Grass Is Sometimes Greener....

"Have fun, girlfriend!" I called out to him as I watched him squeeze between his two manly men.

The moment I was alone I saw Derek motion for me to join them on the other side of the pool.

I greeted the three of them and was handed a bottle of suntan lotion from Derek. "I did the girls," he said, then added with a grin "How would you like to do ME, Cutie?"

I giggled and said, "A-N-Y-T-I-M-E!" which elicited a laugh from him and Karen.

Donna, as usual, didn't crack a smile...she doesn't much care for me...we twinks nicknamed her 'Princess' because Mistress Karen required her mouth only, and she never had to suck or fuck Derek...his cock was reserved for Mistress Karen's cunt---and MY mouth!

As always, when I rubbed the lotion onto Derek's firm flesh, my objective was to get him aroused and watch the material of his shorts slowly balloon outwards. He knew what I was trying to do, heck, Karen and Donna knew it too, and always watched us thru their sunglasses.

I was so engrossed in my 'project' that the sound of Michael's voice startled me.

"Sissy, you are incorrigible! I can't leave you alone with a man for a single second...c'mon, let's go home---you've earned yourself a sound spanking!" he said with mock scorn.

I wiped my hands dry and stood behind Michael; he suddenly turned and asked me, "Did you show them your new panties?"

"No, Michael." I replied.

"Show them!" he commanded.

"Yes, Michael," I said and turned my back and lowered the gym shorts to my knees exposing the rear-view of the panties to Karen, Donna and Derek.

I heard the chuckles when they read the words embroidered on the cotton panties: "I love my man's stiffy here" with an arrow pointing down the crack of my ass.

Early-on, Michael decided he wanted me in panties all-day-every-day, but the sheer nylon panties, and the flimsy, lace panties he liked to see me wearing created a problem: the material felt sooo-goood---I couldn't help but spring a boner whenever I wore them. He solved that by getting me girly cotton panties to wear during the day.

Panties with little sayings stitched onto them like: "Itty Bitty Clitty" over my crotch...or on my butt, "In Case of Erection—Insert Here"...or, also on my butt, "This Belongs to Michael."

"C'mon, Sissy," he said. "...we don't have much time before Raymond and Jerry's dinner party!"

We said our good-byes and Mistress Karen and Donna said, "Have fun tonight, Sissy!"

Donna always seemed particularly delighted whenever she is able to call me "Sissy"---her voice drips with snarky-ness.

Derek said, "I can't wait for tonight, Sissy!"

It is Michael's pet-name for me, and all the people in our small circle of friends now call me 'Sissy' whenever they see me. It bothered me at first...the name seemed more appropriate for Leslie, not me---he's way more swishy than I am, but I soon realized that I am the only 'sub' who loves wearing women's underwear, and I am a heckuva lot more feminine than Leslie...I like my nickname now.

We were about to go inside our apartment when Jeffrey came running down the hallway to us. He gave a large, manilla envelope to Michael saying, "Tommy says you should have this."

"Thank you, Jeffrey," responded Michael.

"You're welcome, Michael...I am looking forward to tonight!" he said with a glean in his eyes.

Sometimes Jeffrey's flirtatious ways with my man upsets me, but in the end, Michael chooses me to be in his bed every night, not him.

Michael chuckled and said, "Yes, so am I, boy---it will be fun!"

I tried not to think about tonight...ever since Michael told me what I would be doing at the party I had difficulties controlling not only my emotions, but my erections, as well.

Once inside the apartment, Michael takes me in his arms and hugs me to his sweaty body. We kiss and then I feel the slight pressure on my shoulders indicating to me what is wanted.

I slide to my knees, pull down his sweatpants and bury my face in his crotch. I inhale deeply thru my nose and his manly aroma makes not only my dick stand-up, but also the hairs on the back of my neck, as well.

OH MY HELL---I simply adore his musky and manly smell after his workout...it is so rich and intoxicating I have to control myself so I don't ejaculate inside my cotton panties.

I lick the sweat off his balls then turn my attention to his now-erect cock...I leisurely cover his damp flesh with licks and kisses...I never take his cock in my mouth until he says in a trembling, and almost pleading voice, "Suck it, Sissy---suck my cock!"

I say, "Yes, my Darling" and draw his rock-hard flesh into my mouth and proceed to pleasure him.

That term of endearment just slipped out of me one night and he never protested so in our most intimate moments I continue to use that word because he truly is 'my Darling'....

