Date: Fri, 24 Apr 2009 09:58:42 -0700 (PDT) From: Beautiful Creamer Subject: Sissyboy Restitution 5 Sissyboy Restitution -- Part Five By Beautiful Creamer One -- Way better than "Juvie" As Owen's heaving chest settled down following his very first orgasm, he felt Mr. Jizzer's soft kisses on his pouty lips. The pretty boy thought fleetingly about whether he had peed his bridal-white, satin, French knickers with wide, lace-trimmed legs, then dismissed that thought. Something far greater had happened. That same wonderful thing that had made Hayden's eyes roll back in his head when Tony had tickled Hayden's pickle. And when Andy, Hayden and Owen had made Coach Jockstretch and Tony "empty their wrinkly bags." It wasn't pee. It was sperm. And Owen had no idea that "shooting sperm" was so much fun. He'd learned about sperm in school, of course. Making babies and all that. But no one told boys the real story about "shooting" or how good it felt when a man rubbed a "boy's place," which, Owen learned that day, was located inside a boy's bottom. Or how such things would be things a boy ached to do. Things that men desperately wanted to do with boys. Like the man on the bed next to Owen. Mr. Jizzer. Who had pulled back his sheets and exposed his stiff, aching, drooling cock to Owen. Looking for some restitution for the thrills he had just given to Owen. So needy. The way he was looking at Owen. The way his peelips were parted and drooling a luminous pearl of semen. His cock pointing at Owen -- asking Owen to... Owen touched Mr. Jizzer's cockhead gently. And was thrilled when Mr. Jizzer gasped. True power! The poor man was so overwhelmed by Owen's beauty and sweet manual attention that it only took ten minutes of "sweet skinning" before "that thing" happened. The rehabilitation patient arched his back and heaved thick creamy globs of stuff from his cock -- all over Owen's hand and wrist. Messy. Fascinating! The man smiled at Owen, thanked him, and drifted off to sleep. Saving the Rubbum Institute yet another dose of artificial sedative. A gusher of an orgasm has always been best way to put any man to sleep. It should be used before major surgeries even -- big savings on anesthetics! Anyway, Owen cleaned his hand with a towel, resisting an inexplicable urge to "see what the man tasted like." The boy's panties were soaked, but he was happy and eager to see what and who were next. So he stepped into the hall, where he was greeted by his mentor/supervisor, 14-year-old Andy. The two-year-older boy saw that Owen's panties were sopping with boys cream. Good, Andy thought. Owen was "normal." Andy smiled at Owen. The younger boy smiled back. And thought that Andy looked awfully cute in those white, boycum-soaked panties. Where did that thought come from? Just then Hayden stepped into the hall, looking a bit flushed after what had obviously been a gusher of a second cum for him. Owen thought, as he did with Andy, that Hayden looked VERY cute. VERY, Very cute. Owen managed a gay-guilty, half-smile at his best friend, who smiled back identically. Were Owen and Hayden attracted to each other in a GAY way??? Time to change the subject. "What now, Andy?" Owen asked. "Only a half-day today, sweeties. Hayden's mom is taking you both to their house for lunch, then a felony-fee afternoon for a change, let's hope. Tomorrow, I think you'll be ready for a pink-panty day." Sweeties? How icky-gay! Though it did make the boys' cocks twitch when Andy called them that. And what was a pink-panty day? They would find out soon enough. "One last thing," Andy said. "You need to get dressed before you go home. Your clothes are in that room. And fresh panties for you both to wear. You'll be wearing panties the whole time you're doing community service. Except when you're in bed, of course." Panties all the time! The boys should have been repulsed. They should have told Andy to stuff his panties up his cute bottom. Or sneak back later that afternoon and spray-paint the Rubbum Institute, then throw cherry bombs down all the toilets. But wearing panties seemed like lots more fun. Especially of they could wear them "with each other." Looking at Hayden in his cum-soaked panties was making Owen semi-hard already. And a quick glance at Hayden's crotch told Owen that Hayden appeared to have the "hots" for Owen as well. That shy, warm smile Hayden was giving Owen pretty much confirmed it. Owen and Hayden went wordlessly into the small changing room, where they saw