Pussyboy, part 2 by Gregstone@eroticstories.com
Joey was disoriented when he woke up in Greg's bed. The familiar sights of his own bedroom were missing, then he remembered the past day and a half: meeting Greg at the cafe, being taken to his condo, and the evening and following day of indescribable sexual pleasure. The pleasure of serving his man.
Joey made breakfast for them again. At the table Greg said, "You're the hottest little bitch I've ever been with. I love fucking you." His coarse and demanding style of speech made the young man blush. At least the blushing warmed him. Ever since the first night Greg had made walk around the apartment wearing only girl's panties, if anything at all. He shivered a little at the table in the cool morning air. "A shower will warm you up," said Greg as he looked over the Sunday paper. Joey skipped off to get it going.
In the steaming, grey-tiled shower Joey soaped himself lightly but nervously; he knew what was coming. Greg entered and undressed, slowly exposing his muscular, somewhat hairy body to the effeminate, delicately built 20-year old in the shower. Joey's knees went weak at the sight as Greg stepped in, his thick, flaccid cock hanging deliciously over his heavy balls. Joey knelt down at once and gathered the warm tube of flesh into his mouth, sucking and moaning while he caressed the large testicles.
"Mmmmm yeah, there's a good girl," groaned Greg. "Be a good girl and get my cock nice and hard." The twink sucked obediently on the stiffening meat until it was all the way in and very hard. Greg braced his hands against the shower wall and started to thrust slowly in and out of Joey's smooth lips. The boy tried not to gag.
"Fuck, that's good. Mmmm, fuckin' hot little slut..." moaned Greg as he savored the morning blowjob. He loved the sight of smooth young man with the shoulder-length blonde hair servicing his dick, his little bubble butt perched enticingly on his heels. He wanted to play with the little boypussy.
"Have you cleaned yourself?" asked Greg.
"Yes, daddy," said Joey. Greg looked him over coolly, then ordered him to stand and turn around. Joey shuffled around with his hands clasped in front of him. Then he felt Greg's firm tracing down his back, kneading his skin, probing under his armpits, then finally reaching his little butt. Joey sighed and bent forward ever so slightly.
"I think you've done a lousy job," said Greg. His hand crept in between the twink's soft buttcheeks and pried them apart. "Let me see." Joey parted his thighs a little and bent forward a bit more. With both hands Greg parted the smooth ass and knelt down behind it. He rubbed a thumb up and down the crack, pressing firmly against the small brown anus.
"You're still dirty," he said, standing up with disappointment in his voice. "If you want to be my bitch, you've got to keep yourself clean. Otherwise, no cock." With the last word he delivered a huge, stinging swat on Joey's ass. A small cry escaped his lips as the warm pain spread across his butt.
Greg soaped his hands up noisily. The sound made Joey's little penis stiffen as he imagined where the soap would end up. Sure enough, a well-lathered hand was soon rummaging in between his cheeks, scrubbing it clean and also tickling his shithole. Joey moaned and bent forward, grasping his knees. Now Greg began slowly prodding a soapy finger against the tight little muscle; Joey flexed and made it loosen up. The finger slid in quickly, until he felt Greg's knuckles pressed hard against his ass. Once inside, Greg wriggled the finger around and began to fuck Joey with it, pumping the soap right into the warm chute.
"Oooooh, oh baby," sighed the little faggot as the finger plunged into his ass. "That feel so good...." Greg took the shower head and ran the warm water over his crack, rinsing out the soap and relaxing Joey's anus even more. Greg dried him off with a towel and laid him face down on the bed again. By chance, Joey's face was lying right on top of a big cum stain; it was so large it had to have been Greg's. He inhaled deeply, loving the strong manly scent of sweat and cum mingled together. It made him lightheaded.
"Now you'll see why I want you to be clean," said Greg. He spread Joey's thighs wide and began to massage them, moving gradually up to his ass. Gripping a white, hairless globe in each palm, he forced them apart and lowered his mouth to the fragrant little fag pussy. He kissed the tiny brown opening. Joey shivered with pleasure and sighed. Greg kissed it again very slowly then, as if it were a girl's mouth, began to French-kiss it, sticking his tongue straight up the anal chute.
