The Witches of Westwood

When I first stepped onto my college campus, I knew I had found paradise. After all, I was a tall, muscular, good-looking jock on the football team. Who wouldn't be attracted to me? The thought of having sex with a different girl each day made my dick hard instantly. I wasn't going to make the same mistake I had made in high school by having a girlfriend. Don't get me wrong. Jenny was amazing, and loved to fuck, but I wanted to live the life of a "rock star", for at least the next 4 years.

Things went exactly to plan for the first semester. I tried to put the moves on as many girls as I could find and believe it or not, it was working. I would charm them, take them out to a nice dinner and then make my move. I must have slept with over 40 different girls during that first semester. Once I closed the deal, however, I would almost never speak to them again. I felt kind of bad about being such a jerk but as the saying goes, "you only live once". Besides, once I finish school, I plan to settle down and start a family.

It was Tuesday afternoon when I first met Beth. I was studying in the library when I noticed she was staring at me. Beth wasn't the best looking girl I had ever seen but she did have big tits and looked like she might be fun in bed so I turned on the charm and moved in for the kill. We went out for dinner that night and much to my surprise, she invited me back to her room afterwards. She was nothing special in the sack but at least I can add another name to my impressive list. The problem with Beth was that she was really devastated when I didn't call or talk to her again. She really lost it when she saw me with my arm around another girl two days later. Once again, "not my problem" I thought to myself. Yeah right!

Friday morning, just as I did every morning, I worked out in the gym and then ran 3 miles on the track. As I was leaving the track, I was suddenly greeted by Beth and 7 of her sorority sisters. They were all dressed in matching black outfits with hoods and black gloves. As I had expected, Beth was pretty angry when she confronted me. "How can you live with yourself" she yelled as I tried to make up some stupid excuse as to why I am such an ass. Once she finally calmed down, Heather, who was her best friend, and sorority sister, spoke. "You make me sick! I wish I could kill you in an act of revenge for all of the girls you hurt, but what we have in mind will be a whole lot sweeter". They all gathered around me in a circle while holding hands. They all closed their eyes and Heather chanted these words in a strange monotone voice, which I'll never forget. "WITH ENORMOUS FIRM BREASTS AND A TIGHT ROUND BUTT, MAKE THIS MAN INTO A CHASTISED SHEMALE SLUT!" Suddenly a gust of wind hit me like a hurricane, forcing me to take a step back so I wouldn't fall over. The girls looked at each other and started laughing as they turned and walked away. As for me, I looked around briefly to see if anyone else witnessed this bizarre encounter but found myself to be alone. It was strange. I looked the same, felt the same and sounded the same. Nothing happened! These might have been the weirdest sorority sisters I have ever met. I smiled as I walked back to my apartment. "I had better be more careful in choosing my next victim", I thought as I walked inside. I took a shower and then laid on my couch in front of the television. It took me about an hour before I dozed off.

When I started to open my eyes, it took me a second or two to realize where I was. I must have been really tired. It felt like I had been asleep for 2 days. The TV was still on and the clock on the wall read 3:39 PM. I had slept for about 6 hours. As I started to stand up I felt a strange pulling sensation on my chest. I immediately glanced down and almost fainted when I saw what was causing the discomfort. "Holy shit"! I was staring at two of the biggest tits I had ever seen. "This can't be happening", I screamed out loud as I got to my feet. When I tilted my head down towards my "melons" large amounts of my new blond hair blocked my view. "What the fuck" I thought as I ran to my bedroom mirror. What I saw made my jaw drop to the floor. I was staring at a woman! Not just any woman, but a gorgeous "Pamela Anderson" look-alike. My tits were huge, my lips were huge, my face was painted with a ton of make up and my ass was perfect. It was then that I first noticed the chastity belt. I had never seen one before so the design intrigued me quite a bit. There was a wide metal waistband that was really way too tight, making bending at the waist very uncomfortable. There was a wide piece of metal covering my penis and balls and a wide piece of metal running between my legs and tightly up my ass crack. There was a hole in the metal crotch piece right over my ass hole so at least I would be able to shit. The entire metal belt appeared to be seamless with no locks or keyholes to speak of. I tried for several minutes to try to feel any sensation around my penis but this belt was well designed. I couldn't feel a thing, which made me wonder if I even had a penis anymore. After the initial shock of my situation started to subside, I then started to think more rationally. First, I tried to wash off my make up but discovered that it was permanent. Next I tried to figure out if I could cut the chastity belt off but even if I did get it off, I STILL LOOKED LIKE A WOMAN! My only hope was to go over to the sorority house and try to reason with Beth, Heather and the rest of the "witches".

