Becoming a Boy 14

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I appreciate all the emails I have received providing comments and suggestions as well as encouragement to write more chapters. Just know that from time to time I get busy with work and delays in this part of my life will happen. Doesn't mean I stopped writing, just means work took over for a while. After spending several months out of the country with limited access to the net, the story resumes.

DANNY

I stumbled out to the front area of Dr. Jablonsky's office. All the guys that just shot their load inside me were there already. There were a lot of conversations going on but I didn't really hear any of them. All I could think about was that they had all filled me with their loads and they were all mixing themselves up inside me right now. I tried squeezing my hole tight to make sure they stayed there. I wasn't sure I could do it for long, my pussy felt so stretched out from the exam.

I was a faggot. No doubt about it now. I had just finished the most humiliating thing I had ever done. Daddy had put me through it. He had agreed with Ian that they all needed to jack their loads inside me. Omigod, I had their entire DNA inside me now. I was like a little seeding station to their DNA. I wondered if it was doing anything to me. What reactions did a guy's sperm cause. I knew that over the summer the more Daddy and Ian fucked me, the more I wanted to be fucked. The more I did what they said, the less I cared what it was because if I did what they wanted, I got their cocks and their loads. Now I had just had five Men fuck me with their hands and leave their loads in me. I was in heaven I had to admit it to myself. Everything that Daddy or Ian or Mr. Johnson said was true. It was like I needed this sort of thing. I needed cock and cum and that was what I was good at.

I was still a little wobbly from the muscle relaxants that Mr. Johnson had given me. I leaned against the wall and tried to order my thoughts. I was 19, my Daddy owned me, lock, stock and barrel. I would do whatever he wanted or told me to do, and in return, he would fuck me hard and breed my pussy. It was...it was...everything I had hoped for. I thought I might cry. How did I get to this point where hiding it all had failed and now it was all out in the open? It didn't matter, I decided. I am a faggot and I am a good one, I told myself.

I had taken all of their fists. I was so uncomfortable with that thing, that instrument in my cunt that my dicklet didn't even get hardly hard at all, not that it could anyway after Daddy locked it down. I had to focus on my hole and their hands made it feel so good. Then Daddy, oh god, Daddy made me cum without me ever getting hard or even wanting to. He just rubbed that spot the doctor told him to rub and my clit leaked a huge load just like, well just like, like a faggot I guess. It felt good but a different good, like it was from my pussy and not my balls or something. Oh god, it was like I was in a different place when Daddy did that to me. I wanted more. I wanted to feel that again and again.

CHUCK

Danny had fucking leaked a load just like Stacy had. My boy had done it and it was my hand that brought him to that point. I can't tell you how hard I shot that load of mine into his gaping pussy. My dick was bouncing in my hand even though I had a hold of it. I had to remind myself that really all I had been doing was jacking myself, but it was an incredible feeling to play with the kid's pussy, no other word for it, and get her off. I was proud of Danny for learning so quickly, for letting her self go with the changes in her life. It really made me realize that Danny wasn't a guy, in any form any longer. The words I had been using, the talking to him, he had really come around and just begun to accept, I think, that he was a faggot and that focusing on that hole would be the best thing for her.

When I realized Danny was standing there I went over and put my arm around her. "That was good baby. You did real well in there. I'm happy that you have been paying attention and are learning your pussy is what matters when it comes to your body." He smiled and wrapped both arms around my waist.

"Daddy, it felt soooo amazing. You are so good to me. I really, really know you understand me now. You were right, I need to pay attention to your cock and my pussy" he said.

"Good boy, Danny. You're learning." He stood there holding on to me and I let him, hell he was my own flesh and blood, my own faggot that I had created in every sense of the word.

IAN

I really wanted to get to Johnson's farm. It had to be some kind of place. I was talking to him listening to him describe the place. The pigs, the fags, the workers. He said he might be looking for someone to help him out there and suddenly I wanted the job. I had never really wanted a job before, hell I had never even worked any job before, but I wanted to work at Johnson's farm.

"Dad, I'm going to go out to Johnson's farm, I mean if that's okay and all. He says I can catch a ride back with one of the guys later. I'll be back before dinner, so Mom doesn't freak or anything. So if it's cool, I'll just ride out now with him and Danny."

Dad looked pretty at ease, pretty happy. "Yeah, why don't we both head out there," he said. "I still need to work with Johnson on a couple things. We can get some things done out there, find out what he's talking about with this job, and see the place. He may give you a tour or have one of the help do it, while we work out some details on dealing with the guy that raped Danny."

"Oh man. Dad, I really want to hear about that. I'd like to fucking hurt that guy."

