The Making & Breaking of BoiFagBarbie

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4 hours ago, kitpig said:

Oh wow… a lovely service, and I really hope we hear more of the events of the evening, the family fall-out and boifagbarbie’s future situation.

@thescribe730 Great writing as ever, and thank you for sharing the story

Hear more of the events?  Oh yes you certainly will!  

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Chapter 17 - The First Encounter

 

Jordyn kicked and struggled as he was carried into the room.  The men around him only responded with laughter, their grip on his arms and legs did not loosen.  In a thousand years there was no chance that the weak delicate boy could ever escape from them.

 

Their movement forward halted and the door behind them was closed.  Automatic cameras moved and focused to capture every element of the spectacle.

 

"Now," said the men's leader.

 

Jordyn squealed in fear as he was thrown forward to land on the filthy mattress, the vocalization of his panic only halted by the impact forcing the air out of his lungs.

 

Two men moved forward and before he could recover his arms had been painfully pulled behind his back and a zip-tie used to fasten his hands together.

 

He struggled to his knees and looked up at the men around him.  They were stripping off their shirts and pants, exposing their dark-skinned physiques.  Muscular arms and powerful thighs, bodies honed in the gym so that out on the street everyone knew not to mess with them.  If you fooled with men like these then you got fucked up.

 

Soon the men around Jordyn had stripped save for their shorts.  Near-nakedness normally suggested some sense of vulnerability but these men only radiated masculine power.  Their leader reached for Jordyn and grabbed his top hauling him to his feet, laughing as he heard the material start to give way.

 

Jordyn looked into the man's face.  There was none of the lust or anger or cruelty he had expected.  Instead, he realised, this was simply an amusement for these men, a game.  They would trash him not because they thought he deserved it but simply because they enjoyed doing it.

 

"Dumb little fag," said the leader and he smiled even as he slapped Jordyn hard on the face.  Then he grabbed the helpless femboy and shoved him across the circle of laughing, leering, men that had formed around him.

 

New strong hands seized Jordyn and again there was the sound of ripping material.  The short sleeve of his top gave way and it hung there as another man delivered a hard slap to his butt.  Jordyn yelped and winced, shying away from the blow and straight into another man's hand which tore at his skirt.

 

"No ... please ..."  Jordyn whimpered as he was thrown from man to man, each time feeling the men rip at his clothing and each time receiving a hard slap somewhere on his body.

 

The only response was more laughter, more verbal and physical abuse.  There was a cheer as his skirt ripped and gave way, exposing fully his butt and his thong.  Hands reached to grope and to slap, eyes sparkled as their blows marked his pale skin with red patches and finger marks.

 

The young man was dizzy and bewildered, losing his own spatial awareness as he was hurled from side to side like a leaf captured and toyed with by a whirlwind.

 

A hand slapped his side and he felt the man's nails scrape across his skin.  The last threads holding his top together gave way and only exposed more of his vulnerable skin to slaps and pinches as the men laughed and jeered.   Jordyn could only desperately try to keep his feet in his heels.  A fall could break his ankle but he already knew that he wouldn't be allowed to fall.  When he lost his balance men grabbed him and hauled him up to continue his disorientation and humiliation.

 

The laughter became much louder and far more derisory when his thong fell apart and exposed his tight little cage.  The flat metal surface with a pair of exposed pink balls hanging beneath only encouraged the groping, questing, hands of the men.  Fingers flicked at Jordyn's testicles and the men enjoyed his little squeals of discomfort.

 

The femboy was naked now, save for his torn leggings and his heels.  Finally, a man shoved him hard and straight back across the circle to the leader.

 

"Oh God," gasped Jordyn, his head dizzy and his body smarting from the many slaps and pinches and flicks.

 

"Ain't you been to College," sneered the leader, "He ain't interested in little fags like you.  Time you met your new Gods."

 

He clicked his fingers and despite all of his confusion Jordyn's training meant that he still recognized the signal.  He dropped to his knees and around him the men were stepping out of their shorts and putting them aside, big dark cocks standing proud.

 

A hand grasped Jordyn's hair and pulled his head to one side, so that eight inches of hard dark meat probed at his face.

 

He knew what he was here for, he knew what to do.  Jordyn opened his mouth and took the cock inside.  Felt and tasted the warmth and power of the man's shaft.  Another man kneeled behind Jordyn and undid the bond on his hands.  Something struck against the side of the femboy's face and he instinctively reached up to take hold of another Big Black Cock.  Then the same happened to his left.

 

Three cocks!  He was servicing three cocks!  Jacking off two and sucking the third.  Excitement started to replace the confusion in his brain.  These men were so big and powerful and masculine, so worthy of his worship and service.  He wanted to be like this for ever.

 

However, there were more than three men there.  A couple were stroking their long hard cocks while looking at him.  The leader had his arms folded and just watched, his big cock standing up straight against the firm muscles of his tattooed belly.  Two more men were hitting at Jordyn's face with their cocks, seeking his attention, while a third wrapped his cock in Jordyn's hair and began to wank himself.  The man behind Jordyn dropped down and began to remove the boy's heels and leggings,  Once the femboy's smooth pale feet were bare the man wrapped then around his hard cock and began to thrust between them.

 

Every part of him was being used for the pleasure of the men's cocks except, of course, his hole.  Jordyn didn't need that fact explaining to him.  The leader still stood aside and still just watched.  To the leader would go the spoils, to him would go the privilege of taking Jordyn's cherry.

 

He iooked up into the leader's face.  The shaved head, the short trimmed beard and the eyes that were so utterly remorseless.  It wasn't going to be gentle...

 

Then the young faggot's attention was turned to more immediate matters as the man in his mouth grasped the sides of Jordyn's head and began to fuck his mouth like an pussy.  His hard cock filling Jordyn's mouth and shutting off his air holes.   Another man grasped Jordyn's nose and held it shut.  The men laughed as the femboy choked and gagged and spat out long streams of saliva.  Men collected that saliva and spread it on their dicks as they repeated the process again and again.  Pounding Jordyn's throat until the inevitable happened.

 

"Fuck yeah!"  Strong hands held Jordyn in place as the cock in his mouth shot its load.  "Don't lose a fucking drop faggot - swallow that shit all the way down."

 

He'd sucked one cock before, swallowed one load, not much experience but invaluable at this moment.  He fought his gag reflex and took the sperm down into his belly.  Looked into the man's eyes as he showed his empty mouth off proudly after the man had withdrawn his cock and stepped back.

 

The pause was momentary, no sort of a rest.  Then he was grabbed and another big Black cock presented to his mouth.  Jordyn knew his place and sucked that cock, began to express himself a little, was rewarded when that second man came fast.  Another heavy load of potent cum swallowed down into the boy's belly.  Once more, the smile and the display of an empty mouth before eager hands reached out and the scenario was repeated again and again and again.

 

Eight loads swallowed, eight men's cocks and balls worshipped until they delivered their load.  The ninth man preferred to keep using Jordyn's feet until cum spurted onto the faggy young man's delicate pale skin.

 

Which left only the leader.  His men had stepped back now, were retrieving their clothing.  It was just Jordyn and him and the femboy knew what that meant.

