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The Mirror to My Soul Ch. 01

By: bjmichaels



It was after midnight and I hoped it wasn't too late. It was a good sized park near downtown and even though there were plenty of parking spaces, I hesitated and drove around the park three times before I parked the car.

There was a small pond in the middle of the park with a walking path encircling it. As I walked down the slight hill to reach the path I wondered if this was a good idea. I had never been here before, but its reputation was well known. This was where guys went to meet other guys. This was where "the queers hung out".

I wondered why I was doing this. I tended bar at a popular place in town and never had a problem meeting girls. Three, sometimes four nights a week a young lady would go home with me and spend the night. The girls were pretty with great bodies, but the sex was mechanical and passionless and more often than not I felt disappointed afterwards. I wanted to try something different.

I reached the path by the pond and looked around. Not a soul to be seen. 

Damn, I thought. It is too late.

I saw a small building on the other side of the pond and slowly began walking. My mind racing -- why was I doing this? 

While it was easy for me to pick-up girls where I worked, whenever I went to other bars I never had such luck. I always became tongue-tied and said foolish things. 

Maybe another reason I was here tonight was, and there's no easy way to say this, but I've had many guys, young and old, who have tried to pick me up. Some guys would get mad if it happened to them, but I actually felt it was flattering. I'm not attracted to men, and I never accepted an offer, but something inside me keeps telling me maybe I should 'experiment'. 

Why guys want me – I have no idea. I'm 22 years old, 5'8", 140 pounds with light brown hair, and have been told by the girls that I'm "a cute guy", but I'm not effeminate and I don't 'encourage' men, so I don't know what the attraction could be. 

As I approached the lighted building, out of nowhere, a guy was suddenly beside me. He must have been behind one of the trees and I never saw him. I felt panic, but tried not to show it.

"I need to use the facilities, is that where you're going?" he asked.

"Yeah, me too" is all I could say. Then I noticed the building contained restrooms. On the right was the ladies room, on the left was the mens room.

"Which one are you going to use?" he smiled.

I laughed nervously. We walked into the men's room together. 

In the bright light, I furtively checked him out. He was older – maybe 40 or 50 – good looking -- a few inches taller, and in pretty good shape. He looked distinguished – like he might be very successful. We stood side-by-side at the urinals -- a short partition between us. His age didn't bother me.

"Too bad you can't see this. I think you'd like it" he said, obviously referring to his penis.

My face flushed a deep red and he chuckled. "Haven't seen you here before, are you new here?"

"Yeah, ah, well...I've never been here before."

"So, you haven't hooked-up with anyone here before?"

"No" I said.

We finished and washed our hands. As we walked out the door he said, "You're a good looking boy, I have a place a block away. Want to come over and have a beer?"

My heart and mind were racing. I didn't know what to think or say. Then it occurred to me 'isn't this the reason you're here'?

I said, "Sure, a beer sounds good."

We walked in silence to an apartment building, went inside and up one flight of stairs. Once inside, and my eyes finally focusing, the first thing I noticed were all the mirrors on the walls. I saw it was a studio apartment with a big bed on one side of the room, and a sofa on the other side. A small kitchen was to the right of the front door, and down a short hallway to the left must have been the bathroom.

"Wow. You really like mirrors" I said. They lined the walls behind the sofa, and to the side of the bed.

He laughed and said, "Yes, I guess you could say I like to see what I'm doing, or, I like to see what's being done to me".

My face turned red again.

"Want a beer? Oh, I also have wine" he asked. "I'm going to have a glass of wine, it relaxes me".

"Sure, I'll have some wine". I'm not a wine drinker but, for some reason, I wanted to be agreeable.

He brought us the wine and we settled on the couch. He then reached for something on the table beside him. It was a joint. I'd only tried grass a few times and never really liked it. I was an alcohol man. 

"Do you mind? Wine is good, but this really helps you to relax".

"Okay" I said. My nerves were still on edge – maybe this would help me calm down.

He lit it up and gave it to me. We sat in silence and passed the joint back and forth. I noticed I was smoking a lot more of it than he was.

Then he reached on the table and grabbed a deck of cards.

"How about a card game?" he asked.

A card game? Strange! I thought it was odd, but the grass was beginning to affect me and I was feeling more and more relaxed.

"Sure. What do you want to play?" I asked.

"How's strip poker sound to you?"

"Okay" I said.

"We're wearing too many clothes – the game will take forever. Why don't we take off our shoes and socks?"

I agreed and we both removed our footwear. He shuffled the cards and dealt. It was 5 card draw, the winner would remove an item of clothing from the loser. 

I won the first hand.

I reached over and found the top button on his shirt. By this time I was feeling woozy, but good. I had to fully concentrate on each button to open his shirt. When I removed his shirt, he took my hand and pressed it against his chest. So smooth – so soft. I ran my hand over his chest. I placed my other hand on his chest and ran my hands over him. 

He gently took my head in his hands and pulled me to him. We kissed. A long, lingering kiss. His lips were soft, too.

"I had a feeling you'd be a good kisser" he said. I was pleased at the compliment.

He dealt the next hand. I lost.

He pulled my polo shirt over my head and ran his hands over my chest. I wasn't a 'hard body', but I was in pretty good shape. He massaged my breasts. He rubbed my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. My nipples hardened – my penis came alive.

"Do that to me" he said.

I rubbed his breasts and massaged his nipples the same way. We kissed again. Another long, satisfying kiss. 

I lost the next hand. I had a feeling he was manipulating the cards – the game was fixed, but I didn't care. He unbuckled my belt and opened my pants. I lifted up to help him take my pants down. My penis was semi-erect and pushing against my briefs.

"Tidy-whities" he chuckled. He ran his hands over my thighs. We kissed for a longer time. His hand lightly grazed my fabric-covered penis. It was now fully erect.

He dealt the cards again. I won this time. 

My hands were trembling. I had a little trouble opening his pants – he was smiling. When I pulled his pants off I saw he was wearing boxers and that his penis was pushing against the material. I did to him what he did to me. I caressed his thighs while we kissed. My hand brushed against his hard penis.

"Heh – heh, you learn quickly" he smiled. 

We kissed and caressed each others' chest and thighs. We both had raging hard-ons. Our kisses became deeper using our tongues. 

I had a feeling I'd lose the next hand, and I did.

We were standing now. He hooked his thumbs in my underwear and pulled them down. My penis popped free and stood between us. We embraced and kissed. Our hands running over each others' bodies. 

"Pull down my shorts" he instructed. "I want to be naked with you".

I was nervous again. Anticipation, maybe. I pulled his shorts down and saw his hard penis between us. It was beautiful. Seven inches long and an inch-and-a-half around. He hardly had any hair down there. My breath quickened – he noticed and smiled. We embraced and kissed.

He said, "Caress me", and took my hand and guided it to his penis. He showed me what he wanted. I lightly rubbed his balls then worked my hand up his hard penis – then back down again. My hand was open and gently stroked his shaft and balls. He moaned.

He broke off the kiss then whispered in my ear, "I want to fuck you".

He didn't wait for an answer. He took my hand and led me to the bathroom. The seat was down and he told me to sit. He told me I should 'go', if I could. I was able to pee, but not the other thing. His hard penis was level with my face.

"Kiss it" he said.

I stared at his penis. It was beautiful, but I couldn't bring myself to kiss it. I'm not a queer, I thought to myself. I'll let him fuck me, but I won't take his penis in my mouth.

He chuckled at my hesitation. He said, "That's okay". 

He helped me up from the toilet seat. He had a tube of lubricant in his hand. 

"I'll get you ready"

He went behind me and rubbed my bottom. "Spread your legs for me". I did. He said, "No, wider apart".

He told me to lean against the wall with my hands. He pushed my legs apart even wider. Then I felt something cool on my bottomhole. He lubed around my hole, greased-up his finger again, and pushed the finger slowly into my hole. It was a strange invasion of my body. My sphincter muscles would automatically tighten, he would pinch my bottom hard and tell me to "Relax". I was able to loosen my sphincter enough until his entire finger was in my bottomhole. I took a deep breath and waited for him to remove his finger. 

"Good boy, good boy, stay relaxed" he said. Slowly, the finger in my bottom began to feel good. My penis was hard as a rock. I closed my eyes and let the sensations take hold of me. Then he removed his finger from my bottomhole.

He took the lube and squirted some on his hard penis. "Rub it on my cock" he said.

I rubbed the lube on his penis. I could not believe how hot, smooth and hard his penis was. My own penis was throbbing. 

We washed our hands and he led me to the bed.

"Kneel on the bed. On your elbows and knees. Raise that pretty bottom up high".

I did as I was told.

"Spread your knees apart as wide as you can".

When my legs were as far apart as they would go, I felt a rush of cool air on my exposed bottomhole.

I panicked when I felt his cockhead press against my hole.

WHAT AM I DOING? I asked myself. Here I am on a strange bed, spreading my legs for a strange man to fuck me in the ass! I'm not a queer!

He sensed my uneasiness and stroked my bottom.

"You're going to love this. I'll take it slow. If you can't do it I'll pull out. Push back against me". 

His voice was very soothing. I calmed down. I did as I was told. 

I pushed back against his cock. I could feel the head enter my virgin ass. Slowly, very slowly he pushed further into me. The pressure grew and grew. It didn't hurt. Rather, it felt like I had to take an enormous shit. I was embarrassed. I didn't want to soil the bed and make him mad at me.

He had half his hard penis inside me when I couldn't take anymore.

"I gotta stop – I'm sorry – I can't do it". 

He pulled out and I collapsed on the bed. When I stood he was wiping his penis clean with a towel.

"What kind of boy are you?" he asked. "Are you a cocktease? Are you going to leave me like this?"

"I'm sorry – sorry".

I looked at him wiping his penis. I had to do something. I went to him and removed the towel and began stroking his penis with my hand. We went to the sofa. I spread the towel on the sofa and we sat down. 

The least I could do was give him a handjob, I thought. 

He taught me how he liked having his penis stroked. He taught me the pressure he liked and the speed. I had to admit his hard penis felt wonderful in my hand.

We kissed. He told me to rub his balls with my other hand. I did as I was told. His balls were heavy. Probably filled with cum since he wanted to fuck me but I wouldn't let him. My own penis was hard again.

We used our tongues in each others' mouths. He pinched my nipples – hard. He kissed and licked my ears. His hot breath driving me mad. His penis throbbing beneath my fingers.

"Look at my penis" he said. 

I did. It was beautiful.

"Kiss it!' he whispered in my ear. 

This time I couldn't resist. I bent my head down, licked my lips and kissed the head of his penis. I could feel his hand on the back of my head holding me down there. I didn't mind.

"Kiss down the shaft then back up".