"No," Dad said in a warning tone. "We can't do that Ian. He knows what I look like and he'll recognize you too, you look too much like me honestly. Johnson has something planned. I want to hear the details."

While Dad went to talk to Johnson, I went over to Bernie. "Hey man, so you do tattoos in addition to the piercing?"

"Yeah, definitely," he said. "You interested in something for yourself or for a fag you got?"

I laughed. I hadn't thought about that before. "For me," I told him, "but I'll definitely think about some for a fag when I get the one I want ready for it." He grinned. It was hot thinking that I could have my own faggot one day, to do what I wanted to with, the way Dad had Danny.

"You got anything in mind?" Bernie wondered.

"Well, I was thinking something big across the shoulder, maybe on my pec, just on one side, maybe onto the back. Maybe a dragon or some kind of an animal

 "When you're home sometime from school stop in and see the place, I'm usually there during regular hours. If I'm not ask them when I'll get back," he told me. We shook and he headed out. Soon Dad was done and we got in his car and followed Johnson out to his farm.

When we got out to the farm, I was expecting something else, I don't know what, but this looked like a regular farm. There were pigs in a pen, by the looks a lot of them, and various buildings all around. We parked up front next to Johnson's car.

"Danny, go get cleaned up. We don't need you smelling like one of the pigs all day," Johnson told Danny as he got out of the truck. "Take Ian along and show him your room and the bunkhouse. Introduce him to anyone you happen to see along the way, make sure he feels welcome, boy. Ya got me?"

"Yes, Sir," Danny answered. "Come on, Ian," he waved me over to the direction he was heading, so I followed.

Danny pointed out a couple barns and said that some of the guys had to clean it out regularly. He waved across a field to a large guy wearing jeans, boots and a t-shirt. Big guy.

"Who's that Danny?" I asked.

"Uhm, his name is Mr. Sasquatch," he giggled as he said it.

"Come on, Danny, seriously?"

"That's what he told me to call him," Danny said. "Everyone calls him that. He said it was because he is big and hairy and folks had called him that since he was a kid, so that is what we call him. He doesn't mind. I don't know what his real name is, no one seems to know, not even Stacy."

"Who's Stacy?" I asked.

"My friend. He's been here a couple years."

We came to the bunkhouse. Danny opened the door and we walked in. There were rooms on both sides of the main room, which was large. There were a couple guys sitting at a table in the main area. They were working on something. Fags, I thought to myself. They were dressed pretty queerly, like I had seen Danny dressing over the summer. Tight shorts, real small ones, they had boots on though. It made sense, wandering around a farm I wouldn't be doing it in sandals or flip-flops. They looked up as we entered and Danny walked over to where they were.

"Hi, Danny," one of the fags said.

"Hi, Jerry. Hey, Bailey." They were both smiling. Bailey, god no wonder the kid was a fag with a name like that, I thought. "This is my brother, Ian. He's visiting the Farm today." Jerry was dark skinned, African-American was my guess, pretty lips and a nice smile. He had decent arms and you could see that both his nipples were pierced through the little t-shirt he had on. His hair was very wavy; he had it pulled back into a large ponytail. Bailey was a red head. He was taller than Jerry when they stood up to greet me, maybe 6 foot. He had freckles across his shoulders. His nipples were not pierced but they were big fat ones that he had obviously worked on getting that big, it was pretty hot looking. He wasn't as muscled as Jerry but he didn't have any fat on him, he had a flat stomach that showed an outline of taught muscle. His red hair was straight but medium length except the bangs which were longer, kinda cute if I had to say so; definitely not the long fag hair that Danny had.

"Hi Mr. Ian," they both said at the same time.

"Hey," I replied.

"I'm going to shower, like Mr. Johnson told me to," Danny spoke. "Can you guys make Ian feel welcome? Mr. Johnson said we are supposed to do that," he smiled.

"Sure," said Bailey. Jerry just giggled. Danny went off to one of the rooms, his I guessed.

"Soooo, what are you working on?" I asked. Since I was left here I may as well talk to them I figured.

"Oh, stuff for the farm," Jerry said. "Come over and sit down I can show you." I went over to their side of the table and sat. They both moved in close right away and began to show me what they were working on. It was just some basic entries into logs on the computer about the animals. I hadn't been sitting there long though and Bailey slid his hand over my thigh. Then Jerry did the same thing on the other side.

"Wooahhh," I started to stand up. "Whatcha doin there, boys?" I asked.

