What Have They Done to Me? Ch. 02

Warning: This chapter includes a detailed scene in which the character is reluctantly driven to engage in oral sex with a man. Please do not read if you might find this upsetting.

Part 1 Recap: At the end of my senior year in college, I signed up to become a test subject for a secretive company on the cutting edge of genetic research which was supposed to have the ability to reengineer the human body. I thought they were going to transform me into a handsome, irresistibly desirable man so I could fuck any chick I want. Instead, I woke up as a beautiful, sexy young woman with an insatiable addiction to semen. It is then that they reveal their true purpose - to develop the means of transforming anyone into the ultimate sex slave for their clients - and I am now expected to give one of the orderlies, Derek, a blowjob.

I didn't even make it an hour.

I sat on the bed for several minutes, silent and trembling. I was shaking my head from side to side uselessly, refusing to accept it. "They can't make me do this," I said again and again to myself, as if that would make it true. "They can't." I rushed to the intercom and hit the button, then screamed at the top of my lungs: "You can't make me do this!" And then, I said it again, but lamely this time: "You can't make me do this." My voice trailed off. I went back to the bed, sat down, buried my head in my hands, and cried.

It suddenly occurred to me how foolish I was to have put myself at the mercy of Genetech - to give myself over, wholly willingly, entirely of my own free will, to people who had this kind of power. I realized how absurd it was that I never asked any questions about what they would be doing to me - that I trusted them with my body, my life, without knowing anything about them or what their true intentions were, all because I wanted to get laid. How could I have been so stupid?

I tried to fight it. I really did. But it was useless. I could feel the craving continuing to mount to an impossible new level of intensity. I went back to the intercom, and this time, I begged. "Please don't make me do this," I said. "I don't like guys. Please, I'll do anything. I'll cooperate in every other way." I waited for a response, but there was none. "You know it works. It obviously works. You don't have to do this to me." I again waited for a response, but once again, there was only silence.

After a few minutes, I finally managed to get control over myself and, as hard as it was, I began to accept the inevitable. I knew - I had known all along - that there was nothing I could do. The craving had overcome my will to resist. I simply couldn't take it any longer. It was like every cell in my body was crying out for me to satisfy it, to make it go away. All I could think about was that wonderful feeling of relief that would settle upon me once I did. I wanted it more than I had ever wanted anything in my life. Going any longer without it, with no end in sight, made it impossible to resist. I knew deep down that there was only one way this was going to end, and the sooner I accepted it, the sooner it would be over, and I would get that feeling again.

I got to my feet, my eyes bloodshot and puffy from all the crying, and pressed the button on the intercom again.

"Okay," I said. "I'm..." At first, I couldn't bring myself to say the word. I wiped tears and snot from my face. "... ready." I stumbled back to the bed and sat down, awaiting my fate. It's not such a big deal, I kept telling myself over and over again, trying to reassure myself. It's not such a big deal. I can handle it. It's just my mouth, and... oh, God... a penis...

Almost immediately, the door opened. In walked Dr. Reilly and Dr. Roberts, and this time, the only one with them was the orderly, Derek. Just like before, the only thing covering his firm, muscled physique was a towel. He took his place a few feet away from me with the same shit-eating grin as before. The two doctors stood to either side of him, holding clipboards, with satisfied smiles on their faces. None of them said a word.

I decided to make one more hopeless plea. My eyes met Dr. Roberts'. "Please, just give me the purple drink. I'll drink it all." Silence. I then looked at Dr. Reilly. "You know it works. It doesn't have to be this way."

"This is the only way it's going to be," Dr. Reilly said with agonizing finality, and they both took a few steps away, giving Derek and I some room.

It took me several seconds to will myself to my feet. That first step I took was by far the hardest. Three more and I was standing in front of Derek. He was easily a foot taller than I was, more than twice my size, his massive bulk almost pure muscle.

"I don't know what to do," I said pitifully, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Sure you do," Dr. Reilly responded confidently. "Nothing to it." Then, she added with a wink: "Trust me."

