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Click herePeter had me do a set of fifty sit-ups after he showed me a magazine with pictures of real men and their big cocks. I got a hard-on when I looked at those men—that was undeniable. He pointed out to me that maybe my lack of success with women wasn’t from my technique, but rather my lack of interest. Perhaps I have always been attracted to men, but never came face-to-face with that reality.
Peter was teaching me many new things and I loved him for it. It wasn’t too late, he said, to correct my thinking so I could live a more happy and contented life.
He was right, I thought. My attraction to women had been a sham my whole life. If I wanted to live a satisfying life I needed to embrace and understand my love for real men.
We spent much of the day on his couch kissing and caressing one another. He showed me how he liked to be touched. I eagerly obeyed his instructions. He was right: our closeness and intimacy excited me; my raging hard-on would not diminish at all.
My arousal only grew stronger and I began to accept the fact that I was queer, and instead of being ashamed of it—I welcomed it—I loved kissing him—I loved caressing his body—and I absolutely loved the feel of his cock in my hands and mouth.
Peter was right: I was born to satisfy a real man’s desires.
I looked at the clock and decided to put my plan into action. Timing was critical—one mistake now could jeopardize my hard work.
I hadn’t allowed Johnny to orgasm since that morning. To say he was ready now would be an understatement. I myself was still recovering from a blow-job he had pleaded with me to allow him to give me. I stood near the bench and spread my legs. I had Johnny kneel directly between my legs. It was time to teach him the fine art of analingous.
First I had him kiss and lick my balls. Then told him to take my ball sac into his mouth—it barely fit. I told him to keep his tongue moving on my balls. He was an excellent student.
Then I had him lick me between my anus and perineum. His tongue, like his cock, was rather small so he had to literally press his nose and mouth against my asshole for maximum effect.
When I told him to curl his tongue and push it inside my asshole he did not hesitate. This boy was golden, I thought. I had him tongue-fuck my asshole while he caressed my penis and balls. My prick became stiff. As much as I loved the feel of his tongue in my asshole (there would be plenty of opportunities for that later), it was time to move on. I could see him visibly shaking and trembling with built-up lust and passion.
“Sweetie,” I said, “are you ready to cum? Do you want to bend over for me? Do you want to feel my cock inside you?”
“OH GOD YES PETER—PLEASE FUCK ME PETER—PLEASE STICK IT INSIDE ME AND MAKE ME CUM PETER!!”
Peter had me stand then place my hands on the weight-bench. I was bending over for him—I presented my bottom to him. He told me to open my cheeks for him and I immediately pulled them apart for him. I felt the oil on his finger as he pushed it inside me. My body jerked with excitement.
“Take hold of my cock and put it inside you!” he ordered.
His words thrilled me. I grasped his cock and aimed it at my hole. When his cockhead was pressing against my anus my natural instinct was to push back on it—to get it inside me—I wanted to be impaled on his magnificent cock.
His thrust took my breath away. His cock was all the way inside me—I felt his pubic hairs on my cheeks. I relaxed my sphincter and held onto the bench. He pumped his cock in-and-out of me.
The pressure in my balls was excruciatingly delicious. I knew this was going to be another fantastic orgasm. When his cockhead began bumping against my prostate I would have exploded if the strap hadn’t been firmly tied around my nut-sack.
“Do you want to cum, baby? Do you love me, sweetie?” he asked.
Suddenly I felt him unfasten the strap—he began stroking my cock.
“PLEASE MAKE ME CUM PETER—PLEASE MAKE ME CUM!!”
The feeling started deep in my balls. My body shook as his cock rammed into my ass. I violently pushed back to meet his every stroke. My mind was gone—nothing mattered but the cock in my ass.
“OH-GOD-OH-GOD—OOOHHHHHHHHH—I LOVE YOU PETER—I LOVE YOU PETER—I LOVE YOU PETER!!”
My cum exploded from my balls and shot wads of semen on the bench and floor. Peter cried out and filled my rectum with load-after-load of hot cum. Him cumming in my ass prolonged my orgasm. A primal scream bellowed from my throat—this was the best orgasm yet. This was the promise of my future. Every orgasm better than the last….
