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Boxed In
I took woodshop in high school, but I never considered myself to be
anything other than an amateur carpenter. Still, I quickly volunteered
when my boss, Mr. Peters, asked me to take a day off with pay and build a
big box for him. It was a special project, and a day at home doing a
simple construction job sounded much better than putting on a tie and
going to work.
I had to build a simple box. It would measure 40" wide by 30" high and
20" deep. The only complicated part of the entire project was that the
side door had to be hinged and lockable, plus it had to be on large
rolling casters. And it needed a whole cut into one side--which was odd. I
recall thinking that it looked like a portable glory hole, with a hole
built at a perfect place for some guy to stick his cock into it.
Of course, that was crazy, so I went back to work. The whole thing only
took a few hours to complete, but I took my time. Mr. Peters said I'd
have the whole day off and I intended to take advantage of the offer.
Plus, I hoped that if I did a good job he might pay me to do other
projects for him in the future.
Sadly, I had no idea how right I was on this account.
There was a knock on my door at 3pm. It was Mr. Peters. He seemed very
anxious to see the box. We went to the garage while he inspected my work.
He was pleased and almost seemed to get excited as he ran his fingers
along the edges. He seemed lost in some private sexual fantasy and it
made me very uncomfortable, particularly when he suddenly turned to me
and told me to get into the box and lock myself inside.
I stammered something of a refusal while Mr. Peters reached into his
breast pocket and pulled out some carefully folded computer printouts.
"You see, Mike," he said with ice in his voice, "the company is very
serious about the security of our computer systems. We watch internet and
email use, track downloads and even monitor chat sessions for some
employees."
I gulped. A predatory smile grew on Mr. Peters' face. We both knew that I
was busted.
I must confess that a few weeks ago I ran across an online ad from a
submissive sissy who said that he was looking for "a few men to service
on a regular basis." He said that he felt the need to get on his knees
and suck cock from time to time, and he just needed to meet a man who
would help him with his urges. I was rock hard thinking about having a
hot wet mouth to satisfy me whenever I got an urge, so I responded to the
ad. "I'll come over right now," I wrote. "Just tell me where."
The response was almost immediate. It was an address at an apartment
complex about a mile away. "Door's unlocked, red tape on the handle so
that you know you're in the right place. Come in and use me. It will be
my pleasure to be used for your pleasure."
I suddenly developed an upset stomach and emailed Mr. Peters saying that
I needed to go home sick. It didn't take ten minutes before I was turning
the doorknob with the red tape on it. The entryway was dark, but I could
see the flicker of a TV set in the bedroom. I also heard the telltale
moans of a porn DVD playing.
There was a figure hiding underneath the blankets and a muffled voice
told me to stick my cock under the blankets. I lowered my pants and was
immediately rewarded by the feel of an insistent tongue licking me to
hardness. Two lips engulfed me and started sliding up and down my shaft.
It wasn't the best blowjob of my life, but it had been a while since I'd
had anybody go down on me, so I was in heaven.
It only took a few minutes before I grabbed the figure still hidden under
the blankets. I forced my cock down as far as it would go and ignored the
muffled gagging noises as I held the head firmly on my cock and filled
his mouth with a few days worth of my cum. It was bliss and I resolved
then and there to make this a regular occurrence.
Throwing back the blankets revealed a skinny kid wearing some kind of a
nightgown and fishnet stockings. He had mascara running down his face,
and a lot of my cum was dribbling down his chin. He tried to dive under
the covers but I was too quick. I had my cell phone out and I took a
picture of his frightened face.
I chuckled as he covered up and tried to hide. Feeling like the cock of
the walk, I went to the phone on the wall and called my cell. I heard his
quivering voice from behind the doorway. "What are you doing?" he asked.
"Just getting your phone number," I replied.
His cell was sitting on the counter and it was pretty easy to get that
number, as well as to find out that his name was Steven. Opening his
contact list I found info about his work and parents home. I added my
number to his contact list under the name of "Master's Cock." I opened up
the photo application and took a picture of my cock and saved it to his
phone.
"Just go, man," he pleaded. "Now, Steven," I teased, "That's no way to
talk to the man who will be feeding you on daily basis from now on."
"No, man, it was just this once. I blew you, just go."
"If I go," I countered, "I'm gonna send this picture to your work. I may
even call your mother and tell her what a great cocksucker she has for a
son."