two chairs, upon which were laid out the clothes they had worn that morning, except for the underpants. Each boy's "tightie whities" had been replaced with a very brief pair of white, silk, bikini panties. So brief that they barely covered the boys' pubic hair and displayed a good two inches of "crack in the back." Both reformed felons blushed furiously as they endeavored to minimize the gayness of the situation while cleaning off their cum-caked privates with warm washcloths and towels. Standing naked together -- inches from each other. Not looking at each other's gentle attentions to their personal cleanliness. Peeking whenever they could, then blushing more. Not a word was spoken as they slipped on their tight, revealing panties, which housed their "gear" in its silky embrace. Somehow they managed not to spurt and emerged from the room and walked back to Andy, who smiled knowingly at what he knew must have tempted them. Neither would be able to resist temptation very long. Andy hadn't when he started working at Rubbum two years earlier. The older boy was sure that the next morning Hayden and Owen would be back at "work," in pink panties and eager to suck cock. And have theirs sucked as well. Their activities that afternoon would ensure that. Two -- A blissful afternoon Emily Seedlove was a huge supporter of the rehabilitative efforts of the Rubbum Rehabilitation Institute. Not only did it rehabilitate men physically after difficult surgeries. It was the major provider of other "rehabilitative services" for young boys going bad. Dr. Rubbum had said it best to Emily and her best friend (Owen's mother) Jenny Squishbum: "A boy can't get into trouble while he's sucking cock." Emily thought that was at least as insightful as Father Flanigan's famous "There's no such thing as a bad boy" slogan of the Boy's Town orphanage. Emily and Jenny, who had been at the end of their patience, had been delighted to accept the judge's sentence of their boys to 120 hours of "community cocksucking service." By the time those 120 hours were completed, the women knew that the boys would be full and eternal sissyboys. If not sooner. When Emily picked Owen and Hayden up that day, she didn't push things. No sense attacking whatever remained of the masculine pride of the little sissyboys-in-waiting. Plenty of time for that later. Instead, she just drove them home -- Hayden in the front seat, Owen in the back. Said little, not even, "How was your day? How many men did you jerk off at the Rubbum Institute? How do those panties feel?" Emily said very little when she fed them lunch either. Just watched. Saving the best for last as she cleared the table. "I have to go out for a few hours, boys. Hayden, why don't you take Owen to your room and play for a while. I should be home around six, then I'll take Owen home." Hayden's heart leapt! Alone in the house with Owen for nearly five hours?!?!? Owen's heart leapt! Alone with Hayden??? In his room. With his pants down, looking at his panties and his boner!!! They were so consumed with lustful anticipation that neither boy considered the oddity of being left alone together in the house -- something that hadn't happened since they were seven and burned down the Seedloves' storage shed. Mrs. Seedlove said her goodbyes, said a prayer for the safety of their new storage shed and drove off. Leaving two ultra-horny, pantied boys alone. Looking at each other. Wondering how one goes about such things. Until Owen stepped up and said, "You got to spurt once more than I did." Hayden giggled and said, "So, I guess I owe you one." Owen giggled too. Two minutes and sixteen seconds later, the boys were lying on their backs, next to each other on Hayden's twin bed. Naked, except for their panties. Which revealed their quite-obvious arousal. More nervous giggling, then Owen said, "You're all lumpy." "So are you," Hayden replied. "This is way better than blowing things up, isn't it?" Owen nodded his assent, then, to his own and Hayden's surprise, Owen carefully, slowly slithered his panties up and over his stiffie, then down over his hips until his throbbing, hairless testicles were barely exposed. Hayden gasped. Owen's privates were a gaspable sight. Pink and pretty. And extraordinarily aroused. At that moment, young Hayden had a true epiphany. Blowing is always better than blowing up, he realized. And he did "owe" Owen. So he kissed Owen's cock. Right on the peelips. Which were drippy and delicious. Owen moaned. The