Literally a Face Pussy

CONTENT WARNING: this story contains elements of BDSM, humiliation, bullying, group sex, feminization, reluctance. If these are not things you like you have been warned.

All characters are over 18 years old.

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I got the idea for this story after viewing a porn video called "Literally a Face Pussy" where a sub gets his face fucked while wearing a gag shaped like a vagina. If you don't know what that looks like you may want to search Google images for "pussy mouth gag" as it is central to the story. Also, pronouns switch between male and female often for the sissy but he is a boy.

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I walked down the block shaking with nerves as I prepared myself for another afternoon with Carter. Carter was a senior on the football team at our university who had been picking on me since I started as a freshman last semester.

He used to call me a faggot and a pansy and spank my ass when he walked by, but things really heated up when he went to give me a wedgie one day. He reached into the back of my shorts and to my dismay he found my white lacey panties. I shuddered as he pulled his hand out and said, "well what do we have here, huh? Why are you wearing panties, queer? Do I have a little panty boy on my hands?"

I was bubbling with tears trying to respond but he just kept laughing. "I knew it. I always knew you were a fag. I could see it in your eyes. In the way you can't look at me. I know I overwhelm you." He was stroking my shoulder and leaning into me.

"It's okay, bitch. Don't get your panties in a twist," he winked. "Just means you know your place. It's actually a good thing."

He stuck his hand back into my pants and was rubbing on my ass and playing with the strings of my panties.

"So queerboy, I think we may as well put you to work now, huh? Now that I know your little secret." He kept rubbing seductively on my ass. "Yeah, I think I'll let you suck on my cock now. And let you swallow my cum, too. Yeah, that's what I'll do." He chuckled to himself. "Get down, bitch. On your knees."

He pushed me to my knees and pulled my face up to look at him. "This ain't gonna be the last time we do this, queer, so get used to it."

From there he shoved his engorged prick into my mouth and used it to masturbate. After that day, he used my mouth often, texting me a few times a week to get sucked. He eventually moved onto my ass, or my pussy as he calls it, when he got bored of my mouth.

This morning like many mornings, Carter texted me at 9AM and said to be at his place at 2PM sharp. As usual I was told to wear my panties under my normal clothes. Carter always made me wear panties, not that I didn't want to.

I walked to his house with anxiety and arousal, a crippling mixture when combined correctly. I dreaded the coming humiliation but I also came to crave Carter's cock. After months of sucking and fucking I got used to his treatment and now find myself longing for it. It doesn't hurt that he's an attractive football player with a big dick.

I rang the doorbell and Carter said, "doors open fag." When I got in he said "strip, bitch" as he always does and I did what I always do. I stripped down to my panties and went to my knees to wait for my next command.

"Queerboy, I got a special job for you today. You're going to be a real good boy for me and do exactly what I tell you so that we don't have to have a little meeting over my lap. Isn't that right?"

I hated when he spanked me so I complied immediately. "Okay bitch, here's how it's gonna be. You're gonna go to that wall over there by those cuffs and you're gonna sit against it. Go on now. Move."

I started to get up but Carter pushed me back down. "Bitches crawl," he said matter-of-factly.

I got to the section of the wall he pointed to. It was near the couch and the TV. On the floor I noticed 4 leather cuffs attached to the ground, and there was a fixture on the wall.

"Sit up, feet out, hands by your side." Carter instructed. I sat with my back and head against the wall, legs bunched up a bit and my hands to my sides. From there he locked my wrists and ankles into the cuffs taking away my freedom one-by-one. On the last cuff, I struggled and shook and Carter laughed, "won't be moving now, will you bitch?"

"Carter I'm kind of nervous," I pouted, unaccustomed to bondage.

SMACK

Carter slapped me. "Did I ask how you feel about this, pansy? No. I didn't."

I looked at him and teared up. Next he pulled out a curved metal bar with leather padding on the inside, similar to a bike lock. I tried to move my head as he brought the device down but Carter slapped me again and told me to stay still. He attached the metal bar around my neck to 2 fixtures on the wall. Once attached, the back of my neck and thus my head were pushed against the wall, and the device held me still in the front. Not so tightly that I choked, but enough to keep me from moving. Now I was completely stuck.

"Carter, please, I'm serious. This is more than we usually do."

