The Making & Breaking of BoiFagBarbie

[thescribe730]

Chapter 24 - A Morning After

 

Jordyn opened his eyes.  He felt the smooth sheets against his naked body and then winced as he tried to move.  Everything ached - especially his back and his nipples.  He raised the sheet and glanced down.  When he saw the rings there he knew that this time none of it had been a dream and that this time there would be no waking up in his bed at the family home.

 

Memories flooded into his mind of all that had happened.  The ceremony, the street thugs, the cum and the piss.  Then his breeding.  All of those men, all of that cock.

 

There had been WAY too many men.  By the time they had lifted him into the sling he had been pretty much out of it.  Maybe the poppers had something to do with that. Anyway, he couldn't remember much after Clyde had...

 

That explained why his back hurt.  He shifted and felt a new focus of discomfort.  It wasn't that surprising - his hole had taken a lot of cock and he hazily remembered something else too.  Despite all the discomforts he now felt his little dicklet rise to full attention. That somehow didn't seem right.

 

The door opened.

 

"Oh hi sweetie you are back with us!"

 

"I've been asleep," he said groggily.

 

"Oh only for about two days on and off," responded Spice breezily.  Her peroxide hair was its usual stark contrast with the dark make-up around her eyes.  "I've been coming in to check on your piercings and artwork.  It's all fine.  Now we need to get you washed and some food into you."

 

Jordyn looked around him again.  He was in a small room.  It was really only a bed and a chair and a wardrobe.  There was nothing personal about the room and he recognised it for what it was.  A guest room.  How many other young men had recovered here, how many had been looked after by Spice?  He could ask her of course but it didn't really seem to matter.

 

"Er - I've got some pain in my ... um."

 

Spice looked at him like he was an idiot.  "Well you let a crowd of big hairy guys at your sweet little virgin hole.  Of course it hurts!  It's nothing that spectacular - believe me I've seen a whole lot worse.  Give it another couple of days and you'll be horny for more cock.  Like I say I've seen this plenty of times before."

 

Jordyn got out of bed and gingerly stood up.  Hardly even registering the fact that he was naked.

 

"Talking of horny," giggled Spice.  She ushered him through into an adjoining little bathroom. Then she lathered her hand and carefully cleaned Jordyn's stiff little dicklet.  "What's the reason for this then?  Just pleased to see me?"  Spice bit her lower lip as she grinned up at him.

 

"No - I mean yes, I mean - I don't know.  I was thinking about you know."

 

"Oh well - I won't take offence.  You've got rave reviews - you want to see?"

 

Well of course he did.  After thy had cleaned him up properly Spice handed him her phone.

 

Jordyn took it and then paused.  He knew this was likely to be exciting.

 

"I'm not wearing my cage."

 

Spice smiled at him.  "It's in the draw of the bedside table sweetie."

 

Jordyn found it while Spice went and ran some cold water onto her long fingers.  A few judicious touches and Jordyn's little cock  had shrunk enough to go back into its cage, where it belonged.

 

Jordyn reached for the phone.  Now he could enjoy himself.

 

***

 

Over the next couple of days Jordyn watched the full three-hour film of his destruction all the way through three times, watched certain sections many more times than that.  That last part, after all the men had emptied their balls a second time, when Ash had lubed up his entire hand.  The young man's fingers and then wrist had disappeared into the gaping raw hole that even now Jordyn could hardly imagine was his.  The hole of BoiFagBarbie.

 

How had he taken that fist, almost that arm?   Ash was quite slight but it still looked amazing.  The fingers deep within BoiFagBarbie churning and mixing the toxic cum that filled him. Pushing it against any damage, any abrasions, any wounds in the healthy young faggot.  Most amazing of all was the fact that until he had seen it on the video he really couldn't remember it. He had been too far gone by then.  Had it only been poppers?  Spice said that he hadn't been given anything else and he thought he could trust her.  Had it just been his own horniness that had taken him so far out of reality?

 

He loved reading what the men had written about it.  The men who had been there and the men who had settled for a live pay-per-view or for receiving a copy of the edited down masterpiece via the internet.

 

Jordyn's parents, of course, did not have to pay.  They also still had a DVD player.  A disc had appeared in their mail-box just as Jordyn's rules of submission had arrived that day which seemed like a lifetime ago.  The personal delivery unnoticed, the man responsible unidentifiable even if a camera had caught him.

 

It was the only physical copy ever produced but Jerome and his boys didn't skimp on such things.  A talented young man had designed a beautiful cover.  It was titled, 'The Making and Breaking of BoiFagBarbie,' with the cover picture separated into two halves.  On one side the smiling and undeniably recognizable Jordan Myers stood outside of his family home.  On the other BoiFagBarbie, his face plastered with make-up that had run from sweat and spit and cum and maybe even piss, naked in the sling with a dark-skinned man plowing his hole.  The femboi's mouth open as he howled out his ecstasy.

 

The pictures were so different and it seemed impossible to believe their message but they had been carefully chosen.  Once you saw that the two young men were in fact the same young man then you could never un-see it.

 

The only negative response had, strangely, been from the Breeding Zone.  Apparently Jerome's account there had been banned permanently.  They didn't approve of him snatching up all their cutest little prospects.  That sort of thing couldn't be encouraged.  They had a reputation to maintain!  Fortunately, according to Spice, Jerome always had a couple of back-up accounts just for such contingencies.

 

***

 

Jerome himself had been noticeable by his absence.  It stayed that way until a couple of days later.  However, when his owner did arrive he did so in company.

 

Spice had answered the knock on the door and opened it to reveal Jerome and a Metro Police Officer.  The latter looked stern and had a hand on the butt of his firearm as he waked into the apartment.  He was a big man, over six feet tall and with a powerful physique.  He was sort of familiar until you understood a man very like him was the perfectly-toned eye-candy on every Police procedural TV show.  The Officer looked around him until he saw the person he was looking for.

 

"You Jordan Myers?  You've been reported missing and then reported kidnapped.  This gentleman," he nodded at Jerome, "came forward with some different information.  You got your ID?"

 

Jordyn had no clue where his driving license was but fortunately Spice had it and handed it over.

 

The Officer scrutinised it. Then he sent a stern glance at Spice and Jerome. They left the room and the officer closed the door behind them.

 

"Take a seat," he said.  His voice was deep and stern, just dreamy.  Despite everything Jordyn felt the now familiar sensation of his dicklet straining against his cage.

 

The Officer took a chair and pulled it close to Jordyn.  So they could speak without being overheard.  As he came close Jordyn felt he could sense the Officer's wonderful masculine musk.  It made it really hard to concentrate on answering the inevitable questions.

 

Confirming his identity.  Stating that it had been his decision to leave home.  Stating that he was here of his own free will. Confirming that he had not been forced to do anything.  Finally, of course -

 

"So you want me to take you home - to your parents?"

