Taste of Submission

A/N: Another tag warning here, as this chapter delves deeper into **** feminization with some undertones of race play.

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Ch 12 - Taste of Submission

22:35 Friday

Might as well have some fun with this, I thought, knocking on Stanley Song’s apartment door. This seemed like a good time to push some boundaries, with very little risk if it went unexpectedly.

I had a small spray bottle with me, just in case, the final one I owned. No reason not to be prepared. I really needed to buy new ones, or better yet, figure out a more discreet delivery system.

I heard a feminine squeal of excitement from inside, and the sound of bare feet rushing towards the apartment door. When it opened, Beth was smiling with excitement, her face already flushed with arousal.

She was wearing an outfit that left very little to the imagination, sheer fabric covering her shoulders with a baby blue cotton top so skimpy it barely covered her nipples and did nothing to hide their state of arousal, paired with some tight booty shorts of the same color. Her flat midriff and long, smooth legs were left entirely bare, the skimpy fabric seeming only to emphasize her ridiculous curves.

“Hello, Jack.” She hummed breathily, thrusting her barely covered breasts out toward me with her hands clasped behind her back, squirming excitedly. “I’m so happy you came over.”

With a coy grin she added in a lower tone, “I’ve been thinking about you for hours.”

The busty blonde mewled gratefully when I stepped inside and pulled her into a hungry kiss, locking the door behind me. I grabbed a handful of her large, soft ass and Beth moaned wantonly into my mouth, rubbing her huge tits against me as she squirmed.

When we parted, her panting for breath as she rubbed the bulge in my pants needily, her flimsy top had gone so askew that her breasts were practically on full display.

“Play along with whatever I say to your boyfriend, okay honey?”

“Uh-huh,” Beth was only too happy to oblige, pulling the flimsy top up and sinking eagerly to her knees, smiling up at me while she undid by belt. Only then did some hesitation and worry enter her tone, “He’s going to be so mad.”

“Let me worry about that. All you need to worry your pretty little head about is pleasing my cock.”

The busty slut bit her lip and nodded, obediently lowering my zipper.

“Honey? Who was that?” Her boyfriend called from somewhere deeper inside, just as his girlfriend got her first taste of my cock, kissing the broad head sloppily and humming with contentment while she swallowed my precum. A small wet spot was rapidly growing on her booty shorts. “W-wait, did - fuck - did you answer the door in that getup? I thought -”

He apparently hadn’t recognized the eager slurping sounds before rounding the corner, because when he did, Stan froze and his face paled rapidly. Stanley Song was Asian, of some description. Korean, if I had to take a guess. He stood perhaps 5’8” tall to my newly 6’5”, with a wiry build, neither very fit, nor out of shape. He looked less than half my size.

For a while he just stared in shock at his girlfriend. Beth was moaning eagerly around my member, noisily fellating the top half of my thick cock while using her hands to jerk off the sizable remainder in time with her bobbing head.

“Ungh - hey buddy,” I greeted him casually, reaching down to fondle one of his girlfriend’s huge tits, which only made Beth’s muffled moans louder and her sloppy cocksucking sloppier. “Your girl really loves big cock. She told me you weren’t man enough, so I figure it was time for me to drop by and help out. Let you know the score, and put you in your place, you know.”

That snapped him out of his fugue state, some anger rising up to battle the horrified confusion he was feeling.

“I - I - w-what? I don’t - B-Beth, please -” He rambled, pleadingly, “- why are you - what the fuck is going -”

“Nnngh,” I gave another exaggerated grunt of enjoyment, though I didn’t have to fake it much, speaking over his panicked rambling. “Don’t waste your breath, cuck. I’ve got your busty slut of a girlfriend well trained.” I petted her hair affectionately, like a favored pet, playing up my arrogant smirk. “She’s not going to listen to a pencil dick like you until my balls are drained.”

Stan’s face fell into despair, his fists clenching, his face growing redder as tears welled up in his eyes. The connection between us wasn’t very strong, yet, but I felt the suggestions sinking in - unable to deny what he was seeing right in front of him.

