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All For Fun!

By Throne

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***DEVIN DICKIE NOTE***

All characters are OVER 18 years of AGE! This is a bullying fantasy and not real.  The acts in the following written work are only consensual  sexual choices and fantasy humiliation scenarios.

Bullying is NOT OKAY and If you or someone you know is being bullied, please alert the authorities. 

ALL FOR FUN

by Throne

Madison and Christie were a couple of stuck up, self involved young women.  They loved shopping and celebrity gossip.  The latest styles in clothes and trendiest clubs were two of their main interests.  They had just bought designer handbags and matching shoes, happily spending the family money their indulgent parents so readily provided.  Afterwards they stopped at their favorite trendy eatery for light salads and colorful exotic drinks.  As they sat there discussing celebrities they admired and those they disapproved of, something distracted them.  Coming in the door were Jerrold and Herbert, two snooty rich boys who acted like they owned the world.  They came from old money and looked down on the girls' lifestyle, even though theirs was equally vapid but in different ways.  The guys had decided that it would be fun to date such outgoing and fun loving types, even though they considered them inferiors.  They wanted to bed and then abandon them.

"Hello, ladies," Jerrold said with his usual hauteur

"How nice to run into you," Herbert added, looking down his nose.

"Yeah," Madison said.  "How nice for you."

"But not us," Christie added.  "You look like you got caught in a tweed explosion."

"Well, if you two would get to know us better, you could see beyond our fashion choices."

"You could see what we're like underneath our clothes," Herbert offered with a smirk.

"Ugh."  Madison made a sour face.  "No thanks."

"Now wait," Christie said, giving her friend a sly look.  "Remember we were saying it might be fun to have the guys up to our apartment for a drink.  And whatever might follow."

"Oh.  You mean that special concoction we thought they'd enjoy.  The one that we spent all that money to get."

"Exactly."

"Ah."  Jerrold tugged at the lapels of his conservatively tailored jacket.  "That might be amusing."

"Yes," Herbert seconded.  "A bit of fun.  Did you purchase, perhaps, some fine imported whiskey?"

"Something like that.  I think you'd really like it."

"And never forget it."

"Well," Jerrold allowed, "I'm intrigued.  Shall we go?"

"Sure."  Madison finished her drink.  "It'll be fun."

"Yeah."   Christie raised her glass as if delivering a toast.  "All for fun."

They gave the guys their address, which Jerrold put into his phone's GPS system.  Soon their two cars were leaving the city.

"Whoa," said Madison.  "They really went for the bait."

"I figured they would.  A couple of smug snobs like them would never suspect anything."

Madison held up one hand with pinky extended.  In a plummy voice she said, "We'd be delighted to join you two peasants for a sip."

"Yes."  Christie adopted the same tone.  "Along with a quick hump, so we can brag to our equally snooty buddies about how we bedded some downscale girls."

They shared a laugh.  Madison concluded, "But that's not the way it's going to play out."

"Not after that special purchase we made with those high-class pests in mind.  And the other goodies we picked up during our last shopping spree."

In the other car Jerrold lit one of his expensive cigarettes.  "This should be entertaining.  I can't wait to have one of those tawdry girls on her back."

"Agreed.  Hope they will appreciate that they are being used by those above their station."

"Doesn't matter, in the end.  All that's of importance is that we make our conquests... and move on."

They shared a laugh.  Herbert concluded, "Move on and forget them."

When they got to the ritzy apartment complex the cars pulled into adjoining spots.  Everyone got out and the girls led the prey into the building.  With all four in the elevator the guys moved in and each helped themselves to a kiss.  The girls didn't resist.  Soon they were all in the apartment, the males on a long leather sofa while the females went to the kitchen to prepare the promised drinks.  They mixed four of them using the same ingredients but spiking their guests' glasses with a small amount of a special drug. 

"This is going to be fun," Madison declared.  "Their minds will become totally suggestible.  Anything we say will sound desirable to them."

"Their willpower will be gone for at least an hour.  I can't wait to turn them into our puppets."

