Becoming a Boy 72

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ZACH

 

I had a discussion with Doug about getting his brother up here to our campus this coming summer. Since Doug was wanting to bring his brother out of his church attitudes and ways of thinking, he seemed to think that dealing with a pregnant single woman might be interesting. He and Ian had a couple of follow ups and Doug laid the pressure on his brother a little. It turned out it didn't take much pressure. Doug said Davis had really been impressed with campus and was ready to sign on for the football team here. I knew what had impressed him at the frat, but I was glad to hear he was going to attend school here. He also agreed to help out the frat, according to Doug, by dealing with Tressa while Ian was gone to India. I was looking forward to seeing how that all went come summer.

 

In the meantime, I was going to have to figure out a way to ease my cock into some pussy somewhere in town. Everyone seemed paired off and I was still single. Where was a single dom guy like me going to find a wet mouth to work on my dick?

 

IAN

 

"So, Ian, what I am asking is would you like to have the opportunity to own this business?"

 

"Mr. Johnson, I'm absolutely stunned. I mean, I've learned a hell of a lot, not just about faggots and bulls, pigs, and training them all, but about business in general. But, why are you wanting to get rid of it?"

 

"Well, Ian, Mrs. Johnson and I have decided that now is as good a time as any to retire. I'm not getting any younger or slimmer and you clearly have the skill to see the farm forward. We just figure that if we were to sell the place you'd be the person we could trust to run it. You know the purpose is not to take advantage of these fags, but to make them into people who can serve their men. You know the animals are what really makes the money, but you know and understand the importance of the work with people. I'm not gonna tell you it's an easy business, it isn't. Also, I was about your age when I took over from the last man to run this place. I didn't start the farm and I se no reason I should be the one to close it. Just makes sense since you've been here now nearly a year and you grasp the importance of the work, that you have first shot at getting finance to buy it."

 

I was taken aback to say the least. I don't get surprised very often, but Johnson had done it. I wasn't sure I could get the financing. How does a 23 year old student just graduating college get someone to give him a loan for a farm?

 

"Mr. Johnson, I am honored that you think I can do this. I'm just a little stunned. I can't imagine you not being here. I can't imagine being able to get financing for, for all of this, house, barns, bunkhouses, animals, acreage."

 

"Take some time, think about it. I don't think you'll get a better opportunity to shape your future than running your own farm and training facility. Just don't take too long. Let's say a week. If you agree to do it, we'll work on the financing."

 

"Yes, Sir. I sure will. Thank you. Thank you a lot."

 

We shook hands and Johnson went back off to his office. I continued my tour through the bunkhouse checking on fags. I wanted to pinch myself. I was being given the keys to the farm. The opportunity to own my own business. I could do something I loved while making my living doing it. I'd have final say over the faggots who come to the farm, the bulls who work here training the faggots, over the pork business. Hell, I'd have the pick of whatever holes I wanted to fuck on a daily basis. Johnson may feel I knew enough, but suddenly I felt I lacked the knowledge in some areas.

 

How did Johnson recruit bulls to work here? I knew all about the fags and how they got to the farm. Where did the bulls go when their work was over? I wasn't going to talk to Timmy yet about this. We had already agreed to rent that apartment and had done a lot of work getting it ready for us. How could we get out of the lease? Timmy will do whatever I wanted, so that wasn't an issue. Could he handle all of the work that Mrs. Johnson does already, even with a newborn to deal with? I might have to find someone else to handle some of the tasks. I sure as hell didn't want the mother of my child working himself to the bone with chores or accounting tasks and then try to raise a kid. Who could I get to help out?

 

"Mr. McNeil, Mr. McNeil!" someone was shouting at me. I hadn't been paying attention as I was wandering around. I looked up and there was that kid, what was his name. Jerry, that was it.

 

"Hey Jerry, what's up?"

 

"Mr. McNeil, I'm gonna go crazy if I can't some of your fine dick today," he said.

 

"Jerry, you really need to stop flirting with every man who tosses you some dick," I replied while grinning.

 

"Please. I haven't had dick in a couple days, and there is NO one around to flirt with. Seems like the meat here has dried up."

 

"When are you wrapping up your time here, Jerry?"

 

"Not soon enough," he replied. "Believe me, I am ready to move on. You got a place where I can go?"

 

I laughed. "I'll have to work on that. At least I know what you need from the man you go live with eventually."

 

"A big dick is top of the list," he said laughing. "Come on, Mr. McNeil, you gonna make me beg?"

 

"That always increases my amusement, Jerry. I enjoy hearing begging."

 

I kept walking through the farm, making my way to the bunkhouse. I peered into the rooms until I found one that was empty. I grabbed Jerry by his hair and drug him into it, closing the door.

 

"Now beg, bitch. Let me hear how much you need what I have."

 

Jerry promptly dropped to his knees and began trying to convince me how much he needed my dick. It was nice to hear, I have to admit.

