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Chapter 10 - Jordyn learns His Place. "In the back." The fat man called Lewis had barely glanced up at Jordyn as he arrived. He had just grunted those words and pointed a pen he was using at the door of the back room of the store. Jordyn had seen men go to that door before. He'd been pretty sure what they were going to do there. The implication was clear. He felt his heart beat a little faster, the blood pump through his veins a little quicker. He opened the door and stepped in. A bed which was really only a mattress and a sheet. Another door off to a little wash basin and shower cubicle. He clearly hadn't been wrong about the room's function. How many times had men come back here? How many times had that bed been used? "Been a busy little boifag ain't ya?" Jerome's deep resonant voice made Jordyn jump a little. He hadn't heard the door open behind him but he heard it click closed now. Then a second click as the older man locked it. "I hear you enjoyed yourself with Spice. Then I see you've been posting that fine little hole of yours all over the net. Why did you do that?" Because Spice told him to. Because she said it would help get him fucked. Could he say that? What if Jerome didn't approve? "I don't know sir." "Was it Spice's idea?" "No - um, it was my idea." Jerome gave his low quiet laugh and shook his head a little as if he couldn't understand just how stupid Jordyn apparently thought he was. The boy felt the color rise in his cheeks. "Covering for Spice eh - well don't worry because that girl can surely look after herself. Just be aware that I know when you are capping and from now on there will be consequences. You get me?" Jordyn nodded. "Speak up faggot." Jerome's voice was suddenly harsh and unyielding. "Yes sir, I'm sorry sir." "So I'll help you out. You posted those pictures because you wanted attention, you wanted to attract real men to fuck that little hole of yours. To turn you from a wannabe into a true boifag slut. Right?" "Yes sir." "Lose the clothes." Jordyn didn't hesitate. He understood his place and the fact he wasn't sure what his Master had planned only made him more excited. "Now then, let's see what you've learned." Jerome waited a few seconds until the young man was naked. "I see you got your cage on - that's good." He clicked his fingers. Jordyn dropped to his knees with his hands behind his back and his mouth open. "Very good," said Jerome. Watched greedily by the would-be boifag he opened his pants and pulled out his big Black cock. "You want to suck this faggot?" "Yes sir, please sir." The desire was achingly obvious in Jordyn's words. Jerome meditatively stroked his hard shaft a couple of times and then held it up so his heavy balls were obvious to the younger man's hungry eyes. Jordyn couldn't take his eyes off them - even if he had wanted to. "You know what they full of don't you bitch?" "Cum," said Jordyn. He felt his head in something of a whirl, his excitement almost too much to handle. He was going to get to suck that wonderful big cock, maybe even... "Dumb little fucker - think again." The little edge of impatience was back in his Master's voice. "Black cum," said Jordyn but he knew what this man really wanted to hear and quickly corrected himself. "Poz cum." "Thass right - you're catching on." Jerome smiled the closest to a genuine smile he had yet shown. "None of that medicated bullshit. This is the real thing. Enriched by HIV, the bug, the kind of premium load that makes the magic happen inside dumb little sluts like you. Keep that mouth open." He tucked his cock back into his pants and moved forward. Jordyn was confused but felt frozen in place. Then he saw the man hawk up a great mouth full of saliva and then drop it slowly down towards Jordyn's open mouth. The apprentice boifag struggled to keep his mouth open but it was slimy and disgusting and it tasted rankly of tobacco. Half way through he ducked out of the way and coughed and retched. Once he regained his equilibrium he looked up into a face of stern fury. "Listen up you dumb as shit little faggot. When I or my people are giving you something, anything, you fucking take it you hear. Spit, cum, piss, whatever the fuck they want you to take you take it and smile and beg for more. Get up." Jordyn got back to his feet - a little shaken by just how furious the man was. A dark hand whipped up and slapped the younger man across the face. It hurt bad! "You fucking get it?" The man snarled right into his face. "Yes sir, yes sir, I get it." Jordyn was almost begging the man now - fearing another slap. "Best you do," grunted the man, "you EVER disrespect me or my people like that again and you'll get a damn sight worse than just a slap. Understood?" "Yes sir," gabbled Jordyn and he felt tears in his eyes and on his cheeks. "Dry your eyes cry baby. There's a lot worse can happen to a dumb little femboy." Jordyn wiped his eyes, hung his head in shame and waited for his Master to speak again. "So I guess you've forfeited the pleasure of sucking my cock today. Let's see what else Spice tried to teach you." Jerome clapped his hands once. Jordyn looked at the man and understood. His hesitation was only momentary. He got up onto the bed on his hands and knees, presenting his naked butt to the man. "I know what you want faggot. I've read that post of yours. I can arrange that for you - if I'm interested in doing what you want. It's just that maybe what you want doesn't matter. Looking at that sweet little hole maybe I think it can't wait. Maybe I just want to fuck it now, rip it up and drop a potent load good and deep. You got a problem with that?" Jordyn was scared now. Even in the moment, however, he understood that he wasn't scared by the prospect of being fucked, of being pozzed. No - he was scared that this man would fuck him now and then he could never fulfil his fantasy. He could never present himself, virginal and unspoiled, to the room of perverted sadistic Poz Daddies that he had dreamed of for so long. "Answer me you dumb fag bitch. You want to be fucked then wiggle that sweet little cracka booty for me and ask me nice." Thoughts raged through Jordyn's confused mind because Jordyn really wanted to be fucked, he was desperate to be fucked. To feel cock claim his hole, to be used for a man's pleasure. He had dreamed of it for so long and yet it would ruin his ultimate fantasy. What should he do? Then he remembered that Jerome was his Master and that Jerome knew best. Suddenly everything seemed so much simpler. He cautiously wiggled his butt a little. "Please fuck me Master Jerome, make me yours forever." A strong Black hand landed on his pale butt-cheek with considerable force. Jordyn flinched and heard the man behind him laugh. Then Jerome clapped his hands twice. Trying to ignore his stinging butt-cheek Jordyn obeyed the signal just as Spice had taught him. The young man flipped himself over to lie on his back on the bed. Then he bent his legs and grabbed hold of his thighs to hold them up so exposing his hole and offering it to his Master. Now he could see Jerome again and once more the man had exposed that beautiful, potent, cock of his. "Tell me what you want boy." "I want you to fuck me sir," Jordyn swallowed something hard and jagged. "I want you to fuck me and breed me sir. I want you to knock me up." "You acting like a young man who needs to be turned out. You know what 'turned out' means fagboy?" "Yes sir. Please turn me out sir - give me or sell me to your friends. I want to be your boifag whore." The excitement and passion was evident in every single one of those words. Jordyn felt that everything was beyond his control or wishes - he just needed this now. "Well," smiled Jerome and that smile was genuine, "I am a generous man so you'll be getting all you begging for. But shall we do it today as dumb little Jordyn or shall we do it later as BoiFagBarbie? You got thoughts about that faggot?" Jordyn knew what his answer had to be - knew it without a scintilla of doubt. "No sir. You decide sir - this hole belongs to you." "Thass right - so no more whoring around on the Breeding Zone. I'll get you all the cock you can handle and then a whole lot more. Don't you worry faggot your breaking-in party is going to be real special. You read what them men over there wanted to do to you?" Jordyn felt the blood in his cheeks. He had read them - every filthy desire of the denizens of the Breeding Zone. Every thing they had wanted to do to him. Had read each one many more times than just once. "Yeah, you dirty little faggot, you read them. Well you can do that - just remember that some of those boys are amateurs compared to the men I'm going to arrange for you. These men know how to really ruin a tight little hole. Just like you need to be ruined - that right fagboy?" "Yes sir." Jerome clicked his fingers again. Jordyn's legs shook as he stood so that he was relieved to soon be back kneeling in front of his Master, hands behind his back and mouth wide open. "What's your father's name?" "Mike." "What's' your Daddy's name?" Jordyn didn't understand the repetition. He frowned and repeated, "Mike." Jerome's hand moved to Jordyn's cheek but it didn't slap him. Instead it gently stroked the smooth young skin. "You know you are so fucking dumb that you kind of go straight through annoying and back to cute. So this time listen OK. What. Is. Your. Daddy's. Name." Suddenly Jordyn understood and smiled with relief and pleasure that he'd get it right this time. "Jerome sir!" "Fucking right," said Jerome, "and that's cool and all but you've done enough to earn a little promotion. Being your Daddy and your Master is fine but I'm thinking I want to own you." Another little shiver went through Jordyn and he marvelled at it. Even earlier in the week it would have been almost pure fear but now it was just adrenaline-fuelled excitement. "You mean like your pet sir?" Jerome gave his low rumble of a laugh. "Nah! A man cares for and loves his dog. More like just plain property. To use and enjoy exactly how I like. That sound good to you boy?" "I'm not sure sir?" "Well don't worry that pretty, empty, little head of yours - I'll do the thinking. Make all the decisions so it's good and easy for you. Just be clear there ain't no way back once I own you. What did that post of yours ask for? I'll make you become just what you want to be. Just the way you need to be. In return you give me - everything. You understanding that Jordyn?" Jordyn looked up at that dark brutal face. Asking for concessions from a face like that would be wasted breath, hoping for sympathy would be supremely futile. A man like Jerome took you and used you, used you until you broke or he got tired of you and tossed you away. Just like a fleshlight. He would just be a disposable and eminently replaceable human fucktoy. Jordyn read all of that in just one glimpse of the dark face, the glittering eyes and the cruel mouth. He read it all, understood it all and realised with a lurch of fear in his stomach that he wanted it all. Not for show, not as a game or a front or a fantasy but for real. "I think so." The man's mouth tightened in disapproval. "I think so sir," Jordyn hurriedly corrected himself. Jerome looked at him and casually lit a cigarette. He blew the smoke slowly out of his nostrils. "I doubt it. What you thinking? About some stories you read about brushes and blood-slams? Making sure you get what you deserve? That's for fucking amateurs. I work my bois the natural way. Maybe you get knocked up and maybe you don't. My methods are high risk but some can ride through a time or two before they get knocked up. It don't matter. When I've picked the right boi he just keeps coming back however many times it takes. Which is how it should be - you know why?" "No sir." "It ain't hard. For the rest of your life you'll know it wasn't no evil bastard with a brush or a needle made you what you'll be. It'll all be because you're a dumb little faggy boi slut. Dumb little faggy bois like playing with fire and when they play with me they end up getting burned. You'll know that all the way through and you'll know you could have stopped. But you was just too dumb, just too horny, just another little femboy hole begging to be destroyed. That's the way a true dumb little femboy like you really gets fucked up, body mind and soul, and that's why I like it. Now open that faggot mouth again." "Yes sir," said Jordyn and then felt Jerome's fingers seize his hair and ease his head back. This time when Jerome sent a great thick gobbet of saliva drooling down into Jordyn's mouth the femboy held it and swallowed it down as if it was the finest vintage wine. He maybe didn't relish it but he certainly did the little tap of approval on his cheek from the older man. "Remember you do your exercises and train that hole every day, video them and send them to me as proof. You'll get the rules and your instructions tomorrow." "On the forum?" "Damn but you are dumb. To your house stupid - you ain't forgotten I've got your name and details have you?" Jerome smiled a triumphant smile. "You'll have time to get yourself ready - it'll take awhile to get together enough of the sort of men you need to get this job done properly." The young man nodded and Jerome enjoyed the implicit submission. "Just remember boifag that now you belong to me and that hole stays virgin till I say so." "Yes sir," said Jordyn. He was desperate to be fucked, to be fucked hard and rough, but he knew it was better as his Owner suggested. Better to be a virgin when he was handed over to his Owner's friends. They would enjoy destroying him so much more. Jerome pulled Jordyn up to his feet. He looked closely into the younger man's eyes and Jordyn could not deny his old suspicion that the man could read his mind. Finally, after a few moments that seemed like hours, the Black man stepped back and nodded. "Now you my property you got anything to say?" "Yes sir." Jordyn had no doubt what he needed to say. "Thank you sir." Jerome smiled again - his new smile of triumph and possession. "Don't worry it will most certainly be my pleasure." Then he was gone and Jordyn was left naked and alone in the little room. He looked at his clothes but then noticed another bag with his name on it. He looked inside and saw that Spice had collected some gifts for him. He pulled on a pair of pink panties over his cage and then donned some lovely pastel pink knee-highs. They felt so good even when he had to hide them under his pants. He replaced his shirt with a pale-blue number decorated with flowers. He could hide the latter under his sweater. Then he saw a small box. He opened it and saw a necklace with a metal disc attached. He examined it and saw it was like the sort of thing you attached to a dog-collar. The words 'Property of Jerome' were marked clearly on it. Jordyn hesitated. Could he really wear that? After a moment he pulled it over his head and under his shirt. He felt the cool metal disc rest against his bare skin. It felt good and he knew his sweater could hide it as well. He'd just have to be careful when he was at home. But only for a short while. Soon everyone would know the truth.

