Date: 19 Dec 2000 04:13:41 -0000
From: Greg Stone <gregstone@eroticstories.com>
Subject: Pussyboy, Part 2

Pussyboy, part 2
by Gregstone@eroticstories.com

Joey was disoriented when he woke up in Greg's bed. The familiar sights of
his own bedroom were missing, then he remembered the past day and a half:
meeting Greg at the cafe, being taken to his condo, and the evening and
following day of indescribable sexual pleasure. The pleasure of serving
his man.

Joey made breakfast for them again. At the table Greg said, "You're the
hottest little bitch I've ever been with. I love fucking you." His coarse
and demanding style of speech made the young man blush. At least the
blushing warmed him. Ever since the first night Greg had made walk around
the apartment wearing only girl's panties, if anything at all. He shivered
a little at the table in the cool morning air. "A shower will warm you
up," said Greg as he looked over the Sunday paper. Joey skipped off to get
it going.

In the steaming, grey-tiled shower Joey soaped himself lightly but
nervously; he knew what was coming. Greg entered and undressed, slowly
exposing his muscular, somewhat hairy body to the effeminate, delicately
built 20-year old in the shower. Joey's knees went weak at the sight as
Greg stepped in, his thick, flaccid cock hanging deliciously over his
heavy balls. Joey knelt down at once and gathered the warm tube of flesh
into his mouth, sucking and moaning while he caressed the large testicles.

"Mmmmm yeah, there's a good girl," groaned Greg. "Be a good girl and get
my cock nice and hard." The twink sucked obediently on the stiffening meat
until it was all the way in and very hard. Greg braced his hands against
the shower wall and started to thrust slowly in and out of Joey's smooth
lips. The boy tried not to gag.

"Fuck, that's good. Mmmm, fuckin' hot little slut..." moaned Greg as he
savored the morning blowjob. He loved the sight of smooth young man with
the shoulder-length blonde hair servicing his dick, his little bubble butt
perched enticingly on his heels. He wanted to play with the little
boypussy.

"Have you cleaned yourself?" asked Greg.

"Yes, daddy," said Joey. Greg looked him over coolly, then ordered him to
stand and turn around. Joey shuffled around with his hands clasped in
front of him. Then he felt Greg's firm tracing down his back, kneading his
skin, probing under his armpits, then finally reaching his little butt.
Joey sighed and bent forward ever so slightly.

"I think you've done a lousy job," said Greg. His hand crept in between
the twink's soft buttcheeks and pried them apart. "Let me see." Joey
parted his thighs a little and bent forward a bit more. With both hands
Greg parted the smooth ass and knelt down behind it. He rubbed a thumb up
and down the crack, pressing firmly against the small brown anus.

"You're still dirty," he said, standing up with disappointment in his
voice. "If you want to be my bitch, you've got to keep yourself clean.
Otherwise, no cock." With the last word he delivered a huge, stinging swat
on Joey's ass. A small cry escaped his lips as the warm pain spread across
his butt.

Greg soaped his hands up noisily. The sound made Joey's little penis
stiffen as he imagined where the soap would end up. Sure enough, a
well-lathered hand was soon rummaging in between his cheeks, scrubbing it
clean and also tickling his shithole. Joey moaned and bent forward,
grasping his knees. Now Greg began slowly prodding a soapy finger against
the tight little muscle; Joey flexed and made it loosen up. The finger
slid in quickly, until he felt Greg's knuckles pressed hard against his
ass. Once inside, Greg wriggled the finger around and began to fuck Joey
with it, pumping the soap right into the warm chute.

"Oooooh, oh baby," sighed the little faggot as the finger plunged into his
ass. "That feel so good...." Greg took the shower head and ran the warm
water over his crack, rinsing out the soap and relaxing Joey's anus even
more. Greg dried him off with a towel and laid him face down on the bed
again. By chance, Joey's face was lying right on top of a big cum stain;
it was so large it had to have been Greg's. He inhaled deeply, loving the
strong manly scent of sweat and cum mingled together. It made him
lightheaded.

