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Pussyboy, Part 1
By Greg Stone

Part 1

Greg peered over the menu to check out the young waiter working the lunch
tables. He'd wanted to avoid the noise of the business lunch crowd on a Friday,
so he was at this trendy little place filled mostly with students. The menu
didn't interest him, but the fair-haired young man breezing between the tables
did.

He looked about twenty, with a small build and rather effeminate mannerisms. The
highly styled hair and close-fitting clothes suggested a flirtatious, even vain
character. Greg watched closely as the waiter gestured with his hands while
explaining the day's special to the next table. Seeing him from the side, Greg
noticed the smooth, almost perfectly round curve of the boy's ass. His cock
stiffened a little.

Joey--it was on his nametag--came over and pulled out his order pad. He smiled
coyly at Greg, recognizing that he was out of place in the cafe. He was pleased
to see a handsome man in his early thirties in the cafe on his own, and the suit
kind of turned him on. He could tell from the jaw line and the cut of his suit
that Greg worked out regularly, and that he was a man used to getting his way.
Joey smiled flirtatiously at him and started to explain the lunch special. He
had a high, almost girlish voice with a slight lisp. Man, thought Greg, This
one's a real twink. A real little faggot.

"I've changed my mind," said Greg as he got up and put on his coat. He took out
a business and tucked it into Joey's shirt pocket. As he slipped it in he felt
the thin cardboard graze the nipple under the cloth. "Here's my order."

Just past four that afternoon a call came through on his private line at the
office. He shut the door and picked up the receiver.

"Hi there," said a fem young voice. "Remember me?" Greg sat back in his chair,
his free hand resting on his crouch.

"Yes, I do. Are you free?"

"Mmm, you bet.... Want to meet somewhere?"

"I'll pick you up at the restaurant in half an hour. We'll go to my place," he
said firmly, then hung up.

In the elevator up to Greg's condo Joey looked up into the man's dark eyes. He
loved these little escapades, especially with older men. His blue eyes twinkled
under long, blonde lashes. Saying nothing, Greg seized the young man and kissed
him, his other hand reaching down to fondle the hard young bubble ass. A soft
moan escaped Joey's throat as he felt his body pressed between the groping hand
on his cheeks, and the hard cock straining through Greg's suit pants. He relaxed
and allowed the man's hands to mold his body, kneading his boyish ass and the
backs of his thighs.

Greg's condo was sparsely furnished and with little decoration except a large
wet bar in living room corner. He went over and poured himself a whiskey but
offered none to Joey, who stood, a little nervous, in the middle of the room. He felt a
little out of sorts in the condo; the place he shared with a roommate was done
up in a more decorous, flamboyant style built for partying; not the plain,
disciplined look of Greg's living room.



Greg took of his suit jacket and tie and sat down on the couch with his drink.
He gestured for Joey to approach. The boy walked silently over, his slim hips
swaying slightly as he played nervously with his hair. He was accustomed to
using his seductiveness to control men, but now as he stood in front of Greg he
didn't know what to expect.

"Turn around," said Greg. "I want to see your little ass." The firm tone in his
voice made Joey's knees weaken. Slowly he turned around, bending forward
slightly to accentuate his taut little cheeks. He reached back with one hand
stroked them lightly.

"Do you like my little bum, baby?" he asked in a fey voice.

"Yes, you've got a sweet little butt there," said Greg. He reached forward and
stroked the thin cloth stretched over the boy's ass, grasping each cheek in turn
and slowly running a finger up the crack between them. "I want to stroke you
little pussy," he said through noticeably heavier breathing.

"Ooh, baby, I'd love that...." moaned Joey. He bent over further, his hands
resting on his knees as both hands grasped and pinched his ass. Suddenly Greg
seized him by the hips and pulled him back. Joey lost his balance and toppled
into Greg's lap, and before he knew it he'd been spun face down onto the couch,
with his crotch resting in Greg's and his ass facing up. He felt the man's hard,
fat cock pressing against his own much smaller one. Instinctively he arched his
back, raising his butt slightly higher.

Greg reached roughly under him and undid Joey's pants and belt, then tugged them
down to his knees. His cock stirred in his pants as he gazed down at the smooth,
slender thighs parting slightly, and further up, the treasure, a tight, round
little bubble ass. Even more perfectly, the two soft little globes where encased
in a pair of white cotton girl's panties, one size too small, so that the cheeks
peeked tantalizingly out the sides and the middle pressed into the crack between
them. He licked his lips and began to caress the thighs and ass.

"Ooooh, baby," moaned Joey as the firm grasping sent a jolt up his spine. He
loved to feel the man's big hands manipulating his body, and he responded with
moan and a seductive wiggle of his hips. Greg kneaded him well, his thumbs
gradually parting the taut cheeks and causing the lacy panties to bunch up in
the crack. The soft cotton brushed quickly over the tender flesh of Joey's anus,
and he let out a gasp. Then with his left hand Greg reached up to undo the button's on Joey's shirt, and in a second whisked it off him. Joey's wiggling had also worked his pants down to his ankles, allowing him to spread his legs a little wider. He kicked them off and lay across Greg's lap wearing nothing but his panties and white socks.



The sight of the little faggot's long, smooth legs got Greg completely
overheated. He ordered Joey to kneel down in front of him and pulled down his
pants.