 

"I will do anything to get your cock in me Boss. It's the damn prettiest cock I've ever seen. There is nothing prettier that your cock, Mr. McNeil, `cept maybe your cock filling my throat. I would sure love to make that cock feel good, Sir. Please, please just give me a chance. I can show you how good I can make you feel. Puhhhleeeeeze!"

 

"Anything, huh? You'll do anything?"

 

"Yes, just please give me some of that big beautiful cock. It's been days since I've been properly used."

 

"Crawl over here on your hands and knees, boy. Let me see what you look like staring up at me," I told him.

 

He did just as I told him, crawling around on the floor, looking up at me pleading for my dick. He wasn't bad looking. I'd put a little more muscle on him if he were mine, but he seems happy being a skinny kid.

 

"I'm not going easy on you Jerry. The last time you were allowed to blow me I took it easy on you. I'm gonna be rough this time, get my money's worth of your face."

 

"Please! Please use my face or pussy to get off, Mr. McNeil. Please let me show you how good it is, how ready I am for your cock."

 

I unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down my legs then followed that with my boxers. Jerry licked his lips and smiled up at me.

 

"Open your mouth, fag. Do it."

 

Jerry opened his mouth and I stuck two fingers in. I slid the in deep and reached as far back as I could. He didn't gag at all and just sat there looking back up at me, his mouth open wide. He followed directions well. I'd note that in his file. I pulled my fingers back out of his throat and grabbed my dick. I smacked it on the palm of my hand a couple times before I then smacked his face with it. He never moved. I hadn't given permission to suck me yet so he wasn't doing anything at the moment.

 

"I'm gonna slide my dick in now, boy. I am not going to stop until my nuts are smacking your chin. Only then can you start your work. DO you understand?"

 

"Yes, Sir, I understand."

 

I stepped up to his open face and stuck my dick in his mouth. Then I began sliding it in. I felt the head of my dick slide past his throat and into his esophagus. All the way down til he closed down on my shaft as my nuts fell up against his chin.

 

"Good boy! Go to work."

 

I wouldn't have face fucked Jerry like I was doing if I hadn't been aware of his talents prior to this. Don't get me wrong, I loved to give a little pain to a fag, but I knew with this one, it wouldn't affect him as he'd had plenty of practice. He had never had a problem swallowing my cock from the first day I visited this place. He and Bailey, that boy with the pussy had shown just how dedicated to dick a faggot really could be. Using Danni was one thing, he was your brother at the time, but random fags desperate for dick was another.

 

"Fuck, I love that tongue, faggot. How do you even do that ball licking thing when my dick is buried in your throat?"

 

I knew he couldn't answer, but then I didn't need him to answer. Life was good. I was going to be a father soon. I was taking a trip to see my newly minted sissy sister get married in India. I was being handed the opportunity of a lifetime in business. Fuck, life was amazing! The least of it was that I got to fuck who and when I wanted. I had a regular boy-wife at home and as many girls and fags as I could handle.

 

"Gonna come soon, boy. Then we can get down to using that pussy of yours," I told him.

 

I pulled back out of his throat and let him work on the head of my dick. I wanted him to taste what was coming, he had earned at least a little sense of what I was giving him. He worked his tongue like an expert. Flicking around the underside of my cock. It is amazing how good a fag can be at cocksucking. I had a hold of his hair. He kept it in a knot wound on the back of his head. It made for a good handhold as I pistoned in and out on his hole.

 

"Yeah!!! FUCKKKKK! Damn good mouth, boy. Swallow it all!!"

 

"MMMFFFFLKKKK," he replied.

 

I pulled back just in time and grabbed my cock. He stayed in front of me kneeling, looking up at me expectantly, his mouth hanging open. I sent the first volley right on his tongue. Each of the next few shots continued filling his mouth. I wanted him to get a good taste. He probably needed a good fill-up of cum to balance out his hormones.

 

"FUCCCKKK, Swallow it all, boy. Take it in you."

 

"Thank you, Mr. McNeil," he replied swallowing it all.

 

"Now flip your ass in the air! You know what's next."

 

"Yes, Sir," he said as he turned around. He got on all fours and stretched out his arms and his back naturally arched, and that ass stuck up proudly waiting to be filled. There was nothing better than sliding my cock into a faggot's pussy. This fag had a nice, ready to use cunt. I was trying to remember if I had fucked Jerry before. He'd sucked me off a few times, but I couldn't recall if I had given him a good fuck. I'd screwed so many of the fags here that over time I just saw it as part of the job and didn't think too much about which ones I had worked over, unless of course it was part of their training on a regular basis.

 

I stepped up behind the fag and pointed my dick at his pussy. I spit a couple times which just made him moan. Then I slowly moved forward taking steps closer until I was buried in his asscunt.

 

"Ohh, fuck, Mr. McNeil. That's amazing. I been wanting that dick in me since I sucked it last summer. You got a big dick, Sir."

 

"Oh, you like em big, huh?"

 

"Oh, yes Sir! It's an honor to serve a big cock, Mr. McNeil."

