Patricia's Piercings

I used to be really well built. Well, not that I'm not anymore, but in a different way. I looked a lot like David Beckham but with bigger arms. Women were all over me. It's funny to think about the days when I used to go out looking for a nice fuck while I sit here writing with my hot pink nails and dick-sucking lips.

Where to begin? I'd just finished practice for the day, I was the quarterback for an adult non-professional team. We'd hit the showers and I was about to go out on the town for the evening with one of our cheerleaders. We had a small group of really hot women that would show up to cheer us on. I was feeling a little sore and decided I'd go get a massage after I went tanning (I liked to keep myself dark to show off my ab definition). My best friend, our tight-end, had given me the number of what a girl that was supposed to be a fantastic masseuse.

After I got out of the tanning booth I called the number and scheduled an appointment for a half an hour from then. An hour long massage sounded fantastic, my back was really tight after the day's workout. The lady who picked up the phone sounded really sexy so I was excited to get over there.

The place was at a strip mall, a little out of the way but I'd do anything to get the tension out at that point. I walked into the lobby which was a lot nicer than it should have been considering the area. There were some nice exotic plants, dark tones, and really soothing jazzy music playing lightly over the air. The woman at the check-in counter was a knockout, that sort of classic beauty. She was intimidating.

"Can I help you?" she asked.

"Yeah, I have an appointment for six." I replied, smiling.

"Ah, Mr. Roth?"

"That's me."

She smiled and I nearly fainted she was that beautiful.

"I'll take you back to your room. Get undressed and put a towel over yourself, I'll be in to give you your massage in just a few minutes." She winked and walked out of the room.

I thought I was in heaven. The room was very neat and tidy, just the sort of place I'd feel comfortable getting naked in. The table already had some nice clean towels lying on it and there were massage oils, gloves, and heated rocks on a table next to it.

I got undressed and admired myself in the mirror for a minute. I had a nice thick 9" cock, maybe even a little bigger than that, it was cut and I always liked to look at it when I took my clothes off.

I went over to the table and laid down on the towels, they were unbelievably comfortable. I took one off the stand next to me and laid it neatly over my bubble-butt, the guys on the team always made fun of me, they said I had an ass like a teenage girl. Whatever.

When the woman walked in again she was wearing a tight t-shirt and a pair of really short cutoff jeans. It sort of clashed with the environment but I wasn't complaining. She was absolutely beautiful.

"Is your back bothering you? I noticed you laid on your front. Most of our men like to lay on their backs at the beginning." she asked.

"Actually yes, I've got a lot of tension up in my shoulders and down in my lower back. Think you can do something about that?"

She winked at me. "Of course I can, that's what I'm paid to do."

This was going to be good.

"What's your name?" I asked her as she put on a pair of gloves and started oiling my back with warm oil.

"Patricia." she replied. "You're clean right?" That was an odd question.

"I like to think so, yes," I said awkwardly, "I do shower twice a day, and after workouts."

"Good, then I won't be needing these." she said, removing her gloves.

Oh yes, this was definitely going to be good.

She started kneading my back and I felt my tensions start to ease away. After about ten minutes I felt on top of the world. She pulled the towel off my butt and gasped.

"Is something wrong?" I asked. I wasn't sure if a masseuse was supposed to remove a towel from the customer, or if they were allowed to gasp.

"You have the perfect butt." she said.

"Umm," I replied.

"It's a good thing, now relax." she said.

"This is fantastic." I told her as she began kneading my butt. I'd never had anyone do that and it felt wonderful.

"You know what might make this better?" she asked me.

"What?"

"Roll over." she replied.

I did as I was told and praised myself for not being erect. That didn't last for long though. She took her t-shirt off and I saw her perfect breasts for the first time. They weren't huge, probably a C cup, but they were perfect nonetheless.

"Do you normally do this?" I asked.

"Nope. But I've been wanting to," she replied, "I feel more comfortable naked. Do you mind?"

"Not at all," I smiled at her, "by all means."

"Well in that case," she giggled and slipped her cutoffs off. She wasn't wearing panties and she was completely shaved. I was hard at this point and she grabbed my raging cock and started pumping it slowly.

"Are you going to be a good boy?" she asked. I wasn't sure what that meant but I agreed anyways.

"Are you going to do what I tell you?" she asked.

"Absolutely." I replied.

"And you won't question me?"

"No."

"Good. Here, have a sip of this." she handed me a glass with an amber liquid in it and I took a sip. It was good. She was rubbing my chest and nipples and it felt great. I was ready to go along with anything.

After a few minutes of continued massage, along with her continually teasing my cock, I started to feel a little lightheaded, but nothing serious. Sort of like after a few drinks but not quite that bad. It was a strange sensation.

Patricia leaned down and kissed me passionately on the lips.

"You're amazing." I told her softly as she pulled away.

"You have no idea." she said as she climbed up on the table and ran her nails lightly down my chest and abs. She positioned her sweet pussy just above my huge raging cock and held it there, I could feel her body heat on me.

