Long-Term Plan! By Throne

Long-term Plan!

By THRONE

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Long-term Plan!

By THRONE

LONG TERM PLAN by Throne

Angel tried to remember how it had been before Tashan moved into his home. For starters, the homeowner's name had been Albert. His time had been his own. He spent weekdays at his office job and then came home to enjoy his avocation. The short fine-boned fellow loved nothing more than dressing girly and indulging in his kinky fantasies. Visions of being dominated by a heartless Black man obsessed him. He kept a file of stories and pictures with that theme, ones he found especially good to jerk off to. He was addicted to pulling his dick, which was so small that he could easily imagine dominant men making fun of it. The ones mastering him, of course, would be enormous where he was diminutive.

He might have glided through life that way indefinitely. What happened to change it all was when he found an online site called Heavy Hook-Ups. It was for rough controlling men and wimpy little sissies, to put them in touch with each other. He was intrigued. It would be so much fun to connect with some Black bruiser, so long as it was all online. Of course, he didn't desire someone like that in his world for real. His first few attempts were failures. There were guys who were too classy, ones who didn't come across as forceful enough, and even posters who were probably posers hoping to let the submissives do all the communicating.

Albert was discouraged. That lasted only until he found Tashan. The first good sign was that the Dom included several photos in his profile. None of that 'I'll send you pictures after we get acquainted' nonsense. Not only was he Black, but muscular and long-limbed. His facial features were angular and his sharp chin ended in a goatee. There were no cock shots but a photo of him in jockey shorts showed a huge package that threatened to burst free. Albert decided that it wasn't just several pairs of socks stuffed down there. The outline was too detailed.

When they started to write back and forth, Tashan was blunt. He liked Albert's pictures, which showed the white guy in a lacy top cut like a vest, along with ruffled panties. Those were all in champagne pink. He also wore stockings that were red and patterned with pink hearts. On his feet were shiny pink Mary Jane shoes with ankle straps. It was plain from the tight fit of his panties that his bottom was plump and his male parts were tiny.

Tashan repeatedly said that they should get together. He stated flatly that he would expect extensive oral servitude. He added that any shortcomings or failures in that area or others would be responded to with harsh punishments. His words made Albert tingle all over. He had been using the feminine name of Alice, but the fearsome Black man renamed him Angel. That was a convincing sign of how he might rule not only physically but mentally. Albert kept teasing him, saying that they could get together and then backing down. It was part of the game he was playing, using Tashan for his own purposes.

The Black man went along with it. He said he'd like to see Angel posing in natural light, by a window. Albert did a few selfies like that. He posed by different windows. Some he accomplished by holding the camera but others, after Tashan suggested it, were taken with the digital device mounted on a stand purchased for that purpose. They were about all that the Black man got out of the relationship. Albert, on the other hand, received plenty of mean messages and some additional shots, these ones of Tashan in leather pants and holding various instruments of discipline. Just knowing that he owned those made Albert's puny pecker stiffen. He pictured himself bent over the arm of his couch, with his 'Owner', as he dreamed about him being, swatting his rear end.

Then came the night when Tashan said they should have a drink together during their electronic hook-up. He got Albert to open a bottle of red wine and pour himself a glass. Then Tashan raised a mug of beer. He wasn't in his home like usual. Instead, he was at a bar. He coaxed the cock-teasing sissy to drink more than his usual limit. After Albert was quite buzzed, Tashan excused himself and said he'd be back in touch soon. The white guy was annoyed. He had dressed provocatively to amuse himself by showing the other what he couldn't have. Albert had on a bra with flat cups made of see-through material, to flash his pink nipples. He wore panties covered in tiers of silvery satin ruffles. On his legs were new stockings he had recently acquired, shiny

pewter-colored ones. On his feet were slutty black patent leather shoes with chunky heels and platform soles.

He was silently fuming about the way Tashan had ended the video call when someone knocked on the door of his modest house. Albert didn't want anyone seeing him in drag. He went to the entrance and turned on the intercom.

"Hello," he said, drink in hand. Then he huffed, "I'm busy. Go away."

A familiar voice said, "It's me. Tashan. Open up or I'll break in."

