The Making & Breaking of BoiFagBarbie

[thescribe730]

Chapter 12 - At Clyde's Place

 

Jerome had picked him up outside the porn store.  Jordyn had followed instructions and was wearing his best 'discreet femboy' look.  All hidden by his hoodie and his jeans.  They were girl's jeans but no-one ever seemed to notice.

 

Not that people got much of a chance. He hadn't been to college in almost three weeks.  He had told his parents that he was on a dissertation study break and they had believed him.  It had given him the time and space to fulfil his training, his exercises and his real study plan.  The twenty rules of being Master Jerome's property, becoming the perfect fuck-toy.   His only studies that really mattered.  He knew the rules by heart now, could recite them from memory at will.

 

His college had a huge wall-painting of the Ten Commandments.  Well, now Jordyn had the Twenty Commandments.  At the end of the day he knew which took priority for him.  Honoring his Father and Mother just wasn't in the same league as his need to serve his Owner.

 

Which was why he was here.  Jerome had called him in and Jordyn knew better than to have a problem with that.  Serving Jerome had to take priority over everything.  Besides, he never knew whether this time would be THE time.

 

They arrived in a run-down part of the city.  He had seen worse when they went to see Wolf but it was still something of a culture shock for him.

 

He saw a little row of store-fronts. Most appeared either derelict or seriously neglected.

 

Jordyn followed Jerome to the one on the left.  It looked like the windows hadn't been cleaned for a long time and the photographs displayed there were old and faded.  Hardly visible through the grime.

 

Jerome gave two sharp raps on the door and they heard a bolt being slid.  They had clearly been expected.  Jordyn felt a guiding hand on the small of his back as his Owner ushered him inside.

 

"Damn - You brought me this one!  I been following his progress."  The man paused only to reapply the bolt on his door.  He looked about as grubby and rundown as his store.  Long lank grey hair almost merged with his short straggling beard, its only colour a nicotine stain.  He was tall but very thin and his pale face had an unhealthy sheen to it.  His T-shirt and jeans looked just as old and faded as the man himself.

 

All except his brown eyes.  There was life and desire in those eyes as they inspected Jordyn.  These men liked to inspect him closely and he knew why.  They weren't interested in who he was or why he was here.  They were only interested in him for one thing - something he found frightening but also very exciting.  It also made Jordyn feel hot to know the man found him attractive.

 

"Yeah," said Jerome, "this little boifag is Jordyn.  You know what we got planned for him."

 

The store-owner smiled, revealing uneven stained teeth punctuated by a couple of gold caps.  "Hi Jordyn.  I'm Clyde and I'm looking forward to knowing you a lot better."  The pink tip of his tongue ran over his lips as if he was a snake savouring the smell of his next meal.

 

"The back room is OK for us to use?"  Jerome's questions generally came out more as statements.  There was no doubt he was the alpha dog here.  "This boi is a blank slate when it comes to payment."

 

"That right young Jordyn - no tattoos, no piercings, nothing."  There was a fresh hunger in the tall man's words and eyes.

 

Now Jordyn could make sense of those faded pictures.  They had been ink-work, tattoos of rather basic and crude flowers, hearts, firearms and the like.  Evidence of this man's trade and also of the fact that he was at best mediocre at it.

 

Jordyn looked around himself again.  The store was pretty basic and you couldn't actually see dirt but would he want to trust the standards of sterility and hygiene here?  There was also the man himself.  He looked about sixty but who knew - a forty year old could look that way.  Especially if he didn't look after himself, if he used needles in more than just a professional sense.  The thin pale arms didn't seem to show any marks but did Jordyn really know what he would be looking for anyway?

 

"Business first," said Jerome, "while we're busy work out some ideas for this little faggot here."

 

"Sure," Clyde's mind already seemed to be elsewhere, making plans.  "See you later Jordyn honey."

 

His owner's strong possessive arm guided Jordyn through the store and a back washroom and storage area.  There, on the far wall, there was a heavy curtain.  Jerome pulled it aside to reveal a door that he then unlocked.  It opened to reveal darkness, a darkness that became complete when Jerome and Jordyn entered so the door could close smoothly behind them.

 

A click and lights came on.  Revealing a room of dark red and black.  Unfurnished save for two chairs and a table.  There was a camera in the corner of the wall and another set up facing one chair.  Jerome signalled for Jordyn to take a seat there.

