THE FOLLOWING IS BASED ON TRUE EVENTS. NAMES AND SPECIFIC PLACES HAVE BEEN CHANGED TO PROTECT THE NOT SO INNOCENT. THE AUTHOR DOES NOT CONDONE ANY ACTIVITIES DESCRIBED IN THE STORY, AND REMINDS READERS OF REAL LIFE CONSENQUENCES, SUCH AS PRISON TIME AND/OR SEXUALLY TRANSMITTED ILLNESS. PRACTICE KINK IN REAL LIFE SAFELY, SANELY, AND MOST IMPORTANTLY, CONSENSUALLY. This is my first submission to Nifty, so if you would like to provide feedback, I'd love to hear from you @ southernsissysub@gmail.com
Tyler's New Life - Chapter 1 By Sub Boy
Life had been easy for me, up to that point. Two loving parents and a nice house in the burbs of east Tennessee was all I knew; it was simple, idyllic. My only pressing concerns where having the fastest bike in the neighborhood or the best Pokemon cards. I wasn't very good at sports or socializing with boys my age. I was very shy, where the boys of the cul de sac where loud and boisterous and simply quite intimidating to me. I loved playing alone outside, pretending to be one of the main characters of the recently released Lord of the Rings trilogy, running roughshod all over alleys and yards of my neighborhood, fearlessly slaying imaginary orcs and trolls with my stick-sword. My imagination was very active, and the playland in my head was full of endless possibilities. One day I was a brave knight, the next I was a cunning princess, determined to escape her tower prison using her wits and feminine wiles. Switching genders was fun and seemed harmless, and opened a whole new world of options for playing pretend.
I was an eleven year old boy, but in the era before helicopter parenting, I was left mostly to my own devices without supervision while both of my parents worked hard, especially during the summer when school was out. With no one to tell me it was wrong, I saw no reason not to steal my sister's pink disney princess dress and toy foam butterfly wings (the kind with shoulder straps you wear as part of a costume) and spend entire days as a fairy princess; strolling my massive wooded neighborhood, the fair and beautiful ruler of all I could see. It was a happy time, one I still look back on today full of nostalgia.
Little did I know, however, that my peaceful idyllic life was soon going to change dramatically. It started when my dad left. My mom told my sister and I that my father had been unfaithful and they were getting a divorce. I was very angry with my dad for doing that to my mother, but he had his reasons, reasons that would become clear to me eventually. In the meantime things for my mom and my sister and I got steadly worse, the loss of income from my father's departure triggering a cascade of negative impacts on our lives. We were unable to afford the house we were living in, and forced to move to a small apartment in our small town's assisted housing projects. Gone was my emerald green forested suburban enclave, replaced by a rickety apartment complex full of strange people and strange kids. Shortly after my mom lost her good job as a loan officer at a local bank, and started working nights as a bartender in a local dive; her only opportunity for work at the time. She had also begun to drink more and more.
It was around this time my uncle Mike moved in with us, ostensibly to work and help my mother with our ever-growing list of debts and bills, but little did I know at the time, had also just been released from state prison for a drug offense. I loved and worshipped my uncle Mikey. He was so funny and cool and he treated me and my sister maybe not like adults, but definitely more maturely than we deserved. Soon I was working hard in school and doing my chores just for a chance at some more approval from my uncle and mother.
What I didn't know was that my uncle was still very much addicted to drugs, and as soon as he got out of prison he was back on heroin and meth, dealing both out of our small run down apartment. I thought it was strange that all these people were coming and going, bit I had inkling as to the why they where there or what they're relationship to my uncle and mother was. From my viewpoint, they would show up, walk to the back bedroom where my mom and uncle were, and then close and lock the bedroom door behind them. Then quick as they came, they were out the door and gone again.
