Jimmy Gets a mouthful

[Baby Bobby2]

Jimmy Gets a Mouthful


   For Barbie, last night had been the last straw.
   The day previous, I had accidentally knocked over an expensive vase and had been spanked for it. That had been bad enough, but when I had thrown a temper tantrum in front of her friends last night, she was livid with me.

   The night had started out badly when she had served me my all time least favorite food, creamed lima beans. Because I had resisted her efforts to feed me, much of it had ended up all over my face and bib. And then, when she had sent me to bed early at 6:30, instead of my usual 7:00, I had burst out in indignation. Of course, the condescending remarks made by her hot looking friends hadn't helped the situation either.

   Her first instinct to react to my outburst would have been another blistering spanking with the paddle but one of her friends had interceeded with an alternative. Not because she was opposed to seeing me get spanked, but because she had better ideas. I had watched as they huddled together and whispered conspiratorily amongst each other, hatching plans for my ultimate humiliation.

   Needless to say, I was still sent to bed early, but I was warned that I would be punished tomorrow instead.

   That night, I tossed and turned in my crib, the various possibilities going through my mind. If she were to tell Vanessa, I might get spanked twice, which would be terrifying to consider. There were any number of other punishments that Barbie could devise, of course. She had an inventive mind and she was always thinking of new and different ways to humiliate me.

   This evening, Barbie announced that she was extending my bedtime, far later than I thought she ever would. It was when I would normally be getting ready for bed that she showed me that she had other plans in store for me.

   Instead of getting a frilly nighty or onesie for me to wear for my long night in the crib, she instead picked out a very feminine gingham style dress with a pink and white checker pattern. It had big rows of frilly white ruffles around the bib style neckline and more along the short hem. I cringed as she lowered it over my head and I noted that it left my fat, bulging diapers clearly visible.

   By evening, I had wet myself thoroughly and after taking my diapers off, Barbie instructed me to ''assume the position'' over the crib. This meant that I was to lie over the crib mattress, face down, with my knees on the floor and grasp the far rails on the side of the crib. This was the position that Melissa had me take whenever she came over to do me from behind with her strap-on.

   In this case, I was made to remain in position while Barbie stuffed a big fat buttplug into my protesting hole. I squirmed and whimpered but nevertheless, she succeeded in pushing the unwelcome object inside.
   A sharp smack delivered to my rump told me it was time to get up and position myself on the changing table.

   It had been a week since they had last milked me and I was predictably very horny. Barbie was wearing a low white lace top with a scoop neck and it displayed her deep cleavage and beautiful bosom in the most mouth watering way. Everytime I gazed down her top, my little pecker strained against its pen-is prison, the chastity device they kept me in perpetually, making me painfully aware of its presence.

   She proceeded to diaper me as usual, with my triple thick cloth diapers and pink plastic panties and I feared a long uncomfortable night wearing the big buttplug.

   However, Barbie dispelled that idea by putting knee socks and pink mary janes on me, obviously to take me out. Next, she put two floppy pink satin bows in my pigtails and applied a light makeup to my face which included a light blusher and pink glossy lipstick. When she was done, she put both items in my sissy purse and announced we were ready to go.

   "Where are going?'' I asked uncertainly as I clutched my purse nervously.

   "To a strip club,'' she said, much to my surprise.
   She effectively terminated any further conversation by stuffing my coc-k shaped pacifier in my mouth. It made me feel particularly sissyish to be stuffed from both ends, my back hole with a big buttplug and my mouth filled with coc-k.

   We went outside where Melissa was waiting in her car.
   After buckling me in the backseat, Barbie sat up front and she completely ignored me as she talked with her busty friend. I squirmed uncomfortably in the back as I felt the buttplug filling me up and stretching my hole unmercifully.

   Fifteen minutes later, we pulled up next to Chippendales, a male strip club not far from Vanessa's house. I was filled with dread by whatever they had in mind for me and they wasted no time rushing me into the backstage door. I could hear booming music outside and when we got inside, it was louder still.

   I was led to a private room and my sexy companions closed the door behind them.

   "Alright Sissy,'' Barbie said as she looked at me severely with her steely green eyes, ''let's get something straight. You are in some serious trouble and you're looking at getting at least two spankings, on top of some of other things I can think of.''

   I gulped in fear as my mind considered all the awful possibilities.
   "You've been acting up lately and I think it's time we brought you down a few pegs," she continued.
   "Now. You can either take your punishment, or...'' her voice trailed off leaving me quaking with anxiety.

