5 comments/ 49544 views/ 21 favorites Marriage Plans By: Jamie_in_dresses "What the fuck are you wearing?" My Mom's giggling tone of derision wakes me. I am disoriented and slow to wake fully from the deep warm sleep I was enjoying. "Damn, you look cuter in that little thing than I do!" She is pulling back the covers trying to get a better look at me. "Stockings too! What a little hottie you make!" I catch hold of the covers, trying to cover myself back up as the shock and embarrassment start to consume me. "Aww, come on, let me look at you. It's the least you can do since you're wearing my clothes." She pulls against me. She is still giggling, having fun at my predicament. "Please, Mom." I plead, holding on to the covers as if my life depended on them. "Come on, Sweetie, I wanna see, I wanna see!" She giggles like an excited schoolgirl. "You should see your face, it's almost the same color as the babydoll!" "Please, Mom. it's embarrassing. I'm sorry for wearing your things. I won't do it again. Please let me get dressed." I whine, trying to get her to be reasonable. "Nope, no way! She laughs, bossily. "I'm not leaving until you stand up and give me a twirl! "I'm sorry, mom." I whimper again, too embarrassed to show her. "Apologies accepted, assuming you haven't ripped the seams out or laddered my stockings. Now get out of bed and show me what you've got, girlfriend!" She looked at me expectantly. "I'm sorry, it just looks so sexy and it felt....." "Shhhh, Sweetie. I know how great it feels to dress up. I do it all the time, makes me feel super horny. But I want to see, this is so cool and screwy, I've gotta see. You don't need to say anything, just stand up and show me your best girlie pose." How could I resist! She was in the best mood for dropping a bombshell like this one. Better to get it over and done with and face the music with her drunk and happy than wait for the grumpy hangover that was sure to come in the morning. I dropped my grip on the covers and climbed out of my bed. I stood and gave her a little twirl, letting the lacey little baby doll lift out and away from my skin as I did so. "Oooheee, baby, you look gorgeous, one hot little babe!" She said with a dirty grin. I moved to sit back down on the bed. "Not yet, sexy. I wanna see the full thing. This is fun." She kicked out the red sparkly sandals from the foot of the bed. "A girl always has to wear fuck-me shoes with her lingerie!" She purred. I thought about refusing, but my resolve was not strong enough to resist my mom, so I didn't think about it long before I sat down on the bed and picked up the sandals. They were difficult to fasten. I fumbled them in my nervousness. "Jittery, baby?" She cooed, then knelt down and fastened them for me. She chattered away as she did it then stroked my legs all the way up to the lace stocking tops. It was incredibly arousing and my body felt it, responding unbidden to her sensual caress. She noticed the swelling in my panties and raised an eyebrow in a dirty way and purred: "MMmmmm, stockings are so sexy and you've got great legs." Her hands stroked over the top onto the bare skin of my thighs. "Fabulously sexy young girlie legs and a gorgeous boy cock between them. Mmmmmm, how irresistible!" And she stroked her fingers over the lace panel encasing my cock. Back and forth, she teased her fingers over my aching meat as it grew under her touch, watching me all the time, feeding off the shame I felt, seemingly oblivious to any shame she should be feeling. "Mmmmmmm, nice cock, sweetie, just like your daddy's!" I groaned as her hands left me and she sat back. Frustration coursed through me. I had edged myself to two big cums during the evening dressed in these sexy clothes, dancing and playing and smoking weed and looking at porn. If not for that I would probably have cum in her hand. Frustration too for the lack of knowledge I had over my Dad. All I knew for sure was that he was a little guy because I was graduating high school at 5'4", oh, and that he had a cock like mine. She sat in the chair opposite the bed and said. "Time to show off your cat walk strut! Don't tell me you haven't got one cos every girl who's ever worn fuck-me heels has a catwalk strut! Come on, up! Let me see." Humiliated beyond belief I stood and attempted to strut up and down my long thin room. It was not a good attempt, the heels were high but I had done much better on previous occasions on my own. When I got to the doorway, I thought about bolting but I heard movements in the house and realized that Mike, mom's soon to-be-husband was here with us. I turned and swayed back to the bed even more jittery. "No way!" She laughed, incredulous. "You've got to be able to do better than that. When we wear fuck-me clothes we have to wear fuck-me attitudes. Every step has to tell him you are wanting sex. Watch!" She proceeded to strut magnificently up and down the room, leaving no