"Take it out, bitch," he ordered. Joey reached into Greg's boxers with his soft
hands and pulled out the seven-inch rod. It burned in his palms and the sight of
the fat mushroom head made his little pucker twitch with pleasure. He caressed
it lightly and also ran a hand over the heavy balls beneath. "Now suck it baby,"
groaned Greg. "Suck it like a candy." He grasped Joey's head and pushed his
mouth down onto the raging hard shaft. Joey parted his lips eagerly and sighed
as the pungent organ drove into his mouth. He ran his tongue greedily over the
meat to wet it as Greg forced his head up and down the shaft. The heat battered
the back of Joey's throat but he sucked harder and harder.

"Stroke my balls too, boy," ordered Greg, and Joey obeyed, caressing the big
hairy sack as he bobbed up and down the hard cock. Greg reached down and began
to pinch and twist Joey's nipples. Instantly they stiffened, and Greg began to
gently flick them with his fingertips. Joey squealed with pleasure as his
nipples got worked over.

The feel of Joey's wet mouth wrapped tightly around his dick and of his hands on
his balls was driving Greg wild. He felt totally in control of Joey and wanted
nothing more than to use him for all the pleasure he needed. Then he looked down
at the smooth little ass clad in the white panties, swaying from side to side as
Joey's body rocked with the effort. Greg felt the cum boiling up in his balls.
His breath grew ragged and he started to pump his hips into Joey's mouth. He
tried to hold it off, but he knew too that there would be much more, that there
was more to be done with the little pussy boy devouring his rod. He leaned back
in the sofa and shoved Joey's face straight down into his crotch, and released a
deep, loud groan.

"Aawww, fuck, I'm gonna cum boy, aaaargh!" A volley of boiling cum shot out of
his cock into Joey's throat, then another, then another. Joey sucked hard to
catch every drop and swallow, but the sudden explosion had caught him by
surprise and he choked slightly on the acrid white cream. A stream of it
dribbled out of his mouth and ran down his chin. Still the hot cum continued
gushing into his mouth from the spasming dick. Gradually Greg's grip
on his head relaxed and he lay back in the couch, breathing hard and groaning
with satisfaction. Joey continued to suck gently on the semi-hard meat,
extracting every last drop and licking the cum from his chin.

Joey knelt on the floor with his head resting in Greg's lap while the older man
caressed his blonde hair. Greg hadn't cum like that in a long time, but he knew
from Joey's continued kissing and licking of his flaccid cock that the boy was
eager for more. And now that he'd cum he could take his time toying with him. He
grabbed Joey's hair and pulled his head back so that he was forced to look up at
Greg.

"All right, faggot, I want to feel you up some more. I want to get my hands on
that little boypussy of yours."

"Oh yes, baby," sighed Joey. "Just be careful with me...." Greg grinned.

"Get up on the couch on your hands and knees and show me your butt again." Joey
clambered obediently onto the couch on all fours, his head tucked between his
arms and his panty-clad ass pointing up towards Greg. Greg caressed the
fair-skinned inner thighs, feeling the submissive boy's body tremble in
response. Then he took hold of the white panties and slowly pulled them down
over his ass and thighs, revealing the flawless white skin of his cheeks.

"Now that's a sweet little bum you've got there," said Greg. Then he grabbed one
between a thumb and forefinger and gave the twink's ass a hard pinch.

"Ooww!" squealed Joey at the attack. Already a red mark was growing where Greg
had pinched him. "Ooh baby, please--Ooooowww!" A second, even harder pinch
cutting him short and he bucked his hips involuntarily. Greg placed a few more
well-laid pinches across the boy's buttcheeks, until the taut flesh was dotted
with red marks.

"Oh please, stop..." whimpered Joey.

Greg laughed. "Come on, bitch, you'll get used to a little rough treatment." And
to prove his point he raised his hand and delivered a sharp swat on the boy's
tender left cheek. SMACK!

"OW!" shouted Joey, and he began to wriggle off the couch. Greg was prepared for
this and grabbed the little fag by the hips, and dragged him back onto his lap
so that he was in the former position, lying prone across Greg's lap with his
ass up. Joey tried to wiggle free but Greg's muscular arms were too much for him
and he was pinned. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Greg reach under the sofa
cushion. Then he heard a rattling sound.

Suddenly grabbed both of Joey's wrists with his free hand and pinned them behind
his back. Joey felt something cold and metallic, then a sharp click. He gasped
as he realized he'd been handcuffed!

"Oh God!" he shouted, but the cry was not of fear, for Joey secretly loved to be
tied up. He'd tried it once and loved it, but
never been handcuffed, never gone this far. His little cock stiffened against
Greg's hairy thighs. Then the spanking continued.

SMACK! SMACK!

Greg watched with pleasure as Joey wiggled his butt in vain to avoid the
strokes. The handcuffs prevented him from moving easily and it was no problem
for Greg to intensify the discipline. The cheeks reddened brightly and grew
warmer to the touch. Greg paused to caress them, and Joey relaxed slightly.

"I want to play with your little boypussy for a while," he said. "I'm going to
take it slow this time around and really enjoy this little ass of yours." But
already he could feel the blood slowly starting to thicken his cock. He
continued massaging the cheeks with both hands, but now with each stroke he
began to part them with his thumbs and open the tight little crack between them.
As he parted the twink's butt he exposed the small, puckered anus at the center.
It looked tight.

