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When Frank heard the knock, he took a minute to remember if he was
expecting anyone. He wasn't, so he slipped the copy of 'Numbers' between the
copies of 'Time' and 'Omni' in the magazine rack, looked around the room to
make sure nothing incriminating was in view, then went to answer the
door. He often wished he could come out of the closet - he had known he
was gay since the 9th grade - but as a vice-president in an ultra-
conservative bank he had an image to keep up and homosexuality just
didn't fit it.
He opened the door and was astonished to see his little brother Ben
standing there. He looked scared about something as he said nervously, "Hi,
big bro. Can I come in? You're not busy or anything, are you?"
"No, no - come on in. Have a seat. Want something to drink?"
As he got Ben a beer, he wondered what had lured his brother all the way to
Chicago. Ben was five years younger than Frank and they were just as alike as
apples and mangoes. Frank had always been good in school but had managed to
get straight "A"s without being labeled a nerd. A full scholarship had put him
through college and the bank job had come right after. Now, three years later,
he was a vice-president.
Ben, on the other hand, was awful in school though only because he wanted
to be. Ben was smart but he had fallen in with the wrong crowd and with them,
any grade above a "D" was right out. No amount of pleading from either their
mother or Frank could get him to drop the gang and get to work.
Then, when Ben was 17, Mom died leaving them parentless (Dad had passed
away when they were still young). Although Ben took a small monthly check from
Frank to help out, he refused to stay in school. He dropped out and got a job
at a fast food joint, making just enough to pay rent on a flop-house room. He
still hung out with his gang and was generally wasting his life.
Physically, the two were as similar as they were mentally. Frank was 6' 1"
tall, thin and rangy, with dark hair and chiseled good looks. He looked very
proper in a $600 suit, sitting in a leather chair behind an oak desk. He
looked hot in black leather, blue jeans, and silver studs at a gay bar or bath
house.
Ben was 5' 8", dirty brown haired, un-definedly thin, with bad posture and
no presence no matter how he dressed. Frank assumed his brother was straight,
but the only evidence he had was the stories Ben told which didn't prove
anything - he had told similar stories to keep his mother happy and in the
dark.
Frank settled back in his chair and looked at his brother on the couch. He
asked, "So, kid, what brings you out here?"
Ben fidgeted, hesitated, then said, "Well, actually I, um...I'm in trouble.
You see, the Nightrunners pulled a bank job a week ago and botched it. Jim and
Bill were caught and fingered the rest of us. We all ran, and I ran here. I
was hoping you could help me, hide me or...or something."
Relays clicked and an idea formed instantly in Frank's mind. A crafty
gleam surfaced in his eyes and he asked, "Just how badly do you want to hide,
bro?"
Ben said, "George used to talk about what it was like inside. I don't want
to face that. Frank, they got pictures of all of us from the security cameras.
I haven't a chance in court. George musta been telling the truth about jail
too, 'cause he got caught in a car heist a few weeks before the bank job and he
hung himself rather than go back. Frankie, I'm scared. Real scared!"
"Calm down, Ben, calm down. I think I know how to hide you where no one
will find you." Frank got up and continued, "Something more to drink?
Something to eat? Wait here, I'll get it for you."
Frank went into the kitchen and made a phone call. It was a number he
hadn't dialed in several years, ever since he gave up working for the 'Family'.
While he was in college, a friend of his had introduced him to a fast and
fairly easy way to earn lots of money quick. The local 'Family' ran a white
slaving ring for very high-paying and kinky clients. Frank had been employed
in bringing in raw materials. Usually, he went to the train or bus stations
and cruised for young, good looking, lost-seeming men. He didn't always get
hot sex out of the transactions (although that was why he stayed in it, apart
from the money). But, all he had to do was call the number, drug the
merchandise, and wait for the boys to come collect the package. The 'Family'
then took the young man and molded him in whatever way was necessary to fill
and order - from altering attitudes and sexual preferences to radically
adjusting body-shapes.
The voice that answered his call was familiar. Frank said, "Yo, Chuck,
how are you? You still in the biz? Good, good. I've got a package for you.
Half an hour? Fine. One more thing - I'd like to claim first entry
privileges. Thanks Chuck. It'll be ready when the delivery guys get here.
Bye."
Frank dropped the fast-dissolving pill into Ben's drink and took it out to
his brother. He had no qualms about delivering his own kin into what amounted
to slavery. Ben had always been a problem and it had been Ben who came to him
looking to hide.
Inconsequential and slightly strained small talk filled the 10 minutes
before the knock-out pill put Ben under. Frank looked at his brother sprawled
out in the chair and at the clock, and made up his mind to fulfill a fantasy.
He walked over to the chair and rearranged Ben so that his crotch was right
at the edge. Then, with trembling fingers, he fumbled the Budwiser buckle
open, unbuttoned the fly, and unzipped them. He was slightly surprised to see
blue and red-striped bikini underwear covering his brother's crotch.
