Date: Sun, 1 Nov 2009 10:09:29 -0800 (PST)
From: Superfry <superfry2009@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Setup 3

The Setup III
by Superfry

This is the final installment of The Setup, where I come to realize the
inevitability of my situation.  They say that the last stage of a crisis is
acceptance, and once that is obtained, there is certain liberation (or at
least I can hope that there is).  Thus far, my choices were all hard:
either continue sucking cocks for Jessica, my ex-girlfriend, of have her
share the pictures of me blowing the first guy all around, utterly wrecking
my public life, or lock my penis up in an inescapable chastity device,
thereby suffering in private.  I simply couldn't bare the public
humiliation, or to blow another of her asshole boyfriends, so I chose the
last option.  But my small victory seems hollow, and now I'm even more
worried than I was before, because the trend shows that for every move I
make, my bitch of an ex seems to always be one step ahead of me... and she
has proved to be more devious that I ever thought was possible.


PART 13

The first month in the steel tube was agonizing.  I tried to pull it off,
pick the lock, hacksaw the steel, and I even called the manufacturer to see
if there was some secret security flaw that I might exploit (they laughed
at me).  None of my attempts to get out of the device were successful, and
I was getting more and more frustrated every day.  But at least I had the
satisfaction of escaping my new career as my ex-girlfriend's fluffer, at
least in the near future.  Even chaste and trapped in steel, I was resolute
and focused; no matter what, I'd never blow another guy for her again.  I
had to maintain that small piece of dignity.

Like she had promised, at the end of the first month, Jessica called me,
offering me a chance to blow her guy and be unlocked.  Though my balls
throbbed, my knees were weak, and my spine tingled from a month without an
orgasm, I firmly said no to her taunting request.  She just laughed, saying
that she'll check back in another month, saying also that my resistance is
futile, and that my ultimate surrender is inevitable.  I shivered, because
in my mind, I conceded that she just may be right

During the second month, my body and mind were really starting to quiver.
I could barely sleep and needed to get off something fierce.  I was near
sheer desperation, and began to think that sucking cock "wasn't so bad".  I
still haven't dated in almost a year, and sexually, I was a confused mush.
I had considered every strategy, and figured that even if I blow her men,
there was no guarantee that she'll let me out of this evil contraption, but
sucking cock seemed to be my only hope, slim as it may be.  Realizing that,
in a burst of 110% desperation, I spent another half of a day trying to
freeze the steel, in hopes that it might break easier, with no success.  I
cried myself to sleep.

Then, like clockwork after the second month, she called again, offering my
familiar options.  Again, I declined, and she said, "So be it my little
cock sucker.  I can wait as long as you can.  Maybe next month you'll have
a change of heart?  Bye love."  And as soon as she hung up the phone, I
knew already that next month I'll do it. I WILL suck cock for her.  I'll
need to.  I need to now actually!  I simply cannot take anymore time
without some relief.  My breathing was heavy as the acceptance, scary as it
was, crept into my mind.


PART 14

But a funny thing happened when she checked in after the third month.
Somehow I had found a second wind, and refused her yet again.

"So you are declining me again," she said.  "You know, I am really
beginning to lose patience with you.  All of your stupid bitchiness is
really annoying.  The game is already over, and I have won, so why don't
you recognize that fact?"

"I know, but I just cannot go through with it again," I replied, a bit sad
to disappoint her, realizing that feeling was quite odd.

This time with an angry edge, she said, "But don't you like it even a
little bit, deep down... sucking cock for me?  Don't you find if erotic to
be so intimate with such a taboo thing?  Don't you just love the feeling of
a large, stiff, warm, throbbing dick pushing its way past your lips, using
you, demanding its own satisfaction?  I think that you do, even if you
won't admit it to me, or yourself.  But in time you will.  I know this with
all of my heart, and sweetie, I'm much, much smarter than you."

"Well... I don't know... I...," I stammered.

"OK, OK, OK, suit yourself sweetie," she said.  "In fact, I kind of like
your strong resistance.  It'll only make my accomplishment that much more
impressive when I finally do break you, and I will.  But you should know,
because you are such a bitch, I'm changing the terms of the deal.  If you
do not blow my guy now, I WILL share the pictures, or else take something
else from you.  I'm offering you another choice."

