I walked across the beach, looking around and wondering why there wasn't anyone out here enjoying the summer sun. As I walked, I caught sight of a beach chair and began walking over. At last, I'd get to talk to someone. While I got closer, I managed to get a glimpse of the chair's occupant from behind. Long, silky red hair fell to the sides, and I could just see some rather pretty feet with painted nails.
When I got close, however, I realized I was a little mistaken. It wasn't a woman sitting in the chair, but he was dressed like one. He wore a simple two-piece bikini, but there wasn't anything filling the cups of the top. The bottom, however, was full and bulging. He looked up at me, and I realized how girly he looked despite being so obviously a male.
His painted lips curled into a smile, and he spoke. "You like what you see, faggot?" I blinked, shaking my head. Had he noticed me staring at his bulge? "Don't be shy, dude. Nothin' wrong with bein' a faggot." I tried to protest, and to explain I liked women. He just shook his head and stood up, hooking his thumbs into his bikini bottom.
"Oh really? Then tell me..." He slowly pulled that garment down his long, smooth legs. As it went, I couldn't help but lock my eyes onto his penis. It was bigger than mine, by at least an inch. Flaccid, and dangling downward. He shimmied his hips a little, making it sway and giving me fleeting glimpses of the balls hanging behind it.
"If you're so straight...why are you staring at my cock?" I gulped, and managed to tear my eyes away from it. I started to stammer some excuse, but he cut me off. "You like cock, faggot. So why don't you get on your knees, and suck this one?" I hesitated, but found myself slowly walking forward. I didn't see the grin on his face, my eyes locked once more on that cock.
My knees bent, and I got down onto them. My tongue licked over my own plain lips, mesmerized by that cock. One of his hands grabbed my head and I looked upward. "Alright, faggot. Time for your first taste of cock..." His other hand grabbed his cock and pushed it into my mouth. My eyes widened for a moment, but then started to close.
It was such a strange taste. A blend of flavors, salty sweat among others. Yet, I found myself enjoying it. My lips wrapped firmly around it, and I started sucking it. My tongue licked over it slowly, savoring it. All the while my own began to tent my swimming trunks. Above me, I could hear faint moans as he put both hands on my head.
"There ya go, dude. Suck that cock, like a good little faggot." My cheeks reddened, and I heard him giggling above me. "Aww, is the little faggot embarrassed?" I nodded a little, and grunted when he shoved his full length into my mouth. "Mmm, get used to it, bitch. This is your life now. You're not just a faggot, you're MY faggot...got it?"
I gave a slow nod, and he pulled his cock free from my mouth. I gave a small whimper, sticking my tongue out in a vain attempt at another taste. What I got instead was him grabbing his cock with one hand and slapping my face with it. "No being greedy, faggot. You get what I give you and you be happy with it. Now, get on your hands and knees..."
I obeyed, lowering down and putting my hands in the sand. As I did, he walked around me and pulled my swimming trunks down. I moaned gently when his hand stroked over my fully erect cock. "There's the sign of a true faggot. Sucking my dick got you all hard, dude. Don't worry, we'll take care of that..." His hands gripped my shoulders, and I looked back.
My eyes widened briefly before shutting tight, a groan escaping my lips as he shoved his cock deep into my ass. I lowered my head and shuddered, and despite the initial discomfort I found myself enjoying the sensation. He leaned forward and whispered in my ear. "I'm gonna fuck your faggot ass good. And you're gonna love it, like the good bitch you are..."
He started pushing in and out of my ass, and I moaned with every inch that stretched my virgin hole. Over and over again he filled me, and each time I found myself loving it more and more. Then something changed. I could feel him shifting behind me, changing his angle when he thrust inside. After a few tries I let out a sudden moan, and felt my body shudder.
His warm breath washed over my ear as he whispered. "Mmm, I just found your g-spot, bitch. You're not gonna want pussy ever again..." He repeated that thrust, and I moaned again. "That's it, bitch. Moan for me." Over and over he rubbed that incredibly sensitive spot inside me. After only a few moments my whole body shook.
I groaned and blushed deeply, realizing what was happening. My cock pulsed and sprayed its load onto the sand beneath me. His words came again. "That was the best orgasm you ever had, wasn't it bitch?" I slowly nodded. "And it came without anyone touching your cock. You came instead from having a cock inside you. You're my faggot bitch...so say it..."
I mumbled a little bit, still panting and recovering from that orgasm. "I can't hear you, bitch." I started to say it again, but couldn't quite bring myself to do it. I felt him pull out and slam his cock into me hard, and his hand grabbed the back of my head. "Say it, bitch! Say, 'I'm a faggot bitch, and I love cock!'" I opened my eyes, and turned them to look at him.
