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Disclaimer: If you are easily offended by blatant sexual stories, are under 18, or have a heart condition, don’t read this. If it is illegal in your state to possess this literature, then don’t possess. All within is pure fiction - I guess.

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When I awoke in the morning, Buck was heading to the bathroom. I took the alone time to examine the cuff and chain attached to my ankle. It was definitely a solid device and it had certainly been used before. The idea of that scared the hell out of me for some reason. I looked over the bra and panties I was still wearing and thought about how humiliating I had to look.

Buck came back and was still nude. I tried not to look at him, but I told him I needed to go to the bathroom as well. He old me to go ahead and I found that the chain went just far enough. By the time I was finished, the chain appeared longer and I was led to the kitchen area. I was asked if I could cook and when I told him I was pretty good at it, I was ordered to fix him breakfast. I was told I would eat later and to only fix enough for himself.

I took the time to ask about what he planned on doing with me, but he told me that he had already said what to expect the night before. He warned me about accepting rides from strangers and smiled as he told me that I would be enjoying myself. Just before the eggs were done, Buck came up to me with two pills in his hand. I looked at them and in a halting manner, I took them from him. When I asked him what they were he reached out and twisted my left nipple.

“They’re gonna make these tiny things a lot bigger. Down the hatch boy.”

I put them in my mouth and washed them down with water. I asked how long it took them to start working and he told me I would be able to see a difference within a week. He said it in such a confident manner that I knew he wasn’t lying. I began wondering just what kind of a drug could work that fast to do something so odd. But as I served up the bacon and eggs I had fixed my captor, I noticed I was a little intrigued over the thought of having my own boobs to play with when alone.

Buck sat at the kitchen table, turned his chair outward a little and grabbed his crotch. “Come over here Billy, and start sucking for your breakfast.”

When I saw he was hard for me yet again, I knew I had no choice in the matter. I went over to him and went to my knees. I scooted forward to get between his legs, took his cock In my hand, and bent him towards my mouth. He told me to take my time and as I went about the business of fellating him, I began trying to figure out if I was sucking him to earn my food or if he meant he would be feeding me himself.

Whatever he meant, I had decided to go with the program as much as I possibly could to earn my freedom. But the more I thought about it, I realized I just couldn’t allow him to cum in my mouth on my own. I tried to figure out a way to get the job done in a way that would be satisfactory to both of us, but nothing came to mind. Before I knew it, I saw what I was doing to him. I had somehow distanced myself from the slow bobbing my head was doing over his rigid cock, and even had begun rubbing his balls as if I was a cheap whore. Several times I was cautioned to slow down so he could finish his breakfast.

In the light of day I was getting my first real look of a man’s cock close up. He was so hard and straight, and the skin was tight and smooth. I noticed that the tip of his cock seemed extremely sensitive. And the heat that radiated from the shaft made everything so real to me. I experimented a little to understand what seemed to work the best so if I had to I would be able to end things quickly. I guess I succeeded in finding what got him really horny because he pushed on the top of my head and told me to stay on his balls for a while.

Buck asked me while he ate if I thought I would be staying with him after the three days and I shrugged my shoulders. I had no such plan, but I didn’t want to tip my hand so early. That was when he chose to give me the bad news. He expected me to please a couple of his friends later in the day. He complimented me on my ability to suck cock and told me I would be fine with his friends. I was informed that no one would ever hurt me as long as I was his property and that if I decided to stay that “doing” his friends would be part of the deal. As a matter of fact, if I decided to stay I would have to acknowledge Buck as my owner for whatever length of time I agreed to stay with him.

All his perverted talk was having an eerie effect on me. I was growing very horny as I sat between another man’s legs, sucking on his balls, and on top of everything else, I felt my crotch and found myself as limp as I had been the night before. I had never been horny and soft ever in my past, and I was trying to figure out what was going on when I heard Buck pushed his plate to the rear of the table. His hands went to the back of my head, he slid forward and relaxed his back some, and then he began controlling my head. I found my head being guided over his shaft and I understood that the real blowjob was to begin and started working on the most sensitive part of his organ; that smooth mushroom head of his.