"Please." was all I could manage.

"You'll do anything?"

"Anything."

She opened a drawer and pulled out a small silver tube and handed it to me.

"Put this on." she ordered me. I realized it was lipstick. Whatever I thought, this would be worth it.

As I started to apply the hot pink lipstick she began to mount me. She slid down my pole slowly and was a quarter of the way down when I finished putting the lipstick on.

"You're good at that." she said.

"It's fairly self explanatory." I said as I reached up to grab her breasts. She started grinding on the top portion of my dick slowly while she let me caress her and sucked one of my fingers.

"You like my tits?" she asked.

"They're perfect. You're . . . perfect." I said.

"You wish you had a pair."

"I wish I looked as good as you." I replied. I wasn't sure what I was saying but everything felt right. She was the girl for me.

"Do you want nice, big, round titties like me?" she asked as she slid herself further down my pole.

"Yes!" I screamed and grunted. It felt so good!

She reached into the drawer again and pulled out a piercing gun.

"What are you doing with that?" I asked. She was clearly kinky and I liked it.

"I'm going to pierce your nipples." she replied.

I raised my head to see what she was doing. There were a couple of butterfly nipple piercings in her hand, they were just silver but shaped like butterflies. They kind of dangled off the nipples.

"Those are a little girly." I said.

"Hon," she replied, gyrating on my cock, "here's the deal. I like girly boys. I like little sissy faggots who cum on command and give me all the pleasure I want. I like threesomes and I like a little bitch to suck a man's cock while I fuck his mouth. But when I'm out of the bedroom I like a man, a big strong man like you.

"What I'm proposing is this. I like you, I feel drawn to you -"

"I'm drawn to you too," I cut her off.

"Good baby." she started pumping faster. "When we're in the bedroom I want you to be half man half woman. You're going to have to like cocks. You're going to have to like getting fucked from behind. But I'll make sure you get yours in the end baby. I want you to be happy too. When we're in public you can be just the same as you always were, which is why I have these."

She held up three other piercings. Two were rings for my nipples, nice and masculine, and the other was a piercing I'd never seen.

"This one's your ball piercing. It won't hurt and we can fuck after I've done it."

I'd been with guys before. If they were good looking and discreet I didn't mind. It was fun, but I'd never been fucked before. I figured what the hell? If I didn't love it I could always discuss it with this woman who was apparently my new steady girlfriend, and if she didn't like it then I could leave. She seemed pretty cool.

"I'll try it." I said.

"That's a good girl." she said and kissed me again. The things she could do to my cock with her pussy were amazing, I'd been on the verge of orgasm for minutes now but I couldn't quite cum.

"You're going to love what these do to you." she said.

The piercing wasn't so bad. The butterflies looked funny in my nipples, they didn't hurt at all after the initial piercing. They just kind of dangled there and looked cute. She pierced the bottom of my balls too, just near my taint, and a little butterfly dangled there now too, that one had a bell.

Then I felt it.

"Ummm," I said, getting a little worried.

"Shhh," she hushed me, "Don't worry. Go lay down for a minute. Nothing that happens is permanent."

I didn't like the way I felt but if it wasn't permanent whatever. I laid down on the table and started to feel a little dizzy but it felt good too, in a strange way. Before I knew what was going on Patricia had slipped her cutoffs on me and was working her hot pink tshirt over me.

"Don't worry baby, I won't hurt you." she whispered in my ears. She started kissing my neck and I felt strange and extremely horny. My hands started moving down my chest, one stopped at my nipple and started playing with it and the new piercing, the other continued down to my hard cock.

It took a moment but I realized something what changing. I looked down and saw that my nipples were huge, they were poking up and I could see them through the tshirt, my chest seemed to be swollen too. When my hand got to my cock I shouted, it was tiny but it felt just like it always did. My balls had shrunken too, I couldn't even feel them.

As I kept my hand on my crotch I could feel my cock getting even smaller, but I had to play with it. It only took two fingers to work the length of it. Soon it was too small to fit between even my thumb and index finger and I found myself rubbing a dick that was the size of a big lit.

"What did you do to me?" I wanted to shout. I just sort of gasped it instead, I was so horny and writhing on the table.

"It can be undone in the same amount of time baby. Go look in the mirror."

I stood up and looked down. My body was normally hairless, it looked more athletic that way, but I was wearing a hot pink tshirt that said 'kiss the girl' and I had small B cup breasts that were clearly pierced. At the same time I looked down at my cutoff shorts, they were tiny and my huge cock should have been making a bulge but you couldn't even tell I had one.

As I started to walk over to the mirror she stopped me.

"Use these." she said, handing me a pair of slinky, strappy, clear plastic fuck-me sandals with open toes. I figured I had to, there wasn't any reason not to.

I slipped them on and didn't have much trouble walking in the 3 inch heels over to the mirror. The balance was a little off but I figured it out quickly. I still felt ridiculously horny but when I put my hand down my shorts to rub my now diminished cock Patricia slapped my hand.

