Jordan was sending his Daddy a photo, showing his Daddy that he was dressed up just the way his Daddy wanted, with bright pink fishnet stockings and matching pink panties, cut to show off the boi’s puusy while providing the minimal covering that the law required for his pussy-lips and his boy-clit. Even though Jordan had dressed up this way a number of times before for his Daddy’s amusement, he couldn’t help blushing in embarrassment. He’d been a super-jock in college, lettering in three different sports, and he could only imagine what his ex-teammates would think if they could see him now, see him the way he was going to be walking into The Devil’s Den in less than an hour.
Jordan had been his Daddy’s fuck-bitch for over a year and had long since become accustomed to all the ways his Daddy – and his Daddy’s friends – liked to use the boi. One thing Jordan had discovered early on was that nothing gave his Daddy more pleasure than publicly humiliating Jordan. Therein lay the rub.
While at first Jordan had been mortified and humiliated when he was ordered to strip buck naked in the backrooms of the bars Daddy frequented, and allow total strangers to ream out his pussy, while all their friends stood around and mocked Jordan as a slut, over time Jordan had not only gotten use to being publicly whored-out, he’d actually come to enjoy it. Servicing MEN was what being a bitch-boi was all about and Jordan’s Daddy had long since convinced Jordan that he was most certainly a bitch-boi.
Not surprisingly, Jordan’s Daddy soon realized this was happening and changed his tack. One night, they entered The Devil's Den and, instead of leading Jordan to the backroom, he brought him into the bathroom, where he stripped the boi naked, positioned him on his knees between two urinals, and told Jordan this was where he’d be spending the entire night.
Jordan thought he’d die of shame that first night as dude after dude walked up to him, most of them either smirking or openly laughing at him.
But bitch-boi's, being what they are, have an almost unlimited capacity to acclimate themselves to uses they are frequently put. It took Jordan a long time, but eventually he reached a point where serving for total strangers seemed perfectly normal, simply a part of his life as his Daddy's boi.
Once again, Jordan’s Daddy had to devise a new way to publicly humiliate his boi and that was when he hit upon the idea of making Jordan dress up in woman’s lingerie when he appeared in the bars. The MAN figured, correctly as it turned out, that an ex-jock like Jordan would find being dressed like that particularly mortifying. Jordan definitely did.
The hoots and guffaws that greeted him when he walked into one of the bars the first time dressed in his pink panties and stockings and stiletto heels actually made him tear up. He could feel his skin burning as his entire body turned a brilliant scarlet. He'd never been so humiliated, and being his Daddy's boi, that was saying a lot. He wanted to crawl under a rock.
The thing was that, unlike his experiences in having to sexual service total strangers, the abject embarrassment Jordan felt in wearing lingerie didn’t lessen over time. Anything, Jordan felt each appearance more mortifying than the earlier ones. The boi absolutely hated appearing in public in his lingerie so, of course, his Daddy made it the standard dress for all Jordan’s trips to the bars.
Tonight was no different. Just thinking about walking into the bar dressed the way he was had Jordan’s stomach in knots. He was afraid he wouldn’t be able to keep from crying when his entry was greeted – as it always was – by a cacophony of laughter and shouted insults by all the regulars. But what could Jordan do? He had to do whatever his Daddy wanted. He had no choice in the matter.
With a heartfelt sigh, Jordan was about to put down the phone when it zinged that a text message had just come in. It was from Jordan’s Daddy and it read, “Bitch, there’s a package for you on the bureau. Open it and put it on and then send me a pic.”
Jordan had seen the package before but had known better than to open it without instructions to do so. Now he walked over to the bureau and picked it up. His hands were literally shaking as he opened it. When he saw what was inside he couldn’t keep from moaning aloud. He was actually crying when he reached in and extracted a flimsy satin bra, its pink a perfect match for the panties and stockings he was already wearing.
Jordan’s hands were still shaking as he put the bra on, and it took him a while to work the latch in the back. Once he managed that, he turned around and looked at himself in the mirror. He couldn’t keep from sobbing aloud as he looked at himself, as he saw the way the bra just seemed to mold itself to his pecs but leave both nipples clearly on display, providing an open invitation for any MAN to squeeze and twist Jordan’s puckered tits. Combined with the panties and stockings, the bra made Jordan look like the biggest sissy-slut imaginable, the type of boy-whore who had no self-respect, the total antithesis of the type of masculine dude Jordan had always tried to project himself as.
Just standing in his own bedroom looking at himself in the mirror, Jordan was more mortified than he had ever been in his life. And he couldn’t even imagine the humiliation he’d feel when he walked into the Devil’s Den later tonight.
Jordan was still weeping when he picked up his phone and took a photo and then sent it to his Daddy. And when his Daddy saw the way Jordan looked, saw the tears streaking down the boy’s cheeks, his hard cock just throbbed in his pants. Jordan’s Daddy knew he was going to have a great time at the bar tonight. A great time. It would just be the first of many, many more.
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