"This is the last time I'm gonna tell you, bitch. Quit talking! Your little faggot ass is mine now and I can do what I want with it. So shut the fuck up and quit your bitching. Actually, I'll just shut you up now."

Carter pulled a contraption out of a bag and I stared at it confused. It was a leather strap attached to a silicone pussy. Carter moved to my face and started to place to device near my mouth. "Open up, cunt."

I opened up and he quickly shoved the gag in. It stretched my jaw open wide and I couldn't move my mouth at all.

"Hmmmmppphhh," I tried to scream but nothing would come out. The sound was blocked by the silicone pussy that was now covering my mouth.

"Ha. This is just fucking perfect. The little queer has an actual pussy for a mouth now. Looks like I found a better use for this hole than your fucking yapping."

I was now crying and trying to move but I couldn't.

"Shut up, bitch. I know you like it. I can see your little clit twitching in your panties now. You love this."

He was right! I was getting hard. This did turn me on. I hated the humiliation, and it all felt like so much, but it did turn me on.

"Alright, bitch. I guess it's time for the party now."

I looked up fearfully. He hadn't mentioned a party!

"It's Sunday faggot, that's football day. Little queer like you wouldn't know this but on Sundays men around the country gather to watch the great game of football. Their women cook food and cater to them; it's an amazing day to be a man, and a pretty exhausting one if you're a bitch. And you, pussyface, are gonna be the bitch for me and my friends today. You're gonna be our little blowjob machine."

I cried more. Carter hadn't showed me off to his friends yet. So far everything we had done was just between us. It made it less embarrassing for only one person to know these secrets but now multiple guys who know and participate!

"My boys are coming over in a second. I've been showing them some pictures of you sucking my cock and spread out with your pussy showing in your panties. A few guys have been begging to get at you so I thought this would be a good treat for them. They all get to fuck my little faggot's throat today, and you're just gonna sit there and take it like a good pansy, aren't you?"

He sneered because we both knew I wasn't going anywhere.

"I chose this gag because I wanted your mouth stuck open, but I always wanted it to symbolize how much of a little pussy you are. I think it does the job well. Do you?"

He pulled a mirror up and I could now see myself. I was stuck sitting up, knees slightly pulled up to my chest, wrists and ankles bound to the floor, naked except panties, with a pussy gag strapped to my mouth. I looked pathetic. Even more, I looked fuckable. What horny jock wouldn't want to stick his dick in a throat shaped like a pussy? This was going to be a long day.

"Let me just warm you up a bit before the boys get here. Mold your throat so it gets used to taking cock."

He put coconut oil on his fingers and started coating the inside of the pussy gag. "This is so our cocks don't feel dry before they reach your mouth. You probably haven't ever felt a wet hole on your bitch clit, but trust me, faggot, it feels good." He was right, I hadn't ever felt a wet hole on my little dick.

He started to insert the tip of his penis into the vagina. "Damn even this part is tight," he contended. He pushed in more and I could now feel the tip of his cock on my tongue. "Keep that tongue down bitch, I wanna be able to get at that throat."

He pushed in more until I was gagging and choking. "Yup, just like that." He kept fucking my face. "You like it, queerboy? I see you getting hard in your panties."

I was admittedly rock hard now. Feeling like a sex toy was turning me on more than I expected.

"This gag is for big cocks only, pussy. Your bitch clit probably wouldn't even get passed the vagina part. But with my man cock I can get all the way to your throat. See?"

He demonstrated by jabbing his sword deeper and deeper into my gullet. I choked and gasped when he finally pulled out. "I made sure to only pick guys with big cocks to come over so that you can get your fill today. I knew you'd appreciate that," he chided.

DING DONG

"That's the door, bitch, must be the boys. Hope you're ready," he chuckled ominously as he went to usher them in. I was panicking.

When the boys walked in I could smell their musk. There were four men in total now: Jason, Brett, Derek, and Carter who you've met.

Jason and Brett were both your classic douchebag football players. Like Carter, they were tall, muscular, hot, and they knew it. Derek on the other hand was older; I didn't really know him. He became one of the offensive linemen coaches for the team after graduating a few years ago. Derek was taller and bigger than the other guys, a true bear amongst wolves. He was hairier, too, and had a thick beard unlike the other three.

I was embarrassed to feel my dick swell when I thought about sucking these sexy men, especially Derek. I had always loved big hairy guys.

