Intro
Mark had always been somewhat of a neighbourhood terror. Every time something in the neighbourhood got vandalised you could count on it that Mark had something to do with it. To the frustration of many neighbours, his parents didn't really seem to care. Hisfamily was pretty well off and with his dad being a lawyer Mark always seemed to get out of every situation unpunished. At least it looked like this terror was finally going to end. Mark had turned 18 earlier this year and had now graduated high school. After the long summer break he would head off to college and his reign of terror would finally end. Pretty much the whole neighbourhood thought Mark didn't deserve to go to college, but most of them were happy he would be gone.
Alot ofthis behaviour originated out of overcompensation for the fact that Mark, unlike most guys his age hadn't quite grown out to be tall and muscular. At 5'6" he was the smallest guy in his class. His body was lean instead of muscular and he really hated the fact that his fat seemed to get stored mostly around his bottom giving it a slight bubble butt like appearance. Around his sixteenth his body hair had started to grow finally, but it was a slow process. By now he had quite a large pubic bush, a little darker fuss on the arms and legsand three hairs on his chest. His face was kind of roundish with bright green eyes and dark brown hair. In terms of beard he only managed to grow a sparse moustache and a goatee which he proudly kept.
To look tougher Mark had tried adopting a skater look, something that fit well with the mischief he spread across the neighbourhood. It also gave him a sense of belonging, most of the skaters were actually quite chill and they accepted himeven if the look didn't really suit him. The baggy clothes helped cover up his slender figure and bubble butt, but the way he kept his hair in a messy shoulder-length style made him look awkward. It was better now that he hadsome sparse facial hair, but not by much. The moustache and the goatee were too thin to look nice. His mom had often bugged him that he needed to shave, but that wasn't something Mark ever planned on doing. He was too proud of his beard as he called it.
Reputation and image were very important to Mark and over the years he certainly had built a reputation. Many of his vandalistic deeds had come from dares with the people he hung out with at the skate park. Mark never shied away from a challenge or dare, and it had made him kind of a legend at the skate park. This respect from his peers was a huge confidence boost for his ego and self-esteem which only prompted him to be even more daring.
It's his reputation that had scored him his relationship with Lisa, a pretty, somewhat eccentric blonde skater girl that was about the same height as Mark. Despite Marks loud mouth and daring behaviour, Lisa was the bossier one in their relationship. They had been together for three months and yet all this time Lisa had kept off the sex. She loved teasing and daring Mark to do all sorts of things to amuse her, which Mark was all too glad to carry out. Just the fact that he had a girlfriend one a year older than him at that made him feel accomplished in his manliness and that was all that mattered to him. It just gave him another thing to brag about.
From all the neighbours there was one guy in particular who had been a constant target of Mark's vandalism. His next-door neighbour John. For as long as Mark could remember this guy had had quarrels with his parents over the smallest things like a tree branch that hung over the property border, trash that was put out too early,… stuff like that. This was more than enough to mainly focus on this guy when the dare wasn't specific to a target.
John was a tall guy, somewhere in his mid to late fifties, standing about 6'2" tall. He was balding already, and the remainder of his hair was quickly greying. The guywas somewhat overweight and just a general weirdo. The man lived alone rarely came outside and when he did he complained about everything he saw. Due to his somewhat pulled back live style rumours had quickly spread that the guy was a huge perv.
Despite being a main victim John was one of the only neighbours unhappy to see Mark go to college. In Johns mind Mark needed to pay and when he was away John couldn't make that happen. For a while now, John had been looking for an opportunity to extract his revenge but up until now without any success.
Chapter 1
Summer break had just started, and Mark was in a great mood. Yesterday Lisa gave him a little striptease show. It wasn't sex, but Mark had loved it all the same. After all, with a four-month long break Mark had all the time to finally lose his virginity to his girlfriend. He still couldn't believe he had actually managed to score a college chick. That fact alone made him a legend around his high school friends. The two of them had been talking about maybe sharing a dorm room at college. It was still just talk, though. After all they were in no rush to decide.
After sleeping in Mark went downstairs to make himself a quick breakfast before heading up to his room again. Not having any obligations or pressure to rise early or anything was fantastic he thought as he started up his computer when he suddenly noticed something red on the floor in the corner of his eye. It only took a second for it to sink in that these had to be Lisa's panties. He still remembered how well she had filled that lacey red thong yesterday. The thought alone brought a big smile back to his face. A smile that quickly turned into a smirk as he realised Lisa had walked out without wearing underwear.
In a quick motion he picked up the discarded panties and instantly brought them tohis nose, deeply inhaling Lisa's sweet scent. It gave him an instant hardon. As the computer started up, he noticed Lisa was online, an opportunity he immediately took to give her a video call.
A few seconds later Lisa answered the call. "Hey babe, are you missing me already?" Lisa asked with a big smirk.
"Oh youknow I can't stand not being with you baby, luckily you seem to have left me a little souvenir behind." Mark smiled triumphantly holding up the lacey red thong he had just found.
"Oh god I was just thinking about where that pair went. Well, I am glad to see it is in good hands or is it? Maybe you just kept my panties behind to try them on." Lisa teased with a big smirk seeing the instant horrified expression on Mark's face. She knew very well that associating anything remotely feminine with Mark made him balk. Mark really had a case of very fragile masculinity and she loved to tease him about it every now and then.
"Don't worry silly, I am just joking. I am sure you had another very good reason to hold on to them." She put Mark at ease again with a wink.
The way he nervously replied, "Hehe yeah." Was all she needed to know to realise she had hit a very sensitive spot.
Being in a mischievous mood however Lisa couldn't help herself but run with it a bit further. "I bet they would look great on you though. You probably fill them out just as well as I do." Lisa giggled enjoying the shock on her boyfriend's face.
"Eeeeh I really don't think…" Mark said but Lisa interrupted him.
"In fact, I would love to see, just to know if I was right or not. So come on Mark why don't you try them on for me? After all you got to enjoy seeing me in them, so it is only fair to return the favour, right?" Lisa mischievously pressed on.
By now Mark's face had turned quite red. "I think it would just look stupid Lisa. You know totally out of place and everything." Mark awkwardly tried to explain.
His reluctance seemed to egg Lisa on even more though. She would have probably just dropped it but now she really wanted to see Mark wearing her panties and she knew just what buttons to push. "Oh come on Mark, I dare you to put them on or are you too much of a sissy to try on panties? Are you afraid you will like it?" Lisa laughed knowing that Mark wouldn't be able to turn down a dare. Especially not now she had questioned his masculinity as well.
"I'm no sissy, and I am certainly not afraid of a stupid piece of fabric." Mark replied firmly obviously offended which was just what Lisa needed.
"Well then prove it and put them on." She smirked.
"Alright, but you can't ever let anyone know deal?" Mark replied instantly.
"Deal!" Lisa laughed.
Only now Mark realised what he had actually agreed to. He had been so lost in trying to defend his honour of dare king as well as his masculinity that he simply agreed to do it without a second thought. Now he badly wanted to crawl back, but he knew he couldn't so with a sigh he got up and started to strip in front of his webcam much to the joy of his girlfriend who was cheering.
Out of his baggy clothes, it was obvious just how slender he was, it also showed how his butt was a bit plumper compared to the rest of his body. With a slight hesitation he slipped on the skimpy red lace piece of fabric only barely managing to get his three-inch soft cock in the front. When hard he grew to around seven inches but luckily that wasn't the case now.
