5 comments/ 45413 views/ 32 favorites Cocksucker: Drag Queen By: silkstockingslover Summary: Straight man is turned into a twink and drag queen. You do not need to read the first parts to enjoy this story of a straight man who gets submerged into the drag queen world of San Francisco. (but obviously it helps). In case you are curious how this straight married man got into this predicament here is a brief summary of the first five chapters of "Cocksucker": Chapter 1: Cocksucker Chapter 2: Cocksucker Training Chapter 3: Crossdressing Chapter 4: Cum Bucket Chapter 5: Cum Slut Chris, a married straight man, is stuck at the airport when his flight is delayed and, while waiting at the bar, he is slyly seduced by a younger man. After submitting to him in a washroom stall, he must complete seven humiliating tasks to get his wedding ring back. Task one was to walk around with cum on his face until he got to his hotel room hundreds of miles away and go tell the women at the check in counter why he was late for his flight ("I was sucking cock in the bathroom"). Task two was to service a very gay hotel clerk and begin his training of being a cocksucker. He also gets his first blow job from a man. Disobeying an order from his Master also leads him to sucking an older man's cock. Task three was to go and purchase lingerie at an adult store and wear it underneath his clothes at all times. This led to a visit to a glory hole and the beginning of crossdressing. He also ends up learning the older man he sucked last night is his boss's father which complicates matters greatly. He also ends up the centerpiece of a gay sex train as he takes his first three loads in his ass...including losing his anal virginity to a she-male. Task four was to get a manicure, pedicure and full Brazilian to make him even more like a girl. Task five is for him to dress up as a girl and enter the amateur drag queen competition at a local drag queen bar. I hope you enjoy the continuing adventures of a straight married man who not only learns he is a cocksucker, but also loves a cock in the ass and obeying every man's orders. Thanks to: goamz86, Wayne, and Robert for editing this story. ***** Cocksucker: Drag Queen I was awoken by someone knocking on the door. I was confused not sure where I was as the knocking continued. Opening my eyes, I instantly remembered where I was, what I had done and what I was expected to soon do. I groggily walked to the door and opened it. Carol walked in and snapped. "About time." "Sorry, apparently I fell asleep," I yawned, realizing I was rather hungry. The last thing I had eaten was cum. "Get naked,"' she ordered. "No dinner and flowers first?" I joked. "Now, cocksucker," she demanded firmly. I winced at the name from such a pretty woman, her demeanour much harsher than when she was in the store. Yet, as had become the norm since that first submissive act in the washroom at the airport, I obeyed the orders of a relative stranger. "We are in a bit of a time crunch," she explained, all business. "Oh, okay," I nodded, feeling very uncomfortable getting naked in front of another woman, yet knowing my next task, the fifth of seven to get my ring back, was to enter a drag queen competition. Even though I had sucked a few cocks, been fucked in the ass and cross dressed (not to mention the reality my boss now knew of my twisted submissiveness), I had never been completely naked in front of a woman other than my wife (unless you counted the she-male, which I didn't). Once completely naked, I felt more vulnerable than when I was on my knees riding one cock while sucking another. She looked at my small cock and smiled, before saying, "lie down on the bed." "Why?" I asked. "Just do it," she ordered, her tone implying she was already annoyed. I again complied, feeling even more vulnerable. When she joined me on the bed a moment later, she had a razor and cream. I explained, "Master made me get a Brazilian this morning." "I know," she nodded, "just going to make sure your cock and cunt are perfectly shaved. I joked, "After what they did to me down there I'm pretty sure I look twelve." "Well at least it makes your tiny dick look a bit more respectable," she said matter-of-factly. I said nothing as she moved my flaccid cock around and inspected my balls. She only used the razor once but warned that movement of any sort could have dire repercussions. I understood immediately what she was implying and focused on not moving at all costs. When done, she ordered, "Onto your stomach." I again obeyed and she spread my ass cheeks apart. She sighed, "They never do the man-cunt." Again hearing a pretty female call it a man-cunt was humiliating, although I should have been long past humiliation. "Pull your ass cheeks apart," she ordered. Although it was incredibly awkward and uncomfortable, I obeyed another ridiculous order. And then she warned, "Hold still." I assumed that was a brilliant piece of advice and held my ass cheeks apart as she shaved the crevice of my ass. It was only a couple of minutes but it felt like an eternity for two reasons: 1. The position was awkward and I was nervous I was going to lose grip of my ass cheeks. 