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I was getting used to my new life here with the doc. I worked out, ate well, relaxed by the pool, working on my tan. I was almost never allowed clothes, excepty oddly, at the pool I was allowed shorts to sunbathe. "I want your ass to stay snowy white", he explained. He and I had sex regularly. I had to admit, I found him sexy. He had a husky physique, lots of hair on his chest, thick legs and beautiful calves. My mood remained oddly upbeat. I felt content, even happy, here. I was constantly horney, so I was grew increasingly ready, even anxious, for him to fuck me, or for the opportunity to suck his fat cock. We didn't go out much, so I was caught a bit off guard one morning when he told me that the two of us would be going to a pool party that afternoon, to be hosted by some friends of his. He tossed me a swim suit. "Here's what you'll be wearing. It should show off your ass nicely. I expect you'll get plenty of attention". It was a spandex, square-cut suit that was one size too small for me. My first thought was, "Fuck, I can't be seen in a banana hugging suit like this, in public, especially when I don't have a banana, even a gerkin, to put in it. Hell, I was too conservative to wear these suits back when I could fill them out, let alone now-- NOW, I was as flat as a woman down there. Fuck, what would people think? Still I'd learned not to argue, so I tried it on for him and turned as directed so that he could see how it fit. It was very flattering to my ass, as he'd said it would be. But my heart sank when I saw how obvious my flat crotch would be to everyone at the party. "Yes, that'll do nicely, Patrick, but with one adjustment..." "Come here boy", he motioned with his finger. I stood on front of him as pulled something out of the drawer behind him. It was a rubber cock and balls, but not like a dildo. This was molded to look like a cock looks in a guy's pants. "Its a prostetic device, he said, nonchalantly, as he positioned it inside my suit. He explained that MTF transsexuals used them. Anyway, it filled out the front of my tight, skimpy suit nicely, and I breathed a big sigh of relief. "Thank you sir", I said greatfully. He just smiled. "You're going to get SO much attention, Patrick." "I can't wait to see the men drool over you". "But that's not really a proper way to thank me, now, is it?" he said, looking down at his crotch. I dropped to my knees and pulled out his cock and hungrily sucked it until he spewed a load at the back of my throat. He zipped up, unceremoniously, and handed me a tee shirt, sandals and shorts to wear over the swimsuit. He dressed, in a much more conservative swimsuit and shirt, and we were off. When we arrived, he greeted our hosts, and introduced me. Then he put one hand on my shoulder, stopping me before we went into the back yard. He instructed me to hand him my shorts, shirt and shoes and to go dive into the pool. "And Patrick? You're to be very friendly with everyone here. No, more than friendly actually-- you'll be flirtatious, accommodating. Understood?" "Yes, sir, understood", I replied. "Good. Now off with you", he said, slapping my ass. "oh, and Patrick?" "yes sir?" If anyone wants to squeeze that ass, or pinch your nipples, you're going to be very receptive. But tell them your dick is off limits, per my instructions", he smiled knowingly and winked at me. "Yes sir" I smiled. I was very charming with everyone, and did get my ass fondled, my nipples rubbed. One older man even stuck his finger in my ass, as we stood in the chest high water. I just parted my legs to accommodate him as he did so, never offering any resistance. But I told everyone, as soon as they approached me, that I was with the doctor, and that he'd given instructions that no one was to touch my cock. They seemed to have great respect for him, and no one broke the rules, much to my relief. I was talking with a young attorney, who was rolling my nipples between his fingers, when I heard the doc behind me. "Patrick? Inside the house", he said motioning his head in that direction. I immediately excused myself, and climbed out of the pool. I dried off and followed him to the bathroom. "Yes, sir. Did I do something wrong?" I asked, concerned. "No, boy. Quite the contrary. You're even more popular than I had imagined. I've been getting quite a few requests to see your ass". I blushed. "...So you'll need to change suits". He said, handing me a small bundle of pale blue nylon. I unrolled it to discover a flat triangle of material, attached to a waistband, with a string that I assumed went up my ass. "Please...", I began to beg. "Don't start with me young man. Put this on and be at the pool in two minutes. Oh, and give me the other suit before I go, so I can put it away. ...And you'll notice there's no room for your prosthesis in this suit, so I'll take that too." My heart sank. Not only would I have to walk around the rest of the day with my bare, hairy ass hanging out-- worse, much worse, I'd have to reveal my unmistakably flat crotch. To make it worse, I'd already been seen with a normal basket most of the day, so there was no mistaking that I was just seriously underhung or something. Everyone would know immediately that I was a "nullo". "Oh, I almost forgot", he said stuffing his hand into his pocket. "Take this", he said, handing me a blue tablet. Knowing better than to backtalk, I took the pill. "There, he said. "In about 45 minutes, you're going to like everyone-- A LOT." And you'll be remarkable unconcerned about your lack of bulge. Trust me, he said, winking. He closed the door behind him-- "remember, two minutes. Don't make me send the guys in to get you." Well, there I was, naked, holding a tiny blue piece of nylon, waiting for some sort of party drug to kick in. But in the meantime, I had to brave the crowd, sober. It wasn't going to get any easier. I pulled on the "suit", and turned sideways, looking at myself in the vanity mirror. "Yeah, it was as bad as I thought". It was tight enough that it flattened my pubic hair. I pulled at it, trying to cling so tightly to my crotch. No luck of course. So I wet my face and turned the door knob. I walked out to the pool, trying to act as normal as possible. At first there were some playful remarks: The ineveitable "nice ass, Patrick" and "woo hoo, the sun's never seen those cheeks" was heard from the crowd. I quickly dove into the pool. The entire group of men, maybe 10-12 guys, gathered around me. To be continued.... Suggestions for the continuation of Patrick's story are appreciated. Thanks, Jim |