"Oh yes, spread my bum cheeks," moaned Joey. "Play with my little pussy hole."
Greg was already there, softly grazing a fingertip across the soft rosebud
muscle. The sensation caused a ripple to go up Joey's spine and he trembled with
excitement; again he arched his back and pushed his ass up higher towards the
probing finger. Greg licked his finger well and started gently pushing it in.

"Mmmm that's a tight little hole you've got there, baby. Do you want daddy to
stretch it a bit?"

"Oh yes," gasped Joey. "Work it in. Open me up!" The finger pushed firmly
against the little pucker, until finally the muscle opened up and Greg's finger
entered into the hot rectal opening. Spitting on the hole, he pushed on, until
it was all the way up to his index knuckle. He savored the incredibly tight
grasp of the boy's anus and the heat of his body. With a slow, circular motion
he began to worm his finger around and widen the hole. Joey strained against his
handcuffs, yearning to play with himself or to grasp Greg's cock, but he was
captive to the man's wishes.

The sight of the hot little pucker swallowing his finger had Greg rock hard
again in no time. Wriggling in Greg's lap, Joey felt the hard shaft pressing
firmly against his own little boyclit, and the rubbing of the two penises
together made them both yearn for attention. Still wriggling his finger inside
the tight rectum, Greg delivered another series of spankings to Joey's butt. But
this time Joey did not struggle against them, as the sharp swats were
conditioned by the intense pleasure of the finger probing his asshole. Soon the
spanking gave him nothing but pleasure. And the feel of Joey's anus contracting
tightly with each stroke drove Greg wild. He withdrew his finger and lay back on
the couch.

"All right, baby. Kneel over me with your ass towards me, and start sucking my
cock." There was no question that the seven inches that Joey's mouth had brought to softness fifteen minutes
ago were now harder than ever. Joey knelt over Greg as ordered and began
greedily sucking on the stiff meat. It was difficult as his hands were still
handcuffed behind his back, but the taste of cock excited him so much he
struggled on. Meanwhile Greg grabbed the two smooth globes and parted them.
Raising his head, he stuck his face into the hot pussy crack and started to run
his tongue over the moist anus.


Joey squealed through a mouth crammed full of cock. The intense pleasure of
Greg's tongue flicking rapidly over his hole sent him off balance, and if Greg
hadn't been holding him so firmly he would've fallen off the couch. He bobbed
his head up and down the pungent shaft with greater speed, loving the feel of
the warm tongue teasing his little pucker.

Gradually Greg slowed down his tongue motion and began to tease open the twink's
pussyhole with the tip of his tongue. It was already relaxed enough from the
finger fucking that it slipped in a little without too much resistance. He
alternated between prying open the anus with rapid licking of the area around
it. His five o'clock shadow scratched against the hairless skin of Joey's ass,
exciting the little fag even more. Greg stopped for a minute to enjoy the expert
cock-sucking he was getting.

"Mmmmm yeah, baby. You've got me so hard I need to get off again. Lie down so I
can fuck your little cunt." At the sound of the work fuck Joey's anus twitched
with pleasure. He lay down on his stomach with his bound hands resting on his
back. Meanwhile Greg took a pillow and placed it under Joey's ass to raise it
up. He produced a small jar of lube and worked some over his cock, then took a
small dab and slowly worked it into Joey's
asshole.

"OK, you little slut. Get ready to take my fat cock in your pussy." Before he
could answer Joey felt the red-hot tip of the shaft pushing firmly against his
little cunt. Once in place, Greg grabbed Joey by the hips and pressed
relentlessly forward.

"Uuunh, fuck!" he grunted as the boy's anus began reluctantly swallowing the
shaft. Despite the resistance he continued to press down into the smooth little
ass.

"Ooooh! Noooooo!" wailed Joey as his pussy lips popped open to accept the
cockhead. At first a sharp pain radiated up from his ass to his head, and his
wrists strained so hard at the handcuffs that they left red marks. But gradually
the feeling was replaced with pure pleasure as the warm shaft continued to press
deeper into him, invading his most private place and filling his effeminate
young body with the masculine stiffness.

Now the hard shaft was all the way in and Greg's balls were resting snugly in
Joey's asscrack. He paused for a moment, tightening his grip on the boy's hips to savor the intense pressure and heat, then slowly
withdrew just to the cockhead. Then he sank it back in, and picked up the
pumping motion. He began to piston his hips up and down, his groin smacking
Joey's ass with each downward thrust.



Joey was wailing and squealing with pleasure at the deep, ass-stretching fuck
and the feel of his little boyclit rubbing against the pillow. He loved the feel
of Greg's muscular body weighing down on him, and the way his pounding rhythm
forced his slim hips deep into the couch.

Greg stood up and got Joey to kneel on the floor with his chest resting on the
couch. Squatting behind him he re-entered the tight ass and began a vigorous
doggy-fuck. The angle of attack allowed him to penetrate even deeper, and Joey's
moaning and squealing confirmed that the little bitch was getting the pounding
of a lifetime. Greg was fucking him so hard that he lost all ability to balance
himself, and he flopped around like a rag doll on the couch with every thrust.
The only thing holding him still was the firm grasp Greg had on his hips.

