A gay story: Str8 Turn Out Ch. 11: Team Spirit Cheerleaders Chrissy & Michelle display some team spirit.
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This is a tale of male-on-male sex with some non-consensual elements including forced feminization, mind control, drug use and hints of incest as a young man comes to terms with his evolving sexuality, so if that offends, please look elsewhere. You may want to see previous chapters to understand who the players are and how they descended to this level of depravity.
Everyone is OVER 18 in this twisted tale. This is a work of fiction with some unsafe practices. Please be careful in real life encounters.
I went through my morning routine on autopilot. My nightmare convinced me that while I liked Miguel, we had no long-term future together. At least no future that I would want to be part of. Without a second thought, I slipped into a fresh pair of navy-blue panties along with my white running shorts and black wifebeater. I had breakfast, logged onto work and kept busy until noon. I went next door and Tyler let me in with a nod towards the living room.
It had only been less than a week for me of lunchtime blowjobs and it was already becoming as routine for me as wearing panties. While Tyler headed for the living room, I stripped down to my panties, dropped to my hands and knees and crawled into the living room, all too aware of the cocksucker red nail polish on my fingers and toes. Tyler had just finished lunch and was sitting on the couch watching his big TV. The little twerp smirked at me as I turned the corner into the living room. I hated him for the look of smug arrogance, but could you blame him. He had taken an older, larger, straight male and reduced him to being his personal cocksucker. I looked like a total faggot crawling across the floor with highlighted hair, trimmed eyebrows, painted fingers and toes, and the only thing covering my now hairless trim body were a pair of lady’s navy-blue nylon panties.
Tyler held out my open sissy collar and leash before him. I crawled between his spread legs and placed my throat into the leash and swallowed as my master buckled it around my throat and with a click, secured it in place with the heart shaped lock that tagged me as a sissy.
“Good gurl,” Tyler cooed and pulled me towards his crotch by my leash.
“Thank you, sir.” I opened his shorts and pulled out his hardening cock. Without hesitation I lowered my head and took my young master’s cock into my mouth like a good cocksucker. I sucked on his cock and started bobbing my head on his growing member. I rested my hands on Tyler’s thighs as I sucked him while Tyler rested his hand on my bobbing head as slurping and sucking noises filled the room.
A few minutes later, the doorbell rang. “Shit! Dad must be early. Go let him in, Chrissy.” Tyler unclicked my leash so I could mince to the door, giving Tyler a good view of my pantied butt swishing to the door. I peeked through the peephole to confirm that it was indeed Coach before opening the door to let him in. He was all smiles.
“Hey, Chrissy. Don’t you look sweet in your little panties.” Coach ran his hand down the brocade front panel of my panties and cupped my package while giving it a gentle squeeze. I gasped as my cock popped up to half mast. “Well, someone is glad to see her old Coach. Give me some sugar, Chrissy.” Coach grabbed the ring on my pink sissy collar and pulled me in for a kiss. Eww… Coach was twice my age, so I did not enjoy kissing him at all. His tongue explored my mouth as his hands slipped around behind me to cup and explore my nylon clad buns. I instinctively held onto his biceps as he pulled me in tight against him until our hard cocks pressed deliciously together. Finally, Coach broke the kiss, “Damn, you taste so good, Chrissy.” I smiled. I wondered what Coach would think if he knew he was tasting Tyler’s cock and pre-cum in my mouth? With his hand still cupping my right butt cheek, Coach led me back into the living room where his son Tyler was sitting with his semi-hard cock still sticking out of his open shorts.
“Oops. Looks like I interrupted you boys. Get back to work Chrissy like a good girl.” Coach patted my pantied butt and sent me back to sucking off his son. I got back on my knees before Tyler and started bobbing my head on his cock. “Damn, that looks good,” Coach husked before joining Tyler on the couch and pulling out his own swelling organ. He pulled my head off his son and shoved me down on his own hard on. Tyler was wedged between the arm of the sofa and his dad, watching me going down on the cock that created him. Coach moaned in pleasure as I tongued his shaft and he put an arm over Tyler’s shoulder.
After I had worked on Coach’s cock for a minute, I moved back to sucking Tyler again and used my hand to jerk Coach to keep his motor running. After working Tyler’s cock with my mouth for a minute, I moved back to sucking off his dad again. I spent my lunchbreak on my knees in panties, trading off between sucking off my old soccer Coach and his son. Switching back and forth between the two cocks not only helped prolong the length of the blowjobs but it gave me time to start getting into sucking father and son at the same time. The incestuous undertones were only exacerbated by Coach pulling his son in closer and closer as they sat side by side on the sofa. When I was sucking Tyler, his dad’s arm pulled his son in so close that Tyler, with eyes closed and mouth open, rested his head on his dad’s shoulder, his face gently nuzzling his dad’s neck. I switched over to sucking Coach and he started to squeeze and grope his son’s chest and bicep while rubbing his stubbled chin against his boy’s soft hair. It was an amazingly homoerotic sight of forbidden male intimacy that caused my cock to strain painfully hard against my tight panties. Naturally, young Tyler was the first to achieve climax, his cock pulsed in my mouth and then sent jets of cum shooting down my throat as he moaned, “Oh, dad-dee…” into his father’s chest.
I barely had time to get my mouth wrapped around Coach’s cock before he shot with a grunt, pulling his son’s head in tight to his face so they were cheek to cheek and moaning, “Yes, take it boy… Take my load…” into his son’s ear. I ruined my panties as I swallowed Coach’s scalding volleys of cum down my throat.
