The Succubus Awakening
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In the weeks after my return from Istanbul, I began to think seriously about my new hunger for sexual submission. That business trip had awakened something deep inside me. I kept remembering the emotions and intimate sensations I’d experienced, face down and well-lubricated ass up, as a giant tank of a man had fucked me into submissive femininity.
If anything, the desire to be taken by dominant masculine men had grown steadily more intense after that fateful evening. I’d expected to be wracked by feelings of confusion, guilt, even disgust after that encounter, but the long flight home had only reinforced how right it felt, being a plaything for men like that. My trip home had required an overnight stay in Frankfurt, and instead of sleeping I’d masturbated furiously in the hotel shower, legs spread and fingers fumbling inside my still-sore anus, trying desperately to recapture the mix of pain and ecstasy I’d experienced on the rooftop the evening before.
Upon returning home, I slipped back into what routine I had, completing work for clients and making presentations, sometimes flying across the country to do so. I answered texts from discreet lovers seeking my attention in ways their husbands apparently were too busy to provide. But now I found myself wondering about their husbands, wondering if they imagined a feminine version of me, satisfying them in ways their wives had neglected?
At meetings and presentations, I noticed the taller men who I imagined were concealing well-crafted physiques beneath those tailored suits. I’d occasionally steal glances downward, if one of them seemed to have an endowment that even the most meticulous tailor couldn’t fully conceal. No doubt some of those glances were noticed, but it would be some time before I could translate those fleeting glances and smiles into hookups.
Grindr emerged, and I was an early adopter. When I travelled to other cities, I found myself searching the web for gay and alternative clubs and communities. I crafted discreet profiles on several adult hookup sites, and was constantly drawn back to Fetlife, where again I was an early participant. As the months passed I became better at navigating these online communities, finding the genuine people and eventually making plans to meet.
My first few real-life encounters were uninspiring, and one was downright creepy, but with time I found my feet as Ashley. It would be several years before I met the lover who would introduce me to Cyrus, my present-day master and current boss. On the path to that fateful meeting, I’ll share the encounter that marked my confident arrival as a femmeboi submissive. It didn’t involve any online meetings or swiping left. It was an old-fashioned hookup that started in a gym.
I’m often in the gym when I travel, although I tend to emphasize tone and cardio rather than building muscle. I was meeting clients on the West Coast and they had me staying at a major hotel chain with a well-equipped gym and swimming pool, along with a hot tub off the pool deck. On the evening in question, I was finishing up on the treadmill when I saw two strikingly tall and muscular gentlemen in ridiculously tight shirts walk over to the free weights and benches. I decided to linger a little longer on the treadmill, feigning a warm-down routine, but watching them discreetly as they worked through their sets. One of them noticed my gaze before I managed to glance away, and then caught my eye again not long after. I thought I’d better not press my luck, so I turned off the machine and walked toward the pool deck. As I did I could see them watching me in one of the mirrored walls as I opened the glass doors.
I stripped down to my swim trunks and showered down on the pool deck, then fumbled through some laps in the pool, wondering about the two hunks in the gym. Still a comparative novice at picking up men, I had no idea whether or not these were meaningful glances, and if they were, how to proceed.
As I wondered this, plodding up and down the pool, the two men had also come into the pool area, stripped and showered, and were now in the hot tub. I was aware of this when I stopped my paddling and looked up. They were both staring at me, and one of them gestured at me to come over. I was now very nervous, my stomach fluttering. I climbed out of the pool, trying my best to do so in ways that clumsily approximated the twinks and transfemme models I’d seen in online porn. No doubt they would have noticed my smooth shaved body and modest endowment as I slipped into the hot tub with them.
“Hi” I said cautiously.
They both simply nodded, smiling. One of them reached underwater and seemed to be stroking himself casually. “We’re heading up to our suite,” the other man said. “You’re welcome to join us.” Above the waterline of bubbles and froth I couldn’t help but notice how muscular their chests both were.
“Um, sure” I replied.
With that the two men stood up, and they snickered when I quietly gasped. The one who had been stroking himself underwater clearly had a massive cock, already growing hard beneath the clinging fabric of his shorts. The other stud was also clearly rather large, and both were much taller than I had supposed, dwarfing my more modest frame as I stood up with them.
We each put on the bathrobes provided by the hotel, but one of them then stopped me.
“Take off that swimsuit” he said, nonchalantly but with an air of someone who expects to be obeyed.
I looked around nervously, but we were the only ones there, so I did as he ordered, trying my best to not look awkward as I fumbled to drop my suit. I moved to close the robe, but again he stopped me, letting the fabric frame my smooth body and rather humble endowment. He took my thin, short member between his fingers, snickered again, then joined his friend, sauntering out of the pool area. I fumbled with my robe, and quickly grabbed my shirt and wet suit and followed.