Something in me began falling under his spell and soon I was allowing him to freely manipulate my head and mouth just the way he wanted it. But when I thought about him cumming, I freaked out and pulled away.

“Please,” I asked, “don’t cum in my mouth again. That’s so nasty.”

Buck gave his little laugh of denial. “You suck my cock the way I tell you. If I want to cum in your ear, I will.”

I looked up at him and paused again. “I can’t do that. You’re going… to have to… help me then.”

He applauded my honesty and told me he was all too happy to force himself on me at the end. I was going to ask that he at least not make me swallow it, but in my own aroused state, I decided against it. I had already solicited his help, so I decided to leave it up to him and what he could get me to do. One way was just as nasty as the other, almost, so giving him his choice was another bargaining chip in my corner.

I think the thing that really soothed my mind was the bizarre knowledge he embedded in my mind as he worked himself into a frenzy. He told me to loosen up and enjoy myself because no one I knew would ever find out what I was doing. I could live through giving a blowjob, but it was really only the fear of being found out that sent my phobia of being a cocksucker to the point of unacceptability. Understanding that anything that happened, including wearing woman’s underwear at the moment would never be known made it easier to loosen up and accept my fate.

It was at that moment when he had just taken a really good grip of my head that a new fight started in my mind. I heard the front door open and I became aware that someone was behind me. I tried to end my humiliation, but Buck was waiting for my fight and put an end to it immediately. The person came around to the side of us to watch and I was told to wave hello to Bobby. Bobby made it clear by his words of salutations that I wasn’t the first person he had seen in this predicament. It took a coupe of minutes for Buck to get me settled down, but when I saw having an audience to my degradation had no effect on what was going to happen to me, I finally gave up and pretended the man didn’t exist.

Buck had gotten his rhythm back and was beginning to moan. Bobby told me a lot when he asked my oral rapist if I was the newest member of the Tranny Club. My mind flashed back to the cap Buck had on his dashboard with the letters TTC on the brim. And then I remembered how he had explained it away as a club cap. I didn’t know a lot about trannys, but I did know they were called that while transitioning from male to female. Suddenly, all the questions Buck had asked of me pertaining to becoming a female took on a greater relevance.

All that aside, the job at hand was to the point of the greatest abject humiliation a guy could endure. I was about to be used as a cum receptacle and in front of a total stranger. Buck stood up and took my mouth along with him. Bobby was getting enthralled watching this all happening to me. I wanted to die over my embarrassment. But lack of air was putting everything else behind it. Buck was shoving his cock into me so deeply on every thrust that I was literally fearing it going into my throat and totally cutting off my airway. I flailed around trying to detach myself from his shaft, but he was getting spurred on by his friend to “train” me. Buck quickly began demanding me to relax and accept my fate. He began coaching me on what I had to do to accept his load without getting hurt, and soon I was taking every suggestion as if it were my lifeline.

I had finally gotten to a point where I was controlling my gagging and had found a way to keep my throat relaxed. Buck took one last push into me and then kept the pressure of his cock head plugged tightly against the entrance to my throat. I fought to hold still to get control of my natural reflexes and I knew I was waiting for the inevitable. Then I felt that first shot of cum seep quickly so deeply into my throat that it was like I had swallowed it on my own. I felt like a urinal forcing myself to hold still while this man relieved himself directly into my throat. Our single member audience was congratulating my tormentor on his performance, and then his words went to my efforts.

I felt like I was about to black out just as he removed himself. It seemed like his cock head almost popped out of my throat when he pulled away from me. I leaned over trying to both gasp for air and to heave his sperm out of my mouth, but he had successfully fed me his entire load. I couldn’t hack up a bit of the cum he had forced into me. Bobby took note of that and high-fived Buck over his winning control of me.

While I kept my head down trying to keep from having to face this new guy, I heard Buck telling the man that he had just acquired me the night before and that things were going rather smooth. He pointed out how no one would be looking for me and how he knew I would be deciding to go along with the program. Bobby commented positively on my long hair and thin body style, and added that I would make a very profitable addition to Buck’s income. That was when Buck decided to lay down the law to me and tell me what I could expect over the next three days.

