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More Than I Wanted

By: gbr2004



This story involves man to man sex with bondage, discipline and forced fem involved. If not your thing, please disregard. Enjoy feedback and suggestions. Hope you enjoy. 

I need to tell someone about what has happened to me. My name is Steve. I'm 28, single white man, 5'9, 140 pounds, brown hair and blue eyes. I work out at the gym three days a week mainly trying to stay firm, not really into building up a lot of muscle. I'm not very hairy except on legs with just a little hair on chest and a smooth ass.  I had lived with a girlfriend for 3 years until about a year ago. We got along alright but think we both got rather bored with our relationship and we split up on good terms. I had been straight my whole life.

Before we split up, I used to go to gay chat rooms when I was home alone and talk with men some about my fantasies and theirs. You see, I had been having fantasies about being submissive to another man for the last couple years. As long as I was with my girl, I really only messed around online occasionally. Once we were separated, the time I spent online increased significantly. I talked to lots of guys, some from Vegas where I live, sometimes to men all over the US. Often they were dominant men and we would discuss my desires to submit to a dominant man. Sometimes, it would just be discussions about what doms expect from the subs and what kind of things I would like to experience, other times we got into roleplay, fantasizing on what would happen if we were to meet in various situations. Often, the roleplay involved things I would never do for real, especially the public scenes, but most times, they were still very hot and it would make me think even more about doing something for real. I enjoyed it all but could never agree to meet with a dom man for real.  I just couldn't cross over that line.

One night I was in a vegas m4m room when I got an IM from a man named Mike. His profile said he was 48, 6'1, 220, single and that he also worked out and was in good shape. The thing that really caught my eye was that he said he liked being in control of things. Did he mean another man I wondered? I answer his IM saying hello and it didn't take long to find out if my thoughts were correct.  His first words to me were "Are you looking for a real man, boy?"

It caught me rather off guard but did start me thinking. My reply was to tell him that I had been thinking about other men more lately but had never been with a man before. 

"What do you think about when you think of other men, boy?" he asked.

I told him that my fantasies usually involve being submissive to another man and be made to do as told. I also explained that it was just a fantasy and I didn't know if I could do it for real. 

"I understand what you are saying boy but what it sounds like it to me is that you need a real man in your life," was his reply.

Again I tried to explain to him that meeting someone for real was hard for me to do.

"You know what you need boy, I will be at O'Reilly, the bar on Trop and Durango. Be there in hour. Stand to the right of the door, hands behind your back till I come for you," he tells me like I have no choice but to obey.

I remember how I thought that wasn't going to happen. I'm not going to go running to some bar to meet a stranger I had only spoken to for a few minutes.

"You will never regret coming boy, this will be your only chance," his next IM stated. He then signed off.

I sat there rather stunned thinking how strange that all was. He must really expect people to do what he says I remember thinking. I looked at his profile again and his stats matched the kind of man I always fantasized about. I tried not to think about even doing it. I didn't even know what he looks like. But the other side of my brain was working on me. 'This is what you think about all the time Steve. What can it hurt Steve, you will be in a bar with other people, if you aren't comfortable, just leave.' It turned into a hell of an argument.

I sat back and had a hit off a pipe, some good weed always make me think better I remember thinking. Right!!! The only think smoke really does is make me more horny and submissive so the next thing I know I'm looking through my clothes for something to wear. I remember being so nervous, felt like I was on my first date, and a blind date to boot. I ended up in some tan dockers and a polo shirt. I take a couple more hits and a joint for the road and hit the door. I remember driving there, almost turning around a couple times but didn't want to wimp out. What can it hurt? I pulled up to the bar, sitting in my car almost in a panic. Finally I opened the car door and walked to the bar. I think it will be easier for me to tell you what happened if I tell you like it's happening now.

I open the bar door and step inside. It's rather dark but I can see a half dozen people at the bar and a few more in some booths in the back. I move to the right of the door and stand there. I don't see anyone looking my direction and then I remember what he said about putting my hands behind my back so I do it. I feel foolish just standing there like that and put my hands back down to my side. This isn't working I think as I start to turn to leave.

"Where you going boy?" I hear a voice beside me. I don't know where he came from.

"I was supposed to meet someone here," I say nervously, my voice almost cracking.

"You are on time boy, that is good, follow me," his voice deep and commanding.

I follow him to a booth in the back. Looking him over as we walk, his profile didn't lie. He looks very masculine, definitely works out a lot, in a pair of jeans, black boots and a long sleeved black shirt. His hair is black and combed back. As he slides in the booth I slide into the other side, really seeing his face clearly for the first time. Masculine look, 5:00 shadow, he has the looks of an executive out for a drink. Definitely, white collar man I think. I have to cater to them enough at work to have no trouble recognizing the signs.

"Hello boy, what's your name?" he asks.

"Its Steve and I don't know..." I start to say when he interrupts me.

"I'm Mike, you may call me Sir, boy", is his reply.

Embarrassed to look him in the eye but play along with him,"Hello Sir."

"Didn't think you would come boy, thought you would probably wimp out on me," he says.

"I almost did more than once, I don't know if I'm ready for anything yet," I answer.

"Anything yet Sir," he states.

It takes me a minute to understand what he's talking about then realize what he expects, "Yes Sir. Have you...?" Again, he interrupts me. 

"Boy, I will ask the questions here, do you think you can understand that?" he says. "Look at me boy."

I look up at him, know my face is red, "Yes Sir." His eyes are on mine and I soon have to break the eye contact and look down again.

"I can tell that you are definitely in need of a real man to straighten you out boy. You don't know what the fuck you want, do you?" his voice calm but penetrating.

I can't believe he is talking to me like this. Why does he think he knows anything about me? I should get up and just leave but I don't. Instead out comes a weak, "I guess not...Sir," I remember to add after a seconds hesitation.

"Go to the bar and get us a couple beers boy," he tells me.

I get up and go to the bar. Damn, this man isn't lying when he says he likes to be in charge. Don't know if I'm up to being treated like this but in back of mind realize this is just the kind of things I fantasize about. I guess that explains why I buy the beers and return to his booth. I sit down and as I look at him I see him checking me out.

"You have a nice ass boy," he says, "rest of you not bad either."

"Thanks I guess," I answer.  Being talked to like this is so strange. I glance around to see if anyone can hear us but don't see anyone very near us that that relaxes me some.

"I think you mean 'thank you Sir', don't you boy?" he says as he stares at me. 

Looking down, "Thank you Sir," I say softly.

"That's what I mean boy, I've had to tell you that twice already. You really ought to pay attention when a real man decides to spend some time with you," he says, his voice very serious.

Feels like I'm being scolded like a little boy. Still looking down, "Yes Sir."

"I find you interesting boy but I don't want to waste my time on a stupid boy, are you stupid boy?" he asks of me.

"No Sir," I say wanting to sound pissed off but figure it doesn't sound that way to him.

"Then maybe you just don't like being told what to do boy. Is that it?" he says to me.  "No Sir I'm sorry, It's just...," I start to tell him. 

"So you do like being told what to do boy?" he asks of me. "Do you need a real man to tell you what to do?"

"I don't know Sir, I think about it a lot but I don't know if I can do it for real," I reply.

"Look at me boy," he says.  When I do, he asks, "Do you want me to tell you what to do boy?"

I look at him and can't help myself, I nod yes.

"Answer me boy," he commands.

"Yes Sir, I want you to tell me what to do," I say my voice weak and unsure.

"Go to the men's room, take your underwear off and throw them away," he states coldly.

I start to reply but see the look on his face and realize this must be a test so I get up and go into the men's room, get into a stall and take my slacks off. I'm so nervous my hands are shaking. I can't believe that I'm actually here with a dom man and that I'm doing this just because he told me too. I pull my jockeys down and put my slacks back on.  It really feels weird to have my cock hanging free in my slacks. Then I leave the stall, throw my jockeys in trash can, covering them with trash. Look in the mirror and realize if anyone really looks they might see its outline in my pant leg. I go out to the booth and get ready to sit down when he stops me. 

"Come stand in front of me boy," he orders.

When I do, his hand reaches out and he grabs my crotch. I try to move away but he holds me tight.

"Just checking boy," he says as he releases me.

I look around, it doesn't look like anyone saw what happened and I slide into the booth across from him again.

"I don't know about this Sir," I am getting very nervous about this.

"You don't have to know about anything boy, you just need to do as you are told," he states. "I will not do anything to put you at any risk boy, I understand discretion is important. You must learn to trust that I have your best interests in mind."

"But, I need..." I start to say.

"I know what you need boy," he says flatly, "It's time for us to leave. You will follow me to my house. We will spend a couple hours together then you may go, if you don't want to meet again, I will understand."

"But Sir..." I start again.

"If you don't want to walk out of here holding hands, you will be a good boy and get up and walk to the door now," he tells me firmly.

Not wanting that one bit, I get up and head for the door. I can feel him behind me. Outside he points to his car and tells me where we are heading. Feeling almost out of control but also wanting this, I decide to follow him. Know he is giving me a chance to get out of situation if I want but I follow him to his house unsure of what might happen when we get there.

He pulls up to a nice house, the garage door opens and he drives in and motions for me to park on other side of garage. He closes the garage door and we get out and go into the house. It's very nice, decorated expensively. He leads me into the living room, motions for me to sit down. I sit down on his couch and he leaves the room coming back in a minute with a couple beers. He sits down in a large black leather chair.

"Are you alright Steve?" he asks, his voice softer.

"Yes, I guess so, but I'm very nervous," I answer, then remembering and almost panicking, "Sir."

"It's time for you to find out more about yourself Steve and I'm here to help you do that if you will trust me." Again he states, "I will not take you further than you want to go Steve."

"I do want to do that Sir but I really don't know how I will react to things I have never done or really even been exposed to," I tell him.

"Do you want my help Steve?" he asks his voice calm and soothing.

"Yes Sir," I answer, feeling I can't stop now or I will always wonder what might have happened.

"Then come kneel down in front of me and ask to be my boy Steve," he tells me.

I get up slowly and walk over near him. It feels so strange to go down to my knees on the carpet in front of his chair. Embarrassed to look up, I say softly, "Can I be your boy Sir?"

"Will you do as told boy?" he asks.

"Yes Sir," I answer.

"Will you trust me boy?" he asks.

"Yes Sir," I answer.

"You understand that if you displease me or if I feel it's necessary, you will be punished boy," he asks.

"Yes Sir," I reply, but the thought of discipline does get my attention. I have fantasized about it but never experienced it at all. I wasn't even spanked as a kid so I'm not sure how I will react to it if it happens. He gets up out of the chair.

"Stay," he says, like you would address a dog. He leaves the room going back to the bedroom area. I feel stupid, staying on my knees, but figure I better stay where I am. Don't think I want to make him mad at me. Finally he returns. "Get up boy," he orders.

After I get up, he takes my arm and leads me to a bedroom in the back.

"Go in there and undressed, then put on the clothes on the bed. Come back to the living room when dressed," he tells me.

