9 comments/ 53612 views/ 20 favorites Making Troy A Man Ch. 01 By: RabbitPrince Author's Note: This one's for John Doe; thanks for the story idea. This story features incest, femdom, homosexuality, "corrective" rape, and other controversial topics. Proceed with caution. * It was Saturday night. Most of his friends were out partying or on dates, but Troy stayed at home. Katie and Laura had tried to convince him that he should have a party, since his parents were out of town, but he wanted to spend the time by himself. He had freedom and privacy, and in his life that was a rare thing. Troy's father was a military man, having gone through the ranks and served many tours of duty, he was now top brass, having a demanding schedule and traveling frequently. His mother was a thin, gaunt, stressed-out socialite who meddled in Troy's life incessantly. She wanted to make sure that he had good marks, hung out with the right kids, and already had his college life more or less planned. Troy didn't mind that so much, since his father wanted nothing to do with him. Troy was very thin, taking after his mother in that regard. He was also sensitive, artistic, and somewhat of a weakling. He had never shown any aptitude or interest in sports, couldn't fight, wouldn't hunt... His older brother, Grant, was the only one of his two sons his father would even acknowledge. So the attention his mother payed to him was somewhat welcome. The only thing Troy resented strongly were his mother's attempts to set him up with some influential industrialist or lobbyist's daughter. She wanted to ensure that Troy became well connected, and married the right girl, paving his way to wealth and nobility. Troy's mother just thought he was shy, fussy... a bit bookish. She thought he was always more concerned with his studies and projects than girls. That sat fine with her until recently. Now that he was eighteen, she thought he should at least start courting girls. If he didn't at least get a foot in the door, all the good ones would be snapped up by the time he was 21. Troy was resenting the increasing pressure his mother was putting on him, but tonight, at least, he had a break. He could be himself. He could indulge his own needs and desires. He glanced at the clock. It was eight o'clock. Kevin Carlson would be there soon. Troy smiled into the mirror, blowing his reflection a kiss. He turned about, ogling himself for the hundredth time. His cock was hardening with anticipation. He had shaved all his pubic hair off, and that being the only hair on his body, his skin was smooth, white, and pure. He turned and thrust his butt out toward the mirror, spreading his ass cheeks and running his hands down the back of his nylon-clad thighs. He spread his legs further, shuffling his feet in their stiletto heels as far as he could while still maintaining his balance. He felt so sexy and so horny. He couldn't wait to hear the doorbell ring. He stroked his cock quickly a couple of times, then took his hand away. If he was supposed to be a girl, he wouldn't have a cock. He ignored it and went back to caressing his buttocks. He spread his cheeks as wide as he could and admired his thin, curvy backside and legs in the reflection from between his own knees. He grinned. He shuffled his feet out a bit further, spreading his legs dangerously wide. With excitement pounding in his heart, he fingered his butthole. Would tonight be the night Kevin would take his ass-cherry? With impressive grace and agility, he twisted with his legs still spread wide and retrieved his phone. "Can't wait to suck your cock lover," he texted. "Me too bitch :)" came Kevin's reply quickly. Troy's own small dick throbbed even harder at the response. Troy moaned. He wanted to masturbate so badly, but he was enjoying feeling like a sexually frustrated girl. Only one thing would satisfy him: his lover's cock. Troy wanted to dance. He ran, naked but for his heels, stockings, and garter belt, into the living room and turned on the stereo. He put on some classic Madonna, and began to shake and bounce to the beat. He adored the sensation of his hairless cock bouncing and flapping in time to the music - it was like he was masturbating, but he didn't have to touch his dick to do so. He swayed and twisted sensuously to the music. Madonna always put him in the mood to suck cock. He couldn't wait, he was so horny. His little cock was pounding in frustrated lust. He thrust his tongue out, flicking it in the air, bobbing his neck forth and back, simulating fellatio in the air. He moaned and tweaked his nipples. They were hard as little pebbles. He felt like such a slut, and he was loving it. Gracefully and energetically, he moved through various provocative and inviting poses as he danced. He mimicked moves he had seen strippers do. The years of yoga he'd done with his mom as well as the hip hop and break dance classes he'd taken, gave him flexibility and poise. Where the hell was Kevin? He reached for his phone again as "Justify My Love" came over the stereo. He moaned in urgent arousal and desire. "Where are you lover?" he texted. "Bout 10 min," came the resposnse. Troy couldn't wait ten minutes to get a cock into his mouth. And his own little peepee was so hard and horny it almost hurt. Troy came up with a shameful, lusty, slutty idea that make his cock throb even harder. He could do his trick. That way he could suck cock and feel cock pleasure without cheating and jerking off like a boy. He'd never shown anyone his trick either; he would show it to Kevin. It would be the first thing he saw when he came in. Trembling with excitement, Troy got a pillow and tucked it under his arm. Skipping toward the front hall, he texted Kevin again. "I'm gonna leave the front door open for you. Just come right in. And have your cock out and hard and ready to be sucked :)" "Kk," came the response. "Ur such a slut. :)" Troy was going crazy with lust. What had come over him today? He felt like such a dirty whore, and he was craving more. He wanted to go further. Before he had only sucked Kevin's big, thick cock and swallowed his load. Tonight he wanted Kevin to fuck his ass like a little bitch. He didn't care how much it might hurt. He wanted it more than anything he'd ever wanted. And he didn't care if Kevin touched his cock. He never did, anyway. He would take care of himself while Kevin watched. Troy placed the pillow before the front door and unlocked it. Laying with head toward the door, he raised his feet in the air and curled forward, his shoulders on the pillow. He kept curling, his feet over his head and then past. Slowly stretching and contorting further, he rolled his legs all the way over, until his knees rested just above his shoulders, in the piledriver position. He snaked his tongue out, and was able to give his own penis a quick lick. The music drove him wilder as he relaxed his muscles and prepared to crane his neck forward. Moaning, he reached his hands behind him, spreading his buttocks and pressing down on his hips. As Madonna's voice smokily poured her lyrical sex into his ears, he bent his neck up and engulfed his own penis. He gave a little whimper of joy, ecstasy flooding his brain as simultaneously his mouth was filled with the cock he so craved, and his penis felt the glorious satisfaction of oral stimulation. He began sucking and pumping rapturously on his own shaft. It felt so amazing! Combined with his sexy clothes, Madonna's voice, and Kevin's impending arrival, he'd never felt more turned on or alive. Why had he been so scared to let anyone see or know about him sucking himself off? He wanted Kevin to see it! To see and know what a dirty, nasty, slutty little cocksucker he was. He wanted to be used and objectified by Kevin, to be his little whore, sucking cock and being fucked whenever Kevin wanted. He was so tempted to suck himself to orgasm, he was so close... But he just kept teasing. He would let Kevin decide when, or if, he was going to get to cum. He had a vision of Kevin opening the door, pulling Troy's little cock from his own mouth, replacing it with his huge one, then withdrawing and forcing his own cock back in his mouth, then back again... His balls were churning and throbbing, dying to shoot his load into his own mouth so he could swallow it... An even hornier image came to his mind! Troy was there, sucking himself gleefully, as Kevin entered, cock in hand... Without speaking, he simply knelt in front of Troy, forcing his thick member into Troy's mouth, alongside his own cock! Two cocks in his mouth! One Kevin's, the other his own! Troy screamed with pleasure around his own shaft at the thought, twitching on the brink of a glorious ejaculation... This is who he truly was! A sissy, gay little cock-slut, begging to be fucked and used by any hard cock. Why had he ever tried to deny it? The door handle rattled! Troy sucked even harder, grabbing his balls and squeezing in a desperate attempt to keep from cumming. Kevin was about to see him like this! His ass in the air, sucking like a slut on his own cock! Troy's heart threatened to burst right out of his chest with excitement!! "Troy Mason MacAdam!!!" his mother's voice shrieked out. "Oh my god!!!" Troy froze. He felt to scream again, but this time in terror, shame, and disbelief. This