Date: Tue, 23 Dec 2014 21:13:05 +0000
From: white collar <white_collar@hotmail.com>
Subject: Converted to cock-sucker 11

Converted to cock-sucker (Oral, anal, forced, humiliation)

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I need to say this: Note that this is fantasy, not real life.  If you are a
sub, you still have dignity and you should have a voice.  If you are
involved in a BDSM scene, the sub has the right to set limits and to have a
safe-word to immediately put a stop to the proceedings if it turns out to
be too much.  If the dom/sado won't recognize your rights as a sub, my
suggestion is to say "thanks for your time sir," and walk away.  This is
sexual role-play and is supposed to be consensual.  Non-consensual is
assault and is a criminal act.

Any comments will be gladly received at white_collar@hotmail.com

Chapter 20

Paul:

I stood there, my head bowed, feeling overwhelmed with shame: shame at
being discovered to be turned on by humiliation, shame at being forced to
remove my own clothes to please these men, shame at being ashamed, shame
that my cock was hard and leaking because of my own humiliation.  I heard
Wayne being led across the floor by Aiden and felt him being positioned
beside me.  I didn't dare look up, but I could see his bare feet and legs
as Aiden ordered him to stand beside me.  I saw there were leather shackles
circling his ankles and heard the clinking of the clips on the shackles on
his wrists.  Somehow, having a companion made it a little easier.  And
somehow, it made it a little easier to submit, knowing that I wasn't alone
in this; I had a compatriot.

Greg rose and paced back and forth in front of us like a drill sergeant.

"You two faggots do understand that we will be filming everything you do,
so you will have no recourse but to cooperate.  I do, of course, realize
that both of you have demonstrated that you really are cock-sucking faggots
who enjoy being humiliated and degraded in this way, so I know that the
filming is simply another layer of the humiliation you're learning to
enjoy.  So let's get started with fag #2's conversion."

Greg went and leaned back against his desk.

"Crawl over here Paul."

I crawled across the floor on my hands and knees and stopped in front of
him, my head hanging.

"Now faggot, get over here and put your nose in this fag's ass."

I heard Wayne crawling across the floor and soon felt his nose between my
ass cheeks.

"OK, fag 2, take my shoes off.  And be neat about it.  Put them on the
floor beside my feet."

I did as I was told.  What choice did I have?  I needed this job.  God,
what a man will do to earn a living!  I untied his laces and slipped his
shoes off.  Then I carefully pulled his socks down, folded them and placed
them inside his shoes.

"Good faggot.  Now lick my feet."

I began licking the tops of Greg's feet.

"Between the toes too!"

"Yes sir!"  I licked between his toes.  He picked one foot up and stuck his
big toe in my mouth and I sucked on it.  The taste was slightly sour and
bitter, but not horrible.

"Now fag 1, lick fag 2's ass hole.  Get your tongue in there!"

I felt Wayne's tongue stroking my pucker and then inserting itself inside
me.  I'd never experienced anything like this and the sensations of a man's
toe in my mouth and another man's tongue in my ass made the pre-cum flow
increase.  I could feel it flowing onto the carpet and I knew I'd be
cleaning that up before the day was over, but I didn't care.  I just sucked
and licked Greg's toes as eagerly as I could.  With one foot, he pushed my
head to the floor and turned it so that my ear was pressing into the
carpet.  While he held my head down, his wet toes invading my ears and
smearing my own spit over my cheeks and through my hair, he held his other
foot up and put the sole against my mouth.  I extended my tongue and licked
the sole of his foot, knowing I was making a spectacle of myself.  I saw
light flashes going off rapidly and knew that Aiden was taking photographs.
Then Greg pushed his toes into my mouth, stretching my jaws wide and making
me choke and splutter as he gagged me with his foot.  Finally, he released
me and pulled his foot from my mouth.  But, strange as it is to say, I felt
empty.

"Thank you sir," I gasped, trying to catch my breath.

"Believe me faggot, the pleasure was mine.  Kneel up now.  Hands on top of
your head.  You too fag 1; kneel beside your fellow fag."

Wayne moved beside me, his knee touching my knee, his elbow touching my
elbow.

"Look at me.  You liked that, didn't you faggots?"

More photo flashes.

"Yes sir," we both answered in unison.

Greg paused, assessing us with his eyes.

"This is working out better than I'd hoped.  I really have found a pair of
born faggots, haven't I Aiden."