2. My dick had hardened and was in an incredibly awkward and slightly painful position. "Done," she declared, getting off the bed. I remained docile, my ass cheeks spread wide still, as I waited for further instructions. "Roll back over," she ordered. I was thankful to change positions, but nervous to reveal my hard-on. When I did return to my back, she laughed, "Getting your man-cunt shaved got you hard...fucking priceless." Shame continued to course through me, even though I'm not sure why after all I had done the past few days. I didn't speak as there was nothing to say to that. She ordered, after going to her bag, "Move your body down so your feet are dangling slightly at the edge of the bed." I again obeyed and watched as she knelt down and began painting my toenails bright red. I wordlessly watched as my toenails got feminized. Once she was done, she ordered, "Sit up." I did and she replicated painting my nails, this time my fingernails, in the same fire engine red. She had done three fingers when suddenly there was a knock at the door. "Stay," she ordered, as if I was a dog, even as I wondered who could possibly be knocking at the door. She walked to the door, opened it and greeted, "Hi, Flame." "Hi, sexy," a feminine voice purred. "Just in time," Carol replied. A second later, another woman walked in with a big bag and said, looking at me, "Oh, isn't she cute." I noticed the pronoun choice and awkwardly greeted, "Hi, Flame." "Oh my, you're soooooo cute," Flame purred. I didn't say anything as I realized, although it was barely distinguishable, that Flame was a man. Carol explained, "To make sure you look amazing tonight I've brought in my good friend and drag queen expert." "Oh, you flatter me, darling," Flame replied, turning to Carol. "And I love the new hairdo, sweetheart." Carol laughed, "You mean wind torn?" "Yes, it really works for you," Flame smiled, as she turned back to me. "Stand up, sexy." Being called 'sexy' after all the name calling was different. That said, I did as yet another stranger instructed. "Now let's see what we are working with," the drag queen with ridiculously large breasts said. I stood still as she walked around me as if I was for sale. She then knelt down behind me and spread my ass cheeks, before saying, "That's a very inviting cunt." "Thank you," I responded, even though the words, as usual, sounded ridiculous. "Do we have time to test it out?" Flame asked. "For sure," Carol nodded. "The little slut would love that wouldn't you?" "Yes," I whispered, ashamed at being called a 'slut' by her and yet excited by the prospect of having a cock in my ass again. Which, I suppose, in retrospect, did make me a slut. "Yes, what?" Carol asked, smiling deviously. "Yes, I'd love to have my cunt fucked," I admitted, which was true. "I bet you love having others watch as you get fucked like a bitch, don't you?" Flame purred, as she turned me towards the bed and bent me over like I was a rag doll. I'm not sure having Carol there watching me get ass-fucked really did anything for me, but it wasn't like I had a choice. So I lied. "Yes, I love being fucked like a dirty little cock whore in front of a pretty woman." As I said the words my cock hardened which made absolutely no sense. "Do you need any help, Flame?" Carol asked. Flame laughed, "All you lesbians eventually want a piece of me." "Yes, you are utterly irresistible," Carol laughed back. "I know, darling," Flame laughed, before adding, "I didn't finish getting ready or put big willy away, in anticipation of this." Moments later I felt her cock between my ass cheeks. "Let's hear you beg, Christina." My eyes went big at having my name feminized, even though Antonio had called me the same name during my first submissive orgy in this same room. Carol said, seeing my surprise, "You're being feminized, slut. You need a feminine name." Strangely that made sense and I, feeling her cock teasing my asshole, begged, wanting it in me, "Please, Flame, fuck my tight cunt with your big willy." She pushed forward and slid her cock inside me. Without any lube, an instant burn coursed through me. I grimaced, but tried to relax knowing the pleasure that was definitely going to soon replace the uncomfortable burn. "You ready to be the star attraction tonight, Christina?" Flame asked, as her cock filled my cunt. In truth the answer was no, I was utterly petrified and completely uncomfortable with the whole concept. So I admitted, as I felt her body meet mine implying she was all in, "Truthfully, I'm very nervous about the whole ordeal." "It's okay, Christina," she said tenderly, which seemed strange with her cock buried in my back door, as she gently caressed my back, so different than the usual - being used like a fuck toy (I'm not sure which I liked better, for the record), "that is why we create your new persona, Christina. Once you are dressed as the beautiful, vivacious, voluptuous Christina, Chris ceases to exist." "Oh," was all I could muster, even though that somehow made it better. "Trust me, once we have created your alter ego, you will immerse yourself in that character and become her," she continued, as she began slowly fucking me. "Okay," I whimpered, as I got used to the slow fucking. Carol said out of the blue, "Say cheese." I saw the flash before I could react. I pleaded, "Please, no." "Master made it clear that I was to create a photo journal of the entire evening, Christina," she informed me as she took another photo. "Oh," again was all I could muster as I sank deeper and deeper into the sexual perversion of being submissive to a 'woman' I had met less than an hour ago. "You do want your ring back, don't you?" She asked. 