My Own Sissy Boy (for Angelique127)

[DreamingOfMyEx]

She's here!

"Calm down Eric" I said to myself. "You need to focus." It's our first track meet of the season, and my first ever since being at college.

Still, she came! I didn't expect her to when I nervously asked if she might be interested in seeing me run, and she just indicated she'd think about it, or check her schedule, or something. I was too nervous to actually know what she was saying.

---

I'd hoped college would be different than high school, but it wasn't different in the way I'd hoped. It seemed all the guys were more handsome than me. Certainly taller and more muscular, and richer. I'd hoped my "cuteness" would at least attract some girls, but it didn't. Not any girls I'd be interested in, anyway.

Still, I'm in college! I'm the first in my family to go to college, and I plan to make the most of it. By that I mean study hard and make something of my life. It's not like I was being invited to all the best parties. And even if I was -- well, I'm not really in to that. I don't drink (usually) and certainly don't do drugs.

I'm also - and I would never admit this to anyone - a virgin.

Maybe that's a good thing? Well, not really, but I'm trying to look on the bright side. My family is making a huge sacrifice just so I can go to college, and I'm not going to let them down - which I would if I spent all my time partying, right?

I also talked to Coach about the possibility of a scholarship. I'd done well in track in high school, but then it wasn't a big school - in a district full of other small schools. It's not like the talent scouts were lining up to get in to see me run. Obviously a scholarship for this year is out of the question, but I explained how much my family had to sacrifice, with Dad cashing in his retirement and mortgaging the house to get me into such an exclusive school. I just know if I can graduate from here with excellent grades I have a really good shot at medical school, but tuition is expensive and my family only came up with enough money for the first couple of years and mowing lawns on Saturdays isn't going to cut it.

"Focus, dammit!" I whispered to myself, but I couldn't help look over at her again. Her name is Princess. Her real name. For someone like her, the only more fitting name I could think of would be Goddess. She seemed to be impressed when I told her about my plans for medical school, and as her lab partner I hoped to impress her even more with my knowledge of all things scientific. As a nerdy college student I didn't have much to offer a girl like her (except for offering to help her with her homework, which I'd already done plenty of) but maybe as a future doctor -- yeah, it could happen.

And, if I win in the 100 today, well, that would make me a jock, too, right? Maybe not quarterback of the football team, but still an athlete. Yeah, I can do this. Coach Martin had given me a lot of pointers I wish I'd been given in high school. Position of my hands on the starting line. Lowering my butt a little in the starting blocks. Adjusting my stride. Hell, if I'd had this in high school I could have won all district. Oh well, no time to think about that now. Must focus on the race. It's starting in less than a minute.

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"Hey, good luck little man." I turned to see some guy from another school extending his hand. Little man? Well that wasn't very sportsmanlike of him, but hey, Black people talk that way and it usually doesn't mean anything, right? At least I thought so, it's not like there were a lot of Black people in my high school. I just whispered "thanks" and gave him my hand.

He was a few inches taller than me, and sported several pounds more of muscle. What happened next was ... well ... I don't know how to describe it. Surreal? When he took my hand he squeezed it hard - so hard it hurt. It hurt like Hell! I was looking directly into his eyes and they seemed to be mocking me as my own eyes pleaded with him to stop hurting me. After what seemed like an hour (it was probably only a couple of seconds) he relaxed his grip but didn't let go of my hand entirely. Those eyes ... What was he doing to me?

I've been intimidated by bigger guys before, but I never felt intimidated like this. I was vaguely aware of lowering my eyes in submission to him, knowing I wasn't going to win this race.

 

[angelique127]

Princess

It was such a beautiful fall day or else why would I a girl like me be attending a track and field meet. Truthfully sports didn't interest me very much unless they were hunky looking jocks on the football team at the after game party really, but Eric was kind of cute. He wasn't my type, I usually dated handsome brash wealthy guys from good families but I had recently broke up with my current boyfriend because he was too poccessive and demanding. His needs came first, besides I caught Roger cheating on me with a close friend and I would never tolerate that.

On the other hand Eric was more or less rather passive. Yes I was out of his league but I had a feeling he would never be unfaithful. On the contrary, Eric was the kind of guy who would worship the ground I walked on, just like my dear daddy did with my own mother. With my good looks and pedicree why wouldn't I want to be treated like a goddess. It was what I deserved. I was tired of arrogant, self centered bossy men.

And Eric was a classic candidate. He would make the perfect devoted pet and fulfill all my wishes...I had a feeling Eric would do anything I wanted him to do, if I only asked...