It took a moment for everyone to recover and Coach looked down at me and ruffled my hair, “You sure know how to suck cock, Chrissy.” Tyler looked sheepish and was unusually quiet. I wondered if he was thinking the same thing I was. How long would it be before he took my place kneeling before his father in panties with his mouth wrapped around the cock that created him?
But I had to get back to work. “Be back here at seven, wear white sneakers and do not be late.”
“Yes, coach.” I got dressed and left knowing that I would not be enjoying whatever the Johnson boys had planned for me tonight.
Promptly at seven I rang the bell to Tyler’s apartment. I was wearing the same outfit as lunchtime except for white sneakers and a fresh pair of black panties. I was a bit surprised when a smiling Coach answered the door. “Chrissy. Right on time sweetcheeks. Let’s get you changed.” Changed? Coach had asked me to wear sneakers, so I assumed that I wasn’t going to be slipping into my usual French maid costume or any other girly outfit.
There wasn’t any time to think about it though as Coach steered me down the hall to the bedroom. I didn’t see Tyler, so I assumed he was in the bathroom. Coach and I entered the bedroom and I saw this evening’s apparel waiting for me on the bed. It was a soccer uniform and I could tell that it was for me because my name and old number were stenciled on the top. Well…sort of. There was a large 23 on the back, but instead of having SMITH stenciled across the shoulders it said CHRISSY.
That the uniform had my sissy name of CHRISSY on the back was only fitting since this was not a uniform for a man, this was a soccer uniform for a sissy. The top was in hot pink and was a short crop top. The bottoms were bike shorts in shiny white spandex and the socks were in hot pink with white stripes at the tops. The accessories included my pink sissy collar with sparkling rhinestones and hot pink wrist and head bands. There was also a jock in hot pink, but instead of solid material, it was a stretchy lace fabric.
I swallowed hard as Coach squeezed my ass and gave it a pat. “You’re gonna look so fuckable in your new uniform Chrissy,” Coach growled lecherously in my ear. “Get naked, bitch.” Coach almost ripped off my shirt and yanked down my shorts and panties. As I bent down to untie my sneakers, Coach buckled my sissy collar around my neck. I stepped into the lacy pink jock and I felt the straps cup and lift my butt cheeks higher. Coach slapped my butt, “Sweet. I didn’t think that girly butt could look any more fuckable.” I pulled on the bike shorts quickly, foolishly thinking that they would afford me some modesty, but when I glanced in the mirror I noticed that my lacy pink jock was clearly visible through the thin fabric!
Coach ran his hand lightly over my shiny white spandexed buns, enjoying every inch of the glossy material over my firm glutes. I started to pull on the top, but jerked in surprise when I felt Coach’s finger stroke my pre-lubed rosebud. “The back seam is open so I can literally fuck you in your sissy shorts, Chrissy,” my former soccer coach almost drooled. I pulled on the top and stared in the mirror again. The pink top was tight and silky, stopping a good three or four inches short of the waistband of my shorts, but the front of the top was even worse than the back. It had my old number 23 on my left pec and the name CHRISSY on the right pec with the name of a fictional team SWALLOWS scrawled just below it across the entire front, telling anyone who glanced at it that “CHRISSY SWALLOWS”.
Coach noticed that I blushed, “You’ll be swallowing a LOT tonight Chrissy.” I ignored his evil chuckle and slipped into my pink socks that came up to my knees and laced up my white sneakers. I pulled on the pink head and wrist bands while Coach continued to feel up my butt. A glance in the full-length mirror confirmed my worst fears. I looked like a total sissy faggot. I don’t mean that I looked gay, this outfit was so over the top that even a stripper in a gay bar would blush to be seen in it.
Unfortunately for me, Coach thought that I looked absolutely scrumptious in this ridiculous “uniform”. He stood close behind me, admiring my reflection as he palmed my spandex encased butt and ran his other hand up my abs, under my hot pink top to tweak a nipple. “I always knew you were a sweet little sissy, Chrissy,” Coach husked in my ear, causing my prick to twitch in my lacy pink jock. “This sweet ass belongs in panties, just like you belong on your back or your knees serving real men.” My cock swelled to a semi-hard chubby as my old Coach continued to entice my inner sissy with his words like a devil on my shoulder. “Aren’t you tired of pretending to be a real man. This is the way a sissy boy like you should dress all the time. You enjoy it too, don’t you? Look at the tent your little dick is making in your little pink sissy jock. You’re getting turned on looking at the sissy posing in the mirror. Let’s take some sissy pics for you.”
“Umm, O-OK, Coach.” The devil on my shoulder won again and I not only yielded to Coach taking pictures of me in this outfit, I found myself enjoying indulging my sissy side. Coach tossed me a pink and white soccer ball and I posed for my first sissy picture. We did a few shots that were reminiscent of the PG rated sports beefcake shots that you would find in a typical men’s “fitness” magazine. Coach showed them to me on his phone and I must admit they were hot.
A picture of me standing before the full-length mirror that captured a full front and rear view of me studiously fixing my highlighted hair to get that tousled look over my pink headband while holding the soccer ball against my hip, cocked to one side giving a nice shot of my right butt cheek ensconced in shiny white spandex.
Me standing before the mirror again but facing the camera with your typical toothy jock grin, again with my hip cocked giving a great view of my perky gleaming white ass reflected in the mirror.
