Date: Sat, 24 Dec 2005 08:28:10 -0500
From: Herb Cat <herb_cat@lycos.com>
Subject: Transformation pt 6

Copyright 2005 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without
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Please note: the twelve parts of this story depict sex between males,
between minors and between adults and minors. They depict oral, anal and
vaginal sex as well as incest, rape, sadomasochism and transvestitism. If
any of these offend you or are illegal to publish in your jurisdiction, or
you are under the age of 18, read no further.

All names, characters, locations and incidents in this story are
fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living
or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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Spring and Summer, year two

After a few months, -- it seemed to Keith to take an eternity, -- I got my
driver's license. Mom and Dad allowed me to drive them to the store and
places, and decided I could be trusted with their cars. In fact, they said
I could use the old Plymouth. Dad put my name on his insurance
policy. Keith was ecstatic. Immediately, we quit taking the bus and I drove
us to school. Keith was pissed that my classes started before his and
sometimes he wasn't ready on time. But of course I waited for him, even
though I had to report to the attendance office and make up another reason
for not being on time. And after school, I patiently waited for Keith who
was in several afterschool sports. Inevitably, he had three or four friends
who needed rides home. They always thanked him for the ride. No one ever
thanked me.

I began to chauffeur Keith all over. Our bike gathered cobwebs in the back
of the garage.  He'd have me drive him to some bimbo's house, then drive
them out to some dark dead-end street where they could make out in the back
seat while I pretended to ignore them. He made sure all his dates knew I
was his slave. As we drove, he'd bark orders at me, "Step on it, will you,
bitch? You drive like an old lady." "Put the radio on, bitch, and make sure
it's got decent music." "Hey, stop here, bitch, that's my friend Billy. Hi,
Billy!  Need a fuckin ride?" Nine times out of ten, "Billy" wasn't a kid
who needed a ride, but a dealer, and Keith would make his connection. When
we finally got to the lover's lane and parked, he would usually quiet down,
his face muffled inside her tits or some place lower.  But every once in a
while, he'd bark "Watch for the cops, bitch." "Hand us a beer, bitch."  and
finally, "Give me a condom, bitch."

When school ended, I drove Keith to the pool each day. I wondered who would
be in his bitch circle this year, if he had a new bitch pup. Of course, he
did have new bitches. Many I recognized from the back seat of the
Plymouth. But no one now was assigned the role of bitch pup. That was now
my permanent role. Forever after, I knew, I would be the one to take
orders. And I was ok with that.

Within the first week, I had been put into "the wall" three times. On
Monday, I showed off my talents as a cocksucker to a couple new friends of
Keith's, one of whom had an impressive man organ and delivered a gigantic
load that poured off my chin on to my hairless chest. I noticed Keith soon
dropped him, guess he couldn't take the competition.  On Wednesday, Keith
had me initiate a new girl to the circle by rimming her asshole. And then
on Thursday, Keith decided it was time for me to unveil talents which
hitherto had been reserved for our bedroom up at the lake.

Big George had begun hanging around our group. Normally, Keith wouldn't
have had anything to do with a kid in special ed., but for some reason,
Keith was nice to Big George.  I smelled something up his sleeve. The talk
that day had turned to fucking, a common enough topic, and all the boys
were reciting their recent cunt-quests, real or otherwise.  The girls were
giggling knowingly. But Big George was silent. Keith asked him, "Hey,
George, you ever fucked anyone?"

"Uh, no." He admitted, not smart enough to come up with a quick cover
story.

"You get woodies, don't you, George?" George looked puzzled. "You know,
stiffies, hardons. When your dick gets stiff and hard." George brightened
up and nodded smiling.  The circle began laughing, but followed Keith's
example. They treated George with total respect.

Keith stood up, came over to George, put his hand on his shoulder, and
said, "George, I think it's time you became a man." George looked up at him
like a father. "Today you are going to use that dick of yours to do what it
was meant to do. Today, George, you will have your first fuck." George sat
with his mouth open. The girls began to get a little nervous, wondering
what Keith had in mind. None of them relished the idea of being violated by
Big George. They needn't have worried. To me, it was crystal clear what
Keith intended to do next.