Aiden, who had been rather quiet, answered immediately.  "Yes sir.  A pair
of real faggot cocksuckers."

I could see his pants tenting and couldn't help but wonder if it was our
humiliation that excited him or the idea of him being in our position.

"Tell me you're faggots."

"Yes sir, we're faggots sir," we answered

"Again."

"Yes sir, we're faggots sir."

"Again."

"Yes sir, we're faggots sir."

Greg paused, scrutinizing us.

"Good," he said.  "C'mon Aiden; let's get fag 2 prepped and then we'll
begin the brainwashing."

I gulped; I didn't like the sound of that.  But what could I do?  I'd
already been photographed naked, kneeling with an erection and I was sure
Greg was true to his word and everything I'd said and done was captured on
video.  Just like me; captured on video.  I was fucked; Wayne was fucked
and we both knew it.

"Come this way faggots.  Stay on hands and knees.  Fag 2, follow fag 1.
Noes in his ass."

Wayne turned around on his hands and knees, as did I and I planted my nose
in his crack, pushing in as far as I could.  When he began to crawl, I had
to hurry to keep up with him.  I felt Aiden's belt on my ass."

"Hurry up faggot.  Keep up!"

The obscene caravan crawled across the floor into the bathroom, where we
stopped, but not until I smashed my face into Wayne's butt crack.

"OK fag 1; stand up and back up against the door." Greg ordered.

Wayne backed against the door and Greg and Aiden hooked his shackles to the
eye bolts screwed into the back of the door.

"Now, fag 2; we'll begin your conversion," Greg said.

"C-conversion?  To wh-what?", I stammered, although I was pretty sure I
already knew the answer.  But was this really happening to me?

Almost before I'd finished speaking, I heard and then felt the sweep of
Greg's hand rushing through the air and colliding with my cheek.  I cried
out at the pain and felt the heat of the imprint of his hand on my face.

"Shut up fag," he yelled.  "You don't ask questions.  You don't say
anything unless your ordered to do so.  Is that clear faggot?"

I was stunned and stood there staring at him, my hand against my burning
cheek.

"Is that clear?" he shouted.  "Answer me faggot."

"Y-yes sir," I whispered.

"Louder faggot.  I want to hear you."

"Yes sir," I snapped out, knowing that, for now, my sole purpose had become
to please this man.

"Good.  What am I to you faggot?"

I wasn't quite sure what the answer to this question was supposed to be,
but I knew he was expecting an answer.  I hesitated.  My brain quicly
calculated that a question on my part wasn't a good idea, so best be
truthful.

"I-I-I don't know sir," I answered slowly.  "Please teach me sir."

Greg folded his arms across his chest and smiled.

"Good faggot.  You're learning.  And I'm going to teach you and train you
to be one of the best faggots in town.  Of course, you have some catching
up to do with fag 1 here, but in time, the couple of weeks lead he has on
you will seem like nothing.  So here's the proper answer to my question: I
am your Master.  Do you understand faggot?"

"Yes sir, you're my Master sir."

"And???"

"Umm."  My mind was racing.  "Thank you sir."

"Good faggot.  Very good.  I'm pleased."

I breathed a sigh of relief.  That momentary crisis had passed.

"Now faggot, step into the shower stall, facing in.  Put your hands behind
your head."

I did as instructed.  I was learning that resistance was futile.

A leather collar passed over my head and was wrapped around my neck before
being buckled in place.  Leather shackles were buckled onto my wrists and
then clipped to rings on the side of the collar.  My hands were now
useless.

"Turn around faggot," Master ordered.

I turned to face him.

"Eyes to the floor faggot!  Never look a man in the eyes unless ordered to
do so.  You are a faggot; not a man.  You do not meet men's eyes.  Clear
faggot?"

"Yes sir," I rapped out, casting my eyes to the floor.  In my field of
vision was my hairy chest and the trail leading from my pecs to my bush.
My bush was thick and dark and my 7 inch cock stood up, jutting straight
out from my pubes.

"Now, let's get started.  Aiden, use the clippers to remove the excess."

"Yes boss," Aiden said.

I had the sense that he was hesitating to call Master "sir", so as not to
appear too subservient.

Aiden plugged the clippers in and began to move toward my chest.  I
couldn't help myself; I pulled away, feeling the cold of the tiles against
my naked butt, bending over to try to evade the shears.  Master's fist
swung up, smashing into my balls.  This time I bent double in pain.

"Stand still faggot.  If you resist again, I'll give you a working over
you'll never forget!"

