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Tara’s Game Part 6

by ShadowJack 

Tommy’s
college experience began to change after Tara outed him at the make-out party.  Right from the start, he’d been obsessed with
trying to pass for a girl, and while he’d been remarkably successful at it, the
effort had an unintended effect.  He’d
been attracting boys who thought he was an ordinary girl, and when he told them
he was trans, every one of them had backed off.
Until Tara came to the party, Tommy hadn’t gotten past the kissing stage
with anyone, boy or girl.

Now word
was being passed around that, not only was he trans, he was also a submissive
slut who would go for anything once you got him going.  His new reputation was spreading fast, he
could tell by the way some of the other students looked at him.  To most of them he’d become an oddity, a person
with properties they didn’t understand.
But to some, he’d become a toy waiting to be played with.  As he discovered just three days later in his
drawing class.

The
class was drawing a still-life arrangement, their easels arranged in a circle
around the display.  To the left and
right of Tommy were two girls who kept whispering to each other and giggling, with
Tommy between them.  Then, while the
instructor’s attention was focused on the other side of the room, one of the
girls leaned over and whispered to him.

“Hello
Tamara,” she said into his ear, and then bit his earlobe gently while her
fingers slipped up under his short skirt and stroked his dick through the
fabric of his two pairs of panties.

Tommy
gasped and tried to pull away from her, but when he did he bumped into the
other girl, who was crowding him from the other side.  She smiled wickedly and snaked her own hand
into his skirt, down the front of his panties, and grabbed his surprised penis.  The first girl’s fingers slipped down to
stroke the slight bulge of his balls for a brief moment while the second one fondled
his bare penis, then the instructor finished speaking with the student across
the room, and both girls quickly withdrew their hands and returned to their
drawings, giggling behind their hands.
Tommy was left blushing and aroused by the encounter, but at the same
time there was a vague sense of dread.
He knew these strange girls were doing this to him because they’d heard
about Tara’s little display at the party, and he didn’t trust their
intentions.  Yet, at the same time, he desperately
yearned to be touched, and a part of him hoped they’d do it again.

The
girls did it again, both of them snaking their hands under his skirt and into
his panties while the instructor wasn’t looking, and this time one of them reached
behind him and inserted a wet finger into his anus, working it around inside
him while they both unabashedly stroked his dick in front.  Then they abruptly stopped and returned to
their boards as though nothing had happened.

Tommy
was blushing bright red by then, and under his skirt his stiff penis was
stretching his panties.  He looked around
to see if anyone had seen what had happened, and saw a slender blonde boy named
Kenny smiling at him.  Tommy looked away
quickly.  He was flustered and
conflicted.  While he knew that he had
just been sexually harassed, he still wasn’t sure whether it was a good or bad
thing.  Pretty girls touching him like
that out of nowhere was more like a fantasy than a crime.  Now he was excited, and he wanted more.  He kept quiet and continued to work on his
drawing, hoping the girls would touch him again.  

Instead,
one of them told the instructor that she needed to go to the bathroom, and the
other said she did too.  As they turned
to go, one of them took Tommy by the wrist and pulled him toward the door.  “You have to come, too,” she whispered.  “It’s what girls do!”

Tommy
didn’t resist as they dragged him down the hall to the girls’ restroom.  Kenny, the guy who had been watching quietly
the whole time, went with them and followed them inside the restroom.

Once
inside, the girls pushed Tommy up against the wall.  “We know your secret, Tamara,” the blonde one
breathed into his ear, leaning her soft breasts against his chest.

“We
know what you like,” whispered the brunette, leaning in close and running her
fingers teasingly over the bulge in the front of Tommy’s skirt.  “You look like a girl, but you’re really just
a boy.  Boys are easy.  Touch their dicks and they’ll do anything you
want.”

They
lifted his skirt, and both girls slipped their hands inside his panties and
began teasing his hard dick.  Tommy
gasped and shuddered, but he didn’t try to stop them.  Part of his mind knew that no good could come
from this, but the rest of him was overwhelmed by the attention and the pleasure.

