Reluctant Convert   1-3

Reluctant Convert
by Suzi K

Part One

"Look after things, David, won't you.  And you will be sensible?"
David's mother called anxiously from the car.  She was setting out
to her sister in Bradford who had fallen ill and needed looking after
and help with her two young children.  16 year old David was
being left behind. It was the first time he had been left on his own
and his mother was anxious.  "I've asked Harry, Mr. Adamson next
door to keep an eye on you. And if there are any problems you are
to go to him.  You're sure you can cope?"

David, standing on the kerb beside the car, reassured her, he was
excited at the prospect of having the house to himself.  He had no
intention of letting Harry Adamson nanny him.  

He was a tall well-built widower who had moved next door a few
months ago and a close friendship had quickly grown between the
sophisticated businessman and David's mother who was divorced
and rather bowled over by Harry Adamson's wealth and rugged
good looks.  David did not like him, was a little jealous of the big
man's relation with his mother.  He was intimidated by his air of
aloof sophistication, and there was something about the way he
looked at him that made him uneasy, a  speculative wondering glint
in his eye, as if he were asking himself some intriguing question.
He did not like the man's daughter Sally either, who seemed stuck
up, gave herself airs he thought;  fortunately she was usually away
at her boarding school and in the holidays she spent long weeks
with her mother in another town.  David meant to spend his days of
independence as if this neighbour did not exist.  Even as he stood
waving at his mother's departing car he was thinking about his
plans.  He went into the house and straight to his mother's drinks
cupboard, took out a bottle of whisky, fetched some ice and a glass
from the kitchen, switched on the television and settled on the sofa
to watch the day's episode of a late afternoon soap.  He had barely
sat down when the telephone rang.  Harry Adamson's cool, slightly
mocking voice, said "Hello David.  Your mother thought you
might be feeling a bit strange on your first evening alone in the
house.  Why don't you come and have some supper here. And you
could watch a video."

David thought quickly. "Thank you very much, Mr Adamson.  But
I am feeling quite tired and I thought I would go to bed early." 
"As you like David."  Mr Adamson sounded amused. "But if you
feel hungry or lonely remember you can change your mind."
David hung up hoping that was the last he would hear from the
intrusive neighbour.

Later, much later that night he was still in front of the television.
He had drunk a good deal more whisky.  The lights were off and
the curtains drawn.  He had loaded the video he had bought from a
boy in his form who had recently visited Amsterdam.  It was
labelled Circus Babes.  The screen recited numbers at him, then
stripes, then a warning in German that he did not understand, and
then a girl appeared on the screen.  She was young and naked, her
legs were spread and she was moaning and writhing; one hand
reached down to her cunt and she pressed a finger between the
lips and began rubbing up and down, the other took hold of her
right breast and caressed it and squeezed the nipple between
finger and thumb.  David gasped; he had never seen anything like
this before.  He reached down and opened his trousers and pulled
out his penis which was rapidly becoming hard. The girl's
writhing intensified, she lifted her body and thrust her hips at the
camera, her vagina and the long stroking fingers almost filling the
screen.  The scene changed, became a naked man on top of a
woman, fucking her. Shot from above and behind, it showed the
man's penis moving in and out of the woman as his buttocks
pumped up and down.  David began to stroke his penis, breathing
hard.  He lifted up from the sofa and pushed his trousers and
underpants down.  He had never been so excited in his life.

"So this is what you meant by tired, David."  He jumped in shock
and turned to  see the tall figure of Harry Adamson standing by
the door, in shadow, light from the TV flickering over his face,
which still showed a cool amusement. 

"Don't you dare move," he said crisply, switching on the light
moving swiftly across the room.  He took the remote control from
the sofa, pointed it at the set and switched off the film.  It all
happened so quickly, David was so shocked he could not speak.  
"Mmmister Add...," he stammered.   

"Shh!" the man laid his finger against his lips and looked down at
the teenager, at his penis still jutting up from between his thighs,
beginning now to soften and his hand still holding it.  "You were
having a good time," his gaze moved to the whisky glass beside
David and the open bottle on the occasional table and back to his
penis.  The boy blushed and began to pull up his trousers.  "I told
you, don't move." He produced a small black object and put it to
his face, and David realised too late it was a camera.  It flashed
once, twice, three times, as the big man moved swiftly, taking him
from different angles, making sure the whisky glass and the open
bottle featured in each shot along with his exposed penis and his
hand.  "And I shall take this too," He pressed the eject button and
the video cassette slid out into his hand.  "Your mother will need
the evidence."

"You mustn't.  Please Mr Adamson.  Don't tell mummy.  she
mustn't know."

"Don't tell mummy." The man mocked him. "Such a quiet boy,
she's always saying, and telling me what a sheltered life you've
led. Never any trouble.  Never go out at night.  No girl friend.
Such a mummy's boy.  Well, mummy's going to have quite a
shock, when she finds out what her darling boy is really like."

"Please, Mr Adamson, please."  He could not bear the thought of
his mother knowing, seeing the photographs, looking at the video.
Tears rose to his eyes as he imagined it.

Mr Adamson laughed.  "What a cry baby you are, David.  Just like
a little girl, for all that you've got one of those" - he pointed
disdainfully at the boy's now soft, shrunken penis lying between
his thighs.  "No! Don't put it away," he said as David once again
began to pull up his trousers.  "I need something to remind me
you're not a girl."  He stepped close to the boy and grabbed him by
his hair which long and black and curly and pulled his head back.
The sudden tug brought more tears to David's eyes.  Harry stared
down at the teenager's blushing face.  "Yes," he said, half to
himself, "Heart-shaped face, soft milky skin, long lashes, big blue
eyes, long curly black hair," he tugged it again.  "And such a sissy.
Except for this," his hand swept down and slapped the boy's penis.
"Except for this - and there's precious little of it - you might as
well be a girl."

David squealed and placed his hands protectively over his groin.
Tears were now streaming down his cheeks.  "Please, Mr
Adamson, please don't tell, I won't do it again, I promise."  Sobs
choked his voice.

The man laughed again.  "I'll make sure you won't.  If you want
me to keep this from your mother, you'll have to do what I tell
you."
The boy looked up, hope showing in his eyes.  "Anything, Mr
Adamson, I'll do anything if you don't tell mummy."

The man gave him a long measuring look which had something
threatening about it.  he stepped back and David noticed for the
first time that he was not wearing his usual clothes, but a long
black robe of some silky material.  "We'll see," he said.  "I'm not
promising anything.  Now stand up!"  He snapped out the last
words, his eyes glinting, the amused look replaced by one of
command.

David got up from the sofa, and began pulling up his trousers.
"Leave them as they are."  David looked at him wonderingly,
bemused. "But," he stammered.

"Do as I say. Let them go."  

The boy obeyed and his trousers and underpants dropped below
his knees.

"Now go into the kitchen, to the back door."  

He looked at him, bewildered.  "But how ... ?  I  can't."

"You will.  You'll see."  He reached down and took hold of
David's penis and began pulling him in the direction of the
kitchen.

He squealed in pain, and began to hobble behind Harry Adamson,
stumbling, almost falling, as his trousers and underpants worked
themselves down to his ankles.  "Please.  You're hurting me."

"Then do as I say.  Go to the kitchen, to the back door."  He
released the boy and he shuffled and hobbled to the door that led
out into the garden.  Adamson walked behind and when he paused
at the door, slapped him hard on his buttocks.  "Open it, you
stupid thing, and out, and through the gate to my house.  And be
quick about it." and slapped him again as he fumbled with the
handle of the door.  David cried out in shock, and hurried through
the sudden cold of the night air, to the back door of the
neighbouring house.  Adamson followed closely and David heard
his laugh.  "As I expected.  Such a plump girlish bottom." And he
pinched him there hard, making the boy leap forward as he opened
the door so that he fell into the kitchen, ending up on his hands
and knees.
"Don't waste time. Get up.  Move."  He pushed him with his foot. 
"W-where?"

"Up the stairs, and the door on the right.  Be quick now."  He
shoved him along and up the stairs, his big hands under David's
bottom cheeks.  He stumbled into the room and Adamson gave
him a final push so that he fell forward onto his face onto a bed.  

"But this is Sally's room."  David said.

"Of course it is and it's where you'll be staying until your mother
returns.  She's expecting me to ring and tell her how you're getting
on.  I shall say you were too nervous and frightened on your own,
so you'll be staying here.  She won't be surprised.  She's brought
you up to be such a sissy.  You'd better tell her the same, unless
you want her to know the truth about you."

David was silent, his face half buried in the soft bedclothes and
felt a hard slap on his exposed behind and cried out in shock. 
"You'll get a lot more of those on that girlish bottom of yours if
you sulk."

"But I wasn't sulking, Mr Adamson."

"Well, answer when you're spoken to"

He nodded.  "Yes, Mr Adamson."

"Yes, Mr Adamson, no Mr Adamson." he took hold of David's
hair and pulled his head back. "What's more," he said, "though I
don't expect you to say this to your mother, that kind Mr Adamson
is letting you sleep where you belong, not in the spare room, but
in a young girl's bedroom.  Do you understand me?"

"Yes, no. .... I don't know"  David was quite bewildered.  Full of
guilt and embarrassment, still terrified that his mother might find
out about him and the video, sprawled across Sally's soft bed in
Mr Adamson's house, his trousers and underpants round his
ankles, his naked bottom stinging still from Mr Adamson's slaps,
he did not know where he was or what was going on.  The man
saw his bewilderment and laughed at him.

"You'll understand soon enough.  Now get up and strip, take
everything off."

He hesitated for a moment, saw the man move to slap him again
and leapt off the bed hastily fumbled his way out of his clothes,
and stood naked, the soft bedroom carpet warm under his feet.  He
crossed his hands in front of his penis half in embarrassment,  half
in fear.

"It's a bit late for modesty, miss," Adamson said.  "You've been a
dirty little beast, haven't you, David?"

"Yes, Mr Adamson,"  He muttered miserably and hung his head
unable to meet his eye.

"So you'll have to have a bath before I can let you talk to your
mother."  He took the boy into the bathroom and made him run
the bath, and told him to get in and wash himself. David sat in the
hot water waiting for Mr Adamson to leave the room, but he sat
down on the end of the bath and lit a cigarette.  "I shall be
supervising you, David.  You can't be trusted on your own."

Shy and embarrassed at the man's watchful presence behind him
David was half-hearted with the soap and flannel. He heard a
sound of exasperation and felt a stinging slap on the face. He cried
out and the soap and flannel flew out of his hands.  "Is that how
you wash?  I believe you're deliberately defying me.  Now find the
soap and flannel and stand up."  His face red and burning
David\groped in the water and retrieved them and stood up and
gasped.  Mr Adamson was standing in front of him.  he had
removed the black robe and the boy was overwhelmed at the
well-muscled body, the strong arms, the broad shoulders the
gleaming pectorals.  The man's only clothing was a narrow thong
around his hips with a pouch that covered his penis and balls.
David gasped in shock, the pouch bulged out massively and the
boy could see the outline of his penis through the thin material.  It
was not erect but it was like a thick curving, terrifying snake.  Mr
Adamson ignored the boy's fascinated gaze.  "Give me the flannel
and the soap."  But David hardly heard, his gaze still transfixed
and the man slapped him again.  "Really David anyone would
think you'd never seen underwear before.  What a little hypocrite
I shall have to wash you myself and I can't do that in my robe."
He took the flannel and the soap and rubbed the boy's face
vigorously.  "Open your mouth," he said, and pushed the soapy
flannel inside until David gagged.  The taste of the soap was vile.
"You won't be so filthy again in a hurry."  Then he attended to the
boy's chest rubbing his nipples hard with the flannel.  The
sensation was painful but curiously pleasant, and to his horror,
David felt his penis beginning to harden.  It had just reached full
erection when the busy flannel had worked its way down to that
area of his body.  Really, David.  You are incorrigible.  I've seen it
once tonight and that was enough.  If you're trying to prove you're
a man, you won't convince me."  He twisted the flannel into the
semblance of a rope and struck the boy's penis three smarting
blows.  David gasped with pain and his penis immediately began
to wilt and soften.  "That's better," said Mr Adamson and took
hold of it firmly with one hand, and began rubbing it with the
flannel.  The cool firmness of his grip the friction of the cloth, part
rough, part slimy with soap was too much for the boy.  He
groaned with pleasure and his penis began to erect again, while he
still felt the smart of the blows.  "You're beginning to annoy me,"
said Mr Adamson and hit David's penis again, still holding it with
one hand, so that the pain and shock were greater.  Again it began
to soften and David said, "I couldn't help it," and began to cry.
The man ignored him and pulled his foreskin back and started
rubbing the head of his penis.  Again the sensations were
excruciating, delightful, painful at the same time.  "Really, David,
I'm beginning to think you are turned on by men."  Again he hit
the boy's penis, and again it started to wilt.  David was sobbing
uncontrollably now the pain, the humiliation, the embarrassment
and the excitement combining to produce an almost hysterical
state.  "You're such a sissy David.  Turn round now and lean
against the wall."  he took him by the hips and turned and pushed
his back down so that his bottom jutted out.  "Now stop that
sniveling.  I'll even be gentle."  He began to wash the boy's
bottom.  David couldn't see but it felt as if the man was washing
the cheeks with his strong  firm hands, softly stroking them.  Then
he pulled them gently apart and he could feel him soaping the
crack between them, focusing more and more upon his anus,
pressing the soap against the opening and turning and pushing it.
The sensation was delightful.  Horrified, David felt his penis
beginning to harden again.  Then he felt the roughness of the
flannel pressing hard against his anus, slowly pushing its way into
him.  Mr Adamson had wrapped it round a finger.  The boy
moved in alarm, but a hand on his back held him steady pressing
him to the wall.  "You must be thoroughly clean," he said
worming the flannel further inside him, then pulling out and
pushing in again.  The boy's alarm dissolved in the exciting
sensations.  Without knowing it he began moving his hips in
response to the finger.  Abruptly it was withdrawn, strong hands
on his hips spun him round and held him. David's hands flew
down to protect his penis.  "Please, Mr Adamson I can't help it
Please don't hit me again."  He fell forward against the big man's
chest sobbing hysterically.  The man put an arm round him.  "All
right, David.  But you are behaving very oddly - for a boy."  His
voice was deep and warm and oddly comforting.   "Stand up now.
I'm getting wet.  Get out of the bath."  David climbed out of the
bath, sobbing still, but less uncontrollably.  He was shaking
though the bathroom was very warm.  Mr Adamson wrapped a
large warm white bath towel around the boy and began to dry him.
"You know David," he said as he rubbed with the towel, "I'm
getting more concerned about you by the minute.  Getting turned
on like that.  For all the world like a girl with a finger up her
pussy.  And look at this now," he was drying the boy's chest and
pressed the towel below the boy's nipples and pushed upwards.
"Look at these, like a young girl's breasts."  David looked down
and saw that the pressure had created two soft mounds of flesh
with his nipples standing out at the peaks.  
"I'm sorry," David muttered.

