3 comments/ 34557 views/ 26 favorites Fantasy Out Of Control By: gbr2004 I'm a divorced man living in Las Vegas. Recently retired, live alone and live a relatively normal life. I'm in decent shape for my age, 5'8", 180, and stocky build. I have been straight for the majority of my life. For the last few years, I have started to think more about getting together with another man. It goes beyond just this, as I want to be submissive to that man. I fantasize about it often and have had a few, like four, encounters with men for real. These encounters were with men that said they were dominant and I tried to explain what I was hoping for. One of the men was rather dominant and I met with him three times. The other men were not as much dominant, as just men that wanted to have me suck their cocks. I was looking for more than that. I wanted a man, that when he stood in front of me, I couldn't keep eye contact and could only lower my eyes. What would he want of me? The man I met several times was into spanking, loved being sucked, like working my ass with a dildo and butt plugs. I always disappointed him by using my safe word too soon. I fantasize about hard spankings a lot but when it starts to hurt too bad, I always wimp out. I discussed after our last encounter that I didn't want a safe word next time, that I trusted him to know when I had had enough. I don't want him to stop till he has me crying like a little sissy. We haven't had a chance to get together since, he's married. What I want? I would like to find a man that likes smoking a little pot or at least don't mind if I do. Makes it more intense and makes me feel more submissive. My ideal man would be very vocal and enjoy verbally abusing his boy. Maybe we would be sitting there getting high and he would surprise me by telling me that even if you didn't know anything about me, he would think I was gay. He would talk to me about how I try to be masculine and straight acting but that I didn't pull it off very well. He would tell me that it's not that hard to see and that there were probably a lot of other guys who saw me the same way. It was rather humiliating but made me wonder if he was right, did others see me that way? I know I told him that I wanted verbal abuse but when you actually hear another man talk to me like that it's rather intimidating. He would start by explaining that we will be meeting bi monthly for training sessions. He would explain how I'm going to become his fag bitch. He said it was his job to beat the masculinity out of me. When finished, anytime the boy was with him, he would behave as a faggot. His training to get me to this point would involve a lot of discipline and verbal abuse to get me acting properly. It would be so humiliating to the boy to have to behave like such a fag. The man explains to the boy that once trained, the man will expect the boy to serve other men or women if ordered. The encounters will never be in public places. He may be punished in front of the man's friends if the man desires to do so. Disobediance will not be tolerated. Limits will be agreed on earlier. He will learn to deep throat cock and will be fucked, safely of course, the boy must learn his place. How far might this man take things and will the boy be able to measure up? I have been spanked pretty hard, have sucked cock and swallowed and two different guys tried to fuck me but had trouble keeping it up. Sometime I want to find out what it feels like to be fucked, really fucked. Saying all that, fantasy is fantasy and I am hesitant to meet men for real. Have talked to a few men online and have found not a large demand for older submissive men. Also most ads just looking for more of just a fuck/suck thing and I desire more of a kinky scene. Worry a lot about stds and also jealous wives, don't want to get into the middle of a bad scene. That is my problem, too much thinking, probably why I need a man to take control when we are together. Not looking for any life changes, just a few hours a month to live out some fantasies. The man would enjoy lording over the boy. Have the boy groveling at his feet, promising to do better and know that he means it. He would enjoy punishing his boy. The boy's tears always make his cock so hard. He visualizes the helpless boys tied up tightly and his to do with as he desires. His lessons on begging would remain on a boy's mind for a long time. He loves the look of a bright red ass. The boy must be taught his place. He fingers on the boy's chin making him look at him then suddenly slapping him. Then repeating it several times, making the boy look at him all the time. He wants to see the submission in the boy's eyes. He wants to watch him cry. The man would train the boy to become a gifted cocksucker. He would spend a lot of time with a cock in his mouth. The boy will be face fucked, he will deep throat and he will swallow any cum not shot onto his faggot face. He will be kept in panties at all times when with real