Endangered Species Chapter 19
"Can we use you camcorder again? I want to be like, tied-up again." I blushed a bit, still finding it a bit embarrassing to tell people about what turned me on.
I explained my fantasy to Rob, that I had been left on guard but fell asleep. A sneaky enemy snuck up and grabbed me, he only got to do his cos I was asleep as there was no way I would have been beaten in a fight. He tied me up and gagged me and took me off to be a slave. Of course I got free and won in the end, but the idea of being all tied up got me excited.
"Don't mind if you wanna do it tomoz though," I shrugged as if I wasn't really that bothered, trying to look cool and indifferent.
"Sure," I agreed, trying to work out how I could blend the two ideas together. I'd got him to get it into his head that he was very much a boy, adventure and sensible pain didn't bother him at all. He'd taken four swishes of the cane when I'd thought three would be over-doing it, he loved rough-house stuff and his idea of play fights were far from gentle.
But boys are a mixture, real hard boy, and soft not-quite boy, and that's one of the things that makes them so delicious.
Dylan kissed better than any girl could dream of kissing, and, to be blatant and crude about it, he was a better fuck as well than any girl could ever be. But the girly bit was in there - young adolescent boys are not sexually fixed, and that too, makes them wonderful in bed. I wanted Dylan to explore that 'other' side before he grew out of it.
Perhaps, if he was once again a slave, he might be bought by a man who liked his boys to be a bit girly? It could work.
"Let's go for it," I agreed, "Be a good half hour before the pizza arrives. Want to get started or rest till after food?"
"Yeah I'm well up for it," any pretence of being cool and indifferent disappeared. I was still wearing the armour so got back down on the faux fur throw as Rob set up the camera.
"Like shall I start?" I was obviously excited and keen, desperate to live out my fantasy for real.
"Go ahead," I said nonchalantly, "Cam's set up."
I sat still for a moment then looked up as if I had just seen the camera.
"I'm Eros," I told it, smiling as I tried not to giggle, "I'm a solder boy in Ancient Greece. I'm one of the best fighters, but tonight they have put me on guard duty."I pulled a face as if this was boring and I didn't want to do it, before stretching my arms and yawning.
"But I'm really tired and want to sleep, maybe I'll lay down and close my eyes."
Pretending to be really tired I put my shield down and lay on it like I had before.
"I'll keep my sword right here so I'm ready," I tried to sound sleepy, laying still for a moment then pretending to snore.
I waited a moment and then crept across the room, a thief in the night, except that I wasn't a thief, I was an enemy. "I should be spying out the Athenian strength," I hissed to the cam, "But now I have other plans. They are foolish, and put a tired boy on guard, a boy who sleeps instead of watching. I could kill him now, slit his throat, but that would be a waste of a boy. Instead of killing him I shall take him prisoner, make him my slave. Boys make good slaves." I grinned evilly and crept closer.
I suppressed a giggle at Rob's speech, he was playing along exactly as I had imagined it.
I could hear him moving closer and just before he was on top of me I opened me eyes, trying to look half asleep.
"Hey, who are you?" I tried to sound sleepy and confused, imaging that I had just been woken up after a short nap. Clumsily I tried to grab for my sword , trying to act as if I was still half asleep and confused by what was happening.
"I think not, little one," I hissed easing the boy's sword out of his reach and then picking it up myself. "What do the Athenians do with boys who sleep when they should be guarding? My people kill them, kill them slowly, very slowly, cutting off little bit after little bit. Shall I cut off your little bit, Athenian boy?"
I put a foot on his chest, not hard as I didn't want to hurt him, but I hoped he'd play along, and lifted up his kilt with the tip of the sword. "Cut off that little bit?" I asked with an evil leer, "Or might it be that there is a different use I could make of it?"
I whimpered and struggled a bit as if trying to get free from the foot.