Mr Adamson laughed.  "My daughter Sally had a pair just like that
two years ago and she was thrilled to bits with them.  Flaunted
them about the house in little lace bras.  Got a few pairs still, up
here in her room.  These tender white things you've got would
look very fetching in black lace."  And he moved his hands up
over the towel and grasped the white mounds of flesh in his big
hands, moving the thumbs caressingly across the  pink nipples.
"And bless me if they don't feel just like a young girl's tits."

"Please, Mr Adamson, don't."  David stepped awkwardly away.
The towel fell to the floor between them, and Mr Adamson
laughed again. "Don't, Mr Adamson," he said mockingly.  "You
seem to like it well enough."  He pointed and, sure enough,
David's penis had begun to stir, was half erect.

David blushed.  "Please can I get dressed now."

"We'll both get dressed," said Mr Adamson, turning away and
picking up his black robe;  as he turned David noticed again the
man's enormous penis outlined in the black pouch and it seemed
to have grown even larger, to be swelling even as he saw it
outlined against the white tiles of the bathroom wall.  Again the
sight, brief glimpse that it was, fascinated him.

They went back into Sally's bedroom and with relief David picked
up his trousers and underpants.  "What do you think you're
doing?" asked Mr Adamson.  "You're not wearing those again.  I
want to keep an eye on you."  He opened a drawer in the wardrobe
and rummaged about in it.  "Perfect," he said.  "Put this on," and
tossed something across the room to David, who was still holding
his trousers.  It landed on his shoulder, something filmy and black
and very light.
"I can't wear this. It's for a girl."  David was dismayed.

"Don't make me angry again David.  Do as you're told.  I want to
keep an eye on that part of you that has been misbehaving, the part
that got so excited about the video and has gone on misbehaving
ever since."

"But ..."

"There's nothing to make such a fuss about.  The central heating's
on, the house is as warm as toast.  We're going downstairs to
phone your mother, and I want to be sure you're not being
indecent. Now put it on at once."

Slowly David pulled the garment over his head.  It was far worse
than he had thought.  Almost transparent, the filmy black material
was a shorty nightie that barely reached his thighs.  He looked
despairingly at Mr Adamson.  "Please. It's so short and ..."
Mr Adamson laughed.  "And I can see through it.  Yes.  That's the
idea.  Have a look at yourself."  He pulled open a wardrobe door.
There was a full-length mirror on the inside face.  David saw his
slim body outlined through the transparent black mesh, his nipples
prominent dark points, his groin, shadowy, mysterious, his penis
clearly visible.  He was shocked.  He found the sight erotic.  Mr
Adamson's voice woke him from an absorbed stare.  "Very
fetching you look too.  Goes very well with that pale skin of yours
and that long curly black hair.  Girly black hair."  He laughed.
"But I'll take pity on you."  He opened another drawer and said,
"You can wear these; I'll still be able to see if you get up to
anything."  It was a pair of red panties.  They were made of satin
trimmed with lace and there was very little of them.  David
blushed as he took them.  "Put them on.  Hurry now, it's getting
late."  And David had another shock, there was even less of the
panties than he had thought, for, as he pulled them on, there
seemed to be room for a third leg and he saw that there was a
great gaping hole at the crotch and that, too, was edged in lace.
Mr Adamson chuckled.  "Yes, crotchless panties.  You won't be
able to get away with anything wearing those."  His voice
changed.  "Downstairs now, David," and grabbed the teenager by
the arm and shoved him out of the bedroom door.  

Mr Adamson telephoned David's aunt's house in Bradford.
David's mother had arrived safely, but was in the bath and would
ring back in half an hour.  David and Mr Adamson sat on the sofa
beside the telephone waiting for the call.  David was worried
about the shortness of the nightie, even shorter now that he was
sitting down and kept tugging at it and then his penis kept slipping
out of the slit in the panties.  Mr Adamson observed his
embarrassment and seemed amused.  Then he said, "Stop fiddling.
Pulling at it won't make it longer, and if you tear it, you'll be in
real trouble.  And stop playing with yourself.  If you touch your
cock again, I'll tie your hands together."  David quickly put his
hands by his sides.  Mr Adamson smiled and sipped from the
drink he had made himself
"While we're waiting David, I want to talk to you seriously about
your behaviour this evening.  Your mother trusted you.  She was
worried that you might find it difficult to cope on you own.  But
she didn't dream of what I found you engaged in.  Stealing her
whisky was bad enough, of course, but worse was that video and
what you were doing.  If I'm not to tell your mother, which is what
I really ought to do, I'll have to deal with you myself.  Now, first, I
want you to tell me where you got the video."

Silence.  David could not speak.

Mr Adamson's hand flashed out and slapped his face. "I'll get it
out of you.  Better speak now before worse follows."  And he
slapped David again, holding him by the shoulder so that he could
not move away.  David began to cry.  "I bought  it."

"Where?  From whom?"

Silence only the sound of David sobbing.  He felt strong hands on
his waist lifting him as if he were a feather, and he found himself
across the man's knee, head down, his legs trapped between his
thighs.  The nightie was lifted, a hand pressed on his back while
the other pulled the panties down to his thighs.  "I see you want to
be spanked on your bare bottom," said Mr Adamson as delivered
the first stinging slap.  "I should have brought Sally's hairbrush
down," accompanied the second.  "In fact when I've reached
twenty five," the third, "I shall go and fetch it and you'll find out
what the bristles feel like on that tender skin." Four, five and six.
The slaps rang out rhythmically.  David was sobbing loudly now
and crying out that he would tell.  But Mr Adamson didn't hear
him, or pretended not to and continued spanking until David's
white bottom had turned a dark, flaming red in the dim light. 

"So you're ready to tell me how you acquired the video."
David told how he had bought it from a fellow student at his
school who had been to Amsterdam, and hesitated about revealing
the name, but another slap from Mr Adamson and the threat of
more persuaded him.

"Andrew Crowley," said Mr Adamson musingly his hand resting
on David's bottom.  "I suppose I'll have to inform his parents.
This sort of thing must be stopped."

David, still weeping, helplessly pinned across Mr Adamson's
knee, his bottom aflame, head hanging down inches above the
carpet, feeling as if it would burst, was horrified anew.  "No.
Please. You mustn't.  Everyone would know I'd told."

"Well, what of it?"  Mr Adamson hand was absently stroking
David's bottom.  "What if they did know?"

"I'd be finished.  They don't like me as it is, they make fun of me."

"Do they now?  And why is that?"  The fingers of the stroking
hand strayed between his hot, smarting  buttocks.  It felt cool.
soothing and somehow exciting.

"I don't know.  Because I don't do sport, play football, I haven't
got a girlfriend and mummy doesn't like me to go out at night."

"In other words they think you're a sissy."

"Yes," said David.  He was not thinking of his answer. The hand
absent-mindedly stroking his bare bottom was having an effect in
spite of his discomfort. David felt his penis beginning to stir
against Mr Adamson's knee and was terrified at the idea that the
man would see and mock and punish him.  "Please let me up now
Mr Adamson.  I've told you everything."

"Perhaps you have - for the time being, at least.  But remember I
can do a lot worse if ever you try to keep things from me."  The
man released the boy and taking him by the waist lifted him and
stood him between his knees.  "Now pull those panties up. And sit
down."  He patted the sofa beside him.  

The boy winced as the rough material of the sofa came into
contact with his sore and inflamed bottom.  The red panties were
no great protection.

"Sore are you?"  Mr Adamson's deep tones were sympathetic.  
"Well, I'll help you out.  I can be kind, and you have been
co-operative."  Once again he took the boy by the waist lifted him
and placed him on his lap, but sitting across the man's powerful
thighs, his bottom protruding beyond them.  "There, that's better,
isn't it.  Well, what do you say?"

"Thank you, Mr Adamson."  David was thoroughly bewildered.
In his wildest dreams he could never have imagined that he would
be sitting across a man's lap, dressed in a transparent filmy nightie
that barely reached his thighs and red crotchless panties, and
expressing gratitude because his thoroughly spanked, sore
inflamed bottom, protruding over the edge of the man's thighs,
was spared the pain of bearing his weight.

"I should think you're grateful.  Gives this sore little bottom a bit
of air."  And he patted it gently. Then the telephone rang.  Mr
Adamson made no move to answer it; instead he picked up
something with a long trailing wire and held it up.  "An earpiece,"
he said as the phone rang again. When you talk to your mother I
shall be listening in.  Where she's concerned you are not to be
trusted." Then he picked up the phone and began talking to the
boy's mother, explaining how David came to be staying in his
house.  "The poor thing came knocking on my door as soon as it
grew dark.  Tears in his eyes.  He said he was frightened, had
passed a couple of rough-looking men loitering in the street
outside.  Thought they were going to break in and kidnap him."
As he spoke, the hand that was patting David's bottom began to
stroke it.  Somehow the fingers had strayed inside the opening of
the crotchless panties and the hand was gliding over the hot bare
skin.  Once again David found himself fighting against the
exciting sensations aroused by this absent-minded caress.  "Of
course, he'll be allright here.  I'll look after him," said Mr
Adamson.  "But he can talk to you and tell you himself."  Mr
Adamson handed the phone to the boy.  "Here he is."  

"Hello mummy," said David, uncomfortably aware that the cool
soothing fingers on his bottom were beginning to arouse his penis.
His mother said how sorry she was to leave him on his own,  but
he could hardly focus on her words.  He could feel his penis
swelling and brushing against the opening of the panties, and then
the coolness as it emerged into the air.  "What a silly thing you
are," said his mother, "to be frightened of rough men. Why ever
would they kidnap you?"

He felt the caressing hand on his bottom and then something new
the warmth of Mr Adamson's breath against his ear and the man's
murmuring voice dark and warm as his breath as he ordered,
"Tell her you thought they might do things to you."  

Hypnotised, wholly under the spell of this man, David obeyed.
His voice quivered as he repeated the words the man had breathed
into his ear.  He was overcome by mixture of unfamiliar feelings,
the insistent hand stroking his bottom, calming, soothing, but
terribly exciting, terror lest Mr Adamson should notice his penis
jutting out of the panties, and yet a half-comforting,
half-frightening sense of being wholly in the man's power.

"You're far too sensitive, darling," said his mother.  "What on
earth did you think they would do to you?" 

Again Mr Adamson's voice murmured into his ear, instructing
him what to say.  He felt the man's lips as  he spoke and now and
then his tongue touching the sensitive inner flesh, and he shivered,
but he obeyed, his voice shaking even more.  "I heard them say I
was pretty and they were going to have me."

He heard his mother's sharp intake of breath at these words.  "Oh
darling! I am sure you misheard them. You are very pretty to be a
boy, I know; but that's a good thing.  Don't be frightened.  You're
safe now with Harry, with Mr Adamson.  He's very strong and
kind.  He'll look after you, put you to bed, even give you a cuddle. 
It sounds as if you could do with one.  I must go now.  Alice is
calling me.  I'll talk to you tomorrow.  Be obedient and do what
Harry tells you."

The conversation ended, and as Mr Adamson replaced the
receiver his hand brushed against David's erect penis.  "What's
this?" he said.  "A cockstand because your mother's on the phone? 
I don't believe it."  The hand on David's bottom tightened in anger
and squeezed the sore flesh.  David yelped.

"It's not like that, Mr Adamson.  I can explain.  I couldn't help it
really I couldn't,"  he pleaded his hands over his groin
protectively, almost hysterical with fear lest the man strike his
penis again.
"Allright, allright," said Mr Adamson.  "I want to get to the
bottom of this," and he relaxed his hold on David's bottom and
patted it.  "If it wasn't talking to your mother that's excited you
like this then it must have been the idea of rough men using you. 
Is that what turns you on?"
"No, no," said David desperately.  "I only said it because you told
me to."

"And why do you think I told you to say it?  Because I wanted to
see if it turned you on.  All evening I've been noticing how
feminine you are and I wanted to test it out. and this is the result.
"But it's not like that.  Really, Mr Adamson, please believe me."
"I'd like to, David, but you've shown yourself so deceitful that it's
very difficult.  And don't think that I really believed you were
staring at my underwear in the bathroom earlier on.  You were
looking at my cock.  Can you deny it?"

David didn't.  He was too shocked.  He stared up at Mr Adamson.
"Don't look at me with those big innocent eyes as if you don't
know what I'm talking about.  The way you looked at my cock, it
was hungry, like a girl who wants to feel it inside her.  You were
almost licking your lips."

"It's not true.  It's not true."

"Are you sure of that?  Are you willing to put it to the test?"
As he said this he lifted David from his lap and set him standing
between his wide-spread thighs.  He stared challengingly into the
boy's eyes.

David couldn't meet that mocking, questioning, yet serious gaze
and looked away.  "How do you mean put it to the test?"

"I'll show you." Still holding him by the waist he pressed David
down until the boy was kneeling between his legs.  "I just want
you to look and answer my questions."  With that he untied the
belt that held his robe together and slowly pulled it open, exposing
once again the black pouch that barely managed to contain the
great serpent of the his penis, barely a foot away from the boy's
eyes.  David, shocked, tried to move away but Mr Adamson took
hold of his hair and held his head motionless.  "You stared at it
hard enough before; it's too late to pretend.  Have you never seen a
man's cock before."

