Becoming a Boy 69

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TIMMY

 

"That was so humiliating, Sir," I tried to explain to Ian as we drove back to town. "I never imagined doing anything like that in front of my parents... with my parents."

 

Ian just smiled as he drove. He didn't say anything yet.

 

"It was so tough the rest of the time there. I could barely look my Dad in the face," I tried explaining to him. He didn't seem to care, just smiled. "All I could think was Dad was looking at me wanting to use me the same way you did, Sir."

 

"What about your Mom? Did you enjoy some pussy again?" he asked.

 

Just thinking of that scene made me shiver. I had never thought about eating my Mom out, let alone while my Dad and Ian were there fucking. I hoped I never did that again. It was too weird. Frankly the idea of eating pussy was not something I had thought about in months, let alone my Mom's pussy. "I think this trip showed me I am not all that interested in eating pussy," I admitted to him. "I might want to fuck one on occasion... maybe."

 

Ian grinned again. "Oh, yeah? Still think you have what it takes? How's that whole bisexual thing working for you?"

 

"Sir! You know I haven't had any woman since Tressa."

 

"Until you had your Mom, yeah. Pretty hot!" Ian sounded excited.

 

"Sir!" I could feel myself turn bright red. He knew I hadn't been with any women since Tressa. So much for me being bisexual. I hadn't even tried to find a girl. I'd only focused on Ian, on being what he wanted me to be.

 

"Still think about girls? I mean, you can't even get it up, boy. What good would you be to a girl" he asked me.

 

"Maybe," you pondered the idea for a few seconds. "Sometimes I think about girls, not much really," I admitted. "I don't have to think about it now," I explained, "the 18^th just passed and we can't discuss some parts of my thinking. Maybe next month."

 

Ian grinned again. A grin of total control over me. I'd come to know the look well. "I said I don't want to hear you discussing it except once a month. I can remind you about it all I want! That's right. No worries. Plenty of time to think as we drive."

 

"But, Sir! that's not fair."

 

"Yeah, well, who's in charge, Timmy?"

 

I didn't even need to answer, but I did anyway. "You are, Sir, of course."

 

DANNI

 

"There you go, baby. How does that feel?"

 

Devish was applying some antibiotic gel onto where my nuts used to be. I was fascinated. I used to have them, but now I could glance over to the cabinet where I kept my clothes and there they were, sitting in a jar. Doctor J had done a great job I thought. Sure, it still looked a little red and raw, but If I was gentle with the area, I bet there would be very little scar when I was fully healed. It had only been a week. It wouldn't scar much Devish kept telling me.

 

I looked up at Devish and he was grinning again. He really was happy that they were gone. His smile made me smile. I wanted nothing more than to see him happy. He was going to be my husband, but it was more than that. I was his boy, his girly-boy, his boy-wife. I belonged to him. He wanted me to look like this, so that is what I wanted too.

 

"Here Danni. Go on," he said holding out a box. "Open this, try it on."

 

I took the box from him. It was the old style department store box. Ones you didn't see often. I removed the top and then opened the tissue paper inside. A smile spread across my face as I pulled the silken fabric out of the box. There was so much of it. It kept spilling out of the box.

 

"Wow! Did you really... Can I try it? How do I do it?"

 

I had no idea how to work a sari. Where did I start? There was so much fabric involved. I knew it wrapped around me, but how? There were no arm holes. How did I make a sleeve? Were my arms supposed to be exposed all of the time? I better have an even tan if I had to wear this. Oh my god, I thought of so many things I hadn't thought of when it came to wearing a sari. Did I need a shirt underneath? What about pants? Or a skirt? Was this flimsy material enough to hide everything if it was all I wore?

 

It took a few times of Devish showing me how to work the fabric. I just wasn't used to wrapping so much material around me. It was amazing. I caught on and tried it a few times. I kept looking at a myself in a mirror. I wasn't sure I would know who I was if I saw me the first time. I really had changed my looks. Well, the Men in my life had changed my looks. I carefully studied myself.

 

I had this cute top on, the last wrap had gone around my head once and covered some of my head. My face and hair were still clearly visible. I had some nice dangly earrings in my ears, the long blonde hair reached past my shoulders now. My eyes traveled down to my tummy. I had some small breasts but really in this outfit, they were not emphasized. However, my belly was exposed and the little bar jewelry in my bellybutton flashed in the mirror. All the men would look at my tummy in this thing. I better add some more crunches, to my routine, to keep it as flat as possible. Then everything except my feet were covered. I slid on a pair of Indian slippers and I was amazed. I just was unrecognizable from a year ago. I couldn't help it, I nearly cried. I was so beautiful.

 

That was when Devish stepped up next to me and used his big hand to wipe away the couple tears that had rolled down my face.

 

"Why are you crying, Danni?" he asked.

 

"I'm so happy, Sir. I, I look amazing. I mean, look, you made me look so pretty," I told him. "I never knew I could be so pretty."

 

I probably sounded dumb. I really thought I looked pretty.

 

"You have always been pretty Danni. I just showed you how very pretty you are.

 

Gosh, I just threw my arms around him and let myself cry. I was such a mess. He had made me so pretty and I loved him.

 

TIMMY

 

We got back to town and Ian went to check on Tressa. I wanted a break from the place and maybe Ian could do some of the work if I wasn't there I figured. He gave me the option to not go so I went to the room and put away our stuff from the trip. I thought I would go grab a shower so I stripped off my clothes and grabbed a towel. I glanced up and saw myself in the mirror. I stopped and dropped the towel. I took a good long look at myself.

