Twinkle Twink little stars pt 3 by DLC's alyssa
Beth Falconi had come around the corner with her eyes peeled looking for Jim. She spotted him with his back against the leather of the booth scrolling through his I-phone’s emails. Her hand slid on to his shoulder as she dipped and swung her face to give him a kiss after letting her flowing hair move out of the way. Like many a woman as she lifted up she smiled and used her thumb to swipe away the lipstick she’d left on the corner of his mouth.
Twenty to forty words per minute with gusts up to 60 she spoke quickly dominating the conversation from the get-go with her initial comments.
“All this traveling….it’s been an age since I’ve been back home….have you missed me?....I think it’s been a good 5 or 6 weeks since we’ve seen each other, I never get good cell service in Europe or I would have called more…….wait those are earring studs…why you hipster you… I like them…..you seem thinner.’’
Her hand slipped in an adjusted her bra strap finishing it she gave off a gentle sway to her c-cups before moving the hand to his ear lobe.
“That’s quality silver…a woman can always tell.”
Pulling back she saw the glimmer reflected near the open collar of his shirt.
“Is that a necklace?… no wait …it looks like a collar…are you wearing a steel collar? It matches your earrings...they call it an eternity collar, choker style I think, the girl who did my tattoo’s has one…she’s pretty kinky but good with a ink needle…. I must say… why you really have gone ‘hip dude on the run’ with your look….your hair too its longer …it has a different style to it…it seems layered…..are you growing it out?....you’ll have to tell me where your stylist is at……mine’s a mess, do you know how much they want at one of those chic salons in Paris……a woman did yours didn’t she? …your eyebrows they’re tapered….what with us being there half our lives us gals can tell the touch of a skilled female at a hair salon…..why a girl goes away and comes back to find you’re full of surprises.”
Seeing Jim not get a word in edge wise the standing server waited patiently unsure when Beth would stop talking. Clearing her throat with a little cough she looked at Beth. Her years in the trade had made her a keen study of personality types. Looking at Beth especially since she was holding sway over then conversation she asked her first.
“You two know what you’d like?”
“Well he always gets a steak and me let me have some pasta…something with a cream sauce…pasta primavera sounds nice. Might you guys have garlic bread I’m dying for some carbs?”
Jim’s hands drifted to his neck as if to check the collar keeping it there Beth took note his nails were manicured with clear polish on them.
Jim spoke quietly.
“Let me have a mixed green salad with just a touch of vinaigrete dressing please.”
Looking at Jim then at Beth then back at Jim once more she spoke knowing it from heart.
“This evening is ladies night, we have a special Ladies cobb salad that come with a side of fresh peaches and cottage cheese, no substitutes sorry …you’ll save a few bucks…why don’t I bring that?”
More statement the question she wrote it down on her pad before walking away.
The evening moved along with Beth discovering a more timid Jim then she had ever seen of him. He seemed hesitant as though he had to say something yet didn’t know how. Jim closed his eyes briefly as they entered her apartment just glad his chastity cage had been removed. Still in all he had other concerns that gave him cause for worry.
Purse thrown on the couch she near dragged him into her bedroom, kicking her heels off as she entered in one motion she swooped the comforter off not caring where it landed.
“Off off …..everything off I desperately need some raw sex that involves a stiff cock from my guy turned metrosexual….I’ll have you ready to erupt like a volcano by the time I’m through with you.”
Looking in the mirror as she slid the side zip of her skirt down she glimpsed the baby blue male style satin thong. His back turned he meekly slipped under the covers. In bed Jim took to laying on his back unsure how she would react on seeing it.
A kiss hit his lips as she slathered her milky breasts letting them roam against his chest.
“Your chest hair……its gone….your dick too there is nothing there either baby.”
Her hand drifted down his legs and quickly felt it was as smooth as hers, it didn’t matter she wanted penetration now and would ask questions later. Beth’s hands cup his ball-sac disappointed he wasn’t hard. A few tugs on his limp biscuit later she realized action would need to be taken.
“Honey reach over to my night stand and hand me my goody bag from the shelf underneath.”