men, the less the boy thinks about being a man, the quicker he will accept the fact that he is a faggot cocksucker and needs to be used by men. The boy will be taught to give his ass to real men. He will want their cocks so badly, to be a good fuck for them. He knows what a bad attitude will get him, and realizes he must let other men see what a pussy boy he is. Enough of that. A man can fantasize can't he? Never know that man might be right up the street just looking to take a straight man and turn him into a wimpy faggot. If only there were as many doms looking in the ads as there are ads by submissives. Would you like to read one of my fantasies? If so, keep reading. ****************************************************************** I was just finishing getting dressed. I have thought about doing this for a long time but figured I would just be wasting my time but was tired of staying home every night. I had decided to go hang out at a strip casino bar and see if I could meet someone interesting. Figured probably get hassled by some hookers there but not hard to get rid of them. Would enjoy their company but they want too much and besides, that isn't what I'm there for. Put on grey slacks, dress shoes and a silky white shirt. It was as brave as I could get wearing that shirt. I knew it wasn't the most masculine shirt. I did have a pair of lacy pink bikini panties on but have worn panties out before. I was going for the look that would maybe make a man wonder if I was gay. I hope that I can change my mannerisms, and hopefully my voice, not shouting fag but if you were near me, it would start you thinking. I hope I can pull it off, have never tried it before and might chicken out. My normal voice and behavior not at all gay. I put a couple condoms in my pocket along with a small tube of lube, will add to the fantasy. Smoke a big joint on the way to the casino. Pot always makes me feel more submissive. Wander through the casino, weaving through the people, checking out several hot looking women. Wonder what they would think if they knew I was wearing panties too. Get to the bar and take a stool in an area with no one too close. Order a manhatten, often have heard women order that drink, voice normal with the bartender. Get my drink and check out the others sitting up at the bar. Mainly businessmen, mostly in groups of two to four. Know that nothing can come of them, only chance would be meeting a man there by himself. A band starts playing on a small stage and I watch as a few couple get up to dance. Looking around the bar seeing if there is anyone interesting sitting at a table. As I look around I make eye contact with a man standing behind the railing surrounding the bar. A good looking businessman, nice suit, looks to be around 50, tall, at least six foot two and looks in good shape. Realizing that I'm staring, I blame the pot, and look away quickly. I turn back around leaning my elbows on the bar as I watch the band. I notice movement behind me and when I turn the man I saw on the railing is standing right there. He sits down on the stool beside mine. 'Hello,' he says extending his hand. I'm kind of in shock and don't really react, then meekly get out a hello. 'It's best you shake my hand and act like you were waiting for me. You don't want anyone to think you are here hoping someone will pick you up, do you?' Shocked when he said that but take his hand and shake it as he sits down. 'I'm Mike but I prefer you call me Sir, is that going to be a problem?' 'No, I guess not,' I say softly. I can't believe what is happening. Why does he think he can talk to me like that? 'I guess not Sir,' he says leaning forward, his eyes never leave mine. It takes me a minute to understand what he said. I think about my fantasies and what is happening and realize what I must do. 'I guess not Sir,' I reply trying to sound more gay. 'Order me a scotch and get yourself another drink boy.' The bartender comes over and I order the drinks and I pay for them when they come. He just sits there beside me watching me interact with the bartender. The man can see how nervous I feel about the situation. He leans closer, 'You looking for a man boy?' 'I don't know Sir, I did come out looking to...' 'I don't want any fucking stories boy, you here looking for a real man? Yes or No.' Looking down, 'Yes Sir.' He leans closer and I hope no one is watching as he is really in my space. 'You a good cocksucker boy?' Don't really know if I am or not, 'I will try to be good Sir.' 'Look up at me and tell me you are a good cocksucker boy.' I look up at him, can feel my face getting red. I softly reply, 'I'm a good cocksucker Sir.' 'I can't hear you boy.' I want to look around to make sure no one is close but feel he will be upset if I do, so I reply again, louder this time. 'I'm a good cocksucker Sir.' He leans back a little. 