Date: Fri, 13 Feb 2015 20:59:49 +0000
From: white collar <white_collar@hotmail.com>
Subject: Converted to cock-sucker 14

Author:  white collar
Subject: Converted to cock-sucker (Oral, anal, forced, humiliation)
Date:  February 13, 2015

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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 25

Paul:

This faggot cocksucker has no idea how long it and its partner cocksucker
hung there in the dark closet, our ears, our eyes, our minds filled with
images and sounds of faggots being fucked, faggots' tits being stretched
and tortured and the groans of faggots gratefully receiving what men gave
to them.  The gifts men gave were cocks to be sucked, fragrant asses to be
licked, balls to be coddled and mouthed, piss to relieve thirst and cum to
satisfy the faggots' hunger.  This faggot could hear its partner moaning in
echo of this cocksucker's moans as it watched other faggots being satisfied
and longed to be satisfied as well.

Suddenly, the sounds and the video stopped, and this faggot cocksucker
suddenly remember its, my name: Paul.  I was Paul and it was Wayne hanging
beside me.  The doors opened and I blinked in the glare.  I glanced over at
Wayne and saw the look of bewilderment and confusion on his face that I'm
sure was on my face as well.  We had both been so deeply entranced, taken
so deeply into living as faggots that we'd both forgotten who we were.  Or
maybe I should say who we had been, for as reality came crashing back in, I
realized that who I had been was no longer.  Yes, I had had a name, but I
wasn't at all sure I would hear that name used ever again.  Master had
demolished my former life.  I had no idea how things would ultimately be
resolved, but I knew that he had taken both of us too far into degradation
to ever return.  We knew too well what we needed, what we were meant to be,
to ever go back to pretending to be men.

Aiden was there with Master and they began to take us down from our
suspension.  My cock was hard and throbbing because of the hours (I
presumed) of stimulation my body and brain had been subjected to.  Pre-cum
was dribbling from my piss slit in a long strand and I saw Wayne eyeing it
hungrily.  And I understood: our brains had been rewired to want and need
to provide service to cock, even if it was the cock of another cocksucker.
The brain wasn't that discerning at this point; a cock was a cock was a
cock and a cocksucker's purpose was to service cock.  It wasn't till later,
after further training and brainwashing, that we came to realize that our
own cocks no longer had an erotic purpose; their sole purpose was pissing
and giving a dominant man another means by which to control us.

As soon as the clips fastening him to the eye bolts were removed, Wayne
fell to his knees in front of me and plunged his mouth over my cock.  Since
the brain between my legs had not, at that time, been trained not to
respond, I, in turn, began to thrust, moaning and whimpering at the warm,
wet stimulation.

"No!" Master cried out.  "Bad dog.  Bad faggot!"

He pulled Wayne off of me and spanked his ass with his hand.  Wayne curled
into a ball on his knees, whimpering and crying.

"Please sir, please.  I need it; I need a cock!" Wayne cried.

"Stupid cocksucking faggot; you get only men's cocks, not another
cocksucker's.  Stay there!"

To Aiden, he ordered, "bring fag 2 over here and stretch him across the
desk on his back!"

"Yes sir," Aiden answered and pulled me out of the closet, pushed me to the
floor and dragging me behind, made me crawl over to the desk.  Then he
pulled me upright and shoved me back.

Master got some ice from his refrigerator and began applying it to my dick,
which quickly responding by going flaccid while I whimpered in frustration.
Then Master produced a metal cage.  He fastened a hinged ring behind my
cock and balls and slid the cage over my shrunken dick, locking it to the
cock ring.  I realized that this had probably been the last erection I
would ever be permitted.  I was reasonably sure that I would soon be fitted
with a permanent chastity cage like the one Wayne was wearing.  Tears of
frustration and hunger sprang to my eyes.

"Kneel up faggot," Master ordered Wayne, spanking his butt again, leaving a
red hand-print on his white flesh.

Wayne knelt up, clasping his hands behind his head.  There were tears
running down his face too and I could tell they were tears of frustration
and humiliation.  He was being denied the one thing he had been trained to
want: cock.  Master pulled me off of the desk and pushed me to my knees
next to Wayne.  We knelt side-by-side, hands behind our heads, dicks caged,
tears running down our faces.  Master stood in front of us; Aiden stood off
to the side.  With my peripheral vision, I could see that Aiden had a
considerably stiff erection poling his slacks.

