Dime Store Sissy
(M/M, mind control)
Adam is late. He speeds down the highway, music blasting out of his speakers, with only one thought on his mind: get to the gym. He pays $400 a month for personal training with the Vanessa, the cutest trainer at the gym, and damned if he is going to miss it.
To top it off, his bitch of a wife keeps texting him about diner. Like he gives a damn about what sort of lousy meal she is going to throw together that night. Everything the chubby woman cooks tastes like cardboard.
Once I get in shape, he thinks to himself, I am going to divorce her and get myself a hot little 20-year old with big tits.
He picks up the phone off the passenger seat, and as carefully as he can without hurting the bitches feelings, replies that he was in the mood for porkchops. That ought to end the conversation, for now at least.
Adam only took his eyes off the road for a minute, but when he looked up, he saw that his exit was rapidly approaching. His eyes flick to the clock on the dashboard. Five minutes until the session is supposed to start. No time to go the next exit and come back.
Without even checking his mirrors or looking around, Adam swerves to the right and crosses three lanes of traffic. Horns blare, tires squeal, and he narrowly misses two cars as he flies across the highway and down the exit ramp.
As he slows down to stop at the light, he sees that one of the cars, a blue BMW, has followed him. The driver blows his horn. Adam gives him the middle finger.
"Fuck you!" Adam shouts as loud as he can, even though he knows the other driver can't hear him.
The light at the stop turns green and Adam floors it into a right turn onto Constance Street and roars down the road towards the gym.
He doesn't notice the BMW following at a slower pace.
Adam turns from Constance Street onto Main Street, his tires whining on the road, narrowly avoiding two old ladies walking across the cross walk. He laughs at the horrified expression on their faces as they jump back onto the sidewalk.
His eyes dart to the dashboard clock. 3 minutes left.
But, just up ahead, he sees the parking lot and the end of his quest. He adds more speed and zips into the parking lot going 50 miles per hour. Slamming on his breaks, and laughing at his own audacity, he slides into a handicap spot nearest the entrance.
Adam isn't handicapped, but he bought a sticker and a rearview mirror "Handicapped" card online. He hangs up the card from the mirror and reaches into the back to get his workout clothes in a bag,
He glances at the clock: one minute left.
He opens the door, steps out, and comes face-to-face with a very tall man dressed in an expensive black suit.
The man is blocking his path.
"Dude. Move. I have to get in there."
The man doesn't move. But he does poke a finger directly into the center of Adam's chest.
"No. I don't think so," the man says with a smile, "I don't think you will be going to the gym today. Not unless you can pay me $200 in cash. And apologize."
"$200? For what?"
"For risking people's lives with your dangerous driving. And for inconveniencing me. For pulling across three lanes of the highway and endangering lives. For flipping me off. For nearly hitting those old ladies. I know you have exactly that much money in your wallet. Give it to me."
"Get out of my way."
"Not without the money," the man says taking a step closer.
"Oh really, and are you going to stop me?"
"Yes."
"How?" Adam say as he drops his bag and raises his arms for a fight.
"Like this."
The man pokes Adam in the chest again and Adam's legs give way beneath him. He falls onto all fours on the rough asphalt parking lot.
His head is swimming and he starts to pant. He feels weightless and heavy at the same time. His eyes roll wildly, and he can't see to focus on anything.
"How does that feel?'
Adam just moans and feels his stomach about to vomit his lunch onto the man's shiny black dress shoes.
"Get up."
Adam, his vision blurring and head pounding, opens his mouth to tell the guy to screw off but, instead, finds himself getting to his feet.
"Good boy. Get in the car. Passenger seat," the man says pointing to his right.
There, parked in behind Adam's Chevy, is the blue BMW he saw earlier.
Adam wants to tell the tall guy to fuck off. He wants to punch the guy. He wants to get into the gym and see Vanessa.
But, instead, he walks over to the BMW. The door is unlocked so he gets in and sits down.
Panic rolls through him. Questions fly through his aching skull. What the fuck is going on? Why do I feel this way? What is happening to me?
The tall man closes Adam's car door, walks around the front of the car, and gets in the driver's side. He starts the car, puts it in gear, and starts to drive around the lot towards the exit.
"I know you feel pretty awful right now," the man says while not taking his eyes off the windshield, "But that will soon pass. You will still be under my control, of course, but that feeling that your head is going to explode will fade. It is just a temporary side effect of my brain invading yours."
The man pulls out of gym parking lot and onto Main. He stops at the light turning left onto back onto Constance Street and then, when the light changes, turns.
