A Sissy's Wedding

by Icequeen666

 

Part 1 The "Engagement

 

If there were two words to summarize the life of Alan Pierce those words would be "Bad Decisions."

He was a boy who was extremely intelligent, and very popular, and very good-looking. He had been given the nickname "Sky" because he looked exactly like Mark Hamel, of Luke Skywalker fame. Alan was 5-9, 150 lbs, with blue eyes, sandy hair, smooth pale skin. His entire physiology enabled him to be popular with all the girls at his California high school, and his abilities as a shortstop additionally made him respected amongst the boys.

However, his good looks and personable demeanor also made him popular with, and a target of, the gay boys of his high school. This pleased Alan immensely.

Bad decision #1. Alan desperately wanted to be with a gay guy. To his great misfortune, he chose an openly gay Junior boy who was notorious for bragging about his "conquests" of straight or closet gay classmates. Alan had not noticed the hidden video camera in the closet when he did it with Bruce, so when he denied Bruce's claims, Bruce made copies of the video showing him and Alan together. Although there was nothing in the video that showed Alan doing anything overtly homosexual, it did show him kissing Bruce, and having a major erection as he did so and him laying back smiling as Bruce gave him oral sex.

Bad decision #2. Alan had been accepted to like 20 colleges throughout the country, and had been offered full academic scholarships to each. The offers combined his tremendous academic record and his financial need, a given since his mother died when he was 12. He felt comfortable telling his father, the night of graduation, that he was gay. His father, who had become a member of the religious right since the death of his wife immediately told Alan that he "had no son," and that Alan was never to "darken his doorstep again." Alan chose to attend an eastern big-city college to get away from dear old dad.

Alan's scholarship covered tuition and room and board, but not books or spending money. The Financial Aid Office told him they would help him find a part-time job, but Alan was basically lazy and found a much easier way to make money...

once or twice a month Alan would go downtown to the "gay stroll"...where male hustlers would walk up and down the streets seeking Johns. Gay men, usually businessmen, would drive up in cars and ask the hustlers if they needed a ride. Alan usually said yes, but only after he established the "ground rules." "I don't suck, but I will fuck." If the man was willing, Alan would jump in the car and the two would go to a hotel or motel, since Alan wanted to be in a public place. Alan was deathly afraid of disease and being beaten up. On a good night Alan could make $800 - $1000.

Alan also despised the "femmes"... the transvestite and transsexual gays who walked the stroll dressed as women. Even though everyone knew that these "girls" were really men, the game of "I didn't know" was played out. Alan felt that the "femmes" were freaks and insulted his sense of manhood.

During summers, since Alan was not welcome at home, he would manage to latch on to a wealthy gay "Sugar Daddy," who would be willing to put him up until school started again. Alan would sit around the apartment all day while the man was at work, and then pretend glee when "Daddy" came home. Alan had his act down perfectly and the "daddies" were always heartbroken when Alan would return to campus.

Worst Decision #3. Alan, however, was basically a submissive. He had always wondered what it would be like to have a man have control over him. He was still afraid of disease, but his desires eventually drove him to make a fateful decision, and a bad one as usual.

Alan had used the college library computer to go online and talk to other gay boys and men. He would try to find good places in the city to go. One night he was typing to a guy in an IRC chat room when he asked, as he eventually always did, if the guy knew any leather bars where he might go. Whether as a joke, or pretending to be in the know, the man recommended a place in the warehouse district called "The Ranch House."

The following Saturday night Alan put on a sleeveless tee shirt, which showed his slightly muscular arms, and a pair of tight hot pants. The only other item of clothing he wore were cheap sandals. He had looked up the address of The Ranch House, and took the subway downtown to the warehouse district.

The streets were dark as he approached the bar, but the lights from the neon signs and the electric advertising looked almost inviting. He noticed a couple of chopped Harleys in front of the place, but was not particularly concerned, knowing that lone bikers generally kept to themselves. What he did not see was the 15 or so other Harleys parked around the corner on a side street. He opened the front door of the bar with bravado, trying to look like he had been in this place before.

Once inside The Ranch House Alan knew he had made another bad decision. There were at least 20 male bikers inside, and 5 or 6 "biker mamas" that he could see. As he strolled carefully through the bikers to the bar he could see their colors on the backs of their denim vests..."Lucifer's Legion" was the name of the biker gang, and he could see "Lucifer's Ladies" on the backs of the female bikers.

