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Her Boyfriend’s Makeover! By Throne (32 Pages)
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By Throne
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HER BOYFRIEND'S MAKEOVER
by Throne
When Callista started dating Rob, she noticed how shy and easily manipulated he was. Until then she'd always been with outgoing and self-confident guys. His weaknesses ignited a flame of devilish desire in her. She began to intentionally push his limits, control him, and remake their sex life. From allowing him intercourse she switched to just giving him hand-jobs. Then she started him on providing her with oral sex. He didn't like eating her pussy but she made it clear that he was expected to do it, on demand and for as long as she pleased. It amused Callista to hear the sounds of disgust he made while his mouth was pressed to her mound and his lips and tongue were busy giving her orgasms.
She also enjoyed peeling away his pride, layer by layer. One of her favorite methods was to keep him naked. After he finished a bath she would appear, fully clothed, and insist on drying him off. That was always guaranteed to give him an erection. Rob's penis was smaller than the average, which gave her another means to disable him. She could have simply mocked and insulted it, but decided that might make him resentful. Instead she playfully teased him about it, calling his member 'cute' and 'adorable' and 'my little plaything'. He didn't like that but, with her being so fun-loving about it, he didn't think he should say anything. So there he would be, freshly bathed, smelling a bit flowery from the scented soap that she had bought for him -- which he was too unsure of himself to point out was rather unmanly -- naked with an erection. Callista would say how much she loved being able to see him that way, pout prettily, and in a little girl voice ask him to stay unclothed, adding a 'pretty please'. He always gave in. She would reward him with a big warm hug. Callista was slender but had a full bust, so those embraces added to his arousal.
Then she would have him cuddle up against her on the sofa while she watched several TV shows. She made sure to keep one hand on him while they were together like that, toying with his ears, stroking his neck, and especially fingering his very receptive nipples. After a while he would be so sexually overheated that his balls hurt. Then it was off to the bedroom, for a long session of him going down on her. It was so much better for Callista, knowing that he was desperately horny while he provided her with unlimited satisfaction. Then she would rest a while before giving his little penis a few squeezes and then granting him an unhurried masturbation session. While she was stroking him she made sure to mention how nice he felt in her hand, and how much easier he was to handle than all the BIG... LONG... THICK guys she'd done it for before.
Then one evening she moved onto the next step. Partway through his usual stroking, she switched to using just her thumb and first finger. That made it more difficult for him to finish. Instead she made it go on and on without a conclusion.
Finally, she said, "I seem to have lost my touch, Robby." She had started calling him that instead of Rob. "Why don't you show me how you prefer it?" Callista gently took his slim wrist and moved his hand where hers had been. "Go on, lover. Take hold of that sweet little joystick and show me how you want to be done."
He was obviously uncomfortable with the idea of touching himself that way in front of her, but she snuggled up against him and lightly diddled one of his nipples. He moaned and, after so much delay, had to get some relief. So Rob took his penis in his small hand and worked it with short pumping motions. She encouraged him not to finish too soon, because "I want you to really enjoy this". What she really wanted was to prolong his shame. Callista joked about how he must have had a lot of practice at this before he met her. He blushed at that truth but didn't stop. She got her fingers on both of his nipples and gently pinched and tugged them. He had the most intense orgasm ever. She used that as an excuse to make this new technique their regular way of having sex.
"You like it so much more that way. I'm so glad we found just the right combination to give you the best results."
"Well... I guess," he conceded reluctantly.
She knew she had him then. Not that there wasn't still a long way to go. Callista waited a full week before moving on to the next step. She bought a bottle of hair remover and, after lots of talk about how he would be even more attractive to her without body hair, what little he had of it, got Rob to use the depilatory. He ran the shower and got wet all over. Then she, wearing rubber gloves, smeared the smelly concoction all over him, making sure not to miss even the most intimate spots. Naturally he became wildly excited. She declared that his reaction meant he liked what was happening. After waiting the required number of minutes he rinsed off. His girlfriend was thrilled at the result. He was suddenly pink and smooth all over... like a girl. Rob was plainly not happy with his new look, but she distracted him with a visit to the bedroom. Once there she stayed dressed while having him play with his dick, to the accompaniment of her touching and -- as a bonus to reward him for sacrificing his hirsuteness -- licking his nipples. He eventually brought himself to a hip-spasming climax.
