Chapter 2 - That's not what "BAR CRAWL" means

(After a lot of muddling around, I finally finished chapter 2 and will be starting work on chapter 3 soon. Story to a sharp turn but it was always supposed to get weird. This one went way longer than I intended, but here we are.)

             Life in the humdrum suburbs seemed to be far livelier to Danny now that he was parading himself around on the internet for strangers to gawk and meet with. He's been having the time of his life, and outside of just happiness, Danny’s life style has also seen a major improvement. Before his queer awakening, Danny would stay up late, wake up early for work, or just sleep until 3pm. He never ate enough and had completely destroyed his digestive system with junk food and alcohol, Dressed poorly and had horrible hygiene. Now, Danny actually slept at decent hours, still turning in at around midnight so that he had time to meet his dates for a bit of fun, but the lucid wet dreams have him so delighted that he can’t wait to hit the hay. He not only has a healthy diet, but is eating less junk food, still eating some pastries to fill out his form with some exercise. Danny has begun to grow strength in his arms and legs from all the squatting and handjobs he is doing, Danny began doing sit ups every morning. Finally, Danny wanted to look good for his men, at least look clean. He’s gotten into the habit of doing his own laundry to smell nice for the men, and showers regularly with shampoo, conditioner, body wash and even face wash. The boy has gone so far as to even exfoliate his skin, so that it was soft and touchable. Danny starts to socialize more, shocking and worrisome to his parents at first, sure that the lad was high or something, but soon came to embrace and enjoy it completely unaware of Danny’s newest hobby. He was no longer late to work and even tried to chummy up with his boss, whom in the three months this has all transpired, warmed very close to Danny and has even invited him for a drink at a bar. Danny shivers at the thought of servicing his boss in a seedy gloryhole, drunk and sloppy.

The stranger from before has also been making routine trips to what is now his and Danny’s “usual spot.” It never ceases to thrill him having young Fro melting in his mouth. Despite never revealing his face or name, Danny did found out that the stranger was an old classmate who went by the name Fro. Probably just as skinny as Danny, though you wouldn’t know from his baggy clothes. Fro's real name is Caleb Hauggins, but he has always preferred Fro. Danny didn’t care, in his giddy cock fried mind, Fro was an adorable nickname. Fro never stood out, in fact, Fro never did anything. Fro coasted through high school as a background posse member, his sole purpose to flesh out the groups numbers and therefore its notoriety. After he got his diploma, Fro went to a vocational college for engineering. Fro lost contact with his high school crew, or rather, they lost interest with him.

One night, while Danny was waiting for Fro to show up, a car pulls in beside Danny. A shiny ornately detailed car. A solid glossy black with silver accents. The shell of it had raised lines in the glossy black sea shaped like rose thorns, which made Danny think of phallic veins. The window rolls down and there in the drivers seat sat Fro, his afro as massive as ever. It looked much smaller under his hood, but in the muscle car, his hair flattened out on the vehicles ceiling, Making it spread out more. 

This is the first real glimpse of Fro’s face Danny has seen since his school days. Fro had a soft face with plush dark lips, his skin was far lighter than the hood he wore usually made it seem more like a coffee with a shot of cream instead of a dark roast. On his cheeks and chin are curly and thinned out facial hairs, that sadly, do not make for a strong beard. Danny also couldn’t help but realize that he was without his usual jacket, and that fro had a noticeable toned in his muscles, though he was not very ripped, just noticeable strong. He appeared to only be an inch or two taller than Danny (roughly 6 cm taller,) giving Fro's naturally meek voice a cuter impression than the typical tough gangster act he normally plays.
“git in.” uncertainty in Fro’s voice, avoiding eye contact with his lips pursed a lil bit. An act to play it cool that didn’t go unnoticed. Danny giggles as he practically skipped to the other side and got in the passengers seat. This is the first time Danny has caught himself giggling or skipping and made himself very embarrassed at the realization. Wouldn’t want him to think I’m a queer, he humored to himself.

