Groomed to Perversion: Discovery

Browsing the newest profiles often gives me a strange thrill. I imagine this must be what gold prospectors felt back in the day, panning for the tiniest grain of gold amidst a torrent of sand and rock. Except, instead of dirt, I've got an endless flood of half-naked bodies, bland faces, and tired one-liners. It's not easy finding someone worth the effort when all you've got to go on is a few carefully curated photos, some obscure stats and a 150-character bio. But in the rare moments when I do find a potential target, I'll be damned if that shiver of excitement doesn't race down my spine, straight to my cock.

This time, I felt that thrill in a way I hadn't in recent memory. Browsing by country I stumbled upon a fresh profile that caught my eye. The profile picture was provocative but sensibly discrete. A pair of feminine black bikini briefs hung around his jutting hips, the soft material hinting at the firm curves of a toned ass. The picture quality, the angle, his skin 's smooth texture - everything pointed to a level of care and maintenance that made my inner pervert purr with joy. He was a complete stranger but I could already feel an infinite flow of potential corruption develop.

His username was "Pantyboi02", which I couldn't help but scoff at, but I suppose the kids these days don't have as many options to be creative in claiming their identities. I clicked on the username and scanned the text underneath: "22 year old bi-curious college boy with a passion for panties. Looking for an experienced man to help me explore this new side of myself."

This was it. My predatory instinct roared to life. I could practically taste the satisfaction of sinking my claws into this little cub and dragging him into my den. I felt giddy with the thrill of the chase, a heady combination of lust and greed. I knew in that instant that I had to have him. Straight away I swiftly sent him a brief message to show him I might be interested.

My strategy revolved around the panties. I was pretty sure that just like any other natural sissy out there, he'd be dying to get his hands on some quality lingerie. Carefully inspecting the pair he wore in the pic, I made the educated guess they had to be his mom's. I decided to start my message with that.

Me: "Hey sexy, the panties you're wearing in your profile pic, are they your mom's?"

I figured that would pique his interest--showing him that I'd paid close attention, and at the same time, opening up the discussion of lingerie.

Within seconds, my phone buzzed, and a notification from the app alerted me of an incoming message.

Pantyboi02: "Haha, busted, what gave it away?"

I couldn't help but chuckle at his response, happy to see he was eager to play along.

Me: "The elastic is a dead giveaway. It's clear she's quite a bit broader around the hips  than you. Moreover, they look expensive but it's obvious they weren't bought nor worn to entice a  real man. You need something far more provocative and fitting for a submissive sissy like yourself. If you were mine I would buy you a proper pair - something silky, delicate, and in a size that actually fits your sissy waist."

Within another few seconds a notification for a friend request popped up on the screen and I knew I had him. Confirming it, my heart raced seeing our new connection on display along with the chat window. The anticipation was maddening.

Pantyboi02: "Would you really consider buying me a pair of panties?"

The sheer vulnerability in that question almost made me lose my breath. Instead, I chose to let the simmering lust bubble beneath the surface for a moment, savoring the power I held over this young man.

Me: "Absolutely. A sexy boy should be showing off his own pretty panties, not a pair he found rummaging through his mother's drawer. You want to wear a pair that's so delicate and sexy, it makes your girly cheeks blush, your little ball-sack tighten and your clitty leak!"

My dirty words flowed effortlessly, painting a verbal picture of the perfect panties, while my other hand worked my own rapidly growing cock. I was being deliberately lewd and degrading to see how far I could push him, knowing that each word was like a seductive caress--teasing something in him he didn't even understand yet.

A minute or so later he responded, visibly struggling to constrain himself.

Pantyboi02: "Fuck, I'm already hard as a fucking rock; you have no idea how much I want that. I've always wanted to wear lingerie and have a man see me like that, but I never knew how to approach it."

I sighed contentedly, relishing my victory. I'd bet that little sissy would do anything to get those panties, and I had the power to make it happen. But first, I wanted to find out as much as I could about him. I had to be sure that he was truly submissive, that he would allow a dominant man to lead him on the path to becoming my own personal sissy-slut.