His manhood has been inside my mouth so often I know every crook and nanny---every ridge and vein---every super-sensitive area susceptible to my expert tongue...it never takes me more than a few minutes to coax "oooo's" and "ahhhhs" from his gasping and sighing mouth.

Sometimes it becomes a game with us...he knows how much I love the taste of his seed so he'll delay his climax as long as he can...he even pushes his balls low in his scrotum delaying the inevitable...that only serves to inspire me to suck him faster and harder.

After awhile, he simply gives in to the pleasure I am giving him and begins to actively push his hardness deeper into my mouth. Some days he will hold my head still and face-fuck me with such urgency, his cockhead strikes the back of my throat causing my gag-reflex to kick-in...other times he will stand (or lay) perfectly still making me do all the work---bobbing my head back-and-forth or up-and-down so quickly I get dizzy.

I know his main 'tell' so well by now, I am always prepared to receive the huge deluge of sperm and semen his large balls produce and not be caught off guard and possibly spill some of it.

His body suddenly goes perfectly still and he cries out a single "OH" before all hell breaks loose and he plunges into my mouth and his balls fire four-five volleys of thick streams of cum as I lap at it directly off his cock-slit...very rarely am I unable to catch and swallow every drop of his sweet nectar.

Afterwards, when he's gasping for air, he makes the same excited utterance: "Oh God, my sweet-little-sissy-boy---that was even better than the last time!" and I always love hearing him say it.

I help him readjust his sweatpants then he said, "I have to go to the bathroom."

I begin to follow him; he likes for me to stand behind him and hold his penis when he urinates.

"Not this time, Sissy---I need to do a sit-down."

He quickly closes the bathroom door and I see the manilla envelope Jeffrey had given him. I briefly wonder if I should look inside and my curiosity wins-out.

The envelope contains large, glossy photographs and I pull them out and look at them.

I smile when I see they are all pictures of me wearing nothing but panties, and I have an erection in each photograph.

I was about to return them to the envelope when---OH MY HELL---I said to myself---wait a minute---these are the photos Michael had taken of me back home in our old apartment---how in the heck did Tommy get them?

I pressed my memory to the day Michael had arrived and every day thereafter but couldn't for the life of me remember seeing this envelope in Michael's hands...once again I asked myself: How did Tommy get these photos?

Chapter 7 – My Cumming-Out Party

I heard the shower running in the bathroom. It was unusual for me not to be in there washing Michael, but he had already told me I would take a bath, and perform my nightly ablutions as if it were a normal evening and I was just getting ready for bed.

I prepared a light salad and ate at the kitchen table. "Yes," Michael had said, "...there will be plenty of food at the party, but it's not for you---you'll be on a liquid diet tonight!"

My head was buzzing; my penis was out of control; I tried hard to think of anything besides what I would be doing all night to stop the leaking pre-cum from my cock-slit. There was already the familiar ache in my balls in anticipation of tonight's events.

I was surprised when I heard Michael call-out "Sissy"---I had been so deep in thought I hadn't heard the shower stop running. He was in the bedroom slipping into his abbreviated boxers. He looked so rugged and handsome wearing them I couldn't help but smile.

I went into the bathroom and began running my bath water. I added the conditioner and depilatory liquid to the bath water. I removed the enema kit from beneath the sink and went about my business. I actually filled the bag twice to ensure I was completely empty of all possibly embarrassing matter.

I set the twenty-minute timer then eased myself into the tub and sat back and enjoyed the hot water and bubbles. I must have dozed-off because the alarm startled me. I stood and examined myself then pulled the plug to allow the bath water to drain. I pulled on the shower and washed the soap and body hairs off my soft flesh.

I cleaned the tub then dried myself off. I walked into the living room naked and stood before Michael who was sitting on the sofa. I opened my legs wide and he ran his hand over my thighs and legs. He then cupped my hairless balls and lightly stroked my flaccid penis.

When he stared at my chest and ran his hands over my skin he remarked, "Sweetie, I love how your little titties have developed!"

I beamed with pride. He had gotten me on an exercise regimen that, in a short amount of time, had made my breasts more pronounced. From the waist-up, my body could easily be mistaken for a young, teenage girl.

It caused me to remember his direst warning to me back home when he was trying to convince me to move to Florida. He'd said, "...Amahl wouldn't be satisfied until I looked more like a girl than a guy!"