"I don't expect to ever see another display like that faggots, or certainly
not from you two.  First thing is you are to obey in all things.  Second;
remember that your purpose is to pleasure men.  Other fags are off-limits!
If you pleasure other faggots, they may forget they're not men and may
start to feel entitled to receive pleasure, rather than remembering that
their reason for being is giving pleasure.  Do you understand faggots?"

"Yes sir," we answered.

"Will that happen again faggots?"

"No sir!" we snapped.

"Good.  You'll be punished for your infractions later, but now we have to
get you ready to travel.  Aiden?"

"Yes sir," Aiden answered, standing almost at attention, his erection
clearly visible.  I saw Master's eyes on it and then a slight smirk crept
across his lips.

"There are two pairs of coveralls in the closet down the hall.  Go get
them."

"Yes sir."

Master stood in front of me and lifted his shoe, pushing against my still
hanging balls.  Wayne, of course, had his balls inside his cage, so Master
couldn't get at them at the moment.  Master pushed, making me grunt, and
then kicked them.  I doubled over, my hands reaching for my balls.

"Kneel up faggot!" Master yelled.  "I didn't say you could relax."

Relaxation was the farthest thing from my mind; I was in pain!  The kick
had caught me squarely in the balls.  Shakily, I put my hands behind my
head again, but I was groaning as I did.

"If you're a good faggot, I'll let you keep your balls, but don't ever
count on that faggot.  You get me?"

"Yes sir," I rasped out.  Then after a pause, "Thank you sir!"

I realized that not only was I in his hands now, but my balls were too,
almost literally.  If he chose to take hold of them and cut them off, he
could do it.  I'd never be able to get away from him and what man would
ever go to the police and report that he'd been castrated?

Chapter 26

Aiden returned in a minute with two sets of coveralls.  Master told us to
stand and put them on and we automatically obeyed.  I wasn't sure about
Wayne, but I suspected that, like me, he had stopped questioning Master's
orders.  To question was to risk much.  I felt the rough fabric of the
coveralls rubbing against my freshly denuded skin and it sent a little
shock wave down to my groin.  My cock tried its best to rise, but the cage
quite effectively prevented that.  As I zipped up, the rubbing of the cloth
on my now naked nipples, or tits, as I was learning to call them, likewise
sent a charge to my groin.

"Call Kelly and tell him we're leaving.  He needs to be at my apartment in
half an hour."

"Yes sir," Aiden answered, apparently becoming more comfortable with
obeying Master's orders.

Rather than giving us shoes, Master gave us rubber thongs to protect our
feet from sharp objects, but I was acutely aware that I was, for all
intents, barefoot.  There's something uniquely and particularly humiliating
in being barefoot, or, in this case, wearing thongs, in a place where
normally, shoes are worn.  It reinforces one's vulnerability: it's almost
as humiliating as being naked in front of clothed men.

It was after hours, and after checking the corridor, Aiden summoned the
elevator.  When it arrived, he and Master herded Wayne and me in and the
doors closed.  Master produced a key which he used to flip a switch in the
lift.

"Prevents the elevator from stopping other than the floor I've punched in.
This way, we don't have to worry about someone coming in," he chuckled.
"Of course, these two fags might enjoy that."

My head dropped in shame.

"Well, maybe not so much," Master laughed.

Finally, the elevator arrived in the executive garage.

"Go get my car Aiden, and make it snappy," Master said, tossing him the
keys.

Aiden ran off and returned in a few moments with the car.

"Open the trunk."

The lid went up.

"Climb in faggots."

I guess there was no hiding the shocked look on our faces.

"You didn't think we'd allow faggots to ride with us, did you?"

"No sir, sorry sir," we mumbled.

Wayne climbed in and skooched to the back of the trunk as far as he could.
I carefully followed him, making an effort not to hurt him.  Finally, we
were situated and the lid closed automatically.  We were engulfed in black
darkness.  I pushed against the lip of the trunk, trying to get closer to
Wayne.  Fortunately, Master hadn't cuffed us, so Wayne's arms came around
me.  I clutched them to my chest and cried quietly.  I could tell he was
crying too.  I pushed harder against his body, feeling his cage pressing
against my ass crack and strangely, wishing he were free and could fuck me.
But we were fucked but good, and not in a pleasurable way, and we knew it.

To be continued.