Published:
April 20, 2023
Die Schwanzschlampe
Unusual ideas must be written down before they're lost. That was exactly my intention with this work. I wanted to try something new once and the idea actually came from an advertisement at a football game as well as a young man in an email to me. He shared this fantasy secretly and asked if I could turn it into a book.
Of course, I could adapt his idea into a book. After some conversations, all sorts of ideas developed in my mind and I immediately put them down on paper. Armed with my notes, I retreated to my office and started writing. A few hours later, I had already written the first four chapters. My community wasn’t exactly enthusiastic at first, but after the first positive responses came in, sales rose noticeably.
Chapter 1
For hours I had been sitting at my desk going through my lecture notes. I simply couldn't get this dry material into my head. Outside, in my student dormitory made up of old cargo containers, the noise was raging. My roommates were celebrating the start of the weekend. It was boisterous and very loud. They played drinking games and howled around as if it were the end of the world. This wasn't just affecting my concentration. The entire dormitory consisted only of assembled old shipping containers to provide everyone with a place. There wasn't much in there. A desk for working, a bed with a small closet and a tiny kitchenette with a mini-table for eating. Separately, there was a tiny bathroom with a shower without a window. It was quiet there only during the lectures or early mornings when the alcoholics lay in their beds. The containers were connected by bolted steel staircases, and every time one of those elephants trampled up the stairs, the entire structure wobbled. This meant that not even a simple picture could be hung on a nail. It immediately came back to me when the first sword transporter climbed the stairs on two legs.
For me, this Friday was important because I had to get out of the student dormitory. In my little hut, I found no peace and my concentration was constantly interrupted every few seconds. That's why I never got the material into my head. So I packed up my notes and disappeared from the dormitory. My destination was the nearby city park. It was decently warm outside and the sun set only in the evening. In mid-May, I could lie on a small blanket in the park and study while my classmates indulged in alcohol and tried to charm young women. That seemed to be their most important weekend activity. For me, it wasn't anything. I stayed out of it.
My life was also perfectly fine without a woman. My fellow females were much more preferable to me at the moment. However, I was quite alone with that because my roommates, like heterosexuals, tried to find a woman. I was bisexual. I had some experiences in recent years, but for now, I had been alone since my studies began. I didn't want to change that in the near future. I could determine my life on my own, buried my head in books and didn't need any bad compromises with a partner. For me, it worked perfectly as it was.
In a quiet moment, I left the dormitory with my bag and set off toward the city park. To avoid being bothered unnecessarily, I put earphones in my ears and let my phone play some music. With my blanket and notes in a bag, I set out. Apparently, my unkind roommates from the dormitory had a pretty good sense of when I was about to leave and naturally blocked the staircase. Again and again I was exposed to these idiots. Because of their youth, they were open toward same-sex love. Under various pretexts, I was always attacked again. One could argue that these were unfortunate individual cases, as politicians constantly repeated, although they knew very well that they weren't individual cases anymore. This happened almost every day and therefore I avoided the company of these "eternally conservative churchgoers" who had it in for me.
Actually, I just wanted my peace, which was rarely granted to me. Even my parents were such prudes. My father sent me away from home as soon as it came out that I was bisexual and preferred men. Since then, I had to fend for myself in the student dormitory. To pay for my tuition fees and have a little money for my survival, I worked outside of lectures in a casino. This had the great advantage that my roommates never saw me there. No one had any money left to throw out the window in these places. Moreover, I could also study a bit alongside, which helped me progress in my studies.
Although I was already known at the university as a nerd, this had never bothered me. Why should it? I was used to being attacked because of my sexuality and knew that people avoided me or made a stupid remark from time to time. It rolled off me and didn't need to bother me anymore. Let them tear each other apart over me. Apparently, their own lives were so uneventful that they had to worry about mine. At least they didn't talk about me behind my back. On the stairs, I was immediately met by the biggest jokester of the university.
Justin Bremer, a biology student, was a head shorter than me, but he had the mouth of a crocodile. Above all, there wasn't a single minute where he could be quiet. With alcohol in his system, he was almost uncontrollable and screamed around the area. Right on the stairs, he greeted me again with a bad joke that I had never heard in my life.
"Hey Felix, what do a toothpick and a fag have in common?" he shouted across the hallway.
