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The last person I expected to see at the bachelor party was Jenn. She was branching out: she’d gone from considering a new job as a hooker to filming amateur porn to here, ringmaster of a live porno show for a small group of horny guys. She had taken to coming over to fuck me and taking my books as payment — it was a great system, I paid $5 for a bargain bin business book, and Jenn let me fuck her ass for the book. She wanted to fuck anyway, but also wanted to learn about business, I guess.



I’d gotten a better job and was making more money, but nothing crazy. Nothing like Jenn must have been raking in. My new boss (an old friend) invited me and 12 other guys to his bachelor party, which he’d planned himself because he wanted the wildest night of his life. He’d promised the best time and he’d delivered so far: a private club room, bottle service, catered steak and crab, and now a sex show.



The 14 of us were lined around a small open stage, really a dance floor, lounging against some luxurious booths, drinking and joking. Then Travis (my boss) announced that the night was about to really begin. He took his seat of honour and I sipped my rye, almost choking when my friend Jenn appeared wearing a leather black bikini and fuck-me boots, with dark eye liner and a ridiculous leather top hat. She even had a spiked collar — the whole getup was very goth ringmaster.



“You guys look like you could use some serious fucking.” She’d screamed for me to fuck her ass before, and even I was shocked by hold bold she seemed now. Jenn spied me and smiled, a bit surprised but pleased. She pointed over. “Especially this asshole.”



The other guys hooted but didn’t think anything special about it — they had no clue I’d fucked this porno ringmaster senseless and that she lived across the hall. Jenn winked at me and turned, pulling on some thin chains — I had been looking at her ass and only now noticed that she carried two leashes. As she pulled, two girls crawled out from behind the curtain. One was Mel, the amazing black girl Jenn had brought over to fuck me one day, but I didn’t recognize the second girl.



She was amazing. A small, sexy asian girl, curvy but toned, with her hair bobbed and dyed blonde like Mel’s (Mel was still a stunner, the spitting image of Nicki Minaj). Both of them wore black, studded leather bikinis.



Jenn pulled out a stool and sat down, spreading her legs. She was wearing crotchless panties and spread her lips to show her pink. “You boys like this?” Cheers went up from all around. “How about these sexy bitches?” She rattled the leashes and both Mel and the asian girl (Yuni, I found out later) smiled and batted their lashes with fake innocence.



“I like them too,” said Jenn. “There’s a lot of you here, 14. Jesus. And only three girls. We’ll have to work overtime. I’d better get this pussy ready.” She yanked on the leashes and both Mel and Yuni crawled up to Jenn. She grabbed Mel’s face and shoved it into her pussy.



Everyone cheered and drank while Mel ate out Jenn. Then she pushed Mel away and yanked Yuni’s mouth into her dripping pussy. Yuni attacked Jenn’s cunt with her tongue, and Jenn ground into her face, aggressively. Mel dropped down below Yuni and started to eat her out. I almost came right there, but this was only the beginning.



Next Jenn shoved Yuni’s face away and moved Yuni and Mel into a 69 position. The sight of Yuni’s light flesh against Mel’s black skin was amazing by itself, never mind that two of the hottest women I had ever seen were licking one another with abandon. Meanwhile, Jenn had pulled out a small bag and reached inside of it to pull out a long purple double-ended dildo.



Mel and Yuni crouched on the floor, facing away from each other, asses close together. Jenn took the dildo in both hands and knelt down between them, feeding an end into each of their pussies. The girls pushed their asses back towards each other, pussies swallowing the dildo, and bucked back and forth, to slam their asses into one another as they fucked the dildo. They moaned while Jenn stroked their asses gently and they fucked each other with the double dildo buried deep.



“They look good, don’t they boys?” Jenn purred. They sure did. “But I think they’d look better with some cocks in their mouths.” She motioned to my boss and his best man, who wasted no time dropping their pants and slamming their rock hard dicks into the girls — my boss into Yuni and his buddy into Mel. They began fucking their mouths slowly but forcefully while the girls rocked back and forth on the dildo.



Some of the other guys had their cocks out and stroked them while they watched, but I was too dumbfounded to do anything — I knew Jenn was dirty but I never knew she was anywhere close to running sex shows like this. Even though I’d fucked her myself in almost every position, I had never seen her fuck someone else, and it was a little surprising to me when she said, “That looks fun — who wants to fuck this dirty girl?”



