Date: Fri, 15 Jul 2016 23:58:44 -0400
From: submissive boy <southernsissysub@gmail.com>
Subject: Tyler's New Life Chapter 1

THE FOLLOWING IS BASED ON TRUE EVENTS.  NAMES AND SPECIFIC PLACES HAVE BEEN
CHANGED TO PROTECT THE NOT SO INNOCENT. THE AUTHOR DOES NOT CONDONE ANY
ACTIVITIES DESCRIBED IN THE STORY, AND REMINDS READERS OF REAL LIFE
CONSENQUENCES, SUCH AS PRISON TIME AND/OR SEXUALLY TRANSMITTED ILLNESS.
PRACTICE KINK IN REAL LIFE SAFELY, SANELY, AND MOST IMPORTANTLY,
CONSENSUALLY.  This is my first submission to Nifty, so if you would like
to provide feedback, I'd love to hear from you @ southernsissysub@gmail.com


Tyler's New Life - Chapter 1
By Sub Boy


	Life had been easy for me, up to that point.  Two loving parents
and a nice house in the burbs of east Tennessee was all I knew; it was
simple, idyllic. My only pressing concerns where having the fastest bike in
the neighborhood or the best Pokemon cards. I wasn't very good at sports or
socializing with boys my age. I was very shy, where the boys of the cul de
sac where loud and boisterous and simply quite intimidating to me.  I loved
playing alone outside, pretending to be one of the main characters of the
recently released Lord of the Rings trilogy, running roughshod all over
alleys and yards of my neighborhood, fearlessly slaying imaginary orcs and
trolls with my stick-sword. My imagination was very active, and the
playland in my head was full of endless possibilities. One day I was a
brave knight, the next I was a cunning princess, determined to escape her
tower prison using her wits and feminine wiles. Switching genders was fun
and seemed harmless, and opened a whole new world of options for playing
pretend.
	I was an eleven year old boy, but in the era before helicopter
parenting, I was left mostly to my own devices without supervision while
both of my parents worked hard, especially during the summer when school
was out. With no one to tell me it was wrong, I saw no reason not to steal
my sister's pink disney princess dress and toy foam butterfly wings (the
kind with shoulder straps you wear as part of a costume) and spend entire
days as a fairy princess; strolling my massive wooded neighborhood, the
fair and beautiful ruler of all I could see.  It was a happy time, one I
still look back on today full of nostalgia.
	Little did I know, however, that my peaceful idyllic life was soon
going to change dramatically. It started when my dad left. My mom told my
sister and I that my father had been unfaithful and they were getting a
divorce. I was very angry with my dad for doing that to my mother, but he
had his reasons, reasons that would become clear to me eventually. In the
meantime things for my mom and my sister and I got steadly worse, the loss
of income from my father's departure triggering a cascade of negative
impacts on our lives. We were unable to afford the house we were living in,
and forced to move to a small apartment in our small town's assisted
housing projects.  Gone was my emerald green forested suburban enclave,
replaced by a rickety apartment complex full of strange people and strange
kids. Shortly after my mom lost her good job as a loan officer at a local
bank, and started working nights as a bartender in a local dive; her only
opportunity for work at the time. She had also begun to drink more and
more.
	It was around this time my uncle Mike moved in with us, ostensibly
to work and help my mother with our ever-growing list of debts and bills,
but little did I know at the time, had also just been released from state
prison for a drug offense. I loved and worshipped my uncle Mikey. He was so
funny and cool and he treated me and my sister maybe not like adults, but
definitely more maturely than we deserved.  Soon I was working hard in
school and doing my chores just for a chance at some more approval from my
uncle and mother.
	What I didn't know was that my uncle was still very much addicted
to drugs, and as soon as he got out of prison he was back on heroin and
meth, dealing both out of our small run down apartment.  I thought it was
strange that all these people were coming and going, bit I had inkling as
to the why they where there or what they're relationship to my uncle and
mother was. From my viewpoint, they would show up, walk to the back bedroom
where my mom and uncle were, and then close and lock the bedroom door
behind them. Then quick as they came, they were out the door and gone
again.
