Date: Thu, 13 Mar 2014 13:54:30 -0700 (PDT) From: Beautiful Creamer Subject: Sissyboy Beauty Two (gay adult-youth) Sissyboy Beauty Two (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's generosity Eleven-year-old Chrissie Creamcox acted as shy as someone could act for a boy who had just invited a 34-year-old man to his bedroom, then stripped nude, put on a bra, just a bra, and strolled toward the man. Tommy, loyal henchman of Harry Beastly, illegal bookmaker and loan shark, had accepted an invitation to Chrissie's room for what he hoped would be nutbusting sex. Tommy was a bit apprehensive about fucking his boss's latest flame. But mere threats of unemployment and dismemberment were nowhere near enough to keep him away from the prettiest, sexiest boy he had ever seen. When Chrissie had emerged from the bathroom, face perfectly made up and body pink and nude except for a 50s-style, white brassiere, Tommy had actually stood and applauded. Then dropped his pants. Chrissie loved that. He also loved that stiff, 8.75-inch bumwrecker that Tommy was sporting and Tommy's ripped body. OK, so Tommy's cock was a good inch and a half shorter than that of his boss, Mr. Beastly, but still miles above average. Chrissie loved being a sissyboy. He couldn't imagine a boy his age wanting to be anything else. "Thank you for the applause, Tommy. Do you think I'm pretty?" "As pretty as the sun kissing the shore as it sets over Hawaii, Honey." Nice use of metaphor, Chrissie noted. Then said. "Thank you. You're sweet. Would you like to kiss me?" "Kissing you will be the best thing that ever happened to me." Chrissie actually blushed at that. He liked fighting to a draw with Mr. Beastly, but he still loved the adoration he got from the other 99% of the male population. "You can kiss me anywhere you like, except on my little titties. You only get to kiss them if you're extra nice." Chrissie made that up on the fly. There was nothing particularly worthy of holding back about his "little titties." But he had the bra on and a little mystery is a good thing. So the young lovely lay on his back on the bed and awaited kisses. Tommy surprised Chrissie and himself by being quite inventive about his first kisses. Tommy sat at the foot of the bed and held Chrissie's perfect right foot in his hands. Caressing it softly. Chrissie and Mary Lou, his sister, had painted Chrissie's toes red two days earlier, making Chrissie's beautiful feet even more spectacular. None of his lovers since then had noticed, though it's fair to say that Chrissie had been wearing stockings for them. Tommy treated Chrissie's foot reverently. Brought it to his mouth and kissed each toe softly. Then he went back and kissed and sucked each toe. Chrissie liked that a lot. And by the time Tommy had gotten to the mid-worship stage on Chrissie's left foot, the boy was arching his back and near orgasm. "Oh," Tommy said, "I see that something else is asking for kisses." The man bent over and took Chrissie's pretty penis into his mouth and gave it a long, luscious sucking. Then another. Tommy's fingers tickled Chrissie's balls as the pretty angel ceded control to the man doing all those good things at once. Chrissie cried out and gave Tommy the best nourishment he could remember having. A sweet mouthful of sissy cream. Mmmmmm. Chrissie looked at his new lover with huge, wet eyes and breathed, "That was very nice. Where do you want to kiss me next?" And wiggled his bum suggestively. Tommy relocated Chrissie to the left side of the bed and lay on his back on the right. "Sit on my face, Honey. I missed lunch and I see something tart and meaty to eat." Chrissie LOVED having his ass eaten as a prelude to fucking. But only by someone who was skilled at it. Not some amateur who gave his wrinkle a couple of perfunctory licks, then stuck his cock up the boy's poop chute. Giving Tommy an ass-eating audition, Chrissie straddled the man's shoulders, facing his feet. He eased his wider-than-normal-for-a-kid-his-age bum over Tommy's face and sighed with pleasure as the man gave his bumhole a proper digging. How long was the man's tongue? It was huge. And clearly the man savored his anilingual duties. Zowie! Chrissie enjoyed himself so much that he wanted to give Tommy an immediate reward. So he leaned forward and took the man's skinned, angry-red knob into his warm, wet mouth. Tommy reacted with a groan. But continued his feast. The mutual pleasure fest went on for five more minutes until the man stopped and said, "If you keep that up for another ten seconds or so, I'll be cumming in your mouth. A good thing for later. But right now, your bum is ready. I want to fuck you." In his smallest voice, Chrissie said, "OK." Then the boy grabbed three pillows and stacked them. He put his belly button on the top pillow and his head on the mattress. Tommy was looking at the finest sight on earth. Chrissie's asshole was wet, ready, willing, and looking Tommy right in the eye. Tommy didn't wait He got onto his knees and eased his red knob into its vacation home. Chrissie groaned. Was Tommy's cock thicker than Mr. Beastly's? Or was Chrissie getting