Afterwards, Callista got undressed from the waist down and gently coaxed him into his accustomed position, with his lower face against her pubes. It felt odd to him to be doing this after he had finished. He was used to using his mouth on her while he was still hard. Having to do it after his own sex drive had been taken care of made him focus more on how much he didn't like the act. But she kept him down there while he gave her multiple orgasms. When it was done she trapped his head between her thighs, so he couldn't retreat. As she kept him there with his nose inches from her wet womanhood, she praised his performance, along with promoting the fiction that he liked it this way, and the truth that his hairless state made their time in bed better for her. She also added the news that she had gotten him some creams and lotion to use on his skin, to make it satiny.
"I'm so happy that I can play all the games you like, Robby," she enthused. "It's a special treat for me to be able to make your dreams come true."
"My... dreams?"
"I can tell what you like, sugar baby. Just put yourself completely in my hands and trust me. You DO trust me, don't you, Robby?"
"I..." What else could he say? "Sure I do."
"That's my little angel-puff. Now just be a love and stay down there. Maybe give my honeypot a few kisses, while I nap for a couple minutes. You can do that for me, can't you?"
Remain there with her puss right in front of him, kissing it while she drifted off to sleep? It wasn't something he wanted but by then he was so entangled in the her web that he couldn't conceive of any easy way out. Just go along with her, he told himself, and later on this can all be fixed.
He told her, "I can do that."
"That's my love doll. I love it when you get into the spirit of things."
Callista pretended to doze for about a half hour. Each time he kissed her nether lips she purred contentedly. Why waste any opportunity to send Rob the messages she wanted him to internalize? Obeying Callista and pampering her puss pleased her. He was so dependent on her approval by then that it registered on his mind as a success for him.
The next several moves in the game she was playing could be tricky. She had to introduce them with care. She set everything into motion by not letting him finish when he jerked himself off. Callista teasingly suggested that it would be even more exciting for him if he had to wait. After a few nights of that -- with plenty of getting eaten and climaxing for her -- she went to the bedroom, got ready, and called to him in a singsong voice.
"Where's my good little Robby? Where's that guy who knows just what I like?"
Rob had been sitting on the sofa, naked again, sullenly wishing she would let him wear something. He perked up when he heard her voice. She sounded like she really appreciated him, which was a boost to his diminished ego. He hurried to get to her, assuming that he would have to perform cunnilingus but then possibly be allowed his postponed ejaculation. When he saw how she was dressed he was stunned. Callista had on a long nightgown with an empire waistline that showed off her magnificent, oversized breasts. She was standing there with an especially seductive expression on her face.
"Come over here, cute stuff. Let me feel how silky your skin has gotten." He went to her and she ran her fingers down his chest, making sure to touch his nipples. "Those products I got you are certainly working. I'm not going to be able to keep my hands off you. Mmmm. And why don't you sample how nice what I'm wearing feels."
A shiver ran through him. He felt along her sides, tracing the curve of her waist. He was too well conditioned by then to follow his instinct and fondle her breasts. To him it was heavenly. She encouraged him to do more, to feel her hips, then rubbed herself against his naked body. After he was well under the spell of all that contact, she spoke.
"You definitely like that, don't you? That smooth material gives you a thrill, doesn't it?"
"It... it does," he admitted.
"Well then, I have something special for you." She was standing by the head of the bed and reached down to pluck something out from under the pillow. It was a pair of pale blue, bikini-cut panties. "It'll be special for both of us once you put these on." She rubbed them over his chest. "And you did promise to trust me, didn't you?"
He remembered agreeing to trust her, but not making any promise about it. Still, there wasn't that much of a difference. His natural desire to avoid conflict added to the decision as he reached out to accept them. As readily as he gave in, Callista wondered if she should have gone directly to pink, rather than starting with the less girly blue. It didn't matter, however, as she was just going to continue moving forward.
As if in a trance, Robby stepped into one leg opening, brought it up slightly, and then got into the other side. It seemed like a momentous occasion as he shimmied them up his hairless legs and got them snugged over his small genitals and soft bottom. His girlfriend looked on approvingly. She took his face between her hands and kissed his forehead, making sure her breasts touched him. Next she reached down into the front of his panties to give his penis a reassuring squeeze. He twitched his hips and moaned. She kept her grip on his sprout.
