Date: Tue, 8 Sep 2015 08:23:54 -0600 From: Ken Duxbury <kenduxbury52@gmail.com> Subject: Dude, where's my dick?: Part 1 This story is a work of fiction. It involves legal, consent (in the specific areas noted) aged men, with titles (such as Sir/boy) denoting Dominant or submissive persons. This work is not to be recreated or copied without approval from me, the author, Kenneth P Duxbury, and the usual legal mumbo jumbo applies – if you are not 18 or it is illegal to read adult erotica where you live, close this out now, etc. DONATE TO NIFTY!!!! NOW!!!! Or face the consequences! *evil laugh* Seriously, though. Dude, where's my dick? Part One Hi! My name is Kyle, Kyle Baudman. I'm a 23 year old male, 6'2", 180lbs of lean athletic muscle. My chest is 42", waist is 28" (I have a thin frame), and my ass is just one of those perfect bubble asses. Hey, I can say it! I've worked hard at the gym for it; all those squats get you somewhere. My hair is jet black, short cropped on the back and sides, with a decent length on top (NO, not to the extent of that faggy emo look... can't stand that shit). My face is fine featured and my blue eyes really set the whole package up. Oh, yeah, and I got a fuckin perfect 9" cock, not too big around but definitely big enough to feel. So, yeah. The chicks and the fags I fuck often just love me. They call me their Greek God. Heh. Why, yes I am. I just recently graduated from college and landed a damned good paying job at a very prestigious ad firm here in Atlanta, GA. I'm not from here; actually I'm from the Northwestern U.S. Mountain-raised, beef-fed boy. Anyway, I bought a cool house and a Mercedes C Class as soon as I landed the job. Gotta look and act the part, you know. Success comes to those who reach for it. So, this is where my story really starts. Everything was going just fine... *Slap slap slap* *grunt "ouch" grunt* "Oh, come on Paul. You can take it better than that. You grunt more than your sister..." "Your..." slap grunt "cock is huge, Kyle..." bam bam bam (as I really slam into his ass) "it's really giving my ass a work out." He whines. "Well, I fucked your sister's pussy this morning..." (Omitting that I might have cum a bit in the whore, but she's on the pill so who cares) "And she was a hell of a lot more grateful than your sissy ass is being right now." Slam slam slam slam slam I savagely thrust into him to elicit more grunts and groans. "Aaaghh..." bam "Kyle, please, not so..." smack as my hand slaps his ass, and for good measure smack smack smack "ughh...so fucking rough!" Paul whimpers. To be fair, I am fucking him awfully rough today. It just turns me on that I get both my boss' daughter and son. And I have him dress in stockings and open assed panties for me. Which, seeing that, turns me on even more. So, hey, I gotta slam fuck the fag, no? Isn't that what you do when you got a fag that begs for your cock? Yep. That's what you do. You see, I had been fucking the two of them plus their mother (although Trixie – my boss - didn't know about me banging her kids) for the past 5 months. I kept that one on the DL. Didn't want to jeopardize my job, after all. I wanted her to think we might have something special going on. Could only work in my favor, right? Right. "Tell you what Paul..." I say as I pause the fucking. "You beg me right now to keep fucking your little sissy ass, and I'll make it more enjoyable for you." "Please, Kyle, fuck my sissy ass! Please! Please!" So, true to my word, I make it enjoyable for him. Instead of savage thrusts in, I take long deliberate strokes. Making sure to hit his prostate as much as I can with each stroke, in and out. "Ah! Oh fuck, yeah that's it!! Please don't stop Kyle!!" He screams. I smile lasciviously, enjoying his timbre and volume change. I'm also quite certain everyone in the department store can hear us. You see, I'm fucking him in a changing room. Heh. Gotta love that public sex! I start to speed up a bit, getting close. Then bam the orgasm hits me. But I'm not moaning like my little bitch Paul. I bend over close and growl in his ear and whisper "Yeah, nice little bred whore. Take that load in your pussy, boy." Next thing I know he's cumming hands free, all over his chest, with a couple globs landing on his face. He's lying there, near comatose, on his back on the changing room bench, as I zip up my slacks and adjust my tie. I throw him a grin, "Thanks bitch. Gotta get back to work." As I walk out of the changing room and leave the door wide open. Outside, there's two guys that were apparently listening, looking on with mouths wide open. "Go ahead, boys. That's my bitch but I'm done with him for now. Have some fun." Both get huge shit eating grins on their faces and practically fall over each other rushing into the changing booth. Paul realizes what is going on, a look of dread coming over his pretty little face. "Thanks, mister!" I walk out of the store, eminently proud and happy with myself. Not only got my rocks off, but helped get two other dudes theirs off too! Back at work, my boss raises a single eyebrow as I saunter in. She's an attractive woman for early 40s, widowed. Auburn hair like her daughter and son. Actually, the family resemblance between the three is a little creepy. They are all very pretty, but not as sexy as me. "Have a good lunch, Kyle?" My boss asks with a suspicious edge to her voice. "Yes, Trixie. I gorged myself at that new restaurant called PAULS." I think I'm awfully clever. She won't pick up on it. "Well, glad to hear it. I'll google it and try it sometime soon." She replies back, same suspicious tone. That gives me a bit of a pause, but I continue about my way to my office. The rest of the day is pretty uneventful. I finish a couple projects on a few of the larger accounts Trix gave me, very proud of the work I accomplish, so I take them into her office. "Here you go, boss lady! I think they're going to love these ads." Trixie looks the projects over thoroughly. With a tight smile on her face, "Yes, very impressive Kyle. So impressive, in fact..." she pauses and purses her lips, mulling something over in her head. "...That I'm sending you on assignment to Bangkok, Thailand. We've got a potential new client there, and I'll need you to put this..." she pointed to my finished projects. "...kind of effort forward to impress them. Word of warning, this is a major account to land, and a very large client with interests worldwide. Think you can handle it?" She eyed me with a steely gaze. "Well, sure, Trixie. How long will I be gone?" "Let me get the details set up. I'll let you know tonight, so start packing." "Awesome! This is going to be fun. I've never actually been out of the country yet." "Oh, well, in that case plan on two weeks of vacation. You might need it, so we will get that set up too with HR. Just sign these consent forms." She hands me a bunch of forms to sign, eyeing me carefully. They were of the TLDR variety, request or consent written here and there on them, so without actually reading them I sign. I'll let HR worry about the details. My head was spinning at that. Fuck! I get to land a big, worldwide client and I get a vacation? Damn. I must be better than I thought. I was smiling like an idiot, I'll admit. "Well, damn boss lady, you put it that way and