David shook his head as much as the grasp on his hair allowed. 
"No, Mr Adamson."  He was shocked and bewildered.  The
enormous penis as much exposed as hidden by the thin material
that strained to cover it seemed to be stirring slightly. 

"So you've never see a grown man's erection. Well this will be
your first time then."

With fear and astonishment David saw the man's penis swelling
and straightening, like a live thing waking within the confinement
of the pouch.  Mr Adamson pushed the pouch down uncovering
the flesh of it as it began to rear up, gradually reaching its full
size.  The enormous ruby head was almost touching David's face.
He stared, his eyes enormous, his mouth falling open.  "So what
does that make you feel?"  David did not hear the question, did
not realise that Mr Adamson was no longer holding him by his
hair.  There was silence for a minute while Mr Adamson looked at
the boy's rapt face.  Then abruptly he pulled the edges of his robe
together hiding the enormous penis, breaking the spell.  "I asked
you a question, miss,"  he said, "and you answered it without
saying a word."  He laughed.

David blinked and looked up.  "But I didn't hear the question," he
said.

"Exactly, because you were in dreamland staring at my cock,
couldn't make up your mind whether you wanted to kiss it or sit
on it.  You're masquerading as a boy; you look like a girl and your
desires are those of a girl."  He hauled the boy to his feet and
looked at him ignoring David's protests that he was a boy.  "And
what's more," he added, looking  him up and down, and licking
his lips "you're dressed as a girl.  I made you wear those things for
other reasons, as you know, but I see I made the right choice.  You
should always be dressed as a girl.  As for this," he reached
forward and grabbed hold of the boy's penis still protruding
through the slit in the crotchless panties, but subsiding now from
its excited state.  "As for this it's no more than a pretty little 
ornament."

Hopelessly David repeated that he was a boy not a girl.  He could
not understand how he had come to be in this position between
Mr Adamson's muscular thighs, dressed in a transparent nightie
and crotchless red panties, his penis held by this contemptuous
man who was so unerringly challenging his masculinity.  He was
beginning to doubt it himself. He felt his penis stiff again in the
man's grasp. "Please, don't do that," he said weakly.

He felt himself being pulled closer and closer to the man whose
other hand reached round and clasped his bottom.  He heard
Adamson's voice "Your mother suggested I should give you a
cuddle.  Perhaps this is what she had in mind."  And the man's
mouth pressed against his and he felt the tongue pressing against
his lips and snaking inside his mouth as he opened it to protest.  A
hand on his back crushed him to Harry Adamson's chest while the
other caressed his bottom.  Against his will he felt his body
responding, his arms going round the man's neck and his bottom
pushing against the caressing hand.  Then overcome with nervous
excitement and a passion he wanted to resist, his mind and body
in turmoil, he fainted.
_____________

He opened his eyes.  He was lying in a bed, Sally's bed, in Sally's
room.  Mr Adamson was sitting in a chair beside him looking
concerned.  "A bit too much for you was it," he said and his voice
was kind and reassuring.  "Well, we won't say any more about it
for now.  It's late and you've had an emotional evening, a good
sleep will do you good.  And perhaps tomorrow we can make a
fresh start."  The events of the evening came flooding back to
David and he blushed intensely, seized by a mixture of
embarrassment and shame.  Mr Adamson, still dressed in his
black robe, smiled at him.  
"I thought if I read to you for a while it might calm you down, 
help you to sleep.  Would you like that."

David nodded.  He had not been read to sleep for years, but he
thought it would take his mind off the events of the evening.  "I'd
like that," he said shyly, and thought how kind and understanding
Mr Adamson could be. 

Mr Adamson picked up a book from the floor beside him.  "This
is one of Sally's - a romance, I expect.  It doesn't matter, the main
thing is to get you off to sleep."  He began to read.  The book was
indeed a romance.  David was only half-listening, letting himself
be soothed by Mr Adamson"s deep rich voice which flowed over
him like a dark tide.  How different he could be, David thought,
remembering how cruel and stern the man had been earlier.  He
smiled to himself and turned on his side and was abruptly shocked
out of his dreamy state.  While he was reading Mr Adamson had
spread his legs and leant back in the chair and pushed his knees
forward until they touched the side of the bed and in doing so his
robe had fallen open exposing his enormous penis.  He no longer
wore anything under the robe and the penis hung down like a
thick piece of rope between the well-muscled thighs over his
enormous balls.  Once again David was reminded of a sleeping
snake.  It was dangerous and somehow attractive.  Mr Adamson
turned a page and looked up and saw the direction of the boy's
fixed gaze.  
Still reading, he reached across and twitched the bed clothes off
David's body and saw that the boy's hand in his dreamy state had
reached between his thighs and was holding his penis which
protruded from the opening in his panties.  He dropped the book
on the floor and stood over the boy.  "I'm disappointed in you
David," he said his face growing stern.  "It seems that all you can
do is think about my cock which as I see turns you on.  I said you
were a girl.  You seem to be obsessed."

David was close to tears.  "It isn't like that, really it wasn't," he
said and wished he hadn't looked at Mr Adamson's cock.  But it
was so large, so unavoidable.  "I'm sorry.  Please don't hit me."

The man was still angry.  "I sat here reading you to sleep, hoping
we could put all that behind us and make a fresh start tomorrow.  I
thought how sweet and innocent you looked and perhaps I'd
misjudged you after all.  But no, after all, you're cock-mad.  You
were going to spend the night dreaming of sucking men's cocks
and masturbating.  Well I won't have it.  Turn over.  Lie on your
back."  While David obeyed he took some of Sally's stockings
from a drawer in the chest beside him. "In the middle of the bed,"
he added and lifted David up and placed him where he wanted.
Then he climbed on the bed and knelt astride the boy's pink
hairless chest.  He flinched as the big man loomed over him and
put his hands protectively across his face, whimpering in fear.

"Don't be such a sissy," said Mr Adamson,  "I'm not going to slap
you.  I'm just going to make sure you don't get up to anything
during the night.  I shall tie your hands to the bedhead.  Lucky that 
Sally wanted one of those old-fashioned brass bedsteads."  As he
spoke he took the boy's hands one by one and tied a stocking
round each wrist. But David hardly heard a word.

To the boy's horror, Mr Adamson who had not bothered to close
his robe was so positioned that his penis hung over the boy's face,
and as he moved in tying a stocking around each wrist his penis
bobbed and touched first David's nose, then his cheeks and then
his lips.  Whether it was the man's accusation that he wanted to
suck cocks, something that David had never thought of till then,
or something else, he didn't know, but the boy felt a almost
irresistible desire to open his mouth and let the penis slide
between his lips and to suck it like a lollipop.  He had almost
given way when to his mixed relief and regret the man's
movements made the penis move away from the boy's mouth.

"I don't want you to be more uncomfortable than necessary so I'm
just making sure that you won't be able to reach down there to
masturbate in the night."  Mr Adamson's voice came from above
him as he secured the other end of each stocking to the top of a
brass bedpost just below the shiny brass ball that surmounted it.  
In doing this he leant further across than before and his penis
trailed across David's face coming to rest on his lips once again. 
And this time David could not resist.  He did not give way
completely, but could not help letting his tongue slip between his
lips and giving Mr Adamson's cock a long caressing lick. 
The man drew back and looked down at the boy's face.  "Well, I'm
damned," he said.  "What a randy little bitch you are."  He
sounded almost amused.

David's face was red with shame and embarrassment.  "I didn't
mean to ...  I couldn't help it," he stammered.  "Please don't be
angry with me again."

"Well, we shall see," said Mr Adamson, and leant forward again,
very deliberately, so that his penis trailed once more across the
boy's face.  David shut his eyes.  "Please, don't."  He tried to push
the man away but his wrists were securely tied and he could raise
his hands no more than a few inches above the pillow. He felt the
soft cool weight of Mr Adamson's cock trailing smoothly across
his cheeks and his body quivered and shook as it moved across his
eyelids.  Mr Adamson's hand was guiding its track over his face. 
Now it moved tantalisingly quickly across his mouth.  Now it was
on his eyelids again.  Now suddenly it was gone.  David opened
his eyes and saw it above him inches away and it was swelling
once more.  The great purple head was rearing up between Mr
Adamson's fingers, and then he pointed it downwards and as
David closed his eyes it touched his lips and without thinking,
without giving himself time to make a choice the boy opened his
mouth and the engorged head of the swelling penis head began to
push its way in between his lips.

David whimpered at the first taste of the man, and ran his tongue
over the smooth alien body in his mouth.  He felt abysmally
ashamed and terribly excited.  From above him but as if very
distant he heard Mr Adamson's voice.  "That's what you wanted
all along, you little cocksucking bitch.  That's right use your
tongue."  The soft yet hard penis pushed its way to the back of
David's mouth and he almost gagged but then it withdrew and, as
if afraid that it would leave him, he sucked at it, raising his head a
little from the pillow.  Then it pushed into his mouth again,
slowly, deliciously until once again he almost gagged and it
withdrew.  The next time he sucked he licked furiously pressing
his tongue into its soft firmness.  Then abruptly he was bereft, the
thing was gone.  He opened his eyes and looked up, his expression
showing deprivation and disappointment.  Mr Adamson was
watching him intently and nodded.  "Yes, my girl, you really have
given yourself away."  

He got off the bed and stood beside it looking down at the boy, at
his hands lying on the pillow beside his head secured to the brass
bedposts by nylon stockings, his pale, heart-shaped face framed by
curly black hair, his big blue eyes staring up piteously up at the
man, filmed with tears, the red lips which had so recently enfolded
his cock, parted now as if the boy wanted to say something but
could not speak, the slim body outlined through the transparent
black nightie rucked up now above the red satin panties through
which his penis still protruded, still erect, at the slim thighs and
long legs lying passive against the sheet. "That's enough for
today," he said.  "I shall leave you to sleep now if you can and to
lick your lips at the thought of men's cocks if you can't.  I've made
sure you won't be able to do anything else.  Have you anything to
say to me before I go? The boy shook his head, still staring at the
man out of eyes from which tears were now flowing.  "Well then,
good night.  I shall see you in the morning."  The man switched
off the light and went out leaving the door open through which the
dim bulb on the landing cast a shadowy, uncertain light.

David lay in the semi-darkness his eyes still wide open, crying
silently.  He was shocked, horrified by what had just happened. 
He could not understand himself and the desires that had suddenly
revealed themselves to him; could not understand the mixture of
emotions, joy, excitement, terror that had seized him when Mr
Adamson's cock had slid between his lips.  The memory made
him shudder as that feeling returned for a moment; then he felt
revulsion - at himself.  Why had he felt so bereft when he had
been deprived of that cock in his mouth, why had he wanted
nothing so much as to feel his lips around it again?  How could he
have desired such a thing?  And still desire it?  He asked himself
the question and could not answer it.  But he did not want to
desire it.  He would not give way again.  Somehow he had been
tricked into letting that beautiful cock into his mouth.  But he
would not let it happen again.  Tomorrow would be different.  The
resolution comforted him and his tears ceased to flow, and
gradually he fell asleep.  He did not know what he dreamed about,
for, in the morning he had forgotten.

Harry Adamson did not go to bed for some time.  He sat
downstairs on the sofa for more than an hour drinking and
smoking and though his eyes were open he did not see the room
around him.  He too, was remembering the evening, remembering
how the boy's mouth had felt around his cock.  He too, was
making plans for tomorrow and a smile played around his lips and
under his black robe his cock grew hard.



Reluctant Convert – by: Suzi4th 

Part 2

David woke to bright sunlight and a gentle stroking of his forehead. It 
took him a moment to register that he was not in his own bed but next 
door in Sally's, in her father's house, and that Mr Adamson was stroking 
his forehead. He was sitting in the same chair as last night and David 
blushed a deep red as he remembered all that had happened. Mr Adamson 
smiled at him as he stirred and tried to move his hands and found he 
could not, that they were still tied to the brass bedposts, a vivid 
memento of the night before.

"We'll soon release you from bondage, sleepyhead. And then breakfast." He 
was dressed in casual clothes, a pair of jeans and a white T-shirt that 
was tight over his muscular chest and arms. He was in a genial mood and 
chattered as he untied the knots that bound the boy. "I hope you're not 
as hard to wake every day." He rubbed David's wrists. "No harm done. And 
I've brought up breakfast for you." He gestured to a tray on the bedside 
table. "Come on now. Get yourself straight." He arranged the pillows 
behind David and adjusted the halter-neck of the nightie, reminding the 
boy he was dressed in a semi-transparent shortie nightdress and open 
crotch red panties. He wriggled in embarrassment and shame, but Mr 
Adamson appeared to notice nothing.

"Don't imagine I'll bring you breakfast in bed every day," he said as he 
placed the loaded tray on the boy's lap. "I thought you could do with a 
bit of pampering after last night. I gave you a bit of a hard time, I'll 
admit. Not that you didn't deserve it. And don't suppose for a moment 
that it's all forgotten. We're going to have a serious talk later, you 
and I." He poured milk from the little jug into the bowl of cereal. "Come 
on you must be hungry after all that emotion. I've never seen anyone cry 
so often." 

David ate his cereal and drank a glass of orange juice. He even ate a 
slice of toast. All through his breakfast Mr Adamson continued to talk in 
the same friendly way, seeming not to expect any response from the boy. 
He couldn't speak, and Mr Adamson knew it, just as he had known he would 
be hungry. 

David had prepared himself to face the man of last night, the man of the 
black robe who had mocked and frightened him, who had spanked him 
ignominiously and made him cry, who had dressed him in a nightie and 
panties and treated him as a girl, who had made him doubt his maleness 
and had tempted him into sucking his cock. But the man who had woken him 
and brought him breakfast in bed, this genial man talking away in the 
sunny room, was entirely different. He could not be defiant or surly in 
the face of this open-hearted kindness and concern for his comfort. The 
sunshine, along with Mr Adamson's friendliness began to dissolve David's 
determination.