Lisa instantly started laughing harder, "I knew it! I knew you would fill them out perfectly with that cute butt of yours. This is great. They even match your face in colour." Lisa cheered even though it was kind of unsightly with the bush of pubic hair underneath.
"Okay Lisa, you'vehad your fun now, can I please take them off?" an embarrassed Mark asked.
"No way! Give me a twirl and a booty shake and then you can take them off." Lisa instantly replied.
Mark quickly did as he was told before stating, "I'm taking them off now." And stripping out of the panties before putting on his clothes again.
"That was great, babe. I love you. Anyway, I have to go now, so I guess I'll see you later." Lisa said as soon as Mark was clothed again.
"Okay baby, you promised you wouldn't tell anyone right?" Mark asked nervously.
"Don't worry about it, a deal's a deal. This is our little secret. Oh, and you can keep those panties I don't need them back anymore. Consider it a trophy, I'm really running late though, bye!" Lisa said and as soon as she had said it the call ended.
Mark's blush only slowly faded away as he scoffed at the panties. A trophy, like he wanted a trophy reminding him of this. His embarrassed look soon turned in a smirk however. The more he thought about it the more he liked the idea of this trophy. Afterall it would be something he could brag about to the guys. Maybe not today but in the future. Scoring a girl's panties wasn't a bad thing right and no one hadto know how he got them.
The rest of Mark's day carried on without anything special happening. He played some video games, ate lunch and went to the skate park. He had a great time hanging with his buddies and of course his girlfriend who now seemed to make him blush every time she threw him a smirk. No one knew but for mark the memory of wearing those panties was still fresh on his mind.
When he came back home around 17 o'clock however he immediately spotted a big brown envelop with his name written on it in big black letters. Strange he thought as he picked up the envelope and carried it up to his room.
Upon opening it Markwas shocked to find a ton of pictures of him wearing those panties. They had obviously been taken this morning, but it was hard to say by who. Some were taken from his rooms side window while others were taken from the street side window. Too look inside the street side window would require one to stand way across the street. Which was quite a distance that should make it hard to see what he was wearing. The same goes for his side window. Whoeverhad taken these had done it with a very good camera and a lot of zoom.
While shifting trough the pictures trying to figure out who did this Mark suddenly encountered a note.
"Hello Sissy,
Did you like the pictures I have taken? It really gets you from all your best angles, especially that cute bubble butt of yours. You really look made to wear panties. I do know a lot of guys who would just love to have a piece of that ass. I wonder how your friends and parents would like to see these pics though. Well unless you want to find out what they think about these pics I suggest you follow the instructions as specified in the mail I send you.
Good luck and have fun sissy."
As soon as he was done reading Mark's face went pale. What the hell was he supposed to do? He didn't know where this letter came from so confronting whoever was behind this was impossible. The thought of anyone seeing these especially his friends wasa horrible one. He would instantly lose the whole reputation he had built so carefully as well as all his respect. Lisa knew what was behind this, but would she still love them when he became the loser of the group?
At least his parents weren't home yet, they only returned from work between 18 and 19 o'clock. Mark didn't even want to consider the possibility of his parents opening this envelope.
The fact that this guy knew his e-mail address was also quite worrying although a quick google search linking to his Facebook would have done the trick. His Facebook! Mark had never really cared to change his privacy settings which meant everyone could see everything, his friends, his e-mail, his phone number,… everything they needed to ruin his life. He could change them now, but he fully realised the damage had already been done.
With a sigh he decided to just open the e-mail, maybe it wouldn't be that bad. Maybe they would just ask a bit of money, money he could easily get from his parents with a little lying what it was for. Mark was actually starting to get hopeful. Sure, it would be pretty sour to give money to this asshole but at least it was an easy way out. Upon reading the mail Marks face went completely pale however, he felt himself getting sick.
"Dear Sissy,
I am glad you have decided to follow my orders and open your mail. Good sissies always obey. Now let's see if you are going to keep on being a good little sissy. I did promise you instructions and here they are.
- From 18:00 till 19:00 you will put those panties on again. Nothing but those panties.
- All curtains must stay open.
- During that hour you will always keep on a big smile.
- You will sing and dance to at least one recent pop hit.
- You will spend the rest of the hour reading a fashion magazine. I am sure your mom has some laying around.
- Once the hour is done you will masturbate to climax in your panties.
- After that you will clean up your mess, hand wash the panties and hang them out to dry in your room.
Before you decide to delete this mail and pretend none of this happened you should really check out the image I have attached as well as click the link to the website in copy. The website is only visible through this direct link for now. All of that can change depending on your decision however.
Good luck and have fun sissy, I know you will."
Mark was simply mortified, but when he opened the attachment with the mail he nearly fainted. He was instantly greeted with a flyer size image showcasing a picture of him wearing those darn panties. In the pic his back and bottom showed and yet he also looked over his shoulder making his face recognisable as well. His body had been cut out and pasted on a pink background. The flyer contained everything, his cell phone number, address, full name and e-mail. Alongside it was a small text.
"Hey, I am sissy Mark and I am a cock hungry slut. I would love getting dick pics and drooling over all those pretty dicks. If you happen to live close by don't hesitate to drop by so I can show you just how much I love cock.
I love resisting a bit *kisses*."
Whoever this person was that had taken these pics, he had certainly put a lot of effort in it. Mark didn't even dare think about what could happen if this flyer got out. Even his girlfriend who had daredhim into those panties would instantly believe that Mark got off on this. Not even to imagine what kind of messages and pics he would get. Worse even if this got in the wrong hands someone might actually drop by and force himself onto him.
The web address also on the flyer proved to be just like the flyer but more extensive. It was all pink titled "Sissy Mark" all his contact info was on it along with the full picture set of him in the red panties. Underneath that set was a caption. "My very first panties, I am so happy to finally set my first steps towards sissyhood. If I get you har, take a picture and send it my way." This website even had a calendar where visitors could pin when they would be paying a visit. This was just plain sick.
Mark realised that he was royally screwed. If only he knew who was behind this. Well he might find out soon. He was told to keep his curtains open, so the guy would probably take pics again. If Mark could spot him, he would at least know who to confront.
Until the time he was certain however he would need to do exactly as described in the mail. After seeing the effort put into the flyer and website Mark had no illusion that whoever was behind this would carry out his threats and there was no way Mark could afford that. He wouldn't even be able to look his parents in the eyes. Especially not if random guys did come around. If this got out all Mark would be able to do was change his entire identity and disappear.
Staying in his room in his privacy where only he and whoever was behind this would see him sounded like the best option. He had already worn the panties so wearing them a bit longer and masturbating in them wouldn't be that much worse, he tried to calm himself.
It wasn't working, and Mark didn't have much time left. 18:00 was quickly approaching so he rushed down stairs andgot a one of his mom's fashion magazines. His parents weren't home yet so it was still safe. Once in his room he saw that he only had a few minutes left which he quickly used to strip and change into the panties. The feeling instantly made him shudder in disgust. Especially now that he knew he was doing it for some guy instead of his girlfriend. Either way it was best to put them on a few minutes early than a little too late and run the risk of having those flyers send out.