"Danny said Mr. Johnson told us to make you welcome, so we were going to make you welcome," Jerry explained

"I mean of course if you don't want us to," Bailey said as he continued rubbing my thigh then moved his hand over to my crotch. I couldn't help but to start getting hard. Here were two fags wanting something I had. Fuck. I looked at each of them, wondering what I was in for. "Wow, you have something big in there," he added. As soon as he said that Jerry's hand was rubbing my other side.

"Really?" I asked. "That's what making me welcome is about?"

"Yes, Sir," they both responded.

"Do you do this to every man who visits?"

"When we can," Bailey smiled as he answered.

I stood there looking at them, wondering which one was going to go first. I just reached out and grabbed Jerry by the hair and pulled his face into my crotch. "You like a big dick?" I asked.

He moaned in response. I grabbed Bailey's hair with my other hand and tilted his head back so he was looking up at me. "You like making men feel welcome?"

"Yes, Sir, I do," was his correct answer. I let go of his hair and grabbed a hold of one of those big nipples I had seen protruding from his chest. I pulled until he got the message to stand up. He moaned loudly as I twisted it in my fingers.

"That gets you hot and bothered I guess. You have big fag nips, just like my brother. I like playing with his a lot, so I imagine I'm going to enjoy yours too," I let him know. I released Jerry's hair and reached my other hand over to Bailey's lonely nipples and began twisting them sharply, then caressing them. Jerry took the key that he could undo my pants and he wasted no time pushing them down my legs and pulling my boxers down after that. He grabbed the base of my cock and started lapping at my dick like it had been weeks since he had seen one.

"Mmmmm," he seemed to moan in appreciation. I returned my appreciation by calling him a greedy faggot, which just met with more moaning approval from him.

"Get my shirt off," I growled at Bailey. He began pulling the shirt over my head, as I kept up my assault on his tits. Once he had it off he went to work on my pits. I grabbed his head and pulled it around as I wanted. "That's it. Lick that shit up. Get in there and clean that funk up," I told him. "I want that smell gone."

Fuck, fags were hot. They would do anything. I liked this place already. If I got this kind of welcome from someone I didn't know, I wondered how well they might do if I was working here and they knew what they were going to get. One was running his hands over my chest as I drug his face around licking. I grabbed the other by the head and moved his face down to my balls. "Give em a bath faggot. Get those clean too." I grabbed my cock with one hand and beat the dark skinned kid on the face as he lapped at my balls. The redhead just kept licking my chest, sucking at my nipples, and then he was licking at my ear.

"Please...please Mr. Ian, may I suck it too...please?" Damn if I don't like to have someone beg for my cock. I could feel it get harder just from listening to him whine in my ear about how he was missing out. I pulled away from Jerry and turned towards Bailey.

"You want to suck this now? You think you can handle it all?

"Yes, Sir, please?"

I pushed him down on his knees and he looked up at me, his face framed by his boyish bangs. "Yeah, fag, you can suck too." He wasted no time after I had given him the go ahead. He swallowed my head and began working his way down the shaft that his fag friend had already gotten wet. Before I knew it I could feel the back of his throat and it just opened up like Danny could do and he was down to my nuts right up against his lips. I held his head down on there until I could feel him try to pull back then waited a bit longer before I let go. He pulled back and took a breath and went back on it. "Oh, fuck! You suck cock real well, bitch." He looked up at me but his mouth was too full to say anything back. "Let's see if your buddy can do that too."

I pulled my dick from Bailey's throat and shoved it into Jerry's mouth. I grabbed his head and pulled it down on my cock. He let me do it and before I knew it, he too had swallowed the whole thing. Fuck I was in heaven. Two fags who could deep throat like this would keep my mind off the ladies for a good long while., I thought to myself. What a difference a summer can make.

The two fags took turn deep-throating me. I let them switch off, holding on to each of their heads. It didn't matter to me which one got the load. I was working up to it quickly this way. One would go down on me and clench his throat then the other would take his place and do the same thing. Each waited his turn as I fucked face on one then turned to the other. I was pulling back and smacking each of their faces. They just moaned when I did that, like they had to have the cock touching them or in their face. I didn't want to cum really but they were both so good at what they were doing I wasn't going to last long. I was pulling out of Bailey's face and I could feel my nuts tightening up. Jerry must have seen it too.

"Oh, god, please let me have your load, please!" he begged.

I slammed down his throat and erupted. "Take it faggot. Drain that cock. AAAAHHhHHh, shit, faggot, feels so fucking good." I was emptying right into his stomach. He kept swallowing on my dick massaging more and more seed out of my cock. The feeling of him doing it was incredible. I held his face down all the way on my cock as I finished filling him up. When I let go of his head, he came up for air and I nearly lost my balance. My nerves were on edge having him drain me like that. I looked back down at him. "Looks like you blew your little fag stick, boy.  You must have really enjoyed that," I told him. The front of his jeans were damp and cum had soaked through his little tight shorts.