 

"Your attitude is always positive, Jerry. I`ll need to check into why you aren't out there getting it more regularly."

 

"Thank you, Sir."

 

I fucked him for several minutes, tossing him around like a rag doll. Wherever I put him he moaned and begged for it harder. I evaluated him like an object. He was a good lay. If you wanted a quiet one, he'd need training. His cunt was deep, so he'd have no problem with taking any cock. Muscle tone was decent, he would be trainable if someone needed more muscle weight on him. I hadn't even noticed a dick on him, I wondered if he was a cuntboy like his friend Bailey. I reached around as I fucked and grabbed ahold of a small limp dick. Good, I thought, not locked up but not hard. It wouldn't be getting in the way of a man's needs. He wasn't playing with it so that was a sign of being trained to ignore it. I put him through several positions to check flexibility. I forced him to fold his legs up and I held them to his chest as I watched my cock piston in and out of his hole.

 

I looked at his face and he was staring at me, keeping eye contact when he was able to see my face. I cleared my throat and Jerry's mouth popped open immediately. I spit at him and he caught it willingly. He had definitely absorbed all of the training we could give him. Who would he make a good fag for? He wasn't a full-on feminine faggot, but he wasn't butch acting either. He was too forward about his need for dick to come off very manly. I didn't speak much and he accepted that. He didn't start useless conversations during a fuck. He did moan plenty.

 

"What are looking for in an owner, fag? What do you like?"

 

"Oh, fuck, Boss, I like this. Oh jesus, you're giving me an orgasm! Oooohhhhhh, oh god."

 

He shook for several seconds and his limp dick leaked out a load. No spraying it everywhere it just went on his abs. He quickly reached down, gathered it with his fingers and ate it. No thoughts about getting a mess on me, he just cleaned it right up.

 

"Yeah, but I have a faggot already, and I'm not looking for another around the house at this point. Try again," I told him as I hammered his p-spot causing more leakage from his little dick.

 

"Oh god, I need a big man. One who makes me look small, one that is tall and muscled with a huge cock like yours, Mr. McNeil," he managed to squeal out as I slowed a bit. He'd cum, I could take a nice slow fuck for a bit, feel the full ness of his pussy and let it grip my dick.

 

"You require a black man?" I wondered.

 

"No Sir. I don't require that. It isn't my decision. The right man will find me, and he will be perfect I am sure."

 

"Good attitude, boy, but would you prefer a big black man?"

 

"Of course, Mr. McNeil. As a black faggot, it would be a whole lot easier if a black master took me in."

 

I thought of Alonzo. He might be a good candidate for Jerry. Jerry wouldn't have a problem with his dick size, I thought back to when Zach had drugged me and I had experienced Alonzo's monster cock. Not a good memory I thought to myself. Alonzo would get a professional contract of some kind, is what the papers said when they talked about his play. He could afford a boy from the farm with a decent signing bonus. That got me hard, thinking about me running the farm and hooking Alonzo up with a good fag.

 

"Gonna breed you, boy. Gonna give you my load again," I told him.

 

"Yes! Yes please dump it inside me. I need a load today."

 

"AWWWW FUCCKKKKKK!!" No need to be quiet, I thought. This is work. "Your cunt sucked that load right out, boy." I dumped five or six good spurts of seed in him and continued moaning and pounding him. He just looked at me and enjoyed it. I collapsed on top of him when I was finished enjoying the breeding.

 

"Fuck, Jerry. Now you've gone and delayed me from the rest of my rounds. Clean my dick up," I told him.

 

I pushed up off him and he quickly tightened his hole up before sliding off me. Good manners I thought. After a man went to the trouble of giving him seed it was only proper for him to keep as much inside as he could. He quickly sat up and slurped my slimy dick into his mouth and cleaned any missed cum and his fuck juices off me. Once he had finished, I tucked my dick back in my pants and zipped up. Never even took my clothes off. It still amazed me that a fag would clean up the fuck mess with only a brief order. No fighting or arguing involved.

 

ZACH

 

The library was not where I typically went to find a fag, but desperate times were calling for desperate measures. I knew the bathroom well. I had been there several times in the past to get a quick blow before. There was usually a fag or two hanging around or in the room. Someone had told me about the place when I was a freshman and I had been talking about how horny I was without the high school girlfriend around. Really I had been happy to leave her behind at the time. I figured I was done with girls at that point, but I hadn't really come out at that point. So hearing about a bathroom where the fags went to suck a guy off seemed like the place to be.

 

Tonight, it seemed a little slow. I didn't see a fag around as I did the stroll around the area to see what might be around. I'd have to go inside I guess, to see if anyone was in there waiting. I was already hard thinking about someone getting me off.

 

I pushed open the door and looked around Then I laughed. Chris was here standing at the sinks looking at himself, washing hands.

 

"Fancy finding you here," I said.

 

"It's slow, dude. Been here 15 minutes and haven't seen a soul. I really wanted to get off, thought I could find a mouth here."

 

"I hear that. Maybe I'll head to the bar, see if the picking is any better down there," I told him. He grinned at me.

