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Becoming a Straight Boy's Secret Whore ? by: Obedient Boytoy
With a final stroke of the cherry red lipstick and a few smacks of his
lips, Bill finished his transformation from 34-year-old gay pretty boy
to 24-year-old straight slut girl. And he was the happiest "girl" in
the world.
For Bill, cross-dressing was not a way of life--it was a fetish in
which he occasionally indulged. Further, he never completely dressed as
a woman. He preferred, instead, to limit his cross-dressing to women's
lingerie, which he loved dearly. In fact, one of his favorite things in
life was the feel of second-skin pantyhose or stockings encasing his
lower body. For Bill, the tingling sensation of formfitting nylon/Lycra
hugging the tanned flesh of his firm, luscious legs and sweet ass was
pure bliss.
Pantyhose and tights, along with their myriad lingerie kin, made Bill
feel more submissive, more vulnerable, more feminine. And those
feelings only amplified his natural, inborn role as a total bottom. He
was a sex partner who existed solely for real men to use as an object
into which they stick their huge, tasty cocks. And this, indeed, was
Bill's life--being a total, submissive, obedient bottom. And one who
occasionally slipped into lingerie for a little spice and personal
fulfillment.
Because he now had the good fortune of having four days off in a row,
Bill decided on the morning of Day One to go lingerie shopping with his
close and dear friend, Lisa, a waitress at a trendy restaurant
downtown. In addition to helping Bill pick out naughty undies and
providing him 'cover' while shopping at ladies' lingerie boutiques,
Lisa also loaned Bill some makeup and a long blonde wig on the
occasions he indulged himself as a 'woman'. This time, when Bill had
purchased a new lingerie outfit and picked up some makeup and the wig
from Lisa, he was ready for a nice, long weekend filled with fetish
fulfillment and hitting the nightclubs (in his regular, pretty boy
clothes) to get picked up and wildly fucked by an assortment of young,
gay hunks.
And he was dreaming of all the studs he most recently serviced as he
inspected the sexy outfit that he now wore, and would wear quite a bit
more before his four-day weekend was through.
Bill was dressed all in white, which looked very provocative against
his beautifully tanned skin. The white, glossy, satin teddy fit
perfect. The chemise top was clingy and smoldering, while the panties
bottom fit Bill's firm, curvy, amazing ass like a glove. And covering
his long legs were white, shiny, opaque, thigh-high stockings. They fit
his legs so snugly they virtually cut off his circulation. The lustrous
and skin-tight white nylon/Lycra material made Bill's firm, meaty
thighs and curved, sensual calves look even hotter than normal. He had
legs, as the saying goes, that could stop traffic. And when his
gorgeous, pretty-boy-turned-slutty-girl, lingerie-clad bod was combined
with a smattering of makeup and the long, blonde wig, Bill looked as
sexy as young girls get. And if an observer didn't get intimately
close, Bill could fairly well pass as a girl.
And so it was in the afternoon that Bill went to lay on the living room
couch in his modest, one-bedroom, walk-up apartment. He had closed the
curtains--to protect his secret from the outside world--and inserted a
gay adult movie--Brutal Gangbang Party--into the DVD player. He began
caressing his thighs through the thigh-high stockings and rubbing his
'pussy' through the tight, satin panties as the movie played. He was in
heaven.
Bill was so blissful and at peace with his submissive, feminine side,
however, that he did not hear the key in the front door down the hall
from the living room. Nor did he hear the door lightly shut and the
gentle, approaching footsteps. Had he heard them, he would have
panicked beyond belief. And not just because he was dressed as a sexy,
young girl, indulging in his most secret passion. No, Bill would have
been petrified because he in fact lived alone.
Out of the short hallway and into the living room came a meter reader
for one of the local utilities. He stopped dead in his tracks, not
expecting anyone to be home, and certainly not expecting to see a
beautiful young woman in lingerie masturbating herself to a gay male X-
rated film.