wasn't possible! His mother was on a plane to Miami! She wasn't going to be back for another three days! He lay there, paralyzed, his eyes shut tight and his rapidly softening cock still in his mouth. There could be no excuse or explanation for his condition. Madonna's voice crooned on in the background... "Troy! What...! Oh my lord! No! It's not...! Whatever in the world do you think you're doing!!!?" "Mom..." Troy sobbed, his penis slipping out of his mouth. "This isn't..." he began, then stopped. He realized it fully and truly again. Nothing, but nothing, could explain this. His mother stood their shaking in outrage and horror. Troy slowly rolled his legs back if front of him to lay on his back. Tears welled up in his eyes. This couldn't be, this couldn't be... It wasn't fair, it wasn't possible. Troy rose and stood in front of his mother, his shaved cock and balls fully exposed, wearing blue nylons and sparkling blue stiletto heels with a baby blue garter belt. Burgundy lipstick adorned his lips and dark eyeliner, hazel eyeshadow, and thick mascara accented his eyes. All the colour had drained from his face, but the rouge on his cheeks kept them a dusky red. Mrs. MacAdam was shaking. "What... What exactly the hell is going on here...!?" his mother demanded. Tears were forming in the corners of her eyes as well. Troy paused for a moment. Something in him deflated. There was no way he could hide it now. He surrendered to what he had pretty much always known. "What does it look like, Mom? I'm gay." "No..." she whispered. "Yes," Troy stated. "Look at me, Mom. Look at me! I'm gay. I'm a fag. I'm a sissy little queer, I suck cock and I love it!" "No..." she whispered again. Then a bit louder, "No, no, no!" "Yes, Mom!" he emoted. "Yes, yes, yes! I'm a virgin, Mom. I'm not just a shy gentleman. I'm not just respectful and withdrawn. The reason I never fucked Delores Kinman or Anita Montgomery is because I don't like girls! And I never will! I'm gay, Mom!!" "No!" she barked. "You are not! You're just confused!" "Do I look confused, Mom? Look at me!" He pointed at his chest emphatically. "I just had my own cock in my mouth! That's right, Mom, I suck myself off all the time. And I eat my own cum! And I love it!! I'm as gay as they come! I'm a homo! A poof! Or whatever you want to call it! I am gay!!!" "No!" his mother cried out. "You are not, I won't have it! I won't have it, you hear?! Your father was right. He was always right... We can fix this. We WILL fix this. We..." Just then, Kevin opened the door. He had a broad grin and his erect, sizable member cradled in his right hand. "Ok, bitch!" he called out. "I've got..." and he stopped in his tracks. Mrs. MacAdam had tears in her eyes. Troy had tears in his eyes. Kevin gawked, slack-jawed for a moment, then dove down to tuck his prick into his trousers, nearly severing it in his zipper in his haste. The tip of his rod still poked over the waist of his Jeans as he crossed his arms in front of himself. "Mrs. MacAdam!" he blustered. "I was..." "Get out," she hissed. "Get out now. Get out of my house!! Don't ever, ever come back!!" "I just..." he sputtered, glancing around wildly. "I... Troy...?" "Kevin!" Troy sobbed. "Oh, Kevin..." "Get out NOW!!!" Mrs. MacAdam roared. "Get out or I'm calling the police!" "Troy!" Kevin choked. "Troy... I'm sorry..." He turned and bolted. Troy was left there with his mother, sobbing. "Now, you listen to me, young man. You are not gay. You are NOT. You're going to pack your things, and first thing tomorrow you're off to your Aunt Lulu's farm. They'll straighten you out." "Mom, you can't! I'm not straight and I never will be! I'm not going!" "Yes, you are! You listen to me. You're going to go to that farm and you're going to come back normal. That's the end of that!" "I'm not going! You can't make me! I'm leaving, Mom!" "Yes you are going to the farm! And, yes I can! You can't leave. I'll disown you. Your father would do it in the blink of an eye. You know he would! You like your allowance? Hm? You like that Ferrari? You'll do as I say, young man, or all of that is gone!!" "Mom! But, Mom! That's... That's not..." Troy was weeping openly now. "Get that ridiculous getup off. Now. And get packed, then straight to bed. We're leaving first thing in the morning!" Troy bit his lip and cried. He knew he was beaten. His father would, indeed, disown him the moment he caught wind of anything like this... He started to say something, then stopped. Bitterly sobbing, he turned in his high heels and began walking back to his bedroom. *** The following morning, Troy was on a plane. His mother had confiscated his phone, and he wasn't permitted to take any electronics with him. He was going to the backwoods. He didn't know if they'd have a phone. He hadn't even had a chance to say goodbye to Kevin. He'd only met his Aunt and cousins a few times before, and never actually been to the farm. He hadn't seen the lot of them since he was ten, and had dim memories. All he could remember was that they seemed big, and loud, and scary. His Uncle Cliff had died of a heart attack when Troy was a kid. He'd kept trying to have a son, but ended up with six daughters before he shuffled off this mortal coil. Three of his cousins had left to various cities, but his cousins Carol, Wendy, and Glenda were still living on and working the farm. Carol was 29 now, Wendy was 22, and Glenda, his youngest cousin, was 20. He lamented his plight, imagining exactly how ignorant his rustic family would be. He was miserable. His mood didn't improve when he arrived. Aunt Lulu was a thick, swarthy woman. She picked him up at the airport. Her mannerisms were brusque and harsh. She was exactly as unsophisticated as Troy had feared, maybe even moreso. She was definitely like a female version of his father. Except without the civics. Who in his right mind was Uncle Cliff to have married such a woman? Aunt Lulu kept everything brief and business. She hurried him into her pickup truck, hefting his bags into the back. They drove in silence for sometime, navigating increasingly rural roadways, ending up on a gravel road traversing miles and miles of crop fields. Troy felt no urge to speak. His Aunt finally did. "I got one rule here, ok?" grunted Aunt Lulu. "And what's that then?" asked Troy with a sense of impending doom. "You do what I say Immediately, no question, no backtalk. That goes for anyone I tell you to listen to as well, ya hear?" "I hear," he replied sullenly. This was going to be even worse than he had imagined. "You got skinny arms, and unnatural tastes, from what I hear. I don't cotton to none o' that. As a personal favour to your mom, and to spare your dad's heart and probably your life, I've taken responsibility for makin' a man outta you. So I'll do it my way. You're gonna be doin' a lotta hard labour from now on. As far as the rest of that... Well, I know how we'll deal with that too. You got it?" "I got it," Troy answered, with a slight sneer. This was demeaning. "...Ya fuckin' old bitch," he added under his breath. He was sure the sound of the engine and the road noise would mask his words. It did not. Not entirely. She also saw his lips move somewhat in the rear-view mirror. "WHAT WAS THAT?!!" she roared, applying the brakes and bringing the pickup to an abrupt halt. "N...nothing!" he stammered, a wave of fear gripping him. "OUT!" she yelled, hopping out of the truck herself with surprising agility. Troy was completely terrified, unable to move, his heart hammering. Aunt Lulu raced around to his side of the truck. She flung open the door. Troy just sat there, cowering. "I SAID, OUT!!" she bellowed. Troy sat, rooted to the spot. Aunt Lulu undid his seat belt, grabbed him roughly by the wrist, and with one yank, hurled him from the cab. Troy tumbled and rolled into the grass. He rose to his knees, fearing for his very life. "Please!" he wailed. "Please!" Aunt Lulu stormed up to him, grabbed him by the collar with her left hand, and hoisted him to his feet. "DON'T YOU EVER, EVER LET ME CATCH YOU SPEAKING TO ME LIKE THAT AGAIN!!!" she hollered directly into his face. She then slapped his left cheek hard with her right hand. Troy barked out in shock and pain. She slapped the same cheek again. And again. Sharply and smartly. Troy struggled completely ineffectually. His aunt possessed his strength tenfold. "No!" he bleated. "Please! Please!! She slapped his cheek again twice. Hard. Troy shrieked and wailed, completely overcome with terror and hopelessness. She released him and let him drop to the ground, holding his reddened, inflamed cheek and curling up into the fetal position. Aunt Lulu stood beside him for a time as he wailed and blubbered. "Now look here," his Aunt began. "Things apparently haven't been right with you. I blame it on city livin'. Your momma's soft, and your daddy ain't around much. From what I hear, he gave up on you a while ago. Well, I ain't gonna. You're gonna be raised country-style from now on." Aunt Lulu paused in her monologue. Troy sobbed and trembled, examining his burning cheek fearfully with his fingers. He was sure there was blood. There was in fact none. Aunt Lulu handed him a handkerchief. "Here, dry them eyes. Blow your nose," she directed him. "You'll be fine, you ain't hurt." She paused