Nervously Mark approached the side window and looked outside but saw no one. He repeated this with the front window but again no one. Where the hell was this guy. Surely, he must be watching right? Mark hated the idea of someone watching him like this. Especially some unknown guy, at the same time though he hoped the guy had seen that he was doing as told so the flyers wouldn't get spread. He blushed at that thought. Doing as he was told like a good sissy the e-mail had said. Mark was no sissy but what could he do about this?
With a sigh he decided to get on with the singing and dancing. It was the most likely thing to draw his parent's attention andthey would be coming home within this hour. If Mark made it past that he was certain he wouldn't get caught. He just clicked on the number one hit in the current charts. He vaguely remembered hearing it on a radio somewhere, but he didn't really know the song.
Mark and his crew didn't really listen to pop music. It was too mainstream for their rebellious image and thus they labelled it as not cool. Right now, though Mark was dancing in his room feel utterly stupid as he tried reproducing some of the lyrics. It was terrible and so was his dancing. It was stocky at best. Even without elegance the act alone was more than enough to embarrass him to his core.
Luckily it only took a minute or three after which he instantly checked his windows again but no guy with a camera was to be seen anywhere. With a sigh he just got down on his bed and started paging trough the fashion magazine seeing nothing that interested him. He had paged trough the magazine two times when he heard his mom announce she was home. This instantly made him freeze in panic. Somewhere he knew it was ridiculous to panic now, his parents never came into his room and yet laying here in panties he felt so vulnerable and exposed. The fact that this stupid thong had the tendency to ride up his butt crack did no good either. After a few attempts off pulling it out he decided to just deal with it.
Done with the magazine he looked at his clock only to see that it was only 18:23 not even half an hour had passed so far. Knowing he was supposed to keep himself busy with this magazine for the remainder of the hour he started to page through it again. This time however he started reading some article about matching colours and patterns in summer outfits and one about must have accessories out of sheer boredom.
Eventually the hour was over, and Mark knew all too well what that meant. He was supposed to masturbate in his panties now. First he looked through the windows again but like last time there was no one to be seen. He really hoped he had done enough to prevent the flyers from being spread.
Reluctantly he lay back down and started fondling his soft cock in his panties. Mark closed his eyes and tried imagining the striptease his girlfriend had given him, but even so it took him a long time to even just get hard. Eventually though his cock did harden to a its full 7 inches. After that it luckily didn't take too long anymore. As a lot of hormone filled guys his age he managed to cum within minutes of getting hard. Getting hard had been the difficult part with how mortified he was.
Now after his orgasm the shame and mortification set in harder than even before he had started masturbating. Fortunately he had his own bathroom connected with a door to his room so he didn't need to risk getting out in the hallway to wash his panties. He quickly washed the cum out of them and hung them to dry in a hidden spot hoping to just be able to forget about the panties completely.
Of course that didn't happen, the events of the evening haunted him until he finally decided to go to bed. Sleep did not come easy as he wondered if his acts had been enough. He was worried about the flyers being spread as well as the fact that he still wasn't any wiser as to who was behind this.
In the house next door John was having a blast. When he had woken up this morning and spotted Mark in his panties he knew it was a perfect opportunity to finally get some revenge on that pathetic excuse ofa man. His job as a home employed web developer gave him great freedom to do his work whenever he wanted. He basically just had to meet deadlines. It payed a nice buck as well and now it had even proven to be a very good tool to help extract his revenge. Making a website and a flyer was routine for John. It had only taken him about an hour or two to get the job done but it was very satisfying work.
At first his plan had been to just spread the site and flyer as much as he could but the more he thought about it the more he craved something more fulfilling. He didn't just want to ruin Mark's life. He wanted to destroy the whole image Mark had been up until now and to do that he needed a slower more thought out plan. So, his thoughts of blackmail were born. Knowing Mark, the instructions would have been terribly humiliating for him and that was exactly what John wanted. Watching Mark make a fool of himself and humiliate himself was so much more satisfying. Especially since it didn't remove the opportunity to still post the flyers and website anyway.
For now though he would just stick with blackmail. It had given him some more great content for the site and while John wasn't gay in the slightest he had to admit that the power trip he got out of this had made him quite horny.
It was especially amusing to see Mark check all his windows repeatedly. Like it mattered at all. Unbeknownst to Mark the file he had downloaded from the mail had carried some malware allowing John access to Marks webcam and laptop. The whole thing had been streamed to his television and there was no way Mark could even know.
Satisfied with how things had gone John opened another beer and put on some porn to jerk off to, shooting a big wad of cum in his boxers as he imagined how he would proceed his revenge. One thing was certain this had only just started, and things would only get worse for Mark from here on out.
Chapter2
When Mark woke up the next day his parents were already gone, as usual. He was no early riserafter all. He made some breakfast, gamed a bit made lunch and went to the skate park. There didn't seem to be any signs that flyers or anything like that had been spread much to his relief. Yesterday had certainly been a scare, maybe it had just been a cruel prank. After all it had been embarrassing but all things considered not that much worse than what his girlfriend had made him do over webcam. As the day passed by Mark managed to cast those humiliating memories out of his thoughts, and by the time he walked home he didn't even think about what had happened anymore.
It all camecrashing back when he saw another brown envelope laying on thedoorstep, his heart started racing and in panic he snatched it up quicklystepping inside. Mark hadn't needed to read his name on it to know it was meant for him. The moment he did though he was horrified to find it addressed to, "Sissy Mark". What if any of his neighbours, or the mailman saw this envelope? They would surely have questions. What if they would decide to open it? That would most probably be a disaster.
Mark took the envelope to his room nervously. He didn't know what was in it, did he even want to know? Considering the way it was addressed he probablywouldn't like the contents at all. Most of all he just wanted to burn and forget about it. If he did that he would be royally screwed though he wouldn't know what his blackmailer expected of him, not that he wanted to. The last thing he wanted was to play that sick bastards' game any longer, a one time off had been more than enough. Those flyers though, no matter how much he hated the idea of putting up with another potential task. It was still probably preferable tothose flyers and that website being spread. If those ended in the wrong hands with all the insinuations made he might even get raped.
He had always been the kind of guy to envision doom scenarios and right nowthat wasn't helping his case at all. With dread he decided the best thing would just be to get this over with and so he reluctantly opened the envelope dumping the contents on his bed. Mark was horrified to see a plastic Ziplock bag with what looked like grey cotton fabric inside, a pile of bright baby blue fabric judging from the silky looking fabric and the lace he guessed these werepanties. Last but not least there was a note.
"Hello again Sissy,
Yesterday I told you that a good sissy always obeys and well I have to say itreally appears as if you are very motivated to be a good sissy. Anyways, I am sure you are just dying to find out what you must do next. I bet you have been looking forward to this moment all day and rest assured, I just know a big sissy like you is going to love this.
If you are reading this note I guess that means you have also found my other two gifts. One is a new pair of panties for you, seeing how much of a sissy you are, I bet you can't wait to try them on. The second thing is a pair of boxers. Here is what you are expected to do.
Put on the panties, they are to stay on all evening and night, in fact all the time you are at home you will spend in your room wearing nothing but the panties I demand you wear that day. This also means when you are sleeping.
Like last time all curtains stay open, at least until you decide to sleep.
Once again you are supposed to read a fashion magazine for at least an hour.
