Date: Wed, 5 Mar 2014 13:05:07 -0800 (PST) From: Beautiful Creamer Subject: Sissyboy Beauty Sissyboy Beauty (gay adult-youth) By Beautiful Creamer This is all fantasy. I don't do this stuff and you shouldn't either. What you should do is contribute to nifty.org. One – Beauty meets the Beast Eleven-year-old Chrissie Creamcox trembled as he looked at himself in the hotel-room's bathroom mirror. It was all Daddy's fault that he was in that situation. Daddy was probably the world's best picker of slow horses and as a result found himself with a staggering debt and no way out. No way out except making Daddy's bookie, Mr. Beastly, an offer that went beyond money. Mr. Beastly showed up at Daddy's office with two legbreakers two days earlier and Daddy did the unthinkable to save himself. He offered Mr. Beastly the complete sexual services of Chrissie's 14-year-old sister Mary Lou. For as long as Mr. Beastly wanted. In every one of Mary Lou's orifices. Let the record show that this was no small offer. Mary Lou Creamcox was, by every heterosexual measure, a babe to die for. Big boobs. Wide hips. Astonishing ass. Long, sleek legs. And a face that could launch a thousand cock drips. At the mention of Mary Lou, Mr. Beastly called off the legbreakers and considered the offer. Daddy's hopes rose. Then fell as Mr. Beastly said, "I don't think so." Daddy began to consider which orthopedic surgeon he would consult when Mr. Beastly said, "But I'll forgive your entire debt for a month of dates with Chrissie." OMG, Daddy thought. So big, strong, ultra-manly Mr. Beastly was gay!! If he smirked, Daddy knew that crutches were in his future. So without fully considering the consequences, Daddy agreed. "Bring Chrissie to the Sharriott Hotel, room 252, on Friday night at seven. Here's what I want him to bring..." When Chrissie arrived, there were no kisses or hugs from Mr. Beastly. Just a question: "Did you bring what you're supposed to bring?" Chrissie nodded in the affirmative. "There's the bathroom," Mr. Beastly pointed out. No man had ever treated Chrissie like that. Men worshiped Chrissie. Men would cash in their retirement funds for the right to lick Chrissie's bumhole for an hour. Half an hour. So Chrissie was quite put off by Mr. Beastly's attitude as he carried out the cruel man's instructions that Friday at 7:12 p.m. What an oaf, Chrissie thought. A mean oaf. He wondered what Mr. Beastly was doing in the bedroom. He was probably naked by then. Chrissie shivered at the thought of such manliness in a naked state. Though Mr. Beastly was, well, beastly, he was certainly all man. Mr. Beastly was very hairy. All over. He had a five o'clock shadow at noon. His arms were thick with muscles and he was wide as a gun loophole in a red state. No visible body fat. Chrissie was no stranger to men. But Mr. Beastly was, the beastliest-looking man Chrissie had ever seen. Chrissie had been having sex with men for nearly two years. First as a naked, nine-year-old sissyboy. Later as a fully-evolved, lingerie sissyboy. The common component was always that, despite the difference in size between Chrissie and his lovers, Chrissie always felt that he was in charge. He felt at a great disadvantage with Mr. Beastly. And that scared him. Chrissie was OK with what Mr. Beastly had asked Chrissie to wear. Naked was always good. Though the white, five-inch-stiletto pumps with pointed toes were a bit odd. He and Daddy had to do some serious emergency shoe-shopping to find those. And it was a good thing that Chrissie knew how to walk in those towering things. Mary Lou had taught Chrissie many things a lingerie sissyboy needed to know. Walking in acrophobia-inducing stilettoes was a basic. Chrissie could always engender a stiffie from his "dates," even after four or five fucks, by putting on the skyscraper heels and prancing around like a runway model. Oh, the way their eyes bugged out when Chrissie's nipples lurched forward and his spectacular ass retreated backwards. Plus the way the heels made Chrissie mince about... Very stimulating! Chrissie wasn't quite naked. He was instructed to wear a red ribbon, tied in a bow, in his long, blonde hair. It looked kind of nice there. Girlie, but not over the top. All that was the easy part. Mr. Beastly wanted Chrissie in cosmetics as well. Specific cosmetics. Mary Lou had taught Chrissie all about make-up and the boy was quite good at application. It was a tactic that he approached with caution with the men he dated, however. There were all degrees of "gay," Chrissie had learned in his two years "on the bottom." Some men wanted Chrissie as butchie as possible. Not even panties. Some would have liked to have had Chrissie in a party dress with petticoats, full makeup and stratospheric heels. And all layers in between, It was all about what let Chrissie's men sleep at night. Did they want to be thinking about how they had fucked a boy, a girl who happened to have a cock, or something along that spectrum? Mr. Beastly wanted Chrissie in full warpaint. Old-school red lipstick that left kiss marks and smeared when kissed. Long, false eyelashes. Full eye make-up, including mascara and eyeliner that would run when wet, and black eye shadow. It was a very 1950s look that Chrissie had achieved by 7:32 when the young beauty gave his work a final appraisal. He looked gorgeous, in a retro, boy-who-was-prettier-than-any-girl way. Would Mr. Beastly be pleased? If Chrissie survived the night, one could say yes. One last detail. Through Daddy, Chrissie had been instructed by Mr. Beastly to apply a liberal portion of Spermbutt Anal Lubricant inside his delicious bottomhole. And to ensure full dilation before stepping into the bedroom where Mr. Beastly awaited. Monstrous cock stiff and ready to RAVAGE poor Chrissie's defenseless asshole. The young beauty shuddered with fear as he entered his bottom with the Spermbutt Anal Lubricant's special applicator cap [sold separately]. A penis-like object with holes that discharge Spermbutt Anal Lubricant all along the anal walls. He would be truly a helpless, simpering sissyboy when he gave himself to Mr. Beastly to save his Daddy's life. No acts. No drama. Real life. Oh! The special applicator cap (XXL version) rubbed against Chrissie's prostate as he fantasized about his imminent ravishment. The man would be cruel and heartless. Focused on only his own pleasure, not Chrissie's. Chrissie didn't think the man would [gasp] SPANK him, but it was all completely new territory for Chrissie. The man was so manly and in charge. He could practically RAPE Chrissie and FORCE Chrissie to do unspeakable sex acts. It was incredibly thrilling! Unspeakable sex acts! Being USED! Being FORCED! Chrissie cried out and helplessly ejaculated in thick, creamy strings. He couldn't remember the last time he had been so excited. Oh no! Had Mr. Beastly heard Chrissie having an enormous orgasm? Without him? Spilling boy's cream that Mr. Beastly may have wanted to swallow? Would Mr. Beastly be breathing fire and SPANK Chrissie so hard that his bottom would be bruised black and blue for a month? Then FUCKING that bruised bottom as if he OWNED Chrissie? Chrissie trembled as he opened the door to find out. The man was lying on the hotel-room bed. Naked. Smoking a stinky cigar. Reading the sports section of the local newspaper. Ignoring Chrissie. Which was far more despicable, in Chrissie's view, than RAPING the boy. Mr. Beastly noticed the boy's arrival. Put the cigar into an ashtray. Threw the newspaper on the floor and said, "Well. Let me see you walk in those heels." That was it? No jaw-dropping amazement at