Date: Wed, 4 Nov 2015 12:29:59 -0700 From: Ken Duxbury <kenduxbury52@gmail.com> Subject: Dude, where's my dick? Part 4 This story is a work of fiction. It involves legal, consent (in the specific areas noted) aged men and/or women, with titles (such as Sir/boy/Mistress/Ma'am) 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. Remember, while the story contains copious amounts of unsafe sex, these are dangerous times in the real world. Do what you like, and do what feels best to you, but be as safe as you can regarding STDs. DONATE TO NIFTY!!!! NOW!!!! Or face the consequences! *evil laugh* Seriously, though, please donate so we can all treasure this site for a long time to come. Dude, where's my dick? Part Four Back to present Work has settled into a routine. I don't have the drive I used to have, to be quite honest. And I can barely stand to lay eyes on Trixie or her demon spawn children. For the most part, we have left one another alone. She knows she got me, and while I can tell that she is suspicious of me as to whether or not she can expect some sort of reprisal, she seems content if I come in and do my work. Everyone else around the office is mystified as to my total change in character, and I can see it in half spoken or unspoken questions, looks of curiosity, and the occasional dumbfounded look after glancing at my visibly flat crotch. I have been doing my best to just shrug it off and pay no attention to any of this, and to basically ignore any questions, but it has been getting to me emotionally. So, one day at the gym, I ask a guy I know that works at a rival ad firm if he knows of any openings. Seems there might be, and he asks me for my number which I gladly give to him, and he says he will be in contact with me in a day or two. If I can get away from Trixie, life might improve again... At home, the following months have seen drastic improvements however. Trevor and I have become extremely close. He started talking about moving in a couple weeks after my return from Bangkok. His parents, while not thrilled to begin with, even started accepting me into their family. He, despite my protests, tells his parents what is going on between us, but none of the intimate details. I know they are afraid I'll be treating him like I used to treat my conquests. I had apparently passed out and collapsed in the kitchen one day, and he found me laying there when he came over after school. I awoke to Trev's distressed face, his hand lightly slapping my cheek. "Kyle, come on, wake up!" He was frantic. "That's it, wake up, come out of it..." He soothed as he slid his legs under my torso and propped my head up on his well-developed chest. "What happened?" "I don't know. I remember coming into the kitchen...then you slapping me." Trevor placed his palm on my forehead, pretending like he knew what he was doing, checking for a fever. "Your forehead is really warm. Do you feel dizzy?" "No. I was just not feeling sharp today, and I called off work." "What's the issue?" His eyes looked intently at me. "Look, I'm fine. Yeah, I passed out, but I've done that before. The last couple days at work have been very stressful for me, and I woke up with a bit of a head cold." "Passing out isn't normal. You're lucky you didn't crack your skull open or something!" "Trev, really, I'm ok. Look, I'll make an appointment with my doctor, if it will make you feel better." "Yes. Definitely." He breathed a sigh of relief. "And I'll be taking you. Maybe I was more right than I knew..." He trailed off. "About what?" "Well, I've been thinking..." He started, getting up and pulling me up, watching me and making sure I wasn't wobbly. "...I really think with the amount of time I spend over here..." "Wait. I know what you're going to say. And it's a solid no. Your parents would have me strung up from Peachtree Tower..." I started to object. "Oh, shut up and don't be such a drama queen. I already told them a great deal about you, and what was happening between us." My jaw must have hit the floor. "Are you fucking crazy?!? Oh shit..." I started hyperventilating. "Oh shit...I'm going to prison..." "For fucks sake, Kyle, get ahold of yourself. First, my parents are more accepting than you are giving them credit for. And second, believe it or not, I almost couldn't get them not to call the police on Trixie. Yes, I told them about that too." I was stunned, completely speechless. I couldn't say anything; my mind was racing from one awful conclusion to the next. "Oh, fuck...please tell me..." "No, it's cool! Calm down! They freaked