Chapter 2

“I tried to convert you this whole time we’ve been hooking up but nothing seemed to stick. Not the gay innuendoes. Not me throwing you at every gay man we meet. Not the constant gay talk when we have sex. Not my pinky in your ass when I blow you. Not me dressing like a man when we go out. Not me pegging you. And not even when I totally dressed you like a woman. Geez!”

I scrunched my face in disbelief.

“But tonight! Going all the way with Brent. That’s bound to work. Get the pun? Bound to…”

I shook the restraints in anger as the door buzzer buzzed.

When they returned from the front door a very nude Brent was with her.

He spoke to Lexi in hushed tones even though I could obviously hear every word, “I told you you were going to have to tie him up. And he let you?”

“I have my ways. Feminine whiles you know.”

“He’s a looker. Better in person than the nudes you sent.” I was even more mad now that I knew she’d somehow gotten and sent nudes. “Are we taking more pictures today? For my album?”

“We better not. Evidence. But it’s gotta work this time. Or all the groundwork I’ve put in will be wasted.”

“Can I watch you get started?” he asked as he threw himself on the couch.

“Sure, Brent.” And saying so she knelt between my dangling legs and engulfed my tiny shrunken penis in her previously safe mouth. Sucking with everything she had she tried futilely to get a rise out of me.

Lexi added some lube and fingers to my ass but that also failed. And when I say she added lube I’m not kidding. She had some sort of turkey baster or syringe and she added like a year’s worth of slick gel.

She put what she called a cock ring on my dick and with a penis pump managed to bring me to attention. I WAS hard, but it felt fake. Brent clapped and cheered in gay affectation.

Tired from her exertions, but feeling pleased with herself, she addressed me again, “Which one of us do you want at the front and which at the back?”

I studied her new black dildo and his stiff erection. They seemed to be about the same size. In the end I trusted the newcomer to be gentler with my back door. I gestured and spoke into the gag while she pretended not to understand. “No matter. Knowing exactly what you were planning to do to me on the swing. And as delightful as that sounds, I’ve decided to provide you with the same pleasure – both of us taking turns on both ends!”

“However, Brent’s gonna need some help getting it started” Reaching into one of the bags she withdrew a few items then knelt by my side, “The first one’s the smallest.” She put my dick in her mouth and sucked some more as she worked a butt plug into my rear. I liked the sucking, not the butt plug.

Brent joined us, caressing my chest with his hands while she continued sucking me and swapping out plugs for progressively larger ones. I flinched at his first touch, but it actually ended up feeling somewhat soothing, as opposed to the unnatural sensations in my ass. Who knows? I might have liked the attention back there if I didn’t know its purpose.

Leaving the last butt plug hanging obscenely from my rectum Lexi stood, pleased with herself, “I suppose you’re as ready as you’ll ever be. Now are you gonna make a fuss when I take out the ball gag, ’cause I can always use this ring gag instead.” Holding it up there was no denying the purpose of that gag would be to hold my jaws open while still allowing entrance for cock or dildo.

I knew my neighbors had heard plenty over the months and were prepared to ignore any suspicious sounds. Resigned, I shrugged and motioned that I wouldn’t scream.

As soon as the plug, then ball, was removed I implored Brent, “You’re not really going to go along with this. It’s rape and you could do hard time.”

He too shrugged, “If not for this one then one of the last two.”

With a sudden realization I gave up reasoning with him and argued with Lexi’s plan instead, “It’ll never work. It clearly didn’t work before. You can’t just make a guy gay.”

But it was useless to argue with her obsession. She yelled angrily, “It will too work! I’ve done it better this time. You’re my special one.” I saw now how crazy she was. There was going to be no stopping this. My only hope would be retribution after.

Suspended in the swing with all my holes exposed and my artificially hardened cock on display, my two assailants took their positions. Brent was between my legs while Lexi was at my head, she tried to kiss me as if we were lovers but I was having none of it.

Scorned, she flew into another rage, “You’re gonna get it now!” But Brent interrupted, reminding her that the goal was for me to enjoy it.

Her mood changed as fast as greased lightning, “Sweet boy, you can’t fight it so you might as well give in to it. We’re not going to do anything you haven’t done, and loved, before, except Brent is a real man now. Just think how much better his fleshy organ is going to feel compared to cold plastic.”

With a few adjustments to the swing my head was lowered to align with Lex’s sterile faux penis while my ass was raised to line up with Brent’s genuine article.

Lexi’s counterfeit cockhead touched my lips with a chilly introduction. Meanwhile, Brent’s soft warm authentic cock said ‘hello’ with more genuine but uninvited warmth.

