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Although I was a happily married straight guy, with a nice car and a good job I spent far too many hours looking at pornography on the internet. I don’t know why but I was always attracted to the BDSM type of websites and would download image after image of people helplessly tied up in various different types of bondage.

One night, while surfing the net I stumbled across a Female Domination site that dealt with ‘forced’ feminization. Instantly I was hooked. The idea of a respectable, straight male being forced into female attire and made to perform sexually with another male turned me on more than anything else I had ever seen. After this I scoured the internet on an almost daily basis, finding every story, picture and message board relating to the subject. I also became fascinated with transvestites and shemales and occasionally, while my beautiful wife slept in the next room, I would even jerk myself off to photos of hardcore gay sex. Afterwards I would always feel guilty and ashamed, but before long I would be at it again.

I began to crave sex with another man. I wanted more than anything to take a large cock in my mouth and suck on it until I got a mouthful of thick cum. I even began to go off sex with my wife, preferring instead to masturbate while looking at pictures of big cocks. Eventually, the craving got too bad. All day long I could think of nothing except sucking on a huge cock and I knew I had to actually do it for real. Although I knew that the reality would probably be much different to the fantasy I knew there was only one way to find out. I needed to suck cock.

I began placing adverts on personals sites on the net. Ideally I was looking for a local transvestite who would let me suck ‘her’ cock. I figured that this would not make me as ‘gay’ as if I sucked a man’s cock. I soon realised however that 99% of advertisers on these sites were timewasters and after a few contacts that looked hopeful I was still no nearer to getting a hard cock in my mouth. Broadening my search, I started advertising on gay sites and before long I was contacted by a local guy by the name of Steve. Judging by his photo he was about the same age as me and although he was gay he recalled how nervous he was when he first went with another guy. He promised that he would take it gently with me and just let me explore my craving at my own pace. We arranged to meet the following Friday evening at his place on the other side of town. The days went by slowly and I kept looking at the photograph of his cock which he had emailed to me. I wondered what it would taste like in my mouth? What would it feel like when my lips wrapped around it for the first time? Would I be able to swallow all of his cum?

Friday came and I was very close to backing out. Did I REALLY want to do this? I made up some excuse to tell my wife, and drove over to the neighbourhood where Steve lived. I was so nervous that I drove around for ages before finally parking in Steve’s street. I knew that if I went through with this that it would change my life forever, but I also knew that if I backed out now I would always be asking ‘what if?’ Slowly, I walked up the steps and knocked on Steve’s front door.

Steve looked exactly like his photo and was wearing nothing but a robe as he opened the door and invited me inside. I looked nervously around as he led me into the living room and gestured for me to take a seat. As he took my coat and went to get some drinks my heart was pounding in my chest. What was I doing here? I’m not gay! I’m a married man for Christ’s sake! My hard cock however told a different story and throbbed painfully as Steve came back in with the drinks.

He was so easy to talk to and for a while we made idle chit chat as a gay porn film played on the TV. The talk soon got around to sex and Steve began to ask me about my fantasies. As I began to tell him my innermost desires I started to feel dizzy. The room began to spin and I suddenly realised that I had been d**gged! Angrily I stood up to leave but my legs gave way beneath me and with my vision blurring I passed out on the floor.

2.

I don’t know how long I had been u*********s but as I slowly started to come round it was obvious that I was no longer in Steve’s living room. Cursing myself for getting into this situation my heart sank as my eyes began to focus on my surroundings. I was in some kind of dungeon. Manacles, chains and whips hung from the walls and a vast collection of sex toys in all shapes and sizes stood on a table against the opposite wall. Starting to panic I tried to move. I was going to get the hell out of here! How could I have been so stupid! Again my heart sank as I realised I was going nowhere.

I was in a set of stocks. My head and hands were tightly secured and my body was bent over with my legs spread wide apart, apparently locked to some kind of spreader bar. Looking to my left I could see myself in the large full length mirror that decorated the wall. My God! I couldn’t believe what I saw. I was naked apart from a black suspender belt and a pair of fishnet stockings. My feet were teetering in a pair of very high heeled black stilettos and I had bright red lipstick thickly applied to my lips. I began to get really worried as from behind me I heard a door open and someone enter the room.