Alan thought that he would have one beer and get the hell out of there as fast as he could. As he sidled up to the bar he could feel the eyes of the entire place on him, and he could see a few of the biker women staring at him with what almost seemed like lust in their eyes.

A fat bartender gave him the Bud that he ordered, and Alan took a sip and looked sideways down the bar. As he did, out of the corner of his eye he saw a man get up from a small table he had been seated at, his chair tilted back against the wall. He was probably the biggest man Alan had ever seen. As he slowly approached Alan, he could see that the guy was at least 6'5' tall, around 250 pounds, had tattooed arms like small tree trunks at his sides. His Fu Manchu moustache gave him an exciting, yet sinister look. But what caused Alan to gasp...what caused his heart to palpitate...was the HUGE bulge in the front of the man's jeans...it looked to Alan as though the guy had rolled up a copy of Playboy and tucked it down the front of his pants. As the man approached Alan, the other bikers looked away, and the women seemed to sigh and turned back to whatever they were doing. The man walked up to Alan and stood right next to him, so that Alan could actually feel the heat from the man's body and the smell of his greasy clothing.

The man reached over and took Alan's beer and took a large swig of the beer. He then turned to Alan, and looked him directly in the eyes.

"What you want here, bitch?"

Alan tried to sound confident, but his voice literally squeaked when he said "I just heard that this was a good place, that's all."

"This place is a shithole," the man responded, "but it's OUR shithole."

Alan just nodded his head.

The man asked again, "So, what you looking for, bitch?"

Alan said, "Look, I just came in here for a beer, and as soon as I finish this I'll go, OK?"

The biker responded, "How's 'bout you finish that beer by me sticking it up your ass and turning you upside down?"

Alan was truly afraid now. He had never met anyone so menacing in his entire life as this man.

"Sir, I didn't know this was your place. I'll go now, OK?"

The man didn't even smile. "Bitch, I think you came here because you're a little faggot who wants to play with the bad boys."

Alan simply looked down and said, "Yes, sir, I am sure you are right. But I'll leave now."

The man reached out and took Alan's upper arm and squeezed it tight, immediately shutting off feeling to Alan's arm.

"You looking to suck one, or be fucked by one , Bitch?"

Alan said nothing.

"You'll leave here when I tell you to leave here, bitch. You understand?"

Alan simply nodded. The man reached into the pocket of his jeans and withdrew a switchblade, pressed the button and a 6" blade streaked out. The man showed Alan the knife.

"Now, boy. I'm gonna take you into the storage area in the back, and in fifteen minutes either your blood's gonna be on my knife, or your shit's gonna be on my dick."

Alan just hung his head, knowing he had no choice. He nodded. The man tightened his grip on Alan's upper arm, as if that were possible and lifted Alan off the bar stool and led him towards a dark door at the back of the dingy bar. As Alan and the man walked past the others clapping and whistling rang out. Alan heard one biker man yell, "You gonna feel Rod's rod, bitch. I hope you live."

 

Sunday

Alan drifted awake. His head was splitting and at first he thought he was having a stroke, and then remembered the shots of tequila that Lucifer's Legion had made him drink the night before. And Alan also thought that he was having a heart attack, from the heavy pressure on his chest.

He forced his eyes to open slightly and was both pleased that he was not having a heart attack, and terrified to realize that the pressure on his chest was Rod's huge arm laying across him. Alan laid still wondering what to do. Eventually, he decided to take a chance and slowly lifted Rod's arm off himself. As he moved to sit up in Rod's large brass bed he looked down to see that he was wearing a pink waltz length nightgown. Repulsed, Alan stood and pulled the nightie over his head and tossed it to the floor, standing completely naked.

Alan looked around the very large room and saw painted brick walls and huge windows that had iron bars on the outside. About 20 feet away was a monstrous oaken door that Alan approached, with the intention of escaping. He grasped the large door knob, turned it, only to find he could not open the door. He then noticed that there was a deadbolt lock on the door. He looked around for the key but did not see one. As he turned further to examine the room he was surprised to see a large chalkboard running almost the full length of one wall. He realized that he had been sleeping...somehow... in a school classroom.