	This went on for quite awhile, with my uncle dealing profecient
amounts of drugs and my mother pretending with us that it wasn't happening,
and we had no idea. Some time passed and before I knew it I was I had made
it to 13 years old. Officially a teenager, but still very small and slight
at 4 foot 10 and a whopping 110 pounds. Because of my difficulty
socializing, I was still rather underdeveloped in that department. I was a
teen and at the age where most boys are starting to notice girls and
discover themselves sexually, but I wasn't doing much of that. No, I had
begun a sexual trajectory of a different kind, though perhaps not
intentionally. I didn't think of myself as gay, but it had been clear to me
for some time that I was different. I noticed girls not as objects of a
sexual desire but something to be admired and a little jealous of. They
were so pretty and their clothes were so much cooler and prettier than my
lame boy stuff. I had been crossdressing in secret for years by then,
slowly stealing little pieces of my sister and mom's wardrobe, until I had
collected a decent amount of both age-appropriate wear for a cute little
girl and sluttier lingerie, worn equal amounts. At about this time I had
also discovered what a treasure trove of porn and filthy material the
internet was, and was absolutely hooked. I would wait for the apartment to
be quiet and sneak out to the living room where I would spend hours eyes
glued to the screen, soaking in all sorts of knowledge that should be off
limits to a preteen boy. I learned about gay sex and man-boy love, which
thrilled me because I finally had words to describe how I felt about
men. But what really caught my eye was the kinky stuff. I eagerly gobbled
up videos and stories about Master/Slave relationships, bondage, whipping,
anything I could get my hands on. I discovered yahoo chat and spent many
hours chatting to other online about my fantasies and what I thought I
would like, although since I had no webcam not many of the pedos seemed
that interested in me, perhaps thinking I was a narc or otherwise somehow
fake. I did learn during this time how to masturbate, but more importantly
I learned how good it felt to have something up my tight round little butt
while I masturbated. I began expiramenting with the handle of a plastic
hairbrush from my bathroom, but one day while on one of my covert closet
raids in my mother's room, I hit the motherlode. A beige plastic vibrating
dildo with a set of what I figured out were nipple clamps and a set of
handcuffs in a purple velvet crown royal bag, hidden in the back of the
closet and seemingly abandoned. In a rush I ran to my bedroom and locked
the door behind me. I put my longish hair up into pigtails and put some
gloss on my lips before stripping down to the panties I was by now wearing
every day under my boy jeans. I put on a pair of black knee high socks and
a green tartan skirt, followed by a white button up shirt that I tied above
my belly button and a lacy black training bra, all stolen from my sister. I
laid down on my bed and began to squeeze and rub my rock hard little boy
dick through the material of my pink and white panties, before sucking one
of my fingers into my mouth and getting it good and slippery before using
it to tease the tight ring of my virginal boy pussy. While I did that I
unbuttoned one of the buttons of my shirt and pulled the cups of the
training bra down, bunching up my chest to almost look like a girl's
breasts before I put the clamps on my nipples, enjoying the pinching and
pulling on my sensitive nubs. But I was forgetting something, the
handcuffs! I picked them up and saw that the key was still in the lock, so
I could easily unlock myself when I was done playing with them. I cuffed my
hands together and tweaked the chain connecting the two nipple clamps. I
was in boy bitch heaven, sliding the small dildo in and out of my ass while
enjoying the feeling of my nipples being pinched, imagining some hot manly
man like my dad or my neighbor Mr. Harris or my history teacher Mr. Parrish
owned the cock rapidly fucking my little girly boy cunt, dominating me,
making me his. My eyes were screwed shut and I was deep in my fantasy world
when I heard a sound at the door.
	"Tyler, you in there, bud? Why is the door locked? Your mom needs
your laundry hamper." It was my uncle mike. I froze in panic, my heart
pounding in my chest.
	"Yeah, uhhh, just a s-sec!" I yelled back. I frantically pulled the
dildo out of my ass and the clamps off my nipples, before flinging them
under my pillow. In the commotion, however, I failed to realize the key for
the handcuffs had slid off my bed and into the crack between it and the
wall. I was looking for the key more scared than I had ever been in my
short life when I heard another sound at the door, this time a more
forceful, persistent pounding.
	"What's going on in there? Are you doing something you shouldn't? I
saw those neighbor kids out on the corner smoking cigarettes, if I come in
and find you smoking you're going to be in deep shit!" but before I could
answer there was a lound SLAM, my uncle having defeated the crappy lock on
my bedroom door with a single kick. "What-WHAT THE FUCK?" Mike exclaimed,
eyeing me up and down while still dressed as a slutty schoolgirl, skirt
ruffled and bunched up in the back, with my shirt still half unbuttoned and
my lips glossy, my hair still in the pigtails. I was mortified. I was sure
my life was over. My uncle was a man's man through and through and surely
he would beat me to death right then and there in my bedroom.
