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Reluctant Convert ? by: Suzi4th Part 2 David woke to bright sunlight and a gentle stroking of his forehead. It took him a moment to register that he was not in his own bed but next door in Sally's, in her father's house, and that Mr Adamson was stroking his forehead. He was sitting in the same chair as last night and David blushed a deep red as he remembered all that had happened. Mr Adamson smiled at him as he stirred and tried to move his hands and found he could not, that they were still tied to the brass bedposts, a vivid memento of the night before. "We'll soon release you from bondage, sleepyhead. And then breakfast." He was dressed in casual clothes, a pair of jeans and a white T-shirt that was tight over his muscular chest and arms. He was in a genial mood and chattered as he untied the knots that bound the boy. "I hope you're not as hard to wake every day." He rubbed David's wrists. "No harm done. And I've brought up breakfast for you." He gestured to a tray on the bedside table. "Come on now. Get yourself straight." He arranged the pillows behind David and adjusted the halter-neck of the nightie, reminding the boy he was dressed in a semi-transparent shortie nightdress and open crotch red panties. He wriggled in embarrassment and shame, but Mr Adamson appeared to notice nothing. "Don't imagine I'll bring you breakfast in bed every day," he said as he placed the loaded tray on the boy's lap. "I thought you could do with a bit of pampering after last night. I gave you a bit of a hard time, I'll admit. Not that you didn't deserve it. And don't suppose for a moment that it's all forgotten. We're going to have a serious talk later, you and I." He poured milk from the little jug into the bowl of cereal. "Come on you must be hungry after all that emotion. I've never seen anyone cry so often." David ate his cereal and drank a glass of orange juice. He even ate a slice of toast. All through his breakfast Mr Adamson continued to talk in the same friendly way, seeming not to expect any response from the boy. He couldn't speak, and Mr Adamson knew it, just as he had known he would be hungry. David had prepared himself to face the man of last night, the man of the black robe who had mocked and frightened him, who had spanked him ignominiously and made him cry, who had dressed him in a nightie and panties and treated him as a girl, who had made him doubt his maleness and had tempted him into sucking his cock. But the man who had woken him and brought him breakfast in bed, this genial man talking away in the sunny room, was entirely different. He could not be defiant or surly in the face of this open-hearted kindness and concern for his comfort. The sunshine, along with Mr Adamson's friendliness began to dissolve David's determination. There was nothing for him to resist. The previous night now seemed almost like a dream; the black robe and the terrifying thing it had hidden had no place in this bright morning. Involuntarily David glanced at Mr Adamson's crotch. The monster was still there he could see its outline clearly swelling the tight blue denim along the inside of the man's left thigh. It was still imposing but, imprisoned by the blue denim it seemed safe, unthreatening, contained by the everyday. Suddenly aware of the direction of his gaze, and not sure how long he had been staring, he looked up guiltily at Mr Adamson's face. But he had noticed nothing. He was saying, "Well, if you've finished your breakfast, perhaps you'd like to get up. Have a shower and join me downstairs. I thought we could go for a drive into the country, have lunch in a pub somewhere." He took the breakfast tray and stood up. Awkwardly, David said, "Thank you for the breakfast, Mr Adamson, it was very kind of you." "Not at all. We got off to a bad start yesterday. It couldn't be helped, I had to intervene for your mother's sake as well your own. But today's another day. I hope it will be a better one - for both of us." He turned away. "I'll leave you to it," he said. "Don't be long," and went out of the room. As soon as he was gone David bounded out of bed, overjoyed to be unsupervised, trusted by this man whose good opinion, surprisingly, he found himself anxious to win. He threw off the humiliating nightie and the panties and hurried into the bathroom where he showered quickly and brushed his teeth. In five minutes he was back in the bedroom ready to dress in his own clothes. But he could not find them. They had been lying on the carpet last night, where they had fallen when he had been hurried out of them. Mr Adamson must have tidied them away. But where? He looked round the room. They were not visible. He opened the wardrobe door. There were rows of Sally's dresses, skirts, on the floor were high-heeled shoes and boots, but no sign of his own clothes. He pulled open the drawers in the chest, stockings, bras, panties, slips, feminine lingerie, but nothing of his. At a loss, he stood uncertainly in a shaft of sunlight by the open door of Sally's bedroom wondering what he should do. Irresolute, he called out, "Mr Adamson, please, I can't find my clothes." Distantly downstairs he heard, "Didn't hear that. I'll be with you in a second." Then there was the sound of plates clashing and a cupboard door slamming shut, and Mr Adamson, still holding a tea towel, came bounding up the stairs. He caught sight of David in the doorway, naked, the sunlight creating a halo around his body, and came to an abrupt halt. For a moment words failed him. If David has been looking at him he would have seen his face take on an expression of the purest lust. But David's eyes were cast down in shyness, and his hands crept in front of him to cover his groin. The man quickly recovered himself and the look of genial good humour which had reigned over breakfast returned. "Not dressed yet! Flaunting yourself naked. This won't do. The day is passing." "I couldn't find my clothes," said David, his voice low and embarrassed. "I told you, it doesn't matter. Put on whatever takes your fancy. Sally won't mind." "I meant my clothes," said David shocked. "I can't wear Sally's." "Of course you can. You're more or less of a size - if anything she's bigger, certainly is in the tit department, though you've nothing to be ashamed of there. Don't you worry about her. I'll make sure she doesn't object. She can be a little madam with young men but not with me." "But I want mine I can't dress as a girl." Mr Adamson looked astonished. "But that's all agreed. Maybe I wasn't crystal clear last night, but I explained it to you this morning. You can't expect to get away with what you did yesterday scot free, and this is your punishment, not a harsh one by any means, you'll agree, taking everything into consideration. Anyway, you didn't object." "But, Mr Adamson, I didn't hear you say it." "Daydreaming again. That's one of your problems. I noticed it yesterday and I don't have to remind