   "Or-or what, Miss Barbie?'' I asked shakily.
   "Or...you can suc-k a little coc-k,'' she said with a wicked smile.
   My mouth dropped open in shock.

   "You better think quick, Sissy. 'Cause I've got your paddle right here and we can get started right now,'' she said as she produced the familiar instrument of my punishment.

   I looked fearfully at the polished wooden paddle, and I could easily imagine it harshly slapping my soft, tender bottom and making me cry. I felt hot tears brimming in my eyes and I thought anything was better than that option.
   "I don't wanna get a spanking,'' I wailed imperiously.

   "That's about what I thought," she said derisively and she began lowering my plastic pants down my shaven legs. I whimpered in fear since it appeared I was going to get punished no matter what. She unpinned my damp diapers and put them in a plastic sack that she'd brought with her in my diaper bag. From there, she produced a pair of silky pink panties, sheer in front and back and adorned with soft white ruffles around the leg openings. But what caught my eye was the extra hole between the legs and behind the crotch.

   "These are called 'back door panties'," she explained as she snaked them up my legs and over my frightened bottom, "and you'll soon see why."
   The two of them giggled at that and she bent over and pulled my buttplug out with a loud, embarrassing pop.

   "Looks like you'd better get down on your knees, Sissy-boy,'' she said evenly.

   As I sunk to my knees, she issued further instructions to me.
   "When my friend comes in here, you are to ask him politely if you can suc-k him off, do you understand?''
   "Yes, Ma'am,'' I mumbled.

   "And you are to address him as 'sir', got it?''

   "Yes Ma'am,'' I replied submissively.

   Just then, a big man entered the room and after greeting both Melissa and Barbie, he immediately went over to the latter and gave her a great big bear hug. He dwarfed her in size and I gulped hard as he towered over me.

   The big brawny dancer was dressed as a fireman and with his chiseled good looks, I could see his obvious appeal. His bare chest was like a barrel and he must have been six foot five and 250 pounds, easy. When he turned his attention to me, I froze in fear.
   "So...this is the little panty-waist you were telling me about,'' he said in a gruff, booming voice.

   "That's right, Honey,'' she said as she reached up and ran her fingers through the hair on his chest, ''and he has something he wants to say to you.''

   Everyone's eyes turned to me and I took a deep breath and swallowed hard.

   "Um...I um...I was wondering, um...can I...um...do you think I could, uh, kind of...er, suc-k you off?'' I stammered nervously, my voice practically a whisper.

   Barbie nudged me in the back with her knee.

   "And?''

   "Please, Sir?" I asked timidly, ''may I please, suc-k your coc-k?''
   He looked down at me with a strange look and he began slowly unshouldering his suspenders off his massive shoulders. I quickly saw that he was not wearing any underwear underneath and when his coc-k came into view, my mouth dropped open again in amazement. It was truly colossal, even limp, although that was quickly changing. Before my eyes, the monster began to grow and it quickly took on epic proportions.
   I had never seen something so big in my life and as he stroked it, it rose up before my face like a a huge crane. The head was like a big blunt mushroom, about the diameter of a half dollar with veins coursing down his incredible shaft.

   "P-please, please don't c-um in my mouth,'' I begged him as my voice cracked.
   He chuckled throatily and put his big heavy hand on the top of my head.
   "Time to suc-k some coc-k, Sissy,'' he said in a husky voice filled with desire.

   "Wait,'' I whimpered shakily, unsure of what I was getting into, ''I've never...I mean, I just-''

   He cut off my hesitant protest by shoving his gargantuan member past my pink lipstick covered lips.

   "MMMPHHH!!!'' I squealed as he crammed it into my mouth.
   I had to stretch my jaws as wide as they'd go to accomodate him and with his big hand on the back of my head, he forced his monster coc-k as far into my mouth as it would go.

   "MMMMRPHHH!!!'' I squealed again and I flailed my hands in the air in frantic circles, helpless to stop the raping of my mouth.
   He laughed heartily and pulled it out briefly, before plunging it back in as far as it would go.

   My pink purse gyrated around the crook in my arm until I steadied myself against his great, muscular thighs.

