially when I'm dressed up like this. "OK, OK," I said, and took off my panties.

But before I could put the pink ones on, she said, "Stop! Put your hands behind your back and face me!"

I did so, and she took a picture of me, wearing only my blouse and tights, with my junk showing.

"Now put the pink ones on so I can take another picture," she ordered me.

I put the pink panties on, and she took the picture. "I can't wait to show these pictures to Zach! Maybe that will teach you to behave yourself!"

"I'm sorry, Lynn! I didn't mean to snap at you! I'm just under a lot of stress being out in public dressed up like this — "

"Shut up, sissy boy," she said. "I think a complete makeover might be just what you need to teach you a lesson!"

All I dared to do was groan as this day was getting worse all the time. My stepmother paid for all of my new outfits, and I had to stand in front of the salesgirl, as she scanned the blouse and skirt I was now wearing.

"Mom, those shoes don't go with rest of his outfit at all, do they?"

She looked down at my athletic shoes and nodded. "Definitely not, let's visit the shoe store over there."

So now I needed some girly-looking shoes. It was only a short walk to the shoe store, and once inside, Lynn picked up a pair of high heeled sandals.

"Wouldn't he look sexy in these?" she asked.

"Lynn, put those back!" she said. "He'd trip and kill himself trying to walk in those shoes!"

Actually, killing myself didn't seem like a bad idea right now. She sat me down and had me try on various styles of more sensible shoes. Lynn called them boring and clunky, but fortunately her Mom was the one with the credit card. I ended up with a pair of brown sandals and a more dressy pair of white shoes with low heels, which I was actually able to walk in. They had me replace my athletic shoes with the sandals so I would look more like a girl.

"Are we done now?" I asked.

"Not by a long shot, sissy boy!" Lynn said, flashing an evil grin at me. "We're going to make you prettier!"

"I can hardly wait," I muttered.

"We're going here next," she said, pointing to a shop.

I looked up at the sign. It said, "Manny's Pedi Place." It was a nail salon.

Lynn shoved me into the shop, and said, "Mom said I could pick out the color."

"Yes," her mom said. "Go ahead and get started, I'm going to drop off all of these packages in the car."

She disappeared with all of my pretty new clothes, and Lynn started talking to one of the women in the shop. Then Lynn told me to sit on a chair in front of a counter, and to put my hands on the counter.

As I sat down, I asked her, "Do I really need to have my nails done?"

"Don't worry, it'll be fine," Lynn said.

That wasn't very reassuring, but the manicurist sat across the counter from me and started washing my hands. I didn't mind that she trimmed and shaped my nails, but then she started painting them. One by one, my nails turned bright pink. When she was done, I was speechless as I stared down at my pretty nails.

"Was this your first manicure?" she asked.

"Uh huh," I said, still staring at my nails. I didn't even notice that my stepmother had returned.

"The polish can take up to an hour to dry, so you'll want to hold your hands out in front of you, so you don't smudge them."

"OK," I said. I got up, holding my hands in front of me, palms down.

"I asked her to pick out a color close to your blouse so your entire ensemble would match. Don't they look pretty?" Lynn said.

"I guess so," I muttered, as we left the shop.

"I've never had mine professionally done, but then I'm not a sissy like you," she said.

"Please leave me alone," I said. It was bad enough I had to walk everywhere holding out my hands to show off my new nails.

"Aw, my poor sissy brother looks sad," she said, walking alongside me. "Maybe our next stop will cheer you up."

"What? Do we have to go somewhere else too?"

"Of course," she said. "And here we are."

We were in front of a jewelry store. "I need jewelry too?" I asked.

So I resigned myself to wearing a bracelet or perhaps a necklace. My stepmother talked to a woman for a while, and then called for me to come over and sit down. "This sales associate will pierce your ears," she said.

"What?" I said, climbing out of the chair.

"Relax, this won't hurt much at all," said the woman as she put on a pair of latex gloves.

"Sit down! And don't smudge your nails!" Lynn said. Then she told the associate, "He's a total sissy. He's afraid of everything, that's all."

"Oh, I had no idea you're a boy!" the associate said. "You're really very attractive!"

"He just had his hair and nails done," Lynn said. "And I think he'll be even cuter when he's wearing some bling!"

Then the associate swabbed my ears with some disinfectant, and held up what looked up a gun.

"What the Hell is that?" I asked, my voice rising an octave.

"Don't worry, it's just an air gun. It's the safest and fastest way to do this." she said.

I sat there and gritted my teeth, but it was just a jab, and it didn't hurt much. Then she did the other ear, and it was over, and I could relax. Lynn had picked out a pair of sliver stud earrings, and those were screwed in without causing any pain, either.

"You have to wear these 24/7 for at least six weeks," the associate said. "Otherwise the holes could close up."

"So I can't take these off for six weeks?" I asked.

"Yes, but after that, you can swap them out and wear whatever earrings you want," she said.

"After that, we'll get you some really flashy earrings!" Lynn said.

"I can hardly wait," I mumbled.

So I had to walk out into the mall again, holding out my hands to help my pretty nails dry. "Can we go home now?" I asked.

"Lynn says we need to make one more stop," her Mom said.

That stop was back at the department store, up the escalator to the upper level. Because that's where the cosmetics counter was. I just stood there holding my hands out while Lynn and her mother talked to the woman behind the counter.

Then Lynn waved me over to a chair, and had me sit down in front of a lighted mirror. "I explained to her that my brother is a sissy who doesn't know anything about makeup, so she's going to give you some pointers."

"Oh, thank you so much," I said, trying not to sound sarcastic.

Then while Lynn took pictures of me, this woman explained how to powder my face with foundation, and then apply some blush. "I think clear lip gloss will bring out the natural color of your lips. Maybe when you get more experience you'll want to paint your lips with brighter colors," she said.

There wasn't much chance of that, but I thanked her for her help. I took a long look at myself in the mirror. I was dressed up in a cute outfit with my hair up in curls, my face was painted, my nails were done, and I had earrings stuck in my ears. I figured at least I didn't have to worry that I might meet anyone who would recognize me. Right now, I wouldn't even recognize myself.

Our car was parked on the other side of the mall, so Lynn's Mom told us to wait at the exit, and she would bring the car around for us in about fifteen minutes.

So Lynn and I had to wait at the mall waiting for her Mom to come back. Lynn sat down on a bench just inside the exit, and I slumped on the other side of the bench from her. We must have looked like a couple of adolescent girls out for a day of shopping.

"Sit up straight, you idiot!" she said. "And your nails are dry now, so fold your hands in your lap like a proper young lady! Do you want to look like a boy slouching like that?"

"OK, OK," I said, and sat up straight, folding my hands together in my lap.

She looked around and said, "This could be interesting."

"What's that?" I asked.

"There's two boys over there, and I think they've got their eye on us."

I looked over to see two boys who were about our age, and then they started coming our way. I hoped they would just walk by, but they stopped in front of us.

"Hi, I'm Jimmy, and this is my friend Paul. Would you girls like to go to a movie with us?" he asked.

I looked over at Lynn, and she said pointing at me, "I'm Lynn but my brother Mike is a sissy. So… is either of you interested in him?"

"What?" Jimmy said, staring at me. He pointed in my direction, and then asked Lynn, "He's a boy?"

She tousled my curls, and said "Oh, don't be fooled by his pretty hairdo or his cute looks," she said, and turned to me. "He just loves to get dressed up. Tell them, sweetie."

I already felt my cheeks flushing, and I swallowed a couple of times. "I, uh, I, um, I'm not really a girl," I said.

He took a closer look at me, pointed, and said, "You're wearing makeup! And your lips are shiny!"

"That's what I'm trying to tell you," Lynn said. "Sissy boy wants to look pretty! Don't you think he's cute?"

"So… what, you just like to dress up like a girl?" he asked me.

Now I could feel sweat starting to trickle down from my armpits, but before I could think of how to answer, Lynn said, "He does a lot more than just dress up! Today is his birthday, so you guys can make it a special day for him! If you take him to a movie, this sissy here will be happy to get down on his knees in a dark theater and suck both of your dicks!"

I just froze. Then my eyes bulged, and I turned to stare at Lynn.

"This is too weird for me," Paul said, edging away from us.

"It's OK," Lynn said. "He's good at giving blow jobs, and he doesn't have a boyfriend right now — "

"Let's get out of here!" Jimmy said, and the two boys hurried away from us.

I watched them leave with relief, and then turned to Lynn. "Are you trying to get me killed?"

"Oh relax, sissy boy! Those two dweebs weren't going to try anything! Couldn't you tell that they were more afraid of you than you were of them?" she said. "You're such a wimp! I'd say you have had a really good day here."

"A good day?? How was this a good day?"

"Are you kidding? This proves you can pass for a girl! Those boys thought you were cute, and they wanted to go out with you. I don't think you'll have any trouble finding yourself a boyfriend."

"Just what I need," I grumbled.

Chapter 9
Christmas

At last my day at the mall was over, my stepmother brought the car around, and we were on our way home with my new wardrobe. When we got home, Lynn said, "Come on, let's go upstairs and put your new clothes away!"

As we headed for the stairs, we met Mrs. Sanders, the housekeeper who didn't like me (not the one who hated me.) She had just come downstairs, carrying an armful of my shirts and pants. Then she stopped and took a long look at me, finally saying, "What… "

"Oh, we gave him a makeover for his birthday! He's going to dress up like a girl now!" Lynn said.

"Well," Mrs. Sanders said. "That explains why your mother asked me to collect his clothes."

Then she walked past us, and I said, "Where is she going with my clothes?"

"Never mind, you don't need those any more," Lynn said. "Let's put your new clothes away."

We went upstairs, and sure enough, my closet and dresser drawers were empty. Lynn was happy to start filling them with my new blouses, skirts, dresses, tights, underwear and shoes.

"She's going to tell her kids and the other housekeeper about me," I said. I sat down on my bed and muttered, "Worst birthday ever."

"Are you sure?" she said. "Next year when you've had a year's experience living as a girl, you might have even more fun!"

I doubted that. But that was how my thirteenth birthday ended.

Now my old clothes were gone, and I had to dress up as a girl every day. After several days, Lynn allowed me to wash the curls out of my hair. Then I found out that my hair was just as long as before my trip to the salon. Apparently the hairstylist had just trimmed and styled it to make it look more feminine. Then Lynn dragged me back into the bathroom, sat me down, and started brushing my hair before deciding to part it in the middle.

I think I know just the thing for you," she said, and rummaged around in a drawer to find a hairband. A pink plastic hairband with a big pink bow. "This will keep your hair in place."

She pulled my hair back and slid the hairband onto my head. I looked in the mirror and saw my chin-length hair framing my face, the rest of it pulled back by the hairband with the big pink bow. I was so disgusted, I just let out a deep sigh.

"Yes, it's a pretty look for you, isn't it?" she said.

And that was my new look for the next several weeks. I just stayed home all the time, doing my schoolwork on the computer, and not even going outside. Every Friday night, Zach would come over to make out with Lynn, and then make me suck his dick. All I could think was that in January I could start school again, and they couldn't make me go back to school dressed like a girl.

On Christmas morning, I came downstairs in my white nightgown to find a large box with my name on it under the tree. Lynn and her mother were already there.

"Go ahead and open it," her mother said.

After living as a girl for these past weeks, I actually dreaded opening a Christmas present, but I tore open the wrapping anyway. I opened the box to find this fluffy pink and white thing. "What is this?" I asked, holding it up.

"It's one of your pom-poms!" Lynn said.

I looked in the box and found another pompom, and underneath it a pink sweater, and a pink-and-white pleated skirt. Last but not least, a pair of white boots. They had given me a cheerleader outfit.

"Isn't it pretty?" Lynn asked.

"You'll look so cute in it," her mother said.

"Uh, thank you, I think," I said, looking in dismay from one piece of clothing to another.

"Don't you want to try it on?" my stepmother asked.

"Um, I don't think — "

"Put it on NOW!" Lynn ordered me.

So first I had to strip down to my red bra and panties in front of them, and then get into my new outfit. I could feel myself turning bright red, and then Lynn had to take some pictures. After a while, I asked, "Is that enough? Can I change into something else?" I figured anything else had to be better than this.

"No, I think you should wear that for the rest of the day," Lynn said. "Now stand next to the Christmas tree and try to look like a real cheerleader!"

"How do I do that? I've never actually been a cheerleader," I said.

Lynn grabbed the pom-poms and said, "Like this! Put your feet together, stick your chest out, and put your hands on your hips."

She demonstrated for me, I copied her stance, and had to stand there while she took pictures of me from every angle she could think of. Finally they let me slink away in my new outfit to have breakfast. And yes, I spent the whole day dressed up like a cheerleader. After breakfast, Lynn dragged me away to work on my hair. Instead of having me wear a hairband, she brushed, teased and fluffed up my hair, and then sprayed it to make me look like some kind of ditsy bimbo. Then for the rest of the day, she stopped me to take more pictures whenever she thought of a new pose for me.

So after the Christmas holiday was over, I asked my stepmother about my situation. "Am I enrolled in the same school as Lynn for the spring semester?"

"Yes, of course," she said. "School starts next week."

"Well, I can't go to school dressed like a girl!" I said.

"Why not? I think you look really cute as a girl," she said.

"My name is Michael!" I said. "How would I explain that??"

"You could just tell people your name is really Michaela," she said. "You could ask the other kids to call you Kayla, if that makes you more comfortable."

"I can't do this! I CANNOT do this!" I repeated.

"All right, I'll give you back your old clothes, and some nail polish remover, and you can take your earrings off," she said. "But when you come home every afternoon, you'll put the earrings back on and dress like a girl. And every weekend too."

"What about my hair? Do you have anything planned for that?"

"Oh, you can style your hair however you want for school. Then when you come home, Lynn will make it look pretty again."

"Why do I have to keep doing this?" I asked.

"Because I said so!" she explained.

"That's not really an answer, is it?" I asked.

"Then why don't you make it through an entire semester of school without being expelled, and then you can go back to living as a boy!"

So that was it. I was being punished for being kicked out of boarding school. OK, she could make these decisions now, but my Dad was scheduled back from his deployment in a couple of months, and he would put an end to this nonsense.

Sunday night, Lynn and her mom returned all of my clothes, so I at least I could start school looking like a boy. Almost all of them, anyway. "I don't have any underwear!" I said.

"Sure you do!" my stepmother said. She opened the drawer to show all of my many different colors of panties.

"But those are the girl's panties I've been wearing!" I protested.

"So? Who's going to notice as long as you keep your pants on?"

"Why can't I have my old underwear?" I asked.

"Because I said so!" she said. "Or would you rather I make you wear a bra to go with those panties?"

I scowled, but she wasn't going to give in. "All right, I'll wear the panties," I grumbled. At least no one would see them. I might not be able to hide a bra under my shirt.

Chapter 10
Back To School

Monday morning, I got to dress like a boy again, for the first time in ages. My hair was a problem, though. I parted it on the left as before, but it was shaped in a girl's style. All I could do was tuck it behind my ears and hope for the best.

My first few days of school went well. I got all of my new textbooks, and I didn't have any hair or wardrobe malfunctions. Then on Friday afternoon, I was in the boy's locker room getting ready to leave, when a couple of older boys approached me.

"Hey, aren't you Lynn's brother, Mike?" one of them asked.

"Yeah," I said. "Well, actually stepbrother."

"The funny thing is," he said. "She told us you like to wear girl's panties! Mind if we take a look?"

