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Made Over

By: gbr2004



This story involves forced man to man action and gets into humiliation, bondage and discipline. Do not read if this doesn't match your interests.

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My name is Steve and just turned 18. I was finally going to have some adventure in my life. This is my first time away from home, a small town in Kansas. I had been accepted at USC in journalism school. I was so excited about going to California and meeting new people. I had been popular in school but being only 5'7" and 140, didn't play much sports. I had let my blond hair grow longer hoping I looked more hip. I had very little body hair and had gotten a nice tan over the summer.

I had found a small apartment near campus and if you know USC area well you know its not the best areas. I was going to concentrate on studies anyway so the apartment will be alright. I had settled into a routine with school but hadn't met many friends yet. I had met one of my neighbors though. He looked about 40, was 6"2, 200+ pounds, had black hair he kept slicked back. I didn't know what he did, we only exchanged greetings when we happened to run into each other. His name was Mike.

There were lots of pretty girls here but hadn't had any luck yet even though I was trying in the clubs most weekends. I was coming home around midnight one Saturday night when I met Mike coming in at the same time. He appeared to have been drinking too. 

"Hi Mike," I say as he looks at me.

"Hello, little fella," he answers. "What's a boy like you doing up this late?"

He talks to me like that all the time, I really don't like it but don't want to seem rude. "Not much, was hoping to meet some hot chick but no luck."

"Me neither," he says, looking at me. "Why don't you stop in and have a drink with me?"

Surprised when he says that but figure why not. "Ok Mike, sounds good." I follow him into his apartment. He takes off his black leather jacket and throws it on a chair.

"Sit down, little buddy," he tells me and I sit down. He goes to the kitchen and fixes us a couple drinks. He has a black long sleeved shirt on with jeans and black boots. He looks pretty buffed for an older guy, I think to myself. I sit there feeling rather nervous as he brings the drinks over and sits down in a large black leather chair.

I take a drink and the scotch is strong and I choke a little.

He laughs, "Maybe I should have made you a daiquiri."

I realize he's referring to a girl's drink but just lower my head a little. "No Mike, scotch is good."

"Damn hot in here," he says, pulling his shirt over his head.

I try not to look but he is right in front of me. I can see the black hair on his chest. Not a mass of hair but just enough to accent his pecs. Then there is the trail oh hair leading down into his jeans. I feel very uncomfortable sitting there with him like that, he is intimidating enough in ordinary situations.. I don't want him to think I'm staring but when I look up, I can tell that he has been watching me look at his chest, but he doesn't say anything.

"So you all alone in the big city Steve?" he asks me.

"Yes Mike, I'm going to USC," I reply.

"So where did you go tonight Steve?" he asks.

"When to the Brewery, always lots of hot chicks there," I tell him.

"But you came home all alone," he tells me like I don't already know it. "Maybe you are going to the wrong places."

"Maybe, I don't seem to be having much luck with the ladies since I got here," I acknowledge to myself as well as to him.

"They are probably just looking for more masculine men Steve," he says.

I can't believe he said that. I may be small but I have had my share of girlfriends back in Kansas. That was so rude but again I just sit there and let him talk to me like that without defending myself. "I guess," I say trying to sound like I really didn't appreciate what he said but know it really didn't come out right.

"Ever been to the Padlock Steve?" he questions.

"No, I haven't even heard of it," I reply.

"Too bad, you would be very popular there," he says laughing lightly. "Maybe I should take you there next Saturday."

I take a drink, can feel it relaxing me some. "I don't know Mike, you sure you want to spend time with a younger guy like me? I don't want to put you out."

"Be my pleasure Steve but it kind of a wild club and your dockers really won't fit there," he tells me. "Do you have an old pair of jeans?"

"Yes I have a few pairs I think I can still fit into, maybe a little tight though," I tell him.

"That will be ok Steve, how about black boots, you have any of them?" he asks.

"No Mike, just have dress shoes and tennis shoes," I reply.

"There is a Army Surplus place about 3 blocks away, go there and buy some old combat boots and some white socks," he says, it sounding more like an order than a request.

"Ok, I guess I can do that," I answer.

I am looking at him as he reaches down and adjusts his cock in his jeans. I can see it down the left leg of his jeans. It looks big even through his jeans. I can't believe he did that right in front of me. As I look up, I see that he was watching me check out what he was doing. He just smiles at me.

"You ok Steve?" he asks.

"Yea, yea, I better get going Mike," I tell him nervously as I get up off the couch. 

"Sure thing boy, we on for Saturday night then?" he asks me as he takes my arm and makes me look at him.

"I guess so Mike," I tell him.

"There will be no guessing Steve, I will knock on your door at 8:00, be a good boy and be ready," he says as his eyes never leave mine.

"Ok Mike," I reply.

"Don't you think 'Yes Sir' sounds better than 'OK' Steve, unless of course you don't think I deserve to be answered in that manner," he asks me, my arm still in his grip as he looks at me.

"No Sir, I mean Yes Sir," I can't keep from stammering, "I mean I think Yes Sir is the way I should answer.

"Good, I think so too," he tells me, "now get your little ass out of here and I will see you next Saturday night."

I leave his apartment and go across the hall to mine and go in and sit down. What the fuck happened in there. Damn, that was strange. I guess I can't hurt anything to go out with him next week, maybe there will be some hot babes there and maybe he will introduce me to some. It sounds like he goes there a lot. I just wish you didn't talk to me like that, maybe I can talk to him about it before we go out next Saturday.

All week is a blur. I can't seem to keep Mike out of my mind. Wednesday I find the Army Surplus store and get a pair of boots like he talked about. I go home and polish them to where they look better. I try and run into Mike and talk to him about how he talks to me before Saturday but I don't see him all week.

Its Saturday, 7:45, and I'm a nervous wreck. I have my white jockey shorts on under my jeans. The only pair that still fit was tight but I could get into them and didn't want to go out in new jeans, that is so lame. The white socks I bought are long and stick an inch above my black boots. Its not a look that I'm used to at all and feel rather uncomfortable. I put one of my polo shirts on and it didn't look right so I took it off and, after trying other options, settled on a dark blue tshirt. I look at myself in the mirror. Damn, those jeans are tight and realize the way I'm dressed makes me feel even thinner and smaller than normal. Almost ready to go change when I hear the doorbell.

I answer it and there is Mike. He has black leather pants on over his black boots. They shine in the light from my apartment. He has his leather jacket on and its zipped up even though it isn't that cool out. 

"Hello Mike," I say trying not to be too embarrassed being seen like this.

"Well, well, will you look at you, so much better look than that college boy look," he tells me.

"Thanks I guess," I tell him still embarrassed, "I wasn't too sure if it looked ok or not."

"Its perfect Steve, you will be the belle of the ball," he says laughing, not really making me more comfortable. "Let's go," he says as he takes my arm and leads me from the building and to his car.

We go to his car and get in and drive into an area I'm not really familar with. I do notice some XXX bookstores in the area and I swear some of the women I saw on the street were hookers. He finally pulls into a parking lot and I see the Padlock sign on a building at the end of the lot. I see several men standing outside, a couple in leather.

"Now Steve, this is a California club, you aren't in Kansas anymore," he tells me as I look around. "Look at me Steve," he says raising his voice a little.

Surprised at his tone, I turn and look at him, "I don't know Mike, you sure everything is OK?"

"Yes, I just wanted you to know this place might be different than what you are used to," he says his eyes holding mine. "I have a lot of friends here and I expect you to be a good boy and behave yourself in there."

"Mike, I don't know what you mean, I'm rather confused about all this," I tell him regretting my decision about coming here with him but I have no idea where we are.

"You just stay with me and do as you are told and everything will be alright," his voice very serious.

"OK Mike," I tell him feeling like things are spinning out of control and he gets out and comes around and opens my door. As I get out, he takes his leather jacket off. He doesn't have a shirt on, just a leather vest. He looks so masculine in the black leather he is wearing.

"Lets go Steve," he says taking my arm and leading me towards the door. I see the men stop talking and start looking at us. When we get close one of them speaks.

"Hey Mike, where did you get the pretty little chicken at?" he says as he and the other men laugh.

"Jealous Joe?" Mike replies as we pass and go into the club.

'Chicken'? What was all that about. I follow Mike, his hand still on my arm into the club. Its dark and smoky, a band playing in the back. Mike leads us to two empty barstools and we sit down. He turns towards the bartender but I look back into the club. All I see are men, and many of them in leather and denim. Some of the men don't have shirts on and I even see one younger guy in nothing but a jock strap. Jesus Fuck!!! I realize it's a gay leather bar.

I turn and Mike hands me a beer. He doesn't say anything, just watches me as I look at the people in the club.

"Mike, I'm sorry if I gave you the impression I was gay, I'm straight as can be," I tell him, hoping I don't sound like im panicking.

"No Steve, I know you are straight," he tells me, "that is what attracted me to you."

"Can we go Mike, please?" I plead.

"No Steve, we cannot go," he tells me. "I have been looking for a new boy for a long time and you will be perfect."

"What the fuck are you talking about Mike," I say in as rough as tone as I can, "I told you I'm no fucking faggot."

SLAP!! Mike's palm slaps my face hard. "I told you to behave in here Steve, I will not take that kind of behavior from my boy," he says harshly. "Do you understand boy?" he asks.

I see a few of the men near us looking at us. Feel like I'm about to cry for chrissake. I look at the look on Mike's face and know he is waiting for an answer. "Yes Sir," I finally say quietly.

"Drink your beer boy," Mike says, "its time we had a talk."

As he turns toward the bar, I turn the same direction, putting elbows on the bar. "Steve, I'm going to turn you into my boy. This can happen a couple ways. One is you do as I say, when I say, and how I say. I will turn you into a good little fagboy and you will be safe under my care. The other way is I give you to these men tonight. You are fucked over and over and will drink so much cum you won't need food for a week. They will use you, abuse you and then throw your ass out of here. Then I will take you home and again you will become my little fagboy. Your only choice is really how you want to be turned into my boy. Do you understand Steve?"

"You can't do that, I will go to the police," I tell him not believing what he is telling me.

"Yes I can Steve and the pictures I will have of tonight will be sent to your parents, your brothers and the university," he says, "I'm sure they will be so proud of how you are handing yourself in the big city."

"Why are you doing this to me? I never did anything to you," I tell him, my voice pleading with him.

"Because I want a cute little boy to serve me and you are perfect for that, you just don't know it yet," he tells me.

"No I'm not, I'm not like you at all," I answer.

"No Steve you aren't," he tells me, "I'm a real man, a man who uses boys like you for their pleasure and you are just a helpless little faggot."

"I'm not a faggot," I tell him again. 

He ignores my response. "So how's it going to happen Steve, the easy way or the hard way?"

I look at him and his eyes are cold and I know that further protestations are a waste of time. Oh god, what did I get into? Finally I answer in a quiet voice, "The easy way Sir."

"So if I ask you to slide off your stool and kneel between my legs and suck my cock, you won't have any trouble doing that Steve?" he asks me.

"Here? Now?" I say unbelievingly.

"If I ask you to Steve, yes right here and now," he answers, his voice so strong and commanding.

"Please, please, I don't know if I could do that," I plead.

"Maybe if you are a good boy and do as I ask, it won't come to that tonight, is that better?" he asks.

"Yes, thank you Mike," I answer.

"You will address me as Master or Sir, boy," only other men call me Mike. "Understand?"

"Yes Sir," I answer, feeling so out of control.

"Good boy, now follow me," he says as he gets up and I follow him into the men's room. "Take off your jeans boy."

I look around, we are alone in the restroom. I look at him and he stares at me. I reach down and unfasten them and pull them off. He takes them from me and as I watch he takes a pair of scissors and cuts the legs off very high. He puts them on the counter and looks at me in my jockeys.