 

I was not the same person a year ago. I had always been a swim jock, athletic and slim. Now I simply looked like a jock. I had bulged out all over my body. My pecs looked massive compared to a year ago. They were big rounded slabs of flesh. To top them off I had huge nipples that stuck out from my body nearly a good inch. My arms were bigger too. They were cut much more than they had been. My abs were flat just as they had been when I was swimming, but I had put on muscle weight that made them bigger. My thighs were a lot bigger as was my ass. I turned to look at it and was mesmerized by the size. Ian really had me focus on that and he had changed it to something he liked. I really was not the same person. It was hot looking at myself in the mirror. I ran my hands over my new muscles. Then I ran my hands down to my dick and saw it caged. I may look like a muscle jock now, but my little dick was invisible and clearly unused and locked away.

 

I picked up my towel again and headed to the shower. The place seemed quiet but I could hear someone in the shower already cleaning themselves. I stopped again and looked in the mirror of the bathroom. I was hot. I could imagine most girls would think I was a stud. Probably a lot of guys would be jealous of my body now. I saw it sort of distanced though. The body wasn't for me, it was for Ian. He wanted me to look like this, so I really didn't think too much about what others saw or thought.

 

I turned as I heard the water stop. Zach stepped out of a shower staff and grabbed a towel. He had a semi hard-on so his cock looked big, especially comparing it to my locked one. I looked at his body and saw that I had long out sized him. He was in great shape, but he was small compared to me now. I looked up at his face and he was grinning at me.

 

"Can't keep your eyes off cock these days, ay, Holder?"

 

"Uhm, sorry, Zach. Guess I do a lot of that now." Even though I was now bigger and probably stronger than Zach I knew my place in the hierarchy. I needed to defer to a man like him.

 

"You're looking good these days Timmy. You really like the gym it seems."

 

"Thanks, Zach. I was just looking at myself and thinking how much my body has changed in the last several months."

 

"Yeah, if I didn't know you, I'd guess you were a stud who got more than his fair share of the ladies. Of course, I see that ass or your lips and I know differently. The cock cage says a lot too. You miss your dick?"

 

"Some, yeah. I still try to get hard at times, mostly overnight, like first thing morning wood, ya know?" I was comfortable with Zach. Wary, but comfortable. You got that way if you sucked a guy off enough, I guess. I respected him.

 

"I would imagine. Never feel like you want to fuck a girl or a guy?"

 

I sighed. "Ian doesn't have any plans for me to fuck anything," I admitted to him. "We discuss it once a month, whether I should continue wearing it or not. It's mostly my choice, but I only get to ask him about it one day a month. We just decided to go another month a couple days ago."

 

"Oh yeah? Interesting. It will definitely retrain you, being locked that way."

 

"Yeah, and Ian told me my dick will shrink over time. It was one of the reasons I have to help make the decision every month. He wants me to be deciding if my dick gets smaller or not."

 

Zach looked at me directly for several seconds. I couldn't see what he was thinking.

 

"I'm glad that Ian seems to have changed a bit on his control issues. Control is mutual, Timmy. You give it up and he maintains it. It isn't something that is fully taken, but it is something fully given."

 

Zach made sense. Ian definitely had control, but it was because I gave it to him. I looked how I looked today because I had given up my own control willingly. It was tough to imagine having it all back. So much of my life was based around what Ian wanted. I wanted it too now. I really liked the idea that he was making decisions. I mean look at my body, I thought as I glanced in the mirror again.

 

"Yeah, I get that. I am good right now with being locked up. I haven't used my dick since last fall and that only got me in trouble then. Now I have a baby on the way," I reminded him. Zach laughed.

 

"Yeah, who knew you'd be the one breeding?"

 

"Not me," I admitted. "I wore a freakin condom, just the wrong size. It was Ian's size." That made Zach laugh again. "Obviously I don't need to be unlocked for a while," I confessed. "I think it is safer for the time being if I stay locked. I've got so much going on, it isn't like I have time for anything other than getting ready for the baby or serving Ian. I cum just as much locked as unlocked. And it does keep me focused on him."

 

"All good points, boy. I respect that," Zach said.

 

Zach was getting hard as he talked. I couldn't help but glance at his cock swinging and growing.

 

"You want some of this, Timmy? I see you checking me out."

 

"No can do, Zach. I am not available unless Ian gives the okay. You know that."

 

"He gave that to me a long time ago. What's changed?"

 

"Life. I belong to just him."

 

"Your loss," he said turning away, finishing his drying off.

 

He did have a real nice cock. I knew that from experience. I wouldn't mind sucking him off, but Ian was pretty protective of me since the baby thing came up. I wasn't free to give away my holes as I had been in the past. I made a mental note to ask him about whether he wanted me available to his friends or to strangers. I doubted he would approve it at this point. I would do as he told me, because he knew what he was doing.

 

"Your cock is great, Zach, Sir, but I belong to Ian and it will be his decision," I told him as straight as I could.

 

"I get it. You're a good boy, Timmy. Ian should be very proud of you."

 

I don't know exactly why, but I blushed. I shouldn't be embarrassed by that, should I? Being a good boy? I could feel the heat in my face fade eventually.

 

As Zach gathered his things up he paused," Going to the Alpha Zeta party this weekend?"

 

"Crap," I blurted. "I'd forgotten all about it. I'll check with Ian and get back to you. It depends on his work," I added.

 

"Not a party to be missed, boy. Be sure and convince Ian," he said with a grin.

 

Ian always looked forward to this party. It was always a step above most of the parties on campus. I was sure he'd want to go; just not sure he'd take me along. The last party we went to was crazy. Totally gay and out of control, Ian had commented. At least this one wouldn't be totally gay. Maybe he'd let me go.

