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freshmenI had recently turned 21 and was back in my hometown for the summer break after my sophomore year of college. While by no means a ladies man, I had been with several girls to that point and there was never a question of my desire of the female body or a lack of a craving to bury my head between the thighs and eat the pussy of about every hot girl/woman that gave me an opportunity.I had been hanging out with my friend Nicole for the day, tanning by her parent’s pool. She was very hot, but my league, but she liked hanging out with me as a friend. She was telling me how she was having an affair with a local married businessman. Nicole is only 20, but this guy is almost 40 with 2 k**s. She told me she realizes it isn’t going to last and doesn’t want to break up a marriage or anything, but confessed that she loved that he was this big strong, hung man that was so into getting off on her. She really was aroused by the fact that he sometimes fucks her in his wife’s bed when she is not there. She said it was just something about him cumming in her pussy right where he fucks his wife, sometimes even using her pillow to prop up her ass for better fucking penetration, that really got her off.On my way home, I stopped by a convenient mart to grab a six-pack of beer for later. As I came out of the store and headed for my car, I heard a guy whistling and turned to see Mike, a guy that used to help out as an assistant with the basketball team when I was in high school. He was a big guy about 6′ 4″, maybe 225+# with big muscular legs and thighs. He was probably in his mid 40’s, I thought since I knew his wife as this attractive woman who had worked at the bank a number of years. I used to avoid working in his group at basketball practice if I could, because he always seemed quick to criticize, which made me uneasy and nervous and his domineering manliness was very intimidating. “Lookin good”, he says as I head towards his open window to say hello. He sees the beer and after the normal small talk asks me if I’m interested in meeting out at his cabin for a drink later that evening. Little did I know what impact that chance meeting would eventually have on me.When I got to his cabin, which was more a luxury home in the woods, Mike was just getting out of the shower and told me to pour myself a drink while he finished up. His bar was immense with several bottles of liquor to choose from. I slowly surveyed the inventory, really unsure what I wanted, or what any of it really tasted like. At college, it’s mainly keg party’s and occasional grain punch parties. I’m still looking things over as Mike comes out wearing dress slacks and his dress shirt that is unbuttoned exposing his muscular, hairy chest. “Can’t decide?” he asks. ” No”, I say,”not real experienced”. Next, as from what I remembered from Mike totally did not surprise me, he chides me with “So, you’re a Sissy then”? Not really getting the correlation of not knowing alcohol and being a sissy but,” I guess”, I say. He proceeds to pour me what he calls, a perfect drink for a sissy like me. A lemon canlı bahis drop shooter, he calls it. Immediately, I was a little bothered when he licked the rim of my shot glass, but then I notice it was in order to get the sugar he dips it into stick before he pours the vodka. Then, he hands me a piece of lemon. “Lick the sugar, do the shot, suck the lemon” he explains, “lick it, suck it,” he says, he repeats this a number of times actually, as I pick up the shot glass and am reluctant to lick the sugar after seeing Mike lick the rim. I look Mike in the eyes, lick the rim, do the shot and suck the lemon. Wheeww, a little bitey, but not bad at all, as I suck the lemon. Mike pours me another and him a shot of bourbon whiskey. Before I even recover from that, he has another setup, which I pour into my mouth.Mike tells me to relax and get comfortable as he heads into what looks like a bedroom. I look around and the very lovely cabin as he calls it, noticing the very tasteful decorations and very nice furnishings. I ask to use the restroom and Mike directs me thru the kitchen area. Inside I see what are obviously his wife’s nighties, bras, and panties that all seem like VS type stuff, on the back of the door and on a chair in the corner. When I come out, I’m actually surprised that Mike has changed into gym shorts and a t-shirt. His hairy muscular legs are obvious in his tight, short gym shorts, as is the obvious bulge of what must be a huge cock and balls, and of course the impressive muscular outline of his glutes.I am really starting to feel the alcohol at this point and am feeling a little uncomfortable with this big man almost kinda naked it seems, in front of me. I’m 6 ft and 150#’s at best. I ride a bike quite often and am rather fit myself, but in comparison to this specimen of man that Mike is, I am completely inadequate. Mike pours me another as he comments on my body from earlier. “Were you showing off your ass earlier at the store?” he asks as he looks into my eyes for a reaction. Totally surprised and with my nervousness level spiking, I ask “what do you mean?”. He says that I had the shorts I was wearing earlier rolled up for what he thought was to show off my ass. I explained that I had been laying out in the sun and rolled them up in an effort to get a better tan. “Nice job,” he said as he winked and told me to do the shot. “Don’t spill it?” he said, as he could see that I was beginning to catch a buzz. He quickly poured another round and ordered me to “Lick it, then Suck it”. I didn’t have a lemon ready for this round and I hesitated some and then choked a little actually and spit some out, my eyes started to water and it was running down my chin. I’m not sure if this was his plan from the start or was just an effort to prevent a spill, I’m not clear, but what happened next would change me forever. Mike reached out his big hand and gathered the dripping vodka up my chin and I, seemingly instinctively, opened my mouth while he proceeded to put two fingers of his large vodka soaked fingers into my mouth. He stared into my eyes as bahis siteleri I sat there with my head tilted back letting him fuck my mouth