They teased
his stiff penis relentlessly, until he was whimpering.  Then they ordered him to face the wall, lift
his skirt, lower his panties and stick out his butt, and he did those things
without hesitation.  Using hand cream as
lubricant, they stuck a rounded plastic tampon tube in his ass.  They worked it around inside him, giggling,
and soon had him wriggling and whining helplessly.  They made him get down on the floor and suck
their toes, grovel and call them “Mistress.”  They made him take off his panties and put
them on his head.  Tommy, glassy-eyed and
submissive, did everything they demanded of him.  Finally the girls had had enough, and they
went back to art class, laughing, leaving Tommy kneeling on the floor with his
panties on his head.

Kenny,
who had been watching the whole thing, led Tommy into one of the toilet stalls
and closed the door.  Without a word, he
sat Tommy down on the toilet, took out his own cock, and held it up to Tommy’s
lips.  Tommy opened his mouth, and the
cock went inside.  Tommy closed his lips
around it.  He explored it with his
tongue until Kenny impatiently told him to suck it.  He did his best.

This
was a new experience for Tommy.  He had
never sucked a cock before, despite all his kinky experiences, but he gave it
his best effort.  He sucked for all he
was worth, and as it swelled and surged in his mouth he became excited and
worked even harder to please Kenny.  The
cock was soon rock-hard and throbbing, and Tommy wanted more than anything to
please it, to let it master him.  He even
gagged himself repeatedly trying to get all of Kenny’s cock into his mouth.

Finally
Kenny pulled away from him.  He made him
get up on the toilet, standing on the seat with his bare feet, facing the wall.  He removed Tommy’s skirt and draped it, with
his panties, over the top of the stall divider, and made Tommy squat down.  The girls had lubed his hole with hand
moisturizer, and there was still plenty in there.  With a little bit of maneuvering, Kenny forced
his hard cock up into Tommy’s ass.  He
fucked him for a long time, slowly and deeply, while Tommy grunted and
whimpered helplessly, his cheek pressed against the cold tile wall behind the
toilet.

The
sensation of being penetrated by a hard cock, feeling it sliding deep up inside
him, using him for its own pleasure, was a powerful trigger for Tommy.  An overpowering submission filled him, and
had Kenny ordered him to do anything, anything at all, he’d have done it
without hesitation.  But, of course, Kenny
had no idea.  He just wanted a warm hole
to fuck.  At last Kenny came inside him,
groaning loudly.  Afterward, apparently
embarrassed, he left without a word.

Tommy
sat on the toilet and expelled some of the hand cream and semen, then took his
dick in his hand and energetically rubbed one out.  By the time he’d cleaned himself up, put his
skirt and panties back on, and left the restroom, art class was over.

The
following day Tommy found himself being followed by three guys he didn’t
know.  They looked like they were fit,
with short hair and confident strides, and two were wearing sweatpants, so
Tommy figured they were probably jocks.
They hung back at first, and every time he glanced back they were
grinning at him.  Then, as Tommy was
passing the Physical Education building, they suddenly overtook him until two
were flanking him.  They took him firmly
by the arms and led him in a sharp left turn, guiding him into the PE building.

Tommy
had been a nerd for years, and being bullied by jocks was something he had been
used to.  His instinctive response was to
go along with them and hope they didn’t hurt him too badly.  He was already inside the locker room with
them before he realized he had other options now, and then it was too late.

The
locker room was lit but empty, a dank, moist place that smelled of ripe
sweatsocks.  The jocks led him to the
back, and into an equipment room that one of them had a key to.  They locked the door, and then surrounded
him, grinning again.

“Hi
Tamara,” said one of them.  “We heard
about you.  We heard you’re lonely and
horny and shit, so we thought we’d help you out.”

“You
heard wrong,” said Tommy, finding his voice suddenly.  “I don’t need anything from you guys.”

“Shush,
shush,” said another one of them from close behind him.