I almost laughed when everyone’s hands shot up, like in school. Jenn smiled and bent herself over the stool, ass in the air and pussy ready. “The line forms here.”



I got there first, a line forming behind me just like she’d said, as I slid my cock into her soft, dripping cunt. “Hi, stranger,” she purred. She’d moved the stool in front of the show so I could see lines forming there as well, everyone stroking their cocks and waiting to fuck Jenn’s pussy or Mel or Yuni’s mouths. I rammed Jenn hard and didn’t know where to look — at myself fucking her, at the facefucking that Yuni and Mel were getting, or at the dildo still pounding both their pussies as they slapped asses.



“Fuck yeah, fuck me, harder, just like that,” Jenn moaned as I slammed into her. “But save your cum, stud. There are a lot more holes that need fucking around here.”



As if on cue, Mel and Yuni took their first shots to the face, as the guys pulled out and came loads all over their pretty cheeks. Yuni scooped the cum into her mouth, but Mel just let it drip off onto her tits as she pulled away and stood up, hauling the dildo out of her and Yuni and moving over to the bag to pull out something else — a large bottle of lube. She squeezed a bunch into her hand and began lathering up her asshole. “Who’s next? You want my mouth, my pussy, or my ass?”



Someone yelled “ass” and Mel strolled over to the guy, shoving him down on the bench and slamming her tits into his mouth. He sucked on them for a while while she stroked his cock, and when he was rock hard she spun around to sit down on his cock, driving it hard up into her ass. The guy gasped and almost came right then. While Mel began sliding up and down his shaft, gripping it with her tight black ass, Yuni began lubing up her asshole also. I pulled out of Jenn with an apologetic plop — “Sorry, babe — I’ve got to fuck that girl.”



Jenn shrugged. “Where’s my lube? Someone get another cock in me, NOW!”



Yuni shoved her lubed fingers up her ass to prepare it for me. Meanwhile another guy had made his way to Mel and she opened her pussy up for him, for a double-penetration — a hard cock in her ass while another pounded her pussy. Jenn had similar ideas — she was lowering her pussy onto a guy I didn’t know while spreading her cheeks for another cock in her ass. Yuni had started to suck a cock and bent herself over for me — I slipped my stiff dick into her ass as fast as I could, and started pounding her for all I was worth.



I had never fucked an asian girl, and now was fucking Yuni’s tight ass harder than I’d fucked anybody’s ass. She moaned around the cock in her mouth while another guy tried to position himself below her.



Pretty soon all three girls were stuffed in all three holes, getting fucked 9 ways to Sunday. Jenn was even jerking two other guys off. I kept slamming Yuni’s ass but it wasn’t enough for her — the girl was a true cockslut — she grabbed another dude and pulled him to her, opening wide too fit two cocks in her mouth at once. When I saw that, it was too much for me — I blew my load right into her ass.



I pulled out to watch the orgy and recover a bit — a few drops of my cum leaked out but just served as lube for the next guy.



By now each of the girls had gotten a load or two. Jenn had taken two loads to the face, and cum was dripping down her tits. Mel had taken loads on her face and back, and got a second on her face as I watched. Yuni was swallowing everything — either her mouth or pussy or ass swallowed up the cum, so it was hard to tell how much she’d gotten. She’d be leaking cum all night.



I stroked my cock while watching Jenn take another load to the chest. I couldn’t believe how dirty the girl had gotten in the last few months. She had really found her calling. I couldn’t imagine the money she would be making doing stuff like this. Hooked up with Yuni and Mel — judging by that ringmaster outfit, she’d gone from learning the ropes to being the boss. A pimp who got her hands dirty, or in this case her ass.



Yet she still gave me freebies, and let me fuck her first — even brought other hookers over to fuck me, like when she’d paid Mel to give herself to me. It struck me then how weird this whole thing was — Jenn was the closest thing I had to a girlfriend right now, yet here I was watching her fuck a room, and not only that, I was rock hard just thinking about it, only a few minutes after pounding the ass of what seemed like Jenn’s newest employee — in front of Jenn, my dick still slick from her pussy.