Shocked, amazed, defeated, yet with a shred of hope, I said, "Why?  What is
my choice?"

"I want a contact list - emails, phone numbers, and names - of all of your
other ex-girlfriends... or else the pictures will be going far and wide,"
she said with a smirk.

"Why in the world would you want that?" I asked, surprised.

She went on, "Well, I want to talk to them, and explain you new humiliating
situation.  I want to see how you treated them and ask them if there is
anything they might want from you now.  I think if possible, you should
make amends with them all, no matter if you broke it off with them, or they
dumped your ass.  I'm sure that most of them might be quite amused to hear
how their ex-boyfriend now spends his time.  Girls always love a little
payback (there is a little thing called the battle of the sexes, which you
happen to be losing big time these days sweetie), and why should I alone
get to have all of the fun?  So it's either the list, or the pictures go to
you dad, mom, brothers, coworkers, neighbors, and all over the internet;
the choice, again, is yours."

It was a no brainier, and I spent that week compiling (with dread), a list
of my last five lovers, while still suffering and melting into a chaste
pathetic puddle of horniness inside the device.


PART 15

"So sweetie, I had the most marvelous time ever, chatting with your ex's,"
she said, after calling me.  "They are a great group of women and I got
along very well with each of them.  And they LOVE what I'm doing to you!  I
mean, they really, really love it, which surprised even me.  When I
explained your predicament, and your willingness to get so easily trapped,
it occurred to each of them that your new lifestyle fits you well.  They
saw it in you, even if they didn't realize it while dating you.  But they
are all over pleased that I'm helping you find your true self, and though
they each have great boyfriends now, they also unanimously wanted to help
your cause.  None of them hold any real grudges against you, but at the
same time, they realize that the medicine you need may not always be the
medicine you want, and they are willing to help you."

Shoulders slumping, I replied a bit agitated, "So when can I get out of
this damned chastity device?"

"Now, now," she said, "we have all discussed that, and have come to a
consensus over lunch.  I, being the leader of the group, have decided that
I will release you temporarily if you either blow my guy, or get straight A
grades from all of you ex's.  You see, they each have ideas to help your
mind transition from silly resistance toward full enthusiastic acceptance,
and so you will be `studying' under each of them, so to speak.  They've all
worked out a schedule and plan to share you between them.  You'll be
assigned various fitting tasks, and after a month, if you receive straight
A's, I'll let you have an orgasm; else, you can try harder next month, or
of course, blow my guy.  Do you understand?"

"Yes, I guess so," I replied.  "But will I have to suck any cock for THEM
in order to get released?"

"Well no, I don't think so, at least not now," she said.  "The girls will
be contacting you shortly.  I suggest that you bend over backwards trying
to please them.  They deserve it, and your orgasmic future depends on it."


PART 16

And so it went, me being a humiliated chaste slave, rotated between my
recent ex-girlfriends.  Though there was a certain refreshing feel in the
familiar faces of my ex lovers, the humiliation of them seeing me this way
was devastating, but what could I do?  My predicament seemed inescapable,
and my only option for now was to play along, and hope for a better future.

On Monday's after work, I'd show up to Jennifer's place.  She was an
athletic 5'11" brunette who eventually dumped me for a more athletic stud
(with a bigger cock no doubt).  She wanted to see my trapped penis, and
laughed hard when she did.  She confessed that she always thought that I
was way too small, and had to dump me because of it, though at the time,
she never wanted to hurt my feelings.  But now... given my obvious aptitude
for such things, she has no qualms about speaking her mind... and making
demands of her less than satisfying ex-lover.  She is a busy professional,
and it was her idea to have me serve as her maid, saying that it would
soften up my resistance to other things.  Did I have a choice?  So each
Monday, I would clean her place from top to bottom, while she lounged
around, dressed scantily, often talking and laughing about her new maid to
her girlfriends, or her boyfriend, on the phone.  Laundry, vacuuming,
dusting, dishes... it was all very tiring, but her demands could have been
worse, I reasoned, as I claimed a small victory.

