Date: Sat, 12 Dec 2015 16:49:21 -0500
From: Rafi Daud <rafidaud69@gmail.com>
Subject: THE NIGHT erik....., Chapter 3

       This story is either the true story of a nineteen-year-old boy named
erik who is being trained to be a total cock whore or a figment of the
author's imagination or it could be a mixture of both.  It's up to the
reader to decide for himself which it is.  All I will say is that whether
true or fictional, the author is not erik, Master, or George.  He is simply
the author.  This is also copyrighted material.  So while you're welcome to
make a personal copy for yourself, any other reproduction or reposting is
not allowed without the prior written consent of the author.

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future chapters will be dependent on erik's willingness to continue to
share his on-going experience or on the author's ability to conjure up
future plot developments

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THE NIGHT erik.....


Chapter 3


.....BEGAN his GIRLY TITS, pt. 1


	erik was pretty much nervous for the entire week after his Friday
night session with George, and he was sore for a good portion of it, too,
particularly his pussy.  he'd had a number of sessions with Master and
George during his earlier training in which his pussy had seen a lot more
action.  One night, he remembered, Master had fucked him three times and
George had banged him twice.  But even though he took five loads of hot
Man-seed up his fuck-chute that night, erik's cunt hadn't been nearly as
sore as the previous Friday night session with just George had left it.

        George had really done a number on his boy-twat and it wasn't until
Monday morning that erik's pussy-lips finally managed to close up and even
then they were still swollen and tender to the touch.  And taking a dump on
Monday morning, the first time he experienced a bowel movement since George
had so brutally fucked him, hurt so badly that erik had to grab a towel and
stuff it in his mouth to keep from screaming in pain.

	One of the reasons erik was so nervous was that he had not only
told both Master and George that he wanted to return to training and to
begin servicing more Real Men, but he had also mentioned that he wanted
them to work on increasing his pain tolerance.  Right now, he knew that it
was pretty low; he cried way too easily and too quickly.  he knew that as a
slave-bitch he could expect to endure frequent physical abuse for the
sexual gratification of Real Men and while, as a lowly faggot slut, the
Real Men abusing him would not be surprised that he eventually cried - and
many would actually enjoy seeing him sobbing and weeping like a little girl
while they molested and abused him - they would also expect that it would
take a significant amount of pain to reduce him to tears.  erik realized
that, without adequate training, he would never be able to fulfill those
expectations and that this would reflect poorly on Master.

	Having actually asked Master and George to increase his pain
tolerance, erik knew that it was almost a certainty that his future
sessions would be far more painful than the ones he had already experienced
- and most of those had been sufficient to leave him crying and carrying on
like a little boy getting his tushie spanked hard for the first time.  he
hoped that they would go slowly with him, making allowances for his obvious
inability to handle pain, but he realized that the two of them, being Real
Men, would be in total control and it was up to each of them to decide just
how much pain they wanted to mete out to their pussyboy slut.  erik was
just going to have to take whatever they wanted to give him and pray to God
that he was able to handle it.

	The two Men were obviously coordinating their respective sessions
with the boy.  erik was told to report to George's house at 6:00 p.m. on
Friday night and then to Master's house on Saturday, though the time he was
to be there hadn't yet been specified.  erik was pretty sure that these
back-to-back sessions were going to leave him really sore, but he was
beginning to get used to that.  Master had already warned him that once he
was fully trained erik could expect to 'wake up sore and aching all over
every morning for the rest of your pathetic life.'

        The way Master laughed when He told erik that had sent a chill down
the boy's spine but it had also caused the teenager's boyclit to visibly
dance as it jutted out from his smooth crotch.  Master noticed the boy's
reaction and just shook his head with amused contempt.  erik really was the
most completely submissive boy-slut He had ever trained.  he was a born
slave-bitch and a lot of the degradation that most boys had to be forced to
accept he just naturally embraced as his proper state.

	erik had tried to mentally prepare himself for this session with
George, telling himself over and over again that although he was naturally
a slave-bitch - that much seemed already clear from his training - he still
needed to avoid acting like a little boy, or what was worse, a little girl,
just because Real Men were inflicting pain on him.  he needed to accept the
pain being inflicted upon him the way Master told him a well-trained
slave-bitch should - not merely stoically but willingly, because this was
what his Master wanted; and, when the pain finally got too much and the boy
could no longer keep from crying, to do so with some modicum of
self-respect and not like a little baby.  "Because, bitch," Master had
warned him, "if you start carrying on like a little baby while I'm working
on your slut body, I'm going to make sure to give you something to really
cry about and it will make the pain you'd thought was so terrible seem like
a child's game of patty-cake."  Since Master never threatened anything that
He wasn't willing to carry out, erik knew this was a promise he could take
to the bank, though actually cashing it would probably result in a level of
pain the teenager had never before even imagined suffering.

	When erik arrived at George's house that Friday night he was
determined to meet the expectations that George and Master had for him.  he
knew that at some point in the evening he would doubtless be crying in pain
- that seemed inevitable - but the boy was going to do his utmost to give
into the pain only after he had made a respectable showing that he wasn't a
baby, he wasn't a little girl.  he was going to do his best to comport
himself as Master said a slave-bitch ought to.

	George's door had been left unlocked again, so erik let himself
him.  he quickly stripped, folded up his clothes and left them on a chair
in the living room, and then assumed the proper bitch position in the
center of the room - on his knees, which were spread as far apart as he
could manage, his hands behind his head, his eyes cast down to the floor,
submissively awaiting whatever use George desired to make of him.

	Unlike the previous Friday, when George had made the boy wait a
significant amount of time before making His entrance, the Man came into
the room just moments after the boy had assumed the position.  He took a
quick walk around the kneeling teenager and then merely said, "you're
looking good, bitch; good enough to fuck.  So why don't you get your faggot
ass into the kitchen so that I can give you the pounding a slut-boy like
you deserves."

	"Yes, sir," erik replied, scrambling to his feet.

	"Who the fuck told you that you could stand up, bitch?" George
screamed at him.  "Get back on your knees, you stupid cunt.  In my house, a
cuntboy like you crawls wherever he needs to go, on his hands and knees,
like the lowlife bitch he is.  Do you understand that, faggot?" he asked,
while administering a stinging slap to erik's right butt-cheek.

	"Yes, sir.  Sorry, sir," the teenage boy meekly replied, having
immediately dropped back to the floor when he heard George's angry tirade.
his ass stung from the force of the Man's hand, but the boy figured that
was merely a harbinger of the type of abuse he'd probably be taking as long
as this session lasted.  Unfortunately, that was one thing the boy had no
idea about.  he had asked George how long he'd be at the Man's house when
George first texted him and told him to report on Friday night.  The Man
had scornfully replied that erik would stay there as long as George wanted
him to and that was all that any 'fucking cum-dump' needed to know.

        erik hoped he wouldn't be staying the entire night.  George was
really rough on him even when He was in a good mood and the Man seemed to
be in an exceptionally foul mood already.  Even though the boy could never
actually remember Master intervening to protect him, he still felt more
comfortable servicing George when Master was around.  George might not be
in the greatest physical shape but He was still a lot bigger that erik and
the boy knew that he'd be unable to prevent the Man from doing anything He
wanted to do to the teenager.  Part of erik accepted the fact that the Man
actually had the right to do anything He wanted to do to him but that
didn't keep erik from being really scared of George - and worried about
what was in store for him during this session with the Man.

	Crawling on his hands and knees, as he'd been ordered, erik made
his way into the kitchen.  Even without George's declaration, erik would
have been pretty sure what was coming.  The kitchen was where George
preferred to fuck the teenager since that way the boy-jizz that erik
inevitably shot off wouldn't stain the carpets which pretty much ran
throughout the rest of the house.  And erik did have to admit that it was a
lot easier slurping up his spent boy-seed from the kitchen's tile floor
than it would be from the carpet in the living room.

	Sure enough, erik scarcely had time to get into the proper position
to get fucked - legs way apart, lower back arched up - before he could hear
George dropping his pants and moving close behind him.  The previous
Friday, George had lubed erik up with cooking oil but this time the Man
didn't bother with any lube.  He just spit once on the head of His cock and
then proceeded to bury it, balls-deep, into the teenager's tight little
pussy.  Despite all his mental preparation ahead of time, erik shrieked as
his boycunt was roughly invaded by the Man's thick 7-inch boner.

	erik had douched himself, as he always did when he had a session
scheduled with either Master or George, right before he left the house so
his cunt-chute was clean.  But, as was usually the case, the douching had
somewhat tenderized his pussyhole.  Normally, since both Men usually liked
to play around with the boy before they fucked him, his boy-twat had a
chance to recover somewhat before the Men used it.  Tonight, though, since
George had decided to plow the teenager's cunt at the very beginning of the
session, erik's hole was still suffering from its post-douching soreness so
George's rough, unlubricated, penetration was particularly painful.  When
the Man pulled all the way out and then immediately thrust back in again,
erik couldn't keep from letting another high-pitched shriek escape his
lips.

	"That's it bitch," George laughed behind him, "scream all you want.
you know how it turns me on to hear you yelling like a little girl, like a
little bitch, as a Real Man cores out your pussy.  But I have to give you
this, cuntboy; you do have one incredibly tight little boy-twat.  It feels
real good around my Man-meat.  Real good.  So what I want you to do now,
you little whore," He continued, taking the opportunity to smash both of
His hands onto the teenager's quivering buttocks, "is squeeze that pussy
tight around My big cock.  Make your Man feel good while He's fucking the
hell out of your slimy faggot cunt."  George delivered an additional series
of hard slaps to the boy's quickly- reddening butt as erik tried to tighten
his already ravaged hole, even though doing that made him wince at the
barbs of pain that seemed to spread throughout his entire body.

	Still laughing at the pathetic cuntboy in front of Him, George
launched a ferocious assault on the teenager's hot little pussy.  He had
been really horny the whole week just thinking of the boy's tight little
cunt and now that he was wedged inside of it, pounding away at it with
abandon, he was in seventh heaven.  Having a teenage fuck-boy like erik at
His beck and call was so much hotter that He'd ever imagined it would be.
The boy's hole was just made for fucking.  If erik's father had even an
inkling of what a hot little piece of ass he had walking around the house,
he'd never let the boy out the front door.  Fuck, no.  He'd keep the little
pussy tied spread-out on a bed where he could use the boy's hole whenever
he got the urge.  He'd never let this cum-dump who he had raised as his son
out of his sight.  Not with a hole like the one the little whore had
between his legs, he wouldn't.  He'd keep the little bitch naked and
restrained, ready to be used night or day whenever he wanted a hot piece of
boypussy.

	And that's exactly what George would do with the teenage cuntboy
right now if only He could.  Of course, it would be kind of hard to explain
to his wife what their good friend's naked son was doing in the guest
bedroom spread-eagled on the bed, his wrists and ankles tied off to the
corner posts, his beautiful little bubble-butt on full display with a
steady trickle of Man-scuzz leaking out of his swollen and obviously
freshly-abused cunt-lips.  That would be definitely be difficult to
explain, no matter how hard George tried.

