The Stag Party
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The Stag Night - Part One free porn video
I was so wasted, we'd been drinking since 5.00pm and had been to so many
bars and clubs I'd lost count. But here we were back at my house with the
stag (Richard), the best man (my older brother, Paul), Leo, Ian, Curtis
and of course myself.
I suppose I had better tell you a little history before I recount the
events of the night and what followed.
So I'm Ben (or Benny to the family), a 20 year old guy with a twin with
sister and a 23 year old older brother. My sister Suzy is away at
University but I dropped out after my first year as I just didn't like the
business and marketing course I was on and was now mooching around the
house and the dead-end town of Midlewich until I decided what to do with
my life, and yes it is as boring as it sounds.
I'm almost identical to Suzy in weight, height and build, a complete
opposite of my brother Paul who comes in at 6'3" and 200lbs of pure
muscle. I am just 5'5", weighing no more than 120lbs sopping wet and have
less muscle than an emaciated rabbit. Paul took after our dad and Suzy and
I got our genes from mum. In more ways than one as I suffer from a slight
genealogical issue, which is gynecomastia, what does that mean you ask?
(google is your friend), but if you can't be bothered to look it up, it
means I have moobs, well in fact more than that, I have honest to god,
boobs, a full B cup according to my sister. How do I know that, well it
was something we discovered last Halloween, but more about that soon.
Throughout my school years it had been a real bother, but with Paul around
for some of it, I was protected to a degree and Suzy was always around as
well to keep the bullies away by batting her long luscious eyelashes and
pouting her cupid bow lips to diffuse any awkward situations. She always
seemed to have a knack for that. Unfortunately it didn't stop the cyber
bullying or the name calling, but it kept the worst of it away.
My best friends at school had laughed it off mostly, but even they wanted
to cop a feel sometimes. I suppose that was down to hormones, how many
guys get to feel real tits when their just 13 or 14 years old. Looking
back, I suppose I kind of liked it, but I never said that to them at the
time, just let them have their adolescent groping and left them to their
imagination... not sure what they were imagining and I didn't really want
to know at the time.
So sex and me remained somewhat illusive bed-fellows... Ahhh I hear you
say, but what were my own wank fantasies? What porn did I watch in this
age of pornography everywhere? I mean I'm a normal(ish) 20 year old guy,
so it must have featured. Well to be honest, I wasn't really interested,
I'd seen pornography, I watched a few porn movies, mostly with my brother,
but I found it just wasn't really my thing, it sort of just passed me by.
I was more interested in my art really, drawing, painting and photography.
I suppose I was a bit of the archetypal nerd, with the pony tail and
emaciated frame but without the thick glasses and acne!
Sorry, I digress somewhat, you don't really want to hear about me, you
just want to know what happened that night.
My brother had known Richard (the Stag) for 15 years, they had been best
friends since primary school and they played Rugby together, along with
most of their mates and now here he was organising (badly) Paul's stag do.
The original plan had been to go to Amsterdam and spend the weekend
boozing it up and hitting the clubs and bars there, along with the sex
clubs and of course the weed cafes. But my brother, living up to his usual
ineptitude had failed to organise anything, so here we were seven hours
into a marathon boozeathon. We had lost most of the other guys as we
staggered around the town, hitting the 7 pubs and 2 night clubs before
being thrown out of the last club for being too rowdy.
I suppose you're wondering why a scrawny 20 year old was even invited
along to such an event. Well Paul took pity on me. He knew I didn't have
many friends left around town, almost everyone I knew was away at
University or had found work in a real city and had moved away from this
dump. He also recognised my miserable attempts to find a girl-friend had
failed, in fact the only girls I had ever been out with were ones that
either he or Suzy set-up for me. If it had been left to me, I wouldn't
have ever kissed a girl, let alone much else.
