Damsel In Distress (3 & 4)

'Got you.' Said Steve as he flung his bulk at Duncan forcing him backwards onto the ground. He playfully sat on his waist and held Duncan's arms pinning him to the floor. 'What shall we do now,' he said, licking his lips as sweat dripped from his forehead.

'You hurting me,' Duncan squealed, 'let me go, get off.'

But Steve didn't let go or get off instead he tightened his grip and leered menacingly.

'I've got some explaining to do.' Duncan said in a terrified tone. 'I think I owe you an apology. You might not believe what I have to say but I'm not what I seem.'

Steve laughed heartily. 'I know your little game, Duncan. Paul told me all about you before we came along. He said you're game for a bit for excitement. So come on lets get rough.'

'I don't think you understand,' stammered Duncan I don't normally dress this way. Underneath these female trappings I'm an ordinary lad just like yourself. I was only doing my sister a favour.'

'Do you honestly expect me to believe such a feeble excuse.' He sneered. ' You love every minute. Your even behaving like a girl now. I know your type, no means yes and yes means no. You can't fool me. Expect me to believe an attractive girl like you, so at ease in a dress, so glamourously made up hasn't done this thing before. Oh! yes, you knew precisely what you where getting into the moment Helen asked you to step into this provocative dress'. He pulled at the bodice hungrily and tore part of the front detail.

'No, that is not true, you'll see, Helen will explain everything.' He spluttered.

'Oh, my sweet Cindy. You have so much to learn. You don't have to be a girl in the true sense of the word to wear a dress. He grinned like a Cheshire cat as he playfully toyed with the ends of Duncan's hair. 'But I can't wait for Helens return as now its time to return the favour.'

'Favour? What favour?' Duncan asked with a bemused expression on his face.

'You've had your fun, now it's my turn. Paul and I paid for the drinks, the deposit and the punt its about time you give something in return.' Steve pushed Duncan to his knees and stood over him aggressively. An idea screeched into his brain. He unbuttoned his trousers, ripped down his underpants and gazed proudly between his legs. Kneeling, Duncan found himself eye to eye with the tip of Steve's manhood.

'Open your mouth, Cindy. Its time to experience your first valuable lesson as a girl. Say RRRR!'

'I don't want. . .' but even before the words were out of his mouth, Steve pressed his pelvis forward.

'Say RRRR!.' Steve said again as his truncheon tip touched Duncan's kisser.

Voluntarily Duncan pursed his mouth and Steve's penis passed over his tender painted lips.

'Good girl.' Steve said, 'now close your moist chamber and suc.'

Fearing for his safety Duncan did as directed. But what now? Having never taken a man in his mouth he had know idea what to do next.

'Do as all girls do, use your tongue and wash all round my head'.

Duncan tried to glance to his side hoping Helen may come to his rescue but he was unable to see round Steve's pubic fuzz and muscular thighs. He could smell him now. The strong masculine musk nauseated his nose.

'Your doing well.' Steve groaned as he held Duncan's head and shiny locks and slowly began to pump his dick in and out of Duncan's mouth, faster and faster he pumped. Duncan knew what was about to happen and he held onto Steve's legs and tried to push himself away. Having none of that Steve with one last thrust did the inevitable yet his thick hot juices shooting deep inside Duncan's mouth still took him by surprise.

'Swallow, my love custard pansy girl.' Steve said, pushing his head ever deeper into his pubes.

Poor Duncan had no choice and in order to breath he swallowed hard.

He could hear Steve's laugh, a terrible braying laugh that could have sawn down Canadian Redwoods.

'Drink it all down my pretty Cindy.' Sung Steve. 'Every last drop. You won't grow to be a beautiful girl without this goodness inside you. Now suck me dry', he ordered and Duncan holding Steve's tube tightly in his manicured hands squeezed the last few globules onto his awaiting tongue.

'You're a good girl,' Steve said as he withdrew from Duncan's grasp and proceeded to pull his trousers up.

Duncan sat back down on his heels ashamed as to what Steve had made him do.

'I can't believe what I've just done.' He sobbed, swilling his tongue around his sticky mouth.

'You needn't worry its quite natural for a girl like you to suck a man.'

'I know,' cried Duncan, 'but I am a MAN not a girl.'

Steve smiled. 'You where yesterday but far as I'm concerned the moment you slipped your body into your sisters dress you became a beautiful pansy girl. I can tell. You do want to be a pretty girl and wear dresses and make-up don't you?'

Duncan remained silent he didn't know what to say.

'You can't expect to just have the frills without the suffering now can you? He roughly turned the submissive Duncan on his chest and pushed the wicker picnic hamper under his waist. 'You've done such a good turn you can do another.'

'Helen.' Duncan shouted. 'Help.' Rescue was far away with Helen too engrossed to hear Duncan's pathetic cries.

'Shut up sissy or I'll have to do something about your noise. How can you girls expect to play with our emotions tease us with your pretty dresses, long legs and make-up. Let us pay for all the day's entertainment and not expect to pay a forfeit yourself?'

Duncan was never a good judge of character and it looked as he'd seriously misjudged Steve as he salivated over Duncan's pert upright bottom.