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.

 

***

 

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...

 

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[Mvillebottom]

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

[thescribe730]

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. 

 

 

[thescribe730]

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?

 

 

[BoiFagBarbie]

MMmmmmmm "We've been waiting for you..."

 

I think Ive fantasized about seeing that as the subject the most.

 

This is SOOOOOOOOO good. I love how flushed out and detailed this is. Cant wait for Jordyn to walk into that lions den!

[thescribe730]

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.

 

 

 

Edited 7 hours ago by thescribe730

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I hope it will be over very soon 

[thescribe730]

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