The Making & Breaking of BoiFagBarbie

[Bruce999]

Please keep this fantastic story going. 

[thescribe730]

Chapter 29 - A Very Special Party

 

Despite all of his questions BoiFagBarbie was none the wiser by the time they had reached their destination.  Jerome was giving nothing away.

 

The major surprise was just where they had gone.  Not the usual trip into urban squalor with its dereliction and neglect.  Instead they arrived at a well-maintained townhouse, three stories high on a quiet street.

 

Somehow it seemed much more daring to come to a place like this dressed as he was dressed.  Just a thin coat hiding the outfit especially selected for tonight by his Owner.  BoiFagBarbie knew he looked as cute as fuck in it.

 

He wore a short-sleeved white lace crop top which semi-covered him from his shoulders down to just below his nipples.  It was his first time out with his newly pierced nipples free and he was already getting excited by the new type of stimulation his rings provided every time the material of his top moved against them.  Glancing down he enjoyed the image of his hard nipples prominent and obvious through the lace of his top.

 

He wore his gaudiest femboy hoops in his ears and his hair tied back into a ponytail.  He'd learned enough by now to be able to apply his own make-up.  A little foundation, a touch around the eyes to draw attention to them and an almost subtle pink lip gloss.  He'd played around until he had found the combination he liked best.  It seemed Jerome loved it too - judging by how hard BoiFagBarbie could count on getting fucked when he wore this look.  Which, of course, just made sure he pretty much always wore it now!

 

The delicate lace collar of his top looked great against the pale skin of his neck and both just showed off the awesome contrast with his black leather collar.  The latter's silver letters spelling out his new identity with exciting clarity.

 

Beneath his top were the usual few inches of exposed torso.  BoiFagBarbie had quickly learned just how much Jerome loved that.  The firm, pale, healthy young skin was a huge turn-on for his Owner and even more so now that turning around exposed the obscene invitations tattooed onto his lower back.

 

'BAREBACK ONLY

 

POZ CUM WELCOME

 

BREED ME DEEP!'

 

When you wore ink like that it didn't leave much doubt about what kind of a little faggot you were and BoiFagBarbie really loved that fact.

 

He had considered wearing his short shorts tonight.  He knew they looked sooooo good on him but Jerome had given him a little plaid skirt instead.  He's thought it might have passed for a kilt but as soon as he fastened it above his hips he knew different.  He also knew his Owner had been right - as always.  As he moved his body he felt the skirt, the wonderfully short skirt, move on him.  The material revealing tantalising glimpses of his cage and the smooth round curves of his booty.  Even standing still the material hugged the curve of his bubble butt, an obvious invitation to a man to lift it and explore.

 

Despite its plaid nature this wasn't the sort of skirt a school student would wear.  This was the sort of thing a pornstar would wear when she was cosplaying as a school student.  An item of clothing you only wore if you were going somewhere to be fucked.

 

Talking of which - for the first time since his Breaking In party BoiFagBarbie had swapped his sneakers for some heels.  These ones were not quite so high, making them much more easily walked in, but they were covered in sparkling sequins, the sort of heels a stripper would wear.

 

Then, of course, he was wearing his cage and his knee-high leggings.  It just didn't seem right nowadays not to be wearing his knee-highs.  Just pulling them on made him feel so good, reminded him that this was who he really was now.  It was no dream and no fantasy - he was BoiFagBarbie.  Just as he had always been meant to be - even when he himself had tried to deny it.

 

Put that outfit all together and you got exactly the result Jerome was looking for.  The elements of female style were not the end result they were simply a means to

that end.  Making a little faggot look like what he was.  A young man desperate to get fucked, ready to do anything to take cock in his tight young hole.  Jerome knew it and BoiFagBarbie knew it too.  That was what made being there with only a thin coat covering his outfit sooooo wonderfully exciting fot r the boi-slut!

 

"You ready fag?"

 

The little slut didn't answer his question verbally.  He didn't need to.  The glance he gave his Owner was redolent with excitement and eagerness.

 

"Best you get on out there and ring the doorbell then."