"Alright boys I told you there'd be a surprise today. You all know about that little faggot that's been gagging on my cock lately. I showed you some of his pictures."

"Hell yeah I remember, bro. How the fuck could I forget," said Derek, his grin stretching ear-to-ear.

"What's he got to do with today?" asked Jason. "I don't really wanna hang out with a queer, and I still think it's weird that you fuck him."

"Don't be such a prude," interjected Derek. "I've had a few faggots take my cock and trust me, nothing's better than dominating a little sissy."

"Well I guess it's your lucky day then, Derek, because look what I have in store for you." With that, Brett walked the boys to the part of the room where I was shackled. I looked to the floor as best I could in the neck contraption as the four made a half circle around me.

I peered up to see my assailants and noticed the different looks across their faces. Carter, who was used to seeing me on my knees, stood proudly showing off his conquered bitch. Brett and Jason both looked confused. It's like they couldn't decide whether or not they wanted to be involved in this. Derek, on the other hand, looked at me with animalistic intensity and I could see the lust clouding his vision.

"Well damn, those pictures were good but they didn't do it justice. That's one pretty bitch you got there, Carter." Derek seemed to be very pleased with what he had just walked into.

"Are you a fag, Derek?" Asked Jason. "Why you calling him pretty?"

"First of all I don't think of him as a boy; he's a sissy. And second of all, what can say, I like sticking my dick in pretty things. And this one here's pretty," he replied confidently. "You gonna tell me you don't wanna stick your cock in that little hole? Look at his little bitch body, he's got no hair. He's practically a girl. And those panties cover his tiny clit perfectly."

"Dude, that sounds pretty gay to me," replied Jason.

"I don't know..." Brett perked up. "He's got a point. The little bitch does look kinda pretty. And he's so skinny and girly I don't even feel like he's a dude. I think Derek's right, bro. He's a sissy, and it's okay to fuck little sissies. And even if it's not, I'm not sure I care anymore because I'm getting hard just looking at him."

"Atta boy!" said Carter. "I knew you'd come around. And you haven't even felt these holes yet. Like a wet glove, fucking heaven. You won't want to leave. How about you get at his throat now?"

"Hell yeah!" replied Brett with a newfound vigor. I could see his excitement building as he thought about what he could do to me without consequence.

"Well then let's get naked and take this bitch for a spin. You can have at her first, Brett, since you seem so eager."

"Ah, man, don't fuck with me," scoffed an embarrassed Brett. He didn't want to look like a queer for wanting to fuck my face.

"Hey, man, don't feel bad about it," consoled Derek. "It's perfectly natural. Bitches like this were put on this planet to serve men like us. It sounds like a crock of bullshit but it's true, and you'll realize it once you get inside him. A sissy like this bitch needs cock in her holes, it makes her feel complete. Think about it: just as badly as you want to fuck those holes, he wants cock in them."

With his conscience cleared, Brett rapidly stripped and started to stroke his growing cock. Just as promised, he too was sporting a solid rod that looked to be over 8 inches. My throat was definitely going to be sore after this.

In order, the rest of the boys got nude. All of them were muscular and sexy, but it's Derek who really made me feel weak inside. Seeing his enormous hairy body, his heavy pendulum swinging between his thick thighs made my mouth water even more than it already was. My cock got stiff.

"Oh fuck!" exclaimed Jason. "You weren't kidding, Derek. The faggot's hard in his little panties! He really does want this!" I could see Jason's attitude change before my eyes; from disgust to lust. Now that he knew I was a "willing" participant, a true faggot, it gave him the ok to abuse me.

"I told you, bro. He was made for this. Don't feel bad about it. You're still straight, man, you just want to get a nice nut," Derek smiled. "This bitch on the other hand," he said in a more serious tone looking down at me. "This queer right here is a faggot and there's no mincing words about it. Bitch is wearing panties with a pussy strapped to his face. There's no question. This one's pure bred sissy."

In Brett's excited state he couldn't even wait for Derek to finish his spiel before shoving his now fully erect rod into my mouth.

"Grrrrmmmmpppphh!" I struggled to keep from choking with Brett's quickening pace.

"Nice, Brett, you're doing good. How's he feel?"

