Becoming a Boy 52

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TIM

 

We pulled into Ian's folks house a few hours after we left my parent's house. I wasn't sure how I would handle this trip to Ian's family. Who knew how many people would be there or what would happen? The boys here were all fags, who knew what would happen now that I accepted I was a fag too.

 

"What's going on at your family's place this time Sir? Are all those relatives going to be here?"

 

"HA! No, just Mom, Dad, their houseboy Billy, Danny and I think Danny's future husband is going to be there," he told me.

 

"Danny has a fiancŽ? How did that happen so quickly?" I asked.

 

"Crazy fag, I don't know for sure yet. I think Dad found him a husband. Some Indian guy."

 

"Like from India, Sir?"

 

"Yeah, paid a bride price for Danny."

 

"What?!? Are you serious? He paid to be a fiancŽ?"

 

"It happens, Timmy. You get a fag with a good reputation and a hot hole, there are men willing to buy the fag."

 

I did not want to be sold. I didn't want to end up in India or Saudi Arabia or anyplace I was suddenly imagining. I wanted to be with Ian.

 

"Please, Ian, Sir, please don't do that to me. I don't want to go to India."

 

The words spilled out of my mouth before I could stop them. I was locked up and I belonged to Ian. There was no way I wanted to belong to anyone else. I couldn't deal with that. My parents accepted me as belonging to Ian but I don't think they'd get Ian selling me off to make some money. He just laughed.

 

"That's scary to you, huh? You think I'm going to sell off the best fag pussy I've had? Not likely, Timmy."

 

"Please, I don't think I could handle it. Promise me you won't sell me, please?"

 

"I like the begging, Timmy. I think I can work with it."

 

"I'm serious, Sir. I can't face that."

 

"Chill, bitch," he told me. "Just work with me one day at a time. Don't go all ballistic. I'm not selling you off. I just locked you up."

 

As he spoke those words, I felt it. I remembered I was locked now. The plastic cage was on and I couldn't take it off unless Ian allowed it. I grabbed at my cage and shifted it around, noticing how uncomfortable it was suddenly. I couldn't really believe he had done this after he said he wouldn't. AND, he did it in front of my parents. He showed them the Christmas gift he got me, they knew I was a locked possession of Ian's. I started to get hard and then the cage was really uncomfortable. I had to stop thinking about it. I was trying to get hard as I recalled how I ended up locked. Why did that turn me on? My dick was locked up, what made it so hot?

 

"Okay, Timmy," Ian started, changing the subject. "Talk to me about my family. Let's go over details."

 

"Well, everyone will know I am your boy, your fag," I started going over details. "Well, your Mom thinks I am some sort of toy for you in the short term, I guess.'

 

Ian smacked the back of my head, but he did it gently enough so I knew I hadn't said anything too horrible. He laughed.

 

"Something like that, boy. She knows I am making use of your talents. She hadn't wrapped her head around the fact that I'm straight or that you're gay. She's confused on identity."

 

"Well, sometimes I am too, Sir." Ian laughed again.

 

"Oh, so calling me Sir is good most of the time, only Mom won't get that. Everyone else will."

 

"Even Billy?"

 

"Oh, yeah. He knows the score. He and Danny talk a lot these days."

 

"I will try not to call you Sir around your Mom. I'm not sure how successful I will be though. I have pretty much stopped using your name when I talk to you. It's strange, I think your name in my head but when I speak it comes out Sir most of the time."

 

Everyone knew I was Sir's fag, except his Mom, and she knew I was a boyfriend or something. I was out to everyone. That got my dick throbbing in my cage again. I had to adjust it again to try to get some relief.

 

"Tell me more about Danny, Sir. How did he like, how did he come out? How did everyone find out about him?"

 

"HA!, yeah well that's a long story, Timmy. There is a lot of information there. If I tell you briefly, I want you to not comment on it. Just accept it. And again, my Mom knows nothing about it."

 

"Yes, Sir, understood," I assured him.

 

"So, long story short, Danni was hunting a dominant man online. He didn't cover his tracks and Dad caught him when the online master started IMing Dad saying all sorts of shit. Dad blew a stack and gave Danni a spanking, which Danny enjoyed too much and blew a load on Dad's leg. Dad caught him a second time and really lost it, from what he told me. Let's just say he gave Danny exactly what he had been looking for online."

 

"You mean??"

 

"I said no interruptions, no comments. So, Dad became Danny's master. He did things to control Danny, including locking Danny's dick down and getting him several piercings."

 

WOW, I thought. The ex-boyfriend Danny said had locked his dick down was his Dad! Ohmygod. I wasn't the only fag who had served his own Dad.

