To Serve and Protect Bk. 02

“To Serve and Protect,” Chapter 9

by c.w. cobblestone

Ken cursed the rising sun and covered his head with a pillow but he couldn’t make the day go away.

He hid in the dark until the tinkling in the bathroom and clinks from the kitchen announced that Rachel and Parks were awake. With a sigh, the bleary-eyed, frazzled cuckold sat upright. He knew he’d have to drag his ass out of bed and face his wife and her lover eventually, so he figured he might as well get it over with.

His entire body ached from spending a sleepless night frozen in one position. He planted his feet on the floor and perched on the edge of the mattress, rubbing his eyes and working up the courage to move. Drawing a butterfly breath, he willed his legs into action, rising and plodding through the guest room door.

Rachel looked up from the coffeemaker and adjusted the belt on her robe. “Hey, you.”

Ken stopped in his tracks. He opened his mouth to say something but no sound came out.

The toilet flushed and Parks strolled in from the bathroom wearing just boxers. “Morning, dude. How you holding up?”

Ken managed to croak two syllables: “Okay.”

Keeping his head down, Ken scuttled to the john and did his morning business. He returned to the living room just as Rachel drifted in from the kitchen with a steaming cup in each hand. She offered Ken his tea, garnished with the usual lemon wedge and dash of stevia. After a brief pause, he accepted it but was unable to meet her gaze. Rachel kissed his cheek before serving Parks’ coffee and joining her lover on the couch.

“Trent says you two had a talk last night.” Rachel smiled at Ken, who teetered in front of the sofa in his pajamas.

Ken dunked his teabag. “Y-yeah.”

“Honey, I’m sorry about the way it happened.” Rachel winced. “I had way too much to drink. I honestly didn’t want it to go down like that, Ken. But I’ve been trying to think of a way to bring this up for a while now, and I guess I just wanted to finally get it all out there. So, I kind of pushed the envelope.”

Ken scrunched up his eyebrows. “Is this why you started asking me questions a while back about what happened with Sandra when I was a kid? You never wanted to know anything about it before — you said it disgusted you. Creeped you out.”

“I know, honey, I’m sorry.” Rachel sighed. “I wasn’t very nice about it, was I? I guess I do take after my dad. I’m really sorry about that.”

“Um, that’s okay, Rachel.” Ken shambled over to the easy chair and settled in. “I know it was a shock for you to find out the way you did, with me not really being truthful and doing it behind your back. I know that wasn’t fair to you, honey, but I was so… embarrassed about it. I still am. It’s really fucking embarrassing, you know?”

Parks hunched forward. “Bro, I get it. You think I’m not embarrassed? Shit, I never fantasized about another dude before in my life. I mean, I ain’t no damn fag, believe me. But when Rachel told me you liked dressing up in women’s clothes… I… I just started thinking about you being my slave. And it fucking turns me on, bro. What can I say?”

Rachel tapped her beau’s knee. “This one’s into all that dominance and submission stuff. I don’t mind it a little rough, a little spank here and there, but nothing too much.”

“And I’m really a top, not a bottom, so that’s not an option for us. Her being dominant to me, I mean.” Parks folded his arms. “So… how about you, Kenny? Rachel says when you were a kid your big sister used to dress you up in her clothes and be mean to you… and now that turns you on?”

Ken looked away. “I… I don’t know, man. What the fuck. This is a fucking nightmare.”

“It’s okay, bro,” Parks said. “Like I said, this shit’s embarrassing for me, too. But fuck it — I’m not afraid to admit it. I’ve had fantasies about you, Ken… where you’re on your knees… wearing a pink tutu… while Rachel whips you, and pegs you with one of those huge dildoes with the bumps on it. And I’m there, too. You know, with you as our sex slave. For both of us. Blowjobs and stuff.”

Ken blanched while Rachel suppressed a snicker.

Parks tightened his lips. “So, does it turn you on to be treated like a sissy slave, Ken?”

Blinking a mile-a-minute, the humiliated hubby muttered, “I dunno… I… I mean, maybe… if she… um, if she did it.”

Rachel adjusted her robe. “You know, I was looking on some of the crossdresser websites trying to figure all this out, honey, and apparently a lot of guys who dress up are into other stuff, too. Did you ever hear of cuckold?”

Ken flinched, spilling tea.

Parks chuckled. “Yeah, he knows about it. What do you think, Kenny? Is that maybe something you might want to try?”

Ken’s jaw moved but his throat muscles weren’t working.

Rachel rose, sashayed across the room and perched on her husband’s thigh. With a mischievous grin, she reached under his pajama pants and started jerking him off. “Will you be our little sissy slave, Kenny? Would you like that? Huh? Would you like to be included in our sex life? Doesn’t that sound fun? I’m willing to try something new if you are, honey. Would you like it if I made you clean the house in your girly clothes? And whipped you? Or poked you in the butt with a big dildo? Would you like to be Trent’s slave, too, sweetie? Both of our slave?”