My Tuesday evenings where spent at Katie's, the youngest and prettiest of
my ex's - a raven-haired vixen.  She was a little more aggressive with her
demands, and initially, I balked hard, though I came around after quickly
realizing the futility of it all.  She demanded that I do everything
possible to make myself appear more feminine!  She said that since I'm a
cocksucker without a functioning cock of my own, it is my duty to become
more appealing to men; that it's really my only alternative in life.  And
so she had me shave my body, legs, arms, face... everything, and keep it
shaved.  Even the slightest stubble would result in failing grades, she
laughed.  And soon enough, she also had me practicing with makeup after
getting my ears pierced (which I initially strongly protested against).
Next I was told to purchase an assortment of female undergarments and
clothes, and shoes.  And toward the end of the month, I could apply pink
shiny lip gloss and dark mascara expertly, though my hands never ceased to
quiver.  For this month's final exam, she told me that I'd need to get a
modest but feminine manicure and pedicure, and be able to stride
confidently in 4" heels.  And so I did spend time at home practicing, well,
that is before Jennifer found out about my feminizing and started demanding
that I dress up like a proper maid while serving her on Mondays.  My God,
what has become of my life!

Thursdays I was to report to Julie's place where her course was simple and
to the point: I was to perfect my oral techniques, alternating sessions
between her pussy and her strap-on dildo that she often forced down my
throat while I kneeled before her.  I enjoyed the physical contact, though
her pussy was often swollen and sloppy, no doubt from a recent pounding by
her boyfriend.  I tried not to think that there may be some lingering cum
inside of her, as I sucked and licked for hours on end, yet the though did
creep in.  Even though my penis remained locked away and severely useless
for several months, I was beginning to feel a bit of normalcy with it all.
I think that my sex drive had diminished some, or at least I was feeling
very much less studly.  My diminished masculine drive helped me cope, yet
recognizing that worried me; was I truly being reprogrammed?  I guess that
time will tell, as if I have a choice anyway.

Fridays I was simply required to take Amber and her girlfriends out to the
clubs, and be their designated driver and escort.  I spent many hours in
the car, butt plug and panties in place (as had been her demand), waiting
to take home a group of beautiful, drunk young women who all giggled
ferociously at my state of frustrated and pathetic servitude.  After
dropping them off, I'd get home at 3 am, exhausted and crash immediately,
my mind and body permanently numbed.

But after the relative ease of Fridays, Saturdays were by far the worst.
Elizabeth was the most invasive with her desired "training" methods.  She
got word from Katie about my feminization and took it to the next step,
through slowly and steadily fucking my ass with her strap-on, all the while
making me moan, whine, and beg for more.  She just laughed, occasionally
smacking and kneading my ass cheeks.  It was utterly humiliating.  Dressed
in a skirt, panties, bra, stockings, heels, and a wig, with full makeup,
she'd do me doggie style... each Saturday evening.  She'd comment on how
great this all was.  And how she never let me fuck her anally, or even
doggie style, yet here she was, totally owning my ass, and loving every
second, while I could not even get off.  I dripped pre-cum the whole time,
but never came, though sometimes I felt close.  And my ass was usually sore
until the next Wednesday, but it was becoming more accustomed to the
stretching.  And honestly, the rhythmic penetration didn't feel that bad.
In fact, given my chaste situation (beggars cannot be choosers after all)
the contact felt rather enjoyable, though I'd never admit that to any of my
tormentors.

And so, with my fevered horniness pushing farther and farther past
red-line, this routine continued on for a month.  Early on, I had decided
that I should try my best to please them all, potentially earning my
freedom.  And as the day gets closer, I can only hope for a good report
card from my instructors.


PART 17

When the big day came and I was shocked to find out that I had received
straight C's, and would not be getting out this month, unless of course, I
wanted to give a nice, juicy, enthusiastic blowjob to my ex's newest
stud...

"But I did everything they asked, to perfection," I pleaded to Jessica.

"Yes," she said with a huge grin, "but everybody knows that just doing the
minimum only earns an average grade.  To get higher grades, you need to
show initiative, and go well beyond the minimum expectations.  And to get
A's, well, let's just say that you need to be spectacular in your efforts."