"Take your shorts off and lean back against the counter facing out," he commands. 

I hesitate then do as he says, so embarrassed as I do it, my cock shriveled up from mbarrassment. He comes over and pulls me from the sink and starts cutting off my tshirt right below my pecs. Then he pushes my ass back against the sink countertop.

"Jack off, I want to see your cock," he tells me. 

I hesitate till he asks if I would rather do it out in the bar and believing he would make me do it, I start jacking off, till my cock stands erect at its 6" with my cockhead flared out. 

"Not bad for a little boy," he says as a couple other men walk in and I turn to cover up. "Did I tell you to move boy, get back where you belong and stroke your cock. NOW!!"

I do as told and the men stop and watch.

"Ask them if they would like to stroke you boy," he commands.

My face turns so red but I ask them, "Would you like to stroke me?"

One of them comes over and pushes my hand away and takes my cock in his hand. It's the first time that another man has ever touched it and it starts to soften until he starts stroking. His finger moves to my cockhead and he rubs some of my precum over the cockhead. It feels so good that my cock gets hard again.

"Is he yours?" the man stroking me asks Mike.

"Yes, I just found him. I'm starting his training tonight," Mike tell them.

"He's gorgeous, if you tire of him, you know where to find me," he says as he continues stroking me.

"I will have to see how his training goes boys," he tell them. "Hope to have this bitch around for a while for myself."

"Can't blame you, is he a good cocksucker?" he asks Mike.

"Don't know yet, he was just going to ask to suck my cock when you guys came in, weren't you boy?" he asks as his cold stare hits me.

"Yes Master," I reply, so embarrassed but know if I don't do as I'm told, things will get worse.

"Tell them how you can't wait to suck your first cock boy," he tells me.

I look down humiliated but, "I really want to suck your cock Sir," I say quietly.

"Sorry boy, you haven't earned my cock yet, put your cutoffs back on," he tells me.

I pick up my jockeys but he stops me.

"Throw them away, my boys don't wear them, just put your cutoffs on boy," he commands.

I throw them away in the trash and pull on the cutoffs. They are very short, the bottom of my asscheeks even visible. Only a small piece of clothes holds my cock and balls out of sight and know that if my cock get soft and goes down, it will show below my cutoffs.

"Much better boy, lets go back to the bar. I look in a mirror on way out, seeing how short the cutoffs are and my tshirt shows my smooth stomach. My black boots and white socks look so strange with the short cutoffs I now wear. Realize how gay I look now.

As we leave the restroom, he puts his hand out. "Take my hand sweet boy."

Embarrassed, I do as he says. I feel like everyone is watching us as we go to the bar. I hear a couple men compliment Mike on his new boy and realize they all know what is happening. Wondering how many times Mike has done something like this before. As we get to the bar, Mike gets back on his barstool but when I go to get on mine, he stops me.

"No boy, you don't sit in my presence anymore, stand between my legs," he tells me as he spreads his legs apart.

I move between them facing him. "Can we go Sir, please?"

"I will tell you when we can go boy. Now take a drink," he says as he holds my beer up and makes me drink while he holds the bottle. He holds it up making me take a big drink. "Damn boy, you ought to see all the men looking at your cute little butt," he tells me but when I turn to look, he grabs my chin and stops me from turning my head. "Maybe you should take your cutoffs off and show them what they want to see boy."

"Please Sir, please don't do this to me," I plead.

"Turn around boy, let them see you," he commands.

I turn around and see that several men are looking at me. Can see some of them leaning over talking to each other, wondering if they are talking about me. Mike puts his hand around my waist and pulls me back against him. My cutoffs press against his crotch and I can feel his cock press against me. He pushes my long hair back from one ear and whispers to me.

"Can you feel it boy?" he asks.

His cock pressed right up against my ass crack. "Yes Sir," I tell him.

"You will learn to worship it boy," he tells me, "you will not be able to get it out of your mind."

"Sir, please don't do this to me, please," I beg.

His hand moves up my stomach, under my tshirt and he takes one of my nipples in his fingers and squeezes. "Tell me what you feel against your ass boy."

"Your cock," I tell him.

"Rub your ass against it boy, show the men what you are," he tells me.

As I look out at the men, see that several are still looking at me. Mike squeezes my nipple harder till I start rubbing my ass against his cock. See some of the men smile and lean over and talk to their friends and some laugh.

"Lean your head back on my shoulder boy," he tells me, "and tell me you want to be my fagboy."

I hesitate, can I really do this I think? His hand leaves my nipple and goes down to my zipper. Oh god, he wouldn't. I lean my head back on his shoulder, looking back I do as he says. "I want to be your fagboy Sir."

"Good boy, now lift yourself up and down on your toes, rub my cock against your cute little ass, show the men how much you want to feel my cock," he commands.

I do as he says. I know my face is beet red as I feel his hard cock against my ass. He feels so big. Then realize my own cock is hard and as I look down can see it outlined in my tight cutoffs. Know the men watching must think I'm enjoying what I'm doing.

"Look at them looking at you, wishing you belonged to them. Tell me who you belong to boy," he tells me.


Made Over Ch. 02



Steve was a straight boy from the midwest going to college in LA. Naive, he goes out with a neighbor he hardly knows and ends up in a gay leather bar where his neighbor, Mike, informs him he is going to turn him into his gay slaveboy. He is made to suck Mike in the bar and others cum all over his face. He is then taken to Mike's main residence, where his training has started to turn him into the sissy fagboy Mike desires.

I wake up slowly and moan softly as I move, my body feels so sore. I lift my head hitting it on the iron bars at the top of the cage and then I remember where I am. I try moving around but not a lot of room. The room is totally black, can't hardly see hand in front of my face. I'm so thirsty and hungry but nothing there for me. Oh god, what did I get myself into. I try forcing the cage door open but can't get door to budge. 

Suddenly, a warm yellow light illuminates a big cock at the top edge of one corner. I realizes its just a dildo but it looks very lifelike. Its skin colored, at least 8" and rather thick. Behind it I see a container that holds what looks to be a white liquid. Then I realize if I want something to drink, this is my option. I move around to where its in front of my face. 

I'm so thirsty but damn, doesn't this ever stop. Finally I lean forward and slide my mouth onto the cock and start sucking on it. Nothing happens so I suck harder and still nothing happens. I push my head deeper onto the cock and then it feels different. Its warmer the further I go onto the cock and I realize its from the liquid inside the cock. I suck and still can't suck any out of the big cock.

My mouth gets dryer and I realize that I must try harder. I press my lips tight onto the cock and feel it compress as I tighten my lips. I slide the cock slides slowly from my mouth and I can feel that some of the liquid is being pulled from the cock by my lips. I keep my lips as tight as I can and I slide the cock further out of my mouth. When I finally get to the head, I suck the liquid from the cockhead. Its warm in my mouth, has a strange texture but tastes alright. Feels so good to get something wet into my mouth rubbing it around my mouth with my tongue trying to ease the dryness.

Unknown to me, Mike is watching on a video camera. He smiles as he thinks about what you just sucked from the cock. It's a mixture of vitamins and other nutrients that will keep you healthy. Of course, it does contain the drug that works on your ability to resist and an ample dose of feminine hormones. It's the color and texture of cum, just a coincidence he thinks, then laughs softly. Just what the boy needs.

I'm so thirsty that I have to have more. I slide my mouth back onto the cock and go down to get some more of the liquid. Start pulling it out with my lips till I feel it squirt into my mouth then go down and get some more. My head bobbing on the cock as I try to get more and more. I have found that the deeper I can take it, the more of the liquid I can get so I try taking it deeper and deeper till I am taking most of it into my mouth. Suddenly I realize that I'm sucking on the large cock like I can't get enough. 

I pull back licking my lips, some of the liquid there from my sucking. My thirst is satisfied but my mind feels so fucked up now. Why is he doing this to me? I think back to the pain of last night, the humiliation of last night. He hurt me so bad. I have to get away from this. I don't want people to know that I'm a fag, that I like sucking cock. I question myself, as I think back, to whether I did want to suck his cock. I kind of remember begging to suck his cock and seems like I really did want to do it for him. Am I a fag??? No, I'm not, I just wanted to play some. I really don't want others to know about what has happened to me. I will make him let me go. I will make him realize that this isn't what I wanted, that he has the wrong guy.

Suddenly the light on the cock goes out and I hear something pulling the cock from the cage. I flat screen monitor hanging on a wall in front of me comes on. On the screen are two younger men. Not ordinary men though, these two men were the epitome of flaming fags. They had on tight hiphuggers that displayed there packages prominently. They had pastel colors top with the shirttails tied together around the waist exposing their flat stomachs. They both had sandals on. Looking at them closer, could see the pink fingernails and the traces of makeup. Their eyelids were covered with little pink sparkles. Their lips were painted in a similar pink color.

As bad as this was, the way they talked and acted were even worse. They were holding hands and giggling like a couple girls. Occasionally they would kiss each other, running their hands over the tight jeans covering their bubble butts. They talked in that lispy way that everyone associates with flaming fags. It showed them walking through a mall. You could see the way people looked at them. They would lean over and say something to each other when a good looking man walked by and I know they were thinking about sex with him. The video continued for about a 30 minutes, no sex, just a videos of the two fags being so fucking faggy. No wonder people look down at fags.

When the video goes dark, I lay in the cage for about another hour. Why did he show that video to me, I wonder. Did he think that would turn me on. Just the opposite, I feel, just made me realize how pathetic fags like that look. Subtle lights illuminate the room. I hear a voice.

"You have one hour to take a shower and remove all hair below your neck. Any hair found remaining will result in punishment. Then get dressed, your clothes are on the table. Come up the stairs and knock on the door when ready. One hour boy."

I hear the lock on the cage door open. I push the door open and crawl out of the cage. Slowly rise to my feet, I feel so stiff and sore. As I move, feel my balls touch my legs and I jump as they are still rather sore from last nights abuse. I try to keep legs spread as I waddle over to the shower and start taking a hot shower. I see a bottle on the edge of the shower. 'Hair Remover' it reads. I don't see a razor around so figure I am supposed to use this so start rubbing it all over my body. I read the label and it says leave on for 15 minutes. I start rubbing it all over my body, making sure I get plenty in my armpits. When I go to rub it on my pubes, it hurts but not too bad.

After a few minutes it starts stinging. It stings on most of my body, but on my balls, it burns and its so hard to stand still and not wash it off. I rub my balls trying to ease the pain but it hurts enough to bring tears to my eyes. After 15 minutes I turn the water back on and watch as it washes the hair from my body. Looking down, it looks so strange not to have pubic hair. You would think it would make me cock look bigger but it just made it look like a young boy's cock. I turn the water on hot and stand there enjoying the feeling trying to put everything else out of my mind. 

Feeling better, I get out of the shower and dry off. Brush my hair out with a wooden hair brush on the sink counter. Looking at the counter, I see a tube of lipstick laying there. Next to it is some pink fingernail polish. Lastly, there is a small container of pink sparkles. I think back to the video and the boys in the video. I decide to go look at the clothes. On the table is a pair of jeans but they look more like girls jeans. Then I see the pink blouse and the sandals. It starts to hit me what the video was for. Oh no, he wants me looking like them. I'm not like them, I'm not, I'm not. I look at the clock, only 30 minutes left and don't want to take a chance of making him mad so I pick up the jeans. Under them is a pink thong. I set the jeans down and pick it up and look at it. Then I step into the thong, pulling it up till it rides into my ass cheeks. It feels so weird. Then I slide the jeans on and fasten them. They are tight and ride really low on my hips. It feels like I'm about to show everyone my ass crack. Then put the blouse on and tie up like they had it tied. 

