The Making & Breaking of BoiFagBarbie

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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.

 

 

 

 

 

[plisken]

nice build up

[kitpig]

Great writing and I am looking forward to the next part of Jordan's (ahem), Jordyn's breaking!

Edited Sunday at 06:38 AM by kitpig

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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

 

 

[plisken]

for every new chapter I want to be as young as Jordan/dyn  and starting out on, ignoring my parents and their dreams on my behalf

[thescribe730]

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.

 

***

[kitpig]

This is getting hotter and hotter… completely breaking Jordyn will almost be a relief to us all, but I hope there will be a long journey of use and breaking first… and we see how Jordyn handles the inevitable changes to his home and college and adjusts to his new life!

[thescribe730]

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.

 

Edited Tuesday at 10:38 AM by thescribe730

[kitpig]

So now Jordyn the boifag understands he is owned and will get what he craved for... and also understands not to cross his Daddy and that if he steps out of line, he will be painfully punished.  I am looking forward to seeing where @thescribe730 takes the journey, how is parents and friends will react, and just how broken Jordyn will become, and if it will still be called Jordyn now it is owned.

[newbreed]

Oh wow!! This is definitely my dream

[thescribe730]

Chapter 11 - New Game, New Rules

 

That night he dreamed a new dream.  He dreamed of Jerome.  Jordyn was helpless, he wasn't sure if he was tied or not but he knew that he could not move or even make the decision to move.  Jerome stood in front of him naked.  His Big Black Cock was hard, beautiful but awesomely menacing.  Potent with charged poz seed.  There was a noise of voices behind him, male voices, but try as he might Jordyn could not see how many men were out there in the darkness.  All he could tell from their voices was that they were coming closer.

 

"About your last chance to use your brains here you dumb little faggot.  Say the word and I'll take you home."

 

Jordyn didn't know if he wanted to say the word, didn't know what the word was that he was meant to say even if he had done.  He felt confusion and then in dream-logic realised that he was gagged, felt the plastic ball against his teeth.  He couldn't speak even if he wanted to.

 

Jordyn felt a warm flood of relief and pleasure surge through his whole body.  He didn't have to worry about anything.  His Owner would make sure that he got just what he wanted and deserved and that felt so good.  So natural.  So right.

 

***

 

The lies were coming easier and easier.  Cashing in on the years of being a good boy, exploiting their belief that they had successfully  moulded him in their desired image.

 

This time it had been that he had a study break today.  He knew that he had to stay home.  If he went out and his parents got back before him and found an unidentified letter addressed to him then they would open it - he knew that.  He didn't want them to find out the truth that way.  Especially after what he had been sent on his phone that morning.

 

It was a video.  Just a couple of minutes long, a montage of scenes.  First there was himself leaving his house and getting into his car.  Next he was talking to a couple of fellow students under the large sign of his Christian College.   Then there was a grainy scene of himself on his knees on the asphalt behind the porn store.  It looked like security cam footage and it looked like he was sucking the cock of the unidentifiable man there with him.  He hadn't been but that didn't matter - it looked like he was.  The last of the clips making up the montage was much clearer, much less explainable.

 

Jordyn was front and center, naked and lying on a bed holding his legs up to expose his hole.  The words of Jerome and his own answers came through the speakers.

 

"Tell me what you want boy."

 

"I want you to fuck me sir."  A slight hesitation.  "I want you to fuck me and breed me sir.  I want you to knock me up."

 

"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."

 

Then a dark screen and a familiar voice.

 

"You heard what the dumb little slut asked for.  He's called Jordyn Myers but he's gonna be BoiFagBarbie.  At the moment that hole is cherry and neg but it won't be for long.  Those interested in getting the job done right well you know who to contact."

 

That was all there was.  He saw the clip had been sent to him and also to a group.  How many contacts were in that group?  How many people had seen that video?  It was undeniable that it was him on the screen, his voice begging to be fucked and bred.  What if someone he knew saw it?

 

It would be perfect.  The realization was sudden and stark.  It was what needed to happen - but not yet. He hadn't earned it yet - but he would soon.

 

Once his parents were out of the house he set to doing his exercises as Spice had directed.  He wore some of the clothing that she had supplied him.  Nothing ridiculously sissy but certainly faggy enough.  Making him feel so good and so much more himself as he worked through his repetitions.  The squats, bridges, leg lifts and more.  Working on his core strength while leaving any possible muscle build up to his rear end alone.  Firming and toning his bubble butt.  He filmed himself all the way through and then sent it to Jerome.  Perhaps he would cut some into the next video he sent out.  Jordyn wanted the men to know just how hard he was working to make himself ready for them.

