TV Repairman             by: kimmie oh

 

The doorbell rang and Billy padded barefoot over the hardwood floor of his apartment. He quickly checked his reflection in the mirror one last time. Then he took a deep breath, smiled, and opened the door. He felt a blast of January cold on his rather scantily clad body. In the vestibule stood a tall, good-looking older man in worn work clothes. The man gave Billy a quick once-over and Billy held his breath. He wondered if he had gone too far: the cropped t-shirt, the cut-off shorts that were just a little too short, the saucy pony-tail, the long smooth legs and bare feet. There was nothing overtly feminine about the way he was dressed. At least, that was what Billy told himself as the man stood in the doorway of his apartment.

"You called to have a second cable line installed?"

If Jim thought there was anything odd about the way Billy was dressed, he didn’t show it.

"Yes," Billy said. "Come in. It’s so cold out."

Wow, was that a lisp?

It was.

And there was a sing-song quality to his voice that it didn’t ordinarily have.

Oh god, I really should be careful.

Once again, he wondered if the tv repairman noticed.

"Yeah, can’t be more than 20 degrees and that’s without the windchill."

No, Billy thought, he didn’t notice.

The tv repairman stepped inside the warm apartment and Billy shut the door behind him, one hand on the knob and one hand just above it. Billy was always amazed at how feminine his gestures became when he was around a certain kind of man. The tv repairman stamped his heavy boots on the little rug just inside the door.

"Don’t want to get snow all over your floors," he explained.

Billy glanced down at the tv repairman’s boots and was suddenly very aware of his own naked feet. He felt so deliciously submissive.

The tv repairman held out his hand.

"Name’s Jim."

Billy sort of laid his hand in the TV repairman’s and gave it a little squeeze. He felt a secret thrill at the contact. He was always surprised at how strong men were compared to himself. It made his knees feel a little weak when he thought of just how easily it would be for this man, any man, to…

Oh…

"Billy," he said, catching himself. He smiled nervously. "Nice to meet you. Umm…can I take your coat?"

"Yeah sure."

Jim shucked off his work jacket and handed it to Billy. It was heavy and rough-textured and had an unmistakably masculine scent. Billy fumbled with a hanger, hung the jacket up, and turned from the closet.

Once again he noticed the tv repairman’s eyes going over his body. Billy felt nervous. He was very aware of his soft rounded arms in the sleeveless t-shirt and how his belly button peeked out from under the bottom of the shirt. He knew that nail polish would be too much, but he had painted his finger and toenails with a clear lacquer. Now, conscious of his shiny nails, he wondered if even that had been going too far.

"Nice tan for this time of year. Go to the islands?"

Billy felt himself blush beneath his nicely browned skin.

"I wish," he said. "Tanning studio, I’m afraid."

"Still nice."

Billy smiled. "It has its advantages. You can get an all-over tan without the embarrassment of going naked in public."

Jim had bent down to look through his toolbox.

"I don’t think you’d have to worry about being embarrassed."

Billy’s heart skipped.

He couldn’t believe he had said what he did about the "all-over" tan. What was the matter with him? And Jim’s response—

Was that a compliment?

"I—umm—"

Jim stood back up.

"So where do you want the new cable line?"

Billy was thankful for the change of subject. He needed a chance to regroup.

"The bedroom. It’s right his way."
Billy walked down the short corridor to the bedroom. Behind him, he felt the delicious presence of the tv repairman. He wondered if the man were watching the pockets of his tight shorts or the way his long legs crossed just a little as he walked, placing one bare foot carefully in front of the other. He knew he shouldn’t be doing what he was doing but he could hardly help himself. He put a slight more swing into his hips, turned, and smiled.

"Right here."

Billy felt a secret thrill run through him. It was the first time another man had ever been in his bedroom.

Jim looked around.

Like the rest of the apartment, the bedroom was not decorated in a frilly, feminine fashion, but it showed more care than most single men would have taken. There was the white-washed oak dresser and matching night-stand, the French country-style iron bedstand with its cozy ecrue comforter, the mist-green walls decorated with soft watercolor landscapes and florals, a couple of which Billy had painted himself.