I look at myself in the mirror. God I do look like a fag. Feel like I'm about to cry, this has got so far out of line. What can I do. I think back to the things I saw in the bathroom. I have no doubt that he expects me to use them. I so scared of him, I move to the bathroom and take the fingernail polish and polish my nails. Wondering how hard this will be to get off. I will make sure I have it all off before school Monday. Then look at the sparkles, wondering how they work. Dip my finger into the sparkles and they stick to my finger so I bring my finger to my eyelid and as I touch it, the pink sparkles cling to my eyelid. I do it till both of my eyelids are lightly covered with the sparkles. Then put the lipstick on, puckering my lips as I have watched women do. I then stand and look at myself and realize I look just like the boys in the video. I can't believe what a fag I look like. I walk around the room, talking to myself, trying to figure a way out of this. Suddenly I come to an apparatus, and looking down I see that it is the horse that I had ridden last night. The thought of the unbelievable pain scares me again. I got to get away, I think to myself. But what if he catches me and puts me back on this again, I couldn't take it again, I couldn't.

So confused, so scared, I realize how scared I am of him. I really must do as he tells me, I tell myself. Thinking back to the video and how they talked and walked. Will he expect that of me too? I know he does. I walk towards the mirror and try and force myself to walk more like they did. I take smaller steps and swish my ass more. It feels so strange but as I watch myself in the mirror, know that I look kind of like they did. Then I try talking more like them and find it hard to emulate. I keep trying till I feel like I'm talking more out of throat and less out of chest. Sounds so fucking gay, I think, but realize what I must do. I don't dare make him mad. That thought dominates my mind.

Finally my time is up and I go up the stairs and knock on the door. He opens the door.

"Hello boy, you have a nice night?" he asks.

Even though I was miserable, I tell him, "Yes Sir."

He smiles at me when he hears the faggy voice I used when I answered him. "Good boy, you look so pretty this morning." He takes me into the living room. There are three other guys sitting in there and they all stare at me when I enter. I hesitate but Master leads me over to his leather chair and sits down. He looks down at the floor next to his chair and I kneel down where he had looked. Can feel my face getting red. Its so embarrassing to have other men see me like this, know what they must think about me.

"Men, this is my new faggot bitch, steve," he tells them. "He visited Padlock with me last night."

I wonder if there men were there. Did they watch me suck his cock? Did they spray my face with their cum? All these thoughts going through my mind as I look at the floor.

"Did you have fun there bitch?" one of them asks.

"Yes," I answer.

"Come on boy, look up at the men and tell them how much you liked having everyone watch as you sucked my cock," Master tells me.

I look up and they are all looking at me. "I liked sucking his cock. I liked it that others watched me do it," I tell them, knowing that is what he expects of me.

"It was his first cock but he sucked like a real pro. Going to make a great wife for some man," he tells them and they all laugh.

I'm so embarrassed as I see them looking at me. Not hard to tell what they are thinking as I see the bulges in their pants. 

"Tell them what you did after I came all over your face bitch," Master tells me.

I look down. "I turned around and showed everyone the cum on my face and then they all came over and shot their cum all over my face," I tell them and hear them laughing at me.

"Probably can't get enough cock now, can he," another one of the man asks.

"I don't know," Master answers looking at me. "You want more cock boy?"

Continuing in my fag voice, I answer "Yes Master."

"Maybe if you get up and show the men what a pretty little faggot you are, maybe one of them will let you suck their cock," Master tells me. "Get up bitch."

I stand up and as I do Master turns some music on softly. I stand there embarrassed, not knowing what to do.

"Does he have a cock at all Mike?" one of the men asks. "Doesn't look like it, he looks as smooth as some of the young cunts we always see walking around."

"Yes, the bitch has a cock, a really, really small one," he answers and they all laugh loudly. "Sure he had the ladies screaming with the weapon he carries in his pants," Master tells them as they laugh at me standing there.

"Tell them how small you are bitch," Master commands of me.

I really never thought I was that small, I think to myself. I never got any complaints from the girls I fucked back in Kansas. I start thinking wondering if the girls thought I was small and just didn't want to be mean to me and say anything about it. I break that train of thought when I realize they are waiting for me to speak. "My cock is pretty small, I guess," I tell them.

"They shouldn't even waste giving fags like you a cock to begin with," the man with the rough shave says. "Might as well gave them a cunt, that's all they are good for anyway."

I look down embarrassed.

"Walk for us bitch," Master tells me. 

I start walking away from them, trying to swish my ass a little. Its so embarrassing to have to do this in front of several men. Master must have noticed my reluctance in behaving like this and called me over in front of him. 

"Do not move boy," he commands as he reaches out and starts unfastening my hiphugger jeans. He unzips them and pulls them down my hips. They are tight and when he stops pulling them down they are halfway down my thighs. Then he grabs me and before I realize what is happening, I'm laying across his lap.

"Boy, do you think you can embarrass me in front of my friends and nothing will happen?" he asks. 

I can tell that he is mad and the fear hits me all at once. I start apologizing and beg him to let me try again. He doesn't answer then WHACK. He starts spanking my ass hard, over and over, till it hurts so much that I can't help but cry. Then he stops.

"Who do you belong to boy?" he asks in that scary voice.

"You Master, I belong to you," trying to be as obedient as I can.

"And what are you boy?" he asks.

"I'm a faggot Sir, a faggot cocksucker," I tell him trying to sound like I like it. "Please let me suck your cock Master, please," I ask as I wipe tears from my eyes.

"My friend thinks you should have a cunt, he thinks you are just a sissy cuntboy," Master says. "Is he right bitch?"

"Yes Master," I answer. I'm glad that I'm over his lap and don't have to look at them. In a low voice I tell them, "I'm just a cuntboy."

"Don't tell me boy, get up off my lap and go tell him," Master tells me. "And if you don't want to end up over my lap again, you better behave yourself bitch."

I stand up and start to pull my jeans up. Feel so self conscious in the pink thong and go to pull my jeans up. 

"Did I tell you to pull your jeans up bitch?" Master snarls at me.

"No Master," I say then look over at the man who called me a cunt. He isn't smiling, just stares at me. He lifts his finger and motions for me to come to him. I waddle over to him with the jeans making it so difficult.

"Come sit on my lap bitch," the man tells me.

I move to where I can sit down on his lap. It feels so strange when my smooth cheeks hit his pants. My puts his big arm around me moving me around to where I feel his hard cock pressing through his pants right against my ass. Can feel cock start to respond but bend back between my ass cheeks like it is, its impossible for it to get very hard. He has me sitting sideways on his lap and makes me turn to face him.

"You have something you want to tell me sweetie?" he asks of me as the other men watch.

"Yes Sir, I'm sorry I didn't answer you earlier," I tell him. My eyes break contact with his as I look down. "I'm a cuntboy Sir."

"I know you are sweetie," he says as his hand moves down to the front of my thong panties. I feel his fingernails running over them against my smooth crotch. "Does that feel good," he says as one finger moves between my legs, lightly touching my tucked back cock. "Do you like me feeling your cunt?"

I know its wrong but his light touch feels so good that he makes me moan softly. "Yes," I tell him afraid my voice will break if I say more. He keeps rubbing me softly as he puts his hand to the back of my head and make me look up at him. He pulls my head closer and closer to his lips and I realize he is going to kiss me. I don't stop him but open my mouth as our lips touch. I want his kiss and moan when I feel his tongue enter my mouth.

We kiss passionately and he plays with me till without even thinking about it, I have spread my legs apart so he can move his hand between my legs and keeps rubbing me through my panties like you would rub a girl's pussy through her panties. When he breaks the kiss, I'm breathless. I look up at him and put my arms around his neck and kiss him again. I can feel the roughness of his 5:00 shadow against my smooth cheeks and I moan as I feel his tongue explore my mouth. I'm almost panting when he breaks our kiss and pulls my head to where he can whisper in my ear.

"I can't wait till he lets me fuck you cuntboy," he whispers seductively in my ear. "I will fucking turn you into my slut and my cock is all you will be able to think about."

I listen and know that his fucking me is a real possibility. I had thought that it might come to that but really was thinking mainly about if Master was going to fuck me. Will he let others fuck me too? Will he tire of me and give me to another?? I feel the man release me.

"Now get up, pull your jeans up and show your Master how a little cunt like you can walk," he tells me.

I pull my pants up, they still feel so low on my hips. I look at the man who lap I was so recently on and couldn't help but smile then I looked at Master. There was no smile on his face and I turned and walked away slowly. I was really swishing my ass and turned and smiled at them, my finger to my chin as I bend over wiggling my small ass a little. My mind was feeling rather contradictory, on the one hand feeling so strange trying to act so gay but afraid not to, that I might be punished again. On the other hand, it felt kind of sexy to be acting like this and having them look at me like they are. I can still taste his kisses.

Then I turn and walk as sexy as I can till I'm in front of Master. I go down to my knees and address him. "Master, I'm so sorry about the way I acted. It is not right for me to not appreciate the time you spend with me." I look up at him and say quietly to him, "Master, I'm your faggot cocksucker. May I please suck your cock," I beg of him not sure if I really want to or not but know that I do not want to piss him off again.

"Take it out cocksucker," he tells me.

I reach up and unfasten his jeans. Then I unzip him and I feel him lift up. I pull his pants down to his thighs and can see his hard cock unlined in his white jock strap. He smiles at me as he see me staring at his cock.

"Can't believe how much you want it, can you cuntboy," he asks me. "It's alright bitch, you fags can't help it." He reaches down and adjusts his cock as it grows harder. "Beg for it cocksucker."

My lips are dry, running my tongue over them to get them wet as I look at his cock. I didn't remember it being that big. "Please Sir, please let me suck your cock, I really want to, please," I beg of him. I can't take my eyes from it.

He reaches down and pulls his jock strap down to his jeans. His cock is so hard and standing straight up. He strokes his cock and I see a big drop of precum on the end of his cock. "Lick it off bitch, just with your fag tongue."




Made Over Ch. 02



I lean forward and lick it off. I taste it on my tongue then remember the taste and again I realize it doesn't taste bad at all. I lean forward to lick it again when...SLAP. Master slaps my cheeks hard.

"Did I tell you, you could lick it again bitch?" Master asks me gruffly.

Rubbing my cheek, I answer, "No Master, I'm sorry."

"Put your fucking hand down on I will give you something to rub bitch," he tells me in that voice that scares me so. "Now, if you want to suck my cock, you will have to do something for me. My friend Jack, you know, the one you were kissing like you were a fucking girl? He came over because I told him, I had met a little faggot that he might like to spend some time with. I really wasn't going to do it, was just going to tease him a little but you acted like you liked him so fucking much, I have changed my mind."

I think about Jack, he was over 6', strong build, black hair and a heavy stubble covering his face. He seemed rather nice to me, not near as mean as Master, I think. Maybe this might be my way out of this.

"Would you like that boy?" Master asks.

"I want to do whatever pleases you Master," I reply.

"Suck my cock slowly bitch as I think it over, and do not embarrass me in front of my friends if you know what is good for you," he tells me.

I lean over and take his cockhead in my mouth. My tongue worships it, trying to make it feel so good. My tongue brushes lightly under his cock head. I suck it deep in my mouth then start sliding it in and out. I try to take more on each downstroke. Really I like the way it feels in my mouth and I concentrate on sucking it as good as I can. Love the feel of his cock in my mouth when its all juicy.

His hand pulls my head from his cock. "You love it don't you bitch?" he asks of me and when I nod yes he rubs his juicy cock all over my cheeks. "You faggots always make the best cocksuckers, now take it all for me boy."

