10 comments/ 129556 views/ 38 favorites It?s Either Break Up Or Make Up By: felicia_rene PART 1 Synopsis: I always was put off by the unsuspecting stupid love sick, pussy whipped guy is transformed against his will because the will wants to run off and have an affair, I never understood why they don't just pack and leave. The underlying theme is transformation and sexual punishment of the main character with anti gay womanizing feeling for his heinous actions making him unworthy of the reader's sympathy in the beginning of the story. There is a point where he experiences fear for his very life. The sympathy of the reader is later regained when the main character is forced to come face to face with his real self. Disclaimer: WARNING! This story meant solely for adult audiences! It contains scenes of graphic sex and forcible rape by the protagonist as part of character development. If you are not an adult, or if you find this type of material offensive, please stop reading and open another file. You have been warned of the content. If you precede neither the author nor the site host will be held responsible! This story is purely fictional. All resemblance to actual persons is coincidental. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for reading any comment you have please send them through the link below. CHAPTER 1 THAT WAS THEN: The funny thing about life and fortune is that there comes a point where every foolish impulsive action seems to have dire complications. It is not as easy as you may think to choose the least painful of unpleasant options. It is something like picking a politician to vote for. My name is Ricky Cox, maybe you have heard of me and if I must say so I am a damn good looking narcissistic metrosexual brother if I do say so myself. I am 5' 7" tall 143 pounds, with an impressive 10 inches 3 inches thick black dick. I knew that when I wore my tight black knit tee shirt red tight fitted leather jacket and supple tight pants the outline of my dick could be easily seen. When I flash my smile it is not hard for me to get into any woman's panties and add another conquest to my total of women I have had sex with. I am something of a sex addict and I love it. I was named as one of the sexiest black men alive which pumped up my already inflated ego even more. I knew today for example that I looked sexy as heck in my black leather jacket, red shirt and blue jeans. My arms, my chest, high cheekbones, and smooth chocolate skin were pulled together. Damn, I mean it I looked sexy! Both women and men were checking me out, spending a fortune on pinup posters which to my surprised paid rather well. My abs and my butt were tight and right after careful exercise. I won over American and world audiences with my looks strong stage presence, commanding voice and well crafted public personality." I looked sexy, daring and dangerous causing women and men alike to lick their lips as they checked me out and made me their masculine erotic fantasy. The disturbing thing was the fact that even some guys were making me their fantasy symbol and that disgusted me because I despised faggots. In fact I put my foot in my mouth on a few occasions talking about how pillow biters were a disgrace and if I had my way they would all be eliminated. Naturally the press picked up on this and I was labeled homophobic and to resurrect my image I hired an openly gay driver. The suggestion can from my girlfriend Tyra, a model who I had to reluctantly admit had a good head on her shoulders that was good for more than giving head. She knew how to wrap the media around her finger like she wrapped her lips around my dick so when she vouched for me and told the press it was a misunderstanding that I was deeply sorry about they bought it. I was voted as one of the most attractive black men with looks that were nearly perfect. I am a multi-talented singer, dancer; I had started to prove that I had what it takes to become 'The' mega performer for a broad range of audiences worldwide. My latest CD "Midnight Interludes" went Platinum in one day. I wonder what they would say if they knew about my temper. In my unpublished past I had starred for nearly three years as the lead front man and singer in the "Chippendales" show in Las Vegas. It was there that I caught the attention of Jordan my agent who signed me to an exclusive 10 year management contract. I signed the lengthy contract because he got me out of trouble when I beat up one of the male dancers who I thought was hitting on me. My strong stage presence, commanding voice and outgoing personality captivated all who saw or heard me perform. I have also worked with artists like Patti, Alicia, Aretha and Whitney It is obvious that I was quickly becoming one of the most sought after entertainers of my generation. I was lucky enough to date Tyra, who was a model and simply beautiful. She was tall and luscious standing 5' 8" and when she wore heel stiletto heels her nylon clad legs ran on and up forever toward the paradise between her legs. She was in fantastic shape from her daily morning work outs a breath taking shapely 36, 24. 34 figure, long frosted hair, long painted fingernails. Now I was in a desperate attempt to now salvage my promising singing career as a male heartthrob I had to squelch the incident. It was bad timing on my part my career was taking off I was being touted as the next Luther Vandross. It was going so good that women were tossing their panties on the stage as I undulated and sang sensual romantic ballads under the bright spot light in the pitch black theater. It wasn't quite Luther's, a house is not a home but I had learned to tease the audience by strolling pass the microphone in the spot light perched on its glistening chrome plated stand in the otherwise pitch black theater and sang one note that got the audiences up and cheering anticipation of what was about to come. They were like children on Christmas Eve. Enough about me for now let me tell you how my life changed. I saw this long legged sista hanging around by the stage door when I stepped out for some fresh air getting ready for my show. She saw me and I got aroused and decided on getting a quick blow job before the show like I had done many times. The way she was acting I should have suspected that she was already high on something but when I got her back to my limo I slipped an illegal sexual intensification drug in her drink that I kept in the limo for just such an occasions. As she sucked her other hand slipped down to my ass and playfully pulled my cheeks apart freeing the pressure on my balls. She started stroking my cock and gently fucking my ass. She asked "are you going to show me how much you love a good blow job, by giving me a pint of cum?" Her finger left my balls to press against the star of my anus, my eyes flare wide, and as I was about to push her away she moved back to my dick and I relaxed. I can't deny that it's a wicked pleasure, feeling her finger message the bud of my asshole like that and move away, but I'm still scared the first time that she did it. As she sucked the pressure of her finger slowly increases until her fingertip poked through the ring of muscles of my ass and quickly past the second ring until she was embedded within my rectum. There I was with her mouth buried on my dick seconds away from cuming and her finger buried up my ass and my body shuddering like it has never done before building to an orgasm that I would remember for the rest of my life. "Oh