The Emasculation Of Al Ch. 2
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"Note: This is the second and final chapter of The Emasculation of Al and his transformation from Al to Alexis."
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Al woke up the next morning, the taste of the salty cum lingering in his mouth. The five condoms full of cum he drank down the night before lay on his nightstand next to the bed. Picking one up, he held it to his nose, inhaling the fragrance of dried cum and latex.
Turning one inside out, he found a small wet residue left over from the previous night. Listening for a moment to see if he could hear his wife, he held the condom just under his mouth licking the remains of one man's cum.
Hearing footsteps, he put the condom down quickly on the nightstand. His wife, Cindy, walked in the door. Looking at him, then at the five empty condoms, she turned to him, speaking in soft tones.
"Alexis, I'm so happy to see you finished your little nightcap," she said. "It was good wasn't it?"
"It was okay," he told her, not willing at this point to admit defeat.
"Well, Alexis, dear little Alexis, one of them is turned inside out. Did you open it up to get more?" she laughed.
"Yeah."
"And Alexis, when did you do this?"
"This morning," Al had to admit to her.
Cindy smiled down at him, "Probably not as good as fresh hot cum is it my dear little Alexis?" she asked him.
Looking down with embarrassment, he told her no. Did he really mean it he wondered to himself, or was he just trying to appease her? Even if he found the whole thing repulsive, he couldn't tell her. He feared the wrath of his wife and what she may now be capable of doing to him.
"Well, Alexis, we'll get you some fresh cum soon," she told him. "There'll be more chances, but you can't embarrass me like you did yesterday, understand?"
"Cindy, I'm sorry about yesterday. It won't happen again."
All of a sudden her face looked sullen and her voiced became raspy telling him, "No, Alexis, it won't. If it does, we'll have no choice but to take you to see Ashley, have your baby balls removed and your clit cut down, maybe even removed."
Why did she keep bringing up Ashley he wondered. Panic engulfed his entire body. His legs and arms felt jittery. With a weak voice, he said, "It won't happen again, Cindy, I promise."
"Alexis, I believe you. I really do."
The weeks continued to pass by. The circle of female friends Cindy brought over continued to grow, but Ashley became a frequent visitor. Al cringed everytime she came over. He had no doubt Cindy sensed his discomfort everytime she came over.
For the amusement of the other women, Ashley would run him through his routine showing what a well-behaved doggie he was. The laughter of the other women would fill the living room as he went through his little doggie tricks, wearing his collar with the leash attached, and a pair of crotchless panties, exposing, according to the women, his "big doggie clit."
He would overhear Ashley and Cindy talking from time to time about other dogs at the clinic where Ashley worked. She would tell Cindy about the large male dogs, Great Danes in particular, and how she could bring one over to let Alexis suck the "big doggie dick" and let it "fuck her in the ass."
Everytime he heard this, Al's eyes would widen in fear. Cindy even suggested using the camcorder, that it would make a great movie. She could train the camera on Alexis and ask her if she'd like to suck a big doggie dick or take it in the ass and the record it for her friends.
Al found the idea repugnant, especially the part about taping it and showing it to others, but was terrified he might say the wrong thing to Cindy. He found from the past his best defense was to always agree with anything she said with a simple "yes" for fear of any retribution.
Al took on more and more household chores as time passed. Any remaining clothes he had from his days as Al had long been discarded. He always dressed as a woman, at home, and the times Cindy took him out shopping.
From all outward appearances, he seemed to feel more comfortable around the women that came over to visit although deep down he still dreaded when they were there. While they would engage in "girl talk" the episodes always ended with him prancing around showing off his newest panties and bras. The spankings increased and his ass continued to be ravaged by the strap-on dildo assaults by the women.
For Al, his only form of sexual release continued to be the gay films Cindy brought home from an adult bookstore. It wasn't anything new. He had had a steady diet of the films over the months. The only time he could relieve his hard cock was during the films. Of course, the one rule of the house remained in effect. Any time his "clit" emptied itself from his manual ministrations, he had clean up with his mouth any mess he made.
The films were starting to have an impact on him though. He was getting less and less turned on by women and more and more excited by men. He fought this battle in his mind. Deep in the recesses of his mind he found the idea offensive to his sensibilities, but there was no one to tell and certainly no one to argue with.