I guess she was right. In an act of total and complete feminine submission, I slowly lowered myself to my knees in front of Derek. I looked up and saw him staring down at me with a look of smug, self-assured triumph. Oh, how he must love this, I thought to myself. I know I would have, if I was in his shoes. I would have relished forcing a girl in front of me to do what he was now waiting for me to do. I took a breath and reached up, taking hold of the towel where it was tucked into itself, just under his navel, holding itself up. A wave of horror swept through me as I felt my hand brush up against the hardness of his arousal from beneath the towel. He was obviously already turned on. I suppose I would have been, too.

I paused momentarily, taking another deep breath to steady myself, and then I unfastened the towel, and it instantly fell to the floor around him. He now stood above me completely naked, his manly body entirely exposed. His huge, fully erect penis was sticking straight out, pointed toward my face, staring at me like a one-eyed monster. Never in my life could I ever have imagined that I would be so close to another man's dick, and my eyes bulged at the sight of it. It was intimidatingly enormous - much bigger than mine, or at least the one I used to have - seven and a half inches long, maybe more, and thick as a banana. I shuddered and thought to myself, how on Earth will I be able to fit that thing into my mouth? It was throbbing slightly, either in eager anticipation of what was about to happen or just pleased at the sight of this beautiful, sexy woman - me - on her knees, helplessly submitting before him. I couldn't help but perceive every detail - the purply veins on his rough, rock-hard shaft; the smooth, bell-shaped tip with its prominent hole; the wrinkly skin of his big, hairy testicles, which hung down like two giant orbs; and the jungle of coarse, curly, black pubic hair surrounding it all.

Maybe it was from being face-to-face with it, but it was only at that moment that I truly appreciated the grim reality of what awaited me in the end. As bad as it would be to engage in such an intimate act with another man, and to have my mouth on his body - his private parts, his junk - the worst thing by far was what would happen at the end. Until now, it had only been this vague thing - I was going to have to go down on him, give him a blowjob - and, as terrible as that notion seemed, the devil was in the details. My brain was now contemplating the mechanics of it in stark detail - he was going to finish, he was going to orgasm, he was going to ejaculate, and it was going to end up in my mouth. And I was going to have to swallow it. That was the whole point of it, after all. I felt another wave of dizziness.

"Don't worry," Dr. Reilly said, sensing my hesitation. "We'll take it nice and slow. Won't we, Derek?"

"Of course," he responded playfully. "That's just the way I like it."

I resented his playfulness. He had become the focal point of all the anger that churned inside of me - anger for what they had done to me, for what they were making me do. I recognized that he was leaving himself in a very vulnerable position. But surely if I did anything to hurt him, what he would do back to me would be much worse. He would probably beat me to a bloody pulp, if I was lucky. He was so big and so strong that Dr. Reilly and Dr. Roberts might not be able to stop him, if they would even make the attempt. I also realized that any damage I did to him wouldn't even be permanent - if they could transform me like they did, they would certainly be able to repair whatever I managed to do to him. And even if I was willing to accept the consequences of such a futile action, I knew the craving would have held me back. I knew I would do whatever it took to satisfy it - even this, which until now would have been unthinkable.

I took another deep breath, shifted my position, and began to move my head closer to Derek's anxiously throbbing manhood.

"You'll need some spit," Dr. Reilly offered helpfully.

I stopped, knowing she was right. I took a few seconds to build up enough saliva in my mouth, and then ran my tongue along my lips to wet them. I took a final deep breath and, at last, not wanting to prolong it any longer than necessary, I got it over with. I opened wide, accepted the tip of his erect penis into my mouth, and closed my lips around it. I shuddered as it came into contact with my tongue and then the rest of my mouth as it closed down upon it for the very first time. And then I closed my eyes and started sucking his dick like a lollipop, moving my head up and down the length of it. I immediately needed to place my hands on his hairy, brawny thighs to steady myself. It took me several seconds to come to grips with what I was experiencing - having something of this size stuffed into my mouth, opened wide as it was; the feel of his shaft and tip gliding along my tongue and the insides of my cheeks and brushing against my lips; the subtle salty taste of his skin until I had finally - mercifully - washed the taste away with my mouth; the intimate, musky scent of his body, which I was inhaling with every breath I took; and the sounds of pleasure and satisfaction that escaped him.