In the elevator I stood awkwardly between these two giants, waiting. The door opened and the quiet, massively endowed hunk walked forward. I could feel his friend’s hand on the small of my back through the robe, gently guiding me to follow. It occurred to me then that not only was I likely to be fucked by both of these guys, I’d probably never learn their names either. Somehow the thought of that was both disturbing and exhilarating. Looking back, it now occurs to me that I’ve always been incredibly lucky in my encounters. By now I plan things out carefully - condoms, lube, safe locations and routes of passage - but remembering this second encounter, the dawn of Ashley the submissive femmeboi, I’m still amazed at how trusting I was.
When we arrived at their suite I was ushered in without a word, following the guy who I’ll keep calling “the massively endowed one.” He casually dropped the bathrobe as he walked in, tossing it on a chair. As he walked toward a sofa I was struck by how perfectly proportioned ne was: his ass looked rock solid atop tree-trunk-like legs. Behind me I felt my robe being slipped off, and a hand exploring my lower back and buttocks, but also guiding me into the main area.
I stood in the center of the room awkwardly, trying to be sexy and alluring but probably just looking … awkward and nervous. Massive cock guy was throwing some towels on the couch, then sat down, legs spread, massive cock growing erect in his hand, watching me. His naked friend sat beside him and did the same.
I suppose this is the moment when it all changed. When I stopped feeling like a nervous bi guy trying to pick up dudes, and fell fully into my Ashley persona. Without a word I sauntered toward them. My slightly swinging hips felt natural, my posture beginning to tell men who and what I was. I slipped to my knees and took each cock in turn, moving back and forth between them, working my hands and mouth up and down their stiffening members, looking up at them, keeping my eyes locked to theirs.
Massive cock guy was a challenge. His thickness made it hard for me to work his considerable length into my throat, and as he grew harder that added to the difficulty. He rested his hand on the back of my head, not aggressively, but clearly wanting me to keep on that cock. My eyes were watering a fair bit with each attempt to properly deepthroat this monster, and I didn’t notice as his friend got up and fiddled in a drawer behind me. Then I felt something cold and wet slipping between my butcheeks, and what felt like a dildo of some kind exploring my opening.
I tried to focus on sucking and swallowing as I felt this intrusion in my insides become deeper and more urgent: it was growing! This was some kind of expanding plug and I could feel it stretch me in steady increments as the stud behind me pumped some kind of airbulb that I could hear but obviously not see. Then it stopped growing and stayed, bulbous, filling me and stretching my ass. Then there were two studs in front of me again. I heard what I guessed was a condom package being opened, then ‘massive cock’ stud peeled me off his huge member, and his friend pulled me over and quickly guided my mouth and very sore jaw onto his cock. From the corner of my eye I could make out a condom being slipped on a massive cock, then being stroked with lube.
Now I was scared. My Istanbul encounter months before had involved a long and thick cock, but this was even bigger than that one. I began to shake my head and pull back.
“I don’t know if that will fit, guys.”
I heard them both laugh.
“Up to you” I heard ‘massive cock’ guy say. “But I think you’ll look good on it.”
Again, a turning point. I looked back over my shoulder at the beautiful bronzed body behind me. I looked up in his eyes, then down his stunning pecs, flat abs, to his massive tool, ready to impale me.
I took a deep breath, raised my hips, spread my legs wider, then resumed sucking the cock in front of me. I could hear a hiss as the inflatable plug in my ass was deflated, then slipped out and put aside. Then, as hands lifted my hips, the head of his massive cock began to explore, then violate my stretched but still tight little hole. He wasn’t rough at all, but I gasped and cried, gurgling on the cock in my mouth as he began to edge this monster inside of me.
“Holy shit, he’s taking it!”
I heard an amazed voice exclaim.
I wiggled my hips as best I could to work this b**st into my insides, and as I did so he gently pushed, until finally I could feel his balls against my smooth butt cheeks. As painful as it was, I wanted this man completely inside me. I wanted to please him.
“Fuck!” I heard and without even a thrust, I could feel him pulse as he came inside his condom. Not long after, I felt the cock in my mouth do the same, and pulled out to receive splurts of cum on my face.
“I’ll be honest, dude. We didn’t think you’d be able to fit that.”
Still on my knees, I wiped my face with one of the edge of one of the towels my lover was sitting on, and his crazily endowed friend flopped down beside him.
“Thanks guys, that was awesome!” I purred. Then, as these two studs sat spent on the sofa watching me, I slipped back into my robe, smiled and waved, then made my way back to my own room. If I’d seen this short hookup on a porn site, I’d have called it “smooth twink spit roast by gym tops,” but I knew, as I stroked my tiny cock afterward in my room, that I was now Ashley, a submissive femmeboi slut for dominant men, committed to their pleasure, not mine.
