Transgender Teenage / School Authoritarian
Phase One - Jesuit Induction
How to make a total sissy faggot cumdump? (My true story)
I was destined to be a serving beta boi from day one, when you look back on it, becoming the total cumdump I am now was always the path I would tread or mince in all honesty. To create a beta-boi the ingredients are very simple, find a lonely, thin slim, slightly effeminate nervous boy who needs a daddy figure, isolate from "her" family and then show targeted, but dominant affection.
My Father died unfortunately when I was seven and my Mother quickly sent me away to boarding school a few years later to ironically get more male company. My Mother is very vain and wanted new men friends and I was in the way, so sending me away was a great move and got me out of sight. I was of a very slight build quite pretty and pampered and now looking back in hindsight I did have a nice big round peachy vulnerable smackable arse even at that age...
The strict and austere Jesuit order welcomed me with open arms and twitching cocks. The absolute vow of abstinence the Jesuits all take clearly did not apply to pre-teen young boys, within days I was targeted for further fun development and amusement by them, I was fast tracked to faggotry. The bois that the Jesuit group targeted where the loner types and the smaller pretty nervous bois and they encouraged them to share dormitories and kept the larger more masculine and developed boys away in different dorms, the idea was to foster a strong homosexual atmosphere in these certain smaller sleeping areas. The techniques they used on me and others were wide ranging from "accidentally" leaving gay porn mags in the dorms, as though left by other boys and also by leaving anonymous suggestive pornographic messages again made to look like other boys had sent to each other.
This slow drip drip of porn which became increasingly graphic and confusing, notes left under my pillow hinting other bois fancied and wanted blow jobs from me, stirred up a fetid atmosphere of sexual frustration and laid heavily on the whole school like a dense suffocating blanket of repressed gay sex... sex was a sin... gay sex in particular a massive sin, punishable with eternal hell, yet it pervaded everything all the time. The Jesuits built up to boiling point the sexual frustration confusion and the need for release, a technique they have used on bois for well over a hundred years. This is when they play another trump card though... of which it seems they have many
Masturbation is a sin and leads to bad thoughts and "seed should not be spilt in vain" at all ever, an offence against God... So when I confessed, I was having impure thoughts in my weekly confessional to the priest behind the screen he naturally prescribed a penance of chastity. I was moved to a special bed area near the Jesuits private apartment area and made to wear boxing gloves at night while they tied a small pink rosery round my clit and balls "to keep the bad seed in" this meant my poor little cock throbbed all night and my little balls ached, but I couldn't touch them as the bulky gloves made anything impossible, even scratching an itch. The practice of "gloving" as it was known was wide spread and used consistently over many years until it became commonplace and almost expected within any Jesuit establishment. Teenage bois with dripping aching cocks and swollen balls was a common occurrence and greatly encouraged.
After a few long hot nights of penance while being "gloved", the urge to cum became absolutely overwhelming and my heightened sexuality was through the roof. I used to think of nothing else except release and this combined with the copious amounts of "accidental gay porn" put my mind in a state of suggestion and vulnerability to being easily manoeuvred along a certain degrading path.
The accidental porn slowly changed in nature at this point and the gay bdsm magazines now seemed to contain a vast number of images of young twinks dressed in stockings and suspenders being used for the sexual gratification of older men. The typical picture set featured pretty young bois sucking cock, being tied and caned, often in chastity with a huge amount of corporal punishment of stocking clad faggots and of course many close ups of young boi's vulnerable pink pussy's in panties being bare-backed by huge older cock, usually big and black.
Safe sex of course simply did not exist at that time and these images showed chastized bois in all positions being impregnated and punished for seemingly trivial misdemeanours. The bombardment of suggestive submissive porn became overwhelming combined with the tradition of dressing as an altar boi for high mass became an explosive mix for me at least and pushed me totally over the edge into total submissive faggotry.
The Jesuits "altar boi" set up was a fantastic bit of theatre that they wonderfully manipulated and tailored to encourage and fan the flames of feminisation and submission in a young impressionable boi's mind. The outfit for all altar bois was a pink / red cassock or dress which they had deliberately designed to be light and floaty with plenty of frills and lace and a detailed ruff neck and cut short to expose the serving bois calves to the knee. Under this what was in effect a dress was an outfit of white sheers stockings full height with white suspenders underneath and a thin silky white very minimal thong to gently cup the young bois little cock and balls and a cilice which is a band of mortification worn tight around the thigh to remind the boi of Jesus's suffering. This overtly feminine outfit was wonderfully heightened by wearing quite girly slightly heeled shiny black court shoes making bois walk in a very unmistakeably feminine manner. As you can imagine the tight cruel cilice digging into my thigh the heels and dress, the silky underwear and invariably some form of chastity, even if just a rosary bound tightly round my clitty (as it was now known) was maddening.
The exquisite torture and sexual torment of being dressed and invariably fondled quite openly while being "dressed" by the priest was relentless and it soon led to me responding to the caresses and fondling by the older men. As at the College the daily routine consisted of morning prayers a mid-day mass and evening benediction and sometimes late night prayers too, this meant that the altar bois could end up dressed most of the day essentially as a girl. The priests often saying there is no point getting changed after each service, just stay dressed..
This feminisation worked wonderfully on me for months on end and inevitably led naturally to full time chastity as we were indoctrinated not to spill seed and that it was essentially evil to cum and playing with yourself and cumming or getting too excited was "very dirty" and a clear and serious sin before God for a young boi. Although touching or playing with my clit was not allowed, it seemed kissing the elderly Fathers and letting them squeeze and play with my nipples was very much encouraged. I was told my nipples were in danger of inward growing and that as a consequence they needed stimulation and pulling to ensure they did not invert, this was clearly another lie, but it enabled the priests to squeeze / massage, tweak and play with them at will. A favourite trick was to put crocodile clips on them and hang weights off them to "encourage them to grow out" and this resulted in me being frequently fully dressed in stockings suspenders and the altar dress, but with my nipples exposed with cruel weights and sharp crocodile teeth biting into the soft flesh. If I cried or moaned too much I was taken to the punishment bench and caned on my bare upturned arse and thighs until bright red and my tears became freely flowing. It seemed at times that a day never went by without me blubbing and sobbing for mercy at the pain in my nipples or my arse and legs from the sharp carefully wielded heavy leather covered cane.
As the months went by I noticed a number of large wooden phallus or dildos being introduced into the sacristy where I spent most of my day dressed... I knew immediatly what they were amd how they were used from the constant flow of ever more hard core porn magazines "accidentally" left in my dormitory. I also noticed that they periodically appered to be smeared in some form of grease or lard type substance. They were all very smooth and highly polished and ranged in size from small plugs and medium dildos about six inches and a few inches across to some enormous black wood examples well over a foot long and about eight inches aross, like a smoothly sanded telegraph pole. Little did I realise these impliments were soon to become very much part of my routine and daily life and my teenage body would get to know every inch of them in a very intimate and intrusive manner.
I was already a raging frustrated out and out mincing faggot and they had not even started on me yet....