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Joey's Transformation
Joe arrived at the penitentiary with many fears that were not only natural but essential for his survival. One of which was that he had the kind of body and looks that would attract the attention of a lot of inmates that he definitely did not want. He was 6', blonde hair, blue eyed and mostly hairless. His legs, thighs and buttock were muscular and as large the top part of his body, which caused one of his buds to tease he had big "childbearing hips".
So far in his life Joe had only been sexual with women. Unlike many straight men, he had no deep aversion to man-on-man action and had jokingly described himself as heteroflexible. However, in his current situation he would have to be "flexible" in more ways than one. The question was how traumatic that change would be. Joe knew that partly depended on him finding the protection of one man rather than be fair game for all "cummers".
So Joe was somewhat relieved when he was getting the attention of a broad-shouldered, big-muscled man named Stanley. Stanley was 6' 5" with a rugged face that couldn't be really be described as handsome, but he was far from ugly. His face was masculine with a lantern jaw that had a dimple in the middle. His face wore a permanent 5 o'clock shadow. His hair was jet black. While he looked at Joe with intense, dark brown eyes, Joe felt as though he was on an auction block being inspected.
SIX MONTHS LATER:
While Joey was cleaning the toilet in the rear of their cell, he briefly reflected on how much he had changed since his arrival here. He realized that he had been amazingly lucky to have a Man like Stanley. Right from the start and right up to the present, Stanley was slowly and persistently crafting Joey into a total queer. It wasn't just giving head and getting fucked. It seemed like Joey's entire being was being changed.
More and more Joey felt his entire purpose was serving Stanley and especially giving intense sexual release. Joey felt a deep need to give all of himself for Stanley's enjoyment. He was utterly astonished how complete and permanent this alteration had been from straight man to cock-loving faggot. Joey had not just gotten used to giving Stanley total service, he craved doing it. He ached to make Stanley proud of him. It's like he felt magically alive only when he was a being a slutty whore dog for his Man.
Joey looked forward to getting at Stanley's 9 inches of delicious cock, licking his balls, giving Stanley complete tongue baths, digging his tongue up Stanley's asshole, and whatever Stanley wanted. Stanley had been gentle letting Joey get used to his 9" of steely hard boner. By this time, however, Joey yearned for hot brutal animal sex where Stanley fucked skull and pounded his loose and sloppy ass-lips wide open.
Stanley had made sure his queer, boner-kissing slutboy had become an expert cocksucker. With Stanley's training, everything about Joey's mouth, lips and throat were designed to getting on knees in front of his fucking hot, horny Man and giving him one hell of a hummer. Stanley had trained Joey's mouth and throat to be a cunt for his hard driving, swollen hard-on.
Astonishingly, Stanley's training did not just mess up Joey's head. It was changing Joey's physiology. Real men have a little dip of flesh hanging at the back of their throat called a uvula. Stanley was transforming the tissue at the back of Joey's throat into a clit. Each time Stanley rubbed the luscious head of firm love muscle back and forth at the back of Joey's throat, Joey got an intense feeling of orgasm centered in his throat. It was like Joey had a little penis at the back of his throat and his Man's throbbing dong masturbated that little penis at the back of Joey`s throat and Joey felt a little orgasm. No wonder that Joey couldn't get enough of Stanley's fuckmeat jabbing into his mouth.
(To be continued)
Please e-mail if you want this story continued. For us cock worshippers like Joey, e-mail me and tell me all the ways you've developed your talents in giving service to real men. And for all those Stanleys out there, drop me an e-mail to tell me just what you could do for bitches like me and Joey.