I am now convinced it was at Michael's bidding Amahl began to lengthen my nipples...I believe it is Michael's fantasy to have me 'looking more like a girl than a guy'---I love him so much I will happily go along with whatever he asks of me!

"Display your pussy to me!" he commanded.

"Yes, Michael," I said and immediately turned my back to him, bent-over and reached back and pulled apart my buttocks to prove there were no hairs anywhere near my pussy.

A few weeks ago, I hadn't been as meticulous as I should have been and missed a couple strands of body hairs...OH MY HELL---the paddling he gave me made me bawl like a schoolgirl, and I literally was unable to sit directly on my butt for two-full-days---I vowed never to make that mistake again!

"Sweetie, you are the prettiest thing I've ever seen---sit on my lap!" he said.

He held me close and we kissed. He fondled and caressed my legs then turned his attention to my breasts. He pinched and kneaded my titties until the nipples were long and hard.

When he grasped my erection he gave it a squeeze then showed me the scrotum strap and said, "Here Sweetie, stand up and cinch your balls!"

This time an uncontrollable shudder caused my body to visibly shake. I had such a powerful love/hate relationship with the seemingly innocuous leather strap that at times caused my emotions to spill over.

He had introduced it into our lovemaking a couple weeks ago, and was now an integral part of our sex life. The power it held over me scared and frightened me to no end.

I discovered on the first night that no matter how excited I became---no matter how much my balls swelled and hurt---there was no way I could climax while that damned strap was wrapped tightly around my scrotum flesh.

That night, and every other time I was required to wear it, I made such a darn fool of myself it was embarrassing. I mean, I would get so excited that I would beg Michael to allow me to cum---I pleaded with him---my mind became like jello---my body literally trembled and shook with the greatest lust I had ever felt; an all-consuming need to cum; tears would come to my eyes while I wildly begged and pleaded with him...and when he finally loosened the strap I would have the most mind-shattering orgasms of my life...I screamed and cried as gobs of sperm and semen exploded from my balls like never before.

I hated having to wear it and what it turned me into, but it also gave me the most incredible orgasms a boy could ever experience.

Once in place, he checked the tightness of the strap then said,"Good---now go put on the bra and panties I laid out for you!"

"Yes, Michael," I said and went to the bedroom with my hard-on jutting straight out from my crotch. It seemed once the strap was in place, my prick stayed erect until I was allowed to cum.

I saw the 'outfit' on the bed and slipped the sheer, pink panties up my legs and fitted the material over my erection. A shiver raced thru my body when I put my arms thru the straps of the flimsy, pink lace bra and reached behind my back to fasten it.

Another shiver raced up my spine when it was tightly in place and my hardened nipples were pressed firmly into the lacy material. I had to stop and catch my breath...it was one thing to wear panties, but every time I wore a bra, I truly did feel like a woman!

On my return to Michael, my flesh broke out with goose-pimples when I saw him holding the dog collar. I took another deep breath as I went to him knowing full-well what would happen next.

He had explained to me in great detail what he wanted from me at the party and even asked for my consent.

"Sweetie, I don't want you to do anything at all that you are not comfortable with...tell me now, and if you don't want to go thru with this, I will cancel the party," he'd said with genuine concern and sincerity.

Yes, I knew deep down if I went thru with everything he wanted me to do, a piece of me would be gone forever. The final thread of my independence and ego would snap, and I would belong to him, just like the other subs live for, and belong to their men.

'Johnny' would cease to exist—-I would forever be known simply as 'Michael's boy'...I was both terrified and exhilarated, but felt an over-whelming need to take this last giant leap...I would love to be known as 'Michael's boy'!

When he had the dog collar fastened tightly around my neck he attached the leash to it and said, "Get on all fours---let's practice again!"

He tugged on the leash and I followed him. We made circles around the sofa. At one point he told me to "Swing and shake your butt more—you're a happy little puppy-girl and you should show it!"

"Yes, Michael," I replied and obeyed his command.

We left for the party ten-minutes after the scheduled start time so everyone would be there, and as Michael explained ,"So you can make your grand entrance!"

I thought I would be walking to Raymond and Jerry's apartment, but, no, Michael wanted me on all-fours. A couple times he scolded me by saying, "Sweetie, wiggle your butt more!"

When the elevator door opened, I heard Tony the Landlord exclaim, "What do we have here---a cute little doggie?"

Michael replied, This is my puppy-girl---isn't she adorable?"