I cannot refuse." I smiled at her. She returned the smile, maybe a little too warmly. "Then go home, get some rest and start packing. I'll try to get you out tomorrow or the next day, and I'll call you this evening to let you know when." I speed home and start packing right away. I packed one of my speedos that emphasize my gorgeous ass and prominent bulge. Like I said, my cock is large by most standards, although my balls are kind of small. But, hey, they still pump out more juice than most sluts can handle, so no one ever complains. I pack my favorite Andrew Christian underwear, then a few of my sharper, tailored suits, good pair of black dress shoes. After I finish packing, I take my spare key over to my neighbors. Trevor answers the door in his yellow basketball shorts. Trev is their son, good kid really, never gets into trouble. Sophomore in high school. Or is it Junior? Junior, I think. He's got a mop of unruly and wavy blond hair, and penetrating green eyes. Good looking kid. And going to make some pussy very happy someday, if the free balling package, dick swaying back and forth thru the thin material of the shorts, is any evidence. I ask him to keep an eye on my place while I'm gone for 3 weeks. He says sure, smiles and tells me not to worry. I get back home and within minutes my cell rings. It's Trixie, so I anxiously pick up. "Hey, Trix! What's the word?" "You leave tomorrow morning. You'll be staying at a prestigious B&B, where they will take care of you..." The emphasis was odd, but my joy addled mind isn't catching anything but the obvious. "...and make sure you get to your appointments on time. They have the meeting itinerary, and they'll also point you to local hotspots for some fun after you land this deal. Do good, and you'll be set for life boy." Now that I bristled at. No one calls me boy. I'm an Alpha stud, for fucks' sake! "You don't need to worry about that, ma'am." I retorted, knowing that would make her bristle as much as `boy' does me. Don't fuck with me old woman. I know how to fuck you to make you hurt. Of course, I didn't say that. A moment of silence followed then a short chuckle from her. "Ok. Well, good luck. You're going to need it, because as easy as you think this is going to be, I'm going to warn you right now that it won't be. Just keep your wits about you and don't fuck up." "You got it, Trix. Hey...why don't you come over...one last go before the road?" "Not tonight, stud. Your flight leaves at 4am, and it will be a long trip, so save your energy." "Alright. Worth a try, I guess." I chuckled. "Talk to you when you get back." "Bye." I hung up. She was right, I was going to need all my energy. 4am flight meant I needed to be up and going by 1am. Not a great way to start out a trip, but I'll handle it. Come to think of it, I'm awfully tired anyway, and already dumped two loads today, so I just head straight to bed. The trip is uneventful, long boring flight filled with a couple long boring movies. I am going over in my head the details Trix has emailed me about the company, and specific products they are bringing to market, so I formulate a plan, jotting down notes on my cell's note pad. I'll be ready for them. Bangkok, Thailand I get in, get my bags and catch a cab to the B&B. Checking in, I find that everything is already paid for, and the lady at the front desk calls for a bell hop to grab my bags and show me to my room. On the way, I'm admiring his cute little ass, albeit somewhat small. Would be nice to fuck. Well, when I get some time I'll make sure to make the little guy squeal with delight. After all, even straight guys rarely refuse me. Well, ok, they do, but after a bit of wrestling around and a few "no no no's" from them and my insistent "yes yes yes" as I pin them and start sliding my cock in their chute, they become blubbering messes and eventually come all over themselves in a frenzy of lust. Anyway, get my mind off that for now. No time to fuck, gotta get in my room, change, then head directly to the clients' offices. Long, boring, explanations are going to be left out. Suffice it to say they were so impressed, they signed with us within 45 minutes. I head back to my B&B after a few glasses of champagne provided by the execs in celebration of our new partnership, my head spinning a bit. Damn, that was actually strong stuff. I better call Trix right away. "Hey, Trix. Who's your new, favorite, client grabber?" I say excitedly on my cell. "You did it!" "Yep, nailed it within 45 minutes, actually." "Ok, well I expected them to take at least a week to make up their minds, so looks like you got an extra week of vacation on your hands. Everything has been paid for, and your expense account should cover quite a bit of fun. So use it, trust me, you're gonna need it, boy." This time, I was too happy to even give the "boy" comment a second thought. "Will do, boss lady! And, Trix? Thanks." "You got it. Bye!" She hung up, seeming as excited as me, and as she hung up I heard laughing on the other end. Oh well, must be more people in her office hearing the good news. I shower and change again, this time into tight fitting jeans, flip flops and a black tank. Instead of wanking one out though, I decide to save the load for later and find some bitch to screw senseless. Whew, a whole day without cumming. New personal record for me. Not one I particularly care for either, but I'll remedy that soon enough. At the desk, I ask the lady where younger people go for fun. She grabs my phone and inputs a number. "Dis one special for you, sir." She smiles and hands the phone back to me. Damn. Royal treatment already. It's good to be the king, I mentally pat myself on the back and hit send to call the number. "Hello?" A male voice answers, slight lisp and heavy accent. "Yes. My name is Kyle Baudman..." I begin. "Oh! Yes yes! Mister Kyle, I didn't expect to get your call so early!" He says. "Well, the business deal went better than expected and now I'm ready for some fun." I state, cautiously, not sure what `fun' had been set up. But knowing Trix, and her knowing what kind of fun I like, I'm hopeful. "Yes, well we go soon. Send car to pick you up now?" He lisped out. "Uh, yeah, send the car now. I'm ready." I basically command. A short pause and a giggle on the other end. "Yes sir. You just wait. You have fabulous time here, you fun just begin! We take best care of you!" And another giggle. I hang up, thinking `Wow, what a slut. Hasn't even met me and already can't wait to swing from my dick.' With a smile on my face, I wait for the car, which arrives shortly. I walk up to it, and a very well dressed man that I gauge to be in his 30s steps out. It's a decent car, for this country, I assume, and he seems to be well dressed. He walks up to me, smiles and offers his hand. "Kyle Baudman, I presume?" He states in nearly perfect English. "Yes." "I'm here to collect you. You spoke to my assistant earlier. My name is Chakrii, and I will be helping you achieve your...'fun' did you call it?" "Yep, that would be what I'm looking for." Chakrii smiled an odd smile. "Well, let's go to have a couple drinks first, shall we?" "Yes, that sounds about perfect." I smile back. Hmm. Yeah, a bit older than I usually like my fags, but he'll do for starters. Then I'll work my way on