Right as he sat down however, a loud tearing sound could be heard from Danny, or rather his pants. This was two month’s into Danny’s drastically new life and he had noticeable that the longer he goes, the thicker certain “assets" became. The tear happens on both sides of his jeans, around his new meaty thighs. Now obviously, he hasn’t grown to much muscle, but with his consistent diet and all the sexual activities he has been partaking in, all that mass he was taking in lent itself to where it thought it was going to be most useful, And it was very useful and getting Fro’s attention.
“S-sorry.”
“N-nah, is coo, uh, at least it wa'n't in da back, ya know.” Fro had completely dropped his hard act, and neither of the boys understood why. All Danny knew was that this car was nice, Fro was being nice, and it smelt like he had marijuana on him. Danny had tried weed in the past, buattenhad such a low tolerance for it that it would, as the phrase goes, “tweak him out.” Danny had become far more open minded as of recently, and wouldn’t mind trying again. Some of his dates would toke up before getting their cocks gobbled by this insatiable twink. 

The two drove off, in silence, to an unknown destination decided by the newly de-hooded Fro. The tension so thick, the air was like jello, anything that threatened to touch it would send everything into a uncomfortable motion. Getting onto the highway now, Danny passes a glance over to his driver and could see just how nervous Fro was. His normal full lips were puckered inward and closed tight. Hands gripping the wheel and arms stretched out in front of him. Fro’s eyes dart in a circle motion, fighting to stay focused on the road. Meanwhile, Danny was surprisingly poised and relaxed and thought poor Fro should be too.

Danny reaching his hand over to Fro’s lap, caressing his inner thigh. Fro, to busy on driving and maintaining what little cool he had left, didn’t notice Danny’s touch, even after he start to firm his stroking, trying to work Fro's little man up. Still, Fro focused on the road, only reacting when he heard the audible -ZzzzzzzIP- of his baggy pants and feel the gentle tips of Danny’s nimble fingers on his manhood. Freeing Fro’s cock from its denim and elastic home, Danny began to work his magic. Stroking, twisted lightly, jerking it around like a joy stick. Danny had picked up a lot of tricks from his time slutting around the past two months, He’d almost call himself a professional by now. Maybe he should start charging. As high strung as Fro still looked, he didn’t object and his posture seemed to slump, just a little bit at least. Danny undid his seatbelt and twisted his body to slip his other hand in and fondle Fro’s large balls, finally breaking the silence with a very satisfied coo from Fro's lush lips. As the teasing went on, Danny discovered he could control the speed of the car, and made a game to see if Fro would stop him or get him to drive long enough to run out of gas. Danny would pulling Fro’s cock forward and stroke him, that made him speed up 20 mph. Than pull back up, only for Fro to loosen up on the gas. Tugging on Fro’s nutsack also got him to speed up and fondling them got him to slow down significantly. After so much experimentation, Fro sent the car into a hard left, getting off the highway and throwing Danny off, arriving at their destination.

Danny, a little shaken by the juxtaposition, would have no time to recuperate and Fro grabs Danny by the head and forces him to suck him off. Without and ounce of knowledge  as to their location, Danny doesn’t bother to think about, instead, letting his instincts kick in and suck Fro's balls up through his dick hole. The rabid oral fucking, rocking the car back and forth, made it clear to all what was happening should anyone pass. The two didn’t care whether they were caught or not, it all just felt to good. Fro let loose of his voice and hollered out, as weak and timidly as his natural voice let him, and Danny moaned straight on to Fro’s cock, rumbling it around for extra pleasure and hopefully more cum. After all that pleasurable groaning and throat fucking, Fro finally finishes in Danny’s mouth, and as a display of pure slutty affection, Danny gargles it and swallows, rubbing his nipple and the wet patch of denim where his boy clit just release its small load.  