Looking up I was greeted by the sight of Steve who walked around and stood in front of me. He was completely naked and the cock which I had previously only seen in the photo now bobbed half erect just inches from my mouth. The last thing I wanted to do now was suck it and Steve just stood there in stony silence as a shouted at him to let me go. I squirmed nervously as he interrupted my tirade of abuse. He explained to me exactly what was going to happen and I listened in quiet disbelief. He knew my name, my address, my phone number, credit card details and everything. He had obviously been through my pockets while I was u*********s. Damn! He had already taken several photographs of me in my current predicament and if I did not comply with his wishes then these photographs would quickly end up in the hands of my boss and my wife. I knew I had no choice but to go along with him. There was no way I wanted my wife to see me looking like this, and if my boss ever got hold of those pictures I would never live it down. I sighed and told him to get it over with.

Moving towards me I could smell his sex as he positioned the tip of his cock against my lips. “You wanted to suck a cock” he said, “well now is your chance!” The tip pressed against my still closed lips and he reminded me that I had no choice but to do what he wanted. Reluctantly I slowly opened my mouth and for the first time in my life I took a cock in my mouth. For a moment he kept just the head inside my mouth and I felt my own cock harden as he began to push forward. I gagged a little as he grabbed my hair and began to slowly piston in and out of my sucking mouth. I sucked harder, rapidly starting to enjoy the experience. Steve laughed and called me a cocksucker as he continued fucking my mouth. I could feel his cock pulsating in my mouth and I guessed he was very near to cumming. My God, my own cock throbbed with excitement as I realised I was soon going to taste a hot load of cum when suddenly Steve pulled his cock from my lips. I looked up at him in he told me to beg him for his cum. At first I refused but as he teasingly rubbed the tip of his cock on my lips I kept trying to suck it all in and before long I did as he asked. “Please Steve, I want you to cum in my mouth! Please let me finish sucking you!” He laughed and then obliged. Pushing his cock back into my mouth he pumped a few more times before I felt his cock tense up and with a groan he started to shoot his thick cum into my hungry mouth. With him still holding the back of my head I had no choice but to swallow his load and I gulped down every drop from his spurting cock. When he had finished he slowly withdrew his cock from my mouth and I could still taste the sticky cum clinging to my tongue. “So did you like it?” he asked as he walked out of sight behind me. “Let me go!” I yelled and instantly regretted it as he grabbed hold of my ballsack and squeezed and twisted it as hard as he could! “Aaaaargh!” I yelled as again he asked me if I had enjoyed sucking his cock. Not daring to argue with him I meekly said “Yes, I enjoyed sucking your cock!” and was relieved as his hand let go of my aching balls.

“Good!” he said and I could hear him moving around behind me but could not see what he was doing. Suddenly I felt a cold sensation on my exposed asshole and I knew straight away that it was some kind of lubricant. I had fingered my anus myself several times in the past but the feeling of another mans finger pushing inside was totally different. “What are you doing?…” I nervously asked, not entirely sure that I wanted to know the answer. I could feel a finger pushing all of the way inside me and again I began to protest. Suddenly the finger was pulled out and Steve slapped my ass with his hand….hard! As I grimaced in pain he then went over to the table of sex toys and I knew straight away what the item was that he picked up. It was a dildo gag and he wasted no time in securing it to my head. The thick rubber cock filled my mouth and I could only utter stifled grunts and groans as he went back to work on my asshole. I felt his fingers start to fill me and before long he was fucking my ass with three fingers, stretching my lubricated hole as he pushed in and out. With his other hand he started to jerk me off and even in my current predicament I was soon on the verge of cumming. Suddenly he stopped and took his hand off my cock and slid his fingers from my asshole. Again he went towards the sex toys on the table and he began looking at some of the dildos which ranged from very small to extremely large. My eyes grew wide with horror as he selected the biggest dildo I have ever seen in my life. It was about 18 inches long and had a diameter of at least four inches. I struggled frantically in the stocks but to no avail. I felt the lubricated tip of the dildo touch my puckered anus. Slowly and gently Steve began to push the dildo against my hole. Because his fingers had already been in there, it started to open up around the monstrous cock head and I tried to relax as the dildo started to stretch me open. I was in agony as he pushed and pushed but eventually my sphincter yielded and the giant cockhead forced its way inside me. With a groan my anus clamped around the shaft as Steve continued working the dildo into me. Slowly he kept going and I felt like I was going to burst as inch after inch slid into my body. Looking into the mirror I could see that at least 10 inches were now buried deep within me and I was relieved when Steve stopped pushing.