I've never had a girlfriend, my sexual skills and experience were limited
to a fumble at a breast, a few failed attempts to remove bras, a hand-job
from one desperate girl and a blow job that lasted 30 seconds (because I
couldn't control myself) from a very drunk girl who thought I was someone
else! Girls and I were not known to be on intimate levels, let alone
friendship. On one occasion, I even managed a poorly fumbled sex act with
a bisexual girl I'd met at party when I was 17. We were both drunk, she'd
accidently felt my moobs through my shirt and had whisked me off to the
bedroom. She had groped and licked my little titties and I had
reciprocated, then after some mutual licking I had tried to fuck her, but
I couldn't keep my little pecker hard when I put on the condom and
although I managed to get it inside her for a few seconds, it was, in the
end a dismal failure. It didn't help that she passed out during my
attempts... so, I gave up, got dressed, covered her up as best I could and
left her in the bed. I never saw her again, and if I did I'd probably have
been too embarrassed to say or do anything.
Paul had hoped that being in a large group of sexually charged guys full
of testosterone all of whom had the gift of getting girls, would mean I
stood a better chance. In fact, if anything, it was even worse than usual,
every group of girls we encountered all ignored me, even the ones who were
usually left in a group paid me no attention (you know the type), so I was
left watching the guys score wherever we went and I was left propping up
the bar and getting more and more drunk and more and more depressed. Even
the weed was failing to raise my spirits and I was decidedly unhappy.
Back at the house, Paul had been on the phone for the last 20 minutes and
was now in a huddle with Leo and Curtis, meanwhile Richard had passed out
on the sofa and I was curled up on the love seat trying to stop the room
spinning and occasionally pulling on the reefer that Ian had rolled and
was sharing out. I glanced over at the group of guys and saw them staring
intently at me.
"Oh oh," I thought. I knew that look from my brother, the look that said,
I'm in trouble and you're going to share my pain!
"Benny, can we have a word with you please?" he asked me.
Shrugging my shoulders I tried to stand up and found myself wrestling with
the cushions and I ended up on the floor in a heap. Caught between
giggling and cursing I felt the strong arms of Curtis around me, helping
me to my feet.
"Thanks man," I tried to say, but I think it came out more of a slurred
bunch of garbage and a giggle, he just stared down at me from his 6'5"
frame and smiled that inscrutable smile of his, perfect white teeth in
that strong jaw and deep black skin... wow was I drunk, what was I
thinking
His hand on my elbow, he walked me over to where my brother and Leo were
standing in the corner of the living room, speaking in hushed tones
"Benny, I need your help."
"We," (gesticulating wildly, with his arms swinging) "need your help."
Leo was nodding in agreement and Curtis just stood there inscrutably
I knew something was coming but I would never have guessed what they
wanted and what happened next.
"I messed up," said Paul, "this stag night is a disaster and its getting
worse'.
I could only nod in agreement.
I've been trying to find a lap-dancer or stripper for Richard for ages,
I've been on the phone for the last 20 minutes following one lead to
another, but nothing. We can't send him off to married life without
something to remember this night by, now can we? Whined my brother
plaintively while staring straight at me with a pleading look.
"Well," I agreed, "it was a lame stag do and yes its not much of do if the
stag doesn't get a pretty girl semi naked and dancing in his lap'.
"See I knew he'd agree," said Paul. And the other two nodded sagely.
So, here's the rub, we cant get anyone, so we want you to dress up in your
Halloween costume from last year and be the lap dancer for Richard
I stood there, dumbstruck.
"My Halloween costume?" I said my voice raising somewhat hysterically
"You want me to dress up as a sexy school girl and give Richard a lap
dance?"
The guys just looked at me and nodded.
"No-way guys, I mean I know I did it at halloweeen, but that was because I
lost that bet with Suzy and she made me do it and she sorted it all out,
got the costume and did my hair and makeup and everything. I'm not doing
it again, it was too creepy."