I was literally hoisted into a chair to face the two men while they both told me how the “tranny training program” worked. It turned out that I was far from the first young male captured and turned into a working tranny. Bobby told me how Buck was an expert at finding young men that seemed to harbor a penchant for wanting to explore the other gender. They agreed that I looked like a very capable specimen and that my disgust of performing for men was surely just an act of bravado. Bobby assured me that Buck had what it took to change my mind in that respect.

Several times I tried to ask questions but was hushed. Facing two men towering over me and sitting before them still dressed in the girls underwear made me feel very effeminate. Bobby even reached towards me and roughly twisted my nipples through the cups of the bra and told me I was going to really make a fine girl. Then he asked Buck if he could take a shot at me. My head spun to watch for his answer and a simple nod of his head had Bobby grabbing me by my arm to drag me off to the bedroom. Buck gave him a warning not to bruise me and suddenly I was being dragged along looking back towards Buck to save me. I had decided to go along with what he wanted, but I seriously didn’t think I was going to be simply handed over to another man for his use of me as well.

Bobby threw me to the back and began taking off his pants and underwear. I tried to utter words of contempt over what he thought he could do to me, but it didn’t have any effect on him. When I saw his cock, I wanted to die all over again. I had mixed feelings so prolific that I almost couldn’t handle the emotions. One thought was over the fear of having to suck off another man, and then as I saw how hard he was I was again intrigued by the fact that a man was hard for me. What was it about me that was turning these men on so quickly? And an even harder question for me to come to terms with was, why was my body betraying me with this feeling of lust roiling inside my crotch?

Bobby walked onto his knees and pinned me to the bed by sitting on my stomach. He pushed the bra up and ripped it off my body. It felt good having it removed, but then he started rubbing my chest and pinching my nipples. He told me how he loved seeing tits develop on a “new girl” and couldn’t wait to feel mine coming in. I felt his precum getting smeared over the bottom of my chest and looked at his cock. His wasn’t nearly as thick as Buck’s, but it was longer with a much thinner head to it. When Bobby saw me checking it out, he informed me that he would probably be the guy teaching me to deep throat for other men because of his shape and skill at doing so. I told him I could never do that. Actually, I had never gotten a girl to deep throat me and had come to the conclusion that it was just a sexual myth.

He slid forward and menaced my mind with a second man’s cock. I had just been introduced to the first one less than twelve hours ago, yet I had already given three blowjobs to that one, and now I had a second one to perform on. My mind was reeling in opposing thoughts over whether this was something sick and twisted, or just nasty and titillating. Either way, I sure didn’t want to give the appearance of liking this being done to me. I twisted under the weight of his body and fought to keep him from penetrating my mouth. But he made a grab for my mouth and held my jaw still in one hand while using his fingers to pry my mouth open. The other hand kept his cock aimed at me and when I was prepared, he pushed forward again to place himself between my lips.

Once he was in me, I had no choice but to settle down. I feared hurting him more than I did of being used by him, and soon he was establishing a steady rhythm of humping away at me. It seemed like his main ambition was more to humiliate and embarrass me than to get off. I knew that somehow this man was in cahoots with Buck and that he was going to continue being part of my torment, so all I could do was try to fight him as little as I found necessary.

His torture went on for several minutes until I heard Buck talking just out of my limited sight. I couldn’t make out what was being said because my ears were pinned between his thighs, but suddenly Bobby lifted up and scooted backwards. The next thing I knew, I was being yanked towards the middle of the bed by my ankles. I heard the chain falling into itself at the foot of the bed and then Buck told Bobby to, “go for it”. Bobby leaned over my head and reinserted his hard cock into my mouth. But his thrusting motion had ceased in place of simply trying to see how deep he could get his cock to go. Combined with his new position and what he had said earlier, I knew I was about to get my first lesson in taking his cock into my throat. I prayed that that action was impossible, but it was clear that he was using a different approach with me.

Buck sat next to my head and started encouraging me into relaxing my throat. He started telling me the horrendous news that what I had figured out was correct. Bobby had found me so compliant that they decided to give me a go at swallowing his cock right into my throat. I thrashed around trying to escape, but soon I had to give it up for fear of getting my throat ripped open. I was horrible disgusted with what they were forcing on me, but my only option was to give a sincere effort to keep from getting permanently injured.