"Unh, fuck!" he grunted. "Nice fucking pussy...tight little cunt...unh!" He was
pistoning faster and faster into the little fuckhole, his balls slapping loudly
against the soft asscheeks.

"Yeah, bitch, I'm gonna cum....gonna shoot it...unh....aaaaarh!" Greg let out a
long, loud bellow and slammed his groin one last time against Joey's taut buns.
His cock spasmed and unleashed a huge load of cum, spurting the hot jizz deep up
the twink's little pussy. Joey wailed with pleasure as his own little dick
responded and began to spurt. With each shot his anus twitched and contracted
around Greg's invading meat, milking the hard shaft to the max. He could feel
each volley penetrating deeper into him, filling his little boycunt with the hot
cream.

At last Greg was done, and he collapsed forward onto Joey. When he recovered he
undid the handcuffs and picked the exhausted young man into his arms and carried
him into the bedroom. They lay down together, with

Joey wrapped up in Greg's muscular arms and the man's flaccid cock nestled
between his tender buttcheeks. For a while, they slept.

In his sleep, Joey dreamt vaguely of being tied down to a table while someone
examined him. He had his legs up in stirrups and there was a warm feeling in his
pelvis. In front of him, a young doctor was preparing to examine him under the
supervision of a policeman. The doctor reached down between Joey's legs and
touched his anus, his most private spot. The warm feeling grow as the doctor
continued to touch him there. It felt like a gloved finger was caressing him. As
he lay helpless he looked over at the cop, who was staring straight at him. The
cop approached him, and as he grew nearer he could see a huge erection bulging through his pants. The sight of it excited him, and the warm feeling in his butt grew more intense....


Joey awoke to find himself on his back. Greg was awake, kneeling at the foot of
the bed and holding Joey's thighs apart. His face was deep into Joey's asscrack
and he was pleasuring the taut anus with long, slow licks. With each lick Greg's
tongue ran all the way from the top to the bottom of the crack, and occasionally
as he passed the little pucker he twirled the tongue over it to tease it. Joey,
half-asleep let out a soft moan and his hands roamed dreamily across his smooth
chest, caressing his stiff little nipples.

Seeing that Joey was awake Greg knelt on the bed and lifted Joey's legs high
into the air. He raised them up so that the boy was resting with his shoulders
on the pillow and his back was resting against Greg's muscular chest. The
rimming intensified, especially the tonguing of the asshole.

Joey reached forward and his hand found the hard meat jutting forward from
Greg's loins. He seized it and began to shaft it in time with the rhythm of the
tongue on his pucker. Greg's breathing grew ragged, and Joey gripped the shaft
harder, his fingers lubed by pre-cum. At last Greg thrust forward and shot his
cum into Joey's soft palm. He then lay back and watched as the boy, now excited,
licked half the cream off his hand, then used the rest to jack himself off. As
the twink rapidly stroked himself, Greg reached over and tweaked his tender
nipples.

"Oooh!" Joey gasped, and a long, white spurt of cum shot out of his little dick
and all over his stomach and chest. Four smaller spurts followed, until his
whole torso was covered. Greg gently wiped him off with a warm washcloth, and he
drifted back to sleep in his arms.

The next day was a blur to Joey. All day he drifted in and out of fucking,
cocksucking, ass-eating, and all kinds of assplay. Greg produced a camcorder,
which he used to record Joey doing certain sex acts that he ordered him to
perform. He made Joey bend over and show off his ass to the camera, and had him
fingerfuck himself for a while. Then he made the boy tense and relax his anus so
it would wink.

Greg produced a seven-inch dildo with a long handle and videotaped Joey as he
greased it up and slowly lowered himself onto it. He had the twink walk around
the condo while he filmed him from behind. The normal up-and-down bobbing of the
handle was accentuated by Joey's swishy walk. After a few minutes of that they
were both so worked up that Greg withdrew the dildo and lay Joey face-up on the
kitchen table. Seizing his ankles he worked his stiff dick into the
well-stretched boypussy and fucked him long and hard. He was pumping Joey so
hard that he had to grip the sides of the table to keep from getting pounded
right off it. Greg came with another loud cry, then filmed Joey's ass as the
white cream leaked back out of it and down his smooth thighs.

Joey also went to buy more panties to please Greg. He modelled a number of very
slutty, girlish pairs for his man in white, pink, and baby blue, making sure
they always rode ever so slightly up his asscrack to expose the bumcheeks
underneath. Greg loved the white pair so much that he seized Joey while he was
still wearing them and tore them open at the back. Then he shoved his hard cock
through the panty hole into Joey's boypussy and doggy-fucked him roughly. He
loved the sight of his hard shaft pistoning in and out of the smooth anus. He
gripped Joey's penis through the soft cotton and masturbated him as fucked his
ass. They came together, Joey flooding the thin panties with his semen.

"You've ruined the panties I bought for you," said Greg. "I loved it when you
wore the white cotton ones."

"I know, Sir. I'm sorry," said Joey, and he blushed with a mixture of excitement
and shame.

Greg punished Joey for soiling his panties with boycum. He took him over his lap
and gave him a vigorous spanking until his ass was flaming red and sore, and
Joey almost on the verge of tears. Then he carried the young man into his
bedroom and lay him face down on the bed. He produced a jar of cream that he
began to massage into the twink's aching cheeks. It was cool and eased the pain.

