Freedom is Slavery (25 page)

"Make that one bitch. You don’t have a cock," Dave corrected, "just a deformed clitoris. You’re practically a girl with that bump between your legs and I’m going to treat you that way. You’re going to use that thing as a clit and that hole as your pussy. Are we clear?"

"Yes."

"That’s ‘Yes, Sir,’ faggot. You’ll only refer to me as ‘Sir,’ ‘Daddy,’ or ‘Master.’ Are we clear?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good girl. You’re doing fine with your first cock, honey. You stroke it very well."

"Thank you, Sir."

"Do you want to taste it?" Dave asked.

Fear gripped Louis. He was suddenly torn. If he said the first thing that came into his head, it would have been, "Yes, yes, oh God yes!" But this reaction shocked him. He didn’t want that cock anywhere near him, especially his mouth, but doing so would have fulfilled countless fantasies that Louis wouldn’t admit to. How many times had he stroked his ‘clitty’ and thought about how it’d feel to have a man pumping his cock in and out of his mouth? He couldn’t admit it.

He shook his head silently, no.

SMACK! Louis felt Dave’s open palm against his face, leaving a stinging hot mark.

"Don’t fucking lie to me, bitch."

SMACK! Another blow fell on the other cheek.

A tear ran from Louis’s eyes yet, inexplicably, his hand remained on Dave’s member, still stroking.

"I’m going to ask you again. This time I want the truth. Do you want to suck my cock?"

Louis couldn’t look into Dave’s eyes. He could only stare at the cock—now at mouth level. He licked his lips and nodded assent.

"Say it," Dave commanded.

He gulped and, in a quiet voice, admitted to Dave and himself, "I want to suck your cock."

"Louder, bitch. Make me believe it."

"I... I want to suck your cock."

"Who are you talking to?"

"Sir... I want to suck your cock, Sir."

"I don’t care what you want, bitch. So you’re going to have to beg me."

"Sir, may I suck your cock?"

"No. I simply don’t believe you. I don’t believe you really want to."

Without thinking, Louis blurted out, "Oh, but I do, Sir, Please. Please let me suck it!"

Smiling, victorious, Dave continued, "Why should I?"

The answer bubbled up deep from within Louis’s psyche, "I should hope to please you, Sir, to take your load, to give you pleasure." It was almost as if Louis were outside of himself, not believing that that these words and sentiments were genuinely his.

Or was he simply still to scared to admit it?

"Who do you belong to?" Dave asked.

"You, Sir."

"Whose cock do you serve?"

"Yours, Sir."

"What will you do for me?"

"Anything, Sir."

"Anything?"

"Yes, Sir, anything." It was all true.

"Now, sissy, tell me what you want."

"To please you, Sir."

"Did you get that?"

This last question confused Louis, especially as it didn’t seem to be directed at him.

A door to the right of them opened. "Got it!" came a voice, followed by the person who owned it. It was Kevin, video camera in hand.

"Good," said Dave and the two high-fived. "Sissy, you’ll remember Kevin from the video earlier."

"Your wife has a great ass," Kevin confided. "I love fucking her, and so does my girlfriend, Melanie." Turning back to the door Kevin shouted, "Melanie, come on out and meet Louis!"

Melanie sashayed in, her long legs exposed under her cut-off jeans and the light catching on the diamond in her belly button. "Shouldn’t she have a better name than ‘sissy,’ ‘faggot,’ or ‘Louis?’ I mean, if you want me to turn her into more of a girl, she should have a girl’s name."

She stalked around Louis and Dave; Louis’s hand still stroking the hard dick of his master. "Hmm... ‘Louise’ is too obvious. I think something more girlie would help take away the rest of her tiny amount of masculinity." Eying a tabloid magazine in the trash, Melanie exclaimed, "I’ve got it!"

She took out her lipstick and used it to write a name on Louis’s forehead. Stepping aside she said, "Boys, meet ‘Whitney.’"

"Hello, Whitney," the two men said in unison.

Unsure, Louis/Whitney stammered, "Hello."

"Now, where were we?" Kevin asked, framing up his next shot via his camera’s viewfinder.

"We were about to see Whitney suck her first cock," said Dave.

