Sweet dreams are made of these...

"Paulie, that’s good form but we need to hurry up or we’ll have to let the next group play through,” Bill directed Paul.

“Um, sorry, Trainer Bill,” Paul stood up from his stretched position on the tee box to let Bill take his swing. Paul was very self-conscious being on the course in his training outfit, and tried moving his arms around himself in a futile attempt to cover up. Bill hit a straight shot landing right on the green.

“I guess that’ll do. Your shot, Paulie.”

Paul suddenly realized there was canary yellow bag with matching clubs next to him, grabbing a driver, ball, and tee, he tentatively took a step towards the tee box.

“Come on, Paul! Remember to keep your form right.” Paul felt a pinch in his groin, but didn’t remember putting in the gadget. Slowly taking deliberate steps in his high sneakers to swing his hips, he moved towards the tee. Bending over at the waist thanks to his stretching, he’s able to place the tee without having to crouch down.

Trying to line up his stance and bend over in these sneakers was especially problematic, but wiggling his hips and positioning the shoes, he was finally able to line it up. Pulling back in his back swing, as he’s moving the club down along the stroke, he hears Katie shout out, “dayum!! Nice ass!!!”

Paul flinches as he suddenly realizes that there is someone else there besides Bill seeing him the miniscule training outfit and whiffs his ball just landing in the middle of the ladies' tee box. “Katie?!? What are you doing here?”

“Well, I’m here to make you look like a good girl, Paulie. Sorry, I’m late, Bill.”

“Just glad you could make it before they kicked us out. Supposed to be a doubles tournament, but Paulie here would hardly pass in the current state, and I need more from my partner.”

They hear a ruckus behind them as the party behind them is finishing up the hole spectacularly.

“We don’t have time for you to mulligan that shot or even swing on,” Bill stated. “Just grab your ball, Paulie, and get in the cart. Katie can help you as we drive to the green.”

Realizing a whole crowd is about to be on him and nowhere to hide, Paul sashays over to his yellow ball and bends down to pick it up. He is rewarded with a cat call from Katie as she gets in the cart, as Paul tries to covers his rear and double time it over to the cart. Katie pats the seat next to her in back, “come on, sugar, time to get you gussied up.”

Just as Paul plants his nearly bare ass on the vinyl seat, Bill takes off at full tilt and Paul sees a crowd moving up the course right before Katie pulls his face towards her. Katie makes quick work of his face on a surprisingly smooth ride to the green. Paul is glad he didn’t have to play this hole as it seemed an incredibly long drive even at Bill’s break-neck pace.

They come to a screeching halt just as Katie plops a wig and visor on Paul’s head.

“Hand me my putter, dear, and come hold the flag,” Bill instructs.

“yes, Trainer Bill,” Paul says while he hands the club to Bill and tries to quickly move around him, his new hair whipping in the wind.

Bill is hardly 8 feet away from Paul holding the flag pole as he lines up his shot. Paul is sure someone is going to see him any moment, and nearly misses moving the pin before Bill’s ball got to the hole.

“Careful, Paulie, I nearly got a penalty hitting the pin; you need to focus or I’ll be none to pleased with you if you cause me problems.”

“Yes, Trainer Bill,” Paul said apprehensively, “I won’t let you down.”

“Speaking of, Katie, you got something else for Paulie to wear? Those shorts seem to be showing a very un-feminine form,” Bill said as he held out his putter for Paul to put back.

Paul shifted unfortably and looked around to make sure no one was around to see his silly getup. Grasping for the club, Paul felt an unexpected and flicked his head over to see a fleshy penis grip in his hand.

Letting out a scream and dropping the club like it was a live snake, both Bill & Katie looked at him bewildered.

“Ya, I got some things to cover up with. Pick up the club and come over here, Paulie,” Katie directed.

Looking down at the common putter, Paul bent over and cautiously carried it back to the golf bag before seeing what Katie was holding. “Put these on,” Katie said shoving the same skirt and top he sent Molly out in into Paul’s hands.

Paul could hear the crowd from the group behind them moving forward again. Carefully putting his oversized shoes through the skirt and tossing the blouse on, he sat in the seat next to Katie right before Bill took off.

Paul was very apprehensive as the skirt split fully up to the waist band and clearly showed the yellow shorts underneath. Worse as they moved from shadow into the sunlight, you could clearly see his yellow top through the unlined blouse.

Stopping at the next hole, Bill barked out, “you start this time, Paulie. Let's see how well you do.”

“yes, Trainer Bill.” Paul grabbed the driver & ball, and turned towards the tee realizing Bill stopped at the ladies tee. Paul turned just in time to see Bill & Katie drive away, “go ahead and tee off here, Paulie; I’ll setup on the regular tees.”

With not much else to do, Paul tries to sashay into position, but keeps pulling down his flapping skirt. He doesn’t remember cutting this much out, but gets setup to drive.

Getting setup and wiggling his hips to loosen up. “wahoo!!!!” Katie shouts out, “Shake that money maker!!”

Paul blushes furiously and quickly swings, hitting the ball halfway to the green & loses his balance before hearing the ball plop in the lake.

“You’ve got to focus on smooth movements and getting your swing natural, Paulie,” Bill said as Paul suddenly realized he was standing next to Bill at the men’s tee. “Kneel over there and watch me.”