 

DONOR/DUSTY

 

I checked everything in the mirror. Isaiah wanted to go to the Alpha Zeta party, and he said I had better be damn good looking as his girl. He wanted everyone to see him with his new white girl. That is what he kept calling me. He had even bought me this tight little skirt that barely covered up my ass, and I only had some tiny panties on underneath. The skirt went maybe to the middle of my thighs, okay not that far. I turned around and leaned forward. Shit, I would be bending at my knees and not leaning forward in this outfit.

 

I reached up and straightened the shirt he had told me to wear. It was a button-down he grabbed from his closet. Nicely pressed plain old white men's shirt. I felt like a schoolgirl in this outfit, blue skirt and white untucked button-down shirt. I had found a bra at the mall, and it gave my chest some form. I checked my legs, no hairs anywhere, none showing in the neckline. Even my face had been waxed again and I was smooth. I adjusted my caged dick so it wouldn't show, ruffled my hair a little. Fuck, I was beginning to think I really looked cute.

 

I was not a man, that was for damn sure. To think it was dick that made me this way. No wait, I had always been this way, I realized. I had just kept myself away from dick until I couldn't any longer. Once I'd had the cock, I had become a sissy girl in no time. Always horny always seeking out a cock. Fuck, what was I going to tell my parents? Okay, okay, calm down. Don't think about them now. Think about being the girl that Isaiah wants to be with tonight. I wasn't sure if Zach was going or not. If he was, he hadn't said anything to me. Maybe he and Isaiah had long ago spoken about which of them were taking me. Once last look, one last touch up on the mascara. I really didn't understand makeup yet. I was learning, but I would ask Isaiah quick if I looked okay.

 

"There you are, girl. What's taking you so long?"

 

I blushed a little. I really liked him calling me girl for some reason. "I was trying to get the makeup right," I explained. "Is it okay? Did I screw it up too much?"

 

Isaiah leaned in for a kiss. Just a quick one, thankfully. I didn't want to have to redo the makeup.

 

"You look great. Better every day, Dusty. You've come a long way in a short while."

 

"Do you really mean that, Isaiah? I still feel like I am looking at a guy in the mirror sometimes."

 

"You have to decide that, baby, but I think you make a fine-looking girl." He fondled my ass as he liked to do. Hopefully he kept his hand out of my pussy tonight at the party. It could really get embarrassing.

 

"I'm not too masculine?" I knew I was pushing this discussion. Isaiah had told me that I was a girl, his girl, until I figured things out. No discussions needed. He had said he was happy to be seen with me however I decided to go out into the world. He was so sexy, and so great about it all.

 

"Girl, I've told you, you look good. Amazing tonight in that skirt. I'm glad I pushed you to wear it. It shows off the ass and you've lost more weight because you have a waist these days." He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me into him. "I'm a keep an eye on that weight though, I like my girls full figured."

 

We headed downstairs and of course there were brothers hanging in the main room. When they turned to see who it was, a couple of them gave wolf whistles. Ugh, men were so rude. Had I always thought that?

 

"That's enough boys. Would you want me treating your girl that way?" Isaiah asked with a grin. He loved it I think since we knew everyone.

 

"Dude, your girl is looking good tonight. Can't we just let her know that?"

 

"If you are appropriate, dude. She isn't a random slut you can just whistle at. This is MY girl."

 

Oh, god, I was blushing bright red. I could feel it. My dick strained in its cage. I couldn't believe I was trying to get hard from the brothers talking about me this way. Maybe they really did think I looked good. Isaiah clamped his hand on my ass under my skirt. I swatted his hand away. I was NOT going to be felt up here at the frat in public. I wasn't some piece of meat! Well, maybe I was, but just not in public. He could do that later. And he said I was HIS girl! There was so much to think about as a girl.

 

IAN

 

I wanted my dick sucked and I wanted it real soon. I knew I had promised Timmy that we'd go to the frat party on the other side of town, but I wanted to get my rocks off first. I had tried to get a girl from town to give me a blow after some conversation, but she was not any good at it. I wasn't sure who was training her, but someone needed to do it. Timmy had spoiled me for blow jobs. He had gotten so good, so adjusted to my cock, that it had gotten tough to think about letting someone else try. The girl was hot, but hot didn't translate to good with her mouth.

 

When I got back to the frat I went up to the room and there was Timmy, waiting. He was dressed in one of his "fuck me now" outfits I had told him to buy. Tight plain black t-shirt and slightly ragged skinny jeans. He was risking popping fabric all over. Fuck I'd made him into one hot muscle jock. He jumped up when I came into the room to help with whatever I might need. Only today I needed him dropping to the floor instead of jumping up. I pointed to the floor in front of me. He grinned and dropped quickly to his knees.

 

"May I please suck your cock, Sir?" he asked properly with no reminding these days.

 

"That's what I've been waiting for all day," I told him. "Don't think I haven't tried to find a decent blow in this town, but damn if you aren't the best, boy."

 

"Really Sir? Thank you! I really do love giving you head."

 

"I know, I know, boy. So, don't sit there staring at my crotch. I gave the go ahead and if we want to get to the party, then you need to get me off so we can get outta here."

 

"Yes, Sir."

 

Timmy worked quickly to get my pants open and access to the cock. Yeah, it felt good knowing that he was still locked up and I had the only cock in the relationship. Pretty damn hot when you think of it. I had even told him the choice was his, but he could only discuss it once a month. He had decided to keep it locked up our last talk about it. I was damn happy to hear it too. I imagined he would eventually just forget about his dick if it stayed locked long enough. I really wanted to see if it would shrink like I had read and heard about. That would be totally hot if Timmy ended up with a 2-inch dick. Then I would definitely have the only cock between us, as it should be between a man and his fag. He went right to work on my cock. In no time at all I was balls deep in his throat and he was working his magic on our one cock.