I couldn't help but notice the big muscular black guy on the other team. I would never consider dating a black man under any circumstances, in fact my daddy would disown me. I considered them bold and very aggressive. Several of white my girlfriends felt differently however and only dated black guys. Myself I would never consider giving them the time of day !

Needless to say Eric didn't stand a chance nor did the rest of our team. The black stud easily won the all the events proving that he was superior. In fact after the hundred yard dash the black athlete demanded that Eric, the loser, kneel down at his feet and tie his shoe for him. I couldn't believe my eyes at this mans aggrogance !

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

I was literally trembling as we waited for the starting gun, unable to process what had just happened. I'm sure if I had another minute or two to pull myself together I'd be okay. Instead, I felt rushed into it - totally not ready, unable to ignore the fact the Black guy -- I mean the one who'd hurt my hand, half the guys in this event were black -- was in the lane next to mine.

As soon as my hand touched the track I suspected something had been broken as a pain shot up my arm. Dammit! Then it happened - the gun. I was probably over two tenths of a second coming off the blocks - okay in the high school 220, but unforgivable in a collegiate 100. I came in 5th place.

The worst part was --- Princess was there watching. I'd been so determined to win this race, to impress her, and now I couldn't even look in her direction.

Coach Martin came over to give me a little pep talk. Opening night jitters he called it, assuring me I would be fine from this point on. I wasn't so sure. Then he reminded me to go congratulate the winner.

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"Good job" I squeaked, my voice a couple of octaves higher than I'd intended. I extended my hand to the Alpha male, the one he'd practically crushed a minute before. My eyes didn't know whether to look up to him pleading not to hurt me, or to look down in submission hoping he would take pity. He seemed amused, and didn't hurt me any more.

---

I'd had dreams of asking Princess to allow me to treat her to lunch or something after I'd won the event. Now, with a cold pack on my hand, I was too humiliated to even look at her. Instead, I'd hurry home and put the finishing touches on a paper she asked me to look over and give my opinion on. It looked like she barely put any effort at all into it, but that's okay. I didn't mind. If I could get her an "A" in the class maybe she'd like me more. And I had to have it done before bedtime tonight, because tomorrow was church and my own homework to do.

Still.. she'd made the effort to come watch me run, so I owed her something. I would go over to her to thank her for showing up, apologize to her for not giving a winning performance, and assure her I'd give her the paper first thing Monday morning, unless she wanted to meet up tomorrow.

I was walking over to Princess when the big Black guy stepped in front of me, smiling what for a moment looked like a demonic smile. It actually caused me to shudder. Then something even more unthinkable happened. He told me to tie his shoe!

I just stood there looking up into his eyes. Helpless. Not saying anything. My eyes once again pleading for mercy. It didn't help.

"Well?" he said after a few seconds.

The worst part was - the way he was positioned between me and Princess, I could see her watching in the background.

"S...sure..." I said.. thinking I could play it off ... somehow. I knelt down and fighting back the tears, did as he instructed.

 

[angelique127]

Eric submivissively bent down an tied his winning opponents shoelaces like a good little loser as I watched. How humiliating could it be to allow this big black brute to bully him in such a fashion ?

" Excuse me, sir, how dare you treat my friend in such a manner ! " I said, interferring... " why don't you tie your own damn shoes ? "

The big black brute laughed, while tossing an apple up and down in his his hand. Suddenly before I knew what happened he grinned and forced the apple in between my lips and I had no choice but to bite down on it with my teeth...

" Who do you think you are talking too bitch ? I ain't no white boy that does whatever you say to do. Don't ever talk to me like that again, do you understand what I'm saying ? "

No one, not even my own father, had dared admonish me like that in public in my entire whole life. Despite feeling somewhat indignant I didn't dare protest for some reason...I could only nod in submission.

" You white bitches need to learn your place. You might talk to your boyfriends like that but no black male is going to tolerate it you understand what I'm saying? "

I nodded my head, biting down even harder on the apple,suddenly feeling very submissive and compliant...

" Okay if you apologize for your behavior I will let you take the apple out of your mouth. "

I whimpered nodding my head yes. Calvin smirked and took the apple out of my mouth. " What do you say bitch ? "

" Thank you sir. " I said to him, feeling rather obediant...

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

I couldn't believe what was happening!

At first it was merely embarrassing, having Princess come to my rescue. I tried saying it's okay, that I didn't mind doing it, thinking later I could find a way to play it off. But as I tried to speak, the words came out a whisper neither of them could hear and things progressed way beyond that in no time anyway.