   As he established a rhythm in my mouth, I noticed a ring of my pink lipstick encircling his thick shaft which showed the furthest depth of his penetration. I struggled to breath through my nose, even as my tongue was forced to savor the gigantic fleshy member filling my mouth. My cheeks stretched wide as he thrust it in and out and as I looked out of the corner of my eye, I saw Barbie taking pictures of me with a camera.
   The taste of his manhood brought saliva to my mouth and I slobbered like a baby, the drool running down my chin.

   "Looks like we need to get your little coc-ksuc-ker his bib,'' Melissa observed caustically.
   Barbie giggled as she waited until the man had driven his big pole in as far as it would go, choking me with it, before snapping another picture. I blushed a deep shade of red at my compromising position.

   Above me, I heard the man's breathing deepen and his thrusts became more urgent. I gagged every time he jammed his coc-k into the back of my mouth and already, my jaw was beginning to grow sore.

   My tongue sensed a change in the meaty phallus I was licking when all of a sudden, he crammed it as far in as it would go. With a loud roar that filled the room, the man came in my mouth, quickly filling it to overflowing with hot, salty c-um. I squealed in distress as he firmly held my head in place and pumped load after load into my mouth. I was forced to swallow the creamy goo and then swallow again as my mouth kept being refilled. I choked and gasped for breath and he pulled it out slightly but even as he did, more c-um shot out of his coc-k!

   I wouldn't have believed it was possible!

   The man continued to moan and I felt like I was chug-a-lugging from a firehose as his c-um shot into my waiting mouth. After what seemed an eternity, it finally slowed to a dribble.

   I suc-ked obediently on his massive head as the last bits of c-um dribbled onto my tongue. As he pulled it out of my mouth, he held it before my face, still fully erect.

   "Kiss it, Sissy,'' he said breathlessly.

   I gave the huge, wet head a tender kiss and he rewarding me by pushing it once more past my lips. I squealed in shock and he laughed loudly before pulling it back out.

   Just as I was licking my lips and trying to catch my breath,  I turned to see another hard-on staring me in the face. As my jaw dropped open, I looked up to see another Chippendales dancer grinning down at me. His crotch was shaven clean and without asking, he plunged his coc-k into my open mouth. I tried to scream but my mouth was filled with his manhood and I gagged once again. He immediately began pumping my mouth as he took hold of my head, using my pigtails as handles.

   I whimpered and squealed even as I wrapped my lips around the man's impressive coc-k. He responded by coaching my method, telling me to use more tongue, less pressure, take it in deeper, etc. In and out of my mouth, his big, slippery coc-k slid. My tongue caressed the hot underside of his member and I could feel him growing even harder in my mouth. He hammered the back of my throat and my head grew dizzy as he jerked my head back and forth to meet his thrusts.

   Suddenly, with a loud bark of release, he exploded in my mouth, filling it with his creamy love juice. I swallowed a big load which was quickly replaced with another. He pushed his coc-k deep into the back of my mouth and held my head firmly with his hands to make sure I swallowed every drop like a good sissy. I did my best and I kept gobbling on c-um until the man began to relax.

   By now, other dancers had come into the room and all of them were avidly watching the spectacle of a sissy in a frilly gingham dress giving blowjobs.

   As I lifted my head off of the coc-k in my mouth, I made sure to lick it clean of all the c-um and slobber. That's when I felt one of my pigtails being pulled forward and I saw a partially dressed dancer sitting on the nearby couch with his legs spread and his dic-k hard, obviously wanting more of the same.

   I sighed and crawled over to him, lowering my mouth over his magnificent pole. I slurped and suc-ked, bobbing my head up and down dutifully as I made love to his coc-k with my lips and tongue. He moaned with pleasure and guided my head to a rhythm of his own choosing.
   It was while I was distracted with him that I suddenly felt my back hole being lubed up with another man's big finger. I squealed with distress as he plunged his middle finger in and pronounced me ready for another comer.

   As I was still bent over with head in the first man's lap, I struggled to get up. There was no way I was going to let another man hump me from behind!

   I flailed my purse and tried to lift my head away but the first man easily held me in place. I felt the ruffled hem of my dress being pushed up exposing my bashful bottom to the entire room.

   "OOOOMPHHH!!!'' I screamed desperately, but to no avail.
   I felt a hard, painful slap on my rump from the man behind me and then my cheeks being forcefully pried apart.

   Melissa giggled and she came closer to get a better look, bending over so I could see down the front of her top.
   "Now you're going to really get it,'' she assured me wickedly, "this is what all sissies deserve."

   As if to confirm her words, I felt a warm but blunt object pressing urgently against my back hole. So that was why they had put me in the panties with the extra opening!