Joey gasped and let out a small cry. The soaping and warm water had relaxed him so much that he'd opened right up for Greg at once. The warm tongue was already inches deep inside him, stretching his boycunt and sending waves of indescribable pleasure through his body. At the same tie Greg was roughly caressing his asscheeks, then running his hands up Joey's side to pinch his cool little nipples.
"Mmmmm, ooooh God!" cried Joey. He'd never felt so girlish, so submissive before, not with any man. He'd never felt a tongue so deep up his ass. "Yes, eat me," he sighed. "Eat my little pussy out. Make me cum, baby." Greg continued the slow, wet tongue fuck, occasionally withdrawing it to flick the tongue rapidly over the hole, which snapped shut instantly as he left it. He watched the round knot of muscle twitched as his tongue danced over it, and he savored the initial flinch of resistance as he pushed back into to eat his little pussyboy out some more. He loved his little fagboy.
Greg was hard as a rock and satisfied with pussy-eating. He climbed up over Joey as if about to do some pushups, then without guiding it with his hands, slowly worked his thick cock past the anal muscle. He entered smoothly and painlessly, though the twink's hole was still deliciously tight and wet on his fat rod. Joey gasped as Greg entered him all the way in one slow shove.
"Unh, yeah!" grunted Greg. Though he was in all the way, he continued to push, shoving Joey deeper into the mattress. "Nice fucking cunt...fucking pussy...unh!" He started pumping vigorously into the twink's ass, smacking loudly against his asscheeks. His arm muscles tensed magnificently as they braced his body against the savage thrusting of his pelvis. Joey looked over at the mirrored closet doors beside the bed: there he was, pinned immovably to the bed by his man's weight and constant pounding. Greg had grasped Joey's wrists and was holding them tight so he could not move, and the weight of his lower body was keeping the rest of him nearly immobile. The feeling of the stiff, thick cock reaming his asshole drove him wild, and he kicked his lower legs and feet in ecstasy.
"Yeah, fuckin' cunt...fuckin' bitch!" shouted Greg. Sweat was dripping off his brow and chest onto Joey and the bed. His pounding was causing Joey's stiff little penis to rub exquisitely over the cotton sheets.
Suddenly Greg released his wrists and sat up, straddling Joey's ass and his cock still buried deep inside him. He seized Joey's slim hips and began a combination of thrusting and pulling Joey's ass back to meet his thrusts. Sitting up like this made Joey's ass feel even tighter, and Greg groaned with pleasure as he felt the hot little hole gripping his cock.
"Oooooh, yes!" squealed the twink. "Fuck me baby, please fuck me hard! Aaaaah!" He let out the last cry as Greg reached down to deliver a good, sharp swat on Joey's ass. This was followed quickly by another one on the opposite cheek, then another. Greg timed the spanking to hit just as his cock was all the way in. The slight pain made the boy's asshole tighten around his shaft. He swatted those smooth, firm globes over and over again.
Joey loved the spanking as it combined with the rough fucking action up his boypussy. His penis rubbed harder and harder into the sheets, until finally, with a high-pitched wail, he came all over them, releasing a delicate spray of fragrant boycream onto the cloth.
The orgasm made his asshole clench up even more. Greg grunted as his cock was seized in the hot grip of the anus that flexed over his stiff organ. He felt his balls start to tingle.
"Uuuuunhh, fuck! Fuck!. Yeah, bitch! Fuckin' take it! Aaaaarh!" He slammed forward one last time and unleashed volley after volley of hot cum up the boy's ass. Grinding his pelvis deeper against Joey's ass, he continued to pour out an incredible dose of jizz, until at last he collapsed onto him, crushing the twink beneath his weight and sweaty heat. He lay there for a while with his head next to Joey's. With his delicate hands Joey caressed Greg's hair while the hard cock softened inside him.
