Conversion Therapy

He arched his back off the bed; his eyeballs rolled in their sockets; his face contorted in sweet agony then his body uncontrollably flopped about the bed. I continued fucking his sweet pussy and milking his prick.

His cries of joy echoed thru-out the room and cabin. His balls exploded and his cum spurted wildly in the air then fell and formed small pools on his belly and thighs. His body spasmed and shook; I smiled as I watched the sweet throes of orgasm wash over his innocent face.

When he came to rest I presented my hand to his mouth. Still dazed, he wasn't aware of what I wanted. I pressed my cum-soaked hand to his lips and he began cleaning my hand with his tongue. I scooped more sperm and semen off his belly and once again he licked my hand clean.

When his breathing returned to normal I lay down beside him and drew him to me. We hugged and kissed then he rested his head on my chest and promptly fell asleep.

I stroked his soft flesh and listened to his breathing; his head rose-and-fell with every breath I took. I drifted off to sleep knowing I was the luckiest man alive.

My eyes popped open when the sunshine began peeking thru the blinds.

The red light was still on creating an eerie mixture of yellow and red. Ronnie hadn't moved all night; his head was resting comfortably on my chest. I carefully reached for the lamp and turned it off. I wanted only the light of a new day illuminating the bedroom.

Young boys have a tendency to forget what transpired the previous day when it comes to sex; all they remember is the pleasure they felt when they climaxed, and not the circumstances leading up to it.

It was crucial he immediately be reminded of his new status in life before he regained a sense of self and independence.

I threw back the bedspread and admired his youthful body. I stroked his creamy-soft flesh and took inventory of the tufts of hair on his chest, and the wiry patches around his prick and balls. I would have him remove his body hair, of course, not today, and maybe not tomorrow, but sometime soon.

I smiled as I gazed at his cute little morning hard-on standing-up proud and firm. I couldn't resist the urge to take it in my hand, and when I did, he came awake.

"Good morning," I said with a smile.

He fluttered his eyelids; he was startled at first waking-up naked with a naked man, but soon managed to say "Good morning."

I positioned him so we were side-by-side, very close, his sweet, girly-flesh pressing against mine; our hard cocks rubbing deliciously together.

I fondled and caressed his prick and balls, and kissed his reluctant mouth. I had to take his hand and guide it to my erection. Only when I closed his fingers around my shaft did he respond. We slowly masturbated one another.

I waited for his breathing to quicken then I said "Kneel between my legs, Sweetie!"

He blushed at my abruptness, but soon recovered and made his way between my open legs.

I was thrilled when he remembered his training and took my shaft in one hand and my balls in the other. He was wetting his lips, getting ready to take my erection in his mouth when I stopped him.

"Sweetie, to begin with I want you to lick my balls-I want to feel your tongue on every inch of my scrotum, okay?" I said.

The look of surprise on his innocent face was priceless. Of course, he blushed a deep red.

"Oh...uh, okay," he said softly and cradled my balls, lowered his head and stuck out his tongue.

I smiled as I watched him take small, tentative swipes at my balls with the tip of his pink tongue.

"C'mon, Sweetie, you know better than that! Flatten your tongue and REALLY lick my balls!" I commanded. I chuckled as a tiny whimper escaped his mouth.

"Breathe thru your nose, Sweetie," I instructed, recalling his excitement yesterday when he inhaled my manly aroma.

As I expected, it didn't take long for him to become excited. His hands began to tremble, and he pressed his face closer to my crotch, inhaling my aroma deeply in his lungs. I knew he was mustering all the strength he could to not touch his own prick.

"Good boy..." I said. "...now take one ball in your mouth and suck on it-I want to feel your tongue washing my ball!"

Another whimper, but he obeyed. I sat back, laced my hands behind my neck, and watched my future wife perform his morning duties.

Little did he know that beginning tomorrow, he would not only lick and suck my balls every morning, but he would also be pushing his sweet, pink tongue in-and-out of my asshole, as well.

"Now the other ball, Sweetie!" I said.

After a minute or so I said: "Good boy...now take them both in your mouth-you can do it-you can suck them both-go on..."

I think it was the widest smile I ever had as I watched him struggle to get my scrotum in his mouth and when he succeeded his lips and cheeks were stretched so wide it was comical.

Yes, I admit it-I am a dirty old man, but I know damn well if you had a sweet and innocent boy like Ronnie kneeling between your legs you'd make him do this for you, too!

"Good boy...that's it-keep your tongue moving...oh, Sweetie, you are a wonderful boy...oh, yes, suck my balls-oh yesss..."