when I told them. And my mom said `serves him right', but after a while and a very long talk, they started to get concerned about you." He grabbed my hand. "Look, trust me, they're cool with everything. And no, mom doesn't think you deserved it anymore." He held my hand tightly then bored his eyes into mine, which had the effect of calming me. "And yesterday I mentioned that I think it would be a good idea to move in here. You need me." "What do you mean?" "Well, I just found you lying on the floor passed out. First example. But, think about it. What if some guy broke in here? He would rape you and leave you for dead!" "Seriously, Trevor, I'm a guy..." "Not like you used to be. You don't see it. But I do. You're..." He paused, searching for the right words. "...less...no, not less..." He was floundering here. I was getting nervous. Did he think I wasn't a man anymore? I could feel my eyes start to moisten. "Baby, don't give me that look. I don't think you're less of a person. I just think that maybe you need protecting now. You're vulnerable now. You're not as aggressive." A single tear rolled down my cheek. "You..." I sniffed. "...think I'm not a real man anymore..." Then the waterworks started. I sat there, staring into his eyes, my heart breaking, silently crying. "You probably should go..." "Kyle! For fucks' sake, wake up! I love..." He started to get truly angry. "Go!" I got up, stormed up to my bedroom and slammed the door. I heard my front door slam. I lay there on my bed, strip to my undies, throw the clothes unceremoniously on my floor, and crawl under the covers, crying myself to sleep. The man I'm in love with...yeah, I just thought that...doesn't see me as a man. He sees me as less. I woke up to a sound downstairs. Not bothering to put more clothes on, I slipped out of bed and silently opened my door, and slipped downstairs wearing the pastel pink panties and matching thigh high stockings (a present from Trevor) as silently as I could. I peeked around the corner of my stair case, hoping to spy who or what had entered my house, if anything. A hand grabbed me, encircled my waist, and another hand came up to my throat. I froze, with my assailant holding me from behind. "Please, take whatever you want, just don't hurt me." I pleaded. Really, truly scared for my life, I begged. "Please, just don't hurt me." The hands released me, and I turned to see a very large man in a stocking hat covering his face, and another somewhat smaller man with a face covering hat standing near the front door. "I'm serious, please, take my money. My valuables are..." The man standing by the door flicked on the light, and removed his hat, as did the large man that was holding me from behind. It was Trevor, and his father. "So. As I was saying earlier..." "Trevor...Gary..." I stood there, my trembling fear turning to trembling rage. "What the hell! What the fuck do you two think you were doing?!?" I started ranting. Trevor walked to me, grabbed me by the hand, and led me into my living room, forcibly sitting me down on my couch, while standing over me. Gary walked up to me, looking me up and down, with an unreadable look on his face. "Just shut up now, Kyle. Goddamnit! Just shut up and listen for once!" I, stunned more than anything, complied. "Do you see now?" "See what?" I asked tentatively. "Oh for...Do you see why you need me here? You've become submissive. You were ready to let the intruders do whatever they want. You practically begged us. Just not to hurt you..." Trevor sighed, looked at me, waiting for a response. "Ok. So?" "So?!? So you need me here Kyle. You need a man here." He said exasperatedly, becoming more irritated with me. "Why? Why do you care? You don't even think of me..." I started with the water works again...fuck. "...as a man anymore. You think I'm less than you." "Fuck! So what if I do? And did I ever say exactly that? No! Yeah, you are not a man anymore, Kyle, you just fucking proved it! Fuck, you are so fucking dense sometimes!!" Trevor yelled at me and stalked off into the kitchen. I watched him go, tears running down my face. Gary spoke up then. "Kyle, I can't say I understand what happened to you. Trevor did explain, but I still can't understand what happened to you and what you are going through. But I do understand one thing..." I hung my head, muttered "...but how could he want me..." and he picked up my chin in his huge paw, turning my wet and red face to look back up at him. "...that boy in there desperately loves you. Loves you. He's just worried about you. And he