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William had led a quiet and sheltered life with few friends. As an only
child his parents, particularly his mother, had brought him up with a
tight disciplined control on him and he had submissively learned to do as
he was told. He had left school at the age of sixteen and with his
father's help he had managed to obtain a job working for the local
council, learning his skills as a clerk. Here he continued with his
solitary existence, going to work with his father and returning home
again each evening to do the chores his mother invariable had for him.
His father's death had been sudden, a shock to them both. His mother, of
course, appeared to be bereft and put on him more and more, depending on
him for his support and he tried his best to fill the gap his father had
left in her life. Her demands on him increased daily, however, she almost
expected him to wait on her hand and foot as she played the role of a
helpless and distressed widow. He went along with it quietly and
obediently, as always, too scared to object or argue with her and doing
anything not to upset her. Eventually, at her insistence, he had had to
give up his job to look after her, the only fortunate thing being that
his father had left her a substantial estate providing an income which
allowed her to live comfortably and in turn to keep him at her side.
Slowly it developed that his one escape from her each morning was to go
for a long walk after cleaning up their breakfast things. One day his
mother had suddenly arrived home with a bag full of beach shorts she had
bought for him and she had curiously insisted on him wearing them, even
when he went out, regardless of the weather and he had given in and
agreed just to appease her. The house backed onto a woodland and he would
leave via a gate in the back-garden hedge and walk along a path through
the woods. The path meandered down towards the coast and it emerged in a
small, little-known, parking and picnic area where there were public
toilets and some picnic tables. The path skirted this, going on branching
maze-like, creating trails through the sand dunes, with most branches
finally coming down to the sandy beach.
William had a routine, he would walk along through the woods enjoying the
peace and quiet, glad to be out and on his own, listening to the bird
song as he went. By the time that he got to the picnic area he would
almost always need to go for a pee so he would use the public toilets
before carrying on. He would usually take the longest trail through the
dunes until he got to the beach then he would sit on the grass reading or
watching the sea for a while before retracing his footsteps. It often
necessitated another pop into the toilets, his father had always told him
to be sure and use every opportunity, before the long walk back up
through the woods to home and a return to his mother's demands.
On William's walks he rarely saw anyone, the odd dog walker perhaps, a
jogger or sometimes a lone rambler like himself and he would nod and
shyly acknowledge their felicitations as they passed by. Normally he
never saw the same person twice, which made it all the more unusual when
he began to notice a tall well-dressed mature man with increasing
regularity.
At first the man nodded at him and he would nod back, then this led to a
quick "Good morning" or "Hello". William had no idea that he was being
watched, followed, stalked even, he had no idea how his routine was being
noted and being put into a plan.
It was a week or two later, William had become used to seeing the man
each day on his walk and in some ways, he almost looked forward to seeing
him, it was nice to see a friendly face, a little glimpse of company, a
future friendship even. He arrived at the picnic site and as usual headed
straight for the toilets. He had been holding it in for the last ten
minutes and needed to pee. He had just pulled his pants and shorts down
to the tops of his thighs and pulled his little penis out when he heard a
noise behind him and before he even realised it the man was beside him
preparing to pee too. William was extremely shy and the idea of standing
beside another man whilst urinating was making him blush in a foolish
nervous humiliation, especially too, as his shorts were pulled down the
way they were. He didn't dare look down at the man who seemed at his
complete ease, chatting as he went. It was harmless chit chat, the man
declaring that they were as bad as each other needing to wee half way
through their walk. He could see that William was shy, could see him
blushing, see the curve of the cheeks of his bum, bare above his shorts
and it excited him immensely. Nothing further happened that morning, but
the situation repeated itself on a few other occasions after that, almost
becoming a regular occurrence and each time leaving William feeling
nervously embarrassed. It was much to the inner pleasure of the man as he
planned his next move on the shy young man, he knew that he was right
ever since he'd seen him with his father in work, he knew that the lad
was a prime candidate to become a real sissy if ever he saw one.
Through this process William got to know the man and even though he still
felt hugely embarrassed standing at the same urinal with him, he quite
looked forward to seeing him, enjoying a little company in his otherwise
lonely world. Some two weeks later, however, things took a shocking turn.
William arrived at the picnic site as usual, he was regretting having
finished the extra cup of coffee which he had drunk at his mother's
aggressive insistence and was now quite desperate to pee. He headed
straight for the toilets, but as he entered he saw that it seemed the
toilets had been vandalised. The urinal was taped off with an out of
order sign hanging above it, as was one of the two cubicles, which seemed
to be closed off. This left the large disabled cubicle at the end and the
door was missing off that.