 

The man stepped forward and a strong dark hand grabbed Jordyn by the scruff of his neck.  He hauled the femboy over to the battered old leather sofa with seemingly effortless ease.  Jordyn didn't try to resist.  There was no point and besides - he knew that he wanted this.  His whole life had been building up to this.

 

A shove in his back and Jordyn sprawled over the back of the sofa.  When he looked up he saw he was looking straight into the blank, dark, lens of one of the cameras.

 

"What's your name boy?"  The leader's voice was low but undeniable.

 

"Jordyn Myers sir."

 

"What are you?"

 

Jordyn knew the answer.  Not just the answer they wanted to hear but also the undeniable, glorious, truth.  "I'm a dirty little femboi slut sir.  A fuck-hole for men to use and ruin."

 

"How many men have fucked that hole of yours faggot?"

 

"None sir - you are the first sir."

 

"You want us to let you go?"

 

"No sir - I want you to fuck me, I want you to fill my boi pussy with poz com just like my stomach is full of poz cum."

 

"You ain't worried about that, you still want to be a little cumslut faggot."

 

"Yes sir - it's what I was born for sir."

 

"Say hello to your parents - tell them who you are are."

 

There was a surge of adrenaline and excitement through the whole of Jordyn's being.  He concentrated on finding just the right words.  "Hi Mom and Dad - I'm a filthy little cumdump slut and..."

 

The words died in his throat and he gasped as he felt a probing presence at his hole.  He knew how it had felt when Jerome had fingered him and he knew how it had felt when Spice had licked him.  This was different and he knew why.  This wasn't a finger or a tongue.  He had prepped himself carefully and he had taken toys back there but this was different.

 

"Relax you dumb slut," the words were snarled into his ear, "stay tight like that and I'll tear you apart."

 

Someone found a little bottle and held it under Jordyn's nose.  He remembered that time with Jerome and he inhaled deeply twice.  He felt that same rush and then the pressure on his hole eased.  Or rather it changed.  From probing at his entrance now the stretching almost burning sensation was inside him.  He gasped again.

 

"He's fucking me Mom and Dad - he's fucking my boi pussy."  Jordyn looked straight into that unblinking camera lens and imagined his parents watching this.  "I was made for this - to be a slut, to be a whore, to be a fucktoy for poz men - to be who I really am, to be BoiFagBarbie."  He only wished he could see their reactions, see them finally understand.

 

"Dirty little fucking slut," grunted the leader as he began to move in and out of the delicious femboy.  "Well Mom and Dad your boy has got a nice tight little hole.  By the end of tonight it'll be loose and ruined but for now its premium fag hole."  It was fortunate for the little femboi that his hole felt so good.  A man wanted to savour a boi pussy as fine and tight as this one.  So the man took it slow at first.

 

Jordyn gasped and sobbed as he felt the man's hard cock inside him.  Each measured thrust opened up a little more of him, claiming a little more of the boy's body and soul.  Jordyn had trained his hole with toys but that had been so different.  The skin-on-skin contact made a connection with this man, the first man to fuck him, even though Jordyn didn't even know his name.

 

"Fuck me ... Fuck me ... Fuck me."  Jordyn moaned into the camera, his pleas rewarded with a rising rhythmn of thrusts that the leader was laying down.  Obscene encouragement came from the man's friends as those who were interested stayed on to watch the show.

 

It had felt so bruising and full to start with but as he relaxed himself into the experience Jordyn began to feel the joy of his submission.  Giving himself to a real man for the first time.  Experiencing the pleasure of being filled by warm pulsing flesh and blood instead of an inanimate toy. He began to respond to the thrusts, pushing back and trying to squeeze the cock as it pulled back after each thrust.

 

The leader's hand landed on Jordyn's butt cheek with a satisfying crack.  "Fucking little whore," the man grunted, "trying to milk my seed.  Chasing my fucking bug."

 

"YEESSSS," screamed Jordyn, "fucking breed me, fill me up."

 

"Don't worry bitch - you'll be getting it.  But I'm gonna enjoy this pussy first and you're gonna take all of me.  Just like a fucking whore should."

 

Jordyn felt the man's grip on his hips tighten, felt that Big Black Cock plunge into his tender hole with renewed strength and power.  The pain was still there but he understand that it was a necessary part of his submission.  With each thrust his satisfaction seemed to swallow up that pain - not to remove it but to accept it as part of the experience.

 

Jordyn felt drips of moisture on his back as the man began to sweat.  The leader had meant to play it relaxed but he found that the hole he was fucking was just too good.  Tight and warm but welcoming too - ready to be fucked and filled.  He'd like to take it home and keep it but he knew what he said had been true.  This sweet little boi pussy wouldn't be the same after tonight.  He just had to relish the fact he was the first to fuck it and he'd be the first to nut deep in it.

 

He'd always loved nutting in a faggy little cracka.  The anticpated pleasure of the concept was its own consummation.  The man jammed his cock home with one last viciously deep thrust and he gifted the slut his whole load, strong pulses of rich seed planted just as deep as he could.

 

"He  - came in me - Mom and Dad - he put his - seed deep  - in my little - boi pussy."  Jordyn panted out the words between deep breaths, as he sucked oxygen back into his lungs.

 

The man wiped his cock clean on the boy's beautifully rounded butt cheek.  He gave it one last harsh slap and enjoyed the pink outlines of his fingers appearing on the soft pale flesh.  "Hey slut," he said, "look back here."

 

Jordyn obeyed and saw the man pointing at the tattoos above his cock.  A positive symbol and the biohazard tattoo that Jordyn now knew so well.  "What does this ink mean faggot?"

 

Jordyn turned back to the camera  "Well Mom and Dad it means the man who just filled me up with his beautiful cum is HIV positive and that means soon I will be too."

 

The leader laughed as he collected his clothes and got ready to follow his men out of the room.  He left with just a few words for Jordyn as the young man remained bent over the sofa, taking in all that had just happened.

 

"Fuck but you are one dumb little faggot."

 

***

[kitpig]

Beautiful... what more can I say?  Now I look forward to the rest of the brotherhood destroying his hole and making sure he is well and truly on the path to poz fagdom

[thescribe730]

Chapter 18 - The Second Encounter

 

"Not bad, not bad at all."  The Bull savoured the taste of his cognac as he watched the screen in the meeting room.

 

"You mean your liquor or my little faggot in there," asked Jerome.

 

"Oh I know that my brandy is good," said the Bull, "no surprises there but with one of these faggy femboi types you never can be sure until they've had their guts painted with Poz seed."

 

"Until they know its too late to turn back."  Jerome nodded and took another drink from his own expensive vintage spirit.

 

"Quite the pretty boi isn't he."  It was now quite clear that the Bull's attention was on the screen's images rather than a mere drink.

 

"He knows it," confirmed Jordyn's owner, "and he's real proud of it too.  Well you know what they say - pride comes before a fall."

 

With that Jerome signalled to the next group.  The ten men had been waiting impatiently and lost no time in heading for the door.  They had plans for a certain little faggot.

 

***

 

Jordyn remained splayed over the sofa's back, his fresh pale skin contrasting with the well-used black leather of the furniture.  It wasn't an entirely natural position but Jordyn didn't want to move.  He felt the after effects of the roughing up that the street men had given him - the slight fatigue and the tenderness in his body - but that wasn't what had his attention and his imagination.