	"M-mike, I uhmm," I started to stutter, struggling to form
words. "Please, it's not what it looks like, let me explain"
	"Explain what, that you're a little sissy who likes to dress up as
a girl?" He took a few steps towards me, causing me to cower even more. My
uncle just smiled at me, more of a leer. His look made me uncomfortable,
but I didn't know why. "More than just a girl, you're a real cockteaser in
that outfit." It was true, my tiny effeminate body looked very natural in
my slutty getup, and with my button nose and thick glossy lips, I didn't
look like a boy at all. I looked like a cock starved preteen girl, and my
uncle was noticing. He took the chain connecting the handcuffs in his hand
and raised it up. "And these?" He chuckled. "Like mother like son I guess."
	"Please, mike, I can't find the key, please help me get out of
these!" I begged pathetically. My uncle just continued to stand there and
stare at me. "Please, I know I'm in trouble, but if you could just help
me-" Just then my uncle Mike slapped me, hard, across the face. I fell to
the floor, my cuffed hands immediately up, rubbing my stinging cheek. I
looked up at him from my knees on the floor, tears in my eyes.
	"Okay, now listen up FAGGOT," He said menacingly, "I've always
known you were a weak little wimp, but I didn't know just HOW much of a
worthless sissy you really are. From now on, you're going to do exactly
what I say, and then MAYBE I'll help you out of those handcuffs and get
cleaned up before your mom comes home. Understand, bitch?" I couldn't
believe how much his demeanor had changed. Gone was my fun uncle and he had
been replaced by this hulking brute of a man who was scaring me to death. I
nodded, and he slapped me again. "I asked you a question bitch, you will
show me the proper respect. You will always answer yes or no and you will
always refer to me as sir. Now, do you understand cunt?" I wiped the tears
out of my eyes with my cuffed hands and meekly responded.
	"Yes sir," I answered dejectedly. I was scared of my uncle and what
he would do to me, which I assumed was going to be violent and horrible.
	"Good girl. So here is how it is going to work from here on
out. You're going to be my little bitch. You're going to dress up whenever
we are alone together and do everything for me a girlfriend would do. If
you're good I will keep your little secret, if you are not I will tell
everyone what a little faggot slut you are and then I will just beat you
and continue to force you to serve me. Your life is going to be very
different from here on out cunt. If you understand and accept your new
place as my little fucktoy you can start by crawling over here on your
knees and getting my cock out. Come on bitch, now." I was frozen. I was
terrified of the repurcussions of everyone finding out, but I was even more
terrified of my uncle. He had already shown that he had no problems getting
violent with me, and I was sure if I tried to resist him it would be even
worse.
	But at the same time, something else was happening to me. I had
just noticed in that moment that my 4 inch little boy dick was still steel
hard. This was everything I had been fantasizing about. My uncle was going
to take me and make me his girl, and make me suck his cock, and probably
even fuck me with it! I decided it would be best if I just did what he
wanted for now. When mom showed I could tell her what about Mike raping me
and she would obviously take my side and that would be the end of
it. Resigned at least for now to my fate, I began crawling on my knees
until I was underneath my uncle's towering frame.
	"Mmmm, yeah, that's a good little boy bitch. You're not going to
give me any problems are you?" He knotted his fingers in my hair and pulled
my head back. "ARE you?"
	"No sir," I answered, not taking my eyes from the considerable
bulge in his pants.
	"Good bitch. Hold on a minute." He reached in the pocket of his
jeans and took out his camera phone and flipped it open. He pointed it at
my face. "Okay, go ahead and take out my cock girl." I gulped and did what
I was told. I brought my cuffed hands up and began to undo his belt. I was
still very scared at this point, but I have to admit I was also
excited. This was the first ever man cock I'd get to see in real life, and
I wanted it. I unzipped his jeans and they fell to the floor, leaving just
his briefs. I reached up and pulled down the waistband, and was smacked in
the face with my uncle's fat cock.  It looked huge. Almost as long as my
forearm and so big around I didn't think I could get my hand around it. He
laughed and got into a stance with his legs slightly spread, the lens of
his phone's camera still trained on my face. "Alright sissy, start with my
balls. Get your tongue on them and get them nice and wet." I did as I
asked, my small pink tongue extended as I gave his hairy nutsack a light
tongue bath. Mike almost purred as I began my work. "Fuck, that's nice
cunt. Go on, give my big cockhead a big kiss." I shivered in pleasure, my
uncles crude words working me into a frenzy. This was it. I gave his
cockhead a kiss before I began to work my tongue around it, feeling the
ridges of the big head and veiny shaft, feeling it unbelieveably get even
longer and harder as I worked it. "Hnng, jesus. Alright that's enough
playing around faggot, get it in your mouth now. Before you do though, look
up at the camera and say, 'I'm uncle Mike's faggot girl and I love it." I
stared up at him, wide-eyed. He wanted me to participate in my own
humilation. I hesitated for a moment and this must have upset Mike, because
he hauled back and backhanded me as hard as he could and I crumpled to the
floor, tasting blood in my mouth. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me
up. "Say it, cunt. Say it or I'll make you really sorry you didn't." I was
sobbing openly now but looked into the lens and quietly whispered,
	"I loving being Uncle Mike's faggot girl."