'I bet you are. You faggots are so easy to spot. Sitting there in your pretty shirt. Looking around letting men see what a fag you are. You are such a bad boy aren't you? Looking down again as he berates me. The bartender walks by and I think he might have heard some of that. I catch him looking at me a couple times later. 'I asked you a question boy. Look at you, hanging at the bar like some faggot whore. You must be a bad boy.' I can't believe how aggressive this guy is, the way he talks to me, calling me a faggot and everything. I know I should be upset but realize everything he has said is true. How can I do something like this? 'Yes Sir, I guess I'm a bad boy.' 'You guess?' 'I'm a bad boy Sir.' 'Yes you are and you know what happens to bad boys don't you. I know you read all those nasty stories and watch those fag videos. What happens to bad boys?' Head still down, 'They get punished Sir.' 'We are going to my room now faggot. Your ass will be spanked for being a bad boy and then I'm going to make you my bitch. But before we go, you have to do something for me to show me that you are an obedient boy.' Can't believe this but I do want it to happen. It excites me the way he talks to me and acts like he doesn't give a shit whether I like it or not. "What do you want me to do Sir?' 'I want you to go to the men's room and take a piss, when you come back you will have a wet spot at least 2" wide in your crotch. You will not cover it with your hands as you make your way to the bar.' 'Please Sir, please don't make me do that. With these slacks, it would really be obvious.' 'You just earned ten swats with my strap, want to try for another ten or are you going to do as told. Hand me your driver's license so I know you will be back boy. If your next move isn't handing me your license, I will make a scene and I am pretty sure by the time I finish, you will be arrested for solicitation.' I look up at the guy and his face leaves no doubt about the seriousness of the threat. I lower my eyes again and then slowly take wallet out and hand him my license and then I head to the men's room. I go into a stall and sit down on the commode. What the fuck just happened? This stranger has my license. He's going to take me to his room and spank my ass and make me suck him and he's going to fuck me. What if this guy is a freak? Will he seriously beat me up? I think maybe this is more than what I want. My immediate problem then comes to mind. He wants to make it look like I peed a little in my pants. How humiliating. How much piss would it take to make a spot that big? I start peeing into the commode and when I'm about done I pull my slacks up enough to squirt a little piss onto the slacks. I panic as I see the spot grow as I pull my panties and the slacks up. When I look in the mirror, there's a dark spot over 3" diameter right on right side of zipper. It's so obvious. I finally work up my courage and leave the men's room and hurry back to you at the bar. The man looks down and smiles, 'Good boy.' 'Please Sir, can we go now?' 'You that anxious for your spanking boy? I bet you have a nice white ass. I think you got those guy's attention boy.' When I look over I see two cute guys leaning over talking to each other then glancing over at me. I feel Mike grab me and turn me and point like he is showing me something but I know he just did it so he could turn me that direction so they could see the wet spot easier. 'Smile at them boy.' I force myself to smile at them, wishing I could turn back around but you don't allow it. 'I wonder if they would like to watch me slide my big cock up your ass boy? Just imagine that cock slowly opening your pussy up.' 'Please, can we just go Sir?' Mike takes out a business card, writes his room number on the back, 'Take this over to those guys, it's 11 now. Tell them that if they want they may call this room at one oclock.' I walk over to them, can see the lot of their faces. I hand them the card and give them the message. I start to leave but they tell me to wait a minute. One of them motions for me to lean over closer to him. 'You sure you can handle all these cocks faggot?' God, is it that obvious. 'I will try Sir.' They smile at each other. 'Did you get so excited with your john over there that you peed your pants faggot.' I just walk away. Can't believe how demeaning some of the comments have been tonight. Don't feel that I really come across as a fag. Am I wrong about that? I get back over to the bar. 'They will call faggot, I guarantee it. Now your choices are, one, walk out of here holding my hand with it looking like I'm leading you or 10 more swats with my strap. I don't want you to think I'm not fair.' God, I can't walk out of here holding his hand. I know what everyone would think if they saw this. I would look like such a fag. 'Ten more swats Sir.' 