The Making & Breaking of BoiFagBarbie

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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.

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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.

 

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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.

 

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