 

"Too crazy I'd run into you here."

 

"This must be THE bathroom on campus," I laughed. "Of course, now that you are into the ladies, you have other options," I teased.

 

"Hah. Someday. Maybe. But face facts here, Zach. We showed up separately for some guy to suck our cocks tonight. I'm not looking for a lady and you aren't either. Or maybe you'd be in a different bathroom."

 

"Well, you can get to work then," I told him laughing.

 

"Not happening. I'm not going down that road. Next thing I know you'd be convincing me to bend over the sink. You're persuasive, but not that convincing."

 

We laughed again. "So, the bar it is," I replied.

 

"Yeah, I suppose it is. I really didn't want to have to do that game tonight. Rather just get off and get back to the frat. I got homework to do."

 

The telltale squeak of the door shut us up. We went back to washing our hands and checking for nothing in the mirror, not looking at each other. Chris went over to a urinal as the guy entered and he also went to a urinal. I stood at the sinks just slowly doing nothing, waiting for something to happen. I could see in the mirror that Chris had his dick out and was seemingly pissing. The other guy moved over to the row of urinals. His hands went right to his zipper. I could hear the pissing start. Sounds always seemed exaggerated in a large bathroom. All the tile on the wall, the porcelain everywhere, I guess sound echoed around everything.

 

I watched as the two of them stood in the row, separated by one urinal. Chris was not being shy about what he wanted. I could see him moving his hand as if he were shaking his dick, finished with his pissing. He turned a bit toward the other guy, showing him a good piece of the cock Chris wanted the guy to suck. The other guy was skinny, probably about 6 foot tall. He had brown, very short hair, and was dressed in jeans and a polo shirt. He was toned, but not muscled. He was glancing around the room while standing there. I did my best to not make eye contact with him as he swiveled his head looking around. Then I saw him finally make eye contact with Chris as they stood there. Chris did a full side turn showing the guy his dick.

 

Whoever he was, the guy stared. He had a good long look at Chris' cock. The guy glanced back towards me and I turned the water on again, not looking over that way. When I took a chance and looked at them in the mirror again, the guy had moved over one urinal closer to Chris. Maybe something was going to happen here after all. Chris was still holding his dick, stroking it now. Chris did have a good sized piece on him. The other guy also did a side turn, showing his dick to Chris. I could see it wasn't as big. As I fiddled around some more at the sinks, I saw the guy's hand reach out toward Chris dick.

 

CHRIS

 

The guy finally reached over. I had been catching his eyes, watching his reactions, and I was stroking my dick to give him a show. He seemed to be enjoying it. When he looked up at me, I nodded, and his hand slowly moved over to my cock. He was very tentative, and he kept looking over toward Zach. Trying to judge if Zach was going to leave or see him doing this. I couldn't tell. At one point he tried to place my hand on his dick, but I just maneuvered my hand away from him and didn't touch his dick. I wasn't going to play with his dick. If he wanted to suck mine, great, but I wasn't here to do mutual masturbation.

 

I indicated that the guy should get on his knees. I pointed with my finger to the floor in front of me, then at him, and back at the floor. He glanced around and looked at Zach and pointed with his head at him. It seemed like he wasn't going to get on his knees until Zach left. I looked over at Zach and by now he was looking at us in the mirror. I motioned with my head for Zach to come over and join us. He caught the message and wrapped up his imaginary stuff at the sinks. He glanced around and walked over to the urinals.

 

The guy was clearly nervous. When Zach started moving over the guy let go of my dick and turned back toward the urinal. Zach walked over and put his hand on the guys's shoulders, which caused the guy to jump slightly. Zach turned him to face me. My dick was out and hard still, the guy's dick was also hard. Zach let go of the guy and pulled his own dick out. The guys eyes went a little wider and he unconsciously licked his lips.

 

"On your knees," I spoke the first words. "You want to suck us off, you get down on your knees, now."

 

He looked from my face to Zach's then glanced around the room again. Who knew what he was thinking. Maybe it was his first time, maybe he'd not had two cocks to suck before. I had a feeling the guy had been in this room before, but he might not be a regular. Maybe he thought he'd get his dick sucked tonight, but not with the two of us, it wasn't going to happen.

 

"Do it." Zach added forcefully.

 

After a few more seconds of considering his options, the guy slowly dropped to his knees. He was now looking up at us and our cocks. A very hot position in my opinion. My dick raged hard, bouncing uncontrollably in front of his face. Zach's dick was also sticking straight out in front of him. The guy reached up and took each dick in a hand. He looked up as us while he gave our dicks a stroke or two.

 

"Fuck, you guys are both so big," he whispered.

 

"Suck," Zach told him.

 

The guy just looked at them for a few more seconds, as if he couldn't believe his luck. Then he moved hesitantly towards my dick. His tongue came out and he licked at my piss slit. Then he wrapped the tongue around the head of my dick and gave it a good sloppy lick. He pulled back and looked at Zach's dick. He repeated the tongue action on Zach too. Finally, he let go of our dicks. He put his hands on my thighs and he moved to take my cock into his mouth.