If anything, the desire to be taken by dominant masculine men had grown steadily more intense after that fateful evening. I’d expected to be wracked by feelings of confusion, guilt, even disgust after that encounter, but the long flight home had only reinforced how right it felt, being a plaything for men like that. My trip home had required an overnight stay in Frankfurt, and instead of sleeping I’d masturbated furiously in the hotel shower, legs spread and fingers fumbling inside my still-sore anus, trying desperately to recapture the mix of pain and ecstasy I’d experienced on the rooftop the evening before.
Upon returning home, I slipped back into what routine I had, completing work for clients and making presentations, sometimes flying across the country to do so. I answered texts from discreet lovers seeking my attention in ways their husbands apparently were too busy to provide. But now I found myself wondering about their husbands, wondering if they imagined a feminine version of me, satisfying them in ways their wives had neglected?
At meetings and presentations, I noticed the taller men who I imagined were concealing well-crafted physiques beneath those tailored suits. I’d occasionally steal glances downward, if one of them seemed to have an endowment that even the most meticulous tailor couldn’t fully conceal. No doubt some of those glances were noticed, but it would be some time before I could translate those fleeting glances and smiles into hookups.
Grindr emerged, and I was an early adopter. When I travelled to other cities, I found myself searching the web for gay and alternative clubs and communities. I crafted discreet profiles on several adult hookup sites, and was constantly drawn back to Fetlife, where again I was an early participant. As the months passed I became better at navigating these online communities, finding the genuine people and eventually making plans to meet.
My first few real-life encounters were uninspiring, and one was downright creepy, but with time I found my feet as Ashley. It would be several years before I met the lover who would introduce me to Cyrus, my present-day master and current boss. On the path to that fateful meeting, I’ll share the encounter that marked my confident arrival as a femmeboi submissive. It didn’t involve any online meetings or swiping left. It was an old-fashioned hookup that started in a gym.
I’m often in the gym when I travel, although I tend to emphasize tone and cardio rather than building muscle. I was meeting clients on the West Coast and they had me staying at a major hotel chain with a well-equipped gym and swimming pool, along with a hot tub off the pool deck. On the evening in question, I was finishing up on the treadmill when I saw two strikingly tall and muscular gentlemen in ridiculously tight shirts walk over to the free weights and benches. I decided to linger a little longer on the treadmill, feigning a warm-down routine, but watching them discreetly as they worked through their sets. One of them noticed my gaze before I managed to glance away, and then caught my eye again not long after. I thought I’d better not press my luck, so I turned off the machine and walked toward the pool deck. As I did I could see them watching me in one of the mirrored walls as I opened the glass doors.
I stripped down to my swim trunks and showered down on the pool deck, then fumbled through some laps in the pool, wondering about the two hunks in the gym. Still a comparative novice at picking up men, I had no idea whether or not these were meaningful glances, and if they were, how to proceed.
As I wondered this, plodding up and down the pool, the two men had also come into the pool area, stripped and showered, and were now in the hot tub. I was aware of this when I stopped my paddling and looked up. They were both staring at me, and one of them gestured at me to come over. I was now very nervous, my stomach fluttering. I climbed out of the pool, trying my best to do so in ways that clumsily approximated the twinks and transfemme models I’d seen in online porn. No doubt they would have noticed my smooth shaved body and modest endowment as I slipped into the hot tub with them.
“Hi” I said cautiously.
They both simply nodded, smiling. One of them reached underwater and seemed to be stroking himself casually. “We’re heading up to our suite,” the other man said. “You’re welcome to join us.” Above the waterline of bubbles and froth I couldn’t help but notice how muscular their chests both were.
“Um, sure” I replied.
With that the two men stood up, and they snickered when I quietly gasped. The one who had been stroking himself underwater clearly had a massive cock, already growing hard beneath the clinging fabric of his shorts. The other stud was also clearly rather large, and both were much taller than I had supposed, dwarfing my more modest frame as I stood up with them.
We each put on the bathrobes provided by the hotel, but one of them then stopped me.
“Take off that swimsuit” he said, nonchalantly but with an air of someone who expects to be obeyed.
I looked around nervously, but we were the only ones there, so I did as he ordered, trying my best to not look awkward as I fumbled to drop my suit. I moved to close the robe, but again he stopped me, letting the fabric frame my smooth body and rather humble endowment. He took my thin, short member between his fingers, snickered again, then joined his friend, sauntering out of the pool area. I fumbled with my robe, and quickly grabbed my shirt and wet suit and followed.