I put on a baggy sweatshirt and jeans and even threw on a baseball hat but I still looked like "hot porn star". I started to run to the sorority house but my tits were bouncing around so much that I had to just walk as fast as possible, which wasn't all that fast. I frantically knocked on the door until finally the door opened. "Heather, you have to help me, please!" "Joe, is that you?" "Heather, I am so sorry for what I did to Beth and the other girls. Please don't leave me like this!" All I could do is stand there while the girls laughed uncontrollably at my situation and me. They made me strip naked and strut around the house so they could all get a good look at their work. "Sit down" Heather said as she led me to the couch. "You are a piece of shit who hurt a lot of innocent girls. I should keep you looking like this for the rest of your life but unlike you, I have a heart".

"I will give you one chance to be returned to your old self. Actually it is a choice rather then a chance". Heather couldn't help but smile as she looked at Beth before giving me my "choice". "Tomorrow night we are throwing a party for the football team. There will be several of your teammates attending as well as members of the basketball and baseball teams. We are estimating around 200 people attending, most of whom are male. Here is your "choice". "You will be introduced to everyone as Tiffany, our newest pledge. Tiffany will be in the spare bedroom securely fastened to this". She pointed to Beth who stood by an object covered by a blanket. Beth pulled off the blanket to reveal a sort of "bondage bench". Heather demonstrated how I would be strapped to it. "First, you will sit on the bench with your legs straddling each side. Your ankles and thighs will be strapped down tightly with these leather restraints. Next, you will lean forward, resting your chest on this pad, and be secured by these restraints, which will go around your waist and back. Next will be your neck, which will go through this hole and be held in place by this padded wooden stock. Finally, your hands will be placed in an arm binder behind your back. Once secured, this ring gag will be buckled in place ensuring that your mouth remains wide open for the entire evening, which is extremely important". "Beth, why is it so important that (Joe's), I mean Tiffany's mouth remain open for the entire evening", Heather asked with an evil grin on her face. "Because", said Beth, it is Tiffany's job to "orally" service every guy who walks into the room! "WHAT"? "Are you two insane", I yelled with my new feminine voice. They were both laughing so hard that they didn't even here me. "NO FUCKING WAY" I shouted as I paced back and forth in front of the two girls. "We knew this wasn't going to be easy for you. That is why we are giving you this choice. You can choose not to attend the party tomorrow night and look like a "high class hooker" for the rest of your life, or attend the party, giving "blow jobs" all night long and being turned back into your old self on Sunday. If you choose not to attend and live out the rest of your life as a "shemale" we will at least remove the chastity belt so you have some chance of "scoring" again, Beth said while laughing at me. Should you choose to attend and be a "cum bucket" for the night, we will change you back into a man but the chastity belt will remain in place until you graduate, which will be in about 3-1/2 years. After all, it was that dick of yours that got you into this predicament, so we think this is for your own good", said Heather with a fake concerned look on her face. "Please", I pleaded, "can't we come up with another solution? I can't do what you are asking me to do", I said while fighting back the tears. "Relax! Nobody will know that Tiffany is actually you", said Heather. "Besides, it is just for one night. You are getting off reasonably easy compared to what you did to me," said Beth. "One more thing" said Heather. "If you due decide to show up and be the cock sucker you deserve to be, you must swallow every drop of cum that is put into your mouth". "We have set up a surveillance camera in the "play room" and we will be watching, and filming, from the other room. If you don't swallow every last drop of cum or refuse to service anyone, all bets are off and you will be a "bitch" forever! "Now get the hell out of here before we decide to turn you into a permanent cock sucker with an inescapable chastity belt. If you ever want to be a man again, be here tomorrow night at exactly 7:00pm. If you are not here by then, we will assume that you have made your choice! There are no second chances", Heather yelled as I started my walk of shame back to my apartment. I started to cry like a baby as I walked home. What could I do? These girls obviously had real powers. Their spells worked! I am living proof of that. Tonight would probably be the longest night of my life. After all, it is my MANHOOD, as well as my penis, at stake.

