Warning: story contains elements of BDSM, forced feminization, and reluctance/ nonconsent. If these are not things you like you have been warned.
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I had been dating my boyfriend for three months when he finally decided to introduce me to one of his friends. My boyfriend, Mike, is a manly guy and I think he felt uncomfortable with his sexuality. Fortunately he had come around a bit since we started dating.
Mike is a mechanic at the local shop in town. He's 29, bearded, tall, and gruff, never staying too clean in or out of the shop. I don't really mind because I've always liked blue collar types and I'm just happy I bagged a real man.
We met one day when Mike drove passed the pool after I had practice; I'm on the swim team at the local community college. I think he had been checking me out for a few weeks because I always saw his truck pass when I was out in my speedo. It made me nervous when he'd drive by and look at me but I was also flattered since he always smiled and winked.
Outside of swimming I'm also in classes, but they aren't really going well. I'm 19 and still don't have many friends, and on top of that a lot of the guys on the football team bully me for being gay.
Yeah, I'm gay. And not just gay, but a delicate, thin, gay twink. I've been told I'm cute but usually just by women. Before meeting Mike I didn't think any guy would ever like me. But Mike says he likes how delicate and soft I am so I guess some guys do like me.
It's my softness that led us to meeting each other in the first place. After practice one day I was walking to the bus stop when some of the football players started shoving me. I just left the pool and was in a speedo and they took my clothes and towel. They circled around me and one guy pushed me to my knees on the grass.
"Look at the little fag boy on his knees for us," one of my tormentors sneered. "You guys think the little bitch is hungry for some cock?" They all snickered while affirming that they thought I could use a sausage sandwich.
"Yeah, it's about time we put this fag's mouth to use. He's been drooling at us for years and I think we should finally give him what he wants."
He was right. I had looked at these jocks longingly before. But how could I help it. They were my exact type: strong, tall, masculine, and dominant. I cringed as I felt my cock stiffen in my speedo, making this already humiliating experience now excruciating.
"Look guys, the little queer is hard in his panties!"
"What? No way!" They all went to look and, lo and behold, my small 5-inch cock was tented right up in my speedo.
"Damn, little fag has a tiny one. No wonder he's a cocksucker." They all laughed. I started to cry, the humiliation and fear finally getting to me.
"Aw, the bitch is crying now," the lead bully mocked. "Alright, enough play. It's time you got your after school snack." The cruel man started to unzip his fly, but before he could finish we heard, "the fuck are you assholes doing?"
We all turned to see Mike the mechanic standing by his truck. Mike was older than us all by 10 years and even though the football boys were big they didn't stand a chance against Mike. They could've ganged up on him but Mike runs with a rough crowd and they knew better than to start a fight they can't win later.
"Fuck this," the bully spat. "Looks like your prince charming came to save you, pussy. You better thank him because next time he may not come. Alright boys, let's go." The gang shoved me once more then rolled out as a unit, leaving a cloud of testosterone in their wake.
"Hey little guy, you okay?" Mike crouched over by my side. I was still on my knees in my speedo and my face was red and streamed with tears. I was ashamed.
"Aw it's okay bud, don't be embarrassed. I know guys can be mean. Don't worry they won't hurt you no more." He lifted me up. I shivered and thanked him, leaning a bit closer into his arm that he left on my shoulder.
I would never have guessed Mike was gay but his stares and the way he was rubbing my shoulder made me think he might be so I stayed close to his body. He wrapped his arms around me and said, "hop in the truck, I'll give you a ride."
I went to put on my clothes but he grabbed them and my bag and said, "why don't you stay just in your little swimsuit. I like you like that." He opened the door and I slid in his truck.
The seat was a bench so I sat in the middle. Mike wrapped his arm back around me and told me to not worry about the bullies anymore. He offered to pick me up after practice every day and I shyly accepted. Maybe he really did like me.
On that first drive home Mike asked if the boys were bullying me because I was gay. When I nodded with shame he looked at me and said, "don't worry, little guy. It takes one to know one." I looked back at him shocked. I couldn't believe a guy like Mike could be gay.
"Ha, yeah. I might not look it but I am, too. But I ain't no cocksucker and I don't take up the ass, you got that?" I nodded my head, understanding that there was a difference between the cocksucker and the man, and that I probably should just avoid talking about the gay thing.
"You, on the other hand, are so pretty." He turned me towards him and took my jaw in his hand. We looked at each other for a moment and before I knew it he leaned in and kissed me. We kissed for a while and he felt my smooth hairless body in the speedo.
"Damn, babe, you have a perfect body." I was elated at the compliment. I thought my weak body was undesirable so this took me by surprise.
"So soft and skinny and smooth. Like a little girl. Delicious." I blushed at his back-handed compliment but let it slide. We kissed for a bit then I leaned on him as he drove me home. Before reaching my house he turned down an alley and parked.
"You remember what that bully said before he left? He said you better thank me for saving you. I think he's right, sweetie, I think you should thank me for saving your ass. Without me you could've been raped."
He smirked at me and started to unzip his fly. I realized the dual meaning of his last remark. I was still about to be orally raped even after being saved. Although strangely it didn't feel like rape. Mike was so cute and he did deserve a reward for saving my bitch ass.
I looked down at his growing cock and was amazed by its size. So much bigger and meaner than mine! "Go on and kiss it, baby. Show me how grateful you are for my protection." I truly was grateful so I went down and sucked Mike til he came.
After that Mike picked me up from practice every day. I would suck him in his car then we'd text all night. Finally he invited me over to his house once and the rest is history. We've been dating since.
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And today marks the first time he's taking me out to meet one of his mates. Specifically his 38 year old uncle. Well, it's his Dad's friend but he's known him forever and calls him Uncle Jim.
I think Mike has been hesitant to let me meet his friends because it will cement to them that he fucks boys. But to make it easier on himself Mike made me dress in a humiliating faggy outfit which made him look more like a man.
Mike made a lot of decisions for us when we were together. When he told me what I was going to wear I looked at him sullenly, but he gave no reprieve. I sulked to the neatly folded clothes and put on the tight light pink polo, white panties, white ankle socks, and short white khaki shorts.