"Oh my god!" the meter reader softly exclaimed, unable to tear his eyes
from the erotic scene before him. The remark quickly broke Bill's deep
bliss as he opened his eyes and leaned up on the couch, his heart
suddenly beating faster than a hummingbird's wings. Bill had thought he
was safe in his own home to have fun cross-dressing and fulfill his
intense desires. But he had forgotten one key fact: His home was a
quirky city apartment. The quirk: The only access to the two-flat's
basement was through Bill's first-floor apartment. As a result, the
landlord--who lived upstairs from Bill--left a key to Bill's place in
the mailbox on the proper days for the utility's regular meter reader
visit. Bill always worked in the daytime and thus was never around when
the meter reader needed to get into the basement; it was something he
rarely thought about. And this was the beginning of his four-day
weekend, a weekday on which he usually wouldn't be home. But he was
home, and fate had stepped in. He literally was speechless.
While his mind swirled and churned with anxiety and fear, Bill's
natural instincts couldn't help but make him notice that the meter
reader standing only 10 feet or so away from him was gorgeous. But the
meter reader also clearly was as straight as an arrow--a masculine,
heterosexual stud. He was about 30 years old, though he probably could
pass for 20 with his boyish good looks and fit, trim body. He was
white, around 5'8" tall, and a touch over 160 pounds. He had short,
stylish dark hair and hypnotic brown eyes.
On his work shirt, directly below the utility's logo, was embroidered
the name Russell. Russell's skin-tight, Navy blue, uniform pants and
snug, uniform Polo shirt revealed a body that clearly was treated like
a temple. Considering the smooth, big, bulging biceps and beautiful,
firm pecs straining his shirt, and the powerful thigh muscles trying to
bust the second-skin uniform pants, it was clear he worked out very
regularly with weights. As it turned out, Russell also was an avid rock
climber and hiker. He was an all-American, straight hunk. And he also
was in a most unique situation.
To break the tension that filled the room, Russell finally spoke. "I'm
really, really sorry, Miss," he said, genuinely apologetic. "I am so
sorry. The landlord always leaves me the key so I can get downstairs to
read the meter. I know he told the guy that lives here." He paused for
just a moment. "I'm sorry, I didn't even think. Are you a new tenant?"
Bill had no idea what to do or say. His fear began changing into
titillation as he realized that this beautiful stud actually thought he
was a woman. However, while he had often practiced dressing and looking
like a woman, he had never tried speaking as one. The man, however,
needed an answer, and there was no time to think. So he raised his
voice a pitch and spoke very softly.
"No, no, no," Bill stuttered at first. "Um, I'm Bill's little sister.
Bill isn't home."
The TV began emitting some rather loud and pointed grunts. The bottom
boy in the movie was being violently fucked up the ass by stud No. 2 in
Brutal Muscleboys Gangbang Party. Bill panicked, reached for the remote
control, and turned the DVD player off. That left a rather innocuous
music video playing on the television.
"Ummm, do you always watch shit like that?" Russell asked.
"No, no. Sorry," Bill replied. He needed to end this situation, but in
a way that protected his identity and kept his cross-dressing a secret.
He was at a loss.
But as Bill fumbled in his mind for a solution, Russell began walking
toward him. "I'm sorry if I scared you, Miss. I really am. My name is
Russell," he said, sizing up the hot vixen on the couch who was clad in
one of the sexiest outfits Russell had ever seen on a girl--and Russell
had seen many. He reached out to shake Bill's hand, trying to calm what
he thought was a frightened woman. And he also thought of how he'd love
to get to know this girl much, much better. So he tried to be the
gentleman while at the same time keeping this gorgeous creature calm
and in her incredible lingerie.
But as soon as Bill got up from the couch to daintily shake the
straight stud's hand, Russell's face went as white as Bill's stockings.
As Bill stood before Russell, Bill's still-erect cock was clearly
visible in the skin-tight, white satin panties. Bill could plainly see
how Russell's mind was fast at work trying to figure something out.
Confusion was very clear on the muscled meter reader's face. Then Bill
looked down to see that his cock was still throbbingly erect from his
interrupted masturbation session, as well as from the sight of this
gorgeous straight hunk standing before him.
He was in such distress that he wasn't even thinking of the state of
his cock when he stood to shake Russell's hand. Bill's titillation
quickly disappeared, reverting to the panic he so acutely felt only
moments earlier. He sunk back into a sitting position on the couch and
said nothing, averting his eyes from Russell. Bill was filled with
fear.