again as Troy quaked and sobbed, utterly miserable and defeated. "Now, you're my nephew, and I love you," she continued. "But one thing I don't brook is disrespect. Your momma entrusted me to make you a man, and the first thing a man's gotta learn is respect. The Good Book says, 'Honour thy father and thy mother,' and I reckon I'm both while you're with me. Other folks say, 'Respect your elders,' and I figure that applies too." Troy sobbed quietly now, getting himself under control. He was totally possessed of fear for this woman. Not even had has father been that physical with him, even when meting out punishments. "Another thing a man's gotta learn is pullin' his own weight. Farm work will take care of that. Right quick. From this moment forward, you'll address me only as 'Aunt Lulu' or 'Ma'am'. And I don't wanna catch you usin' no profanity. That clear?" Troy sobbed softly. He lay curled up, aghast at his situation. Surely, no child had ever faced injustice and cruelty like this. "That clear?" she repeated. "...Yes, Ma'am," he managed to whimper. "Ok, then, on your feet," she said softly. "Back into the truck. And if you ever address me like you did just there again, you'll learn what a real beating is like." Making Troy A Man Ch. 01 Troy complied miserably. He pouted with a lump in his throat all the way on the long ride to the farm. *** The road up to the farmhouse was a twisting horse trail, little more than a pair of ruts in the grass, winding through a green corridor of lush, thriving vegetation. To Troy, it looked like a suffocating, angry tangle of life, a vibrant contrast to the the concrete, steel, glass, and tame, manicured gardens and hedges he was used to. He wondered how many wild animals, poisonous plants, insects, spiders and fungi lurked in the thicket. The last three hours had passed in silence. His cheek smarted lightly still, and his back and rump were getting sore. He was bored past reason; he had never gone this long without some sort of electronic device to distract or entertain him since he was a troyler. They pulled up to the farmhouse as the sun was setting, and Aunt Lulu broke the silence. "You'll be lodged in the upstairs. We got your room ready. We got some coveralls for you, they should fit ok. Dinner's gonna be set, then after that it's a quick wash up, and straight to bed. It's gonna be an early start, up at 4:30, breakfast at 4:45, morning prayers at 5:15, and Glenda'll put you to work with your first chores at 5:30." Troy was hoping he had heard wrong, but knew he hadn't. He figured he should just expect daily lashings and keel-haulings just so everything he experienced wouldn't be worse. "Hey," Aunt Lulu said softly. "Hey, you listenin'?" She touched his arm gently. He jumped. "Hey, hey, hey, it's gonna be ok," she crooned to him. "Your momma's mad, but I ain't. I just got a job to do. Me and your cousins love you very much. It's gonna be tough, but we're here to help you. You're gonna be ok. You're gonna get through this." Troy broke down completely, sobbing and wailing, gasping for breath in between his anguished cries. His aunt hugged him and held him close, and he sobbed into her breasts piteously for a quarter of an hour. *** Dinner was bland and provincial. Troy was used to the finest cuisine from all over the world. The unseasoned pork and vegetables before him just exacerbated the nightmare he was living. The conversation between his Aunt and his three cousins was equally bland and provincial. Carol, Wendy, and Glenda shared the same build as their mother. The resemblance to his father was uncanny. There were plenty of "Yups" and "Mhm's" interspersed between the discussions of animal health and tractor maintenance. He began to wonder exactly how inbred this branch of the family tree was. He tried to imagine anything but his current situation, but his thoughts kept drifting back to Kevin, and that was even more painful. He concentrated on chewing his food, counting the bites, watching a fly crawl on his plate... He couldn't imagine hell being any worse than this. Dinner finished up and his cousins all cleared the plates and set to washing the dishes. Troy sat there sullenly staring straight ahead. "What's wrong with him?" he heard her cousin Wendy ask under her breath. "Nothin', he's just upset," replied Carol in the same hushed tone. "City slicker. No idea what he's in for. Let him be." They all washed up after that, and Troy found himself to be tremendously tired. He flopped into bed and was fast asleep in minutes. *** Next morning he was awakened by his Aunt's voice bellowing from downstairs. "All right, all right!! Good morning, y'all!! Up and at 'em! Up and smell the coffee! New day dawnin'! Breakfast in fifteen minutes!!" Troy groaned. It took him a moment until, with dread, he remembered where he was. He moaned in despair, but got up and tried to shake off the cobwebs. He dared not cross his Aunt Lulu again. He opened the sash on his window. It was still pitch black out. He scrubbed up briefly and dressed. A white T-shirt and denim coveralls. He regarded himself in the mirror. He looked like a hick from the Ozarks. He considered killing himself. Thoughts of his Ferrari were all that kept his feet moving downstairs. Breakfast was surprisingly good. He was truly hungry, and the bacon and eggs went down extremely well. He tried some of the coffee, but found it unpotable. Again, his refined palate was far too used to sophisticated, refined, and expensive brews from around the globe to stomach such rustic fare. After breakfast, they prayed. Troy strained to not burst out in sarcasm or contempt. He tried to remember what his Aunt had said about respect. If he prayed, it was for strength and self-control. They finished prayers, and the girls all set off on their chores. "Well, come on," his cousin Glenda said simply. "Let's get to it." He trudged after her with stooped shoulders. He was tired, jet lagged and exhausted emotionally. "First chore is feedin' the chickens," Glenda said. "Put on a pair of gloves and grab a bucket." Troy did as he was told numbly. He was praying for this day to end, but it had barely begun. "So what's up with you, Troy?" Glenda asked as they scattered chicken feed in the barn, surrounded by clucking. The stench of chicken dander and waste assailed Troy's nostrils. "Nothin' really" he replied in a monotone voice. "So why you out here?" Glenda probed. "Ain't no family visit." "But I love my family so much..." Troy said blithely as he scattered chicken feed. His shoulder was already getting sore. His insulting tone was clearly not lost on Glenda. Maybe she wasn't as stupid as she looked. "I heard Momma and Aunt Tessa talkin' on the phone. Sounded to me like you're a faggot," she said with a mildly derisive tone. "You a faggot, Troy?" "What if I am?" he shot back, somewhat incensed. "That's a sin," Glenda stated. "We turned queers before. Made 'em right." "A sin..." Troy laughed acidly. "Maybe I'm a faggot. You look like a dyke. What's your sin?" "That ain't none o' your business, and that ain't a sin, no how. The Bible says 'Thou shalt not layest with a man as a woman'. Don't say nothin' about two women." "Well, ain't that gol' durn convenient fer yuh!!" Troy mocked, his anger rising. He regarded his cousin with disgust. She was thick, round, stocky, busty, had a protruding belly, and thick, muscular arms. She had shortish, strawberry blond hair, a wide face, and chubby, freckled cheeks. Her upper lip never quite managed to cover her buck front teeth. Her nose was slightly upturned with her nostrils exposed. She reminded him of a pig. He stood, scowling at this pig-woman. "You'd better watch your tone," she said menacingly. He snorted. "Or what? I suppose you'll call Aunt Lulu and she'll skin me and nail my hide to the barn, huh?" Troy dropped his bucket. He'd had enough. "Well, why don't you call your momma then, pig-girl?" Glenda stood there for a moment, her gaze narrowing. "I'm just gonna forget you said that, Troy. Now pick up that bucket. Chickens need to be fed." "No!" Troy shouted, throwing his hands up in the air, thinking he had found an advantage to push. "Forget it! Why don't you make me? Or call your momma!!" "Look, Troy, you're here because you're family and we love you. But if you're here to be fixed, I got a duty to God and the family to set to fixin' you." Troy didn't understand what she was getting at, so continued baiting her. He turned up the end of his nose with his finger and made pig-snorting noises. "If you're gonna get normal, you're gonna have to learn to like pussy," she growled. "So I guess it's time for you t' start learnin'." She advanced on Troy, and suddenly he found himself filled with fear again. Her broad, stocky form reminded him of his dad and now his Aunt Lulu too. He turned and ran. She was hot on his heels. He made best speed in his rubber boots, but they were ill-fitting, and hurt his feet. He vaulted across a gate and sprinted to the end of the barn. The door was closed. He struggled to unbar it, but it was too heavy. He just managed to duck Glenda's grasp as she lunged at him, and he bolted up the stairs into the hay loft. To his chagrin, he found that bounding up the stairs had gained him no ground on his hefty pursuer. At the top stair, her hand