They were driving around downtown that afternoon in Greg's black Honda coupe. Joey was dressed in a sort of club outfit that he'd picked up at his apartment on the way downtown--tight-fitting pants and a tight red t-shirt under a trendy bubble jacket, and underneath a small pair of pale blue panties.
"You can stay with me for a while," said Greg. Greg liked heavy metal, and was playing Tool on the car CD player, his favorite band. Joey didn't like the harsh, violent music, but he knew not to say anything. Definitely no Madonna in this car. "I'd also like you to take the week off work, since I've got it off too. And don't give me any shit about people not wanting to take your shifts. I don't care." No one had ever spoken to Joey that way, but then again, no one had ever used and fucked him like Greg. He looked admiringly at his man: he dressed very conservatively in a woolen v-neck sweater with a button-down shirt and pleated chinos. He had a black suede car coat on top of that...a parting gift from his last boytoy.
Joey daydreamed about the past couple of days as they drove around. He felt a little changed, as if he'd become something new, a different person determined by Greg's needs and passions. His anus had become a pussy, his mouth a tool for sucking cock, his hands, his nipples...all for Greg, for his cock and mouth. Greg must have read his thoughts, for just then he reached over with his right hand and ran it gently over the twink's slender chest, pausing to tweak each nipple. They stiffened instantly and Joey leaned back in the seat....
Greg gave Joey a piece of paper and a hundred dollars in the parking lot. "I hate shopping," he said. "So get these things for me. Be back in an hour." Then he turned and crossed the street towards a pub. Joey stood silently in the lot, admiring Greg's confident gait as he crossed the street under the falling snow. He smiled warmly but nervously. On the list were some groceries and a few odd items: vaseline, rope, cotton balls, and some women's lingerie.
"I'll be back, baby," he said quietly.
"Very good," said Greg as he pushed away his emptied dinner plate. The approval warmed Joey: he'd made his man a nice meal and done the table up with candles and flowers. Then Greg looked over at him and winked. "What's for dessert?"
Joey walked slowly over to him. He really did have a swishy walk, but it was accentuated even more by the outfit he had on: pink girl's panties and a slinky pink teddy. He sat down on Greg's lap and gave him a kiss. Greg's hands roamed freely over the fem twink's body, caressing his back, nipples, thighs, and arms. Joey moaned and shut his eyes, loving the attention and the masculine grip. of the calloused hands.
Gradually Greg worked his hand between Joey's legs, forcing them to part slightly, then reached under until his fingers were stroking the smooth asscrack through the panties. Joey sighed and closed his eyes and as the fingers slowly caressed his anus with the soft silk.
"Aaaaah yes," he moaned. "Please touch my pussy, baby." Greg worked his fingers under the cloth and stroked the little pucker directly, loving the smoothness of the skin around it and the intense pleasure it evoked in the twink.
"Yeah, you like to have your little boytwat tickled, don't you?" said Greg. Joey moaned in response as the finger pressed more firmly against his hole, dilating it until it yielded to the probing. Soon Greg had a fingertip lodged up Joey's ass. He wriggled it lightly, making the boy jump[. Then he carried him into the living room, where the rope lay on the coffee table.
He set Joey down in a large armchair then ordered him to take off his panties. Joey obeyed, and as he pulled them down he watched Greg's cock stir beneath his pants. Greg knelt down before the semi naked girl-boy and lifted his legs up over the armrests, then tied his ankles to them so that his soft white legs were up and splayed apart. Joey lost his balance a bit and slid forward. This caused his cheeks to part and expose his asshole to Greg. Then Greg tied Joey's wrists together behind the chair. They position wasn't easy for Joey, but excited him nonetheless.
"Man, that's a pretty sight," said Greg as he stared at the little butthole before him. "Do you like to have your pussy played with?" he asked.
"Oooh yes, baby," said Joey as he squirmed slowly in his bonds. "Please use my boycunt." Greg reached down and touched the pucker with his finger tip, then tickled it rapidly, flicking the little muscle as lightly as possible.
