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Danny Darling Ch. 01

By: bjmichaels



I was going up the on-ramp of the freeway when the gauges on the dashboard went crazy. Lights were flashing, the needles swung wildly from side-to-side, and suddenly, the power steering was gone. It took all my strength to pull the car over to the shoulder of the road. The engine died and when I turned the ignition key there was nothing. 

I sat numbly in the driver's seat wondering what I should do. Like all manly activities and hobbies, I knew nothing about cars either. 

I racked my brain figuring out who to call and became fearful when the realization struck me the only person I knew well enough in town was my landlord Danny. My hands clenched the steering wheel as my body trembled with severe anxiety.

Danny was a pompous, overbearing man who made me extremely nervous. Truth-be-told, he scared me. 

I sat there frozen in place, knowing I would have to call him and ask for his help. I pictured his face with the red, bulbous nose and the smug smirk of superiority. I knew he would talk down to me, and make disparaging comments about my masculinity.

I held my cell phone and searched my contact list for his number. I hadn't programmed it into my phone-he had.

One day I was lounging by the small swimming pool outside the apartment complex. I had just finished speaking with my mother and was about to put the phone away when Danny suddenly appeared and asked what type of phone it was. Before I could answer, he snatched it from my hand and examined it. 

"You don't have my number in here-you probably don't know how to do it...don't worry, I'll do it for you," he said in his typically snarky way.

As I waited for him to answer my call, I was overcome with a sickening feeling in the pit of my belly-I really didn't want to talk with him. 

Then strangely, the longer it rang, the more I hoped and prayed he would answer. He was truly the only person who could and would help me.

A wave of helplessness washed over me when his phone went to voicemail. 

"Danny, this is John," I said beginning my message. "There's something wrong with my car—it went dead-I'm on the side of the on-ramp at the Mitchell Avenue entrance to the freeway...c-could you please come and get me-I-I don't know what else to do..."

Waiting for his call, I stared blankly out the windshield, looking at nothing, cursing my manly incompetence. I hated my father for dying while I was still too young for him to teach me how to be a boy and a man.

I hated him for leaving me alone with a smothering, overbearing mother and two taunting, and hateful sisters.

The ringer on my phone startled me. It was Danny.

"D-Danny, I..." is all I could say before he interrupted me.

I heard his evil chuckle then he said: "I knew a boy like you would be asking me for help sooner or later...I want you to thank me for programming my number into your phone."

Huh? What did he say?

Then he said, "Well..."

I swallowed hard then said, "Thank you."

"I want you to speak in complete sentences...explain why you are thanking me," he said. His voice sounded stern, almost angry.

I was in no position to make him mad.

I said, "Thank you, Danny, for programming your number in my cell phone."

"That's better...stay in the car while you wait for me," he instructed.

"Okay," I answered.

"Okay what?" he shot back at me.

His tone made me tremble. 

"Okay, I'll stay in the car while I wait for you," I said meekly.

He said, "Good boy" then ended the call.

I found myself thinking about the phrase Danny had used: "A boy like you..."

It was exactly what I'd heard from my mother over-and-over-and-over.

"A boy like you can't play football—the real boys would hurt you."

"If you ever move out of here into your own place—a boy like you needs to learn how to cook and clean and sew."

The last time she'd said it to me was the worst.

I'd finally managed to save enough money to leave home. I was twenty-one years old, and had worked two jobs since graduating from high school. Moving to an apartment in my home town would do me no good. I would still be living too close to her.

I searched a map of the country and settled on a city in Florida. It was on the Gulf Coast, I liked that, but even better was the fact I would be close to a thousand miles away from my mother.

I expected her to scream and yell and tell me I couldn't go. Instead, her reaction surprised the heck out of me. 

"That's a wonderful idea, dear," she said. "You can re-invent your life...you can leave your doubts and inhibitions here and you can become the boy I know deep down that you are..."

I had no clue what she meant by that.

Then she added: "Dear, be very careful! There are many nasty and dirty men out there who would like nothing better than to get their hands on a soft, pretty boy like you!"

I remember blushing and saying, "Mother, I'm not gay!"

A sad smile crossed her face. She winked at me and said, "Of course you're not, dear."

I was infuriated. I had to defend my sexuality.

"Mother, you know darn well Tracey and I were going together the last year of high school and when she went away to college I was devastated...later on I met Amy—you said you liked Amy...anyway, you know I spent many nights at her apartment and we didn't spend those nights cooking and cleaning and sewing, if you know what I mean!"

She replied: "All I said, dear, was to be careful...you don't know this, but I had a long talk with Amy before she left you...she was very open and frank-she even talked of your bedroom activities in some detail..."

My mother must have seen the shock and horror on my face. I was defeated. She had crushed my spirit one more time. 

She quickly added, "You have nothing to be ashamed of or embarrassed about, dear...all I want is for you to be happy...I am praying you find a partner who knows what a boy like you needs and wants."

The sound of a car horn woke me from my nightmare. In the rearview mirror I saw Danny's ten-year old Lincoln Town Car come to a stop behind me.

I climbed out of my car then locked it, and walked back to Danny's passenger door. I didn't know what to expect from him. I thanked him the moment I opened the door.

When I was buckled-in, I looked and saw a slight smile on his face. It wasn't the usual smug smile or smirk; he appeared genuinely concerned he could help.

"I've already called my friend Jack-he owns an auto repair business...a tow truck is on the way and he'll take the car and when Jack finds out what's wrong he'll give me a call."

I thanked him again and the ride home was spent in pleasant conversation. Danny put me at ease and even had me laughing by the time we arrived at the apartment building.

The next day after work, Danny invited me to his place for dinner. I was still leery and skeptical of him, but again, we engaged in spirited conversation. We drank three glasses of wine before we ate and I became relaxed.

He told me that Jack said my alternator went out, and suggested I buy a new battery, as well. Knowing nothing about cars, I nodded my head in agreement and smiled with appreciation.

I described to him my journeys to and from work on the city bus. I called it "my bus rides from hell."

What used to be a 26-minute drive, was now an hour-and-half. A harrowing ordeal on a packed city bus thru the worst section of town with people who frightened the heck out of me. 

I tried to keep my story light-hearted and humorous, and I did get him to laugh a couple times, but I knew he sensed my anxiety.

During dinner he told me stories of his youth. I'd never really known how old he was, I guessed he was in his forties, but the references he made of the past caused me to think him being closer to fifty than forty.

I began seeing Danny in a new light. He made me feel relaxed; his sarcasm and caustic remarks were gone. He was actually funny, and intelligent. He could also be quite charming. I really liked the 'new' Danny.

Close to the end of the meal there was a lull in the conversation and I suddenly blurted out, "Did Jack say how much the repairs were going to cost?"

After Danny swallowed a mouthful of food he said matter-of-factly, "A little over six-hundred dollars...there are some belts and hoses he thinks should be replaced, too."

The hair on the back of my neck stood straight and in my mind I shouted HOLY CRAP!!

I'm sure he saw the shock in my eyes because he immediately asked, "Is that going to be a problem for your bank account?"

I was working as a stockboy at Dullard's Department Store and was earning pennies more than minimum wage and by the time I paid the monthly bills, I had little money left over for anything else. 

"Uh, I—uh...I don't have a bank account—I'm kinda living from paycheck-to-paycheck," I mumbled.

"Well," he said, slowly shaking his head. "Jack is one helluva mechanic, but he's a total asshole when it comes time for him to get paid for his work...he won't release a vehicle to the owner until he gets the money for it."

A cloudy mist settled in my eyes. I turned my head so Danny wouldn't notice. There was no way I could pay six-hundred dollars in cash to get my car back.

He immediately understood my dilemma.

"Johnny, how does this sound to you?" he said. "I will pay for the repairs and you and I will work-out a payment plan!"

"That would be great!" I almost shouted. "What kind of payment plan do you have in mind?"

A smile crossed his lips as he rose from the table and said, "Why don't you do the dinner dishes and clean-up the kitchen first...then we'll discuss it."

I didn't think anything of it. I always washed and dried the dishes at home for my mom and sisters so this was nothing new to me. Besides, he was going to bail me out of a serious situation-this was the least I could do.

I was busy at work when I smelled smoke. I looked over my shoulder at Danny in the living room. He was sitting on the sofa puffing a big, fat cigar. He looked so peaceful and contented, I smiled.

When I was satisfied with my work, I announced I was finished and started for the living room.

"Johnny, pour us some wine then you may join me on the couch," he said.

"Oh...yeah, sure Danny," I replied.

I filled the glasses too full and was afraid I'd spill some wine on my way to him. I walked slowly to him and handed him a glass. He patted the sofa directly beside him motioning for me to sit next to him.

I sat down. He inched closer to me until our legs were touching. That was when my radar went off; then he began stroking my neck, and the back of my head. To my absolute horror, he leaned over and kissed my cheek-my senses were now on full-blown alert.

In a matter of seconds my heart went from happy jubilation to dreaded anticipation. I was pretty sure what sort of payment plan he had devised, and it didn't involve me giving him any money.

"P-P-Please, Danny," I cried out. "I'm not that kind of guy-I'm not gay!"

He laughed and said, "We both know what kind of boy you are, Johnny...if you can't admit it to yourself, well frankly, I don't give a damn...I've wanted you since the day you came into my apartment and signed your lease...and every time I see you strutting that tight little butt of yours inside your tiny gym shorts, well, my dick gets harder than a steel pole."

I tried to move away from him but his arm around my shoulder held me firmly in place.

He leaned over and placed first his wine glass on the coffee table; then he took mine and did the same. He grasped my small hand and guided it to his crotch. I saw the bulge in his slacks. 

He pressed my hand directly on the bulge and manipulated my fingers until they were wrapped around his hardness. 

He moved my hand slowly back-and-forth over the entire length of his long, hard prick. I felt it throb in my hand; I couldn't believe how hot it was even thru the fabric of his slacks.

"Please don't do this, Danny-please don't," I softly whimpered.

"You are a sweet, sweet boy, Johnny-as a matter-of-fact I'm going to call you Sweetie, from now on..."

He began moving my hand faster over his prick. He suddenly let go of my hand, he probably thought I was enjoying it and would continue stroking him on my own. Instead, I leapt from the sofa and quickly made my way to the door.

"JOHNNY," he called out. 

When I turned to look at him I expected to see rage and anger...no, he was wearing a strange little smile on his face instead.

"Sweetie," he said. "When I've paid for your car I'll bring it here...you'll see it in the parking lot...I will keep the keys and drive you to-and-from work every day until you have paid me in full...the only thing you have to do is give me handjobs whenever I want one...it'll probably be only a couple times a day-maybe more-depends on my moods."

I couldn't believe my ears.

"Please, Danny, isn't there any other way? Couldn't I do work around the building, or clean the pool every day? Dammit, I'M NOT GAY!"

The smile on his face grew bigger and wider.

"Sweetie, I don't give a rats-ass whether you're gay or not-all I care about is watching your pretty face while those small, soft hands of yours wrap themselves around my cock and stroke me until I shoot my load."

I stood in stunned silence. Then I said something I thought I would never say.

"H-How long would this, uh, 'payment plan' go on for?"

He laughed out loud; I immediately blushed and felt foolish.

"Oh, let's say sixty-days...for two-months I'll allow you the pleasure of holding my cock in your hands and masturbating me until I cum."

I shook my head and scoffed. "Allow me the pleasure? There won't be any pleasure in it for me!"

He laughed again and pointed to my crotch.

"Sweetie, your tiny dick is still hard in your pants-I can see from here the big wet stain on the front of your slacks...yes, you will definitely get pleasure from playing with my cock."

I wasn't aware of how hard my prick had gotten, and it was still hard as I stood before him. Then I felt the wetness he'd described. The inside of my briefs were sticky with pre-cum, and to my shame, I saw the huge stain on the front of my cream-colored slacks.

I'd never felt such humiliation in my life.

"Sweetie, when you see your car in the parking lot you may return here," he said.

"I won't be coming back here until I have the money to pay you, I promise you that!" I said defiantly.

He laughed and said, "And when will that be? A year? Two years? No, I'm quite certain you will be here soon...now listen carefully: when I allow you to enter my apartment the next time, you will address me as 'Darling' and you will say: Please, Darling, please allow me to open your pants and take out your manly cock...please let me feel and stroke your cock...I want to make you cum with my hands, Darling...and after I climax and soak your hands with my semen and sperm, you will say: Thank you, Darling, for letting me play with your hard cock—thank you for cumming on my hands."

I was dumbfounded—he couldn't possibly be serious! My face was burning red. I turned to leave.

He called out: "Enjoy the bus rides, Sweetie-a boy like you will be very popular in that part of town!"

His laughter echoed in my head as I scurried from the room. I'd never felt such fury and rage in my life. 

*****

Danny Darling Ch. 02



I slammed the door of Danny's apartment then stopped cold and just stood there. My body was shaking and my hands trembled as I wiped the moisture from my eyes. 

Geez, I thought. Why do so many people assume that I'm gay? I don't act gay!

Even the few times I went to bars to try and pick-up girls, men would hit on me while the women ignored me. I was never rude to them - I would politely say "I'm not that kind of guy," and they'd leave me alone. 

What is it about me that makes people think I'm gay? It's very frustrating!

I heard the outside door open and the laughter of two girls as they entered the far-side of the building. My heart began racing: it was Jennifer with her roommate, Katy. I suddenly forgot all about my encounter with Danny.

Luckily, my erection had subsided, but I was all too aware of the semen stain on the front of my slacks. I walked toward them with one arm dangling in front of me hoping my hand would cover the problem.

When Jennifer saw me she waved and called out "Hi John" and flashed that big, beautiful smile of hers. Without thinking, I waved back using the hand that was hiding my problem. I quickly lowered my arm; I didn't think she saw anything.

When we were face-to-face she asked "Why are your eyes red?"

"Oh, uh, something got in my eye-I guess I rubbed them too hard."

"Want me to take a look?" she asked.

"No, uh, thank you - I think it's gone now."

We were standing beside their apartment door and Katy excused herself and went inside.

We made small talk for a few minutes then she said: "I really enjoyed our lunch the other day - and all of our conversations at the pool."

HOLY CRAP! Was she hitting on me?

I blushed and stammered: "Yes, uh, I, uh...I've had fun, too!"

"You know, it's not too late if you want to hang-out for awhile," she said in her soft, sexy voice. 

"I dunno, I have to get-up awfully early in the morning..." I said without thinking. I chastised myself the moment I said it.

"I've got a bottle of wine here if you want to go inside and 'talk'...don't make me drink it by myself, John, okay?" she winked as she motioned to my door, across the hallway from hers.

The way she emphasized the word 'talk' left little doubt in my mind of her true intentions. She smiled when she saw the look of surprise on my face.

I hadn't noticed she was carrying a bag. I tried to stay calm. "Y-Yes-that would be great! I mean, yeah...it'd be fun."

I fumbled for my key and opened the door. 

"Welcome to my humble bachelor pad," I said as we went inside.

I kept thinking of the stain on my slacks and did the best I could to keep my back to her. 

"Uh, make yourself at home-I want to change clothes," I announced.

"You look fine, John - you don't have to do that for me," she said.

"Well...I spilled something on my slacks at dinner-I'll be right back," I said and hurried to my bedroom.

I practically tore-off my pants and briefs. I used the backside of the briefs to wipe the sticky pre-cum from my crotch and penis.

She called out: "Do you have a wine key? I'll open the bottle while you change."

"It's in the drawer by the spice rack," I shouted.

I found clean briefs and a pair of beige shorts and quickly dressed. I looked in the mirror and combed my hair and almost ran to the living room to be with her.

I saw a glass of red wine on the coffee table; she was walking around the room examining the very few possessions I had. She held her glass in one of her dainty hands.

"You know," she said. "I don't think I've ever seen a guy's apartment this clean...I mean, it's spotless!"

"Thank you," I said. "Uh, I guess my mother taught me well."

I sat on the sofa and drank some wine to try and settle my nerves. When she finished looking around, she sat beside me, very close.

"Where did you have dinner?" she asked.

"At, uh, Danny's place," I replied.

She scrunched her pretty face and shrieked, "Oooo - yuck! Why would you eat with him?"

"He, ah, he did me a favor," I said, and I explained what happened to my car.

"He's a very strange man...you know he's queer, don't you? Rumor has it he was butt-fucking the little fairy who used to live in 3-C."

"No - no, I didn't know that," I stammered. "He's treated me okay."

She took my wine glass from me and placed hers and mine on the coffee table. My heart was pounding so hard I wondered if she could hear it.

Her hand began stroking my hair. I turned to face her; she leaned-in and our lips came together in one long, sweet kiss. My head began to spin and I closed my eyes. 

Her lips were softer than either Tracey's or Amy's. When I felt her tongue dart in-and-out of my mouth I groaned and used my tongue the same way. We came together in a hotly-passionate embrace. Her breasts crushed against my chest.

When we broke for air, she smiled and asked: "What did you spill on your slacks?"

"Huh? Oh, uh, we had spaghetti-I spilled some sauce on myself," I quickly lied.

"Johnny," she said sweetly, "...that wasn't spaghetti sauce I saw on the front of your pants..."

My face turned beet-red; I didn't know what to say.

She smiled and pulled me close and we kissed. Suddenly her hand found my leg. She lightly stroked my thigh beneath the pant-leg of the shorts. 

The heat and passion from her kisses and her hand lightly stroking the bare flesh of my thigh should have been driving me crazy with lust but something was terribly wrong! 

I was fully aware my prick was not cooperating; the darn thing should have been hard as a rock, but, no, it just lay limp and listless inside my briefs. 

I wondered if she noticed.

She brought her lips to my ear; her hot breath caused the hairs on my neck to stand straight, but my dick didn't even twitch.

She whispered in my ear: "Johnny, you're not queer too, are you? That would be horribly tragic if such a cute and funny and nice boy like you was a fag..."

There it was again! My manhood being questioned yet again!

My blood boiled over. How dare she challenge my masculinity! I decided not to say a word. I was going to prove to this bitch that I was all-man-not some sort of pansy-ass sissy-boy!

I became the aggressor. I roughly pulled her to me and kissed her hard. My hand found the bodice of her dress and squeezed and kneaded her breasts. I nipped at her earlobe and kissed and licked the softly-delicate, flesh of her neck.

"Oooooo, Johnnyyyyyy..." she half giggled-half moaned.

I deftly unbuttoned her dress and when I saw her sexy black lace bra my hands cupped her breasts. My prick began rising. The feel of her breasts encased in the flimsy, lacey material drove me wild with desire.

I heard her sigh; it sounded like a sigh of exasperation, or disappointment, but I paid no notice; I kissed her harder.

"Ooooo, baby," she said breathlessly. "You like my bra? I'm wearing matching panties, too."

Suddenly my prick burst into full-erection. She laughed in my ear. Her hand brushed lightly over the straining bulge in my shorts. I wanted her to take my cock in her hand and squeeze it hard, but instead, she teased me with the open palm of her hand.

I massaged the soft flesh of her thighs. She wasn't wearing pantyhose and that inflamed my passion all the more. My hand boldly searched higher-and-higher until it found her lace panties. 

My prick began throbbing. She still wouldn't stroke it or touch it directly with her hand. I wanted desperately for her to open my shorts and take it in her hand.

I positioned her so I could feel the round globes of her panty-encased buttocks squirming in my hands. 

I was close to cumming-dangerously close. The last thing I wanted was to humiliate myself by cumming in my pants. I would just die of humiliation.

When I tried to slow down and pull away she'd have none of it. She shifted so my hands were trapped beneath her; I couldn't help myself and continued massaging her buttocks, reveling in the delicious feel of her sexy panties. 

Suddenly, she yanked the hem of her dress above her waist and whispered in my ear.

"Look at my panties, baby...I know you love my sexy panties...look at them, sweetie-look at my panties!"

I was powerless and scared out of my mind that she knew my private shame, but I was too far gone to control myself.

She bit my earlobe, hard, it hurt, I yelped in pain.

"Look at my panties and tell me you love them! I'll let you cum when you say it, baby...rub my panties - look at my panties - tell me how much you love my panties...do it for me, Johnny-say it for me, baby...SAY IT!"

I've always felt a strange compulsion to do what people tell me to do so I opened my eyes and stared down at her black lace panties while my hands kneaded the cheeks of her ass. 

Her hand suddenly took hold of my throbbing prick and squeezed it hard. I was completely at her mercy; there was no way out of this now. 

"SAY IT!!"

My balls exploded with such ferocity I was afraid my bucking and violent shaking would throw her onto the coffee table.

"Ooooooo-OHHHH-YESSSSS-YES-YES-I LOVE YOUR PANTIES-I LOVE YOUR PANTIES...YES-YES-YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS..."

I shook and spasmed and cried-out as my climax reached a thrilling crescendo then gradually subsided. I almost passed-out from the intense pleasure she gave me.

I lay with eyes closed, gulping air. The load of cum in my briefs quickly turned cold and I glanced down and saw the front of my shorts completely saturated in sperm and semen.

Jennifer presented her hand to my mouth-it was slick and shiny, covered with my cum. 

"Lick my hand clean, pantyboy or I'll tell the whole building what a perverted little freak you are!"

Tears filled my eyes. This was bad-very, very bad! 

I'd moved a-thousand-miles from home to begin a new life, to become a different person, but it had all been for nothing! I was still the same weak-willed, worthless piece of excrement I'd been my whole life!

Tears rolled down my cheeks as I obediently licked my juices from her hand. It wasn't the first time I'd tasted my own semen.

Jennifer abruptly stood, raised the hem of her dress and hooked her thumbs into the lace waistband of her panties and pushed them to the floor.

The very first thought to enter my mind was: Oh wow, that's wonderful-she's going to give me her panties!

"Sit on the floor with your back against the sofa," she suddenly ordered.

When I didn't respond she shouted: "DO IT NOW, PANTYBOY!"

I did as I was told. She stood over me, one leg on each side of my trembling body.

"Lean further back...lay your shoulders on the cushion," she instructed as her hands positioned me the way she wanted. She tilted my head until it, too, rested on the cushion.

I closed my eyes when I saw the wet and tangled forest of hair between her spread thighs lower itself onto my face. Her crotch was soaked with her arousal. There was a faint aroma of sardines.

She slowly moved her pussy over my face until my flesh was glistening with her excitement. I instinctively took a deep breath just before she pressed the open lips of her sex to my mouth. 

I knew from experience what she wanted and what I needed to do. I licked at the slick lips pressing against my mouth. I caressed her pussy with my lips and tongue.

Her deep, throaty-laugh surprised me. She sounded like a different person; like some sort of she-devil.

"I should have known you'd be good at eating cunt-I'm sure that tiny dick of yours has never satisfied a woman..."

One more insult from a pretty woman-one more dagger to my heart.

I gulped for air whenever I could. Amy had used my face the same way many times. The first few times I almost suffocated. I had to teach myself when, and how to breathe out of self-preservation. 

Jennifer groaned above me and ground her pussy harder to my mouth. The only good thing about this was she was aroused from the beginning. At least I didn't have to start from scratch and get her wet first. 

I searched-out her clit with my lips and tongue and used all my acquired skill to make her cum as quickly as possible.

"OHHH-GODDDDDD..." she cried-out, and pressed her cunt ever tighter to my face.

I could tell from her gyrations that she was close. I trapped her engorged clit between my lips, gave it the slightest nip with my teeth then lapped at it furiously with my tongue.

"OOHHHHHHHHHH-JOHNNY-YES...OH GOD-OH GOD-OH GOD-YES-YES-YES-YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS..."

I had to be careful not to drown in her cunt-juice. I swallowed what was necessary, almost choking on the taste and acidity. 

When her hips came to rest, and she eased her thighs and pussy from my face, I clearly heard her gasping for air.

I congratulated myself. I enjoy giving people pleasure...other than that-it didn't do a thing for me.

"Oooooo, pantyboy," she said still breathing hard as she stood beside me. 

Her dress had fallen into place and I was grateful I no longer had to look at the jungle between her thighs.

"Johnny, you be a good boy and your secret will be safe with me..."

What did she mean by that? I wondered.

She stooped to retrieve her panties off the floor, and held them before me in her open hand. For a brief moment I thought she was going to give them to me; my prick twitched inside my briefs.

She noticed and laughed. She pressed the soft, delicate, flimsy material on my wet face and slowly teased me with her panties. 

To my dismay, before her very eyes, my prick expanded to its full-length and puffed-out the front of my pants. 

She snickered and said: "What a goddamn-fucking shame...I really thought you were boyfriend material...what a waste of such a beautiful boy..."

My heart sank when she clutched the panties in her hand and walked towards the door.

With her hand on the doorknob, she turned and said derisively, "WOW - it just dawned on me you have the perfect job-stockboy in the women's lingerie department?!" 

She burst out in laughter then said: "I hope you control yourself better at work than you did with me tonight!"

Then she added with an evil grin: "Hey pantyboy-I'm going to use your mouth whenever I want until I can find a real man...when I say 'lick'-you're going to drop to your knees-or else!"

My mind was numb. I moved about thinking and feeling nothing. I was good at instantly forgetting unpleasant situations.

I washed and dried the wine glasses before going to bed. I couldn't leave a messy apartment and sleep comfortably.

My prick was still semi-hard and from time-to-time I gave it a squeeze. My mind was whirling and I knew sleep would elude me until I did what needed to be done.

In the bedroom, I stripped naked, wiped myself clean of my earlier orgasm, and went to the chest of drawers. I opened the bottom drawer and fished underneath sweatpants and tee shirts until I found them.

I held and examined them in the dim light. My penis stood straight out from my body. I selected the black one and replaced the others in my hiding place.

I stepped into them and slowly pulled them up my legs. I wriggled my hips as I pulled them up until they clung to my waist. 

I gasped as the incredible sensations began to overwhelm me. My hand instinctively reached down and caressed my prick thru the smooth and sleek nylon fabric. 

I hurriedly went to bed, threw back the covers, and lay down on my belly. Before I started, I reached inside the frilly waistband and made sure my foreskin was covering the glans. 

I lay my head sideways on the pillow, and with arms at my side, began to slowly press my erection against the mattress. 

"Oooo, yes," I sighed as the sheer material slid sensuously over my cock-flesh.

My mind ran thru old fantasies of women that had worked so well for me in the past.

I clearly pictured breasts and pussies and perfectly-shaped buttocks of pretty, desirable girls and women but felt no charge of excitement. 

I envisioned them on their backs with legs spread wide; and on top of me, furiously sliding up-and-down my mighty cock; and on all fours, shrieking and screaming in ecstacy as I pumped my long, thick cock in-and-out of their tightly clinging pussies.

Nothing was working; I was in danger of losing my hard-on. Suddenly, Jennifer popped into my imagination.

I pictured Amy and Jennifer on their knees, taking turns licking and sucking my cock; I had my cock in Amy's mouth while I made Jennifer suck my massive balls. 

When I demanded, Amy moved under me and pushed her tongue inside my asshole, she tongue-fucked my asshole while Jennifer gagged and choked as she valiantly tried to suck my huge cock.

My erection was fading-even the panties weren't helping to keep me hard.

Frantic, I dreamed of the nameless, faceless man who took me home from the park that night over a year ago.

How he gently stripped me, lubed my hole and placed me on my hands and knees on the edge of the bed. 

My penis roared back to life. I ground it into the mattress and groaned "Yessss."

His cock was short and fat and he had difficulty pushing the glans past my anus. When he succeeded in getting a half-inch inside me I begged him to stop; I told him I couldn't take it all inside me.

Lucky for me he was kind enough to accede to my wishes although he whined and complained I was a cock-tease.

I said "No - no, I'm not!"

We moved to his sofa where he draped a towel over his hard-on and asked me to use my hands.

I readily, and eagerly, complied. My small hand barely fit around his girth. I began stroking his cock.

"Ooooo, yesss..." I moaned into the pillow and moved my hips faster and harder against the mattress.

Amazingly, his short, fat cock suddenly changed to long and slender. My hand easily gripped his shaft. 

Suddenly, the towel was gone, and I was holding his long, hard cock in my bare hand. The heat from his cock rushed from my hand, up my arm and spread thru-out my body.

My prick began to throb and pulsate. I was delirious with pleasure - the feel of the panties were driving me insane with lust. I knew this would be one of my best orgasms ever.

I stared at his beautiful cock. I saw his large scrotum and couldn't resist taking it in my other hand. His balls were egg-shaped; large and heavy. I couldn't believe how heavy they felt in my hand.

I saw the pre-cum leaking from his slit. I fought the urge to lower my head and lick his cockhead clean.

I suddenly felt his hand gently lift my chin and I found myself staring at his face. 

Oh my God-it was Danny!

He pulled my head to his and I tasted the kisses of another man for the first time. His lips were soft and yielding. Our tongues met and my nipples became so hard they ached.

"Sweetie, tell me you love my cock in your hand," he said softly.

I didn't want to say it; my up-bringing and inhibitions forbade me to say it. I resisted and tried to kiss him again but he held my head with both hands and stared into my eyes. I felt his deep, brown eyes burrowing past my defenses and touch my very soul.

I humped harder and faster; the springs of my mattress loudly squeaked and complained; my panties were saturated in pre-cum.

"Do you love my cock, Sweetie?"

I was powerless over my desire for him. I said something I could only think, but never say in real life.

"Yes, oh yes, Darling, I love your cock...it's magnificent - I love it in my hand...yes, Darling, I love your cock!"

He gently touched a fingertip to my lips and said, "Well then..."

The manly aroma emanating from his crotch overwhelmed me. I knew what he wanted from me. An all-consuming hunger and desire completely took hold of my mind and senses.

I stared at his cockhead as I stroked his shaft faster and harder. I gently rolled and massaged his balls. His cock was beckoning me; taunting me to make a commitment. 

I stared at the viscous fluid oozing from his slit as I lowered my head...




Danny Darling Ch. 02



I buried my face in the pillow and bellowed and screamed.

"OH-GOD - OH-GOD - OH-GOD..."

Cum rushed out of my balls and thru my throbbing prick and splashed against my panties. My body was out-of-control. I violently shook and bucked and pressed my pelvis hard to the mattress. 

The sensation of cum shooting against my foreskin and glans was electrifying. I flailed about the bed like a fish out of water. 

I couldn't help myself-I shouted into the pillow "I LOVE YOU, DARLING-I LOVE YOU, DENNY DARLING!!"

When my body finally came to rest I took deep gulps of air and felt my eyelids flutter open and closed.

I experienced a calmness, and serenity I'd never known before.

I was acutely aware of my panties and bedsheet swimming in cum, but I didn't care. For the first time in a long, long while, I fell asleep with a smile on my face.



Danny Darling Ch. 03



The alarm clock startled me from a deep slumber, and for a brief moment, I was in the clutches of unmitigated fear and panic. 

OH NO, my mind screamed. I HAVE TO GET OUT OF THESE PANTIES BEFORE MY MOTHER OR SISTERS CATCH ME!

When I reached over and pushed the button to stop the noisy clock, I was conscious enough to I realize I no longer lived at home. I flopped back down on my belly and waited until I caught my breath.

The front of my panties were crusty with dried semen, but they still felt wonderful against my erection. I ground my penis into the mattress and began my morning ritual.

There simply is no better way to start the day than with a rousing orgasm. 

As I slowly moved my penis back-and-forth on the mattress, and the exciting sensations started to grow, I realized something wasn't right; my head snapped to the side and I glared at the clock.

HOLY CRAP---IT'S SEVEN-O'CLOCK! 

I'd meant to set the alarm for six.

Normally, I woke-up at seven when I drove to work. There was plenty of time to masturbate then get ready for work. Not now though, I had to catch the seven-twenty-two bus.

I rolled out of bed and hooked my thumbs in the waistband of the panties; they were stuck to my crotch, and it took some effort to peel them away from my skin. I pushed them down, stepped out of them, then opened the bottom drawer of the bureau, and placed them with the other pairs under my sweatpants and tee shirts.

I almost ran to the bathroom. I pissed then jumped into the tub and took a very fast shower.

I pulled on my 'Dullard's' logo work shirt, and one of the three pairs of black pants that I owned; my hair was still damp as I hurried down the street to the bus stop. I made it with ten-seconds to spare. I climbed aboard, paid the fare, and found a seat close to the driver.

Oh darn, I thought. I'd forgotten to pull the bedcovers over the sheet. There was a huge, white splotch of dried you-know-what that sharply contrasted with the royal blue of the sheet.

Relax, John, no one is going to see it, I reassured myself. It's not like I have to hide it from mom.

I was pleasantly surprised by the bus ride. It made too many stops, and it filled to standing-room-only, but all the people seemed normal. 

At one point, an older fat lady plopped down on the seat next to me, and I was scrunched against the side of the bus, but it didn't matter.

That's when I noticed the smell. It was coming from my crotch and it was as familiar as the aroma of bacon or coffee in the morning.

Because I hadn't had enough time, I'd done a haphazard job of cleaning myself. Now, some people say dried semen has no smell, but I know from years of experience they are wrong. 

The aroma has been described as 'ammonia-like', but to me, and maybe my olfactory senses aren't what they should be, it has the distinct smell of musky, seafood. 

And now it was drifting upwards from my crotch and invading my nostrils. Maybe I shouldn't admit this, but I like the smell. 

I only hoped the lady next to me didn't notice, but to my horror, she did.

At some point, she turned to me and said, in her best motherly-advice tone of voice, "Boy, you need to consider some serious hygiene improvements in the morning."

My face turned beet-red. I said, "Yes, Maam."

I stared out the window the rest of the time she sat beside me.

The ride was long, but uneventful. 

When we arrived at Dullard's, I thought, Danny, this is nothing—your fear-mongering won't work---I can ride the bus for as long as it takes until you change that stupid 'payment plan.'

Jennifer had been partially correct. I did work in the lingerie department, but only half the day. My other department was Beauty & Fragrances. 

'Perfume and Panties' is how I smilingly thought of my job. 

After I clocked-in, I would go see my boss, Mrs. Nelson, in the Lingerie & Sleepwear Department. She was in-charge of both departments, and would tell me where to begin each day. 