down the age range here. We get in the car and he drives us to a relatively nice place, with a restaurant sectioned off from the bar. I realize how hungry I am, so in addition to a Tequila sunrise I order a light meal. Chakrii just nods and says no when asked if he wanted to order food also. He strikes up a conversation which I feel is odd at first. "So, you have never considered this before?" He asks. I'm slightly confused, but I think he's asking if I ever considered fucking a guy older than me. Which I have in the past. Quite often actually. "Oh, yes, I've considered it many times." I respond back, using his words so I don't openly say `yes, I've fucked a ton of guys your age.' "Oh, well, that will make things much easier for you. I'm glad to hear it." Again, confused, I shrug it off though. I'm too interested in the appetizer coming my way and sipping down my delicious drink. As I eat my meal, Chakrii and I make small talk, where we are from, our hobbies, just normal joe stuff. I finish, and finish my third drink also and I'm feeling a tad light headed. I excuse myself to get up and use the restroom. When I get back, there is a fresh drink waiting for me and Chakrii smiles and states "That one is on me." What a nice fag! Even orders me a drink. Quite proper, the way it should be. I finish that one, and I'm starting to feel really light headed. "Maybe I better go back to my room for a bit and lay down, but you're more than welcome to come." I suggest, not really needing the rest but wanting to get inside a cunt ASAP. "Oh, why yes..." He looks at me funny. "Actually, I have a spa that will make you feel wonderful." Now that sounds good. Perfect even. So I readily agree. I'm nodding off in his car, barely aware of where we are. Crap, the Tequila must be working through my system too fast. Too much exertion, not enough rest. By the time we get wherever he is taking me, my memories are just flashes. Conversation on the phone. "Yes, I'm bringing him in now. I was going to take him to the spa first, but it seems he wanted a bit alcohol before the surgery, and he's starting to nod off. We'll need to get him prepped and ready. Yes, yes I know, the paperwork he signed left his explicit instructions that he be completely out for all of it, but I'm not comfortable doing that to a patient. They have the right to know what's going on, even if it's only vaguely. Plus, I want to check him, he seems to be having a reaction to the alcohol, but it might just be exhaustion, so we'll need to make sure he's going to be ok with the sedatives and painkillers. Yes, we will be there shortly, good bye." After that, I am experiencing temporary black outs, just bits and pieces. I'm being wheeled on something into some building. Walls are white, lights are bright. Various faces look down on me. I'm wondering what is going on. My mind is too foggy, and it doesn't catch much detail. I flash in, and there is a beeping sound, like the beeps that come from a hospital's machines. I flash back to black. Then I flash back in, I see splotches of red, although not much, on one of the spa attendants' green vests, and another is holding tissue of some sort that looks like bone but is flopped over on his hand. I flash back out. Finally, I feel myself start to wake up. I'm in a bit of a daze, and I groggily peer around. I'm back in my room. I feel pain from my mid-section when I try to move, so I lay back and call out for someone, anyone. The bellhop from check-in comes in with an armful of white towels. "Hello, Mr. Kyle. I am happy to see you are awake finally." "Feel like I've been asleep forever. How long have I been here?" "The hospital attendants brought you back after a day's stay and they made sure you were going to recover well. You've been asleep for only a day now here." "Oh, god, what happened? Did I get hit by a car?" "Why no!" He laughed. "Your surgery went well, and you are making an incredible recovery. Your stitches will have to come out next week, and until then I'll be here to help you." He said with a genuine smile. "Surgery? So there was an accident of some sort?" At the stress I fidgeted a bit, which brought a wave of pain. "No, Mr. Kyle. Your surgery. The Penile Inversion Surgery you scheduled for? Remember now?" I feel my mouth hanging open, cannot form words. Several minutes pass, then I ask "What the hell are you talking about. What's a Penile Inversion? What the fuck is going on???" I yell, then grimace from a major wave of pain. He jumps back from me a bit from me, looking thoroughly confused. "Maybe I call Doctor? He come explain. Surely you remember?". I am just too stunned to really do or say anything, so I just nod my head `yes'. Bellhop boy scurries out of the room after hastily putting down the towels on the nightstand next to me. I'm wondering what the fuck he was talking about, but I don't want to get too excited and bring on another wave of pain. It's coming from my mid-section...maybe... I lift up the sheet and cautiously peek underneath. There are bandages all across my pelvic area. I tentatively feel down there, where my cock is, without pressing too hard. I barely feel anything. I start panicking, bringing on another wave of pain, and just then in walks a woman with a needle in her hand. "Mr. Kyle, this will make you slightly groggy, but it will help with the pain." I just stare back and nod dumbly. After she administers it, I start to feel slightly better. After a couple minutes, the pain is completely gone and I'm slightly groggy but still mostly lucid. A while later, Doctor Chakrii comes into my room. He has a concerned look on his face, and is holding some paperwork on a clip board. "Kyle, how are you feeling?" "Ok. I'm not sure what she gave me, but it took the pain away, and now I'm just kind of tired but not enough to sleep. What's going on? Why can't I feel anything down there? What the hell is a Penile Inversion surgery?" "Try to keep calm. I'll assume you're not completely with it, as it was you who signed the request and consent forms, but to explain what it is so we can move this further, a Penile Inversion is where we remove the tissue that makes your cock hard, then we reattach the skin and move it internally. You now have the vagina you always wanted, Kyle. Also, we were able to save one of your testicles, but unfortunately the other one had a tumor forming, and it's best to nip those off immediately. This happens at times with men, but normally if you get rid of the infected testicle, you will have no problems with the other. We moved the surviving testicle up further in you and got rid of a lot of the skin. When you're all healed up, your crotch area will look completely natural! You'll have the body of a man, but the vagina of a woman! I have to say, it's my best work yet. Of course, you will not be able to reproduce as you do not have the rest of the parts, but you'll finally be able to experience sex the way you wanted it! Isn't it exciting?" I just dumbly stare at him. I'm not sure what he's talking about. I never signed any forms for that. I never wanted to experience sex as a chick. I love my dick. I continue staring as Chakrii approaches me, gently pulls the covers down and exposes my crotch. He starts to undo the bandages...and I wait nervously. I can't seem