fucked-out for the day? Regardless, the next three inches didn't go in as easily as Chrissie had anticipated. And when Tommy was all in, Chrissie was very full indeed. Let's stipulate for the record that Chrissie had been fucked before. But every man fucks differently. And every fuck, even from the same man, differs. Tommy was a very good fucker. Long and slow strokes. Stretching. Prostate pressure. Each stroke didn't just clip Chrissie's prostate. It said, "Howdy!" Made itself comfortable. And engaged in meaningful interaction. Twenty-five or so of those prostate strokes will make even the most jaded sissyboy squeal and squirt. Chrissie was not jaded. He was squealing and squirting by prostate stroke 19. Tommy's first orgasm of that afternoon didn't occur until stroke 108. By which time Chrissie had spunked again (at stroke 95) and was walking toward a bright light. Chrissie's spirit was dragged back into his body after the man delivered his load. Chrissie was in love. Again. So in love that he allowed Tommy to unhook his bra (no small feat with a retro bra) and adore his "titties." Then to fuck him again. Slowly at first. Then quite ferociously. Until both lovers were on their backs, chests heaving, cocks drooping and drooling. Chrissie kissed Tommy goodbye. Like the best entertainers, Chrissie subscribed to the "always leave them wanting more" philosophy. Unlike many other sissyboys, Chrissie likd sleeping alone. Plus, he wasn't getting any younger and fucking all night, every night would age him fast. Sissyboys dislike aging. Chrissie took a shower, then changed his sheets and tidied up his room. He slipped on a long tshirt and padded barefoot down to Mary Lou's room. She was home. Good. Unlike some siblings, Chrissie and Mary Lou got along well. No doubt because they shared a big problem – Daddy. They dished a bit about their weekends. Mary Lou had only had one man. Chrissie had had three. Or was it four? Mary Lou rolled her eyes at that a bit, but then called for pizza delivery. Daddy was nowhere in sight when the delivery boy showed up with an extra-large pepperoni...pizza. Brother and sister ate it hungrily. Fucking burns a lot of calories. Then they watched a little TV. Chrissie couldn't resist teasing Mary Lou's pussy a little with his fingers, until Mary Lou swatted him with a pillow. Then the pretty boy kissed Mary Lou good night, went upstairs and went to sleep. It had been a good day. Two – The Beast molests Beauty As prearranged, Tommy picked up Chrissie from school. For Tommy, it was culture shock. When Tommy went to elementary school, kids either walked home or took the school bus. At Chrissie's school, there was a long line of men picking up boys. Were they all...? Tommy finally spotted Chrissie and was delighted at the smile Chrissie gave him. The tongue kiss when Chrissie got into the car was even better. How would he be able to wait hours for "seconds" when Mr. Beastly was through with Chrissie? And there was no guarantee then that Tommy would get some Chrissie time. What if Mr. Beastly kept Chrissie longer than expected? All night, even? What if Chrissie felt "fucked out" after being with the boss and didn't give Tommy any badly needed pussy? Chrissie had it all under control. "Drive two blocks that way and take a left onto Seventh Street," the boy directed. That wasn't the way to Mr. Beastly's house. But Tommy complied. When they arrived, on the right was a large, three-quarters-full parking lot. At Chrissie's direction, Tommy pulled in and parked. Tommy couldn't help noticing that some of the cars, minivans especially, were "rockin'." Tommy knew enough not to go "knockin'" "This is where a lot of the sissyboys take their friends for a quickie after school. The boys need it after a day with no sex. And the men need it more. Neither wants to wait until they get home. And sometimes they just stay here all afternoon." And with that, Tommy unzipped Tommy's pants, freed his beautiful cock, and proceeded to give him the blowjob that men dream will one day happen to them. Tommy soon spunked, groaning with joy. Not a drop soiled Tommy, Chrissie or the car. Chrissie smiled, gave Tommy a kiss where three teaspoons of cum were exchanged, sat back and said, "We can go now." Tommy seriously considered driving west, maybe all the way to Alaska. Kidnapping Chrissie. Having him all to himself. But the blowjob had removed just enough of Tommy's sperm that he was still able to reason. So ten minutes later, they arrived at Mr. Beastly's house. Mr. Beastly usually met sissyboys in hotel rooms. But Chrissie was special. And the man wanted to impress Chrissie with how rich he was. Mr. Beastly checked his watch as Tommy and Chrissie pulled into the driveway. Ten minutes late by Mr. Beastly's reckoning. They must have stopped off at the "Heaven on Seventh Street" parking lot for a quick blowjob. No matter. Mr. Beastly was fine with Tommy fucking Chrissie. Tommy was the most intimidating thug he had ever employed. And Mr. Beastly would have thought him very strange if he didn't want some of Chrissie. But now it was Mr. Beastly's turn. Tommy and Chrissie