With some reluctance, only fuelled by his own desperation he went into
the large open cubicle and wriggled down his shorts and pants in his
hurry to pee and to get out of there. He had just begun to relieve
himself when he heard the noise behind him causing him to blush
immediately.
"What's gone on here then?" The man paused a second as William mumbled a
senseless reply.
"Well, I'm desperate, you don't mind, do you?" Before William knew it the
man was pushing him gently to one side so that they faced each other
across the bowl.
William was in full flow and he just wanted to finish as quickly as he
could, then he glanced down, he just couldn't help it. The man's cock was
thick and long making his own little penis look tiny and puny. The jet of
urine starting slowly, gaining in strength and as it did so and before
William could react at all, it was suddenly directed at his own penis. He
had never felt anything like it, he was shockingly, foolishly, rooted to
the spot, the sensations making his whole-body quiver. Crazily the
pulsing hot jet was causing his little head to slip out from its
concealing hood, baring itself to its' teaser. The jet of hot urine
seemed to go on forever, inevitably moving sending a fierce cascading
spray over his pink head and to William's uncontrolled disgust his penis
reacted stiffening to its full 3 inches.
The jet eventually slowed and stopped almost as quickly as it had
started, yet William was still left with the throbbing tingling
sensations emanating from his wanton penis and flowing unstoppably
through his body making him tremble in complete weakness. He could hardly
think, let alone stop the man's next move, because before he knew it, his
penis was gripped in a strong hand, holding it tightly against the man's
now erect cock. The thick purple mushroom head rubbing up and down
against his own pink finger.
William was whimpering, his legs feeling like jelly, every muscle in his
body weakening in submissive capitulation, his hands against the wall
behind him in support. His eyes were glued to their enwrapped cocks in
fear and disgust, yet a panting arousal made him watch the big purple
throbbing head, as it slid up and down against him, ever quicker,
possessing him. The sudden pulse of thick white semen, pouring out over
the top of his little head, the last straw which set off his own
unstoppable squirting climax, making him almost collapse.
The man pushed William up against the wall then and kissed him roughly on
the mouth sliding his semen endaubed hand down over William, wiping
himself over Williams tight testicles before sliding his hand up to
spread their mixed cum over his soft belly. William just quivered weak
with the shock, unable to stop, unable to prevent it all, his hands now
weakly trying to push back against the man.
"That's what you needed wasn't it baby? Now I have to go, but I'll see
you tomorrow." And with that he was gone, leaving William trembling in
shocked weakness, against the wall, his pants and shorts fallen damply
around his ankles.
William had no idea how long it took him to get his head back together,
suffice to say he was almost sick with disgust at himself, how could he
have let something like that happen, how could he have let a man, a
virtual stranger too, do such a thing to him. He felt sticky and dirty,
but there was no way to wash, to clean himself off. The sound of someone
coming sent him into a panic and in a horrible fear he quickly pulled his
wet pants and shorts up over his stickiness before scurrying nervously
out from the cubicle, his face burning red in shameful embarrassment. The
big man in the doorway of the toilets looked scruffy and dirty, William
had seen him before, he was living rough in a tent in the sand dunes. He
looked at William, a crude knowing smile growing on his face, William was
sure the man suspected something, knew something had been going on.
"Mornin, nice mornin for it." He smiled a wide toothless smile.
William"s face was on fire, he couldn't run, the man was in the way and
wasn't making any attempt to move to one side.
"I, I have to go." William thought it was a stupid thing to say even as
he said it.
"Never mind darlin there'll be another time." The rough man smirked still
not moving out of the way.
"Excuse me please sir." William's nervous embarrassment was growing by
the minute as he moved forward to try to pass him. The man eventually
turning sideways in the doorway to allow him to pass, but it was one of
those awkward moments, did he squeeze through face to face or with his
back to the man. He eventually chose the latter, he couldn't face looking
at him, sure that the man knew what had happened. It never occurred to
him that he was presenting the man his bum as he squeezed through the
narrow gap, the man making no effort to create space for him. William
felt a hand on his bottom, then something stiff touching him there, he
stifled a frightened gasp and then he was out in the fresh air.
"See you agin darlin." The words echoing in his ears as he rushed away.
He almost ran back home, back along the path through the woods, the panic
and disgust growing and growing, what had happened, what had he done,
what had he become. He wasn't like that, it was wrong, he liked girls, he
liked girls, oh god what had he done. Until in sobbing emotion, trotting
along, not watching where he was going, he tripped on a root and fell
flat on his face. it took him a little while to calm himself and to brush
himself off before taking a deep breath and going on, making the last of
his way back home to his mother.
