The work week was flying by super fast, and I felt like everyone suspected something was up with me. I received several comments about my beard being shaved, and I had to come up with an excuse for shaving it off in the middle of winter. I was able to come up with several excuses for that, but I still couldn't come up with a single good idea on how to shake this bully off of me. I considered everything, from filing a restraining order, to getting my friends together to go mess him up. Of course, the former would most likely lead to the video being released, and the latter would certainly lead to all of my friends finding out I gave this man a blowjob. I had to face it, there was no way out, and I would just have to give in for the time being. I had thought that maybe if I just gave him what he wanted, he'd get bored and leave me be.
Thursday came fast. It was already 3:00pm, and I still hadn't received a text from him. Regardless, I shaved my face so it was completely smooth. 4:00 went by, and then 5:00, but no sign. I became hopeful that maybe he just wanted to scare me, and it was over and done with. Then, about fifteen minutes after 5:00, I heard a knock at my door. My heart started racing, but then I thought to myself that it couldn't possibly be him. He didn't even know where I lived; I hadn't given him my address yet.
I walked to the door and looked through the peephole. My heart started racing with anxiety when I realized It was in fact, him. I didn't understand how he could've found out where I lived. I tried to stop and take a deep breath, but he knocked again. This time, it was loud and intimidating. I quickly unlocked the door, and opened it. Without a word he walked inside and closed the door behind him.
"Kneel bitch," he demanded. "You only stand when I give you permission to stand. Until then, you wait on your knees like an eager faggot that wants to be eye level with alpha cock all day."
I quickly dropped to my knees as he instructed.
"Okay bitch, we have a long day ahead of us here. We need to start getting you trained so you can become a useful sissy. You can start by standing up and getting me a beer, then come back over and kneel again."
Luckily, I did have a six pack in the fridge. I wasn't sure how he would've reacted if I told him I didn't have any, but luckily that wasn't an issue.
I brought him the beer as he sat on my couch and switched on the TV. It was as if he had little to no interest in me even being there. He was a football player in high school, and Thursday night football was just getting started, so I guess I shouldn't have been shocked.
"I'm surprised you had beer here. I figured you were more of the wine cooler type," he said.
"No, I like beer," I replied.
"Well for now on, if you want to drink, you get yourself one of those pussy drinks. You know, something that'll show the real men that you're the type to suck some cock after a few drinks."
I stood there quiet for a few seconds, then he looked up at me. "Well, better get started. Take those clothes off bitch, those are men's clothes. You certainly won't be wearing those in front of me anymore."
"Okay..." I responded, then slowly, I took off my shirt and began dropping my pants. As soon as he looked up and saw my body, he started shouting.
"What the fuck is that? I told you to be shaved and ready. You had five fucking days to get rid of that hair bitch!"
"What?" I responded. "You told me to shave the hair on my face."
"Yes, and then after you shaved your beard, I told you to be completely shaved and ready."
I knew damn well that he never said to shave anything but my beard, but it wasn't like I was in any position to argue with him. I began apologizing profusely, "I'm sorry sir, I misunderstood what you meant."
"You're not sorry," he claimed. "You will be though, after a sound spanking, I can assure you of that."
"A spanking?" I questioned, mistakenly thinking he was joking. There was no way a grown man would give another grown man a spanking. "Uh... Isn't that for children?" I asked.
"Sure, but they're also quite effective on disobedient sissies. You will see," he told me. "For now though, you need to get rid of that body hair. You're not a man, and you'll never be one. Go get a razor, some shaving cream and a bowl of water. Bring them to the floor by the couch, and get to work."
I was frustrated beyond belief. My body hair was a distinctive feature for me, and I knew that removing it would be humiliating. As for the spanking, I was still holding on to a bit of faith that he wasn't serious. That, or if he was serious, then maybe he'd let it go after I shaved for him. Either way, I went to the bathroom and grabbed what I needed. I brought the essentials to the living room and laid a towel down onto the floor.
The process took forever, I spent nearly two hours getting every single hair off my body. I started with my legs and arms, and then my chest. My privates were the tricky part though. I didn't even know it was possible to shave in some of those places. Particularly my balls and my ass crack, but he didn't let me stop until every single follicle was shaved off. He had the game to keep him entertained anyways, so it wasn't like he was paying that much attention to me.
