Conversion Therapy

"Oh God, I uh, don't know-I'm confused."

"Tell me you wanted to hold my balls, Sweetie-say it-ADMIT IT TO ME, SWEETIE!!"

"OH GOD-YES, I WANTED TO HOLD YOUR BALLS-Oh my God..."

I hugged him to me; kissed his lips again.

"Sweetie, many boys do not know who or what they are for a long time...they refuse to admit to themselves they have feelings for men...they go thru life miserable and unhappy because they refuse to face reality-they are afraid of what other people may think of them..."

I kissed his cheek and said, "Your hand is getting me excited again...hold my cock and stroke it for me, Sweetie."

"Oh God..." he whimpered.

"We both know you want to-stroke it for me Sweetie."

When his hand gripped my hardness and began moving up-and-down I wanted to shout to the heavens with joy, but I restrained myself.

"Sweetie, boys who take a long time to admit to themselves they prefer sex with men over women are called 'latent homosexuals' and that's the kind of boy you are, okay?"

He was still fighting my argument. I casually took his prick in my hand and squeezed.

"Sweetie, you've been sexually excited all day long...it's time to admit what kind of boy you are-that you love having sex with men... you love it when I stroke and suck you...you love taking my cock in your hands and when you took it in your mouth you wanted to jerk-off, didn't you?"

"M-Mister-William...please...I don't know why I have these feelings..."

"Sweetie, I don't want you to be ashamed of your feelings-you simply love men and their hard cocks-it is natural for you to want to please men-you are what is called 'submissive'-you want to obey men...it obviously makes you very happy when you give men sexual pleasure...I want to help you accept who you are...will you let me help you?"

"Oh God...I don't know how this happened...oh God..."

Sweetie, face the facts-you are homosexual-you're queer-you're a faggot-you're gay...and there is absolutely nothing wrong with that as long as you can admit it to yourself."

"B-But I never felt like this before-I never had sex with a man until today."

I smiled at him and hugged him close to me. With his prick in my hand, I kissed him hard on the mouth, taking his breath away; I smeared his pre-cum around his glans; his body twitched and jumped from the electric sensations.

"Sweetie, you have made me a happy man...you obviously have very strong feelings for me otherwise you wouldn't have taken my penis in your mouth...and be honest, I've given you the best sex of your life...say it, Ronnie-tell me you love obeying me-having sex with me!"

His sniffles reminded me of a little boy. The look on his face warmed my heart: bewilderment and total confusion.

"Ronnie," I said in a whisper, "...you're in love with me, aren't you? You love me for making you realize who you really are...your constant erections are proof of your love for me...Sweetie, I love you, too, and I'm going to help you accept the fact you're gay and you love to give pleasure to men!"

He burst into full blown tears. He pressed his body to mine and cried into my shoulder. I kissed his cheek, and stroked his chest while his body shook from his heavy sobbing.

I waited until he cried himself out.

"Sweetie, are you getting hungry?" I asked.

He nodded and weakly said, "Yes..."

"Okay, there are two steaks in the kitchen you can cook for us...but first, I want you to kneel between my legs and pull down my shorts...I want you to suck my cock again, okay?"

The startled expression on his face amused me. He managed to meekly say "Okay."

He was about to say something else then abruptly stopped. When he got to his knees and tugged at my shorts I lifted my hips to help him.

Without me having to say another word, he obediently grasped the base of my shaft, took my balls in his hand, wet his lips and slid them over my enlarged cockhead.

I sat back and watched his pretty face bob up-and-down my erection. I made plans for the next day:

I would use the tube-the 'fake cock' a couple more times on him before I introduced him to the real thing and take his cherry. I want him begging for my cock-it is no fun fucking a boy who doesn't want to take it up his ass.

When I blew another huge load in his mouth he amazed me by swallowing just about all of it. He licked me clean without me telling him to do so.

Only one day in, and he was well on his way to becoming a good wife for me.

I had to tell myself though to be patient-there is much more training still to be done-but the hardest part was over...I convinced him he is queer...the remainder of our stay here would be fun and very, very pleasurable.

I had him do all the work in the kitchen. I hovered over him touching, feeling and squeezing his firm, young body. I wanted to keep his small dick in a constant state of agitation.

It worked. By the time we finished eating and he was done washing and drying the dishes his body was a quivering and trembling mass of soft and moist flesh. The front of his yellow gym shorts was completely saturated with pre-cum.

I poured two after-dinner cognacs and led him to the sofa once again. I made no pretense for my intentions. I had him sit on my lap and let my free-hand wonder over his body. Three-times I had to reach into his shorts and push down his balls to prevent him from cumming too soon.

