Big City Cock Ch. 03
James woke up the next day with a sore ass and confused mind. He knew he had fallen asleep with Carl after getting fucked and showering. Carl wasn't there now, though, and he didn't know what he would say or how he'd react when he inevitably saw him. Was this a one time thing? Part of him told him it should be, but another part wanted to be Carl's slut.
He threw on one of Carl's shirts, not quite recalling where his own ended up in the fracas last night, and snuck back to his room. Opening the door, he was immediately shocked to find some changes had been made, presumably by Carl.
From what he could immediate see:
1. His desk chair now featured a pink dildo suctioned to the seat.
2. The desk itself had a small, also pink, make-up mirror with a box of accessories and glamor magazines.
3. His bookshelf now included tomes on "giving the perfect blowjob" "workouts for a more feminine you" and "a porn stars guide to anal sex."
Taking a deep breath, he tried to take in exactly what he had gotten himself into.
Throwing open his dresser drawers, he found his boxers replaced with thongs and panties. His shirts had been replaced with blouses, crop tops, and feminine tank tops. His pants, replaced with dresses and skirts. The last drawer, which usually contained socks and whatever left he didn't feel like organizing, was now filled with dildos, lube, fishnets, pantyhose, and bras.
He sank down to the floor, deep in thought and worry, only interrupted by the sight of his erect cock peaking out of the shirt he was wearing. He quickly covered it and paced to his closet. A padlocked case with "school clothes" greeted him. He fumbled with the lock for a few moments before realizing it was futile.
He couldn't help but feel a little excited. It was like a sexy game, but still. Things were moving way too fast. Feeling weird about freeballing and self conscious about his hard dick, he threw on the loosest fitting panties in his drawer he could find, and tried to get his bearings.
Walking into the kitchen for a drink, he gasped as the door swung open and Carl walked in. Sweating from a workout, he swept James up and kissed his neck while palming his ass.
"How's my sweet pussy slut doing?"
James blushed and felt uncomfortable but started to plump up a bit in his panties. He struggled to find words to say before being interrupted by Carl.
"Mmm, was hoping you'd pick a thong out, but these will work" Carl said, while slipping a finger into James' crack. "Let's hit the shower, we got a lot to do!" He added, quite ominously.
James didn't have time time to argue. He was already in Carl's arms and he simply walked him to the bathroom. He set him down, got undressed, and then helped James out of his clothes, laughing as James' erect cock bounced out of the panties.
Carl placed a shower stool in the shower and led James to it, before turning the water on. James was face to face with the cock that had invaded both of his holes. He felt he had been on autopilot for most of the morning, and this did not help. He felt like be couldn't think "straight" at all. His hormones took complete control and he took the tip into his mouth.
"Good girl, Jessica." Carl said approvingly as he looked down on his conquest.
James continued sucking as Carl rubbed shampoo into his scalp, tilting his head back so it wouldn't run down into his mouth. It was a weird angle, but James made the most of it, accepting it into his throat.
Carl withdrew his cock and stood James up, turning him around and making him bend against the wall. James didn't know if his still sore ass could handle ths right now and grit his teeth. To his surprise, the water cut off and he heard shaving cream being dispensed.
James felt his ass cheeks part and shaving cream be slathered between them. He let out a wimpish moan as the razor got to work. There was something intensely erotic about it all. Carl wasn't technically forcing him to do anything, but was acting as if James was just a fuck doll he could alter without asking.
Carl whistled while he worked, acting like he was doing nothing more concerning than tying his shoes. He spun James around and repeated the process on his pubes, balls, armpits, legs, chest, arms and face.
James' cock was dying for release and he mindlessly started rubbing it before being interrupted by Carl.
"Don't be silly, Jessica. You know girls like you only like to cum with big dicks in their pussies. We'll get you taken care of in a bit...why don't you play with these" he said, while getting James to play with his own nipples.
James absent-mindedly played with his nipples as he watched Carl finish showering. He was so fucking horny and turned on by Carl's raw masculinity and power. Carl pulled him in close to wash the shampoo out of James's hair before producing a pink bottle of soap and washing James all over. James was left squeaky clean, smooth, and smelling incredibly feminine.
They toweled off and James found himself being carried by Carl once again. Carl placed him on his back on the kitchen table and looked down at his bitch. James was gagging for it, his face blushed and cock hard.
Carl flopped his cock ok top of James', completely covering it, and rubbed some lube onto his fingers. Maneuvering his hand under his cock, he found James hole and started gently fingering it.
"Mmmmm" James responded, ridiculously turned on by this domination.
"You like that, Jessica?"
"Yes" James replied, putting on his girly voice.
"You like this dick?" Carl asked while flopping it up and then back down on top of James'.
"Ohhh fuck, yes"
"Lot bigger than your clit, huh?"
"Oh yeah"
"Tell me the name of a girl you have a crush on"
"Lucy" James responded, naming a girl he had lusted after since coming to college.
"Do you think she'd want my dick or your clit?"
Swallowing what little pride he had left, James admitted she would want Carl's.
"Good girl"
And on it went with James naming evey girl he'd ever had a crush on and admitting they'd be better serviced by Carl's jock cock. Each time, Carl slammed his cock onto James' while continuing to loosen up James' pussy.
"Please...please...fuck me..."
"What's your name?" Carl asked, slipping three fingers into James' boycunt.
"Jess...ica" he responded, breathing hard.
"Where do you want my cock?"
