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Sissyboy Conversion Therapy
One The Problem

I know I have high standards, Doc, Matt Studley said to his ther****t, Dr.
Freudist. But it s more than that.

Dr. Freudist nodded and said, Um hum.

Can I be honest with you, Doc Matt asked.

They always ask that, Dr. Freudist said to himself. I ve been listening to
this guy ramble on about his issues for seven weeks, twice a week, and
NOW he s going to be honest

But Dr. Freudist merely nodded and said, Of course. This is a safe place.

And then he waited.

And waited.

Finally, Matt said, Ithink my real problem is sexual frustration,

You and 99% of the male population, Dr. Freudist thought, but he merely
nodded and said, Um hum.

Women have disappointed me all my life, Matt said.

You and 99% of the male population, Dr. Freudist thought again.

Imean, I ve always had plenty of dates with women. I m tall, buff and good
looking. With plenty of money.

Dr. Freudist was forced to agree with those immodest statements.

Matt continued. But I never seem to get what I want from women. Even
though I fuck them. Lots of them.

Dr. Freudist, who couldn t say that about himself, remained professional
and asked, So how have women disappointed you

Matt looked at Dr. Freudist, deciding once again whether to confide in
him. Took a deep breath and said, Idon t want to just fuck women. I want
to dominate them. I want to spray my cum on their faces and make them
lick it up. I want them to lick my hairy balls and moan in ecstasy as
they do it. I want to fuck their asses and have them squeal and shudder
with their own orgasms. I want them on their knees, sucking my cock as
they give me full eye contact. I want their fingers in my asshole as
they suck my cock, fingering my prostate as they lick my knob. And I
want them to lick my hairy asshole to get me hard again for our fifth
assfuck of the evening.

That s what I want.

Dr. Freudist listened as only a trained psychologist could listen.

He had heard all that before. From other patients. And he knew how to
cure them all.

He summarized for his patient. You want your sex life to be like a porn
movie.

Matt s eyes widened. Someone understood him at last!

YES!!! That s it! Can you help me

Dr. Freudist paused.

Yes. But not in the way you think you want. The real damage porn movies
do isn t to destroy morality. Porn movies make men believe that there are
women who will gladly do everything on that wish list you just gave me. No
such women exist. But therapy can change all that for you for the
better. I m going to refer you to the Analove Clinic, run by my colleague,
Dr. Bernard Analove. It s very expensive and you ll need to devote three
weeks to its onsite therapy. But you ll emerge a sexually satisfied,
happier man, with the tools to stay happy for life. What do you think

To that point, Matt had thought that Dr. Freudist only knew how to say, Um
hum. So the soliloquy took a moment to process.

But he trusted Dr. Freudist. And he wanted sexual satisfaction. So he
was in.

Two The Interim Solution

Matt arrived at the Analove Clinic 17 days later liberated by hope and
shackled with apprehension.

What if it was some dumb cult thing that tried to convince Matt that he
didn t need sex just needed to donate all his worldly goods to the Analove
Clinic

What if it was some mind control thing that tried to tell him that what
he wanted wasn t what he really wanted

What if it was just three weeks of fucking porn stars, who would do
ANYTHING he wanted, thus removing all the magic from the unattainable

Frankly, he couldn t imagine any other possible outcomes.

Matt s imagination was far too constricted.

Upon arrival, Matt s car was valet parked, his bags taken to his quarters,
and his person led to Dr. Analove s office.

Dr. Analove was a vibrant, handsome, dominant man. A true alpha. Which
reinforced Matt s fears that Dr. Analove was a cult leader.

Dr. Analove had heard all the objections and insecurities before. So he
took the initiative.

Welcome to our clinic, Mr. Studley, Dr. Analove said. Let me begin by
assuring you that we are not a cult. Celibacy is a bad word here. We
will ensure that you get all the boiling-hot sex you truly want, both
here and after you leave us, and that we employ no porn stars, actors or
women of loose morals.

Matt was taken aback at that. Had Dr. Analove read Matt s mind Or had he
just heard it all before

Matt stammered a bit and asked, Well, then, what do you do Dr. Freudist
wouldn t tell me and

Matt was unable to complete the sentence because an amazingly beautiful
person had just entered the room.

Matt s mouth hung open as the person glided across the room in four-inch,
stiletto heels. Dressed in black lingerie lacy panties and bra; ruffled
garter belt; seamed, reinforced-heel-and-toe, fully-fashioned stockings;
and a sheer peignoir!

And an astoundingly beautiful face made up expertly with rich cosmetics!

Looking at Matt!!

Smiling!!!

Rather than answer that question, Mr. Studley, I believe you would prefer
that our ther****t Chrissie demonstrate an aspect or two of our
approach. Would that be all right with you, Chrissie

Chrissie beamed at Dr. Analove, then aimed a billion-watt smile at Matt.
Oh, yes, Dr. Analove. Mr. Studley is very handsome and manly. I would
love to be his ther****t.

Matt, who had been to a rodeo or two, felt he was about to be bucked off
HARD!

Chrissie was clearly the most beautiful, sexiest

Wait.

Chrissie was wearing a bra, but was flat-chested!

Could it be that

Oh, no.

Matt blinked and saw Chrissie more clearly.

Chrissie was u******e!

Prepubescent, even.

Ten or eleven years old.

Was that the therapy plan

To fuck little l****as

Matt didn t like that. It was wrong. Right

But he liked it enough that he was still going to fuck Chrissie.

He had to.

His cock was being quite insistent.

Chrissie grabbed Matt s hand. Let s go to your room and begin your therapy,
Mr. Studley, Chrissie proposed.

Matt accepted. Letting Chrissie lead him by the hand. Out Dr. Analove s
office door, then 20 feet to the right to Matt s suite.

Chrissie opened the unlocked door, led Matt in, then surrendered to Matt s
ferocious kisses.

Chrissie was an amazing kisser!

Sucking Matt s tongue with an erotic ardor Matt had never experienced.

If only Chrissie weren t so young. Matt was breaking the law of every
country where people used toothpaste. Maybe he could do Chrissie at the
Analove Clinic, but doing a Chrissie in the real world would land him a
long stay in a confined space with a roommate of questionable character.

Matt would fret about that later.

His cock was piercing his pants.

Chrissie was so effing sexy. Young or not.

Seemingly as overheated as Matt was, Chrissie broke the kiss, knelt and
liberated Matt s cock from its trousered dungeon, dropping Matt s pants to
his ankles.

Oh!

Chrissie was sucking Matt s cock.

Wait.

Sucking was too mild a word. Chrissie was worshipfully devouring Matt s
cock.

While maintaining complete eye contact with Matt.

Just as in the pornfests Matt had long admired.

This was so much better.

It was real.

And Chrissie was an amazing beauty.

Matt asked himself, where had a ten- or eleven-year-old girl learned to
suck cock and tongue-bathe balls like that

How did she know exactly where to lick and kiss and tug and stroke and
tease and please like that

Tears formed in Matt s eyes as he approached orgasm. Nothing in his life
had been half as good.

And then things got better.

Three of Chrissie s knowing fingers entered Matt s asshole. And found his
prostate.

Matt cried out. Semi-unmanfully.

But he didn t care.

He only cared about the realization of several lifelong dreams that he
had already experienced at the Analove Clnic. And about his imminent
orgasm.

Which threatened to drown Chrissie, whose pretty mouth had completely
capped Matt s fat prick knob.

Matt HEAVED out a most impressive dollop of manly juices. In eight
frantic blasts that threatened to rip his testicles off.

That s how powerful his first Chrissie-induced orgasm was.

When he had regained the ability to focus his eyes, Matt looked down at
an amazing tableau.

The beautiful, still-kneeling Chrissie was still making full eye contact
with Matt. Chrissie s perfectly made-up face was streaked with the cum
strings that the little angel had been unable to swallow. But the vast
majority of Matt s copious emission had been swallowed. Happily.
Expertly.

And the p*****n was eagerly licking and sucking Matt s sagging cock in
hopes of an early resurrection.

The sensations were so intense that Matt asked Chrissie to stop. He then
raised the young beauty to a stand and began a full body hug and a deep
cummy kiss.

Matt had never kissed a girl whose mouth was full of Matt s cum before.

He liked it. A lot.

The newly-introduced lovers moved to the bed, where Matt began to explore
Chrissie s intriguing body. A body unlike anyone with whom Matt had ever
made love.

The bra came off easily, revealing two puffy nipples that occupied Matt s
oral attentions for a good seven or eight minutes as Chrissie squealed
with erotic delight.

Chrissie was so easy to please, Matt thought. Girls must lose all that
when they reach a certain age, Matt reasoned. Which was probably the
basis of Dr. Analove s therapy.