to get excited right now, must be the drug the nurse gave me. When he pulls the bandages away, there is some blood on them. Not like I'm hemorrhaging or anything, but still enough to surprise me. I then look down at where my dick... "Dude. Where's my dick?" Was all I was able to – calmly – ask. "Why...I explained that part..." "Dude, where fuck is my dick?" I groggily slur out. "Mr. Baudman. I suggest you get some sleep. I'll be here when you fully wake up, and I'm sure you'll be in a state of mind to remember everything and we can discuss how you will recover." Chakrii walks to the door and calls for the nurse, asking her to give me a good sedative. I just dumbly look down at my crotch...what the fuck, I can see a small opening down there...and although my mind is in a panic, my body doesn't respond. Where is my dick keeps repeating over and over in my head. The nurse walks in, and I'm vaguely aware of her sticking a pill in my mouth and putting a cup of water up to my lips. She tells me to swallow, everything will be fine. I have no choice but to comply. I wake up, sounds of someone bustling about my room that hit my senses first. I open my eyes, easily this time – how long have I been asleep? – and see the bellhop boy wiping surfaces down. I'm feeling a bit better now, the pain in my midsection is only vaguely there, kind of a dull and light throb. "Hey, kid..." "Oh! Mr. Kyle! I hope I didn't wake you up! Let me go get the..." "No, wait, don't go yet. What's your name?" "Just call me Jimmy, Mr. Kyle." "Ok, then just call me Kyle. How long have I been asleep?" "Two days since you last wake. Nurse keep you sedated so you heal better." And it hits me, the memory of the surgery, the panic. I gingerly peel down the sheet to look...bandages again. "It itch? I have salve here, let me put on and put new bandage too." Jimmy says in broken English. I stop him. "No, please, what I saw last time...I just cannot look...it's too embarrassing..." I ramble and plead. "No, no be silly, it is fine. I have experience? You see." Says Jimmy, probably all of nineteen, if that. He comes over with a tube and a pack of rubber gloves, peels the bandages away, removes a cup placed over the area with a tube sticking up inside the cavity, then goes to the sink and washes his hands thoroughly, coming back with a polite, sincere smile. "You feel less itchy, more good when I finish." I look in morbid horror at my exposed, smooth, hairless crotch, where my once proud cock used to be. I just can't help but stare. It is so smooth, so barren, just a small hole where a giant once stood. I look up at him. He's staring at my crotch with a strange expression. Oh, god, no...I've seen that look. I've given that look. It's the look a man gives a woman when he's curious about her cunt, wondering how it feels! Oh fuck... "Jimmy...please...no..." I plead and begin to sob. "No, no be silly Kyle. You need this to heal good. Now relax. Feel good, promise." He forcefully says as he puts a good portion of the green glob on one latex finger. His hand seems like it takes forever to get to my...oh fuck...my hole. No, can't call it the other word. Never call it that. Jimmy's finger slowly checks the opening. I feel a slight tingle. Oh fuck. What the hell is this? His finger pushes in slowly. I start to feel it gently probe around down there. I feel arousal. What the fuck, how the fuck, what the fuck?? My mind is racing... "No, no no, please Jimmy, no, don't touch it..." And then a moan escapes my lips. I'm mortified. It was one of those moans. You know the kind. Without words, it conveys the thought `oh yeah that feels so good please please please don't stop', and as the moan escapes my lips I start to sob a bit. "See, told you feel good, Kyle. Relax, just a bit more," He coos inches away from my...my...my hole..."Yeah, good boy, feel good." My head is spinning. I can't stand that this feels so good. I can't stand that I'm sexually aroused by this kid fingering my...oh god... "Oh, Jimmy, please, I can't take anymore..." I stammer as I feel a massive wave of pleasure overcome me. The tears keep rolling down my cheeks, but my body is telling a different story. I'm sweating profusely, everywhere. "Oh...Jimmy..." I half moan, half hiss, as the pleasure builds and finally breaks. I feel wet down there. The pleasure doesn't stop though. He keeps fingering me, I'm getting goosebumps everywhere, and I cannot control myself. "Jimmy...Jimmy...Jimmy" I repeat, not wanting the abject humiliation of feeling so much pleasure because this kid is fingering my...my...my hole. And then feeling more humiliation because I know I don't want him to stop either. "That bad, Kyle. You cum, now I clean and have to put more salve in. Do not do that again. No no." He chastens me. Oh, please let me die. I cannot stand this humiliation. He strips off the gloves, places two towels down by my crotch, grabs a rubber syringe, fills it with some sterile water from a bottle near the bed, then gently squirts it up in me. The feeling is just as mortifyingly good as his finger was. But I keep myself in check this time. The last of the water dribbles out of my...my...my hole `motherfuck! Stop thinking it's...one...of...those...' and he sops up the mess with a fresh towel, throwing it in a bin next to the bed. "Now you no cum this time, Kyle, that bad boy. You no cum, or we do again. Doctor be here soon, so you need done before. He want talk." Jimmy puts more of the salve on a freshly gloved hand and starts the procedure again. It just feels...so...fucking...good *heavy panting* "Please...Jimmy...it feels too good..." I half sob half moan. He kind of giggles, but remains focused on his intrusion into my...my...my...ugh..."I can't take it anymore, please Jimmy please hurry." I excitedly exclaim. "You hold! You no cum! No time for sexy naughty, time for fixing! Be good!". He raises his voice as he continues to work the stuff inside me, more or less commanding me to hold it. What...the...fuck. Finally, he pulls out. "All done. You better now?" "Oh, god...yes...better now." I feel myself turning red all over, as he stares at me with a look of pure lust. I cannot continue looking at him, so I turn my head to the side and stare out the window. "You should not embarrass, Kyle. That your sex hole now. That your vagina..." He has trouble getting the v word out, but finally is able to pronounce it. "...and that suppose feel good. But, you need learn not to cum when I try to help you. That bad boy, Kyle, no more." I turn my head back to him, my eyes meeting his. They look...demanding. Insistent. Commanding. I nod briefly, and resume watching air molecules move outside my window. "You wait now. Doctor be here very soon. He want talk. I be back later." I turn and watch him get up, noticing a tent in his trousers. Oh, god...the humiliation... As I lay there waiting for the doctor, I think about what is going on. My boss. Has an important assignment for me. Has me sign forms. FUCK. That fucking cunt. She set this up. I continue thinking about it. Only thing that makes sense. I vaguely remember the Doctor saying I had filled out request and consent forms. All the paperwork that would normally be needed for a surgery. All the papers I had stupidly signed without reading. It was all a set