I go into the bedroom and he shuts the door behind me. I see a rose colored robe on the bed and nothing else. It looks like it's made of silk or satin. I undress, and pick up the robe and put it on. It's very short, coming to just the bottom of my ass cheeks and has a sash that fits around the waist. When I look at the bed I see a small thong of the same color and material on the bed. It must have been under the robe. I pull it up my legs, the material so soft and smooth. They feel good but are so small. My cock sticks out the top of them and I find the only way I can get my cock hidden is to tuck it back between my legs. I go look at myself in the full length mirror. The image looks pretty fem or faggy I think to myself. My crotch even looks flat with my cock tucked back between my legs. Can I go out like this?  Let another man see me in this outfit? Don't know if I have a choice in the matter and decide to just do it.

I fasten the sash around me hiding my thong and go back into the living room. Having my cock tucked, makes me take smaller steps and I can feel that it's making my ass sway more as I walk. He is facing away from me leaning on the fireplace. He has undressed, wearing just a black leather jockstrap, black boots with a small amount of white socks displayed above the boots. Black leather armband define both biceps. I can see his back muscles and realize he is even better shape than I thought at first. He hears me and turns around. 

"My, my, you look so much better boy," he tells me.

"Thank you Sir, I guess," I answer, so embarrassed.  His chest is defined, some black hair on his pecs and a trail heading down into his jock. I consciously force myself not to look at his crotch.

"Come over in front of me Steve," he commands.

I walk over in front of him, stopping a couple steps away. He reaches out, touching my chin, and lifting my face making me look at him.

"You look so much better when you aren't pretending to be a man," he says.

Shocked that he would say that, don't know what to say, so just stand there taking it. His hand reaches for my face, my reflexes make me start to move but I stop myself. His hand touches my cheek.

"You are a cute boy and we will have a fine time if you will trust me,' he tells me. "Do you trust me?"

His hand still on my cheek as I answer softly, "Yes Sir, I trust you."

He takes my arm, leads me to a door and then down some stairs into the basement. It furnished nicely. He leads me over to a ceiling support. It's a metal post about 6" diameter. He moves me to where my back is against the post. I feel the cold metal as I lean against it. He moves over to a table and comes back with a leather cuff. 

"Lift your arm boy," he commands.

"Sir, I don't know...," I say before he interrupts me again.

"Quiet boy, you said you trust me, didn't you?" he asks of me.

"Yes Sir, but...," I start.

"Lift your arm boy," he repeats.

Slowly, I lift my arm and watch as he fastens my wrist into the cuff. It's padded so at least I don't have to worry about marks I think to myself. Then he returns to the table and when he returns he just looks at me till I finally lift my other arm and watch him cuff my other wrist. I'm nervous but don't know how to stop him without the chance of screwing up the whole thing. He pulls my arms behind me and out of my sight, takes a padlock and locks the rings on the cuffs to a metal ring welded onto the back of the post. 

I try and move my hands and realize that I can't move them from the back of the pole. I start to panic and he notices and rubs my cheek softly.

"Relax boy, nothing bad is going to happen to you," he says his voice calm. He walks over to the table and picks up a big joint. "You like getting high, didn't you say?" 

"Yes Sir, I think I could use that right now," I reply, hoping it will help me relax. He lights it up and takes a big hit and then brings it over to me and holds it while I take a big hit. We share the joint, its good shit, and soon I'm very high and feeling much more relaxed.

"Thank you Sir, I needed that," I tell him feeling better about what's happening.

"I like it too boy," he says as he goes over and sits down in a black leather chair. All the furniture in the room is in same motif, black leather and oak. "It's time to play boy."

He picks up a bell and rings it. Another door in the room opens and in walks another guy. I stare at the guy. He looks to be about 5'6, maybe 120 pounds with long blonde hair, well past his shoulders. A guy could not look more like a flaming fag is he tried...I'm shocked to see another man here.

He is wearing a baby blue tshirt, very tight and cut off right below his pecs. He has a pair of white hot pants on, low hip hugger hot pants, can't be 6" wide. They are skin tight also. He is also wearing white 5" spiked high heels. It looks like he is almost standing on his toes. He has some makeup on. His lips are pink and very wet looking, his eyes colored with eyeshadow that matches his tshirt and his eyelids sprinkled with silver sparkles. Also the way he walks, leaves no doubt just how much of a faggot this guy is.

"Hey, you never mentioned anything about another guy being here," I tell him as he just sits there in the chair.

The flamer starts giggling, "He's very cute Sir but his manners are atrocious." His voice matches his persona.

"Yes," the dom answers, "he really is having trouble addressing me properly but I'm sure he can be trained."

The fag poses, touching his chin, "Yes Master, I'm sure you can make sure he behaves," he says giggling again. His voice is the type that drives men crazy, so faggy. "Are you really going to let me play with him?"

"Sir, please, we never said anything about another guy, especially a guy like this," I plead.

"Don't you think I'm cute?" the fag asks, posing again, throwing his hip out like a girl would.

"Sir, I ...," I start to say.

"One more whining fucking word out of you boy and I will fit you with a gag I promise you won't like," the dom tells me. "You will answer us when we ask you a question and that is all I fucking want to hear from you, UNDERSTAND?" 

I don't think he is kidding so I shut up, looking down. My mind still spinning from the pot and I watch as the fag go puts on some music and starts moving to the music, giving the dom and me a show, trying to look as seductive as he can.  He starts moving closer to me, till his face is only about a foot from mine. 


More Than I Wanted Ch. 02



Please read Chapter One before reading this to help you understand what is happening. This story involves man on man sex, forced fem, bondage, discipline and humiliation. If not your thing, please go to a different story. Enjoy hearing feedback and ideas about my stories.


Waking up the next morning, the events of my meeting the previous evening come back to me. I can't believe that I have put myself into this kind of situation and not really sure how I can get out of it. I head for the shower and glance at myself in the mirror. I stop, shocked, when I see my hairless body and more events from last night come back to me. Damn, I was so stupid to meet with a stranger like I did but really never thought anything like this would happen to me.

I get into the shower and the hot water is so refreshing but it does make my ass sting and when I rub it, can still feel the soreness from the paddling I received. I look back and can see it's still rather red but no bad bruises. I'm surprised because I can remember how much it hurt. My body feels strange as I soap up, so smooth and slick. It feels good but I can imagine what my buddies would say if they saw me like this.

I get dressed, putting my suit on, looking in the mirror to make sure everything looks normal.  I feel nervousness about going to work wondering if Mike will fuck with me at work. He said he wouldn't if I did what he said but still. What will I do if he does do something to mess with me?  My job is so important to me since my savings are minimal and jobs are so scarce right now.

I drive to work and go into the office. Everything seems ok and I relax some and get to work but the nervousness doesn't leave me.  The hours pass and nothing happens and finally the day ends. Thank god, nothing happens.  Maybe he was kidding and is going to leave me alone. I go home and check my computer and nothing there either.  I roll up a joint and sit back and get high and relax. Some of my favorite shows are on and I watch them and go to bed. Feel so much better now. Maybe he was fucking with me, just trying to scare me.

Next day is the same, nothing happens and the soreness in my ass passes. I'm so glad that he is leaving me alone. I can get my life back to normal and play online but it will take a lot for me to meet with someone else again. I realize what a bad position it can put you in if you meet someone like Mike. 

The week passes and every day, my worries fade and a little of my cockiness comes back. It's Friday and looking forward to weekend. Start flirting with girls at work again but know I can't do anything till my hair grows back. Around three in the afternoon, the phone rings and I answer it.

"You have 15 minutes to get to the 4th floor of the parking garage Stef," the voice commanding and firm. "Do not disappoint me fag."

I look around nervously, no one paying any attention to me.  Trying to figure out an excuse and best I can do is Starbucks. I get up and stick my head into boss's office. "Tom, I need a boost, going to run down to Starbucks and get a latte," I relay to him.

"Bring me one too, will you?" he responds.

"Sure Tom, see you in a bit," I answer and leave and go the elevator and take it up to the 4th floor. My nerves are shot. Damn, he said he wouldn't mess with me if I did as he said. I leave the elevator and start looking around till I see Chrissy waving at me from back in the corner of the garage.

Oh fuck, I can't believe she is down here. No way can I be seen with her I think to myself. I start walking over to her and realize she isn't alone. With her is another flamer about her size. Both of them are in tight jeans, Chrissy in a white blouse, the other fag in a red blouse. Chrissy smiles at me when I get near them, and waves at me like a girl would.

I look around and don't see anyone else on this floor of the garage. "What are you doing here?" I ask her. When I look closer, I can see both of them must have bras on with fake tits that stretch the front of their blouses. "I can't be seen with you here, he promised if I did what he wanted, he would leave me alone at work," my voice excited and nervous.

"Well hello to you too Stef," Chrissy replies. "I was hoping our time together might have had a better impression on you."

I remember the severe paddling she gave me before kicking me out the door and know that she has two sides to her, the sweet fem side and the bitch side. "I'm sorry but he said he wouldn't mess with me at work," my voice almost pleading.

"He said he wouldn't expose you Stef," Chrissy tells me. "And as far as I can see no one is watching," she tells me.  She looks at the other fag with her. He has long brown hair and some makeup on.  "This is my friend Angel, isn't she pretty?"

I look at him and he is really kind of pretty. You can tell that he is a boy but with the makeup and long hair looks very feminine. "Hello Angel," I say to him.

"I was telling her all about you and she wanted to meet you Stef," Chrissy tells me.

Makes me even more nervous when I realize she is telling other people about me. "Chrissy, I have to get back to work.  I can't afford to blow this job." She grabs my arm and pulls me away from Angel a little way. 

"I think I told you how you are to behave when we are together Stef," she tells me holding my arm tightly. "Do you want me to tell him how you are behaving around my friends?"

"No Chrissy, but…" I start to answer when she interrupts.

"You will act properly and go tell Angel how pretty she is and give her a kiss Stef," she tells me, "or maybe I can walk you back to your office. And don't forget to act like a proper sissy unless you want to feel the paddle again pussyboy."

I stand there looking at her but she doesn't flinch. I turn around and start to Angel, trying to walk like Chrissy does, taking small steps and swishing my hips. I see Angel smiling at me when I get close to her. "Angel, I think you are very pretty and it's so nice to meet you," I tell her trying to make my voice sound more feminine and then I lean over and give her a quick kiss.

"You will be so pretty too Stef," Angel tells me. Then she looks at Chrissy and Chrissy nods. Suddenly Angel drops to her knees and reaches for my slacks. I jump back a little but Chrissy has moved behind me.

"Stand still Stef," Chissy tells me as I feel Angel unzip my slacks. "I promised her a treat if she would meet me today."

I feel her hand move into my slacks and she pulls my cock out of my pants and then I feel her warm mouth suck me into her mouth. Her mouth feels so good as Chrissy stands behind me, holding both my upper arms in her hands.

"Doesn't her mouth feel good on your cock Stef?" Chrissy asks of me.

"The life of a sissy isn't so bad, is it?" she whispers in my ear, her breathe hot. "Look at her, she's so pretty and seems to love your cock". 

I look down and watch as she sucks my cock in and out of her mouth. She looks up at me, smiles and then takes my cock all the way into her mouth. I can feel it slide down her throat and it feels so awesome. Meanwhile, Chrissy is nibbling on my neck and I can't stop myself from moaning. Angel continues and her mouth is so warm and wet that I can't control myself and I feel my cock swell and I fill her mouth with my hot cum.