"What?" I said. "She told you that??"

Suddenly one of the guys grabbed me and pulled my arms behind my back. "Yeah, it's kind of hard for us to believe," he said, grabbing my belt, and pulling it free. "So we gotta see for ourselves!"

"Stop! Let go of me!" I yelled.

But he quickly unzipped and pulled down my pants. This probably wasn't the best day for me to wear my pink pair with all the ruffles. Both of them started laughing, and I struggled and twisted back and forth, but the other kid wouldn't let go. Then his friend got his phone out and started taking pictures.

When they finally stopped laughing, he put his phone away and said, "That's an interesting fashion choice, Mike. You know, they do make you look kinda cute!"

Then they shoved me down onto a bench, and walked away laughing. I pulled my pants up and hurried home. I had a score to settle with Lynn. When I got home, I found her in the kitchen, and yelled at her, "You told your friends that I was wearing panties!"

"So? I only told two guys," she said.

"Are you out of your mind?" I shouted. "They're going to tell everyone now, you stupid bitch!"

That's when she slapped me. It made my cheek sting, and my eyes water, and I think they could hear that slap in the zip code. "Don't you ever speak to me like that again!" she said.

Her mother heard the slap and the rest of the commotion, and appeared in the doorway. "Kids, what's going on?"

"She hit me!" I said.

"He called me a bitch!" she said.

"She told her friends at school I was wearing panties, and they pulled my pants down and took pictures of me!"

"I only told these two guys, and made them promise not to tell anyone else," she said. "I was just having some fun with him."

"All right, enough!" she said. "Both of you go to your rooms and stay there until dinner! And Mike, get dressed!"

I grumbled, and went up to my room to change into a blouse and skirt, and pulled my hair back with a hairband. I should have known Lynn's mom would never take my side against her, no matter what she did to me.

We ate dinner in silence that night. Finally, my stepmother said, "I'm going out again to play mah-jong with my Friday night group. Can I trust you two not to kill each other?"

When she looked at me, I said, "Ask her. She's the one who hit me!"

"He deserved it!" she said. "But we'll be all right."

After dinner, she went out to visit with the neighbors, leaving me alone with Lynn. But not for long. As usual, Zach showed up for his date with Lynn (and blow job from me.)

Soon we were down in the basement, and I said to Zach, "OK, let's get this over with." I just wanted to go back up to my bedroom and get away from Lynn.

"Not so fast," he said, and took out a length of rope. "I need to tie you up first."

They hadn't tied me up in weeks, so asked, "Do we really need to do this?"

He spun me around and started lashing my wrists together. "Yeah, we do," he said.

Then Lynn held up what looked like a fake penis with a strap attached to it. "This is something Zach gave me for Christmas," she said. "To use on you!"

I recoiled in horror and gasped. "What is that thing?" I cried.

"It's a penis gag!" she said, shoving it in my mouth. "So you can practice sucking cock until you're good at it!"

"I think he's already pretty good at it!" Zach said.

"But he can always get better," Lynn said. "Practice makes perfect, right?"

This was disgusting! Now I had a fake dick in my mouth, and she tied the thing off behind my neck. Then they laid me down on the floor and Zach tied my ankles together. I tried to ask them what they were doing, but my voice just came out all garbled.

"Just wait here," Lynn said. "We'll be right back."

Then both of them left me here, tied up on the basement floor with this thing in my mouth. But it was only a few minutes before they returned, and pulled me up to my feet.

"OK, here we go!" Lynn said.

Then Zach bent down, picked me up around the waist, and threw me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Lynn walked out of the basement, and he followed her upstairs.

"Where are you taking me?" I tried to shout.

They didn't answer, but soon we were out in the backyard, and then… oh no! They were taking me to the servants' quarters! I screamed and struggled, but Zach just laughed. So far I had managed to avoid those kids but my luck was about to run out.

Chapter 11
The Children Of The Help

Then Lynn called out, "Hi Eric! Hi Sally!"

This was a nightmare. I was trapped and helpless, and now our housekeeper's kids were going to see me like this, dressed up like a girl, and all tied up and gagged.

Zach put me down in their large shed, and then drew my ankles up to my wrists to hogtie me. Then he pulled me up on my knees to face them.

"Wow!" Eric said. "Don't you look cute all dressed up? I didn't believe it when Mom told us you were dressing up like a girl, but it's all true!"

"Can you believe he once asked me out?" Sally said, pointing at me. "Did he think I'd go out with a fag like him?"

"It looks like he has a sissy hairdo," Eric said. "But Mom said he had his hair all done up in curls."

"Oh yeah, but he didn't want to go to school looking like that," Lynn said. "He's still trying to look like a boy at school. But he looks sweet with that bow in his hair, too!"

"Yeah, he must be the sweetest boy in school!" Eric said, and started laughing.

"What's he got in his mouth?" Sally asked.

"His pacifier, " Lynn said. "Actually it's a fake dick he likes to suck on. Those are popular with cocksuckers like him. You know, for when he can't find a real boy to suck off!"

Oh God! A chill went down my spine. They didn't just bring me here to humiliate me; they were going to make me give Eric a blow job too!

"So he really gives blow jobs?" Eric asked Zach.

"Sure, and he's gonna show you right now," Zach said, and lifted my chin to make me look up at him. "Aren't you, Mike? You're going to suck both of our dicks, aren't you?"

All I could do was squeal into the gag. Then Lynn said, "Oh good! I'll get my phone out to record this!"

"I can't believe this is really going to happen!" Eric said, as Zach unbuckled my gag.

Then he pulled the gag out of my mouth, and let it dangle around my mouth. I wished I could think of something to say, some way to talk my way out of this, but Zach had already unzipped his pants. His dick sprang out, and he cupped his hand around the back of my head.

Then he was in my mouth. I was on my knees, tied up and dressed like a girl in front of the two kids I had always looked down on. I had always let Eric and Sally know I was better than them, but here I was being forced to give a blow job in front of them. Finally he exploded in my mouth, and I felt the warm sticky taste as I tried to swallow.

"That's it, bitch!" Zach said. "Swallow all of it like the whore you are!"

At last he was done with me, and as I sat back on my haunches, Lynn said, "Eric, it's your turn. Do you want the sissy to suck your dick, too?"

She didn't have to ask him twice. He stood over me, a triumphant smile on his face. "Look at you, rich kid! Don't you look pretty in your cute outfit with cum smeared on your lips?" he asked me. "You're not so high and mighty now, are you?"

I just bowed my head and waited for the inevitable. I could feel my face flushing red with humiliation; not only would I have to suck his dick, but first he was going to taunt me.

"Yeah, you thought you were really something, you thought you were better than us, with you going off to an elite boarding school. Not like the rest of us riffraff here!" he said. "And now here you are, kicked out of your fancy school, and on your knees sucking cocks! So tell me, Mike, how does it feel to have a dick shoved in your mouth?"

I felt like crying, and was trying desperately not to. I knew if I tried to say anything, my voice would crack, and I didn't want to give them the satisfaction of seeing me cry. So I just knelt there, and heard him unzip his pants.

"Got nothing to say, pretty boy?" he asked. Then he grabbed a handful of my hair and jerked my head back. "I never had a blow job before, but I figure since you give them to guys all the time, you must be good at it, right?"

I didn't say anything. I just opened my mouth, and he shoved his dick in. He wasn't as big as Zach but this was so much worse. These were the kids I had looked down on, the children of the help, and now I was at their mercy. As he slid in and out, I heard Zach say, "Make him swallow all of it! He deserves it!"

By the time he spurted in my mouth, I felt like my face had turned bright red. I just sat back on my haunches, my eyes half-shut, hoping this nightmare was over, and they would let me go.

"Feel good, Eric?" Lynn asked.

"Yeah, that was great!" he said.

"You know, I've been thinking that in view of how badly he's behaved, I think he needs to be punished," Lynn said.

Punished?? My head swiveled around to stare at Lynn. I didn't like where this was going.

"What did you have in mind?" Eric asked.

"Well, I was thinking that every day when he comes home from school, he stops in here, and gives you a blow job."

My eyes went wide, and my mouth dropped open, but I didn't say anything.

"Is that OK with you?" she continued.

"Yeah, I think I'd like that!" he said.

I'm sure he would, I thought.

"All right then it's settled," she said, and turned to me. She stood over me, and tilted my chin back to make me look up at her. "Mike, you don't have a problem with that, now do you? You're going to come here every day after school and suck Eric's dick, aren't you?"

"Yes," I croaked.

"Good, I'm glad that's settled," she said. "Eric, if he ever doesn't show up, just let me know, and I'll deal with him!"

"You can count on that!" he said.

"All right, Zach, let's take the sissy home," she said.

Then Zach hauled me up to my feet and I groaned as he threw me over his shoulder again.

"I can hardly wait till Monday to see him come here after school so you can make him suck your dick again!" Sally told Eric. "When he's dressed like a boy and he has to get down on his knees for you every day! He's not going to like that!"

"Yeah well, he'll have to get used to it, won't he!" Eric said.

Zach and Lynn said their goodbyes, and they carried me away. They took me home and down into the basement again. Lynn sat in a chair and said, "Put him over my lap."

Zach dumped me in her lap, and I said, "What… what are you doing — "

That's all I got to say before she shoved the penis gag back into my mouth. "The boys have had their fun, and now it's my turn. Now you're really going to learn to behave yourself!" she said.

She lifted my skirt, and pulled my panties down to my ankles. Suddenly I felt a smack on my butt, and then another and another. I tried to squirm and wiggle, but the ropes had no slack.

"I don't think he likes your hairbrush," Zach said.

"He's going to like it even less when I use the bristles on him," she said, and kept hitting me.

She must have hit my butt dozens of times, and the pain made me scream into the gag and strain against the ropes. My butt felt like it was on fire, and she just kept hitting me. Then she started scraping the bristles against my sore butt, and I was in agony. She just raked my butt back and forth, and I was crying and sobbing into the gag until she finally stopped. Then she shoved me onto the floor and pulled me up on my knees to face her.

I still had tears streaming down my cheeks when she said, "Do you need another beating? Or are you going to listen to me now?"

I nodded, and tried not to sniffle.

"Then from now on, you are going to behave yourself! I can do whatever I want to you, and if you ever so much as look at me the wrong way, I will beat you a lot worse than this! Do you understand me?"

Again, I nodded. I couldn't believe my butt could hurt more but I didn't want another beating.

She started prying the gag out of my mouth, and said. "Then you are going to promise me that you will be obedient from now on!"

As she pulled the penis gag out, I sniffled and said, "I promise I'll be obedient."

She grabbed my chin and lifted it, and said, "Are you sure about that, you cocksucker? Promise me you're going to be a obedient little sissy from now on!"

I was all tied up and had to do what she wanted. I swallowed and almost choked on the words, but I said, "I promise I'll be an obedient little sissy from now on."

Then she said, "Zach, you untie him for me. I'd just as soon bash his face in than look at him!"

Zach untied my wrists, and I didn't want to sit on my aching butt, so I had to stand up to untie my ankles.

"And go to bed right now!" she said. "I don't even want you up when Mom comes home."

"OK," I squeaked, and with my ankles finally untied, I hurried upstairs just to get away from them as fast as I could. I got into my nightgown and went straight to bed. My butt still hurt, so I had to sleep face down, but at least I was away from Lynn and her boyfriend.

Chapter 12
Sally And Her Friends

The next morning I got dressed in a blouse and a skirt, pulled my hair back with a hairband, and went downstairs for breakfast. It was still hard to sit down, but I just tried to sit with most of my weight on my upper thighs. Lynn and I didn't say a word to each other, so at least she was leaving me alone, and I was able to avoid her for the rest of the weekend.

Monday morning I went back to school, which meant I could dress like a boy again. I was worried I might run into those two guys who pulled my pants down, but I never saw them. Finally the day was over, but now my daily humiliation was about to begin. When I got home, I had to go over to the servant quarters, and give Eric a blow job. So I walked through the backyard, and there was Eric, just sitting there waiting for me in their shed with a grin on his face. I walked up to him, not sure what I was supposed to say or do.

After an awkward silence he finally said, "What are you doing here, rich kid? Slumming with us lowlifes?"

I hemmed and hawed a bit and said, "Uh, well, you know… "

"No, I don't know," he said. "Tell me."

Of course he was going to make this as humiliating as possible. "I'm supposed to, uh, give you a blow job."

"Oh, so you want to suck my dick!" he said. "Why didn't you just say so?"

"Eric, you know what I have to do," I said. "Can we just get this over with?"

"Just a sec," he said, and then called out, "Hey sis, come on over! You can watch this cocksucker go down on me!"

I felt my ears burn and my whole face start to flush. He wanted Sally to see me being forced to do this, too.

Sure enough, she walked in and looked me up and down. "Oh, look at you! You're still trying to look like a boy at school? What's the matter, don't you want the other kids to know you're a sissy that likes to dress up as a girl?"

"I… I just dress normal at school," I said.

"So why is that?" she asked. "You don't want the other kids to find out you're a fag that likes to suck cocks?"

Before I could answer, Sally said, "You know, life would be a lot simpler for you if you just dressed like a girl all the time. You know, instead of trying to pretend you're a boy instead of the sissy you really are."

I didn't want to answer her, so I looked back at Eric, and noticed his dick was making a tent out of his pants. "Can we just do this?" I asked.

"Yeah, get down on your knees," he said, getting up and unzipping his pants.

By the time I knelt in front of him, his penis was sticking out, and I took it in my mouth. Having to suck him off was just as disgusting as ever, but at least it was easier when my hands weren't tied behind my back. I had done this often enough that I knew what to expect. It was still humiliating, and I could feel my face flushing, but at least I wasn't going to burst out crying again. Then he started spurting, and I had a mouthful of cum to swallow.

I got up and muttered, "All right, we're done."

As I turned to leave, he called out, "Yeah, see you tomorrow, faggot!"

I heard Sally burst out laughing as I trudged back to the house. I knew I had to come back here tomorrow and blow Eric again. Most likely his sister would be there too, watching me, the rich kid, being abused by the children of the help.

The next day I had to go see Eric after school again, but at least his sister wasn't there to taunt me as I gave her brother a blow job. Then on Wednesday after school, I went to see Eric again, but the shed was empty. I looked around, and called out for him, but there was no answer. I didn't know what to do, so I went home and saw the outfit Lynn had laid out for me. A red dress. I sighed and put it on.

After dinner, I was up in my bedroom when Lynn walked in on me. "Eric just told me you didn't give him a blow job after school today like you were supposed to!" she snapped at me.

I just shrugged. "I went there, but he wasn't home. So I came home and got dressed."

"You idiot! If he isn't there, then you wait for him!" she said. "He's very disappointed at not getting his blow job today, so here's what you're going to do! You're going over there right now and beg him to forgive you! Then you're going to suck his dick, and promise him that not only will you do that after school tomorrow and Friday, but for the next two days you will also come back at night in one of your girly outfits and give him another blow job!"

"But — " I started.

"But nothing!" she shouted. "Get your ass over there right now and tell him you'll give him an extra blow job for the next two days, and if you're lucky, maybe he won't give you a beating!"

"OK, OK, I'm going!" I said, and hurried downstairs and out the door.

My red dress was blowing in the breeze as I rushed over to the servants' quarters, and found Eric sitting in the shed. He didn't look happy.