        But, if things worked the way He and Keith, the boy's Master, were
pretty sure they would, it'd only be a couple of months before the boy was
permanently ensconced in Master's playroom where, Keith had assured George,
he would always be available for George to use however He wanted, whenever
He wanted - unless, of course, Keith was already using the little whore,
though He had told George even then He'd be willing to share the boy.
After all, Keith had said, that's what Men do when they find a good piece
of pussy - they share it with their friends, all their friends.  And Keith
had lots of friends.  erik's cunt wasn't going to get much rest once he
settled in with his Master, that was for sure.

	The downside, however, was that with all the use the boy's
fuck-hole was going to see in the future, there was no way it was going to
stay as tight as it was now.  Which was too bad, because right now it was
as tight as a fucking vise around George's cock.  George couldn't remember
his wife's pussy ever being this tight.  George would have liked to prolong
this first fuck, particularly since it was clear from the way the boy was
carrying on that he was in a lot of pain, but the teenager's grasping
fuck-channel was squeezing the Man's cock so hard that George knew He'd be
shooting off any minute.  So He just decided to go with it.  He began
plunging into the pussyboy's hole with an unrestrained fury, literally
forcing the teenager to slide all across the kitchen floor.

	He reached under the boy and, sure enough, the slut's boyclit was
throbbing and leaking pre-cum.  He started stroking the boy off - even
though he probably didn't need it.  The little whore had an amazing ability
to cum without any manipulation when he was getting his cunt reamed out, so
he'd probably shoot his teenage scuzz all over the floor regardless of
whether or not George worked his cocklette.  But George actually enjoyed
stroking erik off while He was fucking him.  It served to remind the Man
that, regardless of the screams and squeals emanating from the bitch's
mouth that sounded so girlish, it was actually a studly-looking teenage
boy, a boy who'd played football and soccer on his high school teams, who
He was fucking and making into His total cock-whore.  That made the whole
scene so much hotter for the Man.

	As usual, it didn't take long for George to bring the boy off.  The
little cuntboy just couldn't help himself.  With a loud moan and a shudder
that wracked his entire body, erik began spewing his hot, creamy white
boy-seed all over the floor.

        Normally, George enjoyed continuing to fuck the boy a long time
after the little bitch shot his load of boy-scuzz - He knew that once the
teenager got his nut it was harder for him to handle the relentless
battering of his stretched-out boycunt and hearing the boy groan and
whimper and even cry as the Man continued to ream out his tender hole
really turned George on.  But George was too horny to wait right then.
Almost simultaneously with erik's orgasm, George reached His own and began
pumping His thick Man-crud up the teenager's stuffed fuck-channel, the
Man's shouts of ecstasy being accompanied by erik's squeals of pain as his
pussy absorbed a final flurry of frenzied thrusts up his battered
cunt-hole.

	George collapsed on the teenager's sweaty back as his lungs gasped
for oxygen.  There was something about fucking the teenager's hot little
boycunt that made the Man push His own limits when He was banging the boy.
He fucked erik like He was still a strapping twenty-year-old in the prime
of His vigor and youth, but the reality, of course, was that those years
were now long gone and it always took George a while to recover from His
exertions after He'd fucked the boy.  Given the full evening He had planned
for erik, George was sure to be exhausted by the time He called it quits.
But, then again, He always was when the little bitch spent the entire night
with Him.

        But George knew it was worth it.  Fucking a young teenage stud, at
the cusp of manhood, at the height of his adolescent attractiveness, was
such an unbelievable turn-on.  Just rubbing His hands up and down the
teenager's silky skin was a real treat but that was nothing compared to the
thrill George got when He pulled the boy down on His lap and slapped and
swatted the teenager's beautiful butt over and over again until it went
from a milky-white to a glowing crimson, all the while watching as the boy
progressed from shudders and groans and whimpers to shrieks and squeals and
pleas for the Man to stop, carrying on like a little girl crying her eyes
out.  Doing that to the teenager, turning a masculine stud-boy into a weepy
little bitch, always gave the Man an incredible high - and a rigid boner,
too.

	But, even that thrill was nothing like the pleasure George got from
coring out the teenager's hot little boy-twat, fucking him like a sleazy
bitch and then leaving behind a huge deposit of His steaming sperm inside
the boy's ravaged hole.  He and Keith had taken a nineteen-year-old boy,
born with an asshole between his legs, a hole Nature had designed to allow
him to discharge bodily wastes, and in a few short months had turned it
into a cunt - a pussy that opened wide when Men took their hard cocks and
jammed them inside and made deposit after deposit of slimy Man-seed in the
boy's hole, breeding him relentlessly like a dog breeds his bitch.  They
had taken erik's ass and made it into a cum-dump for Real Men and they'd
done the same thing with his mouth, too.  They had turned the boy into a
two-legged male bitch and the boy had let them, just as he'd let them turn
him into a human urinal, allowing his mouth to become a piss-hole for Men
to use when they needed to empty their bladders.

        And erik had let them do all that to him because the boy knew,
inside that innermost core of his being, that that was what he was.  he was
a bitch, he was a cum-dump, he was a urinal.  he was anything a Real Man
wanted to make of him.  he would do anything a Real Man wanted him to do.
he was a slave-bitch and that's what slave-bitches did - they served as
bitches for Real Men.

	George had led an active sex life when He was younger.  But there
was simply no experience before now that gave Him anywhere near the sexual
jolt He felt when He was fucking erik, fucking one of his best friend's
teenage son, turning the teenager into his personal cum-dump, his own
private urinal.  Fucking erik was the hottest thing He'd ever done and, the
way things were going, He was going to be doing it on a regular basis from
now on.  If that left Him exhausted, it was a small price to pay for the
sheer physical pleasure of reaming out the teenager's hot little fuck-hole.
Besides, George knew He wasn't the only one who was going to be exhausted
after a long night of sexual gymnastics - little erik would be just as
tired as George by tomorrow morning when George brought him over to
Master's house for his second day of sexual use and abuse.

        Of course, erik was going to be more than just tired.  The little
whore would be hurting, too.  he'd be hurting a lot.  George was going to
see to that.  The stupid cunt had actually had the temerity to ask them to
increase his pain tolerance.  Well, that was one request both of them had
decided to honor.  They were going to teach the little whore the truth of
that old maxim - be careful what you ask for because you might get it.
erik had told them that he wanted training in handling pain - he was going
to get that in spades.

        When His breathing finally regularized as He rested His weight on
the teenage boy's sweaty back, George figured it was time for that to
begin.  It was time to start erik's lessons in how to handle pain.  He knew
He was really going to enjoy this part of the evening's activities, even
though he was just as certain that erik wouldn't.

	George straightened up and then roughly yanked his cock from the
boy's hot and now leaking hole.  He placed a hand on the boy's lower back
and used it to lever Himself onto His feet.  The teenager's body sagged a
little at first, but then recovered and held firm.  The moment he could
feel the Man remove His hand, erik crouched down and began licking his
scuzz off the kitchen floor.  he didn't have to be told to do it - he knew
now that every time he shot a load, he licked it up.  That was now a
fundamental rule of his existence.  A bitch cums; a bitch cleans up his
mess with his tongue.

	George couldn't help shaking his head in wry amusement as He
watched the boy scurry around, his face inches from the tile flooring, his
tongued darting out here and there as he slurped up every last drop of his
own ball-juice.  Keith was right.  The boy was a natural slave-bitch.
Hell, he'd even lick out the inside of a commode if he was told to.  A
thought blossomed in the Man's brain and His grin became a full-fledged
smile.  George hated cleaning the toilet but that was one job His wife
insisted He perform.  But there was no need for Him to do it anymore - not
when He had a willing slave-bitch around who could perform the same task
and without using any expensive cleaning supplies either.  erik's tongue
would do just fine.  George would have to remember that tomorrow morning
before He brought the boy over to his Master's house.  Right now, though,
George had other things planned for the little cuntboy.

	He waited until the boy got back on all fours before He gave erik
his next instructions.  There was no need to check the boy's work; the
bitch had learned early on what would happen to him if he missed a single
dollop of his boy-sperm.  George knew His kitchen floor would be spotless
now that the boy had returned to his full, up- right fucking position.
"Okay, bitch," the Man gruffly ordered, "get your faggot ass into the
living room."

	"Yes, sir," erik immediately replied turning around and crawling on
his hands and knees towards the living room.  he hadn't bothered to make
any effort to get back up on his feet.  George had made it clear that, from
now on, he expected the boy to crawl anyplace he was going in the Man's
house.  And, as he continued to crawl towards the living room, erik began
to wiggle his ass back and forth, remembering that the Man had ordered him
to do that last week when he was there.  It was way embarrassing for the
boy to be swishing his ass back and forth like a bitch in heat, but part of
him realized there was an elemental truth at work here - he was a bitch and
he was almost always in heat.  As much as it hurt, he loved the feeling of
a Real Man's cock working away inside his pussy and things had reached a
point where merely thinking about it was enough to make the teenager all
hot and horny.  he really was a slave-bitch - there was no getting around
that.

	Once he arrived in the living room, erik immediately assumed the
proper position.  George moved over to the sofa and settled down.  erik
didn't know what to expect and, as always, this made him apprehensive, but
he tried not to show it too much.  he could feel George looking at him but,
like a well-trained bitch, he knew better than to look up.  he kept his
eyes fastened firmly on the floor until he was spoken to.

	"Stand up, bitch," George suddenly ordered.

	"Yes, Sir," erik immediately replied, getting to his feet.

	"I want you on my lap, bitch," George directed.

	"Yes, Sir," erik replied, swallowing hard.  he wasn't surprised he
was going to be spanked.  George definitely enjoyed spanking him.  Not as
much as Master, maybe.  Master simply loved spanking erik's firm teenage
bubble-butt and erik had never had a single session with Master where he
didn't get his ass spanked.  But there was no question that George enjoyed
it, too.  And, though he'd never tell Master this, George actually spanked
him harder than Master did.

	But, even as erik moved to spread himself face down on George's
lap, the Man corrected him.  "No, bitch," He told him, not bothering to
hide His amusement.  "I don't want to spank you - at least not right now.
Now I want to play with your tits.  So I want you sitting on my lap, like a
good little boy having a nice talk with his father."

	Gingerly, afraid of making some mistake, erik lowered his body onto
George's lap until his ass was firmly nestled on the Man's thighs and erik
could feel the Man's bristly pubic hairs rubbing against his skin.  George
reached down and gathered erik's boyclit and boy-balls in His hand.  Even
though he had just shot a good-sized load of boy-scuzz in the kitchen, the
teenager's dick had already re-hardened.

	George didn't say anything for a few minutes.  Instead, He
continued to fondle the boy, playing with the teenager's junk like they
were toys, squeezing the balls until erik moaned, stroking his boyclit
until he was squirming on George's lap, chuckling as He felt erik's
cocklette throb and jerk and begin to leak dollops of pre-cum from the
flaring crown's piss-slit.  George knew that all teenage boys were
incredibly horny and easy to arouse, but this little whore seemed to be in
a class all by himself.  he seemed to be hard all the time, no matter what
you were doing to him.

	Needless to say, the boy made no effort to protect himself.  he
kept both hands behind his head as he'd been trained.  he knew that his
body was essentially public property, always to be available for Real Men
to use and abuse however they were inclined.  If George wanted to play with
his body and feel him up the way erik used to do with his girlfriends, that
was George's right.  It was pretty embarrassing just sitting there and
letting George play with him like he was some chick but at least there
wasn't anyone else there watching Him do it.  erik was grateful just for
that.