She would say: "The sale on Cotillions starts today, make sure we're fully stocked," or, "A shipment of Calvin Klein's is sitting in receiving," or, "We're running low on Elizabeth Arden" and so on....

I'd usually have to work Beauty first. The cases were too heavy for most of the sales ladies, and we sold more perfume and cosmetics than lingerie. I was fast and efficient, mainly so I could finish-up in Beauty as quickly as I could. 

I didn't much care for most of the Beauty sales ladies. They were usually cold and demanding, called me "Hon," and they wore way too much make-up. I often coughed and gagged on the perfume they seemed to bathe in.

The Lingerie women were much nicer. They were older, more respectful, and generally seemed pleased to see me. 

Of course, I preferred the Lingerie Department for obvious reasons.

We sold every type of lingerie imaginable, but my favorites were the panties and sexy sleepwear; namely the babydolls and chemises. I also loved to touch the sexy, flimsy lace bras, but thought it would be just plain silly and weird for me to wear brassieres.

I'll never forget my first day on the job: I opened a box labeled 'Hanky Panky' and inside I found the sexiest panties I'd ever seen. I did my best to control myself, but when I held them in my hands, the sheer, smooth softness overwhelmed me. I sprang a boner and it throbbed and twitched inside my briefs.

I guess I'd gone into a trance or something, standing there staring at the panties and running my fingers all over them. Suddenly, I heard Mrs. Nelson cough. I looked up and saw her staring at me over the top of her reading glasses. 

My face turned bright red, and moisture filled my eyes. I was sooo embarrassed!

"Oh jeez—I'm sorry---I didn't mean anything---I don't know what happened to me---I'm sorry...." I profusely apologized.

Her voice was even; no sign of anger or scorn.

"Sweetie," she said softly, "don't be embarrassed...a lot of men love the feel of women's lingerie...it appears you have a panty-fetish---it's nothing to be ashamed of...BUT, if you want to keep this job, you need to work on your self-control...alright?"

"Y-Y-Yes, Mrs. Nelson---I swear it won't happen again!"

Then she added: "One more thing, dear..."

And horror-of-all-horrors, I saw her staring at my crotch.

"A boy like you shouldn't wear light-colored slacks to work...stay with basic black," she said with a slight smile then left me alone.

I looked down and saw the tiny bulge in my slacks, but far worse, a sizable pre-cum stain.

That evening on my drive home, I stopped and bought two more pairs of black pants.

The workday was coming to an end. I had one last package to open and stock the contents on a backroom shelf.

A feeling of excitement washed over me when I read 'Cabernet - Panties.' They too are some of my favorites.

I tore open the package and found the sleekest, sexiest panties I'd ever laid eyes on; they were diaphanous and pink. My prick instantly became erect. If it wasn't for the security cameras, I would have massaged my erection right then-and-there.

I couldn't just place them on the shelf, no, Mrs. Nelson had taught me how to neatly fold panties before I placed them on the shelf.

My hands trembled as one-by-one I folded the sexy pink panties. The soft and sensuous material caused my prick to jump and lurch in my briefs. I prayed to God I would finish before my balls exploded and I flooded my pants.

Just as I folded the last pair, and reached to place them on top of the others, my fingers manipulated the sheer fabric until it was a tiny ball in my hand. I closed my fist, moved away from the shelf and walked to an area I knew to be out of the range of cameras. I casually put my hand in my pocket, went about cleaning-up my work area, then strolled to the time clock and punched-out.

I slowly walked by George the Security Guard as he examined employee purses and packages. I smiled and he waved me thru the line. I was soon outside in the hot and humid Florida summer heat.

As I stood at the bus stop, I felt the familiar pangs of remorse and regret for taking the panties. 

I'm not a bad person---I need these, I told myself. Sure, I already have pink panties, but they're not see-thru---I need these for my 'collection,' and honestly, it's not like I could buy them, everyone would know my secret, if I did that! 

The bus arrived and I climbed onboard for the long ride home.

Two things struck me right away when I boarded the bus: it was already standing-room-only, and, the evening passengers looked different than the morning passengers.

I held onto a pole near the driver and resigned myself I'd have to stand for much of the hour-and-a-half ride.

"HEY KID," the driver shouted at me. "YOU SPECIAL OR SOMETHING? MOVE TO THE BACK!"

It was embarrassing---all the other passengers looked at me as I carefully made my way as far back as I could go.

It was a whole different world in the back of the bus. The people seemed sullen and angry; no one smiled or talked or even made eye contact; some of them appeared to be downright dangerous. It felt like I was standing in the middle of a freak show.

I clutched a pole with both hands and hung-on for dear life as the bus lurched forward for a block then would suddenly stop. More and more people climbed aboard, but no one seemed to get off. We were soon packed-in like sardines in a tin can.

Then I became aware of all the smells. Everyone seemed to have their own particular brand of body odor and none of it was pleasant. And worse, my own smell began drifting upwards and I was horrified others would notice it, too.

During the course of my typical workday, I would have numerous erections from handling the merchandise, and my briefs would absorb many dribbles of pre-cum. I could now smell an even stronger aroma from my crotch than this morning.

I looked down to see an older man sitting on the seat before me wrinkle his nose and glance at the front of my slacks; a strange grin spreading across his face. He looked up at me and winked. He had two teeth missing and his skin resembled old dry shoe leather. I quickly turned around and faced the other direction.

More people boarded the bus at the next stop; bodies were now pressing together. People were excusing themselves for stepping on feet, or elbowing the person next to them. 

It seemed we were no longer human, just animals packed together in a small container on our way to the slaughterhouse. It was very demoralizing.

Someone began copping feels on my body. I couldn't turn enough to see who it was, and I couldn't move out of the way. The hand grasped one of my buttocks and gave it a squeeze. Finding I was a captive prisoner unable to move, the perpetrator became emboldened and cupped my genitals. 

The motions of the bus didn't help matters. I would fall against the intruding hand when the bus careened forward, then lurch into it when the bus came to a halting stop.

At the next stop someone got off the bus enabling me to move away from the hand. I casually glanced around trying to determine the guilty party but saw nothing incriminating.

Three guys boarded the bus, loud and obnoxious; they made their way back to where I was standing. They stood beside me. They looked dangerous and the one who appeared to be the leader, who had a nasty scar on his cheek looked me up and down. 

He smiled and said, Hey, "Chica---want to have a party with me and my boys?" 

I blushed, shook my head and mumbled, "No, uh, thanks!"

I tried to look as casual as I could by holding the pole with one hand while my other hand was in my pocket. Suddenly, the bus made a jolting stop and I instinctively jerked the hand from my pocket and grabbed the pole with both hands to keep from falling.

"You dropped something," said Scarface. He had a huge grin on his thin lips.

I looked down to see my newly acquired pink panties lying beside my shoe. I stooped over and retrieved them and shoved them back in my pocket. My face was burning-red.

I mumbled, "Thanks---they're, uh, a present for my girlfriend."

He winked and said, "Uh-huh, sure."

He never stopped looking at me the whole time he was on the bus. Twenty-minutes later, when the bus stopped on a block in what was probably the roughest section of town, just before he and his friends left, he said to me with deadly seriousness, "Chica, maybe I should have you model your little panties for me and my friends." He opened his jacket and showed me a gun.

My heart caught in my throat; deafening alarm bells went off in my head. Suddenly, he broke out in laughter and he and his friends left the bus. I was trembling with fear for the remainder of the trip.

The evening itself was thankfully uneventful. My car was not in the parking lot, which meant it wasn't fixed yet, and I didn't see Danny or Jennifer at all.

After dinner, I went to the bedroom and fired-up my laptop. I tried to read my favorite news and opinion sites but I was restless and couldn't concentrate. I got up from the desk and stripped.

I had laid my new panties on the bed so I took them in hand and marveled at their soft and sensuous feel. I couldn't wait any longer: I grasped the frilly lace waistband, and stooped-over and stepped into them. I unconsciously wiggled my hips like a girl when I pulled them into place.

"Mmmmmmm...." I groaned when the tight material encased my genitals. My penis became hard in a matter of seconds.

I sat back down at my computer desk and opened the file 'Insurance Quotes.' All of my favorite porn sites began listing on the screen. There must have been forty of them but I didn't see what I wanted.

I typed in 'peniscocksandpricks.com' and up popped my newest favorite site. I added it to my favorites under the name 'PCP'...it was the first gay website I added to my list.

I began stroking my panty-covered erection with my right hand while my left hand navigated the mouse.

The memory of Danny's cock was still fresh in my head. He had held my hand on it, and moved it back-and-forth. I searched the photos for a long and slender hard-on.

Oh, there it is, I thought to myself when I saw a young man sitting next to an older guy, holding the older guy's stiff cock. 

And for only the second or third time in my life, I fantasized about a hard penis: that it was me holding that cock—that it was my hand moving up-and-down the long, slender erection.

My right-hand moved faster-and-faster; rubbing the sheer fabric of the pink, diaphanous panties over my throbbing flesh. I was getting close.

I suddenly stood and went to the bed and threw myself down on my stomach. My fingers made sure my foreskin covered the glans then I ground my pelvis into the mattress. I closed my eyes and furiously fucked the mattress. 

In my mind's eye, I was sitting next to Danny on his couch; my fingers wrapped around his warm cock; stroking his hardened flesh. My hand moving faster-and-faster as he groaned, "Yes—yes—yes!" His voice---his excitement sending powerful jolts of pleasure shooting thru-out my body. 

It started as a sweet, but thrilling sensation in my balls. I pressed my dick harder against the panties, suddenly, it began, my back arched-off the bed, I buried my face in the pillow and screamed and then, the hot sperm and semen exploded from my balls and shot thru my pulsating prick.

I thrashed wildly about the bed, careful to keep my dick pressed hard against the mattress for the ultimate effect. 

My head rolled from side-to-side but my cries of joy were muffled by the pillow; I was always mindful about not making too much noise, I'm sure it was from growing-up in a small house with my mom and two sisters.

Afterwards, I lay gasping for air, feeling the puddle of goo in my crotch quickly grow cold. 

"Ohhh..." I groaned out loud. "...that was a good one!"

I was very pleased with my new panties...they were going to give me many enjoyable nights! 

When I caught my breath, I briefly thought about doing laundry; washing my sheets and crusty panties.

"Nah," I told myself, "...tomorrow's another day."

It was still fairly early, but it had been a stressful and long day and I was tired. 

I made sure the alarm clock was set for the right time. I never wiped my prick dry; the fragrant aroma from my sheets filled my nostrils as I fell asleep lying in a pool of cold cum.

The bus ride the next morning seemed longer than the day before. My senses were on alert. When the bus stopped where Scarface and his two thugs had gotten-off, I searched the area, but they were nowhere to be seen. 

Of course not, I told myself, guys like them roamed the streets at night---they were probably just going to bed at this hour.

The workday flew-by until I opened a box of Shirley of Hollywood babydoll nighties.

Oh my God, I gasped as my hands swam in the luxuriously sexy fabric. 

I began to tremble as I neatly folded them one-by-one. My prick was already throbbing in my briefs when I came upon a pink, see-thru nightie.

Oh my God---this would go great with my new panties! I told myself.

However, this time, my conscience got the better of me; my common sense, anyway.

After balling it up and seeing that it would create a noticeable bulge in my pocket, I figured the only way to get it out of the store would be to put it on under my clothes and wear it past security. I considered it, but thought it would be too risky.

I thought: I'll just go online and buy it and have it delivered thru the mail, like I'd done with several pairs of panties.

Crammed into the bus again; barely able to breathe...the stench of human failure all around me.

A sudden and jolting stop by the bus and a hand squeezed my butt then, tried to yank my wallet out of my back pocket. I twisted and turned and swatted the hand away. Once again, I couldn't tell who the perpetrator was.

At every stop, I stared to see who was getting onto the bus, and then I saw them.

OH MY GOD---HERE COMES SCARFACE AND HIS THUGS!!!

Scarface wore that evil grin again. He and his friends pushed their way thru the crowded bus until we were face-to-face. The people were afraid of him---they moved out of his way to let him by.

"Chica," he grinned thru crooked teeth, "...a pleasure to see you again...us meeting like this must be fate!"

The crush of people mashed me into his chest. I held tightly to a pole, he held my hips in his hands to steady himself. 

"A boy like you shouldn't be on this bus without protection," he said, smiled, then, added, "...I'll protect you---perhaps we can think of a way you can repay me!"

He stood with legs wide-apart, and rocked forward and back with the motions of the bus. He held me firmly to keep his balance.

Then a strange hand on my butt again. I whipped my head around and screamed, "STOP IT!"

Scarface leaned over me, pulling me closer to him. So close, I felt his erection pressing on my belly.

He said something to someone behind me. I could hear an old man repeatedly saying "Sorry---sorry---sorry", his pleading voice in obvious panic-mode. 

It must be the old man with the missing teeth who winked at me yesterday, I concluded.

Scarface began rubbing my buttocks with his large hands; he cupped them and pulled me tight against him. I couldn't move away. He kneaded my buttocks and rubbed his erection on my stomach.

He whispered in my ear: "I want you to follow us when we get off...there's an alley by the bus stop...you can thank us with that pretty mouth of yours...."

The hair on my neck stood straight; a rush of fear raced thru my body. He ground his hard cock on my belly, I couldn't for the life of me move away from him.

I remembered the day before and how long Scarface rode the bus with me. In the meantime, he held me close and continually pressed his cock against me; smiling down into my petrified face.




Danny Darling Ch. 03



One of his 'boys' whispered in his ear. Scarface smiled and stared into my face, contented to rub his cock on my belly...making sure I could feel every inch of it.

Finally, he leaned in and kissed my forehead.

"Puta, Rico has a better plan...we're going to take you home with us...after I bust your cherry I'll turn you over to Rico and Jose...they'll teach you how to suck cock before the rest of the guys get to the house...we're gonna make you our little white bitch---we'll even get you little panties to wear around the house...think of how much fun you'll have---you won't have to work anymore...the only thing you'll have to do is suck and fuck me and my boy's---won't that be fun, Chica?"

I saw 'Rico' pull the cord to get off at the next stop. My mind shrieked with panic---THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING---WHAT AM I GOING TO DO?

I figured when he let go of my hips I could break away and try and go thru the people to the front of the bus.

The bus stopped, and as soon as he released my hips, one of his strong hands gripped my wrist and he pulled me along with him and his friends. 

OH MY GOD—NO—NO---NO....I tried to fight him, pull away, but he was too strong.

Suddenly, a fat lady barged her way between us, Scarface was forced to release my wrist as she pushed him out the side door of the bus.

I was left standing there staring out the window. The door of the bus closed just as Scarface tried to climb back on the bus to grab me and force me home with them.

As the bus pulled away, I saw a slight smile on his face as he mouthed the words, "Tomorrow, Chica---tomorrow!"

I was still shaking when I got home. My car was not in the parking lot. I poured myself a large glass of wine and sat on the sofa wondering what I should do. How could I get to work without having to take the bus? Maybe I'd have to call-in sick for a few days.

Then I thought of Danny, and his 'payment plan' for him paying to get my car fixed.

Would it really be so bad to give him handjobs for two months? It's not like I'd have to, pewwwh, suck it or anything. 

The more wine I drank the better I liked the idea. What would be so bad about jerking him off? I'm not queer, what difference would it make to me? It's only sex....

By the time I finished a second glass, I had summoned the courage to go to his apartment. When I stood, I felt my erection press hard against the front of the jeans I always wore at home. There was a small stain of pre-cum showing thru the fabric. I untucked my black tee shirt and, to my relief, it covered the problem.

Just my luck: I opened my front door the same time Jenifer across the hall opened hers.

"Hi, cutie," she said. "Were you coming over to play with my panties?"

My face turned beet-red, I averted my eyes from hers.

"Uh, no, I need to see Danny about something," I stammered.

"Oh, too bad," she said sarcastically, then, with mock indignation told her roommate standing next to her, "...c'mon, Katy, pantyboy would rather spend time with our queer landlord than with us!"

Her words stung me bad. I still had a huge crush on her. She was the prettiest girl who'd ever shown interest in me but my fetish had ruined everything.

I stood before Danny's apartment, took a deep gulp of air then, knocked on the door.

When the door swung open, I was struck that he didn't seem as homely as before.

"Danny," I said sheepishly.

He slammed the door in my face. I stood dumbfounded for a few seconds until I remembered what he had told me the last time we were together. 

I can't say the words he wants me to say...can I?

My body began to tremble; I was enveloped in fear. All I could think of was Scarface and his thugs turning me into their bitch.

I knocked again. He didn't open the door. I knocked one more time. No response.

"D-Darling..." I said in a small, quivering voice. "Please open the door...."

No response.

I looked up-and-down the hallway and saw no one.

My voice grew louder with my desperation.

"Darling, please let me in..." I searched the hallway again and I was still alone. "Darling, please---I want to open your slacks, take out your penis and make it hard with my hands...please, Darling, I want to stroke your hard cock and give you pleasure...I want to make you cum, Darling---please let me play with your cock and make you cum, Darling---pleeezzzzz...."

I'd never felt such relief when he finally opened the door for me.

"What is it you want, boy?" he asked with a blank expression on his face.

He stopped me the moment I began talking.

"Always look into my eyes when you speak to me," he said.

I looked him in the eyes and answered, "Y-Yes, Darling."

"Now, what is it you want, boy?"

A lump formed in my throat as I stared into his steely-hard, blue eyes. I wasn't sure I could say it with him looking at me like that. In the back of my head I heard Scarface's evil laugh. 

"I, uh...oh God...please Darling, I want to open your slacks and take out your cock---I want to give you pleasure---I want to make it hard and stroke it until you cum---I want to feel your hard cock in my hands, please, Darling!"

"What about my balls?" he asked teasingly.

My head almost exploded. OH MY GOD---WHAT DOES HE WANT FROM ME?

My eyes filled with dewy moisture, but I held his hard gaze. Okay, if this is what he wants, I'll play along.

"Yes, uh, please Darling, I want to rub your balls for you...yes, I want to stroke your hard cock and rub your balls at the same time...I want to feel your cum shoot out of your balls and thru your cock---yes, please, Darling---please let me pleasure you!"

When he motioned me inside, I wondered if I should feel happiness, or that I was making the biggest mistake of my life.

He didn't give me time to think about it. Once the door closed behind us, he took me in his arms, stroked my hair and cheeks then lowered his face to kiss me.

OH MY GOD---KISSING WASN'T PART OF OUR DEAL!!!

There was something odd about his gentle touch; I shivered when I saw his eyes just before his lips met mine.

Tenderness? Caring? My God, I thought, he really does like me. 

And his lips were like none other I'd ever kissed; soft, warm, exotic. Our mouths melded together; our lips came together as one. I threw my arms around his broad shoulders and he pulled me closer and hugged me tightly. I could feel his erection against my own.

When he broke our kiss, I swore I saw tears in his eyes. 

"Take off your clothes," he said when he released his hold on me.

I began pulling my shirt up but he stopped me.

"When I tell you to do something, always reply 'Yes, Darling'...."

His voice was even; he wasn't scolding me, he was just giving me simple instructions.

"Yes, Darling," I said then, removed my shirt.

"From now on, begin with your shoes and sock, if you're wearing them," he said.

"Yes, Darling," I replied.

I sat on a chair and removed my shoes and socks.

"Fold your socks neatly, and place them in your shoes."

"Yes, Darling," I said, slightly trembling. 

I stood and as I reached to open the snap on my jeans, he stopped me, sat on the sofa and said "Continue."

This was totally different than what I'd expected. I thought I would sit next to him, open his slacks, take out his erection and masturbate him until he shot his load. This was, well...much more intense. 

"Do it slowly...pull your zipper down slowly."

"Yes, Darling," I said. 

When I opened the snap on my jeans it seemed to echo thru-out the room. Then I slowly lowered the zipper and---oh my God---it sounded so deliciously dirty and sexy that my hard prick throbbed inside my briefs.

"Peel down the jeans like you're a girl---wriggle and squirm your hips when you lower them."

My breath caught in my throat. This was not only intense, but becoming very, very erotic as well.

"Yes, Darling," I sighed.

I hooked my thumbs in the side of the jeans, and very carefully maneuvered them down my hips, wiggling my buttocks as I pushed them down my legs. 

When they were lying on the floor he said, "Fold them neatly and place them on the chair with your shirt."

"Yes, Darling," I said, and did as I was told.

"Pose for me---place your hands on your hips and pose for me like a model."

"Y-Yes, Darling," I gasped, self-conscious of my rock-hard erection pushing out the fabric of my briefs. I was thankful I was wearing my black, string bikini briefs---the growing pre-cum stain was harder for him to see.

When I placed my hands on my hips he corrected me.

"Men stand like that---not you...turn your hands the other way---the backs of your hands should be facing behind you...yes, like that---good girl!"

"T-Thank you, Darling," I said, slightly agitated by his calling me a 'girl.' 

I posed for him. He told me what he wanted to see. I shifted my balance from leg-to-leg; I slowly turned, and when my back was to him, I looked over my shoulder and thrust my buttocks toward him. 

I was acutely aware of how girly I must look to him, but strangely, I enjoyed the attention. I loved the hungry look in his eyes as they devoured every inch of my body.

"Come to me---lock your hands behind your neck," he said.

His commands were neither crude nor suggestive, but they excited the hell out of me, and caused my prick to twitch and jump inside my ever-increasingly damp briefs.

"Yes, D-Darling," I said, gasping for air.

I was standing directly before him, our knees almost touching. 

"Spread your legs further apart," he said.

"Yes, Darling."

"Wider!"

"Yes, Darling---I'm sorry, Darling!"

"Rotate your hips then thrust them forward---like you were having sex with someone!"

Oh my God, how embarrassing! I was so far gone, his voice was so commanding and hypnotic, I obeyed him without protest. I soon lost what little self-control I had left and began obscenely grinding my hips and thrusting them forward like I was actually fucking a girl.

"Look at me---look into my eyes!" he ordered.

"Yes, Darling." 

I did as I was told.

At first I felt nothing but shame and humiliation. We really weren't anything more than landlord and tenet, but here I was, standing before him in my underwear, with a raging hard-on, thrusting my pelvis and hips forward like I was having the wildest sex of my life.

His eyes bore straight thru me. I didn't dare look away. I could feel them inside me; he was reading my secrets; he knew exactly what and who I was---not who I pretended to be. I'd never felt so violated, so weak and helpless. He had total control of me and both he and I knew it.

"Sweetie," he whispered, "...cum for me...let yourself go...."

His words inflamed my lust; my hips thrust harder and faster. I prayed he would touch me---I whimpered and moaned and prayed to God this strange man would touch me.

I didn't see his hand---my eyes were locked into his. Suddenly, he wrapped his fingers around my cock and squeezed. I lost every ounce of dignity and pride I ever possessed. 

My hips bucked and jerked as I shot load-after-load of cum into my briefs before the eyes of a man who seemed keen on humiliating me; a man I wasn't sure that I even liked. A man who, with one squeeze of his hand, was giving me the greatest orgasm of my life!

"Sweetie," I heard him say as I was bent-over, hands on knees, gasping for breath. "Thank me for allowing you to cum in your briefs...."

What else could I do?

"Oh, Darling," I said, my chest heaving as I fought for air, "...thank you for letting me cum in my briefs...thank you, Darling!"

He took my head in his hands and we kissed. My lips were soft and yielding. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and I sucked on it gratefully.

He said: "I can't wait any longer...."

I watched him strip off his shirt. He saw me staring; his eyes lowered to his slacks then looked at me. I knew what he wanted. My hands found his belt; I needed better balance so I was going to sit next to him, but again he stopped me.

"Sweetie, you should be on your knees whenever you take down my pants."

I felt my heart flutter as I said, "Yes, Darling."

While I was working his belt and zipper I saw the bulge in his crotch, and a large pre-cum stain on his slacks. 

When his slacks were loosened, I tried pulling them down but he wasn't cooperating. 

His eyes bore a hole in me. I knew immediately what I was supposed to say.

"Darling, please let me take down your slacks," I said softly.

"Why?" he asked with no sign of emotion.

WHY? I DON'T KNOW WHY! OKAY—I'LL TELL HIM WHAT HE WANTS TO HEAR!

"I—I want to take out your hard cock, Darling."

He lifted his hips and I was able to peel down the slacks. I folded them neatly and he placed them on the sofa next to him. Then I hooked my fingers in the waistband of his boxer's, and once again, he was making it difficult for me.

"Please, Darling," I said, "...please let me take down your shorts so I can see your hard cock!"

He smiled and helped me lower his shorts. I felt a shiver race up my spine when his erection sprang into view. I gasped. I thought it was beautiful.

I told myself: It's alright---just because you think a man's penis is beautiful doesn't mean you're queer.

I stared at his cock and I heard his voice above me say: "Kiss it."

My face flushed red, my hands began to tremble.

"I---I can't...please---I can't!" was my reply.

I expected him to scream and yell and call me names, but all he said was: "That's alright...I'm a patient man."

I wondered what he meant by that?

"Now what?" he asked me.

"I---uh, please, Darling, please let me feel your hard cock...please," I said, immediately regretting saying that final 'please.' I thought saying 'please' three times sounded too needy.

"Look at me," he said. I stared into his blue eyes.

"Which hand do you use when you masturbate?" he asked calmly.

Oh no, I thought, I can't tell him I don't use either hand---that I use the 'friction-method' grinding my prick against the mattress...that is way too embarrassing. 

"My left hand, Darling," I said. It wasn't a lie: the few times I tried it with my hands I preferred the left one.

"Stroke my cock with your left hand---hold my balls with your right."

For some reason, his command sounded so dirty and sexy I let out a small groan. I even felt my penis come to life again.

"Y-Yes, Darling."

And for the first time in my life I wrapped my fingers around a man's hard cock. 

I was instantly reminded of the heat I had felt a few days earlier when he'd pressed my hand to his crotch. Only now, his slacks and shorts were gone, and his naked cock burned hot in my small hand. 

My heart fluttered; a rush of blood went to my penis. I was amazed I had an erection so soon after I'd climaxed.

I cradled his balls in my hand. They were twice the size of mine, and very heavy. 

My breathing became irregular when I began stroking his cock with one hand while massaging his balls with the other. My face flushed red, but it wasn't from embarrassment; the room had suddenly grown very, very warm.

"Sweetie," he said, getting me to take my eyes off his cock to look into his, "...lighten your grip, it feels like you're trying to strangle the life out of it...yes, that's much better...slower, yes that's a good speed...I'll tell you when to go faster...."

My eyes were locked-in to his. I don't think I could have looked away even if I wanted. I became scared---I could sense him searching inside me.

"Sweetie, why are you here---your car won't be ready for another day or two...why did you come here tonight?"

What could I say? Well, I had to ask him sooner or later....

"I---uh, Darling, I was wondering if you would drive me to-and-from work until my car gets fixed?" I asked. 

For a brief second, I wondered if asking a favor of him while I was stroking his cock made me a whore.

"Did something happen on the bus?" he asked.

I blurted out, "No-no, it's just that...well, I...." 

"Sweetie, whenever I ask a question you will tell me the truth...and believe me, I will know if you're lying to me."

I didn't want to tell him. It was humiliating. 

"No-no, it's just that the ride is so long and all the people look mean and smell funny---it's horrible taking the bus."

"Sweetie...what's the real reason?"

Tears filled my eyes. I knew there was no way out. I would have to tell him about Scarface, and what Scarface wanted from me. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I told him the story of my encounters with Scarface on the bus.

"Go faster!" he said when I finished my story.

For a brief moment, I didn't know what he meant. Suddenly, it occurred to me to move my hand faster up-and-down his cock.

"So," he began, "...this guy, who seems to be the leader of a gang, thinks you're a cute boy, and wants you to be their bitch, is that about right?"

His hard cock expanded and throbbed in my hand. His chest was heaving; his hips began thrusting in time with my hand.

I nodded my head. 

"FASTER—FASTER," he shouted.

I felt his big balls contract in my hand and the semen and sperm rush upward thru his lurching and throbbing cock. I tore my eyes away from his in time to watch the eruption of cum from his slit. I stroked his cock as fast as I possibly could.

He shouted, "OH GOD—OH GOD—YES-YES-YES-YESSSSSSSSSSSSS...."

When it was over I felt strangely at peace with myself. Yes, I had masturbated a man to climax, but it wasn't the terrible thing I thought it would be. 

As a matter-of-fact, I was proud of myself. I was happy that I was able to provide another human being with such pleasure.

He helped me to my feet, saw my erection tenting the front of my soaked briefs, pushed my underwear down my legs then said "Sit on my lap."

I put an arm around his shoulders for balance. He kissed me hard as he grasped my erection and began stroking it---shivers of joy and pleasure raced up-and-down my spine. 

The feeling of another person's hand on my prick was pure ecstasy---it hadn't happened very often in my life.

He whispered in my ear as he stroked me faster.

"Yes, my sweet, pretty boy, I'll help you---I'll drive you to work but what do I get in return? This wasn't part of our original deal...you have a three-day weekend coming up---you will stay here with me the entire weekend---there are things I want to teach you...."

I didn't think about his words. His hand was giving me such intense pleasure I would have agreed to anything at that point.

"Yes, Darling...I'll stay with you!"

He whispered instructions in my ear. 

Suddenly, I felt his other hand beneath me. A finger was pressing on my anus---I tried to squirm away from it but he held me firmly in place. No one had ever touched me there before.

"OH GOD," I cried out when my climax began.

He pushed his finger into my asshole while he jerked and squeezed my prick.

I cried-out what he wanted to hear: "I'M CUMMING DARLING---I'M CUMMING DARLING---I'M CUMMING DARLING!!!!"

I shook and bucked like a rag doll. I held onto him for dear life. I couldn't believe this orgasm was more powerful than the first. My semen was spewing everywhere. 

He pulled his finger from me and held me in his arms. There was something so safe and secure about being in his strong arms; I loved the feel of him holding me tight. 

When I opened my eyes I saw him smiling at me---I smiled back at him.

We kissed.

He asked what time we needed to leave for work and I told him 8:20.

"Be here at 8:00," he said, "...before we go, you're going to give me a reacharound."

"What's a reacharound," I asked.

He laughed and kissed me again. A long and gentle, but passionate kiss.

"I have so much to teach you," he said.

I suddenly became cold and shivered. A mixture of fear and anxiety washed over me. Deep down I knew what he wanted to 'teach' me, and to my bewilderment, it excited me.



Danny Darling Ch. 04



It's funny how you view things differently in the light of day.

Last night it made perfect sense to agree to my landlord Danny's outrageous demands, but now, with the sun shining brightly, and a fresh perspective, I seriously questioned the 'deal' I'd made with him.

Yes, he is going to do me a huge favor by driving me back-and-forth to work, so it is fair, I guess, for him to expect something from me, but this? A handjob at 8 o'clock in the morning?

He opened the door after I knocked twice.

"Good morning, Sweetie," he greeted me with a smile on his face.

I saw he was wearing a bathrobe. We needed to leave here soon and he wasn't dressed yet. I knew for sure I was going to have to go thru with the promise I made.

"Uh...good morning, Darling," I replied. 

Since I responded properly, he allowed me inside. He immediately took me in his arms and kissed me. I knew better than to fight him, or back away. I didn't have any choice but to play his game.

At least he'd just brushed his teeth, I thought as we kissed and hugged. It didn't take long until I felt his erection against me. 

"Take off your slacks and give me your underwear," he said as though it were a perfectly normal request.

I saw the look in his eyes; this was no time to protest, and besides, I didn't want to be late for work.

"Y-Yes, Darling," I replied.

He took my slacks and carefully draped them over a chair. I gave him my briefs and he led me to a large mirror in the living room. I was extremely self-conscious of being naked from the waist down. He slid off his robe-he was naked underneath and sporting an impressive hard-on.

"Okay, Sweetie," he said, "...stand behind me, reach between my legs and hold my balls...yes, that's it-now reach around with your left-hand and stroke my cock."

In order to accomplish this feat I had to stand as close to him as possible. I was actually pressing hard against him. The feel of his hot flesh caused my prick to become semi-erect.

In a matter of seconds, with his hot and hard cock in one hand, and his heavy balls in the other, I began to imperceptibly grind my own prick onto his left buttock. This was so deliciously dirty I became hard as a rock and it began to throb when I pressed it against his naked flesh.

"FASTER," he commanded.

I was grateful he was getting close. I was still worried about being late for work.

I gently massaged his balls while stroking his cock as fast as I could. My own grinding thrusts became more urgent. I was getting close, too.

"OH SWEETIE-YOU'RE A WONDERFUL BOY-THAT'S IT—THAT'S IT-YES-YES-YES-OHHHHHHHHH-YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS..."

I stared at the mirror and watched in amazement as stream-after-stream of viscous cum shot out of his slit and splashed against the glass. His balls held an impressive amount of sperm and semen.

I frantically ground my prick against him, straining to cum.

"That's enough for now!!" he announced.

"Noooo, pleeezzzzzzz..." I whimpered in frustration.

"STOP!!" he shouted.

I had no choice but to obey him.

I watched thru hazy, lust-glazed eyes as he wiped himself clean with my briefs. He then stooped over and, using my briefs as a rag, wiped every drop of cum off the mirror.

He held my briefs between two fingers and said, "Here-put these on!"

He couldn't be serious! They were absolutely drenched with his cum.

"I said-PUT THESE ON-we don't have much time..." he commanded.

His reference to the time shook me from my reverie. I reluctantly snatched the briefs from him and shimmy my hips and buttocks to pull them up my legs. I had to use my hand to force my throbbing boner into the briefs.

They were so wet with his cum they instantly clung to my skin.

He disappeared for a couple minutes and I retrieved my slacks and pulled them into place. My damn hard-on wouldn't go away.

He was dressed, came to me and kissed my lips.

"Well?" he said, narrowing his eyes.

He wanted me to say something-what was it? My mind was a blank. Suddenly I remembered.

"Thank you, Darling," I said, "...thank you for letting me play with your hard cock-thank you for letting me make you cum!" I said, proud that I'd remembered the words he wanted to hear.

"You're very welcome, Sweetheart," he said as he kissed me one last time before we left.