"Good girl Stef," Chrissy tells me and I feel Angel putting my cock away. "Now it's time for your reward", she says, tightening the grip on my arms.

Angel stands up in front of me and moves closer and I know she is going to kiss me and have a feeling what my reward is and I try to move away but Angel grabs the sides of my face and Chrissy holds me as Angel brings her lips to mine. I hold my lips tight not letting her tongue press into my mouth.

"Do you want me to walk you back to your office?" Chrissy asks, definitely a threat.

Knowing I can't let that happen, I open my lips and Angel's tongue slides into my mouth. As we kiss, she pushes more of my cum into my mouth and makes me share it with her.

"Don't you just love the taste of your own cum Stef?" Chrissy whispers in my ear. "You must never waste cum, it will help you become more of a pussyboy."

Finally, Angel breaks the kiss and they watch as I swallow my cum. Trying to get the taste out of my mouth but it's so strong that it's impossible.

"You better get back to work Stef," she tells me, "don't want your coworker to know what a bad girl you are." They both laugh and give each other a quick kiss and walk away holding hands.

I stand there, not believing what just happened. What would have happened if anyone would have seen us? Realize that I'm shaking but try to compose myself and then head for the elevator. The taste of cum is still strong in my mouth. I go back into the office, hoping no one notices anything. Sit down, trying to breathe.  Damn, damn.

"Steve get in here," Tom's voice making me jump. 

Does he know? I get up, so nervous and go into his office. "What's up Tom?"

"Forget something Steve?" he asks.

Almost panicking, "Not sure what you mean Tom."

"My latte," he replies.

Stand there stunned, trying to think. "I'm sorry, I forgot all about it, I will go get you one," I quickly reply.

"No, it's alright," Tom answers. "But go get Bill and Dan, I have something funny I want you guys to see."

I go out and get Bill and Dan and we go back into the office. Curious and nervous about what's up.

"Close the door Bill," Tom directs. "You guys can't say anything about this to anyone but it's so funny. A security guard who's a friend of mine sent me some video from the garage. It's some fags getting it on in the garage."

It feels like my heart has stopped, can feel my face getting red. Oh shit!!!

It shows Chrissy and Angel walking back towards the corner of the garage. They are holding hands and swishing like a couple flamers. You can see the way there blouses are tented by the fake tits. It shows them stop and then they start kissing each other, their hands rubbing the others' ass.

All the men are laughing and making fag comments. I stand there stunned.

"You alright Steve," Tom asks.

Trying to catch my breath, "Ya, I guess I just haven't seen anything like that before."

"Nothing like a couple sissy fags getting it on," he says.

I see Chrissy wave then realize that is how she waved at me. Oh no, I stand there in shock.

Sweat beads on my forehead. I quickly wipe it off, and then I see Chrissy and Angel move back into the corner more and out of vision of the camera. Tom shuts off the video.

"Sorry boys, that's all they got," Tom says laughing. "I just thought I would share that with you boys. Now remember, no mention of this to anyone or the bitches out there will have my hide."

We leave and I head to the men's room and splash some cold water on my face and bring a little to my mouth and rinse it out but still the taste of cum is strong. I go to take a leak and when I take me cock out, my shorts are sticky from some of the cum that Angel failed to suck from my cock. I'm looking down at it when the door opens and Bill comes in. I look up quickly and start to piss. Bill comes over to the urinal next to mine and starts to take a piss too.

"Can you believe those sissy fags?" he asks. "I'm surprised they weren't sucking each other cocks."

"Ya, it was weird," I reply trying to stay composed.

"I bet they really suck a mean dick though," Bill continues. "Probably feels good to have a sissy sucking on your dick like his fucking life depended on it."

"I guess," I answer, zipping up and trying to get out of there but as I'm doing it Bill finishes and steps back a little shaking his cock free of the last drops. I glance his way and see his cock. It's big and very thick, then I realize what I'm doing but when I look up, Bill is staring at me. I turn away quickly and go wash up. He doesn't say anything, just washes up also and follows me from the men's room.

I go back to the desk and try and compose myself. I feel like everything is out of control again but at least no one knows. How can he do things like this to me? Does he want to ruin my life? I try to resume working but it's a waste of time but the day finally ends and I can get out of here.

I get on the elevator and the door starts closing. Suddenly a hand grabs the door forcing it to open again and Bill comes into the elevator.

"I'm still thinking about the fags in the garage, I wonder what they did out of the camera's range," Bill says laughing.  "Damn, got to admit they looked very feminine but can you imagine kissing one of those fags?"

I hope my face isn't getting red, I answer, "I really haven't thought about it much Bill."

"Really, see that kind of things all the time do you?" Bill asks.

"No, not into that kind of things is all," I answer hoping he would let it go. I push the button for third floor. I see Bill staring at me.

"I thought I saw you on fourth floor earlier, figured you were parked there," Bill states looking at me till I break eye contact. "Interesting."

Finally the door opens and I can't get off fast enough but Bill steps in my way. 

"That makes a guy wonder what you were doing on the fourth floor, don't you think Steve?" he says blocking my way. "Why don't you come to my office when you get to work tomorrow, we have things to discuss."

"Damn Bill, let's just forget about that video and everything," I tell him. "I told you that's not my thing."

Looking down at me, he tells me, "We could discuss things in Tom's office if that is what you really want Steve."

Afraid that he must have seen what happened in the garage and not willing to chance it, I nod my head. "OK, we can talk tomorrow Bill."

He reaches out and grabs my upper arm in his squeezing it some. "Good Steve, I was sure you would make the wise choice."

He moves to the side letting me pass.

"Steve, one last thing," he says, "you make sure you are wearing panties."

I turned to look at him and the look on his face says it all.  I just turn back around and walk away. Jesus fuck, he knows. I get into my car then I realize that he will probably discover that I'm all smooth now. Damn. Damn!! It just gets worse and worse.

I get home, get undressed and go to the living room. Nervousness keeps me pacing the room till I go roll a joint and light it up. Damn! Damn!! I can't believe what happening and I realize that he is really going to fuck with my life and now I have Bill to worry about too. What did he see? And the fucking panties? I sit down feeling like the situation is totally out of control. Now I have some man telling me to wear panties to work, not just any man, but a man I have worked with for a couple years. What if I just don't do it? But what if he did see something? If he tells Tom, I know he will fire me. I know how much disdain he has for gay men. Can I chance it?

When I start thinking about where I can get a pair of panties, I realize the decision has been made. I can't go to a regular store and buy them, it would be too humiliating. Then I remember the xxx bookstore downtown and maybe they will have some there. I decide that I will try that later tonight.

I doze off till my phone wakes me suddenly. "Hello."

"Hello Stef, this is Chrissy," the fem voices responses. "Did you have fun today Stef? Isn't Angel so hot?"

"Yes, I guess so but you can't do that," I ask of her. "It's too dangerous.  I think someone might have seen us."

"Really?" she asks. "Who? What makes you think he saw you?"

"It's a man I work with. We used to work together but he got a promotion and an office and I'm still in my cubicle," I explain. "He said he saw me on the fourth floor and wants to talk about it when I come to work tomorrow."

"Maybe you are just being paranoid?" she questions.

"I don't think so, he told me to be wearing panties," I admit to her. I hear laughing over the phone. It sounds like more than one person. "Are you alone Chrissy?"



"No silly, Angel is here with me, I put you on speaker phone," she says.  "She wants me to tell you that she thinks you are pretty and she loves the way you taste. We are going to get all dressed up and go to a club, you want to join us? We can have a girl's night out."

"No Chrissy, I don't think you understand," hoping it doesn't sound like I'm pleading. "I really am not ready to be in this deep with something like this."

"Stef, you are the one that doesn't understand," she says, her voice sounding different. "Maybe I should get my paddle and explain it to you again."

"I'm sorry Chrissy, I'm not trying to be difficult." I tell her. "It's all so new to me and not easy." As I wait for her reply, I hear her voice weakly, "You should have seen him, crying like a baby and begging me to stop and I really wasn't that rough with him. He was really quite a wimp.' I realize she is talking to Angel, telling her what she did to me and how I reacted. Don't these people keep anything secret?

"Maybe I should call Master and tell him how you are reacting to Angel and my visit. After all, he did it for you so you could have some pleasure," she says coldly. "You should be thanking Angel for sucking your little cock and, instead, all I hear is whining." CLICK! The phone goes dead.

Oh shit!! Now she's pissed and what if she tells him? What might he do? I sit there shaking my head. Seems like no matter what I do, I just keep get in deeper and deeper. Look at the clock, 10:00. Figure I better go to the bookstore, don't want to mess this up and make things worse at work.

I drive down to the bookstore. I have never been in one before. I'm surprised how well lit it is and how many people are looking at video and toys. Most are single men but several younger to middle aged couples too. Off to one side is an opening to a dark area that I assume is the area where there are video booths. I see a couple men lounging back in the dark. To the other side is an area of clothes and leather gear.

I head over there and look around. They have a lot of women's clothes including shoes, dresses, skirts and blouses, corsets, bra and panty sets, nylons and kinky outfits. I see the store clerk looking at me. He looks around 35, a little overweight but not bad looking. I look away quickly hoping my face isn't giving me away. I find a bin with lots of panties in it and start looking at them. I pick up a pair and realize I don't know what size to buy. I pick up a plum colored pair and look for the size tag.

"Would you like to try them on?" a voice behind me asks.

I turn and see the clerk standing there. "No, I was just looking and they aren't for me," I reply.

"Sure they are and I bet those would look very nice on you," he says. "Why don't you try them on and I will let you know how they look."

"No really, they aren't for me," I try to explain. "They are for a gag for a bachelor's party," I tell him using the clever lie I thought of on the way to the bookstore.

"Whatever," he replies. "I don't think I have seen you here before."

"I've never been here before," I answer.

"You should try some of the booths in the back. They have some hot videos of sissies back there," he says.

Wishing he would leave me alone but it doesn't seem like it's going to happen. I would have liked to look at more of the panties but I just tell him I will take the plum colored pair I was looking at. He rings up the sale and writes something on the receipt and puts everything in the bag. 

"I put my phone number on the receipt sweetie, in case you ever get lonely," he tells me smiling at me.

I take the bag from him, not replying and turn to leave.

"Come back anytime, I will show you around the booths in the back," he says. "I'm sure you would be very popular back there." 

I leave the store, upset that he treated me like that. Do people see me like that or was it just because I was buying the panties? I have never questioned my manhood before. Why am I worried about it now? I would never be doing this if I wasn't being forced. It isn't my fault. Feel like I'm about to cry. Jesus, this really sucks. I finish the drive home trying to figure out how to get out of this but I can't think of a way to avoid anything without maybe making everything even worse.




More Than I Wanted Ch. 02



I have a big need to finish the joint I started earlier. Sit down and try to relax and the smoke does help some. Figure I better get to bed and try and get some sleep, knowing it will be hard to fall asleep.  I go get undressed. Maybe I can fall asleep and when I wake up this will all be a dream but don't think that is going to happen. As I brush my teeth, I look in the mirror and my lack of body hair still looks so different. I know it would be even worse if I took my jockeys off and saw my smooth hairless crotch it would even be stranger. I reach into my jockeys and feel it, so different but not at all bad. As I handle my balls, the smoothness makes them seem so much more sensitive. It always seems to feel better when I'm high.  Think about the panties and go back into bedroom and take them out of the black bag.