Joey squealed and bucked his hips in the chair, causing him to slide forward more. The assplay he was getting made him yearn to touch himself too, but the rope held him back. He felt his asshole quiver with pleasure at the stimulation, and begged for more. The sight of the effeminate boy with the exposed ass had made Greg instantly hard, and his stiff dick pressed outward against his pants. With the other hand he began to tweak Joey's nipples.
"Aaaaah!" he cried in a high voice. "Oooh God!" His little dick was stiff too, wanting to be rubbed like a clit.
Greg knelt down lower and grabbed Joey by the hips. He pulled his ass right to the edge of the seat, then placed his lips against the tender anus and began to kiss and lick it. He made sure his tongue was extra-wet as he ran it firmly up and down the asscrack, prodding the rosebud with the tip. The delicious taste of a well-scrubbed fairyboy's ass made his cock start to leak precum, so much that it began to show through his crotch.
He worked his tongue lovingly against the twink's tender anus, sensing every twitch and contraction as he toyed with it. Joey was gasping and squealing with pleasure at the rimming, and the sight of Greg between his legs, munching away at his boypussy drove him wild. Greg pushed a fingertip into the boy's ass, but continued to lick around it, so that the expanded muscle was even more sensitive. He twirled his tongue expertly around the small hole as his finger wormed slowly into the hot chute. Joey gasped, Greg licked, Joey gasped again, and Greg continued deeper and deeper with eating his girl's hot pussy. The rope around Joey's ankles and wrists were starting to hurt, but he ignored the discomfort. His man was eating him out, and that was all he needed.
Greg withdrew his finger and watched in fascination as the small muscle snapped shut. He put his fingertip in again then withdrew it, and the anus closed a little more slowly. Then he placed the tip of his tongue against the aperture and wormed it slowly in, loving the feel of the soft asscheeks brushing against his face. He pushed his tongue in as deep as it could go, and wiggled it up and down and from side to side. Joey thrashed frantically in the chair, so Greg took a firm hold of his hips to make sure his tongue didn't slip out.
Joey gasped and panted as he felt the tongue reach its limit up his ass. It felt so good, but he wanted to be filled more deeply. Greg was thinking the same thing: he wanted to fuck the little bitch. He took his tongue and watched in fascination as the anus remained slightly open. Taking some vaseline from the jar he spread it liberally over the hold.
He untied Joey and made him remove the teddy.
"Now daddy's going to fuck you silly, you little cunt," he said. Joey's knees went weak at the thought of being penetrated by Greg. He undid his man's belt and pants then pulled them down with his boxers. Instantly the stiff seven-inch rod popper forward. As he licked and sucked on it lovingly, Greg took off his shirt. Then he grabbed Joey by his long blond hair and started shoving the twink's face back and forth onto his cock. He could hear him gagging and moaning as the thick head battered the back of his throat, but he didn't care. The sucking was just too good.
Joey could taste a steady stream of precum leaking from Greg's dick. He sucked it back hungrily, wanting more. He cupped Greg's sweaty balls in his hands, caressing and fondling them so that the hard meat jumped excitedly in his mouth and made him gag.
"Yeah, bitch, suck it," groaned Greg. He continued roughly banging Joey's head into his crotch as the boy's drool soaked his scrotum.
"Ow!" he shouted suddenly. "What the fuck was that?" Joey had gagged so hard at that moment that he'd involuntarily grazed his teeth over Greg's meat. Greg pulled his head back by the hair and glared at him.
"I'm sorry, baby," babbled Joey. "Oh, I'm so so sorry. I--" Greg didn't want to hear an apology. He grabbed Joey by the shoulders and hauled him over to the armchair. Then he sat down and violently pulled the boy over his knees with his ass up. At once he delivered a stinging series of swats to the delicate, quivering asscheeks which grew redder by the second.
"No teeth, bitch!" he shouted as he spanked away. "You want the privilege of sucking my cock, you do it right, understood?"