He made me sit next to him in the car. He drove with one hand; his other arm was over my shoulder, holding me close to him. Every time we had to stop at a traffic light he would turn to me and expect a kiss. I would dutifully oblige him. 

I was very happy the window tint prevented anyone from looking inside the car. After each kiss, I was expected to say, "Thank you for kissing me, Darling."

"You're very welcome, my sweet little boy," he would reply with a smile on his face.

Just as my erection began to go down, the aroma from his drying semen wafted upward and made me swoon. His smell was far muskier, and sexier than mine. I loved it-my boner instantly returned.

I squirmed uncomfortably; I wanted to take hold of my prick and finish the job, but didn't dare it.

"Have you ever masturbated at work?" he asked.

My God, what a strange and intrusive question!

"No-no-of course not!" I said with righteous indignation.

"Sweetie, don't lie to me!" he said sharply.

My face flushed red-I began to mumble.

"W-well, m-maybe..." 

"How many times have you masturbated at work?" he asked.

I desperately wanted to change the subject, but I knew him well-enough now to realize I needed to answer the question.

"Oh, you know, once or twice," I sheepishly admitted.

"HOW MANY TIMES? TELL ME THE TRUTH!!"

His voice scared me.

"I don't know-seven or eight times..." I said in defeat.

"Sweetie, you've only been there a few weeks and you've masturbated seven or eight times at work?"

The way he said it made me feel ridiculous and small. I'd never been so humiliated.

"Have you forgotten that I'm the one who got you that job? That Mrs. Nelson did me a favor by hiring you?"

Yes, I had forgotten-it seemed so long ago. I suddenly wondered if she'd told Danny about the time she caught me fondling the panties?

"I-I'm sorry, Darling-it won't happen again!" I promised.

"Damn right, it won't," he said. "We're going to work on your self-control...from now-on, you'll only be allowed to masturbate when I say so-do you understand me?"

My blood began to boil. Who in-the-hell is he to say that to me? I'm a free human being-I can do whatever I want! 

But I was afraid to say anything; I was in no position to challenge his authority over me. I was terrified he would find out my dirty little secret and make a call to my mother. Besides, I was now guilty of having held his hard cock in my hands, and stroking him to orgasm.

I would absolutely die of shame if my mother ever knew that! 

"Y-Yes, Darling," I said with huge disappointment in my voice.

He chuckled and said, "Don't worry, Sweetie, I'll be very generous with your orgasms, okay?"

For some reason his words made me feel better.

"Yes, Darling-thank you, Darling," I replied.

It seemed like the longest eight-hours ever. I spent most of the day in the Lingerie Department and it drove me wild with lust.

First, I unpacked the Victoria Secret shipment, and wouldn't you know-there was box-after-box of lace panties, thong panties, and sheer, bikini panties. I swear, my prick was stiff for three-straight-hours. 

When lunch-time finally arrived, my balls ached, and my head was spinning in a fog of sex-crazed, passion and desire. My briefs, which had dried from Danny's semen, were now soaked with my own pre-cum.

Twice, I almost lost my fight with self-control and gave in to my urges to masturbate. The only thing that stopped me was the sales ladies were taking inventory, and were in-and-out of the stockroom too often to allow enough time for me to relieve myself. 

The afternoon was no better: a shipment of Dreamgirl babydolls and chemises arrived. My prick was hard and dribbling pre-cum for another three hours. I convinced myself this was a test from God, and that I needed to be strong, and vigilant against my urges.

Luckily, I worked the last couple of hours unpacking and stocking perfumes and cosmetics; keeping my mind and body occupied with something besides lingerie.

I'd never been so happy to see a workday come to an end.

"Did you enjoy work today, Sweetheart?" Danny asked as soon as I climbed into his car.

"I-um...it was okay," I answered. It still bothered me when he called me 'Sweetheart' or 'Sweetie.' 

He didn't make a move to start the car so when I glanced at him, and saw 'that look' in his eyes; I became fearful and immediately tried to rectify my mistake.

"Oh, uh, yes, Darling-work was fine, Darling," I said.

He continued glaring at me.

NOW WHAT? screamed my mind. WHAT DOES HE WANT FROM ME? Oh, yeah...

I slid over on the seat until I was close beside him. He smiled and kissed me on the lips.

"I missed you, Sweetie-did you miss me?" he asked.

Oh my God, this guy is relentless...why is he doing this to me? 

"Yes, Darling-I missed you very much," I said to appease him.

"Did you think about my hard penis today?" he asked; his eyes boring into my skull.

My face flushed red. "I—uh, yes, Darling-I thought about your hard penis today."

I read the expression on his face to mean: Well?

"Yes, Darling," I continued. "I thought about holding your hard cock-stroking it, holding your balls and stroking your hard cock until you came...I love the feel of your penis and balls in my hands, Darling."

And there it was-I wasn't just saying it...I realized I meant what I said-it was the truth!

He smiled and kissed me again. I felt relieved and happy when he started the car, and put his arm around me. 

"Sweetie, perhaps you'd like to hold my balls on the drive home?"

HUH? IS HE SERIOUS?

"...if you ask me nicely, maybe I'll let you do it."

OH MY GOD-THIS IS CRAZY-WHY IS HE DOING THIS TO ME?

It was all-too apparent he wasn't going to start driving until I did what he wanted.

"D-Darling," I said; my voice quivering and small. "May I please hold your balls for you?"

I couldn't believe his response.

"Now why on earth would you want to do a thing like that?" 

Tears filled my eyes; they stung. My face burned a glowing-red. My prick was hard as a rock inside my briefs, but worst of all, I knew I had to answer his question. 

"I—I love the feel of your balls in my hand, Darling-please let me hold your balls for you-please?"

"You may," he said. "Be quick about it!"

"Thank you, Darling," I said as my trembling fingers fumbled with his belt and zipper.

When his slacks were open wide enough, I slid my right-hand past his erection, found his scrotum, and balanced and held his heavy balls in my small hand.

He kissed my lips. He smiled then kissed me again. He put the car in gear and we were finally moving.

"Sweetheart," he said. "Think about this on the ride home: what kind of boy would willingly hold another man's balls?"

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. I was exhausted. Tears trickled down my cheeks. I was in such an awkward position, all I could do was lean my head on his chest and sigh. 

When I opened my eyes, I found myself staring at his hard cock. I didn't look away. I watched the pre-cum slowly leak from his big and beautiful, purple glans. My prick throbbed and my balls hurt like hell. I'd never felt such confusion in my life.

"Are those 'your friends' over there?" he asked.

What is he talking about? I wondered.

I had to lift my head to look out the window. At first I was surprised Danny was driving the bus route, I figured he'd be taking the interstate. 

Then I saw them! My heart stopped and a cold chill ran up my spine. Scarface and his two friends were standing at the same bus stop as before. 

"Do you want to stop and say hi-should I offer them a ride?"

"Oh God, Danny-NO—PLEASE NO-I, uh, oh God..." I said, shivering with fear.

He stroked my hair and spoke in a serious tone.

"Sweetheart, I'm sorry-it was cruel of me to tease you like that...I want you to know, I will always protect you...I want you to feel safe and secure when we're together."

"Thank you, Darling..." was all I could say.

I spent the remainder of the ride home with my head against his chest staring at his lovely cock; fighting the urge to lick the pre-cum from his oozing slit, but wondering the whole time what it tasted like.

I knew now that it wouldn't be long until he had me take it in my mouth. The thought of it wasn't as repugnant as it was yesterday. I was really beginning to like this man, and I enjoyed pleasing him. 

Truth-be-told, I loved the feel of his balls in my hand. I knew the answer to his question, but whether I could admit to myself 'what-kind-of-boy-I-am', well, that was another matter all-together.

After work tomorrow, I would be his for three days. I closed my eyes and imagined the things he'd have me do for him. I wasn't naïve-I knew what men wanted from their 'boys,' but I wondered if I could go thru with it. 

My inhibitions were deeply ingrained, and I was ashamed of my personal feelings and thoughts. 

I always assumed I would lead two different lives: one where I worked and interacted with people on superficial levels, and then my private life, where I could fantasize and satisfy my dirty and unnatural urges myself, with no one knowing, and no one mocking or humiliating me.

I was prepared to live a solitary life...I expected it. 

The next morning I surprised Danny when I climbed into the car and sat close to him.

"Darling," I said, "...may I please open your slacks and hold your balls for you?"

With a bemused smile, he said, "Yes, you may!"

I kissed him and thanked him.

At every stop light we'd kiss, then I'd say: "Darling, thank you for letting me hold your balls and kiss you."

Even though I'd masturbated him to climax just a few minutes earlier, it didn't take long for his beautiful cock to get hard.

At one point, I kissed him and made a Freudian-slip when I said, "Darling, thank you for letting me kiss your balls."

I flushed red-he laughed out loud.

I was busy fastening his slacks when he said, "Sweetheart, when you get in the car after work you will belong to me...I'll own you for three whole days! You will obey me without question or protest no matter what I have you do-you will do it immediately and thank me for it! Do you understand?"

"Y-Yes, Darling," I said slightly trembling as I opened the car door.

"One more thing," he said. "From now on, your only concern should be with my pleasure...whenever you give me an erection-it will be your responsibility to make sure you give me the most satisfying climax you possibly can...your own little hard-on is irrelevant...your pleasure will come from my pleasure-do you understand me, Sweetheart?"

OH MY GOD-WHAT HAVE I GOTTEN MYSELF INTO?? 

"Y-Yes, Darling," I stammered.

His words had given me a boner but I didn't think he noticed as I got out of the car.

My nerves were on edge the entire day. I didn't know it was possible to feel exhilaration and fear at the same time.

His words "Your pleasure will come from my pleasure" played over-and-over in my head.

Can I really go thru with this? What kind of person just hands-over control of their life to another person? I'd fantasized in the past about a woman taking charge of me, but a man? 

Even though my hands were now accustomed to satisfying his lust, and yes, I admit, I liked it; I knew darn well he would demand the use of my mouth this weekend, and maybe, more.

I shuddered at a mental image of being naked with Danny, bending over for him. 

That would be the end of me, I thought. If that happens, I might as well stamp the word 'FAGGOT' on my forehead for all-the-world to see.

There was no way out of this. I made a deal with him, and a man is only as good as his word. Besides, where could I go? 

Outside of Jennifer I had no other friends in Florida. I certainly couldn't run home or confide in my mother or sisters; they already have doubts about 'what kind of boy' I am. I'd die of shame if they found out what I'd already done with Danny.

Suck it up, John, I told myself, slightly amused by my choice of words. Man-up! Just because I'll be kneeling between his legs doesn't mean I have to like it. 

The memories of the previous evening with Danny were fresh in my mind. I had masturbated him three-times and the feel, texture and heat of his beautiful cock and balls seemed to have left imprints on my hands. 

I had to admit, I loved the way his cock came alive when it was in my hand; how it twitched and jumped and pulsated; how his balls would be swollen one moment, then they'd explode and I watched with fascinated amazement his sperm and semen gushing from his slit.

I had found it all very erotic. I even got accustomed to his finger in my asshole when he allowed me to cum. I don't know why, but when he finger-fucked me my orgasms seemed much more intense and pleasurable. 

Towards the end of the day, Mrs. Nelson and I were working together, making small-talk while folding and stocking bras and panties. I was beginning to perspire from the heat in the small stockroom, and naturally, the feel of the sexy undergarments in my hands.

"Do you have plans for the weekend?" she asked.

DOES SHE KNOW SOMETHING??

I couldn't answer that question; I hemmed-and-hawed and stumbled over words.

"Honey, relax..." she said softly. "I'm sure whatever you do-you'll enjoy it!"

WHAT DID SHE MEAN BY THAT??

I took a deep breath and told myself to chill-out. She's just making conversation. By the time we finished the project, it was thankfully time to clock-out for the day. 

Not a moment too soon, I told myself. My dick was throbbing and I had a serious case of blue-balls again.

As I approached Danny's car, I was gripped by a fear so strong, I stopped dead in my tracks. I tried to peer inside the car to gauge what kind of mood he was in, but the tinted windows made it impossible to see anything at all.

I took a deep gulp of air and told myself I was ready for anything he may demand of me.

I climbed into the car and sat beside him.

"Hi Darling," I said, "...may I please open your slacks and hold your balls?"

There was a look in his eyes that told me something wasn't quite right. 

"Of course you'll hold my balls for me, but first..." he said then continued: "I saw Katy in the hallway today-she told me something very interesting..."

"Katy?" I asked. "Jennifer's roommate Katy?" 

My face went white and my hands began to tremble. Did Jennifer tell her roommate about the other night? Does Danny know my secret?

He stared into my eyes and asked, "Is there something you want to tell me-something you 'should' tell me?"

This wasn't good-what could I say? My mind frantically searched for an answer.

"Jennifer and I were just fooling around, you know, uh, boy-girl stuff..." I stammered.

"Yes, I know," he said, "...that's not the interesting part...I heard it ended rather abruptly-what happened?"

"I—I—I don't know what you mean!" I said, tears were now forming n my eyes.

He smiled sadly and stroked my hair. He didn't appear to be angry or mad in any way.

"Did Jennifer give you a nickname? What is it she called you?" he asked softly.

OH MY GOD-OH MY GOD...

"Uh, I don't know-I don't remember!" I lied.

"WHAT DID SHE CALL YOU? SAY IT!!" he demanded to know.

I wanted to curl-up into a ball and disappear. I'd never hated myself as much as I did at that moment.

"Panty-boy..." I said in a whisper.

He kissed my forehead and asked, "Why would she call you 'Panty-boy'?"

It was out in the open now. At least he didn't appear to be mocking me. There was nothing left to be said but the truth.




Danny Darling Ch. 04



"We were fooling around, and, uh, when I felt her panties, I, uh, kinda made a mess in my shorts..." I said. Then I figured since it was out in the open, I might as well make a full confession. "I like the feel of women's panties."

He took me in his arms and kissed me gently on the lips.

"That wasn't so difficult, was it?" he said.

I pressed my head to his chest and said, "No..." but I didn't mean it.

"Well, Sweetie, when Katy told me that I became curious...I went into your apartment this afternoon and guess what I found in your bedroom-in the bottom drawer under some sweatpants and tee shirts?"

OH MY GOD-OH NO-HE FOUND MY 'COLLECTION'!!

"Sweetie, turn around and get that paper bag on the back seat..." 

I kneeled on the front seat and reached for the bag. Next to the bag, folded neatly, was my terrycloth bathrobe.

Why is my bathrobe in the car? I wondered.

When I retrieved the bag and brought it to the front seat it passed under my nose and I caught a strong aroma coming from the bag.

OH MY GOD, I thought. ALL MY PANTIES ARE IN THE BAG!!

"Sweetie, I don't want you to be embarrassed...a panty fetish is quite common...and in all honesty, the thought of seeing you wearing women's panties makes me hard-reach in the bag and pull out a pair," he said.

I was not only ashamed that he knew my secret, but that I hadn't recently washed them, either. He was sure to have noticed. 

I felt around for the cleanest pair. I found one only mildly crusty. I pulled out the pink, diaphanous pair I had just added to my collection.

"Ohhh, aren't those pretty!" he said without a trace of sarcasm. "Now, Sweetie, you're going to wear those home...take-off all your clothes and place them in the backseat then you can slide into your pretty pink panties."

He saw the shock register on my face.

"Don't worry-you couldn't see inside the car-no one else can, either...now hurry, Sweetie-STRIP!"

It felt like I was living in a bizarro-world dream. How else can I explain taking all my clothes off in the front seat of a car parked next to the employee entrance of where I work?

The moment I pulled the panties in place my penis betrayed me. It twitched and became semi-erect. 

Danny was watching my every move; he suddenly pressed his open palm to the panties and lightly rubbed my prick. It took two-seconds to achieve a full-blown, raging hard-on.

He chuckled and said, "This is going to be even more fun than I thought."

I pretended this wasn't real-it was the only way I could cope with the situation.

"Sweetie, you look so damn sexy and pretty I can't wait until we get home-open my slacks and take out my cock!"

OH MY GOD-RIGHT HERE AND NOW?

His prick was hard as a rock when I released it from his slacks and shorts. Without a word from him, I took it in my hand and began masturbating him. 

"Sweetie," he said stroking my hair, "...it's time we took our relationship to the next level..."

He put his finger to my lips; he rubbed his finger back and forth across my lips.

"I'm going to teach you how to suck cock, Sweetie-would you like that? Do you want to suck my cock?"

I couldn't pretend any longer. I knew he would want me to do this, but now that it was actually happening, I didn't think I could go thru with it.

Just then Mrs. Nelson walked out of the employee entrance.

"Oh, look, here comes your boss, maybe I'll honk the car horn and call her over-would you like to say 'hi' to her?"

"NOOOO-PLEASE, DARLING, DON'T DO THAT-PLEASE NO—OH-MY-GOD-NO!" I pleaded with him. I certainly didn't want my boss seeing me almost naked, wearing only the panties I'd stolen from work.

I couldn't believe it-he was actually going to honk the horn. I stopped his hand in motion.

My heart was pounding. My body was shaking. I knew there was only one thing I could say and do to stop him from completely ruining my life.

"P-Please, Darling," I said, staring into his eyes, "I want to suck your cock-please teach me how to suck your cock-PLEASE LET ME SUCK YOUR COCK!!"

His eyes glanced downward at his erection and he said, "Well, then..."

I could have sworn the last thing I saw as I lowered my head was Mrs. Nelson smiling in the direction of our car.

I was gasping for air as I pressed my face to his crotch and lapped-up the semen that had escaped my mouth. Several strands of his pubic hair were caught between my teeth; I felt his wetness on my cheeks as my tongue busied itself with the task of cleaning him.

"Sweetheart," I heard him say above me, "...you won't have to do this once you learn how to swallow all of it."

I was dazed; the fog refused to lift from my mind. His hand was still on my panty-covered prick and I knew it had to be soaked with my semen. With very little effort, he had made me cum in my panties.

"Sweetie, clean my hand," he said.

I raised my head and saw his glistening hand before my face. I did as I was told. In the haze of my mind, I noted subtle differences between his taste and mine.

"For such tiny balls, they sure produce an impressive amount of cum," he remarked.

When he was satisfied with my efforts, he patted my head and I sat upright beside him.

He surprised me when he kissed my lips; they were still wet with our shared cum.

He smiled and said, "For being your first time-that was damn good!"

I blushed.

Then he added: "That was your first time sucking cock, right?"

My face turned an even deeper red. His question angered me. How dare he accuse me of being a cocksucker!

I nodded my head.

"Sweetie, you must learn how to answer my questions with complete sentences...let's try again: that was your first time sucking cock, right?"

I began to talk, but he stopped me.

"Sweetie, always look into my eyes when we're speaking-now begin again."

"I-uh, yes, Darling," I said staring into his steely-hard gaze, "...that was my first time sucking cock." 

"Good boy," he said. "You had one helluva an orgasm...you must have loved sucking my cock, is that right?"

My throat became dry and I coughed and swallowed some saliva. There was no escaping this; he was going to make me say what he wanted to hear.

"Y-Yes, Darling," I said, holding his gaze, "...I loved sucking your cock."

"...and swallowing my cum?"

Oh God, how could I ever say this out loud and still live with myself?

Thru watery eyes I said, "Yes, Darling, I loved sucking your cock and swallowing your cum."

"Good boy," he said.

He turned the ignition and started the car.

"D-Darling, may I please hold your balls?" I sheepishly asked him even though I knew he expected me to ask.

"I have a better idea," he said with a gleam in his eyes. "Sweetie, rest your head in my lap and take my penis in your mouth...I want you to get used to it being in your mouth...and of course, hold my balls, too!"

Huh? What? Is he serious? Oh my God! I lowered my head to his crotch one more time. 

"That's it-good boy! Take as much in your mouth as you can-oh, yes, that's good-very nice...be very careful with your teeth, Sweetie," he said and patted me on the head.

"Oh, and Sweetie?" he said.

"Ummm?" I responded.

"Grip my penis with your lips, and always—ALWAYS-keep your tongue on it, okay?"

"Ummmm..." I replied.

What was the purpose of making me do this other than to totally humiliate me and prove that I, indeed, belonged to him for the three-day weekend?

It didn't take long for me to realize there is a huge difference in having a hard penis in my mouth and a flaccid one.

When he had me bobbing my head up-and-down his erection, my lips were stretched wide, barely able to keep it in my mouth. I could take his glans, and maybe four-inches of his shaft before my gag reflex kicked-in.

His limp prick felt like a tube of warm cookie dough-soft, and very fragile. My lips wrapped lightly around it, careful not to squeeze to tight in fear of hurting him.

A hard cock is a force of nature-a battering ram; indestructible in its quest for pleasure; relentless in its violent thrusting with the singular goal of coaxing a man's seed from his balls and discharging it into the orifice of the man's choosing.

His flaccid penis felt almost nurturing. I was a little boy again sucking my thumb. It gave me a strange sense of safety and security. I hated to admit it, but I began to experience a serene, almost euphoric feeling with his soft penis in my mouth.

He stroked my hair.

"Good boy," he said softly. "Relax and breathe thru your nose...that's it...very good..."

Early on, I discovered his penis didn't taste like anything. It was a lump of human flesh with no flavor or taste. Every now and then, there was a hint of soap, but that was all.

What did surprise me was his smell: A musky, manly smell coming from his crotch; it wasn't overpowering; but rather, subtle and pleasant, and to both my chagrin and delight, very erotic.

I found myself altering my breathing. After I exhaled thru my nose, I waited a second or two before I inhaled. In this way, I was able to inhale more and more of his addicting aroma.

I became light-headed; my prick began to stir inside my drenched panties.

The position I was in enabled Danny to stroke my bare shoulders and back. His hand felt wonderful. When he began rubbing my panty-encased buttocks, I moaned.

I lost all track of time. I lay there with his penis in my mouth, inhaling his intoxicating aroma, and loving the sensations of his hand massaging my buttocks. My mind was floating in the clouds; my prick was hard as a rock.

For the first time, I was no longer scared, or even concerned about obeying him over the weekend.

"Sweetie," he said with a chuckle. "We're home."

"Huh? Oh...okay..." I said dreamily.

Somewhere in my head I knew he had parked the car and shut-off the engine, but I didn't want to move from my position.

I allowed his now semi-erect penis to slip from my mouth, but not before I licked the pre-cum from his slit. I hesitated before I sat upright. I fought the urge to kiss, lick and fondle him to a full erection. 

Danny leaned over the seat, retrieved my bathrobe and gave it to me.

"We'll leave your clothes in the car for now," he said. "Here, put this on."

He fixed his clothing, and as he opened the car door he said, "Bring your panties."

I cinched the robe tight, grabbed the paper bag and climbed out of the car. I awakened from my reverie. All my old fears and hang-ups returned.

Oh my God, I thought. I'm walking from the parking lot to the building in bare feet and wearing a bathrobe! What will people think if they see me?

To my relief, Danny was a fast walker; I could barely keep up with him.

So far—so good, I told myself when Danny opened the door of the building. We're going to make it without being seen by anyone!

I was grateful he lived on the first floor. I followed closely behind him.

We're almost there! I thought.

Suddenly, my heart sunk and the hairs on the back of my neck stood straight. The unmistakable sound of a door opening jarred my senses then ten-feet before us Jennifer and her roommate stepped into the hallway.

Danny and I had to stop so as not to walk into them. I began to tremble as my face burned red.

Jennifer's roommate Katy saw Danny, took a long glance at me then turned back to Danny and smiled.

"Hi boys," she said. "Jen-Jen and I are going to a party-care to join us?"

Danny smiled and said, "No, thanks, we have our own plans...perhaps we can get together in the near future?"

"Ooooo, that would be oodles of fun!" she cried out.

My focus was on Jennifer, waiting for her to make a sarcastic comment about my bath robe; she didn't say a word-she took one furtive glance at me and the bag I was carrying then lowered her eyes. Her face was as red as mine.

What the hell is she wearing? I wondered. Her dress was as short as I've ever seen a dress; I couldn't help but picture her wearing those sexy panties from the other night. 

Oh my-what kind of necklace is that she has on? Very strange! Good God-it looks like a dog collar!

"Have fun!" Danny said to Katy.

Katy stopped beside me and stared down at my face. A chill ran up my spine; I'd always thought her to be a little scary. She placed two fingers on my cheek then slowly ran them down to my chin.

I guess it was the first time I'd really looked at her closely, because now I could clearly see she was at least ten-fifteen years older than Jennifer.

"Ohhh, Johnny, that's a good look for you!" she said then winked at Danny. 

What did she mean by that? I wondered, and instantly remembered how disheveled my hair had become in the car.

"Enjoy your long weekend, boys!" she called out.

When she turned from me to leave, I could have sworn she told Jennifer, "Let's go, bitch!"

There was something unsettling about the way Jennifer's roommate had acted in the hallway, but I didn't have much time to dwell upon it.

"Hang your robe on the first hook," Danny said the moment his door closed behind us.

I saw where he'd pointed and was mildly surprised I hadn't noticed before the row of hooks on the wall beside the front door.

Once I'd hung the robe, I turned to face him. His eyes were intently staring at me. I became self-conscious and blushed-it was the first time anyone had ever seen me wearing nothing but panties. 

My prick began acting-up again and I moved my hands in front of me to shield it from his intense scrutiny of my body.

"Move your arms to the side-never cover yourself like that!" he said. 

Oh my God, this is embarrassing! Is that a smile or smirk on his face?

"I wasn't sure before, but now I am..." he said.

I had no idea what he was talking about.

"I generally find the sight of pretty boys wearing women's things ridiculous, but on you, they seem natural-you don't look silly, at all...they enhance your beauty, not take away from it...yes, from now on you will be wearing panties!"

I didn't know if he'd just complimented, or insulted me, and who the hell is he to tell me what I'll be wearing?

He led me by the hand to a large mirror on one side of the living room. He positioned me so I was facing it. He stood close behind me, his hands reached around and caressed and stroked my chest; he paid special attention to my breasts and nipples. 

When my nipples became erect, he began fondling my panty-encased buttocks. Soon my prick was tenting-out the sheer material of my still-damp panties.

"Look at yourself," he said softly. "You're the prettiest boy I've ever seen...take pride in your appearance-relax and accept who you are..."

I watched in the mirror as he undressed. My heart pounded; a slight thrill ran thru me when his naked, hard cock sprang from his shorts and bobbed before him. 

He stood behind me again, pulling me close to him. He pressed his cock against my panties. He moved it up-and-down the crack of my ass.

"Look at how pretty you are..." he whispered in my ear.

I stared at myself in the mirror. I didn't know what he was talking about-it was just me I was looking at. Something on my cheek caught my attention. 

What is that? I wondered. It appeared to be white flakes, hardly noticeable but definitely there.

Oh no, I thought. That's dried cum. Danny's semen had dried on my face.

OH MY GOD!! That must have been what Jennifer's roommate, Katy, was referring to when she said, "...that's a good look for you!"

SHE KNEW-SHE KNEW I HAD DANNY'S CUM ON MY FACE!! Oh my God...the shame of it all!

Danny positioned us so we were facing each other, our sides to the mirror. As he kissed me, I felt the fingers of his hands take the waistband of my panties and push them off my hips. They fell to the floor. 

His hand found my prick and he drew me to him in such a way as to enable him to hold both his cock and my prick together. He rubbed our erections together. I'd never experienced such an exquisite sensation in my life. I moaned into his mouth. 

He broke our kiss and smiled down at me. 

"Sweetie," he said, "...get on your knees."

He saw me blush and flinch.

He added: "Yes, in private I will say many crude things to you-get used to it..." 

He kissed me. It was a short kiss, but I felt his passion. Then he whispered in my ear. 

"Before the weekend is over, kneeling between my legs will be as natural to you as breathing...do it for me now, Sweetie-get on your knees and suck my cock!"

His hot breath excited me. My prick throbbed and goose-pimples covered my flesh. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would submit to such an outrageous demand. 

I rationalized that I had to do this-I made a deal with him, and had to live up to my word. This didn't change anything, I still liked girls. But it did suddenly occur to me that maybe, just maybe, I could enjoy sex with men, too. 

I was face-to-face with his long and slender erection. The faint odor from his crotch made me swoon. I leaned-in and inhaled deeply thru my nose. I began trembling. His smell excited me so much I had to grab his hips to steady myself.

I heard him chuckle and felt his hands stroking my cheek and hair.

"You know what to do," he softly said above me. "...follow your instincts..."

Images from porn sites flooded my mind; photos of boys on their knees servicing their men. I remembered earlier in the car; what he liked and didn't like. I already knew how to use my hands on him.

I took his scrotum in my hand; I cradled it and began to lightly massage his balls.

The fingers of my left-hand grasped the lower shaft of his cock. I applied the pressure I knew he liked, and slowly stroked his shaft.

I stared at his cockhead; round and purple; saw drops of pre-cum leaking from the slit and leaned forward and ran my tongue over his soft, hot flesh.

He and I groaned in unison.

I wet my lips and stretched them over his glans. I closed my eyes and drew his hardness into my mouth. I slowly moved my head back-and-forth; I discovered the more cock I could take into my mouth, the closer my nose was to his crotch and his incredibly intoxicating aroma.

I allowed my mind to once again drift amongst the clouds; I became lost in the sucking. Nothing at all mattered, or existed except the wonderfully, firm and soft flesh of his hard penis in my mouth. 

I sucked him slowly for a long time. I loved it all: his heavy balls rolling in my hand; stroking his rock-hard shaft with my fingers; the feel of his hot cock stretching my lips wide; and lathering his flesh with my tireless tongue; lapping-up every drop of pre-cum, and finding out I wanted more; I wanted him to cum in my mouth so I could have another chance at swallowing all his juices.

"Faster..." he said above me.

My balls ached; without the sheer fabric of the panties rubbing my prick, I doubted I would be able to cum unless I took it in my hand and pleasured it myself. He showed no sign of allowing me to do that.

His words from this morning echoed in my mind: "Your pleasure will come from my pleasure!"

I stroked and sucked him faster and harder. His hips began to thrust forward, forcing his cock deeper in my mouth. I loved the heat of his body; the smooth, but firm flesh of his cock sliding between my lips.

I felt his balls contract in my hand and suddenly became alarmed.

How am I going to do this? I asked myself. How can I possibly swallow all his cum without spilling any?

I followed my instincts. I flattened my tongue on his slit, and when his explosions began, I made sure he came directly on my tongue. I swiftly lapped his cum, rolled my tongue back and swallowed, then repeated this motion until he'd emptied his balls in my mouth.

He was shouting his pleasure, and wildly bucking his hips; I had to hold onto his cock for dear life to prevent it from slipping from my mouth, but I remained focused thru-out his climax. 




Danny Darling Ch. 04



I was determined to catch every drop of semen and sperm on my tongue and swallow it, and-I DID IT-I SWALLOWED ALL OF IT!!

I felt an inner glow spreading; it felt like such a major accomplishment I beamed with pride. Suddenly, I remembered this afternoon, and instantly cleaned his cock with my lips and tongue until it glistened from only my saliva.

A thought came to mind that caused me great concern: I'm happy! 

How can this be? Yes, I do enjoy making other people happy, but it never really did that much for me. I mean, the times my girlfriends had me eat their cunts, I was glad when I gave them orgasms, even the other night with Jennifer, but it never made me feel happy. 

Then a creepy thought entered my mind and I couldn't shake it: I hated licking their pussies, but was glad I could bring them to orgasm. This time was different. I actually loved sucking his cock...no matter how I justified or rationalized it: I loved the feel of his cock in my mouth-I loved running my tongue over his hot, smooth flesh and was absolutely thrilled I was good enough to make him cum in my mouth. I even loved the taste of his sperm and semen.

WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME??

I felt Danny lightly tapping my head and looked up at him.

"Don't you have something to say to me, Sweetie?"

I felt my heart sink when I said the words he wanted to hear. I was gripped with despair because I knew deep inside I meant everything I said.

"D-Darling," I said, staring into his eyes like he demanded. "Thank you for letting me suck your cock and swallow your cum...thank you."

"AND?" his eyes bore a hole thru my skull.

"I—I—love sucking your c-cock...I love the taste of your cum...oh God, thank you, Darling-thank you!"

I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror when I stood. My hard prick standing straight-out from my crotch; it was throbbing; I needed release in the worst way. Unconsciously, I took it in my hand, but Danny immediately slapped my hand away.

"Sweetie, that belongs to me-I will tell you when you can touch it..."

I saw him smile when he heard me whimper in frustration.

"I'm going to teach you two things this weekend, Sweetie," he explained. "First, by the time you go to work Tuesday morning, you're going to be an expert at sucking cock..."

He chuckled when he saw me cringe.

"And..." he continued. "...you'll be well on your way to learning self-control...right now, every time your little dick gets hard you expect instant gratification-we are going to change that...just because you have an erection it doesn't mean you're entitled to an orgasm-you won't like it at first, but I guarantee that when I do allow you to cum, your climax will be so powerful that you will drop to your knees and thank me by kissing my feet!"

He can't be serious, I thought. That will never happen!

I watched him step into his boxer shorts and pull them into place. He then took the paper bag and emptied its contents onto the sofa. He carefully laid the panties out in a row.

It was one thing to keep my panties hidden away in the bottom drawer, and something entirely different to see them spread out side-by-side on his sofa. He took the panties I'd been wearing and placed them next to the other ones.

If he was trying to embarrass me he was accomplishing his goal. The sheer and sexy panties mocked me just by the sight of them on his sofa. They seemed so out-of-place-so silly, that for a split-second I couldn't believe they were mine, much less that I used them to masturbate with.

"Sweetie, I noticed something odd this afternoon when I put them in the bag..."

Uh-oh-now what? I wondered.

"...all of your cum stains are on the front of the panties...I mean, if you wrapped them around your prick when you beat-off, the stains would be spread-out evenly-front AND back...from what I can see, to get stains only on the front you'd have to be wearing them when you cum...I'm somewhat confused, Sweetie-just how do you masturbate?"

I wanted to find a hole to crawl into and die. This was so private-so personal that I rarely even thought about it much less discuss it with anyone.