"You have nice taste," the tv repairman said.

"Thank you."

Jim walked around the foot of the bed to the wall opposite, where a disconnected television sat on a small stand. He seemed perfectly at home.

"I guess you want the cable run here then?"

"Yes, that would be great."

"So you and your girlfriend can watch television in bed."

"Umm, I don't have a girlfriend."

"Really," Jim said. "Imagine that."

Billy felt a little stitch of fear. Wow, he thought, was the tv repairman being sarcastic? It sure sounded like it. Did he know something? Did he think I was gay? Billy wondered why he felt the need to reveal that he didn't have a girlfriend. He could have just let the statement pass. Or just agreed. He was flirting even though he was afraid of revealing himself. Did Jim know?

Flustered, Billy changed the subject.

"Can I get you something to drink? Maybe some tea or hot cocoa?"

"Yeah. Hot chocolate would be fine. Why don't you run along to the kitchen and fix me some while I get started?"

"Kay," Billy said and smiled.

The way Jim had said that made Billy melt inside.

In the kitchen, he stirred a pan of milk over the stove and tried to calm down his pounding heart. Standing in front of the stove, Billy couldn't help but fantasize what it would be like to be Jim's girlfriend…or even…dare he imagine it…wife! Billy would love doing domestic things like cooking Jim dinner or fixing him hot chocolate. Billy knew he had to stop what he was doing before it went too far. But he had never been so turned on in his whole life. There was a man in his bedroom--a man who seemed to know…something. What? He remembered how Jim had run his eyes over his body, not once, but twice, from toes to pony-tail. He wondered if the tv repairman was attracted to him at all. Billy felt himself flush all over. Would he really do that? Really? He felt the warmth inside his panties--the kind of warmth that made him feel so sexy and submissive. Billy's delicate-looking hands trembled as he poured the milk from the pan into a mug.

"Is it okay?" he asked when he returned to the bedroom.

Billy was leaning against the wall. He was standing with one bare foot placed over the other.

Jim looked up.

"It's good," he said. "I love the whipped cream. Thanks."

"You welcome."

Jim stood up.

"So you live alone?"

"Yes," Billy said.

"What do you do for a living?"

"Internet design. I work from here. Home, I mean."

Jim took another sip of the hot chocolate, blowing on it carefully, and looking up from the rim of the mug.

"You must get lonely."

"Yes," Billy said. His voice seemed so small. He realized that he felt a little breathless.

Jim had taken a step forward.

The presence of the larger, older man was overpowering. Billy looked up tentatively. He found it hard to meet Jim's gaze.

"Do you have many friends?"

"No, not really," Billy said. "Why not?"

Billy looked up, confused.

"Why don't you have friends."

"I-I don't know. I guess I don't really get out much."

"That's too bad," Jim said. "Young attractive person like you…"

Jim took another sip of his cocoa and watched Billy the whole time.

"…should have someone to love."

"Umm…yes," Billy said. "I…umm…thank you…I…"

"Are you ever bored, Billy?"

"Yes…sometimes."

"Do you ever just want to have a little fun?"

Billy nodded.

He was so warm, so nervous, and, yes, so turned on. Did the tv repairman know? Could he tell? Jim certainly acted like he did. There had to be some reason for his questions. Was he making fun of Billy? Was he just trying to make him feel uncomfortable? Scared? If so, he was succeeding. Billy knew something was going on--but what?

Jim had moved forward again. He was now close--close enough to…

"Do you ever get horny here all by yourself, Billy?"

Oh god!

Jim put the mug down on the night table. Without warning he grabbed Billy’s wrist and placed Billy’s hand over the crotch of his workpants.

Billy instinctively tried to pull away, but Jim tightened his grip.

Beneath his palm, Billy felt the hardness of Jim’s cock. He had not planned on anything like this happening. Jim was beginning to move Billy’s hand up and down over his crotch, forcing Billy to jerk him off.

"No…" Billy said. "Wait…I don’t think…"

Jim pressed his body against Billy's, pushing Billy back against the wall.