 

"No sir - this is where I belong now, this is my new life."

 

The Officer nodded and tapped his hand on Jordyn's thigh.  "Well I figured it'd be something like that.  The County people put the call in so we had to check it out.  Apparently your Mom knew how things were but your Dad just couldn't believe it.  He was keen to speak with you..."

 

Jordyn was pretty sure that he was.  He could just imagine it.  The sermon, the rage, the abuse.  He considered his response.  "I'm happy to talk with them but they have to accept who I am and they'd have to address me by my real name.  BoiFagBarbie."

 

That was never going to happen.  He knew that and he knew the Officer would too.  He waited for a response.

 

The Officer just stood up and laughed.  He opened the door to let the others back into the room and to signal the end of the official interview.

 

"OK - well I've got all I need for the report.  Nobody is missing and nobody has been kidnapped.  The subject has left home voluntarily and is living with a trans sex-worker.  There is no coercion and the subject is believed to be active in local homosexual activities.  Like I say that's all I need."  He stood up and nodded to Jerome before leaving.

 

Jordyn let out a huge sigh of relief.  "He was, um, OK."

 

Jerome let out his low mirthless laugh.  "Hardly surprising."

 

Spice had been spooling through a certain movie on her phone.  She paused it and then showed the frozen picture to Jordyn.

 

It was him!  The Officer wasn't in uniform of course, in fact he was in a leather harness, but it was certainly him and he was obviously enjoying fucking BoiFagBarbie's cum-filled hole.  The image made Jordyn feel horny and also proud.

 

"Any news on our boi?"  Jerome's voice, honed on decades of cigarettes, was directed at Spice.

 

She shook her head.

 

"Well - it's still early yet."  Jerome clapped his hands once.

 

Jordyn clicked seamlessly into BoiFagBarbie mode.  He stripped off his clothes and knelt down on the sofa with his rear end sticking out and wiggling enticingly.

 

Jerome inspected the little faggot's money-maker.  Amazing how these young holes could bounce back.  He lubed a finger and gently applied it.  BoiFagBarbie signed with pleasure.   Jerome felt that perfect little boi-hole relax to let him in and then tighten as if it was milking his finger.  The little slut was a natural for sure.  More to the point his hole was ready for use again.

 

Jerome withdrew his finger and only for a moment paused to enjoy that perfect bubble booty swaying for him.  Then he lubed up the object in his other hand.  A nice thick butt-plug with an enamelled biohazard symbol visible when it was inserted.  The boi grunted and moaned a little while Jerome was getting it in but that hole was made for good big objects.   Cocks, plugs, fists, whatever - BoiFagBarbie had the makings of a fine young size pig.

 

"Feel good?"  Jerome's voice rasped into Jordyn's ear once the plug was fully inserted

 

"Yes sir - really good sir."  It did - it felt REALLY good.  No pain at all once he'd had the initial stretch - just a wonderful fullness.  Just like when Jerome and Wolf had double-fucked him.

 

"Clothes on," instructed Jerome.  Spice scampered off to find something and returned with the collar.  Black leather with 'BoiFagBarbie' picked out in silver letters.  She attached it around Jordyn's neck and then Jerome clipped a leash onto the collar.

 

"Now we're ready," said Jerome and he led his little boi-slut out of the apartment.

 

***

 

[PublicFunGuy]

Please tell me we get to see what happens when his parents put in that DVD, what they exactly saw, and exactly how they reacted. Wonder if his mum was slightly turned on...

[thescribe730]

That's an idea - I might have to write an additional chapter

[PublicFunGuy]

3 hours ago, thescribe730 said:

That's an idea - I might have to write an additional chapter

Im happy to help you with that chapter if you'd like. With ideas etc. Not that you need any from your impeccable writing so far.

[Bruce999]

Please continue 

[kitpig]

hmmm I was wondering if bfb might get to talk to his parents, and Wolf and Bull take turns making sure that bfb's Dad understands what it is like to take cock... and suddenly finds he likes it too? hehe

A great chapter, and I am left intreagued by the reference to the boi... is that Ash, or someone else, and Does Ash have a 'thing' for bfb perhaps... lots of plot lines should @thescribe730 care to follow them 😈

[thescribe730]

Chapter 25 - Showtime

 

Jerome drove them to their destination.  They were in Jordyn's little vehicle but the African-American was most definitely at the wheel.  That point didn't need to be discussed.

 

It was no surprise that they ended up well outside the city's more tourist-friendly areas.  The only people that came here were looking for one thing.  They passed corner-boys and the ever-present homeless, moved to areas where most buildings seemed derelict or at the very least extremely badly maintained.

 

One of them was an old store-front with 'The Hole In The Wall' scrawled on a board nailed up above the shuttered window.  A scattering of vehicles were parked on the weed-strewn couple of vacant lots across the otherwise deserted roadway.

 

Jerome parked up.  "That right what Spice said?  You been feeling good - you ain't had no headaches, no fevers?"

 

"No sir," answered Jordyn.

 

"Then you know what you need to do."  Jerome pointed to his waist-band.

 

The younger man needed no more encouragement.  The last few days might have healed his body but his mind and dreams had still been filled with images and memories of men. How they could make him feel; how they could complete him.  He wanted and needed more and he knew, in his very bones, that feeling would never leave him now.

 

Jordyn undid his Master's pants and eased them down, his mouth almost watering at the bulge in Jerome's shorts.  There was no mystery about this now - only raw desire.

 

His Owner's cock was pretty much perfect.  Its dark skin warm and strong, its potent power undeniable.  Jordyn couldn't take his eyes off it as it grew fully hard at his first touch.  It seemed impossible that big cock had been all the way inside him.  However, he knew that it had been and it soon would be again.

 

"You wanna suck it faggot?  Your choice but sucking won't get the job done."  The growl in Jerome's voice was like the most harmonious music for the boy.  It told him how much his Owner wanted to fuck him and that made Jordyn feel really good.  It was, after all, what he was for.

 

"I want you to fuck me sir."

 

"Get them fucking pants off then and get around here."  Jerome opened the door on his side of the vehicle.

 

Jordyn didn't look around him.  There were vehicles parked nearby and there were people in some of them but Jordyn didn't care.  The only thing in his mind at that moment was that perfect Big Black Cock.  Just how good it could make him feel.  He pushed his pants and underwear down and over his sneakers in a single movement.  Then he opened his own door, feeling the cool of the air on his skin between his top and his pastel pink knee-highs.  He rushed around the vehicle to his Owner who watched him with that familiar dry, mirthless, smile on his face.

 

"Can't fucking wait can you faggot?  In a real hurry for your next dose of my toxic seed."

