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They Have Always Lived In The Castle by Throne Buddy was confident about how things would go with Maddie. He always felt that way with girls. Usually he scored with them, or at least used a combination of steady pressure and emotional intimidation to get them to give him head. That second option wasn't bad. He loved to have a girl on her knees, sucking away, with only his pleasure being taken care of, and her having to swallow a load of his spunk. Great for him, even though he considered it disgusting for them. He hadn't seen Maddie for the last two years, since they graduated from high school. She had always been an odd one, with her long, straight black hair, haunting eyes, and pale skin, plus the way she dressed her slender figure in dark clothes and decorated herself with old fashioned jewelry. He had avoided her in the past but then, when he ran into her a few days ago, changed his mind. After all, they were no longer in school, where others might judge him for dating such a weirdo. So he had struck up a conversation with her out front of the store she was leaving, that nutty place the sold candles and herbs and other crap like that. She had been friendly but not eager. He didn't mind. All Buddy cared about was getting into her pants... or mouth. He had a big enough cock that he could make a girl's lips into an 'O' with it, a sight he never tired of seeing. So he had suggested picking her up and she had agreed. He didn't relish going to that ancient creepy house where she lived with her slightly older sister Helene. And he definitely hoped that the Uncle he had heard about wouldn't be there. He didn't need some interfering man around. All Buddy was interested was getting Maddie back to his modest apartment, maybe feeding her a few drinks, and leading her to the bedroom. Or wherever. He was due to pick her up on Friday night at eight. Buddy got himself showered and ran the electric razor over his sparse blonde, facial hair. He threw on some jeans and a T-shirt with the name of a band he liked on it. Slipping his feet into running shoes, he considered that Maddie, being such an oddball, had never had a boyfriend in school and was probably desperate now. He wasn't going to put too much effort into landing her. On the other hand, he might stick with her for a few months just for the sex. Too many of the other girls in his age group were getting married. He got into his car and began to drive, not liking it when he had to head out along a narrow country road to get to her home. He followed that road to another that didn't even have street lights. Trees reached out overhead, forming a shadowing canopy that blocked most of the moonlight. He pulled into the circular drive in front of the eerie old place with its looming two stories and arched windows. As Buddy got out of the car he made a mental note to complain to Maddie about how annoying it had been to get there. Start right out by giving her some guilt. Make it easier to manipulate her later. Instead of a doorbell there was a large brass knocker. He raised the heavy ring and banged it against the plate, at the same time looking at the face that topped it all, a leering demonic visage. The deep hollow thumping was answered by Maddie's sister Helene, tall and austere, draped in some sort of flowing white dress that swept the floor. She gave him a restrained smile and stepped aside so he could enter. Feeling uneasy, he told her, "I'm just here to pick up Maddie. If she's not ready I can wait in my car." "No, no, dear," she said easily. "She will be down shortly. Please, come into the sun room." He followed her into a space lined on one side by tall windows. At that hour there was certainly no sun, just shadows cast by the moon across an ancient looking carpet. Shelves along the interior wall were filled with old books, painted wooden masks, primitive carved figures, and a variety of glass containers, the contents of which there wasn't enough light to see. He sat in a large wingback chair. Helene settled gracefully onto a low sofa across from him. She placed her long white hands carefully on her lap. He shifted around on his seat. An awkward silence hung over the room. It all made him uneasy. She appeared to be taking some silent pleasure from the situation. Then he heard Maddie coming. The younger female appeared in a purple jacket with lapels, and a long black skirt. The lace collar of a white blouse showed decoratively around her neck. She had on her usual exotic jewelry, including a large brooch on the jacket, heavy pendant, and an impressive ring set with a shiny purple stone that had him calculating its possible worth. Maddie held out her hand to him. She had on lacy fingerless gloves. Buddy decided she was going too far with her look, Goth or Goth Lolita or whatever. Not sure what he was supposed to do, he took her hand and gave it a slight squeeze. He was going to get up but she went and sat on some funny looking chair a short distance from the sofa. The sisters were just far enough apart that Buddy had to keep turning his head if he wanted to pay attention to both of them. His date said, "Isn't it a lovely night, Buddy?" He shrugged. "I guess. But it was a hell of a ride to get here. You're really in the middle of nowhere." Even though he hadn't been talking