Ice Storm-Becoming Beta

Rare Ice Storm Breaks The Ice

This story explains how in three hours time I transitioned from a straight, heterosexual man into a total bottom beta boi. It was quite a night!

I live in the southeastern United States. We don't get too many freezing days or nights here and we rarely see any real snow or ice storms. A few years back we had one of those rare ice storms. It was a Wednesday night and the forecast called for ice, which meant that every road would shut down early in the evening.

I had a business meeting the next morning in the big city that was a few hours drive from my house. I decided to leave early in the afternoon. I didn't want to get stuck on the bad roads. By the time I arrived, the roads were almost impassable. Cars skidded along the roadway as helpless drivers hit their brakes and sent themselves into other cars and off of the road.

I made it to my hotel. I liked this hotel because it had a bar and restaurant in it. I looked forward to getting inside and hunkering down for the night. As I parked my car, I popped the trunk and didn't see my overnight bag.

In my haste to leave, I left it at home. I figured I could try to grab a change of clothes in the morning when the weather was better and the hotel could supply me with toiletries. I parked in the deck and checked into my room.

I asked the clerk what was the dinner special for the night.

"Bad news", he said.

"What?", I responded with some surprise.

"Bar and restaurant are closed. Ice on the roads. No one could get in here," was his reply.

I clearly wanted a few drinks after my long drive and didn't want to miss one of the big college basketball games on tv so I asked him if any place was open.

He motioned out the lobby windows to a park across the street and said, "there's a bar over there that always seems open." He chuckled a bit as he said it.

"I'll give it a try", I responded.

So I cut across the park and skidded onto the sidewalk. Ice pelted my face and I couldn't feel my ears. The "OPEN" light was bright and welcomed me as I puled on the front door to the place. I couldn't even see the name of the joint and the floor to ceiling windows were covered in fog, hiding what waited for me behind them.

The warmth from inside the bar welcomed me from my freezing escapade across the park. The music was low. No sports on any tvs. A few patrons sat at the bar and some others sat at some high top tables scattered around the room.

I sat down and ordered a beer.

The bartender said, "I can serve you this one drink but we are calling it a night."

"Thanks", I said.

I glanced around the room and noticed that it seemed like it was all guys in the place.

The bartender noticed my purview of his patrons and asked me, "you know what kind of bar this is, right?"

The lightbulb must have appeared over my head to him as soon as he finished his question.

"I do now", I said.

He laughed and said that some of the others were headed around the corner to another bar.

"I think it's drag show night over there if you're into that kind of thing", he smiled.

I asked him if that place at least had a tv for the basketball game.

"I think Larry has a tv behind the bar. You will be fine to watch the game there", he suggested.

I gulped down my beer. I wanted a couple more drinks and decided to brave the elements once again and brave the surroundings I would enter.

I hustled around the corner. I found the place and gingerly walked up some brick steps to get into this bar. It was way louder than the last bar. Smaller too. More like an alleyway than a big, wide room.

There was a small stage near what I figured was the back of the bar. It had a curtain, lights, some amplifiers and some microphones on stands that looked like they were straight out of a 1970s variety show.

I scoped out a spot at the bar near the one tv. Larry was the bartender because that is what was on his name plate on his shirt and as I sat down, he looked at me and said,

"That seat's taken. The one to your right is open."

"Gotcha and thanks", I said.

Larry slid a coaster across the bar to me and I said, "Bud draft". Larry poured my beer and I adjusted myself on my barstool to settle in for the game.

The game started and I feel this person walk behind me and past me. He didn't have to elevate himself to get on the stool next to me. He sort of slid right onto it.

He was at least 6'7" and looked like a good 260-270 pounds. He didn't have quite a buzz cut but his hair was short and dark. He had a close beard. He looked like an offensive lineman.

I am about 5'8" and weigh about 150 pounds. My waist is about 29". I have bushy brown hair. We couldn't have looked more opposite.

My team turned the ball over and my man next to me cheered. Clearly he was rooting for the other team. I murmured something to myself about my team's perennial ineptitude and he turned to me and said,

"Your team has looked pretty good this year. I think they can make the tournament."

"I thought we had a solid chance too. This game isn't starting so well", I replied.

"I always support my school. I played football when I was there. I didn't want to watch the game at my apartment but this shitty weather closed everywhere else. Larry has always interesting people at his bar", my man laughed.

Just as our conversation had started, a Madonna look alike walked up to us and asked us if we were ready for the show. I had almost forgot where I was.

The drag show was starting soon. I figured I would leave at halftime if that show was too much and disturbed my game watching. My man spoke with Madonna for only a moment and she was off to another couple of fellows at the bar.

My man asked me, "you here for the show?"

"No, just this game. My hotel over there's restaurant and bar closed because of the storm."

An announcer jumped on stage and called all of the girls to the dressing room to get ready to start the show. Madonna came running towards that back area and bumped into me, spilling her red wine all over my shirt and pants.

She grabbed some club soda from Larry but it didn't help the stains. She apologized profusely and offered to buy me a drink.

