SEVEN
He brings me back into the house. And into a room which is actually. shit! . . a tiny movie theater! "Sometimes Dad gets entire movies and we can watch them just like in the movies. Go have a seat. I'll play one for you." He leaves me alone there for a while and then the screen lights up and holy, shit, he's playing the Wizard of Oz!!!!
Oh man, what a treat! Once the movie gets started he comes and sits with me. He hands me a coke to drink. Another treat.
About halfway through the movie he asks me what I'd want the wizard to give me, more brains, a bigger heart, or a lion's courage. "Silly question," I answered him.
"Well let's assume I'm the wizard. I'd give you my special version of all three things."
"Danny, I don't need any more brains. Kids hate me because I'm already too smart."
"No, you don't need more brains. But I'd put my dick in your brain so you'd be thinking of it even more than you already do," he says. I make a face. He slaps it. "don't disrespect me, faggot!"
I stay quiet and try to concentrate on the movie, but he is kind of rambunctious. After all, I have no idea how many times he's already watched the movie. It's only my second time. But I get an idea of something to say. "You don't need to do that, Danny. I'm already thinking of your dick all the time."
"Well then I'll stick it your heart so you are always in love not only with my dick but with every guy's dick. That's you, Gavin: love-sick for dick!" He laughs at his own joke and I chuckle along with him mostly because I know it's already true. "I knew that back in summer camp when I was only 12. I was already love-sick for dicks. Guys were always coming to me with their dicks sticking out wanting me to stroke them. And nobody ever called me queer or picked on me. One of the counselors used to take me out for ice cream after taps and I'd give him a hand-job while he was driving us back to camp."
"How old was the counselor?" Danny asked me. "Dunno. Maybe 20 or so."
"oh man, sick. A child molester! And he had you in his clutches."
"I didn't think he was molesting me, Danny. He was very good to me. I liked jerking him off. He had a real nice dick. Like yours."
"But you haven't jerked me off yet, faggot. After the movie, maybe."
This conversation was starting to turn me on. So I kept it going. "How about the courage? What would you do to increase my courage."
He got quiet. "So?" I whispered. He put his hand over my mouth. "SSHHE! I'm thinking. I think I'd make sure you never had to be afraid again. I'd pass a law that queers like you should always be treated good. As long as you do whatever we normal guys want you to do."
"Normal." That irked me.
And with that he takes my hand and puts it in his lap. "You brave enough to get me hard right here? I'll let you have it if you do."
Now the movie is completely forgotten. I feel around until I get his dick between my fingers and start toying with it, getting turned on like crazy when I feel it growing and I hear him starting to breathe heavy. "Gavin, you are such a good faggot for me. Treat me good, boy, but don't make me cum again. I want to wait until tonight."
He gets inspired, I guess, because he keeps rambling on. And everything he says turns me on like crazy. "If you do what I say like a good boy. I'll take good care of you, I promise. But you're mine, so I can do whatever I have to in order to you to keep you in line.. If you're gonna have my cock then I'm gonna have total control over you. I know I told Daddy that we're best friends, but you know damn well that's never been true. Sure I like you, Gavin, but you're a faggot just like you promised me you'll be. I'm gonna train you and teach you the way I want you to serve me."
He brings me back to the cottage and calls this this guy named Vic and makes arrangements for him to come over in about an hour. Then he calls Donny and invites him to come over to watch him "turn this brat into a permanent boy."
Donny? Shit, is he gonna be part of the deal now? I want to object, but in light of everything I've agreed to, I realize I don't have any right to object. I guess I should count myself lucky that he isn't inviting Andrew or his father to come watch me getting degraded the way he's planning to do to me.
He brings me back to the bedroom and stands up over me. I raise my eyes to look at him. He is so goddamned beautiful standing there, his golden body. I can see his dick is still hard in his boxers and I realize I want his dick so much I'll put up with all the rest of it. He looks into my eyes.
"O baby, there are tears in your eyes." He walks over to me and raises his hand. I flinch. "Relax, I'm not gonna hit you now. I just wanna wipe the tears from your eyes."
"You put them there, Danny," I say, not in an accusing way, just saying what's true, actually in a way that tells Danny how much I still admire him; no, that's not true: how much I fucking WORSHIP him.
"And I'm sure you'll have tears in your eyes plenty of times from now on. You're beautiful that way. All mine. That's the way it's gonna be. And once you're all shaved nice and smooth, the way I told you I want you to be, you'll find out just how good it will feel, how good it will be for you to stop having to pretend you're all grown up and mature."
Fuck! Why do those words get something spinning inside of me? Why don't I just get up and tell him to take me home?