There was nothing for him to resist. The previous night now seemed almost 
like a dream; the black robe and the terrifying thing it had hidden had 
no place in this bright morning. Involuntarily David glanced at Mr 
Adamson's crotch. The monster was still there he could see its outline 
clearly swelling the tight blue denim along the inside of the man's left 
thigh. It was still imposing but, imprisoned by the blue denim it seemed 
safe, unthreatening, contained by the everyday. 

Suddenly aware of the direction of his gaze, and not sure how long he had 
been staring, he looked up guiltily at Mr Adamson's face. But he had 
noticed nothing. He was saying, "Well, if you've finished your breakfast, 
perhaps you'd like to get up. Have a shower and join me downstairs. I 
thought we could go for a drive into the country, have lunch in a pub 
somewhere." He took the breakfast tray and stood up.

Awkwardly, David said, "Thank you for the breakfast, Mr Adamson, it was 
very kind of you."

"Not at all. We got off to a bad start yesterday. It couldn't be helped, 
I had to intervene for your mother's sake as well your own. But today's 
another day. I hope it will be a better one - for both of us." He turned 
away. "I'll leave you to it," he said. "Don't be long," and went out of 
the room. 

As soon as he was gone David bounded out of bed, overjoyed to be 
unsupervised, trusted by this man whose good opinion, surprisingly, he 
found himself anxious to win. He threw off the humiliating nightie and 
the panties and hurried into the bathroom where he showered quickly and 
brushed his teeth. In five minutes he was back in the bedroom ready to 
dress in his own clothes. But he could not find them. They had been lying 
on the carpet last night, where they had fallen when he had been hurried 
out of them. Mr Adamson must have tidied them away. But where? He looked 
round the room. 

They were not visible. He opened the wardrobe door. There were rows of 
Sally's dresses, skirts, on the floor were high-heeled shoes and boots, 
but no sign of his own clothes. He pulled open the drawers in the chest, 
stockings, bras, panties, slips, feminine lingerie, but nothing of his. 
At a loss, he stood uncertainly in a shaft of sunlight by the open door 
of Sally's bedroom wondering what he should do.

Irresolute, he called out, "Mr Adamson, please, I can't find my clothes." 

Distantly downstairs he heard, "Didn't hear that. I'll be with you in a 
second."

Then there was the sound of plates clashing and a cupboard door slamming 
shut, and Mr Adamson, still holding a tea towel, came bounding up the 
stairs. He caught sight of David in the doorway, naked, the sunlight 
creating a halo around his body, and came to an abrupt halt. For a moment 
words failed him. If David has been looking at him he would have seen his 
face take on an expression of the purest lust. But David's eyes were cast 
down in shyness, and his hands crept in front of him to cover his groin. 

The man quickly recovered himself and the look of genial good humour 
which had reigned over breakfast returned. "Not dressed yet! Flaunting 
yourself naked. This won't do. The day is passing." 

"I couldn't find my clothes," said David, his voice low and embarrassed. 

"I told you, it doesn't matter. Put on whatever takes your fancy. Sally 
won't mind."

"I meant my clothes," said David shocked. "I can't wear Sally's."

"Of course you can. You're more or less of a size - if anything she's 
bigger, certainly is in the tit department, though you've nothing to be 
ashamed of there. Don't you worry about her. I'll make sure she doesn't 
object. She can be a little madam with young men but not with me."

"But I want mine I can't dress as a girl."

Mr Adamson looked astonished. "But that's all agreed. Maybe I wasn't 
crystal clear last night, but I explained it to you this morning. You 
can't expect to get away with what you did yesterday scot free, and this 
is your punishment, not a harsh one by any means, you'll agree, taking 
everything into consideration. Anyway, you didn't object."

"But, Mr Adamson, I didn't hear you say it."

"Daydreaming again. That's one of your problems. I noticed it yesterday 
and I don't have to remind you, they were rather unwholesome dreams. In 
fact, the form your punishment takes, though I don't like the word, is 
really meant as a kind of therapy, meant to fit the crime or crimes, 
another word I don't like. It's a designer treatment, custom-made so to 
speak," Mr Adamson chuckled. "It should cure you of those day-dreams 
among other things."

David was guiltily aware that he hadn't listened to all of Mr Adamson's 
chatter over breakfast and was terrified lest the man had noticed when he 
had stared at his penis swelling down the inner thigh of his jeans. But 
he had another objection and it seemed irrefutable. 

"But you said we were going out - to the country and to a pub. I couldn't 
possibly go out dressed like that - people would notice."

Mr Adamson roared with laughter. "No wonder you were worried if you 
thought you had to go out wearing a transparent black nightie and 
crotchless red panties. You'd certainly get noticed in that. No, no. Of 
course you're to wear lingerie, I want you properly dressed after all. 
But you'll be wearing a dress or a skirt and blouse over your undies. No 
one will notice, especially since you'll have a touch of eye makeup and a 
smidgeon of lip gloss and we'll titivate your hair a bit. A bangle or two 
on your wrist, and the only notice you'll get is admiration. And don't 
worry about your voice, it's one of those in-between voices; dressed as a 
boy you sound like a boy's, dressed as a girl you'll sound like a girl, a 
sexy young girl at that.". 

As he spoke Mr Adamson had led David back into the bedroom in front of 
the full-length mirror on back of the wardrobe door. He selected various 
items and spread them carefully to the bed and then took items of 
underwear from the chest of drawers. He was full of energy and 
excitement.

David resigned himself to the ordeal of an excursion dressed as a girl. 
Mr Adamson had made it sound like a kind of challenge, a trick to pull 
off. After all, as a punishment it wasn't too bad, especially if it meant 
that his mother wouldn't hear about the whisky and the pornographic video 
and. So he stood passively in front of the mirror not really looking at 
himself, but somehow reassured nonetheless by the sight of his familiar 
body. That would remain the same, however he was dressed.

He was aware of Mr Adamson bustling about the room but the man's 
movements were unthreatening. The whole thing began to appear to David 
almost as an adventure, a risky masquerade he could even look forward to 
and might remember with pleasure afterwards when he had carried it off.

"Come on now, you should show some interest." He took David by the 
shoulder and turned him to face the array of clothes spread on the duvet. 
"I want you to choose. After all you'll be wearing it."

David stared baffled at the mass of female clothing. "I don't know ..," 
he began.

"What I thought," said Mr Adamson, "seeing that it's a spring day in May, 
is that you should wear something virginal, fresh, suited to a young 
girl, something like these white silk stockings, they'll go well with 
these white satin and lace panties, and the white waspy. And I found this 
white lace bra of Sally's when she was about your size."

"A bra!" said David, dismayed. "Do I really have to wear a bra? Couldn't 
I ....'

"Of course you must. We've got to do things properly. Don't worry it's 
half-cup and underwired and since it'll be a bit tight, it'll bring out 
those little beauties you've got a treat. Just wait till you see them 
nestling in white lace." He patted the boy's shoulder. "And now for the 
rest. I thought maroon, this maroon leather mini, the white silk blouse, 
and those maroon patent leather shoes." He pointed to a pair beside the 
bed. 

David, who had been about to protest at the miniskirt was distracted by 
the shoes which had slingbacks and two inch heels. "I can't wear those. I 
couldn't walk in them."

"It will be easy. You'll see. Of course you must have a little practice 
before we go out, but you'll manage it in no time. You need a bit of 
advice anyway on how to walk and move like a female; believe me, that's 
much harder. But," he mused,"'perhaps not in your case. I've noticed you 
tend to walk with rather a sway to your hips. Anyway that's the ensemble 
I suggest. What do you think of it? It's up to you. My regime is liberal, 
you'll agree."

David relented picked up the bra and the shoes. He thought he might as 
well accept Mr Adamson's choice. He had no ideas of his own, was glad 
that he was being consulted at all, and wanted to please the man, to keep 
him in his present benevolent mood. So he agreed.

"I'll help you dress," said Mr Adamson. "'It wouldn't be fair to expect 
you to manage on your own the first time. But pay attention. I won't 
dress you again." He took a garment from the bed. "Begin with this, it's 
a waspy. Pull your stomach in as much as you can. He stood behind the boy 
and passed his hand round to feel the boy's warm skin for a moment. 

"That's the way," he said approvingly. The waspy was a little too small 
and it compressed David's waist and when Mr Adamson looked over David's 
shoulder into the mirror he saw how it rounded out and emphasised the 
boy's hips and how the two suspenders hung down his thighs. The man 
licked his lips. "Now come and sit down." He guided David back to the bed 
where he sat down still facing the mirror. "It's time for the stockings. 
Watch carefully. I'll put on the first and I want you to put on the 
second yourself."

He showed the boy how to hold the stocking and lifted his leg and began 
to put the stocking on. He proceeded very slowly, talking explaining all 
the time, and using the opportunity to caress the boy's leg. 

"You have to be careful, gentle. The material is very delicate. Like this 
you see. Don't let your nails catch. Don't let the material bunch up down 
here." 

He ran his hands slowly up the boy's leg and told him to stand as he 
pulled the stocking taut on his thigh, and reached caressingly between 
the boy's legs to adjust the stocking top. 

"And keep it straight, don't let it twist. And the lacy top, don't let it 
fold over."

David shivered as he felt the man's hands touching him, deftly running 
over his thigh, between them, behind them. He felt the beginnings of 
arousal and tried to ignore them. Mr Adamson attached the suspenders and 
his hands touched David's bottom and then his penis which was stirring. 
To the boy's relief he took no notice and stepped back.

"There," he said, "Now you try the other one. Sit down to begin with." He 
handed David the second stocking and watched him in the mirror as he 
clumsily began to follow the man's instructions. The boy's movements, as 
he lifted his foot and began to pull the stocking on, revealed his anus 
and his half hard penis and balls. 

"That's the way. Stand up. Gently now. Good. Now stand up to fasten the 
suspenders. Yes, that one is more difficult. Twist around. There, you've 
got it. It'll be easier next time."

He watched the intensely erotic image of the boy's lithe figure bending 
and turning in the mirror, yet kept up the flow of advice and 
encouragement, and his voice remained level and friendly, not betraying 
his excitement. 

"Now this." He picked up the bra. "I'm pretty sure it'll fit. But it'll 
be a tight fit. Which, as I said, is a good thing."

David looked at him pleadingly as he slipped the straps over his 
shoulders. For some reason the idea of wearing a bra afflicted him more 
than anything else. "Don't look at me like that. It's got to be done 
properly. Luckily it's front fastening." 

He grabbed abruptly at David's chest catching hold of the flesh and 
pulled upward. David felt his skin uncomfortably dragging under the 
tightness of the bra, and almost cried out. Mr Adamson repeated the 
painful manoeuvre, then adjusted the straps. He stepped back to look at 
the result and sighed with gratification.

"Perfect. Better than I had hoped. Have a look yourself." 

David looked down and saw again the two white mounds of flesh surmounted 
by the small nipples that he had seen in the bathroom the night before. 
But the mounds were larger and they nestled in the half-cups of the lacy 
white brassiere, almost overflowing them.

"Even better. Look in the mirror." 

David saw that his nipples peeped over the top of the bra, but he saw too 
and registered how different he looked. The familiar image of his body 
which had so reassured him earlier had gone. He saw an erotic pin up, a 
girl's image in the white stockings, the waspie and the bra, the narrow 
waist, the rounded hips, the slim elegant legs, the breasts swelling 
above the half cups of the bra. His almost shoulder length black curly 
hair framed a face which now seemed to him unfamiliar despite its 
familiarity. It belonged now to the unfamiliar body as a girl's face. 
Only his penis contradicted the femininity of his image and by a kind of 
perverseness also emphasised it and made it erotic. 

He turned wondering, dismayed eyes to look at Mr Adamson, who smiled 
reassuringly at him. 'Now slip into these,' and handed him a pair of 
white lace panties. David drew them on slowly. His mind was in turmoil. 
What he had seen in the mirror, what he could see now as he felt the 
delicate material on his skin was a transformed, barely recognisable 
version of himself, an image that was erotic, sexually desirable, but 
undeniably female. 

Though he could not formulate it, he felt a confused desire to identify 
himself with that image, to substitute it for what he had always been. 
Adamson watched the play of feeling in the boy's expressive face, 
understood it and was silent for a moment. Then he handed the boy the 
skirt.

"Step into that. Work it over your hips. It zips at the side." Without 
changing his tone, he added, as casually as he could manage, "Of course, 
when we go out I'll have to use a different name. I can't call you David, 
dressed like that." 

The boy looked up, his eyes surprised and questioning, leaving the skirt 
unzipped and it began to slip down again. The man reached over and 
adjusted it and pulled up the zip.

"Do I have to do everything for you? I thought of Susie. I think it will 
suit you."

"But I don't want a girl's name."

"Well, you'll have to put up with it. You surely won't want people to 
suspect anything out of the ordinary. I have to address you somehow and 
then, we might bump into someone I know and I'll have to introduce you. 
You can be my niece Susie, my sister's daughter staying with me, come on 
a visit from London, because her mother had to go away to visit a sick 
relative. That keeps close to the truth. It's always best, I think."

As he spoke he had put the blouse on David and found a pair of earrings 
and clipped them to David's ears. 

"Yes, Susie, eighteen years old, from London, let's say from Hampstead. 
You'd better get used to your new name, Susie. So that's what I'll call 
you from now on. And of course, I'm uncle," he laughed, "your Uncle 
Harry."

He moved to the other side of the room. "Come and sit here, Susie," and 
indicated a chair in front of the dressing table mirror, and watched 
as the pretty girl who had been David turned to him with bewildered eyes. 

"I don't understand." 

"What don't you understand, Susie?"

"Please, don't call me that. I feel ... Oh Mr Adamson, I feel ...." David 
stopped. He couldn't put the strangeness of his feeling into words. He 
hated being called Susie, he knew he did, and yet, when Mr Adamson used 
the name, it made him shiver with something like pleasure and excitement.

"You feel strange. But you'll get used to it. Over here now, my girl, we 
better hurry. Do as Uncle Harry tells you. This is all taking up time."

As the boy approached and sat down, Mr Adamson noticed how graceful and 
feminine his movements were. He took the boy's face in his hands and had 
to restrain his desire to kiss the full lips.