snared his ankle. Her grip was like iron. He struggled. Her other hand grabbed his thigh. We was forced on his back, thrashing and flailing uselessly. "No!" he yelled out. "No, no! Dammit! Let me go you fat fucking cow! Ow!" Glenda had him pinned to the ground, spread-eagled. She looked down at him with a frown. A tear was welling up in the corner of her eye, and her lower lip quivered. "You say some real mean things, Troy. Some real mean things. I'm gonna try my best to forgive you, Troy. But right now, you gotta learn respect. And you've probably never had a taste of pussy, so you're long overdue. You hold still, Troy. Just remember that I love you. We're all doin' this because we love you." Troy fought and fought, but to no avail. It was like a rabbit struggling against a gorilla. Glenda sat on his chest, forcing his breath from him. She grabbed both of his wrists in her powerful right hand, and unbuckled her coveralls with her left. She removed her rubber boots as Troy gasped beneath her weight. Troy fought for breath uselessly. He was on the verge of passing out as he thrashed beneath her, when she stood suddenly, releasing him. He wheezed in breath as she dropped her coveralls and skinned out of her panties. Troy got to his knees and attempted to bolt again, but she was back on him like a shot. With all his might, he tried to break free, but he was as helpless as an infant in her grasp. She had him down on his back again and straddled his head. "No!" he screamed. "No!!" She squatted and lowered her vagina right above his face. Her crotch was covered in wild, thick, long, tangly yellow pubic hair. She smelled of musk, woman, pee, and some other aromas that Troy found utterly horrifying. "Now you're gonna eat my pussy, Troy. You better try and make me cum good. If you make me cum, I'll let you up." "Don't!" he shrieked. "You sick fuckin' bitch! I'm gonna tell your mom what a fucking pervert you are!!" "Save it," she snorted. "The Bible don't say nothin' about incest. Practically enshrines it, truth be told. And you'll be eatin' Carol, Wendy, Momma's and my pussy lots before we're done here." With that, she sat down on his face. "And you're gonna learn to love it. That's how it's going to be. Now eat. And quit strugglin' you ain't goin' nowhere." He turned his head to the side, overwhelmed by the flesh of her pudenda, buttocks, and thighs. The smell made him nauseous. He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and thrashed desperately to extricate himself from beneath her. "You best set to lickin'," Glenda stated. "I can sit here all day." Troy struggled. He kicked. He twisted. He began to see the inevitability of his fate but he wouldn't accept it. This was revolting! Inhuman! How could she do this to him? Her hot, hairy vulva pressed down on his cheek. He began to cry again. He lay there sobbing for a time, engulfed in hot, moist, tangly, fragrant womanhood. He wished his mother were here. She wouldn't allow this. She would rescue him; surely she couldn't have known what these sick, inbred hillbillies were capable of. His mother was from the civilized side of the family. She could save him! He had to find a phone; she would fly him home, back to safety, back to the city. He would never see Kevin again, never suck a dick again, he would marry a girl, any girl she picked for him, if only he could be spared... this. But his mother wasn't here. Only him... and Glenda. He prayed for a miracle, anything to save him from this horrid pig-beast who was using his head for a seat. But no miracle came. Slowly, miserably, he resigned himself to the fact that there was only one way out of this. Reluctantly, filled with revulsion, he he slowly turned his head. Glenda felt his action, and lessened the weight she was pressing down on him. Her musky, damp cleft was bare millimetres above his mouth. Forcing his tongue to move, he snaked it out and slid it along her inner folds. He gagged. It seemed like licking snot off of a piece of bacon. "Good boy, Troy, that's it," Glenda encouraged him from atop his mouth. "Get to it. Make me cum and I'll let you up." Completely horrified, humiliated, and disgusted, he willed his tongue to move. Up and down. Back and forth. From the front of her slit, across her pearly clit, past her utethra, to the juicy entrance of her vagina, and back again. He wanted to die. He was being used for her pleasure. Violated. Forced. He had never imagined a complete invalidation of his personhood like this. He had fantasized about being raped, but it was always by boys. Shoving their thick cocks up his ass. Making him suck them and swallow all their sperm. Holding him down, grabbing his hair, pinning his arms behind his back. He never dreamed he would be raped by a girl. But that's what was happening to him. His own cousin was raping his mouth with her disgusting vagina. And he was helpless to do anything to stop her. He licked and licked, each taste and sensation was a fresh horror, an affront to his sexuality and dignity. He cried as he ate his cousin, forcing himself to lick her harder and harder, praying for her just to cum so it would be over. He worked his tongue soullessly, dispassionately... like he was a robot. He tried to turn his brain off, to detach from his body. But his senses betrayed him. He could taste her. Smell her. Feel her weight, her heat, her wetness, hear her breathing. At least he could close his eyes. "C'mon, Troy, lick faster. Move that tongue. Don't be shy, get it right up in there. Make me cum, and I'll let you go. The faster you do it, the better it'll be for the both of us." He sobbed and sped his pace. Flicking his tongue back and forth, he slid his tongue all over her inner folds. He found that she made little gasping noises as he made contact with her clit. Would this bring her off faster? He concentrated his efforts there. "Yeah, Troy, that's it. That's better. Mmm, uh huh, keep doin' it like that..." Was she going to cum? He prayed, prayed so hard for that to be true. Diligently, deliberately, he began beating his tongue against her little love-nub as hard and fast as he could. "Mm! Mm, yeah! That's it, you've got it! Just like that, just like that. That's good, Troy, more, more... Ooh, keep doin' it. Mm! Mm! Oh yeah, I'm gettin' close! I'm gettin' close! Keep lickin' me! Oh, Troy! Yeah! Yeah! I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cummmm...!" She squealed and shivered. Thrusting her butt up and out, she bore down and ground her pussy on his probing tongue. She bucked and quivered, gasping and sighing, eventually letting out a long breath and a soft moan. After she got her breath back a bit, she stood up and released Troy. He just lay there, his face glazed with her secretions, sobbing. "Ok, Troy, you can get up," she said softly. He didn't move. "Troy, look, I'm real sorry. I didn't want it to be like this. I wanted it to be all nice-like. But you said some mean, mean things. And I'm gonna do what I can to forgive you. But we gotta fix you, and it ain't gonna be easy for you. You gotta respect me, ya hear? You respect me and I'll respect you, ok?" Troy continued laying on his back, sobbing and wishing for death. "Troy, I love you, ok? We all do. The Bible teaches us to love the sinner and hate the sin. So we're gonna fix you, we're gonna make you right. Just remember we're doin' it with love, ok?" Troy rolled over onto his side. He still sobbed and sobbed. This was unbearable. He'd never felt so used and dehumanized. He was mortified. "C'mon, get up," Glenda said tenderly. "I'm real sorry, Troy, ok? But ya can't talk to me like that, ok? Now c'mon, we got chores. We gotta feed the pigs and the cattle. C'mon, get up, Troy. Won'cha get up for me?" Sadly, hopelessly, he managed to rise. He wiped his face. His hand came away sticky and gooey. His cousin, naked but for her T-shirt, went to her coveralls and obtained a handkerchief. Her breasts strained beneath the white cotton, and her nipples poked through. "C'mon, let me get that for you..." She made to gently wipe his face, but Troy recoiled, flailing his hands and crying out in terror, "Don't touch me, don't touch me!!" "It's ok, Troy, it's ok! I ain't gonna hurt ya! Here, take the handkerchief. Here it is. Take it. It's ok, wipe your face, it's ok, I won't hurt ya..." Troy managed to snatch the kerchief and wipe his face, his tears mingling with her juices. He stank of her pussy. He would for the rest of the day. "It's ok, Troy, I'll never hurt ya. You just take a moment, ok? I'll finish feeding the chickens, then I'll come and getcha and we'll feed the pigs. It's ok, Troy, it really is. It'll be fine, you'll see." ...to be continued. Making Troy A Man Ch. 02 Glenda returned a short time later as Troy leaned against the railing of the hay loft. He knew he should be contemplating suicide, murder, or escape. But his mind was stuck in a grey fog. He could only dumbly look around at his surroundings. The moment a thought entered his mind, it brought him unbearable pain. Kevin choking up as he left him naked, with his mother. Aunt Lulu holding him by the scruff of his neck, slapping his cheek repeatedly. Cousin Glenda sitting on his face, forcing him to... No, no, grey fog was much safer, easier. "You ok, Troy? Chickens are fed, need to see to