I don’t know how long they had been standing in the open doorway watching us. All I knew for sure was that my old life was over—good riddance—and a completely new and wonderful life was beginning.
Greg and Amy opened the door and yelled “Surprise”—I still laugh at that. I’d told them to arrive at exactly seven—open the door and yell. I don’t think Johnny even heard them. The timing was perfect: Johnny was spewing cum everywhere screaming how much he loved me. They witnessed me stiffen then shoot my cum into his ass. It was perfect!
Greg lost his cool and shouted obscenities at us. He demanded Johnny move out of his apartment immediately. He told Johnny he didn’t have a job anymore, and don’t ever use his old job or the people he knew as references. There would be no need for that anyway.
Johnny was my bitch-boy now. The following day we moved his things into my place. He belongs to me 24-hours-a-day, 7-days-a-week. He would never work again.
EPILOGUE:
Johnny has been my bitch-boy over a year now. His ‘education’ continues—training a bitch-boy is an on-going process. I was successful, as usual, in erasing his ego, pride and identity. He is totally dependent on me for every little thing in his life. He’s an excellent bitch-boy, maybe the best I’ve ever trained. His only interest is in obeying and pleasing me so I will allow him to orgasm.
Six months ago I decided to make him my sissy-boy. He’s so pretty in his panties and lingerie the intensity of my orgasms actually increased.
Amy moved in with Greg and they are frequent visitors. Amy loves to ridicule Johnny in his panties while he sucks Greg’s cock. I then have Johnny eat Amy’s asshole while Greg fucks her. They love it when I deny Johnny’s orgasm and he begs and pleads like the sissy that he is.
A pretty boy just moved in next door to us. I have befriended him. He’s alone in the city and I think I should offer him my guidance—besides, I get an erection whenever I‘m near him.
There is a fairly large community of men like me in the city we live. I have been offered money for Johnny. Everyone is impressed with the way I trained him.
There is a close-knit community of Arab men, as well. One of them offered me a huge sum of money for Johnny. If things work out the way I want with the neighbor boy, I will sell Johnny to the Arab. I know for a fact the Arab’s training methods are much harsher than mine, but why should that concern me?
- COMMENTS
daveflyover 2 years agomy first blow job was on my best friend,his name was Peter, i fell in love and have been openly a feminine gay boi ever since.
Anonymousalmost 3 years agoA good story , but still only a story even so , too far removed from reality to be taken seriously although the ending has worried me a little , selling people , whether they consent or not , is trafficking and that seems to be a distinct possibility today and I am against any such thing. I remember a friend of mine saying , ''sex is a part of my life, but it isn't my life''. This is really a sissy story , and good up to a point , but it could have been much better.
Anonymousabout 4 years agoAs a guy who has always wanted to be trained to be a botch boy by a son man, I LOVE the fact that you tell the story from the sub’s point of view as well as the dom’s. Thank you for that. Hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
StryWrter7about 4 years agoYou switch back and forth - who the "I" character is in your story ..if its written from the sub point of view .. or the dom point of view ... constantly changing back and forth .. its OK to say Peter said "I want you to feel this way" -- but you fluctuate too much to make the story flow !! Your conversation does not include who's saying it - frequently enough to follow along !
Anonymousover 4 years agoMakes a good read once ... but only once. First, Viagra just gets you hard. It doesn't create sexual excitement. Viagra also has immediate negative side-effects which can be distracting. Next, male orgasms are inherently hard to remember so they make for very poor rewards in a conditioning program. Finally, "Johnny" doesn't make sense. He's supposedly straight, well-mannered and desirable yet nobody seems to be looking out for him. NOT likely. The only plausible punch in this story is Peter's high-octane sociopathic charisma. That IS a real-world threat but easily recognized in the Internet age.