And it was, that night still gives me shivers, although I could never
really work out why... Suzy and I were dressed the same, and everywhere we
went men were leering at us. Suzy just shrugged it off, but I found it
totally unnerving.
And they want me to do it again... No Way.
"We'll pay you what we were going to pay a stripper," Paul said quietly.
"What! Pay me? To dress up as a tart and give a lap dance?
"Yep? Said Paul
"How much?"
And he knew he had me then, I mean come on I was poor, I lived off my
parents welfare, so any money was a good thing.
"?100," he offered
I knew he was in a bind. I shook my head.
"Ok ?150 cash now," he responded.
I was going to say no, but the thought of all that money, just for
dressing up and dancing. I was hooked and they knew it.
"Ok, but there's no way I can make myself look as good as Suzy made," I
said to them, "so if you're prepared for a joke look, then I'll do it."
"Don't worry, we've thought of that," Paul said with a bit of an evil grin
"Leo here trained in beauty as well as hairdressing and styling, so he's
going to help you get the right look."
Oh great I thought to myself, of all the guys in Paul's group of friends,
Leo was the worst. He was a big guy, 6'4" at least, but there wasn't any
muscle on him, or if there was it was hidden amongst the blubbery fat. He
was a perfect guy for the scrum, no-one could move him and although he
didn't move fast he could bowl guys over with just his bulk. For those of
you of a certain age, you may remember "The Fridge," a guy who used to
play American football, that my dad used to talk about, well Leo was just
like him...
Who would have thought though that he was a ladies hair-dresser, and was a
trained beautician, but then you cant tell anything about people just by
looking at them, first impressions usually suck!
"Common Benny, let's get you looking like a sexy whore."
"Heh, that's not the look."
"That might not have been the look you had when Suzy dressed you and did
your makeup, but that's the look I'm going to give you sweet cakes. You've
got to be convincing enough to give Richard a boner and make him feel
good. So sexy whore it is... ok?"
"Ok," I said reluctantly, money is money and when you're skint, ?150 is a
fortune.
I followed Leo up the stairs and he took me into Suzy's room.
"Why are we going in here?" I asked.
"She has an en-suite and everything we need to turn you into Penny," he
replied.
"Who's Penny?" I asked, knowing the answer.
"You of course, always best to choose a femme name close to your own, then
you wont get mixed up and you know to answer to it," he said with an air
of knowledge and superiority.
"You seem to know a lot about it," I said trying to keep the interest out
of my voice
"Well I have helped a few guys become girls in the salon, none looked as
good as you're going to look though, believe me, you're going to look
fabulous and no-one would know you're a guy when I'm finished with you."
"I'm not sure I want to thank you for that or not," I responded
truthfully.
He just smiled at me in a leering kind of way, all just a bit too creepy I
thought.
"Right, let's get started," he said "strip."
Reluctantly I started to remove all my clothes until I was stood in the
bedroom, naked with just one hand covering my cock and balls and one arm
across my chest
"Wow, nice titties you've got there Penny and blimey, you've not got much
to cover down there, have you," he said with a grin.
I just cowered a little further and what little I had shrank even more.
He ushered me into Suzy's bathroom and rifled through her shelf of creams
and shampoos...
"Ahh superb," he said, turning round holding a tube in his large hands
"Whats that? I asked, somewhat tremulously
"Its fast acting depilatory cream, now hold still while I apply it on you,
it should only take a few minutes."
With that Leo squeezed the cream into his hands and started to run his
pudgy fingers all over my back, chest including my moobs, (he smiled as he
did that) arms, legs, he ran them under my armpits and over my buttocks,
he even ran them over my pubes above my cock.
"Hey, is that necessary," I squealed and tried to push his hands away.
"Sure it is, got to get the look all over, and you've got to feel the part
or well it just wont work either for Richard or for you."
"Ok," I reluctantly agreed and he wiped some more onto my pubes and then
over my balls and the base of my cock. I took this stoically, it was ?150
after all. Maybe my mind set was changing, maybe Penny was emerging from
the depth I plunged her too after Halloween.