As I look at them, I wonder what they would look like if I put them on and know that I want to find out. I take my jockeys off and start sliding the panties up my legs. The material is so smooth and satiny and really does feel good. They might be a size too small but pull them over my hips and adjusted them. There was an inch of lace around the top of the panties, it is also plum colored. The leg openings come high on my hips only being about 2" wide at their narrowest. They feel so strange. I reach back and adjust the back of the panties and they do cover most of my smallish ass. 

I reached down and rubbed my cock through the panties. It was pressed against the front of my panties outlining it clearly. The feeling I got when I ran my hand slowly along my cock through the panties was so good.  I went over to the full length mirror in my bedroom and looked at myself. I was shocked when I first looked at myself noting how different I looked. Instead of a confident guy I saw a guy in panties and looking anything but masculine. I can't believe how the lack of hair of your chest, arms and legs changes the way you look.  Then my vision goes to the panties. High cut, tight, my cock outlined, I couldn't keep from looking. The thought that came to my mind was some of the websites that I would stumble across that had pictures of young boys, I think they called them twinks.  How sometimes they had on thongs and other sexy shorts. Without hair, I realized I looked much younger.

My hand moves back to my panties and I rub softly. Mmmmm, so nice. Looking in the mirror at my cock, an idea comes to me and I reach into my panties and tuck my cock back between my legs. I squeeze my legs together to hold it like that and look at myself again. It looks like I don't have a cock at all and with it tucked like that, it presses against the panties almost making it look like I have pussy lips. I rub my smooth crotch through the panties and love the way it feels. Before I even realize it, I'm standing there playing with myself, my hand rubbing my smooth crotch and pressing a fingers into between my legs a little squeezing. I look at myself in the mirror and realize I don't want to stop. I continue playing with myself and then reach back and rub my ass through the panties. Before long, I'm swaying back and forth feeling my smooth ass through the panties. A moan escapes my mouth, it feels so good.

I watch myself in the mirror and the image turns me on. I start moving like a girl might, pushing my ass out a little, turning to where I can see my ass in the mirror. I pose and pucker up my lips as I pretend to be kissing myself in the mirror. The panties feel so good and my hand moves back to the front and press between my legs and starts pressing up against my cock. Faster and faster, my hand moves, making it feel so good. Then before I can stop, I cum and cum hard.  I can feel it shooting up against my ass cheek and filling the panties. The cum wets my fingers that are pressed against the crotch of the panties.

Then the post cum feeling hits me.  What did I just do? Why was I acting like I liked what was happening? What am I doing, making myself cum like that while I'm in panties? Oh god, the panties are all soaked in cum now, what the fuck did you do?

I take them off and when I look the crotch is filled with my creamy white cum. Can't take my eyes off it then I move my finger down till it touches the cum, feeling its texture. It looks so strange just sitting there in the padding in the crotch. Then, coming back to reality, I wipe my finger off on the panties and try to start thinking rationally again.

First, I got to clean these panties and rush to bathroom and rinse the cum out of the panties until I think they are clean.  Hang them up to dry, not being sure if you can put them into a dryer. Then as I slow down, my thoughts return to my problems and what awaits me tomorrow. I know the only way I will sleep is with some help so go take an Ambien and go to bed.

I wake up, shower and have some coffee trying not to think about what is to come today. After a light breakfast, I can't delay things any longer and go get the panties I hung up to dry. The realization that I'm going to be wearing panties to work and that I have to go see Bill hits me. I'm so worried about what he might have in mind, what he will expect of me. I have no doubt that he will make me suck his cock but what can I do. I don't think he is bluffing about telling Tom what he saw in the parking lot. 

As I look in the mirror, I see my cock outlined in the tight plum colored panties.  Think about what happened last night and how it all felt. How good it felt. I wonder if I should tuck my cock back between my legs but decide it would be too uncomfortable to do that all day.

I look in the mirror, my body smooth, tight panties on and wonder how it all came to this. Know I must go with it till I can find a way out. Turn away and go get dressed, the usual suit and tie. The straight laced executive, I think to myself, the one with panties on. Damn, how did I let this happen? I feel so out of control. The drive to work seems to go too fast and before I know it I'm there. Bill will be waiting for me. I'm so nervous, I feel like I could be sick. Fighting it, I get into the elevator and head for my rendezvous with Bill.

I get settled in my cubicle and look around, ever thing seems normal. My eyes stop when I look further and see Bill standing in the doorway to his office. His stare lets me know that he was not kidding yesterday and lets me know that I better get into his office. I walk over to his office and he stands in the way for a minute just staring at me before he steps aside and lets me by him. He follows me in and shuts the door.  I hear the lock as it clicks shut. He then moves to his desk sitting down in his big leather chair and I move over sitting down in the straight chair positioned in front of his desk. He doesn't say anything for a few seconds just continuing to stare at me.

"Did I tell you to sit down Steve?" he asks.

"No but I thought," I begin to say when he interrupts me.

"Why are you still sitting?" he asks, his voice lacking any compassion.

I stand up not saying anything but knowing that I just gave in to him again.

"Better," he says. "Now Steve, do you want to tell me what you were doing yesterday in the garage."

"Bill, it's not what it seems, really," I tell him. "It really isn't."

"Really," he answers. "It all seemed pretty obvious to me Stevie boy. Swishing over and kissing the sissy fag is what it looked like to me."

"Bill, I got into a situation that I don't know how to get out of yet, and those two yesterday are part of that," I try to explain. "A man I met is making me do things or he threatens to wreck my life."

"That's interesting," Bill replies. "Why does he think he can do it? What does he have on you?"

Not wanting to admit it but I have to try and make him understand. "He has pictures of me Bill, pictures I don't want anyone to see."

"Tell me about the pictures Stevie boy," he says, his small smile letting me know how much he likes this. "Tell me what a bad boy you are."

Hesitating, but finally tell him. "Its pictures with boys like those boys in the garage yesterday." My face so red by now but hoping he will understand and not make things worse.

"Do you mean sissy fags boys?" Bill asks.

I nod my head yes.

"Answer me!" he orders.

"Yes Sir, sissy boys," I answer my head looking down in my lap. Realize that I called him Sir.

"But you aren't like those boys, are you Stevie?" he asks.

"No I'm not, really Bill," I answer, my voice almost pleading.

"Take your shirt off Stevie," his voice cold and dispassionate.

"Please Bill, please don't do this," pleading with him.

"I liked it better when you called me Sir faggot," he tells me.

This is going so bad. "Please…Sir."

"Would you prefer to continue this in Tom's office?" his offer so threatening.

"No, but…" I start to say.

"Shirt off now," he commands.

I take it off and hang it on a chair. He watches as I take it off and I'm sure he notices my smooth chest.

"Now the pants," he tells me.

I unfasten them and let them drop, his eyes on my panties.

"All the way off, shoes and socks too," he orders. 

I do as he says and soon and standing in front of his desks in just panties.

"No hair, interesting," he comments. "My guess it most sissy fags probably shave off their manly hair. Makes them feel more like a cunt. Is that right Stevie boy?" he asks.

"Yes I guess so," I reply.

"But you aren't a sissy fag?" he asks. "I think that is what you told me."

"No Sir, he did it to me, the man I told you about," I relate to you. "He is the one who made me get rid of all my body hair."

"Tuck that little cock between your legs faggot, you are the faggot here, not me," he tells me, his voice so stern. "If I want to see that little cock I will fucking tell you. If I see it like it is now again, you will fucking regret having a cock, do you understand faggot?"

I reach down and tuck it back between my legs squeezing them together to hold it.

He gets up off his chair and walks around behind me. "That's better Stevie boy, or should I say Stevie girl?" he says as he leans up behind me, saying it softly in my ear. "You will wear panties to work every day Stevie, I will be checking. And be sure and keep that little cock tucked all day."

"Yes Sir," I reply thinking that it never stops.

"Now smile sissy faggot," he says.

As I look up, I hear a click and see that he has taken a picture of me on his phone.

"Now let me see you walk over to that wall and back for me.

I slowly turn around and can feel his eyes on me as I walk over towards the wall.

"No not like that, like you walked when you when to give the faggot a kiss," he says.

I start swishing my ass side to side taking smaller steps.

"Get up on your toes, like you have high heels on faggot," he orders.

I do as he says and he watches me walk, making me walk back and forth. I can feel my ass swishing even more when I do that. He just stares at me. Then as I turn, I see him take another picture of me.

"Ok Stevie boy, it's so nice that you follow orders so well," he tells me. "I guess most of you sissy faggots like having a man tell them what to do, don't you bitch?"

I nod my head yes.

"Tell me faggot. Tell me how much you want me to tell you what to do," he tells me, his face just inches from mine. "Tell me."

Tears run down my cheeks as I feel defeated. Softly, I answer, "I want you to tell me what to do Sir."

"Go to your knees bitch," he tells me.

I slowly sink to my knees, his crotch right in front of my face.

"Ask for it bitch," his voice so domineering.

Sobbing, I ask. "May I suck your cock Sir."

He lifts my face up, his fingers under my chin then suddenly, SLAP. He slaps me hard.

"I don't think you really want to suck it faggot," he states. "You sounded more like a man than a sissy fag. Why don't you try it again bitch."

Tears flowing, I raise my voice trying to sound more fem. "Please Sir please let me suck your big cock, I really want to."

He reaches down and lifts my chin again. I cower fearing he is going to slap me again and I see him raise his hand.

"Are you a sissy fag?" he asks. "Don't lie to me."

Crying hard, knowing what I better say "yes, yes, I'm a sissy fag."

"And you are going to be my sissy fag whenever I want you, correct," he asks.

"Yes Sir," I get out between sobs but he slaps me again, hard.

"Just to make sure you don't forget bitch," he says, "now get on my cock and hurry the fuck up."

Sobbing loudly, tears running down my cheek I unfasten his pants and pull them along with his underwear down. I'm trying to hurry so he won't slap me again. His cock flops out almost hitting me in the face. I reach out and take it in my hand. Its only semi hard but is about 6" and thick.

"No hands! Get my cock in your fag mouth, now," he tells me.

I let loose of it and have to lean down to try and get the head into my mouth. I capture it with my lips and hold the cock head in my lips. Its feels so smooth and so warm. I feel him press forward and more of his cock enters my mouth.

"I always knew you were a fucking fag," he says, "I knew that sooner or later I would make you my bitch."

I suck on his cock. He pumps it slowly into my mouth, making me take a little more gradually. I work my tongue around on his cock head when he pulls it almost from my mouth and suck it slowly back into my mouth. I can't believe that I'm sucking Bill's cock in his office and the only thing on my mind is trying to make sure I please him and make him like what I'm doing.

He pulls his cock from my mouth and a long string of my saliva hangs between my mouth and his cock and I look up just as he takes a picture of it. "You want more bitch? You want more cock?" He smears his wet cock all over my cheeks. 

My mouth is still open, lips wet, a little spittle running down to my chin. "Yes, give me more," not concerned about where we are, just know that I want to suck his cock some more. He shoves his cock back into my mouth. This time he grabs my head and pushes his cock deeper into my mouth. Feel it against my tonsils and gag a little.