I kept my burning face pointed at the floor. I felt the Landlord's hand stroking my hair then he lightly slapped my pantied buttocks.

"She's simply precious!" he said. "She's come a long way in such a short time...enjoy your night, Michael---I have a feeling your puppy-girl will love hers!"

I heard many "ooo's" and "ahhh's" when we entered the apartment. I wiggled my butt in an exaggerated manner following Michael to the center of the room.

"Heel, girl!" he said, and I stopped beside him.

There was much excited talking all around me but I concentrated my attention to Michael's voice.

"Sit, girl!" he snapped and I rose to my knees and clasped my hands behind my back.

A couple of the guys patted my head. I kept my gaze focused straight ahead. The doms wore only boxer shorts; the boy's I could see were naked save for white jockstraps.

Michael had said it would be a males-only night...Mistress Karen and Donna wouldn't be here and that made it easier for me...I wouldn't have to listen to 'The Princesses' stinging insults and sarcasm. Mistress Karen's boy, Derek, would be here, though.

"Heel, girl!" Michael suddenly said, and I went to all-fours.

He tugged on the leash and said, "Come, girl!" and I followed him to a corner of the room to a raised platform.

I awkwardly climbed onto the platform and Michael said, "Sit, girl," and I rose to my knees again and clasped my hands together this time in front of me.

Someone behind me reached around and grabbed my hands. I felt and heard handcuffs shut tightly around both wrists. A spotlight blinded me and I couldn't see anyone.

I heard Derek whisper in my ear, "I can't wait until it's my turn, Cutie-pie!"

Raymond came out of the light and stood beside the platform.

"Gentlemen," he said loudly and waited for the talking to subside before he spoke. "We are here to continue our long-standing tradition of welcoming a new boy into our family...yes, we have all experienced his considerable skill and talents one-on-one, but he has never been properly introduced to the entire group...our new friend, and his man, Michael, has graciously offered Johnny's services to us tonight...let us do right by him and fill his boy's belly with our love and admiration...for those who may want extra incentive---there is a bowl of pills next to the potato chips that will give you the extra stamina you may desire...as always, there is no limit to the number of times you may use his mouth...and now, as senior member of our family---I will begin the festivities---enjoy the night, gentlemen---there is plenty of food and drink for everyone!"

There was applause then Jerry shouted, "Point of order, Raymond!"

"Yes, what is it my friend?" replied Raymond.

"The handcuffs are a nice touch, but I for one, would enjoy it more if he has the free-use of his hands---he is quite gifted with them!"

There was a smattering of laughter then shouts of "I agree" and "Yes, he should be able to use his hands!"

I heard Raymond say to Michael, "It's your call, Michael!"

Michael immediately responded, "If that's what the men want---let's do it!" And everyone cheered.

Derek was behind me again unfastening the cuffs. "Oh, yeah, this is much better---you know how much I love your hands!" he whispered to me.

Men are sexually simple creatures in that their only objective is to empty their balls once their cocks get hard. However, every man has slightly different quirks and kinks when it comes to achieving their ultimate goal.

Raymond, for example, while I am sucking him, prefers a very light touch with my fingers as I stroke the base of his cock; he also loves the gentle touch on his scrotum where the palm of my hand barely rubs back-and-forth over his swinging balls.

Jerry, on the other hand, likes it rough. I don't think I possess enough hand-strength to grasp his cock as tightly as he wants...he's always saying, "Harder! Harder!" and he likes his balls twisted and pulled so much I'm constantly afraid I am hurting him...I always get the feeling with him that I'm not performing up to his desires...my heart goes out to Leslie for having the skill and desire to satisfy two totally different men.

Marcus is a dream. The moment I take him in my mouth he begins purring softly like a cat—it's very soothing; and he likes his balls swinging unencumbered by a hand so I stroke his buttocks while I am sucking him. He never makes demands; and he of all the men in our 'family' seems most appreciative when he unloads in my mouth and cries out "Oh Johnny—you're the best---you're the best---thank you---thank you!"

I am so familiar with Tommy's penis I could suck it in my sleep---who knows---maybe I have!... hahaha...anyway, he's a bit more traditional: firm pressure on his cock while I loosely hold his balls...his quirkiness comes when he climaxes—once I feel his balls rise in my hand he likes me to reach between his legs and pinch his buttocks---hard...Oh my hell---he bucks like a rodeo bronco!