"Yes, Sir," he gasped. "It happens every time. I don't know why, I just cum if a man feeds me his load," he explained. I didn't care, wasn't any thing to me if he shot or not, he hadn't even played with it, just blew as I nutted.

"You must like the taste, faggot," I laughed. I stepped back from him. My cock was still hard.

"I should go," Jerry said. "I told Mr. Johnson I would get these numbers to his wife right away when I was done, but I wanted to make you feel welcome, Mr. Ian."

"Fine faggot, do what you need to do, As far as I'm concerned you made me welcome," I told him. He got up and gathered the stuff he had been working on.

"I guess I better go clean up first," he said as he headed for the door.

I turned and Bailey was still on his knees. He looked a little disappointed. "What's wrong, bitch?" I asked.

"Well, Mr. Ian, I was hoping you were going to fuck me too, but you already shot your load," he mumbled.

"Do you see my dick drooping, fag?"

"No, Sir, he answered.

"Well, then I can fuck you plenty. Where's your room though. If we just stand out here in the open, who knows how many other fags are going to watch."

He smiled then got up. He turned and headed towards a room. He looked over his shoulder and motioned for me to follow him. His ass swung back and forth as he walked, making him look nearly like a woman the way he swayed his hips. I wasn't going to say no to a fuck, not if he could fuck like he sucked, I wasn't.

We got to his room and I shut the door. He still had his back to me. I could hear the buttons on his shorts being undone. He dropped his shorts exposing a nice bubble ass. There was a thong string running up his crack. I moved in to rub his ass. My dick got to it before I did though and it slid along his crack as I reached around and twisted his nipples again. He moaned and settled back against my chest. I could feel my cock throbbing on his back and ass. I reached down and moved the thong string over to one side of his ass. I moved my hips back slightly and my dick slid lower on his crack. I didn't feel like wasting any time. I wanted inside this hot redheaded fag.

"Wait," he suddenly spoke. I...I need to tell you something," he added.

"What is it?" I asked. "You're clean aren't you?"

"Yes, of course, Mr. Ian." He answered. "But I...I'm not, I mean..." He paused then put his hands on his thong strings and pulled them down and removed the thong. Then he turned slowly to face me. I looked at his body and he had no dick. In fact, he had a pussy where I had expected a dick. The faggot looked like a guy, but he had a cunt on him.

"Fucking A," was all I could say at first. I just stared. Then I reached out and ran my hand along his pussylips. He moaned as I slipped a finger inside. "This real, baby?" I questioned him. "You a boy or a girl?" I had no idea actually. He blushed a bit.

"I'm a boy," he said. "My...my husband," he started to explain, "had me pussyfied. He took my dick and had it made into a pussy. I...I pee like a girl now. But he had my balls put inside me, so I am still a boy, I still need to cum but the only way is if a man fucks me now. I cum when my P spot is massaged during a fuck or the deep part of my pussy, my...my g-spot," he explained. "My husband made the doctor keep my plumbing so, I can get stimulated either place and I cum...inside...in my pussy if the man fucks me well." He had been looking at me directly while he spoke. Now he dropped his eyes and continued. "He's on a business trip now for awhile. He goes every year for a month or so to his properties overseas and leaves me here. I haven't cum in a couple weeks and I am so horny." He jumped a little as I slid another finger inside his pussy. My thumb automatically looked and found a clit on him. The pussy sure seemed real to me.

"That clit feel good getting rubbed? How'd they do that, boy?"

"oooohhhhhh," he moaned gently as I massaged it. "I...I don't know, just that they made it so it feels good."

"How deep is that pussy, boy? Is it the same size as your cock was before it was changed?" I had so many questions to ask him...her. A real pussyboy, oh my fucking god, I thought. "How big was your dick, faggot?" I wondered what it must be like to have your cock turned into a pussy. The faggot must really be into his Man to give up his fucking dick, was what I was thinking.

"It was about 8 inches hard, Mr. Ian." He leaned into my chest and grabbed my arms as I massaged his clit and fingered his pussy. "Maybe a bit bigger."

"That's a big dick, faggot. Didn't you ever want to use it on the girls or other guys?" I wondered aloud. I continued to rub his clit. I was fascinated. It looked like any vagina I had paid any attention to on a girl. It was fucking amazing to look at this boy and then him having a cunt. I knew I had to fuck him, just to see what it was like.

