Date: Sat, 26 Sep 2015 19:47:45 +0000
From: white collar <white_collar@hotmail.com>
Subject: Converted to cocksucker - Part 20

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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 35

Fag #1

Master ordered fag 2 and me to the closet, which, by now, we were quite
accustomed to.  But this time, it was different.

"Aiden, you'll see hooks inside the doors; have the fags kneel and then use
the ropes you'll find inside to tie their arms to the hooks.  Then put the
dental mouth gags in.  You'll see holes in each door with hooks on either
side.  Use the leather straps to bind their faces to the doors so that
their mouths are over the holes."

"Yes sir," Aiden answered.

He led us across the room and opened the doors.  Inside the closet was all
the equipment Master had specified.  Aiden put leather restraints on our
wrists.

"Open, fag," he ordered.

I obeyed without question.  Aiden inserted a heavy wire dental gag and
screwed it open, spreading my jaws uncomfortably.  I moaned as my jaws
stretched wider than they had ever been open.  Aiden mercifully backed the
gag off a couple of turns of the screw, giving me some relief, though it
was still uncomfortable.  I looked at fag 2 whose eyes opened wide as he
watched what was being done to me.  Then, naturally, the procedure was
repeated on him.  It's interesting how vulnerable and humiliated I felt
with my mouth wide open.  I mean, my mouth and throat are no longer mine to
control anyway, but this reinforces what I've been turned into.  In the
meantime, Master was cuffing fag 3's hands behind his back and inserting a
spreader into his jaws.

Aiden pushed us toward the closet and forced us to kneel.  He roped our
cuffs to the hooks fixed in the doors, stretching our arms high.  Then he
used the leather straps, as Master had instructed, to pin our faces and
mouths to the doors.  Just before I lost all sight but the door immediately
in front of my face, I saw Master push fag 3 under his desk.  It was a
large, executive-style desk with panels that went all the way to the floor,
so no one entering Master's office would ever know there was a fag kneeling
under there and, I'm sure, servicing Master whenever he desired.

Master came over to inspect

"Good, looks fine.  Now close the doors.  You fags need to just shuffle
backward on your knees as the doors close."

Master and Aiden each took a door and began to close them.  Fag 2 and I
dutifully crawled backward, which, believe me, was quite a challenge, since
we didn't have the use of our hands and our faces were pinned to the doors.
Finally, the doors closed and latched.  From outside, we could hear Master
speaking.

"Now see what I've got here!"  I could feel air against my open jaws and
saw a tiny sliver of light.

"I've installed hidden doors on these panels so that everything looks
normal when the doors are closed.  But swing the hidden doors open, and you
have a set of glory holes with fags on the other side to service men.  Give
it a try," Master said.

I felt warmth entering my extended jaws and felt Aiden's Cock against my
tongue.  Being the cock sucker I'd been converted into, I caressed the Cock
with my warm, wet, rough flesh and pressed it against the roof of my mouth.
I heard Aiden moan and soon felt him thrusting into my throat and I
squeezed the head of his Cock with my muscles.

"Oh God," Aiden gasped.  "That's so hot!  And they can't go anywhere."

"Right," said Master, and I could tell from the sounds coming from fag 2
that Master was fucking his throat.  "And they've been conditioned to be
perfectly happy serving cock.  Nothing else they want."

Aiden continued for a few minutes and then pulled out.

"Well, I've already come once this morning, so I'll wait till this
afternoon to give them a full try-out."

"Good boy," Master laughed, slapping Aiden on the back.  "I'm going to be
having a team meeting this morning, so I'll be interested to see the
response to my new break-time feature.  Maybe you'd like to be the one to
show the rest of the team my new feature!"


Chapter 36.

Eric Hunter:

This is so cool!  A sophomore in college who transferred to this
prestigious university back East, and I got this great internship.  Who
could believe it!  I'm a good student, so that's not the issue.  But
really!  I'm just this kid from middle America who landed a college in the
big city; something I've always dreamed of.  Start spreadin' the news!
This is so far from home, not only in distance but in the way people live
and think and act.  I can't believe I'm here.  And today's my first day on
my new internship.  My supervisor told me that the CEO wanted to meet me
and get to know me, so here I am.  I know I'm early, but I had a little
time, so I figured I'd show up early and make a good impression.  I mean,
how many interns get to meet the CEO.

