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Jinxed! By Throne
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By THRONE
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**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.
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Jinxed!
By THRONE
My wife Jinx is making me write this. She says I have to be absolutely honest. She also told me to skip any boring parts and just concentrate on the way she treats me.
I'll keep our backstory brief. I'm a short guy with a soft body. She's not much taller than me, but has a desirably full figure that makes men stop and stare, especially at her fabulously large bust. We were introduced by friends of mine. Looking back, I realize that those guys and gals were having a laugh by hooking me up with someone so high above my station. They also knew that she had a reputation for taking advantage of her boyfriends and then tossing them away like used tampons. I was especially disadvantaged because, along with my limited height and undeveloped physique, I have a laughably small penis. Like I said, I have to be totally truthful.
We dated and she was less concerned about my short dick than about my deep pockets. I have a huge trust fund and a modest house, both courtesy of my mother. My Dad suffered a nervous breakdown when she divorced him and got everything. Now she was living with her young stud of a lover. Jinx and I had a whirlwind courtship and I suddenly found myself married to the girl of my dreams. Before we took our vows, there was no sex. She said she was saving herself until we were legally wed. On the big night, she stripped down to only her stockings and had me get
naked. I was so overexcited that, when she touched my pecker, I spurted in less than a minute. Instead of being mad, she declared that it would be fine, because I could take care of her needs with my mouth. I didn't want to do that, but as guilty as I felt about my shortcomings and speedy finishing time, I did what she wanted. After that, somehow, those practices became our sex life. I got a quickie hand-job and she kept my head between her shapely thighs until she enjoyed multiple orgasms. Jinx made it clear that, with me being the one at fault, we would stick to that routine. I was too fearful of losing her to do more than go along to get along.
After a few months, she announced that she had met a nice fellow at the gym where she worked out to keep her stunning shape. He had just moved into the area, was staying with another guy, and didn't know anyone else. She invited him to come for dinner, without consulting me. I saw it as a chance for me to please her, if I welcomed our guest and treated him politely. That was my plan. It sounded good until he arrived. His name was Drake. He was tall and had broad shoulders. His short-sleeve shirt showed off well developed arms. Tight slacks made it clear that what he had between his legs put my undersized member to shame. I was immediately intimidated. If all that hadn't been enough, he was Black.
Drake had bought a bottle of red wine and made a gift of it to my wife. I felt left out as the two of them chatted. She belatedly remembered to introduce me.
"This is my husband, Manford," she said.
I clarified, "People call me Manny."
He smiled and held out his large hand. "Nice to meet you, Mini."
Before I could correct him, Jinx asked if he could open the bottle in the kitchen. I stayed behind and could hear them talking but not make out individual words. There was also some laughter. Then they returned with two filled glasses, though none for me. As they sat on the sofa, my bride suggested that I get myself a soda, adding that ginger ale would be good for my delicate tummy. I left the room unhappily, feeling like an outsider in my own home. She had instructed me to prepare a casserole that afternoon, so it could be popped into the over when wanted. I put it in and turned on the heat, setting the timer to alert me once it was done.
When I returned to them, I was upset that they were discussing our sex life, as if it was a perfectly acceptable topic. I sat on a wingchair across from them, feeling dwarfed by the big piece of furniture.
Jinx said casually, "Manny has a problem with premature... you know."
Drake gave me a piercing stare. "That true, Mini? You finish almost before you get started?"
"Well, we're working on that and..."
My wife unhelpfully contributed, "He always finishes in my hand. Maybe the root problem is that his pee-pee is a junior model."
"Whoa," exclaimed Drake. "Itty-bitty and with a hair trigger. That's not good, little guy."
I sat there cringing. "I'll probably get over it in time."
"After he squirts," said Jinx, "I wipe his mess off my fingers and into his hair. Meanwhile, thank goodness that he can give me some jollies with his mouth."
"Does he stay down there until the job is done?" Drake wanted to know.
"Oh, yes," she assured him. "Mini is a good boy that way."
Why was she mispronouncing my name like he did? My temper was getting the better of me. Uncharacteristically, I was coming close to making an outburst.