I put his cock back in my mouth and start sucking on it, taking more and more of it till I feel it against my throat. I relax knowing I have done this and push my head down harder. Suppressing the urge to gag, I let it into my throat. I feel his hands on my head.

"That's a good girl," he says.

Realize he called me a girl but not really concerned as I push it in deeper. Can feel it in my throat, but breathe through my noise, and keep it there.

"I think Jack really likes you bitch. I wasn't going to let him at you, you see Jack likes to get a little rough. He isn't a nice guy like me," he says sarcastically. 

My mind spinning thinking he can't possibly be worse than Master. I start moving up and down, letting his cock slide into my throat each time. I can feel his hand at my throat, feeling his cock through my neck.

"I bet you would like him to fuck you wouldn't you faggot?" he asks me. "Well, I won't let him bitch. I don't just give up virgin cunt for nothing." He holds my head deep on his cock. "But I will give him your cock and balls, that is what he really wants anyway," he tells me in that hypnotic voice. "He really doesn't think it right that they are wasted on faggots and that faggots should regret having them." 

This is getting scary quickly as I try to move off his cock a little but he keeps it buried deep in my throat. Thoughts run through my mind what he might want to do for me and it all distracts me from thinking about the cock in my mouth and Master notices.

He pulls my head off his cock again and looks at my wet face. "Don't think I want my cock in your mouth right now," he says laughing.

Wondering what he is talking about when...WHACK!!!

SCREAMMMMMMMMMMMMMSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!

I double up on the floor, my balls hurting so much. I look up to see Jack standing there and realized he had kicked me in the balls as I kneeled down in front of Master. I look at Master and he is just sitting there, detached from the scene.

Jack grabs me by the hair and starts pulling me towards the door that leads to the dungeon. The pain in my balls still so bad.

"No please, Master, please don't let him take me there, please, please," I beg as I'm being dragged across the floor. "I will do anything for you, Master, anything, please don't do this."

Master doesn't even answer. We reach the door and he leads me down the stairs, I almost fall several times as he makes me crawl down the stairs, catching me by the hair when I stumble. He slams the door behind us and I realize that Master is going to leave me alone with him. I'm so scared. He pushes me into the middle of the floors.

"Strip bitch," he tells me.

I take off my sandals and then the blouse as he stands there looking at me. Then I slide the hiphuggers down and step out of them. I go to take me thong off but he tells me to leave it on.

"Boy, I've been gay my whole life and faggots like you make it so tough on the rest of us," he tells me. 

"But Sir...", I start to say wanting to explain that I'm not really like this.

"Shut the fuck up bitch," he tells me.

"I don't know why you don't just put fucking dresses on and get it over with rather than making other gay men have to live down the way you act," he preaches to me. "I always think if I can make one more of you bitches admit what you really are, it makes it easier for the rest of us." He continues, "Now if you can convince me that you really want to be a cunt and not a boy maybe we can get through this without too much trouble. Look at you, standing there, not a hair on your faggot body, a pair of girls thongs on, what a pathetic sight," he says staring intently at me.

I want to tell him what Master has done to me, that he has it all wrong but I can't say anything, I just stand there my eyes to the floor.

"Take your panties off cuntboy," he tells me.

I slide my panties down and step out of them. He grabs my hair and pulls me over to a medical chair like a gynecologist would have and orders me into it. I get up in the chair and his grabs my ankles and puts them in the stirrups and then fasten them tightly with leather straps on the stirrups. Then he grabs my wrists and fasten them to the armrests. Next, my head is pulled back and a collar is fastened around my neck fastening me to the back of the chair. Then a wide leather strap is fastened around my waist. I try moving and can barely move anything.

"Please Sir, please don't hurt me," I beg of him, "I will do anything you ask, you don't need to hurt me Sir. Please??"

He leans over me, looking in my eyes, then leans down and kisses me lightly.

"Sweetie, you don't understand, I like hurting you. Your cries are music to my ears, the more you beg, the more I want to hurt you," he tells me, the look on his face cold and impassioned. "You really must be taught that faggots like you deserve to be treated as others want."

He moves over to a table and hits a button that starts reclining the chair I'm strapped into. It continues tilting back till I'm flat on my back and my legs are pointing to the ceiling. When it stops reclining, the movement changes and the stirrups start separating, spreading my legs wide apart. I raise my head and look down and see my cock and balls laying there so exposed. Oh god, no, I think to myself.

"Please Sir, please don't hurt me, please, I'm not really a faggot, Mike is making me do this," I plead, trying anything to keep him from me. He stands there looking at me.

"We both know what you are boy," he says after moving over near my reclined head. "You just don't believe it yet, but you will."

He moves away and I watch as he moves down between my legs. See him standing there looking at my cock and balls. He reaches down and puts his fingers around my scrotum pulling my balls down into their sacs.

"Too bad you have these boys, we both know you wish you had a cunt, don't you bitch?" he asks me as he tugs my balls firmly.

"Please Sir, please," I beg him as sincerely as I can. Tears in eyes.

He pulls on my balls hard, stretching them out. Feels like he is trying to pull them off.

"I asked you a question bitch," he snarls at me.

"YES, yes, I wish I had a cunt," I cry out to him. He releases the pressures on my balls as I moan from the pain.

"Strange, bitch, it really didn't sound like a bitch asking answering me," he says to me, "maybe you need another ball adjustment."

"NO, NO," I answer trying to sound more feminine. "I wish I had a cunt," I say in as sexy a voice as I can muster.

"Better bitch, you will learn to accept the fact that you aren't really a man at all, but just a flaming fag," he says as he squeezes my balls hard.

"OWWWWWWWW, oh god, it hurts," I cry out.

He moves over to the bench and comes back with a leather parachute that fastens around the balls and has 3 silver chaings leading down to a metal ring. He fastens it around my balls, trapping them under the parachute. He moves over to bench and picks up a white rope and comes over and ties it to the ring on the parachute. Then he moves over and puts the rope over a metal bar about 6 feet from me, and about level with my waist. Then I see him go pick up a metal weight that looks like it weighs about 5 pounds and ties the white rope to it and then lays the weight on a table near the bar. I realize what will happen if he drops the weight.

He walks over beside me and I look up at him. SLAP!! I cry out as he slaps me hard. I look up at him. Why did he do that? SLAP!! He slaps my other cheeks hard.

"You fucking asshole, you don't even know how lucky you are to have Mike choose you to be his fagboy," he almost shouts at me. "When you walk out of here, I hope you will have learned."

"I promise I will do anything you ask Sir, I promise, I promise," I beg of him.

"Didn't sound like a flaming fag to me boy," he says as he walks back to the table and picks up the weight and holds it where I can see it.

"I'm a fagboy, I'm a fagboy," I shout out in as fem as voice as I can work up. I watch as the weight falls from his hand then it hits me. "SCREAMMMMMMMSSSSSSSS." It feels like my balls are being pulled off. He comes back over me, my head moving from side to side, trying to make the pain stop but it doesn't.

I feel him grab my head and turn it sideways and he pushes his hard cock into my mouth. He unzipped himself and took it out sometime. "Hurts doesn't it you little fucker, now suck my cock," he orders me.

I suck him as the pain tears at my balls. It starts to feel like they are getting almost numb. He presses my head into his jeans, forcing his cock into my throat. I gag momentarily but not given a choice, find his cock buried in my throat. 'I'm going to own you someday boy," he says to me as he fucks my mouth, "I will break you," he says as he presses his cock as deep as he can get it.

He jerks his cock from my mouth and walks over and picks up a wooden ruler and walks back over to me. I look down, can see my balls stretched straight out from my body, my cock laying softly towards me.

"How come your cock isn't hard, faggot?" he asks. "Your cock should always be hard when you are being worked. Maybe I need to wake it up."

Crying hard, the pain in my balls so intense. I watch as he lifts the ruler and brings it down hard on my soft cock. I cry out in pain. Then again and again he hits my cock. My screams fill the room but know no help will come remembering Master telling me the room was soundproof. Finally, he stops and I lay there crying, sobbing loudly as the pain in my cock and balls is so overwhelming. He moves down to the table and picks up the weight and places it back on the table. My sobbing doesn't stop as I lay there crying.

He leans over me whispering in my ear. "Someday, I will open up your cunt. I will open you up so wide I will be able to look inside you and know that you are mine and I can do anything I wish to you. Maybe I will have you like this at a party," he continues. "But your cunt will be opened wide open with some surgical toys I have. We can use your cunt for an ashtray for my guests."

"Now, tell me what Mike is going to see when we go upstairs bitch," he asks me.

"A flaming faggot Sir, I will act as fem and gay as I can, I promise," so scared of him hurting me more.

"Before we go back upstairs, I really have to piss, you don't mind, do you?" he asks as he moves up near my head.

I realize what he expects. Oh god, how can I do that? But what will he do, if I don't, I think, not wanting to even imagine. I watch as he takes his cock out of his jeans. 

"Ask me for it faggot," he says quietly.

I'm so scared and hear myself saying, "Will you pee in my mouth Sir?"

"You want to drink my piss sweetie, is that what you want," he asks making it sound so nasty.

Tears run down my face, "Yes Sir, I want to drink your piss," I say so humiliated.

"When we go upstairs, you will ask Mike for the privilege of being able to drink his piss whenever he needs to go, won't you bitch?" he informs me.

"Yes Sir," I tell him. He reaches down and takes the parachute off my balls and he puts some lub on my cock and balls and starts rubbing them. Before long my little cock is rock hard and he is jacking me off. He doesn't stop and I cry out loudly as I cum in the palm of his other hand. It felt so good.

He lifts his hand to my face. "Open up faggot," he commands. 

When I open my mouth, he pours my cum into my mouth, I can taste my cum and swallow it and my tongue wipes off the drips on my lips and then he turns his hand over and I lick the rest of the cum from it. It's the first time I have ever tasted my cum, have a feeling it won't be the last time. I feel so humiliated after coming off the high of cumming.

"Now to wash it down bitch," he says as he moves closer and slides his soft cock into my mouth. First a drop, then another, and soon I am swallowing his piss as fast as I can, trying not to choke. He pisses for a long time, finally ending and I find myself sucking to make sure that I have all his piss. "Very good bitch, Mike will be so proud of you."

The piss tastes so bad in my mouth. I cannot believe that I let another man piss in my mouth and I drank it all. And, I know I am expected to ask Master to serve as his toilet and know that he will use me. Lay there, all the thoughts of what I have become, racing through my mind.

"It's ok faggot," he tells me. "It is how faggots like you are used by real men." He starts releasing me and finally I am free and I stand up. Reach down and rub my balls, they still hurt a lot. He comes up behind me, turning me, and kissing me deeply. "Once I own you, I will have to decide whether I will let you remain a man or not, bitch, and one day, I will own you," he tells me.

I shutter when he says that but just look down at the floor. 

"Here put these on," he tells me handing me a pair of orange hotpants.

They are a lycra type material and I tuck my cock between my legs and pull them up. They fit me skin tight and makes my ass look so cute I think when I look in a mirror. Then he tells me to lift my arms and he slides this white sweater type material down over my arms then around my pecs. Realize it about 4" wide and he adjusts it over my chest like a girl might wear it. It's fluffy white and looks so very feminine. I look at myself in the mirror and realize I do look like a sissy faggot. He hands me some white slippers with 2" heels and little fluffy balls on the top of the shoe. I put them on and look at myself in the mirror.

"Tell me what you see," he tells me.

I look in the mirror and see the flaming fag standing there. The taste of piss and cum remains in my mouth. I look at my crotch, it looks as smooth as a girls. "A sissy faggot Sir," I tell him softly in a very feminine voice.

