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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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I had just finished my new chore of serving Buck an early dinner. He had told me that several people would be coming by to see what I looked like. There was to be a couple and one of their friends, and the two trannys he had told me about later on. I was growing very apprehensive over what might be done to me, but Buck wouldn’t tell me what to expect.

About an hour later, the first people showed up. It was plain to see by their faces that they had already been told about me. The women were okay looking to me, but nothing special to look at, at first. I couldn’t bare to do more than glance at them because I knew there was a great chance that Buck would choose to embarrass me in front of them. And that was when I looked toward the man accompanying them. I could tell he was part of the club just by the way he looked me over. I was getting very uncomfortable at having two women see me in the panties. The one called Candy came over to me, felt my crotch through them and made a comment about my growing bulge that “I still had my juice makers”.

While trying to remove myself from the chuckling going on, I remembered that Buck had told me that someplace down the road that he would have a couple women come in to teach me about make-up. I figured that these were the two women he referred to earlier. Still having great doubts that I would be here a week from now, I wasn’t interested in any lessons they might have to offer me. The second girl came around behind me and ran a hand under my tee. An electric spark ran through me. I wasn’t sure if it was a mix of her delicate hand and my present predicament, or if it was because of my newly shaved chest, but it got my prick growing. Since I had very little hair in the first place, I decided it had to be my scant attire and being on display.

I was introduced to the three of them. Danny was the one ogling my chest, evidently for signs of buds, Mary was the one feeling them, and Candy was standing back amusingly watching the annihilation of my ego. Buck introduced me as Billy and soon the women were cackling how they didn’t like it. They pointed out that the first positive step to a boy’s transformation into a girl had to be to take a new feminine name. Several were suggested to me to see my like or disdain for them. Some were so off the wall that they openly screamed transsexual. After several minutes of the girls insisting that I take a new name, I finally decided to put an end to this part of my embarrassment. I picked the next suggestion I thought I could live with until I escaped. And that name was Sidney.

Surprisingly, everyone including Buck, liked my pick. From that point it was used incessantly to get me used to it. And strangely enough, the girls had been right. I realized that if I stayed in the frame of mind that they wanted, having a new name was a mental push in that direction. It allowed me to escape into my new role that much easier. It was like a cloak to cover over the person I wanted to hide from, and all this was something I definitely wanted to hide from the world.

Danny started teasing me about pussies and wanted to know if I could still stomach them. After a solid day of being emasculated by cocks in my face, I jumped on the chance to prove my manhood still existed. He then made an offer to allow me to prove it by eating out one of the girls. I glanced at them one at a time and again thought about how they really didn’t strike me as the type of girls I would hit on. But I eventually had to at least try to repair my dignity and said “okay”. I expected to be thrown to my knees to prove myself, but that seemed to go past us in conversation.

A bet was made between the men as to whether or not I would choose to stay. Buck bet a thousand dollars on my staying and Danny quickly accepted the bet. I never would have considered myself worth losing a thousand dollars over, and I almost felt sorry that Buck was going to lose that much. After all, he still hadn’t hurt me and had for the most part, been a half descent person to me. It was just his way of stealing my pride and manhood from me that I had to complain about, and even then, it seemed to be wholly goal oriented driven. He had plans for me and was trying his best to reach that end.

Before long, one of the women lit up a joint and passed it around. I never needed a mind altering substance so bad in my life and grabbed for a share of it. One turned into three quickly and then Tequila came into the picture. Not being a real drinker, just a few shots got me to a point where I found it easy to joke about the chain around my ankle. And when the girls began touching me, it was fairly easy to sit back and allow them. I felt blessed that I had been brought to this level of intoxication, because I knew I wasn’t going to get away without some lesson to learn.

It was growing dark outside and I wondered aloud when the other two women Buck had mentioned would be coming. They were suppose to be the trannys from days past and when I saw everyone’s faces grow smug, I wondered if I might have seemed overly fixated by the idea. Candy asked me if I was that excited that I couldn’t wait to see what a transformed male looked like? I told her that I pretty much knew what to expect and I just wanted the night to be over with, thus leaving me with just two more days to endure.