 

"You remember what I said on the way over.  This is your chance to make your case to the men I will send this recording to.  They require proof that you are the real deal, that you are worth them travelling distances and making certain other sacrifices for.  A pretty face and a cute booty will only get you so far.  If you just wanted cock and cum you could have had that long ago.  To get what you want - and deserve - you need to sell yourself.  These are men of certain tastes.  Being suitably submissive will earn you their interest - will get you some of what you want.  You can go beyond that, draw a crowd and earn something really special, if you put on a good show.  Just be sure your eyes ain't bigger than your hole.  Once this thing starts it won't stop until these men are good and ready for it to stop.  You got that?"

 

"Yes sir."

 

"Then we'll start.  Your introduction clip will be first and then straight into the interview."

 

Jordyn remembered all that his Owner had told him on the way over.  What the men who would watch this enjoyed, how they felt about the young men delivered up to them.  How 'attitude' could make a big difference in how that young man would be treated.

 

Jordyn watched his Owner carefully and waited for the agreed signal that they would start recording.  It came and Jordyn knew what he had to do.

 

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[kitpig]

Tease!!

a great chapter setting up the future of the boifag… and hopefully we don’t have long to wait to read all the sordid detail of his desires and how badly he gets broken  whilst trying to achieve them. @thescribe730… please don’t make us wait too long!

[thescribe730]

It won't be too long and I don't do all build-up and then half a chapter of action.  Promise!

[plisken]

Expectations are high ...

[thescribe730]

Chapter 13 - Making a Sale

 

He wished he had thought to wear just a little make-up.  Like that certain beautiful Russian boy who had so impressed him it seemed ages ago.  Jordyn wanted to catch the men's attention just as the Russian had captured his.  Just as the Russian had captured the attention of the men who had fucked him and bred him. Jordyn felt his breathing speed up a little and the blood pulse through his body.  He recognized his excitement and knew what he had to do.

 

He'd made the right choice in ditching his jeans for a pair of daisy dukes.  It was an even better choice to lose his hoody and just wear his ultra-faggy white T that he'd cropped to expose his flat pale lower torso.  With his leggings he was obviously wearing something very close to a girl's outfit but he knew that he still, just about, presented as masculine.  He didn't look like a girl and he didn't look trans, he looked like a boy who knew his role in life was to be fucked by men. To be a hole and to be moulded into who he needed to be by real men.  The look was perfect!

 

On his Owner's signal that the camera was filming Jordyn suddenly got up from his seat and instead perched himself on the edge of the table, letting his legs swing freely.

 

"You want to take a seat so we can do this filming."  Jerome's tone was hard to define.

 

"I prefer it up here."

 

"I have the camera set up ready for you seated.  So best you sit back in the chair."

 

"Nah - I like it here and you can move the camera."  It felt odd for Jordyn to be talking back to his Owner and it didn't really feel right - but it was sort of fun.  Especially because it meant he could talk REALLY faggy.

 

"You going to sit in that chair or not?"  Now Jerome sounded a little more pissed.

 

"No I'm not and you can't make me!"

 

Jerome went to the camera and adjusted it.  Once he saw the lens pointing up into his face Jordyn gave it his cheekiest grin.  He kept swinging his legs and moved a hand up to smooth some hair behind his ear before taking a lock and twirling it in his fingers,

 

He looked into the lens, knowing that it was live, and imagined the men who would watch him.  He sent them a smile of pure almost girlish beauty and an enthusiastically faggy wave.  "Hi!"

 

"You going to behave now?"

 

"Don't I always behave?"  He giggled and looked down at his swinging legs.  They looked so much better out of those jeans so he could show off his pink-and-white hooped knee-highs.  "But I said you couldn't make me!"  He stuck his tongue out at the camera.  Even as he did it he wondered if he wasn't perhaps going a little too far!

 

Jerome, behind the camera, gave him a look.  Not perhaps the sort of look that Jordyn might have expected or feared.  Neither a conspiratorial look nor an angry look.  Just a look that seemed to say, 'I'll let this go for now but there will be consequences.'

 

That look couldn't help but put a shiver into the young man's soul.  However, he knew that it was too late now.  He had made his choice.  Now he could only go on as he had begun.

 

Jerome stayed behind the camera, simply checking to ensure the machine was properly set up and recording.  A glimpse at the screen told him what he had known would be the case.  The camera loved the little faggot.  When Jerome spoke his voice was low and measured, as if he had forgotten what had occurred before.  "So tell the men watching who you are and why we are here."