"I-I, uh, well-you know-"I stammered. I was grateful when he interrupted me.

"Oh my God!" he said. I saw a look on his face that told me he'd figured it out. "You don't even touch your dick, do you? You lie on your stomach and grind it against the mattress, don't you?"

He made it sound so dirty and depraved that tears welled in my eyes. My face was burning with shame.

"Sweetie, that's how little boys discover their tiny dicks aren't just for pissing...you never outgrew that phase, did you?"

I was vanquished. In a lifetime of embarrassing moments, this was by-far the worst. Knots formed in the pit of my belly. I thought I was going to be sick.

He took me in his arms and pulled me close. I hid my face in his chest. I held onto him for dear life. He tenderly stroked my hair.

"Sweetie," he whispered in my ear. "That was your 'old' life...I'm going to help you...I'm going to teach you everything that a boy like you needs to know..."

Oh my God, there it is again-that phrase I'd heard so many times in my life-those words that caused me to doubt myself and make me feel as though I was different from other guys my age.

'A boy like me'-what the hell does that mean?

"Sweetie," he said staring intently into my eyes, "...I'm going to teach you to accept and embrace who you are...instead of feeling shame for your thoughts and emotions, I will teach you to be proud of who you are..."

I already know who I am-sure, maybe I'm not a 'normal' guy, but I'm certainly not the freak that he seems to think I am!

"...and we will work together on this...you will face your demons and you will conquer them-I will help you climb out of the darkness so you can live your life free from restraints and inhibitions and live openly and totally unashamed of the real you!"

Icy cold shivers ran up-and-down my spine. I couldn't breathe. I was paralyzed with a fear I'd never before known. 

HE'S CRAZY! WHAT THE HELL IS HE TALKING ABOUT? I'm here for the weekend-three-days at the most. He makes it sound like we'll be together forever! 

I timidly searched his eyes for insanity, but saw only tenderness and concern. I shivered again...there was no doubt in my mind he was serious, but I had no clue or idea on how to react to his crazy words.

The intensity was too much; it felt like I was suffocating.

"I-I have to take a piss," I said, which was true, and it would also put an end to this terrifying, deeply personal moment.

He lightly brushed my hair, kissed my forehead then took my hand and led me to the bathroom. He held my hand the whole way there.

I saw the toilet seat down so I reached to raise it.

"No, I want you sitting," he said. "Sweetie, men piss or take leaks-a boy like you 'pees.'"

Tears came to my eyes. WHAT IS HE TRYING TO DO TO ME???

I was naked, sitting on a toilet while a man I'd known for just a few weeks stood and stared at me. I lowered my head and let go a torrent of piss. This wasn't real-I prayed to God this wasn't happening.

Something to the right of me caught my eye. I looked over and saw a porcelain bowl, almost like a small urinal.

I heard Danny chuckle then he said: "That's a bidet...do you know what it is used for?"

I slowly shook my head.

"My lovers squat over the bowl and wash my semen from their pussies...very soon I'll be teaching you how to use it."

Huh? What on earth is he talking about? His lovers use it to wash their pussies? I thought he was gay? 

He suddenly said, "I'll be right back, Sweetie-don't forget to wipe when you're finished."

He saw the puzzlement in my eyes and explained.

"From now on, Sweetie, you will sit to pee...when you're done, you will use tissue to wipe any excess urine from your pee-slit-do you understand me, Sweetie?"

This was too bizarre-this was so outside the realm of my understanding all I could think of saying was "I-I understand, Darling."

Yes, John, this is crazy, I told myself when he left me alone, but you have to keep it together! You have to be mentally tough...he's playing mind-games with you-just do as he says and play along and three-days will be over before you know it!

The vanity area outside the bathroom lit-up. Danny had the panties in his hands then placed them on the counter next to the sink. 

I finished peeing, took two squares of toilet tissue and dabbed them against my slit. I stood, flushed the toilet then washed my hands. 

I chuckled to myself, Sure, Danny-I'll play along!

I was losing my self-consciousness about being naked. I stood beside him, looked at the pile of panties and saw the bar soap and generic plastic squeeze-bottle with what appeared to be laundry detergent.

I froze! My heart pounded as my body violently trembled and shook! My eyes grew wide; bells and whistles went-off in my head.

Then a voice was pleading; I heard it crying-begging for mercy. It was my voice:

"Please don't make me do this, Momma-please, I'll be good-I promise I won't do it ever again-PLEASE MOMMA!?"

"Honey, it's for your own good...you can't keep taking our panties and using them for your own self-gratification..."

"BUT MOMMA-"

"Your sisters and I will never mention this to anyone-believe me, Sweetie, we're all a little concerned- perplexed, by your, uh, unusual method of relieving yourself..."

"Please, Momma..."

"Darling, this is for your own good...maybe this will cure you of your problem...from now on, we'll save our panties and twice-a-week you will stand here and wash them for us...do you understand me, Sweetie?"

"Sweetie, I asked if you understood."

It was Danny's voice. I hadn't heard what he said.

"I, uh, huh? I'm s-sorry, Darling-what did you say?"

"I said, 'twice a week you're going to stand here and clean your panties', now do you understand me, Sweetie?"

OH MY GOD-HOW COULD HE KNOW ABOUT THIS?? HE CAN'T-HE CAN'T POSSIBLY KNOW ABOUT THIS-RELAX-BREATHE-IT'S A COINCIDENCE!! HE DOESN"T KNOW ANYTHING!! OH MY GOD...

He stood behind me and wrapped me in his arms and kissed my cheek.

"Sweetie, you're trembling...you're safe here with me...don't you worry your pretty little head about anything, I'll take care of you, okay Sweetie?"

His words were meant to calm and soothe my nerves, but they had the opposite effect. 

What is happening here? 'I'll take care of you?' What does that mean? Why is he saying these things to me?

He leaned over me and plucked my red panties from the counter. He ran the smooth nylon over my chest; he kissed my neck and lightly nipped at my earlobe. My penis began rising. When he pinched my nipples my prick stood at full attention; he took the panties and wrapped them around my prick and slowly stroked my erection.

"You've been a good boy today," he whispered in my ear, "...you deserve a reward..."

He removed his hand from my prick. I groaned in disappointment. 

"Don't worry, Sweetie, I'm going to give you the best orgasm of your life!"

He opened a drawer on the vanity and brought out a white case. He unzipped the case and when I saw its contents my breath caught in my throat.

Are those what I think they are? I asked myself.

I stared at the three black, long, cylindrical rubber tubes. They were smooth yet very firm. Each one had a flared end that strongly resembled a man's cockhead. 

Danny took the smallest one in his hand and showed it to me up close. 

"This is six-inches long and three-quarters-of-an-inch in girth...you're going to love this, Sweetie...hold on to the edge of the counter...yes, that's good...now move your legs back-keep your hands on the counter-yes, good...now spread your legs wide-no, wider-yes, perfect!"

I had mindlessly obeyed his instructions until I found myself in what I considered to be an extremely obscene position: bent-over at the waist with my legs open as far as they would go, my weight supported by my hands on the counter.

I had seen enough gay porn to know this was how men positioned their boys when they wanted to fuck them in the ass. 

Oh my God-oh my God-oh my God...

Danny playfully slapped my buttocks then reached in the drawer and produced a jar of K-Y jelly. 

"D-Danny-I mean, Darling, I don't know about this...please, I, uh, I've never done anything like this...Darling, please..."

"Sweetie..." he said softly, "...I will never do anything to harm you...anything I think you can't handle...do you trust me, Sweetie?"

It was a question with only one correct answer.

"Y-Yes, Darling," I said softly, "...I trust you."

I stared into the mirror before me and saw him standing behind me: The rubber tube in one hand, as he coated it with lubricant with the other. 

I closed my eyes and rested my head on my hands and waited. I resigned myself to my fate. 

He's already had his finger inside me a couple of times, I told myself. This won't be so bad.

I felt the tip of the tube press against my anus. It was slick with jelly. He slowly, and very gently, massaged my anus with it. I took a deep breath when he increased the pressure. I tried to keep myself open for him, but my sphincter instinctively tightened.

"You need to relax, Sweetie," he said.

I tried to loosen myself, but my sphincter had a mind of its own.

Without warning, he pinched a buttock hard-a surprised yelp escaped from my mouth, and in one smooth and persistent motion, he pushed the head of the rubber cock inside me. 

He didn't wait for me to get comfortable. He kept pushing it deeper inside my asshole. I held my breath until it was all the inside me. For a moment we both stood very still. 

I was pleasantly surprised how quickly the small amount of pain I'd felt went away. Now all I felt was some discomfort at having this foreign object deep inside me. 

I concentrated on my breathing; I slowly inhaled then exhaled, and I found the discomfort had vanished as well. 

Then I felt it moving inside me. He slowly withdrew it until just the flared head was inside me, then he pushed it back inside my asshole. My prick jumped and twitched; I began experiencing brand new sensations-sensations that caused my head to begin floating on clouds. My mind fogged-over.

OH MY GOD-THIS IS INCREDIBLE!!

My hips began to move on their own volition. I heard him chuckle behind me but I didn't care. I began pushing my hips back to meet his thrusts.

"OH GOD YESSSSSS..." I cried out when he wrapped the panties around my prick and began stroking me.

The semen and sperm were churning in my balls. I gasped for air; drool escaped my open mouth and covered my hands. Then, suddenly his hands stopped moving.

"NNOOOOOOOO-PLEEEZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ," I whimpered in protest.

"Sweetie, I want you to control your own movements-I'm going to keep my hands still-it's up to you to finish..."

His hand continued holding and squeezing my throbbing prick, and he held the rubber cock firmly inside my asshole. I knew exactly what he wanted of me.

I began grinding and thrusting my hips. I rotated and moved my hips forward until the rubber cockhead was just inside my entrance, then thrust my hips backward until I was totally impaled on that wonderful cock. I found when I did it just right, my prick would glide thru his panty-covered hand and magical sparks of electricity ran thru-out my entire body.

I'd never felt anything like this before. I grunted and groaned with exertion. He was completing my humiliation by making me take charge of my own orgasm. It was both appalling and thrilling. 

He was bringing out my inner animal-lust; making me show him just how sexually depraved I could be. I was essentially using his hands for masturbation and I didn't give a damn. All I wanted, needed, was to climax into the panties.

His hands remained still as I frantically used them for my own pleasure. My inhibitions were gone. I didn't care how I appeared before him; it didn't matter that my guard was dropped, and he had a clear view into my soul.

I had never allowed anyone to see me like this. I was exhilarated. It was as though a huge and crushing burden had been lifted from my mind and body; that I'd been freed to do and say whatever I thought and felt. It was glorious.

I heard him say something. I opened my eyes and looked at him in the mirror. He repeated himself. I nodded my head.

I became wonderfully uninhibited. I rammed my ass back onto the rubber cock, and furiously slid my prick between his grasping fingers. I was free to take my pleasure anyway I wanted.

My movements became hurried; I was close. The heat was intense; sweat dripped from my forehead. Then it started.

It is always the second or two before ejaculation that is absolutely mind-blowing. When you suddenly stop, and become very still just as your body begins to shake, and your mind explodes.

"I'MMM-CUMMING-DARLING-I'M-CUMMING-IN-MY-PANTIES-DARLING-I'M-CUMMING-IN-MY-PANTIES-I'M-CUMMING-IN-MY-PANTIES-I'MCUMMINGINMYPANTIESI'MCUMMINGINMYPANTIEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS..."

He was right-it was the most fabulous orgasm I'd ever experienced. My entire body tingled as I fought to control my breathing. 

He removed the panties from my deflated prick and presented them to my face.

"Sweetie, you've made quite a mess in your panties," he said, "clean these first...use your tongue and lips..."

Huh? Really? I looked at the panties; he'd trapped all of my juices in the folds and he now expected me to taste my own cum.

This wasn't a request-it was an order. He pinched my nose closed, and when I opened my mouth to protest he quickly shoved the panties into my mouth.

"Whenever you cum in your panties, this is how you will clean them...now be quick about it, I'm going to run a bath for you."

My tongue began licking at my cold cum. I swallowed what I could. It never ceased to amaze me how quickly hot cum turns cold. 

I heard Danny filling the bathtub while I worked on the panties. My tongue was thickly coated with my own semen. It wasn't as gross as I thought it would be.

"Okay, Sweetie, use the soap and clean all your panties...there's a line hanging over the Jacuzzi-hang the clean panties there to dry."

I took the panties out of my mouth and began the ritual of washing them-a ritual I knew all too well.

My hands trembled as my mind was lost in confusion. This surely had to be a coincidence-no one outside my mother and sisters knew about my panty-washing at home.

Danny returned and stood behind me watching my every move. He was close enough I could feel his erection poking my buttocks.

"Good boy," he said, "you're almost finished..."

Then his hand was between my legs, he took hold of my new erection and squeezed.

"You really do love the feel of your panties, don't you Sweetie?"

I was too embarrassed to answer him; he didn't seem to care.

When I hung the last pair on the line to dry, he kissed my forehead and said, "Good boy" one more time.

He took my hand and led me into the bathroom. 

"Stand still," he said as we stopped next to the tub. "Time for your bubble-bath...but first, see that container over there? [I nodded.] Use two capfuls from now on when you run your bath yourself."

"Yes, Darling," I said as if it were an ordinary request.

He took another bottle and spread its contents onto a wash cloth. 

"Normally, you will apply this 'conditioner' before you enter the tub..."

I thought he was going thru an awful lot of trouble just for three-days. Once I'd fulfilled my part of the deal, I'd still have to give him handjobs for 60-days, but I didn't think it would this elaborate.

He began running the washcloth over my legs. Whatever he was using made my skin tingle. It wasn't unpleasant until he reached my crotch. The tingling became a slight burning sensation.

"Raise your arms," he instructed.




Danny Darling Ch. 04



He poured more 'conditioner' on the cloth and washed both my armpits. Once again there was slight irritation. He applied more 'conditioner' and smeared it over my chest. When he massaged my breasts and nipples with the cloth my nipples became hard as little points.

"Okay, Sweetie-climb in the tub."

It felt sooo good when I lowered myself into the hot water. The aroma from the bubble bath was kind of girly, but I enjoyed it nonetheless.

He then used the wash cloth and bathed me. It was silly and embarrassing to be bathed by a grown man, but I kept my mouth shut. I had agreed to obey him; I couldn't back out of this now.

"Remember how I'm doing this," he said. "You'll take a bath twice-a-day on your own, and I'll expect you to follow this routine."

Once again it seemed kind of silly since I'd only be here for the weekend.

No big deal, I told myself. I'll humor him.

"Okay-we're finished," he abruptly announced and he pulled the plug to allow the bathwater to drain. "Stand up, you still need to wash your hair, but you'll use the shower spray for that."

I didn't notice at first, but when the water got low enough in the tub I began seeing strange little hairs flowing down the drain. 

Where did those come from? I wondered. 

I casually glanced at my crotch, looked away, then my eyes suddenly darted back to my genitals.

OH MY GOD! What happened to my pubic hair?

Danny ran his hand over my chest and breasts and said, "That's much better...a boy like you should always be hairless."

My chest hairs were gone too! I raised my arms and saw my pits were hair-free, as well, as were my legs and arms! I was speechless! I suddenly felt very vulnerable; exposed. 

I didn't have much body hair to begin with, but it was what separated me from girls. When I wore panties, my unruly pubes reassured me I may have a strong feminine side, but deep down I was still a man.

"Sweetie, I think you'll find wearing panties now will be that much more erotic and arousing for you," he said as he explained away the shock he saw in my face. "As a-matter-of-fact, I think you'll look sexy wearing a brassiere, stockings and a garter belt, too...what do you think, Sweetheart?"

I glanced down at my chest. He had worked my nipples to hardened points and it alarmed me to see them now. They had been surrounded by a small forest of light brown hair, but now, hair-free, they stuck out just like I remembered my girlfriend's nipples. They looked rather long for a guy. Even my breasts themselves had definition; resembling a young girl's budding breasts.

"We're going to work on those, Sweetie, so you really will need to wear a bra," he said.

This guy's crazy, I thought. I'M ONLY HERE FOR THREE DAYS, DAMMIT!!

He had me wash my hair and when I was done he made me clean the tub until all the hairs had disappeared. He handed me a towel and I dried myself. It was a different sensation without any body hair. 

I felt very feminine, and it scared me.

The panties weren't completely dry yet so he led me by the hand to the large mirror in the living room. He took me in his arms, held me close and kissed my lips. I was naked and felt very small against him.

His erection pushed out the material of his boxers and pressed against my flat stomach. I knew what he would have me do next, but waited for his command.

He kissed me and pinched and pulled on my nipples until my small prick became hard yet again. 

He smiled down at me and said, "Get on your knees and suck my cock, Sweetie."

I wondered how many times I'd hear him say that over the weekend. As it turned out, I lost count of the number of times he told me to do that. 

His strength and stamina, not to mention his recuperative powers amazed me. I was constantly on my knees in the living room, or kneeling between his wide-split legs on his bed.

If I had to guess, I would say I sucked him off at least eight times each day. He was more than twice as old as me and still had no problem getting an erection.

On the last day, he said, "Today, when you suck me you'll use only your mouth...you will reach around and hold my buttocks in your hands, but it will be up to your lips and tongue to make me cum."

Making him cum using only my mouth proved to be a greater challenge. With the use of my hands I felt as though I was in control of the situation, but with only my mouth, well, I was just a face he was fucking; he taught me how to grip his cock with my lips and to where on his flesh my tongue should be. 

He was in total control. When I could use my hands it felt like I was making love to his cock. This way seemed dirty and degrading, especially when he'd grab my ears, hold my head still, and thrust his cock deep in my mouth. He would slow the pace for awhile then without warning begin to wildly ram his cock in-and-out of my captive mouth. 

I was no longer a person, a human being; I was his fuck-toy with only one purpose. I was simply a receptacle for his lust and, much to my surprise-I soon loved being his fuck-toy. Not only did it take longer, but it seemed so depraved my balls ached and my prick jumped and twitched with every hard thrust of his penis into my helpless mouth.

He said such dirty things to me I was in a state of arousal most of the weekend, too. 

He called me 'my little faggot cocksucker' and 'cunt-boy' and 'my panty-wearing-sissy-bitch' and other derogatory names, as well. At first the name-calling made me both mad and sad, but I soon realized it wasn't personal, that it was part of his head-games to condition me into accepting my new role.

But, true to his word, he provided me with the best orgasms of my life!

Each time he allowed me to cum, I was made to bend over like he was going to fuck me in the ass, but he always used one of the rubber cocks instead. 

By the third day, I had 'graduated' to the biggest one. It was still smaller than his own cock, but it was big enough to cause me great consternation at the start, then provided me with mind-blowing orgasms that had me yelling and screaming for more.

I wondered if I'd ever be able to cum anymore without something long and hard in my ass.

When I wasn't on my knees he'd have me sit on his lap. He would reach around and caress my breasts and nipples. He squeezed my nipples hard and pulled on them until I cried out in pain. That didn't stop him though: he would twist and pinch and pull for another 5-10 minutes. 

My breasts and nipples became super-sensitive, and when I looked down, my nipples appeared to quite a bit longer than they had been. I swear they're now a full-inch when they get hard.

On the last night he took me into his computer room; a converted bedroom.

He fired-up the desktop and had me sit and go to Dullard's website. My asshole was slightly sore from largest rubber cock, and I squirmed on the soft chair. 

He chuckled, kissed my head and said, "You'll get used to it..."

He still talked as though ours would be a permanent relationship. I never protested or objected. I knew I had two-months' worth of handjobs I owed him, and, quite frankly, it wouldn't bother me at all if he used my mouth instead of my hands, but after that I would be free from him.

I wanted to get on with my life and find a nice girl to settle down with.

"Go to the lingerie department," he told me when I had my company website on the screen.

My penis became erect inside my panties when he had me scroll thru the babydoll nighties. He had me stop when we saw a girl wearing a sheer red nightie with matching red panties and a red lace bra, white nylon stockings and a lacy, white garter belt.

He was standing beside me, and I saw his cock expand to its full length inside his boxers. I couldn't resist the urge to give his hard-on a squeeze thru his shorts.

"I want to see you wearing this outfit," he said softly. He leaned over, ran his hand up-and-down my panty-encased erection.

"Will you do that for me, Sweetie? Will you get this outfit and wear it for me?"

Pre-cum was staining my panties. I was trembling with excitement. The idea of wearing the outfit for him was dirty and sexy and made my prick throb.

"Y-Yes, Darling," I stammered. I could order it online but when I saw the price I knew I couldn't afford to buy it. I was hoping he'd say he'd pay for it. There was a long silence.

"D-Darling?" I said.

"Yes, Sweetie?" he replied.

"I-I don't have the money to buy the outfit," I confessed to him.

I heard him chuckle then say: "Sweetie, you're a very resourceful boy-I'm sure you'll think of something-I want to see you wearing it tomorrow night, okay?"

"Uh, um, okay Darling..." I replied.

He shut-off the computer and took my hand.

"Let's go to bed early tonight..." he said. "...picturing you wearing that outfit is making my blood boil...Sweetie, reach into my shorts and hold my balls on the way to the bedroom!"

His command made my prick ooze pre-cum, staining the front of my sheer yellow panties.

"Y-Yes, Darling," I answered as my hand slid into his shorts and found his heavy ball sac. 

His balls were swollen with cum. I absolutely did not understand how he could achieve this feat after the weekend we'd had.

"Sweetie," he said, "I have a surprise for you-your car is ready-you'll drive yourself to work tomorrow!"

"OH? Uh, okay, thank you, Darling," I answered. 

Wild thoughts and ideas immediately flooded my mind. 

Wow! I told myself. I could be free of him very soon, I mean, tomorrow is payday, maybe I could sneak out of my apartment at night, and move into one of those weekly motels until I found an apartment I could afford.

A rush of adrenaline surged thru-out my body. My spirits soared. I reached into his boxers with my other hand and took hold of his erection and lightly stroked it.

He had two different lights in his bedroom. The regular white bulb, and a bedside lamp with a red light bulb. When he switched on the red light-I knew I was in for a long session between his legs.

In the morning, when the alarm went off and after I gave him his wake-up blowjob, we showered together. I was hoping he'd finger-fuck me while he stroked my prick, but that didn't happen. He said he didn't want me to be late for work.

That was fine. I was riding a natural buzz; I felt exhilarated; I was a new man; I would soon be out of this peculiar arrangement.

I was naked as we went to the living room. He'd washed my work clothes and they were on the chair. I picked-up my black, string bikini briefs but he stopped me.

"Not yet, Sweetie," he said, "I have something I want you to wear today-come with me!"

My brow furrowed as he led me to the vanity outside the bathroom. What was this all about?

He opened a drawer and brought out a small, strange-looking contraption with thin chains. It was made of rubber, about three-inches long and an inch-and-a-half around.

I watched him open a bottle of baby oil.

"You're going to wear a butt-plug for me, Sweetie," he announced.

My mouth dropped open as I watched him coat the rubber plug with oil.

A panic washed over me when he told me to assume my 'fuck position' like I did when he used the rubber cocks on me. I did as I was told.

He gently worked the plug past my anus until I felt the flat, back-end of it on my buttocks. He then wrapped the chain around my waist. His hand was on my scrotum; he forced my balls forward then wrapped the chain tightly to my soft flesh.

I heard a soft 'click' and he said, "You can stand now."

The plug in my ass gave me an erection and he chuckled and squeezed it.

"W-What is this?" I asked. "W-Why-"

He interrupted me.

"Sweetie, this is for your own good...I don't want you getting any crazy ideas in that pretty head of yours...look down here, Sweetie..."

He held my scrotum and I saw the small chain wrapped snugly around it then I saw the lock. 

The hair on my neck stood straight-tears came to my eyes; my whole body began to tremble with a fear so strong I thought I'd have a heart attack.

"I have the only key to this lock...now go get dressed!"

I went thru the motions of dressing without realizing what I was doing. I'd never felt so thoroughly alone and defeated.

He gave me the car keys and said, "Don't forget, Sweetie-I want to see you in that sexy outfit tonight!"

He kissed my lips. I was in such a state of shock he had to gently push me out the front door.

I drove to work in a trance.

This is all a dream, I told myself. This is so strange and weird I have to be dreaming. 

Wake up, John-WAKE UP!!

I noticed the car ahead suddenly slow down and I had to slam on the brakes. My car stopped inches short of hitting the car in front of me.

Everything became bright-the sunshine was blinding. I was breathing heavily and squirming on the seat trying to find a comfortable position. My prick was hard as a rock as the butt-plug seemed to go deeper inside me.

I began to cry. I felt sorry for myself and let the tears flow down my cheeks.

How did this happen to me? A week ago I had a nice little life. Not much money, but I didn't need much. I had everything I wanted. 

How did this happen to me?

It took a couple hours but I finally became accustomed to the butt-plug, and when I was able to concentrate on work, my erection subsided.

I stocked a shipment of perfume all morning. I was fast and efficient-I needed to get to the lingerie department and figure out what I was going to do. How I was going to get 'the outfit' out of the store.

After lunch, I went to the lingerie stockroom and located the items I needed.

Contrary to what Danny thought, it wasn't really an 'outfit.' All the items were sold separately and were in different areas of the stockroom. 

I had already come to the realization the only way to get them out of the store was to wear them under my clothes. Risky, yes, but the real problem was having to strip-off my shirt and slacks to put-on the garments.

I finally caught a break. It worked out perfectly.

Just before 3pm, Mrs. Nelson told me she had an executive staff meeting she had to attend.

"Johnny," she said. "Millie is the only girl on the floor until Barb comes in at 5...I told her to call you in the stockroom if she needs anything...she will not leave the floor-I need you back here to answer the phone, okay? [I nodded] I'll be back in an hour."

With that she left me alone. I smiled at my stroke of good luck.

To ensure my privacy, I went out on the floor to talk with Millie. As I approached I admired her beauty and figure: she's about my age and size, and the cutest red-head I've ever seen.

"Hi, Johnny," she smiled when she saw me.

"Hi, Millie-everything good out here? Do you need anything?" I asked.

"No, not right now-you'll be in the stockroom, right? She asked, batting her pretty blue eyes at me.

"Yes, I will-give me a call if you want something, okay?"

"I'll do that, Johnny."

I returned to the stockroom and quickly gathered the garments I needed and went to the back, away from the door, behind a large rack of shelves. If I heard someone come in, I knew from experience I could quickly get dressed before they saw me. 

My heart pounded as I removed my shoes and socks. This was so, so wrong but I justified it by telling myself 'I have no choice'-Danny wants to see me in these clothes and I can't afford to pay for them-so what else can I do?

I stripped-off my shirt and slacks, took a deep breath, and peeled off my briefs. I was now naked, at work! I froze for an instant: oh no, did I hear something?

False alarm. I snatched-up the panties and slid them up my legs...oh my God they felt sooo good! My prick became semi-erect. 

Can't stop now, I told myself. Go-go-go...

I fixed the garter belt in place. I'd learned on the internet how it should be worn: you know-just natural curiosity.

I knew the stockings would be the most time-consuming. I sat on the step-stool, bunched the first stocking, curled my foot and toes until they were pointy, made sure the foot pad of the stocking was on the bottom, then carefully, very carefully began rolling the stocking up my leg. 

Oh my God, the sheer nylon felt wonderful on my hairless skin! I now had a full boner and had to adjust it inside the panties so it wouldn't peek out of the lace waistband.

I had a more difficult time with the second stocking. I couldn't get the placement just right, and my toenail was scraping the material. I didn't want to ruin the stocking so I went very slowly. I figured I was ahead of schedule and had plenty of time anyway.

Believe it or not, the most difficulty I encountered was when I tried to clip the top of the stockings to the garter belt. I couldn't concentrate; my hands and wrists kept rubbing against my hard prick. 

I must confess that every so often I squeezed and stroked myself thru the panties.

The tiny, lace brassiere in my hands seemed so fragile and delicate, and complicated. I stared at it with a sort of awe. I slipped my arms thru the straps and pulled it to my chest-oops-I had it on backwards!

That's okay, John, try it again...yes, that's better! 

But when I reached behind my back to fasten it I found my arms in such an awkward position I had trouble fastening the hooks. 

Oh my God! How do women do this? I had a flashback to the times I unfastened my old girlfriend's bras and remembered the troubles I had with those. Nine-times-out-of-ten, Amy had to unfasten it herself. My manual dexterity wasn't too good.

I could feel the perspiration on my forehead as I struggled with the hooks. My fingers began to tremble. I stopped, took a deep breath, found the small hooks then YES!! I DID IT!!

I was almost finished! All I had left was the nightie. My prick twitched and throbbed as I fondled the fabric of the bra. I looked down and congratulated myself on choosing the right size, 32A. 

My nipples were now throbbing and I took them in my fingers and tweaked and rolled them thru the lacy material of the red bra.

How did my nipples get so long? Oh my God that feels good! 

Quit playing with yourself-there's work to be done, John! I castigated myself. 

I picked-up the babydoll, made sure I was putting it on properly, slipped it over my head and smoothed it into place. 

I ran my hands from the nightie to the stockings. I groaned. It took all my strength not to masturbate right then and there.

Get going-you don't have much time, John!

I buttoned the shirt and looked for tell-tale bulges; except for very minor puffiness on my chest, I thought it was passable.

Without thinking, I quickly pulled on my slacks. When I saw my briefs lying on the shelf, I debated whether to strip the slacks off and wear them over the panties...no, I decided, I'll just put them in my pocket.

I did decide to wear my socks. The nylons were so sheer that I could easily fit into my shoes wearing both.

When I was fully dressed I took stock of my appearance. Except for the tiny bulge in my crotch, no one would be able to see anything out of the ordinary.

Between the butt-plug in my ass, and the sweet sensations the panties were giving me, I knew my erection would not go down any time soon. I adjusted my hard prick so it was pointing up instead of out, lowered my slacks until my belt was pressing against my dick, VOILA! The bulge in my crotch was no longer visible.

"Johnny, you back here?" I heard Mrs. Nelson.

Oh my-just in time!

"Ah, yes, Mrs. Nelson..." I answered.

"Those damn meetings are such a waste of time," she said as we came face-to-face. "Why are you sweating?"

"I-uh, it's kind of hot in here," I said, feeling a slight flush spread across my cheeks.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw my briefs still on the shelf-I'd forgotten all about them. My heart pounded and a lump formed in my throat.

"C'mon to my office and you can sign for your paycheck," she said then turned and walked away.




Danny Darling Ch. 04



I nonchalantly snatched the briefs from the shelf, stuffed them into my pocket and followed her out of the stockroom and into her office.

She sat at her desk and found my check in the pile.

"You know the drill," she said as she pushed the sheet of paper I needed to sign across the desk to me.

I bent over, signed the sheet and before I could take hold of the envelope she stopped me.

"What's that in your pocket?" she asked.

I looked down to where she was staring.

OH MY GOD!! I had carelessly balled-up my briefs instead of smoothing them flat in my pocket. There was a round, very noticeable bulge.

"Well, uh, you know, it's nothing really," I mumbled. 

"Show me what you have in there!" she said sternly.

"P-Please, Mrs. Nelson, I uh...I had an accident-I had to take off my underwear!" I blurted out.

A slight smile crossed her face.

"Oh, okay, I'm sorry to have embarrassed you, dear."

"Uh, that's alright," I replied, breathing a little easier.

"But you still need to show me before you leave...I am responsible for my employees and I wouldn't be doing my job if I just let you walk out of here."

OH MY GOD-OH MY GOD...

"P-Please, Mrs. Nelson, this is personal-this is embarrassing."

"SHOW THEM TO ME NOW, BOY!!"

Her tone of voice scared the hell out of me.

My hand was trembling like never before as I reached into my pocket and retrieved my briefs. I showed them to her.

She leaned across the desk and snatched them out of my hand. She examined them then held them by the waistband for both of us to see.

She smiled and said, "What cute little boy-panties...but I don't see anything wrong with them..."

"Well, uh...I, uh..." I mumbled.

"What are you wearing under your shirt-is that a brassiere?" she asked.

I thought I had already reached the depths of despair-that was nothing compared to how I felt at this moment.

"Boy..." she said, "...unbutton your shirt so I can see what you have underneath."

I bowed my head as tears welled in my eyes. I remained motionless.

Mrs. Nelson stood and came around the desk. She patted my back.

"Honey, do you want me to have Security come here and strip-search you?" she said in a menacing tone.

"N-No, p-please don't do that, Mrs. Nelson," I said in a high-pitched, quivering voice.

"Well then-UNBUTTON YOUR SHIRT AND OPEN YOUR SLACKS, YOU LITTLE WORM!!" she screamed in my ear.



Danny Darling Ch. 05



"UNBUTTON YOUR SHIRT AND OPEN YOUR SLACKS, YOU LITTLE WORM!!" she screamed in my ear.

I stood there stunned; frozen in place.

I couldn't believe the abrupt change in Mrs. Nelson's demeanor. The normally sweet, good-natured woman had never made even the slightest derogatory comment to me, and she certainly never raised her voice when she reprimanded me for mistakes in the workplace.

My trembling fingers finally opened the top button of my shirt. Her hands went to my belt and unbuckled it. I tried to push her hands away.

"Listen boy," she hissed in my ear. "If you don't move faster, I WILL call Security, and they WILL strip-search you, and they WILL check your rectum for stolen items---IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT, MAGGOT?"

My eyes bugged wide, and my face turned white as snow. Life as I knew it was over; I could never be the same after this.

"No---please, Mrs. Nelson---no...." was all I could say.

My hands worked faster on the buttons. I made no move to stop her from opening my slacks.

When I'd undone the last button, she immediately pushed the shirt off my shoulders and forced my arms thru the sleeves. She tossed the discarded shirt on the floor behind us.

"My Goodness! What have we here?" she gasped when she saw the red babydoll nightie and lace brassiere I was wearing.

I felt her fingers on the zipper of the slacks. She pressed her hand against my now-flaccid prick as she unzipped my pants. Once they were open, she forcibly pushed the slacks down my legs to the floor.