 

"Dad was using Danny all the time, training him the way he wanted to make his fag. He got some help by connecting with his buddy Johnson. Yeah, the same Johnson I work for," he added. "Danny came on to me when I came home for the summer. He convinced me to let him blow me. I'd never had a guy blow me until then. Never given it a thought before, but I learned quickly the advantages of having a fag. No pregnancies, never hearing the word no, when I wanted to get off. I fucked up though and was fucking Danny in the kitchen one day when Mom came home early. Freaked her out. Dad cleared up the issue and Mom accepted that Danny had led me on, convinced me to do it, it blew over."

 

"Danny went to live at Johnson's farm because Dad began to have second thoughts about being married and fucking both his wife and son. He didn't want Mom learning about that the way she had seen me and Danny fucking on the kitchen floor." I had to laugh about that. Ian just looked at me and smiled. "Once he was there, he met a lot of fags and dominant guys. You've been there, you are aware of the dynamics."

 

I did know the dynamics. I knew some of the people. I had met Bailey.

 

"Danny never went back to college. Dad wasn't going to pay for it. He knew Danny wasn't really interested in anything except Men. It's another reason Danny went to Johnson's farm, to get some training to get a job someday. Dad learned Johnson has connections to find wealthy men around the world fags to be their boys. In Danny's case, this fellow wants Danny to be his wife. He needs a wife in his society for some reason, so Dad says Danny is growing some tits to look more like a girl. Oh, and he spells his name with an `I' now, no `y'. I wonder if he'll change his birth certificate to become a girl? Huh, hadn't thought of that until just now."

 

"That's about the score on Danni, he's going to get married in India, but the man lives here in the states. Danny had gotten a job at his company and met him that way. Dad is happy to get him a good husband who knows the score and will supervise him properly. You can speak now, boy if you want."

 

"I don't want to be a girl," I told him.

 

"Look, Timmy, let me be as clear as I can right now. I may call you a girl, and I may call you my bitch, but I do NOT have the interest in girly fags being around me all the time. I might have some fun using one sometimes, but it isn't my thing. Do you hear me."

 

He was looking at me instead of the road. I got it. "Yes, Sir. Thank you."

 

"I'm not working with you at the gym so you can look girly, am I? I'm working at the gym with you because I like the look of a jock fag. I love your bigger ass, I want you to keep working on your tits. I want you to be this muscle faggot that draws stares from people for a great body, not a sissy that draws stares for being in that gray space between woman and man. Get it?"

 

"Yes, Sir," I answered again, even though I wasn't sure I knew the full difference in my head. I probably thought a lot more like Danni or Bailey than I did Ian or any of his friends. He'd gotten me to think about my body with names for female body parts, he'd locked my dick up now so it wasn't good for anything but peeing. I was essentially something he was molding into some idea of a perfect fag for him. That was hot! Damn it, my dick was trying to get hard again.

 

"So, your Dad isn't fucking Danni anymore? Will you fuck him anymore?"

 

Ian chuckled at me. "No, Dad stopped, I stopped when I went back to school and brought you out of your deep closet. I don't imagine that will go on while we are there."

 

"So who is Billy?"

 

"Billy was Dad's answer to not having anyone around the house to do chores. Danni and I are not at the house, Mom is working. He needed a level of service that he wasn't getting. Now, Dad, he likes sissy fags, obviously. He likes them to be more like a real girl. Billy came from Johnson's farm. He was staying there. I don't know many details, but I think Dad is still working on him to get him to where he wants him. I think Dad wants to get to a place where he can openly fuck Mom and his fag, Billy. Getting Mom there is his challenge. Until Danni pushed Dad's buttons, they had always been monogamous, I think he is trying to get Mom to a place where she can work with him not being monogamous."

 

"Wow. I'm so oblivious to everything sex related. Not talking about it for 21 years really set me back in seeing things or understanding things."

 

Ian tussled my hair and laughed. He was enjoying himself and that was what was really important, I guess. I wanted to please him, I wanted him happy with me. I didn't want to be a sissy fag, or a girl, or anything but who I already was. I was still a bit afraid that he might change his mind again and want to do other things to me.

 

"I don't think that will be a problem anymore, Timmy. Your folks are good with who you are. They are much more chill now about sex."

 

CHUCK

 

I saw the car pull up into the drive and Ian get out with Timmy. Ian popped he trunk, but Timmy grabbed three bags and Ian just closed the trunk and they headed for the house.

 

"Jan! Ian's here, with Timmy," I called out. Letting her know they had arrived. I got out of my chair and headed to the front door. Jan followed me in from the kitchen.

 

"Where's Danni and Devish?" I asked her.

 

"Afternoon nap," she replied grinning.

 

"Yeah, right," I laughed. "Maybe we'll join then soon."