boys' sexual instincts were kicking in rapidly. Instinct told Hayden to take Owen's cockhead into his sweet mouth and give it a nice, slurpy sucking. But he ignored his instincts...for the moment. And followed a slightly different instinct. Hayden examined Owen's cock very carefully. It was pretty tiny -- smaller than his own -- maybe three-and-a-half inches compared to Hayden's respectable five. But it was pink and pretty, with a nice, thick foreskin that covered all but the peelips. He pulled back the foreskin to expose the deep-pink tip. Owen groaned, then gasped when Hayden released the "boy's hood" to cover the tenderness yet again. Skin. Release. Skin. Release. Mmmmmmm! Owen was panting with lusty pleasure as Hayden masturbated him -- sweetly and deliciously. It was delightful, and then it got better. Hayden scooted up until his lips were against Owen's. And the boys were kissing. Deeply. Tongues entwined. It was incredibly thrilling. Lying on their sides, facing each other. Nipples rubbing against tender nipples. Owen's exposed cock rubbing against Hayden's pantied cock. Hayden clutched Owen's left buttock with his right hand and pulled his friend closer to him. All that luscious kissing and cock rubbing had the inevitable result. The gasping, panting, squealing boys arched their backs and heaved out their thick boy's cream. Drenching Hayden's panties and Owen's flat, hairless stomach with a flood of boyish sperm and semen. Shuddering through their agony of lust, the boys screamed out their wanton, sissyish pleasure. After that, the afternoon got even better. When Mrs. Seedlove got home at 6 p.m., she saw two fully-dressed, fully-docile boys, sitting quietly watching "The Simpsons" on television. A sight she hadn't seen in quite some time. Usually, her life had been more like "The Itchy and Scratchy Show." Note to law-enforcement: Empty-testicled boys don't commit crimes. She wondered what had actually gone on while she was gone. The boys must have at least done some naked kissing [four hours worth], some "pickle-tickle" with creamy conclusions [four for Owen, three for Hayden, so they were finally "even"] and perhaps even some "butt-fingering" [Quite a bit, and quite enjoyable, though neither found the other's "boy's place]. She figured that neither had sucked the other's cock yet [she was right, though they almost did]. When neither Owen nor Hayden would look her in the eye, she was sure they had "done naughties." Funny that they never felt guilty about destroying property, or endangering wildlife, but felt remorse about acts of "gayness." They would get over that soon enough. Three -- Pink-Panties Day It was a good thing Owen didn't sleep over at Hayden's that night. Though he thought about his friend a lot as he lay alone in his bed. Skinning and touching his little stiffie. If Owen had stayed with Hayden that night, he would have had to report to "work" that next morning with empty balls. Which would have disappointed the men he was going to "rehabilitate" that morning. They would all want a taste of his sweet boy's cream. Owen's Mom, Jenny Squishbum, drove the boys to Rubbum Institute that morning. It was the first time she had seen both boys together since they began their "rehabilitation." And she was VERY pleased with what she saw. OK, so her son and his best friend were turning into simpering little sissyboy cockpleasers who would soon be taking men's fat, hard cocks into their tight, hot bottoms. But at least they weren't headed for the penitentiary. Plus, as Mrs. Squishbum looked at Owen and Hayden in the car's backseat, observing all the little smiles and hot glances, it appeared to her that the little latent-creampuffs were falling in love. Mrs. Squishbum wasn't sure how she felt about that. But she did know that real love is never a bad thing. Jenny delivered the boys to that cute, two-years-older boy Andy and drove home, confident that when she next saw Owen, he would be even more docile. The pink-pantied Andy greeted both Owen and Hayden with kisses -- right on the lips! An act that yesterday would have engendered a punch in the nose from the enraged serial-offenders. Not that pink-panties day. The boys enjoyed the kiss. And would have been happy to explore further kisses with cutie-pie Andy. But Andy was all business that morning. "Welcome back, my little cutie-pies," Andy said. "Let's get those clothes off and into your pink panties. We have a busy day ahead." Owen and Hayden were