Just before going to bed you are required to pull the boxers over your head, the crotch part covering your face. Like that you are required to masturbate to climax in your panties. You don't clean them, you just sleep in them. First thing in the morning you are to repeat masturbating just like this once more.
After your morning masturbation you are to hand wash both the panties and the boxers. The panties should be hung in you room to dry. The boxers are to be put back in the Ziplock bag and be left out on your front porch like that.
If you are going out that's then end, if you plan to stay in however you put on a fresh pair of panties.
Just for your info, those aren't just instructions for today. From now on those are the rules you need to follow. As always, good luck and have fun sissy.
The copy centre let me know that they have received my order of 2000 flyers. It is in processing as you read this. So if you know what is good for you I suggest you follow these rules to the letter or I might be inclined to start spreading the flyers on arrival. I could also just give them to the local post office to be spread as advertisement, one for each household in your and the surrounding neighbourhoods."
Mark's head was spinning, his stomach was in knots and he had gone completely pale by the time he had finished reading the note. Like yesterday he could somewhat convince himself that wearing those panties, while very humiliating wasn't that much worse than what he had done so far. Those boxers were a whole different beast however. The insinuation the Ziplock bag made as well as the order to hand wash them made Mark fear the worst. He had nearly made up his mind to follow the orders except that one when he read about the flyers. Someone ordering 2000 flyers was very serious of spreading them and the way of spreading suggested was the worst he could imagine. Everyone he knew and encountered would find out. The chance that there wasn't at least one pervert who might use the info on the flyer, over a total of 2000 households was also very small in Mark's mind.
He felt sick but trapped. Following those rules to the letter would be the only way he could kind of salvage this mess and he knew it. Slowly he stripped completely naked and slipped on the panties. The material felt quite slippery on his soft cock. To his despair the panties fit perfectly as well. His cock was not supposed to fit in panties he thought mournfully as he looked at himself in the mirror. The panties where bright baby blue all over, they were made in a hip huggers style with a slippery front and a back nearly entirely in lace. In the front sat a small satin bow as well.
They made Mark blush profusely. Somehow the fact that those weren't his girlfriends' panties, that he could only really think of them as his made this so much worse. At least these didn't seem to ride up his crack but they still snuggly hugged hisbuttocks which was about just as bad. To Mark it all looked embarrassingly feminine even if in reality the whole thing was rather unsightly with his pubic hair poking out he didn't have much body hair yet but the hair on his legs and pubic area was quite pronounced.
It took a moment for Mark to come back to his senses. He was stuck in his room wearing nothing but panties. Usually he had no problems keeping himself busy, but this was way different. He felt nervous like he was being watched even if he had seen noone when checking his windows for his possible blackmailer. Eventually he decided to just start reading that damn fashion magazine again. At least it would be one thing that was out of the way.
Unlike yesterday he actually started reading right away this time. Fashion was boring but just staring at a paper not doing anything for an hour was even more boring. Having read intensely he was actually glad to notice the hour had flown by. The topic wasn't interesting, but he had had something to do which made this part bearable. Combined with yesterdays Reading he had pretty much finished the entire magazine.
He had only put aside the magazine for a minute worrying about what to do next when his mom called out that the dinner was ready. Shit dinner, was he allowed to wear boxers now? It was still in the house, so he doubted it. He couldn't go down to his parents wearing panties, though could he? Mark was torn between ditching the panties or not. If he did that might mean those flyers getting send though and he couldn't risk that. Eventually he just decided to keep them on under his other clothes hoping his parents wouldn't notice.
Sitting at the dinner table made him feel extremely self conscious. He could feel the presence of the panties all the time which in turn made him feel like they were very noticeable. It felt like it was only a matter of time before either his mom or dad called him out on it, Mark thought while cautiously eating his meal. When his mom did address him, he had a small panic attack. Luckily she only asked if he was feeling alright since he looked somewhat tense. A question Mark quickly waved away saying he felt good. It was a big relief to get that question instead of the one he had been fearing. The rest of the meal passed by without further incidents. To his huge relief no one at home had noticed.
With dinner over he instantly ran up to his room feeling relieved. A relief that didn't last long when he realised he should really strip in order to keep his blackmailer happy. Like that Mark was once again wearing just the baby blue panties he despised. To think that he would have loved seeing these on his girlfriend was rather disturbing as well.
It was still early in the evening and Mark had nothing to do anymore, nothing but that masturbations session he dreaded. That was only just before going to sleep though and it wasn't even near time to do so. Normally he gamed with his friends, but he waskind of scared that they would somehow find out about his situation if he did so. He knew it was stupid, yet he had this nagging feeling they would somehow find out. Eventually he ended up just playing a single player game until it was bedtime.
Mark had waited as long as he could to head to bed, but he was really tired by now. It was later than usually all cause he wanted to avoid what he knew was required of him. The thought alone of those boxers made him feel sick, but the time had arrived. It was either this or never showing his face to anyone who lived remotely close ever again. Not even his parents. He would be all alone on the run if those flyers got spread.
This is for the best, he tried convincing himself while taking the Ziplock bag of boxers and reluctantly opening it up. Feeling sick he picked the boxer shorts out of the bag and held them up surprised that they were huge. It looked like Mark could easily fit into them twice. Worse even was the fact that they were definitely worn. They smelled even when held at an arm's length and Mark recognised the dried white material in the crotch all to well. He had thrown many pairs with the same stains in the laundry.
"Come on Mark, you can do it, just close your eyes and get jerking. It will be over before you know it." He said out loud to his reflection. Mark normally never spoke to himself butright now he really needed the extra courage it gave him. He already felt sick just thinking about what he would do. The boxers smelled terrible and the smell wasn't even that strong yet. This was just the worse Mark thought as he laid down on his bed.
He took a deep breath before reluctantly pulling the boxers over his head, the crotch part covering his face as instructed. Mark nearly lost it when he felt the white crusts against his face, but he started to masturbate anyway. He jerked as fast as he could all the while holding his breath somehow hoping he could avoid breathing, but due to the intense effort he had no choice but to breath in after only a few seconds. When he did the smell instantly made him gag. Tears shot in his eyes and he had a real hard time not throwing up. The smell of these nasty boxers was a really strong one up this close. It smelled of someone's sweaty musky balls mixed in with the smell of stale cum and a hint of urine. The smell was overpowering and made his head swim while he violently gagged, tugging at his still soft cock in his panties.
It took Mark a while until he was able to breath without gagging, and even longer until he finally managed to get hard. All of this on pure physical stimulation and willpower since the intense humiliation and the nauseating smell kept him from feeling good mostly. In the end it took him nearly an hour total, first to get over the gagging, then to finally get hard and finally to shoot his wad in his new panties.
As soon as he was done he threw the boxers away as far as he could, he was mortified and exhausted, yet sleep didn't come easy. He was still too much in shock about what he had just done that he laid there wide awake, the sticky panties serving as a horrible reminder of his nasty deeds. The fact that he had to do this all over when he woke didn't help either. What the hell had he gotten himself into, and better yet how should he get out? Were his last thoughts before drifting of to a troubled sleep.
John had been watching the whole thing with a huge smirk. None of this had originally been planned, but he kind of liked the way this was going. The boxers had been a spur of the moment. The idea of this loud-mouthed brat who thought of himself as so much of a man having to smell what a real man smelled like, was just too good to pas up. It would serve as a good lesson in humility John thought sure seeing Mark laughed at and disappear would have been a good revenge, but this was so much more satisfying. This lasted instead of just prompting Mark to disappear embarrassed. John had doubted Mark would put up with those rules but apparently the guy was more of a wimp than he thought.