I shook my head. I had the strangest life, and maybe the best. Jenn barked out some orders between sucks of cock, and the girls gathered together in the middle of the room, faces and chests slick with cum, to take the last loads together. I picked myself up, stroked myself, and strolled over to Jenn’s open mouth.

This story could have gone into either the non-consent / reluctance or into the transsexual / cross dresser category. It contains explicit description of a non-consensual encounter between a transsexual and a straight man. If this is not your thing please pick a different story. I am happy to receive feedback, positive or negative, about the characters or story construction, but not about the subject matter. This is written for the people who are into that, not those who aren’t.



If you are still with me… enjoy.



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I see my target sitting at the bar, sort of on the edge of one of the groups of sales reps. He has a beer but he is not drinking as fast as the others and he looks around nervously from time to time.



I have a preference for the more slightly built man. He needs to be taller than my five foot eight in heels but I don’t like the fat or muscle bound guys.



Slowly I start to walk in his direction.



I stop and check myself in the mirror. I am wearing the deep red dress tonight, and it looks great against my dark chocolate coloured skin. My luxurious shoulder length straight black hair is brushed out and gleaming. The dress is low enough at the front to show I am not wearing a bra, and it also proves that my tits are proud and firm without support. I carry a small black handbag and wear only some simple gold earrings and my wide gold choker as jewellery. No rings, to show I am not attached and no watch to show that I don’t care about time. My fingernails and toenails are the colour of my dress.



I look great.



The man looks around again and his eyes meet mine. I hold his gaze for a moment and then he hurriedly looks away. I see him nervously rub his ring finger. Good.



No matter what city I am in I always go to the places where the salesmen stay. This is where I almost always find what I am looking for.



The bar is a u shape, so I stop at the opposite side to him and order a drink. In the mirror I see his head turn to me again, taking in my shape when he thinks I can’t see him. I lean forward, as if I want to say something to the barman and I know he is staring at my thighs.



I prefer a married man, it can prevent complications, but I don’t like the brash, loud drunken type. I want a man who is really nervous about cheating, even though he is hundreds of miles away from his wife. I want a vanilla man, one who thinks that having sex doggy style is kinky.



I want a man who I can lead, not one who wants to lead me.



I sip my drink, and carefully watch the man in the mirror. He is still looking around the room but his eyes always linger on my ass. So they should, I have spent countless hours at the gym making sure I look perfect.



I’d say he is in his early to mid thirties. He has sandy blonde hair, cut neatly but not styled. He wears the businessman’s uniform of dark trousers, a white business shirt and a tie. A jacket to match his pants is on the back of the chair next to him. His face is nice, not ugly but also not particularly handsome. A normal face.



He has just about finished his beer now, and he stares at me for a while and then starts gathering up the money on the bar in front of him. It is time.



I wait until he is concentrating and then I take my drink and walk over to him.



“Pardon me,” I say, in my sexy husky voice, and he jumps.



“Uh, yes?” he stammers. Up close he is quite cute. Blue eyes and lips that look perfect for kissing. Or even other things. But I can’t get ahead of myself yet.



“Aren’t you Steve, Linda Mariano’s brother?” I ask. His eyes that had brightened fade again.



“Sorry, no,” he says, stumbling over the words.



“Oh, I feel so silly,” I say, staring at him, “you do look like Steve.”



“Don’t worry,” he says, finally getting his tongue working, “I have one of those faces that seems to look like a lot of people.” I laugh quietly and take a sip of my drink, trying to look awkward. He keeps looking at me as I do. I’m close with this one, I can sense it.



I have a very high sex drive, I have ever since I can remember, and at least twice a week I go looking for relief. Usually I am successful, but why wouldn’t I be? I am attractive, I dress well and I pick my men carefully.



I can see he is wondering if he should stay or leave now.



“I’m so sorry, oh by the way I’m Savanna,” I say.



“Hi,” he replies, “I’m Ray. Savanna is a really pretty name.” I smile gratefully at him. Yes, I think, this one should work.



Right on cue the bartender turns up, and he looks at Ray.



“What are you drinking Savanna?” Ray asks.



“Just Chardonnay, but I still have most of a glass, you go ahead,” I reply. He shrugs and orders a beer.



“What do you do Ray?” I ask leaning in toward him as if to hear him more easily. It gives him a good view down my cleavage.



“Oh, I just sell tools,” he replies, and I grin.



