Str8 Turn Out Ch. 05: PANTIED

A gay sex stories: Str8 Turn Out Ch. 05: PANTIED

I try to adjust to life as a fulltime pantyboy.

Thanks for all the comments! I truly appreciate them and please keep them coming. I open with a quick synopsis, but you should probably read the previous chapters for this one to make sense. I hope you enjoy it.

This is a tale of male-on-male sex with some non-consensual elements including forced panty wearing as a young man comes to terms with his evolving sexuality, so if that offends, please look elsewhere.

Oh my God! I’ve been TWINKED!

An hour ago, I was a typical fit average guy next door, but now I was completely hairless from the neck down, including my knuckles! From the neck up my eyebrows had been trimmed to within a millimeter of being feminine. I had been transformed, no, I had actually been emasculated from being a scruffy Otter to a hairless Twink!

That’s without even mentioning my new panties. They were high cut, royal blue nylon with a matching lacy design running up from the leg openings to the waist. The panties were so high that they almost reached to my navel, but I must admit that when I turned and looked over my shoulder, my ass looked fucking amazing in them. Little wonder that my coach wants to keep me in panties 24/7.

Coach Tyler did all of this to me. He’s not really my coach, but I think of him that way. He has a very commanding presence even though he’s about five years younger than me and three inches shorter. He heard me having my first sexual encounter with another man through our apartment wall and since yesterday he has fucked both my throat and my ass. It was when I was giving him my first blowjob that I realized that he was the son of Coach Johnson, my old high school soccer coach. That’s when I started to think of him as Coach Tyler.

But while Coach Johnson focused on training me to be a better player on the soccer field, his son Coach Tyler was training me to be a very different kind of player. It had been drilled into me for four years of high school soccer and four more in college that the coach was to be obeyed without question or hesitation. That’s why I think of Tyler as my Coach.

That’s also why I’m admiring my pantied ass in my bathroom mirror.

I could easily wrestle the cocky little twerp to the ground and beat the snot out of him, but he has a dominant personality so my conditioning as an athlete brings out a submissive streak and a need to please my coach in me. That’s why in the last 36 hours I’ve sucked him off twice and have also been roughly fucked by his huge cock.

Shit! The clock struck the hour, so I had to log back onto my computer after lunch. My company is very strict about their working from home rules. So I ended up spending the next half hour working on my computer at my dining table wearing only a pair of cum soaked panties. I had never worn panties before in my life and only been in my first pair of panties for over an hour, but for some reason I was enjoying wearing them. I was loving the feel of nylon on my ass and the way it made my butt slide easily on the chair. I also felt naughty, daring and kind of sexy wearing girl’s panties.

My phone buzzed.

Shit! It was a text from Coach. I dreaded to see what he wanted, especially since I was working.

“Pantyboy,

Buy the stuff in the attachment and have it express shipped. Check the size so they fit and text me later when they arrive.

Master Tyler”

Tyler called himself Master, but I always think of him as my Coach. What’s the difference? I looked at the attachment. Big surprise. The order included shorts, tops and panties in assorted colors. I didn’t really have time for this while I was working, so I checked the sizes as best I could, set up the express shipping and checked out. Damn! I just dropped over two hundred bucks in two minutes! I guess being a pantyboy does NOT come cheap.

I texted Coach back, but I addressed him as Master. I figured he’d like that.

“Master Tyler

The order has been placed for express delivery. Thank you for thinking of me. I truly appreciate that you are taking the time to train me properly and I hope you like how they look on your

Pantyboy”

As soon as I sent it, I regretted it. Why was I thanking this little twerp for making me wear panties full-time and “training” me? Tyler’s “training” method involved emasculation and humiliation along with cocksucking and fucking me. My ass was still sore from yesterday.

A few minutes later I got a reply.

“Good boy.

You must really be enjoying wearing your panties, because you already sound like a total sissy girl. Let me know when your new panties arrive, sweetcheeks.

MT”

I wasn’t sure which gave me the bigger thrill, being called a good boy, sweetcheeks or a sissy girl. I did my best to focus on my work until quitting time.

After work I peeled off my sticky panties and had a quick shower. I changed into the same outfit I wore this morning and had just finished a quick dinner of some leftovers when the bell rang. I ran to answer it. Sitting there was the box. It held my future as a pantyboy. I popped a full erection in my white nylon running shorts at the sight of it. Good thing the delivery guy was already gone.

I brought it inside. I was so excited I was almost trembling. Again, I asked myself what was I doing? I had never worn or even considered wearing panties before lunch time today, so why was I excited, even horny about getting a box of panties delivered to my door. I had no idea.

But first things, first. I sent Coach a text.

“Master Tyler

My new panties that you picked out were just delivered along with my new shorts and tops. I can’t wait to try on all these pretty things but didn’t want to open the box without your express permission. Please tell me what I should do now.

Your obedient

Pantyboy”

Five minutes went by. Then ten. I started to get nervous that I wasn’t going to get into my new panties tonight, even though that would mean having to suck Tyler’s ten-inch cock again.

Finally, my phone vibrated.

“Pantyboy

You did well. Good boy. Do NOT open the box. Bring it to my place at seven and wear the same faggy outfit you did yesterday. Also, put all your boy underwear in a bag and bring them along. You will no longer need them – ever!

MT”

Seven? That was almost a half hour! I felt like a kid on Christmas morning who had to wait to unwrap his presents…

After an eternity slowly passed, I found myself in front of Tyler’s door with my underwear and my panty box in hand. My Coach opened the door, took the box and the underwear bag and walked inside with a nod for me to follow. “Strip down to your panties, sweetcheeks.”

Panties? “Umm…”

Coach spun around with a look of fury. “You’re not wearing your panties?”

“N-No, Sir. They’re still drying…”

“Go kneel in front of the TV. Now.”

I went into the living room and knelt on the carpet with my back to the TV with my head bowed like a shamed puppy. Coach was in the kitchen opening the box. I was on the verge of tears. I had messed up by showing up NOT wearing panties. Yes, they had to be cleaned and were still drying. Yes, my running shorts had a built-in liner, so panties were extraneous. But I was now Coach’s pantyboy. I was supposed to be in panties 24/7 and I had been caught out less than seven hours later. Coach was right to be furious. I was supposed to give him 110 percent and I had dropped the ball.

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