He moves behind me, both of looking at me in the mirror. "You will try hard to keep Mike happy if you are smart," he tells me. "Of course, I hope he tires of you quickly." He bites my neck, making me moan. "Wish I was the one that could get your cherry, but I know I could never afford it," he tells me, "but I will have you sooner or later and then your life will see many changes bitch, you can believe that."

I moan as he rubs his cock against my ass. "Time for us to go upstairs bitch. If they don't see profound changes in your behavior, I will remember, and you will pay someday," he threatens and I don't doubt him at all. 

He grabs my hand and I smile at him like I really like what I have become. When he leads me, I walk just likes the fags in the video and my voice is totally different. What have I become, I think to myself as we go up the stairs.

Find out in Chapter 3



Made Over Ch. 03



This story involves forced cross dressing, gay sex and bdsm scenes. Don't read if not into these scenes.

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I had met a man in my apartment building and he had invited me to join him at a club he goes to in LA. I was a naive boy from Kansas attending USC and I had no idea what I was getting into. The club ended up being a gay leather bar and before the night was over I had been turned into a cock sucking fagboy. I had my face covered with cum and then taken to his house where I was punished severely and caged up for the night. The next morning I had been made to shave off all my body hair and dress up like a flaming fagboy. Then I was displayed to a couple of his friends and he gave me to one of them when he didn't think I was showing him proper respect. That man had taken me to the dungeon and had given me a very hard lesson in being a proper fagboy. He then dressed me in tight hot pants and a fluffy top wish covering my pecs and was taking me back upstairs to my Master.

He open the door and leads me out into the living room by my hand. I am taking small steps, swishing my ass and trying to act like the boys in the video I had seen. We go into the room where my Master and his other friend sat. He releases my hand and pats my ass.

I look over at Master, then I slowly walk over to my Master, my eyes down at the floor. In the most faggy voice I can muster, I start, "Master, I'm so sorry I was such a bad boy earlier. I want to make you proud of me and do whatever you want me to do to please you. Please forgive me Sir, please."

"My, my, just look at you," he responds. "What a pretty little faggot."

Feel my face getting red, but scared to death of these men. I really don't want to be punished anymore. "Thank you Sir," I answer. I put my finger up to my bottom lip, pulling it down a little as I look up and give him what I hope is a very seductive look. I open my mouth enough to let him see me give my finger a little kiss. He reaches out towards my crotch and I jerk back a little but stop quickly.

His hand touches my smooth crotch, the hot pants are so tight that my cock is pushed up between my legs tightly. "What is this?" he asks as he rubs my smooth crotch.

"It's my cunt Sir," I tell him knowing that is what he wants to hear. His hand feels so strange rubbing me there but realize it doesn't feel bad at all and feel like I want him to keep doing it but surely I don't, do I?

"Good boy, or is it girl?" he says and his friends laugh. 

I then hear them tell him they need to get going and a feeling of relief comes over me. Can this be the end of this, I wonder? The men get up and then Mike tells me to go tell his friends goodbye. I walk over to the man who had worked me over in the dungeon. He grabs me and pulls me close to him and kisses me deeply. His tongue deep in my mouth as his hands grab my ass cheeks and pull me against him. I can feel his hard cock pressing against my crotch and realize I'm pushing back against him. I moan as he breaks the kiss. 

"Don't forget to tell your Master what other duties you want to do for him" he says," and I remember him telling me that I was to offer to let my Master use my mouth whenever he has to piss. He then releases me.

I look at the other man. I see contempt on his face. "Forget it faggot, I'm not into sissies, I like real boys." His comments remind me what I have become and the reality of it hits me again. The two men leave me alone with Mike.

Mike looks at me. "Well, what do you want to tell me boy?"

I look down embarrassed. "When you have to go, you can do it in my mouth if you want to Sir."

"You want me to piss in your mouth, fagboy?" he asks. "Do you want to drink it all down for me?"

The thought of it sickens me but fear overcomes all and I answer. "Yes Sir please."

"Alright boy, since that is what you want, I don't want to disappoint you," he answers. "We need to go out for awhile now boy." he says. "Guess you don't want to go out dressed like you are, even though you look pretty hot."

Panic hits me when you mention going out but relax a little when you talk about me being able to change my clothes. "Where are we going Sir?" I ask.

"Don't you fucking worry about it, get into the bedroom and strip boy," he orders. "Hurry your little ass up."

I go to the bedroom and remove my clothes. Look at myself in the mirror. I look so strange with no body hair. As I look down, realize my cock is still tucked between my legs since it was pressed so tight up into my crotch. I reach up and pull it down. It looks so small and wrinkled. As I look at it, I think about how different it is from the men whose cock I have seen the last couple days. Are they right? Am I less than a man?

The door opens and Mike walks into the room. "What the fuck is that hanging between your legs," he booms, "if you know what's good for you, you will put that fucking pencil dick out of my sight."

I quickly tuck it back between my legs and close my legs enough to keep it trapped there. "I'm sorry Sir, I'm sorry," not knowing how wimpy I sound.

He moves close in front of me. I feel so nervous as he takes my hand and pulls it down to his crotch. I can feel his cock through his jeans. My hand stretches out over the length of it and I press down lightly to feel it better.

"You like it, don't you boy?" he asks of me.

Embarrassed to look up at him, I answer, "Yes Sir, it's so big." He release my hand but I don't move it and slowly move my hand so I can feel his cock better. Can feel the heat of it through his jeans. "Yes, I like it," I say again softly.

"Do you want to do more boy?" he asks quietly.

He puts one hand behind my head running it through my long brown hair. It feels good. He makes me look up at him. "Yes please Sir."

"Tell me what you want sweetie," he questions.

So hard for me to say but I know what he wants to hear and as hard as I try not to, I really do want to do it again for him. I answer softly, "I want to kiss it Sir."

He pulls me closer, and asks, "Tell me what you really want to do boy. Tell me what you really want," his breathe hot in my ear. 

Not having to face him when I say it makes it easier and I need to tell him, don't I? "I want to suck your cock Sir, I want you to cum in my mouth." Moan as he pulls my hair pulling my head back and then licking up one side of my face. I moan as I squeeze his cock "Please Sir."

He suddenly just releases me. "No boy, you haven't earned it," he says coldly. "I told you we were going out didn't I?"

Standing there, shocked, especially when I realize how disappointed I am that he isn't going to let me suck his cock. Standing there embarrassed at the way he made me beg to suck his cock. He did make me, really he did.

He hands me a pink thong and I put it on. It is very tight but wide enough in the crotch to hold my small cock pushed up between my ass cheeks. They feel so smooth and silky. Then he throws me a pair of black pants. They look way too small and are made of some stretchy material. "Put those on boy," he orders.

I look at them knowing they can't possible fit but I stretch it out enough to get my legs into the legs on the pants and start pulling them on. They stretch enough to pull up my legs and after a struggle I have them up as far as I can. They have a hip hugger type fit, are skin tight and when I look down, realize they end right below my knees. Look like capri pants I have seen on women. My crotch is smooth and when I turn and look in the mirror, the pants hold my asscheeks up giving me a round bubble butt. They are so tight you can see them pulling into my asscrack a little shaping each cheek.

Oh god, I think, he can't make me go out like this, can he? Then he throws me a pink tshirt. I look at it and see how short it is. I put it on and try to get it on right. It is so tight, it shows my little pecs clearly and the material is thin enough, my nipples show clearly. It stops right below my pecs showing my smooth stomach. Then he points to the dresser and beside it is a pair of high heel pink tennis shoes. Definitely shoes made for a girl. I don't hesitate, hot wanting to anger him and go get them and set down and put them on. They make me stand different and when I look in the mirror it looks like it lifts my legs out and ass even more. Realize I'm turning, looking myself over as he watches.

"You look so pretty Stevie, don't you just love the way you look," he asks.

Thinking carefully before I answer, I answer in a really faggy voice, "Oh yes Sir, I just love the way it looks." My mind so confused. I can't like the way I look, can I? Nevertheless, I do keep looking at myself in the mirror.

He comes over to me, "Pucker up sweetie."

I pucker my lips and feel him putting lipstick on me and then his fingertips rub something on my eyelids. He puts some mousse on my hair and combs it back and then pulls some down over one side of my forehead and almost over one eye. Then I feel him put a necklace around my neck, it feels like gold since its rather heavy. He then leads me over to the mirror. I look at myself. Lips pink and look so wet, hair looks wet and fem, looking at eyes, see pink glitter on my eyelids. Then I look down at the necklace. It is gold and about 3 inches long. It is in the shape of a hard cock with two balls.

I panic, and turn to him "Please Sir, please don't make me go out like this please." I start begging. "I will suck your cock Sir, you can fuck me, I will drink your piss, but please don't make me go out like this."

He looks at me. "Do you think we need to go back into the basement Stevie?"

Remembering the pain and how unbearable it is and how fearful of that place I am, I answer, "No Sir, please don't take me there."

"Its your choice Stevie, you tell me where you want to go," he says coldly.

Feel like I'm about to cry but know I can't go back down there. "I want to go out Sir."

"Walk for me Stevie, show me how much you want to go out and be a good little fagboy for me," he says to me.

Knowing his intentions of displaying me as a faggot but what choice do I have. I start walking around the room and as I do I start swishing and trying to imitate the boys in the video. Feel so weird to be swaying my ass and taking such small steps, one foot nearly in front of the other as I walk. As I do this, he puts on a pair of black leather slacks, black boots and a tight black tshirt. On the front of the tshirt are the words. 'The Bitch Belongs to Me.'

He leads me over in front of the full length mirror. Standing slightly behind and to the right of me what do you see Stevie.

Staring at the image, studying it and finally say. "I see a dominant man Sir, a real man."

"And what else do you see boy?" he asks.

"A sissy fagboy Sir," I answer softly.

He softly pulls me back against him. I can feel his cock as he pulls my asscheeks against him. It feel so hard.

"Don't you look pretty Stevie?" he asks as he presses against me.

Embarrassed to admit it but do think I look kind of pretty. But I also realize it pretty like the flaming fags I used to look at when I first came to LA. Not able to stop myself, I start pushing back against him, moving so I can feel his cock pressing into my ass crack. Finally I answer, "Yes Sir I think I look pretty."

"And why are you wearing that necklace Stevie?" he asks.

Grinding against him, I look at him in the mirror. "Because I like cock Sir."

He reaches down and rubs my smooth crotch. "Isn't it so nice not to have to worry about your little cock?"

I feel his hand move to my crotch and he presses between my legs. "Yes Sir," I moan loudly as he presses me back hard against his crotch. 

"What do I feel Stevie?" he questions.

"My cunt Sir," my breathe ragged. "I will suck you Sir. Can I Sir please?"

"No Stevie, no you can't be a cocksucker right now, we have to go out," he tells me as he eases me away from him. "Its time now."

I notice its about five in the afternoon when I see the clock as he leads me from the house. The bright sun makes me squint as he leads me to his car. Its so embarrassing to be outside dressed like this. Quickly get into the car, lowering myself in the seat and then lower my face hoping people won't be able to see me clearly. He drives off and after driving for a while, I notice that he is getting closer to the campus where I attend school. 

"You have been having trouble in your math class Stevie," he says. "That's not acceptable."

How does he know this? I wonder how many things he knows about me. It scares me how badly he can fuck with my life. How did this happen to me? Two days ago I was a straight college student just trying to get by in the big city and look at me now. How did this happen??? He starts driving onto the campus. I can't stand it, starting to panic. "Please Sir, please don't let others see me here," I plead. "I have to go to my classes and all that." Panic overwhelming me, what am I going to do??

He parks in front of the math building and looks at me. I start begging him not to make me do this. "You are going to be a good girl for daddy, aren't you Stevie?" he asks me.

"Please Sir, please don't make do this." I beg of him almost in tears.