"Let's go mess up the sheets, Robby," she said in an inviting voice. "Or maybe I should call you Robin." She used that 'handle' to get him to sit on the edge of the mattress. Then she let go and gestured for him to move to the middle and lie back. "That's right where I want you." She got next to him and swung her knee over his legs, so she was straddling his thighs. Before he had time to think, she started to inch her way up his body. "It's so hot seeing you wearing those, pretty boy. And I know you love having them on." She rubbed her mound against his erection through his thin lingerie. He felt warm dampness and realized she wore no panties. "That little guy always tells the truth." She chuckled and pressed her thumbs against his nipples, applying light pressure as if she was repeatedly depressing the spacebar on a keyboard. "And we both know you like this."
He thought maybe she was going to do something like giving him a lap dance. Instead she moved further up, over his chest, and got her knees on his upper arms. With one more adjustment she had her crotch above his face, her sleepwear draped over his head. Slowly Callista lowered herself until her mound had settled atop his mouth. She hunched against him a few times before he took the hint and dutifully began licking her. Half-smothered, he kept it up while his girlfriend began to sigh and become noticeably wetter. It felt strange to have his stiff penis inside those snug panties. He kept working to satisfy her and, three climaxes later, she at last dismounted from his face.
After that, using the excuse that he enjoyed being in panties, and telling him he was simply having trouble accepting it whenever he disagreed, she made sure he wore no male underwear. She made sure to call him Robin while she was also keeping up all her previous changes. She pointed out that he would look silly if he was in panties and his body hair grew back, so she ordered him a laser tool to keep himself smooth all over. Callista neglected to mention that, after enough uses, it would prevent the hair from ever returning.
Then one evening she produced a pair of panties with an open crotch. Telling him that he had been behaving well, she said there was a surprise coming. He got into the panties and nothing else. Callista stripped down completely and led him by he hand, like a child in need of guidance, to the bedroom. She took a few minutes to get him aroused with her usual simple techniques plus some dirty talk about letting him have real sex. When she got onto the bed on her back, his hopes rose. She let him stretch out between her legs in the missionary position, his dick scant inches from her precious entrance.
"Now move up a few more inches," she suggested, "until the tip of your wee-wee is touching me. There you go. Isn't that nice, Robin? So warm and moist? Hmmm?"
"Y... yes," he managed, his voice high and wispy. "It feels incredible.".
"Now keep being cooperative and you can finish there. Continue talking like that. It's sweet when you sound so girly." He was propped up on his straightened arms, his chest far enough above hers that she could reach his nipples and fiddle with them. "You can do that for me, can't you? Let me hear."
"Okay," he said, sounding convincingly feminine. "I'll be good. Just don't make me... stop... what... I'm doing."
"Of course not, Robin. I'm not a meanie. I just want everything a certain way right now." She wet her fingertips and used them again. "Okay?"
"Yes, dear," he gasped. "Whatever you say."
"Good girl," she told him, intentionally using the female designation. "But don't go in me any further yet. We want to make this last, don't we?"
"All right." He puffed. "Let's make it last... as long... as we can."
It was so wonderful for him to be, if not inside her, almost there. Callista's wet labia caressed the narrow head of his penis. Her moistened fingertips teased the receptive erogenous zones on his chest. It was all too much for Rob. Instead of being able to hold back and enjoy what was happening, he moaned, whimpered, and squirted his cream. He groaned at how premature he had been.
"I'm sorry." He was still using his femme voice.
"That's all right, baby. These things happen. I'll take it as a compliment. But you sure got me heated up, so my pussy is going to need some of that special care you give it with your mouth."
"Oh. Sure. I'll just go and get something to clean you up with."
"No, no, no, honey. I'm in the mood and I don't want anything to take me out of it. I need you down there with that talented mouth of yours right away. You do want to keep me happy, don't you, Robin?"