'The ring,' I thought to myself. That was what started this crazy journey from straight to gay in a matter of minutes. "Yes," I admitted, which was true, I definitely wanted my ring back. I loved my wife and sure didn't want her to know about any of this or that I had 'lost' my wedding ring. "Then be a good obedient bitch," she ordered. "Yes, ma'am," I nodded, as the pain in my ass began to fade and was replaced by a subtle slow building pleasure. "Don't you mean Mistress?" She asked, coldly. "Sorry, yes Mistress," I corrected, even though the term didn't seem right for her. "Stop tormenting our little girl," Flame scolded. "We need her nice and relaxed for tonight." "Says the slut banging his ass," Carol countered. "Touché," she laughed, "but it's all a part of the preparation." "Yes, pounding his cunt will definitely help with his performance tonight," Carol smirked sarcastically. "Trust me, it will," Flame smirked, her tone implying something I didn't understand. For a couple of minutes, other than the odd flash as another photo was taken of me being sodomized by a drag queen, there was only the breathing of two in the throes of sex. The pain was completely gone and all I felt now was pleasure, my erect penis pressed awkwardly against the bed and wishing to be free. "Christ, you have a great cunt, Christina," Flame complimented as she began fucking me harder, my body thrusting into the bed with each forward deep penetration. "Thank yooooou," I absurdly replied, wondering what I would have said a week ago if someone had said that to me. "I'm going to cum soon, baby," she groaned. "Okayyyy," I whimpered, wondering if she was going to fill my cunt with her cum. Then I slightly laughed at myself for calling my ass a cunt. "When I pull out, I want you to drop to your knees and get ready for a facial," Flame instructed. "Okay," I again agreed, feeling a slight feeling of disappointment at not having her shoot her load inside my pussy. 'Shit, now I called it a pussy,' I sighed to myself, amazed at how quickly I had transformed from straight to whatever I was now. She really began drilling me for about another minute before she pulled out. I immediately spun around, dropped to my knees and prepared for the facial I was about to receive. Carol roared, "Fuck, the bitch is the most submissive slut I've ever seen." Flame stroked her cock and in seconds my face was coated with her warm sticky cum. I indeed felt slutty and yet undeniably turned on as my cock saluted the drag queen who had just fucked my cunt and coated my face. "Now, rub my cum all over your face," Flame instructed. "Really?" I asked. "Yes, it's the best moisturizer in the world," she nodded. Reluctantly I obeyed, rubbing the sticky cum all over my face. Carol quipped, "Fuck, I wish I could find a female bitch who was so obedient." Flame laughed, and sang, "Somewhere over the rainbow." "Bitch," Carol laughed back. "Speaking of bitches, where is Paula?" I listened to the strange conversation as I finished rubbing cum all over my face. "Bitches, they're always late," Carol quipped playfully. As if on call, there was a knock at the door as I wondered who Paula was. Carol went to the door and greeted, "You're late." "Sorry, traffic was a bitch," a male voice answered. "Says the bitch," Flame quipped. "Right back at ya, Mistress," the male voice replied as he turned the corner. I was staring at a very normal looking man, who looked a lot like me, although he was carrying a duffle bag which I assumed included his own cross-dressing attire. The man walked to Flame and they kissed briefly, but passionately. When Flame broke the kiss, she asked "Ready to milk a rookie?" "Always," he said, looking at me. "And he's already hard." I suddenly realized they expected me to get sucked by him or fuck him. I protested, as he began getting undressed, "I, um, don't want to be milked." Flame said, "Trust me, you do." "I can't," I shook my head. As absurd as it was I felt that this would be cheating, even though I had sucked and been fucked by a few cocks, I had not fucked anyone...remaining loyal to my wife, in that regard at least...even though I had already let Oliver suck me to completion during my first night here. Flame, apparently able to read minds, asked, "Is this because of your wife?" "Yes," I nodded. "And you feel that getting sucked or fucking someone else is cheating?" She asked, sincerely. Carol scoffed, "That's where the line is?" I felt ashamed and guilty. Obviously she was right, I had undeniably cheated on my wife. Flame continued, "You see you need to be completely spent before we get you in costume. As a rookie, you need to be able to not get a hard-on." "Can't I jerk off?" I asked, before adding, looking at a now naked Paul, "No offence." He shrugged, "I understand." Flame explained, "You can, yes. But a full milking is a lot more effective at draining you completely." "Oh," I said, unsure what to do next. Carol said, "The phone is for you." I looked at her surprised, "I called him when you began being a bitch," she explained. She handed me the phone and I said, nervously, "Hello." "Hi, cocksucker, or is bottom now a better name?" He asked. "I don't know," I answered. "So, Carol tells me you are not being obedient," he began. "I, um, just don't want to cheat like this," I tried to explain. He laughed, "You're a cheater, Chris, whether you get sucked by another queer or not is irrelevant." "But..." I began but