Standing back to admire his handiwork I could see that Steve was erect again. I was surprised when he turned and left the room leaving me with my ass full of dildo. I don’t know how long he was gone but when he came back he had what looked to be a very good quality digital still camera and he proceeded to take lots of pictures of me in suspenders with my anus stretched around a huge rubber cock. I groaned at the thought of my wife seeing those pictures and groaned again as Steve began to slowly east the gigantic dildo out of my abused asshole. As it slipped out I could feel my anus slowly close and although I felt relief that the giant intruder was out I also felt a strange kind of emptiness. Before I had time to recover, I felt something else touch the puckered lips of my sore anus and guessed straight away that it was Steve’s cock. I had never wanted to be fucked by another man. To me that would make me gay and I tried to move to prevent the cock gaining entry but Steve violently grabbed my ass cheeks and with one long, hard stab he thrust his cock all of the way inside me. Because the dildo had loosened me up I was shocked to find myself starting to enjoy being fucked in the ass by another man! Steve grabbed hold of my hips and was fucking me like a bitch and with my own cock throbbing in pleasure I found myself thrusting back to really feel him inside me. As he pumped harder and harder I became more aroused than I ‘d ever been before in my life. Here I was, a straight man, being fucked in the ass by a complete stranger and I was enjoying it! As Steve pumped faster, I knew I was going to cum and as I felt the first spurt of his spunk splattering my insides I also felt my own orgasm approach and within seconds I was groaning into the gag as I shot my load all over the floor. Looking in the mirror I saw Steve slowly pull his cock from my asshole and a string of cum fell out of me as he withdrew.

Suddenly I felt ashamed and abused and started straining at my bonds to be released. Steve told me that he would let me go when I had calmed down and left the room for a while leaving me to collect my thoughts. How long had I been here? What do I tell my wife? Am I gay now? My mind reeled and as Steve released me and handed back my clothes I was no longer angry towards him and instead I just wanted to get back to the safety of my home. As I dressed Steve told me that I had done very well and I couldn’t look him in the eye – this MAN had fucked me!

3.

I breathed a sigh of relief as I heard him shut the door behind me. As the night air hit my face I slowly walked back to my car. It actually wasn’t that late and I hoped that my wife was already asleep by the time I got home.

I drove around for a while to gather my thoughts and I could feel my asshole trying to recover from the nights assault. I slipped quietly into bed beside my sleeping wife who had no idea that her husband was laying next to her with 2 loads of cum inside him. My mind was still racing and eventually I drifted off to sleep with my cock once again erect at the memory of what had happened.

The next day I struggled to act normal in front of my wife and when I checked my email that evening I was surprised to see that my inbox had several messages from Steve. I didn’t want to read them but curiosity got the better of me and I had to have a look. I didn’t like what I saw.

The message read as follows:

Dear Fuckboy

So how did it feel to act out your fantasy? You got a bit more than you bargained for didn’t you? Well theres plenty more to come. As you know I have in my possession several photographs of you in an extremely compromising situation. What you don’t know is that my dungeon room is equipped with several secret video cameras. I have footage of last nights events which, believe me, you do not want to fall into the wrong hands. Remember when you begged me for my cum? Remember that huge dildo up your ass? Remember how you enjoyed me fucking you so much that you shot your load yourself?….How could you forget? I have contact details for your wife and your boss. From now on you are my property Fuckboy. If I call you and tell you to do something, then you will do it! I hope you understand. Reply to this message saying that you do and then wait for my call. It could be tomorrow, it could be next month. Just think how exciting it will be for you know that anytime now your phone could ring and once again you are going to feel hot cum inside you.