He wished she wouldn't keep using that name for him. And that she wasn't always maneuvering him into doing what she wanted with the way she said things. He was telling himself that this was too much, that it would be disgusting to eat his own spunk, and that he would sink even lower in her estimation. But he was already moving into position to serve her. Rob lapped up his first taste of ejaculate and gagged it down. He kept it up until she had the most violent orgasm he could remember. At last she settled down, patted the spot next to her, and got him to wriggle up against her with his face between her irresistible boobs. Callista patted his head as if he was a puppy and not her boyfriend. This seemed right to him. That's how emotionally needy for her he had become. She also coaxed him to act happy while she was manipulating him, saying it let her see she was succeeding in helping him. It was easy to instill the equation in his head. Behaving as if he liked whatever she did equaled winning her affection.
She began making additional changes to his appearance. Callista thinned his eyebrows, not a lot but enough that others could notice, even if they weren't sure what was different. She had him put on just a hint of blush in the mornings before going to work. And a light coating of tinted lip balm. It had become so automatic for him to speak softly and move gracefully at home that he did a scaled down version of both in the office. Before long one of his co-workers, Jason, took a special interest in him. The tall confident man was openly gay but not at all femme. He made mildly suggestive remarks and insisted on buying Rob coffee in the breakroom. Rob had to tell him that his girlfriend had switched him from coffee to tea.
"Oh?" Jason said. "Your girlfriend? You mean someone you're dating or just a girl who is your friend?"
Rob needed someone to share his plight with. Even though Jason might not be the best choice, he told him much of what was happening.
He described Callista's actions as, "She's trying to get me in touch with my feminine side. But I don't have one of those. I mean, not the way she thinks. It's so upsetting."
Jason gave him a sympathetic look. "That all sounds kind of upsetting. How about this? You give me your friend's phone number and I'll see what I can do to help."
"Would you? Really? Thanks so much."
"No problem. Always happy to help a damsel in distress."
Rob didn't understand why Jason said it like that but then figured it was just a gay way of speaking. Those people were so creative. It bothered him to have to be in close contact with Jason, but it would be worth the temporary discomfort to achieve a permanent solution to his problem. By the time he got home, Rob figured it was all settled.
Callista said, "Oh, that nice guy you work with gave me a call."
"Jason? Yeah. I guess you discussed everything with him."
"I did. And he had a lot to say. It's all taken care of. We understood each other perfectly."
Rob heaved a sigh and allowed himself to relax. "Thank you so much, dear. I didn't want the matter to drag on and on. I really owe you for talking to him. I was so afraid it would get out of control."
"Nope. Fully under control. Jason will be here at eight."
"What? Why is he coming here?"
"For your date, silly. I figured you might be nervous about it, so the two of you can just stay here and get better acquainted."
"We can't do that."
"I know why you feel that way. But trust me. You won't even know I'm around."
"That's not what I meant. I can't... He doesn't... I'm not..."
She waved aside his concerns. "Your feminine inner self has been coming out more and more. It's time to let it blossom. Instead of getting yourself all stressed out, you should be thinking about what you're going to wear. I picked something up the other day that I think is perfect. And I just know Jason will go gaga for it."
Rob stood there, waiting for some miracle to rescue him from this unthinkable trap. Instead, his girlfriend told him to just have some of the health shake she had made him and put into the fridge. He went numbly to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of the pale yellow liquid. It tasted strongly of bananas, so he assumed that accounted for the color. There were also flavors of pineapple and coconut. Then he went, still unable to fully accept his situation, to get a shower. Being naked under the warm spray reminded him again of his lost body hair. Using the soap and shampoo his girlfriend had bought him assured that he would smell flowery sweet. After he had brushed his teeth and used mouthwash, when the steam had cleared, he took a good look at his reflection. With his smooth cheeks and shaped eyebrows, he could see himself as Jason did. Adding in his new ways of speaking and moving finished the picture. Of course the gay man had assumed Rob was a kindred spirit and been attracted to him. And now there was some sort of misunderstanding involving Callista. He shuddered to think what the evening might involve.
He donned a robe Callista had gotten him, a short belted one in pink, with heavy, white, faux fur trim. He slid his feet into matching slippers. When he got to the bedroom there was more unwelcome news. Lying on the bedspread was a quilted bed jacket, lightweight and with short sleeves. Next to it were a pair of lounging pajama pants with bellbottom legs. The jacket was chartreuse and the pants were covered with swirls of gold and green.