Me: "Tell me how you got into panties, boy.  How long has this little secret been eating away at you? "

Pantyboi02: "I don't remember  exactly when it started, but it's been a good while. At some point, I began getting really turned on by the idea of wearing my mom's panties.  I couldn't help myself.  Wrapping them around my cock felt so wrong and so right at the same time. Soon I started putting them on as often as I could without anyone at home catching me.  Every time, I felt this shameful rush of excitement and a cock-hardening pleasure like I've never experienced before."

I smiled, gently coaxing the story from him. "And then what?" I asked, knowing no sissy would stop at that.

Pantyboi02: "Eventually I tried to suppress my urges, trying to focus on being 'normal', you know? I started dating  girls, sleeping with a couple of them. That felt good for a while but even  when I came inside a girl I couldn't shake off the feeling that what I really wanted was something else - something more. I tried everything to forget about the lingerie but the desire continues to grow. Even now, in college, with all the parties, girls, booze and freedom, I still can't forget the thrill of wearing panties.

I decided to step it up a notch and asked him: "Are you in panties right now, boy?"

A short pause, and then:

Pantyboi02: "Yes, Sir. I couldn't help myself."

Oh, he was playing right into my hands. "Show me, boy. Right now. We'll continue this on Skype." I instructed, eager to see his face as I took control of him. Desire coursed through my veins as I waited for his response.

A few tense seconds passed, then he replied sheepishly, "Okay. But I'm not showing my face. Only my body." he immediately added.

I could sense his hesitation and I didn't want to scare him away. I knew this was a crucial moment, so I reined in my dominant tendencies to make him feel more at ease.

Me: "Sure thing, baby. I appreciate your caution, and I promise to respect your boundaries. You decide how much you want to show me, but just remember, your submission is a gift to both of us." I sent him my Skype info and simultaneously set up a screen grabbing program. I already knew what I wanted: to have it all on video so I could enjoy it later, relive every moment at my leisure, and have the power to hold it over him should the need arise.

Seconds later his username appeared on the screen, and I delayed, savoring the anticipation before clicking 'accept'. Hearing the familiar chime of the connection tone made my cock twitch and I adjusted the camera to an optimal angle, so he could only see me from the waist up. Unlike him I would be showing my face, as I knew it would feed my power and dominance.

I watched as the video feed flickered to life and Pantyboi92's slender body came into view. He looked  even better than his pictures suggested, with smooth skin and a soft, yet toned figure. He was wearing the same black bikini briefs from his profile pic while sitting  on a desk chair. I allowed the anticipation to build as I observed him.

"Can you hear me, boy?" I asked, making sure the audio was working fine.

"Yes, Sir," He typed quickly.

Like so many of these boys he was too shy to use his own voice, but I was determined to break him out of that shell sooner rather than later. I could already sense his hesitation as he moved the camera angle a little lower to make sure his face wouldn't be visible. I made a mental note that it would be something to overcome as soon as I could.

"Are you alone in the house?" I asked, even though the answer was obvious since he was currently flashing me his mothers panties online. "No need to type a reply, baby. You can talk to me," I said calmly, hoping to put a little more pressure on him.

Still he stayed silent as he typed: "Yes, Sir, I'm alone. But I'd rather not talk. I'm not ready for that yet."

I leaned back in my chair as I heard the clacking  sound of his  fingers on his keyboard, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of irritation. However, at the same time I couldn't help but smile. He was so innocent and unassuming, but beneath that facade lay an eagerness to please.

"That's okay," I reassured him. "Let's keep it this way for now."

Silence filled the space between us for a moment as he shifted nervously in the chair, his bare chest glistening in the soft glow of the screen. The sight of his body made my mouth water. His nipples were small and tight, just begging to be sucked on and pinched.

"You've got a fucking hot little body, boy. I bet any of those college girls would be thrilled  to get a piece of you," I told him, as I took in every inch of his perfect figure. "But you're not after them, are you, boy?" I said with a hint of amusement, watching as he shifted uncomfortably in the chair.  "Tell me what you truly crave. Why are you in panties, talking to a dirty old man like me? What is it that you want, hmm?"  I prompted, my voice growing more insistent with each word.