In the end this was just entertaining and justice, John kind of got horny from the power he held but that was about it. There was no attraction to anything other than the power. It was just a fun experiment to see how much Mark would put up with before he snapped. John certainly liked thinking about what further humiliations he could come up with to make that asshole really squirm.
For now though this would do John thought as he shot his wad into a new pair of boxers to his favourite porn. Some hardcore version of a man his age dominating a frail girl way younger than him into doing whatever perverted sexual act he desired. John discarded his boxers with a smile thinking about how Mark would have his face buried in them by tomorrow night.
The following morning Mark woke up with a sense of severe dread, his panties had dried and became crusty over night, but he knew he was supposed to do a repeat this morning. It would be best to just get this over with and head out for the day, so he wouldn't need to wear panties again. Mark thought as he retrieved the boxers from where he had thrown them and started masturbating again. It wasn't any easier than it had been yesterday, but eventually after another long masturbation session he managed to get the job done, starting his day out completely humiliated.
With a sigh he went to his bathroom to wash out the boxers and his cum soaked panties before taking a long shower spending extra attention on washing his face. Despite having washed several times Mark still felt dirty. He knew this was only mentally though and that all the soap in the world wouldn't be able to help.
He got dressed, put the boxers back in the Ziplock bag feeling nervous about leaving them on the porch. What would people think if they saw this? He decided to just not think about it as he headed off to the skatepark.
The plan had been to stay there as long as there was at least one friend of his, but then he thought about how this blackmailer left envelopes and he certainly couldn't risk anyone but him finding those considering what was most likely in them. The fact that he had to be home before his parents made him arrive quite early and just like expected there was a new envelope.
Mark didn't even think anymore, he just snatched it up and took it to his room to empty. This time the contents were a pair of pink Mesh panties with pink ruffles around the waistband and leg holes. There was also another pair of boxers, but no note. There was no note needed. Mark knew what he had to do despite not liking it. He stripped put on the panties and followed the same routine as yesterday.
This routine repeated itself day after day, in the weekend when his parents were home he got a text with the info where the envelope of that day was hidden. This went on for 8 days, during this time john was just happy working up a sweat, cumming in his boxers more than once, not even bothering to shake off those last drops before shoving his cock back into his boxers after peeing. All to give Mark a very nice and smelly pair of boxers for the next day.
The humiliation of the act never seemed to lessen, but without really realising it. The masturbation got easier. Mark focused so hard on just cumming as quick as he could that he failed to notice that by day 8 he already got hard before even touching his cock. Masturbating twice a day while smelling these dirty boxers was starting to form a connection in his brain, a connection between arousal and the scent of unwashed cock. His last masturbation session hadn't even lasted more than 3 minutes.
Up until now things had been easily hidden. During the day he had time to meet and socialize with his friends even if he was a bit more nervous and on edge lately neither his friends nor girlfriend seemed to suspect anything. Although he spends all his time in his room his parents weren't worried either. They were quite used to him spending a lot of time on games and whatever a boy that age got up to. Neither of them really wanted to walk in on that. Little did they know he spend all his time up there prancing around in panties and masturbating with a pair of smelly boxer shorts. Apart from that Marks life was relatively normal.
To John this routine was starting to grow a little dull, he needed something to really make the guy squirm again. Sure, Mark was still embarrassed about it all but even the smelly boxers seemed to have lost their repulsive effect. Well Mark still seemed repulsed by the way he handled them but there was no more gagging or anything like that. Instead the guy seemed to get hard instantly by now. John hadn't anticipated this, but it sure looked funny as hell to see Mark pop a hardon in his panties when he smelled his boxers.
It was Wednesday when there was a sudden change, along with the usual pair of panties and the boxers was another note.
"Hello sissy,
I see you have been having a lot of fun, with all that jerking off you do I have come to the conclusion that you must simply love all your panties. You certainly seem to love my boxers, always grabbing them to jerk off with.
Anyways, there just seems to be something off about the image and I believe I know how to fix it which is why I have decided to get you a treat. A nice gesture since you have been such a good obedient sissy so far.
I have made an appointment for you on the following address, be there at 10 am sharp and wear those purple bikini styled panties with the big pink bow in the back. Make sure you follow trough with this or I swear there will be hell to pay.
Have fun sissy, by the way your website is also getting better and better. Before you decide not to show up I advise you to check it out."
The letter read, making Mark's heart sink in his chest right away. When looking up the address he found out that it was some kind of salon in a shady part of town. It was a while away from the suburban neighbourhood he lived in. It was an area that had always kind of given him the creeps and he really didn't look forward to going there, especially not wearing panties under his clothes.
After checking out the updated website however there was no more doubt in Mark's mind. He would be going to that salonwilling or not. If he had thought the website had looked bad before it was terrible now. Apparently the blackmailer had been watching him, that while he had been so careful to check his windows. Upon closer inspection he noticed that the angle came from his own webcam?!
As fast as he could he grabbed a post it note and put it over the webcam. At least the source was eliminated now. Not for long though as he nearly instantly got a text from that anonymous number. "I see you discovered my eyes, you better uncover that webcam right fucking now though or I swear to you everything is going online this instant." The message read making Mark take off the post it with an intense feeling of defeat. He knew that this was basically giving permission to his blackmailer to film him, but what could he do about it?
Mark felt so lost, rationally he knew that he should cover up the webcam, but this website was so awful. It had a whole gallery of videos of him jerking off in various panties with various dirty boxers over his head. It was the caption that filled him with real dread though. "Sissy Mark has clearly grown addicted to panties and has been shopping for them a lot. Although he claims not to like cock the fact that he steals his daddies dirty underwear to masturbate with clearly shows otherwise. What sissy Mark really needs is a big strong man to show him just what a cock loving slut he really is."
Great Mark thought, the chance of getting raped if this ever became public has just exponentially increased. What was he going todo? It seemed to be too late to back out now. The only thing he could think off was just show up at that salon. How bad could it really be? What could they do? Put some makeup on him? Sure, it would be humiliating and even worse to get through that neighbourhood, but he would just wear a hoody and wash it off as soon as he got home Mark thought.
No one would ever find out, at least he hoped so. For the remainder of the evening Mark followed the same routine he had been following for more than a week now. He slipped on the new panties, a thong inwhite satin with bright violet lace around the edges and a small violet bow upfront. All his panties were colourful in some silky or lace fabric and very sexy. He didn't care anymore though. All he cared about now was getting his jerk off session over with before going to bed worried about his salon visit tomorrow.
Chapter3
Mark woke up to the sound of his alarm with a loud groan. Taking the bus down town would take a lotof time and he had pretty much made up his mind that he couldn't afford to be lateto the appointment, no matter how much he didn't want to go. He hadn't setan alarm clock since school had ended but seeing how he was required to bethere at 10 am he didn't have much of a choice today. Usually he slept that late.
For a moment Mark just wanted to stay in bed and just lay there. Somehow thinking that it would make all the trouble go away, but he knew that wasn'thappening so with a sigh he picked up the boxer shorts he had laid on hisnightstand last night. Unlike the first few days he didn't throw them awayanymore. He had grown tired of having to get up to look for them so for convenience sake he just kept them close by. It made it easier to grab them to masturbate first thing in the morning which he had grown used to doing by now.