The typical serious “take a knee” shot with my game face on, facing the camera, with my pink shirt proclaiming that indeed CHRISSY SWALLOWS…
A fun shot of me kneeling on the bed with my butt on my heels and knees spread wide while spinning the ball on one finger, biting my lower lip in concentration…
Coach decided we should do some boudoir shots next. For some reason I was into putting myself on display and relished the next few minutes of being a sexy sissy model. I followed Coach’s directions just like I used to when I was a member of his team, striking pose after pose on the bed like I was an underwear model. Coach showed me the photos and at the risk of sounding egotistical, they made for some prime jerk off material.
The classic SI swimsuit model pose. I was lying on my side, propped up on one elbow, the knee on my upper leg bent, giving the camera a come-hither look.
Propped up against some pillows on the headboard, one leg straight, the other bent with my knee to the side giving a good view of my package, one hand on my hip, looking at the camera with hungry eyes and the tip of my tongue just visible between my moist lips.
On my belly facing the camera while propped up on my elbows, knees bent to show off my pink socks and a nice side shot of my butt in my white bike shorts.
The same pose, but taken from the foot of the bed, knees spread, hips cocked giving a great view of my butt in my bike shorts with my lacy pink jockstrap visibly framing my cheeks through the white spandex and me looking over my shoulder invitingly at the camera.
Another shot of me on my back from between my spread legs with knees bent, seemingly dozing with my head turned to one side and my hands tucked under the pillow, presenting an image of complete vulnerability…
I could hardly believe that the slutty young man in the pictures was really me. It was like hearing your voice for the first time on a recording and asking, “Is that really ME?” Coach quickly erased any doubts I may have had that the camera had captured the true me that I had been presenting to the world my whole life.
“Surprised, Chrissy? You shouldn’t be. You’ve always been a little cock tease, even though you denied it all these years. It’s better that you realize it now before you trap some poor girl in a sham marriage while shaking your sweet cheeks at your father-in-law like a little sissy slut.” My head was awhirl. I was no longer certain who I was anymore. “Here. Take a couple of hits of this. It’ll help you relax.” Coach held a vape pen up to my lips and I did a couple of tokes.
It was a good thing I was sitting on the bed. It’d been a couple of years since I had gotten buzzed but the vape pen must have been set to 11 because I was already starting to fly. Coach had me lie on the bed with my head resting on the pillows on the headboard. He grabbed another pillow and had me lift my hips and slid it under my butt. I was pretty out of it already so I didn’t object when Coach kneeled between my legs and put a bottle of poppers to my nose. I obediently inhaled as he did one nostril, then the other. The poppers and THC fought for control so I was wired and stoned at the same time, but I was still able to mumble and objection when Coach pulled out his hard dick and started lubing it.
“It’s OK, Chrissy. This is what you truly are…a little sissy boy that takes daddy’s dick in her sweet pussy like a good gurl.” Coach cooed as he pressed his dick against my pussy. I pushed back to open my pussy like a good gurl and felt that big hard daddy dick slide into my wet pussy. It hurt so I pushed back harder and soon I had taken it all…
“Oh, Coach…” I moaned in a submissive girly voice. This wasn’t right, some part of my fried brain told me, but wasn’t this is what I had always wanted, Coach taking total control of me?
“Yeah, Chrissy. Take it you little slut. You earned this you little cock tease.” Coach started fucking me hard and angrily. I took it because I deserved this. I was a little cock tease and my old coach was calling me out, taking me down like I deserved. I started to cry like a little boy being rightfully punished.
“I’m sorry, Coach. I didn’t mean to be a cock tease…” I blubbered as Coach fucked me mercilessly.
“I know you didn’t MEAN to be a cocktease, it’s just what you ARE! Tonight, we’re going to train you to be a cock PLEASER. You’re going through the looking glass tonight Chrissy…and that little cocktease Christopher will NEVER find his way back.” Coach rammed home one last time and shot his load up my pussy.
“Ohhh…Yesss, train me, Coach…” I moaned in surrender.
After we had caught our breath, Coach took a butt plug and without much ceremony, shoved it up my ass trapping his load inside me. Coach clipped a chain leash to my sissy collar and led me out to the living room. I followed with my head bowed. Tyler was waiting on the sofa drinking a beer and watching the TV even though music was playing.
“About time you two love birds finished in there. Check out the slide show.”
“Nice…” was Coach’s assessment.
My jaw dropped. Intermixed with pictures from my FB account and college yearbook were the pictures that Coach just took of me in my sissy soccer outfit. The picture of me taking a knee in my old college soccer Panthers uniform with black nylon shorts, yellow top and yellow socks with black stripes and black cleats was followed by me in the same pose in my sissy Swallows uniform with white bike shorts, pink top and socks with white stripes and white sneakers along with pink head and wrist bands. OMG. It was amazing how far I had fallen from my college days of being a BMOC to a sissy slut. Coach held the vape pen to my lips and I took a hit as a photo of me laughing at a BBQ with an old girlfriend was followed by the sissy version of me on my belly, presenting my ass to the camera and looking over my shoulder at my potential violators. I took another hit as a picture of me passed out at a frat party was followed by my sissy self on my back, dozing with spread legs and hands under my pillow like I was being served on a platter to the viewer. I took another hit…
That may have been a mistake. I staggered as Coach led me over to Tyler and I flopped down next to him on the couch. “Easy, Chrissy,” Tyler soothed. “Here. This should help even you out.” He held a bottle of poppers to one nostril and I took a hit as Coach sat down next to me. Tyler fed me another blast in the other nostril as Coach scooted in close leaving me very stoned and wedged between father and son.