She turned me so I was facing her. She was a couple inches taller than me and I watched her eyes roam up-and-down my body. A strange grin spread across her handsome face. I was sure she'd been a very beautiful woman not that long ago.

"My-my---I knew you were a panty-boy, but all this? You're quite the little sissy-boy, aren't you?" she said.

The hard stare from her dark brown eyes scared the heck out of me. I remained silent. 

"I asked you a question---I expect to hear an answer...ARE YOU A SISSY-BOY?"

A single teardrop escaped my eye and rolled down my cheek. There was no denying it. I was wearing all the proof she needed.

"Yes, Mrs. Nelson...I---I am a sissy-boy...."

"Oh my..." she said, stroking my smooth, nylon-clad legs, "...and a hairless little sissy-boy, as well."

Her hand began stroking my buttocks. My prick rose to its full-length, tenting-out the panties.

"Heh-heh-heh..." she chuckled as she cast her eyes on my buttocks. "Is that a butt-plug in your ass? You have a lover, don't you? Tell me sissy-boy, did your lover make you wear the butt-plug today?"

My face went from ashen to glowing red. I was frightened out of my mind. I had no idea what she was going to do to me, but I figured if I was honest, and answered her questions truthfully, things might go easier for me.

"Y-Yes, Mrs. Nelson...my lover made me wear the butt-plug today."

Suddenly her fingers dove into the panties and wrapped themselves around my erection. She gave it a squeeze and slowly stroked it. I couldn't help but moan.

"I'm going to guess that your lover is a man, sissy-boy, no girl or woman would want a tiny penis like this inside her---it's more like a clitoris than a penis...is your lover a man, sissy-boy?"

I lowered my eyes and bit my lip then said, "No-no---of course not---my lover is a woman!"

How could I tell her the truth when I refused to accept it myself? 

She removed her hand from inside the panties. She took my dick in her hand thru the sheer material, and stroked it slowly. Her hand was skillful, I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. I could feel cum churning in my balls.

"Look at me, dear," she said softly.

I stared at her thru my watery eyes.

"Don't ever lie to me, boy...now, I'll ask you one more time: Is your lover a man?" she asked.

How did she know I was lying to her? Do I have the word 'GAY' stamped on my forehead?

My whole body suddenly shook. There was no way out of this---I would have to admit to her what kind of boy I am. 

"I, uh...yes, Mrs. Nelson, my lover is a man," I said softly, unable to look her in the eyes.

"And you're his bitch, right boy?" she said with a strong emphasis on the word 'bitch.'

"I...uh...oh, uh...I guess so," I said defeated; a single tear drop rolled down my cheek.

Her hand was driving me crazy. 

"So that makes you a faggot, huh?"

I blushed red and shook my head.

"No-no---I'm not like that at all!"

"Have you held his hard penis in your hands and masturbated him to climax?"

"Y-Yes...." I said, wondering how she knew I did that for Danny.

"YES WHAT, BOY?" she screamed.

"Y-Yes, Mrs. Nelson, I've masturbated his hard penis to climax."

"Have you taken his penis in your mouth? Have you sucked his cock, boy?" she said thru snarled lips.

I choked back a sob; hearing myself say these things out loud was surreal. "Yes, maam, I've sucked his cock."

"Has he cum in your mouth? Have you swallowed his cum?" her tone had softened; she stroked my hair with her other hand like a mother comforting her little boy.

In the meantime, her fingers on my dick were driving me crazy. I began moving my hips in rhythm with her hand. My prick was pulsating; my balls ached.

"Y-Yes, Mrs. Nelson...I have swallowed his cum...." I sadly admitted to her.

"So boy, sucking his cock and swallowing his load sure sounds like something a faggot would do...admit it boy, tell me you are a cock-sucking, cum-swallowing faggot? SAY IT OUT LOUD, BOY!"

The intensity was too much---I broke down and cried. 

"Y-Yes, Mrs. Nelson...I am a cock-sucking, cum-swallowing faggot...I'm sorry---I'm sorry I'm a faggot!"

"Sweetie..." she said calmly, "...never be sorry for who you are...a boy like you must learn to accept who he is...pure and simple: you were born to love men's cocks---the sooner you accept that fact and embrace it---the sooner you will be happy with your life!"

Mrs. Nelson removed her hand from my prick. My own hand instinctively replaced hers. I was desperate to cum. I began stroking my prick right in front of her.

She slapped my hand away and said in an even tone of voice: "Your man needs to teach you some manners---and self-control!"

She pulled open the front of the panties, her hand dived inside and held my balls. She fingered the chain and lock on my scrotum.

"Dear, you can stroke your tiny dick all you want but you'll never be able to cum...your man made sure of that by wrapping your ball sac the way he did---your little hamster-balls will not be able to contract---you're not going to have an orgasm as long as you're wearing that chain!"

HUH? WHAT DID SHE SAY? THAT CAN'T BE RIGHT! 

She returned behind the desk. She grabbed the envelope with my paycheck and placed it in the middle desk drawer. She brought out of the drawer a piece of paper.

My heart sank.

She sat back in the chair and looked me up-and-down. My prick was still poking the panties outward. I don't think I've ever felt this small and foolish in my entire life.

I saw her scribble my name and employee number on the paper.

"We'll mail your final check...."

Final check? Oh my God, she's going to fire me after all. For one brief moment, I thought she was going to give me a break.

"Of course," she continued, "...we're going to deduct the cost of your 'outfit' from the check---you can't very well return it after wearing it...have you stolen clothes here before? Tell me the truth!"

I couldn't look at her. I lowered my eyes.

"I, uh...yes...." I said.

"What did you steal?"

"Panties."

"How many?"

"Seven."

She was busy writing on the paper. She then used the calculator.

"We're going to deduct $295 from your final check," she said. 

She pushed the paper across the desk and said "Sign this."

With a shaky hand, I signed the paper.

She re-read the paper then spoke to me.

"You are being terminated for theft...you will not be eligible for unemployment benefits...you will never be hired by this company again, or any of its subsidiaries...do not use my name as a reference...do you understand all this, dear?"

"Yes, maam...$295 seems like an awful lot of money for those clothes. I mean, I won't be able to pay rent now...."

"You're lucky you're not going to jail...as for your rent, maybe your boyfriend would like a live-in bitch!"

I flushed red again.

"Get dressed---I'll walk you out the front door---you'd never make it thru the security check looking like this."

"Yes, Mrs. Nelson."

I was broken; defeated. As she walked me out of the store, we could both hear the sound of the chain and small lock beneath my clothes.

She smiled and said, "You know, I have a boy at home wearing an identical butt-plug as yours...of course, he has a much bigger penis than you have---he has a manly cock—not the tiny baby-dick you've got between your legs."

We were standing outside the store. She stroked my face.

"Sweetie, you are a very pretty boy, I can understand how a man could fall in love with you...has he fucked you yet?"

I cringed from the question.

"N-No..." I said, shaking my head.

She smiled and said, "Well, when you see him next, you may want to shake your little ass for him, then lower your panties and bend over...I think once he slides his cock into your virgin pussy, you'll have a home forever."

My VIRGIN PUSSY? Her crude words caused me to blush again.

"Good luck finding another job, dear...I don't know of any company hiring right now in this economy."

She winked at me and said, "See you around, sissy-boy." She walked back into the store.

I had to walk all the way around the building to get to my car. I was feeling extremely self-conscious. My prick was still hard, and the front of the panties was soaked with pre-cum and the stain had become visible on my slacks.

Once inside the car, I opened my pants and masturbated thru the panties. I was determined to prove her wrong about the chain preventing me from climaxing, but all I achieved was a serious case of blue balls; my nuts were swollen bigger than they'd ever been. I whimpered and groaned and finally gave up. 

I had a huge problem I needed to concentrate on: rent was due in two-days, and I didn't have the money for it. 

I sat in the front seat feeling helpless and lost. There was only one person in the world that could help me, but I didn't want to make the phone call.

Fifteen-minutes must have went-by before I used my cell phone and made the call.

"Hi Momma," I said when she answered. "I have a problem and I was hoping you can help me."

"Sweetie, you know I'll do anything for you---how have you been? Why didn't you call me over the weekend?"

"Momma, I, uh, was busy---sorry," I said. 

"What can I help you with, dear?" she asked.

"Momma...I need money---I don't have enough money to pay the rent, can you help me?"

"What about your job, dear? I know you don't earn much, but I thought I taught you better about saving your money."

"I...uh, lost my job today, Momma."

She sighed then said: "I had a bad feeling when you got a job in a Lingerie Department...what did you do, Johnny?"

Even though I was alone in the car, and she was a thousand miles away, I still blushed a deep-red.

"No-no, it wasn't anything like that, Momma---business is slow---I got laid-off," I lied.

"Uh-huh, sure...." she said. I could tell she didn't believe me.

"Please, Momma, can I borrow some money from you?"

"Dear, I don't have any extra money right now...sorry."

I knew she was lying to me. When my sister graduated from high school and left for college, my mother sold the house and moved into a condo with my youngest sister. I knew she had to have at least a couple hundred thousand in the bank.

"Momma, please---I don't know what to do...."

"Sweetie, you're a clever boy, I'm sure you've made a friend out there who could help you...maybe if you're extra nice, your friend will let you move in with him."

"Momma," I began to say, but stopped. I certainly couldn't tell her what my 'friend' had me do for him over the weekend.

The last thing she said before ending our conversation was "Call me when you work things out, okay dear?"

"Yes, Momma," I said dejectedly.

Just like this morning, I had a difficult time focusing on my driving. A million thoughts and ideas swirled about in my head, but only one of them seemed possible at this moment in time.

I heard Mrs. Nelson's voice in my head: "Well, when you see him next, you may want to shake your little ass for him, then lower your panties and bend over...I think once he slides his cock into your virgin pussy, you'll have a home forever."

I shuddered at the thought.

Then I heard my mother: "Sweetie, you're a clever boy, I'm sure you've made a friend out there who could help you...maybe if you're extra nice, your friend will let you move in with him!"

Move in with HIM? How did she know my friend was a HIM?

I wondered how it came to this. I was brimming with hope this morning. I felt like a new man. I had plans for the future. Then everything went downhill real fast.

It started when Danny made me wear the butt-plug and lock. It was like he could read my mind; like he knew I wanted to get away from him. Once he attached the lock to the chain on my balls, it was like he'd claimed ownership of me. He knew I would have to return to him to open the damn lock. 

Danny was standing outside when I parked the car. I saw him check his watch.

"Are you alright, Sweetie?" he asked when we were face-to-face. "Mrs. Nelson called...why did you think you could get away with stealing? You know, I'm the one who convinced her to give you a job---this is very embarrassing!"

Tears came to my eyes. 

"Y-You said you wanted to see me wearing the outfit," I said.

"Did I tell you to steal it?" he asked.

I thought back to what he had said to me.

"No...not in so many words."

"There you have it...c'mon, let's go inside."

He held my hand as we walked to his apartment. It felt normal and natural. I didn't care if anyone saw us holding hands.

Once inside he looked at me expectantly. What does he want now?

I sat on a chair and took off my shoes and socks. Then I unbuttoned and removed my shirt. I heard him gasp at the sight of the babydoll and bra. I quickly took off my slacks and stood before him in my 'outfit.' 

I must admit: when I saw the lust and desire in his eyes I felt special. He made me feel appreciated and wanted.

We stood before the mirror. We kissed and hugged. When he placed my hand on the front of his slacks, I squeezed and kneaded his erection. When I felt his hands on my shoulders ever-so-slightly applying downward pressure, I went to my knees and immediately opened his pants.

I yanked down his slacks and boxers; my nose was hit with his manly aroma. I groaned, leaned forward, wet my lips and stretched them over his glans. My tongue became busy lapping at his smooth flesh.

"Oh God, yes, Sweetie...I missed you today," he moaned.

If my mouth hadn't been filled with his incredibly hot and hard cock, I would have replied: I missed you, too.

I sucked him slowly, my tongue in constant motion. I wanted to give him as much pleasure as I could. I kept hearing my mother's voice in my head: "...maybe if you're extra nice, your friend will let you move in with him."

My prick was throbbing and my balls ached for release. I remembered what Darling had told me: "Your pleasure will come from my pleasure."

"You have learned well," he said to me. "...you are a wonderful little cock-sucker!"

I thought I'd get mad at him for saying that, instead, a strange new emotion washed over me---pride. I was proud that he loved what I was doing for him. 

It gave me a sense of purpose. I increased the tempo, and moved my head rapidly back-and-forth over his hard flesh. I stroked his shaft and caressed his balls. My man was close to cumming and I couldn't wait to taste his sperm and semen one more time.

With a fresh load of cum in my belly, my man led me to the vanity. 

He opened the drawer and removed a small leather strap. Then he produced the key to the lock that was dangling between my legs. In one swift move, he opened the lock, removed the chain, pulled the butt-plug out of my asshole then wrapped the leather strap around my scrotum. My swollen balls never had a chance for relief. 

He then removed the biggest of the three rubber cocks and held my hand and led me to the bedroom.

"Sweetie, you look sensational in your outfit!" he said with a wide smile on his face.

I beamed with pride and basked in the glow of his adoration.

He stood behind me stroking my buttocks. 

"Lower your panties," he commanded.

I shivered with excitement as I pushed the flimsy material down my legs and stepped out of them. 

"Bend over for me, Sweetie," he said. "...and show me your pussy!"

My prick twitched as another thrill ran up my spine from his lewd comment.

I knew what he wanted. I rested my head and shoulders on the bed then spread my feet apart as wide as they would go. I reached behind me and opened my asscheeks for him; like he had taught me to do. A rush of cool air hit my anus. 

I heard him chuckle and say, "Good boy."

He left me posed like that as he went to the bedside table and removed a tube of lubricant. When he returned, he stood behind me and coated the rubber cock with the lube.

As soon as he pressed it to my anus, I pushed my hips back until the flared head popped thru my rubbery ring.

I heard him softly chuckle, and once again he said, "Good boy!"

He held the dildo still, forcing me to do all the work. I rammed my hips backwards until the rubber cock completely filled me...then I moved forward until just the flared head was inside me.

He grasped my prick in his hand and squeezed. Shooting stars flashed by my eyes. I moaned and groaned like an animal. I wanted to cum so badly I would have agreed to do anything he wanted.

"Please let me cum, Darling---I need to cum...pleeeeezzzzzzzzzzz!!!!"

"Do you want the real thing, baby? Would you rather feel my hard cock inside you instead of this rubber-thing?" he asked.

Mrs. Nelson's advice rang in my ears: "Well, when you see him next, you may want to shake your little ass for him, then lower your panties and bend over...I think once he slides his cock into your virgin pussy, you'll have a home forever."

Not only that, but maybe he'll let me cum, too!

"Oh God, Darling---YES—YES—PLEASE FUCK MY ASSHOLE WITH YOUR WONDERFUL COCK...."

"Sweetie," he said calmly, "...men have assholes---boys like you have cunts and pussies---where do you want me to fuck you, baby---tell me where you want my hard cock!"

"OH GOD, DARLING---OH-MY-GOD---PLEASE FUCK MY PUSSY WITH YOUR HARD COCK---PLEASE TAKE MY CHERRY----I WANT TO FEEL YOUR HARD COCK INSIDE MY CUNT---PLEASE FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE...."

He removed the dildo and placed his swollen cockhead at my opening; he ran the glans up-and-down my crack teasing me with it; making me shake and tremble with a desire so strong, I reached between my legs, found his hard cock and guided it to my yawning pussy.

I worked the large head into my hole, took a deep breath then forced my hips backwards. There was some pain but it didn't matter. He had prepared me well by using the rubber cocks. His beautiful, wonderfully hard cock slowly filled my pussy.

"OH GOD---YESSSSSSSSSSS...." I hissed thru clenched teeth.

He grasped my hips and pulled me back to him until his cock was completely buried inside me. I could feel his wiry pubic hairs on my buttocks.

"OHHHHHHHHHHH," I groaned when he made his cock expand even wider.

"Sweetie, you are no longer a virgin---do you want me to go on---what do you want baby?"

"Fuck my pussy, Darling----PLEEEEEZZZZZZZZZZZZZ...."

With that he held my hips firmly, and began a slow, delicious fucking of my newly opened pussy. The heat from his cock drove me crazy with desire. He established a rhythm and I followed his every movement.




Danny Darling Ch. 05



His cock felt alive inside me. I could feel every ridge, every bump, every vein, and every nuance. It was far-and-away the most exciting moment of my life.

My scrotum swung wildly in mid-air each time he rammed his cock deep inside me; his own balls banged against my buttocks with every thrust. The sound his balls made when they slapped my flesh was so deliciously dirty I would have shot my load then-and-there if I'd been able.

He quickened the pace. I heard him grunting and straining to cum. 

Surely he'd loosen the strap around my scrotum now, and let me cum, I thought.

But he didn't. Instead, his wild gyrations told me he was there; and then I felt a man cum inside my pussy for the first time. His cum was hot and creamy. 

There was something different about him cumming in my pussy than my mouth. 

I suddenly felt like a girl instead of a boy. A man was using my pussy for his pleasure, and I was happy and grateful my cunt was able to milk his balls of his manly juices. I was proud of giving him pleasure.

I forgot about my own satisfaction---his orgasm was all that mattered to me.

He was breathing heavy above me. He still held my hips, and better than that, his cock stayed hard inside me. 

"Sweetie," he said between gulps of air, "Now I'm going to give you a fuck you'll never-ever forget!"

I was thrilled! 

"Oh yes, baby, please fuck me again, Darling," I moaned. 

My words spurred him on. He fucked me faster and harder the second time. 

Now I really felt like a helpless girl. He controlled my movements. He was in charge. He was the man and I was his bitch. He was giving me his cock and I was taking it like the good little obedient girl that I was.

On one stroke he pulled me so hard against him, his cockhead rammed into my prostate. I screamed with ecstatic pleasure. Never in my wildest dreams did I know being fucked by a man would feel this fantastic.

My head rolled side-to-side on the mattress. My mouth was drooling and my brain thought of nothing but the sound fucking he was giving me. I was whimpering and mewling with every stroke of his masterful cock. 

He fucked me a good ten-minutes more. I was nearly catatonic when I felt his hands loosen the strap around my scrotum. When he started to cum again inside me, he thrust into me so hard he hit my prostate again. 

My screams echoed thru-out the bedroom and the entire apartment. My prick spurted cum wildly in mid-air. My eyeballs rolled back in their sockets. My body shook so violently he had a difficult time holding me in place.

My balls had one explosion after another. It was like the 4th of July fireworks going-off inside my head. I was shouting incoherently. 

By the time our spasms subsided, and his cock went limp inside my pussy, and my balls had been completely drained, I clearly understood who-and-what I was. 

I thought of the phrase 'a boy like me'...I now knew for sure what that meant---of what kind of boy I really am. 

I already loved having his cock in my mouth, and now, he had just proven to me that, yes, without a doubt, I am a submissive faggot who loved taking it in the ass, err, I mean 'pussy.'

And quite magically, euphoric feelings of happiness and contentment washed thru my entire being.

After Darling taught me how to use the bidet to clean his semen from my pussy, he had me slip into a fresh pair of panties, and I sat on his lap on the sofa. My hand was snaked between us, inside his boxers, holding his balls. His arm was around me, holding me close. I'd never felt so safe and secure in my life.

The television was on, but we weren't really watching it. We were kissing and caressing one another. He was pulling on my breasts and nipples thru the sexy brassiere I still wore. I gently rolled his balls in my hand.

"Marcia said you told her you wouldn't be able to afford to pay rent," said Darling.

Marcia? I briefly wondered. He was talking about Mrs. Nelson.

"No, I don't have the money...she deducted the cost of, you know, the stuff I took from the store...when I do get my check there won't be enough to cover the rent," I admitted to him.

"Don't worry your pretty little head about anything," he said. "You're going to move in here with me...we'll move your things tomorrow."

It was an order---not a request! 

His forcefulness made my heart flutter and my prick twitch and jump inside my panties. His hand rested on my prick and soon caressed me into a full erection.

I had nowhere else to go---no other choice or options. A part of me was happy I'd have a roof over my head, and three-meals-a-day; another part of me was scared as hell at losing my independence.

"Sweetie, you're breaking-out in goose-pimples---do I frighten you?" he asked softly. He held me closer to him and stroked my flesh with one hand, while the other rubbed my prick thru the panties.

I rested my head on his chest and enjoyed his gentle hands.

"I, uh...no, well, maybe a little...." I admitted to him.

He smiled and kissed my cheek. The fingers of his hand began stroking my prick in earnest.

"Sweetie, I have very strong feelings for you---I only want the best for you---I want you to be happy," he said.

His hands were so strong and soothing. It felt wonderful to be pressed close against his flesh. My prick throbbed under his skillful ministrations.

"I think you have feelings for me, too, Sweetie, am I right about that?" he asked softly.

Oh my God---oh my God...having sex with a man is one thing, but to come out and openly tell him how I felt about him? Oh my God---oh my God....

"Darling, I, uh...uh, it's hard for me to say...." I said. 

The hand on my prick was driving me crazy. My balls were swollen again and began to ache. If I hadn't been wearing the damn strap around my scrotum, I would have already exploded inside my panties.

"You love me, don't you Sweetie? Don't be ashamed---I love you too...we belong together, Sweetie...tell me you love me---I want to hear you say 'I love you, Darling!"

I LOVE HIM? REALLY? He seems to know me better than I know myself. 

My body suddenly bucked and jerked as the strap prevented yet another orgasm.

Maybe I do love him...he's going to give me a place to stay...he just gave me the most fantastic orgasm of my life...I love the way I feel when he orders me to do things...he's taught me an awful lot in a short time...I do love being in his arms...and, he has shown me what kind of boy I am---how much I love it when I give him an erection---I love holding his balls---I love the feel of his hard penis in my hands---I love the warmth and smoothness of his cock in my mouth---I love it when I can make him cum in my mouth---I love the taste and texture of his cum---and now he's proven to me I love his cock in my pussy---I love the way he dominates me---I love how I feel so safe and secure when I'm with him---yes, I do love him---I want to be with him---I love him-I love him-I love him!!

"I love you, Darling," I said very softly.

He took my head in his hands and we stared into each other's eyes.

"Say it again, Sweetie---look me in the eyes and say it again."

I swallowed nervously, stared deep into his eyes and said, "I love you, Darling."

He kissed me then said, "Keep saying it, Sweetie---I love hearing you say it!"

I must have said, "I love you, Darling" at least a dozen times and after each one we kissed and gazed adoringly into each other's eyes.

Why did it take me so long to realize I loved him? I wondered. He's a wonderful man who loves me and is going to take care of me. 

"Sweetie," he said, breaking-off our sweet kisses. "This is how it will be from now on..."

I tried to focus on his words but my head was lost in a fog of lust, desire and love---I listened to him the best I could.

"I will take care of you---I will love and cherish you...I am the man of the family---I will provide everything you will ever need or want...your only responsibility will be taking care of our household...you will do all the cooking and cleaning...you will do our laundry...you will do the grocery shopping, and run whatever errands I tell you...will you do that for me, Sweetie?"

OH MY GOD---HIS HAND WAS MAKING ME ABSOLUTELY INSANE WITH LUST!! I WANT TO CUM, PLEASE LET ME CUM!!!

"Uh, oh...yes, Darling---I will do whatever you want me to do...."

He smiled. I never realized before what a beautiful smile he had. I loved his smile.

"Sweetie," he continued. "You already know how strong of a sex drive I have [I smiled and nodded in agreement]...when it comes to sex I'm going to use you like the girl that you are---you are my bitch now, and I expect you to obey me at all times, no matter what sex act I demand of you---you will immediately and obediently comply with my demands, will you do that for me, Sweetie?"

I couldn't believe how much more excited I became by listening to his dirty and depraved words.

"Yes---OH GOD, YES, DARLING!" I panted and gasped.

"I am your man---you are my girl...do you understand me, Sweetie?"

I was so desperate to cum he could have said "I am your man---you are my giraffe" and I would have agreed with him.

"Yes, Darling, you are my man and I am your girl!"

"Sweetie, you're shaking," he said, staring deep into my eyes, "...you must really love my hand fondling your little clitty...."

He must have seen something in my eyes because he immediately added, "Admit it, Sweetie, your clitty is way too small to be a penis, don't you think? It is more the size of an engorged clitoris---from now on we'll refer to it as your 'clitty', okay Sweetie?"

I know it's small, I thought. Everyone has always told me it's small...maybe IT IS a clitoris and NOT a penis!

"Yes, Darling, I love your hand on my clitty---I love you playing with my little clitty!"

"Good girl," he said then rewarded me with another sweet kiss.

"When we're alone, Sweetie, you're going to be my girl---would you like that, Sweetie? Do you want to be my girl?"

Huh? Didn't we already go over this? 

OH GOD---OH GOD---MY BALLS HURT SO MUCH---OH MY GOD THEY HURT!!!

"Yes, Darling, I want to be your girl---PLEASE LET ME BE YOUR GIRL, DARLING---PLEEEZZZZZZZZZ...."

He smiled and said "Good girl...I want to use your pussy again, Sweetie---would you like that?"

"Yes, Darling...oh God, yes, please fuck my pussy again!" I said breathlessly, even though I was slightly sore from the previous fucking.

"Let's move over to the loveseat, Sweetie---keep holding my balls..." he said.

It was awkward getting off the sofa with my hand in his shorts, but when we went to the loveseat he had me push down his boxers. He sat down naked, his manhood rising majestically upward.

"Shimmy out of your panties, Sweetie---wriggle your hips like a girl," he smiled.

It felt deliciously wicked as I slowly lowered my panties while my hips rotated and squirmed.

He took the panties from me and said, "Sweetie, I want you facing forward...place your legs on either side of me and squat over my cock...."

Oh my God how my clitty throbbed and my balls ached from his dirty command!

I had to raise my body to allow him access to my pussy. I felt his swollen glans poised at my entrance. 

"Look in the mirror, Sweetie, I want you to watch our love-making in the mirror."

Ten-feet straight ahead from the loveseat was the large wall mirror. When I stared at it I momentarily wondered who the effeminate sissy I was staring at was. I suddenly looked away with embarrassment.

"No, Sweetie..." he said, "...keep watching the pretty girl in the mirror...watch what she does for her man."

Oh my God, this was so intense!

"Reach down and hold my cock while you lower your pussy onto it."

I held the base of his shaft and shifted and squirmed as I pushed my pussy downward.

"OH MY...." I exclaimed when his cockhead entered me.

I watched in the mirror, fascinated, as the pretty girl steadily lowered herself until her man's cock was deeply embedded in her pussy. She had the sweetest expression of pure bliss on her face.

"Okay, Sweetie, are you ready to give me a good fuck?" he asked softly. "Remember Sweetie---a man's pleasure always comes first---you will receive pleasure by giving a man pleasure."

My head was swimming in lust and desire. My balls begged for release. His words made sense to me now...he had shown me how true his words were when I'd bent over the bed for him earlier. 

"Yes, Darling," I said, gasping and panting. "I'll give you a good fuck---I'll give you the best fuck you've ever had!"

"Ohhhh," I gasped again when he expanded his cock inside me.

"Your pussy fits me like a velvet glove, Sweetie...I love the way your cunt walls grip and squeeze my cock," he groaned.

"You may begin sliding your pussy up-and-down my cock, Sweetie!"

"Ohhhh God...yes---YES---THANK YOU, DARLING---THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME FUCK YOUR WONDERFUL COCK!!" I cried out as I slowly raised and lowered myself on his manhood.

The images in the mirror mesmerized me. I watched the pretty girl work hard at giving her man pleasure...servicing his cock like a good girl should...her eyes glazed-over as she stared back at me...a wondrous smile of unadulterated joy and happiness on her open mouth as she moved faster and harder up-and-down her man's cock.

The ache in my balls was more persistent than ever, but I knew his orgasm was much more important than mine. 

I closed and unclosed my pussy walls around his throbbing cock eliciting loud groans from deep within his throat. His sounds were music to my ears; his moans reassured me I was performing my duties well, and giving him as much pleasure as I could.

"You may unfasten the strap on your balls now, Sweetie," he grunted.

"T-Thank you, Darling," I hissed thru clenched teeth.

My fingers were trembling as I fumbled with the strap. I began whimpering in frustration by my failed attempts to free my balls.

Finally, I was successful---my balls were no longer trapped by the thick leather. Darling handed me my panties.

"Stroke your clitty and cum for me inside your panties, Sweetie---don't miss a drop of your precious juice!"

"Thank you, Darling," I cried when I wrapped the smooth fabric around my clitty and began to furiously move my hand up-and-down. 

My eyes became narrow slits but I was still able to watch the girl in the mirror feverishly work her clitty while she rapidly slid her pussy up-and-down her man's expanding cock.

It started as a dull ache in my scrotum until it grew and grew to the point where I was seeing stars before my eyes. I was holding back---my man hadn't cum yet---my pussy was on fire frantically sliding up-and-down my man's hard cock trying desperately to coax the orgasm from his swollen balls.

Then I heard him cry out and his strong hands grabbed my hips and moved me the way he wanted. I felt his first salvo of semen deep inside my open pussy. That is when I lost all control and my balls erupted like Vesuvius and emptied themselves inside the panties.

Our screams and shouts reverberated off the apartment walls. I watched the girl in the mirror violently shake as her man held her hips still and ejaculate stream after stream of his hot cum inside her tight little pussy.

I cleaned my clitty clean of semen. Darling took the panties from me and held them to my face.

"You've made a mess of your panties, Sweetie---open your mouth and clean them for me," he instructed.

When I obeyed he shoved the cum-soaked panties into my mouth. I immediately began using my tongue and lapped up my own semen off the smooth and sexy material. I wondered if this was now part of our routine.

We stood and he led me to the bidet one more time; his cum was oozing out of my open pussy and running down my legs. I was able to clean most of it from my cunt. In the meantime, I sucked the slick, wet panties until I was sure I had cleaned them of my cum.

A few days ago I would have been disgusted and horrified by performing these acts in front of another human being, but now, all I was doing was obeying my man...and I had totally accepted the fact that I would ALWAYS OBEY my Darling-man.

Later that night I slipped into his bed wearing only panties, Darling was naked. He had me kneel between his wide-splayed legs. His manly aroma immediately went to my head. 

For the first time I tasted the salty, dried sweat from a man's scrotum. I couldn't get enough of it as I licked his flesh until it was covered with my saliva. 

I wasn't able to get both his balls in my mouth at the same time. That frustrated me but he gently reassured me that he was content with me sucking one ball at a time.

When his balls were glistening wet, he pulled his knees back to his chest exposing his puckered anus. This wasn't anything new to me; my girlfriend Amy would do the same thing and have me lick her asshole before I ate her pussy. 

I licked at his opening then curled my tongue and pushed it inside him. With my face literally pressed against his open crotch, he instructed me how he liked the walls of his asshole licked. I did as I was told.

As my tongue glided up and down the sandpaper-like walls of his asshole, I heard him speaking above me.

"Sweetie, this is how you will begin every morning, and end most nights..." he said. "...you will suck my balls until you are told to eat my asshole...you will tongue-fuck my asshole until I tell you to suck my cock---do you understand me, Sweetie?"

I didn't dare remove my tongue from his asshole so I replied, "Uhhnnn-huhhhhh...."

My clitty rose inside my panties, but I was wearing the scrotum-strap again and I knew he probably wouldn't allow me to cum once I'd swallowed his load. That was okay with me, he was my man---I was his girl, and only his pleasure and orgasm mattered.

He awoke me very early the next morning and I dutifully knelt between his legs and performed our new morning ritual. 

By the time I'd swallowed several thick streams of cum, the front of my panties were soaked with pre-cum, but I was still wearing the strap around my balls and unable to cum myself.

He chuckled at my whimpering and said, "Sweetie, this is for your own good...later when we shower together, if you're a good girl, I'll allow you to bend over and offer me your pussy---we both know how much you love getting fucked hard in your tight little cunt."

"Yes, Darling," I replied. "Thank you, Darling."

"Sweetie," he said, "you still look tired, get some more sleep, I'll wake you later."

"Thank you, Darling," I said. The past few days had really worn me out and I was exhausted.

I awoke with a start, unsure of where I was. I rubbed my eyes and tried to shake the cobwebs from my head. My prick, I mean my 'clitty' was hard inside the panties and I instinctively reached down and stroked it. Then I felt the strap on my ball sac and gave up, there was no need to frustrate myself any further.

The only light in the bedroom was from the clock on the bedside table. It read 10:15; I switched-on the lamp by my side of the bed and looked around the room.

Very odd, I thought. There were no windows at all in the bedroom.

I went into the master bathroom to relieve myself. The toilet seat was down; I was about to raise it when I remembered his instructions. I pushed the panties to my knees and sat down on the seat. I was instantly reminded of my new subservient station in life. It didn't bother me as much as I thought it might. 

Besides, his admonition to me was fresh in my mind: "Sweetie, if you disobey or disappointment me in the slightest, you will lower panties and lie across my lap and I will spank you until you cry like the girl you are...."

I could vividly recall the painful spankings my father had given me, and I wanted no part of that. I would do my absolute best to not give Darling a reason to spank me.





Danny Darling Ch. 05



When I finished peeing, I dabbed a tissue at my pee-slit. 

In the bedroom, I saw a pink, silk robe lying on the end of the bed. I guessed he wanted me to wear it. Then I noticed pink, fuzzy slippers on the floor. I felt slightly uncomfortable trudging into the living room in my girly attire.

I saw my laptop and some of my clothes on the sofa, and a couple boxes of my stuff on the floor. 

I have more clothes than that, I thought. He must not be done yet.

The aroma of coffee came from the kitchen and I poured a cup and sat at the table. 

I immediately corrected my posture when I heard his words from the day before fill my head: "Sweetie, a good girl doesn't sit with her legs spread like that...," he'd said, "...either close them together, or if you must, you may cross them but only in the feminine way, with legs closed and your foot pointing downward."

It seemed to me there were a whole lot of rules for girls on how to behave, and not too many for boys.