yes", I said, "I'm about to cum already, and you better hurry before it's too late." She started to stroke my dick faster. I started thrashing about as I came closer to cumming. I threw my head back on the pillow and started to yell "I'm cumming. I'm cumming." She saw my balls tighten; she felt my ass clinch around her finger and my dick swell. She pulled her finger out of my ass and I shot rope after rope of thick juicy cum out of my dick. Her hand played with my balls just rough enough as she buried her nose all the way into my pubic hair. Her talented throat was swallowing repeatedly, squeezing my shaft, as she buried it deep in her soft hot mouth. Her saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth, and ran running in little rivers around my swollen balls before running down into my ass crack. I felt my muscles clench and I knew I was going to cum. She started fucking my cock with her mouth letting her finger rubbed my asshole. "Oh I'm cumming," in one deep swallow she took my whole dick in her throat again and suddenly she slipped two fingers up my ass." As she said that she rammed her finger in my ass and I let out a loud scream. "This caused me to shoot spurt after spurt and she swallowed every drop. Never pausing, she started sucking the head of my cock gently rubbing the spent shaft keeping it hard, still looking at me. She let the head of my dick pop out of her mouth leaving her lips glistening with my cum. She gave me a fantastic blow job wrapping her ruby red cock sucker lips around my dick and sucking on it before I climax like a kid trying to get those last slurps of milkshake. As she tried to drain every drop of cum out of my dick I pulled my dick out of her mouth my orgasm now on auto pilot and sprayed loads of thick streams of semen all over her face ruining her makeup. I shudder, my eyes having lost focus once more as I concentrated on the feelings. I didn't notice that my breathing was hard and labored the shudders of delight riding through my body, seeming to pinpoint at my dick. Her finger began to saw back and forth within me, eased by the copious amount of juices my ass had created. As my body relaxed to the ministrations of her fingers, she slipped them out of my ass. She smiled at my embarrassment and told me. "I know your gonna tare my ass up with this big dick after your show I have a surprise for you." "No Ahhhh ...Ahhhh baby doll, I can't see you tonight how about tomorrow." "My name is Vickie." "Yeah Vickie, is tomorrow okay?" "That is okay" she said. "Good give your address and number to my driver; I have to run it is almost show time." I tapped on the divider window and the driver lowered the window. "Get Vickie's number and address for me then come on in and watch the show. There are a whole lot of fine honeys out there tonight wearing next to nothing" I zipped my pants and rushed out of the limo it was time for me to go on stage. Apparently after she gave James her number and address she blacked out and fell on the floor in the back seat out of my driver's sight. When he put the pen in the glove compartment after first dropping it on the floor and looked back the back seat appeared empty so he thought she had got out to go in and see the show just as he was. But when my driver James escorted my girlfriend back to the car and opened the door for her, she was greeted by the sight of a sleeping woman on the floor of my limo with her mini skirt hiked up immodestly over her hips exposing her red flowered skimpy panties and to Tyra's surprise the head of the woman's dick sticking down between the elastic of his panties. She gasped and thankfully in a low voice, "Who is this fucking half naked 'transvestite' in the back of your car?" As I looked over her shoulder into the back seat I was at a lost for words, I had no idea how I was going to explain this but I knew I had to get out of here quickly. She had accused me of cheating many times but she never had any real evidence, worst yet it was a man who had given me a blow job I panicked and just pushed Tyra in the car got in and slammed the door shut before the crowd could build trying to get autographs photos and a look in the car. "Get this fucking car out of here right now, drive you stupid faggot drive!" I yelled. Tyra asked, "What the fuck is going on here? Have you been having sex with a man in a dress?" "No baby it is not how it seems," I said. "They why is he sleeping on the floor in the back of your car?" she asked. "Uhhh," was all I could respond. "Did you have sex with him?" she screamed. "No I didn't have sex with him, driver you were here tell her, go on tell her that I didn't have sex with the transvestite, you were in the front of the car," I pleaded sure he would cover for me sure he wanted to keep his job. James responded, "Miss he is telling the truth he just brought her to the car so she could give him a blow job. He was going to have sex with her later but you surprised him by flying in for his show and showing up at his concert. I got her number and address on this pad up here in the glove compartment so I could send her flowers and a cheap peace of jewelry when he dumped her. I didn't even realize that he had picked up a guy, these days you never really know who is on the downlow." "You liar your trying to tell me that you didn't have sex with her? You mean that you just didn't have sex yet, who do you think you are Bill Clinton? We are over!" Tyra screamed. "No baby I didn't realize it was a guy you can't leave me, I am your man." "You my man I don't think so? Huh wait till I tell everybody that you cheated on me with a transvestite," she screamed. "No, no you can't do that! You will ruin me, I am 100% man, your man and you know it when you are on the end of my dick moaning Oh baby yes!" I said. "I don't know you anymore! How many dicks have you been on yelling Oh baby yes! Just don't talk to me," Tyra said. "Okay just don't do anything foolish," I said. "You're telling me not to do anything foolish; I wasn't the one getting a blow job from a man. I am going home! James, I am not going to Ricky's house take me directly home now!" "Okay Hon" James replied. "How dare you call Tyra Hon? "I am sorry it just slipped out," said James. Seizing on the opportunity to change the subject "How did it just slip out?" "Easy she was my ex-fiancée," he responded leaving me momentarily speechless. "Ex-fiancée... Ex-fiancée? Tyra and you were going to get married?" I repeated. "Yes we were lovers in high school and college until I realized that I was more interested in men so we parted as friends. Then I thought to myself, "They have a history I am screwed." All I could do was sit back and try and plan what I was going to say to get out of this mess. If I said anything now I knew it would be a mistake. All I wanted to do was beat James's ass for telling Tyra about my blow job. I knew that when this was all over and things were calm I was going to pay someone to beat his ass. I knew I couldn't do it my self James was 6 foot three and 230 pounds and all muscle. I was going to have it done when I was out of town so I could deny it. James, my driver and to my surprise Tyra's ex-fiancée pulled up and her house and she reached for the door to get out. "Let me get the door for you please baby we need to talk," I asked. I hurried out of the car hoping to open the door and allow me to watch her to swing her long shimmering stocking covered legs out of the car carefully placing her 4 inch heel pumps on the flagstone