PUNISHMENT #1

The lights flash on and I whine out and try to cover my eyes from the bright light, but find my arms bound behind my back. What kind of joke is this? I try to adjust to the light and notice my wardrobe has changed as I was blacked out. It’s a tuxedo of some kind. It’s tight around my chest and the pants don’t feel like they fit either. I squint and see a dark figure approaching from the front. My eyes go up their legs and it’s not difficult to recognize the outfit they are wearing.

My name is Lorelei. I come from a rather wealthy family. My parents are good to me and support me in my interests, from which dancing has always been my favorite. Graceful movements on the dance floor and following the rules gives the beauty to dancing in my opinion. I love rules and I love following them. I also love challenges and adore tradition. I might come across as an overachiever to people who don’t know me very well. But everyone who knows me, knows that it’s just to make up for something I can’t shake or change.

The figure before me is wearing a fancy dress. Although the dress is very pretty and fancy, I can’t help but focus on the person’s limbs. They are smooth and lean. There’s shapes and subtlety, but the person before me is not a woman. The person is wearing a surgical mask and heavy makeup under some glasses. His hair is long and cutely combed. All and all the figure looks like a very feminine boy dressed in a beautiful dress.

“E-excuse me. Could you tell me what the hell is this all about.” I stammer and notice that the chair I am sitting on is bolted on the floor. I look up and see the man stop before me and look down at me and he starts talking in a familiar voice, which I recognize from the announcements: “Lorelei. As per written in the contract you signed, and due to you being eliminated from the game, I will proceed to punish you.” He switches from the commanding tone and attitude to a relaxed and natural one and gets down slowly and leans over closer to my crotch.

“T-the punishment? S-sure, but…” I remember there being a mention in the rules about that. I wasn’t sure what to think about it. I thought it surely couldn’t be that weird. The boy places his hand gently on my crotch and rubs there. I try to breathe calmly but it’s hard as the weird boy rubs my semi hard penis through my pants. “S-stop… I-I d-didn’t lose, did I? I had the little girl pressed on me! There’s no w-way!” I try to convince the boy, but he doesn’t seem to even notice and starts pulling my trousers open. I can’t believe it’s happening. As weird as it is, the boy’s soft touch and his cute dark eyes make me grow erect. I whine as he pulls my underwear down and makes my dick jump out.

My parents do not like what I was born with. At birth the doctors were surprised to find that who they presumed was a boy, as every sign pointed at it, was actually a dysmorphic female with the futa genetic anomaly. I have no external female parts at all. None to speak of. I do have ovaries. And I did grow up to be a woman, but again, you can’t see any sign of it down there. My parents didn’t like that. First of all they wanted a male child, secondly the surprise wasn’t very welcome either. I’ve struggled with my identity many times. But it’s dancing that truly makes me happiest, and when I can feel like a true woman. Held in some handsome boy’s arms, wearing a cute dress… I almost forget that I have nothing but a large penis and gross balls in place of a vagina.

I can’t help but blush as the boy strokes my penis. Looking down over my clothes all I see is some dude in a tuxedo getting a handjob. I can’t believe I’m looking at me. I start realizing my situation. He jerks my fat futa cock and makes muted moans through his mask and looks at me with his big beautiful eyes. I lost, I really lost the game. I won’t be getting the surgery after all. I will remain like this for who knows how long. A girl with no vagina. A girl with a big manly cock.

The boy in the dress gets up daintly and turns around so I get a look at his backside. For a boy he has a rather plump butt which he shows off excitedly. The dress hugs him perfectly and makes his subtle curves come out. It makes my penis throb and a feeling of guilt fill me. I can’t help it. Somehow it only feels right I get treated like this. Dressed in a man’s suit, touched like a man. I feel my balls throb and a flush go over me. “Oh, don’t you stop!” I whine and pant as the boy presses his butt softly on my crotch and starts moving ever so alluringly.

It’s like ****. I’m no virgin. I am not unlucky with my looks. I’m sure for many my body would be a lottery win for them. I have a larger than average member and naturally sexy feminine body. I’ve taken my dance partners backstage after a heated dance and tucked my cock aside and let them use my anus. Most understand my condition. I remember only a few times when someone was so shocked they ran away. Even the straightest guy can’t resist me most of the time. I guess I’m just lucky that way. My parents don’t approve of me being with girls too much. And using my penis feels weird. I can’t get over it. But making another girl feel good does make me feel good too.

The boy pulls the dress away and uncovers his round butt which he uses to rub my erection. He is teasing me. I moan frustratedly and shake on the chair: “P-please! If you are going to do it, just do it!” I pant and see him look back shyly and then back over to press my dick on his hole. “Ah! Y-you need l-lube.” I groan and watch as the boy doesn’t seem to listen and teases my cock on his anus. I’ve never been teased this much. My sex drive is high as many futa people do. So I often find myself masturbating or asking a girl to help me. My balls are hurting and I feel a cold sweat on my forehead.

Suddenly the boy leans down and grabs something from the floor and turns around cutely to pour it on my penis. It’s lube it seems. He puts a lot on and I whine and look as he gets ready. I’ve never done this before. It’s weird, it’s downright embarrassing. I feel the boy lower himself on me and I can’t help but moan as his tight warmness wraps around me. The boy moans in a girly voice and I can’t help but throb. He does such a good job at appearing girly. It’s making me frustrated. I want to be there! I want to be the one taking the penis! I’m the girl here!

He starts moving and my dick is loving it. I am not so sure myself. It’s true. The sight and feeling is amazing, but I can’t help but think and worry. The soft thumps of his plump butt hitting my trousers and the feeling of his butt taking my large member all the way inside is making my legs buckle. I try not to, but it’s too hard to hold in. My dick is about to explode, I’m going to cum inside him! “Aah! I’m cumming! Y-you h-have to slow down!” I tell him but he again doesn’t listen and moans all girly as his butt slaps on my lap.

I cum hard enough so I moan and squirt a load somewhere deep inside him. The orgasm doesn’t feel like it’s going to stop as I keep squirting and cumming. I pant and finally feel his hips land on me for the last time and he pulls out with a leak leaving his well gaped butthole. He turns around and cover his crotch which is still covered by the dress. He has a deep blush on his face and there’s a wet mark on his dress. “I-I need that surgery… please.” I whine and he once again doesn’t say a thing and walks behind me, giving me one last look as he disappears.

“I’m not a guy, dammit! Get me out of these clothes! I… I am a girl!” I scream as the lights turn off again.