"Get your ass back over here, Alice!"

Rod had mumbled from the bed, his forearm laying across his eyes and forehead.

Alan had not heard all of Rod's order, and approached the bed tentatively.

"Pardon me, sir, I did not hear you."

"I said for you to get your ass back in bed, Alice."

Alan got back onto the bed and faced Rod, as the big man reached over and pulled him closer in what Rod may have considered a hug, but Alan considered a bear hug.

"My name is Alan, sir," Alan meekly protested.

Rod smiled. "Not after last night, Alice."

"Yes, sir. If you say so."

"And call me Master, or Master Rod, for now on, Alice."

"Yes, Master Rod."

"Now give me a tongue bath, Alice."

Alan was stunned.

"Pardon me, Master Rod?"

"Give me a tongue bath, bitch. Lick every inch of me from head to toes."

"Oh, please, Master Rod, don't make me do that. I have a very weak stomach, I will be sick."

Alan never thought a big man could move that fast. Rod's hand shot down, grabbed Alan's testicles in one huge hand and squeezed tightly. The movement and pain were instantaneous and simultaneous. Alan screamed in agony.

Rod snarled, "Start licking me, bitch, or I will rip both of these off so fast you'll be growing tits by the end of the day!"

Alan's voice was a squeak, "Yes, Master Rod. Please, Master Rod, please let go. I'll do as you say, Master Rod."

Rod let go of Alan's balls and Alan was still in agony as he began to scramble towards the end of the bed to start licking Master Rod's feet.

"And put your nightgown back on. I like my boys to look pretty in the morning."

Alan slipped off the bed, and picked the nightie up from where he had thrown it, and slipped it over his head. He got back on the bed.

"And be sure to get down between my toes, bitch, and suck on each toe."

"Yes, Master Rod."

Alan licked between Rod's toes, tasting toe jam, and sucked each toe individually. He checked for cleanliness before beginning to lick Rod's ankles, up his calves and onto his thighs. Alan made sure that he licked every part of Master, taking little 3" licks each time. Rod was leaning back, relaxed, obviously enjoying the tongue bath.

Alan gulped as he approached Master Rod's genitals, and Rod had lifted and spread his legs to be sure that Alan got that area very clean.

"Alice, do a good job on my cock. There was a lot of your shit on it last night, and your 'Good night blow job' didn't get it completely clean."

"Yes, Master."

As Alan licked up and down Rod's cock the tequila and what he was doing made his stomach turn over. He fought the bile coming up with all his will power, and the feeling of nausea subsided. He finished tonguing Rod's cock, and started in on his huge testicles, like tennis balls, which were the perfect match for Master's 9" long and 2" diameter cock. Alan licked the hairy balls, and was ready to move on to Rod's belly...

"Lick way under my balls, Alice, I get pretty randy down there."

Alan stuck his head way under Master's balls and licked down there, the smell masculine and overpowering.

"Good girl, Alice."

Alan moved up Master's belly and chest and was starting on his neck, when Rod lifted his arms over his head.

"Get the pits too, bitch, I don't wanna hafta spend money on deodorant."

Alan licked each of Rod's hairy armpits until they were soaked with his saliva.

Alan continued up Master's neck and on to his face.

"Don't lick my lips, Alice."

"No, sir, Master."

He licked Rod's forehead and hair and stuck his tongue deeply into Master's ears, tasting wax.

Rod then turned over, and told Alan to do the back. Master laid his head sideways on one arm, like he was getting a massage.

Alan licked all the way down Rod's back, knowing with fear what was coming next.

Alan tried to get away with just licking the cheeks of master's ass, and was starting on his upper legs when Master spoke.

"Get back up there, bitch."

"Lick up and down the crack of my ass, spread the cheeks with your fingers if you have to."

Alan spread Master's cheeks with his fingers and began licking up and down master's crack. His tongue caught small pieces of toilet paper, and small pieces of feces that had attached themselves to the hair on Master's bottom.

"Rim that asshole too, Alice, I feel kinda itchy there."

Alan twirled his tongue around the rim of master's anus, obviously getting Rod a little excited because he could feel master lift up a little to make room for the start of an erection.

"Gimmee a little 'candy kiss' there too, bitch."