Coach held the pen to my lips again and I took another hit. Coach gave a sharp whistle and I heard the bathroom door open. Holy Fuck. A smiling Miguel jogged into the room…or maybe I should say Michelle because she was dressed in a pink cheerleader’s outfit! Miguel’s long silky black hair was parted down the middle and pulled into pigtails with pink scrunchies. He had white sneakers with short frilly pink socks, a short pink cheer skirt and white panties along with a tight pink crop top with SWALLOWS on the front and on the back:
MICHELLE
SWALLOWS
Michelle’s lips were a painted a hot pink that looked extra sexy with her complexion as did the rhinestone earrings that dangled from her ears and sparkled as she moved just like her sissy collar. She also carried huge pink and white pompoms in her hands. Keeping the phony smile on her face, Michelle struck a classic cheerleader pose with one arm held high and one knee bent before going into her routine.
“Give me a C!” Michelle mimicked the letter with her arms.
“C” we all replied.
“Give me an O!” She made a circle over her head.
“O” we all replied.
“Give me a C!”
“C” we all replied.
“Give me a K!” She used her arm, leg and body to form a K.
“K” we all replied.
Michelle bent over, presented her ass that had another little pompom on the seat of her cheer panties. The pompom shook as she twerked her ass, “Give me a COCK! WOO HOO!”
We clapped and cheered at her antics, but I could tell Miguel was embarrassed to be dolled up like a cheerleader. I would have felt sorry for him, but he looked too damned hot! The cheerleader’s outfit complimented little Miguel’s tight body perfectly. The pink crop top cupped his pecs becomingly and left his abs exposed. His perky butt looked amazing in his white cheer panties peeking out from under his very short pleated pink skirt. The little pink and white pompom on the seat of his panties was reminiscent of a Playboy Bunny’s cute little cotton tail and only made him look more fuckable.
I looked up from Miguel’s twerking cottontail to realize that he was watching the new boudoir photo of me on the giant TV taken from the foot of the bed showing me lying submissively on my back with bent knees and spread thighs, my hands with palms up on either side of the pillow and my face turned to one side with eyes closed. The insinuation was blatantly clear, “Take me I’m all yours!”.
Coach gave me another hit off the vape pen, “Looks like you two sissys are playing for the same team. Michelle, give Chrissy a lap dance.” Miguel backed up and I had a lap full of tight, twerking cheerleader ass! Coach fed me another hit that hit me hard, but as soon as I blew it out, Tyler was feeding me poppers again. I was flying from the drugs and mesmerized by the sight of Miguel’s bouncing pantied butt in my lap. I reached out and felt up his grinding cheeks that were causing the butt plug I was sitting on to grind sweetly in my ass. Miguel then spun around and sat on my lap, causing my butt plug to impale my ass to new depths. I groaned and looked up into Michelle’s pretty face…she was too pretty right now to think of her as Miguel.
Michelle leaned in and kissed me while rubbing our hard cocks together as she ground her hips in my lap. I wrapped her sweet-smelling smaller form in my arms as we made out. I was finally going to live out my fantasy of banging a hot cheerleader! I groped and stroked every inch of her strong tight body and found that her little panty pompom was attached to a butt plug that fed thru a hole in her panties into her boy pussy. She felt wet back there. I guess Tyler had fucked her in the bathroom while his dad was fucking me in the bedroom. I would be getting sloppy seconds, but that also meant her pussy was open for business. She finally broke the kiss and came up for air, gasping, “Seesie, Chreessie…”
Fuck that accent sent me to a new level of turned on. “Beautiful Michelle…” was all I could manage to moan in reply.
She smiled, grabbed my leash and with surprising strength pulled me unsteadily to my feet. I was so stoned from the poppers and weed that I needed all the help I could get. We stood face to face and she pulled me down by my leash and sissy collar to kiss her again. I pulled her in close and ground against her, feeling up her tight body as she groped my spandex clad ass. Michelle pulled down hard on my leash and without breaking the kiss, guided me to my knees. I squeezed and kneaded her pantied ass until she broke the kiss and used my leash to guide my head under her skirt. I rubbed my face over her cock that was restrained in her white cotton panties and licked the wet spot. Michelle pulled her cock out of the leg opening and I dove in on it. With my head under her short pink cheer skirt, I bobbed on her cock and felt up the front of her tight body. I loved her smooth thighs, solid little A-cup pecs and tight abs.
Michelle pulled her hard cock from my sucking mouth and I blinked in the light after being in the dark under her skirt. Holding onto my leash, she pushed me back until I was sitting on my haunches with my hands on the floor behind me looking up at her worshipfully. Michelle looked down at me with a firm grasp on my leash and gave me a crooked smile, “Chreesie…”
“Beautiful Michelle…” I replied breathlessly, my cock making an obscene tent in my white bike shorts at the sound of her accent. I know it sounds lame, but I really didn’t need to say anything more in that moment. I was hers and we both knew it.
“Maricon,” she managed to smile and sneer down at me at the same time. I was ready to accept anything from her; a kiss, a kick in the balls, a punch in the face, her dick in my mouth… I just looked up at my Mistress and licked my lips in anticipation…relishing my submission at the same time. Michelle didn’t disappoint. She grabbed my sissy collar and firmly dragged me backwards, so I had to crabwalk backwards until my shoulders hit the loveseat. She mounted my head and shoved her cock down my willing throat. I sucked and slobbered on her ramming cock under her skirt, alone in the dark with only my new Mistress’s cock and the noise of a sloppy blowjob.