She was her usual demanding self, hardly bothering to ask if he had
enjoyed his walk or to query why he had returned home earlier than usual.
He had had to make her a coffee and bring it to her in the conservatory
before he could have any chance to go and get himself cleaned up. He was
just about to go and do that when she had pulled out a package from
beside her chair.
"I've bought you some new shorts William, the ones you have at the moment
are getting scruffy and look too baggy on you."
William had been shocked a month or so previously when his mother had
suddenly demanded that she didn't want him in trousers and in future he
should wear shorts. He hadn't understood her reasoning, but when he had
tried to disagree and argue against her, she had made such a fuss that he
had given in and gone along with what she wanted. The ones she had given
him up until then had been pull-on shorts with no fly, they were
effectively a type of swimming short with a net pants inside and an
elasticated waist with a tie cord to tighten them. Now it seemed she had
bought him other shorts, he felt nervous at the thought.
She passed him the bag which had been posted from a mail order company
and he took it apprehensively.
"Come on open it up then."
He gave a sick smile and then began to tear the sealed top off the bag.
Inside were three further plastic bags, through which he could see
clothes, packed in pairs, all in light pastel shades, pink, lilac and
baby blue. He felt himself turning up his nose even before he opened
them, but noticing his mother's eagle eye he tried to smile as he opened
the first package.
It was one containing a baby blue short and a pink short, William pulled
out the baby blue one, the material feeling absurdly light and thin and
immediately he could see that the leg length on them was half that of the
shorts he was wearing. In fact, they were a strange shape indeed. They
had no fly, as before and they had an elasticated waist, but with a
button to tighten it this time. There were tight turn ups on the legs,
but even odder, the actual shorts were almost bulbous. Ballooning out
from the waist to tighten in to the leg cuffs. William looked at them in
shocked distaste.
"Oh, aren't they gorgeous, I can't wait to see you in them William." She
seemed overjoyed. "Open the next packet, come on, open the next one."
William picked up the next package, this contained a lilac one and a jade
one, he pulled out the lilac shorts. Again, they were much, much, shorter
than the ones he was wearing, the material was nylon and quite slippy and
they too were elasticated at the waistband, so pull on only and quite
loose legged. What was his mother thinking, how could she possibly think
that he could wear something like this? Surely these were the sort of
shorts a girl would wear. He turned to her to say as much, but stopped
himself as he saw her expression.
"I am so pleased I ordered those for you William, they are absolutely
you." He could see that she was almost daring him to disagree with her,
testing him and as always, his submissive nature gave in.
"Now open the last one, I'm sure you'll love these, I bought them
specially for your exercise and your lovely walks."
William opened the last package in trepidation, this time one was a vivid
pink colour and one was Ivory, the pink colour already unnerving him. He
took out the ivory one, they were lycra and quite tiny, the stretchy
clingy material almost shiny in appearance.
"Well, aren't you going to thank me William?"
William tried his best to smile at her. "Thank you, Mum." He struggled
with the words.
"Now go and have your wash, then I want to see them on you. Run along
now, hurry up."
William stood for ten minutes in the shower, at first, he just wanted to
scrub the filthy stickiness off himself, scrub away the memories, the
disgust, the horror. Then as he washed himself, he began to feel confused
and before he knew it his little penis was erect and wanton again. He
gave himself a shake to try and clear his head and he turned the shower
onto cool in an attempt to pull himself together.
He dried, telling himself he was stupid and it was all too wrong and
disgusting to think about. He put on a clean pair of pants, his mother
bought all his clothes for him and the pants she bought were men's slips,
he'd never seen boxers or Y fronts even. These were red cotton, his tee
shirt was a light blue colour and then, the shorts. With a resolved sigh
he put on the blue ones first, he pulled them up and tightened the waist
by fastening the button making them all too snug. The legs felt odd
though, they came to mid-thigh and the cuffs on the legs were actually
elasticated so that they gripped his legs. It made him feel very odd, it
was far too effeminate. He headed down stairs to show his mother, intent
on telling her that they weren't men's shorts, she'd made a mistake these
were really made for girls. Arriving in the conservatory she looked up
from her phone.
"Oh let me see, let me see, lift your tee shirt up so that I can see."
William held back on his rehearsed words and lifted his tee shirt so that
she could fully see the shorts, showing his bare belly showing the
waistband too.
"Turn around William, give me a twirl." This was nothing new, she almost
always did this to him when he was trying on new clothes that she had
bought for him, but this time it felt wrong and he felt humiliated
showing her these patently effeminate shorts. He opened his mouth to say
his piece.
"Mum you can see..."