"Give me back the sword and I'll make you sorry," I tried to give a little snarl and sound scary though knew Rob held all the cards.
Looking over at the camera I spoke directly to it. "If I yell he might kill me but I have to warn all my friends," I was trying to sound like a brave hero in one of Rob's stories but also wanted him to cover my mouth so it felt like a real capture.
Looking back up I scowled at Rob before filling my lungs, "Help!" I didn't exactly yell it, after all being rescued was the last thing I really wanted.
"You whimper like a girl," I sneered, "But are not Athenian boys no better than girls? But your whimpers annoy me," I said and shoved a bit of balled-up cloth in his mouth, too much for him to spit out. "Stand, girl-boy," I ordered, holding the point of, the sword close to his throat, "You I will take with me to add to my collection of slave boys."
"Mmmppphh", I made a noise into the gag which was surprisingly effective at keeping me quiet.
Looking sulky I got off the floor and stood up, Rob had the point of the sword at my throat so I had no option but to obey.
"A boy," I sneered, "Could give his word of honour that he will not try to run, but what honour is there in girl-boys?"
Of course, any self-respecting slave boy hunter carries enough rope with him to tie up his catch, and I made a loop in the rope I had, popping it over his head and pulling it tight enough to be a bit uncomfortable. The trailing bit I tied his wrists together with and led him off on a march around the room a few times so he could get the idea that he really was a captive.
I moaned into the gag as the loop was pulled tight around my neck. Rob was being a bit rougher now and I found that scarily exciting. My wrists were bound next, Rob tying them behind my back with more of the length of rope around my neck, and as he tugged on the leash and made me walk I realised any attempts to struggle free made the rope round my neck tighten uncomfortably. The only way to stop that happening was by following where Rob wanted me to go and my cock twitched a bit as I realised he was forcing me to obey him.
Rob marched me round the room several times, tugging on the rope when I fell too much behind or didn't follow exactly where he wanted. The gag was still stuffed in my mouth forcing me to breathe through my nose, and by the time we stopped I was thinking of myself as a captive and feeling more than a little scared.
"My tent, girl-boy," I said when I finished marching Eros, as he still was, around the room. "Phallus!" I shouted, as though calling a slave, "get your worthless body here!"
"Yes, master," I grovelled, attempting a straight face in the role of a slave called 'Phallus'.
"This worthless Athenian girl-boy excuse for a boy I took from their camp. Use your skills and see if you can make his worthless flesh fit for my bed. If the task is too great, slit its throat and feed it to the pigs."
I whined into the gag, struggling in my bonds a bit.
As 'Phallus' I pushed Eros into a chair and walked round him, examining him. "Nice flesh," I muttered, "I think we can do something with you. But not to worry," I smiled at the boy, "If the task is too great I will fuck you myself before I slit your throat."
I pulled the gag out of Eros' mouth, "Open wide, girl-boy," I ordered, "We must see if your mouth is wide enough to take the Master's cock.
I kept on emphasising the 'girl-boy', wondering how he would react when he could speak again.
"I'm a boy," I coughed a bit as the gag was removed and scowled at Rob. "You wouldn't insult me if I had my sword," I tried to sound sulky as if being called a girly-boy had annoyed me.
Reluctantly I opened my mouth as wide as it would go.
"Oh, yes, very nice," I said when Eros opened his mouth wide, "The Master's cock will like being in there. And no need to be silly," I dismissed his 'I'm a boy' claim, "You're an Athenian, aren't you? Everyone knows Athenian boys make wonderful girls."
I fussed around, undoing his bonds, but the tying his wrists together again.
"Now, let's see if we can do anything with you. You might have quite a pretty face under all that silly paint."
I whimpered as I was untied but quickly re-tied, clearly I wasn't going to be allowed to escape.
"Not a girly-boy," Rob was cleaning the make-up off my face and I tried to sound surly, scowling at him as he did so. Underneath however I was quite excited. What did he mean by saying he would make me a girl? The idea of being forced to be all girly was quite exciting.
