REVOLUTION: MY SEXY MALE WEDDING

PART 6: THE PHOTOSHOOT

Alexandra's photography studio was just two doors to the right of the stairs. It had big shop-front windows. There were some armchairs and a desk. A blonde, middle-aged male sat behind the desk. He was wearing the original itsy-bitsy, teenie-weenie, yellow polkadot bikini, (well the top half. His breasts were quite small but filled the bikini top nicely. Sally reached across the desk and squeezed a boob. "Nice! No implants."

The male smiled "Thank you, Miss. May I help you?"

"I'm Sally. This is Sweetie. We have an appointment with Alexandra."

"Ah yes. Miss Alexandra is just finishing off another shoot. She should only be a few minutes. Would you like some tea? Or you could fuck me if you'd like."

Sally considered the offer and said "Tea for me. Nothing for Sweetie."

The male stood up to make the tea. His genitals were completely enclosed in a steel globe.

Sally said "I'm glad I turned the fuck down now. I'd never get that off."

The male switched the kettle on. "Oh it's not locked, Miss. I can take it off to serve a Woman. That's part of my duties as receptionist. This is just to stop me playing with myself and getting erections without permission."

"Do you do that a lot?"

"Not anymore Miss. Milk and sugar?"

"Just milk. What does Alexandra call you?"

"Wanker, Miss."

"How did she get you, Wanker?"

"I was her husband, Miss. After I was feminised Miss Alexandra very kindly decided to keep me."

"Sweetie was my father. What do you think of that, Wanker?"

Wanker considered his response. He was obviously no more a brainless bimbo than I was. "I try not to think, Miss. My Wife says it's not good for me. But Miss Alexandra has told me I will serve our Daughters when she thinks the time is right. Here's your tea."

Sally took the tea. She did not say thank you. Sexy Males do not deserve words like 'please' and 'thank you'. We do as we're told and are content.

The telephone rang and Wanker answered it. Sally looked at his breasts and then at mine. "I like your tits better, Sweetie. You're so curvy that neat little ones like Wanker's wouldn't work."

Just then the door to the studio opened.

A very tall, statuesque brunette male of about 50 with ridiculously large silicone breasts came out. He was naked except for the brown leather dog collar around his neck. His exhausted penis hung limply. A Woman, also in her fifties, led him by a dog lead attached to the collar. Miss Alexandra followed them out.

"That was a lovely session, Doreen." She said to the Woman. "I have a friend on the Old Tarts editorial team. I'll send hubby's pics to her and see if they want him."

"Thank you so much, Alexandra. I'm sorry he couldn't keep it up any longer. It's his age."

"No worries, Doreen. If you take him through there you'll find the showers. Wanker will take your payment when you're ready."

Doreen and hubby left and Miss Alexandra turned to us. "Sally! You made it! Fabulous. I've sent Sweetie's initial pics to a few possibilities and had some favourable responses. I've so looked forward to getting my hands on this beauty."

"Well here he is."

Alexandra's hand went straight to my testicles. "Helloooo you gorgeous bitch! You look even hotter in the flesh."

She squeezed my testicles. Not too hard. Just enough to get me turned on. My penis began to push against the cage.

"Nice balls! How long can he stay erect, Sally?"

"Mmm, not sure. I usually get tired before he's had enough. But he served an awful lot of Women at our wedding and was still more than ready for me next morning."

Alexandra squeezed my bottom. "Oh-ho! We have a slut then. Excellent! Do you like being a slut, Sweetie?"

That might be a trick question to see how bright I am. I gave the dullard answer. "Miss Sally says all men are sluts. It's just some are hot sluts. Would you like me to be a hot slut, Miss Alexandra?"

She took my head in her hands and kissed me passionately. I responded as my Sexy Male body is programmed to and opened my mouth for her tongue.

Alexandra leered at me. "Oh you'll do." She put her hand inside my low cut dress and squeezed a breast. "Very nice. Very firm and 'natural' you say?"

"That's right. The Machine was very kind to him. These are his proper tits. Isn't he lucky?My poor old grandad had huge implants. But that's my Grandma all over. Doesn't do anything by halves. Do you want him to take the dress off?"

"Let's go into the studio first. I know we're up on the gallery level but the shop front is a bit too public. I don't want anyone spotting our new star model."

"Really? You think he's that good?" Sally asked as they led me into the studio.

"Oh yes. The thing is, all the Page 3 boys so far have been just that – boys. Nothing older than 20. And yes they're all very pretty and sexy but if we're going to fully embed our rule over them we have to show that ALL males are sex objects. Showing someone like Sweetie here who is middle-aged but still extremely fuckable is the way to go. If he poses as good as he looks, you and your Sister Wives could be very rich."

Alexandra shut the door and picked up a camera. "Can you get him to slide sensually out of his dress?"

"No need. Sweetie, obey Miss Alexandra as you would me." I curtsied and started to unzip the back of the dress.

"Thanks Sally. That makes it a lot easier. I didn't ask for control because some Women can be very possessive of their Sexy Males."

"Oh I'm not. I love watching him serve other Women. I spent most of our wedding reception watching him being used. And he loves it."

Alexandra started snapping pictures as I lowered my dress. "So it's okay if I...? After the photoshoot?"

"Of course. What's Wanker like?"

"Mmm? Oh he's okay if there's nothing else available but I prefer fucking the boys that come in to be the 'Next Page 3'. Most of them don't really have a chance. Everyone wants their son or boyfriend flashing his erection in a national newspaper so competition is fierce. But yours? Oh my my my. Your Dad here is flaming hot. Sweetie! Turn your arse to me baby. Now bend forward, legs apart so I can see your cock cage. Gorgeous."

"Is the cage alright?" asked Sally. "I know you'll want erections but I couldn't take him on the tram with a loose cock."

"I understand. We wouldn't want to risk this babe being arrested for being unrestrained. You'd never get him back if the police had him. Turn around darling. Let me see your tits. Cup them. Like a hand bra. Pout. Smile. Ooo, lovely smile. I can work with that. Oh babe! I'm glad you didn't put him in a bra, Sally. Just a note, if you want him to sunbathe, make sure he does it naked. Tan lines are 'SO last year' Haha!"

Alexandra took some more pictures then asked Sally to unlock my penis restraint.

Sally slipped the cage off and inspected me. "Oh that's good isn't it, Alex. No marks. I picked the loosest cock cage we had."

Alexandra lifted my scrotum. "And he's still not erect? Impressive control. If he'd got stiff it would have put a strain on the cage and left marks. We'll do a few with him dangling then some stiffy shots. How long does it take him to get erect?"

"Only a minute. I just say the word and 'BOING' he's ready."

The photographing continued. "I'm one of those odd Women, Sally, who actually like flaccid cocks. I love the way they swing. Though, of course, if he gets on to Page 3 he'll have to be erect. Can't have floppy dicks in The Victrix. Sweetie, frame your wedding tackle with your hands. Make a heart shape. Good boy. Lovely."

Alexandra picked up a different camera. "Does he have to any physical stimulation to get him erect?"

"Not at all. Dad's a complete slut. If I gave him permission he'd be erect all the time."

"What about getting back down again?"

"Same. Say the word and he's floppy. He doesn't like it but what he likes doesn't matter."

"Excellent. Total erectile control. That's what Women want. Okay Sweetie. I want you stand here with your hands behind your head, side on to me so I can get your profile. Arch your back a little to push your boobs forward. Now, get erect."

Without any conscious thought on my part, the erection began. Alexandra took a series of rapid fire pictures following my growing penis. "Oh my, my, my, Sweetie. I am SO going to enjoy riding that. Turn to face me. Keep your hands behind your head and your tits thrust out. Sensational. You are such a dirty old man! Every Woman in the country is going to want a piece of you. Now, wank for me, Sweetie. Play with your balls. Make it look like you're orgasming. But don't you dare come."

Sally said "He's very good at not orgasming but he has this lovely face he does when I actually DO let him come."

"That's good to know. Can you make that face for me, Sweetie?"

"I can try, Miss."

"Good slut. Lie down."

Still taking pictures, Miss Alexandra lowered herself onto my penis. "Oh Miss Alexandra. That feels so good."

"Yes it does, you beautiful whore." She handed the camera to Sally "Do you want to get some shots for the family album?"

"Thanks. Mum and Hayley will want copies too."

Alexandra looked down at me. "Does it bother you that your own daughter is taking pictures of me using you?"

"Oh no, Miss. If it makes Women happy, that's all that matters."

"Sally, with this face, body and attitude, your Dad isn't just going to be a Page 3 model. Play your cards right and he could be pornstar."

She looked down at me as she rode me. "So your wife and your daughter own you. Who's your third Owner?"

"Miss Hayley." I smiled.

"How does Hayley know you. Sweetie?"

"We used to work in the same office."

"Did you fancy her?"

"Oh yes Miss. She's amazing."

"Does your wife know you fancy Hayley?"

"Yes Miss. And she fancied me too. That's why Miss Sian asked Miss Hayley if she'd like to share me."

Sally explained. "Mum is Hayley's boss and could see that there was an attraction. So when it came down to picking Owners, Hayley and I were the obvious choices."

Miss Alexandra pumped harder. She was close to orgasm. "I share Wanker with my two sisters but I have so much fun here that they ride him much more than I do. Oooo. That's good. Sweetie, I'm about to orgasm. Can you pretend to orgasm too while Miss Sally takes your picture? Pretend I'm Miss Hayley."

"Yes Miss."

After both Women had used me to their satisfaction I was allowed to shower (where more photographs were taken) then given my slut dress to put back on. Sally locked my penis and we were ready to leave.

Alexandra said "I'l send you the link to the pictures when I've processed them. Share them with your Sister Wives but please don't publish them anywhere. The companies I'm hoping to sell these to only want professionally photographed originals. If they see Sweetie on the net they won't use them."

"Okay." said Sally "Any idea when we might hear from you?"