"No, Sir, mmmmmmm, Sorry, Mr. Ian that just feels good, oooohhhhhh. I've always been a faggot, I always just wanted to get fucked, I've always known it."

"So you just let your, uh husband, do that to you? Didn't you put up a fight? I mean, dude, its your dick." I couldn't imagine giving up my cock for any reason, and I couldn't begin to imagine what would drive a faggot to do it.

"No...no, I belong to him. I knew when I gave myself to him he would do what he wanted, he wanted to give me another hole for him to fuck, oohhhhhhh, god, yessssss."

The fag was loving the fingering. I was still running all of this information through my brain. This faggot was completely submissive to his guy. He completely turned himself over to the guy and the Man turned his dick into a damn pussy...just because he could or wanted to do it. It was damn HOT!! To think about owning another guy's mind and body like that was something I had only begun to even consider, and here I was meeting a..a faggot, not a guy anymore, but not a girl either, who had so completely submitted and seemed happy with it.

"You like having a cunt, boy? I mean, you're not a guy anymore, you lost the thing that makes you a Man." He just blushed a little and didn't say anything. Didn't have to really, I mean it was all pretty clear, the guy had turned everything over to someone and they had done what they wanted. He may not have known what he was getting into when he started but what difference did it make now? He had no dick. He was what ever I could imagine; girl, boy, faggot, pussyboy...I liked that, pussyboy, something totally in between a guy and a gal. He said he still had his nuts up inside him somewhere he said, so he must get awful damn horny without anyway to relieve that stress. Could you still get blueballs if they were tucked away up inside you?

I had to find out what it was like to fuck him.

CHUCK

"Now, just because he's your boy, Chuck doesn't mean things are going to be easy for him here. We did the exam this morning and I wanted you and Ian here to see how things are going to be, how the kid's body is not going to be given an easy ride, so to speak," Johnson was telling me. "I plan on doing the same to him as I do the others."

I wasn't really paying that much attention to Johnson to be honest. I was watching the boys come and go through the area outside his office, hearing his "wife" speaking to them, and honestly thinking about how proud I was of Danny. How he had cum for the first time with his dick never getting hard.

"It's going to be a long time before Danny will come again. Today he had a lot of men manipulating him and watching him and my guess, from knowing faggots over the years, is that he wanted to cum badly since he has been locked down for a couple weeks like you did for him. That won't happen again for a good long while is my guess. It can take boys months or longer sometimes to cum from the manipulation of their tits or from the stimulation of a man's cock when they can't get hard."

"That isn't a problem for me," I told Johnson. "I believe now that is what he needs to learn more about who he is. He needs to learn discipline and service." I told Johnson. "Its clearly NOT something I can fully teach him at home. I've come to the realization that even though I enjoy using him I can't be his father and the man for him. He needs to experience other men and learn that they have different expectations, different wishes. At home, he wouldn't get full use," I told Johnson. I had come to this conclusion over the last couple weeks. As much as I screwing Danny's holes, he needed more than a quick fuck to keep him in line, I knew that. He needed something besides me long term, as much as I hated to think about it. I glanced back at Johnson, I had been staring off into space I guess. He was grinning.

"What are you going to do now Chuck? Few less holes to fuck at your house," he laughed. I had to grin back. He was right, I had thought about that fact. I wouldn't have the opportunities I had created over the summer to get off.

"Fuck you, Johnson. The wife is still at home, she'll just have to put out more now. If not, I know where to come for relief," I shot back. Though I knew she would love to put out more, I also had an inkling that not having the complete control I had gained over Danny might leave a gap in some of my own needs I had discovered the last few months. Only time would tell if I sought out different opportunities to meet my own needs. "Anyway, its not like I haven't gone without fag pussy before. Never even thought about it until recently," I added. I didn't even sound convincing to myself so I knew Johnson heard my own doubts about going back to just the wife. Only time would tell how things played out, I thought.

DANNY

I got into the shower. The warm water felt good spraying my body, cleaning it off. I was so relaxed. I rinsed off the cum that had oozed out of my dick. I mean my dicklet, I tried to remember that I no longer had a dick. I smiled to myself thinking about how the release was SOOOO good. I hadn't had a release like that since Daddy had locked me down, and it felt so different than cumming used to, completely different. Nothing shot out, I felt nothing around my dick much at all really, when it happened. There was just the incredible feeling in my ass, where all the men had touched me and they had all put their hands inside.