Albert was startled. How had his internet interest found him? He was scared to let him in. At the same time, he didn't doubt that the Black brute was ready, willing and able to be a housebreaker. If Albert called the police, his kinky pastime would be discovered. He froze for a moment and then reluctantly unlocked and opened the door. Tashan, even bigger in person than he had expected, pushed past him.

"Thought you could mess with me," the fierce Black growled. "Thanks for those pictures at the open windows. There were some landmarks in the background that made it easy to find your neighborhood. A water tower, especially. Then I drove around at the time you had mentioned you got home from your job. Once I spotted you, I was ready to spring my trap."

"But you can do this," the crossdresser protested without any force behind his words.

"Like hell I can't. In fact, I've been crashing with one of the brothers, in his crib, and that's gotten a bit crowded. That's why I'm moving in here."

"You can't. Um, can you?"

"Try to stop me. I've saved plenty of those pin-ups you sent and I'm ready to share them with the world."

"No, no." Albert held up his hands in surrender. "Okay. You can stay here. For a little while."

"Right," Tashan said with a leering grin. "Not for long." "Th... thank you," Albert told him, not knowing what else to say.

"But first, you owe me a lot that you promised but never delivered. Remember how you said you'd be my sissy slave after we got together? And then you never wanted to hook up? Hmmm?"

"I was just playing with you. I thought you liked it, too."

"What I'd like is your mouth on my tool." He confidently patted his crotch. In the tight pants he wore, there was that bulge that had been so well shown off in jockey shorts.

Albert trembled. His knees were ready to buckle. He stammered, "I'm kind of drunk. Couldn't we wait?"

"After how you toyed with me? And got me all heated up? That's not going to happen, Angel. You're going to make the first payment on a big debt — right now."

The sissy's heart missed a beat. He was scared out of his wits. He had never been with a guy before, not a nonthreatening one and certainly not a dangerous type like now confronted him.

"Well..." Albert's mouth got dry and his throat went tight. "How about just a little?"

"How about a lot?" He undid his belt. "I sure as shit got plenty to give you. Let's see how much you can take. Or would you rather I laid this leather across your cute ass about twenty times?"

"N... no."

Albert's legs folded up. On his knees, he unfastened Tashan's pants and lowered his fly. He tugged the garment down over the tall man's slender hips. There were those familiar jockey shorts, some designer brand with the name on them. There also was the previously seen and drooled over, bulky outline of superior genitals. Albert gingerly lowered the shorts. Out flopped a thick long cock with a dark head. Under it were balls of exceptional

size. His fingers were unsteady as he got everything down to ankle level. Tashan raised one foot and then the other, so Albert could remove his slip-on shoes. Then the pants and shorts came off the rest of the way, leaving the intruder naked from his waist down. His lanky legs were powerfully muscled. His feet were big. Albert swallowed with difficulty.

Tashan wanted to know, "What the fuck are you waiting for, pansy? Get your hands and mouth busy, or you get the belt."

With that motivation, Albert took the hanging meat in both hands. It was warm and, as he raised it, heavy. He puckered up and planted a kiss on the end. A drop of clear stickiness came from the pee slit. He dutifully licked it off. Then he opened his mouth wide and fitted it over the bulging knob. His tongue ran around the circumference. He fastened his lips and sucked. The flat of his tongue went after the underside, where the sensitive frenum was. Tashan made a rumbling sound that Albert took as approval. The sissy had practiced on a black dildo many times. That was why he was able to take the girthy shaft into his throat with barely any gagging. He pushed his head forward and pulled it back, over and over. His hands cupped those big balls. Touching them was a special thrill. As he continued to mouth the outstanding cock, he realized his own itty-bitty pecker not only was rigid, but demanded attention. Keeping one hand under those balls to cradle and lightly massage them, he used the other to toy with his dinky dipstick.

