devin dickie
patreon
(New Writer) The Night Before! by ShreyV
🕑 Added 2023-01-18 08:53:09 +0000 UTCThe Night Before!
Written by ShreyV
© 2019-2030 QoS Comix All Rights Reserved
No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. For permission requests, email to Devinwhitegurl@gmail.com
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.
***DEVIN DICKIE NOTE***
All characters are OVER 18 years of AGE! This is a bullying fantasy and not real. The acts in the following written work are only consensual sexual choices and fantasy humiliation scenarios. Bullying is NOT OKAY and If you or someone you
know is being bullied, please alert the authorities.
The Night Before!
Written by ShreyV
I was happy, way more than I have been in my whole life. I was finally engaged to Samantha- the prettiest girl of our college, and now she was all mine. There she sat talking to her relatives on the other side of the reception hall, looking as ethereal as she did the first time I met her in college.
I was mesmerized, still in shock at how I ended up getting engaged to a girl like Samantha. She was bossy, the "baddie" in college as they liked to call her. Samantha hardly ever noticed me, and the times she did, it was mostly her calling me names and bullying me along with her boyfriend.
Jeremiah- her cool, well-built, protective ex-boyfriend and her "partying past". God knows the harsh ways and those unsolicited insults they have thrown at me every time I have crossed paths with them. I liked Samantha, even when she threw those insults at me. I knew it was all because of that douchebag anyways. He was a bad influence on her, and that's why she said all that stuff to me.
Jeremiah would always have his hands around her petite waist, slowly sliding it down before grabbing her butt
aggressively until they finally started making out, and I would watch with a suppressed anger and jealousy, always wishing for those hands around her plump butt to be mine instead of his.
But good days were finally showing up for me. Here I was, getting married to the girl of my dreams in two months. That boyfriend of hers was long gone from her life, and finally this marriage was happening, along with her consent. Life couldn't be any happier and I couldn't be more thankful to god than I already was to have that bullying beast out of our lives.
Samantha was all mine. Finally. ___
Finally, it's time. Just a day more and Samantha would be mine.
I rented the rooftop of one of those posh skyscrapers that was situated in the middle of the city. It cost a lot, but it's what Samantha wished for and her happiness mattered more than anything. Being the talk of the town and having repeated mentions in the social pages for being the most
lauded socialites, I did my best to provide Samantha and bring her every happiness that I possibly could.
And I was winning. Because she seemed so happy.
The breeze would blow past her face, leaving her hair all flying against the wind. A true goddess of beauty indeed, I would tell myself.
"Hey bro!" Called some of my friends from behind, bringing me out of the trance I was in, "Stop drooling over your would-be wife, you'll be getting enough time to do so tomorrow once the wedding is over."
Yeah, but can you all actually believe our friend here, the one who always got bullied by Samantha, is actually getting to marry her in the end? What is this, a miracle?"
"Shut up." I told them, smiling ear to ear. Indeed it was. A beautiful miracle.
"Nah bro, we ain't shutting up about this one! I'm about to shout it to the entire world and tell everyone that my bestfriend is finally marrying the girl he had a crush on for years!" Ryan, the craziest of all of us, screamed.
"Bro what the fuck? Shut up, you're embarrassing me."
"Let him be." Zach said, "He's just happy for you, man. We all are."
"Yup, we can see how happy you are and that's all we want."
Knowing I had such good friends who always had my back almost brought tears into my eyes. This is the best day ever, I told myself.
"Okay enough with the emotional episode now, it's time we discuss about the party we are going to have tonight!" Said Alex.
"This is like the 15th time you are asking about that!" I told him.
"And I'll be asking for 15 times more! This building is so fucking perfect, I tell you! Swimming pool, mini bar, everything to make the bachelor party perfect! I'm dying for the night to come! Last night of freedom before you marry the baddie, fucking feels great to be a witness here!"
All of us broke into a fit of laughter. I had a feeling the night was about to be great.
___
Beer, party, fun, jokes. Everything was there.
I sat by the bar counter with Zach beside me, holding the glass of alcohol in my hand, sipping on it slowly while watching the rest of the boys having fun to the fullest.
Alex, Ryan and Chris were already jumping into the pool, placing bets on who swims the better and faster. Ryan was singing a weird song that we could hardly make out. Happiness and laughter bloomed in the air.
Everything was fine, until I heard a familiar voice. "Long time no see, Chubs."
My heart stopped, flashbacks from the horrible past hitting me like a truck. I turn my head slowly, praying to gods to not let the worst happen.
But there he was, standing tall and proud, my worst nightmare and Samantha's partying past. Jeremiah was here, wearing a white suit and holding a bag, ready to ruin me and my future. He smirked at me, a smirk I was very familiar with.
"Ayy," he walked forward, his steps coming towards me, "You are almost getting married and you don't tell me? Am I not your friend, chubs?" he whispered, emphasising on the word "friend" as if he really was one.
Beside me, Zach had already turned pale and like a dead corpse. Jeremiah turned to look at him, a sudden shot of disgust churning through his eyes. "Get the fuck off the chair. The groom and I are about to have some fun chat here." He said, looking at me while saying those last words.
When Zach didn't move, Jeremiah pulled him up by his collar and threw him down. The sudden noise of a loud thud caught everyone's attention. Gasps were heard, my friends probably being in the exact same shock that I was going through. Though they wouldn't have any idea about the fear I was dealing with.
"When I say get off, you get off." Jeremiah spoke before taking the seat beside me, "Sorry, I hate it when people don't listen to me." Somehow I felt those words were directed to me.
"What are you drinking? Give me that," he said and snatched my glass away. Unable to protest out of his intimidating presence and my fear for him, I stayed shut.
"So, marrying Samantha huh?"