"I bet you are wondering how I can do this to you. Control you. Make you do what I want. To be honest, I have no idea. It is just something I have always had. Now, tell me your name."
"Adam."
"Well Adam, I am Terrance. Normally I would say it was nice to meet you, but it isn't really, and I am not the type to lie."
The man accelerates gently down Constance Street towards the highway.
"You won't be able to speak unless I ask you a question. As far as resistance? There is none. You are mine for as long as I want. I recommend you sit there and relax."
Fuck you, Adam thinks, I am going to find a way out of this!
"No, Adam. Fuck you. You aren't going to find a way out."
Fuck! Can he read my mind?
"Yes. I can."
Adam tries to clear his thoughts. His head is a little less cloudy and his vision is coming back. Unable to move, and totally unable to speak, he sits there in the passenger seat as a deep sense of fear begins to fill him.
What the fuck is happening to me? Oh God! What is going on?!? Where are we going?
Terrence takes a sip from a coffee cup on the island in between them. Then he answers.
"We are going to see a friend of mine. Her name is Ivy. She is going to give me what I want. Now try not to panic too much Adam. It makes me a little queasy when you start to really lose it. Just relax and watch the road. In fact, I order you to relax and watch the road. See if you can guess where we are going."
Adam does as he is told and relaxes into the plush leather seat beneath him.
The man turns onto the highway that they both just left and accelerates up the ramp.
The man starts to whistle as he drives.
Time goes slowly for Adam as he watches the highway roll away under the car. His vision gradually clears and the pain in his head fades away, just as the man said would happen.
"We are going to exit 10. Mulberry Street. Ever been there Adam?"
"No."
"Not the nicest part of town, but I consider it a good place to visit sometimes."
Soon they come to exit 10 and the man turns on his signal and takes them off the highway. They ride down the exit ramp and, with a green light, turn right onto Mulberry Street.
What does he want with me? Where the fuck is he taking me?
"You will see soon enough. Stay relaxed. Stay calm. Everything will be alright."
My wife! The thought suddenly pops into Adam's head. When I don't come home, she will call the cops. They can trace my cell and find me.
"You left your cell in your car. And by the time your wife misses you it will be too late. I will just go to your house, ring the door, and convince her that you left. That you abandoned her. And that she should move on with her life. No one will come looking for you."
They cruise along Mulberry Street for several miles.
This isn't a good section of town, Adam thinks. They pass boarded up store fronts. Tons of gun and liquor stores. He evens sees a drug deal go down in plain sight when they stop at a light. The drug dealer, noticing him staring, gives him a wink.
"We are almost there. Look, you can see the sign from here."
Adam turns to look forward and his eyes seek the sign the man is talking about. There are several signs for various businesses, but the largest is a glowing neon sign on a pole high above the rest of the signs, that reads "Adult Video and News".
When the light changes, Terrance drives them through the intersection and down the street. He pulls them into the parking lot of the video store. There is only one other car, a beaten-up Ford, and Terrance pulls in next to it.
"Get out. Close the car door. Meet me at the front door."
Adam does as he is told, feeling a new wave of panic and fear wash over him, and goes to stand next to the front door to the store. Terrance, after locking the car, joins him.
"Follow me inside. If Ivy or anyone else speaks to you, you can answer their questions if they ask one, but don't say anything about what is happening, or I will punish you harshly. Come on, let's go in."
Terrance pushes open the door and Adam follows. What he sees inside is an assault on the senses.
First, the place is huge. Rows of DVDs, stacks and racks of toys, and aisles of clothing recede into the dimly light store in front of him. He can't even see the back. The next thing that hits him is the smell of marijuana mixed with a cherry-scented air infuser that is sitting on a stand next to the door.
"Hey Terrence! What the fuck man? Good to see you!"
Turning to his right Adam can see a glass counter with various sex toys and glass bongs. Behind it is a wall of DVDs and even video tapes displayed under glass.
A woman, with a nametag that reads Ivy, stands behind the counter next to a cash register. A joint burns in an ash tray next to her. She is full-on goth. Tattoos run up and down her arms and there is one on the left side of her face. He lips, eyebrow, ears, and one nostril are pierced.
"Ivy. Good to see you again as well. How has business been?"
"A little slow today. But its only 3:30. I expect a crowd in after 5:00. Who is your friend?"
"This is Adam. He was a bad boy today. I think he needs a lesson."
Ivy laughs.
"Temporary or permanent?"
"I haven't decided yet," Terrance says smiling at her.