Once I was sure I had shaved it all, I looked at him and said, "I think I'm done..."
"Took you long enough, let's see," he replied. "Come stand in front of me and let me inspect you."
I stood up and walked over to the couch. He looked me up and down, then grabbed my penis to check that everything was smooth. After investigating the front side, he had me turn around and bend over. He groped my ass and then spread my cheeks. His fingers were just outside my hole. I felt as though I were at the doctor, getting a physical, except, I knew the intent was malicious.
"Look at you now bitch. I bet you don't feel so manly now, do you?"
"No," I replied.
"Look at that little penis too. You know damn well that is never going to please a woman. You should feel ashamed to have been born with that. If you had any sense of decency, you'd call up every girl who's had to deal with that tiny dick, and apologize for wasting their time. Don't you think?"
"Yes sir."
He demanded, "from now on, you will refer to that as your 'little clitty,' do I make myself clear?"
"Yes sir."
"Good," he replied, then started reaching into his backpack that he brought. He pulled out what looked like an outfit for a large baby doll. As he held it up, he said, "now that you're all shaved, we can get you into the proper attire. Put this on bitch."
He threw the outfit in front of me. I bent over to separate and investigate each piece. The main piece was some type of sky blue one piece with white ruffles coming out of the lining. It was almost like a French maid outfit mixed with a princess halloween costume. As I picked it up, a pair of white, part cotton, part lace panties fell to the ground. Along with a matching bra. I stood frozen for a second as though he couldn't possibly have wanted me to put all of those on. At this point though, nothing was predictable.
"Don't act clueless you little faggot, get those panties on, now!" He ordered.
I quickly set the costume down and picked up the panties. I had to look at the tag to figure out where the front and back were, but once I got them lined up right, I stepped into them and pulled them up. The front just barely covered my penis, and the back rode up into my ass crack, only covering about half of my butt cheeks. They felt super thin and skimpy compared to the boxers I normally wore.
"Now the bra," he said as he pointed to the bra on the floor.
I picked up the bra, but didn't have the slightest clue how to work it. I found where the straps were and fit my shoulders into them. However, once I had it on right, I realized I couldn't get the clasp buckled from the back. So I had to take my arms back out and wrap it around my chest backwards to do the clasp first. Then I spun it around and fit my arms into the shoulder straps. After a few adjustments it fit just fine, except for the obvious space between my nipples and the bra padding, seeing as I didn't have breasts.
"Alright, now the dress."
The outfit took some fidgeting. I ended up pulling the dress over top of me and slipped the rest down. The waist fit snug and the bottom opened up into a frilly skirt, almost like a tutu. I felt absolutely ridiculous and vulnerable. I for sure could not let anyone else see me in that ridiculous dress.
He took a good look at me and said, "You know, if you were to grow your hair out and put on some makeup, you could easily pass for a girl. I bet you'd like that wouldn't you?"
"Yes," I mumbled with a sigh.
"Just think about it, real men staring you up and down. All of them wanting to stick their cock into that pretty mouth of yours, or maybe even inside that tight sissy pussy of yours. And you being you, of course, would gladly let them have their way with you. Wouldn't you?"
I replied with a pure lack of enthusiasm, "sure, I guess."
"What was that bitch?"
"I mean yes, yes I would," I stated, trying to act more serious.
He took a deep breath and in a frightening tone replied, "you know what, I think it's about time for that attitude adjustment missy. I don't like your tone one bit, and we're going to fix that right this second. Bring that ungrateful, disobedient butt over here and bend over my lap. You're getting a spanking young lady!"
"James please, this has gone way too far," I argued.
"Oh no, you did not just talk back to me," he replied then stood up from the couch. He grabbed my wrists, dragged me towards the couch and threw me over his lap. He re-positioned my arms around my back and held both of my wrists tight together with his left hand. Then with his right hand, he lifted the skirt of the outfit up, and with no hesitation began hammering his hand down on my ass super fast.
"Pop, pop, pop!" The sound echoed throughout my apartment. If any of my neighbors were home, they could surely hear what was happening.