"Now, a little makeup, the finishing touches." Rapidly, skilfully, he 
applied dark red lip gloss to the boy's mouth, eye shadow and mascara. He 
attached earrings. "There. You look beautiful, Susie."

And looking back at him from the mirror through his own eyes, David did 
indeed see a beautiful young girl. Again he experienced that strange 
exciting feeling of being and not being the girl in the image, the 
insistence that he wasn't and the exciting desire to be that girl.

Mr Adamson led him downstairs and put the red patent leather shoes on 
him. At first David could hardly walk a step. But after ten minutes he 
graduated from having to support himself on Mr Adamson's shoulder to 
being able to walk across the room without difficulty."

"Remember, Susie," said the man, "always take small steps and put your 
weight on the toe first." 

After another ten minutes Mr Adamson said he was satisfied and hurried 
them out of the house. His car, an MG, was parked a little way down the 
street, and, as they approached, it Mr Adamson kept a few yards behind 
David and noticed how the young girl in front of him swayed her hips and 
how invitingly she jiggled her rounded bottom in the leather miniskirt. 

"I'll put the top down, it's such a lovely day. We'll be there in about 
half an hour." 

As they drove through the sunlit Saturday streets of the town filled with 
the bustle of morning shoppers, Mr Adamson was aware of the male heads 
turning to look at the sexy teenage girl beside him. David who was still 
in a bewildered dream did not notice. He was still puzzling over what was 
happening to him and his own feelings. Once out on the open road the roar 
of the car and the wind made conversation impossible and each was left 
with his own thoughts and feelings.

They reached the pub shortly after twelve. To David's relief Mr Adamson 
spared him the ordeal of entering the bar and led him from the car 
straight into the extensive pub garden which was dotted with tables and 
benches distributed about the lawn and under the trees. The garden was 
still almost empty and the people at the few occupied tables were too 
concerned with their own conversations to look up at them.

"You're doing me credit, Susie," said Mr Adamson as they walked across 
the grass. He had taken David's arm to guide as much as to support him. 
He seemed to know the place well, for he led them to the back of the 
garden, to a table shielded from view by tall rose bushes. 

"Sit down, Susie," he gestured at a bench that ran along one side of the 
table. "Don't look so worried. It's quite private here. No one can see 
you. I thought you'd prefer that," he said, "at least to begin with, let 
you get your breath back and feel more confident." 

David was grateful. He had been terrified as they walked across the 
grass, convinced that everyone was looking at him.

"It's a bit early yet for lunch. But I'll get us something to drink. For 
you a white wine spritzer, I think. I know you're under age, but who's to 
know and who's to care?" He turned to go. David was suddenly terrified. 

"Please, don't leave me," he said.

Mr Adamson was charmed. "What's the matter, Susie?" He stroked David's 
head. "I shan't be a minute."

When he returned with the drinks he was accompanied by a plump balding 
man in a sports shirt and shorts. He was talking volubly and stopped 
abruptly as he caught sight of David.

"What have you been hiding from me, Harry? No wonder you chose this 
secluded spot." Mr Adamson rolled his eyes, indicating to David that he 
could not help this intrusion. He introduced the plump man to David who 
was aware that his gaze was directed down into his open-necked blouse. 
The boy blushed, and the man sat down on the bench beside him.

"I didn't know you had such a beautiful niece, Harry. Where have you been 
hiding her? His eyes remained fixed on David's breasts."

"Come on now Tony," said Mr Adamson, who seemed genuinely put out by the 
man's arrival, "remember you're a happily married man, and if you can't 
remember that, remember that your wife is sitting not thirty yards away."

"Alas, I can't deny it," said the man. "If any girl could make me forget 
the fact, it would be you, Susie."

He seemed to expect an answer. But David didn't know what to say. He 
looked away, and the man mistook his shy reaction for coquetry and an 
invitation. 

"My word, Harry, you'll have to keep an eye on her." To his horror David 
felt the man's bare knee under the table pressing and rubbing against his 
thigh. He shifted on the bench, feeling totally vulnerable, and looked 
appealingly at Mr Adamson, who looked back at him angrily and then stood 
up and looked beyond the sheltering roses.

"I think your wife is getting ready to come and see what you're up to, 
Tony," he said.

The man looked alarmed and moved away from David. "Well, I'm sorry I 
can't stay," he said, getting up. "Good to see you again Harry, and it's 
been a real pleasure to meet you , Susie."

He hurried off to his wife. Adamson scowled at David.

"You little bitch. How dare you flirt with that fat bastard?"

"But I wasn't," said David indignantly.

"Why did you stick out your tits under his nose then."

"He stared at them. I didn't want him to. I couldn't stop him," said 
David miserably.

"And those flirtatious looks you gave him. And don't think I didn't know 
what was going on under the table."

"But he was horrible. I hated him. He pushed his knee against me. It was 
awful," David's voice became a wail, he was on the verge of tears.

"Don't cry," said Mr Adamson sharply. "It'll ruin your makeup. I'll 
believe you. I know of old that he's a lecherous slob." He patted David's 
hand and then held it caressingly. "We won't let him spoil our day."

"No," said David still gulping back tears.

To comfort him Mr Adamson told him how pretty he was and how well he was 
carrying off his first outing as a girl. No one would guess the truth. He 
would deceive even women who much sharper eyes than men for such 
masquerades. 

"I'm proud of you, Susie," he said, "proud to be seen about with such a 
stunning girl."

David was comforted. Things were so much better when Mr Adamson was nice 
to him. He even liked being told that he was pretty, though it aroused 
that strange confusing excitement he had had when he looked at himself in 
the mirror. He began once again to appreciate the spring day, the 
sunshine, the blue sky and the birdsong in the trees in fresh green leaf 
all around them. 

His eyes glowed and he told Mr Adamson how much he liked the drink he had 
brought, and Mr Adamson held his hand and stroked it and said he would 
get him another.

"Harry! Harry Adamson, I might have guessed I'd find you at the best 
table in the garden."

A man had appeared in their little private clearing. He was in his 
forties smartly dressed in an expensive lightweight suit. Mr Adamson 
seemed pleased to see him greeted him enthusiastically and introduced him 
to David as Edward and invited him to sit down. David was not pleased. He 
had been relaxing and beginning to enjoy himself alone with Mr Adamson, 
and felt nervous at having to deal with another man. But Edward was very 
different from Ron.

He was polite and, though his eyes were admiring when he shook David's 
hand, they did not stray. And when he sat down beside David he did not 
sit intrusively close. He was good-looking, too, in a distinguished 
way, and his hair had touches of grey. But David did not like the look of 
his mouth; it was thin-lipped and there was a meanness too it when he 
smiled, while his eyes remained cold and watchful. He and Mr Adamson were 
old friends, and, to his relief, David was largely ignored as the two 
exchanged pleasantries and gossip. He began to relax again, taking small 
sips of his drink and listening to the two men.

Then to David's alarm Mr Adamson got up, "What'll you have, Edward. I'm 
off to get a refill for Susie and I."

While David gazed panic-stricken at Mr Adamson, Edward asked for a scotch 
and soda, and Mr Adamson said, "Right you are. Don't look so terrified 
Susie. I can leave you with Edward. He's a very honourable chap."

When he had gone Edward laughed and said, "Rather Harry than me. There's 
a hell of a crush at the bar. He'll be gone quite a while." David's look 
of dismay deepened.

"You're a quiet one," said Edward, "and far too good-looking to be 
Harry's niece, if that's what you are. I've known him a good few years 
and he's never mentioned a niece." 

He was watching David closely and something must have shown in his 
expression, for Edward laughed. "I might have guessed. You're very nice 
but you're no niece. Admit it."

"I am. I am his niece," said David miserably but without conviction and 
he could not look at the man sitting beside him. Edward moved closer and 
put his arm round David's waist. "Well, he's left you to me for the 
duration and he won't mind if I have a little taste of you. He owes me 
many a favour."

"Please don't," said David trying to pull away. "I don't want you to."

"Don't resist me, Susie," said Edward. "It really turns me on," and he 
pulled the boy even closer. David pushed at him with his hands, 
struggling to get free.

"Lovely little vixen," said Edward delightedly and crushed David to him 
and kissed him, forcing, thrusting his tongue into the boy's mouth. He 
thrust a hand down into David's blouse and began to caress David's 
breasts, twisting his nipples viciously.

David moaned. But there was more than pain in his voice. He was beginning 
to feel excited by the tongue in his mouth and the rough handling of his 
breasts. Insensibly, as the man prolonged his violent caresses the boy's 
struggles, weakened, changed, became wriggles, writhing in the man's 
grip. 

Edward sensed the change immediately. He transferred his mouth to David's 
ear and began licking it, whispering. "You like this, you're hot now, 
Susie. You want my cock."

He took hold of the boy's hand and dragged it between his thighs, where 
it encountered Edward's penis sticking out of his trousers. It was warm 
to David's hand, which closed round it convulsively.

"They've put a waiter on to serve in the garden. I've ..." Harry Adamson 
came into the little clearing. Edward and David sprang apart. "What the 
hell's going on?"

Edward said, "Don't blame me, Harry. She leapt on me as soon as you went, 
had my cock out in a second and wouldn't let go. I should have resisted. 
Your Susie's the hottest ..."

"Alright, Edward, that'll do. It would be best if you left now. Shut up, 
Susie," he said to David who had begun to assert his innocence. "I'll 
deal with you presently."

Edward tidied himself and left.

"I didn't, I didn't, it wasn't true, what he said." David gabbled his 
excuses.

"I told you to shut up. Your hand was on his cock. His tongue was down 
your throat. You can't deny that was true. I saw it. And I saw the 
expression on your face. You were enjoying it; you wanted more."

"But he made me. He forced me."

"Just like Tony did? You can deceive me once, but not twice."

"It's not fair," said David. "I hate your friends. I don't want to be 
Susie any more. I want to go home."

He buried his face in his hands and began to cry. Mr Adamson looked at 
the dark curly head, the shapely body shaking with sobs. His eyes gleamed 
with pleasure that his voice did not betray.

"You'll go home when I decide and not before. I want you to stop that 
crying at once. The waiter will be here any second with our drinks, you 
don't want him to see you in this state."

"I don't care." David looked up at him defiantly but the effect was 
ruined. His tears had made his mascara run and Mr Adamson laughed. 

"You look like a panda, Susie you've got black smears all round your 
eyes. Here." He handed David the small black leather bag he had brought 
from the car. "You'll find a mirror and some tissues and cleanser in 
there. Use them. Clean yourself up."

David obeyed. Whatever he said, he did not want to look foolish in front 
of anyone. The waiter arrived with the drinks and David noticed that Mr 
Adamson paid for Edward's drink before directing the waiter to take it to 
another part of the garden.

"Now, Susie, don't think I've forgotten. Edward is an old friend of mine. 
I've never known him lie about anything, anything serious at least. 
Whereas you, well, I don't need to remind you. The facts are clear. He 
says you grabbed his cock. You say he made you do it. I saw you holding 
it as if it was your heart's desire and no sign of force."

David hung his head. "I didn't dare let go," he muttered.

The man laughed. "You don't even expect me to believe that. The truth is 
you held it because you liked holding it. You like men's cocks."

"I don't!" David threw the cleansing lotion at Mr Adamson. It went wide 
and he caught it neatly in his left hand. "I hate men's cocks! I hate 
men!"

"Shh. You're getting hysterical, Susie."

David threw the mirror, which was made of plastic, and skittered along 
the table. Mr Adamson was delighted though he did not show it.

"Now, now, Susie. Stop it, you're behaving irrationally." He sat down 
beside the teenager, straddling the end of the bench and put his arms 
round him. "I don't want you to be upset. We were going to have a lovely 
day in the country together."

"It's been horrible," said David. "You've been horrible to me."

"Do you want me to be nice to you, Susie?" he murmured in David's ear.

"Yes." The teenager rested his head on the man's shoulder. At that moment 
he felt that Mr Adamson was all-powerful and could make everything come 
right, if only he was kind and gentle and strong. "I will be good."

"Well, let's see." Adamson lifted the boy, who did not resist him, and 
turned him round so that he sat sideways between the man's legs as they 
straddled the bench. His slim white stockinged thighs lay over the blue 
denim that was taut around the man's well-muscled thigh. In this 
position, David leant back against the man's arm and the man looked down 
at the lovely face, could see the white breasts, their tender skin 
slightly reddened by Edward's rough treatment.

He saw how the maroon leather mini had risen a little to reveal pink skin 
and suspenders above the top of the white silk stockings. He saw too how 
the lovely boy-girl was available to him in this position

"You say you'll be good, Susie. Well, tell me truly then, what happened 
with Edward?"

"It was awful. He held me and wouldn't let me go and kissed me and stuck 
his tongue in my mouth. Then he grabbed my ... grabbed me here." David's 
hands rose to cover his breasts. "And he squeezed and pinched me. And 
then he licked my ear and whispered things and put my hand on his ''On 
his cock'." The boy nodded

"You say that's what he did. And I suppose he might have - I accept that. 
After all you make a very sexy girl. But what happened, what went on 
inside you. You liked holding his cock, didn't you? I could see that."

David shook his head vehemently. "I didn't know what I was doing. It all 
happened so quickly. Please believe me."

"Alright," said Mr Adamson soothingly. "I only want to be clear about 
what happened. So he put his hands here?"

His left arm which was holding the boy tightened and pulled him back so 
that he was almost horizontal and his right hand stole into the boy's 
blouse and slid over his right breast, where it nestled in the lacy bra. 

"And then what did he do?"

The boy's eyes widened in alarm. And then he squeezed and ... "Please, 
don't." He felt Mr Adamson's fingers grasp his breast and then skillfully 
play with his nipple. "No! Stop! Please!" But even as he protested, the 
tense apprehension seemed to flow out of his body, and the man felt how 
the boy's body arched thrusting his breast against the caressing fingers. 
David's eyes half-closed.