Obviously I would have to be forced to do it and would have no choice, as obviously I was a tough hard boy who wasn't scared of anything. But if I was all tied up and made to be girly, well I wouldn't be able to do anything would I?
It was amusing washing the paint off Dylan's face, he probably felt as though he was seven again and his mother was scrubbing off the day's dirt.
"Nothing to worry about," I lisped, "The Master quite likes his boys all girly. Not like that silly Spartan boy we had once who tried to bite the Master's cock when it was in his mouth. I really wouldn't think of doing that, if I was you," I warned as though being serious, "The Master wasn't at all pleased. I can't remember exactly how many days it took for that boy to die. No, tell a lie, it was three. He only lasted a day once his skin was off and the ants found him."
I did another walk around, and said, "Now, let's see what we can do with that hair of yours. Can't have it all curled up like a boy, can we."
I whimpered as my face was scrubbed clean. Rob was a bit rough with the flannel, pushing my face from side to side and seemingly not caring how I felt. That made the idea of being captured seem real and I whined a bit as he started, none too gently, brushing my hair.
"Please, my father is a rich man. He would pay you to get me back?" I tried to sound desperate and scared.
"No sweetie, that's not going to work," I said and gave up the brushing, "To the washroom with you. And I did tell you not to be silly, didn't I? Fell asleep on duty? What father's going to want a boy like that back?"
I marched Eros up to the bathroom and dunked his head in water, before drying his hair with a very non-period hair-dryer, giving him some lovely, pale blond, soft and very girly curls.
That's better," I announced, admiring the result.
I struggled a bit as I was marched into the bathroom, but was no match for Rob who proceeded to dunk my head none too gently in the bath. Spluttering a bit he proceeded to dry my hair, and I looked in horror as it left my hair all curly. Not tight curls like before, but loose long curls like a girl's haircut!
Clearly Rob was pleased with the result and I had to admit that my cock twitched at the sight. I looked really girly, if I had been dressed I could probably have passed for a girl and I whimpered suddenly feeling small and helpless.
The door bell rang before I could get started on the next bit, applying some very girly make up, so, with his hands still tied I led the boy down to the kitchen, answered the door, remembering to put some shorts on first, paid the bill and told him to eat. I did not untie his hands, he was a captive and it was his game.
I hid out of sight as Rob paid the pizza guy, obviously not wanting him to see me tied up and naked.
Rob played the pizza up and helped me over into a seat. Not untying me he tucked in and I was left with a delicious smelling pizza in front of me and no way of getting at it.
At first I though he was joking, but clearly I wasn't going to be untied and I whined in frustration. Desperate for some food I lent down and got some in my mouth, trying to bite through it and pull it free. That didn't work so I shook my head trying to tear it loose, realising I must look like an animal trying to eat rather than a boy.
"Oh, we can't have that, can we?" I lisped as Eros fought his pizza, "That's no way for a well-brought up girl to behave, is it! Let me help, dear." I cut his pizza into bits but left him tied. Now he'd have to chase them round the plate, trying to lap them up like a dog.
Eating the bits of pizza was still difficult, I had to somehow get them in my mouth without my hands which involved pushing my face around the plate and using my teeth and sometimes my tongue to get them near my mouth before kind of half-chewing half-gulping them down.
I whimpered, feeling pretty humiliated at having to eat like this, and by the end my face was pretty mucky with pizza topping. Sitting still I looked down blushing. I definitely felt like a slave now, I wasn't even allowed to eat like a normal person! That feeling also excited me in a way I couldn't explain. I was embarrassed but somehow liked that Rob could treat me like this and make me do embarrassing stuff.
I didn't have the cam set up in the kitchen, of course, so I used my phone to record him eating. I'd be able to splice that in later on the computer.