This went on for quite awhile, with my uncle dealing profecient amounts of drugs and my mother pretending with us that it wasn't happening, and we had no idea. Some time passed and before I knew it I was I had made it to 13 years old. Officially a teenager, but still very small and slight at 4 foot 10 and a whopping 110 pounds. Because of my difficulty socializing, I was still rather underdeveloped in that department. I was a teen and at the age where most boys are starting to notice girls and discover themselves sexually, but I wasn't doing much of that. No, I had begun a sexual trajectory of a different kind, though perhaps not intentionally. I didn't think of myself as gay, but it had been clear to me for some time that I was different. I noticed girls not as objects of a sexual desire but something to be admired and a little jealous of. They were so pretty and their clothes were so much cooler and prettier than my lame boy stuff. I had been crossdressing in secret for years by then, slowly stealing little pieces of my sister and mom's wardrobe, until I had collected a decent amount of both age-appropriate wear for a cute little girl and sluttier lingerie, worn equal amounts. At about this time I had also discovered what a treasure trove of porn and filthy material the internet was, and was absolutely hooked. I would wait for the apartment to be quiet and sneak out to the living room where I would spend hours eyes glued to the screen, soaking in all sorts of knowledge that should be off limits to a preteen boy. I learned about gay sex and man-boy love, which thrilled me because I finally had words to describe how I felt about men. But what really caught my eye was the kinky stuff. I eagerly gobbled up videos and stories about Master/Slave relationships, bondage, whipping, anything I could get my hands on. I discovered yahoo chat and spent many hours chatting to other online about my fantasies and what I thought I would like, although since I had no webcam not many of the pedos seemed that interested in me, perhaps thinking I was a narc or otherwise somehow fake. I did learn during this time how to masturbate, but more importantly I learned how good it felt to have something up my tight round little butt while I masturbated. I began expiramenting with the handle of a plastic hairbrush from my bathroom, but one day while on one of my covert closet raids in my mother's room, I hit the motherlode. A beige plastic vibrating dildo with a set of what I figured out were nipple clamps and a set of handcuffs in a purple velvet crown royal bag, hidden in the back of the closet and seemingly abandoned. In a rush I ran to my bedroom and locked the door behind me. I put my longish hair up into pigtails and put some gloss on my lips before stripping down to the panties I was by now wearing every day under my boy jeans. I put on a pair of black knee high socks and a green tartan skirt, followed by a white button up shirt that I tied above my belly button and a lacy black training bra, all stolen from my sister. I laid down on my bed and began to squeeze and rub my rock hard little boy dick through the material of my pink and white panties, before sucking one of my fingers into my mouth and getting it good and slippery before using it to tease the tight ring of my virginal boy pussy. While I did that I unbuttoned one of the buttons of my shirt and pulled the cups of the training bra down, bunching up my chest to almost look like a girl's breasts before I put the clamps on my nipples, enjoying the pinching and pulling on my sensitive nubs. But I was forgetting something, the handcuffs! I picked them up and saw that the key was still in the lock, so I could easily unlock myself when I was done playing with them. I cuffed my hands together and tweaked the chain connecting the two nipple clamps. I was in boy bitch heaven, sliding the small dildo in and out of my ass while enjoying the feeling of my nipples being pinched, imagining some hot manly man like my dad or my neighbor Mr. Harris or my history teacher Mr. Parrish owned the cock rapidly fucking my little girly boy cunt, dominating me, making me his. My eyes were screwed shut and I was deep in my fantasy world when I heard a sound at the door.
"Tyler, you in there, bud? Why is the door locked? Your mom needs your laundry hamper." It was my uncle mike. I froze in panic, my heart pounding in my chest.
"Yeah, uhhh, just a s-sec!" I yelled back. I frantically pulled the dildo out of my ass and the clamps off my nipples, before flinging them under my pillow. In the commotion, however, I failed to realize the key for the handcuffs had slid off my bed and into the crack between it and the wall. I was looking for the key more scared than I had ever been in my short life when I heard another sound at the door, this time a more forceful, persistent pounding.
"What's going on in there? Are you doing something you shouldn't? I saw those neighbor kids out on the corner smoking cigarettes, if I come in and find you smoking you're going to be in deep shit!" but before I could answer there was a lound SLAM, my uncle having defeated the crappy lock on my bedroom door with a single kick. "What-WHAT THE FUCK?" Mike exclaimed, eyeing me up and down while still dressed as a slutty schoolgirl, skirt ruffled and bunched up in the back, with my shirt still half unbuttoned and my lips glossy, my hair still in the pigtails. I was mortified. I was sure my life was over. My uncle was a man's man through and through and surely he would beat me to death right then and there in my bedroom.