the pigs . Follow me, ok?" He couldn't respond, just trudged after her. Just keep moving. Do things. Yes, raise your arm. Grasp the handle. Turn the spigot. Haul the bucket. Dump it in the trough. Spray the hose. Hang the cord. His day progressed like that as Glenda gave him task after task. He fed the pigs, fed the cattle, cleaned, mucked, swept, helped her mend a fence in two places, gathered eggs, milked cows (with a machine, he thanked his lucky stars. He couldn't imagine doing it by hand.) And that was all before lunch. He spilled into his chair at lunch time, bone tired, sleep deprived, and mentally destroyed. "How you doin', Sugar?" Aunt Lulu asked him once lunch was served and his cousins had begun eating. "Ok..." he replied numbly. His mouth had formulated the response without any help from his brain. "Oh, uh, he was real good, Momma!" Glenda chimed in suddenly. "He was quick, smart, polite... He's stronger than he looks too!" "Well, now, ain't that nice," said Aunt Lulu with a syrupy tone. "Now, come on, Glenda, out with it. What happened. I can see somethin' written all over your face." Glenda blushed and paused a bit. "Well, seein' as how I overheard you an' Aunt Tessa talkin'..." "Uh huh..." prompted Aunt Lulu. Wendy and Carol both were listening intently at this point. "Well, I sorta, uh... I sorta sat on his face." Her two older sisters inhaled sharply and giggled a bit. "But it's right, ain't it?" Glenda added quickly. "I mean, he's here to be fixed, right? He's gotta eat pussy at some point, right?" "Aw, Glenda, you jes' think he's cute, don'cha?" Wendy chuckled. "No, it ain't like that!" Glenda protested. Troy just stared straight ahead, swimming in his comfortable grey fog. He was glad no one had asked him anything further in the matter. "So what else happened?" Aunt Lulu asked. "Uh, nothin', that was it." "All right then, you just sat on his face? An' he was good with that?" "Uh, yeah, pretty good. It's like I told you, he's real polite, obedient... I mean, he did everything I told him..." "Ok, then but you just be careful. We got our responsibilities, all of us. And mine is to see that he gets right. So no funny stuff, Glenda. Y'hear what I'm sayin?" "I hear ya, Momma. Geez. I mean we were gonna anyway at some point, right?" "Yeah, but when I give the say-so. If he's gonna be good, there ain't no lessons unless I'm there and I said it. Clear?" "Clear, Momma." The four women busied themselves with lunch and discussing what was to be done in the afternoon. Troy ate very little. He didn't have much of an appetite. Aunt Lulu shot a few sideways glances at him periodically though. She seemed to be regarding him in some analytical fashion. Troy ignored it. He thought that there had to be a phone here somewhere. He just had to find it. He excused himself to go to the bathroom. Glenda fixed him with a brief worried look as he exited the kitchen. Entering the hall, Troy allowed his mind to take back the present. He fought through alarming flashbacks. Cousin Glenda's grip on his ankle. Her weight on his chest. Her hot, damp, hairy vulva on his face. The taste of her wetness... He bolted into the bathroom, where there was a toilet that looked like it had been installed in the 1950s. Flinging open the lid, he pitched in front of it and vomited repeatedly. He was washing his face and allowing the cool water to provide him some comfort when a knock came at the door. He jumped. Aunt Lulu's voice came through the door. Apparently he would have to plan to look for the phone later. "You all right in there, Sugar? Aunt Lulu's comin' in." Oh god! He was trapped!! Was she now going to rape his mouth too?!! The door opened and Aunt Lulu walked in. There was no lock on this door. "Hey there, you ok?" she asked him. Troy stood there, leaning on the sink, his heart pounding in fear. "...Fine. Fine, Aunt Lulu... Ma'am." "I set the girls to work," she stated. There was a pause. Troy just stared at her, praying she wouldn't lunge for him. "Glenda sat on your face, huh?" Troy just nodded dumbly. "Wanna tell Aunt Lulu about it?" "...No..." he finally mumbled. adrenaline was still coursing in his veins. He felt like a cornered animal. If only she would step out of the doorway, he might have a chance to run... "Now, come on," his Aunt went on sympathetically. "Sugar. Troy. I know you don't like girls. We'll deal with that as we can. But that can't have been fun for ya. Glenda's not tellin' me the full story. You wanna tell me what happened? I won't punish ya none for it, I promise." Was she just here to talk? Troy's panic lessened somewhat. His mind kept filling with nightmare images though. There was no way he could trust this cruel, awful woman. "Uh, there's isn't much to tell..." he said cautiously. "That right? Now, come on, Sugar. Tell Aunt Lulu. Nothin' bad's gonna happen to ya because of it. I just want to know why Glenda did that." A wave of nausea hit him. He fought through it. Could he trust her? But what about Glenda? He didn't want to say how he'd insulted and baited her. Would she get back at him somehow? What could he say that would keep him from any further harm? "So what happened?" she asked again. "Well," Troy began, his mind racing. "It was pretty much like she said." "Well, why don't you tell your Auntie what happened in your own words then, hm?" "Uh, well... It's like, well, we were done feeding the chickens. And we were gonna feed the pigs next. But Glenda told me to go up into the hay loft. So I did." He swallowed hard. "She, uh, asked me to lie on my back. Then, she, ah, she sat on my... face." "That's it? An' you ate her pussy?" "Um, yup." He gulped again. He was sure she knew he was lying about what had happened. "An' you were fine with that?" "Um, yes. Yes, Ma'am..." "Really?" "Sure." "And what would you do if she wanted to sit on your face again?" Troy's stomach lurched. He fought to keep his expression straight and neutral. Was he succeeding in bluffing his way out of this? "Uh, that would be fine, I guess." Suddenly his Aunt broke into a broad smile. "Oh, Troy, that's wonderful! Was that your first taste of pussy?" "Yes, Ma'am." "Good boy! This might not be as hard as I thought! Ok, Troy, now this is gonna be tough, but I got a duty here to make sure you're right before I send you home. And I'm gonna make sure you are. But this is real, real good news. Do you like Glenda? Do you want her to lead you in chores everyday?" Troy's mind was screaming. What should he do? He was terrified of Glenda. If he said he didn't like her, what would happen? And what if his other cousins were even worse? He tried to think his course out, but he had no time... "Oh, sure, I like Glenda," he lied. "She can lead me in chores, sure." "And what if she wanted to fuck you? What would you think then?" Troy thought he would pass out. He was sure he was turning white as a sheet. It took every ounce of his will and fortitude to keep standing and breathing before his aunt. Fucking that disgusting troll? A more revolting thought he couldn't possibly imagine!! This couldn't be real! "Uh, that would be fine I guess. I like her." Oh lord, did he just have to fake that he was straight? Could that end the nightmare? "Would... would it be all right if we... fucked?" Breathe. Just keep breathing, he told himself. "All right! Why, Troy, that would be just marvelous! And don't worry, you can say it. It ain't cussin' if you use it for what it means. That would be just a marvelous step in the right direction. Troy, I think you're gonna be ok!" She grabbed him and pulled him into a huge bear hug. He resisted the urge to scream, push her away, run for his life. "Maybe your Momma was all worried about nothin'. "Ok. Let's go downstairs, Aunt Lulu's gonna put the tea on. We'll have a little talk before I send you back to Glenda, ok? Come on, Sugar!" Troy followed his Aunt downstairs in a trance. That had to be it. Convince her he was straight, quick ticket out of this hell-hole. He had to find a telephone, though, talk to his mother. There's no way she could have known what she was sending him into. Maybe if he said something about how cute Glenda was, Lulu would let him phone his mother? But how could he get a private conversation with his mom? He did not want to have anything to do with Glenda, he didn't want to think about what he might have to do with that filthy pig if he wanted to convince these twisted sickos that he was straight. His mind was spinning, spinning, spinning... He sat in the living room while his Aunt put the tea on. "Well, Troy, seeing as how you've done so well this morning," she said, returning to the living room, "I'm gonna give you some privileges. But first, I wanna find out a bit more about where your head is at." Privileges? What kind of privileges? His aunt sat down on the sofa. "Now, your Momma told me how she found ya." Troy swallowed. He tried not to belie his fear. "Told me you were in high heels. Panty hose. Garters. Make up. Shaved your privates too, that right?" There was no way he could deny that. "Um, yup, that's right..." "That stuff turn you on, Troy?" He swallowed again. A general sense of nausea, fear and dread was becoming normal for him. "Ah, no, no, not really..." Lulu fixed him with a warm look and smile. "Now, it's ok Troy. You can be