Chrissie was gasping for air, tears spewing from those beautiful eyes,
saying, Oh, Mr. Studley! Please fuck me. Fuck me in my bumhole! I need
your cock inside me. Pull my panties down and give me anal!

How long had Matt been at the Analove Clinic Less than an hour And
already he was getting exactly what he wanted.

Perhaps not exactly.

But certainly what he needed.

Chrissie flipped over. Stomach down. Pantied ass wiggling for a good
fucking.

Matt responded the way any chivalrous male would to such an earnest
request.

He grabbed the young beauty s panties at both hips and gently slid them
over the little angel s hips.

As he de-pantied Chrissie, Matt wondered what a ten-or eleven-year-old s
pussy would look like.

Hairless. Or almost.

Smaller than a woman s pussy. So he would have to take it easy the first
time they did vaginal. Though anal was first priority.
Matt didn t think he would be able to ease up. He came to the Analove Clinic
so he could DOMINATE.

Matt was microseconds away from the big reveal.

Easing panties down.

Until Chrissie s anus was winking at Matt.

Saying hello.

Inviting him for a nice morning ride.

Matt stopped pulling Chrissie s panties down and admired his prize.

The man s penis was fully re-invigorated. And impatient.

Matt could depanty the lovely l****a later. Anal sex came first.

Chrissie shuddered with lust and said, No need to lubricate me, Mr.
Studley. I did all that for you. Just give me your cock. Right up my
poopie hole. Please!!

No man with a palpitating testicle could refuse.

Matt lifted Chrissie s hips and reinforced the pretty seraph s ass-up
position with well-placed pillows.

Tears formed in Matt s eyes as he saw that his life s dreams were about to be
realized.

But enough sentimental folderol.

There was fucking to do.

Chrissie emitted a gasp that was half-lust and half-terror at Matt s size.

Matt emitted a gasp at the splendor that was his cock located in the most
hospitable surroundings it had known.

Chrissie s ass gripped Matt s cock, as Matt pushed and pulled. The young
beauty s ass muscles massaged the cockhead as Matt rutted ferociously.

Where did she learn to do that Matt wondered.

Then he resumed the best fuck of his life.

And resumed it HARD.

Chrissie was sobbing and groaning and begging for more cock. Just as
Matt had dreamed his dreamy dream girl would.

When Chrissie orgasmed, it triggered Matt s own spermstorm.
How magnificent it felt to bring a sexy thing like Chrissie to orgasm
just from anal sex.

And it was pretty magnificent to think that Matt had dumped all of his
filthy seed into Chrissie s young, pink, innocent bumhole.

Matt shivered his way through his orgasmic near-death throes. Then he
lay on top of Chrissie, taking care not to crush the new love of his
life. But leaning hard enough to mark his territory as master.

When their mutual spasms had abated, Matt felt a strong urge to kiss his
Love s pretty face.

So he climbed off of Chrissie, lay to the left, and flipped Chrissie to
an on-the-back position.

Matt looked at Chrissie s beautiful face first. Congratulating himself on
being manly enough to pleasure a beauty like that.

Then he looked at Chrissie s asshole, which was leaking large swaths of
Matt s cum. More self-congratulations.

Then Matt looked at Chrissie s crotch.

It was wet with orgasmic juices.

As expected.

But wait.

Was that

Huh

Matt saw a lump that should not have been there.

Not a tumor.

Bigger.

Lumpier.

And less welcome to Matt.

Was Chrissie a

Matt had to know.

He reached out with his left hand and dared to touch Chrissie s soaked
panty front.

It felt like sperm. Not as thick as his own. But the smell was spermy.

Please no, Matt thought as he laid his fingertips on the epicenter of the
lumpiness.

Chrissie purred sweetly as Matt touched Mount O-Lump-Us.

Matt used four fingers and a thumb to verify his worst fear, then got
both hands involved in pulling Chrissie s panties down to mid-thigh.

[Cue the scary music.]

Chrissie had a [gasp] penis!!!

Chrissie was a [gulp] boy!!!

And Matt had FUCKED him!

Making Matt GAY!!!!!

Ignorance of gender being no excuse.

Except for the five-minute rule. You know. Like, you fuck a tranny and
find out she s a he later on. If you a) kill b) maim or c) walk away from
(he couldn t recall which, said tranny within five minutes, your
heterosexuality remained intact.

Matt could never kill or maim Chrissie. He was too beautiful. And a
GREAT cocksucker and fucker.

So all Matt had to do would be to get up, leave the room, march over to
Dr. Analove, demand full financial restitution and go home. Punch in the
mouth for Dr. Analove being optional.

And he had four minutes and 37 seconds left to begin doing that.

By the Law of Guys.

All he had to do was leave Chrissie.

Who was looking at Matt with sad puppy eyes.

Was Chrissie crying

Oh no!!

Matt didn t want Chrissie to cry.

He didn t want to hurt Chrissie.

Chrissie was a victim, just like Matt. That crazy Dr. Analove obviously
k**napped Chrissie, was holding his family hostage in Abbadabbastan, and
made Chrissie perform acts Chrissie loathed.

Although Matt hadn t sensed loathing when he and Chrissie were doing the
nasty.

He sensed love. Pleasure. Lust. Need. Desire.

No loathing.

Puzzling.

Well, no matter.

Matt had to follow the Law of Guys. He would just get up and go.

How should he say goodbye to Chrissie They had shared something
exceptional only moments earlier.

Should he promise to come back with the cavalry to rescue Chrissie from a
sexual slavery situation

Even Matt could see that Chrissie didn t need or want rescuing.

Should he kiss Chrissie goodbye

That was a scary thought.

Kissing a boy.

Though when Matt had kissed said boy moments earlier, it was the best
kissing of Matt s life.

And Matt hadn t burst into flames.

Matt felt something for the boy But what was it

Pity

Not at all.

Love

No. Too early for that.

By too early, did Matt just mean that he could love Chrissie or some other
pretty boy some day

Wow.

Was it affection

Probably.

Was it lust

Definitely.

Matt wanted to fuck Chrissie again. Kiss him again. Lick his nipples
again.

Maybe he would even

Matt looked at his watch.

He still had two minutes and seven seconds to get up and leave.

Matt looked at Chrissie.

So beautiful.

So vulnerable.

So eager to offer Matt more of the best sex of his life.

At the one minute and 46 seconds mark, Matt s body stirred.

Ther****t Chrissie was uncertain about his patient s intentions.

Until the boy felt Matt s head buried in his wet crotch. Licking up all of
Chrissie s boyish discharges. Even licking out the inside of Chrissie s
panties! Then consuming Chrissie s cock and balls in one manly gulp.

Chrissie squealed with pleasure as Matt went to work on Chrissie s creamy
boy s things.

As a ther****t, Chrissie was also pleased that Matt had passed the first
hurdle in his conversion therapy. Which had once been a term used to convert
homosexuals to heterosexuality. Unsuccessfully almost every time, of
course. But who was counting

As a sissyboy, Chrissie was delighted that this hunky man s cock had
restiffened and was threatening to reenter Chrissie s anus.

Oh!

Threat carried out.

Chrissie was on his back. Matt was doing the missionary thing on top of
the young beauty.

Matt pumped furiously, as if he were chasing the demons of his past.

Chrissie screamed furiously as his bottom was ravaged by a ferocious,
rutting man, obsessed by achieving his own filthy orgasm by taking
advantage of a helpless, tiny boy.

It was awesome for them both!!

Chrissie spunked first, of course.

Matt followed moments after. Roaring like a lion taunting his prey.

Glob after glob of sticky cream deluged Chrissie s asshole.

The boy had never been happier.

But Chrissie knew Matt s therapy wasn t over. Almost any hetero man would
have fucked Chrissie. Chrissie looked like a girl. A world-class beauty
of a girl. His lingerie was designed to push every hetero man s buttons.
The world of man-boy sex held almost infinite delights, but few
Chrissies.

Chrissie had gotten Matt to midfield. It was a long way to the goal
line.

Three Therapy Moves Downfield

Matt stirred.

How long had he been asleep

Oh.

It was 7:12 a.m.

Several hours.

It was sleep that he desperately needed after a night of sexual
gymnastics with the new love of his life, Chrissie.

What a night of carnal deliciousness!

Matt felt his reawakened cock against his belly and thought, Perfect.
Chrissie will be delighted that I m hard again. I had to quit around
midnight. Or die. But today is another day. I ll just roll over and give
Chrissie a nice waker-upper. He ll love that.

So Matt rolled over.

No Chrissie.

Matt s heart sank.

He popped out of bed and searched the room.

No Chrissie.