more than willing to do whatever Andy said -- a huge departure from the previous day. They went into a changing room, hung up their clothes, stared longingly, though briefly, at each other's naked, luscious bodies, then put on their new pretties. They were satin, French knickers with wide, lace-trimmed legs, same as Andy's and same as yesterday's, only pink, instead of white. Owen was breathless when he saw Hayden wearing the little, cockteasing wispies. Hayden almost creamed when he saw Owen wearing his. So it was a good thing that Andy appeared to "break things up." Andy smiled and said, "I can see why you two excite each other. My cock is stiff as a two-by-four looking at you two little cockteasers too. But we have work to do. Walk with me." Half-reluctantly, the boys followed Andy. They would have rather kissed and spurted with each other for awhile, but new challenges awaited. Big new challenges. "Pink panties are the Rubbum code for `oral,'" Andy said. "Do you know what `oral' means?' Neither boy was sure. So Andy explained. "The patients you saw yesterday were only cleared for `manual.' Kissing is allowed, of course, but only the hands can be used for `manual.' By both the patient and the `therapist.' That's you little man-wankers." [giggle] Man-wankers! What an emasculating term. But Owen and Hayden didn't fight it. Man-wanking had been lots of fun. It appeared that they would be given a new, more emasculating title that day. "Oral is cocksucking," Andy said. "It's more than that, but that's the heart of it. Whenever you're wearing pink or black panties, you'll be sucking the patients' cocks. And they'll be sucking yours, if they want to. Almost all of them want to. Spit or swallow is your decision. But `spit,' as you'll see, can be messy. Any questions so far?" Had that conversation been conducted 24 hours earlier, Andy would have lost some teeth. That day, Owen and Hayden merely trembled in anticipation of a life-altering step. They were about to become cocksuckers! Why was that notion so exciting? And not disgusting? Owen imagined taking Mr. Jizzer's cock into his mouth and giving it a nice tongue bath. He shuddered with lust at the thought. Hayden imagined being on his knees in front of Coach. Submitting totally to the man's carnal needs. Gagging as the dominant, manly man pumped a quart of mannish, man's cream into his sissyboy mouth! And then there was the notion of men sucking their little peenies! Cumming into a man's mouth!! And even better, each boy thought, the notion of taking his "best friend forever's" cock between his sweet lips and sucking and licking him to paradise. Ohhhhhh!!! It seemed like the prescription for an excellent day. And life. Andy may have confused the boys a bit when he added, "Of course, `oral' can involve other things besides sucking cocks. Our patients have been known to be very creative as they design and implement their `therapies.' But I think you'll enjoy it all, no matter what. So are we ready?" Blushing hotly, the boys nodded their assent. Andy escorted his charges to the second floor and stopped in front of Room 224. "Hayden, this is Mr. Gushbutz. He's coming along nicely, working hard in therapy and has been rewarded with, well, you. for a pink-panties day. Don't disappoint him." Hayden gulped. Looked at Andy and Owen and grabbed the doorknob. Andy added one last thought, "It's more about licking than sucking, and it's certainly not `blowing.' But find your own style. You'll have plenty of opportunities over your 118 hours of service. Plus any hours `outside of service' you may have." Hayden gulped again. Then entered the room. Mr. Gushbutz was a very nice-looking man in his early 50s. He was standing, not reclining, as the patients the previous day had been, though he seemed to be in some pain from a knee operation. The man looked at Hayden and said, "Wow, you're gorgeous. Are you sure you're in the right room? I've never `been with' anyone as beautiful as you my whole life." The sissyboy ego is a fragile thing, but that little speech hardened it (and Hayden's cock) nicely. Hayden blushed and sort of shyly "vamped" a little for the man. who had eased himself into the room's only easy chair. No one really looks good in a hospital gown, but the garment has some advantages. Most notably, easy access to the "good stuff." The man's cock was covered by the gown, but Hayden had a clear view of Mr. Gushbutz's hairy ball sack. It looked delicious. Hayden thought about