Without a second of hesitation Mark opened up the smelly boxers and pulled the crotch part over his face. The smell and just about everything about it was revolting to Mark, but by now it had also become pretty much a routine. Even before he had managed to really put the boxers just right over his face his cock had already grown rock hard, ready to get jerked.
The musky sweat smell of unwashed balls and stale cum was all overpowering as Mark started stroking his cock in his pink panties he had received the day before. Despite his disgust it only took him a few minutes to spurt his second load in these panties once again reinforcing the connection to pleasure. With the masturbation out of the way Mark hand-washed both the panties and the boxers before taking a shower. He hung up his panties to dry and slid the boxers back in their bag before going into his room.
With a loud sigh he walked to his closet and opened his underwear drawer. Beside the many pairs of plain boxers, he owned there were now also quite a lot of panties in bright colours and bold designs, all made in fabrics alien to Mark. There were enough pairs there to require Mark to shift through a few before finding the pair his blackmailer had required him to wear. While the purple lace fabric they were made of made them scream femininity, it was the big pink satin bowin the back which really made them stand out.
Mark gulped as he held up the ultra feminine panties but looking at the clock he realised he didn't have much time to hesitate anymore, so he reluctantly slid them up his legs. This was the first time he would be going out wearing panties and it filled him with dread in every fibre of his body. Having to wear them down stairs to eat with his parents was bad enough already, wearing them out was a whole different beast.
He shuddered as he caught a glimpse of himself wearing these overly girly panties in the mirror. With a swift motion Mark pulled a pair of baggy jeans over them fastening them with a belt just underneath his belly button. It squeezed his balls painfully; all his jeans were low cut usually showing a good part of his boxer-shorts. A fashion statement he now deeply regretted. At least the slightly oversized t-shirts helped.
Mark had probably never inspected his outfit this thoroughly in the mirror before. The way he looked at himself, front and back, squatting down as if he were taking a seat and everything in between. It almost looked like he was a girl checking if her dress wouldn't ride up too much. Just like those girls Mark was checking to make sure his panties wouldn't show under any circumstance.
After checking everything over and over again for nearly six times he finally deemed himself ready to head out. His walk to the door was a slow one and once he stepped out his stomach became upset over the strong nerves. For a moment he considered running back inside, but as images of last nights quick scroll through the website flashed by his minds eye he hurried towards the bus-stop instead. He couldn't risk being late or he would be completely ruined.
During the whole bus-ride Marks nerves only increased. He knew he was headedto a salon, but why? Well he had a few ideas of what they did at a salon, non-of which he liked. Yet what would happen exactly was a mystery. It kind of hurt his ego to even think about it, especially since he hoped they would do his make-up. Give the tasks so far, his blackmailer seemed to like seeing him do humiliating things and make-up would definitely fall into that category. It's nog like he was happy with the idea of getting his make-up done, but out of all the things he knew they did at a salon make-up seemed like the best option simply because it would be easy to take off. Well maybe getting his nails done would be acceptable as well.
Whatever it would end up being Mark dreaded it with every fibre in his body. Why the hell was he even thinking about what he hoped the appointment would be for? He only hoped he could go back home, but those pictures and videos. No, he had to do this. Besides the bus was just pulling up at the stop he needed so chickening out now would be foolish. Maybe if he just thought about it as a challenge?
Yeah, a challenge, he never turned those down besides maybe his blackmailer would be there and this was all just a set up to have him ask for a non-existing appointment just to make a fool out of himself. Mark thought as he walked the short distance from the bus-stop to the salon. At least his thoughts allowed him to relax a little bit, or rather to keep him from freaking out completely.
Arriving atthe listed address he found himself standing in front of an older building. The big sign on the front read "Salon Suzan" in hot pink letters on a soft pink background but both colours had faded slightly. Just like the rest of the neighbourhood the salon looked to be somewhat shady and way past it's prime. At least it was a place that no girl he knew from the suburbs would ever visit. And he couldn't really blame them either. This neighbourhood gave him the creeps as well. Especially that group of thugs eyeing him from the street-corner opposite of the salon. Probably in the middle of a drug trade.
Despite wanting to delay the inevitable as much as he could Mark really wanted to get off these streets and so he walked inside the salon trough the big glass door. A couple of bels chimed above his head, a sign someone had entered to whoever might be present in this empty looking salon. Just like the front all the equipment looked slightly worn and old-fashioned.
Mark instantly felt uneasy in this building full of mirrors, beauty products and loads of pink in different shades. He was still nervously looking around taking in this for him alien environment. When he was approached by a tall voluptuous woman wearing a shapeless pink dress, a thick pair of nude coloured tights and a pair of pink loafers. She looked kind of mean with her resting bitch face and the salt and pepper coloured bun looking down on him. "What do you want? If its for moneyjust ask your friend how that played out!" The woman said rather aggressively probably used with dealing with some of the thugs hanging around the neighbourhood.
"It's, uhm, I have uhm a… an appointment under the name Mark I guess." Mark managed to stammer out after a couple of tries falling over his words and everything. What the hell was he even supposed to say? He had never been in a place like this and he certainly didn't know the workings. Besides, who's name was the appointment actually in? He hadn't gotten that info in the letter he received from his blackmailer.
Suddenly Suzan's face broke into a big smirk instead of the annoyed look she had greeted him with. "Ah so you are sissy Mark, I have been expecting you." Suzan said cheerfully.
Mark's eyes nearly popped out of his head from pure shock when he heard that. Someone else knew? Was this woman his blackmailer? His head was spinning as he stammereda weak. "I…I am no sissy."
Suzan's annoyed look was back as she gave him a quick once over. "Then what the fuck are you judging from your nearly non-existent beard and your scrawny limbs you certainly aren't a man. Seeing how you lack tits you aren't a woman either. No, you are nothing but a big sissy from the looks of it." Suzan said in a stern tone.
With a bright red face Mark remained silent. Was that really the way people saw him? Was that why him and his girlfriend hadn't had sex yet? No, he was cool and accepted yet Suzan's taunting words did make him doubt his masculine self-image he had worked so hard to get. "Besides, what kind of man would walk in here for a full body waxing? No…" Suzan asked still sounding annoyed, but she was cut off by Mark.
"A full body-waxing? No fucking way, this was a mistake. I am out of here!" Mark screamed in panic while he started to run to the door. Sooner or later someone would notice, probably his girlfriend. The sudden verdict had made him panic enough to not even think about the consequences his action could have. All that mattered was getting out of here.
Arriving at the door he pulled, it didn't work. He tried pushing but it didn't work either. In panic he started forcefully shaking the door, but it wouldn't give an inch. "It's an electro magnetic anti-theft lock. Do you like it? The door isn't really locked, just held inplace by a strong magnet. With enough force a man could still push it open, but there is no need to worry about such things when dealing with a sissy like yourself." Suzan spoke calmly while approaching Mark, having just delivered another blow to his ego.
An ego that kept on being torn down as she took a strong hold of his ear and started dragging him to the back of the salon. It hurt a lot and all the while Mark was screaming. "Let go of me you stupid bitch, you will pay for this. I am a free citizen, you can't force me to go with you. I have done nothing wrong!" Suzan didn't really listen. She just continued walking, dragging him inside a backroom with a leather padded table.