'You might regret that decision. Afraid to show all these men what a faggot you are, well sweetie, they already know. Let's go.' I follow him to the elevator and we get on and are joined by an older couple. They looked like they had been around some and were feeling no pain. As the elevator started up, Mike pushed me back towards the back of the elevator car, his hand moves to the back of my neck and he pulls me to him and kisses me. I struggle to move away but he holds my neck tightly, squeezing harder if I struggle too hard and he forces his tongue into my mouth. I look over his shoulder and right into the eyes of both of them as they stand there watching. The kiss doesn't end till the elevator stopped and they get off. 'Damn, wonder if that couple will think you are gay boy?' he says smiling them slaps my face lightly. 'You kiss like a girl.' He takes my hand and leads me from the elevator and into his room. After locking the door, he grabs me by the back of my neck and swings me around and pushing me up against the door. He is gripping the back of my neck tightly. 'You going to be a good little faggot?' he asks. The way he is in my face is so intimidating and I wonder what I got myself into. 'Yes Sir, I'll be a good faggot, please don't hurt me.' 'Of course I'm going to hurt you faggot. Not going to damage you but I will make sure you understand your place before you leave this room. I know, you are a scared little fucking wimp and wondering what the fuck. Faggot, you are going to get your ass whipped, your face fucked and my big cock up your ass. When I am done with you, you will be kneeling on the floor, cum all over your face, your lips swelled from all the cocks you have sucked and your ass full of cum.' 'Please Sir, I think I made a mistake. Please just let me leave, please.' 'Leave? You will be kneeling like that and the only thing I will hear from you is, "I need more cock. I know your type, thinking about it all the time but too much of a wimp to do anything. Well, bitch tonight you will experience those fantasies." He pulls me to him and kisses me aggressively, his tongue taking my mouth, him sucking the breath out of me. I can't keep myself from responding and I start sucking his tongue. He breaks the kiss and slaps my cheek, not that hard but the surprise of it startles me. 'Ya, you a fucking fag cunt alright. You even kiss like a girl,' he says pushing me into the center of the room. 'Strip.' The look on his face says it all. I reach down and take my shoes and socks off. Dreading what is coming when I think about the pink panties I have on. 'Hurry up cunt.' I start unbuttoning my shirt, then take it off and hang it over a chair. The moment is there as I start taking my slacks off. I push them down and hear a chuckle from the guy. My pink panties on display and making it worse they were wet from the pee in the bathroom early. 'I should have fucking known it. Can I pick the fags or not? A fucking sissy boy wearing panties like a real little whore. Is that what you are sissy boy? You a fucking whore? Maybe you are expecting me to pay to be with you. IS THAT IT FAGGOT???' 'No Sir, I just like wearing panties sometimes,' I admit to him. 'I really didn't think I would actually meet someone tonight. I just wanted to get out for a while.' 'You're getting out tonight bitch, getting put out. It's time to show real men what a pussy faggot you are. I won't be the only cock you get tonight either bitch and any fucking shit from you, I march you to the security office in just your panties. You understand cunt?' 'Yes Sir,' I answer realizing I'm about to lose it. A tear runs down my cheek. 'Perfect, a fucking crybaby too. You're such a fucking wimp. Get your ass over the side of the bed, feet on the floor, face into the bedspread. NOW!!' I do as he says. Oh fuck. I hear him open a drawer and when I look over he's taking a leather strap out of the drawer. It has a wooden handle and a leather strap about 2" wide and a foot and a half long. 'Get your face back into the bedspread faggot. Arch your back, straighten your legs, stick that ass out. It belongs to me now. Now how many swats did you earn. Oh yes, ten for disobedience and another ten for not wanting to show the other men that you belong to me. You do belong to me don't you faggot?' I'm so scared of what is going to happen but I see no way out. 'Yes Sir, I belong to you,' I answer trying to give him the answer he wants and avoid angering him any further. 'Good, count,' he says. My ass explodes as the strap lands across both ass cheeks. I cry out loudly. Oh god, oh god, that hurt. Wanting to reach back and rub it but know that might make things worse. Still struggling with the pain when the strap lands again. As it lands, he pushes my head into the bedspread smothering my cries. Finally, he pulls my head back to where I can get a breath. 'Count bitch.' 'One, two Sir.' I can't imagine twenty sways like that those. I couldn't take it. Then my head is pushed back into the bed and four quick swats cover my ass. I'm screaming into the bed. It hurts so badly. I did manage to count them out but now I was sobbing loudly and the tears were flowing. Fantasy Out Of Control His foot kicks my ass and I get up and stagger to the door. Both men ignore me as I let myself out and hurry back to Mike's room. He opens the door and just laughs at me. 