Everyone seemed so amused at my statement and I saw Mary flash a smile towards Candy. In my drunken stupor, I didn’t understand what was so funny. Candy helped me to my feet and grabbed my right hand. She plastered it to her ass and asked me to give it a good feel. I saw nothing wrong with that offer and began feeling a very nice bubble butt of an ass. It was really nice actually; perhaps slightly larger than I like, but it was nicely round and looked so inviting to me. While I was enjoying myself feeling her up, she began undoing her blouse and exposed a sexy black lace bra that held back a pretty nice pair of tits. They were a little larger than I prefer, but very nicely shaped.

When I looked at Mary, she was beginning to undress as well and I watched her take off her top. She was way bigger than I liked, but she was still heaven compared to what I’d been going through the last day. I guess I should have been looking over the men too, and maybe I would have understood what was going to happen to me. After both women got down to their underwear they approached each other and began kissing. That male oriented light went off in my head that screamed, “lesbians”, and I felt a stirring in my own underpants.

The three males in the room all had our eyes locked on the vision of two rather voluptuous women making out. I really started falling in love with the shape of Candy’s ass and then I was invited to tell them what I wanted to see. Buck stopped them and said he wanted to see me eat a pussy. I decided I would love to earn back a bit of my manhood, so when Candy came over to the chair I was sitting in and stood in front of me, I scooted forward to show her I knew a thing or two about licking clits.

My eyes were locked on hers while she teasingly swayed her hips in front of me. I saw she was pulling the front of her panties out in an inviting manner, but there was something that kept my full attention on the sparkle of her eyes. The guys must have seen how enamored I was with her taunting eyes and told me to take a taste of her. Without ever taking my eyes off hers, I reached out and hooked my thumbs into the waistband of her panties, and slowly pulled them down. I must have been a lot more drunk than I felt, because when I finally broke the connection we had and bent forward to nuzzle her bush, I was hit in the face with a smear of gooey juice.

I had to pull back a little to understand what I was seeing, and then I snapped my head back to her face. She was wearing a mock, stupefied smile on her that made everything clear that they had set me up. Candy was one of the trannys and I was face to face with the last remaining proof of that; her cock. I looked back at it in disbelief and saw it also still had the ability to get quite hard and was bobbing in front of me, begging for the oral participation I had been about to give a very different looking organ.

Before I knew it, Danny was behind me with a hand on each side of my head, prying the sides of my mouth open. Candy took a step closer and taunted me with her throbbing appendage.
“Come on sweetie, open up and say ‘Ahhh’.” When she saw me struggling to free myself from Danny, she added, “Go ahead, take a lick of the Candy stick and work your way to the creamy center.”

In my inebriated state, I continued to try to get away from my denigration, but Candy kept at me.

“If the little boy wants to make it as a little girl, you better learn to enjoy these you know. No go ahead, take a taste of Candy.”

It was impossible for my mind to accept this woman with perfect boobs and such a shapely ass, could also be so well endowed as a man at the same time. I saw that she was just as smooth and hairless as I had made myself for Buck, and it seemed that my head was falling forward to take her cock into my mouth. It turned out that Danny was pushing me forward as she leaned into me. I think it was when Buck started coercing me into accepting my fate that I stopped pulling back and took the erection between my lips and pursed them for her. The fingers stayed in my mouth to insure my cooperation, but in my state, it was really just knowing that Buck wanted this to happen that was spurring me into degrading myself. He was already getting a foothold on controlling my affiliation to his tasks.

I only had two prior experiences to draw from, but everything seemed so much different as I felt her cock pierce my mouth. The muskiness wasn’t there, her organ felt much smoother, and her physical movements seemed less abrasive. About the only thing that was the same was the precum leading the way for the tool.

I felt my head being forced back and forth on Candy’s cock which wasn’t really necessary. I had spent most of the day preparing my mind to accept whatever Buck threw at me. Since he had promised that my ass wouldn’t be up for grabs, I figured I could deal with just about anything after enduring Bobby’s lessons on deep throating. I had decided that the best way to hold Buck to his word over releasing me was to cooperate to the greatest degree I could manage.

After a minute of getting reamed, they took a pause long enough to have me do another shot of Tequila. It seemed to hit me before the glass was even taken away from me. In my fog, I turned back to continue sucking on Candy all on my own, and my actions weren’t lost on the others. Derogatory remarks over my transitioning actions were flying through the room, but luckily I was so wasted that they weren’t bruising my ego anymore. I even grabbed her ass and squeezed her cheeks in my hands while I bobbed my head on her cock. Maybe I was trying to delude myself into thinking I was eating a pussy because there was no mistaking that her ass had much more fat to it than a man’s would.