to Helene, it was she who answered, saying, "We like the privacy. It suits our... habits." She was creepy, but he still liked the way that dress was pulled across her modest bust. It looked like she didn't have on a bra. He wouldn't mind seeing her in the altogether. She surprised him by rising and, without a word, gliding out of the room. Once she was gone, Maddie invited, "Come here, Buddy. Sit with me." "I thought we could just get going. You can see my apartment." "But first come here." Unhappily, he went. When he got there he saw that the only place for him to sit was on an attached seat like hers, but facing the other way. He tried not to let his disappointment show as he put himself on it. She said, "Isn't this nice? It's called a loveseat. We can be close and see each other and..." She didn't finish the thought. "Sure. Nice. But I was thinking..." "Soon." Her arm came up, over the back of her half of the antique piece of furniture, and her hand fell lightly onto his shoulder. "But let's just enjoy each other's company for a while." He sighed. "Okay." His eyes roved around the room. He put his hand on top of hers. "So, this place is like a castle or something. How long have you lived here?" "My family has owned this property for generations. This 'castle', as you call it. I've been here my whole life. It's like we have always lived in the castle." "Right." He moved his hand under hers and gave her gloved palm a tickle with his finger. To his surprise she leaned her head closer to his and brushed her lips against his cheek. At least it was a start. And they were alone now. Buddy's mind was working on the possibilities. Helene could by far off in this big old place. And if Maddie didn't like something he tried, well, a girl like her would probably be too embarrassed to make a loud fuss. So he might be able to get what he wanted right here. Buddy got up, holding her hand, and she flowed naturally into a standing position. He walked her across the room to the sofa Helene had vacated. As if at his silent command, Maddie sat and then looked up invitingly at him. He put himself alongside her and his arm went around her shoulders. Buddy said, "That was nice, you giving me a peck on the cheek over there, but let me show you a real kiss." He brought his face close to hers and put his lips on her mouth. When he increased the pressure she kissed back. He moved his tongue forward and she accepted it, even running her own tongue over it. Buddy forced himself to slow down. He paid her a few stock compliments. Beautiful eyes. Pretty hair. Then he put a hand on her thigh. Still she didn't object. After another kiss and one more flattering remark -- soft skin -- the arm that was around her shoulders made a practiced move and the hand went to the top of her compact breast. She snuggled against him and he took that as an open invitation. Buddy used his weight to push her slowly down onto her side, then repositioned her on her back. He took one quick look around to be sure that they were still alone and then got on top of her. His hand stole up under her long skirt and groped for her pussy. "Oh," she said calmly, "you can't do that." It was time to use one of his standard ploys, combining guilt and expectations. "Hey," he said chidingly, "you're the one who got me all hot, so it's up to you to take care of what you started." Again he felt for the center of her womanhood. She caught his wrist, through the material of her skirt, and held his hand still with unexpected strength. Gently she advised him, "I said you can't do that." "No? Well then I guess you're going to do something else for me." He ran a fingertip over her lips. "With this sweet mouth. Hmmm?" "I am? That doesn't seem right." He tried not to let his voice reflect his anger but couldn't contain it completely. "Look, when a girl gets a guy hard, she's supposed to do something to fix that." She acted like she was puzzling over that idea. He got up onto his knees and began to part her legs with his own. Maybe she just wanted him to use some force, to allow her to tell herself that she had been coerced into surrendering. Sure, that was it. As he got her thighs well apart she scowled and said, not loudly but very distinctly, "No." "Listen, honey..." was as far as he got. All at once Helene was back and standing right next to them. She glared disapprovingly at him and said maliciously, "She told you to stop. Stop means stop." "Hey," he told her in an injured tone, "she acted like she wanted it. I was just trying to give her what she was asking for." To Maddie, Helene said, "So you see? This is why I wanted you to have an experience with a man. He did exactly what I warned you about." Still under Buddy but acting as if she didn't even know he was there, Maddie responded to her sister, "It's true. I'm glad I found out this way, in our home where I'm safe." "Yes," Helene agreed. "However, you must be vigilant about these matters. If this one or any man were to enter you and claim our maidenhead, it would cost you dearly. All the magic abilities you have been developing, all the spells I have been teaching you, would be for nothing. You would lose your powers utterly." "Hey," Buddy complained. "What's all that crap about magic?" He got off Maddie and was sitting beside her, but with Helene in his way so he couldn't get