I gulped, the air suddenly heavy around me.
"You must be so happy, aren't you? Marrying the girl you liked." He leaned closer, "Finally getting the girl you desired for. Are you happy, chubs?"
I stayed quiet. Not being able to look into his eyes, I stayed shut.
"I asked whether you're happy or not, chubs. Do not keep me waiting for an answer now." "I-I am..."
"Or you are?" He asked, in a mocking way. "So you are happy. What a great news, my friend! Our chubs, the failure, that little cowardly bitch who couldn't even talk to the girl he liked without stuttering is finally happy and getting married to the same person! Woohoo! Cheers everyone!"
He snatched my glass away from me and took a sip. My hand shook. My head spinned; the haunting past replaying inside my mind once again.
"So, chubs ain't a pussy anymore. Am I wrong, fellas?" He asked. Nobody answered.
"Am I fucking wrong, fellas?!" Jeremiah let out a large scream, startling everyone. He threw the glass on the floor. It smashed, breaking into pieces and being completely shattered.
This was who he was. A scary fucking monster who would do anything to make you obey to him.
And here he was again. Ready to ruin my perfect day.
Lost in my thoughts, I didn't realise when Jeremiah grabbed me by my shoulders and pulled me closer. "Tell me, how many times have you fucked her?"
I was stunned, shaking and dying from fear. Why was he asking me this?
"Thrice at least, I presume. Right?" His hand around my shoulder got tighter. It hurt.
"Answer me, dude. What are you all shy for? Everyone's friends here. We gotta share some stuff like that with each other for some good laugh, you know." Jeremiah smirked. "Cmon, tell me now. Don't keep us waiting."
I glanced towards my friends. Some were looking at me pathetically, some shook in fear just like me and the others didn't seem to be willing to hold eye contact with me.
"I-I... haven't yet..." I mumbled, so low that it didn't even reach my ears. My head hung low, tears forming in my eyes.
"What was that? Did you just say you haven't yet?!" "Y-Yeah..."
"Bro!" Jeremiah let out a long laugh, "that's fucking pathetic! What the hell!"
The next thing was something I didn't see coming. He punched me. Not on my face, not on my stomach, but right on my dick.
"Ugh!" I let out a scream, grabbing my crotch and trying to reduce the pain.
"C'mon man! I wasn't even here. Me and Samantha broke up way too long ago, and still you couldn't fuck her?!" There came another punch. My legs were left shaking. "What are you, a little boy who doesn't know how to fuck?"
"H-Help..." I whispered, kneeling on the ground and writhing in pain.
"Oh now you want help, hah! Jeremiah kneeled down before crouching over me. "And from you? You think these motherfuckers will help you? That they will fucking disobey me and help a faggot like you?!"
"Is that what y'all gonna do? Tell me, who's going to help this idiot here who couldn't fuck his own fianće till now?"
No replies. No one answered.
No one would dare to. It's Jeremiah. He was a beast, and nobody would like to start a war with a beast like him.
"Yeah, that's what I thought." He said, taking full pride in being able to instil fear in everyone's minds through his cruel acts. "Now get lost, fucker! I have some special talks to do with our groom-to-be here."
I looked up and there it was. That wicked smile that I'm scared of the most. It never meant any good. It was just his way of saying "I'm about to fuck you up."
"J-Jeremiah, please, it's his wedding tomorrow-" Ryan tried to negotiate.
"I said LEAVE." His tone was firm and commanding, enough to get the message across to Ryan. "Clear the area within two minutes or I'll fuck you all up. Understood?!"
I watched in horror as everyone left, some looking back at me pathetically, their eyes screaming "I'm sorry, but please be okay."
I knew I wasn't going to be. There was no way I could be okay with Jeremiah.
"Now that everyone is gone," he smiled, "how about we have some bro talk here?" He suddenly leaned over, his hot breath fanning around my earlobes. "Imma give you some cool tips that can help you with Samantha, okay?"
I could only stare at him, trying to find out what he was about to do to me. "Take off your pants." He commanded.
"W-What?"
"I said, take off your pants."
"W-Why?"
Jeremiah let out a laugh. "Why, you ask? Man, I'm trying to help you here, so do as I say and take off your pants right now."
I stared at him for a second. "I-I don't want to..." A flickering rage turned into courage made me say that to him.
"What did you say?" His voice turned darker. "Did you just say you don't want to?"
I sat silent, the fear in me increasing.
"Say that to my face again, cmon. I wanna hear you say it again."
"I don't want to-" There came a harsh slap on my cheeks, leaving my ears ringing. He suddenly grabbed me by my collar, making me stand up. "The fuck did you say?!" Jeremiah screamed, "How dare you say fucking no to me?!
Do you know the fucking consequences of what I'm about to do to you after this?!"
"I-I am sorry... please! Let me go-"
"Hell nah you don't get to fucking leave anymore!" He pushed me down on the floor once again, "I want you to take off your clothes fucking right now and get naked in front of me completely. And do not dare to say no to me again. Because once you do, I'll punish you in an even harsher way."
Shaking, left with no choice, I slowly took off my suit before unbuttoning my shirt. Jeremiah's eyes stood fixed upon me, watching my every move. The shirt soon found its way on the floor. My hands trembled as I lowered the zipper of my jeans.
"Hurry up!" He said, starling me for the nth time, "we do not have the whole fucking day!"
I rolled it down my legs, taking them off and leaving them on the floor. "Your underwear too." Jeremiah said. My eyes widened. "Please, Jeremiah, I beg you-"
"Take. Your. Underwear. Off."
My hands turned cold as I slowly lowered the band of my underwear before taking off the underwear completely. There I was, standing naked and ruined in front of Jeremiah, with his eyes scanning every inch of my body.