Alan stopped rimming master to ask what he meant.

"Curl that little pink tongue and stick it in, you stupid cunt!"

Alan did as he was told and plunged his tongue into Master's anus until Master was hard as a rock. He then was allowed to finish the back of Master's thighs and calves.

Rod laid there in what seemed to be a state of euphoria.

"You do that good, Alice, I think I could come to like that every day."

"Thank you, Master Rod." Alan said this with resignation, but also with a tinge of pride at the compliment.

"Sir. Master Rod. May I ask a question?"

"Go ahead."

"Why do you call me Alice, sir? I am not a fem guy."

Rod smiled. "You don't remember last night, do you?"

"Not too much, Master."

" When we went into the storeroom I had you blow me. You were naked, so I left you that way when we came out. The others asked how you liked getting fucked. When they found out I had not fucked you they were disappointed and wanted to see you get fucked with the old tool here (Rod reached down and grabbed his cock, as illustration). After a few shots, and a few joints, I flipped you over one of the bar stools with your ass hanging back and stuck it in you. Well, I musta done something good, because as I came you shot your load right there...onto the floor. The Legion and the Ladies were laughing their asses off, because no one had even touched your little dick. You came just like a woman. They laughed even harder when I had you get on your hands and knees and lick up all your own cum from the floor."

"Which explains the gritty taste in my mouth this morning," Alan thought.

"It is when you shot your load like a sissy that they started calling you Alice."

"Yes, sir. Thank you, Master."

Rod got up, went to a chair in the corner of the room, slipped his jeans on (no underwear), put his feet into his biker boots (no socks), pulled on a tee shirt, and shoved his huge arms through his vest. He reached into his jeans and pulled out some keys, walked to the door and unlocked the deadbolt. He turned to Alan.

"I'll send Little Bird and Big Barb up with some chow."

He then went through the door, and Alan could hear the deadbolt slip back into place. Alan laid back in the bed to ponder his future. He got up briefly to remove the nightgown again. Despite his circumstances, he still despised femmes.

However, Rod's description of the previous night's events caused Alan to flashback to an incident that had occurred during his freshman year, when he had still been fairly new to the "stroll."

Alan had been walking the stroll when a man pulled up in a big Lincoln. He used the power to roll down the windows, and asked Alan if he needed a ride. Alan gave him his usual patter about "I don't suck, but I will fuck." The man smiled and said that was what he was looking for. They agreed on a price of $250 for two hours at a nearby motel room.

In the room the man asked Alan to remove his clothes, which Alan did, smiling at the man the whole time as he sensuously stripped. The man stared and complimented Alan on his goods looks. The man, who was not bad looking either, and who was wearing a wedding ring, got up and went into the bathroom. Alan laid back on the bed and flipped on the TV to watch a sitcom.

Alan was shocked when the man came out of the bathroom. He was wearing a lacy red satin bra and crotchless panties, which were turned around so that his "pussy" was available. He had also put a heavy coating of bright red lipstick on.

Alan immediately jumped from the bed and told the man he didn't like femmes, no matter which way the money was flowing. The man begged Alan. He pleaded. Alan continued to deny the man, until the man said that he would pay Alan $500, instead of the agreed upon price of $250. Alan relented.

The man wanted Alan to call "him" Tanya. Tanya approached Alan and dropped to "her" knees and put Alan's cock head between his lips and began sucking. Alan had to admit that Tanya was a very good cocksucker. When Alan was about 75% hard, Tanya removed her lips from Alan's cock, got up and went to the bed, leaned over the edge of the bed and begged Alan, in a woman's voice to fuck her. Alan obliged Tanya.

It was while Alan was fucking Tanya that something happened (which was what came back to him in Rod's bed). Tanya at one point arched up from the bed and had a shivering orgasm, spewing his sperm over the bedspread and the edge of the bed. Tanya told Alan afterwards that getting fucked made him feel so much like a woman that he could come without anyone touching his genitals at all. As Alan thought back on the incident, he blushed with shame that he had done exactly the same thing.

To illustrate Alan's dislike of femmes, Tanya had offered Alan $2,000 dollars to come to Provincetown on Cape Cod with him and dress up as a girl for 3 days. Alan refused outright.