"Listen you pussy," he said low, menacingly. "I had to replace part of the cable and it ran right through your closet. I saw all those girly clothes. And don’t try to deny they are yours. You said yourself you lived alone and that you didn’t have a girlfriend. So whose clothes are they? Answer me, bitch."

Billy looked down at the floor.

"I asked you a question, faggot."

"They’re—they’re mine," he stammered.

Jim took Billy’s chin between his thumb and forefinger and jerked his head up.

Billy’s tear-filled eyes met the tv repairman’s.

"Look at me when I talk to you."

"Yes sir," Billy said.

"That’s better. Now whose clothes are they?"

"They’re mine," Billy said quietly.

"You like to dress like a girl?"

"Yes sir."

Billy could feel himself blushing. He wanted desperately to drop his gaze back to the floor but Jim still held his chin, forcing him to look into the older man’s cold blue eyes.

"You like keeping your body soft and smooth?"

"Yes sir."

"Why?"

"It makes me…feel pretty."

"You like feeling pretty, don’t you?"

"Yes sir."

"Why?"
"I don’t know. I—don’t know."

"Yes you do. Tell me."

Billy started to answer, but closed his mouth.

"Go ahead," Jim encouraged. The tone of his voice suddenly and unexpectedly softened. The tv repairman could see the small relief on Billy's face. "You’re doing fine," he said. "Come on. Tell me why you like to feel pretty. You know you want to."

"Because…because it makes me feel sexy…and…"

"And?"

"And loved."

"You don’t feel loved?"

"No sir."

Billy’s answers were barely more than a whisper, but his words were clearly audible in the silent room. It was as if he were giving a confession. Jim let Billy’s last answer hang in the air for a few uncomfortable seconds before continuing.

"Do you like to suck cock?"

The question shocked Billy. This was all happening too fast. Too fast.

"Answer the question. Do you like to suck cock?"

"I-I don’t know sir."

"You don’t know?"

"I mean I’ve never done it."

"Have you ever been with a man?"

"No sir."

Jim let go of Billy’s chin but Billy was afraid to look away.

"You’ve never been with a man but you don’t mind dressing the way you do in front of one? Just look at you."

The tv repairman put his hands on Billy’s thin shoulders and turned him to the mirror on the bureau. Billy saw his reflection in the glass.

"Look at you in those itsty bitsy shorts and that belly shirt. You like showing off those long smooth legs of yours and that flat little tummy, don’t you? You don’t think I know what you’re up to? Is this how you get your kicks? Inviting men over and playing the cocktease? You think you’re pretty hot shit, don’t you? You’re nothing but a little whore."

Billy was thankful when Jim turned him back around so he didn’t have to look at his reflection any longer.

"I’m sorry," Billy said, feeling close to tears. "I’m so sorry. I never did anything like this before. I swear. I won’t do it again…"

The whole time they were talking Billy’s hand was moving up and down on Jim’s crotch. The man had kept his tight grip on Billy’s wrist, but Billy was moving his hand in rhythm all by himself.

"You know," Jim said, "I have a daughter about your age. If she ever dressed like you’re dressed when a strange man was over the house, I’d take her over my knee and spank her."

Billy felt the man’s hard cock jump under his hand.

"Do you think that is what I ought to do to you?"

"Maybe sir," Billy said, trying to say what he thought Jim wanted to hear.

"Maybe?"

Jim didn’t sound pleased.

"I mean, yes sir."

"Yes sir what?"

"I think I should be spanked."

"For what?"

"For dressing like a slut in front of a strange man, sir."

Jim let go of Billy’s hand and Billy kept it on the man’s crotch, uncertain of what he should do next. Jim told him.

"Go bring me that chair."

Billy walked across the room, picked up the straight-backed chair in the corner, and returned with it.

Jim sat down.

"Pull those shorts down around your ankles. Pronto."

Billy fumbled with the snap, but managed to undo it. He slid the tight denim shorts down his legs and daintily stepped out of them, one foot at a time. He was now standing in front of Jim clad only in the tiny t and a pair of white lace panties. The panties were decorated with a small pink bow. Billy was aware of the bulge in his panties. He was certain that Jim saw it, too.

"Now lay yourself across my lap."

