As they say in every “Dragnet” episode, the names have been changed to protect the innocent. As they say in every “Law and Order” episode, none of this is real. Versh might be familiar to guys who drove long haul trucks and parked sometimes at a certain truck stop around Indianapolis. After college, Versh got hungry for something she had tasted once long ago in the ghetto. You always go home. Most suburban middle class folks know what Versh got a taste for as “heroin.”

Versh had stayed clean in college. Versh fell hard and fast when she got on the junk after graduation. Versh paid her bills by turning tricks at the truck stop outside of Indy. Versh was still hot so she made good money. She shared an apartment on the east side of Indianapolis with a guy named Wilbur. Wilbur was the first guy Versh slept with—back when Versh was sleeping with guys just for fun.

I don’t think the Black Crowes ever met Versh. But whenever I hear “She Talks to Angels,” I think of Versh. Sometimes I shed a tear when I hear that song. For me, that is Versh’s song.

Wilbur had no balls. He lost them in a prison knife fight a couple years back. Needless to say, that changed Wilbur’s outlook on the world. Versh didn’t care that Wilbur couldn’t fuck much anymore, Versh fucked too many guys to pay the bills and her sexual taste had turned to girls anyway.

One day Wilbur got caught trying to shoplift two suits from a department store in downtown Indy. Versh had the cash to pay for the suits. Wilbur was an idiot. Wilbur had a long record so the prosecutor sent him back to prison for a long time. The prosecutor said something about needing to keep a dangerous menace off the streets.

Versh had a hard time keeping life together without Wilbur. Maybe two months after Wilbur was sent up, Versh overdosed. They autopsied Versh and found she was carrying a baby. About three months along. They also found a picture of a small white penis in Versh’s purse. The picture was a bit tattered and didn’t have any names or anything on it.

Versh had been back to the Large Midwestern State University shortly before Wilbur got sent up. She had visited her old college friends Fred and Sarah. The baby was probably Fred’s. Versh usually didn’t like to fuck Fred. Versh said Fred was too small and they were “incompatible.” But Versh had Fred’s “cute” little penis picture with her all the time. Most of the truckers who fucked Versh were too small too when it got right down to it. If Versh was going to fuck a guy, she wanted a real fuck. It took 8″ thick inches or more for Versh to feel “fucked.” Versh was pretty up front about what she thought. Versh wanted a penis that could hurt her before she called it a fuck.


My name is Fred.

I am in my third year in the graduate History program at a Large Midwestern State University. I live in a four bedroom off campus house with my girlfriend Sarah.

Last May, Sarah graduated Magna Cum Laude with a B.A. in English. About a month before graduation, we had the talk about how we planned to fill the time until death. We decided we were not yet ready for marriage, but we were crazy in love and belong in the same town. Sarah agreed that she should stick in town until I finish my Ph. D. Sarah took a job as a cashier at the bookstore at the student union to pick up some extra cash. Those who pay attention might have seen some of the modeling work that Sarah did for the bookstore’s advertising and web page. Sarah looks good in pictures. Sarah has also been doing more with her photography “hobby”, but more on that in a bit. Also my Sarah is not to be confused with the “Infamous Sarah” for those who know her. That is another story.

Sarah and I have a “roomie,” Missy. Missy is a junior and the setter on the women’s volleyball team. Missy mostly sleeps with girls, but has been known to sleep with me on occasion, and with me and Sarah on occasion as well.

I think I am in the best shape of my life. Missy is a master motivator and she insists that Sarah and I do a good run every morning. We try to run with Missy (if we can keep up with Missy). Missy also makes me hit the weight room over at the HPER. Sarah likes to keep limber and does a bit of yoga when she gets home from work at the bookstore. Sarah hasn’t taken a dance class in some time, but she maintains the diet and physical discipline you see in dancers.

Missy has a sometimes relationship with a girl on the track team, Vershana or Versh. Versh is about 5’8″ and lean. Because Versh is so lean she seems taller than 5’8″. Versh has nice B-cup breasts that seem larger than B-cups, again because Versh is so lean.

Versh and Missy’s relationship is “sometimes” thing because Versh has also been seeing a woman affiliated with a pro sports league. Ms. Pro-sports is about 15 years older than Versh, and pretty rich. Ms. Pro-sports might almost be called a sugar-mommy. Pro-sports thinks Versh is hot. Sarah thinks Versh is hot. Missy thinks Versh is hot. I have to agree that Versh is hot.

Versh is also kind of ghetto. That’s not fair. Better to say Versh grew up in the bad part of a fallen Midwest Industrial Town. Her dad, the man who got her mom pregnant, is in prison for the rest of his life for beating a county jail guard to death with a pipe wrench. The jail guard was the second person Versh’s semen daddy killed. The first man he killed was an old man in semen daddy’s neighborhood who caught semen daddy stealing tools from a cable TV installer’s truck. Semen daddy knifed the old man as payback, which is what landed him in the county jail with the jail guard.