"Oh within a couple of weeks. The Victrix newspaper is already interested. They just want some pics to choose from and both "Fuckable Fathers" and "Double D Dads" will use him. It's just a matter of negotiating the best price."

"That's great. Thanks Alex. See you soon."

We carefully made our way down the steep stairs to the arcade's street level. It was late afternoon and school was out. There were lots of schoolgirls in and out of the shops laughing and shrieking at every Sexy Male they encountered. No school 'boys' of course. Since The Revolution males were to be given only the most basic of education. One of the Girls had a Sexy Male of her own in tow. He was much older than her, and from the family resemblance, I took him to be her father. She'd dressed him in a red and black animal print double push-up corset, stockings, black seriously high heels and nothing else. His breasts weren't particularly big but the pushups gave him a pleasing cleavage which was just visible over the shopping bags he was carrying. His genitals were locked as legally required but the Girl had made an interesting addition. She'd attached a dog lead to the genital cage which she used to drag him along from shop to shop. For a brief moment we made eye contact and he nodded, almost imperceptibly. Another 'bright one' perhaps? Or was I imagining it?

We grabbed a cuppa at the station buffet and caught the tram home. The week passed in a blur of shopping, sex and housework. Saturday dawned and it was time for me to move on to my third Wife/Owner, Hayley.

REVOLUTION: MY NEW MARRIED LIFE AS A SEXY MALE

PART 5: 1st week with Sally : Tuesday in the City

Central Station was a transport hub for trams, mainline trains, buses and taxis so it was big and very busy. There were Women rushing everywhere. Suddenly deposing every male politician, military officer, manager and any other male 'in charge' took a lot of reorganising and the city was where it was happening. There were some Sexy Males around, mostly carrying things for Women but they were all dressed for function rather than fashion in short skirts and blouses of various plain colours. All penises were locked up with standard issue black plastic cages.

I seemed to be almost the only man dressed to attract apart from a few prostitutes hanging around near the taxi rank. They were probably being punished for some error, real or imagined. Prostitution of Sexy Males was not only legal, it was actively encouraged. But most of it was done in the local government run brothels that even quite small communities were setting up. Street prostitution was allowed so long as the males didn't make a nuisance of themselves. It was not without risks and only the roughest, least attractive males did it. Any pretty ones were in danger of being kidnapped, which was also not illegal at that time, so long as no Woman was injured.

Abducting Sexy Males was made a crime soon after. A highly placed Woman lost her very pretty Hubby after leaving him outside a shop 'just for a minute'. Although she found him quickly, his abductors refused to give him back. Because no force had been used in the abduction, she had no legal right to claim him back. She had to pay some rough Girls to 'persuade' the Women that it was their civic duty to hand him over.

Well, we can't have the high and mighty inconvenienced in that way so the legal loophole was quickly fixed to state that you could do anything with any Sexy Male WITH HIS OWNER'S PERMISSION. But at the time that we were in the city, any unattended Sexy Male was still fair game. Which is why Sally led me by the hand through the station concourse and out into the street.

"Do not let go of my hand, Sweetie." she said. "You'll be safe if you're with me."

I nodded as males weren't allowed to speak in public. I wanted to ask where we were going and what Sally's appointment was for but I couldn't. Instead I kept my eyes on the pavement in front of me but risking just a few glances around to see how the city had changed since The Revolution. I'd worked in the city for a few years and visited it regularly so I wanted to see what the new regime was doing with it.

The buildings were the same, apart from the victory posters exhorting Women to use us without mercy. They seemed to be on every public building. Giant posters of locked penises and testicles were at every corner. The Revolution had been a bloodless coup so there had been no damage to the infrastructure. It was generally believed that some clever Women had rigged satellites around the world to broadcast a "Pacifying Wave" that took away men's will to fight and made them suggestible. Armies threw down their weapons. Wars that had dragged out for years stopped instantly. Closer to home, wife-beaters burst into tears, begging to punished. Rapists handed themselves in at police stations and politicians resigned en masse to make way for Women.

They didn't like to admit it, but Women were affected by the satellite wave too. How else could you explain the entire Female population of the world suddenly finding feminised men amazingly attractive? But that's what they did. I noticed all the adverts on the electronic billboards now featured pretty men flashing their testicles at the least excuse. How that was supposed to sell household bleach I couldn't imagine.

THE CAFE

Sally took us into one of the city's many shopping arcade. "I think we can have an early lunch before the appointment. Let's go in here."

It was a family-run Italian cafe that I'd been in many times over the years. Only there had been a change of management. Mama now ran the whole thing. Her sons had been turned into waitresses with long dark flowing hair. Their uniform (such as it was) barely covered the hygiene laws. Black high heels (of course), a tiny white apron that just about covered their genitals and made no attempt to hide their tanned firm young bums, all topped off with, well actually, nothing. Their perky young breasts were on proud display with black sticky tape crossed over their nipples. Not sure what that was for.

The man that founded the business, and everyone had always called Papa, stood behind the counter by the coffee machine. I knew he had to be in his fifties. Possibly older. Before The Revolution he'd been a short, balding, chubby chap with a greying moustache and a loud voice. Now he looked sensational. The rejuvenating properties of feminisation meant that an ageing man had become what Sally liked to call a 'DILF', which means "Dad I'd Like to F..." Papa had long black hair cascading over his huge breasts pushed into quivering mounds by the bodice of a very tight black and red corset. I was pretty sure they'd pop out if he bent forward. As you know, when a man is feminised the fat has to go somewhere and Mama had obviously opted for enormous boobs. A little too much makeup for my liking but I had to admit that the pillar box red lipstick suited his mediterranean colouring. He smiled genially as he made coffee for some Women. One Woman reached across and jiggled his breasts and he laughed. Mama smiled benevolently, satisfied with her busty hubby.

Marco, the youngest boy came to take our order. His breasts weren't like his father's. Instead they were fairly small and puffy. They weren't fully grown but had a promising shape. I was becoming quite the connoisseur of Sexy Male breasts. Sally gave him our order and squeezed his bum. He bobbed a curtsey, thanked her for the attention and wiggled off to the kitchen. Lots of the Women customers watched him go. Well, at least the ones who weren't looking at my legs did. I wasn't the only male sitting at a table. Three older men in tiny white tennis dresses sat with (I assume) their wives at a large table. They were all laughing and chatting away, although it was the Women doing the talking. The men smiled or laughed demurely, covering their mouths with their hands. If it wasn't for the collars and leads around the men's necks you could be forgiven for thinking it was a Ladies tennis club outing.

Sally told me that cafes were exempt the 'no talking in public' rule. "It's really only for the streets. But keep your voice down. There mustn't be even a hint that you are trying to dominate a conversation." She touched my hand "Not that you ever did, dad. You were very good at letting us speak first and last."

"Thank you, Sally. Would you like to tell me where we are going after this?"

She looked at me and put a finger to her mouth, thinking. "Mmm, okay. It might be a good idea to let you prepare yourself. Alexandra is a photographer. She's on the lookout for potential Page 3 models for the Victrix newspaper. She thinks you may have what it takes." She held up a hand. "It's okay. I've checked with Mum and Hayley. They both think it's a great idea."

I lowered my voice and leaned over to her. "Aren't I a bit old for that sort of thing?"

My daughter / wife shook her head in mock sadness. "That's such a male way of thinking. Yes, if you'd been a Woman before The Revolution you'd be twenty-five years too old to be a glamour model. But we Women don't think like that. Alexandra reckons there's a market for older Sexy Males getting their kit off. I mean, look at these waitresses. Yeah they're very pretty in a skinny, inexperienced kind of way but I'd much rather fuck the busty bloke by the coffee machine. We want to see older guys exposed, objectified and lusted over. These boys have little memory of being boys. They're easy to reprogram. Older guys need to be sexually humiliated to keep them in their new subservient state. They need to be constantly reminded that we run things now and they are just eye candy and sex toys.

"Now, here comes the food. Eat quietly and don't make a mess on your dress."

It was salad. Not a fan of salad but Sally said I had to watch my figure. We ate in silence. I concentrated on my coleslaw and tried to ignore the many Women who were looking at me. Eventually it started to bother Sally. She put down her knife and fork and stood up to address the room.

"Yes he is fucking gorgeous but he belongs to me, my Mum and a friend so NO you can't have him. Thank you for your attention, Sisters. Enjoy your meal."

Mama brought a bottle of wine over to our table. "Compliments of the house, Sister. I know what it is like. My boys are all beautiful and my fat slob husband is now is a what-you-call, a babe magnet. Everyone they want to jiggle his titties."

"Well they are very jiggly, Mama. You chose well."

(As his wife, Mama would have had final say over how the feminising Machine redistributed his body mass. She could have left him fat.)

"Thank you Sister." said Mama "So did you. I recognise your male. He used to bring you here from when you were a little girl. He is your father, yes? He is very attractive. Good boobies. Enjoy!"

Mama went back to the counter and Sally smiled "Did she mean 'enjoy your wine' or enjoy my dad's tits?"

I shrugged "Could be both."

After the meal, Sally went to the counter to pay while I used the loo. That's one advantage we still had. We could pee standing up. The urinals were still there but I noticed the cubicles for each loo had been removed and there were CCTV cameras pointing at them. Males were not allowed any privacy at any time.

Coming back from the loo, I had to pass by the side of the counter and saw the rest of Papa's outfit. His red and black corset had a tiny black lace skirt which only served to accentuate his fat but sexy bum. The suspenders of the corset held up the obligatory black stockings. In an apparent concession to his age, his shoes had fairly low heels. His manhood swung free but was covered by a small white apron, probably to protect it from coffee splashes. He gave me a smile and a cheery wave as I passed.

POSING IN PUBLIC

Sallie took my hand and led me out of the arcade. "It's not far now. Just a little sexy wiggle up the High Street and into the next arcade. When we get there keep your eyes down but try to stand up straight and push your tits out. I know that's tricky but see if you can do it."