Callista came in and saw him staring at it. She said, "I thought you could wear just that, with nothing else. Is that okay?"
"I... You can't... It's not enough."
"Not enough? I can fix that. Just in case you felt that way, I picked up this, too." From the dresser she took a long silky scarf that was light mint green and had fringe on the ends. She went to Rob, put it around his neck, and tied it under his chin. "What do you think? Leave the knot where it is or move it around to the side?" Before he could answer she decided, "The side will look better. Okay, Miss Queer-Bait, get yourself dressed. Oh, and I hope that term doesn't offend you. But I think once Jason sees you looking so inviting, that's what he'll think of you as." She patted him on the shoulder. "And I laid out the cosmetics that I figured would go best with your outfit."
"Yes, dear," he said in a hushed voice. Without thinking about it he added, "Thank you."
She kissed the air about six inches from his cheek. "My pleasure, Robin."
He put on the outfit and had to admit that it showed him off well. Except that wasn't something he wanted. With a sigh he sat down at the make-up table and put on a big paper bib to keep his top clean. She had taught him to do that when she started him applying his own blush and adding a light dusting of powder. She had also gotten him to watch her do her own make-up so he would know how it was done. Now he went to work with the cosmetics, remembering everything he had recently learned. There was green eye shadow to match what he was wearing. And long false eyelashes that would be shown off every time he blinked. Blush for his beardless cheeks. And gold lipstick, like something an exotic dancer or hooker might wear. Just to make sure he didn't anger Callista by holding back, he also used lip liner, as well as creating a faux shadow under his lower lip to suggest a pout. He could see just how effective his new look would likely be on Jason. That was another thing he didn't want.
There were wide hoop earrings that he screwed to the lobes of his as yet unpierced ears. His look was complemented with a half dozen slender metal bracelets that he put on his right wrist. There was even a wig on a stand. It was blond and cut short in a pixie style. He didn't have to be told why that was there. Rob fitted it over his scalp and checked in the mirror to make sure it sat right. He barely recognized himself. Strange sensations ran through him. He couldn't wait to get to the end of this troubling evening and then try not to think about it afterward. Once it was past, his girlfriend would understand that he wasn't the way she imagined he was.
Rob at last emerged from the bedroom. He found Callista in the kitchen, preparing some bitesize snacks. She had also set out some wineglasses and a corkscrew. She turned around and smiled.
"You looking fetching," she opined. "Or should I say seductive?"
"Do I have to go through with this?" he asked, even though he already knew the answer.
"You sure do, Robin. I don't want you in denial about your true sexuality. That's bad for your mental health. And when he gets here I expect you to smile and act welcoming. I mean that. Give it a chance. And go along with things as they happen."
"I..." It was difficult to offer any objections while looking the way he did. He lowered his eyes in surrender. "Yes, dear."
Moments later the doorbell rang. Callista, just putting away the food items she had been working with, asked him to get it. He didn't want to face Jason but what else could he do? Rob went to the door, adjusted the scarf around his neck even though it was already fine, and opened the door. To his horror he was facing not only Jason but also another of his co-workers, Tony.
After they had entered and Jason gave Rob a looking over, the gay man said, "You're gorgeous, Robin. And of course you know our friend Tony."
Wait. Robin tried to figure out what was happening? Was Tony gay? There had never been any sign of it that Rob could detect. What was going on?
Callista appeared, looking radiant. She said, "Jason, I love your jacket. And I definitely like who you brought along with you."
"This is Tony, who I told you about on the phone. Like I said, I didn't want you to feel all alone while Robin and I were getting to know each other better."
She went to Tony and put out her hand, which he took in both of his. The second guest was tall and darkly handsome. Rob stepped back. He hated seeing the way Callista gazed up at the interloper.
"Well," said Tony in a warm baritone, "I'm certainly glad to meet you, Callista. Sorry you're losing your boyfriend to Jason."
"I don't think of it as losing a boyfriend. It's more like gaining a girlfriend."
Everyone laughed except Rob. Callista suggested that he go get the snack tray and put it on the coffee table. He went to do it, aware that everyone was probably watching him and the swishy way he walked. As he was picking up the plate of snacks, Callista came into the room, accompanied by Tony.
