Summer of Discovery
Chapter 1
Sam washed the dishes diligently, not taking pleasure in the task itself, but the sheer simplicity of it that allowed concentration upon other things. The sun beamed through the window, and illuminated the white plates, and pale blue trays upon which he rested the plates. Sam, a boy who appreciated beauty, enjoyed that view, and had a smile on his face as he washed the dishes.
''Hey, Sammie,'' a rough voice said from behind him. Sam knew the voice; Bradley, one of his father's workers.
''Hey, Brad,'' Sam said, without turning, the smile slowly fading from his face. He had caught himself looking at Bradley once or twice when his shirt was off, and the man was toiling; he aroused Sam, but more than that, he scared him. He had noticed Brad noticing his appreciation, but Brad had smiled, not a pleasant smile; a knowing smile, that seemed full of promise.
He heard the man moving about, and moved to one side, as Brad drew himself a cup of water from the sink tap. He was wearing his shirt, thank God; still, as Sam went back to washing the dishes, his cock was twitching.
''Sam, how come I don't see you with no pretty little things around here?'' Brad inquired, his voice, rather than full of curiosity, was full of meaning. Sam froze for a few moments, before answering. ''Don't know a lot of girls, to be honest....,'' he slowly said. He wasn't embarrassed; if Brad had asked curiously, he would've been, but he hadn't asked curiously... he continued washing the dishes, but his movements had lost speed. He was tensely awaiting Brad's words.
''Hmm.....yeah, I got a theory on that one,'' Brad purred. Sam slowly turned to him, a flush creeping into his cheeks. Brad was smiling a wide, shark's smile. ''Me thinks maybe you fancy yourself as a......pretty, little thing.''
He was right. The flush in his cheeks was now two bright roses in either cheek.
He fought the emotions that made him tremble in this moment, turning, and trying to put a sceptical tone in his voice, and failing to do so, ''That ain't it.....'' He could hear the tremor in his own voice, and knew that Brad could, too.
The man got up. The falling of his boots on the tiled floor, which would have normally been a dull sound, felt like the ringing of a church bell to Sam's eardrums, which were already full of the sound of his heart racing. Brad's hands slowly came to rest on Sam's hips, rubbing the boy through his clothes. Sam's lips parted, and he stared out the window, breathing in shuddering breaths, as Brad breathed into his ear, ''You could be a pretty, little thing for me.....if you wanted to be.'' The emphasis on the last words he said was unmistakably meaningful; he wanted Sam to say it. Before he knew what he was doing, before he even thought, he panted, ''I want to be your......pretty, little thing, Brad.''
Brad's touch got harder as he turned Sam around. The little boy had to look up, into the rugged, bristly haired face that had given him erections for weeks. The man chuckled. ''Of course you do.....I'm a sexy, strong guy, and what are you, Sam?''
The man's tawny, brownish-yellow eyes hypnotised Sam. His chest rising and falling fast, he whispered, ''A pretty, little thing.....?''
''That's right,'' Brad whispered back, his lips curling with amusement. One of his hands brushed the fringe back from Sam's forehead, as he purred, ''Look at your long, blonde hair, your rosy cheeks.....'', Sam gasping and his cock prodding almost painfully against his underwear as Brad's hands fell to tightly grip his buttocks. ''And that tight, little boipussy of yours.....'' Brad tilted his head down, and his hands seemed to propel Sam onto his tip-toes, as Brad's bristly jaw met his, his lips taking Sam's previously virgin lips.
The kiss was the final breakdown of Sam's, albeit weak, resistance. He succumbed to Brad, totally, his little lips proving no match for Brad's, as the older man took his pleasure, his tongue pushing into Sam's mouth. Sam gripped Brad's sides hard, as if holding onto life itself, and felt his body melt against Brad's. It dizzied him, and as Brad drew back, a victorious smile on his lips, Sam was glad for his tight grip of Brad's sides; it felt as if he'd faint.