As expected, I didn't sleep at all last night. I was facing the most difficult decision of my life. I could go to a sorority party and "blow" every guy there, including most of my teammates, or keep my dignity by not going and live out the rest of my life as a "shemale". All things considered, I new I would have to go to the party. The girls were right. Nobody would know that I was actually Tiffany, the girl sucking off every guy in town, and they promised to remove my chastity belt after graduation. It would be a tough 3-1/2 years, but then I can have my life back as a fully functioning man.

I was starting to feel a bit nauseous as I made my way toward the sorority house. The thought of having a "penis" in my mouth was making me sick. These girls really had me by the balls and I couldn't do anything about it. I stood at the front door with heart pounding as I knocked. "Welcome to our house Tiffany" Heather said as I walked inside. I used to bathroom one last time and made sure I got everything out of my system. I knew I wouldn't have another chance to relieve myself once restrained to the bench. Beth told me to remove all of my clothes and straddle the "bench". I did as I was told and tried to relax as Heather began restraining me. She made sure the buckles were really tight as I leaned forward and rested my chest on the padded support. Next went the straps over my back and around my waist leaving me in a pretty vulnerable position. Beth placed my arms into the arm binder and laced it up tightly ensuring that I would not be able to escape. Just to add insult to injury, she also buckled the straps that went over the laces. Heather then closed the padded stock, which went around my neck and then placed a padlock through the hasp. She smiled as she clicked the lock shut. I was totally immobilized and at the mercy of these witches. Beth was given the honors of securing the ring gag, which held my mouth wide open. I have never felt so helpless in my life. With my mouth held open, I wouldn't be able to refuse any "cock" which came my way. As the girls left the room, Heather whispered into my ear; "remember, you had better swallow every lest drop of cum squirted into your pretty mouth". I knew she meant it too!

I was left strapped to the bench while people started showing up. I could here people talking and laughing in the other room when suddenly the door opened up and in walked the Quarterback of the football team. "Wow, Beth wasn't kidding, you are hot" he said as he started pulling down his pants, exposing his semi-erect penis. Without hesitation, he shoved his cock straight into my exposed mouth. He started thrusting his cock in and out, making me gag several times before he finally held his last thrust and shot his load straight down my throat. I immediately wanted to vomit, but held it together while my "first date" left the room. I knew I needed to be strong. After all, I would probably be "doing the deed" at least 100 more times. Actually my estimate was way off. Before the end of the night, I would end up sucking 154 cocks. Many were repeat customers but they all had one thing in common. At the moment of release, they all pushed their cocks deep into my mouth forcing what seemed like "gallons' of cum down my throat. I was probably on the bench for 6 or 7 hours, helpless and unable to resist any of the men who chose to abuse me. Finally, at about 3:15 in the morning, Beth and Heather entered the room. "How's are newest pledge doing" said Heather as she began to undo my restraints. "We have some great footage of your work on video tape" said Beth. "We'll be sure to send you a copy". Once released, I had to be helped to my feet by the two girls. Heather told me that I would be changed back into my old self in the morning. I didn't say anything as they removed my gag. I was embarrassed and disgusted and wanted to go home as soon as possible. I quickly got dressed and headed home. I cried the whole way there. As soon as I was in my apartment, I ran to the bathroom to force myself to throw up. Unfortunately, I gagged several times but couldn't get anything up and out of my stomach. I gave up, crawled into bed and fell asleep almost immediately.