"I'm sorry it hurt," said Greg. "But you've been a slutty little girl and I have
to keep you in line. If I can't tame you with my cock, then I have to use my
hand."

"I know, baby," said Joey as the man's firm hands worked the soothing cream into
his asscheeks. After a while he felt better, and his bum cheeks were softer than
ever. Greg mounted him and worked his cock in between the extra-smooth cheeks of
the boyass. Joey loved the feeling of the thick head brushing over his tender
anus as Greg friction-fucked him. Soon Greg grunted and fired a huge load of cum
onto Joey's back. Greg wiped it up with his fingers and fed it to Joey. He
sucked it lovingly off the man's fingers, and then curled up into his arms.

Joey did not sleep for a while, but lay basking in the warmth of Greg's
masculine hold. He daydreamed about other ways to please his man. Greg, his cock
nestled once more between the smooth buttcheeks of his little fagboy, knew what
he was thinking.





Joey was disoriented when he woke up in Greg's bed. The familiar sights of his
own bedroom were missing, then he remembered the past day and a half: meeting
Greg at the cafe, being taken to his condo, and the evening and following day of
indescribable sexual pleasure. The pleasure of serving his man.

Joey made breakfast for them again. At the table Greg said, "You're the hottest
little bitch I've ever been with. I love fucking you." His coarse and demanding
style of speech made the young man blush. At least the blushing warmed him. Ever
since the first night Greg had made walk around the apartment wearing only
girl's panties, if anything at all. He shivered a little at the table in the
cool morning air. "A shower will warm you up," said Greg as he looked over the
Sunday paper. Joey skipped off to get it going.

In the steaming, grey-tiled shower Joey soaped himself lightly but nervously; he
knew what was coming. Greg entered and undressed, slowly exposing his muscular,
somewhat hairy body to the effeminate, delicately built 20-year old in the
shower. Joey's knees went weak at the sight as Greg stepped in, his thick,
flaccid cock hanging deliciously over his heavy balls. Joey knelt down at once
and gathered the warm tube of flesh into his mouth, sucking and moaning while he
caressed the large testicles.

"Mmmmm yeah, there's a good girl," groaned Greg. "Be a good girl and get my cock
nice and hard." The twink sucked obediently on the stiffening meat until it was
all the way in and very hard. Greg braced his hands against the shower wall and
started to thrust slowly in and out of Joey's smooth lips. The boy tried not to
gag.

"Fuck, that's good. Mmmm, fuckin' hot little slut..." moaned Greg as he savored
the morning blowjob. He loved the sight of smooth young man with the shoulder length blonde hair servicing his dick, his little bubble butt perched enticingly on his heels. He
wanted to play with the little boypussy.

"Have you cleaned yourself?" asked Greg.

"Yes, daddy," said Joey. Greg looked him over coolly, then ordered him to stand
and turn around. Joey shuffled around with his hands clasped in front of him.
Then he felt Greg's firm tracing down his back, kneading his skin, probing under
his armpits, then finally reaching his little butt. Joey sighed and bent forward
ever so slightly.

"I think you've done a lousy job," said Greg. His hand crept in between the
twink's soft buttcheeks and pried them apart. "Let me see." Joey parted his
thighs a little and bent forward a bit more. With both hands Greg parted the
smooth ass and knelt down behind it. He rubbed a thumb up and down the crack,
pressing firmly against the small brown anus.

"You're still dirty," he said, standing up with disappointment in his voice. "If
you want to be my bitch, you've got to keep yourself clean. Otherwise, no cock."
With the last word he delivered a huge, stinging swat on Joey's ass. A small cry
escaped his lips as the warm pain spread across his butt.

Greg soaped his hands up noisily. The sound made Joey's little penis stiffen as
he imagined where the soap would end up. Sure enough, a well-lathered hand was
soon rummaging in between his cheeks, scrubbing it clean and also tickling his
shithole. Joey moaned and bent forward, grasping his knees. Now Greg began
slowly prodding a soapy finger against the tight little muscle; Joey flexed and
made it loosen up. The finger slid in quickly, until he felt Greg's knuckles
pressed hard against his ass. Once inside, Greg wriggled the finger around and
began to fuck Joey with it, pumping the soap right into the warm chute.



"Oooooh, oh baby," sighed the little faggot as the finger plunged into his ass.
"That feel so good...." Greg took the shower head and ran the warm water over
his crack, rinsing out the soap and relaxing Joey's anus even more. Greg dried
him off with a towel and laid him face down on the bed again. By chance, Joey's
face was lying right on top of a big cum stain; it was so large it had to have
been Greg's. He inhaled deeply, loving the strong manly scent of sweat and cum
mingled together. It made him lightheaded.

"Now you'll see why I want you to be clean," said Greg. He spread Joey's thighs
wide and began to massage them, moving gradually up to his ass. Gripping a
white, hairless globe in each palm, he forced them apart and lowered his mouth
to the fragrant little fag pussy. He kissed the tiny brown opening. Joey
shivered with pleasure and sighed. Greg kissed it again very slowly then, as if
it were a girl's mouth, began to French-kiss it, sticking his tongue straight up
the anal chute.

Joey gasped and let out a small cry. The soaping and warm water had relaxed him
so much that he'd opened right up for Greg at once. The warm tongue was already
inches deep inside him, stretching his boycunt and sending waves of
indescribable pleasure through his body. At the same tie Greg was roughly
caressing his asscheeks, then running his hands up Joey's side to pinch his cool
little nipples.