wants to be with you. We had a long chat about all this tonight, him, his mother and I. And, I have to admit. He is right. You do need someone here. You aren't the same, Kyle. You may not see it, but we do. And there is nothing wrong with the changes you are going through. You're just different now. So fucking get over it, get your ass in there, and accept him. Accept his love, his protection. Accept him as your Man!" I felt odd right then. Where my cock used to be, and where my vagina is now, started tingling and getting warm. I got up, and started walking toward the kitchen, then turned back and said "Gary...I don't really know how to thank you..." "Don't say it. Do it, by accepting him in your life the way you both need him there as..." He smiled, then with a strange glint in his eye, and a quick scan up and down of my body, added "...he could do a hell of a lot worse." I smiled at the not so veiled compliment, and turned back around and found my love, leaning on the kitchen counter, looking up at me with the saddest eyes. I said nothing; I just went up to him, put my arms around his neck and kissed him deep. Trev grabbed my leg, hooked it in one arm, unzipped his pants, hauled out his massive boner, scooted the front of my panties aside and plunged in. The urgency kid of hurt, and I was worried that his dad was still in the living room, but I didn't say anything. I was his. Gary was right, I needed to accept him in, with no questions, no conditions, none of that bullshit anymore. So I let him take what was his, right then and there. Trevor wasn't wasting any time. His fuck was urgent, powerful, passionate, and rough. His huge dick kept ramming into my pussy, making me moan. My pussy was so wet for him, and I realized how thrilling it was to have my Man fucking me right there in the kitchen. He wanted me. "Baby, don't ever pull this shit again." He breathlessly said. "Oh...fuck...Trev..." was all I could respond with. His fast pounding was making me light headed, and I was sweating and panting with the lust he turned on inside me. "I'm serious, Kyle." He grunted at a particularly savage round of thrusts. "I'm not putting up with anymore of this bullshit. We need to talk about rules. And first one." He hammered into me a few more times. "You obey me. Always. Without question!" He practically yelled, unconcerned that his dad was in the next room, or so I thought. I couldn't help it. My orgasm came, and I just kept cumming while he was fucking me. All I could manage was a whimpered "Yes Sir." My gasps and groans coming in through ragged breaths. This wasn't an ordinary fuck. This fuck was meant to show me who was powerful, and who was subordinate. "We will..." He was picking up his pace now, coming close to his own explosive orgasm. "...talk about the rest later." He finished. "Oh, oh baby...oh fuck you slut, here I come!" With that and a couple more savage long dickings in and out, he buried into my pussy as far as he could ram and blew. I felt his cum coating me inside, and start to ooze out with no place to go. His load was gigantic. He was holding me almost painfully tight, and we were both breathing hard, my leg still slung over his well-developed arm, other foot on the ground, pushed back against the cabinets. I couldn't help it, standing there shivering, I repeat over and over "Yes Sir. I will obey." His savage fuck really drove it home at that moment. I really did understand, and I would work harder at adjusting. We had had a similar conversation not long ago. But I didn't realize at that time how serious he was. Although I did orgasm, it still hurt, and that's what he wanted. "Fuck, son..." I heard a voice from the kitchen entrance. "...I hope you don't mind, but I just had to see that." Gary was standing there, staring at Trev. No, beaming at him, with undisguised pride. "Not at all dad. You've done it before. I watched you fuck mom a lot like this before." Trevor said. "Yeah. Sometimes you have to drive a point home to them." He said as he turned his attention to me. "You need to learn your place, ummm..." He seemed at a loss for what to label me. "...girl. Men are here for your benefit. You do as we say." He says casually as he walks over to us, adjusting a growing package in his pants. Trevor pulls out, still holding my leg, his massive cock still hard. "Come over dad. Check her out." "I can't say I'm not curious." Gary states, as he walks purposefully up to me, then kneels and raises a hand, tentatively touching my cunt. "Damn. So close to an actual pussy it's amazing!" He