up. "Maybe I'd better just leave." "That is not acceptable," Helene informed him. To Maddie she said, "Please use the incantation I taught you last night." "I will," the younger sister said as she sat up. Before Buddy could do anything, she was rubbing the impressive stone in her ring and muttering words that he couldn't make out. She stopped and announced, "It is done, sister." "Enough already," Buddy decided. "I'm out of here." But he didn't move. "You can't make me stay." Still he didn't budge. "I'm getting into my car and going home." Nothing happened. Helene asked, "Do you have that figurine you like, Maddie? Would you go and get it, please?" Maddie whisked out of the room. Buddy tried to understand why his body wouldn't respond to his desire to escape this crazy place. Maddie returned, holding a figure of an anthropomorphized rabbit, with an animal head and a woman's body. It wore a short and simple cotton dress and had a very feminine face, with long eyelashes, rosy cheeks, and bee stung lips. Rabbit ears hung down on either side of its head, which was made of porcelain or maybe bisque. Helene said, "Very good. Now I'm going to use a spell but I want you to listen and remember the words, so you can employ it anytime you wish. As I said before, you must protect your maidenhead. Even so, you have the desires of one your age and it is better to control them than to let them control you. Therefore..." She placed one hand on the rabbit's head and intoned a half dozen syllables. Then she set her other hand on Buddy's forehead and repeated the mysterious words. He felt his consciousness seem to concentrate at the front of his cranium and rush out of him. All at once he was looking up at Maddie. He was in her hand. His mind was inside the rabbit doll. The older sister chuckled. "Why don't you take your plaything to your bedroom now and try it out, the way I described after you told me about this date." "Thank you. I will. But what about...?" She pointed at Buddy's inert form. "Oh, I'll take care of him. Get him started on a new path. One that will prevent him from ever annoying you or any other female." Buddy felt like he was going mad. As Maddie stood he moved with her, trapped inside that girly rabbit form. She walked away and, at the angle she was holding him, he saw his self still on the sofa, motionless, growing distant as his POV moved away. Maddie carried him up the stairs and along a landing to an open door. As she entered he saw he was in what could only be a young woman's bedroom, though obviously a young woman from this insane family. There were framed paintings, not of unicorns or kittens, but of a shadowy figure with glowing red eyes and of a creature on a throne, with a squid-like head that spilled curling tentacles down over its chest. Maddie set him on her dresser, between an open tin of powder and an atomizer of perfume. He could smell the flowery scents of the two products. His attention was diverted as the woman he had been trying to seduce began to undress. Unable to move, Buddy had to stare straight ahead at her slow disrobing. She was graceful and, he noticed as the outer layers of clothing vanished, sexier than he had imagined. He started to react sexually, feeling arousal mount within him, but had no sex organs to relieve it through. It was a bizarre and frightening feeling as she got down to her bra and panties, with his need continuing to mount. The pale young woman came to him, picked up the rabbit figure, and put it between her breasts. The bra kept it there, facing out so he could see himself -- and her -- as she stood before a full length mirror. Maddie pushed her small breasts toward each other and their warm inner curves pressed up against him. He was caught in a warm living valley. His yearning for sexual release was still rising. Maddie smiled at his reflection and said, "Hello, Bunny. You proved that my sister was right. All you wanted was to put your penis inside me. But now you don't have one." She giggled. "It's still on your body, which my sister has control over. I wonder what she'll do with that opportunity." She slid her panties down her smooth legs and stepped out of them. In the mirror, she let Buddy see the reflection of her pubes, with soft fine hair above the pink slit of her vagina. Maddie lifted Buddy out of her bra and set him on the pillow, making sure he could still see her. He got his first view of her backside, which was shapely and in proportion with the rest of her form. She removed her bra and set it aside. When she turned back toward him he got an eyeful of two taut little breasts with high-set nipples. If he had a real mouth, Buddy would have been salivating. The naked girl got onto her bed, at the same time picking him up and holding him in front of her face. She grinned mischievously and said, "Now it's time for me to have some fun, Bunny. Like Helene said, I have normal urges, but can't risk getting my cherry popped." She giggled again, apparently at the phrase she had just used. "But what I can do is get myself all worked up, and even put myself over the top, by rubbing something against me where I'm most sensitive. Now what do you think I should use to do that, Bunny?" As if to answer her own question, she turned him around and stretched her arm out so that he was positioned face down over her femininity. As