   I tried to squirm away from the insistent prodding the man was giving me but he held me with hands of steel. I also tried to protest but with my mouth filled with big meaty coc-k, everything came out muffled and indistinguishable.

   Although I couldn't see the size of the dic-k behind me, I could tell by the difficulty the man was having that it must have been titanic in size. As he pushed and poked, he'd slap my butt cheek in frustration, trying to will his impossibly big member into my hole. Finally, with a long, determined push, his head eased past my defeated sphincter, entering my forbidden back tunnel.

   I moaned loudly around the coc-k in my mouth and the man only drove it deeper into my throat, throttling me with it. At the same time, the man in back plunged his pole deep into my rectum and I felt like I was being split in two. My eyes were as wide as saucers as he began slowly pumping me, grasping my frail hips and grinding his coc-k in as far as it would go. There was no doubt I was being made to endure the full sissy experience.

   Somehow, with my back hole being stretched to capacity and my mouth being filled with another coc-k, I felt the distinct stirrings of femininity within me. I slurped hungrily on the juicy dic-k in my mouth, rolling my tongue around his shaft and swirling it in a loving caress. The man moaned in ectasy and I felt him begin to tense up. With my free hand, I cupped his balls, stroking them tenderly until he couldn't take any more.
   With a cry of joy, he blasted his load into my mouth, filling it with his creamy seed. I swallowed eagerly and then suc-ked again, getting a second and then a third helping as he emptied his orgasm into my mouth. For the first time in my life, I felt entirely fulfilled and I cleaned his coc-k lovingly with my tongue.

   As the man behind me continued to drill into my backside, another man sat down to take the place of the one I had just suc-ked off. I kissed the head of his coc-k and then I felt Barbie's hand pull my face away to face her. Quickly, she applied several wet coats of bubble gum pink lipstick to my lips before releasing me for my duty. I plunged my head down and over the man's coc-k and he sighed with relief. Soon, I was bobbing up and down again while he guided me with his hand. Already, I was learning the best way to use my tongue and I could hear from his breathing that he was enjoying my efforts.
   At the same time, my rear end was getting pounded mercilessly by the man behind me and he was making it harder for me to concentrate on the coc-k filling my mouth. My hole was sore from being stretched so wide and the guy hammered me with increasing intensity.

   At last, he rammed it in as far as it would go and held it there, gripping my hips and squeezing hard. He came with a ear splitting orgasm, filling my canal with a warm, creamy enema. My own little weiner wanted desperately to respond but it was prevented from doing so by my chastity device. It strained miserably against the binding straps as the man behind me ground his gargantuan tool deep into my backside.
   While the pain of my own unrequitted orgasm made itself felt, the man sitting before me happily blew his load into my mouth, filling it with warm, salty goo and I obediently swallowed again and again.

   Slowly, both men pulled out of me and I stayed there, on my hands and knees, panting from the exertion. Everyone clapped and cheered for me and I blushed with embarrassment.

   Barbie came over and peeled my clinging sheer panties down from my bottom and off my legs. Melissa had a fresh set of diapers waiting and everyone watched as I was put back into my normal underwear. One of the guys bent over and wiped a spot of c-um off my chin with my pacifier before stuffing it into my mouth. While I savored the creamy flavor on my tongue, Barbie snaked my pink plastic panties up and over my fat diapers, completing my usual look. I could also feel c-um dribbling out of my hole and for once, I was glad I was safe and secure back in my diapers, where I belonged.

   It was then that I realized, more clearly than ever before, what I had been denying to myself all my life. And that was, that deep down, I really was just a big sissy, who desperately needed his diapers and dresses and all that comes with being one. Humiliation was something I'd just have to get used to and endure it as best as I could, just as I had, all my life. And if that meant that sometimes I'd have to suc-k some coc-k, or take one from behind, it was all for my own good. Other men, real men, would be the ones to enjoy women like Barbie, Melissa and Vanessa while I would have to be content with being milked every week and living a chaste life in my diapers and plastic panties. I realized that was the price I would have to pay for being a such a weak, effeminate sissy and I sighed at the epiphany.

   Barbie took my hand and I swished out of the room, waving bye-bye to my new friends. I knew I would be back soon, to satisfy their needs in whatever way they required, Barbie would see to that.
   For now, I would be sent to bed in my crib, with the taste of semen still fresh in my mouth.
   Ah, the life of a sissy!

            The End