His eyes were almost popping out of his head. It was time to move on.

"Very good, Sweetie, my cock is ready for you now-take it in your mouth-suck my cock, Sweetie...good boy...ohhhh-yessssssss..."

Only the second day and he'd learned how to swallow every drop. What a special boy!

I took him in my arms, we kissed, I pushed his balls low in their sac and he whimpered with frustration, but quickly became excited when he saw me oiling the dido.

"You are such a good boy it's time for your reward...lay down, Sweetie and spread your legs...yes, very good..."

His excitement turned to shock when I handed him the dildo. I smiled and kissed his cheek to relax him.

"I want to watch you masturbate, Sweetie..."

"B-But, uh, please no, I can't-"

"Ronnie, lovers hide nothing from one another," I scolded him.

I took hold of his leg closest to me and pulled it back and to the side. I reached down and squeezed his throbbing dick.

"Sweetie, I want to see you do this..." I said then guided his hand lower until the tip of the fake cock was against his hole.

"Stick it in your pussy, Sweetie-do it now! Do it for Daddy!"

If he heard me say "Daddy" he didn't acknowledge it; he was too shocked and repulsed by my request. I took his hand, aimed the dildo, and forced it into his opening.

"Ohhhhhhhhh-God-noooooooooooo..." he groaned.

I knew he was fighting a losing battle; I pushed his hand until the entire dildo was inside him. His other hand flew to his prick but I slapped it away.

"Sweetie, I won't let you play with yourself until you start fucking your pussy...do it for me now, Sweetie-I want to see you fuck your pussy-do it-DO IT NOW!"

I startled him out of his malaise. He slowly began to work the dildo; I released my grip on him and he began fucking himself.

"Good boy..." I said softly. "That's it-shove that cock into your pussy...oh yes, good boy...okay, Sweetie, show me how well you masturbate-don't be shy-that's it—stroke your penis...good boy...yes, you are a wonderful boy."

I was sure this was the most humiliating and degrading moment of his young life: To be forced to fuck himself with a dildo and masturbate before the eyes of a man who only a couple days ago he knew only as his boss...but I also knew his libido and the 'love potion' would soon render him helpless to his lust and desire.

I felt my own cock swell to life watching this cute boy demean himself by so easily giving in to his basest instincts. After this, he would never be the same...that is what I was counting on.

"OH-OH-OH-OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH..."

I watched the boy's virile, young penis spurt strings of hot cum into the air.

"OH-GOD—OH-GOD—OH-GOD—OH-GOD—OH-GOD—OH-GOD..."

He lay perfectly still once he finished. I leaned over, kissed his lips and whispered, "You're such a good boy I might give you a 'special treat' later, okay?"

He knew immediately what I meant and managed a weak, "That would be nice..."

When he recovered and we rolled out of bed I said, "Go make coffee then meet me in the bathroom-we're going to shower together!"

I gave him a playful spank on his round asscheeks; he yelped and said, "Yes, William."

During our shower I made sure to touch and caress him until his little dick was hard, and bobbing before him.

"Sweetie..." I said, pointing at his erection. "...you need to learn self-control!"

He blushed and stammered, "I-I don't know what's wrong with me!"

I took him in my arms, kissed his lips and replied, "There is nothing wrong with you-you love being naked with me...I think you might even be 'in love' with me!"

"Mister Harwood-William-I don't-uh...oh God..." he blurted out.

"Don't worry, Sweetie, I'm going to help you with that," I said softly and sincerely.

When we dried ourselves I reached into a drawer beneath the bathroom sink and brought out a small, leather strap.

He looked at it curiously and asked, "What is that?"

I said, "I'll show you what it's for-spread your legs!"

"Huh?" he said with wide eyes.

Again I said, "Spread your legs!" and gave him a slightly harder spank on his buttocks.

"OH!" he exclaimed and obeyed me. I saw his cute little scrotum dangling between his legs.

I pushed his balls low, wrapped the strap around the top of his scrotum, and pulled it tight until he squealed "OH MY!"

"This is how we'll work on your self-control," I explained. "You will not be able to have an orgasm while you're wearing this, okay?"

"B-But I like to-uh, you know-I liked all the fun we had yesterday-is, uh, is this necessary?" he said in a high-pitched squeak.

"Sweetie, relax...this is for your own good...and just wait until I remove it...you're going to climax even better than yesterday!"

"OH," he exclaimed. "Oh, okay."

In the bedroom I slipped into a fresh pair of boxers and gave him new gym shorts to wear. This time they really were pink.

