Flesh: Alpha Males and Taboo Tales (6 page)

“I want your cock,” she moaned and gripped the sheets in front of her, bunching them up. Her tight entrance gave way, stretching out until the man’s cockhead finally passed through it, followed by the entire length of his firm shaft.

Once he was buried completely, even more strange thoughts floated into my mind. “
He’s turned himself into a little cock-hungry slut. How does it felt to be treated like that, to be used by a man for his satisfaction? Would I like that, too?
”

The man in the video didn’t waste much time being gentle. His cock glistened with whatever slippery lubricant had been employed for their performance and easily slid in and out of the sissy’s ass. Their flesh met with the dull smack of skin against skin. The camera took up a new position, directly behind and underneath them, and I watched as the man’s balls slapped against her supple backside.

“I bet those are so full of sperm,” I whispered, only half-believing how aroused I was by what I was watching. “
What the hell is wrong with me? Why is this turning me on?
” The head of my member tingled with increasing brightness, nearly ready to erupt.

The man caressed the model’s body, feeling the soft skin of her back and the curving roundness of her posterior. His hands settled on her waist and gripped there roughly. His pace became rushed and he began to thrust harder and faster, jarring the model’s body and sending her into a series of short, gasping breaths. He let out a guttural moan, withdrew his stiff member, and pumped out several jets of rich, thick cream across the sissy’s backside.

Just as he had his release, so did I. Warm, erupting sperm filled my hand as I bucked my hips in the chair. My thighs quivered and pulses of erotic, vibrant energy flowed between my belly and the back of my head.

Even though my brain was swimming delightedly in post-orgasmic bliss, one chilling question crept through and sank into my stomach like lead. “
Why did I just do that?
”

I listened to the CD again that night. In the morning, I gave a cursory glance at the nearly-full pack of cigarettes on my nightstand, but felt no temptation whatsoever to have one. As soon as I got on my jeans, I made my way into the kitchen. There, I was surprised to find a large cardboard box filled with several articles of women’s clothing. On top, I could see a colorful dress and a few pairs of lacy undergarments. Before I had a chance to inspect it any closer, Daniel opened the outside door and tromped into the kitchen.

“Hey! What’s up, Carter?”

I withdrew my hand away from the box just in time. “Oh, not much. Still kind of sleepy.”

“How’s that smoking cessation program working for you? Tried it out yet?” He asked innocently and began rifling through his backpack. “I mean, I understand if you haven’t had a chance to test it.”

“It’s good,” I said, leaning against the counter and trying not to look into the big box. “Really good, actually. Yesterday I only had, like, three cigarettes and today I don’t even think I want one.”

“Wow! That’s great, man. You must be very susceptible to the hypnotic suggestions I implanted into the tracks. Some people really take to it.”

“It’s definitely working on me,” I trailed off, once again feeling my interest pull towards the dainty items in the box. “So, what’s…uhh…what’s with all the clothes?”

“That?” Daniel walked over and pulled out the dress. The material looked stretchy and light in his hands.
“Just some of Laura’s things. She left a bunch here in my room and I was getting all of it together to take back to her sometime.”

“Oh…”

“Yeah. Look at all this stuff. I bought it for her while we were dating.”

Daniel put the dress on the table and reached back inside the box. He then removed several more interesting objects; lipstick tubes of different
colors, various types of makeup kits, and even a bright red wig.

“A wig?”
I asked, perplexed. “Why did she have one of those?”

“It’s from Halloween. She went as Jessica Rabbit, remember?” Daniel sifted through the remaining stuff in the box. “
Dunno what happened to the rest of that costume, though. But, there is this –“

With a wide grin plastered on his face, Daniel pulled out a flesh-toned, rubbery dildo and planted it right on the table. The thing had a suction cup on the back of it that stuck easily to the wooden surface. It had to be seven or eight inches long and was shaped exactly like a real cock, right down to the rounded, ridged head and subtly raised veins that ran down the shaft.

“Check that shit out,” Daniel said. “Got it for Laura on her birthday last year. She hasn’t touched it since.”

“That’s a…a big one,” I whispered softly, admiring it. For some reason, I really wanted to touch it…to wrap my fingers around it and feel it under my hand. I had to fight the urge by keeping my arms down by my sides.
“Looks real, too.”

“It’s
molded after some porn star or something,” He said and popped the dildo off the table with a tug, tossing it back into the box along with the rest of the stuff. “Anyway, I’m pretty sure there’s a few things of hers still around here that I need to find and take back to her. You don’t mind if I leave this out here for now, do you?”

I shook my head and stared at the box.
“Nah. It’s…fine.”

“Great. Now I
gotta get out of here before I’m late again.” Daniel grabbed his keys and made his way across the kitchen. “The professor is starting up a new project next Friday and I need to hit the office and sign up the students who want to participate. I probably won’t be gone too long.”

“Ok, well, then…I’ll see you. Maybe I could cook us something to eat tonight? Does that sound good?”

“
Why the hell was I saying that? I never cooked anything!
”

“Huh? Yeah, that sounds nice, Carter.” He raised one eyebrow and looked at me expectantly. “The place is
kinda dirty, too…don’t you think? You really ought to clean up around here today.”

“
What? It’s your mess, not mine! Fuck you!
” I thought. Instead, the words that came out of my mouth were, “Oh, of course! I can’t believe I’ve let these dishes pile up so bad! I’ll have this place spic and span before you get back.” The look of confusion on my face must have been palatable.

“Great. Feel free to look through that box and make sure I didn’t grab any of your stuff by mistake. You can keep anything that interests you.” Daniel smiled at me deviously and turned for the door. “Have fun.”