getting to his knees, lifting the man's gown, and getting right to it. But he wanted a little warm-up first. So, he asked, "Thanks for the compliments, Mr. Gushbutz. My name is Hayden. I'm your therapist this morning. May I sit on your lap?" Very nicely done, Hayden. Mr. Gushbutz looked at Hayden and, after thanking his lucky stars a few thousand times, said, "Sweetie, that's the best offer I've had in a long time, but if you sit on my lap and put pressure on that knee, I'll scream like a banshee in a burning building. Could you just sit on the chair's arm and lean over so I can kiss those sweet lips while I handle your `pretty things?'" Hayden giggled and sat on the arm chair. He was becoming quite coquettish. Suggesting that he had long been a latent sissyboy. Think of how many there are, just like him, out there looking for an opportunity to be a man's "enjoyment." Hayden adored being "handled" by a man and Mr. Gushbutz was a great "handler." The sissyboy parted his legs to allow Mr. Gushbutz full access to his "boy's things." The man gratefully accepted the gracious invitation. Sliding his rough, callused, right hand into the wide leg-opening of the boy's pink panties. Finding Hayden's "peanut bag" first. Giving it a sweet tickle as Hayden leaned forward to place his soft lips on the man's mouth. Hayden wondered anew why he had wasted so much of his life on vandalism when there were so many men who ached for his boyish delights. Hayden expected that Mr. Gushbutz would be giving his peeny a n nice rubdown next, making him spurt for the first time that happy day. But he was wrong. Mr. Gushbutz broke the kiss and said, "Stand up and face me, Darling. I'm going to suck your little peeny and have you spunk in my mouth. Don't worry about the mess, I'll swallow it all down." Oh. That sounded very nice. And the man was so big and strong. Hayden couldn't really stop Mr. Gushbutz if he wanted to suck Hayden's penis. And swallow all his sissy spunk. Could he? Hayden stood in front of the seated Mr. Gushbutz. He whimpered softly as the man removed his pink panties, letting them slide to the floor in a silky puddle. Hayden was standing naked in front of a rampant, randy man. It was all so thrilling and Hayden was so cum-needy that he practically spurted just from the anticipation. But he managed to keep his "cream in the bag" until the man took Hayden's entire, five-inch sissypole into his mouth and began to lick it and suck it in a manner that suggested that Hayden wasn't the first sissyboy of Mr. Gushbutz's acquaintance. The man could suck cock. And Hayden adored having his cock sucked. He found himself making little whimpers and "mewing" sounds of intense, helpless pleasure. The man, for his part, seemed to be having the time of his life. Making Hayden wonder briefly if men scheduled unnecessary surgery just so they could rehabilitate at Rubbum. No way! Right? Anyway, Hayden's testicles were signaling that they were no longer holding themselves responsible for their contents, engendering some exquisite, sissyish squeals, followed by a scream when he spurted that woke up Mr. Dozer, the patient in a room two floors above. Hayden pumped and heaved his boyish treasure into his lover's eager mouth, shuddering helplessly through the delicious agony of full release. That was a ball-drainer if an orgasm could ever be so defined. Hayden couldn't imagine ever producing one more molecule of sperm after that heaving masterpiece. But youthful randiness was soon to prove him wrong. First, however, was once again the matter of restitution. Mr. Gushbutz had sucked Hayden's; it was time for the boy to suck the man's. Hayden got onto his knees between Mr. Gushbutz's legs -- a position that instinct told him was proper procedure. The boy locked eyes with the man who had just taken him to heaven, then leaned forward to give him a long, grateful, tonguey kiss. Tasting what had to be the remnants of his own sperm. It was time taste a man. Hayden broke the kiss and slid down until he was face-to-face with what could be a metaphor for his destiny -- a man's big, hot, hard, dripping, skinned cock. Mr. Gushbutz looked at Hayden and Hayden saw raw need. Need for Hayden and what the boy could do for the man. Hayden was in charge that time. He was the pleasure giver -- the one a man needed more than oxygen. It was a role Hayden relished. Hayden looked at the penile feast before him. It was a nice, firm one. And very wet all over the