I was crushed, and sat silent.

"I'll try harder next month," I said solemnly, shaking from my permanent
fever of horniness.

And I did try harder, oh did I try hard!

I began giving them all foot and back massages at the conclusions of our
sessions.  I subscribed to women's fashion magazines in order to study the
latest styles.  I bought an assortment of makeup and experimented on my
own, each time showing up with new colors and perfume.  My cross dressing
was becoming quite good.  I could strut effortlessly in heels and had some
great dangly hoop earrings which moved about just so while vacuuming.  I
cleaned their vehicles.  I blew their strap-ons with reckless abandon, and
was even able to impress by deep-throating (after many hours practicing
alone at home).  I asked, no I begged, to have my ass fucked with an even
larger dildo.  And I never complained once, about anything.  In fact, I was
becoming accustomed to the routine, almost hypnotized by it, reveling in
it.  If anything it was an escape and after so long, the escape was all I
knew.  I couldn't even remember my former self, and my foggy arousal was
endless.  My resistance was nearly gone.

My second report card was better but also disappointing; there would be no
release for me this month.  At the news, I openly cried and fell to my
knees begging Jessica to release me, saying that I'll do anything.

"Anything...," she asked, with a knowing, victorious smile.


PART 18

Going into the third month I knew deep down that no matter how well I
perform, the girls are not going to let me out of the device.  I believed
fully that my only hope was to beg Jessica to let me blow her guys, and
maybe, just maybe, she'd honor the original deal and let me out.

I was ruined, defeated, and in full acceptance of my destiny.  It wouldn't
be so bad.  In fact, I had a stirring feeling that was becoming more and
more prevalent; I actually wanted to suck cock.  The contact and intimacy
would be most welcomed, and truthfully, after all I have been through, it
seems quite natural and even sexy.

And so, again going above and beyond all expectations, in addition to
serving my ex's as I am, I began begging each of them to find me a guy to
blow!  If I was ever going to get out of this device, full committed
enthusiasm was necessary.  I pleaded and explained how I actually want it
now, and even need it.  I explained how I've been keeping my hands extra
soft and moisturized, to enhance the pleasure I might someday give to a
man... how I'm more attentive all the way around, and eager to
please... how I've come to crave being used... and how I've been dreaming
of sucking cock most every night, only to wake feeling so empty.

Word got back to Jessica, and she was over pleased!

"Oh sweetie, I'm so glad that you've finally come around and embraced your
true self," she said, beaming.  "This is really a rebirth for you, and you
should be very proud and excited.  I am."

"Yes, I suppose that you have won," I said.  "You knew my true self and
what I needed, even if I didn't all of this time.  I guess that I do owe
you a huge debt of gratitude.  So thank you.  I have to say, this was all
very... exciting, if painful at times.  Now, when can I get my hands on
that stud of yours?"

"Excellent," she giggled.  "Well the girls are now gathering some cocks for
you to blow.  I guess Katie has a lot of gay guy friends and so does
Jennifer.  And the others are trying as well.  But again, your chance with
my man only comes around once a month, so you have another three weeks to
wait before I give you the opportunity to endorse my guy, and earn your
release.  In the mean time, enjoy yourself with the guys that the girls are
rounding up for you.  I'll want to hear all about it!"


PART 19

And the girls came through.  I had frequent blow job dates; sometimes me
going to meet the guys at their places, or sometimes me blowing them in
front of my ex's, who all seemed to enjoy the sight immensely.  Most of the
guys preferred me to act and look feminine, so that was no problem given my
recent education, yet it was still humiliating on many levels.

And I sucked like an eager champion.  I really got into it, and even (I
must admit), came to enjoy it.  Of course I was still chaste and horribly
horny and unsatisfied, which only seemed to drive me harder to perform.
The contact, even homosexual contact which previously repulsed me, was a
beautiful thing, and for the first time, I felt some sexual satisfaction.

Then the call came, again, like clockwork.  It was Jessica, and she asked
me how my month went.  I explained how I've given a number of blow jobs to
a number of men, and how I loved every second of it.  She was ecstatic, and
invited me over to sample her stud that night.


