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Step Down!
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.
Bullying is NOT OKAY and If you or someone you know is being bullied, please alert the authorities.
Step-Dad
Step Down!
By Throne
When I married Tess I was in heaven. I'm early middle-aged, and had been able to retire early due to family money that was wisely invested for me. Though I'm short and a few pounds overweight, wealth can be a potent aphrodisiac. I understood that it was my money, at least in part, which attracted women. But I was so smitten with Tess that I didn't mind. She was my erotic idea: tall, blond, sweet-faced, buxom, big-assed. I'd never had much luck with relationships so, when after only a few dates she hinted that we should get married, I jumped at the chance. She had been married once before, to a Black man, and had an 18 year old son named Marius who I'd never met. All that mattered to me was that I was going to wed her and get to have sex with that glorious glamazon.
I met Marius right before the wedding. He was tall and muscular, and looked much more Black than white. His disdain for me was obvious. After the wedding my luck started to sour. Tess had postponed sex, saying it had to wait until we were legally joined. There had been kissing and she let me fondle her big boobs, along with stroking her ginormous bottom and full thighs while she was fully clothed. We had never undressed in front of each other. So when she saw me naked for the first time she had a bad reaction. Why? Well, I had neglected to tell her that my penis is on the small side. That was one of the reasons for my poor luck with women in the past.
"Really?" she said when she got a look at it. "That's all you've got, Derrick? Well, I'll never be satisfied with that little pickle. It'd be like having a tampon inside me. So you're going to have to use your mouth on my pussy. HA! That's a pretty funny way to consummate our marriage."
"But Honey, I'm supposed to have sex with you."
"Not with that tiny thing. Now get your face between my thighs and show me what you can do. Don't give me that sour look. You don't like eating twat? Never done it before? Time to get used to it. If you try real hard, maybe I'll let you have real sex... later on."
It was a huge disappointment but I told myself she would get over her initial upset and soon I'd be possessing her magnificent body the way I'd dreamed of. With some instruction from Tess I was able to give her three climaxes that shook the bed. I hated having my mouth on her down there. The taste and feel were awful. It seemed so unmanly. However, my dick was stiff the entire time. Afterward she had me lay on my back, stretched out alongside her. My bride found it amusing to push my rigid penis down against my scant pubic hair and then let it spring back up, over and over. All that touching got me wildly excited but she didn't go any further, saying that if I was horny it would make me better at using my mouth on her.
The next day I decided to stand up for myself. She was dressed in a sports bra and yoga pants. I still had on my short-sleeved pajamas. I tried to reason with her and I'll admit I let my tone become somewhat emotional. Tess glowered down at me, took her phone, and hit a preset number.
"Marius," she said, "you need to get over here right now. Yes, he's doing what I was afraid he would. I'm feeling threatened."
As soon as the call was over I said, "Tess, darling, I didn't threaten you."
"Don't 'darling' me. It's too late to make up for what you just did. I won't have you smacking me around."
"What? I didn't even raise my hand to you."
"I could see how close you were to it. Marius will be here right away. I think I'm going to have to have him move in with us, for me to feel safe."
"What? That's crazy. You can't..."
She slapped me hard across the face. "Don't you talk to me that way. Ever. Show me the respect I deserve, you pathetic twerp."
I stood there holding my stinging cheek. Being in that sleepwear, with my arms and legs bare, made me feel less than confident. I tried to leave the room to get dressed but she grabbed me by the arm and spun me around to deliver another hard smack. Now both side of my face burned. I stepped back in fear. Tess order me to sit down in the big wingback chair I'd inherited from my grandmother. She stood in front of me with her feet well apart, hands on her wide hips, looking like some enraged goddess.
"You stay right there where I can keep an eye on you. Keep your fat ass exactly where it is."
How could she think of me as any sort of a threat? Tess was obviously my physical superior. She had the height, weight and reach advantages. And I'm not aggressive at all. I hadn't even retaliated after she swatted my face. Twice. I only wanted to touch those gorgeous tits and fondle her double-wide ass, preferably while they weren't covered by clothes. And I longed to have my penis inside her vagina. We were married. It was my husbandly right. I was still thinking all of that, trying to sort out this insane situation, when the front door opened and a moment later Marius strode into our living room. Tess stepped to the side. He scowled at me and brandished his fist in my face.