"Bro, what the fuck?!" He started laughing, and kept laughing. "That's a cock? You call that a cock, bro what the fuck!" He grabbed his stomach and kneeled against the bar counter.
Embarrassed. Ashamed. Degraded. I was feeling all of those.
"Wait wait, let me check." He walked towards me before bringing his pinky out and measuring that with my cock.
"Dude that's smaller than my fucking pinky! God, what the fuck is this?!" He laughed again.
Out of nowhere, he suddenly grabbed me by my cock and ran his thumb over my slit harshly, making me hurt. "Fuck! Fuck, Jeremiah, stop-"
"I don't think that I can shoot a lot of come into someone. You have a baby boy's dick, Thomas! How the fuck are you going to fuck Samantha?! No wonder she didn't fucking let you fuck her ever before." He twisted the thing in his hands. I let out a loud hiss, not being able to endure the pain. "Man, I feel sorry for her." He said.
"And what do we have here?" He grabbed my chest and twisted my nipples, all while twisting me down. "Why the fuck do you have boobie like this?!" He placed a hand over his mouth and snickered. "Bro, you're not a fucking man! You're a girl! Men do not have cock like this, and we surely don't have that big boobs. Can you even come?" He said and ran his hand up and down up cock harshly, intentionally hurting me in the process.
I let out a cry, folding my hands and begging Jeremiah to stop. "P-Please, don't do this to me. Please..."
"Man, you can't be the groom. You can never be the groom. You're a pussy," He leaned closer, his eyes telling me what he was thinking wasn't going to be too good for me. "I'll make sure to let everyone know how big of a cunt you are."
___
Even though the events of the night before and what happened at the bachelor party were still fresh in my mind, I was trying my best to focus on my wedding day. The beautiful white tent which was pitched at the centre of the lush gardens outside, made for a perfect venue for a wedding as classy as this. I had filled the guest list himself. The guests included all of my family members and extended family members, my bosses and the board members of the company I worked in, my relatives and their own families. These were some of the most respectable and recognised people in the county and I wouldn’t put it past myself to think that these individuals
formed some of the most powerful and reputed people in the country.
I looked at myself in the mirror and straightened my bowtie. I thought I looked particularly handsome in this light, salmon coloured tuxedo and a darker pink coloured bowtie. His groomsmen were wearing white tuxedos and looked the perfect picture of polished respectability. I looked and sighed in contentment; the day was shaping up to be the perfect day I always wished for. In only a few moments, Samantha would forever be mine and nothing would come between the two of them.
The room where the groomsmen and the groom were hanging out was a large penthouse suite which was on the second floor of the country house that was the venue of the wedding. The room was also being used to house some of the wedding gifts as well as the dressing room of the flower girls. I looked lovingly at the baby pink outfits with the little frills and the pink and white flowers stitched on top. I had custom ordered these outfits for his little flower girls and could just imagine how adorable they would look sashaying down the aisle, spreading petals with their little hands and inviting the adoring looks of all the guests.
Suddenly, I heard his groomsmen stop talking and laughing abruptly. Even before I turned around, cold dread filled his head as he began to beg fate that it was not
what he imagined.
‘Wow, you straight up look like a virginal bride, my man,’ Jeremiah laughed, his tall and broad body perched near the door, watching him in amusement. ‘Pink suit, for your wedding, really? That’s a pansy ass costume you got on.’
Zach, visibly flustered, immediately backed into a chair and fell on his ass on the carpet. Ryan and Chris, also clearly remembering the events of the previous night, turned pale and were speechless. No one expected to see Jeremiah back here again, I genuinely expected that the purpose of Jeremiah in turning up to his bachelor party and humiliating him would be to teach him a lesson or something before the wedding. However, now that he was there on the wedding day itself, I was gripped with a far more fearful thought; he wouldn’t let me get married to Samantha at all.
I would not let that happen, I stepped up and asked, my voice came up a lot shakier than I expected, ‘what do you want?’
Jeremiah entered the room, walking over to me. My heart was pounding, he was huge and I was afraid of what he would do to me if he got in a bad mood. However, he hadn’t stopped smiling, ‘I am here to see if the groom is dressed appropriately for the wedding, and clearly it doesn’t seem to be the case.’ He said, ‘this shade of pink is just not right for a delicate little flower as yourself. I like that one better.’
At first, I couldn’t figure out what he was pointing towards, he was just pointing towards the general direction of the couch. Then I realised what it was that he was pointing towards. On top of the couch, were laid out the little dresses for the flower girls, complete with their tiny shoes.
I looked at him incredulously, there was no way he was being serious. However, when I looked at his face now, his smile had disappeared. He looked like he could wring my hand and crush me with one arm right this second. I could feel my bowels turn into water because of the way he was looking at me. I couldn’t tell if he was being serious or not.
I turned around to enlist the help of my friends, only to find that all of them had disappeared from the room. Jeremiah laughed again, ‘oh, so pussy boy’s little bitch friends have abandoned his little bitch ass? I guess that shouldn’t come as that much of a surprise, considering how pussy bitches stick together.’ Jeremiah came very close to my face and breathed into my face, ‘guess it is just me and you now, huh?’
I stumbled backwards, sweating through the fine fabric of my tuxedo and staining the collar of the fine cotton shirt that I was wearing underneath. Jeremiah roughly pulled me by my hand and growled, ‘So you don’t like my fashion advice, pussy? Well, guess what, this wasn’t a suggestion, this was an order.’ He pulled me towards the couch where the dresses were kept and shoved me into them, and screamed, ‘put on a little girl dress, that is more appropriate for you.’
I was shocked, my head was spinning. I looked at those tiny dresses with the sparkling bows and the frilly ends, wondering what on earth he wanted. I could feel my eyes fill up with water and I imagined how I would have had to persuade him. ‘Please,’ I begged him in a whimpering voice, ‘please don’t do this, I don’t know if I can do this.’