 

He had been fucked!  He thought he could still feel the man's hands on his hips, the man's seed in his hole, the man's cock opening him up in an initially uncomfortable but nonetheless wonderful way.  He remembered the pain and the fullness but most of all he remembered the moment when the man had cum inside his tight little hole.

 

The most important moment of his life.  It wasn't just that it proved to others who he was - it had also proved it to himself.  Jordyn Myers didn't have to fantasize about being BoiFagBarbie any more - now Jordyn WAS BoiFagBarbie.  If he had any doubts the seed leaking from his hole onto his thighs removed them.  It was wonderful - the best moment of his entire, previously unfulfilled and whitebread, life.  He wanted to just stay there and luxuriate in the feeling for all eternity.

 

However, this event hadn't been planned and arranged for the benefit of a dreamy little faggot.  There were men that needed satisfying and ten more of them were about to come through the door.  Men perfectly selected for just what they could bring to the party.

 

Jerome, the boy's owner, was an artist in such things.  He had spent years in the sexual underground of the city.  The adult book stores, the saunas, the very private clubs and the distinctly public cruising locations.  He knew them all and he knew the men who frequented them.  He had a talent for selecting men with the right equipment, the right attitudes and the right desires.

 

Status didn't need to be discussed with these men. Most had ink that didn't leave much doubt.  All were active in a scene where condoms were as rare as the proverbial honest lawyer.  They were all men of experience, men who had been on the scene long enough to be reliable or, at least, reliably unreliable.  Most of this group of men, as with the last group, were probably on meds but that didn't matter - their role tonight and their pleasures didn't relate to that.

 

As the door crashed open Jordyn tried to lift himself off the sofa.  He managed it but he felt the fatigue in his limbs, the result of all that carefully judged treatment by the first group to use him.  He felt a little weird as he stood up - partly dizziness but also maybe something to do with all that cum he had swallowed.  He was just regaining his equilibrium when the first two men reached him.

 

A boot hooked round his naked ankle and allied with a rough hand at the base of his neck Jordyn was forced back over the sofa.  The flat of a hand dealt him a stunning blow on the back of his head but he still felt fingers at his hole, exploring the evidence of what he had done.  The fingers weren't gentle.

 

"Dirty little fag has got himself bred.  Looks like that writing on his back is right.  Kinda cool that we all qualify."

 

Jordyn remembered what Clyde the tattoo artist had written there - in ink slightly faded but still very legible.

 

'FRESH BOI PUSSY

VIRGIN UNTIL

BAREBACK ONLY

POZ CUM ONLY.'

 

"I'll put that fucker right," said a man and Jerome felt something on his back.  As he heard the laughter and jeers of the men around him he knew what the amendment had been.  The second line had been crossed out.  He felt a little rush of pleasure and pride.

 

"Can't have a little cumdump like this pretending to be no virgin."  The man in front of Jordyn was in his early forties, powerfully built with short dark hair and a beard.  "Still he's real pretty for a whore."  The man clamped his hand over Jordyn's face covering the femboy's nose and mouth.

 

Jordyn felt the warmth emanating from that hand, the smell of engine oil just apparent on it seemed to merge into the man's essential masculinity.  He had no desire to resist, even if there had been a point, but he still needed to breathe.  He had to open his mouth wide and try to gain some oxygen but as soon as he did so the man moved his hand.  Freeing Jordyn's nose but pushing four fingers into his mouth.

 

Now there was the taste of him - masculine, experienced and dominant.  Jordyn knew that he could bite those fingers but the very idea was ridiculous.  He was here to serve, to please these men, to be their plaything and their toy.  Even as the hand pushed in further, stretching his mouth so that the meaty fist could slide inside.  Jordyn felt the man's other hand grasp his hair and hold him in place.  The man worked his fist in Jordyn's mouth a little making the femboy gag and groan but all that came out were animalistic noises.  There was laughter and the man withdrew his fist leaving the boi gasping and spitting out long strings of drool from his mouth.

 

The bearded man showed Jordyn his hand, wet with saliva, then used it to slap the femboy hard across the face.  "Pretty or not - a dumb little faggot whore is all you are ain't it boy."

 

Jordyn felt the burning sting in his cheek, felt the blood rushing to his face in reaction and excitement and shame.

 

"Yes sir - treat me like a worthless little whore."  The words ran into themselves in his desperation to express how he felt.

 

"Tongue out," snarled the man before looking at the men around him and the boy.  "Ain't no-one fucking this useless boi cunt yet?"

 

Jordyn put his tongue out and felt the man lay his fingers upon it.  A moment and then the hand was in his mouth again.  Filling him and blocking off his air passages.  Making him gag and cough even as he felt the warmth and weight of a body behind him, a cock finding and exploring his hole.  The bearded man was holding Jordyn's hair again, keeping his head right where the man wanted it, but now other hands were holding him too.  Making sure he was going nowhere.  The man behind him pushed but the boy was just a little too tight.

 

Once again the fist came out of Jordyn's mouth and opened its fingers, came down on the boy's face with a sharp slap.  Jordyn coughed and gasped and spat out thick drool.

 

The bearded man had collected some of the saliva and spread it on his big hard cock.  "Switch," he muttered. "You are giving up that fucking hole faggot and you best relax or this thing will rip you apart."

 

Jordyn knew there would be no little bottle this time.  No lube either except for his own drool and that poz load already in his hole.  He tried to get himself in the zone, to relax his whole self even in the midst of such stimulation and excitement. 

 

'I was born for this, I was born for this, I was born for this....'

 

The mantra ran through his mind as he felt himself carried down onto the sofa itself and turned over.  Hands dragging him to one end so that his head hung down against the leather.  More strong hands grasped his thighs and held his legs up and apart.  Men were talking but Jordyn couldn't grasp or understand their words.  He didn't try to look either - his whole self was invested in relaxing, in giving himself, in repeating those five words.

 

"I was born for this, I was born for this, I was born for this..."

 

He fought the inclination to tense up, kept repeating those words as a foreign body pressed against him and entered him.  His second man, his second cock.  Again a mixture of pain and stimulation and a feeling of utter fulfilment.  He was born for this - born for men to fuck and seed and ruin.  The cock inside him was moving now, each insistent thrust opening him up that little bit more.

 

Another big cock appeared in front of his face and tapped at it.  Jordyn knew what was required of him and opened his mouth.  A hand clamped onto his throat and held him there, his head back against the leather, his mouth open.  The cock was thrust into his mouth, repeatedly thrust hard so that it pounded the back of Jordyn's throat.

 

The surrounding men laughed and cheered as the boy's eyes opened wide and his cheeks grew red.  His boi pussy was taking a real pounding now but they knew the faggot's attention was on trying to get air despite the cock filling his mouth and the hand clasping his throat.  These men knew their business.  At the moment the boy seemed about to break the cocks would be withdrawn from his holes and the men would move round.  Leaving Jordyn just enough time to gasp in air, his boi cunt just enough time to recover, before the next man took his turn.