"And then he kissed you, like this." The man's voice was deep and 
murmuring and his mouth was gentle on the boy's. But his tongue was 
insistent against David's lips and pushed its way into his mouth. Mr 
Adamson's eyes remained open and he watched how the boy's thighs parted 
and his hips moved sensuously. The man's hand moved from the boy's breast 
and slid caressingly under the maroon leather mini stroking the bare skin 
of the boy's inner thigh above the stocking tops until it reached the 
boy's erect penis constrained by the lace of the panties.

The man's mouth pulled away from the boy's. "It's a good thing he didn't 
get into your skirt then," he said, "or he'd have found something he 
didn't expect, wouldn't he, Susie?"

David was dazed in a sensual dream to which he had given himself up under 
the man's exciting caresses. Mr Adamson was still holding his penis 
through the lace of the panties and now he began to caress it. "You see 
how men turn you on. You can't deny it." His hand slid inside the panties 
and down and finger lightly caressed the boy's anus. "And you'd love a 
great big cock here, wouldn't you."

David sat up abruptly, indignant and shocked. "No. I wouldn't." He 
reached down to pull at the man's hand between his legs. "I'd hate it. 
Stop doing that! You tricked me! I want to get up now." 

Mr Adamson was unperturbed. "Alright, Susie. Have it your way. Come on, 
let me help you." David was floundering between the man's thighs in his 
efforts to get up. He set the boy on his feet. "You make such a lovely 
girl." He patted and stroked David's bottom, "it's difficult to remember 
you're not one." He noticed how the remark seemed to mollify David. 

'Shall we have some lunch then, you beautiful, sexy, creature," he 
invited?

Though David said, "Don't call me that."

Mr Adamson saw that the compliment gave him pleasure. He took the 
teenager's arm and they walked slowly across the grassy garden where 
almost all the tables were now occupied. He saw the admiring looks that 
came their way, directed at the lovely boy girl walking beside him. And 
he sensed that David, too, was aware of them and that they pleased him, 
that he swayed his hips with more freedom, that his movements were 
consciously feminine.

"Don't overdo it, Susie," he warned. "You'll make the other girls 
jealous." 

The faint blush on the teenager's cheeks told him he had been understood. 
"Still I'm pleased that you're feeling so confident. But as this is your 
first outing Susie I don't want you to feel embarrassed. The owner of 
this place is a good friend of mine and he's let me have a table in the 
little dining room where we'll be alone, so you shouldn't find things 
difficult." David squeezed his arm, grateful for his consideration.

They were shown into what amounted to a private room. It contained only 
two tables, both unoccupied. "We should have some privacy here. See, 
they've cleared off the setting on the other table. Mike, that's the 
owner, is a good chap. He might pay us a visit later on." Then he pointed 
to the little button set in the table. "See, whenever we want anything, I 
press this, like so," and he pressed it, and a few seconds later a 
waitress pushed open the door carrying two large leather backed menus. 

"Good afternoon, Mr Adamson," she said. "It's good to see you again."

"Come on, Alice." Mr Adamson was reproachful. "Why so formal. I've been 
Harry to you for years. Are you worried you might make Susie here 
jealous. Susie's my niece and above all that sort of thing."

He introduced them, and David felt shy under the young waitress's 
scrutiny. She was wearing a short black dress and David noticed how the 
material was pushed out by her prominent rounded breasts and felt a 
twinge of something like envy; it was almost as if he wished his breasts 
were as large as hers. 

Mr Adamson ordered drinks, and discussed what they were to eat. Though he 
was hungry David felt too nervous to choose anything from the list of 
dishes;  he did not recognise the names of most of them. So he let Mr 
Adamson choose for him. David was becoming increasingly aware that he 
needed to pee, had been holding back, and when Alice left with their 
order, he confided his need in Harry Adamson, who grinned at him. "Well, 
there's no problem, Susie. You'll use the ladies - it's just along the 
passage, turn right, follow the arrows down the stairs and its at the 
bottom just opposite the gents. Just make sure you go in the right one." 

David felt himself blushing again and was annoyed at himself, wishing 
that Mr Adamson couldn't embarrass him so easily.He found the Ladies 
without difficulty and went in. But all three cubicles were occupied and 
a woman was already waiting. She eyed him curiously. 

"You're with Harry Adamson, aren't you? I saw you come in with him."

David answered, "Yes, I am his niece. Do you know him?"

"I know him, alright," said the woman. She was a small neat blonde, in 
her thirties, wearing a close-fitting velvet dress. "I know him quite 
well."
 
She spoke with a curious emphasis and David, forgetting his nervousness, 
looked at her questioningly. She sighed and shrugged her shoulders and 
turned away and then as if coming to a decision she turned back to David 
and took him by the wrist and drew him to a corner of the room.

"Look, it's none of my business and I'll probably be sorry I spoke. If 
you're really his niece then fine, but if you're not, you be careful of 
him. You're prettier and younger than the others and, God knows, 
completely convincing." She paused and stared at him. A toilet flushed in 
one of the cubicles. "If it wasn't for the nervous way you came in here, 
as if it was all new to you, I wouldn't dream of doing this," and she 
swiftly thrust her hand up David's skirt and brushed her fingers across 
his penis.

Dumbfounded, David stepped back, and a woman came out of cubicle. "I'm 
sorry, but it was the quickest way. Just be very careful, watch out for 
him."

She entered the cubicle. David was utterly bewildered. Automatically he 
smoothed his skirt. What did she mean, what was she warning him against? 
What did she know about Mr Adamson? Everyone seemed to know him. Who were 
the others she compared him with? How had she guessed he was a boy? He 
looked in the mirror. He saw a very pretty girl staring back at him. The 
woman who had come out of the cubicle was adjusting her makeup next to 
him and looked from her reflection to his.

"You're so lucky, dear. You can just look at yourself. You don't need to 
worry about little repair jobs."

When he returned to the little dining room, their first course was just 
arriving, and Mr Adamson was joking with Alice the waitress. He had an 
arm round her waist.

"Ah Susie, I was just going to send Alice in search of you. She said you 
were so pretty you'd probably been whisked off by some young man, didn't 
you Alice."

"That's right, Harry," she said as David sat down, "Too pretty for your 
own good." He felt there was a curious emphasis in her words, too, and 
she gave Mr Adamson a meaning look as she spoke. He noticed too that she 
was buttoning up the front of her dress.

"Now, now Alice," said Mr Adamson warningly. "Remember your place. Be off 
with you until we need you," and he slapped her bottom to send her on her 
way and David felt the slap was not altogether friendly.

He ate and drank but his mind was not on his food. Every now and then he 
looked up at Mr Adamson, who ate and drank and talked and did not seem to 
mind that David's answers were perfunctory or that he did not speak. 
David was preoccupied, puzzling over the meaning of his encounter in the 
ladies, puzzling about Mr Adamson, so entirely at ease, so handsome and 
powerful in the white T-shirt that showed his muscular physique. What was 
the truth about him? Alice, too, seemed to know something that was to be 
kept secret. 

David wondered whether Mr Adamson and Alice were having an affair, 
remembered that she had been buttoning up the front of her dress and he 
became convinced that Mr Adamson had been caressing her breasts. He could 
not quite understand why he found the thought so upsetting. Was it that 
he felt jealous? Certainly, he was pleased when the remaining courses 
were served by someone else, a waiter who was impersonal and efficient.
Mr Adamson broke in upon his thoughts.

"Come on, Susie, you're not very good company. You've picked at your food 
and barely spoken through three courses. What's the matter? You'll have 
to do better than that when men take you out for a meal."

"Nothing's wrong," said David, but there was a sulky note to his voice 
and his eyes were reproachful. 

"I can see that something's upsetting you. Tell me about it."

"Nothing is," said David. "But I want to go home now. I don't want to be 
Susie any more." He was aware that he sounded sulky and tried to be more 
dignified. "After all I am not a girl, and I don't want to be treated 
like one any more."

"We'll go home soon enough, Susie," said Mr Adamson who seemed delighted 
rather than put out by David's words. "As for your other desires I'm not 
so sure. But I want some coffee and a cigarette. So you'll have to 
contain yourself a little longer."

He pressed the little button on the table and ordered coffee from the 
silent efficient waiter who cleared away the dessert dishes."And ask 
Alice if she would bring the coffee."

"Alice is off duty now, sir," said the waiter.

"All the more reason," said Mr Adamson. "You can but ask her and she can 
always refuse."

'Very good, sir."

"Now, Susie," began Mr Adamson.

"Why did you ask for her?" asked David, unable to suppress the rage in 
his voice.

"Why not?" said Mr Adamson, grinning. "She's an old friend. Have you 
taken a dislike to her."

'No. Yes. I mean, she's rude."

Alice came in with the coffee and Mr Adamson turned to her as she set out 
the cups and the paraphernalia. "So you've forgiven me, Alice."

"What have I got to forgive you for, I should like to know?" 

"There was that smart little tap on the rump. I thought you might have 
taken offence."

Alice did not reply and turned to go, but Mr Adamson took hold of her 
arm. 

"Wait. You may not be offended, but Susie here is, aren't you?" He smiled 
his most charming smile at David. "You were just about to tell me what 
you have against poor Alice. Now you can tell her, too."

As he spoke he drew Alice to him and put his arm round her waist and 
moved it up to her breast, all the while smiling his charming smile at 
David. Alice was passive under his hand and she too smiled and stared at 
Susie. The teenager went crimson with embarrassment, rage, jealousy all 
at once.

"You're horrible, both of you," he said. "I want to go home." However, he 
watched fascinated as Mr Adamson unbuttoned Alice's dress and slid his 
hand inside.

"I think Susie is a little jealous," said Mr Adamson. "She'd like her 
lovely little breasts to be big like yours. Look Susie." He pulled the 
sides of Alice's dress apart so that her breasts overflowing their half-
cup bra were exposed. He licked a finger and ran it round her large brown 
nipples. 

Alice shivered. Her nipples were erect and gleamed with the man's saliva. 
"You see, Susie, her nipples are bigger than yours too, but she likes 
having them played with, don't you, Alice."

He pulled her onto his lap and lifted her breasts out of her bra began to 
manipulate them with both hands. 

"Harry likes an extra course after his lunch. He's a very greedy man," 
said Alice. "Would you like to have tits like mine, darling Susie?"

"Well, I don't know about that," said Mr Adamson. "Susie just said she 
didn't want to be a girl any more, didn't you." 

Their mockery was too much for David. His eyes filled with tears, and 
hating to show his emotion, he turned round in his chair looked for 
somewhere to hide. There was an old leather sofa behind him and he threw 
himself on it and buried his face in the corner.

The man and the woman watched him, enjoyment in their eyes. They saw a 
pretty girl, half lying half kneeling on the sofa, her slim body shaking 
with  suppressed sobs, her bottom raised, so that the backs of her thighs 
and her panties under her mini skirt were revealed. The two looked at 
each other. 

"Yes," said Harry in a low voice.

The woman got up and went across and sat on the sofa beside David. She 
heard a muffled 'go away' and when she stroked his hair she heard 'leave 
me alone.' 
 
Alice turned so that she was above David. "Now, now, Susie," said Alice. 
"You may not like me. But I like you a great deal. Girls like you are my 
hobby. I know your little secret," and she reached down between David's 
legs and grasped his penis. "It is such a little secret just now. But 
perhaps I can make it bigger."

As she spoke she began to play with his penis. "Harry's told me how 
naughty you've been. If you could watch that video I should have 
thought you would enjoy watching greedy Harry and me."

Against his will David felt arousal and his penis stiffening under 
Alice's skilful fingers.

"No! I don't want to!' He struggled, tried to wriggle away, but her 
weight was on him, keeping him pressed in the corner of the sofa. "Get 
off me!" he cried, his legs flailing wildly. 

"Not till this little jewel is a bit bigger and harder," said Alice.

Then he heard Harry Adamson's voice above him. "I think I know what will 
bring Susie round." 

The man had come over from the table with his large, erect penis 
protruding from his jeans. "She loves to get hold of a stiff cock." He 
leant over the arm of the sofa, reached down, and David felt the man take 
hold of his wrist and guide his hand, opening its clenched fingers and 
fitting them round a warm velvety firmness that David recognised 
immediately as the man's penis. 

"No!" he cried and attempted in vain to pull his hand away. "I don't want 
to! I hate it!"

"You know you love it," Harry's voiced.

"Lovely little girls like you always do," Alice's said.

She let go of his now rigid penis, pulled the panties back so that their 
waistband was under his balls. Then he felt her cool fingers pulling back 
his foreskin and playing with the head. David still bucked underneath 
her, still tried to pull his hand away from Mr Adamson's penis, but as he 
became more excited he could feel his resistance weakening. His body once 
again was betraying him. 

Mr Adamson still holding David's hand around his penis, began to move it 
up and down slowly, and reached down and slid his other hand under 
David's panties and began to stroke his bottom, sliding a finger into the 
groove between the cheeks. It was too much, David could not resist any 
more. He began to moan and move his hips sensually, and his fingers 
tightened convulsively around the man's penis. Mr Adamson gently released 
his hold on David's hand, which continued the slow masturbating motion of 
its own accord. 

"See how Susie loves cock," he said. "I think she'd like this one in her 
mouth."

It was Mr Adamson's first miscalculation. David had almost let go 
completely, was almost ready to feel the man's cock sliding between his 
lips, filling his mouth again. But when he heard the man's triumphant 
mocking tone it recalled him to himself.

"No," he gasped, releasing the enormous penis and pulling his hand back, 
"I won't, I won't."

"Little bitch," muttered Mr Adamson.

"It's alright Harry," said Alice catching hold of the hand which had been 
about to slap David's bottom. "You silly girl, you don't know what your 
missing." And she raised herself slightly and leant forward across the 
arm of the sofa and took Harry Adamson's penis between her lips and began 
to suck and lick it. 

David still pinned in the corner of the sofa under Alice's body, heard 
the sucking noise then he heard Mr Adamson's voice. 

"Mmm, that feels so good, Alice." He felt blindingly angry and writhed 
and bucked, half because he wanted to free himself, half because he 
wanted to get Alice's mouth off Mr Adamson's penis. He was furiously 
jealous though he did not acknowledge it. 