"Right just stand there for a few minutes, I'll be right back."
He left me standing in the bathroom, covered in cream while he dashed out
of the room.
My body started to warm-up everywhere the cream was, a warm tingling
spread across my skin, and as the seconds ticked by the warmth increased,
it wasn't unpleasant, but it wasn't the nicest of feelings.
The door burst open and my instinct was to cover myself, but I needed have
worried, it was only Leo. He came back in clutching a pint glass filled
with ice.
I looked at him quizzically and he just raised his eyebrows in response.
"Right, into the shower, that should be long enough."
I stepped carefully in the shower, not wishing to slip and fall with this
cream all over my body and Leo turned on the water, I jumped as the cold
water hit my skin and I let out a girly scream. Leo just chuckled at my
instant discomfort. The water slowly increased in heat and I watched the
foam slide of my body and my hair with it. I moved around under the stream
of water and the plug hole started to clog with hair. I never considered
myself hairy, but there was plenty on show around the plug hole. Leo
passed me some shower gel that smelt of fruit and flowers, a very feminine
smell and I rubbed it over my body to wash off the remains of the foam and
the remains of my body hair.
Leo turned off the shower and I stepped out into the towel in his arms. He
enfolded me in the soft scented towel and rubbed it vigorously over my
body. I stepped out of the towel and looked at myself in the mirror. With
the hair now denuded, I looked even more like a girl than ever before, I
mean I knew I was slim, but all thoughts of harbouring a masculine
physique went out of the window when I saw myself in that mirror, even my
nipples were erect from the action of the cream.
At the point Leo came up and pressed his cupped hand firmly into my groin
and grabbed my shoulder. I tried to jump away as the cold bit into my cock
and balls. I looked down and he was holding a handful of ice against my
quickly shrivelling man-hood.
"What are you doing?" I gasped in shock and pain
"Ice makes your man-hood shrink, when I'm done, it'll be easy and far less
painful to tuck."
I'd never heard of that but I just nodded and tried to think warm
thoughts. After what seemed like an eternity he took his hand away and I
looked down, my usually small dick now resembled a shrivelled cocktail
sausage, barely 2" long and my balls were the size of peas.
He rubbed his hand over my chin and face.
"hmmm still smooth, when did you last shave?" he asked.
"Just before we came out tonight," I replied, not that it made much
difference, I really had very little facial hair and apart from the odd
tuft, I really didn't have to shave anything more than once every two
weeks.
Next, Leo squatted down in front of me, grunting as he moved his
prodigious weight to his knees. Spreading my legs he proceeded to push my
balls back up into an unknown cavity and then taking my now empty sac he
pulled it over my tiny cock and dabbed some glue he had in his other hand
and held it there. After 30 seconds he removed his hand and I looked. I
was unmanned. My cock and balls were gone and all that remained was a
smooth pubic mound.
I looked again in the mirror and staring back at me was a young woman,
there was no trace of manliness there.
"Now we can start to make you look beautiful," Leo said with cheer in his
voice.
And he led me back into the bedroom. On the bed were a pair of light blue
satin knickers with frills of lace around the edges. He picked them up and
indicated that I should step into them. I put my hand on his shoulder
raised a leg and stepped into the satin trap. I repeated it with the other
leg and he pulled them up my smooth body. He then slipped my arms through
the straps of a matching bra, which was underwired so it pushed my titties
up and in, creating a cleavage and a sight that most men like to see. He
fastened it behind my back and altered the straps to improve the fitting.
He even scooped his hand under each breast to better position them in the
bra. He was definitely enjoying himself too much. Next he put the matching
suspender belt around my waist, it had a waist cincher in it and it
reduced my 29" waist to no more than 27" possibly even smaller.