It was bad enough watching the films in front of his wife and having to tell her about the beautiful cocks and how good the hot cum shots would feel splattering all over his face. But, at least Cindy hadn't brought any more men over to the house.
It was a fairly warm day for winter when Cindy walked into the house with two black women. He had never met them before. He was introduced to Bev and her cousin, Fern. It was an odd name, especially for a young woman.
Cindy told him how Bev used to be married to a guy named Fred, but he had disappeared. To comfort her, her cousin had moved in with her. The story sounded all too familiar to Al.
Al studied the facial characteristics of Fern. Fern was pretty, but he wondered, was Fern really Fred? From his close examination, not only of her facial features, but her mannerisms, he really couldn't tell for sure, but finally concluded to himself Bev and Fern were indeed two black women.
Cindy shocked him by telling him to get out a couple of movies for Bev and Fern and show them how you jack-off your clit. "I think they'll be amused," she giggled.
Al was mortified, but dutifully did what his wife asked. Throwing a movie in the VCR, he watched intently as three men played with one another. One man fucking another in the ass, the one being fucked sucking off the other man.
"See how long and hard his clit gets, Bev," Cindy laughed.
"Yeah, I see what you mean-so does it really squirt?"
Cindy turned to Al, "Alexis, be a darling for Bev and show her how it squirts, just be sure to clean up any mess you make," she said. "Remember, we have company and we can't have any messes."
A feeling of anxiety raced through Al. This wouldn't be the first time he jacked-off in front of other women, but the first time he did it while watching a gay film. They could call it a "clit" all they wanted to, but it was a cock-his cock! He knew that and knew they knew it.
Bowing his head down, Al lifted his skirt to his waist and sat in front of the couch on the floor, the movie playing on the TV screen. Pulling his cock through the opening of the crotchless panties, his growing erection already evident, he started stroking his cock slowly. He could hear Cindy and Bev chuckle, but heard nothing from Fern.
As the precum glistened on the tip of his dick, he heard Bev ask Cindy, "Could we stop her for a minute, she looks ready to shoot and Fern just loves the taste of that stuff? She's really quite the accomplished cocksucker."
Al looked over at Fern. She was a beautiful black women. Fern licked her lips looking into Al's eyes. Old feelings of his manhood started to surface but what struck him most were Bev's words about Fern-"accomplished cocksucker." It was the first acknowledgment by anyone he had a cock, that he was a man.
It wasn't a feeling that lasted long when Bev told Fern to go over and suck "her clit." But, ignoring this last comment, for one brief moment Al had been reminded of who, and more importantly, what he was.
This little snafu by Bev seemed to go unnoticed by Cindy and now, she was going to let another woman suck his cock. Al wished it would be Cindy, but after all these months, any warm female mouth encircling his cock would be a welcome relief.
Fern bounded over taking Al's hard cock in her hand. Staring briefly into each other's eyes, Al could only think about how pretty she was as her head lowered to Al's stiff dick. He could hear Bev in background telling Cindy how well trained Fern was; how she would lick pussy and suck cock for her anytime she was asked.
It was all so clear now. Bev was a mistress and Fern was her submissive little female slave, but all thoughts disappeared from his mind as the mouth lowered over his cock.
The succulent lips of Fern felt so good on his cock. Her tongue licked gingerly around the head of his cock before she took him inside her mouth. The warmth of her mouth was almost more than he could bear as she continued to suck and slurp on his throbbing cock.
It wasn't long before Al erupted in Fern's mouth, his convulsing cock shooting out blast after blast of hot cum. Fern buried his dick in her mouth draining every last drop of his sticky cum from him. His once straining cock grew flaccid in her mouth. His head now lying back on the couch, his eyes half-closed, a feeling of ecstasy took over his body.
He heard Cindy tell him, "Alexis, don't you think you should return the favor, eat Fernie's little pussy. After all, I know you like men and want to suck their cocks, but sometimes it's okay to pleasure a woman."
For the first time in months, Al had a smile on his face. He was a man. His wife knew that, he could feel it. So what if he had to play a little game. So what if he was dressed like a woman, finally some sexual satisfaction with a woman the old-fashioned way. "Alexis," he heard Cindy, 'be a dear and fix your lipstick first, okay?"
Al scampered up the steps to his bathroom reapplying his lipstick.
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