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"B... but I don't want to be here," Danny said, distress making his voice
high and his tone desperate. He pushed back his collar length hair,
trying to make it stay behind his ears.
One of the cute girls who had grabbed him and hustled him into the back
of a van said, "Well, it's not like you have any choice, now is it. This
is what you get for being such an annoying jerk."
He protested, "Y... you kidnapped me."
"Something like that," said another of them. He recognized every one,
all of them being from the cheerleading squad, and all targets for his
secret lust. "And now you're in this motel room, outnumbered and with no
way home, so you had better cooperate. Unless you'd rather we leave you
in a bad part of town, naked on a street corner."
His soft blue eyes went wide. "Noooo. I... I'll do anything you say."
"That's more like it. Now get undressed."
"You just said I wasn't going to be naked."
"No, we said we weren't going to dump you someplace like Hooker Alley,
downtown, while you were bare-assed. But we might change our minds if
you don't get out of your black T-shirt and those tight jeans -- right
now."
"In front of all of you?"
"Oh, we'll all leave the room."
"Th... thank you."
"I was making a joke, stupid. We want to see what a strutting arrogant
guy like you thinks he has to be so proud about."
"A guy who spreads nasty rumors about innocent girls like us. And who
sneaks pictures of us with his cell phone."
"I didn't t... take any pictures," he protested weakly.
His phone was held up in front of him. He slapped his pants pocket,
where it usually was. The girl with his phone turned it on and displayed
several of his shots of girls bottoms, taken as he strolled behind them,
and others that caught their breasts in profile, taken while he was
seated and they were walking by.
He wanted to say more but the threats they had made and the impatient
looks the were giving him made him give in. Danny reluctantly pulled up
his shirt, baring his pale narrow chest. Someone laughed about the fact
that he had no hair there. Another one admired how pink his nipples
were. He blushed and they thought that was funny. But they didn't
relent in their demands. He had to take off his stylish running shoes
and his socks and then... oh no... undo his jeans, lower the fly, and
pull them down his legs, which were as free of hair as his chest. He
stood there in just his low-cut, brand name, jockey shorts.
One of the girls said, "I like your Kelvin Klings. But the models in
their ads always have noticeable bulges in the crotches. You've got just
about nothing."
He hugged himself and said, "It just looks that way because I'm... I've
been... you've got me so..."
"No problem. Just yank them down and I'm sure you'll recover from you
LITTLE problem."
With the girls in a semicircle between him and the room's only door, he
had no choice. He hesitantly began lowering his last piece of clothing.
He avoided looking into the amused eyes that watched him. There were
whistles and catcalls, like he was used to giving girls on the street.
Danny stood there, a study in shame, while they pointed and laughed at
his immature genitals and scarcity of pubic hair.
He pleaded, "Let me cover up. Please."
Someone tossed something at him, a filmy bit of material. He caught it
reflexively and gasped when he realized that it was a pair of pink bikini
panties. To his horror they had the word SWEET written across the seat
in swirling red letters. One of the girls told him he could wear those
or nothing at all. His lower lip quivered as he unhappily stepped into
the tiny bit of lingerie and pulled it up his slender legs. Everyone
could see through them. His bottom was visible. The only place they
were opaque was in the crotch. They were also snug there. His boy parts
were small enough that they were pulled up and nearly flattened.
"Looks like he's got nothing but a pussy mound down there. I'll bet some
guys would really be turned on by a sissy like Danny."
"Yeah, but with the way he looks now... and the way we're going to make
him look... he shouldn't have a guy's name like that. We ought to call
him..."
"Danette? Danielle?"
"How about Danita?"
There was loud approval. Someone ordered him to introduce himself to the
group by his new name.
Standing there in just those panties, his defining claim to manhood
previously revealed to be unimpressive and now hidden away, he said in a
small whispery voice, "Hello. My name is Danita."
"Oh, Danita, your panties are so pretty. Do you like them?"
He wanted to say no, but had lost his nerve. So he told them, keeping
his voice that way, "Yes, I love my panties so much. Thank you for
giving them to me."
"Would you like some more lovely things to wear?"
His mouth fell open. He didn't want to get them mad at him by saying no.