"You can't!" he pleaded.
"I can, but I won't if you promise to take care of me whenever I get
horny. I'll text you and I expect you to be home and on your knees with
your mouth open and waiting for me."
I realized that I was rock hard once again, so I suddenly made my voice
hard and told him to crawl toward me and suck me off again. He moaned
something, but sunk to his knees and crawled forward. I grabbed him by
the hair and forced my cock down his throat. I face fucked him as I
explained his new role in life.
"I'll be here every day at lunch. I'll feed you your lunch from now on. I
may stop by after work, or even in the middle of the night. No matter
when, you will crawl over to me and suck my cock or else this picture
goes out to your coworkers and family." I had my phone out and snapped a
picture of Steven mouth filled with my cock. I kept taking pictures while
I continued.
"Just to make sure that we feed your urges, I'll even help you find some
more men to service. You're gonna get lots of practice from now on, sissy
boy. I hope your knees can hold out."
That was it. I shot my second load down his throat. It was even better
that the first time. Steven was crying as he slumped to the ground. I
pulled up my pants and told him "See you tomorrow" as I left.
I didn't know if I was really serious about that, but I couldn't get
Steven out of my mind for the rest of the night. I spent the evening
checking out porn on the internet and masturbating. Then it hit me that I
didn't need to jerk myself off as I could force Steven to suck me off. I
dialed his number and was rewarded by a tiny voice that just said
"please."
"Shut up, sissy," I boomed. I'm hard and coming over to train you some
more."
"I can't," he said.
"You can, or else. I'll be there in ten minutes. I expect you on your
knees by the front door. Make sure it's unlocked and you're waiting for
me with your mouth open. I may stop and get some beer, so we have
something to wash your mouth out with, but you stay on your knees waiting
for me or I send out the pictures tonight."
I hung up before he could say anything. I got some beer at a gas station,
and then, on a whim, I went to an adult video store. I was just going to
get some condoms, but then I saw a butt plug hanging on the wall. I also
picked up some lube, a big black dildo, some pink fuzzy handcuffs, a ball
gag, blindfold and a pair of panties that had "Slut" spelled out across
the back in silver sequins.
The cashier smirked as he rang up my purchases. "Big night," he asked
already knowing the answer. I chuckled the affirmative as I handed over
my credit card. We exchanged a look and he told me in confidence, "Well,
if it doesn't work out, feel free to come back after midnight. There are
usually a few girls back in the booths."
I told him that I'd keep that in mind.
I was at Steven's house a few minutes later. Honestly, I was a bit
surprised to find that he was following my instructions. His eyes were
puffy and I could see the tear streaks on his face, but he was on his
knees with his mouth open.
"Good girl," I told him. "Now get to work."
For the third time in the day I found my cock engulfed by a hot mouth
trying to coax out my seed. It took a while. I'm not as young as I used
to be, plus I cracked a beer when I drove up to Steven's apartment. I
decided to sit down, and I practically dragged the poor kid by the head
as I moved over to the couch. He never broke contact with my cock.
It took a few minutes, but I came. This time I painted his face with my
cum. I told him to lick his lips while I took more cell phone pictures.
He tensed up every time he heard the shutter sound click. I just laughed
and resolved to take more pictures.
I held his hair with one hand while I scooped up the wet cum and finger-
fed him. Steven slurped obediently on my fingers while we talked. I found
out that his female name was Stephanie and that he'd been crossdressing
for several years but had only been with a few guys. I told him that
would change and he started crying again. "I know," he sobbed. "I'm
sorry."
I made him get up and show me all of his girly clothes. It was mostly
panties and lingerie but he had a dress, a wig and some heels. I then
checked out his stash of porn DVDs and looked up his history on his
computer. He had a couple of dating site accounts, but it didn't look
like he'd ever made contact with anybody from those sites. That was going
to change as well.
I told Steven to bring me my bag. Without being told to do so, he crawled
over to the couch and returned with it in his mouth. "Good girl," I
thought. This is going to be easy. I unwrapped the butt plug and the
lube. I didn't say a word. Steven just put it inside of him, wincing a
bit as it went in. The same held true for the gag and blindfold. I locked
the handcuffs behind his back and led him to the bathroom. I was careful
not to hurt him as I put him in the tub. Then I unzipped my fly and
pissed all over him. I'd been drinking beer the whole time, so there was
plenty to cover him from head to toe, although I spent more time aiming
for his head.