Versh’s mom was sixteen when she had Versh. It would be one of those perfect tales to say either that Versh’s mom walked the streets and took drugs but Versh got out, or that Versh’s mom worked two jobs to support Versh and fought to make sure that Versh could escape. Neither is true. Versh’s mom got her GED after she had Versh and went to a small bible college. Versh’s grandmamma watched Versh while Versh’s mom was in college. At college, Versh’s mom met her dream guy. Dream guy became a Baptist preacher. Versh’s mom married the preacher and the happy couple moved right back into Versh’s ghetto neighborhood and opened a Storefront Baptist Church. Versh has two half-sisters from mom’s marriage to dream guy. So Versh has a felon semen daddy, but grew up a minister’s daughter not quite dirt poor in the ghetto. Versh has seen quite a bit more than any of the rest of us ever will see. Versh is sweet as they come. And she is hot.

As I said, Versh is on the track team here at the University. She will never be Olympic caliber, but she will be all conference and likely show well at the NCAAs. Versh has friends back in the ghetto, but that is not where she wants to end up. That’s what Versh always says.

Being a minister’s daughter, Versh denies ever having sex. When she does admit to having sex, she will never admit that any of it happened before she was of legal age. Today Versh is squarely on the women’s team when it comes to sexual preference. The twenty or so guys she slept with before joining the women’s team were maybe an accident or something that happened after her eighteenth birthday. Some of those twenty guys now are probably in the same prison where Versh’s semen daddy lives. I sometimes wonder if those boys have butt-boy sex with Versh’s semen daddy. It’s a small world that way.

I mentioned that Sarah has been doing more with her own photography. Sarah has dabbled with photography for years. Her grandparents gave her a pro-quality digital camera for graduation. That inspired Sarah. Summer time was picture time, buy more lenses time, buy lighting gear time, photoshop time, and shoot, shoot , shoot time. Sarah carried the camera everywhere. Sarah shot pictures of everything and everyone.

In October Sarah got the bright idea that she wanted a home photo studio. The house we rent has big rooms, white plaster walls and 10 foot ceilings, 15 foot ceilings on the first floor. That is not pro-studio space as such, but its good space and Sarah and the girls moved a bunch of the living room furniture to bedroom four—turning bedroom four into the “TV” room. They moved the single bed from bedroom four into the dining room as a possible photo “prop.” The stuffed some furniture in the attic. They pushed one of the couches against the wall in the dining room. Sarah now had a studio.

Sarah bought some lights, not the best, not the worst. She found an old department store mannequin at an antique store. She bought that. She found a little pedestal table, she bought that. She seemed to spend the entire month of October shooting “Mannie” the mannequin and a bunch of pottery and flowers sitting on the pedestal table. She had fun. Missy and I (and Versh when she came over) watched a lot of TV in the TV room while Sarah took pictures of “Mannie.”

Come November Sarah declared herself an artist and wanted a human model. We all nominated Versh.

Versh, however, did not nominate Versh. Versh had no problem walking around a college track meet in those little bits of spandex that pass as track uniforms these days. Versh has no problem walking around a locker room stark naked. But there is something about adding a camera to the mix that runs square into the storefront Baptist Church conscience that she grew up with. Not sure how sleeping with girls and twenty guys squares with that conscience.

Versh spent some time considering the offer to model nude for Sarah.

After Sarah showed Versh her portfolio of “Mannie”, clay pots, and flowers, and after Versh had time to think, and after Sarah and Versh talked in private (the betting here is that Sarah gave Versh the best sex Versh ever had had) Versh agreed. Versh trusted that Sarah would show good taste and not smear Versh’s pictures all over the Internet. Versh saw herself as a college track star, not an Internet sex bunny.

Sarah and I fucked like bunnies after Versh agreed. The thought of Versh naked got Sarah crazy hot. Sarah stripped naked, bent over, and told me to take her ass hard. Sarah wanted a punishing ass fuck to celebrate. I lubed up and went to work. Not sure my small wee wee ever punishes someone’s ass, but I pumped hard. Sarah screeched. She moaned that she wanted my cum in her mouth. I got close and pulled out of her ass. I shoved my ass-dirty cock in her mouth. Sarah swallowed it whole. She licked and slurped. She sucked and sucked and I filled her mouth with sperm. She drank it down then made sure to lick all of the butt-juices off my cock, balls, and crotch. She was a dirty girl some times. Sarah looked very satisfied.

Two days later was Versh picture day. Missy and I sat on the couch in the dining room to watch Versh. There is a big arch that separates living room from dining room. It started as a fashion shoot. Versh posed in a white summer dress that she liked to wear to Storefront Baptist when she was home. Maybe Versh could give one of these pictures to her mom and the Preacher.