up. But why? Because I was fucking her? And her son. And her daughter. And several other people at the office. And even more. So, this is her payback for me throwing her a fuck. Now I get fucked. Fucking fuck fuck cunt face fuck. By the time the Doctor strolls into the room, my face is no longer red from embarrassment, but from rage. He apparently notices too. "So, Kyle. You seem more composed than last time we talked. But, why is your face so red? Are you not feeling well?" "Doctor, who made the appointment with you?" "Your secretary. A...Trixie. Yes, Trixie Malone." "That's..." I stop cold. Well, no point in rambling on about the treacherous cunt. "Yes. Ok, look Doc, this has all been a mistake. Trixie shouldn't...I shouldn't have had this scheduled. What can we do to fix it?" "Oh, you didn't read that part." "What part?" "On the consent forms, it clearly states that this is an irreversible procedure. We cannot, no...the medical expertise and technology does not exist to reattach what we took out. You see, you have to have to remove the entire inside of the penis itself. All the tissue that gives a man an erection, that all has to come out. Once that is removed, it cannot be attached again. Plus, regrafting the skin would cause severe problems. And you would loose all of the sensitivity left on the skin that's now inverted. I cannot reverse the procedure, Kyle. You will learn that you made the right choice to begin with however, just give it a bit of time." I am at a loss for words. Completely stone silent. IRREVERSIBLE. The word echoes over and over through what is left of my sanity. "So...I have a..." And I gesture down there. The doctor notices and picks up on it. "Yes, Kyle. You have a vagina now. Well, some men would think two..." And he burst out laughing, although not in a cruel manner. That fact is lost on me. "Ok..." I sort of whimper, completely lost. I have lost the battle, utterly. "You'll grow to love it Kyle. I know men like you. Or as we refer to them, boys. Or gurls. Both are apt terms. Anyway, you love this kind of sex. The inverted skin of your penis is basically just as sensitive as it was when it was protruding from your body. You love serving others, instead of feeling pleasure yourself. Well, this way you'll still get pleasure, although it will be dependent on a man giving it to you. You'll have all you ever dreamed of. And that big, nasty, foul penis, as you called it in your letter, is gone for good. You won't ever have to worry about it making you feel strange again. It will never threaten your idea of who and what you are again. You are free to be yourself now, Kyle." Numbly, I look at the Doctor. He must think I'm so happy I'm at a loss for words. Does it matter? He smiles, encouragingly. "Well, how do I pee now? How do I...?" I let the question hang. "Well, the way it is constructed is your urethra opens at the very bottom of the vaginal cavity. Have you had any problems urinating?" I shake my head `no' "Good, just remember to sit so your new clitoris can drain into the toilet..." I shudder at those words. Clitoris, vaginal cavity. He either chooses not to notice or doesn't notice. "..as for masturbation, if that's what you are asking?" I nod `yes'. "Well, I think Jimmy showed you how earlier, unintentionally. He told me he had to apply a fresh amount of salve, and you came." I blushed furiously, and nodded. "Well, don't be doing that often. You need to give it at least another week with this salve before you play with it. But deeper inside is where you secrete those fluids now. Do it too much, and you'll have problems with swelling, and have a high risk of infection." I do not like the sound of that at all, so I payed attention and listened intently as the Doctor explained how I would clean myself out from now on. Apparently hygiene for me wasn't going to be accomplished while I stroked myself off. As he finished his instructions and explanation, I felt a wave of shame, utter humiliation wash over me, as he inspected me thoroughly and announced that I was healing up far, far faster than expected. "One last thing. We also performed the laser hair removal surgery that you had requested but ended up declining due to price, free of charge. It's going to be easier for you to heal, and to keep yourself clean, down there without the challenge and unsanitary conditions that hair can cause. And, we gave you the full package that you inquired about (?). The rest of your body hair is gone, and you don't need to worry about shaving all the time anymore." He added with a broad smile. Like he did me an incredible favor. "Well, I'll let you get some more rest. Seems that is accelerating the healing process with you, so that's your main order. Rest. I'll check on you one more time before you discharge from here, but Jimmy will mostly be attending you. He's competent, and yes young, but he's been my assistant for 2 years now so he knows what he is doing. Just listen to him, even if he gets overbearing. It's for your own good in the end. He'll be back in one more time tonight, to clean you out and put fresh salve on. I think no more bandages, save for night time when you are sleeping. I want it to breathe a little bit. Good night, Kyle. I'll see you soon." I actually mustered a decent smile, and returned the Doctors "good night." All that was left for me to do was click on the remote for the tv and watch some CNN to get caught up with the world. Which, of course, gave me copious amounts of time to think about my situation. As I mulled it over, the optimist in me kept saying "It's really not that bad, Kyle. You can still get pleasure." But the Alpha Male in me kept saying "You're not a Man anymore, Kyle. You're just not a man. You're a bitch now. A male bitch." I stopped listening to the two sides at war within me, as the Alpha Male was winning the argument, and I just couldn't face what it was telling me. Jimmy walks in, big smile on his face, close to lights out time. "Doctor says you have great talk. He says you much better now." "Jimmy, I just don't know. You don't know what really happened..." "Sure I do, Kyle. You want to be less man. Now you less man. But still very sexy. You very attractive, you know Kyle? I like to do stuff...sex stuff...with you, but you cannot right now. You get very bad hurt if I try. So I not." "Thank you, Jimmy." "Welcome. Now spread legs." He looks me in the eye, and I wither away from his gaze. "Time for new salve. You no misbehave this time, or I have to punish. Understand?" "Yes." It was all I can muster. I'm defeated. Defeated by a teenager's finger. By his steely gaze. By the knowledge he has a cock, and I have a...a...a...forget it. Jimmy preps himself and the stuff to put in me. This time he takes a bit more time. He's practically got me hyperventilating by how good his finger feels inside me. I that part of me wants it to continue until I cum. But I'm holding back, as hard as I can. "You no cum, Kyle! No cummy! That's no no, bad boy, you hold!" His voice resonates through the room, shaming me into submission. I'm gritting my teeth for what feels like 10 minutes of his probing. I think he's purposely trying to make me cum toward the end. His eyes just lock on mine. They are saying `Yes, you know you're my bitch now. Look at what