of the drive way. Her skirt rose up exposing her garters and stocking tops for a brief moment. Before I escorted Tyra to her door I ordered my disloyal driver to take the still sleeping transvestite in the back seat and drop her off at her place then come back and pick me up. I reached out my hand trying to take Tyra's but she just looked and me with distain and spurned it as she searched through her purse for her key. She walked ahead and I admired the shape of her shapely round ass as she wiggle walked on her 4 inch heels and short tight skirt. We entered Tyra's house and after I closed the door I turned around to see that she was headed to the living room. "Baby we need to talk," I said. "I really don't think we have anything to talk about, why don't we just go our separate ways because you are not the man I thought you were." "What do you mean go our separate ways?" I asked. "Exactly what I said we don't need to make an issue out of this, it was bad enough you cheated on me before with all those bitches and now I find out now fucking with transvestites, another Teddy Pendergrass." Then she strode over to the bar and took a glass and with some tongs she filled it with ice from the mini bar fridge, added a wedge of lemon, Pepsi and Bacardi Select. She reached over for a stirrer and mixed her drink before taking a healthy unladylike gulp. "No baby it is not that way," I said. "I was there it is that way so why don't you just get out of my house and leave me the fuck alone." Come on Tyra, let's get over this, and just imagine that one day our wedding will be certainly in one of the most romantic settings for any weddings. How do you envision our wedding? I imagine a beach wedding with old stone cut walls that will witness us "whispering the words "I Do" in this beautiful setting. It was perfect peaceful and romantic atmosphere for our day with you in your beautiful white gown looking ravishing and me in my tuxedo looking fabulous. We can recite our own wedding vows on the beach while the sun melts into the blue waters behind us? And a gentle sea breezes drift through the air blowing your veil. We are going to do it right none of the hassle well will get there several days early and get settled so we can enjoy ourselves to the fullest. A place of plain serenity, beauty and impeccable surrounding nature, it is already a divine stage of its own. Because of the natural beauty, there will minimal work that needs to be done in decorating. We can have our assistants arrange for a day of pampering at European-style spa for the bridal party. Astounding views of the ocean greeting us from every angle along the coastline, making romantic walks along the beach hand in hand. Imagine the sun beating down through cloudless blue skies, warm crystal clear waters gently lapping a fine sandy beach for as far as the eye can see long stretches of white sandy beaches, crystal clear turquoise waters protected by the coral reef. I think a beach wedding would be a wonderful and because it will be intimate and private moment of a wedding with our trusted and closest friends and relatives. A sunrise or sunset atmosphere will definitely provide a picture perfect and spectacular background for our wedding rituals. The beautiful setting would certainly produce snapshots that are worth more than a thousand words. "I see you have this all planned out," she said. "Yes I have been thinking about it all my life." "Interesting I must admit that sounds beautiful you could be a wedding coordinator," she said. "No never only women and fags are wedding coordinators," I scoffed. "Interesting," was all she said. "I don't know I don't know why you don't just go home I want to be alone and digest what I just learned. "Come on baby don't be this way, you know I can make you feel better lets go to bed, my dick is hard and all for you." "Why would I waste my time going to bed with you? Maybe we can find you another guy or better yet a transvestite to rock your world. After all we both know that Mr. macho Ricky Cox is secretly a sissy." "Stop saying that shit," I yelled. "What's wrong Mr. Macho is your slip showing?" she snickered. Something snapped and I lost my temper and rushed over to her and slapped her on the hand knocking her drink all over her and on to the hard wood floor. Enraged I grabbed her slender shoulders and shook pulling her up and pushing her forward followed immediately by pulling her tarring her blouse. I grabbed frantically at her dainty flowered front closing bra but I only managed to break the strap over her left shoulder which infuriated me and I flung it to the floor. It?s Either Break Up Or Make Up I grabbed the rest of her blouse exposing her lacy bra straining to support her ample breasts sending her stumbling back in her heels across the floor naked from the waist up. I moved quickly around the sofa and I held Tyra from behind with an arm around her waist and ripped her mini skirt from the waistband about half way down. About this time it finally sank into Tyra that she was about to be raped as my hand close about her wrist and she let out a cry of pain. "Ricky you can't do this to me, no please don't rape me!" she pleaded. "It is time that you learned who is the master in this relationship and who the submissive bitch is!" I said. "No, no, no you can't, you don't even have a condom on I could get pregnant!" she insisted. I laughed and held her arms together in my tight grasp once I had completely ripped her clothes off her trembling body. I had tossed the rest of her shredded clothing to the floor ignoring Tyra's panicked cries. Once she was fully naked I yanked Tyra closer to me and grabbed her by the right shoulder and left thigh. My finger tips dug into her soft flesh she cried again and renewed her futile struggles to escape. Her nubile ebony body shook as she felt my hot breath blowing across her body and Tyra whimpered in terror listening to my animal-like growls and eager grunts as I manipulated her body. Feeling in control again my nostrils flared as I took Tyra in my arms, and inhaled the scent of perfume and fear coming from her. Despite all she did I easily positioned her above my throbbing dick. I was getting more and more excited as the moment of making her my bitch. I began panting faster in anticipation as I slowly lowered her hot pussy towards its stiff fate. Tyra squirmed and gasped before letting out a low moan of despair as the fat head of my dick nudged up against the soft mass of curls between her thighs. With a low chuckle I began applying a steady pressure. For a few moments nothing happened but inevitably her labia parted and began to stretch around the thick head. My dick mercilessly disappeared into her pussy and she threw her head back and forth in rejection and shame. I growled as I slowly buried my dick between her ebony thighs, savoring the moment when my swollen balls banged against her ass. My big black dick stretched her pussy as it had so many times, the juice, slowly ran down over her thighs and dripped onto the floor. The small amount of lubrication kept my throbbing dick from ripping her pussy to shreds. I knew she still burned with agony as my big dick invaded and conquered her body and I didn't care on damn bit. Each time I drove myself deep within her pussy she let out an anguished moan and squirmed in a vain attempt to break away from my unyielding grip. While in my grasp she struggled and screamed I chuckled. I knew that as my dick bored into her she would begin to