 

Time was not an issue, the boy's preferences were not an issue.  Each of the men enjoyed his turn in the boy's mouth and each fucked that tight hole.  Only after he had made the full circuit, his face covered with his own drool, was the young man dragged off the sofa and put onto his knees with the men around him, their strong hands working their hard cocks.  Cocks that now demanded a further sacrifice.

 

Jordyn could only kneel there and look up at them, gaze in admiration at their wonderful hard cocks.  His own hand dropped down but touched only the metal of his cage.  Once again he understood how wise Jerome and Spice were.  This wasn't for his pleasure.  Instead he put his hands behind his back, opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue.

 

The first of the men reacted, grunting and cumming hard.  Strong pulses of hot thick seed across Jordyn's face and tongue.  He tasted the rich cum in his mouth but did not need to swallow any, instead letting it slide off his tongue and down onto his body.  Feeling its warmth and consistency on his skin he knew it felt good.

 

Two more men moved up closer and shot their loads, heavy streams of cum spurting at the boy from two directions now.  Coating his cheeks and tongue with their potent male essence.  Jordyn was breathing hard now and felt the need to close his mouth and swallow.  He did so and at that moment the next man shot.  His load streaked over the femboy's nose and as he moved in reaction the next pulse coated the opening of his nostrils.

 

Now all he could taste and smell was cum.  He barely even registered the next man's load landing on his face.   The separate streams were meeting each other on his skin now, the men's cum mingling on his body.  It seemed to be everywhere on his face and sliding down his young pale body in little streams.

 

The sixth (or was it seventh) man shot his load - its first stream a little weaker than Jordyn was used to.  He eased forward to make sure he got it and the second stream pulsed heavier and stronger, the cum just barely missing his right eye.  Jordyn closed his eyes as third and fourth pulses of seed coated his nose and eyelids.

 

"No you don't you little fucker."  That was the bearded man's voice and now Jordyn felt fingers pull his eyelids up, forcing him to open his eyes and stare up at two men as they wanked their cocks.  He knew he should struggle or move but he didn't.  He just watched as the first man's body tensed. A moment later the cum hit Jordyn, with unerring accuracy, straight in his left eye.  Muthafucker!  It stung and hurt bad but Jordyn couldn't close his temporarily blinded eye, strong fingers held it open.

 

He could, for the moment, see only out of his right eye.  The other man moved up close, making sure he wouldn't miss, then did the same for Jordyn's remaining eye.  The salty sting of pain, cum and tears, his howls of protest and the men's laughter.  The fingers finally released his eyelids but blinking only seemed to make it worse at first.

 

Hands grabbed him and pulled him back onto the sofa.  He blinked and sobbed desperately until finally he began to see something through the mess.  He looked down his body and saw the bearded man.  The man moved up close and reached for Jordyn's cage with one hand while with his other he stroked purposefully at his own cock.

 

The humiliation and stimulation of being used by these men had resulted in Jordyn's dicklet straining hard against the unyielding tight restraint of his cage.  He wondered if the man would try to release him but should have released that was not on the agenda, would never be on the agenda.  Instead the man reached two fingers forward to the junction of Jordyn's balls and his hidden small shaft.  The fingers stroked expertly a couple of times and the femboy felt his release.  Felt his own cum dribble out of his cage and onto the skin of his firm pale stomach.

 

The bearded man moved forward so that his own hard cock dominated and overshadowed Jordyn's caged clitty.  A couple of harder strokes to his cock and the man was cumming too.  Heavy pulses of seed that seemed to cover Jordyn's belly, to mix with and overwhelm his own cum.

 

"There you go," the man finally said with a satisfied finality.  His fingers mixed the cum on the femboy's skin.  "Real men's seed, Poz seed, with that puny weak neg jizz of yours.  Mix them together and soon enough its all Poz."  He used a hand to scoop up some of the mixed seed, watched by an almost mesmerized Jordyn, then brought his hand up to smear the residue onto the unresisting face of the young femboy.

 

The bearded man brought his other hand up to Jordyn's throat.  There was, again, no resistance.  The boy knew his place and looked into the man's eyes even as the fingers tightened on his throat, cut off the flow of air.  The two men's eyes remained locked together, an undeniable connection being maintained, until finally the younger man's eyes widened a little.  The bearded man watched closely as the young faggot lost consciousness, careful to remove his fingers at that precise moment.  You had to know what you were doing if you played such games.  Mistakes wouldn't be tolerated.  There were another thirty men yet to have their fun with this slutty little bitch,

 

***

 

Jordyn stretched out and felt the delicious languor of deserved fatigue in his young muscles.  He felt that he was on a beach, naked, with the sound of a gurgling stream in his ears.

 

No - not one gurgling stream - there were two.  At that moment he heard a third stream and felt the warmth of moisture on his body.  The stream was on his legs and then his belly, then a separate stream on his face.  He hadn't moved so how had the streams come to meet him?  His dreaming mind couldn't quite grasp that but now a stronger sense began to break through into his reverie.  His sense of smell.  Streams should have the fresh scent of water and not stink of...

 

"Oh my God!!  Oh no!  Please - please stop - no - please no - you can't - please nooo..."

 

He was suddenly awake and gabbling out words as the three men standing above him continued to piss on his body while he lay there in the wet-room.

 

Despite all of his protests and pleadings the men continued until they were done and he never moved out of the way.

 

"You needed cleaning down - take a look."

 

Jordyn recognised the voice and he again felt fingers clamp on his hair and pull him up onto his unsteady feet.  He was held in front of a mirror and looked at himself there.

 

It hadn't been long before that he had looked so pretty, so delicious, courtesy of his own natural advantages and Spice's skilful make-up.  Now Jordyn looked a total mess.  Drying cum all over a face streaked with black where his eye make-up had run.  Eyes themselves red and blood-shot.  Another part of his face apparently washed clean but showing the start of a bruise from one of the harder slaps he had been given.  There were other marks on his body, where fingers had gripped or pinched or slapped his delicate young skin.  Most of all, however, there was the smell.  He stank of piss - his body, his hair, everything.

 

"Filthy little piss pig cumdump whore - that's what you is.  What are you boy?"

 

"I'm a filthy little piss pig cumdump whore sir."

 

The bearded man laughed.  "How'd a fine young man like you turn out to be such a worthless piece of shit faggot?"

 

Jordyn knew the camera was recording all of this and knew just what to say.  "I don't know - you'd have to ask my parents.  They made me who I am."

 

Once again the man laughed before shoving the femboy into the shower and turning on the water.  A few minutes rest and recuperation were in order for the little cunt.  He wasn't doing at all bad so far but the best was most definitely yet to come.

 

***

[kitpig]

mmmm poor little boifag... remindinghimself this is what he was born for, and taking all the cum, including in his eyes (I love that touch)!

I am very much looking forward to the best yet to come, but also hearing of the reaction of his parents  who made him who he is 😆😈

[PublicFunGuy]

We MUST have a scene including his parents. We have to!

[thescribe730]

Chapter 19 - The Point of No Return

 

"How many men fucked you boy?"

 

Jordyn turned to look into the impassive face of his owner Jerome but as usual the African-American gave little away.

 

"Turn to the front you idiot!"  That was the higher tone of Spice's voice, scolding him for sabotaging her efforts to repair the damage done to his make-up.  It was a bigger job this time - there were bruises to cover too.  She applied foundation that made Jordyn look more obviously made up, more obviously a painted little femboi whore.  Jordyn liked that.