"Eric, I'm so sorry! I misunderstood! I came here after school, and you weren't here, so I went home. Please let me make it up to you! I'll give you a blow job now, and then the rest of the week I'll come over here at night and give you an extra blow job!"

He got up and walked over to me. Then he punched me in the belly. I gasped as I doubled over from the pain, and clutched my stomach, and he said, "Get down on your knees, faggot!"

I sank to my knees, and was relieved to see him unzipping his pants. At least if I was giving him a blow job, he wouldn't be hitting me again. I did my best to get him off, and it tasted awful but I swallowed everything. I Iooked up at him and said, "I'm really sorry, and it won't happen again, OK?"

"It better not," he said. "Now get your ass out of here!"

"Thank you," I said, and hurried home before he changed his mind.

When I got home, Lynn was waiting for me, her arms folded across her chest. "So what happened?"

"Like you said, I have to give him two blow jobs tomorrow and Friday."

"Lucky you. It's a good thing you're a faggot who likes to give blow jobs," she said. "Don't screw up again or you might not get off so easy!"

"It won't happen again, OK?" I said.

"You better hope not!' she said, and walked away.

So on Thursday I had to visit Eric after school, and then again at night. Then on Friday, I had to do it again. Lynn's mom went out to see the neighbors as usual, and her boyfriend Zach came over to see her as usual. Friday night, Lynn had me wear a pink dress, and after Zach was done with me, I had to go over to see Eric again.

I went over to the shed and was relieved to see Eric was by himself. "OK, I'm here — " I started.

"Hey Sally," he called out. "The fag is here!"

I winced, not just at his description of me, but also that his sister was going to join us. Then she called out, "I'll be right there."

A moment later, Sally was here. But she wasn't alone. There were four more girls with her.

"What's going on?" I asked. "Why are all these people here?"

"Shut up and turn around so I can tie you up," Eric said.

Now I was in trouble. I was going to tied up in front of all of these girls. As he tied my wrists behind me, Sally said, "I told some of my friends that I knew this rich sissy that liked to dress up like a girl and give blow jobs. But no one believed me, so I invited them over so they could see for themselves!"

"Is that really a boy?" one of the other girls asked.

"Yeah, that's a pretty dress," another girl said. "And that's a cute hair bow too!"

"Well, he isn't much of a boy," Sally said. "But he likes to dress up, and he knows how to gives blow jobs."

"Is he really going to give Eric a blow job?" the first girl asked.

Then Eric shoved me down on my knees and started unzipping his pants. "Does this answer your question?" he asked.

I saw all the girls gather around to watch, and now I had to suck his dick with everyone watching me. The girls started squealing with delight, and I felt my face flushing. I tried to lean away from him, but he just grabbed my hair, and shoved his dick into my mouth. Even as he slammed his dick into me over and over, I heard the girls gasping all around me. Finally he started spurting, and then he pulled out, spraying it across my face into one of my eyes. As I blinked, he rubbed the palm of his hand across my cheek, and smeared the cum all over my face! As if that wasn't bad enough, he wiped his hand on my hair.

"Since you weren't wearing any makeup, I thought you needed a facial!" Eric said, and turned to the girls. "Doesn't he look pretty now?"

The girls started laughing and pointing at me, and Sally said, "So how do you feel now, sticky-face? Did you enjoy sucking my brother's cock?"

I couldn't believe what he had just done, and I knelt there in shock, surrounded by all these girls.

"Got nothing to say, sissy? Then I might as well gag you," Sally said, and she pressed a red ballgag into my mouth.

"What's that?" another girl asked, as she tied it around the back of my neck.

"This is a ballgag, and it keeps him quiet. It also gives him something to bite down on when he's getting a beating!"

"Oh, do you give him beatings, too?" a girl asked excitedly.

"We can," Sally said. "His sister likes to beat him, too!"

"His sister beats him??" the girl asked.

"Oh yeah," Sally said. "He's such a sissy that even his sister can beat him up!"

"Can we see what he looks like under that dress?" another girl asked.

"I don't see why not!' Sally said. Then she shoved me down on my back.

"Let's pull up his dress and spread his legs!" a girl called out.

"Yeah, let's see what his junk looks like!" another girl said. "I'll bet he's real small!"

I tried to struggle and screamed into the gag, but the girls pulled up my dress, and one of them said, "Look, he's got red panties on! Isn't that cute!"

I didn't have them on for long. They pulled my panties off, and spread my legs. I was lying flat on my back, looking up at all of these girls gathered around me. Then one of the girls grabbed my penis, pulled on it and said, "Look at how small he is, do you think this thing can get bigger?"

I tried to scream, "Stop!" over and over, but it didn't do any good.

Then a wave of agony washed over me as she grabbed my balls and started squeezing them! I kicked out at her with my legs and screamed as loud as I could. But Lynn and Zach were the only ones home, and even if they heard my screams, neither of them was inclined to help.

"I think that's really hurting him," another girl said.

At last she let go of me, and I just lay there, groaning. "I guess he really is a boy, but he's so small and puny," she said.

"Yeah," Eric said. "It's hard to believe that wimp beat out ninety-million other sperm!"

Then all of them laughed at me until Eric dragged me up to my feet.

"I think I've made my point," Sally said. "You want to send the fag home?"

"Yeah, run along home, sissy boy," Eric said. "Show your sister how cute you look with my sperm all over your face!"

They pulled my panties back up, and I stumbled past the girls as I rushed to get out of there. I didn't care what I looked like, I just wanted to get away from them. I couldn't run with my hands tied behind me, but I walked as fast as I could. When I got back to my house, the door was locked, and I had to turn around to press the doorbell.

Lynn opened the door, and just stood in the doorway, taking a good look at me. "Did you forget how to swallow?" she asked.

"Please let me in!" I begged.

"What? I can't understand a word you're saying. But you look so cute, so let me take some pictures of you."

So I had to stand there in my red dress with a ball gag stuck in my mouth and cum smeared all over my face and hair, while she took pictures with her phone.

"Turn around," she said. I did so, and she untied the gag from my mouth and asked, "What happened?"

"I went to see Eric like you told me to, but Sally invited some of her friends over to watch, and Eric sprayed his cum on me and then smeared it all over my face, and can you please untie me and let me in so I can wash this stuff off?"

She called out, "Zach, you gotta see this! Look what happened to the sissy!"

Zach walked up to us, took one look at me, and burst into laughter. Finally he asked, "Did you ask Eric to do that?"

"No," I muttered. "He said I wasn't wearing any makeup so I needed a facial."

That made both of them laugh, and I hoped it didn't give them any ideas, but Lynn finally untied me, and told me to go wash myself off and go to bed.

Chapter 13
Daddy's Home!

I spent the rest of January going over to see Eric after school, five days a week, to give him a blow job. Sally was usually there to taunt and make fun of me, but there was nothing I could do about it. Then I had to go home, dress up like a girl and put my hair up. Then January became February, and all I could think of was that my Dad would finally be home this month to put a stop to all this nonsense.

At last the day came when my Dad was coming home. My step mom had me dress up for the occasion. "I want you to look nice when your father comes home," she told me. So she had me wear this princess dress with a white top covered with ruffles and trimmed with lace everywhere, and a pink skirt that flared from my waist. My hair was long enough to make pigtails now, so it was done up in white ribbons.

Lynn was wearing a simple white dress, and said, "You look really pretty tonight!"

"Just wait till my Dad gets home!" I said. "He's going to be pissed when he sees what's been going on here!"

"You might be right," she said, and went over to talk with her mother.

It was just after dinner that I heard the car drive up. My Dad was home! He walked in, dressed in his military uniform, and hugged my stepmom.

I rushed toward him, and said, "Dad! Look what they did to me! Look what they made me wear — "

Suddenly his face hardened, and he shouted, "Get that faggot out of my house!"

I stopped dead in my tracks, my mouth open in shock. "But Dad — " I started.

He pointed at me, his face turning red, and shouted, "I want him out of here! Get him out of here before I kill him!"

My stepmom got between us, and said, "Lynn, take him out back. Tell Mrs. Sanders to take him away!"

I couldn't believer this was happening to me. Eric and Sally's mother was going to take me away? Lynn took me by the arm, and dragged me away, and out the door into the backyard.

"What's going on?" I asked. "Why is he so mad at me?"

"Beats me," she said. "Maybe he doesn't like having a sissy for a son."

When we reached the servants quarters, Mrs. Sanders was waiting for us.

"My Mom said to get him out of here!" Lynn said.

"Mike, get in the car," Mrs. Sanders said.

I didn't like being outside dressed up like this, but I got in. She climbed into the driver's seat, and started the engine.

"Where are we going?" I asked, as we drove off.

"Somewhere that your father can't do you any serious harm," she said.

"I don't understand this at all!" I said. "I didn't do anything!"

"You can explain that to him once he calms down," she said as we drove out through the streets.

Chapter 14
Mike's New Home

We hadn't gone very far before we drove through an open gate up to a large mansion. She parked out in front, took me by the hand, and led me inside. I had no idea who lived here, and I was all dressed up like this! We went inside, and a woman in a gray maid's uniform pointed down a long corridor. We went down the corridor, where I heard a voice call out to me, "Nice of you to stop by, Mike!"

I recognized the voice, and turned to see Zach, my stepsister's boyfriend. At least he wouldn't be surprised to see me dressed up like this, but I was still surprised to see him.

"Zach, do you live here?" I asked.

"Yeah, this is my home," he said, and then to Mrs. Sanders, "Thanks, you can go now, I'll take it from here."

She left, and Zach led me outside to a small house. "What is this place?" I asked.

"This is our servants quarters," he said. "And it's YOUR home now. Turn around and put your hands behind your back so I can tie you up!"

I gasped, and didn't know what to do. But I let him turn me around, and as I felt ropes being tied around my wrists, I said, "I don't understand! I'm not a servant!"

"No, you're not. You're just a slave here. But you're going to live with the servants," he said, and led me toward the small house.

"A slave!" I practically shouted. "I'm not a slave!"

"You are now," he said. "And you belong to the servants, so you better do what they tell you! While you're here, you will address all of the men and boys as, 'sir' including me, women as "ma'am,' and girls as "miss.'"

He opened the door and shoved me inside. He led me into a room, and I stopped short. There was a young blonde girl in a pink dress tied to the wall with her hands up over her head. She had a red ball gag in her mouth, and she tried to shout something at Zach.

"Uh, sir… what's going on here?" I asked.

"Don't mind Kelly, let's just get you down on your knees so you can give me a blow job."

"In front of her?" I asked. "Who is she? She looks like she's even younger than we are!"

"Don't worry about it," he said, as he shoved me down on my knees. He unzipped his pants, and took his dick out.

That really got Kelly upset, and she started shaking her head and yelling at him. I looked from her to him, "Is she OK?" I asked.

"Just suck my dick, will you?" he said, and shoved it in my mouth. As he started ramming himself into my mouth, he yelled at her, "Shut up, Kelly! I know you wanted to do it yourself, but it's more fun to make this pansy do it!"

Nothing made any sense here. I was tied up on the floor with a dick being shoved in my mouth, and there was a young girl tied to the wall who was angry because she wanted to give him a blow job! As I tried to understand what was going on, Zach got my attention by spurting in my mouth, and making me swallow all of it. Kelly quieted down, and I knelt there with Zach's salty taste in my mouth.

Zach zipped himself up, walked over to Kelly, and took the gag out of her mouth.

"Zach, that's not fair! You always let me do that!" she protested.

"I"ll make it up to you, Kelly," he said, dragging me to my feet, and walking me over to her. "I brought you a consolation prize."

"Who is she? Is she going to live here?" she asked.

"Yeah, he's your new slave, and right now his name is Mike," he said.

Her mouth opened in surprise. "Is he really a boy?"

"Yeah, and since he belongs to you now, you get to choose his new name."

"And he's really mine?" she asked, her face a picture of delight.

"As long as you take care of him," he said, shoving me down on my knees in front of her. "Now let's see what he can do for you!"

I couldn't believe this was happening. I was supposed to be a slave, and not even Zach's slave, but a slave of his servant. I belonged to a girl who was even younger than me, and was tied up in front of me. Then he pulled down her panties, shoved my head forward, and lifted her dress.

My chin nearly hit the floor. I was staring at a tiny penis. Kelly was a boy.

"What's the matter?" Zach asked, and then, "Oh, I didn't tell you Kelly's a boy, did I?"

I turned to look up at him. "No, I don't think so. I would have remembered that."

"Sorry about that," he said. "I just figured the two of you would get along because both of you are sissies who like to dress up."

"An easy mistake to make — " I started.

"Just suck his dick," Zach said. "He's disappointed because he didn't get to suck mine, so I want you to make it up to him."

Then he pushed me forward, slid Kelly's dick into my mouth, and started shoving me back and forth. This dick was much smaller than Zach's but it started to grow, and it took a while, but Kelly finally came in my mouth. He didn't taste any better than Zach.

As I knelt there, Zach untied Kelly, and said, "I'll let you two get acquainted."

As Zach left, Kelly called out to him, "Zach, thanks for the blow job!"

It crossed my mind that Zach wasn't the one he should be thanking, but I didn't want to say anything that would get me off to a bad start with my new master, if that's what he really was.

"You're really cute," Kelly said.

"Thanks," I muttered.

Then he knelt in front of me and said, "No, I really mean it. You look so pretty in that outfit, I really thought you were a girl."

"I… I don't usually get all dressed up like this," I said. I didn't want to start explaining that this had been my stepmother's idea, to make me look as sissified as possible when my father came home, and now he wanted to kill me.

"I wish I could dress like that all the time. You're so lucky that you can grow your hair long like that," he said, and pulled his long blonde wig off. He shook out his dark brown hair into a page boy haircut with straight bangs. "I still have to dress and look like a boy when I go to school."

"School?" I said. "I don't know what I'm supposed to do about that — "

Before I could complete my thought, he leaned forward and kissed me full on the lips!

I pulled back in surprise. "Uh… Kelly?"

"You're supposed to call me 'sir,' didn't Zach tell you that?" he asked.

"Um… yeah… sorry… I forgot," I said. "Sir, what are you doing?"

"Don't tell my you're shy!" he said. "You just sucked my dick, so you can't be embarrassed about kissing me!"

"Uh, when you put it that way — " I started.

"Shut up and kiss me back!" he said, and planted another one on me. At least this time I opened my mouth and his tongue darted into my mouth. "Haven't you ever been kissed before?"

"Actually, no," I admitted. And I never thought my first kiss would be with a boy.

"That's so sad," he said. "I guess we'll have to make up for lost time then."

He stretched me out flat on my back, climbed on top of me, and we spent quite a while on the floor sucking face with each other. Finally he climbed off me, and knelt next to me.

"I know what to call you now," he said. "From now on, your name is Sissy!"

"Sure, whatever," I said, thinking I've been called worse. Still, Kelly was a boy who really was a sissy. He was gay, and liked to dress up as a girl, but now I was the one named Sissy.

"You'll get used to it," he said. "And we'll have lots of fun together!"

"Yeah, I'm looking forward to it," I lied. "Do I ever get untied?"

"Yes, my Mom will get you set up for the night. Tonight you'll have to sleep on a cot in the closet while we get everything set up for you."

Then he got up, and brought his mom in to meet me. Her gray maid's uniform told me she was a housekeeper. She helped me up and led me down a hallway to a walk-in closet. Then she opened another door, and said, "This is the bathroom. Don't lock the door, do you what you need to do, and then I'm going to lock you in the closet for the night."