"Both can break your thin arms! Get out of my way and drink your last remaining brain cells out of your skull," I said, pushing past him toward the exit of the dormitory.
Of course, he shouted after me, "Both poke around in food scraps."
I had never heard that before. Apart from the thousands of times in the years since my puberty to today. This stupid joke was known by everyone now. However, this also applied to most heterosexual men who liked to stick their dicks into young guys' asses. I already knew these tales from some female friends whose boyfriends always wanted to do that. In contrast to my heterosexual counterparts, I had contact with their preferred prey. My best friend Jana was on their list because of her obviously large assets. However, she wasn't interested in a quick one-night stand and didn't agree to anything. She didn't have a boyfriend. I could replace him at the small parties so that no one got the idea of approaching her.
This unfortunately happened quite often, and then I was by her side. It wasn't a big problem because between me and the women there were never any advances. I didn't try to get them into bed like my counterparts. Jana was a year younger than me and ranked very high among students at the university. She had long brown hair with red streaks that fell like a lion's mane over her shoulders, very fair skin and a golden upturned nose. Some people even compared her to Cleopatra, which annoyed her most. Almost everyone tried to land with her, but she consistently ignored it. No one got a prick from Jana.
In the city park, the sun was high in the sky and illuminated the mothers who spent a free afternoon outdoors with their children and watched them playing on the playground. I wanted some distance from that because their yelling disturbed my concentration. There I could have just stayed in my tiny student hut. Almost the entire meadow was covered with sun-hungry teenagers, who themselves were in small groups for school as well. The final exams were coming up and the cliques met in the city park in the afternoon, lightly dressed, to study together or gossip about the latest rumors at their school.
In the half-shadow of a large elm, I lay down with my blanket and spread out my notes. Individually, I had to press some pages down so they wouldn't be blown away by the light wind that day and then lost to me, but this way I at least got enough peace to study. Not far from me sat a young couple on a blanket who didn't care about anything. The two were so occupied with themselves that one could have placed a bomb next to them. Besides kissing sounds, nothing came from the two lovers. I could easily ignore it and focused on my studies.
After not even ten minutes, I saw four bare female legs directly in front of my blanket and the familiar voice of my best friend laughed, "Felix you blind fish, do you need glasses?"
Right in front of me stood Jana with her friend Ramona. Both grinned mischievously at me, "You walked right past us and didn't even react when I called for you."
"Sorry Jana, I had earphones in my ears," I apologized. "I was just looking for a quiet spot to study."
Ramona started grinning broadly and said, "Of course, you don't pay attention to bare behinds that are shoved at you."
"I do pay attention to them, but female curves certainly don't make me drool when I want to study," I laughed.
"Wouldn't you like to lie down with us Felix? You can study there in front as well," Jana said and pointed a few meters away to her blanket. "Besides, we'd have company. They've been trying to land on us the whole time."
Ramona joked, "No wonder with those big entrances," and slapped her behind as an allusion to her somewhat wider hips.
I had only seen Jana's friend before. She had arrived at our university a few months ago. The first two semesters she spent in Berlin before moving to Hamburg. She was built slightly broader but still looked very attractive. Especially the large breasts and wide behind made men flock toward her. Every one of my fellow males wanted to bury his face in her half-spheres. That seemed to be the attraction, which she also showed even more clearly in summer. The neckline revealed almost as much as it concealed. Here in the park, she only wore a bikini top, unlike Jana, who at least had a larger top to cover her chest. It was enough if she showed her behind almost completely.
Together with the two women, I folded my blanket again and moved my workplace near the two women. They mostly left me in peace and could enjoy the sun more or less without disturbance through my presence. No one dared to approach an attractive woman who wasn't alone with a friend and also had a man by her side. The basket was already pre-programmed. This stupidity no one wanted to give, so they left Jana and Ramona in peace. I was the rooster in the basket that afternoon because I lay exactly between the two, so no one knew which of the two I was supposedly with.
Ramona and Jana were even kind enough to treat me to an ice cream to cool down. Swimming wasn't possible yet, as the water in the lakes was still too cold. It had only been a week properly warm. Before that, it had been icy for weeks, and the water hadn't had time to warm up to pleasant temperatures. At least the sun warmed us properly. The whole spring had been too cold and dragged on into May. However, the two young women by my side also warmed me up. Not long after I lay there and the two returned with the ice cream, Ramona took sunscreen out of her bag and began to apply it.