I'm making you do, just by touching your cunt. Just by smearing salve all around your pussy, you cannot control it. You can't fight me anymore because you're not a man like me.' Those eyes, those huge brown eyes. Finally, he smiles and withdraws. He wraps a fresh bandage over everything, then continues it around my waist, finally pointing at a bed pan for me to use in the event of an emergency. "Very good, Kyle. That good boy. You do like that from now on. But, I need something. You too pretty. I have to have..." He's hunting for words. I know what they are. "Blow job. Yes, that it. Blow job. You suckee now, suckee good." A single tear rolls down my cheek as he takes out a surprisingly large, 7 inch cock and steps up to my mouth with it. I am on autopilot now, unable to say no, unable to resist. I'm a quivering mess of eroticism after his finger assault, so I open my mouth and take him in. He doesn't take long. Pumping in and out faster toward the end, holding onto my head the entire time. Moaning and slamming his dick in my mouth, smiling down at me. He excitedly gasps as he stops after a final thrust, and starts spewing his cream in my mouth. It seems like it comes forever. I'm gulp after gulp after gulping, giving in to this guy. I truly hate myself at this point. He pulls out, looks down at me and bends in, giving me a kiss. "Thank you, Kyle. You make me too horny. Not happen again though. But thank you, that was great." I just blink at him, then smile slightly and nod, laying back to watch more tv before lights out, pulling the covers up over me. The next few days were much of the same, with the exception of Jimmy bringing in his boyfriend, Lao. "Kyle, this Lao. I want to show you. Lao, pull down pants." And, as if on command, Lao drops his shorts. He's wearing kind of skimpy underwear, and where there should be a bulge there is none. I look on with growing interest. In kind of a shy way, kind of a sexy way, he continues his partial strip show, and pulls down his panties. Under them, it looks much the same as me. I can't help but stare. "It's..." They wait in anticipation for me to finish. "It's...beautiful, Lao." I admit. And I'm sincere. It truly is beautiful, this teenager standing before me, apparently with the same operation as I had. "We also want to show you...love." Jimmy states. And with that, Jimmy also drops trou, revealing an already hard cock. He spits on his hand and lubes it up, then smears a little over Lao's manpussy, and enters him with one grunt and thrust. Lao whimpers, with joy, and wraps his arms around Jimmy's shoulders and his legs around Jimmy's waist, as Jimmy backs him up to a wall and starts to fuck him in earnest. Each thrust, Lao gets louder, finally screaming out in complete joy in Thai. Jimmy keeps grunting and kissing his neck and ears as Lao bends his head back and lets out a continuous "Ohhhhhh...", as Lao's cum starts dribbling down Jimmy's legs. Finally Jimmy tenses and plunges in one last time. As they come down off their combined sexual euphoria, they look over at me. I'm rubbing my stomach, my lower abs, just above where my cock used to be. Where my once beautiful bush of hair used to be. Now, outside the skin where my sex resides. I pant out "That was so fucking hot..." "See? Sex so good now. It be that good for you too, Kyle. You just wait." Jimmy exclaims, and Lao adds "You going to love men fucking your pussy, Kyle, You going to love it." I still cannot, for the life of me, think about having a...a...one of those. But, I'm so desperately horny at this point, yeah, I want to know what it feels like. I won't admit that to anyone, but I do. I just need sex. Badly. "But you still have 2 weeks before healed over well enough to play. I think you should not have cock in your pussy for at least a month though. You ask Doctor to make sure." Jimmy ordered. "I have to go now, Kyle, but great to meet you. And I hope you happy now." Both turned on immensely, and slightly disturbed, I flush at his sweetness and the gesture of what they just did. The rest of the week is uneventful, comparatively. I am continued to be tormented by Jimmy while he applies the salve. Twice, I cum while he's fingering me, to be admonished the first time and have my face slapped and nipples pinched hard the second time. But, really. I'm a mess of testosterone, even with only one ball left. No way to get off effectively is reducing me to a trembling whore, so ready for anything to get me off. At that point, it occurs to me how Paul must have felt all those times I had him locked in a chastity device and pounded away at his ass. Wow. So delicious and so excruciating at the same time. I couldn't have ever imagined what it's like to feel so helpless, so dependent on cock, just to get my nut off. I don't feel pity for him, however. Not yet. He wants that, he likes that. Just have to wait and see how I feel. The next week was equally uneventful, and the Doctor came in on the following week, one day before my discharge. I had since learned this was not a B&B like I had been told. It was outpatient and aftercare, run by the clinic where my operation had been performed. The doctor was all smiles when he walked into the room. My mood had drastically improved, but I was still a long way from accepting this...thing I had become, fully. However, smiling and putting on a brave front were well within my grasp now. "I see you are adjusting well, Kyle, from what Jimmy has told me and from how you look now. How are you feeling?" "Actually very well, Doctor. Jimmy gets me up out of bed several times a day now, although I'm not allowed any clothing because it might chafe. At least that's what Jimmy says." "No, he's correct. You're at the end of that stage however, you won't need to worry about bacteria coming from clothing and making contact, and I will provide you with underwear that will not chafe you before you go. Time to examine your vagina, Kyle. Lay back and relax." I remained as still as possible as the Doctor did a very thorough examination. It felt so good...just having someone there, touching it slightly, looking at it, and knowing he wasn't going to laugh. I'm terrified of going to the gym back home soon, maybe I'll get around that for a while. "Wow. It's basically completely healed. Between the anti-biotics, salve, and a fair bit of homeopathic diet and drink, you've set a record for healing. Although, I still wouldn't have sex for another 3 weeks Kyle. And even then, nothing big. Not for a while at least. But next week, feel free to start playing with yourself as much as you want. I want you to put this salve up in there three times a day however..." He places a tube of salve on my nightstand. "...and flush it thoroughly with saline water and a rubber syringe at least twice a day." He put a rubber bulb type syringe on my nightstand next to the salve. "Also, you need to get back to the gym immediately, the very next day I want you in the gym on a light cardio routine for an hour per day." Oh god...well, so much for avoiding that. Have to work that carefully. "As for work, no more than 4 hours per day. And especially no more than half an hour per day sitting at work. When at home, lay down. You cannot put too much stress on your new pussy just yet. I've already talked to your