Then she untied me, and I went to the bathroom to pee, and then drank some water from the tap. I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like a princess in my dress, but I had been told I was a slave in this house.

A minute later, I was done and she said, "Your stepmother called, and she's going to send your clothes over tomorrow, but until then you'll just have to wear that dress."

"Yes, Ma'am," I said, and walked into the closet.

She shut the door behind me, and I heard it lock. There was a blanket and a sheet on the cot, so I stripped down to my panties, turned the light off, and climbed into bed. So now my name was Sissy, I was a slave to a kid who was even younger than me, and I was sleeping in a closet. My stepmom was sending my clothes over, so it looked like this was my home from now on. Oh, and since I lived here now, that meant I would get to suck Zach's dick every day.

Chapter 15
Lynn's Visit

The following morning, Kelly's mom woke me up. "Sissy, take your shower, get cleaned up and dressed."

"Yes, Ma'am," I said. At least I had the freedom to go to the bathroom. I showered and dressed, and then she returned, carrying a tray with my breakfast on it.

"Now look," she said. "We aren't going to work you like a dog, but you will have to do some light housework around here. If you don't do as you're told, or you give us any trouble, or you try to run away, you will be punished! Is that clear?"

"Yes, Ma'am," I said.

"Good. I'll be back in fifteen minutes to put you to work," she said, and left me to eat breakfast.

She was back in fifteen minutes, and then showed me how to clean the bathroom sink, toilet, and shower. That was my job for the morning.

Around mid-day, she brought me a tray with lunch, and gave me another fifteen minutes to finish it. When she returned, she showed me how to do a load of laundry, how to run a vacuum cleaner, and how to dust the shelves. I was now the maid of the maids. But it wasn't hard work, and when I finished, she let me go back to the closet, where I just lay there on the cot, and wonder how long my life would go on like this.

Finally, I heard that Zach and Kelly were home from school. Both of them showed up at my door. "Who goes first?" Kelly asked.

"He's your slave, so you can go first," Zach told Kelly.

For a moment I wondered first to do what, until Kelly said, "Oh good, I get the first blow job!"

I should have known. I got down on my knees, and had to swallow Kelly's cum. Then he disappeared, and Zach stood over me. "So how do you like being a maid?" he asked.

I shrugged and said, "I just do as I'm told."

"Good plan," he said, and slid his dick into my mouth. After he was done with me, and I had another mouthful of cum, he said, "Go over to Kelly's room, I'm sure he'll want to see you."

Of course he did. I went over to his room, and he greeted me. "Hi, Sissy!"

He had already changed into a girl's outfit, a blouse and skirt. Some clothing was piled up on his bed, and he was hanging clothes in a closet.

"Your mom sent your clothes over, and I was just putting them away. I've picked out something for you to wear, so you can take that dress off."

By now I had accepted my new role as a slave, so I just took my clothes off, and he held up a shiny pink dress with puffy shoulders. I put it on and zipped it up.

"That's your new uniform, isn't it great?" he asked.

"Yes, it's very pretty," I said, looking down at myself.

"I think it really needs a petticoat, though," he said, and held up this white fluffy thing.

"Uh, what do I do with that?" I asked.

"I'll help you," he said, and pulled that thing up under my skirt. Then he turned me toward the mirror on the closet and said, "See how bouncy it looks now with that A-line shape and all the extra volume? Isn't that much better?"

The petticoats made the skirt stick out in all directions. It certainly had more volume. "Yes, it's even prettier now."

"Oh, but we aren't done," he said. ""Every maid's dress needs an apron, right?"

"Of course," I said, as he wrapped a white apron around me. The apron was in the shape of a heart, and I watched in the mirror as he tied a great big bow behind my back.

"You know, with your skirt above your knees, I think you need some tights. Pink ones that will go with your dress," he said. Then he rummaged through a drawer, and handed me a pair of tights.

So I had to put those on. They were stretchy, and I pulled them all the way up. I know they made me look even more like a sissy maid, but I had to admit they felt kind of good, wrapped around me, almost like a second skin.

"That's better, but you still need a cap," he said. Then he used a hairpin to secure a frilly white cap to my hair.

I looked ridiculous. I mean I looked like a cartoon character. "Does this cap really serve any purpose for a maid?" I asked.

He looked exasperated. "Sissy, you don't really need this to be a maid, I just want you to look nice! But that cap does look kind of plain," he said.

"It looks fine to me," I lied.

"I know! It needs ribbons!" he said. Then he attached a long white ribbon to each side of my cap. "Don't you think that looks even prettier?"

I looked in the mirror, and now I had a white ribbon on each side of my face, hanging down to my shoulders. "Most definitely," I lied again.

"But we still have to do something with your hair," he said. "Let's go see my mom. She used to be a hairdresser, and she gives all of us haircuts."

He led me over to his Mom's room. "Don't you look pretty?" his mom said.

"Thank you, Ma'am," I said.

"Mom, that hairstyle of his has got to go!" Kelly said. "Can you just trim his hair, something pretty with bangs like me?"

"Of course, sit in this chair," she said. "Kelly, run along, and I'll take care of him."

He left, and I told her, "I had bangs when I was a little boy."

"Oh, don't worry, Sissy," she said. "When I'm done with you, you won't look like a boy!"

That wasn't very reassuring, but she went on working on me, her scissors snipping away as she combed and brushed my hair. When she was done, she handed me a mirror. Except for my new bangs, I don't think she cut much of anything. My hair framed my face with a more feminine shape, but otherwise it seemed to be just as long as before.

"So what do you think?" she asked.

"Thank you," I said mechanically. "It's very pretty."

"You'll get used to it," she said. Then she called Kelly in to have a look at me.

"Oh, you look even cuter now!" he gushed.

"Uh, thanks," I said.

Then he took me by the hand and dragged me back to his room. He sat me down and took out a small bottle of nail polish. "These gel polishes are really shiny, and they look great!" he said. "You'll see!"

One by one, I watched my nails turn bright red as he painted them. Then he was done, and I held out my hands in front of me.

"It'll take a while for them to dry," he said. "You might as well go back to your cot until dinner."

"I know, I had to do this… uh, I mean I did this once before," I said, remembering my humiliation of having to walk around the mall holding out my freshly-done nails.

Kelly said he had a lot of homework to do, so I didn't see him again until it was bedtime. He called me into his room. When I got there, he was wearing a champagne-colored nightgown. "Time for bed," he said, holding up a white nightgown. "Here, put this on."

"OK," I said. I took off my clothes, put on the nightgown, and turned to leave.

"Sissy, where are you going?" he asked, sitting on the full-size bed.

"Back to my cot in the closet," I said.

"No, you sleep here with me," he said, patting the bed next to him. "This bed is big enough for both of us."

"Huh?" I said dully. This was not registering with me.

"All of your clothes are in that drawer and this closet now," he said. "We can't very well have you sleeping in a closet, can we? You're staying with me."

"Oh, I see," I said. Not only was I a slave, but I had to sleep with my master. "I, uh, I don't want to impose… I mean the cot in the closet will be fine — "

"Don't be silly!" he said. "Come over here and sit next to me; we're going to have lots of fun together!"

One of us was going to have fun anyway, but it wasn't going to be me. I sat next to him. "Is your mom OK with this?" I asked.

"Of course! That's why we brought you here!" he said. "Now lie down with your hands behind your back."

Now what? I wondered. Then I felt leather cuffs being wrapped around my wrists, and being locked together. Then another pair wrapped around my ankles. Now I was completely helpless.

"There, those are nice and snug, but not too tight so you can sleep in them in all night!"

"I'm going to be tied up all night??" I asked, my alarm rising.

"Sure, won't that be exciting?" he said. Then he pulled the sheet and blanket out from under me, draped it over me, and climbed into bed next to me.

"Oh, exciting wasn't the first word that came to mind," I said wistfully.

Then he turned the light off. "Relax, Sissy. You really need to learn how to kiss!" he said. "So let's get started on that!"

Then he grabbed me and pulled me close. We were all alone in the dark; I was a slave, tied up in bed with my master. I thought for sure he could hear my heart beating out of my chest, but lucky for me, all he wanted to do was hug and kiss. And also tell me how much fun it would be for me to be his slave. I just pretended I was kissing a girl, and after a while, he finally said good night. I heaved a quiet sigh of relief, and being stressed out to the point of exhaustion, fell asleep.

After that, my life settled down into a routine. Every day, I wore my pink maid's uniform with the heart-shaped apron, the cap with ribbons, and tights. I had to do some housework every day, but it wasn't that bad. Of course, when Zach and Kelly came home from school, I had to give both of them blow jobs. Then they left me alone, at least until the evenings, when Kelly had finished his homework. By then he had changed into his girl clothes, and wanted to play with me some more.

That's when things would get kind of weird, He was the master and I was the slave, but Kelly was the one who liked being tied up. I mean he REALLY liked being tied up. He wanted to be the helpless damsel in distress, so then we needed Zach to tie him up. Then after Kelly got tied up, his dick would be sticking up through his panties, and guess who had to give him a blow job?

After a few days, Kelly explained to me that he had always been the slave, but now that I was here, we could both be slaves. He also made it clear to me that he wanted to be the one to suck Zach's dick. I told him that was fine with me, but I wasn't the one who made those decisions, so he might want to talk to Zach about that.

After a week there, Kelly presented me with a gift. A pink collar he had made for me, engraved with my name. "SISSY" in great big letters. He was so happy to snap the tiny padlock shut and lock it around my neck. It was a Saturday, when I was surprised to see my former stepsister Lynn stop by to see Zach. Then she saw me, dressed in my cute maid's outfit and new collar, with ribbons in my hair.

"Oh, don't you look adorable?" she said. "Turn around for me, so I can see the entire outfit!"

I slowly turned around, and then back to face her.

She couldn't keep from giggling. "I just love those tights! That heart-shaped apron is so cute! And with that big bow in the back too! Do you like your new hairdo?" she asked.

"Yes, Miss," I mumbled.

She fingered one of the ribbons attached to my cap. "You look nice with bangs," she said. "And these ribbons are cute, too! Oh, and look, you've got a pretty collar!"

I waited as she turned the collar around to read it, and then she burst out laughing. I could feel myself turning red, but I didn't dare say anything.

"So is this your name now?" she asked. "Is that what they call you here? Sissy?"

"Yes, Miss," I muttered.

"Well, look at you!" she said. "I mean, the name fits, doesn't it?"

"Yes, Miss," I repeated.

"Zach tells me you're sleeping with your boyfriend now. How do you like that?"

"He's not my boyfriend," I said.

"Oh, so you're just his sissy slave, and he's your master?" she asked.

I just kept silent and fumed. I wished she would go off and just find Zach. Or just go away.

She clutched my chin in her hand, looked me directly in the eye, and said, "I asked you a question."

Now I'm in trouble, I thought. "Yes, Miss. He's my master and I'm the slave."

"Well, at least that's a start, Sissy. But maybe if you're a good little sissy, and do whatever your master wants, he might decide he likes you," she said. "Then you might get to be more than a slave. Maybe someday if you do as you're told, you might get to be his boyfriend."

"I don't know, Miss," I said, wishing I were anywhere else. "Maybe."

"Look on the bright side, Sissy," she said. "Now that you're living here, besides sleeping with your master, Zach is here too. So it's not like you're only giving him blow jobs on Friday nights any more. You can suck his cock every day, whenever you want, right?"

"Yes, Miss," I said, starting to lose patience with her. "Is there something you want from me?"

"And what could I possibly want from you?" she said, looking down her nose at me. "You have nothing! You ARE nothing! You're just a slave here, aren't you?"

I just sighed and said, "Yes, Miss."

"Aw, you look so sad now," she said. "Maybe your master isn't paying enough attention to you. I know you're a cocksucker, but maybe he should be fucking you instead! Would that make you happier, Sissy? Should I suggest that to Zach?"

"No, Miss, please don't — " I started.

"Get down on your knees and beg, Sissy!" she ordered me.

I quickly dropped to my knees and begged her, "Please don't do that, Miss!"

"All right then, I'm glad you understand your place. I'll tell Zach how much you enjoy sucking cocks. Run along now!" she said, waving me away.

I got up and hurried away from her as fast as I could.

Chapter 16
Shiho Nage (Sheer Agony)

After that encounter with Lynn, I wondered if she would contrive to make my life even worse, but Kelly and Zach didn't treat me any differently. Things stayed just as bad as they were before. Life went on with me being a maid during the day, and then serving Kelly and Zach, playing whatever games they wanted to play with me.

This went on for about a month until one evening, Zach called me into the main house. Lynn's mom was there. She sat in a chair, and Zach had me parade up and down in front, showing off my maid's outfit with all of its lace and ruffles and ribbons.

Finally she said, "Zach, I'd like a word alone with the sissy." As soon as he left the room, she added, "Your father has been redeployed again, but I did speak to him about your situation."

"Does he still want to kill me?" I asked.

"No, but you'll understand that he really doesn't want a sissy for a son," she said. "He said if you want to dress up as a girl, we can raise you as a girl."

"What?" I asked.

"I could barely get him even to agree to that," she said. "But if you want to come home, you'll have to live as a girl, and go to school as a girl."

For a moment I wondered if both of them had lost their minds. "I am not… I am NOT going to live as a girl, and I am sure as Hell not going to go to school as a girl!"

"Suit yourself. That was the best I could get from your father, but if you'd rather stay here, then enjoy your life as a maid!"

She got up and walked out, and I was glad to see her go. It's bad enough to be dressed like this around the house, but she must be crazy if she thought I would go to school dressed up as a girl.

So I went on living my life as a maid and a slave for a few more weeks. Kelly liked being kidnapped and tied up, so of course Zach had to do that to me too. That way, Kelly and I could be tied together, face to face, and end up rolling around on the floor, trying to get loose. After a few weeks, I was getting sore and bruised from being tied up all evening in these bondage games.

"Looks like we need to toughen you up," Zach said.

That sounded ominous, but I hoped he was just making a joke. The next day, their handyman started driving stakes into the ground behind the house. Eventually, they stretched what looked like a large square canvas on the ground between the stakes. The next day they tied the stakes together with ropes. It looked like they were building a boxing ring.

"Are we going to see boxing matches here?" I asked Zach.

"I think the plan is to start with wrestling," he said. "Like I told you, you need to toughen up!"

"Me??" I asked in horror. "I… I don't know anything about wrestling!"

"Yeah, that's the whole point," he said. "I'm going to teach you."

Before I could say anything else, Kelly's mom called me to get back to work. I spent the rest of the day worrying about what would happen if I had to wrestle with Zach. Not only was he bigger and stronger than me, I didn't even know the first thing about wrestling.

They finished building the ring on Saturday morning, and Kelly gave me a red leotard that zipped up and covered my entire body. "Zach's going to teach you how to wrestle today, and then you can try boxing tomorrow," he said.

"I don't think this is such a good idea," I said.

We walked over to the ring, and Zach was already there, dressed in a t-shirt and shorts. I climbed through the ropes, we faced each other in the middle of the ring, and he said, "The most important thing is to keep your balance, and not get thrown."

"How do I do that — " I started to ask, as he grabbed one of arm, pulled me off balance, kicked my legs out from under me, and I landed flat on my back.

As I lay there looking up at the blue sky, he said, "Let's try that again. Bend at your knees, not at your waist, so you'll stay in balance better."

That was easy for him to say. He wasn't getting grabbed, jerked and thrown around by someone bigger and stronger, who knew what he was doing. After about fifteen minutes of this, he grabbed my arm, slipped around behind me, and gave it a twist.