 

The boi's eyes sparkled delightfully as his even white teeth pressed down a little on his lower lip.  A moment and then he was opening the vehicle's door and heading for the door.

 

Jerome hoped his car camera had caught that last little look.  This particular slut was quite something.  He portrayed that image of freshness and youth, of excitement and anticipation, like few others in the older man's experience.  There weren't many cuter than BoiFagBarbie.

 

However, that was only half the story.  Hot little pieces weren't so rare.  The real pleasure was finding those looks combined with the right attitude. The sort of an attitude that meant a boi could accept and willingly embrace his role in what would happen tonight.  That was a whole lot rarer and he couldn't even quite be sure, until he saw it happen, that BoiFagBarbie would measure up.  However, he had a good feeling about this little faggot and that made BoiFagBarbie just perfect for what Jerome had planned tonight.

 

There were two low steps up to the door of the townhouse.   BoiFagBarbie heard his heels click on the sidewalk and then on the steps.  He couldn't resist looking around him to see if anyone had noticed.  His coat could hide his outfit but not his heels.

 

Jerome smiled to himself as he filmed his boi-slut. He'd had some cameras put into the venue but just for now he had to rely on his phone.  One of those necessities that he suspected would turn out to be an advantage.   The slightly lower quality, more guerrilla-filmed nature of the first scenes being broadcast would help build the atmosphere nicely.  Just at this moment, watching the boi take off his concealing coat, press the door-bell and then wait nervously for a response, he couldn't think of anything more appropriate.

 

The camera captured the door opening and a shadowy figure inside.  Jerome was a little way away but he still caught the little fag's reaction.  Surprise, maybe even anxiety or fear, but the young man held his ground.  He did just what Jerome had instructed him to.  Jerome waited until the door closed and then he turned off his camera and got ready to follow BoiFagBarbie inside.  He wouldn't need to ring the bell - he'd known these men a long time.

 

***

 

Chad Gillespie sat in the driver's seat of his vehicle where it was parked not so very far away across the city.  Generally speaking these urban surroundings were far less novel for him than they had been for Jordan Myers.  For as long as he could remember he had come here with his mother on shopping trips or visited his father at the offices of the family firm.  However, just at this moment, the city seemed a very foreign place.

 

He hadn't been able to get that vision of BoiFagBarbie sucking and fucking cock out of his mind.  He had always thought of himself as straight, had at least always been able to convince himself that he was straight. It wasn't so unusual for a man to find other men attractive was it?  I mean that didn't make you gay.

 

Well, who knows, maybe it didn't.  But what about getting a rock-hard erection while watching a Black guy fucking one of your male fellow students?  What about having to rush off to the nearest private space to jack off and then shooting about the biggest load of your young life?  Most of all, what about the fact he only had to think of Jordan in his femboy outfit to have his own cock tenting his pants.

 

It kind of got difficult to deny the obvious truth by that point didn't it?  Even harder to deny it when you were sat outside this particular bar, a bar you knew catered to a largely gay clientele.

 

You could not call the evening warm but Chad felt sweat on his forehead.  He ran a hand over his mouth, a mouth that seemed unnaturally dry. It wouldn't be so bad to go and get a drink would it?  He reached for his door handle but then withdrew it again.

 

Two men were walking along the sidewalk.  That was nothing unusual.  Maybe just two friends out for a walk in the evening.  Except that they turned to go into the bar and as they walked inside one man put his arm around the other's waist.

 

Chad felt his pulse pounding, couldn't tear his eyes away from the door of that bar.  He felt frozen in place in his seat and he didn't know what to do.  It seemed a huge effort just to run his hand through his short blonde hair.

 

Then another car pulled to a halt just in front of his own.  Three men got out, laughing at some joke and while two continued talking the third looked straight into Chad's parked vehicle and right at Chad himself.

 

His frozen indecision shattered in that moment and Chad hurriedly got his motor started and his vehicle moving.  He needed to get away from there, away from temptation.  He could never do anything like this again.