Maddie spread her legs he found himself confronted by her parted labia and moist interior. She lowered him toward her. His sexual desire was like an uncontrolled dynamo as he scented her musk. She stroked his rabbit face against her groove, then concentrated on her clitoris. He had never lowered himself to eating a woman's pussy, which he considered demeaning for a guy, so these were new sensations and, because of his size relative to her slit, extremely magnified. He felt her wetness as if it was his real face in a capacious vagina. The extreme experience overwhelmed him. It went unhurriedly on and on. At last Maddie began to mount toward a climax. She moaned and rocked her hips, in the throes of passion. All at once she exploded, crying out and holding the rabbit face against her juicy sex. As she settled down and let her head fall back onto the pillow, Buddy felt like gasping, even though in his present state he didn't need to breathe. "Ohhh, Bunny," she sighed. "That was wonderful. I'm going to want to play that game with you every day and night. Won't we have fun?" She held him aloft and smiled sleepily up at him. He gazed at her with intense yearning. His crotch area throbbed insistently, even though his penis wasn't down there. Thinking about that made him wonder what was happening with his absent body. How was it functioning while his mind remained imprisoned in that rabbit toy? There was a knock on the bedroom door. Maddie responded sleepily as she pulled up the covers. It was her sister Helene, who came in and sat on the edge of the bed. Maddie held up her sex toy, bit her lower lip and gave an impish grin. She slid Buddy under the covers, put him between her upper thighs, and held her legs together to keep him there. He could no longer see anything but could still hear. HELENE: "I imagine you're wondering what I did with your date." MADDIE: "Yes. Is he still here?" HELENE: "No, dear. I just used a rather wicked spell on him and sent him on his way. He still has enough of his mind left to function at a certain level. I made him tell me about his job and that doesn't sound very challenging. So he'll just go to work, return to his apartment... and do some other things that he will be compelled to." MADDIE: "Oooo. Sounds interesting. He won't hurt himself, will he?" HELENE: "Ha, ha. Just his male pride. And maybe a few of his orifices. You can keep the rest of him in your bunny toy for as long as you like. In fact, the longer the better, because what I'll have him doing will become addictive over time. He won't like it, but after a while he won't be able to stop himself. So there's no hurry to reunite the halves of his spirit." For the next month Maddie used Buddy, trapped in the toy, frequently. She understood that seeing her naked, being intimately close, and having her stroke him and play with him in other ways, as well as talking suggestively to him, kept him maddeningly frustrated. So she took special delight in tucking him between her modest breasts underneath a tight top. Or going for a long walk in the woods with him wedged between her buttocks and held there by panties and a snug skirt. She would set him on the shelf by the antique claw-foot tub while she took a long languorous bath. Rest her bare feet on him while she sat in the wingback chair in the sunroom and read a curious volume of forgotten lore. Even deposit him head down, inside her high-button shoe after she took it off, and leave him there for a few hours to smell the scent of her sweat and the odor of leather. By the end of four weeks he was desperate to escape, to return to his own body, to finally be able to get some relief from his endless need for sex. So he was thrilled when Maddie, while lying in bed naked with him resting on her flat tummy, announced that he would get his wish that evening. A few hours later, after an especially long and noisy session of him being used to rub her labia and clitoris, he was at last taken, reeking of her fluids, to the library on the ground floor. Helene was sitting on a divan and alongside her, with a dopey smile on his face, Buddy saw... Buddy. Maddie held up her rabbit and smiled at him. "I'm going to miss you, Bunny, but it's time to send you back home." She tittered musically. "Though you might find things there are not so familiar." She gave him an air kiss and took him across the room, where she held him out toward his body. Helene uttered an incantation that he couldn't understand and he suddenly felt weightless, seemed to be floating through space, and all at once was back inside his corporeal self. He shook his head and blinked, felt sensation in his arms and legs, patted his hair and noticed that it was slightly longer than before. He stood up uncertainly. Helene informed him, "Your car is out front with the key in the ignition. If I were you, I'd wait about ten minutes before driving." Buddy shook his head and told her, "No, I have to leave. Right now." She shrugged. "It's your choice. Did you want to thank us?" "F... for what?" "For turning you into something other than a macho jerk." "Yeah, right," he snapped back angrily. "I'm getting out of this madhouse and never coming back." "Oh," Helene said smoothly, "I think we'll see you here again." Maddie added, "I hope so. You were lots of fun, Bunny." He sneered at her. "Don't call me