"Mmmmm, ooooh God!" cried Joey. He'd never felt so girlish, so submissive
before, not with any man. He'd never felt a tongue so deep up his ass. "Yes, eat
me," he sighed. "Eat my little pussy out. Make me cum, baby." Greg

continued the slow, wet tongue fuck, occasionally withdrawing it to flick the
tongue rapidly over the hole, which snapped shut instantly as he left it. He
watched the round knot of muscle twitched as his tongue danced over it, and he
savored the initial flinch of resistance as he pushed back into to eat his
little pussyboy out some more. He loved his little fagboy.

Greg was hard as a rock and satisfied with pussy-eating. He climbed up over Joey
as if about to do some pushups, then without guiding it with his hands, slowly
worked his thick cock past the anal muscle. He entered smoothly and painlessly,
though the twink's hole was still deliciously tight and wet on his fat rod. Joey
gasped as Greg entered him all the way in one slow shove.

"Unh, yeah!" grunted Greg. Though he was in all the way, he continued to push,
shoving Joey deeper into the mattress. "Nice fucking cunt...fucking



pussy...unh!" He started pumping vigorously into the twink's ass, smacking
loudly against his asscheeks. His arm muscles tensed magnificently as they
braced his body against the savage thrusting of his pelvis. Joey looked over at
the mirrored closet doors beside the bed: there he was, pinned immovably to the
bed by his man's weight and constant pounding. Greg had grasped Joey's wrists
and was holding them tight so he could not move, and the weight of his lower
body was keeping the rest of him nearly immobile. The feeling of the stiff,
thick cock reaming his asshole drove him wild, and he kicked his lower legs and
feet in ecstasy.

"Yeah, fuckin' cunt...fuckin' bitch!" shouted Greg. Sweat was dripping off his
brow and chest onto Joey and the bed. His pounding was causing Joey's stiff
little penis to rub exquisitely over the cotton sheets.

Suddenly Greg released his wrists and sat up, straddling Joey's ass and his cock still buried deep inside him. He seized Joey's slim hips and
began a combination of thrusting and pulling Joey's ass back to meet his
thrusts. Sitting up like this made Joey's ass feel even tighter, and Greg
groaned with pleasure as he felt the hot little hole gripping his cock.



"Oooooh, yes!" squealed the twink. "Fuck me baby, please fuck me hard! Aaaaah!"
He let out the last cry as Greg reached down to deliver a good, sharp swat on
Joey's ass. This was followed quickly by another one on the opposite cheek, then
another. Greg timed the spanking to hit just as his cock was all the way in. The
slight pain made the boy's asshole tighten around his shaft. He swatted those
smooth, firm globes over and over again.

Joey loved the spanking as it combined with the rough fucking action up his
boypussy. His penis rubbed harder and harder into the sheets, until finally,
with a high-pitched wail, he came all over them, releasing a delicate spray of
fragrant boycream onto the cloth.

The orgasm made his asshole clench up even more. Greg grunted as his cock was
seized in the hot grip of the anus that flexed over his stiff organ. He felt his
balls start to tingle.

"Uuuuunhh, fuck! Fuck!. Yeah, bitch! Fuckin' take it! Aaaaarh!" He slammed
forward one last time and unleashed volley after volley of hot cum up the boy's
ass. Grinding his pelvis deeper against Joey's ass, he continued to pour out an
incredible dose of jizz, until at last he collapsed onto him, crushing the twink
beneath his weight and sweaty heat. He lay there for a while with his head next
to Joey's. With his delicate hands Joey caressed Greg's hair while the hard cock
softened inside him.





They were driving around downtown that afternoon in Greg's black
Honda coupe. Joey was dressed in a sort of club outfit that he'd picked up at
his apartment on the way downtown--tight-fitting pants and a tight red t-shirt
under a trendy bubble jacket, and underneath a small pair of pale blue panties.

"You can stay with me for a while," said Greg. Greg liked heavy metal, and was
playing Tool on the car CD player, his favorite band. Joey didn't like the
harsh, violent music, but he knew not to say anything. Definitely no

Madonna in this car. "I'd also like you to take the week off work, since I've
got it off too. And don't give me any shit about people not wanting to take your
shifts. I don't care." No one had ever spoken to Joey that way, but then again,
no one had ever used and fucked him like Greg. He looked admiringly at his man:
he dressed very conservatively in a woolen v-neck sweater with a button-down
shirt and pleated chinos. He had a black suede car coat on top of that...a
parting gift from his last boy toy.

Joey daydreamed about the past couple of days as they drove around. He felt a
little changed, as if he'd become something new, a different person determined
by Greg's needs and passions. His anus had become a pussy, his mouth a tool for
sucking cock, his hands, his nipples...all for Greg, for his cock and mouth.
Greg must have read his thoughts, for just then he reached over with his right
hand and ran it gently over the twink's slender chest, pausing to tweak each
nipple. They stiffened instantly and Joey leaned back in the seat....

Greg gave Joey a piece of paper and a hundred dollars in the parking lot. "I
hate shopping," he said. "So get these things for me. Be back in an hour." Then
he turned and crossed the street towards a pub. Joey stood silently in the lot,
admiring Greg's confident gait as he crossed the street under the falling snow.
He smiled warmly but nervously. On the list were some groceries and a few odd
items: Vaseline, rope, cotton balls, and some women's lingerie.