"Cool. I will be ready either way. Go ahead and pick out some stuff. No charge. The back is already open when you are done."
"Thank you, Ivy."
"Hey, bring him back up when you are done so I can take a picture. Here is a measuring tape."
Terrence takes the tape and then selects a big shopping cart from a row of them next to the door.
"Come along Adam. Let's do some shopping."
The tall man pushes the cart between two DVD racks and walks deeper into the huge store. Adam follows.
Terrance, whistling again, walks the both of them through the DVD area and into a massive zone of clothing racks.
The clothing, if you can call it that thinks Adam, is universally slutty. Pink's and purples and bright greens assault the eye. Adam can see everything from a selection of thigh-high boots, to midriff baring mesh tops, to panties so tiny that no woman could possible wear them.
Everything looks cheap and poorly made.
"Well of course they are cheap and poorly made Adam. None of this clothing is meant to stay on for long. Ever wonder where strippers and hookers shop? This is the place. Everything here is meant to come off easily and quickly. Now, here we go to the Men's section."
Terrance walks past the racks of women's clothing and deeper into the gloom. Adam follows. They push past a big display of halter tops, most of them sheer pink mesh, and round a corner to find a large sign hanging over a large set of racks labeled "Men".
But they don't look likes men's clothing to Adam.
All around him are a selection of dresses, shoes, and outfits that look like women's clothes, but made in size for a man.
Panic and revulsion well up within him and his stomach feels like it is about to let go.
"Calm down Adam."
With the words from Terrance, Adam fades a little into a calm state and his stomach quiets.
"Now just stand there for a minute and let me measure. We want to get the size right. Spread your legs a little and stick your arms out. Like you were getting measured for a suit."
Adam obeys and Terrance walks over. The man pulls the measuring tape out of his pocket and starts to measure Adam's body.
When he is done, he walks back into the racks of clothing and starts to look at sizes.
"Close your eyes Adam. I want these to be a surprise."
The store vanishes from view as Adam closes his eyes. For the next several minutes all he can do is stand there and listen as Terrance, whistling once again, moves through the racks of clothing.
Adam can clearly hear the tall man selecting items and placing them in the cart. He knows he should be screaming for help. Doing something to end whatever this is. But he can't move and all he feels is calm.
"Ok you can open your eyes again."
Adam opens his eyes to see Terrance, with a cart full of clothing, walking towards the back of the store.
"Follow me Adam."
Adam follows along in his wake, trying not to look at the clothing around him. Instead he keeps his head looking to the left where a massive display of dildos, in an array of sizes and colors, runs along the wall.
"Here we are," Terrance says stopping in front of four booths built against the back wall of the store. Changing rooms.
"Let me put all of this in the room and you can try them on."
Terrance loads three armfuls of clothing into one of the rooms and then moves the cart out of the way. He walks over to face Adam.
"Here is what you are going to do my friend. I have selected five different outfits that I think will look very good on you. I have arranged them together. You will go in, put on each outfit, and then come out so that I can see you. Understand?"
"Yes."
"Good. Go to it."
Adam walks into the changing room and closes the door behind him. A full-length mirror is set into the wall in from of him and a bench is placed against the left wall. To his right hang five sets of clothing on hooks driven into the wall.
Over the next twenty minutes Adam puts on each outfit, exits the room, and shows himself off for Terrence.
Once he is done and standing there in the final outfit of the five, Terrance puts his hands in a steeple under his chin and thinks.
"I thinkÉ outfit number three. Put the rest of them in the cart and change into that one. I will be back in a minute."
Adam obeys and transfers the four outfits onto the cart before going back in and changing into the one Terrence selected.
Standing in the booth and looking at himself in the mirror, Adam feels revulsion and shame run through him. What has happened to me, he thinks.
"If you are done, come on out," Terrence says from behind the door.
Adam exits the booth to find Terrance standing there with a pair of pink stiletto heels with white lace fringe running around the foot holes.
"Put these on. See if they fit. There are two inches high, which shouldn't be too difficult."
Adam takes the shoes from the tall man and slips them on.
"Perfect. Okay, let's put these clothes back and go see Ivy.'
The man walks back through the store, stopping to return the clothes that weren't used, and then pushing the empty cart back into is place. Adam sways along behind him on the unfamiliar heels.
"Well, Ivy. Here he is."
Adam stands there while the goth woman admires him.
In addition to the lacy pink heels, Adam wears white lace thigh-high leggings, a pink and white schoolgirl skirt that barely covers his thighs, and a white mesh schoolgirl-style top.
"Turn around and bend over Adam. Show her the rest."