doubt that she was the sexiest woman in the world and that she wanted all the sex she could have. In her little mini dress and spike heels, she looked amazing. She was 34 and looked like she was in her mid 20's; slim sexy and vibrantly alive. She coached me how to walk, how to turn, how to balance on the towering heels. She grabbed my ass every time I walked near her, saying it was the sexiest ass and she couldn't help herself. Finally, my legs got tired and I toppled. "I'm sorry." I mumbled. "For fucks sake, stop apologizing!" She mocked. Then she looked at me, held my eyes with hers. "You have a body most women would die for and you like the feel of sexy clothes. I have no problem with that and neither should you. But, you seem to need to do something. The only person you might owe an apology to is downstairs. Mike bought that baby doll with me in mind, he didn't buy it for you." With that she called out: "Hey, Mikey. Come see what I found!" A call that she often used to coax him upstairs, usually followed by the click of their door locking and an hour or more of gasps, moans and cries of sexual bliss. "Oh, fuck!" I thought. I had just got up of the floor and was standing, rather leaning, against Mom when Mike's big frame filled the doorway. "Tada!" Mom sang out. Mike's jaw dropped. He stood looking us both up and down, whilst I tried to pretend I was invisible, clinging to my mom. "Oh, Fuck!" Said Mike, in a soft low sexy groan. Mom spun me in a twirl, the flimsy material spinning away from my skin, then she held my hand and pulled. "Strut!" She hissed in her no nonsense way. We both strutted away from Mike, turned and strutted back holding hands all the way. I couldn't look him in the eye. She nudged me down kneel in front of him. "Now is the time to give your apology." "I'm sorry, Daddy, for wearing the clothes you bought for Mom. It's just that they looked so pretty and felt so good that I couldn't help myself." "Look at him!" Mom instructed me, tipping my chin with her fingers. I looked up into his big powerful face hoping for some measure of kindness. He wasn't laughing which was a good thing, but there was a look in his eyes that frightened me. Mom gasped with delight. We both looked at her, not understanding her excitement. She stroked my hair. Then giggling, said: "I've solved the bridesmaid problem. I didn't know anyone petite enough to fit into Jenny's dress. Now I do!" "Ha! Perfect!" He snorted, looking me in the eye and grinning, then snarled at me. "If you are really sorry you can show it by being your Mom's bridesmaid tomorrow. If you don't, I'll kick your sissy ass out on the street tomorrow night for good." I was stunned. Mike had already told me that I would have to look for somewhere else to live after they got married but, even though I was eighteen, I hadn't taken him seriously. He was serious now, deathly serious. I looked at my mom. She was no help, she wanted a bridesmaid and it amused her to make me fit that role. "Oh, do it for me, we'll do your hair and makeup so that no one will recognize you. You're going to look so cute." She was playing with my hair as she spoke. "Rick will be delighted. He'll think we did it for him." Mike chuckled. "Mmmmm. Yeah, I want this, I really want this!" Mom said, almost dreamlike. Rick was Mike's best man, a very successful guy with two businesses, he was very masculine, very attractive and openly gay. He made no secret of the fact that his taste was for younger men and he always paid me a lot of attention when he was around. I liked him, had a bit of a crush on him, and always looked forward to seeing him. "I would love to see you walking down the aisle in that gorgeous salmon pink dress and heels, holding Rick's hand. Fuck! That will be hot." "Ask your mom nicely, then maybe she will let you play bridesmaid tomorrow and then maybe I'll let you stay a while longer." Mike smirked down at me. I swallowed hard, I couldn't think of any way out, I was scared and exhilarated at the same time. "Please, mommy dearest, may I be your bridesmaid tomorrow?" My voice was almost a whisper, I could barely get the words out. "Oh, fuck, yeah!" Mom said, her voice hoarse, her eyes wild. "You ok with this, babe?" "Uh huh, the writings been on the wall with this slut." He said slowly, eyeing me with distain. "That's what that outfit is for, to turn women into the dirty little sluts they want to be. That's what you want to be, isn't it? Daddy's dirty little slut?" "Fuck! Mike, you've got a boner." she reached down and stroked the length of the very visible outline of his hard cock inside his pants, inches from my face. He groaned, deep and throaty, it was a very sexy sound. "Of course I have, you've been a cock tease all evening and now this!" He looked down at me, blatantly ogling me. "You want to see a real cock, Jamie? You want to see why he's called big mike?" She pulled his big cock free and it was