"Just remember, if we give them a second dose of the drug, everything we make them do will become imprinted on their minds."

"And they'll never be able to erase it.  They might hate their new desires but won't be able to control them."

They returned and made sure to give the guys the right glasses.  As Jerrold sipped he raised an eyebrow and said that the flavor didn't seem to be anything special.  Herbert sampled his and announced condescendingly that he could order something much more interesting at the exclusive private club where he had a membership. 

"But of course," Jerrold went on, "drinks aren't the only thing that drew us here."

"Yes."  Herbert went on, "And since these libations are rather disappointing, you owe us something to make up for that.  Don't you agree?"

"I agree that we owe you something," Madison said.

"Like a good time," Christie suggested.

"That's the idea," Jerrold said, but his words came out slowly.

"A... very... good... time," Herbert echoed. 

Both guys were getting glassy-eyed.  Madison leaned in to whisper to Jerrold.

She told him, "You find Herbert really attractive.  And he feels the same about you."

Christie put her lips close to Herbert's ear to tell him, "You see how much he wants you.  The urge to kiss him in overwhelming.  Go on.  Get your mouth on his."

Under the drug's spell, Herbert inched sideways until he was intimately close to his friend.  Jerrold turned his face so that their mouths were only inches apart.  Suddenly they were holding each other, lips locked together, tongues wriggling.  Their eyes went wide with shock at the act they were committing but they didn't stop.  Not until they had both displayed runaway passion did they draw away from each other.

"Jerrold," Herbert said numbly.  "I don't know what came over me."

"Herbert, I've never wanted to even touch you.  That sort of thing is dreadful.  But... but..."

Madison supplied, "But you want to do it again."

Christie added, "And get your hands all over each other."

The males embraced, joined mouths, and felt around under each other's jackets.  It went on for a solid two minutes before they stopped, red-faced and panting, not sure of what was happening to them.

"What would really make you happy," Madison told them, "would be to get out of those scratchy tweeds and into something less manly."

"And we just happen to have the exact kinds of girly lingerie you two would adore wearing.   Strip down and then we can go to the bedroom."

In thrall to the chemicals now dominating their minds, the rich boys stood.  They stripped off their jackets and dropped them heedlessly on the floor.  At Madison's suggestion they each unbuttoned the other's shirts.  Christie surprised them by saying how much they loved playing with nipples and having the same done to them.  Tentatively at first, they reached for bared chests.  Fingers found uncovered nipples and rolled them gently, producing gasps.  Then they got more daring, kneading and lightly tugging the sensitive areas.  Jerrold impulsively lowered his head to fasten his lips over one of Herbert's nipples while still teasing the other.  Herbert threw back his head and let out an explosive moan.  They remained like that for long moments before trading roles. 

"This is so arousing," Madison informed them.

"Your cocks are getting harder than they've ever been."

Visible bulges appeared in the crotches of both pairs of trousers.  The guys ground their pelvises together like sex-crazed libertines. 

"You want to get your shirts off completely."

"And kneel down, one at a time, to help your new lover get out of his shoes and pants."

The guys went along with it wordlessly.  There were flashes of distress on their faces, but each time they lasted for only seconds before being replaced by lust.  Before long they were naked. 

The girls smiled and Madison said, "Those cocks are pretty average."

"Or slightly below average."

Madison whispered to her friend, "Remember that we can implant emotions into their minds too."  She said to the helpless males, "Both of you are ashamed that your dicks aren't bigger.  It totally embarrasses you."

"And you wish your partner had a bigger one.  But you still can't stop thinking about cock and will settle for whatever you can get.  In fact, you can't resist getting your hand on what's between his legs."

For a moment the guys tried to resist this new manipulation of their sexuality.  Their arms quivered and their fingers clenched as they made an effort not to do what had been described.  Their resistance melted away and they seized each other's penises.  Overcoming their reluctance felt like a victory, as if they were breaking down barriers that prevented them from doing what they wanted most.  They held onto each other's shafts, tightening and loosening their grips, the two of them mewling and murmuring with need.