Keith called "Wall." Automatically, I put myself in the middle of the
circle like I had on Monday and Wednesday. Keith whispered to me, "be a
good bitch." I took off my swimsuit and then clad only in my tight jock
assumed the position on all fours inside the circle.  Keith directed Big
George to whip out his schlong and begin jerking. George knew how to do
that, and soon the entire circle was awestruck at the size of it. He wasn't
called Big for nothing. Keith told him to kneel behind me while he
continued to work on his mantool.  Keith spit on his hand and wiped a juicy
wad of saliva on my asshole. Then he instructed George to do the same. In
case Keith's expert knowledge misled any in the group to wonder about his
manhood, he quickly explained that he had fucked a lot of girls' assholes
and made a point of winking at a couple of the bimbos there. "Now, George,
put your cock right up to his fuckin asshole. That's it. You learn real
good, George. You're a smart boy." I felt a precummed dickhead pressed
against my shit tunnel. "Now, go for it, George." Instantly, his big fat
cock plowed into my hole. No one in the group seemed to question why my
hole was able to accept a cock so readily with no condom, no jelly. They
were too intent on watching Big George experience his first fuck. In a few
minutes his moans were replaced by sudden loud grunts. He pulled out and
sprayed my whole ass with cum. The circle burst into applause.

George stood up smiling. "Gee, thank you, er, bitch." That was the only
name he knew me by. I closed my eyes, pulled up my swimsuit and sat on my
haunches.

As the circle broke up, Keith put his arm around Big George. "Don't thank
him, George. He ain't fuckin nothing. You should thank me. That bitch is
just a retard." George shuddered at the word. "Not like you, my friend,
today you are a man. A real man." I'm not sure whether George was more
pleased to hear he was a man or a friend.

---

When we got to the lake, the Birnhoff kids were already sitting on our
porch, with three big backpacks. My Dad asked them if they were going
hiking, and they asked Keith if he could come with them. So no sooner had
we gotten out of the car than I was once again the bitch/pack ass. When we
got to the clearing, I was made to strip and show off my cock cage. Keith
demonstrated it for them. Then he suggested they all get bj's to start the
summer right. Keith insisted they should all spray my face this time so
they could see who had the largest load. Tommy declined at first. Said he
wasn't in the mood for a blow job.  James started teasing him. Billy
reminded him of how great it was last year, then he told Keith how Tommy
used every chance he could to jack off. He was the horniest of them all.  I
knew why Tommy was masturbating so fervently. He was trying, no doubt
without success, to recreate the manmilk he thought he had produced last
summer. James said if he didn't fuck my face, maybe he should be the
cocksucking bitch boy. Tommy protested.  No way was he going to be
humiliated like me. The four of them all unzipped and started beating
off. Billy of course was the first `cause everyone knew he couldn't hold it
for long. I sucked him a few strokes and he was ready. He pulled out and
covered my left eye and cheek in cum. Then James stuck his cock in my
mouth. He must have had a bunch of blowjobs that year, `cause his technique
was much improved. When he finally gave me a facial, the other guys oohed
in awe. Of course Keith knew he'd be able to produce more cum than all
three of them together and he was right. When he finished my face looked
like I'd been pushed into a bowl of yogurt. Meanwhile, poor Tommy was
beating his meat for all its worth. He was almost in tears. He knew that
soon everyone would know he was no prodigy, that he couldn't make even a
drop of manmilk. Billy told him to think about Charlotte. When we were a
lot younger, Tommy had had a crush on Charlotte, despite the big age
difference. For years after, we kept teasing him about it. "Tommy and
Charlotte sitting in a tree . . ." Of course I wasn't permitted to tease
him any longer. Now he was Mr.  Macho, and I was only bitch. But my guess
is that Tommy never got over that crush, that maybe he was still secretly
carrying a torch for her. Because when Billy planted the thought of her in
Tommy's head, his whole demeanor changed. He closed his eyes and put his
little dick in my mouth again. I think he was picturing me as the girl
whose bathing suit I wore last year. Suddenly his eyes grew large. He was
feeling something in his loins he'd never felt before. He pulled out and
sure enough there were drops of watery juice on his dick. He held his
breath and ejaculated on my nose. Not a whole lot, but enough to prove
himself again.