"Oooohh, what a mess!" I lisped when he'd finally managed to gulp down the last bit. "Back to the washroom with you!"
Another face scrubbing and then the paint. Pale blue eyeliner and eye shadow this time, more blush on his cheeks and a very girl red lipstick. Then I painted his nails, fingers and toes, also pale blue, and finished up with pink on his aureoles and the same red as his lips on his nipples.
"What do you think, dear?" I asked, turning him so he could see himself in the mirror.
I gasped at the sight of myself. I no-longer looked like a boy but a girl! And not just a normal girl, a girl who wore a lot, and I mean a lot, of make-up.
If a girl had turned up at school looking like this she would have been sent straight home and I blushed bright red. Not that you could tell under all the blusher!
"I look like a girl...." I even seemed to sound more girly, my voice somehow more like a bad impression of a gay person. I wasn't sure if that was just my imagination but everything I seemed to do appeared to make me look really effeminate. With my hands tied I had to flick my head to get my fringe out of me eyes, the flick, an action that made me gasp when I realised how it made my curls bounce. When I moved I seemed to mince along, and when I spoke my voice seemed to come out more high pitched.
"What will the master do to me?" I no longer protested that I was not a slave as I now thought of myself as one.
"Not finished yet, dear," I lisped, "Some little finishing touches."
I led him back downstairs and placed him in front of the cam and untied his hands.
"No silly ideas, mind," I whispered to him, "Remember that Spartan boy I told you about."
I left him standing there and raided my costume jewellery box. A necklace, bracelets for his wrists and ankles, all in very tasteful two-tone pale blue glass beads, and then, as a finishing touch, a girdle of the same, just a thin band of blue glass beads around his waist to draw attention to his cock.
"There, that is nice," I lisped again, "I do think the poor pigs will have to go hungry. And don't worry about the master, dear, he's really very gentle and loving with boy-girls who please him."
I stood still as Rob put the jewellery on me. I no longer felt brave enough to fight him, in my mind I was now a slaveboy and let him buckle the necklace and brackets on me.
The chain of beads around my waist went on last and Rob turned me to the mirror again so I could see the end result. I no-longer recognised myself, gone was Dylan the boy who liked x-box, footie and skateboarding. Instead standing in front of me was someone who looked more girl than boy, his, or I suddenly thought her, hair softly curled and her body decked out in jewellery. His/her painted face looked more than a little scared, somehow making his/her eyes seem bigger.
Slowly I turned around, staring at, and I had to admit admiring, he effect in the mirror. Boys who acted even the smallest bit girly at school were mercilessly mocked, but for some reason I found what Rob had done to me incredibly exciting. He had changed me into someone completely different, not just a different boy but a boy who was almost a girl and my cock, which looked so big with no hair around it, twitched.
"How should I please my master?" I asked Rob as if he was the slave, and I wanted to know a secret to avoid punishment.
"Well dear," I said softly, "That's the strange thing. The Master likes girl-boys but he likes them because they are boys. He doesn't want girl bits, only boy bits; your lovely little cock and that nice tight hole in your bum. Don't try to act girly, but don't try to be a boy warrior either. Just be you. Let the girl bits and the boy bits show together and he'll love you like no other."
I whimpered a little but nodded my head, sort of understanding what he meant.
"The secret is, dear," I whispered to him, "Is that all boys have some of the girl in them, even Spartan boys who learned to kill when they were seven. All boys have a secret longing to be used by a man, and that's the girl bit in them. But men know boys are so much better than girls so they still want their boys to be boys even when they're at their most girly."
I nodded my head, biting my lip as I did so. This seemed to make me look girly, but so did everything and I twisted to and fro, making my hair toss and experimenting more with ways to move my body. Somehow everything seemed to move different when I was like this, and I ran a hand through my hair and let it fall back down.