My mind was becoming so fried that when Candy pulled herself away from my mouth, I wasn’t sure if she had finished with me or even if she had ejaculated in my mouth. I turned around to see that Mary had removed her own panties leaving on only her pushup bra and black hose. When I looked to see her crotch, she proved to be the second tranny I was told I would be meeting. But there was a huge difference between her genitals and Candy’s. Mary still had her prick, but it was very flaccid as if what she had just witnessed me doing had had no effect on her. I found that odd since she was rubbing every bit of bare skin showing to display her arousal to the rest of us.

I watched Candy go back to enjoying her friend and she worked her towards the carpeted floor. When Mary assumed a doggy position, Candy got right down behind her to fuck her ass. That was when I noticed a queer sight. She had no balls! I squinted to be sure I was seeing it right and sure enough, she had been castrated. There was just a smooth spot where her balls should be, but the skin still held the texture of a scrotum. For some reason I couldn’t take my eyes off that spot. This was the first time I had ever seen a guy that had been castrated, but then again everything else except the flaccid prick on Mary was all girl.

I watched Candy as she began fucking her friend and I waited to see Mary become erect. Despite her obvious state of arousal, it never came about. Her limp appendage seemed to no longer be connected to her sex drive and just swayed under her while her friend bumped her back and forth. Mary fell from her hands to her elbows and looked back to eyeball me. It took me a minute to catch on that she was beckoning me closer. Buck put his hand on my shoulder and nudged me towards her.

In somewhat of a trance, I got up from my chair, stumbled my way closer and knelt beside the two of them. Mary kept grabbing at me until she had pulled me onto the floor beside her and then told me to get under her. Her moaning between trying to manipulate me invoked a desire to help her get off. The line between the male and female sexes was becoming so blurred as I looked over the two bodies attached to each other. Mary kept tussling with me until she had me on my back and my head turned almost in a sixty-nine to her. Candy grabbed the elastic top of my panties and tugged on them until I slid myself under Mary’s body. It was becoming clear that the two of them wanted me to suck on the flaccid remains of the man I was under.

Without Candy missing a stroke, I lifted my head and engulfed the first soft prick I had touched. She was also was the bearer of the first uncircumcised cock I had the task of tasting. My mouth was still numb from the effects of the Tequila, so I really couldn’t taste anything anymore, but I did expect her to grow at least a little hard. That never happened. I did hear her moan appreciation over my attempts to aid in her arousal and it seemed like everyone in the room was gloating over the advancement in my training. It had taken very little to make me begin this sex act, but to be fair, the Tequila had a lot to do with anesthetizing my ego.

Being upside-down and struggling to stay attached to Mary I could hardly make out what the men were doing, but I finally figured out that Buck was holding a camcorder. I would have freaked out under my normal sobriety. I never would have allowed my humiliation to be captured on film for anyone else to see. But when Buck told me to smile, I did just as I was asked. He said something that seemed funny to me and I lost the flaccid member and giggled as I fished for it with my lips opened.

The last thing I remembered about those girls was hearing Candy announce she was about to cum, and Mary being thrust forward and out of my mouth. I had a slight recollection of being dragged to Buck’s bed and my chain getting caught on something. When I woke up, Buck was pushing me down towards the bottom of the bed. I had no clue as to what time it was, but it was still dark out. Buck was working my mouth to his crotch and when I felt his hard cock, I realized he wanted a blowjob from me. The Tequila had worn off for the most part, but I was still easily manipulated and began sucking his cock and rubbing his balls. A moment later, Buck was straight out on his back and holding my head between his legs. He began bucking up into me and I thought it was way too fast for him to be cumming, but that was exactly what he was doing. I felt a sharp wrap against the back of my head and was warned not to make a mess. I knew he meant I wasn’t suppose to let any of his stuff drool out of my mouth, so I tightened my lips when I felt his first spurt.

His moaning in gratitude seemed louder than ever. I stay clamped down on him until he was obviously finished with me and then pulled away from him. I asked him if I could spit it out while trying to keep from losing any of it. He told me to go to the bathroom and by the time I got back, Buck was snoring. I looked at the chain still fastened to my leg, and crawled back into my side of the bed.