honest about it. Some folks like things a little different. Nothin' wrong with that." She paused, still smiling at him. He didn't know what to make of her comments, so he just remained silent. His mind was doing thousands of calculations as to how far he could push; what the best and quickest way out of this situation was. Aunt Lulu went on. "We go by the Good Book here. Far as I know, it don't say nothin' about high heels and garter belts. We just want you to be right with the Holy Kingdom. Me an' my daughters, we never really cared for dresses, and makeup and such. I don't think The Father would keep us out o' His house on account o' that. You understand?" "I think so, Ma'am." Did she mean that she thought cross-dressing was ok? His mother certainly wouldn't agree... His mind worked even harder now. What exactly were his aunt's motives? What criteria would he have to meet before being released? "Good," said Aunt Lulu. "And you really like Glenda?" "Yes, Ma'am." "Well, your room has a lock on it, we had you locked in. I figure you were too tired to notice. I reckoned we might have to keep you locked in, depending. The bed's a bit rough. No window. How would you like to sleep in Glenda's room? She's got a big, comfy bed and a good view. Fireplace. Couch. Hm?" Glenda's room? Surely, that meant 'in Glenda's bed'. With Glenda. He suppressed a shudder. He hadn't noticed the lock... What the hell was he supposed to have done if he'd had to piss? Or take a shit?? Nevermind, this might be an opportunity. As horrifying as it seemed, he forced what he hope seemed an eager smile. "In Glenda's room? Like, with Glenda?" "Yep, with Glenda," she said with a proud smile. "I'll have to ask her first, of course, Sugar. But I'm pretty sure I know what the answer will be. You heard Wendy teasin' her about thinkin' you're cute? Well, I know my Glenda, an' she was protestin' that a little hard." She winked. There was a pause. Troy kept up his forced grin. He couldn't imagine sharing a bed with that corpulent throwback. Means to an end, he told himself. "So tell me, then, Troy..." his aunt said, her tone getting more serious. "Your momma said you like boys. That true?" Shit, how would he answer this one? He couldn't feign an instant conversion, that would seem too suspicious... "Well, really, it was just that one, and uh, really, Ma'am..." His mind was calculating, thinking, planning... "Yeah? Go on," Aunt Lulu urged him. "Well, I don't know if you'll believe it..." "Try me." "It... it just seemed to sort of fit, you know? With the makeup, and the, you know, the stockings and heels..." "M hm...." "Well, honestly, Ma'am..." He had it! He knew what to say, he just had to be careful about how he said it. Make it seem natural, make it seem natural... "Honestly, it's my mother. And the city. The girls there are just, it's... All they care about is clothes, and jewelry, and cars, and money... They're all fake, and soft, and vapid... Glenda... Well, I've never met a girl like Glenda." He tried to force that same eager grin. He could taste bile in his mouth. Was his aunt buying this? "She's... sweet. And real. She's hard-working, she's strong..." Aunt Lulu was grinning broadly as he spoke. She really was buying this! "And she's... big. She's a real big girl, I like that, Aunt Lulu. I really like that. Nothin' like my mother, or those stupid debutantes... Glenda's cute. She's real cute. I really've never met a girl like her!" "Oh, Sugar, you can't imagine how happy it makes me to hear that," his aunt gushed. "All right then! I'll ask Glenda if you can sleep with her tonight when you come in for dinner!" She paused, a proud grin still on her face as she slapped her palms down on her thighs. "Heavens to betsy, so happy! Troy, I actually think you're really gonna like your stay here!" She got up and went to the kitchen to make the tea, as the kettle was whistling. Enjoy his stay? Fat chance! He had a plan now, though, and he made ready to stick to his guns, to endure whatever was required to get the hell out of here. Twenty minutes later he was back in the barn, walking towards Glenda. His mind was still whirring like a hard drive, thinking, plotting. Somehow he'd managed to convince his aunt, now could he fool his cousin? "Hi, Glenda," he greeted her. His instinct was to run. To shy away. To hide from this aggressive, loathsome predator. "Hey, Troy," she returned. Her expression was fraught with concern. "You, uh, took a while there with Momma. You talkin'?" "We talked." He decided to let her dangle, at least for a moment. "'Bout... 'bout what?" Her face was slightly reddened. Did this beast really think he was cute? She was repulsive to him. "Look, Glenda, I'm sorry for the things I said earlier. Really, really sorry. I didn't say anything to your mom about what I said, or what you did." Glenda just looked at him, her buck teeth in her slightly-ajar mouth making her look incredibly unintelligent. "I just said you asked me to lay down, and you sat on my face. Just basically the way you told it." Glenda stared back. "Well, that's... That's real nice of you, Troy. You... you know, Momma woulda got real mad at me if she knew I lost my temper like that. I'm real sorry too, Troy, I never shoulda..." "Hey, hey, Glenda, it's ok," he interrupted her. "Glenda, look, I was angry. My mom sent me out here without me having any say. This farm is, well, it's really different for me. I'm used to fast cars, and pavement, and air conditioning... It's... It's just a bit of a shock, that's all, ok?" "Uh huh," she just nodded, a half-smile in her stupid face. He had to be careful, she had displayed that hint of piggy intelligence earlier. Don't underestimate her, this girl is key to you getting out of here, he told himself. And she's also dangerous. "We just got off on the wrong foot is all, I really didn't mean a word of what I said. I really do apologize, will you forgive me?" Troy was almost choking on his words as he produced them. "Golly, yes, yes for sure!" she was beaming now. "Will you forgive me too, Troy? I mean, I... I won't ever make you like that again, ok? Really, I won't." He forced a laugh. He hoped it sounded friendly and natural. "Why, sure, Glenda, of course I'll forgive you." Ok, push it a bit further, but don't give away too much... "And, Glenda?" "Yeah?" "Glenda, I... I actually think you're really pretty. I wish I told you that." He smiled at her. She blushed a deep, deep pink and was struck dumb for a minute, smiling a bashful smile. Her mouth was still slightly open and her front teeth protruding. "Well, ahem, uh..." she finally stammered. "We should get back to chores, huh?" And back to chores they went. By supper time, Troy's arms felt like they were falling off. He tried to put on a brave face and be cheerful. He felt it easier to let his brain slip into neutral and embrace the grey fog. His actions were those of an automaton. Back at the house, Troy feigned some measure of happiness. He was dying inside; dreading this sleeping arrangement. And he was tired. Worn out. He'd never had to do that kind of work ever in his life. How did these girls manage it day in day out? He managed to choke down dinner because his body was screaming for nourishment. He sat at the table with a stupid, half-smile on his face the whole time, fighting his anxiety and his nausea, trying to say as little as possible. His aunt and three cousins kept their discussion going about feed quality, market prices, and soil erosion. Troy was again, blissfully thankful he had nothing to add to the conversation. After dinner, the three cleared the table and began to tend to the dishes. Troy felt his body shutting down. His limbs were worked past any imaginings of strain he could have conceived of. He was going to be sore tomorrow, that was for sure. They took turns in the bath. Troy almost fell asleep in the tub. The hot water felt so soothing on his tired muscles. The girls were watching some TV and relaxing when he came out. He wobbled as he walked. His legs, and pretty much every muscle in his body, felt like jelly. He decided to keep up the ruse of friendliness, and announced his exhaustion, and bade them all a good night. Glenda had a huge, sparkling smile as he spoke. "Oh, Troy, Momma asked me about the new sleeping arrangements... I'm more than happy to share my bed with ya!" "Oh, cripes," groused Carol. "Put a lid on your heat, Glenda. You're just to help fix 'im. That's not your weddin' bed or nothin'." "Just jealous!" Glenda smirked, sticking her tongue out at her sister. "I'm gonna hit the hay early too!" Oh fuck, thought Troy. No, no, no! I just want to sleep, dammit! Why couldn't I just get one night of peace before I have to share the covers with that sow?? Good night wishes were exchanged all around. "You make sure you get some sleep, now, y'hear?" said Aunt Lulu. "I want you two both fresh and rested!" "Ok, Momma!" said Glenda. "Don't worry," said Troy. "Good night." They changed into their night clothes and bedded down. Troy was as quick changing as he could be. Glenda took her time and made more of a show of it. She smiled expectantly as they crawled under the covers. Mercifully, Troy was asleep the moment he hit the pillow, thwarting, if unintentionally, any amorous designs Glenda might have. His