We Love Femboys!

by M Chance

  “Yes,” Red answered again, rather breathless. “Yes, yes, please!” They begged now, that pleading shining through their eyes.

  And Benny, the Wolf, was all too willing to give them what they wanted, what they needed. What they hungered for. His hand released Red's chin, going upwards to the top of their head. Then pushing down. Hard. Aggressive and dominant, asserting their power, making it clear that if Red was to get what they wanted, then they had better fucking obey what their wolf told them to do.

  “Then fucking get down there and worship this wolf's cock, bitch.” Alan's voice was almost tinged with violence. But he could tell that Red liked it. Loved it, even. Was getting hard in their little red and white dress from it. They wanted the aggression, the dominance, to have them taught their place. And so Red shuddered as that powerful hand shoved them downwards, forcing them to their knees. Growling in satisfied delight as those soft, pale hands returned to groping his body through the costume, fishing around for the zipper underneath. A fold of the costume was pulled back, revealing it, quickly unzipping and exposing Alan's painfully hard cock – already a bit of precum dripping down it, mixing with the sweat that came from being held so tightly in such a warm outfit.

  “You caused this,” Alan said, dark and forceful, his words laced with edges and domination, “So you better fucking take care of it.”

  Red meekly nodded, fingers wrapping around the base, pumping, squeezing and stroking, while his sweet, trembling, girly little red lips opened up wide and ran his tiny pink tongue around the head of the throbbing cockmeat before them. And Red did as they were told, worshipping their wolf's prick, adoring it, doting on it. Licking, sucking, stroking it, feeling it slide into their hot little mouth and dripping warm spit all over it. Drooling over it, making an obscene show of how eager and willing they were to be a little bitch slut. When their eyes weren't staring at Alan's fat dick, they pointed upwards, looking straight back up into his eyes, with those canine contacts making them all the more masculine. More powerful. He gave another growl, that hand of his reaching back, grabbing ahold of Red's head and hair. Shoving on it, forcing them to take more of his cock in a single moment. Pushing past their reflexive gagging, making them deepthroat his cock, moaning at the tight, warm, wet pleasure of it all, and getting just as much satisfaction from asserting their control. And as for Red? Their cock was getting just as hard, twitching inside of their cute, girly cotton panties underneath their skirt, making a mess of their pretty clothes with a few pumps of precum.

  “Ohhhh, that's a good bitch. That's a good lil puppy fuck bitch. Do you like being treated like a wolf's bitch, Red?” Alan asked, fingers twisting in their hair, getting a better grip.

  “MnnnMNNGH!” Red cried out at first, trying to adjust to their forceful deepthroating. Quickly learning to breathe through their nose, to relax their throat, and to simply take the potent urges of their Big Bad Wolf, Alan, fucking their cute little girly face into submission. After some short, sharp, hot exhales from their nose, they nodded, and let out a muffled “Mmmm-HMMNH!”

  “Of course you do. And that's why I'm gonna fuck you like a dog. It's only fitting, don't you think?” Alan teased, keeping their head in place and rolling his hips forward, grinding his fat cockhead into the back of their throat, seeing how long their little Red could handle it. When Red was starting to tremble and shake, they finally pulled their cock back from their mouth, giving them time and space to breathe, but continuing to mark them as their bitch by rubbing their wet, spit-shined cock over their face, grinding it into their cheeks.

  “That's it... that's a good girl, that's a good lil' bitch...” Alan cooed out, with some condescension in his voice, relishing in the reversal of the roles their costumes had taken on. Now, Red was the pet, and he was the owner. And they both loved it – especially given how, after a series of gasps and pants, Red had opened their mouth back up, practically begging for more.

  Alan obliged them, shoving their cock back in, hard and deep, rutting and facefucking them. Hips and hands working together to take Red to his limits, jerking his girly, sissy body back and forth. Taking them to any limits they had, and beyond them. Alan using them as the bitch he called them, and Red loving every fucking second of it. Cock pounding into their throat, pulling back to the edge of their lips, then all the way back down again. Speed and power building up with every thrust, almost abusing little Red, who was now drooling over their chin and to the floor, still looking up towards their big bad wolf and hungrily swallowing their prick. Drooling, licking, and sucking the entire time he fucked their throat. The pleasure of it, the lustful heat of it all boiled in their blood, rising up in each other simultaneously, both of them knowing their roles and giving into them entirely. That animal, primal urge now devouring them both, from head to toe. No more restraint, no more sense of hesitation.