Tashan wasn't someone who lost control and popped, even with Albert's expert efforts. The blowjob turned into a marathon. The kneeling one took that monster cock out of his mouth and licked it all over. He lapped the balls. He kissed his way up the underside of the shaft before concentrating solely on the head. The entire time, he kept diddling himself. At last, after the hinges of Alberts jaw began to hurt, the big Black showed signs of being ready to finish. The wimp relinquished his hold on his own pecker and used both hands to pump Tashan. At the same time, he kept the head between his lips, using all the tricks he had learned during practice sessions with the faux phallus, to take him to the edge.

Giving a loud grunt, Tashan let loose. He spurted heavy gobs of cum onto Albert's tongue. It was the submissive's first taste of the real thing. In the past he had squeezed dessert topping there and played pretend. This wasn't so tasty. His body had been invaded. His mouth was defiled with Tashan's spunk. It was far from the romanticized vision he had crafted over time. His teeth were coated with slime. Casting a dark shadow over any chance of this being fulfilling were Tashan's declaration that he was moving in and his promise of applying the belt if he was dissatisfied. Albert figured he was safe on that last matter. After the accomplished blowjob he had just delivered, what complaint could the Black roughneck possibly have?

He found the answer when Tashan stated with certainly, "You were fingering your dainty dick while you were supposed to be focused 100% on my banger."

"Err... um... yes," Albert confessed.
"That means the belt for a naughty Angel."
"Please don't."
"And some extra strokes for trying to talk me out of it. That's not

permitted."
"I didn't know."
"Tough luck. This is how you'll learn."

He pulled his belt from the loops of his discarded pants and folded it double. Still on his knees, Albert cowered away from him. Tashan said the victim should put himself over the arm of the sofa, just like in the scenarios Albert had tantalized him with. The little guy's masturbation scripts were being turned into alarming reality. Tashan said he shouldn't bother rising, instead crawling to the location of his discipline. Albert did as he was told. He didn't get up until he was there, and then only brought himself up far enough to assume the demanded position. He felt utterly vulnerable that way, with his ass raised and waiting.

Tashan snarled, "Pull down those fairy panties, Angel."

The prey awkwardly struggled to do it. As he wriggled his hips, he was aware of how that must look to Tashan. It would be like an invitation not only to beat his buns, but to do much more back there. Albert grabbed a throw pillow and held onto it. He braced himself. Then the belt began to swing. It cracked across both his upturned buttocks. Pain blazed into his flesh. Three more hard blows fell. Albert wailed. Then he bit the pillow. Another dozen strokes followed, eliciting only muffled sounds from his blocked mouth. Tashan stepped away.

He stated, "Those last twelve don't count because you used the pillow. I want to hear you shriek. Now you'll have to take that dozen again."

"Nooooo," Albert wailed.
"And a few more for saying that," Tashan added.

The rest of the beating was brutal. Albert couldn't believe how much it hurt. In his dreamworld, spankings were erotic. This was so different. Despite his agony, the erection he'd been sporting hadn't gone away. There was even a wet spot where his prick had been pressed against the upholstery.

"Done," the belt wielder announced. "Do you have anything fit for me to drink around here?"

"I have that open bottle of wine."

Tashan made a sound of disgust. "I'll phone an order into my regular liquor store. You can go and pick it up. I'll let you leave, but when you're not at work or going somewhere I send you, don't leave this place."

"Y... yes, Sir."

"You can put the address into your phone. It'll be a regular stop for you."

"I understand."

Tashan didn't allow him to change into male outerwear. Instead, he found an overcoat in the hall closet and threw that to Albert. He had to cover up with it and fetch his wallet from his slacks.

With a grin, his new roommate assured him, "You won't be wearing boy clothes much."

Albert went sulkily to his compact car. Sitting on the driver's seat made him yelp with pain. He couldn't get comfortable as he drove into town and then to a rundown neighborhood. In the liquor store he had to deal with a heavyset, shave-headed Black man.

"Uh, Sir," Albert said uncertainly. "I'm here for the order Tashan phoned in."

The clerk eyed him up and down. He made him take three steps back from the counter. When he saw Albert's colorful stockings peeking out below the coat, he laughed.

"Damn," he exclaimed. "My man Tashan got himself another pretty kitty. HA! You got cash or credit?"

"My credit card, if that's okay."

"Sure thing. You look so damn young, maybe I should check some ID."

