"Companion Erotica" from the world of Holmes & Watson, a series from Richard Saw. Amazon.com: Richard Saw: books, biography, latest update
I awoke in the hospital bed, my gown covering me... more clothes than I’d worn in months, Taylor had teased me before I’d gone in to surgery. I couldn’t see how things had turned out, as my groin was still covered in bandages, but my handsome doctor had assured me it had gone perfectly.
In preparation for the surgery, I had first spoken to the only friend I knew who might understand it. By chance Geoff Halford was also in a relationship with a very wealthy man, though unlike me Geoff wasn’t the kept man. But he did understand the pressures that came with being with someone who was used to the world being at their fingertips. We were both sunbathing by a pool in India, surrounded by a host of other wealthy men and their beautiful but less than intellectual other halves. I’d had a few too many drinks, which for me meant two, given how fit I was, and how little fat I had on me. The cocktails were lethal, the sun was blazing, and both our men had been busy in a conference all day.
And so I blurted it all out to Geoff, perhaps hoping that he would discourage me or give me reasons why I shouldn’t go through with it. But he just looked at me and said, “You should do it bro. I can tell you want too. I know you love getting pounded. Fuck... if you had a pussy, I’d definitely do you that way. Com’n, you have to let me.”
“But what if I wanted to get it back?” I asked.
“What?” He teased me like a mate would. “That little thing? Surely you should get a bigger one. But right now, do you think you’ll care?”
I tried to argue the other side, but Geoff was right. I did want this. Why was I trying to find an excuse?
Geoff lent over, his finger pulling my Speedo down, over my big arse. Without even thinking I opened my legs and got up on my hands and knees to demonstrate. “Bro you are so hot,” Geoff hissed. “That is the sweetest snatch I have seen since I gave up fucking girls. Com’n bro,” he whispered to me. “Let’s go upstairs and take this to its natural conclusion. You know our husbands aren’t coming back tonight. And they’d want us to be happy.”
Boy that man could seduce you. And the thought of the huge man mountain of Geoff fucking me... well it did occur to me that I was allowed the occasional play date, as long as they were no threat to Taylor. And Geoff wasn’t. “You wanna go right now?” I blurted out.
It was different from Taylor fucking me, where I would give myself over to his desires. Geoff was a huge beast, and his cock was probably thicker than Taylor’s. Feeling his huge hands clamp onto my big arse and drive in. Oh, it was good. OK so that might not have been the best thing, but I needed to feel his reassurance. “Fuck your pussy is sweet,” he growled as he nailed it, once we were in one of the many bedrooms in our host’s palatial mansion.
I started to moan and whimper like I did for Taylor. “Oh yes take my pussy you big man. Fuck me hard. Make me pregnant before my husband gets home!”
“Fuck!” Geoff roared as his pounding increased. “That. Is. So. Fucking. Hot!” And his hand spanked my arse so hard it brought tears to my eyes. “I am gunna fill your pussy. Load after load until you’re bloated from all my cum and it’s leaking out. Scream for me you naughty fucking girl. What’s gunna happen when your daddy finds out you’ve been offering your snatch to every randy boy in your class?”
“Oh yes, yes!” I screamed, my voice high and arching my back to let him have better access.
Geoff’s huge hand reached down and pulled my neck closer to him. “Yeah?” He laughed. “I love pretty little girls from the posh schools who like to lift their knickers for all the rough council boys like me. All hoping you’ll secretly get pregnant by me, cause you know your public-school boyfriend couldn’t penetrate you if he tried. Go on. Say my name. Tell me you want it.”
“Geoff! Geoff!” I begged. “Fuck me!”
“Ah. Mutherfucker!” He yelled as he came.
We collapsed together on the bed, feeling the impact of the drinks and the sun. “Man. I can’t wait till you have a real pussy,” Geoff moaned. “You are one great fuck.”
“I think Taylor will want sole access,” I giggled. “At least for a while.”
“So look...” Geoff said as he lent up before he moaned and collapsed back. “What was in those cocktails?”
Once we sobered up a bit, Geoff gave me the name of a psychotherapist who specialised in gay couples where there was a role reversal. And he confirmed he’d definitely understand me, and he’d help me to discuss anything I needed to.