 

In those few steps Jordyn had felt the change in himself. From the curious femboy to the hungry boi-whore, from Jordyn Myers to BoiFagBarbie.  As BoiFagBarbie he knew just how to answer his Owner.  Not with words - words were cheap.  Instead he stopped in front of Jerome and turned, slowly twerking his perfect bubble butt for a Poz man old enough to be his grand-father.  That was how BoiFagBarbie answered questions like that.

 

He felt Jerome's eyes burning into the pale curves of his sweet butt.  Knew that others were watching too.  It excited him and it only made him ever more sure that this was the real him.  He eased his way back the few inches separating him from his owner and he waited with the anticipation almost too much, his heart beating fast in his chest.

 

Finally, after a few seconds that seemed like an age, he felt it.  A strong dark hand gripped his hip, claimed him as the fucktoy that he was and needed to be.  He held still as his Owner eased the butt plug out of his hole.  Then he let those thin dark hands guide him back and down, only then breaking his resolve and finally glancing down between his legs.

 

Nine inches of beautiful Black cock standing proud and ready.  Ready to take his hole.  Ready to claim him with potent toxic seed.  Once it would have engendered nervousness and fear but now BoiFagBarbie felt only desire or even greed.  He pushed his butt back towards his owner, eager to show just how much he wanted and needed that cock.

 

A dark hand cupped his balls where they dangled helplessly and harmlessly beneath his cage.  It held him as Jerome's fingers explored and lubed him.  Then BoiFagBarbie finally felt the tip of his Master's cock at his hole. He tried to stifle his excitement and breathed deeply, relaxing his body, was rewarded by Jerome pushing his first couple of inches home.  BoiFagBarbie winced and tried to stifle his whimper of pain.  He didn't want his Master to stop - it hurt but it hurt in the way he was coming to love.  The way that told him he was getting what he needed.

 

"Horny little faggot ain't he?"

 

"Taking cock good for a little slut!"

 

Those comments weren't from Jerome.  BoiFagBarbie was aware of men standing and watching him.  First two and then joined by two or three more.  He didn't care if they were watching him and talking about him he only cared about taking that Black cock in his sweet young hole, he only cared about serving his Owner by serving his own primal and undeniable needs.

 

Jerome had a good rhythmn going now - heavy potent thrusts deep into his boi-slut's tender hole.  It felt good, really good, and he didn't give a fuck who was watching either.  Some men came here for a show and BoiFagBarbie was way cuter than most of the little fags they saw get a good pounding.  As proof he saw men taking their own cocks out, wanking them furiously.  Jerome didn't give a fuck about that either.  They could wank or even shoot their load and he didn't care.  What mattered was his seed, his strain, and that wasn't ending up on parking lot asphalt.  That was going to breed the dumb little fag that was moaning and gasping with pleasure on his cock.

 

"Oh fuck - that young whore is taking it raw!"

 

"Cute little cunt but he's gonna get fucked up for real."

 

"Not so many chasers as pretty as him."

 

The words flowed over BoiFagBarbie's consciousness.  They registered but only to be stored away and savoured later.  At the moment he still needed to ride the meat inside him, to feel every exquisite sensation that his Owner's big cock could give him.  He opened his mouth and gasped for oxygen.

 

One of the voyeurs was standing back and smoking a cigarette, seemingly much less excited than the rest.  He was an African-American, shabbily-dressed and at least in his fifties.  "Hey Jerome," his voice rasped through the evening air, "that dumb little cunt know you're Poz as fuck, he know what you're gonna give him?"

 

"Oh shit - that's Jerome.  I've heard about him!"

 

"The poor little fucker."

 

"Jeez - this is ... Jeez!"  The last words punctuated by a gasp as a man came, heavy spurts of his cum splattering down onto the cracked asphalt.

 

BoiFagBarbie felt as well as heard Jerome laugh behind him.  "Well faggot you know what we're doing here?"

 

"I'm getting bred - you're knocking me up - making me pregnant - pozzing me up.  FUCK YES - MAKE ME POZ"  BoiFagBarbie couldn't help shouting out the last words - he needed everyone to know.  Not just his parents or his College but the whole fucking world!

 

Some men seemed shocked by the implications and were staring as they might at a road accident or the aftermath of an explosion.  However, none of the men looked away and none of them stopped stroking their cocks. 

 

Eyes still stared at his cute body as it was ruined in front of them, hands still stroked hard cocks as they dreamed of being Jerome or being him or whatever the fuck it took to get and keep them hard.  That was all these men cared about - getting hard - he was just a means to an end on a night in the city.  BoiFagBarbie knew that and BoiFagBarbie didn't care.   BoiFagBarbie only cared about that hard cock in his hole, the heavy Black balls pushing up against his body, the potent toxic load that would soon be his to savour and to use. That would make him complete, that would knock him up.

 

"Where you want my charged load bitch?"

 

It wasn't a real question and BoiFagBarbie knew it.  It was just for the men watching.  Jerome and his fucktoy knew how this had to end - how that supposed enquiry could only have one answer.

 

"Plant it deep - so it stays in me - so it owns me.  POZ ME!"

 

Again the achingly beautiful young femboi howled into the night and this time he felt strong fingers grip his hips as his Owner, for once, followed his cue.  BoiFagBarbie was sure he felt those heavy spurts of toxic cum deep into his body, stopped counting them after five. He just worked his butt to milk Jerome of all that precious seed, just like a real man's boi-slut should.

 

BoiFagBarbie was vaguely aware of more men cumming, two or three, groaning as their seed harmlessly marked the ground.  Those men would remember tonight.  How often did they come here hoping for a show?  Apparently they got one often enough to keep coming back.  Well, that might be true but they didn't usually get to see a little whore as cute as him pozzed and ruined right in front of them.  Yes, they would remember tonight and they would remember him and that made BoiFagBarbie feel proud.

 

He'd got all that precious toxic seed now and Jerome eased the femboy up and off his cock.  One hand held him in position while the other carefully reapplied the plug, its enamelled biohazard symbol just evident now at the boy's plundered hole.

 

The older man was the only one whose cock had stayed in his pants.  Maybe he was just one of the homeless guys that lived around here, maybe he wasn't here for the show.  He looked shabby enough, like a man society had used up and thrown away.  Now the old man spat on the floor in disgust and turned away.  BoiFagBarbie saw and understood.  His parents would think a man like that was the lowest of the low but the man had made it quite clear what he thought of what he had just seen, of the little faggot who had performed for a bunch of dirty old perverts.

 

BoiFagBarbie knew all that and he didn't care.  He didn't care what anyone thought about him any more.  The only people that mattered were himself and the men who could make him feel as wonderful, as truly fulfilled, as he did at that moment.  His hole tightly plugged to keep his Master's wonderful charged load inside him, where it could claim him.

 

"You still hungry whore?"

 

"Yes sir."