"Its Daddy, sweetie," he says coldly, "and you don't want to make Daddy mad do you?"

Knowing how he can fuck with my life, I look down and softly tell him, "No Daddy."

He gets out and comes over to my side and opens the door, offering his hand to me. I take it and he helps me out of the car. I'm panicking a little, looking around to see who watching. There are a couple guys standing nearby, looking at us and see one couple holding hand walking our way. I try to let go of your hand but you hold mine tight in your hand.

"Behave yourself unless you want Daddy to spank you right now," he says loud enough for the two boys to hear.

Embarrassed, I look down.

"Do You???", he says again loudly.

"No please," I say, head down, so embarrassed.

He lifts me head making me look at him. "Now tell Daddy that you are going to be a good little sissy for him."

The two guys are just staring at us and the couple has stopped and are watching too. So scared I answer him, "I will be a good sissy Daddy." My face feels like its on fire. He starts leading me up the sidewalk where we have to pass the two guys. Smile at them and say hello, I hear him tell me under his breathe.

Oh god, I can't believe what is happening but as we approach I look up and force a smile to my lips and say hello softly. They just stare at me as pass them. After we have passed, Daddy stops me and makes me looks at him.

"If I hear your voice like that again, you will regret it sissy. You know what you are and I expect you to behave properly. You will sound like a sissy faggot, you will walk like a sissy faggot and you will act like a sissy faggot. Do you fucking understand!!!" he lectures.

"But Sir..." I start to say when his hand slaps my face sharply. It really stings and I realize I'm starting to cry.

"DO YOU UNDERSTAND???" he says loudly.

"Yes Daddy", I answer, realizing I forgot to call him that. Trying to stop crying but still feel tears running down my cheeks.

"Show me," he says as he leads me down the sidewalk toward the math building. 

I follow, him holding my hand again as I try to walk like the boys I saw in the video. Taking small steps, swishing my ass, placing other hand on my hip. I must look so fucking queer, I think to myself. Its Saturday so not many people around but the few in the building we see, all stop and stare at us. I'm so humiliated and keep me eyes down not making eye contact. He leads me into my math professor's office. How does he know all this, I question again. My professor is sitting behind his desk. He is about 50, 6 foot tall, black hair and in good shape.

He stand up, 'Hello Mike" he says shocking me that he knows the man I'm with, "and who the little cutie?"

"Hello Dan, good to see you again," he answers. "This is my newest little sissyboy and he is cute, isn't he?"

"Yes, where did you find him?" he asks.

"Oh, he found me online actually, begged to be my sissy," he answered. "Told me how much he wanted to be a total cunt slave. Didn't you sissy?" Daddy says looking at me.

Realize my professor doesn't recognize me, after all it is a pretty big class. "Yes Daddy," I say softly in as fem as voice as I can.

Dan laughs, "I should be so lucky, a guy can't have too many sissies."

Daddy laughs as he answers, "Well Dan maybe you should be more observant. This little sissy is in one of your classes."

My head goes lowers as I hear this. I can't believe he told him even though I realize the professor is into same things

"Go introduce yourself Stevie," Daddy tells me.

Slowly I walk over in front of him. "I'm Steve Watkins, Sir." He looks at me looking me over good.

"Maybe if you got down on your knees, I would recognize you easier Stevie," he tells me.

I look over at Daddy and he nods his head so I slowly sink to my knees in front of him.

"Now look up at me Stevie," he tells me.

I look up at him and his eyes bore into me but I continue to look at him.

"Open your mouth wide sissy," he says next.

Embarrassed, I do as he says.

"I don't recognize him Mike." he tells Daddy. "This faggot must have never sucked my cock or I would recognize him like this."

"No Dan, I don't think he has, but he told me he thought about sucking you all the time, didn't you Stevie?" he asks.

So humiliated but nod my head up and down.

"Matter of fact, I got tired of hearing him talk about it, so thought maybe I could kill two birds with one stone. I know Stevie isn't doing too good in math and I know how much you like sissy faggots so thought we should visit you," he explains.

"Is this true Stevie?" he asks me taking my chin in his hand making me look at him.

Knowing what Daddy is doing but I can't make him mad, I can't. "Yes Sir."

Dan looks at Daddy, "I can't just give her a good grade for sucking my cock," he tells him. "That would be more like a reward for the sissy but....".

"You are right Dan, please continue," Daddy says.

"Stand up young lady," my professor tells me.

It seems so unreal to be referred to as a girl but I get up. He lead my over to his desk.

"Pull your pants down to your knees sissy," he orders.

My daddy sits down in a soft leather chair and watches as I struggle to pull the tight pants down to my knees. So scared, what if someone was to walk in. Know the door isn't locked. I finally get them down to my knees. See him lick his lips as he looks at my bright pink thong.

"Ok Stevie, bend over my desk and grab the other edge, if you know what's good for you, you will not let go. 

I do as he says. Thinking about how it just gets worse and worse. I hear Dan open a drawer and take out something. Suddenly an a loud noise and then the pain hits. He had just hit my ass so hard with a wooden ruler. I cry out loudly then realize someone might hear me. Then two more. WHACK!! WHACK!! OH GOD!! The ruler really hurts bad but I keep myself from crying out too loudly.

"You will sit in the front row from now on Stevie with the other girls," he tells me.

When I don't answer promptly, WHACK!! "YES Sir". I cry out.

"You will giggle, play with your hair and be a perfect sissy boy. won't you Stevie?" he says sternly as once again the ruler comes down hard, catching just the bottom of my ass cheeks. I start sobbing and soon I'm crying hard. If anyone asks your name, you will tell him that you like to be called Stefi," he states. "You will sign all your papers as Stefi."

"And after class you will come to my office," he states. "Tell me why you will come visits me each day."

Sobbing loudly, I answer him, "To suck your cock Sir."

"That's right sweetie, now asks me for three more swats then you can go to Daddy," my professor tells me.




Made Over Ch. 03



"But Sir they really hurt." I beg him.

"Ok Stevie, now its has to be five swats", he says coldly. Oh god! In between sobs, I finally get it out. "Please paddle me Sir, please." And he does, five very hard swats with the ruler. By the time he finishes, I'm crying so hard.

"Go to your Daddy, sweetie," he tell me.

I waddle over to Daddy an he pulls me into his lap, running his hands through my hair, kissing me lightly. My ass feels like it is in fire. He moves me to where my ass isn't on his lap but exposed with my pants still down to my knees. He moves his finger to my mouth and I suck it in, sucking on it, sobbing loudly with tears running down my cheeks.

"Its ok sweetie, you know he was right," you tell me quietly. "You are a bad little girl and bad little girls must be punished. Isn't that right sweetie?" my Daddy asks.

Still sobbing, I nod my head yes.

"Don't you think you should thank him for the nice paddling?" Daddy asks.

I look up at Daddy with my tear filled eyes, then at my Professor. "Thank you for my paddling Sir. I will do better in your class, I promise," my voice soft and fem.

"Stefi, ask your Daddy if you may dress like a sissy fag boy when you come to your classes," my Professor tells me. "Everyone should know that you are a boy, just a sissy faggot one."

How far is this going to go? I try to imagine. Could I really go to class like this? How would I be treated? They would all know. Realize I'm crying hard as they both realize what is going through my mind.

"Ask him Stefi," he says softly.

My eyes down, broken, "Daddy, can I dress like a sissy fagboy when I come to school?"

"Sure honey, we will get you some really hot clothes," Daddy tells me. "You will be the most popular girl in no time. I'm sure the boys will just love you."

I sit in his lap sobbing as he brings his finger to my mouth again and I start sucking on it. 

"Lift your knees up Stefi," Daddy tells me, "be a good little sissy for Daddy."

He takes his finger from my mouth and bring it around my legs and places it directly on my hole. He moves it slowly around my rim, the juice from my finger feels so good there. Then he brings it back to my mouth again and almost mindlessly I start sucking it again.

"Get it nice and wet sweetie," he says softly. Then his finger moves back to my hole. "Does it feel nice on your pussy, Stefi?" His finger applying slight pressure then he withdraws it totally away.

Still sobbing lightly and without thinking about it, I start moving toward him when he moves it away. It feel so good when he is touching me lightly there.

"Does Stefi want more?" he asks his voice almost hypnotic

A feeling of closeness envelops me as I moan lightly and nod my head yes.

"Ask Daddy to finger your pussy Stefi," he continues.

"Please Daddy," my voice weak and begging. Feels almost like an out of body experience.

"Put your arms around my neck and ask me like a proper sissy, Stefi," he voice low but so commanding.

I look at him then move to where I can put my arms around his neck. As he stares at me, I pull myself up and keep moving till I feel my lips on his. I start licking his lips. "Please Daddy, please."

He kisses me deeply, his hand on the back of my head holding my firmly. Suddenly his finger, presses against my hole hard and then through then buried all the way up my ass. My screams fill his mouth as I struggle to move but he has me impaled on his finger.

He doesn't move his finger, letting me try to adjust to it. It feels so big. He keeps his lips locked onto mine till I settle down. It still hurts but not as bad. I try to force myself to relax but its so hard to do it. Finally he breaks the kiss, his lips go to my neck kissing it. My head moves to the side letting him have more access to my neck. His lips feel so good kissing my neck.

Then his finger moves inside me. It feels like he is trying to move his finger in a circular manner. It hurts yet but it bearable and it begins to feel his finger is stretching my pussy out more. 

"My baby has such a tight pussy," he whispers in my ear. His finger moving around in my ass more. Suddenly I moan loudly as he hits a spot that makes me jump. Then he starts pulling his finger slowly from my pussy. 

Is he going to take it out, wonder. It hurts so much when he first did it but now it feels different. I realize that is felt good at the end and when he touch that one spot, that felt so good. Can't believe that I am wishing he wouldn't take his finger out but it did feel good. His finger stops just inside me.

"Tell Daddy what you want Stefi," he tells me in that hypnotic voice. 

Without hesitation, I pull my lips up to his ear. "Please Daddy, please put your finger back into my pussy." He slowly slides his finger back into my pussy. Oh god, it feels so good. I moan loudly turning my head to where I see my Professor watching us closely. Realize my mouth is open, another loud moan as he pulls his finger out and then slowly deep into me again.

He starts finger fucking my pussy faster. In and out. In and out. I realize I'm pushing my ass back when he pushes it in. It feels so good when he has it deep in me. My head back into his neck as I hold my Daddy tightly. I feel him pulling my hair moving my head to where he can get to my neck. He starts sucking and kissing me high on my neck. 

"Sissy need to be marked properly," my professor says making me realize that Daddy is giving me a big hickey. Know I should try to stop him but all I can think about is his finger in my pussy. Oh god, it feels so good. He goes faster and faster and I realize what's going to happen.

"Please Daddy, please stop," I plead my moans mixed with my pleas but he doesn't slow down. Suddenly I tense up, my body stiffening, as I cum hard in my panties. Feel my hot cum running down my panties to where it is on his finger. He pulls his finger out and just rubs my cum all over my pussy. It feels so good, I can't stand it. Stiffening again as it feels like I was cumming more. Shaking in his lap as my emotions overcome me. Not believing how good that felt and how different and how intense it felt when I came. I can't remember cumming that hard before.

As I calm down, he brings his finger to my lips and my cum is spread lightly over my lips. The taste is different not bad. Unconsciously, I try to capture his finger with my mouth but he doesn't let me.

"Its time to go sweetie," he tells me. "Get up and pull your pants up."

I pull myself from his lap, my knees weak but I adjust quickly. I work at pulling up the tight pants and when I get them up, can feel them pressing the cum in my panties around. It feels wet and messy but what can I do. Swear I must smell like cum too, hoping I'm wrong.

