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From: white collar <white_collar@hotmail.com>
Subject: Story - Converted to Cock-sucker part 10
Author: white collar
Subject: Converted to cock-sucker (Oral, anal, forced)
Date: Sept 19, 2014
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   Chapter 17

   I heard sounds of the meeting ajourning: chairs sliding back and
creaking as men arose, laughter, coffee cups being placed on the bar
adjacent to the conference table.  I heard snatches of conversations and
remarks.  The ones that particularly caught my attention included words
like "urinal", "facitilities", "piss hole", and "fag".  If I hadn't had the
wide leather collar around my neck, I'd have hung my head in shame and
humiliation.  As it was, the tears simiply ran down my cheeks, mixed with
the cum on my face, and into the bowl of my urinal.  So, I thought, you'll
be drinking your own tears.  How appropriate!

   After a few moments, I heard only one conversation going on.  I realized
that Aiden had stayed behind, talking with Master.  I heard them moving
toward the bathroom where I knelt, handcuffed and gagged.  My knees and
legs were numb by now, but I knew it was going to hurt a lot when Master
finally made me get up.  On top of that, the taste in my mouth was vile; a
combination of varieties of piss and the cum that Aiden had deposited in my
bowl and on my face.

   "Well look at this," Master said, chuckling.  "Looks like my new
plumbing fixture made a big hit.  What do you think Aiden?"

   "Definitely," Aiden replied, also chuckling.  "I have to admit I was
really surprised when I saw it and realized what the `special assignment'
was that you'd given to Wayne, but I like it.  I always had him marked for
a faggot.  It's good to see that you've helped him to realize his full
potential."

   "Oh, he doesn't yet realize his full potential," Master said,
emphasizing "full".

   "Oh yeah?" Aiden asked.

   "No, not yet.  I have more work to do.  But before too long, he'll be so
degraded, he'll thank me for anything I do to him.  He'll just be happy for
the attention and will appreciate the humiliation and training I give him.
And he won't be the only one.  I plan to have him help me discover the
potential in other members of the staff as well.  He's going to confirm my
suspicions about some of his former co-workers.  Oh, and don't bother
calling him `Wayne'; he answers to `faggot' now and that's all he'll ever
need to answer to from now on.  He knows his place."

   "Nice," Aiden said, laughing.  "Real nice.  I've had some ideas about
some of them as well.  I'd look forward to helping you out sir."

   The tone of that "sir" told me that Aiden understood his position
relative to Master; he was not a faggot like me, but was more of an
assistant to Master.  I knew this was not going to be good, not so much for
me - after all, I was already a piss dump, but for what Master called my
"former co-workers".  I sensed that some of them were soon to become my
co-cock-suckers.  Master and Aiden entered the room and Master, taking the
empty syringe he'd used to lodge the catheter in place, removed the fluid
filling the balloon inside my bladder, freeing up the tube.  Then he pulled
the catheter out.  I inhaled suddenly as I felt it coming out of my dick:
it rather like my penis was taking a shit.  Then, unbuckling the strap
holding the urinal gag in place, he pulled it from my mouth.  I swallowed
hard, trying to get the taste of piss out of my mouth.

   "I know that was a lot of piss to take faggot, but before too long,
you'll grow to love the taste; it'll be all you want to drink," Master
said, rinsing the trough in the sink.

   Then he uncuffed my hands and pulled me to my feet.  I cried out in pain
as my legs started to cramp and my knees protested the sudden change in
position after having been bent for so long.  Knees giving way, I staggered
and Master caught my arm and eased me down onto the toilet.

   "OK, OK.  Hang on.  You'll be all right in a bit," he said, somewhat
solicitously.  "We don't want him falling and cracking his head open on one
of the fixtures or the floor," he said to Aiden.  "Wouldn't want to have to
explain that at the ER now, would we?"

   Aiden agreed.  "No, too many embarrassing questions."

   Master unbuckled the collar circling my neck and removed it.  My head
fell with relief and fatigue.

   "Good faggot.  I'm glad you remember your place and that your head is to
be bowed with you're with a man," Master said, gently slapping my cheek.

   Truth be told, my head sagged out of muscle fatigue, not because I
"remembered my place".  I took several deep breaths and stretched my legs,
trying to ease the stiffness from having knelt so long.

   "So, Aiden, let's have a look," Master said, leading this man whom I was
quickly learning was one who liked to dominate and humiliate in the same
way Master did, back into his office.

   "Sir?" Aiden asked, clearly puzzled.

   "Oh, I didn't tell you!  In addition to installing my newest plumbing
fixture, I installed a CCTV cam with a feed to my PC.  That way, I can see
what sort of impression my faggot made."

   I imagined that I could hear Aiden swallowing hard; he'd not only pissed
in my face, but also jacked off, covering my face with cum.  I thought he
might not have been so happy to have that action recorded for future use.
But there wasn't much he could say now, was there?  He'd done what he'd
done.  I no longer had anything to lose, but the men who had pissed in me
today might have different thoughts about their own exposure to future
arm-twisting.  Make no mistake though: I didn't really care what
consequences Aiden's actions might have for Aiden.  All he'd ever given me
was a load of piss and cum and humiliation.