came into the vast living room and Tommy greeted Mr. Beastly. "Here he is, Boss. Please call when you want me to take him home." Mr. Beastly almost snickered at how guilty Tommy looked. It was a good thing Tommy didn't play poker. Mr. Beastly nodded at Tommy and was alone with Chrissie. Chrissie didn't look one bit guilty. He couldn't imagine Chrissie ever feeling guilt. What he looked was scared. Not terrified, as he had the first time they met. But still scared. "You can change in there, Chrissie," the man said. That was progress. He had never called Chrissie by name before. The pretty boy went into the room and laid out his things. He stripped naked first, then did his makeup. Just a little blush this time and a suggestion of lipstick. A one on the ten-point slutty scale. But he was still dressing to thrill. Chrissie eased his pretty legs into a pair of simple, cotton panties. White with small, pink ribbons along the waist. Then what used to be called a "training bra." Said to give the prepubescent girl "confidence" before she got "boobs." It was also white and unadorned. Next, the pretty boy put on turned-over, white, ankle socks with ruffled lace and satin bows; and a pair of black, patent-leather, single-strap, Mary Jane shoes. The young beauty slid a navy-blue, dress with big, white polka dots over his head and considered the result. The skirts of the dress barely covered his panties. Wearing a skirt that short, which bared almost all of his legs and could be reached under by any passing molester made Chrissie feel exposed and vulnerable. Perfect. Slowly. Hesitantly. Chrissie entered Mr. Beastly's living room. It was palatial, Chrissie noticed. Thuggery must pay well. Then he banished all non-sex thoughts from his head and looked shyly at Mr. Beastly. "Thank you for babysitting me today while my Daddy is looking for work, Mr. Beastly," Chrissie ventured. Chrissie knew that a good scenario spices things up. But would Mr. Beastly play along? "My pleasure, Chrissie. You look very lovely today. Would you like to sit on my lap?" Bingo. The man was playing along. Chrissie threw a horrified look at Mr. Beastly and said, "Oh no, sir. Daddy says I shouldn't sit on men's laps." Mr. Beastly thought about that for a moment and said, "Do you always do what your Daddy tells you to do?" The tried and true challenge of the target's self-concept. "Not all the time," Chrissie allowed, with a shy smile. "You don't have to sit on my lap if you're afraid." Chrissie made an annoyed face and retorted, "I'm not afraid of anything." Then he stomped over and sat on Mr. Beastly's lap. The man was delighted. This was better than he could have imagined. Besides being knock-out pretty and the best fuck on the planet, Chrissie was sexually inventive, Chrissie wiggled around a lot. Getting comfortable. Rubbing against Mr. Beastly's steel-hard stiffie in the process. Mr. Beastly laid his right hand on Chrissie's bare thigh. Chrissie reacted with a small lurch. Not enough to dislodge Mr. Beastly's hand. He looked "undecided" about allowing Mr. Beastly "liberties." "Have you ever sat on a man's lap before, Sweetheart," Mr. Beastly asked. Chrissie looked as if he were deciding whether to tell the truth. Then he said, "Only Daddy's." Mr. Beastly pressed forward. "Did Daddy put his hand on this beautiful thigh?" Chrissie looked embarrassed. "Sometimes." "Did he ever move his hand all the way up your thigh and under your pretty dress?" Chrissie blushed and said, "Sometimes." "I know you enjoyed that. May I move my hand under your dress?" Chrissie looked as if he were on the precipice of a major decision. Then said in a very small voice. "OK." Mr. Beastly had never been so sexually excited in his life. It actually felt as if he were molesting a beautiful sissyboy dressed as a young girl. And doing so with the sissyboy's guarded acquiescence. Cautiously, Mr. Beastly moved his rough paw along Chrissie's inner thigh. Enjoying Chrissie's gasps as he stroked the tender flesh. As he neared the panties, he got a big surprise. The boy was wearing cotton panties! What a great touch! And what an enhancement of the molestation! Being a businessman, Mr. Beastly felt a flash of money-making dynamite. A chain of "Molestation Station" boutiques where, for a ridiculously large fee, a man could molest a pretty sissyboy dressed as Chrissie was that afternoon! But that could wait. Mr. Beastly had some molesting to do. The boy's cock was ridiculously stiff in his white cotton panties, which told Mr. Beastly that the boy was enjoying the scenario too. Mr. Beastly put his hand on Chrissie's cock and said, "What's this thing doing in a girl's panties? I thought you were a girl!" Chrissie hadn't expected that wrinkle, but he improvised. "Oh, Mr. Beastly. Please don't tell anyone. It's my big secret. I'll do anything you want! Anything!" "Just some sweet kisses, my Darling. That's all I want in payment for keeping your secret." Chrissie surrendered that first kiss without hesitation, of course. "Desperate" that his "secret" not be revealed. It was a molester's dream come true. Mr. Beastly had his hand up