Billy laid down across the Jim’s thighs, bringing his arms overhead. His legs stretched out behind him, his bare toes touching the floor.

Jim bunched up the material of the panties and stuffed it between the cheeks of Billy’s bottom. He had made a thong of Billy’s panties. Billy felt the man kneading the flesh of one of his buttocks, rest his palm for a moment on his firm, rounded flesh, and then without warning raise his hand and bring it down again with a hard smack.

Billy gasped.

Jim worked methodically, slapping first one ass cheek and then the other. The spanking seemed to go on for a very long time. Billy started squirming, trying to avoid the worst of the blows, but it was no use. The hand struck again and again on his now ultra-sensitive flesh. He could feel his poor defenseless cheeks tremble after each blow. His poor bottom felt like it was on fire. He lifted his foot involuntarily, bending his leg defensively, as the hand came down again.

"Keep those pretty toes on the floor, missy," Jim said sternly.

"Oh…yes…sir…" Billy said between blows.

He forced himself to keep his toes on the floor. It wasn’t easy.

When at last the spanking was over, Billy stood before Jim with his cheeks red and his face wet with tears. As red-hot as his bottom was, Billy was very conscious of the cold wet spot on the front of his panties.

"Do you have a sissy name?" Jim asked.

"Yes sir," Billy said shyly.

"What is it?"

"Sometimes I call myself Kelly."

"Okay Kelly. Now I want you to listen carefully. I am going to help you become a girl. Would you like that?"

Billy shook his head. "Yes sir."

"Good. I am going to rape you, Kelly. I think it is what you want. More importantly, I think it is what you need. If you’re a good girl, you might even end up enjoying it."

Billy was scared—but also incredibly excited. The two conflicting emotions paralyzed him where he stood. In a small, breathless voice, he pleaded:

"Please don’t hurt me, sir.

"I don’t think that will be necessary Kelly. If you do exactly what I say."

"Yes sir."

"Now the first thing I want you to do is put on something extra sexy for me. Would you like to do that for me?"

"Yes sir, I really would."

"Good."

Jim went to the night table, reached down, and pulled the cord of the telephone receiver out of the wall.

"Just in case you were thinking of calling for help. But I don’t think you really want to do that, do you Kelly?"

"No sir."

Jim nodded.

"That’s a good girl."

He walked to the door and stood there with his hand on the knob.

"Now make yourself pretty for me sweetheart. And don’t dawdle. You’ve got exactly fifteen minutes."

Jim closed the door.

Fifteen minutes later the door opened and Jim stepped back inside the bedroom. Billy turned from the mirror on the bureau where he was retracing his lip-liner with a trembling hand. He was wearing a hot little dress with a short, ruffled red mini-skirt, and a form-fitting white bodice that left his shoulders and midriff bare. Underneath, he was wearing an ultra sheer pair of white lace panties. His legs were encased in a pair of white, fishnet thigh-highs. On his feet he wore a pair of open-toes red platform pumps with two-inch platforms and chunky four-inch heels. With a couple of pins, he’d managed to work his hair up into a quick cute updo that showed off the cheap but sparkly dangle earrings. He had applied eyeliner, mascara, and lip gloss. He only had time for the rudiments. He wished he’d had time to do his nails. He loved the way his hands and feet looked when his nails were done. Well, the clear polish on his finger and toenails would have to do. After all, he wasn’t going out on a date. He was going to be raped.

Billy held his breath while Jim slowly looked him over from head to toe. After what seemed like forever, Jim nodded.

"You are a very pretty girl, Kelly."

Billy smiled, shyly.

"Thank you sir."

"Do you feel pretty dressed like that, Kelly?"

"Yes sir."

"Do you feel loved now, Kelly?"

Billy was almost too choked with emotion to answer.

He nodded his head.

This time Jim didn’t demand that he speak. The wordless answer seemed to satisfy him.

"Come over here."

Billy had practiced many times walking in the big, chunky heels. He loved the way the shoes made his legs look and how they seemed to imprison his feminized feet. It was the first time he had ever been dressed in front of anyone else, however, and he felt more than a little embarrassed. He forced himself to walk just as he practiced in front of the mirror all those nights alone. He reminded himself to keep his back straight, his head up, and his hands at his thighs, fingers up, palms facing the floor.