secretary to let her know what you should and should not be doing. She was very agreeable and is very happy you're coming home." Oh, god...no getting around that either. I wonder if I can just stay here? I look at him, and he returns my look with a quizzical expression. I wave it off. "Ok, so, I'll be writing all of this down, but remember to stick to this regimen Kyle, and you'll be even healthier than you were before you walked in here. If there are any problems, I'm also including the number of a good Doctor in Georgia that will help you. He's versed in these kinds of procedures, but they cannot perform specific ones there unless you jump through all of their hoops. Regardless, he can help in the event of complications. Do not hesitate to call, in that case." I nodded, and felt a surge of emotion. "Doctor, I can't thank you enough. This was all..." I paused, searching for the right words, still too humiliated at the fact I had been so expertly played by a ball busting, conniving bitch at this point "very unexpected, and I was treated so well, and with so much respect. You have my sincerest thanks." "You are welcome, Kyle. I know it was a shock, but you'll see. Your life will improve. You'll be who you were destined to be now. Oh, one last thing. Your skin is likely to become irritated severely due to not being used to direct contact with your clothes. Men's clothing tends to be of a rougher stock than women's, and since I doubt you want to go out in public wearing women's pants, I suggest you wear stockings under your pants. In place of socks. It will protect your legs from the rough material of your jeans. Just a suggestion however. But the underwear I will be providing is not. You'll understand why when you put them on. Now, have a safe journey home, and it's been my privilege to have you as my patient." "Thanks again, Doc." I blush. The following day was my release day, and Jimmy was sad. He came up to me in my room an hour before my release. "Kyle, you wonderful. Remember that. I see what you truly are, inside there..." Poking at my chest. "and anyone would be lucky to have that. And this..." he grabbed my smooth crotch. Then he leaned in and gave me a quick peck on the lips. "So glad to have met you." I was pretty overcome with emotion. Up to this stage in my life, I wasn't terribly comfortable with emotions. Especially displaying them. Unless I was fucking someone's brains out, of course. But, instinctively, I leaned in and gave him a peck on the lips, followed by a good hug. The tenderness of that made goosebumps form on my spine. We break the hug, and he hands me a bag. Inside is a bunch of very skimpy, but very soft to the touch, panties. I blush, and shake my head. "I'll just put my old ones on..." "No, Kyle. You wear. These won't hurt, old ones will. Also not fit anymore." He had a point there. I sighed, remembering what I lost. I took out a pair. Pink, Jacquard lace. I took out another pair. Black, jacquard lace. Well, it's either femmy or femmy. I put the black ones on, slid them up over my bare legs, and onto my buttocks, taking extra care placing them over my new...my new...aw fuck it. My new pussy. There. Said it. And I think my Alpha Male just died inside. I blush furiously, but Jimmy steps back and proclaims them to be a perfect fit. Actually, they do feel like they fit excellent. And there's no denying that the fabric feels amazingly soft and luxurious against my bare, hairless skin. I look in the mirror, and what I see...well, to put it bluntly, I would fuck what I see ravenously. Fuck it stupid, till it is a sopping mess of my cum. I feel my new pussy twitch on the inside. "Very sexy, Kyle. Very sexy. Perfect choice." I blush, but respond "Thank you, Jimmy." I know he was just being honest and sincere. I pull on my jeans, and immediately I feel itchy all over my legs. I fidget a bit, and Jimmy just watches on. I put my shoes on, and now it feels like my legs are on fire. "Oh, god, this is too itchy." I exclaim as I rip my shoes and jeans off. "Legs?" Jimmy asks. I nod. He sighs, walks over to a bag, digs out some cream and starts putting it on my legs. Immediately, it feels much better. "You wear stockings too. Jeans too rough. Find softer jeans or start wearing thigh high stockings instead of socks, you no itch then." He patiently showed me how to put them on and pull them up. "Stocking look very sexy on you too. Pretty legs." After, I put my jeans on, followed by my shoes. No itching. I'll be damned. And actually, not uncomfortable either. Just feel weird. Different. Not weird, just different. I looked down, and you could probably tell I was wearing sheers underneath. But who looks at ankles and feet? I threw my shirt on, got all my belongings together, then Jimmy hands me a printout of the Doctors orders, plus three bags full of salves, anti-biotics, and creams for various itches and rashes. I put them in my luggage, pulling out one of each to put in my overnight bag in case the luggage gets lost for a time. Jimmy puts all of the panties and stockings (looks like enough for 3 weeks wear) into my overnight carry-on, then hands it to me. As we walk out to the reception desk, I notice things I did not before. Magazine racks here or there, posters for various health tips interspersed along the walls, etc. Wow. When I got here, I was so exceedingly wrapped up with my own self in my own head I didn't notice a damned thing. That gave me a moment's pause. I wouldn't be here right now at all, if I hadn't been so self-absorbed. Interesting thought, I'll have to think more about it on the long flight home. As I was leaving, I turned and waved at Jimmy, and I think there was a small tear running down his cheek. Which prompted a couple to run down mine. I got in the cab, headed for the airport, and took my flight home. The airport is busy, but uneventful. I board my plane, and start thinking about the thought I had earlier. The flight takes a long time, with the normal amount of exchanges, so I have a lot of time to think. The fact of the matter is, I was so incredibly self-absorbed, I ended up getting myself into this whole mess to begin with. I was so happy, strutting around like a peacock, that I didn't bother to read the forms I was signing. It wasn't the Doctors fault, nor Jimmy's. Yes, a lot of the blame could be laid directly at Trixie's feet. But, she didn't sign the forms. I did. Without even bothering to read them. Then, I get to Bangkok, and I don't even notice an outpatient clinic for what it is. Yes, there were differences between that one and one in the states for example. And it was incredibly posh. But a prestigious B&B posh? No. It wasn't that. Again, too wrapped up in my own "success" to notice. And the reactions from the staff and Doctor? I should have caught on. Not to mention Trixie's' cool edge and calculating looks. Yes. This is, unquestionably, my fault. So, what does that have to say about my perceived `Alpha Male' status? Was it just a hoax? I still feel it in me though. I glance down at my sheer clad ankles, feel the sensual fabric of the panties rub against my pussy lips and butt, the way they hug my waist so perfectly, and I feel some revulsion at what I've become. But, I also feel so good right now. And yes, I'm admittedly horny enough