Sex in the Sky

The place I had rented for two weeks was private in all respects. It was high up towards the top of an ancient village, surrounded by empty land and ruins and concealed by a walled courtyard. Just right for nude sunbathing and wandering around naked. I was taking a year out from college to explore some of the world and had gotten as far as this remote Greek island before deciding to stop for longer than just one night.

As soon as I”d got off the ferry I was approached by an army of locals waving signs advertising rooms to rent and it was easy to find one I wanted. I headed straight for the only girl among the touts. Dark haired, slim and with welcoming eyes she asked me quietly if I needed somewhere to stay. She told me it was high up, away from the tourists and that it was cheap. The remoteness sounded inviting to me and I imagined her visiting to make the beds, maybe staying after to unmake them with me too, if you see what I mean.

Then she introduced me to her father and she passed me over to him as if I was a bag of shopping. Before I had a chance to flirt or even ask her name, she was back into the crowd of new arrivals touting for business again. The father grunted something at me in Greek and indicated a truck. As I started to climb up into the back with my rucksack he took my luggage from me and lifted it in as if it weighed nothing. I was mainly full of college books I had yet to read and they weighed a ton. Before he could give me the same treatment I scrambled in, afraid that if he lifted me in his grip I”d be crushed. He was at least six foot, about forty five years old I”d say judging from the flecks of grey in his moustache, but his muscles practically ripped his shirt as he manoeuvred my rucksack into the flat bed.

I smiled as best I could, already worrying about where he was going to take me, and what he might do. I”m pretty tough, I work out and play football, but there was no way I could defend myself against the father should he turn nasty.

But I needn”t have worried. He drove me up through an enchanting village, honking his horn at the locals and waving from the cab. He seemed pleasant enough, and when we reached the house he was as charming as you could wish for. He showed me around, agreed the very low price his daughter had promised, and told me that he could always be found in the village if I needed anything.

Two days later I ran out of water. I had got to know my way around by then and had no trouble tracking him down in the village. I explained that the tap had suddenly run dry and asked what I could do about it. He told me, in broken English, that the house occasionally had this problem but it required him to come and fix it. He would come up in the afternoon, if I could manage until then. We made an arrangement that I would leave the front door open and he could let himself in. He”d only need about ten minutes to do something with the water pump outside and then he”d be off, shutting the doors behind him so I”d know he had been.

That sorted I went back to the house to collect my things for the beach. It was September, the weather was still hot and, coming from the cold climbs of North Yorkshire, I was not used to such heat. It drained my body, emptied me of moisture and, since being in Greece, had led me to understand why the locals took siestas in the hottest part of the day. By the time I”d returned to the house and packed my beach bag it was just after noon and my body was weary. The beach was a mile away and by foot, at that time of day, was a hard slog to get to and from.

I decided that I would go later. Right then I needed a sleep. I could wake up feeling refreshed later in the afternoon and the heat would have died a little. I threw my soaked tee shirt onto the chair and flopped onto the bed. Remembering that the landlord might call I decided to keep my shorts on. He shouldn”t need to come into the bedroom but just in case…

Before long, drowsiness came over me and I felt myself drifting. Far away I could just make out the sound of birds chattering, a goat bleating somewhere on the mountain above and the occasional vehicle passing in the valley far below. Through approaching sleep my mind flashed up images of the daughter wading out of the cool sea, her hair falling long across her shoulders, water dripping from her breasts and running in little streams down her soft, naked flesh. My cock was pressing against the bed beneath me but it would have to wait until I woke up. Maybe I”d have more dreams of her as I slept and would wake with new images I could recall when I beat myself off later.

I don”t know what I dreamt about but whatever it was, it was interrupted by a sound from the next room. I didn”t jump up in panic, I knew it would only be the dad come to fix the water and allowed myself to remain in that half sleep where you know what is going on around you but couldn”t be bothered to do anything about it. Almost paralysed in a numb, contented way. And then I drifted back into afternoon dreams.

