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I had struck up a friendly relationship with Brett when he moved in next door. He had lived there about three months, and I saw him when I was doing yard work, and he was in his driveway working on an engine or a motorcycle. My wife Patti had taken an instant dislike to him because of his rough appearance. He lived alone, and on a couple of nights had hosted parties with many cars and motorcycles parked up and down the street. Patti insisted that a guy like that would lower property values.

Brett had first offered me a beer on a hot summer day while I was cutting the lawn. Another time he had had me come over and help to hold up his garage door while he repaired it. He was about 6'3", extremely broad shoulders and a very hairy chest that I had seen several times. He had a couple of tattoos, and a mustache and full black beard. He was very muscular, and I felt intimidated by him.

I was half a foot shorter than he, lean and mostly hairless. Still, because of my position in my career and my beautiful wife, I felt very confident in my manhood.

It was about this three month mark that Brett told me he was hosting a party for "the guys," and wondered if I'd like to come. It was Friday night, which meant that Patti would be off on her girls' night, so I said yes.

I hadn't been in Brett's house before. We had never really discussed much about him, so I didn't know what to expect at his party. When I walked in, the shades were drawn and it was kind of dark in the house. There were six or seven guys including Brett sitting around in the living room, and Brett got up to greet me.

"Hey sweetie," he said, "I'm happy to see you come." He put his hand on my shoulder and faced me toward the other guys. I thought it was a bit of a strange greeting, but I let it go thinking it was just his way of talking.

I introduced myself to the other men, but none of them was overly friendly or offered his name. There was one big black guy, and the others were all biker types like Brett.

"Why don't you do a shot with us and get the party started?" Brett suggested, offering me a shot glass. I figured it was tequila, since it was clear, so I readily tossed it back. It immediately burned the back of my throat and made my eyes water.

"What the fuck was that?" I asked.

"Don't worry baby," Brett said, "Nothing that will kill you."

I was becoming dizzy, and my breathing was difficult. I sat down on the floor.

I'm not sure how much time had passed, but I opened my eyes and became conscious of bright sunlight coming through a window. I couldn't see out, but it seemed as though I might have been in Brett's bedroom. I struggled a little to look around, and realized that my arms were fastened to the headboard with leather restraints. My shirt was off, and I could see needle marks in the bend of my elbow, as if I had been injected with something. My bare legs were spread and fastened in a similar fashion as my arms. I felt strangely calm.

"Hello?" I called, "Help me!!"

A moment later the door creaked open and Brett walked in. He closed the door behind him.

"You're finally awake, Princess," he said, "looking very sexy in my bed."

He approached me quickly and injected my arm with something. I flinched.

"What was that?!?" I protested, "What's going on??"

"Just something to keep your mind on the right track, baby," he said softly, "My buddies and I think you're pretty, and we want to make you feel real special." He leaned down and kissed my lips.

"You've been juiced up for a couple of days, so we made you comfortable -- changed your clothes."

"What are you talking about? What am I wearing?"

"Just some sexy pink panties sweetheart. Dal, my black buddy, thought it would be a nice way to cover your pussy until you're ready to give it to us -- which judging from the amount of juice and conditioning you've had is right about now."

With that he slicked his finger in his mouth, pulled the leg opening of my panties away, and for the first time in my adult male life I was penetrated. My logical reaction should have been shame and revulsion, but I just lay there calmly.

"Sweet," he whispered, "You want to suck some cock before the other guys come in?"

I didn't answer, but Brett unfastened his jeans and let his heavy cock and balls fall out. He climbed on the bed and straddled me.

"You're such a big pussy, aren't you?" he said more than asked. "Why don't you show me what you want."

As if on command, I parted my lips and licked them. Shortly after, Brett's giant cockhead was pressing against my lips. Suddenly my mind was flashing with images of him shirtless, while I watched him from across the lawn. I heard voices in my head, as though there had been several days of men telling me that I was just a pussy for other men, not a man myself. Just a cock craving pussy, until I believed it.

As I sucked Brett's cock, he continued to finger me. I was like a bitch in heat. And then I heard the door open.

There were more than six or seven men now, the room was full. For a time I was being watched, as I serviced Brett. When he climaxed, he pulled his dick out of my mouth and came on my face. As my mouth was still open, another dick was inserted.

"She's quite a cocksucker," I heard a male voice say, "Your conditioning really works Brett."

"I just take the ones who already want it," Brett said, "I knew this one was a pussy from the minute I saw her."

My natural inclination to be humiliated by such talk was taken over by the intoxicating smell of sweaty cocks and balls in my face. I had been sucking cock for what seemed like hours, and my arms were hanging limp in their restraints. My jaw ached.

Dal, the big black guy, stepped forward and pushed the last guy I was servicing out of the way. My mouth was still open, and full of cum.

"Let's have a true test of our work here," he said, approaching me, "How would you like to have your pussy fucked now, bitch?"

I thought of how I had said that to a girl once. I became painfully aware of my tight male body, dressed in panties, displayed in front of all these men. Rationally, I thought, I should beg for mercy.

"Please fuck my pussy, Sir," I said, "I want you to."

With that he slapped my face as hard as he could, "Call me Master, you little cunt!"

"Please fuck me, Master," I said, "I want to be fucked.

"Untie her," Dal said, and a couple of men came forward and removed the restraints from my wrists and ankles. I lay there limp.

"Show me what you want, pussy," Dal , "If you want to run, this is the time."

I felt like I didn't have enough strength to do anything. I knew I should run out of there. I rolled on my stomach, tucked my knees up under me which raised my ass in the air, and with the last bit of strength I had in my arms, slid the silky panties down over my hips.

I'm certain that Dal fucked me first. The cock was enormous, and I could never have imagined the pain it brought. There were several others after that were easier to take.

By the time they took me into the kitchen and strapped me to a table that looked like it was for a woman's gynecological exam, I was soaked and leaking cum. Brett stepped between my spread legs and said that he loved fucking my pussy better when he could see my face.

I didn't have any concept of time, or how many men had fucked me. From time to time one would look familiar from the grocery store, or the gym. One man who was a co-worker of Patti's said, "I'll tell your wife what a sweet pussy you have, baby."

I was constantly feminized by the men. The shots continued, and from time to time I would beg for cock. I had been made into a total submissive pussy.

After a while I was given a shot to drink, much like the one I had had on the first night. That was the last thing I remembered for awhile.

Once again I awoke to bright sunlight. I was in an awkward position again -- but this time I realized that my hands were tied together, and then tied to the railing of Brett's porch. I was completely naked.

Suddenly I could hear footsteps on the grass behind me, but I couldn't turn to look.

"Bill, is that you?" a familiar voice asked, "Are you all right?"

It was Frank, the big, burly mailman who had delivered to our block as long as we'd lived there. I felt a little sense of relief.

"What's happened there, buddy?" Frank asked, "What do you need?"

"I need you to fuck my pussy, Frank," I said.

He did. And it was amazing how many mail carriers were on the street that day willing to do the same.