at this point to be legally declared unstable. Bit of a laugh, there. Ok, not quite that bad, but I'm unreasonably, almost uncontrollably honry, no doubt. I feel the way my undergarment fabrics are sliding across my skin, and hugging it, and it just feels so good. It feels so...right? I'm not sure. I'll have to get back to you on that one. I'm brought out of my thoughts with the final, and somewhat dreaded, announcement that we will be making our final descent to Atlanta. Hope I enjoyed flying with XXX Air. Actually, it wasn't bad this go around. I get off the plane, go and collect my baggage, then catch a cab home. As it races through the city, I look around. I'm trying to see if things look different now. Not really, but then again completely. There's the Olympic Park. I banged a waitress at a small dinner close to there one day. Then I told her colleague, a male, to meet me outside after his shift. He did, so I took him down an alley and bred the living fuck out of him. Yes, place still looks the same. But can I see myself doing that again? Well, obvious answer is no. So, still the same, but different. Finally, the cab pulls into my neighborhood, it's very early morning, and the high school guy, Trevor, next door is just leaving his house for his morning run. Not even going to look at him. So totally not worth it. Ok, ok, sneak a glance. He sees me getting out of the cab, smiles and waves and calls out "Kyle! Glad to see you're home!" in that slow, steady southern drawl. Motherfucker...he just has to talk, doesn't he? I start sweating a bit. "Yeah, finally. Long business trip." "You look a bit leaner. Feeling ok?" "Oh yeah. Just got kind of run ragged this trip." I lied. Hope it doesn't show. He looks suspicious. "Well, I don't have school today. You have to work?" "No, I have the day off. Going to catch a few zzz's soon." "Well, tell you what, I'll text you later. The `rents are gone on vacation, so I'm kind of winging it by myself." "Yeah, actually, that sounds great." "Ok, we'll watch a game or a movie, eat a pizza..." and whispers "maybe drink some beer?", pleading puppy dog eyes. Motherfuck. Can't stand it. "Well, I won't make any promises, but I'll see what I can do." "Cool! Talk to you soon, bro!" "You got it Trev." I pile my stuff in the house, put the meds away, strip down to my panties and stockings, give myself one last appreciating look in the mirror. You know what? I actually look good. Damned hot. Great man muscles...smooth crotch...pale, milky skin with no hair hiding it's flawless complexion, and the black panties and black sheer thigh highs setting it all off. Then I turn around. Holy fuck, it's like a porno of big assed bitches exploded on my mirror. Any fucking guy, gay or straight or anything in between, would love that. Wow. The way the black jacquard hugs to my booty, exposing bits of pale white skin here and there, the seat literally exposing half my ass cheeks. God damn. Don't care who you are, that's hot. Ok, time to shut myself down before I get over heated...and with that thought, I fall on my California King and I'm out before I hit the bed. Next thing I know... I'm woken by a body sliding on top of me. "Hey, sexy." Trevor's voice. I freeze, mouth open. "I knew you would fuck just about any hole you could get your dick into...but I didn't know you dressed like this under those macho, businessman clothes. If I would have known sooner..." He trailed off. "Trev. You don't understand. You gotta go, man." I begin to ramble, then his face appears in mine, with a passionate fire in his eyes. "No, I don't gotta go. We had plans, remember? When I texted you and you didn't respond all morning, then into the afternoon, I got worried. So I took the house key you gave me to keep an eye on your place while you were gone, and let myself in. I called out, but no one responded. I was just worried, sexy. Don't get all freaked. I understand you now." "No, really, you don't understand at all. Look, I'll explain later, but you gotta go, Trevor, you have to leave. Please." I implored. To no avail. "Shhh. Let me..." smooch he began kissing my neck. "put you at ease, baby. I know what guys like you want." Kiss lick slurp. "Ahh...Um...there's something you don't know...Ahhhh..." He stretches me out and flips me over on my back, then scans down my body. He stops and stares at my groin area. "Dude, where's your dick?" He looks back up into my eyes, but his big green eyes show no revulsion, just intense curiosity and concern. "Let me up..." As I finally force my wrists out of his hands, I start to take the stockings off. "No. Fuck no, leave them on. You have no idea how wildly hot you look like that. I mean, I boned the instant I saw you and I didn't even know if you were still alive. Just leave them on, I love them on you." My hands back off from the stockings, replaced by his running up and down them, feeling the nylon on my skin, then back up to my ass. Ok, well, one guy with a fetish, I guess. "Ok..I will. But, see, this is what happened..." I poured it all out. Right there. I broke down, crying and sobbing and wailing. I didn't know what to do. One instant Trev is just staring at me with disbelief, next he's got me cradled in his arms, rocking me, telling me everything will be ok. Everything is all right. Nothing is wrong, and everything is going to be ok, I will see. He just keeps repeating that over and over, as he continues to rock me back and forth, pet me, hold me, and comfort me. It has the desired effect. I stop crying, slightly sobbing, and turn my tear streaked face up to his, as he gazes down at me. His face approaches mine, his lips part. Then he kisses me. No peck on the lips, here. This is full blown, tongue sucking, spit swapping, licking and kissing. Like he's trying to devour me. Like I'm the only meal he will have for months. "Oh, baby. Don't you worry. You'll be alright. I'm here, we're friends, and now that relationship can finally go further." And I do. Strangely, I do feel that it will be alright. With him holding me. This kid, who I've hung out with countless times, and gave beer to before, watched sports and ate pizza with so many times. Never once did I consider him as anything but my bro. But, that look. Those amazing green eyes, that wavy blond, unruly hair, those well developing muscles. That chiseled, all American face. And that heady, musky, young man smell coming from him. All of that made me feel ok. Part One End Author's note: This is, perhaps, my most desired fantasy. Ok, that's a lie. It IS, without a doubt, my most intense fantasy. The procedure is real, of course. I will be continuing this story very soon. Some people have asked about His Twin, but I have put that on the back burner. I might be taking that far less actual and mostly fantasy. I'm not sure yet, but I have scrapped the last 3 chapters of it, to start over completely. As for this story, I know it's not for everyone. Hopefully people will enjoy this. Also, I tried writing it in present tense. I'm actually used to writing in past tense, but I think I got all the kinks and mistakes worked out. My email is kenduxbury52@gmail.com. Feedback is welcome, positive or negative, but if it is negative please keep it constructive. Flamers/destructive criticism will be blocked immediately.