"Dude, Carter, this is fucking awesome. Why the hell haven't I gotten myself a queer yet?" He was holding my head in both hands, head up to the ceiling with his eyes rolled back in ecstasy. "No girl would let me treat her like this, but this bitch doesn't complain one bit!"

Little did Brett know I would've complained if I could have. I liked giving blowjobs but I didn't want to have to do it while tied up. But I guess a sissy doesn't get to choose how men take her.

Brett continued fucking my face, getting closer to orgasm with each pump. "Oh fuck bros, I'm gonna nut. I can't last any longer! This bitches throat is too good!" Brett's legs were shaking as he spoke.

"That's alright, Brett. Don't feel bad about shooting quick, we got this sissy here all day so you can have at her again later."

"Oh fuck, you're right! Hell yea... FUUUUUUCKKKK" Brett cried out as he flooded my mouth, his body leaning forward on the wall pushing his pubes up to my nose.

I gasped, choked, and mumbled as his seed made it's way passed my throat and into my stomach. My hands and legs were feebly shaking in my restraints but I knew I wouldn't budge. Brett pulled out and took a seat on the couch, exhausted from his BJ special.

"Now you just hang out on the couch and watch the game, buddy. Relax. It's Sunday."

Brett breathed a satisfied sigh.

"Alright, who wants next?" asked Carter.

"Fuck it, I'll go," replied Jason in a more determined manner than I expected. I think he was still nervous to be involved with this but his hormones were taking over. He needed to fuck my face, too. He needed to prove that he was a man and not a sissy like me. And he did.

He walked over, "hey queerboy, want another load?" He was taunting me, making me understand exactly who was the bitch. "I know you do, queer, I can see that little clit sticking right through your pretty panties. Wish I didn't have to see it but if that's what it takes to rape your face with impunity then fuck it I guess."

Like Brett, once he inserted his cock into the hole he didn't last long. He cursed at me, clearly enjoying dominating my body.

"Fuck yeah you little pussy, I'm gonna fuck this face, watch some football, then fuck it again. And you're gonna be waiting right here just like a good little bitch aren't you? Fuck yeah you are, cause you were made for this you little bitch. You were made for this."

I gave him puppy dog eyes while I nodded in agreement up and down his cock. He busted in a histrionic fashion similar to Carter, shouting obscenities while pumping vigorously in and out of my mouth.

GLUP GLUP GLUP *POP*

He finally slid his spent cock out of my sore mouth.

"Hooweee! Now that was a face fuck right there," Jason sighed proudly. "I bet the little bitch boy liked my big cock even better than he liked Brett's. Huh, sissy, did you like my big cock?"

He laughed at me as he turned to go sit on the couch with the rest of the guys.

"Hey Derek you wanna try?" Asked Carter, eager to set his bitch up with another cock.

"Why don't you go ahead first, I'm gonna want to spend some extra time with the bitch. Plus, I don't want her to be disappointed with your tiny cock after she slobbers on my fucking meat." He slapped his enormous cock, which I could now see was even bigger than the rest of the boys, against his hand while smiling and winking at me.

"We get it man. You've got a fucking donkey dick," sighed Carter, apparently tired of hearing about Derek's cock.

"I'm just messing with you, man, don't worry. You guys all have some huge fucking dicks, real men's dicks. Nothing like that little clit the bitch has over there."

They all laughed and basked in the comfort of their masculinity. I just shook in my cuffs.

"Bitch, I got a present for you," Carter said as he walked up for his turn at my face pussy.

The "present" was a butt plug, a pretty small one to be honest. I was ashamed that the first thing I thought when I saw it was that it probably wouldn't even be big enough to make me feel good. Having thoughts like this made me think maybe this really is my place in the world. To be filled by men.

"Come on, bitch, spread your legs. Let me get into those panties." I opened my legs as wide as I could in the shackles so he could access my other hole. He had lubed the plug so it slipped in quickly, and as expected I was disappointed when it went all the way in.

The plug was tiny and I could barely feel it! It didn't hit any of my special spots. I felt so much shame in knowing it wasn't big enough to give me pleasure. That I needed a real man's cock in my pussy for me to feel good. Not a tiny clit like mine.

After inserting the plug Carter took his turn at my mouth. It was relatively routine for us at this point but he did take extra pleasure in the restraints and gag.

"I love how you can't fight against me anymore, bitch. Can't do nothing about stopping this cock from getting in your throat. I fucking love it."