I heard breathing in the room; someone was standing behind me, over me and watching me. I heard a quiet cough and ignored it. It was o.k. Only the landlord letting me know he”d finished and was leaving. I heard the rustle of material and a gentle clatter of a belt buckle. The dull thud of boots being kicked off and discarded. More breathing and then the sound of clothing being dropped to the floor.

The mattress beneath me moved as if someone was putting weight on it and I dipped slightly to one side, and then the other. Someone was kneeling at the foot of the bed. But dreams are meant to be like this I thought; real and yet safe. New experiences happen in dreams and, because they”re not real it doesn”t matter. I drifted further into the comfort of sleep feeling only a presence behind me and security that I was in safe hands.

Hands that touched the soles of my feet and slid them to one side, parting my legs gently, and allowing cool air to explore around the tops of my legs where my football shorts hung soft and silky around my thighs. Cooling air that dried the sweat gathering behind my knees and chilled my flesh. I felt my ankles get taken in large rough skinned, wide hands that gripped just tightly enough to pin my legs to the bed. And the hands started to slide upwards, gently massaging my muscles, sending me further into nowhere land and sending shivers of pleasure through my sleeping body. They reached the back of my knees and a strong finger pressed into the flesh there. I”d never felt a sensation like that before, either asleep or awake and it felt good. A stronger, tougher finger joined it and made small circles, all the time pressing and massaging.

And then I felt the hands slide further up until they gripped my upper legs, just below my shorts. The tips of the rough fingers slid in under the material and played on me, one after the other in a slow rhythm, pressing one at a time in sequence. The hands started kneading me there; a little more pressure was applied as they moved higher up under the material until they pressed on the bottom of my cheeks, sliding to the sides as if to feel everything that was there. The hair on the back of my legs was standing up now, something was telling me that this dream was going in the wrong direction and that I should wake up. But another part of me was being lulled, hypnotised by the gentle stroking of rough hands, sending me further into a place I”d never been before and I was enjoying it.

My shorts were being taken down. My cock, still rock hard, was pressing its circumcised head against the waste band, caught there as the shorts were dragged away. My arse lifted of its own accord, freeing my cock and allowing the shorts to be removed completely. I felt the hands start at my ankles again, slowly sliding up the back of my legs until they held one cheek apiece. There they paused, holding my arse in a strong, not to be resisted, grip.

Something made me part my legs further. I don”t know if I did that or if the unseen dream-force moved them but they spread. And I knew that the hands were spreading the crack of my arse and opening it to the afternoon air and allowing the unseen visitor to get a full view of my flesh, my light blonde hair covering the white, smooth skin that gave way to a darker recess where my tight hole was now being watched.

And then these big hands were on my sides, holding me by the hips as two powerful thumbs rolled and massaged my arse cheeks, pulling me open and then pushing me closed as I felt myself being lifted from the bed. This inside of my legs brushed against something else, something new. I felt coarse hairs scrape at my skin as I was pulled back and up, felt hard muscles against my inner thigh while all the time the vice like grip that controlled me allowed no resistance, and yet the grip was gentle and careful.

I realised something. Through my sleep I knew what was going on and I knew that I should wake up. But I also knew that it was too late. I stood no chance of escape even if I was awake. Asleep I could imagine that this was still a dream and that this was not happening.

But when I felt breath on my arse cheeks I knew it was happening. I kept my eyes closed and I kept still. Allowing him, as it was definitely a him, to do whatever he was going to do. It didn”t matter; I was asleep so this was not happening.

The breath suddenly became warm and moist and I felt the rough hair of a moustache above a pair of soft lips. I was being kissed, first on one side and then the other. The hands had drawn me up to a face, my balls hung free in the air and my cock stuck out into the empty space beneath me. And I felt the kisses turn to licking, a smooth, hot tongue was drooling across the light furriness of my backside, pausing now and then to kiss. And to take a gentle bite. Teeth in a powerful jaw dug into me just enough to tell me that resistance would lead to pain; compliance would result in something more rewarding. I could not resist. I knew who this was and I had seen his strength. I realised that asleep or awake I belonged to the dad now, and that was that.