Adam does as he is told and bends over to show Ivy his pretty pink and white panties with a fringed slit running up the ass.
She claps and starts to laugh.
"Terry, this is your best one yet! OMG, he looks so cute! Here, let me take a picture."
Adam, still bent over, hears the snap and sees the flash of a phone's camera.
"Now stand up and face her so that she can get a picture of the front."
Adam, his face red from shame, stands up to face the woman. The camera clicks and flashes again as Ivy takes his picture once more.
"Ok. Got it. You can take him back now. I just opened the booths. It's nearly four thirty. Ought to be some customers rolling in soon."
"Excellent. I will see you in a bit Ivy."
"I'll be ready T," the woman says with a huge smile as she waves at Adam, "Have fun."
Terrance turns Adam around and adjusts the outfit once more where it has ridden up.
"Follow."
Terrance once more walks towards the back of the store and Adam follows careful not to fall off the high heels.
When they reach the back wall there is a doorway built into it with a red curtain drawn across it. Terrance sweeps the curtain aside and walks through. Adam follows.
Adam finds himself in a room that is lit by one red bulb hanging from the ceiling. It is pretty dark, but he can see a row of four doors running along the left-hand side. Another curtain hangs in a doorway across from him.
"We will go in there eventually," Terrence says pointing at the other curtain, "But for right now we are going to play in the booths."
Terrance opens one of the doors and motions Adam to go inside.
The booth is about 5 foot by 6 foot and lit by another red bulb. Carpet overs the floor except where a thick padded bench runs along the far wall at ankle level. A second bench, this one big enough for sitting, is placed against the right wall.
But what draws Adam's eye immediately is a hole, about four inches around and padded with what looks like duct tape, cut in the wall about four feet off the ground, right in front of the low padded bench.
"Put your knees on the bench. Face the hole."
Adam knows what is going to happen. He knows what this is. He has never been to a glory hole, but he knows about them.
He fights. Adam throws everything he can into turning around and running through the open door behind them. All his physical strength and mental strength are summoned in one burst of energy and he tries to push himself back away from the horror in front of him.
Despite the extreme effort, he feels his body walk forward, kneel down with his knees on the bench, and stare at the hole just below his eye level. He steadies himself on the bench with his right hand against the rough wall in front of him.
"Now before I turn on the light on the other side that signals we are in here, let me make a little statement. You deserve all of this. You endangered other people's lives. You nearly killed several people with your reckless driving. And then, you were rude to me when I confronted you about it. You even refused to pay me the $200 I knew you had in your wallet. You refused to apologize."
Terrance sits down on the bench and, as Adam watches, flips a light switch on the wall above the bench.
"You deserve this Adam. All of this. Everything that has happened since you parked you rcar, you earned with your irresponsible and reckless behavior."
Terrance pulls out his cellphone and starts to play with.
"Don't worry about this. Just texting my wife that I will be home late. I don't imagine we will be alone for too much longer and I don't want to miss a second of this show."
No sooner has Terrance had finished speaking than a large white flaccid penis, and a set of ball, pushes through the hole. The tip of the dick rests right on Adam's lips.
Terrence puts away his phone and looks over at the wall.
"Well, Adam. Look at the size of that cock. Doesn't that look tasty?"
Adam, since he was asked a question, is able to answer.
"No."
"Well too bad. Because it is going to be in your mouth very shortly."
A banging comes from the other side of the wall and a voice floats through the hole.
"You going to suck it or not?"
Terrance leans over to the side of Adam's head and whispers in his ear.
"Take him in your mouth Adam."
Without hesitation, Adam opens his mouth sticks out his tongue and moves his head forward to take the flaccid cock into his mouth. The tip slides over his tongue and past his teeth.
Adam feels the man start to get hard around his lips and mouth.
"Now suck it Adam. Blow him just like you like to get blown."
Adam closes his lips around the still partially limp dick and starts to bob his head in-and-out as he runs his tongue around the tip. That is the way he likes it so, on Terrence's instructions, that is the way he is giving it.
The taste and smell make him want to gag, but he keeps going.
"Don't forget his balls Adam. You have two hands."
Adam, steadying himself against the dirt wall with his right, raises his left to the man's thick ball sack and starts to massage it. A moan comes through the hole.
Adam bobs his head on the cock, teasing the man with his tongue, and slowly the prick starts to expand in his mouth until it is fully hard. The anonymous stranger's cock is thick and veiny, though only about six inches long.
Adam takes his mouth off of it and licks the length of it, from balls to tip, and then swallows it again while using his lips to form a tight O around it.