Chrissie's facial beauty? The make-up effort and delightful results? His incredible body's beauty? Just, "Well?" And an invitation to perform a walk for him? No man had ever treated Chrissie like that. Tears of frustration began to form in Chrissie's pretty eyes as he pranced competently in the stilettos. Which made his mascara begin to run. Though his tears were not so great that he missed seeing what Mr. Beastly looked like naked. The fiend was the manliest looking man whom Chrissie had ever seen. With a cock that punctuated the rest of his body perfectly. It was massive! Long and thick. With a lengthy foreskin. Having seen many cocks, Chrissie's estimate was 10.2 inches. He was off by only hundredths of an inch. Insultingly, though, it was only three-quarters stiff. Men were always at full staff in Chrissie's presence. "OK, that's enough," Mr. Beastly said. He stood up and said, "On your knees and make me hard, sissyboy." Unaccustomed to such indignity and lack of appreciation, Chrissie cried. Mascara ran. But the boy soldiered on. He knelt before Mr. Beastly and looked his imminent ravager in its one eye. Like Chrissie, Mr. Beastly's penis was weeping. The boy licked up the watery drool. Tasty. Chrissie was particularly fond of pre-cum. Three or four sucks of the knob should have the man shoving Chrissie onto his back and mounting him. That was the norm. Mr. Beastly was abnormal. He wanted to degrade the boy a bit before fucking him. So rather than let Chrissie set the fellatio agenda, Mr. Beastly began to fuck the young beauty's face. Chrissie was choking. Gagging. His lipstick was smeared all over the feral man's cock and his mascara was all over his cheeks. And that wasn't all. Mr. Beastly untied the red ribbon around Chrissie's hair and looped it around the helpless boy's neck! The brute pulled it semi-tight. Not enough to strangle Chrissie, but he had his full attention. Chrissie was terrified. He shot his sperm, of course. Didn't know why. But the orgasm was life-threatening. As was the threat of asphyxiation. But then it stopped. Mr. Beastly dropped the ribbon. Said, "Stand up. Over here." The beast could only form two-word sentences! There was a large, extra-wide, full-length mirror on one side of the room. Mr. Beastly had Chrissie place his palms on that mirror and bend slightly forward. Chrissie could see Mr. Beastly behind him. Was he getting a bullwhip? Oh! Chrissie was stiff again!! No. Mr. Beastly was not a tall man. And Chrissie was wearing five-inch heels. So the man's cock was at the exact right height for anal penetration. And that was what happened! Really happened. The man pushed his thick knob into Chrissie's bottomhole and listened to Chrissie scream. Chrissie could see the man's self-satisfied smirk. Four inches of wide-load cock shaft drew a louder scream from Chrissie. The boy had never hosted a cock like that! The last four-and-a-half inches had the man balls-deep. Mr. Beastly was all in. If only the monster would let Chrissie acclimate to the size of the intruder before he began active fucking. But no! He pushed and pulled. Varying speeds and length of stroke now and then. But not a single thought seemed to be given to Chrissie's pleasure. Looking at the mirror, Chrissie could see his own despair and the man's mask of sexual torment. He hated the man. Hated what Daddy had done to Chrissie. Hated the way he was being used as a sex object. But his cock and balls didn't see it that way. For the third time, the boy's testicles exploded. Shooting a nice portion of a beautiful boy's sperm all over the mirror. Chrissie's orgasmic anal contractions must have set the man off, because, within a minute, the man's face showed agonized pleasure and Chrissie's bumhole became a flood plain. Mr. Beastly kept thrusting until he had milked out his last man's cream and sexual sensation. He then pulled out, stood straight and said, "I don't know if I'll see you tomorrow. I have things to do. I'll let your father know. Clean yourself up. Get dressed. Tommy is in the hallway. He'll drive you home." And with that, the ogre got back onto the bed, relit his cigar and turned on a TV football game. No kissing? No praise for Chrissie's beauty and fuckability? No desperate quest for a second round of fucking? No request for a farewell cocksucking? No third round? Just, "I've orgasmed. You can go now." Who was this man? Two – Who was Beauty? Chrissie slunk into the hotel-room bathroom and turned on the shower. He got the water-temperature right, then got under it and washed away his make-up, his sweat, his sperm and every molecule of Mr. Beastly's sperm that he could exorcise from his sore bottomhole. He felt like going home and punching Daddy in the nose for getting Chrissie involved with that self-centered, sadistic, insensitive, ill-mannered, ungrateful demon. He was Chrissie Creamcox, sissyboy princess of Morecock Middle School. Men gasped and creamed their pants when they first laid eyes on Chrissie. They didn't bark out orders, ignore Chrissie's sexual and egotistical needs, grind out their own orgasm, then dismiss Chrissie. The boy remembered how it had been with the REAL MEN Chrissie had known since the Creamcoxes" neighbor, Mr. Pantypeeler, showed nine-year-old Chrissie that there was more fun to latchkey afternoons than milk, cookies and "Gilligan's Island" reruns. Mr. Pantypeeler gave Chrissie a "three-hour tour" every school day afternoon until the man moved on to younger boys and the boy moved on to the rest of the men in the known universe. Mr. Pantypeeler APPRECIATED the platinum-class pussy he was getting from Chrissie. Every time. And so did all the other men and boys who had shared Chrissie's carnal delights. Not like that disgusting excuse for a fuck partner, Mr. Beastly. Well, in 29 days, Chrissie would be free of that Mr. Beastly person and real life could recommence for the prettiest boy in seven contiguous states. Chrissie dried himself off, especially his long, blond hair, got dressed, gathered his things and huffed his way past the brutish Mr. Beastly, who was still on the bed, still naked, still smoking that cigar, still watching TV, still drooling cum from that massive boypoker and still ignoring Chrissie. The pretty boy slammed the hotel room door on the way out. True to the rude man's word, his legbreaking assistant Tommy was waiting to take Chrissie home. Chrissie noticed the way that Tommy looked at Chrissie as they walked to the car. He was sure that Tommy's balls were aching at the thought of fucking Chrissie. That was more like it. Normality! Well Tommy could just forget it. Chrissie wanted no more of Mr. Beastly or his thuggish entourage. It was not even 9 p.m. on Friday night and Chrissie needed to get his ego back where it belonged. On the ten-minute drive to Chrissie's house, the young beauty texted Mr. Tenderlove, the best antidote Chrissie knew for a blow to his considerable self-esteem. "My house in one hour?" Chrissie's text read. Nanoseconds later, the reply. "I'll be there!!!!" Hmmm, Chrissie thought. That was better. Much better. Tommy dropped Chrissie off and the boy ran in the door. Daddy was sitting at the dining room table, handicapping the next day's races. He looked up and asked, "How did it go with Mr. Beastly?" Chrissie spat out. "He's a pig. I hate him. But I'll do whatever you ask because I don't want you in the hospital. But don't ever get in the hole like that again, OK?" "No way," Daddy said. "I have a fool-proof system now. We're going to be rich soon enough." Oh no! Chrissie thought. A fool-proof system for picking horses. Daddy will