you, they were rather unwholesome dreams. In fact, the form your punishment takes, though I don't like the word, is really meant as a kind of therapy, meant to fit the crime or crimes, another word I don't like. It's a designer treatment, custom-made so to speak," Mr Adamson chuckled. "It should cure you of those day-dreams among other things." David was guiltily aware that he hadn't listened to all of Mr Adamson's chatter over breakfast and was terrified lest the man had noticed when he had stared at his penis swelling down the inner thigh of his jeans. But he had another objection and it seemed irrefutable. "But you said we were going out - to the country and to a pub. I couldn't possibly go out dressed like that - people would notice." Mr Adamson roared with laughter. "No wonder you were worried if you thought you had to go out wearing a transparent black nightie and crotchless red panties. You'd certainly get noticed in that. No, no. Of course you're to wear lingerie, I want you properly dressed after all. But you'll be wearing a dress or a skirt and blouse over your undies. No one will notice, especially since you'll have a touch of eye makeup and a smidgeon of lip gloss and we'll titivate your hair a bit. A bangle or two on your wrist, and the only notice you'll get is admiration. And don't worry about your voice, it's one of those in-between voices; dressed as a boy you sound like a boy's, dressed as a girl you'll sound like a girl, a sexy young girl at that.". As he spoke Mr Adamson had led David back into the bedroom in front of the full-length mirror on back of the wardrobe door. He selected various items and spread them carefully to the bed and then took items of underwear from the chest of drawers. He was full of energy and excitement. David resigned himself to the ordeal of an excursion dressed as a girl. Mr Adamson had made it sound like a kind of challenge, a trick to pull off. After all, as a punishment it wasn't too bad, especially if it meant that his mother wouldn't hear about the whisky and the pornographic video and. So he stood passively in front of the mirror not really looking at himself, but somehow reassured nonetheless by the sight of his familiar body. That would remain the same, however he was dressed. He was aware of Mr Adamson bustling about the room but the man's movements were unthreatening. The whole thing began to appear to David almost as an adventure, a risky masquerade he could even look forward to and might remember with pleasure afterwards when he had carried it off. "Come on now, you should show some interest." He took David by the shoulder and turned him to face the array of clothes spread on the duvet. "I want you to choose. After all you'll be wearing it." David stared baffled at the mass of female clothing. "I don't know ..," he began. "What I thought," said Mr Adamson, "seeing that it's a spring day in May, is that you should wear something virginal, fresh, suited to a young girl, something like these white silk stockings, they'll go well with these white satin and lace panties, and the white waspy. And I found this white lace bra of Sally's when she was about your size." "A bra!" said David, dismayed. "Do I really have to wear a bra? Couldn't I ....' "Of course you must. We've got to do things properly. Don't worry it's half-cup and underwired and since it'll be a bit tight, it'll bring out those little beauties you've got a treat. Just wait till you see them nestling in white lace." He patted the boy's shoulder. "And now for the rest. I thought maroon, this maroon leather mini, the white silk blouse, and those maroon patent leather shoes." He pointed to a pair beside the bed. David, who had been about to protest at the miniskirt was distracted by the shoes which had slingbacks and two inch heels. "I can't wear those. I couldn't walk in them." "It will be easy. You'll see. Of course you must have a little practice before we go out, but you'll manage it in no time. You need a bit of advice anyway on how to walk and move like a female; believe me, that's much harder. But," he mused,"'perhaps not in your case. I've noticed you tend to walk with rather a sway to your hips. Anyway that's the ensemble I suggest. What do you think of it? It's up to you. My regime is liberal, you'll agree." David relented picked up the bra and the shoes. He thought he might as well accept Mr Adamson's choice. He had no ideas of his own, was glad that he was being consulted at all, and wanted to please the man, to keep him in his present benevolent mood. So he agreed. "I'll help you dress," said Mr Adamson. "'It wouldn't be fair to expect you to manage on your own the first time. But pay attention. I won't dress you again." He took a garment from the bed. "Begin with this, it's a waspy. Pull your stomach in as much as you can. He stood behind the boy and passed his hand round to feel the boy's warm skin for a moment. "That's the way," he said approvingly. The waspy was a little too small and it compressed David's waist and when Mr Adamson looked over David's shoulder into the mirror he saw how it rounded out and emphasised the boy's hips and how the two suspenders hung down his thighs. The man licked his lips. "Now come and sit down." He guided David back to the bed where he sat down still facing the mirror. "It's time for the stockings. Watch carefully. I'll put on the first and I want you to put on the second yourself." He showed the boy how to hold the stocking and lifted his leg and began to put the stocking on. He proceeded very slowly, talking explaining all the time, and using the opportunity to caress the boy's leg. "You have to be careful, gentle. The material is very delicate. Like this you see. Don't let your nails catch. Don't let the material bunch up down here." He ran his hands slowly up the boy's leg and told him to stand as he pulled the stocking taut on his thigh, and reached caressingly between the boy's legs to adjust the stocking top. "And keep it straight, don't let it twist. And the lacy top, don't let it fold over." David shivered as he felt the man's hands touching him, deftly running over his thigh, between them, behind them. He felt the beginnings of arousal and tried to ignore them. Mr Adamson attached the suspenders and his hands touched David's bottom and then his penis which was stirring. To the boy's relief he took no notice and stepped back. "There," he said, "Now you try the other one. Sit down to begin with." He handed David the second stocking and watched him in the mirror as he clumsily began to follow the man's instructions. The boy's movements, as he lifted his foot and began to pull the stocking on, revealed his anus and his half hard penis and balls. "That's the way. Stand up. Gently now. Good. Now stand up to fasten the suspenders. Yes, that one is more difficult. Twist around. There, you've got it. It'll be easier next time." He watched the intensely erotic image of the boy's lithe figure bending