“That must be interesting,” I say leaning even closer, “I love a man who knows his way around his tools.” Ray blushes. Got you, I think.



We stay at the bar and chat while Ray has three more beers and I have one more glass of wine. I flirt with him and soon he starts to flirt too. I touch his hand with mine as we talk, and I sensuously stroke the back of it. I time it carefully so that our drinks are finished at the same time. He looks at my glass and then at me enquiringly.



“No thanks Ray,” I say with a giggle, “I think I am a little too tipsy already.” He smiles.



“Are you staying here?” I ask.



“Yes,” he replies, and I lean right in and whisper into his ear.



“Have you ever had a black girl?” I ask, sensuously trailing my fingers slowly down his chest.



“Uh, no,” he mumbles, his eyes wide.



“Then why don’t we just go to your room and fuck,” I purr. He stares and then nods dumbly.



Got you.



I giggle and stagger a bit as we leave the bar, carefully watching to see how steady on his feet Ray is. He has had four beers in the time I have been at the bar and I have two small glasses of wine. As I hold onto his arm for support I can feel he is rather unsteady himself, that’s good.



A lot of jealous eyes follow us out. If only they knew.



We stagger to the lift, and he pushes the up button. I nibble his ear lobe.



“You are so sexy,” I whisper. I can clearly see his erection straining at the front of his pants. He just moans.



The lift arrives and we step in. There is nobody else in it and he presses the button for the third floor. That’s good, we will have a bit of time. As soon as the doors close I press him against the wall with my body and I kiss him. Hard. Momentarily his mouth stays closed, as if he is having guilty second thoughts. I reach down and squeeze his cock through his pants. He moans and his mouth opens, allowing my tongue to explore. I rub his cock as I kiss him, and I am happy, it isn’t so big that it will make my mouth hurt.



Our tongues dance, they are the overture of our lustful ballet.



The door opens and we break apart as an elderly couple waiting for the lift stare at us disapprovingly. Maybe they don’t approve of mixed race relationships, maybe they don’t approve of public passion in a lift or maybe they might just be jealous because Ray is hard and I am beautiful. I don’t care.



We giggle and stagger down the corridor and Ray stops at room 307. I hug him from behind and reach around for his cock again as he fumbles for his swipe card.



The trick at this stage is to keep them on the back foot. I need to set the scene and he needs to be washed along with the current. The next bit is critical to my plan.



“I am going to fuck you like you have never been fucked before,” I whisper, and he whimpers. I have definitely picked a good one here.



Ray finally gets the door open and we go in, kicking the door shut again behind us. I turn him around and kiss him passionately again. He is an average kisser, probably hasn’t had a lot of practice. I feel his hands on my tits, squeezing a little too roughly. I pull my mouth off his.



“Gently Ray, they are delicate,” I say, and he obediently softens his touch. We stay like that for a while, and I feel his hard cock pressing against my groin, then his hands start to head down.



“Hang on,” I say dodging him for a moment, “I need to use the washroom, why don’t you get naked while you wait?” He grins a silly grin and reaches for his tie.



“Turn the TV on loud Ray, I don’t want the neighbours to hear us,” I say, and then I reach down.



“I want this present unwrapped when I get back,” I say, squeezing his hard cock again.



“It will be,” he promises.



There is only one door that can be the bathroom so I go through it and lock the door behind me. I look in the mirror and quickly fix my hair. Then I put a thick layer of lipstick on. That is important. But then I do the most important thing. I shrug the dress off my shoulders, I get a small bottle from my bag and then I use the little swab attached to the inside of the lid to put a little dab of the liquid on each of my nipples. I put the dress back on and try not to rub the liquid off.



I’m ready.



I flush the toilet and walk out. Ray is sitting naked on the bed, but he is covering his groin with his hands. He is starting to look a bit uncertain again.



“Unzip me please darling,” I say, walking quickly to him, turning and squatting down. I feel my zip being drawn down, and I turn away as I feel one hand grabbing my ass.



I drop the dress and his eyes open wide as he stares at my bare tits. He looks impressed, and well he should be. I lean toward him and his mouth opens to receive my nipple. I take his hands in mine and I guide them to my tits as I present the other nipple for sucking.