“W-why?” He pleaded, before looking up at me with a mixture of hatred and begging. “You - you son of a bitch. F-for how long?”

I chuckled, “Oh, buddy. She’s been sneaking off to drain my cock almost every single day. I bet her kisses have been tasting a little salty for the last few months, huh? Mmmh, fuck. She’s got a talented mouth on her. She’s got a nice, tight pussy, too. Does she let you go bareback, pencil dick? Answer truthfully now.”

Stan had started to look sick to his stomach while I spoke, shaking his head trying to deny it, to resist the suggestion, but I don’t think it was working. Not while he was literally looking at her still slurping on my huge cock, ten feet away from him.

“N-no…” He whispered, but I heard him.

I chuckled again, shaking my head. “Damn, that’s a raw deal. Or quite the opposite, I guess. I love pounding this slut’s pussy without protection. She always begs me to breed her, you know? Wants a real man’s baby in her belly. Mm, that’s it slut. Suck my dick just like that.”

With Beth’s muffled gagging intensifying, I refocused on Stanley again, “You’re pathetic, Stanley. A tiny-dicked little weak-willed Asian, huh? You’re no man at all. Mngh. That’s why your girl belongs to me now.”

“F-fuck you.” He finally spat. The rage that had been boiling just beneath the surface simmered over, his teary eyes snapping up to look at me with raw hatred, even as he struggled against my words.

Shakily he stepped forwards and cocked his arm back, aiming to clock me across the jaw.

I let him try, just to see what would happen. Met his gaze with my insufferable grin, to spur him on. He seemed to hesitate at the last moment and I felt parts of my suggestion bleeding through, seeping into his mind.

His fist glanced ineffectually off my shoulder instead. Then I caught his forearm and squeezed, not hard, but we were on entirely different levels now. With a gasp of pain, Stanley followed his arm down to the floor, landing on his knees beside his girlfriend, sobbing in confusion.

He got to watch Beth’s blissful face up close and personal as my cock twitched in her mouth, spurting another burst of precum against the back of her throat. She moaned whorishly, swallowing greedily, uncaring of the audience, shuddering and humping the air as an orgasm rolled through her. Damn, could those big titties jiggle.

This close to me, for this long, it was apparent that beyond whatever else he was feeling, Stanley was getting very horny, watching his girl milk my cock.

I reached over and smacked him across the face lightly. “Look at me, bitch.”

The turmoil inside of him escaped in a sob as his gaze flicked up to mine obediently.

“She’s super orgasmic, right? Well, probably not with you. Bet that tiny little clit in your pants hasn’t made a slut like this come even once, has it baby?”

“- Nggh-uuhg -” Beth agreed readily, very clearly shaking her head, but not pausing her oral worship in the slightest.

“B-beth, why…?” He sobbed again, turning his eyes down again, until another slap reminded him to look at me. “Y-you f-faked it? I don't understand -”

“Because you’re not a man at all, Stanley. You’re more like Beth than you are like me. Just a soft, submissive little Asian bitch who’s been waiting for a real man to show up, and put you on your knees in front of his fat white cock, huh? I bet you loved tasting my cum on her when she kissed you.”

“N-no, I - I’m not - n-not like that - I -” He was rapidly paling again, starting to hyperventilate as his defenses crumbled.

“Tell your little girlfriend what she is, babe.” I chuckled, tapping the blonde on the head.

Beth pulled off my cock reluctantly, but turned around towards him, clearly frustrated that anything to do with Stanley was even briefly pulling her away from my cock.

“You’re practically a fucking girl already, Stanley. You never fucking take charge and you’ve barely got a dick. You’re exactly what he says you are.” Beth growled, spitting him right in the face. “Now stop arguing with Jack and know your goddamn place, so I can suck his cock.”

With a huff, Beth turned back to me and wrapped her lips around my member, moaning contentedly as she resumed sucking me off.

“Good girl.”