"Better be quiet bitch unless you want the whole office hearing you choke on my cock," he threatens. "Now you said you wanted more cock so you are going to get more cock."

By now his cock is rock hard, at least 9". His hands grip my head tightly and he pushes it deep, I start to choke but try and control it and feel his cock enter my throat. He pulls out letting me get a breath then buries it in my throat again. Again and again, till soon he is fucking my face, using it to jack off his cock. I feel his cock swell in my throat and he suddenly pulls it out and starts cumming all over my face. Shot after shot coating my face, some going into my mouth. The texture is so strange but the taste isn't bad and I swallow what he has shot into my mouth. He puts his cock back into my mouth telling me to clean it. I suck out the rest of his cum and lick the cum off his cock and balls. Realize I'm panting and obeying him like a real little bitch.

He gets up pulling his pants on. "You have 5 minutes to get dressed and out of here bitch," he tells me. "I will be in touch whenever I need a cunt to use." He leaves his office.

I'm still on my knees as I realize what just happened. Why did I do it like that, like I wanted to do it? Am I really a fag. They are making me do it. It isn't my fault. I get up and get some tissues off his desk and clean my face. I can't believe how much cum is on it. Then get dressed and try to act normal. I go look in his mirror and look pretty normal except my cheeks are a little red where he slapped me. My lips look a little swollen but not bad enough for anyone to notice. I go out of his office and move to my cubicle quickly. 

Try to get my composure back as I sit there and think about what just happened. Finally settle down enough to log onto computer. I notice there are a couple emails from Bill. I open the first one. It reads, ‘You will give the man you mentioned my name and phone number. You will also tell him about what happened this morning.' Damn, damn, damn. I open the second one and suddenly on my monitor is a picture on me on my knees, my face covered with cum, some running from the corner of my mouth. My mouth still open wide like it wants more. I click off the picture as quick as I can. How can he do that?  What if someone would have been in my cubicle with me? It just doesn't stop. I seem to be getting in deeper and deeper. I don't want this to happen, I really don't. Then I think about Bill's cock in my mouth and how I felt as he used me. I can't like being treated like that, I can't. Where is this going? What lies in my future?



You will have to find out in next chapter. Hope this wasn't too slow, know there wasn't that much sex in it but it will come.



More Than I Wanted Ch. 03



This story continues the saga of Steve and how his life is changed from one meeting with Mike, the man who is now in control of Steve's life. Mike has pictures that will he is threatening to send to his employer if Steve doesn't do as told. Worse yet, he threatens to send the pictures to his parents and brothers and this is not an acceptable option for Steve. Let's see what happens next. If man to man sex, forced fem, discipline and humiliation are not your thing, you should stop reading now.

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I sit at my desk, the taste of cum in my mouth, looking around to see if anyone is looking at me. Everything seems normal and I try to relax but can't get past what just happened to me. How can I continue to work with Bill and act like nothing happened? I try unsuccessfully to get some work done and finally it's time to go home and I get out of here and drive home.

I get into my apartment and throw myself into my recliner. Leaning back, trying to relax but finding it impossible. My life feels so out of control. I grab the remainder of the joint I smoked last night and finish it. It helps me to relax some and I try and think about what is happening and what I can do about it.

As I close my eyes, I remember how I felt when Bill had me standing in front of him in just panties. It was so humiliating and Bill made me feel so small. I remember him making me tuck my cock back between my legs and I realize it is still there. I quickly unzip my slacks and reach down in the panties pulling my cock back from between my legs. It feels so soft and small from being tucked like that and I stroke it trying to bring it back to life. It doesn't take long before it has reached its full six inches. I lean back and stroke it slowly. As I stroke it, I can't help but think about how much smaller it is than Bill and Mike's cocks. 

I stop stroking it pulling my panties up and then rub my cock through the panties. The material so smooth and silky and it feels so good. I close my eyes and slowly caress my cock and balls. My mind drifts and I think about what happened with Bill. The taste and feel of his cock in my mouth invades my thoughts. My cock stays hard as I think about how he shoved it down my throat and made me gag. Then I remember how I begged him to let me suck it some more. What is wrong with me? He made me do it, he made me. I can't like it. I'm not like that.

I force myself out of my recliner and go undress and take a shower. The hot water feels so good. I get out and dry myself but when I look in the mirror and see my totally smooth body, it all comes back to me. How can this be happening to me? I put on some sweats and go back to living room to watch tv. As I sit there I remember Bill's instructions about sending his name and email address to Mike and how I'm supposed to tell him what happened this morning.

Going to my computer and do as Bill instructed, I can't take a chance on pissing off Bill and him letting out my secrets. It's so embarrassing having to put into words my behavior with Bill. I finish it and send the email to Mike. I wonder how he will react to me behaving like that with another man. I go back to watching tv, hoping to relax for a while.

I jump as the speaker on my computer calls out 'You have mail.' Not being able to resist, I go see who it's from and as I thought and dreaded, it's from Mike. It reads, 'It didn't take you long to turn into the office slut, did it cunt? I didn't realize I was dealing with such a faggot.'

I see attachments to the email and when I open them, one shows me standing in Bill's office in just panties, tucked and smooth. The other shows me with Bill's cock deep in my mouth and a look of desire on my face. Anyone looking at these would think that I was doing it willingly and enjoying it while that is so far from the truth. I wish it could just stop and I could go back to my boring but stress free life. I sit down at my computer desk, looking up at the last picture. His cock looks so big and my lips look stretched around it. Why do I have that look on my face? I don't know how long I am sitting there when the phone rings. I answer it.

"Hello cocksucker," Bill's voice is low and smooth.

"Hello Bill," I answer trying to sound as unexcited and unpleasant as possible.

"Listen faggot, unless we are with other people at work, the next time you call me Bill, they will find pictures of you scattered around the office, DO YOU UNDERSTAND???" his voice cold and threatening.

Know what he wants from me and figure I better give it to him I answer, "Yes Sir I understand."

"Better faggot," is his reply. "You know, I really hope you fuck up. It would be great having everyone know what a fucking pussy you are."

"Isn't there anything I could do to make this all stop?" I plead. "Really, it's all a mistake. I'm really not like that."

"Really?" he replies. "That isn't the impression I got when you were begging to suck my cock this afternoon."

"Please, please, just let it stop," I beg. "Do you want money? I will pay you to stop. I can't quit my job but if others found out, how could I show my face at work."

"Listen cunt, don't even think about quitting your job or your family will receive these pictures and some other ones," he states coldly. "Did I mention I talked to the man you told me about? Mike, isn't it? He seemed like a really nice guy."

Damn, damn. It just gets worse and worse.

"He was very happy to meet a coworker of yours," Mike continues. "Said he was glad someone was going to be around to make sure you behave yourself. Think he was afraid you would end up sucking off everybody at work if you didn't have supervision. Guess he knows what a faggot cocksucker you are."

"Please Sir, please don't do this to me," begging, feel like I'm about to cry.

"Listen carefully bitch," he orders. "From now on, you wear panties to work every day, and not the same ones. I want a different color and style each day. I figure a fag like you probably would look good in a nice thong. Hope that strap rubbing on your ass all day doesn't make you cum in your panties. What would the others think?"

"But Sir, I don't have any other panties," I say softly.

"That is not my problem bitch and also I want you to wear a strong feminine perfume to work each day," he instructs me. "If I can't smell it on you when you report to my office in the morning, it will be a very bad move on your part. Now tell me how much you liked sucking my cock and you may go faggot."

I'm stunned and just sit there, feel like I'm about to lose it.

"I'm waiting faggot," the voice ringing in my ear.

Finally, I stop resisting and just do it. "Sir, I liked sucking your cock this morning."

"And you can't wait to do it tomorrow morning again can you faggot?" he questions.

My voice is weak as I answer, "No Sir."

"You are going to be a good little cocksucker for me, aren't you Stevie boy?" he asks.

"Yes Sir," I reply.

"Tell me boy," his voice commanding.

I almost break down but answer him. "Yes Sir, I will be a good cocksucker for you."

"Faggot cunt," he states and hangs up.

I sit there, stunned and feeling so out of control. How can this be happening? I am a good person. I never fuck with others. Why are they doing this to me? I just want to sit there and put it out of my mind and now I have to get more panties to wear. Know that I have to return to the bookstore and wonder if the same clerk will be there and what he will think when I'm back there the next night. Will he think I'm doing it to see him? God, I hope not.

I get dressed in a workout suit, trying to look as straight and masculine as I can for my return to the bookstore. I drive down there, work up my courage and go into the store. As I enter, I see the same clerk and he smiles at me and watches as I walk over to the area where the female clothes are. I find the panty bin and start looking quickly to find some to buy.

"Hello sweetie, back so soon," he says and I recognize his voice. "You must have really liked your new panties."

"Please, I don't want to be rude but please just leave me alone and let me get what I want, please," I tell him, knowing it sounds rude but really don't want to put up with him right now.

"Sure whatever," he says walking away.

I find several pairs in the right size now that I know what it is. One pair is pink, another black, and then a pair of white ones with a lot of lace. It even has rolls of lace on the back of the panties. Then I find a couple thongs, one black, one yellow. I take them to the clerk and hand him my credit card to pay for them.

"You were quite rude over there...Steve," he states looking at my name on the card.

"I'm sorry, I'm just having a really bad day," I try to explain to him.

"Maybe we should go back into the booths and watch a couple movies, might help you relax," he tells me. "You are a very pretty boy Steve."

"Please, just ring my order up and let me go Sir," I plead.

"How embarrassing do you think it would be, being arrested for shoplifting in a store like this Stevie?"

"I didn't steal anything and you know it," I tell him getting pissed.

"I'm thinking it might take a while down at the station to get it all figured out, what do you think sugar?" he says staring at me.

"You can't do this," starting to panic.

"Do you have any idea how much money a place like this lays off to the cops to keep them clear of this place? I can tell you it's enough that we get a lot of cooperation from our men in blue," he tells me. "Want to see?"

"No, please just give me my credit card and let me leave," I plead.

He gets up and walks around the counter and reaches his hand out to me. "It's movie time sweetie."

Again I find myself in a helpless position. "OK, I will follow you," I tell him as I give in.

"Take my hand sweetie," he tells me, his hand reaching towards me.

Feel my face redden as I reach out and feel him take my hand in his and lead me to the back. As we go through the curtains into the dark area, I can see several men leaning back against the wall or standing near the booths. They all turn and look at us and I feel him grip my hand tighter not letting me loose. He walks in and slowly leads me through down the aisle. I feel like he is showing me off like you might do if you were showing off your hot babe to a bunch of strangers. I hear comments as we pass. What a pretty boy. I have a big cock baby, want to feel it? I jump as a man pats my ass as I pass.

He leads me to a booth in the back. It looks bigger than the other and he leads me into it and locks the door behind us. He presses me against a wall and tries to kiss me but I push him away.

"Soliciting is also against the law sweetie," he tells me. "It usually gets you a couple days in lockup. Is that what you want?"

I nod my head no and feel his hand grab my head softly and he brings his lips to mine and I don't resist. His tongue presses between my lips and into my mouth and he kisses me deeply. It feels like he is sucking the breath out of me and his tongue explores my mouth. He breaks the kiss and releases my face. 