As Alan pondered that incident and his plight he heard the dead bolt lock again. A girl about his age walked in with a garbage can cover, on which sat a grilled cheese sandwich and a cup of tomato soup. The girl had long blond hair in braids and tied off with two pink ribbons. She wore a little pink sundress, and white anklets with Mary Jane shoes. She wore a minimum of makeup, which she should have worn more of, since her skin was sallow and had small little pock marks in a few places. Alan noticed that she also wore a wedding ring. Alan was to later find out that Little Bird was a runaway, who had become a hooker and a crack addict and had been saved from the streets by "Big Barb."

Big Barb was another story altogether. She weighed about 200 lbs. And stood 5'6". She wore jeans and a blue chambray shirt and a leather jacket. Her boots were what they used to call "Engineer's Boots." Big Barb had short wavy hair cut in a mannish style and wore no makeup whatsoever, and bushy manlike eyebrows. Her only jewelry was a wedding ring that matched Little Bird's. Alan could see that she wore no bra, but nevertheless had huge breasts.

Little Bird set the food down on the bed and smiled slightly at Alan.

"Rod said that you had better be wearing the nighty when we came in or your ass will be grass when he comes back. Please put it on, Rod can be horribly brutal."

Alan responded, "Screw the nightgown, bitch..I ain't gonna..."

If it were possible, Big Barb moved even faster than Rod had. The right boot snaked out in a straight kick, the toe landing directly between Alan's balls. He let out a high-pitched scream and dropped to the floor like a sack of potatoes and continued to scream and began to cry.

"Call her a bitch again, fairy, and I'll rip your dick and balls off and feed them to you instead of that sandwich," Barb scowled as she foretold his future.

Little Bird watched this entire scene without any emotion, as though she had seen it before. Alan found out later that Little Bird was Big Barb's femme wife, and that no one, but no one, spoke to her with disrespect, not even Rod.

Little Bird picked up the nightgown and stood next to the sprawled Alan, and said, "You had better put it on."

Alan finally was able to overcome the pain in his crotch and slowly rose from the floor and reached for the nightgown. Little Bird helped him put the nightgown on, and actually gently smoothed it out.

"It is a very pretty nighty, don't be ashamed."

Barb said one word..."Eat."

The two women stood and watched as Alan slowly drank the cooled soup, and then munched on the dried out sandwich.

Because of the pain, he could not eat it all, and looked at Barb to see if it were OK to not finish. She stared at him and nodded, and he pushed the garbage can cover away. It was at that point that he noticed that Barb had had a small, brown, greasy bag in her hand. Barb saw what he was looking at and tossed the bag onto the bed.

"Rod wants you to wear that, " Barb said, nonchalantly.

Almost fearfully Alan reached for the bag, expecting panties or a bra, but the bag seemed too heavy for such light items. Alan turned the bag upside down and audibly groaned as the contents fell onto the bed.

Makeup! A lot of makeup. There was liquid foundation, mascara, eyeliner, eye shadow, blusher, a lip liner, an eyebrow pencil, and two lipsticks. There were also tweezers and an eyelash curler. There was also a small bottle of perfume, the brand of which he had never heard.

Alan looked at the two women with a pleading in his eyes. "Please, please, don't make me do this."

For the first time Big Barb's face showed some kind of emotion other than hate, and that emotion was joy. She simply smiled at Alan and silently pointed to the makeup.

Little Bird seemed surprised at Alan's hesitance.

"But there are a lot of nice things there, Alice. The Ladies all chipped in to give you this."

It was then that Alan realized that Little Bird was not only burned out on drugs, but that she was actually stupid. "As dumb as ditch dirt," his father used to say about his boss and co-workers. Alan had realized that she had no idea why a male would be reluctant to wear women's makeup.

"If you don't know how to use it, Little Bird will help you," Big Barb said.

Alan's shoulders slumped in defeat. He was afraid of Big Barb as he was afraid of Rod. If Rod returned and Alan was not made up he feared that Rod would kill him, which was actually true. Alan's continued existence on the Earth depended on the will and whim of Rod, not to mention Big Barb and even Little Bird.

Barb turned to leave the room, but stopped and turned again to Alan..."If Little Bird has any complaints about you I will return and kill you, no questions asked, no mercy. Just dead." Barb pulled out a key, unlocked the deadbolt and left, locking the bolt from the other side.