My thoughts were interrupted. The mouth and the moustache had moved, centred in on my crack, right at the top. And they were now moving downwards. My heart raced, I knew where he was going. My crack was pushed wide by the rough stubbled chin and the heat from its scratching was intensified by the heat from the mouth that licked and bit as it pushed harder against me. Until I felt something press against my hole. It clamped up tight, nothing had touched it before and its reaction was instinctive. I felt something wet and hard jab at it, a tongue, but still it resisted.

Until the tongue stopped jabbing and its action became one slow, gentle, wet push. In a circular motion it nudged cautiously against the tight puckered flesh of my hole, teasing it, tempting it to give in. My heart raced on, knowing that I wanted to give in but not knowing how to make my body obey. And then I stopped worrying. I realised that my body would obey, it had no choice but to give in to the tough, experienced action of the older body that controlled it. And once I realised that I felt my sphincter relax and his tongue slid into me.

I couldn”t help but moan as I felt the heat and force of that tongue as it tickled my insides. Parts of me that had never been touched before reacted to his probing and sent signals to my brain. I pushed back, my body pushed back, of its own accord, wanting now to see what it felt like to have him reach further up into me. His stubble rubbed against me, between my arse and my balls and my flesh there burned red hot as it scraped. Above his hot mouth his moustache pricked at me and his nose dug into the top of my crack. And all the time his hands held my hips and his fingers plied at my inexperienced flesh.

I don”t know how long he kept his tongue in me, how long he feasted on my innocent arse with his mouth, but I knew that I didn”t want him to stop. Not until my cock, now painful, had spat and emptied my balls. But his mouth released me and my hole contracted as his tongue slipped out. My insides felt wet, warm and for the first time I was aware of what lay within me. But the grip on my hips did not lessen. Instead it pulled me higher, lifting my arse up and towards the furriness of the man who knelt behind me.

Up until I pressed against his hairy flesh and felt the downy hair of my arse tangle with the coarse fleece of the older man”s strong thighs. And then something was lying against my crack. Something solid, thick and awesome rested there. And something soft and large swung against my balls. I felt his balls touch mine, sending a sliver of electricity up and into my cock head. They felt so huge against me and I felt so inadequate, immature, inexperience. I did not know what to do but I knew that he did, and that was o.k. He would take care of me.

Our balls rubbed together, his firming up while mine hung low and heavier with the juice that was gathering there. His hips circled, pressed and the solid shaft of meat that lay heavy against my arse slipped up and down through my crack. Each time it slipped a little lower and each time his thumbs pulled back on my cheeks, opening them a fraction further. Until I could feel his hard shaft press against my moist hole, teasing it as it slid over it, dragging his big balls with it until they brushed over my sphincter and his cock head dribbled dampness on the small of my back. And then down again until his balls rubbed against mine and the sticky, hot head of his cock touched my hole for the first time.

His thumbs parted my cheeks, spreading them wider then ever before, and his hands gripped my hips with more force. His cock head pressed into my tight hole and I willed it to open up and allow this man inside. It resisted, he pressed harder, I felt his wet cock head open my hole a fraction. His cock felt like a steel bar as it pushed against my resistance. I tried to relax. He tried to enter. My arse resisted. But it lost the battle.

With a gut wrenching, searing hot scream my sphincter was forced open and the thick mass of flesh pushed its way in. My hole tried to tighten but only made itself tighter for him. Now his head was in, there was no stopping him. My resistance spurned him on and he entered me with one slow, endless push that drove the wind from my lungs and the pain from my arse.