"I can assure that the card is mine."

"I was just playing with you. Like what you done to Tashan, from what he told me."

He accepted the card and charged a large total. Albert suspected he had added something extra for himself but didn't dare to mention it. He didn't want to arrive home with another ass-whipping waiting for him. The order filled a cardboard box. There was a stockboy who carried it out. Albert opened the trunk and the youth put it in. He was short but muscular, intimidating in his own way. He held his hand out expectantly. Albert got his wallet out of the coat pocket. He had two singles but was concerned that might not be enough. The next smallest bill in there was a ten, which was plainly too much. Caught in a double bind, he elected to tip with the ten.

Tripping over his own words, Albert muttered, "Thank you very much, Sir. That was very helpful."

"Yeah," he said. "Maybe next time you can visit the lavatory and give me a suck-tip, along with the money. That's what Tashan told his last princess to do. That one cracked up and is in the funny farm now." He chortled and it made Albert shiver. "For right now, you can flash me with what's under that coat."

"Right here?" Albert looked around to see if anyone had noticed them.

"If you want, we can go inside instead. To the crapper. You can sit on the toilet while you give me a knob job."

"No. That's won't be necessary."

Albert undid the buttons with fumbling fingers. He spread the halves of the coat wide, giving the pushy Black youth a good look. The guy whistled appreciatively.

"You are for sure one hot-mouthed sissy. I'll see you again." The

stockboy yanked the coat up in back and slapped Albert's ass. As damaged as it was from the spanking, the contact made him jump.

He got back into his car and tried without success to get comfortable. At the house, he struggled from the driveway to the

side door, laboring under the weight of the carton which the other had carried so effortlessly.

"Took you damn long enough," Tashan scolded. He had his pants back on but not his shoes. "Maybe you need some more convincing about how serious I am."

"I'm sorry, Tashan. I'm genuinely regretful. It won't happen again. I mean, if I can possibly avoid it." He hated to hear himself being so abjectly apologetic. But what else could he do? His terror at the chance of a follow-up belting was so great that he had to struggle to keep from crying.

Tashan took the carton to the kitchen and lined up his purchases,

for which Albert had paid. He made himself a drink. Albert shed his coat. He was over the effects of the wine had had imbibed. He watched his Master take a long swallow. Such a potent potable would have put Albert out of commission. The Black man strolled back to the living room. Without being told to, Albert followed. Tashan settled onto the recliner. He set his drink on the side table next to him.

He told Albert, "I could use a good foot massage, Angel."

That would be insulting to do, but it was a big step up from giving head and having his sitter tanned. Still in his fairy finery, he sank down and took hold of a bare foot. Albert rubbed it dutifully. He shifted to the other one. Back and forth he went, handling the two

large feet. There was no way for him to avoid their sweaty odor. At last, Tashan told him to stop.

"Now," the Black man said, "put your hands over your nose and mouth. Breath in the scent of my feet."

"Yes, Sir." Albert obeyed. His head was filled with the sour smell of unwashed feet.

"If you're going to be a proper body slave," Tashan pointed out, "you have to love everything about me, including my scents. Right?"

"Yes, Sir," he agreed wholeheartedly." To be safe, he tagged, "Thank you."

"I didn't tell you to move them hands. Put them back where they belong. Do you need a long lesson in sniffing my ass to get you to pay attention?"

"No, Sir. That is, not unless you think I do. Whatever you say."

Tashan snorted. "We'll see. I got lots of time. It ain't like I'm leaving anytime soon. Is that clear?"

"As an unmuddied stream, Sir."

"For right now, take my shoes, squat down in the corner over there, and spend some time with your nose in one of them. You can rub your sad little pecker with the other. But don't you dare to finish."

Albert almost made the mistake of questioning if he was serious. Luckily, he caught on that he was. His word was law. Anything that seemed irrational that he wanted his servant to do, he should do without thinking. When Albert had read stories about circumstances like this, he was free to edit them in his mind. Then, he had the means to eliminate anything that was too nasty. He could add in some sweetening. Often, his idealized version of himself was even in charge, doing what's called 'topping from the bottom'. That wasn't going to happen here. It wouldn't even come close to him having any say. Instead, he was under Tashan's iron rule, trapped in his unbreakable grip, crushed by his heavy heel. Albert was screwed for as long as the Black ruler wanted to make his new life last. The white guy would be at the vindictive one's beck and call, every minute he was with him.

