Date: Fri, 2 Oct 2015 20:36:58 +0000
From: white collar <white_collar@hotmail.com>
Subject: 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.

Note that this story includes sex between an adult and a young adult (19
years old).  If you're one of my regular readers, you'll know that this is
not my usual.  But I had a young man contact me saying how much he was
enjoying this story, so I asked him if he'd like to be included as a
character?  He said he would, so Eric is based on him.  Enjoy, Eric!

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


Chapter 37

Eric:

"Get cups on his tits," Master ordered Aiden.  "We might as well get him
started early.  Oh, and in case you were wondering, boy, all this is being
recorded, so we can produce pictures to send to your friends on-campus or
your family back home, so don't even think about getting out of this.  We
have it all, right from the time you came into my office without permission
and started face-fucking the fag under the desk."

I saw Master help the guy who I'd found under the desk get back under.  I
figured he'd probably gotten himself in this position by mistake, just like
me.  How fast things can change.  This morning, even an hour ago, I was a
young college student on my way to a life of my own; now, here I was,
naked, on my back, being quickly taken over by this man I didn't even know.

Master unzipped his fly, pulled his big cock out, sat down and slid his
chair under the desk.  Then I saw him reach under and pull up.  I guessed
he was pulling the guy up onto his cock.  What a cock!  I'd never seen one
that big.  My mouth started to water.  I looked up at him and saw him
staring at me.  Then there was this smile that grew wider on his lips.

"Yes, I'm thinking this could be a lot of fun.  I've never had a fag as
young as you boy.  This'll be nice; I can train you up right.  I'm still
expecting you to go to school and work around here.  If you decide you want
to leave after you've finished the year, that's fine; I'll let you go.  But
seeing how you respond to all this, I'm thinking you're going to be
completely hooked on being a faggot and won't want to leave?"

He looked at me expectantly.  I wasn't sure whether or not that was a
question and I had learned quickly not to speak unless I was spoken to.  I
guess my question showed on my face.  Master nodded to me.

"Yes, you can answer boy."

"I-I don't know sir.  I just don't know."

"That's fine.  You'll figure it out soon enough."

At this point, Aiden rubbed some sort of lotion into my tits and that made
my cock get hard.  This was new for me.  When I'd jacked off with Kenny,
we'd only jacked off.  Then he'd grabbed hold of my nipples and started
talking about making me suck his cock the next time.  Owww!  I squirmed
around and squealed, but he put his hand over my mouth to keep me quiet.
Weird thing was, my cock got harder the harder he squeezed.  That's when I
learned that I get excited from my tits.  So anyway, Aiden rubs this lotion
into my nips and then pulls hard on 'em, stretching 'em toward the ceiling.
He held them there for several seconds and my back is arching, trying to
relieve the pull.  Then he let go and took a couple of these cups and put
'em on my tits.  I could see my tits being sucked into the cups.

"You'll wear these most of the time from now on," Master says.  "Over a few
weeks, they'll make your tits bigger.  Then we'll gradually move you up to
larger and larger sizes, so that, in about 6 months, you'll have nice big
titties for me to grab hold of.  You'll like that, won't you boy?"

"Yes sir," I answered, looking up at him.  He was gently squeezing my
expanding nipples.

He smiled at me.

"Yes, I'm going to enjoy this.  Never thought I'd have a chance like this.
OK Aiden, cage him.  Use one of the stainless numbers with the urethral
insert."

I didn't have a clue what he was talking about.  What's a urethral insert?
Aiden brought over this metal thing, like I'd never seen before.  Then I
realized it sort of looked like the thing the guy under the desk had on his
dick.  It had a ring with a thing attached made of graduated rings with a
lock on it.  Aiden took the thing apart and put the big ring around my
crotch behind my dick and balls.  Then he slid the graduated rings over my
dick.  It took a bit of pushing for him to get it all the way on and it
hurt some, but I bit my lip and lay still.  Then he hooked it over the ring
around my dick and put a padlock on it.  Now I understood: my dick was now
in a cage and I couldn't touch it.  Next, he took a bottle of lubricant and
put some through the cage onto my piss slit.  That made my cock want to
jump, but it was encased in this cage, so it wasn't going anywhere.  Aiden
grabbed a metal tube with a ball on the end of it and began to work it into
my piss slit.  Believe me, I've never had anything up there!  I cried out
and tried to sit up, but Master pushed me back down on the desk.