Brad broke away from Sam's touch, the younger boy staring after him, as Brad settled himself at one of the kitchen table chairs, turning it out from the table. He opened his legs, and pointed to the floor between them. ''Come on over, pretty boy, and kneel to me.'' The idea was only too alluring; within seconds he was on his knees, fighting the desire to look at the man's crotch. Brad's eyes were full of knowing, as he regarded the boy. ''Undo my fly, Sam, and take out what you've been thinking about for weeks.''
Sam, with trembling hands, placed his small hands on the crotch of Brad's jeans, and undid the fly, the zipping sound almost like music at this moment. Sam reached in with his growingly shaking hands, slipping them after a second try into the tight, white underwear Brad was wearing, and felt it, not wanting to think about it until he could see it, and pulled it free of the underwear's embrace, his face bare inches from it.
It was semi-hard, and was still more than he had hoped for. A good 8 inches long, maybe 3 and a half inches think, even thicker at the head......the skin was so smooth, the skin of the slit, on the tip of it, was pink, and begged the admiration of lip caressing. And tongue caressing, too. Sam's cock throbbed, and throbbed at this moment, dimming the throbbing of his heart.
''Bet you wanna put them red, cocksucker lips on it, don't ya, Sammie?'' Brad's voice drifted alluringly down to him. He nodded, his eyes glued to it. ''Rub it, 'till it's nice and hard, baby,'' Brad whispered, the suggestion leaving no alternatives. Sam set his hands on it, gingerly as if it were precious jewellery, and rubbed at it, feeling the give of the head's skin, the tightness of the shaft, and the wispy touch of his jet-black pubic hair. It was so hot, and as it grew another inch in length, so hard. Brad moaned a satisfied moan. ''Hmm, that's right, baby, rub it nice and hard. Now, what do you wanna do?''
''Suck it, Brad,'' Sam responded hungrily. He knew how he must sound, and how he must look, but he didn't care; he wanted it, at any cost.
''Then suck it, Sam, but only if you call me Master. Am I not your Master?''
''Yes, God yes,'' Sam huskily cried, and pushed his lips onto it, his tongue going wild over it as he took inches of it into his mouth. It was so hot, and the touch of that alien flesh in his mouth, on his lips and tongue, was so strong, so hypnotic. He deep throated it immediately, sucking hard on it, the saliva used on it, when swallowed, full of the taste of Brad's throbbing cock.
''Oh damn, that's right, baby, suck it nice and deep,'' Brad urged Sam, who was glad to follow his directions now. His little hands went down to the shaft of it, and stroked, hard, long, milking strokes, up and down, as his mouth mirrored his hand's motions. His cheeks seemed to absorb the heat radiating from it, growing redder as Sam's sight grew hazy, then went black, his eyelids shut as if to contain the excitement making his heart pound, the pleasure that made his body rush in euphoria. This was all he could want.
Soon Brad's hands caressed the back of his neck through the fan of his honey-blonde hair, pushing his mouth onto Brad. Sam didn't gag, and didn't know how many inches he took in, but every thrust of his spread lips on Brad's erect member made him hunger for more. Soon Brad was moaning, not just in satisfaction that he was bowing the boy to his will, but in genuine pleasure, and then his hands tensed, holding Sam there, as his cum splashed into the boy's waiting mouth.
Sam's body, previously in heat, now cooled, but only in a sort of pause; his hands fell to his sides, limp, his upper lip felt tight on Brad's cock, almost seeming to hold him there. It wasn't so much that there was too much cum; there seemed too little. He drank it in, moved it around his strained mouth and savoured it, the creamy heat of it warming his throat as he digested it. He slowly pulled his mouth off Brad, and sank back onto his knees, folded tight under him, his eyesight thick as his eyelids opened, as if the cum had coated that partof his body, too. Soon he could make out Brad's face, his lips spread wide in a smile.
''I knew you'd be a natural,'' he purred, as his hands reached down to stroke Sam's long hair. Sam had the urge to feed on his cock again, but knew his inexperienced body couldn't take the pleasure so soon again. ''Thank you, Brad.....,'' he responded in a shaky voice. The older man chuckled at his submissiveness, and Sam blushed, at least, he felt like he was blushing; it was hard to tell when his cheeks were already flushed.