"And now she knows she’s got an audience," laughed Melanie, who pulled up a chair next to Whitney as to not miss a stroke. "I’ve never seen someone’s first time, except, I guess, when I watched Angela go down on a girl but I did a bit more than just watch," she giggled.

"Guide me in, Whitney. Take your first lick."

Still fearful of his own desires, Louis/Whitney licked Dave’s cock with trepidation. He felt the silky skin and tasted the acrid salty taste of Dave’s precum.

"Keep licking, girl, lick it like a lollipop," Kevin encouraged behind the lens.

Playing a bit to his audience, Louis gave Dave an over-stylized long lick, his tongue swirling around the bulbous head of Dave’s cock. Melanie nearly broke out in applause at the sight of Whitney relishing her new role.

Moaning, Dave encouraged her, "Suck it you bitch, suck it. You were born to suck cock, girl, and you know it now. Embrace it. Take it. This is your birthday present."

Melanie whispered into Louis’s ear, "We’re here to raise you, to train you to be the sissy you were meant to be. I’m going to teach you how to dress and be a lady. Dave’s going to teach you how to please a man. Kevin’s going to document everything and probably take a few turns at your mouth and pussy, too."

Since Dave had taken over Louis’s life, he had survived on a diet consisting of daily doses of semen and an IV drip of other essential nutrients that Dave, Kevin, and Melanie had deemed necessary. There were other additions to the cocktail mix that kept Louis calm and pliable. There was even a good does of female hormones that emasculated Louis—or "Whitney" as he was known more often—even more. This "all-cum diet" had done exactly what Dave had wanted. It made Louis/Whitney a cock-hungry whore who sucked cock like his life depended on it for, in a manner of speaking, it did.

Kevin took full advantage of Louis’s mouth, using the submissive’s mouth a few times a day. It was Dave’s privilege alone, though, to use Louis’s ‘pussy’ and he had been breaking it in slowly for the last four months.

Louis had no idea that he’d been in captivity for a third of the year. He had little memory of the days before he was kidnapped. His life had become a blur and it seemed that he had lived his entire life as Dave and Angela’s property.

Louis could feel Dave’s cock, urgent, against his panties pushing them into the crack of his bottom. Dave held the smaller man against him, his breath hot on the Louis’s neck, his voice in his ear.

"Is my girl hungry?" Dave asked, knowing full well the answer.

"Please, Daddy, please put it inside of me," Louis whined as Dave rubbed his bare cock against the panty-clad ass. Dave grinned to himself, thinking of the times when Louis would beg to not be fucked.

"Such a little slut," he whispered into Louis’s ear.

Dave had been using and abusing Louis’s ‘pussy’ for months now; stretching him out with butt plugs of various sizes. At first, Melanie would stroke Louis’s cock while the poor little sub got his ass stretched, giving Louis mixed messages of pleasure and pain in a sweet discomfort. Now Louis needed his ass filled. He rubbed his ass back against Dave’s cock, practically cooing at the idea of taking Dave’s fat meat inside of him.

Dave knew that Louis had to be hurting. It had been a week since the little bitch boy had been "milked." Between that lack of release and the extra hormones in his IV, Louis was a complete bitch in heat. His poor little sexual organ wasn’t available to him for masturbation, either. He had been in a chastity device that encased his little penis and would cause pain whenever he got hard.

"God, Dave, fuck her already. Can’t you hear her begging for it?" Angela laughed. She sat across from them, taking in the scene.

She loved watching Dave fuck Louis. Something about seeing her slave-husband bent over and crying out as Dave stuffed his cock into the little sissy gave her goose bumps. She relished every time she heard Louis squeal and each time Dave grunted in satisfaction as he orgasmed.

Dave looped his thumbs through the side of Louis’s panties and slid them down ever-so-slowly. Angela watched as Louis’s hips moved back and forth, uncontrollably, as if fucking the air.

"Yes, Daddy, fuck me, Daddy, please..." This whimpering only served to make Dave’s enormous cock even harder. He spit on his hand and rubbed the head of his thick prick, spreading spittle and pre-cum over the purple mushroom head. He looked at Angela and smiled as he lined up the head of his cock with Louis’s waiting bunghole, winking at her as he pushed himself into the slut’s hole.