 

"That's it, boy. Make me feel so good with that throat." I wrapped my hand around the back of his head and held him down for a few seconds until he tapped my thigh with his finger, and I released his head. He looked up at me with thanks in his eyes as he slid back off for a moment. Then he was back to slurping on it, going up and down like it might be his last meal. A hungry cock sucker was vital.

 

"Only one dick in this relationship, boy, so show it plenty of love and respect." Timmy moaned when I said that sending off a great vibration in my cock. "Keep that up and I'm going to give you a belly full of my seed." This throat buzzed again in excitement.

 

It wasn't long before I was ready to dump and go. I hoped this would be a warm-up for the night. I could see lots of chicks being at this party. It was known to draw big crowds every spring. I'd love to find some pussy tonight, was my thought as I deposited my load down Timmy's throat. By the time I released his head from my buried cock he was breathless. I had been paying more attention to my fantasy than to Timmy. Maybe I should offer Timmy a chance at a girl tonight. He did use to be straight after all. Something to consider.

 

"That was amazing, boy. You are very good at that. I can't find anyone better at giving head than you."

 

That got a big smile from him. He cleaned my cock off and placed it back in my jeans. In no time we were ready to head to the party.

 

ZACH

 

I checked everything in the mirror. I was looking good, no doubt. I was definitely ready to head off to the party on my own tonight. Isaiah had already taken off with Dusty and I was good with that. Although technically I owned Dusty and was her keyholder, I had pretty much turned her over to Isaiah of late. Taking control of a fag was great fun, but I really had not been ready to convert Donor to a girl. I had gone along with it for the excitement at first, but honestly, that had run its course for me. I didn't want a girl for a long-term arrangement. I wanted a guy. Whether that was a skinny twink or a muscle jock, I wasn't too sure, but I knew I preferred a guy to a girl or someone in between. I was lucky that Isaiah had stepped up and enjoyed that sort of relationship.

 

How I would fully hand over Dusty wasn't clear yet, but my guess was she would beg me to turn her key over to Isaiah. I'd talk with him to be sure he was fully committed to her. I had no interest in dumping her blindly into the world after starting her down a path to sissydom. Call me sentimental, I did keep an eye on the people I was fucking around with regularly. Knowing I was her first man was a hot thought still, I just had no long-term interest. It just wasn't my scene now. I'd have to keep an eye on Isaiah and the feminization of Dusty.

 

I was looking forward to a great party and the chance to meet some guys who might be interested in something. Nothing long term, I don't think but something new, different. The place was rocking when I got there. No problem getting a good turnout here, this was on a similar scale to the Halloween party last fall. There were groups of folks all over the house. I stepped into the main living area and just took in the sights. As I was scanning the room I noticed someone waving then heading over.

 

"Zach! How's it going?" the tall handsome guy said to me.

 

"Chris! Dude, haven't seen you in a while." Chris had been in a biology class with me a couple times. This was his frat, I had totally forgotten about that. "This place is packed!"

 

"Dude, you have no idea. The folks out back make this look small," he grinned. We made some small talk about school and stuff. Nothing serious. The place was kinda loud, so any in-depth discussion was going to be in a different room. We wandered to where the kegs were at and he refilled his cup and I grabbed one for myself.

 

"Any chance of finding some relief here tonight?" I asked while grabbing my crotch. He laughed.

 

"Depends on what you're looking for," he replied. "Some of the girls here are open to providing relief, or so I've been told."

 

"I'm not really looking for that," I admitted. I might be taking a chance outing myself, but how else would I find something I wanted.

 

"Oh yeah?" he looked at mt quizzically. "Looking for a guy?"

 

"Yeah. Something nice looking and a bottom," I admitted.

 

"Damn. Serious? You gay?"

 

"Mostly. I've fucked a few girls, so I guess you could say I'm bi, but that has mostly been to get into a guy's pants. Not attracted to girls for the most part."

 

"Well, most of the brothers here are pretty sensitive about the whole thing. I swear I'm the only gay guy in the frat," Chris outed himself to me. I raised my hand and gave him a high five.

 

"A lot of my brothers are out, or at least open to using a guy to get off," I told him. I looked around the room and spotted Ian and Timmy off in a corner talking to each other, Timmy looking at the floor, Ian scanning the room speaking to him. "See those two over there?" I pointed and described them. He nodded. "They are a couple. Ian is the slightly taller one. Timmy is the one with the longer hair."

 

"Serious? They are both smokin hot. Which one is the bottom?" he wondered.

 

"Hahahaha. You can't tell?"

 

"Well, if I had to pick, I'd say the one with the longer hair is the bottom. I'm not the best at using gaydar," he confessed.

 

"Totally right," I told him. "Timmy is Ian's fag. He does everything Ian tells him to do. I don't think he could disobey Ian if he tried. Got a great mouth too, if you want a blow."

 

"He's given you a blow job? That dude is built. I mean, look at his pecs and his ass is really big. He must spend hours at the gym. And you are telling me he's gay?"

 

"I'm telling you he's a fag. Submits completely to Ian. Sometimes Ian lets him use his talents with other guys."

 

"I'll keep it in mind," Chris said. "So, you get a lot of action? I'm not getting any currently. It's tough in this house to have a regular. Guys all up in my business and being jerks sometimes about it."

 

"Fuck `em," I told him. "They need to get over it. So, you get fucked? Or you like to do the fucking?" Maybe Chris would be interested in a quick fuck.

 

"Definitely never been in that spot," he said. "Just never appealed to me. I like fucking. Not giving up my ass though," he said. "I don't mind sucking dick on occasion, but not getting fucked."

 

"I hear you. I tried it a couple times and it wasn't my thing either. I much prefer being on top."

 

"Guess I'm not getting any from you tonight," Chris joked. "Okay, so anyone else here you know?"