 

"No, we won't Chuck. I have things to do, you can chat with them. We'll catch up later," she blushed. God I truly loved her.

 

I opened the door before they had time to find the key.

 

"Ian, good to see you again." I gave him a hug. "Timmy, I'm glad Ian brought you along," I told him, swatting him on the ass since his hands and arms were full of baggage.

 

"Hi dear," Jan gave Ian a big squeeze, then turned and gave Timmy a squeeze and a peck on the cheek. "I'm so glad you could make it Timmy. How are your parents doing? Ian mentioned you headed there first."

 

"Thank you, Mrs. McNeil. They're great. I haven't seen them so relaxed in ages. It was nice to see them."

 

"Timmy, I told you to call me Jan," she reminded him.

 

"Oh, yes, sure Mrs, I mean uhm Jan."

 

"Billy!, Jan called out for the boy. "Will you come help Timmy with the luggage?"

 

"Yes, Mrs McNeil," a reply came."

 

Billy showed up and he grabbed a bag and a sack from Timmy. They headed to the bedroom area. I grinned with the thought even Jan instinctually saw Ian as the Man and didn't think to ask him to help with the bags. Let Timmy and Billy deal with it.

 

"You look good dear," Jan said. "I'm so glad you could make it. Did you give Timmy enough time with his folks?"

 

"Oh, yeah, Mom, no worries. He had a great time. Better than in a long time, he told me."

 

"Oh good. I worried it wasn't very long."

 

"Timmy has swimming practices to get back to in a couple days. So we are doing short stays."

 

"Well I need to check on the meat," Jan said, glancing at me devilishly. I was sure Ian caught it though.

 

I put a hand on Ian's shoulder and pushed him into the family room. "Come on. I'm sure we can find something to watch on TV. Want a beer?"

 

"Yeah, sure, Dad."

 

"We'll have Billy grab them as he gets back down here. Or, Timmy could grab them," he shot back with a grin. "How are things going with your boy? He being obedient?"

 

Mostly," I grinned. "He needed a good belting the other day. Caught him at the frat with one of the brothers. There in the main room getting his pussy stuffed with cock. He's become a real cock hound since Thanksgiving. I didn't break skin, just made him sore for a couple days."

 

"Danny needed plenty of correction initially too," Dad told me.

 

"Well, I set him up honestly. He's needs to inform me when he wants to service a man. That frat brother had already come to me and asked if he could use Timmy's holes for an hour or so. I had given him permission, but Timmy didn't call or text me when the moves were put on him, he just gave it up. That's what angered me. It was a test and he screwed up. He understands better now."

 

"So you let him put out for other men.?"

 

"Well, it's a frat, Dad. Timmy wears slutty jock clothes around the house and of course it is going to cause the other brothers to drool and think of him as a toy. You get the picture? I don't care if they use his mouth, though I want him to ask me first. His pussy though. I want more control over that. It's mine and I want to keep it mainly for myself. This frat brother asked because he has a thing for that ass of Tim's. I didn't see a problem with it. He asked very nicely. I just want Timmy to learn he needs to get permission."

 

"I hear that. A mix between shutting them down and letting them learn," Dad said. "If he can't say no, or get someone to do that for him, well, then a fag can find herself in trouble."

 

"Exactly. Timmy needs structure right now. I locked his dick up yesterday, Dad. I want him to focus on things besides that. There were times I was beginning to think he lived to cum. I'm not against him cumming but a loose dick spraying stuff all over as he was getting fucked started bothering me."

 

Dad laughed. He seemed to enjoy that story.

 

"You know as much or more than I do on locking up a fag, Ian. You've been working for Johnson for a while now. I will tell you that it will drive Timmy crazy at first but it will make him stop questioning you and his attitude will completely change over time. But he will get hornier than you can imagine. You'll be kept busy fucking him, or you'll be recruiting those frat brothers to help keep his hole busy."

 

TIM

 

We had set the bags down in Ian's room. I hadn't said much. I didn't know what to say to Billy really. I didn't know him as well as Danny.

 

"Do you want me to put stuff away in the dressers?" Billy asked.

 

"Oh, no, no need. We're only here a couple days," I told him. "I have to get back to school for swimming practice," I told him.

 

"Okay, well, then I'll go and help Mrs. McNeil," he added and left the room.

 

I found an ottoman to sit one bag on and a chair from a desk held another bag. I just set my bag in a corner. I debated changing to more relaxed clothes but decided against it. Ian had been specific on what he wanted me to wear. I stepped out of the room and as I did I bumped into a tall dark man. He was naked.

 

"Excuse me," he said startled. "I wasn't aware anyone was up here." His dick swung impressively between his legs. "Just heading to the toilet," he explained turning away and quickly ducking into the bathroom.