He gets up and lies on the bed with his arms behind his head. "Get up and come over here, kid. Take a good look at what you can have. All of me, Gavin. You get to touch and taste every inch of me. Come on. Come take a good look at what I'm offering you, faggot. I was the best looking guy in our class and you knew it. I bet you thought of what I'd look like naked every time you jerked off in your bed at home." He's right. I did. But never in my wildest dreams did I imagine how awesome he'd look. Shit, I see the blond hairs in his armpits and my mouth starts watering. I want to bury my face in his pits and suck on them, lick them clean.
He's smiling now, obviously sure he's made his point. "come here, Gavin. Take a good look. You can touch me anywhere you want. Taste me anywhere you want. come on, boy, you've been dreaming of this for years now. And now you can have it. Isn't it worth having to put with maybe getting your ass spanked a little every now and then? Aren't I worth a lot more than that?"
I stand there looking at him, lusting for him with every ounce of my being.
"I can see it in your eyes, faggot, how much you want me. And guess what? I'm all yours. All yours to serve like a good queer boyfriend. Like my faggot slave. So use some of that courage I want you to have. come here, faggot. Eat me. Eat what you want like a good boy. Tell me you want to be mine."
I look him up and down. He's like a god to me. "Yes Danny, I want to be yours. Please, Danny, please let me be your faggot."
"Even if I want to hit you sometimes to make a point?"
I surrender. "Even then, Danny. Please?"
"Well then come over here and taste me somewhere. Anywhere you want, Gavin."
I take a deep breath and lean over him. He watches me, calmly, offering his whole body to me.
"Okay, I can do this." I say to myself. Slowly I lower myself down to him until at last I bury my face in his armpit and smell the little scent that's there. I stick out my tongue and lick it all over and get the feel of his hairs in my mouth. He moans and it spurs me on to suck him and run his pit hairs through my teeth.
"Oh yeah, baby. That's it. Your mouth and tongue feel so good. do the other one, would you, boy?"
I lean over even more and more to the other side while wrapping my hand around his chest to keep my balance. "Yeah, that's it, Gavin. Eat me. Eat my pit. Clean it up. It's sweaty and smells a little after my long day. Taste me good, boy. Eat my stink. It's there for you, Gavin. Nobody else gets to taste my pits. Just you, Gavin. Because you're mine."
If anyone saw me doing this they'd think it was disgusting. But it's Danny's pit, Danny's hairs, Danny's stink, and he wants me to have it, to get closer to him than anyone else has ever been. So I eat his pits and it's the best damn meal I've ever had. It's so damn good that
I don't even mind when all of a sudden he reaches down and starts spanking my ass again. How can I object? I deserve to be spanked. I'm craving the taste of another guy's body, the taste of his armpit, and I'm sucking it and eating it eagerly. It's as if I've lost all control. As if I've lost all my dignity. And it feels so damn good inside.
"That's real good, boy. Now suck my nipples. They're not as prominent as yours but they still like a little attention. Toy with them with your tongue, nibble lightly. See? They perk up too. Not only that, Gavin, but when you nibble on me this way it sends waves of pleasure through my dick. You see, faggot? Ultimately, it's all about my dick. It's all about my pleasure. That's why you're here now, Gavin. That's why I brought you here. To give me pleasure. My pleasure is your pleasure, boy. That's always the way it is with faggots like you."
He stops me and makes me roll off his body and lie at his side on my back. Danny gets up on his knees between my legs and looks down at me. He rubs my face with his hand.
"I have something to give you, little buddy. Something I've been saving up just for you. Watch my mouth."
I see him form a glob of spit on his lips. He lets it fall on my face and follows it with more drooling. Then he takes his hand and rubs his spit into my face. "There. You look so much better with your face shining with my spit. Open your mouth, Gavin. Let me give you some more to drink."
Why does this seem so hot to me, him spitting on me and drooling into my mouth? I open wide, wanting more and more of him, wanting to taste everything that comes from his mouth. "What a good boy you are, Gavin, drinking my spit and wearing it on your face. It makes you look so beautiful and appealing to me."
He starts slapping me as he keeps on bathing my face with his spit. Back and forth his hands slap my cheeks, knocking my face from one side to the other. I just lie there staring into his eyes, seeing how much they revel in taking possession of me, body, soul, and spirit..
I'm crying full out now. Danny mixes my tears with his spit. I realize he's being tender with me. He tells me how much he likes "marking" my face. It makes me cry even harder because I realize that I've crossed the Rubicon, so to speak. I've surrendered myself totally to him because it makes him so happy that finally he's been able to claim me for himself the way he always wanted to do. This feels so right, giving myself to him, surrendering to his will for me. I am his and it is so right. The only sad thought I have is that I'll have to go home soon and all this will be over until he summons me to return.
He caresses me. His hand moves down the length of my body until he reaches my pubic hair. "I know how much you like my blond body hair, baby, how much you like to see it and touch it and even take it into your mouth. Can you understand, Gavin, why this hair—he holds my pubes in his hand—has to be removed? Can you understand that you have to be bare so you can look like my boy? Can you see how wrong it is for you to have this unsightly dark hair preventing me from seeing every inch of your skin? Are you willing to let me have it shaved from your body so I can make you look perfect for me?"