 

Jerome got out of the vehicle and pulled his pants up. He looked over the little group of men, most still stroking their cocks, with a cynical gaze.  "Like you all saw this little slut's hole is freshly tainted but he can still give a fine blowjob.  Anyone wants him to prove that knows where we are."

 

He reached down for the leash that still dangled from his boi-whore's collar.  Then Jerome set off for the shuttered building pulling BoiFagBarbie along with him.  Not that the faggot seemed to have a problem with that.  Nor did the little group of men that followed him across to The Hole In The Wall.  A few of them had only ever watched before but tonight the temptation was just too much.

 

***

 

[thescribe730]

6 minutes ago, kitpig said:

hmmm I was wondering if bfb might get to talk to his parents, and Wolf and Bull take turns making sure that bfb's Dad understands what it is like to take cock... and suddenly finds he likes it too? hehe

A great chapter, and I am left intreagued by the reference to the boi... is that Ash, or someone else, and Does Ash have a 'thing' for bfb perhaps... lots of plot lines should @thescribe730 care to follow them 😈

When Jerome talks about 'his boi' at the moment then that is Jordyn.  A week has passed so he is asking about his boi's health and we should all be able to guess why

[Trash]

Gawd I hope this never ends. After barbie ends up like Kyle at the beginning, or worse, we can just meet the next boy.

[thescribe730]

Chapter 26 - The Hole In The Wall

 

Jerome had pressed a buzzer on the steel door and it had opened to admit them. The place had obviously once been a store before the community here had moved out.  There were still tattered old adverts and even a few cans scattered about on the derelict shelving.

 

A man looked at them from his place beside a door in the farther wall.  A slight nod for Jerome and then a rather longer, distinctly more predatory, look at BoiFagBarbie.  The little boi-slut felt the blood pumping through his veins at the realization of just how much he loved a man looking at him like that.  Even a bald man in his fifties, with the dark skin of his big fat belly obvious through his undershirt.

 

BoiFagBarbie knew how good he looked, even with a few bruises from his Breaking-In not quite faded.  His cute face, his slim pale body, his bubble-booty.  All on show since he was wearing only his collar, a tiny top that barely covered his newly-pierced nipples, his pastel pink leggings and his sneakers.  Oh and his cage of course.

 

"This little piece count for admission?"  Jerome was smiling contemptuously.  As if he and the man didn't both know that Jerome brought the finest little holes that a place like this ever saw.  Jerome considered it a kind of rite of passage necessary for any dumb little faggot intent on plumbing the depths of his own desires.

 

He'd found the reviews for this place and shown them to his boi-whore.  On a site that was well known for encouraging anonymous hook-ups and sleazy casual pump-and-dumps.  Where men went to find an easily-available man-hole to fuck.  Not exactly the most whitebread audience of reviewers.

 

"A real shit-hole.  Thought I'd be mugged going in and coming out.  Some fucker stole my watch while I was there!"

 

"I always like it a little sleazy but this place was something else.  One and done for me."

 

"Should be called the Cave because there were only ugly trolls there."

 

"Think about going there and then think again.  The homeless guys nearby are probably cleaner."

 

"One Star because I can't give it No Stars - Looks like it was last cleaned in 1958.  Same for most of the clientele."

 

Those and about a hundred others like them - all ravenously read by his little slut.  The little slut now on the end of a leash being led into that self-same notorious den of depravity.  Jerome didn't even need to look back to know how excited the horny little faggot would be.  From about a mile away you could see BoiFagBarbie was way too fine to be wasted on the sort of men that hung around a place like this.  The faggot knew that too and that was why the boi was so fucking excited, so damn horny.  Even with a heavy toxic load already going to work inside his hole.

 

The man in the store just nodded in answer to Jerome's supposed question.  The second door opened and Jerome led his femboy-slut into the darkness beyond.  Then the man started collecting the admission money from the group that had followed Jerome and his little slut in.  He smiled as he looked them over - it promised to be a busy night.

 

***

 

The first thing that struck you back there was the near-darkness but it was pretty soon followed by the smell.  Rank sweat mingled with the smell of state tobacco, old piss and beneath it all the unmistakeable aroma of men in heat.  Some of it long stale, some fresh and potent.

 

There was a flash as Jerome sparked his cigarette.  A fresh scent in the air and also a glimmer of light.  Showing the corridor with water-stains on the walls.  Maybe leaks from the roof; maybe from where men had took a piss.  Plaster peeled, there was dirt on every surface, something small but alive scurried into a corner just outside the range of the dim and temporary light.

 

Jerome just strode forward and BoiFagBarbie followed him.  Down the corridor and then through some heavy dark cloth that draped an otherwise empty doorway at the other end.  Now there was a little more light.  He saw a set of cubicles, each with a door.  His Owner led him into the center one.

 

The cubicle was largely made up of tiling, all dirty and mostly cracked or broken.  The floor was hard, some sort of heavy-usage, easy-cleaning, surface.  Easy to clean but who knew when it last had been. Maybe that review hadn't been so far off.  There were wadded tissues thrown in the corner, a metal waste bin full and over-flowing.  There was a cheap plastic chair and the remains of long removed plumbing and that was about it.  The cubicle partitions seemed to be just board and in each of them, to his left and his right, there were carefully-drilled holes.

 

He looked to Jerome as the older man carefully wiped down the seat before sitting down.  No instructions were coming from his Owner but BoiFagBarbie didn't really need any.  He'd read about places like this in those hot stories on the BZ forum.

 

He looked at the hole and noticed the stains on the wall below it.  Cum.  He looked down and saw more dried cum and drool on the floor.  It didn't matter.  The height of the hole made it perfectly clear what he had to do.

 

He heard somebody in the cubicle nest door and then the hole in front of him became dark, the light blocked out by a body.  Moments later a cock emerged through the hole.  It was hard, a light brown color, veins prominent on its shaft.

 

Just seeing that cock was enough to remove all of BoiFagBarbie's doubts.  He got down on his knees on the hard filthy floor and found himself at just the right height.  His hand reached for the cock and stroked it as he gave it a quick visual check.  It looked OK.  He knew every cock that came through that hole needed to be satisfied with his hand or his mouth and he decided this one needed to be sucked.

 

"Fuck yeah," growled a voice through the this partition as the young boi-slut took the anonymous cock into his mouth.  BoiFagBarbie hadn't been sucking cock long but he'd kind of had a fast education.  He worked and teased that cock with his hand, mouth and tongue.  Worked it until, after a couple of minutes, he got the cum he was craving.