Frank maneuvered Ben's denims down and off of one leg before pulling down
the colorful underwear and fitting its waistband beneath Ben's ballsack. He
was impressed by what those bikini shorts had hidden. Ben's pubic hair was
long, silky, and several shades lighter than his head hair. The tube steak
that grew from that patch was long and thick and swelling from the heat of
Frank's hand around it. Soon, with a little fondling, it was a little over
nine inches long, hard and smooth - and just too tempting. Frank didn't waste
another moment but dove onto the rod, inhaling most of it into his practiced
mouth.
His brother's cock was delicious, just perfect in every way. Frank wished
he had the time to really savor the blow-job, to excite his comatose brother as
high as he could go, generate as much cum as Ben's balls could stir up and
drink down just quarts of manseed. But, he didn't have that kind of time.
Still, he was used to time limits - at times, the gay lifestyle was lived
in spare minutes and seconds - and he knew how to make the best of his quarter
hour of cock-sucking. His expert manipulations penetrated his brother's
unconscious state and caused his hips to begin twitching with the pleasure
Frank created.
It was 15 minutes to the second later when Ben's pumping orgasm began to
fountain cum down Frank's throat, causing Frank to pull off of Ben's cock so
that he could taste the spewing jism. It tasted just as good as he had hoped,
and Frank made sure that he drank down every last drop.
It wasn't easy getting an unconscious person into clothes, but Frank
succeeded in returning Ben to a fully clothed state by the time the delivery
guys arrived to take him away. As he took the envelope from one of the
toughs, he decided that he would buy Ben back from the "Family's" operation -
after all, he was family (despite his earlier thoughts) and Frank was quite
enamored of the treasure between Ben's legs.
Another call to Chuck got him the number and name of the salesman in
charge of that facet of the "Family's" operation. Prices and specs were
discussed and agreed upon. It was fortunate that there had been no
outstanding orders when Frank had called in the package - that would have
forced him to try to outbid the competition, which might just have changed his
mind about the whole thing.
As the eventual owner - all money had changed hands before any work began -
Frank was allowed more than 'first entry' priveledges - he was permitted to
monitor the whole transformation process.
His first 'viewing' was three weeks into the procedure. Ben had been on
hormones from the start, but they wouldn't be showing any effects so soon. For
the same amount of time, however, he had been on some rather potent
behavior-modification drugs, which were slowly but surely eradicating his
personality while leaving fertile ground for a new one. Some of these drugs
made him horny all the time, and along with all of the other training he was
being subjected to was a set of instructions and exercises intended to channel
his sexuality away from women and over to men. Without the drugs this would
have been basically impossible, but the "Family" knew its business. And at
this 'viewing' Frank would take his 'first entry' priveledges.
Frank was picked up by some 'Family' muscle and taken to the training
center in the back of a blacked-out limousine. In the visitors' section of the
center, Frank was given a disguising mask and the rest of his clothes were
taken away. Then, Frank was led to Ben's cell by a nurse.
Ben was a bizarre sight. When Frank entered Ben's room, his brother was
standing in front of a wall mirror staring at himself (by order, of course).
He had been dressed in fishnet stockings and a black garter belt, 4 inch
heels, and a waist cincher. Make-up had been over-done on his face, making
him look more like a pantomime whore than a woman - especially since no real
effort had yet been made to make him look female.
Frank said, "Get on the bed, slut." His voice was scrambled a bit by the
vocoder in the mask so that Ben wouldn't recognize his voice (assuming he was
capable of such from behind the drugs and disorientation techniques he had
been exposed to over the past three weeks). The drugged and partially trained
Ben moved automatically, slavishly, to the bed and laid flat on his back.
Frank noticed that Ben's crotch had been shaved and his cock had been bound
into a small cup secured between his legs by leather straps.
Frank's next words had been coached into him by the doctors in the
reception area. This 'first entry' session was intended to reinforce as much
of the re-training as it could, and Frank had to help. He said, "Would you
like me to fuck your ass, slut?"
Ben gasped, shuddered, and then answered in a rather grating falsetto, "Oh
yes, Master. Please fuck me!"
Frank climbed onto the bed as Ben raised his legs and grasped his knees to
expose his anus, which was actually covered by a leather strap attacked to the
belts of the cock-cup.
Frank unbuckled the ass-strap and forcefully pulled the attached buttplug
out of his brother. Then, knowing that the tiny hole was pre-greased by the
plug and somewhat relaxed at the moment, he aimed and thrust his erect cock
deeply into his brother's body.
Ben screamed at the rough entry but he made no attempt to escape the
intrusion - his conditioning wouldn't permit it. Frank didn't have much area
to play with to get Ben into the fuck except for the tiny nipples, which he
made good use of. So, he had only his cock to bring Ben pleasure. Again, he
had much practice in this 'art form' and the equipment to bring it off with
ease.
Even though Ben's ass had been stretched by increasingly larger buttplugs,
Frank's cock was larger than any yet used and that difference gave both Frank
and Ben great pleasure from the friction. Frank also enjoyed the sight of his
healthy tool barging in and out of Ben's body and the pleasure that Ben was
feeling from that reaming.