	After a while, George let go of the teenager's boycock and began
stroking erik's hairless groin.  Keith was definitely right in insisting
the boy keep his body totally hairless.  The teenager's skin was flawless
and so smooth to the touch that it really did feel like silk when you ran
your hand over it.  And erik, total slut that he was, couldn't help
squirming in renewed heat as George's hand ran all over his groin and then
slowly began to work its way, past his well-defined abs, up to his nicely
developed chest.  And then slowly, deliberately, George took the boy's
right tit in his fingers and squeezed.  Hard.

	Immediately, the boy jerked on his lap and let out a muffled
shriek.  "Are your tits sensitive, bitch?" George asked with mock concern.

	"Yes, Sir.  They are," erik replied, trying hard not to squirm as
the Man maintained His grip on the boy's aching nub.  his tits had always
been real sensitive.  And also seemed directly connected to his cock.  erik
had discovered very early as a young adolescent that all he had to do was
squeeze his nipples a couple of times and his cock would get hard as a
board.  And erik had also discovered that squeezing his nipples while he
was jerking his hard boy-cock was a perfect way to precipitate an orgasm.
But erik had always manipulated them gently - just teasing them enough to
get them hard and aroused.  George was pinching his right nipple way harder
than erik had ever worked it himself.  And it hurt.  It really hurt.

	Just looking at the boy's face, it was obvious to George that he
was in pain.  'Fuck,' the Man thought.  'I'm not really pinching that hard
and it already hurts him.  This is going to be a lot of fun.'  Aloud, He
inquired with the same faux tone of concern, "Am I hurting you, bitch?"

	erik wasn't sure how to answer this question.  he knew he was
always supposed to tell Real Men the truth, but he had already discovered
that, sometimes when he did, he got into trouble for being honest - as much
as he would have had he been caught lying.  So he equivocated.  he
answered, "A little, Sir.  Not that much, Sir," when in truth his tit
really hurt a lot.

	George was amused by the boy's obvious lie.  Just looking at the
way his eyes had squinched up, it was obvious the teenager felt a lot of
pain, but he was clearly trying to hide how much pinching his right tit
hurt him.  'Damn,' the Man thought.  'This is definitely going to be fun.'
Aloud, George began along the line of attack He and Keith had already
agreed upon.

	"you know, boy," the Man began conversationally, still holding on
tightly to the boy's right nipple, "you have a real fine bitch's body right
now.  Hairless and smooth.  Nicely, but not overly, developed.  A
serviceable pair of boy-balls and a nice boyclit - not that you'll ever
have much future practical use for that, but it is at least aesthetically
pleasing to see it jutting out from your shaven crotch, showing how excited
you are to be of service to Real Men.  The only really disappointing parts
of your body are your tits, boy.  We need to do something about them."

	erik looked at George's face which was literally just inches from
his own.  While the Man's voice seemed to exude concern, there was also a
noticeable undercurrent of eagerness and that unsettled the boy.  he had
already learned that whenever either George or Master displayed an anxious
anticipation there was something coming that erik would almost certainly
not enjoy.  "What do you mean, Sir?" he asked warily.

	"Well, just look at your tits, boy," George replied, finally
removing His fingers from the boy's right nub.  "you see how flat they lie
against your chest, don't you?"

	"Yes, Sir," erik agreed, not understanding where this conversation
was going.  his tits did lie flat against his chest, though erik couldn't
help but notice that the right one, which George had been molesting, seemed
slightly larger - and definitely redder.

	"Well that's all wrong, boy," George explained with force.  "That's
all wrong.  Real Men like their bitches to have nice, big juicy tits.  Tits
that stand out from their bitches' chests.  Tits they can easily grab onto
and squeeze.  Tits they can bite into and milk.  Tits that are sensitive to
the touch.  Nice big girly tits.  Not little boy tits, like you have now.
you'd look so much better with a pair of nice big girly tits on your chest.
Don't you think so, boy?  Don't you agree?"

	erik had no idea what to say.  his tits were small, that was true,
and they did lay pretty flat on his chest.  But he had never thought much
about that.  All of his friends had had pretty much the same type of tits -
though of course they had never discussed them and, even if they had, they
would never had referred to them as 'tits.'  That was a term for girls -
and, as erik had recently learned, for bitches like him.  erik now knew he
had 'tits' on his chest, though he wasn't sure he wanted 'girly tits' the
way George described them.  But he had also learned that what he wanted
really didn't count for squat - if Real Men thought he should have 'girly
tits' on his chest, he should have 'girly tits' on his chest.  So he
answered, "If you think so, Sir.  Yes, Sir."

	But, having answered George's question the way he thought the Man
wanted him to, he was disconcerted to see that George was still staring at
him as if He expected some further response.  Clueless as to the type of
response that was expected of him, erik simply said what he was actually
thinking.  "But these are the tits i was born with, Sir, and i don't know
how i would go about turning them into 'girly tits.'"

	From the way George's face lit up with a broad grin, erik assumed
that he had provided the right answer.  And, sure enough, when the Man
replied to him, He began by congratulating the boy on his response.  "That
was a very good answer, bitch.  I'm glad to hear that you'd like to have a
pair of girly tits.  Because you see, boy, it's not that difficult to turn
a pair of small, flat boy-tits into big juicy girly tits and I know just
how to do it.  All you need to do is work on them like this for an hour or
two every day."  And with that He brought his hand back up to erik's right
tit and squeezed down with all his might.  Despite all the promises erik
had made to himself during the week, he couldn't help squealing in agony as
his tender boy-tit was crushed between the Man's two fingers.

	But George didn't let up.  Instead, He took His left arm which was
wrapped around the boy's back, holding him steady on the Man's lap, and
brought it around to the teenager's chest.  A moment later George's left
hand was squeezing erik's left tit with the same force being applied to the
boy's already inflamed right tit, eliciting a high-pitched screech of pain
from the teenager.

	To erik, it felt as if an open flame was being waved across his two
tits.  he couldn't believe how much they hurt.  erik hadn't realized that
anything could hurt that much.  But before he could even beg George to
stop, to stop squeezing his tits so painfully, the Man forestalled him.

	"I know this is painful boy.  I know this is hurting you.  But
remember, you asked us to increase your pain tolerance and this is an
excellent way to do it.  It's like getting two for one.  Not only do you
get to work on handling pain the way a bitch should be able to, but you're
getting your tits worked on so that they'll become nice big juicy girly
tits - which is what you want.  Isn't it, boy?"

	Through tear-filled eyes, erik looked at the Man, finally
understanding what was going on.  he knew he was trapped.  he knew he'd
been played and maneuvered into asking for 'girly tits.'  But he also knew
that it made no difference.  If George and Master had decided to give him
'girly tits' and torture his boy-tits to do it, they would do just that,
regardless of how erik felt about it.  he was their fucking slave-bitch and
they could do anything they wanted to do to him.  Any resistance on his
part really was futile.  So erik told the Man what he wanted to hear.
"Yes, Sir," he softly agreed through clenched teeth.  "That's what I want -
a pair of girly tits."

	George was grinning at him like a Cheshire cat.  "And that's what
we're going to give you, boy.  It'll take some time and it'll probably
cause you a lot of pain, but in the end you'll have a pair of girly tits
that will jut out from your chest and show through any shirt you wear so
that, even if you're clothed, any Real Man who sees you will be able to
tell at a glance that you're a boy who has a woman's cooch between his
legs."  George couldn't help but laugh aloud as he watched the boy's entire
body flush scarlet in a mixture of embarrassment and pain.

	"you'd like that bitch, wouldn't you?" George continued on, goading
the boy, "walking around with a pair of big girly tits showing through your
shirt, letting Real Men everywhere know you're just a horny faggot bitch
eager to be of service to them.  And then, when you stripped down so they
could use your slut body, your big girly tits would be standing out from
chest, just screaming to be squeezed and pinched like I'm doing to them
now.  you'd like that, cuntboy, wouldn't you?"

	"Yes, Sir," erik managed to squeak out, the tears now flowing
freely down his face, his entire body seeming to vibrate as wave after wave
of pain coursed outward from his already inflamed nipples.

	"I just knew you would, boy," George chuckled.  "I just knew you
would."  With that he gave both nipples a vicious twist as the teenager
squealed in pain.  "Well, we need to get you started on your girly tits
right away.  But don't worry.  I'll do all the work.  you just sit on my
lap and relax, bitch."  Then, His face alight with the pleasure He was
feeling, the Man started to really go to work on the boy's tits.

	It was probably the most agonizing hour of erik's entire life up
until then.  George was relentless.  He pinched, squeezed, twisted, and
pulled the boy's tender tits over and over and over again, pausing every so
often only long enough for the blood to return to the tortured nubs before
returning to the assault.  And, occasionally, George would lean forward and
take one of the boy's tits in his mouth and then bite down on it, as the
teenager howled in pain.  That was the worst - when the Man bit into the
boy's tender tits.  Nothing had ever hurt as much as that.

        But even when George wasn't biting down on his nubs, the boy was in
agony.  erik squirmed continuously on the Man's lap, moaning and even
squealing as his teenage tits were brutally and mercilessly molested, the
tears just flowing down his face onto his chest, occasional sobs racking
his body, his hands clasped behind his head just shaking as the pain
mounted and mounted until it felt like his tits were being crushed inside
two pairs of needle-nose pliers.

        Every so often, he would beg George to stop, plead with Him that it
was just too painful, but George simply told him that he had to stop acting
like a baby.  After all, He reminded the boy, he was the one who said he
wanted girly tits and so he should be willing to do what it took to develop
them.

        Hearing the Man excusing His actions by blaming them on erik's
desire to have a pair of girly tits just increased the boy's sense of
frustration and helplessness.  he hadn't wanted a pair of girly tits; that
was what Master and George wanted him to have.  But he'd been forced to ask
for them because he knew he had no choice.  Now, when he complained how
much it hurt to have George viciously pinching and manipulating his poor
tits, he was told it was his own fault because he wanted girly tits and
erik just had to sit there and act like that was true.

        erik knew that being used and abused like George was doing now was
part and parcel of his future life as a slave-bitch; he knew this was what
he had to look forward to for the rest of his life and that he really
didn't have any choice - he was a born slave-bitch.  Master had always told
him that and, over time, erik had come to realize that it was true.

	But there were times, like right now, when he couldn't help wishing
that maybe he hadn't been born that way.  Life as a slave-bitch was so
painful and so degrading most of the time.  Life would have been so much
easier if only he'd been born a Real Man, like Master and George.  But what
choice did he have, he asked himself even as he squealed in anguish after a
particularly nasty bite on his left tit, what choice did he have?  This was
what he was.  This was what he would always be.  A slave-bitch whose
purpose in life was to sexually service Real Men.  Like he was doing now.
Like he'd be doing for the rest of his life.

	And if it was painful and degrading, like it was now, well that was
just something he had to learn to handle.  erik knew that.  That was why he
had asked both Master and George to work on his pain tolerance levels.  he
knew that enduring pain was something he had to get used to.  But knowing
that didn't make suffering through it any easier for the boy and the pain
shooting through his body from his brutalized tits really did seem too much
to bear.  his poor tits just hurt so much.  So much.

