Once Bitten, Forever Smitten Pt. 01

*SLAM!*

The door shut hard as Marie left for work. Her husband, Ash, sat on the couch in the living room. As usual, Marie had been in a pissy mood while she had gotten ready to leave. Ash couldn't figure out why she was always mad at something, but he couldn't be bothered; he just wanted her out the door so that he could go on about his day.

"It must be nice," Marie had thought, "just getting to sit around all day and do nothing while I still have to go to work."

Marie had huffed while she pulled on her stockings, and stepped into her skirt and high heels. She had pulled on a tight enough, but modest enough shirt. She done her hair up in pretty curls. Marie needed to impress the boss and command respect; after all she wanted to make partner one day. Still, being a woman is the hardest... she kind of wished she didn't have to put in all that effort into her appearance each day.

The truth is: it was nice. Ash had worked hard too, but then had suddenly come upon a size-able inheritance from his Uncle Rob, and had been able to retire early. He didn't have enough money to live lavishly, but he was able to escape the rat race, at least for a while. To be honest, the money was going quicker than he had imagined, but for now he was still able to sit home and play video games, or... whatever else he wanted to do... while his wife was at work. Marie had floated the idea of them both retiring, but Ash had put his foot down. If Marie wanted to enjoy part of Ash's money, she had to keep working and contribute.

As Marie huffed out the door with coffee in hand, Ash breathed a sigh of relief.

"whew," he said... "thank goodness."

It had been harder and harder to put up with Marie's hostility. Ash just wanted the house to himself.

Ash had been about to start up the console, but now that Marie was gone, he found himself wandering into the bedroom. As he did so many mornings, he ended up in Marie's panty drawer. He pulled out a pair and looked at it. So silky. So smooth. He put the crotch up to his nose and breathed in his wife's scent. The panties were clean, but you know once they have been worn a few times the scent is always there.

Ash really did love his wife. He loved her in more ways than one. He loved to make love to her, and to dominate her. And also, since long before he met her, he had imagined what it would be like to be a woman like her.

Standing there in front of the open panty drawer, Ash carefully slipped off his boxers, and stepped into the pair of panties. He pulled them up over his legs and ass, and made sure they sat right, just as they were intended to. Ash had always had a fat ass, in just the right way to fill out a pair of panties. Marie always made fun of him, and to be honest, Ash didn't like it. She thought it was cute, but Ash didn't want his wife to think of him as cute like that. Still, when no one was around and Ash was standing in a pair of panties, he was happy that he filled them out so well.

It wasn't just his ass though; Ash had always had a smaller type frame. Skinny in all the right places, but with a little extra where it would help. And then there was the hair. Ash had kept his hair long. Some days, he worried a bit about what other people would say, but Ash had grown his hair long since he was a boy. He usually kept it in a man bun, but now he let down in front of the mirror. He noticed how girly he looked, which, deep down, he knew was kind of the point.

*Knock Knock*

"Oh Shit!" Ash said loudly to himself.

Someone was at the door. The fear of being seen in those panties made his average penis retract to a tiny nub. Its moments like this that show you who you are. Ash was standing there in panties with a tiny nub of a penis, and scared, but of what? Who was going to see him? He could easily have changed before going to the door, but he didn't. He just pulled up his sweatpants quickly and without thinking, he ran to get the door. What did that say about Ash?

Ash opened the door, and standing there was Ash's new neighbor Ryan. Ryan and Ash had hung out a few times during the day because Ryan was self employed and worked from home. They mostly played death matches on Call of Duty.

"Ashley, my man!"

Ryan walked inside without being invited, and slapped Ash's hand, hard. Ash shrunk down a bit. he HATED being called "Ashley". it WAS his full name, but he had been bullied about it as a kid, and insisted on being called "Ash". Still, Ash liked Ryan's company, and, there was something else. Ryan was massive. at 6"4', he towered over Ash at a mere 5"6'. Something about Ryan just made Ash feel like he couldn't really tell Ryan anything. So he didn't.

"Hey man," Ash answered back, his hand stinging from the low five. "what's going on?"

"Nothin much," Ryan explained, "just figured I'd come over and beat your ass a few times at COD."

Ryan would have been happy about it, but he was realizing at once that he was wearing his wife's panties underneath his sweat pants and with Ryan around he would have no excuse to get out of them. It was silly to worry though, he told himself. After all, Ryan wouldn't be seeing them.