"Sweetheart, take-off your shorts and get on your hands and knees on the floor," I ordered when I finished the cognac.

"Y-Yes, William," he said softly.

His mind was clouded by his bodies overpowering state of sexual arousal. I was sure I could do whatever I wanted with him.

"No, Sweetie-legs apart as far as they can go-that's better...lower your head and shoulders to the floor-very good-you're such a good boy...now Sweetie, I want you to reach back with your hands and pull apart your asscheeks...yes, just like that! Stay in that position!"

I took my time oiling the tube-I loved seeing him in that obscene pose. His pink anus, totally exposed to my leering gaze, looked so inviting I once again had to fight-off the strong impulse to throw away the tube and bury my own cock in the sweet boy's asshole.

On my knees behind the boy, I placed the tip of the dildo directly on his anus. There was no need to tease the boy; his shivering and incoherent babbling told me he was more than ready for the main event.

I pushed it into him slowly; reveling in his groans of pleasure. Goosebumps covered his soft flesh; his body visibly shook and trembled.

When the head of the dildo bumped his prostate and he cried out, I quickly lowered his balls again. It was too soon for him to cum.

I gave him a few strokes; he was getting into the rhythm; his hips began pushing back on the fake cock. Then I withdrew it altogether.

"Noooooooo-pleeeezzzzzzzzzzzz..." he whimpered.

I guess I wanted to tease him afterall, heh-heh-heh.

"What is it you want, Sweetie? Do you want me to fuck you with the dildo?"

"Ohhhhhhh-God-please-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

"You know what I want to hear, Sweetie-say it for me!"

"Ohhhhh-yes-yessssssssss-fuck me with the dildo-PLEASE FUCK ME WITH THE DILDO!!"

I smiled in victory then carefully placed the head of the fake cock just inside him and pushed it home in one brutal thrust. I gave no quarter—I energetically pulled it out to the tip and rammed it into his asshole again...and again-and-again-and again...

"ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH—OHHHHHHHHHHHH-OOOOOOOOOOOOO-YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS..."

I felt the boy's balls rise in their sac and decided to allow him to climax this time.

I reached between his legs, firmly grasped his throbbing prick, and furiously stroked him while I fucked him harder and faster with the rubber cock. His body shook so violently it was all I could do to keep my hands moving.

It started as a low, guttural "ohhhhhhhhhhh" then it gradually reached crescendo-pitch until it was "OHHHHHHHHHHHHH-YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS-I'M-CUMMING-I'M-CUMMING-I'M-CUMMMMMMMMINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG..."

He was so loud I was thankful we were alone here in the middle of nowhere.

When he finished he collapsed in a heap on the floor. I smiled as I watched him gasp for oxygen; his body still twitching and jerking. I lay down beside him stroking his back and buttocks; covering his forehead and cheeks with little kisses.

I whispered in his ear: "Have you ever had an orgasm like that with a girl?"

And thru his heavy breathing I heard him sadly whimper, "Nooooooo..."

I am convinced it was at this moment that any remaining notions or beliefs he may have clung to about being heterosexual completely disappeared. Now it was just a matter of fine-tuning his doubts and insecurities-to re-wire his sexual identity.

I had him wash himself while I retrieved another pair of gym shorts; the yellow ones were stained with a day's worth of young boy's pre-cum. I, too, changed into a new pair of boxers for the same reason.

"B-But these are pink!" he protested when I gave him the shorts.

"They're not pink, Sweetie-they're 'salmon-colored,'" I said barely able to hold back a chuckle.

He quickly slipped into them and gasped when he realized they were shorter and tighter than the yellow ones.

"Sweetie, you look so pretty in those!" I gushed and enjoyed watching his face turn a deep red.

It was too early for bedtime so I decided we'd play more chess. Before we sat on the sofa I took him in my arms and kissed him and caressed his chest and pinched his nipples.

When he moaned and mumbled, "My God-what's wrong with me?" I glanced at his crotch and, sure enough, he'd sprung another boner already.

I wanted to say "Get used to it, kid-you're going to be 'walking-wood' for the next week" but instead I gazed into his eyes, and in one of my finest acting performances I sincerely said, "Your boner is the highest compliment you can give me, Sweetie-it means you love me-thank you-I love you, too!"

I gave his hard pecker a squeeze; he shuddered and shivered in my arms.

We sat as close together as possible. He concentrated hard on the game trying to win; I focused on his firm, smooth flesh.