I told him to stay put and then went into the living room and laid down
on the couch. I fell asleep with one of his DVDs playing on the TV.
I woke up the next morning and staggered to the bathroom. The room
reeked, but Steven was still sleeping in the tub. It didn't look
comfortable at all. I decided that I didn't care. I left him there and
decided to go shopping.
I grabbed his keys from the hook by the door. My first stop was the
hardware store where I made copies of the keys to his front door, car and
a storage shed down by his parking space. I also purchased some pulleys
and rope, some zip ties and a short length of chain.
Then I went to Wal-Mart where I bought some more beer and then moved to
the makeup department. I basically bought one of everything--lipstick,
nail polish, mascara, eye shadow, foundation, plus tweezers and some
sponges and brushes. I grabbed a bottle of Nair from the next aisle as
well as some shaving cream and razors.
I wasn't sure about Stephanie's size, so I bought a stretchy dress that
looked like it would fit her and some cheap jewelry. It was a little
embarrassing checking out, but they have the self-scan registers so I
just kept my head down and paid for my purchases.
Back to the apartment. Steven was awake and wandering in the kitchen. He
immediately dropped to his knees when he heard the keys jingle in the
door. "Honey, I'm home," I called out. "And I went shopping."
Poor kid looked (and smelt) like hell. I unlocked him and sent him to the
bathroom to clean up. I gave him the Nair and the razors and told him to
make sure that he was hairless from the neck down. He was pink and
hairless when he emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later. My cock
twitched in appreciation, but I decided to hold off for a bit.
I called him over and had him kneel while I painted his finger and
toenails. I had him sit still and let them dry while I made myself
something to eat. There wasn't anything in his cupboards so I ordered a
pizza. His eyes went wide with fear when I said "delivery," and I knew
that the pizza guy was going to get a great tip in just 30 minutes or
less.
I sent Steven to the bathroom to put on the makeup and the dress.
Stephanie emerged a few minutes later and I haven't seen Steven since.
She jumped when the doorbell rang. I handed her some cash and told her to
get the pizza while I stepped out of sight.
The pizza kid's eyes almost popped out of his sockets when he saw
Stephanie, who couldn't even raise her head while she handed him the
money. It was perfect watching these two embarrassed kids, so I called
out "make sure you give him a good tip." She handed him a few bills.
"That's not what I meant, young lady, and you know it." I could barely
hear her whisper as Stephanie asked the kid if he wanted a blowjob.
What high school kid doesn't want a blowjob? Even if it is from some
crossdresser, getting your cock sucked is always good. I left them alone
while Stephanie bobbed up and down while the pizza delivery kid held on
to the door for support. It didn't take long before he tensed and blew
his load. He was grinning from ear to ear when told Stephanie to call him
anytime she got hungry. "I work Wednesday through Sunday, but I'll make a
special delivery for you anytime." He jotted down a phone number on the
pizza box and left, calling out "thanks man, whoever you are" to me as he
closed the door.
I was on Stephanie before she could get up off her knees. I pushed her
forward, hitched up her dress and popped out her butt plug. I slammed
into her ass with a cock that was already leaking pre cum. I was going to
use a condom and lube on her, but I was too filled with lust. I slammed
into her with an animal passion and it only took a few strokes before I
filled her with cum.
I was zipping up when I heard Stephanie say, "thank you, daddy" and then
she crawled over to the butt plug and replaced it, trapping my cum inside
of her.
That merited a reward, so I sat to eat my pizza. Stephanie knelt at my
feet while I fed her an occasional pepperoni. I quizzed her about her
history as a sissy. Turns out that she didn't have much experience, but
she did have a lot of fantasies which came pouring out of her. I kept
silent while she spoke of being trained to spend long stretches in tight
bondage. She told me of her fantasy of being given to a pimp who would
make her work the streets. She was saving up for a chastity device that
would lock away her boy parts, at least until it was time to cut them
off. She was very interested in female hormones and had a minor spasm
when she told me about her fantasy of being injected with hormones while
she was being injected with cock at both ends.