Let me tell you about me: People tell me I'm a handsome guy.  I have brown
hair and eyes and when I grin, which I guess I do a lot, people just grin
back at me.  I see their eyes crinkle up and I know they like what they
see.  I mean I'm not stuck on myself or anything; I'm just aware of how
people act when they meet me and that makes me happy.  I like to make
people happy.  I was raised to be polite and make people happy.  I'm trim,
about 5'10" and am pretty smooth, as far as my body's concerned.  I guess
it's partly because I'm young: 19 years old, but my dad's smooth too, so
I'll probably never be a hairy guy.

Anyway, I came into Mr. Stanfield's office after knocking on the door, but
there was nobody here; I guess he was busy with something.  I mean, he's an
important man and it's just up to me to wait for him.  So I looked around
the office.  Man, what a place!  A bathroom, a couch, and this huge desk.
I mean, I could play football on it!  So I'm wandering around and I
thought, why not try his desk out?  Maybe someday, I'd be a big, powerful
executive and have a desk like this.  Why not?  It could happen.  So I went
and sat in his chair and spun around in it.  Then I scooched under his desk
and felt something warm, like a body!  Man, I pushed back so fast and oh my
God, when I looked under there, I couldn't believe what I was seeing; I
mean my eyes must've bugged out.  There's the naked guy under there.  His
hands were behind his back and he had this thing in his mouth holding it
open, and he's looking at me with the saddest eyes.  What the hell?  Oop,
sorry, I usually don't use language like that, but I couldn't believe what
I was seeing.

So I'm staring at this guy and he's staring right back at me and all of a
sudden, my cock starts to get hard.  I guess I hadn't mentioned that one of
the reasons I wanted to get out of Kansas and come to the big city was
because I'm gay, and gay and Kansas don't mix; I just needed to get away
from all that and be someplace where I could be free.  And now here's this
guy under Mr. Stanfield's desk with his mouth propped open.  And my dick's
thinking for me.  Why not?  He's here.  Obviously, that's what he's here
for.

So I unfasten my belt and let my pants down and scooch back under the desk,
holding my dick out for him.  I feel his hot, wet mouth on my cock and I
can't believe it!  I mean, the most I'd done was JO sessions with Kenny,
who lives 3 blocks over.  We'd go in his room and bring up porn on his iPad
and jack off together.  Once, I even licked up his cum when he told me to.
I didn't much like it, but it felt good to do what he told me to do.  Last
time I saw him, he told me that the next time we got together, when we came
home for Thanksgiving break, he was going to give me something that would
really make me thankful; he'd let me suck his cock.  That made me hard!

So anyway, here I am with this guy's mouth on my cock and I'm in heaven.  I
grabbed his ears and leaned back in the chair and closed my eyes.  Who knew
there was anything like this?  Not me, that's for sure.  So he's sucking
away and making these slurping noises and I'm shoving my little guy into
his face and I know I'm getting close.  It doesn't take me long; I mean, I
jacked off this morning before I left my dorm room, but I'm 19, so I'm
always horny.  So I'm thrusting and moaning and getting ready to come when
all of a sudden, I feel like somebody's watching me.  I open my eyes and
there are two men standing there staring at me!

I bolt out of the chair and the guy falls face first on the floor.  My
pants fall down around my feet and I'm trying to back up and down I go,
knocking the chair backwards as I fall.  When I look up, the two men are
laughing.

"Well, well, well.  What have we here?" the one man says.  "Looks like a
little fag is in our midst!"

"N-n-no s-s-sir.  Please sir, it was a mistake.  I mean, I didn't, I mean,
I-I-I was just c-c-coming to meet you sir.  Please sir, please!"  I was
almost in tears.

This could be the end of everything, my big chance to get away from Kansas.
My internship was over before it started, my college would throw me out,
I'd have to go back home with my tail between my legs and would I ever be
able to explain it to my family and friends?  They'd find out I was gay and
I'd be thrown out forever.

"Please sir," I whispered.  "I'll do anything?"

He spread his legs and crossed his arms over his chest.

"So you'll do anything huh?"