I woke up long before Buck and despite a massive headache, I made my way to the kitchen to get everything ready to cook him a full breakfast. When I had done everything I could prepare ahead of time, I sat at the table and thought about everything I could remember from the night before. It was really starting to bother me the way thinking about what they had done to me would keep getting me hard. When I remembered getting under Mary to suck on her cock, I could feel myself getting my panties wet. There had been something so electrifying about sucking on an appendage that seemed out of service.

Without really thinking about it, I began cooking the food. I guess I wanted to show that I was holding up my end of things so Buck would hold up to his. When I had just about everything ready, I went in to wake up Buck. He was grumpy at first, but when he smelled the food he took a piss and walked out to the kitchen, butt naked. I dished it out and sat across from him while he ate. After a minute of watching his nude form, I felt myself getting a little turned on. I knew what I wanted to do, but I really didn’t want him to think he was turning me. I thought about how to best approach the topic and decided to go for it.

I went over to his chair and got on my knees beside him. The plan was to make him see that I was going along with his idea of me being subservient to him. He looked very pleased when he understood what I was waiting for and turned his chair a little to face me. I parted his legs and scooted forward to reach his cock, then I started to suck him hard.

“Does this mean that I have a willing boy on my hands?”

“No,” I said, “it means that I’m hungry and want something to eat.”

Buck told me that he would be happy to feed me, but I corrected him by telling him I had meant real food. He looked so dismayed by my correction that I took a deep breath and told him if he really wanted to go first, that he would have to take charge of the actual feeding. Buck understood what I meant and his smile told me to get started. I guess it was my willingness to offer him a blowjob before he mentioned it himself that won me favor, but I couldn’t miss the effect it had on him. He was ready to cum for me in about two minutes. I had forgotten about the video camera from the night before, and when he began talking about it, his cock grew as hard as I had seen it. That was the first time I saw that taping me really turned him on.

Just before he got off, he mentioned how he wanted to introduce me to a new friend today called Milkshake. I had to pause quickly to ask about the name and Buck told me he would tell me later. He was ready to feed me and grabbed the back of my head. I could tell he was going to try to make me swallow it this time just by his aggressive behavior. I murmured, “unh,unh” to him and shook my head, but that only made him grab at me harder. He told me it was time to learn to take it like a woman and pulled my head as far down on him as it would go.

My hands flew to the front of his legs trying to get away, but I couldn’t get the head of his cock away from the entrance to my throat. I felt him cumming in me and when he moaned as if I had done such a great job of sucking him off, I gave up and tried to hold still for him. He was enjoying himself so much that I didn’t want to risk pissing him off. Half of his cum went right down my throat, but when I stood to spit the rest in the sink, he grabbed me. I was spun around and pulled onto his lap. A hand went over my mouth and he insisted that I was going to swallow it today. I shook my head at the thought, but he quite rightly pointed out that he knew I had already gotten some of it in me. I grimaced, and swallowed it down.

I was told I could eat and began fixing myself some food. I went for a glass of water, but I stopped myself from drinking it. The tingling in my mouth from the live sperm I had caught wasn’t something I wanted to wash away right off. When I realized that first time that I sort of liked that feeling, I grew afraid of the hold Buck was gaining over me. And also for the first time, I wondered if he was manipulative enough to talk me into staying any longer than the three days. He had already surprised me a great deal with what Bobby had done to me and then with the actions he had solicited from me last night.

Around noon, Buck told me that he wanted to introduce me to a step that no one had ever attained nearly as quickly as I had and took me into the bedroom. When he had to tug my hand, he told me it had little to do with sex and that I could just watch. I had been wondering why there was a large TV and computer in the bedroom, but as I was told to make myself comfortable on the bed, it became clear to me.

“I told you that training you trannys was my bread and butter,” he said to me. “And this is how I do that.”

He punched up a file and soon appeared a guy I assumed was one of my predecessors was on the screen. He was walking around the front of the house in the same attire I was growing use to; panties and a tee and of course, the chain tagging behind him. I saw an older man come into the picture and after a few words were exchanged, so was some folded up money. The trainee brought the money to the cameraman and held it out. He was obviously giving it to Buck. Then he went back to the older man and was pulled to him for a quick feel. The man pulled the tee over his head and when the guy’s chest came into view, I felt my own cock begin to stir. He had grown two fairly large buds already which the old man took great pleasure in manipulating for the camera.