experience a growing pleasure and lust. I was thrusting more and more enthusiastically into her, battering her tight pussy with hard sharp thrusts while my mounting pleasure egged me on. I felt the feeling of dominating my woman, asserting my control over her mind and body. There was the fueling my lust and I knew she could feel the gobs of pre-cum oozing out of my dick each time I penetrated her. Slowly I felt the first hints of her involuntary arousal as Tyra's moans became soft and more rhythmic as her body began to respond to my assault. I rewarded her by ramming harder giving her all I had as the movement of her hips slowly began to reciprocate my rhythm. I watched her swollen face in the darkness, savoring the twisted mixture of pain, and pleasure and terror on her face as with hatred and revenge brewing within her mind. When I finished I left Tyra curled in the fetal position in the corner cursing at me. I began to realize I had gone too far. "Tyra I am sorry accept my apology I will make this up to you I promise." I got dressed and slipped out to wait outside for James ashamed and fearful of what I had just done to my girl. I rushed into the limo and told him to get me home fast. When he pulled up in the driveway I took the car keys locked the doors and I fired James on the spot. I went in and closed the door leaving him standing in my drive way in the middle of the night, making plans to have him beaten up in the upcoming weeks. My agent Jordan called me frantically the next morning after speaking to Tyra to tell me that "I had better make some kind of deal no matter how much I had to beg and swallow my pride, with my girlfriend or my ass was going to jail for a long time. I needed to keep the word of my assault on her from making the papers." Jordan told me that I was in danger of losing three multimillion dollar endorsements. The companies had no desire to have an abuser as the face of their product. I had upset the gay community when I took a stance against gay marriage calling it an abomination. I often made jokes about any male couple that I spotted in the audience of my show I was good at spotting them. To make the situation worst the record company had put a morals clause in my latest contract after some of my exploits as a womanizer. I didn't think much of it because the money was fantastic but if this came out I was screwed. My royalties would be frozen and I would be barred from performing until my contract expired ten years from now. I would be in limbo not even able to perform in concerts singing my songs or even using my name it was trade marked by the record company for twenty five million, with no source of making the type of living I was use to. I had to face it my only one last hope was to convince Tyra not to go public and show the effects of my attack on her. If it came out I don't even think my mother would talk to me. Tyra was a beautiful strong willed woman who didn't take kindly to me putting my hands on her. I knew she had a temper she as also very shrewd and I knew she would drive a hard bargain. I begged her for a chance to apologize and make it up to her not to destroy my career. I knew it was going to cost me a pretty penny but it was far better to beg her forgiveness than to be poor and out of work. I had got use to having money and wasn't enamored with the prospect of being poor again. I hired a new driver this morning I told him to stop by Tiffany's where I spent a fortune on a diamond necklace and matching earrings as part of my peace offering. The first part of my attempted apology was to send two dozen long stemmed red roses her favorites. But by her coldness I knew it was going to take more, much more which was starting to scare me. I got out of the car and walked up to ring the door bell. It took for ever for her to come to the door. I wasn't use to waiting and if the circumstances were different I would have gotten back into the limo and left. When Tyra slowly opened the door with a scowl of swathing rage to let me in I could see the bruises and the black eye I given her really looked bad. I had lost control of myself and when you add the rape I was out of luck if I didn't make a deal on her terms. CHAPTER 2 DEAL OR NO DEAL: "Oh baby, I am so sorry can you please forgive me, I wasn't in control of myself," I offered as an excuse. "You must think that I am one of those week willed tramps that you have been cheating on me with. How dare you put your hands on me! You think that you could just say you were not in control of what you did and get me to forgive you?" "But Tyra it is the truth I just lost control and I didn't know what I was doing, I might have to see a doctor about it, "usurping her words for my defense. Is this how you treated your women in the past? Well let me tell you that you are damn wrong and you made the biggest mistake of your life when you laid your fucking hands on me." "Baby I know I was wrong and I am willing to do anything to show you I have learned from my mistake. "You must think I am a damn fool I know that I got you by the balls and if I press charges not only is your career over but you will be facing some jail time. With your good looks and slight frame I suggest you don't drop the soap because you are going to be somebody's bitch real fast. My ex-fiancée tells me that only child molesters are treated worst than women beaters in jail. I am sure if I tell my story and lay it on for sympathy word will get back to the prisoners with life sentences James assures me he can make sure of that. Enough guards will be happy to turn their backs while your prison husband pimps your ass for a few cigarettes every night." "Lucky for you after some persuading by James he convinced me of the advantages of not having you put in jail and ruining your career. But mister is it is going to cost you a whole lot more to get out of this than some damn roses and some expensive jewelry, but we can say the Jewelry is at least a start." "The good news for you is that I have come up with a plan to derail the rumors about your attack on me is for us to be seen as a couple deeply in love. We will be denouncing the rumors as absurd. We will counter them with the news that I have moved in with you and that we might be setting a wedding date in the upcoming year." "My ex-fiancée will be moving into my old house so it won't go to waste. When I move in with you it will mark the end of your quest to bed every tramp in the streets and groupie that is waiting back stage at your concerts." "For added leverage you will have the deed to your mansion put in my name and you will transfer the bulk of your money into a bank account that I will control. Then I will set aside an allowance that I will give you to live on." "Allowance," but it's my money? "No it is my money now, if you don't want to go along with my plan that's okay with me I will announce to the press that you did indeed hit me and let the shit hit the fan. After that I will simply take you to civil court and take the money and house anyway. I will tell them how you slapped me in the face repeatedly just before I produce the pictures that will prove it. I will then show them the bruises on my back from when you ripped off my clothes and slammed me into the curio. I will make a point of telling them in great detail and lots of tears of how after ripping off my skirt you threw me down on the sofa and raped me. My doctor took photos and is prepared to testify to that fact that you beat me severely and this