	For his part, George was having a great time working on the bitch's
tits.  They were probably the most sensitive part of the little slut's body
and watching the teenage whore squirm and writhe as the Man twisted and
pulled on them was really hot.  Though not as hot as seeing the boy cry and
hearing his pathetic begging, pleading with George to stop.  That was
super-hot and, even though He'd dropped a huge load of Man-slime up the
bitch's pussy just an hour earlier, George's cock was hard as a rail
between his legs.  He was more than ready to fuck this little whore again.

	Glancing down at the boy's crotch, George was surprised to see
that, for once, the teenager's little boyclit wasn't sticking straight into
the air.  It wasn't completely flaccid - the boy's little bone was clearly
plumped up - but it definitely wasn't in its normal state, throbbing and
arching straight up towards the ceiling.  So, the little cunt wasn't a
pain-pig after all.  He and the Keith had speculated about that because of
the way erik frequently shot off while he was being spanked.  That had been
something the teenager had done the very first time he was spanked, without
any manipulation of his boyclit at all.  From that point on, Keith had
wondered whether He had not only a natural born slave-bitch but a pain-pig
as well on his hands.

	Apparently not, judging from the teenager's reaction to having his
tits tortured.  Well, so much the better, as far as George was concerned.
It was much more pleasurable torturing the boy's tits knowing he really
wasn't enjoying it than it would have been if the little whore was actually
getting off on it.  Of course that meant there must be something else
involved that would explain why the boy was always so sexually excited when
he was being spanked.

	Thinking about it, George figured that it most likely had something
to do with the little bitch's upbringing.  George knew that erik's father
had never hesitated to physically discipline the boy as he was growing up.
The bitch's dad used to brag about how he gave all of his sons a spanking
whenever they got out of line, making them bend over and hold their ankles
while he swatted their naked asses.  Given a boy with as strong a natural
bent towards subservience as erik displayed, it probably wasn't surprising
that the young boy found getting a spanking like that to be sexually
charged.

	Thinking about that possibility made George actually laugh.  erik's
old man had thought he was toughening up his son and teaching him how to
behave like a Man when all he was really doing was feeding his boy's
natural proclivities to submit to more dominant males.  He had actually
helped to turn his son into the bitch he was now destined to be - the bitch
George was fucking on a regular basis, using the boy's tight little hole as
His cum-dump and his young teenage mouth as His urinal.  He promised
Himself to make it a point to congratulate erik's dad on how well he had
raised his son the next time He saw him.  And He'd make sure the little
bitch was in the room when He did it - the irony wouldn't be lost on the
piss-drinking faggot and, knowing how easily erik was embarrassed, the boy
was sure to turn beet red.  And his father would just stand there, clueless
as ever as to what was really going on.

	George was still laughing when He happened to glance over to His
clock.  He was surprised to see that He'd been working on the bitch's tits
for well over an hour.  Time did really fly when you were having fun.  He
wasn't finished working the teenager's nubs for the night, but the Man
realized He probably should give the boy a break.  Besides, He was getting
thirsty after all the hard work He'd expended on torturing the boy's nips.
So, He gave the boy's tits one last vicious twist and, after being rewarded
with a loud sob from the boy, simply let go.  Looking at His handiwork,
George felt that He'd made a really good start.  Both tits were vividly
inflamed and looked to be twice if not three times the size they had been
before George had started working on them.

	"So, bitch," the Man told the teenager.  "I think we made a really
good start on your girly tits.  What do you think?"

	erik tried to focus his vision on the swollen nubs that were
burning so badly on his chest, but his eyes kept tearing up.  Even though
George was no longer working his tits, they still felt like a blow-torch
was being raked over them.  If anything, they hurt more right now, as the
blood slowly flowed back into them, than they had just moments earlier.
Tearfully, the boy looked back up at George.

	"Yes, Sir," the boy forced out.  "my tits look a lot bigger."

	"No, boy," the Man immediately corrected him.  "From now on you are
to refer to them not as your 'tits' but as your 'girly tits' or as your
'girly titties.'  Do you understand, bitch?  From now on they're your
'girly tits' or 'girly titties.'"

	"Yes, Sir," erik woodenly replied.

	There was a slight pause.  Then, his eyes taking on a steely gaze,
the Man looked at erik and asked, "Well?"

	erik knew what he was expected to do and he could feel his face
burning in shame.  he looked up at George and, barely stifling another sob,
said, "my girly tits look a lot bigger, Sir."

	"Yes, they do," George responded, adopting an agreeable tone.
"Your girly tits look a lot bigger.  And that's just a start.  In a couple
of months, your girly titties will be way bigger than they are on now.
They'll be girly tits a bitch like you can be proud of; girly tits that
will just beg a Real Man to work them over.  I bet you can't wait for that
bitch, can you?"

	erik swallowed hard and then slowly forced out the words he knew he
had to say, "Yes, Sir.  i can't wait to have a pair of girly tits a bitch
like me can be proud of and that Real Men can really work over and enjoy."

	"I'm sure you can't," George responded with a smile.  Then He
continued, "now get off my lap, bitch, and go get me a beer."

	"Yes, Sir," erik answered, the complete exhaustion he was feeling
clear in his voice.  he lifted himself carefully off the Man's lap, trying
to avoid any contact with his burning tits - his burning girly tits.
Carefully, he dropped to his knees and then leaned forward until his hands
were on the floor.  he began slowly crawling towards the kitchen, trying to
ignore the waves of pain that were still shooting through his body.  his
tits...his girly tits were SO sore.  So incredibly sore.  They just
throbbed in pain.  erik could only hope that the pain would lessen quickly.
The way they felt right now, erik didn't think he could stand having George
even touch them again, much less molest them the way He just had.  No,
there was no way the boy could handle another round like the one he'd just
gone through.  No way on earth.  The boy just prayed that the Man would
leave his girly tits alone for the rest of the night.  But, somehow, he
knew that wasn't going to happen.

	erik knew he was moving slowly, slowly enough to earn himself a
punishment session if George was so inclined, but he just couldn't help it.
Every movement of his body just seemed to exacerbate the pain emanating
from his mashed girly tits.  The boy had always know that his tits were
somehow connected to his cock - to his boyclit - but now, apparently, his
entire body seemed connected to them.  Just moving his arms forward as he
crawled across the floor caused a stabbing pain to shoot from his burning
nubs.  But there was no helping that.  he had to get George a beer and he
knew he needed to do it quickly before the Man decided erik was slacking
off on his responsibilities.  erik knew from bitter experience that, if the
Man thought that, it wouldn't be just his girly tits that would be hurting.

        So, when erik got to the kitchen, he immediately grabbed a beer,
checked to make sure it was cold, and then turned around and made his way
as fast as he could crawl back to the living room, determined to work
through the pain flaring anew from his girly tits.

	When he made it back to the living room, George was still sitting
on the sofa, seemingly distracted by some train of thought running through
His mind.  Grateful that the Man apparently wasn't angry with him, erik
rapidly made his way to the sofa and offered the Man the beer.  George took
it from his hand and took a long swig.  Then, He gave the boy a long,
appraising look. "Get in position, bitch," erik heard Him order.

	"Yes, sir," erik immediately responded, backing away until he was
in the center of the room and then getting up on his knees.  A few seconds
later, he was in proper bitch position, knees far apart, his hands clasped
behind his head, eyes directed towards the floor, trying hard not to
squirm.  Just holding this position seemed to put pressure on his
still-inflamed girly tits and they had begun to throb again in pain.

	George just stared at the boy for a long time, admiring the job
he'd done on the bitch's tits.  If anything, the in-flow of blood had
caused them to swell up even more and they looked bigger now than they had
right after George had finished working on them.  The Man continued to just
stare at the teenager, saying nothing.

	Even though his eyes were fixed on the floor as he'd been trained,
erik could tell that George was just sitting there, looking at him.  He did
this every so often and it always made the boy feel very self-conscious and
not a little frightened.  he could never be sure what idea the Man might
get in His head, what new torture He might be devising for the teenager.
But, as the time stretched on, erik's concern slowly shifted from what
George was thinking about to how uncomfortable it was becoming to maintain
the bitch position.  It was definitely easier kneeling on the carpet of
George's living room than it was on the tile floor of Master's basement
but, when erik was forced to maintain the position long enough, it was no
less painful.  And it was rapidly approaching the point where that was the
case.  So it was with real relief, that erik heard George finally break the
oppressive silence.

        "So, bitch," George asked, "how do your tits feel?"

	erik looked up as he answered George, meeting the Man's gaze as he
been trained to do when he was answering a direct question.  "They're
really sore, Sir.  my tits...my girly tits are really sore, Sir."  Seeing
the fleeting look of disappointment play across the Man's face, erik
realized that he had caught himself just in time.  George had given him a
direct order to refer to his tits as 'girly tits' from now on.  If he had
slipped up, as he almost did, the Man would have been justified in severely
punishing him.  As much as he hated the term, erik realized he'd have to
really work on using 'girly tits' from now on to describe his nipples.
Neither George nor Master would hesitate in the slightest to punish him if
he ever slipped up.

	For his part, George was only slightly disappointed that the boy
had corrected himself before the Man could call him on his infraction.
While He would have definitely enjoyed giving the boy a good ass-thrashing
or another round of tittie-torture, what He really wanted to do right now
was plow the cunt's tight little hole again.  Besides, He didn't really
need any excuse to spank the boy or work his tits again.  He could do that
whenever He felt like it and there would be lots of time later that night
to do just that if He got the urge.  Now, though, it was time to get His
cock serviced.  George could feel his Man-cock hardening between His legs.

	Seeing the way George's cock was lengthening and thickening, erik
told himself to relax his throat.  It seemed pretty clear to the boy that
George intended to fuck his mouth-cunt, so he was surprised when the Man
instead ordered him to stand up.  Tentatively, uncertain what was in store
for him, the boy got to his feet.

	George scooted forward a little on the couch.  Then He directed the
boy to come over to Him.  "Turn around, bitch," He commanded when the
little whore was right in front of Him.  erik immediately complied.  "Now
squat down, bitch, until your cunt-hole is right over My dick."

	erik squatted down until he could feel the Man's hard cock rubbing
up against the cleft between his ass-cheeks.  he remained stationary for a
moment until he felt a stinging slap to his right cheek.  "bitch," George
complained angrily, "I said to get your cunt-hole on top of my dick.  Now
do what you're told, you little slut."

	"Yes, Sir," erik replied apologetically, trying to maneuver his
pussyhole into the proper position.  But it was hard to maintain his
balance, squatting down the way he was, and erik just couldn't seem to
center the Man's dick on his puckered rosette the way the Man wanted.

        George let loose a flurry of slaps on the boy's butt which brought
tears to the teenager's eyes but still the boy just couldn't seem to get it
right.  Finally, sighing in exasperation, George took His cock in His hand
and forcibly wedged its cap tightly against the boy's cunt-lips.  "There,
you stupid bitch," he exclaimed in disgust, "that's where My cock is
supposed to be.  Why is that so hard for a cock-hungry faggot like you to
understand?"

	"i don't know, Sir.  i'm sorry, Sir," erik meekly apologized.  he
stood there, holding position with George's cock resting tightly against
his cunt-lips, wondering how long he was expected to remain like that.