I could feel the head of his cock being held forcibly to the entrance of my throat, and despite my fears, I tried to relax every muscle possible. The pressure continued until I finally pushed hard enough against his hips to let him know I needed to breathe. After several times of seeming to understand my need for breaks to breathe normally enough to stay relaxed for him, I took solace in the fact that they really didn’t seem to want to hurt me. Their drive was however, non ending. Time after time, I felt his cock pushed forcefully against my throat opening until I found myself actually trying to aid his assault on me to get it over with and earn my freedom.

Buck was rubbing my arm and telling me how good of a “girl” I was being, and constantly coaching me into relaxing for a good face fucking. I got really scared when I knew all the previous attempts to enter me had been only preparation for my mind because Bobby told me it was time to get serious.

He gave me time for one good breath and pushed into me until he was stopped again, but this time he placed a tremendous amount of force into it. I could feel my throat being forced open just a little and began struggling to get him out of me. I thought I had won, until he repeated the act many more times. Each time I could tell he was having a little more success, which was scaring the hell out of me. I realized I was holding onto the sides of his hips so when I needed relief, I could exert as much force as I could muster to show him I needed him out. I was trying to hold out as long as possible before doing so, so he would know I was trying me best to consume his shaft.

And then it happened. One more push and I felt the head of his cock pop into my airway. I was stunned into being too afraid to move and froze under him. I heard a cry of jubilance come from him to Buck, indicating that he was “in”. Buck slapped my arm to congratulate me and after holding himself in place for a few seconds, he removed his cock. I was ordered to take a good breath and did just that. Bobby repeated his effort and again, I felt the head of his cock pop into the beginning of my throat. But this time he didn’t stop there. He gave me a second to relax around his shaft, then slid another inch of himself into me.

I could feel every tiny detail of his cock and could even tell where the rim of his cock head was in my throat. My reflexes drove my right hand to go to my throat and I could feel his cock where it forced my throat to expand. He held himself there for a very long moment and withdrew. I began hacking and gasping and Bobby totally pulled from my mouth to keep from getting bit. But when they continued telling me how good of a girl I was proving to be, I found myself seeking to help them get me properly probed. When I was told to get ready, I laid my head back and opened my mouth wide to receive him again.

I was so ill over my actions. I waited for every tiny detail to play itself out, and when his cock was forced back into me a third time, I struggled to hold still for him. This time, I felt his second push slide his cock back to where it had been, and then it kept going until I felt his pubic bone stopping him. He bounced against my face a couple of times as if trying to make sure he was as far as he could go, and then came the wait part. My mind was reeling in the fear I would suffocate and my hand went back to my throat. I think I was trying to get my brain to accept what was really happening to me by feeling for the bulge.

Once again, I was allowed to get a good breath, but this time I was asked to signal them when I was ready for another plunge. I prepared my mind, then tapped the side of Bobby’s hips. This time he made several shallow thrusts into me and I realized he was beginning to fuck my throat. Amazingly enough, after having gone through the first trials of accepting his cock fully, this shallow fucking of my face was much easier to endure. He would take several quick shots at me and then allow me a breath. I found myself tapping his hip the first few times of this approach, but then I saw it wasn’t needed. I was gagging and choking more as he got into rubbing himself off on me. It took him several minutes of assaulting my throat in this particular fucking motion before he cried out that he was almost there.

Maybe it was Stockholm syndrome or something, but I was now participating in making this man happy enough with my orifice that I could see he was very near cumming. And when I was ordered to take a “final” breath, I knew the ending was at hand. This time he plunged into me and then slid slowly as deep as he had been so far. When he held still, I knew he was about to feed me his sperm. I felt a warm surge into my throat that seemed much hotter than it should be, and then several more quick spurts came from him.

Again, I felt like a toilet being used by a man to relieve himself, but I also felt triumphant over my own fears. I waited for any sign that he was finishing with me, but when I couldn’t hold my breath any longer, I pushed hard against his hips. It took all my effort, but I soon felt his shaft removing itself from my pipe and I turned my head to the side and tried to both gasp for air and expel his food stuff from my throat. Naturally, nothing came out, and instead I could feel it sliding down its way towards my belly. I figured that he must have dumped quite a bit into me for me to be able to feel it so easily.