Chrissie's skirts, with full access to the secret treasures within his panties. The sissyboy was hotly returning his molester's kisses as the man toyed with Chrissie's "pretty things." It was incredibly exciting for them both, Even more so when Mr. Beastly maneuvered his hand to pull down the back of the panties, thus gaining digital access to Chrissie's boyish "pussy." The man broke the kiss and exclaimed, "What's this? Your bottomhole is all slick and oily! What's the meaning of this?" Chrissie was going to have to think on his feet again. Chrissie was lubricated and dilated because those were Mr. Beastly's standing instructions. Now Mr. Beastly had chosen to make it part of the scenario. "Oh, sir. Your fingers feel so good in there. Please don't stop." That bought Chrissie a moment to think and then say. "I know it's wrong, sir, but I often dream about having a man's penis inside me. Back there. But no man has done that yet. So sometimes I use Spermbutt Anal Lubricant [a Spermbutt Industries product] and its big, penis-like, applicator cap [sold separately], to pretend a man is making love to me." Not bad, Mr. Beastly thought. Adds to the whole, not-only-molesting-but-defiling-a-virgin dynamic. "I see. And do you play with yourself when you're running that thick applicator cap in and out of this hot, slick hole that I have my fingers in?" Chrissie gasped as Mr. Beastly found his prostate and began to rub it mercilessly. His eyes filled with tears and he said, "Sometimes, sir. Oh! Oh!" "Well you shouldn't be doing that. You're too young. But I can see where you're tempted. You're very pretty and I'm sure lots of men ask you for kisses and other favors. Is that right?" Chrissie was squirming. Trying to follow the conversation as three fingers of Mr. Beastly's left hand were teaching Chrissie's prostate new tricks and Mr. Beastly's right hand was massaging Chrissie's penis through his white cotton panties. He hadn't really heard the question, but he gasped out an agreement. "I see," Mr. Beastly said. "So with all these men asking you to lower your panties, whom do you dream about when you play with yourself?" That question penetrated the fog of lust and Chrissie was able to give the only acceptable answer. "You, Mr. Beastly! Only you." And that did poor Chrissie in. He shrieked and lurched. His pretty eyes watered. After a ten-second delay caused by the blocked prostate, Chrissie's juices cascaded from his penis. Soaking his panties. The lovely boy quivered with lust. Mr. Beastly was such an exciting man! With an exciting body! And an ugly personality. Almost time to change that. Chrissie felt his drenched panties being eased down his pretty legs. Mr. Beastly intended to keep them. As a memento, perhaps. Or as a trophy. Perhaps as a masturbation aid. Draping a pretty boy's soiled panties over one's face while pulling one's penis can be stimulating. In Japan, it is said, young girls' used panties are sold in vending machines. A sensible economic enterprise. Young boys' cum-soiled panties would be an even bigger seller. Anyway, it appeared that Mr. Beastly's molestation of the innocent, chaste Chrissie was far from ended. "I'd better take your pretty dress off you before it gets stained, don't you think, Honey?" the man asked sweetly. "Stained with what, Mr. Beastly? Are you going to make me do that thing you just made me do again?" "Oh, yes, my dear. And I'm going to show you how a man does that thing you just did as well. So things could get messy." Chrissie shivered at the thought of such further messiness. But he didn't resist when Mr. Beastly unzipped his pretty polka-dot dress and slipped it over the young beauty's head. Chrissie stood before his molester wearing only his training bra, sissy shoes and sissy socks. His penis was only at one-quarter stand and it was still red, droopy and drooling from its recent "adventure." Although Chrissie knew it was all role play, he really did feel like the innocent boy in the merciless hands of a lust-infested monster. It was almost painfully exciting. "Do you date other boys, Chrissie?" the man asked as he ran his rough hands all over the pink globes of Chrissie's bottom. "Sometimes," Chrissie whimpered. "Well they must know you're a boy when they reach under your skirts, don't they?" "I always tell my dates that anything above my waist is all theirs. So they have to be satisfied kissing me and playing with my titties." "Your titties, eh? Let's see what you're hiding under this bra." Chrissie whimpered in surrender as Mr. Beastly unhooked his bra and took it off. "Well, I can see how you can deceive the boys. A girl your age would be proud to have nipples that big and puffy." That was news to Chrissie. He had no idea what 11-year-old girls' nipples looked like. Nor did he care. What he did care about was that he was naked except for his shoes and socks and Mr. Beastly was still fully dressed. So he brought that up. "It's not fair," the young lovely said with a pout. "What's not fair?" "I showed you mine and you didn't show me yours. I'm naked and you're not. It's not fair." For the first time since Chrissie