Date: Sun, 20 Oct 2013 18:25:51 +0000
From: white collar <white_collar@hotmail.com>
Subject: Converted to Cock-sucker - part 7

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Chapter 10

I don't know how long I hung there on the cross in the dark, the slides of
faggots coming one after another, showing me what I had become, was
becoming and was to become.  My tits were suctioned into the cups and began
to itch because the skin was stretching.  Ocasionally, I heard voices in
Master's office, but paid little heed, since I knew they couldn't know I
was there and what was being done to me.  I found myself in a constant
state of arousal and so wished I could have jacked my dick, but knew that
was impossible, not only physically, but psychologically as well.  Master
had impressed on my conscious mind that the dick between my legs was mine
no longer: it was his to do with as he pleased.  The cage encasing it
reinforced that.

Finally, after several hours, the door opened and Master took me down from
the cross.  He removed the dildo from my mouth.  Using his hand, he wiped
the tears and drool off of my slimey face and body.

"Open," he commanded.

I was beginning to think that he would be saying this single word to me
more than any other.  It was so emblematic of what he was doing to me:
opening me to his intrusions; opening me to his perversions and perverting;
opening me to his cock; opening my life up and exposing it to whomever he
chose to permit to view it.  As I opened my mouth, he thrust his wet
fingers in tilting my head back, spreading my jaws and making me gag.  I
was afraid I was going to suffocate and began to panic.

"Settle down faggot.  I'm not going to choke you to death.  Just relax and
swallow like I taught you," he said matter-of-factly.

I did as he told me and found it easier.  I licked his fingers, sure that
he wanted me to clean his hand off: yet another humiliation.

"It's lunch-time," he said.  "Get under my desk."

I started to walk across the room, but he whipped out a metal ruler and
gave a vicious stroke to my ass.

"On the floor!" he barked.  "Faggots crawl when they're in the presence of
their masters.  Don't forget it faggot!"

"N-no sir," I stammered, dropping to my hands and knees and crawling across
the floor, scuttled under his desk.

He sat in his chair and slid in.

"Open my fly and get my cock out," he ordered.

"Yes sir," I answered and began to pull down his fly.

He slapped my hands away.

"Not with your hands, faggot.  Use your teeth."

I struggled to get the tab on his zipper from between the folds of his fly
and finally managed it.  Then, after several aborted attempts, finally
managed to pull his fly down.

"Now you can use your hands to get my cock out of my briefs," he said.

"Thank you sir," I responded and did as he told me.

In the half-light under his desk, I pulled his stiffening cock out of his
shorts and my mouth began to water.  How could this be?  What was happening
to me?  Was I beginning to react like a faggot, craving cock?  The pumping
of my own caged dick affirmed that for me.  I guess we can be taught many
things we'd never have thought we might learn; I was learning to be a
faggot.

"Stick your tongue out and cradle my cock on your tongue, cocksucker," he
ordered.

I was humiliated to be kneeling, naked, under my boss's desk, my tongue
sticking out, cradling his cock.  Was this the rest of my life?  Would I
ever get past the humiliation?  He flicked the suction cups on my tits and
I felt a thrill run down my spine to my groin.  Then he pinched my swollen
nips inside the cups, making me groan with pleasure.  I'd never thought of
my tits as erogenous, but his handling of them was bringing about a change
in my thinking, or, to be more accurate, my feeling.  I pushed my chest
forward, seeking more of what he was doing.  He pinched again, hard this
time, and I gasped.  He thrust his hard cock into my gaping mouth and I
whimpered and moaned at the pleasure/pain shooting through my chest.

"Good faggot," he sighed, releasing my tits and leaning back in his chair.
"That feels so good."

"Thank you sir," I thought, but obviously, all he heard were grunts out of
my stuffed mouth.

As he easily fucked my mouth, he picked up the phone.

"Derrick, could you order me some lunch?  Something from Harry's... That
sounds good.  Thanks.  Bring it in when it arrives.  Good."  He might have
added "boy" as an appendage to his "good", but that was unecessary; his
tone of domination made that superfluous.