Reveling in the intense after glow for a bit, Danny summoned the strength to get up and look around the cars spot. It was a parking lot like any other, and upon closer investigation, learned it was a parking lot to a public park. Getting heated from the thought of so many night joggers peaking at him doing such a naughty thing in such an open place, thrilled and flustered Danny. Fro didn’t seem to mind the setting to much, in fact, rolling a joint with his sticky cock still out.
“I just thought,” Fro finally said, “that maybe ya want'd a different setting, or something… Wanna hit?” Danny didn’t understand then, and he still thinks about it now. How warm that night felt at 56°f (13°c,) and how long they talked for. No one had been that kind to him, Danny wanted to believe that it was special, but it was just something different. Fro said to Danny that night that he had a girlfriend, that they couldn’t meet up anymore, it would complicate things. Hypocritically, they do still meet every so often at their usual spot, but now it was usually to go smoke weed at the park. They had far more in common than either of them thought, and even began taking on each others mannerisms and humor. That was two months ago, even still, Danny had acquired a taste, one that needed feeding. He’s set up a to meet with his boss tonight at a pub not to far into town. Tonight, Danny was gonna seduce that fat husky cock right into his greedy mouth.
                       ~~~~~
This mischievous faggot had a scheme. Since he out grew most of his clothes with how swollen he’s become from his activities, he’s had to completely redo his wardrobe. Danny’s usual style of choice went right out the window, opting now for flattering skin tight garments that hugged his curves and thinned him out. Danny’s thighs have grow out wide and thick all the way around, the strongest and most toned part of his body, with his ass being plush and sticking out farther than a sore thumb. His breast poking out like mosquito bites on a small mound. The way his new clothes he wore gave him the appearance of strong young women. Danny dances in glee as he catches his on reflection in the mirror after stepping out of the shower. His androgynous facial features complemented his new well rounded physique. His tiny erection and bean testicles hopping around with him and squirting a little dew drops of fag juice from the realization that he is one step closer to his erotic fate as a oral cock whore. Danny had also taken a liking to accessories and makeup, having his ears pierced with a set of hoops in each ear and single stud on his left ear over the hoop hanging of his earlobe. Bracelets, both of wrists and ankles, a few rings and necklaces. His facial hair was now non existent, there was no need for foundation, especially with how clear he had gotten his tender flesh, he wanted to keep it natural. Some subtle eye shadow, eyeliner and and shimmery lip gloss. Topping it off with subtle contour and blush. He had been practicing for two months now, planning for this exact moment. This was all so pricey, especially the perfume, which should be all worth it. The scent was advertised to have real female pheromones to turn any man into a horny ape. Danny couldn’t stop to think about that while wearing his newest outfit. A punk rocker style look, ripped black faded skinny jeans, with frayed holes on the outside and insides of his thighs, the legs flaring out slightly like a boot cut but wide and more free flowing. And slim simple teal blouse, with short sleeves that barely cover his shoulders, so tight it conformed to his petite tits. He also wore wool black fingerless gloves, a few effeminate bracelets and a simple pendant necklace, a ring lined with spikes and a chain threaded through it. Danny had finally gotten his hair cut and styled it into an adorable pixie cut. If this wasn’t to drive that boar of a hunk mad, what he hid underneath will drive him nuts. Fishnets, garter belt, nipple and belly piercings and silk black panties. Danny had bought heels as well , but wasn’t confident enough to wear them in public. In fact, Danny had always got off on the idea of getting caught, but now he was willing walking into a lions den with the intentions of getting a man drunk and tricking him into hot smashed faced skull fucking. He cant back out now, he’s sucked off some many manly dicks to raise the cash for these piercings and lingerie. Danny has been edging himself just so he can pop his dinky load into the pricey panties just from the taste of his bosses nasty dick.

All the same, Danny went with his skater shoes (he doesn’t skate.) Setting out to meet with his manager at the pub, he borrows his dad’s car and set out, mind running wild with all the dangerous and risky possibilities. He hopes to be ravaged, he hopes the tables turn and he's turned into the bar’s cum toilet, servicing the patrons like a brothel whore. He wants nothing more than for this whole thing to succeed, for him to get a face full of raw boss pig meat. 

Danny, arriving at his destination, leaps from the car and practically rushes inside to see his boss, who is already twisted. Cheering with other husky patrons and skulling a beer. The fat hog was drenched in a cold sweat, his scent practically sucker punched Danny, having his head swirl into an empty pit of bubbly horniness. Despite having had many beers, it looks like the boss wasn’t prone to whiskey dick and sported a hard meaty boner, it shocked and excited Danny to see all of his managers pals were taking turns grabbing and stroking the mans girthy wang. When he sees Danny, the boss (which Danny knew as Mr. Croastien) approaches Danny with a dubious smile. Danny felt like he was in a dream, that he would wake up and be thoroughly disappointed. When Danny had picked their  venue, knowing full well it was a popular cruising spot as well as being a frequent regular. Even the muscular bar tender was getting in on the fun, French kissing a much smaller Asian pretty busboy. Mr. Croastien slaps his massive hand over Danny’s tiny shoulder, bringing into the man’s side and chaperones Danny to the other party goers. It was an open secret what goes on in this bar, with a name like “glory holes,” it would be  harder to think of what they don’t do in this establishment.
“Well, here he is. The guest’ta honor. I told yall he was a cutie. Danny boy, I’ve never seen you in here, how did you find this place.” 