"Mmmmm," Derek moaned. "Just like that."

And that's how I found myself giving Derek a blowjob, pleasuring him with my mouth, wholly against my will, but entirely of my own accord. He was making it obvious how good this felt for him. That was painful. I had this done to me enough times - more often than not by someone I paid to do it - to know from experience how good it felt. It should have been me standing there where he was, with a girl on her knees in front of me, forced to suck my dick. Until only a few days ago, I had been fantasizing about having women jockeying with each other for the privilege of doing this kind of thing for me, after the procedure had transformed me into an irresistibly sexy man - maybe they'd even be taking turns, one sucking me off while the other watched, waiting patiently for her turn to take over and pleasure me. But instead, it was me pleasuring him.

"Very good," Dr. Reilly said. Instinctively, without intending to, I opened my eyes and shifted my gaze toward her at the sound of her voice, and I immediately regretted it. I had lost track of how close I was to the mirror, and I saw us clearly in the reflection - a dainty, beautiful young woman on her knees in front of a big, naked, muscular guy, her head bobbing back and forth in front of him, as if eagerly engaged in an act of utter and complete sexual submission. I couldn't believe that this was really happening, that events could have conspired to bring me here - that I was this dainty, beautiful young woman, and that it was my mouth that was pleasuring this man so completely. I once again closed my eyes. I wish I could have distracted myself or let my thoughts wander, but I found myself needing to concentrate on breathing and executing the rhythmic movements that were delighting him so.

All of a sudden, I felt Derek's hands on mine, and he grabbed hold of them and unexpectedly guided them and positioned them behind him, pressed against his naked ass, holding them there. It was obvious what he wanted me to do. Considering the position I was in, I felt like I had no choice but to comply, and I needed to be holding on to something in order to steady myself, so I found myself gripping the firm, rounded meatiness of his naked butt while I continued to suck his cock.

This went on for another minute or so more. Once I was past the initial shock, and once the taste of his body had been washed away by my spit, I more or less got used to it. It wasn't as terrible as I had imagined it would be, at least not yet. The actual physical sensations I was experiencing weren't so bad - aside, that is, from the discomfort of having something so big in my mouth, not to mention the intimate scent of his body, which I was forced to inhale with every breath. The worst of it was knowing what I was doing - that I was going down on another guy - so I did my best not to think about it.

But then I heard Derek's voice again. The word he uttered sent a shiver down my spine.

"Deeper," he said, in a confident, authoritative tone.

Reluctantly, I accepted him a little bit farther in my mouth. It wasn't much - only a fraction of an inch - but it felt like more than I could take.

Apparently, though, it wasn't enough.

"Deeper," he said again.

I couldn't believe he was making such a demand. I allowed him even farther into my mouth. The tip of his cock was now gliding its way down most of the length of my tongue, deep into the recesses of my mouth. Any deeper and it felt like I would gag.

But, once again, it wasn't enough for him.

"Deeper," he said one final time, impatience in his voice, and that's when I felt his hands on both sides of my head, controlling my movements. In this way, he forced his cock so deep into my mouth that it actually did make me gag. I tried to protest, but it only came out as a muffled moan: "Mmmmm!" Again and again he did this, forcing himself deeper than I would have ever imagined possible. It was a new low for me, having this man forcing his cock practically down my throat in such a way. Then I heard his voice again - "Like that." My mouth and throat were now slick with copious amounts of saliva that had built up from my gag reflex being triggered in such a way. It was at that moment that he began to speed up a bit, making it even more difficult and distressing for me.

"Concentrate on breathing," Dr. Reilly advised me, seemingly sensing my struggle.

After a few more seconds, he finally let go of my head. I managed to force myself to keep going this way, not wanting him to grab hold of my head and force it like he did a moment ago, wanting to at least have the ability to control the movement on my own. It was taking everything I had to keep myself from gagging again, and I did what Dr. Reilly suggested - concentrated solely on breathing as best I could.

"Oh yeah," Derek said. "That's much better."