that. I don't ever want to hear that stupid name again." Helene smirked. "Next time you're here, you can let me know that works out." Buddy snorted at her, turned his back, and stomped to the door and out. His car was waiting for him in the bright morning sunshine. He got in, checked to see that his wallet was in the pocket of his jeans, and turned the key. Except that he wasn't wearing his jeans. His wallet was in the pocket of a pair of close-fitting slacks. The rear seam was pressing up between his butt cheeks. He scowled and told himself that he would get out of those as soon as he got home. And the shirt he had on, he noticed belatedly, was some ugly shade of green-yellow, with a blotchy pattern. He drove over the back roads that had originally led him to Maddie's home and was glad to get off them and back onto the main avenues. He checked his watch, which he was relieved to see was still the same. The calendar feature told him that it was Monday, and he saw that it was almost time for him to be at work. He didn't understand how his body could have functioned without his full consciousness in it, but assumed that there must have been enough of him present to dress and drive and work, at the very least. He wondered what Helene had meant about -- what had she said? -- putting him on 'a new path'. He got that out of his mind as he drove into the city and to the parking garage attached to the building where he was employed. As he entered the work area no one seemed to take any special notice of him. He went to his cubicle and checked his computer, discovering that his work was up to date and had been handled correctly. About an hour later, as he was checking one of his accounts, his co- worker Jerry stopped by his space. He had never liked Jerry, who was big and muscular, but out-of-the-closet gay. "Hey," Jerry said cheerily. "Are we still on for that drink after work?" "What?" Oh crap. Buddy realized his 'other' self must have accepted the invitation. Or even made it. Helene's mischief, no doubt. He wanted to just tell Jerry to flake off but instead, remembering the office's policies about tolerance, told him, "Sorry but something has come up. I'll -- uh -- get back to you when the timing's better." Jerry looked surprised and a bit hurt. That was fine with Buddy. Damned pervert. The stuff those people did was repugnant. He refocused on his computer screen, ignoring Jerry, who hesitated a moment and then left. Things went normally for the rest of the day, with one exception. When he went into the restroom and opened his fly he was surprised to find that his pubic hair was gone. There was another guy in there with him so he didn't check any further, just did his business and left. It was disturbing but, he reminded himself, hair grows back. By quitting time Buddy was more relaxed. He drove to his place and took a quick inventory, finding that everything was as it should be and there was even plenty of food in the fridge. Something was gnawing at his mind. Was there somewhere he was supposed to be? Something he needed to do? He shook his head and started to make a sandwich. As he ate it he was still puzzling over the nagging though that he had unfinished business. Then he recalled something about going to a club. Maybe it involved a girl. After everything he'd been through he wouldn't mind getting laid, feeling normal again sex- wise. He grinned to himself, washed his hands, and went to his bedroom to get changed for an evening out. That was when he got a disturbing shock. In his closet, along with his usual clothes, were several feminine items. Had his alternate self had a girl here? If so, why would she have left so much stuff behind? He checked his dresser and found that his shorts and socks had been joined by panties and neatly folded stockings. Buddy had a moment of confusion before a new sense of purpose took over his thinking. Yes, there was somewhere he needed to be. Yes, it was a club downtown. And he had to dress... in those girly fashions? He didn't want to, was repulsed by the idea, but some inner force compelled him. Also, he had gained skills in wearing feminine clothes, he discovered as he began to put together an outfit. What was he doing? He laid out a red blouse with ruffles down the front, a black pleated skirt, and a wide leather belt with a large showy buckle. As if it was the most natural thing to do, he selected a bra with small breast forms sewn into it, plus stockings of gunmetal grey, and then went to the bottom of the closet where he found black shoes with square toes, ankle straps, and two inch chunk heels. In a dreamy trance he stripped out of his male attire. Like his crotch, his entire body had been denuded of hair. He was smooth and pink-white everywhere. Buddy slid the panties up his legs, appreciating how they felt against his skin, and then tucked his cock down so that it made the smallest bump possible. He donned the stockings and strutted around, enjoying the sensations of them caressing his legs. This was crazy. He wasn't some kind of crossdressing freak. Was he? Before doing anything else, he went to his dresser and reached behind that plaque, held upright on its base, which he had been awarded at work for the time he had outperformed the new girl, Ginny. What the boss didn't know was that he had coaxed her into giving him a BJ in