 

I pointed out Isaiah and Dusty as we wandered back for another refill. "See those two? The slightly chubby white guy and the tall black man. Isaiah is a brother too. He's been working on the other now for a couple months."

 

"The girl who's with him? I don't see a guy," he said.

 

"Oohhhh, sorry. Yeah. The girl is not a girl. I mean, she is becoming a girl, just not there fully. Isaiah is helping her along the way."

 

"Dude, what? She's transitioning?"

 

"I'm pretty sure. Has completely changed the last couple months. Her name is Dusty. She's got a damn good mouth too," I added.

 

"Not into girls," Chris repeated. Never been with one, don't need to start now." I laughed.

 

"It's not that bad," I told him. "I can do it. It's warm, wet and sometimes tight. Not all that different from an ass, but like I said, not my primary go to though."

 

"Who else is here that you know? I need to get out more," he said.

 

I laughed again. "See the big guy over there?"

 

"You mean, Alonzo? The football player? No way!"

 

"Completely gay. Probably hasn't ever been with a woman. Loves to fuck guys though. I wouldn't recommend starting with him if you ever decide to bottom though." I moved my hands a foot apart and Chris' jaw dropped. "Seriously big, total top."

 

"Dude, I would never mess with him," Chris said. "He'd have me down and out for the count if he is as big as you say."

 

"He is," I told him.

 

We looked around the room. As we did so, Doug from the frat came up behind me and patted me on the shoulder.

 

"Zach! How's it going? I want you to meet my brother. He's visiting campus this weekend. Hey, Davis, this is my frat brother Zach."

 

"Hey Davis, I greeted him. "This is my buddy Chris, one of the brothers here at Alpha Zeta."

 

"Nice to meet you," Davis said pretty formally. "Doug, I'm going to look around. You gonna be here for awhile? Is that Alonzo Brown on the football team? I gotta meet him."

 

Davis was tall, taller than Doug. I'd have to say 6'4" at least. He was also built like a tank. Looked like a real stud for a high school kid.

 

"Yeah, that's Alonzo," I confirmed. Davis left and wandered over to where Alonzo was standing. Good Luck, I thought to myself.

 

"He going here in the fall?" I asked Doug.

 

"Nah, not yet. He's being recruited to play football. He's like all-state quarterback on the high school team. I said I'd show him around, but he knows some of the players already, like that one I guess. Davis is wound pretty tightly. I was hoping he'd have a beer or two and loosen up. Getting away from home will be an eye-opener for him.

 

"Oh yeah? What do you mean?" I asked. Chris's eyes followed Davis as he walked across the room. The kid had a nice ass on him.

 

"Oh, he's still in the good child, go to church every week and do what Mom and dad say mode. He has a girlfriend, but they are into the whole church and chastity thing. It's all they talk about, waiting until marriage. He needs to figure out his own stuff and cut loose," Doug explained. "I think he likes campus though, and he said the coach seemed excited to get him here on campus."

 

"I'm sure Alonzo will show him around," I said grinning at Chris.

 

"I better catch up, keep an eye on him," Doug said as he followed off after his brother. "He'll tell mom if I screw up."

 

"So is Doug gay too?" Chris asked. "His brother is cute, but I'm not touching high school kids."

 

"No, I don't think he is. At least I don't know that he has ever joined in anything at the frat. Usually word travels about who is doing whom or what. His brother will get a chance to figure it out in college."

 

"What are you looking for in a dude?" Chris asked me.

 

"Depends," I replied. "Tonight it's to get off. Obviously, I'd like something long-term, but I'm good with Mr. Right Now, tonight. I guess someone who can accept that I'm the top and I'm not interested in being the bottom at all. I think that makes it tougher because I'm truly not interested in getting fucked. Flip-flopping is not in my future."

 

"So, you think there are others out there like that Timmy guy. All buff and hot looking who are bottoms."

 

I laughed and thought about how to answer that. I thought back to last fall and Tim being straight guy, swim team material. He'd been put through some changes for sure this year.

 

"So, Timmy is a new person from who he was last year," I told him. "Ian didn't find him looking that way, Ian made him into what he is now."

 

"What do you mean? He made him gay?"

 

Chris seemed nice enough, but he was definitely not aware of some parts of life. He didn't seem to get that Ian owned Timmy and Timmy did whatever Ian wanted him to do.

 

"When Ian and Timmy started up last fall, Tim was on the swim team and had never done anything with a guy. I really meant what I said about Timmy. He belongs to Ian. He does exactly what Ian tells him to do. He's been to the gym nearly every day this last year. He had to drop off the swim team because he added too much muscle to compete well. Ian ordered him to lose the body hair, so if you ever saw Timmy naked, you'd see there is not a stray hair on his body below his head. Had it all removed, facial hair too. He's as smooth as a baby's butt."

 

"Whoa! I never thought about something like that. Timmy just lets that guy make all those decisions?"

 

"He has given up control to Ian. It's the way Ian wanted it to be and it was the way Timmy learned made the most sense to him. He learned to love cock and giving up control at the same time."

 

"Totally amazing!" Chris stared at the couple. "He's Ian's bitch."

 

"His faggot." I said. "Timmy identifies as a faggot. Someone who craves the loss of control to a man and provides all kinds of service to his man because it is what makes him feel good about himself."

 

"Jeesh. That seems really harsh. How does a guy give up everything like that?"

 

"It slowly dawns on a submissive guy that the power and control are what he wants, so he agrees to give it up to the guy who wants to have that over someone. Pretty hot in action."

 

"Geez, no kidding. I guess I need to get out more, see what is out there, cuz it's not available in this frat, as far as I know."

 

"It probably is available, but just not as visible as it is at my house. Can't be these many guys in this big house and not have someone who will give you a blow or give up their ass to a brother.