	A second flurry of hard slaps to his butt-cheeks showed erik that
George didn't expect him to remain in that position long.  "What the fuck
are you waiting for, you stupid cunt?" the Man screamed at him.  "Start
fucking your slimy boypussy on My big dick.  Now, you dumb whore.  Now."

	"Yes, Sir.  Sorry, Sir," erik apologized, tears of pain from his
suddenly inflamed buttocks coursing down his face.  he wasn't stupid.  Even
though he'd never been fucked in this position before, he'd seen enough
porn movies to know that George wanted erik to fuck himself on the Man's
hard cock.  But the boy had also learned, the hard way, that if he acted in
anticipation of Master or George's orders, before they actually told him to
do something, he could be punished for that, too.

        That seemed to be a permanent trap that he was living in.  If he
did something before he was directly ordered to, he could be punished for
usurping the role of a Real Man, but if he waited for a direct order he
could be punished for not timely performing the duties called for by his
status as a slave-bitch.  he was in a constant no-win situation and,
invariably, his ass suffered for it, like it was doing right now.  But,
erik had also been in training long enough to realize that there was
nothing he could do about it and that complaining would only make things
much, much worse.  So he swallowed his anger and tried to ignore the
flaring pain from his rapidly reddening ass, concentrating instead on
relaxing his cunt-hole to lessen the pain of what was about to happen
there.

	erik took a deep breath and then began forcing his pussy-lips over
the crown of George's cock.  They were still tender from the pounding they
had taken less than two hours earlier in the kitchen and erik gasped as
they stretched to accommodate the Man's thick tube of flesh.  erik forced
himself to apply even more downward pressure and, accompanied by what
seemed to erik to be a visible flash of brilliant pain that radiated
throughout his entire body, they suddenly yielded, opening wide enough to
engulf the entire head of the Man's cock.

	"Oh, God," erik moaned in pain as his already abraded cunt-lips
were bashed to the sides yet again.

	"Oh, yeah, bitch.  Yeah," George moaned in pleasure underneath him,
as the top of His cock was once again ensconced in the furnace of the
teenager's tight boycunt.  'God damn,' the Man said to Himself, 'the little
whore's hole is still so fucking tight.  So fucking tight.  It makes my
wife's cunt feel like a fucking cavern.'

	George let the waves of pleasure wash over Him a moment before He
spoke again.  "Okay, bitch," He ordered, "now you just sit your boycunt
down on my cock and make My dick feel real good."

	"Yes, Sir," the boy agreed, having no other choice.  Biting his
lower lip, erik forced his aching cunt-chute down around the Man's
throbbing fuck-stick until he could once again feel the man's prickly pubes
scratching his now-burning butt.  The Man seemed so big inside of him.
Bigger than just an hour ago when He'd fucked erik for the first time
tonight.  But, of course, now the boy's cunt-lips were swollen and his
entire fuck-hole tender from its first plowing so that easily could have
explained what erik was feeling.  But to the boy, the cock inside him
seemed massive and the slightest movement seemed to cause barbs of pain to
shoot from his stuffed boypussy.

	But, no sooner had the teenager succeeded in forcing the Man's
entire hard cock up into his already sore and aching pussy-slit than George
told him to get to work.  "Okay, bitch.  Now start fucking yourself on my
cock.  And you better do a good job, too, you lazy cunt.  It's about time
you worked for the dick you love to have coring out your boy-twat.  I want
to see you pounding the shit out of your boycunt.  All the way up and all
the way down, on every stroke.  You understand, bitch?  And I want you
squeezing that little boy-quim of yours as you do it.  You better make my
cuntbuster feel good, bitch, or you'll be sorry.  So get that hole of yours
working.  Now, you lazy slut.  Now!"  George accompanied this last
directive with another hard swat to the boy's butt.

	"Yes, Sir," erik squeaked as another bolt of pain shot from his
buns.  The boy took his hands and rested them on his knees, shifting his
center of gravity forward and making it easier to use his thighs and lower
back to raise and lower the rest of his body.  And then he began doing just
that - fucking himself on the Man's hard cock, reaming out his own hole
while the Man just laid there and enjoyed it.

	For the next five minutes, erik proceeded to fuck himself on
George's cock, grunting and groaning every time his battered boy-hole
totally swallowed the Man's leaking fuck-tool, squealing every time the Man
swatted his butt and told him to move faster, to fuck himself on the big
dick harder and harder.  Though the teenager's thighs were beginning to
burn from the exertion of raising his body up and down at a relentlessly
increasing pace, his pussy was loosening up, so the overall level of pain
erik was experiencing was ebbing.  Not surprisingly, given his history, the
teenager's boyclit was jutting straight out from his hairless crotch,
dribbling gobs of pre-cum onto the carpet, gobs erik knew he'd be licking
up once the Man finally shot his load.  But, as far as erik could tell,
George was nowhere near that point yet.

	George had been enjoying watching the boy fuck himself on the Man's
cock, enjoying it immensely.  But He had also noticed that the boy's
fuck-chute wasn't as tight as it had first been when the boy had forced his
cunt to swallow the Man's dick.  George, however, figured He knew what to
do to tighten the boy's pussy.  Not saying a word, he snaked his arms
around the boy's chest.  Then, without any warning, he grabbed both of the
teenager's battered and swollen tits in his fingers and squeezed - hard.

	"OH, GOD," the boy squealed in renewed agony, as his girly tits
once again exploded with pain.

	"OH, YEAH," George gasped in pleasure as the boy's entire
fuck-chute reflexively contracted around his throbbing boner.  After
half-a-minute, he could feel the boy's cunt relaxing so He squeezed the
teenager's tortured nubs again and was rewarded as the boy's pussy again
contracted and massaged His aroused cock, even as erik's high-pitched
screech of pain filled the air.

	In just a minute, George had settled in on the perfect routine.
Every twenty seconds or so, he'd squeeze erik's girly tits and then lie
back and enjoy the boy's fuck-chute convulsively tightening around his cock
as the boy squealed and cried out in pain.  The whole scene was so
incredibly hot, watching the teenager writhe and sob in torment as he
continued to frantically fuck himself on George's cock, his spasming
cunt-hole sending wave after wave of pleasure through the Man's body even
as his good friend's son bucked and thrashed around in obvious agony.

	For erik, the incredible pain emanating from his girly tits totally
overrode all the other torment he was feeling as he fucked himself on
George's dick.  The pain was just so monstrous, so completely overpowering
that all his mind could focus on was getting the Man off so He'd stop
torturing the boy's burning titties.  Any pleasure that the boy might have
normally experienced from the battering his prostate was taking as he rode
up and down on George's cock was totally overwhelmed by the searing fire
spreading out from the teenager's crushed nubs.  erik really couldn't
believe that anything could hurt so much.  he had asked George and Master
to increase his pain tolerance but the pain he was feeling was so intense
that he doubted that he'd ever be able to tolerate it.  he just couldn't
stand it.

        erik knew he was crying like a baby, but he couldn't help himself.
It just hurt so much.  It hurt so very much.  he started moving his ass up
and down as fast and as hard as he could, oblivious to the battering he was
administering to his own pussy, solely focused on his need to get George to
shoot his load, to cum up his teenage butt, to seed him so that finally,
finally, He would stop torturing erik's super-sensitized, obscenely swollen
girly tits.  Anything to get the Man to stop torturing his poor girly tits.

	In truth, George was impressed by the way erik was pounding his
pussy up and down on the Man's rigid fuck-stick.  The boy was riding Him
like he was on a pogo stick, plunging down with force on every stroke only
to immediately bounce back up to the tip of George's dick before plunging
back down again.  he was fucking himself on George's cock like someone
possessed and virtually the whole time he was doing it, the boy's back
channel was squeezing itself like a vise around the Man's already leaking
pole.  Obviously, the key to the boy's response was the abuse George was
directing towards the teenager's tits and George made a mental note to tell
Keith that they needed to really work on them from now on and keep it up
until the boy's nips permanently protruded an inch and a half or two inches
from the little whore's chest and were always sore and aching.  Then, all
any Man would have to do was work the bitch's girly tits a little and their
teenage slut would do anything they wanted him to do - anything at all.

	Right now, though, what George wanted to do was cum and erik was
doing a fantastic job of getting Him right to the edge of an orgasm.  He
knew what He needed to get him over the top.  He took both of erik's girly
tits in His hands and viciously twisted and pulled them with all His might.
As the boy howled in pain, his cunthole clamped down on the full length of
George's dick.  George growled deeply and then He was there.  His cock
exploded with Man-scuzz, completely flooding the teenager's steaming back
passage.

	Considering it was His second load of the evening, George was
surprised by the sheer volume of Man-seed He pumped into the bitch's hole.
But, then again, fucking the teenage stud-boy always did seem to push His
testes into over-drive, churning out Man-sperm at a phenomenal rate.
George couldn't remember the last time He'd fucked his wife twice in the
same night.  But with erik, fuck, as long as He had enough time He could
always get it up for a second go-round with the little whore.

	He was tired though after the second pounding He'd given the slut.
Tired, but happy.  He looked at the boy sitting on his lap, George's cock
still visibly protruding from his freshly-seeded cunt.  The way the
teenager's shoulders were heaving, it was obvious that he was still crying.
Of course, seeing how George still had both of the boy's girly tits gripped
tightly between his fingers, that was probably understandable.  Giving them
one last nasty pinch and twist, which elicited a loud squeal of agony from
the boy, George finally released them.  George watched in amusement as
erik's body shuddered and a long low-pitched groan came from the boy's
throat as the blood slowly re-entered his bruised and swollen nipples.  It
would be a long time before the boy was able to forget this session with
George, that was for sure.

	George gave the little fuck-bitch a few seconds to recover.  Then,
his voice filled with the satisfaction of a Man well-sated, he spoke.
"Well, that was fun.  Wasn't it, bitch?"

	There was a long pause - long enough for George to wonder whether
it'd be necessary to physically correct the boy and remind him of his
obligation to promptly answer questions that Real Men put to him - but
finally erik managed to squeak out an answer.

        "Yes..., Sir.  Thank....you, Sir," he replied, his voice filled
with tears and suppressed sobs.

        George briefly played with the idea of spanking the little slut for
lying to Him but He realized it would probably be a waste of time.  The way
the boy's girly tits were sure to be hurting right now, erik probably
wouldn't even feel it.  Besides, George really was feeling exhausted now.
There'd be time to spank the bitch tomorrow if He still had the urge.  So
the Man ignored the boy's obvious lie and instead said, "Get up, bitch, and
assume the position."

	"Yes, Sir," erik answered, relieved that one ordeal at least was
over.  Awkwardly, he rebalanced himself on his feet and slowly elevated his
body, feeling the Man's softening cock slowly receding from his sore and
well-fucked pussy.  It exited with a plop and immediately erik tried to
tighten his sphincter, despite the incredible pain the effort cost him.
But they were in the living room and the boy didn't want to risk the Man's
wrath for soiling His carpet.

	Once he had regained his feet, erik stumbled forward before he
caught himself.  In addition to all the other pain he was feeling, the
boy's thighs were now burning from the exertion of fucking himself on
George's Man-cock.  It was actually with some relief that erik reached the
center of the room, turned around, and dropped to his knees.