Jana immediately joined in. Because of her very fair skin, she couldn't stay in the sun for long without proper protection or risk a large sunburn. Ramona didn't need much encouragement either. She sat on Jana and gently distributed the cream on her back and shoulders. Naturally, she also took care of Jana's behind. She enjoyed the massage lying on her stomach with her eyes closed. What I didn't notice was her slight moan because Ramona apparently spent a lot of time on her behind and thighs. That she occasionally brushed along Jana's slit wasn't noticeable to me. In the middle of the grassy area in the city park, she was fussing over my best friend, who also let it happen.
Jana thanked her with a massage using the sunscreen. Only then did I notice Ramona's slight sigh next to me and looked around a bit. The two weren't disturbed. Especially Jana was interested in Ramona's genital area and stroked it very openly. Did the two have a secret relationship? Anyway, I should rather focus on my study material than on the two women. They were old enough and had to know what they wanted themselves. Moreover, it didn't bother me. I had already seen Jana from above without touching those two hills, and she was the youngest among us at 21 years old. Ramona and I had a half-year lead and were already 22 years old.
As soon as Jana disappeared from Ramona and lay relaxed again on her side of the blanket, Ramona asked, "Don't you need sunscreen? That can cause a sunburn and is dangerous for your skin."
Before I could answer, Jana took my T-shirt and pulled it over my head. Then she said, "He needs it. He's as white as a cat's belly."
My slight complaint didn't interest Ramona, who simply sat on my backside and began to apply sunscreen to my shoulders. However, she refrained from any approaches and stayed far away from my intimate area. She only took care of my back and then crawled down from me again. The process repeated every hour. I wasn't even asked anymore. Sometimes Jana also sat on me and applied the cream. At least they left me in peace to study, which worked very well because I could concentrate very well due to the quiet.
When the sun slowly disappeared, thoughts of my small apartment in the container village came back into my mind. There, most certainly, the majority were already in delirium, while others shouted through the entire building. There I would never find peace. However, Ramona offered me to come with her and Jana. She lived a bit outside in a quiet residential area and didn't have to worry about noise. There I could continue studying in peace. Before that, the two of them wanted to go out for a drink with me. Eagerly, I agreed to the suggestion. We packed up together and headed to a nearby café.
Chapter 2
I didn't want coffee anymore at this hour and decided on a large bottle of mineral water. Ramona and Jana opted for an alcohol-free summer cocktail that glowed in beautiful colors as the serving staff brought our drinks. However, I excused myself after a short time to go to the toilet. I had to definitely relieve myself. I hadn't gone all afternoon and nature was claiming its due. Jana and Ramona had occasionally disappeared during our time in the park. Only I lay there for the entire time with my notes and pushed aside the thought of it.
Only in this café did Ramona and I get a little conversation going. Compared to my best friend Jana, she was slightly broader but they got along incredibly well. Both were equal in mind and could entertain themselves perfectly. However, Jana had a slight advantage. Unlike Ramona, she was blessed with more humor. Ramona also made jokes, but not as often as Jana. My best friend stayed a bit out of our conversation probably because she wanted me and Ramona to get to know each other better. What fascinated me most about her were the eyes of my conversation partner. Jana had bright brown eyes while Ramona had very pale blue-gray eyes.
However, this didn't match her slightly tanned skin at all. In my mind, I imagined Ramona's eyes on Jana's face. That would have been a complete turn-on that generally drove men crazy. With this eye color, I probably would have even tried to land with Jana. I felt genuinely attracted by her gaze and sank more and more into the slightly shimmering blue. My mineral water emptied quite quickly and my two companions also drank their colorful cocktails relatively quickly. At least they were alcohol-free and wouldn't later start yelling, I laughed inwardly.
Ramona took over our entire bill and not only paid for the two cocktails but also my water. Freely explaining to me that we had been invited. She didn't want neither me nor Jana to have to pay for a nice evening from their shaky finances. Jana worked in a pizzeria to finance her studies, while Ramona didn't need to work at all. Her father was a stockbroker and earned enough money to also finance his daughter. Every month she received a transfer to her account and could thus rely on enough money. For that reason, Jana and I had to struggle for a long time, and even if we managed to earn it, it would go towards the tuition fees.