Jeremiah grabbed a bunch of my hair and pulled back my head, I yelped. ‘I think we established last night that you’re not a man worthy of marrying Samantha. Hell, you are not a man at all. So why are you dressed in this suit which looks like a pathetic excuse for a suit anyways. Strip down, and wear this little girl’s clothes. This is what is made for you, this is what is appropriate for you.’
I could feel tears running down my cheeks and my nose starting to water. Every time I felt my dream of marrying Samantha and making her mine is finally within my reach, I was yanked back out to the time when I was a loser and did not have a chance in hell with a girl like Samantha. However, I realised I needed to do this final step before she became mine for the rest of our lives.
‘Fine,’ I sniffled, ‘I am doing it, but this is the last thing I am doing. Please, please leave me alone after this.’ Jeremiah dragged my feet to the ground and roughly removed the handsome coat from my body. I protested, ‘No wait! Let me do this, I don’t want you to do this, I can dress myself.’ But Jeremiah wasn’t having it, he was enjoying the whole process. He grabbed my waist and tugged at the leather belt until the belt fell on the floor. He
ripped the shirt off my chest and sent buttons flying everywhere. He unzipped my pants and roughly shoved them down, the zipper chafing me in my sensitive thighs. He did not stop until I was completely naked, down to my underwear.
‘Here,’ he threw a flower girl dress on my face, ‘wear this, squeeze your pudgy little body inside this dress. This is the dress that you should’ve worn before, this one suits your face and personality.’
I looked at the dress, it was impossible to fit into it. It was a tiny dress meant for little girls, there was no way I could’ve squeezed into that one without bursting into the seams. But somehow, Jeremiah didn’t seem to care about that. First, he unzipped the top zipper of the dress and pulled the fabric apart with his arms. The muscles on his arm worked easily to rip the fabric further, making a larger hole on the top of the dress. He ripped the bottom part of the dress as well and essentially made the dress into a torn-up version of itself, flowers hanging haphazardly from it.
Then he forced my arms to my sides and shoved the dress over my head. The dress reached my shoulders and stopped going further down my body; it wouldn't fit down anymore. Jeremiah grunted as he ripped some more of the dress, forcing it to go on my torso. The dress now reached the top of my chest, it pushed down the fat on my chest painfully downwards. Jeremiah forced it downwards some more. The dress now was clearly decipherable as a little girl’s dress which was torn up and forced on a grown man.
‘Wow, beautiful,’ Jeremiah exclaimed, ‘look at yourself in the mirror, now you truly look like you are going to be married.’ He turned me around to face a large, floor length mirror in the room.
I looked like something that would star in a cartoon for children. My underwear was visible very clearly beneath the ridiculously tiny dress which ended just above my navel. The torn and tied dress was bursting at the seams, the tight dress had pushed all the fat from the top part of my body to the bottom, so my exposed midriff looked like a pudgy old pudding where streaks of fat muscle had collected. Some of the glitter from the dress had rubbed off on my face and I could see pink glitter all over my cheeks,
brow bone and nose. This was the makeup that was done from putting on this dress.
‘Ah, this outfit is somehow missing something,’ Jeremiah contemplated and started looking around the room for something. Finally, his eyes landed on the tiny kitten heels that were there for the flower girls to wear when they would walk down the aisle. ‘Perfect,’ Jeremiah exclaimed as he scooped up those shoes and threw them near my feet. I looked at them incredulously, did he really expect me to put on these tiny shoes on my feet?
‘These are never going to fit on my feet,’ I whimpered, hoping that at last he would pity me and stop with this torture. Jeremiah grabbed my arms and shook me, my head was spinning, ‘bitch, did I ask you what your opinion was? Does a good little lady ever go outside in her perfect outfit without wearing the perfect shoes? These are perfectly your size, squeeze into them.’ He came over to me and before I could sense it, grabbed my crotch painfully, ‘you know what they say,’ he breathed, uncomfortably close to me, ‘big feet mean big dick. You got a tiny ass nugget of a dick, that means, bitch, you can squeeze your tiny ass feet into these shoes. So, I don’t want to hear a thing about how you can’t do it, okay bitch?’
I stepped inside the shoes, my toes immediately reaching the tip of the shoes. Not even half of my feet were being covered by the shoe and my feet were painfully constricted inside. My feet ached within seconds of me putting them inside of those shoes and it was clear that my feet won’t fit properly in them.
‘Now, one last touch for the little lady’s big day,’ Jeremiah crooned, as he pulled a tube of lipstick from one of the dressing tables. He grabbed my face painfully, opened the tube and mashed the red lipstick from the tube onto my lips. I struggled and whimpered, but he rubbed the lipstick hard around my mouth.
At last, he pushed me back with a flourish. ‘There, now you look all ready to walk down the aisle. Now, shall we take a walk, you and me?’ Horrified, I understood what he wanted to do now, he wanted to have me walk the aisle dressed like this and looking like this. I thought I would faint.
‘No, please, you can not do this.’ I was all but begging on my knees, ‘please there are so many of my family members
out there. Oh my God, my bosses are out there, my business partners are out there. Please, they cannot see me like this. I will never be able to meet their eyes ever again.’
Jeremiah laughed so loudly I got scared for a second, ‘That is precisely what I am trying to do.’