I can see the head of his cock is wet with his excitement. I let go of one of his hands and I reach down for his hard shaft and I squeeze. He moans.



“Lay back darling,” I say pushing him gently, “I want to suck you.” He moans in anticipation.



“Condom or bareback?” I ask, reaching for my bag which is now on my dress. His eyes open wide.



“Bareback?” he stammers. I thought so.



Forgetting the bag I push him back until he is lying on the bed with his legs over the side. I move them apart and kneel between them. I grab his cock and squeeze it again. He is about six inches long, and not too fat. He is circumcised and his cock bends slightly to my left. It is a nice cock.



I carefully check it for any sores or suspicious marks, but he looks clean.



Ray has now put a couple of pillows under his head so he can watch. Staring into his eyes I move my mouth to his cock and I lick the salty liquid from the head. It tastes so good. He moans as I drill my tongue into the tiny hole. He moans in anticipation.



“I bet your wife doesn’t do this for you, does she darling?” I purr and I see the guilt on his face. I wait for a reply, just blowing gently on the end of his cock. He eventually realises I’m not going further without an answer.



“No,” he admits, “she says it’s dirty.” I grin. He is definitely so vanilla, and married. That is good to know.



I like the married ones, they have more to lose and are less inclined to make a fuss after I have finished with them.



“I’ll show you dirty,” I say in my sexiest voice.



Then I get down to sucking cock.



I like sucking cock and I have had plenty of practice over the years, so I like to think I am one of the best around. First I open wide and slowly lower my mouth right down to the base of Ray’s cock. I avoid touching it with my lips and just run my tongue firmly down the length of it. I only need to deep throat the last inch or so, and that is no problem for me. I hear Ray moan again as my throat grabs the head of his cock and my lips firmly encircle the base. Pressing hard with my lips I rotate my mouth around Ray’s hard cock. When I finally lift my head back off there is a circle of scarlet lipstick around the base of his cock. It is my brand, and my nervous little vanilla boy is now mine. Soon enough he will find out just what that means.



Ray’s eyes open wide when he sees it, but I also notice a bit of glazing too.



It is a fine line to choose how much of my special liquid I put on my nipples. I want my target to be compliant, but I don’t want him to pass out. I have to balance the effect of any alcohol he has consumed. I think I have got Ray about right.



With a loud slurp I return to sucking Ray’s cock.



I almost always use only my mouth on a guy’s cock, lips tongue and throat should be enough. Sure my hands get busy later on, but not on his cock. I am glad Ray chose bareback, not only will the direct contact make him cum quicker, but I can also tell how close he is by the discharge. I realise I haven’t got a lot of time with Ray so I get into it quickly.



I try hard to make eye contact as often as possible when I am blowing a guy. It turns them on and I can monitor his progress too. Ray is loving this, perhaps a bit too much, so I quickly free up a hand to cup his balls. They are a reasonable size and like a lot of blonde guys they don’t have too thick a cover of hair. As my mouth fucks his cock his moans are quiet but almost constant. My hand lets go of his balls and moves lower.



With long scarlet fingernails I lightly scratch his perineum. He shudders in ecstasy. Then I gently rub the pucker of his tight little asshole.



“Not there,” he says, trying to wriggle away, and I lift my head off his cock.



“Relax honey,” I say, “you are going to love this.” He looks unsure but I deep throat him again and he groans. When I run my finger across his asshole again he shudders but doesn’t pull away. What a good little vanilla boy, I think.



Soon Ray is really close. His pre-cum is steadily oozing from his hole as I suck him hard and lightly rub his ass.



“Wait,” he gasps, “I still want to…” Again I lift my head.



“We’ve got all night sweetie,” I purr, “let it go now and you will still get a fuck later.” I drop my head over his cock again and he stops fighting.



“Will… you… swallow…?” he gasps, and I nod. It really does save a messy clean up. I feel him tensing up and I take him deeply into my mouth yet again. As he cums I push a finger into his unsuspecting ass and he squeals.



He cums even harder on the next spurt and I know this taboo thing turns him on, even if he doesn’t want it to.



I swallow every drop, and there were a hell of a lot of drops. I ease my finger gently out of his ass and he trembles.



“Was that the best blow job you have ever had?” I ask, and gasping for air ne nods mutely.



That doesn’t mean a lot to me, he could probably count all his blow jobs on one hand.