was cut off. "You do as you're told," he said firmly. "Is that clear?" "Yes," I whispered. "Continue to be a good bitch and your beautiful wife will never know of your many transgressions," he said. "Yes, Master," I replied, feeling defeated. "Now go get sucked or fuck him, my faggot," he ordered, and immediately hung up. I handed Carol the phone as Flame said, "Ready for the best milking of your life?" I nodded, unable to say the words. "Milk away, Paula," Flame ordered. "Yes, Mistress," he said, getting on all fours on the bed. Flame ordered, "Now fuck his cunt." I nervously moved behind him, my hard cock a lot more excited about what I was about to do than I was, and placed my cock at his ass. I paused. "Just slide your cock in her cunt," Flame ordered, referring to him as a her. Deciding now was not likely the time to question all the sins I had committed, I leaned forward and watched my cock disappear in her cunt. "Now pound the bitch," Flame ordered. I couldn't believe how tight she was and yet as I began pumping my cock I could feel her somehow tightening her ass cheeks. "Fuuuuck," I groaned. "No one can milk a cock like Paula here," Flame said, before adding, "she too was straight as an arrow before getting immersed in the drag queen lifestyle." I could see the parallels between the two of us. In less than a minute, I suddenly felt my balls boil and I shot my load in her cunt. "Shiiiiiiiiiit," I grunted, embarrassed at coming so quickly. Carol laughed, "You must get your wife off really well with that stamina." Her tightness kept milking my cock until every last drop of cum was drawn out of me. As I pulled out and collapsed back on my bed, I watched in surprised awe as Paula turned around, moved between my legs and took my dick in her mouth. I involuntarily moaned, the sensation of a mouth on my cock feeling incredibly good. I don't know what he was doing exactly but it was easily the best blow job ever. It was like my cock was in a sauna. "Oh God," I groaned even though I had just come. Flame explained, "We need to get two loads out of you so your dick is limp and useless all night." "Really?" I asked, not sure such a thing was possible so quickly. "Yep," Flame nodded. "Fuck," Carol said, climbing on the bed naked from the waist down and said, "Watching you two got me hot." She straddled my face, lowered her cunt and ordered, "Get licking, bitch." Again I felt guilty licking another woman's cunt but obeyed, although I had little choice with her sitting on my face. For what seemed like an eternity, but was likely only ten minutes, I lay on my back getting slowly sucked while simultaneously licking pussy. The whole time I shut off my brain and focused on the tasks at hand. Cocksucker: Drag Queen Suddenly, Carol began grinding her wet cunt on my face and a minute later I felt my face coated with her cum. I wondered, oddly, if pussy cum worked the same for the complexion as semen. Meanwhile, Paula's mouth was amazing. It was easily the best blow job I had ever received. She seemed to somehow create a vacuum-like suction the longer she sucked, while somehow simultaneously creating a whirlwind of wetness. And for the first time in years, I was about to come a second time in twenty minutes. "Oh God," I groaned, "I'm about to come again." This made her bob faster, deep-throating my cock completely and in only a few more bobs she was milking my cock of a second straight load. "Shiiiiit," I groaned, as intense pleasure pulsed through my cock. "I told you she has the greatest mouth around," Flame smiled, as I lay there completely spent. "I couldn't disagree," I weakly said. "Now roll onto your stomach," Flame ordered. I obeyed, wondering if I was going to get ass-fucked again. I felt lube on my ass and then a warning, "This may hurt a bit at first." Before I could respond I felt something wide shoved in me. "Holy fuck," I yelped, in pain. "Just relax," Flame calmly said, "eventually you'll get used to it." I wasn't sure that was possible as whatever she shoved up me was bigger than any cock I had taken. After a couple of minutes, the sharp pain just beginning to fade, Flame ordered, "Stand up, Christina." I awkwardly moved off the bed, concentrating on not allowing my ass to make contact with anything. "Do you need to go pee?" She asked. Realizing I indeed did, I nodded, "Like a racehorse." "Then go, because you won't be able to for a few hours," she revealed. I went to walk and winced, the plug in my ass making me walk standing straight up. "The plug will make you walk like a lady," she called out as I reached the washroom. As I was peeing, I replayed the week. It was crazy to think about all I had done and was about to do. I won't get into details of the next hour and a half, yes hour and a half. I had my penis taped in a way it should never be taped, I had panties put on, a strange breast contraption thing, black pantyhose, a red dress, five inch heels, a blonde wig, and a lot of make-up. I wasn't allowed to look at myself in the mirror until I was done. When finally finished, Carol nodded, "Wow, you're a hotter female than I am." Paula nodded, "This is your Mona Lisa." Flame looked me over. "Yep, she is perfection." Carol ordered, "Pose, princess." I did, feeling sexy in my new look, even though I hadn't seen myself yet. "Blow me a kiss," she instructed. I did. "May I look in the mirror?" I asked, once my brief photo shoot was done. "Go ahead," Flame nodded. I walked, almost fell over; I had forgotten the plug was lodged in my ass and it shifted, making me yelp. "Careful, honey," Flame said. "I'm not used to the heels," I admitted. "Thus the plug," Flame explained, "it forces you to stand upright." "That it does," I nodded, the sharp pain a reminder to walk like a woman. I slowly walked to the mirror and when I saw myself I gasped. I didn't recognize me. I looked voluptuous. I looked sexy. I looked completely feminine. I looked utterly fuckable. 