That had all taken place on Tashan's arrival. Now it was two weeks later. He was moved in. Some of Albert's possessions had been shoved into the cellar to make room. Tashan said that if he didn't like it, he could be put down there, too. Albert became the housecleaner, responsible for Tashan's meals and laundry. The new lord of the manor liked to take him into the shower with him, so Albert could wash his taut body. One of the Black bully's favorite things to do when they were there was to step toward the

back of the tub, out of the range of the shower. Then he would have Albert soap up his ginormous dark cock. With the slave still down on one knee after doing that, Tashan would make him suck it while it was all lathered up. The unlucky one got a mouthful of soap first, and then a feeding of spunk. That was demeaning, yet it excited Albert. Tashan would draw attention to his property's unasked for arousal while Albert dried him off with a big fluffy towel. The laundress had to wash those towels after each use. Tashan had a habit of giving him similar jobs that didn't need to be done. It was one more way for him to assert his authority, to dare his chattel to object, and to remind him of his reduced status.

Then there were the sleeping arrangements. Tashan slept in the nude. Albert had to put on whatever he said. It might be just a lace choker and fishnet stockings. Or perhaps a baby doll nightie with panties that had an open crotch. Seeing Albret dressed like that inflamed the Black man's lust. It inevitably led to a bedroom blowjob. Tashan relished having Albert lie there with that magnificent cock plugged into his face, so deep that he had to breathe through his nostrils, inhaling the male musk of Tashan's pubes. Gradually, the bizarre situation was becoming normalized to Albert. He began to think of himself only by his new name. With each passing day he was more Angel and less his former self.

One day, when Albert returned from work, Tashan was waiting with a question. As always, the employed one had panties under his male clothing. This day he was also wearing a constricting

panty girdle. It wasn't cut to accommodate male parts, so that his, even as small as they were, got crushed the entire time.

What the Black punisher wanted to know was, "How long it been since I took my belt to your pasty ass, Angel?"

"Two days," Albert answered honestly.

"Day-am. I'm being too nice. And I don't want to wear out that fine belt. From now on, if I go more than 24 hours without using you as my therapy animal, without reddening your tail end to let off my pressure, you got to tell me. If you forget, you'll make me bitchslap you for that. And to preserve my belt, I'm gonna find some other goodies to use on your pale posterior."

"Yes, Sir. I'll remember that new order. I hope you won't have to face-slap me. If you do, I'll understand. I apologize for all my shortcomings."

"Whatever, Angel. Right now, let's see what I can find in the kitchen to use on your rump."

Maybe Tashan had thought about it ahead of time. Or else he simply had a good eye for spanking implements. He went straight to a pottery urn on the counter. It was full of wooden implements. He selected a spoon and slapped it against the palm of his wide hand.

"Yeah, this is good. But I got to test it. Bend over the table, Angel."

"But I didn't do anything to deserve this."

He knew as soon as he said it that he'd made a big mistake. Tashan grabbed a handful of Albert's hair. The houseboy hadn't been permitted to get it cut since the other man moved in. Now he gave Albert's head a violent shake. Then he slapped his face, one side with his palm and the other with the back of his hand. He walked Albert to the table and put him in the desired posture. Albert wanted to minimize his discipline, so he tried to tug down the panty girdle. It was so tight that he had to struggle. He got it and then the panties underneath lowered to mid-thigh. Then he waited in nervous anticipation as Tashan paced around, smacking the wooden spoon against his own hand as his anger built.

He groused, "I try so fucking hard to help your be good, Angel, and you just throw it back in my face. Must be that my Angel got possessed by some Devil. You know how to fix that, girl?"

"Ah, no, Sir."

"I got to beat that demon out of you. Yep. Got to exorcise him with this spoon."