I thought I'd try it as I walked. It was quite easy to do but not easy to keep doing. Although my memories were intact my brain had been partially rewritten by The Machine so I find it difficult not to get sidetracked. Case in point, we passed a shoe shop and I was transfixed by the display of pink stilettos – in my size! Sally had to drag me away.

We were now in the shopping area of the city and there were more males about, mostly carrying bags and boxes for their Women. Some were posing on the plinths. All statues of men had been removed and Women in Charge hadn't got around to replacing them yet so the locals posed their men in various rude, awkward, demeaning positions and photographed them. Sally wasn't interested in it but I wouldn't be surprised if I ended up posing for Hayley on one of the weeks she had use of me. The bimbo part of me quite liked the idea. Certainly the boys in the pretty dresses pretending to wank at their Mums' cameras seemed to be having a whale of a time. Their Mums were laughing and praising them for being 'good sluts'.

One of the Mums stopped Sally. "Excuse me, Sister. Could I borrow your hubby for just a moment?"

"Well, we have an appointment shortly."

"It won't take a moment. Just one picture. I promise. It just yours is the best looking Sexy Male I've seen all day and I want my boys to have a picture to sort of aspire to. Please? He's so pretty. And I just love the way you have his cock cage poking out through that hole in his dress."

"Thanks. Okay, but please be quick. We really do have an appointment."

Her boys were identical twins and were almost as tall as me. Their penises were held in leather sheaths with their testicles allowed to swing in the approved manner. They wore their brown hair in pigtails and had white blouses unbuttoned and knotted under their neat new breasts. Tiny tartan pleated skirts, white socks and black shoes finished off the ensembles. I vaguely remembered we used to call it the Brittany Spears look.

Their Mum got them to stand either side of me. "Put your arms around their waist. – What's his name?" she asked Sally.

"Sweetie." Sally replied.

"Boys! Put an arm each around Sweetie's waist."

The cheeky teens didn't put their arms around my waist. They put their hands up my dress and squeezed my bum! That tightened the pull of the dress on my genital cage, lifting my testicles. They looked up and grinned. One of them said "Nice big bollocks, mister."

Their Mum was still talking. "Now put your head against his boob. Hold your dicks up and SMILE!"

She took the picture and thanked Sally. I noticed Sally took a picture too.

Then Sally said "We have time for one more. Can I direct them?" Sally asked the Mum who said "Boys! Obey this Sister."

"Turn around boys. You too, Sweetie. Legs apart. Bend over and flip up your skirts. Boys, squeeze my dad's bum. Look over your shoulder and smile. Ready? CLICK!. Good boys. Stand up. Turn around."

Their Mum said "Is he really your father?"

"And hubby. Married him last Saturday. Lost count of how many times I've fucked him since."

The Mum grinned. "Yes. It's amazing to be able to just have them anytime, isn't it. I gave hubby away to the local brothel. He came out of The Machine quite plain and flat chested and I wasn't going to pay for the 'extras'. The brothel thinks they might pump his tits up a bit. And if they want to spend the money that's up to them. They said boob jobs are in investment. These two are more than enough for me and they're much prettier. They obviously take after me, boobs-wise."

Sally said "Yeah. I had a few their age when they femmed my school. Such energy! Well, nice talking to you but we have to go. Sweetie's auditioning to be a Page 3 model."

"Ooo! I'm sure he'll pass. I shall look out for him. Bye-eee!"

As we walked away Sally said "Mum and Hayley are bound to want copies. They looked so cute in their little skirts. Now come on. We don't want to be late."

We crossed the square and went into another shopping arcade. This one had offices above the shops reached by steep stairs and an upper walkway running the length of the arcade.

"You go up the steps first, Sweetie, so I can enjoy the view."

I heard a click behind me. "Are you taking up-skirt pics of me, Sally?"

"Of course. These stairs are so steep it would criminal not to. Keep going dad but pause at the top and bend forward. Ooo! Perfect."

On the upper walk way we stopped outside a photography studio. So now I knew for sure that Sally hadn't been joking. My daughter was turning me into a glamour model.

REVOLUTION: My New Married Life as a Sexy Male

PART 4: 1st week with Sally : Tuesday Morning Tram Ride

I woke to find Sally sucking my nipples. It was very pleasant so I stayed quiet for a while, enjoying the sight of my lovely red-haired daughter using my Sexy Male body. Eventually she looked up. I said "I don't think you'll get anything out of those, Sal."

"Could do, in the right circumstances. These tits of yours aren't implants, you know. They are properly grown female mammaries that will do anything that mine will. I heard of a couple who've just had a baby. The Sexy Male is feeding the baby with his boobs. It just needed a little tweak by The Machine."

Sally worked her way up my naked body and kissed my lips like a newly-wed. She was naked too. "Now that you're awake, dad. It's time for your early morning fuck. Get erect."

My penis began to rise. "How do you do that, Sally? I haven't even thought about it and it's rising?"

"Well, seeing as we have a minute while MY cock cranks up, I'll tell you. When the boys and teachers were being feminised, us Girls had a lecture on what goes on in The Machine. Apart from all the bodily, hormonal and mental changes, it also implants, for want of a better term, some 'commands' in your brain. The first one we call "Stiffy in a Jiffy". That means if any Woman that you perceive has charge over you tells you to get erect, your body reacts instantly. Similarly, if I told you the opposite (which I'm not going to because I want to use you) then you would instantly droop. That doesn't mean that a random Woman can get you erect in the street. You have to perceive the Woman has charge over you. But if I tell you to obey said random Woman, then 'Stiffy in a Jiffy' works for her too."

She glanced down at my growing member. "Nearly there. The other command is the 'No Orgasm' command. That is turned on by default. Only Mum, Hayley or I can over-ride that. So no matter what any Woman does to you, you CANNOT orgasm and thus ejaculate, without permission of whichever wife has you that day."

Sally perched herself over my erection and smiled down at me. "Which means there is no chance of making your own daughter pregnant because that would be icky. Now then my dirty slutty daddy husband. Repeat after me. 'Please fuck this dirty whore she-male cock.' Go on!"

"Oh Sally, they're such coarse words. Do I have to?"

"Yes you do. In two weeks you'll be working in the brothel where you will be expected to be a total and utter fuck-slut so you have to get used to it. Now say it."

I closed my eyes. "Please fuck this dirty whore she-male cock."

"That's a start. Now repeat the next line with your eyes looking pleadingly into mine. You know you want me to fuck you. Your entire Sexy Male body only lives to be used like this. So say it like you mean it. Ready? Repeat after me. 'Please Sally let me put this dirty whore cock into your beautiful Woman's cunt.' Come on, dad. It's for your own good."

I looked into my daughter's lovely eyes and said "Please Sally let me put this dirty whore cock into your beautiful Woman's cunt."

Sally smiled. "Very good, Sweetie! Here's your reward."

A wave of intense pleasure swept over me as she took my penis inside her.

She snuggled up to me. "I love it when you talk dirty, my whore hubby."

After I'd satisfied her (twice), Sally said she would make breakfast while I showered and washed my lovely long ginger hair. "But wrap it up in a towel and I'll brush it out after breakfast. Of you go!"

While I was drying myself I heard the phone ring. Obviously it wouldn't be for me but it might have been my first wife, Sian, (Sally's Mum) phoning to see how we're doing. Sian had gone to stay with her sister for a week to give Sally a clear run with me. Her sister had a husband and two teenage sons who'd all been feminised on the same day so she was glad of the help.

I wrapped a towel around my head and put on a bath robe. I sat at the table.

"What are you doing, Sweetie?" asked Sally.

"Breakfast?"

"I didn't say you could be dressed. Take the robe off."

"Oh, sorry. Old habits die hard." I stood up and draped the robe over the spare chair. My daughter took her time looking at my naked Sexy Male body with it's long shapely legs and firm Double D breasts. She made me turn around a few times and strike a few poses. Finally she said "That's better. You only wear clothes when I say you can. Eat your toast."

I did as I was told. Nice toast. I wanted to ask who was on the phone but I wasn't supposed to ask questions like that. I had to wait until my Wife decided to tell me what I needed to know. I finished my breakfast and looked at her expectantly.

"Wash the dishes, Sweetie, while I get the hair brush and hair dryer."

Sally dried and brushed my shoulder length red hair. "You used to do this for me, dad. Do you remember?"

"Certainly do. In fact, I could still do it for you, couldn't I?"

"Mmm! That would be nice. You could wear a sexy maid's outfit. Black, seamed stockings. Yummy! You know, I love your hair, dad. I'm so glad Mum gave you long hair like mine."

"How do you mean? I came out of The Machine like this."

"Yes but The Machine just showed Mum what you could have been like if you'd been lucky enough to have been born Female. She was then asked to make various tweaks."

"Like what?"

"Well, in your case it really was just the length of your hair, oh and the size of your feet. (Your old ones were huge.) But, as you know grandpa would have come out with an almost flat chest so Grandma had The Machine insert implants. It's quicker and cheaper than having them done by a surgeon later. And I've heard of other guys who were overweight going in. Their Women were asked where they wanted the excess to go."

"The excess?"

"Yep! The Machine only moves things around. It can't reduce or enlarge the body. If you're fat going in, you'll be fat coming out. It's just a matter of do you come out with ginormous knockers or a fat arse. I am so grateful that you came out 'naturally' gorgeous."

"Thank you, Sally."

"No, I mean it, dad. You were a nice but not fabulous man. I'm sure some girls fancied you but you never caused Women to swoon or anything, did you? Now, you stop traffic."

"Oh come on, Sal. I don't."

Sally finished the brushing and tied my hair back to a neat ponytail. "Well, we'll soon find out, my gorgeous Sweetie. We're going for a ride on a tram. Let's see how many Women leer at you."

"A tram ride? Where to?"

"Naughty naughty, dad. No questions. Put this on and find a handbag and some sexy but comfortable shoes."

Sally held up a canary yellow 'slut dress'. You know, thin material, stupidly short. Sleeveless. Low cut to show off the boobs with ovals cut out all over to expose even more flesh. Of course Women would be looking at me.