"This throw is called Shiho Nage. You need to roll out of it," he said. Then he gave my arm a savage twist. It felt like my shoulder was on fire, and I screamed in pain. He let go of me, and I crumpled to the canvas, my eyes full of tears. I couldn't even lift my arm, but then he pulled me up to my feet, grabbed my other arm, and twisted his way behind me again. "I told you to roll out of it! Now let's try that again!"

And he did the same thing to my other arm! I screamed in agony again, and burst into tears. Both of my arms hung useless at my sides, and I crumpled to the floor. "What the Hell is wrong with you??" I screamed at him.

"What part of 'roll out of it' did you not understand?" he asked.

I just lay there on the canvas, my vision all blurred with tears, and I screamed at him, "What part of 'GO FUCK YOURSELF!' do you not understand??"

"It looks like today's lesson is over, but with that attitude of yours, you've got another lesson coming," he said. "Kelly, get him out of here!"

Kelly helped me up, walked me back to the closet, and told me to stay there for the night. I couldn't even unzip my leotard; eventually I just fell asleep there on the cot.

The next morning, I could barely lift my right arm. My left arm was even more sore. After my shower, Kelly helped me put on a T-shirt and a skirt. It was all I could do to eat a bowl of cereal for breakfast, and it still hurt to lift my arm even that far.

I couldn't possibly do any housework in this shape, and Kelly told me to go back to rest on the cot, which I did. But later that morning, he told me to come with him, and walked me outside to that ring where Zach had tried to maim me.

"There you are," Zach said. "Time for your next lesson."

"What lesson is that?" I asked. "I can't wrestle again, not after what you did to my arms."

He reached into a box on the ground, and pulled out a red boxing glove. "No more wrestling, today is boxing!" he said, and shoved the glove onto one of my hands, and snapped the Velcro attachment on.

"Boxing??" I said, looking at him like he was crazy. "I can't do any boxing! I can't lift my arms!"

"That will make things more challenging for you," he said, putting another boxing glove on my other hand. "Kelly, put his mouthpiece in."

"Open your mouth," Kelly said, holding up a plastic mouthpiece. "This way none of your teeth will get knocked out."

I let him put the mouthpiece in, and protested, "I can't do this!"

The two of them half-dragged, half-walked me through the ropes and into the ring. Then Kelly helped Zach put his gloves on.

"What are you trying to prove?" I shouted at Zach.

A punch jolted my face. My head snapped my head back and my hair went flying. "Shut up and defend yourself, Sissy!" he said.

I tried to back away from him, but there was nowhere to run. I was so scared, I didn't know what to do. I couldn't even lift my arms to defend myself. Then another punch slammed into my face, and another. I almost fell down, and backed into a corner. "Stop!" I shouted.

But he just pinned me in the corner with one glove on my chest, and started hitting me over and over with his other hand. "Sissy, you need to learn some manners!" he said. "And you aren't very good at boxing, are you?"

He kept pounding the side of my face, my eyes fill with tears, and my knees started to buckle. His glove under my chin was the only thing holding me up on the ropes as he kept hitting me again and again. All my strength was gone, and as my mouthpiece went flying out, he let go of me, and I crumpled, face down on the campus.

As I lay there groaning and unable to move, Zach said, "Kelly, wipe his mouthpiece off, and put it back in his mouth."

Then Kelly helped me up to my knees, and put the mouthpiece back in my mouth.

"Get him up!" Zach said. "The lesson isn't over yet!"

"Zach, I think he's had enough," Kelly said.

"I'll decide when he's had enough," Zach said. "Now get him up! Hold him up if you have to!"

Then I felt Kelly's hands in my armpits from behind, as he pulled me up to my feet to face Zach again.

"Nooo," I moaned.

Zach threw another punch, and fresh tears spilled down my face. Blinded by tears, I couldn't even see the punches coming now. I just shut my eyes and waited for the next blow to land, the next jolt of pain. My knees had turned to rubber, but Kelly held me up as Zach hit me over and over. Each punch made my head snap back, and then finally a uppercut landed on the bottom of my jaw, and everything went black.

Chapter 17
Another Proposal

I woke up lying on the cot in the closet. The boxing gloves and mouthpiece were gone, but I still couldn't lift my arms, my face was red and swollen, and now I had the world's worst headache. After a while, Kelly stopped in to see me.

"You really pissed Zach off by cursing at him," he said.

"He sprained or strained both of my shoulders," I said. "That hurt like Hell!"

"Remember, you're a slave," Kelly said. "You do what he tells you, and you don't talk to him like that."

"OK, I get it. Would you please tell him I'm sorry I cursed at him, and I won't do it again?"

"You can tell him yourself," he said. "The next time you give him a blow job."

"Of course," I said. Why didn't I think of that?

I didn't actually see Zach again until the following day. Monday morning, Zach and Kelly went to school, I just rested on my cot all day, and that afternoon they came home. My arms were still sore, but when Zach opened the door to the closet, I scrambled to get down on my knees.

"Sir, I'm sorry about the way I yelled at you! My arms hurt so much that I lost my temper!" I said. "Please forgive me, it won't happen again!"

"It better not, Sissy!" he said. "But you don't need your hands to suck my dick, do you?"

"No sir, I'll be happy to!" I said, leaning forward in anticipation.

But then he shoved a ball gag up against my mouth, and forced it in. As I looked up at him in surprise, he buckled it around the back of my neck, and called out, "Come on in!"

As Kelly walked in, Zach pulled me up to my feet, bent me over, and shoved me face down on the cot with my butt up in the air. Then I felt my panties being pulled down and off.

"Zach says this is OK now," Kelly said.

Then I felt his fingers trying to smear something into my butt and I tried to jump up! But Zach held me face down on the cot, and his finger pressing into my ass made me scream into the gag.

"Try to relax and this won't hurt," Kelly said.

"Yeah, you'll have plenty to scream about soon enough!" Zach said, chuckling.

I tried to struggle, but with Zach's arms holding me down, I could barely move, and now I was going to be raped. I was going to be fucked, and by a kid even younger than me!

Then he was pressing inside me, and I groaned into the gag. My butt hurt, and he was sliding in and out. Tears started leaking down my face; Kelly's dick never seemed so big when it was in my mouth, but this really hurt! After what seemed like forever, he spurted and pulled out of me.

I just lay there face down on the bed, sniffling and trying not to cry. Then Zach turned my head to make me look up at him.

"You were expecting a blow job, huh?" he asked.

I gave a small nod of my head.

"Well then I'd hate to disappoint you," he said. "I mean, I know how much you sissies love to suck cock, so now you can give me a blow job."

Watching me being fucked must have really turned him on because his dick was already straining at his pants. As I watched him unzip his pants, Kelly got the ball gag out of my mouth. Then Zach dragged me off the bed and down onto the floor on my knees. I just knelt there with my arms hanging at my sides as he grabbed my head and rocked me back and forth, his dick growing even larger. Finally he filled my mouth with the familiar salty taste of his cum and made me swallow all of it.

"Kelly, give us a minute," he said, and after Kelly left, he turned back to me. "This is the way it's going to be from now on, Sissy. Every day when we come home from school, you're going to suck my dick, and Kelly is going to fuck you! Understand?"

"Yes sir," I said.

"Good. Since you're already so good at sucking cocks, I'm sure you'll learn to love having your ass fucked, too!" he said.

Then he left me alone there, on my knees. Besides my shoulders still aching, now my ass hurt, I had that awful taste in my mouth, and I was supposed to learn to enjoy it, because this was what I had to look forward to every day from now on.

So my life had changed. I wasn't living with Kelly any more; I was an outcast. I spent the rest of the week sleeping on the cot and living in the closet. But every day when Zach and Kelly came home from school, both of them used me for their pleasure. Then Zach had the bright idea that both of them should use me at the same time. So I had one dick in my mouth and another one up my ass, and God help me if I ever bit Zach's dick. He wanted to see if both of them could orgasm at the same time. So Kelly climbed on top of me, and I got slammed back and forth like a piece of meat while they tried to get the timing right. At least by Thursday, my shoulders felt better, and my arms were mostly back to normal. Zach noticed, and said, "Good, we can have another wrestling lesson on Saturday!"

"Wrestling again?" I asked, "But sir — "

"That's the way it's going to be every weekend from now on, Sissy," he said. "Wrestling on Saturday and boxing on Sunday, so get used to it!"

I gasped and barely managed to say, "Yes, sir."

Thursday night I had trouble sleeping. Zach was going to beat me to death every weekend, and just because I had cursed at him after he injured me?? All day Friday I dreaded the coming weekend even more than the after school rape session. Then my stepmother showed up Friday night, and asked to speak with me. So I had to meet her, dressed in my frilly maid's uniform with the heart-shaped apron, and the ribbons in my hair.

"Sissy, I've spoken to your father, and he agreed that if you don't want to go to school as a girl, you can come back and live with us as a maid. But you'll have to live in the servants quarters as THEIR maid."

This was a lot to take, and I stared at her open-mouthed. "I'm not sure I understand this," I said.

"If you don't want to go to school, then you have to work. Your father doesn't want you in our house. So if you want to come home, you can be a maid for the servants and live with them."

"I have to be a maid for Eric and Sally?" I asked. The kids whose mother was our maid, and now I had to be their maid.

"Yes well, things have changed. Your father spent some time with Eric, and we've decided to adopt him, and we will be raising him as our son."

"You adopted Eric?" I asked, my chin almost hitting the floor.

"Yes, and we legally changed his name to Mike," she said. "So he has effectively replaced you as our son."

"He replaced me??" I asked.

"Yes, so as you can see, there is no room for you to be our son any longer. But if you want to live with us, you can live with the servants as their maid," she said. "Of course if you'd prefer to go on living here, I would certainly understand that, and I really don't think your father would miss having you around."

"I don't believe this." I muttered. Staying here would mean getting raped every day, and then having my brains beaten in every weekend, but if I go home I would be a servant for the maid and her kids.

"I can see that it would be awkward for you to come home, now that Eric has taken your place," she said. "So I'll tell Zach's parents that you're not interested, and that you'd like to stay here as their maid."

I had to choose the lesser of two evils. As she got up to leave, I said, "No! I'd rather come home!"

"Are you sure?" she asked. "You don't mind working for the servants as their maid?"

I sighed, and said, "Yes, I think so."

"You THINK so? This is an important decision, and I want to be sure you can get along with my new son. He's out with Zach now, I'll ask him to come talk to you."

"OK," I mumbled. Eric was here. The kid who was taking my place.

She left, and a few minutes later, Eric stood in the doorway of my closet. "Nice place you got here, Sissy!" he said. "My mom says you want to come live with our servants and be a maid!"

"Right," I muttered.

"First let's get a few things settled to make sure we can get along. What's my name now?" he asked with a smirk on his face.

I hated to say it, but I did. "Your name is Mike."

"Yeah, but you're going to call me 'Sir,' right?"

"Yes, sir," I said.

"And what's your name?" he asked.

"My name is Sissy," I said, resigned to my fate.

"Nice name. It fits you, doesn't it?" he asked.

"Yes sir," I said, wishing this conversation would end.

It ended all right, but not the way I wanted. "Then let's make sure you understand your place, Sissy," he said. "Get down on your knees and suck my dick!"

I should have expected that. He had power over me, and he was going to use it. I didn't have a choice, so I got down on my knees, and gave him the blow job. As I knelt there with the salty taste in my mouth, he said, "Sissy, as long as you know your place, I think we're going to get along just fine!"

Chapter 18
Replaced

So we drove home with my step mom and Eric up front, and me in the backseat dressed in my maid's uniform, and all of my girl clothes piled up next to me. At least I wasn't going to be beaten all weekend, but now I was at the mercy of the servants and their kids.

When I got to the servants quarters, Sally and her mom were waiting for me. "Sissy, you look really cute in that outfit!" she said.

I hoped for a fresh start here, and I really didn't want any trouble, so I just said, "Thank you, Miss."

"You know, I think you'd look even cuter if you curtsy when you meet someone," she said.

"I'm sorry, Miss," I said. "But I don't know how to do that."

"Oh, I can teach you right now," she said. "Even though you're just a maid, there's no reason you can't be a proper little lady, right?"

"Um, I uh, I guess so," I stammered, and then said, "Yes Miss, of course."

"Sally, you can do that later," she said. "We need to get him settled in first."

So at least I was spared that humiliation for the time being, and her mother took me down to the basement, and opened the door to a storeroom. There was a rod hanging parallel to the ceiling with several clothes hangers, a few empty cardboard boxes, and a thin mattress lying on the floor.

"You can hang up some of your clothes there," she said, "and put the rest of them in those boxes. We passed a bathroom with a shower on the way here."

"Yes, Ma'am," I said, looking around at the dingy environment I would be living in.

"Not the luxury accommodation you're used to, I'm sure," she said. "But now you're one of us. You're just a maid. A servant like us, and you're going to find out how the other half lives."

"I didn't mean… oh never mind, I'm sorry," I said.

Over the next few days, I learned how to use the dishwasher, to do the laundry, to vacuum the floors, how to dust all of the furniture, and how to scrub out the sinks, bathtubs and toilets. They kept me busy doing all of the jobs they didn't have to do any more, now that I was here. They weren't working me to death but I was a lot busier than I ever was over at Zach's house.

Every day, I had to dress in my maid's uniform, which delighted Sally every time she saw me. Worst of all, Eric came to visit me every day after school. Not only had he taken my life, but I had to give him a blow job every afternoon. Once in a while, Lynn would stop by to chat with Sally. She would always compliment me on my nails, or my hair, or my uniform, and tell me how cute I looked, and then both girls would point and laugh at me as I turned red.

But that wasn't the worst of it. Sally's mom didn't like me, but the other maid, Mrs. Ruston, really hated me. Her son, Dean, used to live with us. He was a year younger than me, so I used to pick on him once in a while. I never did anything really bad, but he belonged to one of the maids, and he was smaller than me, so taking advantage of him was just the stuff that kids do. His parents had been divorced, and after a while, his mom sent him away to live somewhere else with his dad. I didn't think much of it at the time, but it turned out that his mom resented me for making her give up custody of Dean. So I tried to avoid Mrs. Ruston as much as possible.

After enduring a couple of weeks of the humiliation of being the maid of the servants, things changed, and not for the better. I was vacuuming the living room carpet when the vacuum cleaner suddenly went quiet and died. I thought maybe I had pulled the plug out of the wall, and turned to look around. The plug had been pulled, but not by me.

Dean was standing on the other side of the living room, the power cord in his hand. I hadn't seen him in a year, but he looked the same. Scrawny little kid, short blond hair, dressed in a T-shirt and shorts. I said, "Oh, hi Dean, I haven't seen you in a long time."

He dropped the cord, walked up to me, and looked me up and down. "Don't you look cute in that outfit?" he asked. "You must be the cutest maid I've ever seen!"

I was dressed in my usual maid outfit, and worst of all, I was wearing my pink SISSY collar. "Um, this is just the outfit I wear around the house," I said. "Hey look, I'm sorry — "

"They tell me your name is Sissy now," he interrupted. "And I can see why. You don't look like you're going to be giving me any trouble."

"I, uh, I don't want any trouble," I said. "Dean, could we start over — "

"Shut up, Sissy!" he shouted at me. "Now turn around so I can tie you up!"