I couldn’t pry my eyes from the sight of those tits. Thinking about watching my own grow to that size made me hard as a rock. And then I found it impossible to keep from grabbing my own crotch. Buck ended that tape and punched up another one of the same trainee. This time he was out in the woods with two very large men on either side of him. I figured it had to be close to the house because he was still in the regular attire. Again his shirt was ripped over his head and this time his tits had grown into a much more full growth. The men were tormenting him and he kept trying to pull their hands away from his new boobs. The more I watched the men’s faces, the more I understood that it was their harassing of the guy that was the real turn on for them.

As the tapes progressed and Buck would cut them short, I saw that he was giving me an eyeful of what I could expect in the future. When he asked me about it, I tried to bend forward to hide the fact that the front of my panties was wet from my leaked precum. All the perversion I had been watching had actually made me randy as a three-peckered goat. But my viewing was far from over. Buck had two more very important tapes to show me. He set them up to play back-to-back and in a continuous mode, then came and propped himself up next to me on the bed.

The first movie was from the night before, and it started just as I was being summoned next to Mary. What had seemed to take forever in my drunkenness the night before, proved to have taken very little time on the tape. I watched myself get maneuvered and then positioned onto her flaccid cock. It had such an overwhelming effect on me to see what I had done so easily. When I passed out under her and fell from her cock, I was glad to see that everything had stopped. I heard Candy talk about using less alcohol on me in the future so she might have time to fuck me as well, but it was what Buck said so off the cuff that made me feel much safer. He told her that he had promised me that I wouldn’t get fucked until I was ready for it. He pointed out that he recognized that agreement as the impetus that was driving me ahead in my training so quickly. Besides making me feel so safe, I realized the effect of hearing him talk about training me was having on my erection. There was something very intoxicating about those words that made me feel a tiny spurt of precum shoot from me. Could I seriously be thinking of allowing him to continue abusing me in this fashion? Was he right and I was only allowing him to get me to do things my subconscious wanted in the first place?

When the second tape started, I was told that the new trainee in view was about to get a big surprise. I saw that both he and the man beginning to fuck his face as he stood in front of the kneeling trainee, were both nude. I glanced to check out the buds on this guy and saw them in their infant stages, but even at their slight size, they stilled bounced around as the man began to fuck him.

Buck said, “This is the guy you’ll be meeting later, Milkshake.”

I guessed that he derived his name from the aggressive motion he was putting the young guy through in front of him. I saw in that trainee a lot of what I was feeling myself. He was doing his best to comply with his attackers wants, but I could see he also was having a great deal of trouble in handling it. Every time the man withdrew his cock a little too far and it would fall out, the boy had to be coerced into opening back up to receive it again. I watched for several minutes as the man made a load of cum for his cocksucker and I was throbbing as I watched him gagging the poor guy. I felt Buck’s hand go to my crotch to see how hard I was and when he found out my state of arousal, he insisted I put my hand into my panties to play with myself. I didn’t really want to do that with him right beside me, but I did want to enjoy this poor smuck’s situation as much as possible.

I never really got into a jerking motion, but I did massage myself into an amazingly heightened state. I was even thinking about leaning over to give Buck another blowjob when he told me to pay careful attention to what was about to happen. I watched as the man told his boy that he was about to start cumming. The guy tried jerking away much as I would have, but the man had been waiting for that to happen and corrected his behavior.

I watched the sides of the trainees mouth puff out and thought he was about to throw up. The man never slowed down and continued to fuck his face steadily. Then all of a sudden, a huge spurt of what looked like watered-down sperm spewed out from around the shaft of his cock. The trainees’ eyes inflated to unbelievable proportions and he tried again to get away from his tormentor. I watched as the man continued to deposit his load and saw several more mouthfuls of cum get discharged from around the shaft pumping into his mouth. I had never even heard of a man being able to produce the amount of cum that this guy was as I watched the trainee struggle to keep from choking on the massive amount of fluids. When his cock fell out once, the trainee coughed and hacked out even more cum until he got a really hard slap across the head. Despite never having gotten his throat cleared, his mouth was dragged back into position and the man continued fucking his face. I was flabbergasted to see that the man hadn’t finished cumming and in a couple of moments, I saw two more huge mouthfuls of his cum gushing from the younger man’s mouth.