"Oh and those tits don't need a bra, either. The dress will give you what little support those beauties need. Don't want any strap marks today."

So, I found some nice yellow shoes with heels that weren't too tall and a handbag to match. I put everything on. The dress was not quite as 'mini' as I thought. The hemline was several centimetres below the tops of my legs. On the other hand it had a series of oval cutouts down the front. I presented myself to my Wife / Daughter for inspection.

"Oh don't you look just drop dead GORGEOUS! They're gonna love you. Now put these in your bag. A phone, in case we get separated. Your identity card. Makeup, hairbrush and tissues. And we put this around your neck."

It was a yellow kind of dog collar thing but with a small padlock. "This has Mum's, Hayley's and my contact details plus a little tracker so we'll be able to find you no matter what."

"I've got no intention of getting lost, Sal."

"Yes but there are bad Women out there who would love to have it away with a Sexy Male like you. Can't be too careful. Mum says you've hardly been out of the house since your feminisation. The world has changed a lot in six months. Stick close to me. Don't speak and don't make eye contact with any Woman. Got it?"

"Got it."

"Oops! One more thing."

She picked up a steel penis cage with a built in 'ball stretcher'. Her favourite kind. It prevented my penis from doing anything but peeing while stretching my testicles tightly. Then she pulled the whole thing through the lowest oval cutout in my dress. The hole was slightly too high so it lifted my testicles to prominence. This was obviously the effect she was looking for "Perfect. The Law says balls must be displayed! Them babes are defo displayed! Let's walk to the tram stop. It's only a kilometre away."

Sally opened the door and off we went.

It was another lovely summer's day. Sally was greeted by several neighbours wanting to have sex with me but she said "Sorry, can't stop. Got a tram to catch."

We walked as briskly as my heels would allow down the hill and in to town. I don't know why Sally was rushing. The trams into the city ran every few minutes. Our tram stop is the terminus for a line that runs down to the coast. The journey takes about an hour. There were only a few people waiting at the tram stop. I noticed I was the only Sexy Male. A little old lady with grey, permed hair came up to us. "Sally? Is that you, all grown up?"

"Sister Wilson! Hi! How have you been?"

"Oh, mustn't grumble. Who's this pretty thing?"

"This is Sweetie. He was my dad and now he's my hubby. Sweetie, this is Sister Wilson. She was my teacher in Junior School."

I smiled and curtsied, which is the approved way of greeting a Woman you don't know in public.

"You father? Oh my, my, my! You ARE a lucky girl. Do you have him all to yourself?"

"No. I share him with my Mum and another Woman. We have him for a week each. How about you?"

"Well, I never married but my neighbours are being very kind. Mrs Williams next door lets me have her hubby on a Friday when she goes to bingo. And Mrs Jones, opposite, has a hubby and two teenagers so I go over and give her a hand most days. You off to the big city today?"

"Yes. I have a meeting. Are you going shopping?"

"No. I'm just waiting for my friend. She's bringing her son up on the tram for me to see. He's been a bit difficult and she thought with me being a teacher, I might be able to instil some discipline in him."

"Oh dear. What kind of difficulties?"

Sister Wilson leaned in close to Sally and lowered her voice. "Unauthorised erections. Can't keep his hands off his meat and two veg. Can't have that."

"No indeed. Oh, here's the tram. Lovely talking to you Sister Wilson. Best of luck with the boy."

The driverless electric tram pulled in and Sister Wilson went off to meet her friend. Sally murmured to me. "That's interesting. You're not the only one, Sweetie. Feminising isn't as perfect as they're trying to make out."

Trams have seats facing the direction of travel or the reverse but also have a few near the doors that face inwards. Sally sat me on one of those. I was at the end where it butts against the back of the rear facing seats, ensuring that no one could sit next to me. Sally sat on my right. Sally said it was to prevent unauthorised molesting of me by other Women. I'd wanted to sit on the ordinary seats so I could look out of the window. I'd made the journey many times over the years, but never wearing a dress with my testicles on show. I knew the route well and wanted to see what changes had happened along it since The Revolution. But it was not to be. As our seats faced into the carriage I had to keep my eyes on the floor to avoid accidentally making eye contact with a Woman.

Two young girls jumped on just before the tram pulled away. They collapsed, breathless and laughing in the seats opposite us. They noticed me quite quickly. Well, I was the only man in the carriage, I was wearing a dress and my bright red stretched testicles were glaring at them. They nudged each other, pointed, whispered and giggled, like young teenage girls have always done.

One hissed "Go on, Donna. Ask her."

"No you ask her, Elaine."

"Ask her what?" asked Sally.

Donna pointed at my straining testicles. "Does that hurt, Sister?"

Sally shrugged "Does it matter? He's only a Sexy Male."

Elaine said "Well, yeah, o'course, but there's no need to hurt them, is there? My dad's gonna be femmed next week but we don't want to hurt him."

Sally stroked my testicles. "Well, this is my dad, who I don't want to hurt either, and I can tell you that ball stretching is a bit uncomfortable at first but they get used to it. In fact Sweetie quite likes it."

Donna nudged Elaine. "See? I told you it was her dad. You can see the family resemblance. Do they all come out of The Machine pretty like him, Sister? Only our dads are sort of ordinary and we're wondering what we'll get."

Elaine said "Yeah, we like our dads. We don't want our Mams chucking them out coz they're ugly."

"Well, that sort of depends on your Mams' choices. The Machine scans them and just works out what they'd've looked like if they'd been born like us. But your Mams can make some decisions. Are your dads fat?"

Elaine said "No, he used to play football. He's fit, but not pretty. I mean, not bad lookin' but I can't think of him pretty like yours."

Donna frowned "Mine's got a beer gut and a fat arse. It dun't look good for him."

"Don't worry, Donna. Your Mam can get the beer belly and fat bum transformed into curves and boobs. I mean look at these boobs. My dad was fairly slim and fit so we were lucky that his 'natural' boobs were so nice but if he'd been fatter we could have had the fat moved up to give him big knockers or down to give him a fashionable bubble butt."

Donna grinned wickedly. "Ooo, I'd love to see my dad with hooters! Woo-woo! I'll ask Mam to get him huuuuge ones. Haha!"

Both Girls looked at my testicles. Sally said "Give 'em a squeeze, if you like."

"Could we, Sister?" said Elaine "Only our Mams haven't let us play with our dads yet. They want us to wait until they're feminised."

Sally nodded. "That's probably for the best, Girls. When they become Sexy Males it'll be your obligation to use them mercilessly for sex so their subservience is imprinted on them. Messing with them while they're still just male could confuse the issue."

Elaine grunted "Yeah, I suppose. I can't wait to play with dad's goolies. So can I..?"

"Go ahead."

Elaine stood in front of me. I opened my legs so she could get in closer. Her small hands clutched my testicles and squeezed gently. A wave of pleasure swept over me.

Donna said "LOOK! He's blushing! He likes it. Squeeze a bit harder, 'Laine."

"Is that okay, Sister?"

"Yes. Just don't go mad. We intend to breed him sometime."

That was news to me!

Elaine was shocked. "You're gonna have your dad's baby? Eww!"

"No! Not me. A world of 'eww'. But some of my friends are considering it, when they're ready. C'mon Donna. You can have a squeeze too."

"If it's alright with you, Sister, I'd rather squeeze his boobies."

"Oh he likes THAT! Pull your dress down and show the Girls your tits, dad."

"Ooo!" cried Donna "He's doing it! This is so COOL!"

Sally was right. I DO like like having my breasts squeezed. In fact, I love getting them out for Women to see because they're so pretty. Since The Revolution, there's no law against 'Indecent Exposure' for Sexy Males so no one was going to stop Donna and Elaine having a really good look. Several other passengers turned around for a good gawp too.

I unzipped the back of my dress, slipped the straps down and cupped my breasts for their pleasure. Donna hesitated, then placed her small pudgy hands on my breasts. "Oh Sister! They're beautiful. If my dad gets titties half as nice as these, I'll be playing with them all day. Here, 'Laine. Cop a feel of these baps."

I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the feeling of being handled by Girls. It certainly beat looking out the window of the tram any day.

Sally moved me along the seat so Elaine and Donna could sit either side of me. They had a rare old time feeling me up. Sally drew the line at unlocking my penis but the Girls squeezed and poke around the rest of me until the tram came to their stop and they reluctantly left me. Still, I got a nice little kiss on the lips from each of them. Such nice young Girls. Their fathers were very lucky to have them.

A few more stops and we arrived in the city. What was this meeting Sally was taking me to, I wondered.

REVOLUTION: My New Married Life as a Sexy Male

PART 3: 1st week with Sally : Monday

I woke up, naked, in my own bed, lying next to my beautiful, sleeping Wife. But she wasn't Sian, the Wife I'd been married to for 20 years, or my 3rd Wife, Hayley, the former work colleague I'd married yesterday. The beautiful redhead lying there, who looked so much like a young version of me, was our daughter Sally, now officially my 2nd Wife since yesterday. But don't get the idea that I have 3 Wives. It's much more that three Wives have me. I'm Ken, by the way, a 46 year old father of one but don't call me that. Male names and titles are now illegal. Everyone calls me Sweetie, except for Sally, who likes to call me dad when she's using me for sex.

As I woke I absently scratched my jaw, sleepily expecting a beard. My jaw was perfectly smooth. Then I remembered that I hadn't shaved for 4 weeks and would never have to shave ever again, not even my legs. A month ago I had been feminised by "The Machine". It scanned my DNA, worked out what my body would be like if I had been – sorry, I mean "lucky enough to have been" born female. Then it rewrote my body and brain to make me (almost) female.

I looked under the bed sheets. My penis and testicles were still there, in perfect working order and not locked in a genital cage. Which was a bonus. I'm normally locked except when being used. Male genitals were, in the view of "The Women" who now ran the world, a necessary evil, needed to ensure the continuation of the species through procreation and to give Women in general an endless source of sexual pleasure. There were no more 'men' (or at least there wouldn't be once all males had been 'femmed'). There were now only 'Sexy Males' like me.