My jaws were aching again, but, I realized, not as much as they might have
a few days ago.  Already my body was learning to accomodate to the demands
my boss, my master, was placing on me.  His large cock slide in and out of
my mouth, coated with my saliva.  He wasn't regular about his thrusts; he
just seemed to be pushing in and pulling out as though it were something
that occurred to him now and then while he worked.  After what must've been
about half-an-hour, I heard the door open.

"Here's your lunch, Mr. Stanfield."

"Thanks Derrick.  Just put it on my desk.  And could you bring me an iced
coffee?  Black.  Thanks."

Oh, if Derrick only knew what was going on under his boss's desk!

"By the way Mr. Stanfield; I haven't seen much of Wayne this past week.  Is
he OK?  No one seems to know where he is."

I nearly choked and froze in terror.  Master place a hand on my head and
pulled it deeper onto his cock.  I had to fight the urge to gag, knowing
that if I did, I'd be exposed.

"Oh, he's fine," he chuckled.  "He's on a special assignment for me.  Not
sure how long he'll be at it, but he'll be back before too long."

"OK.  Just wondering.  Anything else Mr. Stanfield?"

"No, that's all Derrick.  Thanks."


Chapter 11

Lunch was over.

"Get out here faggot," Master ordered and I scrambled out from under his
desk.

"I'm going to be generous and give your hole a break," he said.  "After
all, you might just need to take a shit."

He reached in back of me and grasped the base of the plug.

"Push," he ordered.  "Just pretend you're taking a shit."

I did as he ordered and the plug slid out of me, stretching my sphincters
wide, making me groan in pleasure and relief.

"Now, let's see how those titties are doing," he said, pulling the suction
cups off.  He pinched and twisted them, making me gasp and try to double
over, but he held on tight.

"Stand up straight faggot!  Your titties are your new dicks and you should
be happy you have two of them.  Most men only have one dick, but faggots
like you get two.  Of course, I'm going to have to grow `em and train `em
and that takes time, so be grateful for what I'm giving you."

"Yes sir, thank you sir," I whispered, struggling to control myself as he
worked my tits.

Finally, he let go of them and reached into his desk draw.  He pulled out a
pair of larger cups and a jar of hand cream.

"I'm making you a gift of this," he said.  "Every day, before you get
dressed, you'll apply the cups like this..."

He opened the jar and, using his index fingers took small dabs of the cream
and rubbed it into my tits.  My breath caught and I moaned from the
pleasure of his touch.  Then he applied a small amount of the cream to the
flanges of the cups and, squeezing them, applied them to my already swollen
nipples.  My tits quickly expanded, almost filling the cups.

"Wearing these daily, your nipples will permanently grow in time.  When
you've outgrown these, I'll go to the next larger size and work my way up
until you're wearing the largest size.  With those, you'll have titties as
big as the tips of your pinkies.  Won't that be nice, faggot?"

"Y-yes sir," I mumbled, trying to picture myself with nips like that.  As I
pictured it, I realized I'd seen photos of men with tits like that on the
slide-show I'd been forced to view while hanging in the closet.  Seeing
them had given me a feeling of excitement, especially when the photos were
of men with huge tits being worked hard by a top.  It felt so humiliating
and, at the same time, so sexy to think of a man being treated like a sex
object and having his nipples grown to such an extreme size.  I realized my
caged cock was pushing against its enclosure and, much to my embarrassment,
I realize I was leaking pre-cum.

Master just stood there smirking.

"I can see that my little cock-sucking faggot is turned on by the idea of
having huge titties," he said.  "Well don't worry my boy; you'll have big
ones before you know it.  Now get dressed.  I want you to slip out into the
hall and go downstairs to the lobby.  Then come back up in the elevator
like you were coming in from outside.  If anyone asks you where you've been
or what you've been doing, just tell them you're on special assignment and
can't discuss it.  Then I want you back here at 5:15.  I know I'll need
some more relief by then.  Now get going."