 

On the drive home his panic slowly subsided until it reached the point where he was himself again.  The memory of his fear outside the bar slowly faded and was replaced by a more attractive one, a handsome almost pretty young man that he knew very well giving him the faggiest of faggy waves.

 

Chad felt his cock stiffening in his pants.

 

***

 

The sound of his damned phone broke Floyd Jacob's concentration on the game.  He glanced at his device's screen and grunted before muting the TV.  This had better be fucking quick and fucking good.  You could guarantee he would be billing the cracka bigot for it!

 

Once the connection was made he heard a voice on the other end of the line.  It was not the person he had expected.  However, adjusting to new circumstances was all part of the business.

 

"No problem at all Mrs Myers.  What can I do for you?"

 

He listened in silence, only raising an eyebrow to mark what he was being told.

 

Well wasn't the world just full of surprises!

 

***

 

It was a calm and mild night but suddenly a little breath of cooler air swept down the street of rowhouses opposite.  It was enough to penetrate his thin coat and BoiFagBarbie couldn't help giving a little shiver.  Or was it really the cool touch of the wind?  He knew what he was expected to do and though it excited him it also scared him a little.

 

A moment to settle his nerves and then BoiFagBarbie took off his coat and draped it over the railing where Jerome had suggested.  He felt a raw, deeper, quiver run through his whole body and knew it wasn't caused by the temperature.

 

His owner, Jerome, had been looking forward to tonight. He hadn't said anything about it but BoiFagBarbie knew.  Tonight mattered to Jerome and that meant that tonight promised to be something very special.

 

BoiFagBarbie had no idea what would make tonight special.  I mean it was obvious that he was going to get fucked by a group of Poz men, a group of toxic men.  He could assume that and Jerome had been happy to confirm it.  So there was something else about tonight.  Not knowing made it very exciting but also scary.  He didn't want to let Jerome down - not after all that Jerome had done for him, not after Jerome had made him the boi-slut that he was.

 

BoiFagBarbie reached for the bell and pushed the button.  He felt a fresh resolve that, whatever happened, he would make his Owner proud of him.

 

***

[thescribe730]

A little chapter written especially for one of this story's loyal readers  (30a) is from a woman's perspective.  If you don't want to read that then go to (30b)

 

Chapter 30a - Family Dynamics

 

***

 

Her husband was usually a deep sleeper, though his snores made that more difficult for anyone else.  Recently, however, he had slept more fitfully.  Muttering to himself as he dreamed.  She had tried to listen but his words were mumbled and garbled making them impossible to decipher.

 

As a young woman growing up in a small town marrying this man had seemed like winning the lottery.  He had been handsome enough then and able to provide for a family. He had also been from a good Christian family like her own. However, he had also always liked his own way in all things, however petty they might be.  Her husband had never been slow to quote chapter and verse as to the correct roles of husband and wife within a household.

 

She had accepted all of that without doubt or question.  She had been young then but she had already understood that life was like that.  You took the rough with the smooth, you accepted the frustrations in return for life's gifts.

 

In this case, of course, the gift was their family.  She had hoped for a daughter but she had never been blessed with one.  Instead she had her son.

 

It seemed strange to say that she had given birth to a son and then she had grown up.  The latter had been a slow process - she had been so young and naive.  She had accepted things, had allowed family dynamics to harden into unbreakable stone.  Her husband was not an evil man.  Much of what he said made sense - but not everything.  In some things, like most people, he could be foolish and petty and cruel.  Yet his ego would not brook the slightest questioning, let alone disagreement.  She had come to see and understand that much too late. When starting again seemed to her impossible, when her family obligations trapped her, when it was so much easier to just take the route of passive acquiescence.

 

She had seen the same process played out with her son.  Watched as her husband had imprinted his values and his beliefs on their child.  She had waited for the rebellion to come but it had not.  He had been, from the outside, the perfect son.  Such a handsome young man, such a gifted student and so very, very, polite and well-behaved.  She had watched it all happen.  Had seen her son's chances of becoming his own person crushed out of him.  Just as had happened to her.