But unlike most men who had gone through The Machine, I had retained my memories and intelligence. This made me dangerous so I had to be intensively trained, you could say brainwashed, into becoming a good, obedient, docile Sexy Male. Which is why yesterday I was given to 2 more Wives, Hayley and Sally, to use me for sex. The idea being that if I only spent 1 week in 4 with my original Wife I would stop thinking of myself as a husband. If I spent a week being used as a sex toy by my daughter, then I would stop thinking of myself as a father. And being used by a former colleague (or, indeed colleagues plural) at the office where I used to work would further demean me and imprint my status as a sex object. The third week I was not looking forward to. Although I would be living with Sian and Sally in their house (not mine anymore) I would be doing shifts as a prostitute in the local brothel. If that didn't make me think like a Sexy Male, nothing would.

I slipped out of bed and padded quietly to the bathroom to shower. I couldn't resist a good look at myself in the bathroom mirror before the steam from the shower fogged it. Medium height for a man, I had wavy naturally red hair that fell to just below my shoulders. I had long shapely legs that I'd apparently inherited from my dad (now known as Sex Bomb) who'd been femmed a month before me. My Mum's the Mayor so she arranged for dad to be first in line when the feminisation programme started "to set an example". I, being merely a very junior office worker, waited my turn.

I looked over my shoulder at my bum in the mirror. All my Wives agree I have a very cute bottom and I have near perfect Double D breasts that I could look at all day. But no time for that. I had to shower, put on my makeup and make breakfast for Sally.

My hair still felt good from yesterday and I didn't want to take a lot of time drying it so I bunched it up under a shower cap and turned the shower on. This was my favourite moment of any day. As a Sexy Male, I'm constantly monitored, either by my Wives or other Women. We have absolutely no privacy. So showering before Sally woke up was the best chance I had to explore my new feminised body. I started soaping my legs. Up to a month ago they had been proper masculine hairy legs, fit but a bit chunky around the thighs. Now they were as smooth and shapely as an Woman. My bottom was smooth and beautifully rounded. Before The Revolution I would happily have watched a bum like mine wiggle down the street in tight jeans. Shame I wouldn't be allowed to wear jeans. Strictly skirts and dresses in public for men now and no knickers. No shorts, jeans or trousers. Nothing to impede access to the family jewels.

I washed my genitals and my penis started to stiffen. "Oh no you don't." I said "You're not mine to play with anymore. You belong to Sian, Sallie and Hayley."

I said that to try to avoid getting an erection because I thought Sallie would want me in the next hour or so, but really I was beginning to believe it.

Then I got to my favourite bit of my new body. My breasts. They looked perfect to me. Firmer than Sian's, smaller then Hayley's but bigger than Sally's. I cleaned them carefully, enjoying how they felt under my hands. I felt so lucky to be hubby to three wonderful Women who really seemed to care for me. It was a good thing that most men came out of The Machine with little memory or brainpower considering the use that so many of them have been put to. Female relatives could claim ownership of them if they wished. Unclaimed, or rejected Sexy Males were assessed. The fertile and pretty ones were assigned to the breeding programme or the municipal brothels. The rest were put to menial work. There were a lot of cases of Women throwing their old husbands out without a second thought. So I was humbly grateful that Sian kept me on. Mind you, I came out of that Machine looking like the kind of Woman I'd always fancied so I was fairly sure she'd keep me – providing I could learn to be a good Sexy Male.

I dried myself and brushed out my long ginger hair. Now, what to wear? Over the past month, Sian had established some routines for me to reinforce my 'Sexy Maleness". One of those was that I should stay naked each morning until she decided what I would wear. I would never choose my own clothes. But Sian wasn't here and Sally hadn't left me any instructions before she fell asleep, exhausted with using me, on our wedding night. But I knew what she would like.

I had a wardrobe of clothes in the spare room. Sian had put it there in case she brought another Sexy Male home. She hadn't done that yet but it was only a matter of time. When she first told me, I was hurt and offended. But she explained (again) that she loved me but males are only sex objects and it is her duty to Womankind to use as many as she wishes. Therefore, I would have to get used to it because that's how Women treat their husbands now. The bimbo part of my brain told me she was right of course. So, anyway, second wardrobe in spare room. Off we go.

I found some lovely dark brown stockings and a black bra and suspenders set to go with them then went digging through the shoe cupboard for a pair of black shiny stilettos that I was sure Sally would love. I know I complain about high heels but I have to learn. So I put them all on and checked myself in the long mirror. High heels really did make my legs look sleeker and sexier.

It's difficult not to make a noise in stilettos so I carried them until I got to the kitchen where I put on my maid's pinny and made myself some toast and a pot of tea. I ate that while Sally's toast was, well, toasting.

There was a wolf-whistle behind me. Sally was obviously awake and looking at my bum. "Daddy darling! You dirty slut. Stockings and suzzies at this hour. What were you thinking?"

She came up behind me and slipped her hands over my bra. She snuggled in to my back. "And a pinny? Really?"

"Your Mother said that if I was preparing food I had to cover the family jewels. Hygiene, you know."

Her hands slid down to squeeze my bare bottom. "Fair enough. But only when you're preparing or eating food. I don't like it when you cover MY cock. I want to see it so I can grab it." She grabbed it. "Oh! My cock is not locked, dad. Why is that?"

The toaster pinged and I buttered the toast while my Daughter / Wife played with 'her' penis. "Well," I said "I think it's something to do with both of us falling asleep exhausted after all the sex we had yesterday."

She kissed my neck. "Yes, that would explain it. Mum was right. You are a really good fuck. It's a shame she kept you all to herself all these years. I would've liked you to have been my first."

I finished putting marmalade on the toast and put on a plate. "I'm sorry I wasn't your first, Sal but you can't complain about Mum keeping me to herself after yesterday."

"How many Women fucked you, dad?"

"No idea. Really wasn't counting after you and Hayley. I'm pretty sure some had me twice. I know Hayley did."

"I like Hayley. She's going to be so good for you dad."

Sally went to pick up her toast and, purely on reflex, I said "Wash your hands."

Sally sighed like a teenager. But instead of washing her hands she said "Stand there."

"What?"

"Stand there! Don't make me say it again. Now put your hands on the worktop. Good. Now spread your legs. Wider. Arse out a bit more. Hold still"

Her slim fingers encircled my low hanging fruit. Then she tugged! HARD!

"Owwww! Let go of my testicles! Please?"

Calmly, and without malice, Sally said. "It pains me to do this dad. You never hurt me growing up but I have to teach you your place and pain is one of the few things Sexy Male brains register. Never EVER tell me to do anything ever again. I am your Wife which means I am in charge of you. If I want to I can tie you naked to the post in the Town Square and let the Women of the town have their fun with you. But I won't, IF you are a good Sexy Male husband. So what do you say?"

"I'm sorry, Sally. I've only been like this a month. I've been your father all your life. I wasn't thinking."

She tugged again. "You're not supposed to think. Your not supposed to be ABLE to think. If The Women catch you thinking they will take you from us. You must be a bimbo, dad."

"I understand, Sally. I will try harder. Please let go of my testicles."

Another tug. "Whose testicles?"

"Please let go of YOUR testicles."

She let go."That's better. Stand up straight and turn around."

I did so. She pulled my head down and kissed me like a Wife. "I love you, Sweetie. But you have to be a good Sexy Male."

I kissed her. "I am truly sorry, Sally. Only a month ago I was just a man and..."

"You remember before The Revolution. I know. But it has to be a secret."

She squeezed my bum. "Now go and do your housework. I have calls to make. Got to find work now I've finished school. Oh, and take off the pinny. I want MY cock and balls to be displayed."

I took off my pinny and hung it up. She looked me over approvingly. "That's much better." and sent me off to do my housework with another pat on my bottom. I noticed she washed her hands before eating because Sally is a good Girl.

I busied myself sorting out the washing and ironing. I went out the back garden (still in my undies) to hang out the washing. Old Mrs Turner, our neighbour for twenty years, leaned on the fence. "Morning Ken! Sorry, I mean Sweetie. Someone's looking fab considering he was shagged by so many Women last night."

I nodded and smiled and said nothing.

"It's okay, babes. You can talk. Back gardens count as private. How are you this morning? I bet you're willy's aching. You kept it up for more than THREE HOURS yesterday. My Bert, may he rest in peace, could never last longer than ten minutes. I shagged you for fifteen minutes before Maisie Jones said it was her turn and 'did I know there was a queue'. Aww, you don't remember do you? Not surprised. No one knows how many Women shagged you but it was blummin lot. Who's looking after you today?"

Mrs T paused. Looks like she really wanted an answer. "Sally has me all week."

"Aww that's nice. Sally's such a lovely Girl. I'm sure she's treating you well. You being her dad and all. I never had children but it must be a bit strange for her having sex with her own dad, even he looks as fab as you. I can't imagine my Bert with knockers, at least not ones as nice as yours. Your dad has strange ones, dun't he? Like two halves of a football. Not soft and squeezy like yours. I had him too, and Mrs Williams' boy but they weren't as good as you. Sian said you were a good shag. I hope I get a chance to shag you again sometime. It gets expensive having to go to the brothel all the time but it's my 'Duty to Demean', as they say. Well, I must get on. Nice talking to you, Sweetie."

I finished pegging out the washing and went back inside.

At about 11 I made a pot of tea and brought it in to the study where Sally was in a video call with a Woman of about my age. I thought I could just put the cup down on Sally's desk and slip back out but the Woman spotted me.

"Who's that Sally?"

"This is Sweetie. Say hello to Alexandra, Sweetie."

"Hello Alexandra."

"Is he your brother, Sally? He looks just like you."

"No, he's my dad."

"Really? How old is he?"

"Forty-six."