paws at it, making me tremble and moan. He slides a finger in, making me gasp. "Fuck...do you mind son? I'm horny now, but I don't want to fuck her without your consent." "Dad. You really gotta ask? Have at her, it's fucking amazing." Trevor said excitedly. Trevor lets me leg go and steps back, as Gary stands up and looks me in the eye. "Time to get fucked." He says menacingly, grabs my shoulders and spins me around, bends me over the counter and starts pawing at my panty clad ass. "Mmm...looks so fuckable in that pink lace." I hear a zipper, and he growls in my ear, as I feel Gary's hair chest on my smooth back. "Yeah! Hot fuckin ass, aint it dad?" "Yeah son, just fucking perfect. Made for cock. You sure she wasn't born this way?" "No dad, she used to dominate other guys. Fuck them. I saw her cock once. It was pretty big, guess that's why she can accommodate real men in there now." "You fuck her ass yet son?" "Yeah, dad, that's fucking tight, and it feels so good. But try her pussy out this time. You can always come back for seconds." "Mmm...gonna have to remember that next time your mom is being squeamish about putting out." I feel the tip of his cock, apparently like father like son cause this feels as big as Trevor's', at the entrance to my pussy. It starts sliding in, I moan, and Gary growls again in my ear. "Gonna fuck you now, bitch. Get ready..." And with that he starts jackhammering into me. The feeling is shocking, intense, powerful. "Yeah! That's a nice cunt you got there girl! Aw yeah..." I feel my orgasm start to build. I'm turned on and mortified all at the same time. My lover, my Man, has moved around to face me on the other side of the breakfast bar. He watches his dads face and my face with glee. I cast my glazed eyes up at his; I'm in a fuck stupor. I can't form coherent thoughts and certainly can't speak. All I can do is gasp, moan, grunt, and let out the occasional `oh...ah...' as Gary pummels my cunt. The feeling is painful, as I had just had an orgasm and was very sensitive, but it's good too. I can feel another one building, and Gary's thrusts keep coming harder. At some point, I instinctively try to give him better access, and a stocking leg is up on the counter, I'm arching my back because it's starting to feel good, panting and crying out, as Gary continues his relentless railing of my pussy. Trevor leans over the breakfast bar, and inches from my face, says "Yeah, that's it baby. Take it. Take it for me. Give my dad a good ride, and make me proud. Good girl!" And then starts kissing me passionately. Gary is building his orgasm fast, but not as fast as mine. All of a sudden, the white hot flash comes through my body and I'm kissing Trev back hard, and moaning into his mouth. He grabs the back of my head to keep my mouth locked to his, as I cum for a second time. "Holy fuck! Yeah! I can feel that hot juice flowing in your cunt, girl. Yeah, feels so fucking good lubing my cock, gonna shoot!" And with one final plunge, Gary pulls out and starts shooting all over my ass, hitting my cheeks and my panties. Completely drenching my rear in his stud juice. "Aww, yeah! Now that's the way a sluts ass should look. Painted with cum!" Trevor breaks the kiss and saunters off to the bedroom, as Gary and I come down from our orgasmic highs. He is back shortly, with a pair of my jeans, shoes and a shirt. He has since put his huge cock back in his underwear and zipped up his jeans. "Put these on babe. I'm hungry, let's go grab a bite to eat." "Yes Sir." I respond almost automatically. I freeze after I say that, and just stand there for a moment, realizing how automatically that came out. "Well, I'll let you go." Gary says as he wipes his cock off on a paper towel, jams it back in his pants and zips up. "That was hot. Looking forward to a repeat." "Yeah, it was hot, dad. So hot to watch you rail my bitch." Trevor said with a devious grin. "Damn if that didn't feel fucking amazing. It was like she was pulsing around my cock the entire time." Gary stated, talking as if I weren't there. "Yeah, some trick she's learning. At first she didn't do that, but I've felt it the last couple times I fucked her." Trevor said, then looked at me. "You learning new tricks to please your man, honey?" He asked honestly and with a straight face. I felt very degraded the way they were speaking about me and to me. "Well?" "Yes. I want it to feel the best for you." I averted my eyes from his and continued dressing. I felt like telling him not to speak to me that way, to stop calling me a `she'...but