His hand lifted to let her see his underarm hair also had been removed. Beth lifted it upside down to see 4 rubbers, a hair clip and a tiny pillbox and a pink vibrator fall out. Her finger moved the pills around until she spotted the Cialis tab.
For a good ten to fifteen minutes she lay on top with her ass covering his face as he licked her pussy while she waited for the miracle drug that Cialis was to kick in. Once the hard dick rose to the occasion Beth spun around and lowered her soaking wet vagina on it and rode it for all it was worth.
The session turned out how she had hoped with him falling asleep she picked up his I-phone and went looking for clues as to why he had been acting so different. Scrolling through his call and texting log let Beth know he was having a relationship with Tom, one that wasn’t the usual ‘best buddy’ one she had always thought it was.
Early the next morning had her discussing things with Tom while Jim slept. As the conversation finished up Tom added his final thought.
“That’s a good idea Beth, you know I’ve always thought we were the ones who should have been dating by the way mine’s bigger and has better girth.”
Beth replied
“I want him outed in public so there is no doubting his new status.”
“Ok we’ll put our heads together and come up with a good way of doing it.”
Jim woke up to find Beth had left for work perhaps displaying being trained by Tom in the ways of a domestic he couldn’t leave the bedroom without cleaning it first before going to work himself. It brought a tear to his eye to see the note he left saying the needed to break up.
The air felt nice on his smooth skin, it had been 4 months longer under the rule of Tom as Jim held still careful not to fidget as the metallic piece slid inside past the rosebud entrance. Linked running up his back by a chain to his collar he realized he would need to be careful how he moved while on all fours. His hands balled up in leather ‘puppy pouches’ Jim was grateful knee-pads had also been put in place.
Tom bent and secured the leash to the d-ring of the collar. He paused wondering if he had locked the back door to his home.
“I have to tell you…. I’m not naturally cruel so if you try to rise to your feet that thing is going to make you feel like you’re being ripped apart…nod you head to show you understand.’
The two looked like a just another normal dog owner and his master out for a walk in the expansive backyard…except Jim wasn’t a dog and Tom wasn’t a typical animal owner.
Keeping back and to the left Jim had to adjust to keeping an even pace to the one set by Tom. The ball-gag soon had him drooling out the side of his mouth adding a sense that he felt almost sub-human losing control of his bodily movements. He could feel his level of submissiveness expanding inside the more they strolled as master and pet. Tom looked down and smiled.
“Good boy good boy…….you look like you need to relieve yourself….we’ll find a nice tree up ahead.”
With Tom bringing the topic up Jim found himself thinking more about having to urinate. A few minutes later he knew he had to go.
Tom felt the chain pull tight and stopped.
“Right here boi, lift your leg…careful now.”
Jim stared at his former best friend, another wave this one more like humiliation swept over him as he peed through the chastity cage while looking at Master Tom.
With the path narrowing Tom took the lead and let Jim stay right behind him until they reached a small clearing. The i-phone chimed out, its ringtone had Sinatra singing a few verses of ‘I did it my way’. As Tom spoke he lifted the cigar out and lit it while awkwardly holding the leash.
“Hold on a sec….I need to do something.”
He wrapped the leash around the thin tree locking it closed before he started to walk away. Jim held his breath seeing him walk down the path he wasn’t sure where Tom was going. A few minutes alone turned in to 10 the 20 then 30. Jim realized he was made helpless unless Tom came back.
The sounds of a forest can make one feel at one with nature yet when an animal comes by one realizes their place on the food chain has been possibly altered if they are secured to a tree. 3 squirrels scampered by with one stopping to stare before moving on. For the next hour he saw nothing until he heard a noise and looked to see what looked like a coyote off in the brush a good 30 yards away. Moments later a 2nd one appeared near the other.
Jim’s eyes lifted and looked back to the path they had walked on. Still no sight of Tom had him feeling a band of anxiety. The 1st coyote edged closer while keeping his head on a pivot, the 2nd one followed looking like he was watching out for the two as the first inspected and sniffed the ground getting closer to Jim.