She interrupted him, "They are absolutely gorgeous, they suit you and
they fit you perfectly, I am so glad I chose them. Now go and try the
next one on."
He looked at her, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to find the
words.
"Come along, quick about it, I haven't all day you know."
William headed back upstairs, dragging his heels and feeling frustrated.
He undid the button at the waist of the balloon shorts and wriggled them
off, then picked up the lilac diaphanous shorts and stepped into them.
The feel of the material made him tingle sending a confusing shiver
through him and making his little penis swell slightly. He pulled them up
trying to ignore the feeling, the waist was much looser on these. The
elasticated waist-band coming to rest just above his hips whilst the
filmy material just seemed to float loosely around his legs, again coming
to mid-thigh. The awful thing was that it felt as if he wasn't wearing
anything, it was far too loose and airy, he wanted to hate it, ignore the
sensations it was creating in him. After all it was far too girly, what
on earth was his mother doing buying these for him. He plodded
downstairs, trying his best to look and feel ungainly in them, until,
that is, he got into the conservatory once again. She had a way of making
him stand up straight to please her with just one look.
"Let me see you, lift your tee shirt again." He did as she said, blushing
as he did so, the twirl almost automatic.
"Aren't they gorgeous, I knew they would be just right for you. I can see
you love them." She was looking at the little bulge he was making in them
and he blushed a deep red in embarrassment knowing what she'd seen.
"You'll have to wear them tomorrow on your walk, they are just perfect.
William let out a little squeak, blushing more, surely she wouldn't make
him wear these out.
"We'll have to see about your tee shirts though William, those old ones
will never do, I'm going into town this afternoon, I'll see what I can
see for you then. Now, hup, hup, go on you've got one more to try on
haven't you, hurry up, you know you've got chores to do."
William headed back upstairs again, feeling more and more nervous and
confused, wondering what had got into her. The diaphanous shorts made him
shiver just as much taking them off as they did when he was putting them
on. He couldn't understand the feelings, they disturbed him and he tried
to shake his head to clear his mind again. He picked up the tiny Ivory
thing, surely, they were too small, he'd never get into them. They
stretched and clung to his legs as he pulled them over his feet,
wriggling he pulled them up, stretching and clinging to him as he did so.
He pulled them over his bum, wriggling them into place. They came up to
his waist but they were tiny, not much bigger than his pants, the lines
of which you could clearly see beneath them. The legs only came to the
tops of his thighs, but worse still the stretchy shiny material showed
every bump and wrinkle that they covered. He adjusted himself looking in
the mirror, he couldn't go down to show his mother like that, so he
pushed his little penis down between his legs, hoping that it would make
it less noticeable to her and less embarrassing for him. The resultant
little bulge at his groin was at least more acceptable, the tight
clinging material, almost like a light girdle, holding him in place.
Walking in them was another thing, however, his penis tingled as it moved
slightly in its cocoon, but that was not all, the shorts clung so tightly
to his bum, it made him more aware of his bum. Before he realised it he
was wiggling as he made his way into the conservatory.
She looked up from her phone again, a smile widening on her face. "Let me
see." William automatically lifted up his tee shirt again, then did the
twirl he knew she wanted.
"They are gorgeous, they look perfect on you William." She stood up and
in seconds she tapped his hands away from his tee shirt. Pulling him
towards her she tied a knot in the loose material effectively shortening
the tee shirt and tightening it around his waist whilst leaving a two
inch gap between it and the top of the madly clinging shorts.
"There, now that's better William, you might just as well wear them today
whilst you do your work, put on the apron I gave you to protect your
things. I'll have my lunch early and I'll have it here in the
conservatory." She sat again then, her phone in her hand seemingly
pointed at him as she began once again tapping away on it.
William's confusion was going up another level. He was used to his mother
speaking to him like that, directing him, telling him what to do, it was
the way she always treated him. Today, however, this dressing business
was weird, it made him feel odd, giving him stupid crazy mixed feelings,
especially after the experience he had had on his walk that morning.
She went out after her lunch, just as she had said she would, leaving him
to clean up, prepare dinner for that evening and do the daily washing and
ironing. By mid-afternoon, he was unable to suppress the growing curious
randy feeling that was buzzing inside him. He took off his full apron and
began to rub his hand up and down between his legs, moving his little
penis gently in his tight shiny shorts. He couldn?t satisfy himself, but
he was exciting himself intensely and he only stopped when he noticed
with horror a wet spot that had developed between his legs. He spent a
fearful half an hour then, using a hair drier to dry it up before she
came back, putting the apron back on as an extra aid to conceal himself
just in case he had been unsuccessful.
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