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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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Cindy finally pushed her hand into my back and I was nudged towards her owner. I saw him palming his cock and saw how hard he was, so I went to my knees and waited for him to take his position in front of me to initiate this newest ordeal.

He wasted no time in getting his cock between my lips and I felt so awkward and skank-ish with the wine glass in my hand. A blind man could have figured out what was expected to happen here, but I tried my hardest to pretend that it didn’t involve me. I saw out of the corner of my eye that one of the new men was checking out the cards on the table for the Queen. He lifted the first one and I saw no sign from him, but when he lifted the second card, he grinned and never went for the third. I now knew who this glass was meant for; Cindy. It became much easier as I darted my eyes around the room at all the nude men. There were five of them and I couldn’t help but to take notice of their different states of arousal… or the size and shapes of their cocks.

Buck knelt down beside me and told me to take a quick look at the other girls. I saw them getting on their knees in front of two men and they each were playing with themselves. Buck told me we wouldn’t be done with the first half of this tape until everyone made a donation to the glass. I got his message, set the glass down, and began fingering myself. I worried that I wouldn’t be able to get hard at first, but soon I was relieved to see that I could still get it to work for me. As I stroked my own cock, the one in my mouth seemed much less repulsive and I began using my free hand to manipulate him into cumming faster.

I assumed that the quicker all the men got off, the quicker this feat would be over with as well. I figured that sucking one cock was better than two, so I slowed down and took my time with Cindy’s owner. While I slowed my pace and went to his balls to suck on them, I realized that I was learning the deeper secrets of cocksucking. Taking my time meant seeing more of the terrain and the slighter nuances that made cocks tingle at such intimate touches. And it was right then that I ran my tongue up his shaft and sucked the head of his cock into my mouth, and learned something new about myself. I was sucking on another man’s cock, and I had such a craving to hold the tip of his cock in my mouth and tongue the hell out of it. I don’t know if it was just this guy, the pills, or knowing that my fate for the night was sealed, but for the first time I was willingly sucking the head of a cock that was hard for me. I had such a lust to feel every contour and ridge. I even licked the slit purposely to feel for a wetness, and when I felt a drop of slime, I shuddered a little knowing that it was wet over me. The owner of the cock was lusting for my attention just as much, and I got a strange little pleasure over knowing that.

Before I knew it, I had become so sexually charged and to such a point that I went back to working the owner fast and hard. I was on a small mission to survive this humility and knowing that the punch line was Cindy’s to drink, I decided I wanted to add to the glass twice. Within a minute the owner told me he was about ready, so I lifted the glass and allowed my hand to manipulate his shaft. I worked his cock downward to aim it at the glass, and with a few more strokes, he began spurting his load into it. There was a lot of noise in the background over his deposit, but I was blocking that out while opting to study the miracle of ejaculation. I successfully milked every drop of his sperm into the glass and then wiped the tip clean with the rim.

I knew what to expect even before I looked around the room. Buck was nodding his head towards one of the new men and then again towards the glass I was holding. I took a quick look into the glass and saw the amount was much less than I would have expected it to look like. But when I thought about how much eight loads would look like, I almost felt sorry for Cindy. It had been made pretty clear that she had won the card game, and it wasn’t a far leap at all to understand what she had won.

I turned around and moved slightly towards the man Buck had indicated while staying on my knees. Cindy was suddenly slapping me with her fingertips and when I looked her way, she was holding her hand out for the glass without ever taking her lips from around the other owners cock. I gave her the glass and received a sneer from her. I could just tell that she was holding her place over me. I thought about that sneer when I turned to suck another cock. Now that Cindy wanted to assert her dominant position over me, I was almost happy to help fill that glass for her.

When I took a serious look at the man before me, I saw a large beer gut hanging over his erection that was sticking straight out towards me. The fat gut was a real turn off for me, but when I saw that yet another man had become amazingly hard for me, I leaned in to taste him. His huge mushroom head was the largest in the room for sure and very smooth, and he was rather thick like Buck, but as far as length he had the shortest one I had ever seen. I wrapped the fingers of my right hand around it and all four inches of it was rock hard. Realizing that he was so hard for me, my lips and tongue, somehow turned me ravishingly lustful with the desire to tuck my head under his belly and work his cock like I had several girls do to me many times in the past. I found that my encouraging actions got his attention and he was soon pointing out to the group of men how hard I was working to please him. I kept my eyes shut tight to remove myself from the embarrassment. All the names I was hearing had always been so awful before meeting Buck, but somehow getting called a queer or fag while I was trying to make a man cum for me didn’t seem demeaning all that much. What the names did do was remind me that I had a contribution to make and let a hand drop to my cock again. Luckily, I was still hard and got back on track pretty easily.

Perhaps the only thing I heard that did bother me was when someone referred to me as a cocksucking sissy. The cocksucking thing was pretty much a given, but I refused to accept the fact that I was a sissy. I had fought this as long as any guy could have, but now I was taking the easier path for my own reasons. That train of thought halted quickly when I thought about how I had acted with Buck two nights earlier. I may have invited him to my backside, but after I had him on the hook, I got pretty sissified. He even had me screeching and crying at points and begging him to finish with me.

I saw out of the corner of my eye that Cindy was just getting her guy to squirt his cum into the glass. Unfortunately, Denise was tapping her arm now for the glass. I saw them hurrying each other and soon the glass made it’s way into Denise’s control. I turned my thoughts back to the man in front of me and became so enamored with this short, fat cock that I took him fully into my mouth over and over. I could tell the men were all talking derisively about me, but I was on a mission to fill that glass for Cindy, just to knock her down a peg. And I was evidently doing a great job on him, because I felt my head fully impaled at the same time as I felt his hands grabbing me way too hard. I reached one hand back to find the glass and tried twisting my head away from him. I was about to give up on the glass when I saw Cindy next to us and holding it inches from my face.