From my knees I watched it all, so frightened of the man now that the muscles in my back all tightened up and I could barely move if I wanted to. For a brief moment I realized how vulnerable the big Black guy was - all his attention on Princess and none on me - his crotch right in front of my face. I could ball up my fist and punch him there as hard as I could and then Princess would see me as a tough man who could take care of her and protect her. I balled up my right fist and a pain shot through the entire hand and up my arm, a stark reminder of what that asshole had done to me already.

And that was from just a handshake. What would he do to me with his own fist? I almost peed in my pants just thinking about it.

I listened to it all. His tirade about white boys, and bitches, and when it was over, Princess thanked him!

After a moment I realized I was still staring at his crotch. Seriously, I was looking at it because I had thought about hitting him there. It had nothing to do with the huge bulge.

NO! No, this was my once in a lifetime chance - to either win her heart or get beaten to a pulp. I was deathly afraid of being beaten, and oddly enough it had never happened. I always - complied, never gave my bullies a reason. Well no more. Better to live one day as a lion than a thousand years as a sheep.

"you ..." I cleared my throat and spoke louder as I began to stand. "You can't talk to her that way."

Oh fuck, I'm dead.

 

[angelique127]

For a moment it seemed as if time stood still...

Before Princess knew what happened Eric unexpectedlydecided to stand up to the big black brute who was twice his size !

" You can't talk to her that way ! " he protested, suddenly getting to his feet to protect us.

She would never forget the bully's mocking laugh before he punched poor ol' little Eric in the stomach, making him double over and fall to the ground wincing in pain.

" Oh please don't hurt him anymore ! " the blonde begged kneeling down to comfort her defender.

Eric was gasping for air, obviously hurt from the blow to his midsection.

The mean black brute towered above them, laughing, having no mercy and seeming to enjoy his dominance..." You better stay down boy or I'll kick your ass and show your girlfriend what it's like to be with a real man. "

Thankfully he snarled and disengaged and trotted away heading for the locker room to get a shower and catch his bus

" Are you okay ? " Princess asked Eric, in concern after the bully had left.

Eric nodded getting up to his feet, still holding his stomach. " Why you poor thing...I can't believe what a brute he was ! " she said, giving him some comfort. She was not used to witnessing such senseless violence...

" I'm fine thank you. " Eric insisted, still almost doubled over.

" Why don't you come over to my sorority house, I have a room upstairs... I don't think the other girls would mind really since you are hurt. " the young blonde offered knowing the rule that no males were permitted in their rooms at any time.

Rules were meant to be broken.

They got into her sports car daddy had bought for on her birthday and she drove the short distance to her house on campus. No one was home, the girls being out and about doing things so we went up to my private room. I was fortunate enough not to share it with a room mate. My daddy was rich and made sure his little girl had her privacy.

Princess told Eric to sit down and take off his shirt while she fetched a hot towel to wrap around his sore ribs. Eric had the honor of being the only boy ever to be in her room before...

" I can't believe what a bully he was ! " she said nursing him and making a fuss... . " Myself I like sensitive guys who know how to please a woman and who are nice and gentle, not some big mean neanderthal brute. "

Eric nodded, enjoying the way my manicured fingernails ran across his chest...

I like males who like to worship their girl and do whatever they are told...attentive to their needs and such. "

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

Fifteen minutes earlier Eric would have been ecstatic by Princess' mere acknowledgement of his existence. Now she was tending to him like a private nurse, but all poor Eric could do was whine like a little bitch about how much he hurt.

Eventually, though, he slowly began to come around to the fact he had stood up to a bully for the woman of his dreams - and despite his miserable failure, she seemed to appreciate it. So, he stopped trying to sound like a little bitch and more like the hero who had suffered only a temporary setback.

"I'm okay, really, just ... just got the wind knocked out of me" though it was obviously more than that. His shirt off, Princess could see his alabaster white torso starting to bruise.

He had tried to sound strong as she helped him up the stairs to her room - surprised to see it was her private room. No evidence of a roommate. If it wasn't for the pain, the fact she'd seen him crying and cowering before the big black brute, this might have been worth the pain.

Maybe he'd even take some judo lessons or something. Maybe he really could be a guy who could protect her. And if he could both protect and provide (as a rich doctor, you know) -- all things are possible.

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Eric nodded, enjoying the way my manicured fingernails ran across his chest...
" I like men who like to worship a female and do whatever they are told. "

---

Despite the pain he was in, Eric's little cock twitched. Was it the touch of her nails, or the fact she wanted to be worshiped by obedient men?

Surely, she couldn't know about that particular fantasy. He'd never let on ... well, unless you consider he practically begged to do things for her without getting anything in return.