dreamless sleep was interrupted by Glenda shaking him. "C'mon, wake up, Honey," she said softly, trying to rouse him. His mind couldn't clear, his vision wouldn't focus. When he come to himself he was far too tired to react with the horror his brain impelled him to. He just stared stupidly forward, his jaw hanging open, sucking in breath. Making Troy A Man Ch. 02 "Come on y'all!!" bellowed Aunt Lulu's voice from downstairs. "Up and at 'em!! Let's get a move on! Brand new day!" "Good mornin' Troy," said Glenda with a broad grin. "Good morning," Troy managed to slur back. Everything hurt. Breathing was about the only motion he could handle. "Let's go get 'em, Tiger!" Glenda whispered and gave him a quick peck on the lips. He was too surprised and sore to recoil. Then she was up and changing for the day. Troy dragged his ass out of bed and followed suit as best he could. The early parts of the day went fairly well since he was numb from the neck down. Glenda was pandering and accommodating to him the whole time. Every once in a while his mind sort of panicked and questioned why he wasn't working harder on escape. But his new plan was simply survival. By supper time, he had nearly collapsed twice. His limbs just couldn't carry on. The evening went similarly to the last night. He bathed, nearly fell asleep in the tub, changed, went to bed early, and was asleep the moment he laid down. The next morning was the same. Breakfast. Toil. Drudgery. The afternoon was even worse. He literally had nothing left. As he was loading some milk jugs onto a pallet, he actually did collapse. He laid there panting. "You ok, Troy?" Glenda asked him with concern. "I..." he gasped. "I can't move. I can't. I'm too tired. I just can't." "Well we gotta get them jugs loaded... C'mon, Troy... C'mon, get up. Momma'll be real angry if we don't get it done. She's gonna drive to market tomorrow, they gotta be loaded." "Can't..." he breathed. "Just can't. Let me die here. You can sell my body at market." Glenda half giggled, not sure if she should take that statement seriously. "Well, Momma would maybe understand why it wasn't done before supper if we had a good excuse..." Troy rolled his head over to fix his gaze at her. He had no idea what she was talking about. She read that in his confused, exhausted expression. "Well, like, if we fuck... Momma's gonna wanna see to fixin' you pretty quick... You wanna fuck, Troy?" she had an eager half-grin on. God! No! That would be worse than death! "Oh, Glenda, no..." he weakly protested. "You see, ya see, I'm... I'm still a virgin..." Yeah, work that angle, shy, virgin, want it to be romantic... "I'd love for you to be my first. I really would! But I'm a wreck, here, I'd want to, you know, kinda make it special? Can I... Can I be the man for that? You know, kinda sweep you off your feet?" Jesus, where the hell was he getting this from?! Ok, no more screwing around. He had to get his shit together and start looking for an exit. Glenda blushed and shifted her feet. "Oh, gosh, Troy!" she giggled. "You're such a cutie!!" "Really I'll make it up to you tonight." Shit! Why the hell had he said that?!! "Uh, let's... Let's load these... Uhhhhrr," he groaned, struggling to his feet, "...these jugs...." Using the fear and aversion to copulation with his abominable cousin as a fire under his butt, he summoned strength past his own to help with loading the jugs. Once they had them on the pallet, Glenda used the forklift to hoist them into the back of the pickup and strapped them in. Troy collapsed onto the hay again, heaving and panting. This was beyond intolerable. Yes, tomorrow, he was going to have to focus back on getting the fucking hell right out of here. On the way back for dinner, his legs literally failed him. Glenda tried to coax him up, but he couldn't. He was completely wiped out. Glenda eventually just picked him up in her arms, and carried him back to the farm house. Troy was too exhausted to feel undignified or disgusted. He nearly fell asleep with his head on her breast as she strode the distance, cradling him lovingly the whole way. She gently put him back on his feet and made a show of dusting him off before they entered the house. She grinned warmly at him. He found himself returning her smile. You know? For a pig-beast, she could actually be kind of nice. He stumbled his way into the house and sat down. They said grace over supper, and Troy positively devoured the meal. He resolved to keep his mind active. He might have bought himself some time or space; he couldn't afford to squander it. They took turns a bathing after dinner. Troy scrubbed himself clean. His every muscle ached. As an effort to maintain a sense of self-mastery and routine, he decided to shave. He grew very little facial hair, so it was a quick job, but it made him feel better. More civilized. On that note, he decided to shave his cock and balls, too. They were growing some stubble, and even though he was now apparently, and for who knew how long, living on a farm, he swore he would not morph into some kind of dirty, hairy hillbilly. He dried off as best he could and limped down the stairs. He wished he had some other clothes to wear than the coveralls and T-shirt, but he wasn't about to come downstairs to those four inbred weirdos just dressed in his bedclothes. In the parlour, he did his best to participate in the conversation, although he still didn't have much to add. He managed to ask a couple of questions about the market. They seemed to be buying his feigned engagement in the process. Fine, he thought, fine. The sooner they think I'm whatever fucked-up definition of 'normal' they want me to be, the better. He tried to probe for information where he could, but he was simply too tired. He ended up falling asleep on the couch. He awakened some time later as his aunt and cousins were still engaged in conversation. "I ain't got no reason to be jealous," his cousin Wendy was saying. "I just want to know when he's gonna be eatin' the rest of our pussies. It's just a chore, don't get me wrong. He's gotta get right. But I like a boy's tongue in my pussy, same as you. An' if he's eatin' you out every day and night, I don't see why he shouldn't be eatin' the rest of us too." "He's just a bit delicate, is all! City boy. He's been pampered," Glenda protested. "He's... he's queer for sure. You all know what Aunt Tessa said! But with me, it's different. He likes me! He really does! I just ask him to eat my pussy an' he does it!" Wendy scoffed. "You just mind your loins. You're just gettin' possessive 'cause you ain't had a boy servicin' ya since we tuned that Randy right. Ain't my fault boys don't fancy ya." "Now, hold that tongue," Aunt Lulu broke in. "No need to bring talk like that into the discussion. Wendy, you'll get your turn. We all will." Troy almost jumped when he heard that. They'd all get their turn?? Death, come first!! He faked that he was still asleep. He might learn something if they thought he wasn't aware. "Troy's queer," Lulu continued, "Or maybe he goes both ways, but just never knew it. Either way, if he likes eatin' Glenda's pussy, an' sleepin' in her bed, that's a powerful step in the right direction, so I ain't gonna interfere. He's still gettin' used to the idea of bein' on the farm, an' from what I know, Glenda's the first girl he's ever been with. So I ain't gonna force any other girls on him until he's had a chance to learn to love pussy. It's your own doing anyway, Wendy. You an' Carol both had the chance to take him for chores the first day, an' Glenda was the only one who volunteered. You both went the other direction quick as you could." There was a pause. Troy was praying for them to say something about a phone. "Beside which, he told me he likes Glenda. I woulda never thought he'd just lay down an' eat her pussy when she asked him, but he did. I'm not convinced he woulda done that for either o' you two. Farm work'll toughen him up right. We'll see to his sexuality soon enough, and as I said before, on my say-so. An' so far it looks like him and Glenda are fire an' gasoline. So fer now, she got free reign. An' you other two, butt out. You got it?" "Got it, Momma," they both said in unison. It sounded like Wendy was a little more upset at the directive. "So, on that free reign note," Aunt Lulu said, turning to Glenda, "He eats your pussy at the drop of a hat. That's good news. Anything else? You gonna fuck anytime soon?" Troy lurched again slightly. He faked a snore, hoping it sounded natural. "Well, Momma, I offered today..." "Uh huh..." grunted Aunt Lulu. "But, he's shy. He's still a virgin..." Carol guffawed. "Yeah! A virgin! Bet ya a king's ransom his butt ain't no virgin!" "You two quit it now!" Glenda complained. "You're just bein' mean! You're just jealous because he's a sweet, sweet boy who took a fancy t'me! That's right! He told me so! He never met a country girl before! Well, now he has, and it's me, and he likes me!" "All right, all right, calm down," urged Lulu. "You'll wake our little sleeping beauty. Now look, he's gonna be right before we're done, one way or another. An' I already told you two, you'll have your turn. An' if he ends up really fallin' for Glenda, well, I'll get behind that. I ain't never been one t'stand in the way o' love, should