Real bitch-boys aren't "Johnnys". The real thing are typically the youth nobody cares about: dirt-poor & uneducated, mentally ill, retarded, or otherwise throwaway (usually gay) lads without personal charm or sophistication. The exception are the youths used as field hands on Central and Latin American drug farms. These boys are either bought or kidnapped by drug- traffickers and forced to severe drug-addiction past the point of permanent brain damage. Rather than being sexy or desirable, the behavior of these mutilated lads more closely resembles cattle. They also have a tendency to neglect their personal hygiene. Even among the narcos, fucking one of these is viewed as as despicable.
Anonymousover 5 years agoOne has to be a kind of model of masculinity in order to have a young man be worshipful of one. So think of all of the characters that testosterone brings out in a man, and that' who you should be in order to train a submissive. Then, Peter's use of Viagra was very cunning. A 20-year old is naturally easily aroused sexually, so one has to make him even more aroused when the masculine model is around. The sexual transformation from independent male to dependent fem doesn't need the cock strap, it can easily be achieved just by timing the Viagra so that the submissive is most sexually excited precisely when he is performing passively: getting the sub ready to be fucked. The commentators who disliked the ending are right--being sold to a person from another culture is not likely to have a good outcome, and is "trafficking" in any case. The sex with the neighbors Greg and Amy is unreal also--
one suspects that the author, B, J. Michaels, who certainly knows how to write, was fading a bit and improvised a weak ending. A stronger ending would have been to share Johnny with another dom who could expand horizons for Johnny: a Dom with a bigger penis, who would give him longer and more frequent fuckings in return for a worshipful attitude toward both doms.
Anonymousabout 6 years agoTo the critical comments about this story: I have trained a few "bitch boys" and it is imperative to remove them from a work environment to become 24/7 bitches. Too many negative influences from co-workers can have serious effects on their training. Total dependence on their master is required to maintain an obedient, content bitch. And, while I do not use drugs in my training, I do not see a problem with the way they were used in this story as training aids. As for the ending, a truly well trained bitch wants only to please its master and if they're sold to make way for a new bitch, they would not object. This is part of being a bitch. I have sold two of my bitches for a sizeable sum- enough to purchase a large house. One of the bitches I sold was a dear childhood friend who I turned after his divorce. I made him realize his marriage was a sham and turned him later in life. Even though he was over 40 when I sold him, he brought top-dollar due to the quality of his training. I replaced him with his younger brother who is without a doubt the prettiest bitch I have ever seen. I can never imagine replacing him but if that ever occurred it would be without the bitch complaining and I'm sure he would sell for more than the other two bitches combined. To the author, this was a well written, informative story.
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Anonymousabout 8 years agoI am a male and I become a older man bitch boy it happen one day I was fooling around at his place and he told me if I did not stop and get back to work he would slap my ass I told him right if you think you can I not a kid he said no but you are been a bit of a sissy just then I turn and show my ass that when I told him as a joke you think you can take my pants down and slap my ass then I will be a sissy well he walk over grab me and he had my pants off fast then he put me over his knees and ripe my under wear of then he slap my ass hard it mush be ten time he did my ass was red then he said come with me we went into the house and he got some cream as he rub it on my ass it felt good I was close to his crotch and I saw he had a hard on I look at it again and his pants were open and his cock was out just then he move a little close to my face now I was face to his cock just then I felt his finger at my ass hole with some cream I lift my legs a bit when I did my lips was at his cock I open my mouth and he shove his cock in as I suck he work his finger in and out of my ass hole that when he told me that it bitch boy you suck cock good and I wonder how you like a big cock in that pussy ass of your he did not wait he just pull out and shove it in my ass hole just then he said that it bitch I knew you would like my cock I told him yes then you will be my bitch yes I told him well after that day I never work outside again I became his house maid and he had me in panties and blouse and skirt in the day time and night I was in a nightie soon I found my self trying on more girl clothes I even start to wear a bra then one day he ask me if I want to wear male clothes again I said no why you ask well I just want to see if you want to just then I walk over to him and said look you made me look like this are you not happy with me yes he said I am happy now lets take the next step you will be my girly bitch wife
Anonymousabout 8 years agoI love your stories! They touch something inside of me that I am still in the process of figuring out. Especially enjoy when you sissify your characters. Would love it if you wrote a story set in a prison. I hope you keep on writing and looking forward to the next one!
