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  Normally I don’t talk about my sissy boys or what I do with them, but I just had to share this one.

From time to time I have Dommes asking me to help them ‘train’ a sissy-boy sub, and every so often I have a sissy boy of my own to train.  This was one of the “every so oftens” … Darren, or ‘Darla’, came to me asking to be sissified.  Since I didn’t have any current slut-boys to work on, I agreed.

He came over to my place dressed in tight jeans and a tight, bright tee shirt, so first thing I did was order him to change into his Darla outfit.  He changed into a little french maid outfit that barely covered his ass, and a tiny white thong that hardly even cupped his family jewels.  He topped off the outfit with a cheap brown wig, white bobbie socks and black pumps.  I noticed he had done a meticulous job on his make-up, with his lipstick just a little too red, and his eyelashes a little too thick.  I gave him a feather duster and assigned him to dusting my blinds. 

He started in on the chore with vigor, then stopped suddenly, starting out across the street.   I asked him what the problem was as I looked out the window … there was a small crowd gathered under a large tree where there was a young girl calling up into the tree.  We went over and joined the crowd (no, I didn’t let him change first), and found out the girl’s cat had gotten stuck in the tree.   I was quick to offer help … I volunteered to boost ‘Darla’ into the tree in order to rescue the cat.  Darren looked quite pale, but was too scared to disagree with me.  I hoisted ‘Darla’ up by the waist, allowing the maid uniform to ride up a bit, exposing even more than before.  Then I boosted my sissy maid on up, with one hand planted firmly on his asscheek.  ‘Darla’ scurried up the tree and out onto the right branches to comlpete a quick rescue of the grateful kitty.  He cupped the poor kitten carefully until he could safely drop it down to waiting arms below.   ‘Darla’ climbed down out of the tree with his uniform riding up so high his belly button was exposed … his ass having that one thin line of white fabric highlighting his crack.  Only a few of the crowd stayed around long enough to thank ‘Darla’, most of them scurrying off as they noticed the extra bulge in the front of the panties.  ‘Darla’s make-up was all smeared and his wig was crooked, but he was all smiles accepting the thanks from those that stayed.

Once back at my place, I rewarded him by allowing him to suck my rod … a treat very few first-timers are allowed.  Give me a call if you want to be sissified … I’ll make sure you’re treated like the sissy-slut you know is inside you.

Axel, 1.888.455.6723

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I’m waiting in line on New Year’s day for the store to open, like a good consumer, when this bitch that’s a couple people in front of me starts calling a bunch of her friends from farther back in line to come join her up where she is.

Well, I’m not going to stand for that, and I start telling her exactly what I think of her and her inconsiderate actions.  She decides to stand her ground in front of her friends, declaring “What are you gonna do about it?”  Now, why’d she have to go and say that?

Next thing you know, we’re both at each other … nails gouging, hair pulling, rolling onto the sidewalk, ripping at each others’ clothes … all that stuff that men love (and there was starting to be quite a few men in the crowd of onlookers).  I had just about gotten the upper hand when one of her friends yells out “Look! That chicks got a dick!”  Sure enough, with all that tussling, my schlong had slipped out of its hiding spot in my tiny thong panties, and was swinging free under my ripped mini skirt.

This brought the fight to a halt, and we both just looked at each other as we noticed that most of the line had already made it into the store.  We got up & brushed ourselves off and headed into the store.  I tucked my willie back into its security zone as best I could, and that would have been the end of my story … except one onlooker really liked what he saw.

While in the store, this guy sidled up close to me and whispered loudly “You really got a dick?  What’s it like?” to which I gave him a bemused smile and answered “Why? Want to take it for a test-spin?”  He looked shyly at me and then dropped his gaze to my feet as he nodded slowly.  I had him hold my purchases for me until I got done shopping, then got him to help me out to the car with them.  From there, I had him follow me to a nearby motel.  He paid for the room, and I met up with him there shortly after he went on inside.

Once in the room, I pulled my torn skrt up just a bit, and my thong to the side, letting my surprise package out once more.  He dropped to his knees and started licking and sucking on my pole like it was made of honey.  In no time, he had me wanting more, with his hands creeping up my thighs to my ass and holding tight for dear life.  I got him standing up and had him drop his pants.  His cock was stiff as iron, and I grinned as I told him to turn around.  I bent him slightly over the bed and ran my dick up and down his asscrack.  Sliding my shaft into his ass was so easy after all I’d been through that day.  He gave out a yelp as I shoved deeper, but I just smiled as I started to fuck his lily-white ass silly.

“What’s it like”?” … give me a call and I’ll tell you.

1.888.205.3279, ask for Ryan

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Lately I’m obsessed with NUT SACKS. TESTICLES!  TEABAGS!!    Like, I REALLY love balls in my mouth.  And I love my balls in your mouth too.  There is something fascinating about the scrotum, don’t you think… It seems so unnatural when you think about it.Like…  why would evolution put these things out there in the open?  They are super delicate and if you make the wrong move PAIN CITY.  of course some guys love the pain.  the torture… One guy I knew loved me to use his balls as a punching bag.  Literally.  He would stand over me with his legs spread wide, fruitbowl a dangling.. and I would ball up my fists and bat at his nutsack and his dick like  I was Mike Tyson.  He loved it and would scream HARDER HARDER SMACK MY SACK!   And it was never hard enough for him, even tho his balls would be swollen red and big as tennis balls by the time I was done.  DIFFERENT STROKES!  I sure as hell don’t like being punched and kicked in MY nads, but I do love a nice skillful tongue running from my crack to my sack.  I like it soft and wet and hot… handle with care.  But if ball torture is your thing, I’m always happy to give you what you need.  Don’t believe me?  Ask the guy I talked to the other day. I told him to make a video of himself for  slamming his balls with a frying pan.  I didn’t think he had the… *ahem*.. balls to do it.. but lo and behold  SCRAMBLED EGGS TO GO!!  He is a good little painslut.  I hope I find another like him some day. Know anybody?