I could have relaxed and sat my ass down while Mistress Michelle used my throat, but I was a good sissy slave and kept my torso and thighs parallel to the floor, supported on my hands and feet. It didn’t take long for Mistress to notice my position. she pulled out of my throat and sat on my belly. “You stay flat, Chrissee.” She patted my cheek.
“Yes, Mistress.” At least my new Mistress was on the small side so I could handle her weight. Then she pulled my collar to the side, “Move, Chreesie.” Shit. Now I was her ponyboy, too. I started to move, wondering how long I could manage to carry my Mistress without collapsing. Michelle was loving it, “Good, Chrissie. Good, maricon.” Her heels kicked my calves, urging me to go faster as I circled the coffee table, but it was that damned accent that made me move faster.
The Johnson boys were loving it. “Giddyap, Chrissy!” they laughed, almost spitting out their beer as Miguel rode me around the table, steering me with my leash like reins. I looked up into her beautiful laughing face and realized that none of my dreams of being with a cheerleader even came close to this humiliating reality. I almost made it through the second lap when I slipped and collapsed onto my shoulders with my hips still in the air.
“Awwwww….” The crowd groaned in mock sympathy, but Michelle was kind, “Good ride, Chreesie. I ride you good too, maricon.” Michelle put my knees over her shoulders, pulled out my butt plug and rammed into my ass with only Coach’s cum and my own drool as lube. My ass was still open from the butt plug and Coach’s fucking, so Mistress really started fucking me hard.
She grabbed my calves and folded my legs over my head until my sneakers hit the carpet and put her full weight on me with my ass up, open and vulnerable. Mistress really started to pound me, not the sweet love making like when she had fucked me…was that only this morning?
“Yeah! Piledrive that faggot, Michelle! Shake that pompom!” Coach cheered her on as I just moaned under the assault. Tears streamed from my eyes. The big pink and white pompom on Michelle’s butt plug shook in time to her hard thrusts up my ass. This hadn’t gone as I had expected. I was supposed to be fucking beautiful Michelle the cheerleader tonight, not being roughly fucked BY her. Then I remembered what Coach had said in the bedroom, “You’re going through the looking glass tonight Chrissy…and that little cocktease Christopher will NEVER find his way back.” I felt that the Christopher that I thought I knew had already fallen through the looking glass and maybe he was gone forever…
“Aaiiiiii, Chreesie…!” Mistress Michelle moaned above me and I felt her cock twitch in my pussy as she added to the load of man cream Coach had already deposited in my core. Having my beautiful Mistress seed me while moaning my sissy name in her sexy accent sent me over the edge and I shot my own load of sissy spunk through my lacy jock into my faggy white bike shorts. As I looked up between my legs at my beautiful Latino Mistress pulling her softening cock from my pussy, I knew then that I would never ever fuck anyone ever again. I was now just a little bottom bitch destined to be taken, used and fucked by men again and again. When Michele leaned down to give me a gentle kiss, I realized that I was oddly alright with that.
Michelle dismounted and shoved my butt plug back up my loose ass, trapping her cum inside me where it belonged. She lowered my legs so I was lying prone on my back looking up at her, the first cheerleader that I ever had sex with…and probably the last. Michelle yanked my leash, “Come, Chreesie. We make you pretty.”
“Yes, Mistress,” I would do anything for her. I rolled onto my hands and knees like a puppy and heeled as she led me to the bathroom.
“Damn, I gotta get some of that ass,” Tyler commented about my retreating butt. I blushed at the compliment, but my ass gripped my butt plug with renewed hunger.
“Wait your turn, son,” Coach replied. Turn? What did that mean? Tyler was the only one who hadn’t fucked me tonight.
Michelle led me into the bathroom and pulled me to my feet. That’s when I saw it. Hanging on the back of the door was another cheerleader outfit with
CHRISSY
SWALLOWS
on the back. I swallowed hard and stared at it as Michelle stripped me down to just my butt plug. I slipped on the white cotton panties and frilly pink socks as my Mistress ordered, thinking that it might actually be fun to be a cheerleader with Michelle as I laced up my white sneakers. Maybe even some sissy-on-sissy action would follow. Michelle had me step into the pink cheer skirt and adjusted it low on my hips. Mistress helped me into the pink top which was short, leaving my smooth belly exposed. I closed my eyes and sucked in my cheeks as ordered to allow Mistress to quickly apply some discreet eye shadow and blush. I only noticed Michelle’s makeup now that we were standing so close. She applied a hot pink lipstick and then some clear lip gloss. “So preeety, Chreesie,” she cooed as she attached a pair of clip-on rhinestone earrings to my earlobes. “Your lips stay peenk no matter how many deeks you suck, maricon.” I blushed but her accent made me want to make out with her so badly right now. She fed me a fresh hit of poppers in each nostril.
She attached a pair of pompoms to my hands and then had me bend over the sink to replace my butt plug for one with a pompom of its own. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and reflected on what I had become in just a week. Had it only been a week? I could barely remember when I wasn’t a faggot under the control of the Johnson boys. Chrissy, the sissy cheerleader that swallows, stared back at me blankly in the mirror as her sissy cheerleader Mistress shoved a butt plug up her pussy. Coach’s words echoed in my pretty little head.
“You’re going through the looking glass tonight Chrissy…and Christopher will NEVER find his way back.”