The two sat down on the couch, which was pretty small, and, with Ryan's size it felt even smaller. There was little space in between them while they started to play the game. After a short while, Ash was playing the game, but noticed the scent of his friend who sat close by. Ryan must not have showered before he came over it seemed like. It wasn't a terrible smell or anything...just... noticeable. Ash thought of his wife's panties this morning and how he could smell her in them. Was the heater on? Ash was feeling his temperature rise.

About Ash: Ash had been wearing panties here and there for a very long time, and he liked the way they made him feel. His feelings didn't start with panties though, they started long before that, and blossomed slowly into what they were today. Ash had imagined for a long time what it would be like to be a woman, and in the back of his mind, he wondered what it would be like to be with a man. Ash hadn't been with a man though, and throughout his life, his conscious lustful desires had always been for women. Ash had hung out with his male friends for his entire life, never once imagining them in any sexual way directly. But one thing that had never happened before is: Ash had never noticed any of their smells. Now, Ash had a pit in his stomach.

Ryan was on his game that day, and Ash was noticeably distracted. In match after match, Ryan was killing Ash over and over again. After an hour of this, Ash stood up and tossed his controller across the room.

"GOD damnit!" he shouted.

"Bro, don't get so upset!" Ryan said. "Chill out. Go get your controller and come back and play some more matches. Don't be a bitch."

Ash felt ridiculous. Throwing the controller was such a childish move, and now his friend had called him out. He was still pissed, but he did as he was told. He walked over to grab the controller, but when he bent over to pick it up, the top of his panties showed out of the sweatpants he was wearing.

"What the fuck are you wearing?" Ryan exclaimed. "Are those panties, bro?"

Ash's heart sank. If his penis was a nub before, it was practically inside him now. He stammered for a minute, trying to come up with an excuse that made sense. Racking his brain, and coming up with nothing.

Ryan spoke again, "Wow... I didn't know you were like that, Ashley."

"My name is Ash..."

Ash was getting upset. He didn't want his friend to see him like this, and his eyes welled up as he held back tears. Right then, he hadn't even thought of the ramifications of Ryan having the power of this information, he was still just embarrassed in the moment.

Ryan stood up and walked over, and surprised Ash:

"Oh honey, don't cry."

He put his hand on the top of Ash's head, slipping it down over the back of his head and pulling Ash in for a quick bro hug.

"Bro," Ryan started, "I didn't mean to embarrass you, it's all good man, I ain't even gonna give you any more shit, I was just surprised is all."

Ash was overwhelmed. He was surprised at Ryan's reaction, but to a degree, the damage was still done. Ash was humiliated. He had trouble looking Ryan in the eye.

Looking down was worse. Ash looked down and saw a massive bulge in Ryan's pants and was immediately shocked. He knew the worst thing he could do was acknowledge it. He also knew that if Ryan was so excited at this point, it couldn't possibly be from physical attraction. Ryan was attracted to the humiliation that Ash was going through. He was getting off on Ash's submissive nature. Ash sat down on the couch to think things through and Ryan sat next to him.

After a long silence, Ryan spoke first: "Ash, I want you to know that it's okay and that I don't judge you. We are friends, and I would never tell your secret to anyone. You don't have to worry."

Ash breathed a small sigh of relief when he heard that. He hadn't even really had time to think about what would happen if Ryan told someone else about him, but he knew it wouldn't be good. While Ryan spoke, Ash kept his eyes down, and scanning back and forth, but landing on Ryan's crotch again and again.

Ryan continued, "I do want you to know that i'm here for you, and you can tell me anything." No sooner than Ryan finished his sentence, he grabbed Ash's hand and held it for a moment, squeezing it as if to reassure him. Then, just as they had their moment, Ryan took Ash's hand and placed it directly on the bulge in Ryan's pants. Ash felt Ryan's thick bulge for the first time.

It. Was. Massive.

"Gasp!"

Ash breathed deep and fast. He was practically hyperventilating, but he couldn't seem to take his hand away. Ash would be confused for some time following this event, but at that moment Ryan could see the future. Ash was powerless against his advances and knew. He had seen this before, him being a giant of a man after all. Growing up, girls he knew pretended to be coy, but he usually needed only lay a finger on them and they went weak at the knees. Ryan could see into Ash's soul, and what he saw was a girl, weak at the knees.