"Yes sir," I whispered, hanging my head.

"Alright then.  Get on your knees.  Aiden, lock the door.  And get that fag
up."

I saw that the guy who'd been under the desk and was now lying on his side
was completely helpless because his hands were cuffed behind his back.
What the hell?  What the? fuck?  I got on my knees, not sure whether to
look at the man or hang my head, so I kept alternating between looking and
hanging.  Then I realized my pants were still down around my ankles and I
sort of tried to get up to pull them up.

"Stay there boy!  Leave your pants where they are.  If I want you to move,
I'll say so.  In the meantime, just do what you're told."

I shivered and kept my head down now.  I knew that looking at him was the
wrong thing to do.  The other guy the man had called "Aiden" had crossed
the room and locked the door.  That sound sent a shiver down my spine.
There's something ominous about the sound of a door being locked, like
something is being cut off forever.  Then Aiden came back to where the guy
was lying and helped him get up into a kneeling position.

"So tell me your name son," the man demanded.

"I-I-I'm Eric, sir.  Eric Hunter.  I'm the new intern here.  Mr. Avery sent
me up to meet you, sir.  I'm really sorry, sir.  I was early and I was just
looking at your office and imagining myself sitting behind a big desk like
this when I get older.  I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean anything by it.  And
then I saw this guy and I guess I just spaced out."  I was talking really
fast because I was so nervous.

"Be quiet boy!  I'm Mr. Stanfield."

Even though I'd guessed that, hearing him say it sent a shudder down my
spine.  And for some reason, my dick, which had shrunk to its usually small
size when all this broke loose, was beginning to get stiff.  Mr. Stanfied
circled me and finally stopped in front of me.  He reached down and ruffled
my short hair.

"Well, this is certainly an unforeseen asset we have here.  I wasn't
thinking about this possibility at all, but it just seems to have waltzed
into my office.  I guess I'll have to take some action on this; we can't
have this boy running around spreading stories about what he's seen here
today, can we?"

"No sir," Aiden and I both said.  I didn't realize he hadn't really been
speaking to me.

"Be quiet boy!" Mr. Stanfield snapped.  "You only speak when spoken to,
understand?"

"Yes sir, I'm sorry, sir," I answered.

"Where are you from boy?"

"I'm going to Columbia, sir."

"No, I mean where did you grow up?"

"Sorry sir.  I grew up in Kansas, sir."

"And you were raised to be polite and respectful of your elders, right
boy?"

"Yes sir.  My parents always taught me to?"

"Be quiet!  When are you going to learn?  When you're asked a question,
answer the question with as few words as possible!  I don't want a
dissertation, understand?"

"Yes sir."

"Good.  If I have to tell you again, you're going to be punished.  Get it?"

"Yes sir."

"I'll have to make sure the punishments don't leave any traces.  We don't
want the RAs at Columbia calling the cops on us, now do we boy?"

"No sir," I answered.

"Hands over your head."

I raised my arms and my eyes and saw Mr. Stanfield looking sternly at me
and quickly dropped the line of my sight to the floor.  Apparently Aiden
had moved behind me because my shirt and t-shirt were suddenly pulled off
over my head.

"Hands behind your back."

I did as I was told and, for the first time, felt handcuffs ratcheting
around my wrists.  Then Mr. Stanfield moved to me and he and Aiden grabbed
me under the arms and lifted me to the desk where they laid me on my back
with my legs hanging off.  My arms hurt like anything because I was now
lying on my cuffed hands.  Somewhere during that move, my pants and shoes
were pulled off my legs.  Then Mr. Stanfield stood at my feet and pulled
off my left sock.  He held it to his nose and inhaled deeply.

"Ah, the smell of young feet!  Nothing like it.  I think I'm going to enjoy
bringing this kid into my stable."

What?  Stable?  What was he talking about?  I knew about stables, of
course, growing up in Kansas, but that's where people keep their horses.
Was he going to keep me in a stable with this other guy?  Do they even have
stables in the city?  Mr. Stanfield pulled my other sock off and licked the
soles of my feet and between my toes, making me squirm and get hard at the
same time.