I had forgotten my overnight bag and had my early morning meeting. I was screwed. I didn't know if I would have time to get some other clothes.

My man saw the look on my face and asked, "you alright? It's just a stain. Don't worry about it."

I explained my predicament to him. I didn't want my colleagues to see me with my stained clothes and I didn't want to have to explain how it happened.

My man looked at me and said, "my apartment is across the street in that high rise. I have a washer and dryer. We can throw on some stain remover and see if that works."

I thought about his offer for a moment and he seemed like a normal, heterosexual man like me. I accepted the offer.

We scurried across the street to his building. He entered his code and we took an elevator to the ninth floor. When we reached his apartment, I thought that he would have to duck to get through the doorway.

His apartment was an open concept plan. The dining room was to the right of the entry with a large kitchen to the left with an island. The living room was across from the kitchen with floor to ceiling windows on the left side.

A fireplace wit built in bookshelves sat between what appeared to be two bedrooms. A large flat screen tv was mounted above the fireplace.

My man turned the game on immediately and offered me a beer.

"You can change in that bedroom to the right. I'll grab your clothes and get the washer started."

I flinched for a moment. I had a stained button down and stained pants. I wasn't wearing a t-shirt or underwear. I stammered a bit and my man said,

"I've been in plenty of locker rooms. I don't care if you sit and watch the game in your underwear."

I felt my face turn red and my man saw it and asked, "what's up?"

"I don't have any underwear with me", I stammered.

"Well I can't help you in that department", he laughed. "I don't think that I have anything that would fit you." "You can look in the drawers in that bedroom. My ex-girlfriend use to keep some things in there. Maybe she left a sweatshirt or something."

I went into that bedroom and stripped off my clothes and looked for something to cover me up. The only thing in there was a silk robe that barely covered my privates. It was like some sort of half robe.

I tied the belt around my waist and could feel my ass sticking out of the back of it. I pulled down on the back and that only made my penis stick out of the front. I covered myself as best as I could and walked into the living room.

My man grabbed my soiled clothes and headed to the laundry room.

I turned to watch the game. It was in a commercial. I looked up at the bookshelves.

This man had a couple hundred books. All hardbound. The shelves were all the way to the ceiling, which had to be 12'. I saw a book titled "Sexual Positions".

I could feel the effects of my beers and I decided to peek at it before he returned. I reached for it but it was barely out of my reach. I felt my ass exposed by my short robe when all of a sudden as I reached for the book, my ass was slapped by a powerful hand.

My man had walked up behind me. I had not heard his approach.

"Nice ass".

I didn't say anything and adjusted the robe. He grabbed the book and read its title aloud,

"Sexual Positions, huh. I do like this book. This position is one of my favorites." He opened the book to a specific page and handed it to me.

The book was an illustration book with big pages. I looked at the pages that he had opened and realized that the people on the pages illustrating the sexual positions were drawn.

I also quickly saw that the sexual position favored by my man depicted a tall, muscular man with large hands being straddled by a smaller framed, almost petite man.

They were facing each other and the larger man had his hands spreading the petite man's butt cheeks while his penis was inside the petite man's anus.

The large man was fucking the small man like the small man was a woman.

I looked up and my man was sitting on his couch with his pants at his ankles. He had his cock in his hand.

"Put down the book and come over here", he directed me. I had never been with a man before and had never had a man tell me to approach him when he had his cock in his hand. I knew that I was going to do what he told me to do. I went to the couch.

I dropped down to me knees and looked straight at his penis. It was thick was all that I could think. I put my right hand on it and brought my mouth down on it.

It was thick and warm and I felt like he had filled my mouth. I used my tongue to lick right under the head of his cock. He moaned a little while I licked that spot and I tried to remember the best blowjob I had received from a girl and I tried to mimic what I recalled.

I took as much as I could of that pulsating monster into my mouth and sucked as I bobbed up and down. My jaw was already feeling sore after a few minutes when my man took his hands and held my head and started using his hips to fuck my face.

There was nothing I could do but brace myself for what I knew was going to happen. I gagged on that cock and I cupped his balls with my hand.

He moaned , "yes!"

I felt his leg muscles tense and his balls swelled in my hand. He pulled my head all the down on his cock, I choked and he ejaculated into the back of my throat.

His semen was thick, salty, and I loved it. I tried to swallow all of it but my inexperience and the amount meant that I coughed some onto the floor when he pulled it out of my mouth.

My only thought was that I hoped that I had pleased him. He stepped out of his pants and kicked off his shoes and picked me up like I weighed nothing.

He carried me into his bedroom and tossed me onto his bed. He stripped off his shirt and socks and lay next to me. He told me that we would have some "rules" to follow.

First, "you will do what you are told to do. Second, I want you to orgasm as many times as you want. You will eat all the semen that comes out of you. Third, you will only be allowed to have an orgasm if my cock is in you or you are plugged. Lastly, you don't have an ass anymore, you have a pussy and that pussy is mine."

He grabbed some lube and I lifted my legs and spread them for him and he had a meaty finger inside my boi pussy.

I grinded against it and he smiled and said "you like that don't you".