tip. Appropriately, Hayden took that as a compliment to his beauty. Then he took the big step. Consumed the entire head in his sweet mouth. Smiled when Mr. Gushbutz groaned with mannish pleasure. Then went to work in earnest. Doing all the things that he had just learned from Mr. Gushbutz. Only with more boyish enthusiasm. And the kind of sounds a man loves to hear when his cock is being sucked: [Guck, slurp, gack, gulp!!!] Oh my. Mr. Gushbutz REALLY liked Hayden's first blowjob. Hayden REALLY liked his first blowjob. All slurping, licking, seven minutes and 24seconds of it. He especially liked when Mr. Gushbutz cried out, thrust his cock past the boy's tonsils and spurted six huge, creamy sperm globs into Hayden's tiny mouth. The sissyboy's big reward! As heroically enthusiastic a cocksucker as Hayden was, he was only able to swallow 22% of Mr. Gushbutz's load. The other 78% oozed out of Hayden's mouth and all over his face, shoulders, chest and stomach. What a sight! Sexy enough to give Mr. Gushbutz another half stiffie. But it was time for Hayden, a dedicated therapist, to kiss the man, scrub up a bit, put his panties back on, kiss his cocksucking instructor goodbye and move on. Andy had given Hayden an itinerary of room assignments for that morning, which he followed accurately and enthusiastically. Three rooms -- three loving, spunky, appreciative men, who not only deposited a big load of sperm into Hayden's belly -- they made the boy spill his own creamies as well. It was a spectacular morning that Hayden was sorry to see end. The boy was learning technique and, perhaps more importantly, swallowing skills. By the time he had sucked off Mr. Pollman, his last "morning man," Hayden had sucked down almost the man's whole load. Far less messy. Though he was sort of "full" and didn't feel much like lunch, which was the last itinerary item. Where was that "therapists' cafeteria?" Ah. To the left. Hayden was a little leery of going to the cafeteria -- wearing just panties. Wet ones at that. It was different being alone with a man, in his room, dressed like that. But the cafeteria would be so...public. Hayden entered the cafeteria, planning to find Owen, get their ride to Owen's house and spend the afternoon naked in bed, sharing their morning experiences during intermissions between sucking each other's cocks. That, as it happened, was a wish that would come true. But not quite yet. The cafeteria was worth a better look. Owen wasn't in the cafeteria yet when Hayden arrived. But other "therapists" were. Nearly twenty of them. In white, pink and black panties. And all, to Hayden's mind, quite pretty. Most of the boys were eating or chatting. It was the others who grabbed Hayden's attention. Three couples were kissing and fondling each other's "pretties." A fourth couple was engaged in some very active fellatio. A white-pantied boy was on his knees sucking the cock of a naked boy, whose black panties were hanging around his left ankle. Oh my. It was the world epicenter of sissyboy delights. Despite Hayden's pricklet's "hard work" of the morning, it was standing tall. Hayden took a seat and tried not to stare, though several of the pretty boys stole glances at Hayden. Hayden overheard a conversation at an adjoining table: A gorgeous, 11-year-old, black-pantied angel was saying to his white-pantied friend, "...so, yeah, stay away from Mr. Thruster, unless it's your last `patient' of your black-pantied day. He's HUGE! My `pussy' is so stretched, it's been leaking sperm all morning. It won't close for 12 hours. Still, [giggle] it was worth it!" What!!! Was that what black panties meant? Men putting their fat, stiff cocks actually INSIDE you??? Stretching your bottomhole!?!?!?! Spurting their hot man's cream into your guts? Ick!!! Just as the "horror" of that thought assaulted Hayden, Owen appeared. Hayden's thoughts shifted from fear to love -- passionate love for Owen -- his best friend and, as it turned out, his true love. Owen had obviously enjoyed the same quality of delights that Hayden had. Oh how he wanted to suck Owen's little cock and kiss his sissyboy lover's tiny balls, now that he knew how. Owen didn't know about that terrible black-panties stuff yet. And Hayden didn't want to ruin the mood of someone whose panties he wished to invade. But Owen was smarter than Hayden gave him credit for. "Hayden," he said, "I figured it out. The boys who wear black panties take men's cocks in their bottoms! Isn't that exciting? Look