the back room and then threatened to expose her for doing it and say she had been the instigator. She didn't think it through and realize that he would have gotten into as much trouble as her. Instead, she agreed to give him one of her accounts, her best one, which was how he gotten the prize. His hand went to a make-up bag that was discretely waiting there. He unzipped it and took out several items. As if in a waking dream he applied eye liner and shade, mascara, lipstick and then, after a moment of consideration, a light amount of rouge on his cheeks. He fussed with his hair, brushing it and applying some body-enhancing product -- where had all this stuff come from? -- to make it fuller. Buddy couldn't believe this was happening. It was like he was inside himself looking out, while that other version of him made all the decisions and controlled his actions. He found himself donning the blouse, putting on the skirt, and fastening the belt tightly, to draw in his waist an extra inch. He gazed into the mirror and decided he looked divine. There was a clutch purse that had been stashed away in one of his bottom drawers. He grabbed it, made sure there were some necessities inside, transferred some other items from his wallet, and left. No one saw him go to his car. He was both relieved that he had gone unnoticed and disappointed that he hadn't attracted any male attention. His head was spinning as he started the engine. Buddy took a few deep breaths to calm himself, then started driving, some internal force assuring him that he knew where he was going. Soon he was in the heart of the city and pulling into a small parking lot alongside a tall building. Without having to leave the lot he went to a black door set into the wall, with no sign to announce what lay behind it. He opened the door and was greeted by a handsome young guy in black slacks and a white shirt, with well shined shoes on his feet. The doorman grinned at Buddy and said, "Hello, Bunny. I'm glad you're here. Several of the regulars have been asking about you." He gave a broad wink. "You're in demand, like always. And no wonder, with the way you look... and act." Confused but trying not to show it, Buddy went past him. As he entered the long, low-ceilinged room, which was dimly lit, he noticed several heads turning to look at him. There were appreciative grins all around. It appeared that there were only men here. Most of them were masculine, a few were convincingly disguised as women but still detectably male, and the rest looked and acted effeminate, without trying to hide their true gender. Buddy held his purse against his narrow chest, just under those false boobs, and walked between several tables, swinging his hips and lifting his chin. When he reached the bar and stopped, one of his admirers sidled up to him. To Buddy's surprise, he recognized the man. "Hello, Bunny," the attractive male said. His hand went to a spot just above Buddy's hip and stayed there. "You look delicious." Buddy ran his eyes up and down him. "You look pretty edible yourself, John. Why don't you buy me a drink? We can sit down and see where it goes from there." He couldn't fathom why he was flirting like that. With a man. Buddy was turned off by what he was doing. But his alter-ego, Bunny, was delighted. John got them drinks and led Buddy to a table tucked away in a particularly shadowy area. They sat, Bunny sliding girlishly onto the seat and then crossing his ankles. The hem of his dress rode up and he made no attempt to correct that. When he picked up his tropical-looking drink, he sipped it sensuously, ending with the tip of his tongue running over his lips. John had something in a squat glass with ice cubes, which he took a gulp of. Bunny leaned close and inhaled the mingled scents of whiskey, aftershave, and a hint of male sweat. It went to his head and he set his hand on John's thigh. He kept fighting the split personality effect but to no avail. "You know," Bunny said, hand inching higher, "I could slip under this table and the tablecloth would hide me... mostly... while I got my mouth on your cock." John smiled uncertainly and reminded him, "They have those rooms in the back and I'd be happy to get us one of them." Bunny pouted and told him, "But that wouldn't be as dirty. And I am a very dirty girl." His fingers found John's tool and gave it a squeeze. "Especially when a guy has a nice big thick one like I'm feeling right now." "Jeez," John said a bit breathlessly. "I mean, somebody might see when you..." That was as far as he got before Buddy sank down and vanished. John felt skilled fingers undoing his belt, lowering his fly, and tugging on his pants. He lifted his bottom just enough for Buddy to get the trousers down, leaving them around his ankles. Before John could say anything else about being discrete, he felt a hungry mouth engulf his cock. "Bunny," he gasped. "You shouldn't... We're so..." He exhaled and closed his eyes. "That feels fantastic. Don't stop. Please. Keep going." Bunny did stop, but only long enough to say, "Please say it's okay if I take my time. I love love love to lick and suck and swirl as long as I can before it's time to swallow." He giggled and got just the knob between his lips, suctioning powerfully while palming and massaging John's balls. His masculine self was twisting in mental