I made sure I kept a hand on him at all times: Stroking his back; massaging his neck and shoulders; caressing his soft thighs.

From time-to-time I snuck a peek at the bulge in his shorts; the pre-cum stain was steadily expanding. He was close to where I wanted him to be, but not quite.

I won another game and decided it was time to get him in the 'mood' for bed-not that he wasn't already.

"Sit on my lap, Sweetie," I said, and when he obeyed, I added: "Let's look thru the magazine you like-open it so we both can see the pictures."

His trembling hands couldn't hold the magazine still as I had him slowly go thru it page-by-page.

"Oh, look at that penis," I would comment, then I'd ask him: "Do you like that penis, Ronnie?"

I wouldn't let him turn the page until he answered my questions.

"Y-Yes...I like it," he answered.

"Sweetie, you need to be more specific when I ask a question...let's try again: Do you like that penis?"

He understood what I wanted to hear, but he was having difficulty expressing it-at first, that is.

"Yes, I like that penis," he said softly, reluctantly.

"Oh, look at the hard penis on the next page-wouldn't you love to take his cock in your hands and stroke it and kiss it?"

"I, uh...oh God...yes, I guess I'd love to stroke and kiss his cock," he said somewhat annoyed.

He turned the page and we saw the picture he'd been staring at earlier in the evening.

"Look at how happy the boy on his knees is...see the expression on his face? You had the same look on your face when you were on your knees sucking my cock...you were happy when you were sucking my hard cock-weren't you, Sweetie?"

When he hesitated I squeezed his boner and he immediately answered: "Oh okay...yes-sucking your hard cock made me happy."

"And swallowing my cum? You LOVED swallowing my cum, right?"

"Oh God...yeah, uh, yes-I loved swallowing your cum!" he blurted out.

His breathing became labored; his hands began to shake more than just tremble. He couldn't see the wide smile I wore on my face.

I turned his head to mine and said, "You're so pretty I can't resist you-kiss me, Sweetie!"

He blushed and hesitated, but then obeyed my command. Thereafter I made a point of saying after his every turn of a page, "You love looking at all these hard cocks, don't you, Sweetie?" and when he realized what was expected of him, he'd answer "Yes, I love all these hard cocks!" and I'd say "You're such a good boy-kiss me, Sweetie." He never hesitated again.

My own erection was throbbing inside my boxers; my slit was oozing pre-cum. It was time.

"It's late, Sweetie-let's go to bed!" I announced.

I led him by his small hand and when he saw the bedroom he said, "B-But there's only one bed!"

I chuckled at his naivety then stared into his eyes and said, "Sweetie, we're lovers now...and lovers sleep together in one bed."

I felt him shiver and heard him moan. It was time for the final 'test' of the day.

"Oh-oh," I said. "We forgot to bring your 'little friend' with us...if you want me to use the 'cock' on you, go back and bring it here with the jar of oil, okay, Sweetie?" This would be the defining moment of Day One.

I studied his face; a troubled look in his eyes. I knew what he was thinking: If he retrieved the fake cock, it would be an admission he loved taking it in his ass, and only gays loved do that, right? Tears welled in his pretty blue eyes; he stood still as a statue as his logical mind battled his lust-torn body.

His response would tell me I either did a masterful job of Conversion Therapy, or I had failed to bring him along properly-that there was much more work to be done.

There was only one thing I could do: I reached down, lightly gripped his little dick thru the nylon shorts, and gently gave it a couple strokes.

He closed his eyes and moaned, "Oh God..."

When I took my hand away from his prick he grudgingly left the room to retrieve his new-found favorite toy.

I wanted to do a victory dance, but I had to set the scene. I turned-on the bedside lamp, and switched-off the overhead light. The room was awash in a red glow. I found making love to my boys with a red-light increased our desire, and made the sex hotter and nastier.

When he returned he placed the oil and his 'little friend' on the bedside table. I then took him in my arms and kissed him hard. My heart leapt with joy when he threw his arms around me and held me tight. This was the first time he'd responded like this; his hands wandered over my back while we kissed deeply-our tongues and lips licking and sucking.

My hands reached down and pushed the shorts off his hips until they fell to the floor. The wonderful boy caught-on and was about to do the same for me when I stopped him.

"Sweetie," I said gazing into his half-open blue eyes, "...when a boy like you takes down his man's pants-you should be on your knees, okay?"

"Oh...okay," he said softly; one more indignation to suffer to quench his sexual desire.

He fell to his knees and worked my boxers until they were on the floor. He was face-to-face with my hard cock; I waited for his reaction.