I couldn't argue. They were right, in quite a few things this evening, and I wasn't a man anymore. I just got bred by my Man, then his dad used me, not bothering to ask my consent, to get off too. And I came, both times, and the sex was seriously magnificent. So I can't say I didn't enjoy it. `I have a ways to go, but they're right, I need to start accepting myself for what I am and them for what they are' I thought to myself. I finished dressing, pulling the panty front over my pussy, the pant leg and shoes barely covering my pink stocking clad ankles, I noticed. Oh well, if someone sees, they see. And I smell like a fucking brothel. Oh well. I know that smell well, and I like it. Gary left, and Trevor and I went to dinner. Pulling into the parking lot of my favorite Italian place (Trevor grabbed my keys and announced he was driving), Trev found a good parking space away from other cars. I smiled at that...apparently he had noticed how protective of my property, especially my car, I was. I mentioned that on the way in. "Well, it's both ours now, babe. So yeah. I don't want door dings any more than you do." I thought about that for a minute. Did this Senior in H.S. just say "It's both ours now"? Yeah, he did. He didn't ask, he stated. I had a long road to go. But I needed to start accepting it. He made it clear earlier, and he wasn't taking `no' for an answer. But...he's just starting out in life. He doesn't need a ball and chain now, I was thinking and he interrupted my thoughts but ushering me through a door he was holding open for me. I reached for the inside door, which he grabbed before me, then gently steered me through it with a quick pat on my (still somewhat cum-dampened) ass. The hostess seated us, and brought me a glass of wine and Trev a glass of iced tea. We were seated far away enough from other people to have a normal toned conversation. So, I decided to broach the subject about the rules he mentioned earlier. "So, ok. I know what the first rule is. Obedience, always. And," I continued, after seeing a flash of annoyance in his eyes. "...I will. I mean I will obey you Trev. I really have fallen in love with you. And I want to please you. You've given me the most mind-blowing sex of my life over the past couple months." I paused, noting the annoyance changing to hopeful optimism in his expression. "And I'll follow whatever other rules you have for me. I only ask one thing. Please treat me like a human. I know now that you truly do not see me as your man. That hurt, earlier. But, I think I can be comfortable with you seeing me as something else. As long as you remember I'm still a human. I have feelings. And I have a heart. Please don't break it." I asked him. "Baby, you know better than that. I wouldn't break your heart on purpose. And, of course, I ask you to remember I have one also. But, you have my word. I would never treat you as less than human. I'm not treating you as a man, no, because you aren't. But that doesn't mean I don't love you. And, yeah, occasionally you're going to have to put up with some talk. I might speak down to you, but that doesn't mean I don't love you any less. Remember that." He said, forcefully. "I will." I said, and reached across the table to take his hand in mind, giving it a light assuring squeeze. "As for the other rules, well only a few right now. More will come." He stated, firmly but gently. "First, I'm moving in. Dad and I discussed this earlier. Which is why we did what we did. We had to show you." He stopped and looked me directly in the eye. "You aren't safe, Kyle. You aren't the same. You're more..." He paused, and I could tell he was searching for the right words. Maybe my pleading eyes caused a bit of hesitation, but he continued. "...feminine. Less aggressive. What you went through due to your boss' machinations, you've lost that Kyle. You still have a man's physique, but you no longer have a man's cock, and with that your assertiveness and aggressiveness has gone also. Your remaining testicle keeps your body from becoming fat, and still produces testosterone, but you just aren't a man anymore. But," He pauses and squeezes my hand. "...there is nothing wrong with that. It's just a change. And, it's a change I like. You need me to protect you. To direct you. To care for you." He paused, waiting for a reaction from me. I couldn't deny any of that. I had basically given up the fight earlier before it even started. "...yeah, you're right." "Of course I am." He smiled, then continued. "Also, around the house, keep your clothing to a