Then Sarah shot Versh in this little black cocktail dress that Pro-sports had given her and liked Versh to wear when they did dinner and such. The cocktail dress reminded you that Versh had breasts and long legs. They also showed off that Versh hadn’t shaved her pits in a month. Black girls with furry pits slay me (and Missy).

Next up came a few shy jock shots of Versh in a warm up suit. Sarah used those to get Versh familiar with various poses. Sarah walked Versh through a bunch of the poses and postions Sarah used when she modeled for Art classes a couple years back.

Then came the nudes. Versh walked into the living room wearing a robe. There was nothing new here for Missy. She and Versh were bed buddies. But Sarah and I had only seen Versh half-naked when she ran around the house in a T-shirt and panties.

Versh dropped the robe and stepped under Sarah’s lights. Stunning.

As Versh started, I could see only the back side. Versh has a great back. She is strong with slender hips, but she still has a delightful curve down the back through her waist to her hips. Her butt is small and tight. You can see the strength and muscles in her thighs, and as she tenses in her calves.

Sarah moved slowly. You could see Sarah’s nipples go hard. Versh was making Sarah hot. Sarah had Versh turn and I could see the front side. I went hard. Missy giggled when she saw my little bone poking in my shorts.

Versh’s breasts, I’ve already called them deceptive. Versh is slender so her B-cup breasts look large. You could not hang D-cups on Versh’s chest. C-cups might look fake. Versh’s aureole were bigger than silver-dollars, not “saucers” (for those guy’s who fantasize about saucer sized aureole) because a B-cup can’t do a saucer. But her aureole were large, puffy, and dark, dark brown. Versh’s nipples were wide but not that long. They were hard.

Versh’s belly button was a cute little outie.

Versh’s girly parts with natural, no razor for this girl. And she had a set of lips that looked long and dangled. If I was closer, I could have seen her clit better. From across the room, it looked long and like it stuck out just a little. I am tempted to call Versh’s genitals aggressive. Versh nude has girly parts that ask to be sucked. Her lips and clit stand out and are framed neatly by her natural bush.

Missy started to rub my cock through my shorts. I think the setting was making Missy hot.

Versh was warming to being naked. Her body was moving like in a slow dance at suggestive angles. Versh knew she was making Sarah hot.

Sarah wanted porn, not just naked. Called a time out to move the “day bed” under the lights. Sarah wanted Versh to recline and spread her legs. Sarah wanted Versh to touch herself. Versh was totally up for it.

This was too much for Missy and me, we excused ourselves to go fuck.

In some ways Missy and I were like an old married couple, we had our routine. We didn’t play alone much, but when we did we knew what we liked about each other. Missy was instantly naked and I followed. Missy was on the bed on her back legs in the air. I dove between her legs and started to lick. To tease, I tongued her asshole just a bit. Missy thought that tickled. Actually, she tingled a bit and you could see her juices flow. Missy was like a river when she got wet. I made her clit wait. I licked and pulled on one lip with my lips, then I slowly kissed down her thigh to her knee. Back up the other side and I licked and sucked on the other lip. I tongued her slit. Finally, I licked her clit. Gently and slowly at first, then faster and harder.

Missy squirmed and slid. I wrapped my arms around and over her legs to hold her close. I tongued her clit harder and faster. Missy came. Waters ran. Missy needs like zero recycle time after a cum so I kept tonguing her clit. Her body convulsed. I kept licking, pausing just a moment, then licking again. Then I paused and laid back. That was Missy’s cue.

Missy sat her pussy down on my little dick and fucked away. Her ass pointed toward my face. Missy’s strong legs gave her the perfect control to go up and down on my little wee wee. I could feel Missy’s juices running down my balls. Then I shot. Missy kept grinding till I went limp.

We hadn’t even kissed. It was all clit and cock action. We caught our breath, barely, and went back to the “studio” to see what was going on.

Sarah was still taking pictures. I didn’t understand how she had endured that long without surrendering to her desire for Versh. I would imagine neither did Missy.

Versh was on her knees, face and breasts pressed down into the day bed, ass up and pussy lips sticking out boldly. Sarah was about two feet away carefully composing shots telling Versh to touch her clit, rub, and then shooting more pictures. Versh’s hand reached back and under her body to her clit. Versh slowly rubbed her clit herself while Sarah captured image after image of Versh’s growing arousal.

Missy and I stayed silent.

Sarah had enough. She set the Camera down and planted her face on Versh’s pussy. Sarah’s tongue eagerly probed Versh’s slit. Sarah sucked on Versh’s large lips. Versh moaned. Versh’s breathing got heavy. Versh pushed her ass back into Sarah’s face. Sarah held onto Versh’s thighs and kept licking. Versh came.