'Did I just think I'd fuck myself?' "Now you need to practice the walk," Flame declared. I spent half an hour strutting back and forth, spinning around a bit and wiggling my assets, as Flame called them, "Paula", she said, "Time to leave." "I wish we had a couple more hours," Flame sighed. "Yes, her dance number needs work," Paula nodded. "But her talent will be impressive," Carol interjected. "My talent?" I asked. "Cock sucking," she answered matter of factly. "What?" I gasped. "We've got to go now," Flame said. "I'm the MC." I followed, wondering if Carol was expecting me to suck cock on stage. A taxi ride later and I was walking into my first ever drag club. Flame said, "Paula, take Christina to the back." "Yes, Mistress," Paula nodded and I followed her through the very crowded bar, getting my ass grabbed twice along the way. Once in the back room, there were five drag queens already there. Not to brag, but I felt that I was easily the sexiest and prettiest of the bunch. Paula said, "We will be starting right away." "Okay," I nodded, with my identity covered in the outfit and make-up, I wasn't really nervous. I grabbed a glass to get a drink of water and another drag queen said, "Don't do that darling, you'll wreck your lipstick." Although dying of thirst, as the outfit was heavy and made me sweat and the back room was a fucking sauna, I reluctantly put the glass back. Suddenly, I heard Flame's voice. "Good evening ladies and gentlemen, do we have a delicious show for you...it's amateur survivor night." The crowd went wild as I wondered what she meant by the word 'survivor'. She then introduced each of us, me going last. She said, "And last, but certainly not least is a very first time performer, Christina." As I walked out, almost falling on my first step, I was greeted with loud cheers, cattle calls and whistles. I felt like a celebrity. I did an awkward wave and then, feeling sexy, blew a kiss to the clearly gay boys up front. "I think our Christina is a bit of a diva," Flame declared, which for some reason got more cheers and cat calls. Eventually, Flame announced, "Round 1-dancing." Again, the crowd roared. Apparently, this group was easily impressed. Each of us had to dance for one song. I went last and went to Aerosmith's 'Dude Looks Like a Lady.' Each girl before me was pretty good, and one was amazing. I was pretty sure I was going to lose. As I started dancing, and heard the cheers from the crowd, I became Beyonce. I shook my booty, I strutted with confidence and I flirted like hell. I forgot I was a man, I forgot I had a penis, as I became Christina...just like Flame had predicted. The louder the cheers got, and the naughtier the cat calls, the more I wanted to please. I was in a zone and was disappointed when the song finally came to an end. The loud roar from the crowd implied they enjoyed my performance and although maybe I'm biased it seemed I got the loudest applause. Flame came on stage and said, "That was so sexy she lit my Flame." This got huge laughter from the crowd. "Unfortunately, it's time to say goodbye to two of our contestants as only four can advance to the second round," she began. "So judges, please tell us the scores for each of our performers." A flamboyant black man came on stage and read the scores. "Star 43.2, Kiss 39.3, Jazz 43.9, Sarah Sue 41.4, Kim Kim 39.1 and Christine 47.8." I couldn't believe it, not only had I won, I had really won. I felt a rush go through me at my victory, not one to usually win anything. "Sorry Kiss, sorry Kim Kim but you're done for tonight," Flame said. After a pause she continued, "but there are still four contestants left and we will go directly to round two. Diva trivia." My eyes went big. I was new to this world, and knew little about it. "I will ask a question and each of you will choose A, B, C, or D," Flame explained and asked, "Are you ready?" We all agreed as we sat on stools and were given big cubes with A-D, the other two spots had a drag queen sucking cock, and a drag queen taking it from behind. I had to laugh. "Question one," Flame began. "What year did the lovely Judy Garland's Wizard of Oz come out in theatres?" Oddly, I knew this for some reason. "Is it a-1925 b-1939 c-1944 d-1958?" Flame asked. I quickly turned to 'b'. "Of course, the answer is 'b'," Flame announced. I had no idea how the others answered, as Flame went to the next question. "Question two. What band did Boy George play for?" I knew this answer too. "Is it a-Wham! b-Blur c-Duran Duran d-Culture Club?" Flame questioned. I flipped to 'd', pretty happy with the first two questions. Although I had no idea what competitions would follow, I didn't want to lose. "The answer is Culture Club," Flame revealed, "and, by the way, they are back together." The crowd cheered at the news, as I pondered to myself wasn't he dead? Apparently not. "Question three. Which of the following actors is not gay. a-Neil Patrick Harris