 

"I don't know sir - I ... I lost count."  Jordyn finally answered.

 

"Dumb little fucktoy aren't you.  At least you know how many loads you took?"

 

"Only one sir."

 

"That and whatever pre-cum got into you.  Twenty men sent away satisfied, some of them real enthusiastic about what a hot young boi cunt you are.  How's that make you feel fag?"

 

"Good sir."  Jordyn hesitated and then smiled.  "Really good sir."  He saw Spice looking at him in the mirror.  He couldn't read her expression.  "I enjoyed it sir."

 

"Course you did boi - It's what you was made for.  But we ain't hardly started.  Getting fifty potent men together ain't easy.  The audition, the softening up, tends to get left to some friends who are on meds."

 

Jerome smiled as he saw the fag processing his words, his eyes growing wide as he realized what they meant.  The dumb little whore had been doing well and that first load had helped him in a weird way.  Once he had potent HIV-loaded cum in his body what else mattered.  He could fuck anyone, take any load, do anything - nothing mattered compared to the bug even then working its way into his bloodstream, taking him over and making him one of them.  Jerome had seen that before, the understanding and the submission, the moment a little whore knew his life had changed forever.

 

Now the older man delighted in pulling the rug out from under the young slut, keeping him off balance, fucking with his head.  He laughed his low mirthless laugh.

 

"Thing is I'm all out of safe cocks, all out of what dumb fucks like you call clean cocks.  I just got thirty of the dirtiest, nastiest, fuckers a little whore like you could hope to meet.  They've been enjoying the show, building up those heavy loads of cum they been saving up for you over the last few days.  They ain't gonna be wasting it on your face or your back or your belly. It's all going where it needs to be - into your hole, into your blood, into your future.  You ready for that?"

 

The fear, no the panic, was back again for Jordyn.  The understanding that he could still just walk away, go back to what he had been.  Then he remembered that Jerome had locked the door behind him when he came into the room and what he had been told earlier.  He had been given his chance to leave and he had rejected it.  Now it was too late, now this was going to happen whether he wanted it or not.  The men waiting for him knew that he had given his consent, had been warned that he might scream and struggle and ask them to stop.  That would just be an act, supposedly, some of them might even believe it was.  Most would understand it was just another little faggot finding out he was hopelessly out of his depth, realizing too late just what that meant.  These were men of experience. You didn't front with men like this.  They were here to fuck and to breed whether the little boi cunt provided tried to back out or not.  Jordyn might get cold feet but his hole would still be hot, still crying out to be filled and ruined and corrupted.

 

For many of the men if the little slut tried to fight back or escape it just made it all the hotter.  Not that they were monsters.  There was a safe word at all of these events and if the center of attention used it then they'd back off, that was understood.  No matter how frustrating that was, no matter how much the little whore deserved their nut.  That was one reason Jerome's events were in high demand.  They had a safe word of course and Jerome and all of his invitees and customers knew it.  Only the little femboi pussy didn't know it - him and maybe that trans bitch doing his make-up.  Jordyn aka BoiFagBarbie could scream and fight and beg all he liked but he'd never be able to use the only word that could stop them using him just the way they liked.  That fact gave a pleasing satisfaction to the men patiently waiting for the next act.  These events were a rare treat - a few more minutes just added to the anticipation.  Besides when the time came they could take any frustration at the wait out on that sweet little hole.

 

***

 

"You done a good job girl - our little fag is looking good enough to eat."

 

Spice was putting her kit away.  Jordyn thrilled at his Owner's compliment and turned to look at him again.  The sight made him shiver.  Jerome's eyes just seemed ever more deep and dark, his high cheekbones ever more exposed.  Was that just the lighting?  Maybe - but the message of Jerome's eyes was clear.  He was hungry - eager to consume his prey.  He might genuinely enjoy Jordyn's good looks but only because it would increase the pleasure of ruining him, of destroying him.  Jerome had never made any secret of that fact and yet Jordyn had come here and had given himself to the other man, a Black man old enough to be his grand-father.  A man whose blood and seed carried the virus, untamed and devastatingly potent. A man who tonight would plant that seed into Jordyn's body, would do so in the hope of infecting him, of claiming him in a way that could never be reversed or denied.

 

Jordyn had known all that and yet still he had come, he was here.  That had to make him the stupidest faggot in the world but he didn't care.  He knew he was made for this, just as Jerome had said, it was his destiny just as it was his doom.

 

"Send our boy in."  Jerome's words were acknowledged by Spice as she left.  When the door closed behind her Jerome gave a little hum of satisfaction.  "Thass better.  I've always liked Spice but it was time she went.  This is a time for men, men of the brotherhood.  Spice goes her own way and that's her call but she has no place here now."

 

The door reopened to admit the big man Jerome had called Bull.  His suit had gone and been replaced by a leather harness that left much of his hairy, muscular, body exposed.  Bull saw the look on the boy's face and laughed, a complaisant satisfied laugh.  He'd seen that look many times before.  Hunger and desire waging a battle with fear and concern.  The first two almost always won out - Bull's cock ended up deep in boi pussy.   That was certainly how it would end tonight.

 

With Bull was a much smaller, younger, figure.  A heart-stoppingly handsome young man of 5'8 or so, blonde hair just a little longer than most men would wear it, green eyes just a little accentuated by liner.  His body was young and fit, marked only by small silver rings through his nipples.  So different to Bull but Jordyn felt the same little rush of sexual attraction as he had when he saw the older man in his harness.

 

Jerome clapped his hands twice and Jordyn quickly assumed the required position.  Laid back in his chair with his legs bent and held up to leave his butt exposed.

 

"Fine pussy," said the Bull.

 

Jerome signalled to the younger man who moved forward.  Jordyn's heart almost seemed to stop as the handsome young man dropped to his knees and Jordyn felt hands on his butt-cheeks, so gently easing them apart.  A moment and then something warm and wet.  A tongue teasing and then exploring him.  Making him feel sooooo just fucking amazing!

 

Jerome laughed his low smoker's laugh.  "This here is Ash.  Last time I arranged one of these events young Ash here was the central attraction.  Just like you are now faggot.  How'd it go Ash?"

 

The tongue at Jordyn's ass was replaced by a finger, greasy with lube, which easily slid into the hole and made him gasp.  That test passed the finger was joined by a second and then a third, making Jordyn moan with excitement.

 

"It was amazing."  Ash was answering Jerome's question.  "So fucking good.  Each time."

 

They noticed the little faggot getting prepped by Ash listening hard to that.

 

"Yeah," said Ash and his eyes were intense as he locked their gaze onto Jordyn's.  "It took three events but I got what I wanted, what I needed.  Two lines for a pregnant boi pussy.  The freedom to live as I want to live - the undeniable knowledge of who I am and always have been."

 

"So you made your decision about meds?"  Jerome's voice broke into their communion.

 

"I thought I had better go on them but the first type they tried didn't work."  The young man's voice seemed unconcerned even as his words turned Jordyn's blood into ice water.

 

"That's the vanilla shit - hardly ever works with our graduates.  This brotherhood supplies some seriously potent strains.  Nothing the Doctors can't tame with a little work - not yet at least."