“Yes, Trainer Bill.” Paul goes over to the edge of the tee box and kneels down in his starting position spreading his knees as far as he can. One thigh because fully exposed as the split in the skirt causes it to fall between his legs. Paul tries to fiddle with the skirt when Katie swats his hands as he realizes she’s kneeling next to him, “stop fiddling with your skirt and watch a real man drive a ball.”

Paul blushes from the admonishment and looks over to Bill and quickly looks away before Katie grabs his chin and faces him forward, “Watch.”

Paul tries to look anywhere other than where what appears to be a 6 foot cock coming out of Bills pants lining up to hit a golf ball. “Its important to have proper stance and technique. Make sure you’re grabbing the shaft firmly, but not so hard your squeezing it. Focus your attention on the ball as that were all the power goes. The shaft is just how you connect to it.”

Paul could not understand how this was relevant to training or even golf; the double-entendre was blatant and explicit.

As he rubbed the ‘club’ up and down getting a good grip, he looked over to the kneeling observers, “you’re a good cum slut, right?”

Paul looked at Bill really confused before hearing Molly next to him, “I am a good cum slut.”

Paul was shocked to see Molly kneeling next to him in a bright, yellow sundress as he didn’t see her walk up.

“I am beautiful,” Paul heard Molly’s voice come from Katie on his other side. “I am wonderful,” Paul’s mouth continued, “I am sexy,” emphasized Molly as Bill pulled his elongated cock back shifting his hips, before bringing his cock down and Paul heard Molly’s voice from Bill “I am POWERFUL” as he connected with the ball and sent it sailing to the green again.

“Great shot, Bill!” spouted Katie. “Amazing, Sir!” intoned Molly. “Wonderful, Trainer Bill?” Paul quizzed realizing Bill’s club was back to a traditional driver.

“Get in the cart, girls, and let's finish out this hole.”

Katie got back into the back seat and Molly taken the unoccupied seat up front as Paul sat down next to Katie.

Trying to pull the skirt over his thigh, and cover up his chest with his arms, “Is this all you had, Katie?”

Leaning in close to Paul, Katie whispered with a grin, “I know what you did to Molly’s outfit. The least you could do is wear it instead of her.”

“Unless you want to switch with Molly & wear her dress? But I don’t see anywhere private to swap out, Paulie.”

As we go to the green, Bill barked of directions, “Alright, Molly, you’re on pin duty; Katie, grab my putter for me; Paulie, take child pose across the hole from me and watch how I putt.”

“yes, Trainer Bill,” all ‘girls’ intoned together as they took their positions.

Kneeling down, Paul leaned all the way forward placing his chin on the ground. He could feel his tight shorts pull up into his crack as the skirt fluttered in the wind.

As Bill addressed his ball, he barked out another command, “remember your vocal exercises, girls.”

Paul could hear Molly & Katie continue, “I should enjoy pleasure from my own body.”

“That includes you too, Paulie.”

“Yes, Trainer Bill”

Paul joined the other two with, “I should enjoy giving pleasure to my partner.”

Bill continued to line up his shot as the others kept practicing, “I am a good girl. It's okay to be a slut.”

Paul blinked his eyes and it seemed like Bill and his ball were a foot closer to the hole without him doing anything. “good girls enjoy pleasing themselves. good girls enjoy pleasing others,” they continued as Molly picked up the pin.

Paul could feel Molly move the pin to between his legs and start running the tip along his cock causing Paul to close his eyes as the trio continued, “good girls love to cum. good girls love cum.”

Paul opened his eyes and Bill was two feet closer, “I want to be a good slut. cum sluts love pleasure.”

The trio’s voices and panting were increasing in excitement just like the mantra recording did.

Another blink and Bill was right next to the hole, “I am a good cum slut.”

Bill kneels down to look in Paul’s eyes as the mantra recycles and their panting increases with the recording, “I am beautiful. I am wonderful. I am sexy. I am powerful.”

Paul feels the pressure in his balls increase from the rubbing of the pin, “I should enjoy pleasure from my own body,” Paul closes his eyes to avoid Bill’s staring, “I should enjoy giving pleasure to my partner.”

Paul opens his eyes to see Bill is standing back up, but his putter has been replaced by his six-foot penis ‘club’. “I am a good girl. Its okay to be a slut,” their heart rate keeps increasing with their breath. Out of the corner of his eye, Paul can see Katie playing with her tits as they chant on, “good girls enjoy pleasing themselves.”

“good girls enjoy pleasing others,” they continue as Paul focuses on the ‘club’ head mere inches away from his face on the other side of the hole.

Paul can feel on the edge of release, “good girls love to cum,” A droplet forms on the end of Bill’s ‘club’, “good girls love cum.”

“I want to be a good slut,” Paul continues as he feels the pin pushing him forward with each stroke.

“cum sluts love pleasure,” Paul grinds back into the pin as he begins rocking back and forth getting even closer to the ball and ‘club’

There is a pause as the trio just moans and Paul rocks back and forth, faster and faster, getting closer and closer to the edge, he can feel his nose hit the ‘club’ as he rocks forward, shouts out, “I am a good cum slut,” as he is suddenly ripped back to reality.