With a force that made Mark fear she would rip off his ear Suzan pulled the still screaming Mark over her lap. Before stating in an angry tone. "I don't take orders from snivelling sissies. Besides your appointment was payed in advance and I always do what the customer payed for. After all I have a business and a reputation to maintain."
After her little speechSuzan just yanked down Marks pants and instantly started laughing. "Well mister I'm no sissy, you are wearing a pair of awfully pretty panties to be claiming such things. Hell, I don't even know a girl your age who would be caught dead wearing a pair of panties that girly. All that ugly hair kind of ruins the image, but that's what you are here for isn't it sissy?" Suzan laughed attacking Marks failing ego.
With that said Suzan gave Mark a hard spank on his panty covered bottom making the guy yelp out in pain. She didn't stop there either as she held down the squirming youth with one of her meaty hands in the small of his back. Blow after blow kept raining down on Mark's bottom. At first Mark screamed and cursed but a couple blows later it slowly went over to silence, then pleading and eventually just a light sobbing laced with yelps from each blow.
Only when the first tears started rolling down his cheeks Suzan stopped, shoving Mark off her lap on the floor. Mark had never felt this humiliated in his life before. He was spanked, had his manhood mocked and about was to be waxed by a woman who appeared to be in her fifties. How had this even happened? For the first time since the blackmailing had started he was about to stand up for himself and this was the result. He looked pathetic laying at this woman's feet, his panties on full display, tears streaming down his cheeks and a bottom that was bright red and probably even bruised.
"Get up and strip naked sissy then get on the table, so we can make you nice and smooth. Be quick about it unless you want a repeat of that with a hairbrush!" Suzan shouted down at him before getting up to prepare the wax.
In an instant Mark was on his feet pulling off everything as fast as he could manage. The threat of an even worse spanking was more than enough to get him going. So much even that keeping his body-hair didn't even seem important to him anymore. In under a minute he was completely naked and laying on the table. He felt very exposed and vulnerable but the painful throbbing in his bottom served as a reminder to just endure this treatment.
"With a maggot like that between your legs it is not even a surprise that you are a sissy. How the hell is a woman even supposed to be satisfied with that worm?" Suzan scoffed attacking Marks fragile self-image even further. It wasn't even that small, well it was when soft, but when he grew hard it grew to a slightly above average 7 inches.
That said Suzan started slathering the warm wax all over the front of his right leg. Making sure not to leave a single spot bare. Next came the cotton strips which she put over the wax before yanking them off in a swift motion making Mark cry out in pain once more. "Oh, don't be such a pussy, well on second thought I bet a sissy like you just can't help it. Can you?" Suzan asked mockingly while applying the wax to his left leg.
Suzan just carried on despite the cries. She waxed Marks legs, front and back, his armpits, his arms, his chest and even his butt crack and balls. This had all taken an hour, but Suzan wasn't finished yet. Until now she had left his thick pubic patch alone. "As a punishment for your earlier behaviour I have decided to throw a little extra in. The request was a full wax, but I am sure this little extra will be appreciated. Now don't peek." Suzan said with a shit eating grin laying a towel that is normally used to cover the client's crotch over his eyes.
Mark felt some wax being used on his pubic area before being quickly yanked off. This was followed by a buzzing, vibrating feeling which was followed by a long series of painful pinchesthat seemed to last forever. After a quick brush off Mark felt a cold paste being spread on his pubic area. It smelled terrible and stayed on for a while before being removed with a warm wash cloth. The paste and wash were repeated once more. This time while the paste worked in however Suzan gave Marks beard area a quick waxing as well. It didn't look like he needed to shave a lot but this way that ridiculous beard would stay away for at least a month.
Finally, the waxing was over. Apart from his yelps Mark had remained completely still, even when it came to his beard and whatever that something extra was. He was just so terrified of the possibility of another spanking on his still burning bottom that he hadn't even dared to object.
With a swift pull Suzan removed the towel from Mark's eyes shouting out. "Tada, this look is so much more you don't you agree you sissy?" These last words were said in a tone that let Mark know there was only one good answer.
Looking down at his body he was in shock. His legs, arms, everything looked smooth except for his pubic area. Seeing what Suzan had done there however he wished she would have just waxed it instead. Right above his soft penis sat a perfectly trimmed and shaped heart of one-inch long hair. The hair was dyed a pastel pink colour and in the middle the letter M and J had been plucked out. What the hell were those even supposed to mean? Michael Jackson? The letters stood for Master John, but Markcouldn't know.
Suzan did though, she had known John for a long time and when he had contacted her for this appointment she had happily agreed. She herself had had to deal with way too many "though guys" around the neighbourhood that it had become a joy putting one in his place. She had gotten a real taste for it after that one guy who had tried to rob her. After she was done with him the look on his face was simply priceless. Suzan really wondered what had become of that guy after pushing him back on the street like she had.
It didn't matter, what mattered now was that look of utter shock and humiliation Suzan so loved seeingnow that she was done with Mark. The guy's slender body with the slightly bigger bum had already looked somewhat effeminate, but now despite the penis it looked simply girly.
"I asked you a question Sissy. Don't you agree that this looks so much more you?" Suzan barked ripping Mark out of his shocked staring that had been going on for a couple of minutes by now.
"Y…yes" is all he managed to stammer out. This was horrible. How the hell would he ever explain this to anyone? Hell, he was clueless how he would even start to explain his smooth face. Let alone the arms legs and especially his new pubic hair. One thing was for sure. Even if his girlfriend did want to have sex he would need to say no. No one couldever find out about this or he simply wouldn't live it down.
"Is that all you pathetic sissy? You should be grateful. In fact, why don't you drop to your knees and kiss my feet whilethanking me? That's the least you can do after all the effort i have done don't you think? Or do I need to get my brush to beat some manners into you?" Suzan asked aggressively there was no need for her to act like this other than the thrill she got out of it.
Once again, the threat of the hairbrush proved to be enough to get Mark going. He got off of the table and straight down on his knees in front of Suzan. In a swift motion he kissed both of Suzan's worn loafers picking up quite a strong nasty scent of cheesy feet. He wanted to gag but instead he swallowed his pride and totally defeated said. "Thank you, Suzan, for making me look more like the real me."
The humiliation of it all brought Mark near to tears once more. Why the fuck was he even doing this? The answer lay right at Suzan's feet. She had a perfect view of the red slightly bruised bottom, the one she had caused. This was just perfect.
"Alright, that's enough sissy. Now get up I still need to lotion you up before you can get dressed." Suzan said sternly. Getting dressed and leaving this place that had been the theatre of his most horrible humiliation ever seemed like the best thing Mark had heard in a while. He didn't need more motivation to instantly get up.
"Oh, such an eager little sissy." Suzan mocked delivering another blow to Mark's ego. She pulled out a big container of some hydration lotion and scooped up a hefty amount. Instantly the room filled itself with a very strong lavender scent. Suzan wasn't exactly gentle as she started rubbing the lotion all over Mark's body. Suzan made sure to spend extra time rubbing it into his buttocks and butt crack, threatening his virgin butthole with a few pokes while she was at it. His penis got Some extra attention as well, but before it could even start to feel good Suzan gave his balls a hard-firm squeeze making him double over in pain.