Ash didn't move his hand, and he also didn't want to do anything with it, because somehow in his mind if he didn't rub it or stroke it or caress it, then it was perfectly normal to set his hand on his friend's bulge for the time being. His hand had other plans though, and as the bulge twitched in his hand, he felt his hand slightly but unmistakably squeezing.

Ryan reached over and grabbed Ash by the earlobe, ever so softly, and tugged on it until Ash looked up into his eyes, finally focusing on what Ryan was going to say.

"Ash, I have to tell you something, friend, and you are going to have to get used to it." Ryan spoke to a powerless Ash, "From now on, I'm going to call you 'Ashley'".

Ash was speechless. How could he have found himself here? The morning had moved so quickly. One minute he was relaxing alone, and the next he was gently squeezing his friend's bulge. It was insane, he thought, but he didn't know how to stop it. At that moment, he knew only one thing: he had better keep his friend happy, lest he lose control of this situation any more than he already had.

Ash didn't agree to allow Ryan to start calling him Ashley, but he didn't tell him not to either, and that was enough. A paper layer of Ash's identity had been fell away just then. Fighting people from a young age over being called your full name had always been exhausting. Most people had been happy to call him Ash, but when they called him Ashley, it had always been demeaning. Degrading. It was about taking away his power. Here, Ashley's name finally fit. It was, after all, a beautiful name.

Ashley squeezed just a little bit tighter on the bulge in Ryan's pants. His thumb moved up over the end of what was inside. He still couldn't see the prize directly, but he knew his thumb was over the head of Ryan's cock, and he found himself moving over and around it in small circles. Teasing and agonizing. He breathed in and out, short, hot breaths. A tiny wet spot appeared where Ashley's thumb had been rubbing. Ryan was leaking pre cum through his pants.

"Fuck yeah," escaped Ryan's lips.

It was the first verbal cue that either of them had spoken of what was taking place.

At this, Ashley was startled, and he pulled his hands away, shocked at what he had been doing. Ryan grabbed Ashley's hand, and put it back.

"No baby, you were doing so good. Keep it right there."

Ashley tried to protest again, but Ryan put his hand behind Ash's head, and grabbed a fistful of his hair right at the scalp, and looked Ashley right in the eyes. Ryan didn't say a word, but at that moment, Ryan's hold on the back of Ash's neck told Ash in no uncertain terms that Ash had better do what he was told. So he did.

Holding that tightest of grips on Ashley's compliance, Ryan took the next step. He gazed into Ash's eyes, pulled him in close, and placed the softest, fullest, most intimate of kisses right onto Ashley's lips. They both closed their eyes, and as they made out, Ashley began to feel an unmistakeable wetness in his panties.

Ashley was having an existential crisis in real time, but he had had no time to think. Ryan was making out with him on the couch, and nothing had ever felt so right. He knew the moment Ryan's lips touched his that he wanted this, and, that it didn't matter at all what he wanted. He would never be able to say no to Ryan ever again.

Ryan stopped kissing Ashley for a moment and told Ash to stand up. Confused, Ashley did as he was told and stood up in front of Ryan.

"Take your pants off Ashley, I want to see you in your panties."

Shaking, Ashley pulled down his pants and stepped out of them. The panties were a lace-y, red little number with a tiny bow in the back. The sheer front fabric left nothing to the imagination. Ashley was happy to show off for a man, but hadn't intended for today to be the day that he lost all self respect in front one.

"Good girl," Ryan said, which made Ashley blush. "You look so girly in your panties! Now it's time, Ashley. Get on your knees and pull out my cock."

Ashley got down on his knees and between two fingers, carefully pulled down Ryan's zipper. He was excited, but nauseous. How could he handle a moment like this?

Staring just a second too long without moving, Ryan gently stroked Ash's chin and pulled it up so that Ryan and Ash were gazing into each other's eyes.

Ryan looked sweetly at Ash and said, "Don't worry Ashley, I'm here with you. We're in this together."

Ash felt like he was glowing after that. He felt like he could do anything and everything was right with the world and...

*SMACK!!!!*

Ashley's head was spinning. His face stung. He was seeing stars. Ryan had slapped him clean across the face, HARD, with an open hand.

"Listen BITCH," Ryan Spoke sternly, "when I tell you to do something, you do it, and you don't hesitate!"