 

She had seen it but she had still hoped.  She had been an inquisitive mother and she knew that all too well.  However, she had been so desperate to find some spark of her son's own identity, some evidence that he could make a life for himself that didn't just make him a clone of his father.  It had never come.

 

Not until her son had started taking such long 'study-breaks' from college.  Her husband, for all his pompously arrogant self-confidence, apparently didn't know as much about some things as she did!  She had waited for the storm to break and when her son went on that 'study-trip' and did not return she had known the moment had come.  She had known and while she had worried, as only a mother could, she had also rejoiced.

 

The nature of his 'rebellion', the real self that her son had broken free to become, had initially surprised and shocked her.  Initially - but not even for a full day.  When she really thought about it she understood.  The clues had been there and it was just another symptom of the ossified nature of their family dynamics that those clues were never likely to be recognized for what they really were.

 

Now she knew and acceptance had been a necessary next stage.  You could not pray so long for your son to be his own self, to break free from the shackles that bound him, then respond badly to your prayers being answered.  That really would be a sin.

 

She had initially felt concern and maybe even anger but never the revulsion her husband had so freely expressed.  As she had watched those videos, again and again, the acceptance had grown.  This was her son after all.  First acceptance and then...

 

Her boy was such a handsome young man.  Now, she knew that he also looked wonderfully pretty when he dressed more girly.  Just like the beautiful daughter she had never had.  That realization had sent strong emotions through her, first a few tears and then something else.

 

Getting through that first long video had been difficult for her the first time.  However, she had watched it all and so carefully that there was no doubt in her mind.  Jordan had not been forced or fooled, he was not in any way an unwilling participant.  There were things that happened that she would not have chosen for her son.  However, wasn't that the whole point?  It wasn't for HER to choose.  That right belonged only to her son and he had exercised it.

 

She had been so naive once.  Now she had grown older and wiser.  She understood that if you constrained and repressed a young man for twenty years then when the reaction came you could not be stupidly angry or even regret the fact that it was an extreme one.   Her son had broken free and had chosen his own path and that was all that mattered.  She was so glad for him and so proud of him but there was also that something else.

 

There was one good thing about her husband snoring so badly.  Even he understood that his wife needed some sleep too. So it wasn't that unusual for her to go into the guest room to find some peace and quiet.  When her phone vibrated with the expected message from Floyd Jacobs she did just that.

 

Mr Jacobs had sent her a video file.  She had asked him to do so if he discovered any more had been released.

 

She lay down on the guest-room bed in her night-shirt and pressed play.

 

***

 

Chapter 30b - Piggy

 

The video opened showing a young man's back.  He wore a tight black mesh shirt that largely left his shoulders bare. A red leather collar was visible beneath his shoulder-length blond hair.

 

He was in a barely-lit room, its ceiling only a grating of rusted iron.  The walls looked ramshackle and were painted black.  The light came from an opening on the left where there was an opening.  It's door, apparently made of some sort of plywood, was propped open.

 

The young man turned to wink at the camera following him and his face was familiar.  He was a breathtakingly handsome young man, almost as beautiful as her own son but then she was a little biased.  She remembered that Jerome had called this boy Ash.

 

Ash walked forward, the camera following him and capturing his confident swagger.  The alluring movement of his hips, the ripe curve of his booty accentuated by his black leather thong.  His lithe young body was athletic, not overtly muscular but toned to perfection.  He moved through a space that had three great windows, each made up of thirty-six small glazed sections.  They were factory windows designed to allow light for the workers that had once been employed here.   Now the space was basically empty except for a scattering of old chairs and other junk.  The windows themselves were dark.  The night was appropriate for what happened here now.

 

Ash made a pretence of seeking his way and finally smiled for the camera before pulling aside a dark heavy curtain.  It revealed a great space, lit with old-style enamelled industrial lights.  Where there had once been machines and industry now there was a bare floor but the room was not empty.

 

There were men, lots of men.  Just how many was unclear as the camera swept across them but they were all, bar a few masks and an occasional errant pair of socks, naked. A few of the men stood apart, hands working their hard cocks. The rest were gathered in a circle of male flesh.  Young men and old men, thin men and fat men, Greek Gods and ugly old trolls.  It seemed all were welcome here, none were turned away.