''Hmm......I wonder.....,'' Brad whispered, his eyes boring into Sam's. ''Does my little cock hungry boy want this cock......somewhere else inside him?''
Sam's eyes grew wide. He wanted Brad inside his.....pussy? More than anything, right now.....but he didn't want to say it.....
''Do you, little boy? Do you want me to make you a girl?'' Brad purred, a smirk appearing on the side of his mouth. He was enjoying the surrender of the young boy.
Sam bit his lower lip softly, and looked away, as he mumbled, ''Yes, Master....''
''What's that? Couldn't hear you.....''
''Yes, Master,'' Sam said more clearly, a tremble in his lips that he had to say such a thing, but he knew deep down he was loving this; his cock was still hard as a rock.
''Good.....I'll head up to your Daddy's room,'' Brad said, smiling wide at his boldness to fuck the boy in his father's room. ''Why don't you head down to your sister's room, and put on something nice, and sexy, Sasha?''
Sam's mouth had opened at the suggestion, and now his cock was throbbing uncomfortably. ''S-Sasha?''
''If you're gonna be my little cocksucking slut, you gotta have a girl's name now, don't ya? Sasha?'' Brad was really enjoying himself now; Sam could see his cock throb in satisfaction.
''Yes, Master.....,'' Sam said, trying not to call himself Sasha in his own mind now.
''Good, you get to it, then, Sasha,'' Brad said smugly, as he rose, zipping his fly. He walked out, and Sam had the first oppurtunity to realise what had just happened.
He was now a cucksucking, gay boy. The thought made his lips tremble, and his cock twitch. It was still so hard.....he pushed his hand inside his pants, gave it a single rub, and it exploded onto his hand and in his pants. He drew in shuddering breaths, as he looked at his hand, covered in cum. Then he rose, licking it off as he began the long walk to becoming a crossdresser for his Master, too.
Chapter 2
He stopped once he was inside her room. His sister, Natalie, was in college now, and spent most of the year gone from their house. Her wardrobe was so large, however, that she left quite an amount of clothes in her room. Sam blushed, knowing that he knew where her panties were, her socks, her everyday items, and the clothes he was currently looking for: her sexy, seductive clothes.
He opened the wardrobe, and was met with the beautiful, arousing scent of her perfume, and the perfume of the expensive clothing. Teddies, babydolls, mini dresses, all and more were ensconced in this wardrobe.
He realised his cock was already rock hard again. Do I want this? Sam asked himself silently, exploring his thoughts. Yes, I do, I want to be Sasha!, a wild thought said to him, and he perked his chin up, and realised that, at least when with Brad, he would now be a she.
She slowly looked through the clothing, all of it so beautiful, the texture of the silky materials delighting her fingertips. She wanted to wear all of it, she realised.....she stopped her fingers at a pink, flat cupped babydoll, which had a pair of white, sheer stockings on the hanger alongside it. She took it out, her heart pulsing hard. She had come in to sample her sister's panties on occasions before, but had never worked up the courage to wear these larger items.
She laid the babydoll and stockings out on the bed, dropping the hanger to one side. She stripped, the thrill of doing so still as large as the first time she had done so in this room. She was about to reach for the babydoll, when the full-length mirror beside the bathroom caught her eye. She walked over, knowing she wouldn't like what she saw.
What she did see was a girl in heat. Her mouth fell open slightly; she was......pretty. A feminine face, long, honey blonde hair framing her face and head, with an airy fringe, a soft, flat body, apart from her ass, what she now called her pussy, which was a perfect, alluring bubble shape. Her waist was slimmer than her hips......there was barely any hair on her body, only a small patch above her penis.
She had fantasized about herself as a girl.....but God, she didn't think she was as pretty as one.....
She turned from the mirror, in a daze, staring into space as she set her feet, which she now realised were graceful, ballerina feet, in front of the bed where she had lain the clothes. She reached for the babydoll, and rubbed the fabric against her naked torso. It felt so.....soft, but clingy, her nipples going rock hard against it. She found the hem of it, made sure she was putting her head in the right way, and slipped it on.