The glass was filling faster than I imagined it might and I checked out the slimy mess while I continued blowing the new guy. When I saw my hand was getting better results for the ending, I snatched my head away and aimed his cock for the glass. I watched Cindy’s face as much as she was mine. She was sure I had the Queen on the table, but I had read the guy’s face when he had lifted her card. We began taunting each other over who would be drinking the mix of milked semen and I believe I put her in her place by calling her the biggest bitch of the three of us. Her sneer came back.

And that was the very moment I found I had a new predicament to deal with on top of everything else. Cindy stood up and went over to Buck, slithered her way down his chest, and began sucking his cock. She kept her eyes on mine the whole time and before I knew it was happening, I was enraged that she was blowing my guy. Hearing me say that in my own mind made me go numb. I had thought of Buck as my… guy! What the hell was going on that I could even begin to get jealous over this shit?

Buck saw it in me too and seemed to rub it in that he had my competition attached to his cock. He reminded me and Denise that we had donations to make and we each started pulling on ourselves. I felt so awkward with all the men standing around us watching while we tried to remain horny enough to ejaculate. Whether it was the only sexual act going on or what, Denise and I were both watching Buck get his blowjob. I was pissed that she was doing him right there in front of me, but it was working on keeping me hard. And when Buck started grabbing her to fuck her harder, I could feel my cum boiling over. But Cindy spun around and dragged me to Buck to finish sucking him off. The glass was pushed back into my left hand and I was jerking myself with my right hand; all while getting my head punctured by Buck’s full staff.

The fat guy I had just serviced seemed wholly unappreciative by what I had done for him. He started ridiculing me over my sporadic movements and jerks, mixed with my gaggling and gurgling sounds. When I heard him berating me as a cocksucking little faggot, his words pushed me over the edge. I tried looking down to make sure I was hitting the glass, but it was a clumsy attempt and I went with the Braille method of aiming my cum to the glass instead.

I was recovering fairly well and just getting in tune with the fucking Buck was giving me when the glass was taken from me. When I felt the tensing sensation in the front of Buck’s legs, I reached back and made a grab for it back. I saw Denise was cumming in it and tried to slow Buck up, and I guess it worked just long enough. Just as Cindy got the glass in front of Buck, I took him out of my mouth and held him to it. I could see that the glass was almost half full and thick of slime. I got pissed again when Cindy leaned over and cleaned the head of his dick from the last couple of drops.

The three of us trainees sat on our asses on the floor while one of the owners took the glass from us. There was a big deal made of lifting the last card on the table. When it was shown to us, it turned out to be a five. Denise was saved. When the man lifted the middle card, he looked at Cindy and made a “tsking” sound. He walked over to Cindy and said, “Here you go little girl. It’s all yours.”

I watched her taking it into her hand and all the faces that went along with what was expected of her. She sat back a little and put the glass to her mouth. I watched her tipping her head back to gulp it down. But that wasn’t what happened. She took a small taste of it and then held the glass to Denise’s lips and she took a taste of it as well. They both began smacking their lips as if the slime was a delicacy. Then she tried putting the glass to my mouth and I refused. I saw two cameras suddenly in hands instead of the tripods that held them earlier. Cindy grabbed my hair and tried forcing me to hold still, but after a minute, she let it go.

Cindy sat back and took another swig from the glass, and obviously a much larger one than her first taste. She handed the glass to Denise and I waited for her to repeat her friends’ lead, but instead I found myself falling backwards. Cindy was tackling me and before long, Denise was helping her get me prone on the floor. Cindy began trying to kiss me and I knew she was trying to force her mouthful of cum into me. I fought her back for a moment, but I felt her fingers gripping the fat around my newly forming nipples and then she squeezed the hell out of them. That forced my mouth open and her lips pasted themselves against mine. I felt the sperm drooling into my mouth and wanted to gag, but I was in so much pain that I began swallowing it just to make her let go of me.

Cindy’s owner brought the rest of the glass to Cindy and she held it to my lips. I murmured a definite curse at her and she began twisting my new buds into painful bumps. Denise started pulling my hair and everyone in the room began chanting for me to take it. Buck went over to the table and I saw him grabbing the first card. He held it up to show me that I had drawn the Queen all along and I allowed my lips to fall apart. I was given a warning that if I spilled any, I would be taking it off the carpet later. I held my mouth open while Cindy dumped the entire glass into my mouth, then wiped her finger through it to make sure I got it all.

When she took the glass away, I started feeling sick and closed my mouth. That just made me feel the scum more and it was the most horrible thing I could imagine having to do. But Cindy had her hand over my mouth in a flash and Denise was cooing that it was my initiation to take it. I looked a last time at the Queen in Buck’s hand and when Denise rubbed the side of my throat, I swallowed. The new round of jeers began and I felt utterly humiliated and emasculated beyond words. When I was released, I had to finish trying to clean my mouth of an abundance of left over mess. The men were talking about taking turns raping my ass.

My eyes darted to Buck’s and despite his attempt to play along with the other guys, I felt assured that he was still going to protect me from going that far. Somehow, getting my ass fucked by Cindy seemed within the boundaries even by my standards, but I still expected him to save me from other men.