	"Louder, you piece of shit. And say it right or I will beat your
ass black and blue."
	"I'M UNCLE MIKE'S FAGGOT GIRL AND I LOVE IT!" I practically yelled.
	"Good girl. You need to accept that I own you now, pussy. The only
thing you can do to avoid more pain is to please me and do everything I
say, got it?"
	"Yes sir, I'm your little faggot girl."
	"Good, now get your cocksucker back to work, bitch." He growled as
he slammed the entire length of his big mancock into my tiny little preteen
mouth, hands still wrapped in my hair. I gagged almost immediately but he
didn't seem to mind, thrusting in further and further every time my throat
tried to expel him. He began to saw his thick boysplitter in and out of my
throat brutally, and it was all I could do to keep from suffocating, taking
shallow little breaths when he pulled out. While fucking my face, the tip
of his foot found my hard little boydick and he began to put light pressure
on it while continuing his brutal assault on my crying face. "Yeah, I know
faggot, you love this shit. I knew you did for awhile now, back when I
first saw your online history." I looked up at him, shocked. His eyes met
mine while he used my mouth to jack off. "That's right, bitch. You
surprised? You really should hide your tracks better when you're spending
all your time looking at filthy gay porn.  Some of it surprised me a
little, to be honest, the bondage and the spanking and the interracial
stuff. You like black dicks little girl?" He pulled out of my mouth,
"Answer me." At this point I had reached a sexual frenzy, the light touches
of my boydick had kept me in overdrive for the length of his abuse.
	"Yes sir I love black dicks," I answered almost mechanically,
prepared to say anything as long he kept in me in that state of ecstacy.
	"Well, don't worry, I'm sure we can find you some." he laughed, "I
know what you're thinking bitch, but it's not going to work. I have
internet history of you looking up faggy shit for MONTHS, and what do you
think your mother is going to say when I show her this video of you choking
on my cock and telling me how much you love black dicks and being my faggot
girl? Well, do you really think she is going to believe I forced you? Nah,
she's going to think you are a cock hungry little whore, which is exactly
what you are, bitch." I was openly crying now, coming to realization that
my uncle had me, and I was probably going to be in servitude to him for a
long time. I couldn't go to my mother, he would just show her the video and
all the sites I had been to. Meanwhile while all this was running through
my head my poor little throat was still being violently raped by this man
who I had ever only wanted to please. It seemed I would be pleasing him in
a different way from now on, I thought, just before he ripped his cock out
of throat. "Go and jerk your little girly dick bitch, I know you want
too. Jerk your little clit and beg me for my cum. Make me believe you
really want it." Well, that was going to be easy, because I did. At that
moment in my life I wanted to taste his cum more than I wanted anything.
	"Please uncle Mike sir, please give me your cum. I'm your little
sissy girl and I want to taste your manly cum, please give me your cum and
make me your bitch!  Your whore!  Anything just please give me your cum
sir!" I begged while jacking my little dick, my other cuffed hand with two
finger shoved firmly up my little boy cunt.  This was apparently too much
for my Uncle, who began to groan loudly while emptying shot after shot of
hot man cum all over my face and outstretched tongue.
	"Hold it there, bitch, don't swallow. Cum for me while swallowing
my fucking jizz and thank me for it." And cum I did. I orgasmed harder and
more intensly than I ever had before, shooting my load all over the flood
under us. I dutifully swallowed my uncles load and looked up at the camera.
	"Thank you for your cum sir," I said breathily, coming down from my
intense orgasm. Uncle mike just laughed and wiped his cock clean in my hair
and bent down and unlocked the cuffs with a key I didn't see him
produce. He took the cuffs off and shoved them in a pocket and began to
walk out.
	"Remember the video and the internet history bitch. Remember what
you are and what you are meant for. I own your faggot ass now, you're my
little slave girl from now on. Be ready after bedtime tonight, be sure to
wear something cute." He said and left closing the door behind him, leaving
me on my breathless and on my knees covered in both of our cum. I had no
idea what to expect tonight, but I knew for sure I'd be in something cute
for him. After all, all I've ever wanted it to please my man.

STAY TUNED FOR PART 2