The small heels clacked against the lobby of the hotel so loudly I was scared someone might find me out before Jeremiah had even gotten what he intended. Jeremiah was holding the top part of my right arm and trying to drag me along. I said trying because I was painfully trying to keep up the pace, my feet hurting so bad in those small shoes.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see one of the wedding planner assistants standing there with her mouth wide open, gaping at me as I passed by hobbling in my tiny dress. One of the assistant’s runs up to me, clearly very concerned and hesitatingly says, ‘Um, sir. I was asked to inform you that the ceremony is about to start. The bride is already at the altar as the ceremony was scheduled to start 30 minutes ago.’ I knew why my friends hadn’t intervened; they were too busy hiding from everyone why I was running late to my own wedding. I could imagine, poor
Samantha, waiting for me at the altar when I was supposed to be the one waiting for her.
Jeremiah painfully tugged at my arm, ‘Well, did you not hear what she said? The bride is waiting for us, we have to hurry up to not keep her waiting, don’t we?’ He hurried me along as I dragged my feet.
As I neared the tent where everything was set up for my and Samantha’s wedding ceremony, I could hear the multitudes of people inside who were talking, presumably about where I was. Jeremiah stopped before the entrance of the tent, ‘wait here,’ he ordered me before he stepped inside the tent. The garden area was completely deserted, all of the guests had moved inside the tent area for the ceremony. Everyone was mingling with each other and dressed to the nines, in formal dresses and suits, shiny shoes and styled hair and designer perfumes.
‘Excuse me, everyone,’ I could hear Jeremiah loudly proclaim from inside the tent, ‘may I have everyone’s attention please.’ I could hear a hush falling over the chatter inside, but I could still hear people speaking, ‘hey!’,
Jeremiah screamed louder, now, ‘shut the fuck up and take your seats. Now.’
I could hear a hurried scuffle while the people inside scurried and hurried to their seats. Jeremiah’s forceful presence made them pay attention, as it was making him do all these things. I briefly considered running away from there, but something made me reconsider. Something told me that if I tried to run away, Jeremiah would catch me and drag me back here.
‘I know you all are right now waiting for the groom to arrive, and I am sorry but I was the one who made him late,’ I heard Jeremiah speak inside, ‘I am very sad to say that the groom still hasn’t arrived, and he would not probably arrive today for the wedding as well.’
The people inside erupted in a murmur as they started
discussing within themselves what this meant. I heard Samantha’s shrill voice trill out, ‘What the fuck, Jeremiah. What are you fucking doing here, and where the fuck is Thomas?’
Jeremiah laughed out loud, ‘Sweet, sexy Samantha, I will never understand what you see in that weasel. He is like a pile of mayonnaise compared to you, and you agreed to marry him.’
‘Shut the fuck up and tell me where he is, and what are you doing here,’ Samantha screamed. ‘Oh! good heavens,’ I heard some elderly lady exclaim.
Jeremiah chuckled, ‘As I was saying, the groom will unfortunately not be able to join you right at this moment, but I have someone else out there who would be very happy to join you. That is, your wedding’s own special flower girl.’
Murmurs erupted again as Jeremiah swiftly came back out, grabbed my hand and took me inside. The moment I enter the tent, the conversation stops completely. There’s not even a pin drop that is heard as everyone turns to look at me. I see several jaws drop, eyes rounded in shock and confusion. Many ladies clap their hands on their mouths, there are many men who look at me with a confused expression on their face as they are not able to figure out if
the way I am dressed is because of a joke or because I seriously dressed like this.
‘Behold, here is your flower girl,’ Jeremiah announced to the crowd. There were a multitude of people in there, all of them were looking at me in shock. People had left their children at home and come for this event, expecting fun and enjoyment. I expected today to be the day when I finally made Samantha mine. I had such dreams for what would happen after our wedding day, we would finally become intimate with each other. I looked up and saw her at the aisle, her face was a mask of shock, her eyes had widened in surprise. She looked beautiful in the white gown that she was wearing, like an ethereal goddess. Her hair was flowing from her shoulders and she was carrying a bouquet of red roses.
Jeremiah tore off a bunch of flowers which were hanging on the tent wall and ripped off their petals. He yanked the little basket which I was holding because he wanted me to completely embody a flower girl and shoved the petals inside that basked, ‘Now, what I want you to do is, I want you to walk to the aisle like a normal flower girl would, and take your time and spread the flower petals nice and even across this path. Remember, you are a flower girl and your
responsibilities are very important. If you fail to scatter the flowers in the right manner, I may need to punish you. I would love to punish you, but you will not like what I will do to you in order to punish you. Do you want me to repeat my instructions or do you understand what I want completely?’
I nodded meekly, I had to do this in front of everyone in order to make it over, when it is finally over, I will get to marry my Samantha and we will be happy forever.
I gingerly walked forward; the shoes were so tiny that it was not possible to take more than one tiny step at a time. I realised that the journey from the entrance of the tent to the altar would be a long one, and I had to make it. I took one step, which was like a little skip, and I took another little skip step after that. The tiny heeled shoe was making me hop on my tippy toes and I was walking like I was skipping. I had to remember to spread the petals too as I was skipping and I took a small bunch and threw it around.
‘No, not like that you don’t,’ Jeremiah remarked from behind me, ‘you have to throw it like the flower girl would.
Honestly, Samantha,’ he looked up at Samantha who was standing on the altar, ‘is this the man you are going to marry? I don’t think he can even be called a man at this point.’
I took a small bunch of petals and daintily threw them in front of me, trying to be as elaborate as I possibly can. I took two steps this way when I heard a small chuckle beside me and saw a man trying his best to stifle his laughter. Soon enough the lady beside him saw him trying to stifle his laughter and she began to chuckle too. A low hum of small laughs and chuckles broke out all over the seating area as I hopped my way towards the aisle, and before I knew I could hear roaring laughter from everywhere. The people were all looking at me wearing a tiny flower girl dress and tiny flower girl shoes, carrying a dainty flower basket with pink and white ribbons around it and daintily sprinkling petals from the basket.