'Looks like you had a good time faggot,' he says as he drags me over to a mirror and makes me look at myself. I look disgusting, the cum running down my face some. 'Stick your tongue out faggot, see how much of that cum you can lick up for me. Watch yourself in the mirror. See what kind of guy you are.' I do as he says and what little cum I can reach is cold and so disgusting but see him in the mirror standing behind me watching. 'Now take your finger and wipe off some cum and then suck it off your finger like it one of their cocks, cumslut.' I do as I'm told and it's probably the most degrading and humiliating thing I have ever done. I have tears running down my face as I finish. 'Go to the bathroom and freshen up bitch. Put some of the lipstick on the sink on before you come back. Now go.' I go in and throw water in my face. I feel so out of control and don't know what to do about it. I look in the mirror and see the pink camosile, the panties, the nylons, the heels. Thinking about what just happened with those two guys. How could I let them see me dressed like this and then do everything they told me to do? Then I think about how their cocks felt in my mouth and how much I wanted to please them. Oh god, why can't I just stop. I look in the mirror and almost unconsciously I reach down and pick up the lipstick and start painting my lips. I know he is waiting for me. Why do I want to look pretty for him? Why? I finally turn away and go back into the living room. He is standing at the bar having a drink. 'Come here Katt. I've decided to call you that. Think it's appropriate you being such a pussyboy.' He hands me a drink, I have no idea that there is a tab or exstacy and another of Viagra in the drink. I take a big drink, needing it. 'How does it feel to be such a sissy bitch? I can't imagine being like you, I mean, look at you. It's like you weren't satisfied being a faggot, you needed to be a submissive fucking sissyboy.' Lower my head not knowing how to reply. His hand strokes my cheek softly. 'Such a sissy wimp. Nothing but a faggot whore,' he says quietly then suddenly, he slaps me hard. 'Faggots like you need to be used hard. It's what they need, to be treated no better than whores. Now get your ass over and onto the bed.' I go over and lay down on my back on the bed. 'Katt, get up on your side and look at me. Now Katt, I really want to take my paddle to your ass. It makes me so hard when I make you cry. It's like the man is just flowing out in your tears. Of course, if you act too sexy on the bed, convince me that you want me to come over and fuck you, that you can't wait to have my cock up your cunt, maybe if I believed that, I could forget the paddle.' The thought of him paddling me scares me. I could see in his eyes how much he enjoys punishing me. I have had plugs up my ass but nothing nearly as big as his cock. God, I know what I have to do. I can't take another paddling. I get up onto my elbow and try to pose seductively. Trying to talk fem but comes out sounding mainly gay, 'Oh Master, you have made me feel like such a sissy fag all night. I can't believe what I've done and how much I have enjoyed being used by you and your friends. If only you would fuck me then it would leave no doubt that I'm nothing but a faggot whore. I have never been fucked and want you to make me a bitch. Make me love it. Please come fuck me. Come fuck my boy pussy, please.' Realize that by the time I stopped talking that I did want him to fuck me. I spread my legs, pulling my knees up. 'Please fuck me.' My mind having trouble concentrating as I stare at him, at his crotch, realizing I want his cock. Don't realize that the drugs are kicking in. He can tell that I'm coming onto the drugs too. 'You're a nasty little sissy aren't you Katt?' I watch as his hand rubs his crotch. His cock is outlined in the slacks and I can't keep my eyes from it. 'Yes Master.' My lips so dry as I lick them. 'You fucking little whore, you want more cock don't you?' 'I want your cock Master, can I suck it, please.' I can't believe I'm saying this but I do want it. I want it badly. I watch as he slowly undresses. He stands there in his nylon briefs, his cock so visible through the thin material. I can't believe how turned on I feel as I watch him slide his briefs off, his cock looks so big hanging between his legs. 'Please Master, please let me suck it.' He comes over right next to the bed and I roll over closer to him. Look up look at him, licking my lips. 'Please.' His cock is so hard and he strokes it and a big drop of precum is at his piss slit. He takes his cock in his hand and rubs the precum all over my lips. 'Fag lipstick Katt. Now kiss your Master's cock.' He has a big mushroom head and it's so soft and smooth. I kiss it and run my tongue all over it. My tongue finds your piss slit and lick, hoping for more precum. The only thought in my mind is your cock in my mouth. I slide it deeper in my mouth, my tongue working the underside of his cock. Oh god, I want it so badly. 