  No regrets, either.

  After getting his cock good and wet in Red's mouth for far longer than was needed, Alan finally pulled out again, jerking Red's head back to force them to look straight at him. Eye contact completely unbroken, while Red continued to gasp for air and groan in submissive eagerness inbetween those exhales of lust, getting worked nearly to exhaustion by Alan.

  “Did you like that, Red?” Alan asked, already knowing the answer. But wanting to hear it from them.

  “Yes, yes, god – fuck yes!” Red panted out, looking far more like the pet of the two, with the way their tongue hung out over their mouth and their hands and feet planted on the ground.

  “Knew you would,” Alan said, smirking with dark satisfaction at the edge of their lips. Loving the way that cockspit ran down their little bitch's cheeks, along side their heavy, dark makeup, coming in heavy lines from tears after getting their throat fucked so hard and raw. It painted such a twisted, yet delicious, picture of sinful need between the two of them, playing their roles to the hilt on Halloween night.

  “Wish I had a collar and leash for ya...” Alan mused out loud, and opted for dragging Red by their long blonde hair to make up for it. “Get up on the bed. On all fours, you little sissy puppy bitch.” Alan's voice was stern and commanding, which Red made all the more enthusiastic to obey it. The more intense, more demanding that Alan was, the more submissive Red got. It was a cyclical loop of desire, each one driving the other deeper and deeper into their cravings. Though the party was still going on, people still mingling and drinking, they were long since disconnected from it, having trouble remembering that it was even Halloween. All that mattered was what they were doing right now. This carnal act, which Red was now waiting for Alan to continue. Propped on four legs on his bed, with smooth, comforting blankets, his head down and his pouty little round ass up. Red had flipped up his skirt and pulled down his panties, keeping the rest of the costume on while exposing his sissy ass and cock. Pushed out, taunting, teasing Alan, practically begging him to rut and breed the hell out of Red's little waiting boy cunt.

  “Come onnnnnn...” Red whined, wiggling his ass from side to side, faux pouting the whole while. Biting down on his lip and looking back towards his friend in their wolf costume, rising and falling as they breathed out and stared down at Red. Drinking in the sight of a perfect femmy girly boy, so gleefully offering themselves up to him, wanting, needing his cock again.

  Then, with a voracious grin, Alan climbed on up after them, throwing themselves over Red like a dog. Hands on his shoulders, fingers digging in hard to constantly give him another reminder of who was in charge. His cock pressing up in between Red's pale, perfect ass. Alan allowed himself to drag his right hand back long enough to deliver a stinging slap to their ass, finding Red's sharp, sudden cry out to be utterly wonderful in the way it rolled around in his ears. It was almost like something he could taste and drink in. And because of that, he decided to get a second does, hitting Red on the ass again, leaving a big red handprint while Red's whole body went tense, eyes shut, mouth wide open. The sting rand up Red's body like an electric shock, forcing him to let out that high
pitched “OW!” that Alan loved so much. Girly, pained, and still so submissive.

  “I'm gonna fuck you so good, Red,” Alan spoke, hot and harsh into Red's ear, then biting onto his neck. Making Red hiss out again, his fingers almost tearing at the blankets underneath. “I'm gonna make you my lil puppy bitch forever. Do you want that, Red? Want me to breed you like a wolf's bitch?”

  Red was so desperate to answer, he almost stumbled over his words. “Yes, yes, for the love of god, yes! Fuck me, breed me, make me your bitch!” He rolled his hips and his ass back, grinding back up against Alan's fat cock, pushing it back against his stomach through his dark costume. Alan rested his body heavily onto Red's, aligning his cock with their tight little hole, feeling the pressure as his head tried to push and stretch out Red. Closer and closer, bit by bit, as he worked to sink his cock inside of his femmy friend turned fuck bitch. It hurt, but if you asked Red, it hurt good. The hiss of pain that knotted around the moan of pleasure as Alan kept pushing his thick, hard cock all the way inside of him, until, finally, his hips were right up against his ass, while the head of his dick was enveloped by the tight warmth of his boy pussy.