"You really are quite the little sissy faggot, Stefi," my professor breaks in. "We will have so much fun. I bet you can't wait to get a real cock in that pussy, can you sweetie?"

So overcome from the emotions of what just happened, I just stand there. I feel my Daddy taking my arm.

"We have to go Stefi," he tells me. "Go tell Dan how you can't wait to suck his cock Monday afternoon."

I look over at my Professor and he sits on the edge of his desk. I walk over to him feeling my cum squishing between my legs. Embarrassed as I slowly come off the high I just experienced but standing in front of him looking down at the floor, I tell him. "Sir, I can't wait to suck your cock when I come to your class Monday."

"You will sit in the front row and you will make sure you stare at my crotch enough for some of the other girls to notice, won't you Stefi?" he questions. "If I don't feel that you do it properly, there will be another paddling before you are allowed to suck my cock. Do you understand, Stefi?"

Face down, "Yes Sir, I understand. I will do as you say."

"Good girl," he tells me.

"Thanks Mike for sharing your little faggot with me," he tells Daddy, "rest assured I will return the favor."

"No problem Dan," Daddy answers, "I need someone to keep an eye on her while she is at school, to make sure she behaves properly and I know I can count on you to keep her in line. You may punish her as you see fit."

They shake hands and Daddy pulls me from the room. I'm in a daze and the next thing I remember is getting into the car and driving off with Daddy. I feel so out of control and have no idea how to change the direction my life is taking. What is going to happen to me?

*

We will see in the next chapter, won't we. A little Christmas gift to those who emailed me telling how they enjoyed my stories. Hope you enjoy them too. Appreciate any feedback.



Made Over



Almost in tears, I answer, "I belong to you Sir."

"Its time to show them who you belong to boy, do not disappoint me," he says as he pushes my head off his shoulder and turns me around to face him. "On your knees now boy."

"Please Sir please don't make me do this," I plead.

"On your knees now boy," he commands.

I slowly drop to my knees, glad I don't have to be facing anyone at least. His crotch is eye level to me. I can see his cock outlined in his black leather pants.

"Unzip me," he orders.

My hands shaking, I unzip his pants. I can't believe he is doing this to me.

"Do u want to take it out boy?" he asks. 

"Please Sir please don't make me do this here," I plead.

"Next wrong answer, you get a spanking right in front of all these men, now do you want to take it out?" he asks.

Tears in eyes, I nod my head yes.

"Why do you want to take it out boy," he asks. 

I see the men on either side of him watching. Know what he expects me to say and don't want to make him mad so reluctantly I answer him. "So I can suck it Sir," I tell him.

"All the men here will know you are a cocksucker boy, is that what you want?" he asks.

I can see that he wants to humiliate me in front of his friends. I nod my head yes.

"Answer me boy, tell me what you want the men to know you are," he tells me in that cold voice.

Tears run down my cheeks as I answer, "I want them to know I'm a cocksucker Sir."

"A cocksucking faggot?" he asks.

"Yes Sir, a cocksucking faggot," I tell him, totally humiliated.

"Take it out faggot," he tells me.

I can't believe he is doing this to me. I am scared what he said about being used by all these guys if Mike leaves me alone. I can't chance it, can I? I lift my hand and reach inside his leather pants with my right hand. I find he isn't wearing underwear and I feel his cock at my fingertips. I stop, can I do this? What will happen if I don't I think, and I move my hand closing it around his cock. Its so warm, not rock hard, but firm and big. I pull it from his pants and it springs out in front of my face. I can't believe how thick it is, my hand doesn't come close to reaching around it. I find myself staring at it when I hear Mike's voice.

"Kiss it faggot," he tells me.

I am too humiliated to look up but know what I must do and I lean forward and kiss his cockhead lightly. It's so smooth and feels so strange. Realize I didn't find the taste to be offensive. I pull back looking at it.

"You want to kiss it again don't you?" he asks me, his voice smoothing but firm.

I look at it and without really thinking, I tell him quietly. "Yes."

"Yes what boy, tell me what you want right now," his voice the only thing I can hear. I can't really tell how many people might be watching.

I look at the cock, a drop of precum leaks to your piss slit. I see it there and find myself wondering what it might taste like. Its wrong, I know, but I have to tell him, don't I? "I want to kiss your cock again Sir, please," I ask him.

"Only faggots want to kiss cock, isn't that right boy?" he asks me.

"Yes Sir," I tell him, not liking where this is going.

"And you want to kiss my cock, isn't that also true boy," he asks in that strange voice.

"Yes Sir," I tell him lowering my head even more.

"So what would that make you Steve?" he asks in a voice that can not be ignored.

Totally humiliated, I do what I must. I tell him, "A faggot Sir."

"What boy? I can't hear you," he commands me to say it.

I break down, tears start pouring as I spew it out, "I'm a faggot Sir."

"Don't cry boy, you have earned my cock," he tells me in a calm voice. "Show my friends how much you need my cock in your mouth. Show them that your only concern is trying to please your Master. Now get on my cock with your faggot mouth boy. Show them or else," he says leaving no doubt the seriousness of his instructions.

I have to do it. He is making me do it. But why do I want to do it. Why do I want to lick up that drop on his cock. My mouth moves forward and my tongue reaches out and licks the precum from your piss slit. I bring my tongue back and taste it, it taste ok, I savor the taste. It tastes good. I lean forward and put my hand around your cock and stroke it, bring another drop of precum to his cockhead. I lick it up. MMMMMM

"You want it don't you boy?" he says, his voice the only sound I hear then realize that I'm kissing his cockhead. My tongue licks all over the head. It so smooth and alive.

"Now boy, show my friend what a cocksucker does," he says. "And boy, you will not stop until you have it all the way into your mouth. This is not open for debate and do not embarrass me in front of my friend. Now suck faggot," he commands.

I close my eyes as I listen to him and know what is expected of me. I imagine how it will feel to have a cock in my mouth. How will I ever take it all. As I think about it, I feel my mouth opening and sliding his cock into my mouth. I have to stretch my lips as his cock thickens. My mouth fills so full. Then I slowly slide it out of my mouth. My lips trying to hold it as I pull my mouth off it. Its so hard, its so soft, its so thick, mmmmmmmmmmmm.

Then back into my mouth, slowly I suck it in, my cheeks hollowing as I suck on it, pulling it into my mouth. It goes deeper this time and I feel like I'm going to gag, but I pull back a little and suppress the gag reflex. It fills my mouth. I imagine what I must look like as I feel you grab my long hair and slowly pull me off your cock. My mouth still open my tongue reaching for it as its pulled from my mouth.

"You want more boy?" he asks of me as he pulls my hair keeping my lips an inch from his cock.

"Yes please Sir, please?" I plead, I must get it back into my mouth.

"Only if you take it all for me this time can you do that faggot?" he asks.

I think about gagging last time and wondering if I can do it. If I can relax my throat and just do it, I'm sure I can, I want to suck his cock some more so I will do it. "I can do it Sir."

"Put your hands behind your back boy," he commands and when I do I feel metal handcuffs being snapped on my wrists. I feel his hand come to the sides of my head, wrapping around to the back of my head. "No boy, I don't think you can, but I know I can boy," he tells me in that cold piercing voice.

I take a breathe as I feel him start pulling my head onto his cock. It stretches my mouth and slowly slides in, very slowly, very steady, deeper and deeper. It fills my mouth and I feel it nearing my throat and I gag a little. He doesn't stop but forces it into my throat, holding my head tightly as I gag and strangle on his cock.

"Breathe through your nose faggot," he tells me.

I try to do it and realize that I can breathe. Thinking about that, I had forgot about my throat and realized that his cock was inside my throat. I could feel his hand rubbing his throat and passing over my cock. He would rub it like he was stroking me, it felt so strange, and he kept feeding my more of his cock. Realized that it was deep in my throat and that I could handle it. I feel his pubes against my lips and know that I have taken it all. I say flashes of light through my closed eyes. Realize pictures are being taken of me.

"I knew what a faggot cocksucker you were the first time I say you boy," he tells me with his cock buried in my throat. "I just needed to show you what you really are. That is a flaming fagboy. You know the type, the ones everyone turns and looks at after passing and thinking what a fucking queer. That is what you are my boy," his voice commanding.

He pulls his cock from my mouth, I start gasping for air, trying to get a breathe, as he continues.

"Soon everyone will know boy, the people in your classes, your professors," he lectures me. "Might even help, lot of faggot professors out there ready to give out grades for hot fag ass. Take it faggot," he commands as he starts feeding me his cock, slow but steady till it buried down my throat again. "Gets easier, doesn't it faggot. We just have to get you more practice," he tells me seriously. "Maybe we can send a picture to your family of us together, of course, you would be on your knees with my cock in your mouth, but that would be ok wouldn't it boy."

I struggle on his cock some as he holds my tightly on it and starts short stroking my throat. 

"We won't have to send those pics to your family as long as you behave boy," he says as he pushes his cock as deep as he can get it. He has to hold me tightly to keep my from pulling myself off as I feel I can't get a breathe. Just as the panic is on me, he pulls his cock from my mouth. 

I gasp for air as he pulls my face up so I have to look at him. "Now faggot," he tells me, "you fuck your face for me without my help. You will take it all each time, fuck yourself with it till you suck the cum from my cock. Do you understand cocksucker?" he asks me, his face so intense, it scares me.

"Yes Sir," I tell him quietlly.

SLAP!!! He slaps my face hard. "WHAT ARE YOU BOY?"

Before I can answer, he backhands my other cheek. Tears run from my eyes as I answer, "I'm a faggot Sir."

"WHAT KIND OF FAGGOT BOY ARE YOU?

Tears flow down my cheeks when suddenly he slaps me again. SLAP!!! Opening crying now as I sob out loudly, "I'm a cocksucking faggot Sir."

"Turn around boy, tell my friends what you are," he commands.

I turn around and everyone is gathered around watching. Some are mastubating, I can see a couple younger looking boys sucking on a cock Realize they are all looking at me. "I'm a cocksucking faggot," I tell them lowering my head.

"Tell them what you are going to do for me now faggot," he commands.

Looking down, I tell them, "I'm going to suck his cock till I suck the cum from his cock."

"And when you feel me start to cum, you are to pull my cock from your mouth, and make me spray your face with my hot cum," he commands. "You haven't earned the right to drink my cum yet fagboy."

Lift your face and look at me boy," he commands. When I do, he slaps my cheek hard. It brings tears. "Beg for my cock boy."

Wishing I could rub my face, it really stings from all the slaps. "Please let me suck your cock Master, please," I beg of him. "I really want to suck it and make you cum Master."

"Lift your face, look at me boy," he commands and when I do he slaps my other cheek hard. "You understand how its going to be boy?" he asks. "Do you realize that I own you now and that you will do whatever I say?" he asks of me.

When I hesitate to answer, he slaps me again. I start crying hard in front of all the men.

"Lift your head and look at me boy," and when I do he slaps my other cheeks so hard. The tears flow. "DO YOU UNDERSTAND NOW???"

"YES, I understand Master," I sob through the big sobs.

"Then get on my cock faggot and show me you understand," he commands.

I turn and take his cock in my mouth and shove my head down on it till my lips hit his pubes then I pull almost all the way out then shove my head down all the way again. Over and over, I take his cock hard into my throat, showing him I understand that I must serve in the extreme. I suck it like it's the most important thing in the world, to make him cum. 

I feel his cock start to swell and his hands grip my head and pull it off his cock. His cock explodes all over my face. Stream after stream of hot cum, coat my face, can feel it on my cheeks, my lips, my chin, can feel some hitting my long hair.

"Keep your faggot mouth shut bitch," he tells me, "I will let you know when you have earned the right to eat my cum."