Little Bird smiled vacuously at Alan and said, "I think we are going to have great fun together."

 

Monday 3 AM

Alan heard the roar of Harley engines, which woke him up.

About 10 minutes later the deadbolt snapped, and he could hear Rod enter the room, but in the dark he could not see him. Rod snapped on the light to the room, which was a single 100 Watt bulb. Rod looked at Alan, and smiled a sinister smile. Rod had obviously had quite a bit to drink and Alan guessed that drugs had been used also.

"You're lookin' mighty good, faggot," Rod said.

Alan rose from the bed, frightened of what was to come next.

There was a 3/4 length mirror against one wall, in which Alan could see himself. Although he had seen himself earlier, he looked again, hoping in his dazed state, that the entire experience had been some kind of nightmare. What he saw confirmed what he had seen earlier.

Little Bird had removed the two pink ribbons she had worn earlier and had "donated" them to Alan. She had parted his hair down the middle and had tied of his hair with the ribbons into two pigtails on each side of his head. She had tweezed his eyebrows and penciled them into what could only be described as a "feminine arch," but had not removed all of the hair...essentially, his brows looked like those of any real female on the street. However, just below his brows his eyes were shadowed in a purple shade, which he recalled his mother had worn for "special occasions" as she called the church suppers. His eyes were surrounded with black eyeliner, sort of like a young Cher that he had seen on MTV. His eyelashes were curled and heavily mascaraed. His cheeks glowed with the Rose blusher Little Bird had applied. But...the most humiliating thing of all were his lips. Little Bird had used the lip liner outside his natural lip line, and then colored in his lips with a bright red lipstick, which made him look like a totally sluttish street cocksucker.

Rod approached Alan, with a look of total lust on his face. He ordered Alan to come closer, and as he did so Rod grabbed both of Alan's pigtails and tilted his head upwards. Rod then leaned down and kissed Alan full on the lips, eventually slipping his tongue into the budding sissy's mouth.

What was worst about the entire event was that the tactile stimulation of the nightgown and the kiss served to cause Alan to get an erection. And the longer Rod kissed him, the harder Alan's erection became.

Rod could feel Alan's penis growing and he broke off the kiss.

"You're really liking this, Alice. A hard cock doesn't lie."

Rod pushed Alan back towards the bed until Alan was sitting on the edge of the mattress.

Rod reached down to Alan's knees and easily pulled them apart.

"Spread em', sissy," Rod ordered.

Alan had no choice. Rod dropped his dirty jeans, still wearing no underwear, and grabbed his huge cock and pointed it towards Alan's rosebud. He put the tip of his cock to the entry and just SHOVED!

Alan screamed like a little girl, but the sound was quickly muffled as Rod leaned forward and put his mouth over Alan's, and stuck his huge tongue in.

Alan overcame the initial pain after about 5 minutes of Rod's thrusting and came out of his agony haze, but what he heard scared him even more than Rod's cock...

Alan heard "Oh yes! Oh yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh my God, you are the king!" And realized it was himself making those girlish moans and begging!!

 

The Week that followed....

Each day was a haze for Alan. By Wednesday he was applying his own makeup. Little Bird and Barb brought him fresh nighties..again, from the Ladies. Rod would come in at night and fuck him to sleep, and he would wake Rod in the morning, as ordered, with a wet blowjob. Tongue baths were a regular occurrence.

As the week went on Little Bird and Barb seemed to grow increasingly excited about something. Alan was even visited at times by some of the other Ladies, but never by any of the Legionnaires.

For the life of him, he could not figure out what the hell was going on. He could not even fool that idiot, Little Bird, into telling him.

 

Saturday afternoon...

Alan had just finished his makeup at around 4 PM. He knew that Rod was unlikely to come into the room until that time, and Alan knew by this time that Rod liked a freshly made-up sissy.

He heard the deadbolt begin to open and turned towards the door, fully expecting to see Rod, or at least Little Bird with something to eat.

What he did see as the door opened was at least six of the Lucifer's Ladies women come into his room, each carrying either a bag or a box, or some kind of plastic trash bag. Little Bird smiled at him as the Ladies' surrounded him.

"Congratulations, Alice! This is your Wedding Day."

 

TO BE CONTINUED

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