  “That's a good girl...” Alan murmured, in that guttural, low voice of his, grabbing tighter hold of Red and starting to rock back and forth, really fucking him like a dog now. Both of them were like it, really. Red as the bitch, and Alan as their Alpha, so to speak. Taking, rutting, speed and power picking up, matched by the racing of Red's heart and the razor sharp gasping of his voice, tongue hanging over his lips, giving out yelp after yelp of “AHNH! AH! AHNNNH FUCK!” And so on.

  Would that he could, Alan thought he would very much like to have fucked Red so hard, so raw, as to knock them up. Impossible, of course, but oh, the thought drove him wild, making his thrusts all the more savage and unrestrained.

  “Cum for me, you little bitch!” Alan spat out, then dug his teeth back into Red's neck, making his whole body arch and tense up, his cock pumping more precum, making a sinful mess with his seed, which he was mashed against as Alan's weight sunk more into him. And again and again as he kept fucking him, his movements now painfully hard, his balls slapping against the fucktoy he was turning his friend into. “I'm not going to give you a drop of mine, until you cum for me you little slut!”

  Red could barely form words. It was all breathy gasps and groans, whines and whimpers, as he kept twisting and twitching underneath his self-proclaimed wolf. Sweat running down his neck to his back, makeup still dribbling down his face, as his legs trembled and his cock remained painfully hard. Alan gave no mercy, intensifying the strength and force behind his thrusts until Red couldn't stand it anymore. With a long, loud, defeated moan, a feminine yowl of submission, he released, cumming over the bed and himself. Making an even greater mess. But what was more, giving another sign to Alan that they were in control of him. They were willfully surrendering to his needs, his wants. A wolf and their bitch.

  That gave Alan the most devilish of smiles. Satisfied to see that Red's weakness and lust unleashed, Alan decided to give him the reward he had worked so hard for. He indulged himself, releasing all conscious thought in his body, and just going with what his instincts, his lust, asked for. Demanded, really. His hips moved like lightning now, rapid bolts of it. Fast, sharp, powerful, setting Red on edge as he kept plunging his thick manhood into his warm, tight asshole. Fingers grabbed and teared at Red's costume, wanting to tear it apart, to give Red another reminder of who was in control, who had the power. As much as Red had submitted already, Alan couldn't get enough of it. The pure, addictive pleasure of control and sexual power flooded through him, making him more aggressive, more forceful. It was never enough. But that didn't mean he wouldn't take what he could get. And seeing Red broken in, full of his cum, moaning like a woman, oh, that would be a treasure to keep forever.

  Driven on by the expression on Red's face, that gaping mouth and those lidded eyes with that panting tongue, as well as the sheer tightness and warmth of his body, Alan came closer and closer to his own climax. Precum pumping inside of Red, making his thrusts all the faster, which brought him even closer. Until, finally, after another minute of unceasing, domineering rutting and fucking, Alan finally came in his little Red riding hood, raw and hot. One rope of thick, white hot cum after another, as Red gave out choked noises of his own satisfaction from being broken in so thoroughly. Toes and fingers stiff as the rest of his body, while his eyes rolled back. Overwhelmed, was the little sissy boy, in his torn up fairy tale costume.

  Once Alan finally drained himself, he leaned over Red, keeping the same position, pinning him to the bed, now panting out along with him to get his breath back, recompose and recenter himself after such a feral-like giving in to their primal needs. His cock stayed inside of the worn out puppy bitch that was Red, not ready or willing to pull out yet.

  “So,” Alan said, before a few more deep breaths and a hand idly caressing Red's back, enjoying his impossibly smooth, shiny pale skin.

  “Yeah?” Red simply responded, barely having the strength to turn and look back up at his friend who had made their reunion so much more intense, so much more satisfying than a simple 'hello, how have you been?'.

  “I was thinking... how does the idea of a leash and collar sound to you, Red?” Alan asked, a finger tracing around their neck, imagining it. “I could even get it engraved.”