 

The young man and the following camera moved into the room.  As they did so a man left the circle and walked away towards a small pile of clothes, his cock softening.  Another man quickly took his place  At least ten others were still watching on, still stroking their cocks.

 

Those men were the first to spot Ash.  A few of them turned with hungry eyes and hard cocks.  Ash held his hands apart as if to offer himself to them.  Then he laughed a bright mocking laugh and pointed to his collar.

 

None of the men moved towards him.  Instead, the hunger in their faces became more blatant, more ravenous.  They all wanted him.  That was obvious.  Obvious in their eyes, in the tight set of their mouths, in their achingly hard cocks.

 

Ash clicked his fingers and beckoned to them. He moved forward and his fingers caressed hard shafts until he made his selection.

 

The man was big, over six feet tall and carrying a lot of weight.  Long grey hair flowed over his shoulders, tattoos covered most of his torso.  He had to be in his fifties, a man of experience, his big gut prominent.  Ash nimbly dropped to his knees and began to blow the man's big cock.  A solid eight inches, thick and hard.

 

The man brought a hand up to lay gently on Ash's head.  As if to keep him there.

 

Ash paused but his hand still wanked the man's cock, the camera capturing his saliva glistening on the shaft.  "You think I'm going somewhere?  Or do you want to fuck me?"

 

The man wanted to fuck him. It was blatantly obvious that he wanted to fuck Ash with every fibre in his body.  However, he made no move and Ash laughed and went back to blowing him.

 

The man was angry now.  Maybe with Ash for laughing at him. Maybe with himself for not taking up the offer to fuck the beautiful slut.  Anyway his hands grabbed Ash's head and he began to fuck that mouth.  Trying to reassert his dominance and being rewarded only with the young man's eyes locked onto his own.  The pretty boy didn't look too tough but he could take it, that and a whole lot more.

 

The big man gave up on everything except his own pleasure, getting his nut.  It didn't take long.  The fag blowing him was so fucking hot he soon couldn't hold back and so he shot the heavy load he'd been saving for tonight into Ash's mouth.

 

Ash would have laughed again if his mouth wasn't so full.  He showed the load to the camera and then got back onto his feet and strode into the main circle of men.

 

They gave way for him and at their center was another young man, his face streaked with drying cum, his eyes red and blood-shot, his hands and mouth still working to get men off, still hungry for more cum.  Little rivulets of sperm had run down his pale slim body, past his pierced nipples to pool on the floor where he knelt.  The woman watching the video recognized her son, the boy now known as BoiFagBarbie.

 

Ash clicked his fingers and the men reluctantly made a little more room.  BoiFagBarbie glanced up and saw him, saw Ash's pursed lips and understood.  He opened his mouth wide and let Ash drool that heavy load of cum and saliva straight into his mouth.  He took every drop and then swallowed it down, already looking for more.

 

He wasn't disappointed.  The men around him enjoyed the spectacle.   Three, no four, stepped up and shot their heavy loads of cum onto him.  Onto his face, into his nose, into his hair, into his eyes, all over him.  Giving him a cum-bath, treating him like the little faggot slut he was.

 

"C'mon guys, " he heard Ash's mocking voice, "give him what he wants - cover the little whore in your cum."  Ash's skilled hands joined BoiFagBarbie in coaxing loads out of the men but all of the cum went onto the faggot kneeling in the middle of the circle.  Most of the men were about ready to shoot by the time they got to the front and soon it was just a maelstrom of male grunts and flying seed.  BoiFagBarbie's pretty face acquiring a mask of drying cum, his eye make-up reduced to deep black streaks on his cheeks.

 

Ash turned to the camera and clicked his fingers again.  He was handed something.

 

"Well now - just look at what we have here.  What a little whore he is.  Such a greedy little cum-piggy.  I think he needs to wear this."

 

BoiFagBarbie heard the mocking words but he didn't move.  He stayed there as Ash put the device onto him, didn't seem to notice as another couple of men stepped up to spray him down with heavy loads of cum.