PART 20

Anticipating my release from chastity, I hurried over to Jessica's, ready
and eager to do my duty and endorse her current stud.  By this time, I felt
like a pro, and made quick work of him, as he moaned and enjoyed my
efforts, while Jessica watched the action from across the room, with a full
wicked smile.  As he was getting close to cumming (I was an expert now at
recognizing the increased vigor and throbbing seconds before a man's
climax), I stopped suddenly and said, "Please cum all over my face!  I need
to be coated with your delicious sperm...please do it for me!"

And he did, stroking just a bit, and blasting my lips, nose, eyes, and hair
with a huge load of his hot white cum.  And sitting there before him as he
forcefully grabbed my now longish, almost girly hair, I proceeded too rub
it around on my face, scooping some of it into my mouth where I savored the
flavor.

And Jessica cheered me on, and clapped.

"Oh you are the most perfect bitch of an ex-boyfriend that any girl could
ever have!" she said with pure lust and sure dominance.

To which I replied, "Well thank you, and thank you for sharing this
tremendous specimen of a cock with me.  You are truly lucky to have access
to such a beast.  I am jealous, and FULLY endorse him as your lover!"

And as I sat on the floor, a bit disheveled with his cum drying on my face
and with my hint of mascara and lip gloss running and smudged, I glanced
down at my crotch and then looked at her, with a hopeful pleading in my
eyes.

"Yes, about that..." she started.  "The good news is that I no longer have
any desire to keep you locked up, or to continue training you.  You have
graduated as far as I'm concerned; you are now a licensed cock-sucker.  The
score is final and I have beaten you fully.  You are my bitch and will
always know that I am the women who `ruined' you, though I prefer to call
it liberation.  Oh and just so you know, I did get this last session on
tape, but truthfully, I have no desire to share it with anyone; it will
just be my little reminder, my trophy after such a long contest of wills.
Please know that I will not blackmail you, ever.  I have attained my prize
and am totally satisfied.  But that is not to say that everyone is
satisfied."

"Thank you, but what do you mean that not everyone is satisfied?  Do the
girls want me too continue on?" I said.

"Well yes, some of the girls do.  I mean a good maid is hard to find, but
that is between you and them to work out.  But it is Jake, you know, the
fabulous gay man with the extra large cock who's been taking a special
interest in you, who's had you blow him much more than any of the other
guys; his desires are the issue here.  You see, he has convinced me that he
wants to marry you, to make you his exclusive bitch, and after hearing his
plans, I just had to give him the key to your chastity device."

"What?  Why?  How?" I stammered.

"Well in California, homosexual men can marry each other," she said, "and
he does want to make you his wife.  And I simply LOVE the idea of being in
your wedding party; along with your other ex's who've already given this
union their full blessing.  It'll be so much fun being your bride's maids,
sending you off on your honeymoon.  Oh don't look so sad or worried.  He
said that once you are married and he's consummated the union, he'll
release you permanently from you device, though if you misbehave anytime
later, he reserves the right to put you back in, as punishment.  I think
the whole idea is fabulous, wonderful, and very fitting.  You'll have
direct access to as much cock as you could ever want.  How wonderful for
you!"


PART 21

And so my fate was sealed, and I no longer cared about being humiliated
publicly, or anything at all, except expertly sucking cock (which now
dominate most every aspect of my life) and finally getting an orgasm
(hoping that my long soft cock will still function when the day comes).

The girls were all giddy and enthusiastically helped me prepare for my
wedding.  I had moved in with Jake and now blow him eagerly and often,
while maintaining my androgynous yet femme appearance just the way he likes
it.  It's funny, but of all the feminine things that I've been doing, I
find that wearing my slim diamond engagement ring makes me feel the most
girlish and vulnerable, and owned.

The wedding is in two months, and I cannot wait (to get out of this damned
device).  Getting ass-fucked, providing endless blowjobs, and changing my
last name to his, will all be just a small price to pay for even a single
orgasm.  Desperation makes a person do previously unthinkable things.  But
sometimes desperation can be a useful motivator to find new, glorious
paths, and I owe all of my success to Jessica, who will be attending my
wedding as my most beloved maid of honor.

Thank you Jessica, for never giving up on me!

*** The End ***