Danny knew immediately where this was all heading, there was no need to be coy, but fear took over and Danny stated to formulate a story in his head. It would be no use because one of the others chimed in, as if to fuel Danny’s humiliation and libido. 
“This little guy? Oh, I always see him sneak into the washrooms and stay there til closing. Must be one hell of a dump. Doesn’t ever come out an have a drink with us.”
“Well ‘e's ‘ere now, mates,” a third interjects, “so le's git ‘im a beer already, befo'e ‘e returns te ‘is post.”

Mr. Croastien, encouraging Danny to call him Hans for the night, pats Danny on the back with a hearty laugh “actually, that won’t be necessary.” The sound of the front door being locked rings out over the sound of classic rock playing on the speaker. It’s true, Danny had never spent too much time in the pub, largely only the rest room for the glory hole. This is the first time Danny has had a good look around the bar. Dark brown walls, ceilings and floors, giving the well lit room a bit of a dimmed feel. The walls lined with decoration you’d see in any standard bar, with a bdsm twist here and there. Of course, there were a few pool, air hockey and pinball tables scattered throughout. A bar isn’t a bar without pinball or pool, air hockey is just a bonus. The pub, save for their little group of 5 grown men and an Asian twink, was empty. The bartender turning off the neon ‘open' sign and putting up the closed sign, returning to the group.
“I’d introduce you to everyone, but,” Hans said, undoing his belt and pulling free his dick. Hairy, vein popping, uncut. The stench hitting Danny harder than stink of alcohol coming off the drunken man the dick belongs to. The others join in, stroking themselves openly, even the twink reveals his 6 incher and rubs it to the display. 
“… I’m pretty sure you’ll recognize them better like this. First though, that beer.” With a wicked grin, Hans lifts Danny up and off his feet, slinging him on his shoulder and walking across the room to practically toss him on to an empty pool table. 
“Watch it, if you break it, Hans, I’m taking it out on your ass.” Barks The bartender. Hans dismissing it, climbing the table himself and pinning Danny down. 
“It’s fine, you worry too much. Besides, I don’t think it’s the table we’re breaking tonight.” Danny couldn’t move. He didn’t want to. Danny’s erection was like a diamond in strength, and when compared to the semi hard cocks surrounding him, it only fueled his masochistic humiliation. It was what he had hoped for, but there was a strong feeling of fear, this was all so sudden and fast. Danny doesn’t have time to reflect on the events unfolding as a tube is fed into his mouth and keg of beer is raised up over his head. The shock of what they had planned to do with him had sunk in, Danny panics, shaking his head and attempting to spit the tube out. Another man comes from the side and holds his head steady and the tube firmly in place. Danny was bound, defenseless, completely at these brutes mercy. His heart was pounding faster than a hummingbirds wings flap. It was all too perfect. Turning the valve, the beer begins to flow from the keg down the tube, flooding Danny’s maw. Nearly choking and having a gush of booze explode from his lips, Danny reconstitutes himself and begins to chug for a solid 15 seconds before beer explodes from his lips again and the tube is dislodged pouring alcohol all over himself and the pool table. The crowd cheers, all except the bartender, who is upset about the beer soaking the really expensive table. 

“Atta boy, Danny!” Praised Hans, getting off of Danny and lowering him back to the ground on his feet. Drenched in brew and cold. Hans pulls Danny's soaked shirt off and tosses it on the already dampened pool table. “To think you’ve been working a part time job here.” Danny didn’t really see it as a job really. “giving my good friend Jeremy good business, sucking men off for profit.” Was Danny in trouble? “and that got me thinking, ‘how much is my good friend making off this little hussy?’” Danny’s mind was a mess of fear and arousal, being talked down to like he was. The red headed man, coming up from behin, gives Danny a harsh slap in the ass with his monstrous palm. Danny jumps from the reeling shock and sting of the smack. “and imagine my surprise when my long time pal tells me… oh, Jeremy, what was it you said?”
“I said, I didn’t hire no glory hole whore.”
“huh, really? But of course my lil Danny boy shared his profit.”
“I wasn’t even aware this slut was selling himself in there.”