at that pretty boy over there. His bottom is leaking man's cream. And he looks so happy." Well. That did it. If Owen wasn't afraid of being fucked, neither was Hayden. He was a sissyboy, but he wasn't "yellow." Neither boy was going to show fear of their first black-panty experience, which they assumed would be the very next day. They assumed correctly. Four -- Black panties forever! Owen and Hayden spent an idyllic afternoon at Owen's house sucking each other's sweet spunk out of their stiff peenies. The boys didn't want to separate at dinner time, but they were both exhausted and had bone-dry testicles. At dinner with his Mom and Daddy, a very tired Owen barely kept his eyes open, but he did notice one strange and seemingly significant thing. His Daddy was paying way more attention to Owen than he had in some time. It wasn't just attention. Daddy was...well...attentive. Odd. Anyway, the boys were very eager to get to "work" the next morning. When they got to Rubbum, they weren't surprised when Andy handed them black panties. Hayden was still a bit too scared about being fucked and Owen wasn't scared enough. They were very excited about getting to wear the naughtiest panties of all -- a signal to men that anything goes! What happened next was the day's first surprise. Instead of giving the boys an agenda and sending them off to a succession of men's rooms for [blush] fucking, Andy took them to Dr. Rubbum's office. And there he was -- Dr. Rubbum himself. "Thank you, Andy," the doctor said, dismissing the boys' mentor. Then, to the boys he said, "Our young `therapists' need a bit of training when they achieve `black-panty' status. I'm very proud that you boys have risen to that level in only three days. I've heard only wonderful things about your progress as therapists." Owen and Hayden smiled at the praise and waited for a description of their training. "As I do with all you little angels, I do the black-panty training myself. Though today, since there are two of you and I wasn't born on the planet Krypton, I'll have to ask for help. Let me introduce you to my assistant instructor, my son, Rodney Rubbum." The boys turned around and there he was -- an 18-year-old, gorgeous version of Dr. Rubbum. The sissyboys' cocks twitched in their panties. These two handsome, hunky men -- one in his early 40s, the other just 18, were going to teach them about ass-fucking? Sometimes it pays to get up in the morning. Dr. Rubbum felt the same way. He would have liked to have fucked them both, twice each, as he usually did for a new sissyboy, but he had surgeries scheduled that afternoon and those pesky malpractice suits were even more annoying than missing out on a boy's first fucking. [Sigh] Now, which one did he want first, and which did he want to send to Rodney, with "sloppy seconds" later? Owen was really cute, but it was such a cliché to pick the blond. And his small dick made him a double cliché. The other one, Hayden, was it? He was a doll too. Maybe he would... "Please, sir," Owen said, in full Dickensian manner. "Teach my ass!" Well. That settled that. Owen's ass was to be "taught" by the Master of the Institute, Karl Rubbum, M.D. Hayden, who was stunned by his friend and lover's bold "twist" was still quite happy with his consolation prize -- a young, big-cocked stud who looked at Hayden as if the boy were a strawberry sundae with whipped cream. Rodney leaned into Hayden and gave him a long, deep, tonguey kiss. Then he took the boy by the hand and led him to a fully-appointed bedroom next to his father's office. Dr. Rubbum had fucked Rodney in that office many times, of course, when Rodney was between the ages of 11 and 15. Rodney ceased being a sissyboy sometime in the chronology, and became a sissyboy fucker. Since the Institute was a "target-rich environment" for a sissyboy fucker, Rodney was to become quite skilled at what would be his life's work. So both Rodney and Hayden were very lucky young men. Owen was feeling pretty lucky too as Dr. Rubbum led him to a bedroom adjoining the one Rodney and Hayden would soon be steaming up. Owen thought Rodney was attractive and would probably have a lot more stamina than his father. But Owen was discovering that he liked older men best. Men his Daddy's age. Handsome like his Daddy too. His Daddy was handsome, wasn't he? And very manly. Anyway, Dr. Rubbum had shucked his clothes and was lying in bed with the black-pantied Owen. Owen liked what he saw. The man was fit and