What happened

Panicked, he picked up the room phone and dialed
O,
Yes, Mr. Studley, the man on the other line said. May I help you

In a panicked voice, Chrissie! She s gone. I mean he s gone.

In a calm voice, Yes, Mr. Studley. That phase of your therapy is over.
And you ll be pleased to know that Chrissie gave you high marks. The
highest ever.

Matt couldn t help being momentarily pleased that Chrissie had rated him
the highest ever, whatever that meant, but that wasn t the point. Iwant
her, I mean him, back. Now. For the rest of my trip here.

Mr. Studley, I can feel your anxiety. But you are still in the early
stages of your therapy. You can see that you still think of Chrissie as
a girl. That s not helpful to your long-term health. Chrissie will be
back at a later stage. If you progress the way we know you can.

Matt tried to calm himself. If he was a good boy, he would get Chrissie
back. Later. He didn t want to be a good boy. He wanted Chrissie now.
But he managed a question.

OK. So what s next

Why don t you join me for breakfast in the Rectum Room I m Dr. Shagbetter,
Dr. Analove s clinical partner. I ll see you in an hour. [Click]

An hour

An hour without Chrissie

Worse.

It could be days without Chrissie!

Maybe even three whole weeks!!

And then, only if Matt progressed.

Matt shook his head and tried to get ahold of himself.

He would take a shower first (since he smelled like the men s room of a
1970s adult movie theater).

Then he would go to breakfast (since he hadn t eaten, except for cum and
anal juices, for 24 hours).

Then he would talk to this Dr. Shagbetter guy to see what they had
planned next at this very odd place.

At breakfast, Dr. Shagbetter, while quite personable, didn t have much
advice for Matt, other than Be awake for opportunities and Pursue your needs.

The guy must have written horoscopes on the side, Matt thought.

Was the doc evaluating Matt as they talked If so, Matt thought, he
hoped the doc knew that Matt craved Chrissie and only Chrissie.

There weren t a lot of people around at breakfast,

Matt saw two man-boy couples eating their bacon and eggs.

Matt didn t want to stare, but it seemed that the couples were getting
along quite well.

And a third man, whom Matt had initially thought was eating alone, was
joined by a pretty boy who had been under the table for quite some time.
And seemed to be licking something off his lips before he kissed his man.

Matt saw no one on his stroll back to his room.

When he got inside, he thought seriously about a nap. But then looked
out the back door of his suite for the first time and saw that he had a
private pool.

Matt enjoyed swimming. And sunning himself.

But he hadn t brought a suit,

Matt picked up the phone, dialed O and got a desk clerk, who said, Middle
drawer of your dresser, Mr. Studley. You ll find an array of suits.

The clerk was right.

Matt found a nice red speedo that would get him more of an all-over tan
that Chrissie would admire when they got back together.

Chrissie!

Matt looked quite hunky in his red speedo as he went outside.

And noticed that he wasn t alone.

A pool boy was cleaning the pool with a long stick and net.

And what a pool boy it was.

He looked to be about 12 years old. Maybe still 11. Five foot two.
Steel-blue eyes. Sandy brown hair. Very tan and fit. And a lovely face!

The boy appeared startled when Matt appeared.

Oh, I m sorry, sir, he said, Ican come back later when you re not here.

Matt gulped. Should he pursue his needs and be awake for his opportunities
Was this boy truly an opportunity And did Matt need him

Matt made up his mind.

No. That s fine. Go ahead and do your work.

The boy smiled. Luminously. Thank you, Mr. Studley, sir. I won t get in
your way. My name s Xavier.

Matt was temporarily blinded by the boy s smile, but he said, Nice to meet
you, Xavier.

And with that, Matt sat on a deck chair. Put his sunglasses on. And
watched every pore of Xavier s speedo-clad body move this way and that.

Xavier was a very pretty boy. Without a hint of lingerie. No high
heels. No makeup.

Oddly, Matt was taken with Xavier s pretty bare feet. Though he had never
been a fan of women s feet.

He liked looking at Xavier s bare nipples, which were quite large and
appeared to be pointed with sexual excitement.

The man also found himself looking at Xavier s speedoed ass, which strained
the suit s restraints and showed a lovely inch of crack.

But Matt was especially taken by Xavier s bulge, which seemed to increase and
begin to tent the longer Matt looked at Xavier s covered things.

Matt ached to see the rest of Xavier. Bum. Bumhole. Prick. Balls.

Yum!

Xavier looked at Matt now and then as well, giving the hotel guest a shy
smile that made Matt s own speedos even more crowded.

Should Matt make a move

Of course.

Even if it was GAY

See answer given above.

But how

Xavier helped him out a little.

Your pool is clean, sir. I ll be back to clean it again tomorrow. Is there
anything I can do for you right now

Xavier had actually delivered that last line in a deadpan manner.

But Matt was 90% sure he knew what Xavier meant.

Should Matt fence around the subject for a while

Or go for it

He decided.

You re a very beautiful boy, Xavier.

Xavier blushed. And thanked Matt.

Matt wasn t expecting that.

Nor was he expecting the next eight words and two sentences that he
thought he would ever say: Ilike beautiful boys. Do you like men

Xavier unleashed the billion-watt smile. Oh, yes sir. And I can see that
you would be very easy to like. You re very buff and handsome. Should we
shower first, or just get into bed

Matt was beginning to like Analove Clinic.

Go inside, get naked and get the shower running, Matt said. I ll join you in
a minute.

Matt liked being clean when he started sex. He was delighted that the
maids had cleaned the room and changed the sheets while he was at
breakfast

Matt was also surprised and delighted that he was almost fatally excited
about bedding a delicious 11- or 12-year-old boy who was wearing no
feminine gear.

Matt had just jumped a big hurdle.

And all he had to do was draw on his instincts, rather than the
conditioned response society had forced on him.

Matt was going to make love to Xavier. Just as he had to Chrissie.
Well, not exactly as he had to Chrissie, since everyone likes different
things.

The room s bathroom was steamy when Matt entered it. He could see Xavier
entering the shower, carrying wash cloths, body wash and shampoo.

It was Matt s first view of Xavier s naked bum.

And it was spectacular.

Though the boy was deeply tanned, the speedo region was as white as the
Selma, Alabama Country Club in 1955.

The contrast was particularly alluring to Matt, who felt as if he were
privileged to view what had been hidden from the rest of the world even
the sun.

Xavier s bum was plump and juicy. And it appeared that the boy would be
sharing it with Matt in the very near future.

Then Xavier turned around. Giving Matt a view of Xavier s precious parts.

Oh my.

Those precious parts were preciously precious indeed.

Xavier s cock was not little. It was nearly seven inches long when angry,
and it was raging at that moment.

A cock that size on a five foot two boy looked as if Xavier s penis was ten
inches long.

Matt licked his lips.

Xavier s pink balls hung low. Aching for Matt s kisses and licks.

It was going to be an exceptionally great day for them both.

Matt stepped out of his tiny bathing suit and stepped into the
double-wide shower with Xavier.

He started to say that Xavier was very beautiful, but his painfully stiff
penis had already delivered that message to the boy.

Xavier kissed Matt. Boldly and persistently. Rubbing cocks as they
kissed. Tongues dueling.

Matt was surprised at Xavier s sexual aggressiveness. It was different and
cute, in a way, but Matt needed to dominate. So he said, That s delicious,
Honey, but I don t want to wash our sperm down the drain. Let s get clean
then move to dry land so we don t waste a drop of what s in your pink purse.

Xavier agreed. He knew Mr. Studley was only on his second day at the
Analove Clinic and Dr. Analove had recommended to Xavier that the boy
take charge of the therapy if need be, But it seemed Matt was confident
in his manly leadership.

Matt took his time washing every pore of Xavier s beautiful body with a
warm, wet, soapy wash cloth. Rather than finishing with Xavier s parts
that had been covered with a speedo, Matt finished washing Xavier s good
stuff, giving Mr. Sausage and his two baby dumplings enough attention to
excite, but just short of enough attention to squirt.

Xavier found Matt s patience refreshing. Most of the Analove Clinic
patients for whom Xavier had provided therapy, were eager to get to it.
Especially early in their treatment.

Honoring Mr. Studley s strategy as well as he could, Xavier closed his eyes
and thought about dead baby ducks as Mr. Studley sat Xavier on the shower s
bench and slowly, lovingly scrubbed each of Xavier s pretty toes and the
rest of the boy s feet.

Miraculously, neither Matt nor Xavier orgasmed during the shower. They
also held off bravely during the five minutes that they dried each other
off with big fluffy towels. But when they got to the bed, neither was
holding back.

Matt was ferociously randy at that point. He hadn t cum in over ten
hours!! He had just taken a shower with a love angel hungry for Matt s
cock. They had kissed open-mouthed and touched each other everywhere.