She talked about tattoos, piercings and brandings. She wanted to start a
sissy-slut website where men could log on and watch her being fucked by
anonymous men 24/7. She got quiet when she suggested that sometimes the
men might ever bring their dogs to breed her.
"Holy shit," I said, thinking that I'd just wanted somebody to suck my
cock and had found this jackpot instead. "Sweetie, if that's what you
really want, I will do my best to make it all come true." I was hard once
again and Stephanie unzipped me without being instructed and started to
suck me.
Unfortunately, Mr. Happy was too tired to party this time around (that's
a lot for a middle-aged guy to handle). Stephanie did her best to coax me
to a climax, but I was too spent. So we did the next best thing. We
posted an ad on one of her dating sites.
I made Stephanie compose the ad. She didn't need any help from me as her
fantasies were flowing freely by this time. The ad read "Submissive Sissy
Being Trained to Become a Full Blown Slut. I'm new to this, but Master
wants me to suck several cocks each and every day until I'm the best
cocksucker in the city. With Master's permission, you can flip me over
and use me any way that you like. Bring your friends over and make me
service everyone. When you're done, tie me up and leave me with your cum
on my face and in my belly, dreaming about the next group to stop by and
use me. Do you like pictures? Take some with me being stuffed by your
cocks or covered with your cum. A submissive sissy has no limits, so you
tell me what you want to do to me and I'll get on my knees and we'll do
it."
Stephanie looked up and said that she had an idea for a picture. She had
me write her cell phone number across her forehead. I took her pic and we
posted the ad.
She started getting calls within fifteen minutes. At first it was a
trickle, but the phone quickly started ringing non-stop. "Yes, this was
for real," I said. "Yes, Stephanie was on her knees right now and
waiting." I would be there to make sure that she was safe, but other than
that, the guys just had to stop by and shove their cocks in her mouth.
She would take care of the rest.
All this was true by early afternoon. I would space the guys out so that
Stephanie wasn't getting overwhelmed, but she basically stayed on her
knees all afternoon and sucked off five or six guys an hour for the
entire afternoon. Most of them just wanted to stop by and blow their
loads, but I had two guys who wanted more.
The first was my friend from the adult video store. He grinned when he
saw me and said "Dude, you should let me put her to work in the booths."
I told him to talk to me after he'd fucked her. "Got to make sure that
she's up to the job," I laughed.
Five minutes later he came back and told me that she would do. But he had
a few suggestions first. He dialed a number and stepped out onto the
porch to talk to Tyrone. One hour later a well-built black guy walked
into the apartment to "check out the new ho."
Tyrone took Stephanie into the bedroom and quickly taught her to moan
like a whore in ecstasy. He came out stark naked and I had a hard time
not staring at his cock. Not to be too stereotypical, but it was huge. I
shuddered thinking about what it would take to service a guy that big.
"Not bad," he said. "How much you want for her?" I said that she wasn't
for sale, but she could certainly be loaned out to be trained by a strict
pimp. "Training costs money," Tyrone said. "I'm a businessman. I need to
recoup my investment." Just then, Stephanie stepped out of the bedroom.
She had the ecstatic look of a well-fucked woman. I surmised that after
Tyrone, my cock wasn't going to cut it. So I made a deal.
"You take her," I said. "Chop off her dick. Cover her in tattoos; make
her fuck fifty guys a day. Turn her into a porn star. Keep her in bondage
24/7. I think she's even interested in doing dogs or something. She's
yours, but I get to visit her whenever I want for free and I want a
finder's fee."
Tyrone took a moment before pulling a roll of bills out of his pants. He
handed me $1,000 and said, "Done. When you want her, call the video store
and we'll send her over." Then he grabbed Stephanie by the arm and
dragged her naked out of the apartment. I followed to the top of the
stairs and watched as he pushed her into the trunk of his car, much to
the embarrassment of some of the neighbors.
Before she slid out of view, Stephanie blew me a kiss and mouthed "thank
you."
That was the last time I saw her. Oh, I felt her often enough. I'd stop
by the video store two or three times a day and be escorted back to a
booth where an anonymous sissy slut would gobble my cock through one of
the holes in the wall. Her cocksucking skills were quickly improving, and
it wasn't long before I'd email Tyrone first thing at work every morning.
I'd pop in for a lunchtime quickie. No sooner would I get back to work
than I'd send a message requesting Stephanie for after the workday ended.