She gasped, and splayed her hands out on the bed, as she pushed her hips at it. It was......so incredible. The flat cups made sure her nipples clung to it, poked out from it. Her sides moved with it, and the swell of her hips, in this tight garment, made them look even more feminine. It hung to the top of her pussy cheeks, covering her little penis. For the first time, she didn't mind she wasn't well endowed; her two inch long cock didn't derive attention when en femme, which was what she wanted.
She sat on the bed, the hem of it clinging to the tip of her penis, and providing an even softer platform for her buns than the bedcovers did. She rubbed the stockings, shivering to the sensation of it. She, with trembling hands, brought first one, then the other, down to her feet, pulling them on separately. It rubbed her legs sensually, from feet to inches above knees, sending electric thrills up her.
She stood, the soles of the stockings making her feet whisper on the floor as she padded over to the mirror once more, yelping in delight. She looked perfect, a beautiful, maiden, fourteen year old girl, ripe to be made into a cockhungry, submissive slut. She wanted Brad to make her so, and with that thought, her breathing becoming husky as she inhaled her own pungently sweet scent, she left the room, mounting the stairs that'd take her to her Master.
Chapter 3
Her father's room was dimly lit. Evening was approaching, and the sun began to emit a reddish hue to things. She looked hungrily at the bed, but Brad wasn't there. Her heart nearly failed; had he decided not to fuck her?
A noise in the closed bathroom changed that sudden fear to arousal again. ''Sit yourself down on the bed, sexy, I'll be right in,'' Brad's rough, commanding voice called out. She sat hastily on the bed; she was truly becoming submissive to his will.
The door opened, and she held her breath. He had taken a shower, she realised; just how long had she taken getting dressed? That thought came to her, and was immediately discarded, her whole mind bent on encompassing the sight before her.
He was naked. Fully naked. Her hands, which had been resting tensely on the bed, now gripped hard, her lips parting as she stared at his hard, chiselled body, his proud, erect cock, his triumphant smile, and the dark glint of his eyes through the recently dried mop of hair on his head. Her eyes, predictably, stayed mostly at his cock, and the arrow of dark, pubic hair that shot from his belly button to pubic patch.
''Knew you'd look so right in your sister's stuff, Sasha.....you were meant to be my cockhungry, little slut,'' Brad purred, making the young girl moan in hunger. She wanted to be his slut, wanted it bad. ''Oh, Brad.....,'' she barely had time to whisper, before the older man pushed her down onto the bed, his hands holding her arms down, as his lips claimed hers. She hungrily responded, willingly opening her mouth to take his tongue in, licking and sucking on it. Her hands clutched at his neck, but his hands didn't budge from holding her down, as if she was a prize he had conquered. Which, of course, she was.
His cock began to prod her through the babydoll, and one of her hands went down to rub it. The man moaned as he put his lips close to her ear. ''Hungry for my cock in that pussy, Sasha?''
''Yes, Master, please.....,'' she pleaded. She then gasped, her eyes going wide, as in one smooth movement, his right hand left her left wrist, flowed down under his own body, and thrust at her pussy. She nearly screamed when she felt it part her cheeks, two fingers of it penetrating her virgin pussy, but her Master kissed her again, deeply, his tongue leaving hers with no chance of movement. His hand on her wrist pushed it over to her other wrist, holding both down with one hand, letting her know, as he claimed her mouth and pussy simultaneously, that he was in charge, that she was nothing to his will.
Which was everything she wanted to be.
His fingers felt so good, massaging her prostate, his lips pressed so hard against hers, his body like a rock against her soft body, his cock, so hot and stiff, letting her know, as it rubbed her stomach through her babydoll, what was to come. Or cum. She thrust her pussy onto his fingers, and she was allowed to moan in sexual distress, as his mouth, the bristles on his chin tickling and delighting her soft skin, went to clasp on one of her earlobes.