anguish from what his sissy self was doing. He tried urgently to stop Bunny from giving that enthusiastic BJ, but to no avail. It went on steadily, with John clenching his buttocks and balling his fists, barely believing the intensity of what he was experiencing. At last the seated man gasped and his body did the inevitable, jetting gouts of spunk into Bunny's accommodating mouth. The kneeling sissy gulped down the thick salty serving with glee . He peeked out from under the edge of the tablecloth, smiled and licked his lips, then winked. "Hope you don't mind if I suck and run," Bunny apologized mischievously. "But I want to gobble at least three more yummy cocks before the end of the night. Mmmm, I hope I get at least one that's sweaty. And one real throat-choker. And at least one that's attached to a big muscular Black stud." He slid out from under the table, smoothed down his dress, patted his hair, and went off in search of more ejaculated nourishment. By the hour that the club was closing, he had scored not only the three that he had hoped for, but a bonus one, which was on a wealthy older guy, a bit out of shape but very well hung, who kept pulling Buddy's hair and muttering enthused and disbelieving obscenities while Bunny performed like a total slut. Buddy staggered out of the club with cum on his tongue and lipstick- smeared mouth. He was drunk on spunk. His nipples were tingling and his cock insistently demanded attention, but as the Buddy half of him reasserted itself, all he could think of was getting home to brush his teeth and use plenty of mouthwash. He sat in his car, gripping the steering wheel, tremors of shame running through him. Just then that eye-catching doorman came over and asked if he was all right. Suddenly Buddy became Bunny again. He fluttered his eyes at the concerned young man and said, "Why don't you just unzip and step extra close, so I can show you just how all right I am, handsome." "Well," he responded with a lustful smile, "if you say so, Bunny." Then he mumbled approvingly under his breath, "You are such a tramp." The rest of the week went like that, with Buddy even apologizing to Jerry at work, taking him up on that invite for a drink, and compensating for his previous rudeness with -- what else -- a flabbergasting BJ from his Bunny persona at Jerry's apartment before rushing home to change in girly clothes, then off to the club for his nightly quota of cocks. And he never got any release for himself, which must have been another result of what Helene had done to his mind. His balls ached constantly. By the weekend Buddy had gained enough self control to promise himself a return visit to Maddie's house, so that he could force the older sister to reverse whatever she had done to him. On Friday night, Buddy couldn't keep himself from dressing as Bunny. This time he was in a peach-colored camisole-style top, red plaid miniskirt, smoky stockings held up by a sexy garter belt, and shiny crimson shoes with three inch chunky heels. No panties. He had on his usual gaudy make-up and had even styled his hair, using his rudimentary but growing skills to give it even more body and add a daring streak of red in the front. He tried to change himself back to Buddy but his willpower receded and giddy Bunny remained in control. She even stopped at the club and flirted for a half hour, gave one hand job (being careful not to get any cum on herself) and then hurried off with a chorus of disappointed comments being voiced behind her. When Buddy reached the gloomy looking old mansion, he got out of his car and tried to tug down his brief skirt, but there wasn't enough of it. Feeling ashamed but at least able to keep Bunny in check for the moment, he went to the front door and used the heavy knocker. Maddie answered. She looked him over and gave him a smug smirk. "My," she said with feigned surprise, "you certainly don't look like you're going to get fresh with me now. At least not the way a guy would." She ushered him inside. He glanced around at the uncommon d?cor, steeled himself, and said, "Listen, Maddie, I have to talk to Helene. I don't know what she did to me, but she has to make it stop." His voice suddenly grew higher and softer, back in Bunny's range, to add, "Not that the way she made me is entirely bad. I mean, I've been having a ball getting down on my knees and..." Buddy reasserted himself and swore softly. He went on, "So could you get her down here?" When Maddie just stared at him with those dark eyes he softened, understanding who held the real power in this situation, and added, "Please?" She nodded and moved away, climbing the staircase to the second floor. As she got to the top and glided along the landing, he noticed someone else there. It was a male figure, dressed in dark, old fashioned clothes, with black hair parted down the middle. He appeared to be middle-aged but his deep set eyes and high cheekbones somehow suggested that he might be much older. He stood there with his arms crossed, gazing down at Buddy. This must be the mysterious uncle who was occasionally spotted from a distance but never seen up close. Buddy shuddered and averted his eyes. He stood there in his flamboyant feminine outfit, wishing that the strange person wasn't observing him. Not soon enough for Buddy, Maddie returned, ahead of her older sister. As