Because the floor was covered in flower petals and I was wearing very tiny shoes, I slipped on some flower petals and landed on my ass. This was the final thing that burst the dam of laughter among the guests and the crowd erupted with a roaring laughter upon witnessing that. I could see Jeremiah holding on to a nearby bench to steady
himself as he was laughing very hard, he had doubled down with laughter. I could see Samantha on the altar as well, laughing with the other bridesmaids. One of them was mimicking how I fell down and actually fell down while laughing.
By the time I managed to reach the altar, the people had already been laughing for a really long time. Samantha was laughing now as well, so were her bridesmaids and my groomsmen. Jeremiah was laughing too, he looked me up and down as he came up to the front of the tent as well, where me and Samantha were standing.
‘Come on now, guys, I think he did pretty well for a first-time flower girl, didn’t he?’ Jeremiah asked and the crowd erupted into fresh laughter. ‘You may wonder why I made him the flower girl when he very clearly isn’t a girl? But that’s where you all are wrong; Thomas misses something very important that makes you a man and hence it is very appropriate for us to think of him as a girl.’
He turned to me and said, ‘well now, Thomas, why don’t you show the crowd what Samantha would be getting on her wedding night? Come on, don’t be shy, we all know
that these are some of your closest friends and family members. If these people don’t see what you have to offer then who will?’
This was accompanied by a thunderous rousing support and applause from the crowd and I could hear many people chanting, ‘do it! Do it! Do it!’.
‘Come on, Thomas, you do not want to disappoint your guests, do you?’ Jeremiah asked, as he put his hands on the bands of my underwear and tugged it down. This was followed by a thunderous shouting and encouragement from the crowd, interspersed by people breaking out in laughter
‘Look at how tiny this is, oh wow,’ Jeremiah laughed out, ‘this doesn’t even come close to my own penis, even when it is flaccid.’ With that, he unzips his own pants and takes out his penis, which was easily four times the size of my own. He stands near me and shows it to the people, ‘who do you think can really fill Samantha’s mouth with their penis, me or him?’
‘You, you,’ people shouted out in unison. ‘So little Thomas here doesn’t have a cock, this is a pussy. So, he should not want to fuck Samantha, he should want to suck dick. Fortunately for him, I am willing to offer him a once in the lifetime opportunity to suck my dick. If he can throat this monster, he will be able to suck any dick he wants.’
Jeremiah laid a strong hand on my shoulder and pushed me to my knees, his dick was looming in front of me like an enormous thing. He held the back of my head and in one swift motion, his dick was inside my mouth. He was enormous, I could feel the tip of his penis ramming against the back of my throat as he fucked my mouth rapidly and deeply. I could hear the crowd encouraging him, he was stroking my head. After a while, he let go of my hair but I kept sucking him in the same motion. I couldn’t even take him completely in my mouth, he was so big. But I took him in as much as I could have.
Jeremiah’s dick was going in and out of my mouth rapidly and I could not keep up, I couldn’t even think that a person could have such a big dick. The fact that I was now giving him a blowjob and my mouth could take in so much dick was fascinating to me and apparently the other people were loving it as well.
‘You see that, people?’ Jeremiah asked the crowd, ‘You see this, Samantha? He is a natural, look how good he is sucking me, I swear I’ve never had girls suck me so well. He is a natural, look at all that cum dribbling down his mouth, have you ever seen anything like it?’ The crowd roared louder, cheering me on and encouraging me to suck his dick more.
‘He does this so well; I wonder what else that women are supposed to do does he do good.’ Jeremiah asked. In a swift motion, Jeremiah fished out a small bottle from his pants which were dropped, and squeezed some lube on his penis. ‘Bend over, bend over that beautiful butt. I’m going to fuck you so hard right now, right in front of all these people, and you are going to love it.’
He grabbed my butt and pulled it towards him, getting down on his knees. Before I knew it, his thick and hard dick was slowly slipping inside my butt, filling me on the insides. I cried out loud, feeling myself getting ripped apart. This wasn't what I wanted. Everyone was watching. Samantha was watching. My parents were watching.
Within a second, I lost my respect within my own eyes.
"P-Please, stop... please..." I whispered, not being able to take the pain.
Jeremiah slowly increased his speed, as the crowd began to encourage him to pound me good, to fuck me hard, and listening to this he started increasing his speed. At one point, he grabbed my shoulders and started riding me. I could hear his balls smack my butt and make the slapping sounds. He put is fingers inside my mouth and asked me, "Scream that you're my fucking bitch!"
When I didn't he smacked me hard, making his cock hit deeper. I winced.
‘Yours! I'm yours,'
‘No,’ Jeremiah asked again, ‘Whose bitch are you? Say my name.’
‘J-Jeremiah’s, I am Jeremiah’s bitch that’s what I am,’ I answered, crying loudly. ‘Yeah, that’s right bitch,’ said Jeremiah as he started moving in me faster and faster.
I could feel him throbbing in my insides as he rode me faster and faster. I pulled my butt up higher so he could access it more, and he pounded into me even faster. I caught a glimpse of the people who were watching us, they were all standing or cheering him on. I saw many men and many women whose hands were down their pants, they stroking themselves as they saw my tiny dicked self getting fucked really hard by Jeremiah’s long and hard dick.
Jeremiah started drilling into me without a break, my body was going back and forth as he prepared to dump it all inside me. After drilling me for a very long time, I felt Jeremiah shudder as he came inside me, and exited me with a flourish after a little while. I stand up and look at the people who have continued cheering as he finished.
Jeremiah took my dick between his fingers and said, ‘Do you think you could feel like this inside someone, like I just felt inside you?’ I shook my head, ‘N-No, I won’t...’ I answered.