 

That must be Danny's boyfriend, I thought. He was no slouch in the dick department. He was also hairy like Ian, but many shades darker. I had no idea how old he was but staring at him like I did without saying anything was poor manners. Also, I noticed my cage again as my dick was trying to firm up after that sight. The damn cage forced me to think about my dick a lot more than I used to think about it. I guess maybe I was hard a lot more than I had noticed. I turned around and headed back downstairs.

 

I went to the kitchen first. I wanted a glass of water or something to drink.

 

"Hi Dear, what can I get you," Mrs. McNeil, I mean Jan, asked.

 

"Just a glass for some water, please."

 

"Ian and Chuck are having a beer, would you like that?"

 

"Oh no ma'am. I'm not allÉ" I stopped mid-word and caught myself. I almost said allowed. "I'm not all that thirsty for a beer yet. Just some water will be great."

 

She pointed to some water glasses on the counter. "Help yourself. There is some in the refrigerator that is cold."

 

I grabbed a glass and filled it from the refrigerator dispenser. I drank about half of it then refilled it.

 

"Just go on and sit with the men, Timmy. Billy and I can handle things here today," Jan informed me.

 

"Timmy, you're looking good. Looks like you hit the gym regularly," Mr. McNeil said when I entered the room.

 

I was still a bit surprised about people seeing changes in my body. Maybe Ian had mentioned it to him. I didn't feel that I was looking all that different or more in shape. I had been swimming for years, it wasn't like I was out of shape at all.

 

"Yes, Sir. I go regularly these days. Ian has a schedule worked out for me."

 

I bet he does," Mr. McNeil laughed. "Ian seems to have preferences."

 

"Yes, Sir," I blushed.

 

"Mr. McNeil will be fine, boy. Jan isn't caught up on everything yet," he said quietly. "We'll get there soon enough, but Mr. McNeil is safer right now."

 

"Okay, Mr. McNeil," I replied. "I'll try to remember."

 

"Good boy."

 

I looked around to figure out where to sit and decided at Ian's feet would be best. There was furniture available but I chose to sit on the floor instead.

 

I tried to listen to the conversation between Ian and his Dad, but honestly I didn't hear much. I was thinking about the naked man upstairs, the cage around my dick, talking to Danny about things, helping Jan in the kitchen. I heard some stuff, but it wasn't enough to keep me focused. They talked sports, fags, women, The conversation jumped around, and my mind wandered. What should I be doing? I wasn't really part of the Men's conversation and I wasn't helping in the kitchen. I looked at Ian's feet. He had on trainers today. I decided I'd rub his feet. He had never said I couldn't, but he hadn't said I could either. I was bored and I needed to do something to take my mind off the other things bouncing around me head.

 

I picked up the foot closest to me and untied the lace and pulled his shoe off and set it down next to me. Then I maneuvered myself so his leg was in my lap and I had access to his foot. If he had wanted me to stop he would have knocked me on the head, I figured.

 

"Now that's service, Ian. You didn't even need to ask for it and Timmy is finding useful things to do for you. That's the sign of a good boy," Mr. McNeil said.

 

"He's become very attached of late," Ian admitted to his Dad. Had I? "I don't let him alone too often, and I think he's adjusting to the idea of service."

 

"It will only increase now," Mr. McNeil said. "Since he's locked up and knows only you can help release the tension he's going to be fawning over you. He'll be needy for a while."

 

"How did you handle Danny when you first locked him up?" Ian asked his Dad.

 

"Barely," was his answer. They had a laugh. "I had to fuck him a lot," he said quietly. I couldn't hear anyone in the kitchen but I guess they didn't want to take any chances.

 

"Timmy is already horny as hell. I may have to recruit some buddies to help out if she gets any hornier." More laughter all around.

 

I just kept rubbing his foot. I was being useful at least. It was different listening to men talk about me when I was right there, but not addressing me or seeming to stop anything they wanted to say about me. I was going to have a lot of questions for Danny. How did he handle the men talking about him?

 

"Timmy is actually still pretty shy about everything though," Ian continued. "He doesn't want everyone to know he's a fag. He's got the best piece of ass on campus, but he's still shy about showing it off."

 

"Well, Ian, you need to make sure Timmy knows it first. The secret is to worship her pussy until she stops being embarrassed about having one. Just treat that hole like it is the best on campus and then she'll feel more comfortable about showing off. Building self-confidence in a fag is an important part of keeping them in line."

 

I thought back to yesterday when Ian was pounding me hard into the bed at my parents. I had been thinking about my pussy and my titties. It was the last time I had cum before Ian locked me up. Now, I'd need to learn to cum locked up. I'd have to think about my holes or my nipples to get off. I'd have to focus on the feelings, the sensitivities of my body in other places.