My heart sank. The other messages were pictures and still frames obviously taken from the secret cameras in his dungeon. Images of me in fishnet stockings with a cock in my mouth. Images of my anus stretched around that huge dildo. Images of Steve fucking me and my hard cock showing just how much I enjoyed it.

From now on, I knew my life was going to be different.








Curious: Second Encounter


1.

Three weeks had passed since my fateful meeting with Steve, and as yet, despite his threat, I had heard nothing more from him. Since the encounter my sex life with my wife had actually improved and I was fucking her more often than ever before. Although I think this was a vain attempt to regain my heterosexuality my mind kept going back to the events of that night and I still found myself masturbating to images of transvestites and gay sex. Close up images of large, hard cocks made me remember how much I had actually enjoyed sucking one myself and I would instantly get hard when I remembered the feeling of that huge dildo stretching my anus wide and filling me to the hilt before I received that load of cum up my ass from Steve's hard cock. I couldn't deny it, I wanted more. I actually started to email Steve again to see if he wanted to meet me again, but not once did I get a reply.

Then, one day, out of the blue, my mobile phone rang. My heart skipped a beat when I saw that the caller's number was withheld. As soon as I answered it I recognised Steve's voice. "Hello Fuckboy" he said as I nervously looked around to make sure no one could overhear the conversation. He continued, "This Friday, 7:30pm at my house" he said, "by 7:45, if you are not here, your wife will have a very interesting video to watch and your boss will have some interesting images in his inbox. Understand?" he snapped. Nervously I answered. "Yes… yes, I understand" and with that, he hung up. My cock was already hard in anticipation.

Luckily, my wife was going away on Thursday and would not be returning until Monday, so I did not have to make up any excuse to go out on the Friday night. The week went slowly and as soon as my wife had left the house I found myself frantically jerking off while fingering my asshole as I fantasised about what would happen the next night. As soon as I had shot an enormous load of cum I felt the usual pangs of guilt but I knew that I had no choice but to do exactly as Steve instructed. With those incriminating films and photographs of me he could totally ruin my life if I did not meet him the next night.

2.

I made sure I arrived at Steve's house in plenty of time, but I waited in my car until exactly 7:30, when I nervously got out and slowly walked up the steps to his front door. Once again, he answered the door wearing nothing but his robe and I could feel my cock harden as he ushered me inside.

Showing me into the living room I was shocked to see what looked to be a very high quality video camera standing on a tripod facing the centre of the room. He told me to stand in front of it while he moved behind it and checked to make sure everything was set up correctly. The red record light came on and he ordered me to take off all of my clothes. I was nervous as hell and really did not want him to have any more footage of me but I knew I had to do it. Slowly, I began to undress. As I stood naked before him my cock stood at half mast. Although I was nervous I was also excited but was trying not to show it. He then threw me a carrier bag and told me to put on what was inside. Reaching into the bag I found that it contained a pair of hold-up fishnet stockings, a pair of shiny black patent leather high heeled womens shoes and a black bra.

Blushing and embarrassed I struggled into the bra and as I rolled the first stocking up my leg my cock began to get more erect. With the other stocking in place, my cock now bobbed in front of me, fully erect as I stepped into the shoes. "Now," Steve said in a stern voice, "I want you to jerk yourself off for the camera". Grudgingly, I took my manhood in my hand and started stroking. The excitement was too much for me and I soon forgot the camera was there as I started to bring myself close to orgasm, standing in this stranger's living room. "You'd better not get any on the carpet!" he snapped and just in the nick of time I managed to position my cupped spare hand to catch the large thick gobs of cum that spurted from my throbbing cock.