Before long, and only after getting rushed to the back of the couch to strike fear in me, everyone had gone their own ways. Buck told me he was hungry and asked me if I was as well. Actually, it was just a set up to taunt me over eating the glass of cum. I was put to work fixing him dinner. The flood of tingling was still in my mouth from the sperm drink, so I set about making his food in silence. When he started to unlock my cuff, I stopped him.

“Leave it on me… please.”

I saw Buck set back on his heels and he told me he thought I had earned some freedom. I found myself admitting to him that the chain made dealing with what had happened to me seem easier to accept. Even while I worked to prepare his dinner, it served such a huge purpose in reminding me that I had chosen to go forward. I had made it through everything he had thrown at me today, and I needed the support of the chain to tell me that it really wasn’t a voluntary action on my part. It was for the most part, but I still couldn’t believe that.

I sat at Buck’s feet while he sat at the table eating. He made me talk about what had happened to me and after a while I understood he was sort of debriefing me for the details from my point of view. I showed my hand pretty much when I reached out and took Buck’s cock into my hand. He had started to grow hard again and I seemed to be losing my will not to touch him in that condition. He kept turning a little bit at a time and spreading his legs a little. I knew he wanted another blowjob. I was about to say I was still sick from the glass I drank earlier, but when he mentioned how Cindy had given him a pretty lame blowjob, I found it easy to work my head to his crotch and began servicing him. He went back to eating and I was almost an insignificant part of everything.

When Buck was done eating, he told me it was time for him to concentrate on feeding me. He turned towards me directly and I made a new effort to please him. He told me that after what he had seen earlier that he expected me to swallow his load on my own this time. I paused long enough to tell him I couldn’t do that, but he replaced my head and assured me that I could. I really did my best to meet his expectations of me, but when he told me he was cumming, I instinctively grabbed his hand and put it to the back of my head. He kept pulling it away and telling me to do it on my own. I knew he was seconds away from flooding my mouth and begged him with my eyes to hold me.

I felt his cock slam deep into me and when my natural reaction jerked my head backwards, it was caught by Buck’s massive hands. In his hands, I knew I could do it, so I relaxed under his pressure and waited for him to cum for me. He saw that it didn’t take much, but just having him holding me made it so much easier to accomplish. I felt his first gush and swallowed in a reflexive manner. It was so warm and almost soothing the way he was so properly placed while he relieved himself into my throat. I saw him smiling. He was smug that he had captured the perfect sucker, and cocksucker, and I was falling for another man to be not my lover, but my master and trainer. Pleasing him was becoming a tacit “thank you” for his teaching me the things he knew I needed to learn.

After we both had our “meals”, he told me that I had advanced to the stage meant to teach me what he referred to as canine obedience. I countered that I had been very obedient up to this point and asked him to skip this part of things. He watched me trying to bargain with him and just as I thought it was working, he went over to the hutch in the living room. When he came back, his hands went around my neck. I knew instantly what he was doing, and as if to prove my willful obedience to him, I held my head down so that he could fasten the dog collar he had placed around my neck. I felt a small padlock getting cinched and when I lifted my head I felt the collar. It was leather and very sturdy. He proved that to me by lifting me off the floor by it, my neck muscles straining to keep my airway from being constricted.

Buck then took the cuff and chain off my leg. I felt so insecure for the brief moments it took him to raise the chain from my ankle to attach it to my new collar. And when I felt it locking into place, I understood my twisted response at being tethered. I had been shown humility beyond belief as a male and now it seemed that he was going to teach me to act like a dog in some way. It only took him a minute to begin telling me some of the things I could expect to be doing. Now, when I needed to go to the bathroom for instance, I had to touch his hand with my nose and whimper to go out. I had to do all my business “outside” and while on my new restraint. When outside, I had to stay on my hands and knees. My food and water would now be served to me in dog food dishes, and on the floor. I was ordered out of the panties and tee shirt and told I would be nude until I fully understood what canine obedience meant.

I was beginning to understand his train of thought. He not only wanted me to become subservient to him as a tranny, but he wanted me as eager to please him as a dog tries to be to its human. He expected me to become just as loyal and as well trained. I had only human wastes to eat so far this evening, so I was told to cut up some left over pieces of steak for my supper. Buck handed me a dog food bowl and had me put the meat into it. I was given a second bowl and turned to fill it with water without waiting for the order. When it was full, I looked around the floor. I knew he had done this to other trainees before and wondered where he wanted me to put it. He finally told me to put it under the kitchen table.

I could see he knew how to make this break down any dignity I might have left, and after I placed my water dish, I went back for the food. Buck grabbed my hand and stopped me. He started dragging me to the couch and sat down with me on my knees in front of him. He took the food dish from me and said, “Looks pretty plain to me. What do you think?”

I agreed with him and asked him what else I might have to fill out the meal. He leaned back and rubbed his cock. I knew there had to be a reason for him to have never dressed since the others were here and I really didn’t like what he was implying to me. He started looking between the bowl and his cock. When I was sure of what he expected, I reached out and started massaging his cock into a full erection. This was the fourth time he was going to get off today and I asked him if he could always do that. He laughed at me and told me to mind my own business.

At first I went slow as I learned how to jerk off another guy. It was weird knowing that I was doing little more than milking my owner for some sick reason. It was also fascinating to be getting such a full knowledge of how my owner’s cock felt. It had been in my mouth enough, but feeling it run repeatedly through my fingers was causing me to leak some precum. I was getting so horny masturbating my guy like this and learning just how he liked it done. At one point I decided I wanted to taste of the head of his cock and leaned over him. He started to brush me away, but I told him I just wanted to suck on the tip of him. I guess my weakness at having to confess that I wanted to taste him made me pathetic enough that he allowed it.