Buck rubbed my head like one might do to an obedient dog and told me how well I had done. I became aware of the panties I wore were half off my ass and between that and the perverse act I had just gone through, I did indeed feel very effeminate. While I was catching my breath in a serious fashion, the two men talked about how I was already days ahead of most trainees, I wondered what else their training might include. Names of other men were put out and what use they might be to them, and then I had to interject.

“I haven’t agreed to stay, you know?”

Buck looked at me with that confident smile of his and said, “You just did something that has taken weeks to get some guys to do. That wasn’t because you hated it. You want to see what I have in store for you, and I know you’ll be staying.”

The son of a bitch was right, to a great extent. My curiosity was peaked and I had done what I would have considered impossible just ten minutes earlier. Even the tingling of fresh sperm in my mouth wasn’t nearly as inhibiting as it had been last night. Buck had me pegged better than I could admit to myself. I still had a little dignity left and tried to feign my disgust over what he was doing to me, but I couldn’t deny to myself that I had just helped another man fuck my throat.

About an hour later and after I had been put back into my secret room while Buck showered, he came in to have a talk with me. I started right off pleading for my release because of my willing compliance and efforts, but I was told that the three days weren’t up yet. Buck sat close to me, grew very sober and asked me, “If I let you go right now, would you go to the cops?”

I think it was because I shook my head instantly, and well before the words came out, that he smiled hearing that I wouldn’t be telling anyone what they had done to me. He sat next to me on the bed and pulled my back against his chest. With one arm across my chest, he felt my crotch and legs as an old man might molest a young girl. And again, his hand went to the side of my cock and balls as if they weren’t there. I asked him about that and he told me he was just trying to prepare me for getting felt up like a girl. Rubbing just the side of my crotch would make me understand the act better and he said he suspected that when the pills kicked in that I would appreciate it more.

I wanted to know more about what he had in store for me just in case he was lying and didn’t let me go after the three days. He matter-of-factly told me in great detail what their little club did. Simplified, it went like this. A young guy like myself that had no ties would be captured and retrained to except a new perspective about sex. He told me that guys were preferred because it was impossible to be sure a girl would stay quiet and that because there was quite a market for a real tranny. When I asked for his definition of a real tranny and what he meant by a market, I got very apprehensive over what might become of me. The idea was to get me to accept what I already wanted deep inside and to make some profit off that. I tried to deny that I wanted to be abused by men, but he quickly pointed out how fast I had accepted Bobby’s training of me. And apparently, when I didn’t spill my guts to that cop when we got caught exiting the cornfield, he took it as a sign that I wanted to walk on the wild side. At the very least, he figured I wouldn’t mind being his toy for a little while.

In the end, it was clear that this was how Buck made a living; by turning, training, and then profiting off his work. I was informed that this cycle had gone on for years and I was at least his fourth “girl” in training. He claimed that there were three other men that did much the same as he was and that there were three of us in training at the moment. He told me I would eventually get to meet the other to guys, and that that night I would get to meet two of the oldest trannys to see just what I could expect. I kept telling him that I wanted out as per his statement, but he kept telling me I would change my mind. He seemed so sure of himself that I began to worry just how well he could predict my behavior.

Buck told me that he knew he had his next project that very moment I slid into his van after his sexual comments at the diner. He doubted at the time if I had been honest about never have sucked a man off before, but when he saw my fight, he said he knew I would bring top dollar. I gulped and asked just how he expected to profit from me and the answer filled me with total fear. His intent, if he could talk me into staying, was to sell me to other men, pervs as he called them, for their sexual use. The more I turned towards looking like a real female, the more money I would be worth to him. And something new they had discovered was a whole new venue for explicit sexual videos made of trannys in training efforts and showing their growth from boy to girl. He told me that he had blown it really bad by not taping Bobby teaching me to deep throat. Kidding, I tried to relieve my own stress by telling him that maybe we could redo it and I could fake it for a camera. But when I saw his eyes light up, I wished I hadn’t said anything.