"Was that okay?" Billy asked hopefully.

"You’re doing fine, Kelly. Just fine."

Billy saw the length of cable in Jim’s hands.

"I want you to turn around now Kelly," he said. "The first thing we have to do is tie your hands together."

Billy silently obeyed. He felt his heart pounding as Jim pulled his arms behind his back, crossed his wrists, and lashed them tightly together with the cable.

"Have you ever been bound, Kelly?"

"No sir. I’ve fantasized about it, though," he admitted.

"I know you have," Jim said.

Billy wondered how he could have known, but then again, perhaps the sexual desires of a boygirl like him weren’t such a mystery, after all. He felt another cable looped around his arms, and then tightened, which pulled his elbows together.

Billy winced.

"Hurts some, doesn’t it?" Jim said. "I’ll bet you didn’t fantasize about that."

"Sir?"

"Yes Kelly?"

"I’m starting to get nervous."

"That’s perfectly natural, Kelly. You’re being raped."

"You don’t understand sir," Billy explained. "Sometimes I get anxiety attacks..

"It’s okay Kelly. I saw the prescription on the dresser. Would you like a pill to calm you down a little?"

"Oh yes sir. Please…"

Billy stood there in his platform heels, dress, and makeup, his arms pinioned behind his back, while Jim got a paper cup of water from the bathroom. Jim then placed a xanax tablet on Billy’s tongue and held the cup while he sipped at the water. Jim repeated the process three times.

"That should calm you down," Jim said.

"Thank you, sir."

He grabbed Billy by the upper arm and led him to the bed.

"Up you go," he said.

Billy climbed with difficulty onto the bed. Jim directed him to lie with his face towards the foot of the bed and his knees pulled up under him. Billy could feel his short skirt riding up. He felt totally helpless with his hands tied behind his back and his pantied bottom exposed and raised in the air.

"I found this in your night table," Jim said.

He lowered the long black vibrator so that Billy could see it.

Billy blushed.

"Do you even know what this is?"

"It’s a vibrator sir," Billy said, confused.

"Yes Kelly. It’s a vibrator. Do you know what to do with it?
"I put it between my legs, sir. To help me cum."

"I see," Jim said. "Well, I am going to help you cum a different way. Would you

like that Kelly?"

"I don’t know, sir."

"Do you have any idea where I am going to put this?"

Billy felt a shiver of anticipation.

"In my bottom, sir?"

"You’re a very naughty girl, Kelly. I am going to put this in your bottom to

help you cum. Are you scared?"

"Yes sir, a little."

"That’s okay. I’ll try to make it as easy as possible. Do you have any KY jelly or vaseline?"

"No sir."

Jim frowned. "Okay. How about some butter?"

"Yes sir. In the fridge."

"You just stay still and I’ll be right back."

Billy could feel the tranquilizers beginning to take effect. He listened to Jim rummaging around in his kitchen and felt a real sense of violation. This strange man had drugged him, tied him up, and was about to rape him. Billy knew he should be terrified. He was terrified. But he was also extremely aroused. He knew that this was probably his last chance to get away. Of course, it would be virtually impossible to make it to the door in the high-heeled pumps and his hands tied behind his back. Jim would surely catch him. And even if Billy did make it, how could he explain the fact that he was dressed like a slut to whoever he might go to for help? No, Billy wasn’t going to try to get away. But what kept him on the bed was more than just the bondage, the drugs, or the possibility of embarrassment. What kept him there was the warm bulge inside his pretty panties.

Jim came back into the bedroom. In his hand the black dildo glistened. He turned it on and placed it in front of Billy’s face.

"Kiss it, Kelly."

Billy shyly gave the black cock a little kiss. He involuntarily licked his lips and tasted the butter.

"Now I want you to tell me how much you want to be ass-raped, Kelly."

Jim moved to the side of the bed.

"Please sir, would you—"

He pulled Billy’s panties down.

"Go on," Jim said. "Don’t be shy."

"Would you please fuck me?"