I reached around to feel my hole. I was still pretty stretched out. I squeezed tight and could feel the ring clench. I knew I would need to keep that in shape now, it had been stretched out further than anyone had done, even the night Ian had shoved his fist in there. Now I had been opened wide by Doc's speculum and had all those hands inside me. It made me feel really open, really at their mercy. I shuddered thinking about it. I had never felt so vulnerable and yet I had felt sooo good too, and then the release, as Daddy had his dick aimed at my hole with his hand there...I squeezed my hole shut again. I knew I should keep all that seed inside me for as long as possible.  How had my hole gotten to be so big? I really hadn't set out to make it so big, but it seemed that I just took whatever a man wanted to shove in there. I was really NOT ready for that inspection today but I didn't have a choice, Daddy wanted it and now, now I think anything could fit in there. I cleaned around my, well it was hardly an asshole anymore, it was too big to be called that. I guess the men were right it was more like a slit now, a pussy. I cleaned around my pussy, but not inside it. I bet I could put my hole fist in there easily now to clean it. The thought tempted me for a bit but I decided against it. I didn't want to lose everything that had been deposited. Something told me to keep everything the men had put inthere inside me, I wondered if someone like me got anything from the sperm, like DNA or something? I mean I knew I couldn't get pregnant, duh, but all that male seed, that essence, wouldn't my body absorb that, I thought? It was difficult to wrap my mind around but I decided against seeing if my own fist would fit in. I figured I could try it later if I wanted to.

It was so relaxing, just showering and knowing that any man could do what they wanted with me. I mean, I loved Daddy and Ian too but just knowing that lots of different men would use me now made my hole tingle and seemed to make me delirious. I wondered about the different men who worked on the farm. There were five or six guys besides Mr. Johnson that I had seen this past week. I wondered what their dicks looked like? I wondered whether I would get to taste all of them? I didn't want to be seen as a slut. Was it wrong to want all of those men? I thought about it some as I washed my hair. Daddy had said at first that I was his, but now he had brought me here so he must know that I would be getting cock from different people now. Did that mean I wasn't his anymore? I couldn't think about that, it was too scary to think about. I thought I wanted Daddy to be mine forever but maybe I needed to face up to the fact he didn't want that.

I stepped out and dried off. I brushed my hair and pulled it back into a ponytail. I carefully dried around my pussy and my locked dicklet. My balls had fallen into their sac during the warm shower. I popped them back up inside me. They were less painful there. They didn't get squeezed so much and it lessened the space my dick needed to be attached to my taint. It just was easier this way. It was not so bad. I was adjusting to it. As I left the bathroom I could hear the unmistakable sounds of someone in the midst of getting fucked. I smiled. I figured it was Ian. He wasn't in the big central room, so it figured. He was always horny it seemed to me. One of the guys, or maybe both, were getting some of his dick. I didn't care, I told myself, I already had his load inside me, why shouldn't one of the others guys have the same thing. It was like sharing my brother with them.

TIM

So, why did I get all hard and worked up when Ian gut punched me and was talking about sucking his dick? Did I really want to suck it? Why was I even thinking about it? Ok, ok, so I had done it the one time, but I was half drunk and I wanted to get off with that girl. Why did she have to go and insist on Ian being there too? It seemed like a good idea at the time, but now I was wondering. I mean, it was hot enough doing the three-way with him, but it was the girl that had me turned on, not Ian, right? So then why was I boning up now when he talked about me sucking his cock, or when he was hocking a big wad of spit on me? I didn't go out that night looking to become Ian's cocksucker. I mean, ok, so he had a big dick and MAYBE I was interested to just SEE what it was like. I mean, Tressa wanted it bad enough maybe there was a reason I figured, and it was huge, I admit it, when he dropped his pants that night I was impressed, but I hadn't like been secretly fagging out on dicks before now. Why would I start all of a sudden with his?

It was my fault, that I knew. If I hadn't done what she said and gone and gotten him. I was always doing shit like that. When someone told me to do something I generally did it. That was how I had been brought up. If my parents said to do something I did it. It wasn't like I was a goody two shoes, there was stuff I didn't do, but I had gotten my ass beat enough as a kid that I knew when Dad said to do something I just did it, no questions asked and he liked it that way. So when I did it with friends or people I knew, I figured they would like me better. If I hadn't done what she said and gotten Ian I wouldn't be here now thinking about his dick. So ok, yeah I'm thinking about his dick, fuck. I went from what Tressa was telling me to do that night to doing what Ian had told me to do. That's how I ended up with his dick in my mouth and giving him a blow job. Ok, I can live with that I guess. But I didn't have to do it again. Why would I want to be someone's cocksucker. Why would I want to blow him like he seemed to want me to do? Those two better not say anything about it. I don't need the whole frat knowing I sucked his dick. I can't imagine that Tressa remembers too much, she was out of it. Ian though remembers it all and now he knows that I did it once he thinks I'll do it again.