had known Mr. Beastly, the man smirked. "You're right. Let's make things fair." Thirty seconds later, the man was completely, spectacularly naked. And Chrissie was gasping for breath. The sight of Mr. Beastly's masculine perfection brought Chrissie's penis to the full, upright position. The sight of the glory that was the naked Chrissie made Mr. Beastly impatient. He stood in front of Chrissie, perhaps a foot apart. Gently, but firmly, he held Chrissie's shoulders and pushed him to his knees. Mr. Beastly wanted a real, bellyful-for-the-one-on-his-knees blowjob. Fucking could come later. There was no rush, after all. The man skinned his knob and presented it to the boy. "Do you know what to do with this?" "I guess you want me to put it in my mouth until you shoot your stuff all over me and down my throat." "That's right. Any objections?" Chrissie's answer was to take the shaft into his small, right hand and the cockknob into his small, wet mouth. He would be getting a nice big load. Not a post-fuck load. That was good. But he still itched to be fucked. So he'd better get his man to cum. Then get him hard again. Better get to work. Chrissie did so. "Aaahhh. I see you've done this before. Whose cock have you sucked?" Chrissie stopped. "Do you want me to talk or suck?" Good point. "Suck. Definitely suck. [Groan]" Sucking a 10.25-inch cock presents different challenges than sucking a smaller version. No "deep-throating," for example. And the sucker needn't build his man's ego by pretending to gag on its girth. Gagging will occur naturally. Mr. Beastly's cock was especially appealing because of the massive amount of pre-cum leakage he issued. Add in Chrissie's plentiful saliva and it was a very wet experience. Even before Mr. Beastly lost his cumload. The drool and precum ran down to Mr. Beastly's fat balls, so every three or four minutes, Chrissie would take the time to lick them clean. Mmmmm. No one could withstand such stimulation for longer than 20 minutes. Mr. Beastly "gave it up" in 18. It was a deluge of sperm, semen, pre-cum and saliva. Was that the moment that Mr. Beastly fell completely in love with Chrissie? Or was it five minutes later when, impatient to raise Mr. Beastly's second stiffie so he could get fucked, Chrissie stuck his tongue into Mr. Beastly's hairy bottomhole and licked the man to an almost instantaneous recovery. Seeing that Mr. Beastly's boypleaser was at full stand, Chrissie got onto his back. Arms open. Legs spread and bent back. Pretty face and chest covered with sperm. Pricket fiercely erect. An amazingly beautiful sight. Mr. Beastly covered the tiny boy's body with his own. Found the insertion point with his "one-eyed beast." And pushed. Chrissie winced. And cried out. But didn't try to get away. He wrapped his legs around his man and sissy shoe against sissy shoe, PULLED the man inside him. Oh! Ten inches of lust! Assaulting a defenseless, pinned boy. SLAMMING into Chrissie's poor, helpless bum with each vicious thrust! Poor Chrissie! Molested. Then abused. Though he seemed to be enjoying himself. If those sissy squeaks and squeals of passion meant what they usually mean. The squeals stopped abruptly when Mr. Beastly covered Chrissie's mouth with his own. And the lovers exchanged tongues, saliva and the remnants of the cum Mr. Beastly had poured into Chrissie's mouth. It was exquisite! Chrissie felt completely conquered by a man who could be truly called a man. There was that stuff about the rudeness and boorish behavior, but Chrissie knew that he could rid the man of that. Men would go to great lengths for a share of Chrissie's pussy. Even the man possessing it at that moment. Chrissie would have been happy if the man could have fucked him like that for four or five hours. But no man could hold his sperm back very long in Chrissie's presence. So after a mere 52 frantic minutes, during which time Chrissie had spunked twice, Mr. Beastly gave it up. Hot man lava seared Chrissie's intestines as the man expelled a full cup of his baby makers. Shuddering. Eyes rolling back. Crying out to whomever one cries out to at such moments. Mr. Beastly enjoyed that fuck. And so did Chrissie. Lying side by side with the man he could love forever, Chrissie expected that they would go again after a 30-minute nap or so. But Mr. Beastly, oddly enough, reached for his cell phone. "It's time. Yes, just come right in." Chrissie wondered who...? The door opened and Tommy walked in. Chrissie shrieked. Had Tommy been a sissyboy, he would have shrieked too. There were his boss and Chrissie. Naked except for Chrissie's sissy shoes and socks. Chrissie's asshole was still wide open and drooling sperm. The front of him, from his forehead to his testicles were covered with a mixture of his and Mr. Beastly's sperm. His makeup, though minimal, was smeared. It was humiliating for both Chrissie and Tommy. Which, Chrissie realized, was the point. Payback for Tommy fucking Chrissie. Showing Tommy that Mr. Beastly was still the boss. Chrissie had a long way to go in reforming Mr. Beastly. "I have people coming over in 15 minutes. You'll have to change clothing