is not the first time which will put you in jail a mighty long time." "All right, All right, please don't do that," I said quickly admitting defeat. "Good now if you cooperate, I will tell the press I was attacked by a stranger while out jogging and I was lucky that you came a long when you did to prevent me from being raped and possibly killed making you a hero. As I said my doctor is prepared to go along with the story for a substantial fee which will come from your allowance account." "It is your choice I have had my lawyer draw up papers to transfer the house and your money which you will need to sign. You will also find an agreement giving me power of attorney and making me your guardian so I can adequately punished you for the shit that you did to me. "Why do you need to be my guardian," I challenged her. "It protects me in case you try and back out of our agreement and avoid punishment. I am going to get my revenge by taking you down a few pegs to make up for all the embarrassment you have caused me over the time we have been together. Your punishment for non compliance will be that you leave 'my' house with nothing at all and I'll get 75% of any of your earning for the next 10 years." "Oh yes and since you fired my ex-fiancée as your driver for telling me the truth you are going to hire him as your personal assistant and you will pay him $200,000 a year plus expenses out of your allowance. Expenses include five star hotel accommodations, first class plane tickets, and a limo when on the road and a wardrobe allowance. Pay for any staff that he decides he needs. He will travel with you and be my eyes to make sure that you taking your attitude management pills so that you can learn to control yourself." "Attitude pills I don't want to take any pills," I said. "Why you said you lost control and couldn't control your actions not me if you don't do it then just leave my terms are not negotiable!" she said firmly. "Now be quiet and don't interrupt me when I am speaking any more or you will regret it." "All right you win," I conceded she had all the cards. "I don't want you coming back here and hitting me again, you might kill me. The therapist I found for your treatment is a specialist in control disorders in the repressed latent tendencies in alpha males that lead to violence. She has developed the perfect combination of drugs to assure my safety and help you become a better person." What she neglected to tell me was that the pills would be laced with a psycho-therapeutic conditioner to allow for my mind to be manipulated. My girlfriend's brother saw to it that I was listening and watching and subliminal DVD provided by Dr. Judy Collins to make mw willingly accept Tyra's orders. Ricky with guardianship I don't need your consent to use hypnotherapy to treat your disorder. As I said Dr. Collins who has a lot of experience in treating aggressively abusive men like you who are trying to hide something. I need to know that I will be safe and that you will never hit me again. I am not about to take your word for that. I will feel safer when you have made progress and Dr. Collins tells me that you have to bypass the roadblocks your alpha male macho mind throws up which caused you to hit me. At the same time, your subconscious mind contains a wealth of information your conscious mind is not even aware of or is making an effort to repress." My whole body tensed up this was, in my mind, the ultimate act of surrender. I was being told that I had to lay bare my deeply personal, unguarded, secrets in an uncontrollable way. I smirked, "she really believed this physiological horse shit. This was going to be even easier that I figured all I had to do was to put on an act and let the doctor believe I was deeply sorry and committed to making sure it never happen again. Once I did that I was home free. "For my amusement you are going to have your name legally changed from Richard Cox known to the public as 'Ricky Cox' to 'rickie 's' Cocks' the 'r' in lower case with the feminine "ie" at the end to show me your status as a submissive. By the way the 's' stands for sucks," she said breaking out laughing. When I call you rickie in public only you and I will know I am calling you a cock sucking sissy. "What kind of stupidity is that?" I asked. "I find it amusing that my macho boyfriend will have to answer to me calling him a cocksucker. The man who teased my ex-fiancée about being gay now has to his new feminine sissy name rickie" "What ever floats's your boat we both know I ain't no sissy, and I am never going to suck a cock like you faggot ex-fiancée. If you have any questions just check your well fucked pussy, I have stretched you out over the years," I said smugly. "You have no idea how far off you are. But I guess then you don't have anything to lose lil rickie Cox," she said. "You do know that when this is over I am going to change my name back." "I know you can unless you decide to keep it," she giggled. "I want you to take your time, consult your lawyer have him signed that he reviewed this contract with you and advised you of what you were committing too. Bring it back with the signed contract before 12:00 Noon in three days, because I will be having a press conference to make a statement at 1:00 PM one way or another." I hesitantly picked up the vanilla envelope with the contract and the agreement and headed out of Tyra's house sullen and dejected. The sun light seemed harsher that usual so I quickly slipped on my shades and walked towards the long black shiny limo. My new driver was dressed in full uniform and opened the door for me so I could enter. As my driver drove me back to my home I sat in the back of my limo engulfed by the soft supple black leather going over my limited options. There had to be some way out of this mess I thought as I reached over to the bar in the back of my limo and filled a tall glass with ice I poured myself an extra strong drink. After gulping it down I leaned back and rolled the cold moist icy glass over my forehead. CHAPTER 3 THE THERAPIST: It was only three day's ago that Tyra summoned me over to her house today to offer me the deal that I accepted just weeks before I would be leaving town on my seven month concert tour. Before leaving she had me agree to see a therapist that she picked out as one of the conditions of our deal. To avoid any more arguments I just agreed to what ever Tyra wanted in hopes of salvaging my career and keep some semblance of propriety, I was going to secretly meet with the 'therapist' she selected and flew in town. She and her assistant were going to stay in a sea side mansion that Tyra had rented a few miles outside of town with my money. This is where I was going to have to under go the private cessions Tyra demanded away from any outsider's scrutiny. Tyra had picked her out after some extensive research and told me that her ex-fiancée, James would take me over to her house for an intensive therapy which was costing me an outrageous $250,000.00 I was not in a position to refuse to pay so I packed my bags and placed it in the trunk and got in the front passenger seat of James's new Mercedes. It was about an hours drive, James and I said little to each other. I had not seen him since I took the keys for my limo from him 3 nights ago when I fired him in the middle of the night slamming my door in his face. I got out and took my bags out of the trunk before James drove away. With my bags in hand I walked up to the door and rang the bell. I waited