"With me," Drake declared confidently, "there isn't either of those problems. No way. I got the full-size tool for the job. Super-size, some girls have called it. And I can go all night long."
I sprang to my feet and moved toward him. "That's enough! You can't talk that way around my wife."
"Mini!" my bride snapped at me. "You can't yap at my guest like that. You owe both of us an apology."
"The lady is right," he agreed. "You disrespected her. We need to hear some big I'm-sorry talk. Especially for your sweet wifey."
That brought me up short. I thought I was doing the right thing. Instead, both of them were angry with me. Jinx glared at me with disapproval.
I stammered, "It... it wasn't any... anything."
Drake stood and stared down at me, his dark face deadly serious. "Are you refusing to apologize to her?" He took a menacing step toward me.
When I jerked backward, I stumbled and fell on my bum. With him towering over me, I was overcome by a sense of helplessness.
"Jinx," I said contritely, "I'm sorry if I..."
"If?" She shook her head. "Are you going to pretend that was nothing? Really?"
Drake suggested, "Why don't you go to her and say the right words, Mini?"
Jinx insisted, "And don't bother getting up."
What did she mean? I rolled over and got onto my hands and knees. Hoping to placate her, I began to crawl. I didn't want to sink any deeper into that quagmire of my own creation. Her expression was icy. At her feet, I gazed up hopefully. She did not warm to that. I stammered out a prolonged apology, repeating myself several times before I ran out of words.
Jinx got up and went to Drake. "Mini is so clumsy at apologizing that I'd better help him out before he misspeaks to you again." She took his dark hands in her pale ones, accentuating the differences in their size. "I'm sorry my idiot husband talked to you that way. Please forgive him." Her eyes were locked on his.
"Well," he said thoughtfully, "how about if I put him on probation? Let's see if he can behave for the rest of the evening."
"Thank you," she told him, closing her eyes, parting her lips, and turning her face up.
He brought his mouth down onto hers for a brief kiss. That pushed me over the edge. I got clumsily to my feet. "Darn it, Jinx, you can't do that."
"Can't do what?" Anger flared up in her tone. "Are you telling me I can't accept a friendly kiss from someone you insulted, as part of me having to deal with your rudeness? Are you suddenly the boss of me, Mini?"
"Yeah, chump," Drake added firmly. "Are you supposed to be Mr. Macho?"
I was nonplussed. Why was everything getting turned around? How come I kept ending up as the bad person?
"It was just..." My attention went back and forth between the two of them. "I didn't mean to..."
My wife said, "Maybe you need a second chance, so you can cool down and show me some respect."
Jinx demonstrated her idea of giving me another opportunity to
react properly. She opened her arms to Drake. He repeated the kiss, except that this time it grew into an open-mouthed lip-lock. She clung to him, with one of her hands drifting down until it found his crotch.
When they finally separated, she told him, "I didn't mean to touch you... um... down there. But when I did, it felt like your boast about your size wasn't an exaggeration."
"Hell, no, it wasn't. I don't think your grumpy husband's bits would stack up too good against what I've got."
"You know," she said with sudden inspiration, "there's only one way to find out for sure. Let's do a comparison test. Maybe that will help him to back up his pushy attitude."
"I don't mind doing that," Drake stated boldly. "And I'm sure he's up for it." Turning his attention back to me, he wanted to know, "Isn't that right?"
In my confusion and upset, it somehow felt correct to accept the challenge. Maybe I thought Jinx would be impressed by my resolve. I don't know. But in retrospect, it was the wrong thing to do. I mumbled my acceptance and our guest undid his belt at once. My wife undid the top of his pants and lowered his fly. She turned to me and got my belt and slacks started.
Sounding like she was announcing a fight, she said, "In this corner, we have Drake the Snake. Over there is Mini With The Skinny. Let's see what you've got, fellows."
Drake arrogantly whipped out a cock that made my eyes go wide and my jaw drop. He smirked at me. "Better close them lips, Mini. Your wife might think you want to get your mouth on my sausage."