 

"I want Timmy to be confidant in me and himself, definitely. I want him to know if I am giving out that pussy, it's because I know he can show a man a good time and that is a value to me and to him," Ian told his Dad.

 

"I hear that. I am trying to build Billy's confidence and it can be tough. He's so terribly shy and seemingly uninterested in sex. But he truly enjoys serving us and I am building on what he enjoys, slowly getting him to where he is confident in himself and his ability to please in several ways."

 

"You gonna make him the house fag?" Ian asked his Dad.

 

I wondered if Billy knew he was going to be the house fag? I didn't think I'd say anything. Ian would be mad if I told Billy anything. I'd keep anything I heard to myself. I switched to Ian's other foot.

 

"I really got to where I enjoyed having a fag, Ian. I didn't think I would enjoy it so much, but the level of service a fag gives and the attention to my cock, my needs, it's tough to beat that level of attention. I sure can't get your Mom to that level of service."

 

Ian and his Dad laughed again. Ian was enjoying the talk with his Dad. His Dad continued.

 

"What I need to make sure of, and what I am trying to get to happen is that your mother will be aware of Billy and will let me use him as I know he wants. Billy wants desperately to be loved, to feel useful. If I can build his confidence and your mother's acceptance of more open sexuality. He has told me love to him is service, sex is something he does to provide service."

 

Mr. McNeil's voice got quieter and he took on a serious tone.

 

"He has been giving your mother massages two or three times a week, after work or on the weekend. Let's just say your mother has become very adjusted to getting her massages. Billy has very talented hands and from what I hear a great tongue."

 

"You let him do that to her? Dad, you're letting your dominance slip," Ian sounded surprised. I pretended not to hear anything and kept rubbing Ian's feet. He seemed to be enjoying it. I had seen his feet plenty of times, but I had never really paid this much attention to them. I looked at his long toes, the strong ankles. I rubbed deeply on the balls of his feet.

 

"Your mother is learning I can allow her to have pleasure in other places than in bed with me. She can follow my lead and enjoy sex, as long as I allow it. She will learn that I will enjoy sex with others but be monogamous in my commitment to her."

 

"Dad, I like that. I can get behind it. I mean, I know I don't have a say, but I'm good with it," Ian told Chuck. "She's my Mom, but I get it. You need her to know you are still in control."

 

Ian started rubbing my head as he talked with his Dad. Did that mean something? Was he saying I was his wife? Was it just a reaction to my rubbing his feet? Was I supposed to take something away from listening to the conversation? Ugh! Sometimes being a fag was tough.

 

"Timmy Had a great visit with his folks the last couple days," Ian told Mr. McNeil. "He came out to them about who he is and it went well." Ian patted me on the shoulder.

 

"Oh yeah? What happened?" he replied not looking at me but at Ian.

 

"Well, I think he leaned the value of telling the truth. Once he had admitted to them he was a faggot, they really opened-up to him and he got to feel more love from them than I think he'd felt before. Isn't that right, boy?" Ian nudged me.

 

"Yes, Sir," I answered looking back up at him from the floor. "It changed a lot. I think they really understand me now," I added blushing.

 

"You're right Timmy. I think your Mom is much more open to who you are and your Dad got a much deeper appreciation of your dedication to life." I blushed even more but thankfully Mr. McNeil didn't ask anything about Ian's statements.

 

"Well, that sounds very promising Timmy. I'm glad you were honest with them."

 

DANNY

 

"I startled a young man out there," Devish told me.

 

"Billy?"

 

"No, my love, someone I haven't met before. Hair was nowhere near as long as yours or Billy."

 

"Oh! Must have been Timmy!" I giggled. "Well, that is what you get running out into the hall naked. He and Ian must have showed up while we were busy."

 

"Is he your brother's friend?"

 

"Sorta," I said. "He's my brother's fag. He found him at the fraternity he belongs to at school."

 

"Hmmm, Devish looked puzzled. "He didn't seem very girly."

 

"I don't think he is. I think Ian likes more jock-boy types. He wanted to see if he could make Timmy into his fag. I don't think Timmy even identifies as gay, but he's a fag now."

 

If Ian and Timmy were here, we should get down there. I didn't want to be up here if I could visit with Ian or chat up Timmy and see how his life is changing. I wondered what had happened since Thanksgiving when Ian took his virginity. I grabbed some clothes and got dressed quickly.

 

"Let's go, Sir" I told Devish. "I want to introduce you to Ian."

 

Once we got downstairs I barged into the living room, like I was the man and realized quickly that Devish could very well introduce himself to Ian. I slunk back a bit as everyone stared. Thankfully Devish knew what I had done.