Mr. Stanfield dropped my feet and he and Aiden grabbed me under the arms
again and pulled me up so that I was lying fully across the desk.  He
seemed to be inspecting my body, rubbing my feet, roughly kneading my
calves and thighs, moving up to my belly, but staying away from my cock and
balls which were, by this time, aching for release.  He pressed in on my
belly, which hurt and I started to pant.  Then he slid his hands up my
sides, tickling me some until he got to my nips.  I don't have big nips;
they're dark brown with tips that are pretty flat and the brown skin
surrounding my tips is pretty small across.  Mr. Stanfield stroked them
making me get harder and then pinched the tips, making me groan and squirm,
wanting to get away from him.  But he held on.

"Since you're going to be added to my stable, we're going to start making
some changes boy.  We'll grow your nips to be permanently larger.  In a few
months, we'll tattoo the skin around them so that they look more like
fifty-cent pieces, rather than the little tiny things they are now.  With
your slim build, that'll look really hot and sort of out-of-place, since
they'll be outsized on your chest."

I couldn't help myself: I looked straight at him.  What?  Grow my nips?
Tattoo me?  What the hell?  He saw me looking at him and glared, landing
slaps with both hands on my nips, making me cry out in pain.

"Get a towel Aiden, and the shaving equipment.  We need to start this pup
out right."

No, no, no!  Please don't do that to me!  I struggled to keep quiet, but
finally, I couldn't.

"Please Mr. Stanfield, sir.  Please don't do that!  Don't take my hair.  I
can't go around bald!"

"Bald?  Who said anything about bald?  Now shut up boy and lie there
quietly.  Oh, and by the way, from now on, when you speak to me, you will
either say 'Sir' or 'Master'.  And remember, you only speak when spoken to.
Your little outburst there will earn you a spanking."

I bit my lip while my mind raced.  I didn't need a shave; I'd shaved this
morning before I left the dorm, and I don't even have a heavy beard.  Then
Aiden wheeled over a tray with a bowl on it, a towel, some clippers and a
safety razor.

"Start with his pits," Mr. Stanfied, er, Master ordered.

Master stood on one side of the desk and rolled me toward him.  My nose was
in his crotch and I couldn't stop myself from taking a deep breath; the
smell was amazing and I felt it go straight to my crotch; I nuzzled his
crotch and, for a second, thought about opening my mouth and licking his
pants.  But Aiden spread the towel on the desk and Master let me back down
so that I was lying on the towel.  Aiden took the clippers to my arm pits,
which took some doing, since my hands were cuffed behind me.  But he
managed, pulling my arms into uncomfortable positions and he tried to get
into my pits.  Soon, the little tufts of hair were lying on the towel.
Then he took some shaving foam, applied it to my pits and shaved them clean
with the razor.  It was humiliating.  As I said, I'm pretty smooth anyway
and hadn't really developed body hair until I was about 16, which was kind
of old, compared to my classmates.  And the guys who began to sprout hair
early, like in the 8th grade, loved to harass the guys who developed later,
which included me and including making fun of my little weiner.  So when
the hair began coming to my pits and pubes, I was relieved and happy.  It
was a nice, light brown hair that was soft and straight.

Aiden finished with my pits and then inspected my chest.  Not much hair
there, but there was a little circle of soft fur around each nip.  So, of
course, he shaved that away, not bothering with the clippers.  Then he
spread my legs and shaved my crotch, starting with the line running from my
ass to my balls.  He just used the razor for that too, since that was also
fine, soft hair.  When he was finished, he picked up the clippers again.

"Leave him a slave patch," Master said.  "A little wider than his dick.
But clean up the top so that it's clear that it's been trimmed.  Trim down
the patch so that it's about ? inch long."

Aiden did as he was instructed.  When he'd finished, I looked down and saw
that my body, which had started out smooth, was now even smoother.  The
"slave patch", as Master called it, really stood out.  I wasn't sure it
wouldn't have been better to shave it all off.  Then I could've said that I
was trying out for the swim team and had shaved to try to get better times.
But nobody on the swim team left a patch like this one.  It was like an ad
saying "I'm a fag."

"Now you look like a faggot," Master said, running his hands over my
hairless body and pinching my tits.  "On to the next steps."

What?  This wasn't enough?  What else were they going to do to me?

To be continued.