What has happened to me? I feel more female than male these days. When I notice my genitals they seem so... weird.
I don't really use my genitals any more, after all. They are always locked up, and even when they aren't I am not permitted to really use them.
My own wife bred with my boss to have a baby, rather than allowing me to impregnate her. I watched it too. There was a period of several weeks where she fucked all her studs without any birth control. She was actively trying to breed.
After each time she fucked one of her boyfriends, she would ask me, "Well, Ethan, what do you think the chances are those little sperm have made their way to one of my eggs this time?"
I could never answer. I flushed and would hang my head. Liz would then laugh and say, "don't worry. It won't be too much longer now. With all to fucking I am doing one of those little spermies is bound to get through!"
She would then make me lick up and clean her of any remaining sperm that was draining out of her cunt and down her legs.
She was right; all that sperm got her pregnant in a few weeks, and now we have a beautiful baby girl that looks an awfully lot like my boss Carlos.
Since then Liz has basically restricted me from wearing men's clothing anywhere around her. I can wear regular clothes when I go to work, though even then I wear a bra and panties under my pants and shirt.
At home Liz delights in dressing me up, just the way she dresses our little daughter up.
I now have a set of wigs I use almost all the time. Some of them are quite elegant. They make me feel so feminine and attractive, and even Liz says I am beautiful.
Of course, I have to shave quite consistently, usually twice a day to make sure I don't have facial hair. I also shave arms and legs.
Liz has gotten me a set of very sexy clothing, high heels, stockings with a garter belt, a nice corset, and the like. The heels make me feel especially sensual.
Of course, there is a problem. My genitals. They just don't fit well with the outfits. They hang out, or bulge, even when I am wearing my cock cage.
Sometimes exposing my male parts with my female clothing is quite sensual and I rather like it. I do enjoy parading around before my wife and one of her lovers, showing off just how beautiful I am, but also exposing my cage. My testicles and scrotum are large, and even with the cage my cock is fairly big, so having all this fleshy stuff dangling between my legs I think is very sexy.
Once I was watching Liz fuck Terrance; she prefers her black studs because their cocks are larger and they are rougher with her. As I watched I was fondling my cock cage, trying to give my flaccid penis some basic level of stimulation.
Liz noticed this and told me to stop immediately. "Stop that masturbation! How dare you play with your male member without my permission!" Terrance was still inside her when she saw this and yelled at me. He hardly slowed down, but I stopped fondling myself.
After Terrance had ejaculated a load inside my wife, she got up from the bed and asked me if I wanted to fuck her.
Surprised, I answered "Of course, Liz, you know it's been over a year and I would love to."
"You are such a fucking girl. I think you've forgotten how. Show me how you would fuck me. What would you do?"
"I would... I would..." I was embarrassed as Terrance with his giant black cock watched me and my tiny white caged cock. "I would put it in you... and... thrust..."
"Show me. How would you thrust? Show me your motion, Ethan."
So I did. I started thrusting with my hips, my useless genitals dangling down, flopping.
"Harder, Ethan. Show me you still have the motion! How would you fuck me?"
I kept thrusting, trying to make it as sexy as possible, but it all seemed so humiliating. I was demonstrating in front of Terrance and Liz, my shaved legs and sexy female body thrusting like a man, hips pushing out as if the blob of flesh protruding out was actually a cock and balls.
"That's enough, Ethan. I don't see that you have anything that would interest me." Liz was brutal. I stopped the display of thrusting and ran from the room, crying.
Later, Liz brought a new guy home with her. "Ethan, this is Don. Don's not for me, he's for you. You wanted to fuck the other day and I thought Don could help you. Except he's going to fuck you the only way you are good for. Like a girl."
I was dressed in a beautiful little outfit with mesh stockings, a maid's dress and push up padded bra. I was also wearing one of my wigs, and I am proud to say I looked like quite an attractive girl.
Don was rough on me though. He took me, kissing me, pulling and shoving clothes out of the way.
"So you wanna fuck, Ethan, my boy? Well, we are gonna fuck."
Liz watched me and Don as Don pulled my dress off and pushed me down. He took me then, demanding that I accommodate him with my ass. I cried, moaned, grunted, moaned some more, as Don shoved and fucked me, hard.
The blob of flesh between my legs flopped around uselessly during this entire time. My ass was stretched to its limit, the cock driving deep into my rectum, deeper than I had ever felt before. He humped me from behind mainly, his hands on my breasts, holding me and forcing me to his will.
Don finally came with a loud groaning yell, spewing semen into my rectum, deep. I could feel his cock pulsing in my anus as his orgasm pushed cum out of his body and into mine.
I couldn't help it, my anus clenched tightly around his cock as he came, that seemed to make him go crazy and prolonged his orgasm.
When he was done, Liz took him to the bedroom and told me to clean myself up. I went into the bathroom and sat on the toilet, my sore anus slowly opening and letting his semen slide out of me and down into the toilet.
I could see the globs of his white cum mixed with drops of blood in the water. He had raped my ass pretty well.
An hour later Don left, kissing Liz goodbye and giving me a swat on my skirt covered ass.
"You got a nice ass, there, Ethan. Let's do it again sometime." He laughed at my red face and left.
Liz turned to me when he was gone. "He says you need to loosen your ass a bit. It will make fucking you easier, and probably reduce the pain for you some, as well."
She guided me inside and gave me a large dildo.
"Sit on this," Liz said.
"What? I..."
"Do it, Ethan. You are to practice ass fucking this dildo for one hour a day, every day, from now on. Show me how you will do it."
I pulled my skirt up and put the dildo on the floor, then spread my ass cheeks and hovered over it.
Slowly I lowered myself down onto it. It was larger than Don was, and hurt going in, a lot. Thank goodness I was still lubed with Don's semen and some of my own blood or I would never have gotten it in.
"Now, fuck it!" Liz demanded.
I slowly moved up and then sank back down on the phallus.
"No, I mean Fuck It! Like, fuck it like it was a man and you are doing your best to please him! Fuck it like I fuck Terrell!"
I sped up, lifting and squatting, pushing it in and out of my asshole.
"Faster! Faster!" Demanded Liz, and I went faster until I was frantically fucking the dildo with all my might. It hurt like crazy but strangely it also felt satisfying, like I actually had a cock in my ass and was doing my best to satisfy it.
After an hour Liz finally let me up and told me to feed the baby and fix dinner.
Before she did though, she said something that really disturbed me.
She took hold of my scrotum and felt my dangling testicles. "You know, you really don't need these any more, do you? It isn't like you are going to breed or get anyone pregnant. They just get in the way and make you look all bulgy and floppy when you are dressed nicely as a girl."
"Go take care of the baby."
What worries me is that she is right. My balls actually have no purpose, and I wonder what she might do.