"I don't... I'm not..."
Jinx intervened, "Time to unveil your secret weapon, Mini. Show Drake what he's up against."
I fumbled inside my pants. It wasn't easy to expose my dick because there was so little to work with. It wasn't even up to its usual unimpressive dimensions, having shrunk further from the stress I was undergoing. I managed to free it and stood there with that poor excuse for a penis on display.
Drake cracked up with laughter and pointed at it. "Damn, boy. If that was any smaller, it wouldn't show at all. No wonder you have to use your mouth for sex."
My wife put both hands on his impressive bicep. "It's so difficult for me to not have the real thing in bed. I wish I could feel a king size one, even if it was just to touch it."
The commanding Black man told her, "I'm not stopping you, girl." His head swiveled toward me. "You're not going to be a jerk and try to tell her she can't, are you, Mini?"
"I..." The situation had gotten away from me completely. "She shouldn't..."
"That sounded like a yes to me," declared Drake. "To me, too," seconded Jinx.
It stunned me when she sank to her knees in front of him. He ordered me to move to a position from which I would have a clear view of their interaction. I tried to speak, attempted to forbid what was about to happen, but my voice wouldn't function. She put both hands on his shaft, tenderly caressing it. To my horror, it began to grow and didn't stop until it had gained inches and added girth. She lovingly stroked it, mesmerized by what she was seeing. As if in a trance, she brought her face forward and kissed it on the tip.
Drake said, "You know you're not allowed to get the game started and then not finish it."
She sounded mellowly intoxicated by her nearness to his rod. In a dreamy voice she agreed, "That's true."
As if I wasn't right there, staring at the scene and being torn apart by jealousy, she capped the thick head with her mouth and sealed her lips around the shaft behind it. Jinx purred as she moved her head back and forth, taking in more of his enviable length with each effort. I couldn't believe how much she accommodated without choking. Had she done this before, with other well-endowed guys, prior to our marriage? She massaged his
heavy balls and stroked those firm thighs. Backing off to let him slip free, she snaked her tongue all over his glistening organ and even licked his balls.
During a momentary cessation, she told me, "Get down on your knees, Mini, so you can get a close-up view of my technique."
"Yeah," seconded Drake. "Do that. I can tell that what you really want is to take her place. Probably been a secret sissy all along. Now that you've seen my dark meat, you can't stop thinking about it."
I was dazed as I dropped to my knees. Jinx motioned for me to move nearer. When I was close enough, she put a hand behind my head, pulled me in, and licked my lips with her cheating mouth that had just come off Drake's enormous weapon. She resumed lavishing attention on it. I didn't retreat. The next time she paused, it was to kiss me hard. The third one included her tongue shoving itself against mine. I wasn't sure, but thought I might be tasting Drake's secretions, the clear drops of fluid that he must be producing. Then she ignored me to focus entirely on the man who was being given what I had always been denied, and was too timid to request, let alone demand. His breathing quickened. Those weighty balls were about to be emptied. Would she at least finish him with her hand, so that his semen didn't end up in her mouth? She would not. Instead, she spiritedly sucked until, with a loud grunt, he spurted. Jinx swallowed greedily. She kept pampering his prick until his respiration slowed.
He sighed and said, "Don't leave Mini out of this. Give the sissy a kiss."
Jinx put her hands on the sides of my face. All at once, she was kissing me. My mouth opened in surprise and she invaded it, feeding me a generous portion of Drake's ejaculate. Unable to breath, except through my nose, I gagged down the warm mass of slime. My eyes went to Drake. He was grinning in triumph.
A few days later, while I was still recovering from all that, my wife gave me bad news. What I was telling myself was that the wine had made Jinx act the way she did. That wasn't very convincing, considering how little she had drunk.
Then I got her shocking announcement. "Drake is still crashing with a buddy but that guy isn't comfortable having his girlfriend around such a stud. I can sure understand that."
"Me too," I agreed sullenly.
"That's why I invited Drake to move into our spare bedroom, until he gets a place of his own."
"WHAT?"