This went on for another minute or two - though for me it felt like an eternity - before Derek's moaning intensified and I could sense that the end was in sight. A wave of dread came upon me, as I was painfully aware of what was about to happen. I wondered how gross it would be, how bad it would taste. And all the while, Derek continued to moan and grunt, his enjoyment evident. He was definitely getting close. It wasn't just his moaning that gave it away - he seemed to harden even more than before, and I could somehow sense from the feel of his swollen manhood in my mouth that it was about ready to burst and release its contents.

That's when I heard his voice again.

"I've been saving myself... all week... for you," he said, his words interrupted by his satisfied grunts.

Somehow, I understood his meaning in an instant. Somehow, I knew all too well what he was communicating through those eight simple words, because I might have been tempted to taunt a girl like that myself if I had been in his position. He had been "saving himself" - which meant he hadn't jerked off or had sex - for a week. That meant there was going to be a lot of it. A lot. And all of it was intended for me, all of it was going to end up in my mouth. I was horrified, overcome by revulsion. I could no longer bring myself to keep going, craving or no craving. I just couldn't do it. I intended at that moment to jerk my head away, but it was too late. As the muscles in my neck engaged, I once again felt his hands on the sides of my head holding it in place, my mouth still firmly pressed upon his stiff arousal. He began controlling the movement with his hips, driving his cock into my mouth and throat like he was making love to my face, with his big, hairy balls swinging into my chin with every thrust. I tried to jerk my head away again, but it was no use. My eyes opened and I looked up, my vision filled with the sight of his naked manly body towering above me, pumping away steadily with his rock-hard dick into the tight warmth and wetness of my mouth. I pleaded with my eyes for him to let go, but he didn't.

"Oh, yeah," Derek said as he continued to thrust, making eye contact with me. "You love that, don't you, baby? You love having your mouth fucked like this."

I tried to protest, but with his rigid manhood stuffed in my mouth, it only came out as another muffled "Mmmmm!" I was disturbed at how much it sounded like a moan, like I really was enjoying this.

"Now I'm going to give you what you've been waiting for," he said, and then he pulled back so that most of his cock had left my mouth, my lips pressed against what I knew from personal experience to be the most sensitive spot where the tip meets the shaft. He let out one great moan as he enjoyed that first intense wave of pleasure, then I felt his cock contract, releasing the first of its contents at last, and a hot, thick jet of his cum erupted out of him with incredible force, shooting into my mouth. My eyes rolled back into my head as I experienced the warmth, thickness, and taste of his ejaculate for the very first time, and I once again shut them. Derek waited a brief moment, then there was another slight movement to produce just enough friction, and then he moaned again as the pleasure swept through him, and I felt his cock contract a second time, and then another jet of his cum, just as substantial as the first, shot out of him seemingly with the force of a firehose. Again and again he moved in such a way, and again and again he moaned, and again and again he released his seed, which was now accumulating in my mouth. There seemed to be no end to it.

Just like before, it took all my concentration just to continue to breathe. To say it was disgusting would have been the understatement of my life. The thick consistency and gooey texture of his cum was just as bad as the taste - like chlorinated snot - but it was the warmth of it that I found to be the most offensive. And there was so much of it. I never imagined a man could cum so much, and there it was, filling up my mouth, pooling around my tongue.

At last, his moaning diminished, and I could feel only a little dribbling out of him, and then, finally, it stopped all together. He was done. It was over.

Or, at least, it was almost over.

"You'll want to swallow everything," I heard Dr. Reilly's voice say. "And try to keep it down. It will be much easier that way."

All the while, Derek wouldn't let go of my head. There I was, helpless, my mouth filled with the entirety of his hot, thick, gooey load. Dear God, I thought to myself, as I experienced a stark moment of clarity - here I am, my mouth full of his semen, his cum. I opened my eyes and again shifted my gaze upwards, making eye contact with Derek for a second time, once again pleading with my eyes for him to let go. "Mmmmm!" I said in muffled protest once again, and I once again tried to jerk my head away, but it was no use. He just continued looking down at me, maintaining the same satisfied, expectant expression, and held on.