Chapter 9 - A New Jordyn It was hard to believe it had all happened. It surprised him that he hadn't crashed on his drive home; his mind had been so filled with the events of the afternoon and evening. People and places he had never really believed he would experience; so different to all that had gone before in his sheltered, protected, young life. The lies to his parents had come easily when he had finally got back. They had swallowed them but they wouldn't always. Not that it mattered. He knew he wouldn't need to lie too much longer. Soon the real truth would be out there, undeniable and irreversible. Jordyn shivered a little as he sat on his bed. Jerome had that video of him sucking cock. The man had also taken a photo of his I.D. and so knew his real name, his home address, the college he attended. It had been so stupid of him. He really was at Jerome's mercy now. Jordyn knew what the man wanted from him and also knew what Jordyn himself had asked for. Now Jerome wouldn't accept less - Jordyn understood that as surely as he had ever understood anything. He was trembling now. It couldn't be real. It had to be one of his horny dreams and he would soon wake up, just as frustrated and desperate as ever. Except he felt the pressure, the painful restriction from his little dicklet as it strained to get hard. He checked his door was closed and then eased down his pants. There was the proof that this was no dream. It was as real as sin. He saw the pair of frilly pink girl's panties and as he pulled them off he saw the cage on his little penis. It wanted to get hard but the cage wouldn't let it and that felt strange and restrictive and - right. The key was in his pocket where Jerome had dropped it before driving off. There was a little bottle of lube too - a present from the Black man. Though he knew he'd end up paying for anything the man gave him - paying with his sweet little femboy pussy. The shivers of fear had become shivers of excitement. Nothing had ever got him horny like thinking about Jerome and Wolf and what they would do to him. They and their friends. How many friends? He'd just be a piece of lovely little fuckmeat to them - a sacrifice to their potent masculinity. They'd use him and they'd ruin him. Without hesitation, sympathy or mercy. Jordyn's hand shook as he reached into his pocket and pulled out the lube. He left the key where it was. He was horny as fuck and he knew the rules - when he was horny or with Jerome he had to wear the cage. This wasn't about his dicklet it was all about his hole. Making it ready for real men to ruin. He lubed up his fingers and gently pushed one into his own ass. It felt good, not as good as when Jerome had done it but good none the less. He pushed a little harder and felt a slight discomfort. He let his mind go back to being bent over the garbage behind a seedy porn store. He let the horniness and pleasure wash into and merge with any pain. That was the cocktail he wanted and needed. The special place Jerome had first taken him to. There would be many more experiences like that - he had so much to learn. Jordyn's finger was joined by another and he was fingering his hole hard and fast when his clitty shot its load into the cage. He knew he could go on if he wanted but perhaps not tonight. Now he needed to take the cage off and clean it and himself. There would be many more times in the future now that he knew how a faggy femboy like himself was meant to cum. Now he knew just how right it felt. *** He was outside the store early the next afternoon. It was still locked and no-one was there. He waited for five minutes until another vehicle arrived and a feminine figure got out to unlock the door, sending him a bright little wave. "You must be Jordyn. I'm Spice - we have a couple of hours before opening. Don't look so nervous sweetie." Spice was an inch or two taller than Jordyn and perhaps a year or two older. She had a rather gawky gothic presence and Jordyn had to admit that he found her a little intimidating. Her hair was peroxide-blonde leaving obvious dark roots and her scarlet lipstick and dark eye-makeup were very obvious against her pale skin. She wore her white blouse open at the neck to reveal a heavy Black leather collar that matched her boots and her knee-length skirt. Once inside Spice hung up her combat jacket and turned to examine Jordyn more carefully. She frowned a little. "You normally wear that outfit?" Jordyn nodded. "That's a waste sweetie. We can do a lot better than that!" Jordyn felt confused and a little alarmed as Spice began to undress him. He didn't know what to do. Spice wore her look well but Jordyn had never been into girls. Nevertheless he hadn't the confidence to say 'no' or to resist as she rapidly stripped him down to his pink panties. "You might like to take those off yourself," said Spice with a devilish little smile, "you've such a cute little body I might not be able to keep my hands off you." Jordyn looked at her like a rabbit caught in the headlights and the girl laughed again, a strangely brittle sort of laugh. "C'mon sweetie - we have work to do!" Jordyn obeyed without further hesitation. Even a girl like this seemed able to dominate him. Now he was naked and feeling very vulnerable. Spice wasn't pleased. "You must be very new." A pale finger pointed at Jordyn's limp penis. "Why would I want to see that? Where's your cage?" Jordyn found it and secured it in place - he had practised a couple of times the previous night and so it was easy, especially since the shop wasn't exactly warm. Spice beamed with pleasure, her light blue eyes sparkling with mischief. "You are so lucky. That cage makes it look like you haven't got a dick at all." She lifted her skirt. "I'm bigger so I have to make do with one of these." Jordyn's eyes almost popped out of his head. Spice wore a little pink plastic cage that wasn't flat like his but rather formed the shape of a penis. "You're a man," he blurted out. "Fuck that," said Spice. "I'm a girl and don't you forget it. Just I'm a girl with something extra." Jordyn had been fooled entirely. Even now looking carefully he could barely see the young man Spice had once been - before she had become her true self. "You look amazing," was all Jordyn could say. A pleased grin replaced the momentary annoyance that had been on Spice's face. "Thanks sweetie and now we need to get to work. You have preferences or should I just give you what Jerome prefers?" "What Jerome likes." The answer came automatically. It was weird but Jordyn felt a kindred spirit with Spice, a closeness he hadn't really felt with anyone before. It was clear Spice was being herself and didn't give a fuck what anyone thought about it. Jordyn wished he could be like Spice - perhaps with her help he could be. "I've known Jerome a while but Lewis made sure he knew I'm a lesbian. How on earth did you meet him?" That question carried an implicit sub-text. 'How did a vanilla normie like you meet a man like Jerome?' Jordyn didn't like that - people hadn't understood who he was for all his young life. He wanted Spice to understand. "We met online. I asked Jerome to ruin me." Spice had the natural air of a person who very few things surprised. However, she was surprised now. "You really asked him that?" "I need someone to take charge and help the world understand the real me. I need to be with a group of dominant men who know how to ruin me, on camera, so no-one can ever deny who I really am again. I need to be destroyed. Do you think Jerome can do that?" "You've met him haven't you - what do you think? Did he fuck you?" Jordyn shook his head. "No - he took me to meet a man called Wolf." Actually to be shown to a man like Wolf but that didn't sound so good. Spice sniffed a little. "Wolf is OK so long as you understand he'd sell that sweet hole of yours to a bunch of smelly homeless guys in an instant. Well, cute like you are if Jerome didn't fuck you its because he has plans for you. Think all you asked for - plus anything extra he can think up." Her eyes seemed to bore into his very soul. "It wouldn't be the first time - though usually they don't come begging for it. You really sure that's what you want?" "More sure than anything." He felt his lip tremble at the admission. Spice took his hand in hers - a welcome gesture of support. "Well if you're sure. At least I can ensure that when you get trashed you'll look fucking gorgeous!" Jordyn returned her smile. It felt good to tell someone who he really was and it felt even better that Spice didn't try to 'talk sense' to him. He had enough stupid doubts and fears without having other people loading theirs onto him. Then Spice got to work. *** If you wanted to learn then you went to someone who knew. Spice rapidly ran Jordyn through all the tedious necessities of preparing himself for his men. Keeping his body nice and smooth and hairless, keeping his hole nice and clean and fresh, what he could use to prepare his tight little femboy hole for its grand opening. She packed up a little set of toys and lube for him to work with. Then a set of exercises to keep his trim little twink body and that bubble booty both at their best However, first Spice had helped him find a new look. Jordyn had let his hair grow a little longer and Spice had tutted and fussed and styled it. Just a few changes but they made a difference. Then the outfit. Spice had found him some black and white sneakers, long black socks that came up to just above his knee, a short-sleeved grey crop top with a low neckline and a pair of black booty shorts to cover his pink frilly panties. Jordyn looked in the full-length mirror and felt something he couldn't remember feeling before. He felt that he was looking at himself - his real self. A boy, yes, but not a boy that fitted into the macho masculine stereotype. "Will you wear that to college tomorrow?" Spice's question was a loaded one. Dread swept through Jordyn. He'd never be able to go home like this, to go to college like this! He just looked at Spice and his look told her what she expected. "Baby steps sweetie. But it's a shame - you look so fucking cute! Meantime you can surely do better than that horrible look you had when you got here." Spice taught him how a boy could be himself - even under the noses of others. How he could wear his leggings or even sheer hose under his pants and how those pants could be of a more feminine cut. How an over-sized hoodie could hide wearing a girl's shirt underneath or even something more obviously meant for females. How color could make such an impact. How he could use clear lip-gloss and nail polish and wear subtle jewellery - again hidden by his clothing. Baby steps, as Spice said, but his first steps. There was so much to learn but it was so exciting! "You can be as feminine or just as much of a femboi as you like - just get to where you feel comfortable, to where you feel yourself. Not everyone can be quite as fabulous as me after all!" Spice's elfin face beamed at him in the mirror. She had enjoyed playing dress up with him. "Just ease those shorts off again sweetie." Jordyn dropped the little black booty shorts and then felt her hands on him as he leaned over to push the shorts down. Long black-painted finger-nails on his hips and then the feeling of warm breath on his butt. "Since I got you nice and clean it seems a waste not to enjoy such a delicious booty." Jordyn's whole body reacted as he felt the warm wetness of a tongue where no tongue had been before. It felt amazing and it only got better as Spice spread his cheeks and began to go to town on eating his ass. Sensations Jordyn had never even imagined let alone experienced. He arched his back and thrust his butt out to encourage more of Spice's talents. He closed his eyes and felt his whole body shudder in appreciation - savoured the restricting pressure of his cage that now comprised his sexual arousal. It was so exciting, so stimulating, such a new experience. It could only end one way. Jordyn gasped loudly, his breath reduced to ragged almost sobs, as his clitty dribbled through its cage. The stimulation of his hole ended and he heard Spice's little laugh. "You cum like that before?" Jordyn told her and Spice was delighted. "That's cool - can I see the video. I bet you looked great!" "I didn't take a video." Spice frowned and shook her head in semi-mock disapproval. "Always film yourself sweetie. How are you going to get all those cocks you are wanting if you don't advertise? Let me show you." Spice fetched her phone and tapped through to an account on a site Jordyn had seen before. Pictures and videos of Spice herself. In various dress or undress, with other women, trans or otherwise. "Check out the followers," said Spice proudly. "I've got a paid tier too but you just need to get yourself out there at the moment. The rest follows." She checked out the look on Jordyn's face and laughed again. "It's easy! Give me your phone." A couple of minutes later and there was an account set up simply as 'BoiFagBarbie'. The young man followed his new friend's advice and posed for a picture or two in his new outfit. Then with his shorts pulled down and his back arched to push out that bubble booty of his - just as he had when Spice had been eating him out. Spice used his phone again and then returned it. "See the 'post' button - press it and those images will be online for the world to see - well some of the pervier parts of it anyway." She looked at him and Jordyn could see that Spice was in no doubt that he would press that button. He still couldn't help saying, "Is it a good idea?" "Well," she answered, "it is if you want to get that sweet little hole of yours well and truly fucked." Jordyn pressed the button. *** Back home it was again hard to imagine that it had been real. He knew just what his parents and their friends would think of someone like Spice. But at the time it had all felt so right. The shaving, the prep work, the dressing up, learning the exercises. It had all felt so right - so relevant to who he really was in a way that college never had. He fetched his phone and found that site. His pictures looked good and he saved a copy of each. Then he went to the BZ and posted the same pictures there in a new gallery. He gave it a title. 'Doesn't this sweet hole just need to be WRECKED!' That evening as he ate his meal he couldn't get his mind off those pictures and the men who would be checking them out even now. Spice hadn't been worried about hiding who he was. His face was right there on screen in most of them. Anyone could see him there. It was so fucking exciting! Did his parents notice anything? Perhaps - but he didn't much care. As soon as possible he was back in his room with his door safely closed as he scrolled on his phone. There were responses. Quite a few responses. He was about to read them when a notification flashed on screen. It was Jerome! 'Saw the pics - I'm guessing that was Spice's idea. You got a busy day tomorrow?' It would be an important project day at college. He messaged back, 'No - why?' 'You need to be at the usual place at four and remember - that sweet little ass of yours belongs to me. Understand fag?' "Yes sir - I'll be there.' He saw Jerome log off the conversation. Had Jerome been pleased with him or had he been angry? It was hard to tell. What would happen tomorrow? He let the question drift out of his mind - that was for Jerome to decide. Meanwhile he had those responses to his pictures to read. ***