I felt his balls bang up against mine and felt him rest there. My heart raced on my body adjusted to the pain. He took a pause; my breathing calmed and my muscles relaxed. All the way up inside of me I could feel the thick, pulsating shaft of the man”s cock and I gripped it, tightened my sphincter around it and then let it relax. Doing this gave me back some control and my body quickly learned that this was o.k. I didn”t need to resist anymore. He was in me and I was his.

He started to draw it out of me, I felt his swollen head drag back along my insides, sliding along the lining until the ridge of the head pulled back against the inside of my sphincter. But there was no release, he did not leave. Instead he drove back down on me again, pushing himself back to the hilt and ramming against something inside of me that shot stabs of pleasure to my cock and made it jerk. And then he was pulling back again, all the time his strong hands held me around the waist and his powerful thumbs pummelled my soft cheeks. He thrust back in and his balls slapped up against mine with such force that I felt them bounce painfully. And the force of his thrust lifted up my hips, pressed my head deeper into the mattress.

And then his hands moved. He had me pinned to the bed, my arse up in the air and my cock hanging free beneath. He grabbed my chest with both hands, gripping me in a bear hug from behind and, with a low growl, pulled me up and back into his lap.

I could not control the noise I made then as I felt myself fall back, impaled on his spear of a cock as he sat me on him. It felt like his shaft would reach into my chest as I felt my arse spread wider and his cock buried itself deeper than it had so far. His arms wrapped around my chest and for the first time I opened my eyes. I saw his hairy forearms, thick with muscles, strong and dark. The hands that had held me were huge, fingers long and the skin rough. But they were protecting me. He rested me there, pressed me against his broad, hairy chest and kissed the back of my neck. I could feel his heart pound through his ribcage and knock against me, could feel his furry chest brush against the smoothness of my back and I felt safe.

Safe enough to lift myself up until his cock was once again only just inside of me. And then I slid down on it, controlling the speed, letting myself get fucked at my own pace. Felt him enter all the way until my balls, tiny in comparison, were pushing down on his. And then I wriggled a little, with him buried inside me, squeezed my sphincter, learning how to give him pleasure before I lifted again, and then sat slowly down on that arse splitting tool and swallowing all of him inside me.

He let me do this a few more times before he remembered he was in charge. He bent me back on the bed, on all fours and pulled himself right out of me without warning. My hole snapped shut and I gasped. Before I had a chance to realise what he was doing he had spun me around, dragged my legs over his and lifted me up. My cock rubbed against the hair on his chest and then his stomach as he held me beneath the arms, lowered me down until his cock head was touching my hole again. And then, as if he was simply putting me down, he slid me over his shaft. He continued to hold me under my arms as if I was a dummy and used all of my body to wank himself with. Lifting me up without effort and then dropping me sharply onto his cock. Each drop down sent a spurt of pleasure up inside me, made me grunt, made my balls slap against the thick bush of fur that matted at the base of his shaft. I had to hold onto him, my arms fell around his neck and I clawed at his iron-like shoulders. His hands slipped up and around my back so that we were hugging, and still he gripped me, slid his hands down to my hips again and lifted me from there.

Lifted me up the full length of his shaft until his head was almost out of me. Then pushed me down again so that my insides were filled with his thick, swollen man cock, his huge head pushing against something inside of me that sent new sensations to my cock. My balls tightened further now, almost vanished inside of me as my cock started to itch deep down below. He lifted me, slammed me onto him, lifted, slammed, impaled me, faster and harder each time. I clung onto his back and smelled the sweat that now poured from him, felt his damp hairy chest slither against mine, felt his vice like grip on my waist as he pounded me. My knees gripped tighter around his solid body as I was slammed down onto him in a quickening rhythm.

He grew even fatter inside of me, his cock threatened to rip my insides and he started to grunt. His face pressed into my shoulder, his nails digging into my sides. My cock rubbed against his bushy stomach, harder, rougher, getting sore, getting close. He lifted, pounded, and used my slight young body to wank his thick, dark cock. I clawed at his fur; he dug into my smooth skin as he slammed me down.