Did all of this mean that Ian was gay? I couldn't believe that, I mean he was always bedding some chick. I could see why too after sucking on his cock. Wait a minute what was I thinking. I did NOT want to suck his cock again, that's enough thinking about it. He must be bi, I thought. That was it, he was bi. He didn't care who was sucking on his cock as long as he got off.  Did that mean I was bi too? I had sucked him off once. That was freaky, thinking back on it. He held my head down on his dick and then flooded my mouth with his load. FUCK, I was hard again, thinking about it. Why was I hard? Ok, maybe, MAYBE I was bi. Maybe I liked it. If Ian was okay with a guy sucking his cock, then maybe it was okay to be bi with him. Maybe he wouldn't say anything to anyone else. I mean he would get the same hassle from that as I would right? I didn't even know how I got to this point in my thinking, it was crazy to think I would blow him again, but here I was hard thinking about it. FUCK ME. He said I was better at it than Tressa was. Why did I care what he thought about that?

I always cared what someone else thought. I knew it was why I had stuck with swimming this long. I was good, and people told me so. I enjoyed hearing how good I was and loved the attention it got me. I know I tended to do what people wanted. I got praise for that, and things went better. I mean I got to fuck Tressa because I did what she wanted. I got to blow my load while fucking her because I did what Ian wanted. Thinking that I was better at sucking cock, at least according to Ian was kinda nice, but it didn't mean I was going to do it again. Why was I even thinking about all of this? It just kept playing in my mind over and over. I was tired of it. I needed something to do to take my mind OFF this shit. I am NOT going to think about sucking his cock any more.

IAN

I had just gotten into the car with Dad. We were headed back home where I had dropped my car when I got there this morning. Mom had gone out with friends shopping which was good. I didn't think I wanted to see her right now anyway. I wanted to talk with Dad. I hadn't done a lot fo either since heading to school, but things had changed over the summer and now. I knew what I wanted, and I wasn't going to let Dad change my mind. I needed someone to talk to about this stuff. Dad seemed to know some about fags, whether from experience with Danny or hanging with Johnson, I wasn't sure, but who else was I going to talk about it with?

"Dad, I have got to go back to Johnson's farm soon," I told him. "I want to know more."

"You mean you are really thinking of doing some work for Johnson, Ian?"

"Oh hell yes, Dad. I can at least check it out while I'm finishing school. It can't hurt to see what he has in mind, any experience I get would help long term, whatever job I decide to take after school. Plus, I'm beginning to like the whole thing about controlling not only myself, but someone else too," I told him. He looked over quickly from the road with a grin on his face. I wasn't sure what that meant, but I had a clue. "There's something that about it that fits me, and is incredibly, uhmmm, well its freaking hot, Dad." I wasn't sure I knew the words to go with it, but I got the point across I thought.

"I guess that isn't too surprising," Dad said quietly. "You take after me in a lot of ways. I've always been that way myself, Ian. You know your mom pretty much does what I tell her to do, and learning that Danny would do it too, well, it was a surprise, but you've seen what he will do when you tell him to do it. It can be a real eye opener, learning who and what you can control"

"Dad, when we got there, Johnson had two of the fags welcome me, I guess they took that to mean you know, give me a blow job, so two of them were on their knees choking on my cock like 5 minutes after Danny and I got back there. Then one of them begged me to fuck him, after I had already blown a load. It was incredible. The power I felt and the way they made me feel was incredible. I can't NOT do this. I'm craving the chance to see what this is about. I never saw this until Danny, and now I want it."

Dad just looked over at me again. He didn't ask about what I was saying though. "So, was he any good," Dad asked? I had to grin, Dad went straight for the description of the sex.

"Oh, man. What a fuck! Dad, the fag had a pussy," I told him, he looked over at me like I was crazy. "I'm not talking about his ass either Dad, I mean this kid looked like a guy, tall skinny, short hair, but he pulls off his girl panties and there's no dick, just a pussy. I mean, like a real vagina with a clit. It was freaky!"

"Really?" Dad seemed to not believe me. Hell, I still didn't believe me. "You mean like Doc was describing to us? Are you sure it wasn't a girl?"

"Dad, I know the differences...well, ok, I mean I thought I knew the differences. Maybe there aren't as many differences when it comes down to it, but yeah, this was a guy. He said his man had his dick changed into a pussy. He called himself a pussyboy. Said his nuts were up inside him somewhere. He had absolutely no tits, so yeah, I'm pretty sure it was a guy. I mean he had a chest, but like a guy's chest, Dad, but a working pussy, it was deep too. I mean, he...she said that she had an 8 inch cock before it was turned into a pussy. He, well I guess she...whatever, kinda confusing I guess, took my whole cock in both her holes."