Jeremiah lifted the dress that I was wearing and touched my nipples, they were sore. ‘Do you guys think I fucked Thomas good?’ He asked the crowd, the crowd went wild
and cheered. ‘Do you think Jeremiah could have been able to fuck Samantha the way I just fucked him?’ He asked the crowd again. ‘No, no,’ the crowd answered in unison.
‘Come here, Thomas, give me a kiss. I loved fucking you, you were very obedient to me today. I want to reward you by kissing you.’ Jeremiah outstretched an arm towards me, inviting me into his arms. I walked over towards him and he put his arms around my waist, and gave a sharp smack on my butt. I felt it sting, especially because it was bare.
Jeremiah passionately claimed my mouth with his own and slipped his tongue inside my mouth. I could feel his hand on my butt, his finger playing with the entrance of my butt, slightly entering it. ‘Yeah, finger him good, show him who’s the boss,’ someone exclaimed from the crowd, I could not tell who it was. I felt him rolling his tongue around my own, in a reminder of how he has claimed me and made me his, in front of all these people.
I felt disgusted with myself.
He let go of me and raised his arms in a triumphant way over his head, one final time to rouse the audience. The crowd went wild again and he descended the altar. He turned to me and said, ‘You have been a very good boy. I think it's good that you are marrying Samantha. I feel like me and you are going to have tons of encounters like this in the future.’ With this, he strode away and left the tent. But before he left, I saw that he had managed to stuff his jeans pocket with the underwear that I was wearing.
___
"You think I don't know what you're doing?" "Well, why not join into the fun then?"
"You know well enough that I don't like that dickhead. Watching you being married to him is bad enough."
I gulped. This was the third time this week. After everything happened, Samantha and I left for a honeymoon in Paris for 3 week, without letting anyone know. But damn my luck, here he was again.
It was evident Samantha didn't really like me in any way. She was the one who called him here, she gave him all the details and now here he was, visiting almost everyday and fucking her while being loud so that I can hear everything.
I started taking careful steps, making sure my footsteps were not heard, even though all they wanted was to humiliate me further and let me know how Jeremiah can give her the pleasure I can never.
I stopped in front of the door, tilting my head slightly to see what was going on inside.
Snagging her arm, Jeremiah spun her around, pressing her stomach against the wall. Fisting her hair, he rumbled menacingly in her ear. "I still don't know why you said yes for marrying that faggot." His hands travelled down to her body, "Did you think he'd have a big dick and fuck you good, huh?"
"You really think I'm that dumb, don't you?" She replied, "I only married him for his money. You were gone from my life, and I had to make a living somehow. He seemed to
be the best option, being head over heels for me and doing whatever I ever wished for. So why not?"
I felt the betrayal hitting him once again. Samantha being like this was something I still couldn't endure. I really hoped she would come to love me as much as I loved her. But I guess that was never going to happen anyways.
"A living, huh?" I watched how his hands went inside her shirt and pressed against her chest, "I want you so bad right now, babe."
"You have to wait- Oh!" Samantha pressed a hand over her mouth as a sharp sound filled up the walls of our bedroom. Yes, our bedroom. The one where me and Samantha were supposed to spend a good time. It was the same bedroom where I had to watch them fucking.
She jolted at the quick sting of pain as Jeremiah spanked her out of nowhere.
"Quiet." He ordered. A big hand roughly pushed her back, pressing her stomach flat against the bed. Instinctively, Samantha wiggled her hips in an attempt to get out of his grip. "Jeremiah, c'mon. Don't be so rough. He already knows you are here. What if he comes and watches-"
"Shut up." He rasped, "If he decided to come, then just let him watch how I fuck you right now. The little dick of his might even get some tips, I'm sure he never even held any women in his arms."
A laugh escaped her lips, which soon turned into a soft cry when Jeremiah gave her another slap with a deep growl. "You're going to be punished really hard. " He warned, his voice thick as he landed another blow, "Who gave you the permission to call that small dick up and say yes for a wedding?" He slapped her twice more, and Samantha just couldn't stop herself from crying out. "Do you want his dick now?"
"Fuck, no." She huffed, "That small dick will barely be able to enter me, Jeremiah."
Jeremiah spanked her once more, his hand finally landing over her ass. "Good girl. Do not even think about that idiot, my dick is much more bigger and thicker and it will always satisfy you to fuck with me."
I felt disgusted by the shameful words they were speaking about me but nonetheless, I was turning hot. My skin felt hot, goosebumps slowly rising. I didn't like the insult they did to me but apparently, my body was reacting a little differently and seemed to be turned on.
"Oh I know," Said Samantha, "That little dick is of no use. Please fuck me now." She whimpered, pressing her back on him and grinding against Jeremiah to let him know that she was needy for him. Witnessing such an action caused the heat to rush down to my southern regions. I felt my manhood stirring up and hated myself even more.
"You like this, don't you?" He asked her huskily, "You like it when I punish you like this." All she could do was whimper, shake her head. At her response he gave her another slap and she moaned loudly in response.
"Bad liar, then why are you so wet?" He rasped, sliding a finger over her wet flesh. "Did you get excited for that idiot then, hmm? You want that small dick in you?"
"No!" Keening, she pushed back against his finger instinctively. "Please... you know I only want you." His finger dipped inside her, stroking her sensitive flesh.
"Fuck yes!" Samantha almost screamed out in pleasure but then pressed a hand over her mouth to silent herself. "Uh uh, silencing yourself?" His finger ceased back to her opening before adding another, stretching her flesh and then withdrawing. "For who? So that Thomas doesn't hear you being a whore for my cock? Do you want him that bad?"
"No I don't!" Samantha whispered back.
I couldn't believe himself that I was just standing there and witnessing them engaging in a sexual act by humiliating me even more than they have already done to me at the wedding reception. But my body had a mind of
its own and no matter the disrespect I was facing, my manly needs were making me stay and watch till the end.