just get deeper and deeper and Mr. Beastly will be fucking my bottom forever! It was a miserable thought. Though it made Chrissie's cock so hard it could have cut glass. "What time does Mr. Beastly want you tomorrow?" "He says he may not call. Too busy." Even Daddy was startled at that. Men didn't miss a single chance to enjoy Chrissie. Except for Daddy. He had never touched Chrissie or Mary Lou "that way" and never would. No interest. Horses were his thing. There's no accounting for taste. Mom's taste changed after she married Daddy and his addiction. Three years earlier she decided that she was a lesbian and ran off with her best friend to a warmer climate. "Mr. Tenderlove will be staying tonight, Daddy. Send him up, will you?" "OK. Your sister's entertaining in her room too." And that was the extent of meaningful conversation between Chrissie and Daddy. Chrissie only had about 45 minutes to get ready for Mr. Tenderlove. But he had already showered. And knew Mr. Tenderlove's preferences. The man liked Chrissie in "full girlie." Nighties and stockings. Big heels. Full makeup, though the modern kind that didn't smear as easily as that retro stuff he wore for Mr. Beastly. Mr. Tenderlove had bought Chrissie tons of such items at Sissy Boy World (a Sissy Boy Enterprises subsidiary). The nice man had also paid off the Creamcoxes' mortgage and taxes for the next 20 years as a gesture of good will to Chrissie. A big gesture. Which Chrissie appreciated greatly, since Daddy could have gambled away all the mortgage and tax money without a single thought. Just to be sure that Daddy didn't mortgage the house for gambling money, Mr. Tenderlove's name was on the deed. At five minutes prior to Mr. Tenderlove's arrival, Chrissie checked himself out in one of four full-length mirrors in his room. His make-up said, "semi-slutty 16-year-old girl." His clothes said, "Fuck me now. I mean it." The boy was wearing a lovely yellow chiffon baby doll with spaghetti straps and a hem just above where his pubic patch would be if he didn't shave it every day. No panties. A ruffly, yellow garter belt attached to sheer, yellow stockings that caressed his long legs. Made even longer by a pair of white, strappy sandals with a five-inch, pencil heel. He was scorching hot. And ready for Mr. Tenderlove's delightful brand of worshipful, attentive love. The kind of love a pretty boy and a wealthy, uh, a loving man should enjoy. [Knock, knock] It was Mr. Tenderlove! Chrissie's REAL lover. "Come in," Chrissie said in a soft voice. All girlie and submissive. The door was flung open and Mr. Tenderlove was already naked. Fire was snorting from the man's nostrils as he burst into the room, flung the helpless sissyboy onto the bed, onto his back and mounted him. The man ripped Chrissie's babydoll apart as he SHOVED his massive cock into Chrissie's dry bottomhole. Ripping! Tearing! Chrissie screamed in real agony as the brutal, sexual assault proceeded unabated. Chrissie spunked first. So intensely that he passed out. When he awoke, the man was snoring self-satisfyingly next to him. Or so Chrissie fanatasized. What really happened was still quite enjoyable. An adoring, fully-dressed Mr. Tenderlove entered the room and glowed with love for Chrissie. He complimented Chrissie's vast beauty and his appreciation for the preparation Chrissie had taken to wear what would make Mr. Tenderlove happy. He then kissed Chrissie passionately for a short time. Followed by the man's oral adoration of Chrissie's sweet nipples as the man's Spermbutt Anal Lubricant-coated fingers explored Chrissie's prostate. That made Chrissie cum, of course. It always did. And he spunked as hard as he always did in that situation. Which was quite intensely. The orgasms Chrissie and Mr. Tenderlove achieved in loving bond that night were as spectacular as ever. When Mr. Tenderlove spooned up behind Chrissie and gave him an excellent, lengthy, cum-drenched buggering, the orgasms were brilliant. As good as ever, which was very, very good indeed. But none measured up to the screaming fury of what he had felt with that disgusting brute, Mr. Beastly. That was not good. Three – Who was the Beast? Harry Beastly likened himself to Butch Cassidy, leader of the Hole-in-the-Wall Gang. Like Butch, Mr. Beastly had a reputation for violence. But until the final hour of his life (and then only in self-defense), Butch had never killed anyone. Though Mr. Beastly's two "legbreakers," Tommy and Evan, accompanied him on his debt collections, there had never been any actual "legbreaking." No broken bones. Or seriously stretched tendons. Mr. Beastly collected his debts with intimidation based on reputation. It was all a good front. Just like the front he had put up with that Chrissie boy. Fucking Chrissie had been the best five minutes of Mr. Beastly's life. He wanted more. He wanted to adore Chrissie. Kiss him and love him. Wake up next to him and fuck him again. Then again. For life. But there were two things at play here. If Mr. Beastly dropped his veil of ferociousness, he would have to actually break legs to collect his debts. And more importantly, Mr. Beastly wanted Chrissie to fall in love with him. Not just perform sex acts with Mr. Beastly to save his Daddy. Mr. Beastlystrongly suspected that he had scored big points with Chrissie on their first meeting by being boorish, ungrateful, brutish and overly and unnecessarily macho. It was certainly different from the obedient worship Mr. Beastly was pretty sure a boy that beautiful got from his admirers every day. It appeared that Mr. Beastly was right. But he didn't know that yet. To comply with his strategy of feigned indifference, Mr. Beastly had to skip sex with Chrissie on Saturday. Though his balls ached and he second-guessed himself all day long. Maybe the smart thing to do would have been to just fuck Chrissie as often and as ferociously as he could for 30 days. Chrissie's father was a degenerate gambler and would have more debts – paid off with Chrissie's ass – perhaps in one-week increments. But Mr. Beastly wanted Chrissie to realize that what he thought was hate in an early chapter, was in fact love in later chapters. Perhaps Mr. Beastly had read too many romance novels. But that was the plan and he was sticking to it. He awoke on Saturday morning with a massive woodie and a strong urge to call Chrissie and demand his immediate presence. Stick to the plan. 24 more hours. Where was that...? There. His bottle of Slickyboy Mssturbation Cream and his three years of back copies of the monthly spinoff of "Sissy Boy Magazine" - "Lingerie Sissy Boy." Including the latest, as-yet-"unread" issue. That should distract him. Mr. Beastly considered the new magazine. "Lingerie Sissyboy of the Year finalists," it proclaimed. Mr. Beastly liked that issue! The cover showed four boys, aged perhaps nine through late 11. Each was in seamed, reinforced-heel-and-toe, fully-fashioned stockings; garter belts; and very high heels. Two of the little balldrainers' faces had been professionally and fully made up. One was wearing only lipstick and blush. One wore no make-up. Oddly, the make-up-free sissyboy was not the nine-year-old. He appeared to be the oldest and in Mr. Beastly's learned opinion, the prettiest. None of the boys wore a bra or panties, so nipples, penises and testicles were in full view. All four were rampantly erect and smiling at the camera. Mr. Beastly was sure that their glorious bums would be in full view within the magazine. And that each of those bums would be drooling sperm from their encounters with the Lingerie Sissyboy of the Year "judges." He was right. Mr. Beastly made sure that he had greased his magnificent cock with enough Slickyboy Masturbation Cream to float a rowboat. Then he opened to page one. Terry, the nine-year-old, was presented to the reader first. Terry's stockings, garters and heels were pink. As were his pretty parts. His strappy sandals had heels the same size as his penis – three inches. The camera adored Terry and so did Mr. Beastly. The pretty "pre-ten" bent this way and that to show Mr. Beastly and (32 million other men) his tiny bum and tinier hole. When the "judge" arrived to evaluate Terry's beauty and "congeniality," the "talent" competition began. The judge (and Mr. Beastly) found Terry to be an outstanding cocksucker, who looked even prettier with a faceful of the judge's sperm. The boy's "flexibility" was then examined as the judge fucked him in six distinct positions. In the last position, good, old doggie style, judge and sissyboy faced the camera. The judge's face was red and scrunched with impending orgasm. Terry looked as if he were approaching sexual bliss as well, though reason and physiology strongly suggested that any orgasm the nine-years-and seven-months-old, stunning beauty experienced would be dry. Still, Mr. Beastly imagined his lips surrounding that perfect little 2.97-inch stiffie. Licking it. Encouraging it to achieve beyond its years. Did Chrissie look like Terry when he was that age? No matter. Chrissie was more beautiful than any of the four finalists. That was clear to Mr. Beastly. Mr. Beastly rubbed his cockhead a bit more sensuously. Thought about making uninhibited, all-night love with Chrissie. Then he turned the page and... Miraculously, Terry was spurting boy's cream. Three thin strings of it, but the real thing. Terry first looked startled. Then in sexual agony. Then quite pleased with himself. Was that a complete coincidence that Terry had his first creamies for Publisher Biff Buggerall's "Sissy Boy" cameras? Or did Biff find a lovely, precocious nine-year-old who was already creaming and build the piece around his "first" spunk. No matter. Mr. Beastly joined the judge and 32 million other men in shooting their creamloads at the sight of the young beauty's first wet one. That self-induced cum took the edge off Mr. Beastly's anxiety, but it wouldn't be easy to resist calling Chrissie that day. Even though one day's abstinence was key to Mr. Beastly's long-term success. The man did have three other finalists to shoot his sperm over. Plus back issues. He could make it until Sunday if he gritted his teeth. And stroked his cock. Four – Waiting for Mr. Beastly Saturday was always an "energetic" day for Chrissie. There was no way that the young lovely was just going to sit around waiting for that rutting rat Mr. Beastly to call him. Mr. Tenderlove gave Chrissie an exquisitely long and creamy goodbye fuck and was out of the house by pre-arrangement at 9 a.m. Chrissie had no plans that day, but that wasn't unusual. He rarely planned ahead. When one has a cellphone with the numbers of more than 20 men who would crawl across broken glass to see one, plans are unnecessary. So Chrissie took his shower, dried his hair, put on just a long tshirt that reached below his knees, and went downstairs to get some cereal and orange juice. Mary Lou was there already, with her bowl of Cheerios. Daddy was in the living room poring over the racing forms. Mary Lou had disposed of her overnight date by 7:30. The last thing she wanted was for one of her hunky studs to bump into her sissyboy brother. She had lost too many boyfriends that way. Chrissie and Mary Lou exchanged pleasantries. They were surprisingly close. Probably a case of unity in the face of Daddy's weaknesses. Mary Lou, it seems, would be picked up at noon by her date, a rather rich 34-year-old man, whisked off to a bed and breakfast in the country, and fucked until she was returned home on Sunday night. Thus paying their grocery bill for six months. Chrissie and Mary Lou were the ones paying the bills. The siblings finished breakfast, cleaned up, and went upstairs to get ready for the day. Chrissie checked his phone. No messages. But there wouldn't be. Mr. Beastly said he would be calling Daddy. Chrissie would ask Mr. Beastly to modify that on their next meeting. If they ever actually talked. What to do that day? Patrick would know. Patrick was Chrissie's best friend. And every bit as lingerie sissyboyish as Chrissie. Chrissie texted Patrick, who promised to be over by noon. It was 10:17. Chrissie dressed to receive his guest. Pink, thong panties made for sissyboys - a special pouch for a boy's private things. A pink bra, also made for a boy – no room for titties, but creating an illusion of a bump over the nipples. Available at your local Sissy Boy World store or online. Paid for by one of Chrissie's many "daddies." It was 10:24. Chrissie skipped the makeup and lay on his bed. From the sissyboy handbook – "When you're alone in bed, take a nap. If you're not alone, you won't get much sleep." Chrissie slept the sleep of the innocent. Dreaming of that brutish thug, Mr. Beastly. The man's huge cock was gagging him and he couldn't breathe! Then it was in his bottom and it was tearing him apart. The man was an animal! Chrissie wanted to cry out for Mr. Beastly to stop, but he couldn't. And then, he shot his boy's cream. In the dream and in real life. Filling his pink panty pouch with sperm and causing Chrissie to awaken and sit straight up. Fighting to regain reality, Chrissie opened his eyes and saw, not Mr. Beastly, but Patrick. "That was some dream, Honey," Patrick said. "Want to tell me about it while I lick up all this tasty cream? It's too good to waste." What a relief, Chrissie thought. Patrick was there. His best friend. Already dressed for Saturday afternoon fun in a lovely boy-fitted, lilac-colored bra and panties set. Oh, Patrick! The sweet boy had freed Chrissie's penis from its panty pouch and was licking it clean. When Patrick had swabbed the shaft completely, he bathed Chrissie's balls with his hot, wet tongue. Mmmmmm. Next came the panties themselves, victims of an attack by 1,000,000 or so startled sperm and their semen sidekicks. All clean. So Patrick moved on to Chrissie's knob. Pulling back the foreskin to lick up all the spermies that were hiding under it. Then stopped. "I think I need to be cleaned down there too, Chrissie," the young lovely said. So Patrick moved into 69 position, then capped Chrissie's knob with his mouth. Licking it all over as Chrissie removed Patrick's panties and began his own sanitational activities. Two lovely, lingerie sissyboys. Lunching on each other's private parts. Delicious. Patrick spermed first, of course. Despite his recent, sopping-wet dream, Chrissie followed soon after. In many ways, Patrick was Chrissie's favorite lover. The boys exchanged cummy kisses in each other's loving arms. With naughty fingers exploring each other's prostates as tongues exchanged sperm. But they stopped short of another cum. Chrissie told Patrick all about his brief, frustrating, disgusting encounter with Mr. Beastly. And how much he hated the man. And how incredibly intense his three orgasms in the man's presence had been. And how dreaming about being further abused by the man had made him cum hard in his sleep. To Patrick, it sounded like Chrissie was falling in love with Mr. Beastly. But he kept that opinion to himself for the moment. "We should do something different this afternoon, Patrick," Chrissie said. "I don't have plans," Patrick said. "Good. Let's do something more dangerous than we usually