Sarah pushed Versh on her side and lay next to her. The two started to kiss. Sarah pushed Versh’s arm up and played with the hair in Versh’s pit. Sarah moved her mouth to Versh’s pit and licked the hairs. Versh moved like she was being tickled. Sarah’s hand moved to Versh’s clit and rubbed. Sarah was going to get Versh off again. Versh bucked against Sarah’s hand. Sarah stuck in one finger, then two, then three, then four and fucked Versh’s pussy hard. Versh’s body arched and she came again.

Missy and I added ourselves to the pile on the day bed—which was far too small. We adjourned the cum fest to the master bedroom. But even the King-Sized bed there was barely space for sex for four. But we still had sex.

Late night Missy and Versh moved to Missy’s bed. Sarah and I stretched out in our bed. Sarah smiled. She had fun. Sarah told me she wanted me in a picture or two with Versh “tomorrow.”

Tomorrow arrived and Sarah “announced” her idea for dramatic art. She wanted images of my small pee pee set against Versh’s dark skin. Sarah had a few sets in mind. And we had to behave. No erections to ruin the shot. Missy watched. Versh and I got naked and took direction.

Shot one, I was to stand there naked, legs slightly spread. I was to encourage wee wee to be as soft and small as possible. Sarah wanted Versh to sit on the ground away from me, stick out he hand and long fingers palm side up, and barely touch my balls with the tips of her fingers.

Shot two, I was the same, and Versh was to turn her hand over, arm outstretched and barely touch the tip of my wee wee with her hand extended and index finger bent down slightly. You would see the long hand stretched versus the small wee wee hanging limp.

Sarah shot close up from a few angles for both shots. All you really see is small wee wee and finger.

Shot three was harder—and harder on Sarah to frame it—Sarah wanted Versh to put her face near my crotch and stick out her tongue so the tip barely touched the tip of my cock.

Shot four was similar, but she wanted Versh’s lips on my cock.

Then Sarah shot about a dozen of just my little cock. Sarah made one of those the wallpaper on her I-phone.

Sarah was done for a bit.

Once Sarah had finished with her crop and edits in Photoshop you couldn’t tell it was Versh or me. Sarah loved it. Sarah shot some smaller sized jpegs of the Versh and Fred pictures to Versh in an email for her to take a look.

Versh meant well, but she printed one of the images and mailed to it semen daddy in prison with a comment that his daughter had taken a liking to white meat. Versh also sent one of the jpeg images to one of the “twenty boys” back home with a similar comment.

That got Mister One-Of-The-Twenty a bit upset, and he sent the jpeg back to a friend at Large Midwestern State University wondering who Mr Tiny Wee Wee in the picture could be. The way these things work, the picture of my tiny wee wee and Versh’s finger was all over campus in about a week.

I glared at Sarah when I got home after the first time I saw my little wee wee was someone’s computer wallpaper. I saw that one at the library. I am sure there are others. My little wee wee likely would be all over the Internet before too long.

When Versh saw me she was so apologetic that my little wee wee was all over campus, her Storefront Baptist conscience and all. Versh admitted that her playful childish side had wanted a little fun so she sent some of the jpegs to a few of the “guys” she knew back home. Versh prattled a bit about it being so small and cute next to her long black fingers. Versh wanted to get under the skin of the boys back home. Versh was very sorry. She knew she had done bad. Versh came by the house to talk privately when she knew Sarah was at work and Missy was at practice.

*** Chapter 4: The Curse of the hair ***

My legs shook. I felt weak, drained, defeated. I had nothing left to fight with. I kept my eyes on the ground, averted from the demon woman who twice had made me waste my seed. She had feasted on my pain.

“I like this one,” she said, probably to the driver. I did not look up.

“Maybe I shall take him with me and release you?” Silence greeted those words.

Then the woman laughed. “I bet you would like that, my dear! But no… Your soul has belonged to me for centuries now, and I have gotten so very used to you. You will serve me through yet more ages, my love.”

There was more silence, and then I heard rough sobs. The driver was crying, he was actually weeping! I did not dare look away from the spot where my eyes had rested for the last minutes.

“Don’t be sad,” she laughed. “I have fed well on this one! I will not need to use you for a week, at least. You have not had that pleasure for many a day, have you?”

Somehow I had the feeling that having an arrow in his guts was the least of the driver’s worries. I just hoped and prayed that my ordeal was over, that I at least would be allowed to go.


“There are,” said her soft, yet evil, voice in my ear and I knew that there was still torment to come, “things even more beautiful than having a woman call you by your true nature, or even seeing her wearing a lovely garment. Do you know what I am talking about?”

I stood stock still. I did not not want to play anymore.

“Her hair,” she breathed. “Her long, shining, smooth hair. Don’t you agree? The poor man you just shot agrees with me. One touch of my hair and he is down on his belly, crawling wherever I send him.”