"Want me to finger you then?" Jeremiah asked. Samantha shook her head as yes vigorously. "Only me?" He asked.
"Yes, yes!"
"Too bad, I don't trust your words yet." His finger withdrew from her opening and she sobbed at the empty ache it left behind, the scene causing my manhood to start stretching against his pants.
"Please J-Jeremiah..."
"Yes, just beg like that and tell me you only want my cock in you." He rumbled, his voice awed. "Get on all fours."
With a low needy sound she complied, getting on her knees. "Please, just fuck me..."
His hand came up from behind and slapped her thigh, making her jump. Then he wrapped her thick hair around his fist, pulling her back against his hard body. "Hands behind your back."
Biting her lip, Samantha did what she was told. Jeremiah clamped her wrist with his free hand, holding them behind the small of her back. He pushed forward, pressing his thick erection against her opening from behind. "Is this what you want, my cock in you, nice and deep?"
I didn't know when but my hands were already travelling down to my body, tracing those stretched outlines on my pants that indicated how aroused I was.
"Yes, I want it." She moaned.
"Fucking liar." Jeremiah growled, "You're one naughty whore. Marrying another guy, knowing he won't ever be able to fuck you better than I am, and then pleading in front on me? You think I won't know?"
"That's not the truth!" She whisper-yelled, grinding back to his arousal.
"Tell me then. What is it that you think about that good-for-nothing's dick and what you actually want." Jeremiah moved slowly, teasing his erection along her swollen sex, "Want my cock inside you, making you come hard?"
"F-Fuck!" She shivered at the contact, making me flinch as my hand touched my clothed tip. I felt a wet patch along my pants, indicating that I was more than just aroused. I suppressed down the moans that wanted to leave my mouth, trying to hold my inner desires down.
"Tell me and I'll fuck you just the way you want it, love." He suckled her neck, his tongue gliding along her skin. "Tell me I'm the one who's able to pleasure you the best. That little dick of Thomas won't be able to pleasure you in any way and he will be coming in seconds without even doing anything." Rocking his hips, he rubbed her aching clit with his hot thrusts.
"Fuck J-Jeremiah!" Her lips quivered, the erotic sight of her doing things to my body. "Thomas can never fuck me with his small dick. Only you can. You fill me up so good, so nice. I can come just by having you inside me."
"And Thomas? What can he do to you?" The thick head of his cock pressed against her opening, slowly easing inside her a little bit. I squeezed myself through my own pants, feeling my erection begging me to let him out.
"Thomas can't do shit. He is a loser, which is why I dumped that guy back in college. His dick is so small I wonder whether it is even visible with naked eyes or not. I will never leave such a big cock like yours and go to that nincompoop. Trust me, it was just for his money that I agreed for this marriage. But even if it were to happen someday, I highly doubt whether he would be able to make me, or any girl, come with that little size of his."
Jeremiah snarled, thrusting his hips forward. Samantha cried out, her back arching. Jeremiah did it again and again, slamming inside her to the hilt. He released her hair, his hand wrapping around her throat.
Unable to take the unbearable pain any longer, I immediately unzipped his pants and pulled out my throbbing cock. It throbbed hard against my hand, already leaking pre-cum. I began to stroke myself softly, feeling my member already twitching in my hands as I continued to watch them fuck.
Samantha jolted when Jeremiah thrusted in deep inside her. Her insides quivered. She came almost instantly, quaking over his hard thrusts.
Jeremiah's lips were against his ear, his breathing harsh. "That's it! Come on my cock, let me feel it! See how you come as I fuck you nice and good!" His hand went around her throat, cutting off her soft moans. "Could Thomas ever make you come like this? I highly doubt it!"
"No he would have never been able to fuck me so good like you do, Jeremiah !" She cried out hoarsely, "This is why I'm dating you even when I'm fucking married to him. You fuck me so good, Jeremiah. Your cock feels so nice in me, fuck!"
"Hear that, little bitch?! I fuck her way way better than you! You will never be able to touch her! I'm the one who owns her, faggot!"
The pace of my hands on my aching dick grew fast, despite having Jeremiah call me out like that. He knew. He knew I was watching. He was doing it all on purpose.
I was beyond pissed to hear them talking about me like that, degrading me down to such a point but the other part of me also found it very hot. I was extremely turned on, which was quite obvious by how badly my cock was aching in his hands.
"Tell me again!" He demanded, thrusting so deep he hit her cervix. "Tell me how better I am than him!"
"Harder! Harder, Jeremiah! Oh, you fuck me so good! Oh fuck!" She finally came, her body spasming around him. The erotic scene had me pushing over the edge. I began to stroke myself hard, soon ejaculating and shooting a huge load of my hot sperm out from the velvety slit of my round tip.
Throwing his head back, Jeremiah let out a roar, finding his own release. He never stopped his violent thrusts. Shoving her back down onto the bed he grabbed her hips, his hands digging into her skin. He slammed her back against him, meeting his hard thrusts.
"Thomas is a fucking idiot for not being able to fuck while he has such a hot babe with him." His hand smacked her sore backside, "He will never get to feel this warm pussy around him. Fuck, you are so tight, Sam!"
I watched how she came again, much to her own shock, and trembled violently. Jeremiah snatched her up against him and continued on with his hard pounding.
"F-Fuck, Jeremiah! I only want your fat cock in me." She cried out.
I put my dick back into my pants and left the scene silently, suddenly ashamed of myself and not wanting to watch any more of it. Samantha was never mine, and she would never become so.
Comments
Sissy Vicky Pussy Mouth
I love the concept of this, would have like to have seen him more humiliated, like being put in panties, just more on display for everyone to see