Tommy
felt hands close around his waist, a hard body suddenly pressing against his
back and butt.  The other two were also
moving close, intimately close, their hands plucking at his clothes.  Tommy tried to pull away, but the one behind
him tightened his grip.  Hands lifted his
skirt, rubbed the bulge of his panties.
A hand reached inside his short jacket, up under his blouse and caressed
his right nipple.  Then there were hands
all over him, exploring the flesh under his clothing, and he knew it was useless
to fight them.  He closed his eyes, and
within two or three minutes he was gasping as his body responded to the
attention.  His penis and his nipples,
bared to the open air, stood out hard and quivering, begging for more.  Hands were sliding between his bottom-cheeks,
spreading his thighs wider, and he was cooperating.  His submissive desire had risen up and
engulfed him, and he no longer wanted to resist.  When the jocks bent him over a counter-top
and lifted his skirt, he stuck his ass out for them, as if begging them to use
him.

Use
him they did.  A hard cock, slippery with
lube, pressed into him, forcing its way through his tight anus and then up into
his rectum.  Tommy groaned and shuddered,
his knees almost giving way beneath him, but there were hands holding him in
place.  The invading cock sank all the
way into him, then began to rock back and forth.  Soon it was plowing in and out, fucking him
deeply, with gradually increasing vigor.

Despite
the nonconsensual and overwhelming nature of Tommy’s past experiences with
taking cock in his ass, or perhaps because of them, he found that he had come
to crave it.  At any ordinary time, he’d
never be able to admit this to himself, but when he was aroused and feeling his
submission, there was no denying it.  The
sensation, both the physical and psychological aspects of it, was a culmination
of his deepest, most shameful desires.
When there was a cock in his ass, when a man was using his body to
satisfy his own desire, Tommy felt weirdly, inexplicably fulfilled.

Tommy
had this epiphany when the first jock, having just inundated his bowels with
hot semen, was withdrawing his cock and stepping away, leaving Tommy feeling
strangely empty.  The feeling lasted only
seconds before the second jock stuffed an even bigger cock into Tommy’s bottom,
and along with the pain of entry came relief from that emptiness.  Then the ability to think at all was once
more swept away in the whirlwind of being fucked.

The
three jocks had their way with Tommy, one after the other, and when the last
one had pumped his load into Tommy’s guts they straightened him up, pulled up
his panties, fixed his hair slightly, slapped his ass and deposited him outside
the doors of the PE building.  Tommy
blinked in the sunshine, looking around with glassy eyes.  It took a couple of minutes for him to pull
himself together, and then be began walking slowly toward his next class.  His ass felt loose and slippery, and he
hoping the semen didn’t leak out and start running down his legs.

The
next incident happened right out in a busy hallway.  Tommy was trying to get to his class when he
was suddenly surrounded by six girls, asking him if what they’d heard was true,
while at the same time pushing him up against a wall where he couldn’t get
away.  He tried to fend off their questions,
and then their hands, as they brazenly lifted his skirt, yanked down his panties,
and took turns toying with his penis.  Even
though he knew he shouldn’t let them do it, once they had ahold of his dick, Tommy’s
resistance crumbled.  They encircled him
so tightly that passing students couldn’t see what they were doing, and before
long they had him panting and whimpering helplessly.  Then they abruptly turned and scattered, laughing,
leaving him red-faced and aroused, urgently trying to cover himself.

Tommy
had lunch with Sarah right after that, and after she’d prompted him a bit, he
told her what had been happening to him.
Sarah mulled it over, and told him she’d try to find a solution to his
problem.

That
weekend, Sarah played with Tommy.  She
did it so rarely these days that Tommy sprang erect the moment she told him to
undress.  Tommy loved these sessions, and
Sarah had gotten quite good at playing with Tommy’s body.  She tied him face-up across an ottoman,
wearing only a pair of white stockings.  She
put a foam ball in his mouth and taped it in place, so the students in the
other dorm rooms wouldn’t hear his cries.
Then she began teasing him, building his arousal to fever-pitch.  She inserted a vibrator into his ass, and
turned it on full-blast while she continued to toy with his throbbing, twitching
erection.