 

"Well, let's walk around and keep talking then. Show me where it's at brother, because I am horny tonight."

 

I laughed. Chris seemed like a good guy. I could hang with him tonight and see what developed. "Sure thing. Let's grab another beer."

 

TIMMY

 

We were off in the corner looking around the room. I kept my eyes down. I didn't want to attract any attention. I let Ian do the talking and looking around. He had said no blowing anybody tonight, let alone putting out my pussy for use, so I was just sorta bored. I should have been enjoying myself. In another month or so, I'd be staying home every night with a baby. This might be my last big frat party, but Ian had said no playing tonight.

 

"What do you think, Timmy?" Ian asked.

 

"About what, Sir?"

 

"Boy, I brought you out to a party. At least look around and see what you think of the crowd. Who do you like? What looks good to you?"

 

"You do, Sir. You're all I need."

 

"Awww, that's sweet, Timmy. Now stop with the compliments and talk to me. I may have not have you putting out, but I didn't say you couldn't look around, see what might interest you."

 

"Sorry, Sir. Just thinking about Tressa and being a mom soon. I have freak-out moments."

 

"I get it. Just remember I am the one who will need to earn a living, boy. You get to stay home and do the easy stuff. I have to take the role of dad."

 

Of course. I should have known that. Ian would need to be worried about stuff too. In fact, I probably didn't need to worry at all. He would take care of me. He said he would. I should be thankful for him.

 

"I'm thinking that girl over there looks a little cock hungry," Ian said as he nodded toward the other side of this room where a couple girls stood chatting. As he motioned that way, one of the girls looked up and stared directly at me. I looked the other way. "It seems that one of them is staring at you Timmy. We should go introduce ourselves to them."

 

"Sir? Do we have to? I'm not really good at that stuff. I'm not buzzed at all. I won't say anything. The last time I talked to a girl at a party, she ended up pregnant."

 

"Hahahahaha, yeah, that's true. But you also ended up with me, boy. I think that is a fair exchange. You learned what you really need, not what you had been raised to believe you needed."

 

Ugh, Ian was always right. I guess it hadn't been so bad. That was the last time I had fucked a woman. I had oral sex with one, my Mom of all people, but actual man on woman sex hadn't happened since I met Ian. It wasn't like I was craving it, but I was horny. I always seemed to be horny since I was locked up.

 

"Let me take the lead, boy. We can see what the ladies are up to and maybe I can get some pussy tonight."

 

"You can have my pussy tonight," I offered hopefully.

 

"Yes, I can, Timmy. It's great having that option. In fact, it is my primary option. Sometimes though a Man just needs to challenge himself and see what he can find outside of what he owns," Ian replied with a smile.

 

Fuck, he really owned me. He could say it out loud in a crowded room. He was so sexy and confidant. How could I not feel something when he said stuff like that. I hoped I made him a good wife, fuck, mother of his child, hell who was I?

 

"We'll head over, make some intros and then I'll go get some drinks. You stay there with them and handle the small talk. You want to be successful tonight, then follow my lead. Oh, wait, you do that all the time," he added laughing.

 

Ian started over across the room to where some girls were talking, including one who couldn't seem to take her eyes off me. He grinned from ear to ear as he headed over, I simply followed. I caught by the time he was introducing himself. He told them his name, said he'd seen them from across the room and couldn't help but want to come over and meet them. He asked if they needed a drink and a couple of the girls said yes, so Ian headed off leaving me there.

 

"And you are?" said the girl who had been staring at me.

 

"Uh, hey, I'm Timm, uh Tim, I'm in the same frat as Ian. We're just hanging out," I said. Ugh, what a stupid thing to say. I sounded like a dork. I'm surprised I ever met any girls before.

 

"I'm Kayla. You go to school here?" The other girls faded into the background but Kayla stuck around chatting.

 

"Uhm, I used to, uh, I got an uhm, opportunity that I couldn't pass up, so I stopped this semester. Uhm, I hope to get back sometime soon."

 

Geez, that sounded bad too. I wasn't in school anymore, I was a dropout, sheesh.

 

"Cool. I'm a sophomore," she replied. "I'm working on getting in to the nursing program."

 

"Nice." Come on, Tim, give her something to work with, you are sounding stupid.

 

"You must go to the gym a lot," Kayla was looking at my pecs. The tiny shirt Ian had me in showed everything. She leaned in closer. "Your chest is so big!"

 

I was sure I blushed at that. "Uhm, yeah, actually I do go to the gym a lot. Most every day to work on stuff. I, uh, I like being in shape."

 

"It shows! You look great." She blushed a little too as she said it. I think she was flirting with me. How weird was that. I always had to do all of the flirting before. Now, all of a sudden, a girl is I think hitting on me.

 

"Uhm, thanks. I appreciate it."

 

"How big are your arms?" she asked.

 

"I have no idea," I laughed. I had never measured my arms or thought much about them. I knew they were bigger than they used to be, but I had no idea.

 

She reached over and put her hand around my bicep closest to her. Her fingers didn't reach all the way around. She then squeezed and my reaction was to flex as she did that.

 

"Wow, you're hard muscled. This will sound silly, would you flex it for me? You're just in such great shape I just want to see it and touch it. Wait, we just met, that is weird isn't it?" She giggled in such a cute way I had to laugh too.

 

"Yeah, a little, but okay. No one asks me to do that so, why not?" I brought my arm up and flexed. I looked at my arm as I did it. She wrapped both hands around my bicep and squeezed again. She gave a little shudder, like she enjoyed it.

 

"Wow. You really are strong. I wondered if guys who look like you were as strong as they look."

 

Just then Ian returned with drinks for Kayla and her friends who had disappeared.