Feel him stroke his cock and milk the last few drops out, landing them on my forehead.

"Very good, faggot, turn and show my friends," he commands.

I turn and face them. See them looking at my face, streaked with strings of white cum, a couple drops dripping from my chin. I feel his foot on my handcuffs pushing them down to my legs, making me lean back, my head facing the ceiling. Shortly a man moves forward, I can see his cock in his hand. He moves up beside me and when I look see his cock aimed at my face. I hear his moan, then feel his cum shooting onto my face. I close my eyes as I see others start forward. One after another, they cover my face with cum. No one says a word. Through my closed eyes I can see the flashes go off as pictures of my degradation continue. My face now thick with cum.

I feel someone pulling my tshirt off and start wiping the cum off my face. Its so thick and sticky but someone cleans my face pretty well with it till I open my eyes and see a pretty girl standing there beside me in a bra and panties, her makeup so pretty. Then I see the cock between her legs as she smiles at me.

"Time to take you home boy. Thank Tammy for cleaning you up," he tells me, "I think a nice kiss would be appropriate."

I look at him then at her. She looks cute the way she is made up. Figure he is probably 20 or so but looks like about a 14 year old girl. She smiles at me and come forward and kisses me. Her lips are so soft and we kiss passionately.

"That's enough, faggot, time to take you home," he says as he grabs my hand, pulling me from her. "You still have a long night ahead of you boy," he says menacingly. We leave the bar and head back to our new life. Mike is thinking about the drugs he put in your beer. One of his best deals, its amazing how it takes free will from the faggots.

When we get to his car, he stops and opens the trunk. He picks up a leather collar and places it around my throat, fastening it, then I hear a padlock closing. Then he picks up a chain leash and attaches it to my collar. Then he reaches down and starts adjusting my cock. I squirm, my hands still cuffed behind me then realize he has adjusted my cock to where it is hanging below the leg of my cutoffs. Anyone who looks will be able to see it easy. Imagine what I look like in only short cutoffs, white socks and boots.

"I need some cigarettes bitch," he says looking at a liquor store down the block. 

He starts leading me down the street, not many people around and most of them gay or into some kind of weird shit. See them staring at me, some wink, some say things under their breathe and others just stare. He stops by a parking meter and hooks my leash to it. He pushes me back against the meter pole, exposing myself to whoever walks by. 

"Don't move bitch and no talking," he commands. He goes into store.

I stand terrified. Would like to run but he took my wallet when he cut off my jeans. Thinking about all the pictures of me sucking cock and being covered with cum. Who would ever believe my story. No one, I realize. A couple guys are walking up the street toward me, holding hands. When they get to me, they slow down and look at me. One is older than the other and quite a bit bigger. See them look at my cock, its not very hard and looks rather small.

"I'm glad you don't have a cock like that Daddy," the smaller one guy says to the other one.

"I'm sure you are baby," the older man replies. "I think he is even smaller than you. Its like I've always told you baby. If God wanted you to be a real man, he would have given you a man's cock."

"Yes Daddy, he really does look like a faggot," the small man says. "Why is he leashed up like that?" he asks.

"He probably isn't man enough to take care of himself sweetie, and has to have a man take control of him and tell him what to do," he answers. "They are the worst kind of faggot, their slutty behavior makes us all look bad."

"I'm not like that, am I Daddy," he asks. 

"No sweetie, you are a perfect little boy," he answers as they walk away.

Its so embarrassing to have to stand there and let people look at me like this. And the things they say, if they only knew. I'm no fag I think to myself but think about what has happened tonight, I'm not, am I? 

As I stand there, a big black man comes across the street when he sees me. He looks to be in mid 30's, 6"3", muscular and very black.

"What do we have here," he says stopping in front of me. "You looking for a man, boy?"

I don't answer, Master told me not too talk and I don't know when he might come out of the store.

"Can't talk boy?" he asks. "Your Master in the store?"

I nod my head a little.

"You're a cute little fucker. Bet you can really suck cock, you have that look about you boy," he says as he stands there staring at me. "You ever suck a black cock? I bet you want to. I love turning little white faggots like you into whores for black cock. Could use a cute boy like you in my stable," he says, his look, cold and hard.

As he says this, I see you come from the store and walk over to us.

"He yours?" the black man asks.

"Yes, I own him," Master replies.

"Cute little faggot, I really like little white fuckers like him," the black man tells you, "nothing like fucking those tight little asses. I bet he is a great fuck."

"Don't know yet, just took control of the faggot tonight," Master answers. "Was just on my way to my house to start his training."

"He's fucking cherry, you're kidding?" the black man states.

"Yes, pretty sure no cocks have been up his ass, don't know about toys but really don't think the boy's done much," Master tells him.

"$5000 if you let me bust his cherry," the black man tell him, "don't mind if you want to watch. I could break him for you, then you can put him back together however you want, guarantee he will never be the same again. Or, if you are interested in selling him..." He hands Master a business card. "Call me anytime."

"Your skin would look good against his, wouldn't it?" Master says, smiling as he takes the card. "I will keep that in mind but first the boy must learn a few things," he tells him, "and I'm starting that tonight and we must go. Take it easy,' he says as the two men shake hands.

We walk back to the car and get in he drives off. 

"I have a place in the country I want to show you boy," he tells me as he drives out of town and up a dirt road. He didn't say anything else until we came upon a stone house. "I only keep the apartment for convenience, this is where I really live." We pull into his garage and he shuts the door and gets out and comes over to my door. 

"Out boy," he commands.

I can't believe what is happening. He makes no pretenses of trying to be nice to me at all. I don't know why I just don't tell him to fuck off and get the hell out of there. I have no ideas that my will power has been taken by pills he gives me without my knowledge.

I get up and stand next to him. Suddenly he slaps my face hard. 

"You do not stand in my house boy without permission, do not forget that," he tells me in that cold voice.

As I rub my face, I slowly go to my knees then onto my hands as I'm on all fours beside him. Can feel him reach down and grab the leash on my collar and start pulling it as he walks away. I follow along on hands and knees as he makes me crawl fast. The concrete floor is so hard on my knees. I follow him into his house and find relief on soft carpet.

He doesn't stop but leads me directly to another door. Opening it he tells me to stand. which I do, then he leads me down some steep steps into his basement. He leads me towards the other end of basement, going to a wall but he reaches down and moves a board and a secret door opens. He leads me in and it's a total dungeon. Have seen a lot of the things in the room when I mess around on internet. There is a leather cover table, a leather padded bench, X-cross against one wall and various other things around the room. Against another way is a small barred cage. Whips, chains and rope is everywhere, the lighting is very subtle.

"Its soundproof too boy," he tells you watching you looking around the room. He leads me further into the room and stops me in center of room. He takes the leash off.




Made Over



"Don't you even fucking think about moving faggot," he says gruffly.

He go to a table and hits a button and an wooden 2x4 starts lowering from the ceiling, he releases the button as the board get level with my shoulders. At intervals along the 2x4, are leather straps, and he hooks my wrists into the cuffs on the end of the board. I get so scared I start moving around a little.

"Stand still you little fucker," he growls.

I force myself to stand still as he hooks the other straps around my arms till im bound tightly to the board. Then he brings a leather blindfold over and secures it tightly. The darkness makes the helplessness even worse. I start begging him to let me go, not to hurt me, that I will do as he says, that he doesn't have to do this to me.

He goes over and presses the button making the board rise lifting me till I'm on my toes and then he stops. I feel him moving something between my legs but I can't tell what it is. He adjusts it to where if I move a little, I can feel the top of my thighs touching something that feels like wood. He takes off my blindfold and when I look down I see it is a 2x4 lifted high into my crotch with the 2" side facing up. When I look closer, I see that the top of the 2x4 is covered with sharp pins, sticking up maybe an eighth of an inch out of the board.

"You must learn self control boy," he says as he moves over in front of me. "You must do things you don't think you can do. Let me give you an example. A boy could not stay on his toes for long without it being so hard to stay there. But lets say that if the boy doesn't stay on his toes, he suffers even worse. What do you think the boy would do?" he asks.

I listen but I can't stop looking down at the pins sticking up toward my balls. The board helps support me, keeping my balls safe from the pins.

SLAP!!!! He slaps my face hard. "I asked you a question boy," he says staring at me, his eyes cold.

Trying to make sense of what he is telling me but the fear running through my brains makes thinking so hard. As I look down, I tell him, "The boy would stay on his toes Sir."

"Would he really," he says as he turns and walks over to the bench. "Let's see if he would," he says as he hits the button and the board lowers forcing me to hold all my weight on my toes.

I struggle already as I look down on the board. I watch him move away from the bench and go over to a black leather chair. He takes a beer out of the small refrigerator next to it and takes a drink as he looks over at me.

"You will learn boy that obedience is the only thing that is important," he says. "That is often taught through severe methods boy but Master knows what is right. You will learn to obey."

I struggle and feel my toes start to give out making me lower myself some. Suddenly I feel the pins. "OWWWW," I cry out, not believing how much it hurts. I go back up onto toes again and force myself to hold myself there.

"Yes boy, I know how much they hurt," he tells me emotionless. "I promise to take you off my horse as soon as you raise both knees to the height of the board at the same time. You will remain there as long as it requires you to follow this command boy." 

i can't believe that he expects me to do that. It would be unbearable, I think to myself. I keep myself raised as long as I can but can't help myself and lower enough to hit the pins again and then rise up off them again. They are so sharp.

"Did you like your first cock boy," he asks me as the sweat runs down my face.

Not wanting to make him any madder and hoping maybe he will take it easy on me I answer, "Yes Sir, I liked sucking it so much, I wish you would let me suck it again now."

"Think you are going to like being my faggot boy," he asks.

"Yes Sir, I want to be your faggot, I want to suck your cock. Please let me suck your cock Sir, pplease, please," I beg of him, tears running down my face.

"The pins want your balls boy," he tells me, his eeyes staring at me. "They want your balls to suffer for me. They know how much I want to hear your screams," he says his voice so hypnotic. "It's getting so hard to stay off them, isn't it?"

I lean over to look and my cockhead goes low enough to hit the pins. "OWWWWWWWW!!!"

I jerk back quickly.

"Soon you will be riding the horse boy," he tells me. "You will ride and ride till you understand what obeying is all about. Then you will raise your knees to the board to show your Master that you understand."

Crying hard as I beg him not to do this to me but he just watches till I can't help it and my toes give out and I move against the board. SCREAMMMMM!!! I raise myself off, the pain is so intense but I can't hold myself and move down on the board again. It repeats over and over as I ride the horse. I scream till I'm horse and you just sit there and watch. I lose control and can feel piss running down my legs.

"Ride it boy till you know what you must do for your Master, show your Master you understand," he says as I ride.

The pain is overwhelming, my head flopping from side to side as I see you stand and come over in front of me. 

"Its time now boy, its time for you to show your Master," he says as he reaches down and stretches my cock out along the length of the board, the pins so close below it. "DO IT FOR YOUR MASTER!!!!" he shouts out as he pushes the length of my cock against the pins.

SCREAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!

My eyes roll back in my head as I throw my head back.

"DO IT FAGGOT!!! LIFT YOUR FUCKING KNEES HIGH!!!" he commands.

My head back, totally overcome by the pain, I force my knees high. My balls pressed hard into the pins and the pain overwhelms me and I pass out.

When I come to, I'm lying on a small blanket in the barred cell, it's about 3' high, 2' wide and 4' long. I can barely move around in it and when I try, can feel the pain in my balls. I touch them and see that they are covered with some salve that helps stop the pain. I start crying and lie down on the blanket till I cry myself to sleep.

Hope you like. Please let me know what you think. Will be more to follow in chapter 2.