minimum. Panties and stockings are fine, or nude. But you don't need to be wearing more. Hell, half the neighborhood are exhibitionists, so that applies to outside too." "Understood." I say, meaning it. "We will share the house chores. I don't want a slave, but I'm not doing everything." "Yes Sir." I say, automatically. "When I graduate next spring, we might be moving. I haven't decided where to go to college just yet. But, keep it in mind. You're coming with, no arguments." "Yes Sir." "Any time my dad wants a piece, or possibly one of my friends, you don't hesitate. And your friend Ron, the one you used to tag team other guys with? Yeah, he gets it when he wants it too. But no others." Ron is the guy from the gym, the one that works for the other add agency. I wouldn't quite call him a friend, but everything else was dead on. We did occasionally tag team a dude. "Yes Sir." "As far as masturbation, don't do it. I know you can rub inside there and get yourself off after a while. But that's mine. I want you horny for my cock, and you know I have a high sex drive. So none, period." "Yes Sir." "Once I graduate, we'll be combining our assets. Of course, I have very little. And it's not that I want to take what you have. But, what belongs to the husband belongs to the wife and what belongs to the wife, belongs to the husband." I froze at that. I wasn't ready for marriage, and although I already knew I loved him and would happily spend my life with him, I just wasn't ready to be his wife. He must have read my reaction. "No, we are not getting married tomorrow. But I know how I feel about you. I want you, in every way. And that's not going to change. And, unless I've read you completely wrong over the past month..." He looked at me, and I relaxed, smiled and shook my head, agreeing with him. "Then you feel the same way. A year or two down the road, we'll talk about marriage. But not now. What we will have will be common law." "Yes Sir." I stated, warmly. Our food had come, and we were eating when Trevor started back in on serious matters again. "You know, Kyle. Something has to be done about Trixie. You know it, I know it, my parents know it. First things first. You need to find another job. Even if it makes you take a pay cut, I want you out of there and away from that bitch." "I already have a lead on that, Trevor. I'll know in a day or two." "Good. Tomorrow night, we are going over to my parents' for dinner. A friend of theirs will be joining us. We have a lot to discuss with him, so start thinking about things. What are her habits, what are her hangouts, etc. We need info to start watching her." "Yes Sir, I will." I stated, a bit nervously. I wasn't sure what was brewing, but it wouldn't be good for Trixie. I had to think more on this, especially since I hadn't really thought much, if any at all, about taking revenge. I couldn't say that it wasn't appealing. "Good. Kyle..." Trevor put down his fork, grabbed my hand again, and looked me dead in the eye. "I want you to remember. You're my babe. I'm your Man. We are building a relationship, one built on trust and love, but also built on control and obedience. I don't want a door mat, but I do want an obedient girl. And you will be. Just keep working on it, okay?" "I promise. I will keep working on it, and I will be your obedient girl." Just then a waiter walked by, middle aged guy, looked at us, and having apparently overheard us, chuckled but didn't say anything. I blushed, and Trevor grinned broadly. I was as attentive as I could be with my Man the rest of the night. He fucked me brutally hard in my ass before we went to sleep, bringing me to another mind blowing (but this time dry) orgasm. It was the type of fuck where all I could do was hang on to the sheets for dear life, and hope he didn't break something. Doggy style, my arms and thighs were aching after the first ten minutes of holding firm against his relentless assault on my ass. And, as usual, I couldn't form a coherent thought. All I could do was gasp and moan and groan with the explosive sensations of both pain and ultimate pleasure. As we lie in bed and fall asleep after, his load firmly planted in my guts, my thoughts are filled with little bits and pieces of information about Trixie that I will have to remember tomorrow. The bitch will be paying her due, and I doubt it's going to be pretty. Not if my Man has anything to do with it. With that thought, I snuggle further into his massive arms and chest, and drift off to a peaceful sleep, knowing and feeling that I'm finally safe.