I realized I was becoming fully turned in my mind over this cocksucking stuff. There was something about absorbing that smooth head between my tongue and the roof of my mouth that was making me wickedly horny. When I counted the different guys I had in my mouth all day, it came out to seven, but only five of those men got off with me. Swallowing sperm was still just as hard and knowing what Buck was having me do at the moment seemed beyond anything I would’ve expected of him.

Buck bumped my elbow to show me he had my new food dish, a dog bowl in reality. I took it and sat up to finish working him off. As I awkwardly jerked his cock in a milking fashion, I found it hard to keep from leaning forward again to suck the head of his cock into my mouth. I think when he started tensing up, I noticed for the first time the real intensity he went through to ejaculate. His muscles seemed to double in size. His aggression caused by the need to cum in a memorable way was driving him now.

I held the dog dish between his legs and aimed his cock for the pieces of cut up beef. I watched his first spurt foul my food and I cringed knowing what he was expecting of me. What I did next made me wonder just how much of my brain had been handed over to Buck. I was making sure that his cum was evenly distributed over the food. Why would I have done that instead of aiming it all to one side?

While I applied his final spurts into the dish, I saw his contorted and grimacing face was folding into a much more devilish one that was grinning. He had me, so bad! I was beginning to understand that he was truly gifted. Buck had a way of knowing exactly how far he could go and expect to succeed. There was no question about what was expected of me now. I was to set the food by the water dish under the table and eat it… obediently. I gave a fearful look Buck’s way while trying to tell him everything in my head. He could see I was blindly obeying him already, and since I equated dogs with loyalty and discipline, I knew I had to display it now.

I sat the dish under the table, I twisted my new collar into better position, and crawled under the table to eat. I knew Buck’s eyes would be glued to me and even if they weren’t, displaying loyalty to him meant getting even the impossible things done, especially when he wasn’t looking. I saw him sitting up to the table and figured that he was keeping an eye on me in some reflection. I looked closely at the mess I had made with the sperm I coated the beef with and felt so ill. I fought over my reasons why I would even care to show Buck loyalty and when I realized what I was getting out of it, I shuddered through a dry orgasm. I bent down and first lapped at the “topping”. I didn’t really taste anything, so I took a piece of beef into my mouth and began chewing it. It wasn’t nearly as bad as I expected, but a couple of pieces later when my mouth began to tingle from the cum, I had the most confused emotions of my life. I felt like throwing up and jerking myself off at the same time. As I fought to swallow the wetted beef, I finally admitted to myself the reasons why I would so easily digest this crap. I had fallen in love.

I trusted Buck immensely for some reason, but the love I speak of is more for his actions… and his cock, not the man as a whole. The experimentation of the opposite gender was titillating, but it was the smooth, mushroom shaped cock head of his that I realized I was craving. The taste of cock had nothing to do with anything. It was the feel of another man’s organ in my mouth that I knew I sought and Buck had the perfect one to please me. I knew this meant immediately that I had been turned gay, at the very least bi, but it was still something I wouldn’t be able to talk about.

Eating the rest of my food went extremely easy for me when I decided that in the dim light under the table, that I could fantasize over any twisted fantasy and it would stay my secret. And that fantasy was sucking that cock unmercifully and at will. I couldn’t get that smooth head out of my mind and even mocked mouthing it as I chewed. When the food was gone, I found drinking water was a major task. Buck’s legs were still and I wondered what he had been doing while I ate. I knew there was one thing I would be facing in a moment that would eat me up; Buck’s knowing grin.

I backed out from under the table, but stayed on all fours. I looked up to see that damn grin of his. He held out my two pills and I took them into my mouth. I dove under the table to try to wash them down with whatever amount of water I could suck into my mouth. It seemed impossible to get them to go down this way. After getting a pretty nasty taste of them, I went back to face Buck. He was just staring at me and I knew I was being sized up. I quickly offered to steer his train of thought.

“I got it done, sir. Is that what you wanted to see?”

He looked under the table and saw that the bowl was empty. He smiled, but he knew I had no choice but to have finished it for him. Just a half hour ago I had still needed his guiding hands to swallow his cum, but somehow with my new collar and the expectations I could see had come with it, I had managed to get it down on my own.

With the taste of the pills making me want to heave, I asked Buck what they were and he patted the chair to have me sit at the table. With an incredulous smile on his face, he asked me why I had waited so long to ask about them. I turned into a babbling idiot trying to explain my complacency to him.

“I don’t know… that first time in the cornfield… you didn’t hurt me, so I figured I could trust you. I really didn’t even care what they were… not really. You asked me to eat them and I… trusted you.”

I guess hearing me say I trusted him twice was a real inspiration to him. He reached over to my chest and squeezed the burgeoning fat around each nipple. He twisted at them crudely and painfully. He slowly told me that the pills were female hormones, but with a little extra kick to them. It was pointed out to me that within a few days I would begin my major growth spurt and he bet that my eventual tits would be bigger than Cindy’s. I thought about that for a moment and asked Buck if there was some way to keep them from growing so large. I explained that I had always had a fondness for smaller tits and I would feel much more comfortable with them that way. I was really afraid that my body might never reabsorb the fat cells if they grew too big, so I allowed my new sensitive side to bargain for me. I slid off my chair and onto Buck’s lap. I placed his hands over my buds and made him physically work them.

“Doesn’t that feel good in a different way. You’ve always made women here. Wouldn’t you like to keep one girl around? I’ve been a good girl for you so far, haven’t I?”

It turned out that Buck had simply assumed that I would want large tits and after a little coaxing and begging on my part, he told me he would see if it were possible. Simply cutting the dose of pills seemed like the most effective way, so he agreed that once they started blooming that we would cut back on dosage.