When the trainee was finally allowed off his prick, I turned to see that Buck had been intently watching my reactions. He said, “Now you know why we call him, ‘Milkshake’?”

All I could do was nod my head and ask about if that had really happened. While he was telling me that Milkshake was a freak in that way and how he always got off in the same manner, it dawned on me that my fate with him was coming very soon.

“You don’t expect me to have to do that, do you?”

Buck didn’t have to answer me; his smirk did.

After seeing the amount of fluid that had come out of the kid’s mouth, I was now very fearful. There was no way I could handle putting up with that. I began pleading with Buck into letting me do something else instead, but his mind was fixed on a particular timeline he had for me. He came right out and told me that he needed money and I was his newest product. Hearing that was scaring me even more and I really started to argue for my release instead. I could see he was going to try to smooth talk me in that way he had about himself.

There was a knock at the front door and I was hustled into the secret room. I thought about screaming for help, but if it turned out to be one of his friends at the door, I could just be making things worse for myself. I was on pins and needles over who might be at the door. I couldn’t get that last tape out of my mind. I was shaking with sheer nervousness.

A few minutes later, Buck came into the room and had me strip. He had to threaten me into doing it, but when I was done he came over to me and locked some metal clamp thing around my limp prick. He wouldn’t tell me the purpose for it and all it seemed to do was squeeze my cock flat. It was pretty tight, but not so bad I would dare complain about it. I was then led back to the bedroom where I saw Bobby was waiting for me. I cringed over what that might mean for me, but I was soon told that he had liked my throat so much the day before that he wanted to make sure I had learned my lesson well.

I was shaking when he started to remove all his clothes and Buck hoisted me into the air and onto my back on the bed. I started begging for a reprieve, but all I got were laughs. Buck grabbed my legs and gave them a hard yank until my head was in the middle of the bed. When I started to set up, Buck pinned me down by my shoulders while Bobby finished stripping down. He started out by sitting on my chest again and wiping his cock across my face. Buck punched up the tape of what I had done the night before and Bobby kept turning around to witness my humiliation.

“Ready kid? This cock of mine needs some serious fucking.”

With that he leaned forward to get his cock into my mouth and then all but laid over my head. He seemed to be getting himself comfortable in me for the moment while he talked about the day before and reminded me what I needed to do to accommodate him. Then he went to work on me again. It started with testing how far he could easily go, then escalated to plugging my windpipe to get me to relax it for him. Both men were talking me into relaxing and almost seemed concerned that I get it right to keep from hurting me.

Unlike the very slow pace from the day before, this time he was going right to work on getting into me. I was trying to keep him from impaling me by pushing against his hips, but when he got that first pop into my throat, I gagged uncontrollable while thrashing my legs around. I could feel my chain getting whipped through the air and then I caught Buck videotaping the scene. His smiling face over me getting so badly gagged infuriated me. He seemed to be enjoying this assault a little too much.

Bobby gagged me several more times until I successfully got him to ease up on me. He told me he would go easy if I worked to help him get into me. I had no real choice and began fighting my instinct to keep his cock out of me. It was more successful than I would have imagined, and soon I felt him sliding his cock slowly into my throat. My right hand flew to my throat and I felt it sliding in up to my Adam’s Apple. He took a few short, quick strokes and withdrew himself. Buck said the terror in my eyes were a real turn on for future viewers, and then told me to think of my throat as a pussy to help put up with him fucking it.

I began feeling the effects of the clamp Buck had placed on my prick. I was attempting to get hard, but it only grew to a point. What it did do to me was seem to pent up my own horniness. Every time I flailed around I could feel the cold steel of the clamp thrashing against my thighs.

Several minutes went by with a slow insertion and then several quick strokes, then after a quick breath it would start all over. I could tell Bobby was getting ready to cum and then he got very aggressive with his fucking. Now he was taking single long strokes into my throat and only allowed me a breath after every four or five insertions. I fought my urge to keep from pushing him off me, and I was becoming fairly sure that I could last the necessary time it would take him to finish. Buck demanded that I give a good performance for the camera and wanted to see me looking like I was truly getting my throat raped. What did he want from me? I was getting raped.