His hands hovered motionless above the keyboard, as if he were gathering the strength to come clean about his desires. Slowly typing out his answer, his words appeared before me:

Pantyboi92: "I want to be a sissy, Sir. I want real men to get hard at the sight of me. I want to be submissive and feminine while they are strong and dominant. I'd like them  to take control, to tell me what to wear, make me do  dirty things, and use me like an object meant for their pleasure. "

I stared at the screen, my hungry gaze following every word he typed. I caressed my rigid cock through the fabric of my pants. I chuckled, delighted by his honesty.

He continued typing : "I know it's fucked up. I know it's wrong in so many ways, but I can't help it. Whenever I get a message complimenting how good I look in the panties, or how much I turn a guy on, I can't help but feel like the most desired person in the world. It's messed up, I know, but the dirty, degrading words make me feel so good."

"Oh, no need to feel ashamed, little slut," I murmured, my arousal growing."Wanting to be feminized, used, and degraded by men is a delicious, filthy desire. And if that's what you crave, it must mean that deep down you're a submissive sissy faggot, don't you agree?" My tone was low and demanding, and the effect was instant.

Pantyboi92: "Yes, Sir."

"Lay back in the chair and show me," I commanded, "put your feet up on the desk and spread your legs, you dirty little slut." He started doing as instructed without question even though he showed almost half of his face in the process. I was pretty sure he was aware of that but he seemed too turned on to care. He obeyed, laying back in that chair and letting the balls of his arched slender feet rest on the wooden desktop, his toes pointing inward. Details like that mattered to me - it's the nuances that reveal the depths of his feminine subconscious nature.

"You're doing very well to obey without hesitation, boy," I said in a soft, encouraging voice. "Trust is the foundation of a good relationship between a dominant and a submissive. I want you to feel  like you can trust me completely, my pretty little sissy. That's why I've been showing you my face since the start. No need for us to hide what we are."

Slowly I stood up and started undoing the button on my jeans. "Hell, I'm even willing to show you my I.D. if that's what it takes for you to feel safe with me." Taking out my wallet, I carefully extracted my driver's license and angled it toward the camera so that the younger man could read my full name, date of birth, and address. After that, I placed it back in its place and pulled my jeans down, revealing the bulging shape of my hard, throbbing cock beneath my boxer shorts.

"Anything else I can do to make you feel at ease, little slut?" I asked huskily as I gripped my erection firmly, tugging on it gently to release a little of the pent-up desire demanding to be let free. I stared at his tight, young body with the little black triangle of fabric nestled tight against his crotch.

He shook his head, biting his bottom lip sensuously. I knew I had to push a little bit further. "Then show me the trust is mutual. I want to see your face too, baby.  Even just for a moment. Just enough that I know we're in this together. I bet you're just as hot as I imagined." I watched as he hesitated, swallowing hard and tensing up for a moment. But then, very slowly, he pushed his chair a little  further back, his face coming fully into the frame.

Two thoughts  immediately struck me upon seeing him clearly for the first time. The first was how easy it had been to coax him into showing me his face - a testament to the power of praise and validation, and a sign of good things still to come.

The second was that he looked remarkably plain, which would explain why he hungered for this sort of attention. It wasn't that his features were unattractive; he simply seemed ordinary. Short brown-blonde hair, a slightly crooked nose, deep-set hooded blue eyes and soft, but full lips. To me he was a a perfect blank canvas ready to be molded, to the hot girls in college probably one of so many.

Slightly exaggerating my appreciation I leaned forward and whispered: "Fuck, you look adorable, baby. So innocent--yet so sexy." His cheeks flushed even redder, and his plump, pink lips parted slightly. His breathing was ever so slightly labored, and I could almost hear him swallowing nervously.

"How does it feel to be on display like that?" I asked, caressing him gently with my words. "Play with  your nipples. They look like perfect little girlie buds. Make them hard for me." His hands moved up to cup his breasts, his thumbs brushing over the pert nubs. "Do they feel good, baby?" He nodded, eyes darkening with a heady mix of shame and arousal. "Pluck them a little harder. Tug on them."