"Sit down sweetie," he tells me and I sit down on the padded bench. "Take your shoes and socks off baby."

"Please Sir, let me go," I beg of him.

His demeanor changes some. "Listen pussyboy. I'm getting tired of your fucking whining. Either do what I say or I'm going to call my friends at the station, and trust me, that might work out much worse."

I look down surprised how pissed he got so quickly. I take my tennis shoes and socks off and look up at him.

"Now the warm up suit," he states.

Scared to argue, I do as he says and soon I'm sitting on the bench in just my white jockeys. He suddenly reaches down and grabs my clothes and open the door and leaves with them. I'm sitting on the bench in just my jockeys and scared shitless. What have I done now to get into another mess?

Soon the door opens and he reappears with a shoe box. He holds up the black thong I had picked out.

"This will look much better sweetie, put it on for daddy," he says, lust in his voice.

He hands it to me and I just stare at it. The panel in front isn't very big and there are strings that tie on the side and a string that will run up between my ass cheeks.

"Do you want me to get a couple men out there to help you with it sweetie?" he asks.

I shake my head no and lower the jockeys I have on and slide the thong up. It feels so weird especially the string running up my ass. My cock has shrunk up from embarrassment but you can see it outlined in the front panel of the panties. It looks so small.

"We don't want you going barefoot in here with all the cum on the floor sweetie so I brought you some shoes. He opens the box and takes out a pair of black patent leather pumps with 4" heels. 

"These should fit sweetie, we carry sizes for sissy boys in here," he states.

I take them from you, staring at them, then try putting them on. Surprisingly, they do fit but feel so strange.

"Stand up, let me see you baby," he tells me.

I stand, wobbling till I get my balance. The shoes feel so strange making me feel like I'm almost standing on my toes. I look down and my legs look different, slimmer and more defined. I feel the cool air on my exposed ass cheeks. He takes my hand and makes me take a few steps to where I feel like I can walk in them if I really concentrate.

"Daddy wants to show his pretty girl off to all the men sweetie," he tells me.

"No please don't make me go out like this, please, please," I beg him squeezing his hand tightly. He reaches out and unlocks the door and pulls me from the booth. You can hear an instant buzz and the men see me and everyone stares. He leads me slowly down the aisle. I have to take small steps to keep my balance. The men move closer making a narrow path and as I pass most of the men reach down and rub my smooth ass making sexy or nasty comments. I hear a couple comments about my small cock and that it's no wonder that I'm a sissy faggot.

He leads me to the end of the aisle and then back down the gauntlet letting the men have their feel of my ass then back into the booth.

"Now, that wasn't so bad was it Stevie?" he asks me. 

He has me against one wall as he leans on his arms, one on each side of my head. His face is close to mine.

"Actually, it was very embarrassing Sir, having them see me like that," I tell him. "And the way they touched me and talked about me."

"They liked you Stevie, didn't you see the way they wanted you for themselves," he tells me. "Can you imagine what they might pay for a chance with you baby?"

"Sorry, I could never do anything like that," I reply. He stares at me, making me uncomfortable.

"Kiss me baby," he says breaking the silence.

"Please, just let me go," I plead. He just looks at me. 

"Would you rather, I open the door and leave you out there with them?" he says motioning out towards the other booths.

"No please, don't," I beg of him.

"Kiss me sweetie and show daddy you would rather stay in here with me," he tells me.

Not knowing what else to do, I lean forward and kiss him, opening my mouth, letting his tongue invade my mouth. I respond to his kiss sucking lightly on his tongue and using my tongue to play with his. His arms go around me holding me tight as he kisses me deeply. When he breaks the kiss, his lips move to my neck and he starts kissing me there. He hits a sensitive area right when my neck and shoulder meet making me moan loudly. Then he kisses me deeply again, his arms wrapping around me, pulling my body against his till I feel his crotch pressing against me. I can feel his hard cock through his slacks. His lips move to my neck again and I feel him nibbling on my neck then sucking it harder and harder. I realize what he is doing but he holds me too tight and I can't stop him.

Finally, he lets me loose and I break away and rub my neck where he was sucking on it.

"I always like marking my sluts," he tells me, his voice impassionate. "I took the liberty of looking through your wallet, hope you don't mind that I made some copies of your license and the email addresses in your wallet. Are Matt and Larry, your brothers?"

"Yes, why," I ask of him.

"Bet they would be surprised on how their brother spends his time, what do you think?" he asks.

"Please Sir, please don't involve them, please," my voice breaking as I plead. 

"Maybe we could have them stop by and you could give them a nice blowjob through one of the many glory holes in here sweetie," he threatens. "They wouldn't have to know it's their brother sucking their cock. Wouldn't that be fun?"

"No Sir please," feel like I'm about to cry. "Just tell me what you want me to do but please don't tell anyone, please."

"Don't move," he tells me as he opens the door and leaves. 

I stand there in my panties and heels, waiting for god knows what.

The door opens and he comes in carrying some clothes. He hands me a pair of black nylons and tells me to put them on. I sit down on the bench removing my heels and put the nylons on. They fit tightly on my upper thighs and I realize they must be the thigh high nylons I have read about. I put the heels back on.

"Turn around baby," he commands.

I turn around and he lifts my arm and I realize he is putting a bra on me. I feel him fastening it in the back and adjusting the straps. I feel the weight of it and when I look down, I see large breasts on my chest and when I move I can see them wiggling on my chest. It must be silicone breast forms in the bra.

"What are you doing," my voice panicky. He ignores my question and hands me a black skirt telling me to put it on. I step into it and pull it up and when I struggle to button it in the back, he steps up and buttons it for me and pulls the zipper up, making the skirt fit me tightly. I look down and see it just long enough to cover the lacy part of my thigh highs and is tight around my legs. Next comes a white long sleeved sweater, he pulls it over my head and down to my skirt tucking it in and pulling it down snuggly. When I look down, can see the way my sweater makes my tits look even bigger. You can see the fake nipples on the sweater poking through the sweater. When I move the tits bounce around in the sweater. He turns me making me look at the mirror in the booth. In the mirror I see a man dressed like a woman, a slutty woman.

"Much better baby, don't you think?" he asks.

I can't believe what he has done to me. Why is all of this happening to me? "Why are you making me dress like this," I ask of him.

"We want you to look pretty for the men, don't we," he states. "The more they like you, the more likely they will want to see you again. Why don't we go see what they think?"

"Please don't take me out there like this, please," I beg.

"Don't be a bad girl or I might have to send a couple emails and invite a couple special guests," he threatens. He reads off both my brother's email addresses. "Do you think they might cum?" he says laughing softly. "Now let's go."

He opens the door and leads me out letting the men look at me. He takes my arms and pulls them behind me.

"Stand up straight and look at the men bitch," he says softly in my ear. "Stick your tits out for the horny men."

I do as he says and hear the muttering of the men. I try to look at them but feel so embarrassed being displayed like this that I can't really make eye contact with them.

"Stevie boy here has decided that she can't wait any longer to become the sissy she wants to be," he tells the men. "Isn't that so Stevie?"

I nod my head yes looking down at the floor.

"Answer me Stevie," he commands pulling my arms up behind my back putting strain on my shoulders to where it starts to hurt.

"Yes, I want to be a sissy," I say quietly to the men.

"Trouble is men, Stevie boy wants to buy some pretty new clothes for her new wardrobe and she is short on money," he tells them. "So she has decided to visit us Sunday night and spend some time in booth #8. I'm sure you are all familiar with it. It does have such a nice glory hole.




More Than I Wanted Ch. 03



Blow job will be $40 but you will not be able to cum in her mouth. She will finish you off and let you shoot your load on her face."

I can't believe what he just said but he holds my arms up tightly behind me. How can he expect me to do this?

"Our new sissy has also promised to wear some nice fem clothes for us and will even wear makeup so you will want to fuck her mouth even more," he continues. "Oh yes, did I mention that she agreed to leave the door to the booth open so anyone who wants can watch?"

I hear the excitement in the voice of the men, the comments about not wanting to miss something like this and not believing someone would even do this.

"Tell the men how you can't wait to have your face covered in their cum baby," he tells me hurting my arms even more.

Tears run from my eyes as I let the words out. "I want you all to cum on my face."

"Look up and open your mouth bitch," he whispers in my ear. "Run your tongue over your lips and show them what a fucking sissy whore you are."

I look up and when I look into the faces of the men, I can see the lust in their eyes and it leaves no doubt what they are thinking. I run my tongue over my lips getting him all wet. They see a faggot sissy that is begging to be their dirty little cock sucking slut and probably think that is what you really want and are more than willing to accommodate you.

"Sunday night, ten o'clock, and seconds are available so bring lots of your cash," he says as he turns me around and pushes me back into the booth.

"How could you do that to me, how could you?" I ask, not believing what he did.

"Ten o'clock Sunday bitch and dress properly with makeup and best if you buy a wig also," he tells me. "If you fail to show or fail to look like a little sissy whore, you know who the first two emails will be to."

I sit down on the bench, head in my hands. Oh god, oh god.

"See you later baby," he says. "We are going to have such a special relationship, you will see."

He starts to leave. "Where are my clothes?" I ask him.

"You are wearing them baby," he tells me as he exits the booth shutting the door behind him.

I sit there, stunned. How can I drive home dressed like this? Then there are the men outside, I know they are waiting for me to come out. I stand up looking at myself again and realize how large the breast forms are. They must be DD and on my slim body they look huge. I work up my nerve and open the door and step out.

The men merge on me, hands on my ass, hands on my tits but I push through them. 'Come on baby, suck my cock now.' 'Let me fuck your tight pussy fagboy, I will make you squeal like a little piggy.' 'I will see you Sunday cunt.' These are only some of the things I hear as I move through them and out of the booth area. As I emerge into the brightly lighted main part of the store, I see the other customers stop and look at me as I walk as quickly as I can in the heels. Can feel my ass swishing from side to side as I take the small steps the skirt also makes me take. Finally I leave the store and reach the safety of my car. I drive off as I see a couple of the men from the booths come out of the store and motion at me. I ignore them and gun it leaving them far behind. I make home without incident. I look around and seeing no neighbors, I hurry into my house shutting the door behind me and collapse into a chair. Will this never stop?

*

I wonder what will happen to Steve. What do you think should happen to him? I would love feedback with your ideas. Please help me shape the next chapter.



More Than I Wanted



"Don't you think I'm pretty?" he asks me. "I think you are pretty, very pretty," he says as his hand comes to my cheek. I can see the pink polish on his long nails.

"Sorry but you really aren't my type", I say moving my head to the side trying to get rid of his touch.

"Are you sure baby?" he asks. "I think I might be just your type," he tells me as he grabs my head with both his hands and moves forward quickly and kisses me. 

I try to move away but he holds my head too tightly. I keep my lips closed as I feel his tongue try to push between them. Suddenly, I feel pain on my lips and realize he bit my lip. "OWW," I cry out.

He moves back a foot or so from my face holding my face to where I have to look at him.

"I don't like hurting pretty boys like you," he tells me, "but I get so mad when I feel rejected. You aren't going to make me hurt you are you pretty boy?"

He moves closer again, slowly. I know what is going to happen. He holds my head tightly and I feel his lips on mine. Then his tongue licks my lips lightly. His tongue soft and I smell the perfume he has on. Not wanting my lips bit again, I open my lips a little. His tongue enters my mouth. My first kiss with another man and it's with a flaming fag rather than a dom like I imagined.