Slowly my lips parted. "I, I'm a faggot bitch! And, and I love cock-ungh!" He slammed his cock into me again, grinning behind me. His hands gripped my shoulders and he started bucking wildly. With every thrust his balls slapped against mine, and I found myself repeating that phrase. "I'm a faggot bitch, oooh, and I love cock, ngh..."
"That's right, bitch. And this ass of yours is mine. The only time you can get off, is when I'm balls deep inside, got it?" I nodded, and he started going faster. "I'm about to unload in you, bitch, you ready?" I nodded again, and gulped. After a few more thrusts he leaned forward and whispered in my ear. "Here's your treat, faggot..."
His cock pulsed and sprayed its load inside me. Wave after wave of hot seed. My eyes closed and I moaned gently. He kept speaking. "You love this. Being my bitch. Taking my cock, and my cum...don't you, faggot..." I nodded. He grinned and reached a hand down to cup his balls as well as my own. "You're mine, bitch..."
Mmmph!" Gurgle, glorp. Gulp. "Mmm..."
I look slowly up at him, the person who showed me who I really was. He smiled down at me, one hand gripping my head and the other brushing his red locks out of his face. His cock began to soften in my mouth, and I whimpered a little when he pulled it out. Though I was happy with the treat he'd given me. I happily swallowed every drop of cum I was given, licking my lips and gulping to be extra sure I got it all.
He laughed and patted my head. "That's my faggot. Always loves taking my loads. But I think it's time we got you some new clothes. If you're gonna be my faggot, you gotta dress like it." He lifted me up, and groped the back of my jeans. "You wanna buy some nice pretty clothes like mine, hmm? Be my pretty little bitch?" I nodded and spread my legs a little, pressing my ass into his hand.
"Good, let's go then." He walked away, and I couldn't help staring at his beautiful ass. Those shorts he had on hugged it like a second skin. Shaking myself from that stupor I followed after him to his car. Along the way I kept looking over his body. He looked so natural in those girly clothes. I wasn't so sure I'd look as great, but as long as I looked like a proper bitch and made him happy I'd be happy.
We walked through the store, with him picking out pairs of bras and panties, along with several tube tops, belly shirts, short shorts and miniskirts. I tried them all on in the dressing room, and felt myself blush every time the panties slid over my erection. He'd just giggle and stroke it, knowing I wouldn't be able to make a mess in them. My nipples hardened every time the bra cups pressed against them.
When we finally had everything, he paid for it and told me to choose a set to wear out of the store. Without hesitation I chose a pink thong and matching bra, with a pink tube top that said "BITCH" in glitter in front and a baby blue miniskirt. While we were walking out of the store, he lead me over to a jewelry section. There we found a selection of collars.
He picked out a bright pink one, with little red and white gemstones spelling out the word "FAGGOT". I gasped and blushed brightly, feeling my erection tent that skirt. He put it on me, and as he walked over to pay for it my hands reached up to stroke it. I wiggled my hips and bit my lip, realizing I was finally and truly his. He grabbed me by the hand and lead me out to the car.
All the way home I fingered my collar and stared at his crotch. I saw the telltale bulge that signaled he was as excited about this as me. We barely got a few feet from the door when he grabbed me. His arm wrapped tight around me, and I lightly gripped it. I could feel his other hand pulling his shorts down as he whispered in my ear. "Does my faggot bitch need his little ass fucked again?"
As I nodded yes, I moaned at the bite to my earlobe he gave. I felt his erection bounce up against my butt, and he lifted it. I moved my legs so he could pull my panties down, and grunted a little when he pushed inside me right there. I groaned softly with every thrust, leaning against him. He moaned into my ear, both arms holding me tight. "Mmm, that's my bitch...take it...you fucking love it..."
It didn't take long before my cock began to throb. I let out a girly little moan and looked down, watching my cock spray cum onto the floor. I turned my head a little to nuzzle him, and he kissed my cheek. "Good bitch, cumming for me and only me...get ready, it's my turn..." He started humping faster, and within moments growled into my ear as he filled my ass.
For a few minutes we stood like that, panting and leaning against each other. Eventually he pulled back, and his cock slid out of my ass. Without a word I turned and crouched down, licking over his cock. He smiled down at me as I licked all the cum from his cock, momentarily ignoring what was dripping from my ass. His hand lightly stroked my hair. "Mmm, that's my faggot..."