To his mother he said, "Did he hurt you, Mom?"
"He sounded like he was going to assault me. I was terrified. You have to do something, Son. Teach him a lesson that will keep him from ever doing that again. And I think you should move in with us."
"Sounds good. I'll school him so he'll never forget. And I've been crashing with two homies, so it'll be easy to switch to staying here."
It was all happening too fast. Marius grabbed the front of my pajama top and yanked me to my feet. He tugged the halves in opposite directions and buttons went flying everywhere. Seconds later he had spun me around and wrenched the garment down and off me. He turned me back toward him. His dark face was angry as he jabbed a stiffened finger into my soft midsection.
"All right, you fat fuck. Class is in session. Get out of those little-boy pants."
I was trembling as I tugged down the pajama bottoms and stepped out of them. Standing there naked, with my lack of body hair, undeveloped physique, and immature genitals on display, I felt totally vulnerable.
He snapped, "Look at what you're stuck with, Mom. This guy is a tub of lard. I know just the thing to keep him from having any ideas about getting mean with you."
Marius shoved me hard and I went over backwards. He got out of his shoes and pants. When his shorts came down I found myself staring at a huge hanging cock. He turned around and lowered himself to his knees, sitting heavily on my chest. It knocked the wind out of me and I needed a minute to get my breath back. But as soon as I had done that, he backed up and planted his backside on my face. My features were swallowed up between his firm youthful buttocks and I ended with my face wedged into his sweaty ass crack. My nose was against his asshole. He ground himself down on me. His knees were on my arms, pinning me. I tried to beg for him to get up, but my words were muffled by the flesh pressing down on my mouth. It was disgusting and horrible. I heard Tess laugh.
She said, "You're going to need to stay there for a while, Marius. This has to be something he can't forget."
He wriggled his bottom around on my face. "Don't worry, Mom. I got nowhere to be for the next hour." He bounced up and down a few times. "So this'll do the job even if Mr. Fat Belly is a slow learner."
He pinched my rubbery belly and twisted hard. I cried out but, again, the sound was smothered. Marius started attacking with both hands, capturing the soft tissue and abusing it, making me yell in pain over and over, until I couldn't keep myself from crying. Half suffocated, I had to endure the physical punishment until my entire stomach area was sore and I was at the limits of my endurance. At last he stopped torturing me, but didn't dismount from my face. Instead, he rubbed his bottom forward and back, getting his perspiration and oily secretions all over my nose and mouth. His earthy musk assailed my nostrils.
"You know, Mom," he suggested, "you should do something to this sad sack of shit yourself. Let him know you can hurt him, so he'll behave when I'm not in the house."
"You're right," she agreed. "And I know just the thing."
All of a sudden she was sitting across my thighs. Now I had the weight of two people preventing me from getting up. My new wife's tweaked both my nipples so firmly that I let out a muted wail. She chuckled and tugged on those sensitive spots. Then twisted. I was in agony, barely able to draw breath, humiliated beyond belief. She continued doing that until I was lost in a world of suffering, mental and physical, near to swooning from not being able to draw a full breath.
When a last the two of them got off me, my tummy was covered with dark red blotches and my nipples were visibly swollen. I lay there sobbing and sniffling, like a bullied schoolboy. The smell of Marius' ass was all over my nose and lips.
He sneered down at me and announced, "You aren't ever going to put that baby dick into my precious Mom."
She added, "The only sex you'll ever have is with your mouth on my pussy... or anywhere else I tell you to put it. Understood?"
"O... okay, Tess," I said, in a state of shock.
Marius decided, "He still needs another good lesson. I'm going to see that he gets it tonight. So let's just keep him undressed like he is, to help him think about that loser body he's got, until then." To me he said, "You can make yourself useful cleaning up around here. Start with the bathroom. That'll be a good reminder of what you're worth."
I spent the next two hours cleaning in there, top to bottom. At one point Marius came in to relieve his bladder. He made me hold his overgrown cock while he did it. I was sickened and shamed. Then I begged him not to tell Tess. Soon after he left I heard her laughing uproariously and knew without having it confirmed that he had done the opposite of what I had pleaded for. By the time I was finished my job I had a sore back and knees to match. As I put away the cleaning supplies I heard the front door open and sounds of male laughter.