So there I soon found myself, sitting with psychotherapist Grant Potten explaining why I loved being Taylor’s girl. And once I started talking, I just couldn’t stop.
“I always knew I’d be a bottom,” I admitted. “You know, someone has to be in a gay encounter. But I’m honest with myself, I’m not really equipped to be the top. So even if I wanted to be, it wasn’t going to be. And when one form of pleasure is denied you, you’re stupid not to embrace the other options. I’ve always been a big man, tall... even I guess, handsome?” I shrugged self-deprecatingly. “And I loved the gym. It was easy for me to put on muscle. As a result, it made me a hot man. But mostly my relationships were with men older or around my age. Y’know muscle bears and so on...”
Grant Potten nodded his understanding.
“I don’t think I ever thought about dating a younger guy. Why would I? They were all bottoms, right? But Taylor despite his age, is pretty alpha. He is very experienced in bed, totally knows what he wanted from the get-go and has now become a huge success in business. It’s easy to see him as the alpha.”
“So, you could say that it’s not a shock that you’re the passive partner,” Grant suggested.
“If he was my age, totally,” I admitted. “But he’s so much younger than me. And not only that, but he also likes everyone to see me as the alpha in public. I mean we can’t disguise the money side, but he’s always bigged up my role in his success. I’m now also very well off, partially as a result of Taylor, though the money is in my name. So if we broke up tomorrow I’d be better off than ever. Whenever we’re in public together I’m always suited & booted on his request. I’m in lots of his business meetings, and often people come to me with the serious questions. Which I have to gently encourage them to ask Taylor.”
“He lets you play the daddy?”
“He doesn’t let me...” I stressed. “I have to. It’s part of the relationship dynamics that he really likes. I know it heightens the pleasure he gets out of turning the tables when we get behind closed doors.”
“Do you feel coerced to fill either role?”
“God no!” I laughed. “I love it. I adore him and he’s my little man. I want to protect him and look after him. And our sex is amazing. Still is. I love offering my cunt, sorry my arse,” I apologised, “I love giving my arse over to him. I love that he wants it. I’m so proud of all the work I’ve put into my body, and I have someone who loves what I do for him,” I shook with pleasure.
“You sound very happy,” Grant remarked, looking like he was resisting a desire to close his notebook and kick me out the door. “So jumping ahead to the big issue. Tell me what your issue is with having the vaginoplasty. “
I swallowed. “It’s a big step.”
Grant was silent.
“I mean I don’t really use my cock these days. Taylor can make me cum without it. And if I had the surgery I would have even more pleasure, at least I believe that’s true. My arse is my sexual organ and to have a second one. Oh my god. And even if we broke up... it’s not like I wouldn’t find plenty of men who wanted me...” all of what I was saying was true. So, what was my problem? Geoff had even pointed out to me I could always implant a bigger penis if I so desires. So, what was holding me back?
“Do you worry that once it happens you can no longer deny to yourself, or hide it from others, that you’re the lesser party in the relationship?”
I thought about it. Maybe... but why was that a turn-on for me?
“Are you happy?” Grant finally asked.
“Ecstatically so,” I admitted.
“Well then. What do you worry about?”
I didn’t precisely know.
“You are a beautiful man. You have a stunning body. You were clearly made to be fucked by other men and now you have found one whose cock hits your prostate every time. You clearly love giving him power and authority, and you know that it makes him happy, so you put on a skirt and lift it up for him to demonstrate how much you are his girl. You deserve a proper pussy, and your partner does too.”
I almost orgasmed on the spot. I had to bite on a finger to stop myself. So, my mind was made up, I embraced the change, but it was still a challenge to say it out loud.
Things moved fast when you’re wealthy though. And once I said yes, there I was, sitting next to Taylor, in a private clinic in Amsterdam, talking the process through with a very handsome doctor.
“Thank you for both for coming,” Dr Jensen said, as Taylor and I sat down. “So, I believe you want to have a vaginoplasty.”
I froze for a moment. Up until now it had been just something between me and Taylor. Now there was this handsome Dr Jensen in the conversation. Someone else who would know that behind all my big muscles I was a pussy.