 

It felt a little weird.  No eye contact with whoever was on the other side of the wall.  Just a cock and some cum.  It could be anyone over there.  A fellow-student, a tutor, someone from church at home.  Anyone!  They'd have a fucking heart attack if they knew it was him sucking their cocks, him swallowing their cum.  They'd know what a little faggot he was, what a little whore he was.  Maybe they'd see his tattoo and know just what sort of a dirty little boi-slut he was.  Would they still want to fuck him?  Did he care?  They probably wouldn't have what he needed but there were sooooo many cocks out there that did and that wouldn't hesitate to fuck him and breed him.

 

He kept thinking such thoughts as he sucked the cocks that came through the hole.  He could basically do it automatically.  Using all he had learned to get the men off.  Waiting for the thump on the wall that told him they were close and then just keeping going till he tasted their seed.  He wondered if any of the seed was Poz.  Some tasted different but that was probably the smokers or something like that.  In a place like this he knew there would be Poz seed even if it was medicated.  He just had to swallow it all to make sure he got it.

 

His knees ached on the hard floor but it didn't matter.  He wasn't here to feel comfortable.  He was here to make men feel good, to himself worship their masculine power, to make any and all cocks shoot their heavy loads into his hungry mouth.  The cocks kept coming and he soon lost count.  He couldn't really remember how many men had followed them in.  How many more might have been here already, in the darkness, waiting?  It didn't matter - all that mattered was making this next cock hard and wet and ready to shoot its load.  Feeling the pulses of seed delivered into his mouth and then swallowing them down like a good little cum-pig.

 

There was a knock on the door.  Jerome had been sitting on the chair and smoking his inevitable cigarette.  Now he stood up and grabbed BoiFagBarbie's leash.  The boy had been gazing at the hole waiting for his next cock but now he looked up.  Jerome undid the door of their cubicle and the man from the store was there.

 

The man was sweating, maybe adding new stains to that white undershirt stretched over his big gut.  BoiFagBarbie saw all of that but it didn't gain his attention.  That was all concentrated on the man's hard cock standing proud over a couple of seriously big and heavy looking brown balls.

 

A gesture from a pair of fat fingers and BoiFagBarbie got up.  Got up and turned to face the hole in the wall.  Let his booty wiggle a little in invitation to the man.  The fingers found him and caressed the smooth roundness of his booty.  One tapped the end of his butt-plug sending a shiver of desire through BoiFagBarbie's whole body.

 

"So this little fucker is one of your chaser's?"

 

"If he ain't caught yet."

 

"Has he?"

 

BoiFagBarbie heard the dry little laugh of his Owner.  "Can't be sure.  Ain't tested him but the greedy little slut has taken a whole lot of charged loads."

 

Fingers tapped the new tattoo on BoiFagBarbie's back.  "Well I've got what the dumb little faggot needs so let's make sure shall we."

 

The exquisite discomfort and pleasure of his butt plug being removed and then the second or too of perfect anticipation.  It came automatically to him now to relax himself, to make his hole ready for what was to come.  The pressure of a thick cock-head against his hole, the momentary resistance and then the amazing sensation of a man taking him.  A new man, a fresh man, a man with balls full of charged seed.  A man who wanted to use him, to breed him, to knock him up, to taint his perfect young hole with his toxic seed.

 

BoiFagBarbie gasped with pleasure and felt the rush surge through his whole body.  It couldn't get any better than this!

 

Until it did.

 

A big hard white cock came through the hole in front of him.  The thickest cock he'd seen tonight, except that of his Owner of course.  A couple of fierce, brutal thrusts into him from behind made his knees buckle and pushed him up close to the wall.  The man fucking him was strong, his powerful grip keeping the young faggot from falling.  BoiFagBarbie's hand found the cock coming through the wall and stroked it.  Bought enough time until he was accustomed to the weight and pressure of the fucking he was getting.  Until he could take that second cock into his mouth and suck it.  Sucking for seed while he waited to be bred.

 

Just like he needed to be.

 

***

 

Floyd Jacobs spat on the ground as he reached for his phone.  He'd had some assignments in his day but this one took some beating.  The client had treated him like a piece of shit and Floyd had been around long enough to have a strong suspicion why.  Well, at least the shit-for-brains had enough sense to understand only a man like Floyd could help them in their current situation.  At least they'd worked it out eventually!  It still cracked Floyd up that they had gone to the Police first.  Like that would do any good!  Finally, of course, they came to him and wouldn't you know it old Floyd Jacobs was on the trail within a couple of days.  Not that they would necessarily like what he had to report of course but that was hardly his concern.

 

He tapped his fingers against his leg impatiently as he waited for his call to be answered.  Didn't they think his old Black ass had better things to do with his time?

 

Finally the call was answered.

 

"Yeah - it's Jacobs.  I got something to report..."

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Chapter 27 - An Education in Self-Realization

 

Chad Gillespie tucked his lap-top under his arm and headed across the campus with his usual feeling of self-satisfaction.  He acknowledged the smiles and nods of his fellow students as he went.  Everyone knew Chad Gillespie here.  Student Society President, Christian Union co-ordinator and Young Republicans Chapter Officer.  The trifecta of establishment roles on campus but there was a fourth position that Chad was eager to also secure.

 

The position of Valedictorian.  It had been in some doubt until a few weeks ago.  He had actually had some competition - if he was honest with himself perhaps a little too much competition!  He had maybe been second favorite until Jordan Myers had started missing classes.  Missed classes and then totally flunked out.  Nobody really knew why though there were stories of course.  There had been talk of the Police being involved but it had all come to nothing.  Jordan Myers was just out of the picture which, he had to admit, was good news for Chad.

 

"Chad Gillespie to the President's Office please." The familiar tones of the President's Secretary sounded across the Campus.  Chad felt a minor annoyance but nothing more.  President Kulp no doubt needed to talk about something - maybe a student had dropped some litter or some such crisis!  Kulp was an idiot but Chad Gillespie had already learned that keeping in with a certain sort of idiot was one of the major keys to success in this world.

 

He gave the secretary his usual complacent smile and took little notice of the fact it wasn't returned.  Chad Gillespie was the sort of young man who didn't waste time on such things.

 

President Kulp was in his office behind his own desk - the surface of which was covered with paper. Not the usual administrative detritus but rather a large poster that looked to have been torn down from wherever it had been affixed.

 

The President didn't bother with niceties.  Instead he swept a hand at the rubbish on his desk.  "I found this - this thing - attached to my door when I arrived here.  Fortunately I had come early and was able to remove it before it was seen by anyone but myself and Mrs Culpepper.  Just look at it Gillespie - look at IT!"  He held up the ripped paper and flourished it.

 

Chad didn't have much choice but to look at it in the circumstances.  However, it still took a moment to process just WHAT he was seeing.  He had expected the usual petty bullshit but this was something else.  A series of images of the same young man, a young man he knew very well.  There had been lots of rumors but nothing even close to this!