inhaling the ocean breeze and enjoying the sunshine on my face. I then heard the unmistakable click, click of high heels on the tile floor, and the woman of my erotic fantasies came opened the door. A woman introduced herself as Joyce, Dr. Collins maid and personal assistant. She was tall dressed in a black French maid's uniform black 5 inch heels, seemed fishnet stockings that I could see were held up by garter straps, exposed by her obscenely short skirt, when she walked. The outfit had a time trying to hold in her mammoth breasts which were overflowing the cups of her bra. Her makeup was enticing something you would see at a club not a doctor's waiting room. Her skirt now stood out nearly horizontally below her tiny waist, held up by yards of short ruffled petticoats. I got hard instantly watching this fine piece of fluff. Dr. Collin's pretty, vivacious French maid and assistant what a strange combination of jobs I thought, maid and personal assistant Then her ample over flowing breasts distracted me and a deep cleavage that would make a stripper jealous. Joyce was an eyeful in that out fit and my dick throbbed and there was no way to hide it in my tight tailored jeans. I knew that she had flown into town with Dr. Collin's in first class but had no idea what a beautiful woman she was and I had been stunned when she answered the door in her black satin maid's uniform, lacy white cap and apron maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. Despite her sexy attire she was matter of fact and all business as she minced gracefully in her black stilettos and black seemed stockings as she dutifully led me to the waiting area next to the den that was being used as Dr. Collin's office. Joyce's desk was sparse aside from the lap top computer a banker's lamp and the beautiful ornate hand carved wooded box that was sitting on the edge of her desk. Dr. Collin's assistant took my check for the down payment for my therapy that officially entered me into Dr. Linda Collin's care. She assured me that I would be invoiced. It?s Either Break Up Or Make Up Monthly? This was gonna be a long-term commitment to see the therapist that Tyra wanted me to see? "Yes, I had agreed to pay the bill for these foolish sessions but she had plans for more sessions were too much." "But monthly" I would have to talk to Tyra about this foolishness it was just a waste of my money. Our first few sessions went as I imagined she asked all sorts of foolish uncomfortable touchie feelie questions and I answered as cleverly I could while sipping tea that she said would help me relax. She probed my life, from early childhood recollections on then testing me on word associations. She presented me with hypothetical situations and I had to fill in the details as I saw myself in them. One of my favorite tests was when she showed me pictures of sexy women in short low cut tight provocative outfits and had me rate them. A few of the photos looked like Joyce her sexy personal assistant. I found it strange that she never seemed to answer my questions directly. Dr Collin seemed only to answer a question with a question, leaving me frustrated, and more than a little ticked off with our one-way conversation. But I knew I was stuck if I didn't cooperate so the good doctor would say I had made progress Tyra was going to leave me. I revealed to her things about my past I hadn't thought worth mentioning before. She called the Doctor frequently to check up on my progress talking for hours. One morning when I came down for my session Joyce was sitting at her desk typing in the computer not aware of my ogling of her large breasts and shimmery stocking clad legs. Her desk was open in front leaving her body on full display. This was aided by the big floor to ceiling mirror in back of her desk. When she looked up and saw me undressing her with my eyes she tugged down the hem of her short dress. The mirrored floor to ceiling wall made it impossible for Joyce to avoid my leers no matter what she did. It also gave me a nearly perfect view of her no matter where I sat down! This moment made these foolish sessions not all that bad; I got my serving of eye candy every day. It was quite embarrassing for her knowing that her every move could be watched, either directly or indirectly making her exposed to my stares or leers if I played my cards right I might salvage this trip by getting some pussy or at the very least a blow job. The way she was dressed I was sure she would put out if approached right. Her short skirts or mini dresses ensured that she sat quite femininely, her legs held closely together unsuccessfully preventing me from seeing her yellow ruffled panties. What I didn't know was that she had a psychological implant of ultra modesty when she was ogled and followed by extreme humiliation and arousal. As it was she still often found herself showing the tops of her stockings and garters. Of course with her wearing extremely short mini skirts or mini dresses made her task of concealing her feminine lingerie quite difficult to my delight. The mini dresses she wore were the best because if she tried to tug the hem of her dress lower she would pull down the bodice exposing more of her voluptuous breasts and her their sheer lacy bras. It was a no lose situation for my lecherous eyes that she had no control over. Today her six-inch, stiletto spike heels definitely made her look like an easy tart, making her take tiny mincing steps as she switched. The pumps, she wore induced a very suggestive and provocative sway to her broad hips which I loved watching as I waited for Dr. Collins. Those symbols of ultra femininity made her switch and wiggle in ways that a player like me found very pleasing. If I pursued her there was a chance that she wouldn't even waste her time trying try to get away in those 'fuck me pumps'. This meant she was doomed to could merely mince slowly and daintily knowing that she was my helpless prey. I started to come early for my sessions so I could catch an eyeful of Joyce each morning as I planned how I was gonna make my move. When she moved around she wiggled and undulated like an oversexed tramp that she obviously was. My dick throbbed and twitched. My plan was to chase after her in her metal tipped heels when the Doctor had gone. She had to be easy just look at the way she was dressed at the very least I was sure I was gonna get a blow job. Those heels at their height standing had to be difficult, walking a challenge and running a near impossibility. I envisioned that as she ran her short quick mincing steps would cause her breast would bounce around straining her flimsy top with every step. One of the chocolate mounds bounced out of her corset cups of her shelf cup bearing her ebony breast and its stiff perky nipples. This thought emboldened me and one morning when the Doctor called to say that she was going to be delayed I started running my basic lines on Joyce. To my surprise all she did was smile and say the Dr. Collins wouldn't approve as she got up and moved away. "Looks like you got a problem down there, your dick looks harder than usual" said Joyce unashamedly glancing down at my crotch to see the clearly visible outline in my pants. "It is because you are so hot, you must know that," I said. "Oh it is my fault Ricky maybe I can help you solve that big problem you have growing in your pants," she said. "Oh really" I said caught off guard. To my surprise she got up slowly and sauntered over to me and kneeled down before me