Billy felt the tip of the black vibrator at the tight bud of his asshole. He felt a moment of panic. But Jim’s calm demeanor steadied him.

"Fuck you where, Kelly? Say it."

Jim pushed the vibrator against Billy’s reluctant asshole. The greased tip slid inside. Billy gasped.

"Oh!" he said, surprised. "In my bottom, sir."

Jim laughed, low and urgent.

"In your ass, Kelly?"

"Yes sir," Billy said. "In my ass."

He could feel his asshole stretch around the vibrator. He winced, hoping his made-up face looked pretty in pain, and knew that there was nothing he could do to help himself but to surrender. The vibrator slid a little deeper. Billy moaned.

"Oooooh…. In my ass. Please fuck my ass. I want it there sir…"

Billy lifted his buttocks a little higher. The vibrator was firmly inside him now. His sphincter muscles had given up. The thought that he was being penetrated and that Jim liked doing this to him helped ease the discomfort. He tried to shimmy backwards a little.

"Do you like that Kelly?"

"Yes sir…oh…yes sir…very much…"

"That’s it Kelly. Let it out. Tell me."

"I want to be fucked in the ass, sir. I want to be…fucked like the whore…that I am. Please…please…rape…my ass."

Jim pushed the greased vibrator in and out of Billy’s pert little ass. When he sensed Billy had fully opened himself, Jim plunged the vibrator deep into Billy’s rectum, passed his last defense, filling and plugging him completely.

"How’s that feel, Kelly?"

Billy could hardly speak.

All he could manage to say were the words:

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."

Jim reached between Billy’s stuffed buttocks. Billy felt a warm tingling sensation fill him as the black cock inside his ass began to vibrate. The vibration began to tickle his prostate and Billy was certain he was going to explode inside his panties. But the vibration was just enough to keep him on edge, but not quite enough to put him over.

"Oh god," Billy murmured. "Oh god."

He felt Jim pull his panties up and pat him on his sore, vibrating buttocks.

"That should do you," he said.

Then he looped a length of cable around Billy’s ankles, lashed them together, and passed the other end between his bound wrists. Billy was forced to arch uncomfortably backwards as he was tightly hog-tied, wrists to ankles. Jim then came back around to the foot of the bed.

"Now that you’re all taken care of sweetheart, it’s time you took care of me."

Jim slowly unbuttoned his pants, pulled down the zipper, and pulled his stiff cock from inside his underwear. Billy had never seen a cock so big in his life. The fact was he had never seen another man’s cock up close before. He had no other cocks to compare it to except his own and compared to his own, Jim’s cock was huge. Unlike Billy’s small, smooth cock, Jim’s was long and thick and veined. Where Billy’s cock was white and pink, Jim’s was an angry reddish-brown with a large, flared, dark-purple head.

Jim took his heavy cock in his calloused hand and slapped it against Billy’s cheek.

"Kiss it," he said gruffly. "Just like you did the vibrator."

Billy kissed the dark cock, feeling the burning flesh on his lipstick-coated lips.

"Your ass is being raped," Jim said. "Now I’m going to rape your mouth. Would you like that, Kelly?"

"Yes sir," Billy said, breathlessly. The vibrator in his bottom was making it hard to think clearly.

"You have a very obedient mouth, Kelly."

"Thank you, sir."

"Very submissive lips…"

"Oh…"

"Open your weak little mouth."

Billy opened his mouth.

"That’s it. Wider, sweetheart."

Billy forced his mouth open until his jaws hurt.

"I’m going to cum in your mouth Kelly. I’m going to fuck your pretty face. Would you like that?"

Billy nodded, his mouth stretched open.
"Now form a nice soft O with your lips. A nice soft O for me to fuck. That’s it, just like that. You have a perfect fuck face, Kelly."