"OK, I was hoping we wouldn't have to restrain him, but he's obviously a
virgin on this, so let's cuff him."

They put handcuffs on my wrists and pulled my hands over my head.  Master
took a rope and tied the chain connecting the cuffs to hook on the side of
his desk.  Now I was stuck and wasn't going any place soon.  Then Aiden
started again with the tube, sliding it into my dick.  It actually didn't
hurt as much as you might think it would.  But it was so humiliating!
Finally, they untied me and took the cuffs off and let me sit up.  I looked
down and saw my dick was completely inside this cage, so there was no way I
could touch it.

"Sir?" I ventured.

"Yes boy, what is it?"

"Sir, how am I going to go to the bathroom?  When can I take this thing
off?"

"Oh, we'll see," Master said, smiling.  "Maybe someday.  In the meantime,
you're just going to have to sit down like a faggot when you need to pee.
Now, get up here on the desk on your hands and knees."

I did as I was told; I knew this wasn't the time to put up a fight.  And my
now caged cock was telling me not to.  So I climbed up on the desk.

"Head down.  Get your ass up in the air boy."

Soon, I felt something cool being rubbed on my hole.  What the hell?  Was
he going to rape me now?  What the hell was he going to do?

Then I felt a pressure against my pucker.

"Bear down boy.  Make like you're taking a shit."

Yes sir.  I bore down and felt something spread my hole.  It hurt like
hell!  I started panting and moaning.  It was like fire in my ass.  The
muscles stretched and I felt whatever it was sliding in, wider and wider.
It felt like a traffic cone going up my ass.  I cried, it hurt so bad.
Then it hit home and the fire burned hot.  My sphincter closed around
something that was about as big around as my finger and I could feel the
base of the thing against my pucker.  I was crying and breathing hard.  But
in a minute, the pain eased.  Soon, I could only feel the fullness in my
rectum.

"Butt plug," Master said, spanking my butt.  "You'll learn to love having
your hole filled; every faggot does, they just have to be taught that's
what they love.  I may have you to my apartment one of these days and dress
you up like a puppy, complete with a tail.  Yah, that'd be fun.  OK boy,
stand up, and let's see you."

I climbed off the desk and onto the floor.

"Take the proper pose.  When you're standing or kneeling in front of a man,
you should start by putting your hands behind your head, have your head
bowed and your feet spread.  Never try to cover yourself.  Your body's no
longer yours; now it's mine, or any man's I may choose to give you to.  But
I'll probably keep you to myself, at least until I have you trained better.
You're young and I don't want another man ruining my handiwork."

I took the position he'd described.  I felt so naked, so vulnerable.  But
for some reason, I also felt free.  All that stuff, that up-tight crap I'd
been raised with had been stripped away in less than an hour.  I was free
now to be who I was, what I was.  I was learning from Master that what I
was was a faggot.  In Kansas, that was a dirty word; the worst thing you
could call someone.  But here, with Master, it was different.  Faggots are
just a kind of servant.  We're here to please men.  We don't need to do
anything else; just please men.

"Get down on your knees boy," Master ordered.

I did.

Master stood in front of me, his big cock swinging in front of my face.

"Kiss it boy."

I did, licking the glistening drop coming out of his piss-slit.

"Now, stick out our tongue."

He placed his big mushroom on my tongue.

"No, don't suck it; just hold it on your tongue.  Now look at me."

I raised my eyes, trying to stay still enough so that his cock didn't roll
off my wet, rough, hungry flesh.

"Do you want this boy?  I told you I was going to train you, but you are
young, so I'm asking you if this is what you want.  My other fags (fags?
There are more than the one under the desk?) got no choice, but somehow, I
need to be sure you want this."

I looked into his eyes and knew what I wanted.  This was so different from
anything I'd ever imagined growing up in that god-forsaken state where you
see "God Hates Fags" bumper stickers every now and then.  I'd always felt a
pang in my gut when I saw those signs, but here was a man who made the term
honorable.  Yes, I wanted this.  I was a fag!

"Yes sir, I want this," I said, wishing to say as little as possible
because I could taste his pre-cum leaking onto my tongue.

"Good boy," he said, taking my face in his hands.  "Good fag."

And he pushed his cock into my hungry mouth.

To be continued.