Nevertheless, he wasn t sticking his cock into Xavier s mouth or ass just
yet. He was going to follow a plan.

Matt pulled a chair up to the left side of the bed. Then he had Xavier
lie on his back, perpendicular to the bed, feet hanging over the bed s left
side. Matt sat and took Xavier s right foot into his hands.

And began to adore it.

Soft kisses in the instep.

Licks on the sole [ticklish!]

Then each toe was lovingly kissed, licked and sucked.

Poor Xavier.

The boy was 11 years, 10 months and 22 days old. He had been working at
the Analove Clinic for two years, one month and 18 days.

But no one had ever done the worship the toes thing with him before.

It was a bit off-plan.

The new patient should be learning how to suck boycock and swallow boy s
cream. He should be learning how to eat a boy s asshole in preparation for
fucking the boy within an inch of his life.

Mr. Studley should be getting over his dumb heterosexual inhibitions,
such as Sucking cock is wrong. Licking up cum is wrong. Swallowing cum is
wrong. Eating a boy s asshole with one s tongue is wrong. And even, Kissing
or fucking a boy is wrong,

But, Xavier reasoned, Mr. Studley didn t seem to have any such inhibitions
any more. And the toe thing felt so very good. It was intimate and
extra dirty. For both of them.

Xavier squirmed and grunted through the loving assault on his right foot,
and was barely able to hold onto his creamies.

When the left foot was presented to its worshiper, Xavier screamed and
creamed the instant that Mr. Studley s tongue slid into the web next to the
boy s little toe.

The boy was hurling baby juice and crying out to Eros, God of Love.

Matt was thrilled.

He loved making Xavier so happy. Knowing for certain that Xavier wasn t
faking his orgasmic pleasure. Unlike sex had been with the you-know-whos.

Xavier was still trembling with orgasmic aftershocks when Matt began to
rearrange the tableau.

The man was on his back, head on one pillow. The boy straddled the man s
shoulders as he faced the man s feet.

Xavier s asshole was directly above Matt s mouth. Then Matt s mouth was on
Xavier s asshole, because Xavier was sitting on his man s face.

Matt hadn t eaten Chrissie s ass. The femboy had lubed himself thoroughly
before they had begun their lovemaking and so much spunk was flying up
Chrissie s ass afterwards that no further lubrication was required.

Truth be told, Matt had eaten a fair amount of pussy, but only two of his
female lovers had ever allowed him anilingual privileges.

It had been great fun, but the ladies were so ashamed of their
permissiveness and lack of self-respect that neither ass-eating led to
anal intercourse.

No such issues with Xavier.

The boy was frantic with lust and gratitude for Mr. Studley s outstanding
tonguework.

The boy was squealing and squirming. Focused on an orgasm that had begun
its warnings of an imminent and forceful arrival.

Being a generous boy, and knowing that it had been nearly eleven hours
since Mr. Studley had spunked, Xavier bent forward at the waist and took
the man s cock into his mouth.

Which delighted them both.

Xavier was an experienced, highly-skilled cocksucker. And he was using
all his sissyboyish wiles to give Mr. Studley the best fun there is.

Nevertheless, Matt wasn t sure that he wanted to cum in Xavier s mouth at
that moment.

Matt really wanted that first load of the day to occupy Xavier s asshole.

But as internal deliberations were being conducted inside Matt s
increasingly less reasonable brain, Xavier stuck three fingers into Matt s
asshole, immediately found his prostate and set Matt s testicles aflame.

Matt emitted whet he hoped was a manly enough moan as he delivered a
creamy brunch to Xavier, the new love of his life.

Xavier grunted as he choked and gagged on Matt s massive spunkage.

Thick and creamy, just the way Xavier liked.

Mmmmm.

The lovers didn t change position after Matt s orgasm. Xavier kept his
fingertips on Matt s prostate and his tongue on Matt s cockknob. Matt kept
his tongue as deeply inside Xavier s asshole as anatomy permitted.

They were working toward a second stiffening of Matt s cock and their toil
was rewarded in 17 minutes and 44 seconds.

When Xavier judged Matt s cock fuckworthy, the young beauty released the
b**st from its oral cave.

Matt stopped anal excavation.

And decided how the fuck would commence.

On your back, boy! the Emperor commanded his slave boy.

Xavier scurried to comply.

The boy spread his legs, lifted them, and pointed his pretty toes. A
position that had served his therapy sessions well over the past two
years.

Matt had waited long enough.

He covered the defenseless boy with his superior body and then TORE the
boy s asshole to shreds with one vicious thrust!

OK.

Maybe that s hyperbole.

But it was a really strong thrust.

And the boy s reaction was something Matt would never forget.

Xavier emitted a long squeal of either lust or a mortal wound.

Matt wondered for a moment what the Analove Clinic s penalty was for
fucking a ther****t to death.

But then the boy began to beg for his fucking.

Whew!

Matt obliged.

Why were his assfucks with Chrissie and now Xavier so much better than
the vaginal fucks he had experienced in his life before Analove

Enthusiasm.

The boys loved being fucked by a man and expressed it quite directly.

Not to mention how the pleasures of the anus are every bit as delightful
as any vagina on earth. Without the nagging, manipulation and
emasculation that eventually accompany vaginal sex

Matt and Xavier were locked in mortal sex combat. Each writhing and
moaning toward the ultimate pleasure. But enjoying the trip to paradise.

Matt loved kissing during a fuck and so did Xavier. They did a lot of
that. Xavier even found Matt s balls with his soft hand and gave them a
sexy cuddle as the lovers horizontally tangoed.

Even the best fucks must end.

Theirs concluded spectacularly.

Xavier screamed as if his bowels had been ripped out with a straight
razor.

Matt s eyes actually filled with tears as he felt his troublesome and
useless exclusive heterosexuality leave his body forever.

Dr. Analove, who was watching the proceedings on a TV in his office
congratulated himself on yet another success.

Four The X-Boy

Ther****t Xavier loved his work.

The boy was on a four-year contract with Analove Clinic that was due to
end in one year, ten months and 12 days. Three months before his 14th
birthday.

An interminable amount of time to a boy Xavier s age.

Xavier wished he could be a ther****t forever.

Things were good for Xavier and his clinical colleagues at Analove
Clinic. The boys worked only one day in three. They got excellent
schooling, fine food and living quarters. Not to mention full
scholarships to any university in the Galaxy. A generous stipend for
life.

And all the sex they wanted.

Besides the sex that the boy-ther****ts enjoyed at their therapy sessions
with patients, the other boys-ther****ts were always ready to swap sperm
on off-duty days. The staff, including Dr. Analove and Dr. Shagbetter,
were friendly to the boys as well. And many of the boys gave themselves
eagerly to the support staff men who did food service, housekeeping,
landscaping and security.

Not that Xavier s life at home in Michigan s Upper Peninsula had been bad.

Xavier s brother Jack was two years older and Daddy s favorite from age nine
on. Xavier and his two-years-younger brother Brady were initially a bit
jealous of the closed-bedroom-door affection Daddy showed Jack. Three of
four nights a week. And selected times during the day.

Mom was OK with it, and so was Jack.

Jack wasn t braggy about it, but he did tell his younger brothers how great
Daddy s creaming cock felt as it irrigated his bumhole. And how good Daddy s
cock felt rubbing against Jack s prostate. And how much he liked Daddy s
cock shooting his baby cream into Jack s mouth.

When Xavier was around nine-and-a-half, Daddy started noticing him that
way.

Daddy noticed Xavier so much that he began to notice Xavier s asshole with his
Daddy-cock.

Which ticked Jack off. And could have been family feud material if that
recruiter from the Analove Clinic hadn t made a nice deal with Mom and
Daddy for four years of Xavier s therapy services.

As a job benefit, Xavier went home from Analove Clinic to see his family
for a week every three months. Which was OK, but he liked working at the
Clinic better.

There was a bit of tension in the air at home, since Daddy had been
sharing his bed on alternate nights with 13-year-old Jack and 9-year-old
Brady.

And it appeared that greedy Daddy wanted Xavier to join the rotation
while he was in town.

Xavier declined.

He was a professional ther****t.

Not some cheap squeeze.

So far, Xavier had been a ther****t with a 100% success rate in leading
men from their errant ways to the path of sissyboy-sex happiness.

And all the men who had fucked Xavier had been nice men.

Some nicer than others.

Some easier to treat than others.

And some better fucks than others.

Mr. Studley was Xavier s best fuck ever.

So good, that Xavier couldn t bring himself to do the standard, Analove-
ther****t move of sneaking out after the 3 a.m. wake-up fuck and having
the patient wake up to an empty bed and the clean slate, for learning
purposes, that that implies.