Jim held his cock steady and guided it into Billy’s mouth. At first, Billy was shocked at the taste of Jim’s hot, salty flesh. And then there was the aliveness of the thing. The cock in his mouth was pulsing and throbbing with life. Every once in a while, in response to some chance contact with Billy’s soft tongue, a powerful muscular contraction caused it to leap. It was so strong, so vital, so masculine in a way that Billy never had been and never would be. Billy stared down at the cock sliding between his lips and saw his lipstick smeared with saliva on the thick shaft. Then he looked up at Jim who was running his eyes over Billy’s trussed up body. Billy closed his lips tightly around Jim’s shaft…

"That’s it baby," Jim murmured. "You look so good like this, tied up and dressed all sexy, a cock up your pretty ass and in your pretty face…"

Jim began thrusting his cock faster and harder. He was holding it around the base with one hand, pumping it into Billy’s mouth. Even so, the head of his cock touched the back of Billy’s throat, threatening to make him gag. Billy did his best to relax his throat muscles. He could tell Jim was close to coming. He had no idea if he were sucking Jim’s cock correctly. He wanted to do it right. He wanted to be a good girl. He only hoped instinct was a good guide and that effort would have its own reward. He used his tongue to massage the underside of Jim’s cock.

Jim moaned.

"You little cocksucker…you little slut…"

Encouraged, Billy squeezed Jim’s cock with his lips and flicked the tip of his tongue on the underside of its swollen head. Billy felt Jim suddenly grow still as a powerful muscular contraction traveled the length of his cock. Billy tasted something viscous and salty on his tongue and hurriedly swallowed. Jim grabbed the hair gathered at the back of Billy’s head and resumed thrusting. Billy could feel the wiry hair of Jim’s heavy balls against his chin as Jim mercilessly fucked his face.

"You like being raped, don’t you? Don’t you?"

Billy wished he could answer. He wished he could tell Jim how much he liked

what had happened to him. Instead he did the next best thing. He licked and sucked on the hard cock filling his sissy mouth.

"You pretty little bitch…"

Jim groaned.

Billy felt the cock in his mouth swell and something hot and electric race up from its base. He prepared for the explosion, but just as he sensed it was coming, Jim pulled his cock from Billy’s mouth.

Billy opened his eyes and saw Jim holding the huge cock level with his face. A second later he felt the thick hot gobs of semen spatter across his cheeks, his forehead, his lips. He fluttered his eyelids as burning cum jetted for his eyes. Jim was pumping his cock, unloading, shooting jet after jet onto Billy’s delicate painted face. Billy felt completely degraded and totally turned on. The cum was running down his cheeks and dripping off his nose. Billy ran his tongue over his lips and tasted Jim's semen. At last, Jim was finished cumming. He stepped forward, his cock still half-hard, and presented it to Billy.

"Lick it clean."

Billy slowly and lovingly licked Jim’s cock and balls. When he was satisfied, Jim stepped back and tucked himself back into his pants. He patted Billy on the head.

"Good girl."

Jim went into the bathroom and returned with a washcloth soaked in warm water. He knelt at the foot of the bed and gently wiped the cum from Billy’s face.

"You did very well Kelly," he said. "Now you can relax. You’re all done now."

Billy smiled shyly.

Jim held his cupped hand under Billy’s chin. There was a pill in Jim’s hand. Billy obediently opened his mouth. He swallowed the pill with a sip of water. After five pills, Billy closed his eyes and sighed. He heard the humming vibrator still inside his buttocks and felt sexy and embarrassed. Jim slipped a hand under Billy.

"You’re wet," he said, "but you didn’t cum. Good girl."

Jim untied the knots in the cable wrapped around Billy’s wrists and ankles. He rubbed away the soreness and gently lowered Billy’s stiff limbs. He then helped the sleepy transvestite onto his hands and knees, turned him around so that his head was at the top of the bed, and had him lay down on his back. Jim slipped off Billy’s pumps, put them on the floor, and then climbed onto the bed beside Billy.

"You want to cum, don’t, you girl?" Jim said, feeling Billy up under his skirt.

"Yes sir," Billy murmured, feeling deliciously tired.

Jim’s hand was now rubbing the front of Billy’s skimpy white panties.

"Oh…"

"You like that, don’t you baby?"

"Oh…yes…"

"I know you do," Jim said, his hand stopping and starting. Billy’s hard little cock leaked, soaking his panties. "From now on I don’t want you to cum unless I initiate it. Do you understand?"

Jim had stopped his hand, waiting for a reply.

"Yes, sir."