"That's it, dear," I said trying hard to stay in role because this was working out better than I had dared to hope; "Let the girl in you come out, you can always put it away again later, but let it out now. And let it out when the Master kisses you, but remember to kiss him like the boy you are. Good, firm boy kisses. That's what he wants."
I nodded my head, flicking my hair again. I liked the way it bounced and I played with it absent mindedly like the girls at my school did, twisting a few stranded around a finger over and over.
"Will he want me tonight?" I tried not to sound excited, but couldn't keep the edge of keenness out of my voice. I knew Rob might be a bit rough with me, and was more than a little scared by just how much I was enjoying being turned into a boy/girl, but couldn't hide how much I wanted the game to continue.
"I think, my little one, that when he sees you he will not wish to wait for the night to come. Are you ready for his bed? Your arse, I am sure, has known cock before, so it will be no shock or surprise to you and you will give him what he needs."
"Is that him calling now?" I pretended to hear a shout. "In my city all slaves are collared," I added, more in hope than expectation that Rob would have something like a slave collar for me.
"If you please him and he does not decide to feed you to the pigs then he will take you as his slave for bed and pleasure. Then a collar will be placed around your neck and until you are no longer a boy that collar will be all you wear. Come, now, he waits."
I gulped and followed Rob, finding it easy to think of him as two different people. I was totally immersed in the game now, having long since forgotten about the camera.
I stood Eros in front of the camera, facing the couch. Okay, so his bum would fill the cam for a bit, but his bum was worth looking at. I left him there and sat on the sofa, becoming once again the warrior who had captured him.
"A pleasant piece of flesh, Phallus," I said, "You have done well with him. Tell me, boy-girl, do you give your flesh willingly or must I take it by force?"
I hoped he said 'willingly' as I didn't want to mess up his make up!
I stood in front of Rob nervously fidgeting, playing with my hair before holding my hands in front of me over my privates and crossing my legs a little.
"I will be willing master," I blushed as I heard just how girly I sounded, and twisted on the spot in embarrassment.
"Then why do you seek to hide that bit I offered to cut off?" I said, hiding a smile at just how much the girl my boy had become. "Should you not seek to hide your nipples also from the sight of a lustful man?"
Go on Rob, I thought, really rub in the 'girl' bit.
My hands instinctively went up to cover my nipples, which just revealed my cock which was semi-hard. Bright red in embarrassment I twisted on the spot, not sure what to do.
It was nearly impossible not to laugh when he acted total girl and went to cover his tits, which, of course, left his cock exposed to my gaze. "What do you have to please me with, boy-girl?" I asked.
A horridly unfair question because I was asking him to openly offer his body to me to do with as I wished, but this was an educational session for Dylan as well as a game. I wanted him to properly understand his appeal and what he had to offer so that, in the future, he'd be in some control of what he did when he was a schoolboy again.
"I can please you with my mouth master," it was almost a whisper. I was still twisting on the spot feeling horribly embarrassed.
"Or I can please you with my bum hole," I added in an even smaller voice. My hole was still sore from the earlier fucking but it didn't cross my mind to not suggest it. I was Rob's slave and he could enjoy putting his cock back up my bum hole if I liked it or not. Right now I was just thinking about how to please him, not how I would feel or what would make me happy.
"Both may please me, if you know how to use your mouth and bum," I shrugged, though inwardly I was delighted with his response because he was thinking like a daddy's boy and that, in truth, is what he was. "But have you nothing else to please me with?" I asked.
`Don't forget your cock, Dylan,' I silently pleaded.
I thought for a moment as Rob looked me up and down, a slightly scary smile on his face. I knew he was finding this exciting, enjoying seeing me as a girl/boy and suddenly I realised the answer.
"I can please you with all my body as well master," I took my hands away from my body and flicked my hair so the curls bounced a bit. I knew Rob wanted me, wanted to touch and feel me, and that knowledge excited me and made me a bit more confident.