He indicated I should sit on the bed and he knelt on the floor in front of
me, wheezing away again as he got to his knees. Taking a pair of black
seamed stockings he placed one of my feet in the donut he'd created and
slipped the stocking up my leg. He did the same with the 2nd stocking and
both of us stood up. His hands slid the remainder of the stocking on my
left leg up to my thigh and passing the straps through my knickers
attached them to my stockings. Four straps on each leg and my stockings
were done.
Leo gestured to the chair at Suzy's vanity table and started to do his
thing with the makeup. I recognised some of the things he was doing even
though he'd turned me away from the mirror so I couldn't see what he was
doing to my face. He squeezed foundation onto a sponge that he then dabbed
all over my face, then using a large brush he worked it in all over. He
followed this up with some sort of powder and then more colouring on my
cheeks and forehead. I think its called contouring but how it was done, I
had no idea. He then moved to my eyes, using a thin brush he applied eye-
liner, then brushed on eyeshadow. He plucked a few hairs from my thin
eyebrows and drew more lines over my existing brows. He picked up some
false eyelashes, applied some glue then stuck them to my lids, holding
them in place and then applied mascara to my newly enhanced and extremely
long lashes. He brushed some more powder over my cheeks, rubbing it into
my smooth skin. Finally he applied thick lipstick which he painted on with
a brush and covered it with a glossy overcoat.
He completed the look by attaching false red nails he'd found in Suzy's
drawers. These were glued on and he held them against my own nails and
made sure they were fully stuck down before moving onto the next finger. I
looked at my hands (through the long lashes), the nails made my slim hands
look even more feminine than usual. I was just resigned to it now and
allowed Leo to move to the next step.
He didn't allow me to look at my face in the mirror, but had me step
carefully into the blue pleated school skirt, then put on the cropped
white blouse, tying the loose ends under my breasts and showing of my flat
stomach just above the cincher. He put my hands on his shoulders and
pulled each of the knee length 4" stiletto heeled boots up each leg, as if
a school girl would wear such things... They fitted snugly, but pushed my
butt out and made me stand more up-right. Finally he pulled my shoulder
length blonde hair into two bunches on either side of my head, holding
them with two large pink scrunchies he'd also found in Suzy's drawers.
He turned me round so I could see myself in the full length mirror on the
door of Suzy's cupboard. I gasped when I looked at the young woman
reflected back at me. I was stunning, so over the top sexy that any guy
would get hard looking at me. My makeup was gorgeous, radiating sexiness,
smoky eyes in blues and greys with long painted wings at the edge of each
eye, thick eyelashes that batted in a sexy way when I blinked my eyes. My
cheek bones stood out, highlighted in the makeup and my lips were bright
red and glossy, already glistening and perfect for kissing.
I looked every inch the high class femme fatale, albeit dressed as a
school-girl. I couldn't believe it was me, let alone a guy made up and
dressed up to capture the eyes and hearts of any guy who lays eyes on him.
"What do you think?" Leo asked me, standing back smugly and admiring his
handiwork
"I don't know what to say," I said in a tremulous voice. "I cant believe
what you've done to me."
"I like your voice like that, he said, keep it like that, its very sexy,
sort of breathy, not too deep and not to high."
I was just scared by what I was seeing and how I felt about it. Not only
was I amazed at the vision in the mirror, I was empowered by it. I mean as
a guy I was really nothing to look at, but as a girl, I was a bombshell, a
truly stunning creature that could grace the covers of any fashion
magazine... ok, maybe I was getting carried away with myself, but I looked
good and I knew it.
"Right let's get you down stairs and dancing for Richard, one look at you
and he's going to be instantly awake," said Leo with that trademark evil
leer.
I turned and he slapped me hard on my backside.
I squealed and jumped.
"What was that for?" I asked in a tearful voice.
"Nothing," he said, "just wanted to get a feel of that gorgeous ass."
"Well hands off, this ass aint for you tonight, or anyone for that
matter," I said with utter conviction. Hah, how wrong was I.
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