"Only you should have hair, Danny. I understand now. Please have me shaved, Danny, so I can look smooth for you like a little boy? Please do that to me, Sir?"
He smiles at me and kisses me on the lips as he strokes the side of my face. "That's a good boy, giving yourself to me this way. It pleases me so much, boy, that things can be set right between us, that you'll always realize you're only a boy—my boy, my good boy. Soon all this unsightly man-hair will be stripped off you so you can become what I want you to be. It's almost time. Vic and Donny will be here soon. Don't be afraid to let them see you naked, Gavin. So soon it will be what I want it to be—a boy's body—my boy's boy body."
"Boy body." That's what I want to have. He gets up from the bed and gets dressed while keeping me naked. Somehow he's helped me be embarrassed, not because I'm naked, but because I have hair on my body which shouldn't be there, not if I want to belong to him. There's a knock on the door. Danny goes to answer and I hear them talking. I get up off the bed and kneel on the floor with my hands behind my head—it only feels right for me to take this position.
The three of them come in, all three of them well dressed, Vic, a much older guy, carrying a special case containing what he needs to get the job done. I'm trembling but keep my eyes lowered. Danny takes me by the hand and helps me stand up. I'm totally humiliated to be naked in front of Danny's older brother and this man I don't know.
Danny unlocks the door to what he called his "special room," and they bring me inside and lay me down on a table covered with black leather right next to a sink. Donny turns on the water and soaks a washcloth in the warm water and uses it to wet down the hair in my armpits. "Raise your arms over your head, boy, and let me hold them," orders Danny. He takes my two hands in his and stretches me a bit while Donny and Vic put shaving cream in my pits and then proceed to shave them bare, continually rinsing the razors in the warm water. I am completely conscious of how I'm being stripped of hair that I once was proud of but now and ashamed of because it hides my flesh from Danny's view. Soon, the job is done. Vic dries my skin and then rubs some kind of oil into each of my pits.
"You look so damn good like this, Gavin," says Danny. "I can't wait to see the rest of your bare."
I hear a buzz. Vic has an electric razor and he's using it on my pubes, shaving off most of the hair and just leaving me looking like I have a crew cut. They fix the table so I can sit up and meanwhile make me spread my legs as far as I can then strap them down in place. Next come the wet washcloths then the shaving cream. I can feel them scraping me bare with the razors and I can't help it when the tears start up again.
"Look at the fag crying," laughs Donny. "Didn't you realize this would happen, boy? Didn't you realize that only men can have hair around their dicks, but not around your little boy dick? Shit, Danny, you were right: the kid's got a boy dick, not a man's dick."
"Told you," says Danny. "Now soon it'll be boy bare like it should be." Vic is the only one shaving me now, very carefully, while Danny and his brother look on. "Yes!" says Danny. "Strip my faggot bare, the way he should be!"
"Donny, hold the boy's sac tight so I can get the few hairs on his balls," says Vic. Donny grabs my sac and it's the first time he's ever touched me, first time anyone has ever had my ball sac in his hand. Vic strips my balls clean right away. Then they remove the straps from my legs and make me get on all fours. Donny spread my legs apart again while Vic reaches between them to check out my taint and my crack.
"Nice smooth asshole," he says, "but there's a little bit on his taint. Gonna get it off right away." One more swipe of the razor and I feel tingly between my legs. Finally it's all done. Next thing I know I'm being oiled everywhere Vic shaved me. Then they have me stand. Danny takes his hands and caresses me everywhere I've been shaved. "So nice and baby smooth," he says.
"You'll have to touch it up every couple days," Vic tells him. "Hear that, Gavin?" asks Danny. "I expect you to take care of it when you're not with me. don't you ever present yourself to me again with any trace of hair on your body. Stay smooth. Little boy smoot. That's the way I want to see you all the time, Gavin. Got it?"
"Yes, Sir," I say through trembling lips.
"Reach down and feel yourself," orders Vic. "Feel how nice it is now." Donny chimes in: "Yeah, feel what a little boy you are now, all nice and smooth for Danny."
I do so and I have to admit that it feels really nice. Danny can tell. "See, boy? I told you it would be good for you to be this way—the way you've always been destined to be. Damn, I wish the guys in our class could see you like this!"
"Easily done," says Donny, who takes out a camera and takes photos of me, front and back, then makes me bend over so he can take a couple pics from behind. "Perfect! And your face isn't in any of the pics, Gavin, so don't worry about that."
I guess I should thank him for being so considerate, but at this point I don't think I should say anything lest I break down and start sobbing.
My transformation is complete. My life will never be like it was before I came here. It will never be the same again. And . . . . I have never felt happier or more fulfilled. I am Danny's boy now.
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