Her reproving expression silenced me. I remained mute after she added, "Please don't overreact like you did when he was here. You know what that led to."
Somehow, she had established that the incident had been my fault and that I should simply accept what had transpired. Jinx stood there with her hands on her well-upholstered hips, daring me to say another word. That evening, Drake arrived with a load of his
possessions. It wasn't a lot, yet it filled me with dread to see him carrying in the boxes. My wife's attention was mainly on how the weight he was handling made his arms bulge, and how effortlessly he did the job. Later on, they sat on the couch watching TV. Jinx had decided that the bathroom was in urgent need of cleaning and it would embarrass her to have our new invitee see it like that any longer than necessary. Therefore, I was tasked with cleaning it from top to bottom. Insisting that I shouldn't get my clothes dirty, she had me work while wearing nothing but a pair of jockey shorts. They were ones that I didn't remember ever seeing before. Not only were they powder blue, but being several sizes too small, they emphasized my unmanly bottom and undersized package.
After I'd been laboring in there for an hour, Drake entered. I tried to leave but he told me, "You can stay, Mini. I won't be but a minute."
Standing in front of the toilet, wearing a muscle shirt and lounge pants, he released the beast between his legs. I stood there gawking at it, in spite of myself. He began to relieve his bladder. At first his aim was accurate but then he began spraying the bowl's rim. Pee dripped onto the floor. He directed the stream to one side and then the other, hitting the edge of the tub and almost reaching my feet. The final drops got shaken all over the place.
"Hey, Mini," he said with a poor imitation of regret. "I think I might have gotten a little piss where it shouldn't have gone. Make sure you clean it up. I'll tell Jinx you might need some extra time, so she won't think you're in here slacking. Or playing with yourself. Maybe jerking your junior joystick while dreaming about my jumbo Johnson. She understands now that it's what
you've wanted all along." He finished with, "You look real fine in those undies, sissy." That was followed with a playful slap on my bottom that made me yelp.
Before I could put together a response, he sauntered out of the room. I was left to my demeaning chores, including the new one he had just created.
When I was at last done, Jinx sent me to check the covers on the bed he was going to use. Everything was okay, but rather than risk her disapproval, I fetched fresh pillowcases. While I was on that fool's errand, I heard someone go into the master bedroom across the hall. When I went there, the door was closed. Voices from inside told me that she was present and not alone. I heard her and Drake laughing. It was too much. My temper rose. Then I saw that if I did the wrong thing, it could only get me into more trouble. That was why I went and sat in front of the TV, not really seeing the rerun that was on. During parts when the sound wasn't too loud, I heard noises from the bedroom that suggested Drake and Jinx were becoming intimately acquainted. An hour after that, they emerged. Her cheeks were flushed and she wore a look of sated satisfaction. He acted like the king of our house.
Two nights after that, the two of them had me sit in the living room, back in the wingchair, with them next to each other on the sofa.
Drake took the lead, telling me, "Listen up, Mini. Your wife and me have gotten close with each other. I'll be bedding down with her and you can move into the guest room."
Jinx backed him up, saying, "This isn't negotiable. I won't give up the fantastic sex I'm finally getting. What I will give up is you, Mini, if you try to mess with this big improvement."
"Another thing," Drake went on while I was trying to assimilate what had just been said. "There can only be one man in this place. That's why you have to get in touch with your sissy side and start looking the part."
My wife pulled a pair of panties and something else from between the sofa's cushion and the arm. "From now on, you'll wear panties 24/7, to help you remember your place. I'm doing you a favor, because this way you won't get Drake angry and he won't have to smack you around."
"Or maybe I will," he said threateningly.
"To go with the panties," she continued, "here's some nice stockings with elastic tops. Everything is pink, which is your new color. Any questions?" Not giving me a chance to gather my thoughts, she rushed on, "No questions. Perfect. Now strip and get into your new fashions, Mini."
"Do it, sissy," Drake urged, one hand curled into a frightening fist. "Right here in front of us."