As she was speaking she had slowly moved herself in a position where the top of her head was just in front of my face. I closed my eyes to avoid looking at her, but from her blonde hair there came scents wafting through my nose and into my brain.

At first it smelled like flowers, like fruits, like mild spices, like the perfumes the rich ladies of the cities spray themselves with. I tried breathing only with my mouth, but the scents did not disappear.

I was reminded now of heady wines that would confuse and dull me. Then of drugs I had taken when I was younger, drugs that addled my brain and made me weak and insane. That is, if wine or drugs were mixed with the promise of a female loveliness and of pleasure.

I opened my eyes, I could do nothing else: The drug compelled me. To my surprise I saw that she was standing three paces away. I was not aware that she had moved, the scent was still as strong as when she was close. I was not aware of what she was wearing, just that it was not the black dress. All I knew was that she was combing her hair.

Such a sheen of loveliness, a silken scarf of pure, shimmering strands! The comb brushed through the thick, blonde hair as slowly as the tide, and the movement sent waves of ripples through the golden waterfall.

My manhood was hard once again, but I couldn’t care less. “Oh Gods,” I sobbed. “Such beauty. I have never seen such beauty! Make it touch me! Please, make it touch me!”

Tinkling laughter was all the reply I got. The comb moved slowly and steadily, and the white-gold mane fluttered in the light breeze. I could have died to touch that hair, I could have killed to have it brush against me. But all I could do was what I had sworn not to do anymore: I fought to get loose, I shouted, and I begged.

How long this went on I did not know, but the sun was dying when my desire finally overcame me. I did not know it was possible to ejaculate without having being touched, but that is what I did.

As I was about to send my precious drops flying, she seemed to conjure up a wide, black satin ribbon from nowhere, and deftly tied her hair in a large bow at the back of her neck. And with the sight of that golden, divine hair caught in the lovely, black fabric before it flowed straight down below her waist, with that sight I came with such a violence as I had never thought possible.

Burst after burst shot from my manhood, and I roared and screamed. It went on and on. I could not stop. The last thing I remember before I fainted, still ejaculating, was her hair, egging me on to one more, just one more, thrust.

Martin had little sleep that night. Though his husband lay up next to him in the bed, he had gone to sleep after their last sexual encounter. Martin stared at the wall in the dark, his husbands arms wrapped around him. As tired as he was, it was very uncomfortable to sleep in the hair rollers, plus he was so emotionally upset, and his bottom hurt from the sexual activity, but he finally nodded off into a difficult sleep. Martin was awakened by a tap on the door. It was Leanne.

“Baron…..sir?” she said through the door, “It’s 5:00 sir. We need to begin prepping the bride for the ceremony.”

“Thank you. Just a moment. I’ll let you know,” the Baron said as he hugged Martin tighter.

“Thank you sir,” she said and she went about prepping things for Martin.

Martin felt the Baron put his hand on the back of his curlered head from behind him, and pressed his head down till his chin was touching his chest. Martin was puzzled at first as he was held firmly, and then realized when the Baron’s lips touched the back of his neck he was receiving his last hickey for the previous nights intercourse they had shared. Martin was uncomfortable being bent over like that and his legs moved nervously across the sheets, but he lay as still as he could so his husband could finish the deed. Martin felt the Baron’s pelvis rub up against his butt cheeks as he continued sucking on his neck. Martin prayed that the Baron’s cock would not become erect and turn into a morning erection that would need to be taken care of. Martin felt the Baron’s cock slowly growing harder though. The hickey took longer than normal as the Baron became more excited as he sucked on Martin’s neck. Finally when the Baron stopped, he released Martin and then stood up by the bed and assisted a reluctant Martin out of the bed. The Baron smiled at Martin and gave Martin a soft kiss on the lips. Martin turned away in disgust as the kiss finished. The Baron then had a seat on the edge of the bed again and spread his legs wide, stroking his full erection a few times while looking lovingly at Martin.

He then gently put his hands on Martin’s shoulder and pushed him down to his knees between his own legs. Martin said nothing but shook his head and mouthed the words “no” as he sank reluctantly to his knees. Martin turned his head slightly not wanting to look at the huge erection, while his husband continued to stroke it in front of Martin’s face. Martin knew what was going to happen next but he wouldn’t do it on his own, he just couldn’t do it. It was a disgusting and terrible thing his husband was about to make him do. The Baron took his huge erection and with his other hand on the back of Martin’s neck just under his hair curlers, he pulled Martin’s head firmly down and put his cock to Martin’s lips. Smearing the pre-cum on his lips as Martin pressed his lips together. Martin tried to resist, though passively, but his efforts were short lived and soon the head of the Baron’s cock finally slid between Martin’s red lips. He now was on his knees with his husbands huge cock in his mouth once again. He was only a third of the way down the huge shaft when his head was forced up and down in a rhythmic motion by his husband. Martin held on to the Baron’s thighs as the pace quickened, his red fingernails digging in. The Baron received much pleasure from Martin’s sucking as he guided his head, then he released Martin’s neck and Martin was now on his knees sucking his husbands cock on his own, keeping the fast pace that was set by the Baron as best he could. Martin had now assumed the standard submissive and most humiliating position, that women have traditionally done for centuries, of giving a blowjob on his knees for his husbands pleasure.