Wet, shivering cold, hopelessly hard. Danny couldn’t keep eye contact, instead, ogling at all those heavy cocks just hanging around him, stinking up the place. Danny is in absolute heavenly torment.
“But, that doesn’t make any sense. Chris, you got one just the other day, an what did you pay?”
The red headed man spoke right into Danny’s ear, heavy breath of whiskey burning his nostrils. “tinks id were ‘bout 30 creds, ya? Bit pricey fer a cheap ‘ore.”
“huh.” Hans got in real close to Danny, smothering him with his warm body and pressing him back into Chris's just as husky form. The heat warmed Danny back up, the feeling made him shudder even harder. “alright look, I’m gonna give it to ya straight.”
Chris chuckles to himself “Don’t think he likes it straight.”
“Chris, quiet. Danny, what you did is illegal, on several fronts, so I’m sorry to say… you’re fired.”

Danny’s whole body froze up. His expression like a deer in head lights. It was the single most sobering experience he had had in months. He questioned every choice he had made up to this point and felt like he was on the verge of tear. Danny’s lips began to quiver and he started to shake once again, his knees buckling. “Starting tonight, Danny, you work for Jeremy.” Danny looked up at Hans, a few tears in his eyes dripping down his cheek, Hans locks eyes with him and wraps his arms around Danny for a surprisingly warm hug.
“Just to be clear, I owed Jeremy a favor. You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Well, besides prostitutin' yer'self wiftout a license, baaaauh…”
“Shut up, Chris. Yeah, you’ll need one of those before you can start working here, but, it’s better pay, it’s a safe work environment and you get free beer every now and then.”

Danny can do nothing but stand there dumb founded. What the hell was happening right now? Danny was fired, then hired, and his boss was hugging him, and now Chris was squeezing the life out of Danny in a big bear hug, laughing “AAAAAAAAAAH! Dah look on yer face. Focks, mate, dat shit kells me. Big ol' puppay eye’s, fock man! Yous was roight, hansy, dis lads a real cutie.” And now Danny was being called cute. By his boss no less. The situation made a full 360. After a few moments of calming down, Hans explains the situation. A week back, the cops had came inside to run an investigation for reported unsanctioned prostitution in the restroom, to which, Jeremy, lied and told them that he was bringing in a new employee soon after he got his license and that their was no such thing happening in his bathrooms. Danny felt a little bad putting Jeremy into that situation. 
“And you want to pay me to do it? Wont you get into bigger trouble?” Danny asked.
“No, they can’t prove that it happened, and with you under my employ, they won’t be able to. I’m a lil miffed, yeah, but you’ve actually been great for business. A lot of cruisers found this place because you, and more talk of this place is getting around. Probably how the cops found us to begin with, one of which was gay themselves and has since come in with their own partner. You’re lil shenanigan put my struggling gay bar on the map… also you really are cute, even if your make up is running.”
“ye, serry bout dat, mate. We was getting worked up frem Hans ‘ere tellin' us bout yer adorable lil tuckus.”
Embarrassed and turned on from his make up making him out to be a used whore, and from the compliments, not to mention Danny was about to be an official whore.
“Wait! I’m just… I can’t… What’s even happening anymore?”
Hans steps into the confusion “Well, firstly, you gotta tell us if you want the job. We can’t force you into this position-"
“well, we coul’. Jus’ strap ya down in da wash and keep ya dere. That'd be pretty hawt." 
“Chris, shut up! Sorry, no we won’t force you to do anything you don’t want.”
“We kinda alredday did, doh.”
“Shut the fuck up. Danny, I can tell, you’re still new to the scene. Hell, I was new to it at one point too. So if you’re uncomfortable with this, you can just say no.”

Danny sat and thought hard for a bit, though there was really not much to think about. These men just gave him the thrill of his life fifteen-ish minutes ago and now that he knows he’s not in trouble, all he can think about was getting man handled again. To be toss and smothered and force to drink and party and just go absolutely wild.
“Ok, so if I say yes, what next.” Danny asks.
“Next we get you registered and licensed. I’ll also need an application for my records and you’ll have to get screened for std’s.” responded Jeremy, but that wasn’t exactly what Danny meant.
“O-ok, but I meant, what’s next for tonight? I'm… kinda naked, and… still very horny.” This sentiment captured the groups interest. They were all eager to dig into such a little thing like Danny. It would be the closest thing these men had done even remotely close to hetero with how effeminate Danny’s damp lingerie was. And the beer Danny was forced to chug had finally made its way to his head, making it very hard to be subtle.
“Well, yay er nay, if ye loik, we could do whatever ye want, laddy.” Chris spoke right into Danny’s ear, he really liked having that Irish deep voice tickle at his eardrum. Danny’s mind ran away with wild and dirty thoughts, but where would he start? Getting tossed around on the table and being pinned dowm was such a thrill, forced to chug grog and having hairy sweaty men on top of him made Danny feel so tiny and sheepish. Then there were those glorious cocks and their ongodly stink, sniffing and stroking those meaty poles would just drive Danny’s cute bitch clit wild with their manly aroma. To get smothered by those massive bodies and squished and crushed, frotting his worthless penis against those alpha cocks. Just getting caked in their steaming hot juices. Them playing and teasing Danny’s nipples…
“Are you ok, Danny?” Jeremy broke Danny’s train of thought and finally spoke.
“Ok, I’ll do it, b-but… Tonight, I-I don’t want to have any control.”