She said, "Robin, you don't have to worry about opening the wine. Tony will take care of that. Wait a minute for him to pour a glass for Jason and then you can go out there and play hostess."
Callista watched as Tony effortlessly used the corkscrew. He poured a glass for Jason and handed it to Rob, who took the tiered plate by its top ring and returned to the living room. As he departed he heard his girlfriend -- EX-girlfriend, he worried -- murmuring something and the big man laughing. Jason was on the sofa. Rob set the plate on the low table and handed him the glass. Jason patted a spot next to him and Rob put himself there, moving and sitting in a most feminine manner. Jason put an arm around Rob and sipped his wine. He gave the cross-dressed young man's shoulder a squeeze.
"I'm really glad this all worked out," Jason said. "It's good that you're being honest with yourself."
As much as Callista had stressed to Rob that he should act accepting and even happy with his new role, he smiled uncertainly and said, "I'm glad too, Jason."
The confident man set down his drink and reached across to cup Rob's chin in his wide palm. He pulled with the encircling arm and tilted up Rob's smooth chin with that well-placed hand, at the same time angling his torso toward Rob. Suddenly Jason's lips were on Rob's and he was kissing him hard. So startled was the manipulated prey that he opened his mouth in surprise. Jason's tongue immediately slid in and ran all over Rob's. The unwilling date went limp, surrendering to the inevitable, and the soulful lip-lock went on and on. When Jason at last broke the intimate contact, Rob was gasping.
Jason said, "Sounds like you enjoyed that. How about some more?"
"I... if you want... Callista is..."
"Callista is busy with Tony in the kitchen. Though, having heard about his techniques, I doubt that's the room they'll stay in. So as long as he's going to get to have his fun, it's only fair that I have mine, too. Right?"
"I guess so."
"That's my girl." Jason delivered another probing kiss that again left Rob breathless. "You look ready. Why don't we just cut to he chase? I've been thinking about this since you started showing up at the office with your new look, sending out signals that you were interested."
"I... I'm not..."
Rob's training took over. He smiled and even licked his lips. Why was he doing that? How much had Callista conditioned him? He leaned toward Jason with his mouth opened to accept another passionate kiss. Then Jason moved him, off the sofa and onto his knees, between the bigger man's legs. The was an unmistakable bulge at the guest's crotch. Rob kept himself from whimpering. As if on autopilot he undid Jason's belt, opened his pants, and lowered his fly. The domineering man stood and pushed down his trousers and shorts. Rob was confronted with a cock much bigger than his own, already semi-hard. He couldn't stop staring at it.
In a last ditch attempt to stop this madness, Rob said, "But Callista and Tony. They might come in here and..."
"And what? Get a peek at the action? Remember, she wants this to happen. For your own good. And if she sees what's going on -- as she and Tony are heading for the bedroom -- well, that will just reassure her that everything is heading in the right direction."|
"O... okay," Rob responded weakly as Jason sat back down.
"Now be a good girl and do what you've been putting off for way too long."
Rob's lips were quivering. His nerves were tingling. He gingerly put his fingers on the waiting weighty organ and gave it a slight squeeze. Jason sighed. Rob got his other hand in there. As the shaft extended and the head swelled, it could more than accommodate ten fingers. He kneaded it gently and marveled as it attained it's full dimensions, a thick eight inches. He became weak in the presence of such vital masculinity.
"Come on, Robin," Jason urged. "Don't disappoint me. Not unless you want our date to include a spanking."
OMG. Was that a possibility? Rob could imagine the potent man putting him cross his lap and tanning his bottom. He knew he would make noise and Callista would hear it. Even if she spent one night with Tony, he didn't want that added humiliation. Against all his male hetero instincts, he opened his mouth, brought his face forward, and licked the dark swollen knob. Jason made an appreciative sound. Rob got his lips around the end of that impressive cock and sucked. He tried to think of the dream blowjob that he had always wanted and never gotten, and what it would include. He swirled his tongue around the perimeter and used it on the underside. Jason moaned. How disgraceful that Rob's first BJ was not being given to him by Callista or some other girl, but by him to his office-mate. He tried not to start weeping. At least he could hope his girlfriend wouldn't see.
