A Natural Sissy Part 8

When Amanda and I returned with the wine and three flutes, Brut had put Joelie face up on the coffee table, his head hanging off the end. It was obvious that, by kneeling, Brut had a straight passage down Joelie's throat at the angle presented. He wasted no time forcing his huge cock in as far as it would go. He held it in place until Joelie was about to pass out from lack of air, then backed out enough for the sissy to take a breath, then he forced his cock in again. It was a game for Brut. He continued this action over and over for almost ten minutes before he unloaded in Joelie's throat. The poor sissy almost drowned. When Brut released his victim and reached for the filled wine flute I offered, Joelie was gasping and coughing. Finally, Joelie was able to recover normal breating, and rolled himself from the coffee table onto the floor, sitting with his legs crossed like an Indian.

He kept trying to ask a question, but was interrupted for quite some time. Finally, exasperated he continued with his question anyway. "May I have something to drink? I need to rinse my mouth."

"Well, I don't know, Joelie." Then looking at Amanda, I asked, "Can the sissy have something to drink?"

"Sure. I brought his bottle." She rummaged through a satchel she had with her and pulled out a baby bottle filled with what looked like a slightly milky substance. The nipple of the bottle was a miniature cock about two inches long. "Here, sissy. Here's you bottle. Drink it all down like a good boi." She handed the bottle to him and he started sucking the cock-shaped nipple.

Brut asked before I could, "What's in the bottle?"

"His cum from a week of milkings. I save it in the refrigerator, and when the bottle's full, I give it to him to drink."

Brut spewed wine as he started laughing. Then he spoke. "I've heard of that, but I'm not sure how it's done." He broke out laughing again.

Amanda picked up the conversation.