do." Patrick smirked. "You mean like dress up really tarty and go down to the docks where the international sailors are? Or to a construction site and cocktease the workers?" Chrissie laughed. "I'm not trying to get us shanghaied or killed. Just do more exciting stuff." Patrick thought a moment. "What about those two 18-year-old high-school football players we met after the game your sister took us to three Fridays ago." Chrissie brightened. "Yeah. They were hot. What were their names?" "Ryan and Connor. I have their phone numbers too, but we never called them. Should we?" "Sure," Chrissie said. "Wait. They did know we were boys, right?" Patrick laughed. "I'm not sure. We said our names were Chrissie and Patti. And we were wearing stockings, miniskirts and heels. With full make-up. That's what makes it more dangerous." "Yeah that and the fact that at age 18, they'll be ready to fuck us every 15 or 20 minutes." The pretty boys agreed to the adventure and the young men were called. Ryan answered on the first ring. So did Connor. As if they had been staring at their phones for three weeks, waiting for "Chrissie and Patti" to call. A good start. Chrissie invited the young men to Chrissie's house for a time one hour later. Which was smart because Mary Lou's bedroom was available for private fuckings or they could all orgy it up in Chrissie's room. Plus, Daddy being in the house ensured that Ryan and Connor would at least think about things before axe-murdering Chrissie and Patrick. Meanwhile, Chrissie and Patrick dolled up for their dates. Patrick kept his lilac bra and panties on and accessorized with one of Chrissie's lilac, full-length, see-through peignoirs. Chrissie and Patrick were the same size in everything, so Patrick was also able to borrow Chrissie's lilac, seamed, reinforced-heel-and-toe, fully-fashioned stockings; and lilac sandals with three-inch spiked heels. The lovely femboy freshened his make-up as Chrissie peeled off his pink bra and panties and switched to white. A white, floor-length, see-through peignoir; white seamed, reinforced-heel-and-toe, fully-fashioned stockings; white garter belt; and white, powderpuff sandals with a four-inch heel. Chrissie limited his makeup application to a mere four on the ten-point slutty scale and admired both his own and Patrick's beauty. "We are hot!" Chrissie said. "Awesome hot!" Patrick agreed. And for a moment, each considered dismissing their dates and shooting their cream all over each other for the next six hours or so. But just then, there was a knock at the door. It was Daddy. He always knocked. Was he there to tell Chrissie that Mr. Beastly had summoned him?? If so, it was Patrick's lucky day, because he would be fucked all afternoon by both Ryan and Connor. Sadly no. "Two high-school guys here for you. Are you expecting them?" "Yes, Daddy. Thanks." "I'm downstairs if they get rough with you." That was nice of Daddy, but he hoped that they would get a little rough. "That's very sweet, Mr. Creamcox. Thank you." And Daddy left. Moments later, Ryan and Connor appeared at Chrissie's bedroom door. Let's start thinking of adjectives to describe the look on the young men's faces when they saw Chrissie and Patrick in full lingerie. Stunned. Lusty. Grateful. Astounded. Pussy-hungry. All of the above. For their part, Chrissie and Patrick were biting their knuckles and looking as shy as one can look when dressed for fucking and cocksucking. Ryan looked at the sissyboys, looked at Connor and then said it best. "Wow!" Chrissie and Patrick giggled girlishly. Just to be absolutely, positively sure that there were no uncomfortable misunderstandings, Patrick said, "You do know that we're boys, right?" Connor nodded and said, "We wouldn't be half as excited if you were girls. You're beautiful. You're super sexy. And you won't be cockteasers. You want sex as much as we do. Maybe more." It was good to get that out of the way. By pre-agreement, Patrick stepped forward and grabbed Connor's arm. "Let's talk about things in the next bedroom, OK?" "Sure, Patti. You're all I've been thinking about for three weeks and one day." They left. Leaving Chrissie and Ryan alone. Chrissie chose Ryan because Ryan was African-American. Thus, in Chrissie's mind, more "dangerous." And Chrissie was seeking danger. Unfortunately for Chrissie's fantasy, Ryan was an upper-class kid with a father who was a doctor and a mother who was a full professor at a local university. Ryan had never taken drugs, been in jail or even had a fistfight. He had a full academic scholarship to Stanford set for the following year. Bummer. Chrissie was expecting "ghetto `hood" and got "Mr. Rodgers' Neighborhood." But Ryan knew what made white girls' pussies wet and white sissyboys' testicles ache. Ryan didn't resort to ghetto dialect, but he did show his imaginary dangerous side. "You look fine, Baby. Really fine. But you're overdressed. Get that coat thing off and come over here with me. Chrissie slowly, removed his peignoir and stood facing Ryan in his stockings, heels and garter belt. Which alone would make most men cream their pants. Instead of creaming his pants, Ryan removed them. Then his shirt. Now it was Chrissie's turn to say "Wow." Ryan's body was sculpted. And so black that it frightened suburban, white Chrissie. Chrissie couldn't see Ryan's "set" yet, because the young man was still wearing his boxers. But he was sure that Ryan's penis was at least ten inches. Weren't all black men that big? He wouldn't need any nasty, mean, self-centered Mr. Beastly after being with Ryan. Still wearing his boxers, Ryan sat and invited Chrissie onto his lap. Chrissie gave a little shy wriggle and then minced over to Ryan's lap. Ryan felt Chrissie's delicious bum on his thighs. Saw the boy's pink penis pointing skyward. Maybe he wouldn't go to Stanford. Just stay in town and fuck Chrissie day and night. Maybe he'd better do something to keep Chrissie interested. "You ever kiss a black man, Baby?" Chrissie shook his head. Cutely and truthfully. "Then go ahead and kiss me. Don't worry. The black won't rub off." With pleasure. Chrissie dug in. Tongue flashing. Both of them getting into some serious heat. Ryan began to skin Chrissie's knob as they tongue-kissed. Chrissie reached into Ryan's boxers to return the favor. Now, it wasn't as if Chrissie was expecting a python and got a garter snake. Ryan's cock was a very respectable, well above-average 7.24 inches. Or three inches shorter than Mr. Beastly's. Which meant that Mr. Beastly was still the only known source of double-digit satisfaction in Chrissie's world. Chrissie stifled his disappointment and gave Ryan the afternoon of his life. Heck, of anyone's life. He slid down to his knees, took Ryan into his mouth and made him cum twice before he let the young man's cock loose. Swallowing every drop of sperm and semen in the process. Then Chrissie screamed and creamed as Ryan ate out his sissyboy bum for what seemed like an hour. Screaming and creaming again when Ryan fucked him quite ferociously. They made love in one form or another until the sissyboys dismissed Ryan and Connor at 8 p.m. Ryan was an excellent lover. And was granted a place of honor in Chrissie's "Who do I call to get fucked?" queue. But he wasn't Mr. Beastly. Five – The Beast reappears At 9 a.m. on Sunday, Mr. Beastly awoke to sticky sheets and a full woodie. He could NOT wait any longer. [Ring, ring] Daddy Creamcox: Hello. Mr. Beastly: I would like to see Chrissie again. Noon. Room 714 of the Ritz Shilton Hotel. Tell him to wear boy clothes to the room, but to bring lingerie, cosmetics of his