 

"I know," said Ash, his face a picture of delicious concentration as his fingers stretched and teased Jordyn's tender fresh hole, "but I've decided to just let it ride a while."  He withdrew his fingers and again leaned forward to kiss and tongue the delicious fresh little hole.

 

"Fuck yeah!"  Jordyn couldn't help it.  He had to let out just how fucking great it felt!

 

"You thought about the other thing I asked you?"  Jerome was talking to Ash as if Jordyn wasn't there.

 

"Yeah - I, um, left my cage at home."  Ash was working Jordyn's hole with a well lubed dildo now.  Teasing his ring, tapping and gently entering again and again.  Jordyn concentrated on relaxing and doing all he had learned to let the toy in.

 

"Good - because you ain't a boy no more Ash. You are a young man and you'll never be more potent than you are right now.  Almost sacrilege to waste that - when you have so much to offer the dumb little faggots out there."

 

"I'm not sure yet."

 

"I know - topping ain't been your thing but you'll know when the time comes.  Just know I'm proud of you either way brother."

 

Ash sent a look of pure joy and devotion towards Jerome and Jordyn, watching them, yearned to earn his owner's respect in the same way.

 

"For the meantime you'll be in charge of the poppers Ash.  Keep this dumb little slut supplied when he needs it."

 

Bull had been watching too.  Now he moved forward and eased Ash aside from Jordyn's hole.  His own thick finger tapped at it and explored, his own eyes watched the little hole wink and open.  "He's ready - let's get the main act started."

 

Jerome stepped forward and pulled Jordyn's hair aside.  The older man skilfully fastened a black leather collar around the faggot's neck and then attached a leash to it.  When Jerome set off for the door Jordyn had no choice but to follow him.  A few moments let him see the collar and its silver lettering in the mirror and though reversed he read the letters 'B - O - I - F - A - G - B' and knew how the lettering continued where he could not see it.  'A - R - B - I - E'

 

That was who he was now.  Not Jordan Myers the star student, not Jordyn the dumb faggot, now he was BoiFagBarbie and he knew what that meant.  Now he was just a hole to be fucked

 

As they went through the door there was a wave of noise as men cheered and stamped their feet.  From the corner of his eye BoiFagBarbie saw Bull dispense with his black jock-strap.  His cock was left unrestrained and standing proud.  Ten inches of thick meat with a heavy pair of potent balls swinging beneath.

 

Yes - the faggot formerly known as Jordyn was BoiFagBarbie now and he was about to learn what that really meant.

 

***

 

[kitpig]

Now that's an interesting twist, no toxic loads yet... bfb knows his place, but the introduction of Ash into the evening migh have some positive intent on proceedings?  As for Bull... well I couldn't say no, so I am sure bfb will have a blast when he is reamed and the toxic loads pushed further into his torn and distended guts!

@thescribe730 - your genius in keeping us glued to the story is immense - thank you!

[thescribe730]

Chapter 20 - Revelation

 

"On your back on the bench faggot."  Bull's tone was commanding and BoiFagBarbie rushed to obey.  The men had left a space around the bench in the middle of the large room.  A room that already seemed super-heated from the presence of so many men.

 

There really were a lot of men. He couldn't count them but if his owner said there were thirty then he knew there were thirty.  Just as he knew that there was no pretence or subterfuge now.  The other men had been Poz but these men were Poz and toxic.  Unmedicated, detectable, their bodies primed with high viral loads.  He remembered reading those profiles on the forum.  'Poz' was one thing, 'Poz, not on meds' was what he craved, what really excited him.  Well he had that now - he had it all around him.  Excited eyes, determined mouths, stiffening cocks - all there for him.  Only he and Ash looked to be below forty years of age but that didn't matter.  These men were mature, experienced in breaking in new boi pussies and giving them what they needed and deserved. They were just who BoiFagBarbie needed.  Why settle for one poz daddy with a hard cock when you could have two - or ten - or thirty!

 

Thirty was so many men.  He could sense their heat on his delicate skin, smell their musk, their pheromones, their sweat.  Heard the sound of clothes being removed, saw hands gently stroking cocks, sometimes the owners and sometimes not.  Here and there a man dropped to his knees and began sucking the man next to him. BoiFagBarbie saw it all and felt no anxiety or jealousy.  The men were preparing themselves to enjoy his hole and he knew that.  He was the star of the show, the little bratty princess, the dumb slutty cum-pig whore.  In the end it would all come to him.  All of their experience, all of their power, all of their potent toxic cum.  It all belonged to him tonight and he would be getting it - whether he still wanted it or not.

 

The thought sent a chill of ice water through his veins, veins whose blood would soon be tainted and corrupted for these men's pleasure.  Were they sadists or did they just not care about anything but dropping their toxic loads in a neg hole?

 

None of that seemed to matter as Bull grasped BoiFagBarbie's legs and pulled him to the edge of the bench.  The man was strong, a Bull indeed, manoeuvring the younger man like a ragdoll.  He picked up those pale, coltish, legs and put them up to his shoulders as he stepped forward.  The contrast with his tanned hairy chest was as blatant as it was arousing.

 

"You want this fucking cock faggot?"  Bull was almost growling as his cock head pushed up against the tight fresh hole of the dumb little bitch.

 

"Yes sir - please fuck me."

 

"Once a toxic cock is in you it don't stop till it seeds you.  No condoms, no meds, no pulling out.  So you want this toxic cock faggot?"

 

It was so crude, so obvious, so blatant.  So dangerous and so - not risky, risky wasn't the word.  His mind was lost in a fog of conflicting emotions and though he knew what he should answer his mouth was suddenly as dry as the desert.

 

"Who gives a fuck what you want anyway."  Bull smiled and pushed forward.  His now lubed cock was perfectly lined up to the hole and Ash had done the prep work well.  The little faggot squealed like a stuck pig but his hole was warm and tight and welcoming and wasn't that the only thing that mattered?

 

BoiFagBarbie felt that increasingly familiar almost burning feeling as his hole stretched to admit and then accommodate Bull.  Fuck but this man was so big!  BoiFagBarbie tried to say something but it just came out as a squeal.  A squeal that became a moan as the biggest cock of his life so far remorselessly claimed him.  He felt so full, that was obvious, but it was more than that.  As others had fucked him there had been moments of intense pleasure  - moments when they were pressing his 'fag button' as they called it.  Jeering as they saw him react and crave more.  Now this big cock seemed to be constantly stimulating him, massaging him, leaving him no respite from a pleasure so intense it could only be dangerous.  So intense that from this day forward it could never be denied.

 

The cock in him stopped moving for a moment and his eyes popped open. He hadn't even realised he had shut them.  In those intense moments he had only been aware of the sensations coming from his hole.  Now his vision was back and his hearing too, the obscene insults and threats from the men heard but unimportant to him.  All that mattered was that beautiful cock, the way it made him feel, the way it had become the whole center of the world for him.