"Are you the 'guy' who lives here?" Russell asked in a disconcerted but
stern tone.
Staring at his feet, Bill simply and softly said, "Yes."
"What are you, a faggot?" Russell asked, now more calm and confident,
but still stern.
Still staring at his feet, Bill replied, "Yes."
"Why the hell are you dressed like that?"
Scared, and embarrassed at being caught, Bill couldn't speak.
"Answer me," Russell demanded, walking forward to the couch, towering
ominously over the sitting, lingerie-clad homosexual.
Looking up at the straight stud's swelling, muscular chest and huge,
powerful biceps, Bill--now a prisoner in his own home--felt he had no
choice but to do as he was told. "I, I...I dress like a girl
because...because it...makes me feel good."
"Why?"
"I...I'm sorry?"
"Why does it make you feel good, faggot?!"
Bill tensed up, realizing just how quickly the straight musclestud's
view of the situation was changing. "Well," Bill nervously explained,
"I always have been kinda submissive and, um, feminine, I guess, when
I'm with other guys having...um, you know..."
"No, I don't know, 'girl.' Tell me."
Just wanting to get it over with, Bill quickly, but respectfully, spit
it out. "When I have sex with men, I'm always the one either sucking
dick or getting fucked by guys. So I'm kinda like the woman. And when
I'm getting fucked and stuff, I often fantasize that I really am a
woman. So in private, when I dress like this, it makes me feel like I
really am a woman. It just makes me feel good."
After a pause, Russell replied evenly, "Fuckin' incredible." Another
pause. "Well, if it's any consolation, you make one totally hot bitch,
faggot."
Regardless of the context and of the fear he felt, Bill was aroused by
Russell's compliment. Bill had been abused at the hands of straight
boys before, especially in high school, but he also was inherently
attracted to strong, muscular, dominant men. And Russell certainly was
everything a total bottom gay boy could ever dream of.
Not knowing the best way to respond to the gorgeous straight hunk's
comment, Bill--ever respectful and subservient--took a gamble and
softly said, "Thank you, Sir," adding the "Sir" out of fear and his
natural submissive nature.
Russell's face lit up with a broad, dominating smile. "Good girl," he
laughed, looking down at Bill. "Fuck. I can't believe this. Even though
you're a faggot, you're an awfully fine lookin' chick."
Russell just stared at Bill's sexy nylon-covered legs, pretty face in
slutty makeup, long blonde hair, white satin teddy, beautiful red lips.
The amazingly attractive straight boy began rubbing the ample bulge in
his crotch with his strong right hand. The growing bulge was at eye
level with Bill, who still sat demurely on the couch; Russell's
manhood, encased in his tight pants, now was a mere foot or so from
Bill's face.
"Please," Bill said, looking up at Russell's handsome face, "I'll do
anything you want. Anything, I promise. But please don't hurt me," he
begged, almost sobbing.
Russell let out a derisive, condescending laugh. "So you're gonna be a
good girl for a real man, huh, faggot?"
"Yes, Sir."
Russell paused. Never before had he had any kind of sexual relations
with another guy. He was a bona fide, 100% straight hunk who had many
beautiful girls submit to the needs and desires of his hot body. But
now he couldn't help himself--he was erect, aroused, and drunk on the
power he had over this homosexual. He could not resist the strong
desires of his body and his mind. The total control and command he
realized he had over the sexy 'girl' before him made his already mighty
ego swell with pride and vigor.
"Get down on your knees, bitch," he said, very smooth, with great
certitude stemming from his raw, masculine power.
Bill now knew he had no choice but to obey. Russell was stronger and
more muscular. And the athletic, well-built meter reader knew Bill's
secret cross-dressing fetish. Bill could easily be beaten or
blackmailed--or both.
At the same time, Bill also knew he was very attracted to this stud.
Bill felt it was an honor to provide any service whatsoever to a
straight boy. And he was pretty certain he knew the service Russell was
about to demand. Ultimately, Bill thought, to have a beautiful, young,
straight man demand such an act from a gay boy was just about the
greatest privilege Bill could have. So Bill did his best to suppress
his fears and focus on what he knew he was put on this Earth to do--
worship superior men, be they gay or straight.