He took his time but not as long as he might have. It was frustrating
being the sole active participant. Because of the state of his conditioning,
Ben wasn't capable of anything but lying there, clutching his knees and
receiving pleasure. So, after trying to entice Ben into more of a response
and realizing it wasn't going to happen just yet, Frank let down his defenses
and began pumping faster and faster, finally blasting a mammoth load of cum
into his brother, pulling out mid-way through to spray white heat all over
Ben's body.
When the orgasm was over, Frank just got off of the bed and left the room.
He waited in the hall until he had recovered somewhat, and then returned to the
visitors' area to reclaim his clothes and clean up a little. He was then
chauffeured back home in the same blacked-out limousine, well pleased.
Frank went back once a week thereafter just to observe the various facets
of Ben's training, joining in with another bedroom scene every three weeks or
so. He watched as change after change was effected in his brother. The
easiest change to chart was the one that made Ben into Barbara. The hormones
(augmented by various specialized drugs) did an amazing job of feminizing
little Ben. His hair grew very fast and lightened into a shade that was very
blond, almost white. His face went from non-descriptly male to beautifully
female. His features were slightly altered by surgery, but most of the rest
of his female body was 'natural', having been chemically rather than surgically
altered.
Naturally, his chest fleshed out. Barbara was blessed with perfectly
natural 40D breasts that were a 'perfect pair' by all standards. The strict
corseting and forced dieting had reduced his waist to 25 inches even without
cinching, and he was capable wearing a corset without any discomfort that
further reduced his waist to 18 inches. His hips and ass has flared out to
36 inches, with the padding on his rear settling into a perfect teardrop
shape that wiggled sensuously even when not on top of heels. Arms and legs
had been slimmed by the hormones and much shaping exercise. Skin cremes,
conditioners, toners, and the hormones made his skin soft and smooth, and
giving him a real 'peaches and cream' complexion. Permanent depilatories had
exterminated all the follicles in Barbara's face, arms, chest, etc. - his whole
body from the jaw down, including his groin. Frank had weighed whether to
keep that pretty thatch of pubic hair, but finally decided that bald was
beautiful.
And of course, Barbara still had the ultimate male appendage - his cock.
All 9+ inches, still fully operable thanks to the special hormones and drugs
used.
The other changes made by the six month program were not as outwardly
noticeable. Barbara no longer remembered his - no her - life as Ben. She had
been told that an accident had caused amnesia (in reality, it had been some
very powerful drugs and an expert hypnotist that had eradicated Ben). This was
the same excuse used to explain to her why she was in the 'hospital' during her
last few months at the center. She had had some of the destroyed personality
replaced with aspects of another one more suited to Frank's needs and wishes
(but it would have been completely impossible to fabricate a new self for
Barbara from scratch - she would 'grow' a new personality during her time with
Frank). Some of these aspects included her craving for cock, especially in her
ass though she longed for the day she could suck one or even have one tit-fuck
her. Feminine reactions had been drilled into her - thoughts, desires, needs.
Ben was dead and gone, and Barbara was just all ready to take his place.
The day finally arrived when Frank was to take Barbara home. She had been
told that he was her husband, and had been very patient while she healed in the
hospital. So, she was eager to meet him that day, doing her best to dress up
and make herself pretty. She didn't really remember Frank from any time before
his visits in the 'clinic', but she thought he was very handsome and was glad
he still wanted to be her husband even though she didn't have any past.
When she walked through the door to the visitors' area of the center, Frank
was stunned by her beauty. Her dress was sexy and showed off her (new) body to
its maximum effect, and her makeup was so artfully done that it enhanced her
natural beauty perfectly.
The limo returned them to Frank's apartment. Frank could have wished for a
longer ride since Barbara seemed eager to get reacquainted with her husband as
intimately as possible, and it was hard as hell to get his cock back under his
zipper when the limo reached its destination.
It took only the door of the apartment to close before Barbara was all over
Frank again. She ripped his clothes off of his body and attacked his still
hard cock, swallowing it in one swooping motion right down her throat.
Somewhere within all of the lessons and indoctrination that had been fed
into Barbara was instant sexual skill. She sucked cock like a pro, and all of
Frank's control was like nothing against her roving hands and talented mouth.
In nothing flat he lost his load down her throat. She dragged him into his
bedroom and pushed him onto the bed. When she had stripped off her dress,
Frank saw that her lingerie was even sexier than her dress had been and it
got even sexier when she removed her blue panties and freed her cock from its
concealment. Frank said, "Fuck me, Barb. Ream my ass. Now!"
Barbara eagerly complied. Frank handed her a tube of KY and she greased
her cock and his ass. Then, with the same learned expertise as the blow job
had possessed, she began to fuck him.
It was wonderful, and Frank was in heaven. His brother/wife had everything
he needed for fun - she fucked and sucked like a pro, with enough cock for
anyone, and she looked to the world like a woman. A perfect cover, which would
also lend him some credibility with his peers at the bank. As he lay there
with his 'wife' fucking his ass into total ecstasy, he thanked all the gods for
the day his brother had walked into his apartment looking for somewhere to
hide. And, as both cocks erupted and he watched Barbara's face contort in
pleasure while his cum covered her breasts, he thought that Ben was now very
well hidden indeed.
FIN
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