“Oh yes! That feels so nice Marcia,” the Baron said throwing his head back and looking at the ceiling as the pleasure of Martin’s oral massage began to cause tremors in his body. Martin’s jaws strained and ached as his mouth was forced open so wide by the huge cock. Then in his passion, the Baron demanded he even go deeper and faster. Martin choked a as the cock thrust deep in his throat a few times . The Baron then pulled Martin’s curlered head down on him hard, as he neared the point of having an orgasm. Martin could feel his husbands body tighten up and the the pull on his hair hurt tremendously, as Martin reached up with both hands and grabbed the Baron’s wrist to try and relieve the pull on his hair. Martin couldn’t stop him and struggled as he began gagging on the huge cock now in his throat. Leanne was outside waiting for Martin when she heard the sounds Martin gagging. Martin’s head was being held firmly in place by the Baron now. Martin could not stop the events that were now beginning as the semen began to flow from the end of his husband’s penis into his throat and mouth. Martin’s face contorted in disgust and desperation. His cheeks expanded, and puffed out, as his mouth was quickly filled with his husband’s warm, salty, pungent juices. Martin swallowed involuntarily the first load of cum he received, as his husband then finished a most enjoyable orgasm. Martin squealed a high pitched but muffled cry after he swallowed the first ejaculate, and a second load then squirted into his mouth. Then there was a loud gasp from Martin as air entered his lungs again with the coughing from the cum that he also accidentally inhaled. Leanne smile realizing that Martin had just given his husband an early morning quickie blowjob, and he would soon be ready to start his day.

The Baron said nothing while Martin sat back on his knees, head down with cum dripping out one corner of his mouth, desperate for air and trying to regain some composure. His eyes all red and teary from what had just happened, he broke out crying softly as the Baron took a hold of Martin’s tee shirt he was wearing, and wiped the excess cum from his cock on it. He kissed Martin on top of his curlers, stood up and left the room without saying a word to him. Martin still by the bed on his knees, wiped his mouth on the white tee shirt as Leanne was entering the room. She had the red bag to cover his head in her hand.

“Good morning Mrs. Vargos. Please get off your knees and turn around for me please,” she said without emotion or giving him a chance to respond. The now emotionally and physically drained Martin, slowly did as she requested and Leanne cuffed Martin’s hands behind his back. “Thank you. Did you have a good night?” she asked turning him to face her. She smiled a knowing smile looking at the sight of the cum still on his chin. Martin said nothing. A man had just ejaculated his full load of semen into mouth, with him swallowing most of it, and she wanted to know if he had fun doing it. She looked at him and tilted her head with an inquisitive smile. She studied him for a moment and then she raised the bag. She held it up in front of him. Martin just looked at her at first, then he lowered his eyes and lowered his head. Leanne slipped the bag over his head roughly, pulling the drawstrings tight, and tied it off around his neck.

“Just back up a little bit,” she said as she guided him to the bed post. Leanne pulled a strap around Martin’s chest, thighs and ankles, securing him firmly to the post.

“What are you doing?” A weary voice said from in the bag.

She then took Martin’s limp penis in her hand and rubbed her thumb slowly over the head. Martin jerked at the restraints and groaned at the stinging discomfort from the tender head that had been brushed so vigorously the night before..

“Ouch,” Martin said softly as she kept doing it.

“Still a little tender from last nights knob polishing?” She kept rubbing the edges of the head of his penis as a reminder for him while she talked. “I need the utmost cooperation from you today Mrs. Vargos, and I think you need to start the day off with a reminder that your penis is not a reason why you shouldn’t wear pretty dresses in a public event, but it is at this point a source of discomfort at times, at least as far as you’re concerned. But you know that now, don’t you?”

“Stop this Leanne.” Martin was emotionally unable to take it. “Don’t do it. I’ll cooperate with you. What other choice do I have?”

“None actually, but I’m very sorry Mrs. Vargos. I honestly feel you need a little more persuasion here before we start your day just to be sure.”

“No Leanne.” Martin stood helpless with penis and testicles hanging for her discretion. He would have no choice but to stand there let her do what she thought was right, unless he could somehow talk her out of it.

There was a knock at the bedroom door. “Ah, there she is. Come in please,” Leanne called out.

