“Well at least you didn’t fuck up the order bitch.” Coach called from the kitchen as he examined the boxes contents.
It didn’t help. I had been demoted to bitch. I was not a good boy, I had no panties on, so I wasn’t a pantyboy and my cheeks were no longer sweet. I was so ashamed that I wished the floor would open and swallow me.
Coach brought in the box and dropped it on the coffee table. He sat down on the couch. “Get naked, bitch.” I quickly stripped down and knelt again with my head down before my Coach.
“Hmm…What color panties should we use. Ahh. Since this is your first pair, let’s go with white.” He tossed a little clear plastic package to me. I opened the pack and pulled out a wisp of gleaming white material. OMG! It was soft, filmy and light as a feather. I opened up the panties to find that they were full-cut and the front panel had a fancy filigree pattern.
“Oh, Sir. They’re so pretty!” I blurted out.
“You already sound like a sissy girl. Put them on, bitch.”
“Yes, Sir.” I replied with way too much enthusiasm. I eagerly stepped into my pretty new panties and was rewarded with a thrill as the nylon slid gloriously up my newly smooth legs. I pulled them up to my hairless crotch and over my bubble butt. The feeling was both luxurious and electric over the most erogenous portions of my body. I was going to LOVE being a pantyboy.
“Tuck that little dick back, bitch.”
“Yes, Sir.” I shoved my hand down the front of my panties and tucked my dick back between my balls and pointed it to my hole. “Is that better, Sir?”
“Turn around.” I did a slow turn in my panties, allowing another man to judge how I looked in them. “Nice. Get over here, bitch.” I walked over to Coach and he spread his legs and patted his left thigh. I knew what he meant. He wasn’t asking me to sit on his knee, but to bend over it. With shoulders slumped I bent over and rested my crotch over his thigh with my vulnerable pantied ass presented for a spanking. His legs were so short that I was on my elbows with my butt in the air and my knees almost touching the ground. Coach put his other leg over the backs of both of mine, trapping me in position. His hand glided over my nylon clad butt, savoring the feel of my pantied ass and savoring what he was about to do to it.
“So how many swats on these sweet cheeks do you think you’ve earned tonight, bitch?”
I searched for a number… “Sir, I’ll take as many as you think I deserve.” SWAT!
Coach spanked my ass hard. “How many, bitch?”
“One hundred, Sir. Please.”
“Count ’em, bitch.”
Coach started spanking and I started counting. He was spanking my ass hard with deliberately steady strokes. At first it stung, at fifty swats my voice cracked, at seventy I was sobbing, for the last fifteen I was openly crying.
SWAT! “One hundred, Sir.” I lay over his knee sobbing and he gently rubbed my glowing ass for a moment. Then he helped me up and sat me on his lap with my head resting on his shoulder as I sobbed like a sissy girl.
“It’s OK, sweetcheeks. You have a good little cry, sissy girl. I’m going to train you right.”
“Th-Thank you, Sir.” Sniff…
“Let’s get you dressed in something cute.” He pulled the tops out of the box and held them up one at a time. He noticed that I spotted a silky white athletic shirt with red trim. “Try it on.” I slipped it on over my head. It was very tight like a compression shirt and it showed off my pecs and nipples. Coach ran his hands over my chest and nipples which caused me to shudder. “That’s perfect for you, sweetcheeks. Try these shorts with it.” He pulled out silky red short shorts with white trim. I got to my feet and slipped them on. They cupped my butt perfectly. Coach must have thought so too because he started to feel up my ass and my smooth legs.
“Damn. You were made to be a pantyboy. Crawl into the bedroom. You know the position. I’m gonna hit the can for a minute.” Coach gave me a gentle pat on the butt as a signal to move. I dropped to my knees and crawled slowly down the hall all to conscience of the nylon top massaging my chest and nipples and the layers of nylon sliding frictionless over my butt as I moved. “Damn sweet cheeks.” I heard Coach mutter behind me just before the bathroom door closed. I heard his stream of piss hit the bowl as I crawled into his bedroom. I gasped when I saw that there was a black satin comforter on the bed. I eagerly crawled onto the bed and lay flat on my belly. I wormed around luxuriating in this silky cloud that felt electric on my smooth skin and even more intense on my nylon encased chest and crotch. I rolled onto my back and started to make a satin snow angel, flapping my arms and legs slowly, loving the sensation of being enveloped in filmy nylon on this satin cloud.
I heard the stream stop and quickly got into position. I flipped onto my belly facing the door, put my arms behind my back and grabbed my elbows. Then I rolled onto my back, pinning my arms beneath me and waited for Coach. I had to prove after my screw up that I was a good boy. I let my head fall back and waited for Coach to come use me. The bathroom door opened and I watched him approach upside down. I could tell he was pleased that I had positioned myself for his use, but I wanted to show that I was pleased too. “I love your bed, Sir. The satin comforter feels amazing on my legs, Sir. Thank you for removing all my body hair so I can enjoy it, Sir.”
Coach grabbed his crotch. “There’s a better way to use your mouth to show your appreciation, bitch.” Coach unzipped and hauled out his equipment as he approached. I licked my lips.
“I’ll do my best to make you feel good, Sir. I’ll do anything you want me to do, Sir.” I was groveling. I hated myself for it but I meant every word. I didn’t want to be a bitch anymore, I wanted to be a good boy for my Coach so he would be proud of me again.
“I know you will do anything I want. That’s what bitches are for.” Coach lifted his cock and dropped his big balls on my lips. I got to work eagerly with my mouth, gently licking and sucking his balls as he tea bagged me. If you had told me on Saturday, that I would be spending Tuesday night on my back, dolled up like a twink and eagerly lapping at another guys balls, I’d have laughed in your face. But here I was, lapping Coach’s hairy balls with my nose buried in his taint, breathing in his scent from the most intimate of places.
Coach moaned appreciable to my efforts and leaned forward resting his hands on my pecs. He returned my favors by tweaking my nipples with his thumbs through my white nylon shirt. Fuck! I moaned against his balls at the sensation and squirmed helplessly on the glorious satin comforter. “You ready for my cock, bitch?”
“Yefth, Thir! Yefth, Thir!”
“Open wide, bitch and watch your teeth.” Coach pulled back and I tilted my head back and opened wide to receive his cock. He shoved almost half his length into my mouth and I tongued and sucked on it greedily. He slowly started to fuck my mouth, going a little deeper each time. Soon he was entering my throat and I managed to take it with only minimal struggles. Coach rewarded me by tweaking my nipples harder and faster. I squirmed under him on the comforter as I entered a feedback loop of sensory overload. A huge cock was plunging into my throat faster and faster, harder and harder, causing me to squirm on a satin cloud of sensation, causing me to suck harder, causing coach to tweak my nipples harder and faster, making me squirm and desperately hump my panties and nylon short shorts, causing me to moan around the huge cock, which made Coach fuck harder, causing his balls to bounce of my nose, which made me moan louder…