and turning in the mirror, yet kept up the flow of advice and encouragement, and his voice remained level and friendly, not betraying his excitement. "Now this." He picked up the bra. "I'm pretty sure it'll fit. But it'll be a tight fit. Which, as I said, is a good thing." David looked at him pleadingly as he slipped the straps over his shoulders. For some reason the idea of wearing a bra afflicted him more than anything else. "Don't look at me like that. It's got to be done properly. Luckily it's front fastening." He grabbed abruptly at David's chest catching hold of the flesh and pulled upward. David felt his skin uncomfortably dragging under the tightness of the bra, and almost cried out. Mr Adamson repeated the painful manoeuvre, then adjusted the straps. He stepped back to look at the result and sighed with gratification. "Perfect. Better than I had hoped. Have a look yourself." David looked down and saw again the two white mounds of flesh surmounted by the small nipples that he had seen in the bathroom the night before. But the mounds were larger and they nestled in the half-cups of the lacy white brassiere, almost overflowing them. "Even better. Look in the mirror." David saw that his nipples peeped over the top of the bra, but he saw too and registered how different he looked. The familiar image of his body which had so reassured him earlier had gone. He saw an erotic pin up, a girl's image in the white stockings, the waspie and the bra, the narrow waist, the rounded hips, the slim elegant legs, the breasts swelling above the half cups of the bra. His almost shoulder length black curly hair framed a face which now seemed to him unfamiliar despite its familiarity. It belonged now to the unfamiliar body as a girl's face. Only his penis contradicted the femininity of his image and by a kind of perverseness also emphasised it and made it erotic. He turned wondering, dismayed eyes to look at Mr Adamson, who smiled reassuringly at him. 'Now slip into these,' and handed him a pair of white lace panties. David drew them on slowly. His mind was in turmoil. What he had seen in the mirror, what he could see now as he felt the delicate material on his skin was a transformed, barely recognisable version of himself, an image that was erotic, sexually desirable, but undeniably female. Though he could not formulate it, he felt a confused desire to identify himself with that image, to substitute it for what he had always been. Adamson watched the play of feeling in the boy's expressive face, understood it and was silent for a moment. Then he handed the boy the skirt. "Step into that. Work it over your hips. It zips at the side." Without changing his tone, he added, as casually as he could manage, "Of course, when we go out I'll have to use a different name. I can't call you David, dressed like that." The boy looked up, his eyes surprised and questioning, leaving the skirt unzipped and it began to slip down again. The man reached over and adjusted it and pulled up the zip. "Do I have to do everything for you? I thought of Susie. I think it will suit you." "But I don't want a girl's name." "Well, you'll have to put up with it. You surely won't want people to suspect anything out of the ordinary. I have to address you somehow and then, we might bump into someone I know and I'll have to introduce you. You can be my niece Susie, my sister's daughter staying with me, come on a visit from London, because her mother had to go away to visit a sick relative. That keeps close to the truth. It's always best, I think." As he spoke he had put the blouse on David and found a pair of earrings and clipped them to David's ears. "Yes, Susie, eighteen years old, from London, let's say from Hampstead. You'd better get used to your new name, Susie. So that's what I'll call you from now on. And of course, I'm uncle," he laughed, "your Uncle Harry." He moved to the other side of the room. "Come and sit here, Susie," and indicated a chair in front of the dressing table mirror, and watched as the pretty girl who had been David turned to him with bewildered eyes. "I don't understand." "What don't you understand, Susie?" "Please, don't call me that. I feel ... Oh Mr Adamson, I feel ...." David stopped. He couldn't put the strangeness of his feeling into words. He hated being called Susie, he knew he did, and yet, when Mr Adamson used the name, it made him shiver with something like pleasure and excitement. "You feel strange. But you'll get used to it. Over here now, my girl, we better hurry. Do as Uncle Harry tells you. This is all taking up time." As the boy approached and sat down, Mr Adamson noticed how graceful and feminine his movements were. He took the boy's face in his hands and had to restrain his desire to kiss the full lips. "Now, a little makeup, the finishing touches." Rapidly, skilfully, he applied dark red lip gloss to the boy's mouth, eye shadow and mascara. He attached earrings. "There. You look beautiful, Susie." And looking back at him from the mirror through his own eyes, David did indeed see a beautiful young girl. Again he experienced that strange exciting feeling of being and not being the girl in the image, the insistence that he wasn't and the exciting desire to be that girl. Mr Adamson led him downstairs and put the red patent leather shoes on him. At first David could hardly walk a step. But after ten minutes he graduated from having to support himself on Mr Adamson's shoulder to being able to walk across the room without difficulty." "Remember, Susie," said the man, "always take small steps and put your weight on the toe first." After another ten minutes Mr Adamson said he was satisfied and hurried them out of the house. His car, an MG, was parked a little way down the street, and, as they approached, it Mr Adamson kept a few yards behind David and noticed how the young girl in front of him swayed her hips and how invitingly she jiggled her rounded bottom in the leather miniskirt. "I'll put the top down, it's such a lovely day. We'll be there in about half an hour." As they drove through the sunlit Saturday streets of the town filled with the bustle of morning shoppers, Mr Adamson was aware of the male heads turning to look at the sexy teenage girl beside him. David who was still in a bewildered dream did not notice. He was still puzzling over what was happening to him and his own feelings. Once out on the open road the roar of the car and the wind made conversation impossible and each was left with his own thoughts and feelings. They reached the pub shortly after twelve. To David's relief Mr Adamson spared him the ordeal of entering the bar and led him from the car straight into the extensive pub garden which was dotted with tables and benches distributed about the lawn and under the trees. The garden was still almost empty and the people at the few occupied tables were too concerned with their own conversations to look up at them. "You're doing me credit, Susie," said