Bill knew his place. He dropped to his knees, directly in front of
Russell's feet.
Russell's muscular, beautiful chest swelled and his gorgeous, smooth,
big biceps expanded. A satisfied smirk alighted his face. "If only all
the real girls were as obedient as you, faggot."
Russell then slowly unzipped the fly of his skin-tight uniform pants,
reached his left hand into the opening, and gradually and reverently
pulled out his cock.
Bill could not tear his eyes from the sight of this straight boy's
beautiful, immense organ. The semi-erect penis was about six inches
long, clearly on its way up to about nine inches when fully aroused.
And already it was the girth of a cucumber. This straight muscleboy
wasn't just a babe or a hunk or a stud--he was a god. Bill's jaw
dropped, his mouth open and eyes big as plates, in shock from the
perfection being lorded in his face.
Russell held the lengthening meaty beast in his hand, shaking it in the
air only inches from Bill's eyes. "What's a matter, faggot? Haven't you
ever seen a real man's cock before?"
Bill said nothing. On his knees with Russell towering above him and
Russell's perfect cock dangling before his eyes, Bill was in Nirvana.
Russell snickered at Bill. "So what ya' want, faggot? Huh? You wanna'
be my little bitch? Well?" Bill was speechless, so Russell continued
his taunting, squeezing his throbbing manmeat right in front of Bill's
face. "C'mon, slut. You're dressed so sexy. You're such a hot little
bitch. Beg me for it."
After only a moment's hesitation, not sure what to say, Bill softly
replied, "May I please suck your cock, Sir?"
Russell's response was immediate and venomous. He slapped Bill to the
ground and yelled, "You KNOW you want me, you stupid faggot! Now
fucking BEG me, bitch!"
The words flew naturally and speedily from Bill's mouth, his
submissiveness--and his desire--taking over. "Please, oh please, Sir,
can I have the great honor of sucking your cock, Sir? I know I'm just a
faggot and you are a superior straight man with the best body and
hottest looks and biggest dick. I know I don't even deserve to kiss
your feet, Sir. But I beg you to let me worship your dick as my new
god. Please, Sir! I'll be a good girl just for you. I'm wearing my best
stockings and teddy, Sir. I'll do anything you want--anything! Please
let me be your woman, Sir. I beg you for your cock!"
"Wow," Russell exclaimed, a bit surprised at just how much power he
truly had over the sexy, lingerie-wearing gay boy who looked so
amazingly like a slutty girl. "It's a shame you weren't born with a
vagina, faggot. But I'm sure we can work around that, right, bitch?"
"Yes, sir," Bill replied, more aroused and submissive than he had ever
been.
"All right," Russell said, holding his now fully erect, gigantic cock,
and pointing it straight at Bill's lips. "Feast on this, bitch."
Russell stabbed his cock into Bill's mouth, Bill's pretty lips
involuntarily wrapping around the straight stud's mammoth meat. Russell
slowly pushed his monster penis into Bill's mouth, and then further,
penetrating Bill's throat, which was well-experienced at accommodating
and servicing the dicks of gay top men. Russell had no concern for
Bill's well-being, though; he just wanted the kneeling gay boy to suck
his cock, and suck it well. He grabbed Bill's head with both hands and
continued slowly sliding his delicious, flawless, gargantuan tool into
the homosexual's pliant mouth.
Looking down at the kneeling Bill, Russell saw his perfect cock
violating the mouth of what clearly looked like a sexy young girl, a
girl in an incredibly hot lingerie outfit. No matter what he rationally
knew, Russell could not stop himself from thinking that this person
servicing his manhood was one of the hottest girls he had ever allowed
to worship him. And he felt this strong emotion while he remained fully
clothed; only the zipper of his pants was lowered, allowing the 'girl'
access to his majestic cock. That in mind, combined with the profound
satisfaction "she" was now providing him, Russell wondered just how
pleasured he would be if he let this 'woman' worship his entire
muscular body when he was totally naked. Thinking of how the sensation
of 'her' stockings-encased legs and satin-covered ass and body rubbing
against Russell's perfect, buff bod would make him feel made Russell's
mind swim with lust and his body tingle with desire.