I got my clothes from the closet and dressed in front of him, as I knew
he'd want.  I was now fully aware that part of my "accomodation" to avoid
prosecution and jail was a complete lack of privacy whenever I was with
him.  All things considered, it was OK.  After all, if I'd gone to jail, it
would be the same, only even more brutal.  At least this way, I knew who
was using me and I got to go home at night, albeit with my body shaved, my
dick in a cage, my ass and jaws stretched and my tits pumped.  God, I hoped
Elaine hadn't come back home yet.  What was I going to tell her when she
did?

When I buttoned my shirt, the suction cups stuck out over half-an-inch.
Thank god for my suit jacket!  Then I pulled on my pants and had the new
sensation of having my caged dick tucked inside my trousers.  It was a
constant sensory reminder of what I'd been turned into: my dick was no
longer mine.  My Master had locked it away and the feel of it pressing
against my pants reminded me of that fact every second.  I flushed deeply
in humiliation.

After I'd finished dressing, I stood before his desk at parade rest with my
head bowed.  He glanced up at me and swung his head toward the door,
signalling that I was excused.  I slipped into the nearby stairwell and
descended to the lobby.  Cracking the door open, I peered out to ensure
that none of my co-workers was in the lobby.  Seeing my way was clear, I
slipped out of the stairwell and went to the elevators for the ride up to
my floor.

As I walked down the hall and then through the room of trading desks toward
my office, I felt all eyes on me.  When I dared to raise my eyes, I saw
heads turning away.  I knew they'd been watching me with curiosity and I
was sure they could see my expanded nipples and the obscenely humiliating
bulge of my crotch.  Again, I flushed with humiliation.  I went into my
office and closed the door, slumping against it, feeling the relief of
having a slight amout of privacy for the first time that day.  Tears
streamed down my face.

"Cock-sucker," I whispered.  "Goddam faggot cock-sucker!"


Chapter 12

"Oh my god!" I said loudly, looking up at the clock.  It was 5:16; I was
late.  Master would be pissed.

I speed-walked out of my office and across the floor, knowing that, once
again, all eyes were on me and wishing I were invisible, but much more
concerned with what Master would do to me.  When I reached his office, I
knocked twice, entered and closed the door behind me.  Then I saw that he
wasn't behind his desk and breathed a sigh of relief.  He wouldn't know I'd
been late.  Quickly, I went to the closet, stripped off my clothes and
knelt kn front of his desk in parade rest position.  Then I had a moment's
panic, realizing that anyone might enter his office and see me there, so,
on my knees, I moved behind his desk.  I slid his chair back so that I
could make a dive for the knee-hole should anyone but him come in.  Then I
waited.

Ten minutes later, Master came in, fortunately alone.

"Good, you're learning to do as your told.  I had a tough afternoon and
need some relief.  Get under my desk."

When I'd positioned myself, he unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock and
slid his chair in, bringing his cock into range.  He slapped my face with
his heavy meat, splattering pre-cum on my cheeks.

"Open."

I obeyed and he slid in.  He pinched my nipples and then removed the cups.

"These are responding well cock-sucker.  We'll have dicks on your chest
before you know it."

Then he pulled on them, stretching them away from my chest, forcing me to
swallow his cock.  I fought to keep from gagging.

"You were late faggot!  Did you think I wouldn't know?  Well think again!
I see everything.  If you're ever late again, you'll pay even more dearly."

He let go of my tits and pushed me off his cock.

"Get out of there and lay across my desk.  Now!"

Shaking, I did as he ordered.  Fearing what was coming, I lay across his
desk and gripped the other side.  Master opened a drawer and I heard the
sound of metal clattering against miscellaneous objects.  He was pulling
out that ruler.

"Get ready faggot."

I drew my breath and held it.  I heard the swish and then the smack of
metal against skin.  I heard it before I felt it, but the feeling followed
only a nano-second later and I screamed.