"When you're together you want to sound feminine.  You keep your voices high and soft.  Isn't that true?"

"Yes," Jerrold said wispily.

"Always," Herbert concurred in a breathy whisper. 

"And you want to get rid of that unsightly body hair.  You are sissies and prefer to be pink and smooth all over."

"You love to touch a guy who doesn't have a single hair anyplace below his eyebrows."

They ran their hands over each other, limiting themselves to areas with no visible hair.  Then they spontaneously kissed again, their erections pressed up and back against themselves, being rubbed between their joined bodies. 

"All right, you lovebirds.  Into the bedroom."

"You can't wait to slip into some silky panties."

"Your favorite colors are pink and lavender and lemon and lime."

"Plus you tingle when you see lace and ruffles and mesh and..."  Christie bit her lips as she tried to think of more girly fashion highlights.  "... ribbons and bows."

"Along with anything else that's super-sissy-sexy."

As they walked the guys toward the bedroom they offered tips on their gait and body language, with emphasis on limp wrists, swinging hips, and frequent self-touching.  They encouraged them whenever they patted their hair, held their faces between both hands, or ran their fingers down their bare chests.  There was one more unprompted hug and kiss before they were in the bedroom.  The girls produced items they had purchased for this occasion, two shiny crimson shopping bags full of them.  They handed each guy a pair of satiny panties and mentioned how much they would be stimulated by running them lightly over their already stiff nipples.  First they did it to themselves and then reached out to do it to their partner.  After much sighing and purring they stepped into the lightweight garments and drew them up their legs.  The girls urged them to strike pin-up poses, which they cooperatively did, flaunting their bodies not at the females but at each other. 

"Now how about some pretty tops," Madison offered, taking two from the nearest bag.

The newly minted sissies went ooh and ahh at what they saw, which were the briefest of bedwear, with spaghetti straps, gathered pink material, and a length that barely extended past mid-chest.  The victims happily put them on, smoothing them down and cooing over how sweet they looked.  They pranced around, flapping their hands in the air and licking their lips.  They kept drifting back together to share more kisses. 

Next came stockings, which they rolled up their legs while sitting close together on the side of the bed.  After one more promenade around the room they began to appear sleepy.  Madison and Christie glanced at each other.  The drug was wearing off.  Still, the men wouldn't be able to assert themselves for a while.  What they would be able to do was become very aware of how they were being reprogrammed and the fact that a second dose of the compound could hardwire their new preferences into their brains, so they could never be eliminated.  The girls led them to the living room and sat them on the leather couch. 

"So," Madison began, "here's the way it works.  We can stop now and you wimps can go home, rest up, and get over this.  It will just be a memory you wish you could get rid of but that's all."

"Or," Christie picked up the thread, "we can give you a second shot of the drug that went into your drinks earlier, and that will make the condition permanent.  Anything else that we add will be non-erasable too."

"What's it going to be, sissies?  Do you want to be addicted to acting like candy-colored, tangerine-sweet, cock-minded, suck-babies?  Hmmm?  Or would you rather get back to your old, upper class, king-of-the-world lives?"

Jerrold opened and closed his mouth a few times, like he was having difficulty making it work.  He said, "Please.  We've had enough.  Don't do that to us."  His voice was subtly shifting between masculine and feminine. 

Herbert joined in with, "It would be terrible for us to be trapped in a sissy mindset.  I mean, we're straight guys.  How would we manage if we were... you know... obsessed with... gay sex."

"And wearing lingerie," Jerrold reminded them.  "It's too awful to think about."

"Well, maybe while you're still not able to fight back, we should do something to help you make a final decision.   How about a little... make-up?"

"No," Jerrold protested weakly.  "Not that."

"It might be too much," Herbert said.  "I mean, I feel like I'm not myself already.  If you make it so my face doesn't even look like me it might... push me over the edge."

Madison considered that.  "On the other hand," she argued, "it might make you stand up for yourself.  So it really could be a good thing.  Let's do it."