"Oh fucking god, you're such a good girl," Russell said. His eyes were
closed, his hands gently rested on Bill's head, his head was thrown
back. He stood over the kneeling girl before him, in the midst of her
living room--violating her body with his huge, powerful manhood, and
violating her home with his complete domination of her. He knew he
literally now owned this person, and his robust ego--as muscular and
vigorous as his remarkable body--was very fulfilled.
Bill was lost in subservient feelings as he savored the compliment this
hot, straight stranger just paid him. He continued focusing all his
energy, attention and tremendous cocksucking talent on what now was the
center of his entire life--Russell's incomparable penis. Bill knew the
only important thing was to give Russell the best head the straight
hunk had ever received.
Bill was acutely aware that, in so many ways, his life was now in
Russell's hands. So he reminded himself of how blessed he was to have a
straight hunk's cock in his mouth and continued kissing, licking and
sucking the stud's dick--exactly what he knew he was born to do. And
the sensation of feeling his trim, luscious body hugged by the skin-
tight white nylon and satin lingerie set only made Bill feel more in
his place. For the first time in his life he felt he truly was a girl,
and a very lucky girl to be being used by a specimen as amazing and
godlike as Russell. Bill was at peace.
And thus, after 10 minutes of having his dick expertly sucked, Russell
suddenly and violently grabbed Bill's hair and began wildly face-
fucking the obedient gay boy. "Okay, beautiful, I'm gonna reward you
for dressing so sexy for me. I hope you're hungry, bitch, 'cause I feel
like I'm gonna' feed you a huge load of come. You hungry, whore?!"
Bill simply replied with an enthusiastic, "Mmm hmm," because his mouth
was filled with Russell's madly pistoning cock.
Russell laughed as his body built toward orgasm. "Damn! You are such a
good girl!" he shouted. "Suck my cock, bitch! Suck it! Suck it, you
whore!!"
Russell mercilessly pounded his giant cock into Bill's throat. The big
muscles under his second-skin uniform shirt and pants bulged and
throbbed. His powerful body was an awesome sight as it violently abused
Bill. And as Bill caught a brief glimpse of Russell's heaving chest and
handsome face during the climactic, intense assault, his feelings were
confirmed--Russell, indeed, was a god.
And then, in his mouth and throat, Bill felt his god's cock begin to
pulsate. Russell squeezed and tugged at Bill's hair with such masculine
force that Bill screamed in agony, though his horrific scream was
greatly muffled by Russell's enormously thick cock filling Bill's
throat.
"Eat my semen, you stupid, fucking bitch!!" Russell was screaming
wildly, ferociously, as his beautiful, throbbing prick pumped load
after load of his boiling hot come deep into Bill's body. He maintained
the great speed and force of his ramming fuck as he continued to feed
vast amounts of semen to his conquest--some of the thick man-juice
shooting deep into Bill's throat on the downstroke, some filling Bill's
mouth as Russell pulled back. "Swallow every drop, you slut! Oh god,
yes! Yes!! Eat it! Eat it, you pathetic cunt!"
With that, Russell released Bill's head, pulled his still-spurting dick
from Bill's mouth, grabbed his huge manmeat with his right hand, and
pointed it straight at Bill's face. Russell commanded wickedly: "Tell
me how perfect I am, girl, while I coat your pretty face!"
And so Bill did, as his face was hit hard by shot after shot of
Russell's jism. "Oh, Sir, your cock is the most perfect and beautiful
cock in the whole world! It's so incredibly big!! And you're body is so
hot, and you are so gorgeous! You are a real man! I'll do anything you
command me to do, Sir. ANYTHING!! I am your slave!"
That complete and utter submission made Russell more sexually satisfied
than any previous sexual act in his life. His giant, spurting member
shot its last bullets of hot goo onto Bill's face, which now was
covered with Russell's manly semen. Breathing heavily and smiling,
Russell walked to the couch and plopped down like a mighty tree being
felled. "Get over here, bitch, and lay on my lap."
Bill rose from his knees and walked over to the couch.
"You look even cuter with my come plastered all over your face, girl,"
Russell chuckled. "Now stretch out on the couch and lay across my lap."