So in this way, she was at an advantage, which also became noticeable in her living situation. Her father had simply bought his daughter's apartment and let her live there rent-free. She just had to bear the utility costs. Together we set off to her apartment, which was located a bit outside the city center. Jana knew this route already, unlike me. My best friend had been visiting there more frequently in recent months and no longer lived in the tiny dormitory in the container settlement like me. Together with Ramona they made themselves comfortable in the quiet neighborhood. If I had the money, I would have done the same.
The building in which Ramona's apartment was located was a relatively new one made of red brick and stood in a very quiet side street near the Alster. It was a better-kept area, which was evident everywhere. No one here had to worry about every single cent. You could already see this from the noble caravans in front of the doors of the individual houses. From Mercedes through Maybach to Ferrari there was everything that would make the heart of an automobile lover beat faster. If you considered that these houses certainly cost a fortune, the cars in front of them testified to even greater wealth. We students could never keep up with it, if we ever got anywhere at all.
The furnishings of Ramona's apartment went in the same direction. The floor covering consisted of light marble plates and the walls were decorated with various wallpaper. Every painter would certainly have been desperate if they had had to deal with this. My experience with it was limited to a minimal extent, when I helped with a house renovation for a friend who moved in with his fiancée. She had set her heart on getting such wallpaper and wanted it on the wall of the living room. We almost failed at that. Each thread of a roll had to fit exactly with the other one and the first one had to be absolutely vertical on the wall, so that the rest would fit and the desired motif wouldn't look crooked. We were more than a whole day occupied with it and still couldn't manage it without a bit of trickery. Painters who had to do this were certainly not to be envied.
I was never allowed to sit down at Ramona's desk to continue studying, and she even brought me a large glass of fresh mineral water while Jana made herself comfortable on the couch in the living room. Ramona closed the door behind her so that I would have peace. After not even half an hour my eyes failed me and without being able to do anything about it, they fell shut. My head hit the desktop with my notes and I noticed absolutely nothing anymore of what was happening around me.
When I finally came to myself after what felt like an eternity and opened my eyes, everything around me was dark. With my hands I wanted to reach for the desk surface to orient myself a bit, but my arms were somehow fixed above my head and I got a little panic. I flailed wildly as Jana's voice pulled me back into reality, who called out, "She's awake again Ramona."
Wait a minute, had my best friend just said "she" to me? Totally confused I asked, "Jana, I'm awake but I'm not she, I'm a guy!"
"Hold your tongue if nobody asked you," she hissed at me and I got a hard slap from my best friend.
At that moment Ramona also came back and I could clearly hear her grin as she said to Jana, "Don't be so picky Jana! She can take a proper slap. Hit her properly."
Immediately a hand slapped my face and certainly left a prominent imprint. I shouted at the women standing in front of me what they thought they were doing, but received only laughter from both. I heard Ramona's voice quite close to my ear, who told me, "Relax little slut. We've just started. There's still plenty coming for you, and if you cooperate properly, it won't be so hard for you."
"Have you gone crazy?" I shouted at the two young women, but received only laughter as an answer and then another hard slap in my face.
But then Jana began a small explanation, "We're not crazy, just a bit lonely and you'll become our primate. Moana and I will make you our little cock-slut. If you behave well, we'll also provide some fun for you."
My jaw dropped as if I had been hit on the temple with a hammer. These few words from my best friend were like an explosion in my guts. "I have to become her cock-slut? First of all what is that actually and secondly what the hell did I have to do with it?"
Next to me Ramona laughed, "She's just desperately trying to find answers. Take off her blindfold so she can look at herself."
Jana agreed laughing and removed a dark eye-cover from my head. After my eyes had adjusted to the light, my mouth fell open. In front of me stood a huge mirror in which I couldn't bear my own reflection. Jana and Ramona had made a fake woman out of me, put on makeup and even dressed me in an artificial bright pink top and a green mini-skirt. I wore no underwear anymore and through the short skirt my penis tip peeked out. Even a blonde wig had been placed on my head. Totally confused I shook my head in disbelief.