and clean up when you get home. Tommy, Chrissie's things are in that bathroom. Go get them and take him home." And with that, the rude, scheming man handed Chrissie his navy-blue, polka-dot dress. Chrissie's eyes were filled with tears at the way he was being treated. But he took the dress and put it on over his head. Tommy appeared with Chrissie's things and the two left Mr. Beastly's house without looking back. Chrissie was furious. Until he remembered how great the sex was. Then he vowed to start "changing" Mr. Beastly the very next time they met. Chrissie did the walk of shame to Tommy's car. Cum drooling from his dilated asshole and down his thighs. Tommy was embarrassed for Chrissie. And for himself. But he didn't want to give up on sex with the boy. As they drove to Chrissie's home, Chrissie found a solution. He called Patrick. "Hi. Remember that great, hunky guy I told you about? That's right, the one with eight-and-three-quarters inches. Can you `see' him this afternoon and into the evening? Good. We're on our way." "Tommy," said, "I can't be lovers with you and Mr. Beastly both. He'll make your life miserable. And I have to see him to save Daddy's bones and joints. So I hooked you up with Patrick, my best friend. He's amazing and he's very anxious to meet you. You can make love to him as soon as you get there. Go to 123 South Maple after you drop me off. You won't regret it." Tommy was already regretting it. But he was excited about meeting Patrick. Who wouldn't get him in trouble with Mr. Beastly. So Tommy did as Chrissie requested. After taking Chrissie home. Tommy was not disappointed with Patrick. Patrick was not disappointed with Tommy. Chrissie spent the evening rethinking his strategy. Three – Beauty slays the Beast Chrissie packed a very different bag when he went to school that next day. A bag that fit his new strategy. The bag was in his school locker when he met Patrick for lunch in the school cafeteria. "How was Tommy?" Chrissie asked Patrick, with a grin. "Omigosh, Chrissie! You know how Tommy is! He's such a thug, but such a sweetie in bed. I wore a simple, white, see-through babydoll, no panties, and stay-up white stockings. Minimal make-up. His eyes bugged out of his head when he saw me. "I think he was expecting what people expect on a blind date. When he saw how beautiful and sexy I am, well, he fucked me near to death. And that man can eat ass too!! But I'm sure you know that. Anyway, he stayed all night and is coming back right after he picks you up and drops you off at Mr. Beastly's today." "That's great, Honey," Chrissie said to Patrick. "If all goes well with my plan today, he may be coming to see you sooner than you think." Patrick pressed Chrissie for details about his "plan," but got nowhere. So only Chrissie knew what was next when Tommy picked him up after school. Chrissie gave Tommy a nice kiss, but no tongue. Since he was now Patrick's manfriend. And there was no trip to Heaven on Seventh Street either, though Tommy's balls ached to feel Chrissie's lips on his fine cock. As Tommy dropped Chrissie off at Mr. Beastly's house, Chrissie said, "Don't worry about picking me up. I'll either be staying the night or walking home. So just go to Patrick's and fuck his brains out. He's already half in love with you." Tommy was a bit bewildered, but he was delighted to hear that Patrick was so impressed with him. So, carrying his bag, Chrissie let himself into Mr. Beastly's house. The man, who was expecting Chrissie to arrive ten minutes later and in Tommy's company, was startled. A good start. "I sent Tommy to my friend Patrick's house. He and Patrick are lovers now and they both want to fuck so badly, why should they wait? Show me your bedroom and I'll get ready in your bathroom." Well. That was a change in tone. Chrissie was giving orders and setting rules. Mr. Beastly didn't like it. But he remembered a basic rule of being a guy: Don't argue with someone who is giving you all the nutbusting sex you can handle. So he led Chrissie upstairs to the master suite and settled him into the master bathroom to get ready. Getting "ready" was a key part of Chrissie's plan. All stops were pulled that memorable afternoon. Chrissie's make-up went to "eleven" on the ten-point sluttiness scale. False eyelashes. Lots of eye shadow, eyeliner and mascara. Pink lip gloss. Wow! Then he put on a pair of brief, pink, ruffled panties with an opening surrounding the anus. Followed by a pink corset with garter straps that he hooked to a pair of pink, seamed, reinforced-heel-and-toe, fully-fashioned stockings, A pink brassiere and pink four-and-a-half-inch stiletto mules with a pink powderpuff almost completed the stunning ensemble. The last piece of the outfit that could be used to resuscitate male coma patients was a diaphanous pink peignoir robe that draped Chrissie's shoulders but was open in the front. Chrissie's manfriend, Mr. Gotbux bought that outfit for Chrissie, then had a seizure the first time Chrissie modeled it for him. Thank goodness Mr. Gotbux was recovering nicely. Anyway, Chrissie checked himself out in the mirror, batted his false