Loud and disrupting the shot rang out. A second shot from the pistol had Jim worried even more after seeing it graze the tree near him. The coyotes took off and Jim heard tom yelling.
“Go on….get out of here…go….now.”
No explanation was given as to why he left him alone yet Tom knew he now had an even more submissive boi-toy to play with.
Jim slipped in to the hot bath relishing the feel of the warm water made slicker with lavender oil. A half hour later the scent had seeped into his skin as he padded himself dry. It had taken 5 different sessions of laser hair removal to give him a hairless face where he once carried a beard. At 5’ 8’ his body was a thin looking 137 pounds allowing his ribcage to be seen on his frame. His muscles had given way to a soft pampered look that went well with his shoulder length hair that had 3 different shades of streaks in it.
Tom slipped into the bathroom, he took joy in seeing his Jim now had the hairless body look often found on a ‘Twink’.
“How’s my bitch boy…a little fright today huh? Lets have you get out and towel dry”
Jim gently patted his body with the towel.
“Yes sir…I was worried.”
When Tom pulled him in for a hug his muscular body seemed to engulf him. Master Tom looked over Jim’s shoulder into the floor mirror to see the new tattoo on Jim’s lower back. Gentle lines swirling on the lower back on either side made their way downward until connecting as if pointing to his rosebud entrance.
A couple dozen tiny stars were placed all around moving out and upward from the center. The colored outline of the oval circle large enough to hold them had the words carefully written ‘I am a twink’.
Just under his 2 carat diamond studded pierced ears were 4 more pinkish colored stars one smaller then the next dropping straight down along the side of his neck. Anytime he slipped his hair back behind his ear from larger to the tiniest the stars could be seen.
Tom easily lifted Jim off the imported tile floor and held him in his arms as they walked out of the bathroom.
“Such a good boy today.”
“Thank you Master Tom.”
In the bedroom Tom lowered Jim to the ground so he could kneel in front of him.
“Yes, I think my Twink would like some nice cock to suck on…..now what does he say?”
“Master Tom may I please suck on your cock sir?”
Thin and lithe Jim slithered his body forward before grabbing hold to the sides of the muscled thighs.
Looking up he knew to wait until Tom nodded his head in approval. The master held still letting his cock go semi-hard before slapping it gently on Jims face. The bitch boy of a twink had learned he was to wait.
Tom let out a small single laugh.
“Go ahead…..what cute looking twink you’ve become.”
Jim’s mouth opened wide and slathered his tongue up the slope of the shaft. Closing his eyes to relish the feeling he let his tongue swirl on the head before sliding his lips on the cock.
“Yes you’re right Tom….he is a cute looking twink.”
The voice could only be that of his old girlfriend Beth.
Jim looked up while keeping his hand on the shaft of Toms cock. Shaking his hair he stared at Beth who stood only wearing 4’ pumps.
“Get my bullstud nice and hard now…such a good boy what a lovely twink you’ve turned out to be….your hair, I love what you’ve done with it…those highlights really bring out your eyes.”
The woman jiggled her breasts feeling superior.
“….and that gorgeous tattoo such lovely festive stars, what a cutie you’re turning into ….twinkle twink little stars…I just wonder how gay you really are….now I know, baby keep those lips on that cock….I need some thick meat that brings some heat.”
His hand on Jim’s head Tom rotated his hips to drive the cock in his mouth with intent. In her heels Beth was still a few inches shorter as she slid along to let her hands rest on Toms hairy massive chest.
“You’ve domesticated him, he’s good answering your phone he’s neat an organized with the administrative things you’ve asked of him ….with him being out of work I think he’ll make for a good secretary in my office…..lets call him Paige that’s one of those names that swings both ways. ”
“Sure babe…Paige sounds kind of cute for a twink. I like the idea of him being a secretary to assertive female lawyers.”
“I think will tweak his work outfits…something still masculine but with a hint of emasculation. …maybe some cute Italian leather slip-on loafers with 1” heels some tapered slacks with no pockets, we’ll have it tailored to highlight that cute butt ..get him one of those male leather purses with shoulder straps to carry his things.”