In the elevator I stood awkwardly between these two giants, waiting. The door opened and the quiet, massively endowed hunk walked forward. I could feel his friend’s hand on the small of my back through the robe, gently guiding me to follow. It occurred to me then that not only was I likely to be fucked by both of these guys, I’d probably never learn their names either. Somehow the thought of that was both disturbing and exhilarating. Looking back, it now occurs to me that I’ve always been incredibly lucky in my encounters. By now I plan things out carefully - condoms, lube, safe locations and routes of passage - but remembering this second encounter, the dawn of Ashley the submissive femmeboi, I’m still amazed at how trusting I was.
When we arrived at their suite I was ushered in without a word, following the guy who I’ll keep calling “the massively endowed one.” He casually dropped the bathrobe as he walked in, tossing it on a chair. As he walked toward a sofa I was struck by how perfectly proportioned ne was: his ass looked rock solid atop tree-trunk-like legs. Behind me I felt my robe being slipped off, and a hand exploring my lower back and buttocks, but also guiding me into the main area.
I stood in the center of the room awkwardly, trying to be sexy and alluring but probably just looking … awkward and nervous. Massive cock guy was throwing some towels on the couch, then sat down, legs spread, massive cock growing erect in his hand, watching me. His naked friend sat beside him and did the same.
I suppose this is the moment when it all changed. When I stopped feeling like a nervous bi guy trying to pick up dudes, and fell fully into my Ashley persona. Without a word I sauntered toward them. My slightly swinging hips felt natural, my posture beginning to tell men who and what I was. I slipped to my knees and took each cock in turn, moving back and forth between them, working my hands and mouth up and down their stiffening members, looking up at them, keeping my eyes locked to theirs.
Massive cock guy was a challenge. His thickness made it hard for me to work his considerable length into my throat, and as he grew harder that added to the difficulty. He rested his hand on the back of my head, not aggressively, but clearly wanting me to keep on that cock. My eyes were watering a fair bit with each attempt to properly deepthroat this monster, and I didn’t notice as his friend got up and fiddled in a drawer behind me. Then I felt something cold and wet slipping between my butcheeks, and what felt like a dildo of some kind exploring my opening.
I tried to focus on sucking and swallowing as I felt this intrusion in my insides become deeper and more urgent: it was growing! This was some kind of expanding plug and I could feel it stretch me in steady increments as the stud behind me pumped some kind of airbulb that I could hear but obviously not see. Then it stopped growing and stayed, bulbous, filling me and stretching my ass. Then there were two studs in front of me again. I heard what I guessed was a condom package being opened, then ‘massive cock’ stud peeled me off his huge member, and his friend pulled me over and quickly guided my mouth and very sore jaw onto his cock. From the corner of my eye I could make out a condom being slipped on a massive cock, then being stroked with lube.
Now I was scared. My Istanbul encounter months before had involved a long and thick cock, but this was even bigger than that one. I began to shake my head and pull back.
“I don’t know if that will fit, guys.”
I heard them both laugh.
“Up to you” I heard ‘massive cock’ guy say. “But I think you’ll look good on it.”
Again, a turning point. I looked back over my shoulder at the beautiful bronzed body behind me. I looked up in his eyes, then down his stunning pecs, flat abs, to his massive tool, ready to impale me.
I took a deep breath, raised my hips, spread my legs wider, then resumed sucking the cock in front of me. I could hear a hiss as the inflatable plug in my ass was deflated, then slipped out and put aside. Then, as hands lifted my hips, the head of his massive cock began to explore, then violate my stretched but still tight little hole. He wasn’t rough at all, but I gasped and cried, gurgling on the cock in my mouth as he began to edge this monster inside of me.
“Holy shit, he’s taking it!”
I heard an amazed voice exclaim.
I wiggled my hips as best I could to work this b**st into my insides, and as I did so he gently pushed, until finally I could feel his balls against my smooth butt cheeks. As painful as it was, I wanted this man completely inside me. I wanted to please him.
“Fuck!” I heard and without even a thrust, I could feel him pulse as he came inside his condom. Not long after, I felt the cock in my mouth do the same, and pulled out to receive splurts of cum on my face.
“I’ll be honest, dude. We didn’t think you’d be able to fit that.”
Still on my knees, I wiped my face with one of the edge of one of the towels my lover was sitting on, and his crazily endowed friend flopped down beside him.
“Thanks guys, that was awesome!” I purred. Then, as these two studs sat spent on the sofa watching me, I slipped back into my robe, smiled and waved, then made my way back to my own room. If I’d seen this short hookup on a porn site, I’d have called it “smooth twink spit roast by gym tops,” but I knew, as I stroked my tiny cock afterward in my room, that I was now Ashley, a submissive femmeboi slut for dominant men, committed to their pleasure, not mine.
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