choosing, and any lubricants and any "post-coitus materials" like tampons he may need. I'll provide his ride home when I'm through with him. Daddy Creamcox: [Gulp] OK. Another chip off of Daddy's masculinity. He could go to Gamblers Anonymous, but his gambling was totally under control and he could stop any time he wanted. Daddy knocked on Chrissie's door. The boy had slept alone last night, Patrick having gone home around nine. The young beauty awoke at Daddy's knock and awaited the news. Daddy relayed Mr. Beastly's instructions verbatim. Chrissie quivered with fear and excitement. Daddy insisted that Chrissie eat breakfast before going to the monster's lair. Chrissie didn't have much of an appetite. His stomach was fluttering at the thought of the rough, inappropriate treatment he would be getting. How he would be USED. FUCKED hard and cast aside by a bully no decent person could ever love. There were the matters of Mr. Beastly's thick, ten-inch cock. How that felt afflicting his prostate. Mr. Beastly's amazingly hairy, muscular and incredibly masculine body. And a quite handsome face. Which in no way even partly made up for Mr. Beastly's selfish boorishness. Well, maybe a little. Chrissie did have the three most intense orgasms of his young life during their last encounter. Which in no way even partly made up for Mr. Beastly's animalistic demeanor. Well, maybe a little. Anyway, Chrissie endured a bowl of Daddy's oatmeal, then went back to his room to pack. Carefully. Whereas, at their first meeting, Mr. Beastly had described in detail down to the color of Chrissie's hair ribbon and the properties of the cosmetics, this time the man had given Chrissie complete latitude in the selection of everything. Was Mr. Beastly testing Chrissie? To see if Chrissie knew what a sexy outfit and make-up looked like? Well, Chrissie had a lineup of men a football field long who could attest to the pretty boy's skill at dressing and making up for sex. Unfortunately, none of those men would be in room 714 that afternoon. Just Chrissie and Mr. Beastly. So Chrissie wanted to get things right. Because he didn't want Mr. Beastly to cancel his deal with Daddy. Then break Daddy's legs. That was the reason Chrissie wanted to look sexier than he had ever looked. Not because he wanted Mr. Beastly to fuck the living shit out of him. So the boy selected his things, packed them into a pink, overnight case, and took his shower. Drying himself carefully as he thought about the horrors that awaited him while in the evil clutches of Mr. Beastly. It was a good thing that he hadn't imagined them too vividly. Or he would have spilled his sperm. Chrissie had a hunch that he would need every creamy drop of it that afternoon. Chrissie brushed his long blond hair and tied it in a ponytail. He put on boy clothes – shorts, tshirt, sandals – grabbed his pink bag -and went downstairs to Daddy. It was 11:23 a.m. Twenty-four minutes later, Chrissie was outside room 714. Mr. Beastly's man, Tommy, checked him out, imagined what it would be like to fuck Chrissie, sighed, knocked and went in. Chrissie waited. Thirteen minutes later, at precisely noon, Tommy returned and held the door open for Chrissie. Another control game, Chrissie thought correctly. But he was still frighteningly excited to be back in Mr. Beastly's vile clutches. The man was lying on the bed. Gloriously naked. Looking at Chrissie this time and saying, "Take your time in there this time. Make me hard just from looking at you." Oh! What if I disappoint him, Chrissie thought. Will be SPANK me? Will he call Tommy in and they'll take turns SPANKING me? Chrissie whimpered and hustled himself into the bathroom. Setting out his materials. Face first. Chrissie applied modern cosmetics that time. The kind that didn't run and smear. With one exception. After applying his foundation and brushing on some blush, Chrissie took the eye makeup to a seven on the ten-point slutty scale. The one that says, "Oh, yeah. I've done it lots of times with lots of guys. Play your cards right and you can get some too." His last application was bright red lipstick. The old-school version that leaves kiss marks wherever it goes. Chrissie hoped to smear a lot of that in several places on Mr. Beastly's hairy, buff body. Especially his fat, ten-inch sissypleaser. Proclaiming his face beautiful, Chrissie moved on to the clothing. The boy knew the old adage about wearing black lingerie means you want to be fucked. He knew that he liked being fucked while wearing any color. But he liked the signal black would send to Mr. Beastly. So Chrissie rolled two black, seamed, reinforced-heel-and-toe, fully-fashioned stockings into doughnuts, then slowly, sensuously (in case Mr. Beastly had a hidden camera or something) up each leg. Which Chrissie had shaved that morning along with his armpits and his pubic region. The pretty boy attached a lacy, black, garter belt to his waist and snapped the stockings to it with six fasteners. He then took the time to ensure his seams were straight, getting a good look at his glorious ass as he did so. Chrissie had considered wearing panties and bra, but thought them too restrictive. So he dug into his closet and found, among the many gifts from men, the perfect accessory. It was a lacy, black, bolero jacket that covered only his shoulders. Exposing his precious nipples in all their grandeur. His [blush] private parts would be shown naked, stiff and needy to his ravager as well. Chrissie breathed a sigh. So far so good. He had been concerned that he would spunk just from getting ready to be fucked. As he had the last time. Didn't want that this time. Wanted to save it all for the man. Of course there were still the matters of lubrication and dilation. Which the man should have been doing for Chrissie. If he weren't such a fiend about it. Having learned from last time, Chrissie chose a much smaller applicator cap to "juice up" his bum with Spermbutt Anal Lubricant. It didn't even reach his prostate. So cum volcanoes were avoided, Chrissie slid his pretty feet into a pair of four-inch-stiletto, black, patent-leather pumps and he was ready to face his fucker. Said fucker was excited beyond belief. But couldn't show it. Faking indifference when the brilliance that was Chrissie in full battle array appeared in the bathroom doorway was an acting job worthy of a lifetime achievement award. "Walk for me. Let me see what you've got," the man said. Chrissie knew how to cocktease before he cockpleased. He sissy-walked back and forth in those high heels. Stopping now and then to show Mr. Beastly his ass, framed by stocking tops and garters. Spreading the cheeks just a little to give Mr. Beastly a tiny view of heaven. Mr. Beastly suppressed a gasp. He cleared his throat and, in his deepest voice said, "Show me how you kiss a man when you want him to FUCK you." Chrissie winced at that. It was a little insulting. As if Chrissie, the boy who could stiffen any cock on earth with a glance, needed to convince a man that he should fuck Chrissie. But he could play that game, because it meant he would finally get a chance to explore that gorgeous, manly body. Chrissie stepped out of his heels and lay next to Mr. Beastly's right side on the bed. Was the man showing signs of interest, rather than the indifference Chrissie had gotten from him the last time? Mr. Beastly's cock was NOT indifferent. It was at full stand, skinned and throbbing with a fiery red knob. The man had implied that Chrissie needed to convince him that he should fuck Chrissie. Chrissie would see about that. He would show the man what being