 

"I see you've introduced yourself, Tim. Found an admirer already?" He laughed big and Kayla smiled and giggled. Kayla blushed again.

 

"Sorry, I just, uhm don't see many guys in as good a shape as you two. Your arms are even bigger than Tim's. You guys have to, like, live at the gym."

 

"Well, Tim is pretty dedicated. He is there 6 days a week I bet. I don't get there quite as often, but I have been going at least 4 days a week of late," Ian told her. "Tim's in great shape. He's proud of his body, he just doesn't brag about it much," he told her.

 

"Too bad," she said smiling at me again. Holy crap, she seemed to be stuck on me. This was totally new, having a girl fawning over me, and I couldn't do a thing about it. Maybe I really did look good, like I had wondered about in front of the mirror.

 

ISAIAH

 

Damn! The evening was rolling. I had me a sissyboy as a date at the party. Dusty was making real progress as far as I was concerned. Knowing she was on some pills to encourage breast growth and wasn't aware was pretty damn hot. The more I exercised ownership over her, the more she seemed to like it. Zach seemed less and less interested in her. I wasn't going to let that slide. If he wasn't going to use her, I would. I'd take total control and make sure she was a good slut for me. I really got into the idea that what was once a he was now a she. Dusty was going to be a hot sissy if I had full ownership of her.

 

"What are we going to do, Sir? Am I supposed to hang with you all night? Do I go talk to others girls?"

 

"Noooo, babe. You hang with me. I want to be able to get my hands on that ass when I want it," I told her. "I want people to see me with you, reinforce your place as my girl and let them know you belong to me."

 

Dusty giggled but nodded. "Okay, I can do that. I'll try to be a good girl. Help me if I don't do something right," she said while blushing.

 

"Isaiah! S'up?" one of the Alpha Zeta brothers slapped me on the shoulder and we bumped fists.

 

"Sean! Nice to see you bro."

 

"Likewise. Glad you could make it to the party. Who's your date?" he asked smiling at Dusty.

 

"Sean, this is Dusty, my latest conquest. Dusty, say hi to Sean."

 

Dusty smiled nicely and giggled a little. Damn if she didn't have that part down already. "Hi, Sean, nice to meet you," she told him. She didn't even offer her hand for a shake, just kept her hands to herself.

 

"The pleasure is all mine," Sean told her. "Well, I guess it's all Isaiah's actually." We laughed and Dusty blushed.

 

"Damn straight," I told him. "Just watch your hands and we'll do just fine," I told him laughing.

 

"Where do you find them, Isaiah? You always have some good-looking woman with you."

 

It was nice to know he hadn't caught on to Dusty. Not yet anyway. We'd see how hammered she got tonight. Her change might not be fully ready if she was tipsy. I'd keep an eye on that.

 

"Can't give all my secrets away bro. You just have to know I work hard to find the right one."

 

Sean and I chatted a bit and Dusty just listened and nodded. Sean paid her no more attention. It seemed that both of them were into their respective roles. He was thinking she was my attachment for a night, and she was behaving like a girl, letting me and Sean lead the conversation. He took off after a few moments and we were standing alone again.

 

"What do you think of him?"

 

"Huh?" Dusty said looking back at me from whatever she was looking at. "I'm sorry, Sir. I just kinda didn't pay attention. It was all guy talk, I'm sorry."

 

I laughed out loud. Dusty really did seem to feel more comfortable as a girl, tuning out conversations between men. "No worries, babe. It's all good. You really are adjusting well to your new self." She blushed. "What were you looking at, thinking about while Sean and I talked?"

 

"Ha!, It's not important. It just seemed like your conversation was between men and so I guess I tuned out. I was looking over there at that group of girls," he pointed, "thinking about what outfits I liked." She blushed again. "I never have talked about this stuff. I used to look at girls and think about outfits, but I always said I was thinking about getting them in bed. I wasn't being truthful, Sir."

 

"Call me Isaiah when we are out in public, Dusty. I don't need to share everything about you here at the start of whatever we got going. If it works out, then people will figure stuff out on their own. `Sir' is for private stuff."

 

"Okay, I'll try. It really seems natural though. I'm not much of a modern girl I guess. I like knowing you can make decisions and let me just be me."

 

I wrapped my arm around her waist and gave her a little squeeze and a grope. She giggled.

 

ZACH

 

"So, you are bi?" Chris asked. "You really like girls as much as guys?"

 

"No, not really," I told him. "I'm fine with being with a girl every now and then but it isn't really something I get into as much as guys."

 

"You sound so nonchalant about it."

 

"Well, it gets me more guys being flexible," I told him. "If you are open to doing whatever sexually, it really does mean that the whole world is available to you. I say don't limit yourself. I don't imagine I'll ever be with a woman long term but having the option to play is good. Some guys will do stuff with you if they think you're also going to do stuff with their girl."

 

"Seriously? Hadn't thought about it. I've just always been gay," he told me.

 

"Never even entertained the idea of being with a woman?" He frowned and made a face like it would disgust him.

 

"Never. I just knew being gay was the way I was. My dads never pressured me, it's just the way I..."

 

"Wait," I paused him mid-sentence. "Your dads?"

 

"Yeah, I have two dads. No mom," he laughed as he said it. "I mean sure, there was obviously a woman involved somewhere in the process, but I have no idea who. My dads were all I needed. So being gay wasn't a problem and wasn't an issue. I just figured everyone was gay when I was little. When I started growing up and getting horny it was natural to explore being gay. I never thought about girls at all. Well, maybe once in a while, but it was an aberration."