Chris beams at this news, sweeping Danny up and cradling him like a child. The strength these men have over Danny is almost too much for him, still he loves the rush he gets being over powered, “I wan’ first dibs on dat sweet arse o' yers, boy.”
“W-wait!” Danny yelps “I’ve never tried anal before.” He squeaks meekly.
Jeremy intervenes by saying “Well, that’s no good. You’ll have to be ready to please you knew clients. Sammy, take Danny to the back and have him prepped and freshened up.” The Asian twink smiles to this request, taking Danny by the hand and guiding him out of the Irish oafs arms.
“OH-why cand I  pop dah lads black cherry first?”
“Cause, Chris, you’d break the poor thing with that tree trunk of a dick.” Hans mockingly says, leaving Chris for the first time of his life, cursing his own incredible girth. 
“An dah bloody fock am I supposed ta do wift dis ting, den?” Chris gesturing to his erection.
“Well you could all cool yourselves down with some good old hard labor. Say, has my very pricey pool table always been drowning in a small pool of beer. Huh, that’s funny, I wonder how the hell that happened!” Jeremy produces some mops and buckets from behind the bar and the men are forced to set to work while Sam and Danny disappear into the back room. 

The room is spacious yet cluttered, a clothing rack with erotic outfits ranging from femme to masc, in a variety of sizes, are left hanging. In the back of this room is a shower and several toilet stalls. Off to the left side of the dim room are mirrors and desks set up with bright lights and to the right are lockers. Danny is ushered to the shower/stalls and made to slip out of his lingerie, panties, collar and gloves. Sam points to one of the stalls, gesturing him to use the toilet first. Danny sheepishly follows directions and relieves himself. From there Danny is practically shoved in the shower, where Sam demonstrates the enema shower head. Using it on himself and then cleaning off before letting Danny go. Before Danny can try though, Sam rushes to his phone and types something up and shows it to Danny.
“not too much water.”
Danny thinks he understands, why Sam doesn’t speak, and how to use the enema. Sam runs off to the rack, starting to dig through the outfits. After some time, Danny finishes his cleaning, feeling an unusual emptiness and deciding that it’s probably normal, washing him self up with soap and such, for a nice fresh smell and feeling. Stepping out of the shower, Danny is startled by Sam, and is dragged to the desk where Sam styles Danny’s hair and does Danny’s makeup. Danny’s eyes look sharp with the wings Sam gave him, with eyeshadow that makes his eyes seem even bigger and more adorable than they already were. His contouring was subtle and even lighter, Danny’s shapely chin appearing more natural and soft. Sparkly blush and deep red lipstick top the whole thing off, making Danny look absolutely gorgeous. Sam then grabs Danny and throws him onto the bed that hides in the back corner of the room, positioning him on his hands and knees, and spreading his cheeks wide to get in between and lube up Danny’s tight anus. It was a weird and tingly sensation for Danny, the cold glide of the gel dripping in between his supple firm buns. Sam begins his poking and prodding at Danny rear exit, to be met with resistance. Danny tries his best to relax and let it happen, even after Sam is able to penetrate, he’s unable to get very far. Sam walks off to get another tube, return and slathers that on Danny exposed anal pucker. The tingling Danny felt before was more literal and partially numbing. Sam can now go deeper, and despite Danny’s unintentional clenching, Sam needs no effort in exploring Danny’s bottom hole. With the slender finger now exiting Danny’s hole, he can hear Sam typing something new on his phone. The mobile comes into Danny’s view, only two words on the screen.
“Try pushing.”
Danny, looking puzzled and unsure of directions, pleads with his eyes for meaning to the words. Sam types a response.
“like ur trying to poop.”