Stan recognized what was happening, staring in disbelief while his girl shuddered in orgasm again, mewling around my thick cock again and rubbing her pussy furiously while the wet spot on her booty shorts got exponentially bigger.

“She always cums like four or five times, even just from blowing me.” I taunted her crestfallen boyfriend, seeing the words almost visibly weighing him down. “Especially while swallowing it down. God, man, you would barely believe what a horny slut your girl is for my cum. ”

I chuckled again, making Beth squirm as I tugged on her nipple gently. “Of course she never orgasmed with you, did she? No girl would ever be satisfied with a tiny dick like that. That’s why she needed a real man, didn’t you baby?”

“Mmmhmmm.” Beth mewled in agreement, gagging herself on my cock wantonly as her hips twitched involuntarily in pleasure, her whorish moans muffled by my meat.

Every sentence I spoke seemed to shove Stan that much closer to a complete mental breakdown, torn between arousal, humiliation and his slowly dying anger. He looked to be painfully hard in his pants.

“Well, well, well. You’re getting all excited, huh? Look how hard your pathetic little clit is, watching your girl please a real man.” I chuckled again, when Stan ducked his head in shame. “I bet you’re thinking about all the times you tasted my cum on her lips, aren’t you? How much you liked it.”

“N-no, I -” He squeaked, his voice actually breaking as he flushed with humiliation, “I’m not! I - O-of course I didn’t…”

“You sound like a sissy cumwhore, alright. You loved the taste of my cum, huh? With no dick to speak of, you’re practically a girl anyway. Might as well start acting like it.”

“I…” Stan mumbled, more uncertainly. “I’m not…”

I snorted, pulling his girlfriend off my cock while she mewled in protest. “Suck my balls, baby.”

“Yeeesssssss - mmmnnnngh -” Beth groaned, and I gave an appreciative grunt before focusing back on poor little Stan. He was already staring at my saliva-slickened massive cock while his girlfriend’s tiny hands stroked it, his mouth gaping and expression hovering somewhere between horror and arousal.

“Look at you. Already opening wide for me, huh? You fucking cockslut.” His mouth clacked shut so quickly it probably hurt, mumbling some barely coherent defense. “You can’t tell me your mouth isn’t watering just looking at a real man’s cock. Because it is. You love it just as much as your girl does, don’t you? Bet you’re already thinking about crawling over here and giving her some help sucking me off.”

“I - I - N - Nnnngh…” The arousal was slowly washing away the horror and disgust, but the humiliation remained. He couldn’t quite get the word ‘no’ out of his mouth.

Inside my mind, a part of me exulted at breaking down such a fundamental part of someone, twisting them, a low roar of domination pounding in my ears.

“I know you can barely look away from my cock because you want it so badly. But you will show me some fucking respect and look me in the eye when I’m talking to you, like a good submissive bitch.”

As soon as Stan’s eyes snapped up to mine, I pulled his girlfriend off my balls and back to my cockhead. Beth moaned in contentment as she started slurping on it again.

“I - I wasn’t -” Stan started protesting weakly, but I cut him off.

“Did I tell you that you could talk, bitch? Keep your cockholster closed, or I’ll find something to fill it with.”

A shudder of obvious arousal went through Stan’s body as he struggled against a mind numbing swirl of different strong emotions. But he did keep his mouth closed. Barely.

“I know your type, girlie. You were imagining sucking on my fat dick like the submissive Asian slut you are, deep down inside. You want it so fucking badly, don’t you?”

Stan made a strangled, almost panicked sound, but didn’t dare open his mouth to protest.

Beth whined in protest when I stepped to the side a little, before she realized I wasn’t stepping away, just giving her boyfriend a better profile view in his periphery, of her eager cock worship.

“You want to be just like her, huh? A busty little slut with barely a thought in your head except for being stuffed full of my cock. And you are going to be.” He barely shook his head, two conflicting impulses making it more of a roll than a shake. I snorted, looking him over consideringly, making him squirm. “You’re already halfway there. You already think like an obedient, submissive cockslut. You’d open that little cockholster wide for me and let me fuck your throat the very fucking second I told you to. Isn’t that right?”