 

[angelique127]

Princess had a feeling Eric would make the perfect willing and passive boyfriend...some guys especially the very good looking jocks treated most females like their property. Her last boyfriend had swore his love to her but then broke her little ol' heart by cheating on her with her best friend. Eric seemed the type of guy who would never behave like that. No he would be committed to pleasing her and do whatever she wanted...not like that black guy who put was very aggressive and made her feel submissive when he placed that apple between her teeth and bite down on it. Princess liked to be the one who was in charge of the relationship, spoiled, entitled and adored.

She knew that she was out of Eric's league but that didn't bother her in the least...

" Why you poor thing...your ribs look so sore and painful, all bruised up and turning black and blue where that big ol' brute hit you. I hope I never see him again ! "

Eric nodded in agreement, with his eyes closed, seeming to be enjoying my fingers as I caressed his naked hairless chest...

I think I know something that will make you feel alot better...do you mind if I remove your running shorts ? "

I giggled at his excited expression when his eyes suddenly opened wide...

Princess didn't wait for permission and pulled them down and off his slender legs. He was wearing a pair a pair of unslightly checkered boxers underneath. She preffered tighty whities of course and discarded those too as soon as possible. In the future she would do something about his choice of underwear...

Eric's cock was not very big ! Certainly nothing like the massive bulge that Calvin had sported earlier at the track meet. It was so huge that Princess couldn't help but notice while trying not to stare....Eric's dickie was already rigid and stiff ! Priness took it in her soft palm and began to stroke it slowly. Eric groaned in pleasure and immediately started to thrust it in her hand...

" Does that feel good, darling ? Now be careful ! " she warned as she felt him begin to throb, " Don't you dare squirt yet, until I give you permission, do you understand ! "

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

Agony and ecstasy -- in a way Eric never envisioned in his wildest fantasies. Had it not been for the pain that big brute caused, Eric would probably have squirted the moment Princess' palm came into contact with his little dick. Well, maybe not that instant, but certainly within the first few strokes. But he was still hurting - so despite the fact his penis was as hard as it could possibly be, it wasn't all arousal and pleasure. He was hurting, badly.

To add to the overwhelming circumstances of being assaulted by the big black arrogant brute and Princess' being so nice and attentive, she had just pulled down his shorts and began stroking his cock. AND - like the dominatrix of his dreams, admonished him not to "squirt" without her permission!

How could he not squirt under the circumstances?

But he tried - insofar as he had any control over what was happening, he tried not to squirt too soon. He was clenching every muscle in his body, whimpering how much he enjoyed what she was doing (it would have been impolite not to answer her question) and tears were streaming down his face.

He may or may not have been aware he was saying it out loud, but in addition to the "yes, feels good" and "thank you" he was blubbering as Princess so skillfully scrambled his mind, he also blurted out "I love you" a couple of times. He'd said it to her in his fantasies frequently enough.

 

[angelique127]

Eric was like putty in her hand...Princess knew he didn't have enough experience or self control himself for very much longer. In fact judging by his responses she suspected Eric was a virgin and never had the pleasure of being with a female, especilly one as hot as her ! Within two minutes he was unable to help it and splurted his hot milky seed all over himself as well as in her hand...

" Oh my...you bad bad boy ! I don't think I gave you permission to make a little messy ! " Princess admonished in teasing manner.

Eric begged for forgivness, saying he was so sorry after thanking her for giving so much pleasure and professing his undying love...

" It's fine sweetheart, I'm not going to punish you since it was our first time sort of speak but we will have to work on your control in the future. A considerate and caring boyfriend must be able to last longer if he wants to please a woman once he puts his dick in her pussy. Do you understand me ? " she asked once again softly caressing his bare chest. " So I am going to teach you how to please a female and give her what she needs. "

Eric looked so cute, nodding eagerly, the pure devotion shining in his eyes.

" Lesson one...you always refer to me as your 'Goddess' when we are in private and alone. In public you may call me by my given name, of course which describes me perfectly. I deserve to be treated as such and not like that horrible bold black guy did this afternoon at your track meet. "

" Yes goddess. "

" Fine why don't you go into the bathroom and wash up down there before we begin lesson two while I find us something a little more comfortable to wear. "

Princess liked the way he listened and obediantly rushed off to the batroom to do as he was told. Oh yes he would make the perfect willing boyfriend !

She went to her closet and her large collection of sexy lingerie, deciding what color would look best in. This was going to be so much fun she thought to herself, training this passive male to obey and perform her every wish no matter how naughty. After selecting something sheer and sexy she opened the door to the bathroom where he was washing up at the sink.

" Oh babydoll would you do me a special favor ? I really don't like guys with body hair, it's so repulsive. Would you be willing to shave your legs and underarms for me. You will find a razor and shaving cream in the shower...oh and there is some Nair for your pubic hair..."