He moved in fast and landed a rapid half dozen blows on Albert's well-presented cheeks. The penitent squealed. These

punishments didn't get easier to bear with time. The target squirmed and bit his lips. The kitchen utensil felt different from the usual belt. It was harder. Unflexible. The pain was more localized but also went deeper. He tried to hold himself together while his tormentor resumed pacing.

"Damn it, girl," he said angrily. "Can't you hold still for two minutes?"

"I'm so sorry, Sir," Albert bawled, with his nose running. "I try but I guess I'm too weak."

"And too much of a drama queen. Everything I do is because I care about you. Don't you get it?"

"I apologize. I must be too stupid to understand."

"Ain't that the truth." His long arm flashed as he landed more blows. "What else you got besides me?"

Albert had never thought of it that way. He had forfeited his right to make decisions on his own. Tashan did all his thinking for him. He was left feeling inadequate and insecure. The bigger man kept pushing to make him more dependent. It wasn't difficult, after all the softening up that he had done, to make Albert feel he honestly did need his abuser, and that the man was ultimately taking care of him. When Tashan made Albert gobble his cock, he began to

frame the act as a reward for the sub. Even that, as outrageous as it was, came to make sense to the wuss.

One morning, Albert was wearing a yellow crop top and gold plastic mini-shorts, along with thigh-high socks with wide horizontal stripes in vivid candy colors. He had just made coffee for Tashan. The house slave smelled the delicious aroma and salivated. He wished he could have some but knew that wasn't allowed. He warmed a pasty in the oven and set it on a plate, which he carefully placed in front of his Master, who was naked. Then he stepped back. Ignoring him, the Black man ate and drank. When there was only the end of the pastry remaining, with no filling left, he slid the plate toward Albert.

"There you go," said Tashan. "That's for you, Angel." "Thank you, Sir."

Albert nibbled on the bit of food, savoring it. He watched Tashan expectantly. Didn't he want his morning suck?

The seated one noticed and said lazily, "I don't know if I want your mouth on my cock right now, Angel."

What was wrong? Was Tashan losing interest? The pansy hugged himself.

Tashan made a show of noticing him. He said, "Damn, girl. You miss it, don't you?" Albert surprised himself when he nodded in agreement. "Well, hell, I'll let you have some." He took something that the sissy hadn't noticed on the table and offered it. "Here. I got you some nice red lipstick. Go ahead. Put it on. Use this little mirror. Make your mouth pretty for my tool."

"Thank you."

Albert's heart rose. He wasn't being rejected after all. When he tried to get into position, however, Tashan stopped him.

"You know, I don't want to look at you. Give me another of them pasty things. On a clean plate. Then get your ass under the table. You can do your job from there."

The loser got under the table. Tashan sat there with his athletic physique shown off by his nudity. It was easy to manipulate his cock into glorious fullness. Lately, Albert felt privileged to serve it. He lapped at it adoringly. Then he fitted his mouth around the end. He was still confused by what was happening, but also stimulated. Tashan had relaxed the rule about him playing with himself. The submissive toyed with his tiny tinkler. The man whose cock was stretching his jaws ignored him. That made Albert try harder. He added some ball licking and butterfly kisses on the shaft to his efforts. He humbly kissed the big feet on the floor. Then he returned his efforts to that irresistible cock. What

did he have to do to win approval? The man at the table wasn't even making as much noise as normally.

All that gave the lad in yellow conflicted feelings. His Owner wanted him but didn't want to see him. There was a spirited blowjob in progress but he wasn't showing signs of pleasure. What message was he sending? What Albert didn't understand was that Tashan was using old pimp tricks to mess with his mind. The push and pull of acceptance and rejection were calculated to increase those feelings of neediness. They were making Albert believe he had to do everything in his power to please his Master, not to avoid punishment, but to make him remain as a Protector. It was an effective method of keeping someone obedient and even making them do things they didn't want to because they felt extremely obligated to the one controlling them. It was how hustlers of the classic type got girls in their stables to be sex workers for them. After two more weeks on that program, though he didn't know it, Albert was ready to turn tricks for his man.

"Hey, girl," Tashan said one Friday evening. "I got a brother coming over. He's been kind of down since he broke it off with his lady. You do whatever you can to fix him up."