"Wow! I wouldn't have thought he was more than thirty-five. I can see he has a nice cock. How big is it erect?

Sally told her she hadn't measured me but it looks about 20cm and she replied "Very satisfying I should think. What are his tits like?"

Without taking her eyes from the screen, Sally said to me. "Take your bra off, Sweetie. Show Alexandra your tits."

I slipped my bra off with practised ease and stood, hands on hips, turning a little from side to side for the Woman to see. Alexandra seemed pleased and told me to hold my breasts, lean forward and pout. 'Like a model' I thought. So that's what I did.

"Show me your arse, Sweetie." Alexandra said "And bend over. Push your cock through your legs. Look over your shoulder at me and smile. Oooo Sally! You ARE a lucky Girl! Very naughty and nice. Mmmm! But I'm getting sidetracked. We need to crack on."

Sally said "You may go, Sweetie. Make lunch for twelve o'clock. We're going shopping this afternoon. And put your bra back on before you go in the garden. I don't want Mrs Turner getting any ideas."

"Too late." I thought but said nothing and curtsied, like Sian taught me. "Yes Sally."

As I left the room I heard Alexandra say "He seems very well trained. Anyway, I think that thing we were talking about might just fly..."

We had lunch in the kitchen. Nothing fancy. Just sandwiches, cake and tea.

Sally looked across at me. I was in just my black undies. She wore jeans and a "Women Rule" t-shirt. "So, daddy dear. You've been a she-male for a month and it wasn't until last night that any Woman other than Mum fucked you. What has she been doing with you?"

I sipped my tea. "Taught me how to look after my lovely long hair. How to do my makeup. How to behave in the presence of Women. How to behave when not in the presence of Women."

"How do you do that?"

"I behave exactly as if I were in the presence of a Woman because I must assume I am being watched."

"That's all for four weeks' work?"

"Oh no. We made a start on me walking in high heels, which I'm having a lot of trouble with because these beauties make me top heavy. But mostly we had sex. Far more sex than I ever thought humanly possible. Many times a day."

Sally smiled. "I don't suppose she videoed any of it. I like to watch Sexy Males being fucked. What ways did she fuck you? And stop wincing every time I say 'fuck', dad. That's what it's called now. No more pussy-footing around with euphemisms. I fuck your cock. You have tits and an arse. Get used to it. Now tell me about the fucking. Was it the same as before?"

"Quite the opposite. When I was just a man we would make love. That is not a euphemism. I have loved your Mum, and only your Mum, for more than twenty years. It wasn't mere sex. But anyway. Back then, it was nearly always me who initiated it. And we weren't very adventurous. Warm and loving but not in any way kinky. So when I was 'transformed', let us say, your Mother decided we had to try everything and no matter what, I was not allowed to refuse. And I was never allowed to orgasm. She told me I shouldn't need to. Her attention should be enough for me."

"Quite right too. Did she ever tie you up?"

"Er yes, a few times. Why do ask?"

"No reason. Just checking how experienced you are. Has she ass-fucked you?"

"Oh yes." I shifted uncomfortably in my seat.

"Tell me the truth, dad. When Mum was pounding your arse with a strap-on, were you enjoying it?"

"Of course."

"Really?"

"Well, sort of. The bimbo in me loved it. The man hated the indignity of it. Sal, I may still have a brain but I'm also a Sexy Male. My male brain is revolted by some of the things done to me that I have to put up with. (Especially some of the things that I have to put up my bottom.) But my she-male body continually craves female attention and gives me huge waves of pleasure when it gets it. That's why I went all last night without orgasming once. Your Mum was right. I don't need to orgasm anymore, although I think I would still like to, given a chance. My body is programmed to be thrilled by ANY attention from a Woman, no matter how horrible she may be or how disgusting the sex act."

Sally touched my hand. "It must be so difficult. Grampa is having the time of his life as Sex Bomb and you are revolted by us, by me."

"What? No! A thousand no's. Not you, Sallie. Just some of the many Women who rode me last night. No, no. You are wonderful. When you took me last night at the reception it was the best thing that had happened to me since my femming. Sally, my sweet Girl, just a smile from you is better than any orgasm. But then, it always was. Truly."

Sally put her cup down. "You always were a big softy, dad. But you've always liked Women and you've always treated us as people. Hayley said all the Girls liked you in the office because you respected them. She said she can't remember you ever even making a sexist remark. What are you smiling at?"

"That's because although Hayley is one of my favourite people she is also a bit scary. I would never have dared say anything out of line. Especially with Hayley."

"And yet you married her."

"Didn't have a choice. Your Mum picked her. No idea why."

"Mum said it was because she knew you fancied Hayley. You forget, you all worked in the same office before Mum got promoted. She noticed things."

"Hang about. I was never ever unfaithful to your Mum."

"But?"

"But, as you say, I like Women. I've always preferred their company, especially funny, carefree Women like Hayley. We could have a laugh in a job without laughs."

"Exactly! You naturally relate to Women. I've spoken to several Women who fucked you last night and they were all full of praise for how good you were. How responsive and obedient you were and how 'nice'. A word I didn't expect to hear about a Sexy Male being gang-banged. Some noticed that you talk but actually many Sexy Males do, even if it's just to ask for a new pair of shoes. In fact, some Women, like Alexandra, who I was talking to this morning? Her. Some Women actively seek out Sexy Males with a certain level of vocabulary. It's like before The Revolution, some men were happy with stupid bimbos while others wanted a Woman they could talk to – as well as fuck.

"So you talking's not a problem. But you need to learn to play the stupid bimbo in public. You can't appear to be a threat to the new order. But we're getting there. It seems to me that, as long as we can teach you to keep your mouth shut, we should have no trouble in persuading The Women in Charge that you're a good little Sex Object."

"I don't want to be taken away, Sal. I will do my very best to be your Sexy Male."

Sally stood up. "And on that note. Bedroom. You. Naked. Erect. NOW!"

We walked together to the bedroom with Sally's hand firmly on my bottom.

"Was 20cms about right?" she asked.

"There's a ruler in the desk. I can get it if you like."

"Later. Fucks first."

"Fucks plural?"

"Uh-huh. I want to see how many orgasms you can give me in an hour. Or maybe two."

We never did get to do the shopping on the first day of my new married life as a Sexy Male.

PART 2 : THE RECEPTION

The reception was in the Castle Hotel, opposite my old office and just around the corner from the wedding chapel. It was a lovely summer's day so we walked in procession up the High Street then down Castle Street. We were at the head of the parade, my three Wives leading me with ribbons attached to my genitals and breasts. I was so glad that I was allowed to wear low heels rather than the ridiculous 'stripper' heels that the men behind me were hobbling on. Some of them were like Bambi on ice. None of us had been feminised for more than a few months (I was only on week 4 myself) so walking was tricky for all of us. Suddenly having breasts changes your centre of gravity. Putting a man who's never worn them into high heels is a recipe for disaster.

The streets were crowded with well-wishers, tourists and the merely curious. We were one of the first multi-Wife weddings since The Revolution so interest was high. And because my Mum was the Mayor we even had local television and press coverage. So the short route from wedding chapel to the reception was lined with Women waving the new Women's World flags and semi-naked Sexy Males looking confused or posing for the cameras or both. 'Confused' was a very popular 'look' for feminised men back then.

My Wives waved to the onlookers. I of course, kept my eyes down demurely, holding my bridal bouquet just below my breasts. Though how you can be demure with your brand new double dees popping out of a white lace basque and a ribbon around your wedding tackle, I just couldn't fathom. I felt a bit like a fairytale Princess and a bit like a condemned man. But mostly a Princess. It was my long naturally wavy red hair flowing in the warm summer breeze that clinched it. Yes, definitely more like a Princess.

Sian (my original Wife whose idea this multiple marriage was) had arranged a room for us at the hotel so I could change before the wedding meal. Hayley had hired a long, pink, slinky glittery dress for me. The sort of thing Shirley Bassey wore back in the day but even sluttier. It had a tie up halter neck with no back and a very low cut front that meant I could not possibly wear a bra of any description, or indeed any underwear at all. (I'm sure that was deliberate on Hayley's part.) But that was okay. The Machine had given me beautiful firm DD breasts and I was quietly proud of them. To conform with the official "Dicks To Be Displayed" guidelines the dress had been given a central slit from the floor length hem right up to what Hayley (my third Wife) called my "wedding vegetables". The back was very low cut as well but also had an oval cut out to show my bum cleavage and silver coloured anal plug. My daughter (and second Wife) Sally patted my bottom and commented. "You haven't got a builder's bum, dad, but you're definitely showing some super sexy bum cleavage. I love it."

Sian said "Please don't call him dad in public, Sally. He's Sweetie now."

"I know Mum but the fact that my dad is a gorgeous feminised Sexy Male with great tits and bum AND I've just married him is something I never imagined until The Revolution so it takes a bit of processing. Besides it's a heck of a buzz calling this beautiful bitch 'dad'."

Sian arranged my hair over my bare shoulders. "I understand, but just be careful in public. They's not allowed to keep their old names or titles."

"Gotcha! Oh wait, is that why Grandma is calling Grampa 'Sex Bomb?'

Her Mum laughed "That and the fact that he IS a Sex Bomb. You simply must fuck him now you're home, Sally."

My daughter said nothing but Hayley, who was just adjusting the dress so the top of the front slit settled behind my genital jewellery, asked. "How old is this Sex Bomb bloke?"

"Sixty Six." said Sian "but, you saw him at the wedding. He's fantastic for his age."

Hayley mused "Never had an old fuck. Can I have a go with him sometime?"

"Ask the Mayor. I'm sure she'll let you. He came out of The Machine with such a strong sex drive that she can't keep up with him. She's lending him out to anyone who asks. I think he's been had by every Woman in Madely Gardens. You want to get in there before he gets worn out, Sally."

Sally adjusted the dress a little around my breasts. "I'm not sure I want to shag Grampa."