"OH" was all he said then put them on with no further protest.

In the kitchen I said, "Sweetie, I'll pour the coffee while you cook breakfast!"

"Yes, William," he said.

With his back turned to me, I poured a vial of 'love potion' into his cup, and another one into mine. I may have an extra strong libido, but keeping up with the youngster was especially critical today.

We sat side-by-side while we ate and occasionally I squeezed and stroked his thighs. I wanted his penis as hard-as-a-rock all day long.

At one point he asked, "Are we going fishing today?"

"Well, Sweetie," I said. "You can go fishing off the dock, or...we can stay inside and make love all day."

"OH!" he exclaimed, blushing one more time. "Uh, well...I'm kinda tired today...maybe I'll go fishing awhile?"

"Sure, Sweetie, but I warned you about the bugs, didn't I? They get awfully thick out there!"

"Well, uh, that's okay...uh, I mean, I'd love to go fishing-maybe I can catch us dinner for tonight!"

I smiled and said, "That would be great!"

Later, on the front porch, I gave him a rod-and-reel, a bait bucket and a cooler. It was awkward, but he managed to carry it all himself.

Before I opened the door for him I said, "Give me a kiss for good luck!"

"Oh, uh-sure," he said and shyly offered his face to me.

I took his head and planted a big, sloppy kiss on his lips. Once again his face turned beet red.

I'm sure going to miss his blushing face when he's broken-in, I thought to myself as I held the door open for him.

I stood by the door and waited for his imminent return. He made it half-way to the dock before it happened:

The mosquitos attacked him en masse. He tried to wave them off but with both hands full, he found it didn't work. It was a bad idea to go outside wearing only his gym shorts.

A thousand more mosquitos dove at his nearly nude body. They covered his soft, white flesh from head to toe. He shrieked, dropped all he was carrying, and fled back to the house with his arms flailing wildly above his head.

I opened the door, let him in then shut it. We spent a couple minutes mashing the mosquitos sucking at his blood.

I took him in my arms, kissed him and said, "I'm glad you changed your mind, Sweetie-I want to make love all day long, too!"

I knew that would bring a beautiful shade of crimson to his pretty face.

In less than an hour, I had him sitting on the floor, leaning against the sofa, his head tilted back as I knelt over his face.

"You love sucking my balls, don't you, Sweetie?" I said to him. He couldn't see my smile.

"Uhmmmmmmm..." was all he could say with my balls in his mouth.

I reached back and opened my butt-cheeks. "Okay, Sweetie...lick me there...I want to feel your mouth on my asshole!"

He was so far gone I knew he couldn't resist. I had caressed his soft flesh, and stroked his raging boner until the lust-fueled glaze clouded his eyes, and his body was a quaking and trembling mass of pure sexual desire.

The scrotum strap prevented a premature orgasm; I knew his balls were aching for release.

"No, Sweetie," I corrected him. "Press your lips around my anus and lick at it...oh, yes...very good, Sweetie...keep licking...oooo-yessss...push it into me, Sweetie-push your tongue into my asshole...curl your tongue-it will go inside much easier...that's it-yes, that's the way to do it...push it in as far as it will go...press your face against me, Sweetie and breathe thru your nose...oh yes, good boy...swirl your tongue and lick the walls of my asshole...oh Sweetie, you are the best!"

I made him keep his tongue inside my rectum longer than necessary; my cock was ready to burst, but I wanted him to learn; to understand this would be expected of him; that licking my asshole would be a major part of his sexual submission to me.

After ten minutes his tongue brought me to the very brink of ejaculation and I could wait no longer.

I lifted my ass from his face, lowered my body so my cock pointed directly at his mouth, and said, "Suck me off, Sweetie!"

He was more than eager to make me cum in his mouth. He had learned the sooner I climaxed-the sooner I would allow him to orgasm.

What a good boy-and smart, too.

It took his skillful lips and tongue less than two-minutes to have me spurting into his mouth.

I needlessly cried out, "Swallow it all, Sweetie!!"

I could actually hear him gulping down my spunk. Oh my God-what an erotic and sexy sound that is!

Once he dutifully cleaned me, I sat nude on the sofa, and told him, "Get naked, Sweetie!" His shorts were down his legs and on the floor in two-seconds.

His face was flush with heat and desire; his little boner drooled pre-cum. He watched me thru narrowed eyelids as I coated the dildo with oil.

I took his hand and led him to the comfy chair across from the mirror. I sat, opened my legs and held the fake cock pointing it upwards, using the cushion for support.

"Turn your back to me, Sweetie," I said and he dutifully obeyed.