directly in front of my face. She jacked him slowly. So close up it was huge, 8 or 9 inches of thick hard male flesh. It was so close I could feel his body heat rising off it and smell the heavy sexy scent of him. Her hand stroked him gently, but purposefully, her painted nails slipping up and down the length of his shaft. "Is this what you think about when you dress up in my lingerie, Sweetie?" Mike groaned: "Oh, Fuck!" She silenced him with a deep kiss, then they both gave a muffled chorus of animalistic sounds as they kissed each other greedily. Mike's hands were all over mom, squeezing and pulling at her tits, making her squeal into his mouth. Then disappearing under her mini skirt releasing the sweet scent of her sex and the gentle squishing noises as he probed her making her moan. But all this time I was mesmerized by his big thick hard cock, its swollen purple head leaking pre-cum inches from my face. She stroked him closer and closer to orgasm, it didn't take long. His hips began to buck and he was fucking back into her hand, they broke their kiss and he was panting and gasping. The big cock got even more swollen in front of my eyes, she was still being slow, gentle and deliberate with her sensual stroking. But his hips were bucking more wildly and his moans more desperate. All of a sudden she pulled her hand away, he groaned and bucked his hips, desperate to make contact with her pretty little hand again. She giggled into his neck, enjoying the teasing she was giving him. "I love how desperate you get, fuck, I love your cock!" Mike was groaning, his hips still moving, pre-cum oozing out of the slit, hanging in a long sticky bead. It looked so tempting, I could hardly bear it. "And, my, my! How desperate you look, Sweetie! You want his cock, don't you! Want to taste it! Want to suck it! Want to fill your greedy mouth with it!" She taunted. "You can have it if you promise to be the best bridesmaid ever for me tomorrow!" She teasingly ran her finger around the swollen purple head. "Don't tell me you haven't fantasized about Rick when you're in my clothes! Now you get to live the crossdresser's dream, walking down the aisle, looking like a million dollars in a cute dress and heels, arm in arm with a tall dark gay man!" I couldn't bear it any longer, she knew how to push all my buttons. I opened my mouth and took the swollen purple head inside. It was hot and sticky and salty and I had never tasted anything so amazing. I willing made love to it with my mouth, hearing myself whimper involuntarily as I did so. "I'll take that as a promise, Sweetie!" Mom giggled in my ear, stroking my cheek. I heard Mike moan. "Oh, fuck, yeah! Suck it, bitch!" and I greedily accepted more of him between my lips. It was a wonderful feeling, my mouth full of hot salty cock. His hand held my head and he fucked my mouth, moving my head in time with his thrusting hips. I heard Mom moan with lust as she watched what I was doing, her hand joining his on my head. I saw her other hand go down and join his under her skirt and she groaned: "Yeah, suck it, you pretty little whore, suck your Daddy's big hard cock. Make him cum for me." I sucked and slurped on his big hard cock, I took him in as deep as I could, bobbing my head into his thrusts, slurping the head as he pulled out, feasting on this new treat. I was completely enthralled, my only desire was to make him cum, their hands on my head ensuring I couldn't retreat even if I had wanted to. He came in thick hard blasts that hit the back of my mouth, I tried to swallow, but the thick gooey mess was building up faster than I could cope with and his cock was thrashing around in and out of my mouth so much that I barely swallowed half of it. Mike was grunting above me, grunting and gasping as he lunged uncontrollably in and out of my mouth. Mom cried out, grinding herself onto mike's hand. "Oh, yeah, you dirty little bitch, swallow all his cum. You love it, don't you! Love his nasty cum. Daddy's tasty reward for our dirty little girl. Clean him all up, sweetie, don't waste a drop." Her hand still holding my head so close that I had barely room to breathe. I sucked and slurped on his big thick cock, finally swallowing enough of the tidal wave of cum that I could gasp a breath. I cleaned him with my tongue, luxuriating in the silky soft feel of his skin, the slick, sticky cum filling my senses. He pulled his cock free of my lips and I greedily followed it, kissing and licking the cum from the base of him, my hands coming up to hold him, cupping his balls and stroking the last of his cum into my eager mouth. Click! I looked around. Mom had taken my picture with her phone. She winked lasciviously at me. "Just letting Rick know who he will be walking down the aisle!" She giggled as she texted a note then hit send. "That was so fucking hot, you two. We have to do some more of this." "Ohhhhh, fuck! That was good. You have a nasty