b-Rupert Everett c-Johnny Depp d-Sean Hayes," Flame continued. I didn't know who Sean Hayes was, but I was pretty sure Johnny Depp was straight so I turned to 'c'. "Of course the answer is 'c', although most of us wish Johnny would cross over to our side," Flame announced getting cheers. She then added, glancing back at me, "Once you do, you never go back," "Question four. Which of the following singers is not gay. a-Ricky Martin b-Adam Levine c-Elton John d-George Michael," she listed. I knew Elton John and George Michael were gay, but the other two I had no idea. I vaguely recalled Adam Levine dating a supermodel so I choose him. "And although we are pretty sure he would look great with a cock in his mouth, Adam is sadly straight," Flame declared. "Number five, in a recent survey of gay men, what song is the greatest tribute to them? Is it, a-YMCA b-Dancing Queen c-It's Raining Men d-I Will Survive," Flame declared. I shook my head. All four of those seemed like logical choices. I chose 'YMCA' first and then at the last second switched to 'I Will Survive'. Unfortunately they were both wrong. Flame announced, echoing my thinking, "All four are great gay anthems of course, but the number one choice was 'Dancing Queen'." "Question six, how many colours were on the original Rainbow Flag? a-4 b-6 c-8 d-10," Flame questioned. I had no idea. So I picked four because 'a' hadn't been the correct answer yet. Unfortunately, I was wrong. "The answer was eight, unlike the six it currently is," Flame revealed that I was wrong again. "Question number seven, what does the orange colour in the Rainbow Flag stand for? a-healing b-sexuality c-nature d-spirit," Flame questioned. I again had no clue. Each sounding logical. Honestly, I had no idea what colours the flag even had. After some contemplation I chose a, because it still hadn't been the correct answer. "The answer is 'a', healing," Flame revealed, meaning I finally guessed correctly. Flame continued, "Question eight, which country first allowed same sex marriage? a-Netherlands b-Canada c-Belgium d-Russia." I again had no clue, but knowing that Canada had the charter of rights and freedoms, I guessed 'b'. I was again wrong and I cursed myself when Flamed announced, "Although three of these countries have, it was Netherlands that was the first." I sighed, 'Amsterdam', of course. "Only two questions left," Flame announced. "What invention did Allen Gant Jr invent in 1959?" Flame asked. "Was it, a-Mini skirt b-Lace bra c-Pantyhose d-Cock ring." I again had no idea, but guessed pantyhose for the sheer reason that I had a pantyhose fetish. To my surprise I was right. "The answer is pantyhose," Flame announced. I now had seven of nine right which I thought was pretty good. "The last question. Sticking with pantyhose, which celebrity is getting credit for the return of nude pantyhose popularity? Is it, a-Katy Perry b-Taylor Swift c-Kate Middleton d-Hilary Clinton," Flame questioned. I pondered this one. I figured if I got it right I would likely advance. Yet, I really had no clue. After changing my answer twice, I finally went with Taylor Swift recalling her in nylons at some awards show. Flame revealed, "And it's the Duchess of York, of course, who wears them every day." I sighed, now I really wasn't sure if I had done enough to advance. "Coming in first getting all ten correct is Star and coming in second with eight is Sarah Sue, both will advance to round three. So either Christina or Jazz will have their Flame extinguished," she declared, laughing at the very bad pun based on her name. "Leaving the stage and coming in last is...Jazz," Flame revealed, meaning I was still alive. I felt a rush of adrenaline at still being in the competition, even if barely. "So Christina, you squeaked by and now advance to the third round," Flame said. I gave a small bow as Flame declared, "Now the game gets fun." The crowd roared. I felt both excited and nervous about what the next challenge may be. Flame continued, "If I can have my volunteers come up here now." I watched as nine men with looks ranging from flamboyantly gay to mafia hit man came on stage. Three men lined up in front of each of us and I knew without Flame announcing it what the next task was and I hoped I was right. In front of me was a large, chubby black man, a skinny white guy who dripped gay and a middle aged man who looked like he was a CEO for some big company. "Our most popular challenge, speed cock sucking. The rule is simple whichever two of our sluts swallow three loads first advance to the final," Flame said. Yep, I was right. "On your knees, get set and blow," Flame declared, again laughing at her own joke. Realizing the contest was under way, I quickly fished out the black guy's cock and was disappointed to learn that not all black guys are hung like horses. He was smaller than me, which made it easy to take all his cock in my mouth. I bobbed hungrily, hoping that deep throating his small cock would get him off quickly. I also created extra saliva like Paula had done to me in hopes of giving him the pleasure that would get him off. I was rewarded for my eagerness when he grunted and came in my mouth. As soon as he was done and moved out of the way, the next guy moved up and I eagerly fished out his cock, likely looking like the cock hungry slut I had become. Flame announced, "Christina is on to dick two." That meant I was in the lead, which excited me. The