"I'm your slave now master," I gave him a shy smile a so took a step closer just out of reach of his arm. "I will please you however you want," I twisted a strand of hair in a finger and stroked me cock. I knew I was flirting with him, trying to excite him and I was excited to see what effect it would have on him.
"Athenians are fools," I snorted, "So wrapped up in their superiority that they set a boy to guard them when men of Macedon are about. They say they love boys and they leave the most beautiful one amongst them out as prey for any who wanted him. Or perhaps he was an offering for the gods. Well, now I am his god. Come boy-girl, embrace me on this couch and let us sample pleasure together."
Nervously I stepped forward and sat in Rob's lap, wrapping my arms around his neck. I felt small and puny next to him, no longer feeling like a brave warrior boy but a frightened girly-boy who was anxious to please her master.
Rob's arms immediately wrapped around me and his hands took a firm grasp of my skin. One hand went to my bum and he took one cheek in his hand and squeezed it, leering a bit at me as he did so. He clearly liked his new slave and I could feel his cock getting hard under my thigh.
"How do you want me to please you first master?" I asked in a small voice.
This was a different Dylan to the one who'd cuddled with me before. Before it had all been boyish enthusiasm, now it was an uncertain, far less boyish, desire to please, Yes, he was in his role as a slave, well in it, but there was more to it than that. An understanding had started to grow in his mind that if he was going to be a gay boy, have a daddy, he had to do his bit to make things work, and his bit was using his body to please when the time came for that.
"Let me taste your mouth," I said and moved in for a snog.
I had always been confident snogging Rob up until now but suddenly felt nervous. Licking my lips I lent in hesitantly, and it was only when Rob put one hand behind my head and brought my mouth into his did we start to kiss.
Immediately I felt different. Before I had only thought about getting my tongue in his mouth as quick as possible, but now I was thinking about kissing like a boy to please him. I was still hungry for his taste, but went more slowly at first deliberately trying to excite him before getting quicker and quicker.
The hand holding my butt cheek squeezes more firmly and I guessed Rob liked what I was doing.
The difference was amazing and startling. Never could Dylan be accused of having kissed like a girl, he was no wet lettuce, more like a frantic chili, but now he was different, not rushing, trying his best to please with his lips and tongue and please he did. Soft but firm, slow but lavish, it wasn't a snog, more like mouth making love to another mouth.
I squeezed his bum as though I was a boy squeezing tit, but his bum was better than any tit could ever be, and he purred and melted when I stroked his flanks. We'd had sex before, now we were making love. I don't know if Dylan knew that's what he was doing, but doing it he was.
I moaned in pleasure as Rob stroked my side, running his hands over my shaved body making me tremble in excitement.
I broke the kiss to nibble his lip before going back to kissing him, then breaking it again and leaning back.
"Did that please you?" I deliberately didn't call him master, wondering how far I could push him. I could see the desire in his eyes, feel it in his touch, and was enjoying that feeling of power. I might be his 'slave', but I knew he wanted me and that I had some hold over him.
"Somewhat," I lied because he had done more than just 'please' me, but I wasn't going to tell him that, not yet. I'm far too selfish a perv to miss out on a good thing when I've got a boy going properly. "Can your mouth please cock as well?" I asked, "Or is that a thing beyond the skill of boy-girls from Athens?"
I gave Rob a shy smile and licked my lips, flicking my head to get my fringe out of my eyes. I liked the way my hair reacted to that and was doing it more often than usual.
In answer to Rob's question I got off his lap and knelt down between his legs. Rob's knees widened and his cock sprung free. It wasn't rock hard but was almost there, and I gulped before bending forward and taking the end into my mouth and running my tongue around it.
He had to suck me differently from usual and he knew that. No taking it in his mouth and gobbling like mad for spunk; he had to make this last, prolong my pleasure for as long as he could. He wasn't sucking this time for the reward of a mouthful, he was sucking to demonstrate that I owned him, he knew I owned him and he was happy being owned. An orgasm for me might be the end result, or this sucking might simply be the prelude to having cock in his arse again, either way, it had to be the best sucking he'd ever done.
