I'm Neal, a high school senior who has been happily straight, scoring with every girl I could, and that was quite a few. I got quite a reputation for playing the field and accumulated more than a few upset former conquests. I probably deserved it, because my guiding principle was "find 'em, fuck 'em and forget 'em". After awhile word got around school, and I had difficulty getting girls to even talk to me.

One day Megan, along with Sally and Lisa approached me. Since they were former conquests, I didn't expect anything favorable from them, so I was wary.

"Neal, you're finally going to get what you deserve," said Megan, with a sly grin.

"What's this all about?" I asked.

"You think you're quite the stud," she said, "But wait until you meet the Converter."

"The who?" I asked, and the three girls broke into giggling, and walked away.

It seemed like they'd taken leave of their senses, and I soon forgot about it.

Since the pool of available girls had been poisoned at my school, I made it a point to go to dances at other high schools to troll for girls.

On Friday night I was at one of these dances, and I met a girl who was really well developed for a high school girl. She had a really fine rack and a big ass, but on her it looked really great!

She approached me and asked me to dance – how could I say no to such a babe? I looked forward to maybe fucking that big ass of hers before the night was through.

We danced a few dances and then she said she needed some air. We went out to the parking lot, and she drew me to the side of the building, where we had some privacy, out of the range of the parking lot lights. She rubbed my cock through my pants and asked me to show her what I had, so I naturally unzipped and took out my pride and joy.

She took hold of it and squeezed it, nearly bringing me to my knees with pleasure.

"You'll have an unforgettable night," she said, "If you'll just do what I tell you to."

I was in a state of seriously impaired judgment, and quickly agreed. She invited me to her place and I eagerly rode with her, leaving my car at the school. When we arrived she took me downstairs, where there were other high school guys with girls similar to my date – all especially well developed.

She brought me a whiskey sour along with a drink for herself. She explained that she was actually 22, but she and her friends loved to go to high school dances and find horny guys to play with. I looked around and saw that there were five other guys, each with a girl as hot as mine.

"Well, you've made a good choice," I said, "Because I'm a very capable lover!"

"No doubt," she said, "And before the night is over, you will surprise yourself with what you are willing to do for me."

I liked the way that sounded – she was probably a really kinky girl, and I felt I had really good odds of slipping my hard dick between her ass cheeks.

We made small talk as we finished our drinks, and then had another. She had my cock out and was stroking me, but taking me to the edge of cumming – I wanted to cum so badly, but not from a hand job – tonight I wanted to pump my load into her plus-sized ass!

I noticed that all the other guys were being stroked the same as I was.

A girl who wasn't with the other guys came in and said, "Are we ready for the strip show?"

We all cheered in agreement, and my date said, "I want you to go down on one of the strippers."

"No problem!" I declared, "I'm really good at it."

My date just smiled and said she looked forward to seeing me in action.

A door opened and in walked six black guys, wearing only Speedo's. All of them were bulging, and I was sure it was from those legendary big cocks.

They gyrated and thrust themselves forward in time with the music, while my date whispered, "Which one do you want to go down on?"

Normally I would have been really pissed at the very suggestion, but unknown to me, my drink had been laced with a drug that completely wiped out all my inhibitions. I was certainly curious to see a black cock, and wondered what it would be like to suck one, though normally the thought would never have stayed in my mind.

In my highly suggestible state I found anything she told me to be of interest, as did all of the other guys – all similarly drugged.

By now the strippers were each standing in front of a guy, their massive cocks straining to escape the Speedo's. My date told me to go ahead and pull down the guy's Speedo's and he would be all mine.

In my confused state, this was just another form of conquest, so I pulled down the Speedo's to expose the biggest cock I had ever seen, and soon it was in my mouth. In my current state I really liked the way it felt, and I felt proud to be scoring this victory. By now all of the guys were sucking black cocks, and their dates were urging them on. Each of the black guys said when they were getting close, and their suckers were told to keep their mouths open while the guys stroked themselves to climax, shooting into the open mouths, and all over the faces of their eager suckers.