little mouth, bitch." Said mike, slapping his softening cock against my cheek with a wet smack a few times before slumping back on my bed. "Let's go to my big bed." Suggested mom. "Come to bed with us and you can eat Mommy's pussy and suck on Daddy's big fat cock again." She purred. "Nah. Stay right there for a while!" Said Mike, folding his hands behind his head, gloating at me. "Ha! Rick says: That kind of service from one so cute does not come cheap. Then he says: What kind of sick parents are you anyway, lol." Mom giggles, then repeats as she types. "The fun kind, just ask Jamie!" "Ask him how much!" Mike says leering at me, something dark behind his eyes. I was starting to feel awkward, truly out of my depth. Mike saw it and enjoyed it. "I am fucking horny!" Mom smirked. "Let's go to bed and fuck." Her phone pinged. "Huh, 100 bucks a blow he says! Fuck, Jamie, you could make bank!" She teased. "No, how much for complete ownership? Take him off our hands. Marry him. Chain him up in a dungeon. Whatever fag crap they like to do!" Mike sneered at me as he spoke. "Oh, fuck!" I thought. What's happening to my life? To be sold! "Please, No! Don't do this." I blurted out. "Oh, sweetie, calm down, we're just messing around!" Mom giggled as she typed. But Mike's cold stare chilled me to the bone. "Jeez!" Mom gasped, with a giggle. "He says 15 thousand dollars! Oooh, Jamie's going to make mama rich!" My stomach churns. I am so frightened, yet strangely excited at the prospect. If it were Rick, it would be ok......maybe. But terrifying real, I feel as if I might be sick. "The cheap bastard!" Mike laughed. "He was offered a Ukrainian kid for 30K last week by a Russian dude in that gay bar on Main Street, what's it called? Nasty Nellies, or something like that." "Fuck off! Really?" Mom asked, astonished. Then almost carelessly. "The Nelson Column. Really? Like a slave market? That is really, really nasty. Fuck! Nasty cruel or nasty hot; or both; I'm so fucking stoned and horny, it all sounds good." "Tell him 40 grand. He's speaks English, he's eager and he's definitely Ricky's type - young and cute. And for fuck's sake he's Jamie and we all know Rick's had the hots for his little ass since he met him! And to cap it off he's a virgin, his pretty little ass hasn't been opened by a cock yet, has it, bitch? We might not be able to say that in an hour or so though!" "You text him, ya sicko!" Mom giggles, tossing him the phone. "I'm too horny!" Stepping over to where I am kneeling and slipping her thong to one side, she pulls my face into her crotch under her tiny skirt. "Eat mommies pussy, baby. Lick my hot little clit." Her scent overwhelms me. Her pussy is hot and slick, what little hair she has not already removed is trimmed short. The puffy lips of her sex are swollen and parted, a bead of her juices hangs from the crease like drool. The crotch of her panties is soaked and it wets my cheek as I press my face into her. My only thoughts are to taste her and please her as I push my tongue up between her glistening folds. I lap up the full length of her slit, reveling in the moans and gasps of pleasure this brings from my Mom. Her gasping gets louder and less controlled the more I flick and lap at the hard little nub at the top of her crevice. She staggers a little, putting more weight on me for support. I don't care, I just keep licking her sweet pussy, it's all that matters to me. She cries out. "Ooohhhh, fuucck, yessss. Lick me right there. Oooh fuck, right there! Don't stop, don't you fucking stop." I am so turned on, so completely entranced by her sex and her abandonment to her desires, that I eagerly, desperately, comply. I lick her clit, flicking it over and over with my tongue, sensing the pressure growing inside her, feeling her tension building. I lick at her harder and faster, flicking my tongue across her sensitive little bud as fast and as hard as I can. "Fuck, you look so fucking hot, sweetie. Make me cum, you sexy little slut. Make me cummmm. Ohhhhhhh, fuuuuuck, yesssssssssss, yesssssssssssssss, yessssssssssss." I slow my tired tongue, feeling her buck against me every time I come close to the most tender parts of her flesh. She groans. "Ohhh, baby, you are a natural, that was so good!" She slumped down next to me and kissed me deeply, her tongue slipping between my lips as her hands stroked, caressed and explored me. She lifted her mouth from mine and looked at Mike. "Take me to your bed, big guy." She purred. "I need my pussy filling with that gorgeous cock of yours." "Not just yet, babe." Mike answered smoothly. "Ricks coming over." "Ooohh, is he coming to make a purchase?" She said jokingly. Mike tossed her the phone, then grinned his nastiest grin at me. Mom read the stream of text messages. Her eyes growing wider, a gasp came from her lips occasionally. Eventually she laid the phone down and looked at me. "I dunno, Mike, I mean this is