That's when I saw he had a fistful of rope in his other hand. "Wait a minute, Dean," I said, holding up my hands. "We don't have to — "

Then he punched me in the stomach. "I said turn around, Sissy, or do I have to have Eric and the girls to come in here and deal with you?"

The punch didn't hurt that much, but I didn't want all of them ganging up on me. "All right, all right, take it easy!" I said, and turned around.

Then I felt him pull my wrists together, and start tying them tight with the rope.

"That's kind of tight!" I protested.

"Shut up, Sissy! Those ropes are going to be the least of your problems," he said, and spun me around to make me face him.

Before I could say anything else, he punched me in the stomach again. And again. And again. The pain made me double over and I fell to my knees. He shoved me face down on the floor, and then kicked me to flip me over on my back.

He knelt across my chest, straddling me and pinning me to the floor. "You had a lot of fun bullying me, didn't you?" he asked. "You made my life miserable, tough guy, but you know what? You don't look so tough right now!"

I tried to say, "Dean, I — "

Then he punched me in the mouth. And he kept hitting me over and over, my mouth, my nose, my eye, my cheek. He just keep beating me, and I was screaming and crying the whole time. He finally stopped to catch his breath, and I felt blood from my nose tricking down into my mouth.

"What's the matter, Sissy? Are you afraid you won't be so pretty any more with me messing up your face? Well, you've had this coming for a long time! Because of you, my mom had to send me away to live with my father. I had to go to a different school, all because of you!"

I sniffled and tried to talk. "Dean, please — " I started.

"Shut up, Sissy! You're a slave here, and you're supposed to call people 'sir', aren't you?"

"Sir, I'm sorry — " I tried to say.

But he shoved a ball gag in my mouth. "Eric showed me these toys that they like to use on you. Sissy, I'm going to have a lot fun teaching you a lesson you'll never forget!"

For a moment I forgot that the whole side of my face hurt, when he grabbed a handful of my hair and tried to pull me to my feet. First I groaned and then screamed from the pain in my scalp when he pulled me upright.

"Aw, did I hurt your pretty hairdo, Sissy?" he taunted me. "Maybe Lynn or Sally can think of something to do with your hair after I'm done with you!"

Then he dragged me over to a chair, and threw me over one of its arms. I was bent over with my butt in the air when I felt him press a piece of wood against it.

"Do you like the feel of this cane?" he asked me. "Let's find out!"

That cane was something the other kids had used to threaten me, but as long as I did what they wanted, they had never hit me with it. Then I felt a searing pain across my cheeks and heard a loud crack. I screamed and bit down on the ball gag as I felt more tears trickling down my face. And he just kept hitting me over and over. I was sobbing and screaming but no one came to help me, and he must have hit me at least two dozen times.

At last he stopped, and pulled up another chair to sit across from me. I could barely see him through the tears in my eyes. "Now we're going to have a heart to heart chat, Sissy," he said. "First of all, I'm going to change your name. Instead of Sissy, I want everyone to call you 'Faggot' from now on.

I just whimpered into the gag. "Faggot?"

He got right in my face and asked, "Do you have a problem with that?"

I quickly shook my head.

"Good, now what's your name?"

I sniffled and tried to speak through the gag, "Faggot."

"Let's try that without the gag to see what you've learned," he said, and pried the ball out of my mouth. "What's your name?"

"Faggot," I said.

"You can speak in complete sentences, can't you?" he asked. "Now tell me what your name is!"

I took a deep breath and said, "Sir, my name is Faggot!"

"Faggot, you can call everyone else 'sir' but since you're my slave now, you're going to call me 'master' from now on. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Master," I said.

"And do you know why I named you Faggot? It's because you're a stupid faggot! Now let's see what you've learned. What's your name?"

"Master, my name is Faggot," I said.

"Why are you called that?" he asked.

"Because… because I'm a stupid faggot, Master, " I replied.

"Good, now lets get you set up for work," he said. He rummaged through the box of sex toys, and pulled out some leather cuffs and a spreader bar. "Now lie face down on the floor."

"Yes, Master," I said, and I got down on the floor. I was going to do whatever he told me. My face ached, and my butt hurt something awful. I wasn't going to give him any excuse to beat me again.

He attached leather cuffs to both of my wrists, and then untied me, and straddled me, kneeling across my back. "Now hold your hands up."

I did so, and he used a padlock to attach the back of my collar to the middle of the metal bar. Then he padlocked each of my wrists to opposite ends of the bar. So now I had at least some freedom of movement, but my wrists were locked to the ends of the bar, and the middle of the bar was locked to the back of my neck.

He plugged in the vacuum cleaner, and the noise started up again. "All right, Faggot, what are you waiting for? Get back to work!" he said.

"Yes, Master," I said. I had to bend down to lower one of my hands enough to pick up the vacuum cleaner. Just picking it up made me twist my body around, but at least it was possible for me to hold the vacuum cleaner with one hand. I slowly made my way around the room, as best I could, and Dean finally left me alone.

It was slow work, but I had been at it for about ten minutes when Dean returned. He wasn't alone, though. Sally, Eric and Lynn were all standing next to him, watching me trying to operate this machine while I was hamstrung by the spreader bar. Dean walked over to me and shut off the vacuum cleaner.

"What's this all about?" Lynn asked.

"Oh, I've made some additions to my slave's uniform. I've given him a new name, too!" he said.

"Oh, what's that?" Lynn asked, expectantly.

"Tell her your name, slave!" Dean said.

"Miss, my name is Faggot," I said.

Both of the girls started giggling. "Slave, maybe you should explain to them why you're called Faggot now," he asked.

Of course he would make me do this in front of everyone. I looked down at my feet, and said, "It's because I'm a stupid faggot," I said. I wasn't looking at them, but I had no trouble hearing all of them start laughing.

"What do you guys think? Fags love to suck cock, don't they?" Dean said.

"This one does, that's for sure," Eric said.

"Faggot, what happened to your face?" Lynn asked me.

Before I could say anything, Dean said, "I happened to it! Faggot needed a good beating to teach him some manners. We'll see how he behaves himself now. Isn't that right, Faggot?"

"Yes, Master," I said.

"Go on then, Faggot," Dean said. "Get down on your knees and ask him to let you suck his dick!"

I could feel myself blushing. As if all of this wasn't bad enough, now I would have to do it in front of the girls. I stumbled forward down to my knees in front of Eric, and asked, "Sir, may I suck your dick?"

Eric wasn't the least bit shy about exposing himself in front of the girls, and said, "I thought you'd never ask, Faggot!" He stood over me, his dick pointing in my face. There was no way to avoid this, so I opened my mouth, and he shoved it in. At least the girls went quiet as they watched him grab me by the hair, and slam his dick into my mouth over and over. He took longer than usual to cum, as though he wanted to humiliate me in front of the girls even longer. Finally he made me swallow all of it, and I knelt there with his taste in my mouth.

As if that wasn't bad enough, then Dean said, "You know what, Faggot? I wouldn't have believed this if I hadn't seen it! But now you can suck my dick, too! You're going to give me my first blow job!"

I sighed and said, "Yes, Master."

His dick was smaller than Eric's but that didn't make this any easier. Now, I had to suck the dick of a kid even younger than me. A kid I had bullied, and now I was on my knees and bound, in front of him. He shoved his dick into my mouth, and small as it was, it grew as it slid in and out. At last he started to spurt, but he was inexperienced, and pulled out, spraying cum onto my face.

"That was great!" he said, catching his breath. "I can't wait to do this again, Faggot!"

"Yes, Master," I said, sitting back on my haunches.

The boys left together, and I'm sure Dean wanted to talk about what he had just made me do. But that left me here with the girls.

"How do you feel now, Faggot?" Lynn asked. "Or should I call you Sticky-Face?"

"I feel just peachy, Miss," I said. "Never better."

"You look kinda disgusting with that goo and dried blood on your face, all swollen up, you know," she said.

"Yes, Miss," I said. "But I really can't do anything about it right now."

"Aw, poor baby," she said. "Dean must have got all excited. Maybe next time he'll let you swallow it all like the slut you are!"

"Yes, Miss," I said dully.

"I like the additions to your uniform," Sally said. "Maybe we should get another bar and spread your ankles too."

"Or maybe chain them together and make him hobble around when he does the housework," Lynn said.

"Yeah, that might work too!" Sally said. "I'll have to talk to Dean about that."

When they couldn't think up any new ways to humiliate me further, the girls left me alone to finish vacuuming the carpet. That evening, Sally finally unchained me and let me clean myself up and go to bed. The first time I saw myself in the mirror was scary. The side of my face was swollen up, I had the beginning of a black eye, dried blood below my nostrils, and a fat lip. As bad as I looked, it was my butt that hurt the most so that I had to sleep face down.

Chapter 19
Kissable Katie

The next morning, Dean's mother woke me up. After I had showered and dressed in my pink maid's uniform, she locked my wrists into the spreader bar behind my neck. So now this was part of my uniform. This bar made it harder to worker, harder to eat, harder to do anything. Of course I had to give Eric and Dean blow jobs; those were now my daily duties just like the housework.

At least Dean didn't beat me again. But the following day, he presented me with a new collar.

"You can't very well wear a collar that says SISSY, when your name is Faggot, right?" he asked. "After all, you're proud of your new name, aren't you?"

"Yes, Master, of course," I said, looking at the pink collar with the word FAGGOT written on it. "Thank you for this very nice gift."

He unlocked the SISSY collar, and locked the new one around my neck. "You know, I've looked through your wardrobe, and you have all these girly clothes, blouses, skirts, and dresses. But they're in all different colors, and I think you should only wear pink. After all, pink is the girliest color, so that's what you should wear all the time, right Faggot?" he asked.

"Yes Master, of course," I said.

"Good, because I've talked to Lynn and her mom about this, and they said they'll be happy to buy you some pretty clothes to make you look even more sissified than you already are," he said.

I wondered how that was possible, but I didn't say anything. But the next day, Dean's mom brought me a selection of pink tights, blouses, skirts, hair ribbons, a pink pair of shoes, and a pink pair of boots. After I had gotten dressed for work in my maid's uniform, Dean supplied me with a pink ball gag to match the rest of my outfit. So in addition to having my wrists locked to the spreader bar behind my neck, I had to spend my workday gagged, too.

That afternoon, Sally dumped a plastic bag full of trash at my feet. "Faggot, be a dear, and take out the garbage for me, won't you?" she asked.

I stared at the bag of trash and froze. I would have to go out on the street where people might see me, all chained up in this sissy maid outfit? But I didn't want another beating for being disobedient, not with my butt still hurting. I tried to shake my head just a little, and plead for mercy with my eyes.

"Oh, you don't want to?" she asked. "Then sit in that chair, Faggot!"

I sat, and she stepped away for a minute and then returned, carrying a length of chain.

"Zach gave us some more toys for you to play with," she said. Then she reached under my skirt, grabbed for my pink panties, and finally managed to slide them down to my ankles. Pulling my skirt up again, she pressed a hollow metal tube against the head of my penis!

I squealed into the gag as she slid the tube onto my penis. Then I felt a metal cuff close around my balls at the base of my genitals, and my penis was trapped inside this metal tube! She dragged me up to my feet, and when she pulled up my panties, I saw that she held the end of the chain attached to the thing she locked onto me.

She gave the chain a sharp tug, and said, "Now pick up the bag of garbage! You and I are going for a walk!"

I didn't have any choice. She was going to drag me outside by my dick! I managed to reach down far enough to pick up the garbage bag, and she led me outside. Just then, Lynn came out of her house and saw us.

"Sally, what's going on?" she asked.

"The fag's just going to take out the garbage," she said, and then added, "Oh, is that a new skirt?"

I had enough problems of my own that I hadn't noticed that Lynn was wearing something that looked like a blue jean skirt.

"Yes, it's denim, I just got it. I think it's cute," and then asked, "Don't you agree, Faggot?"

I looked at it, and just nodded my head.

"It's not something he would wear, you know," Sally said.

"Of course not," Lynn said, "Not girly enough for a sissy like him!"

"Right," Sally agreed. "But he did get a new collar. It's good for him to wear a collar. That way he's always reminded that he's just a slave!"

Lynn turned my head to read the name on my new collar. "And that he's a faggot, too!"

Then both girls started laughing, and I just had to stand there, all chained up and helpless.

"Where's this other chain go?" Lynn asked.

"Oh, I had to put a penis chastity on him," she said, and gave a tug that made me squirm. "That way I can drag him around wherever I want, by his little dick!"

Lynn pulled my skirt up and panties down to take a look. "What a great idea!" she said, and then to me. "You aren't going to cause any trouble with that thing on your dick, now are you, Faggot?"

I shook my head and tried to say, "No, Miss."

So then both girls walked me out to the street with my panties down around my knees, taking turns pulling on the chain to make me groan and squeal. They seemed to think that was really funny. Finally we made it out to the street, and fortunately it was deserted. Our closest neighbors live a long way down the street, but you never know when someone might be driving by, and see me dressed up like this. I was able to put the bag in one of our trash cans while the girls took pictures of me with their phones. Me, all chained up in my maid's uniform, my face still all bruised and swollen, with a chain pulling at my genitals. I was sure they would have a great time sharing those pictures with Dean and Zach. After what seemed like forever, they let me go back inside to do my housework, pulled my panties up and clipped the chain to my collar.

It took a few more days for the pain in my butt to go away, and another week after that for all of the swelling in my face to disappear. Then I was doing the housework, and Sally said to me, "Faggot, you look pretty again."

I couldn't talk through the gag, so I just nodded to her.

"Sit down, Faggot," she said. "We need to do something with your hair."

I welcomed the break from work, and sat down, but now I was worried about what she might do to my hair.

"It's nice and long now, shoulder length," she said, stroking my hair with a brush. "But your bangs are getting in your eyes, so I think we'll need to part them in the middle. That'll look cute, don't you think?"

I nodded again.

"Maybe we should braid your hair," she said. "That would keep it out of the way, and we could put more ribbons in it."

I gave her a quizzical look. Braids? Like a little girl, I wondered.

She must have noticed my look and said, "Yeah, maybe not. We've got some pink hair clips, we can use those to pull your hair back."

That didn't sound as bad. I made what I hoped was a sound of agreement.

"Did Dean tell you about the county fair?" she asked.

I looked up in alarm and shook my head. I didn't want to go anywhere looking like this.

"Oh well, I don't want to spoil the surprise. I'll let him tell you," she said.

Then she let me get back to work, and I didn't want to ask Dean about it. If that was something I wasn't supposed to know about, I might get a beating just for mentioning it. So the days went on, with me serving as a sissy maid, and giving Eric and Dean blow jobs whenever they wanted.

One afternoon, I was dusting the furniture when Sally walked in and called out, "Mike, over here!" I instinctively looked up at the mention of my name; my old name, anyway. She noticed my reaction, and as Eric walked in, she turned to me, and asked, "You didn't think I meant YOU, did you?"

I shook my head, and started to dust the furniture again.

"Faggot still hasn't accepted his name?" Eric asked.

"I don't think he's learned yet. Maybe he needs another beating to get through to him," Sally said. Then she walked over to me, grabbed a handful of my hair to pull me close and asked, "Do you think your name is still Mike?"

I tried to speak through the gag, "No, Miss, my name is Faggot."

"So why is your name Faggot?" she asked.

"Because I'm a stupid faggot," I said through the gag.

"That's what I thought," she said. "Now there's nothing a stupid faggot would like more than having a dick stuffed in his mouth, right?"