"Nooooo."

"You won't know until we try." 

"You sweeties stay right there on the sofa.  Grab a few more kisses while you wait, if you'd like to."

As the girls went to fetch cosmetics, the guys looked hungrily at each other's mouths.  They were visibly fighting their inner drives to swap spit again.  Yet they were slowly drawn together as if my some invisible force.  Their lips met and their tongues automatically started to slide all over each other.  It disgusted them but they couldn't stop.  It was a frightening preview of what their lives might be like from now on.  Then their hands slid up under those mini-tops and resumed playing nipple games, to the sounds of sighs and high-pitched whimpers. 

"All right you," Madison said when they returned.  "Stop that tonsil hockey.  Let's pretty you up and see how that affects your decision."

The guys sat there, unable to resist but hating every second of it.  Their features were made over with eyebrow pencils, eyeliner, false lashes, shadow, blush, lipstick, and outlines around their mouths.  When they were allowed to see each other they gulped audibly. 

"No, no, no," Jerrold squealed, his voice entirely girly.

"Please turn us back into boys," Herbert begged, sounding like a kindergartener. 

The girls told them to stay seated.  They left the room for a few minutes and came back carrying two fresh drinks.  The guys shook their heads but only very slowly. 

"Now come on Jerrold.  Or should I say Geraldine?"

"And you too, Herbert.  But let's change that to... Herminie."

"You sissies have to take your medicine."  Madison brought the rim of the glass up to Jerrold's brightly colored lips.  "Drink it all, sweet cheeks."

"And you."  Christie did the same with Herbert.  "Every last drop."

The guys appeared ready to cry, they were so distressed, and so unable to say no.  They parted their lips and allowed the liquid to flow over their tongues and down their throats.  Then the girls made them lick their lips.  And lick each other's lips.  The boys were quivering all over.

"Oh dear," said Madison with phony sympathy.  "I think we may have gone too far."

"Maybe," agreed Christie.  "I guess we shouldn't put any more sissy thoughts into their heads in the next hour."

"Right.  What sort of things shouldn't we say directly to them, which would make our words stick?"

"We should avoid ideas like..."  Christie looked straight at the drugged males.  "You two will find cocks irresistible.  And you will be especially attracted to big ones."

"The larger the better," offered Madison.  "And heavy balls.  Those will be like catnip to you kitties."

"In fact, you'll seek out big strong men.   With lots of body hair."

"And muscles.  If they wear muscle shirts and worn jeans and boots, that's a bonus."

"You'll check out guys you see, with special attention to their crotches, trying to estimate through their pants if they have those overgrown cocks you crave.  Cocks.  Huge cocks.  Thick ones.  With big cockheads.  And raised veins."

"Loving those cocks will remind you of how inferior what you have between your legs is.  You will always wish you had more in that department."

"At the same time, because you are such complete sissies, you will understand that having unspectacular dicks is part of your identity."

"When you find those killer cocks you will want to touch them.  Get them hard.  Smell them.  Taste them.  And make them spurt in your mouths."

The guys wore stunned expressions.  They were still trying to fight this new wave of indoctrination but the drugs were winning.  Jerrold parted his lips and got a dreamy look.  Herbert reached over to fondle his friends genitals through his panties.

Madison went on, "You will be wildly attracted to male sweat, body scents, and the natural oil on men's scalps."

"Semen will be like ambrosia to you.  The taste of it will be addictive.  You will never be able to get enough."|

"But every time you succeed.  Whenever you get a monster cock in your mouth and lick and suck it until it spurts, you will feel guilty after it's done."

"You will experience terrible pangs of remorse.  How could you be such a pervert?  Going cock hunting like that?  Sniffing crotches and lapping balls?  Afterwards you will invariably have attacks of regret."

"Except that soon after that your need for more of the same will come back.  And build and build until you can't stop yourself from going after it again."

"Abasing yourself in front of any stud who has what you can't go without."

"Offering to do whatever he wants, no matter how kinky."

"And loving it."