And then he just held me there, pushed my hips down onto his lap, kept me there as my balls gave up and started to release the juice that they had been building up. His face pushed mine off his shoulder; he looked me in the eyes. His mouth clamped down against mine and he bit on my lips. His tongue forced its way into me as my cum forced its way out of me. I felt it slip through my cock and spurt out into the dark hairs on his stomach. I felt it jerk against his older flesh and splatter him. And, at the same time I felt his cock swell inside of me, well and then jerk. He grunted into my mouth, pressed me into him, grabbed my arse with both of his hands and pulled my arse cheeks so wide I could feel the skin stretch. His tongue thrashed around in my mouth and his cock exploded deep in my gut. A hot wave of cum hit me deep inside, I felt it sear against my flesh in there, it almost winded me. And then another, stretching my guts as it fought for space inside my tightly packed hole. I spurted onto his furry chest again, and he shot another load up my smooth insides. His hips convulsed, thrust up to me as another spurt splattered out and into me, and my balls spat out over him once more. I cried out, tears starting to drip from my screwed up eyes, I heard him growl, felt him shake as he pressed me down around he soaked cock that was blasting within. My grip on him tightened, I hugged him, felt the strength in his back as he jerked again and again.

I lean forward and lick it off. I taste it on my tongue then remember the taste and again I realize it doesn’t taste bad at all. I lean forward to lick it again when…SLAP. Master slaps my cheeks hard.

“Did I tell you, you could lick it again bitch?” Master asks me gruffly.

Rubbing my cheek, I answer, “No Master, I’m sorry.”

“Put your fucking hand down on I will give you something to rub bitch,” he tells me in that voice that scares me so. “Now, if you want to suck my cock, you will have to do something for me. My friend Jack, you know, the one you were kissing like you were a fucking girl? He came over because I told him, I had met a little faggot that he might like to spend some time with. I really wasn’t going to do it, was just going to tease him a little but you acted like you liked him so fucking much, I have changed my mind.”

I think about Jack, he was over 6′, strong build, black hair and a heavy stubble covering his face. He seemed rather nice to me, not near as mean as Master, I think. Maybe this might be my way out of this.

“Would you like that boy?” Master asks.

“I want to do whatever pleases you Master,” I reply.

“Suck my cock slowly bitch as I think it over, and do not embarrass me in front of my friends if you know what is good for you,” he tells me.

I lean over and take his cockhead in my mouth. My tongue worships it, trying to make it feel so good. My tongue brushes lightly under his cock head. I suck it deep in my mouth then start sliding it in and out. I try to take more on each downstroke. Really I like the way it feels in my mouth and I concentrate on sucking it as good as I can. Love the feel of his cock in my mouth when its all juicy.

His hand pulls my head from his cock. “You love it don’t you bitch?” he asks of me and when I nod yes he rubs his juicy cock all over my cheeks. “You faggots always make the best cocksuckers, now take it all for me boy.”

I put his cock back in my mouth and start sucking on it, taking more and more of it till I feel it against my throat. I relax knowing I have done this and push my head down harder. Suppressing the urge to gag, I let it into my throat. I feel his hands on my head.

“That’s a good girl,” he says.

Realize he called me a girl but not really concerned as I push it in deeper. Can feel it in my throat, but breathe through my noise, and keep it there.

“I think Jack really likes you bitch. I wasn’t going to let him at you, you see Jack likes to get a little rough. He isn’t a nice guy like me,” he says sarcastically.

My mind spinning thinking he can’t possibly be worse than Master. I start moving up and down, letting his cock slide into my throat each time. I can feel his hand at my throat, feeling his cock through my neck.

“I bet you would like him to fuck you wouldn’t you faggot?” he asks me. “Well, I won’t let him bitch. I don’t just give up virgin cunt for nothing.” He holds my head deep on his cock. “But I will give him your cock and balls, that is what he really wants anyway,” he tells me in that hypnotic voice. “He really doesn’t think it right that they are wasted on faggots and that faggots should regret having them.”

