Date: Thu, 1 Jan 2015 14:18:15 +0000
From: white collar <white_collar@hotmail.com>
Subject: Converted to Cock-sucker - part 12

Author:  white collar
Subject: Converted to cock-sucker (Oral, anal, forced, humiliation)
Date:  December 28, 2014

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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 21

Wayne:

I couldn't believe this, too, was happening.  After the degradation I'd
been subjected to: being forced to suck cock, being fucked and then
plugged, having my tits made bigger, being shaved (that still makes me
shiver), bound and being forced to watch gay porn, and I could go on and
on.  Yet, here I was passionately kissing a man!  It was more than simply
our shared humiliation; there was more to it than that.  I think it was the
recognition of a kindred spirit; a man who saw the world in many of the
same ways I did.  That he was very attractive didn't hurt either.  If my
cock hadn't been in that damned cage, I knew it would be rubbing against
Paul's belly the way his was throbbing against mine.  And in a momentary
flight of regret, I realized that his, like mine, would soon be caged and
useless except for pissing.  But that passed through my mind like the
shadow of a bird in flight.  I was holding this man, or I should say, this
faggot and feeling the warmth of his body against mine.  The only thing I
wanted at that moment was that he and I should never be parted.  And I also
realized that neither of us had any control over that; for we had been
enslaved.  Our lives were no longer our own.  Oh yes, I know that slavery
isn't legal, but what do you call it when a man holds your life in his hand
and, as Master himself said, might decide to drop it?  If we tried to
escape this slavery, we both would be utterly ruined.  Our families were
already lost to us; our careers were over: the best we might hope for would
be to go somewhere else, change our identities and try to start over at the
lowest rung of the economic ladder.  In this day, climbing that ladder is
no longer a realistic possibility, regardless of what skills you might
possess.  And then, for me at least, there would always be the threat of
prosecution.  I had, after all, embezzled from my employer and prosecutors
loved to be seen going after economic miscreants, even if those "fish" were
all bottom feeders.  The legal system tended to leave the guys on top alone
and look the other way.  They used to call it scape-goating: find some
schmuck to hang a jail sentence on and be seen as being tough on the ne'er
do wells in the financial world while the big guys just continued doing
what they'd always done and re-wrote the laws to suit themselves.

So here I was, naked, coated with a permanent depilatory to eventually make
me forever smooth as a boy, handcuffed to a man in the same circumstances,
awaiting the next steps our Master would take in his "processing" of his
slaves into complete faggots.  I heard Master and Aiden talking out in the
office and laughing.  Then I heard their voices moving closer to the door.

"We need to stop!" I hissed to Paul.  "If they suspect we care about each
other, they'll just make it worse."

Paul nodded and laid his head on my shoulder.  I did the same, so that, to
all appearances, we might be taken as simply a pair of defeated,
demoralized faggots.  Master and Aiden walked into the bathroom.

"Good.  I think it's been long enough for the depilatory to do its thing.
Rinse them down Aiden and let's see how they look."

"Yes sir," Aiden said, but holding a haunted look in his eyes.

He took the shower hose, turned on the tap (cold, of course) and rinsed us
down, making sure to rub his hand between our bodies to get all of the
depilatory off, rubbing and tweaking our nipples as he rubbed the
depilatory off.  When he'd finished, Master handed him the key to the cuffs
and he removed them.

"OK, hook faggot 1 up to the door again, then cuff fag 2 and get him to the
toilet," Master ordered.

Aiden did as he was told and hooked me to eye-bolts screwed into the door
which enabled me to see what was going on.  It also left me completely
exposed and shivering from the fear and the cold, because they hadn't dried
us off after rinsing the depilatory off.  Then Aiden pulled Paul from the
shower and shoved him to his knees beside the toilet.

"No, no, please, please," Paul was groaning, realizing what was coming.

"Push his head into the bowl," Master ordered.

Aiden grasped the back of Paul's neck and pushed his face into the opening.
Master pulled out his cock and stood over Paul.  In a couple of seconds,
the flow began and he pissed on Paul's head.  I could hear Paul crying as
the piss spilled over the back of his head, streamed down his face and into
the water.

"Turn his face to the side," Master ordered.

Aiden turned Paul's face and Master pissed into his ear and eyes and open
mouth.  Paul's body had, if it were possible while being held over a
toilet, crumpled, as though this humiliation had stolen his last ounce of
resistance and strength.  Master's stream let up and he gave a couple of
contraction spurts that come when a man has pretty-well emptied his bladder
and stood back.

"Uncuff his hands," Master ordered.

"Crawl to me faggot."

Paul crawled the short distance across the floor and put his piss-wet head
on Master's feet.

"Kneel up faggot.  Take my cock in your mouth."

Paul knelt up and I saw the complete humiliation and pride-destruction in
his eyes.  He opened his mouth and put it over Master's cock.  His defeat
showed in his body; he had become a faggot.  This morning, he had walked
into the office a man.  Now, his manhood was gone; he was a faggot.  My
caged dick tried to throb, but its cage held it in check.

Master pushed his cock into Paul's mouth, forcing his jaws wider, then
grunted a couple of times and I saw Paul swallowing.  Apparently, Master
was emptying the last remnants of his piss into Paul's mouth.

"We'll have both of you trained to completely open your throats so that a
man can piss directly down your spouts and into your bellies.  You'll like
that, won't you fags?"

"Yes sir, thank you sir," I said.  Paul simply grunted his response, his
mouth being full of cock.