eyelashes a few times, declared himself lethal and entered the bedroom. There was no way Mr. Beastly could pretend to be indifferent to Chrissie's charms that afternoon. His gasp was audible three blocks away, The man fought for self-control...so he could control Chrissie and the situation...but Chrissie jumped in first. "You excite me, Mr. Beastly. In bed, when we're making love, you scare me too. I love that and I could love you. But outside of bed, you're such a jerk. The way you treat me and the way you treat Tommy. It's not right." Mr. Beastly was on high alert. A major fork in his life's road was approaching. Chrissie continued. "I'm guessing that it's all a tough guy act so that the in-bed sex is even better. If that's true, drop it. Now. And you can dominate me, scare me in bed. You can have me 100%. I'll do just about any sex thing you want. If you're a jerk and want to stay a jerk, I dressed like this to show you what you'll be missing. For the next 26 days, you can fuck me all you want, but I'm not participating. And no more dress-up. So which is it?" Chrissie was proud of himself. He'd been rehearsing that speech and he got it right. Now to gauge the effect. Mr. Beastly winced. He didn't like being talked to like that by someone he was fucking. He was the man. He was supposed to be in charge. But truth be told, he had been a jerk. Deliberately. Strategically. And it hadn't worked, had it? So, "You're right, Chrissie. I was playing a role. Being the badass so you would fall in love with me. The way I love you. But I miscalculated. Went too far. I'll start being myself right now. You'll like me as myself. I like me as myself. And I'll still be your Lord and Master in bed." Chrissie looked at Mr. Beastly. Tears began to emerge from his pretty eyes. [The background music came up.] The pretty boy ran as fast as his four-and-a-half-inch stilettos would take him. "Oh, Mr. Beastly," Chrissie gushed. "I love you too." They kissed. [Louder, more dramatic music] Chrissie's pink panties fell to the floor. Joined by his pink peignoir and his pink bra. The man stripped nude, reminding Chrissie why he went to all that trouble for that one. Mr. Beastly took charge of their encounter once again. But that time he took charge of making love to Chrissie, not just fucking him. The first agenda item was a vivid illustration of Mr. Beastly's new attitude. The man had Chrissie lie by the side of the bed, tummy down, legs hanging over, legs spread, asshole exposed. For the first time, Mr. Beastly knelt behind Chrissie and buried his face between Chrissie's bumcheeks. Oh! Mr. Beastly ate Chrissie's ass with a hunger Chrissie had never experienced. Chrissie was visiting the outer stars of the galaxy. Watching suns being born and dying. All that hair, those muscles, that huge cock and he could eat ass like that? Chrissie thanked his lucky stars. It was a stellar performance, punctuated by Chrissie's screaming, convulsing, dousing of the sheets. Seconds later, Mr. Beastly stood up and shoved the entire length of his fuckmonster into the boy! Ten-point-two-five-inches worth. And thick. Perfect agony for the "victim" of the assault. Whose screams rivaled those of a teenage girl not getting everything she wanted whenever she wanted it. For a brief moment, the pain was so searing that Chrissie reconsidered his life as a sissyboy. He thought about a life of celibacy. Just him and his books. He could learn to grow turnips and milk goats. But the moment passed. And he was in the middle of the best fuck of his fuck-filled life. The man's passion was pitiless. He was going to MASTER this boy who had entered his bedroom to be fucked. Show him how a real man fucked his boyfriends. Reach areas of the boy's body that had never known cock. Chrissie had never endured such a frenzied fuck. It tested his limits, then extended them. He was crying, moaning, squealing and then...HEAVIING out his cumload!! Gasping for air. Fighting for life as the selfish beast sought his own release. Which arrived moments later. Chrissie counted seven hot jets of sperm burning his intestines during Mr. Beastly's climax. The boy whimpered and groaned during each one. And gave up all thoughts of celibacy, turnips and goat cheese. Instead, he was wondering how long it would take to get Mr. Beastly's cock in a proper state for their next fuck. Man and boy lay side by side. Kissing. Penises and Chrissie's asshole drooling. A good sign that Mr. Beastly had reformed. A better sign was when Mr. Beastly broke the kiss and said, "I love you, Chrissie. I'm sorry for being such an ogre. It was all an act. The part where I fuck you like I own you, however, is the real thing. I hope you're OK with that." Chrissie's heart filled with love. "Don't you ever stop being a dominating animal when we're fucking! I love it!! And I love you too." That being settled, man and boy went back to sweet, post-coital kissing and toying. Chrissie couldn't keep his hands off of Mr. Beastly's wet, limp cock, which, even in repose, was still a hefty nine inches. It throbbed at Chrissie's touch, but, considering its recent workload, was on