Bobby’s last thrust was obvious and I felt my eyes bugging out while I waited to feel the soft swell of fluid filling me up. My hand flew back to my throat and I could feel his cock head pulsing even before I felt the warmth of his sperm. I don’t know how to explain it, but the second I felt that disgusting stuff filling my throat, I relaxed to await his final spurts. Maybe I relaxed because it seemed so warm, maybe because I knew it would soon be over with, but then again, maybe Buck knew just how to turn a hetero into a homo just that well. Being on me back, a hard cock dumping a load of cum into my belly as I waited patiently was certainly having an effeminizing effect on me. The firmness of his belly in my left hand was taking on such a different feel. I started to realize that I was very quickly being turned into a faggot for Buck’s use and abuse. Seeing how delighted they were at how fast I had gotten the task done today wasn’t helping my manhood in the slightest.

Bobby finally finished and I turned as soon as able to expel any remains and gasp for air. Buck had the camera right in my face making sure to point out that no cum was coming out of me. When he asked if I had had a good time getting my face fucked, I looked sarcastically at him and asked, “What the fuck do you think?” I expected him to get mad, but he seemed to get off on my reactions for the camera’s sake.

I looked down at the clamp still cutting off the blood to my cock and asked if I could remove it. Buck nodded his head and I twisted the locking mechanism to free my organ. Instantly, a very large dribble of gathered up precum seeped from the tip of my dick and as it did, I got amazingly horny. It was as if the clamp had some strange effect on my state of arousal.

About an hour later I found myself locked into the secret room and I assumed that Buck had gone someplace. The more I thought about what had just happened to me, the harder my cock got. I had provided so much sex for others that now I was in need of getting off myself. I started feeling myself through the thin fabric of the cotton panties I was wearing and they were soon wet again with my leaking precum. I happened to look at the paneling that held the photos I had found the day before and I went to retrieve them. I laid them out on the floor and knelt before them as I began to finger my cock.

I knew it was those shots of the trainee’s buds as they just began to jut out from his chest that was the most inspirational to me. The only picture to beat them was the very last one showing the guy after he lost his genitals to his new look. For some reason, I was having a hard time staying hard and focused. Everything I had been going through kept rushing before my eyes. That should have been plenty to keep me hard despite the perverseness of it, and I was really horny as all hell, but something was keeping me from enjoying my release.

It wasn’t until I imagined sucking on Mary’s flaccid prick that I felt able to understand what was going on. I thought about that smooth spot that once held a man’s testicles and shuttered. I imagined my own balls being suddenly gone and shuttered again. That was it! Even though my cock never got fully hard, I could feel myself growing towards a climax at record speed. I went with that and dreamed about offering to let Buck cut off my balls and when in my mind he gave that knowing smile of his, I started spouting cum from my prick. It was unlike any other climax I had ever had before. It didn’t shoot out of me at a high velocity in gobs; it sort of oozed out of me rapidly in one long gush, with a second gush that was much weaker and much smaller. It was whiter than I’d ever seen it and even after I stopped cumming, I continued trembling in an orgasmic pleasure of sorts.

I shook for another minute and began to understand that all the pills I had been fed, along with being used like a girl, were clearly having their effect on me. While I sat there on my knees and fingering the deposit I had leaked onto the floor, I was coming to the realization that there was a side of all this perverseness that intrigued the hell out of me. Touching the skin of other men had begun to feel erotic to me and being told that I was going to be put out to earn money for Buck was making me rock hard. There was no way I could overlook the implications of everything. I was getting turned on by all this in a way I never knew possible.

That was the first time I wondered if Buck would get his way. Was I going to decide to stay with him? Was he getting close to converting me not only into a fag, but into accepting the idea of changing my sex to please him? My mind flashed to the tape of Milkshake and then to all the other unknown possibilities. I wondered to myself what I might just be capable of and even if becoming a girl was something I could accept. I wondered if I was doing something so gay as to be falling in love with another man and asked myself if cooking his meals and cleaning his house was my falling in love with another man.

I sat back on my ass and began thinking about Bobby getting off in my throat and then on to how I had volunteered to suck off Buck to earn my breakfast. Those two scenarios played through my mind until I started quivering, and then I looked down to witness another gush of thick white cream streaming out of my flaccid cock.

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