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Once back, he shucked off his clothes and applied the hair removal cream. After waiting twenty minutes, Rich showered and washed the cream and all his body hair away. Then he took the pack of women’s panty briefs, picked a pink one, and put them on. Rich gazed in the mirror at his smooth body and the lack of bulge in his panties and sighed. He didn’t know why he wanted to humiliate himself like this, but some deep instinct drove him onward.
Rich went to the kitchen and got to work. He cooked an elaborate breakfast fit for a King. The landlord heaped servings of scrambled eggs slow-cooked with gruyere topped with scallions and shallots, bacon, and fresh fruit. He baked scones and hand-squeezed orange juice with the coffee and ice water. Hours later, when it was all finally done, Bob emerged. He was in the same spot on a lawn chair in front of the pool, legs spread, and an obscenely large man’s cock unfurled over his belly. Once the food was ready, Rich took a deep breath and brought it outside on a teetering tray.
Bob’s face lit up, grinning broadly. Rich could tell the old man was delighted by the food and what it meant for Rich to serve Bob dressed in nothing but pink panties. The young man displayed his smooth body for Bob in women’s underwear, which mocked his lack of manhood.
“Well, this looks lovely, little Dick. What a treat,” Bob said, smiling.
The man’s words were sickeningly sweet, dripping with sarcasm and contempt. He sat up in his chair and adjusted the back to be upright. Bob stared at Rich’s groin and snickered at his ridiculous pink panties.
“Aren’t you just the best little sissy girl, huh?” He cackled at his jibe.
Like a waiter, Rich stood over him at a respectful distance as the old man dug into the feast. The sissy felt ridiculous in the pink panties he brought that morning. Bob devoured the food. Demanding other things, second helpings.
“More coffee, sissy boy,” he barked in between bites, his mouth filled with eggs, slapping Rich’s bare hip with his empty cup.
“Yes, sir.”
To which Bob chuckled brusquely, and Rich hurried back into the house.
“More toast, now.”
As the sissy turned to obey his order, Bob slapped his pantied backside roughly, causing the young sissy to jump and yelp.
“Yes, sir.”
Rich scrambled back to the kitchen and hastily made more toast for the old man.
“Put that strawberry jelly on the toast for me, sissy boy. With butter, too,” he ordered.
Rich felt ridiculous waiting on the old man in nothing but pink panties. His hand quivered as he applied the condiments to the toast, then put them back on the plate.
“More.”
He added a heaping of butter and jelly to the toast. Bob roughly swiped one of the pieces right out of Rich’s hand and tossed the entire thing into his mouth. The old man idly wiped the butter and jam from his hands onto the sissy’s bare stomach, smearing the food into his abdominals. Bob was using the young male like a napkin, and he wasn’t even looking.
“There better fucking be more bacon for me, sissy boy,” he said and glowered at Rich threateningly.
The self-proclaimed sissy felt fear and anxiety over his already churning stomach. “Yes, sir, of course.”
Thank goodness there was, but Rich shuddered with a sickening realization that he would have jumped in his car, gone to the grocery store, and bought more for Bob if there wasn’t. When the sissy returned, Bob snatched one of the bacon pieces and added it to his full mouth. Rich stood beside him respectfully, eyes averted. Still, occasionally he couldn’t help but steal glances at the huge cock which coils out from the old man’s dense white pubic bush and his two pendulous balls like goose eggs rolling out from a hairy ball sack.
He got a sickening pang of humiliation, realizing that Bob’s mammoth flaccid cock was more than twice as long than the achingly hard boner currently tenting his pink panties. Rich stood there like an idiot as the old man devoured his offerings. Bob was among the noisiest eaters he had ever heard, grunting steadily like an animal. The old man had a truly bottomless appetite and nonexistent table manners, and for some reason, Rich was impressed. For some reason, he admired what anyone else would be disgusted by.
Such a manly appetite, it seemed, with no womanly vanity or thought of calories. Once again, Bob wiped bacon grease off his fingers and onto Rich’s pink panties and leg, leaving a greasy stain on the material. The man didn’t thank the sissy once, but his noisy, pleased groan as he consumed the meal was all the praise Rich needed.
When Bob was finally done, he let out a thunderous belch in Rich’s direction. The strong acidic smell hit the sissy immediately as he leaned into the table to clear the empty plates. The coarse gray hair coating the man’s entire body tickled his bare thigh. Rich returned to Bob by the pool once he had washed the dishes. He moves the serving tray, completely decimated but for some condiments melting in the sun.
“Leave it,” Bob barks, his white goatee glistening with butter.
“Can I get you anything else, sir?”
“No, boy, park your cute little butt right here.”
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