	George let him kneel there, in front of Him, for maybe fifteen
minutes.  erik could hear the Man occasionally drinking the beer that he
had brought Him earlier.  Then he heard George getting up and moving over
to him.  "Open your mouth, bitch," the Man ordered.

	erik looked up and saw George standing in front of him, holding His
now flaccid cock.  The boy immediately knew what was coming.  he opened his
mouth wide and held it that way as the Man began to pee down his throat.
In just seconds, erik was frantically gulping down George's hot pee,
swallowing as fast as he could.  They were still in the living room and
erik knew that if he let any of the Man's piss spill onto the carpet,
there'd be hell to pay.

	George's piss, itself, tasted as acrid as usual, though erik
definitely noticed some globules of the Man's cum mixed in with the early
spate of liquid.  But as the Man's bladder proceeded to empty itself into
the boy, these globs of cum became less frequent so that, by the end, erik
was gulping down the Man's unadulterated bladder waste.  This was
definitely not one of the boy's favorite activities, but he had learned
that he was expected to drink pee whenever a Man wanted to use him as a
human urinal and he knew better than to show any reluctance to perform this
basic slave-bitch duty.

	Once the flow of piss from George's cock stopped, erik immediately
leaned forward and took the Man's cock into his mouth, using his tongue to
clean the tube of flesh which just a quarter-hour earlier been jammed up
the boy's own cunt-hole.  his own pussy juices were mixed with some
leavings of the Man's spent ball-seed but the teenager never hesitated.  he
slurped and laved George's cock until it was totally clean and ready to use
again when the urge struck the Man.

	George looked down at the compliant pussy-boy kneeling in front of
Him.  It was hard to believe that, just a year ago, the naked and hairless
young stud kneeling so submissively on His living room floor, who had just
swallowed a load of His piss and then licked His cock clean, hadn't even
dreamed that he'd ever be doing either service for another Man.  Of course,
back then, the little whore had actually thought he was a Man.  Well, a
year's training with Keith had disabused the little whore of that
misperception.  But it was still amazing to consider how fully Keith had
transformed the boy in just a year.  Give Keith another year with the
little slut and there would literally be nothing the bitch wouldn't
willingly submit to.

        If only George could be there when the boy's father finally found
out just what a little fuck-whore his son had turned into.  The look of
horror on the man's face would be priceless.  It would be such a nice
payback for all the times George had had to sit there and listen while Gary
went on and on about what a great job he'd done raising his three boys.
George just hoped he was around when Gary made the discovery that his
youngest boy, his pride and joy, was in reality just a cum-dump and a
urinal for Real Men to use whenever they got the urge.  That would be
something truly worth seeing.

	Suppressing a laugh, George refocused on the present.  "Okay,
bitch," He announced, "get your faggot ass into the bedroom.  you're going
to be spending the night and, after I finish with you tomorrow morning,
I'll deliver you straight to Master."

	"Yes, Sir," erik answered, careful to keep the disappointment out
of his voice.  he'd been hoping that George was through with him and would
send him home for the rest of the night.  That way, his unbelievably sore
girly tits would get at least a little break.  But if he was spending the
entire night with George, erik was pretty sure his poor nubs wouldn't get
much of a rest at all.  he stole a quick glance down at them and saw that
they looked like a pair of bright red cherries affixed to his chest.  They
looked way bigger than they had when he'd arrived just a few hours earlier
but, considering how much abuse they'd taken and how badly they still hurt,
erik would have figured they'd be even larger than they were.  And that
made the boy wonder just how large they'd be when Master and George were
finally satisfied that they were real girly tits.  Considering how painful
it had been just to get them looking like they did now, erik didn't even
want to think about how much more pain he'd have to go through before the
Men were satisfied with them.  It was all the boy could do to keep from
beginning to cry again as he slowly made his way, on his hands and knees,
to George's bedroom where he'd be spending the night.

	'At least,' he consoled himself, 'I'll be sleeping in a bed."
Invariably, George let erik sleep in the bed with Him on the nights erik
stayed over.  It wasn't for erik's benefit, of course - it was so the boy
would be near at hand whenever George got the urge to fondle or fuck the
little slut.  But at least it made for a more comfortable sleep than the
teenager got when he spent the night with Master.  At Master's house erik
always slept on the floor, naked and uncovered, the leash re-attached to
his collar and then looped around one of the corners of the bed, holding
the boy uncomfortably in place on the bare wooden flooring while Master
enjoyed a good night's rest in the comforts of his king-sized bed.  erik
always woke up sore and aching after sleeping on the floor, even when
Master hadn't been particularly rough on him the previous night.
Considering how much his entire body already ached, the boy was really glad
that he wouldn't have to worry about that added discomfort when he woke up
the next morning.

	When they reached the bedroom, George looked down at the boy.
"Lucky for you, bitch, I want you close at hand tonight.  And what I don't
want is any of my piss leaking out of your bladder onto my sheets.  So you
just crawl on into the bathroom and take care of business."

	"Yes, sir," erik replied, enormously grateful that he was going to
be allowed to relieve himself before turning in.  Master never allowed erik
to do that at His house when He was keeping the boy overnight and one time
the boy had had an accident - he hadn't been able to help himself; he'd
just been forced to drink too much pee that night and even though erik had
struggled to keep the liquids inside his belly all night long, his bladder
had finally burst through his piss-slit just before dawn.  When Master woke
up and discovered what erik had done, the boy had been forced to spend
almost two hours licking the entire bedroom floor clean and then received
an ass-tanning that still made erik wince when he thought about it.

	Now, though, having received permission to empty his bladder, erik
immediately crawled into the bathroom, raised the toilet seat up, and then
settled his ass down on the commode.  This was a new rule the boy was
following.  Even though he was now being used as a urinal, he was no longer
allowed to use one himself.  Bitches, he had been told, pee sitting down,
and erik was told that was how he was to pee from now on - sitting down.

        But not on a toilet seat.  No Real Man would want to use a toilet
seat after it had been sullied by a slave-bitch's ass touching it, so erik
was now required to raise the seat and balance his ass on the porcelain rim
of the commode whenever he needed to relieve himself.  erik felt it was
pretty demeaning having to do this, but Master had told the boy he was
lucky he wasn't being ordered to actually sit in the water of the toilet
when he voided his body wastes as some Masters required their bitches to
do.

        While erik was grateful that he didn't have to face that daily
indignity, he still could feel himself blushing every time he positioned
his ass on the edges of the shitter, particularly when he was at his
parents' house - he couldn't imagine how he'd explain what he was doing if
either of his parents or any of his siblings walked in on him while he was
using the facilities that way.  erik had foolishly mentioned this fear to
Master who had laughed and then issued an order forbidding him from ever
locking the bathroom door when he used the toilet at his parent's house, or
anywhere else for that matter, so there was always a very real possibility
that such a confrontation might occur.  But, as Master had repeatedly
instructed erik, a bitch has no right to any expectation of privacy in any
facet of his life, including the disposal of body wastes.  Knowing that,
however, didn't in any way lessen the embarrassment erik felt every time he
had to position his ass on the cold porcelain of a toilet.

	Even though George had only peed down his throat once that night,
He had transferred a significant amount of urine from his bladder to the
boy's stomach, so it took erik a couple of minutes to empty his belly.  he
could only hope that George wasn't getting too impatient with him.  With
his poor girly tits hurting the way they already were, the teenager knew he
couldn't handle a punishment session focused on them.

	Fortunately for the little bitch, George was in a relaxed and
expansive mood when erik finally crawled back into the bedroom.  George had
sat down on the bed and, seeing the boy crawl into the room, simply
motioned next to Him.  erik hastened to climb up onto the bed and position
himself where the Man had indicated.  he tried to avoid rubbing his
inflamed girly tits against anything, but his left tit caught on part of
the coverlet and erik couldn't keep from groaning in pain.  his girly tits
were so unbelievably tender right now that erik was sure that even
breathing on them would hurt.  All he could do was pray that George was too
tired and too sleepy to want to play with them some more tonight.

	The very first thing George did was pull the boy next to him and
begin to roughly kiss the teenager, forcing his lips apart and burying the
Man's tongue deeply into the boy's mouth, kissing him like erik was some
cheap whore He'd picked up at the local dive, the type of slut you knew
from the time you first saw her would let you do anything to her, just so
long as she ended up with your hard dick up her well-traveled cunt.  George
worked the boy's mouth for a few minutes, making sure the teenager got a
healthy serving of the Man's saliva trickling down his throat before He
reached down and roughly fingered the teenager's swollen tits.  Despite
himself, erik cried out like a little girl, a cry that was swallowed in the
Man's mouth.

	"Girly tits hurt, boy?" George asked with a smile, as He pulled his
head back to look at the young slave-bitch.

	"Oh yes, Sir," erik answered, aware that his eyes were again
filling with tears.  "my girly tits really hurt, Sir."

	"Well, they're going to be hurting a lot from now on, boy.  you'll
just have to get used to that.  That's part of the price you'll have to pay
to get the girly tits you want, boy."  George let his fingers play with the
inflamed nubs for a few more minutes, enjoying the way the boy writhed and
squealed as He did so.  Then, he leaned back in and made erik kiss Him some
more, making the boy play the part of a young teenage girl being forced to
let her boyfriend take advantage of her, knowing that this really
embarrassed the boy.

	This time, when George broke off the kiss, He let his head descend
towards the teenager's chest.  He gave the boy's right tit a sloppy swipe
with his tongue before leaning forward and biting down - hard - on the
tenderized nub.  erik squealed in pain.  For the next five minutes, the Man
went from one nip to the other, licking them, nibbling at them, biting them
until the teenager was, once again, sobbing loudly as he writhed around on
the bed.  Then, raising His head, the Man began kissing the boy again,
though He periodically would reach down to pinch and tweak erik's burning
girly tits, making the boy jump and gasp in pain every time He did so.

	When George broke off this kiss and then bent His head down again,
erik braced himself, knowing what was coming.  But even though the boy
tried to prepare himself, the Man bit so hard into erik's left tit that he
couldn't keep from shrieking.  The pain was so excruciating that erik
thought he might pass out, though he never did.  And then, after George had
worked the inflamed nubs for what seemed like an eternity, He raised His
head and went back to kissing the teenage boy.

	George alternated between forcing the boy to kiss Him and molesting
the teenager's swollen and puffy girly tits for almost forty-five minutes.
But, finally, tiring of the game and definitely needing some sleep, George
just pulled the teenager's body tightly against Him and, in just a few
minutes, the Man was gently snoring.

	It took erik a long time to fall asleep that night.  For one thing,
the boy wasn't in the most comfortable position.  George had fallen asleep
with one arm around the boy's torso, His hand resting firmly on the boy's
ass, pulling the teenager's body tightly against His own.  erik was afraid
to even attempt to extract himself from the Man's grasp because that might
cause Him to wake up, something the boy definitely didn't want to happen.

        But it wasn't the position he was in that made it so difficult for
the boy to sleep.  In fact, this was the position he usually found himself
in when he slept with George and he'd never really had much difficulty
sleeping before, even though he realized that almost inevitably he'd be
awaken sometime in the middle of the night to find George humping him as
the Man slept, grinding His groin against the boy as He experienced some
erotic fantasy in His dreams.  But erik was used to that now and not only
wasn't particularly bothered by it but actually found himself turned on
when it happended, even though he was being dry-humped like a real woman.
No, what kept the boy awake for a good part of the night wasn't the
position he was lying in, it was the incredible pain still emanating from
his girly tits.  erik couldn't believe how much they still hurt even though
George was no longer working on them.  .