 

"I'm Jordyn and I'm here to invite you all to my party.  What do you call it?  Oh yes - My Breaking In Party!"  A girlish giggle of the purest delight.  "It's going to be such fun!"  Jordyn gave his best coquettish look at that all-seeing, all-recording, camera lens.  "I hope you will all be able to come."

 

"How many guests do you want at your party?  As the host you will have certain duties."  Jerome's tone was dry.  It was obvious how the younger man had chosen to play this.  Well - the little fag would have to be ready to take the consequences.

 

Jordyn made his eyes big for the camera and shook his head.  "I don't know.  I've never done anything like this before.  What do you think would be best?"

 

"Well Jordyn since you are young and inexperienced we maybe should keep this a small intimate affair.  Select the guests carefully, just a few men I know and trust.  Otherwise things could get real out of hand offering a crowd of real men your hole."

 

"My perfect little virgin hole," corrected Jordyn as he fluttered his eye-lashes at the camera and gave his sweetest smile.

 

"Exactly. So maybe we'll have three men for starters."

 

"BORING," yelled Jordyn, "I want at least fifty!"

 

"Five," suggested his owner.

 

"No - fifty!"  Jordyn pouted into the camera and Jerome felt his jaded old cock stiffen in his pants.  The little fucker was playing his part to perfection.  The occasion promised to be real profitable for Jerome, real memorable for his clients and absolutely, positively, unforgettable for this little faggot wannabe slut.

 

"Ten," negotiated Jerome.

 

"I want fifty!"  Jordyn kicked his legs and slapped his palms on the table top.  If the young man took cock as well as he faked a 'tantrum' then he wouldn't disappoint.

 

"You let fifty real men at an unused hole then they'll wreck it, bust it up and ruin it.  Believe me.  How about I invite fifty then maybe twenty will show."  Jerome's voice was calm; a careful negotiation that Jordyn knew was just as assumed as his own petulance.  They were both working towards the same end.

 

"Are most of the men as old as you?"  Jordyn gently bit his lower lip as he grinned into the camera.

 

"A lot of them."

 

"Too old to really fuck me hard then.  Invite them all."

 

Jerome saw the glint of delighted mischief in Jordyn's eye.  The little fucker was really enjoying this.  Well - so be it.

 

"I got well over fifty on my list.  From twenty year old gang-bangers to seventy year olds.  If I invite a man and he shows then you can't be backing out or tapping out.  You'd best start a little more gently."

 

"No!"  Jordyn was petulantly insistent.  "That would be so lame.  I want this first time to be amazing, unforgettable.  Something that will live with me forever.  Invite everyone and I'm going to really misbehave!"

 

The young man was so good at this.  Selecting his words very carefully. He could play the game.  Except, as Jerome knew, this was no game.  "So you understand there are rules."

 

"Who needs rules?"  Jordyn flicked a stray hair up off his face.

 

"At any party I arrange there are some rules."  Jerome saw Jordyn roll his eyes but ignored it.  "First for you - since men will be making the effort to come here then you WILL be here.  No flaking and no excuses.  We had times when the star of the show chickened out - that doesn't happen any more.  You will be here or we will come and get you.  A competitor of mine planned two events just recently and they didn't come off.  I won't allow that to happen with you.  A lot of men have a lot of stored up energy and need a tight hole to use."

 

"Promises, promises," taunted Jordyn as he swung his legs.

 

"But in return you get to set some rules - so things don't get too far out of hand.  So you don't get too far out of your depth."

 

"Huh," said Jordyn, "like that's going to happen with a bunch of old men.  Are we sure that they can all still get it up?"

 

Jerome smiled.   Each and every one of the men in attendance would most surely be proving that as hard as they could - especially after that remark.

 

"So I guess we'd better set some rules.  First - you want condoms?"

 

"Fuck no!  For the first time it has to be for real, raw, like it should be."

 

"Not scared of HIV?  What if any of the men is positive for that?"

 

'I read on the internet somewhere that you can't catch HIV on your first time.  I'm not sure I believe that but it doesn't matter." Jordyn gave a delightfully girlish giggle and skipped off the table to give a little twirl showing off his slim youthful body to the camera, "You can see that I am young and really healthy - I'm sure I'm pretty much immune to infection."  He giggled again and looked straight into the camera.  "Especially from older guys - I mean I'm so much younger than them, so much fitter, so much healthier and soooooo much hotter!  I don't think there's any chance of me catching anything from them and certainly not on my first time.  Like I said - I've done my research."

 

"So you've no issue with Poz men coming?"