"M-mike, I uhmm," I started to stutter, struggling to form words. "Please, it's not what it looks like, let me explain"
"Explain what, that you're a little sissy who likes to dress up as a girl?" He took a few steps towards me, causing me to cower even more. My uncle just smiled at me, more of a leer. His look made me uncomfortable, but I didn't know why. "More than just a girl, you're a real cockteaser in that outfit." It was true, my tiny effeminate body looked very natural in my slutty getup, and with my button nose and thick glossy lips, I didn't look like a boy at all. I looked like a cock starved preteen girl, and my uncle was noticing. He took the chain connecting the handcuffs in his hand and raised it up. "And these?" He chuckled. "Like mother like son I guess."
"Please, mike, I can't find the key, please help me get out of these!" I begged pathetically. My uncle just continued to stand there and stare at me. "Please, I know I'm in trouble, but if you could just help me-" Just then my uncle Mike slapped me, hard, across the face. I fell to the floor, my cuffed hands immediately up, rubbing my stinging cheek. I looked up at him from my knees on the floor, tears in my eyes.
"Okay, now listen up FAGGOT," He said menacingly, "I've always known you were a weak little wimp, but I didn't know just HOW much of a worthless sissy you really are. From now on, you're going to do exactly what I say, and then MAYBE I'll help you out of those handcuffs and get cleaned up before your mom comes home. Understand, bitch?" I couldn't believe how much his demeanor had changed. Gone was my fun uncle and he had been replaced by this hulking brute of a man who was scaring me to death. I nodded, and he slapped me again. "I asked you a question bitch, you will show me the proper respect. You will always answer yes or no and you will always refer to me as sir. Now, do you understand cunt?" I wiped the tears out of my eyes with my cuffed hands and meekly responded.
"Yes sir," I answered dejectedly. I was scared of my uncle and what he would do to me, which I assumed was going to be violent and horrible.
"Good girl. So here is how it is going to work from here on out. You're going to be my little bitch. You're going to dress up whenever we are alone together and do everything for me a girlfriend would do. If you're good I will keep your little secret, if you are not I will tell everyone what a little faggot slut you are and then I will just beat you and continue to force you to serve me. Your life is going to be very different from here on out cunt. If you understand and accept your new place as my little fucktoy you can start by crawling over here on your knees and getting my cock out. Come on bitch, now." I was frozen. I was terrified of the repurcussions of everyone finding out, but I was even more terrified of my uncle. He had already shown that he had no problems getting violent with me, and I was sure if I tried to resist him it would be even worse.
But at the same time, something else was happening to me. I had just noticed in that moment that my 4 inch little boy dick was still steel hard. This was everything I had been fantasizing about. My uncle was going to take me and make me his girl, and make me suck his cock, and probably even fuck me with it! I decided it would be best if I just did what he wanted for now. When mom showed I could tell her what about Mike raping me and she would obviously take my side and that would be the end of it. Resigned at least for now to my fate, I began crawling on my knees until I was underneath my uncle's towering frame.
"Mmmm, yeah, that's a good little boy bitch. You're not going to give me any problems are you?" He knotted his fingers in my hair and pulled my head back. "ARE you?"
"No sir," I answered, not taking my eyes from the considerable bulge in his pants.
"Good bitch. Hold on a minute." He reached in the pocket of his jeans and took out his camera phone and flipped it open. He pointed it at my face. "Okay, go ahead and take out my cock girl." I gulped and did what I was told. I brought my cuffed hands up and began to undo his belt. I was still very scared at this point, but I have to admit I was also excited. This was the first ever man cock I'd get to see in real life, and I wanted it. I unzipped his jeans and they fell to the floor, leaving just his briefs. I reached up and pulled down the waistband, and was smacked in the face with my uncle's fat cock. It looked huge. Almost as long as my forearm and so big around I didn't think I could get my hand around it. He laughed and got into a stance with his legs slightly spread, the lens of his phone's camera still trained on my face. "Alright sissy, start with my balls. Get your tongue on them and get them nice and wet." I did as I asked, my small pink tongue extended as I gave his hairy nutsack a light tongue bath. Mike almost purred as I began my work. "Fuck, that's nice cunt. Go on, give my big cockhead a big kiss." I shivered in pleasure, my uncles crude words working me into a frenzy. This was it. I gave his cockhead a kiss before I began to work my tongue around it, feeling the ridges of the big head and veiny shaft, feeling it unbelieveably get even longer and harder as I worked it. "Hnng, jesus. Alright that's enough playing around faggot, get it in your mouth now. Before you do though, look up at the camera and say, 'I'm uncle Mike's faggot girl and I love it." I stared up at him, wide-eyed. He wanted me to participate in my own humilation. I hesitated for a moment and this must have upset Mike, because he hauled back and backhanded me as hard as he could and I crumpled to the floor, tasting blood in my mouth. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up. "Say it, cunt. Say it or I'll make you really sorry you didn't." I was sobbing openly now but looked into the lens and quietly whispered,
"I loving being Uncle Mike's faggot girl."