Xavier hung in there through six delicious fucks with Mr. Studley. The
seventh love-tussle, which began at 7:38 a.m., was the best of the lot.
And Xavier would have missed it if he hadn t broken protocol.

Xavier was prepared to face a rebuke from Dr. Analove for his
off-protocol decision, but when he finally left Mr. Studley, at 8:37
a.m., Dr. Analove greeted Xavier with congratulations and thanks.

Mr. Studley is an exceptional patient and it was excellent that you
recognized it, adapted your therapy and acted on your analysis. Xavier,
Dr. Analove said.

Xavier glowed with pride. Then gave Dr. Analove an outstanding,
on-the-knees blowjob to celebrate another the****utic success.

Five Diaper Dandy

Meanwhile, Matt was feeling bummed about losing yet another Love of his
Life, two in two days. And wondered if a third was up on the roof fixing
shingles or something.

No.

Things seemed to be all clear. So Matt showered and went to the Rectum
Room for breakfast.

Alone.

Halfway through his eggs, Matt was joined by Dr. Analove himself.

I mso pleased with your progress, Mr. Studley. I hope you are too.

Matt wasn t a gusher, but he gushed with praise for the Analove clinic, its
treatment regimen, and its outstanding ther****ts.

Dr. Analove, a man with an ego somewhat above average, accepted the
well-deserved praise, then reflected it onto Matt.

You ve done great work here, Mr. Studley. Unlike many of our patients who
need at least a week of transitional, lingerie sissyboy therapy, then
another week of all-boy therapy before they fully accept their true carnal
instincts, you accomplished both phases in two days. Remarkable!

Like any man, Matt loved knowing that he was superior to other men in
something, be it tiddlywinks, skeet-shooting, or fucking u******e boys.
He thanked Dr. Analove, but then had to express a horrible notion: You re
not sending me home, are you Not yet. Please.

Dr. Analove chuckled, then reassured Matt that all was well. No, Mr.
Studley. Of course not. You paid handsomely for three weeks of therapy
and you will get it. There is still much to learn about finding boys to
fuck in the outside world after you leave here. Plus, I ve begun to
schedule you for some advanced therapy with special-needs boys. I m sure
you ll enjoy that.

Advanced Matt liked the sound of that. Great! When do we start

As soon as you finish your breakfast.

Matt ate quickly.

Dr. Analove and Matt strolled to a part of the Clinic grounds where Matt
had not been.

Several sissyboys, particularly the younger ones, have an occasional need
to be infantile for their manly lovers, Dr. Analove told Matt. They like
having their men put them into disposable diapers and, at some point in
their foreplay or lovemaking, soil the diaper, so their men can change
them again. It sounds odd, but it s quite arousing. Shall I show you

Oddly, though he had never heard of such a fetish, Matt s cock was
twitching as he and Dr. Analove entered a large room that looked like a
baby nursery. There was an oversized crib and diaper-changing tables, as
well as a full-sized bed and an attached full bath with both a tub and
shower.

Matt took it all in with a studied look, then turned to face Dr. Analove,
who had been joined by the youngest boy Matt had seen at the Analove
Clinic thus far.

Mr. Studley, this is Oliver. He s nine-and-a-half years old, but often acts
like a big baby. He insists on sucking his thumb, wearing diapers, and
filling them with his pee-pee and p*o-p*o. Oliver, Mr. Studley will be
taking care of you today, OK

Oliver gave Matt a very bratty look, then turned away.

Oliver was wearing only a white, disposable diaper. Matt had seen Oliver
full-face for only a moment, but it was a lovely full-face. As was the
body that went with the face.

Oliver was apparently a willful c***d who would test Matt. Matt would
triumph, he hoped, then fuck young Oliver s sissy ass until tomorrow
morning s shift change.

He turned to ask Dr. Analove if that was the plan, but discovered that he
and Oliver were already alone.

Idon t have to do what you tell me, Oliver said to Matt. You re not my Daddy.
You can t make me.

Acting more like a ther****t than Oliver the ther****t, Matt asked the
boy, Did your Daddy make you wear diapers

Oliver seemed surprised by the question. But he answered it. Daddy didn t
like me wearing diapers. He said I was a big baby and not his son.

First question out of the box and ther****t-in-training Matt gets the
patient to make the big reveal.

Good work, Matt. Now watch your follow-up.

Rather than speak at first, Matt offered a hug to the diapered boy.

The sobbing Oliver accepted.

Matt let Oliver cry it out a bit, then said, I msure your Daddy loves you,
Honey. You re such a sweet, beautiful boy. He just doesn t understand why
you wear diapers and he s trying to get you to quit.

Oliver stopped crying, pulled back from Matt to arm s length, made eye
contact and asked, Do you really think so, Mr. Studley

Oh, yes, Honey. He s a very lucky man to have a son like you. So lovely.
Such perfect skin. Long, pink legs. Gorgeous face. Nipples any
p*****nage girl would envy.

Oliver was blushing and breathing heavily. He gave Matt a look that was
vaguely blissful. Then

Oh dear.

A nasty smell.

Sweetie, did you just poop your diaper

Oliver started bawling again. Between sobs, he acknowledged his poopish
sin. Sometimes when I get excited when I m with a handsome man, I pee
myself. When I m really excited, I poop myself.

Wow, Matt thought. So I really excited him.

Matt mused about how anal sex with a boy who poops when aroused could be
challenging. But that was for later.

It s OK, Honey. Ssshhhh. It s OK. Let s get you changed, OK

Oliver stopped crying. OK, he said meekly. Then he hopped onto an
oversized changing table perfect for a boy of his dimensions.

Matt was pleased to see that all the diaper-changing equipment was close
at hand.

He flashed back to when, as the oldest of seven k**s, he was often
assigned diaper duty. It was icky at first, but then no big deal.

Though he wasn t crazy about the smell associated with baby poop.

As Matt undid the tape fasteners on Oliver s disposable diaper, the man
could see that a nine-and-a-half-year-old s p*o is definitely not baby p*o.

It was prolific. And stinky.

Oliver was far from ashamed of having made it. Or putting Matt into the
unwelcome role of disposing of it.

The young beauty seemed almost proud of his poop.

And delighted that Matt was attending to him.

Matt transferred the dirty mess to the diaper pail, which absorbed the
smell almost immediately.

Then Matt set to work with the wet-wipes parents use these days.

Lots of them.

Wiping here and there. Cleansing. Drawing satisfied grunts from Oliver,
who apparently liked Matt scrubbing his bottomhole and environs.

Heck, it was more than apparently. The boy s 2.65-inch peener was at full
attention. And throbbing.

It was so cute and perky that Matt considered giving it a nice sucking
right then and there. But conditions didn t seem sanitary enough for him
at that point.

Matt s fingertips grazed Oliver s penis once or twice, drawing an intake of
breath from the boy. But no serious carnal contact.

Remembering his diapering experience, before closing shop, Matt got out the
talcum powder and gave Oliver s private places a thorough dosage of the
white stuff.

Matt smiled when Oliver s pricklet twitched during the powdering.

Had Matt wanted to, he could have halted the diapering and given the boy
a good, stiff fucking. Which was clearly what Oliver wanted more than a
clean diaper.

But he decided to let the scenario play out a bit more.

Matt gently tucked Oliver s parts into the fresh diaper and sealed the
fasteners.

Oliver looked a bit disappointed, but not for long.

Matt asked, Does Baby want to take a nap now Or play with his toys

Oliver answered by sucking his thumb and looking pouty.

Matt eased Oliver off the changing table and onto his feet.

Matt was unsure of his next move.

Oliver was sure.

Oh! the pretty little angel said.

And there was that vaguely blissful look again.

Matt could see the diaper expanding with what had to be a new world s
record for diaper pee, nine-year-old category.

When the last drop was expended, Matt asked the rhetorical question, Did
Baby pee himself

Oliver nodded and sucked his thumb again.

Matt, who was working harder for this fuck than he had since arriving at
the Analove Clinic, set the boy back onto the changing table and surveyed
the tsunami.

The boy must have been saving up his pee for a week.

Matt eased the messy mess off of Oliver, who once again looked pleased
with himself. Then started cleaning up.

Until a better idea hit him.

You re getting a bath, young man.

Oliver looked a bit startled. Especially when Matt strapped him onto the
changing table so he wouldn t roll off while Matt filled the tub with warm
water.

Matt returned when the tub was filled and all the bath paraphernalia were
within easy access.

He unstrapped Oliver, then carried the little prickteaser into the
bathroom and slid him into the tub.

Oliver gasped at the temperature of the water. It was several degrees
hotter than he was used to. But Matt was intent on a good, hot, full
scrubbing.