"Lift your sexy legs up."

Billy obeyed.

"Now spread them. I want you to feel that cock deep inside your pretty little ass."

Billy moaned.

"You’re getting fucked. How do you like it? Don’t answer. I just want you to feel it."

Jim’s hand was rubbing the front of Billy’s lacy panties.

"Do you feel that cock vibrating inside you? Penetrating you? Raping you? I want you to know just what is happening to you Kelly."

Jim suddenly pulled his palm away and Billy instinctively arched his back. His pantied crotch was seeking Jim’s hand.

"Look at you, little slut. You want it bad, don’t you?"

Billy nodded his head.

"Do you know what’s going to happen when you cum?"

He resumed rubbing Billy’s lace-imprisoned cock.

Jim’s hand began moving faster, finding the rhythm. Billy drew his legs up a little further, the better to feel the vibrator deep inside him. The pills had made him so relaxed.

"Do you know what you will be when you cum with that cock inside you?"

Between the anal penetration and Jim’s hand, Billy lost any remaining shred of inhibition. He let himself go to the wonderful feeling that now enveloped him in ever mounting waves of sexual pleasure. He tossed his head from side to side on the pillow, parted his legs as far as they would go, and felt his toes curl inside his fishnet stockings.

Jim’s words pushed him over the brink.

"When you cum, you’ll be a girl."

Billy stiffened, arched his back, and gave a little cry. He didn’t have a chance. The vibrator buzzing away relentlessly in his ass…Jim’s hand on his panties…Billy was going to be a girl, a girl, a girl. It was what he always wanted. He had been thoroughly raped.

"That’s it," Jim encouraged, "Cum baby. Cum for me. You look so pretty when you cum."

I’m done, Billy thought.

"Cum, cum, cum…" Jim said.

Billy stopped resisting the inevitable and let himself go. Inside his lacy panties, Billy’s little cock spurted jet after jet of hot cum.

"Good babydoll good," Jim said. "I’m so proud of you."

Billy opened his eyes and looked into Jim’s smiling face. Still cumming, Billy smiled back.

 

Billy woke up.

He had no idea how he had gotten into the short white satin nightie he was wearing. The nightie was cut low in the front with small lace cup for his titties and thin spaghetti straps over the shoulders. He was no longer wearing the fishnet stockings. His smooth brown legs were stretched in front of him. He stared at his feet. His toenails were painted with burgundy polish.

He held up his hands.

His fingernails were painted the same color.

The heat had been turned up in the room so that it was nice and warm. On the television, an old romantic movie was playing.

The vibrator was no longer inside his bottom. He had almost gotten used to it being there. Now it felt like an absence.

Billy remembered what Jim said just before he fell asleep.

"I’m leaving your panties on. I want you to know that this wasn’t a dream."

Billy reached down and touched the front of his panties. In spite of the heat of the room, they were still wet and a little cold. Billy brought his cum-soaked fingers to his lips. He thought of Jim undressing him and then dressing him in the little nightie. He thought of the repairman sitting on the side of the bed patiently painting Billy’s fingernails and toenails.

"Oh…"

Billy wanted to touch himself, but remembered what Jim had told him. No cumming unless Jim initiated it.

"Oh…"

Billy got out of bed. He was a little wobbly on his feet. He glanced in the mirror on the bureau. The girl staring back at him looked tousled and cute. Billy smiled. He padded in bare feet through the apartment looking for Jim. He knew he was alone, but he looked anyway. Sure enough, the apartment was empty. Billy went back to the bedroom and laid down. The old movie was sweet. Billy didn’t recognized any of the actors or actresses but just knowing that Jim had picked it out…well…it was like a love letter. Billy curled up and watched and felt warm and pretty and feminine. He was a girl now. He didn’t doubt it. He would wait for Jim to call. He knew Jim would. In the meantime, he watched the romantic movie and imagined what it would be like the next time Jim and him were together.

Hmmmm…

He pressed his smooth, tanned thighs together.

He hadn’t taken off his soaked panties.

Even though they were a little uncomfortable.

It was proof that this wasn’t just a dream, a fantasy.

Oh, yes…

 

 

 

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