Buck went outside to do something and I sat there realizing I had just won my first real battle. He equated profitability with the size of tits, but I had him thinking now that his bevy of perverts would include many men that liked younger girls. “Many men” stayed in my mind for quite a while. I kept forgetting that part and I knew it wouldn’t be long at all before I would have to prostitute myself for my owner. I was scaring myself and looked for another topic to work on, but having to please other men to please Buck just kept working itself back to the forefront. I wondered just how far I would go to please my owner, and then… why in hell would I want to please him. I immediately thought of Buck’s cock when it was hard for me. Damn, I was becoming such a chick. Why did his cock keep coming to me as the reason I was staying here?

The prostitution thing stayed in my head for a half hour. I kept going between the repulsiveness of it and needing to wipe precum from my own prick. I knew I was going to have to look at it as if each time was just a walk into the bedroom with someone like Frank. It probably wouldn’t even be as bad as a training session because the guy would just want a quick blowjob and be out of there. Frank hadn’t even worried about making me swallow, so it seemed less extreme than when Buck was in teaching mode.

I was thinking how I would always remember Frank as my first act of prostitution and how much it had pleased Buck when it was all over. The way he snatched the money out of my hands bothered me a little, but it was also somehow inspiring to me that he really hadn’t cared about what I had done to earn it for him. At least, not until later when he debriefed me about it.

There was the sound of a car coming up the road and I peeked out to see if I recognized it. It was someone new and occupied by a single man. I grabbed my chain and headed for the back room. Since there weren’t any tees in the room, I put on one of the tops Buck had me buy. It was a simple button down top, cotton, and unfortunately, cute in a young girl way. It was a midriff type cut and I hadn’t noticed that when I bought it. I was just about to put on some panties and shorts when Buck came in. He saw my state of dress and thought it was amusing that I had such a feminine top on. As I worked on the panties, he decided that he wanted to see me in the skirt as well. I pleaded with him not to make me wear the skirt. I knew he was going to be bringing me out front to meet the new guy and I was already freaking out enough. But, as always, I did as I was told.

I was introduced to Brian and was told he was the group’s biggest buyer of the videos and pictures. He was fixed on my skirt and top and probably had to wonder why I was still so masculine looking. Buck saw his questioning and told Brian all about me. He told him how I was going to be the different tranny that guys would find hot and appealing. My boobs were a great part of the main topic and Brian insisted that they had to be big if he was going to buy any pics from Buck. I knew Buck and I were in agreement to try something different with me, but Brian was stuck on the status quo.

They watched all of my tapes while critiquing them and I found myself paying attention to understand what the men found most fascinating about them. Something about Brian kept coming out. He liked the aggressive behavior I endured and I even took note that he got really hard every time he saw me being forced into something. But the guy kept insisting that men preferred tranny’s with real sized tits. I knew I had to change his mind and engaged him over what he thought was most profitable. As soon as I asked, I realized I was speaking out of turn and backed down, but it turned out that the men liked my participation in talking about my own demise. It was easy to act negatively about several things they mentioned, but I would try to put a positive spin for myself on even the worst suggestions. I could see Buck really liked my suggesting things that might work against me, but I was hoping to make things work for me. When I began thinking that no matter what I said, Brian was still requiring me to have the big tits, I finally went into a mental mode of winning. I threw myself right into the middle of things.

“I think guy’s would like the little girl look… and I think they would enjoy it so much that they’d pay anything for it. I bet the sickos would get off imagining they were raping a kid.”

I obviously piqued Brian’s interest in listening to me with those statements. The word rape seemed to mesmerize him, but both of the men lit up when I spoke of ‘the little girl look’. I had them teetering and I knew if I wanted any chance on getting my male look back after all this was over, I had to nail the finish. I didn’t want to risk pissing off Buck by making an offer that he hadn’t approved of, so I threw out a generic idea to feel out an answer.

“Let me prove it to you then.”

The second I said it, I realized that I had left it open ended. I looked at Buck to see his expression and he was intrigued. I took that as a sign that he wanted to see how far I might go to get my way. I kept watching him until I got a small nod to continue. I searched my mind for an acceptable way to put things, but I suddenly seemed to get stage fright. Both men were egging me on to come up with proof. Between my embarrassment of having to answer in front of both of them and my fear of what I really could offer, I decided to take the extreme measure of separating the two. But… there was only one way I could see of doing that.

I walked towards the hallway to the bedroom and turned to see a bewildered look on the both of them. I asked, “Well…” and continued walking to the bedroom. Brian had taken the suggestion well and was soon closing the door behind us. I knew I had to drum up an incredible amount of offerings to get anything, so I decided that I would go for every bit of muscle I could get.

I turned and faced Brian, just inches from his face. I had to look up slightly to meet his eyes and tried to force my most available feminine side to come out. After several awkward moments, I reached out and grabbed his crotch, and received a big smile. That spurred me into lifting my top over my head. I knew I only had two tiny, puffy areas to be seen, but I took his hands and brought them to my buds anyway.

“Close your eyes,” I said, “and imagine I was much younger.” I felt his fingers feeling for their best grips. “I know they’re small now, and I want them to get bigger, but I still want to look young. Play with them and imagine them a couple of inches bigger. Wouldn’t they feel so hot and illegal? Please tell Buck I can keep them small, please?”