Followed by a good, hot, full fucking.

Matt removed all his clothes and tossed them aside.

Oliver s eyes widened. Was the man getting into the tub with him

No such luck.

Matt set about bathing Oliver the way he had bathed his younger siblings.
On his knees at tub side. Easing the water over Oliver s head by squeezing
a wet face cloth. Scrubbing gently with lots of soap. Everywhere the
seated boy could be reached.

In truth, Oliver was much less interested in the rubber duckie Matt
offered him than the sight of Matt s big, hot, hard cock.

It was a very nice one.

Nicer than many of the 22 cocks whose acquaintance he had made since
arriving three months earlier.

The Analove Clinic recruiter had gotten a tip from one of the Clinic s
pediatrician scouts. Ihave a beautiful nine-year-old boy who pees and
poops his pants to seduce men into diapering, then fucking him. If you re
interested.

The recruiter was interested. The Clinic hadn t had a boy of that scenario
before, and they were always looking for variety.

The recruiter interviewed the boy, changed him three times, then fucked
him six times. A fair deal was struck with the boy and his parents and
Oliver became a staff ther****t.

Matt was beginning to appreciate the effort requited with this lad. He
was a lovely specimen of young sissyboy. Slim and hairless below the
neck. Lovely blond curls and blue eyes.

And a sweet-looking bum and boy s things. Which were about to get Matt s full
attention.

Stand up, Baby, Matt said. Ineed to wash your privates.

Oliver shuddered in anticipation.

He wanted Matt to wash his boy s things. Preferably with his tongue.

But he only got the warm washcloth treatment.

Which was stimulating enough, since Matt took his time in the pubic
region to ensure full cleanliness.

Matt gave particular attention to the area under Oliver s foreskin. And
the pretty boy s pink bag.

Oliver was breathing heavily but didn t cum by the time Matt shifted to the
boy s anal regions.

There was a lot of globe trotting with the boy s pretty bumcheeks.

And after all that pooping, Matt felt obliged to enter Oliver s bumhole
with a finger covered by a face cloth to clean things up properly.

Oliver was right on the cusp of an orgasm when Matt did that.

But Matt stopped.

He picked the naked boy up, stood him on a bath mat and dried him
thoroughly with big, fluffy towels.

Not what Oliver wanted.

Matt was in charge, though, wasn t he

Matt then carried Oliver back to the changing table, where Oliver thought
he was to be diapered again, then put down for a nap.

What could Oliver do about that

He was out of diaper-fouling ammunition for the moment.

How else could he get Matt s attention Get Matt to do what Oliver wanted

Could he just ASK Matt to fuck him

This all trickled through Oliver s brain as the boy lay on the table
waiting to be powdered, then diapered.

But Matt wasn t using powder.

He was using baby oil.

Rubbing it all over Oliver s privates with his left hand. As he inserted a
baby-oiled finger from his right hand into Oliver s asshole.

Now that was more like it!!!

Oh!

Oh!

Oliver squealed with sissy pleasure as Matt finger-rubbed Oliver s prostate
as he ran the boy s oiled foreskin up and down his tender knob.

Pleasure!

Delight!

Oliver cried out in dry rapture as the moment we all love seized him.

The young beauty shuddered and squeaked and almost begged Matt to stop
rubbing his prostate, even after the drygasm passed.

But Matt had a plan.

With two fingers still in Oliver s bum, Matt carried the boy to the bed,
laid him onto his left side, spooned behind him, removed his two
bumfingers and replaced them with his cock.

Matt was in the tightest hole he had ever occupied.

Oliver was hosting his biggest cock ever.

It was a delight for them both.

But Matt knew something was missing.

Kissing.

They hadn t kissed. And were already fucking.

A disturbance in the force.

Matt pulled his cock out of diaper boy s bare bum, drawing a groan of
disappointment from Oliver.

The man quickly slid onto his back, and had Oliver straddle his hips.

Lower yourself onto my cock, Honey. The kiss me.

Can do.

Oliver eased Matt s Big Friend into his already stretched bumhole and
sighed with pleasure when he sat on Matt s pubis hairs.

Then the boy leaned forward and gave his mouth and tongue to his manly
lover.

Mmmmm.

That s the way it should go.

Matt, who hadn t cum in ages (!) or at least three hours, was able to hold
back his manly tsunami for 172 delicious, prostate-tickler strokes.

Oliver, who had already cum quite recently, still dry heaved on stroke
157, well before Matt sent his sperm into Oliver s private place.

The lovers kissed and hugged throughout their interstellar journey. And
for several minutes thereafter.

For a brief moment, Matt wondered what he was doing in a strange clinic,
fucking a nine-year-old boy whom he had previously diapered twice. Not
to mention the previous two days severely u******e boys, one of whom wore
lingerie.

But then Oliver started sucking Matt s cock so that they could fuck again
as soon as possible and Matt just accepted the events of the past three
days as his New Normal.

Lucky duck.

Six The Disciplinarian

Next morning.

Breakfast.

With Dr. Analove.

Beautifully done with young Oliver, Mr. Studley, the healthcare
professional said to Matt. The boy was glowing with love and admiration
for you.

Matt loved having his ego stroked almost as much as he loved having his
cock stroked. But he had a concern.

Dr. Analove, I could fall in love with any or all of the three boys I ve met
so far, but there s been no time to build a relationship. When can I get
Chrissie back, for example Chrissie and I have unfinished business.

Dr. Analove snorted softly. They never forget their first sissyboy, he
thought. And they all want to POSSESS their boys. All in good time, Mr.
Studley. Your therapy is going beautifully, but relationship-building
will come later when you return to the outside world. Today I want to
test you with a bigger challenge. One of our prettiest
ther****ts-in-training is having sharing issues. I think you ll see what I
mean when you meet him. I ll be very interested in how you manage the
situation, though I have every hope for your success after seeing you
with Oliver.

Sharing issues

What did Dr. Analove mean by that

And why was Matt, the patient, being asked to cure the ther****t

Matt considered asking more questions, but decided that Dr. Analove would
only avoid answers anyway. So he finished his French toast and bacon so
that he could get started on his fourth day of therapy.

Dr. Analove led Matt to a different part of campus, presumably the
ther****ts quarters, and into a well-appointed building housing four
apartments, two on each floor.

Instead of going into an apartment, however, Dr. Anqalove led Matt into a
smaller room between the two first-floor flats. The room housed only a
control panel, a 60-inch television, and two chairs.

The men sat. Dr. Analove used the control panel to call up an image of
the goings-on in the bedroom of apartment two.

Oh my.

There was

Oh my.

In Matt s rating system, Chrissie had been a ten. Xavier was a strong
9.5. And Oliver was at least a 9.

The boy in the bedroom of apartment two was a twelve!

His face would have made the young Elizabeth Taylor look plain.

His nude body was pink and slim, except for the finest feature Matt had
seen on anyone- male or female.

His bum!

Think of a large globe. The kind a gentleman would have in his study. Cut
it in half. Use it as a mold for the boy s bumcheeks.

He must have had all his clothes custom made. No one on earth had an ass
that proportionately large and stunningly beautiful.

But that wasn t all.

The boy s areolas were almost two-inches in diameter! And puffy!!

Matt gasped.

Then gasped again when the boy sat and drew on a pair of pink, standup
stockings. Which was his apparently his ensemble for the day.

Was Matt destined to fuck HIM that day

Maybe.

Dr. Analove said, Ican see your arousal, Mr. Studley. We ve all feel it
when we see Danny. Danny is a freak of nature. In a good way. Men have
lusted after Danny since he was seven. We recruited him three weeks
ago. He s almost twelve now. And a virgin.

Matt shook his head.

Had he heard that correctly

How could someone who looked like that someone who became a ther****t at
Analove Clinic someone who wore just pink stockings as work clothes

Dr. Analove addressed Matt s confusion. Danny has had his cock sucked to
creamy conclusion many times. He s had his glorious nipples worshipped and
his magnificent ass eaten many more times. But he has never sucked a
cock and never been fucked. He s a TAKER, Mr. Studley. Not a giver like
most sissyboys. And, short of ****, which we would never do, we don t know
what to do about it. We re hoping you might have a solution.

None sprang to Matt s mind. But he was still eager to see how far he could
get with what might be the sissyboy wonder of the world.

Matt cleared his throat and said, Did Danny put those stockings on for me

Oh, yes. He knows a patient will be joining him today, though he doesn t
know it will be you. He adores being worshipped. He loves his orgasms.
And he loves cockteasing.

Matt s resolve swelled with his cock. Ican do this, Dr. Analove.

Good man. Now go knock on his door. I ll be watching. Remember. **** is
a no go.

Matt wasn t a r****t. He nodded and exited.