 

"Good Afternoon, Chuck. My apologies for getting some sleep in, Danni has been keeping me awake a lot at night."

 

I still had the ability to blush and hearing Daddy Devish phrase it that way did it.

 

Ian stood up and so did Timmy. Ian stuck out his hand and they shook.

 

"Ian McNeil," he said briefly. "Nice to meet you."

 

"It is a pleasure to meet you Ian. Danni has said many good things about her brother. My name is Devish Mishra. I am Danni's fiancŽ.

 

"Let me tell you then Devish, you will have your hands full with her. She can be challenging at times."

 

All the men laughed as I stood there blushing. I was not a handful. Well, maybe I was sometimes in the past, but things had changed. I had changed. Ian stepped over and gave me a hug.

 

"Hey, little br, I mean sister. You sure are looking cute these days." I hugged Ian back.

 

"Thanks Ian, I appreciate you saying that."

 

"Oh, Devish," Ian spoke. "Let me introduce you to my boy, Timmy."

 

Devish smiled and said, "hello Timmy." He didn't offer to shake Timmy's hand even though he stuck it out. Timmy caught on and lowered his hand.

 

"Hello, Sir." Timmy said.

 

"Mr. Mishra is fine, Timmy. We can be relaxed here at the McNeil home."

 

Timmy just nodded. "Okay, Mr. Mishra."

 

"Danni, why don't you and Timmy go talk and let the men hang out," Daddy Devish told me. "oh and Danni, please bring me a beer before you go, so I can join Ian and Chuck in a good discussion."

 

"Yes, Sir," I told him. When I got back the men were seated but Timmy was off to the side standing, looking uncomfortable. I handed the beer to Devish and then I grabbed Timmy's hand and headed off to the basement. We could hang there a bit before everyone ate.

 

"It's good to see you Timmy," I said as I gave him a hug. He seemed unsure what to do. Finally he gave me a hug back.

 

"Thanks Danni. It's nice to see you again too."

 

"How's life at college?" I asked. I knew Ian had probably kept him very busy. He sighed and then started talking.

 

"It's kinda crazy really. A lot has changed since I was here."

 

"Like what?"

 

"I've done so many things since then, Danni. Your brother loaned me out to some friend of his in the gym locker room. I had to start sucking off one of the guy's at the frat when my roommate figured out I was Ian's fag. I got fucked by another frat brother because Ian wanted to see if I would ask permission. I had to give another one a hand job in the living room while a lot of the brothers were watching a football game. I feel like Ian is making me so slutty. And NOW, now he has locked my dick up in a plastic cage."

 

"oh! Let me see!" I pleaded with him. "Show me."

 

Timmy blushed but he stood up and dropped his pants. He had a thong on and he pulled it down to show his cage. It was a basic plastic chastity cage. I was impressed.

 

"So you lost your dick, huh? What happened?"

 

"I think Ian got tired of me cumming all the time. I don't know really. He just said he had changed his mind about leaving my cock alone. I'm kind of scared now. What if he changes his mind on other things? What if he makes me be a girl? What if he makes me have a pussy like Bailey?"

 

I laughed at him. It wasn't nice, but that is what happened. I laughed.

 

"It isn't the worst thing, Timmy. I honestly don't think Ian will do that. He can get plenty of pussy without giving you one."

 

"I hope so. It's been barely a month of fucking and I'm already thinking of my asshole as a pussy and my nipples as my titties. It's weird. No offense but I don't want titties or a cunt."

 

"I get it," I told him. "I didn't either, but now I am engaged to a man who wants me to be his wife. I HAVE to grow boobs, at least small ones, to get approval from his family. They must believe I am a girl. Well, his Mom knows the truth, but to the others I will be a girl. But, honestly Timmy, it doesn't bother me at all. I don't have a dick anymore. It's been gone for months."

 

"What happens to me? I know it's different, my dick has only been locked for a day but what happens after a few months? I don't want to be a girl. I don't want to start thinking of myself as a girl."

 

"How does Ian see you?"

 

"He said he wants a jock boy, that he sends me to the gym to build up my ass and pecs, but then he calls my asshole a cunt or pussy when he is fucking me."

 

I laughed. "Timmy, just remember that you need to do as Ian says. If you do as he says, then that is what is best. You do want to be with him right?"

 

"Yeah, I do," Timmy admitted. He sorta blushed saying it. "I know now that whatever I think about being gay or bi or whatever, I really think Ian is so fucking sexy and strong, and I feel like everything will be okay if I am with him. It's so weird. I used to want to be my own person. I was sooo wrong. It's the best feeling knowing Ian will handle things and tell me what he wants me to do. It makes him so hot."