After our talk, I felt a lot safer for the time being. I was allowed to fix myself some breakfast and was told that cleaning his house would be looked on as a favorable thing for me to do. I asked him if I could get dressed and he brought me back to a spare room. He gave me several pairs of panties, and an equal amount of t-shirts. I was informed that I wouldn’t have to wear a bra and that it had just been to make me feel girlish. I was only allowed to wear panties and the tees since I wouldn’t have to leave the house. I told him how weird I felt wearing panties and he told me it was part of the process. He also told me that I could buy favor with him by making my own efforts to make the change occur faster, and since I had seemed so helpful earlier that he owed me one favor already. I asked him what I could get for it and after much thought, he told me I could feel safe from getting my ass fucked… until I asked for it. I knew that wasn’t about to happen, so a lot of my stress melted away.

The last thing we talked about was how I was handling sucking cock to this point. I tried to give short answers, but he kept prying for better answers until I paused and decided to tell him the whole truth.

“That first time in the field, you were right. I knew what was going to happen as soon as I got back in with you. I guess I wanted to find out what it was like. So many guys have hit on me when I hitched rides that I had decided to find out what it was like on my trip cross country. You know… I never would have done that… if you hadn’t of made me.”

“I know,” he said. “It takes just the right amount of coaxing to get a guy like you to suck like a pro.”

I continued to come clean. “But when you kidnapped me and brought me here I was really scared. All this stuff you keep telling me will happen if I stay is way past anything I can do.”

He asked, “And Bobby.”

“God, I was so embarrassed when I saw him behind me; I wanted to die. It was bad enough sucking on your cock, but getting caught like that was so humiliating.” I could tell he meant the last part and that was going to be the hardest to confess to.

“I’ve never been so scared in my life. I didn’t even think that was possible… you know, to do that. And when he really got started, I was more scared of getting hurt fighting him than anything, so I realized I had to calm down. That won’t happen to me again, will it?”

Buck’s smile told me my answer and I decided that I had enough information for a while. Throughout the rest of the day I tried keeping my mind busy by cleaning his house a little, and checking out his living space. All I could see out the windows were woods and one long, dirt driveway. I guessed that I must be someplace in Nebraska or Kansas and probably miles from the nearest neighbor. I searched the secret room thoroughly to make sure there were no signs of blood or other fearful examples.

The only thing I did find were several instant pictures of what could only be a former inhabitant of the room. I found them behind a loose piece of paneling. The first picture showed a guy about my age dressed only in a pair of panties, but it was his chest that made my loins heat up. Although he was clearly a guy, he had an obvious growth of breasts. They weren’t very large, but it was clearly more than he should have had and the next picture showed them even better. I could see his nipples were twice the size they should be and the lumps stuck out a good inch. I wondered if I would look like that soon myself and grabbed my chest under my t-shirt.

Something stirred in me and since I knew Buck was outside in the yard, I pushed my hands into my panties and began stroking myself. I went through a couple more pictures before I found one with the same guy, handcuffed and with his hands seemingly held over his heads. I had worked myself into such a state of arousal that I assumed the same pose for a minute and a jolt of heat caused my prick to grow as hard as a rock. I pulled it out of the top of the panties and started flogging it. I got on my knees and spread the rest of the pictures out in front of me. The last three caught my eye and I stopped to take a better look at them. One was of the guy with much larger tits and it looked like his cock and balls had shriveled up to nothing. The next was showing his genitals up close and they indeed looked shriveled up. But it was the last one that both pelted me with fear and passion for my own cock at the same time. It looked like the same guy by a mole on his stomach. But his genitals had changed into a cunt.

I couldn’t get the picture close enough to my eyes to quite understand it at first, but soon I realized he had gone through an operation to reform his genitals. I should have been fighting to free myself, but instead I stared at all the pictures while I jacked off. Just when I was ready to cum, my eyes darted between the last two pictures while I took the last pumps. As my cum spurted onto the floor, I knew that all this was real and I was the next victim. That’s when I studied the guy’s face really well and saw that he was smiling in every picture. And the smile didn’t seem coerced.

I put the pictures back behind the paneling, wiped my deposit up and off on the bottom of the mattress, and started searching for more evidence of what might have happened in this room in the past. I didn’t find any, so I studied the chain around my leg and the eyebolts that it was attached to. There was one by the door to my secret room, and then there was one next to the living room door that allowed Buck to let me roam the front of the house. They were very securely installed and that meant I was as well.