Chapter 8 - Recruitment incentives "Lewis runs that adult bookstore back there. He'd been telling me Kyle had lost it but I didn't know how much till today. Planned on him training you up a little but fuck that. You'll have to come over at two tomorrow. Spice still got most of their fucking brains working. Can give you an idea of what's expected. Meanwhile if Kyle ain't no use to me or Lewis then it's time I moved him on." The older man seemed absolutely unconcerned that he was telling Jordyn all of this. The young fag instinctively knew why. This was a man whose supremacy was obvious and undeniable. You didn't tell tales on men like this. You also didn't deny men like this - anything. Jordyn felt the fear rising within him now. All that he knew about this man was the name he had chosen to tell him and the fact that he loved to really fuck up dumb little fags. Dumb little fags like Jordan - sorry Jordyn - himself. He knew all that but he had still handed over his I.D. He knew all that but he had still got into this man's car. Now he was going he didn't know where to do he didn't know what. There was one more thing he knew about this man. Jerome had read the post he had made on the BZ. The one he had poured his whole heart and soul, his every deepest most hidden desire, into. The one where he had begged a man to take charge of him and to ruin him - totally and without mercy. It was what he wanted - he knew that. However, he knew he might be really close to getting just what he had asked for and it scared him. Had him almost shaking in his seat, a blatant proof of his weakness. Just more evidence that he could never be a real man like Jerome. His mind had been racing but his eyes had also been taking in the view through the windows of the Lexus. It wasn't any sort of reassurance. Going to the store he had thought all of his parents' terrible stories about the city were exaggerated. Now he wasn't so sure. They had passed block after block of project housing, seen the gang tags on every available surface, passed little groups of young African-American men on the corners. This had to be what they called the 'ghetto' and Jordyn felt horribly out of his element here. The man beside him laughed his low mirthless laugh. "Feeling nervous boy? "Yes sir," admitted Jordyn. "You should be," flatly confirmed the man who called himself Jerome, "but while you're with me no-one else is gonna fuck you up. I'm known around here." There was lot of emphasis on that 'known'. That one word just sent another burst of thrill and fear through Jordyn. He was so far out of his comfort zone, so hopelessly out of his depth, that it felt crazy. Every fleeting thought, every ragged breath, had a weight and a meaning that they had never had before. He felt so - alive - with this man. The misery and boredom of living at home, of growing up under the eye of his parents, of having to be who others wanted him to be. That was all gone - all left two-dimensional and monochrome by the sensations rushing through him now. The adrenaline enriching his bloodstream hit him as never before. It was so dangerous, so frightening, so intense, yet he knew that he wanted more, that he needed more. After experiencing this he couldn't go back to who he had tried to be, to living that shadow life. He had to be the real him, Jordyn aka BoiFagBarbie. The buildings they passed now were largely derelict row-houses, their doors and windows sealed with metal shutters. Here and there he saw that a residence had been burned out. A couple of blocks of such unpopulated desolation and then the car turned and slowed as it entered a street where Jordyn did again see people. At intervals there were women in ones and twos. Their dress and attitude didn't leave much doubt even in Jordyn's mind as to who they were. They were all either African-American or Latina and they were street hookers. About the lowest of the low so far as society, especially his parents, were concerned. Jordyn tried not to stare but noticed one thing. The women dropped their exaggeratedly seductive struts and smiles when they recognised the vehicle. They knew the driver and knew he wasn't a john. Jerome chuckled and for the first time seemed genuinely amused. "You got eyes like fucking saucers fagboy. You'll soon learn. Every world has its rules. The girls here and the white girls a street over and the rent boys in the connecting street. They all here so they can do their thing - keep out of the way of the regular folk. City leaves them be so long as they stay invisible. Just a raid now and then, a night in the cells and a fine maybe, just to keep up appearances like." The Lexus took a turn into the connecting street and sure enough there were young men. Jerome laughed again. "A whole different world here. The girls, the rent boys, the trans hookers - all got their own places and their own codes. Ain't much unites them except looking down on Fountains. Which is where we are about to be." The vehicle made a last turn This was a smaller, shorter, street and there were fewer hookers plying their trade but true to Jerome's words they were all of a type. Not quite like the trans street-walkers they had passed. These were clearly young men under their make-up and despite sometimes wearing feminine clothes. The Lexus pulled to a halt and on cue a shadow seemed to emerge from an unlit corner. It was a man in his early fifties, unless a hard life had aged him prematurely. He looked out of place among the simpering pretty boys but Jordyn still instinctively knew that Fountains was this man's world. "Jerome - it's been a while." The man's voice had the same rasping quality as that of Jerome himself, the result no doubt of decades of cigarettes. Like Jerome he was also thin almost skinny, but with an obvious toughness about him. Otherwise there were distinct differences between the two men. Jerome was a proud lion, the obvious apex of his ecosystem. This man looked more sly, more feral, he was unimaginable outside of these decaying city streets. He was African-American but with a lighter skin-tone than that of Jerome. "But we both still here Wolf my man. Business good?" Wolf shrugged expressively. "Not so bad but I'm guessing if you here that means you wanting a favor yeah?" The words were spoken without accusation or annoyance. It was crystal clear that these two men had known each other very well for a long time. Wolf led the way as the Lexus pulled off the street and into a barely lit space behind a derelict rowhouse. If the porn store's back lot had seemed out of sight then this place was truly invisible. Out of sight and out of mind - just like Jerome had suggested. The driver signalled to Jordyn to stay put as he himself got out of his car to talk to his friend. "You know Kyle, been with Lewis, I'm looking to find him a new place." Wolf spat expressively onto the floor and lit a fresh cigarette. "What the fuck man. You don't think I got enough fucking tweakers. A couple of years back I could have done something with him but his fucking brains are mush. Put him in one of my places and he'll cause trouble. Send him escorting and he'll lose me customers." Jerome lit his own cigarette. "How long you been in this business? You know that little fag real well behaved so long as he got a cock in his hole or the prospect of one. Maybe no good for escorting but he can work here and you can keep him at it long hours. Boy on the street ain't causing no trouble at home." "Little fucker wouldn't last long. Maybe a couple of years if he's lucky." Wolf looked hard at Jerome, even in the darkness his black eyes were intense. Jerome gave an expressive shrug and sheltered as his upbringing had been Jordyn understood that shrug. Jerome and Lewis were done with the boy - once with Wolf he wasn't their concern or even of interest to them. Jordyn felt a little shiver run right through him at just how casually that shrug had been delivered. Wolf snorted, blowing a long plume of smoke into the night air. "Even so..." Jerome smiled a knowing smile. "Yeah like you'd turn down two year's clear profit on that hole. But I'll play the game. I got a little incentive for you. Got plans for a breaking-in party." He tapped on the hood of his car and gestured to Jordyn. Jordyn's legs felt shaky as he got out of the car and felt Wolf's attention turn onto him. He was only a couple of inches taller than Jordyn himself but the pimp's eyes shared the commanding power of Jerome's and those eyes were checking him out. "This is Jordyn. You gonna lie to me and tell me you ain't interested?" Wolf paused and drew cigarette smoke deep into his lungs. "Cute little fucker for sure but he looks a little basic, a little vanilla. He know what he's getting into? He know what we do to cute little fuckers like him?" "Tell him what you want Jordyn." That cold smile was back on Jerome's face now, the smile of assured domination. Jordyn tried to summon up some saliva into his dry mouth. "I want you and your friends to fuck me, to ruin me, to wreck my tight little hole and make the world understand who I really am." Well he surely had Wolf's interest now. The older man moved up close to Jordyn. He clicked his fingers. Jerome laughed. "He ain't trained yet." "Well it's time he fucking started," growled Wolf. "On your knees faggot." Jordyn got down on his knees in front of a much older Black man for the second time that evening. He tentatively reached for Wolf's pants. Wolf's hand cuffed him on the back of the head. Not very hard but surely enough to feel it. "Hands behind your back you dumb fag." Jordyn obeyed, his head still ringing a little. "I click my fingers you get in that position. Understood? Fuck up and you know what happens. I been in this game a while. I know how to not leave visible marks and if you lose a few thousand brain cells what the fuck does that matter. You only need to know how to look pretty, suck, fuck and take cum. That right?" "Yes sir," responded Jordyn. Wolf eased down his pants and shorts, just enough to release his cock. It was almost a match for Jerome's. Long and thick and potent with masculine power. "What you waiting for?" Just like that, as if it was nothing, Jordyn opened his mouth and took that Big Black Cock inside. His first time sucking cock. It should have been a big moment, a turning point in his life. Instead it just felt natural and inevitable. When a boy like Jordyn was with men like Jerome and Wolf then he was going to end up sucking cock, he was going to end up doing a lot more than just sucking cock. It was just the way things were. He'd imagined doing it a thousand times and now he tried to do his best. Tried to conjure up more spittle to make it good and wet for his man. "Watch them fucking teeth," growled Wolf, "or I'll knock them out of your head." "So you interested in helping ruin his tight little fag cunt?" That was Jerome Jordyn didn't hear the answer but he didn't need to. All his concentration was focused on sucking that beautiful Black cock. He felt like he had been made for this, that this was why he had been put on Earth. To give pleasure to men like Wolf and Jerome. He felt a hand on the back of his head. Not cuffing him this time but just holding him, a gesture of possession, of control. Fuck but he loved that! Jerome spoke again. "Best thing about little femboy faggots is what real men's cum does to them. Every drop they swallows just frazzles their fucking brain cells a little bit more. Every bit of hesitation, every bit of doubt, every bit of free will - all burned out by that special seed. Till he's had so much he's just a mindless little faggot, just holes for men to fuck and breed." As Jerome spoke Wolf took Jordyn's head in both hands and began to pump his hard shaft deep into the younger man's mouth. Jordyn wanted to bring his hands up from behind his back but he fought not to. Tried to relax and stop himself choking on all that meat in his mouth. Rode the experience until Wolf's fingers tightened in Jordyn's hair and pulses of thick cum shot into his mouth and over his tongue. Again he tried to keep himself in the zone, to ignore the unfamiliar taste of the man's cum in his mouth, to avoid gagging or choking. As Wolf stepped back Jordyn finally had to surrender to his need to cough. He quickly pulled a hand up to cover his mouth as he did so. Making sure he didn't lose any of that potent cum. "That's it boy - don't let none go to waste. You need to swallow all that cum if you gonna be a mindless little faggot fuckhole. Thass right aint it?" Jordyn looked up at Jerome and for the first time noticed the phone in his hand. The man was filming him but Jordyn found he only hoped he had put on a good show. It came naturally to him to open his mouth for the camera and let it see the heavy load of cum there. Then to carefully, very carefully, close his mouth and swallow it all down. He couldn't help smiling as he then reopened his mouth to show Jerome and his camera that it was empty now. "Little fucker has potential," said Wolf tucking his cock away. "So you'll take Kyle and help break this one in. Be like old times. Double-teaming a dumb little cunt like BoiFagBarbie here." Wolf laughed and nodded before turning and heading back to his patch. Soon they were once more in the Lexus and headed back through the streets. Back to normal life which for Jordyn now was the parking lot of a porn store. He was lost in his own thoughts, processing all that had happened, Jerome only spoke as they arrived. "You done OK for a dumb sissy fag. Be back here at two tomorrow." He was supposed to be in college tomorrow afternoon but Jordyn knew that he would be skipping classes. He knew what was important and where he needed to be