 

"Aawwwwww, yeah," I sighed. "Fucking warm mouth on my cock is amazing."

 

The guy slid down about half of my dick and his lips looked like they wouldn't stretch any further. His front teeth scraped my dick and I grabbed his head and pulled him back.

 

"Cover your fucking teeth with your lips," I instructed quietly. "No one wants to feel your teeth scraping their cock."

 

I let go of his head so he could try again. Zach chuckled briefly as the guy tried again to go down my cock. Better, I thought. He bobbed up and down on what he could fit in his mouth. It wasn't half bad. Not like that girl from the other day, but not bad.

 

"My turn," Zach directed him. "There are two cocks here."

 

The guy released mine from his mouth and turned to Zach. He did about the same on Zach's cock, halfway down and then bobbing along. Zach grinned down at him and let him do his thing. I put my arm around Zach's shoulders and pulled him closer to me. I don't know, it just felt right pulling him in close. We were buddies. We had shared a girl together. Now, we were sharing a cocksucker together. He didn't look at me, just kept his eyes on the cocksucker and put his arm around my waist.

 

Zach was definitely a hot guy. Big dick that wouldn't quit, nice build. Too bad he's a top though. I could get into him if he were a bottom. He looked great with the guy on his knees sucking him. I stroked my dick as Zach let the guy bob up and down. Then Zach grabbed the dude's head and tried to force him down on his cock. I couldn't imagine the guy swallowing it, though I knew now that people could swallow something that big. He wouldn't let go of the guy's head even though he was struggling. Zach forced a couple more inches in the guy's face, but nowhere near all the way in. The guy was gagging and hacking, and he spit up a huge wad of throat slime as Zach finally let go of his head.

 

"You need the practice," Zach told him. "When you practice more you can take it all the way."

 

The guy just looked up at Zach and wiped away the slime on the back of his hand. He had tears running down his cheek and his face was red from the treatment Zach was giving him. I thought he might speak, but he didn't say anything. He just opened his mouth and went back down on Zach's cock.

 

"Better," Zach told him. "I can force it in, or you can work on it at your own pace, but you will take it all."

 

"Fuck, he really wants it all the way in," I said watching the guy try to get more of it in his mouth. "Try mine, it isn't as big as his."

 

Dude backed off Zach's dick and went back to mine. This time he went farther than he had the first time he was bobbing on my dick. Felt damn good too. If he could only get that last couple inches in, it would be heaven.

 

I put my hand on the back of his head and pulled him forward. I wasn't as aggressive as Zach. His attitude was hot, and I thought about trying to be bolder about what I wanted. I felt my dick at the back of the guy's mouth and the spot where he stopped. I wondered if he really could swallow all of me. I let him bump up against the back of his throat a few time before I started to think he'd never get it all on his own. I wanted to take the action into my own hands, to be more directive.

 

"Sorry about this dude, but it's for your own good," I told him.

 

I really grabbed the back of his head and I pulled hard towards me. I felt the back of his throat expand slowly. I felt his gullet stretch open and all at once I was ball's deep in his face. We both moaned. He fought a little bit, but he didn't gag, and I was soon pulling back to let him breathe. I had gotten inside his throat and now I could do it again.

 

"Fuck," he cried out. "That hurt."

 

"Tough. A good cocksucker needs to learn to deep throat," Zach told him.

 

I was surprised at myself for just shoving it in, but at some level Zach was right. A cocksucker needed to give good head. Zach was really no nonsense. The guy didn't say anything more but went back down on my dick. Guess he didn't want to find out if Zach would shove his dick in there, yet. He continued to bob up and down, only now, he did go down all the way on his own. I guess he took our words to heart.

 

As I watched him suck me off, I looked at him. The guy was hard the whole time. Sometimes his dick was just bouncing around there in front of him and sometimes he was jacking it. I couldn't imagine being hard while giving someone a blowjob. It just didn't interest me. I did reach out and grab the guy's nipples through his t-shirt. That got some frantic moaning from him. I thought maybe he was going to cum and that was not what I wanted. Chances were, he'd stop sucking if he came.

 

I put my hand back on his head and began fucking his face. Slow at first, then I picked up speed. I really just wanted to get off and Zach still needed to get off too.

 

"I'm about to blow. You want my load, cocksucker?" I asked. He nodded. I continued to pummel his face. He gagged occasionally but nothing enough to slow me down. His throat was warm and wet and was really doing a number on me. Once I'd opened him up I had really started to enjoy him.

 

"Fuck! Yeah. Cumming!!! Oohhhhhh, fuck," I shoved deep after the first spurt of cum and fed the rest to him straight down his throat. I shook with release as I felt my cock unloading. Shivers went up and down my spine as I gave the cocksucker what he came here for tonight.

 

Zach wasted no time in grabbing the guy's head away from me. No afterglow in his mouth for me, I guess. The thought made me laugh. I pulled out and Zach moved into place. He didn't give the guy time to even swallow the first shot I'd placed in his mouth. Zach held his head tight and rammed his cock all the way in.