This is getting scary quickly as I try to move off his cock a little but he keeps it buried deep in my throat. Thoughts run through my mind what he might want to do for me and it all distracts me from thinking about the cock in my mouth and Master notices.

He pulls my head off his cock again and looks at my wet face. “Don’t think I want my cock in your mouth right now,” he says laughing.

Wondering what he is talking about when…WHACK!!!

SCREAMMMMMMMMMMMMMSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!

I double up on the floor, my balls hurting so much. I look up to see Jack standing there and realized he had kicked me in the balls as I kneeled down in front of Master. I look at Master and he is just sitting there, detached from the scene.

Jack grabs me by the hair and starts pulling me towards the door that leads to the dungeon. The pain in my balls still so bad.

“No please, Master, please don’t let him take me there, please, please,” I beg as I’m being dragged across the floor. “I will do anything for you, Master, anything, please don’t do this.”

Master doesn’t even answer. We reach the door and he leads me down the stairs, I almost fall several times as he makes me crawl down the stairs, catching me by the hair when I stumble. He slams the door behind us and I realize that Master is going to leave me alone with him. I’m so scared. He pushes me into the middle of the floors.

“Strip bitch,” he tells me.

I take off my sandals and then the blouse as he stands there looking at me. Then I slide the hiphuggers down and step out of them. I go to take me thong off but he tells me to leave it on.

“Boy, I’ve been gay my whole life and faggots like you make it so tough on the rest of us,” he tells me.

“But Sir…”, I start to say wanting to explain that I’m not really like this.

“Shut the fuck up bitch,” he tells me.

“I don’t know why you don’t just put fucking dresses on and get it over with rather than making other gay men have to live down the way you act,” he preaches to me. “I always think if I can make one more of you bitches admit what you really are, it makes it easier for the rest of us.” He continues, “Now if you can convince me that you really want to be a cunt and not a boy maybe we can get through this without too much trouble. Look at you, standing there, not a hair on your faggot body, a pair of girls thongs on, what a pathetic sight,” he says staring intently at me.

I want to tell him what Master has done to me, that he has it all wrong but I can’t say anything, I just stand there my eyes to the floor.

“Take your panties off cuntboy,” he tells me.

I slide my panties down and step out of them. He grabs my hair and pulls me over to a medical chair like a gynecologist would have and orders me into it. I get up in the chair and his grabs my ankles and puts them in the stirrups and then fasten them tightly with leather straps on the stirrups. Then he grabs my wrists and fasten them to the armrests. Next, my head is pulled back and a collar is fastened around my neck fastening me to the back of the chair. Then a wide leather strap is fastened around my waist. I try moving and can barely move anything.

“Please Sir, please don’t hurt me,” I beg of him, “I will do anything you ask, you don’t need to hurt me Sir. Please??”

He leans over me, looking in my eyes, then leans down and kisses me lightly.

“Sweetie, you don’t understand, I like hurting you. Your cries are music to my ears, the more you beg, the more I want to hurt you,” he tells me, the look on his face cold and impassioned. “You really must be taught that faggots like you deserve to be treated as others want.”

He moves over to a table and hits a button that starts reclining the chair I’m strapped into. It continues tilting back till I’m flat on my back and my legs are pointing to the ceiling. When it stops reclining, the movement changes and the stirrups start separating, spreading my legs wide apart. I raise my head and look down and see my cock and balls laying there so exposed. Oh god, no, I think to myself.

“Please Sir, please don’t hurt me, please, I’m not really a faggot, Mike is making me do this,” I plead, trying anything to keep him from me. He stands there looking at me.

“We both know what you are boy,” he says after moving over near my reclined head. “You just don’t believe it yet, but you will.”

He moves away and I watch as he moves down between my legs. See him standing there looking at my cock and balls. He reaches down and puts his fingers around my scrotum pulling my balls down into their sacs.

“Too bad you have these boys, we both know you wish you had a cunt, don’t you bitch?” he asks me as he tugs my balls firmly.