 

Bull looked into the dumb faggot's eyes.  They were pretty eyes but that wasn't the point.  That wasn't why he looked so intently, why he was careful to notice every reaction of the little slut to his own movements.  Bull knew his business.  He adjusted his technique to maximize the pleasure of the cute little piece of ass he was currently plundering.  He made it real good for the boy but that wasn't why he did it.  How this boi cunt - whose name he had already forgotten - felt about it only really mattered for one reason.  When the Bull did his job right he could take a young fag to places they had never imagined, had never even dreamed of.  He had the experience, he had the equipment - he had the motivation.  Take a little fag like this to those places and the whole rest of their life they were desperate to get back there.  They'd chase that next hit like a crack ho.  Take any cock because it might be the one.  They'd get to the point where they lived only for that next hard cock, that next load of seed.  They'd become just who Bull wanted them to be and that was why he did it.

 

"Keep looking at me," growled the Bull, "I like to look into the eyes of a dumb neg bitch when I knock him up."  There was that additional pleasure of course - but that would be a little while yet.  Just now the Bull had to lay down some pipe, stretch and bruise that sweet little hole a little.  He picked up some pace and gave the boi pussy another couple of inches.  He watched the boi's eyes and saw them flinch a little but keep determinedly fixed on his own.  He liked that and he put a little more power into each stroke.  Heard the boy gasping and even felt his hole clenching a little, trying to milk his seed.  All in good time - he wasn't half done yet.  He kept going until he bottomed out, as he knew he would, the boy was almost petite and Bull was anything but.

 

BoiFagBarbie had held his eye contact with Bull from the moment the incredible fuck had started,.  Before had been amazing but this was just sooooooooooooo good!!!  This was how it was meant to be, this was what his whole life had really been building up towards, this was what he had dreamed about so many times.  Finding a man like this, a man who could do this to him.  The moments of pain were so worth it, were so much a part of it. Part of giving himself - part of his sacrifice.  Besides they faded and just left the amazing pleasure, the amazing high and he rode that high like a motherfucker, fought to keep his eyes locked on the eyes of the man who could do this to him, could make him feel like this.

 

Then - it happened.  The big cock inside him hit something and it hurt, it hurt bad!  It might be ripping him up inside!  He howled in pain.

 

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO - NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO  - STOPPPPP - PLLLLEEEEEASSSE - STOPPPPP."

 

All he heard were the shouts and cheers of the men surrounding them, all he saw were the eyes of the Bull.  All he felt was that big cock withdrawn and then pushing forward - again, again and again.  It was too much - he couldn't take any more.  And then...

 

Then, it happened.  Something seemed to give, deep inside his body, seemed to 'pop'.  Bull's big cock pushed on to claim new virgin parts of his body and mind.  BoiFagBarbie put his head back and howled again but this time not in protest but in pure pleasure and amazement.  How could something feel so fucking good!!!

 

Again he heard and saw nothing, knew nothing except the feelings from his boi pussy.  His whole body quivered, his legs against the Bull's broad shoulders, his arms held in position by two other men.  His little cock spasmed inside its cage and shot cum over his flat stomach.  All just symptoms of the wave of sensation and pleasure that had peaked and crested within his mind, body and soul.  He gasped again and finally opened his eyes.

 

That was the moment the Bull had been waiting for.  Seeing those pretty eyes open all full of wonder and amazement and joy.  That was the moment he needed.  A couple of hard thrusts and then he was sending powerful pulses of his toxic seed as deep in the little whore as he could plant it.  So deep so that it wouldn't ever come out, would always be a part of him.

 

Bull smiled in satisfaction as the look in the young man's eyes changed.  The slut had discovered the rewards of the life he had chosen and now he also knew the price he had to pay.  Sperm and virus planted deep in their millions and it would only take one.  Boi fags were like girls that way - you didn't get 'a little pregnant' and it surely did change your life.  Bull knew that from personal experience, every man there knew that from personal experience.

 

Only one person there did not, BoiFagBarbie.  Well, Bull was pretty sure that would soon be changing.  The big man puffed out his cheeks and exhaled.  It had been a job well done and he was almost reluctant to withdraw his cock from that fine hole.  However, there were others waiting.

 

BoiFagBarbie saw Bull withdraw and felt regret.  He wished he could hold this man close - the man who might just have pozzed him.  However, that wasn't going to happen.

 

As Bull withdrew another man took his place.  A much smaller, younger, man - whose much smaller cock looked painfully hard.  Inexperience made entry a bit of a fumble but soon the cock was home and then the young man set up a furiously fast, frantic, rhythmn.

 

In the back of his mind BoiFagBarbie understood that this was Ash.  The young newly converted and highly toxic man had made his decision.  Being a top may never have interested Ash before but now things were different.  Now he had a meaningful contribution to make, a real target to accomplish.

 

Jerome looked on and nodded his approval.  Ash had that youthful, healthy, harmless look that always went down real well with the explorers and the experimenters.  The married men sneaking out for some cock.  The newbies just getting started.  Most of those sorts would run a mile from men like himself, Wolf or the Bull.  Run and NEVER look back.  Sweet little Ash there would have them desperate to bend over a bench or against a tree or in some club back-room.  Not even thinking about a condom until they felt his seed shot up in their guts.

 

Yeah - Ash was a valuable addition to the brotherhood.  The night was going well and it had only just begun.

 

***

 

[kitpig]

Oh my... I had wondered if Bull might be later in the chain, but first wrecking and seeding done... no looking back, not need to think in regret!  And I am so pleased to see Ash making his move, or leaving his mark... who knows, but another great chapter  @thescribe730 - thank you :)

[thescribe730]

Chapter 21 - Just a Piece of Meat

 

Ash wasn't exactly operating at 100%.  His fever had long broken but he still felt a little different, understood that it was the result of the virus colonising and transforming him.  It had been a strong sensation at first but with each day his body seemed to acclimatize to it, to accept the new reality.  To the point where he had decided to delay trying the meds again, to keep for a while a heavily charged load in his balls.

 

From that moment, he now understood as he sank balls deep in boi pussy, he had really made his decision about 'topping'.  It hadn't ever been his thing but now everything had changed.  Seeing the faggot spurt his weak neg cum all over his belly had left no doubt in his mind.  Small and young as he was he had made sure he was lined up to take the Bull's place.  To be next to plunder that still almost fresh hole, to be next to fill it with toxic seed.

 

Ash didn't want to look deep into the faggot's eyes.  He still wasn't sure of his own reaction if he did so.  Looking into those young innocent eyes and knowing that he was going to fuck their owner up, fuck him up just for Ash's own pleasure.  Ash might not be able to go through with that.  So he refused to meet the faggot's eyes.  Instead he just looked down at his cock hammering in and out of the hole, relished the sight and used all his young strength to fuck the slut as hard as he could.  Kept going until he knew he was past the point of no return and he had shot a huge load into the faggot, gasping as he shot spurt after spurt of his charged cum into the neg hole.

 

That was all the fag was to him.  A hole that he could use to empty his balls into.  Now he had done it and Ash stepped back.  Felt the hands of his new brothers as they slapped him on the back or hugged him.  They all knew that a young man's first time was special and now Ash knew it too.

 

Almost before Ash had moved away the next cock was pushing home into a hole already so much easier to penetrate than just a short time ago.  BoiFagBarbie looked up and saw a face he seemed to recognize.  A Latino, quite dark-skinned, with a cruel look on his face.  The young slut felt a hard pounding rhythmn, just as with Ash, but this man had a much bigger cock.  A cock that punished and stretched and bruised tender flesh as well as massaging his fag button.  BoiFagBarbie felt the pleasure and the pain and knew it was a cocktail of sensations that he lived for now.