Chapter 7 - Jordan and Jordyn The man handed the license back and tapped it with a long finger. "You are Jordan Myers huh." Jordan nodded. What else was he supposed to do? "Like fuck you are faggot," said the man. "Now Jordan - that's a man's name in my book. You don't look like no fucking man - maybe a faggy boy but no way a man." He leaned across and grasped Jordan's wrist. His grip was like iron and proved that, whatever his age, the aura of strength and power given off by the man was no delusion. Pulling the smaller and weaker Jordan behind him the man strode round to the back of the store, out of the vision of anyone arriving there. Jordan didn't resist - resisting a man like that didn't seem either smart or likely to get you anything but big trouble. The back of the store housed the garbage dumpsters and then a space of empty land, grown rank with weeds. Beyond was the derelict works with its many windows all broken and redolent of desolation and decay. There was no-one around and no-one to see whatever happened here. "This is kinda my office for things like this," said the man, "nice and private." His smile wasn't reassuring. "Show me faggy boy - show me how you're claiming to be a man, to grade as a Jordan. Take off that fucking top." Jordan stripped off his top. He was too scared, too excited, too almost out of his mind to even think of refusing. This man had a natural authority, a gravitas that made Jordan himself feel so weak, so helpless, so insignificant. Some people controlled a situation and some lost control of it. That was just the way things were. It was terrifying but that didn't mean it wasn't right, that it wasn't natural. The cooler air made Jordan's nipples stand proud. The man nodded. "Flat chested bee-stinged bitch ain't ya but I'm saying you still way too weak and puny for anyone to call you a man. Lose the fucking pants and anything else you wearing down there - let me see what you got to offer." Jordan undid his pants and let them drop. His cock was hard even if it was a little too small to be obvious through his underwear. The man made a gesture and Jordan dropped them too. His little pink penis stood hard and at attention, almost a full three inches. The man looked at him and laughed. "See boy - you ain't no man. A man has a cock." He stepped forward and eased down his own pants and shorts. Oh fuck! Nine inches of thick coal-black cock and it wasn't even fully hard yet. Jordan saw that it was still growing and it didn't care about the cool air. It was ready to claim a hungry faggot hole. The man came up close to Jordan and put the hard warm meat of his cock against Jordan's tiny pink penis. "Now this is a cock faggot. What you have is maybe a clitty. So why are you pretending to be Jordan. Jordan is a man's name. Girls and sissy femboys they ain't called Jordan - they are called Jordyn. You hear me faggot. Spelled J - O - R - D - Y - N. Now you want me to treat you like Jordan or you want me to treat you like Jordyn. How you spelling it?" It was humiliating but the humiliation was an excitement in itself. Despite being overshadowed and disgraced his little penis was still hard as a rock. Besides, that story had been in his mind so much. The ruined femboi bride was called Jordyn and he so desperately wanted to be that dumb little sissy proudly wiggling his butt as he walked in heels to his total destruction. "I am Jordyn sir. J - O - R - D - Y - N." The man was smiling again but there was still no warmth in it. Just triumph and a certain satisfaction. "See boy - you are learning. Like I said your real education starts now. Next lesson is what is worth a fuck and what ain't no use to no-one." He hitched his pants back up but halted Jordyn's effort to do the same with a glare. Then the man reached in his pocket and withdrew something metallic. His hand went to Jordyn's little penis, bravely standing tall, and the young man felt the cold of the metal against his shaft. A cold liquid spread over his exposed flesh. Jordyn gasped and he felt his penis shrink. To a semi and then to a dangling useless worm in a few seconds. The man produced a thin elasticated belt of pink material. "Put that on." Jordyn obeyed. While Jordan might have hesitated or considered Jordyn had a much less complicated existence - he just had to obey. He stepped into the belt and pulled it up snug. There was a weird round metal ring and he wondered where ir was supposed to go. "Typical dumb femboy," laughed the man, "put your clitty and balls through it. Shouldn't be too hard with that tiny little thing." His balls were rather more difficult but after a little fumbling he managed it and then his soft meat followed more easily. What now? He was rather grateful for the cool air keeping his penis, sorry his clitty, nice and limp. The man had something else now - some sort of a device. He stepped up and with dextrous, practised, fingers fitted that something onto the ring and over Jordyn's cowering clitty. A couple of twists with a piece of metal and the device was locked into place. Jordyn looked down at himself with some shock. He had heard of cock cages but not like this. It simply left his exposed balls and then a flat pink metal surface perforated with holes. "What..." was all he could say. "No-one wants to see that little thing. No fucking use to anybody. Just a fucking distraction from what really matters. You femboys need to leave that clitty alone, to learn how boi fags truly get their pleasure. From now on if you with me or even if you just getting horny then you put that cage on." Jordyn thought about the consequences of that and felt his penis try to grow only to meet the firm unmoving restriction of his new cage. Didn't that prove just how weak he really was, why his pretending to be a real man was such a joke? Again he felt the curious and slightly uncomfortable feeling of his penis trying and failing to grow in his cage. "Yes sir," he said as he pulled his underpants up, looked down and saw the smooth front left by his new cage. Just like barbie! The man was watching his every move. It was intimidating - as if the man could read his mind. Perhaps he could if he had 'trained' lots of other little fag bois like Jordyn. "Now we dealt with that sorry excuse we'll try it again. Show me what you got to offer," Jordyn felt stupid. He didn't understand. "Dumb fucking faggot. Turn round, lean forward and grab that dumpster behind you." The man's voice was harsh, impatient. Jordyn didn't care. Now he knew what to do! He turned round, leaned forward and grabbed the dumpster. He heard a click and then glancing back he saw the man held a flick-knife with its wicked blade revealed. "No-one told you to cover up." A swift movement of the blade and his sole garment was on the floor, ruined. "Now let's see what you really got to offer - you saying this is a cherry hole boy." Strong fingers were on his butt, pulling his cheeks apart and leaving his asshole exposed and very, very, vulnerable. "Yes sir - cherry for you sir." He tried to keep the tremor out of his voice but didn't entirely succeed. He was scared down to his very marrow. This man was going to do just exactly what he wanted with him. "You know what a sweet little hole like this makes a real man want to do don't you BoiFagBarbie." "I think so sir." That dry smoker's laugh of his sounded behind Jordyn. "Makes a real man want to fuck it. You know that don't you fag boy?" "Yes sir." The tremor in his words was undeniable now. The man's right hand moved up Jordyn's body and grabbed him by the scruff of the neck, forcing his head down towards the over-filled dumpster's opening. "Arch that back and spread them legs femboy. Let a man know you're here to be ruined." Jordyn did just that and the pungent sickly sweetness of the garbage hit his nostrils as his head was pushed further down by the man's strong right hand. Normally he would have been disgusted, maybe even have vomited, but now there were other things crowding all else from his mind. He felt the man move up behind him and he knew he was going to be fucked. For the first time in his life he was going to get fucked! By a filthy poz Black pervert old enough to be his grandfather! He gripped the trash can hard as he felt his legs weaken a little with the excitement. He flinched as he again felt the touch of cool liquid and then something else, the feeling of warm-flesh against his own. He knew what it was - the long, thick, hard, shaft of the man's cock as he pushed it over the perfect smooth curve of Jordyn's booty. The head of the cock nosed at his asshole and Jordyn tensed up hard. He waited to feel the pain as the man thrust home. He was rewarded only with that low rumble of a laugh. "Thass real sweet boi pussy you got there Jordyn. Might even be cherry like you say. Not many miles on it for sure but I can guarantee I'll soon change that. What you have here," he tapped his hard cock against Jordyn's hungry hole, "is what we call a money-maker and its a money-maker that's in heat ain't it young Jordyn." "Yes sir," said Jordyn, his voice cracking now with excitement. "A little hole just aching to be ruined. I fuck you now and I'll rip you apart. You know that don't you." "Yes sir," whimpered Jordyn and he couldn't help himself, he even wiggled his sweet little butt a little. "You want me to fuck you, nut up you once I've torn you up good." "Yes sir," Jordyn's voice was quiet but not so quiet the man didn't hear him. Also not so quiet that Jordyn would ever be able to deny having said it. "Dumb little sissy fag," the man's hand landed sharply on Jordyn's exposed butt cheek. "Don't you know cherry neg hole is at a serious double premium. That's why I'm in charge here. Dumb horny in heat femboys ain't got no business sense. All they care about is getting their cherry busted and waiting on the fever." "Yes sir," admitted Jordyn. "But we both know this boi pussy is mine now. That you owe me the pleasure of ruining this little faggot cunt of yours. We both know that now don't we?" The man's voice had an authority that you couldn't even imagine denying. "Yes sir." "That's a debt you owe me BoiFagBarbie and I always collect on my debts. But for now I saw this inside and it made me think of you." The hand was off Jordyn's neck but the young man didn't move. A small open bottle was flourished in front of him. The label said, 'Dumb Bitch Juice.' The man's other hand landed softly on Jordyn's face, closing his left nostril. "Breathe it in fag boy." Jordyn tentatively sniffed. It didn't smell too bad. "Snort it hard - prove what a dumb bitch you are." The edge was back in the man's voice. Jordyn sniffed hard at the top of the bottle and this time it hit. Almost immediately. He gasped and felt the sensations flowing through his body, a strange heat and something else. The man had moved fast and before Jordyn knew it he felt the pressure on his hole again. This time he wasn't tensed and this time he felt something enter his body. He gasped at the sensation. There was pleasure there but it was also undeniable that it hurt. "Two fingers in that cherry butt femboy. Even with the lube it hurts don't it?" Jordyn nodded but he didn't try to pull away. Instead he tried to relax, to let the man's fingers explore more easily and freely. It did hurt some but it also felt really good. he was also aware that his penis was again trying to grow in its cage. Sensations of pleasure, pain and arousal seemed to be coming at his brain from every direction. "Yeah" said the man, "you just relax - let old Jerome inspect his new fucktoy." Jordyn did just that - felt the pleasure grow and absorb the pain. Felt the pleasure start to be the new reality. The man's free hand reached under him and found Jordyn's right nipple, hard as diamond with his arousal. Rough dark fingers grasped the pale flesh, mercilessly tugged and then squeezed it. Sharp lancing pain made the young man gasp even as he realised that it only made his arousal grow. The man's fingers moved in his new boy pussy, playing Jordyn like a musical instrument. Old Jerome had broken in a lot of young faggots. He knew what he had to do. His long fingers found the dumb little slut's fag button and exerted some gentle pressure. It didn't take long. "Oh my God!" Jordyn howled into the night as he felt his brain seem to explode and his legs shake uncontrollably. The man held him in place even as Jordyn felt his caged penis cum a long stream of weak boifag jizz down onto the cracked concrete. "Oh my fucking God." Jerome didn't let up on the little fag till he was real sure the boi had got the point but finally he asked, "Ever felt like that before?" "No sir," admitted Jordyn, his face still flushed. "Like I said - your clitty ain't worth shit. For fags like you the hole is where all the action is. You got that boi?" "Yes sir," said Jordyn. "Right - we got a little business to do next. Put these on and get in the car." He reached in his pocket and tossed to Jordyn a pair of pink frilly girl's panties. Jordyn pulled them on and admired the way his new cage made them look just right on him. He knew he really should be headed home but the man, who'd called himself Jerome, was holding open the door of a Lexus. Jordyn took a step towards the open door. "You ain't gonna put your pants on?" There was a certain humor in the man's voice but his smile was no warmer than previously. Jordyn rushed to pull on his pants and then scuttled across to get in the car. "Dumb little faggot," said Jerome as he ruffled the femboy's hair before closing the door and walking round to the driver's seat. They had places to go and people to see.