 

"What does it mean?  How did gay filth like this get onto MY door.  Is that really - is that really..."  The President's words seemed to die in stubborn disbelief at the evidence of his own eyes.  "What would this do for the College's reputation?"

 

Chad Gillespie just stared at the images - so blatant and so obscene.  Images cataloguing the degradation and humiliation of Jordan Myers.  More than that - the words written on his body indicated something much deeper, much darker, much more stark and shocking.  Chad saw just how shaken the President was and he measured his own response.

 

"Was there only the one sir?"

 

"Yes, yes, but there could be more.  Anywhere and at any time!  What does it mean?  Is it some sort of a homosexualist conspiracy?  Did they kidnap this", he almost spat out the word, "Myers for their perverted pleasures?"

 

Chad looked again at the images.  It didn't look like anyone had been kidnapped against their will.  The picture of Jordan Myers dressed like a little sissy having his make-up done for instance.  Let alone the one of Jordan beaming up at the camera with his face covered in...  Chad had a good idea of just what was covering Jordan's face.

 

"Perhaps some additional security sir?  Could the faculty really be held responsible for one student's, one ex-student's, behavior?"

 

The President looked at him like he was an idiot.  "We would be the laughing stock of the whole country!  You know how they love to spread such filth on social media - to humiliate good decent folk like ourselves. The filthy perverts and liberals all pursuing their Gay agenda."

 

Chad still couldn't quite tear his eyes away from the obscene images on the poster.  It struck him that they would be rather too strong even for social media!

 

His thoughts were interrupted by a familiar sound. The sound of his phone, followed a second later by the slight hum of the President's own phone vibrating on his desk.

 

They each reached for their own device only dimly aware of the sound of phones where students were waiting in the outside office.

 

***

 

It turned out the video message had been sent to every student and every faculty member at the College.  Sent from the account of Jordan Myers, a student many had known personally and almost all had heard a lot about recently.  Simple curiosity meant that almost all opened the message and saw enough to understand.

 

An opening familiar image of Jordan Myers, handsome and smiling in an outfit most had seen him in around campus. 

 

"Hi everyone.  I thought I'd give you an update on what I've been up to."  The young man smiled and then did a little twirl.  A star effect and then the handsome young man was transformed.

 

He was still the same person, that was obvious, but his clothes had been replaced.  His button-down plain shirt had become a short-sleeved pastel pink crop-top with 'FEMBOI' printed across it.  His hair had covered the studs in his ears but now he wore blatantly obvious big pink plastic hoops and his hair was tied back in two pigtails.

 

Jordan's dark eye make-up and carefully plucked eye-brows contrasted sharply with his pale skin and his light pink lip-gloss.  He stuck his tongue out at the camera and gave it a supremely, unambiguously, faggy wave. Then he rolled his hips before thrusting them back, drawing attention to the tight and rather minimal shorts that barely covered his bubble butt. White knee-highs with pastel pink trim and a pair of sneakers finished off his outfit now being proudly displayed to his old students and tutors.

 

"Soooooo anyway I guess you've all spotted that I kind of had to leave College.  How could I dress as cute as this there?  I do have to dress like this because if I'm not super-cute how am I going to get what I really need?"

 

Jordyn grinned into the camera and raised a carefully sculpted eyebrow.  He carefully wiggled and rotated his perfectly-rounded buttocks and then winked into the camera.  "Can you guess what I really need?"

 

Did his viewers guess?  Perhaps a number of them did but being proved right took everything to a much higher level.  Entering the picture from the right came a cock, a very large and very hard Black cock.

 

"Hmmmnnn," purred Jordyn, "I don't think College can compete with this do you?  Boring old classes and lectures compared to sucking and being fucked by a Big Black Cock?  Or even better by two or three or maybe thirty!"  Jordyn giggled his faggy little boi-slut giggle.  "After the first few I don't really care what size or color they are.  I just want cock and more cock!"

 

He leaned forward to kiss the tip of the big Black cock.  "This is a very special sort of cock - the sort that can help a young slut like me graduate.  So much as I love sucking it I need to do things properly."

 

Jordyn turned around and eased his tight shorts down over his bubble butt and past his leggings before stepping out of them.

 

"College didn't teach me much.  Since leaving I've found out sooooo much more about life.  What's not important," Jordyn pointed down to the flat metal disc of the cage constraining his tiny penis, "and what is."  He leaned forward and stuck out his rear, wiggling it for the man behind him.

 

A dark hand reached forward onto the base of Jordyn's back.  The man's other hand carefully positioned his cock at the femboy's hole.  A torso appeared on camera as the man thrust forward, unidentifiable except for the fact the man was African-American and wasn't young.

 

The boy grunted as the man behind him thrust forward a few times, his moans of discomfort slowly forming into words.  "Fuck yes Daddy - open me up - ruin me!"  Jordyn's voice was still faggy but now suffused with an undeniable raw excitement.  "Force it in Daddy - make me - take all of you!"  It had seemed impossible but the cock kept pushing home, thrust after thrust, inch after inch, until the man's hips were hitting against his young slut's butt with each stroke.  "Yes Daddy - hurt me - rough me up - give me - what I deserve - make me - graduate!"

 

Jordyn wasn't looking at the camera any more.  In fact it seemed obvious that he had forgotten all about it, had forgotten about everything but the big cock plowing his insides.  There was no question of anyone being forced, whatever his words might say.  Jordyn was giving himself willingly to a much older Black man and taking all that big cock with a hungry intensity.

 

"Daddy - fucks me - everyday now.  Making sure - that I take.  Giving me - beautiful - Poz cum.  Charging - me up.  Gifting me - his strain.  Letting me - play - with other Poz Daddies.  All big - beautiful - Poz cocks.  Big loads - of HIV cum.  Planted deep.  Making sure - I graduate."

 

The words were staccato, forced out between the deep thrusts of that Black cock into his pale body.  Punctuated by sweet little faggy moans when the hard shaft pushed real deep and bottomed out.  Nobody watching could be in any doubt that the little fag was loving it, was a very willing participant.

 

As if to prove the point the man behind Jordyn suddenly held still.  The femboy mewled his discontent and began moving his butt.  Backing up onto the glistening thick shaft of the man's cock.  "Pleasssse Daddy," Jordyn finally moaned in frustration, "I need it!  I need to be fucked. I need your seed.  I need to be Poz."

 

The fucking resumed - but harder now, fiercer, each thrust hammered home with a visceral intensity.  "YYYYEEESSSSSSSSSSSSS," screamed Jordyn.  He didn't speak after that, there was no need for words, he knew what he was getting and so did anyone still watching.

 

Dark hands held slim pale young hips tight as the man grunted.  Pushed home a few more times and then, finally, withdrew.  His Black cock was still hard, glistening with lube and some of the cum it had planted deep into Jordyn.  A hand tapped the young man who obediently turned and presented his butt to the camera.