 

"If you can swallow him, you're sure as hell going to swallow mine," he told him.

 

Zach was not as gentle as I was. He really fucked the guy hard. The guy struggled to handle Zach's dick. He tried to pull away, but Zach wasn't having it. I was pretty impressed with Zach's control of him.

 

"Just hold still, faggot. Let me use your face." The guy was trying to back away, but Zach just held tighter. The guy gagged repeatedly but Zach just seemed to enjoy it more.

 

"Take ahold of your dick," he told him. "You can cum, but not until I tell you."

 

The guy did as Zach said. He started stroking his dick and Zach stroked in and out of his throat. The guy was going to be sore when we were done. I continued to stroke my cock watching this. I hadn't lost any firmness after blowing my load, it was damn hot watching Zach at work. The guy continued to drool all that throat slime, his chin was covered. Hell, his shirt was damp too from all of the slime he had sent back up from his throat. Fucking hot watching Zach just totally use this guy.

 

"Get ready to cum, boy. You have my permission to cum, so get me off and beat that meat till you cum."

 

Sure enough the guy started jerking his dick as Zach hammered home his own in the guy's mouth. Zach kept up the humiliation as he pumped harder and faster. The guy gagged a few times.

 

"Yeah, gag on it faggot. I'm not stopping until I shoot my load. It's hotter when you gag anyway."

 

I was getting close again myself. I aimed my dick at the guy's face as I jerked. He didn't seem to notice as he was busy playing with his dick and getting a fuck to his mouth.

 

Aawwww, shit. I'm cumming again," I announced. "So fucking hot to watch you use that mouth. FFUUUCKKKKKK." I blew my load on the guy's face and Zach's dick. Some went in the guy's mouth and some slid down his face. Zach must have enjoyed it because he started shooting his load too.

 

"Take it all, faggot. Don't leave a drop wasted," he told him as he grabbed his dick and aimed at the guy's face. "I want you to cum too," he said as an afterthought. "Do it. Show me you can hear me."

 

Zach's load came out fast and heavy. It was pretty impressive. The guy just stared at Zach and beat his meat for a few seconds and he blasted a load on the floor in front of him. Both of them were moaning and gasping. The guy was a mess. He was actually licking his lips and cleaning as much cum off his face as he could. Zach used his dick to mop up some more of it and fed it to the guy. I was kinda surprised he slurped it all up. He must be pretty experienced at this I thought.

 

"That's it, eat it all up. Don't waste any," Zach said. "Remember the taste, you'll want more." The guy just looked at Zach as if Zach was right, like he knew he'd want more. Zach and I tucked our cocks away as the guy climbed up off the floor and began to clean up. "Nice using your mouth," Zach said as a way of thanks I guessed.

 

The guy was kinda dazed. He didn't say anything at first. Then Zach stepped back in front of him. He looked at the guy eye to eye and stared. "You need to say thank you when a man gives you his load, boy."

 

The guy had a look of fear in his eyes, but he managed to croak out a thank you. Sounded like his throat was going to be sore for a good while. I chuckled out loud. "Ya did good," I told him. "Best blow I've had in ages. Keep practicing your deep throating and you'll get lots more cocks to suck."

 

We both laughed at that at headed out the door, leaving the cocksucker to clean himself up.

 

TIMMY

 

I couldn't believe that Ian was graduating college. Time had gone so quickly this year. Everything had changed in my life from September when school started. I had returned to campus, to the frat last fall as a straight man, a junior in school, a member of the swim team, but it all changed when Ian noticed me, the real me. I mean, I already knew him. He was like the big man at the frat, but I didn't know him well. He knew me somehow, I mean he knew deep inside me that I was not like him.

 

Now I belonged to him. Totally and completely. I had dropped off the swim team to better serve him. I had dropped out of school because my time was filled with other things he saw as more important, like hitting the gym, doing his laundry, cooking him food, cleaning the house. I had gotten a girl pregnant and now was going to be `mom' to our baby. More than anything, I was Ian's boy, his faggot. My mouth and ass were for his use and pleasure, my body was his to alter as he chose. A shiver ran down my spine as I thought about it all. It was amazing. I belong to Ian McNeil, what a concept.

 

Ian had been sharing me more lately. We hadn't really had much sex on our own. Just three ways, with guys and girls. The girls were much more humiliating for me. Not for any sexual reason, just that they could see I was locked up and couldn't get hard. They knew Ian was the only cock they'd be getting even though I was there and participating. I didn't mind the sex itself, just that the girl would see me so clearly as Ian's faggot. They all loved my body, but they all laughed that I had a locked cock. Maybe I should unlock it the next chance I could. The guys weren't as personally humiliating, but I think that was because they were after a big cock and probably wished they were as lucky as me to be Ian's boy.