The man, obviously enjoying Adam's attentions, starts to hump, gently at first, through the hole and into Adam's waiting mouth.
"Good Adam. Good. Please him like you would want to be pleased."
Adam slides his mouth up and down the stranger's hard prick, licking as he goes. His jaw is starting to hurt a little, but he keeps going. He pulls his mouth off it long enough to run his tongue around the tip three times and then launches himself back onto it, his mouth closing around it.
The man is humping furiously now, and Adam is barely able to keep up. He opens his mouth as wide as he can and takes his left hand off of the ball sack and starts to work the man's shaft with it.
Another moan, louder and throatier this time, comes through the padded hole.
"He is going to cum soon Adam. I want you to take it all down your throat. Don't miss a drop."
Adam, filled with humiliation at being made to suck a stranger's cock through this hole in the wall in a little dirty room, closes his lips around the cock again and begins to bob his head once more.
Terrence was right. Another moan, even louder than the others, comes through the hole and the man's cock jerks and then explodes in Adam's mouth. Thick ropey spurts of cum launch themselves from the tip of the cock and begin to fill his mouth.
Adam, following directions, starts to gulp down the cum as quickly as it spurts out. The man's is jerking up and down inside of his head as more and more comes out.
After 20 seconds or so the cock stops shooting cum and the stranger on the other side of the wall pulls back. His cock slips from between Adam's lips and hangs in front of his face.
"All done? Turn to me and show me your mouth Adam."
Adam turns to Terrance opens his mouth. He has swallowed everything the man gave him.
"Nice job Adam."
The voice from the other side of the wall speaks again.
"Thanks buddy. Worth every penny."
Then the dick, that so recently came down Adam's unwilling throat, withdraws from the hole and vanishes from sight.
There is a beep from Terrence's pocket and the other man pulls out his phone.
"A text back from my wife. She is going to save me a some roast in the fridge. That is so nice of her."
Adam can hear the man typing.
"Another customer should be along in a moment, but while we wait, I am going to check the news. See what is going on in the world. You stay right where you are."
Terrence whistles to himself and continues to use his phone. Adam, the taste of spunk in his mouth, crouches in front of the hole unable to move.
Adam has no idea how much time passes, but it seems like hours go by before there is movement heard from the other side of the wall.
There is the sound a zipper going down and then another cock comes through the hole. This time it is already hard.
The dick, black and at least nine inches long, is standing straight up and it pokes Adam in the forehead.
"Holy shit!" Terrence says as he puts his phone away, "Look at the size of that thing Adam! Wow! You are going to have fun with that."
The cock waves around in front of Adam's face, looking for a hole to slide into.
"Go ahead Adam. Just like the last one. Make him feel good. Make him cum."
The dick pokes Adam in the cheek, then the nose, and finally finds his mouth as Adam opens wide and swallows it. He slides his head forward as far as he can, but the tip of the monster impacts the back of his throat about three-quarters of the way down.
Adam pulls back, his lips closed around the big black cock, and pushes his head forward once again. He raises his left hand and wraps his fingers around the thing in his mouth and starts to work the shaft below where he can reach with his mouth.
This time, the man doesn't wait, but immediately starts to hump himself in and out of Adam's mouth. They quickly find a rhythm and Adam starts to lick around the shaft with his tongue while bobbing his head in time with the thrusts.
The prick, even thicker that the last, stretches Adam's mouth and the ache in his jaw increases.
He bobbles his head up and down on the massive prick and teases the head with his tongue. It tastes and smell different than the one before, and Adam's stomach rumbles against this.
He pushes his head forward, licking as he goes, and then takes the monster out of his mouth and starts to use both his hands to work his way up and down it. He flicks his tongue over and around the tip, paying special attention to the underside of the dick and then pops it back into his mouth and takes it in as far as he can go, which isn't much farther than before.
His hands are a blur rubbing and griping the cock near the balls where his mouth can't reach.
"No Adam. You aren't getting away that easy. I want to see you take all of him inside of you. I want to see your lips on his balls. Do it now."
Unable to fight the instructions, Adam surges forward and, despite his gag reflex threatening to choke him, swallows the entire black cock down his throat until his lips close around the hairy balls at the other end. He can feel his throat closing uselessly around the end of the shaft.
"Good job!" Terrence says clapping his hands.
"Oh fuck!" comes a voice from the other side of the wall, "Just like that."
Adam, choking on the prick, pulls back and lets it slip out of his mouth once again. Then he dives forward onto it once more, going as deep as he can until the man's cock is shoved down his throat again.