Gasping for breath, my body and mind reeling from the pain, which was
subsiding to a painful ache in my testicles, I strove to straighten myself.

"Y-y-yes sir," I gasped.  "I'm sorry sir."

"You'll be even more sorry if you do something like that again faggot.  Do
as you're told!"

"Yes sir," I breathed, struggling to deal with the pain.

"Move forward boi," Master ordered.  "Good, that's it," he said as I
positioned myself about a foot from the sill of the stall.

Aiden began with my chest, running the clippers through the hair.  As I
stood there, my face down, I saw the fur that had coated my body and made
me feel proud in my manhood raining onto the floor of the stall.  My tears
accompanied my fur.  When Aiden had trimmed the thickest part of my chest
fur, leaving only stubble, he moved to my pits and repeated the process
there.  You must realize that even men with smooth chests hold pride for
the hair in their pits; that hair is some of the first that a pubescent boy
begins to sprout, showing that he's becoming a man.  Now, in a small period
of time, the process was being reversed for me.  My cheeks were wet with my
tears and my body was flushed with shame and humiliation.  I guess I'd
known this would be coming; I'd seen that Wayne had been stripped of his
body hair and, while it didn't really sink in, I knew this would be a major
part of the "conversion".

When he'd finished with my pits, Aiden took my treasure-trail on the way to
my pubes.  He ran the clippers through my pubic hair, stripping away the
last vestiges of my manhood.  I was being unmanned and there was nothing I
could do or say about it.  By now, my tears had stopped because I was so
utterly humiliated.

"Turn around," Aiden said, smacking my ass.  "Bend over."

I did as I was told and felt the clippers running up my perineum.  Aiden
pried my butt cheeks open and removed the hair from my ass.

"Stay there," he ordered.

I heard the sound of shaving foam being squirted from a can and quickly
felt the menthol on my asshole and crack.  Aiden shaved between my cheecks,
taking special care when shaving my pucker.  Then he shaved my perineum.

"Turn around," he orderd.

The coldness of the orders chilled me as much as the menthol.  He was so
clinical.  It reminded me of the corporal that processed me when I joined
the Army.  I was just another piece of meat to him.  Was Aiden, perhaps,
trying to distance himself, remove himself from what Master was telling him
to do?  When I'd faced front again and stood upright, Aiden covered my
front and pits with shaving foam and commenced the laborious process of
shaving all the stubble.

When he'd finished, Aiden stepped back, gesturing toward me and looking at
Master.

"Good job Aiden, my boy," Master said.  I saw Aiden wince slightly at the
"my boy," and I knew what he was afraid of.  But he'd clearly come too far
now to turn back, however this ended; whatever Master had in mind for him.

Aiden wiped off the excess shaving foam with a damp towel.  I caught a
glimpse of denuded body in the mirror on the opposite wal and caught my
breath; my once hairy, manly body was now as smooth as a boy's.  I looked
like a boy!  Except for the 7 inches that protruded from my now-smooth
crotch and the large balls that swung below it.

"Here, wipe this on both of the faggots; neck to knees.  Then we'll talk a
bit."

Master handed Aiden a bottle with a lable that read "Removes hair
permanently".  Aiden squirted some into his hand and began to rub it over
my body.  I could feel a slight burning where the lotion was sitting.
Aiden then repeated the process with Wayne.

"Put fag 1 in the shower with fag 2; put them face-to-face and cuff fag 1's
hands behind fag 2's back and vice versa.  Then let's go sit down and have
a drink," Master said.

To us, he added: "This will take several applications, but over the matter
of a few weeks, it will kill off your hair follicles to the point where
hair will never grow back.  Then I have more plans for you faggots."

When Wayne had been cuffed to me and I felt the warmth of his body, I
pulled him closer.  He was now, for all intents, all I had in the world.  I
knew that the life I'd had until today was over.  Somehow, my marriage was
over, perhaps most of all because I now realized I'd been fooling myself
and my wife for all these years and what I really wanted was a man.  And it
had taken this degradation to convince me of that.  But my cock didn't lie,
as it rubbed against Wayne's belly and the cage enclosing his.  I realized
that I would soon be sporting a similar cage, but the thought only made me
harder.  I squeezed Wayne and felt him squeezing me in return.  Then we
leaned back from one another, looked into each other's eyes, and before
either us could think about it, our lips crushed together and our hot tears
bathed our faces.  One cocksucking faggot to another.


To be continued