The Making & Breaking of BoiFagBarbie

[thescribe730]

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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[BoiFagBarbie]

OMG the tension is already driving me wild. So honored to be your inspiration. You are an excellent writer. I cant wait to read more!

[plisken]

Nice writing, nearly every sentence keeps me hooked to read more

[menenius]

Keep it coming🤑

[thescribe730]

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.

 

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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.

 

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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...

 

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[Mvillebottom]

Very hot, detailed and written beginning chapters.  Can't wait for more of the story