That was when he heard someone approaching. It was Callista and Tony.
"Whoa," she said. "You're certainly a fast worker, Robin. You were never that quick with me. In fact, you really held back. Guess that was because I wasn't the girl for you. And that no female was. I'm just glad you're finally being honest about your true self. All dolled up and ready to suck."
Tony chuckled. "Way to go, Jason," he congratulated. "Maybe later we can compare our dates' styles."
The seated man blew out his breath. "Callista will have to go pretty far to beat this. It's like I have a sucker-fish on my cock."
Rob had sunk to the absolute depths of shame. It was unthinkable that he was being watched as he gave head to a gay man, while he was in convincing drag, by the girl he had thought he was going to go steady with and maybe even marry. How would he be able to go out with her or any girl after this? And what were his chances of getting married? He sniffled and took in another two inches of that enviable shaft, reaching what he suspected was his limit.
Callista said, "As much as I'd like to stay and watch Robin fulfill her dream, being around Tony and now seeing this dirty scene has gotten me all revved up. I need a real man's attention in the bedroom." She squatted down and put her hand on the back of Rob's neck. "Don't stop what you're doing. I don't want to interrupt your fun. Just remember what we discussed before. You know you love this, so it's important to let it show. Let Jason know how much you're enjoying yourself and how grateful you are to him for making a real woman out of you... or at least a real sissy." She laughed softly and straightened up. "Let's hit the sheets."
"We'll be a while," Tony assured Jason. "So take all the time you want, lovebirds."
Jason murmured something under his breath. They couldn't make out the words but his tone made it clear that he was too overcome by arousal to speak clearly. Callista led her new lover to the bedroom and very soon, over the sounds of his own sucking, Rob heard the unmistakable vocalizations of foreplay. It cut into his heart to have to listen to the woman he finally understood he would never have, as she was being possessed by an expert lover. Worse, it was while Rob continued to mouth that jaw-stretching member. Jason had him slow down to prolong the event. That made it easier to eavesdrop on Callista as she squealed and cried out in pleasure, leading up to an especially noisy climax.
Jason said, "Now that Tony has given her one he can take his time and give her the ride of her life. Once he's done with her, not only will she never think of you sexually again, but she probably won't be able to shut up about how fantastic he was. I'm sure you'll hear plenty about it. But right now I want you to take your mouth off me so you can lick my balls for a few minutes. That'll keep me up and ready without ending the terrific head you're giving me. Okay, sweet-lips?"
After what Callista had reminded him of, Rob heard himself saying, "That's a wonderful idea, Tony. I want this to never end." He kissed the insides of the man's hairy thighs, then raised Jason's cock so he could reach those heavy balls with his agile tongue. Jason must think he was a cock-crazed sissy. It wouldn't be hard to believe, with the way he was performing and the enthusiasm he was showing. Rob nuzzled the saliva-wet sac and even licked the creases where the man's legs met his crotch, places where salty sweat accumulated.
At Jason's command he got back to the main task, that overgrown cock filling his mouth while he purred around it and lovingly caressed the controlling man's testicles. At the same time, he could hear Callista once more mounting toward an orgasm. Rob lavished attention on Jason. Whatever Tony was doing made Callista cry out with joy. It was almost like a competition going in between the two pairs. Then the woman in the bedroom hollered. Seconds later Jason let out a strangled groan as he blasted his load into Rob's mouth. Tony grunted loudly, again and again. There were rising and falling sounds for the next minute and then a hush descended over the place. Rob gulped down prodigious amounts of semen, barely able to believe what he had just done, and especially confused by how he had made himself appear not only willing but eager.
"Hey," Jason said when he could speak again. "We all came at the same time. Or at least three of us did. We'll have to figure out what to do about your needs, Robin."
After that Jason showed up several more times, always ready to paw Rob and then receive his oral attentions. The gay man had fun nibbling Rob's ears, biting his neck, and playing with his highly receptive nipples. Not able to stop himself, Rob continued responding as if delighted. Callista also continued to see Tony. Her former boyfriend grew increasingly anxious as it became clear that he was expected to keep seeing Jason indefinitely. Then came an even worse shock.