Sian said "You're not having second thoughts about fucking your dad, are you? Because you're entitled to use any Sexy Male you're related to."

My daughter gave my breasts a playful squeeze and smiled wickedly up at me. "Don't worry about me fucking my dad. I've been looking forward to that since The Revolution. I showed my school friends the pictures you sent me of him in the babydoll nightie and the fishnet stockings and they all agreed they'd fuck him in a heartbeat. In fact a few of them want to come and visit now school is out. No, it's not the fucking that's the problem. I'm not a virgin, you know. I was Head Girl at school. That gave me first choice with the teachers and boys when they came out of The Machine. It's just, well, Grampa is MY Grampa. He was a nice kind man. A bit shy but soft and silly when you got to know him but never what you could call sexy."

Her Mum says "Well, he's definitely sexy now. Sex Bomb is very popular."

Hayley pulled the knot at the back of my neck a little tighter. "Just to squash your tits a little and make them look more rounded, Sweetie. Your dad's pornstar tits would look great with this type of neckline but if we just squish your baps down just a little like this and... there! Fan-fuckin-tastic!"

Hayley stepped back and turned to Sally. "Tell you what you do, Sal. When the dancing starts, wait for a slow one then grab your Grampa. Dance with the Sex Bomb. Put your head between his tits. Feel him up a bit. See how he responds. If you're liking how he feels get your Gran to unlock his cock. Then decide. We are in total control now but that don't mean you have to fuck every Sexy Male you see. You fuck who you fucking want, kid and don't fuck any that you fucking don't."

She looked me over and was satisfied with her work."Though what Woman in her right mind would not want to fuck OUR bitch seven ways to Sunday?" Hayley tweaked my breasts just one more time (coz she could) and smiled at me. "I mean, 'husband', looking like that, every Woman in the wedding reception would fuck you senseless in the middle of the floor if we let them. And we might, mightn't we, Sian?"

Sian said "Too right, Hayley. You two fuck him first. After that he's fair game for any guest who's interested. It's tradition, or at least it will be by the end of the year. Especially as we'll be in the newspaper."

Sally smiled "Hey dad, maybe you'll be on Page 3! I hear they've revived it for Sexy Males."

Sian said "When your dad and I started working at the office there were still a few Page 3 type pinups of Girls on the walls. Nothing hardcore. Just showing their boobs and smiling like good little sex objects. We soon put a stop to that."

Hayley laughed "And now we're putting them back up but this time they're of Sexy Males showing their tits and dicks. Much better."

Sally pulled my dress down a bit at the back. "You'd make a good Page 3 model, dad. You have the look and the pretty face."

"And the hair and sexy bum." said Sian.

"And the cock and tits." said Hayley.

We made a grand entrance. The Mistress of Ceremonies announced us as "Sian, Sally, Hayley and their sexy husband". Sally took my hand (there's a novelty) and led me in, followed by Sian and Hayley. Sally walked me proudly around the room so everyone could get a good look, then seated me at the top table. Hayley sat on my left and Sian next to her. Sally sat on my right. Next to her was my dad in his purple skirt-suit with three blouse buttons undone to show his impressive cleavage, and then my Mum the Mayor in the same outfit but with a longer skirt and less cleavage. Other relatives and friends were dotted around the room on other tables. I recognised most of them but in a wedding there's always some you've never met from the 'other' side.

The wedding meal was pretty much like all the wedding meals I've ever been to, except it was the men who were eating as little as possible. Dithering over whether to have dessert or not. Watching their weight. Even the dimmest bulbs knew they had to stay pretty and sexy for their Women or they'd be packed off to the brothel permanently in very short order, I can tell you. The Women were all dressed up in their best party / wedding clothes. The men, or Sexy Males I should say, wore bras and suspender belts or basques of various colours. A few of the teenage boys wore thin, practically see-through dresses that showed off every slim curve. Some wore lurex boob tubes over breasts so small they had to keep pulling their tops up, much to the amusement of the Girls. I found the boys disturbingly attractive. I'm straight as they come. Never looked at other men or pretty boys. But since my feminisation practically everyone arouses me. My penis was pushing irritably against it's restraint demanding that I have sex with someone, anyone. I gazed longingly at this stunningly curvy, brown haired lad in a low-cut, tight red minidress and no underwear. I thought 'that boy needs a good bra. He's got too much up top. They need support or they'll be down around his ankles by the time he's my age.'

Then I recognised him as my second cousin, Maureen's lad, who played rugby for the school and had been on course to be picked for the national side until all male games were banned. The Machine had turned the beefy prop-forward into a curvaceous creature that I wanted to - to - to bugger! Where did that thought come from? My penis pushed against its cruel cage but to no avail.

Every last one of us Sexy Males had our penises locked in metal or plastic cages. Hayley explained that it was all very well telling Women that they could 'fuck' (her word, not mine) any Sexy Male they liked but that didn't mean any Woman could take YOUR Sexy Male without asking first. So in party situations like this penises were secured against irregular use. Hayley also took great delight in pointing out all the men that I had worked with who were there cavorting in their bras and skimpy dresses. She commented (with inevitable profanities) on their bodies as well as what she and my former colleagues had done with each of them – in the office!

"You've got all this to come, Sweetie. Sally's got you this week but I've got you next week. The plan is I'll have a long weekend off work to play with you by myself. But then on the Wednesday I'll take you in to visit your erstwhile colleagues who will be VERY pleased to see you. Especially as Sian is the Area Director."

I just nodded and smiled. That's all I could do.

Hayley nudged me. "See that pretty ginger thing over there. In the low-cut lime green bimbo dress? Neatly bobbed red hair? Big tits? That's my son, Sam. I was only sixteen when he was born. Can you believe how pretty he is? And do you know, his tits are EXACTLY like mine were when I was twenty. He's the image of me at that age – except for his cock of course. First thing we're gonna do when you come home with me is have a threesome. I love having TWO Sexy Males serve me at once. Two ginger cocks. Tasty. And of course if you two wanna start kissing and sucking each other's cock I don't mind. I'll just take pictures."

Sucking each other's...? What fresh hell is this. I'd got used to the idea of being a sexual plaything for Women but another man? And a young, pretty one with beautiful firm breasts and... Drat, my brain obviously hadn't survived The Machine completely intact. I was definitely getting sexually aroused almost all the time and becoming more and more of a bimbo. I found myself hoping that Sally would put me in one of those dresses and take me shopping for shoes. A boy can't have too many shoes.

After the meal was done we all milled about while the tables were cleared and removed to make space for dancing. This was the bit I always used to dread. But weirdly, I actually enjoyed this part of MY wedding reception. I say this because I usually hate such things. I'm not a party animal. I don't drink and I'm rubbish at small talk. Which means I inevitably end up standing on the edge of a group who are droning on about football or cars or some other manly obsession that leaves me cold. Which is why, in a party where all the men in the room are expressly forbidden to talk at all, I was quite comfortable. All I had to do was stand around looking pretty. That was my job as 'the bride'. From time to time a Woman or Girl would grope my testicles or fondle my breasts. I found the older ones liked slipping a hand in the cutout at the back of my dress to squeeze my bottom while the younger ones were really interested in my breasts. The cheekier Girls pulled my dress open to have a better look at them. They commented loudly about how their dad or older brother had bigger breasts or nicer legs but I didn't take offence. It was just young girls having fun together. There was no harm in it. The Revolution wasn't yet a year old. The situation was new to everyone. Women had to establish new rules and social conventions now that they were in charge. The best way for teenage Girls to do that was to muck about with a Sexy Male or two in the company of like minded Girls of one's own age. Better that than having to watch their Mothers grope some hapless boy in a dress.

And oh, they had such lovely small soft hands. All I had to do was keep my eyes on the floor and smile coquettishly. Let the little darlings have their fun. Sian was over the other side of the room talking to her friends and feeling up their Sexy Males. Sally was in another corner catching up with a few of her old mates and surrounding some young lads in very pretty party frocks and no knickers. Less than a year ago those boys would have died of shame if someone had dressed them like that but there they were, smiling and giggling, lifting their skirts for the Girls, loving the attention.

Hayley had gone to the bar to get us drinks.

So I was mostly just there,

on my own,

being groped.

There was a lull in the groping when I caught the eye of my old mate Jason, who was, Hayley had informed me earlier, now called Jewel. He was my age and about my height. He'd always been a laid back sort chap. Good at his job, liked by everyone, but no ambition to go further. He was now, well, I suppose 'statuesque' is the word. Long brown hair done up in an intricate style. The sort of style that looks sophisticated but with just one pull of a hair-clip, it would cascade down seductively over his bare shoulders. I felt my penis stirring but it was held firmly by the cage Sian had put on me at the wedding chapel. To divert my attention, I tried to remember Jason's Wife's name. I'd never met her but I recalled she was a hairdresser. My old friend was in a purple satin and black lace basque with black seamed stockings and high heels that made him a few inches taller than me. His breasts, which were much more ample than mine, overflowed the basque, revealing just a hint of nipples and I fought an urge to go over and put my face between them. I thought he looked gorgeous, caught myself thinking that and looked away.

We're not allowed to make eye contact with Women but we look at other males all the time. Mostly they just stare blandly back or smile vaguely. The lights are on but nobody's home. But when I looked back at Jason he winked.

I blinked to make sure I wasn't seeing things. He gave me a genuine smile and nodded his head towards a corner where a movable screen had been set up to hide various items too big to move. He went one side of the screen. I went the other.

"Hiya Ken." He said "You're looking good. D'you like my titties? Fab, ain't they?"

"Jason? You remember me? You have an actual brain?"

"I do indeed, butty! And so do you. I heard rumours that yours survived too so I watched you at the meal. You need to be more careful. A 'bright one' is easy to spot if you know what to look for."

"A bright one? I thought I was a one off."