'NOOOOO!' His hand grabs my hair and pulls me off his cock, I try to get it back into my mouth but he holds me inches away. ' 'You're going to be a good whore for me, aren't you Katt?' I want his cock back in my mouth. 'Yes Master, I will be a good whore for you. Please let me suck you, please.' He releases my hair and I go back on his cock. I show him what he friends taught me as I press my head down taking his cock into my throat. I take it all and keep my lips in his pubes till I can't take it any longer and have to get a breath and pull off his cock. 'Very good Katt, I'm impressed. I knew when I first saw you that you would be a good cocksucker and I'm never wrong. You sissy queers are so easy to spot.' His hand pushes me back onto his cock and I slowly suck him, taking it all, then just worshipping his cock head then deep again. I wanted to please him so badly. I wanted his cum. 'I will send you emails Katt. They will specify a hotel, a room number and a time. You will go to their rooms, collect the amount agreed on and then you will do whatever they want. I will give you specifics on how to dress and what the john expects of you. You don't show up, I show up at your door and, trust me, you don't want that. Do you understand Katt?' He pulls me off his cock. I understand what he just said. He really expects me to be a whore for him, I mean, get paid and all. 'I don't know if I can do that Sir. I wouldn't know these men and it would be very hard for me to do.' 'Really, you just let me pick you up at a bar, take you to my room, spank your faggot ass, share you with other men and you don't think you can do this. Besides, did I fucking ask you if you could do it?' 'No Sir.' 'You will fucking do as I say or pics and videos my friends and I have taken tonight will be sent to your workplace and your family.' 'But Sir...' 'No fucking buts Katt, you will do as told or I will ruin your life.' Thinking how this has gone so much further than I ever wanted. I can only imagine what I would feel like showing up at a stranger's room knowing what he expects. But my mind goes back to the man I'm with. Why do I want this man's cock? Why do I want to do what he says? I know I shouldn't let this progress further but what if he would do those things. How could I face people after that? My mind racing, can't hold a thought long, the exstacy has me flying and the Viagra has me so turned on. 'That's right bitch, I own your ass. Now take your panties off, spread your legs, lift your knees up and let me see that cunt of yours.' I do as he says, feeling so exposed as I watch him crawl up onto the end of the bed. He strokes his cock and it's so hard. 'You can't help it can you bitch? You want it so bad. You want to feel my cock slide deep in you, destroying what little manhood you have left. Once you have been fucked, there's no going back. You will spend the rest of your life having men use you for their pleasure. You won't be able to say no. Beg for it Katt. Beg to be fucked.' His voice filling my head, I just look at his cock as he slowly strokes it. I do want it, I want it badly. 'Please Master, please fuck me. Make me your bitch. Fuck me, please.' Don't know if I even realize how it must have sounded, me begging. 'I will be the only man not to use a condom Katt. I'm going to breed you, fill your cunt with my hot cum. Tell me you want me to breed you.' Reason all gone by now. All I can think about it your cock and how badly I want it up my boypussy. Lifting my legs, spreading them wide, lifting my ass up as high as I can. 'Breed me Master, fuck me, cum in me. Fuck me!!' I feel his hands on my ankles holding me spread open. I feel his cock at my hole and then I feel him start pushing. Thankfully, he must have put some lube on because it feel slippery but still really hurts as he tries to penetrate my tight ass. 'Oh, god, it really hurts, go slow please.' I don't feel him let up much then I feel my ass open and his cockhead enter me. I cry out loudly, 'It hurts, it hurts, take it out.' 'Relax baby, just say quietly, fuck me Master, fuck me Master.' I say it over and over as he lets me adjust to it then feel him holding my legs firmly and start sliding in deeper. He goes so slowly but it feels so big and it doesn't stop, it just goes deeper and deeper. I try to keep repeating the phrase but soon it's too much and I cry out loudly, begging him to stop but he doesn't stop till I feel his pubes against my ass. Realize he has his whole cock up my ass. I feel like I've been impaled on a stake. He doesn't move as he leans over me looking into my eyes as he his cock is buried deep up my boy pussy. After a little while it doesn't hurt as badly. Then I feel him start sliding slowly out and I try to relax but then he slides it back in again. It didn't hurt as badly this time. He continues to slow fuck me, his cock sliding almost out then deep in me again. I don't know when it happened but I feel myself lifting up, pressing against him, wanting it so deep. 