Mr Adamson as they walked across the grass. He had taken David's arm to guide as much as to support him. He seemed to know the place well, for he led them to the back of the garden, to a table shielded from view by tall rose bushes. "Sit down, Susie," he gestured at a bench that ran along one side of the table. "Don't look so worried. It's quite private here. No one can see you. I thought you'd prefer that," he said, "at least to begin with, let you get your breath back and feel more confident." David was grateful. He had been terrified as they walked across the grass, convinced that everyone was looking at him. "It's a bit early yet for lunch. But I'll get us something to drink. For you a white wine spritzer, I think. I know you're under age, but who's to know and who's to care?" He turned to go. David was suddenly terrified. "Please, don't leave me," he said. Mr Adamson was charmed. "What's the matter, Susie?" He stroked David's head. "I shan't be a minute." When he returned with the drinks he was accompanied by a plump balding man in a sports shirt and shorts. He was talking volubly and stopped abruptly as he caught sight of David. "What have you been hiding from me, Harry? No wonder you chose this secluded spot." Mr Adamson rolled his eyes, indicating to David that he could not help this intrusion. He introduced the plump man to David who was aware that his gaze was directed down into his open-necked blouse. The boy blushed, and the man sat down on the bench beside him. "I didn't know you had such a beautiful niece, Harry. Where have you been hiding her? His eyes remained fixed on David's breasts." "Come on now Tony," said Mr Adamson, who seemed genuinely put out by the man's arrival, "remember you're a happily married man, and if you can't remember that, remember that your wife is sitting not thirty yards away." "Alas, I can't deny it," said the man. "If any girl could make me forget the fact, it would be you, Susie." He seemed to expect an answer. But David didn't know what to say. He looked away, and the man mistook his shy reaction for coquetry and an invitation. "My word, Harry, you'll have to keep an eye on her." To his horror David felt the man's bare knee under the table pressing and rubbing against his thigh. He shifted on the bench, feeling totally vulnerable, and looked appealingly at Mr Adamson, who looked back at him angrily and then stood up and looked beyond the sheltering roses. "I think your wife is getting ready to come and see what you're up to, Tony," he said. The man looked alarmed and moved away from David. "Well, I'm sorry I can't stay," he said, getting up. "Good to see you again Harry, and it's been a real pleasure to meet you , Susie." He hurried off to his wife. Adamson scowled at David. "You little bitch. How dare you flirt with that fat bastard?" "But I wasn't," said David indignantly. "Why did you stick out your tits under his nose then." "He stared at them. I didn't want him to. I couldn't stop him," said David miserably. "And those flirtatious looks you gave him. And don't think I didn't know what was going on under the table." "But he was horrible. I hated him. He pushed his knee against me. It was awful," David's voice became a wail, he was on the verge of tears. "Don't cry," said Mr Adamson sharply. "It'll ruin your makeup. I'll believe you. I know of old that he's a lecherous slob." He patted David's hand and then held it caressingly. "We won't let him spoil our day." "No," said David still gulping back tears. To comfort him Mr Adamson told him how pretty he was and how well he was carrying off his first outing as a girl. No one would guess the truth. He would deceive even women who much sharper eyes than men for such masquerades. "I'm proud of you, Susie," he said, "proud to be seen about with such a stunning girl." David was comforted. Things were so much better when Mr Adamson was nice to him. He even liked being told that he was pretty, though it aroused that strange confusing excitement he had had when he looked at himself in the mirror. He began once again to appreciate the spring day, the sunshine, the blue sky and the birdsong in the trees in fresh green leaf all around them. His eyes glowed and he told Mr Adamson how much he liked the drink he had brought, and Mr Adamson held his hand and stroked it and said he would get him another. "Harry! Harry Adamson, I might have guessed I'd find you at the best table in the garden." A man had appeared in their little private clearing. He was in his forties smartly dressed in an expensive lightweight suit. Mr Adamson seemed pleased to see him greeted him enthusiastically and introduced him to David as Edward and invited him to sit down. David was not pleased. He had been relaxing and beginning to enjoy himself alone with Mr Adamson, and felt nervous at having to deal with another man. But Edward was very different from Ron. He was polite and, though his eyes were admiring when he shook David's hand, they did not stray. And when he sat down beside David he did not sit intrusively close. He was good-looking, too, in a distinguished way, and his hair had touches of grey. But David did not like the look of his mouth; it was thin-lipped and there was a meanness too it when he smiled, while his eyes remained cold and watchful. He and Mr Adamson were old friends, and, to his relief, David was largely ignored as the two exchanged pleasantries and gossip. He began to relax again, taking small sips of his drink and listening to the two men. Then to David's alarm Mr Adamson got up, "What'll you have, Edward. I'm off to get a refill for Susie and I." While David gazed panic-stricken at Mr Adamson, Edward asked for a scotch and soda, and Mr Adamson said, "Right you are. Don't look so terrified Susie. I can leave you with Edward. He's a very honourable chap." When he had gone Edward laughed and said, "Rather Harry than me. There's a hell of a crush at the bar. He'll be gone quite a while." David's look of dismay deepened. "You're a quiet one," said Edward, "and far too good-looking to be Harry's niece, if that's what you are. I've known him a good few years and he's never mentioned a niece." He was watching David closely and something must have shown in his expression, for Edward laughed. "I might have guessed. You're very nice but you're no niece. Admit it." "I am. I am his niece," said David miserably but without conviction and he could not look at the man sitting beside him. Edward moved closer and put his arm round David's waist. "Well, he's left you to me for the duration and he won't mind if I have a little taste of you. He owes me many a favour." "Please don't," said David trying to pull away. "I don't want you to." "Don't resist me, Susie," said Edward. "It really turns me on," and he pulled the boy even closer. David pushed at him with his hands, struggling to get free. "Lovely little vixen," said Edward delightedly and crushed David to him and kissed him, forcing, thrusting his