Bill did as he was instructed. Once in place, he relaxed his body, his
semen-covered face flattening into the sofa cushion. He turned his face
inward toward the back of the couch and rested.
"That's my good girl," Russell said. He began gently rubbing and
caressing the skin-tight, white, shiny, thigh-high stockings that
covered Bill's legs. He rubbed the taut, white, satin panties that
encased Bill's incredible ass. "You are such a hottie. I gotta' be
honest--that was the best blow-job I ever had. And I've had a million,
baby." Russell continued lovingly fondling Bill's back, ass, thighs and
calves through the sexy material of the all-white lingerie set. "You're
a lucky girl. You know why?"
Though Bill was in bliss at being so wildly fucked by a beautiful,
muscular straight stud and now--still dressed as a gorgeous, slutty
woman--being caressed by the hunk, he still was scared of the man. For
one thing, the stud was so much stronger and more powerful than Bill.
For another, because of the lovely fondling by Russell, Bill had a
raging erection that Russell could no doubt feel since Bill's pantied
crotch was resting on Russell's muscular thighs. As he was becoming
accustomed, Bill simply said what he thought Russell wanted to hear.
"I'm a lucky girl because I had the honor of sucking your cock and
eating your semen, Sir."
Russell laughed, "Fuckin' true, bitch!" Russell slapped Bill's
beautiful asscheeks playfully but very hard. The hard smack echoed
through Bill's living room and front hall. "You are such a good whore,
baby. But actually, I was thinking of another reason why you're a lucky
girl. Wanna' know why?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Well, you're a lucky bitch because I'm going to go get a copy of the
key to your apartment made for me. And whenever I want, I'm gonna' come
by so you can worship me. Hell, maybe next time I'll even let you take
my clothes off so you can see just how much of a real man I really am.
You'll probably faint when you see my bod, bitch. So what do you think
of that, baby?"
Bill thought for a moment: Russell had the key to his apartment, could
beat him senseless with his incredibly muscular physique, and knew his
most intimate secret of cross-dressing. Further, Bill really did love
the beauty and power of this real man. And the stud was straight, which
for a gay total bottom like Bill was a dream. Even more, Russell was a
straight muscleboy who liked Bill in women's lingerie. Whether for fear
of Russell or for his own intense lust, Bill knew what he had to say.
"I think it's wonderful, Sir. And I'll do anything you want because you
are a superior man, a real man, and I am just a," he paused, "girl..who
has dreamed of a man like you all my life. Please let me be yours, I
promise I always will please you and obey you, Sir."
"That's a good bitch," Russell said, once again harshly slapping Bill's
ass. "Well, get off me, baby. I gotta go get your key copied and return
the one I got to your landlord's mailbox. And then I gotta finish
workin'."
Bill quickly and obediently lifted himself from Russell's lap and off
the couch. When Russell stood, he looked Bill in the eyes and made a
show of slowly and wickedly zipping up the zipper of his tight uniform
pants. "We'll just put that away until next time," he snidely said to
Bill.
Russell walked to the short hallway leading to the front door of Bill's
apartment and stopped. He turned and looked at Bill, who remained
standing near the couch in his long blonde wig and sexy lingerie, his
face coated in dried semen. "C'mere, bitch," Russell ordered. Like a
loving and loyal girlfriend, Bill scampered to face Russell. "Get down
on your knees before me, whore," Russell ordered. Bill obeyed. "Now
kiss my feet." Bill's raging erection got even harder upon hearing
those four little words. He leaned forward, his hands on the floor, and
submissively kissed Russell's shoes over and over and over again.
Russell's face lit up with satisfaction and power, "I gotta' admit, I'm
pretty lucky, too. I never thought I'd find a girl as good as you."
With that he grabbed Bill's head with both hands, forced it into his
meaty crotch, and held him there for a moment. He then released Bill,
throwing him back to the floor. "You behave yourself until next time.
And make sure you have lots more hot outfits like that one, bitch. You
are one fine whore."
Russell walked down the short hall, exited, and shut the door behind
him. Bill collapsed on the floor where he knelt, his panties suddenly
stained with an enormous load of cum.
THE END
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