"Robin," Callista announced one evening. "Tony is coming here to stay for the weekend. We want some privacy so Jason has agreed to have you at his place the whole time. And it's Memorial Day so you'll get three full days. Lots of time to cuddling and you-know-what. Jason says he has some fun games to play with you."
"Three days?"
"And nights. I offered to pack you a bag but he plans to keep you naked the entire time. I think he got the idea when I was telling him how I used to do that to you. Isn't that something?"
She sounded like it was all a fun joke. Rob was dreading it. But he had to go anyway. His willpower was long since gone, along with his male identity and, increasingly, his certainty about his sexual preferences.
Once he was at Jason's and naked, the other man couldn't keep his hands off Rob. The involuntary partner had to giggle and flap his hands with limp wrists, acting like it was the most fun he'd ever had. Then Jason decided they should take a shower together, so Rob could wash him.
"But you know what?" Jason said with sudden inspiration. "If we get clean now and then do something sexy, I'll just get all sweaty. How about if you suck me off first?"
"Oh, honey," Rob said, holding his face between his hands, "that would be marvelous." He broke the last word into three well-separated syllables, spoken with unrestrained excitement.
He got on his knees, naked, with Jason still fully dressed. Rob freed the cock of his boyfriend, as he was now required to think of Jason, and gave it an elaborate and spirited tending to.
As the clothed man neared the point of exploding he said, "Robin, I want you to finish me with your soft warm hand. Open your mouth wide and aim my cock so everything shoots right into your mouth. I want to be able to look down and see my spunk flying between your lips. Won't that be nice?"
Rob backed his mouth off the rigid pole and wrapped his fingers around it, to begin stroking very slowly. "That will be just yummy," he burbled. Why was the sissy speech coming so naturally to him? What was wrong with his head? "Yummy nummy."
He did it and received spurts of hot spunk that landed on his tongue. The final one hit his chin and he made a little performance out of scooping it off with his finger and then fellating the digit. Yummy nummy indeed.
In the shower he had to soap Jason all over. Afterwards he patted him dry with a big fluffy towel and then helped him into his colorful satiny robe. Rob wished he could have something to wear. He mentioned it to Jason.
"Sorry, honeybuns, but I really want you stark raving nude. Still, I do have one thing you could put on. I'm glad you reminded me. Come to the bedroom and I'll give it to you."
How could Rob stay naked if he was being given something to wear? He understood when Jason produced a male chastity device. There was a ring that went over the wearer's genitals and then a cap that attached to it, containing the penis. Except that in this case the cap was a very snug fit, even for Rob's small dick. Jason got it on him, with lots of tickling and patting, and then locked it and put the key in his robe pocket.
"There you go," he said cheerily. "Now when we're sleeping together I won't have to worry about you trying to rape me in the middle of the night." He paused a beat and then laughed out loud at the absurdity of that suggestion. "But seriously, I want you focused on my needs, so you can learn to postpone yours as long as needed. I will let you have an occasional ejaculation... maybe... if you're lucky... and it's the fifth week of the month."
"Oh, you big brute," Rob said with an extra helping of his submissive, sex-loving, pretend attitude. "You think up such fun things." It was even like his vocabulary had begun to shrink.
"And one more piece of good news. I'm having two buddies over a little later. You can serve us drinks. It will just be wine, so there won't be any mixing to tax your little brain. Now if the boys want to give your fanny a squeeze or sit you on their laps, I know you'll go along with it, smiling the whole time. Right?"
Other men seeing him in the nude? While he wore make-up and his pixie wig? He was abruptly on the verge of tears. Even so, he clapped his hands and insisted it would be 'real good fun'.
"Thank you," he told Jason.
"And they'll definitely want to check your chastity. Jab at it. Tug on it. And I'm sure they'll want to see how it keeps you from getting hard, so there'll be some nipple play and touching you here and there. But like you said, fun, fun, fun."
"Yes," Rob said, a bit overwhelmed. "Fun."
The holiday weekend stretched out before him. With two of Jason's close friends arriving soon. And no clothes in sight for Rob the entire time. Please, he pleaded silently, get me out of this. I'm straight. I had a girlfriend. I don't want Jason touching me and especially not other guys. And I don't want to have to give my -- boyfriend -- any more BJs. But even if he had begged out loud, who would have paid any attention? Really.
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