"Now you'll see why I want you to be clean," said Greg. He spread Joey's
thighs wide and began to massage them, moving gradually up to his ass.
Gripping a white, hairless globe in each palm, he forced them apart and
lowered his mouth to the fragrant little fag pussy. He kissed the tiny
brown opening. Joey shivered with pleasure and sighed. Greg kissed it
again very slowly then, as if it were a girl's mouth, began to French-kiss
it, sticking his tongue straight up the anal chute.

Joey gasped and let out a small cry. The soaping and warm water had
relaxed him so much that he'd opened right up for Greg at once. The warm
tongue was already inches deep inside him, stretching his boycunt and
sending waves of indescribable pleasure through his body. At the same tie
Greg was roughly caressing his asscheeks, then running his hands up Joey's
side to pinch his cool little nipples.

"Mmmmm, ooooh God!" cried Joey. He'd never felt so girlish, so submissive
before, not with any man. He'd never felt a tongue so deep up his ass.
"Yes, eat me," he sighed. "Eat my little pussy out. Make me cum, baby."
Greg continued the slow, wet tongue fuck, occasionally withdrawing it to
flick the tongue rapidly over the hole, which snapped shut instantly as he
left it. He watched the round knot of muscle twitched as his tongue danced
over it, and he savored the initial flinch of resistance as he pushed back
into to eat his little pussyboy out some more. He loved his little fagboy.

Greg was hard as a rock and satisfied with pussy-eating. He climbed up
over Joey as if about to do some pushups, then without guiding it with his
hands, slowly worked his thick cock past the anal muscle. He entered
smoothly and painlessly, though the twink's hole was still deliciously
tight and wet on his fat rod. Joey gasped as Greg entered him all the way
in one slow shove.

"Unh, yeah!" grunted Greg. Though he was in all the way, he continued to
push, shoving Joey deeper into the mattress. "Nice fucking cunt...fucking
pussy...unh!" He started pumping vigorously into the twink's ass, smacking
loudly against his asscheeks. His arm muscles tensed magnificently as they
braced his body against the savage thrusting of his pelvis. Joey looked
over at the mirrored closet doors beside the bed: there he was, pinned
immovably to the bed by his man's weight and constant pounding. Greg had
grasped Joey's wrists and was holding them tight so he could not move, and
the weight of his lower body was keeping the rest of him nearly immobile.
The feeling of the stiff, thick cock reaming his asshole drove him wild,
and he kicked his lower legs and feet in ecstasy.

"Yeah, fuckin' cunt...fuckin' bitch!" shouted Greg. Sweat was dripping off
his brow and chest onto Joey and the bed. His pounding was causing Joey's
stiff little penis to rub exquisitely over the cotton sheets.

Suddenly Greg released his wrists and sat up, straddling Joey's ass and
his cock still buried deep inside him. He seized Joey's slim hips and
began a combination of thrusting and pulling Joey's ass back to meet his
thrusts. Sitting up like this made Joey's ass feel even tighter, and Greg
groaned with pleasure as he felt the hot little hole gripping his cock.

"Oooooh, yes!" squealed the twink. "Fuck me baby, please fuck me hard!
Aaaaah!" He let out the last cry as Greg reached down to deliver a good,
sharp swat on Joey's ass. This was followed quickly by another one on the
opposite cheek, then another. Greg timed the spanking to hit just as his
cock was all the way in. The slight pain made the boy's asshole tighten
around his shaft. He swatted those smooth, firm globes over and over again.

Joey loved the spanking as it combined with the rough fucking action up
his boypussy. His penis rubbed harder and harder into the sheets, until
finally, with a high-pitched wail, he came all over them, releasing a
delicate spray of fragrant boycream onto the cloth.

The orgasm made his asshole clench up even more. Greg grunted as his cock
was seized in the hot grip of the anus that flexed over his stiff organ.
He felt his balls start to tingle.

"Uuuuunhh, fuck! Fuck!. Yeah, bitch! Fuckin' take it! Aaaaarh!" He slammed
forward one last time and unleashed volley after volley of hot cum up the
boy's ass. Grinding his pelvis deeper against Joey's ass, he continued to
pour out an incredible dose of jizz, until at last he collapsed onto him,
crushing the twink beneath his weight and sweaty heat. He lay there for a
while with his head next to Joey's. With his delicate hands Joey caressed
Greg's hair while the hard cock softened inside him.