He kept his eyes closed, but I could tell I was having a huge effect on him. I don’t know what came over me, but I suddenly decided to make this guy my second John. For some unexplained reason, his hands on me drove me into a fit of heat and promiscuous thoughts. I felt a whole new kind of power welling up inside of me. I reached out and lifted his shirt over his head. He now knew I was offering him sex and there was no way I was going to let him say ‘no’. I pulled on his shoulders until I felt the bed at the back of my knees, and then pulled him on top of me. My collar felt huge when it hit the bed and scratched my neck. And I made a mental note that the chain was also less than pleasing going right down the middle of my back.

I could tell immediately by his response that he was a lot freakier when it came to sex then he would have wanted Buck to know about. I reached between us to get his pants opened and a wall of evil came over me. I got his pants opened enough so I could grab his shaft roughly. A mission came to mind that I was going to get enough power to absolutely blow Buck’s mind. I was also making up my mind that with this man on top of me, that I was really going to show my loyalty tonight. I was still sore, but with the feeling of a man pinning me down with his weight set my crotch on fire, and I knew I wanted to let Buck fuck me again. But there was no way this clown was going to get that, so I went to work.

I worked his cock a moment and then went down to squeeze his balls some. I brought my hand back up to our faces and said, “Give me a twenty and I’ll make you smile.” I knew that wasn’t enough to sound the way I wanted, so I added, “Give me forty and I’ll change your mind about what you look at me for.”

His eyes lit up. I could tell he thought this was a freebie and he showed a moment of indignation, but then I saw he was intrigued. He instantly said he had forty and told me to get to work. I shook my head slowly, raised my eyebrows and said, “Up front, dude.”

That got me a new smirk and he fished out his wallet. He only had a hundred and a fifty, so he held out the fifty and was about to ask for change when I snatched it from him and clutched it tightly in my hand.

“Don’t worry… you won’t need change.”

I pushed his pants farther down and he stood to kick them off. I saw he was hard as a rock for me and that did it. I understood now what the fascination of seeing a guy hard for me meant. It was my kicker. It kicked in my sex drive in a heartbeat and it invoked a certain lust for sex from me. The genders of that sex was all blurred now, but it really didn’t seem to matter anymore. Sex was sex, and at the moment I was dressed like a girl, so I had to play the part.

Brian laid back on top of me and I spread my legs to imitate a girl. I forced his hands out from under him and put them back to my buds. I then pushed my hand back down to play with him and to keep him excited. I told him to close his eyes again and he did with a slight groan. I pushed my chest into his hands and kept him very aroused with playing with them. He bent down and I experienced a mouth sucking my nipples for the first time. It electrified my already wanton acts, and I worked to get his cock between my legs so he could dry hump me. He accepted my invitation and murmured something about ‘maybe I was right’.

I decided to work his mind and when I realized I was crushing Buck’s money in my hand as I held onto Brian’s shoulder, I went total slut.

“Yeah… you like the feel of buds, don’t you? But I bet you have another fetish you’re hiding, right?”

He stared into my eyes for a moment and I could see he wanted to kiss me, but was too macho. I told him what happened stayed with me and pursed my lips, and closed my eyes. I felt him kissing me and slipping his tongue into my mouth. I began moaning and had to wonder myself if it was a sales gimmick or if he was affecting me this much.

Brian started talking about how there may be a few buyers that would like me, if I femmed up some. I responded by kissing him deeply again to let him know I would get more fem for him. I freaked him out royally for a moment when I decided to explore that other side I had seen in him. I pushed on his chest to get him off me. He was thinking that I was taking his money and running I guess, but whatever caused his action, it was the one I was looking for.

Brian grabbed my shoulders and pushed me back down onto the bed. He looked mean and pissed off, so I let him know I just elicited his mood for a reason by saying, “You know, I bet if there were a little anger to it, other buyers would like it too. I saw your hardon out there when the word rape was mentioned.”

I realized I left another sentence open for interpretation and worked quickly to limit his thoughts. “You can’t get rough with my ass… you know it’s off limits…but that doesn’t mean you can’t use my mouth.”

His expression was priceless. I had hit his secret right on the head. He told me that Buck would come in if he thought I was getting hurt. I liked hearing him say that and then I gave him a twisted little look that said I would take care of it. I wrestled my way out from under him and told him I would be right back. As I stood up, I patted the skirt I was wearing into a neat appearance. I shocked myself over how automatically that had come to me.

I went out to tell Buck that I was making him a big sale and he was quite happy. He saw the bill tightly crunched in my hand and when he went for it, I pulled it away. I told him I hadn’t finished earning it yet and I would give it to him when I was done. I then told him that he might hear some noise that Brian feared would bring him in and I told him I would be alright. I told him I would cry out Uncle if he hurt me. Buck seemed concerned with my safety, but Buck was still bigger than this guy and I felt safe anyplace in the house with him there. I went back to the bedroom and saw Brian was checking out my skirt. To get things going again, I teasingly lifted the edges of the skirt to reveal my panties and got a rare look at what only girls see as a response to a quick flash.

Brian sat up and pulled me to him by my waist. I made him promise that he understood the rule not to touch my butt and he promised he wouldn’t. I caught a glimpse of the camera still on a tripod in the corner of the room and made Brian wait until I turned it on. It was aimed at the foot of the bed and I told Brian that if he didn’t want his face in the film how he could keep it from being seen. Then the show was on.