big-cocked. Dr. Rubbum liked what he saw. Owen was beautiful and very sissyish. His bottomhole practically begged for a cock to "teach" it. And they could make love properly -- naked -- in bed -- with no worries about pulling out stitches or which color panties meant what. Owen wanted to get to it. Dr. Rubbum got to it. Lying on his side, kissing the boy and rubbing cock-to-cock. Very nice, Owen thought, but nothing new yet. Whoa! That was new. The man had laid the boy onto his back and was sucking his right nipple. Nursing on it, almost. And the boy loved it! It was so exciting to give himself to the man that way. But wait. There was more. As Dr. Rubbum adored the boy's nipple, he entered Owen's bottomhole with his loving, anatomically-knowledgeable finger. Oh. The man knew exactly where Owen's prostate was. And even better, he knew exactly what to do with it. Owen had never had a REAL prostate massage. And this one was very real. It was a combination of helpless agony and the full realization of raw lust. Dr. Rubbum added a second finger, then a third. Switching his mouth to Owen's left nipple, the good doctor gave the boy the full prostate treatment. When he sensed that the boy's ecstatic torment was near, Dr. Rubbum abandoned the nipple and "capped" the boy's straining penis with his wet mouth. Still massaging the prostate. Had the Rubbum Institute been hit with a 20-megaton bomb at that moment, Owen would not have noticed. He was fully focused on what was going on deep within his bottomhole. There was a bonfire in there scorching his guts -- pushing him toward the edge of a thousand-foot cliff. And there he was -- falling helplessly in delicious anguish. Pumping the full contents of his testicles into the man's hungry mouth. It was exhausting, emasculating and ten percent painful. And the single greatest moment of Owen's life. But wait. There was more. After Owen had hurled the last drop of spunk into the man's mouth, but before he had completely returned from a neighboring solar system, Dr. Rubbum eased the boy onto his stomach, parted his sweet boycheeks with his thumbs and licked the boy's anus with just the tip of his tongue. Was this more of the "creative oral" that Andy had foreshadowed the previous day? No matter. It was amazing! So intimate. So DIRTY!! Even more so when the man really stuck his tongue into the boy's "pussy." Owen cried out. Then submitted -- both to the man and to his own lust. Dr. Rubbum ate the boy out for nearly an hour. A whimpering, squealing, almost-spurting, delicious hour. Was Hayden getting the same treatment? Time to find out about that later. At the moment, Owen was being eaten out in a way he would remember the rest of his life. It came as no surprise to Owen, even though he had been a "virgin," when Dr. Rubbum removed his tongue from Owen's ass and replaced it with his cock. "Teaching his ass" was the point of that morning, after all. The boy was a bit surprised at the pain. It wasn't searing, agonizing pain, but it was definitely pain. He was also surprised at how "full" he felt. Dr. Rubbum's cock was big and Owen's asshole was small. But most of all, he was surprised at how much he enjoyed being fucked. Submitting to a man's pleasure, thus securing his own. In large dollops. The man fucked the boy gloriously for almost a half hour, making Owen spurt massively just before Dr. Rubbum filled the boy's bowels with their first anointing with man's cream. Owen was sad when it was over. He wanted to spend the rest of the day...or week...or month in this man's arms. Still, the screams of agonized delight that he heard frequently from the room where Rodney was fucking Hayden made Owen think that it wouldn't be all that bad to switch partners for the rest of his training day. As Owen kissed Dr. Rubbum goodbye, before he was to join Rodney, he listened to the man's good advice: "We'll share love together again, honey. Soon. But don't neglect your daddies. Now that you're full sissyboys, your daddies will be wanting to share your love, my darling. Don't frustrate them. They'll make you happy and you'll make them happy. "I envy you the sweet life that awaits you." Owen hugged the man again. He was right. About everything. Owen would "fully love" his Daddy. Whenever Daddy wanted. And whenever Hayden wanted too. He would have a sweet life. All because he made restitution. I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com. 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