SHERRY CHERRY 1 888 434 1588

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With the upcoming holiday period fast approaching, I feel it my responsibility to warn against getting caught up in a common syndrome known as Holiday Depression.

This syndrome hits the gay/alternative lifestyle community even harder than the “average” person because there is an exaggerated sense of isolation from family.  Even when accepted for who you are by your family, you might still feel an internal sense of guilt for not living up to your parents’ dreams.

This is where I come in.  Over the holidays, I will make an extra effort to be completely available for anyone that feels the need to call and share.  The call can be about anything, everything or nothing … whatever is on your mind.

You are NOT alone out there in a horrible world.   Call me, we’ll talk about how great it feels to surrender to another man as he shoves his dick up your ass, or the thrill of excitement the first time you allowed that cock into your open mouth., the rush of adrenaline when he spurted his load into you.  We’ll talk about why parents or friends treat you like a leper when they find out you have an alternative view on who you want to share your bed with.

There are thousands upon thousands of bi or gay males out there going through similar experiences as you this holiday season … you don’t have to feel like a freak.   Give me a call …

1-888-251-1537

ask for Dr Ian

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Halloween is tomorrow, so I just want to take a few moments of your time to talk about Halloweenie … that’s my little pecker’s name.  I named him that a few years back because he’s so scary when young men see him for the first time … they’re scared theirs is going to shrivel up like this.  I promise them that if they let me blow theirs at least once a month, their weenie is safe.

I’m really showing you folks out there in cyberland what my Halloweenie looks like so that you don’t HAVE to be scared … all you cock curious guys that want to go for a test spin, but see some big monster snake dangling from some hunk, and you feel so inadequate, well here’s your chance.  Jump my rickety old bones, and I’ll make you feel like YOU’RE the super-stud.  Flash your one-eyed soldier at me, and I’ll teach him to stand at attention.  I can’t guarantee a 21-gun salute, but I guarantee a fun time trying for it.

Give me a call, Charlie, at

1-888-283-4551

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Last week, I started working with a pro sports star.  He overheard several teammates speculate he was bisexual.  I asked whether that was true.  He confided he was attracted to several other players.  So, I asked him to tell me fantasize about one specific player.

  He began describing a hot shortstop for a high profile team.  I asked whether he had ever seen that player naked.

  “Yes,” he said.  “In the clubhouse.”

  “Describe his body.”

  “Muscular.  Smooth.  He’s about 6 foot 2.  He shaves everywhere.  While we were in the shower, the water streamed off him.”

  “Now you’re getting me hot,” I said.

  “I began picturing us on a private beach, swimming nude in the ocean.  We then jog to our towels on the beach.  He lies on his towel.  Then I lay on top of him.”

  I begin rubbing myself.

  “I kiss him passionately,” he continued.  Initially, he tries to resist.  But he can’t.  His cock is rock hard.  As I kiss his chest, I feel his racing heartbeat.  He tells me he was hoping this would happen.”

  “I hope you show your appreciation by worshipping him.”

  “I stroke his throbbing shaft with my tongue as he squirms and moans, then tease his head.  As I suck his balls, he begins begging for more.  Then I deep throat him, sucking furiously.  He thrusts his hips into my face.  Then he explodes in my mouth.”

  I pulled my cock out of my pants and began jacking.

  “Hey, Doc,” he said.  “That’s a hot piece of meat.  Can we finish this on your couch?”

  How could I refuse?

Dr. Ian

1-888-251-1537

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I AM SO LOOKING FORWARD TO NEXT WEEKEND, THIS MALE AND FEMALE COUPLE WANTS TO PERFORM A THREESOME WITH ME.  THE GUY TOLD ME THAT HE WANTS ME TO  FUCK HIM WITH MY COCK FROM BEHIND WHILE HIS GIRLFRIEND GIVES HIM ORAL SEX. HE IS ACTUALLY A CALLER OF MINES AND HE WANTS TO MAKE THIS FANTASY A GREAT MEMORY, I AM ALSO REALLY FLATTERED BY THE THINGS HE SAYS TO ME AND ALL THE LITTLE COMPLIMENTS HE THROWS OUT. GREG ALWAYS TELL ME THAT HE HAD NEVER HAD A CHICK LIKE ME IN HIS LIFE AND THAT HE HAS ALWAYS WANTED TO GET FUCKED BY A HOT GIRL WITH A PENIS. HE EVEN TOLD ME THAT HE LOVES DICK MORE THAN PUSSY, BECAUSE HE LIKES THE WAY CUM FLOWS OUT OF A DICK. I MUST ADMIT SOME OF THE THINGS WE TALK ABOUT REALLY BLOWS MY MIND, AND I LOVE EVERY MINUTE OF OUR CONVERSATION! ARE THERE ANYMORE CALLERS OUT THERE THAT’S READY FOR THIS TRANNY! CALL ME….

DANI

1-888-241-1634

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