tongue into the boy's mouth. He thrust a hand down into David's blouse and began to caress David's breasts, twisting his nipples viciously. David moaned. But there was more than pain in his voice. He was beginning to feel excited by the tongue in his mouth and the rough handling of his breasts. Insensibly, as the man prolonged his violent caresses the boy's struggles, weakened, changed, became wriggles, writhing in the man's grip. Edward sensed the change immediately. He transferred his mouth to David's ear and began licking it, whispering. "You like this, you're hot now, Susie. You want my cock." He took hold of the boy's hand and dragged it between his thighs, where it encountered Edward's penis sticking out of his trousers. It was warm to David's hand, which closed round it convulsively. "They've put a waiter on to serve in the garden. I've ..." Harry Adamson came into the little clearing. Edward and David sprang apart. "What the hell's going on?" Edward said, "Don't blame me, Harry. She leapt on me as soon as you went, had my cock out in a second and wouldn't let go. I should have resisted. Your Susie's the hottest ..." "Alright, Edward, that'll do. It would be best if you left now. Shut up, Susie," he said to David who had begun to assert his innocence. "I'll deal with you presently." Edward tidied himself and left. "I didn't, I didn't, it wasn't true, what he said." David gabbled his excuses. "I told you to shut up. Your hand was on his cock. His tongue was down your throat. You can't deny that was true. I saw it. And I saw the expression on your face. You were enjoying it; you wanted more." "But he made me. He forced me." "Just like Tony did? You can deceive me once, but not twice." "It's not fair," said David. "I hate your friends. I don't want to be Susie any more. I want to go home." He buried his face in his hands and began to cry. Mr Adamson looked at the dark curly head, the shapely body shaking with sobs. His eyes gleamed with pleasure that his voice did not betray. "You'll go home when I decide and not before. I want you to stop that crying at once. The waiter will be here any second with our drinks, you don't want him to see you in this state." "I don't care." David looked up at him defiantly but the effect was ruined. His tears had made his mascara run and Mr Adamson laughed. "You look like a panda, Susie you've got black smears all round your eyes. Here." He handed David the small black leather bag he had brought from the car. "You'll find a mirror and some tissues and cleanser in there. Use them. Clean yourself up." David obeyed. Whatever he said, he did not want to look foolish in front of anyone. The waiter arrived with the drinks and David noticed that Mr Adamson paid for Edward's drink before directing the waiter to take it to another part of the garden. "Now, Susie, don't think I've forgotten. Edward is an old friend of mine. I've never known him lie about anything, anything serious at least. Whereas you, well, I don't need to remind you. The facts are clear. He says you grabbed his cock. You say he made you do it. I saw you holding it as if it was your heart's desire and no sign of force." David hung his head. "I didn't dare let go," he muttered. The man laughed. "You don't even expect me to believe that. The truth is you held it because you liked holding it. You like men's cocks." "I don't!" David threw the cleansing lotion at Mr Adamson. It went wide and he caught it neatly in his left hand. "I hate men's cocks! I hate men!" "Shh. You're getting hysterical, Susie." David threw the mirror, which was made of plastic, and skittered along the table. Mr Adamson was delighted though he did not show it. "Now, now, Susie. Stop it, you're behaving irrationally." He sat down beside the teenager, straddling the end of the bench and put his arms round him. "I don't want you to be upset. We were going to have a lovely day in the country together." "It's been horrible," said David. "You've been horrible to me." "Do you want me to be nice to you, Susie?" he murmured in David's ear. "Yes." The teenager rested his head on the man's shoulder. At that moment he felt that Mr Adamson was all-powerful and could make everything come right, if only he was kind and gentle and strong. "I will be good." "Well, let's see." Adamson lifted the boy, who did not resist him, and turned him round so that he sat sideways between the man's legs as they straddled the bench. His slim white stockinged thighs lay over the blue denim that was taut around the man's well-muscled thigh. In this position, David leant back against the man's arm and the man looked down at the lovely face, could see the white breasts, their tender skin slightly reddened by Edward's rough treatment. He saw how the maroon leather mini had risen a little to reveal pink skin and suspenders above the top of the white silk stockings. He saw too how the lovely boy-girl was available to him in this position "You say you'll be good, Susie. Well, tell me truly then, what happened with Edward?" "It was awful. He held me and wouldn't let me go and kissed me and stuck his tongue in my mouth. Then he grabbed my ... grabbed me here." David's hands rose to cover his breasts. "And he squeezed and pinched me. And then he licked my ear and whispered things and put my hand on his ''On his cock'." The boy nodded "You say that's what he did. And I suppose he might have - I accept that. After all you make a very sexy girl. But what happened, what went on inside you. You liked holding his cock, didn't you? I could see that." David shook his head vehemently. "I didn't know what I was doing. It all happened so quickly. Please believe me." "Alright," said Mr Adamson soothingly. "I only want to be clear about what happened. So he put his hands here?" His left arm which was holding the boy tightened and pulled him back so that he was almost horizontal and his right hand stole into the boy's blouse and slid over his right breast, where it nestled in the lacy bra. "And then what did he do?" The boy's eyes widened in alarm. And then he squeezed and ... "Please, don't." He felt Mr Adamson's fingers grasp his breast and then skillfully play with his nipple. "No! Stop! Please!" But even as he protested, the tense apprehension seemed to flow out of his body, and the man felt how the boy's body arched thrusting his breast against the caressing fingers. David's eyes half-closed. "And then he kissed you, like this." The man's voice was deep and murmuring and his mouth was gentle on the boy's. But his tongue was insistent against David's lips and pushed its way into his mouth. Mr Adamson's eyes remained open and he watched how the boy's thighs parted and his hips moved sensuously. The man's hand moved from the boy's breast and slid caressingly under the maroon leather mini stroking the bare skin of the boy's inner thigh above the stocking tops until it reached the boy's erect penis constrained by the lace of the panties. The man's mouth