 

Talking of which - he found his lube and the smallest of the toys Spice had given him.  He explored his hole first with his fingers and then with the toy.  All the while making sure he was front and center of his phone's camera lens.  He was the star of this little show, finding positions where his face was visible, the motions of the toy into his hole matched by the little flapping movements of his balls and his cage.  It felt less than great at first but he soon got into the rhythmn.  He felt brave and switched up to the next largest toy.  That was stretching him a little much and he began to gasp and pant with the sensations flowing through him.

 

He began to chant words, almost unconsciously, as he fucked himself.  "I need poz cock, I need poz cock, I need poz cock..."  Kept saying the words, his eyes glazed and his cheeks flushed, as he built to his sissy-gasm, the cum dribbling out of his cage.  He took a moment to get his breath and then glanced at the other, larger, toys Spice had sent him.  He wasn't ready for them yet but he had time and soon he would be.  He needed to take them all.  So he would be ready for the men.  So he would not embarrass his Owner.

 

That clip was sent off to Jerome too.  The postal delivery arrived but there was nothing for him.  He was disappointed but it sort of made sense.  There hadn't been much time for Jerome to get something in the post.

 

Jordyn tried to get on with something but it was impossible - his mind was with Jerome, with the men watching his video.  Would they be interested?   How many?  had they done this before and how often?  He thought he knew the answers to all of those questions and they were incredibly exciting but also starkly terrifying.  This was out of his own control now and he knew it.

 

If he needed reminding then he had the large bruise on his butt cheek.  You could just about make out the fingers.  There was no bruise on his face despite the slap he had received there.  That might have been luck but Jordyn didn't think so.  He understood that his Owner had known just what he was doing.

 

Jordyn had sorted himself something to eat before he glanced out onto the road and saw they had more mail.  He immediately knew what had happened.  His rules had been hand-delivered.  Going out he found the envelope marked 'Jordyn BFB'.

 

It was as well he had stayed home.  That would surely have enticed his mother into opening it.  She was every bit as nosey as she was puritanical.  She also never failed to devise an 'appropriate' reason to justify her snooping.

 

Anyway he opened it and read the covering note.

 

'You say your prayers boy?  Well now you say these rules at least three times a day, more when you can.  Video yourself each time and send each recording to me.  J.'

 

The rules were on another sheet of paper.  Jordyn set his phone to record and then began to read them out loud.

 

'1) My birth name is Jordan Myers. I now spell it J-O-R-D-Y-N at all times.  My true identity is BoiFagBarbie and I am the property of Master Jerome.'

 

'2) As the property of Master Jerome I will obey him in all things.'

 

'3) As the property of Master Jerome I do not need to think.  All important decisions will be made by Master Jerome and I will comply willingly without protest, argument or excuse.'

 

'4) As the property of Master Jerome my body, my mouth and my boi pussy all belong to Master Jerome.  To enjoy and to exploit as he and he alone decides.'

 

'5) As the property of Master Jerome I will always appear at my best when in his presence or in the presence of his associates or clients,  I will keep my body perfectly shaved and smooth.  I will wear makeup as Master Jerome prefers and directs.  If Master Jerome requires me to adjust my appearance I will do so without argument or protest.  I understand that my appearance is important only in as much as it pleases Master Jerome.'

 

'6) As the property of Master Jerome I will always dress to be at my most attractive and faggy when in his presence or in the presence of his associates or clients.  When he orders me to wear a certain outfit I will wear it.  When he dislikes any of my clothing I will destroy it.  However he wishes me to dress I will do so without discussion or hesitation.  I understand that my look and my body are of worth only in so much as they please Master Jerome.'

 

'7) As the property of Master Jerome I will be available for his pleasure at any time and in any place he sees fit to use me.  I will always make sure I am fresh and clean and prepared for whatever use he chooses to make of me.'

 

'8) As the property of Master Jerome I will be available for the use of others at his discretion.  I understand that as his property I will serve to the best of my abilities whoever Master Jerome lends or rents me to.'

 

'9) As the property of Master Jerome I understand that the duration of his ownership will be decided by Master Jerome and only by Master Jerome  My commitment to him is permanent and unlimited and cannot be ended other than by Master Jerome himself.'

 

'10) As the property of Master Jerome I understand that I must obey all current rules without hesitation or limitation.  I also understand that I must follow any further additional rules dictated by Master Jerome whatever their nature and content.  I understand that any and all rules, whatever their nature and potential consequences, are designed to fulfil my sole purpose - the bringing of pleasure and / or profit to Master Jerome.'

 

'11) As the property of Master Jerome I understand any major breach of the rules or repeated minor breach of the rules on my part will be taken as proof that I am unworthy to be the property of Master Jerome.  I understand that being owned by Master Jerome is a privilege and not a right.'

 

'12)  As the property of Master Jerome I waive all rights to potential or possible future legal redress against Master Jerome or any associate of Master Jerome or any future owner to whom Master Jerome may hand me on or sell me.'

 

'13) As the property of Master Jerome and understanding the full possible consequences of such I, JORDYN MYERS, unequivocally grant my unlimited consent to all and any actions, activities or consequences arising from my said status.  I do so in the full knowledge that whenever my interests and the interests of Master Jerome conflict then the latter will always take precedence.'