smiling as she grasped my dick. "OK big man as long as you don't tell Dr. Collins," Joyce said cheerfully. "Ricky," she whispered in a husky voice that got me hot and bothered?" "Suck it baby suck it," I urged reaching out my hand to touch Joyce's damp cleavage. She let out a lustful gasp. Slowly, my hands made small circles around Joyce's hard nipples tugging and folding between my thumb and forefinger. "Ricky, I am one of your biggest fans, perhaps you could do a little favor for me?" "Anything," I murmured, my attention firmly fixed on her breasts. Joyce's hand switched from caressing my arm to my leg. Now she had me right where she wanted me! Further up my leg her fingers wandered, until at last her hand was gently caressing my bulging crotch. "What about Dr. Collins?" "I can keep a secret can you? She won't be back for a while," Said Joyce. She reached down and began to unbuckle my belt tugged down my zipper, she saying, "I prefer to think of it as you helping out your biggest fan. She pulled my jeans and pink bikini briefs all the way down with a few tugs. She had obviously done this before I could tell Joyce had a wanton look on her face. Joyce The tip of her tongue poked out between her pearly white teeth. She thrust her hand and grabbed my dick with her long fingers. She gently drew my throbbing erection out of my underwear. Joyce's earlier attentions had already made me excited, and the tip of my dick was glistening with pre cum. "You like me don't you Rickie?" she asked. "Yeah sure, sure," I said, "Anything my biggest fan wants, you got it!" Joyce smiled, great! She licked her lips, and again bent her head down toward my dicks glistening uncircumcised head. Joyce let out an appreciative gasp as if she had found gold. "Can I suck your dick so I have part of you in me, please I need your cum?" "That's all you want is my cum?" I asked. "Yes I would love your cum!" Joyce replied wrapping her hand around the shaft. Her eyes shone with desire, as my dick began to throb. Under her tender handling, pre cum was oozing from my dick's head as the slut before me offered her self to me. "You want to put my dick into that pretty little red mouth of yours?" I asked. Joyce grinned. "Yes that is what I want more than any thing in the world!" Joyce leaned forward and slipped her red lips over the hot meat. My dick had swollen to its full 10 inches, and was now slick with my own pre cum and Joyce's saliva. She went to work, rapidly sliding her mouth up and down the length of my dick. Her beautiful eyes looked up to my own to tell me that she was determined to give me the full benefit of her skills in order to drain my balls dry. I groaned in pleasure, reaching forward and running my hands through Joyce's silky hair. I adjusted my self on the couch spreading my legs, preparing myself for the best blow-job of my life. Joyce picked up the pace her hands were around my waist now, caressing my smooth, dark skin. I could feel my sperm pulsing as it rose from my balls up though the shaft as my dick approached eruption. I gasped, but words failed me. Her red lips engulfed my dick, and all I was conscious of now was that this big breasted beauty was sucking away on my dick. Joyce was highly proficient in pleasuring men with her mouth and very capable of giving great head. In a situation like this, when she was giving her all to get what she needed the slutty beauty gave the best blowjob I have ever had. I was in seventh heaven, and it was hardly surprising, with Dr. Collin's sexy secretary sucking my dick. Joyce reluctantly withdrew my dick from her hot talented mouth, and went back to pumping my dick with her hand. I closed my eyes and was carried away on a sea of pleasure as Joyce noisily slurped away on my dick. Up and down her head bobbed saliva and semen mixing thoroughly lubricating my dick. After a short time, I erupted into Joyce's hot mouth and when I deliberately I pulled out quickly I let out another gasp, and another stream of semen burst from my dick and sprayed out all over Joyce's hair and face. I enjoyed surprising women when I got a blow job by pulling out and sending the second stream in their face. Abut all that Joyce did when it happened was to giggled with glee, and make a half-hearted attempt to wipe it off. Joyce stood up, wiping away the strands of drool that still connected her mouth to my dick. "Don't forget," she said in businesslike manner, "You promised to do me a favor I want to do this again while you are here." "When can I fuck you?" I asked. "Oh we can't do that Dr. Collins would fire me. She told me never to let any of her patient's fuck me Or I would be fired and tossed out on the street with nothing to my name. But she never mentioned blow jobs so I take advantage of that little loop hole when ever I can," she giggled. I grinned like an idiot not able to believe my luck at finding such a sex crazed airhead. I was still slumped back in my post-fellatio stupor, blow jobs were better than nothing for the time I was here. I watched as Joyce got up turned gracefully on her heels and swished out of the room heading to the bathroom to clean up and fix her makeup before Dr. Collins arrived. I let out a sigh and went and sat back down to wait for Dr. Collins savoring my victory. The unique sound her heels made on the hardwood floor guaranteed that she'd be noticed. Their unmistakable staccato clicking being quite distinctive as that of a woman wearing very high heels! She created the distinctive a sound that echoed loudly in my ears that said tramp on the move which brought an even bigger smile on my face. Little did I know that all the time Joyce was diverting my attention as Dr. Collins was creating my new personality in my subconscious and the whole new lifestyle that was to go with it? I was being taught how to give a perfect blow job by experiencing the sensation of being given one. I remembered every flick of her tongue and 'tea bagging' I got. It will be something more suited to my whoering proclivities. For the next few days I was subjected to an intense daily regimen of hypnotherapy, crafting the new me without my knowledge. I later learned that in my deep subconscious it was planted that my 'Sissy rickie' personality where I was made to believe that I loved dressing in sexy feminine clothing because I was a down low sissy and a whore. Deeply planted were the thoughts that I love making myself up like a slut and that I would read up on it when I could in private until the day I came out of the closet There was to be ample reading because James would keep me supplied with makeup and fashion magazines as my personal assistant. When Tyra said one of the trigger words my 'Sissy rickie' personality would emerge and assume total control of my body. This personality enjoyed wearing only the sexiest, most revealing feminine clothes flaunting my changing body. I slipped my stocking covered feet into the highest spike heels that could find that matched my outfit. One day I would also adore my tight, confining corsets. I would relish at how the corsets made me look and feel 'extra sexy'. It also would relieve the stress on my back that was caused by my big implants and outrageously high heels. At first each formal cession lasted for several long hours, but they started to seem like mere minutes to me. I really don't even remember being hypnotized in any of those occasions, but upon her final cession before my concert tour, I heard her assure Tyra that my mind had been thoroughly 