But he didn't want to put on more girly items, either. Danny blinked
nervously and wrung his hands. Someone noted out loud how small his
hands were. Not at all like a man's. He self-consciously put them
behind his back. That made him feel more vulnerable. He swung them back
around to the front and, without thinking, brought them up to cover his
nipples, like a girl hiding her breasts. When he saw what he had done,
he threw his arms out to the sides.
"Nice pose," someone said with a chuckle. "But you should let your
wrists go limp. NOW."
He did it and a ripple of laughter ran through the group. They also made
him cock his hips to the side and pucker his lips. They openly took cell
phone pictures. He was so startled that he didn't react before half a
dozen cameras had been used. Someone told him not to be so shy, because
they had already gotten plenty of shots of him, before he undressed,
while he was nude, and then in his panties, without being obvious about
it.
He whimpered, "But that's unfair. I didn't know you were taking them."
His own phone was shown to him again, reminding Danny that they had
simply acted the way he had. He clasped his hands pleadingly. Ignoring
that, and just to make sure their point was understood, they captured
several more images of him, even having him turn sideways and stick his
bottom out. And suck on his index finger. There were also pictures
taken with his phone, which made him feel more powerless than ever.
"If we send pictures of you acting all sissy-style, and they're from YOUR
phone, whoever gets them will assume that they're from YOU. That'd be
awfully hard to deny. Wouldn't it?"
He lowered his eyes and said, "Yes. Yes, Ma'am."
"So, I'll repeat the question. Danita, are you ready to model some more
yummy fashions for all of us?"
Danny stood there squirming uncomfortably but said, "Yes, I'm ready."
He was handed a pair of stockings. They told him to sit down to make it
easier to get them up his legs. With a few more helpful hints, he soon
had them on. They were elastic-topped and stayed up by themselves. He
had to sashay around the room while girls sat on the couch and two
chairs, clapping and hooting, as if he was an exotic dancer. Danny
couldn't believe how demeaning it was. Still, he didn't associate what
was happening to him with what he had done to others or feel remorse.
The women got him into a belly shirt, a bright yellow one with a cartoon
bunny on the front.
"Now let's make his pretty face even prettier."
Sitting on the lap of one girl, he was made to keep his hands on his
knees as two others used cosmetics on his face. They went heavy on his
eyes, used just a touch of rouge on his cheeks, and outlined his mouth,
colored it bright purple, and covered that with shiny lip gloss. When he
was shown himself in a mirror he nearly fainted. He looked like... a
girl. A slutty one. Even so, he was told he wasn't done yet. They
stood him up and went back to work, this time with a brush and hair
products. Soon his locks were styled into a feminine hair-do, parted in
the middle, very full, with long bangs. He felt like he was going to
have a breakdown.
"What's the matter, Danita? Are you feeling sorry for all the evil
stunts you pulled?"
"I... guess so. I mean, yes, Ma'am."
"Good. That will make your apologies more sincere."
He began, "I'm really sorry, to all of you, for..."
"No, no, you silly thing. You're not going to apologize to US. You have
to make amends to everyone who was on that hidden camera you installed in
the boys' locker room."
"Th... the football team? That live feed I sent out? To that site?"
"Correct. The LOOKING AT BOYS site. I don't think the quarterback and
fullback and tackles and linemen were amused that you let them be seen by
a gay audience. Not while they were changing and showering. But I'm
SURE you can explain why you did it."
"I just... thought it would be... funny."
"Well there you go. Problem solved."
"So you'll tell them for me?"
"Not necessary. You can tell them yourself. They'll be here any minute.
We already called them."
Danny put his hands on the sides of his face and stood there looking like
he'd just gotten the worst news possible. Which was pretty much what had
happened.
He was trying to find words when there was a hard knock on the door. "Do
you have that bastard in there?" an angry voice wanted to know.
"Come on in, fellas. He's eager to see you. And talk to you. And to
try to make it up to you."
The door flew inward and a half dozen tall athletic guys stormed through.
They glanced around and wanted to know where Danny was. The girls
laughed and showed them pictures on one of their phones, of the bad boy's
transformation. The young men all looked at him, cowering in his
feminine garb, and saw that it really WAS the target of their wrath.
They went to him and formed an unbreakable ring of hard bodies. Danny
could only stand there wearing an expression of terror.