The man starts to hump forward once again and Adam chokes around his prick. He pulls off of it again, running its length with his mouth and griping it as tightly as he can with his lips.
The first man had come relatively quick, but the second man now on the other side of the wall needs much more attention.
Adam, his jaw and throat aching, continues to shove his head down onto the shaft until his lips bury themselves in the man's thick pubic hair.
"While you are down there, lick his balls."
Adam obeys and the next time he reaches the end of the dong, sticks his tongue out and licks the man's balls a couple of times before sliding back up and off of it.
"I want him to cum on your face. Stop using your mouth. Jack him off until he blows a load right on you."
Adam stops blowing the man and puts both hands on the dick, wet from his saliva, and starts to jerk and rub up and down as fast as he can.
The man on the other side of the wall, who must have heard Terrence, speaks again
"That's it bitch. Jerk that cock. Jerk it hard. I'm going to cum right on your fucking face!"
Adam's hands travel up and down the prick, making little circles around and down the shaft as he goes.
"Use your tongue a little Adam."
Opening his mouth, Adam starts to lick the tip of it like an ice cream cone.
"Fuck I am cumming!" comes from behind the wall and an shower of cum, far bigger than the last one, explodes from the tip of the monster black cock and flies up onto Adam's face.
"Stop moving. Sit there and take it Adam," Terrance says from behind him.
Adam stops moving his hands and sits still as the stranger's cum jets out of the end of his cock and lands on his eyes, his forehead, and all of his lower face.
When it is done, the man swings his dick around Adam's mouth and wipes his remaining cum off on his lips. Without another word the cock disappears back into the hole and the sound of a zipper comes through.
Terrance reaches over and flips off the light switch on the wall.
"That was very good Adam. Very good. You made both of those men feel great. How do you feel?"
"Ashamed."
"Well that is to be expected isn't it. But trust me, you won't feel that for too much longer. Things are about to really get interesting. Follow me."
Oh God, Adam thinks, what could be worse than what I just did?
The tall man stands up, opens the door to the booth, and walks out. Adam stands up and follows. They walk across the hall to another door and Terrance opens it.
It's a bathroom.
"Clean your face up."
Adam goes in, turns on the sink, and washes his face. He dries it with some towels from a dispenser on the wall. When he is done, Terrance motions him out of the room and closes the door behind him.
"Before we go in there, I think we need to make a little change. Adam is a boy's name and you aren't dressed as a boy. You need a new name. Now let me thinkÉ"
Terrance stands there staring for a moment.
"Katie. That is it. Your new name is Katie. Can you say your name?"
"Katie."
"Good. Now, until I tell you to stop, that is the only name you will answer to. Understand?"
"Yes."
"Now, let's see what is behind curtain number two!"
The other man puts his hand on Adam's back and walks him towards the second curtain that covers the doorway across the hall.
Terrance pulls aside the curtain and shoos Adam into another room. Lit by a bunch of red bulbs hanging from the ceiling, this room is big, very big, the walls are all covered with mirrors. Running down both walls, and arrayed in a row down the center, are white leather couches.
A sign, just inside the door, has two arrows. The arrow pointing the right has the word "Straight" above it. The one to the left "Gay".
The left side is empty, but there are people on the right side of the room. Adam can see several couples, men and women, on couches spread out down the room. Two of the women are up on the couches giving men blowjobs and one couple is fucking with the woman's loud moan's filling the room. Soft music that might be jazz plays softly from speakers in the ceiling.
Terrance pushes Adam towards the left side of the room and they walk further in.
Adam looks to his left and sees himself in the mirror in the women's clothing and walking on the high heels. He starts to cry.
"Here now. None of that. Stop it right now."
Adam stops crying immediately, but his feelings about seeing himself dressed like a woman, a slutty woman, don't change.
"Sit down on this couch. Stay there quietly."
Terrance guides him onto a couch against the left wall and looking over towards the straight side across the way. A woman who looks completely methed-out, and who is obviously a very cheap hooker, is going down on what looks like a homeless bum on the couch across from them. The hooker stops what she is doing, looks at Adam, and smiles.
"Well there is no one on our side yet, but I am sure someone will be here soon. I will text Ivy to let her know we are back here."
Terrance pulls his phone out and starts to type on it. Adam sits still and watches the action across the room. Unable to stop his natural urges, he can feel his dick getting hard.
Terrence's phone dings.
"Ah good. Ivy says she is sending a customer back right now."