 

A puffy hole, ridden hard and then filled with Poz cum.  The way a well-fucked boi pussy should look.

 

***

 

Chad Gillespie didn't think he would ever forget the look on President Kulp's face.  The paleness under the administrator's ludicrous fake tan.  Kulp had just shook his head and muttered something unintelligible.  He hadn't even seemed to notice as Chad had walked out of the office.  Past the empty desk of Mrs Culpepper.  Out and past the little groups of students gathered together and excitedly discussing what they had seen.  Passing members of the Faculty rushing here and there like headless chickens.  Ignoring the calls for his attention from students and staff alike.

 

Chad knew where he had to go.  Across the campus and into his faculty's building.  Down a flight of stairs and through the well-signed doors.  Only once he was in a cubicle and safely behind a locked door could he again pick up his phone and play that video sent to them all by Jordan Miles.

 

He let his pants and shorts fall around his ankles, his eyes fixed on the small screen as he reached for his hard six inches of cock.  He had been hard from the moment he had seen Jordan Miles' transformation into BoiFagBarbie and he knew it was wrong but he also knew he needed to cum.

 

He stroked his cock hard and felt his climax close when the door to the next cubicle suddenly banged.

 

Chad froze in fright, his hand still wrapped around his cock.  He couldn't be caught like this - no-one could see him could they?  He had never felt so alone or so vulnerable.  He held his breath and listened, listened until he heard familiar words.

 

"Pleasssse Daddy, I need it!  I need to be fucked. I need your seed.  I need to be Poz."

 

Familiar words through a phone speaker and through the wall of the next-door cubicle, words followed by a male grunt of pure satisfaction.

 

Then Chad understood.  He understood what had been happening in that next door cubicle.  He understood that he was not so alone.

 

It only took a moment to make his decision and he resumed the play on his own phone, turning the volume up.  Could the man next door hear it now - would he understand?  The excitement was too much and Chad's cum spurted in heavy loads into the toilet.

 

The door to the next cubicle opened and Chad held his breath.  Had the man gone or was he waiting, waiting for Chad to show himself.

 

The student took a couple of deep breaths and then pulled up his shorts and pants.  He steeled himself to turn the lock and open the door.

 

There was nobody there.  The man had gone.  Chad felt a wave of relief but knew that such a reaction was ridiculous.  Things were never going to be the same again.

 

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Oh wow - now that really has notched things up another gear again... poor Chad... 😈🤣

[BoiFagBarbie]

Reading this has been so fucking WILD over the last few weeks. Just a reminder of the boipussy that these men ruined in this story 🙂

 

If it were possible for ANYTHING like this to happen, I would do it all!

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We've gone on a little from where you had read before BFB - glad to see you approve!

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Chapter 28

 

BoifagBarbie arched his back and mewled with pure pleasure.  It felt so good.  His Owner's Big Black Cock plundering his tight boi-hole just the way that both of them preferred - hard and fast.  The faggot yelped with pleasure as a heavy Black hand landed on the tempting roundness of his pale butt cheek.  He could imagine how good those fingers looked marking him, the pink imprint of an Owner's firm hand on his little fag fucktoy.

 

"Do it again Master - please!"

 

He was rewarded with the firm smack of the hand landing on his butt again.  Just adding another intoxicating sensation to the potent pleasure of Jerome's wonderful toxic cock taking him.

 

BoiFagBarbie had earned this fucking.  He had behaved himself and spent the day cleaning up his Owner's house.  He had also been sure to make himself pretty and available for when his Owner came home.  This day just the same as every day over the last week.  Since Jerome had taken him to this place to serve as his live-in 24/7 house boi.

 

It was always so good, always so visceral, always so meaningful.  Because it always ended the same way - his Owner delivering a heavy load of his charged cum deep into his femboy slut.

 

They weren't fucking for fun, for mere enjoyment - though there was plenty of that for BoiFagBarbie.  They were fucking with a purpose.  Breeding.  Making sure a certain little faggot took his Owner's babies, got good and pregnant with that potent Poz seed.

 

He'd read all about it on the BZ forums.  He knew how his graduation from fag cumslut to Poz boi-whore would be signalled.  He'd heard men talk about it too, when they weren't jeeringly telling him to get ready for it.

 

So each morning he had woken up expecting to feel the signs and each morning he had found nothing changed.  He couldn't remember how that had first struck him but now he knew that each morning he felt disappointed.  Even though it would be an unpleasant experience he knew that it needed to happen.  It was an essential part of becoming who he knew he needed to be.  A step from which there was no return.  It would be an event that told himself and the whole world that he could never go back to being who he once had pretended to be, even if he wanted to.

 

Jerome grunted and held him tight as another of his HIV-enriched loads was planted deep.  This little faggot was a sweetheart for sure.  A good attitude and a tight little hole despite all the cock he had sent its way.  He sensed the little slut was getting a little frustrated, wondering if his day would ever come.  Jerome had no such concerns.  In the end they all got knocked up, they all caught what they were chasing.  He could slam or brush the little whore and hurry things along but why should he?  He preferred fucking and seeding neg holes - or at least holes that might still be neg.  He was certainly enjoying fucking this one.  Loved the way the little whore got on his hands and knees and presented that cute little hole to him every day he got home from the day's hustle.  Why would he rush things?

 

It wouldn't be long before this little fag would get what he was looking for.  Only then, of course, would the young slut really get to know whether it had all been worthwhile.  However, that wasn't Jerome's problem.  Jerome just enjoyed fucking young faggots and having them carry his bug.  Knowing that for the rest of their life, even if just because they had to medicate, they would have no choice but to understand he was part of them, that part of him owned them body and soul.  Long after he had moved on to the next hungry hole in need of his attention.

 

BoiFagBarbie looked happy as a pig in shit.  His hole full of toxic cum and then rushing to clean his Owner's cock with his sweet mouth.  He didn't need to be asked now.  He understood his place.  Taking all things into account Jerome had no problem with it taking a little longer than some for BoiFagBarbie to convert.  He had a little something special in mind for him.

 

***

 

Floyd Jacobs counted the bills and tucked them away into his pocket once he was satisfied.  Cash was always good, a nice slice of tax-free income.

 

"You didn't need to count them," said his client.

 

Floyd knew what his response would normally be to that.  This time, however, he simply sent the fool a look that could mean everything or nothing.  They were wasting time on such nonsense.

 

"Can you add anything to what you told me on the phone?"  It seemed the client agreed.  Maybe he'd remembered that Floyd's time didn't come cheap. 

 

Floyd, to be frank, didn't care what his client thought.  He didn't like this piece-of-shit cracka.  He'd met plenty like him over the years.  He recognized the type.  Even the case was typical - a member of the family gone into the wind.  Somehow, fools like his client never quite understood why that might have happened.  When the cause they were so desperate to discover could be found in the mirror whenever they liked.