I nodded my head as much as her grip on my hair would allow.

"Then let's get you down on your knees," she said, shoving me down on my knees, and unbuckling my gag. "So you can beg Mike to let you suck his cock!"

As the gag came out of my mouth, Mike stood over me. I looked up at him and said, "Sir, may I please suck your cock?"

"What do you think, Sally? Does the fag need a beating?" he asked.

"Mike, why don't you decide? Maybe if he gives you a good enough blow job, we won't give him a beating!" she said.

"Yeah, that's fair, isn't it, Faggot?" he said, unzipping his pants. "If you're a good cocksucker, you don't get beat up!"

He slid his dick in my mouth, and I did the best I could, licking up and down his shaft as it grew in my mouth, but I wasn't the one in control. He took his time, and really made me work, but then he finally spurted in my mouth.

"Swallow it, Faggot!" he ordered me. "Swallow all of it!"

I made a face at the salty taste, but I swallowed all of it. Thank you, sir," I said. "Thank you for letting me suck your cock!"

He cupped his hand under my chin, and shoved me backwards. I fell over and landed on my back.

"So what do you think?" Sally asked.

"Not bad," Eric said. "It's like they say, fags give the best blow jobs."

He zipped himself up and left, and Sally said, "Looks like you got lucky, Faggot. It's a good thing you know how to suck cocks, so no beating for you. This time, anyway!"

A few days later, Dean gave me the news about the county fair. It was this weekend, and all of us were going. Eric, Lynn, Dean, and me. Why was I going with them? Because they had signed me up to help out with the fair. How exactly was I going to help out? Dean explained it to me. I was chained up at work when he took the ball gag out of my mouth.

"You're going to staff one of the booths at the fair," he said.

"Yes, Master," I said. I had some crazy idea that I would be sitting over a dunking booth, where people throw a ball at a target, and if they hit it, I would fall into the water. As it turned out, I was too optimistic.

"You're going to work in the Kissing Booth!" he said, smirking at me.

"The Kissing Booth??" I asked, my mouth open.

"Yes, Lynn and Sally will get you all dolled up, and you're going to stand there waiting for anyone who's willing to pay one dollar to kiss you."

"Um, guys will be kissing me?" I asked.

"Yeah, it's the booth for kids, so they'll be kids about your age. They'll think you're a girl, right?"

"Master, I don't know if this is such a good idea," I said.

"What's the matter now, Faggot?" he asked. "If you can suck cocks, you shouldn't have any trouble sucking face, right?

"Um, I guess so, Master," I said. "But what if they figure out I'm not really a girl?"

He leaned forward and said, "That might not go so well for you. If a guy finds out he just kissed a fag dressed up as a girl, he might beat the crap out of you! So for your sake, you better be a good kisser!"

The day of the fair, Lynn and Sally went to work on my hair. My hair was pulled back with pink clips, and fell to my shoulders in long curls. I had this big pair of pink hoop earrings dangling from my years, and I wore a pink princess dress, trimmed with lace, with ruffles down my padded chest. The girls had painted my face, and used eye shadow and blush on me. My shiny pink lipstick matched my dress, and I had plenty of it, just in case I had to re-do my lipstick over and over. Oh, and my name was Katie. Kissable Katie, they called me. What could possibly go wrong?

Dean's mother drove us out to the fair. Eric, Dean, Lynn, and Sally were along for the ride too. While they chatted with each other, I had little to do but admire my pretty pink nails, and dread what might happen to me at the fair. We arrived and parked in a lot with hundreds of other cars, and I imagined that each one of them had contained several boys who would want to kiss me.

Dean's mother brought us to the Kissing Booth, There was a sign that said, 'Kisses $1', and underneath it, 'One to a customer.' The woman in charge was Mrs. Moore. She was a short, stout dark-haired woman in a white blouse and skirt, who told me, "Katie, the boys will sign in with me, I collect the money, and you do the kissing, OK?"

"Yes, Ma'am," I mumbled.

"Oh, don't worry, you'll do fine!' she said. "You're very pretty, and I'm sure lots of boys will want to kiss you!"

That's what I was worried about, but I just repeated, "Yes, Ma'am."

"Smile!" she implored me.

I took my place in the booth, and she put up a placard that said, "KISSABLE KATIE." Dean and his friends were either pointing at me, laughing, or taking pictures of me with their phones. I had to stand there, wondering what would happen when a boy paid to kiss me. I didn't have to wonder for very long. A boy came up to me and I tried to smile.

He was taller than me, and not bad looking. He said, "Hi, I'm Fred."

"Uh, hi, I'm, uh, Katie," I said, not sure what I was supposed to do.

He leaned forward, so I did too. He put his arms around me and pulled me in, so I opened my mouth, and as he kissed me, I closed my eyes and kissed him back. Finally he let go of me, and I opened my eyes I didn't know if my job was to do anything else, so I just asked, "OK?"

He just laughed and said, "Yeah, Katie, that was OK."

To my great relief, he walked away, and I let out a sigh. I had fooled him. He didn't want to kill me. I had tricked a boy into thinking I was a girl, and got away with it. I can do this, I thought.

After that, several boys came by to kiss me. Tall ones, short ones, ugly ones, handsome ones. I just smiled, closed my eyes, and pretended I was kissing girls. Once in a while, Mrs. Moore reminded me to freshen my lipstick. My day was almost over, and I dared to think I had survived this nightmare. Then a pretty teenage girl walked up to the booth. She was a tall brunette, and I looked up at her in surprise.

She smiled at me and said, "What's the matter, Katie? I paid my dollar, don't a get a kiss?"

"Sure, I guess," I said. "It's just that I didn't expect — "

"You aren't afraid to kiss a girl, are you?" she asked.

"Uh, no, it's OK," I said.

Then she pulled me in and kissed me, her tongue probing into my mouth. My eyes opened wide, and she pulled out, sending me reeling backwards. "How was that, Katie?" she asked.

"Wow!" I said, blinking.

"I'm Alex, and I just thought you needed to be kissed properly, not like those little boys were doing!"

"Um, uh, yeah, thanks," I stammered.

Then she strode away, and I was done for the day. Against all odds, I had survived. Dressed as a girl, I must have kissed at least twenty-five or thirty teenage boys (and one girl) and I had lived to tell the tale. I just hoped Dean didn't have any more bright ideas for me.

Chapter 20
Bondage Party

It turned out that Dean had another adventure in mind for me. A couple of weeks later, he told me I was going to a party that weekend.

The day of the party started out badly when Dean handed me a pair of pink panties, and told me to wear them today. "Yes, Master," I said, and looked askance at the flimsy item I had never seen before.

"They're crotchless," he said. "I'm sure you'll love them."

I hurried to agree with him. "Yes, Master, of course!"

After dinner, Dean made me put on a skimpy pink sailor suit that left my midriff bare, and a short pink skirt that was slit to the waist. My pink pair of boots completed my ensemble… or so I thought. Then Dean locked my wrists behind me in leather cuffs.

"This is a pretty mask, don't you think?" he said, holding up a latex mask. It was a full mask that would cover my entire head, and it had the features of a beautiful young woman with bright red lips. At least there were holes for my eyes, nostrils and mouth.

"Yes, Master," I said. "Do you want me to wear that to the party?"

"Of course, Faggot!" he said, and held up a wig of long blonde hair. "And I'll Velcro this to the top of your head so you'll look even prettier."

"Thank you, Master. It will be fun to be blonde."

"Also I have some accessories for you," he said. Then he showed me a blindfold, a ring gag, and a thick black leather collar.

"I've never seen that collar before, Master," I said. "Is this something new?"

"Yes, it's just for the party. Tomorrow you can go back to wearing the pink collar with your name on it. Now let's finish dressing you," he said.

I sat there and he blindfolded me. Then he inserted the ring gag to force my mouth open. Now I couldn't see or speak. Then he slid the mask over my head, past my nose, and then all the way down to my neck. At least I could still breathe through the holes but now my face was trapped inside this second skin, and I felt completely helpless.

My hearing was muffled by I heard him say, "Now we'll get the posture collar on you."

Then the thick collar was locked around my neck, and I couldn't move my head at all. I couldn't nod or even turn my head. Then I felt the wig being pressed onto my head, and the long hair being draped over my shoulders.

"Trust me, Faggot," he said. "You look really cute!"

I tried to say, "Thank you, Master," but even I couldn't understand what I was saying.

I didn't have to wait long before I felt a tug on my collar. Apparently I was on a leash, too. "Time to go, Faggot!" Dean said. "There's a party going on!"

He led me outside, and helped me into a car. It turned out that his mother was driving, and he was sitting in the back with me. I heard the engine start up, and we were on our way. I was going to a bondage party dressed in a sexy outfit, all tied up, gagged and blindfolded. Dean made sure I was completely helpless, and anyone at this party could do whatever they wanted to me.

"Don't worry about getting beat up at the party tonight," Dean said. "It's a bondage party, and all the guys there are into it. They're all fags too. I called the guy hosting the party and he agreed that if you behave yourself and do as you're told, they won't take your mask off, so you don't have to worry about your face turning up in any pictures or videos on the internet."

That wasn't very reassuring. I was still wondering whether I would end up in the hospital or the morgue tonight. I just sat there until the car came to a stop and the engine shut off.

"We're here, Faggot!" Dean said. "Time to party!"

I heard a car door open, and then he pulled me across the backseat, slid my feet out the door onto the pavement, and then helped me stand up. A tug on my collar told me to start walking. Finally I heard a doorbell ring.

Then I heard a door open and a kid said, "Who are you guys?"

"I'm Dean, I called you about dropping off my slave at your party," he said.

"Oh yeah! I've been looking forward to meeting your slave," he said. "And what's your name?"

I guessed that was meant for me, and I tried to say, "I can't talk," but it came out all garbled.

"Oh, he's already gagged! Nice touch!" the kid said. 'But what's his name?"

"We just call him Faggot now," Dean said.

"Uh, we don't use that word here," the kid said. "What was his name before?"

"His name used to be Sissy," Dean said.

"OK, Sissy it is then," the kid said. "Come on in!"

There was a tug on my collar, and I started walking.

"So long, Dean," the kid called out, and I heard the door slam shut.

Dean wasn't staying at the party? I wasn't sure if that was good or bad. At least he wouldn't be here to humiliate me, but now I was all alone, blind and helpless.

Then I heard him say, "Hey guys, Sissy is here! Let's get him bent over the sawhorse!"

Oh no! These guys weren't wasting any time. I was about to get bent over, and there was nothing I could do about it. Suddenly I was bent over face down on a padded sawhorse, and my legs were spread and tied apart.

"I'm Mark," the kid said. "Dean told me all about you, so we know just how to make sure you have a good time tonight!"

All about me? I wondered exactly what Dean had told them about me having a good time, and suddenly I felt a couple of fingers sticking lube into my butt. I was so startled that I would have jumped but I was securely bound, and these crotchless panties left me completely exposed.

"Looks like we need a strap to hold you down," Mark said.

Then I felt a cord being wrapped around my torso, and being tied down to the sawhorse. Now I could barely move at all, and someone started prying my butt cheeks apart! I knew what was coming, but that didn't help any. I groaned as a dick started forcing its way into my ass. This guy was bigger than Kelly, and I tried to relax but although I bit down on the gag I started screaming as he rammed himself into me over and over.

Finally he pulled out, and I just lay there groaning into my mask. Then Mark said, "That was fun, wasn't it? I'm sure you'll enjoy the other guys too. Don't worry, Sissy. Dean told me you're kinda shy, especially around strangers. That you wanted to stay masked, but you love bondage and rough sex, and so do we!"

Dean told him that? Oh God, he had fixed me good. I tried to shake my head but this collar wouldn't let me move. I tried to yell, "No!" but the way this gag forced my mouth open, it didn't do any good.

"Yeah, Dean told me how much this turns you on, and that you start screaming when you're really into it! And the more you try to struggle, the more turned on you are!"

"No, no, no!" I tried to scream, but then I felt another guy climbing onto me.

He started forcing his dick into me, and I started to scream again, but then another guy shoved his dick into my mouth! My butt hurt something awful, and I couldn't even try to scream with this dick in my mouth, and I just groaned as these two guys slammed into me over and over.

And as soon as they were done with me, another guy started plowing my ass. I still had a salty mouthful of cum that I couldn't swallow or spit out, and this guy was trying to break my ass in two! Somehow I managed to swallow enough of the cum to start crying. I just kept sobbing as one guy after another banged my ass. My ass was very popular; only one other guy wanted to use my mouth.

Finally they gave me a chance to rest. These guys were big, I was in agony from the pain in my butt, and all I could do was whimper into my gag.

Then I heard Mark say, "Did you hear Sissy screaming when Manfred fucked him? He sounds like he's having the best time! I'll bet he'll remember this party for a long time!"

I just laid there, sniffling and trying not to cry any more. I must look like an awful mess under this mask, but that was nothing compared to what my butt felt like. But the worst of it was that these guys thought I was enjoying it! Thanks to Dean, they thought I wanted this, and I was having the time of my life!

I hoped the party was over now, and they would let me go. I had no idea how I was going to get home; I just wanted to be anywhere but here. They did leave me alone for a long time. But then they came back.

"Ready for the next round, Sissy?" Mark called out.

I groaned and wished I could shake my head, or somehow tell them not to hurt me any more, but I was gagged and tightly bound. Then I felt my ass being pried open again. It went on and on, at least a dozen guys one after the other. Only one guy made me suck his dick, the rest preferred to use my aching butt. This was one of those rare times in your life when you wished you could give blow jobs. But they kept banging my ass, and I kept crying and sobbing.

At last they were done with me, and they let me rest again. I just lay there bent over with my poor butt exposed, sniffling and whimpering, wondering what else they had in mind for me.

As I waited for the next round of abuse, I thought I heard Dean's voice. Then I heard Mark say, "Oh yeah, Sissy had the best time! Just like you said, he tried to struggle against his bonds, and then he screamed with joy! It's a good thing you gagged him or they would have heard him in the next county!"

"Yeah, he really gets into it," Dean said. "Did you remember to record any of it?"

"Sure, we wouldn't forget something like that! Here's a copy of the video. Too bad he was masked so we couldn't see his face, but you told me he's shy, so we respected him."

They respected me?? I'd hate to see what these guys would have done if they disrespected me.

"I can't wait to watch it," Dean said. "And I'm sure Fag- uh Sissy will, too."

"Yeah, we're all going to watch it again, too," Mark said. "You know, we have these parties once a month, so if you want to bring Sissy here again, just let us know. We'd all love to have him again!"

I'll bet they would I thought as they untied me from the sawhorse, and stood me up.

"That sounds great!" Dean said. Then I felt a tug on my collar. "Time to go home, Sissy! You've had enough fun for one night!"

I groaned and bit down on the gag with each step. I had to walk bowlegged, and it was agony just to make it outside to the car. Dean helped me into the car and sat me down. I heard the car door slam shut, the engine started, and we were on our way home. Yes, I was going home to be a slave, but at least no one butt-fucked me at home like those guys did at that awful party.

As we started to drive away, Dean asked me, "So how did you like the party?"

I just groaned into the gag.

"Oh, right. You can't talk very well when you're gagged, can you?" he asked. Then he pulled the latex mask halfway up my face, unbuckled my gag, and pried it out of my mouth.

I tried to work the stiffness out of my jaw, and as he pulled it back down to cover my face again, I said. "Thank you, Master. But please don't send me back there again! I'll do anything you want, but please don't make me go to another party there!"