“Good morning all,” the young girl said as she hurried in the room. She looked at Martin bound to the pole now. “So, are we ready to get another knob polishing already, or is it a testicle massage we need this morning?” she said snapping on a plastic glove.

“Leanne listen to me damn it. I can’t take you doing this to me again,” Martin said hanging his head while crying softly in the darkness of the hood. “I’ll do what you want. I’ll cooperate.”

Martin could hear them moving about the room but nothing was said. He heard a chair being pulled up and the girl sat down in front of him. She took his penis in her hands. Martin jumped as she began oiling his penis and testicles as she had done before in preparation. Her hands sliding the full length of his limp penis and then gently caressing his hanging testicle and oiling them. If Martin hadn’t known what was going to happen next, this might have been quite pleasurable.

“Leanne, stop this. I’ll do it, damn it. Put your damned dress on me. You don’t have to do this”

Even as Martin’s pleas continued, so did the preparation, as his cries seemed to fall on deaf ears, and his testicles and penis were now well oiled and prepared. The girl then separated his testicles and put an elastic band around each one, allowing the second band to snap rather hard on the hairless sac as she released it.

“OWWW!! Stop this! What else do you people want from me?” he screamed out from the hood, tugging at his bands, “I said I’d cooperate. What else do you want me to do? I’m cooperating,” Martin yelled in a panic.

Martin’s penis was suddenly released by the girl, and she got up and walked away. Leanne sat down in the chair and took his penis in her hand and again rubbed her thumb over the head causing Martin to squirm in his bonds in slight discomfort.

“Mrs. Vargos, personally, I still feel you need to have your testicles massaged this morning, but we will try it without the massage first. However, I won’t hesitate to have this young lady come back in here and polish that knob and massage those testicles if you give me any problems today of any kind. This is a big day for you sir. You will be introduced as Lady Vargos to the public, and you will not mess up this joyous event with your attitude. Understand me Mrs. Vargos?” she said now with a inquisitive grin. “It may not make a lot of sense to you right now, but it’s time for you to grow up and be a man about all this,……….but look like a woman while doing it. Can you do that?”

“Yes,” he said through his tears of relief that he had been spared this physical torment. Leanne had gotten him to agree this time by simply threatening him, though she wouldn’t hesitate to proceed if she felt it was required.

“That’s wonderful Mrs. Vargos. Now let’s take you in and begin your beauty treatments for your big event.” Martin was then released and taken to be prepared for his big day. After being bathed and shaved from head to toe, by two attendants, Martin was strapped once again nude into the familiar styling chair and reclined so his head was in the sink. A towel was placed around Martin’s neck and Leanne rinsed and shampooed his hair. After the shampoo she towel dried his hair and with his head still in the sink. She squeezed his hair with the towel getting most of the excess moisture out. Martin watched Leanne as she slipped on a plastic apron and a pair of plastic gloves. She smiled at him as she picked up a plastic bottle and shook it.

“I’m going to dye your hair now.” Leanne said as she held the hair dye for him to see. Martin closed his eyes as he realized now what she was doing. Martin didn’t want his hair color changed. Then taking Martin’s hair in one hand and the bottle in the other Leanne began working on his hair. Leanne talked with him as she proceeded to dye his hair a vibrant red color.

“Do you have a problem with me dying your hair red this morning Mrs. Vargos?” she asked, taunting him, knowing he hated it.

“No.” he said bluntly.

“You like having your hair dyed red, don’t you Mrs. Vargos?” Leanne pressed to see his reaction.

“Yes,” Martin said with a little hesitation.

“A new look will do you good. I always say you can tell a lot about a man by his hair. I think this summer we should go ahead and do the ‘bubble gum pink’ hair. It will match that Bimbo Barbie summer look I have in mind for you, and of course your public will be expecting it by then.” she smiled looking at his emotional discomfort of the conversation, “After all, we do want all those snooty society women to be so jealous of you, don’t we? Just think what they’ll all be saying………have you seen Lady Vargos’s new hairstyle? OMG! You do like being the trend setter and center of attention on fashion, don’t you Mrs. Vargos?” Leanne laughed.

A tear fell from the corners of each of Martin’s closed eyes and ran towards his ears. This was just a game to them. His life had been forcibly changed, and it seemed he was now to be the laughing stock for the entire communities amusement. He had no way out.

“Yes,” was all he said having no interest in discussing his impending public exhibition and humiliation he was about to be forced to endure.

Leanne sat Martin up in the chair and toweled dried his hair leaving the wet, red hair mussed up on his head.

“Wheeeew!! Look at that hair.” Leanne gushed, “I knew you’d make a great redhead,” she laughed while she sat the dryer over his head. After his hair was dry, he was rinsed and reset again, with a firm setting gel. Once again his hair was wound very tight in the familiar brush rollers. “How do those curlers feel today? I wound them extra tight for you. Do you like it?” Leanne smiled at his non reaction. She gave him a quizzical look.