 

'14) As the property of Master Jerome I understand that any decision to pierce or permanently mark my body will be left solely to Master Jerome.  When he decides to mark me he will chose the designs and locations of all such permanent markings.'

 

'15) As the property of Master Jerome I understand that the use of all recreational and PNP drugs will be solely at the discretion of Master Jerome.  I will not use without his permission.  Should Master Jerome decide the use of such materials is appropriate then I will follow his directions without hesitation since my sole purpose is to be the best possible boi pussy for Master Jerome.'

 

'16) As the property of Master Jerome I understand that men want to fuck my boi pussy bare.  No condoms will ever be used in any circumstances.'

 

'17) As the property of Master Jerome I understand that I exist solely for the pleasure of Master Jerome and those he lends or rents me to.  No load of cum will ever be refused and I will never ask a man to pull out of my boi pussy under any circumstances.  I will be used and will take all cum where and as Master Jerome orders or as those he lends or rents me to may desire.'

 

'18) As the property of Master Jerome I understand that the decision for me to go onto PrEP or any other protection against infection with HIV is an important decision and so will be left solely to Master Jerome.  I understand that Master Jerome's experience and status make him far better qualified to judge my needs and best interests in such matters.  I further understand that Master Jerome has never yet felt such protection appropriate for his boi fags.'

 

'19) I understand that Master Jerome orders me to be a true femboy and I also understand what that means -

19a) A true femboy's destiny is to be owned by real men.

19b) A true femboy's destiny is be a fucked up little slut.

19c) A true femboy's destiny is to be turned out.

19d) A true femboy's destiny is to take poz cum.

19e) A true femboy's destiny is to get knocked up.

19f) A true femboy's destiny is to be ruined for his Master's pleasure in all of the above ways and also in any other ways his Master decides may please his Master or his friends.'

 

'20)  I am Jordyn Myers - spelled J-O-R-D-Y-N - and I am BoiFagBarbie and I am a true femboy.  I welcome all of my destiny.  Please make it happen Master Jerome.'

 

His throat was dry when he finished reciting it.  The process of sight-reading had almost meant the words had flowed through his mind without him totally comprehending them but he had understood enough.  Especially that last part.  There was a notification from his phone and he saw an emoji indicating approval from that certain number.  He felt a thrill of pride and realised his little pink clitty was once again pressing hard against the unyielding surface of his cage.

 

There was a second copy of the rules enclosed with a place for his signature.  Before he could re-read the rules, before the poor defeated self-protecting side of his brain could raise any protests, Jordyn had signed the second copy and placed it in the envelope.  He put it into his bag and dropped it off at the porn store the following day.

 

As time passed, as he chanted all of those words three times daily into his phone through four solid weeks, the nature of the little ritual changed.  Firstly, he came to recognise the importance, the meaning and the weight of every single word.   Secondly, he memorised those words until he didn't need the paper any more.  He could chant that litany wherever and whenever he had a few moments.  He didn't stop at only three times a day.  If he had the chance he would chant it more - five, six, seven times as the opportunities arose.

 

That seventh recital received the usual emoji in response but also a few precious words from Jordyn's Owner.

 

"Dumb little sluts get what they deserve. The plans are in progress."

 

There was that thrill of fear through his now honed and trained body but following on behind was the huge rush of sexual excitement.  The combination that Jordyn felt might be better than any drug,

 

Not that he knew much about drugs.  Coming from his family he had seldom even drunk a glass of wine.  At first the rule about drugs concerned him - just as when that old bastard on the forum had wanted to get him hooked on meth.  With time though the concern quickly faded.  His Master knew so much more about such things and besides when his Master wanted something...

 

'2) As the property of Master Jerome I will obey him in all things.'

 

All of those readings also had a more subtle effect.  He knew the words by heart and with each recital he steadily came to understand that they weren't mere words. They were instead a rendition of how things really were.  You couldn't question them any more than you questioned the sunrise or the sunset.  They were just how it was in the new world he was exploring.  Just as in his head space he was now Jordyn and not Jordan so he knew that he was really BoiFagBarbie and that BoiFagBarbie followed the rules without question, hesitation or indeed any need for thought at all.  All of them and to the letter.

 

That settled matters and he stopped worrying about such things.  It was all quite simple.  Master Jerome would decide and his BoiFagBarbie would obey.  That was how it was and that was how it was meant to be.

 

[plisken]

Hope Jordyn gets to experience being owned - exposed and thus breaking up with the parents or ...

 

[kitpig]

I'm loving where this is going... and look forward to reading about Jordyn's treatment... or do we now just refer to it as the boifagbarbie or bfb?  Great writing @thescribe730

[SoLuS]

These last couple of entries are so hot. I feel like Jordyn is in my head.