A myriad of thoughts and emotions washed over me as I drank the coffee. 

On the one hand, it felt as though I was his prisoner, expected to obey his every command without question, or else suffer the consequences.

On the other hand, I'd never felt so relaxed and contented. I was no longer trapped in a minimum wage job; I didn't have to drive thru rush-hour traffic anymore, and the constant worrying over how I was going to pay rent, utilities and still have enough money to eat was gone. 

I thought: if all I have to do is cook, clean and the laundry for him, well, those are things I was taught to do well at home by mother, and I actually enjoyed doing them. 

As for this acting like a girl, and satisfying his seemingly insatiable sexual demands, well, I kind of like that, too. These past few days had been the most erotic, and exciting days of my life.

He'd given me the most mind-blowing orgasms I ever experienced---far from the little squirts my puny dick would produce when I beat-off in private.

I smiled as I sipped the coffee and stared-off into space. 

I'm happy, dammit! I never thought I would feel this emotion. For the first time ever I can honestly say that I'm happy!

Darling came thru the front door and I smiled and called out, "Good morning, Darling." 

I was truly happy to see him.

A grin spread across his face. He came to me, leaned over and kissed me on the lips. I kissed him back. He went to the sink and washed his hands.

"Sweetie, pour me a cup of coffee," he said.

"Yes, Darling," I replied.

And even though he was standing next to the coffee pot, and I was sitting, I gladly stood and poured him a cup and placed it next to mine on the table.

He sat down and said, "I'm impressed with your housekeeping skills---your place is immaculate!"

I frowned and said "I'm sorry I didn't help---I'll finish moving my stuff for you."

"Don't worry your pretty little head---it's all done...the boys from 2-D helped me," he said. "By the way, I told them you'd 'thank them personally' later this week."

I blushed. I was sure I understood what he meant by 'thanking them personally.' The very idea of it made my clitty go hard inside my panties.

I stood up and retrieved the coffee pot and refilled our cups. He noticed the bulge in my robe.

"Sweetie," he said, "it seems to me your clitoris is in a constant state of agitation when you're wearing those sheer panties...tell me, you only wore them when you masturbated, is that correct?"

I blushed and averted my eyes from him. 

"Well, uh, yes, Darling," I shyly said.

He seemed deep in thought then said, "Personally, I don't want to see you in cotton panties---you're too sexy to be wearing those things...I have noticed you don't have any all-lace panties...is there a reason for that?"

I swallowed hard and had to tell myself that he would say many personal things, and ask questions I would normally be too embarrassed to answer. Get over it, John, this is going to be your new life.

"They, uh, lace panties don't excite me as much as the ones I have...the material just isn't the same," I said, fighting hard to look him in the eyes.

He smiled and said, "Good! Then it's settled...you'll wear lace panties most of the day then change into your 'fuck panties' when I tell you!"

I flushed a deep red and he chuckled.

"This afternoon I'm going shopping while you clean the apartment...I'm sure you noticed most of your clothes are not here---I don't think they're appropriate for my girlfriend...I'm going to buy you a whole new wardrobe."

He must have seen the surprise on my face. He continued, "Don't worry your pretty little head, Sweetie...I want you to look feminine, but I don't want you to become a 'sissy-boy'...I'll get you clothes that I want to see you wearing."

"Oh---okay, Darling," I said, not sure of the difference between wearing feminine clothes, and not looking like a sissy-boy. "Thank you, Darling."

"Sweetie, let's take a shower then you can fix us lunch," he smiled and added: "Your hard clitty looks like it needs some attention...would you like to bend over for me and take my cock in your tight little pussy?"

His dirty words made me swoon; my hard clitty throbbed inside my panties.

"Oh, God, yes, Darling---I would love to pleasure you with my tight little pussy!"

The radio was tuned to my favorite station and I sang along with the songs as I cleaned the apartment.

I was wearing my old, navy-blue gym shorts with nothing underneath. It felt sexy to have my balls swinging unencumbered between my legs.

There was a lot of work to do---it was obvious that house-cleaning was not one of Darlings strong points. 

I was very happy there was something I could do for him besides providing him with sex. It made me feel useful. I was determined to be a productive member of this relationship.

I was glad he was gone a long time. It took me a long time to have the entire place spotless.

I was putting away the vacuum cleaner when he came thru the front door loaded with boxes. I momentarily froze when I saw they were all from Dullards.

"Merry Christmas," he said out loud and laughed.

I ran to him, kissed him, and asked," My goodness---did you buy out the store?"

He suddenly noticed the apartment. He whistled and said, "WOW---I've never seen the place this clean---what a great job, Sweetie!"

I beamed with pride. "Oh, it's nothing...." I said softly.

"Okay, Sweetie---time to open your presents!" he said then handed me the first box.

I must admit---it did feel like Christmas; my heart was pounding and I was all smiles.

The first box contained three pairs of jeans. I recognized the label, they were girl's jeans, but they weren't real girly.

"Thank you, Darling," I said as I kissed him.

The next box contained women's slacks and very short women's shorts. The slacks weren't too girly, but the shorts---oh my goodness!

I thanked and kissed him again.

The next two boxes were full of silk and satin blouses and halter tops. They were pink, white, red, yellow and black. I normally bought blue or green or other neutral colors. These were definitely girly, but I loved the feel of them in my hands and I knew they'd feel great against my soft skin.

This time when I thanked him, I threw my arms around him and pulled him close to me. Our kisses were deep and passionate. I felt his penis rising against my belly.

The next box was the biggest surprise. It contained four, very short skirts; white, pink, red and black. They instantly reminded me of the short skirts female tennis players wore.

"I want you to wear these around the house," he said. "I can't wait to see you bending over, and showing your panties!"

I blushed; not out of embarrassment, but because I found his idea rather exciting, too.

Next were the shoes: Pink sneakers, white sneakers, black loafers and white loafers.

I kissed him again and said, "Thank you, Darling."

He smiled and handed me another box.

Inside were at least a dozen pairs of lace panties. I was familiar with all the styles and brands since I used to unpack and stock them on the shelves. They looked sexy as hell, but as always, the feel of them didn't make my clitty hard like the sheer panties did, and I guess, that was his intention.

"Take off your shorts and put on the pink ones," he said in a husky voice. 

I obeyed and posed before him. I saw his slacks tent-out at his crotch. I smiled and kissed him; then gave his erection a quick squeeze.

Without him saying a word, I retrieved the pink skirt from the sofa, figured out how to wear it then pulled it up around my waist. I then found the pink halter top and pulled it over my head. The hem of the halter top ended just above my naval; for a brief second I wondered if he'd gotten the wrong size.

I placed my hands on my hips, girly-style. I swished my hips and it was fun watching the short skirt swing in the air. I went to the pink sneakers, bent over so he could see the panties under my skirt, and worked them onto my feet.  

When I stood and looked at him his eyes were wide as saucers, and I swore I could see his cock throb and expand thru his slacks.

I walked to him, gazing into his eyes. I took his hand and led him to the mirror. He took me in his arms and we kissed; he was hungry; passionate.

I broke our kiss and went to my knees. I caressed his erection thru his slacks for several seconds before I opened his belt. The sound of his zipper coming down made me hard inside the lace panties.

I worked his slacks and boxers down until his beautiful cock sprang into view. I cradled his balls in my right hand. Firmly grasped his shaft in my left hand; moistened my lips with my tongue then slid them over his purple glans.

I sucked him slowly at first. Savoring his aroma and listening to his moans and groans of pleasure; my tongue lathering his smooth hardness; never leaving his hot flesh.

My movements were calculated; unhurried. I wanted to give him a prolonged, sweet, erotic cocksucking he'd remember for a long, long, time. 

And now that my mouth was accustomed to his length and girth, I absolutely loved having a hard penis in my mouth. The taste of his pre-cum, and the fragrant aroma from his crotch sent me spiraling into a deep, hypnotic trance where I wanted to remain forever.

The only sounds in the room came from the wet, slurping noises from my mouth, and the deep, guttural moans escaping Darlings throat.

The halter top was skin tight; my hardened nipples made prominent bulges. My new lace panties pleasantly surprised me; yes, my clitty was rock-hard, but my balls were under control; they didn't ache and didn't distract me from giving him a sensual blowjob.

I loved being on my knees servicing my man's cock; I briefly chastised myself for waiting so long in life to give it a try. 

I laughed at my silly insistence that I liked women's cunts. I could now freely admit they were deep, dark, mysterious caverns that scared the hell out of me. I like women just fine---it's just that their cunts are totally incongruous with their shapely beauty and smooth and supple flesh.

Darling's hips began to pump his cock deeper in my mouth. I responded by stroking the shaft of his cock faster, and by bobbing my head over his hot flesh quicker and quicker.

Seemingly without warning, he cried out above me. I flattened my tongue on his slit and braced myself for the flood I knew would erupt from his swollen balls.

I amazed myself at how far I'd come in such a short time; instead of struggling to swallow his full load, my tongue now expertly lapped-up the streams and quickly deposited them down my throat. 

I could now swallow everything he gave me easily, and without choking or gagging. I was very proud of myself.

His body flinched as I cleaned his cock. When I was satisfied all his cum was either in my belly or mouth, I gazed up into his wide eyes, they had a look I'd never seen before; a look that made my heart warm, and brought happiness to my very soul.

"I love you, Darling," I said with total commitment and passion.

His eyes filled with moisture; his voice quivered when he said, "I love you, too, my Sweetheart."

There were still two boxes to be opened. The first contained garter belts and nylon stockings. While wearing a garter belt felt like overkill to me, I loved the feel of the sheer nylons on my shaved, smooth legs.

"And last, but certainly not least," he said as he gave me the box, "I am sure these will be your favorites!"

I knew what I'd find in the box, and now, my balls finally began to ache.

Ah yes, I thought as I opened the box and saw at least a dozen pairs of the sheerest, sexiest, diaphanous panties a girl could ever dream of owning.

My hands dived into the box and swam amongst the panties. I held up each pair for Darling to see. Then suddenly my hands found more garments below the panties: Oh my, sheer babydoll nighties!

My heart pounded and my pulse rate quickened.

"You're going to find," Darling said, "a special surprise with your new panties."

He took one pair, held them gingerly, and tried to show me something just to the rear of the crotch-area. I couldn't see what he wanted me to see.

Then I saw it; my clitty convulsed inside my lace panties; I almost shot my load. I knew immediately why it was there and the very thought of it was so deliciously dirty I moaned out loud.

"Yes," explained Darling, "Marcia thought it would be a good idea to cut a three-inch slit in the panties with a razor blade so my cock would fit in your pussy and you wouldn't have to take off your panties when we fuck...Sweetie, now when we fuck you can cum in your panties like you've been doing for years!"

It wasn't until later that night, after my bubble bath, after I dried myself and ran my hands over my chest, legs and underarms to ensure they were hairless, that I found the panties he'd left on the chair.

Ooooo, I said to myself, he wants me to wear black tonight! 

I stepped into them and wriggled my hips into the first pair of my new 'fuck-panties.' 

I suddenly thought of what Darling had said earlier about Mrs. Nelson's suggestion for the panties. How did she know about our relationship? Did she know about us when I worked there?

Sweetie, I told myself---forget about it! What difference does it make now? You're in love and happy, and living with a wonderful man.

Just as I positioned the panties properly, I said, "Ooops---I almost forgot!"

I lowered the panties to just above my knees, spread my legs wide enough to allow me access to what needed to be done, but not too wide to tear the sheer material.

I found the smallest of the black rubber cocks, covered it in oil, slightly squatted down then placed the flared head against my opening. I worked the oiled cock into my pussy about two inches, removed it and applied more oil. I repeated this process until I was satisfied my cunt was thoroughly oiled to ensure I caused Darling no pain or discomfort when he entered me. 

Of course, my clitty was now hard as a rock and pointing straight out.

I cleaned the rubber cock and placed it in its case. I took the scrotum strap from the counter, found my dangling balls, gently pushed my balls as far down in their sac as they would go then wrapped the strap around the top of my scrotum and fastened it in place.

I pulled the panties in place, found the black babydoll nightie, pulled it over my head, smoothed my hair and stopped briefly to admire myself in the mirror.

On my walk to the living room, my clitty pushed against the sheer fabric of the panties sending jolts of electricity and wonderfully wicked sensations coursing thru-out my body.

He was sitting on the sofa in his boxers, reading. I posed before him and smiled.

"Darling," I said coquettishly, "I'm ready for bed---will you allow me to pleasure you tonight?"

I lost track of time. Between cooking, cleaning, laundry and satisfying my man, the days seemed to go by quickly.

One morning when I was finished with the breakfast dishes I decided to do a load of laundry. I was thankful we had a washer/dryer in the apartment so I wouldn't have to go out and face people. 

I knew deep down that I couldn't hide in the apartment forever, but I just wasn't comfortable yet to go out in the world and show people who I really was.

I went into the bedroom to fetch the laundry basket. I heard laughter coming from the master bathroom, of course it was Darling. I had the radio playing loud in the other room so I doubted he heard me.

I guessed he was sitting on the toilet, talking with someone on his cell phone. I stood to one side where the radio wouldn't prevent me from hearing his conversation. I knew it was wrong to eavesdrop, but when I heard him say "Marcia"---I couldn't help myself.

"No, not yet---a few more days," I heard him say. "...he's almost there---I'll have him turned by the end of the week...yes, I am very happy---he's a wonderful boy, very polite, well-mannered, and you already know how pretty he is...oh yes, it was a very pleasant surprise how easily he took to cock---I'm the luckiest man in the world---he's both oral AND anal---he can't get enough of it...well, you know, using his panty fetish really worked to my advantage---not to mention how beautiful he looks in women's underwear...like I said, I am very happy...yes, I think I'm ready to say the search is finally over---I have found the perfect boy...I think he loves me, and I am crazy about him...how about next week some time...yeah, I think it would be better if you guys came over here, I want to take baby-steps so I don't spook him...hahahaha, okay, see you then, dear---bye-bye."

I froze like a deer caught in headlights. I heard the toilet flush and left the bedroom quickly and quietly.

I intentionally messed-up the magazines on the coffee table and waited until he came into the living room to straighten them. I had my back to him and was bending over the table when he entered the room.

I wiggled my hips, knowing he could see the white lace panties under my short white skirt.

"Ohhh, baby..." I heard him groan. "If my dick wasn't so satisfied from this morning I'd fuck you right now over the table!"

I never tired of hearing his dirty-talk.

"Sweetie, I have to run to the store," he said. "I'll be back in an hour or so, will you be alright?"

I went to him, put my arms around his broad shoulders, stared into his eyes and said, "I'll be fine, I have laundry to do---I'll miss you, Darling, don't be gone too long."

We kissed. I held him close and refused to break the kiss until I felt his erection poking my belly.

He smiled down at me and said, "You are wonderful!"

As soon as he went out the door, I sat on the sofa and stared at the wall.

'He'll be turned by the end of the week'? What the hell was that all about? I 'easily took to cock'? I'm 'both oral AND anal'? 

I wasn't sure if I should feel insulted, or if I should take it as a compliment?

Then I focused on his other words: 'I am very happy'! 'I have found the perfect boy'! 'I am crazy about him'!

Tears welled in my eyes as my lips spread into the biggest smile. 

My heart was pounding. 'I am crazy about him'! Tears began trickling down my cheeks. 

Oh my God---he truly does love me! I make him happy! I am the perfect boy! 

I'd never felt like this before. Sheer, unmitigated joy and happiness washed over every inch of my body and soul. I was in love with someone, and that someone loved me, too!

I dabbed the tears on my face with a tissue. I took a deep breath then continued on with my household duties.

A half-hour later another thought popped into my head: in his conversation with Mrs. Nelson, he never once referred to me as a 'girl.' He used the words 'he' and 'him' to describe me---not 'she' and 'her.'




Danny Darling Ch. 05



That was very important to me. Although he spoke to me, and obviously USED me like a girl, he kept his word and did not intentionally belittle or humiliate me when speaking with his friends.

He is a man of honor, I thought. I can trust him!

When Darling returned, I was sitting on the sofa sewing a button back onto one of his shirts. 

He smiled and said, "You're a girl of many talents---I am a very lucky man!"

My heart swelled with love and pride as I beamed at him. Even though domestic duties came natural to me, it was always gratifying to be recognized for doing them well.

Another couple days went-by, and I was totally into my new life. I was so good and fast at housework, I had a lot of free time. 

"Sweetie," he said, "...would you like to learn my business?"

I didn't know he had a business besides owning the apartment complex. I felt honored that he even asked.

I followed him into the 'computer room.' It was a second bedroom he converted into a business office.

"You're a bright girl, you'll learn this quickly," he said.

And I did. 

I have a knack for computers; already knew my way around a variety of software programs, and am able to solve, and fix problems that may arise. 

He showed me the programs I'd be using, and what was expected of me then left me to my own devices.

His business software wasn't complex, so I learned how to use it quickly. I was thrilled that I was going to be able to help him. 

Anything I could do to help my man succeed was very important to me.

For dinner, I prepared Beef Wellington---he loved it!

We talked about his business and what precisely he wanted me to do. He basically was an online stock trader, and he was going to teach me what to look for: how to research promising companies, follow trends, and ultimately purchase the stocks myself. It all sounded very exciting. 

We were mid-way thru the apple cobbler I'd baked, when he suddenly reached into his pocket and placed a very small box on the table. The box had a pink bow on top. He pushed it in front of me.

"Sweetie, this is for you," he smiled.

My heart fluttered. I knew it was a jewelry box and I wondered what was inside.

I gasped when I saw the shiny diamonds inside. At first I wasn't sure what the two pieces were then I recognized them as earrings---diamond earrings!

"Don't get too excited, Sweetheart, only one is for you...the other is for me...I want us to wear marching earrings."

I felt moisture in my eyes. I swallowed hard.

Oh my God, this is the sweetest gift I've ever received! I thought.

"Oh, Darling," I sighed. "This is...uh...thank you! I would love to wear the earring for you...uh, my ears aren't pierced..."

"Don't you worry your pretty little head about that, Sweetie...Katy and Jen-Jen are coming over here in a couple hours...Jen-Jen will do the piercing for both of us."

Huh? Oh no, are they really coming here? The last time I saw them I was a normal boy...oh my God---what is Darling going to make me wear?

Darling reached across the table and took my trembling hand in his.

"Sweetie, it's time we had a talk," he said softly. "There is something I want to explain to you."

My eyes were locked into his...he was calm, and his eyes showed nothing but tenderness and caring.

"I live what you might call an 'alternate lifestyle'...I only surround myself with like-minded people...I suspect outside of Jennifer, you really don't know any of my other tenants...you will---you will get to know them all."

He took a sip of wine then continued.

"Sweetie, what I and my small circle of friends have in common is sex---sex is a major aspect in all of our lives and we celebrate sex openly and unashamed...."

Oh wow, I thought. I had an idea where this was leading and it made my clitty jump and lurch inside my lace panties.

"I am going to introduce you to the wonderful world of alternative sex and I know you will absolutely love it---you already do!"

My heart pounded and my clitty became fully erect. 

"I'm not going to explain in detail just now...I will bring you along slowly, I will only tell you what you need to know...what I want to explain to you now is very important...you know how much I love watching you between my legs, how I love to watch in the mirror when we suck and fuck, well, Sweetie, I am something of a voyeur---do you know what that means?"

I nodded my head.

"Sweetie, I am going to give you to other men, and women, as well...the very thought of watching you suck another man's cock gives me a hard-on...tonight, after Jen-Jen pierces our ears, the four of us will have a little party, would you like that, Sweetie?"

"I—I guess so, Darling," I said even though I felt myself shudder at the thought of having to bury my face in the thick forest between Jennifer's legs.

"Sweetie, the only thing expected of you is your obedience...whatever you are told to do---by either Katy or myself---you will perform immediately, without question, and to the best of your abilities...I would hate to have to spank you in front of our guests...do you understand me, Sweetie?"

"Y-Yes..." I said softly. "I understand, Darling."

"Good girl," he said and kissed me on the lips. "Now go get ready just as though you would when we go to bed...I'll pick out a pretty outfit for you to wear."

A million thoughts ran thru my head as I lay back in the hot water enjoying my bubble bath.

I was about to enter another new phase in my life. One where everybody we came in contact with would see with their own eyes the girly, sissy-boy that I've become. Darling's obedient, and submissive 'girlfriend'!

There was no doubt in my mind that Darling would have me on my knees, and use my mouth for his pleasure while our friends and neighbors gathered round watching us. I thought of the tiny gulping noises my throat made when I swallowed his cum; everyone would hear me swallowing a man's cum.

SO WHAT!! I said to myself. THIS IS YOUR LIFE!! 

My only responsibility is to obey the man I love, and never embarrass him in front of his friends. Besides, I want him to be proud of me...I must do my best to prove to him, and everybody else, that I am worthy of his love and devotion. I will be the best girlfriend a guy can be for another man.

Darling came into the bathroom, closed the lid on the toilet and sat down.

"Sweetie," he said. "A couple more things you should know...from this moment on, you will always address Katy as 'Mistress Katy'...okay?"

"Yes, Darling," I replied.

"In our world, Sweetie, there are people who are natural leaders, born to be in charge...they are 'tops'...they give the commands, and their partners obey without question...I am a 'top', and you are a 'bottom'...a person who receives their greatest satisfaction by obeying and serving their partner...Katy is a 'top'---Jennifer is her 'bottom'...when Katy and I are talking, you will remain silent---a good 'bottom' never says a word unless their partner approves of it...oh, one more thing---Katy wants to be the first one to fuck you besides me and I told her that would be fine, frankly, I can't wait to watch that...do you understand me, Sweetie?"

I told him I did even though I didn't-----how on earth can a woman 'fuck' a guy?

It startled me when three sharp knocks on our door woke me from my reverie.

"Answer the door, Sweetie," said Darling, "and remember what I told you!"

To be honest, I had been admiring myself in the mirror. Darling had me wearing the 'full outfit': pink, diaphanous panties, the white lace garter belt, nylon stockings and the sheer, pink babydoll nightie. 

He didn't like me wearing the flimsy bra, he said it made me look "too girly...besides, we've done good work on your nipples, I think everyone should see them!"

My trembling hand slipped off the doorknob and I had to focus on the simple act of turning the knob.

I felt the blood rush to my face when I opened the door and was confronted with the imposing figure standing before me.

"W-Welcome to our home, Mistress Katy," I said in a quivering voice, careful to avoid looking directly in her eyes. "Please come inside and make yourself at home."

I was thankful I remembered the short speech Darling had taught me.

When I closed the door I felt a hand on my panty-encased buttocks. She stroked my asscheeks then suddenly gave my butt a sharp SMACK! 

I squealed more from surprise than pain.

"Ooooo, look how pretty you are!" she giggled. "Oh my, your clit is so cute poking out the front of your panties!" 

I heard Jennifer giggle, as well. I flushed a deep red.

Mistress Katy's hand squeezed my clitty thru the panties. I was caught unprepared by her boldness---I moaned and immediately felt ashamed of my response.

My God, I'm such a slut, I said to myself.

Both women were wearing silk robes, and immediately removed them and hung them on the hooks beside the door.

I sucked in my breath when I saw what Jennifer was wearing---she was gorgeous and sexy in her pink, see-thru panties, white lace garter belt, nylon stockings and pink babydoll nightie. She wore no brassiere and her magnificent breasts were on full display thru the tight, diaphanous material of the pink nightie.

My clitty became hard as a steel pole. I was suddenly aware that something wasn't quite right...my eyes bugged-wide when I figured it out.

OH MY GOD---she was wearing the same outfit as me!

Mistress Katy gave my clitty another squeeze and said to Darling, "My goodness, don't we just have the prettiest girls?"

Darling smiled and said, "We certainly do---they are ravishing!"

I was startled when I finally noticed what Mistress Katy was wearing, or rather, not wearing.

She had on a black corset with her huge breasts spilling over the top. She wore no panties and her pubic area was free of hair, and her prominent slit appeared to have rouge, or some sort of makeup applied to it. 

I quickly pictured Jennifer shaving her Mistress and applying rouge to her pussy-lips.

"Let's take care of business first," she said. "Where do you want to do this, Danny?"

"The dining room table will be fine," he replied.

Jennifer was carrying a toiletry bag and opened it on the table. She brought out a couple needles, gauze pads and a bottle of clear liquid.

I barely noticed the items she arranged in front of her, the gentle swaying of her breasts had me hypnotized. Her nipples were hard and pointed. I took a quick glance at my own and decided my nipples were longer than hers.

Darling opened the jewelry box and the women "Ooo'd" and Ahh'd" when they saw the diamond earrings.

"You guys are going to make the cutest couple!" exclaimed Mistress Katy.

"I'll go first," said Darling.

When he said that my heart swelled with love and pride; him going first meant he was serious about his commitment to me.

To make a long story short, I don't like needles so I closed my eyes thru-out both procedures. When it came my turn, I was pleasantly surprised that Jennifer made it almost pain-free.

The diamond earring felt like it weighed ten pounds when she inserted it in my right ear lobe. In a matter of minutes, I barely noticed I was wearing it.

"Oh my," exclaimed Mistress Katy, "what a cute couple!"

Darling led me to the mirror and I looked first at his earring then mine. I smiled at his reflection. 

Yes, I thought, we ARE a cute couple!

I turned to him, stood on my tippy-toes, and kissed him on the lips.

I will not go into great detail about what took place over the next couple hours. All it did was reinforce my natural fear of women.

Mistress Katy and Darling had moved to the sofa and sat side-by-side. Darling was now nude, while Mistress Katy still wore the corset; her fat breasts obscenely hanging over the corset.

Jennifer and I were standing near the mirror.

Mistress Katy suddenly said to us: "You two bitches get over here now!"

Jennifer immediately went to her hands and knees and began moving towards the sofa. I took two steps when Mistress Katy's face went purple and she screamed at me.

"ON YOUR HANDS AND KNEES, CUNTBOY---WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!?" 

Stunned, I followed Jennifer to the sofa on my hands and knees. To my chagrin, Jennifer by-passed her Mistress and knelt between Darlings open legs. It must have been a pre-arranged plan.

As if on cue, both Darling and Mistress Katy laid-back on the sofa, and pulled their knees to their chests exposing their rosebuds to us.

"Lick our assholes, you worthless cum sluts!" said Mistress Katy. 

I never hesitated. I did what I was told. I licked her anus and perineum, coating her with my saliva.

"Tongue-fuck my asshole, cuntboy---I better feel your tongue inside me---or else!" she hissed.

Just before I curled my tongue and pushed it inside her rectum, I said: "Yes, Mistress Katy!"

I'd said it for Darlings benefit. I didn't want to embarrass him---I wanted him to be proud of me.

I must have licked the walls of her asshole a good ten-minutes before I felt the juices from her pussy cover my face. I became afraid I might drown in her cunt juice.

"Eat my pussy, cuntboy, and---YOU BETTER MAKE ME CUM!!" 

"Y-Yes, Mistress Katy," I said, scared at the tone of her voice, but relieved to get my tongue out of her ass.

At some point I became aware that the movement beside me had stopped. Whenever I took the opportunity, I pulled my mouth off her cunt, gulped down oxygen and my eyes darted to Darling and Jennifer to see what they were doing.

Jennifer was sitting on his legs, her hand slowly stroking Darlings hard cock. They were both intently watching my performance. 

I suddenly felt very sad, and jealous. I wanted to be the one sitting on Darlings lap---I wanted to be the one having his wonderful cock in my hand.

I'm not sure how many orgasms I gave Mistress Katy. I never was when I'd been with a girl. All I know is the feeling of great joy and relief when they finally push your head away from their open, and dripping crotches.

Like I've said before, I may be an expert at eating women's pussies, but that doesn't mean I like it.

There were voices and movement above me. My head was still engulfed with fog. My mind was swirling; I couldn't think straight. Hands were pushing and pulling at me; arms and legs seemed to be everywhere.

When my mind finally cleared, I found myself kneeling between Darlings open thighs; he was standing, and my head was gently guided to his buttocks.

I tried to make sense of what was happening. I saw Jennifer's head and shoulders flat on the sofa; her legs were split impossibly wide apart. Then I noticed Darlings cockhead poised at Jennifer's anus.

DAMMITT, I thought. I WANT TO BE THE ONE BENDING OVER FOR DARLING!!

There was no time for jealousy or self-pity. I heard Mistress Katy speaking to me.

"Cuntboy, your Master is going to fuck Jen-Jen in the ass---hold his balls for him, and tongue-fuck his asshole!"

"Yes, Mistress Katy," I said automatically.

It sounded simple enough, but it wasn't an easy thing to do; no problem holding his free-swinging scrotum, but just try and keep your tongue in a man's asshole while he's fucking someone---almost impossible!

Darling sensed my difficulty and slowed down his thrusts, and settled into a nice rhythm. I concentrated on my assignment and found myself enjoying listening to the moans and groans above me.

Then it struck me: Your Master?? Mistress Katy had referred to Darling as my 'Master'!!

My resentment and confusion was short-lived.

Well...I guess he is my Master, I admitted to myself. I do have to obey all his commands...I have totally surrendered myself to him---I have given him absolute control of my life...but so what? I love him and he loves me, and I love obeying him---yes---YES HE IS MY MASTER!

Master, err, I mean Darling was close to cumming. His frantic bucking made it impossible for me to keep my tongue in his asshole. Instead, I instantly remembered what he had me do on one occasion. 

I coated my middle finger with saliva, pressed it to his anus, and carefully worked half the finger inside his asshole. THAT DID IT!!

His balls contracted in my hand and he screamed and shouted while his hips bucked wildly. He brutally thrust his exploding cock as deep as it would go inside Jennifer's asshole. I held on for dear life as his body violently jerked and shook as he emptied his balls in Jennifer's bowels.

There was no time to revel in my achievement. Bodies were being re-arranged again. I was pulled to my feet and forcefully bent over until my hands came to rest on each side of a reclining Jennifer.

Her legs were high in the air; her crotch totally exposed to me.

"Eat your Master's cum out of her asshole, cuntboy---get your tongue inside her and lick-out every drop of his scum!" instructed Mistress Katy.

I obediently did as I was told.

I saw black and purple striped bruises on Jennifer's shapely buttocks.

OH MY GOD---MISTRESS KATY MUST WHIP JENNIFER!!

I didn't have time to think about it anymore. My panties were suddenly pushed to the floor. My legs were pushed further apart and I felt something press on my anus.

I took a quick peek behind me and saw a big, black rubber cock standing straight out from Mistress Katy's crotch. I would have burst out laughing if I hadn't been so terrified!

OH MY GOD! My mind screamed. SHE'S GOING TO FUCK ME WITH THAT THING!

My head was pushed back down to Jennifer's asshole. I resumed eating her hole while I tried to relax myself for the impending fucking of my pussy with that big, rubber cock.

I was thankful Mistress Katy had obviously lubricated the cock as she slowly, but firmly pushed it inside me.

Up to that moment, my clitty had maybe been semi-erect, and my balls hadn't experienced any sense of urgency for release. But all that changed the moment I heard Mistress Katy grunt and the cock forced its way to the hilt inside me. I groaned into Jennifer's asshole.

My clitty became hard as a rock and my balls began to swell.

Mistress Katy remained still while Jennifer adjusted her position on the sofa. My face was now pushed into her wet, open cunt and I knew what was expected of me. As soon as my mouth and tongue went to work on her cunt, Mistress Katy began a steady and delicious fucking of my eagerly, awaiting pussy.

It didn't take long for Mistress Katy to become more aggressive; fucking me with long thrusts that belied the urgency she must have felt in her loins.

When I'd looked at the strap-on, I noticed a kind of small saddle that pressed against her cunt when she pushed the cock inside me. I guessed it was molded to rub her clitoris with every thrust.

I counted three-times Mistress Katy cried-out in orgasm. All the while my balls swelled to twice their normal size as the scrotum strap prevented my release. 

My balls ached like never before; my clitty throbbed and jerked and twitched only to find no satisfaction. I doubled my efforts on Jennifer's pussy. 

I thought, maybe, maybe once I got Jennifer to cum, they would allow me to cum, too.

Jennifer's climax was music to my ears. Surely now they'd release me from the scrotum strap.

Oh God, no---they're not doing it! The damn thing is still stretching my balls. Please, oh my God, please let me cum!

"Cuntboy," I heard Mistress Katy say. "You're trembling...you're shaking, you're covered with sweat...what is it you want, cuntboy? Do you want your Mistress to fuck you harder with her cock? Is that what you want, cuntboy?"

I was delirious with lust. I would have said anything, but, oh God, yes---I wanted her cock---I wanted it banging against my prostate.

"OOhhhh, Mistress...yes, Mistress...please fuck me harder, Mistress...oh God---I love your cock, Mistress---fuck me hard---Pleeeeeezzzzzzzzz...."

She was fucking me harder and faster than Darling ever had. I heard her climax one more time then suddenly someone unfastened my scrotum strap (maybe it was Master, err, I mean Darling?)




Danny Darling Ch. 05



"OH MY GOD," I cried out. "OHHH FUCK ME-FUCK ME-FUCK ME...OHHHH---YES—YES—YESSSSSSS MISTRESS---I'M CUMMING MISTRESS KATY---I'M CUMMING---I'MCUMMINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG...."

My knees were on the floor, my upper torso rested on the sofa. I was gasping for air.

I heard voices behind me. Mistress Katy and Jennifer were leaving. The door closed shut and Darling's hand took hold of my hair and pulled me to my feet by my hair.

It hurt! It was the single most brutal act he'd ever done to me.

I searched his face for a reason for his action. All I saw was pure lust glazing over his eyes. He was still naked; his cock looked bigger than I'd ever seen.

"Get in the bedroom!" he said in a voice I didn't recognize.

Once there, he yanked the bedspread down, looked at me and said, "Lie on your back and spread your legs!"

I began to tremble. I did as I was told.

He climbed on the bed between my open legs. He took hold of my legs and forced them straight up until my feet were pointed at the ceiling.

"Keep your legs up there!" he ordered.

I was acutely aware of how open and vulnerable my pussy was in that position.

"Y-Yes, D-Darling," I said meekly.