 

"That's what you should work with then, Timmy. If it feels like the best thing to do, then it is."

 

Timmy seemed to think about that for a bit. I got up and went to the refrigerator down here. I grabbed a bottle of wine and a couple glasses laying around. I poured each of us some white wine. I gave him his glass.

 

"Ian really forced the issue of me being his faggot with my parents the last couple days," he said slowly. "I was just going to come out to them as gay, but he told me if I came out, I couldn't say I was his boyfriend. I could say I was his fag, I thought about it and decided to tell my Dad. My Mom never talked sex, ever and she was often cold to discussion about anything like sex."

 

As we drank the wine, Timmy spilled all sorts of details. I laughed when he told me Ian had fucked his mom silly and changed her thinking on sex. I gasped at how his Dad admitted to being bi and then when Timmy came out as a fag, his Dad made him suck him off. Eventually Timmy took off his thong and pants to show me more about his cage. I dropped my pants and showed how my dick was connected to my taint. We were standing there naked, locked up, closely examining our clits when we both started laughing.

 

"Now, do you wish you had fucked me at Thanksgiving when Bailey was here and we tried to get you to do that?" I asked him. He laughed, we were kinda buzzed.

 

"No, not really. I was doing what Ian wanted me to do. I got my ass beat hard for getting fucked by a frat brother without getting his permission. He'd have done that if I had fucked you."

 

"But now, you can't fuck anyone," I pointed out the obvious. "Do you miss fucking girls?" He blushed a little.

 

"Not really. I mean, it was okay. I like girls, but, it just wasn't as exciting or thrilling as being with Ian. I didn't really have the luck with girls like Ian. It wasn't like I got to do it all the time."

 

"Did you ever fuck a guy?"

 

"No," he said. "You ever fuck anyone?"

 

"Never," I told him. "I've never used my clit for anything other than to pee, really. Sometimes I used to jack off."

 

"I haven't jacked off in months," Timmy admitted. "Once Ian started making use of my mouth, I just came when he was cumming. It was so hot that I just seemed to cum. I cum more since he started making me his fag than I ever did jacking off. I guess I just wasn't all that motivated to jack off, but now, I can't even get hard."

 

"You won't need to," I explained. "Believe me, when you need to cum, you'll figure out how to do it. I did, the other fags do. Even though you were hard you weren't touching it I bet."

 

"No, never. Ian hated that."

 

Suddenly we heard a voice clearing itself. It was Billy. He startled us.

 

"Uhm, I was sent to let you know we'll be eating soon," he said staring at us standing there naked. "So, uh, what are you guys doing?"

 

"We were comparing our lack of dicks," I answered laughing. Timmy giggled a little too. "Do you have a dick Billy?" I asked coyly.

 

"Yes, of course," he said.

 

I moved over closer to Billy and showed him how mine was locked down, then Timmy showed him how his was all locked up.

 

"Show us your dick, Billy. It's only fair that we get to see yours too now," I added.

 

"I don't know guys. I don't usually,"

 

"Oh, come on Billy," Timmy said catching on to some fun. "Just get it hard and show us what a hard dick looks like on a fag."

 

"I think you guys see a lot of hard cocks," Billy deflected us again.

 

"Please," we both chimed at the same time.

 

He looked around and saw that no one else was near. He undid his pants and let them fall. He had plain old white briefs on. He pulled out his dick and it was soft. It didn't look like much, but I did wonder what it looked like hard.

 

"You could fit in my cage easily," Timmy told him.

 

"I bet you could be pierced down to your taint easily enough too," I said. "Can you get it hard?"

 

"Of course," he replied. He started pulling on it and nothing was really happening. I mean it stretched out a lot when he pulled it, but who knew what it looked like when hard.

 

"What do you think about to get hard," I asked him. He blushed.

 

"Nothing, really," Billy replied. I didn't believe him. I could see in his response, something got him hard. "Sometimes it just takes a while."

 

"It's okay, Billy. Just close your eyes and think about whatever it is."

 

When Billy closed his eyes, I pointed for Timmy to get on his knees. Timmy took a few seconds but finally caught on. He was shaking his head no, but I was pointing to the floor. He got on his knees. I wanted to see Billy hard.

 

"Go ahead, we'll watch," I told him.

 

"It's weird. I don't usually do this. I don't jack very often, and not with people around."

 

I pointed at Timmy and then at Billy's dick. Timmy shook his head no. I pointed again and he still refused. What a little cunt, I thought. I got down on my knees too, very quietly. Billy was still pulling on his dick. I got ready and then as he pulled back on his dick and his fist was at the base, I leaned forward and took his dick into my mouth. Billy let out a gasp and opened his eyes.