The quarterback said, "So you like looking at us while we're in the
locker room, sissy boy. And putting it on the web for your queer
boyfriends. Maybe you'll feel different after we pound on you for about
a half hour."
One of the girls said, "That's something we'd like to see, too. But it'd
be over in thirty minutes. And he'd recover in a week. Or two. There's
something else you could do that would ruin him in the school and
guarantee that he'd never have any of the girls want to date him.
Because he actually DOESN'T like guys. Danny was just being a complete
ass when he planted those cameras. So we made him look like a faggot
with the idea that if you would treat him like one, and we recorded it,
and it accidently-on-purpose got sent to the right people, and shared a
lot, well..."
The fullback wanted to know, "You wouldn't show our faces, would you?"
"No, only Danny's. Or, as we call him now, Danita. Our focus would be
on his face and especially his mouth, if you know what I mean."
Grinning nastily, the fullback said, "Oh, yeah. I know exactly what you
mean. And I like it."
There was agreement from most of the others. One towering lineman, a
hulking monster of a guy, had a question.
"But if we make him suck our cocks, doesn't that make US gay?"
"No," said one of the linemen, a handsome swarthy bruiser. "It'll only
make HIM gay. In the worst possible way. Even gay guys who are into
music and theater and crap like that will look down on the kind of fag
who only wants to suck cocks."
Another guy looked right at Danny and said, "Especially if he talks real
fruity when he begs for them and says how much he loves the big ones."
Danny was stunned. The guys had a brief discussion and the result was
that all six of them were ready to play out the scene the girls had
envisioned. Camera phones were gotten ready. There was mention of
posting the results on the same site Danny had used. And putting his e-
mail address there. And requiring him to answer every inquiry he
received, staying in character as a cock-craving fairy. Someone produced
a video camera and recorded Danny, as an off-screen voice announced it
was time for his feeding and that he should get down on his knees. They
stopped recording and warned him that if he didn't play the part and do a
perfect job, he was still going to get that beating, with many more to
follow in the coming weeks and months. They resumed recording him and he
smiled as he got down on the carpet and looked up at the person aiming
the camera at him.
Licking his lips, Danny purred, "I hope you guys are ready because..."
He saw how they all had their fists balled up, ready to use them on him.
"... because I'm soooo hungry for cock."
The fists relaxed and one of the girls unzipped the first guy, unfastened
his jeans, and freed his impressively large member. She gave him a
soulful kiss and stroked his tool, bringing up to its full alarming
dimensions. Danny nearly went cross-eyed as the stud moved forward and
that weapon was aimed right at his face. He reached up uncertainly and
caught a glimpse of a fist being brandished again. At once Danny put his
full attention on the rampant organ before him. He stroked it tenderly
and licked his lips. Feeling sick to his stomach, he stuck out his
tongue and ran it up the underside of the warm length of meat. The guy
took a deep breath and let it out slowly. The action was being captured
from several angles. Danny swallowed his pride and then did the same to
the fat knob of that cock that was so much larger than his own.
He began to suck on it and swirl his tongue around the wide corona. Its
owner pushed his hips forward, forcing another two inches into Danny's
mouth, making it feel overly full. The feminized subject pulled his head
back and then moved it forward. He set up a bobbing motion that produced
approving sounds from overhead. Danny gripped the guy's thighs for more
control and tried not to think about what he was doing, even thought he
HAD to think about it to make sure he did the superior job that was
expected of him. He thought about what he would want to have done to
himself if he was standing and a girl was kneeling before him.
Danny freed the wet rod and flicked at it with his tongue. He kissed it,
working his way from tip to base. He nuzzled his cheek against it and
then took in as much as he could, feeling it enter his throat. Praying
that he wouldn't gag and get himself into trouble, he swallowed more and
more until a pair of heavy balls was resting on his chin. Someone
commented that he was a natural sissy cocksucker. He cringed mentally at
hearing that and knowing he would be perceived that way from then on.
But anything was better than getting smacked around all the time. So he
performed like a proper sissy for the next ten minutes before making the
grunting young man empty his balls.
"Gulp it all down like a good girl, Danita," a male voice told him.
He tried to but some leaked out of the corners of his mouth and ran down
to his chin. It was humiliating but he kept sucking, making sure to
drain every salty drop. The taste made him queasy. He felt it sliding
down his clenching throat. At last the guy pulled out. There was
another one standing directly behind him, his thick tool exposed and
hard. Danny sighed and opened wide to take it. His mind raced as he
tried to think up endless variations on the basic blowjob. And there
were four more team members after this one.