He climbed on top of me, used his hand to work his cockhead just inside my hole, then thrust so hard into me it took my breath away.

I cried out more in surprise than pain. I tried to throw my arms around his shoulders but he caught my wrists, and held them together in one strong vise-like grip over my head.

I was completely helpless underneath him. I'd never felt so exposed and vulnerable. I was his to do as he pleased and there was nothing I could do about it.

He pulled his cockhead out to just inside my entrance then rammed all the way inside me until his pubic hair pressed against my splayed buttocks.

"UUNNNGGGHHHHH...." I cried out.

He gave no quarter. He wasn't the same man I'd known before. 

My hands quit fighting for escape. I lay submissively, allowing him to take his pleasure; in-and-out---harder-and-faster. He fucked me like a man possessed. I lay there listening to his scrotum slapping my upturned buttocks with every violent thrust.

My clitty was sooo hard; the heat and pressure in my balls rose. My head began rolling from side-to-side. Drool escaped my mouth.

The heat in the room was unbearable. Our bodies were slippery with sweat. The over-powering smell of raw, animal-sex invaded my nostrils. 

He grunted with every thrust he gave me---I groaned with every thrust I received.

All doubts were erased from my mind. I was finally free from fear and uncertainty.

"Ohhh Master," I sighed after a particularly deep thrust that bumped my prostate.

"That's right, my Sweetie...say it again---who am I?" he whispered.

"Ooooooo—God---you are my Darling Master---yes...oh yes...." I moaned underneath his powerful thrusts.

"I am your Master---who does that make you?" he whispered again after another deep thrust.

"Ooooooo...Darling---I mean Master---I am your girl, Master...I am your slavegirl, Master---you are my Master---I am your slavegirl!"

He released my wrists and I threw my arms over his broad shoulders. He held my head in his hands and kissed me with such ferocity he forced the cum to begin churning in my balls.

His thrusts became more hurried and violent. My head banged against the headboard. 

My feet straight in the air, I spread my legs even wider for him. It was to signal to him, my complete and abject surrender. He was my Master; he owned me; I was now his property to do his every bidding, and to provide him with the greatest pleasure I possibly could.

He could do with me whatever he wanted.

He cried out and I felt the first salvo of his hot semen against the sensitive walls of my pussy. I instinctively tightened myself and started milking his balls dry.

Suddenly, my own balls exploded and my clitty wildly sprayed our chests. The noise of our joyous orgasms was deafening. 

He collapsed on top of me and I held him close. I loved and adored being pinned underneath his masculinity.

He kissed me before he climbed off me. "I love you, Master," I said.

He smiled and said, "I love you, too, my sweet little slavegirl."

The next day, after lunch and before he returned to work, I was on my knees cleaning his cock with my lips and tongue. It was difficult because my tongue was still thick with the load he'd given me seconds before. 

When I was satisfied he was clean, I tucked his beautiful penis back inside his boxers, and fastened his slacks.

He smiled down at me and said, "Sweetie, after dinner tonight we're going up to 2-D so you can repay the men who helped me move you into our apartment."

"Yes, Master," I replied cheerfully.

Then he chuckled and added, "Sweetie, you're going to have a lot of fun...I know you've never seen an organ the size of Jacksons..."

"Oh, is he a musician?" I asked. 

He laughed out loud and said, "No, Sweetie, you are the musician---you are the best flute player I know, and tonight, you will provide us all with beautiful music!"

I blushed red, and felt my clitty twitch inside my black lace panties.



Danny Darling Ch. 06



It was difficult concentrating on my household chores. Images of the sex that would be taking place this evening continually flashed thru my heated mind.

Jackson and Jeffy live in apartment 2-D, and had helped Master move my belongings to his apartment; in return, Master had told the guys I would "personally thank them" for their help.

I had seen the two of them at the swimming pool once, and they were two totally different guys: Jackson was an enormous black man with huge, rippling muscles and Jeffy was like me, a smallish, pasty, white boy. 

At the time, I had no idea they were gay, and now that I knew, my mind couldn't help but conjure up sexy and sordid mental images of them together. Master had also said Jackson has the biggest penis I would ever see, and I have to admit, I was much more than a little curious. 

So far, Master is the only man I've been with; the only hard cock I've kissed, licked, sucked, and taken into my pussy.

My clitty became erect inside my black lace panties at the thought of submissively kneeling between the legs of a big, powerfully built, black man.

I busied myself with housework to try and take my mind off the upcoming evening. I finished cleaning our computer room, and was about to do a load of laundry when I noticed the closet door. It occurred to me I'd never cleaned the closet.

Inside, I saw Master's dress shirts and slacks on hangars, and above them, a shelf that had piles of papers and magazines. I discovered the papers were lightly coated with dust so I moved all the clothes to one side and began to take everything off the shelf so I could clean it.

I didn't really look at the papers until I began to put them back onto the shelf.

Most of the papers concerned Master's business; straight-forward accounts of transactions, and a ledger he used to track rent payments from the tenants.

I grabbed a stack of papers and noticed a magazine stuck in the middle of them. I pulled it out and read the name of the magazine: "Alternate Lifestyles."

I remembered Master's explanation to me the day before: "I live, what you might call, an alternative lifestyle." So with natural curiosity, I thumbed thru the magazine. There was one page that looked like he had dog-eared the page so I read it. It was a personal ad.

Huh? What is this? Then I read it again.

"SEARCHING FOR THE BOY OF MY DREAMS" was the title.

Below the title I read: "Are you, or do you know, a boy between the ages of 18-22 who has yet to realize his true sexual identity? Mature male seeks to find such a boy for love, sex and companionship. Are you in denial of your sexuality? Do you have a friend or loved one you suspect is attracted to men, but too afraid or ashamed to admit it? I want to awaken and bring out the very best in that boy. I am not a pervert or sadist-I truly want a boy for a long-term, committed relationship.

There is nothing sadder in life than someone who refuses to, or is unable to accept his sexual identity. Life is too short to not live it on your own terms. No one can find true happiness and inner peace by living a lie."

I began to tremble when I recognized Master's email address. 

What does this mean? I wondered. Should I be mad or upset with him?

But the longer I thought about it, the happier I became. He was searching for a boy and he chose me! I love him and he loves me-there is absolutely nothing to be mad about, I told myself. He proved to me I was living a lie, and now I'm a free-man with peace of mind.

I replaced the magazine where I found it then vacuumed the carpet inside the closet. I was feeling light-headed, almost giddy; he had been so desperate to find the love of his life that he took out a large ad in a national magazine, and in the end, out of who-knows how many offers he received from the ad-he chose me!

I was soaking in the bathtub after dinner, preparing myself for the evening. I was very careful to ensure the hair removal cream had done its job. I stroked my body, feeling for rogue hairs. 

I was pleasantly surprised by how smooth and soft my flesh had become. It was almost like caressing a girl's body.

Master came into the room and sat on the toilet lid.

"Sweetie..." he said softly.

"Yes, Master," I replied. I saw him wince.

"I've been thinking about this, Sweetie," he continued, "...we are in a relationship-we both know how we feel towards each other...you are my girlfriend, not slave-girl...I am as committed to you as you are to me...I would prefer it if you returned to calling me "Darling'...I once said to you 'I am a voyeur'-that I'll love watching you having sex with other people...last night was a perfect example...I got so excited watching Mistress Katy fuck your pussy that afterwards, I couldn't wait to fuck you myself...I'm sorry I pulled your hair like I did-I'm sorry if my actions and demeanor scared you last night."

"Oh D-Darling...I love you-I will obey you...you really are my Master, but I will call you whatever you want...as for the bedroom last night...I loved it-I love it when you're forceful in bed..."

I saw him smile, and the worry leave his eyes. 

"Well then..." he winked at me and smiled, "...when we come back here tonight afterwards, I'm going to use you like a girl all-night-long!"

My heart rose and fluttered. My clitty became hard as a rock.

Darling handed me the mid-thigh, pink silk robe. I was grateful I wouldn't have to go into the hallway wearing just the sheer, pink panties he had chosen for me.

I stepped into the slippers with the fuzzy pink balls on top, and was about to close the robe by tying the sash around my waist when he stopped me.

"Leave the robe open-if we run into anyone on our way to Jacksons, I want them to see the progress we've made in our relationship," he said matter-of-factly.

I briefly wondered why anyone in the building would even know or care that we had a relationship, but he took me in his arms, held me close, and passionately kissed me.

My clitty twitched and jerked against the sheer fabric of my panties, and, when he caressed my now-sensitive breasts and pinched and rolled my nipples, I became fully erect, my clitty pushing-out the front of the diaphanous material.

He smiled as he looked directly down and saw my condition.

"Now it's time to go," he said and opened the door. "Sweetie, try not to be self-conscious, be proud of who you are."

He sort of pushed me into the hallway, and I briefly panicked that someone would see my arousal.

He took my hand in his and guided me slowly to the elevator. My heart pounded; I wished he would walk faster.

We were ten-feet from the elevator when the back door of the building opened and two guys I'd seen maybe one time in the building came inside and joined us waiting for the elevator.

"Gentlemen, how are you tonight?" asked Darling.

I felt their stares examining me from head-to-toe. I averted my eyes as the blood rushed to my face.

"Oh my goodness, " exclaimed the taller of the two men, "...he's precious! What a little cutie-nice job, Danny!"

Darling put his arm around me and pulled me close to him. He turned my face to his and gave me a kiss on the lips. 

"Johnny has come a long way in a short time-I'm very proud of him!" I heard Danny say.

Here I was, standing before two strange men, wearing nothing but an open pink, silk robe; them staring at my erection thru the sheer panties as a man kissed me on the lips, and I didn't die of shame and humiliation.

It was a pleasant surprise to me. I smiled as Danny's words played again in my mind: "I'm very proud of him!"

We followed the two men into the elevator. I noticed the smaller of the guys was wearing a collar with metal rings like the one Jennifer wore. 

We stood facing one another. My eyes lowered, not out of embarrassment, but shyness. 

I heard the taller man ask Darling, "May I?" and Darling reply, "Certainly."

I wasn't sure the meaning of it until I felt the man's hand grasp my hard clitty thru the panties. I flinched in surprise, but stood still-I didn't want to embarrass my boyfriend.

His hand squeezed and stroked me until I felt a drop of pre-cum moisten the front of the panties.

His hand boldly snaked inside the panties and took hold of my balls. I couldn't believe the nerve of this man. My first instinct was to pull the man's hand out of my panties, but I didn't want to embarrass Darling. I allowed him to fondle me.

"Is this the two or three snap scrotum strap?" he asked Darling.

What an odd question, I thought, as the strange man held my balls.

Darling answered, "The two snap...I find the third snap too restrictive-he wouldn't be able to wear it very long,"

I was partially impressed, and slightly appalled at their knowledge of scrotum straps.

A finger was pressed to my anus; he slid it inside me to the first knuckle. I just stood there and let him have his way with me. My face was now burning a crimson red, but my clitty was jerking and pulsating.

When the elevator door opened, he removed his finger from me, and pinched my round buttock hard. I gave a short yelp of surprise and he finally removed his hand from my panties.

He leaned over and whispered in my ear.

"I look forward to bending you over without your panties and fucking your hot, tight pussy!"

I audibly gasped; he and Darling laughed. I couldn't believe how excited his crude words made me feel.

Just before they disappeared into the first apartment, Darling said to the man: "Derek, we'll get together real soon!"

The taller man winked at me and replied: "Don't keep me waiting too long, Danny!"

They chuckled and my clitty oozed more pre-cum.

Darling lightly rapped on the door of 2-D. Almost immediately, the door opened and we saw Jeffy. He was wearing only a fresh, white jock strap. His white flesh looked smooth and soft like mine. I noticed he had an erection inside the pouch of his jock.

"Welcome to our home, Sir," he said smiling at Darling. "Please, come inside."

He never looked at me, and when the door closed behind us Darling turned and said to me, "Remove your robe and hang it on the hook."

"Yes, Darling," I replied and took off the robe and hung it on a hook by the door. It occurred to me we had similar hooks near our front door.

My breath caught in my throat when I turned and saw Jackson sitting on the couch. 

He was naked save for smallish boxer shorts; his biceps were huge, and his enormous chest was hair-free and perfectly shaped. There was no sign of fat anywhere on his sculpted body.

My clitty oozed even more pre-cum. The stain on the front of my panties grew larger, but the funny thing was, I didn't care if they all saw it.

"Make yourself comfortable, Danny," said Jackson. "JEFFY-help our guest get undressed!"

"Yes, my Black Master!" said Jeffy.

Darling kicked off his slippers and indicated for me to do the same. Jeffy stood before Darling and worked at the buttons on his shirt.

"Cutie, come here and give me a kiss!" Jackson said to me.

Darling had told me what to expect, and how I should act.

"Y-Yes, my Black Master," I said to Jackson and went to where the huge man was sitting.

When I was close enough, Jackson snaked an arm around my waist and pulled me onto his lap. He immediately began caressing my chest, pinching my nipples until they were fully erect. 

He turned my head to his and I felt his hot breath on my face. He kissed my lips, gently at first, then more insistently. I groaned when his tongue pushed between my lips and entered my mouth. I licked at his tongue with my own. 

His huge, strong hand roamed freely over my body, as if he owned me. When he found my clitty and squeezed it hard, I moaned into his mouth. 

Something long and hard pressed against my buttocks. I knew it had to be his erection, but I couldn't bring myself to believe a cock could be that big and thick.

He nipped at my earlobe then pushed his tongue into my ear.

"Take off your panties, white boy, and kneel between my legs!" he whispered to me.

My body was trembling and I was out of breath, but I managed to reply in a hoarse whisper, "Yes, my Black Master."

He helped me stand on my unsteady legs. I wriggled my hips and slowly lowered my panties until they were on the floor. He took down his boxers exposing himself to me.

OH MY GOD! LOOK AT THE SIZE OF THAT THING! HOW ON EARTH CAN A MAN FUNCTION WITH SOMETHING LIKE THAT HANGING BETWEEN HIS LEGS!? 

He laughed at my facial expression. I dropped to my knees. My eyes fixed on his enormous member. I was in awe of his huge, black cock. How could Jeffy even fit it in his mouth? He certainly couldn't take it in his pussy, could he? 

"Sit up straight-arms behind your back," he commanded. 

"Y-Yes, my Black Master," I gasped. 

I held my wrists behind my back. The sight of his cock caused my clitty to jump and throb. I would have cum right then and there if the strap hadn't been tightly fastened around my balls. 

"Get closer!" he ordered.

I shuffled forward on my knees until I was flush against the sofa. His hands took hold of my head and brought it down to his cock. The over-powering manly aroma from his crotch made me swoon; I became dizzy with lust.

"Open your lips, white boy, and take my big black cock into your mouth!" he commanded.

"Y-Yes, my Black Master," I said, all the while staring at his magnificent tool wondering how I would be able to do that.

I wet my lips with my tongue and slid them over his mushroom-shaped cockhead. I felt my lips stretching wider than they'd ever been. He gently pushed my head downward until his cockhead banged against the back of my throat. I began to gag on his flesh.

"Breathe thru your nose," he said softly. "Don't worry, you'll get used to it...white boys like you have trouble at first, but you'll learn fast enough...keep your tongue still-no licking for now!"

I concentrated on my breathing. Inhale—exhale...inhale-exhale...

My heart, which had been madly racing, calmed down to normal. My balls ached for release, but I knew that wouldn't happen anytime soon. 

I glanced sideways where Darling was sitting. Jeffy was in the same position as me, his hands clasped behind his back, with Darling's cockhead between his lips.

I imagined this was easy for Jeffy. Darling has a formidable cock, but it is nothing compared to Jackson. A mental image of Jeffy formed in my head: I imagined Jackson made him do this quite often, maybe while watching television, or reading the newspaper.

Jackson moved slightly and my head moved with him making sure I kept his cockhead in my mouth. I heard the clinking of glasses and looked up to see Jackson pouring two glasses of wine. He handed one to Darling and they began talking and sipping at their wine.

Forced to remain in this position a long time, it reaffirmed what I already knew: even though Darling didn't want me to call him Master, I knew darn well I was his slave, and the thought of it didn't sadden or depress me. 

On the contrary, it was exhilarating to know that Darling wanted me so much that he would go thru all this time and hard work to train me. I was proud he wanted me to belong to him. It gave my life the clarity and meaning that had been missing all these years.

Being in this position, on my knees, hands clasped behind my back, head bowed to his crotch, holding a huge cockhead between my lips, and waiting for Darling and Jackson to finish their casual conversation was a stark reminder of my new-found acceptance of my subservience to men. 

In this degrading position, the excitement I was feeling in my heart , and the lust and desire that made my swollen balls ache, proved to me conclusively what kind of boy I am, and how much I was looking forward to my life with Darling. 

Jackson's voice interrupted my thoughts. I heard him talking down to me.

"Okay, white boy," he said while stroking my hair. "It's time for you to suck my black cock. Use one hand on my shaft—the other on my balls...do you understand me, boy?"

"Yes, my Black Master-thank you my Black Master!" I said, relieved that I was able to momentarily relax my sore jaw muscles.

It can be very frustrating sucking on an over-sized cock!

I was accustomed to my wet lips sliding over Darling's cockhead then taking half his shaft in my mouth as well. Bobbing my head up-and-down his hard flesh, I was able to work my tongue on his cock, substantially increasing his pleasure.

But with Jackson's cock, only the glans fit inside my mouth, I was limited to running my tongue over the big purple head, and licking just below the flared ridge. I was able to elicit moans of pleasure from him so at least I knew I was doing something right.

A funny thing happened. I heard Darling moan beside me and out of the corner of my eye I watched Jeffy work feverishly on my man's cock. Jeffy's head was moving rapidly up-and-down Darling's cock, his hands in perfect rhythm on his shaft and balls. 

I suddenly felt as though this was a competition-a contest to see who could make their man cum first. I mustered all the skill I had acquired up to that moment, and did the very best I could to make Jackson cum before Darling.

I was positive if someone had been watching the spectacle of Jeffy and me frantically sucking and stroking and licking they would have been highly entertained and amused by our actions.

A copious amount of pre-cum began oozing from Jackson's slit; his huge balls swelled in my hand. 

Uh oh, I thought. How much cum does he have in these monster-balls? How in the world am I going to be able to swallow all of it?

I didn't have time to plot a course of action. Jackson bellowed loudly above me—his balls contracted in my hand. I planted my lips and tongue on his slit just in time to receive the first cannon-shot of sperm and semen in my mouth.

His cum was rich and creamy and easily slid down my throat into my belly. I furiously pumped his pulsating shaft. I was more drinking from his cock than just swallowing cum. 

It was so exciting and my own balls swelled so big I had to consciously fight the urge to open my scrotum strap and jerk myself off. My head was dizzy as I sucked air thru my nostrils.

I don't know how much cum I swallowed. All I know was when he finished, and his convulsing body finally came to rest, my belly was full-my stomach felt as though I'd eaten a huge meal. I briefly wondered if a person could get fat from eating so much cum.

I quickly cleaned his cum-slick cockhead then backed away and resumed my kneeling position. I saw Jeffy finish up licking Darling's cock clean.

I smiled and thought to myself: I win!

Jeffy and I were in our subservient positions for some time. Jackson and Darling drank more wine, engaged in conversation. It was as though Jeffy and I weren't even there.

Finally, I heard Jackson snap his fingers then Jeffy stood and helped me to my feet. 

We stood face-to-face, he kissed me full on the lips then whispered in my ear: "Do whatever I do!"

He embraced me and I threw my arms around him. We kissed while caressing one another. I groaned into his mouth when I tasted Darling's cum on his tongue. He took my clitty in his hand and gently stroked it. I found his prick and did the same for him.

Suddenly, Jackson snapped his fingers again and Jeffy helped me down to the soft carpet. He arranged us into the sixty-nine position, but instead of his four-inch prick staring me in the face, he lifted his leg and planted his foot to the side until I found myself staring directly at his anus. I assumed the same position.

He wasted no time. I felt his lips kiss my anus, and his tongue began licking my perineum. I did the same for him. 

We were going to put on a show for the entertainment of our men, and I remembered what Darling had told me about wanting to watch me with other guys so I resolved to give him something exciting to watch.




Danny Darling Ch. 06



When I felt Jeffy's tongue licking at my anus I did the same for him...when he curled his tongue and pushed it into my pussy, I curled my tongue, pushed it thru his anus into his asshole. We licked the walls of each other's assholes for a long time.

My balls were so swollen I didn't know how much more I could take before they burst or ruptured. 

Jackson snapped his fingers and Jeffy immediately abandoned my pussy and took my clitty into his mouth. I eagerly followed suit and began sucking his prick. 

His was the first erect penis that I could get fully into my mouth. God, it was exciting!

We perfected our timing: with each other's glans barely in our mouths, we'd push our lips down our pricks until our mouths were pressed against each other's shaved pubic areas then slowly retreat backwards. 

Again-and-again...back-and-forth...back-and-forth.

I was so lost and dizzy with lust I almost didn't hear Jackson snap his fingers.

Jeffy unfastened my scrotum strap-he wasn't wearing one. I was flabbergasted he could last all this time without cumming. I guessed his Master had trained him well.

Jeffy stopped sucking, holding my glans just inside his mouth. I whimpered and groaned in frustration as his fingers circled my scrotum, pushed my balls low in their sac, and remained still until my excitement subsided.

My God, this was pure torture! WERE THEY EVER GOING TO LET ME CUM??

Suddenly, he swallowed my clitty whole and began to furiously suck me while pumping my shaft.

OH GOD YES-THIS WAS IT!!

We worked each other's cocks like two boys possessed. We grunted and groaned-our balls were close-oh so close-then a finger-tip pressed against my pussy-I knew what was coming next-I massaged his anus with my finger then, as if we read each other's minds-we pushed our fingers to the hilt into each other's assholes.

His lips let go of my clitty-I whimpered but followed his lead-he pumped the cum out of my balls and aimed it at his face. 

So that's what they want to see, I said to myself.

I let his cock slip from my mouth and aimed it at my face just in time to receive his first salvo...we furiously milked cum out of each other's balls...blast-after-blast of hot spunk exploded from our cockheads and covered the white flesh of our faces.

I heard the men above us softly chuckling.

When my clitty softened, Jeffy licked the excess cum from my sensitive flesh; I did the same for him. I heard Jackson snap his fingers, and Jeffy immediately rose from the floor, he helped me to a standing position as well. 

My face was thick with cum, it felt very strange and my hand went to smooth out the creamy substance but was pulled away by Jeffy.

"Cum on your face is a badge of honor," Jeffy whispered to me, "...wear it with pride!"

I was still dizzy and weak from my orgasm, but I could see our men on the sofa, sitting almost side-by-side, naked. Jackson's hand was wrapped around Darling's erection pumping it up-and-down. Darling was slowly stroking Jackson's huge, hard cock.

Jackson snapped his fingers again and Jeffy wasted no time in maneuvering my body until my back was to Darling. At first I wasn't sure what was expected of me, but Darling helped Jeffy arrange me in a kneeling position on the sofa, my legs split wide on either side of Darling. 

It suddenly dawned on me what I was to do when my open buttocks came in contact with Darling's cockhead: I was to ride Darling's cock, facing forward, rising and falling with the strength of my legs.

This was actually my favorite position when Darling fucked me. It required me to do all the work, but I could control the speed and depth of penetration. Also, when Darling was close to orgasm, he would reach around and stroke my clitty until we came at the same time.

I reached below my butt and found Darling's throbbing cock; he was obviously very excited by my 'show' with Jeffy. I aimed his cockhead at my pussy and began lowering my hips to swallow his manhood, but he held me firm with just the tip of his cock inside me.

I whimpered in frustration; his hands stroked my breasts, and kneaded my pointed nipples.

"Watch this!" he whispered in my ear then turned my head in time to see Jeffy, who was kneeling above his Master's enormous erection, slowly impale himself on Jackson's massive, coal-black log of flesh.

I expected Jeffy to cry out in agonizing pain, but instead, I heard only mewling groans escaping his throat. My eyes darted from the huge cock slowly disappearing inside his ass, and the contorted, almost rapturous expression on his cherubic face.

It was the most amazing sight I'd ever witnessed, and when Jeffy came to rest on Jackson's thighs, my clitty hardened at the thought of that long and thick cock completely buried inside the small boy.

Darling suddenly pulled my hips down until his erection was completely inside of me. He continued massaging and stroking my breasts and nipples. My clitty was now throbbing, and I couldn't wait for him to give me the signal to begin fucking.

My head was swimming with lust and desire. When, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jeffy begin to rise up the length of Jackson's erection, I tried to emulate his motion, but Darling held me firmly in place, his cock buried inside me, and expanding even wider until I loudly groaned.

Darling chuckled and asked me in a voice everyone could hear: "What is it you want, my Sweet Little Girl?"

Without missing a beat I replied, "I want your cock in my pussy, my Darling-please let me ride your hard cock!"

"You may begin to fuck my cock!" he said; again, loud enough for everyone to hear.

I couldn't help myself, I instantly replied, "Thank you, Master!"

Jeffy and I furiously rose our hips until just the tips of our men's steel poles were inside us, then slammed ourselves downward until our pussies came in contact with their thighs.

Very soon, all I could think of was that I wanted my man to cum first. I desperately wanted to prove to everyone that I was a skilled lover who could satisfy his man.

Our fucking soon became another contest between me and Jeffy; each of us wanting to give our man an explosive orgasm. 

All four of us grunted and groaned and filled the air in the room with unbelievably sexy and dirty sounds.

I was not wearing the scrotum strap, and soon found myself concentrating hard on both pleasing Darling's cock, and controlling my own orgasm until Darling shot his seed deep inside me.

I thought of nothing but giving Darling an orgasm. My aching balls, begging for relief, were meaningless. The only thing that mattered was my man's pleasure.

Darling's jerking motions told me he was close. Suddenly, I felt his strong hand wrap my discarded panties around my clitty and he squeezed and stroked me until I could take no more. The moment his cock swelled even bigger inside me, cum shot violently from my balls and into the panties.

That is when Darling forced me hard on his cock, and filled my pussy with his sperm and semen. A split second later, Jackson and Jeffy shouted their pleasure. 

The sounds of our orgasms reverberated off the walls of the room. If I hadn't been hooked on this lifestyle before, I certainly was now.

I heard Jackson snap his fingers and Jeffy forced me to the floor once again. He placed me on my back and raised my legs. He knelt over me in a sixty-nine position, but instead of feeding me his cock, he planted his asshole on my lips, and he buried his face between my buttocks and began sucking Darling's cum out of my pussy.

I immediately did the same for him. I tasted Jackson's thick and creamy cum for the second time that night.

Finally, Jeffy rolled off me and rested beside me on the floor. We both gulped air until our breathing returned to normal.

When I opened my eyes I saw Darling standing, dressed in his shorts and cinching his robe closed. He held out his hand and showed me the saturated panties.

"Put these on," is all he said.

"Yes, Darling," I replied.

My legs were wobbly when I stood and Jeffy caught me from falling.

I took the cum-soaked panties from Darling and stepped into them and raised them up to my hips. I expected him to hand me my robe he was holding, but he didn't.

He and Jackson exchanged pleasantries and soon we were out the door into the hallway. I was immediately aware of my condition: if we ran into anyone, they would see who I really was-a pussy-boy wearing cum-soaked pink panties with drying cum on his face, and cum leaking from my asshole slowly running down my shaved legs.

To my discomfort, when the elevator door opened, out stepped a fully dressed man, and a boy about my age.

"Richard, how are you?" Darling asked the man.

The man exclaimed, "Life couldn't be better!" then he looked me up and down and a smile formed on his face.

I thought to myself: there sure are a lot of older men/young boy couples in this building!

"This is Johnny," said Darling.

"Oh my, he's a pretty one, isn't he? How's he coming along?" he asked as though I wasn't even there.

"Splendid!" said Darling. "He's a natural bottom and a fast learner."

I blushed at Darling's compliment.

Then Darling added: "We're coming from 2-D."

The man chuckled and said, "I'll bet that was an experience he'll never forget!"

On the short elevator ride I wondered if I should be humiliated or proud of Darling's praise of me to someone I'd never met.

Suddenly, Katie and Jennifer emerged from their apartment into the hallway. Katie was dressed in a silk robe; Jennifer wore the royal blue corset that concealed nothing. Her shapely breasts spilled over the bodice, and her sex visibly naked below.

Katie smiled as she drank in my condition.

"OH," she exclaimed. "This is the night you guys were going to 2-D!"

What the heck, does everyone know our business? I wondered.

Then she looked directly at me, patted my head, and asked, "Did you have fun, Sweetie-didn't you just love his big, black snake?"

Now I really was embarrassed. Was she mocking me? Moisture filled my eyes. I knew I had to say something so as not to anger Darling.

I averted my eyes and mumbled: "Yes, M-Mistress Katie, I had a good time."

She chuckled and said, "Yes, I knew a boy like you would enjoy it!"

There was something about women that sometimes annoyed me: even though their words were kindly, they sounded rather insulting at the same time.

Darling and I walked to our place as Katie knocked on the door across the hallway from them.

Darling whispered to me: "A lesbian couple just moved into your old apartment...looks like 'the girl's' are going to get acquainted tonight!"

The next morning Darling surprised me.

"Here are the car keys, and a shopping list," he said. "I think it's time to expand your horizons, and give you some added responsibilities."

He handed me a credit card with my name on it.

"Use this for whatever you buy...I laid out a pair of jeans and a nice shirt for you to wear," he said then gave me a playful slap on my panty-encased buttocks.

I couldn't remember the last time I was outside of the building. I was a different person then. 

I was nervous. All I could think about was getting the shopping done quickly so I could return home-I didn't like being away from Darling.

I had already taken six bags of groceries inside, and gathered up the remaining three bags from the back seat of the car.

A panel van pulled into the parking lot and came to a stop beside the fenced-in pool. On the side of the van in big, blue letters it read: "Rodriguez Brothers Pool Cleaning and Maintenance." 

I'd seen the van before, but never the actual guys themselves.

I was about to go into the building when I saw the occupants emerge from the van. I was a little curious so I watched them.

OH MY GOD-IT CAN'T BE-HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE!!

It was Scarface and the two other guys who had accosted me on the bus! 

My heart pounded with fear. Goose-pimples covered my body. I couldn't breathe. I raced into the building and didn't feel safe until I was locked inside the apartment. It took several minutes for my breathing to return to normal.

When I gathered enough nerve to look outside, I stood to the side of the window and peaked down at the swimming pool.

Sure enough-it was Scarface and his brothers! HOW COULD THIS BE?

My hands trembled as I put away the groceries. I couldn't wait for Darling to come home for lunch. Every so often I went to the window and spied on the men.

When Darling finally walked thru the door I rushed to him and said, "My God-oh my God-the guys from the bus are cleaning the pool! Why are they here? Oh my God..."

"Calm down, Sweetie...try to relax...I'll explain everything to you in due time...you are safe with me...they are not bad men, in fact, they're very good at their job-they do a fantastic job on the pool."

My hands continued to tremble as we ate the sandwiches I'd prepared.

"Sweetie," began Darling. "Do you remember me telling you how much it excites me to see you with other men?"

"Uh, yes, I guess so..." I said softly. Not sure where this conversation was going.

"Well, Sweetie, from now on whenever they come to clean the pool, I'm going to watch you suck their cocks..."

HUH? WHAT DID HE SAY?

He waited for his words to sink in then continued.

"This is all about broadening your experiences...this is your life now-you belong to me and you will do what I say-do you trust me Sweetie?"

"Yes, of course, b-but-"

"But nothing, dear," he cut me off then reached between my legs and squeezed my hard clitty thru my panties.

He chuckled and said, "Your mind says 'no' but your body is saying 'yes-yes-yes'!"

My face turned beet-red. I could not deny that the idea of taking their hard cocks into my mouth didn't make me excited.

I began to tremble again. The realization hit me hard. I had willingly allowed Darling to transform me from a naïve boy into a slut. 

It was time I acknowledged my love of men's cocks, and the excitement I felt whenever a hard cock shot its load into my mouth, and how much it pleased me to suck all the cum from a man's swollen balls.

We finished our sandwiches in silence. He gave my hard clitty one final squeeze then got up from the table and said, "Come over here!"

He sat on the sofa and motioned me to sit on his lap. He kissed me deep and hard. I threw my arms around him and passionately returned his kisses.

His hand found my hard clitty and masturbated me thru the sheer material of my panties. I wasn't wearing the strap and it didn't take very long for him to bring me to an intense orgasm inside my panties.

I kissed him one final time, licked his hand clean then slinked to my knees between his legs. 

I opened his slacks, found his pulsating erection, and immediately drew him into my mouth. I gave him a slow, long, loving blowjob. When he discharged in my mouth, I greedily swallowed every drop.

My heart was still; my nerves calm. I wondered what the Rodriguez brother's cum would taste like.

Yes, I thought. This is who I am and I love it!

Darling had me take a quick shower, attach the scrotum strap, and dressed me in my sheer, see-thru yellow panties. 

I waited on my knees a few feet from Darling sitting on the sofa. My head bowed, my hands clasped behind my back in my best subservient pose. 

He gave me last minute instructions and just then there were three sharp knocks on the door. 

My heart pounded with a mixture of fear and excitement. Darling had pinched and caressed my breasts and nipples until my clitty was hard as a rock, forcing the front of my panties to jut straight-out.

My head was bowed. I did not look up when the men entered the apartment. Darling offered the men beer, but one man (it was Scarface, I recognized his voice) replied they still had another job to go to after they left here. They settled on soft drinks.

Darling settled on the sofa near me. No time was going to be wasted. A man approached me and I stared at his dirty work boots.

I saw a hand lift my chin until I was staring into his eyes-it was Scarface-he would be the first. He had a kind smile on his face. 

He stared hard into my eyes. "Hi, Chica, remember me?"

I nodded my head.

"Johnny, this is Ernesto-is there something you would like to ask him?"

I couldn't help myself-my face blushed a bright crimson.

"H-Hello, Ernesto..." I stammered. "It is a pleasure to meet you-w-would you allow me the privilege of sucking your cock?"