pulled away from the boy's. "It's a good thing he didn't get into your skirt then," he said, "or he'd have found something he didn't expect, wouldn't he, Susie?" David was dazed in a sensual dream to which he had given himself up under the man's exciting caresses. Mr Adamson was still holding his penis through the lace of the panties and now he began to caress it. "You see how men turn you on. You can't deny it." His hand slid inside the panties and down and finger lightly caressed the boy's anus. "And you'd love a great big cock here, wouldn't you." David sat up abruptly, indignant and shocked. "No. I wouldn't." He reached down to pull at the man's hand between his legs. "I'd hate it. Stop doing that! You tricked me! I want to get up now." Mr Adamson was unperturbed. "Alright, Susie. Have it your way. Come on, let me help you." David was floundering between the man's thighs in his efforts to get up. He set the boy on his feet. "You make such a lovely girl." He patted and stroked David's bottom, "it's difficult to remember you're not one." He noticed how the remark seemed to mollify David. 'Shall we have some lunch then, you beautiful, sexy, creature," he invited? Though David said, "Don't call me that." Mr Adamson saw that the compliment gave him pleasure. He took the teenager's arm and they walked slowly across the grassy garden where almost all the tables were now occupied. He saw the admiring looks that came their way, directed at the lovely boy girl walking beside him. And he sensed that David, too, was aware of them and that they pleased him, that he swayed his hips with more freedom, that his movements were consciously feminine. "Don't overdo it, Susie," he warned. "You'll make the other girls jealous." The faint blush on the teenager's cheeks told him he had been understood. "Still I'm pleased that you're feeling so confident. But as this is your first outing Susie I don't want you to feel embarrassed. The owner of this place is a good friend of mine and he's let me have a table in the little dining room where we'll be alone, so you shouldn't find things difficult." David squeezed his arm, grateful for his consideration. They were shown into what amounted to a private room. It contained only two tables, both unoccupied. "We should have some privacy here. See, they've cleared off the setting on the other table. Mike, that's the owner, is a good chap. He might pay us a visit later on." Then he pointed to the little button set in the table. "See, whenever we want anything, I press this, like so," and he pressed it, and a few seconds later a waitress pushed open the door carrying two large leather backed menus. "Good afternoon, Mr Adamson," she said. "It's good to see you again." "Come on, Alice." Mr Adamson was reproachful. "Why so formal. I've been Harry to you for years. Are you worried you might make Susie here jealous. Susie's my niece and above all that sort of thing." He introduced them, and David felt shy under the young waitress's scrutiny. She was wearing a short black dress and David noticed how the material was pushed out by her prominent rounded breasts and felt a twinge of something like envy; it was almost as if he wished his breasts were as large as hers. Mr Adamson ordered drinks, and discussed what they were to eat. Though he was hungry David felt too nervous to choose anything from the list of dishes; he did not recognise the names of most of them. So he let Mr Adamson choose for him. David was becoming increasingly aware that he needed to pee, had been holding back, and when Alice left with their order, he confided his need in Harry Adamson, who grinned at him. "Well, there's no problem, Susie. You'll use the ladies - it's just along the passage, turn right, follow the arrows down the stairs and its at the bottom just opposite the gents. Just make sure you go in the right one." David felt himself blushing again and was annoyed at himself, wishing that Mr Adamson couldn't embarrass him so easily.He found the Ladies without difficulty and went in. But all three cubicles were occupied and a woman was already waiting. She eyed him curiously. "You're with Harry Adamson, aren't you? I saw you come in with him." David answered, "Yes, I am his niece. Do you know him?" "I know him, alright," said the woman. She was a small neat blonde, in her thirties, wearing a close-fitting velvet dress. "I know him quite well." She spoke with a curious emphasis and David, forgetting his nervousness, looked at her questioningly. She sighed and shrugged her shoulders and turned away and then as if coming to a decision she turned back to David and took him by the wrist and drew him to a corner of the room. "Look, it's none of my business and I'll probably be sorry I spoke. If you're really his niece then fine, but if you're not, you be careful of him. You're prettier and younger than the others and, God knows, completely convincing." She paused and stared at him. A toilet flushed in one of the cubicles. "If it wasn't for the nervous way you came in here, as if it was all new to you, I wouldn't dream of doing this," and she swiftly thrust her hand up David's skirt and brushed her fingers across his penis. Dumbfounded, David stepped back, and a woman came out of cubicle. "I'm sorry, but it was the quickest way. Just be very careful, watch out for him." She entered the cubicle. David was utterly bewildered. Automatically he smoothed his skirt. What did she mean, what was she warning him against? What did she know about Mr Adamson? Everyone seemed to know him. Who were the others she compared him with? How had she guessed he was a boy? He looked in the mirror. He saw a very pretty girl staring back at him. The woman who had come out of the cubicle was adjusting her makeup next to him and looked from her reflection to his. "You're so lucky, dear. You can just look at yourself. You don't need to worry about little repair jobs." When he returned to the little dining room, their first course was just arriving, and Mr Adamson was joking with Alice the waitress. He had an arm round her waist. "Ah Susie, I was just going to send Alice in search of you. She said you were so pretty you'd probably been whisked off by some young man, didn't you Alice." "That's right, Harry," she said as David sat down, "Too pretty for your own good." He felt there was a curious emphasis in her words, too, and she gave Mr Adamson a meaning look as she spoke. He noticed too that she was buttoning up the front of her dress. "Now, now Alice," said Mr Adamson warningly. "Remember your place. Be off with you until we need you," and he slapped her bottom to send her on her way and David felt the slap was not altogether friendly. He ate and drank but his mind was not on his food. Every now and then he looked up at Mr Adamson, who ate and drank and talked and did not seem to mind that David's answers were perfunctory or that he did not speak. David was preoccupied, puzzling over the meaning of his encounter