The smooth hot shaft of his penis excited me. I kissed down one side then back up, and kissed down the other side and back up. He pulled my head to his and we kissed. He was smiling. I was making him happy.

"It will be easier for you if you kneel between my legs."

I didn't object - he was right. It would be easier to kiss his penis if I was kneeling between his legs. . 

When I was in position he said: "You're such a sweet boy, I'm going to call you Sweetie, okay?"

"Okay" I agreed. Why not?

"Now, hold the base of my penis with one hand – cup my balls in your other hand."

I grasped his penis shaft with my left hand, and cradled his balls in my right hand. It felt so natural. I wanted to do a good job and make him happy.

"Now Sweetie, whenever you kiss or lick my penis and balls, I want you to look at them, okay?"

"Okay'.

"What did I just say? Tell me."

I played along: "Whenever I kiss or lick your penis and balls, I should look at them". 

"Very good! Now lick your lips and kiss my penis from the top to the base".

I did as I was told. I moved up-and-down his penis with my lips until I had kissed every inch of it. I was incredibly turned-on by this. Then he had me use my tongue and lick his entire penis. Staring at his beautiful penis the whole time, I thought my own penis would burst.

"Sweetie, lick your lips and place them over my cockhead. You'll be able to get the head into your mouth, but not much more. Keep your tongue moving at all times – I want to feel your tongue on my cock at all times, and no biting! Okay?"

I couldn't believe how eager I was to follow his orders. I now had a penis in my mouth for the first time.

"Keep a steady rhythm with your hand while you suck my cock, okay?"

Oh, God, I was excited! '...while you suck my cock'!! I heard those words over-and-over in my head. If I could touch my penis I'd explode, but I was concentrating on his excitement. I sucked and licked his cockhead while I stroked him with my hand.

"Faster" he said, and I sucked and licked faster knowing he was about to shoot his cum. 

"Oh, Sweetie, that's good. Your mouth and your hands are wonderful. Go faster! When I shoot my cum I want you to swallow all of it, okay?"

I nodded my head. I sucked and licked his cock as good as I could. My hand was a blur on his shaft, moving up-and-down furiously. My mind was lost in a fog. All I wanted was for him to shoot his cum in my mouth. This was incredible! 

I heard him cry out – I felt his penis throb then the first shot of cum landed on my tongue. I swallowed and swallowed – I couldn't keep up. Some of the cum dribbled down my chin. He kept shooting and shooting. I swallowed most of it. 

Finally, his orgasm ended and his penis softened. It slid out from between my lips.

"Sweetie, clean up the cum you missed with your tongue."

I did as I was told. I licked the cum off his penis and around his pubes.

What an interesting and incredible flavor I had in my mouth. Not at all a bad flavor-- just different.

He patted me on the head. "Sweetie, that was very good for your first time! You'll only get better."

I was still kneeling between his legs. My penis was hard and slick with pre-cum. The fog was lifting from my head and I started feeling ashamed. What did I just do? 

"I, ah, I guess I'd better get going", I mumbled, I couldn't even look at him.

"No, not yet. The nights still young. We're going to have more fun. Why don't you go into the bathroom and clean yourself. The lube is probably coming out of your bottomhole."

Huh? No, not yet? Was he telling me I had to stay?

I went into the bathroom and cleaned myself. He was right; the lube was oozing out of my hole and down my legs. It took a long time until I was satisfied that I cleaned it all.

When I was ready to return to the living room I remembered I was still naked. I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around myself.

He was standing holding something. He had put on his boxers. When he saw me he laughed.

"Sweetie, take the towel off and put it in the bathroom. I have something here for you to wear."

Sheepishly, I walked back into the room totally naked. He handed me women's panties and a nightie.

"Put these on".

"But, but these are...."

He cut me off: "Yes, red panties and a red nightie – now be quick about it – put these on!"

I did what I was told.

I felt foolish but had to admit the sheer and sleek material felt great against my skin. My penis had become semi-erect, but at the feel of the material I had a full-blown erection once again. I really needed to cum.

He laughed again. He grasped my penis through the panties and slowly stroked it. 

"Sweetie, I'm going to help you have the best orgasm of your life!"

It was an incredible feeling. I put my arms around him and we kissed for a long time. I ran my hands over his body. 

"Remember how I taught you to caress me?" I nodded. "Do it now".

My hand reached inside his boxers. I started at his balls then moved slowly over his penis. My hand grazing his flesh. His penis was already getting hard again.

With my hand caressing him, he maneuvered me in front of one of the mirrors next to the bed. We continued kissing while I fondled his penis and balls. Now he too, was fully erect.

"Sweetie, I want to watch you in the mirror sucking my cock. Get on your knees and take down my shorts."

I couldn't believe I obeyed him. There was something about him that impressed me. It was like I had no will of my own. I was there to do whatever he wanted.

On my knees, I grasped the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down. When his penis sprang into view my own penis throbbed inside my panties. A strong wave of desire washed through me.

Oh, God, what's happening to me?

I was going to take his penis in my mouth when he stopped me. I looked up at him with a puzzled look on my face.

"Sweetie, you need to control yourself. Wait until I tell you what to do, okay?"

"Okay", I meekly answered.

"Kiss it, Sweetie. Wet your lips and kiss my cock from top to bottom".

And so it went. He had me kiss and lick his penis for a long time before he allowed me to take it in my mouth and suck it. I was sure the fabric of my panties was going to cause me to cum, but my penis just ached and throbbed.

"Now Sweetie, when I cum, I want to cum directly on your tongue. Put your tongue on my penis slit, and lap-up all the cum with your tongue. It will be easier for you to swallow every drop, okay?"

I nodded. My mind was lost in a fog again. All I wanted was to catch every drop of his cum in my mouth and swallow all of it. I wanted to please him.

I made guttural noises as I lost myself in the sucking. I moaned as I sucked at his wonderful cock. Finally, he rewarded my sucking with shot-after-shot of hot cum on my lapping tongue. I swallowed every drop.

The front of my panties was wet with pre-cum. My penis screamed for attention. I wanted to beg him to let me cum but I stayed silent.

"Stay on your knees" he said and went to retrieve something from a table. He came back with another joint. He lit it and offered it to me. 

"Take a long drag on it and inhale as deeply as you can".

I did as I was told.

Soon, very soon, I was stoned again. I was higher than I'd ever been. A dazed smile crossed my lips. He offered his hand and helped me to my feet. He offered me his glass of wine. I drank two mouthfuls then he took the glass from me.


The Mirror to My Soul Ch. 01



"Sweetie, take off your panties".

I reached to pull them down but he stopped me. 

"Not that way. Hook your thumbs in the waistband and wriggle your hips and slowly push them down your legs. I want to see your cute little bottomcheeks jiggling back and forth as you take off your panties".

I knew what he wanted. I've watched girls remove their panties in the same manner. It was very sexy. I slowly peeled down my panties, shaking my bottom for him to see. When they were off, he reached and took the panties from my hand.

"Sweetie, stand at the end of the bed, bend over and place your elbows on the mattress." I hesitated long enough for him to notice. "Don't worry, I'm not going to fuck your sweet bottom - tonight".

Bending over with my elbows on the bed, my bottom was prominently displayed to his view. He made me spread my legs further apart. Then I heard a soft humming noise. I looked around and saw he was holding a smooth and shiny vibrator. 

He came up behind me with the vibrator in one hand, and my panties in his other hand. Then I felt the cool hard rubber of the vibrator between my bottomcheeks. He gently ran it over my bottomhole and perineum. With his other hand he stroked the panties up-and-down my hard penis. 

I was in heaven. The sensations were incredible. I had never felt such pleasure. Up-and-down his panty-covered hand stroked my penis. The vibrator rubbing my hole drove me closer-and-closer to orgasm. He sensed I was getting close.

"Sweetie, listen to me. When you shoot your load I want you to shout out 'I'm cumming in my panties – I'm cumming in my panties'. Do you understand?"

"Yes, oh God, yes I will".

His hands were incredible. I couldn't think of anything but his hands, and the feel of the vibrator on my hole and the panties stroking my penis. My head was drowning in total pleasure. His hand moved faster-and-faster up-and-down my throbbing penis. Then suddenly, from deep inside me it started. Wave-after-wave of intense pleasure -- the greatest orgasm I'd ever had. 

"I'M CUMMING IN MY PANTIES – I'M CUMMING IN MY PANTIES – I'M CUMMING IN MY PANTIES – I'M CUMMING IN MY PANTIES – I'M CUMMING IN MY PANTIES"

Exhausted, I collapsed on the bed gasping for air trying to catch my breath. Oh my God, that was incredible!! 

"Sweetie...Sweetie, are you okay?"

"Oh God, yes!"

"Sweetie, I'm afraid you made a real mess in your panties. Here, clean them!"

He placed the red panties near my face. They were drenched with pools of my cum. He'd caught every drop of my cum in the panties.

"Clean them with your tongue." I tentatively stuck out my tongue and licked at the cum. "No, not like that. Take the panties in your mouth and clean off all your cum".

I did as I was told. 

It surprised me how quickly my cum went from hot to cold. When he was satisfied I had properly cleaned my panties, he made me put them back on. They were wet and sticky from my saliva and cum and it felt naughty, but nice to be wearing them for him.

"Sweetie, that was exciting, wasn't it?"

I agreed then saw why he said that: his penis was standing stiff, and rock-hard. Again? So soon? He's amazing, I thought.

He wanted me on my knees in front of the mirror again. I obeyed him. 

I kissed and licked and sucked his beautiful penis. I was becoming very good at it. I had him moaning with pleasure.

"Sweetie, this time when I cum, don't swallow it right away – I want you to hold it in your mouth, okay?"

I was lost in the sucking. I nodded my head.

I held his balls in my right hand and when I felt them slightly tighten, my other hand moved faster on his penis and I waited for him to fill my mouth with his cum.

His penis spurted shot-after-shot of hot cum into my mouth. I briefly panicked, thinking I wouldn't be able to take all his cum without spilling it. Finally he was finished.

My mouth was wide open, filled with cum.

"Sweetie, look at yourself in the mirror. Look at yourself and swirl your tongue around. I want you to coat your tongue with my cum".

I looked in the mirror. I almost didn't recognize my face. I still held his shrinking penis in one hand near my face, and his cum filled my entire mouth. I swirled my tongue in and around his cum.

"Sweetie, you love that creamy treat I gave you, don't you?"

I managed a slight smile without spilling any of his cum. He made me stay like that awhile longer then said: "Okay, you can swallow my cum now". And I swallowed every drop.

He had me clean his penis with my lips and tongue then he helped me to my feet.

He was putting on his boxers. He told me it was alright to get dressed. I began to remove the panties but he stopped me.