it come to that." Troy thought his dinner was going to come up. Weren't these twisted perverts going to talk about anything other than their, warped, sick ideas about 'right' and 'normal' and... had he really heard what Aunt Lulu had said??... relationships? He had to get out of here. He had had enough of this loathsome conversation though, he didn't want to hear any details of how these depraved rapist predators planned to violate him. He feigned stirring, then waking. "Well, hello, there, sleepy-head," his aunt said. "How you feelin'?" "Tired," he managed. "Sore. This is, uh, a little more work than I'm used to." Lulu chuckled. "Yep, well, it's the order of the day around here. Glenda says you're adjustin' real well." "He really is, Momma," gushed Glenda. "Why, he'll be an expert farm hand in no time!" "I'm sure I will be!" he said, injecting fake cheer into his voice. "But right now I'm pretty wiped still. I think it's off to bed here pretty quick." "All right, then, Sugar!" Aunt Lulu smiled. "Early day again tomorrow!" "Yeah, I, uh, I'm getting the idea of that. So, uh, listen, is there any way I could maybe talk to my mom? I sorta miss her a bit..." "Not 'til Sunday, after church," Aunt Lulu said. "You'll have to last until then. Is there a message you want me to give her, though?" "Uh, sure..." Sunday. Sunday at least he'd find where the damn phone was. If he hadn't managed to find it himself by then. Maybe he could... coax Glenda into showing him or telling him where it was? "Yeah, just tell her I miss her. And I love her." "Ok, sure thing, Sugar!" He retired to bed, and Glenda joined him. He was filled with revulsion, but his mind knew her... attraction, or what ever the hell it was, to him, was his best chance at the moment to get any information. He allowed himself a moment to think of Kevin, and his heart was filled with longing and sorrow. Then, he returned to the present. "I know you're sore, Troy," Glenda said as she put on her night clothes. "I know you ain't got the arms of a farm boy, but you're doin' real good. You'll toughen up real quick, I know you will. Listen, I give real good rubdowns, can I... can I give you one?" His mind screamed in the negative. He couldn't stand the thought of her touching him... He had to push this though, he had to keep her convinced he liked her. God forbid what might happen if she didn't... "Uh, sure, Glenda, sure. That'd actually be really nice. You... you gotta be really gentle though, ok? I'm super tender." "Ok, you got it, Tiger!" she grinned. Troy suppressed a gag. How was he going to survive? He laid on his stomach, his skin crawling. Glenda hummed a tune, got some baby oil, gently removed his night shirt with a giggle and began caressing his skin. Her very touch sent his entire brain aflame with revulsion and horror. Her fingers lightly tracing his skin felt like knives. Slowly and methodically, she stroked and felt her way along the knotted cords of his muscles. Following the contours of his shoulders, she carefully and tenderly probed his flesh. As it warmed beneath her touch, she began to manipulate and work the muscle. Troy groaned. She was gentle, but deliberate and very skilled. As much loathing as he had for his cousin, he had to admit that this felt absolutely wonderful. Her fingers were magic! So tenderly, she was teasing all the soreness out of his exhausted limbs, bringing him such blissful relief. He groaned even deeper, surrendering to her touch. This was just what he needed! And she was incredible. He closed his eyes and shuddered, glorious pleasure and satisfaction flowing slowly, inch by inch through his muscles wherever her expert fingers danced. He felt himself start to relax for the first time in three days. He was floating on clouds, letting the sensations wash over him. He was drifting off to sleep, slipping away into a fuzzy, warm, pleasant place, when his blood suddenly ran cold through his veins. Glenda had his pyjama pants down and was reaching between his legs to caress his genitalia. He felt the adrenaline and terror roar through his body and senses. Oh, god, what was he going to do? What the hell was she about to do??! She chuckled, then laughed out loud. "Oh Troy! Troy, you got no... do you shave down there?" "Uh, uh, yeah... Yeah I, uh, shave there. It's, uh, cleaner..." He was desperately trying to think of some way to stop this, to find a way out. She was basically on top of him. She was far physically stronger than he was. Plus, he was sore and exhausted. Any physical solution was certainly out of the question. She giggled again. "I like it, Troy. It looks..." She was overcome with snorts and giggles. "It looks very, very clean. Neat. Sexy." He held still and held back a clog of vomit in his throat as she molested him. Gently, she rolled him on to his back and pulled his pyjamas the rest of the way off. No! Stop! his brain shrieked. He couldn't allow his mouth to let the words out. Please! No! She cupped his cock and balls, gently exploring the smooth, hairless skin. Her thumb and forefinger grasped his circumcised penis and softly began tugging up and down. She looked up into his eyes with a huge, gleaming smile and a sparkle in her own. He looked back, seized with horror. He faked a smile and prayed for deliverance, guidance. Anything to get him out of this situation. She leaned forward and licked the tip of his penis. She giggled and smiled up at him. She licked a few times, up and down the shaft while she cradled it in her left hand. She blew softly on his scrotum. Kissed his penis. Tenderly, lovingly, she introduced her mouth to his cock. He lay there utterly mortified, his every fibre screaming with revulsion. She licked and lapped on his shaft, slowly, ever so slowly, drawing it into her mouth. Softly she sucked him, flicking her tongue on the underside of his penis. He suppressed sobs of despair and fear with all his might. After lightly sucking and caressing his flaccid member for several minutes, she released it and kissed it a few times. "Something wrong, Tiger?" she asked him as she looked up at him, gentle concern flavouring her voice. "Are you ok?" "Uh, yeah, I'm just... real tired, Glenda. Uh, why don't you let me, uh, do you?" Oh god!! Had he said that? No!! No!! "Oh, wouldja, Tiger?" she giggled. I wanted to ask ya... I, I sorta told Momma you've been eatin' me a couple times a day. I hope ya don't mind... I really wanted you ta, but... the first time was kinda... rude, ya know? I meant it when I said I wanted it to be nice-like, I really did." "I don't mind, Glenda," he assured her. She raised her nightshirt and removed her panties. Forcing himself forward, fighting his panic back, he advanced in between her thick, meaty thighs... There it was, as she spread her legs. That horrid, hairy, squishy mass of wet folds and valleys. Disgusted past conscious thought, he reached his tongue out... and made contact with her wetness. "Ooooh, yeah, Tiger," she moaned. "I've been thinkin' about this for the last two days... Ooooh... Gosh, I like you so much, Troy, you know, you're real, real cute... Oooooh... Mmmmm... That's so, so good... Ooooh... This is how I wanted it to be the first time, just like this... Ooooh, Troy.... Oooooh, Tiger, eat me... Eat my pussy..." Again he tried to turn his brain off and just service her. Fighting past the horror of the taste and smell, he lapped and lapped, forcing himself to pleasure her, focusing on her clit, trying to remember how he brought her off last time. She sighed and cooed, muttering endearments and encouragements as he suffered through a hell of noisesome and unpleasant smells, tastes, and sensations. At least she was relatively fresh from the bath this time, and not as gooey. He licked and lapped, trying to follow her reactions and get her to orgasm. He began gently sucking on her clitoral mound as this seemed to bring positive reactions from her. "Ooooh! Yes! That's wonderful, lover! Oooh, Tiger, you're so good already, I just know... Oooh... that you're gonna be... Ooooh... awesome at... Oooh... eating pussy... Oooh. Ooooh! Oooooh!! Ooooh, jeepers! Oooh, Tiger!! Ooooh yes!!! I'm gonna...!!" Sucking rhythmically, he teased her to the brink of orgasm... and over! Trembling and quivering, she sighed and moaned, grinding her pelvis in her lusty release. "Ooh, Tiger! Ooh, Tiger!" she kept repeating. He thanked the heavens that it was over. He wanted to cry. He forced his breath in and out, smooth and even. "Like that, did ya, my little... gumdrop?" he cringed. That sounded lame and contrived, even under the best light. "Oooh, Tiger, that was wonderful! Oh, my, I'm so glad you decided to sleep in my bed, and that you came here, and that... and that you... offered... oh, Tiger, I feel so happy!" She giggled gleefully. "Gumdrop?" Troy maintained his forced grin, sure that he had ruined everything with that cheesy nickname. "You say the sweetest things, Tiger! You're such a sweet, sweet boy..." She laughed and snatched him up in an exuberant bear hug. She clutched him close engulfing him in her womanhood, her body mass, until he was almost swallowed up. "Ha ha!" he forced a laugh back. "So... Gumdrop... I, uh, really want to call my mom. Would you please... please, tell me where the phone is?" ...to be continued.