"I'll be back, baby," he said quietly.

"Very good," said Greg as he pushed away his emptied dinner plate. The approval
warmed Joey: he'd made his man a nice meal and done the table up with candles
and flowers. Then Greg looked over at him and winked. "What's for dessert?"

Joey walked slowly over to him. He really did have a swishy walk, but it was
accentuated even more by the outfit he had on: pink girl's panties and a slinky
pink teddy. He sat down on Greg's lap and gave him a kiss. Greg's hands roamed
freely over the fem twink's body, caressing his back, nipples, thighs, and arms.
Joey moaned and shut his eyes, loving the attention and the masculine grip. of
the calloused hands.

Gradually Greg worked his hand between Joey's legs, forcing them to part
slightly, then reached under until his fingers were stroking the smooth asscrack
through the panties. Joey sighed and closed his eyes and as the fingers slowly
caressed his anus with the soft silk.

"Aaaaah yes," he moaned. "Please touch my pussy, baby." Greg worked his fingers
under the cloth and stroked the little pucker directly, loving the smoothness of
the skin around it and the intense pleasure it evoked in the twink.

"Yeah, you like to have your little boytwat tickled, don't you?" said Greg. Joey
moaned in response as the finger pressed more firmly against his hole, dilating
it until it yielded to the probing. Soon Greg had a fingertip lodged up Joey's
ass. He wriggled it lightly, making the boy jump. Then
he carried him into the living room, where the rope lay on the coffee table.

He set Joey down in a large armchair then ordered him to take off his panties.
Joey obeyed, and as he pulled them down he watched Greg's cock stir beneath his
pants. Greg knelt down before the semi naked girl-boy and lifted his legs up
over the armrests, then tied his ankles to them so that his soft white legs were
up and splayed apart. Joey lost his balance a bit and slid forward. This caused
his cheeks to part and expose his asshole to Greg. Then Greg tied Joey's wrists
together behind the chair. They position wasn't easy for Joey, but excited him
nonetheless.

"Man, that's a pretty sight," said Greg as he stared at the little butthole
before him. "Do you like to have your pussy played with?" he asked.

"Oooh yes, baby," said Joey as he squirmed slowly in his bonds. "Please use my
boycunt." Greg reached down and touched the pucker with his finger tip, then
tickled it rapidly, flicking the little muscle as lightly as possible.

Joey squealed and bucked his hips in the chair, causing him to slide forward
more. The assplay he was getting made him yearn to touch himself too, but the
rope held him back. He felt his asshole quiver with pleasure at the stimulation,
and begged for more. The sight of the effeminate boy with the exposed ass had
made Greg instantly hard, and his stiff dick pressed outward against his pants.
With the other hand he began to tweak Joey's nipples.

"Aaaaah!" he cried in a high voice. "Oooh God!" His little dick was stiff too,
wanting to be rubbed like a clit.

Greg knelt down lower and grabbed Joey by the hips. He pulled his ass right to
the edge of the seat, then placed his lips
against the tender anus and began to kiss and lick it. He made sure his tongue
was extra-wet as he ran it firmly up and down the asscrack, prodding the rosebud
with the tip. The delicious taste of a well-scrubbed fairy boy’s ass made his
cock start to leak precum, so much that it began to show through his crotch.

He worked his tongue lovingly against the twink's tender anus, sensing every
twitch and contraction as he toyed with it. Joey was gasping and squealing with
pleasure at the rimming, and the sight of Greg between his legs, munching away
at his boypussy drove him wild. Greg pushed a fingertip into the boy's ass, but
continued to lick around it, so that the expanded muscle was even more
sensitive. He twirled his tongue expertly around the small hole as his finger
wormed slowly into the hot chute. Joey gasped, Greg licked, Joey gasped again,
and Greg continued deeper and deeper with eating his girl's hot pussy. The rope
around Joey's ankles and wrists were starting to hurt, but he ignored the
discomfort. His man was eating him out, and that was all he needed.

Greg withdrew his finger and watched in fascination as the small muscle snapped
shut. He put his fingertip in again then withdrew it, and the anus closed a
little more slowly. Then he placed the tip of his tongue against the aperture
and wormed it slowly in, loving the feel of the soft asscheeks brushing against
his face. He pushed his tongue in as deep as it could go, and wiggled it up and
down and from side to side. Joey thrashed frantically in the chair, so Greg took
a firm hold of his hips to make sure his tongue didn't slip out.

Joey gasped and panted as he felt the tongue reach its limit up his
ass. It felt so good, but he wanted to be filled more deeply. Greg was thinking
the same thing: he wanted to fuck the little bitch. He took his tongue and
watched in fascination, as the anus remained slightly open. Taking some Vaseline
from the jar he spread it liberally over the hold.

He untied Joey and made him remove the teddy.

"Now daddy's going to fuck you silly, you little cunt," he said. Joey's knees
went weak at the thought of being penetrated by Greg. He undid his man's belt
and pants then pulled them down with his boxers. Instantly the stiff seven-inch
rod popper forward. As he licked and sucked on it lovingly, Greg took off his
shirt. Then he grabbed Joey by his long blond hair and started shoving the
twink's face back and forth onto his cock. He could hear him gagging and moaning
as the thick head battered the back of his throat, but he didn't care. The
sucking was just too good.