His mouth started opening, before he quite obviously **** it shut again, pressing his lips tightly together, making an incoherent sound of protest. “Mnrgh-”

I shook my head disappointedly, grunting as Beth's ministrations started getting me close.

“Stop fighting who you really are, you dumb cunt. You’re a horny Asian cumslut, **** for my white cock. Just admit it to yourself. You need to serve a real man, don't you? And you need to fix your body, so it lines up with your mind. You want to be a curvy little slut like your girlfriend, don’t you?” I stroked Beth’s hair affectionately. “You want to feel your feminine curves jiggle while you suck my cock on command, moaning like the little whore you are, and swallowing my cum every day. And you will. Soon.”

He was breathing so heavily through his nose, I thought he might pass out, struggling against his arousal and my words.

“Mnngh. I’m getting close to busting in your girlfriend’s mouth, cockslut.” He fucking moaned through sealed lips. “I know you wish it was your pretty little mouth. Isn’t that right?” His mouth opened half-way to respond before he remembered to keep it shut. “You know what you need to do. You’ll need to start dressing, acting and looking like this beautiful little bimbo.”

I swear he was somehow growing paler and more flushed and flustered at the same time.

I winked at him.

“Oh, don’t worry. You can just practice being a girl whenever you’re at home to start with. You’ll start to love that wearing skirts and heels makes you fantasize about pleasing me. You’re going to need to get that pathetic excuse for a cock locked up in a cage, of course. You know what that is?”

Stanley shook his head clearly this time. ”You’ll look it up. If you don’t get your little clitty locked up in one, you’ll be jerking off thinking about sucking my cock so much it fucks up your career. We wouldn’t want that, would we?”

I grunted again and had to actually concentrate not to bust in Beth’s mouth. Stan was giving a muffled moan at every other sentence, now, constantly struggling to keep his mouth closed as his fear of my threat to stuff it full of something was turning to arousal.

“You’re going to need to be diagnosed as a cockslut to get hormone therapy, I guess. I believe the medical term is transgender, yeah? But you know deep down that you’re a cockslut, not transgender, and that’s why you want to be a girly girl. So you’ll lie to the doctors, yeah?” I smirked, adding, “Some nice big silicone tits and ass wouldn’t hurt either. I’m sure you can afford it, right? In fact, you need them. You can’t stop thinking about how hot it will be when you’re finally an obedient busty slut, always ready to suck my cock.”

I pulled his whining girlfriend off my cock. “Stay there sweetheart. I’ll fuck your pussy in a bit.”

That calmed her down slightly.

“Y-yes, Sir…” Beth murmured, biting her lip.

When I turned towards Stan his eyes widened in both fear and arousal, shaking his head ever so slightly, inching backwards away from me. Far too slowly.

“I told you to fucking look me in the eyes, slut.” He managed to tear his eyes away from my cock, staring up at me pleadingly. I snatched a hold of his jaw with one hand, and started stroking my cock pointed directly at his face. “Hold still, you cum-hungry whore. I’m going to give you a free sample, for being such a good sport about me fucking your girl. Now, open your slut mouth.”

With both physical and eye contact, Stan’s poor battered brain had no hope of holding out. He opened his mouth obediently, moaning in arousal.

Not a moment too soon. Man, these things were hard to time.

“Swallow like a good girl.” I grunted in satisfaction, my balls contracting as I filled his mouth full of hot cum with a drawn out groan of satisfaction. Stan drank it down, moaning low in his throat, his entire body convulsing as he came his pants over and over.

He couldn’t keep up with the torrents of cum I was pumping out, spluttering after the second swallow, so I let go of his chin and painted his face and chest white with the rest of my orgasm.

I chuckled when I finished. “Cumming just from swallowing my load, huh? Just like Beth, after all. You’re already a well-trained cumslut in your mind, just waiting for someone with a cock like this to tell you to suck.”