He thought he had succeeded in his aim when he heard Alice's voice. "Stop 
that, Susie, you little cow." And then, "Alright get out of my way."

He felt her hand grab his hair and pull so he had no option but to slide, 
squealing off the sofa and onto the floor in an untidy heap. Mr Adamson 
laughed and Alice said, "Lie there, you silly girl," and he heard the 
sucking noise again and Mr Adamson's groan of pleasure. 

He lay for a moment as he had fallen, feeling utterly miserable. Then he 
got up slowly. He saw that Alice was lying on the sofa her head on the 
arm and Mr Adamson was pushing his penis into her open mouth, His eyes 
were half-closed but he saw David stand up, saw the misery on the lovely, 
tear-stained face, and said, "Alice has a wonderful mouth as well as big 
tits, Susie. Why don't you go off and read a magazine?"

David felt he was going to cry again. The door to the little private 
dining room opened and a red-faced middle aged man in a grey suit came 
in.

"So you've started without me," he said, not in the least surprised by 
the sight of Harry Adamson's penis in Alice's mouth. 

"And without this beautiful little gooseberry here." He looked 
appreciatively at David. "So why are you playing Miss Mope-in-the-
corner?"

"Susie meet Mike," said Mr Adamson, "He owns this dump. Mike meet Susie. 
Remember, she's the one I mentioned when I booked the room." He turned 
his attention back to what Alice was doing.

"So you're the niece," said Mike. "That explains it. You didn't want to 
commit incest with Uncle Harry." He took David by the arm. "Come and have 
a chat. Let's leave them to it. Alice's tongue is too busy for 
conversation and Harry can't concentrate on more than one thing at a 
time."

He led David to a leather armchair opposite the sofa and sat down in it 
with a sigh. 

"A grandstand view. Sit down, Susie, there's a good girl." He patted the 
arm.

David remained standing he was distraught. "I don't want to watch. It's 
horrible. Why don't you stop them? You could. It's your place. Stop them, 
please."

Mike looked at the distressed young girl with a surprised expression. 
"Stop them? I've had a very busy lunch hour entertaining customers. If my 
customers want to entertain me, I'm not going to stop them. You don't 
have to watch, Susie. You can shut your eyes and I'll distract your 
thoughts."

He took David by the waist, turned him round and pulled him on to his 
lap. "That's better," he said.

"Let me get up," said David struggling, but Mike pinned his arms to his 
sides.

"That's it, Susie, wriggle your lovely bum against my cock. I can't 
remember when I last had something so pretty on my lap."

To his horror David could feel Mike's penis lengthening and swelling 
under him. In desperation he said, "I'm not a girl, I'm not Susie."

Mike laughed. "I know all about you, Susie. If you think this makes a 
difference," he pulled up David's mini skirt and grabbed David's penis, 
"you're wrong. As far as I'm concerned it adds to your girlish charms, 
especially this one, his hand thrust lower between David's thighs and his 
forefinger pressed against David's anus through the lace panties. "I'll 
bet you've got a lovely pussy." He took his hand away and sighed. "It's 
too much for me." 

Then he rapidly unzipped David's mini skirt, lifted the boy up with the 
arm that held him and with the other pushed the skirt up round his waist. 
Then David felt the man fumbling underneath him, finally he pulled 
David's panties down to the tops of his thighs. Then slowly he let the 
boy down again, and David felt the man's hot hard penis under his bottom 
extending between the cheeks. 

Mike sighed again, this time with evident pleasure.

In a panic, David cried, "Mr Adamson, help me. Please stop him."

He saw that Mr Adamson was now sitting astride the arm of the sofa, Alice 
was kneeling in front of him, furiously sucking his penis, stroking it 
and playing with his balls while he was bent forward twisting her 
nipples. He looked up and saw David helpless in Mike's grip, the mini 
skirt around his waist, the panties a strip of taut material across the 
tops of his thighs which Mike had forced apart by hooking his feet around 
David's legs. He saw the boy's penis and, protruding between the cheeks 
of his bare bottom, the head of Mike's large penis.

He saw too how Mike had unbuttoned the silk blouse and was plundering the 
pert breasts. He saw too the beautiful, terrified girlish face, the 
helplessness, the tear-filled eyes appealing to him to for rescue. It was 
too much and with a cry he came in Alice's tender sucking mouth and she 
moaned in pleasure as her mouth flooded with his sperm.

"End of act one, I think, Susie," said Mike coolly, and pinched David's 
nipple between finger and thumb.

The boy squealed in pain. Alice turned towards him still on her knees, 
which were spread. One hand was now under her dress working away between 
her thighs, the other was on her breasts large and white against the 
frame of her open dress. she was frantically caressing her nipples. Her 
face was wild, her eyes had a crazed look as she looked at David. Her 
mouth was slightly open and semen flecked her lips and drooled out of the 
corners.

The sight of the helpless boy girl on Mike's lap prompted a cry of lust 
from her and she sprang at him. Her hand tugged at his hair pulling his 
head back, two fingers pinched his nose, he felt her hot swollen lips 
against his as his mouth was forced open and then it was filled with a 
strange salty, metallic tasting fluid which he realised was Harry's 
semen.

He he felt her cry out against his mouth as her tongue thrust into him, 
and he felt her body shudder and groan as she began to come.Then he 
fainted.
Reluctant Convert 03 – by: Suzi K


David woke to the sound of an engine humming. He was sitting on someone's
lap, he could feel warm breath on his neck, and arms enclosing him. He
opened his eyes. He was in Harry Adamson's car, which was driving through
open countryside broken here and there by houses, the beginning of a 
town. The sun of a late afternoon in May was low and shone into car, 
warming his face. He could see Harry Adamson's thighs in their blue 
jeans, and a dress that he recognised as Alice's. He was sitting cradled 
on her lap. He heard their low murmuring voices. 

Alice was saying, "I still think you were rushing things. This one is 
more delicate, more sensitive."

Harry's voice, "Well, Alice, you weren't actually delicate and sensitive
yourself."'

He heard embarrassment in Alice's voice. "I was carried away. She was
irresistible. Anyway you set it up, I just went with the swing."

David remembered then how he had come to faint, how, when he had come 
round he had been shaking uncontrollably, almost hysterical, and how kind 
and concerned they had all been, even the fat pub owner, Jim. They had 
laid him on the sofa. Jim had brought a blanket. Alice had placed a damp 
flannel on his forehead. Harry Adamson had held his hand. But he could 
not stop shaking and every now and then bursting into tears. In the end 
they had given him a pill, something to calm him down, Alice said, and he 
had quickly fallen asleep. Now he felt calm and comfortable.

"I think she's waking." There was a warning note in Alice's voice.

Then he remembered what Alice had done, how she had forced his mouth open 
and had spat into it the semen she had sucked out of Mr Adamson's cock. 
He couldn't bear to sit on her lap like this, cradled in her arms. He 
tried to escape but her arms tightened round him and he could not move. 

"Keep calm Susie dear," she said. "I know you don't like me and that 
you've had a bit of a shock. But you're on your way home now."

"Let me get up," said David.

"As soon as we get back. But there are only two seats in the car and 
Harry's driving. So either you sit on my lap or I sit on yours."

"I don't care," said David struggling wildly, an arm breaking free and
striking Harry Adamson's elbow.

"Stop it, Susie," he said. "or you'll make us have an accident."

"I don't care," David cried. "I hope we do. I wish you were dead and me
too." 

He flailed about with his arm and, as Alice tried to catch hold of it,
struck Mr. Adamson again, on the side of the face. The man cursed, 
braked, and then regaining control of the car, drove into a lay-by and 
stopped. 

"Listen to me, Susie...," he began, but David slithered free of Alice, 
flung himself on to the door handle, opened the door, half fell out of 
the car, regained his balance and began to run as well as his high-heels 
would let him, towards the undergrowth bordering the lay-by. 

He had no idea where he was going he wanted only to get away. He heard Mr
Adamson's shout and Alice calling, "Susie, come back." 

He reached the bushes and plunged into them, uncaring that the branches 
were tearing into his white silk stockings. He turned to look back and 
saw Mr Adamson running towards him not thirty yards away, and Alice 
emerging from the car. He ran on, plunging further into the increasingly 
dense undergrowth. He was entering some kind of plantation, which had 
been seriously neglected. 

Young trees grew in orderly lines amongst scrubby bushes that had grown 
amongst them. He hesitated, unsure where to run. Behind him he heard Mr 
Adamson crashing through the undergrowth. He started to run again, but 
his heel caught on a root and he fell amongst the bushes. He lay there 
resigned and fearful as Mr Adamson came closer and then, to his 
astonishment, he saw the man, running past him, silhouetted against the 
setting sun that was striking through the young trees. He had not seen 
him. Perhaps he had been dazzled by the sun.

David crawled as far as he could into the bushes and curled himself up 
trying to make himself inconspicuous. He heard Alice approach, picking 
her way slowly through the bushes. Surely she would see him. But he heard 
Mr Adamson call her and she turned away, going deeper into the 
plantation. Cautiously, David began move back the way he had come, bent 
double to keep himself hidden by the low bushes. He meant to reach the 
road and get a lift back to town, to go back to his house and lock the 
door, keep them all out and telephone his mother. 

If he couldn't get a lift he would walk along the road until he came to a 
bus stop. He had no money but he would give his name and address. He had 
almost reached the road now, could see cars flashing past. When he 
emerged he found he was in the lay-by. Another car, a long black saloon, 
had parked a few yards away from Mr Adamson's blue MG. Two men were
walking up and down beside it, smoking and talking. They did not notice
David until he had almost reached them. They turned and looked at him 
with interest.

"Excuse me," said David. "I'm sorry to bother you, but if you're going
towards Shreveport I wonder if you could give me a lift?"

The men looked at each other then at David.

"Well, my dear, that depends," said one of them, a very tall thin man of
about fifty who was balding and wearing heavy thick lensed glasses. "You
seem to have been in spot of trouble. Quarreled with your boyfriend," he
nodded toward Mr Adamson's MG.

He said, "Yes," and you said, "Yes but," and then things got too hot for 
you, eh?" said the other man who was considerably younger, and wearing a 
white trousers and a white jacket over a an open-necked red shirt, 
framing a grey neckerchief.

With horror, David realised that in the excitement of escape he had 
Forgotten he was dressed as Susie and that these men took him for a girl.

He blushed hotly. "No, nothing like that. I haven't got a boyfriend, that
is, I'm not really a girl."

The men stared at him. The younger man muttered, "That never stopped me."

"I'm a boy," said David.

"But you're dressed as a girl and you look like a girl."

"I hate these clothes."

"Well, they love you. She looks a treat though a mite disheveled, 
wouldn't you say Tom?" said the man with glasses, approaching David.

"I'm not a she, I'm he. Please, can you help me," said David.

The younger man, too, came close. "We'd like to help, really we would. 
But I'm not sure I believe you. I don't like uncertainty when giving 
lifts to strangers, nor does Arthur. It makes us nervous."

"Well, she can prove it very easily," said Arthur, the man with glasses. 
He took David by the arm, gently but firmly. "Just step over here, my 
dear."

Reluctantly, David allowed himself to be led to the side of the lay-by.
"Just a little further, please," said Arthur. "We don't want to be too
public. Over here, Tom," he called to the other man who had slammed the 
car door shut. "He needs more convincing than I do. You can satisfy us 
both at the same time." 

He guided David beyond the screen of bushes. "Now then, my dear, show 
us," he said as Tom joined them. "Just lift up that adorable miniskirt 
and convince us."

Shyly David took the hem of the skirt and lifted it. "A little higher,
please," said Arthur. Blushing, David complied. The two men stared at his
groin where David's genitals made a perceptible bulge in the lacy white
panties. They saw a beautiful, blushing boy-girl in high heels and white
panties, her silk stockings torn, raising her skirt to display herself. A
button had been torn off her blouse so that it gaped, exposing her bra 
and her small white breasts, their nipples peeping over the edge of the 
half cups.

"I don't believe it!" muttered the younger man.

"Tom's very sceptical," said Arthur. "Let's just make sure." He leant
forward. "Allow me," he said politely and took hold of David's panties by
their waist band and delicately drew them down David's thighs, exposing 
his penis and balls.

Tom licked his lips and David suddenly realised he had made a terrible
mistake in trusting these men. They were like all the others. He turned 
to run. But he was hobbled by the panties which slipped to his knees and 
Arthur caught him before he had moved a step. 

"Where are you going, you indecent creature. You wanted us to help and so 
we shall - help ourselves to you."

He pulled David deeper into the bushes. Tom followed, his hands groping
David's bare bottom under his mini skirt. David screamed and struggled 
and shouted for help. And then the man called Tom had his hand over 
David's mouth, and Arthur pulled off his neckerchief and gagged him. Then 
they held David pressed between them and he felt a large erect penis in 
front pressing against his stomach and another behind him, pushing 
against his bottom. He couldn't move.

The men were listening. "I don't think anyone heard the bitch scream,"
said Tom. The men relaxed. "But what good is she going to be to me gagged 
like this?" said Arthur plaintively. "I want her mouth."

"Don't worry," said Tom. "Have more faith in me. Let me work on this
delightful creature. I can get this charming little creature so hot 
she'll beg for it. Just give me ten minutes. You keep watch."

Arthur seemed doubtful. "You won't start the main course without me?"

"Don't worry. You know how much I enjoy persuasion."

David heard all this with terror, and in part it was terror of himself. 
He had learned how easily he could forget himself, be overwhelmed by his 
body, how it took him over and swamped his resolution. This time, he was
determined, he would not give way. He began to struggle frantically. 
wrenching his body this way and that against the hands that held him. But 
to no avail. The men were so much stronger than he, and controlled him 
easily. He quickly exhausted himself. Then, when he was quiet, but still 
quivering with fear between them, Arthur held his arms, while Tom took a 
thin cord from his pocket and tied David's hands behind his back.

They were standing on a small patch of grass and he pressed the boy down 
On to his knees and himself sat down behind him so that the boy was 
kneeling between his outstretched legs. He unbuttoned David's blouse and 
pushed it back over his shoulders, then he bent the kneeling boy 
backwards until he would have toppled over had Tom not supported him 
against his chest.