Tina appeared in the bathroom doorway. She was still in the sports bra and yoga pants that showed off her stupendous curves so well. I whimpered from having to see what was now denied to me. I though about having our marriage annulled but found I lacked the willpower to proceed with it. Then I considered offering her some sort of financial settlement for her to go away and leave me alone. Maybe I could do something like that.
Before I could think further she barked at me, "Let's go, Derrick. My son has some friends he wants you to meet."
"May I at least put on some shorts or something?"
"No you may not," she snarled.
Then my wife grabbed me by the ear and bent it painfully. She marched me through the house to the living room. Marius was on the sofa with his lower legs draped over one end, big feet sticking out. On the wingchair was another Black teen, and on the couch opposite still another. They all eyed me with amused contempt.
"That's my step-daddy," Marius told his friends. "Derrick. But I decided we should call him Dork Ass." He asked me, "You like your new name, don't you, boy?"
"I don't really..." was as far as I got before Tess gave my ear a sharp twist.
I yelped and said, "Yes, Sir. I like it. That's my name from now on."
"Damn right," Marius said. He asked Tess, "Please let Dork Ass go, Mom. He's got to come over here and take my shoes off for me."
In a daze, with everyone seeing my bare body, I went to him and untied his shoes, then removed them. He had on no socks and his feet stank terribly.
Marius told me, "My buds there are Luke and Chunky."
The first was tall and thin and the second matched his nickname with a heavy but obviously powerful form. Not knowing what else to do, I nodded to each of them. Tess came into the room with three cans of beer on a tray and distributed them to the guys.
She approached me and said, "Do what you're told and I might let you sleep in the same bed with me tonight. Screw this up and you'll be in the garage. I'm not worried that you'll try to run away because I've taken your car keys and put them away somewhere safe. Also your wallet, with your credit cards, cash and ID. So if you know what's good for you, don't get Marius and his pals pissed."
I swallowed with difficulty and said, "I won't, Tess."
She patted me on the head. "Good hubby."
Marius chortled and said, "Okay, Dork Ass. My feet have been sweating and there's gunk between my toes. Time for you to give them a rub and a clean-up."
"Y... yes, Sir." I hated to have to address him so respectfully. "I'll just go and get a washrag and..."
"You'll get nothing, ass-wipe. Give them a massage and then get your mouth on there to make them all fresh and spotless."
"My..." I gagged. "... mouth?"
"You hard of hearing or just stupid? How about I let my brothers loose on you for an hour and then I'll try telling you again?"
When I checked the two Black youths they were eyeing me with bad intent. What were they thinking of doing to me? Rather than find out, I took one of my stepson's unwashed feet and began kneading it. He chortled at my lack of resistance. I massaged that foot and then the other, while the three males made comments. At least Tess was no longer there to hear and see what was transpiring.
"Look at how Dork Ass's belly wobbles while he rubs your feet."
"I got a view of his fat butt. Looks like it should be on a girl."
"Those soft hands feel good on my feet. And he's sure getting into touching me. I think my new daddy is queer for dark meat."
My stomach turned over. This couldn't be happening. But the disgusting reality was brought back into focus as Marius told me I'd done enough with my hands and it was time to use my mouth. Feeling queasy, I lapped the sole of his unclean foot and then licked the toes one by one. He told me to suck on them and then get my tongue into the spaces between. With the others mocking me, I had to use my tongue all over his foot and then retrieve the foulness from where his digits met each other. It was nauseating. I had to swallow whatever bits of filth I extracted. He even made me use my lower teeth to scrape dead skin off the back of his heel and gag that down as well. Then I had to do all of that to his other foot, but more slowly. The rude trio drank their beer and continued to verbally abuse me.
"That round ass is just calling my name."
"If he sucks toes so good, I know what else he can do."
"Come on, bubble butt. You heard the brothers. Finish up so we can get on to the main act."
OMG. They honestly were planning to take this further. I sucked Marius' big toe, my head filled with nightmare visions of what came next.
"All right," Luke said, getting up. "I think it's time for that chump to switch from feet to the real thing."