in the ladies, puzzling about Mr Adamson, so entirely at ease, so handsome and powerful in the white T-shirt that showed his muscular physique. What was the truth about him? Alice, too, seemed to know something that was to be kept secret. David wondered whether Mr Adamson and Alice were having an affair, remembered that she had been buttoning up the front of her dress and he became convinced that Mr Adamson had been caressing her breasts. He could not quite understand why he found the thought so upsetting. Was it that he felt jealous? Certainly, he was pleased when the remaining courses were served by someone else, a waiter who was impersonal and efficient. Mr Adamson broke in upon his thoughts. "Come on, Susie, you're not very good company. You've picked at your food and barely spoken through three courses. What's the matter? You'll have to do better than that when men take you out for a meal." "Nothing's wrong," said David, but there was a sulky note to his voice and his eyes were reproachful. "I can see that something's upsetting you. Tell me about it." "Nothing is," said David. "But I want to go home now. I don't want to be Susie any more." He was aware that he sounded sulky and tried to be more dignified. "After all I am not a girl, and I don't want to be treated like one any more." "We'll go home soon enough, Susie," said Mr Adamson who seemed delighted rather than put out by David's words. "As for your other desires I'm not so sure. But I want some coffee and a cigarette. So you'll have to contain yourself a little longer." He pressed the little button on the table and ordered coffee from the silent efficient waiter who cleared away the dessert dishes."And ask Alice if she would bring the coffee." "Alice is off duty now, sir," said the waiter. "All the more reason," said Mr Adamson. "You can but ask her and she can always refuse." 'Very good, sir." "Now, Susie," began Mr Adamson. "Why did you ask for her?" asked David, unable to suppress the rage in his voice. "Why not?" said Mr Adamson, grinning. "She's an old friend. Have you taken a dislike to her." 'No. Yes. I mean, she's rude." Alice came in with the coffee and Mr Adamson turned to her as she set out the cups and the paraphernalia. "So you've forgiven me, Alice." "What have I got to forgive you for, I should like to know?" "There was that smart little tap on the rump. I thought you might have taken offence." Alice did not reply and turned to go, but Mr Adamson took hold of her arm. "Wait. You may not be offended, but Susie here is, aren't you?" He smiled his most charming smile at David. "You were just about to tell me what you have against poor Alice. Now you can tell her, too." As he spoke he drew Alice to him and put his arm round her waist and moved it up to her breast, all the while smiling his charming smile at David. Alice was passive under his hand and she too smiled and stared at Susie. The teenager went crimson with embarrassment, rage, jealousy all at once. "You're horrible, both of you," he said. "I want to go home." However, he watched fascinated as Mr Adamson unbuttoned Alice's dress and slid his hand inside. "I think Susie is a little jealous," said Mr Adamson. "She'd like her lovely little breasts to be big like yours. Look Susie." He pulled the sides of Alice's dress apart so that her breasts overflowing their half- cup bra were exposed. He licked a finger and ran it round her large brown nipples. Alice shivered. Her nipples were erect and gleamed with the man's saliva. "You see, Susie, her nipples are bigger than yours too, but she likes having them played with, don't you, Alice." He pulled her onto his lap and lifted her breasts out of her bra began to manipulate them with both hands. "Harry likes an extra course after his lunch. He's a very greedy man," said Alice. "Would you like to have tits like mine, darling Susie?" "Well, I don't know about that," said Mr Adamson. "Susie just said she didn't want to be a girl any more, didn't you." Their mockery was too much for David. His eyes filled with tears, and hating to show his emotion, he turned round in his chair looked for somewhere to hide. There was an old leather sofa behind him and he threw himself on it and buried his face in the corner. The man and the woman watched him, enjoyment in their eyes. They saw a pretty girl, half lying half kneeling on the sofa, her slim body shaking with suppressed sobs, her bottom raised, so that the backs of her thighs and her panties under her mini skirt were revealed. The two looked at each other. "Yes," said Harry in a low voice. The woman got up and went across and sat on the sofa beside David. She heard a muffled 'go away' and when she stroked his hair she heard 'leave me alone.' Alice turned so that she was above David. "Now, now, Susie," said Alice. "You may not like me. But I like you a great deal. Girls like you are my hobby. I know your little secret," and she reached down between David's legs and grasped his penis. "It is such a little secret just now. But perhaps I can make it bigger." As she spoke she began to play with his penis. "Harry's told me how naughty you've been. If you could watch that video I should have thought you would enjoy watching greedy Harry and me." Against his will David felt arousal and his penis stiffening under Alice's skilful fingers. "No! I don't want to!' He struggled, tried to wriggle away, but her weight was on him, keeping him pressed in the corner of the sofa. "Get off me!" he cried, his legs flailing wildly. "Not till this little jewel is a bit bigger and harder," said Alice. Then he heard Harry Adamson's voice above him. "I think I know what will bring Susie round." The man had come over from the table with his large, erect penis protruding from his jeans. "She loves to get hold of a stiff cock." He leant over the arm of the sofa, reached down, and David felt the man take hold of his wrist and guide his hand, opening its clenched fingers and fitting them round a warm velvety firmness that David recognised immediately as the man's penis. "No!" he cried and attempted in vain to pull his hand away. "I don't want to! I hate it!" "You know you love it," Harry's voiced. "Lovely little girls like you always do," Alice's said. She let go of his now rigid penis, pulled the panties back so that their waistband was under his balls. Then he felt her cool fingers pulling back his foreskin and playing with the head. David still bucked underneath her, still tried to pull his hand away from Mr Adamson's penis, but as he became more excited he could feel his resistance weakening. His body once again was betraying him. Mr Adamson still holding David's hand around his penis, began to move it up and down slowly, and reached down and slid his other hand under David's panties and began to stroke his bottom, sliding a finger into the groove between the cheeks. It was too much, David could not resist any more. He began to moan and move his hips sensually, and his fingers