"Sweetie, they're yours now. I want you to wear them home. The nightie, too". He picked up my 'tidy-whities' and threw them in the garbage.

I dressed and wondered if my polo shirt would hide the nightie. It did. He held my hand and walked me to the door. He opened the door.

"By the way" he said, "my name is Richard."

"I'm John".

He said, "I'll be in touch" then closed the door behind me.

The sun was beginning to come up when I went outside. I walked across the street and through the park to my car.

Driving home, I felt ashamed. Yes, I did enjoy it, but that wasn't the 'real me'. I'm not a queer. I like girls. The wine and grass must have lowered my inhibitions enough to do those unspeakable things. I decided this would be a one night stand only. I felt better about myself. 

Then I wondered what he meant when he said, "I'll be in touch?"

He knew my first name and that was all. I'd told him I was a bartender and we talked about golf, but I didn't tell him where. He had no clue who I was or where I worked. I was confident that I would never see him again.

I finally arrived home. I went straight to my bedroom, and stripped off my shirt and slacks. I caught a glimpse of myself in the bedroom mirror. I decided to wear the nightie and, still damp panties to bed.

I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

I slept longer than I intended. When I awoke the smell of cum permeated the room. The panties had dried, but stuck to my skin. I peeled off the panties and nightie, and jumped in the shower.

On the way to work I did my best to eliminate the previous night from my memory. I felt like a new person. I resolved to live a better life – to be more responsible. Maybe find a nice girl and settle down. If anything, the one-night stand gave me a clearer perspective on what was truly important in life.

The bar was busy when I got there. I jumped right in and did my usual professional job. As always, there were a handful of pretty girls sitting in my section. I flirted with all of them. 

Later in the evening I had set my sights on a short blonde with a cute smile, and breasts that filled her sweater. I wanted to see her naked.

"Good evening, Johnny", the voice behind me raised the hair on my neck. It was unmistakable. It was Richard's voice. 

I whipped around to face him. My face turned 3 different shades of red. I had to keep my cool. I needed to remain calm.

"Ah...hi. How are you tonight? What I can I get you to drink?

He smiled. "Oh, nice. Very professional! I'll have a glass of wine".

My hands trembled as I poured the wine. How can this be? How on earth did he find me?

I gave him his drink and he thanked me. Then added: "You look very pretty tonight. I can't wait to see you after work".

My face flushed beet red. I looked around and saw no one could hear us. "Ah, I...ah, Richard, that was a one night thing. That's not who I am. I won't be doing that again! How did you find me?"

His smiled widened. He reached into a pocket and pulled out three photographs. He slid them across the bar to me. I couldn't believe what I saw.

In one I was bending over and he had his hard penis partly in my bottom; in another, I was on my knees with his penis in my mouth; in the third, my mouth was wide open, obviously filled with his cum while I held his dripping penis in my hand. In all three photos my face was clearly recognizable. 

I quickly covered them up so no one could see them. I fought back the tears in my eyes. I was visibly shaking now. How is this possible?

"Sweetie, it's simple. When you were in the bathroom I looked through your wallet and found your driver's license. There aren't many people in the phone book with your last name. I searched, lo and behold, I found an address that matched yours. I called the phone number and spoke with your mom. A very nice lady, by the way. I told her I was a golfing friend of yours and I couldn't remember where we were playing this week. She was more than happy to give me your phone number. When I called your number and you weren't home, I assumed you were working. I called your mother again, and she gladly told me where you worked. Very nice, lady – we had a good chat. I'm sure she would be mortified if she ever saw these pictures, am I right?"

The blood drained from my face – I was white as a ghost. I couldn't manage any words. That insidious smile was still on his face.

He motioned me closer to him and spoke softly: "Sweetie, I see where this bar closes at 1am. Allowing for some clean-up work, I will expect you at the apartment no later than 2am. If you don't show up on time, I have copies of about 50 photographs that I know you don't want your family to see, and I'm sure your co-workers and customers would be shocked to see them, too".

It was as if I was in a strange new world. I heard his words, but couldn't believe my ears. 

His smile turned into a leer, and his voice had a menacing tone: "Sweetie, you have a choice to make. If I don't see you by 2am, your family, friends and co-workers are going to see what a wimpy faggot you really are. The choice is yours. In case you've forgotten, my address is on the back of this picture". 

He grabbed two of the photos and left one on the bar. He turned and walked out.

I looked down. It was the photo of me with his penis in my hand, and a mouthful of his cum. It made me sick just looking at it. I quickly stuffed it in my pocket and tried to go back to work.

What in hell was I going to do?



The Mirror to My Soul Ch. 02



After Richard left the bar I went back to work. It wasn't easy. I was trembling with fear and resentment; my mind consumed with figuring out my options. It was clear to me that I'd been set up; the wine, the grass, and of course, the mirrors. The mirrors had to be two-way glass with cameras behind them. I remembered kneeling before a mirror, staring at myself with a mouthful of his cum. At that moment, I thought I'd had a revelation; I thought I'd saw my future; I thought I'd found my true self. But it was a false image. That was not the person I knew myself to be.

Closing time was fast approaching and I had no solutions. The fear I felt in the pit of my stomach was growing stronger. I knew I had to go see him – there was no other choice. 

Maybe I can reason with him, I thought. Maybe he'd have second thoughts about the morality of what he was doing if I pleaded a strong argument with him. Maybe I could prove to him this was just plain wrong.

Closing time came and went. I watched Jenna, the young blonde I'd had my sights set on earlier, leave with another guy. I cleaned my station and was ready to go. 

Another bartender asked if I wanted to go to a party. No, I said, I have a date.

I was out the door and in my car driving to where I knew I had to go. I really didn't have any other option. Richard's threat of showing the photos to my family and friends drained me of any free will I might have had left.

I wasn't sure what I'd do or say once I saw him. Argue with him? Reason with him? Fight him? I didn't know, but deep down I had a strong understanding of what was about to take place.

I arrived at his apartment with 15 minutes to spare. I thought about not going inside until the last minute, but the waiting would have driven me crazy. I locked the car, went inside, climbed the flight of stairs then knocked on his door. He had a big smile on his face when he opened the door.

"Sweetie, so good to see you, and you're early, as well. That's a sign of good character. Your mother did a fine job of raising you. I'll compliment her the next time we speak."

It was if I'd been hit with crushing blow to my belly. The mention of my mother drained the life from me. There was no way I could ever let her see those awful photographs. 

Once inside I noticed he was wearing a robe and slippers. He guided me to the kitchen table.

"I want you to look at these", he said.

Neatly arranged on the table were dozens of photographs of me and Richard, or I should say, of me and Richard's penis. The hair stood straight on the back of my neck. The cold reality of the situation hit me hard. There wasn't going to be an argument; there wouldn't be a 'reasonable discussion'; I knew anything I had to say would fall on deaf ears. I clearly understood what I had to do.

I turned away from the table, my face beet red, my spirit dampened.

"Sweetie, don't worry about a thing. No one but you and I need ever see these pictures. Okay?"

I remained silent.

"Okay?" he repeated.

"Okay" I said. 

Then he hit me hard again: "Later, we'll watch the videos we made last night. Won't that be fun?"

I was stunned. Videos? Oh, God.

"But first, it's been a long day without seeing you. Come here and give me a kiss."

I was lifeless. I walked to him like a zombie. He put his arms around me and kissed my lips. I didn't respond.

"Sweetie, we'll go over all the rules later, but for now, I want you to clearly understand that your only responsibility now is to obey me, you'll do whatever I tell you to do immediately and without hesitation, you'll be enthusiastic and you'll perform eagerly, and to the best of your abilities. If I find you lacking in any of these traits, you will be punished. And you will not enjoy the punishment. Oh, and never forget, I have the photos and videos from last night, and tomorrow I'll have the photos and videos we make tonight, and I would not feel any remorse showing everything to your mother, your family, your friends and your co-workers. Have I made myself clear?"

"Yes, yes sir."

He laughed. "You can call me Richard. Now let's try that kiss one more time."

There was nowhere to go. No other choice. If I didn't do my best my life would be destroyed.

We embraced and our lips met again. A long, lingering kiss. I ran my hands over his back. He owned me. It was my duty to keep him happy and satisfied.

"Sweetie" he smiled. "That was much better. Now take your clothes off."

I didn't hesitate. I stripped-off my clothes and stood naked before him.

"Very nice,..very, very nice." He said.

"I'm going to have you take a shower, but first, I've been thinking of your touch all day; take off my robe and caress me."

He was naked beneath the robe. His penis was semi-erect, and my open hand went to his balls then upwards over his penis then back to his balls. I ran my other hand over his breasts and nipples. All the while we kissed deeply and lovingly. His penis was soon hard.

"Sweetie, I can't wait any longer. Get on your knees and suck my cock."

The crudeness of his command didn't bother me. After all, I was resigned to my fate.

I dropped to my knees on the kitchen floor, wet my lips then took his penis into my mouth. I sucked his penis the way he'd taught me the night before. Soon, I felt my own penis rise in pleasure. 

As long as I had to service him anyway, I thought, I may as well enjoy it, too.

"Sweetie, look at me" he ordered. His penis in my mouth, I looked into his eyes. "Rule #1, whenever you suck my cock, you are to swallow every drop of my cum. If you miss even one drop – you will receive a spanking. Do you understand?" I nodded. "Good, boy -- keep sucking."

Soon, his hips involuntarily began pumping his penis deeper into my mouth. My hand increased the tempo on his shaft, and my lips and tongue worked furiously to make him cum. 

At first he gave a deep groan then he grasped my head, pumped his penis in-and-out of my mouth then he started cumming; load-after-load of thick, creamy jizz. I ran my tongue over his penis slit lapping up his cum and swallowing every drop. 

When he pulled his penis from my mouth he said: "Lick it clean." 

I did as I was told; he was pleased. "Sweetie, you're going to make a wonderful little queer-boy!"

I cringed when I heard 'queer-boy'.

He took my hand and led me to the bathroom. He fumbled with a strange looking device; a small rubber ball with a hose and nozzle attached. He filled the ball with soap and warm water.

"Sweetie, watch and learn. You'll be doing this yourself from now on."

He gave me the device and said, "Sweetie, stand with your bottom over the toilet, that's a good boy. Here, take this from me". I did. "Now insert the nozzle into your bottomhole as far as it will go."

It was uncomfortable. "Now, Sweetie, squeeze the rubber ball until all of the water has gone inside you. Do not spill any water. Clench your sphincter and hold it inside you."

I did as I was told. The warm water in my bottom wreaked havoc with my insides. I had an overwhelming desire to sit on the toilet and 'let go'. 

Good God! This must be an enema, I thought.