As I caught my breath after shooting my load I looked up at the camera. My God! If anyone saw this they would think I was a real pervert, jerking myself off while dressed in female underwear and teetering in a pair of high heels. "Eat it" Steve said in a persuasive manner from behind the video camera. I've often tried to eat my own cum in the past, but once the thrill of the orgasm has passed the thought quickly becomes unpleasant. I looked down at my cum soaked hand and slowly brought it up to my mouth. "Look at the camera, Fuckboy!". I did as I was told, and slowly began to lick the pungent load of cum from the palm of my hand. I heard the whirr as Steve zoomed the camera in for a close up of my face as I swallowed the last stringy mouthful. As I looked up at the camera, traces of cum glistened on my lips and I heard Steve laugh as he switched off and motioned for me to follow him out of the room.

Now I had achieved an orgasm I really did not want to be there any more and as I followed Steve down some dark stairs I nearly fell as I tried to walk in the stilettos. The room at the bottom of the stairs was instantly recognizable. It was the dungeon where he had fucked me the last time we met. There were the stocks, the large mirror, the handcuffs, whips and manacles exactly how I remembered. The table was still crowded with the collection of sex toys and I could easily see the huge dildo that he had fucked me with the last time I was here. Looking at the size of it now, I could not believe that I had taken it up my tender asshole.

Steve motioned for me to take my place in the stocks and quivering with trepidation I did what he wanted, knowing full well that I was voluntarily putting myself totally at his mercy. He quickly fastened them around my neck and wrists before attaching a spreader bar to my ankles which forced my legs wide apart. Moving in front of me he opened his robe and once again I was face to face with his cock. Reluctantly, I opened my lips and immediately he placed his cock in my mouth and began to face fuck me. He was more violent than before and slammed his cock deep into my throat with long hard thrusts that made me gag as my mouth stretched around his meat. Suddenly, with a groan he started to cum and I was surprised when he pulled out and sprayed his load all over my face. Long jets of hot cum flew from his cock and as he finished his orgasm, my face was dripping with his jism. I tried to lick some from the corner of my mouth and straight away I was aware that he wad photographing me with his still camera. Damn! I must have looked like a desperate cum junky and he laughed as he reminded me what damage he could do with all these pictures.

3.

"Now then Fuckboy! It's time for your enema!" I heard Steve moving around behind me and subconsciously tightened my sphincter at the thought of having an enema. I've seen lots of articles and pictures on the internet about enemas but have never actually received one. I felt a lubricated finger on my clenched asshole which was soon followed by the feeling of a thin plastic tube slowly sliding into me. It didn't hurt at all as it slide further and further into my bowels. Then I felt a weird, cold sensation as Steve opened the valve on the enema bag and the liquid started to slowly pour into me. It was a strange feeling and I wondered how much I could take as more and more of the liquid filled my innards. My stomach felt full and bloated and I was consciously having to keep my anal ring clenched as tightly as possible to hold the liquid inside me. Suddenly the plastic tube was pulled from my anus and quickly replaced with a small butt plug. Steve then told me that he would be back shortly and as he turned and left the room I squirmed in the stocks as the liquid sloshed and churned inside me.

After a while I started to come over a little dizzy and light headed and was relieved when I heard Steve come back into the room. He removed the plug from my anus and I couldn't stop myself from immediately expelling the remaining liquid which spurted out into a metal bucket which had been carefully positioned underneath me. It was then that Steve told me his plans.

He walked in front of me but now he was fully dressed in a smart and expensive looking jet black suit. "The enema I just administered was 50% wine so by now you are probably feeling a little tipsy!" he laughed as I nodded. "I though it was only fair that you got to have a drink tonight and I wanted to make sure you are nice and clean" he continued. "You see, I'm having a bit of a party and guess what? You're going to be the entertainment!" My heart sank as he went on. "For a small charge of £20 each my guests are all free to come down here at any time and use you however they want. I guess that makes you a whore doesn't it Fuckboy? How does that feel? Knowing that people are going to pay to use your body for their own sexual needs? By the end of the night you should have earned me quite a nice bit of money!" As I tried to protest and writhed in desperation to free myself from the stocks, he went over to the table and returned with an O-ring gag. Once he had strapped it to my head my mouth was forcibly kept in a stretched open position. "That should make sure you'll not go hungry!" he laughed before putting a blindfold on me and leaving the room.