"He's had enough practice," Chunky seconded. "Let's find out what he can do on something bigger than that toe. A whole hell of a lot bigger."
My stepson used one still damp foot to push me away. I lost my balance and toppled over backwards. There I lay on my back like to flipped-over turtle. I bicycled my legs but couldn't get righted. Marius' two friends grabbed me under the arms and got me onto my knees. They pulled me along like that and put me in front of the wingback chair. Then Luke got out of his shoes and pants. His cock was slightly longer than what Marius had, but not as thick. He sat and grabbed my hair to pull my face up against his impressive organ. I was very aware of how much larger then me he was. Luke pinched my nose shut and I had to open my mouth. He took his member and stuck the tapered head between my lips.
"SUCK IT, BOY," he commanded and suck I did, my heart beating fast from fear.
With a few quick pointers he had me licking and lapping, short and long strokes from my tongue. Then it was back to swallowing and applying suction. Chunky told me to swirl my tongue around the head, which made Luke moan in appreciation. All I could think of was that appeasing him would save me from being smacked around. To my mortification I found myself slobbering all over his cock and caressing his balls. Anything to make him happy. I must have done a good job because soon he was grunting and holding my head and then, with just the knob of his tool inside my mouth, spurting. There was such a load that some of it ran from the corners of my mouth.
Before I could recover, Chunky had his pants off and took Luke's place. His cock was the shortest of the three but also the thickest. He started me with licking his sweaty balls and then I had to stretch my lips around the girthy end of his cock. I concentrated on that, unable to take in much more of his thickness. All at once I was weeping, my nose running, as I realized how low I had sunk in such a short time. Marius came over and crouched down alongside me.
"You're sure getting into this," he hissed into my ear. "I think my Mom married herself a secret faggot. Yeah. But it's okay. I'll keep you supplied with all the cock you want and then some." He tickled me under the chin. "I'll bring it around and you'll swallow it down. Turn you into a regular sperm bank. Now take that big wad out of your mouth and lick it all up and down underneath. Flick the head with your tongue. Lap up that clear stuff that's leaking from his pee hole. There you go. I'm seeing some real sissy style. You're not the first white boy we've helped get in touch with his queer side. But the other ones halfway knew they wanted it. You're going to need extra training. But hey, I'm okay with doing that, so you won't pester my Mom for sex ever again. You'll just be able to look at her and drool. Heh."
I kept working on the wide end of Chunky's business. It was like trying to give head to a fire hydrant. I finally had to use my hand on the shaft, which my short fingers couldn't come close to circling. I pumped him slowly until he began to spit out obscenities under his breath as he neared an orgasm. Then I pumped faster. When he blasted out his spunk it went all over my tongue and rolled down my throat. This was unthinkable. I had just given two blowjobs to Big Black Cocks. And Marius got up from alongside me to go get comfortable on the sofa. He called me over as if I was a dog being summoned to perform a trick. When I tried to rise, Luke held me down, so that I had to crawl across the room. My stepson's cock hung over the edge of a seat cushion. I kissed it repeatedly to bring it to full life, then put my hands on either side of Marius' legs and lowered my head so I could cap the bulbous knob and being pleasuring it with all the tricks I had just learned. As I freed it so I could pay special attention to the underside of the head with my busy tongue, I saw from the corner of my eye that Tess was reentering the room.
"Hey, Mom, looks like you got hooked up with a cocksucker."
"And a pussy eater," she amended. "I guess he's one of those oral guys, who's happy as long as he's got something to use his mouth on."
There was laughter all around me. Marius slapped the side of my head to get me going again. I dutifully enclosed the knob of his cock within my mouth and, blinking back fresh tears, showed how good I was at sucking off guys. My bride sat at the far end of the sofa and watched avidly. She leaned forward, which practically made her big knockers spring free from her sports bra. I longed to have my mouth on her nipples instead of her son's enviable cock. But he was already leaking slimy fluid and I knew I was going to get my third mouthful of spunk before long. He even chatted with her, making future plans, while I took care of his Johnson.
"You know, Dork Ass here is too stupid to manage his money. You have to have every cent put in just your name. The house and car too. Let's get him to where he doesn't own anything but his clothes, except we'll give most of those to some thrift store. I want to see him bare-assed around the house most of time. Since he's shown himself to be such a big sissy, maybe we can let him wear stockings and whatever."