Chapter 6 - Meeting His Destiny Jordan looked at his phone as it lay there and remembered the words of the man. His mind was racing, out of control, knowing that that this couldn't possibly be happening, that it SHOULDN'T be happening. Then he remembered the man's voice - his clear sense of authority and power was irresistible. Undeniable. There was only the question of what he could offer to a man like that. He knew what he wanted to offer and he knew what the man wanted from him - he also knew that both answers were the same. He couldn't, he daren't. It was insane and yet... Jordan opened his message window and typed out his response. He thought about sending it but hesitated. Not because his doubts had got the better of him, he was far too excited for that, rather because he had a better idea. That voice on the other end of the phone demanded more and deserved more. His new idea would be perfect and he wanted to do it for the man. He left the window open on his screen. He realised that his whole body was trembling with excitement, the adrenaline super-charging his blood as it rushed through his body. He hadn't the clothes for THAT photograph yet but maybe he could do better. Breathing fast he stripped off all of his clothes. At that moment he caught a glimpse of himself in the tall mirror on his closet door. He admired his pale slim body, turned and was especially pleased with the hourglass shape that his thin waist and wide hips produced. His prominent bubble butt had always been his pride even if, until now, he'd sort of felt the need to disguise it. Not now and maybe never again. "Man - I really do look like a barbie doll." He giggled as he said it but at the same time he knew what had to be done. He grabbed his phone and used it as a camera, carefully positioning himself so that he could see his screen but the device blocked his face. Then he switched his phone to record video and he began to read from the screen in his best faggy voice. ”I offer you my complete and utter submission… I want to give myself to you completely. Total and absolute control. I want to worship you for eternity. I don’t know how I am so certain about my true purpose in this life. All I know is that I’ve never been more sure of anything in my entire existence. This is my purpose." Now he could look back at his own image on his phone, the image he was recording. He had to admit that he looked cute as fuck. He thought he could look even hotter. Jordan made a supremely faggy limp-wristed wave to the camera and then threw his hips to one side. His tiny dick was rock hard but it was barely noticeable on screen and that sort of seemed right. He paused a little and then thrust his hips back to give his bubble butt the most delicious little wiggle. That was where the attention needed to be! This was the moment of truth and Jordan knew what he wanted and needed to do. He moved his phone down a bit so that it no longer blocked his face and then he spoke, "Wouldn't you enjoy ruining this virgin fuckdoll?" He blew a kiss to the camera and then shut off the recording. The file was there and now he knew that he had to move fast before he had a chance to change his mind. It was all set up ready to send to the man and he did it, almost frantic in his movements. Then Jordan Myers stared at the screen. Once the message was sent he once more had time to think about what he had done, to consider the implications. He stared at his screen almost in shock. He read through those words again. They were perfect - they said exactly what he felt - but... Was there any turning back from this? Maybe - just so long as he didn't show up at that porn store tomorrow. The man had made it plain - if he didn't show then that would be the end of it. *** At twenty minutes to five the following day Jordan arrived at the store. He had woken that morning sure that he'd never go through with it. However, as the hours passed the need had grown within him, had become undeniable. This was an opportunity that couldn't be wasted - a chance to be the real him. The city had a newly gentrified area but this most certainly wasn't it. The location was largely surrounded by empty lots and a derelict works. On one side, however, was a shabby one story building with a couple of vehicles already parked outside. Jordan gave the place a careful look. Apart from an old African-American guy smoking a cigarette seated on a sort of stoop there was no-one in sight. He could quickly go in, talk to Kyle, get his delivery and then out of there. Easy. It just proved that for all the shit talked about it the city wasn't so bad. He walked across the weed-strewn lot. The man on the stoop just glanced up at him and then went back to smoking his cigarette. Jordan stepped past him and into the store. Behind the counter was a fat white guy in his late forties and a younger, hot, blonde man in his early twenties. Crossing the store Jordan realized with some revulsion that the young man at the desk might have looked good from the door but the closer you got the worse he looked. He had deep dark bags under his eyes and looked like he hadn't slept in days. He might have been 21 or 22 but his skin looked way older. There was thick make-up barely disguising little scars round his mouth and nose. Worse, his light blue eyes were dull, like the life had been drained out of them by awful fatigue. "Um, excuse me, I'm here to see Kyle," said Jordan. "Kyle!" snapped the fat guy. The blonde shook a little and some focus came into his eyes. He glanced at Jordan but then his cheek twitched a little and his eyes were dull once more. He scratched at the side of his ear and lapsed back into his exhausted reverie. "What the fuck Kyle," said the man with an almost despairing resignation. He stepped back to a shelf and found a small parcel. "This must be for you. I know the type." Jordan hadn't really got time to process that before another man entered the store. If the other guy was fat then this one was hideously, almost monstrously, obese. A wave of body odour, dirt and stale sweat, surrounded him. He put a handful of bills down on the counter. It was like a switch was flicked in Kyle. The light came back into his eyes and he began to twirl a lock of his hair in his fingers with a startlingly inappropriate coquettishness. The man counted the bills and gestured. Kyle got off his stool and the obese man joined him. A fat hand disappeared into the back of Kyle's shorts as the two of them went through into the back room and closed the door. "Anything else?" The man left behind the counter asked Jordan. "Um, no. No thanks." Jordan tried to look like nothing had happened as he moved back to the door and then outside. He had just taken the step down and out of the door when he heard the voice behind him. "B - F - B." He knew that voice and even if he hadn't those letters were no coincidence. BFB meant BoiFagBarbie. He turned and saw the man who had called him there. The latter had finished his cigarette and had stood up from the stoop. Pushing six feet tall the first things you noticed were the shaved head, the dark almost blue-black skin tone, the greying fringe of beard and the prominent cheek-bones over slightly sunken cheeks. Behind that came his physique. Not an ounce of spare fat on him but not skinny either. Every part of him seemed like whip-cord muscle - as if any middle-aged flab had been burned off him by a frantic metabolism. Because this man was at least middle-aged, looked pretty much old enough to be Jordan's grandfather. Then the man's eyes locked onto Jordan's and the youngster on his first trip into the city suddenly forgot most everything else. Those eyes were a deep dark brown and they had a feverish intensity to them. A drive and a desire and a determination. They were the eyes of a man who could control a room just by walking into it. The eyes of a man who was to be respected by his friends and feared by his enemies. They were the eyes of a man who got what he wanted. Not maybe or sometimes but always and exactly the way he wanted it. However, most of all, absolutely undeniably, Jordan knew from the very depths of his soul that they were the eyes of an alpha beast of the urban jungle, the eyes of an apex predator. Jordan knew all of that in the moment their eyes met. He knew all of it and he knew that this man was exactly who he claimed to be. Jordan was an intelligent young man and Jordan knew that he should not hesitate, he should just turn around and get out of there as fast as he could. He knew that but... The man's eyes looked Jordan up and down, taking in every inch of him, appraising every aspect of his body and appearance. His face was impassive, giving nothing away and Jordan felt his own body start to tremble. Fear, excitement, anticipation - all three? "Cute little faggot ain't you." That voice was so fucking dreamy! "Not too bad at all - worth my time I'm thinking if you got the right attitude. So - you got the right attitude boy?" "Yes sir," said Jordan and knew his voice sounded croaky from his mouth being so dry. "Gonna be fun for me if you have - maybe for you too not that it matters overly. But first things first. In my life I've done enough time - I ain't aiming on doing no more because a little fag lies about his age. You got your I.D?" Jordan hesitated. The man's eyes fixed on Jordan's. He held out his palm. Jordan turned over his driving license and was rewarded with the faintest of mirthless smiles from the man. Then the latter produced his phone and deliberately snapped an image of each side of the license. Jordan might have protested but even ten seconds in this man's company had proved to him that it would have been a waste of breath. Now there was no doubt about it. This was for real and it had begun. There was only one person who would decide what happened and how far it went and that person would not be Jordan Myers.

Well - there are several more chapters but I am posting them daily so it won't be too long!