My voice had gone husky with longing, the crotch of my boxer briefs damp with pre-cum. I had to resist the urge to rub myself through the fabric like a horny teenager. Instead, I took a deep breath and leaned back in my chair, savoring the delicious sight before me. "I'm going to wank off for you, little slut. You keep  playing with those nipples for me while I do, okay? He nodded, licking his lips and biting down on them.

"You won't get to see my fat cock though," I told him with a chuckle, and then I wrapped my hand around the throbbing length of my shaft and began to stroke as slow as possible. "Not today anyway. I need to make sure you're worthy first. Not every cock hungry cam slut gets to see my cock in all its throbbing glory. Would you like to earn that privilege, boy?"  I asked him, never breaking eye contact as I slowed down my movements, making sure the anticipation would only grow stronger.

His breath hitched, and he nodded eagerly. "I need to hear you say it, boy. Convince me you're worthy of seeing my fat cock," I purred, the darker side of me taking over. "Tell me that you want to be my little sissy more than anything else and that you are ready and willing to do whatever it takes to make that happen. Not only will you get to see a real man 's cock but I'll also give you give you everything your sissy  heart desires. Just say it, pretty boy, speak  the truth "

There was a silence, and I watched as his gaze flitted nervously around the room before finally looking right into his cam.  His eyes were swimming with a mix of emotions, and for a moment I worried he would call this all off, close the program, and disappear.

But then, with a quiet voice that was barely more than a moan: "I want to be your sissy, Sir. You make me feel more seen and appreciated than I ever have been before, and all this dirty talk of cocks and lingerie, it fills me up inside. I want to prove myself to you, Sir, to show that I'm worthy of seeing your cock and experiencing your dominance."

My cock twitched as those words flowed from his lips, a mixture of depravity, and shame coursing through his veins, and I knew in that moment that he was mine. It was enough to send me over the edge. I could only hold the base of my cock as it pulsed and spasmed violently, shooting thick jets of hot cum. I heard the creamy white ropes hitting  the wooden flooring just below my desk with audible splats.

"Fuuuuucking hell, slut. You've just made me cum incredibly hard and I wasn't even touching myself. You should be proud of yourself, sexy little tart." I hissed while staring at his widening eyes.

The submissive man looked at me with an intensity that stole my breath--hungry and horny in a way that spoke volumes of the need that coursed through his veins. The shyness was still there, but now it was mingled with a fire that burned ever brighter as we spoke. I felt the pull of desire between us, binding us together in ways he didn't yet fully understand.

"Thank you, Sir," He whispered softly. He seemed so genuinely grateful for the little taste of validation that I'd given him, as if this fleeting moment was something he'd been craving for a long time.

"I'm going to leave you on your own for now, little slut," I said sharply, still breathless from my intense orgasm. "When I log off you're going to slide those panties halfway down your thighs and leave them there. Then you'll start caressing your clitty very slowly, while you think about a place and time to meet so I can give you your first pair of proper panties. You'll inform me of your plan before tomorrow morning or this was the first and last time we spoke. When you cum you'll fill the panties you've got on now with your warm, sticky cream, letting them linger there for a while before you finally remove them. I'll let you decide whether you keep them as a dirty souvenir of our first conversation or if you'd rather throw them in the trash. Either way, you'll never wash nor wear those pathetic panties again. Is all of  that clear?"

"Y- yes, Sir," he stammered, eyes wide and filled with unspoken desire and a hint of fear.

Abruptly, I closed  the connection and wiped the remains of my cum off the wooden floor and off my desk, throwing the tissues in the garbage bin before leaning forward, feeling  a sense of exhilaration and expectation. I'd purposefully left him hanging, desperate for an orgasm when I ended our chat. It served as a way to keep him eager and hungry, pussying out was not an option.

I knew that this was a crucial moment for both of us, one where he would either turn tail and run, or happily embrace his newfound depravity. My cock, still slick with my own essence, still stood at half mast, pulsing gently in time with my heartbeat.  Cumming without any kind of touch was a testament to how quickly this young man had gotten beneath my skin.

I hoped I'd done enough to entice him, enough to let him understand that he needed to submit. He'd probably have doubts, probably feel waves of shame, but I knew eventually he wouldn't be able to resist the pull, the excitement that came with letting a confident older man control him.