kissed by Chrissie was all about. In an unexpected way. Rather than attach his lips to Mr. Beastly's mouth, as one would expect, Chrissie attached his lips to Mr. Beastly's right nipple. And licked it. Getting more than one hair in his mouth. But the reaction was worth it. The man arched his back in surprised passion. No one had ever licked Mr. Beastly's nipple. Certainly no one as exquisitely beautiful and sexily attired as Chrissie. Chrissie left a nice red ring around Mr. Beastly's right nipple, then added a second around his left. Both nipples were fully erect as Chrissie abandoned them and moved genitally. Chrissie introduced himself to Mr. Beastly's fat balls with a sweet, lipsticky kiss on each one, then some superb tongue work on those sensitive spherical areas that are too often ignored during lovemaking. Mr. Beastly found it more and more difficult to conceal his interest in the proceedings. When Chrissie moved his red lips to Mr. Beastly's mouth (passing over the man's cock), the man kissed back. And very well. The heat was searing as Chrissie and Mr. Beastly clinched bodies and fucked each other's mouths with their tongues. Which is the only accurate way to describe their ferocious kissing. Mr. Beastly's hands were not idle during the steamy session. The man entered Chrissie's bottomhole with two thick, rough fingers and gave Chrissie something to remember about the role of the prostate during lovemaking. As the cruel brute committed aggravated assault on the young boy's tender prostate, Chrissie's eyes got very wide, his mouth got very vocal and his balls got very empty. Chrissie screamed in what had to be genuine sexual agony. As seven leaping strands of his love juices left his body. And landed in the web of chest and stomach hair adorning Mr. Beastly. For a scary moment, Chrissie thought that Mr. Beastly was annoyed that Chrissie had spermed him like that. As Chrissie completed his shuddering from the intensity of his orgasm, Mr. Beastly pushed him away. Would the boy be dismissed? Without even being FUCKED? No man could be that harsh. On the contrary... Mr. Beastly lay on his back. He looked at Chrissie as condescendingly as he could and said, "Climb onto my cock. Ease it into your ass. All the way." The most welcome of welcome orders. Mr. Beastly was lying on his back. His massive love muscle seemed to be bigger than ever. And hard as the Petrified Forest in 40 below weather. Chrissie felt in control for the second time that afternoon. He liked being in control. Chrissie knew men. And he knew that Mr. Beastly was exhibiting all the signs of a man in great and urgent sexual need. In need of Chrissie. And Chrissie's lovely bottomhole. Chrissie was not, let's state for the record, a cockteaser. He did not get a man worked up and then abandon him. But he did enjoy teasing just a little bit before pleasing a man's cock. The young beauty straddled Mr. Beastly, making eye contact. He lined up the man's peehole with his boyish pucker. As if ensuring that he had the right cock and the right asshole, Chrissie teased Mr. Beastly by rubbing the man's knob against Chrissie's wrinkle. Mmmm. Mr. Beastly gritted his teeth. And resisted cumming with all of his considerable resolve. Cumming before penetration would make the man seem weak. And weakness was the antithesis of his strategy to win Chrissie's heart and body. Chrissie stopped that soon enough, thank goodness. The boy wanted to be fucked and recognized the danger of overteasing. So he opened his asshole muscles as much as he could and enveloped the knob. Ouch. It stretched Chrissie's lovehole painfully. Though not as much as it had two days earlier. Again, Mr. Beastly suppressed a moan of joy. Burying any and all parts of his cock in Chrissie's sweet pussy was the greatest happiness of his life. He would be much more comfortable with things once Chrissie fell completely in love with him and they were on their honeymoon. A dream worth dreaming. But reality was awfully good at that moment. Mr. Beastly watched with fascination as Chrissie sat down on his huge rammer – inch by inch. The boy winced as each fresh centimeter stretched his sweet pussy. But he soldiered on. The man couldn't help but enjoy the boy's discomfort. Who among us hasn't dreamed of our lover, either by words or expression, saying, "It's too big! I can't get it all in!" To which, Dream Us replied, "I said, `Take it all, bitch!'" No b-word application was necessary in Chrissie's case. He was determined to stuff every micron of Mr. Beastly's ultra-manhood into his tiny pussy. Just as he had two days earlier. "I think that's the whole thing," the sweating, trembling boy said to his tormenter. Chrissie hoped that was all of it. If not, the boy's bowels would explode if he had to take just one more millimeter of cock. "It's all in," Mr. Beastly grunted manfully. "Move up and down on it." Chrissie needed no further orders. He paused for perhaps 30 seconds to give his asshole time to adjust to its new reality. Then the pretty boy slid up and down. Once. Then again. His prostate was under its most intense assault ever as he grunted and gasped his way through a third stroke. So good! But one can always make it better. The boy leaned forward and began to tongue-kiss Mr. Beastly's mouth as he repeated the fucking motion. Bliss! Mr. Beastly held off cumming throughout the first 25 strokes, but knew that he wouldn't last another 25. It was time to take command. As Chrissie completed his 26th downstroke, Mr. Beastly held him closely in his arms and rolled to his left. Performing what in wrestling is called a "reversal." In fucking, it's called, you were on top and now I am. Chrissie was pinned to the mat. Almost suffocated by the pressure of a rutting man on top of him. Prostate being abused every 10-15 seconds. It was one of the great moments of his life. Great moments are often celebrated with fireworks. Rockets' red glares. Bombs bursting in air, It was all there for Chrissie. He spermed Mr. Beastly's stomach and chest once again. And again, the man did not mind. In fact, Mr. Beastly shot off his own glaring rockets moments later. Big, creamy rockets. Man and boy held onto each other as they shuddered out their passion. Chrissie would have preferred some post-coital kissing after that red-letter orgasm. But apparently, the Beast had not evolved that far yet. Chrissie resolved to impart some manners to Mr. Beastly. Without emasculating him. A delicate balance. When Chrissie's bumhole involuntarily rejected Mr. Beastly's limp prick, the lovers lay side by side. Chests heaving. A good time for kissing, endearments and outrageous promises. But they were not present. What was present was a big mess. Mr. Beastly's temporarily defeated fuckmonster was flecked with Chrissie's anal juices and drooling the seminal remains of the pleasure he had just endured. Chrissie's cock was dripping his own sissy juices and his bumhole was drooling a considerable amount of Mr. Beastly's prodigious sperm. His lipstick was smeared and depleted. Mr. Beastly's chest and stomach hair were matted with the remains of two of Chrissie's thunderous cums. His nipples, balls and face were smeared with Chrissie's red lipstick. And they were just getting started. "Show me how you convince a man that he should shoot his sperm down your throat," Mr. Beastly said. Another challenge?!?!?! When was he going to come up with something difficult? And less insulting. Chrissie surprised Mr. Beastly by leaving the bed and going to the bathroom. Had he pushed the angel too far? Was Chrissie going home? Mr. Beastly panicked. He