	The pain eased somewhat as the hours passed but they still throbbed
and burned on erik's chest as the hours slowly slipped by.  And, what made
it worse was that every time the boy did finally begin to nod off, one or
the other of his girly tits would end up scraping against the Man's hairy
chest and a whole new wave of pain would shoot through the his body, making
erik wake with a start and a muffled groan.  But, eventually, the sheer
exhaustion the teenager felt allowed him to ignore the continuing pain from
his tits and he did manage to slip off into sleep.

	The next thing erik was aware of was a soft voice almost cooing at
him.  "your tits look really great, baby bitch," he heard.  erik looked up
to see his older brother Chad looming over him.

	"You like my girly tits, Chad?" erik asked with a smile, looking
down at the big juicy girly tits that now adorned his chest.

	"Oh, I like them a lot, baby bitch," Chad answered, reaching
forward to squeeze each one in turn, smiling when erik moaned as his
titties were manhandled.  "They look great on you, erik," Chad continued,
"but they give me a great idea, too."  Then, without saying another word,
Chad eased himself off the bed and then walked out of the bedroom.

	erik watched his brother leave with a grimace of disappointment.
his pussy juices were really flowing and he ached to feel his stud
brother's big hard cock reaming out his boycunt.  he just loved the way his
brother reamed his hole out, banging the hell out of erik's tight little
boy-twat until he deposited a load of hot semen deep inside his baby
brother's clutching fuck-channel.  Right now, erik really wanted a good
fucking - he needed a good fucking - and all he could hope was that Chad
would be returning soon to give him what he wanted and needed.

	Fortunately for erik, Chad returned after only a few minutes, with
a wicked grin on his face and carrying a number of items which he dropped
on the bed.  Picking one up, he looked down at this brother.  "Sit up, baby
bitch.  I want you to put this on."

	erik looked at the item Chad was holding in his right hand.  It was
obviously made of frilly white lace but it took the boy a few seconds to
figure out what it was.  When he finally did, he could feel himself turning
crimson - it was a woman's bra.  Seeing the dawning realization on his
brother's face, Chad laughed.

	"Pretty, isn't it boy?  It's one of Liz's.  Just looking at your
new girly tits, I figured you'd look great in it."

	"No.  Please, Chad.  No," erik pleaded.  "Don't make me wear a
woman's bra.  It's so.....it's so unmanly."

	"It's so unmanly?" Chad repeated incredulously, his eyes flashing
in sudden anger.  "Are you kidding me?  Have you forgotten that you're NOT
a man.  You're a BITCH.  And a bitch does what he's told.  So you just shut
the fuck up, bro, and put it on."

	Looking up at his brother, erik realized that there was no way he
was going to relent.  Slowly, he stretched out his hand and took the bra in
his hand.  he was surprised at how flimsy it seemed.  he worked one strap
and then the other over his shoulders.  Looking down, he noticed that while
the bra cupped both of his pecs, it didn't really cover them - both of his
girly tits visibly protruded from the white lace petals that made up the
front of the bra.  erik reached around and tried to work the two hooks in
the back but, having no experience doing this, wasn't able to get them
connected.

	"Here, baby bitch," Chad offered, the grin on his face showing how
much he was enjoying the scene, "let me help you."

	Reaching behind his brother, Chad connected the two hooks and then
stood back.  "It looks great on you boy," he chuckled.  "It really sets off
your girly tits."

	erik could feel a fresh wave of heat wafting off of his face.
Wearing a woman's bra was just so humiliating.  he couldn't believe his
brother was making him do it.  But, looking at what his brother now held in
his hand, erik realized there were more embarrassments to come.

	"Okay, erik, now you can put this on," his brother said, handing
the teenager a pair of woman's white lace panties with the same flower
petal design.

	Trying not to cry as the humiliation of his situation washed over
him, erik got off the bed and stepped into the panties.  he pulled them up
over his hips and then struggled to fit his boyclit and balls into the
small front panel.  he finally managed to get both of his boy-balls
covered, though a third of his erect boyclit - yes, despite all the shame
and humiliation erik was feeling, his boy-cock was hard as iron - protruded
over the top of the frilly lace.

	"Nice, bro.  Nice," his brother commented as erik stood there in a
matching bra and panties set.  "Now get back on the bed, so I can put these
on you."  Chad was holding a pair of nylons.

	"C'mon, Chad," erik pleaded.  "Why are you doing this to me?  Why
are you making me dress up in women's underwear?"

	"Well, baby bitch," his brother explained, "you know I swing both
ways - I like to fuck women and I like to fuck you.  Dressing you up this
way is like a two-fer for me.  It's like I'm fucking a woman at the same
time I know I'm fucking you, bro.  It's pretty hot if you think about it.
Besides, I thought a boy like you - a boy who likes taking dick up his
pussy - would probably get off on going the whole way.  You know, dressing
up like the woman he obviously wants to be."

	"i don't want to be a woman, Chad," erik replied with some heat.
"i like being a man.  It's just.... it's just that i like the way it feels
when another guy fucks me.  But that doesn't mean i want to be a woman.  Or
dress up like one."

	"erik," his brother retorted, his voice thick with sarcasm, "the
last thing in this world that you are is a 'man.'  you're a bitch, bro; a
fucking faggot bitch.  I know it and you know it, too.  So cut the crap
about you being a 'man.'  And, as far as you not wanting to dress like a
woman, who gives a fuck?  you're my fucking bitch and you'll do what you're
told to do.  Understand, bro?  you're my 'baby bitch.'  That's what you
are, isn't it?"

	erik looked at his brother for a long moment and then, softly, he
agreed.  "Yes, Chad.  i'm your baby bitch."

	"That's right, bro," Chad responded, pleased by his brother's
admission.  "Now get back on the bed so I can finish dressing you up."

	Staring at his brother, it was obvious that Chad was not about to
be dissuaded.  With a sigh of resignation, erik moved back over to the bed
and laid down on his back.  his brother sat down next to him and lifted
first one of erik's ankles and then the other, working the stockings down
the boy's shaven legs all the way to his upper thighs.  erik noticed that
the stockings had a silver sheen to them and the boy couldn't help but
wonder why his sister even had a pair of nylons like this.  And he also
wondered whether, seeing as he had a much more muscular body, the stockings
might be permanently stretched out of shape by being forced up his legs.
Of course, even if they were, Liz would scarcely think that it was because
her younger brother had been wearing them - at least erik hoped she'd never
think of that.

	Having successfully got the nylons on his brother without causing
any runs, Chad sat back and gave him an appraisingly look.  "Okay, erik,"
he eventually said, "Get up and put on a little show for me.  Let me see
you strut your stuff in your pretty undies."

	Swallowing an acerbic retort, the boy forced himself to get off the
bed and then walked back and forth in front of his brother.  "Not so fast,
bro," Chad quickly admonished him.  "Take your time.  And wiggle that
pretty ass, too," he added with a smirk.

	"Jeez, Chad," erik complained when he heard this last directive.
"This is so sick.  Why are you doing this to me?"

	"This is sick?  This is sick?" Chad exploded in anger.  "I'll tell
you what's sick, bro.  What's sick is a nineteen-year-old boy who wants his
older brother to fuck him.  What's sick is a teenage boy-slut who drinks
his own brother's pee.  What's sick is having a younger brother like you
who goes around with his girly tits sticking out from his chest,
advertising for the whole world to see what a complete parody of a man he
really is. That's what's sick around here, erik.  you are.  you're one
sick, disgusting pervert."

	erik couldn't believe how stung he was by his brother's tirade.
Despite himself, he could feel the tears streaming down his face.  Seeing
this, Chad gave him a disgusted look.

	"Fuck, bro.  Are you crying again?  Grow a pair of balls, will you.
I know you're just a fucking faggot bitch but you carry on like a little
girl.  you know what you are.  you know what you want.  Just fucking deal
with and stop crying every time someone reminds you of it.  I know you're
not a man, but at least try not to act like a little baby all the time."

	"i'm...i'm sorry, Chad," erik haltingly apologized, really
embarrassed at the way his brother was calling him out.  "It's just....it's
just that it's so hard at times being...being who i am.  i mean i do things
all the time that just humiliate me.  They really do.  But, somehow, at the
same time, they turn me on, too.  And i know people laugh at me, at what
i've become, but i try to ignore it.  But then when you call me a
disgusting pervert i can see how much you despise me and that hurts so
bad."  erik looked at his brother and just started sobbing uncontrollably.

	Seeing his brother crying so wretchedly, Chad relented.  He got up
and walked over to erik and gathered him in his arms, pulling the boy's
face to his chest.  "That's okay, erik," he soothed.  "you just let it all
out.  Let it all out."  And then Chad just stood there, holding his
brother, his baby bitch, as erik got it all out of his system.  And then,
when he could tell that the crying-jag was coming to an end, Chad started
talking to his younger brother in a soft, soothing voice.

	"erik," he began, "I don't despise you.  I may not fully understand
how you turned out the way you have, but I don't despise you.  you're my
brother, my 'baby bro,' my 'baby bitch.'  I'll always be here for you.  But
I also think you need to toughen up.  you're going to run into a lot of
people in your life who will despise you and you have to be able to handle
it.  you're going to need to be tough."

	erik looked up at his older brother and, as the last tears trickled
down his cheeks, gave him a rueful smile.  "It's kind of hard to feel tough
when i'm wearing a bra, panties and a pair of nylons, Chad."

	Despite himself, Chad had to laugh.  "I can see your point, boy.
you definitely don't look so tough, dressed up like this."  But then his
face turned somber as he continued, "But that's when you need to be the
toughest - inside, where it really counts.  you're going to be in a lot of
situations in your life where guys are laughing at you and mocking you, and
calling you all sorts of disgusting names.  And, more often that not, those
names will be accurate and you'll know that and it will really hurt because
what they're saying about you is true.  That's when you really need to be
tough, so that you can shrug those comments off and keeping being true to
what you are.  Being a slave-bitch for Real Men is going to be hard, erik,
but you don't really have any choice, do you?  you are what you are.  you
just have to learn how to live with that."

	erik looked up into his brother's deep brown eyes.  What Chad said
made so much sense.  he did cry way too easy, erik knew that.  he needed to
be tougher.  he brought his hand to his face and wiped away the final
tears.  "You're right, Chad," he admitted.  "i need to be tougher.  i need
to stop acting like such a baby all the time."

	Chad smiled back at him.  "I'm glad to hear you say that, erik," he
said.  He released his brother and went over and sat back down on the bed.
"So, bro.  How about giving me the show I deserve?"

	"Yes, sir," erik replied at once.

	For the next five minutes, erik paraded up and down the room,
wiggling his ass, at times putting his hands behind his head and, at other
times, running his hands seductively along his upper thighs while gyrating
his hips, giving his brother the type of show he'd see in a straight strip
club, playing the bitch for Chad the way his brother wanted him to.

	And Chad had to admit it - he was getting turned on.  His 'baby
bitch' was turning him on something fierce.  And, just as he was getting
really hot, an idea occurred to him that he knew would just make the entire
scene perfect.  "Hold on a second, bro," he suddenly ordered, jumping off
the bed and almost running out of the room.