Chapter 5 - Words and Their Meanings 'In the deepest depths of my soul... buried by my parents... repressed by my upbringing... hidden to all who know me... I know that despite all I have achieved in school, despite the facade I put out to the world to make my horrible parents proud of me... I know what I really am... I know what I was put on this earth for... I know my purpose in this life...' 'I was born to be ruined, broken, and to be moulded into a mindless fukdoll for special men like you. To serve ONLY men like you. My cute pretty almost girly face was made to be defiled by men like you. My barbie doll body was born for men like you to destroy!' 'I cant believe I am actually admitting this to another person. My hands are shaking as I type this and I don't even know if I will hit the reply button haha. I guess if you read it... You know what kind of faggot slut I am... Or at least am meant to be lol.' 'This is my purpose... I know it!' 'Jordan - boifagbarbie. :)' He hadn't exaggerated - his hands really were shaking as he viewed the words on his screen. His own words. Crazy words - but words that he knew, viscerally knew from the heart of his being, represented just exactly how he felt. His little penis was hard and maybe that was part of it but it was way more than just that. He NEEDED this! Jordan pressed the send message and instantly felt a surge of fear and regret. This really was insane. The only thing that let him control a rising tide of panic was the fact that he knew these things didn't happen. The man on the other end of this had to be a fake - didn't he? That night there was a new dream. Jordan was in near-darkness, naked, tied to a padded bench with a gag in his mouth. He knew there were men outside of the room and he heard their voices. Laughing voices. He knew they had each come with the same purpose - to use him, to abuse him and to leave him a wrecked, broken, mess. In a way there was no coming back from. In the room he could see three small red lights. They were the cameras. His ruination would be recorded for men to watch and enjoy. They would wank their big cocks as they saw him broken down into a dirty little faggot boi whore. Just as he'd excitedly asked his Master to arrange for him before that gag had been put in his mouth. The excitement was still there but now it was mixed with a powerful dose of fear. He knew he needed to cry out and get them to stop this and he understood why his Master had gagged him. This needed to be done and last minute changes of mind were definitely not on the program. Jordan stared at the place where he knew the door was and suddenly a crack of light appeared. The door was opening - it was time... Jordan woke and cursed in his mind. He hadn't wanted the dream to end there - but his dreams always did. Just as that favorite story had. A thought raced through his mind, 'The way you continue to the end is to do it for real.' That was a scary thought but Jordan knew that it was true. Some things had to be experienced and not just fantasized about - he would never truly understand until... It was minutes after he awoke before Jordan even remembered that he was here in his parents' home with another day of College before him. Such things all seemed so colorless and well pointless compared to what really mattered. However, he knew that was just how it was. He had to put on that fake act, to seem to be the Jordan Myers his parents and community thought he was. Even though every part of him knew it was a lie. The alternative was to go back to BZ and he knew he couldn't afford to do that. His urges were getting just a little too strong, a little too undeniable. Why had he sent that message! He had been such an idiot! *** He tried - he really did try. However, he couldn't concentrate on his College studies, couldn't really hear what people were trying to tell him, couldn't think about anything except that message he had sent. The chance, ridiculous as it might seem, that there had been a response. The whole day was essentially wasted. It became just a clock ticking down to the moment when he was free to log on to BZ and find out. He couldn't even say at what moment his firm determination to never return to BZ had once again become an irresistible need to go there. Finally, at last, he was alone in his room and able to do just that. A notification. He felt his heart beating like a lovelorn schoolgirl. He clicked the link. The response came from '730 Boi Wrecker'. It said he'd been accepted for 'approval' and set him two tasks. He had kind of expected more but fuck it! Even if this was all a fake at least he could have some fun! One of his photos, naturally a real one, had revealed the presence of a little peach fuzz. '730 Boi Wrecker' pointed out that wasn't acceptable. He didn't work with strong young men. He worked with weak sissy femboy fags. Jordan was told to research what he had to do and then to take a new picture of his body nice and smooth and hairless. It took a day and another trip to town after college, embarrassed as he bought some of the necessaries. Then it was back home and he spent a long time locked in the bathroom hoping his parents wouldn't wonder where he was. He carefully shaved or creamed himself until by the end the only hairs on his body were those on his head. It was fiddly in places but it was kind of exciting to know why he was doing this. Because a man who he had never met had told him to. Because of who that man was and what he represented. Jordan's dream, his fantasy, his total ruination. He posted the picture privately to '730 Boi Wrecker'. This time there was no real delay. After barely a minute the response came. The man approved and asked if Jordan had done the other task too. He had - his new phone was sitting in front of him all ready to go. He might be a dumb little fag but he knew what was coming next. Just like in his favorite story. It was so exciting! 'Send me your number.' A few seconds later that new phone was vibrating and he quickly answered it for fear his parents would hear it. "Hi," he gasped into the phone, his throat dry with nerves. "Two tasks passed boy. A good start." The voice was deep, resonant, masterful. It made Jordan's stomach do back flips just listening to it! "I like that picture you posted. The one called 'slut2'. A little grey top and some fishnet and lace around a real nice booty and a nice pair of dangling hairless fag-balls. Take another just like that and send it to me now." "Um - I'm sorry, er, I haven't got those clothes anymore. Um, what do I call you?" Jordan asked the question hoping to distract him from that picture. There was a laugh at the other end of the phone. "I figured as much. I'll supply the clothes - you just need to stick your booty in the air for the camera. What do you call me? You call me 'Sir' until you earn the right to use my correct title. Got that fag?" "Yes sir." It had been a little humiliating but that just merged with the excitement. Made the sensations within him build and grow in intensity. "OK - so pick the clothes up from my boy Kyle at this place by 5 tomorrow" Jordan's phone pinged - a message with a location. It was what looked like a dirty book store, a porn store, and it was in the city. By which he meant THE CITY. Not so many miles away from his home but he had never been there. All his life his parents and everyone in his town had fulminated about and warned him against that city and its people. The crime, the drugs, the depravity and, almost needless to say, the Blacks. The City was everything his parents hated and despised. Not entirely without reason. People all over the world knew the name of that city and they associated it with decay, corruption and ruin. That wasn't the real issue though. Humiliation and excitement were now joined by fear. He just about managed to gasp into his phone, "How did you know, um, sir?" Again a low rumble of a laugh came through the phone's speaker. "I didn't until now. Something you wrote once made me think you were nearby, real close and convenient like. Couldn't be sure until now tho. If you're in this State and at a Christian college like you said once then that'd be..." Jordan's phone pinged again. This time the location of the college he attended. The fear peaked once more. This man knew where he was! The fear surged into a desperate desire to cut the phone connection but then, before he had acted upon it, the fear receded like a retreating wave. If this man was who Jordyn hoped and needed him to be then of course he wouldn't have wasted time on someone maybe halfway around the world would he? This was good. If the man had found all this out, had followed all he had posted so carefully, then that meant he was the real deal right? That meant this all might actually happen! 999,999 people out of a million would have been terrified almost out of their senses by that realization. However, young Jordan Myers was genuinely one in a million. He hadn't written his response as a game, as a tease. He had meant it, every word of it, and he knew this man was his best chance to make his dreams a reality. However... "I'm not sure I can make it by five, sir, college only ends at..." "Shut the fuck up fag! You think I care about your fucking college. The only education you ever needed starts when you meet me. You fucking understanding me boy?" The voice was clear and low but it was the controlled snarl contained within each word that made it more forceful than any volume could ever have. "Yes sir - I'm sorry sir." Jordan didn't know what else to say. "You already got one mark against ya. I told you to send me what you wanted done to you and what you were willing to do for me in return. You did the first half. Now you need to do the second - I ain't no fucking charity you hear me boy. Do it now and then tomorrow... Be there by five or stop wasting my fucking time." The connection cut off and left Jordan shaken and sweating, his cute little 'manhood' standing proud in his pants.

Chapter 4 - Baiting the Hook It became something of a process. Jordan made profiles and then he deleted them. Each with a different number or later name, each just a little more daring than the last. Exposing a little more about himself, finding sexy pics to post, writing about how he wanted to find a cruel dom daddy, maybe a bunch of cruel dom Daddies. Nobody had really responded until he started posting pics. Then they did - then they told him just what they wanted to do to him and that was sooooooo much fun!!! Sometimes a single line and sometimes huge long rants about how they'd take him and tie him up and destroy his tight little virgin hole. How they'd film it all and sent it to all of his contacts on his phone. How they'd destroy him. Just thinking about it was so exciting! You quickly found out that if you wanted [banned word] you had come to the right place. One guy had wanted to dress him up as a baby and then crap on him. No thanks!!! Also what was it about feet? I mean each to his own and no doubt feet could be fun but he knew now that there were way more exciting ideas out there and there were many rather more adventurous deviants who could just push Jordan's buttons the way he liked his buttons to be pressed. He stored such ideas away in his mind - thought all the time of just how it would be to live them for real. He had great fun teasing the BZ men with his specially selected pics and his posts, public AND private! But then someone would recognise a photo and angrily call him out on it or someone would try to get a little bit too insistent about meeting in real life. Jordan would get scared again and would delete his profile. The mods got used to him begging them to delete the pics he had posted and they always did. Every time, every time, he would swear to himself that it was the last time. Every time, every time, he would be back after a few days usually but that last time it was two or three months. He tried his best, he really did, he knew the dangers of discovery and the even deeper, darker, dangers of letting himself go too far. The BZ men were good about that. They never tried to hide just what they wanted to do to him. It wasn't their fault that he found so many of their ideas so enticing, so tempting, so more-ish. Besides he wanted to read those stories again - especially the one about the ruined boi bride. The moment the boi found out all of the men there to fuck him were Poz, had come just to destroy his boi pussy and ruin him beyond repair. Fuck that was soooo HOOOOOTTTTTT!!!!! He loved the fact the femboy was called Jordyn - that was almost HIS name! Maybe that was why the story resonated so much - why he had lived it so often in his dreams - why he wanted to live it for real in the darkest, strongest, areas of his consciousness. Why it was so dangerous for young Jordan Myers and why it was so utterly irresistible. So in June he made his fresh account and he really thought about it this time. First, he wanted a name and not a number. Three words had been colliding in his brain again and again over the last three long months away from the BZ. He mashed them together to make his new online persona, 'BoiFagBarbie.' That was so fun and so perfect for teasing all those dirty old men on the forum! He wished he was brave enough to put his real picture up. His cute pretty face, nicely made up, his slim pale body and especially his perfect little virgin boi pussy. He knew that they would love that and he knew it would inspire them. They'd tell him all their filthy ideas and he SOOOOOOOOOOO lived for that! He didn't do it of course. He couldn't risk being found out - even while he desperately yearned for the moment when everyone knew the real Jordan Myers, the filthy deviant little boi slut that he really was. His classmates, the church congregation, the townsfolk and especially, especially, his parents. They all needed to know - but he was scared and he knew he couldn't be that brave. If only someone would just take charge - like in the story. But that wasn't going to happen. He knew that. Previously, of course, he had found pictures that he found hot and that he knew the men on the site would like too. However, he wasn't dealing with just any forum here. Private Messages told him that they knew that he had 'borrowed' the pictures. These men knew their porn, were connoisseurs of fine young boi flesh. Posting up a borrowed image was OK but you wouldn't ever get ALL of their attention unless you put up the real thing. That posed problems but not the obvious one. The pictures he had chosen were indeed as similar to himself as he could find. He was a young man and his youthful looks meant he could still pass easily for eighteen and he was handsome, or rather he was pretty in an undeniably cute way, while he had a perfect pale complexion free of blemishes or imperfections. If you wanted an image of a young beautiful boi just aching to be corrupted then you couldn't find a much more perfect image than himself. The problems posed were not his inability to attract the attention of the men he wanted, not a fear that he would not excite them. He had seen others on the forum attract a lot of attention when they were not one fraction as hot as he knew he was. Instead, it was that simple fear of discovery. He'd never break through that all by himself. So pics were tricky but he could write and one day, left alone, he sat down and began to do just that. He wrote and he wrote and he wrote, feeling such joy at being able to put down just how he felt onto paper, or rather onto his screen. He read it through and nodded. Then he read it again and again and again until he thought it was perfect. Until it truly represented exactly who Jordan Myers REALLY was. He thought up a nice thread title that would attract just the sort of men he wanted to take notice of him. 'Self Destructive VIRGIN fagdoll with MAJOR Daddy Issues'. That should get some attention! Then he paused and really thought about whether he wanted to post it. He used the time to hunt into the recesses of the web looking for a new profile pic. He wasn't quite sure even how he got to that particular site but suddenly he saw the perfect pic and he knew he recognised the beautiful young boy in it. It was the Russian boy from that original video! The one that looked REALLY like him! It was perfect and he saved it and a few others from the same place. He didn't know when the picture was taken of course. Before the boy had been fucked and pozzed by the two men or after? He was pretty sure the answer was 'before'. That picture might even have been the thing to draw the two men's attention. It might have led to that other image of the beautiful boy, covered in spit and sperm, his boi pussy gaping and wrecked and filled with Poz seed. Jordan found the idea incredibly exciting. Such a cute little image had led to the boy being ruined and that made it perfect for his profile pic. So he made it just that. His thread title and his new profile pic were sooooooo perfect! It made it impossible to even think of chickening out now. He made his new thread and then copied the whole, incredibly nasty, piece he had written and pasted it into the forum submission box. A deep breath and he submitted the post and saw it appear on the public forum. He was a boi on a mission now. He gathered up the rest of the pics he had found, even daringly found the one experimental pic he had taken months ago of his own cute perfect bubble butt, then posted the lot to an album on his profile. What could he call it? It came to him in a flash. 'Virgin Fagdoll 4 Mean POZ Daddies.' He was really on a roll now. Let no-one say Jordan Myers couldn't do marketing! Suddenly the moment passed. Terror flooded through his veins and he wanted to delete all he had posted again but this time he fought the impulse and instead closed his machine and just let things wait until the next time he was alone and could seen any responses. That evening he was sat on his bed, naked and stroking his little pink penis between two fingers. There had been a lot of responses. He seemed to have attracted the attention of lots of men that wanted to fuck him, even if rather too many had that 'Neg' status indicated. His fantasies had dominated his brain for so long that 'Neg' was rather a turn-off nowadays. A Poz status just naturally went with the sort of experienced, perverted, Daddy Dom Master of his fantasies. Well, aim high - right!!! The public responses were almost all one-liners. Some were almost worshipping his cuteness. He didn't want that - he needed someone to ruin him! Hadn't they read his fucking piece at all! Didn't they see his album was subtitled, 'Born to be RUINED'! He was here to find a Dom Master to degrade him not a cute boyfriend to cherish him. He felt his little penis shrink and soften back into its regular status as a dicklet. Then he saw the notification. He saw its words and in that instant his little penis, useless as it basically was, became hard as a rock. 'We've been waiting for you!' A private message from an account named '730 Boi Wrecka.' Below that name the word 'Poz' and then 'Not on Meds'. Fuck yeah - that was more like it! The profile name was hot enough but those words, 'We've been waiting for you!' The message that first lured the virgin boi bride to his destruction in the story he loved so much! He felt the blood pumping through his veins, felt the excitement in every part of his young body. He opened the message. 'I been reading your posts and also posts from certain deleted accounts that have that 'BoiFagBarbie' flavor. You say you are looking for a certain kind of man. Well you found him. I can arrange EVERYTHING you been talking about. I got my name for a reason - you won't be my first time to the dance. You maybe got more ambitious notions than most but I can meet them. Meet them and a lot more.' 'So are you fronting like some of them pics or are you for real and who are you? You see there's three kinds of young faggots here.' 'First - there's them that turn up, front awhile and then get chicken shit. They delete their account and try to forget it ever even happened. Try to go back to being what they was and still could return to be - a nice young man, a credit to their parents.' 'Then there's them that enjoy the forum, enjoy the community, enjoy the illicit little danger of even being here. But do anything like that - fuck no. They might talk about it all day and every day but they way too smart to burn their fingers that bad. They can have fun here for years.' 'Then there's the little faggy fembois unlucky, or lucky, enough to get the attention of a certain kind of man. They get what they deserve. They get totally fucked up. With no mercy and no way back.' 'So which one are you 'BoiFagBarbie'? I'm only interested in the third kind - the dumb little faggot sluts on the road to ruin. Convince me you are worth my time. So no-one is in any doubt tell me just EXACTLY what you want done to you. Then - if you impress me and I agree to make the arrangements - tell me what you are willing to do to make it worth my time.' '730 Boi Wrecka' *** If anyone had deliberately tried to bait a hook for a naive little would-be femboy slut like Jordan Myers then he couldn't have picked a better strategy. But then this was a man who had done this before and who understood just how horny little sissies like Jordan thought. You didn't get to ruin as many young faggots as this man had without understanding such things. A dumb little cunt like Jordan might have felt he was nice and safe teasing the BZ men but all the while he was just being set up to take the lure. Only one person here was the hunter and only one person here was the prey. '730 Boi Wrecka' had baited the hook and now he waited for the little slut to bite. That first answer was always the vital moment. Once they responded to him, if they were worth it, he was always skilled enough to land them. From that moment they were pretty much doomed. *** Jordan Myers looked at his screen. He couldn't really believe it. How long had he dreamed and fantasized about just this? He only had to respond. He really wanted to respond. But was he brave enough and what could he say?