He stopped me from sitting. "Wait, wait, give it a little more time."

My belly was churning in agony. If I wasn't allowed to sit soon I was afraid I'd go all over the floor.

"Okay, Sweetie, sit down now and let it all out of you."

As soon as my bottom hit the toilet seat I let go. A raging torrent of water, and whatever else, flowed out of my hole. What a relief!

"Sweetie, sit there until you're absolutely sure everything is out of you then wipe yourself clean and take a quick shower, okay". 

"Okay" I said. He left the room. I was embarrassed; when he said 'wipe yourself clean' he made me feel like a child.

The hot water from the shower felt wonderful but I was afraid of taking too long so it was a fast shower. I dried myself and was about to walk naked into the living room when he suddenly came into the bathroom again.

"Sweetie, you have one more duty to perform in here."

From the medicine cabinet he produced a long, thin metal tube about a half inch in diameter, and a bottle of liquid. He coated the tube with the liquid. I was amazed the liquid didn't drip off the tube. He handed me the tube.

"Sweetie, from now on, whenever I tell you to prepare for bed, you will go to the bathroom and perform each of these rituals, okay?"

"Okay" I meekly said.

"Now, this liquid will lubricate your bottomhole; it will get you ready for my cock if I decide to fuck you. Do you understand?"

"Yes, yes Richard."

"Good boy. Now slide it in-and-out of your bottomhole."

I did as I was told. He watched intently and told me to go deeper. I did. He told me to squeeze more liquid on the tube. I pulled it out of my bottom; put more liquid on the tube and reinserted it into my hole.

It wasn't an awful feeling, as-a-matter of fact my penis enjoyed it. It grew and grew as I slid the tube deeply in-and-out of my hole. My face turned red as Richard laughed at my lengthening penis.

"I have a feeling you're going to love being my queer-boy!"

Again I winced when he said 'queer-boy'.

"Sweetie, that should be enough for now. Take it out of your bottom and clean it with soap and water." I did as I was told. 

He took my hand and we walked into the living room. He was wearing his robe and I was naked. 

"Your outfit is on the sofa – put it on."

The panties and nightie were pink. I also saw what looked to be a black garter belt and nylon stockings. I didn't know how to put on stockings. He showed me how.

When I was dressed I stood in front of a mirror; he was behind me, reaching around and stroking my chest, my thighs and my crotch.

"Sweetie, always stand with your legs apart so I have total access to your body. Okay?"

"Yes, Richard." It was a subtle reminder that my body was no longer my own.

My penis was rock hard in my panties. His hand felt wonderful. From his pocket he produced what looked to be a tiny belt. It looked very strange. 

"Lower your panties."

I hooked my thumbs in my panties like he taught me the night before and wriggled my hips and lowered them to just above my knees. He reached down between us and took hold of my balls. In one motion he wrapped the tiny belt around the base of my scrotum, pulled it tight, and latched it closed. It hurt a lot at first, and it felt strange wearing it, but it made my penis look even bigger and harder; and my ball sac looked huge. 

"Sweetie, I've just cinched your balls. This will be another thing you will do yourself whenever I tell you. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Good. Now pull up your panties."

I did as I was told.

He handed me a joint. I smoked most of it.

We stood near the end of the bed kissing, and fondling. My hand caressing his penis and balls; his hand caressing my penis through the sheer material of my panties. Our lips and tongues exploring each others' mouths. I was drifting off into another fog.

"Take off your panties" he ordered.

He took the panties from me and said, "Place your head and shoulders on the bed."

I was bending over for him. I spread my legs wider apart.

"Good boy", he said. "Reach back with your hands and pull apart your bottomcheeks."

I did as I was told. I felt the rush of air on my hole. Then I felt the head of his penis rubbing up-and-down my crack. It would pause at my hole, as if to enter me, then slowly move up-and-down. He was teasing me. It worked – I wanted to feel his penis inside me.

"Sweetie, take hold of my cock and put it in your hole."

I grasped his hard penis and placed the head against my hole. I pushed back against it. I felt the head enter my hole. I continued to push back against him. I had another inch inside me. I felt the same as last night: the feeling that I had a big turd inside me and needed to shit, but I knew he wouldn't pull out tonight. I knew I'd better ready myself for a long, hard ass-fucking. 

I struggled to keep my sphincter loose for him. From time-to-time he pinched my bottom to remind me. Inch-after-inch of his hard penis pushed into my bottomhole until finally he exclaimed, "Ahhh...it's all in – you've taken my whole cock!"

He rubbed my penis through my panties as he sawed in-and-out of my hole. I groaned with every thrust of his cock. I had NEVER felt anything like this in my entire life. It was incredible!

My penis ached for release. The cum was churning in my balls but it wouldn't come out; I was unable to cum. I fully understood the cinching of my balls. It was fiendish: I was moaning and trembling with desire, everything gone from my mind except for the feel of his hard penis thrusting in-and-out of me.

I could feel every vein on his penis. It was delicious! 

Suddenly he unsnapped the device and my balls were free. He furiously stroked my penis with the panties.

"Cum for me, Sweetie."

And I did. My body spasmed uncontrollably. My eyes rolled back in my head.

OH MY GOD!! 

"I'M CUMMING IN MY PANTIES, RICHARD – I'M CUMMING IN MY PANTIES, RICHARD – I'M CUMMING IN MY PANTIES, RICHARD...."

Then I felt his penis throb inside me. He grunted and screamed as he shot load-after-load of his hot cum inside my bottomhole. I moaned into the pillow. I was vanquished. I loved the feel of his hard cock shooting semen in my bottomhole. I really was his 'queer-boy' now; his cum-slut; his bitch!

He presented the cum-filled panties to my face. 

"Clean your panties" he ordered.

I took them in my mouth and cleaned my own cum off the panties.

A wave of shame and guilt overcame me.

Who am I? I asked myself. What kind of person am I?

A short time later we were sitting on the sofa watching a video from last night. He was wearing his robe; he had given me a fresh pair of pink lace panties – they felt wonderful. My right arm was around his shoulders; my left hand was between his legs holding his balls.

"A good queer-boy holds his man's balls for him", he had said.

I was aghast at what we were watching. There I was, in living color, on my knees slobbering over his penis and enjoying it. I'd made the right decision: I didn't want ANYONE to see this. I didn't want anyone to see what a faggot I'd become.

We watched a while longer then Richard commanded, "Caress me." And I did. I was beginning to like playing with his cock and balls. They were smooth; they were warm to the touch. Soon he had a full erection. I was amazed he could do that with so little rest.

He turned off the tv and led me to the bed. He lay down on his back, and had me lay on top of him. I put my arms around him and we kissed. He was stroking my back through my nightie – it felt good.

Then he had me kiss my way down his body. His neck and arms; his chest; his nipples; his belly and thighs. Suddenly I was kneeling between his legs. He pulled his knees to his chest then pulled them apart.

"Kiss my asshole", he ordered.

I snapped out of my reverie. I tentatively lowered my face. There was a pungent odor coming from his hole. I held my breath, puckered my lips and gave his hole a very light kiss. I had a bad feeling I wouldn't be able to go through with this.

"Lick my asshole", he commanded.

I pushed my tongue out but couldn't do it. I told myself I had to stick my tongue in his hole but I couldn't bring my face any closer to it.

Suddenly, Richard told me to stand up. He sat on the edge of the bed and looked over to the chair where my clothes lay neatly folded.

"Bring me the belt from your slacks."

I did as I was told. It was wide leather belt. I shivered in anticipation.

"Nice", he said as he doubled-up the belt. "Lower your panties."

I obeyed immediately, lowering my panties to above my knees.

"Lay across my lap" he said.

He didn't appear angry or mad. It was all said so matter-of-factly I figured he'd maybe give me a light spanking and a scolding.

Boy was I wrong!

I could hear the belt whoosh through the air before it landed on my bottom. SMACK! I yelped in surprise, and a little pain.

SMACK-SMACK-SMACK-SMACK-SMACK-SMACK-SMACK.

By this time I was in considerable pain. Tears welled in my eyes, but I vowed I wouldn't cry. He stopped for a moment and rubbed my bottom.

"You're a very lucky boy", he said.

Lucky? This is lucky?

"You're lucky I believe punishment should be severe enough to make you not want it again."

Then I heard the familiar whoosh and felt the leather smack my bottomcheeks.

SMACK-SMACK-SMACK-SMACK-SMACK-SMACK-SMACK-SMACK-SMACK.

My tears let loose. I was sobbing uncontrollably. The pain was unbearable.

SMACK-SMACK-SMACK-SMACK-SMACK.

"Do you want to lick my asshole now?"

Tears were flowing from my eyes onto the carpet. "Yes...yes...yes I want to lick your asshole!"

SMACK-SMACK-SMACK-SMACK-SMACK-SMACK.

He pushed me off his lap onto the floor. "Kneel between my legs and ask me nicely to let you lick my asshole."

I was crying like a little girl. "PLEASE...please let me lick your asshole, Richard."

"Don't you want to kiss it, too?"

Yes...yes, please Richard. Please let me kiss and lick your asshole-please let me kiss and lick your asshole-please let me kiss and lick your asshole."

Richard rolled backwards and opened his legs. I put my lips around his asshole and began kissing and licking it. I curled my tongue and pushed it inside him. I tongue-fucked his asshole.

"Sweetie, from now on whenever I get in this position, and it will be every day, you will make love to my asshole with your lips and tongue. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Richard."

"Now suck my balls!" he ordered.

His sac was too big to fit in my mouth. He chuckled, "One at a time, Sweetie.

I sucked a ball into my mouth and bathed it with my tongue. Over-and-over my tongue washed his ball. Then he tapped me on the head and said, "Suck the other one."

I had his balls in my mouth a long time. Alternating between the two. I knew when he tapped me on the head I was to switch. He was training me well.

Finally he said, "Sweetie, lick my cock!"

And I did as I was told. I now understood nothing else mattered except obeying Richard. This was my new life, and it wouldn't be bad as long as I obeyed him. It even had fringe benefits. My own cock was fully hard again, and he'd already given me the best orgasms I had ever had.

"Sweetie, take off your panties."

I shivered. I knew he wanted to fuck my ass again.

He lay back on the bed; his magnificent penis standing proudly erect.

"You're going to be on top. Place your knees on either side of me and put the head of my cock in your hole."

Oh my God! My legs were stretched far apart. My bottomhole hovering over his hard penis. I grasped his penis in my hand and placed the head against my hole. My asshole was sore from the first fucking, but I resolved to obey him. I pushed down against his penis and the head went inside me. He stopped me there.

"Here, Sweetie. Put these on your nipples."