'I knew you would love it sissyboy. The more you are fucked, the more you will need it. I have known a lot of boys like you. Started out just a little curious and they get to where they will do anything just to get a man to fuck them.' He leans down over me, his body covering mine as his lips find mine and he kisses me. No way can I resist as I kiss him back passionately. His cock still fucking me, his pace a little faster. He lets my ankles loose and I find myself wrapping my legs around him pulling his closer as we get into rhythm. I realize my moans sound feminine. 'Let it go girl. Moan like the whore you are. Let the man know that you want all he has and that you need fucked hard. Be the slut we both know you are.' He's fucking me so hard now and I'm loving it, crying out, begging him to fuck me. My arms wrap around his neck as he rides me. Finally he rises onto his knees, grabs my hips and pulls me up and so deep onto his cock. I feel his cock swell then feel his hot cum shooting deep in my pussy. I cry out and cum with him, the first time I have ever cum without touching my cock. 'Good, you came like a girl.' Panting as I lay there. I can feel his cock getting soft in my ass and then sliding out. Feel his fingers at my ass them sliding a little way into my opened up hole. His fingers appear before my face and they are covered with his cum. I look at him as I open my mouth and he slides his fingers into my mouth. His look tells me that he enjoys pushing me further and further. I suck them, I know it's nasty but I want to do it for him. I feel like such a slut as his fingers scoop up more cum and feed it to me but I want to please him. Finally, he slides off the bed and stands above me. 'You will make a good fag whore Katt.' I lay there, tears running down my cheeks. My ass feels wide open and I can feel a little cum run down my asscrack. I'm starting to calm down and realize what just happened. He fucked me and made me love it, made me need it. Oh god, it was so very strange, the way it hurt so much and then felt so good. I remember how I was begging for it. God, I must be such a faggot just like he says. I can't believe what I have been doing. 'Get your fag ass up and go take a shower. Put your panties back on and then your regular clothes. Do you think there are men waiting for a fag like you down at the bar? I guess there's only one way to find out. You have thirty minutes to be dressed and down at the bar. I will join you later. 'Now listen faggot, behave yourself down there. You will not initiate talk with any men and if anyone tries to talk to you, you will tell them that you are waiting for your Daddy and that you aren't allowed to talk to other men without his permission. You will address me as Daddy from now on no matter where we are. This is non-negotiable. Do you understand Katt?' 'Yes Sir, I understand.' 'Good. Do not disappoint me Katt. I have to go talk with some friends now. Your wallet is on the dresser but I kept your driver's license. We don't want you driving away do we? Imagine what would happen when I find you. I will see you at the bar. Think about what you have done tonight faggot,' and then he leaves me alone in the room. I lay there thinking about how everything got so out of control. Still feel aroused and my cock gets hard as I think about it all. Still having trouble accepting what I have done tonight. Fuck, I was running around in the hall dressed as a sissy, what the fuck? I just let them use me. Why didn't I just stop it? I'm sure if I would have tried harder I could have stopped it but I didn't even try to stop it. Fuck, I was loving most of it. God, I must really be a fag. The drugs still have my mind flying and I realize I better take a shower. My cock is so hard now and I want to stroke it and cum but what would he do if he found out I did it. He didn't say I couldn't but what if it upsets him and makes him mad. I better not do it and I force myself out of bed and into the shower. The hot water feels so good and it's hard to turn off the water. Feel better when I get out but realize my cock is still hard not realizing that its Viagra doing its thing. I see the panties laying there and put them on and tuck my cock back between my legs. I know he expects me to do that. It's hard to tuck back but it gets softer as it's bent backward. When I look down and the panties lie so flat I can't keep from feeling rather emasculated and found myself questioning my manliness. Thinking I will have to figure this out when I get out of this. Hopefully, he will get tired and send me home soon and it will all be over. I finish getting dressed and open the door and head down to the bar, my mind racing, my hormones flowing and in panties. What could happen? We will have to wait for part 2 to see what is going to happen to Katt.