I saw no sign of the old Christopher in the mirror…
Mistress patted my pantied ass, “Stop staring at your preeetty face, Chreessie. Move your preeetty ass.” I stood up so Michelle and I were standing side by side. We shared a few tokes on an vape pen. I was soon flying again. She put an arm around my waist with a hand on my hip. I did the same and we checked out our reflections. Fuck. How many times had I seen girls walking like this with their girlfriends? Michele and I at a glance, looked like two very fuckable cheerleaders. “Smile beeg, Chreesie. We have to do the cheer together. Don’t stop smiling…” Mistress warned me. With big stoned phony smiles we sashayed into the living room and were greeted by whoops and whistles by the Johnson boys.
Then the doorbell rang. I kept smiling…OMG what new hell was this?
Coach jumped to answer the door. I heard low voices…male voices. “Take off the hoodies..”
Michelle had us pose like cheerleaders back-to-back, butt to butt, with our smiling faces turned toward the entry, the arm away from the door straight up, the other on our hip and the knee on the leg away from the door lifted high. I waited for whatever new horror was about to turn the corner and come into view.
A beat later and Coach came around the corner with his hands on the shoulders of two young athletic men dressed in our old Panther soccer uniforms. Their jaws dropped when they saw me, but I somehow managed to keep my big dumb smile on my face. Coach was genuinely beaming, “You guys remember your former teammate, Christopher Smith, don’t you? Only now she’s known as Chrissy…and she Swallows!”
OMG. Not only were they former teammates, they had been my best buddies, Logan and Dillon, but I hadn’t seen them in more than five years. Logan must have spent that time at the gym because he had filled out considerably, most of it muscle, but Dillon had kept his trim frame and shaggy dark-haired, blue-eyed good looks.
“Give us a cheer, girls!” Coach enthused.
Michelle and I went into our routine with phony smiles and enthusiasm, but I wanted nothing more than to run away.
“Give us a C!” Michelle and I mimicked the letter with our arms.
“C” all the men replied.
“Give us an O!” We both made a circle over our heads.
“O” they all replied.
“Give us a C!”
“C”
“Give us a K!” We used an arm, leg and our bodies to form a K.
“K” they all replied.
Michelle and I bent over, presenting our plugged twerking butts to the men and shook the little pompoms on our cheer panties. “Give us a COCK! WOO HOO!”
We didn’t have to ask twice…
“You boys have fun with Chrissy,” Coach told my old buds, “Michelle is mine.”
Coach grabbed Michelle and I quickly found myself sandwiched between my old teammates. I was trembling between the two men in soccer uniforms who I used to go on double dates with, as I stood between them dressed as a cheerleader. Their bodies were each pressed on one side of me and I felt like I was clamped in a vice as their hands slid under my cheer skirt and felt up my pantied ass.
Logan was the first to speak, “I always wondered if you swung both ways when I’d catch you checking me out in the showers, Chris…sy. If I’d known you liked to dress up like a girl, we could’ve had some fun times.” I couldn’t answer, because Dillon had brushed his thumb over my pink lips and slid it inside my mouth. I automatically licked and sucked on it as my own hands reached around to cup and squeeze my old teammates muscled buns through the nylon of their soccer shorts. I had given them both congratulatory pats on the ass on the field, but now I could openly indulge the secret fascination jocks have with their buddies’ beefy buns. Logan’s beefy butt cheek was round and solid like a bowling ball while Dillon’s bun was more of a teardrop shape and more yielding to my groping hand. I looked up into Dillon’s blue eyes as I sucked on his thumb sensuously until he commanded, “On your knees where you belong…Chrissy.”
I nodded slightly as I slid slowly to my knees between these two horned-up young jocks. By the time I had reached my knees with my butt resting on my heels, they had whipped their hard cocks out of their jocks and were rubbing them on my face as I looked up at them in disbelief. I was on my knees dressed like a slutty cheerleader about to suck off my old teammates in their soccer gear. This was either a dream come true or my worst nightmare. As Dillon put his hand on my head and guided his cock into my mouth, I realized that this was both a dream AND a nightmare!
I looked up hungrily at these two men as I traded their cocks back and forth in my sucking mouth. In that moment I was a slutty sissy cocksucker serving the cocks of real men and all was right with the world. I closed my eyes and sucked lovingly on Dillon’s cock realizing that he was right, this IS where I belong.
I opened my eyes as I switched back to sucking Logan’s cock and saw the very hot sight of Michelle on her knees switching back and forth from one Johnson cock to the other. As I moved back to service Dillon’s cock, I glanced up…WTF! I could hardly believe my eyes. OMFG. Logan and Dillon were kissing! It was THE hottest thing I had ever seen. Logan was holding Dillon’s handsome head like a vice in both his strong mitts and devouring his mouth, while Dillon was feeling up Logan’s muscled torso. I attacked their cocks with renewed enthusiasm while watching these two studs make out with a hunger and strength that can only happen between two athletic men in their prime.
Not surprisingly, Dillon was the first to lose control and with a manly groan grab the back of my head with one hand and impale me on his cock as he shot jets of scalding cum down my throat. I switched over to Logan and bobbed on his cock as my hands slid up inside the legs of his shorts to grab two solid bowling ball sized hirsute ass globes. Logan held onto my head with one paw to bob my mouth over his cock while the other paw kept Dillon’s mouth pressed to his own as he devoured his handsome lover’s oral cavity. When Logan came, he squeezed my head so hard that I was in danger of having my skull crack. Unlike Dillon, Logan came in my mouth, allowing me the honor of not only tasting his load, but then affording me the opportunity to swallow it on my own volition like a good little sissy should.