Chapter 3 - There's More Than One Type of Bug It wasn't as if Jordan didn't know about such things. He hadn't been around at the time but he knew his parents had celebrated the onset of HIV and AIDS. They had given thanks to their God for His punishment of the homosexuals, the drug users and even the Africans. You still heard some of that shit at church and even some at college. The taming of their pet horror was just one more reason most of them hated science so much. Now a person could live with that 'curse', could manage it and be loved and be happy. His parents reaction to that didn't seem too 'Christian' to young Jordan. To find the Breeding Zone, to find a whole community open and even proud of who they were, that did shake Jordan. It certainly hadn't taken long on the forum to find out what that scorpion tattoo meant. The same with the plus sign. The same as the weird symbol he now realised was a biohazard 'warning'. He saw pictures of other bodies with those same tattoos and always the status boldly posted alongside - 'Poz'. He found out what 'gifting' meant too and finally he understood those words in the video that he knew absolutely by heart. Four heavy loads of Poz cum had gone into that beautiful Russian boy. Was he on medication? Somehow Jordan doubted that. Had he been fooled into fucking those men? Jordan didn't believe that either. The boy had known exactly what he was doing. He had given himself to those men, had let them use him, had taken their seed with all that might entail. Had he caught the virus, the 'bug' as the forum called it? That was a question with no answer - but that the boy had been chasing it Jordan had no doubt. It was all so fucking mind-blowing and fucking scary too! He read a few pieces and then shut his device down. He felt a peculiar mix of fascination, excitement and revulsion. It was really the first explicitly gay forum he had been on and he understood it was one heck of a place to start! Two things that young Jordan had in abundance were intelligence and curiosity. It took a little time to process all he had seen but over the next few days he couldn't get his mind off that site. Even when he found other gay forums and browsed them he couldn't find anything nearly so impactful, so viscerally exciting. The other forums all lacked something and he came to understand just what it was that they were missing. Freedom. The BZ (as they called it) had rules of course but it was nothing like as locked down as the other forums. Some of them were so puritanical they bore a weird resemblance to his parents! Don't do that. Beware of this. Always do that. Do as we say or else... The BZ people expressed themselves so much more openly. They didn't hide their desires. They posted them right out there. They took strength from their community. Living in his parents' house, in his conservative town, Jordan drew strength from it too. Admired men who pursued their desires and lived their lives as they saw fit. Who made their own rules for their own selves. Even where they regretted past mistakes they did so openly, they owned their errors and lived with managing the results. He had never lived as the person he really was. Jordan Myers was the top-of-the-class school student, the perfect college attendee, the polite and beautifully mannered handsome young man that mothers pushed their daughters towards. He was the pride of, and a credit to, his parents, his church and his community. Except he wasn't. He wanted to be on that dirty mattress in a rundown apartment in Moscow. He wanted to be spat on and sworn at and he wanted them to cum on him AND in him. His dreams had only changed to the extent that now there were usually other men there too. All stroking their huge cocks and waiting their turn. Their bodies all marked with the tell-tale tattoos. Balls full of potent, tainted, cum that would plant the virus deep into young Jordan Myers, that would make everyone, make the whole world, be forced to recognise who he really was. He screamed at those men in his dreams. Demanded that they fuck him, seed him, breed him. Desperately promised that he was on no protection and that he wanted them to poz him for good and for all. Thanked each sneering brute after he had planted his potentially life-changing load. Lay back covered in their spit and sweat and semen and believed he could feel the virus polluting his blood-stream and making the day's decision irreversible. Imagined waiting for the next couple of weeks for the symptoms, the 'fuck flu' they all wrote about. He felt and savoured the surge of mixed excitement and dread all the while knowing it was too late - that there could be no going back now. Then, at that precise moment, he always woke up. Woke up drenched in sweat and having cum all over himself. After a couple of adventures sneaking sheets into the laundry he had begun sleeping naked and on top of his bed. If the dream came then so would he. Jordan barely even registered that such dreams were really the only thing that got his little dicklet hard nowadays. So Jordan went back to the BZ and found other things to make him excited. Found users who knew how to do just that - to use. Older, experienced, men who were skilled and talented in taking their pleasure from little bottoms just like him. Who fucked tight little holes and left them sloppy and ruined. He read and read and read and he wanted it all. But he also wanted more. The true life reports were amazing enough but once Jordan ventured into the fiction section he unknowingly took another big step toward his destiny. There were lots of stories there and if you hunted you could find just the ones for you. Ones that hit exactly the right note, exactly the right theme, exactly the perfect atmosphere. *** Jordan was a naive little virgin who took a drink or two too many one college party night and wandered into the wrong club. A stealther spotted him immediately and within twenty minutes Jordan was face down on a bed in a motel somewhere. A huge cock plowing his guts and then a big heavy load of poz cum planted deep. *** Jordan was tied up on a bench with his bottom part pushed through a curtained hole in the wall and made available to an unknown number of horny men. He never saw them but they all fucked him and they all nutted just as far up his boi pussy as they could get. All the time he could only look at the little sign above the hole in the wall. a sign repeated on the other side as he had previously seen. A picture of himself at his most pretty and cute. Above the picture the words, 'Jordan Myers Dumb little neg twink.' Below the picture more words, 'No PrEP and all loads taken Poz loads preferred.' *** Jordan was in a small room. He was perfectly made up and dressed in white lingerie as befitted a cute little femboy bride. Next door he heard voices and the stamping of feet. Many feet, heavy feet, impatient feet. They were the bridegrooms. Fifty men especially selected for their mean dispositions, sadistic inclinations and their high unmedicated viral loads of HIV-enriched cum. When he went next door, when he joined them, they would have no mercy. He had come here of his own free will and understanding that these men didn't fuck little femboys - they ruined them, they destroyed them. A man appeared and smirked at him. Jordan knew the rules. He could still leave at the moment but once he took those few steps and went through that door then no-one could stop what would happen. There would be no safe-words and no concern for his desires or his well-being. He would just be a dumb little femboy slut who had got in way over his head and would get what he had coming. Jordan got up and teetered on his very high heels. It was hard to walk in them and more important it was impossible to run away. His heels clicked on the wooden floor as he took those few steps. He reached for the door, opened it and stepped through... *** Jordan loved a lot of the stories but fuck that last one was soooooo fucking HOT! It would have replaced his old dream but the story had ended just there with the roar of the mass of sweaty perverted men as they rushed towards their victim. A willing victim. A consenting victim. Well as consenting as you could be when you were so hopelessly innocent and naive. Jordan knew that he wanted to be that. Willing and consenting and horrendously out of his depth - putting himself in a situation that he could not escape. Forcing everyone to understand just who he was - whatever the consequences. Understanding just how such a story made him feel was kind of scary but he couldn't resist it. He was still frightened by the step but he made an account and posted how much he loved the story and how much he wanted it to continue. He perhaps got a little excited and even posted that he wished something similar could happen to him. Then he waited for the world to collapse. Before it really had time to do so he had panicked and deleted his account. Then Jordan leaned back in his chair and breathed a sigh of relief. One thing was for sure he wouldn't be crazy or stupid enough to do that again! *** One day later his parents were out and Jordan made a new BZ profile.

People think this stuff is easy Naive - take your time and the inspiration will come!