I dragged my chain to the bedroom and looked at the still ruffled up bed. I pictured myself lying under Bobby and what I must have looked like struggling against him. I wondered how many other guys my age had gone through that same regimen, and when I thought about how they had said I had taken to my torment so much easier than any other “trainee”, I hated myself for smiling over what I had accomplished. My mind began racing over all the things that Buck had told me would be coming my way and then back to the pictures. I wondered how far down that path I would be going and when I pictured the smug confidence of Buck’s knowing smile, I puzzled over whether he really knew me well enough to predict my participation the way he had earlier.

There was no way I was going to let them castrate me or even give me that operation I had heard of as a kid. I did find the buds on that guy’s chest intriguing, and I could see myself having fun with a small growth of my own, but if I went that far I had no idea how much further away those last pictures might be.

Buck was showing the much kinder side of himself that I had first seen and even seemed cordial to me. I chalked that up to the fact that he was trying to keep me off guard. Several times throughout the day he would pull me against him to feel me up as he would a girl, several of those times I would be pulled to his lap. He definitely had a way of being able to cause my groin to heat up. After one spirited groping, I went into the bathroom and found the front of my panties spotted with leakage from my own precum. I couldn’t believe the mental binding he was getting over me, nor how fast it seemed to be taking hold.

In the late afternoon, Buck gave me a bottle of hair remover. He told me he preferred his trannys hairless and sent me off to the bathroom. He also told me that it would be up to me as to how much hair I would remove and left me alone. But just before he left, he did the most emasculating thing so far. Next to having to suck his cock and even what Bobby had done to me, it was still the hardest thing that my mind had to deal with so far. He grabbed me by the sides of my head and forcefully kissed me; tongue and all. I fought to get away from him, but he had a good deal of fun embarrassing me.

After the bathroom door closed, I sat on the toilet and looked at the hair on my arms and legs. I flashed back to his kiss and again felt the involuntary stir in my cock that told me I was being forced to get aroused against my own will. What kind of a hold did he have over me. I read the bottle for instructions and soon found myself rubbing the lather over my arms and legs, and then slowly I lathered up my chest and even my pubic hair. I didn’t have much chest hair at all, mostly just around my nipples. But when I thought about what I might look like with buds popping and hair around them, I knew they had to go. That was when I first realized that Buck could very well be right. I might just be staying longer than I cared to admit.

I allowed the lather to stay on for the prescribed length of time and then took a shower to remove it all. When I got out, my entire body was tingling. I couldn’t believe how smooth my arms and legs felt and the few chest hairs I had once been so proud to see coming in, were all gone now. Little of my pubic hair came off and it looked weird. I looked in the medicine cabinet and found a shaver. I took a last look at it, and then shaved everything, including my balls. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw that even though my facial hair grew very slowly, it had several days worth of growth. I thought about what Buck had said about wanting to see how much participation I would offer, and I made my face just as smooth as the rest of me.

When I walked out of the bathroom, I saw my chain had been moved to the front eyebolt and went to show Buck just had far I had gone for him. He pulled my to his lap at the kitchen table and rubbed my arms and legs. He was obviously pleased with my efforts. He went under my tee and twisted my nipples while he commented on my spirited compliance. Then he pulled the front of my panties out to see I had cut that off as well and he rubbed me raw feeling the newly smoothed skin. I caught myself pushing my mons area into his probing grip and even moaned a little of the feelings he was stirring in me.

When he realized I had shaven my face, that knowing, smug smile of his came back and it was time for more humiliation. He went to kiss me again and I was so weirded-out that I backed away from his effort. That spurred a rush in him to control my actions and he fought to get me to participate. He finally trapped me on my back over the edge of the table and planted a kiss on me. When he started slipping me his tongue, I at first wanted to bite it off. But he continued doing it so long that my mouth began making up its own mind and I found myself responding. I finally tongued his back and he let me go. He didn’t say a word until I stood up and wandered away from him. Then he commented on how happy I had made him by the amount of shaving I had done. I was so glad he couldn’t see my face, because I smiled to hear him say that.

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