   "This should be interesting," Master said, clicking with his mouse. 
"Ah, nice.  There's Paul.  He was the first one.  Look at his face!  He's
mesmerized by it.  I always had questions about him.  Look at that!  He
can't take his eyes off of the faggot.  You can see the wheels turning. 
OK, let's see how he's hung..." I replayed Paul's actions in my mind.  It
had taken him almost 30 seconds to recover his composure once he'd seen and
recognized me.  Then he'd unzipped and taken his dick out to piss.

   "There we go.  Good boi.  Look at that.  Six inches at most!  That's a
faggot dick if I ever saw one.  And his inability to take his eyes off of
the faggot tells me he can imagine himself in that place.  And look at
that: his getting stiff!  Good!  That settles that...  Listen..."

   Their conversation dropped to whispers, so I couldn't hear what they
were planning, but I knew it wasn't going to be good for Paul.  Funny, I
didn't remember him getting stiff, but I was so overwhelmed by what was
being done to me, that I probably just hadn't noticed.  Poor Paul!  But who
knows?  Maybe he'd learn to like being treated this way.  Look at me?  I'd
never in a million years have thought I'd find pleasure in serving and
being degraded by men.  But here I am: a faggot and learning to like it
more and more each fucking day.

   Lost in my thoughts, I didn't hear Master come back into the bathroom.

   "OK, faggot.  Let's go.  Up and at `em.  Aiden here is really hot from
using you and watching the video and needs some relief.  Crawl over to my
couch and then get up on it, ass facing out and raised high."

   I did as I was ordered; I crawled to the couch and up onto it.  I faced
into the back of the couch, head down, ass raised.  I knew what was coming.
I heard the sound of a condom package being ripped open and felt Aiden's
hand on my crack, lubing my hole.  I knew he wasn't doing that for my
benefit, but probably just to make it easier for him to get in.  I felt his
hard steel pressing against my pucker and I bore down, as I'd been taught,
to open my sphincters.  He slid in and proceeded to fuck me.  About two
minutes in, he leaned down and grabbed hold of my tits and pulled.  I
grunted with pain/pleasure and my muscles tightened.

   "That's a good faggot," he said, squeezing harder and kneading my tits.
"Good faggot.  Nice hole.  Best fuck I've had in a long time."

   "He is good isn't he?  For a beginner!" Master laughed.

   Chapter 18

   Master took me to the closet and shackled me upright.  Once again, he
applied cream to my nipples and applied the cups.  I shivered as he
manipulated the gradually expanding cups, kneading my nipples inside,
sending erotic jolts up and down my spine.  I shivered again as I felt my
tits being expanded inside the cups.  I had images of myself at some
indefinite time in the future with huge titties perched on my shaved chest
for men's abuse and pleasure, in turn giving me pleasure, both from the
sensations and the humiliation.  It hit me again that I was becoming
sexually hooked on humiliation.  Master was indeed making me into a faggot.

   Master put a video on my training tablet; this video showed a slave
being trained to take tit torture and cock and ball torture.  I felt my
dick throbbing inside my cage, trying to get hard, but prevented from ever
rising again.

   I lost track of time, so absorbed was I in the pain and humiliation the
slave was being subjected to.  I also knew; knew in my heart and in my
groin, that very similar things were going to be done to me by my Master.
He was simply giving me a preview and also, in some ways, was conditioning
me and molding me into the faggot he wanted me to become.  Then I heard a
knock on his door.

   "Come in Paul," I heard Master say.

   My skin prickled.  "No, not Paul," I thought, though I'd realized this
would probably happen when Master and Aiden were watching the feed from the
CCTV.  I knew Paul would soon be converted into a cocksucker too.

   "Thank you sir," Paul said, entering the room.

   At this point, since I was still shackled in the closet, I could only
imagine the scene on the other side of the door.

   "Paul, would you get Aiden and me some coffee?  I like mine with two
sugars and half-and-half, not too much.  Aiden?"

   "Make mine black.  I like mine strong."

   "Yes sir.  I'll be right back."

   "Good boy."

   I could almost hear Paul stopping in his tracks at that.  "Good boy?"
What was that all about?  But I knew what it was all about.  Oh Paul, if
you had any idea you'd leave the office right now and never come back.  But
I knew he had no idea and he'd be back soon.  Back to the beginning of his
conversion.

   A couple of minutes later and I heard a quiet knock on the door and the
door opening.

   "Good.  You can put the coffee on the desk Paul."

   "Oh, Paul, I think one of my pens fell under the desk this morning. 
Please get it for me."

   "Sir?"

   "The pen; get it for me.  I can't get down there."

   "Yes sir."

   "Good."

   I could hear Paul's clothes shifting on his body as he knelt beside
Master's desk.

   "Oh, Paul," I heard Master say.  "While you're kneeling there, I want
you to have a look at this."