couldn't lose Chrissie. He would get on his knees and beg Chrissie to stay. Shower the boy with presents – all his worldly goods if need be. But Chrissie returned in less than 45 seconds. With a compact and a tube of lipstick. Mr. Beastly watched in great relief as the boy applied a fresh coat to his lips. He had washed off his face and the smeary lipstick and was applying the non-smear kind. When Chrissie determined that he looked good enough to suck Mr. Beastly's filthy cock, he laid the lipstick and compact aside and surprised Mr. Beastly again. Instead of kneeling at the man's side or between his legs, Chrissie knelt by straddling Mr. Beastly's hips and facing the man's feet. Chrissie's fine ass, framed by black stockings and garters, was practically in Mr. Beastly's face as Chrissie went to work on his somnolent cock and recharging balls. Chrissie knew how to make a man feel as if nothing else in the world mattered except what Chrissie's mouth was doing to his cock at that moment. The tonguework was exceptional. Outstanding. Superior. And it was a million-dollar view. The finest boy ass in Western Civilization. Made even more exquisite by the lingerie accessories and, most of all, by the observer's own love juices oozing from the boy's well-fucked bottom. It took all of Mr. Beastly's restraint reserves to refrain from excavating that sweet hole with his tongue. But that would contradict the image he was trying to create in this most beautiful of earth's creatures' mind. So he gritted his teeth and focused on giving Chrissie the biggest bellyful of cum he had ever gotten. Chrissie made no foolish attempt to deep throat ten-plus inches of man cock. If a man wanted to sink all of his cock somewhere, that was what a boy's bottomhole was for. In fact, Chrissie never capped the knob with his mouth. He kissed and licked it into submission as he caressed Mr. Beastly's balls in ways the man didn't know were available to the human race. Maybe Mr. Beastly was pretending he wasn't in love with Chrissie, but his cock acted honestly. The man unleashed a deluge of sperm upon Chrissie. Some of which he swallowed, but most adorned his pretty face and his chest. Not waiting for an invitation that time, Chrissie milked the last drops from Mr. Beastly's exhausted balls and swung himself into a full cuddle position. Offering his sweet, cum-covered lips for a kiss. Instinct trumped pretext. Man and boy entwined and kissed passionately until Chrissie felt something akin to an iron pipe rubbing against his pelvis. Again, not waiting for an invitation or one of those dumb "show me how" statements, Chrissie got onto his back, stuffed two pillows under his hips, brought his knees to his ears and said, "Fuck me!" The two sweetest words in our language. Even if you're a man pretending to be a hardass. Mr. Beastly mounted Chrissie and fucked him most deliciously. Making the boy cum four minutes into the love tussle. Twelve spectacular minutes later, Chrissie was hard again and nearing another orgasm when Mr. Beastly shot his creamload in erotic fury. Chrissie wondered if he would need to call Tommy to bring in a crash cart for his boss. Then he wondered what he was going to do about the almost-there stiffie he was sporting. The man was on his back. Trying to coax his spirit back to his body. When Mr. Beastly opened his eyes, Chrissie was on his knees, straddling his shoulders. The boy's cock was red and dripping. One look in his eyes and Mr. Beastly saw the erotic desperation. The boy uttered one word: "Please." Mr. Beastly dropped his act and took Chrissie's delicious cock into his mouth. The lovely boy squealed with delight. Then moaned and grunted as the man's tongue teased and pleased the boy's knob. One loud gasp told Mr. Beastly what was imminent and then Chrissie was screaming and creaming into Mr. Beastly's mouth. Mr. Beastly swallowed it all. And smacked his lips. After which, man and boy lay exhausted in each other's arms. For five minutes. Then... "Tommy will pick you up from school tomorrow and bring you to my home. Bring something I would like to see you wear." At that, the man flipped on the television and began watching a football game. But Chrissie knew that wasn't the real Mr. Beastly. The real Mr. Beastly adored Chrissie. And Chrissie was going to show him how to admit it. To himself. And to Chrissie. So it was with some self-confidence that Chrissie slid out of bed, went into the bathroom, took a long, warm shower and redressed in boy clothes for the ride home. Chrissie was on man-in-heat alert (a frequent condition in Chrissie's presence) when he stepped into the hallway and saw Mr. Beastly's man Tommy. Even though Chrissie was in full boy mode, Tommy was giving him "that look." The look that says, "Five minutes, just five minutes with my tongue in your asshole and I can die happy." Chrissie was a generous boy and hated to see a man suffer. He let Tommy carry his bag to the car and hold the door for him. Five minutes before reaching his home, Chrissie laid his left hand on Tommy's right thigh. Which was not a traffic-safety thing-to-do. When they arrived at Chrissie's home, the sweet boy asked, "Do you have to go right back to work or can you come in for a while?" Tommy gulped. His voice was trembling. "I'm off for the rest of the day." Chrissie gave Tommy his 100,000-watt smile and said, "Goody!" Then Chrissie waited until Tommy retrieved Chrissie's bag, opened Chrissie's door and helped him from the car. Tommy opened the front door for Chrissie and was a bit surprised to see a man on the couch watching horse races. A moment later, he recognized Chrissie's Daddy as one of Mr. Beastly's deadbeats, "Hi, Daddy," Chrissie said cheerily. "Tommy and I are going to my room for a while. Is Mary Lou home yet?" "OK. Not yet." Was all Daddy had to say. How odd, Tommy thought. But that was peripheral to what he realized he was about to get. Chrissie!!!! The man could not believe his good luck. Chrissie took Tommy by the hand and led him upstairs and into his bedroom. "Can you just wait a few minutes until I get ready for you, Tommy? If you like, you can take all our clothes off, or just down to your boxers." Tommy's heart rate was 196. He watched Chrissie reach into his closet, grab some things and give him a little finger toodle-oo while he entered the bathroom. Tommy undressed to his boxers and wondered if he were dreaming, being scammed or dreaming about being scammed. But Chrissie didn't scam anyone. He took his time with his make-up. Only a three on the ten-point slutty scale. And decided that just a bra would be his ensemble. The lone bra was a new concept for him. Was trying it out on Tommy. But he was pretty sure that if Chrissie stepped out of the bathroom wearing a burka, Tommy would still want to fuck him. The bra was formidable. It was a replica of a 1950s-style bra restyled for lingerie sissies by Sissy Boy World. Lots of un-unhookable hooks. More cloth than necessary. Built originally for huge boobs but redesigned for wear with no boobs. He thought about adding a pair of stay-up, thigh-high, white stockings, but was pleased with just the bra. When he opened the door and stepped into Tommy's sight, he knew he had chosen wisely. Tommy stood and actually applauded. Then he dropped his boxers to reveal a delightful eight-and-three-quarters-inch prick. What a lovely surprise. But then, things always seemed to go Chrissie's way. The romance between Beauty and the Beast continues in part two. I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com. 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