The Adventures of Crybaby
It was an unremarkable sky with bits of blue and mostly dingy gray clouds. This seemingly inauspicious view had but one feature, a strange cloud composed of streaking, sleeking, green swirls. It must have been something new or at least a form he was not familiar with, and yet something was there in the back of his mind or was it just his mind all along. He did not really know. They gathered around looking to him for leadership. He wondered how it all began or came this far. Pondering his mind as deeply as he could an explanation had not so fully arrived. Then his thoughts drifted to the beginning, yes the very beginning…
Once upon a time in a land of forgotten sissies there existed a strange machine. It was shiny and bright; and to all the sissies it seemed unimaginably beautiful. One by one they were lead to their shackles on the great sissy wall that had been constructed by the great sissy tree. Like a bunch of discarded cabbage heads they were lined up side by side. Not one sissy uttered a tear or a scream of foreboding, since each one knew the machine would bring ecstasy. However the silence of their fears was quelled, the crying of the anticipated ecstasy was another thing. Each sissy just cried and cried with the joys of what was about to happen. It was another day and a new milking began with the parade of sissies all in a row. He was there as well, but it wasn’t always this way. You see once he had a wife; a very pretty and perfect wife. He loved her very much but something was missing. She never seemed fulfilled. He knew deep down she had been faking her orgasms. Imagine the wasted little semen swimming upon a shore of undeniable emptiness as she waited for something big and never really felt the exciting train of mammoth proportions. Yes, he was small; he was utterly, pathetically, small. His penis was but the size of a small pinky with a little girth for good measure. How could any woman obtain pleasure from such a tiny obtrusion as this? Indeed, she could not. His wife could not bear another day of sexual frustration. Still, all was not lost. His brother was soon to arrive. Now here was a man; a real he-man. It was to be just the renting of a room to his younger brother who was displaced and needed somewhere to stay. It was a move Jonathan Gray would regret for the rest of his life. The start of a brand new love affair took off like a rocket between his wife, Susan and his brother, Jack. Jon pretended he did not know, but sometimes, in the middle of the night their pounding would wake him up and he could hear the rocking of the bed in his brother’s room. Up and down it went, and the squeaking sounds of the bed did not help to diminish the over inflated feeling of loss deepening inside his brain as his wife got the fucking of her life…and so he listened in,
“Oh fuck, yeah, right there…now harder, yes harder and faster…oh my god you are going to break me up inside!” Susan screamed.
“Shut up you fucking slut. You never had a cock this fucking big in your life until I came along. Now ride that dong you little whore. Come on make your daddy pop!” Jack said.
“Oh god I love it when you talk dirty and sleazy. It drives me crazy. I am going to cum all over your big, fat cock. That’s it…shoot me deep and hard you son-of-a-bitch!”
“Hey, hey, not too loud, bitch. You might wake up my brother.”
“Fuck him; I sometimes think an earthquake could not wake him from his slumber.”
Oh how wrong they were. For Jonny was weeping in his wife’s bed. It had gone on for more than a month now and there were no signs that it was about to diminish or burn out. If anything, the affair was burning to an even higher level.
(Secret plans he did not know of)
“I’m telling you just talk to her on the computer or even on your phone and discuss it with her. She will take care of everything for you.” Jack said.
“I don’t know about this. I don’t want to see him hurt you know.” Susan said.
“You still love that little dick don’t you?” Jack pierced into her eyes.
“How can a brother treat his own brother the way you do, Jack?”
“Look, Missy, he is a wimp and he will always been a wimp. I take what I want. He cries over it. For craps sake he is even wetting the bed. You told me that.”
“Yes, but that didn’t start until you played that nasty trick on him and put the bowl of water by his fingers.”
“Who the fuck cares, it is further proof that he is a total baby and should be treated as one.” Jack smirked.
“Well, I feel like I am abandoning him.” Susan’s eyes seemed sad. “I never meant for this to happen.” She said.
“Look, it is the only way to get the prick out of our hair. Just send him away for a while.”
“Well, who is the woman anyway?” Sue tugged at his waist and pulled him over for a kiss.
“She calls herself Mistress Cassie.” Jack stuck his tongue in her mouth.
“So who is she and where does she live?”
“She lives somewhere up north,” Jack said, “Some say she is a witch, others say she is this great hypnotist. Either way she will take care of him. She loves making sissies out of men.”
“I don’t know,” Susan said with some fear, “I don’t want to mess around with any witch.
“Then you had better call her up,” he laughed, “or I will get her after you.”
She pushed him back, “That’s not funny,” she said.
“She will give you a plan and take care of everything. Then we can be free to do that kinky thing you want me to do.”
She smiled, “You mean tying me to my ironing board that is hanging in the closet and whipping close pins off my nipples?”
“Oh, I will do much more than that.”
“Hey now,” she said, “You know that idea was put in my head by you, you nasty boy.” He quickly slapped her across the face,
“Don’t you ever call me a boy again!” He said. She was shocked and he just walked away.
(A plan is put into motion)
“Come along now, honey, we need to get going.” Susan said.
“I don’t understand. Why do we have to drive fifty miles to get some item for a baby shower?” Jonathan said.
“They have certain things you just can’t get in the local department stores.” She looked back at him briskly while she opened the front door.
“But, Crybaby Island, what the hell kind of a store is named that?” He shouted to her as she got in the driver’s seat of the car and he followed in.
“It is perfectly appropriate for babies like you.” She laughed.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” His head jerked around.
“Oh, nothing, it is just that you are acting like a big baby right now and whining all the time. Perhaps I should get you some diapers…you know…for that bed wetting problem you’ve got.” She smirked.
“I told you that was an accident. Jack played another prank on me.” He grimaced.
“I was only kidding. This store is for toddlers so that’s why it is named that and that is why we are going, now end of story!” Whenever she got firm he would always cave in.
Row upon row of baby items almost anything that anyone could ever conceive of. It was all there housed at Crybaby Island. Up and down the aisles the carts went to and fro. They were like rows of cages on wheels moving at different speeds. It was a dizzying sight perpetuated by the motions of people who were trying to find things all sorts of things. It was like a warehouse of toys and frills for baby joys. No one went unnoticed and few realized that the store was just a front for the real Crybaby Island.