   I knew what Master wanted to Paul to look at: the CCTV video of him
finding me in the bathroom, naked, kneeling, restrained, with the urinal
gag installed in my mouth and the catheter running from my dick into the
gag.

   "Now it's too late," I thought: Paul's destiny was set; he would soon
been another converted cocksucker like me.  But at least I'd have a
partner.

   Chapter 19
Paul:
As I knelt there, Greg turned his monitor so that I could see it and
clicked on one of the icons in his system tray, bringing up an AV
application.  Then he clicked on the play widget.  My stomach turned to
knots, because I knew what I was going to see; I had no doubt.  And sure
enough, there on the screen was a video of me entering the restroom and
finding Wayne kneeling on the floor, naked and restrained.  At the time, I
couldn't take my eyes off him and now I couldn't take my eyes off the
replay.  I was mesmerized by the sight; a co-worker being used in the most
humiliating way I could imagine.  And as I watched my cock stiffen in the
video, my cock was throbbing in my pants.  And it was suddenly clear to me

why Greg had called me in here.

   When the video ended, I glanced up at Greg and Aiden.  Greg was looking
impassively into my eyes and Aiden's face was in something resembling a
leering smirk.  I swallowed hard.

   "Yes sir?" I ventured, knowing that this was going in a direction I had
absolutely no control over.

   I needed this job!  God, how I needed this job.  I'd been unemployed for
over two years, having lost my job during the recent recession.  I'd seen
this opportunity and had traveled here from my home to interview.  It cost
nearly all of our remaining savings, which we were basically living on,
along with the minimum wage job that Karen had taken to try to make ends
meet while I searched for work.  And, almost miraculously, I'd been offered
the position.  I nearly dropped to the floor to kiss Greg's feet at that
moment!  I was employed again and in a position that paid more than what
I'd been making before.  Of course, the city had a higher cost of living,
but the salary more than made up for that.

   We couldn't yet afford to move the whole family, so Karen and the kids
remained in St.  Louis.  We didn't want to move the kids in the middle of
the school year anyway, so it was to everyone's benefit for me to move to
the city, get myself established, living in a less expensive one-bedroom in
Brooklyn.  I was saving some of the expendable income and sending some home
so that Karen and the kids could have an easier time of it.

   I thought it had been a lucky break; there were so many people with my
skills who were still unemployed.  But I suddenly saw that perhaps there
was a different reason behind the job offer.  Was this Greg's plan? 
Unconsciously, I clenched my hands and fingered my wedding band.  I was a
married man; I have kids.  What's he going to do to me.

   Greg sat on the edge of his desk, placing himself in front of the
monitor.  Without saying a word, he raised his foot and rubbed the toe of
his shoe against my stiffening cock.

   "Looks like we have another fag here Aiden.  His dick got hard watching
the video of his dick getting hard."

   "Sure does look like a fag sir.  What do you intend to do?  Fire him?"

   There was a long pause and my pulse and respirations increased.  Please
not that!  Please don't fire me.

   "Well, I'm not sure.  Perhaps Paul here can give us a good reason to
keep him employed."

   "Yes sir," I whispered.  "What do I need to do?  I'll go anything, just
please don't fire me." I was begging and I knew it and it was humiliating.

   Another pause.

   "Good.  I like that in an employee; a willingness to put out."

   He continued to rub my crotch with his shoe.

   "Stand up!"

   I did as ordered.

   "Feet spread, hands behind your back."

   I obeyed.  I hung my head in shame.  I knew what was coming, but I
didn't care.

   "Take your clothes off Paul.  You can lay them on the couch."

   He was making me humiliate myself.  That made it all the more
humiliating.  It would have been bad enough if he and that damned smirking
Aiden had stripped me, but they were, for all intents, inviting me to
humiliate myself while they watched.  I moved to the couch.

   I removed my shoes and dropped them on the floor.

   "Be neat Paul.  I don't like a messy office."

   I bent and placed my shoes neatly in front of the couch.  Then I removed
my socks, folded them and placed them on top of my shoes.  Each piece of
clothing was handled in a similar manner: jacket, shirt and tie, trousers,
tee-shirt and...  All I had left were my briefs.  I turned to look at them,
beseeching them not to make me do this, but both sat there, their arms
folded, watching me.  I hung my head and pulled my briefs off.

   I stood there, my back to them, a flush covering me from feet to crown.
Then, covering my genitals, I slowly turned.

   "Good boi," Greg said.  "Come and stand here," he said, pointing to a
spot on the floor about 6 feet from where he and Aiden sat on the edge of
the desk.

   I moved to where he pointed.

   "Spread your feet."

   I did as instructed.

   `Hands behind your head."

   Again, as instructed.

   I stood there now, fully exposed.  I felt the air moving across my
chest, stirring the coating of fur I had.  I felt the air moving around my
hard cock and realized from the chill at the tip that I was begining to
leak.

   "Yes, we definitely have a faggot here," Greg said.  "Go get the other
fag."
   To be continued