He handed me a chain connected at both ends with clamps. I opened one clamp and attached it to my left nipple. I winced in pain. Then I attached the other clamp. They hurt; they had my nipples trapped in pain.

"Now reach behind you with both hands and hold my balls." I did as I was told. "Now lower yourself all the way down my cock. I want you to stop when you feel my pubic hair on your bottomcheeks."

It took every fiber of strength and determination I had to take his whole cock inside me. It was unbelievably difficult to keep my sphincter loose enough to slide down his cock, but I did it. 

When I felt his pubes on my bottom I exclaimed with glee, "I did it! I've taken your whole cock in my ass."

He chuckled and smiled, "Good girl! Now commence fucking and look me in the eyes while you do it."

He was right! I was his 'girl'. I slowly raised my hips then lowered them down onto his cock. There was some pain, but I could feel twinges of pleasure, too. After a while, he told me to go faster. I stared deep into his eyes. I was transfixed by his eyes. I thrust harder-and-harder on his cock.




The Mirror to My Soul Ch. 02



"Are you my faggot?'

"Yes...yes, I'm your faggot."

"Are you my girl?"

"Yes...yes, I'm your girl."

"Are you going to be the best queer-boy you can be?"

"Yes...oh God, yes. I'll be the best queer-boy I can be."

"Sweetie, from now on your only responsibility is to please me. Whenever I tell you, you will get on your knees and suck my cock and swallow my cum. Whenever I tell you, you will take off your panties and bend over so I can fuck your asshole. Do you understand?"

I was delirious with pleasure. I was furiously sliding up-and-down on his hard cock. I could feel his cock throbbing in my ass. My own cock bobbed in the air begging to be touched, but my total concentration was to give him pleasure with my asshole. 

"Yes, oh god, YES! I'm your girl-your bitch-your queer-boy. I belong to you. I'll get on my knees whenever you tell me to suck your cock and swallow your cum. I love licking your asshole. I love wearing panties for you. I love taking my panties off and bending over for you to fuck my asshole. I love sliding up-and-down on your cock. I'M YOUR QUEER-BOY!!"

My cock exploded without even touching it. I came with such force a shot of cum landed on Richard's forehead. Wave-after-wave of pleasure made me spasm in delight. I felt Richard's cock throb inside me. He bucked his hips as he shot his hot cum inside me. We both groaned and screamed our pleasure. This orgasm was even better than the last one. Incredible!

I collapsed on top of Richard. We kissed. He stroked my back and shoulders. We lay breathing hard for a long time. Finally, he told me to get a warm wash cloth and come back and clean us both up.

When I was finished, I snuggled up to Richard and fell asleep.

It was daylight when I awoke. My bottomcheeks felt on fire, and my hole was sore. I couldn't lie on my back, but I was strangely contented. I heard Richard stir beside me. He was awake. 

"Good morning, Sweetie. You learned a lot last night – don't forget any of it! I'm very pleased with you, so far. You're going to make a wonderful queer-boy for me. Now give me a kiss."

I leaned over him and we kissed. 

"Kneel between my legs, I'm going to teach you what our morning routine will be from now on."

I hurried between his legs. My contentment faded. The reality of the situation slapped me in the face: I was his queer-boy, nothing more. I was here for the sole purpose of sexually satisfying him.

His morning hard-on stood straight up. I stared at his penis and felt my own rise inside my panties. I was being used and degraded but it excited me!

"Who are you and why are you here?" he asked.

I was confused and fearful. I didn't know what he wanted me to say, and I didn't want another belt-whipping. "I'm your queer-boy" I finally answered. "I want to keep you sexually satisfied."

"How are you going to do that?"

I remembered last night. "I'll get on my knees and suck your penis and swallow your cum whenever you want...I'll kiss and lick your asshole whenever you tell me to...I'll take down my panties and bend over for you whenever you want to fuck my asshole."

I peeked at his face – he was smiling. I felt good.

"Good boy." He raised his legs exposing his asshole. "Now get to work!"

I kissed and tongue-fucked his asshole for a long time. I fought through the smell and acrid taste to please him. Then he told me to suck his balls. I lathered his balls with my saliva. I took one ball at a time into my mouth and covered it with my tongue. Finally, he ordered me to suck his cock. I cupped his balls in my right hand and held the base of his penis in my other hand. 

I started slowly; sucking at the engorged head of his cock, all the while mindful of keeping my tongue on his hot flesh. I soon had him moaning with pleasure. When he began to buck his hips upward, I sucked faster-and-faster. My hand furiously stroked his penis. At last he came. My tongue lapped over his penis slit. I swallowed every drop of his semen.

I had done my morning duty.

When I climbed out of bed my legs were unsteady; he caught me from falling. My bottomcheeks and asshole were in agony.

He chuckled: "I'm going to call your boss and tell him you won't be at work tonight. Okay?"

"Okay." 

We showered, shaved and dressed. He gave me fresh lace panties to wear. They were soft and flimsy and still cut into my tortured flesh. I had sneaked a peek at my bottom and it was a mass of purple welts.

We were getting ready to leave. He sat on the sofa; I stood in front of him.

"We're going to our cars and you're going to follow me to where I'm staying. The Regal Suites...room 222. If you-"

I interrupted him. I knew I made a big mistake. "But...I'm sorry, but...but I thought you lived here?"

"Never interrupt me again -- you will be punished for that!" he said matter-of-factly. "No, I don't live here. This is a special apartment to be used until sexual dalliances can be filmed – we have done that. I paid more for this place for 2 days then you earn in 2 months." He smiled. "But it was worth it!"

I had forgotten about the cameras. I was so caught up in obeying his commands and satisfying his desires, I forgot we were being filmed. A shiver ran down my spine. The dirty things he made me say and do were all on tape! Oh God....

"As I was about to say: if I lose you on the way, I'll expect to see you at Room 222 of The Regal Suites in a timely manner. Do you know where that is?" I nodded. "Good. And it should always be in the back of your mind that I have photographs and videos that you do not want ANYONE to ever see. Are you ready to begin your new life?"

My new life? "Yes, Richard."

We left the apartment and got into our cars. It was extremely painful to sit; I had to adjust my position often. I followed him closely. My mind was spinning. My new life! I didn't want to think. I concentrated on following his car.



The Mirror to My Soul Ch. 03



I stayed close to Richard's car the entire way to the hotel. I didn't want to risk displeasing him again. My bottom was a painful reminder of what happened when I made him angry.

The room, or I should say suite, was huge and classy. It looked very expensive. Richard must be doing very well for himself, I thought.

"Strip to your panties!" he suddenly ordered. "Whenever we're in here, you're only allowed to wear your panties. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Richard," I answered as I immediately stripped off my clothes. I was standing near Richard wearing just the white lace panties he had me put on that morning. He sat down and began to speak.

"I have four weeks of work left to do in this town. I own a very profitable company, and I'm working on a major deal here."

Four weeks? I wondered. I felt a glimmer of hope.

He continued: "I'll be gone 4-5 hours every day. I will give you little 'projects' to keep you busy while I'm working. I expect you to complete those projects and give 100% effort. Anything less is unsatisfactory, and you will be punished. Do you understand?"

"Yes...yes, Richard."

"I spoke with your boss on my cell phone on the way here. I told him you'd need a leave of absence and he said okay. When is your rent due, on the first?" I nodded. "I'll pay your next month's rent. You won't be going back to your apartment until I'm finished with you."

Finished with me? It sounded so degrading.

"I will allow you to speak with your family and friends on the phone. I will give you a cover story, and I'll be next to you when you make the calls. Any deviation from the cover story and you'll be punished. Understand?"

"Yes, Richard."

"Before I leave town, I will give you a sum of money. It will be up to you as to how much you get. If you don't perform well; if you don't give 100% effort; if you disobey me in any way, it won't be very much. But if you are eager and willing to obey, and perform the way I think you can, it will be a substantial amount of money. Are you able to agree with those terms?"

Did I have a choice?

"Yes, Richard." I felt strangely happy and positive.

He stood and came to me. We kissed.

"As you've already noticed, I have a very strong libido. My cock gets hard at the slightest thought of sex. It is your sole duty to keep me sexually satisfied. Morning -- noon -- and night -- whenever I get a hard-on. Sweetie, do you understand me?"

"Yes, Richard." We embraced and kissed, and I held him close.

"Get on your knees -- open my pants -- take out my cock -- and suck me off!"

"Yes, Richard." I did as I was told.

I felt renewed. I had hope. Four weeks? I can do that. I sucked him the way he liked it. I sucked his wonderful penis with abandon. My penis grew rock-hard inside my panties. 

Soon I heard his groan and doubled my efforts. I really loved sliding my lips over his smooth penis. His cockhead felt exquisite on my tongue. Finally, he rewarded me with his orgasm. I greedily sucked his cock and swallowed his cum. When he was finished I cleaned his cock with my tongue.

He helped me stand. He took hold of my penis through my panties and caressed it. My balls ached for release. He suddenly released it.

"Sweetie, I will also decide when and how you orgasm. If I'm generous, I may let you cum in your panties every day. Or, maybe not!" He smiled in my face. "Do you understand?"

"Yes...yes, Richard." I managed to say through my panting breath.

We went to the bathroom and he began running a bath. He told me I would be doing this 3 times a day. He showed me how to add liquid from two different bottles.

"One is scented bubble bath, the other is a special skin softener." He said. "I want your skin as soft as a girls. After all, you are MY girl."

On the vanity was a big hour-glass filled with sand. He had me turn over the hour-glass and get in the tub.

"When the sand is completely on the bottom -- you can get out of the tub. Don't fall asleep. If you don't get out of the bath in time -- you'll be punished!" He left the room.

Oh, God, this felt good. Luxurious. Soothing. So relaxing. It smelled good, too -- not too girly. I sat back and waited for the hour-glass to let me know when to get out. Now I knew why he mentioned falling asleep. It was everything I could do to stay awake in the bubble bath. 

I estimated it took 30 minutes for the hour-glass to run its course. I drained and cleaned the tub, and as per his instructions, I took a brief shower to wash off the remaining soap. 

He had left an outfit for me to wear -- sheer black panties and a red nightie. I dressed and joined him in the bedroom.

"Feeling refreshed?" he asked. He was naked, lying on the bed.

"Yes, that was wonderful!" I exclaimed. I saw his hard cock waving in the air. This man was amazing!

"I knew you'd enjoy it. You'll enjoy this, too --kneel between my legs. I won't fuck your ass for a few days, we'll let it heal up first. It's time you had a long session between my legs! Here, cinch your balls!" 

He handed me the small strap from before. I lowered my panties, cinched my balls tightly, then raised my panties. He watched my every move. Then I climbed between his legs and serviced him. 