“Come on baby,” Taylor encouraged me, amused that the doctor probably presumed it was he, the skinny boy who was due for the operation. “Tell the nice doctor what you want.”
“Yes,” I stammered for a moment before remembering how relaxed Geoff had been when I confessed my sexual desires, and how Grant had shown me that my desire was what I truly wanted. “Taylor’s cock satisfies me like no other cock has done. I never touch my own cock anymore, it’s tiny anyway and doesn’t do anything. Plus, he can make me cum just by fucking me. I don’t see a point in having a cock anymore. I think that we both could get more pleasure with me having a pussy too.”
“I see,” the doctor nodded. “Do you want to get undressed and show me?”
This I felt very willing to do... being naked empowered me. I stripped off my clothes in seconds and without waiting to be asked, I gave Dr Jensen a full show of my body, flexing my biceps and pecs, showing my huge legs and my rocking hot arse.
“Can you get hard for me?” Dr Jensen asked, not at all interested in my muscles.
I slumped a little and looked nervously over at Taylor.
“Go on baby,” he urged me. “Do what the doctor said.”
“But I...” I tried to explain. “I really struggle. You know I do. Can you help me?”
Dr Jensen held up his hand to stop Taylor from helping. “Have you ever wanked before young man?” He was if not my age, even younger. And I found myself blushing at the use of the phrase. Blushing but being very turned-on at the same stage.
“I have,” I tried to explain. “But it’s been a long time. I’m used to getting all my pleasure anally.”
“I see,” Dr Jensen nodded, with a satisfied nod, as if I had passed the first test. “We have some tools that can help you. Would you like to try them? I see you’ve been a good girl and removed all your public hair, which is necessary for the operation.”
“I think I’ll need some toys,” I admitted.
“Have a look at these,” Dr Jensen showed me a tray with a selection of dildos. I picked one large enough for it to accurately resemble Taylor’s cock. There was a bottle of lube available and so I lubbed it up and started to slide it into me. Taylor had fucked me twice already this morning so I knew I could take it. I was more concerned that I might not cum as Taylor’s cock always had me cumming. But as I saw the handsome face of Dr Jensen watching me, I felt a desire to show off. Not just because he was attractive, but because he was a doctor, and being under his control felt naughty and arousing. But also to show off to someone how well Taylor had trained me. And to show another man how much I loved it... that dildo slid all the way in me without pause. I started fucking myself on it, giving into the pleasure of showing off. The occasional glance at Dr Jensen had me believing he was turned on by it, or at the least he was aroused by the academic curiosity of it. I turned so I could see Taylor, and the salacious look on his face showed he was aroused as well, plus I could see his cock growing in his trousers. I gave myself into the pleasure and soon found myself spurting a load out my little cock. I gave a gasping moan, and slowly withdrew the dildo.
“I see...” Dr Jensen said slowly.
“Would it be OK if I sucked Taylor off now?” I asked. “I’m not used to cumming without his load in me.”
“Be my guest,” Dr Jensen nodded. “It’s good research for me to see how much you embrace your role.”
Taylor smiled with satisfaction as he stood up and unzipped his pants, pulling out his hard cock. I sank to my knees and quickly wrapped my lips around it. Taylor let me do you work which didn’t take too long as my performance had made him horny as well. And soon enough he was flooding my mouth with a load.
“Oh god,” I moaned as I leaned back and swallowed.
“My princess!” Taylor groaned. “How is it you make me cum so much?”
Dr Jensen looked up from taking his notes. “Well, I think that’s shown me everything I need to see. You are definitely a perfect candidate for vaginoplasty. You came without touching your cock and even when it was hard... well sort of hard... it looked to be less than three inches. You also demonstrated that your arse is your sexual organ, so giving you a vagina would only give you more pleasure.”
“That’s great news doctor,” Taylor grinned. “So, you can turn my princess into a proper girl?”
“Oh, we can do that.” Dr Jensen smiled. “Now if you would stand in front of me,” he ordered. And then he used a marker to show what he would do, forming a triangle around my little cock and balls. “Are you ready for this?” He asked.
I nodded but Taylor held up his hand. When we both turned, I found him on his knee holding out a ring. “Marry me!”
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