I sucked slowly, enjoying the taste of Rob's cock. I only had the end in my mouth and I bobbed slowly up and down on it. My hand instinctively went to my own cock and I had to make a conscious effort to take it away. I was thinking of myself as Rob's slave and had to concentrate on pleasing him. Purring I sucked more into my mouth, going up and down, looking up at Rob as I did so.
Perhaps I should have been ashamed of myself, no doubt most people would think I should because, in most people's minds, I was perverting a thirteen year old boy.
It might, in some sort of twisted way, be somehow acceptable that I should seduce him for my pleasure, but to train him, teach him, make him understand that a boy is supposed to give pleasure to his man, give it without question and do that because, when all is said and done, it is what he knows he is meant to do, designed to do and wants to do.
Dylan was worshiping my cock as I worshiped his and soon he was going to be pleading for me to fuck him again. He understood now that his body was mine and, whatever his mind wanted, his body was begging for my cock inside it.
I stroked him while he sucked softly, enjoying the feel of his young flesh, waiting for him to make his ultimate offer.
Rob ran his hand through my hair as I sucked him, patting me and stroking me like a pet. His touch made me moan in pleasure, I loved the feel of my owner's hand on my face and knowing that I was pleasing him. I wanted to suck him more, suck him until he came, but also to have him cum deep inside me and fill me up with spunk again.
Bobbing back I let his cock slip from my mouth. "Do you want my bum hole now master?" I was kneeling in front of him my mouth tasting of his cock, and I couldn't have felt more like his slave if I had tried.
"Now is the perfect time, my little boy-girl slave," I said gently.
His hole was still puffy and probably a little sore from my earlier entry, but that didn't matter. I'd go in him with less effort this time, his arse knowing what was to come and what to do.
I took him on his back, legs in the air, well-lubed and gently this time, fucking him carefully to maximise his pleasure as well as mine and he sighed with lust and joy as my cock worked his insides slowly to paradise for both of us.
I didn't t resist as Rob pulled me back on to my feet and lay me on my back on the floor. He spent some time fingering my hole, working lubricant inside me, a process which had me moaning and panting before hoisting my ankles high and wide so my bum hole was ready for his cock.
I cried out as he entered me. He was less rough this time, though the soreness from earlier meant it still hurt, but it wasn't a cry of pain or complaint. Instead it was a cry of happiness, well, happiness mixed with a bit of pain, as he slid inside me and started to gently thrust in and out.
"What are you?" My eyes were screwed shut as I heard him whisper in my ear. "Your girl boy slave," I moaned, and Rob obviously liked the answer as he began to thrust more quickly. "I'm your girl boy slave," I heard myself cry again, "fuck me, yeah fuck me, yeah fuck me." I was lost in my own world, no longer in control of what I was saying.
Dylan was in paradise, he simply loved being fucked. He didn't just get fucked, he lived being fucked and I knew he was going to carry on living for being fucked for a long time to come.
Perv's job done, I suppose. Except that, of course, I loved him.
I filled him with spunk, kissed any bit within mouth range, and sat him up.
"Reckon my slave needs a spliff after all that," I grinned.
It had been an event filled day for Dylan, the last part being much more intense that I had planned it. I'd wanted to explore his reactions to being 'girlied up' but I hadn't expected that they'd be anything like they were. I suppose the slave game had liberated him and, overall, that was good, because, like his earlier fucking, he could dismiss it all as just being a game if he wanted to.
I didn't think he would, though. Dylan had made discoveries and I didn't think he was going to ignore or forget them.
I lay on the floor too tired to move for a few moments, just enjoying the feeling of my insides filled with spunk. I could feel it leaking out of my bum hole, and that knowledge made me smile as Rob helped me up to my feet and into a hug. Rob lit a spliff and I perched once more in his lap as he took a puff and then held it to my lips so I could take a drag. I noticed that the end had red lip stick on it when I had smoked, something which made me giggle.