 

Everything made me horny these days. I couldn't get enough of Ian's cock. He didn't need to even touch me for me to be horny. All he had to do was look at me and my nipples got hard. Every day my pussy hole just ached with emptiness until Ian filled it up. My nipples were my main outlet for arousing myself. I couldn't believe how many times each day I found myself touching them. They were so much bigger than they had been last fall. I didn't have any clothes that hid them. All my tight shirts and sweaters displayed them for anyone to see. I turned sideways in the mirror and looked at them. They really stood out, of course turning sideways I also noticed my butt. God it was huge these days.

 

I got a lot of catcalls these days. Guys and gals really appreciative of my body, some worse than others. The ladies all wanted to touch parts of me, the guys mostly didn't touch, but their words were sharp. The funny thing was with the guys they mostly were about me fucking them or wanting to give me a blowjob. It didn't see to dawn on them that I was not going to be topping them or even able to receive a blowjob. The worst one had happened as I was passing a construction site. Some jerk started talking about my ass loud enough for me to hear, probably for his buddies on the site to hear too. I think he thought I was a girl. My hair was pretty long these days and since he was only seeing my backside, maybe he got confused.

 

"Got any fries to go with that shake?" he hollered. When I didn't turn around right away he continued shouting. "Meet me at lunch and show me that pussy! Sure would like to knock you up, baby!" That got me to turn around and I think he realized I was a guy. Then he just hollered "faggot" at me and shut up.

 

I grabbed my nipples in my thumb and index finger and began playing with them. God it felt good. I couldn't play with my dick, but I could play with my nips. My chest was really muscled, and my nips really were something. I'd never imagined having this type of muscle development or nips so big. I guess I could see why people were putting the make on me. I really looked more like a man than ever before, but I wasn't a man. I was male but had been turned into a boy by Ian. That thought got me hot and bothered so I twisted my nips some more and felt a rush of pleasure down my spine. It had been a couple days since Ian had fucked me. I was horny.

 

I continued to play with my nips in front of the mirror. My pussy muscles were clenching and unclenching. I was twitching with pleasure as I played with myself. I don't know why it hadn't occurred to me before this time, but really, I was masturbating. My nips were the hardest thing on my body and seemed tied to my hole and my prostate. I shivered again and closed my eyes. I imagined Ian forcing me to my knees and pulling his sweats down, showing me his beautiful cock. I imagined immediately asking permission to suck it then letting it ram all the way down my throat until his balls were slapping my chin. Oh fuck! What was going on. It felt sooo good. I could feel a tingle in my spine and in my pussy. My hole was spasming, my locked dick was jumping and then I opened my eyes and watched as cum drooled out of my cage and dribbled to the floor. FUCK, it felt so damn good. I just gave myself an orgasm. Holy shit. I slowly massaged my nips and came down from my little high. I had never done that before. Ian's cock always made me cum, but I hadn't ever tried to use my nips to cum. It was like discovering what to do with my dick when I was young. I sure couldn't do that now. I'd have to show Ian later, he'd want to know. I hoped he wouldn't be pissed at me for masturbating.

 

DUSTY

 

Dakota was so helpful as always. She even took some time on her lunch break to help me shop for bras. As much as I had slimed down in my waist, I seemed to putting weight on in my chest. Isaiah never said anything about it, but I was going to have to ask him if it bothered him. I only wanted to keep him happy. She also recommended a laser hair removal specialist in town. I had an appointment later today with a guy named Jared. I was over the waxing; it was painful and temporary. I was excited to have the chance to get it removed permanently. Isaiah really liked me as smooth as possible, and he hated stubble.

 

Isaiah was pretty quiet most of the time. He wasn't overly demanding, but he was clear what his expectations were and I did my best to meet them. What was absolutely the best was he wanted me to be as girly as possible. He wanted me as his girl, not as his guy. As I stepped into the tanning booth I saw my reflection in the mirror. I had really slimmed down. The tiny bathing suit I had on had really left tan line where it was. I tried to be careful and get everything lined up correctly. I didn't need multiple tan lines on me. Just the ones that Isaiah wanted. The bikini top really displayed my tits, as he called them.

 

After I finished everything with Dakota, I headed over to the laser hair removal salon. I was surprised at the number of women here. I guess I wasn't the only one fixing things up for their man. I didn't wait too long when a really hot looking guy came out to the waiting area and called my name. I blushed a little when I heard it called. I was still sure I was being clocked as a guy, even though Isaiah said that wasn't the case. He seemed sure that other people were seeing me as a girl. We went back to a private room and Jared introduced himself.

 

"Hello Dusty. Nice to meet you," he said putting his hand out to shake. I shook it as Isaiah had shown me girls shake hands. Lightly, not like a guy would.

 

"Hi," I said.

 

"So, why don't you sit down and we can talk about where you were thinking of having me do the hair removal and what you are hoping to achieve. I will also need to have a look so we can make sure your hair is dark enough for the machines to work optimally."

 

"Sure," I said excitedly. "I, well, uhm, I want the hair removed from all over my body," I finally was able to get out. "I uhm, I am transitioning I guess you'd say. I was a guy until recently."