Emitting a terrific howl of pain and satisfaction, Louis pushed himself as far down onto Dave’s cock as the larger man would allow. Angela smiled and zoomed her small handheld camcorder in to catch more of the action. She had been carefully documenting her cuckolded husband’s transformation from the beginning. The clips she culled from the hours of tape had garnered her a good income via web and DVD sales.

She watched through the viewfinder as Louis’s face went through paroxysms of pain and pleasure as Dave drove deep. Dave began spanking Louis’s ass as he fucked the submissive, making Louis’s asshole clench up with each blow. Dave grunted with the new intensity as his cock was clutched by the muscles inside the submissive slut. Angela focused on Dave’s face as he crossed the threshold into orgasm, grabbing onto Louis’s hips roughly and slamming the submissive’s ass down hard, pushing deeper into Louis than before. She watched as Dave’s face attained the calm glow of sexual satisfaction. He slid out of Louis. The submissive whined at being so empty so suddenly.

Dave removed his filled condom and threw it down in front of Louis as a treat for the cum whore. Angela faded out the scene as Dave wiped himself off before coming to her and kissing her. Leaving the room, they looked back at Louis, down on his knees slurping at the condom, his ankles chained to the wall-mounted hooks that kept him secure. They were both pleased at how well their re-education program was progressing.

Melanie didn’t have a nursing degree but she knew more than most practicing RNs. She’d been involved in the medical fetish community since before she graduated college and had been practicing with all things medical—needles, injections, bloodletting, enemas, and so much more—ever since. She had even taken to giving her friends and colleagues their annual flu shots for the last few years.

The main project for the last few months had been the treatment and transformation of her best friend’s husband from a red-blooded American male to a submissive, feminized slave. To that end, she’d been employing a wide variety of hormones, tonics, and other items of questionable origin.

The patient, Louis, lay on the examination table. His hands were bound above his head and the look of worry on his face was comical to Melanie. She stood next to him, opening an alcohol wipe, and relishing the power that she felt. Lifting up his thin cotton gown, she saw how shriveled his tiny penis had gotten out of fear. She wiped the cool cotton swap over one of his nipples and noticed an immediate change as his penis began to grow from her stimulation. His fear became mortification as his body betrayed him. She said nothing with words but allowed him to see her raise an eyebrow and tsk at the sight.

His nipples cleaned, she threw away the wipe before donning her rubber gloves. She snapped them on each wrist with menacing finality. She took a large needle from her tray and allowed the light to catch it before bending over him.

Her smell was intoxicating. Her honey brown hair brushed his shoulder and he felt her warm breath on his skin just as he felt the sharp sting in his right nipple as the needle penetrated his flesh. It seemed to take forever before the needle came through the other side of his aureole. She moved back, allowing him to see the thin piece of metal running into one side of his nipple and out through the other. Despite the pain, the sensation was enough to bring his penis to full arousal.

She moved to the other side of the examination table and performed the procedure again on his other nipple. This time, he couldn’t help but cry out. Tears welled in his eyes as the sight of his skewered nipples and hard cock was too much to bear.

"Now, now," Melanie cooed. "You know this is for the best, baby girl." Back at her tray, she prepared a hypodermic. "This is some more special medicine for my girl," she said, leaning over him again.

The needle pierced his skin and Melanie pushed down the plunger. Her special concoction began welling under his skin.

"Here you go... Now you’ll have big boobies, just like Auntie Melanie." And, indeed, his breasts did look more swollen than they had before. She repeated the process on his other breast. The solution had a calming effect on Louis. Likewise, the pain of the procedures thus far had released the natural endorphins that eased him into a more submissive frame of mind.

Back at her tray, Melanie prepared a rather frightening hypodermic—the needle had to be at least two inches long and the tube attached to it was full. "This is going to hurt," Melanie said, grinning at him.

She bent over him, taking his cock in one of her rubber-gloved hands as she sank the needle into his balls. He screamed as he felt the needle pierce him and the liquid run into him like fire.

"This is going to make your balls really big and sore... and then they’ll start to shrink up until they’re just little beans. This will make more room in your pretty panties, little girl," she said, chuckling.

The pain put an immediate cessation to his hardness. His penis became tiny and flaccid and this was exactly what Melanie desired. She unrolled a small canvas bag. Inside were several long, silver, metal skewers. She withdrew one and held it before Louis’s face.

"Do you know where this is going?" she asked.