He kept me busy every minute. My hands -- my mouth -- my lips -- my tongue. He was insatiable. I sucked his balls a long time. Then it was his cock. After he came, he made me lick his asshole. I tongue-fucked his asshole for 15-20 minutes until his cock was hard again. Then it was his balls again then finally his cock. 

All the while my hard penis throbbed and ached inside my panties. I was delirious with pleasure, but unable to cum. My mind was completely enveloped by fog. It didn't matter at all that I had my tongue in his asshole, or his balls in my mouth. It was as though I was performing natural, every day activities. 

The front of my panties were soaked with pre-cum. I was shaking -- trembling. My cock was on the edge of exploding, but never could. I lost track of the number of times he came in my mouth.

Finally he had me move beside him on the bed. He caressed my hard penis through the panties. I groaned like a bitch in heat. His fingers became slick with my pre-cum and he had me clean them off with my tongue.

"I'm not going to let you cum today," he said.

I wanted to cry but fought back the tears.

Later, he had me take another bath. It was soooo relaxing! When I was done I put on a fresh outfit and joined Richard in the living room. He'd ordered room service and we feasted on lobster and filet. 

"Did you masturbate in the bath tub?" he asked.

My face turned red. He studied me closely. "No...no, I wouldn't do that!" I said, shaking my head vehemently from side-to-side. 

"I believe you," is all he said.

When it was bedtime, he made me cinch my balls again. I climbed between his legs and serviced his penis, balls and asshole. When he shot his second load into my waiting mouth he said: "Enough -- go to sleep."

I fell in a heap beside him. My penis throbbing, pushing hard against my panties. It took a long time to fall asleep.

In the morning, he nudged me awake. 

"It's time for your morning duty," he said.

I climbed between his legs. I stared at him awaiting instructions.

"Who are you? Why are you here?" 

"I'm your queer-boy -- I belong to you," I said. "I'm here to keep you sexually satisfied."

"How are you going to do that?"

"I'll get on my knees and suck your cock and swallow your cum whenever you want. I'll kiss and lick your asshole when you tell me to. I'll take down my panties and bend over so you can fuck me in the ass anytime you want!" These are the words I had to say to him every morning.

He lifted his legs and my lips and tongue went straight to his asshole. Then I licked and sucked his balls. Finally, his hard penis was in my mouth. I serviced his cock a long time before he came in my mouth.

After my bath, I sat on Richard's lap. I caressed his cock and balls. He stroked my breasts. My nipples became hard.

He studied them. "We need to lengthen your nipples." I didn't know what he meant.

There was a knock on the door then I heard a key and the door opened. It was a young, Hispanic man. He was dressed in what appeared to be a houseman's uniform. He obviously worked at the hotel. 

"Buenos dias, Enrique," greeted Richard.

"Buenos dias," he answered.

"This is the boy I was telling you about." I saw Enrique smile.

"Sweetie, Enrique will be looking after you when I'm not here. You will obey him as you obey me. Do you understand?"

"Yes...yes, Richard," I said, unsure of what this was about.

"I promised you'd give him the best blow-job he's ever had. Don't disappoint me. If he tells me one negative thing about you -- I'll give you another belt-whipping. Sweetie, you don't want that, do you?" I shook my head from side-to-side. "Now promise me that you'll obey Enrique!"

"I...I promise to obey him, Richard."

"Good boy," he patted my head. "Get on your knees and go to him."

The blood drained from my face as I obeyed. I walked on my knees to where Enrique stood. I'd never felt so humiliated in my life.

"Take out his cock and balls and service him," I heard Richard say.

I did as I was told; keenly aware of Richard studying my performance. 

After I swallowed Enrique's cum, I cleaned his cock and replaced it in his pants. 

Enrique said, "Gracias, Ricardo," and left the room.

Now my shame was complete. I'd sucked the penis of a hotel worker. Furthermore, he would be back and make me do it again.

"Sweetie, stay on your knees and come over here," Richard commanded.

When I was between his legs Richard said, "Suck me off!" 

I did my best to please him. My jaws and mouth were finally getting accustomed to opening wide to accommodate a hard cock. 

We went to the bedroom. He had me take off my panties. There was some sort of exercise contraption near a wall with a metal bar that was waist high. He told me to rest my belly on the bar and bend over. I heard him searching for something.

When he came back he attached a leather cuff to my right hand and another cuff to my right ankle. He cuffed my left hand and ankle, as well. I couldn't move. I couldn't stand up. I was firmly bent over unable to move.

He left then returned with two large metal balls connect by chains. He clamped one of my nipples and gently lowered the ball until it was hanging a foot from the floor. 

"AAHHHHH..." I shouted as pain surged through my body. Then he attached another weighted ball to my other nipple. I was in agony. My face contorted; my body writhing in pain.

"These are 5 pound weights. You'll wear them today and when I get home we'll see how much longer your nipples are," he said matter-of-factly.

Richard left the room to shower and shave.

OH MY GOD THEY HURT!!!!!

Richard returned and dressed. He came over and stooped to kiss me on the lips then went behind me.

I felt a cool liquid on my bottomhole. He used a tube to lube my hole. Then he inserted something else inside me. It was long and slick and filled my hole. Then a belt was fastened around my waist, and I heard a 'click'.

"That should do it," I heard him say. "Sweetie, you are now wearing a chastity belt. I told Enrique he could use your mouth and hands, but not your bottom. This will make sure he doesn't fuck that sweet ass of yours -- that belongs to me! Bye, Sweetie, I have to go to work."

And he was gone.

I had never felt such pain in my life. My nipples were twisting and turning with every movement of the swinging metal balls. I fought hard to stay still and not let the weights swing needlessly.

I was there a long time; I may have passed out from the pain. It was unbearable. Then I heard the bedroom door open. THANK GOD, RICHARD WAS HOME!!!

"Ah, hahaha, my little chica. You look so beautiful in that position -- so helpless!" It was Enrique. My heart sank. "Ricardo called me and said you might need to use this."

He was in front of me now. I could see a small bucket. He put it between my legs and placed his hand on my soft penis.

"Go, chica, go pee-pee for Enrique."

I was past humiliation. I let go and a torrent of piss rushed from me into the bucket. Enrique laughed and goaded me the whole time.

When I was done he left and emptied the bucket in the toilet. He came back and stood behind me. I felt his hand on my bottom. He was examining my chastity belt.

He chuckled. "Oh, Ricardo, you don't trust Enrique?" He laughed again then came around in front of me.

My head was pointing down. He lifted my face by my chin. His pants were down and his hard penis was pointed at my mouth.

"Chica, open wide for Enrique." I did as I was told.

He stood close to me. He grabbed my ears and slid his cock in-and-out of mouth.

"Ohhh, chica...my little puta...suck my cock, puta!"

I wanted it to end. I did the best I could without the use of my hands. I lathered his cockhead with my tongue. I sucked furiously. I began to taste his pre-cum. I worked harder. His cock fucked my face faster-and-faster. My own cock was rigid.

Suddenly he shouted: "OOOHHH PUTA -- PUTA -- SUCK HARDER -- EAT MY CUM BITCH -- EAT MY CUM!!"

I managed to swallow all of his cum.

When he was finished, he wiped his cum-slicked penis on my face.

"Oh, chica -- nice, nice." He patted my head and left.

I couldn't help it! He used me like a slut and I was ashamed. I burst out crying. Tears flowed freely from my eyes and fell silently to the carpet. 

I was now alone. Strapped to a bar, bending over with weights attached to my nipples. The pain was gone; all I felt was numbness. All this was happening because I was ashamed people would find out that I'm queer. 

Huh? Did I just admit that I'm gay? A battle raged in my mind.

I'm not gay, I argued. I love girls; I love their breasts, their pussy's; the softness of their skin; their laughter when I tell a joke.

Oh, yeah? What about the sex? Perfunctory, at best. You hate eating cunt. They'd rarely give you a blow job, and if they did, they would never swallow. You had to listen to their silliness, before and after sex. You hated it if they stayed the entire night.

The battle in my mind went on and on. 

I didn't hear the bedroom door open. Suddenly a hand was stroking my bottom. I flinched.

Richard laughed. Yes, it was Richard's voice. I felt safe. I was overjoyed he had come home.

"Sweetie, did you miss me?" he asked.

I was honest. "Oh...yes, Richard. I missed you so much!"

He moved away and I heard him undressing. I heard the unmistakable sound of the zipper on his trousers being pulled down. My penis twitched and became semi-erect.

"Did Enrique help you pee?" he asked.

"Yes, Richard."

"Did he use your mouth?"

"Yes, Richard."

"Good. You're going to suck other men's cocks, too. Get used to it."

"Yes, Richard." My penis became fully erect when I heard those words.

Richard came to me and stroked my penis. He chuckled.

"The idea of sucking other men's cocks excites you -- doesn't it, Sweetie?"

My mind said no, but my penis said yes. He laughed at my silence.

He carefully removed the weights from my nipples. He unfastened me from the bar, and helped me to stand. My nipples now ached. He held me and caressed me. We kissed a long time. He stroked my shoulders; my neck; my back and my chest. He leaned down and kissed and licked my nipples. They became hard. He was very pleased.

"Sweetie...sweetie, look at your nipples!"

I looked down. They were hard and almost an inch in length. I was appalled, yet fascinated. 

"Sweetie, this is good for you. You now have another erogenous zone. Your breasts and nipples will excite you as much as your cock and bottomhole. You really are blossoming into 'my little girl'." 

There was undeniable tenderness in his voice.

He led me to the bed and sat on the edge. His hands pushed my shoulders downward. I kneeled between his legs. He fed me his penis and I sucked at it with languor. When he finished, I cleaned his penis with my tongue. I felt oddly contented.

We settled into a routine. 

When Richard was at work, he required me to exercise constantly: sit-ups and push-ups. Between my baths and exercises, I was busy when he was gone.

And, of course, there was Enrique.

Enrique would 'visit' me twice a day and use my mouth when Richard was gone. This became a familiar routine as well.

I would be on my knees; open his pants and pull them down (he never would get naked); he'd turn around and spread his cheeks and I would lather his asshole with my lips and tongue; then turn around again and present his balls to my mouth. He loved me sucking his balls because I could fit his whole ball sac in my mouth. Then I would suck his penis and swallow his cum. All the while he would be talking. Calling me "Chica" and "Puta", and telling me what a pretty cum-slut I was. My penis ached and throbbed inside my panties -- he never touched me and I never came when I was servicing him.

When Richard arrived home, he was insatiable. Before dinner, he would use my mouth, and once I'd roused his penis again, would fuck me in the ass. I fell in love with his hard cock in my asshole. The heat of it; the feeling of being completely filled; I thrilled at every vein and nuance of his penis.