Brian spun me around to sit on his lap. He started playing with me and feeling my buds. His jaw was in the crotch of my neck and I wondered what I would be in for as he slowly molested me. I knew his passion was a rape fantasy and I started to help set the scene. And perhaps the best way to make any male aggressive is by cock teasing him. I could feel his boner pushing against my ass, so I started pushing his hands away and told him he had enough. That look of incredulous thought came back and I stood up. I made sure not to pull away from him though. I saw he was hesitating over what to do with me, and it took one quick look of approval from me before he grabbed my arms and put me on my back on the bed.
His cock was waving around menacingly and I grew so horny seeing how turned on he was over me. His cock was solid and skinny. I was looking subconsciously to see how hard I was going to be face fucked, and when I saw it was really narrow at the tip of his cock, I realized I could be in a lot of trouble. Brian brushed my skirt away and made it clear he liked to see it on me. He rubbed his palm along the crease of my legs and just as Buck always did, made sure not to touch my cock or balls. That meant that at this very moment Brian was fantasizing about feeling me up as a girl and that made my hips respond automatically to meet his groping.

Brian was becoming transparent to me and I saw he needed encouragement. I had him sold on me as an abstract piece of work and I was going to keep it going. I started cock teasing him again and he continued getting more aggressive. He wasn’t going to let me get away, but he wasn’t trying quite as hard to get what he wanted as I would like. After all, I was still the shy one here. I was the one being humiliated and degraded beyond belief. Our hands became sparring partners and soon I had agitated him enough to respond with all the aggression it would take to fuck my face the way he dreams of during masturbation. I pushed him over the edge with a childish taunt that was meant to extract the aggression I was looking for to overcome my own fears.

“What are you going to do? Rape me?”

Before I knew what was going on, I was being wrestled back to the bed and manipulated into an odd position for him. He was forcing my head off the end of the bed and had my feet aimed towards the headboard. Fighting against a naked man’s body was making my own crotch heat up and I really wanted him to turn me into his cocksucker. I was just as enthralled by our sexual jockeying as he was and I would be in so much trouble if he knew how bad I wanted him to stuff his cock into my mouth. His head may be small, but I wanted to feel it against the roof of my mouth so badly.

I didn’t know it until it happened, but I was about to find out about a position that was as threatening as it was erotic. When he laid over me in a sixty-nine position with his cock slapping against my face, I figured that he might want to take a little taste of me. But I was so wrong. This position was for his benefit only and it became apparent the second I opened my mouth to take him into me. I had absolutely no control over how hard he fucked me this way, and far worse, this position obviously provided the best possible alignment if he wanted to deep throat me.

My hands flung out to the side of me when I felt him making himself at home in my mouth and he tested my depth a couple of times. I started to fight him a little because of how hard he was pushing against my throat and in such a short time. Before either of us knew it, we were going at each other. I kept trying to push him away and he kept right on using my mouth. My legs and arms were flailing around trying to get him off me. I was so worried that he was going to hurt my throat that I was seriously working to get away from him. I thought he had lost control of his own fantasy. I’m not suppose to get hurt.

“So, this is what you want, you little bitch? Here… take it then.”

I felt him poking into my throat and I screamed in a very muffled fashion. Over and over, he kept poking me deep until I would gag and then withdraw for another probing. The sounds emanating from my throat were grotesque and gurgling for air. When I couldn’t take fending him off any longer, I forced him to one side to bargain with him.

“Please, wait… okay, you’ve won. I’ll let you try to do it, but go easy.”

I got a lot of scoffing over my inability to stop him and this time he let my hands stay on his hips to help guide him. Considering I never said what he was allowed to “try”, his actions showed we were on the same page. I worked fast to calm my mind and relax my throat. He wasn’t waiting for me and it was plain to see that he knew how to fuck a reluctant throat from past experience. Knowing he was experienced took away some of my fears. At least he would understand the necessity to give me air and he would know what to look for if I were really in trouble.

It all became mute when I felt the head of his cock enter my throat for the first time. But unlike the other two men that had succeeded in doing this to me, he didn’t give me time to adjust to his intrusion. He kept sliding his cock in slowly until I felt his pelvic bone hitting my teeth. I hadn’t gotten a very big breath, so by the time he took several short jerks into me and pulled out, I was badly in need of air.

He repeated that exercise several times and demeaned me verbally all along the way. Then I felt him lifting my skirt and pushing my panties over my prick and balls. He taunted my flaccid state and grabbed my balls. What he said next as he was just beginning to take his short jerks while he was buried deep in me, scared the hell out of me.

“I can’t wait to get these balls as my next trophy.”

What did he mean? Did he consider taking the testicles of men he helped turn genders was some sort of a hobby for him. His attitude seemed so smug and sure of himself that I feared he might be right about getting mine. I was freaking out in my mind to no end while he gave me an air break. I started to tell him he would never get my balls when he silenced me with his next thrust. He switched his efforts now that he had gotten me quieted down enough to fuck me. He began taking full strokes into my throat until he bottomed out on my chin and then withdrew quickly. I only got a second between thrusts, but I got his tempo and decided that I could wait him out if he kept to this style of fucking.

I felt like I was upside down with my head falling back off the bed, but every time I felt him sliding his rock hard shaft into my throat I quivered a little with my own satisfaction. He made it seem so easy to fuck my throat so slowly that again I had to feel his cock working me over by putting my hand over my throat. I was just beginning to get some measure of pleasure for myself when he began fondling my balls again and claiming them as his. I imagined what it would feel like after voiding that space of my nuts and shuddered a little. The more he talked about buying the film of me being castrated and then purchasing my balls, the more my body quivered.

The bastard had to be picking up on how close I was to cumming because he started being more assertive in fucking me. He knew what effect his words were having on me and soon he was asking me to give them to him right then. I was shaking uncontrollably over the vulgar images running through my mind. I thought of how I had let this man turn my head into nothing more than a pussy to get off in. I could hear him offering different amounts of money to sell my balls to him right now and then I felt my abdomen spasm violently enough to make the man in my mouth bounce around on top of me.