white gay guy had a much bigger cock, and I took it in my mouth and began bobbing. Flame announced, "Both Star and Sarah Sue are also on to pecker two, it's going to be a race to the finish." I sighed, realizing my lead was short and everything would depend on the stamina of the guys in front of us. I replicated the extra saliva that seemed to work so well as I continued furiously bobbing on the kid's long dick. "All three are bobbing like the cock sluts they are,"' Flame narrated. "That's it bitch, keep it up and I'll reward you with a full day's worth of cum,"' the guy said, his voice so high it confirmed my suspicions. I did, hoping that meant he was close. Unfortunately, Flame announced, "Sarah Sue is going for snake number three." This redoubled my efforts to get this load and I tried taking all his cock in. "Close, bitch," he said in his high pitched voice and seconds later I felt a second load slide down my throat. As soon as he was done, I moved around him, and like a hungry cock slut, went to my third guy, fished out his small, but incredibly thick dick, and deep-throated it. "Christina is on her third cock and looks like she is determined to make the final," Flame announced. The cock grew quickly in my mouth and although his thickness stretched my mouth, I could easily deep throat him. I bobbed hungrily, determined to finish first, or at the very least second. Even though I had no idea what the final entailed. "And Sue is also on to dick three. It will be a race to the finish. And the last load must be coated on your face for dramatic effect." I wanted to joke about my makeup being ruined, but a mouthful of cock and a determination to win prevented me. I began to panic when Flame announced, "and Sarah Sue is about to get her face painted." I needed to make him cum. I needed to win. I bobbed hungrily praying he was going to pull out at any second. It felt like eternity but was likely no more than a couple of excruciating minutes of uncertainty before he pulled out and immediately began coating my face with cum. I felt a rush of adrenaline course through me as if I had just scored the winning goal in a hockey game...which was absurd and yet true. Flame immediately announced "and we have our second finalist in Christina." My face coated with hot cum, I looked over to see Star still bobbing away. "So the final tonight will be between Sarah Sue and Christine," Flame announced, just as Star got her face coated in cum. "Quite the trooper, our Star is," Flame added, which got a round of applause. I was very curious what the final challenge would be. My first thought was I was somehow, someway getting fucked. It really seemed to be the only thing left. And my hunger for cock, mixed with my desire to win, had me willing to do whatever was requested. "The finale is called, 'The More the Merrier'," Flame announced. I was curious and expecting more cock. "You have twenty minutes to get as many guys off as you can," she explained. My restricted cock flinched with excitement at the idea of being a complete cock slut. "Of course," Flame smiled looking at both of us, "there is a catch." I asked, "What is it?" "The guys are completely helpless," she revealed. "Aren't they always," My competitor joked, which got laughter from the crowd. Flame agreed, "That can be true. But in this final competition, the key is you do all the work." "Again, I see no difference," Sarah Sue quipped. Flame shook her head, "you're soooo bad. But let me clarify, "They won't pull out their cocks, nor will they fuck you, you fuck them." After a pause, she added, "The entire bar is your playground. Do you understand the rules?" "Yes," both of us said, even as I scanned the crowd for a group I could focus on. "On your marks...get set...blow," Flame declared. I laughed as I walked off the stage and to a group of three nerdy looking guys. Reaching them, I asked, "Do you guys want to play?" "Sure thing," one nodded. I pondered the most efficient way to do this and realized sucking and hand jobs was likely the best way. I fished out all three cocks, took the one in the middle that was almost completely erect in my mouth, while I simultaneously stroked the other two. Knowing that hands jobs seldom do the trick on their own, I took turns sucking each of their cocks. I really had no idea how long I was pleasing the three, likely about five minutes, but it felt like an eternity before I could tell one was near eruption. I bobbed hungrily on his cock and in only a few seconds felt his cum slide down my throat. Deciding, with only two cocks, to use both my holes, I stood up, positioned one on his knees and the other standing in front of me as I got on all fours, lifted up my skirt and moved my ass back. It was awkward, but I managed to back up on his cock and take it in my already well fucked man cunt. I also then leaned forward and took the other stiff cock in my mouth. I began rocking back and forth, taking one deep in my cunt and the other deep in my mouth. As soon as I got in a constant rhythm I heard their breathing increase and felt cum slide down my throat while seconds later I also felt cum shoot in my cunt. I milked for a few seconds, it was the slut thing to do, and then crawled to the closest guy to me and fished his cock out. It was huge. Ten inches at least. "Take it in your ass, slut," he ordered. "Yes, Master," I nodded, turning around, even though I knew it would tear me apart. I