“I… I… aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Ken’s hips jerked, bounced and twitched as he shot Superman thunderbolts into his wife’s palm — by far the most powerful, testicle-churning orgasm he’d ever experienced.

Parks smirked. “I think that’s a yes!”

“To Serve and Protect,” Chapter 10

by c.w. cobblestone

Ken covered his face. It felt hot to the touch.

“Move your hands. Now!” As a police officer, Parks was used to giving commands and his tone was firm.

The petrified pansy dropped his arms to his sides and squeezed his eyes shut while bouncing on the balls of his feet.

Rachel squealed. “OMG, you look so cute. You did a great job on your makeup, honey. That teddy looks SO sexy on you… and those little socks are just darling.” Grinning, she reached forward to adjust the crotch. “Although THAT naughty thing seems to be getting in the way. Didn’t you just cum? You little horndog.”

“We should get him a cock cage.” Parks sneered. “How’s that sound, Kenny? Ever fantasize about having your cock locked up?”

Ken licked his lips and whispered, “yes.”

Parks cupped his ear. “I’m sorry, what’s that? I didn’t hear that right, Kenny — have you already forgot how you’re supposed to address me?”

Ken swallowed. “Um, yes, Master.”

“Attaboy, Kenny. We might make a slave out of you yet.” The cop grinned at his lady.

“This is so much fun.” She leaned in for a kiss.

The couple twisted tongues while Ken stood before them needing to pee. When the brief snog session ended, Parks eyeballed his new plaything.

“We’ve gotta do something about that name.” Parks looked his subject up and down.

Rachel grimaced. “Yeah, Ken isn’t a very good name for a sissy slave is it?” She smiled at her husband. “Do you have a name for yourself, honey? You know, in your fantasies?”

“I… I…”

“Come on, honey, tell us.”

“I… well, it’s…” Ken scratched his elbow. “Sorry. It’s really, really embarrassing.”

“Kenny.” Parks locked eyes with the twitchy crossdresser. “How many times do I have to tell you? There’s no such thing as being embarrassed around here anymore. Now, tell us. That’s an order.”

Ken gazed at his feet, which were encased in pink, ruffled ankle-socks that matched his teddy. “Um… my sister always called me… um, Cinderella.”

Rachel bit her lip to prevent a giggle from escaping. “Um… okay. And do you fantasize about being called Cinderella while you’re dressed up and being treated like a slave?”

Ken nodded, earning a quick reprimand from Parks: “Is that how you’re supposed to address her when she asks you a direct question, slave?”

“Sorry. Um, yes, Mistress.”

“Yes, Mistress what?” Rachel’s eyes danced.

“Um… yes, Mistress, I do think about being called that.”

“Do you think about it when you beat off?” Rachel smirked. “Being called Cinderella?”

Ken shut his eyes. “Yes, Mistress.”

“Then from now on that’s what we’ll call you. Cinderella.” Rachel turned to her boyfriend. “Sound good to you, babe?”

“Hell, yeah, it’s fucking hot.” Parks massaged his growing cock. “You know what? Do a little dance for us, Cinderella.”

Ken’s jaw dropped. “Wha… what?”

Parks twirled his finger. “You heard me. Dance, slave.”

The sissy wrung his hands. “I… I feel stupid.”

“DANCE, GODDAMN IT!” Ken bellowed, jolting Ken into action, although it was a half-hearted effort.

Rachel started a rhythmic clap. “Come on, Cinderella. Do it. Just like you did for Sandra. Dance for us, Cinderella.” She chanted in synch with her clapping: “Cin-der-el-la! Cin-der-el-la! Cin-der-el-la!”

His face burning hot, Ken swayed back and forth, feeling utterly ridiculous.

“Hang on.” Rachel thumbed through her cellphone and pressed a button. The first bouncy strains of Cyndi Lauper’s “Girls Just Want to Have Fun,” rang out, prompting a guffaw from the suspended cop.

“That’s the perfect song for a little girly slave.” Parks leaned forward and slapped Ken on his lacy ass. “Come on, sissy, let’s go, shake that moneymaker. And if you don’t show some goddamn enthusiasm and put a little more oomph into it, your ass is gonna be freshly-mowed grass. Now, let’s go, slave!”

Throwing inhibition to the wind, Ken went to town, prancing, skipping, twerking, snapping his fingers, licking his lips and shaking his hips. He released all the sissiness that had been bottled up inside him for years, putting everything he had into being as faggoty as possible while Rachel and Parks cuddled on the couch leering at the flouncy performance.

As the song faded out, Rachel pushed the “stop” button. She and Parks broke into applause.

“Good job, Cinderella.” Rachel grinned. “That was great, sweetie.”

“Yeah, good job, slave. You’re a natural-born sissy if ever there was one.” Parks smacked his lips. “Now, I’m getting a little hungry, there, Cinderella. How about running in the kitchen and whipping us up some grub?”