I did my best to be relaxed back there, knowing from experience that it would ease the passage. But up front I refused to suck or give her the satisfaction of any participation in any way.

I expected Brent to ram home like Lexi was doing. Instead he circled the rim a bit before attempting an entrance. Despite my best efforts it felt good.

The black dildo hit the back of my mouth, an experience I’d had before with the thinner purple toy. Gagging, I didn’t plan to help it along as I might have otherwise done.

The head of the darker, red-skin covered body part popped into me like no plug had prepared me for. It only hurt for a second and he knew to freeze. He used a firm grip on my balls to keep the swing from shifting away from the intrusion – If pressed, I would have to admit the touch wasn’t bad.

Lexi was jamming that harder object into me repeatedly. She knew how to use it from years of practice so it didn’t hurt, though it didn’t feel particularly good either.

Meanwhile, the more pliable tool progressed to gently rocking in and out at a steady pace. Brent took it easy too: taking it deeper gradually. I hated having no say-so. I didn’t want a man’s dick in me. But it was.

About the time I was used to the sensations fore and aft Lexy announced a change: “The goal is to turn you Stevie. And toward that end it’s time we TURNED you.” The two of them spun me around so my head was closer to Brent’s very real cock and my defenseless asshole was now presented to Lexi’s big imitation one.

She wasted no time reaming my ass, informing me just how different the two dicks were instantly. Now the unyielding pole was up my chute and the forgiving one was being pressed to my lips.

He had apparently wiped it, and thanks for small favors, but it still belonged to a man and the drops leaking from the end originated in a man’s hairy balls. Hardly flavorless, they were surprisingly sweet, but after the initial insertion they dissipated.

The harder shaft in my ass was uncomfortable compared to what Brent had been doing when he had been back there. Actually, his fleshy shaft in my mouth was also more comfortable than the strap-on had been.

The two of them pleased themselves for a number of minutes before declaring again that they were going to switch. Lexi proved again how careless she was when she brought her unwashed cock to me and made me swallow it. Brent reapplied some more lube before using my ass again.

I fully expected him to sink in all the way like before. But he decided to aim directly for my prostate. Massaging the lump inside me with the head of his stiff organ he forced little oozes of cum to be milked out of my dick. With each pump his cock slid effortlessly through my anal ring and upon contact with my pleasure button ejected more goo from my pee slit. Crap if it didn’t feel good! I didn’t want any of it to feel good in any stretch of the word.

After a sizeable puddle of slick dick juice was dribbled on my belly he scooped up enough to use to jack my dick. My erection stopped feeling fake as the electric jolts in my cock which were timed to his thrusts came faster and faster.

I couldn’t help but notice how Brent’s breathing quickened. Lexi’s did too. She stopped abusing my throat so she could come near to watch my deflowering up close.

Faster he drilled me. Faster he wanked my hard leaking cock.

Until finally with a series of grunts, jerks, spasms, and spurts, he started filling my ass with his male cum. The slippery gunk felt different than the lube, better. I hated having it inside me, but then my own cock started spewing long strings of spermy milky proof. Proof that I’d had an orgasm as a result of being fucked by a man.

In a moment of self-conscious shame I stared at the security camera only I knew about, fearing the recording would be ruined as evidence.

Lexi, jumped up and down cheering and clapping, “You loved it! Now you’re gay and it was me who did it.”

I had to get away from these monsters, so I lied, “I was so wrong. Brent’s cock was delicious and I can’t wait to give endless blowjobs. But what was most surprising was how satisfying it was to be ravished by such a great cock. I’m ruined for dildoes, nothing less than the real deal will ever do.” As much as I would say whatever I needed to be let loose – there was a tiny nugget of truth. The experience was overall awful while moments were oddly good.

My ass leaked cum and lube all over my hardwood floors the whole time they were freeing me. Brent grabbed a rag to clean it up.

But the second my last limb was free and I was standing again, albeit on shaky legs, I started screaming, “Get the fuck out of my home you horrible people!! If I ever see either of you again I’ll kill you. I might just kill you right now if you’re not quick enough.”

Brent was gone before he could even get dressed. But Lexi couldn’t believe what she was hearing, “You didn’t love it? You’re not gay?” She started crying as if I’d hurt her feelings tremendously.

I couldn’t wait for her to process what happened. I pushed her out the door not even knowing if she had a chance to grab her clothes or car keys or whatever.

I used a carefully edited version of the security footage to make sure they would never torture anyone ever again.

And no, I’m not gay. In fact, in the weeks that followed I thought long and hard about what I wanted in life. I even gave Tiffany a call, and you know what, I think it’s gonna work out pretty well. Maybe we’ll even get married someday.

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