I started searching online sites, hoping to find Stephanie II. It was to
no avail. She was a one in a million find; even though I was obsessed
with the idea that lightening might strike twice. I expanded my search
parameters and started looking at submissive sissy web sites, thinking
that I'd be willing to fly someone in from across the country if that's
what it took to find another true sissy sub. Foolishly, I did much of
this while at work.
Then the news broke that the police had busted a prostitution ring. If I
hadn't known better, I wouldn't have known that Stephanie had been a man
when I saw the news footage of her being arrested on the nightly news.
She had been given hair extensions, permanent makeup tattoos and
apparently some DD breast implants. He'd been dancing at a strip club by
day and working the streets by night. It was everything that she'd ever
fantasized about and the news reports teased that many of the girls
caught up in the prostitution ring were actually "men who'd been
forcibility transformed and even had their genitals mutilated." The news
reporter was shocked by the though of a crossdresser prostitute locked
into a glory hole for upwards of fifteen hours a day. It was shocking
stuff to most people, but the report just made me horny. I redoubled my
efforts looking for new sissy subs online. I should have noticed that
something about the news reports was troubling to Mr. Peters. I missed
the warning signs, which led me to the special project of building the
box--that special sissy box that has now become my home nearly twenty
hours of every day.
You might have guessed by now that Steven Peters was my boss' wayward
son. By the time the prostitution ring was broken up, it was too late to
bring Steven back. He was now Stephanie, both body and soul. Tyrone had
her castrated and had given her surgeries that gave her a more feminine
face and those big titties. She'd also had ribs removed to help her get
down to an impressive hourglass waistline. By the time I saw her again,
he was a wet dream slut come to life and it was everything I could do to
hide my excitement at her image while outwardly professing how shocked I
was by all of this to my coworkers.
But not shocked enough to hide my online history from my boss. He found
my emails to the video store and eventually my text messages to Tyrone
setting up my daily rendezvous with Stephanie. Then he caught my web
history, including one post where I said that I'd already turned one
sissy boy into a full-fledged sissy slut. I even posted a link to the
news story about Stephanie. He had proof of all of this in those folded
up computer printouts.
Back to the box. Mr. Peters was nonchalant as he explained that
"Stephanie was back home and living life full time as a woman." Granted,
It was too late to go back to Steven, and she did seem to be happier now,
but even so Mr. Peters swore vengeance on "whoever did this to his little
boy, er, girl."
That turned out to be me.
"What are you going to do to me?" I asked.
"Everything you did to Stephanie, and then some. Get your sissy ass in
that box or else I call the police and your life is over. I have enough
evidence here to put you away for the rest of your life," he spat as he
threw the papers at me.
"Prison sounds better than what you have in mind," I countered.
"Maybe. Maybe not," he replied. "If you get in this box, I'm gonna ship
you overseas where you'll be physically transformed into a sissy that
will make Stephanie look like some butch dyke. I've got a lot of money to
make this come true, including money for psychologists that will
hypnotize you into becoming a complete whore for some Sultan's camels and
dogs. You'll spend the rest of your days on your knees being raped by men
and animals, and you'll love every minute of it."
Then he pulled out a gun and I knew I had no choice but to get inside the
box.
"Come on in, honey" he called out and I heard the telltale clicks of
Stephanie's high heels as she entered the garage. She learned forward and
gave me an amazing French kiss. "Thank you, sweetie," she said before
pushing me into the box. "I just know that you'll love being a sissy as
much as I do."
She put a snorkel into my mouth and then proceeded to fill the box with
insulation foam that quickly hardened around me, leaving me unable to
move a muscle. The side was closed and I was trapped immobile in the
confines of my box. I would have surely suffocated except that my mouth
was trapped up against the hole in the front of the box. That hole was my
lifeline. Of course it was also a convenient portal for anybody who
wanted to shove their cocks into the immobile mouth of a soon-to-be-sissy
slut.
That was now me. Mr. Peters fucked my mouth once, filling me with his cum
before calling the movers to come pick me up and take me to the docks. I
had a ship to catch, where some sultan from Abu Dhabi had purchased me to
be the centerpiece of his "hall of perversion." The last thing I heard
was Mr. Peters laughing as he said, "Everything you did to Stephanie,
it's nothing compared to what we have planned for you."
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