"In good time." she said, "look."

I looked in the mirror. It was odd. It was definitely me, medium length hair and masculine face, the strong jawline and boyish good looks. I had hot pink lipstick on though. As I continued looking down I noticed the pert breasts inside the tshirt. It was a tight shirt and shorter on me than on her so I could see I still had my masculine muscle-tone. The shorts didn't even hint at the fact that I was a man and in the heels my legs had a sexy definition to them.

I looked like a good looking man who'd decided to have a boob job done and wear lipstick and girl's clothes out.

As the realization struck me I noticed I liked it. I liked it a lot. A feeling rose up in my crotch region and I whimpered a little and bent over slightly.

"Doesn't it feel good baby, all those nerve endings bundled so much closer together?"

I nodded.

"But how can we have sex?" I asked, a little discouraged.

"Oh there's a lot of ways," she said devilishly. She opened a drawer and pulled out a large clear pink strapon and held it in front of her pussy, "this way for one."

I thought about it for a second. She was gorgeous, I looked . . . well I looked odd but appealing at the same time. I also wanted to get off more than anything in the world.

I bend over a bit and put my hands on the wall, looking over my shoulder towards her.

"Oh darling," patricia said, "You're so good. Don't worry, I'm not in the mood right now. I want a big strong dick inside me. You're really big, you know that?"

I smiled, liking the compliment but replied, "Not anymore I'm not."

"Trust me." she said as she put the strapon back in the drawer and slammed it. She walked over in a very intimidating manner and used a tissue to wipe the lipstick off me. She kissed me and reached down and massaged my little cock.

"We'll call it a clit when it's like this." she mentioned offhand before she lifted my shirt off.

"And we'll keep these like this for now," she said.

She kissed them and I squirmed with pleasure. She looked up and smiled, she was clearly enjoying herself. She kissed down my ripped and muscled abdomen and unbuttoned the cutoffs. She pulled them down and I looked down.

There was a cock, yes, but it was tiny. Dangling from it, just barely, was a little butterfly, colored unlike the ones dangling from now perfectly sculpted breasts. I cupped them and started playing with them while she jingled the bell attached to my 'clit'.

"And this is how we make you a boy again." she said. She licked my clit and I doubled over in ecstasy. It wasn't an orgasm like I'd had before, it was different. Not better, not worse, just different and equally fantastic. I looked down and noticed there was a wad of cum dangling from my little clit. Patricia lapped it up quickly and removed the piercing.

I felt my balls drop. It was an odd feeling, but apparently they'd been up inside my body the entire time. The next thing I felt was my cock returning to regular size. In the course of a minute it'd grown to it's normal 9" and Patricia looked up at me.

"I think I may be in love with you." I said, for no apparent reason as I squeezed one of my nipples."

"If you're not now, you're going to be."

From somewhere she produced a large rounded butt plug, hot pink with a jewel on the outside.

"Just so you remember who's you are." she smiled at me.

I had played with anal toys before and apparently was fairly stretched out because the plug went in without any lube pretty easily. It felt great, I'd felt empty my entire life without it. She pulled my nipple piercings out and replaced them with the manly loops and in second they'd deflated into regular size pecs again. They weren't anywhere near as sensitive, but I was more interested in my cock at the moment.

We fucked for hours. She was fantastic. She'd pull my plug out and use beads or her fingers sometimes, she even fisted me once and I moaned like a bitch in heat. Afterwards we'd each cum about 20 times, no lie, and she slid my plug back in.

I went to the back of the shop to take a shower and noticed she'd locked the front of the store hours ago when I'd first come in. She'd planned this. I didn't mind though, it was the greatest experience of my life.

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3 months later

I don't really play football anymore. I still keep in great shape and I'll go out on the field if the team really needs me but it takes a while to change out of my cheerleading uniform and it's odd to play football with a buttplug and g-string. Oh well.

I'm a man in public 90% of the time, except when I'm cheerleading. The rest of the time it's touch-and-go really. Patricia likes me to be a girly-boy sometimes and a man the rest of the time. We fuck the football team on a rotating basis, my old friends get a kick out of seeing me with tits and a little lit with butterflies sticking out of my boobs, but it's all in good fun. A few of them have even let me fuck them after cumming in my ass.

I like men, they turn me on, but I'm in love with Patricia, she's my everything. Sometimes for the hell of it she'll take me to a gay club we know and watch me get fucked in every hole. It's fun and they take care of my little clitty like all good boys should. Afterwards I replace the piercings and go out into the world as a man. I'm covered in cum and wreak of musk but a man nonetheless. Afterwards Patricia and I make love for hours.

It's interesting, this lifestyle. I don't know exactly how Patricia's little toys do the work and I don't care. I can live a normal life and be who I want to be when I want to be them. Patricia and I are getting married in a few months, we've already set the date. Now it's just a matter of who fucks who on the wedding night.