"What did I do?," I asked myself. "I never wanted to be a woman, I also didn't feel that way and nature didn't give me just for aesthetic reasons a penis with testicles. That belongs to a man and tits I also don't want. Neither to play with them nor for any other reason incomprehensible to me. I was no longer in the position to express myself properly. The woman who looked at me from the mirror wasn't me and I would never become one. Not now and not in some hours or days. I thought that maybe the two had just played a bad joke, but alone the slap from Jana negated this possibility. She wouldn't have treated me like that."
If only I was mistaken, because I already received the next slap from her and she grinned at me, "Actually you don't look so bad Pussey, just you still need to learn a lot girl."
"I'm not a girl..." I screamed, but couldn't get further because Ramona immediately gave me a whole series of hard slaps. Jana joked, "Moana, next time she doesn't even need any rouge on her cheeks. It's already shining after a few seconds."
Ramona joined in and laughed at her, "As soon as our Dooreen understands how this works, we'll definitely need it again. For now she first needs to learn to keep her mouth shut when not asked. But you can put the cage for her clit on her. It won't be needed today."
'Have those damned women still not understood that I'm not a woman? Which clitoris is Ramona talking about?' I asked myself and was just about to start shouting again, when Jana looked at me with sparkling eyes and laughed, "This will not please you Dooreen now, but until your big clit comes back into use it'll take a while."
My best friend stood up for a moment and disappeared into the bedroom. When she came back, she was holding a steel frame in her hand. The shiny metal really looked like a cage, however not for a clitoris as with a woman, but for a penis. 'My penis,' it flashed through my head hotly and I began to pull wildly at my restraints. I just wanted to get out of here. Away from the two women, but I couldn't move from my position. I was sitting there half-naked in prostitute costumes and my best friend threatened me with a cage for my best piece.
Well, it had been on pause for months, but I didn't want to have it caged anyway. Especially not by these two madwomen. However, this interested Jana not even the slightest bit. I started shouting and writhed in my restraints, which called Ramona onto the scene who gave me some hard blows and immediately afterwards inserted a rubber cock into my throat which she fixed behind my head. From that moment on I was as silent as a fish. Jana smiled at me, raised the short mini-skirt and proudly exposed my masculinity. Before she began, she held Ramona back for a minute.
"I think if Dooreen stands up it'll be better Jana and we should probably remove this bush first. It's not appropriate for a woman to run around with an unshaven pussy. That's unhygienic," complained Ramona.
I screamed like a wild one in my restraints and Ramona patted me on the head with the words, "I know Dooreen, you don't like being unshaven either," The two seemed completely to have lost their minds, but I was still sitting here like a roast on a plate in women's costumes. However, I couldn't hold myself anymore because with a soft creak a roll above me started moving and I was simply pulled up. My gaze fell on the blanket above me and I thought I wasn't seeing right. Directly above my head hung an electric pulley with a chain to which my hands were tied.
Like a dead fish I was pulled in the vertical direction until I stood upright, but Ramona pulled me another few centimeters upward, so that I could only stand on my toes. Jana smiled at me and started fiddling with the fastening of the skirt, which fell down shortly after. I was completely naked in front of the two women and my best friend knelt before me. She fumbled around with the steel frame and I could only helplessly watch. However, even worse was that my best piece began to react and made a long neck. Jana didn't mind, she just smiled up at me and gave a careful look at my penis.
She laid the frame next to my legs and examined my intimate area. Her fingers buried themselves in the soft pubic hair and she simply pulled on it. I wanted to scream but through the gag in my throat only a loud rattle came out. In addition, saliva began to flow from my mouth and dripped down my chin. There it fell onto my chest and slowly flowed downward following gravity. Also Ramona came to Jana and both took a careful look at my little friend who slowly started to build up blood and began to stand upright. At this moment I also saw in the mirror before me that my head was glowing like a ripe tomato. Naturally, this was incredibly embarrassing for me.
Ramona was the first one to go into full action and lifted my slowly hardening penis and pulled it sideways. Her expression changed and I recognized a slight grin on her lips. Also Jana had already noticed what was happening and both looked at this spectacle with a smile from close up. Through Ramona's touch it didn't get better. After a few seconds, my cock stood upright like an iron rod, which only made the two even more amused. They had fun by lightly hitting it from different directions and they were covered in laughter as it snapped back into its normal position.