His tongue explores my mouth, a soft kiss, like a woman would give you. His lips are soft on mine and I can taste the lipstick he is wearing. His kiss is long and even though I try to resist, his kiss feels good and I start responding to it. I blame it on the pot. When he breaks the kiss, his lips remain on mine and he gives me soft little lip kisses and I feel his body press against mine.

"Hmmm that was nice sweetie," the fag tells me. 

His mouth moves to my neck and he start nibbling on it, soft little bites. I know it's wrong but it feels good and a moan escapes my mouth. He moves back making me look at him, then he moves to my lips again but stopping just short, his tongue touching my lips lightly at times. I can't help it, I open my mouth and he kisses me again, his kiss deep and wet, I feel him move against me, his hands move from my face to my hips and he pulls me again him.  I don't move away but kiss him back. Soon, I'm sucking on his tongue, it feels so good.

He breaks the kiss and moves away from me. Now the embarrassment hits me. I was kissing the flamer and liking it. I look over at the dom. He is just sitting there, his legs spread and I can see his cock has grown. It's outlined in his jock, thick and at least 8" and can see a bigger defined cockhead outlined as well.

"Master, he is hot, suck a nice kisser," the fag tells him. "Men are going to love him, I hope not more than me though," he says putting a fake pout on his face, giggling.

Know my face must be so red. I can still taste his lipstick on my lips and even though it kinds of grosses me out, I still remember how nice it felt when he was kissing me and playing with my neck.

"I'm glad you like him Chrissy," the dom says, "I'm hoping you two will become good friends."

"Did you give him the robe, it looks so pretty on him," he fag says, "I'm jealous." 

He walks back to me and unties the sash. I try to move but I can't and stop as he opens the robe, displaying my thong to him and the dom. I can feel my cock has responded to his touch but being tucked, hasn't really gotten hard.

"Look Master, his panties look so smooth in the front, just like a girl," he says giggling. 

His hand moves to the front panel of the panties and he runs his long fingernails over them lightly. It feels so good that it's hard to stand still. 

"Are you really a girl?" he asks me.

"No. Please don't do that," I plead even though it feels so good I can feel my cock start to harden.

"Look Master, sweetie does have a cock," he says. "Do you want to see it Master?"

"I probably don't want to see it as much as you do Chrissy, but yes, let's see what the boy has," the Dom replies.

She moves down in front of me, I see her looking at my crotch. Her fingernails start at my waist and slowly start moving down, a light scratching touch. When her fingernails come to the thong, she slowly starts pulling then down. Soon, my cock flops out, 5" of semi-hard cock. She pulls them down to just below my balls till the thong holds my cock and balls out almost like they are being displayed.

"Oh, look Master, it's so cute", Chrissy says, "and look at its pretty little head. It's so little, don't you just love it Master?"

Never really thought my cock was small, have seen others and seems above average to me but still embarrassed to hear her talk about my cock like that. Damn I mean him not her.

"Yes Chrissy" Master answers, "A pretty cock for a pretty boy."

Thinking how faggy this is getting. I'm really not thrilled to be treated like I'm a fucking pretty boy. Even though I'm not big in statue still always considered myself masculine and being talked to like this is becoming disconcerting. Chrissy moves till our faces our close again. 

"I just love cock, don't you?" he asks his fingernails traveling lightly up my bare ass cheeks. His touch does feel good. I can feel my cock starting to get harder. I can feel it standing out even more.  "Master has such a nice cock. I bet you would love to see it, wouldn't you?" Chrissy asks.

I look over at him.  His legs are spread apart and can see the outline of his cock through the jock. His balls fill out the bottom of the jock. His cock looks very long and thick, curling up toward one leg. Slowly I nod my head yes. He stares at me. Chrissy reaches down and takes my cock in her soft, little hand and slowly stroke it. It feels so good and I feel my cock getting harder.

"You have to earn everything with Master sweetie," Chrissy tells me. "Ask him nicely."

"Please, Sir, may I see your cock?" I ask him. He just stares back at me till I lower my eyes.

"No, not like that" Chrissy quickly tells me. 

She movers her hand to the back of my head and moves closer pulling my face to hers, and kisses me deeply. She seems to be sucking the breath out of me, her other hand still stroking me. The kiss is hot and I hear myself moan into her mouth. She breaks the kiss, I feel so out of breathe. 

"Now ask him," Chrissy orders.

"Please, Sir, may I see your big cock?" I ask but this time my voice weak and soft, still trying to get a deep breath. I hear how much different it sounds.

"Much better sweetie, you sounded like a good little boy wanting to see a real cock," Chrissy tell me as she kisses my cheek releasing my cock. "You really must stop thinking about yourself as a real man."

Find that a very strange thing to say but what can I say.  Chrissy then turns and goes to her knees and turns her back to me and starts crawling over to the dom on her hand and knees. Her ass swishes provocatively as she moves to him. It's really quite erotic I catch myself thinking. As Chrissy get to him, he stand and she pulls his jock down and off him. He stands sideways to her and she turns to get in front of him again. Standing as he is, I can see his cock. It's huge at least 10" and big around as a Red Bull can. I now know why they think my cock is small.

Chrissy is just staring at it then turns and looks at me.  Her face is flushed and desire is evident. As she turns to the dom, his hands move to her face and she opens her mouth. He moves closer bringing his huge cock to her open mouth. Then he slowly starts sliding his cock into her mouth, slow but steadily pushes more into her mouth. I'm amazed as more and more cock enters her mouth. She is not moving, just letting the dom give her more cock. The dom turns and watches me as he keeps moving forward till his whole cock is in her mouth. It's amazing. She is passive, on her knees, her lips in his pubes. I can see her throat is swollen from the cock buried down it. He moves one hand to her throat, sliding his hand up and down slowly feeling his cock. 

"Chrissy was once like you," the dom suddenly tells me. "She was in need of direction." He slowly pulls his cock from her mouth. It is all wet and looks even bigger, he rubs it on her cheeks, her tongue reaching for it. "Take it sissy, show the pretty boy what you need more than anything."

She moves forward taking the cock in her mouth again and takes all of it again impaling herself on the cock. Can see her swallowing and moving slowly on the cock. I watch as she sucks him, continuing to deep throat him again and again. Her moans fill the room. The dom pulls her hair pulling her off his cock, her mouth open, drooling, as she tries to move forward enough to get his cock back in her mouth. She seems possessed by the cock. He releases her hair and her mouth springs forward swallowing the cock again. He starts face fucking her faster, long stroking, feeding her his big cock. I see him stiffen and pull his cock back out of her mouth until just the cock head remains in her mouth. Then he cums, his moans and the look of the fag's face leaves no doubt what is happening. Chrissy continues to suck until the dom finally pulls his cock from her mouth.

Chrissy gets up quickly and moves to me. Know she is going to kiss me again and don't really want to kiss her after she just swallowed his cum but she holds my head and gives me no choice. As our lips lock and mouths open, I get my first taste of cum. Then suddenly, her tongue pushes a large amount of cum into my mouth. I realize she didn't swallow his cum and is now making me take it in my mouth. I try harder to pull away but she holds me tight. I can't believe how much cum she has in her mouth and our tongues stir it around in our mouths. The taste is not bad but the texture seems so strange. Finally, she breaks the kiss and steps back. 

"Don't you just love the taste of cum sweetie?"

My mind racing as the taste of cum fills my mouth. I have to swallow his cum and I feel it moving down my throat. Don't know what to say as she stands there looking at me.

"Maybe if you are good, Master will let you suck his cock someday sweetie," she tells me. She throws me a kiss and leaves the room.

The dom stands there looking at me. Even after coming, his cock looks big, hanging there above those big balls. He sees me looking at it. 

"Well Stevie, having fun?" he asks as his hand reaches down and strokes his cock. 

A drop of cum comes out and he wipes it off with a finger and moves over to me and bring his finger to my mouth. I just stare at his finger as he brings it to my lips and rubs cum all over my lips. 

"You will learn to crave cum boy, not be able to get it out of your mind," he states coldly.  "I don't know Sir, this is different than what I expected, I don't know if I can do this," I tell him, confused and unsure of what is happening. 

He moves behind me and unfastens the padlock letting my arms free. 

"Come sit down," he says motioning to the couch. 

He walks over and puts the jockstrap back on and comes over and sits down next to me. "I'm sure you will be a good boy and do as you are told," he tells me, "with the right incentives, we can often do much more than we might believe." 

He picks up a remote and turns on the tv and on it is a picture of the flamer and me kissing. You can hear my moans as he kisses my neck. I can't believe the look on my face, the look of pleasure.

"I'm sure you two would be very popular on the internet Stevie," he tells me as the tv is turned off.

"Please Sir, please don't, I would die if anyone saw that," my voice pleading.

"Now listen and listen carefully," he tells me staring me down, "as long as you are a good boy and do as you are told, no one will have to see that video."

"What do I have to do?" I ask, so scared of what I have got myself into.

"Obey boy, that's all," he says very matter of fact. "Now I want you to go into Chrissy's room and ask her to help you get rid of all that nasty body hair."

"What?" I gasp, "I can't do that, I go to the gym and out golfing with my buddies. What would they think?"

He stares at me. "What do you think they would think of the video, Stevie boy?"

"Please don't make me do that, please," pleading with him.

"Maybe you will just have to find some different friends, I know Chrissy really likes you," he tells me.

I can't imagine being out in public with a flamer like her. "Sir, I can't, really I can't." He reaches over suddenly and grabs my forearm and pulls me towards him. Before I know it, I'm over his lap and he has my arm twisted up behind my back. Then I hear a loud noise and my ass explodes in pain. He slapped my ass really hard with his hand.

"Boy, you must learn to obey," he says and then he starts spanking me. 

Each spank is hard and he moves from cheek to cheek. It really hurts and I try to squirm away but he is too strong. My ass begins to feel like it's on fire. His blows move to where he is just catching the bottom on my ass cheeks. That hurts even more and I try to stand it but his spanks are so hard and soon the tears are flowing. He doesn't stop and soon I'm crying like a little boy. Finally he pushes me off his lap and I lay on the floor crying, my ass hurts so badly. I reach back rubbing it but my touch makes it hurt even more. 

"I think I gave you a task boy, you want to tell me again that you can't do it? DO YOU???"

"No Sir," I say between sobs and start to get up.

"Stay down there and crawl to her room," he orders.

So embarrassed to be crying like I am, I wipe tears away and start crawling to Chrissy's room.

"If I find any hair below your neck when you return, you will go back over my lap, UNDERSTAND BOY?" he tells me as I crawl across the room.

Sob, sob, "Yes Sir." I get to Chrissy door and knock on it and she opens it and looks down at me.

"Oh sweetie, what's wrong?" she asks and when I look up she sees my red eyes and my tear streaked face. "Come on in." 

I crawl into her room and she shuts the door. 

She reaches out her hand, "Get up sweetie."

I get up and she leads me over to her bed and we sit down but I get up quickly as my sore ass hurts as I sit.

"What happened?" she asks.

"He told me I have to shave off all my body hair," I tell her. "What will my friends think?"