'conditioned' and was completely receptive to my new training. The trigger words had been tested and I would be no trouble at all controlling me. When I was ready to leave, James came to pick me up he went into meet with Dr. Collins and I took the opportunity to get one last blow job from Joyce. I came in buckets again when she shoved her finger into my ass sending me over the top. When I came back to the reception area he was coming out of her office and Dr. Collins handed James instructions several CD's and DVD's and gave him one to place into my Discman when we were on the plane. CHAPTER 4 THIS IS NOW: When I got back home after my seven month tour it was at the curbside James then told me that Tyra had let my limo driver go with a years pay so I would have to take a cab home. A black car pulled up to pick him up and he opened the door and got in. James then told me that his that Tyra had changed the locks so I had to ring her bell when I got there. Then the driver drove him away leaving me standing at the curbside. I picked up my bags and made my way to the cab stand and waited in line for a cab like all the regular people. When I finally got home I stood at my door mad and embarrassed that I was being treated this way as I waited impatiently for the door to open, thinking that the maid was really slow. I would have to get on her about being so slow. It took a while before Tyra opened the door "I didn't want to bother hiring a new maid just yet to save you some money. She was wearing a tight black latex catsuit and looked utterly stunning. The catsuit was black, spandex which left very little to the imagination. My heart pounded so hard, I thought it was going to block my throat. I couldn't speak for a few seconds I could barely supervise having my luggage being bought inside and tipping the cab driver. I knew I was blushing and to my surprise Tyra smiled standing there in a tightly corseted black catsuit that I always liked her in and a pair of ultra sexy heels. I reached into my jacket pocket and pulled out a black velvet box with an emerald necklace that I had bought for Tyra a piece offering. She took the box and with out opening it she handed me a drink and a paper with instructions that I was told to either follow or turn around and just leave her house. I carefully read the note in total disbelief at her coldness, but like a whipped puppy with my tail between my legs I climbed the stairs and headed to the maids room on the other side of the house. Tyra had taken the master bedroom as her own. My first task was to take a bath and used the products that she had laid out in the bathroom. I stripped off my jacket and jeans which I hung in the closet next to some uniforms the old maid must have left. I pulled off my lime green Lycra' bikini brief and matching tee shirt. James had long ago replaced all my boxers with skimpy thongs of many bright colors and shiny feminine materials even some with floral designs that I had to wear. I folded and laid every thing out neatly, pulled the CD disc out of my pocket and slipped it into the Bose CD player in the bath room. Before I settled down into the hot tub for a long, luxurious depilatory lavender scented bubble bath that Tyra had prepared. When I left the bathroom an hour later on my tip toes I was hairless and instinctively I wrapped my self in a big pink fluffy towel sarong style, with another smaller towel that I wrapped turban style over my braids. I had never done that before but it came natural to me. Tyra walked in my new bedroom and handed me a peach colored nylon baby doll night gown, with matching bikini briefs, garter belt stockings and five inch heels, and said, "Please be a dear and put these on rickie. 'This is your sissy life' the trigger word that started the countdown for the emergence of the new personality that Dr. Collin and Tyra had so carefully crafted." Strangely I felt compelled to obey her bizarre request with out outward resistance to her request, driven from the other new dominate part of my mind. I took the silky garments from Tyra, and I held the lacy lingerie up to my smooth hairless body thinking it was a very pretty baby doll. The wispy fabric of the baby doll seemed to flow and wave in an invisible breeze, revealing my deep cleavage and barely covered my nipples which were at full alert. I could just see the outline of the areolas of the false breast that I glued on with lots of surgical adhesive after my bath. Wait a damn minute, why did I glue these huge breasts on my chest? I suddenly remembered it was after my bath, I realized too late that she had done something to me I had big hoop earrings brushing against my neck, my fingernails and toes were painted a bright red. What was in that drink she gave me making me act like this? I was not myself and I didn't know what was going on but when I regained control she was going to have hell to pay. She had gone to far making me up like this, damn my career I was a man and I was going to beat her ass and take my chances with a jury. I would simply blame it on the drugs she had given me, and I would get off and even be able to keep my career, because it wasn't my fault. Tyra told me that when I was on my tour James would place the subliminal CD's in my Discman and the earphones in my ears every night and you were programmed to turn in on when went to bed set it to repeat. You were conditioned to believe that 'Sissy rickie' was beautiful, better looking than Ricky Cox. You envied 'Sissy rickie' because he was so sexy and free to be his sissy self despite not being too bright, kind of a bimbo. While you were on your tour the restructuring of your body started in motion. Before you went to sleep each night James would say the trigger word that would put 'Sissy rickie' in control of your body and he would take out the electric breast pump and use it on your hairless chest setting the timer for an hour to start by the end of your tour he would leave it on almost all night. This worked great after you had soaked in your bubble bath filled with rose scented softening oil allowing for the maximum stretching of your skin. Wait let me remove your memory block, "I give you permission to remember," and with that there was a flood of memories and I saw the two D breast sized acrylic cups that 'sissy rickie' placed over my chest with tubes attached each running down to a cut off valve and a electric suction pump. The cups were placed over my pecs and held there firmly while the pump was used to draw the air out of the cups. With each pump as the air left my flesh was drawn in slowly filling the cups. The suction stretched my skin slightly and with a constant stretching it became loose better to accommodate future breast implants. The sight of a good-looking man would actually excite 'Sissy rickie' and that would make my 10 inch dick twitch and ooze precum in my panties. This was so embarrassing if "Sissy rickie" were ever left in controlled I might rape any man who just smiled at me. James was there to see that I stay aroused but forced me to keep my awakening slutty nature in check. My mind and my body were not in sync, I was doing things that I didn't want to do and found myself unable to stop it. It had to be the drugs she and that therapist gave me. Fear took hold of my body but all I could do was smile a sickly insipid smile as 'Sissy rickie' humiliated me as I got dressed. Something was going on and my head just kept spinning confusing me even further, I was not in control of my body.