Stan was still moaning incoherent, shuddering, and had slumped sideways against a dresser, but I was fairly confident he could hear me, judging by what I felt from the connection.

“You’d better lick up all the cum you missed, slut. Really let what we talked about today percolate and seep into your mind. You need to give up on being a man and become a busty, girly, obedient cocksucker for me. It’s your greatest ambition to be an airheaded Asian bimbo slurping on my thick white dick.”

“Y-yes…” He responded hoarsely, sounding somehow both excited and broken.

“Good girl.” Stan shuddered, and behind me his girlfriend gave an impatient whine.

“Obviously, I’m going to keep fucking your girlfriend. You can keep up appearances that you’re still together. I’ll probably be doing it here a lot of the time, so you can watch and really daydream about what you’re missing out on by not living up to your potential.”

“I - y-yeah, okay…” He made a sound that seemed curiously to be both a moan and a sob, while I walked over to Beth and pulled her to her feet.

She obediently followed my non-verbal prodding to put her hands up against the wall and stuck her ass out, giving an immensely relieved groan of anticipation as I pulled down her soaked-through booty shorts.

She wore nothing underneath.

“Beth can help you pick out a dildo to start practice sucking cock. She’s very familiar with how huge my cock is, so she’ll be able to tell you the right size. And buttplugs to train your ass with, of course. You’ll be training with both at least one hour per day. But I’m sure you’ll become so excited once you’re doing it, fantasizing about my huge dick and what it tastes like, that you’ll forget about the time. And I’m sure this little slut will be happy to give you tips on how to please me, won’t you Beth?”

“Nnnngh, yes Sir, b-but please fuck me.” She whined desperately, trying to push her ass back and spear her pussy onto my teasing cockhead without disobeying the implicit order to keep her hands against the wall. “I need your huge cock so badly.”

I chuckled. “Remember that you want to be just like her, Stanley. And you’re going to be.”

He moaned in agreement, busy wiping my cum out of his eyes and into his greedy mouth.

“Oh fuck - y-you’re so fucking b-biiiiig Jaaaack - nnnNnnngh -”

The busty college hottie wailed as I entered her. Yeah, Beth might’ve seeped up what I was saying to Stan, and think we’d been fucking for months now. Couldn’t be sure. But her poor gushing pussy was not likewise used to my size.

She nearly collapsed, moaning incoherently as another orgasm rocked through her voluptuous body, but I had no trouble holding her up by her hips and tits while I hilted myself inside of her.

“- f-fuuuuuuuuuck - uuuuugh - f-feeels sooo f-fuckiiiing goooood -”

I didn’t go easy on her. The entire situation had me revved up, riding a high. I pounded Beth’s absolutely sinful body roughly against the wall through orgasm after shuddering orgasm. When her legs finally did give out completely, I lowered her to the floor and kept going doggystyle, using her long blonde hair as a convenient handle while she gasped towards the ceiling in delirious pleasure every time I sheathed my manhood in her quivering cunt.

When poor little Stanley had finished licking up all of my cum, the burgeoning femme-slut watched me fuck his girlfriend with rapt attention, panting with arousal, his eyes focused firmly on my cock every time it left her twitching, jiggling body.

Beth passed out mid-way through my orgasm, but her pussy kept milking me dry, her cunt still wracked with pleasure.

“Haaah…” I sighed contentedly, pulling out and wiping myself clean with her shorts, before tucking my cock away. “Clean her up, slut. I know you want to swallow down as much of my cum as you can get, don't you?”

Stan, realizing I was talking to him, jerked back as if I’d physically slapped him. Then mumbled a “y-yes, sir” and crawled over to Beth, shamefaced and meek.

When I tucked my cock away and left, Beth was still ****, and her former boyfriend was both sobbing and moaning while he slurped my cum out of her cunt.

Never figured that I’d use the “Cammie Program” on someone else before I even used it on Agent Camryn. I chuckled, jogging down the steps two at a time, out through the night air and over to my own apartment building.

All in a good day’s work.

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