 

"Of course not – in fact I’d prefer Poz men to be there.  I want this night to be really special for me.  Thinking someone might be Poz is pretty fun, pretty exciting.  I guess they are welcome to take their best shot but more fool them because like I said I'm coming out of this Negative."

 

"So I'm assuming you're on PrEP?"

 

"What's PrEP?"

 

"Just something some people scared of risks take - a sort of insurance."

 

"LAME!  BORING!  Besides it's not like there's really any risk from a bunch of old men."  He held his palms open.  "I mean just look at me - you think anything like that could ever happen to someone as cute as me!"

 

"So everyone at my events is legal age and consenting.  You got anything else you don't want involved?"

 

Jordyn's brow furrowed and he gave an image of perfect concentration.  "I don't think so - except maybe poop.  I don't like the idea of poop."

 

"So anything except scat is OK - you happily consent to be the star of the show?"

 

Jordyn beamed a beautiful smile.  "I LOVE the idea of being the star of the show.  So yes - no poop but otherwise I consent to everything.  I'm kind of interested what my guests have planned for me."

 

Jerome laughed for the first time.  That low laugh of his that contained a lot more satisfaction and triumph than it did genuine amusement.  The one that sent shivers down his little fucktoys' spines.

 

Little would-be femboy fucksluts like Jordyn were always in a hurry but these things took time to arrange.  Men would be travelling to an event like this.  Some on their own Dollar and some funded by the rich men who made these Pay-Per-Views so very worthwhile.  Jerome had put the young man's image out there a few weeks back and he knew there was plenty of interest.  But nowadays things were not so simple.

 

Back in the day you could arrange a break-in-breeding party pretty easily.   Just get the neg hole to an appropriate venue and nature ran its course.  Plenty of men got to enjoy a fuck and one dumb slut maybe got his status changed.  Now it was more difficult - but that was what provided the opportunity and the profit for a man like Jerome.

 

People knew Jerome did not front, could never be accused of capping.  What he offered was what he provided.  If he said there would be unprotected neg cherry hole then that is what there would be.

 

Men needed to know that because getting the other side of the equation together was the real skill.  Finding a roomful of High Viral Loads primed and ready to give the star of the show exactly what he deserved.

 

"So we are settled then.  You follow my rules to the letter while my guests have no rules except probably no scat and for sure no condoms.  Now let's talk about a safe word."

 

"BORING!"  Jordyn swung his legs furiously and again made a great point of huffing out his cheeks and rolling his eyes.  "Why would I need that?  What's the worst that can happen?"

 

"Well a responsible owner would insist on you having a safe word."

 

Jordyn petulantly stuck his tongue out at the camera. "Can't make me!"

 

"OK boy, so be it, you've made your choice." Jerome's voice was smooth and low but Jordyn saw the glint in the older man's eye.  Again he wondered if perhaps he might have gone a little too far.

 

"Anything else to say boy?"

 

Jordyn hesitated for a moment but then looked straight into the camera lens.  "Not knowing might be fun but I think knowing would be even hotter.  I'd like you to only invite poz men - so I'll know my party will be really special.  Something I'll always remember and carry with me."

 

Jerome continued but this time he was speaking to the viewers rather than to Jordyn.  "You heard what our young friend here wants.  Make sure to get here and be ready to ensure that his big night is all he dreams of and a whole lot more."

 

Jerome switched the camera off and touched its screen a few times.  "All ready to send to the men who will make this happen.  Any second thoughts?"

 

Oh there absolutely were second thoughts.  Jordyn knew he had gone too far.  Too far in teasing the men but also too far in this whole thing to turn back now.  He thought about opening his mouth to say something.  Maybe it would be best if...

 

Jerome pressed a button on the camera. "There we go.  All settled.  That's how we roll faggot.  I do the thinking and I make the decisions.  You ... well you get fucked."

 

The older man smiled and this time it was a smile of genuine pleasure.  Somehow that scared Jordyn more than even his own thoughts.  However, he also knew that his fears didn't matter now.  It was too late for such things to make the slightest difference

 

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[kitpig]

Oh wow... no limits (save for scat) and no safeword... I am looking forward to hearing just how wrecked and broken bfb becomes... and he now knows for sure that his fate is sealed.  Thank you @thescribe730... please keep this up 😈

[backpackguy]

No safe word...and all HVL Poz studs!! Jordyn is such a lucky li'll whore: the fuck flu is roaring down the tracks!!!🧑‍🦰🕳️🍆💦💦☣️☣️😋