Then
her favorite show came on TV, and she turned it on.  It was a sappy, overly-dramatic hodge-podge
of struggling romantic relationships, and Tommy hated it, but Sarah never
missed an episode.  She sat next to where
Tommy was tied, her hand on his helpless penis, and began watching her show.  She stroked his oiled dick absent-mindedly
for a while, but she wasn’t paying attention, and every few minutes she’d
forget to stroke it at all.  Poor Tommy
was bound and helpless, practically quivering with arousal, but he was entirely
at her mercy.

Then
the commercial break came, and Sarah worked him up into a frenzy of desire with
her skilled, teasing fingers.  But after
three minutes the show was back on, and once more she stopped paying attention.  She held his penis in her hand, but the only
time she remembered to move her hand at all was when she noticed that he was
starting to lose his erection.

And
so it went.  For ten-minute intervals
Tommy languished, mostly ignored in his bondage while Sarah watched her show.  Then, during the commercial breaks, she
pumped him back up to full-on, quivering, glassy-eyed, almost-ready-to-squirt
excitement.  It was a kind of torture
Tommy had never endured before.

The
show was an hour long, and by the end of it, Tommy wasn’t sure whether he
wanted to cum or cry.  Sarah turned off
the TV, and turned to him with a big, wicked grin on her face.  “I have a surprise for you!” she said.

She
went to the closet and returned with something in a brown paper bag.  She sat, and pulled forth a box.  Tommy couldn’t see what the box said, and
soon she had discarded it.  She held a
complicated pink plastic device, which looked like it needed assembly.  She unfolded the instructions, and fiddled
with it for a long while, ignoring Tommy.

Finally
she turned to him, bent down, and began attaching a plastic part to his
genitals.  The part closed tightly around
both his balls and the base of his penis, and snapped closed.  He watched, curious and hopeful, but he
couldn’t fathom what the thing was supposed to do.  Next Sarah took a piece that had what looked like
a pink plastic cockhead on one end, and slipped it over Tommy’s now semi-soft
penis.  It snapped into place, attaching
itself to the first piece.  Tommy’s dick
was now enclosed in plastic, and that was when Sarah attached the last piece, a
tiny metal padlock.

“There
you go!” she said as she began to untie him.
“That should help.  You keep
having these problems because all anyone has to do is touch your dick, and you lose
all your free will.  Now nobody can touch
your dick.  Not even Tara will be able to
control you now!”

Tommy
sat up and pulled the foam ball out of his mouth.  He looked down at the device that enclosed
his penis, and tentatively wiggled it around with his fingers.  It was made from hard, tough plastic, the
kind you’d need a hacksaw to cut through.
It had a slot that he could pee out of, and there were some slots in the
sides that would let his dick get some air, but there was no way to touch
himself.  As he examined it, he realized
there was a major flaw in its design.

“Um,
what happens when I get hard?” he asked.
“It’s only like two inches long…”

“I
recommend not having erections,” said Sarah, unconcerned.

“But…
I have them all the time!  I can’t help
it!”

“It
shouldn’t be too uncomfortable,” she said with a smirk.  “Your dick isn’t all that big even when it’s
hard.”

Tommy
tugged on the padlock.  “How do I take it
off when I need to?” he asked.

Sarah
ignored the question.  Tommy had to
follow her into the kitchen and ask twice more before she would answer
him.  “You can’t,” she said finally.  “That’s the point.  If you could take it off, Tara could make you
take it off.  But you won’t have the
key.  I will.”

“How…
how long do I have to wear it?”

“Until
I decide to take it off.  Maybe a
month.  Maybe years.  Maybe forever.  You’re a girl now, Tommy.  You don’t need a dick.”

Tommy
stared at her, the implications sinking in slowly.  His penis stirred restlessly inside its cage.  Teased for over an hour but left unfulfilled,
it was desperately in need of attention.
But Tommy wouldn’t be able to attend to its needs, not now, and not for
the foreseeable future.

Sarah
had solved his problem with being taken advantage of by others, but doomed him
to a life of never-ending frustration and torment!

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Source: Femdom Planet

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