They were driving around downtown that afternoon in Greg's black Honda
coupe. Joey was dressed in a sort of club outfit that he'd picked up at
his apartment on the way downtown--tight-fitting pants and a tight red
t-shirt under a trendy bubble jacket, and underneath a small pair of pale
blue panties.

"You can stay with me for a while," said Greg. Greg liked heavy metal, and
was playing Tool on the car CD player, his favorite band. Joey didn't like
the harsh, violent music, but he knew not to say anything. Definitely no
Madonna in this car. "I'd also like you to take the week off work, since
I've got it off too. And don't give me any shit about people not wanting
to take your shifts. I don't care." No one had ever spoken to Joey that
way, but then again, no one had ever used and fucked him like Greg. He
looked admiringly at his man: he dressed very conservatively in a woolen
v-neck sweater with a button-down shirt and pleated chinos. He had a black
suede car coat on top of that...a parting gift from his last boytoy.

Joey daydreamed about the past couple of days as they drove around. He
felt a little changed, as if he'd become something new, a different person
determined by Greg's needs and passions. His anus had become a pussy, his
mouth a tool for sucking cock, his hands, his nipples...all for Greg, for
his cock and mouth. Greg must have read his thoughts, for just then he
reached over with his right hand and ran it gently over the twink's
slender chest, pausing to tweak each nipple. They stiffened instantly and
Joey leaned back in the seat....



Greg gave Joey a piece of paper and a hundred dollars in the parking lot.
"I hate shopping," he said. "So get these things for me. Be back in an
hour." Then he turned and crossed the street towards a pub. Joey stood
silently in the lot, admiring Greg's confident gait as he crossed the
street under the falling snow. He smiled warmly but nervously. On the list
were some groceries and a few odd items: vaseline, rope, cotton balls, and
some women's lingerie.

"I'll be back, baby," he said quietly.



"Very good," said Greg as he pushed away his emptied dinner plate. The
approval warmed Joey: he'd made his man a nice meal and done the table up
with candles and flowers. Then Greg looked over at him and winked. "What's
for dessert?"

Joey walked slowly over to him. He really did have a swishy walk, but it
was accentuated even more by the outfit he had on: pink girl's panties and
a slinky pink teddy. He sat down on Greg's lap and gave him a kiss. Greg's
hands roamed freely over the fem twink's body, caressing his back,
nipples, thighs, and arms. Joey moaned and shut his eyes, loving the
attention and the masculine grip. of the calloused hands.

Gradually Greg worked his hand between Joey's legs, forcing them to part
slightly, then reached under until his fingers were stroking the smooth
asscrack through the panties. Joey sighed and closed his eyes and as the
fingers slowly caressed his anus with the soft silk.

"Aaaaah yes," he moaned. "Please touch my pussy, baby." Greg worked his
fingers under the cloth and stroked the little pucker directly, loving the
smoothness of the skin around it and the intense pleasure it evoked in the
twink.

"Yeah, you like to have your little boytwat tickled, don't you?" said
Greg. Joey moaned in response as the finger pressed more firmly against
his hole, dilating it until it yielded to the probing. Soon Greg had a
fingertip lodged up Joey's ass. He wriggled it lightly, making the boy
jump[. Then he carried him into the living room, where the rope lay on the
coffee table.

He set Joey down in a large armchair then ordered him to take off his
panties. Joey obeyed, and as he pulled them down he watched Greg's cock
stir beneath his pants. Greg knelt down before the semi naked girl-boy and
lifted his legs up over the armrests, then tied his ankles to them so that
his soft white legs were up and splayed apart. Joey lost his balance a bit
and slid forward. This caused his cheeks to part and expose his asshole to
Greg. Then Greg tied Joey's wrists together behind the chair. They
position wasn't easy for Joey, but excited him nonetheless.

"Man, that's a pretty sight," said Greg as he stared at the little
butthole before him. "Do you like to have your pussy played with?" he
asked.

"Oooh yes, baby," said Joey as he squirmed slowly in his bonds. "Please
use my boycunt." Greg reached down and touched the pucker with his finger
tip, then tickled it rapidly, flicking the little muscle as lightly as
possible.