A kneeling Jim listened while he gave head. It had been a month earlier when things at work took a turn for the worse career wise for him.
Rarely seen in the business world it’s been said humility is good for one’s soul journey yet it often brushes up against pure humiliation blurring the lines between the two. Master Tom gradually stripped away his typical uniform of a suit and white shirt with a tie choosing instead to have him appear at work wearing more colorful selections.
The day had started with Jim in a pair of designer jeans preparing for casual Friday at the office filled with more then its share of alpha males. In the car ride over Jim wore a sportcoat to cover the shirt. Out in front Tom got out of the car and came over to his boi-toy.
“Take it off for a moment Paige let me see how you look without it.”
Still getting used to the new name Jim knew he was speaking about the Navy blue sport coat. The shirt wasn’t really a shirt it was more blouse then shirt. Small daisy flowers bursting throughout mingled against the burnt orange background.
It was a look that had been made wildly popular back in the days when London’s Carnaby street set the early 60’s fashion tone for the western world before passing the title morphing into the hip 70’s hippie look.
Things had been shifting at work as the weeks had moved along with others seeing the changes. The ear’s pierced, his hair grown longer and eventually styled with highlights, the thinner appearance that led to him no longer using the company’s gym knowing he no longer could lift heavy weights like he’d done in the past.
Feeling embarrassed when hearing them the other male alphas frequently began snickering when Jim was around. It was all he could do to wrap a towel around so his new tramp stamp tattoo of thin delicate lines and little stars wouldn’t be seen getting in and out of the shower room.
The message on his desk that morning said simply ‘see the boss’.
Jim walked into the large office clearly designed to let others know he ran things. As with many a company with an athletic guy in charge it was loaded with sports memorabilia. They were there to impress as though the images mattered, picture after picture was either 8 x 10’s glossies autographed or was of the owner posing at dinner banquets with others celebrity athletes from times gone by. Cigars in one hand, overweight beer bellies from too many cheap hotel steaks and alcohol lapped over their belt buckles letting all see they were well past their glory days.
Looking down Jim could feel the flower-child shirt had just a little too much billow in the sleeves to be worn by a real male. The boss slammed the phone down and let his eyes give a brief look at Jim before turning away while he spoke.
“You know me …I’m an open-minded person…”
Jim knew a lot of things about the boss and being ‘open-minded’ wasn’t one of them. Routinely he would tell racist or homophobic jokes to feel like one of the guys. It was the unwritten rule of many straight guys to make fun of gays and treat them like their inferiors if not society outcasts. One of his favorites was ‘how does a gay guy fake an orgasm?’ he often would tell the answer without waiting…. ‘he throws some hot yogurt on his partners back’. It was always followed with bellowing laughter on his part.
“Say those earrings, they’re new right…what is it right is left and left is wrong or right is wrong and left is I don’t know, tea for two and me for you and well I never can get that straight or I mean it’s a homo thing right?”
Jim stood there and knew what was coming as the boss went on.
“We’re making some changes….we have a spot open in Takoma Washington and you just might be a good fit…of course I wouldn’t recommend you keep those earrings in they’re a pretty conservative bunch up there….they don’t take kindly to…. never mind you get the idea…”
An hour later Jim left out of a job.
Beth ran her boobs along Tom’s skin.
“I’d like to see our twink lick your balls…he always wanted me to do that.”
He didn’t need to be told twice Jim held the rod by the shaft and let his mouth spread wide to take to balls in. The way he did it demonstrated how addictive it can be when one learns how nice sucking a cock can feel.
Tom tied the leash to the post of the bed Beth underneath Tom smiled over at Jim while spreading her legs her arm slid out so her hands could cup his ball-sac below the locked chastity cage.
“This penis of yours is going to get smaller over time, watch, the longer in confinement the more it will succumb to atrophy you won’t even be able to detect it yet centimeter by centimeter it will shrink before your eyes….do You know what a cuckold is?”
Letting him ponder the word her head turned sharply on feeling Tom slide his cock inside her. A brief look back at Jim
“Ohhh dear me…. thank goodness for big dicks.”
End of part 3....
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