 

"Wow. Totally cool," I told him. "I guess except for the fact I didn't have two dads I was pretty much the same. I don't think about women much, except when they present it to me up front." I laughed. "Not many women do that, so I don't think about it. Okay, I got a question, you don't have to answer, but I gotta ask. You'll think I'm totally perverted though," I prefaced my question. "You ever do it with your dads? You know, sex?"

 

He laughed and shook his head. "No, never did it with my dads. You do it with your parents?"

 

I laughed back. "Nope, never interested in my parents. Totally not my thing. I mean they were good looking and all, just they were parents. Didn't fascinate me at all. Sorry to ask, I just wondered."

 

"My dads were parents, not a sexual interest. I couldn't imagine being with them. Their hot and all I guess, for their age, I mean..."

 

"I get it, I get it."

 

"Now, I could see doing some of my friend's parents," he added and laughed. "Some of those dads were hot!"

 

"So, is one of your dads a total bottom? Or are they like equal and take turns fucking?" The beer had gone to my head and I was asking questions I probably shouldn't ask. At least he laughed at my question.

 

"So, does your mom wear a strap on and fuck your dad," he said right back.

 

"No, dude, seriously. I just wondered."

 

"Your drunk, Zach." He laughed. "Yeah, one of my dads is more of the bottom. He just loves to have the other one on top of him. I could hear them sometimes. It was a total turn off back when I was a kid, thinking of them having sex. I mean I get it now, but then thinking about them in bed was not an interest."

 

"Yeah, I get it, and no, my mom has never used a strap on in her life is my guess. Dad keeps her plenty happy with whatever he has in his pants." This was kinda fun, talking about sex and stuff with Chris. I was ignoring the rest of the party and paying attention to him. Too bad he was a top, I could really like him, I thought.

 

IAN

 

The girl was really into Timmy. I wondered if I could bed her using him as the bait. He could wind her in and then I could get off. I wondered if she would be into a threesome with us. I wondered if she would get a thrill from Timmy being locked up and all. How could I arrange that?

 

"So, are you uhm, seeing anyone now?" Kayla asked Timmy. It was cute, he blushed bright red.

 

"Uhh, well, yeah. I am seeing someone," he told her. He glanced over at me and I nodded. He could tell her. "Uhm, Ian is my uh, boyfriend. We are a couple."

 

"NO WAY!" she said loudly. "You're gay? Ohmygod, I'm sorry. I mean, I'm not sorry you're gay, I'm sorry I was trying to make passes at you." She looked over at me with this stunned look.

 

"No problems," I told her. "We just sort of fell into this relationship. I wanted to have some fun, and Tim was the right person. I'm straight, just not so straight with Tim."

 

He blushed even brighter red now that I was talking openly about it. I wondered if she would like to test the waters with the two of us. No way of it happening unless I asked.

 

"So, wait a second. You're saying that you are straight, but you have a gay boyfriend?"

 

"Something like that," I replied. "We work well together. He's mostly gay and I'm not gay."

 

She just looked at me like I was crazy. I don't think she believed me. "Prove it," she said flatly.

 

"What do you mean prove it?" I laughed.

 

"Prove to me you're gay. I think it would be hot to watch two gay guys," she whispered. "I have thought about it, but never figured I would see it. Especially two guys that look like you guys do."

 

This was going to be easier than I thought. She was ready now.

 

"Let's just quit the party now," I told her. "We can go back to our house and show you a good time. Tim can go down on me and go down on you."

 

"You guys do this all the time?" she asked.

 

"NO!," Tim nearly shouted. I laughed. "I mean, no we haven't done this before," he said. "We don't pick up women this way."

 

"Let me get this right, I mean, yeah, I am interested if you're honest with me, but I want to hear it first. So," she pointed at me, "you're straight, and he's not," she pointed at Tim. I nodded. "That means you are fucking him and he's not fucking you. So, he's like the girl in the relationship."

 

I smiled. Tim blushed. "Yep, that about sums it up."

 

"So, his body is for you. He hits the gym to look good for you?"

 

"Bingo." I replied.

 

"And you like being his boyfriend?" she asked Tim.

 

"Yes," was all he said.

 

"And you'll give him a blow job if I go with you? You'll let him fuck you so I can watch?"

 

Tim just was blushing constantly, it was hard not to laugh at him. I wondered why I hadn't tried this before. I bet Tim could lure a lot of pussy my way if he tried. He looked over at me and I nodded again.

 

"Yes. If you want to go with us, he will do all that to me and he will also fuck you," Tim told her.

 

"I'm in," she said. "Let's go."

 

DUSTY

 

Isaiah was such a hunk! I really enjoyed being with him. I had started this change with Zach but he had sort of disappeared of late. I wondered if I was only Isaiah's girl now. I felt his hand take hold of my upper arm and steer me to a different room. God, it was good to feel a man take control of me that way. All I had to do was allow it. How had I not paid attention to what my real wishes were for so long? I was a sissy dressed as a man for too long. I was working on being a girl now.

 

"You need a drink?" Isaiah asked.

 

"You know, I don't need one," I said. As a guy I was always looking for a party as a reason to drink. As a girl, I was more interested in other stuff at a party. Strange. "I'm really just enjoying being with you."

 

Isaiah bent over a little to kiss me. I let him. We were kissing in public! I was totally turned on. My locked dick swelled a little, barely noticeable. I wonder why it had stopped getting hard much anymore. It didn't really matter, I guess. I wasn't using it locked up at all.

 

"That was the right thing to say, baby. I like being with you too. You're becoming one sexy sissy."

 

"Flattery will get you places, Isaiah," I told him.

 

"Places I've already been," he replied grabbing my ass. I slapped his hand away.

 

"Kissing in public is fine," I said. "But you keep those hands off the merchandise at the party. Take me home for that play," I teased.

 

"I might not be able to wait, Dusty," he said smiling. I felt a warm glow on my cheeks.