Joey squealed and bucked his hips in the chair, causing him to slide
forward more. The assplay he was getting made him yearn to touch himself
too, but the rope held him back. He felt his asshole quiver with pleasure
at the stimulation, and begged for more. The sight of the effeminate boy
with the exposed ass had made Greg instantly hard, and his stiff dick
pressed outward against his pants. With the other hand he began to tweak
Joey's nipples.

"Aaaaah!" he cried in a high voice. "Oooh God!" His little dick was stiff
too, wanting to be rubbed like a clit.

Greg knelt down lower and grabbed Joey by the hips. He pulled his ass
right to the edge of the seat, then placed his lips against the tender
anus and began to kiss and lick it. He made sure his tongue was extra-wet
as he ran it firmly up and down the asscrack, prodding the rosebud with
the tip. The delicious taste of a well-scrubbed fairyboy's ass made his
cock start to leak precum, so much that it began to show through his
crotch.

He worked his tongue lovingly against the twink's tender anus, sensing
every twitch and contraction as he toyed with it. Joey was gasping and
squealing with pleasure at the rimming, and the sight of Greg between his
legs, munching away at his boypussy drove him wild. Greg pushed a
fingertip into the boy's ass, but continued to lick around it, so that the
expanded muscle was even more sensitive. He twirled his tongue expertly
around the small hole as his finger wormed slowly into the hot chute. Joey
gasped, Greg licked, Joey gasped again, and Greg continued deeper and
deeper with eating his girl's hot pussy. The rope around Joey's ankles and
wrists were starting to hurt, but he ignored the discomfort. His man was
eating him out, and that was all he needed.

Greg withdrew his finger and watched in fascination as the small muscle
snapped shut. He put his fingertip in again then withdrew it, and the anus
closed a little more slowly. Then he placed the tip of his tongue against
the aperture and wormed it slowly in, loving the feel of the soft
asscheeks brushing against his face. He pushed his tongue in as deep as it
could go, and wiggled it up and down and from side to side. Joey thrashed
frantically in the chair, so Greg took a firm hold of his hips to make
sure his tongue didn't slip out.

Joey gasped and panted as he felt the tongue reach its limit up his ass.
It felt so good, but he wanted to be filled more deeply. Greg was thinking
the same thing: he wanted to fuck the little bitch. He took his tongue and
watched in fascination as the anus remained slightly open. Taking some
vaseline from the jar he spread it liberally over the hold.

He untied Joey and made him remove the teddy.

"Now daddy's going to fuck you silly, you little cunt," he said. Joey's
knees went weak at the thought of being penetrated by Greg. He undid his
man's belt and pants then pulled them down with his boxers. Instantly the
stiff seven-inch rod popper forward. As he licked and sucked on it
lovingly, Greg took off his shirt. Then he grabbed Joey by his long blond
hair and started shoving the twink's face back and forth onto his cock. He
could hear him gagging and moaning as the thick head battered the back of
his throat, but he didn't care. The sucking was just too good.

Joey could taste a steady stream of precum leaking from Greg's dick. He
sucked it back hungrily, wanting more. He cupped Greg's sweaty balls in
his hands, caressing and fondling them so that the hard meat jumped
excitedly in his mouth and made him gag.

"Yeah, bitch, suck it," groaned Greg. He continued roughly banging Joey's
head into his crotch as the boy's drool soaked his scrotum.

"Ow!" he shouted suddenly. "What the fuck was that?" Joey had gagged so
hard at that moment that he'd involuntarily grazed his teeth over Greg's
meat. Greg pulled his head back by the hair and glared at him.

"I'm sorry, baby," babbled Joey. "Oh, I'm so so sorry. I--" Greg didn't
want to hear an apology. He grabbed Joey by the shoulders and hauled him
over to the armchair. Then he sat down and violently pulled the boy over
his knees with his ass up. At once he delivered a stinging series of swats
to the delicate, quivering asscheeks which grew redder by the second.

"No teeth, bitch!" he shouted as he spanked away. "You want the privilege
of sucking my cock, you do it right, understood?"