I stroked his buttocks; his quivering flesh. I found his entrapped balls and lightly massaged them; they were huge-chock full of young cum.

My original intention was to make him impale himself on the fake cock and raise and lower his hips until he was begging me to let him cum then I would unfasten the scrotum strap and he would experience his best orgasm yet, but...the 'love potion' was working well and my cock was almost at full-staff again and, well, he was coming along much faster than I had anticipated.

No two Conversion Therapies are the same-different boy's progress at different speeds, and Ronnie was definitely ready for the next phase.

I decided now would be the perfect time to take the virginity of this innocent boy, and to increase my excitement-I would make him deflower himself!

"Tell me what you want, Sweetie!"

I stared into the mirror to watch his reaction. "I—I—I-" he stammered.

"Sweetie, when we make love, I want you to call me 'Daddy'...so tell 'Daddy' what you want-that you want to feel Daddy's hard cock inside your hot, tight pussy?" I said then waited for his reaction.

"Oh my G-God..." he stammered; the look on his face was a mixture of fear, shame and revulsion. It caused my cock to become fully erect.

This was the final battle of our 'war of wits'...his last chance to fight for his manhood-to defend his masculinity. He was fully aware if he caved-in to his lust and desire and admitted the truth, his old identity would be gone forever.

I reached between his legs, took his hard, little pecker in my hand and lightly stroked it back-and-forth. I used my thumb to smear his pre-cum over the glans. His body shook violently; he groaned out loud.

"Tell Daddy what he wants to hear, Sweetie-where do you want Daddy to put his hard cock? Tell Daddy you want him to fuck your pussy!" I said.

He whimpered and stubbornly remained silent. I dipped my middle finger in the baby oil and pushed it against his anus. I worked my finger inside him to the first knuckle. His knees almost gave way, but I was able to hold him upright.

"Ronnie, my patience with you is running thin-I'm tired of your games!" I scolded him. "If you can't admit simple truths to me I want nothing more to do with you!"

Another whimper; he began pushing his hips down to swallow more of my finger.

"M-Mister Harwood, uh, William-oh my God-D-Daddy...yes, Daddy...please fuck my asshole, Daddy! I want to feel your hard cock in my asshole, Daddy!"

"Sweetie," I said calmly. "Men have assholes-boys like you have 'pussy's', do you understand me?"

"Oh God...yes, yes I understand you, Daddy!"

"So then...what is it you want, Sweetie?"

"Ohhhhhh-God...please fuck my pussy, Daddy-I want to feel your hard cock in my hot, tight pussy!"

Those were the sweetest words I had ever heard!

When I was satisfied his pussy was properly lubricated, I closed my legs and pulled him backwards until the creamy-smoothness of his rounded buttocks were over my erection.

"Spread your legs wider...good girl...now take my cock and place it against your hole...yes, very good...now push down and wiggle your hips..."

"Oh God, Daddy-it hurts-IT'S TOO BIG, DADDY-IT WON'T FIT INSIDE MY PUSSY!"

"Yes, it will, Sweetie...go slowly-ease yourself down on it-yes, it will hurt at first, but you can do it! Place your hands on the armrests, dear...good girl...keep pushing down, Sweetie..."

"OHHHHHHH-UNGHHHHHHHHH-ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH..."

"You're almost there, Sweetie...one more inch and you'll have it all the way inside you!"

"OH-GOD-DADDY-OH-GOD—OH-GOD-OH-GOD-OH-GOD-OH-GOD-OH-GOD..."

His hips came to rest on my thighs. He'd done it-he'd taken my entire cock in his tight asshole...he was no longer a virgin!

I caressed his chest and breasts. I was delighted with his hard nipples-they had to be almost three-quarters-of-an-inch long. I pinched and rolled them between my thumb and forefinger eliciting deep, guttural moans from the quivering boy.

"Now raise yourself up, Sweetie...raise your hips until just the head of my cock is still inside your pussy!"

"Ohhhhh, yes, Daddy."

He used his hands for balance. The walls of his tight cunt clung to my cock sending electric shocks of pleasure coursing thru-out my body. I couldn't have been more ecstatic-his boy-pussy fit my cock like a skin-tight, velvet glove.

When he reached the apex and just my glans was inside him, I was about to give him further instruction, but there was no need-he paused for a nano-second then rammed his hips downward impaling himself on my cock once again.

Out of both of our mouths came "OOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH..."

I settled back and let the boy find and control his rhythm while I basked in the sweet tightness of a pussy I would be fucking every day for the rest of my life.