“Do you want to return the favour before we fuck?” I ask, squeezing his softening cock to show him how useless it now is. I see him consider.



“OK,” he finally says, and I smile and stand up.



This is the moment of truth.



I stand in front of him for a while as he admires my perky tits and my glistening ebony skin. I am only wearing my jewellery, my black satin underwear and my stilettos now.



And some tape.



I slowly lower my underwear but I bend my knees and squat down as I do. He tries to struggle to lift his head but can’t find the energy. Reaching between my legs I silently rip off the tape and let my cock free.



Some would call me a ladyboy, some would call me a shemale, some would call me a transsexual, but in my judgement they are all wrong.



I am a gay man, and I like having sex with men. Sure I look like an incredibly pretty woman, but that is my bait, it is what I use to lure my prey.



Ray would never have taken a man to his room for sex, but Ray is the sort of man I like to have sex with, so I disguise myself.



The reason I still think of myself as a man, despite the fact that I live entirely as a woman, is that I am a top, not a bottom. Men don’t fuck me (I tried it and just didn’t get into it), I fuck them.



I stand up and watch the shock on his face as Ray realises what is between my legs.



“No,” he gasps, “it can’t be.” He tries to move but he is too slow and I jump on him, pinning him to the bed. It’s time now for me to take control.



I don’t have any enormous body strength, but I can whip most guys. Growing up as a pretty black gay boy in a tough neighbourhood wasn’t easy. I needed an edge and I got it from karate. I was a black belt before I turned seventeen and the thugs soon learned to leave me alone. Sure there are just so many I can take on at a time, and I did get a couple of bashings early on, but I sought out each attacker while they were on their own and I showed them the error of their ways.



Eventually everyone just left me alone. Well, the straight ones anyway.



Some men put up more of a struggle than others. Ray is pretty normal.



“Come on Ray,” I say, my voice now showing a hard edge, “time to return the favour.”



“No,” he gasps, “I’m not gay.” I know that, and that is why I chose him.



“You promised,” I say firmly, “it’s time to deliver.”



“No,” he says again shaking his head and struggling feebly under me.



I let go of his left hand and slap him heavily on the side of his face. The noise is loud. My cock has been growing since I released it and the violence sends another surge of blood to it. I love to be in control.



Ray is dazed by the heavy blow, and he shakes his head feebly.



“It’s like this Ray,” I say menacingly, “you are going to suck my cock, like it or not. If you resist, or if I feel your teeth at all the next punch will break that pretty little nose of yours. If that doesn’t work I’m going to work downstairs so your inhibited vanilla wife will never have anything to do with you again. Do we understand each other?”



Ray is crying. I love it when they cry, they look so… vulnerable.



I get off the bed and grab Ray’s hands. I pull him up into a sitting position and he is looking at my cock now. I don’t have a big cock, just a little shorter than Ray’s but thicker when it is hard. Right now it is hard.



“Please… no” he begs.



“Be good or else,” I say, and I drag him by the ears until his lips touch my cock head. When he doesn’t open his mouth I twist his ears harshly and he cries out in pain.



I push my cock into his mouth, and he splutters.



Most guys are resigned to their fate by this time, but I did once have one who bit my cock. He spent three months in hospital and there are still some injuries he will never recover from.



“Suck it,” I command, and Ray sucks weakly as his tears continue to flow. It’s time for some real incentive.



“If I am still hard in twenty minutes, I am going to fuck that tight little ass of yours,” I say.



Ray struggles even more, but I still have hold of his ears so he can’t escape my cock to say anything.



It is still pretty obvious that he does not like that idea all that much.



I can see our reflection clearly in the mirror on the wall and it turns me own. My little vanilla white boy sitting there with my black cock in his mouth.



Ray starts to work at sucking me off now. He does not want the consequence of failure. I grin and watch.



“See Ray,” I taunt him, “you really are a good little cock sucker aren’t you?” He squirms in protest.



For a while I let Ray set his own pace and he does a reasonable job, but then I also start to give him instructions.



“Use your tongue Ray,” I demand, and he does.



“Suck it down deeper Ray,” I demand. He tries and fails, so I just shove and he gags.



“Watch those teeth Ray,” I warn him and he quickly complies.



“Ten minutes Ray,” I say and he renews his efforts.