"Oo! Yes--Oh! I--Ow! Ow! Understand! Ooh! Oooh! OWW!" he wailed as the firm hand rained slap after slap onto his cheeks. Finally Greg stopped and took stock. The twink's butt was flaming red and tender. That got him even hotter.
"All right, baby, get ready to take it," he growled, and lifted Joey up by the armpits. He turned him around and held him off the ground by the ass, forcing Joey to wrap his legs around Greg's waist and his thin arms around the man's neck to keep his balance. Then Greg hoisted him up so that his cock was positioned right under the twink's asscrack. He started to lower him onto it.
Despite the burning pain in his asscheeks, Joey could still feel the heat of the raging hard cock approaching his boypussy. His pucker dropped to meet the leaking tip. When it was in place, Greg relaxed his grip slightly and allowed the gasping boy's weight to press down against him, sinking his cock up the rectum.
"Hunh, fuck!" he grunted as the moist flesh grasped his cock. Joey continued to sink further and further down onto the cock, until at last his butt was resting against Greg's groin, and the cock was as deep as it would go. Then he pulled himself forward and up until the head was nearly out of his ass, and paused. Suddenly he relaxed and allowed himself to fall rapidly back down the hard cock, shoving it deep up inside him.
Greg responded by flexing and raising his muscular thighs in time with the faggot's motion. He thrust upward as Joey dropped, pounding his cock as deep as he could into the rectum. He loved the way Joey flexed and wiggled his ass with each movement, ensuring maximum pleasure to his master.
"Aw, fuck! Yeah! Unh! Fuckin'! Unh! Cunt!" he bellowed as Joey bounced up and down the raging shaft. His arm muscles tensed to the max as he gripped the young man's thighs and rammed him down onto his meat. And he could feel the small erect penis rubbing madly against the hair of his hard stomach with each bounce.
Still lodged deep Joey's ass, Greg walked over to the couch and lowered him onto it. Then he withdrew his cock and turned the twink onto his side. He pushed the top leg up to the boy's chest to expose his asshole, and also to control his movements. Squatting over him he smoothly worked his hard dick back up the boycunt.
"Ooooh, baby!" cried Joey. "Fuck my little cunt hard, fuck it, fuck it! Aaaaaah!" Greg was slamming hard and fast, violently, his sweaty balls slapping noisily against the hairless white thighs of his boygirl. Sweat was pouring from his brow and down his chest as he banged relentlessly into the tight little hole.
"Yeah, bitch! Fuck! Unh! Unh!" he shouted, his grip on Joey's thigh and hips leaving deep red marks in the tender flesh. The twink was helpless in the face of the man's superior strength and constant pounding. The man was jack-hammering savagely into his tender boycunt, and Joey bucked and wiggled frantically with each successive slam. Suddenly Greg's arms and thighs tensed even more, and he rammed viciously one more time into the tight ass. Joey wailed as he felt the huge shaft start to throb and spasm deep inside him.
"Aaaarh! Fuuuck! Aaaaw!" shouted Greg as he pumped one huge wad after another of boiling cum up the twink's ass. "Fuckin' cumming, yeah, aaaarh!" Joey cried out as his own little dick began to spurt cum, hitting himself in the face. He squealed and bucked, milking Greg's cock of the last few shots of cum. The last dose drained from Greg's shaft, and he collapsed onto Joey, pinning him to the couch. He left his cock up the twink's ass as the still-hard shaft and the battered pucker continued to twitch randomly with their dying ecstasy.
Joey eventually moved in with Greg, who paid for everything though he really spent very little on his pussyboy. He bought him some clothes, which of course included panties, and a few odd items, but little else. Mostly everything belonged to Greg. Including him. Joey could not have been happier. Kneeling face-down on the bed one morning as his sugar daddy rimmed and doggy-fucked him, Joey thought about everything he had become, and all he had given up. He was Greg's and nothing else, his pleasure-hole, his toy; he was there to make him cum. He was everything Greg wanted: never fully a girl, never more than a pussy.
The end.