Helene reached the bottom of the steps she stopped to get a good look at Buddy. Her face was inscrutable as she finished her inspection and moved closer. She said, "I like how you've made yourself look... Bunny." Buddy tried to respond hotly but couldn't make his voice obey. Instead the softer tones of Bunny spoke for him, saying, "Thank you, Helene. You've done so much for me." "For you, and to that other person. I'll speak to him now." Her thin lips curled slightly as she said, "And how are you... Buddy?" All at once he was able to reply as himself. In a shaky voice he said, "You know how I am. You've turned me into some kind of... of freak. A raving faggot. And I'm so horny it hurts. I can't stand it. You have to do something." "Oh," she said casually, "I intend to do plenty." She shifted her attention to the shadowy presence on the high landing, asking him, "Uncle Clarion, would you please come down here?" He was still for a moment and then began to walk, almost to float, along the landing and down the steps. As he came closer Buddy saw that he still retained that impression of being ageless. Clarion stopped directly in front of him. "How boring. You've brought me another sad sissy for my... entertainment." Helene added, "And your nourishment." "You know that I long for something different. Any specimen bereft of masculinity can provide for my physical needs. But for me to... feed... he must be unwilling. The willing ones don't satisfy beyond giving me release. They lack... flavor. And as you said, nourishment. The unwilling ones provide real sustenance, but they lack enthusiasm during intimacy." "But this one is different," she assured him. "Put your hands on him, Uncle, and feel his mind." Clarion sighed and reached out with no sign of hope in his eyes. But as his hands settled on Buddy's temples, his features slowly softened. He even produced something that might have been a smile, though it was difficult to be sure. "This one," he said, as if gradually discovering the truth, even as he spoke, "is reluctant. He isn't a willing catamite. He was a heterosexual man until... Ah, Helene, you meddled with him." Maddie interjected, "He tried to take advantage of me. He wanted to steal my virginity." Helene finished the thought with, "And that would have robbed Madeline of her growing powers. So, I conducted a psychic separation on her young man, put one half of him into a, shall we say, palliative device for her to use, and the other half I allowed to go about his normal life, but with the addition of certain... urges. So by the time I brought them back together, he had two personalities, and I think you can see which one is winning the fight for control." Clarion stroked the side of Buddy's face, making him flinch. The older man said, "He will be a spirited bed partner. But his original self still wants to be... normal." He chuckled and it was not a pleasant sound. "So that there is constant reluctance, self-loathing, and deep mortification. In other words, all the sources of energy on which I feed. And will he stay in this conflicted state?" "Yes," Helene stated. "Indefinitely." "So I can enjoy him physically and my doing so, along with the way his lascivious half responds, with such vigor, will generate the shame that makes him so appetizing. How delicious. How toothsome. You have done me a great kindness, Niece." "It was my pleasure, Uncle." Maddie wanted to know, "May I borrow him from time to time, Helene? Have his spirit put back into my bunny toy for me to use?" "Of course, dearest," Helene promised. "It will improve the flavor of his mind for our Uncle. Especially when you increase your little plaything's sexual frustration to unbearable levels. It's so funny that I forbade Buddy to ever gain sexual fulfillment for himself. All of his libidinous drive goes into Bunny's quest to satisfy others." Clarion removed his hands from the sides of Buddy's head. He said to the stunned young man in the feminine make-up and clothes, "Come along, Buddy. To my bedroom. I have need of Bunny. Of both of you. I hope you are well rested. My sexual needs are considerable. And afterwards there will be several hours for me to drink in your humiliation and, I hope, your sense of being doomed." He chuckled again and it was even more unsettling than the first time. "One more point," Helene mentioned. "When I gave him his second personality, I instructed Bunny to only provide oral favors and not surrender her nether maidenhead." Her Uncle brightened further. "How pleasant. I will be able to claim sweet Bunny's virginity." To Buddy he said, "Won't that be a wonderful way for us to begin our new life together?" Bunny said with voracious need, "Yes, you sex fiend. I'll make you want to use me all the time." And while Bunny took Clarion's hand to be willingly led to his bed chamber, Buddy began to tremble, to feel his heart beating faster, and to dread what was about to happen, and keep happening for a long long time to come. Now he too would live in the castle... always. ********* I've explored the theme of a guy being turned into an object before, starting with my very first story here, LITTLE DAVEY. Later I wrote HER SEXY DRESS. Another great story about a male transformed into an object is MAN INTO PANTIES by C.C. Hope you'll check out all those and feel free to leave reviews. Thanks.