Dillon pulled me to my feet and kissed me deeply. I moaned like a good sissy slut and felt up his hard trim body as we made out like lovers. He broke the kiss and Logan took over manhandling me and raping my mouth with his tongue as he pawed my body in my cheerleader kit like a grizzly bear in heat. Then we were ALL making out, our tongues all tangled and our hands roaming over each other in our own different styles and based on our needs and desires. I was accepting and submissive, Dillon was loving and sharing while Logan was about taking and dominating. I was loving every minute of our old team reunion, but I soon found myself back on all fours on the coffee table with a mouthful of Logan’s cock and Dillon gently sliding his cock through the hole in my cheer panties and up my boy pussy.
“How’s her pussy feel?” Logan asked Dillon as he held my head with two hands and used my mouth like a fleshlight.
“Fucking sweet. Nice and juicy, not too tight, not too loose,” Dillon moaned as he gently sawed the full length of his cock in and out of my ass, massaging my prostate on each stroke. “It’s the fucking goldilocks zone up there.”
“Goldilocks?” Logan chuckled. “Well, she’s got the hair for it.” Logan ruffled my blond highlighted hair. I could barely moan a response with Logan’s cock pistoning my throat with his heavy balls bouncing off my chin.
Dillon started to pick up the pace in my ass. He grabbed my exposed waist and I relished the contact of our bare flesh. He squeezed my midriff tighter as he fucked harder and that turned me on since it was out of character. Dillon started to pull my hips in as his punched forward moving me in perfect counterpoint to his movements. I was in heaven with a teammates hard cocks in my ass and mouth, hips spanking my ass as a big cock slammed against my prostate.
Dillon kicked into a higher gear and I was loving every inch of it. For the next five minutes Dillon used his years of soccer training to rapid fuck my ass that left me spasming and moaning around Logan’s cock until I felt him break rhythm and grab my hips even tighter as he came hard up my ass.
I collapsed on the table and only then realized that I had cum while Dillon was reaming my ass. Logan didn’t give me a chance to dwell on it, he stuck a bottle of poppers to my nostril and had me take a hit before moving onto the other one. I had barely had a chance to exhale when he fed me a few tokes on the vape pen. My mind and body were becoming numb and saturated on the combo of potent drugs when he lifted me easily into the air so we were face to face and I instinctively wrapped my arms and legs around him. His tongue took possession of my mouth and his lubed cock did the same to my well fucked ass. Logan stood in the middle of the room and we made a beast with two backs as he bounced me on his hard cock. I lost my mind and started to bounce on him while his hips slammed into me. One meaty paw palmed my head like a basketball while his tongue raped my mouth. Where Dillon had been sweet and loving in his lovemaking, Logan and I were going at it like rutting animals. I moaned and wailed like a total slutty cheerleader as I was viciously fucked and manhandled by the beefy soccer player.
My concept of time had been fucked out of me so Logan reamed me for just short of forever before he growled in triumph and seeded the upper reaches of my colon. At that point I was a fucked-up mess, but despite my feeble protests, I was fed more poppers and weed. The room was spinning until sometime later I landed on my back on the couch looking up at Tyler between my spread legs. I guessed it was finally his turn to fuck me tonight as he lubed his cock and easily slipped it deep up my loose channel. Without any ceremony, Tyler started to fuck me hard which got me to panting on each impalement. Then Dillon’s handsome face was above me, but upside down. He was panting too as Logan was reaming his boy pussy on his hands and knees. I couldn’t resist grabbing his head and pulling him down for a kiss. I ran my fingers through his shaggy dark hair as we made out upside down like Peter and MJ while my former teammate and I were being mercilessly fucked. It was awesome. In the midst of raw mansex, my old buddy and I were making out like teenagers and the world just melted away. It may have been the drugs, but I was flashing on all the great times I had with Dillon, patting his ass on the field, hugging after a goal, wrestling naked in the shower, pantsing each other on the sidelines, hearing him making out with his gal in the back seat while I made out with mine in the front on a double date. Too bad it had taken this long for us to finally make out. Even after Tyler had shot up my ass, I lay there on my back making out with Dillon until Logan roared his orgasm and seeded my old teammate. We continued to deep kiss for a while but I must have passed out for a bit because the next thing I knew I was being fed more tokes and more hits until I was totally zoned out both mentally and physically.
Then I was vaguely aware of Coach strapping one of those cheap VR headsets on me, the ones where you stick your phone into it. “Enjoy the show, Chrissy,” Coach said with an evil grin. “Bye, bye, Christopher,” was the last thing I heard as he inserted the earbuds.