"Louder, you piece of shit. And say it right or I will beat your ass black and blue."
"I'M UNCLE MIKE'S FAGGOT GIRL AND I LOVE IT!" I practically yelled.
"Good girl. You need to accept that I own you now, pussy. The only thing you can do to avoid more pain is to please me and do everything I say, got it?"
"Yes sir, I'm your little faggot girl."
"Good, now get your cocksucker back to work, bitch." He growled as he slammed the entire length of his big mancock into my tiny little preteen mouth, hands still wrapped in my hair. I gagged almost immediately but he didn't seem to mind, thrusting in further and further every time my throat tried to expel him. He began to saw his thick boysplitter in and out of my throat brutally, and it was all I could do to keep from suffocating, taking shallow little breaths when he pulled out. While fucking my face, the tip of his foot found my hard little boydick and he began to put light pressure on it while continuing his brutal assault on my crying face. "Yeah, I know faggot, you love this shit. I knew you did for awhile now, back when I first saw your online history." I looked up at him, shocked. His eyes met mine while he used my mouth to jack off. "That's right, bitch. You surprised? You really should hide your tracks better when you're spending all your time looking at filthy gay porn. Some of it surprised me a little, to be honest, the bondage and the spanking and the interracial stuff. You like black dicks little girl?" He pulled out of my mouth, "Answer me." At this point I had reached a sexual frenzy, the light touches of my boydick had kept me in overdrive for the length of his abuse.
"Yes sir I love black dicks," I answered almost mechanically, prepared to say anything as long he kept in me in that state of ecstacy.
"Well, don't worry, I'm sure we can find you some." he laughed, "I know what you're thinking bitch, but it's not going to work. I have internet history of you looking up faggy shit for MONTHS, and what do you think your mother is going to say when I show her this video of you choking on my cock and telling me how much you love black dicks and being my faggot girl? Well, do you really think she is going to believe I forced you? Nah, she's going to think you are a cock hungry little whore, which is exactly what you are, bitch." I was openly crying now, coming to realization that my uncle had me, and I was probably going to be in servitude to him for a long time. I couldn't go to my mother, he would just show her the video and all the sites I had been to. Meanwhile while all this was running through my head my poor little throat was still being violently raped by this man who I had ever only wanted to please. It seemed I would be pleasing him in a different way from now on, I thought, just before he ripped his cock out of throat. "Go and jerk your little girly dick bitch, I know you want too. Jerk your little clit and beg me for my cum. Make me believe you really want it." Well, that was going to be easy, because I did. At that moment in my life I wanted to taste his cum more than I wanted anything.
"Please uncle Mike sir, please give me your cum. I'm your little sissy girl and I want to taste your manly cum, please give me your cum and make me your bitch! Your whore! Anything just please give me your cum sir!" I begged while jacking my little dick, my other cuffed hand with two finger shoved firmly up my little boy cunt. This was apparently too much for my Uncle, who began to groan loudly while emptying shot after shot of hot man cum all over my face and outstretched tongue.
"Hold it there, bitch, don't swallow. Cum for me while swallowing my fucking jizz and thank me for it." And cum I did. I orgasmed harder and more intensly than I ever had before, shooting my load all over the flood under us. I dutifully swallowed my uncles load and looked up at the camera.
"Thank you for your cum sir," I said breathily, coming down from my intense orgasm. Uncle mike just laughed and wiped his cock clean in my hair and bent down and unlocked the cuffs with a key I didn't see him produce. He took the cuffs off and shoved them in a pocket and began to walk out.
"Remember the video and the internet history bitch. Remember what you are and what you are meant for. I own your faggot ass now, you're my little slave girl from now on. Be ready after bedtime tonight, be sure to wear something cute." He said and left closing the door behind him, leaving me on my breathless and on my knees covered in both of our cum. I had no idea what to expect tonight, but I knew for sure I'd be in something cute for him. After all, all I've ever wanted it to please my man.
STAY TUNED FOR PART 2