"You didn't have a good time?" he asked. "That makes me want to watch this video even more. What did they do to you? Did they unmask you?"

"No, they didn't take my mask off, but — "

"That's all I asked of them, so no problem, right?"

"It's hard to walk, my butt hurts so much. Master, I don't think I can do my housekeeping chores tomorrow."

"Oh, is that all?" he asked. "I can understand needing a day off after a wild night of partying. Maybe we'll just leave you tied up all day tomorrow."

"Thank you, Master. I appreciate that," I said. He had sent me out to be gang-raped over and over, my ass hurt so much that I could hardly walk, and now he was going to watch the video of my sexual abuse, and I had to thank him for letting me stay tied up all day tomorrow. How much more of this could I take?

Chapter 21
Homecoming

The next day I was still so sore that I could hardly walk. They still made me dress in my frilly pink maid's uniform, but then Dean hogtied me, pulled me up on my knees, and made me give him a blow job.

"Enjoy your day off, Faggot. I'll be back to see you later," he said.

"Thank you, Master," I said as he shoved a penis-gag in my mouth.

The next day I had to go back to work again, but it was a full week before my butt felt better. That morning, Dean asked me about it. "So your ass was sore for a whole week from that butt-fucking you got at the party?"

"Yes Master," I said.

"I think I know how to fix that," he said. "Bend over!"

I bent over a chair and before I could say anything, I felt him pull my panties down, and start lubricating my butt.

"Master — " I asked.

Then I groaned as a plug started forcing its way into my butt. I tried to relax, but I had to grit my teeth until it went in, and my butt closed around it. "You see, I think the problem was that your butt wasn't big enough to handle all of those guys," he said. "So what you really need is to start wearing a plug to stretch your ass!"

"Master, I'm going to have this inside me all day when I do my housework?" I asked.

"It's for your own good, Faggot!" he said. "Your butt hole needs to get bigger, so this is part of your uniform now! You're going to wear this to work every day from now on!"

I just groaned and said, "Yes, Master."

"It'll all be worth it when you go to the next bondage party, you'll see!"

"The NEXT bondage party??" I asked. "Master, are you going to send me to another of those guys' parties?"

"Oh yeah. They have a party once a month, and I know they want you back again, after you had so much fun at that last one!"

He gagged me, and walked away laughing; I had to spend the entire day like that, and I couldn't wait to finally get that thing out of my butt so I could go to sleep. But the next morning, Dean shoved it into me again, and I had to wear it for work. Not only was I chained to the spreader bar and ball-gagged, but now I would have this plug shifting every time I took a step. That's what I had to look forward to every day. And now there was another party to look forward to, another night of being gang-raped.

I wondered how my life could get any worse. As if to answer that question, later that afternoon, Zach showed up. I was gagged, plugged and chained up, and now I had to deal with him. I hoped that all he wanted was a blow job, and that he wasn't going to give me another beating. Probably a really bad beating, since it had been so long since the last time he had beaten me.

He sat me down, and took the gag out of my mouth. "It's been a long time, Sissy," he said.

"Sir, my name is Faggot," I corrected him. I figured if I didn't do that, I would get an even worse beating.

"They call you that now?" he asked.

"Yes sir, because I'm a stupid faggot," I said automatically.

But he didn't laugh at me, or make fun of my name. "I take it you aren't happy here?" he asked.

"At least they don't beat me, and they don't butt-fuck me every day," I said.

"I'm guessing you weren't happy living with us, either."

"You injured both of my shoulders, and then when I was defenseless, you beat me again, and then had Kelly hold me up so you could beat me some more," I said. "And then, as if the blowjobs weren't enough, Kelly started fucking me every day!"

"Do you know why we did that?" he asked.

I had just figured they were jerks, but I didn't dare tell him that. "Because you could? Because you could do whatever you wanted to me, and get away with it?"

"No, it was because my parents told us to. Dean's mother wanted him to move back home and live with her again. And since you had been so nasty to him, he wanted the chance to get even with you for bullying him. So they asked my parents to rough you up to the point that you would want to move back home," he explained.

"So Dean could get his hands on me?" I asked.

"Exactly. So I gave you those beatings, and Kelly fucked you until you decided you would rather move back home," he said. "Just so you understand, we didn't want to do those things to you, and we didn't enjoy it."

"Then why are you telling me this now?"

"Because they've decided Dean's had enough fun with you. So if you want to move back in and live with us again, you can. I won't be giving you any more beatings."

"And Kelly won't be fucking me?" I asked.

"No, he's found himself a boyfriend for that. If they want, they can fuck each other until they're both blue in the face. Of course, you will still have to do some housework, and give us blow jobs, as before."

"That's it? Everything would be like before?" I asked.

"Well, there is one catch," he said.

Of course there would be a catch, I thought. "And what's that?"

"My parents feel that if you're going to be our maid for the long term, you need to look the part," he said. Then he paused, and added, "You'll need to have breast implants."

"Breast implants?" I asked.

"Yeah, they want you to look like a girl."

"Can't I just wear a padded bra?"

He shook his head. "That's a deal breaker. It's up to you. You can live with us, as before, if you get breast implants. Otherwise, you'll have to stay here."

I didn't need long to think about it. I had to work all day long, chained up, gagged and plugged, and Dean was going to drag me to another bondage party where I would be gang-raped again. The girls loved to humiliate me, and I had to see Eric living my life in the big house while I was a slave. Breast implants didn't seem like much of a price to pay for freedom from all of that. Besides, I had heard that sometimes women who had implants had them removed later in life, so I figured I could do the same. "All right, tell your parents I'll do it," I said.

"Tell them yourself, Sissy" he said. "You can come home with me right now."

So they finally took that penis chastity off me; I really hated it when the girls would drag me around by my dick, and I went home with Zach. I was relieved to see the boxing ring was gone. All that remained there was a few filled-in holes in the dirt where the posts had been. Kelly was happy to see me, and he even apologized for the way they treated me before I moved out. He dragged me over to his mom, so she could trim my bangs, and do my hair the way he liked. My name was Sissy again, and that night, we slept together. He wanted to hug and kiss enough to make up for lost time, and he assured me his boyfriend wouldn't mind. The following week, I had the surgery done. I told them to make sure all they did was give me a pair of breasts; I didn't want a complete sex change.

Then I woke up in bed and looked down to see a pair of mounds holding up my white nightgown. My new breasts were tender, but they told me I would be fine in a couple of weeks. Sure enough, a couple of weeks later, they didn't hurt any more, and they really filled out my maid's uniform.

Chapter 22
The Mastermind

One afternoon, Zach and Kelly were taking turns tying me up in the servants quarters, and they left me hogtied on my knees in my maid's outfit with a red ball-gag in my mouth. Then I heard a voice I recognized as my stepmother. My former stepmother, anyway. "Oh, there you are!" she said.

She was dressed as usual, in a white dress and matching heels, and pulled up a chair, and sat in front of me.

"I see you're back to being a maid, Sissy," she said. "I understand that's what they call you here, instead of Faggot. Not that it really matters, I mean, both names apply to you, don't they?"

I just knelt there and wondered why she was even bothering to speak to me when she never wanted me in her life anyway.

"It's time I explained a few things to you, Sissy. You always were a rotten little kid, acting like you were better than the housekeepers' kids. 'The children of the help,' you called them. That really came back to bite you, didn't it?"

I couldn't answer back with this ball in my mouth, so I just waited to hear her out.

"First of all, you did something stupid like cheat on a test, and get yourself expelled from school! As if that wasn't bad enough, you tried to hide it by giving your history teacher blowjobs!"

I looked up in horror. She knew about that?

She must have noticed the look on my face and said, "Oh, you didn't think I knew about that? Yes, the headmaster gave me all of the disgusting details. Still I had to find out for myself if you really were that perverted. The day I sent you to the library to return those books, I had those four boys waiting to ambush you. They weren't really going to hurt you. I just wanted to find out if you really were a cocksucker. And sure enough, you had no problem giving all four of them blowjobs!"

She looked down at me with that awful smug look of hers, but even then I still didn't know the full extent of her machinations.

"When they told me what a good little cocksucker you were, I had them send the pictures of you on your knees with a dick in your mouth to Zach. I knew you would have no problem sucking his cock, and he didn't need any convincing at all to take advantage of you, either!"

I just stared up at her and wondered how she could be so evil as to do this to me. But she wasn't done yet.

"I had to call your father and tell him the bad news that you were kicked out of school, not just for cheating, but also for having oral sex with a teacher. And of course I sent him pictures of you giving blow jobs to boys, and I said I just didn't know what to do with you! Small wonder that when he came home, he was ready to kill you, and it was all we could do to hustle you out of there!"

I felt like I was watching a train wreck, only it was my life that had been wrecked.

"So I tried to explain to him that it wasn't really your fault that you were a faggot. I told him about you wanting to spend the summer dressed up as a girl, and I showed him pictures of you all dressed up in cute outfits, but all that did was make him even angrier! By then he was so mad that you might as well have been dead to him. So I suggested that we might as well adopt Eric and raise him as our son. Your father took a couple of days to calm down and think about it. He had always liked Eric anyway, so they went out fishing together, and then they went to a baseball game, and the next thing you know, he became our adopted son."

I just groaned into the gag. I couldn't believe anyone could betray me like this.

"Sissy, do you have something you'd like to say?" she asked, and pried the ball out of my mouth.

I worked the stiffness out of my jaw and said, "How could you do this to me? How could he just disown me like that? Just replace me with another kid?"

"Well, look at Eric and look at you! I mean, he's so much more masculine than you. Do you think your father would want a sissy or a faggot like you for a son? Do you think Eric would ever wear a maid's uniform like you?"

I just glared at her, and she grabbed my jaw and squeezed it. "Answer me, Sissy! Would he?"

"No," I muttered, and looked down.

"Of course not! Because he isn't a sissy like you!" she said. Then she held her phone up in front of me. "Look at this!"

It was a framed picture on a wall. A picture of me made to dress up as a cheerleader, holding my pom-poms on my hips, embarrassed and looking like I wanted to cry. "Where is this? Where is that picture?"

"I sent it to the headmaster of the school you got expelled from! He had it blown up, and hung it on the wall in his office. As a warning to what might happen to boys who misbehave!" she said. "I have to hand it to you, Sissy, you were only there for a couple of months, but you're a legend at that school!"

"I don't believe this! How could you do this?" I cried.

"Oh, that was nothing," she said. "Then I told Dean's mother that he could come back to live with her again, because you were in no position to bother him! Then when Dean heard about how sissified you were, he said he wished he could pay you back for all the grief you gave him. So I talked to Zach's parents to see if they could convince you to move back here while your father was away on duty. So that Dean could get even with you, and give you the abuse you so richly deserved!"

I couldn't believe how horrible and devious this woman could be. She really enjoyed all the suffering she had caused for me.

"Apparently just having Kelly butt-fuck you wasn't enough reason for you to want to leave. Then again, maybe a fag like you enjoyed it. So we arranged to have Zach give you beatings until they convinced you to move back here."

"You did all that??" I asked.

"Oh, all that and more, Sissy. After I decided Dean had had enough fun forcing you to work as a bondage maid, I wanted to make you into a sissy for good, by making you get breast implants. So I had Dean make your life even more miserable, while asking Zach and Kelly to take you back. It was easy to get them to promise not to beat you any more. They never really wanted to hurt you in the first place, they just want to use you as a bondage plaything. And since Kelly has a boyfriend now, he doesn't need to fuck you either. So we gave you a choice: you could escape from Dean's abuse, and having to work all chained up as a maid, and go live with Kelly as his bondage toy. All you had to do was get yourself a nice pair of breasts!"

I sniffled, and felt myself about to start crying. "You mean you..why would you do this?? You did all of this just to make me get these breasts?"

She nodded. "That's right, Sissy. This way I made sure your father will never change his mind and want you back. Not a perverted sissy she-male like you! And you know what… all you had to do back in the beginning was admit that you cheated on that test, like a normal person, and get expelled. Then we would have gotten you enrolled in another boarding school the following year. But a pervert like you had to try to cover things up by sucking your teacher's dick! So you brought this on yourself, and we are done with you!"

Tears started to trickle down my cheeks. I briefly tried to struggle against the ropes but they wouldn't budge. "You're horrible!" I shouted at her. "You're just a horrible person!"

"Oh sweetie, you're upset! But don't feel bad. After all, you still have a lot going for you. You have beautiful long hair, and a nice pair of boobs, and you're really attractive… I mean, when you aren't crying, and you don't have cum smeared all over your face!"

More tears spilled down my cheeks, and I tried not to sob.

"Although in a way, I have missed you since you moved back here. It was so much fun to see Lynn parade you around in those pretty outfits, with your hair done up like a sissy," she said. "And I really enjoyed it when they put that penis chastity on you, and then the girls would drag you around by your dick! I tell you, the look on your face was priceless every time they pulled on that chain!"

"That wasn't funny!" I shouted at her.

"Oh, but it was! You all chained up with a ball in your mouth, being dragged around outside, and squealing into that gag every time they tugged on you! But you know, now that you have those nice breasts, we should take some swimsuit pictures of you. You know, showing off those new breasts of yours in a string bikini. Then we can send them to your old headmaster, so he can hang another picture on his wall. That way everyone who ends up in his office can see what happens to boys who misbehave! Bad little boys end up as sissy she-males!"

"Oh my God, no!" I cried.

"Now look on the bright side, Sissy. When you grow up, I think you'll be so pretty that lots of gay men will want to marry you! Or at the very least, you can work as a maid for some rich guy. You know, some queer who's in a sham of a marriage, just for appearances. That way, his wife will sleep with the butler or the chauffeur, and you can sleep with him every night. I mean you have experience working as a maid, and you have plenty of experience sucking cocks, too! What else do you need?"

I just burst into tears and started sobbing. So this was the life she planned for me. A sissy sex toy for a rich gay man.

"Actually, you know what? There is one more thing you could do," she said, stopping to think. "You could have bottom surgery, too. Finish the job!"

"Bottom surgery?" I said between sniffles. "What's that?"

"Oh, you know, you've already had top surgery to give you these," she said, cupping her hands around my breasts and giving them a squeeze that made me squeal. "Now you can have bottom surgery to remove your dick and make you into a girl for good! I mean, you were useless as a boy anyway, and I'm sure more guys would be interested in you after you complete the sex change!"

"Nooo!" I moaned, and started crying again.

Then she got up and said, "So have a nice life, Sissy, whether you become a girl or just stay a fag," and she walked away.

After a while I started to collect myself, and then Zach walked up to me. "Something the matter, Sissy? You look like you've been crying. I saw Lynn's mom just left, did she hit you?"

I shook my head, and sniffled. "No, she's just a horrible old witch!"

"Well, don't worry about her, Sissy. You can stay here with us as long as you want! Tell you what… tonight I'll let you suck my dick instead of Kelly!"

Then he put the ball gag back in my mouth, tousled my hair, shoved me face down on the floor, and walked away. So this was my life now; the best I could hope for. At least my name was Sissy, and not Faggot. As long as I did as I was told, they wouldn't beat me. But no one was going to rescue me.

I had a pair of tits sticking out of my chest, I would dress up in pretty outfits, work as a sissy maid, and serve as a bondage and sex toy for Kelly and his new boyfriend. And Zach would let me suck his cock too. But things could be a lot worse. They could send me back to live with my stepmother.

The End