My date told me I had done really well and deserved a reward, telling me to undress. I did, as did the other white guys. Our dates then told us to kneel and hold the spent cocks in our mouths while we jacked off. I was so horny that I gladly complied. I closed my eyes and stroked madly with the soft, but still huge cock in my mouth.

"Look up here," said the black guy I was sucking. I opened my eyes and looked up as he snapped a picture of me sucking him.

I had more important things to concern me than some stupid pictures, and continued stroking myself.

Soon I came, and my date caught my load in my drink glass, which still had a little of my whiskey sour left in it.

"Bottoms up for good luck," she said, and I drank it down.

She said it was getting late and she would take me home so I didn't have to drive in my present condition.

She told me that she was really impressed with my performance tonight and I was sure to be a hit.

I felt especially studly hearing this from such a hot babe. When we got to my house we parked out front for a few minutes and kissed. As I got out of the car I said, "But I never got your name!"

"You can just call me the Converter," she said.

Even though I was really drunk, I knew that was a really odd name for a girl.

I slipped inside without my parents seeing me. I took an aspirin and a tall glass of water to stave off a hangover and went right to bed. The aspirin and water worked their usual wonders and I woke up feeling just fine. I replayed the events of the night, and found that I could remember each and every detail, but I was horrified by what I had done! Instead of fucking her ass, I gave a blowjob while she watched. To make matters worse, I had jacked off while sucking a cock – something only a faggot would do!

I tried to remember the other people there, and couldn't be sure if any of them knew me – I sure hoped not. I had kind of a sick feeling as I took my shower. Normally I would soap up my hard cock and jack off in the shower, but today I wasn't in the mood for it.

I had breakfast, pretending that it never happened, and hoped I would never see any of those people again. The entire weekend I just felt sick about what had happened.

After breakfast I checked my email and found that I had one from "The Converter".

I remembered that was what she said I could call her. I opened the email and she thanked me for the performance and said my life would never be the same. There was a web link which I clicked on, only to see a page come up entitle "Recent Conversions". There were six pictures across the top of the screen, showing myself and the other five guys, all in the same pose, looking up with black cocks in our mouths.

They all looked like they were loving it – there was no way I could convince anyone I was forced into this! Below it was a scan of each of our driver's licenses – they must have taken our wallets out of our pants while we were naked. Under my driver's license image were two links to videos – one of me blowing the black guy, and one with me jacking off with his cock in my mouth, then drinking my cum.

At the bottom of the page was a link called "Bill of Sale", which I clicked on. It showed a document stating that I was sold to some guy named Leroy that I would willingly attend to his needs. There were signatures at the bottom and a stamp saying "$900 Paid in Full". That was really weird. I closed my browser and wondered who else would see those pictures of me.

It occurred to me that they might have taken more than my license from my wallet, so I opened it to find all my money still there. I looked into the pocket for my license and found it there, along with a note that said, "Thanks for the head – you are now my personal cocksucker – I'll be in touch."

It was signed by Leroy. I may have been tricked into this once, but I was sure never going to see HIM again!

All weekend I worried about my secret getting out. Twice I got text messages from Leroy but just ignored them. By Sunday evening I just decided to put all this behind me, and be careful about girls who seemed too good to be true.

On the bus ride to school on Monday I was pretty sure that nobody I knew had seen me, so my secret was safe – at least in my school. Then I noticed that every girl I saw that I had previously fucked was smiling at me – not in a friendly way, but like they were amused by me.

Half way through the morning I got another text message from Leroy, wanting me to meet him after school for a blowjob. I texted back for him to fuck off!

When I saw Megan, she smiled at me in the same manner as the other girls, so I stopped her and asked, "What's going on here?"

"We all liked to see what you did Friday night – you really deserved it!"

I got another text from Leroy that said, "All your former girlfriends have seen your performance – if you don't blow me whenever I want, all the guys and your family will see it as well!"

It was now very clear to me that I was Leroy's personal cocksucker!

Special thanks to my online friend, Rob Johns, for the idea that inspired this story!

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)