"Do you mean...?"

"Whatever it takes. I'm sure he's horny. If he sends you the signal, pick up on it and do your thing to his crank."

"But I only do that for you."

"It will be for me, indirectly. You don't want me feeling down because of my bro's troubles, do you?"

"No. I think I understand. It's just that I can be so clueless." "Don't worry. Just do the right thing."

Even though it bothered him, Albert determined to follow that advice. He wanted Tashan not to have concerns. The sissy would help out. As always, his Black Owner picked what his charge would wear. It was a fishnet body stocking with nothing under it. The wearer's tiny penis pressed against the mesh. When the friend arrived, Tashan made some small talk with him. The guy, tall and not bad looking, gave a brief account of his relationship troubles. Then the host said he had to run out for a while and for them to get better acquainted. They were already sitting side-by-side on the sofa. The visitor put his hand lightly on Albert's knee. He gave it a squeeze. Albert, remembering everything he had been told, did not reject the touch. More than anything else, he needed to do what was best for Tashan. His own concerns were secondary. That was why, when the guy's hand moved higher, he responded by putting his own hand in the man's crotch. What he detected there was impressive. Not as huge as he was accustomed to, but still above average. He began to undo the man's belt and then undid the single button of his pants. Once the

zipper was down, the man took care of lowering his pants himself. His shorts went along with them.

Sure enough, his cock was a whopper. Still seated next to him, Albert soon had it standing up. He bowed his head and caught the end between his lips. From there, lots of experience took over. He blew the guy like a pro who wanted a big tip, using a mix of tricks. A load of the thick, creamy stuff got shot directly into his mouth. It tasted somewhat different than Tashan's. He swallowed greedily, as if receiving a gift, to make sure the fellow would give a good report to the man in charge. Albert licked his lips and smiled.

That was when the man said, "That was real good for the price."

Albert was stunned. He curled up into himself. The man laughed. Before long, Tashan reappeared, carrying a bottle of champagne. The customer thanked him and excused himself. At first, Albert was inconsolable.

His now-pimp said, "You got to understand. I could use some more walking around money and this was an easy way to get it. I mean, my friend's story was true. The only thing that's different is that he wanted to pay for the favor I was doing for him. If he'd just given me a bottle instead, I know you would be upset." He held up the bubbly. "And here it is. Just think of it like I spent what he gave me for us, to celebrate."

"Celebrate what?"

"You, girl. For stepping in and helping out, Angel."

Without all the conditioning he had already undergone, Albert wouldn't have accepted that unlikely explanation. Why would Tashan need any extra money, after all he took from his lackey? Yet his earner allowed the rationalization completely. They shared a drink. Albert replayed the oral sex by doing the same to his Man, while giving a blow-by-blow account of how the first recipient liked it. After that, things settled back into their familiar patterns. There were still spankings, but Albert convinced himself they were milder, even though the aftereffects were still the same. Tashan even used some of the instruments he'd shown in early photos, like a leather paddle and a cat.

That went on until there was a repeat of the pimping incident. This time, Tashan simply said he wanted it done and therefore Angel was going to do it. It went well. There was a making up session afterward, except that it wasn't as romantic seeming as before. With the next several times, Albert was treated more and more like what he now was, Tashan's play-for-pay sissy slut. Every time he tried to deal with it logically, his emotions got the better of him. He still had to do it for his Man, but now because it had become central to their relationship. During the days when he was at work, Albert even saw his coworkers as potential customers. They presumably never would be though, except maybe the few who were Black.

"Hey, bitch!" Tashan's words seared into Albert. "That man who just left wasn't satisfied. He paid but didn't tip. What the fuck you think you're doing to me?"

When he should have fought back, Albert instead broke down in tears. "I'm so sorry, Daddy. I couldn't concentrate. I was just thinking of you."

"That's no excuse. You know how to suck cock and nothing should distract you."

He grabbed Albert by the wrist, hauled him over his lap, tore off the thong he had on, and gave him a hand spanking that reduced him to a blubbering mess. Then he dumped him on the floor.