	At a total loss, erik just stood there in mid-gyration.  The boy
didn't have long to wait.  In less than a minute, Chad was back, a smile of
triumph on his face.  But when erik looked down to Chad's hands and saw
what they were holding, his own face sank.  his brother had brought back a
pair of his sister's high heels.  erik was about to voice a complaint when
he caught himself.  If his brother wanted to see him in a pair of high
heels, erik should be happy to oblige him.  After all, his brother was a
Real Man whereas he was just a slave-bitch.  And slave-bitches did what
Real Men wanted them to do - without hesitation, without complaining about
it.

	So, when Chad handed him the stiletto heels and said, "here, bro.
Put these on," erik didn't argue.  Instead, he meekly bent over and put
them on his feet.  If Chad wanted to see him in these shoes, erik would
give Chad what he wanted.

	It was a super-tight fit.  While Liz had always said she had big
feet, they were obviously smaller than erik's size 10.  If erik's thighs
and calves were stretching her nylons out of shape, he could only imagine
what his feet would do to her high heels.  It took a lot of effort but,
finally, erik managed to get both shoes on his feet.  As the boy was soon
to find out, however, that was the easy part.

	Just standing back up proved difficult.  The six-inch heels threw
his center of gravity forward and the teenager visibly wobbled just trying
to maintain his balance.  And when he took his first step, his ankle
twisted and he almost tumbled to the floor.  erik could hear his brother
laughing from the bed.  Slowly, gingerly, he took one step - and then
another.  Eventually, erik was able to walk in the high heels as long as he
took it slowly, though even then turning around was difficult.  The boy
found it hard to believe that Chad could find his halting walk across the
floor even faintly erotic.

	But erik was wrong.  Unbeknownst to erik, his older brother had
always had a foot fetish - one focused on women's high-heel shoes.  Merely
seeing his brother with his feet in those shoes was an incredible turn-on
for Chad and it wasn't adversely affected by the spectacle erik was making
of himself as he teetered around the bedroom.

	What Chad was really looking forward to, though, was seeking those
shoes hooked over his shoulders as he fucked his brother's tight little
boypussy.  His cock was achingly hard in his shorts.  He knew he couldn't
wait any longer.

	"That's enough, bro," he ordered, the shaking of his voice
betraying his growing sexual excitement.  "Just get your ass back to the
bed and lie down.  It's time to feed your always-hungry boycunt some of the
Man-meat it loves."

	"Yes, sir," erik immediately replied, happy just to be getting off
of his feet, though the prospect of getting fucked wearing the outfit he
was now displaying disconcerted the teenager.

	erik crawled onto the top of the bed, careful to keep the stiletto
heels up in the air so that they wouldn't catch on the duvet.  Then he laid
back and watched as Chad ripped off his own shorts, climbed up on the bed,
and positioned himself between his teenage brother's legs.  erik was trying
hard to ignore the way he knew he looked - a young teenage stud wearing a
frilly bra and matching panties, his legs clad in sheer nylon resting on
his brother's shoulders, his obviously well-used pussy fully exposed, ready
for another fucking, and to cap it off, a pair of six-inch high heels
dangling from his feet.  erik couldn't imagine a more fundamentally
emasculating image and, as he mentally cringed, he could only hope that no
one ever found out about how Chad had so obscenely dressed him before his
older brother fucked him.

        For Chad, just positioning erik's high-heeled shod feet on his
shoulders gave him an incredible sexual surge and then, when he looked down
at his brother, the white lace bra cupping his pecs, the frilly white
panties emphasizing rather than obscuring the teenager's own raging boner,
the silky nylons riding high on his thighs, Chad was overwhelmed by an
uncontrollable rutting frenzy.  Without any warning, he buried his inflamed
hard-on into his brother's unsuspecting hole with a brutal forward thrust.

	"Holy Fuck," erik screamed from the bed, as his cunt-lips were
violently spread apart.  Shooting stars seemed to careen inside his brain
as erik groaned in pain.  And then he heard a familiar voice.  "Morning,
bitch.  Time to wake up, you little whore."

	Completely befogged, erik opened his eyes to see George holding the
teenager's legs in the air, looking down at the boy with an amused air.
Looking up at his legs which George held high in the air, erik could see
that the nylons and stiletto heels were gone.  A quick glance down at his
body confirmed that the bra and panties were gone, too.  erik was stark
naked like he always was in George's bed.  And that was where he was - in
George's bed.  The whole scene with Chad had been a dream, some twisted
fantasy of erik's own mind.  A feeling of relief surged through the
teenager - he hadn't been forced to dress up in women's underwear; that had
been a dream.  That, at least, was one embarrassment that he hadn't been
forced to experience in real life.  At least, not yet.

	But the teenager's respite was short-lived.  A loud squeal burst
from his lips as George yanked His hard cock out of the boy's pussy and
then immediately rammed it back inside, all the way to His hairy balls.
erik's session with Chad might have been a dream but there was no mistaking
the reality that George was now taking care of His morning wood the way He
always did when He had erik spending the night - by plowing the hell out of
the teenager's boycunt.

	Apparently, a night's sleep had fully re-charged the Man's
batteries because He was really going after the boy.  He was banging all
the way in and all the way out on every stroke and it wasn't long before
erik was squealing in pain beneath Him.  The teenager's pussy-lips were
still super-sore from the two poundings they had taken the night before
and, the way they were hurting now, it was obvious that George hadn't
bothered with any lubrication before He'd started plugging away at erik.
George always like to fuck him hard, really hard, but this time it seemed
particularly painful.

	It wasn't pain that George was feeling, though.  It was raw,
animalistic pleasure.  The boy's cunt-lips had tightened up during the
night, or at least they felt that way because they were so swollen.
Regardless, the teenager's boy-twat felt so much tighter on the Man's cock
than His wife's pussy did that George just couldn't get enough of it.

	Looking up through his widely-spread legs at the man fucking him so
brutally, erik could feel his eyes filling up with tears.  It wasn't so
much the pain, though there was a lot of that, it was the sense of abject
humiliation that the boy felt looking up at a Man he'd known almost as long
as he could remember, one of his Dad's best friends, and feeling Him
working away inside erik's teenage boycunt for the third time in less than
a dozen hours, fucking him like you'd fuck a rent-by-the-hour hooker -
hard, deep, and without the slightest concern for the hole being plowed
because that's all it was - just a hole.  And erik couldn't help but think
how humiliated his Dad would be if he ever found out about him - found out
that his teenage son was nothing but a cock-hungry slave-bitch for Real
Men.  Because that's what erik was - a cock-hungry slave-bitch for Real
Men.  And the final proof of that was the pre-cum that was just oozing out
of his rigid boyclit as George continued to relentlessly pound into erik's
stretched out pussy.

        And, working away at the boycunt, George couldn't help noticing
that, even as the boy was squirming and occasionally squealing in pain, the
bitch's boyclit was visibly throbbing in its own excitement.  'What a
whore,' the Man thought.  'What a complete, total whore.'

	George considered stroking the boy off.  He always enjoyed making
the little slut cream himself as he was getting totally reamed out by
Man-cock.  But He also remembered Keith telling Him how it was even more
amusing to watch the little whore cum without any manipulation of his
boy-cock.  It showed what an utter bitch the boy really was.  Maybe it was
time for George to see that for Himself, to decide whether watching the boy
cum without anyone working his cock was hotter than milking it with His
hand.  So, this time, George kept His hands off the little bitch's leaking
cocklette and simply concentrated on enjoying the pleasure He was getting
from the way erik's teenage cunt-chute massaged and squeezed His
fully-buried bone.

	Sure enough, in less than five minutes, George noticed that the
boy's eyes were taking on a glassy sheen.  The Man began thrusting into the
boy's spasmodically contracting cock-sheath even harder.  And then, His
eyes fixed on the teenager's pre-cum coated boyclit, He delivered a pair of
vicious thrusts all the way in and all the way of the boy's battered
fuck-hole.  Even as another high-pitched squeal of torment rent the air,
erik began pumping a massive load of boy-scuzz across his sweat-soaked
torso, his groin bucking and thrusting upwards as his boyclit shot and shot
and shot.

	"What a fucking cock-whore," George marveled aloud as He watched
strand after strand of hot cum just splatter onto the boy's smooth skin as
erik's entire body convulsed in his bitchgasm.  But just seconds later, it
was George who was moaning in release as He shot his own gigantic load of
cream into the boy's still-quivering hole.  The Man's low growl merged with
the boy's squeals as He proceeded to empty his balls into the teenager's
pulsating boycunt.  Totally spent, the Man then collapsed on eirk's
widely-splayed legs, His hard cock still buried all the way up the boy's
now cum-filled twat-hole.

	It took George a good ten minutes before He felt comfortable
moving.  All that time, of course, He was resting His full body weight on
erik's thighs, forcing them painfully apart, the pain in the boy's thighs
adding to the pain from his ravaged cunt and his still sore girly tits
causing him to whimper in discomfort.  So it was with an overwhelming sense
of relief that erik felt the Man lifting Himself off erik's body.

	George's body was drenched with sweat after the Man's exertions.
Looking down at the boy's lithe torso, He saw that it too was covered with
sweat as well as a good coating of boy cream.  'Well,' the Man thought,
'the bitch knows how to take care of some of that mess.'  And, sure enough,
no sooner had that thought crossed George's mind than He saw erik raise his
right hand and begin scooping up his drying teenage scuzz and depositing it
where his boy-sludge always ended up - in his own mouth.

        'If only the bitch's father could see his son, now,' George mused.
'Freshly fucked like a back-alley ho and cleaning up his own mess by meekly
slurping down his slimy boy-sperm.'  He'd never have to hear another line
about what a great kid erik was.  Of course, George would commiserate with
him like a good friend should - telling him that while erik, his youngest
son, the apple of his eye, would obviously never be the Man he'd been
raised to be, at least he was a great lay.  George couldn't keep from
laughing just thinking about the pleasure He'd feel in delivering that line
to erik's Dad and watching the man just wilt in embarrassment.

	Glancing at the clock on the night stand, George's musings were
interrupted.  It was getting late and George had promised Keith he'd
deliver the boy to Him by 10:00 a.m., at the latest.  George needed to get
cleaned up and get dressed.  He turned his glance back to the boy lying in
front of Him.  "bitch," He informed him, "I'm going to go take a shower and
then, after I get dressed, I'll take your faggot ass over to Master.  You
just put some clothes on and then kneel here like a good little bitch until
I get back.  Understand?"

	"Yes, Sir," erik submissively replied, inwardly grateful for even a
temporary reprieve.  But as he watched the Man turn around and head towards
the bathroom, the boy had to wonder what he faced when he got to Master's
house.  It couldn't be worse that what he'd already gone through, could it?
How could it, considering everything George had already done to him?  But
erik knew that only time would truly tell.

       After rapidly pulling his clothes on over his still sweaty body
while ignoring the stench that assailed his nose, erik dropped to the floor
and assumed the proper bitch position.  Then he simply waited, wondering
what would happen to him next.  As he knelt there, the feelings of
uncertainty and the fear it engendered steadily mounted as the minutes
slowly ticked by.  The boy's mind was in turmoil, not knowing what to
expect at Master's house, but knowing he'd find out, soon enough.


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