a mandatory, International-Cock-Workers-Local-104 break. Chrissie was not a union sympathizer. The pretty boy rearranged himself so that his pink-stockinged feet held Mr. Beastly's limp noodle between their soles. Warm friction began. Nylon on cockskin. The pace increased gradually until one wondered whether Chrissie was trying to raise an erection or start a fire. The erection arrived before the blaze. And Mr. Beastly fucked his Love again. Chrissie on his back that time. Knees up. Kissing throughout the fuck's glorious 51 minutes. Shuddering, life-threatening orgasms punctuated the hot couple's romantic tussle. And all was right with Chrissie's and Mr. Beastly's world. Four – Happily Ever After? Chrissie broke his no-overnight rule. He stayed in bed with Mr. Beastly for almost 60 hours, getting up only to pee, poop, shower and eat. He missed two days of school. Daddy never noticed. Patrick noticed. And was relieved when Chrissie called him. "I thought Mr. Beastly had spilt you in two with that thing. What happened?" Chrissie dished all the dirty details. Burning even Patrick' experienced ears. Then Chrissie asked, "How are you and Tommy getting along?" "We're soul mates. I love him and he loves me. And he's not even trying to make us exclusive." "That's great!" Chrissie said. Sissyboys will not be OWNED by one man or one older boy. Even when he's married, a sissyboy gets two days a week to "explore other opportunities." Chrissie and Mr. Beastly had discussed all that and the man agreed. Again, no man expresses sharp disagreement with someone who's giving him all the world-class pussy he can eat. Chrissie said, "Mr. Beastly asked me to call and invite you and Tommy over for a pool party this afternoon. I'll see you at school today [Can't ditch forever]. Bring a sexy bathing suit and your make-up, OK?" Patrick eagerly agreed. Everyone at school pretty much figured out why Chrissie had ditched school. And everyone, including teachers and administration, was OK with it. After all, when the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that's amore. A force that must not be trifled with. At the end of the school day, a very happy Tommy, looking less and less like the Thug of the Year, picked Chrissie and Patrick up. The boys were carrying gym bags and wearing smiles and erections. Tommy gave Patrick an "I can't wait to get you alone and fuck you" hello kiss. Tommy muted Chrissie's hello kiss, lest Patrick get jealous. Which was silly, since Chrissie and Patrick were perfectly happy trading manfriends and did it all the time. It was understandable, though because in the non-sissyboy world, the rules are decidedly different. The happy trio arrived at Mr. Beastly's in 15 minutes. Mr. Beastly came to the door! Greeted all three and gave each a hug!! Including Tommy!!! Rocking Tommy back on his heels a bit, though Patrick had warned Tommy that Mr. Beastly was a changed man outside of bed. And Tommy wasn't planning on getting into bed with Mr. Beastly. "Go ahead and get changed in there, boys," the changed man said. "Tommy and I will be out at the pool." Chrissie and Patrick eagerly complied. It was challenging for the boys to keep their hands, lips, tongues and cocks off each other, since they hadn't cum once during the school day. But they managed. "What slut level are we going for on the make-up?" Patrick asked. "I think a five or six will do, don't you?" Patrick agreed. When each had enhanced his considerable beauty, they stripped naked and dug in their bags for bathing suits. Chrissie went traditional: an itsy-bitsy, teeny-weeny, red-and-white-polka-dot bikini. Patrick went modern with an electric-blue, "slingshot" bikini that housed Patrick's privates in a pouch that attached to two suspenders that covered each nipple as it hooked behind his neck. Both were flaming hot. And ready for some serious sex. When the boys paraded out in their four-inch-stiletto heels, the men looked properly stunned. Mr. Beastly and Tommy were naked, of course. And their excitement at the boys' beauty was obvious. Nineteen inches of prime man meat in its full glory. It was wonderful to see. Even better being a part of it. Mr. Beastly and Tommy greeted the beautiful lads with smiles and kisses all around. Had Tommy grabbed Chrissie's ass when he kissed him? With Mr. Beastly seeing it all? Had Mr. Beastly grabbed Patrick's ass when he kissed him? With Chrissie seeing it all? Excellent! The best way to please one's sissyboy, besides fucking him within an inch of his young life, is to do what he says. Chrissie had said that he and Mr. Beastly could be lovers, but not exclusive. And Mr. Beastly was already being non-exclusive! Oh, dear. Tommy was leading Chrissie off to a chaise longue on one side of the immense pool. Mr. Beastly was leading Patrick to the other side of the pool. It was going to be a great night. And a great life for them all. All because, to quote Carl Denham delivering the last line of "King Kong," "It was beauty killed the beast" in Mr. Beastly. I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com. 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