  Red giggled, then writhed some underneath him, getting comfortable. “Well, I am the big bad wolf's bitch, aren't I?”

  Alan grinned right back at him. “That's right,” he said, biting into his soft skin, leaving a harsh red mark with his teeth. “And don't you ever forget it.”

  Million Dollar Femboy

  By M. Chance

  Copyright 2013 M. Chance

  There was a sensation of freedom, of utter, blissful relief when the summer months rolled on. At least, there was among the teenagers around the city, as the classes for the year finished up, leaving them with obligations thrown to the side. They could be forgotten peacefully until fall decided to creep up on them and spoil the fun. This hungry, hot lust for that sense of freedom was most strong in the high school seniors, however. While the years below them had the knowledge that they'd be coming back to school in just a few short months, plenty of these fresh, powerful, nubile 18 year old seniors could grin with a smug sort of ease. Many of them had no responsibilities waiting for them in September. They could party and fuck without the slightest shred of regret or hesitation. And they would, be it at home, or on vacation. Out of the state, out of the country, girls and boys of all kinds cutting loose and giving into more primal sensibilities under the hot summer sun.

  Marcus Auger was not a high school senior. Far from it, Marcus was 36 years old, tall, tanned, with a broad, well defined body, accentuated by his intense gray eyes and his slicked back rich chestnut hair. And he was obscenely wealthy. Already retired, having made millions on the stock market. He was now a man who let the days pass by, for the most part, without worry. He could do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted, and that was how he lived life. After all, what's the point of being rich if you're not going to enjoy it to the fullest? To work more? The very idea of it made him laugh, dark and rich in his throat. The kind let out at a private joke.

  But though Marcus was twice the age of the boys celebrating their release from their final year of high school, he loved those summer months just as much as they did. Perhaps even more. This was, after all, the best time to cruise the streets, the malls, the city in general, enjoying the sights of these boys, without a care in the world, their shirts off and sweat on their back. And he'd indulge himself in them, from time to time. And oh, how he'd love it, sinking his teeth into them, and sinking his cock into their ass, watching them bounce on his lap and squeal and whine, moaning like a girl as he rutted them. Talking them into doing such naughty things with an older man with the promise of money, as well as his using his well-worn charisma and charm.

  Marcus licked his lips, remember
ing such times. This summer, however, he was decided: He wanted something more permanent. Not a quickie in his car, or a few fucks back at his mansion, possibly really enjoying himself by fucking them on the edge of his pool, while dressing them up in such sinful, delightful clothes.

  No. This time, he wanted a femboy he could keep, and moreover, could keep him satisfied. Twenty four hours a day, seven days a week. He'd spoil them rotten... but, in turn, they'd have to spoil him just as much. Moreso, honestly. Constantly, really.

  Which was why Marcus found himself slumming it, so to speak, at the Nirvana Mall, which came with five floors of stores, restaurants, and gaudy kiosks with gaudier products. He had found that this was the best place to go looking, to go hunting as he would put it. He could just cruise up and down the downtown streets, watching boys come and go from clubs and bars, but here, he could take his time, enjoy the views of all those young, supple bodies, and have his pick of the litter. He'd walk slowly, hands comfortably pressed inside of the pockets of his seventy thousand dollar suit, his powerful, tan hands contrasting against the dark navy color that seeped through its fabric. Marcus would walk from one store to the next, from the food court to the Abercrombie & Fitch, taking catalog of the boys who passed him by, and trying to decide who would be the best.

  Then, inside of a Forever 21, he found him. The sight struck him dead still, even his aged eyes popping wide and his mouth going slightly agape, drinking in the perfect body before him, standing underneath the fluorescent lights.

  The boy was a nimble, petite looking sort. Untouched, too. Smooth, pale skin, with full ruby red lips and shimmering blue eyes. His t-shirt and jeans hugged his body tight, showing off the round, tight ass he had, along with his tiny waist. Even his hips rounded out nicely to the side, giving him more and more of that delicious feminine air to his body, the kind that got Marcus hooked on first sight. He had raven black hair, in a cute sort of pixie-style cut. Marcus would have preferred something brighter, perhaps a shade of red, or even bright pink – but, he would tell himself, there'd be plenty of time for that later.