Ash was terrified. He thought things had been going so well! There was no time to consider things now. Ashley pulled out Ryan's cock and held it in his hand, stroking it. He didn't know what to do. He just knew he didn't wan't to get hit again.

Ryan reached down to grab Ashley's face again by the chin, this time gently again. Ash recoiled, but gave in, frightened, and allowed Ryan to pull his face up and meet his gaze once again.

"Oh baby, I'm sorry. I just get a little rough sometimes. I promise you'll get used to it. I do it because I care about you. I just need to help you learn how to treat a man"

Ryan spoke in such a sweet voice. It was so confusing!

Ryan continued, "Go ahead baby, put that dick in your mouth nice and soft and I promise to take care of you."

With that, Ashley put that dick in his mouth, nice and soft, just as he was told. After all, he didn't really have a choice. Something Ashley would never tell anyone: when Ryan had slapped him upside his face, Ashley's dick got rock hard and leaked a small puddle of pre-cum into his wife's panties.

Now, for the first time in his life, Ashley had his lips wrapped around the cock head of another man. He tried to take it all in. His mouth watered and his tongue found its way to the very tip, massaging Ryan's piss hole. Ryan was uncircumcised, and still on his way to getting all the way hard inside Ashley's mouth. Ashley stuck his tongue up inside the foreskin and felt around. He couldn't believe how good it tasted. Ryan began to leak salty pre cum onto Ashley's tongue. Ashley tried desperately to get every drop. He was worried he might run out, forgetting that it would keep coming as long as he kept on sucking.

"Oh yeah, girl, just like that," Ryan grunted and praised.

Finally Ashley's train of thought came back to the reality of the situation, and a deep wave of shame came over him. He had always wanted to experiment. After all; a man doesn't dress up in panties every chance he gets for no reason, but Ash had always thought of himself as straight, and had never directly desired a man. Now, with Ryan's big fat cock head in his mouth, slurping and gulping down his pre cum, he knew he couldn't look in the mirror ever again and claim to be 100% straight.

If there was one positive to this situation, it was that Ashley had always wondered what it would be like to taste another man's cum. He figured, it had to be coming soon, right? He guessed maybe he should focus on that, and work on Ryan's dick the way that he liked it when his wife worked on Ash's from time to time. So he did. He worked up and down the shaft. He reached down and cradled Ryan's heavy balls.

"Wow," he thought. "Look at those huge balls."

They were so hairy. They looked so full. Ashley couldn't help himself. He took the cock out of his mouth and put both hands on it to stroke it, and shoved his face into those big fat powerful balls. He breathed in Ryan's musky scent with adoration, recognizing it as the essence of the scent he had noticed earlier when the two were supposed to be buds playing video games together. Ryan was a giant of a man, and he had some muscles to speak of. He was objectively handsome too, but none of that really mattered. It was these powerful balls that were the source of Ryan's power.

Ashley suckled both of Ryan's balls in his mouth while stroking softly up and down Ryan's long shaft. Ryan moaned approval, allowing Ashley to experience him fully. Soon enough though, Ryan grabbed Ashley by the hair at the nape of the neck and took control. He put Ashley's mouth back on his cock head and began to move Ash's mouth up and down, controlling the movements entirely. Ash was frightened, but gave no indication. He knew what would happen if he did. Pushing much harder than Ash hoped he would, Ryan forced his cock head deep into the back of Ashley's throat. Ash gagged violently, and when he did, Ryan backed up just a smidge, allowing Ash to gain composure, and then back in he went. All that gagging produced thick saliva in the back of Ashley's throat. Quickly, Ashley went from timid first time cocksucker to a ragged sloppy mess.

All the while, Ryan became vocal, praising and encouraging and mocking and degrading Ashley.

"Awe, theres my baby girl.

"You're doing so good sweetheart.

"You look so fucking stupid with that cock in your throat, Ashley. I can't believe this whole time you've been a stupid, faggot cocksucker."

Ashley was going through a roller coaster of emotions. He couldn't believe this was happening to him. Something inside him that melted when Ryan said those sweet things to him. Something else entirely liked it the most when Ryan degraded him. The confusion was unbearable.

At some point his throat began to get tired and his jaw was in pain. He closed it a bit tighter for just a moment and his teeth rubbed against Ryans cock.