I reluctantly got out of the pajamas I had been wearing. First, I stepped into the panties, eager to cover my immature genitals. Then Jinx had to instruct me to sit, so I could roll the stockings up my legs. She said that I would be using disposable razors to get rid of my scant body hair and keep it from returning. I would also
use scented bath products, so I would smell as feminine as I was going to appear.
"And I'm giving you some nighties that I'm done with, those short ones that you always liked to see me in. I won't need them, because Drake wants me to sleep in the nude, next to him." As an afterthought she added, "My clothes will be too spacious in the bust area for you, so there will be fake boobs you'll glue on, once there's no hair on your chest, to fill that space." She dismissed me with, "Go to your bedroom now, Mini. I'll be in later with a special treat for you."
Feeling off balance, like I might topple over any second, I went where she directed. Very soon, sounds of their spirited lovemaking reached my tormented ears. I had to listen to them for over an hour. He had staying power that I could never hope to equal.
In the nude, Jinx entered my new living space, followed by Drake. She bluntly informed me, "Your treat is that you get to eat my pussy."
Drake confirmed my immediate fear. "She hasn't cleaned up down there. That's for you to do, from now on."
Jinx stretched out beside me on the bed. "Get down there and start licking, Mini. For a sissy like you, slurping up the cream of a stallion like Drake will be delightful."
I sputtered, "But I'm not actually like that. I've never..."
"You've been suppressing it for years," Drake said. "This'll be a good step toward getting in touch with your inner pansy. Start moving, if you don't want me to grab your baby balls and squeeze them as hard as I can."
The thought of having my testicles injured, maybe even permanently, was a powerful incentive. As awful as what I was expected to do was, it was still preferable to being made a eunuch. As I got into position, my wife lewdly spread her fleshy legs. I laid on my tummy to put my face inches from her oozing furrow. My stomach turned. I extended my tongue. The memory of tasting Drake's semen that first night, when Jinx kissed me with a mouthful of it, was seared into my memory. This was going to be so much worse. I lapped it up and choked it down. He laid alongside her. They kissed. I continued to tongue her. Before long, she was purring happily from my ministrations.
My wife said, "Too bad for you that you never got to poke me with your barely-there dick, Mini. Now you'll never get the chance. And I won't be putting my hand on it like I used to. Maybe you can play with yourself while you fantasize about Drake allowing you to suck his cock."
"Hell, yeah," he enthused. "I might even give you a chance to do that, pretty damn soon."
The combination of what I was doing and what he had just said nauseated me. Despite my sick stomach, I continued to slurp at Jinx's snatch. Drake played with her oversized tits. She squirmed her hips. I sensed that she was on her way to an orgasm. The perverse scenario went on, with both of us males stimulating her,
though in strikingly different ways. Her hips jerked and she cried out. My wife had a wet climax, through which I didn't stop pleasuring her. When it was over, Drake cuddled her. She nuzzled against his broad chest. I stayed where I was, placing butterfly kisses on her split mound.
Since then, the lovers have gotten creative in how they mistreat me. For starters, there were those promised fake knockers. They were as large as Jinx's, which is saying a lot. There was no way for me to remove them, so I had to live with the awful things 24/7. They even interfered with my sleeping. Often, I was given one of my wife's bras. They also purchased one for me that had an opening in the front of each cup, so the very realistic nipples showed.
What else? Jinx made a dunce cap for me to wear. She wrote SEX DUNTZ on it. Drake found a tall stool at a thrift shop. I had to sit on it, wearing that humiliating hat, and watch them in bed. The idea was that I was supposed to learn something from what I observed. Even then, they pointed out that my puny pecker and hair-trigger ejaculations disqualified me from ever having sex with my wife again. At a place that sold used furniture, they discovered an adult-size rocking horse. I had no idea what its origin had been. They would put me in some demeaning outfit, like a juvenile dress or a pussy-bow blouse, always with nothing on under it. Then I would have to ride that ridiculous horse. Drake especially enjoyed binding me to the oddity, with my tail end elevated. That way he could paddle my uncovered ass, using a spatula or whatever else was close to hand, with me having to keep rocking the entire time. Jinx found that hilariously funny.