Matt was wearing just a shortie bathrobe. He dropped it to the ground
and stood nude, but for slippers. He knocked on Danny s door. The door
opened. And despite the televised preview, Matt was stunned by being in
Danny s presence.

Danny was a wet dream on two legs.

Danny and Matt assessed each other.

Matt drooled.

Since the time when Matt and Dr. Analove were spying on him, Danny had
put on a filmy pair of pink panties that showed more of the boy s privates
than they concealed.

And very nice privates they were.

Pink and thick. Only four-and-a-half inches long, but very hard. With a
lovely, blushing knob that dripped boy goo into the pantied film.

Matt couldn t see Danny s bum yet, but his anticipation was high.

Danny looked a bit nonplussed, but he recovered quickly. Well, the
stunning beauty said, they finally sent me a man I could consider
acceptable. If you do a good job sucking my penis and swallow every
drop, I may let you lick my bumhole. If you do that well, and gargle and
brush your teeth, I may let you kiss me. Or even lick my nipples. But
that s all you get. Those are MY rules.

Enough chit-chat. I need to be serviced and I won t wait any longer. I m
going to the bedroom. You re going to get on your knees, mister, while I
pull down my panties, and you can suck my penis and swallow every drop.

Dr. Analove had foreshadowed that Danny was an arrogant ass, but seeing
it face to face made Matt angry.

Danny acted as if his body were Fort Knox and he was handing out pennies
at the gate.

In truth, much of Danny s arrogance was due to his upbringing. And his
experiences during that upbringing.

Danny was raised by a single mother aptly named Vanity.

Vanity was the female equivalent of Danny.

Men liked Vanity.

A lot.

Men were always around Danny s mother. Showering her with attention and
gifts.

Vanity knew that men began to notice her son when Danny was seven. Her
message to Danny was clear and consistent: Men were put on this earth to
service people as beautiful as you and me. Take from men. Give only
when absolutely necessary.

Danny internalized that message.

Vanity internalized men. Five or six overnights a week. One at a time,
but usually three or four in rotation.

Danny, who was basically sweet but naïve, thought that the men were doing
things to worship his mother. No vaginal or anal penetration, for sure.

Vanity did not dissuade him of that incorrect notion.

To reinforce that notion when Danny was ten, Vanity began to send an
occasional manfriend to Danny to kiss him, suck his nipples and swallow
his cum. Little realizing that Danny had been doing that sort of thing
with his schoolmates for some time.

As Danny grew into the Eighth Wonder of the World, Vanity began to feel
some competition from her son.

Thus, Danny s arrival at Analove Clinic.

Danny had a selfish attitude, but he was a product of his environment and
some bad parenting.

None of which was known to Mr. Matt Studley that fine morning.

All Matt knew was that his ther****t for the day was a selfish, bossy,
little prickteaser.

And it made him angry.

Danny didn t see Matt s anger at first. The boy s back was turned as he led
Matt to the bedroom.

The sight of Danny s once-in-a-lifetime ass made Matt angrier.

That ass should belong to the men of the world! Starting with Matt.

He said, That s a beautiful bum, Danny. Do men put their fingers into it

Danny stopped in front of one of his bedroom s five full-length mirrors.
Looked over his shoulder at his bum and said, Yes, it is beautiful. Isn t it

Not a thank you to be heard.

Then Danny answered Matt s question. Of course men can t put their fingers in
my bum. That s private property.

Matt persisted. So, no cocks there either

Danny made an icky face and said, Ick. No!

But being around you excites men. And they make you feel good by sucking
your cock and making you cum. Don t you want to be fair about things and
help a man cum too They want you to suck their cocks. They want to fuck
you. Don t you care

Danny tossed his head haughtily and said, My Mommy was right. All men
think about is satisfying their own disgusting needs. Well they can take
care of my needs, but I don t have a need to help men!

And that did it for Matt.

He actually heard a SNAP in his brain.

He grabbed Danny s right wrist with his left hand and held it firmly. You
arrogant, selfish, little prickteaser. Someone needs to adjust your
attitude and it looks as if that will be me.

Danny didn t show fear at first. Just surprise.

A man was talking back to him!

They never did that.

They just did what he instructed.

Danny wasn t instructing Matt to drag him past his bed toward the room s only
easy chair.

Matt sat, then flung Danny across his lap, face down, facing Matt s left.

Danny hadn t instructed Matt to pull down his panties either, exposing a
bum and bumhole that Danny had only showed to men who would kiss and lick
it without carnal compensation.

And he certainly didn t expect to feel something he had never felt in his
life: Matt s strong, right hand slapping Danny s bum! Hard!!

It shocked Danny almost as much as it stung him!

And it stung him very badly.

Three thoughts competed in Matt s brain as he completed the first swat.

First, he felt a little bit as if he were desecrating the Mona Lisa.

Second, he knew that the prickteasing little brat had been deserving a
ferocious spanking for some time and he was pleased to be the one to
deliver it.

Third, he was unclear about Dr. Analove s reaction. He knew the
health-care giver was watching. Would he judge Matt s actions to be
excessive force and break down the door with a SWAT team to drag Matt off
to a black-site prison

Then he quit thinking and concentrated on the joy he felt spanking Danny.

The first swat drew a gasp and a yelp.

The second made Danny cry out in pain.

On the third swat, Danny wriggled to get away, but only managed to get
his very hard penis lodged between Matt s warm, muscular, hairy thighs.

Danny sobbed and begged for mercy as Matt relentlessly spanked him.

The door was NOT broken down.

Matt reddened both perfect cheeks to a deep crimson.

On stroke 27, Danny stopped crying and protesting and began to moan.

On stroke 33, Danny gasped and Matt felt a stream of hot sperm drench his
inner thighs.

Matt s spanking had made Danny cum.

Matt stopped spanking him.

The boy looked back at Matt.

He looked confused and, Matt thought, penitent.

Still acting sternly, Matt said, Go stand in that corner until I call
you. And no rubbing your ass unless you want another spanking.

Danny sniffled and complied. Giving Matt a tear-stained,
over-the-shoulder look, enhanced by his wondrous beauty, that melted the
man s heart.

But there was much to do.

Matt went into the bathroom to see if the medicine cabinet had what he
needed.

In the medicine cabinet in his own quarters, Matt had seen an array of
products with specific uses.

Did Danny have the same There was Spermbutt Anal Lubricant and
Slickyboy Masturbation Cream (both Spermbutt Industries products). But
where was

There it was. Another Spermbutt Industries product. Apres Spank. A cream
for easing the effects of well-deserved discipline so that loving
relationships can be restored.

Or so went the advertising campaign.

Danny was still standing and sniveling in the corner when Matt returned
to the bedroom.

He sat in the easy chair and summoned Danny.

The boy turned. He was sobbing softly. And trembling. And something
elsing.

The boy s cock was fiercely erect!

So not only was Danny in pain, terrified of more pain to come, and
humiliated.

He was aroused.

Really aroused.

Come over here, Sweetheart, Matt said lovingly. I mnot going to hurt you.

Danny wasn t sure about that. But he followed orders.

The seated Matt positioned the standing Danny so that the boy s bum was six
inches from Matt s face.

Matt s urge to kiss it and lick it was powerful.

But he resisted.

Instead, he rubbed Danny s world-class left hemisphere with some soothing
Apres Spank. And his strong, but now gentle hands.

Danny gasped with relief. It felt so good. Plus he knew there would be
no further spanking.

During corner time, two fresh revelations struck Danny for the first time
in his life: 1) he was not the epicenter of the universe and 2) he adored
being dominated by a man who venerated Danny s beauty, but wasn t intimidated
by it.

Matt suspected that Danny had evolved his attitude, but did not resist
the urge to lecture the punished boy on the reasons for his punishment.
And his path to correct behavior.

You re a beautiful boy. Men love you. But you re selfish. We all live on
this planet together. We all have needs. We must help each other.

With further lectures on that theme as he rubbed the right rectal
hemisphere.

Danny said nothing, though his grunts and moans illustrated his deep
feelings of sensual pleasure.

When Matt slid his lubed hand between the boy s bumcheeks, into Danny s most
private area, he almost expected Danny to rebel.

But no.

Just the cutest squeak as Matt ran a finger across Danny s anus ring.

Matt decided to go where no man had gone before.

He slid two lubed fingers into Danny s bumhole, expecting him to protest or
even run away.

But no.

Danny shuddered with pleasure.

At that point, Matt withdrew his fingers, to a disappointed groan from
Danny.

But then he spun Danny around, took the boy s stiff, quivering, pretty
penis into his mouth, and reached around Danny s hip to reinsert two
fingers in the bum.

That time, Matt found Danny s prostate.