He pressed his face into my crotch and I heard him inhaling and then came his groans. I smiled down at the boy. He loves my manly aroma-does it get any better than this?

He flicked his tongue on my slit and lapped-up my pre-cum. He whimpered when I pulled away, and lay down on the bed.

"Kneel between my legs!" I said forcefully. This was no time for subtleties-I needed to cum and he was going to be my obedient little bitch-boy.

"Suck my cock!" I ordered when he scrambled into position between my wide-splayed legs.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations the boy's lips and tongue were giving me. I marveled at how quickly he'd become so good at sucking cock. My balls grew larger and heavier in his small hand. I was very close to another orgasm-I'd lost count how many times this sweet boy had coaxed the semen and sperm from my manly balls.

"FASTER!!" I ordered, and he instantly complied; his hand swiftly moving up-and-down; loud, slurping noises escaping his greedily sucking mouth as he rolled my enlarged balls with his gentle fingers.

"Ohhh yesssss..." I moaned. "That's it-yesssss...make me cum in your mouth...unghhhh—yes...yesssss-YOU'RE A WONDERFUL COCKSUCKER, SWEETIE-KEEP GOING-KEEP GOING-YES-YES-YES...OH GOD-OH GOD YES-SWALLOW IT ALL, SWEETIE-SWALLOW MY CUM!"

I knew I didn't need to tell him to swallow, but I loved saying it-it gave me extra excitement when I ordered a boy to swallow-it sounds so dirty and nasty my climax is always more intense!

He gulped down my spunk like a pro. His tongue on my slit made me buck and wildly jerk around on the bed. He was able to keep my cock in his mouth the whole time.

When my body finally came to rest, and my prick went limp in his mouth, I felt nothing but love in my heart for this wonderful and sexy young boy.

I now knew for sure, I had made the right decision in choosing this boy to become my wife.

"Lay down beside me, Sweetie," I said to him.

I took him in my arms and kissed his creamy-wet lips. I pushed my tongue into his mouth and tasted my own semen. I reached down and caressed his throbbing boner-he groaned into my mouth.

I broke our hug, smiled at him, and said, "Lay back, Sweetie and show me your pussy."

I chuckled when I saw the puzzled expression on his face.

"Sweetie, pull your knees back against your chest," I instructed.

He obeyed and when I said "Now push your knees as far apart as you can" his eyes grew wide with awareness.

The most intimate part of his anatomy was open to my gaze; he blushed as he now understood what I had meant when I'd told him to "Show me your pussy."

I wasted no time oiling the dildo, and the outer ring of his tight, boy-pussy. I worked the head until it popped thru the rubbery ring then pushed it all the way inside him.

I studied his face the whole time for his reaction: Pleasure or pain?

For several strokes, he grimaced with discomfort as I worked the dildo in and out of his virgin hole. He gritted his teeth but took the thrusting I gave him. Beads of perspiration broke out on his cheeks and forehead. I pushed the fake cock deeper into his asshole.

"UNGHHHH...OHHHHHHHHHH..."

A sweet smile washed over his angelic face; whatever discomfort he had experienced had been replaced with pure pleasure. It was time to give the boy a fucking he'd never forget-that is until I gave him the real thing tomorrow.

I took his cute little hard-on between my fingers and worked it fast while I fucked his pussy with the fake cock. He writhed and groaned beneath me; his head rolling from side-to-side. His cries of pleasure grew louder; the upward thrusting of his hips more pronounced. He was straining to climax.

"Tell me how much you love having a hard cock in your pussy, Sweetie," I said softly to him.

All he could say was "Oh God—oh God!" as he struggled to cum.

I stopped fucking him; I left just the tip of the dildo inside him; he moaned and whimpered in frustration.

"Nooooo—don't stop-pleeeezzzzz..."

"Say it, Sweetie-tell me you love having your pussy filled with hard cock-tell me you want me to fuck your hot, tight pussy!"

"Oh-God-oh-God-ohhhhh-OH-DAMMIT-YES-YES-I-LOVE-IT-FUCK-MY-PUSSY—I-LOVE-A-HARD-COCK-IN-MY-PUSSY-FUCK-ME-DEAR-GOD-PLEASE-FUCK-ME-PLEEEZZZZZZZZ..."

I rammed the dildo hard into his open pussy bumping his prostate-he screamed, and almost fell out of bed. I held him down and furiously thrust the fake cock in-and-out; I pumped his dick and watched the ecstasy spread across his pretty face.

Suddenly, his eyes flew open, his mouth formed a huge O then, for a brief second his body came completely to rest. Then all hell broke loose!