“
The hell did that mean?
” I wondered disjointedly. “
And why the fuck am I saying things I don’t mean to say?
”

I waited in the kitchen until I heard Daniel’s car start up and then drive away. Once I was sure he’d left, I carefully went over to the box and reached inside. There, at the very bottom, was the dildo he’d shown me only a few minutes prior. My hand moved towards it, despite my mental effort not to. “
Wait…what am I doing? I don’t want to touch that thing!
”

A few seconds later, and it was out of the box and resting in my shaking palm.

“
It’s really soft…but kind of hard at the same time,
” I thought, squeezing the realistic flesh of the faux phallus. The urge to run my tongue across the small, etched slit on the tip filled me. “
I wonder if…no…I really shouldn’t…that’s kind of…gay, isn’t it?
”

Still, my hand was already pumping up and down on the dildo, pleasuring it just like a real cock, despite my inward reluctance not to. I felt the need to do more…like I just had to go just a little farther. “
Ok. Just one little suck. Just as…an experiment. To see what it feels like,
” I convinced myself.

I was only beginning to find out what I thought or wanted didn’t really matter. The subliminal messages of the CD Daniel had given me had already been activated. Now, I was at their mercy.

Timidly, I held the dildo around the base of its shaft and licked up the side of it, trying to emulate what I’d watched girls do before. The thing had no real taste at all that I could discern, and the texture was very unlike what I’d expected. A familiar swirling set loose in my belly and hot arousal coursed into my loins. I opened my mouth nervously and took the plunge; closing my lips around the head of the thick tool and giving it a gentle, satisfying suck.

“
Oh, God…
” I thought, as my brain turned to mush. “
It feels so good in my mouth. So natural, like that’s right where it’s supposed to be.
”

My poor cock was straining against my pants as dirty images began to rage through my mind. I became even more eager and bobbed my head in a steady rhythm, taking as much of the dildo in my mouth as I could. A thin coat of saliva soon covered it, which dripped down to my clutching fingers or drizzled out the corners of my mouth.

“
I’m doing it, aren’t I? I’m learning how to suck a cock. I’d better do good…mmm…so I’m ready for the real thing…
”

The thoughts were deeply disturbing to me but I simply could not stop them from appearing in my head or stop what I was doing. In the back of my mind I was puzzling it out, trying desperately to figure out what had happened to cause this, when it finally dawned on me.

“
The CD! Daniel…he must have put something else on it!
” Anger flared up within me, but my head continued to bob and my mouth continued to suck. I could feel myself losing control of my own mind and body. “
He must have…figured it out…me and Laura…I…
”

I pulled my mouth off the dildo and rubbed it alongside my face. The rough bristles of my beard there felt out of place, gliding like sandpaper. The angry thoughts dissipated at once and new ones emerged to take their place.

“
I need to shave…I need to be silky and smooth…all over.
”

After retreating to my room and removing all of my clothes, I used the electric trimmer to remove most of the hair from my chest, under my arms, and from my legs. It was somehow liberating to be free of it, but I knew the job wasn’t complete. I needed to be like the sissy girl in the video. That’s what men wanted.

“
Silky and smooth. I need to make boys want me.
”

I drew a hot bath and submerged myself in the sudsy water. Once the coarse hairs became soft enough, I covered my legs with shaving gel and used a razor to make them perfect. After that, I finished preparing the rest of my body. With each swipe, the razor removed another little bit of my manhood. It was a more tedious process than I would have imagined, and I gained a new appreciation for the long amount of time my past girlfriends often spent in the bath.

When I got out, I dried off and took a bottle of lotion from the counter. I filled my palms with the lavender-scented stuff and massaged it into my legs and thighs. The slick feeling of my hands gliding along my skin was wonderful; I reclined on the bed and spread out my legs, making sure to pay special attention to the newly-shaved area beneath my balls.

“
That feels so amazing…this must be how girls feel…
”

The thought of it sent a lurching sensation into my belly and I realized once again that I was not really in control of myself.
“
Why…w-why can’t I stop doing this? I…I want to stop…please…
”

The tip of one of my caressing fingers bounced softly across my puckered entrance. A tingling sort of buzz rose up both thighs at the light contact. I rubbed against it again, spreading
more of the creamy lotion. It was almost like having a pussy down there that I never even realized that I had. “
Ahh! I like that. Why haven’t I paid attention to this spot before?
” My fearful thoughts vanished at once.

Soon, a strange new desire consumed me – to be filled. My legs shook while I positioned myself on the edge of the mattress. I wiped the lotion from my hands and applied a generous dollop of slick, clear lubricant to one finger. With a deep breath, I slowly began to advance it past the outer edge of my entrance.

“Ooh, that’s really tight,” I whispered. My hole clenched around the finger in a vice-like ring, but it couldn’t stop it from advancing. The wonderful feeling of having my entrance stretched out was like a reward being given in my mind.

I withdrew my finger and swirled it across my hole, like I’d seen women do with their pussies when they played with themselves. The feeling was grand, and I again felt the pleasurable impulse of reward firing off in my brain. It shook me to my core and brought my member to a full, incredibly stiff erection.

“
The more I act like a slutty little girl, the better it feels,
” I concluded. On the inside, I could sense myself giggling. “
Maybe I should try on some of those sexy clothes…
”

I crept into the kitchen, completely nude; the whole time looking anxiously through the open windows to make sure the
neighbors didn’t see me. “Damn you, Daniel…I know you did this to me,” I managed to force out between my teeth as I grabbed the box full of clothes. “I’ll figure a way out…I promise I will…”