Rubbed it.

Sucked Danny s cock.

Felt Danny shake like a boy possessed.

Then enjoyed the cocksucker s big reward.

Seven thick globs of particularly delicious sperm and semen.

As Danny s asshole tightened on Matt s fingers.

Danny s orgasm went on for nearly two minutes.

When it was over, he looked at Matt like a newborn puppy looks at its
mother.

Matt had brought Danny fully into the world.

Danny leaned over and kissed Matt. Exchanging wet tongues.

Matt picked Danny up and carried him to the bed.

The lovers lay on top of the covers. Kissing. Playing with each other s
parts.

Matt was startled when Danny slid two fingers into Matt s asshole.

It was time to fuck Danny before Matt lost his first-of-the-morning
erection.

But would Danny allow it

Danny was on his back, legs spread. Knees up. Asshole beckoning Matt.

Matt felt confident about the fucking thing.

Matt used lots of Spermbutt Anal Lubricant on both Danny s bumhole and on
his manly cock.

This was a reverent occasion, so he wanted it to go well.

It did.

Matt covered Danny s sissyboy body with his own.

He gave each of Danny s nipples a long suck. Kissed the young beauty s mouth
one last time. Lined up his peehole with Danny s anus. And pushed.

In!

And in again!

Danny was tight, but offered little resistance to Matt s cock. If Danny
felt pain, he showed none.

Once again proving that Danny s ass was the finest design model ever made.

Matt had fucked many women and four boys in his life.

This was the best.

Danny tongue-kissed Matt throughout their fuckage.

He squealed and squirmed and squirted in all the right ways and at all
the right times.

Matt wanted to hang on for longer than 43 minutes, but Danny was just too
sexy and fuckable.

By Matt s count, he shot ten spurts into Danny s colon.

Which triggered Danny s second orgasm of that fuck for the ages.

Neither wanted to uncouple. But when Matt went limp, Danny s asshole
involuntarily ejected its new best friend.

LOTS of kissing and fondling followed.

Then Danny got onto his knees to suck Matt s dirty prick to a second
cockstand.

Which led to a delicious doggy-style fuck.

Twin orgasms.

And an exhausted collapse into each other s arms.

Man and boy took a 60-minute nap, then took a shower together.

A kissy, nipple-sucking, bumfinger shower.

The best kind.

Though neither spunked.

When they had dried off, Matt headed for the bed to change the sheets. As
Matt did that, Danny sissied up a bit more for his man.

The boy eased a pair of black, seamed, reinforced-heel-and-toe,
fully-fashioned stockings up his perfect legs, then hooked them onto a
black garter belt.

He had thought about prepping himself for round three with some Spermbutt
Anal Lubricant, but had an alternative plan.

He bent over, showing Matt his bumhole, framed by two magnificent cheeks,
garter straps and stocking tops and asked, Will you eat me out and then
fuck me PLeeeaaassee, Mr. Studley

How could Matt refuse such a polite request

Danny was the perfect femboy. Equally delicious naked, in boy s clothes,
or in lingerie.

Matt fell to his knees and began to tongue-worship Danny s ample buttocks.
Teasing at first, with kisses and licks on the cheeks. Then on to the
inner folds of the bum, which drew a sharp intake of breath from the
young beauty.

Matt was about to attack the Holy of Holies, but decided his position was
a) too submissive and b) too uncomfortable. So he got up, lay on his
back on the bed and had Danny sit on his face.

Which is really the best position for an extended ass feast.

And feast Matt did.

Danny was squealing and squirming as Matt dug in to his delicious repast.

Squirting followed soon thereafter.

Danny sprayed thick jets of his boyish joy all over Matt s flat, hairy
stomach.

And admitted to himself that he was in love. Truly in love.

In love with Matt Studley, of course. But also in love with the next man
whose cock would find its way to Danny s inner asshole.

Because Danny was in love with the new him. The sissyboy him, who not
only teases, but pleases men s pricks.

Danny loved who he was after Mr. Studley sparked his evolution from
narcissistic, prickteasing virgin to narcissistic,
cock-in-mouth-and-cum-in-stomach, cock-in-butt-and-cum-in-intestines
sissyboy.

Only the new Danny would whimper and beg for Mr. Studley to remove his
tongue from Danny s anus and replace it with his manly, man-sized manpole.

Only the new Danny would sit on Mr. Studley s stiffie and bounce up and
down on it as man and boy grunted their way to yet another fierce orgasm.

Matt was in love too.

With Danny, of course. But also with Chrissie, Xavier, and Oliver. And
with the notion that his dreams WERE attainable.

Not with women, of course.

With boys.

Delicious, precious, beautiful boys.

Matt could dominate them. He could spray his cum on their faces and make
them lick it up. They would lick his hairy balls and moan in ecstasy as
they did it. Matt could fuck their asses and have them squeal and shudder
with their own orgasms. Boys would be on their knees, sucking Matt s cock
as they gave him full eye contact, fingers in Matt s asshole, on his
prostate as they sucked and licked.

Boys made the best girlfriends.

The obvious conclusion.

Verified further by Danny that day when, after Matt had filled his
historically significant asshole with his latest load, the boy wanted the
next load.

Quickly.

Impatience often engenders mistakes. But in Matt and Danny s case, it
engendered the opposite.

Danny eased his bumhole off of Matt s cock and knelt by Matt s hip. He
leaned over and took Matt s pop-stained, cum-drenched cock into his pretty
mouth and began revival operations.

There is a reported case of a woman on Zylon-4 (17,376 light years from
earth) who once did that for her man. But no woman on this planet has
ever done that.

Danny s heroism produced half a stiffie. So the boy sought other means to
achieve the other half.

He eased Matt onto his stomach, parted Matt s bumcheeks with his thumbs,
and licked out Matt s hairy asshole.

Gazinga!

Matt was officially done with women.

Forever.

EPILOGUE

Five days later, confirmed boy-lover Matt Studley and world-class beauty
and anti-virgin Danny finally emerged from Danny s flat.

Some say it was because their food ran out.

In truth, it was because they were out of Spermbutt Anal Lubricant. And
all the sheets were dirty,

Allowing a ther****t and patient such an indecent amount of continuous
fuck time was unprecedented at the Analove Clinic.

But this was an unprecedented couple.

Dr. Analove told Matt and Danny that as they sat with him at breakfast in
the Rectum Room.

Matt was wearing only a jock strap and sandals and eating waffles and
bacon.

Danny was tearing into pancakes and sausage and was wearing a
dick-stirring boykini: a 2.5-inch, pink strap that covered his nipples and
a pink boykini bottom that exposed his entire, magnificent bottom as it
held his boy s things in a transparent, front pouch.

The boy s high-heeled sandals with a clunky, two-and-a-half-inch heel
pushed his nipples forward and his bum back.

It suited him.

As did the man s cream still oozing from the boy s exposed bum as he sexily
walked to breakfast.

We broke all our treatment protocols for you two lovebirds, Dr. Analove
told the famished couple. But it was worth it. Danny, I know that you ll
soon become our best ther****t. And since you ll only work one day in three,
you and Mr. Studley will have lots of time together.

Danny thought about protesting. Saying, but I don t want to be separated
from Mr. Studley, my soulmate, even for one day out of three. But the
truth was, variety appealed to Danny.

It appealed to Matt as well. But something didn t sound right.

Ithought I was leaving here in 13 days, he said to Dr. Analove.

Dr. Analove shook his head. Ivery much hope you ll consider my offer to
stay, Mr. Studley. We need a man of your obvious skills to be our new
ther****t trainer. When the new boys come in, you ll show them what a man
wants and how to please their men. We can work the schedule so that you ll
have a day working, one day with Danny, and a free day to enjoy the
company of our many staff ther****ts. We ll schedule things so that your
work day will be the other s free day, so that you re not tempted to spend
two of three days together. If that would meet your needs and Danny s needs.

Only one day of three fucking Danny One day fucking the new boys A
third fucking whoever isn t working that day

But what about his life His real life at home His job His friends
His country His Mom s apple pie His favorite baseball team

Sounds good to me, Matt heard Danny say.

Me too, Matt added, before Dr. Analove could change his mind.

Dr. Analove beamed. Excellent! Why don t the two of you spend the day
together We ll have a free day for Danny, perhaps in the company of
Chrissie, Xavier or Oliver, and a new ther****t-in-training for Mr.
Studley tomorrow at 9 a.m.

Matt looked at Danny, who was finishing his last bite of pancake.

Danny stood, grabbed Matt s arm and said, Thank you. Dr. Analove. We ll see
you tomorrow at 9.

And off they went to Matt s hotel room, where the sheets were clean and the
Spermbutt Anal Lubricant was plentiful.

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