“Please Sir, please,” I beg him as sincerely as I can. Tears in eyes.

He pulls on my balls hard, stretching them out. Feels like he is trying to pull them off.

“I asked you a question bitch,” he snarls at me.

“YES, yes, I wish I had a cunt,” I cry out to him. He releases the pressures on my balls as I moan from the pain.

“Strange, bitch, it really didn’t sound like a bitch asking answering me,” he says to me, “maybe you need another ball adjustment.”

“NO, NO,” I answer trying to sound more feminine. “I wish I had a cunt,” I say in as sexy a voice as I can muster.

“Better bitch, you will learn to accept the fact that you aren’t really a man at all, but just a flaming fag,” he says as he squeezes my balls hard.

“OWWWWWWWW, oh god, it hurts,” I cry out.

He moves over to the bench and comes back with a leather parachute that fastens around the balls and has 3 silver chaings leading down to a metal ring. He fastens it around my balls, trapping them under the parachute. He moves over to bench and picks up a white rope and comes over and ties it to the ring on the parachute. Then he moves over and puts the rope over a metal bar about 6 feet from me, and about level with my waist. Then I see him go pick up a metal weight that looks like it weighs about 5 pounds and ties the white rope to it and then lays the weight on a table near the bar. I realize what will happen if he drops the weight.

He walks over beside me and I look up at him. SLAP!! I cry out as he slaps me hard. I look up at him. Why did he do that? SLAP!! He slaps my other cheeks hard.

“You fucking asshole, you don’t even know how lucky you are to have Mike choose you to be his fagboy,” he almost shouts at me. “When you walk out of here, I hope you will have learned.”

“I promise I will do anything you ask Sir, I promise, I promise,” I beg of him.

“Didn’t sound like a flaming fag to me boy,” he says as he walks back to the table and picks up the weight and holds it where I can see it.

“I’m a fagboy, I’m a fagboy,” I shout out in as fem as voice as I can work up. I watch as the weight falls from his hand then it hits me. “SCREAMMMMMMMSSSSSSSS.” It feels like my balls are being pulled off. He comes back over me, my head moving from side to side, trying to make the pain stop but it doesn’t.

I feel him grab my head and turn it sideways and he pushes his hard cock into my mouth. He unzipped himself and took it out sometime. “Hurts doesn’t it you little fucker, now suck my cock,” he orders me.

I suck him as the pain tears at my balls. It starts to feel like they are getting almost numb. He presses my head into his jeans, forcing his cock into my throat. I gag momentarily but not given a choice, find his cock buried in my throat. ‘I’m going to own you someday boy,” he says to me as he fucks my mouth, “I will break you,” he says as he presses his cock as deep as he can get it.

He jerks his cock from my mouth and walks over and picks up a wooden ruler and walks back over to me. I look down, can see my balls stretched straight out from my body, my cock laying softly towards me.

“How come your cock isn’t hard, faggot?” he asks. “Your cock should always be hard when you are being worked. Maybe I need to wake it up.”

Crying hard, the pain in my balls so intense. I watch as he lifts the ruler and brings it down hard on my soft cock. I cry out in pain. Then again and again he hits my cock. My screams fill the room but know no help will come remembering Master telling me the room was soundproof. Finally, he stops and I lay there crying, sobbing loudly as the pain in my cock and balls is so overwhelming. He moves down to the table and picks up the weight and places it back on the table. My sobbing doesn’t stop as I lay there crying.

He leans over me whispering in my ear. “Someday, I will open up your cunt. I will open you up so wide I will be able to look inside you and know that you are mine and I can do anything I wish to you. Maybe I will have you like this at a party,” he continues. “But your cunt will be opened wide open with some surgical toys I have. We can use your cunt for an ashtray for my guests.”

“Now, tell me what Mike is going to see when we go upstairs bitch,” he asks me.

“A flaming faggot Sir, I will act as fem and gay as I can, I promise,” so scared of him hurting me more.