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

Sweetheart?

BOYFRIEND???

Holy shit! Holy fucking goddamn shit!!

Eric, despite the fact he had just had premarital sex (well, sort of) with the hottest woman imaginable, knew it was wrong to take the Lord's name in vain, even if not spoken out loud. He quickly (and to be honest, not that sincerely) asked God's forgiveness for what he was thinking.

But still ... Princess' boyfriend? Holy shit!

Once Princess' words registered, Eric practically sprang all the way to the bathroom -- had he moved that quickly at the track meet he would have won first place -- trembling with excitement over what was happening. Normally it took him a while to get erect after masturbating, but within seconds he was already hard again. Maybe, he thought, he would "last longer" next time.

As he washed himself Eric reflected on what had happened, and what was happening, and on what he hoped would happen. All this, maybe, because he stood up to Princess' bully? Just imagine if he won the race, and defeated the bully! Actually, could it even get any better than this? Maybe ... maybe it was a good thing he lost -- Like maybe that brought out her mothering instinct? And oh what a lovely mother she could make for his children. Smart and beautiful.

Then, as he was rapidly drying himself off, she appeared in the doorway. His goddess - looking even more goddess-like than the gods would permit any mere human to look! His cock, already hard again, got even harder and started twitching and bouncing in reverence.

" Oh babydoll would you do me a special favor ? I really don't like guys with body hair, it's so repulsive. Would you be willing to shave your legs and underarms for me. You will find a razor and shaving cream in the shower...oh and there is some Nair for your pubic hair..."

"Yes Goddess"

Even though he called her goddess now, Eric took time for a little more prayer as he carefully shaved around his scrotum, thanking God for his good fortune and promising to ... wait, what could he promise God?

It only seemed right he should do something nice for God, since God just did something nice for him, right? Still, it didn't make sense. He was sinning, and thanking God for it? After all, what he wanted was to have lots of sex with Princess. And then there was that other thing - was she really the Dominant Woman of his dreams as well? The talking down to him criticizing his lack of control? The demands he not do certain things with her permission? That was probably even more sinful than having sex.

He decided it didn't have to make any sense theologically -- Eric thanked God for Princess and for what just happened.

Surly, goddess didn't want him to be a complete loser unable to protect her - so he would redouble his efforts in getting ready for the next track meet AND sign up for judo classes he couldn't afford. He wasn't the big strong karate chop sort of guy, or able to do roundhouse kicks to the side of the head, but judo could be useful. Imagine that big bully's surprise when Eric did some sort of sidestep and sent him flying!

Eventually Eric would finish medical school, become a rich doctor, and they would live happily ever after - but Eric really hoped she would continue to "Domme" him. Maybe not for real, but ... role play? His would then be the perfect life, and he would do whatever it took to keep Princess happy.

Lost in these thoughts, Eric suddenly realized he had used every drop of Princess' Nair, having spread it all over his body from the neck to the ankles. It began to tingle, but not burn. That was a good sign. Now all he had to do was wait the required time, then clean it all off in the shower again. Meanwhile, what a sight his little cock made, sticking straight out in anticipation of what was to come next.

Finally, all dried off and his hair combed into place as well as his fingers could manage, and wearing nothing but the towel wrapped around his waist, he slowly and shyly entered his goddess' bedroom.

 

[angelique127]

Eric finally finished his shower and rathe timidly entered her bedroom with a towel around his waist. Princess was sitting on the bed patiently waiting for him, her legs crossed wearing a pair of seamed silk stocking and heels, along with a corset and a filmy sheer see thru nightie. She smiled seductively while running her manicured fingernails up and down her stocking encased thigh. Princess looked like a centerfold from playboy magazine...

" Don't be so shy darling...why don't you come over here and get on down your knees in front of me. "

Eric didn't need to be told twice, he was sitting at her feet in an instant, like a good little loyal puppy dog...

" Do you like what I'm wearing for you ? " she asked innocently.

He vigorously nodded yes...

" I love to dress up sexy for my man as long as my boyfriend shows his appreciation. There are certain things I expect in return such as I like him to brush my hair before bed after he prepares my bath and wash my back. You will have to learn to polish my nails and give manicures as well as pedicures. I like to be treated as a goddess and want a man who is totally devoted to my happiness. "

Eric nodded eagerly without hesitation.

" Okay then...why don't you slip into this pair of silky soft panties for me ? " Princess suggested twirling a pair of sheer girly panties around her finger. " I like a man who knows how to get in touch with his feminine side. Besides it will be our little secret. No one will know that you are wearing them underneath your clothes except me. " Princess promised...