"Come over here Aiden.  I'm sure all this pissing has helped your need to
pee, right?" Master said.

"Yes sir," Aiden said, that haunted look still in his eyes.  But his cock
was standing at full-staff.

Aiden moved to Paul and roughly shoved his cock into Paul's mouth.  He
waited, a look of concentration on his face and, after about 30 seconds, he
relaxed.  I could see Paul swallowing rapidly, trying to keep up.  He
wasn't able to manage the flow though, and some of the piss was leaking out
around Aiden's cock and dribbling down his chin, falling onto his belly and
dick and onto the floor.  Some of it dribbled onto Aiden's shoes.  Finally,
Aiden gave a couple of thrusts, pushing Paul back and pulled out.

"Lick it off of my shoes pig!  Then clean up the floor," Aiden ordered,
then casting a glance at Master to make sure he hadn't crossed a line.

Master nodded, smiling, his eyes narrowed, and Paul bent to Aiden's feet
and began to lick.  While Paul was cleaning shoes and floor with his
tongue, Master moved next to me, where I hung immobilized against the door,
and began to play with my tits.

"We're making good progress with these titties," Master said, twisting
them.

I writhed in pain-pleasure, as he worked my enlarged nipples.  With access
to my dick removed, they were becoming the center of my sexual pleasure,
along with my ass, of course.  But their increasing size and sensitivity
made them the equivalent of dicks on my chest.  Master looked into my eyes
as he pinched and flicked.

"Look at me fag," Master ordered.  "Yes, I can see we're making progress.
These are becoming your chest dicks, aren't they fag?"

"Yes sir," I rasped out, gasping for breath.

"Yes, I can see that."  He gave them a hard pull, stretching them out from
my body.  "I'm going to continue growing them and stretching them and
you're going to love it, aren't you tit-fag?"

"Yes sir," I groaned.

"That's right.  A fag needs to have nice, big titties jutting out from his
smooth chest for a man to play with and to make him look like a fag."

He pinched my growing nips between his thumbs and middle fingers and rubbed
the tips with his forefingers.  I arched my spine and groaned in the back
of my throat.  A final tweak.

"OK Aiden, unhook fag 1 and I'll take fag 2 into the office.  We'll get
them set up for the next several hours so that we can turn our attention to
keeping this company going."

Chapter 22.

Paul:

"Come faggot," Master ordered, snapping his fingers and walking out of the
bathroom.

I followed behind on hands and knees, my cock and balls swinging between my
legs as I crawled across the floor.  Master ordered me to wait there and
went behind his desk, doing some business on his computer.  In a few
moments, I heard Wayne crawling along as Aiden led him out of the bathroom
and positioned him beside me.  We both crouched there, our hands and lower
legs touching, our heads hanging down.

"Kneel up!" Master ordered.

Wayne and I both raised ourselves to a kneeling position.  Wayne, who had a
little more training than I had received so far, put his hands behind his
head.  I followed suit.  Master and Aiden busied themselves at his desk.
Master opened a jar of cream and took out a four translucent cups that
looked something like the rubber "fingers" that I'd seen office secretaries
using when going through papers.  (www.nipplefunwear.com) Master took some
of the cream on his forefingers and Aiden did the same.  Each of them
smeared some of the cream on our nipples: Master doing mine; Aiden doing
Paul's.  I saw Paul involuntarily close his eyes and take a deep breath.  I
felt Master's touch and responded, but not as reflexively as Wayne.
Somehow, I knew that it was only a matter of time before I was having the
same reactions as Wayne to nipple stimulation.

Each of us received a pair of nipple cups, Wayne's a little larger than
mine.  As I saw my nipples, which had always been rather flat, being sucked
into the cups, I also observed that Wayne's responded more quickly and soon
almost filled the cups that had been applied to his chest.

"This is the beginning of your transformation faggot," Master said, taking
my chin in his hand and raising my head to look him in the eyes.

I wasn't sure whether or not I was allowed to look at him, so I dropped my
eyes, but he wagged my head slightly.

"No, faggot, look at me.  I want you to look me in the eyes when I'm
telling you what I'm going to do to you."

I raised my eyes.

"You know that I'm turning you and your friend here into faggots.  Your
nipples will continue to be developed until they're like some of the
photographs you'll soon be seeing.  You and he are going to be brainwashed
to be fully compliant faggots, obeying every order without question until
you become so obedient that you won't even need orders; you'll simply do
what you know is expected of you.  Your throat will be trained to open for
a man's cock, whether he's face-fucking you or using you as a toilet.  Your
ass will be stretched so that you can take a large cock or a fist.  As I
told you in the bathroom, your body hair will gradually disappear so that
you're permanently smooth, as suits any faggot.  That's my plan.  I'm only
going to ask you as a courtesy: are you ready for that faggot?"

I gulped hard.

"Yes sir, thank you sir."

"What are you thanking me for faggot?"

"For turning me into your faggot sir.  For showing me what I was always
meant to be."

"Good faggot.  Get up on the desk.  On your back.  Lie across it front to
back with your head hanging off the front.  Aiden?"

"Yes sir," Aiden answered.

"Go in front of the desk.  You take his throat; I'm taking his ass."

I laid across the desk as ordered, closing my eyes.  I knew what this meant
and I both dreaded it and yearned for it.  I would, in a few moments, be
truly made into a faggot.  I'd have my ass and throat filled at the same
time.  I'd be like a spit-roasted chicken.  I'd be a? a faggot.  My life as
a man was to be over in a few moments.

To be continued.