4.

I was shaking with nervousness and from up the stairs I could just make out the sound of music and voices. I tried to listen to see if I could work out how many guests were arriving but in my slightly drunken state I soon lost count. What had I got myself into this time? At least up until now only one person had known about my sexual habits, but here I was, at the mercy of God knows how many people.

Oh no! I could hear voices getting closer. Then they were in the room. I could hear them talking. Two men, laughing at me, running their hands over my buttocks, fondling my cock and calling me a cumslut! One of them moved in front of me and I heard the distinct sound of a zipper being undone. Almost straight away a large cock was in my mouth and as a pair of hands grabbed my head I could do nothing as the stranger started to fuck my face. Behind me I could feel a lubricated hand on my anus. I squirmed as a finger slid easily into me. As the cock slowly worked in and out of my mouth I could feel the finger slip out. Another zip opened and I could feel a hard cock start to press against my anus. With a push, the head was in and as the second stranger grabbed my hips he pushed until the whole of his cock was inside me. I groaned around the cock in my mouth as my ass started to get vigorously fucked. I could hear both of the men laughing and calling me names as I took their cocks. The one in my mouth was first to cum and I had just swallowed down most of the thick load when I felt the other cock start to spurt inside my ass. After a few moments to get their breath, the two strangers returned to the party and I was left in the stocks with cum dripping from both my holes. My own cock was erect and throbbing. It was going to be a long night.

For what seemed like hours I was visited by a constant stream of party go-ers. I lost count after the tenth cock had shot its load in my sticky mouth and my anus was sore from the number of times it had been fucked. The many loads of cum acted as a lubricant as cock after hard cock buried themselves inside me. The hard cocks in my ass had proved to be too much for me and I had shot my own load three times as strangers rammed into me but still my cock remained erect. I came to crave more and more male meat inside me and was grateful every time a new cock penetrated me, pushing my buttocks back to make sure I got the full length inside. I knew that Steve was filming the whole event but I didn't care. I was being used a living sex toy by numerous strangers and I was liking it!

By the end of the night I was physically drained. My back and legs were aching from being in the stocks for so long and my sopping anus felt like it was hanging open. I could feel the cum seeping from me and forming a puddle on the floor and the inside of my mouth and throat had a sticky coating of mixed loads of semen. It must have been quite late when the party finished and eventually Steve returned. "It certainly looks like you've enjoyed yourself, Fuckboy!" he laughed as he looked at my ravaged, cum soaked body. He told me that his guests had been more than pleased with my performance as he waved a wad of cash in front of my face. "I made £600 from you tonight, you cock hungry whore!" he laughed and began to remove the blindfold and gag. £600! At £20 each that meant that thirty different men had used me tonight! He was right. I had become nothing but a whore, taking cock after anonymous cock for money.

Finally I was released from the stocks and as I dressed Steve once again reminded me that he had the whole nights events captured on video. Barely able to walk, I staggered back to my parked car and started the engine.

5.

I spent most of the next day in bed recovering from the exploits of the previous night. I was lucky my wife was still away because cum had been leaking out of my asshole all night and had formed a large wet patch on the sheet where I lay. As I showered I tried to gather my thoughts. I had either sucked or been fucked by thirty complete strangers. I had been blindfolded the whole time but I knew that the next time I ventured out I would be nervous as hell. What if somehow someone recognised me? The guy at the petrol station, the local store owner, hell, even somebody from the office where I worked. Any one of them could have had their cock in my mouth or shot a load of cum into my ass and I wouldn't even know. As I showered my hand moved down and grasped my already hardening cock. I began to jerk myself off. Already I wanted more...