"Oo! Yes--Oh! I--Ow! Ow! Understand! Ooh! Oooh! OWW!" he wailed as the
firm hand rained slap after slap onto his cheeks. Finally Greg stopped and
took stock. The twink's butt was flaming red and tender. That got him even
hotter.

"All right, baby, get ready to take it," he growled, and lifted Joey up by
the armpits. He turned him around and held him off the ground by the ass,
forcing Joey to wrap his legs around Greg's waist and his thin arms around
the man's neck to keep his balance. Then Greg hoisted him up so that his
cock was positioned right under the twink's asscrack. He started to lower
him onto it.

Despite the burning pain in his asscheeks, Joey could still feel the heat
of the raging hard cock approaching his boypussy. His pucker dropped to
meet the leaking tip. When it was in place, Greg relaxed his grip slightly
and allowed the gasping boy's weight to press down against him, sinking
his cock up the rectum.

"Hunh, fuck!" he grunted as the moist flesh grasped his cock. Joey
continued to sink further and further down onto the cock, until at last
his butt was resting against Greg's groin, and the cock was as deep as it
would go. Then he pulled himself forward and up until the head was nearly
out of his ass, and paused. Suddenly he relaxed and allowed himself to
fall rapidly back down the hard cock, shoving it deep up inside him.

Greg responded by flexing and raising his muscular thighs in time with the
faggot's motion. He thrust upward as Joey dropped, pounding his cock as
deep as he could into the rectum. He loved the way Joey flexed and wiggled
his ass with each movement, ensuring maximum pleasure to his master.

"Aw, fuck! Yeah! Unh! Fuckin'! Unh! Cunt!" he bellowed as Joey bounced up
and down the raging shaft. His arm muscles tensed to the max as he gripped
the young man's thighs and rammed him down onto his meat. And he could
feel the small erect penis rubbing madly against the hair of his hard
stomach with each bounce.

Still lodged deep Joey's ass, Greg walked over to the couch and lowered
him onto it. Then he withdrew his cock and turned the twink onto his side.
He pushed the top leg up to the boy's chest to expose his asshole, and
also to control his movements. Squatting over him he smoothly worked his
hard dick back up the boycunt.

"Ooooh, baby!" cried Joey. "Fuck my little cunt hard, fuck it, fuck it!
Aaaaaah!" Greg was slamming hard and fast, violently, his sweaty balls
slapping noisily against the hairless white thighs of his boygirl. Sweat
was pouring from his brow and down his chest as he banged relentlessly
into the tight little hole.

"Yeah, bitch! Fuck! Unh! Unh!" he shouted, his grip on Joey's thigh and
hips leaving deep red marks in the tender flesh. The twink was helpless in
the face of the man's superior strength and constant pounding. The man was
jack-hammering savagely into his tender boycunt, and Joey bucked and
wiggled frantically with each successive slam. Suddenly Greg's arms and
thighs tensed even more, and he rammed viciously one more time into the
tight ass. Joey wailed as he felt the huge shaft start to throb and spasm
deep inside him.

"Aaaarh! Fuuuck! Aaaaw!" shouted Greg as he pumped one huge wad after
another of boiling cum up the twink's ass. "Fuckin' cumming, yeah,
aaaarh!" Joey cried out as his own little dick began to spurt cum, hitting
himself in the face. He squealed and bucked, milking Greg's cock of the
last few shots of cum. The last dose drained from Greg's shaft, and he
collapsed onto Joey, pinning him to the couch. He left his cock up the
twink's ass as the still-hard shaft and the battered pucker continued to
twitch randomly with their dying ecstasy.



Joey eventually moved in with Greg, who paid for everything though he
really spent very little on his pussyboy. He bought him some clothes,
which of course included panties, and a few odd items, but little else.
Mostly everything belonged to Greg. Including him. Joey could not have
been happier. Kneeling face-down on the bed one morning as his sugar daddy
rimmed and doggy-fucked him, Joey thought about everything he had become,
and all he had given up. He was Greg's and nothing else, his
pleasure-hole, his toy; he was there to make him cum. He was everything
Greg wanted: never fully a girl, never more than a pussy.


The end.