serious." "He's genuine and at least you'll know where the little sissy is. He'll look after him too, won't let him get into trouble. There is no downside to it." Mike grinned. Marriage Plans Mom looked hard at me for a long moment. "How would you like to go and live with Rick for a year?" She asked. The doorbell rang. Mike packed his half hard cock back in his pants and headed downstairs to answer it. Mom was uncharacteristically quiet. I looked down and caught some of the text message. There was a photo of me kneeling in front of mom, my head between her thighs and a look of total rapture on her face. The red lacy babydoll was not long enough to cover my ass in that position, my ass was tilted upwards and framed by the ruffles of the matching thong. The texts read: Mike: I'm not sure how long I can resist that cute little ass. 50 grand and it's yours, No questions asked. Rick: 30K now, 30 more if he makes it a year. And the deal is off if you stick your ugly big dick in him. Mike: She'll want to see him sometimes too. Rick: I can see why, nasty bitch. She can have him for one day per month. Mike: Ok, but if you don't have the money paid by the end of the reception tomorrow, I'm taking the slut down to the Nellie and selling him to the highest bidder. Rick: I'll be there in an hour. Can you keep your dick in check till then? Mike: Deal. I was stunned. I had been sold! Part of me wanted to cry with shame and humiliation. The full force of Mikes distain for me was crushing. And my Mom going along with it all as if it was just a big joke, too drunk and stoned to consider the seriousness of their actions. It left me feeling empty and alone and frightened. But then I had been bought! Bought for a huge sum by the guy I had a crush on, the very rich and attractive guy who liked me. Part of me wanted to cry with joy. He would want to fuck me, he was openly gay, so by default that made me gay too. Was I ready to be branded gay? That was frightening. I leaned my head on my mom's shoulder and the tears began to flow. She hugged me and whispered kind soothing words until I stopped sobbing. Her hands were roaming over me again, stroking and petting me. Her warm little hands on the bare smooth skin of my ass was both soothing and sensual. I kissed her neck, nuzzling into the comfort of her flesh, absorbing the delicious sensations she was sending around my body, She moaned at my kiss, moving her neck as she reveled in the thrill of it. Her little hand snuck down between our bodies and gently stroked the front of the panties and my hard cock trapped within. It was my turn to moan., I was desperate for release and my hips squirmed as I gave an involuntary moan of pleasure. She giggled. "Oh, baby, you need it bad. Don't you!" She gripped my cock tightly through the thin fabric, stroking me slowly. I moaned. "Ohhhh please." And rode my hips up to her, gasping at the strength of desire in me, my whole body craving the release that I was rushing towards. She stroked me in long even strokes. "Please." I repeated in desperation, my body jerking at the brink of orgasm. She slowly pulled her hand away. I gasped. "Please!" Panting uncontrollably, my body poised on the edge of a huge orgasm. She lifted her head, watching me, drinking in my desperation. "Ohhhh, but it makes me so hot to see you like this." She toyed with a nipple, obviously turned on by my confusion. Then, as my breathing slowed, she snaked her hand back down to my cock, giggling as I gasped at the pleasure of her renewed touch. She ran her fingers lightly over the length of my aching shaft, rubbing the head through the silky material. Focusing in on the most sensitive spot, she rubbed hard and fast, drawing me quickly up to the brink again. My hips rocked forward as I tried to magnify her caresses but the more I tried the slower and gentler her touch became. I writhed and moaned helplessly under her expert ministrations, release so close but so forbidden. I kept whimpering "please" but all she did was watch me suffer until, giggling, she pulled her hand away. "You are soooo much fun to play with!" She purred into my ear before nipping the lobe with her teeth. "Mike would have torn my arms off for that!" I couldn't reply, I just groaned as my body squirmed at the lack of release. "Let's go play with make up!" She stood up and pulled me up and after her. We crossed the landing to her bedroom where she pushed me down into the little chair in front of the dressing table. She sat down astride my lap facing me and started working on my face. She chattered away as she did so, pausing at one point to reach down and stroke me back to within a hair's breadth of cumming, telling me that once I look pretty enough she will help me cum in my panties. She does my eyes, my cheeks, my lips, curling tongs, hairspray and glitter in my hair, she paints my nails, fingers and toes. Then she leans back, surveying her