 

Where did he know that face from.  From college - he didn't think so.  From home - surely not, unless he was a delivery...  Yes, now he knew!  The man who had picked him up in the van.  BoiFagBarbie hardly even registered that he could now think such thoughts despite the heavy fucking the man was laying down on his hole.  Getting fucked hard had very quickly become the new normal.

 

"Puta!"  The man snarled and spat into BoiFagBarbie face.  He hadn't appreciated not having the faggot's full attention.  Now his strong brown hand smeared his spittle over the younger man's face, made that faggy make-up of his smear and run.  The Latino was a man who liked to fuck men.  He didn't want his men to look like girls or sissies.  Once their make-up was ruined it broke that illusion and showed them for what they were.  Dumb fags desperate for cock and made to take charged seed in their holes.  Fags who would do anything, be anything, to keep those cocks hard and ready.  He spat again and smeared more of the make-up.  Made the boy look more like an inept clown than a pretty girlie.  That was just how he liked it and he picked up the pace.  Dumb fags got what they deserved if they tried to play with him.

 

Jerome wasn't surprised when Rafa had been next in line to fuck.  He had deserved it.  He and his two friends had come all the way from Miami, adding a very special something to the occasion.  Rafa was good at opening up reluctant holes and he and his buds brought a very special Cuban gift with them.  Jerome remembered it making all the press and the websites back in the day.  Very virulent and very fast acting - not a strain to fool around with, not unless you had a real strong motivation.  Like, for instance, fucking a dumb faggot who'd made a video boasting that he couldn't be infected by HIV.  That would do it for a man like Rafa - you didn't doubt his potent masculinity and come away without his strain coating your guts.

 

That Cuban strain was famous of course but it was still, just about, tameable.  It was more notable for its potency than its resistance, though it could beat the meds Doctors still used as a first resort.  The same was true of the newer Dutch strain.  That also could be tamed, currently, but if it broke free then it worked fast.  The British couple in attendance, Shaun and Jacob, had gone to Amsterdam back in the day for the weed but had stayed long enough to acquire that very special Dutch strain in their blood-streams.  They'd be back on meds (and hoping the treatment would work at least one more time) as soon as they got home but for the moment their unleashed strain was primed and ready to wreak havoc in any hole it gained access to.  Beginning with the faggot here and later, no doubt, in some of the City's more public breeding areas.  If you went to such places you knew what you would get and the Brits could supply that extra special Dutch flavor to anyone brave or naive enough to let them in raw.

 

There was a lot of talk about drug resistance, whispered in the community and acknowledged by men like Jerome.  The virus was a powerful thing - one day it might overtake the efforts of the medicos and truly break loose again.   Jerome hoped he wouldn't be here to see it - once had been enough.  He'd lost enough friends and lovers then for a thousand life-times.  It was the meds that let Jerome do what he did.  Anyone taking seed at his parties could find PEP easy enough, could go onto treatment if they didn't.  No-one needed to really be doomed unless they got themselves into that position by their own choice or choices.  Sometimes a man courted destruction so long as it was on his own terms - no-one needed to tell Jerome that.  The mirror did it every morning.

 

The undisputed champion of the strains was still the Haitian.  The first-line treatments didn't even scratch that potent little itch, the fall-back drugs became the first line of defence.  It didn't move as quickly as some but if those last lines of defence crumbled or you played around with it in your veins too long then it took you just as certainly.

 

Jerome looked over the crowd and smiled as he saw who he was looking for.  They hadn't been sure about flying at the moment and New York was a long drive away but the lure of virgin boi pussy had proved too much of a temptation for them to resist.  Marcel and Jean-Claude were here to represent the Haitian community - in every way possible.  Jerome's own blood also carried that Haitian strain but it was still good to know it would be represented first-hand.

 

This country was famously a melting-pot, a swirling pool of cultures and ethnicities.  You saw it in the streets, in the cuisine, in the very names of the people.  Jerome was proud that you saw it here too.  Strains from all around the world, bringing all their powers and strengths, all to unite in a little faggot's ruined asshole.

 

"You dumb fuck, you dumb fuck!"  Rafa's heavily accented English was spat out as he slapped the faggot's stupid face.  Hard from the left and then hard from the right.  "You think it's a game - you dumb puta.  It's no fucking game.  You whores get what you deserve."  He showed his teeth and snarled as he felt the Cuban-enriched cum shoot out of his cock and into the dumb boi cunt he'd just enjoyed roughing up.  He paused only to push a finger into the boi's pussy and run a long sharp finger-nail through the gathered cum.  The little faggot felt that alright - looked up at him and fucking smiled.  Rafa spat into the dumb cunt's stupid face one last time and then stood aside.

 

BoiFagBarbie lay there as a few more men took his hole.  No lube now - just cum.  Bull's had gone too deep to be of use in that way but since Ash had shot a huge load into him that hadn't been a problem.  Now every cock felt a little different, every man had his own technique.  BoiFagBarbie realised that he was getting a crash-course in taking cock, in what it meant to be fucked.  The one thing that was totally absent was any sort of romance or tenderness.  These men hadn't come here just to fuck him, they weren't here because they found him attractive, because they found him cute.  They were here to empty their balls into a dumb neg cunt - fast and hard, just as potent and deep a load as they could manage.  Well that suited BoiFagBarbie just fine.  The Latino driver had been his favorite.  Treating him just as he had long fantasized about being treated.

 

The next two men spoke to each other in a language BoiFagBarbie recognised as French, or at least a sort of French, but which he could not understand.  They were both very dark-skinned and their strong arms took a hold of him and turned him over on the bench.  Practised fingers attached leather cuffs to BoiFagBarbie's wrists and ankles.  Those cuffs were attached to each other by silver chains and once secured he found his movement very limited.  He was on his hands and knees, his plump butt supremely available for anyone with a hard dick.  His head was held down against the stained leather of the bench.  He smelled sweat and cum there.  A momentary hesitation and then he was breathing deep, taking in all that wonderful masculine aroma.

 

A fresh cock nudged at his opening. BoiFagBarbie didn't need to react or to think about what to do.  He automatically prepared himself and made himself as open to be fucked as he could.  The cock didn't enter him - instead it tapped two or three times at his sensitive opening.

 

There was laughter and a cheer or two from the watching men.

 

"Little fucker's getting a bit of a gape!"

 

"Gonna be a lot bigger soon!"

 

"Gonna be a wrecked hole by the time we're all done!"

 

BoiFagBarbie felt warm liquid trickle down his balls as he knelt there helpless, completely at the mercy of these men.  That had to be lube - right?  Then he remembered that there hadn't been any lube for quite some time.  The only lube had been cum, the same cum as was now pouring out of his half-gaped hole.  Many men's cum churned together and now overflowing from his body.  Poz cum, toxic cum.

 

"Fuck me - please fuck me!"  He squealed until the man finally took pity on his little cunt and filled it with his hard toxic cock.

 

There would be no mercy shown by these men - and BoiFagBarbie wouldn't have it any other way.

 

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