with his fingers. “Suck it,” he says as he presses in deeper forcing my gag reflex. He wastes no time, not giving me a chance to think, as he pushes me to my knees and replaces his fingers with, what for now, is a still limp but obviously big and very thick, cock. I tried to resist a little at first but was really wasted at this point and I have to admit, completely aroused by Mike’s manhandling and dominate behavior. Once it was clear that I was obviously enjoying sucking his cock, gagging and choking on it, licking his balls at his direction, he started in right away with my conversion. “Suck that cock, you sissy”. ” Your nothing but a cock whore you little faggot”. He started pulling his cock out and making me say ” I’m a whore”. ” I love sucking men off”, demanding I say it louder. I found this totally degrading and totally hot, both at the same time. Again, Mike was this Stud of a man in my town with a beautiful wife, home, business and life really, but he was totally into using me to please his cock and cum at that moment. There was no going back from this for me. You can’t unsuck cock.Mike went on to make me into his pig sissy that summer. Obviously, he had a thing, a joy, in making sissy’s out of young boys for his own pleasure. I’m not sure if I was the only one or not, but he definitely found an open canvas with me and I continued to play the role whenever Mike wanted to see me. Because I was really into biking so much that summer and it wouldn’t seem totally weird, I even totally shaved my body at Mike’s request and purchased smoothing butters to maximize his fem experience. From that point forward, anytime I was at his camp, I had to be wearing some piece of lingerie of his wife’s and always had to be wearing a pair of her panties. Even if visiting my grandparents. No, actually, according to Mike, especially if I was visiting my grandparents because wearing them then showed my total devotion to wanting to serve cock. What a brain-washer!I learned my cock was only a clit and that I was not to touch it or acknowledge it at all while in Mikes presence or even ever if I could help it. I was only to serve men he would say. you make other men cum, that’s it. If I were to ever need to jerk off later on my own or with a girl, Mike requested that I only think about cock, eating cum or actually getting fucked by a Man while doing it. I was to forget about pussy. I was a pussy. I exist only to please a cock. “Wear the panties”, “keep your pussy clean, I’m gonna fuck you later”, “meet me at the office at 11:30, I need to be sucked off”, all things I heard and was totally into hearing all that summer. I went from wanting a fuck doll of my own to be a fuck doll for this big study of man, that for whatever reason, liked me using me to get him off despite that hot cunt I knew he had at home. Whenever he was fucking me, he demanded I continue to talk and say nasty things about myself like” I’m a whore”, bahis şirketleri “I love cock in my ass”, “I’m a slut, “fuck me”, I had to repeatedly be saying one of those things until his cock was out of my ass and only then could I stop. If I didn’t, he would pull my hair or repeatedly slap my face until I began to degrade myself again. I’m not sure exactly why or how I fell so far into this, but I was totally into playing a girl faggot for Mike and his big cock on the down-low, none of my friends or anyone knew anything about it, and I’m not sure why he is so attracted to me at this point or how it happened, but I am so glad it was. Thinking back to the conversation Nicole and I had had, I did suggest to Mike that it might be hot if he fucked me in his wife’s bed sometimes. He asked if I was sick and said she would smell sex for sure, so it would never happen. I guess Nicole’s Man’s wife either has a bad nose or just likes strange pussy smell in her bed. Just to complete my transformation or maybe just more of a, now you’re nothing but a worthless cock faggot send-off, one of the last times that summer, or ever for that matter, that Mike wanted me to suck his cock again, he invited 3 of his friends from out of town to the camp and encouraged me to dress up in a certain nighty that he liked, a wig, and entertain the group for the night. I served them drinks and catered to their needs at first. Mike took me into a back bedroom and gave me the usual treatment. After a half hour or so of ATM, he held my head hard against him and drained his balls deep in my throat. “Sissy Faggot,” he says as he slaps my face with his cock as he shakes his excess cum he just squeezed from the tip onto my face. “Make us a Drink” he demands, and heads out to invite the guys onto the porch. Sissy or Slut are the names Mike has told his friends that I am to be called. You can tell that they were uncomfortable with that at first but after a number of drinks that has worn off. As I am bringing the drinks to the porch I hear the commotion. Mike has this big dildo out and the guys are making jokes at its size and asking why he has it. After I set the drinks down, Mike forces the dildo to my lips and I reluctantly take it into my mouth in front of his friends. He then proceeds to bend me over, while still standing on the porch, hikes up the nighty of his choice that I’m wearing and forces the big dildo into me as his buddies eyes pop out and jaws drop to the floor. That was the last I saw of Mike that night, the others, each then, took turns on me throughout the night until everyone passed out. About 4 AM, I hear Mike yelling, ” Slut, Get your ass out”! I gathered my stuff and headed out to my car. On my windshield, I found a note that I will never forget. “Never bring your slut ass around here again”, “Done with your whore ass Faggot” it read. I sat in the car and actually wept, as I thought about how much of a stud Mike was, how many, how perfect and large his cock was. How I had acted like a complete girl for him for a couple of months. Here I was, now so totally consumed and committed to being Mike’s cock whore slut, and now I would have no more source of cock to feed my addiction. And even if I found some temporary source, how could it ever compare to Mike. What was I gonna do ???

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