work. "Yummy!" She purrs as her fingers find my hard nipples, pinching and rolling them. "You look hot, girlfriend. You will turn some heads tomorrow! You will love the dress, it will fit you like a glove. You are so sexy, baby, Ricky's a lucky guy. He'll look after you. He knows how lucky he is." She slips her hand back down to my cock, stroking my tightly bunched ball sack before teasing the head and shaft again. I am feeling light headed, my breathing comes hard and my eyes glaze over, all I can think about is the sex, the unyielding rush of lust. I feel the rush as her fingers tease me closer and closer to the edge. My hands are on her tits, stroking the sensual soft skin, rolling and pulling the tightly swollen nipples. She moaned. "Ohhhh, yeahhhhh, sweetie, pinch them hard! You make me so wet, make my pussy soooo wet. You going to cum for me, sweetie? Cum in your panties for your mama? Are you sweetie?" I'm gasping, panting "Please, yes, please, mama." There is a dark lustful heat about her, she rubs me harder and faster. My whole being is focused on the rush of impending orgasm when her hand is slapped away. I look up, startled, more desperate than ever for release. "Oh, no you don't. This one is mine." Said Rick, grinning down at us. "Oh, Ricky. Couldn't you wait 'til I had my fun!" Mom complained with a flirty grin. "No way. He's all mine now." He handed her a cheque. "Now get off my property!" She stood up, her eyes wide as she read the numbers. "Are you sure about this?" She asked. "I mean, it's a fuck of a lot of money and its a bit fucking sudden, What if he's not gay?" "Oh, don't you worry your dirty little mind about us." Rick said with a wide easy smile. "By the time I'm done with him, he's going to be a certified card carrying fag." He bent down and fastened a hot pink collar around my neck and matching cuffs on my wrists. "I don't know." Said mom, looking worried at the sight of the cuffs. "What if..........." "Oh, stop whining and worrying. Jamie isn't. We're only ten minutes away and if Jamie decides it's over then it will be." He tugged me to my feet and lead me away "Of course, if Jamie decides to leave I will want my money back!" He called cheerily over his shoulder as we started down the stairs. The stairs were slow going, it was so difficult to balance on the high heels. I was relieved when Rick eased his tugging on the leash. I picked my way down slowly and we were met at the bottom by Mike. He grinned at Rick then tipped his glass to me. "Enjoy your new position! You might as well, cos you're not coming back here!" He slapped my near naked buttock as I walked past, trying to ignore his words. "And you enjoy breaking the little bitch boy in, he'll be a tight little fuck." He leered at Rick. "Don't you worry about me, I can do all I want with my new little girl. You go upstairs and take care of your own." Rick joked and lead me out of the door into the warm night air, into the street. I was too scared to look to see if anyone was watching. I followed Rick, my heels clicking on the path, my heart pounding, feeling very self-conscious and almost sick with embarrassment. We walked down the road a bit to get to his car. I felt like the whole world was watching me but no one called out to us. Rick didn't seem bothered, he was leading me down a suburban street on a leash. I was dressed in a bright red see through baby doll nightie that barely reached the tops of my legs, a matching red thong, black fishnets and red fuck-me pumps. From a distance perhaps I could be mistaken for a girl, but what kind of girl allows herself to be lead down the street in lingerie on a leash by a guy in the middle of the night? At the time it seemed like it took forever to get to his car but we did get there and he opened the door for me. I got into the passenger seat and he walked around, got in and started the car. As we pulled away from the curb, he ran his hand up my leg and across the satin front of my panties. "Somebody enjoyed her little walk!" He said patting the bulging fabric. As we drove, he spoke to me. "I have been watching you for some time now, watching you grow up, waiting for the right time to add you to my stable. You know I am gay. That my interest in you is based on lust and desire and the sensual pleasure of the flesh. I own you now, my pet. You are mine to do with exactly as I please. If you obey my every demand, I will reward you. If you ever disobey me, I shall punish you severely. You cannot begin to imagine the pleasures that await you, or indeed the depths of pain I can inflict. You will soon learn to obey. I shall make sure of that. Your obedience will be rewarded with pleasure, your disobedience with pain and humiliation. You may not consider yourself gay, I personally don't care, what I can see tells me you are not completely straight. But even if you are straight, I still own you and you will still follow my orders, always.