"No, no, no.  We can't have that.  Open."

The penis gag went in.  Then I felt cool wetness on my hole and in what was
becoming an almost instinctive response, I bore down, opening my sphincter
to what I knew was coming.  Master held the chrome, bullet-shaped plug
where I could see it before inserting it.  In a moment, I felt it pushing
against my hole and I groaned as it moved through my sphincter.

"Take it faggot, take it."

In a few moments, I felt the plug pulling in and the base dangled from the
rubber tube connecting it to the plug.

"Suck in it faggot.  Clench your ass."

I clenched and felt the base pull up to my pucker.  The only problem was
that while I'd been taking the plug, I'd forgotten where this started.
With both holes plugged, I heard again the whoosh of the metal ruler and
felt its impact with my ass.  I squealed behind the plug in my mouth and my
ass clenched around the plug filling my gut.  As Master delivered stroke
after stroke, tears streamed down my face.  Some strokes struck the base of
the plug making a clank rather than the smack it made when it hit my ass
cheeks.  It felt like hell-fire!  The pain seemed endless and, after a time
of this beating, I was completely enveloped in pain.  Then it stopped.
Master laid down the ruler and stroked my burning ass.

"I hope you don't make me do that again faggot.  I don't like having to
punish you, so I trust that this will serve as sufficient reinforcement to
be obedient."

"Yes sir, I'm sorry sir," I meant to say, but, obviously, only grunts came
out.

"Now I need my relief," Master said and pulled on the butt plug.  "Shit it
out.  Push!"

I pushed the plug out and Master laid it on a piece of paper on his desk.
Then I felt his hands on my fiery ass cheeks.  Fortunately, I was already
lubed and wide open from the plug.  I felt his hard-on pressing against my
hole and he quickly slid in.  He was bigger than the plug, but, as I said,
at least I was ready.  He stretched me, but it wasn't agonizing.

"Nothing better than fucking a hot ass faggot.  I love the way your butt is
hot and red!"

He fucked with abandon and soon I felt his cock surging inside me and he
stifled a cry as he came inside me.  Several more grunts and spastic
thrusts and he was finished.  He pulled out of me and slapped his cock
against my ass crack.

"Much better," he said.  "Now I'm ready to go home."

I hear him zip up, but still gripped the side of his desk.  I didn't want
to move until he gave me permission to do so.  I heard him sit down and
then felt him moving against my hole.

"I've always enjoyed felching," he said and I felt his mouth against my
hole, sucking his cum out.

"Mmmm-mmm," he murmured.  "So good.  Freshly planted seed."

I leaned against his desk, feeling my ass, which had just been used by his
cock, now being possessed by his mouth.  I was his bitch and we both knew
it.

"Stay right there faggot."

I felt the cold head of the plug pressing on my anus and knew what was
expected.  I bore down and in seconds, the steel bullet was inside me.  I
clenched my ass and felt the base pull up against my rosebud.

"Good," he said, slapping my butt.  "Now, let's get those cups on your
titties.  I want your titties to grow so that I can have more fun with `em.
Besides, big titties look really sexy on a faggot."

He applied the cups.  I drew a sharp, shuddering breath as my nipples were
sucked into the cups.  Already I was becoming much more aware of my tits as
being erotic.  Master smiled at my breathing and stood back to admire his
work.

"Good faggot.  You look just the way a cock-sucker should: dick caged, ass
plugged and tits pumped.  Now get dressed and go home.  I'll see you
tomorrow morning at 8:00."

I put my clothes back on, being careful not to dislodge the nipple cups,
and headed for home.  Expecting Elaine to still be away, I walked into the
house and dropped my brief-case.

"Hi sweetie, I'm back."

Oh my god, it was Elaine!

"Wha, what happened?  What's going on?  I thought you were going to be away
a couple of days..." I stammered, realizing that I would have a very hard
time hiding my body from her and, then explaining what had been done to me
once she did see me.

To be continued