My orgasms were spectacular! When Richard decided I had earned a treat he would allow me to cum. 

Sometimes he masturbated me with my panties as he fucked me; other times I would fuck myself with the lubricated metal tube while stroking my cock with my panties (he loved watching me); and for a special treat, we would watch the video then recreate the time I straddled his cock, wearing nipple clamps and holding his balls, then slide up-and-down his cock. This was my favorite! I could take his entire cock inside my hole, and my orgasm was explosive! My penis was never touched, but as soon as I felt his hot cum shooting into my ass, I lost it! My cock would burst and I'd spray cum everywhere. It was always absolutely wonderful!

After dinner we would go to the indoor swimming pool. Richard didn't swim, but he made me do thirty minutes of hard swimming: laps from one end of the pool to the other as fast as I could; he would time me. I wore navy blue panties, and they could easily pass for swimming trunks, but if anyone looked closely they'd see the lace trim on the waistband. I didn't care if people noticed.

Life was good; I was in the best shape of my life; we ate fabulous meals; he would initiate interesting conversations, and would actually want to hear my thoughts and opinions. And of course the sex was incredible. I had accepted, and embraced the fact that 'I was his girl'.

I occasionally spoke with my family and a couple friends on the phone. Richard had instructed me to tell them I had a temporary job as 'Personal Assistant' to a very wealthy man. I helped him with scheduling appointments and did computer-related work for his business. I was cheerful and assured everyone this was a great opportunity, and I was making great money. They all bought the story! 

One day while we were sitting and talking, Richard said that Enrique would be stopping by in a couple hours. He was going to bring some friends, and I was going to service all of them. He told me to take a bath and get ready for them.

My heart pounded as I listened to him. I wondered how many hard cocks there would be. We'd had a big breakfast and I worried I'd eaten too much and wouldn't be able to swallow all their cum. My penis began to rise in my panties. When he was finished talking, I went off to take my bath.

Richard had set-up a video camera while I was bathing. I didn't care -- what difference could another sex video make?

Richard had me cinch my balls: "We don't want any accidents while you're performing," he said.




The Mirror to My Soul Ch. 03



I waited on my knees; I waited to hear a knock on the door. I was happy I was wearing my favorite 'girly' outfit: pink nightie and sheer, pink panties; a black garter belt and black nylon stockings. I felt 'pretty'.

Then came the knock on the door; my heart raced; my penis was hard and throbbing in my panties.

Enrique and five of his friends entered the room. 

Six! I was going to service six hard cocks! It was going to be a long afternoon. My penis ached with desire.

I saw them smiling and heard them snicker. Richard explained what he wanted. He was the 'Director', and was going to guide the action.

He had Enrique stand before me. Richard told me to open his pants and take them down. Enrique was semi-erect. I was told to lick his cock until it got hard. I did as I was told. Soon Enrique had a raging hard-on. I was told to suck it. I took his cock into my mouth and licked and sucked. I rubbed his balls. I stroked his cock while I sucked. 

Richard instructed Enrique to pull his cock out of my mouth when it was time, and shoot his cum on my face. 

Then Richard said to me: "Sweetie, when Enrique cums, pump his cock and try to catch his cum in your mouth." I nodded. 

I felt Enrique's cock throbbing; he grunted and pulled it out of my mouth. I pumped it furiously as he shot load-after-load of hot cum; I tried to catch it in my mouth; I was able to swallow some of his cum, but most of it landed on my face. When Enrique finished, Richard told him to rub his cock on my face and smooth out the cum so it wouldn't drip off my chin. Then Richard had me clean his cock with my tongue. I pulled up Enrique's pants and tucked his cock and balls inside.

Enrique's friends were lined-up behind him. One-by-one the scene was repeated. It became progressively easier to make their cocks shoot their loads -- they were already excited by watching me suck their friends' cocks. My face became thick with cum. Some of it dripped onto my nightie, but most it stuck to my face.

Before long, I looked up and Enrique was at the front of the line again. I had sucked six cocks and made them all cum! I felt like I'd achieved something of great importance.

The second time through the men would take a little longer. Richard described what he wanted this time around.

"Guys, when chica takes down your pants, turn around -- bend over and open your cheeks. Chica will lick your asshole until you're hard -- then turn around and offer chica your balls. She will suck your balls. When you want her to suck your cock just tap her on the head. This time shoot your cum in her mouth and she'll swallow every drop!"

The men smiled and nodded approvingly.

"But first, Puta will provide us with some entertainment!"

Richard spoke to me: "Get up -- take off your panties and uncinch your balls." I did as I was told.

He handed me a lubed-up tube. "Fuck your ass with this and stroke your cock with the panties -- when you cum in your panties shout it out loud so we all can hear you."

This would complete my degradation. This would prove to the men in the room, and to myself, that I was no longer a man. That I was, indeed, a chica and puta!

I took the tube from Richard and carefully inserted it in my hole. At first, I slowly pushed it in-and-out ...in-and-out...in-and-out. Sucking all those cocks had already pushed me to the edge. It wouldn't take me long to cum. My mind was lost in a fog of desire. My balls ached for release. I stroked my cock faster-and-faster. I lost all decency and rammed the tube in-and-out of my asshole. The men screamed obscenities at me. They laughed and cheered my loss of self control. Finally, I exploded into the panties.

"I'M CUMMING IN MY PANTIES RICHARD -- I'M CUMMING IN MY PANTIES -- OH GOD I'M CUMMING IN MY PANTIES!!!!

When I was finished I collapsed to the floor; exhausted; spent.

"Clean your panties and cinch your balls again!" I heard Richard order.

I obeyed him. The men were applauding and still yelling catcalls and insults. I didn't care anymore.

When the men groaned as I serviced their assholes, balls and cocks, a strange feeling of empowerment overtook me. My hands and lips and tongue were in control. It was me who had control over them. I was in charge. It was me causing them to moan and groan and buck their hips and thrust their cocks in-and-out of my mouth. I had all the power! It was me making them shout out in ecstasy when they shot load-after-load of thick, hot cum in my mouth. I swallowed greedily. It was me who drained their balls and caused their panting and heavy breathing. It was me who made their rock-hard cocks soft. 

Richard filmed the whole sordid tableau. Sometimes I mugged for the camera. When I saw the camera close to my face, I would slightly grin and look into the lens while I tongue-fucked an asshole, or sucked a cock. I was a movie star!

I lost track of time. It didn't matter. The men were walking out the door. I was still on my knees; my tongue was coated with their cum. Their semen filled my belly. 

Richard came to me and patted my head. "Sweetie, you were wonderful! You're the best girl I've ever owned!"

WOW! I thought. My face beamed with pride. 'The best girl he's ever owned!!' I was thrilled and delighted.

"Sweetie, you deserve a treat. Take off your panties and bend over."

I was only too eager to obey. He fucked me hard and long. I loved every minute of it. He masturbated me with my panties while he fucked me in the ass. We both shot our loads at the same time. Cries of joy filled the air. My orgasms kept getting better and better.

The days passed quickly. It was almost the end. Feelings of uncertainty raged throughout my mind. What am I going to do when Richard leaves? Uncertainty turned to despair. I finally admitted to myself I didn't want this life to end. I loved being Richard's 'girl' -- I loved Richard!

The 'end' was two days away. Richard came home with some clothes for me. He said we were going out that night. Out? It dawned on me I hadn't been outside in weeks. 

"I'm going to fuck you before we leave," he said matter-of-factly.

I was naked on the end of the bed. He had me pull my knees to my chest then pull my legs apart as wide as they would go. My hole was open for him. When he pushed down his boxers and his penis sprang into view. I nearly swooned. 

God, that's beautiful, I thought.

Then I felt some disappointment : he was cinching my balls and I wouldn't be able to orgasm with him. But I trusted him; I knew this was part of a plan.

When he was finished and my bottomhole was filled to the brim with his cum he told me to keep my legs in the air then he inserted a buttplug into me. It was short but very fat. He attached it around my waist and clicked it into place. 

His cum stayed inside me.

"Here, put these on." He handed me clothes.

Pink lace panties, white short-shorts and a pink t-shirt that only covered me just above my naval. I wore white anklet socks and new white sneakers with a pink stripe on each side. He dressed me like the girl I had become.

He sensed my nervousness at going out in this outfit and said: "Don't worry your pretty little head, Sweetie. We're not going any place you might know people -- at least I don't think so." he chuckled.

As we walked past a mirror, I caught a glimpse of myself. The t-shirt had sparkling beads on it and some printing. I looked down and read what it said: 'I belong to him'. 

I rode silently beside him. Richard's semen stayed inside me, but the odor of it began to fill the car. It wasn't unpleasant -- it reminded me of seafood. We drove for about 20 minutes then I saw a club, he pulled the car into the lot and parked.

I calmed down a bit. I'd never been there before. We walked inside. The lighting was very poor. It took a long time for my eyes to focus. I slid into a booth and Richard slid in next to me. I had to be careful how I sat: I was very aware of the buttplug. Our thighs touched. I looked around the room; there were quite a few people there; music was playing and people were dancing. A young guy approached our table, I was a little taken aback. He wore only leather shorts -- very brief shorts. He was in good shape; not an ounce of fat.

Richard ordered wine for us. I looked at the people dancing, they were all men. I looked around, not a woman to be seen anywhere. Oh, I thought, this must be a 'gay bar'.

We sat and chatted for a long time. Richard brought up a topic and we would discuss it then move on to another topic. Finally he said he wanted to dance. He slid out of the booth and offered me his hand. I held his hand as we walked to the dance floor. We slowly walked around the floor; I think he was showing me off to the other men.

We danced. It felt a little strange to follow his lead. He held me close to him. He kissed me from time-to-time. When we returned to our booth, he took the waiter aside and spoke with him. Soon a young man was standing at our table. He looked only at Richard.

"Hi," he said, "I'm Tommy. I understand you might want some company."

Richard smiled, and invited him to sit next to me.

He finally looked at me: "Pretty outfit," he said with a grin on his face.

I blushed and stammered a 'thank you'.

Richard and Tommy talked; I stayed quiet. Then Richard asked Tommy to dance. I watched them on the dance floor. I was overcome with an odd sensation: what was it? I wondered. Do I feel jealous?

They were dancing and talking. I saw Tommy smile and nod his head in agreement to whatever Richard was saying. They returned to the table. We had more wine then Richard paid the bill and we all left together. I sat in the middle between Richard and Tommy. 

Richard started the car and before he put it in gear he said: "Sweetie, why don't you open our pants and hold our balls on the drive back to the hotel? Would you like that, Tommy?"

"That would be wonderful," answered Tommy. 

I reached to unfasten Richard's pants but he stopped me: "The guest comes first -- so to speak."