“Play with my balls Ray,” I demand and he reluctantly does.



“Gently rub my ass Ray,” I demand, and he does that too.



I just love a reluctant but obedient vanilla boy.



“Five minutes left Ray,” I say, and now I set the pace. I start to fuck Ray’s face, jamming my cock deep into his throat and pulling it out again over and over. He is coughing and gagging and the tears are streaming down his face again. After a couple of minutes I feel my orgasm approaching.

Ever since words got out that James has some femboy porn hidden in his laptop it has been a nightmare for the 19 year old poor boy standing 5’8″ and weighs merely 122lbs. His classmates have totally lost all respect for him. He was admired before for his friendly attire and kind hearted nature but now he is admired for his feminine body. He lives in a boy’s hostel far from his home due to some family issues which worsened the matter because now he can’t even run to home for safety. But the silly boy has no idea that his tormentors won’t restrict themselves to taunting only.



He was thinking how his life could have been now if he remembered to delete those fetish porn videos from his laptop as he was pissing slowly in the men’s room urinal. He was brought back to reality by the sound of boot-steps approaching slowly towards him with a taunting voice, “Oh my. Why is this lovely lady spending time in this stinky room? This should be the headline in today’s paper, ‘College Princess at men’s room’.” It was Phillip, a basketball star of the college. He stood to the stall next to James’s making the poor boy nervous.



Phillip being one of the tallest boys in his class standing at 6’7″ and weighing nearly 175lbs didn’t even need to peek in order to see James’s was pissing slowly. “And why are you pissing so slow your majesty?” he gibed, “Could it be that you like to spend time down here? Waiting for a nice young prince to claim her maybe?” James ignored him hoping Phillip was kidding but to his misfortune Phillip ruffled his hair and insisted, “Answer me, will you? Or things might not turn out to be so pretty for you.” James could hear Phillip was knuckling.



Though James was sure that Phillip won’t hurt him still a boy being pushed all the time can’t take any more risk. He zipped his dick inside and started to head for the basin to wash his hand off, “leave me alone kindly. Please, okay Phil?” To which the boy felt Phillip grabbing his hand and twisting it behind his back. He tried to resist but James simply had no chance of succeeding against gigantic Phillip. Within seconds James found himself pushed inside a bathroom stall and on his knees while Phillip towering over him grinning of ear to ear.



Poor James muttered on his knees, “Please Phil. Let me go. I have to be present at the mathematics class today. I am already lagging behind.”



“Don’t lie to me. You don’t NEED to be present at the class today. You WANT to be present so that you can escape from my hands. However the first lecture is still 20 minutes away so that gives us plenty of time to play.”



“And exactly what do you have in mi….”



James didn’t need to finish his sentence to get the answer he was seeking after he saw Phillip pulled his dick out of his pants and waving it in front of him. Phillip grabbed James’s hair locks and pulled his head to bring it just an inch away from his flaccid dick so that if the cock throbs it will brush against the sissy boy’s lips. “I do hope you realize what I want right now. After all pretty girls like you do have a general idea of what a man might need from them. So get to work.” Phillip, in order to motivate the boy slapped his large dick, which was hardening, across his face.



The kneeling boy looked into the mocking smirk on the face of his tormentor, “Please I am not what you guys think. I am not a homosexual. Please let me go Phillip. I don’t want to suck your cock.”



“Okay, did you or did you not keep gay porn videos in your computer? Just tell me yes or no.”



“Yes I did. But….”



“Shut up cunt! Did you keep any straight porn videos in your computer? Just tell me yes or no bitch. Don’t try to reason with me.”



“No I didn’t” came a meek reply from the boy who was gradually breaking down.



“Yes you kept only gay porn. Now, did you or did you not keep captioned pictures whose content was humiliation of a sissy boy and similar?”



“Yes…. I did.”



“Okay, so now tell me” he paused for a long time before adding, “from all these evident in hand to what logical conclusion one can come to?”



James stammered in between his words, “that I am a homosexual boy.”



“Good, you are smart you know. And tell me what else?”



“And that I am a sissy boy” replied the boy whose eyes were all misty and tear drops rolled down his cheeks like no tomorrow.



“Yes. So now it seems both of us agree on the point that you are a sissy. Now tell me this, what does a sissy do? What is the obligation of a sissy?”