"Do lots of boys like being dressed as girls master ... I mean dad?" I was struggling get out of the mindset from the game, and flicked my hair out of my eyes as I took another drag.
"There's something of a girl in every boy your age, and a bit older as well. In a way it's what makes them so unbelievably sexy, a mixture of boy and girl. Pure boy as far as the sex bits go, but a grace and delicacy, yes even a tough kid like you can be delicate, that is pure girl.
Sometimes, if you give a boy a chance to let his girly side out, he can be very, very, very sexy indeed.
Sometimes a boy doesn't want to let that side of him show though, tries to forget it if it ever does slip out."
I had a toke and fondled the lovely boy on my lap, wondering which way he'd go.
I purred as Rob fondled me, totally at ease as he played with one of my nipples and then my privates. He liked touching my body and I liked him touching it so no longer felt it was strange. "Like how girly do you like boys to be dad?" I was curious about this sexy new feeling I had discovered and wanted to explore it more.
"I like my boys to have big enough balls to be who they want to be," I told him, stroking a smooth, slender thigh, "If a boy is in a 'total boy' mood then I want him to be just that. If he feels a bit different, wants to put on some make-up, explore his other side and see how that works for his man, then I want him to do that. It's good when a boy can show both sides - no purely girly boy could take the cane like you did, and no totally macho boy could turn into the slave you just did. That make any sense?"
I nodded my head. "Yeah, so like if I wanted to be more girly one time you would be cool with it?" I took a long toke on the spliff and handed it back to Rob. "Like it was cool wearing make-up so I could do that again. And maybe I could like wear some girly clothes?" I looked at Rob wondering how he would react. Being more girly had touched something in me and I was keen to have more.
"Being honest," I said, and meant it, "You in that make-up are just about the most sexy and desirable thing I've set my eyes on. But then again, you dressed as a Greek warrior boy was more potent than Viagra when it comes to getting my cock hard.
If you go for a skirt or dress though, it has to be with nothing underneath cos I'll be gagging to get at your lovely cock."
I giggled as Rob touched me more and took another toke on the spliff. "Anyway you said I would get something if I got fucked willingly." Rob looked confused and I giggled more, a little stoned. "You said I would get a collar round my neck and that would be all I would wear." I giggled more at the idea.
"So I did, you wicked little perv boy," I sniggered, "And daddy perv has just the thing for his little son perv to wear."
I got up and rummaged around in my box till I found what I was looking for; a slave collar Dave had made up for me boys ago - soft leather but instead of studs it had fake rubies and sapphires on it.
"Reckon this should fit the bill," I giggled, holding it out to Dylan.
My mouth dropped as Rob handed me the collar. I hadn't expected him to actually have one ready for me! I spent the next minute or two running the collar around in my hands, feeling the leather and the soft lining. "Its amazing," I was mesmerised by it, "Can I wear it?"
"Slave boys have to wear slave collars," I grinned at him, "Depends if you want to be a slave now you're Dylan and not in a game. And, of course, you have to understand that you'll be a very special slave cos you'll be a slave that his owner is in love with."
I giggled and flicked my head to get rid of my fringe. "I want to be your slave now Dad," I giggled again, "Or do I call you Master if I'm your slave?" I was giggly, more than a little stoned from the weed.
"As I'm in love with you, I will permit you to call me dad," I grinned at him, "But if you put that on, and for all the time that you are wearing it, you will be my slave and deny me nothing. Agreed?"
"Agreed dad," I giggled again, licking my lips in anticipation.
"Then slave and owner should get some sleep. It will be a long night and I will need you loads. So let's get a bit of kip and then do some more close up stuff." I fondled his cock so he'd have no doubts about just how close up stuff would get.