His smile broadened and I could see all his white teeth.

"I would like that very much, Chica," he said.

My trembling fingers had difficulty opening his jeans, and pulling his underwear to his knees. His prick was already hard. It was slightly longer and thicker than Darlings cock. 

I did as Darling had instructed: I buried my face in his crotch and licked his ball sac. His scrotum was covered in dried sweat and the manly aroma drifted I up my nostrils until it made my head swoon. There's nothing like the smell of a manly-man's crotch!

I licked his scrotum, and alternated sucking one ball at a time into my mouth. My left hand was busy gently stroking the shaft of his cock while I fondled his balls with my other hand.

Darling leaned forward, and patted my head. That was the signal to move on to Ernest's hard cock. I drank in the beauty of the rigid, brown cock inches from my mouth. I wet my lips, and slid them around his plum-sized cockhead.

My mouth was stretched wide. I remained still until I became used to his girth then I sucked him with all the enthusiasm a good blowjob deserves. When you pleasure a real man, you have to give a 110% effort.

My hands quit trembling and moved non-stop over his cock and balls. I lost myself in the sucking. I inhaled sharply thru my nose reveling in his manly fragrance.

When I felt his hips begin to buck and jerk, I stroked and sucked him faster and harder. I planted my tongue flat on his slit, and when his balls erupted, I eagerly lapped at his cum and swallowed every mouthful. My balls began to ache. The front of my panties was wet with pre-cum. 

After I licked him clean, put away his softened cock and adjusted his clothing into place, he patted my head and said, "That was excellent, Chica, I am already looking forward to next week!"

He turned and left me on my knees and immediately I saw another pair of dirty work boots in front of me.

"Johnny, say 'hi' to Rico," said Darling.

"Hello, Rico..." I said with more confidence. "It is a pleasure to meet you-would you allow me the privilege of sucking your cock?"

And the dance continued...

Finally, it was Juan. And then it was over and the brothers were leaving. 

My balls had swollen twice their normal size, and I was praying to God for Darling to bend me over and give me a fucking I'd never forget.

My prayers were answered. He couldn't get out of his clothes fast enough. When he was naked he bent me over the end of the sofa and plunged into me thru the tiny slit in the panties. 

God how I loved the feel of my throbbing clitty pressed against the sheer material if my panties as he madly fucked me. He didn't last long though and I unexpectedly felt the wetness gushing into my pussy.

I whimpered in frustration, but my hopes quickly soared when I realized he hadn't lost his erection. The walls of my pussy clung tightly, and squeezed, his throbbing hard-on. Then, he grasped my hips, and violently thrust into me. I cried out in ecstasy when his battering ram banged against my prostate. 

When he was getting close, I began moaning and begging for relief. Just before he came inside me for a second rime, he said, "Unfasten the strap!"

You don't have to tell me twice! I had become very adept at reaching into my panties and loosening the strap.

He gave one, final deep thrust that took my breath away then we screamed and shouted as our balls unleashed wave-after-wave of hot cum. If someone had been watching us, I'm sure they would have been amused by our wild gyrations, and the twisted and contorted expressions on our faces. 




Danny Darling Ch. 06



He collapsed on top of me and we remained that way until I felt his flaccid penis slip from my oozing pussy.

I smiled into the sofa cushion. The orgasms Darling gave me were light-years more powerful and intense than anything I'd experienced in the past, and they seemed to get better and better.

God, I love this man!

I was standing naked before the vanity mirror, lost in nervous anticipation, mindlessly brushing my hair. 

Darling had informed me while I was taking my bath that my old boss from the department store, Mrs. Nelson, and her boy Michael would be coming here tonight.

"You will address her as 'Mistress Marcia'," he'd said matter-of-factly.

On the settee next to the counter was my outfit for the night: sheer red, babydoll nightie and matching panties; a very flimsy and small red lace bra; a black, lace garter belt; and sheer, black nylon stockings.

It is what I thought of as my 'total-girly-outfit', and now, I would have to wear it in front of a woman I'd worked for-a woman I admired and respected. 

Then it hit me like a ton of bricks: Dummy, I said to myself. Except for the garter belt and stockings, this is the outfit I was wearing beneath my clothes when Mrs. Nelson caught me, uh, when she made me take off my shirt and slacks in her office.

She called me a 'sissyboy'...she'd made me admit to her I was a 'sissyboy'.

I furrowed my brow, and with a puzzled look on my face, I stared at my reflection in the mirror.

Slowly, my lips went from a frown to a smile. I glanced at the outfit then back to myself in the mirror. A soft chuckle escaped my mouth.

Johnny, I told myself, YOU ARE A SISSY-YOU LOVE WEARING GIRLY OUTFITS FOR DARLING!

I began humming as I went about the business of dressing.

The brassiere was first. Darling rarely had me wear a bra so I still struggled when I reached behind me to fasten the clasp. After 4-5 tries, I finally did it. 

The cups were small, and while I didn't really have breasts, per se, Darling had worked my nipples to the extent they were now over an inch in length when hard. I have to admit, I was aroused whenever the lacy material was bound against my ultra-sensitive nipples.

Next came the garter belt...that was always easy; step into it then pull it up above my hips. My only concern was that I didn't have it on backwards.

Now came the hard part-the nylon stockings. First, I checked my toe nails. They had to be clipped very close so as to not cause a tear or run in the stockings.

I sat on the settee, pushing the nighty and panties to one side, then rolled the stocking, leaned back against the wall; curled my foot so it pointed straight; then slowly rolled the sexy material up my leg.

Oh God, how I loved the feel of the stockings when they firmly encased my soft flesh!

I always took more time than necessary while rolling the stockings up my legs; reveling in the delicious and exquisite sensations.

I hate to admit it, but whenever the stockings were in place, my clitty always became erect, and I couldn't stop myself from stroking it for several seconds.

I was grateful Darling only occasionally had me dress in my 'total-girly-outfit'-it was TOO feminine and delightful-my mind became enveloped in fog, and I really did begin to think of myself as a girl. 

I snapped out of my reverie, took my hand off my clitty, fastened the stockings to the garter straps then stood at the counter. The black leather scrotum strap was next. 

I don't know why Darling wanted me to wait until I had an erection before I fastened it in place-it was a more difficult and sometimes painful procedure when my clitty was hard, and my balls rode high in their sac.

Next were the red, diaphanous panties. I wriggled my hips as I pulled them up in place. 

As usual, my clitty pushed out the front of the panties, and my shaved crotch was clearly visible to all who chose to look. This is how Darling always presented me to his friends.

Finally, I carefully pulled the sheer nighty over my head, smoothed it in place then fixed my hair. I was mindlessly smiling at my image in the mirror when I noticed Darling come up behind me.

He wrapped his arms around me, drew me back to him, kissed my neck, lightly nipped at my ear then whispered, "You are the most beautiful boy I've ever seen!"

He turned me facing him and we kissed. His lips were soft and hot; he broke the kiss only when I felt his erection pressing against my belly.

He smiled down at me and said, "I have a present for you" then handed me a jewelry box.

I briefly thought it might be a second ear ring but when I opened the box my breath caught in my throat.

My eyes grew wide and I exclaimed, "Oh my God, it's beautiful!"

I pulled from the small box a ring with a large, and what looked to be a very expensive diamond. 

OH MY GOD-HE BOUGHT ME A DIAMOND RING!!

My eyes flooded with tears of happiness-my smile was ear-to-ear. I threw my arms around him and hugged him close. 

I looked into his eyes and said, "I love you, Darling."

I thought I saw moisture in his eyes as he replied, "I love you too, Sweetie."

Another long kiss then he said, "Here, let me put the ring on your finger."

I was glad he offered to do it for me. Never having worn a ring I didn't know on which finger it belonged.

He took the ring from me, held up my left hand, and worked the ring onto the finger next to my pinky finger. It was a snug fit; it felt perfect there.

I held up my hand and admired the diamond ring. It was gorgeous!

We hugged and kissed and I slid my hand into his shorts and caressed his hardness.

I wanted to do something special for him. I began kissing my way down his chest and was about to go to my knees when we were startled by knocking on the front door.

"OH!" exclaimed Darling. "It's later than I thought. I'm going to put on my robe, why don't you answer the door and welcome our guests!"

I beamed at him and replied, "Yes, my Darling."

The next morning I was sitting at the computer, working on a couple of Darling's business spreadsheets. I should say, I was trying to work on the spreadsheets. It was difficult to focus on my job.

Between the memories from the night before, and my need to hold up my left hand and admire my new diamond ring, my concentration wasn't very good.

Michael, Mistress Marcia's 'boy', was older than me, gorgeous like I'd never seen before, and had a cock longer and thicker than Darling's that I'm sure gave his Mistress many orgasms.

Stretching my lips wide over his cockhead and feeling the softness of his delicious flesh on my tongue, well, it was a good thing I was wearing my scrotum strap, otherwise I would have made a huge mess inside my panties.

Of course, it wasn't all roses. Darling gave Mistress Marcia permission to spank me. I hadn't been spanked since I was seven, when my father caught me playing with my sister's Barbie dolls. I hate to admit that I actually enjoyed it. When she was finished, my buttocks were glowing red, and my clitty was as hard as it has ever been.

I had to kneel before Mistress Marcia not once, but twice, and eat her furry cunt. She pulled my face so hard against her open gash, I thought my head was going to disappear inside her and I would be smothered to death.

All-in-all though, I had three glorious orgasms last night: 

One when Michael fucked me with his wonderful cock (Mistress Marcia and Darling wanted to watch the two of us perform); the second when Mistress Marcia fucked me hard with her strap-on (why do these white women always seem to use big black dildo's?); and the third, and by far the best orgasm was after our guests had left, and in bed, facing him, I mounted Darling's cock and rode him long and hard-my eyes locked into his. 

It is unbelievable how much more intense the orgasm is when you are madly in love with the man you are satisfying.

Anyway, like I said, it was difficult to concentrate on my computer work with the dull, sweet-aching sensations still lingering in my well-used pussy, and my buttocks still sore from the deliciously wicked spanking. 

I finished my work and was going to shut-down the computer when I remembered to check Darling's emails. Sometimes there was correspondence that needed to be answered.

Nope, everything was routine, and I deleted most of them. I noticed he had over eight-hundred items in his 'Deleted' folder, and wondered if maybe I should get rid of them permanently. I decided to look them over to see if Darling needed them or not.

I slowly scrolled down, first looking at the sender, then the subject line. 

I was getting towards the bottom when suddenly I felt a lightning bolt coursing thru my body. My eyes grew wide as saucers, the hair on the back of neck stood straight. My heart raced and pounded like never before.

OH MY GOD!! WHY THE HELL DID MY MOTHER SEND DARLING THESE EMAILS???

When I regained my composure, I scanned the dates they were sent.

HOLY SHIT!! They started a good month before I left home-before I even had decided where I was going to move to.

HOW CAN THIS BE???

I hesitated for several seconds pondering the meaning of this. I found the email with the earliest date, and with trembling fingers clicked on it and read:

Hi Danny,

This is in response to your recent ad in 'Alternative Lifestyles' magazine.

I have long suspected that my son, John, is gay. (HUH!! WHAT???)The one time I broached the subject with him, he vehemently denied it, and countered with the fact he had had an active sex life with two different girls. Since I became friends with both girls, I know that to be true.

HOWEVER, both young women have confided in me concerning his sexual proclivities, and the three of us could only conclude he was hiding his true nature. We believe he is in deep denial, unwilling, or unable to come to grips with his true sexuality.

My son is a wonderful boy. Bright, funny, and can be very articulate if drawn out. He is small in stature, 5'7 and 140 pounds, very shy, and has never had close male friends his own age. 

He seems to be most comfortable with older men. In particular, there have been two men (that I'm aware of) whose company he seemed to prefer over anyone else. 

I suspected those 'friendships' may have been more than met the eye, but he was over 18 so I said nothing. Besides, he appeared happiest during those relationships. 

He is a very good-looking boy, almost to the point of being 'pretty.' My greatest fear is for him to be seduced by an unscrupulous pervert for his own agenda. 

I do not want him to go through life in his currently miserable state of mind. He has been, and is, depressed, angry and completely unable to find the beauty and grandeur of life itself.

His moping demeanor is a constant heart-ache for me, and his two sisters. All we want for him is to be happy. 

Last week, he told me he wanted to leave our home state and move to California. When I asked him why, he could only stammer, and evade my questions while his face turned three-shades of red.

I know why he wants to leave home-he can never 'be true to himself' while living here. 

His father was something of a homophobe, and instilled in John that destructive quality that will forever deny him the possibility of accepting who he is. 

I believe John feels the only way to explore his true nature is to be somewhere he has no friends or family...someplace he can start over and not feel the shame and embarrassment that a closeted boy fears and dreads.

I truly believe a committed relationship with an older man who can serve as mentor for both his emotional and physical needs will serve to develop my son into the man he needs to be to survive and be happy in this crazy world. 

Danny, I don't know you at all. I mean, what kind of man places an ad in a strange magazine searching for a boy? But, I was impressed with your words, and your seemingly genuine desire to find companionship.

I can only hope and pray your intentions are sincere and honorable.

I certainly don't want my son to leave home, but he is determined to get out of here ASAP. It can be a cold and cruel world out there, and my only course of action is to try and protect him as best I can, and ensure his safety. 

I am a desperate mother who wants only the best for my extremely unhappy son. 

Can you help me?

With great apprehension,

Barbara

ps Attached you will find a recent photo of my beloved son 

I stared blankly at the screen. Did I read this right? Did my mother plan for this to happen? Did she and Darling actually orchestrate the last seven-weeks of my life?

A thought came to mind and I pulled on jeans and a tee shirt and hurried outside to my car. In the glove box I found what I was looking for then went back to the apartment.

Since Darling would be home for lunch at any time, I stripped to my panties and returned to the computer room. I unfolded the maps and papers from the car, and laid them beside the computer.

Nothing unusual here, I thought as I rummaged thru the papers. Just the mapquest my mother had printed to get me from Minnesota-to-Florida, and the copy of the classified ads for apartments she'd also printed from our home desktop computer.

I glanced at the classifieds and saw the yellow hi-lighted section. It was the only ad she had circled, and in her own handwriting she'd scrawled: "I've done some research, this place looks both affordable and safe-go here first!" It was Darling's ad from the newspaper. 

When I'd arrived in town, I didn't give it a second thought, since my mother hadn't circled or hi-lighted any other ad, I came straight to Darling's apartment building. 

He asked me a few questions, I filled out a couple forms, and I moved in an hour after I had arrived.

Oh my God! The whole thing had definitely been a set-up! My own mother had conspired with a man she didn't know for me to become his 'boy'-his submissive, homosexual lover!

The memories flooded back to me. My original plan was to move to California; I hadn't given Florida any consideration at all until my mother began her non-stop campaign for me to change my mind.

And as usual, I followed her advice.

I was frozen in place, absolutely stunned. I blankly stared at the computer screen for several minutes before I decided to read another email:

Dear Barbara, 

Thank you for your response. I know how difficult it must have been for you to bare your soul to someone you've never met. You are a courageous woman for even answering my ad. I know you did so out of a deep love and concern for your son's well-being. 

Let me try to put your mind at ease: I am not a freak or predator-I want only the love and companionship we all hope to find at least once in our lifetimes. 

Your email has buoyed my spirits; I had come to believe I was on an unreasonable and unobtainable quest for an ideal that did not exist. You have renewed my hope that I could find a boy to mentor, and perhaps become involved with in a meaningful relationship. 

Allow me to give you a brief description of me and my life:

I am a male in my fifties, not the most handsome of men, but not hideous either. I have accumulated considerable monies through real estate and the stock market. Your son would never have to work a day in his life ever again.

I am a romantic...I want to believe your son and I will fall hopelessly in love, and live happily ever after. But I am a realist as well. My intentions are to open John's eyes to the person he is, and to demonstrate to him how wonderful life can be if he accepts and embraces his true nature.

If I can help him achieve awareness, I have done my job. If he chooses to leave me, he is free to do so at any time. I desire a friend and lover, not a prisoner.

I own and manage the apartment building where John will live. All of my tenets are couples who are gay or lesbian. I always keep one apartment vacant, in case a nice boy should somehow come into my life.

I would be grateful if you could provide me with more information. 

What are his habits, likes and dislikes? I realize as his mother, you may be uncomfortable sharing details of your son's sex life, but any pertinent information you can share with me would be most valuable. 

My heart is soaring at the prospect of meeting your son, John. 

Sincerely,

Danny

This is incredible! How could I have been so blind to all this? My life in Tampa has been a total and complete sham...an illusion created by masters of manipulation.

It wasn't an accident or a stroke of good luck I found a job so quickly working for Mistress Marcia-it was preplanned!

As I'm sure my car was rigged to fail so I would have to rely on Darling. And it is now obvious that Darling set-up my horrifying introduction to Scarface and his brothers on the bus.

How could I have been so stupid and naïve? Tears welled in my eyes as I began to question the veracity of Darling's feelings for me. Did he really love me, or is he just using me to satisfy his unquenchable lust?

I took a deep gulp of air, wiped my eyes dry, and continued reading the emails.

Dear Danny,

My son is a loner. He has no close friends his own age; he has always preferred staying home and performing what has traditionally been 'female chores'-cooking, cleaning, laundry, he even wanted to learn how to sew.

He has become an outstanding 'homemaker'-he's an excellent cook, and our clothes and house are always clean and immaculate. I hate to say this, but his younger sisters refer to him behind his back as not John, but Joan, their older, fussy sister. 

As for his relationships with females, his two girlfriends confided to me that John often experiences 'difficulties' when they become intimate. He is eager to please, but his body fails to respond to stimulus 'straight' men find exciting. 

He has no interest in sports, or any other outdoor 'manly' pursuits. He loves sitting in his bedroom and staring at his computer screen for hours. Unfortunately, one of my daughters accidentally discovered websites my son seems to gravitate towards.

There are a half dozen women's lingerie sites; a dozen or so sites where they post photos of girls and women performing oral sex on men and boys. We thought this was a good sign, showing he had interest in females, but my eldest daughter pointed out perhaps John is staring at the erections, using heterosexual photos to hide his real desires.

To almost prove my daughter's theory, we found several sites devoted to erotic literature, and each one was bookmarked to go directly to the 'Gay Male' category.

There is one area where I'm not sure how to approach so I'll just put it right out there: John has an extreme interest in women's underwear-especially panties.

He thinks we don't know of his fetish, but when your sexiest panties continually come up missing for days at a time, it becomes obvious where they are, and what they're being used for.

John seems to believe that because he does the laundry, he can get away with using our panties for his personal pleasure and no one would discover his secret. Once again I sadly report that unbeknownst to him, I have caught him in the act.

In all honesty and candor, I never knew some men masturbate by grinding their erections into the mattress and actually climaxing inside the panties. I have unfortunately witnessed my son doing just that while wearing my sexiest panties. Ugh!

From the aroma in his bedroom, I would say he performs this act quite frequently.

(OH-MY-GOD...HOW COULD MY OWN MOTHER SAY ALL THIS TO A COMPLETE STRANGER?)

Danny, I am at my wits end...my worst fear is that he will actively seek out men to fulfill his fantasies, and I know, there are many perverted, and possibly violent men who would love to get their hands on my innocent son.

I love my son with all my heart-I only want the best for him. He's a wonderful boy who deserves to find peace of mind and true happiness.




Danny Darling Ch. 06



I pray to God you can help open his eyes to the wonder and splendor of life. 

I've said this before, and I'll say it again: Regardless of the lifestyle best suited for him and his sexuality, my daughters and I are concerned only with his happiness.

Thank you for listening,

Barbara

I'd read enough-my mother and Danny had conspired against me-the past two months of my life was a complete lie. 

Everything about it had been preplanned—HA—WHAT A JOKE-I really believed I was in total control. Important decisions had been made for me without my knowledge or consent.

Am I really this helpless faggot, sissy-boy who the two most important people I know seem to believe is incapable of running his own life?

"Oh good-you're reading the emails," Darling said behind me.

I nearly leapt out of my skin at the sudden sound of his voice. My sense of hearing is good; it surprised me I didn't hear him come into the apartment.

"W-What is all this?" I asked almost in a whisper. "You and my mom...you planned for all this to happen? MY OWN MOTHER? REALLY? MY MOTHER SOLD ME OUT TO THE HIGHEST BIDDER?"

My whole body began trembling and shaking. A blind rage washed over me in a flash flood of anger and hatred.

I was about to jump out of the chair and confront him face-to-face when I felt his hands press down on my shoulders, forcing me to stay seated. I was powerless against him and I knew it. The stark reality of my impotence hit me hard. 

"Please, John, take a deep breath..." he said, "...however we arrived here today, the facts are we love each other-you make me a whole person-these have been the happiest weeks of my life, and I truly believe I have helped you come to grips with the kind of boy you are..."

'...the kind of boy you are'-there's that phrase again...how many times have people said that to me? WHAT THE HELL DOES IT MEAN?

"Johnny, the only thing that's important is the here-and-now-the only thing that matters is whether or not you are happier now than any other time in your life...you know, Sweetie-sometimes the ends do justify the means!"

I actually understood what he was saying. It was like a light bulb suddenly clicked 'on' in my head. My eyes opened wide for the first time. The past few weeks flashed thru my mind and everything became as clear to me as a cloudless day. 

Darling was right-I am a submissive sissyboy, and I love it. I love him with all my heart, and my sex life is more exciting than I could ever have hoped for.

Life before Darling had been meaningless and empty. I'd been a shell of a human being, going through the motions of living. I never allowed myself to dream of the life I was now leading. I had always suppressed my emotions for fear my future life could never live up to my hopes and expectations. 

Suddenly, I no longer felt the weight of the world bearing down and suffocating me.

OH MY GOD-I HAVE AN ACTUAL LIFE AND I AM ALIVE AND HAPPY!!

Having a penis does not make anyone a boy or man. It's what you feel inside that determines who you are. You can't choose your sexuality any more than you can choose the color of your eyes. 

I was born this way, dammit! I have no more control over my feelings for men than I do for the foods I like...and who gives a damn, anyway? This is MY LIFE, dammit and I love it!! 

I love the fact men find me attractive and sexy; it thrills me to know they get erections when they are near me; I love going to my knees to fondle and caress men's cocks and balls; it makes me delirious with lust when I take a hard penis into my mouth, and I am proud and ecstatic when I am able to make the men moan with pleasure, and ultimately, discharge their manly essence into my mouth.

My frown turned into a smile when I thought of the thrill and excitement I feel every time I bend over for Darling and he fucks me hard and long, using me like a girl-like the queer-boy that I am. 

I am not ashamed to say this man saved my life and, for the first time ever-I AM HAPPY! 

You know what-I don't care how I got to this point in my life-the ends DO justify the means-a wonderful man loves me, and I love him. We make each other happy-isn't that what life is all about?

I am laying back in the bath tub, luxuriating in the soapy and bubbly hot water. In an hour or so, Darling is going to 'present me' to all the residents of the building at a pool party. I am nervous, but not fearful; there are still four couples I have yet to meet, but am looking forward to entertaining and partying with them.

I close my eyes and remember the day before. After my epiphany, Darling and I kissed and hugged and declared our undying love for one another. 

I wanted to lower my panties and bend over for him, but he'd said there wasn't enough time, that the Rodriguez brothers would be here at any moment. My clitty had instantly stiffened at the thought of satisfying three men.

When they arrived, I was already in position, on my knees sitting upright, my head bowed awaiting the signal to begin.

As usual, I first heard Scarface's, I mean, Ernesto's voice as he patted my head: "Oh my pretty little Chica, you don't know how much I look forward to my time with you!"

I was now an expert at opening men's slacks, and extricating their erections. I did it slowly, and with great flourish. I made a small show of it when their hard cocks sprang into view.

"Ohhh..." I'd gasp, or moan, "...I love your manly cock-may I please take it into my mouth and pleasure you?"

"Yes, my Chica," he'd said, "you are the very best-you were born to suck men's tools!"

I smiled as I opened my lips wide, and slid them over his bulbous cockhead.

He was right, I said to myself. I was born to kneel before men...it was my birthright to give them pleasure...who am I to fight Mother Nature?

And when Juan, the third and youngest brother erupted in my mouth and I greedily swallowed every drop of his slightly salty nectar, I beamed with pride.

My clitty was hard as a rock, and the front of my panties were soaked with pre-cum. I was trembling with lust and desire.

For the rest of the afternoon, and into the evening, Darling and I made passionate love.

He took me bending over; he had me climb on top and mount his steel-pole of an erection. Each time his balls emptied deep inside my pussy, he allowed me to orgasm as well. I'd never known such bliss and happiness even existed.

Between our couplings, I sat on his lap; we kissed, embraced and stroked each other's moist flesh. We were the only people in the world-a man and his boy sharing intimate kisses and touches, oblivious to the world outside of our love-nest.

When it finally came time for sleep, we went to the big bed and cuddled. I caressed and stroked him to another erection. He slowly removed my panties.

I opened my legs wide as he climbed on top of me. I felt his turgid pole on my buttocks. He took my ankles and placed them over his shoulders then worked the knob of his cock into my yawning pussy. 

In the dim, red glow of the bedroom, we intently stared into each other's eyes, and in one thrust of his hips, he buried his magnificent cock inside me. 

Smiles formed on our faces, our eyes locked together. He moved forward, forcing my legs high in the air. 

My heart pounded and raced wildly. I was helpless beneath him as his thrusts became more urgent. This was my favorite position-my man in complete control above me-taking his pleasure any way he desired.

I wanted it to last forever. Between our grunts and groans we murmured sweet-nothings to one another. When I felt his cock expand inside me, and my own balls were near bursting, we cried out in unison, "I LOVE YOU-I LOVE YOU-I LOVE YOU!!"

I remember lying there, marveling at the feel of his manly juices oozing from my pussy onto the bedsheet. Just before I dozed-off, I smiled in the darkness thinking how much I loved sleeping on the wet-spot, his sticky discharge clinging to my soft flesh. 

"SWEETIE, IT'S TIME TO GET READY!" I heard Darling call out.

I pulled the plug, and as the water swirled down the drain, I turned-on the shower and washed the stubble off my body. I had grown to love the feel of my hairless flesh.

In the vanity area I found only pink panties-my girliest, see-thru panties with the pink, lace waistband. A shiver of excitement raced up-and-down my spine as I realized I'd be nearly nude when Darling paraded me before all his friends at the pool. 

I resolved to carry myself with pride and dignity. I would always demonstrate to Darling and the world how grateful I am he chose me to be the boy in his life.

My hair had grown long, and when it was dry I fashioned it into a ponytail. I attached the scrotum strap, and slipped into the panties; my clitty becoming semi-erect as always when it came in contact with the sheer material.

Darling came up behind me, put his arms around me and said, "You are so beautiful!! You look like an angel!"

I blushed. I haven't quite gotten accustomed to his compliments.

"Are you ready, my Dear?" he asked softly, stroking my panty-encased buttocks, bringing my clitty to full erection.

I took a deep breath and nodded my head. He took my hand and we left the apartment.

When we reached the door leading to the pool he stopped and kissed me. His hands stroked and pinched my breasts until my nipples hardened into their inch-long points.

My clitty was flat against my tummy, the head peeking above the waistband. He reached inside my panties and adjusted it until it stood straight out from my body, tenting-out the front of my panties.

Everyone was going to see me in my 'full glory'-hard nipples and clitty. I took one last deep breath when he opened the door and led me outside into the brilliant sunshine.

The laughter and conversations around the pool came to an abrupt stop when they saw us enter the area. All eyes were on me. I thought I heard Mistress Katie say, "Awww, look how cute he is."

I didn't look at anyone in particular, but I noticed broad smiles on most faces. 

Darling squeezed my hand and said, "You're doing fine-we're going to walk around the pool so I can show you off to everyone."

My pride and confidence increased with each step we took. My man wanted everyone to see me up-close...how much more proof did I need of Darling's love for me.

My heart swelled with happiness-drops of pre-cum leaked from my slit staining the front of my panties. I responded by subtly throwing back my shoulders and pushing out my hips so my erection was even more prominent.

My body language told everyone: Yes, I belong to Darling-the most wonderful man in the world!

When we made a full lap around the pool, Darling suddenly stopped. He went down on one knee surprising the heck out of me. He held my hand and gazed into my eyes.

"Johnny, you are a wonderful boy and I'm madly in love with you...I am the luckiest man alive...finding you wasn't easy-it was a very long and lonely search...and now that we're together, I never want to let you go...Johnny, my sweetheart and friend-my confidant and lover-will you marry me?"

EPILOGUE

The three of us were in Mistress Marcia's bedroom. We were startled by two sharp knocks on the door.

"Who is it?" my mother called out.

"I want to give my fiancé a hug and kiss," we heard Danny say thru the door.

My mother replied, "No way-it's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding-you can hug and kiss him all you want AFTER the ceremony!"

Danny muttered something under his breath and walked away. My mother turned to me and winked and smiled. I smiled back, still somewhat self-conscious of the fact I was standing before her in just white lace panties, and white nylon thigh-high stockings.

Moments earlier, my mother had run her hands over my chest and stomach remarking, "Oh my, dear, you are in fantastic shape...whatever Danny has you doing is certainly working! Your tummy is flat and hard, and I love what he's done with your breasts and nipples-my God, your nipples are longer than mine!"

I blushed a deep red. Even though mother had been here in Florida for two weeks, and she and I had several long talks about my 'exciting adventure' (as she called my new life), her increasingly bold and intimate familiarity with my body and her insatiable curiosity regarding my role as Darling's lover, it was still embarrassing for me to discuss these private matters with her. 

"Sweetie," Darling had said, "...she's only trying to reconnect with you...give it time-your mother has never known the 'real' you, has she?" 

"No, I guess not," I conceded. 

"Mistress Barbara," said Vickie, the pretty redhead I'd worked with in the lingerie department at Dullards. "Here's his blouse."

My mother held out the white, silk blouse and I slid my arms thru the sleeves. Vicky then handed my mother the white silk short-shorts. I stepped into them and my mom pulled them up to my waist, and helped me tuck in the blouse and fasten the shorts.

Next came the shoes I was dreading wearing. White patent leather heels-THREE-INCH HEELS. Each shoe had a real, pink rose attached to the top. I had no idea how I'd be able to walk in them. 

"Okay, Sweetie...practice walking like I showed you, and I'll come back for you when its time," she said and gave me a peck on the cheek. 

Just before she and Vickie left me alone in the bedroom, she turned and looked at me one more time. I could see her eyes misting-over.

"Sweetie," she said softly. "You are the prettiest bride I've ever seen...Danny is a very lucky man-you are going to make him a wonderful wife!"

"Uh, t-thanks, mom," I replied. To be honest, my own mother referring to me as a 'bride' and 'wife' made me feel uncomfortable. I guess I wasn't totally acclimated to my 'exciting adventure.'

I walked around the room until my feet hurt. The damn shoes were tight and painfully scrunched my toes. I sat on a chair, removed the shoes, and massaged my feet.

The past few weeks had been a whirlwind of activity. Since Darling's proposal, and my giddy and tearful acceptance, life seemed to take on a momentum of its own.

My relationship with Darling has evolved to where he treats me with love and respect; actively seeking out my thoughts and opinions. We are equal partners and we listen carefully to one another.

Of course, that DOES NOT include our sex life. I am, and always will be his eager and obedient bitch!

I no longer take myself, or life itself too serious. I am able to enjoy whatever scenario happens to play out. Afterall, as long as I love taking the submissive, feminine role in sexual dalliances, I'd better have a sense of humor about it. 

Sure, I'm a work-in-progress, as Darling says, but I have overcome the greatest hurdle of all: acceptance of who I am.

My mother, well, what can I say?

Yes, I was very angry and hurt when I discovered she'd orchestrated this whole arrangement with Darling. But that quickly passed when I admitted to myself how well it had turned out, and how happy I had become.

She had accepted who I was before I did, and I love her with all my heart and soul.

We have become close-maybe too close! 

Over the past two weeks I have been learning more and more of her personal and sexual likes and dislikes. I'm glad she feels free to talk with me about these things, but on the other hand, well...she is my mother afterall.

I'd better get used to it though...with Darling's help, she is buying the house next door, yes, next door to Mistress Marcia, and, I have already had the misfortune of unintentionally seeing Vickie kneeling between my mother's wide-open thighs-oh well...

The time was drawing near and my heart was racing with excitement. 

I remembered questioning the legality of our marriage and Darling saying to me, "Sweetie, we are getting married before the eyes of God-not the government...and when the day comes and it is legal in Florida, which it will be, we'll have a second ceremony at city hall."

My mother suddenly came thru the door and said, "It's time."

I squeezed my swollen feet back into the shoes. She helped me stand and we waited until I was sure of my balance.

"Sweetie," she said staring into my eyes, "I am so happy for you...I know how much you love him, and he is absolutely head-over-heels in love with you...you are going to have a wonderful life together!"

She kissed my cheek and asked, "Are you ready?"

I smiled then answered, "Yes-yes I am!"

We left the bedroom and walked thru the house. Everyone was outside in the garden. We came to the sliding glass door leading outside. I stopped for a moment, looking out at all my new friends. 

My mother placed a small, white derby on my head and smoothed the veil over my face. She then slid the glass door open. At that very moment, Mistress Katy, seated at the organ, began playing "The Wedding March."

Goose-pimples covered my flesh. A lump formed in my throat and my heart swelled with love and pride.

My mother hooked her arm in mine, and walked me down the aisle.

My lips formed the widest smile of my life as I stared at my soon-to-be husband, standing next to his best man, Jackson.

I couldn't take my eyes off Darling. My clitty began to twitch and jump inside my white lace panties. It had a mind of its own and was soon fully erect, tenting-out the front of my shorts. 

I no longer experienced shame or embarrassment-on the contrary, I hoped everyone was looking at it. I know Darling saw it-he winked at me and broke into a huge grin.

My eyes misted over. This was truly the happiest day of my life. I couldn't wait to become Darling's wife...I would absolutely love, honor, cherish and obey him for the rest of my life.

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