"No lovely boy. The Machine is not infallible. As well as the bodily changes, The Machine does things to the brain. It makes us docile, more suggestible to commands and more susceptible to sex hormones. We are hyper-sexualised. That's why you're gagging for it all the time and, even though you might push against it, sooner or later you WILL do what any Woman tells you. The Machine's managed to do all that to us, but what it failed to do to you and me was take our memory. That's what makes us who we are and gives us a sense of self. We may look and even feel like bimbos but we're still men in here." he tapped his pretty head.

I ran my fingers through my long red hair and smiled at my old friend. "That explains why, though I listened and understood every word you just said, I'm still wondering what it would be like to put my face into your bosom. Is that crazy?"

Jewel moved closer. "Not at all. While I was talking I was thinking how great it would be to bend you over that table and bugger your pretty arse."

My finger curled my hair. "You think I have a pretty bum? I was thinking your breasts are fabulous."

Jason shook himself and held my face with both hands. "Ken! Sweetie! Concentrate. You must pretend to be a bimbo all the time. But only pretend. Don't give in. Let them think it worked. If they find out you have memory, they will lock you up. Possibly put you through The Machine again. You may not survive that and ohhh, I really, really want to kiss those perfect lips."

I put my hands around his hourglass waist. "Well. what's stopping you, lovely boy. Shut up and kiss me."

So there I was snogging my old friend when Hayley found us. "YOU DIRTY BITCHES! Megan! I found them!"

Jewel's Wife appeared. "Jewel! You BAD SLUT! What have I TOLD YOU about running off?" She turned Hayley. "I'm truly sorry, Hayley. It's been a long day and the silly cow hasn't been fucked since this morning. Please don't tell anyone. I don't want to lose him."

Hayley smiled. She has a lovely, tight lipped smile that never shows her teeth. "Megs, it seems to me that my hubby was kissing yours. So they're one as bad as the other. Like you said. It's been a long day. They're horny. But that's not their fault. They're designed to be horny so they are controllable. Look, the dancing's about to start so they're gonna get all the attention these sluts so clearly crave. Let's have a dance and say nothing to no one, eh?"

Megan let out a breath. "Oh I'm so glad you understand, Hayley. I know he looks like a busty tart but he's still my husband. We've been married for twenty years and he's lovely. Especially now he does what I tell him in bed. I'd hate to have to train another. I hope you enjoy married life with Sweetie. I think I'm going to have to get this one a couple more Wives too. He's wearing me out. I might ask a Girl from the office, like Sian did with you."

Hayley smiled wickedly. "That gives me an idea. Bring him in to the office a week Wednesday. I'll be bringing Sweetie for his first day as Office Slut. If they like each other so much, they can put on a sex show for us in the lunch time. Have ever seen Sexy Males fucking each other? It's mega-sexy AND it's not illegal if we TELL them to do it. You can stay and watch. The Boss won't mind. She always had a soft spot for our hubs. And anyway, Sian is our Area Director, so she can give permission for anything."

"What a great idea. D'you hear that, Jewel? You and Sweetie are going to fuck each other next week. When I get you home you are getting a bigger arse plug."

We let them leave first. Hayley held me back. "Be honest with me, Ken. Is Jason like you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Can he think?"

"I don't..."

Hayley grabbed my head and kissed me. At that moment I would have done anything to please her. "I need to know. Tell me, bitch. Can Jason think?"

Jason was right. We can resist but eventually we will obey. I'd lasted less than a minute. "Yes. He's like me but he wants to fit in and be a good Sexy Male like I do. Please don't turn him in. He'll be good."

Hayley snuggled up to me. "Don't you worry your pretty little head, Sweetie. Jason was my friend too, before he was femmed. His secret is safe. I just like to know who I'm fucking. Come on. Let's dance."

A disco number had just started. It was from the time when my dad was young. Hayley held me back. "Hang on, Sweets. Look at that!"

My daughter was pulling my dad on to the dance floor. He was still wearing his purple skirt suit outfit but had lost the silly hat. From the back it looked like Sally was going to have a dance with her slightly tarty old auntie. From the front, of course, the skirt was so short that no one was in any doubt they were watching an old but extremely Sexy Male. I happen to know that my dad was actually a very good dancer back in the day. Would he remember how to boogie?

Hayley tutted. "She's got it wrong. I told her to pick a slow dance, to get in close."

We were far enough from the crowd for me to risk whispering to Hayley. "It's okay. Sally's a very clever Girl. Listen to the song! They're playing 'Sex Bomb'."

"Oh yeah! Brilliant!"

A few bars of music and it was obvious dad could still dance. He had all the moves. The stripper heels he was wearing didn't hold him back at all. But then I suppose he would have worn platform shoes as a teenager. Sally danced around behind him and helped slip his jacket off, throwing it to Sian. Then she reached around and undid the few blouse buttons that weren't already undone giving his breasts a lot of attention on the way to the buttons.

"Fuck yeah!" said Hayley "This is where I live! Strip him Sally!"

Sally pulled the blouse open sharply to expose dad's silicone boobs to the wedding guests. He wasn't wearing a bra as his breasts had internal supports. My hands went involuntarily to my own new breasts. I was swaying to the music, wanting Sally to do that to me too. Hayley kissed my cheek like a friend. "Don't worry Kenny-boy. I'm sure she'll handle your tits too. If she don't she's fuckin' mad. Oooo! Look at that!"

Dad's eyes were closed in ecstasy as Sally sucked his nipples and squeezed his fabulous bum. The rest of the dancers had cleared a space to let her work. Most had stopped dancing to watch. Dad's hips were swaying wildly to the chorus 'Sex bomb, sex bomb. You're my sex bomb." but somehow Sally managed to unzip his miniskirt and pull it slowly to the floor. Without missing a beat, dad kicked it into the crowd. He was now just wearing a suspender belt and stockings. Dad went to unhitch that but Sally stopped him. She told me later she has a thing for guys in stockings. "It's the most pointless garment there is but it makes men's legs look so damn sexy."

Sally held out her hand and my Mum threw the key to dad's penis restraint which Sally caught easily.

Hayley said (in awe) "FUUUUUCK! I think she's gonna fuck your dad on the dance floor! I really like your daughter. She has style!"

Somehow, despite all the gyrating, my daughter got dad's padlock undone and released his penis. The crowd was chanting "DAD COCK, DAD COCK! UP! UP! UP!"

It didn't take long for it to rise. That's thing about Sexy Males. We're in a state of constant readiness. My own penis was straining at my cage. I'd have been instantly stiff given the opportunity to expand.

Dad dropped to his knees and pulled Sally's trousers down. She turned her back to him and he kissed her bottom as if he was kissing her lips. She turned back around and held his face against her pubes, grinding against him. Sally put a piece of her knickers between his teeth. He pulled them down to the floor where he kissed her feet. Then he kissed his way up her slim athletic legs until he reached her pussy hair. Sally held him against her clitoris and told him to lick it. Which he did – eagerly. They swayed and thrusted like that until the song ended.

The crowd were going wild and chanting "FUCK THE BITCH! FUCK THE BITCH! FUCK FUCK FUCK!"

Sally pushed her grandfather to the floor and mounted him. He gasped in ecstasy as her tight young vagina took him in. She was shouting "Is that good, Grampa? You're being fucked like a whore by your Grand-daughter! You are a SLUT! AREN'T YOU? You LOVE this, you SLUT!"

Dad lay there, blissfully letting her do what she wanted because that's what we were all designed to do now. Just be sex objects. Please Women at all costs. Sally hammered into to him so hard his bum jerked across the floor with each thrust. I'd never have believed my sweet little Girl could be so sexually aggressive. I watched appalled but longing with all my heart for her to take me just like that.

I didn't have to wait long. With a roar from the watching crowd, Sally climaxed.

She breathed hard for a minute, acknowledging the cheers, clasping her hands like a prize fighter, then stood up to a round of applause. Dad crawled away towards Mum, who had wet-wipes. Then the crowd started chanting ONE MORE! ONE MORE! My daughter scanned the crowd until she found me. She pointed at me and hooked a finger "YOU'RE NEXT! GET OVER HERE!"

"Just a sec." shouted Hayley above the noise of the PA. "I'm NOT ruining this dress. It's on hire!" She quickly got me out of the dress and pushed me forward stark naked. Without more ado, Sally unlocked me.

"Sit in that chair." she commanded "And get erect."

I didn't need to be told twice. My penis rose to full stiffness in the time it took Sally to drink some water and take her bra off. My daughter made me kiss her vagina and anus before she straddled me and settled on my penis. "Now then, daddy dear. Are you going to fuck, honour and OBEY me? Like a good husband? Are you?"

I nodded because I knew I shouldn't speak. She kissed me, long and hard in a most un-daughterly manner. I felt her vagina tighten around me and start it's ride. Sally started humming to herself "Here comes the bride. Here comes the bride."

That seemed to be a signal because within moments every man in the room had been unlocked and was being used sexually by any and every Woman present. Sian took Hayley's son while Hayley took my dear old dad who was intent on earning his name Sex Bomb. Shelley, the one who'd guessed my penis size in the office sweep was up against a wall with Jason while his wife slapped his bottom to keep his thrusts in time. It was pandemonium. Or paradise. I couldn't decide.

Hayley had me next. She was as brutal and beautiful as I'd always imagined. What a Women! It was an honour to serve her. She climaxed, wiped my penis (hygiene) and passed me to Lynda, my former manager, who was surprisingly tender. After Lynda, ex-colleagues, old friends, an old girlfriend from 30 years ago, neighbours, family and a couple of total strangers all used me for their sexual pleasure – and I loved every minute of it. I think my original wife, Sian might have ridden me at one point but I was licking a Girl's clitoris at the time so I couldn't see. But it felt like her. I don't think my Mum had me. She was probably keeping an eye on dad. As Mayor, Mum would have wanted to make sure Sex Bomb performed well for the public and news media. Around me the room that evening was a mass of Sexy Males serving Women's every whim. Just the way the world should be.

As Hayley said when we poured her into a taxi with her sexy, exhausted (and naked) son at the end of the night. "Best fuckin' wedding reception fuckin' EVER!