Chapter 2 - Internet Fun and Games are all very well until... He had been scared to even look at 'bad' websites before. Couldn't they track where you went on the internet? Whoever 'they' were - his College, the Government, his parents? However, at College his friends would look at banned violent movies, sometimes even talked about looking at porn. He wondered if he could watch with them - maybe jack off with them - but of course he never asked. Besides if the hammer hadn't come down on them then it seemed clear it wouldn't come down on him and if he was going to look at porn then it would be of a distinctly different flavor. Going in he didn't realise exactly what that flavor would be but he soon found out. He had a very particular taste in such things. Two muscular jocks going at each other got dull fast. Ten muscular jocks going at each other, well so what? An older Daddy with a younger man was more like it. Except that condom had to go - this was his fantasy and who ever fantasized about being fucked with a condom? Then just as you were loving a video the guy pulled out and shot all over the other guy's back or his feet or his sofa or wherever. Apparently everywhere except where that cum was supposed to go. Perhaps there was a little bit of his strict father in him after all. He knew what he wanted from his porn and he'd accept nothing less. It had to be bare and it had to finish with a heavy load shot in a well-fucked asshole, preferably several loads. That was non-negotiable from the start but soon he knew that to excite him the men planting their loads had to be older men, tough or even rough looking men. Men you didn't mess with, men with a little intimidation about them, men that didn't look like they would take no for an answer. As for the guy being fucked well it only made sense that they would look younger, less powerful, more like they were just a hole for the other men's pleasure. The video titles called them twinks and he thought they were his favorite until the most important day in his life. *** They weren't speaking English. He thought it was Russian but who knew? A young man, almost a boy, came towards the camera, blew a kiss and gave a girly little wave. The boy was beautiful - that was the only word for it. Not handsome like a man but beautiful like a girl. The boy had brown hair, expressive bright blue-green eyes, a cute face and flawless pale skin. His body was slim except for a delicious bubble butt. So what? Weren't there plenty of cute boys out there online? Well yes - but not like this one. The hair, the eyes, the smile, that cute pale body - they all reminded the viewer of himself. It was crazy - had he got some family connection to over there? The face was a little different of course but still similar enough that sitting in his bedroom in his parents' house the viewer could imagine it was him there. Posing for the camera, greeting the two big rough bearded men, dropping to his knees and sucking them. Being slapped, being spat on, being sworn at. It was Russian but he still knew they had to be very nasty words - just by the way the men spat them out. When that pretty little mouth had done its job and the men's cocks were hard as a rock they just used the boy. They didn't make love to him or even just fuck him - they USED him. Made the beautiful boy merely a couple of holes for their big hard cocks. Left him exhausted and lying there with cum dribbling down his leg from his well-filled ass. It was shocking, the viewer felt a little guilty even to be seeing it. However, he wasn't only viewing it. He was frantically jacking his dick until his own load shot onto his chest. Perhaps the biggest load he had ever shot from his thin, distinctly undersized, penis. Until the shock of cumming left him wondering what noises he had made and dreading someone having heard him. Still the viewer, for all his fear, didn't take his eyes off that screen. Didn't miss the moment when the camera zoomed in on the Russian boy's face, a face covered in sweat and saliva. A boy exhausted and ruined for the two brutes' pleasure. One of the men walked towards the camera showing clearly his tattooed torso. He and the other man had lots of tattoos. Tribal designs and scripts of course but also a strange sort of round design and weird plus signs and each even had a matching scorpion with a vicious looking sting. "Tupaya Suka - naslazhdaysya nashim podarkom!" The man snarled out the words with contempt and his friend laughed. Then the second man moved back to the boy and behind him. He brought his hand down on the perfect curve of the boy's butt with a hard slap and the boy squealed in protest. Only for a moment before the boy shifted onto his hands and knees on the bed and dropped his head back down to the stained mattress. The first man picked up the camera and moved round to show the boy's butt as he presented it. The hole was still open a little, still had man-seed dribbling from it. The second man moved forward and his long, thick, cock easily reclaimed its rightful place, all the way inside. There were twenty more minutes of the video and three more loads, two on screen and another on the viewer's chest. It was perfect. The perfect porn. Everything about it was just what he wanted. As the subsequent weeks were to show this was the sort of porn that fuelled desires and dictated dreams. *** Walking out of the College Campus one day a young man his own age walked up and gave him a leaflet. Then he noticed a few yards along the same young man getting into an argument. He glanced at the leaflet - 'Support Center for LGBTQ+ Youth.' No wonder that'd caused trouble! The college wasn't friendly to such 'outreach'. Surreptitiously he glanced at the paper. Information on safe sex ('CONDOMS') and a much smaller section about other protection against STDs, especially PrEP. He knew all about that - even his school had rushed through the basics of sex-ed. While pretty much every other student was laughing their asses off about 'faggots' he'd made sure to listen. Not that it mattered. It wasn't like he was doing anything. Virginity was a sure safeguard in such matters, The thought almost made him laugh - his parents would at least have approved of that! Sexuality and desire had always been a complicated and rather confusing thing for young Jordan Myers. Given his background and the fact he still lived with his parents how could it have been any different? However recent events, with crystal clarity, had proved to him without any doubt just who he was and what he needed to be. Over the next few weeks he watched THAT video over and over again - when he wasn't watching it in reality he was performing it in his dreams. He was that boy in a dirty, threadbare, apartment on a filthy mattress being fucked into insensibility, being fucked just like he deserved. He became desperate for any moments when his parents were not there and when he was safe for a while from discovery. Then he could look at the video and also at himself in the mirror. He knew he was attractive but the boy was beautiful and he understood where the difference lay. He summoned the courage to buy make-up on his trips into college. Hid it away in a secret stash and got it out in such precious moments to experiment. A little eye make-up made a huge difference. Just a little lipstick allowed the almost feminine nature of his attractiveness to show through, to blaze off the mirror and back into his eyes. Slowly, oh so slowly, he trimmed and thinned his eyebrows while letting his hair grow just a little longer. Not as long as he wanted but as long as he could get away with without exciting suspicion. Even if only he knew that he was growing it and why - that was just so exciting! It took him awhile but he came to want to know more. The video had a few details he could follow up. First there were those words snarled at the boy as he lay there covered in spit and sweat and leaking two men's seed. It took a few efforts but finally he managed to transcribe it reasonably accurately and run it through a translator. 'Dumb bitch - enjoy our gift!' That was so fucking hot! To be that beautiful and desirable and yet just to be these two men's 'dumb bitch'. Perhaps the second part was lost in translation a little. What was the gift the man was laughing about? Their cocks? Well whatever it was - he knew that he wished he had been the one receiving it. That Russian boy felt like a kindred spirit somehow to young Jordan, a fellow-seeker after the true meaning of sex and desire. The boy had been so lucky to find men ready to give him their gift. Ready to film it too and to put it out onto the internet. So the world knew - so nobody could deny who and what he really was. How fortunate that boy was and how Jordan wished he could be that lucky, experiencing all that the Russian boy had experienced and would experience. What else could he find out? Jordan was hungry, no ravenous, to know more. What about those tattoos? The scorpions and the plus signs and that weird round symbol. He couldn't easily search a symbol or a mathematical sign. But the scorpion maybe meant something? He searched and found an astrological sign - which sort of made sense. However, it didn't help much. He pretty much gave up on learning more but idly spooled his phone's screen down the search results. Which is when he saw it. That same weird symbol alongside the image of a scorpion. A link to a forum with a similarly strange name. The Breeding Zone? Jordan clicked the link... ***

This is co-written with and inspired by BoiFagBarbie. I have tried to obey the rules and post correctly. We appreciate this site as the only place a story like this can be shared. The main character identifies throughout as male and so this seems the right place to post. The story is multi-part and has been completed - it will be updated every day or two. *** Chapter 1 - Honor thy father and Mother. He tried to get the angle exactly right. Just perfect to show a glimpse of his face as well as his cute little outfit. He wanted this picture to look perfect and to capture exactly who he was. The essence of his appearance and of his personality. Much of it, he knew, was unnecessary effort. This picture was amongst those destined for a certain location, to be seen by a certain audience. They might notice what he was wearing or his haircut or his face but their main attention would undoubtedly be focused on the sweet curve of his butt. The perfectly unused and insanely tempting invitation of his boi pussy pointed right at the lens. A red rag to a whole forum full of bulls, a promise of pleasure or revenge or desecration - whatever they wanted from him. Whatever he desperately desired from them. He already knew what their reaction would be. Some would just look and enjoy, some would press the icon signalling their approval and a few would private message him their filthy, sometimes positively depraved, thoughts. More would just wank their hard cocks to his image, shoot their heavy loads of cum at the idea of breaking his cute little cherry hole. Just the thought made him excited. All of that cum shot just for him. It was an exciting thought but also a sad one. That was wasted cum and not just any cum either. There was a reason that this forum was the only one that he had posted his pictures to. There was a reason that he particularly wanted to please these men, that he wanted to be a willing submissive bimbo boi pussy for these men. The same reason that when he dreamed of a Daddy, or Daddies, making him their hole then he always dreamt it was men from this forum. *** From the outside his life must have seemed perfect. In their small town his family lived in 'the big house'. His parents were caring in their way and he had certainly never wanted for anything. Except for genuine love, except for the recognition of just who he was as an individual. His parents had been fortunate - each had found his or her perfect companion. They thought alike, acted alike and believed alike. A couple in every sense of the word. It had always been that way. Only very recently had he come to consider if that had always been true, if it had been true before he had been around. Had his father really found a woman perfectly suited to him or had his mother been moulded by his father until she perfectly fulfilled the role he desired for her? Just as now the two of them were going all out to mould him into the 'perfect son'. Whatever he himself might or might not desire - whoever he himself really was. His parents were very prominent in their local church and very prominent in their County's brand of rural ultra-religious Conservatism. The Good Book guided their lives and should guide the lives of everyone - at least those sections of it that they liked. 'Honor thy Father and Mother' most definitely fitted into that category and so did the perceived prohibitions against homosexuality. That Book was mined for prohibitions against most anything his parents didn't like. Once you made something fit then the need to explain or persuade magically went away. The Bible said it and that was that. His parents had all the prejudices of their kind. They hated liberals and feminists while they despised ethnic minorities. His father had read plenty of old tracts - from back when the Bible was King James and they knew how to understand it. Back when they saw slavery as a divinely-ordained institution. Maybe his father wouldn't go that far, at least in public, but for the old man equal rights were as ridiculous for 'them' as they were for women. It was probably just as well that in their town Black folks didn't stay along and womenfolk knew their place or got out. There were a few Democrat types still there to judge by the voting records but they kept real quiet about it. Such prejudices were neither here nor there - they found little expression in a town and a County so whitebread it fitted their worldview perfectly. The outside world made little impression save to show up on their TV News (Fox or Newsmax only of course) and to confirm their prejudices. Then, of course, there were the sodomites. If his parents and their society hated or despised other groups then it was nothing compared to the depth of their antipathy towards Gays and Trans people. He couldn't remember a time when his father hadn't raged against such unnatural perversions. When that fount of Biblical knowledge hadn't quoted the old rules, hadn't yearned for a leader who could clense their nation of such abominations. Were his parents really so blind or was it just that they refused to see? Back in school when such things had first become an issue the other boys had been chasing girls but somehow that hadn't captured his attention. He'd been more interested in Mr Lawson, the rugged ex-Marine who was their gym teacher. He had to have been in his early fifties but he still kept himself fit. The male body, especially the teenage one, was blatant in revealing what it found attractive. Thinking of Mr Lawson he would have a raging boner in his shorts, something he could only hide because he was rather small down there, thinking of the girls not so much. It wasn't like he didn't get plenty of opportunities. He was an attractive young man, retaining a boyish or even slightly androgynous charm. Some of the girls went for the 'bad boys' but plenty more seemed interested in the 'pretty boy' of the class. It would have been so much easier if he could have responded to that interest but he could not. When he had 'those' dreams they were not of him with a girl. They were of him with Mr Lawson or even better with Mr Lawson and some of his older, rougher, veteran friends. People noticed that he didn't have a girlfriend of course. He was put down as a late developer by most. Some others called him some nasty names but he understood that they didn't really believe what they said. He was his father's son. It was inconceivable that he could really be a fag. He obviously just hadn't met the right girl yet. He had almost convinced himself they were right. Even when he was past eighteen years old, going to the local Christian College and still hadn't met her. Despite having a severe crush on the College grounds man - a big bearded muscular man in his late forties who sometimes smelled of whiskey and whose skin was tanned by his outdoors work. Not that he did anything about the crush of course - to be found out would be expulsion, humiliation and maybe worse. Anyway the groundsman had a wife and five kids. Later he would admit it was the type rather than the individual that attracted him. The undeniably male type. He understood that fully when those college days provided the one great education that he obtained there. He discovered just what the internet could offer a young man like him. ***

Dan is getting all that good advice but we all know there's only one reason he is taking his meds - because his man told him to - and we all know why Rick is telling hm to. It is just a beautiful slow-burn and I'm here for it all the way!

Absolutely - keep it going @mancoco!

Just found this story and it is seriously well done. Approaching the subject from an original angle and in an original way. Great work!