"Yeah," she joined in with enthusiasm. "I'd like to see him in a really tight corset. One that pushes up his soft chest and makes those man-boobs really pop. Of course, we'll have to have all the hair below his eyebrows removed -- permanently."
Luke offered, "You know, now that you got a pansy instead of a man, I could introduce you to my Uncle Pike. He could do you a lot of good, if you're interested."
"Sure," she said without hesitation. "I'll give you my number and he can call me real soon."
Marius told me to put my thumb on the base of his cock, underneath where the thick seam is, and rub it in small slow circles. After a few minutes of that, with me sucking on the head and taking several inches into my throat, experiencing barely any gag reflex, he launched his load down my throat. Not until I had mouthed him through a long descent from the heights did he take his cock from between my lips. I took several deep breaths and started blubbering, making a combination of leftover semen from before and fresh saliva dribble from the corners of my mouth.
All of that happened about three months ago. Since then Tess got together with Luke's uncle and began a torrid affair. That Black man adores her full figure and especially the amplitude of her round bulging ass. I'm now a celibate husband and disgraced cuckold. Pike is frequently in my wife's house, often for sleepovers. I refer to the home as belonging to Tess because she went ahead with Marius' financial plan, leaving me penniless and without property. Most of my male clothes did go to charity and now I'm kept in panties, stockings, and that corset she wanted, which honestly does make my man-boobs, now smooth and hairless, look like tits.
I see my wife every day, looking stunning, showing off her body to me. She likes to tell me about her sex life with Pike. All the sex I have is as a plaything for Black guys. Sometimes Marius invites Luke and Chunky over, along with a few more of their mutual friends, for what they call a Lipstick Party. That involves making my use cosmetics on my face and applying way too much lipstick to my mouth. Then I have to suck off every one of the guys, until I have a belly full of spunk. The worst of it is that, for reasons I don't fully understand, it makes my little dick get stiff. Sometimes just being touched by Marius has the same effect. Are they changing my sexual orientation? Will they make me crave being with men? With Black men?
Some nights I'm relegated to the garage. Years before I got the place it was added onto the side of the house where the recreation room is. There is a window in the shared wall. Tess has turned that room into Pike's personal space, with a big screen TV and other amenities. She made sure to include a bed, so they can have sex there and I can hear it in the garage. It is sheer mental torment to listen to their foreplay and then the main event. During intercourse, which goes on way longer then I would have been capable of, she endlessly compliments his prowess and the size of his cock. As if that wasn't bad enough, she also delights in denigrating me.
"I still can't believe how tiny Derrick's cock is."
"Yeah," Pike will answer. "The first time I saw it I thought Dork Ass had lost a couple inches in an accident or something."
"I'm so glad I never once let it get near my pussy. That would have been yucky. Still, he's still good with his mouth. I love having him clean me up after you've unloaded your balls inside me."
"Yeah. He does a fine job of polishing my cock too, after we do the deed. And when he gets me standing up again, and you make him give me a BJ, that's a kick."
"It's what he's good for. And now that I own everything that used to be his, he'll never have any other life than what we're giving him. Plus I've been thinking of ways to make it even worse for the jerk. I'll tell you later what I've been thinking. In the meantime, because I know he can hear us, I'll just let him worry about how dreadful what happens going to be for him. Right now I need to you fuck me again with that incredible cock of yours. Then I'll make Dorky come into the house so he can lick us both clean while we kiss and you handle my tits. After that I think Marius will want to use his mouth once or twice. Now let's get that stallion cock up and I'll straddle you and take a ride on it, cowgirl style."
And here I am, cowering in the garage, naked except for the corset, bound even tighter than usual, which enhances the illusion of me having real breasts. They're enjoying getting each other heated up and before long they'll be having loud animated sex. After that I'll be permitted to reenter the house I used to own, so I can lap his cum out of her pussy, and lick their mingled sex juices off his superior cock. I can only hope that I don't get him hard while I'm doing it, and have to suck him until he jets a fresh load into my mouth while my wife watches and grins at what a sexual freak she has transformed me into.
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