Later, he mounted a dildo on the seat of my 'horsey', so I could impale myself for a long session of keeping it in motion.
They took me to a tattoo shop, where the word SISSY was written on my chest, high enough that it would show over one fake tit. On the other side was put the word CUCKOLD, similarly positioned. On a second visit, my penis was pierced under the head and a ring was inserted. They obtained a variety of items that could be clipped to that ring. There was a weight that insured my penis couldn't rise when erect. Jinx would tease me with her skilled fingers, until I got hard, with my dick made to keep pointing at the floor. There was also a chain that could be pulled back, uncomfortably drawing my organ between my legs and rendering it invisible. With panties on, there was no bump down there to indicate that I was a man at all. Also, very humiliating was a bell that they liked to hang there. It would tinkle as I went about my daily housework.
That bell was quite popular the night four other couples were invited to a party at our place. Actually, by then I had been made to sign over the house and everything else to my wife, so it was her home and I could be ejected at any time. A divorce would leave me with nothing. All the couples were Black men with white dates. Anyway, during that get-together, I was dressed in a pink belly shirt that had the word EASY on it, and a pair of hot pants in a darker shade of the same color, along with platform sandals. The shorts had been altered so that my little dick was left on display, the bell dangling from it. A blond wig, in the pixie style, was crammed over my scalp. After all the guests arrived, I had to walk around with a serving tray of snacks, making ding-a-ling
sounds with every step I took. That provoked plenty of comments and laughter from everyone in attendance.
The end of the evening was much more extreme. Drake made a speech about me being a natural sissy who was in denial about his true desires. He got me on my knees before him. The chain from my penis ring was short enough that the bell didn't touch the floor. When he pulled out his massive cock, I feared what was next. True to my dread, he had me touch it, which quickly got him rigid. Then I had to lightly kiss it, prolonging my disgrace. After that came licking. With my wife squatting alongside me and coaching, I had to begin sucking him. He penetrated deeper, setting off my gag reflex. I think they had slipped some drug into the glass of wine I'd been fed earlier, because a persuasive relaxation came over me. Suddenly, I was able to take that Black tool all the way, until Drake's balls were against my chin. Jinx whispered lascivious suggestions to me. I got hard as I kept mouthing her lover's enviable staff. My bell chimed nonstop. The watchers delighted in that staged scenario.
Jinx rose and shared a deep kiss with the man who had replaced me. It pushed him over the edge. He exploded inside my mouth, feeding me his copious cum. Simultaneously, to my utter disgrace, I shot my meager load. Maybe I truly was a repressed sissy. I somehow managed to consume most of Drake's spunk, though plenty remained on my tongue. She rewarded him with more kisses as I wallowed in mortification deeper than any I had ever felt before.
"Damn, that was good," Drake exclaimed. "I busted my nut in that sissy's mouth, so now he's a for-real faggot. No turning back.
If any of you dogs want to try him on for size, you can take the princess to his bedroom and have your fun."
The guys thought that was an excellent idea. Their dates were amused by my helplessness. The young Black men dragged me, whimpering and shaking my head, to my personal space, where I had to service them on my knees, one after the other. They had different body types. There were a variety of cocks. One was almost as long as Drake's, and another shorter but even thicker than his. There was a big bell head and then a tapered end. They made demands for particular types of blowjobs: hard or soft, fast or slow, tight lips or busy tongue. After each of the bucks was done, he wiped his flaccid member on my face. Once they were done, I was allowed to change into one of my nighties, a short one with marabou feathers around the hem. When I eventually went to bed, I was not permitted to clean my mouth, so I entered sleep and woke up tasting semen, with it on my features as well. Since then, I can't be in that room without remembering the indignity.
The next day, they had my name legally changed to Mini Manlove, a move which they had been secretly preparing to enact. That brings my story up to date. I can imagine the life I'm trapped in growing even more bizarre. Will I become aroused anytime I have to give head to Drake? If I do, what does it mean? I can only wait and worry, until I find out what lies ahead for Mini. Whatever it is, my wife assures me that I'll be recording it, the same way I did for all the above.