 

"That's more like it, " giggled Ash, "now you look like the cum-piggy you are."

 

The mask comprised a harness that covered his hair.  It carried a couple of large pink ears and a piece of leather that dropped between his eyes with two blunt hooks at the end which Ash had carefully applied to BoiFagBarbie's nostrils.  With the buckle at its rear tightened the star of the show was left with a pair of big piggy ears and his nose pulled up into a crude approximation of a piggy snout.

 

"Such a cute piggy," cooed Ash, "does Piggy want more cum?"

 

"Yes ... yes  ... more ... cum."  BoiFagBarbie's voice was tired.  How long had he been there, sucking cock, before Ash and the camera had arrived?

 

"Silly Piggy," scolded Ash playfully, "Piggys don't talk.  So do you want more cum?"

 

"Oink," said Piggy.

 

Do you want MY cum?"

 

"Oink," said Piggy and nodded as another man stepped forward and shot his cum over the fag's right cheek.

 

Ash tapped his red leather collar.  "You know what this means?"

 

"Oink," said Piggy.

 

"It means my cum is premium cum, toxic cum.  You know that?"

 

"Oink," nodded Piggy and then gasped and spluttered as a man's load caught him right in his exposed nostrils, filling his world with the smell of fresh man-seed.

 

"You want my cum on your face Piggy?"

 

"Oink," said Piggy and vigorously shook his head.

 

"Show me where you want it Piggy."

 

The circle of men watched as BoiFagBarbie got up from his knees.  Watched as he bent forward and pulled down his panties before pointing at his newly-exposed hole.

 

"In your cute little piggy-hole?  You want my cum in your pretty little hole Piggy?"

 

"Oink," nodded Piggy.  He barely noticed the men stepping up and adding their cum to his face now.

 

"My cum makes Piggies into Poz Piggies.  You want to be a Poz Piggy?  Oink once for yes or twice for no."

 

"OINK, OINK," said Piggy and felt more cum land on his face.  At least one load, maybe two or even three.  What did they matter?  What mattered was Ash moving up behind him and pushing his beautiful cock home into his hole.  Not anywhere near as big as many of the cocks he had taken in his short career but that didn't matter.  Ash's cock was potent with toxic seed, charged with the HIV that would help complete him.  He needed that cum, Piggy needed that cum!

 

"OINK," he shouted as men crowded forward with their fists furiously pumping their hard cocks.  When the cum started it just kept coming.  Man after man, spurt after spurt, each man's release triggering another's and another's and another's.  Covering his face and his body in their cum, making him their piggy.

 

But he didn't want to be their piggy.  He wanted to be Ash's piggy, he wanted to be Ash's Poz piggy.  He waited and waited until he felt what he craved.

 

"OIIIIIIINNNNNNNKKKKKKKK," he yelled as Ash gripped his hips tight and pushed home as far as he could, planting his toxic seed deep into his cute little piggy.

 

Men were already turning away.  Their excitement and fervid arousal replaced by something else.  The two handsome young men didn't care.  Ash dropped to his knees and put his mouth to BoiFagBarbie's hole, using his tongue to push any stray cum home.  It wasn't all his, he knew that, but it was his that counted.  It was his that would get the job done.

 

His little Piggy only groaned in pure pleasure and satisfaction.

 

*** (female viewpoint again)

 

Her night-shirt was pulled up now, her hand had found her sex.  What had previously been in the back of her mind had now come to the fore.  She masturbated with her eyes fixed on the screen.

 

What was it that aroused her so much?  The humiliation and ruining of her own son shouldn't do that.  Maybe it was something else inextricably linked to the events she was watching.  Her son's reclaiming of his own freedom, his own identity, and to Hell with what anyone else thought about it.  Her son had been so brave and had broken free to be his true self.

 

She could be that brave too, she WOULD be that brave too.

 

***

[kitpig]

So many teasing plot lines, how will bfb's special night turn out, how will Chad get over himself (and will it require Jerome's help?) and then there is Mrs Myers... sooo much to look forward to - thank you @thescribe730