Joey could taste a steady stream of precum leaking from Greg's dick. He sucked
it back hungrily, wanting more. He cupped Greg's sweaty balls in his hands,
caressing and fondling them so that the hard meat jumped excitedly in his mouth
and made him gag.

"Yeah, bitch, suck it," groaned Greg. He continued roughly banging Joey's head
into his crotch as the boy's drool soaked his scrotum.

"Ow!" he shouted suddenly. "What the fuck was that?" Joey had gagged so hard at
that moment that he'd involuntarily grazed his teeth over Greg's meat. Greg
pulled his head back by the hair and glared at him.

"I'm sorry, baby," babbled Joey. "Oh, I'm so so sorry. I^*" Greg didn't want to
hear an apology. He grabbed Joey by the shoulders and hauled him over to the
armchair. Then he sat down and violently pulled the boy over his knees with his ass up. At once he delivered a stinging series of swats to
the delicate, quivering asscheeks which grew redder by the second.


"No teeth, bitch!" he shouted as he spanked away. "You want the privilege of
sucking my cock, you do it right, understood?"

"Oo! Yes^* Oh! I^* Ow! Ow! Understand! Ooh! Oooh! OWW!" he wailed as the firm
hand rained slap after slap onto his cheeks. Finally Greg stopped and took
stock. The twink's butt was flaming red and tender. That got him even hotter.

"All right, baby, get ready to take it," he growled, and lifted Joey up by the
armpits. He turned him around and held him off the ground by the ass, forcing
Joey to wrap his legs around Greg's waist and his thin arms around the man's
neck to keep his balance. Then Greg hoisted him up so that his cock was
positioned right under the twink's asscrack. He started to lower him onto it.

Despite the burning pain in his asscheeks, Joey could still feel the heat of the
raging hard cock approaching his boypussy. His pucker dropped to meet the
leaking tip. When it was in place, Greg relaxed his grip slightly and allowed
the gasping boy's weight to press down against him, sinking his cock up the
rectum.

"Hunh, fuck!" he grunted as the moist flesh grasped his cock. Joey continued to
sink further and further down onto the cock, until at last his butt was resting
against Greg's groin, and the cock was as deep as it would go. Then he pulled
himself forward and up until the head was nearly out of his ass, and paused.
Suddenly he relaxed and allowed himself to fall rapidly back down the hard cock,
shoving it deep up inside him.

Greg responded by flexing and raising his muscular thighs in time with the
faggot's motion. He thrust upward as Joey dropped, pounding his cock as deep as
he could into the rectum. He loved the way Joey flexed and wiggled his ass with
each movement, ensuring maximum pleasure to his master.

"Aw, fuck! Yeah! Unh! Fuckin'! Unh! Cunt!" he bellowed as Joey bounced up and
down the raging shaft. His arm muscles tensed to the max as he gripped the young
man's thighs and rammed him down onto his meat. And he could feel the small
erect penis rubbing madly against the hair of his hard stomach with each bounce.

Still lodged deep Joey's ass, Greg walked over to the couch and lowered him onto
it. Then he withdrew his cock and turned the twink onto his side. He pushed the
top leg up to the boy's chest to expose his asshole, and also to control his
movements. Squatting over him he smoothly worked his hard dick back up the
boycunt.

"Ooooh, baby!" cried Joey. "Fuck my little cunt hard, fuck it, fuck it!
Aaaaaah!" Greg was slamming hard and fast, violently, his sweaty balls slapping
noisily against the hairless white thighs of his boygirl. Sweat was pouring from
his brow and down his chest as he banged relentlessly into the tight little
hole.

"Yeah, bitch! Fuck! Unh! Unh!" he shouted, his grip on Joey's thigh and hips
leaving deep red marks in the tender flesh. The twink was helpless in the face
of the man's superior strength and constant pounding. The man was jackhammering
savagely into his tender boycunt, and Joey bucked and wiggled frantically with
each successive slam. Suddenly Greg's arms and thighs tensed even more, and he
rammed viciously one more time into the tight ass. Joey wailed as he felt the
huge shaft start to throb and spasm deep inside him.

"Aaaarh! Fuuuck! Aaaaw!" shouted Greg as he pumped one huge wad after another of
boiling cum up the twink's ass. "Fuckin' cumming, yeah, aaaarh!" Joey cried out
as his own little dick began to spurt cum, hitting himself in the face. He
squealed and bucked, milking Greg's cock of the last few shots of cum. The last
dose drained from Greg's shaft, and he collapsed onto Joey, pinning him to the
couch. He left his cock up the twink's ass as the still-hard shaft and the
battered pucker continued to twitch randomly with their dying ecstasy.

Joey eventually moved in with Greg, who paid for everything though he really
spent very little on his pussyboy. He bought him some clothes, which of course
included panties, and a few odd items, but little else. Mostly everything
belonged to Greg. Including him. Joey could not have been happier. Kneeling
facedown on the bed one morning as his sugar daddy rimmed and doggy-fucked him,
Joey thought about everything he had become, and all he had given up. He was
Greg's and nothing else, his pleasure-hole, his toy; he was there to make him
cum. He was everything Greg wanted: never fully a girl, never more than a pussy.