THREE MONTHS LATER
Danny said he was sleeping over at a buddy's house again, like he had
been doing every weekend. As soon as he got to where he was really
going, which was an apartment being loaned to the football team by a
lineman's older brother, the victim had to make himself convincingly
girly, while still making it obvious that he was really a guy. This time
he put on a filmy baby doll nightie with matching panties. The lingerie
was see-through, so his undersized dick was impossible to miss. He was
doing his own make-up by then, and fixing his hair, which he was no
longer permitted to get cut, except when it needed a bit of trimming to
make it easier to style. The results were exactly what his tormentors
wanted. He looked like a total sissy.
He also acted like one, which had become second nature to him. Tonight
they were providing some sex toys and he was going to put on a show for a
select audience of about two dozen watchers. There were vibrators and
dildos and several butt plugs. The finale would be him walking around
the room so everyone could handle him and, if they wished, require any
type of service. He hated being touched, especially by males, but had no
alternative. What worried him most was that it was becoming more and
more difficult to leave his new persona behind. Everyone in school
believed he was was some sort of raving sex addict with an perpetually
unsatisfied desire for more guys. While he was still giving head, more
than ever before, he was also licking balls and orally pleasuring asses.
As he was getting ready to put on his show, the head cheerleader and the
quarterback were discussing him in another room. They agreed that their
success had gone well beyond their greatest hopes.
"We're turning him into a total sissy," she said.
"Yeah, and he gives amazing BJs. Licks balls and kisses ass."
"And I think he's afraid to try going back to girls. I mean, we've
taunted him about his tiny dick so much."
"Right. You've been merciless." He laughed. "And I've encouraged the
guys to keep pointing out how much bigger than him all of us are, in the
dong department."
"So how far do we want to take him?" she wanted to know.
"I'm thinking that we should make this permanent, except I want him to
always hate doing it. You know, to be an unwilling sissy cocksucker..."
"... but addicted to it. Like it's the only way for him to have any kind
of sex life at all."
"Well, he certainly can't get off on wanking. Everybody's made it clear
that he's allowed to play with his little thing, as much as he wants to,
but he can never make himself finish."
They both laughed at that. They often made him perform that way for
amused audiences, jerking off while he went down on guys, or just playing
with himself solo. But never -- EVER -- spurting.
"Sounds like a plan," said the quarterback. "We keep him in sissy hell.
There's just one more thing."
When he didn't go on, the cheerleader said, "I guess a lot of guys have
been noticing his cute ass. We've been giving him stuff to wear that
shows it off." She chuckled mischievously.
"Really," he said. "And the way you trained him to wiggle it."
"Plus, he's sort of gone beyond what we taught him. You know, because
now his whole life revolves around his sissy role. So for him, I think,
being noticed and desired -- and used -- is the best he can hope for.
Even if he doesn't really want the kind of attention he's getting."
"Whoa. You sound like my psychology instructor. But yeah, that's the
way it looks. He's begging for something that he doesn't actually hope
to get. In fact, what could come next is probably the last thing he
wants, you know, getting his ass raped."
"But it would be the perfect way to turn him into a complete sissy with
no way to go back to being a regular guy. I mean, how could he even look
a girl in the eye after his butt has been taken?"
"Especially if he gets it over and over."
"And starts to like it. You know, because it's the one thing he can do
good, getting guys to blow their loads."
"Doesn't want it but has to have it."
"So let's go with that. Oh, and for tonight, I figured he'd want some
lube for those butt plugs, so I bought a tube of muscle rub."
She giggled. "That's going to burn like anything. We'll have to make
sure to get him to use it early, so his poop chute will be on fire all
night long."
"All night long," he repeated. "And it's going to be an awfully long
night for our sissy boy Danita."
"We should tell him that next week he's going to get inducted into the
Screw My Ass Club."
"And give him all that time to think about it."
"Sure. A sissy slave should NEVER get a break."
******
(If you like the theme of bad boy to good girl but would prefer something
without all that messy sex, please check my story DEVLIN. Feel free to
leave a comment on that one or any of my earlier posts.)
Vicky
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