Terrance continues to text on his phone, but Adam starts to look at the curtained doorway with fear welling up inside of him. A minute or so later the curtain parts and a man comes in. He wears a simple white t-shirt and jeans. He looks around the room for a moment, sees Adam and Terrance, and begins to walk over.
"Here he comes now. Let me just get out of the way."
The tall man stands up and walks to the couch across for Adam and sits down again.
The man, looking back and forth between them, stops walking.
"Come on over," Terrance says, "I am just here to watch. My toy is here to play."
The man starts to walk again and comes over to stand in front of Adam. He is large, at least 6'2, and very muscular.
"What is your name?" the man says looking down at Adam.
"Katie," he hears himself say in a weak voice.
"Well, Katie. Do you want some cock in your mouth?"
Adam tries to fight. He closes his lips and shakes his head.
From behind the man, Terrance speaks up.
"Of course, she does. Adam, tell the nice man you want his cock and then show him what you can do. Take it all the way down."
Adam looks up at the giant man standing before him.
"I want your cock. Give it to me please."
The man doesn't pause. He unzips his jeans, lowers his underwear, and his erect cock springs free.
It is seven inches and at least two inches around. Shorter than the last dick Adam sucked, but much thicker.
"Go on Katie," the man says, "Suck it you little whore."
Adam, as instructed, leans forward and swallows the cock. This time he slides his face all the way down the prick until his lips touch the man's ball sack. Then he sticks his tongue out and licks the hairy sack.
"Oh yeah. Good girl. Just like that," the man says as he puts on hand on the back of Adam's head and holds him in place. When Adam begins to choke a little, the man releases him.
Adam pulls all the way off the man's white cock and starts to use his hands to jerk it off. He licks the tip with his tongue and then removes his hands and dives down one more to take the entire cock deep into his mouth.
Adam keeps blowing the man for several minutes and the man continues to hold Adam's head on his cock until the gag reflex starts.
"Does she fuck?" the man says shifting around to see Terrance.
"She does. Katie, stop blowing the man. Get up, turn around and lean over the back of the couch."
Adam lets the prick fall out of his mouth and stands up. He turns and climbs onto the couch with his chest resting on the back of the piece of furniture.
He can feel the man behind him flip up his skirt to reveal the slutty pink panties with the slit down the back.
"Well isn't that pretty. You are wearing very nice panties Katie. I think I will leave them on while I fuck you."
Terrance clears his throat.
"Sir, she is a little tight. It is her first time. You might need this."
"Thanks buddy."
Adam can't see what is happening, but he soon feels his panties being pulled apart and a sharp object touch his ass. The object, small but firm, pushes forward and slips inside of him. He cringes and puts his head down against the mirror in front of him on the wall.
He whimpers as the object travels inside his virgin asshole and stops about an inch in. Then he feels a cold sensation in his bowels and the object is pulled out slowly. The cold feeling follows it out.
"That ought to be enough lube. Thanks for that man."
Lube. Oh God, thinks Adam. I am about to get raped!
He feels another object, warm and wet, slip through the panties, part his ass cheeks, and stop against his hole.
"I am going to make sure you enjoy this Katie," the man says
Without hesitation the man grips Adams hips and pushes forward causing Adam a massive amount of pain. He takes a deep breath and whimpers again as the man's cock pushes against his virgin hole.
"Don't cry you little whore. I promise you are going to like this."
The head of the cock pushing against his ass, Adam tightens himself as hard as he can, but the man is stronger and with Adam's hole lubed so well there isn't a ton of resistance. It doesn't take long until the head of the cock pops into Adam's butt and takes his virginity.
"Oh my GodÉ" Adam says and starts to cry.
"Oh yes," says the man and he grips Adam's hips even harder and begins to slide himself further up inside his asshole.
Adam's body protests, pain roaring through him as the man's seven-inch cock violates him and sinks deep inside. Just when Adam thinks he can't take anymore, he feels the man's balls touch his own and the pain stops for a moment.
"You like that whore? You like my big cock inside you?"
"Katie, answer the man. Tell him how much you love it."
"I love it. I love your cock inside me."
Adam jumps a little as the man starts to withdraw from him. He can feel the lube squishing around in his hole as the cock is slowly pulled out. When the tip is just at the entrance, the man pushes in again and the whole process starts over. Adam can feel the man go even deeper this time and actually push into his bowels.
He starts to cry even harder.
"Can you make her shut up? She is bumming me out."
"Katie. Hush," Terrance says from behind her.
Adam immediately shuts up and stops crying.