 

"Oh!," he sounded surprised. "I hadn't been told that by Dakota. I apologize if my question was too forward."

 

"No, I'm good. I have been getting used to telling people. I just want to get the hair removed so I don't have to keep getting waxed."

 

"Makes sense," he replied. To cover your full body is not inexpensive," he said.

 

"Yeah, I know," I replied. "I can pay, that isn't a problem. I just want it done. No girl has a beard," I told him.

 

"There have been a couple guy this year going through some changes," he said casually. "I did a full body hair removal on one guy. Only thing left on him is the hair on his head."

 

"Nice. Does it take long? I wanted to know. "I mean, how much time will it take each appointment and how long before the hair is just gone and I don't have to think about it?"

 

"Why don't you undress. You can leave your undies on, if you wish, though if you plan on having that hair removed too, I will need to see that."

 

"Oh! I hadn't thought about that," I admitted. "How silly of me. Let me get this stuff off."

 

I began undressing. I was a little uncomfortable, but he handed me a dressing gown and I covered my self when I had removed my top. It wasn't like I was embarrassed. Many men had seen me naked; it was just the intimacy of the office I think that was new to me. I turned my back as I removed my pants and panties, though I am not sure why. He was going to see it soon enough.

 

"Okay, let's have a look," he said.

 

He checked my legs first, noting that I had hair on my feet as well as my legs. That was the worst really, hairy toes drove me crazy on guys, but on me, it wasn't pretty. Then he had me turn around and he checked my back. No hair there, luckily. When I rolled back onto my back, he looked at my front.

 

"We'll start here," he said. "I am guessing between the face and your chest, that is where you'd like to lose as much as as quickly as you can," he said correctly.

 

"Please!" I told him. "I would love not to shave my face ever again, and the chest hair is more visible day to day."

 

"Your breasts are beginning to come in nicely," he commented.

 

"My? My breasts?" I said aloud.

 

"Yes. I bet your nipples are a bit sore lately. What with them budding and the growth that is occurring. How long have you been on hormones?" he wanted to know.

 

"I... I'm not on hormones," I confessed. "Do you really think I am growing breasts? My... my nipples have been sore lately. I kinda thought it was my boyfriend, the way he is rough on them all the time. And I have only started going to the gym regularly a couple months ago. I've lost weight. I just thought I hadn't lost weight there yet"

 

"Well, I apologize for making an assumption," he quickly replied. "I just thought."

 

"No, no," I stopped him. "Maybe I am growing breasts. I just don't think I am taking hormones. Or at least my boyfriend didn't say I was. He sets out my vitamins and supplements every day for me, I ... I guess he could be giving me something else."

 

I was kinda shocked by Jared's assumption. I had no idea what I was taking for supplements. I had never asked. I was staring at my chest trying to remember what my chest looked like a couple months ago. Fatter was the first thing I thought. I didn't think there was a lot of change to be honest. I was definitely going to ask Isaiah what I was taking. I mean, in a nice way. I didn't want him mad at me for questioning what I was taking. And Zach had been giving me the stuff before Isaiah. Maybe he knew what I was taking. It was the same stuff as far as I could tell from just looking at the pills. My heart was racing a little. I was kinda turned on with the potential of breasts, but I was scared too. So many things were different now.

 

"We don't have to continue," Jared stated. "If you need to talk about this with your boyfriend first."

 

"No, I am going to have to get rid of this hair one way or another," I let him know. "Whether I am already developing tits or not. I had started thinking about how I would do that, so if he already decided for me, I just needed to work with that."

 

He laughed and agreed. I hoped I sounded sensible. I was a little shocked, but it wasn't like it was a new thought for me. I HAD thought about breasts. "Let's check your groin area," he continued. I pulled my gown closed at the top and opened it at the bottom. "Nice cage," he said. How long have you been in it?"

 

"A few months now," I admitted. "Just before Christmas was the first time I had it on. Then when I got back to school I put it on again and it hasn't been off except for hair removal."

 

"Yes, you'll need to remove it before you come for appointments," he noted. "I can work around it today, but I would really rather not have to deal with it after today. It's time consuming to try going around it all."

 

"Yes, Sir"

 

"Good response. I like that."

 

I blushed. It had just popped out of my head before I thought about it. He had said it so authoritatively that it just seemed like the best reply.

 

After he said what it would cost, I agreed, and he said we could start today. I was excited about how it would go. I knew now it would be a several months before I would have full results, but he said I would notice changes right away. It took a long time, that first appointment. Way longer than I had imagined. Being a girl was time consuming!

 

As Jared ran cooling gel over my chest my mind focused on the excitement of getting rid of all the hair. I just loved how smooth a girl's legs could be. I had been envious all this time of how beautiful and smooth a girl's body was. I just loved the idea of being as smooth and hair free as the girls I had been with before. I hadn't wanted to be with a girl, I had wanted to become a girl. I imagined standing next to Isaiah, and being the girl he wanted. I could make those changes! I could be a pretty girl for him.