The video clip started with the title “Sexual Reprogramming, Vol. 2” and it was about fifteen minutes long. We’ve all seen these lame hypnosis videos before, so I lazily inhaled off the vape pen Coach put to my lips. The video started showing layers of images of cute gals sucking cock with the occasional hot guy sucking a cock in the background. There were the sounds of a lot of guys moaning sexually echoing in my ears as a gal narrated about how much fun it was to suck cock and that I should try it sometime. I chuckled as I took another toke, if she only knew that for me that ship had sailed. A cock entered my mouth just as a gal on the video dove down on a cock too. I sucked on the plunging cock just like the gals and guys, there were more guys now, sucked the cocks and swallowed loads of cum. I got another hit of poppers as I sucked cock along with the video. I was having trouble focusing on whether guys or gals were sucking cock the images were coming too fast. The girl kept giggling and encouraging me to suck cock because that’s what I really wanted to do. More hits, more tokes, more sucking, more guys sucking cock on the video, it was hard to focus with those annoying girls sucking cock getting in the way of the shots of guys sucking cocks. I felt a cock enter my pussy just as a guy in the video was getting fucked. There were less shots of gals and more shots of guys sucking and being fucked just like me. I was fed another deep hit of poppers and kept sucking until I was swallowing hot cum just like the good looking fags in the video, damn those shots of girls being fucked were annoying, I took a couple of more tokes and was rewarded with a fresh cock to suck as I watched all the pretty gay boys having fun with cocks like me…
Damn. The video ended suddenly, leaving me with a mouth and ass full of cock… Oh, good…it’s on a loop. Th video started again with the girl talking and I had to visually search for the images of the handsome cocksuckers behind the increasingly annoying girls while I took real cocks in my mouth and pussy, more tokes, more hits, more cocks, yum look at that cute guy taking that big black cock, mmm, I think I was sucking Dillon now, I grabbed his trim ass and groped every inch of it with my fingers while hot asses were being reamed before my eyes and moans of hot man action filled my ears, my unwilling hands were pulled off Dillon’s hot ass, but were filled with hard cocks, I stroked them as I saw jets of cum shoot across a hot fags face and the cock in my mouth came as I swallowed like the pretty guy on screen…
Things got even more disjointed after that, there were cocks and cum everywhere, inside me, brushing against me, demanding entry into my body and brain. I was lost in an endless loop of cocks and cum and moaning men, both real and imagined. I vaguely remembered being carried and at some point realized that I was in my own bed on my satin sheets while men had sex around me and in me while I was fed drugs and videos and audios and cock and weed and poppers and was Miguel fucking me?, calling me Chreesie? and were there other cocks after that or was I dreaming of other men and other cocks…
BEEP BEEP BEEP
Huh…? The low battery alarm on my phone went off and I groggily pulled the VR set off my head. The morning light blinded me. I was in my bed in my apartment and alone. Shit. It was almost noon. How many times had that reprogramming video been played into my brain? I was sore, inside and out, I coughed roughly, my lungs burned by poppers and vaping. I would have rolled over for more sleep, but I needed to hit the can. I stumbled to the bathroom in what was left of my cheerleader outfit. My panties, collar and one sock were gone and I reeked of cum, lube, poppers and weed. Shit. I hope none of the neighbors saw me. I sat on the throne in the dark bathroom, my open quim dribbling out loads of cum, lube, and shit…
I had fallen through the looking glass last night and if this was my life as Chrissy, I needed to somehow get back to being Christopher…
I peeled off the gross cheerleader outfit and took the longest shower of my life. Images from the videos flashed through my head when I closed my eyes. Had I truly been turned by the video and everything that had transpired in the last week? When was the last time I even thought about a girl? The answers scared me.
I got out of the shower and got dressed in sweats and a tee shirt. I decided to go commando to avoid wearing panties again. I grabbed a cup of coffee and put the phone in the charger. I was only halfway through the coffee when the phone pinged. Shit.
It was a message from Tyler…
Hey Chrissy
Good news girl. I’m giving you the weekend off faggot. I have a BBQ later so you can clean up my apartment after 4. I’ll slip my key under your door, just leave it on the counter when you’re done.
Master Tyler
Bastard. The last thing I wanted to do was clean his fucking apartment.
Of course, that’s exactly what I ended up doing. The place reeked of beer, poppers, vape and mansex. I didn’t bother with a deep clean, just tossing stuff in the dishwasher and trash, then ran the vacuum cleaner around.
I was putting the vacuum cleaner away in his closet when I noticed that metal cabinet again. Hmm. Curiosity got the better of me and I felt around on the high shelves and sure enough found a key! I expected that there would be just some files and important papers inside and I was not surprised when I opened it to see some binders inside marked PANTHERS with years on them. It seemed odd that Coach would keep his old team records here at Tyler’s place. Out of curiosity I pulled the binder out for my year and flipped it open.
HOLY SHIT!
As I flipped through it, I realized that Tyler and Coach had spent years seducing his former players into gay sex! There was the old team photo that had red X’s on some guys faces to denote that they were straight. Over my head was a note “SISSY” OMG. Logan was listed as a “TOP FAG”, Dillon was a “BTM FAG”. I couldn’t believe my eyes as I saw the notations next to so many of my old smiling teammates. “CD”, “CKSKR”, “FT SLV”, “PIG”, “JOS”. I was stunned. First, I couldn’t believe that so many of my old teammates were anything but 100% straight, but I had a hard time imagining the guys I thought I knew having deeply kinky secret lives.
A quick flip through the book left my jaw open. There was a tab for each player that had been turned. That was Tony in drag sucking cock, Jimmy our goalie in a toilet stall sucking cock through a gloryhole while stroking another one poking through the other wall, Kenny our forward in just a black jockstrap in a sling surrounded by leathermen, college age Logan and Dillon making out in a dark corner of a gay bar, our team captain Jack on his hands and knees in just a jock, collar and leash while he sucked happily on a black man’s feet!
Of course, there were plenty of shots of “SISSY CHRISSY” in panties sucking cock, my boudoir shots from yesterday in my faggy pink and white soccer uniform, on my knees dressed as a cheerleader sucking Logan and Dillon, etc.
HOLY SHIT.
It hit me like a sledgehammer.
I had been collected…
To be concluded…