Brian told me I had cum unlike anything he had ever seen, squeezed my balls some more, and then started emptying his own balls while buried all the way into my throat. My hands went from pushing on his hips to his ass to pull him into me. I could feel every climatic spurt and moaned my approval that he was feeding me. While I waited for him to finish, I thought about how I had just cum. I hadn’t felt the typical hold back feeling I normally got before ejaculation, but I definitely felt the rush of warmth running from me. It also crushed just about any realistic thought I had left of staying a male. I had now stayed totally soft while getting fucked in both my ass and now my mouth.

Brian pulled out of my throat and squirted his last two shots onto my face, and then wiped the head of his cock off on my lips. I laid there for a moment to catch my breath and Brian was beside himself with how well I had seduced him. He told me that I could get a lot of what I wanted for repeat performances. I asked him about my boobs and he just smirked. I sat up and wiped most of the cum from my face, and then looked at my own on the bed. It kept seeming to get creamier and whiter. I got myself together and went for a towel to clean myself off along with the bed. For some reason I started on the bed and Brian came close to me. He softly requested that certain things stay between us and I nodded my head. I knew whatever Buck wanted to know, I would tell him. Brian only had the standing now of a client.

He left before me and I started to wipe my face off. I again felt the wadded up bill in my hand and stopped. I left it there to get Buck’s reaction. I noticed the light was still lit on the camcorder, so I shut it off. When I went to sit back down with the guys, I decided to take a submissive pose and sat on the carpet. I still only had on my skirt and panties, and of course I had no idea how to close my legs.

Buck grabbed my hair and tilted my head back to see my face. He was so pleased I had left it there for him to see. I was starting to suspect there was a kinkier side to Buck than even I had imagined so far. I handed the tightly rolled bill to him and he smiled again as he unrolled it to see how much I had earned him. He asked Brian if he got his money’s worth and he could tell just by his grin that he had. He elaborated on my skills and told him as long as I could work a guy like I had done to him, that what I looked like was up to him and me. After talking about how well I had accepted his throat fucking, Buck asked him what he thought would make a good film. Brian thought for a moment and then suggested letting me come up with something. The only hint of his view was that he made an off-the-cuff comment about seeing me forced to do something.

As soon as Brian left, I learned that he had told Buck about him getting me to cum as he fucked me. He asked me if he were lying and I shook my head to say he was right. I saw him tucking that information away for later processing. But after a lot of prodding, he got me to admit that I had been thinking about castration when I got off. I told him how he had been talking, and how at odds I was over his comments. I didn’t understand myself why I would cum thinking about my own sexual mutilation. And having another man talk about them as a trophy made me shake in fear again.

I asked Buck if he really collected testicles and his patented grin came over his face. “Sure does.” he said. “He’s paid as much as 5000 for a pair in the past. Why, what did he offer for yours?”

I told him he would never get them to hang on his wall and Buck pointed out that he actually kept them in jars on his mantel. Buck wouldn’t let the castration topic go and after about fifteen minutes, he grabbed me to him. He pushed his hand into my panties and ran his thumb under my foreskin. I knew what he was doing and waited for his comments.

“Damn, Sidney. You’re getting as wet down there as a woman. The thought of getting castrated is really turning you on, isn’t it? I knew you were gonna go all the way for me. Now it’s just a matter of time before you tell me to collect them.”

I got pissed at the thought that he actually believed I would allow another man to cut my balls off as his trophy. I told him so, but his assured smile kept telling me I was a liar. He teased me about losing my nuts for the longest time and even made me lose my clothes so he could see the effect his words were having on me. He began tugging on my balls and asking me when he could have them to sell. He started telling me that he might be able to get six or seven thousand for them and I hated the fleeting thought I had of my exalted desirability. I began begging him to not ask for me to castrate myself and promised him I would prove I was worth more with them. After a great deal of attempted bargaining, Buck leaned close to my ear and said, “Okay kid. But I know some day you’ll be begging me to sell them for you.”

He took one last feel under my foreskin to find me full of and leaking precum. This was the most embarrassed I had been in front of him. It was degrading and the worse humiliation I suffered knowing that my body was testifying against me.

At the end of the day, I was left in my room, unchained, while Buck left to get food. Since he had taken me off my chain, I asked him to lock the door. He understood I only wanted an excuse to keep from fleeing him. As soon as he left, my sick and twisted mind set out to do what I had been thinking about for hours.

I got the pictures from behind the wall and set them on the floor. I placed the last ones showing the before and after shots of the trainee that had been castrated as a second row. I put my hand into my panties and started fondling myself. I wasn’t jerking off, just manipulating myself. I would stare at one of the pictures and then close my eyes to grope away. I repeated that action as I studied the most intriguing part of each picture. I saw my chain just off to my side and decided I needed it. I hooked it to my collar and locked it. I went back to fondling myself.

When I got to the picture of the boy after castration, I pushed my balls to one side and rubbed the empty space with my other hand. Feeling that flat spot and my cock was exuberating to me. These fucking captors of mine were winning and I was growing so weird over the thought of being castrated. I imagined them in a jar of liquid being auctioned off just after being separated from my body. I thought about how proud Buck would be of me and I actually felt tears running from my eyes as my cock momentarily grew half hard over the idea of my seeing my balls cut off.

The worst news I had received so far was when I felt the warm flush of my own cum running freely from my cock and soiling my panties. I never even began to jerk myself off, I had only rubbed myself much as a girl would. I needed Buck home fast. I wanted to feel his arms around me to tell me everything was okay and that whatever happened to me would be under his protection. I needed to know I was safe.

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