"What they think isn't important," she tells me. "What is important is keeping Master happy and doing what he says."

"But I didn't agree to anything with him," I tell her. "We were just going to meet and have a drink and now look.  How did this happen?"

"Master must like you and wants to help you find your direction," she tells me. "That is what he did for me and now I couldn't imagine being like I was before. You must learn to obey him and do what he says until he decides to release you."

"He can't keep me here," I got a job and everything.

"No baby, he won't keep you here," she tells me. "He will let you leave but you will come back when he calls you and you will learn to obey him or he will ruin your life. I'm sorry sweetie, but that's just the way it is now."

"He can't do that to me," I say wiping my eyes.

"Unless you are willing to let everyone know about these desires of yours, you must. He will have copies of the IMs you shared and he has videos of everything that happens here. He will send them to your family and to your workplace. Do you want that to happen?" she asks.

"No, but...," I start to say when she interrupts.

"There are no buts honey, I'm sorry, that's just the way it is," she tells me as she runs her hand through my hair. "It won't be so bad sweetie, you just have to do as you are told."

Chrissy sits down beside me on the bed and puts her arm around my shoulder then leans over kissing me again. I return her kiss, it feels so good to feel that she understands what I'm feeling. Her lips are so soft and the kiss is so nice and I find myself responding, kissing her back.

She breaks the kiss. "He would be mad if he knew we did that without permission.  You won't tell him, will you?" her voice sounding excited and a little panicky.

"No, I won't tell him," I reassure her but the way she seemed so scared of Mike made me even more disturbed. I look at her and she is looking at the door making sure no one is there.

"Come with me, you need to take a shower," Chrissy tells me standing up offering her hand.  I take her hand then it hits me how I'm acting. Here I am, kissing a flaming fag, holding his fucking hand. I pull my hand from hers. Damn, I'm even acting like she is a girl. What the fuck???

Chrissy looks at me, "You can't act like that or it will get very bad for you," she tells me, looking so serious. "You must understand what is happening here with this man. Do you want everyone to know? Do you, because he will."

"I just want to see what is was like, I wasn't looking for anything like this," I tell her, my voice almost breaking.

"I know," she acknowledges, "but it doesn't matter.  If he sees something he likes, he takes it."

"But..." I start to say when interrupted.

"And right now, he wants you," she answers. "Now come with me and get into the shower."

Feeling helpless and not knowing what to do about it, I follow her and take off the robe and the panties and get into the shower she has running for me. The water is hot and feels so good that I feel my body relaxing some. I try to forget for a couple minutes what is happening here. 

"There is a bottle of lotion on the shelf," she tells me. "Step out of the water and rub it all over your body. Don't rinse it off and don't get any in your hair."

I pick up the bottle and all I see are the words 'Hair Remover'. I know what this is going to do if I do what she told me to do. What are my choices, I know I can't let others find out. Nothing he can make me do can be worse than that. I think he would tell them too just from the way Chrissy acts. I open the bottle and spread the lotion all over my body. After a few minutes, it starts stinging. "Chrissy, it burns can I wash it off?"

"Not yet sweetie," she answers.

"Please don't call me that," I tell her trying to make her understand.

"Whatever sugar buns," she answers a laugh in her voice. "Go ahead, rinse it off."

I step back into the water but can't watch as I rinse off. Then I run one hand down the other arm and feel how smooth it feels. I start looking at myself and realize that all my hair is really gone. There is none on my arms or legs, my armpits are smooth and when I look down, all my pubes are gone. It looks so strange.  I can't go to the gym like this. I can't go golfing. What have I done? Then it hits me again. What choice did I have? 

I get out of the shower. I see Chrissy standing there looking at me. "Satisfied?" I ask her, trying to display my displeasure to her.

"What a little bitch," she taunts. "Look what I have for you." She holds up a pair of pink panties. "Ask me for them sweetie," she says her mood seems a little different since I got out of the shower. The sympathy has left her voice.

"Come on Chrissy, don't make this any worse," I plead.

"Ask me for your panties bitch," she says with absolutely no compassion.

"OK, can I have my panties?" is my curt reply. Next thing I realize is that she has thrown the panties at me and they hit me right in the face.

"I'm telling him how you are behaving," Chrissy says to me harshly as she turns to leave.

I watch as she walks away and then think what might happen. "Wait, Chrissy, please stop." She stops looks back and me then starts to leave again. "Please stop Chrissy, please," I plead. She stops then stomps back to me.

"You going to be good?" she asks me coldly. "You don't want to piss me off, you might need a friend."

"I'm sorry Chrissy, it's just that I'm not that way, you know fem, like you," my voice whiny.

"You sure, you sure sound like a little bitch the way you are begging me sweetie," she says, her demeanor so much different than before.




More Than I Wanted



"I'm not like that, really," I tell her trying not to sound the same as before.  She just looks at me.

"Tell me how much you like your panties," she tells me leaving no doubt she is serious.

I look back at her, her eyes unblinking till I look down. "I like my panties Chrissy, thank you for them."

"Go ahead, put them on, Stef," she tells me her voice sounding more excited.  She watches as I reach down and pick them up. I slide them up my smooth legs. They feel so soft and smooth and so different. Note that she called me Stef but ignore it, I really don't want to make her mad again.

"No, Stef, tuck your little cock back between your legs then pull your panties up tight," she directs.

I do as she says. It feels so weird to be tucked between my legs like that. I feel her hand take mine and I don't resist and she leads me over to a full length mirror.

"Look Stef, it makes you look like you have a cunt," she tells me.

When I look, I realize she is right. My cock tucked back like that make my sack almost look like pussy lips through my panties. I just stare at myself. No hair anywhere but on my head. Feel like some of the manliness of mine has been taken from me. I look at the guy beside me. Hot pants, high heels, lots of makeup, what the fuck am I doing here. I'm not like him. Then I look back at myself, standing there in nothing but panties. Holy shit. She squeezes my hand. 

"I have to take you back to him now Stef," she says breaking my spell.

"What is he going to do to me," I ask pleadingly. "Can you help me, I'm scared of him."

"No baby," she says, "you just need to do as you are told and everything will be alright."

She leads me from the bedroom back into his room. He is sitting in his big leather chair as she leads me up and makes me stand in front of him. He doesn't say anything, just looks at me. Then Chrissy slowly make me turn around stopping so he can get a good look at my ass. I can feel my face turning red from the embarrassment of being displayed like that to another man.

"Did he behave," Mike asks Chrissy, ignoring me.

"Not very well Sir," she tells him.

I can't believe she told him that.

"Come here," he says, his voice hard and demanding and no doubt that he is talking to me. I move closer and he reaches up and takes hold of my wrists with each of his hands and pulls them down onto the top of his knees.

"Legs straight, stick your ass out bitch," he tells me and I do as he says. It makes me bend over with my ass sticking up and out nicely. "How many Chrissy?" he asks of her.

"Five Sir but hard ones," she replies.

I'm trying to figure out what they are talking about when I hear him tell her to get the wooden paddle. I start to struggle but he holds me tightly by the wrists.

"You move one more time and it will be ten, bitch," he states. "Is that what you want?"

"Please don't paddle me Sir, please," I plead, "I will do what you want me to do."

"I'm not going to paddle you, Chrissy is," he tells me. "Unfortunately, she does get a little jealous when I take in a new girl."

"Sir, please, you got this all wrong," I beg him. "I don't think I'm ready for this and I'm really not into the fem stuff, please Sir." He nods to Chrissy and I hear this loud cracking noise then it hits me. CRACK!!!  My ass feels like it exploded.  Chrissy hit my ass very hard with the paddle. I hear a noise and realize it's me crying out loudly.

"NOOOOOOOOO, oh god, oh god," my voice crackling. "No more, please, please, it really hurt.

"Look at me," he says and I lift my eyes to him and he stares at me. "What is your name?"

"Steve Sir," I answer quickly and he just looks at me.  CRACK!!!!! My ass explodes in pain again. I scream from the pain and when I look down, Chrissy grabs my hair, pulls it back and makes me look in his eyes again.

"What is your name?" he asks again.

Trying to think but my ass feels on fire then realizing what he wants. "Stef Sir, Stef."

"And you want to be my sissy boy?" he asks staring at me.

Not being totally out of it, I know how to answer. "Yes Sir, I want to be your sissy boy."

"And all you think about is cock and how much you need men to teach you how to serve real men," he then asks.

"Yes Sir," I answer, tears running down my cheeks.

"Beg me Stef, tell me how much you want to be my sissy fagboy, beg me bitch," he tells me.

Sobs escape from me as I beg him. I tell him that I want to be his sissy and learn to serve real men. I promise to be good and do as he says. Tears flow down my cheeks. Realize I'm almost babbling.

"Did you get all that Chrissy?" he asks and as I turn I see the video camera and realize she taped the whole conversation. "Alistor99, that is your father's email address isn't it bitch. Maybe we should send him a copy of that video. What do you think? I think he would be so proud of his fag son."

"Oh god, no Sir please, I promise I will do what you want, I promise," pleading to him. Realize that he must have searched my wallet and got all my personal information.

"I know you will Stef," he says as he lets loose of my wrists. "I know you will. Chrissy the last three are for your pleasure. I'm going to my bedroom, just let me know if she gives you any trouble." He leaves the room. 

I start to stand up straight and reach for my burning ass.

"Put your fucking hands down and bend over, put your hands flat on his chair," Chrissy tells me.

I do what she says but plead with her. "Please Chrissy, I'm sorry if I did something wrong. I want us to be friends. Please."

"You faggots piss me off, come in here and think you can take my man from me, make him like you more than he likes me," her voice sounds so mad.

"No Chrissy, I promise it's not like that," my voice breaking, can see some tears have dropped on his chair. "Please help me get away, this isn't what I wanted at all."

"If you fucking move I will tell him you called him an asshole, now stick your ass out more bitch," she threatens.

I stick my ass out and brace myself. 

CRACK!!!!! I scream, the paddle catching just the bottom of my ass cheeks. I move my feet around trying to dull the pain but it doesn't help.

"Stand still bitch, stick it out again," she screams at me.

When I do, CRACK!!!!!! Screams...tears. I can't even talk, it hurts so bad.

"STICK YOUR ASS OUT BITCH!!!" she screams at me. I stick my ass out again but the pain is so bad I can't stand still, shifting from one leg to another.

"Whenever you are with me, you will try to talk like me, walk like me and act like me, DO YOU UNDERSTAND BITCH???" she shouts.

Between sobs, I get the answer out, "Yes Chrissy, I understand."

"And why will you do that?" she quizzes.

Crying hard, I blubber out, "Because I'm a sissy faggot."

"Just like me?" she asks.

"Yes, yes just like you," I cry out and then CRACK!!!!!!!! The hardest one yet again right at bottom of ass cheeks. I scream out and fall to the floor, reaching back trying to sooth the pain.

She grabs my hair and pulls me crawling across the floor and out the front door of the house. I see my clothes on far side of porch.

"We will call you soon bitch," she says slamming the door. 

I crawl over to my clothes so maybe I won't be seen and get them on. My ass feels like it's on fire and my pants make it worse. The tears flow as I wipe them away repeatedly. I make my way to my car and make my way home. What is going to come of this, it could be so bad, and I cry myself all the way home.

More to come sometime.