 

"I can tell you the Police got at least one thing wrong.  The subject ain't living with no trans whore.  That individual is known to me.  She basically does custom videos and the like. Stroke clips for men to jack off to."

 

The client looked like he was going to puke.  The fucker clearly didn't like the idea of that.  Floyd was pleased he had decided to add those little details.  It made up for having to meet in a parking lot.  It was clear the client also didn't want to be seen with a man like Floyd, let alone have him visit his home.

 

What would people think?  Floyd understood.  He looked like what he was.  A man of the streets, a grizzled old brotha in his late fifties, not quite the country club, Middle American, church-going type.  Nobody that folks like the client ever wanted anything to do with.  Except, of course, when they needed something.

 

"Anyway she may know the subject but she isn't in no sort of a relationship with him."

 

"Thank God for that," said the client fervently.  "At least, at least..."

 

His words ground to a halt.  At least what?  Floyd could guess.  The man's bigotry ran through him from head to toe, a broad and undiscriminating piss-yellow streak.  Against folk that didn't look like him, against folk that didn't think like him, against folk that didn't believe the same as him, against folk that didn't love like him.  An equal-opportunity hater.

 

"The subject," Floyd continued, "is currently with a man who has a certain reputation.  I know a few addresses for him but I haven't isolated the exact location concerned yet."

 

"This man," said the client with a righteous fury in his voice that somehow came across as forced, "this is the man who took my son, who forced him to do such things?"

 

Floyd looked at him carefully - just trying to ascertain if the cracka muthafucka could really be that dumb.  They'd both seen the video and they'd both seen that second clip sent to EVERYONE at the subject's former College.  Could this man really think his son was doing all of this against his will?  Shit - the boy would deserve an Oscar!

 

Floyd paused and carefully lit a fresh cigarette.  He enjoyed the exaggerated response his client made when a whiff of the smoke found his nostrils.  Floyd knew he would like to tell this fuck the truth about who 'forced' all this to happen.  However, he thought of the currency now resting pleasantly in his pocket.  Business was business. 

 

"The subject is currently with a man called Jerome.  That isn't his name but it is what people call him around here.  He came to the city a few years back.  Tracing him before that is difficult but I can tell you what people say about him.  He has certainly done time in the past - probably for armed robbery.  If he's ever worked a civilian job nobody remembers it.  People say he was a dealer on the wholesale side but if he once was he isn't now and he never got caught doing it.  He isn't short of cash and he has about ten years older than me.  The word is that Jerome retired to make more time for his other activities."

 

The client's adam's apple moved in his throat as if he was forcing down the information.  "Other activities?"  The words were finally forced out.

 

Now Floyd could enjoy himself.  "Jerome likes young men.  Especially handsome young white boys.  He likes fucking them, he likes breeding them and he likes turning them out."

 

Every word hit home on the client.  Floyd could see that and Floyd enjoyed it.

 

"How did he find my son?"

 

Floyd slowly shook his head. "That ain't Jerome's style.  Jerome has a certain reputation.  His young men come to him.  They understand what Jerome will do to them and they want it."

 

Now the client was starting to understand, his face seemed to sag for a moment but only for a moment.  Then the bluster was back.  "If I could only get my hands on this scum, this Jerome..."

 

Floyd conquered his strong desire to laugh.  He maybe knew Jerome a little better than he was letting on.  He surely knew this whitebread fuck wouldn't last two seconds against him.  He also knew the client's words were as fake as the rest of him.   Just meant to impress his wife maybe.

 

She had stayed in the vehicle but put her window down despite the cold wind.  She had been listening to every word.  Floyd suspected her husband hadn't been able to watch that whole three-hour video but he knew that the boy's mother had watched it all.  Maybe for the same reason Floyd had - because it was their duty and responsibility to do so. Maybe...

 

In his many years of work Floyd had learned not to take such things for granted.  Not that it mattered unduly to him.  Jerome's pleasures were not his pleasures.  Different strokes for different folks.  So long as everyone was adult and consenting then Floyd had no problem with how people chose to be.

 

He looked again at his client.  If everyone thought that way then maybe things would have turned out different.  However, they didn't and so things hadn't.  Jerome crushed his cigarette under his shoe.  What the fuck - it was all good for business.

 

***

 

"How do I look?"  BoiFagBarbie gave a delighted faggy squeal as he performed a slow pirouette showing off his outfit.

 

The little slut looked hot as fuck and the little slut knew it.  Jerome had been planning this night for a while but he felt the strong inclination to rip the clothes off the young fag, shove their head down onto the sofa and fuck that delicious little hole hard and fast.  Make the little slut scream before breeding him.

 

Jerome's cock was hard in his pants and he saw BoiFagBarbie sneak a look, saw the grin on the little faggot's face broaden as he spotted the bulge.  It wasn't like the faggot would complain if Jerome just grabbed him and did his best to ruin that sweet little hole.  He had rapidly learned that BoiFagBarbie didn't care so long as his hole got filled with cock and cum.  When he got a little rough with him this faggot had that look in his eyes that you couldn't fake and that you couldn't mistake.

 

The look of a boy who wanted to be broken, to be moulded for another man's pleasure.  Jerome had seen it before.  Generally in young men from the same sort of background as this one.

 

"I have some friends who I think deserve some special entertainment.  They know just exactly what they like."

 

BoiFagBarbie grinned and his eyes opened wide.  "A horny young faggot in a cute outfit like this."  He moved his hands to indicate himself.

 

Jerome nodded.  "Just exactly like that."  he let his deep dark eyes lock onto those of his little femboi fucktoy.

 

"These men," said BoiFagBarbie, "are they young?"

 

Jerome shook his head.  "No, they are like me.  They've been in the game a long time."

 

"Are they good-looking?"

 

Jerome considered.  "Some still are maybe, some not so much.  Like I said they've been in the game a long while."

 

It was time for the only real question that mattered.

 

"Are they Poz?"

 

Jerome smiled.  "Oh that you can rely on.  They are all toxic as fuck.  I want you to perform for them and then they are going to run a train on your sweet little hole.  All captured on camera for a paying clientele.  Sound good?"

 

"Sounds great!"  BoiFagBarbie's pretty eyes sparkled with anticipation. 

 

Jerome wished he already had the cameras going but in his gut he knew it didn't really matter.  The cameras loved this little slut and anything he starred in would be in high demand.  Not least because, in the business of Neg 4 Poz breeding scenes, a bottom's career didn't tend to last long.

 

"Then what are you waiting for?  Time to get moving."  He gave his gruff smoker's laugh as the boy rushed to get his things together.

 

There wasn't much cuter than a pretty little neg femboy rushing to meet his inevitable fate.

 

***