 

"No!" he gasped. "Don't do that."

 

"Why not, Billy?" Timmy asked.

 

 

"No one has done that in a long time."

 

"Maybe you should try it," I suggested.

 

"You should enjoy this while your dick is unlocked. Who knows when it might get locked up, like mine, or like Danni's," Timmy added.

 

"What do you mean?"

 

"Look at us, Billy. All the boys here have their dicks locked eventually. The men are upstairs," I started explaining. "The boys are down here. You should get at least one good blow job in life before my Dad locks you up some day."

 

"He has a point, Billy. Danni is locked up, I'm locked up now. How long do you think Mr. McNeil will let you be the boy in the house before he locks you up? Men want the boys locked," Timmy explained.

 

Billy didn't say anything. He looked down at me on my knees and at Timmy standing there next to him. His hand was still on his dick, but he wasn't hard. He pulled on it a few times.

 

"Do you really think he'll lock me up? Really?" he asked.

 

It sounded like he might want that. I decided to keep playing that card.

 

"If it were me, I'd use my dick before it happens. Otherwise you'll be like me. I never used mine for anything except jacking."

 

"Wow," Timmy made it sound like he was surprised. "I fucked a few girls, and a couple even sucked me off, before I met Ian and well, now it may never happen again. He hasn't said if I'll ever get out of this cage."

 

"Okay, okay, I get it," Billy seemed convinced. "Get busy, suck me off," he said tentatively.

 

I stuck out my tongue, and licked at his dick again. When he didn't stop me I slurped up the head of his dick and started sucking.

 

"You too, Timmy," Billy instructed. "Get busy down there and get me off. I'm not going to do this unless everyone is doing it."

 

Timmy looked hesitant but eventually he leaned in and began licking at Billy's balls.

 

"I can't believe you guys are doing this," Billy said. "You are really slutty. Suck my dick you sluts."

 

Billy seemed to be getting into it. His dick was getting hard. It was already bigger than mine and I pulled off his dick to tell him so. Timmy agreed that it was bigger than his too, before swooping it into his mouth and swallowing it all whole.

 

"Oh god, that feels so intense," Billy moaned. "Yeah, swallow it all."

 

When Timmy got Billy fully hard he was probably about 8 inches. I wondered why he had never used it much. It was a nice cock. Timmy and I took turns swallowing it and slurping on his nuts. We were giving full attention to Billy. I don't think he'd every had anyone pleasure his dick.

 

"Oh, wow. Oh, god. Your throats are so hot."

 

Billy put his hands on our heads and sorta pulled them around and changed mouths when he felt like it. His control was not like Dad's or Daddy Devish. He wasn't a dominant sort of guy I didn't think. I looked at Timmy's locked dick. It was straining at his cage. That must hurt I thought as I recalled my first several days locked down.

 

"Doesn't that hurt?" I asked Timmy, pointing to his caged dick.

 

He pulled off Billy's dick and agreed it hurt. "It hurts a lot right now."

 

It didn't take all that long, once Billy got hard. Timmy and I were taking turns worshipping his cock. Lapping every inch of it and squeezing it in our throats. Billy grabbed his dick at the base and pulled it away from us.

 

"I'mÉgonnaÉcum," he whispered. He moved his fist up and down a couple times and began spraying our faces.

 

"Holy shit," Timmy said. "That's a lot of cum."

 

Billy's body shook and he just kept gasping as his load kept spurting out. One after another. Splatting us on the face mostly. When he finally finished, I looked at Timmy and he was looking at me. If I looked like he did I was drenched in cum. It was running off his chin and lodged in his hair.  I laughed, and Timmy did too.

 

"Don't laugh," Billy said. "That's how I cum. It's embarrassing."

 

I leaned over to Timmy and I licked his face. I wanted to taste it. Then he started licking my face. We took turns licking and soon had cleaned up all the cum from each other and then finished with a big tongue kiss. It was kinda hot, eating all that huge load off Timmy. I mean, it was hot thinking I could kiss him and know that nothing would happen. He couldn't fuck me or anything. Billy was already dressed again before Timmy and I finished. He wasn't looking at us or anything.

 

"It's hot watching you guys kiss. You can't do anything but kiss each other. There's nothing hard, sorta like two women grinding against each other. You better clean-up for real, the food is probably ready by now. Please don't tell Mr. McNeil I did that."

 

"Don't worry, Billy. Even if word gets out, I am sure it will be fine. You did what any man would do with two naked fags," I told him.

 

"Thanks, Billy." Timmy looked at him blushing a little. "That's the biggest load I've ever seen. It was pretty cool."

 

"You don't think it's weird?"

 

"No," we both said. "It was hot!"