"Until he's done using you.  Which is when you'll be overwhelmed by guilt."

"Which will lead to the whole cycle replaying itself, over and over, for so long as you both shall be sissies."

"In other words... always."

"You can't..." Jerrold groaned, "... do this... to us."

"We'll never be the same," whined Herbert.

"That's correct, Geraldine and Herminie," Madison said with a smile.  "You will be two panty wearing, perfume loving, cock sucking fag boys."

"And one more thing," Christie went on with a malicious twinkle in her eye.  "You will invite the men in your lives, those endless quickies and one-night stands and back alley horndogs, to take advantage of your very available asses."

"Noooo."

"Not that."

"Oh yes.  Plenty of that.  You will wag your butts at men and rub up against them.  You won't feel fulfilled until you get your tail ends filled.  That will be the most important part of your sex lives, getting stuffed.  And loving it.  But then feeling utter self-loathing at what you've done."

"Going home with a used condom hanging out between your butt cheeks."

"You tailpipe sore."

"Hating yourself for being such sluts."

"But then going right back to wanting more of the same."

"Cuddling together and trading stories about all the sex you've had."

"And since none of those big strong men are going to want to do anything to you queers except use you, you'll have to get your own relief another way."

"With each other."

"By using your hands and mouths."

"On those unexciting, average, or less than average, sissy dicks."

"But," Jerrold said without conviction, "we're not that way."

"Right," Herbert backed him up with a final flicker of hope.

"Not yet.  But while you're still under the influence of that drug, anything you do will become internalized and then stick with you."

"And you do want to do some mutual dick licking."

"Ball sucking."

"Running your hands all over each other."

"Ending up with a mouthful of spunk."

That second dose of the drug was at its peak effectiveness.  Unable to contradict what the girls said, the sissies slid off the sofa and onto the floor.  They licked their way up and down each other's bodies.  As if by unspoken agreement, they assumed the classic 69 position.  They lapped and sucked those dicks, swirled their tongues around them, and massaged balls.  The girls sat and watched the two-person orgy.  Madison had one more inspiration and told them they would ejaculate prematurely, which they promptly did.  Christie cautioned them not to swallow.  She had the pair get up on their knees, face-to-face, and join their open mouths, passing the double load of cum back and forth, mixing it with saliva, and having some of it run down the back of each one's throat with every exchange.  Finally what they were sharing was more spit than sperm and they were allowed to ingest whatever remained.  They clung to each other, sobbing as they were overcome by guilt at their lewd behavior. 

"There you go, lover-boys.  In a while we'll kick you out onto the street.  You can keep those pretty undies and everything else to wear them under your male drag.  There's a bar down on Seventh Street, near the industrial park.  At night after all the workers are done drinking and go home it fills up with some real rough types.  Perfect for you sex-crazed size-queens.  One whiff of all the testosterone in there and you'll be in rough-trade heaven."

"We'll show you how to touch up your faces before you leave.  Right now they're pretty messed up and you both have cream around the corners of your mouths."

"But those dudes will be pretty easygoing about your appearance.  They're less interested in how you look than in what you're willing to do."

"And to have done to you.  Maybe you can even get yourselves spanked.  Because you both love to be disciplined.  Mmmm."

"So snuggle together and then, when you can't wait any longer to start your nightly adventures, let us know and we'll make sure you're ready to go.  You can get rid of your unsightly body hair before you leave.  And keep it off from now on.  In fact, treat yourselves to permanent laser hair removal."

The guys held onto each other, sitting on the floor, leaning against the sofa.  They looked at their similarly smeared lipstick and runny eye shadow.  Of course the girls had gotten cheap make-up to create that result.  And soon they would be sending their well-programmed subjects out to start their new existences.  Madison and Christie hadn't bothered to tell them that whatever else they did, any unexpected additions to their menu of practices, would also become part of who they were, as permanent as everything they had been taught this evening.  Let them discover that for themselves.  Why spoil the surprise?  Geraldine and Herminie had to understand that this was all for fun.