“Before we go back upstairs, I really have to piss, you don’t mind, do you?” he asks as he moves up near my head.

I realize what he expects. Oh god, how can I do that? But what will he do, if I don’t, I think, not wanting to even imagine. I watch as he takes his cock out of his jeans.

“Ask me for it faggot,” he says quietly.

I’m so scared and hear myself saying, “Will you pee in my mouth Sir?”

“You want to drink my piss sweetie, is that what you want,” he asks making it sound so nasty.

Tears run down my face, “Yes Sir, I want to drink your piss,” I say so humiliated.

“When we go upstairs, you will ask Mike for the privilege of being able to drink his piss whenever he needs to go, won’t you bitch?” he informs me.

“Yes Sir,” I tell him. He reaches down and takes the parachute off my balls and he puts some lub on my cock and balls and starts rubbing them. Before long my little cock is rock hard and he is jacking me off. He doesn’t stop and I cry out loudly as I cum in the palm of his other hand. It felt so good.

He lifts his hand to my face. “Open up faggot,” he commands.

When I open my mouth, he pours my cum into my mouth, I can taste my cum and swallow it and my tongue wipes off the drips on my lips and then he turns his hand over and I lick the rest of the cum from it. It’s the first time I have ever tasted my cum, have a feeling it won’t be the last time. I feel so humiliated after coming off the high of cumming.

“Now to wash it down bitch,” he says as he moves closer and slides his soft cock into my mouth. First a drop, then another, and soon I am swallowing his piss as fast as I can, trying not to choke. He pisses for a long time, finally ending and I find myself sucking to make sure that I have all his piss. “Very good bitch, Mike will be so proud of you.”

The piss tastes so bad in my mouth. I cannot believe that I let another man piss in my mouth and I drank it all. And, I know I am expected to ask Master to serve as his toilet and know that he will use me. Lay there, all the thoughts of what I have become, racing through my mind.

“It’s ok faggot,” he tells me. “It is how faggots like you are used by real men.” He starts releasing me and finally I am free and I stand up. Reach down and rub my balls, they still hurt a lot. He comes up behind me, turning me, and kissing me deeply. “Once I own you, I will have to decide whether I will let you remain a man or not, bitch, and one day, I will own you,” he tells me.

I shutter when he says that but just look down at the floor.

“Here put these on,” he tells me handing me a pair of orange hotpants.

They are a lycra type material and I tuck my cock between my legs and pull them up. They fit me skin tight and makes my ass look so cute I think when I look in a mirror. Then he tells me to lift my arms and he slides this white sweater type material down over my arms then around my pecs. Realize it about 4″ wide and he adjusts it over my chest like a girl might wear it. It’s fluffy white and looks so very feminine. I look at myself in the mirror and realize I do look like a sissy faggot. He hands me some white slippers with 2″ heels and little fluffy balls on the top of the shoe. I put them on and look at myself in the mirror.

“Tell me what you see,” he tells me.

I look in the mirror and see the flaming fag standing there. The taste of piss and cum remains in my mouth. I look at my crotch, it looks as smooth as a girls. “A sissy faggot Sir,” I tell him softly in a very feminine voice.

He moves behind me, both of looking at me in the mirror. “You will try hard to keep Mike happy if you are smart,” he tells me. “Of course, I hope he tires of you quickly.” He bites my neck, making me moan. “Wish I was the one that could get your cherry, but I know I could never afford it,” he tells me, “but I will have you sooner or later and then your life will see many changes bitch, you can believe that.”

I moan as he rubs his cock against my ass. “Time for us to go upstairs bitch. If they don’t see profound changes in your behavior, I will remember, and you will pay someday,” he threatens and I don’t doubt him at all.

He grabs my hand and I smile at him like I really like what I have become. When he leads me, I walk just likes the fags in the video and my voice is totally different. What have I become, I think to myself as we go up the stairs.

Find out in Chapter 3