"Nice,' Dad added. I knew he could appreciate that. I had seen Dad's dick, it was like mine. Not all women can do that, so I know he understood that comment.

"I just couldn't believe it at first, To think of having that much control or power over someone was an incredible high, Dad. I, I think I want to learn more. I want to take this and see what I can do. I'm thinking maybe I want to find someone like that for myself."

"What? You want to find a pussyboy? You want to make someone a pussyboy," Dad looked over. I stared at him until he faced back to the road.

"I don't know Dad, that's what I need to find out. I Ôm not sure I would make a guy a pussyboy, but I mean I want to have that control over someone, where they will do anything I want them to do, where I know that they will jump for me if I want them to, or will give up their own control to me. I need to understand that. Using Danny put the idea in my head, and today just confirmed it"

"I don't know," Dad started, "A boy with a pussy, huh? I guess there are a lot of different things going on out there, like Doc said earlier. Seems to be a lot of ways to handle a faggot. I can't imagine doing that to, well, to someone like Danny. I don't think I'm up for that kind of management, I don't know..." He paused not finishing his thought.

I thought about it for a while. I hadn't thought about that angle. "Well, I don't know if I could either, I guess, but Danny is family, and some other person is not. I might feel different if someone decided to turn over their control to me. I don't know what I might want to do with them at that point. It's what I want to learn," I told him. Dad chuckled.

"So," Dad continued. "What was the pussy like? Was it the same as a real woman?"

I grinned at Dad. "Oh, man! She has the nicest, deepest, cunt I've experienced. Whoever made it for him, knew what they were doing," I told him. "Plus, she liked what I was doing to her. She was moaning and squealing loud enough I had to stuff her panties in her mouth to keep her half quiet. She came a couple times, too. That was freaky. I'm just fucking away in her pussy, and I mean pussy, I'm not talking about his ass...her ass, all of a sudden her pussy starts spasming and then there is a flood of goo, cum, ya know.

"Whoa. Not sure I would like that" he had a grimace on his face. It made me grin. He was still old fashioned. "I locked your brothers dick down to prevent that from happening. I'm just not into all that fag cum," he said with a straight face. I guess that part didn't relly bother me. If a guy came when I was fucking them, well I guess I just saw it as a reflection of how good I was. I guess Dad saw it differently.

"Yeah, well, I couldn't stop it," I chuckled. "I guess she just liked what I was doing. Then, after I dumped a load in her pussy I flipped her over and went to work on her other hole. I was doing, well, you know, a reach around. It wasn't like she had a dick or anything, ya know? I was fingering her clit, it was just like any clit I've seen and as I was pounding her, and fingering her when she came again, moaning like crazy. I left a load in that hole too. I was worn out at that point. Then she sucked my cock clean and thanked me for doing her so well."

 "Well, you definitely won't be getting any girl pregnant, that's for sure. I guess it can't hurt to explore what you can. It's no different from other businesses when it comes down to it. He's making a profit, fulfilling a market need," he added. "I want you to keep an eye on Danny if you are going to do it."

"Yes, Dad, I will," I told him. "No problem there. Thanks for inviting me down for today," I told him as we pulled into the driveway. I had spent the whole time going on about the pussyboy and Dad hadn't really talked too much, but I was excited and thrilled to see what else I could learn from Johnson. I headed right back to school.

On the way back I thought about Tim and how I really had not been approaching him right.  Hadn't mentioned to Dad that I had a potential faggot in mind to try stuff on. I thought maybe I was trying to bully him into sucking on my dick but from everything I had seen or heard today, the way to get what I wanted was more through his head, not by bullying. Since I wanted him to give himself up to me, for what I wanted, he was going to have to decide to do that himself. If he is really a fag, the kind that loves to have a man telling him what to do, then he would have to make that decision like Danny had done with Dad, to give it up to me. I could encourage it and play him for one, but I can't be forcing anything. I hadn't talked to him since the other day in the shower. I decided I would be the man and apologize for that. Make it clear to him that I know I shouldn't have punched him. I guess I could understand why he was hiding from me or laying low. I couldn't move right to the fucking with a girl, so I don't know why I thought I could with him, he was a faggot after all, they needed to feel just like a woman and feel like they were giving in to me, not that I was taking it from him. I knew now it would take time to get him to where I wanted him. It would give me plenty of chances to see what he and I were capable of, I figured.