"There you go sissy all nice and pretty. Now go put on your clothes and get out of here. Unless of course you would like something else done." Suzan smirked making Mark flinch. As fast as he could Mark pulled on his panties followed by the rest of his clothes. He didn't have time to thoroughly check if his panties were completely covered, but it would have to do. One thing was certain Mark didn't want to spend another minute in this horrible salon.
With his clothes on he rushed out as fast as his legs could cary him. Suzan was laughing heartedly seeing the frighted, embarrassed youth run out. This appointment had really made her day andshe really hoped she would get a chance to work some more on him.
Being on the street didn't make him feel any better though. It felt like all eyes were suddenly on him. Eyes of some pretty shady though looking guys. This kept him on edge during his whole walk to the bus station as well as the wait there. When the bus finally arrived, Mark felt relieved. He would finally get to go home and hide back up in his room. Sure, there might come Some questions as to why he didn't show up at the skatepark, but he felt nowhere near ready to go there. Especially not smelling like he did. He could always make up an excuse like losing track off time gaming or something like that. They certainly would buy into that.
Soon the bus arrived at it's stop in the suburbs leaving just a short walk between Mark and the safety of his room. Luckily, he encountered no one he knew. Smelling like he did that would have been mortifying.
Upon his arrival at his house he did have another panic attack though. On the front-step stood a big cardboard box labeled sissy Mark. As fast as he could he picked up the box and carried it up to his room. Upon opening the box, he found another pair of boxers in a zip lock bag, and another note as well.
"Hello sissy,
I hope you enjoyed your waxing. I also hope you haven't given my friend Suzan any trouble or I am afraid I will need to punish you. Anyways I'll find out when I give her a call. For now, however I have another task for you.
In the box you'll find a set of 10 webcams with integrated microphones. There are also two speakers. You have exactly one hour after me spotting you from your laptop cam to hook up the system. The webcams are supposed to cover every angle in both your bedroom and bathroom. Yes this includes your bath/shower or whatever. There also needs to be a speaker in each room.
This means that no matter where you are I should always have an eye on you until you leave your room entirely. So, go ahead and make it happen.
If you fail to comply I'm afraid I will be forced to leave a stack of your flyers at the gay bar down town. Before you get any illusions that they are probably to nice to really do anything with it, i want to inform you that that particular bar tends to the leather community. A few of them are even members of biker clubs like the outlaws and hells angles just to give you an idea.
Good luck faggot."
Once again Marks head was spinning. He hadn't even had time to process his trip to the salon yet and now this? It was too much; the webcams looked to be very high quality and would probably just gather even more blackmail material. That gay bar that was described in the note however sounded like a place he or his contact info wanted to be as far away from as possible. Hell, it sounded like just walking in there as a guy might get you raped. Let alone a guy wearing panties on a flyer with such provocative text.
Mark didn't know wether the claims of his blackmailer were true or not regarding the though crowd, but he didn't want those flyers anywhere. After all you could find people with ill intentions everywhere and they would be just the kind of people picking up a flyer like that.
10 minutes had already past since he entered the door with that box leaving him only 50 more to set up 10 webcams and speakers, which left him with no time at all to even hesitate. The threat and time pressure were more than enough to make him jump into action.
While installing the first webcam he shuddered over the sudden realisation that privacy was a thing of the past. Going forward everything, he said or did in his room would be watched and heard. He wouldn't evenbe able to go to the toilet in peace. It was a very worrying thought. Was it really that different though? He was already being watched trough his laptop camera after all. Of course, this was a whole world of difference, but Mark didn't want to think about it. Otherwise he might get cold feet and be in even more trouble.
As Mark moved around his room installing those web cams he noticed for the first time how weird his clothes actually felt now that his body was completely smooth. Before he had been so nervous only thinking about getting home that he hadn't noticed.
After installing the last webcam Mark noticed to his relief that he still had a few minutes to spare. When all of a sudden, a loud mechanical voice filled his room. "Good job sissy. Now strip completely so I can see how good of a job Suzan did. Afterwards you can put your panties back on and masturbate." Hearing this voice for the first time made Mark jump up in shock, at least he now knew what the speakers were for.
The voice sounded obviously computer generated so figuring out who was behind all this was impossible. Great now he wasn't only being watched but ordered around as well. With a loud sigh he stripped completely naked. His cheeks burned bright red as he revealed his smooth shiny body and worst of all his newly shaped and coloured pubic hair.
"Look at that, you look even more like a sissy than I considered possible. Well go collect your reward and have a nice wank smelling a real man." That same mechanical voice said mocking Mark. Reluctantly he put his panties back on. The soft fabric feeling weirdly erotic on his smooth cock and bottom.
With a bright blushing face, he got down on his bed and pulled the freshly worn boxers out of the plastic back and over his head. His cock instantly started against the purple fabric of his panties and a few minutes of jerking later he spurted a thick load into his panties. "Good sissy, you really seem to love that musky man scent." The mechanical voice Spoke up again much to Mark's embarrassment. Mark really didn't like this new addition.
In the house next door however, John was having a blast. His idea of those speakers was genius. Giving the sissy tasks had been fun but ordering him around in real time was so much more satisfying. Besides he now always had the perfect angle to build the site even further.
Even John had to admit that now Mark was totally smooth he looked, well he looked rather appealing. Mark certainly had a juicy booty and with that ugly mop gone of his face it actually looked pretty. Even with a beard Mark had had a baby face, but now it came out to its full extend. His kind of roundish facial structure and his bright green eyes certainly had something pretty about them.
There was still a lot of improvement to be had, like his unkept hair, the heavy brows, his dirty nails, … Well that's for another time. Suzan would probably be happy to help with that aspect. She had really out done herself with Marks pubic hair. The pastel pink heart carrying his initials really made his penis look cute and girly. It was perfect.
While not his original intend John was starting to think about actually putting Mark to use. After the transformation at the salon not only the power, but also just the look of Mark made his penis stir. It was kind of confusing since John considered himself completely hetero, but then again did Mark really count as a guy in the first place?
Over the course of the day John made Mark masturbate a few more times. Just because he could. seeing Mark carry out his orders instantly really got him going. He masturbated a few times alongside Mark as Well. Knowing that tomorrow the sissy would wear these boxers while masturbating.
Mark never left his room all day. Not even when his parents called out that the food was ready. He simply didn't dare since he reeked of lavender and cum. Besides what would they say when they saw his smooth face?
By the time the evening arrived Mark was exhausted he had masturbated more time than he could count, and his panties were one soggy messfrom all the time he came in them. Tired he went to the bedroom and pulled his panties down to pee. Just as he was about to start the speaker in the bathroom came to life. "Stop! Good sissies sit down to pee and so will you."
Embarrassed Mark let his panties drop to his ankles and sat down on the toilet. It felt so strange to do so when it wasn't to take a shit, but he didn't dare to refuse. Once he was ready the speaker started up once more. "Good sissy now wipe your little clitty."
Beet red Mark took a piece of toilet paper and dried the tip of his penis before finally getting up and sliding his cum soaked panties back in place.
"Goodnight sissy, and don't forget you still need to masturbate before you go to sleep." Defeated Mark crawled into bed, Pulled the nasty boxers over his head and started masturbating. His balls were completely drained so ittook a while but eventually he managed to get over the edge. Completely exhausted and humiliated he drifted off to sleep.