I first opened my eyes at around 11:30 am and just laid in bed motionless while I thought about last night. My eyes started to tear up as I thought about what I was forced to do. I climbed out of bed and headed for the bathroom. I felt so disgusted when I glanced at the bathroom mirror. I completely lost it when I saw "myself" looking back at me. The girls were true to their word. I was a man again! Well, a man with a chastity belt! I was so relieved to be out of that other body. I took a long shower and brushed my teeth for about 40 minutes, for obvious reasons. I took it easy for the rest of day.

A week had passed since the "party". Heather and Beth laugh at me every time they see me. I have been so horny since being returned to myself. I will never be able to last 3-1/2 years in this chastity belt. I have to try and remove it.

I decided to go to the local hardware store and purchase a hacksaw. I realized that when I lay on my back, there is just enough room between the waist belt and my stomach to fit the blade in and get some leverage. I went home and carefully went to work with the saw. I must have been cutting for a solid 20 minutes. My arm was killing me and I was sweating profusely but made some progress. There was a little notch in the waist belt wear I had been cutting. It would probably take me two weeks to cut all the way though but I would be free from this hellish device and back on the "prowl" once again. I went to bed on Saturday night with the biggest smile on my face, knowing that my belt is beatable. On Sunday morning, I couldn't wait to start up with the saw again. I grabbed the hacksaw, laid on my back and felt for the notch I had made the day before. I slid my finger along the edge of the waist belt but couldn't find the notch. "What the hell" I thought as I stood up and went to the mirror. What I saw crushed me. The belt was perfectly smooth again. There was no evidence of my handiwork. This evil contraption repaired itself while I slept. I now finally accepted my fate. This belt would be with me for a long time.

As I stood in front of my family and friends holding onto my diploma, I had felt such an overwhelming feeling of satisfaction. I was now a college graduate but more importantly, I would be a free man tomorrow. Just as promised, the next day Beth and Heather gave me the key to my "sexual prison". The key was a triangular piece of metal which had some Latin words inscribed on it. The girls instructed me to place the "key onto the crotch piece covering up my genitals. Next, line up the three sides, forming a perfect triangle and the belt would unlock. I ran home and stripped out of my clothes as fast as possible, lined up the key and heard the "click". I pushed open the crotch piece and saw my penis for the first time in almost 4 years. I was so excited that I nearly fainted. Next, I opened up the waist belt and stepped out of the belt. I couldn't believe it. I was a free man. I jumped into the shower, grabbed the soap and immediately began stroking my cock. It took about 12 seconds before I blew my load. The orgasm was so intense that it made my legs weak, causing me to drop to my knees. I just sat on the floor of my shower while the warm water splashed over my body with the biggest smile on my face. It was kind of weird though. The whole time I wore the belt, I only dreamed about woman, and sex. I fantasized about threesomes, about different sexual positions, and even about orally pleasing my female partners until my jaw ached. But just now when I shot my load, I fantasized about blowing my best friend, Mike. Weird! As I started drying off and putting my clothes on, I started fantasizing about being fucked in the ass. "What is happening to me"? I went into the kitchen and poured myself a glass of milk. As I began to take a drink, I suddenly dreamed that my glass of milk was actually a glass of warm semen. "FUCK"! What am I doing? I now had this overwhelming urge to drive to the local "gay bar" and hook up with the first guy I saw! I started to panic. All I could think about was being ass fucked by as many guys as possible. My hands were shaking uncontrollably and my heart was racing. Out of desperation, I picked up the chastity belt and frantically put it back on. At least it would keep me protected and prevent me from doing anything stupid, at least temporarily. Once the belt was locked back on, I started to calm down. My breathing was becoming normal and I had stopped sweating. Strangely, I began to think of Playboy Playmates and NFL cheerleaders and bikini models and how I wanted to fuck them all! Then it finally dawned on me. Those two bitches, Heather and Beth, cursed my belt. While wearing it, all of my sexual thoughts and fantasies involved woman but as soon as the belt was unlocked, all of my sexual desires involved men, and everything gay. I ran to the sorority house as fast as I could to confront the witches but I was too late. The house was empty.

I would be cursed for the rest of my life by the Witches of Westwood!

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