“Yeah, there fine. Leanne walked in front of Martin holding a plastic handled device. She looked at him and smiled a sly smile.

“I’m so glad. It’s time to get those ears pierced ma’am.” she said as she watched his head lower and shake back and forth slowly. She turned his head and held him firmly.

[Snap] “ouch,” Martin said very softly as Leanne began the piercing. Martin gave no resistance and said nothing as three studs were snapped into each of his tender lobes. His right ear received and extra top piercing. The piercing stung initially and then burned as the rhinestone studs flickered in the light. Leanne admired him in his new studded earrings and said, “There we go, that will do for now. What do you think Mrs. Vargos?” she asked holding up a mirror and turning his head towards it. Martin looked at himself through tear dimmed eyes. He couldn’t say anything. The red hair and pierced ears and earrings gave him a hopeless, sinking feeling inside now that these more permanent type alterations were happening to him. He felt degraded even more as a male. He looked up at Leanne, bewildered as she took his chin in her hand and said, ” This ear will be getting a full perimeter piercing eventually by the way,” she said touching the outside of his right ear. “I’m not sure how the other ear will end up, and who knows what else your husband may desire you have pierced and decorated with jewels in the future. You know how he likes to see you in jewelry,” Leanne smiled at the look on Martin’s face .

Martin sat under the dryer while Leanne brought a few things into the room. Leanne removed the dryer once he was done and then explained that he would have his makeup and hair fully done first, and then the masked vale would be placed on his face. Many attendants would then be involved in dressing him. He was to cooperate fully with each one of them and to also be polite.

“If we have to we can all take a break while you have a massage if it comes to that,” she said reinforcing her control. She then informed him that Lisa would give him last minute details on his deportment and proper etiquette for his first big social event. She then prepared to do Martin’s makeup. Martin sat with his chin up as Leanne applied a light foundation to his face. It was lighter than any she had used on him to date. Then she blushed his cheeks and then applied a powder to take away the sheen. Though the process was long and tedious as she made today extra special, Martin still had to wear the deep eye shadows as before and eyeliner instead of a liner pencil. False eyelashes were applied and a coat of black mascara, as the eyes were to be all important as they would seductively look out from behind the mask prior to his coming out. His lips were then lined and prepped for lipstick. Leanne held the lipstick up to show him, before she applied it to his lips.

“The crowning glory for you Mrs. Vargos. Nothing more exotic than a man, with beautifully painted red lips. Wouldn’t you agree Mrs’ Vargos?” she grinned and proceeded to paint Martin’s lips red. Martin’s face was now fully ready for his public event. Leanne held up a mirror so Martin could see himself up close. “Do you like it?” she asked while touching up little details. Martin couldn’t speak at first. He stared at his heavily made up face and wondered if she was serious about this. It was just beyond elegant, yet sexy in a way with a hint of glamor.

“You don’t think this is a little excessive?” he said flatly with no emotion.

“Oh no ma’am. Absolutely not. This is your new social look. You’re a very beautiful social butterfly.” she said now taking the studs out of Martin’s sore earlobes. Two large dangling earrings were put in the lobes and fastened. They hung down 2″ in sparkling tiers of rhinestones. The other piercing were upgraded with large diamond studs. After she was done Martin was given the mirror again, “There is that better? See how the jewelry adds to the sophistication of your look?” Leanne asked flicking one of the earrings with her finger.

“Yeah. It looks great. I can’t wait.” he said sarcastically. He thought he looked more like a Vegas Show girl looking for a trick.

“That’s not cooperation ma’am. Let’s try this one more time before the attendants come in. You will say how much you like it and you think they are beautiful.” Leanne stepped back and stared at him.

“Yes, I think they are beautiful,” Martin said in a subdued but very male voice.

“Say it again and thank me,” she insisted.

“Yes, I think they are beautiful. Thank you very much.” Martin reiterated.

“Ok, You see ma’am, this is why I felt you needed another massage this morning. You’ve had your chance now. Any more problems and we will proceed with the massage. Do we understand each other?’

“Yes, I understand.” Martin said quietly, realizing he had to be very careful now.

Leanne brought in a Styrofoam head that had a small hairpiece attached to it in curlers. The color matched the new red color of his own hair now. As Leanne removing his curlers she tested out his demeanor once again.

“I’m giving you a very pretty formal updo today for this special event. I even have a hairpiece for you to add some height. Do you have any preference for hair ornaments you’d like to wear today or any other decorations for your hair ma’am? Flowers maybe?” Leanne put forth a question that would require a humiliating answer.

Martin was stuck as what to respond. He stared straight ahead and thought then turned his eyes to the mirror and Leanne’s reflection that was taking curlers out of his hair.

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