“A sissy boy must serve a real man without any complaints” poor James answered straight out of femboy story and internet stuffs.



“Good boy. So for fuck’s sake are you waiting for then? Get to work!”



Before James could mutter another round of his pathetic plea Phillip slapped his face harder than he had ever been slapped before. “I am fucking tired of listening to your bullshit. Get your sexy lips to work or I will force you to do it” Phillip grinned, “though it’s not that I am not forcing you now but believe me that would be rougher. Now you don’t want to add a couple of bruises on your cute ‘Barbie-doll’ face now do you?” Noticing the tear drops rolling down the cheeks of the poor boy Phillip stroked the boy’s hair gently, “It’s okay. Don’t cry if you listened to me on the first place I wouldn’t have to slap you so hard then. Now get to work then.”



Without any word the scared sissy boy put his full lips around the shaft of the long dick and began to slide his mouth up and down slowly. The tears rolling down his cheek slowly dripping on the floor from his chin this whole scene made Phillip even hornier than before. He gave out a short approving moan placing his hands behind the boy’s head assisting him to push his mouth down all the way to the cock-base. Exactly at the same time they both froze to hear a voice coming from the stall door, “Holy Shit. Since when does James suck people off in the toilet?”



Phillip turned his head to see the look on the new guy, Mark’s face, it was epic. Phillip wasn’t able to decipher the look, was it pure disbelief or was it excitement. Feeling James has stopped Phillip let out a small grunt grabbing onto the boy’s head to slide it up and down along the cock, “I didn’t tell you stop. Did I cunt boy?” To which James only shook his head. Phillip smiled to Mark, “Since today I think! Sorry pal if you expect a blowjob now because James the whore is now busy giving me a cute head. After all first lecture is due only 10 minutes so we have to hurry up.”



If Mark didn’t enter the bathroom with an expectation of receiving an oral he sure began to expect it now. But Phillip was also right the lecture is only about 10 minutes away so there simply wasn’t enough time to use James’s mouth after Phillip was done with it so he decided to settle for something less. He joked, “James why put your lovely hand on the dirty floor when you can place it around my cock? Admit it you would love to feel my dick inside your grasp hoping it would steal your virginity if you still have it.” After pausing for a while Mark insisted, “Don’t be shy James. Give me a quick handjob and I might be merciful enough not to kick your tiny balls.”



To comfort the already frightened boy, Phillip stopped sliding James’s head along his cock for a second to give him a couple of gentle slaps on his cheek. “You heard the man. Give him a handjob. Don’t worry it won’t ruin the beauty of your manicured nails” Phillip gibed much to Mark’s delight.



The frightened boy slowly raised his left hand to get a proper grip of Mark’s eager and hard dick while getting face-fucked by Phillip. The sissy knew how to please a man with his hand only as he worked up his pace gradually speeding up and down his shaft and at the same time working his tongue all over Phillip’s dick. Both of his tormentors began to moan out from pleasure in no time. Though James wasn’t touching himself thinking the others might not like it but he couldn’t deny the pleasure he felt in between his legs just by serving these two big dicks at this point he won over his self-doubt that he might not be a sissy just a curious boy.



After a couple of minutes Phillip pushed the sissy’s head all the way down and with a loud grunt pumped his hot salty semen into the mouth of the boy. Just a few seconds later as James increased his speed of stroking the dick in his hand Mark squirted all over his face with an equally loud moan.



Phillip being completely satisfied for now pulled himself off James and head for the basin to wash his hands. When he was done he turned out to see, James was cleaning Mark’s dick with his tongue while wiping his mouth clean with a toilet paper as Mark was assaulting the boy verbally, “Yes that’s right whore. Wipe it clean but don’t dare to even think of washing your face. A sissy must have face smell like a true man’s semen. And please don’t deny that you enjoyed it because I can see the small circular wet spot on your crotch after all a panty is not made with the assumption that a horny dog who will leak precum all day long will wear it.”



As the three of them headed out to attend the lectures for the day Phillip slapped the poor boy’s ass hard and Mark joked, “Walked in a sissy walked out a whore” and the two tormentors simply burst out laughing. James, walking in between the two dominant men, blushed deep from the humiliating comment but he surely felt the throbbing of his little dick as they ridiculed him once again.

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