Tommy chuckled as I unfastened his pants. After I opened Richard's slacks I reached into their pants with each hand and cupped and held their balls. My head was swimming with excitement. My penis rose inside my panties. Once again, the smell of Richard's cum permeated the air.

"I fucked Johnny in the ass 2 hours ago and he's holding my semen in with a buttplug," Richard said, explaining to Tommy the smell inside the car.

Tommy laughed and said, "Yeah, I thought it smelled familiar."

It didn't bother me when Richard told Tommy he had just fucked me. As a matter of fact, I felt strangely proud.

Tommy's balls were heavy. I wondered what his penis looked like. My penis was rock-hard just thinking about what Richard would have me do with Tommy.

When we arrived at the hotel, Richard told me to fasten their slacks. I snuck a peek at Tommy and he had a wide grin on his face as I fumbled with his belt.

Once inside, I was ordered to strip to my panties. I did as I was told.

The rest of the night became a blur in my head. Tommy was amused when Richard cinched my balls. My penis was so hard I was mad with desire; my balls ached and screamed for release.

Richard and Tommy were side-by-side, naked on the bed; I was kneeling between Tommy's legs; my lips and tongue busy servicing his cock and balls. My left hand was fondling and caressing Richard's hard-on.. 

Tommy's cock was magnificent! Seven inches long and two inches around; I had trouble keeping it in my mouth! I sucked and nibbled on his cockhead. His penis was velvety smooth. 

When Tommy finally ejaculated into my mouth, I greedily ate it all. His jizz was creamy and I had to swallow over-and-over to catch it all. I milked him dry then cleaned his penis with my tongue.

Richard wanted Tommy to suck him off. I was a little jealous. Tommy moved between Richard's legs. Then Richard ordered me to eat out Tommy's asshole. I lay on my back; Tommy's bottom directly above my face; Tommy lowered his asshole to my waiting mouth. I caressed his smooth bottomcheeks with one hand while I held his balls with my other hand. I kissed and tongue-fucked his asshole a long time.

I couldn't see anything, but I heard Richard finally groan and I knew he was shooting his cum into Tommy's mouth. We were all panting and breathing heavily. 

After a few minutes Richard ordered me to take off my panties. I handed them to him. I was giddy with joy: He was going to let me cum! He had Tommy lie on his back with his knees raised and wide apart. I was to fuck Tommy in the ass: A dream come true! 

I placed my cockhead against Tommy's hole and slowly pushed into him. Oh God, it felt wonderful! I couldn't help myself: I wanted to cum so badly I began to plow in-and-out of Tommy's hole with a vengeance. He was deliciously tight! Tommy was groaning -- he loved my cock in his ass!

My balls were still cinched. I began whimpering and mewling sounds escaped my lips. I furiously fucked Tommy but I couldn't cum. My cock was throbbing and leaking pre-cum. I felt Richard's hands unfasten the cinch strap. He ordered me to cum.

Oh God-oh God-oh God-it's close-it's close...

I screamed out loud: "I'M CUMMING IN TOMMY'S ASS—I'M CUMMING IN TOMMY'S ASS—I'M CUMMING IN TOMMY'S ASS—I'M CUMMING IN TOMMY'S ASS!!!!

I emptied a gallon of cum inside Tommy. It was the most incredible orgasm I ever had! I collapsed on Tommy—he held me close to him. I was still gasping for air when I heard Richard.

"Sweetie, kneel on the floor."

I did as I was told. Tommy's legs were still raised—he was trying to hold my cum inside him. He moved his butt to the edge of the bed.

"Sweetie, eat your cum out of Tommy's asshole. Eat it all!"

My cum was leaking out of his hole; I lapped it up. I placed my lips around his asshole and used my tongue as a shovel to scoop out my jizz. I sucked on his asshole and my own cum flowed into my mouth. It took awhile but I ate all of my cum out of Tommy's asshole. If I wasn't a depraved cum-eating-slut before this—I certainly was one now!

We changed positions: Richard laying on his back—his stiff cock pointing straight in the air. He had me straddle him until his cock was inches from my asshole.

"Tommy, take the buttplug out of Johnnie's ass... Sweetie, when he takes it out, get my cock in your ass as fast as you can."

I'd forgotten it was still inside me. I impaled myself on Richard's cock when the buttplug was removed. I was lubricated by his cum from our previous fucking. He had me put on the nipple clamps and reach back and hold his balls with my hands. Then he told me to commence fucking. 

My mind was gone. Between my orgasm and now Richard's cock in my ass, I was lost in a fog. I heard Richard say something but didn't understand. Then Tommy presented his throbbing cock to my lips. My lips immediately encircled his cockhead and I began sucking. I was servicing two beautiful cocks and I loved it!

I was amazed at how soon my own cock became hard again. We settled into a rhythm. My hole slid up-and-down Richard's cock while I sucked furiously on Tommy's penis. 

This is what life is all about, I thought. I didn't want it to end.

I fucked and sucked for all I was worth. My own cock began to throb. It took a long time but I didn't care -- I was in heaven! Then I heard their first groans. I doubled my efforts. The cock in my ass began to throb; the cock in my mouth expanded my lips. Then they both cried out. Richard's cock exploded in my ass—Tommy's cock shot load-after-load of hot cum in my mouth—I swallowed every drop. Then I felt my own cum boiling in my balls and shoot like a geyser out of my cock. I was delirious with pleasure. My eyes rolled back into my head. I collapsed onto Richard then passed out beside him.

The next thing I knew it was morning.

My ass was sore, and all I could taste was semen. I didn't care—I felt complete. 

Then I remembered today was the final day I would be with Richard. An ocean of sadness enveloped me. Tears welled in my eyes. 

How can I possibly live without him? I wondered.

Richard came into the bedroom. He took off his robe and he was naked. His penis was hard. He kneeled on top of me. He straddled my chest until his cock was inches from my mouth.

"Suck me off!" was all he said.

I did as I was told. I gave him the best blow-job I could.

When he finished cumming in my mouth he told me to take a bath. He would order breakfast.

We ate in silence. Afterwards, he said he was going out; I was to do my exercises. 

My mind was racing. Life would never be the same again. I was a 'queer-boy' now, and I loved it. I figured I would start a whole new life. I still had a good job; maybe I could afford an apartment near the park where I met Richard; maybe I could find another man like Richard; maybe I could admit to my family who I really am?

Richard was gone a long time. When he came back he had me kneel between his legs and service his cock with my hands and lips and tongue. I was very good at satisfying men now—it didn't take very long until I had Richard cumming in my mouth. After I cleaned his cock he put on his robe and called room service for dinner.

Once again we ate in silence. I wondered why he was so quiet. Maybe he was sad too? He suddenly started making small talk; I felt better.

Then he said: "A man is coming here in a couple hours. I met him two days ago. I spoke to him earlier today. I told him I had a beautiful woman in my room and I'd trick her into giving him a blow-job. He hates faggots so I couldn't say anything about you."

"Ah...ah, how are we going to do this?" I asked.

"The lights will be turned off in the bedroom and you'll be on your knees. The door will be open a crack, there'll be just enough light that he'll see you kneeling, but he won't be able to make out who you are. He'll come up to you—you'll open his pants and suck him off."

Richard told me to take a bath and get ready. I did as I was told.

A pretty outfit was laid out on the bed: a black nightie, red panties, a red garter belt and black nylon stockings. I stood before Richard: he had me lower my panties and he cinched my balls. I then sat beside him.

We kissed and fondled each other. He had my penis throbbing in my panties. He knew how to work me up to a fever pitch. Then there was a knock on the door.

"Go into the bedroom and get on your knees. You know what to do." I did as I was told.

I heard muffled voices from the living room. My heart began pounding. This was exciting!

A shadowy figure appeared at the bedroom door; he tentatively entered the room and walked to where I was kneeling. As soon as he was within reach, I opened his pants, slid his pants and underwear down, and immediately went to work on his cock.

I had to do my very best just to get his penis hard, but even then, it never became fully erect. It was a short and fat cock. It tasted slightly greasy. He started moaning early on. I guessed he hadn't had too many blow-jobs in his life. He grabbed me by the ears and began fucking my face. It wasn't very pleasant. I did my best to make him cum so it would be over.

He pumped his hips and his oily cock slid in-and-out of my mouth. One time he pushed it so far into my mouth I gagged, and had to concentrate on not biting it. My lips and tongue worked furiously. Then I heard him groan; I felt his balls expand and he started cumming; I pumped his cock and swallowed his cum. It tasted horrible.

Suddenly, the lights came on and I heard Richard say: "What a pretty scene; I believe you two already know each other!"

With his cock still in my mouth, I looked up: HOLY SHIT!! It was the owner of the bar where I worked! OH MY GOD!! I WAS SUCKING MY BOSSES COCK!!

"YOU GODDAMN FAGGOTS!!! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE? I'M GOING TO KILL YOU BOTH!!!

He yanked his cock out of my mouth and lunged at me. His strong hands went around my throat—he was choking me!




The Mirror to My Soul Ch. 03



"YOU'LL NEVER WORK IN THIS TOWN AGAIN!! KISS YOUR LIFE GOODBYE FAGGOT!!!"

Richard hit him with one shot to his solar plexus—he dropped to the floor. 

When my boss finally stumbled to his feet he sized-up Richard; he knew right away he couldn't take him in a fight. He calmed down.

"I always thought you were a faggot! You couldn't fool me with all those girls. LOOK AT YOU!! You even love to wear women's underwear!!! What a faggot! You'll never tend bar in this town again!"

Richard looked at him and said: "You're not going to tell a soul what happened here tonight. If you do, I'm coming to your bar and tell everyone what a faggot YOU ARE!! I'LL TELL EVERYONE YOU KNEW DAMN WELL IT WAS A GUY SUCKING YOUR COCK!!!"

My bosses face turned beet red. Before he stormed out of the room, he looked at me and said, "Don't ever show your faggot face in my bar again!!"

Richard helped me to my feet. We went into the living room and sat on the sofa. There was a long silence.

I was trembling and shaking with fear and bewilderment. My God! My life is ruined.

Richard sensed what I was feeling. He spoke softly, calmly: "Sweetie, I'm sorry I set you up. I didn't think the photos would work as blackmail anymore. You've truly become a queer-boy now and I needed to do something drastic."

"B-but why?" I asked, fighting back the tears.

"I want you to come home with me. I want you in my life!"

I started to cry. He put his strong arms around me and comforted me. We kissed.

"I love you, Richard."

"I love you too, Sweetie."

The next day we packed a few things and went to the airport. I sat beside him in first-class—he was my man—I was his queer-boy.

I felt exhilarated. I wondered what the rest of my life would bring?

I was Richard's 'girl' and I was happy.