"Now get yourself cleaned up. I was considerate enough to buy you make-up and you still haven't learned to put it on right. At least fix your lipstick. There's one more client tonight and you need to look tempting for him. He might be bringing in a lot of other new customers."

"Yes, Daddy. I'll be good. I won't let you down."

There was only one more step left in Albert's descent. It would bind him more closely than ever to his Pimp. Once it took place, there was almost no chance that the sissy tramp would be able to win back his lost self. Tashan timed it wisely. It was right before

a busy weekend. He had a lot of guys lined up to get sucked off, right after a major sporting event. The home team was favored to win, and if they did, those fans would be in good spirits. They could be counted on for generous tips and might want to pay for extras, with all the money going into Lashan's pockets, like always.

When Albert got home from his undemanding day job, Tashan was waiting in a white shirt and black slacks. He embraced his plaything, held him close, and stroked his hair, which was now down to his collar, with any broken ends trimmed away.

"Tonight's going to be special," the Black man whispered. "I need you to go into the bathroom, get naked, and use what I left there for you."

What Albert found was a disposable enema kit. Before all the changes in his life occurred, his darkest fantasies involved a powerful man taking his anal virginity. It was one of those events that he never wanted to take place in reality. Now it appeared that Tashan was going to be the one to do it. Albert was shaky. He knew it would hurt. But he also trusted Tashan, who only made him cater to strange men because it had to be that way. After he had prepped, he went back to his Man, who walked him to the bedroom. Waiting for Albert was a pair of stockings with sparkles in them, as well as a garter belt. He excitedly got into them. When Tashan had him swish around, it made Albert feel so special. Then the Black man got him onto the bed and into position,

kneeling with his buns elevated. He applied lube to his magnificent cock and let Albert see how it glistened. Then he got behind him.

He assured Albert, "This is going to be the best ever for you."

Then Tashan pushed in. It was painful. His cock was so girthy. He wasn't gentle enough. Far from it. He dug his fingers into the bottom's soft hips and slammed him hard. Before long, with nothing to suggest caring, he blasted his heavy load into the other's bowels. Albert didn't understand why it had been like that. Then the answer came to him. Like always, any fault must lie with him. That made perfect sense. It was why he told Tashan it had been perfect and he hoped it had been at least half as good for the man who had made him complete.

"It was okay," Tashan said, damning him with faint praise. That only made Albert want to do better next time. "Let's get you cleaned up so you'll be ready when your Johns start showing up. You're booked solid all weekend, Angel. Your lips, tongue and throat are going to get a workout."

The nude sex worker scampered off to the bathroom. He hoped Tashan was admiring his buns as he went. The future looked rosy, with them being together. Sure, he would spend a lot of time with anonymous cocks shoved into his face, but afterwards there would be his Man, waiting for him. The spanking and face slapping would still take place, but that was only because Tashan

sometimes had a bad temper. When he did, it was probably because Albert had done something wrong again. The sissy primped in front of the mirror, hoping his Special One would appear behind him for even a few moments, in advance of the hours of cock swallowing, ball lapping, and cum guzzling that loomed. He did his hair and make-up. But Tashan did not show up until it was time to put Albert, now fully in Angel mode, into the converted spare bedroom that was now his working space. He heard male voices in the living room, joking and laughing. Alongside the bed was a low stool Tashan had acquired for him. When he sat on it, he was at the perfect height to do his work. That Man was so considerate. He tried it out. When his bottom made contact with the thinly padded surface, he was reminded of the recent discipline he'd been given for some minor infraction. Tashan had used a bamboo cane that hadn't been around before. Angel wouldn't question it or even remark on the stripes it left or how much they burned. No, Tashan knew best.

The door opened and a slightly drunk, Black man entered unsteadily. He whipped out his cock. It was decorated with thick veins and uncircumsized. The large head was quite dark. Angel opened her brightly reddened lips in invitation. The man came near enough that she could capture it in her mouth and begin sucking at once. She had to be fast enough but not too fast. After all, a ho in her situation needed to keep her Pimp smiling. Tashan was all that mattered. He had planned everything so well, and now they would be together for the long term.