He caressed the boy's small breasts, at the same time pushing his long 
curly hair aside and began to kiss and lick his ear. He murmured 
caressingly, "You're a lovely thing, so desirable. No one could resist 
you." He laid an uncapped tube on the grass and squeezed out a 
transparent jelly onto the palm of his hand. He smeared it over David's 
penis and balls and then between his legs. He applied more to David's 
nipples. The substance felt cold to David and he shivered.

Tom licked his ear and murmured, "Cold first and then hot. Just you wait,
pretty bitch." Then he began to play with David's penis and balls. David
could not move, but he was resolved not to respond. The man's touch was 
like silk and his fingers glided smoothly over David's skin. The 
sensation was delightful and, against his will, David felt resolution 
ebbing along with his fear, and pleasure and excitement rising in 
their place. 

He began to feel a strange heat, a kind of fire, in his nipples, which 
the man was caressing with his other hand and in his whole genital area, 
in his penis which was now erect, its foreskin pulled back, in his balls, 
and between his legs. David heard himself whimper helplessly. Then Tom 
took some more of the substance and applied it David's anus. 

"Wait till your pretty little cunt gets hot, too." 

His finger played around the little opening, exerting the lightest of 
pressures, stroking the jelly into the boy's sensitive skin. That 
caressing finger, that strange heat brought David to awareness of his 
anus as a fiercely erogenous zone. He was almost overcome by the 
sensation and cried out into the gag as the man's finger began slowly to 
ease its way inside him. 

He was still caressing the boy's penis and his balls, lightly gliding his 
hand over them, grasping the penis more firmly, bending it downwards.
David moaned and, overcome with almost magical pleasure, began to writhe
under the man's hands, pressing his bottom back to engulf more of the
invading finger. But it maintained its slow penetration, turning and
twisting. 

"You like that, don't you, you gorgeous little girl." Then abruptly the 
finger withdrew. Frantically, David pushed back his bottom as far as he 
could, trying to recapture the finger. "You need something up your
cunt, don't you?" Tom's voice murmured into his ear David nodded 
vigorously and felt the gag being removed. "Beg for it then, slut."

"Please, oh, please," said David feeling the finger caressing the outside 
of his anus but avoiding his attempts to capture it.

"Say it, then darling," whispered Tom seductively, "say - please put your
finger up my cunt."

"Please, put your finger up my cunt," said David without hesitation, and
gasped as the finger began once again to penetrate him. "More," he 
begged, "Please more." 

Tom's finger pushed in further and now a second finger began to press 
against the ring.

"And you'd like Arthur's cock in your mouth. Open it. Lick your lips. He
likes to be invited." 

Again David obeyed without thinking, wild with pleasure and desire.

"OK, Arthur," Tom called out in a low voice, "she's begging for it now."

Arthur who had been half-heartedly keeping watch turned and saw the 
Beautiful boy girl on her knees on the grass, body bent back against Tom, 
the white stockings, waspy and bra startling white in the twilight. Her 
erect penis and balls and the tops of her thighs glistened with the 
jelly-like lubricant, as were Tom's caressing fingers, and the tiny 
nipples peeping over the edge of the bra. 

The boy girl's face was flushed with excitement and desire, her eyes were 
shut, her mouth open and her tongue protruded invitingly between the red 
lips, as she moaned and writhed.

"Gorgeous!" exclaimed Arthur, momentarily too overwhelmed to do more than
stare. Then he sprang at the boy.

"Slowly, Arthur," warned Tom. "Open your eyes, darling, and see what
Arthur's got for you."

David saw the man advancing towards him, his erect penis protruding from 
His open trousers, he saw the swollen purple head, the ridged veins along 
the stem. It approached his face and he strained towards it, wanting it 
to fill his mouth, to feel it between his lips. He felt Tom pushing 
against his shoulders pushing him forward and towards the approaching 
penis. He strained at his bonds, wanting to reach out and hold it, feel 
its velvety firmness in his hands, to draw it between his lips. Arthur 
took hold of his penis and guided it in. At last, with a cry of pleasure, 
David closed his lips around it and began to suck. 

Arthur grabbed his head and began to move it back and forth. At the same 
time David felt a second finger join the first inside him, and the two 
fingers began to pump in and out. David sucked and licked the penis in 
his mouth and thrust his bottom against the invading fingers. He was 
whimpering and moaning in excitement. He barely heard Tom's voice.

"What a hot little slut. She's ready now for my cock up her cunt."

"Hurry, Tom," Arthur gasped. "I can't hold out for much longer."

"Hold her up then," said Tom. He took his hand from David's penis and put 
it under the boy's bottom and hoisted David from his kneeling position. 
As his legs straightened Arthur grabbed David's shoulders and kept him 
bent forward.

Tom pulled his fingers slowly out of the boy and stood up behind him. He
held David's hips with one hand, positioned the tip of his erect penis
against David's anus with the other, and began to push against the 
slippery, yielding ring.

There was a roar from the bushes around them and Harry Adamson burst out,
brandishing a thick branch. One glance was enough. The two men dropped
David and ran off through the bushes, leaving David where he had fallen.
Adamson made no attempt to follow them. He stood watching as David 
Writhed and cried tears of frustration. He saw the boy's hands tied 
behind his back, skirt and panties round his ankles, white stockings torn 
and dirty, the white waspy and bra grubby with twigs and soil, and the 
lithe girlish body writhing on the grass.

"There's only one thing to do now."

Alice had joined him. Harry Adamson remained silent, still holding the 
tree branch, as if mesmerised by the girl-boy on the grass in the 
gathering dusk. 

"What are you waiting for?" Alice's voice was urgent and excited. She 
brushed her hand over the front of the man's jeans, feeling the hard 
penis straining under the material. "You've got to fuck her. Just look at 
her." Deftly she opened his jeans and slid her hand inside.

Harry pushed her hand away. "I am looking," he said, and he was adding 
This image of the girl-boy writhing in the half-darkness to what he had 
seen as he burst into the clearing, the image now imprinted on his mind. 
David, bent forward, sucking one man's cock, his little breasts pressing 
out of the half cup bra, his penis erect, and his beautiful naked bottom 
pushing out to welcome a second man's penis. Harry sighed and bent to 
lift the boy girl who was still oblivious of his presence. 

"Hold on to her," he said to Alice, who came forward and supported the 
boy stroking him and murmuring calming words as he began to shake and 
cry. Harry pulled the blouse over his shoulders, pulled up the panties 
and adjusted the skirt. Then he picked David up and slung him over his 
shoulder and carried him to the little MG, now solitary in the lay-by. 

Alice got in and he put the boy on Alice's lap, where she held him. Still 
in silence Harry drove off, while Alice cuddled David, who fell asleep 
almost immediately. 

In a low voice Alice said, "Sometimes, I can't understand you Harry. I 
Think you made a big mistake back there. It was the right moment."

Harry didn't answer. He was still haunted by the two images which had 
Filled him with a deep sadness; they were intensely erotic and exciting. 
But somehow he had been unable to take advantage of the moment, of 
David's desire. He sighed again. He did not understand himself. Alice 
looked at him and fell silent.

Back again at his house, half an hour later, Harry remained mute. David 
too, sat silent at the kitchen table. Alice made some cocoa, and the boy 
sat, clutching the mug, his head bowed, his expression hangdog. The 
glances he occasionally directed at Harry Adamson expressed guilt and 
shame. He was deeply tired and felt that he had betrayed himself in some 
irrevocable way.

He could not bring himself to think about what had happened beside the
lay-by, but it remained present to him like a disgraceful revelation, an
exposure, as if his deepest secret had been revealed to one from whom at 
all costs it should be hidden. It was far worse than last night's secret 
that had to be kept from his mother. This was his secret and it was he 
from whom it should have been kept.

All the same, he was glad that he did not have to speak to his mother 
That night. There had been a message from her on Mr Adamson's answer 
phone. She had accompanied her sister to the local hospital and would not 
be back till very late. Mr Adamson, too, had seemed relieved. David 
himself construed Mr Adamson's silence as grave disappointment in him. He 
did not blame the man for what had happened at lunch. 

The events in the clearing in some confused and confusing way exonerated 
him, proved that he had been right all along and that David was quite 
other than he had thought himself to be, still wanted to be. He stared 
into the mug of cocoa he held in his hands. He had taken barely a sip. It 
had been a comfort to hold when it was still hot. Now it was tepid and he 
put the mug down.

"I think Susie's ready for bed," said Alice. It was still early but she 
saw how tired David was. She looked at Mr Adamson, morose and silent and
restless, walking up and down in the small kitchen.

He grunted, "You see to it."

"I should leave," said Alice. "I'm on early turn tomorrow."

"Stay," he flashed at her with a surge of irritation. "Look after Susie.
I'm going out." Alice sighed as the front door slammed.

"He's angry with me," David said timidly.

"No, darling." Alice put her arm round him. "He's angry with himself." 

She guided him upstairs, undressed him, taking off the blouse that had 
been white and was now marked and grass-stained and the creased leather 
skirt. She sighed again as she removed the bra, unhooked the waspy, drew 
down the torn stockings. 

"These are no good for anything now," she said, throwing them into a 
corner of the bathroom. Then she unhooked the waspy and, last of 
all, drew down the panties, then she washed him as, half asleep, he stood 
by the basin, half-supporting his slim naked body as she sponged and 
dried him. 

He was aware that she lingered over his nipples and his bottom and his 
genitals.

"I am a boy, Alice," he said, "aren't I?" wanting reassurance.

"You're very beautiful and desirable, darling, and you can be whatever 
you want to be."

"But everyone wants me to be a girl, to pretend to be a girl, even you. 
You call me Susie."

"That's the only name I know you by, and, what's more," she put her 
finger on his lips, which were opening to correct her, "it's the one I 
want to know you by."

She silenced him again as she led him into Alice's bedroom. 

"Lie down and I'll show you something." She pushed him gently onto the 
bed where he lay on his back, his head on one side staring at her 
expectantly. She turned away for a moment and he could see that her hands 
were busy, and when she turned back he saw that she had undone the front 
of her dress and pulled it aside and removed her bra altogether.

Her breasts were white and tipped with brown and beautiful. 

"You've seen them and you thought you envied them, Susie," she said 
getting onto the bed and straddling his chest. Just like Mr Adamson last 
night, he thought, as she lowered herself so that her breasts touched his 
face.

"I know you're tired, darling, but you're also irresistible. I'll spare 
you, but I must have something. Suck my nipples, and she lowered one of 
her breasts so that the nipple touched his mouth. At the same time she 
reached behind her and began to play with his penis and his balls. He 
opened his mouth and began to suck and lick the nipple she offered. 

"Harder, Susie, suck harder," Alice cried. He sucked at the nugget of 
flesh and licked at the aureole, then as his body began to respond to her 
caresses he began to use his teeth, nibbling at the nipple. "Now the 
other one, little bitch, gorgeous boy-girl." She slapped his face to make 
him let go and thrust the other nipple into his mouth. He sucked and 
licked frenziedly, and Alice played behind her with his erect penis, now 
and then reaching back as far as she could between his legs to touch his 
anus, and his body bucked and writhed under her. She did not notice that, 
even as he responded, tears were squeezing out of his tightly closed 
eyes.

With a growl she rose, got off the bed and knelt beside it. She took hold 
of David's hair and turned his face to the side and took possession of 
his mouth with hers, thrusting her tongue between his lips, while her 
hands roamed about his body, pinching his nipples, wandering between his 
legs, touching his anus, taking his penis and bending it between his 
legs. She sucked his tongue, then licked over his face discovering his 
tears by their salt taste. She cried out in delight and commenced to lick 
his eyes sucking up the Tears as they emerged from the tightly closed 
lids.

David felt overwhelmed and terrified by the passion of her assault upon 
His body. Her fingers seemed to be everywhere. Then she began to prey 
upon his nipples, biting them as her finger began to invade his anus. He 
wanted to beg her to stop but he was gasping now, and words would not 
come, only meaningless, pleading whimpers in which only the word 'please' 
made any sense. He thrust against her fingers inside him and then he felt 
the soft caress of her hair on his belly and thighs as her mouth engulfed 
his penis sucking and licking frenziedly. 

Alice was beside herself with passion. As she took possession of the body 
of the girl boy she had lusted after all day, sucking David's penis, 
fucking his anus with two fingers now, she thrust her hand under her 
skirt and slid long fingers between the lips of her cunt and found her 
clitoris and began to stroke it. 

When David came with a long wailing cry, her voice joined his, and in 
hers there was triumph as well as release. She swallowed his cum, but did 
not release his penis from her mouth or withdraw her fingers from his 
anus. She lay above, him sucking his slowly subsiding penis masturbating 
herself to a second orgasm which came as his penis began to harden again, 
and he began to protest, "Please, no, please, no," in a long litany of 
helpless complaint and he pulled futilely at her hair, only exciting her 
the more. 

When his penis was erect again and he was moaning and writhing once 
again, she released him and withdrew her fingers from his anus and put 
them to his lips, which opened to allow her to thrust them in to his 
mouth. She watched him once more as he sucked at her fingers, held by 
desire and frustration until she deprived him of them. Then she turned 
him on his side, facing away from her, undressed swiftly and lay down on 
the bed beside him. She pressed her body against his, one hand snaking 
under him and round to play with his nipples while the other reached down 
and held his erect penis.

"Yes, Susie," she whispered, her breath hot in his ear, "You can be what 
you want ...... when you know what you want."

As if in answer she felt his bottom push back against her belly and 
thighs and a great shudder ran through his body.

"Until then you are what others want you to be."

She went on murmuring and holding him in this way until first he and then 
she fell asleep.

Much later Harry Adamson entered the bedroom and found them clasped 
together, the young woman and the slim boy girl, her hand still holding 
his penis, their two heads side by side, the boy's bottom pressed against 
the curve of the woman's belly. He looked down at their entwined bodies 
for a long time.

Then he picked up the duvet from the floor at the foot of the bed where 
It lay and gently spread it over them.