tightened convulsively around the man's penis. Mr Adamson gently released his hold on David's hand, which continued the slow masturbating motion of its own accord. "See how Susie loves cock," he said. "I think she'd like this one in her mouth." It was Mr Adamson's first miscalculation. David had almost let go completely, was almost ready to feel the man's cock sliding between his lips, filling his mouth again. But when he heard the man's triumphant mocking tone it recalled him to himself. "No," he gasped, releasing the enormous penis and pulling his hand back, "I won't, I won't." "Little bitch," muttered Mr Adamson. "It's alright Harry," said Alice catching hold of the hand which had been about to slap David's bottom. "You silly girl, you don't know what your missing." And she raised herself slightly and leant forward across the arm of the sofa and took Harry Adamson's penis between her lips and began to suck and lick it. David still pinned in the corner of the sofa under Alice's body, heard the sucking noise then he heard Mr Adamson's voice. "Mmm, that feels so good, Alice." He felt blindingly angry and writhed and bucked, half because he wanted to free himself, half because he wanted to get Alice's mouth off Mr Adamson's penis. He was furiously jealous though he did not acknowledge it. He thought he had succeeded in his aim when he heard Alice's voice. "Stop that, Susie, you little cow." And then, "Alright get out of my way." He felt her hand grab his hair and pull so he had no option but to slide, squealing off the sofa and onto the floor in an untidy heap. Mr Adamson laughed and Alice said, "Lie there, you silly girl," and he heard the sucking noise again and Mr Adamson's groan of pleasure. He lay for a moment as he had fallen, feeling utterly miserable. Then he got up slowly. He saw that Alice was lying on the sofa her head on the arm and Mr Adamson was pushing his penis into her open mouth, His eyes were half-closed but he saw David stand up, saw the misery on the lovely, tear-stained face, and said, "Alice has a wonderful mouth as well as big tits, Susie. Why don't you go off and read a magazine?" David felt he was going to cry again. The door to the little private dining room opened and a red-faced middle aged man in a grey suit came in. "So you've started without me," he said, not in the least surprised by the sight of Harry Adamson's penis in Alice's mouth. "And without this beautiful little gooseberry here." He looked appreciatively at David. "So why are you playing Miss Mope-in-the- corner?" "Susie meet Mike," said Mr Adamson, "He owns this dump. Mike meet Susie. Remember, she's the one I mentioned when I booked the room." He turned his attention back to what Alice was doing. "So you're the niece," said Mike. "That explains it. You didn't want to commit incest with Uncle Harry." He took David by the arm. "Come and have a chat. Let's leave them to it. Alice's tongue is too busy for conversation and Harry can't concentrate on more than one thing at a time." He led David to a leather armchair opposite the sofa and sat down in it with a sigh. "A grandstand view. Sit down, Susie, there's a good girl." He patted the arm. David remained standing he was distraught. "I don't want to watch. It's horrible. Why don't you stop them? You could. It's your place. Stop them, please." Mike looked at the distressed young girl with a surprised expression. "Stop them? I've had a very busy lunch hour entertaining customers. If my customers want to entertain me, I'm not going to stop them. You don't have to watch, Susie. You can shut your eyes and I'll distract your thoughts." He took David by the waist, turned him round and pulled him on to his lap. "That's better," he said. "Let me get up," said David struggling, but Mike pinned his arms to his sides. "That's it, Susie, wriggle your lovely bum against my cock. I can't remember when I last had something so pretty on my lap." To his horror David could feel Mike's penis lengthening and swelling under him. In desperation he said, "I'm not a girl, I'm not Susie." Mike laughed. "I know all about you, Susie. If you think this makes a difference," he pulled up David's mini skirt and grabbed David's penis, "you're wrong. As far as I'm concerned it adds to your girlish charms, especially this one, his hand thrust lower between David's thighs and his forefinger pressed against David's anus through the lace panties. "I'll bet you've got a lovely pussy." He took his hand away and sighed. "It's too much for me." Then he rapidly unzipped David's mini skirt, lifted the boy up with the arm that held him and with the other pushed the skirt up round his waist. Then David felt the man fumbling underneath him, finally he pulled David's panties down to the tops of his thighs. Then slowly he let the boy down again, and David felt the man's hot hard penis under his bottom extending between the cheeks. Mike sighed again, this time with evident pleasure. In a panic, David cried, "Mr Adamson, help me. Please stop him." He saw that Mr Adamson was now sitting astride the arm of the sofa, Alice was kneeling in front of him, furiously sucking his penis, stroking it and playing with his balls while he was bent forward twisting her nipples. He looked up and saw David helpless in Mike's grip, the mini skirt around his waist, the panties a strip of taut material across the tops of his thighs which Mike had forced apart by hooking his feet around David's legs. He saw the boy's penis and, protruding between the cheeks of his bare bottom, the head of Mike's large penis. He saw too how Mike had unbuttoned the silk blouse and was plundering the pert breasts. He saw too the beautiful, terrified girlish face, the helplessness, the tear-filled eyes appealing to him to for rescue. It was too much and with a cry he came in Alice's tender sucking mouth and she moaned in pleasure as her mouth flooded with his sperm. "End of act one, I think, Susie," said Mike coolly, and pinched David's nipple between finger and thumb. The boy squealed in pain. Alice turned towards him still on her knees, which were spread. One hand was now under her dress working away between her thighs, the other was on her breasts large and white against the frame of her open dress. she was frantically caressing her nipples. Her face was wild, her eyes had a crazed look as she looked at David. Her mouth was slightly open and semen flecked her lips and drooled out of the corners. The sight of the helpless boy girl on Mike's lap prompted a cry of lust from her and she sprang at him. Her hand tugged at his hair pulling his head back, two fingers pinched his nose, he felt her hot swollen lips against his as his mouth was forced open and then it was filled with a strange salty, metallic tasting fluid which he realised was Harry's semen. He he felt her cry out against his mouth as her tongue thrust into him, and he felt her body shudder and groan as she began to come.Then he fainted. To be Continued.