My body's response was all the encouragement that he needed as he added another finger. It felt so good and I so wanted to please this man.

My penis was pulsating and I felt like I would orgasm at any minute. As if he read my mind, he remove his fingers and lubricated a plug the size of which I had never had inside of me.

"Relax", he said, "it's going to be uncomfortable at first."

It wasn't uncomfortable, that plug stretched my boi pussy and it hurt. I winced and he repeated "relax". Once plugged, he focused his attention on my nipples, twisting and then sucking on them. It felt amazing. My head was spinning and I couldn't hold off my eruption.

I shot cum all over us. It was the best orgasm. As he had promised, he fed my cum to me, scooping it up with his fingers, I sucked my juice off of them just as I was told.

We lay there for a moment and he said, "leave the robe and follow me."

We walked into the bathroom, which was massive. "You ever been waxed?" he asked.

"Yes, of course sir", was my reply.

He went into his closet and produced a massage looking table and unfolded it.

"Hop up here, face down", he ordered.

I complied. He started with my arms and back, which went quickly. I figured that he would also remove the hair from my derriere and he did. As I lay there waiting, I presumed that he would have me roll over and finish with my shoulders, chest and stomach.

Instead, "get up on your knees", he directed.

As I followed his directions, I felt the wax hit my taint and balls. I flinched and he didn't like that response.

"You do remember the rules?" was his terse reply.

"Yes sir", I replied and braced for this new pain experience.

He waxed my taint and balls and it hurt. He then removed the plug from my boi pussy and inserted a larger one. This time it didn't hurt as much. He finished the back of my legs and I was instructed to roll over.

He went quickly with the shoulders, arms, chest and stomach. I thought my penis was next but he skipped to my legs. Had I avoided that pain and humiliation? No,

"this will hurt a little so get ready", was his warning. He waxed my crotch and my penis. It was painful.

"Go shower", he said.

I jumped into his shower, looking for body wash and shampoo, he handed bottles of them to me. They were fragrant almost flowery smelling. I washed quickly and dried off in front of him. He handed me some lotion, it was lavender smelling.

"Rub this into your skin, it will keep it soft", he directed.

This time I did what I was told.

"Go back into the bedroom, I put out things for you to wear for the rest of the night", he told me and he started to shower.

I walked back into the bedroom and on the bed he had laid out a black neglige, some black pumps, a pearl necklace that I couldn't tell if it was real or not, and a headband.

I put on the neglige and like the robe, it exposed my ass. The heels were not very high but I still had difficulty as I tried to walk around a bit as he finished his shower. I got the necklace on and was unsure about the headband.

He walked into the room with a towel over his shoulder.

He said, "use that headband to keep your hair out of your face. I want to see your expressions as I bust that cherry of yours."

I did what I was told.

I could feel how stiff my cock was and there was no hiding it from him as he stood there inspecting me with his eyes. I felt sexy and the urge to please this man consumed me. I could tell that he liked what he had created as his penis was huge and alive. He got on the bed,

"time to fuck in my favorite position. Come here."

I started to take off the heels and he said, "no, those heels stay on".

He had his back against the headboard and I straddled him. He slapped my ass hard twice and I let out a sound that I didn't know I could make. He removed the plug and said,

"no going back now."

I felt him squeeze more lube onto my boi pussy. He held his cock steady with one hand and with his other arm wrapped around me pushed his penis inside of me.

I felt the head of his cock enter me and I lost my breath.

He pushed me down further and further onto that monster. I felt my pussy stretch and as he got deeper and deeper, I experienced waves of pain. I didn't care and I wouldn't stop. I wanted him to cum inside me. I wanted to please him.

We started to go slightly faster with each thrust. Each time deeper and pain at the deepest point. I was panting and my heart was racing.

He was so strong, He was so hard. He was so in control. I realized that he had his entire cock in me and could feel his huge balls hitting my ass and taint.

Our pace increased and his cock felt like it was in my stomach. He controlled everything. I was moaning and feeling waves of pleasure. He started to grunt and I knew he was getting ready to cum.

"Who's pussy is this?" he grunted.

"Yours sir", I squeaked.

And then he came, pumping his semen into the pussy he owned.

I thought that it lasted forever and I knew that I didn't want it to stop.

I also knew that I am a faggot. I am a bottom boi and really a sissy. I knew my place had been established. Here is where I was meant to be.

Exhausted I slid off of him and a huge glob of cum fell out of my pussy onto his leg.

I laid next to him, panting, sweating, feeling so used, so sexy, so humiliated and loving it. What had I just done? I fell asleep.

I woke up and looked at the clock next to the bed, 5:35.

I then touched my neglige and remembered the events of the night. I could feel lube and dry semen caked on my balls. The bed was saturated with semen where I lay. I could still feel his cum in my boi pussy and it hurt. I heard the shower running.

Where were my clothes? How do I get out of here? What have I done? My thoughts raced through my mind.

Then I saw a note on the bedside table. On the front it had the words, "Here are the additional rules".

I opened the note and began to read about how my life would change forever.

To be continued.