asked, "Someone come and give me their cock," as I leaned back and slowly pushed the massive cock in my cunt. Cocksucker: Drag Queen "Ooooooh," I groaned, his cock making me burn. Jazz, another of the drag queens, moved in front of me and I asked, through gritted teeth, "Can you give me a moment?" She laughed, "Sure, slut." "Ooooooooooh, God," I whimpered, as all ten inches filled me. Once all in, my ass on fire, "I fished out, with a lot of work, Jazz's rather small cock, and took it in my mouth. I replicated the double pleasure rocking horse motion and although my ass burned for most of it, I got into a good rhythm and began to really enjoy the big dick in my cunt. Jazz didn't take long, and I felt her load shoot in my mouth. As soon as she slid out, I began bouncing back on the big dick, wanting to get him off. "Faster, slut," he ordered. And I obeyed, riding his cock as fast as I could, my moans loud. He warned a minute later, "Here it comes, slut," and I felt a second load fill my cunt. As soon as he was done, I stood up, feeling cum leaking out of me. I looked around and a guy in a suit asked, "Want another cock?" "Yessss," I nodded, going to him and fishing out his cock. "Two minutes left," Flame declared. Wanting one more load I bobbed furiously on his cock. "Oh yes," he groaned. "One minute," Flame announced. I continued my hungry bobbing. "Thirty seconds." I couldn't do any more than keep bobbing like the cum hungry slut I was. "Ten seconds." He pulled out and immediately I felt his cum hit me in the face. Flame laughed, "Just before the bell." "Well, it wasn't even close, milking six loads in twenty minutes, three more than her competitor, is Christina." My cunt leaking with cum, my face dripping with cum, I stood up off my weary knees and blew Flame a kiss. "Get up here, slut," she said. On stage, I was given a gold crown. Flame kissed both my cheeks and whispered, "Your Master would be proud." "Thanks," I nodded, suddenly completely exhausted. Carol walked over and handed me her phone. "That was very impressive," Master Gary said. "Thank you," I whispered. "The live feed was very enjoyable," he revealed. "L-l-live feed?" I stammered. "Yep," he said. "Over a hundred thousand people watched it." "No way," I said, in utter shock. "Don't worry, I also made sure to get it on video," he said. "Oh," was all I could say. "Have you ever joined the mile high club?" he asked. "No," I admitted. Task six is to blow someone on the plane," he said. "Oh," again all I could say back. "Also, you must wear nylons underneath your business suit tomorrow and heels and you cannot take them off until you are in your bedroom at home," he added. "Really?" I asked. "Actually, task seven is a lot more intriguing, but I'll save that until you get home, cocksucker," he said. "Yes, Master," I agreed, before adding, "and then I'll get my ring back?" "I'm a man of my word, cocksucker," he said. "Enjoy the rest of your night." "I will," I said, handing Carol back the phone. The rest of the night I danced, got pretty drunk, blew a black guy in the washroom, and ended up taking three college guys back to my hotel room for a crazy orgy where I took a few more loads, shot one myself in a black guy, and finished the night so drunk and submissive that I drank one guy's piss while simultaneously being fisted...it wasn't appealing at all, but I had come to the point where I was willing to do anything for cock. I woke up the next day my ass burning, my head thumping and my phone ringing. Answering it, I said, "Hello?" "Hi, baby," my wife greeted, "how was your last night in San Fran?" Last night coming flooding back, I answered, "It was a once in a lifetime experience." "How so?" she asked. "I went to a drag queen show," I answered honestly. "Did you get hit on?" she teased. "More than once," I again answered the truth. "I better be careful or you'll turn into a faggot," she joked. "Yes, I'll become a complete drag queen," I joked back, finding the conversation completely surreal. "I bet you would look great as a girl," she teased. "That's what all the boys I fucked last night said," I bluntly said. "Well, maybe I'll have to fuck you when you get home today," she quipped. "I'll be your bitch," I replied, the idea of her fucking me suddenly a hot possibility. "You've always been my bitch," she shot back. "Ouch," I laughed. "So I'll see you in a few hours," she said. "I can't wait," I said, which was true. "Me either," she said back. "Love you," I said, knowing that this surreal past few days was almost done and my life would likely get back to normal when I fulfilled two more tasks. "Love you too," she replied. Once she hung up, I got up, pondering my next task and the attire he expected me to wear. I sighed, knowing that I would get a ton of looks wearing a suit and heels. Yet, I also knew I was going to obey the order. The trickier part was sucking a stranger on the plane. I mean even after all the crazy success I'd had finding cock, this was going to be a challenge. Yet, oddly, I couldn't deny that I was also excited about trying to accomplish the task...I had without a doubt become a cocksucker and I wasn't sure how I was going to be able to quit cold turkey once I returned home. Of course, I would learn very soon that Master Garry had bigger plans yet for me... But that will have to wait for the exciting conclusion of COCKSUCKER...Master & Mistress The End... Well...for a day or two!