The man pulls back until he is nearly out, then pushes himself back in again. Harder this time. Adam can feel the warm cock in his ass as it slides along the lube and penetrates deep inside of him.
Soon the man starts to pick up speed and the pain starts to fade as the big white cock slips in and out of Adam's butthole.
"It would be nice if she were a little more into it man."
"Oh," Adam hears Terrance says "I can fix that. Katie, you are enjoying yourself now. You like it. You enjoy the feel of a cock up your ass and being treated like a slut. In fact, you are going to encourage him like the good slut you are."
Adam, hearing this, grips the back of the couch with his hands and starts to push back against the man who is shoving a prick deep into his guts.
"Fuck me," Adam hears himself say, "Fuck my tight little virgin hole with your big fat prick! Do me like a slut!"
The cock is jackhammering in and out of Adam's ass and instead of feeling disgust, Adam finds himself enjoying the feeling of being fucked. He is pushing back as hard as he can, as the man rams himself forward in and out of Adam's puckered hole.
"Yeah! Fuck me like that! Stick your cock all the way into my ass! I want it! I want it bad!"
Adam is overcome. His head is swimming and his vision is blurry. He can't think of anything but cock. He wants it and wants it so bad!
"Give me that cock! Give me all of it! Fuck my ass!"
The man picks up even more speed and soon all Adam can feel is the delicious sensation of the man's cock sliding up and down in his butt.
"Is it Ok if I cum inside of her?" Adam hears the man ask over his shoulder.
"Sure, go ahead. She will love it. She will even tell you how much she loves it. Katie, ask him to cum in your ass."
"Cum in my ass. Cum deep inside me. I want to feel your load inside me. Do it. Do me!"
The man groans and stops moving, his prick twitches inside Adam and he can feel a warm sensation filling him. The man pulls out slowly and the sensation follows his prick as the man cums deep inside Adam's butt.
When the man reaches the end of his orgasm, he abruptly pulls out and the end of his cock dangles on Adam's hanging balls.
"Fuck that was good," the man says as he smacks Adam across the ass hard, "You are a good little slut. I haven't cum that hard in a while."
The disgusting feeling returns. Adam lies there, his ass leaking cum and spread open for anyone in the room to see, and tears start to fall from his cheeks again.
"She is crying again."
"Katie stop that."
Adam stops crying.
"Thanks for the fuck man."
Adam can hear a slapping sound behind him as the two men high-five.
"No problem," replies Terrance, "I am happy that you are happy. Have a good day."
Adam can hear the sounds of footsteps fading away and sees the man in the mirrored wall walking away towards the curtained door.
"Don't get too comfortable Katie. We have another customer."
Oh noÉ Oh God, thinks Adam and he turns around to see another man standing behind him with his fly unzipped and his dick hanging out of his trousers.
"Oh noÉ" says Adam.
Three hours, and nine men later, Adam, his butt squishing with loads of cum, follows Terrence through the curtain and back out into the store. They walk down the aisle and stop at the checkout area where Ivy is smoking another joint.
"How did she do?" Ivy asks.
"Well she had some initial problems, but by the fourth one she was really getting into it."
Ivy leans back against the wall and smiles at Adam.
"You will be happy to know that two of the customers specifically requested her the next time they visit."
"I am sure he will be happy to see them again."
"What do you call her?"
"Her name is Katie."
"Alright, well I guess I owe you some money," Ivy says as she opens the cash register.
"$200 is the price."
"Pretty cheap." Ivy says.
Adam, now Katie, watches as Ivy counts out ten $20-dollar bills into Terrance's waiting hand.
The other man turns around and waves the money in Katie's face.
"See, now if you had just apologized and given me the money, none of this would have happened Katie. But I think you will be very happy here. At least until someone decides to buy you."
Katie, her heart breaking, just looks at the man with more tears in her eyes. Terrance stares in her eyes and puts a hand on either side of her face.
"You are Katie now. Now and forever. You will stay here, live here, and be a good little slut until Ivy sells you to someone else. You will never be Adam again, although you will remember everything about your past life. Don't worry Katie, eventually you will come to love your new life and all the men who come here and give you their attention. And their cum."
Terrance removes his hands from Katie's head and turns back to Ivy.
"Time for me to go see his wife and tell her that he ran off. You take care now and I will see you again soon."
"Bye, T."
The tall man walks out of the store and into the night. Ivy turns to face Katie.
"Ok. Let's get you a little food. You must be hungry. Then you can see some more customers. Follow me."
Katie follows the pierced goth girl towards the back of the store and into her new life.
The End
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