''Ready to be a woman, Sasha? Ready to become mine?'' Brad's voice, erotic and husky, purred into her ear. ''Yes, God yes!'' she cried out, her pretty face twisted in pained pleasure, as his fingers continued to grind her pussy. She had cum, she thickly realised; the tip of her penis was glued to the babydoll.
His hands left her, only to flip her over, as he moved her knees from her, then straddled her again. He pulled the babydoll off of her, making her scream in pleasure as her nipples dragged along the fabric. She stared at the head of the bed, her father's bed, the bed she had been sired on, and the bed her virginity was about to be taken away on. She whined and whimpered, as his hands roughly rubbed her body, causing waves and bolts of pleasure, her nipples becoming painfully taut as they pressed against the bed. His mouth came to press against her ear once more, the young girl freezing as his cock, for the first time, touches her pussy, prodding her tautened cheeks. One of her Master's hands caught at her wrists, and held them down, his other hand making her prop her pussy up, her cock standing under her, the tip rubbing against the bedcovers, oozing cum onto her father's bed. ''That's right, baby,'' Brad purred into her ear as she moaned and pushed her body up against his. ''Moan, moan to your Master's touch, let him know how much you worship him as he fucks your virgin pussy.'' With that, his free hand spread her cheeks, and his cock plunged into her.
There was no pain. She had expected pain, like all the stories online had told her to expect, but there wasn't any, not for her. Only orgasmic, explosive, mind boiling pleasure. She screamed against the bed, her arms tensing, and her back arching, which only pushed herself at him more. He thrust deep inside her, fucking her with animal lust. ''Damn, Sasha, your pussy is fucking tight,'' Brad groaned into her ear, as his free hand rubbed up one of her sides roughly, going under her to find one of her nipples. She came, her penis spurting cum under her, and for the first time in her life, anally came as well, lubricating Brad in her own cum. His thrusts spread her puckered rosebud, filled her sphincter. She ground her pussy back onto him, screaming, crying and yelling in heat, her words incomprehensible; the euphoria, of her nipples being pleasure, her cock oozing load after load of cum onto the bed, and her pussy becoming Brad's plaything, was all too much. Tears beaded her eyes, as she began to cry out his name, over and over, as the man grunted and moaned his satisfaction into her ear. ''God, Sasha, your pussy is so goddamned tight, so fucking hot, fuckkkkkk!'', his moan becoming a scream, as he buried his cock to the hilt in her, his balls slapping her cheeks, his hand squeezing her breast, as he came in her. Sasha panted and whimpered, eyes flaring open as she felt his cum scorch her insides. It was like he branded her, not on the flesh, but deep inside. Both physically, and mentally.
They collapsed, Brad feeling so heavy on her body, but not uncomfortably so. He let go of her wrists, and both his hands stroked her neck as he kissed her ear. ''Enjoyed that, girl, enjoyed that cock up your tight boipussy?''
''Yes, Master, oh yes, Brad......,'' she whispered, her face flushed red with her exertions. He pulled out of her, making her sphincter tighten instinctively, bringing moans of pleasure from both lovers. He pushed her onto her back, and laid down, kissing her hard, his teeth nearly slamming into her lips. His hands squeezed and slapped her hips and sides, making her squeal. He leaned back a few inches, and Sasha could finally see the trumph, the majesty of his proud features. He smiled, a dark, promising smile, full of meaning, and even though Sasha knew she was his, to fuck as he pleased, to do with as he pleased, she smiled back. She had never known such fulfilment; this was her destiny, to suck and pleasure men.
He crawled up the bed, slipping himself under the covers, the younger girl following him as if hypnotised. He looked at her fondly, the first sign of respect he had shown her. It set her heart on fire to think he liked her, not only fucked her. ''Hmm, my cock's a little wet, baby girl, wanna get down there, and clean your Master up?''
She didn't even respond, and slipped under the covers to do her Master's bidding. As she put her lips to the cock that was covered in her Master's, and her own, cum, she knew that life from now on wouldn't be so lonely, on her father's manor.
Life, for her, had only just begun, in willing servitude.
End of Part 1
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