Danny was rather speechless, but he assumes Sam knows what he’s talking about. He does as instructed, pushing gently from fear of crapping himself, only for a subtle surprise. Two fingers worm there way inside and begin to play around in the fleshy tunnel. Rubbing all the walls and even his prostate, a sensation Danny instinctually leaned into. Soon two became three and Danny was surprised at how easily it fit, but then again, Sam had tiny hands. Compared to those petite fingers, Sam’s cock looked massive in his own grip, standing at a solid 5 ¾ in (14.6 cm) and thicker than Fro cock could ever hope to be. After minutes of Sam finding all of Danny sensitive pleasure buttons, Sam began raring himself up to officially pop the timid sluts cherry.

Slowly, the tip at first. Sam’s twink cock, smooth and stiff, Danny felt the first dick to make him into a proper whore. Easing in slowly, letting him adjust to the invasion. Danny’s prostate squeezed under the hard length. He wasn’t sure why he never thought of this before. Danny could’ve been taking dick in his mouth and his ass this whole time. Holding it inside him did begin to feel a little uncomfortable, until Sam slowly started to pull it back out. The sensation was far easier than Danny thought it would be, but he wasn’t that naive, he understood how sex work and it’s various motions. What goes out goes back in, again, and again, and again, and again. Once more, Sam’s member slipped its way into Danny’s virgin hole, loosening him up more and more. Soon, Sam gets a rhythm going, thrusting his fat dick into Danny’s prostate, and reaffirming Danny this was what he was born for. Under Sam, Danny’s own pathetic length and girth hardened, rigid and stiff, flopping and twitching around, as if always on the verge of cumming. Danny is really getting into it now, he only wished that his mute companion could harass him verbally. What came next caught Danny’s breath, utterly surprising him. Sam ramped up his speed and force, basically slamming his full weight into Danny’s toned ass and jamming Sam’s cock straight down into Danny’s prostate. The shock of the pressure forced an even sharper gush of pre cum to spit out of Danny’s little pecker. Continuing the anal plowing, Danny’s small dick dribbled pre like a faucet, and in the lack of humiliation from his partner Danny began his own monologue.

“Of fuck, stretch my bitch hole out, Sammy! I’m a dirty ass slut that deserve to get fucked senseless! My little girly peen is leaking so much from you fat throbbing cock, it’s making me crazy! I’m such a stupid dick whore!”
Danny rambled like a drunk barmaid, singing Sam’s praises for opening this world of backdoor knocking to him. When Sam pulled out, unfinished, Danny could barely functioned and disoriented. “wha-what's wrong? Di-did you finish?” Sam’s answer was in the form of what looked like two bottles of lube. One large pump, kind of like a hand soap dispenser, half full with the slippery liquid, and an even smaller jar in Sam’s other hand. Far smaller from its adjacent cousin, the jars contents did not slosh around or even move, it was a thick substance. Sam opens this jar and spreads a heaping serving of the stuff onto Danny’s asshole. The goop was the numbing agent from before.
“I’m not really in pain, do I really need all that?”

Sam’s reply came in the form of a large, at least a half inch thicker than Sam’s own size, butt plug was shove up Danny’s newly opened fuck hole. Surprised, he could take it easily, and Danny really liked that it pressed right into his bitch button prostate. It kept Danny very erected. However, despite the addition of the numbing gel, Danny could feel the stretching his poor little backdoor was enduring. He found it very difficult to sit still and not play with the plug. Sam cleaned himself up and brought Danny an outfit, implying to him ‘wear it.’ Danny does as is implied. The outfit was nothing more than an exaggerated version of his own from earlier. A ratty crop top with some bands logo on it, a choker brimming with metal spikes and big loop for a leash. Elbow length leather gloves, complete with spikey bracelets. Crotchless fishnet pantyhose, covered with black frayed booty shorts that fleshed out Danny thick thighs, making them appear far thicker than they actually were. Finally, calf high, boots. They looked like any ordinary boots at first, but putting them on revealed that the heels of the boots are raised, forcing Danny’s ass to stick out as he walks. He thanks whoever is listening to his inner thoughts that he’s actually practiced with heels, even still, these proved they had a learning curve to them.

Makeup fleshed out, clothes dawned, and whore hole plugged. Danny was finally ready to take on the men. Danny actually felt confident in his own abilities for once, that was before Sam grabbed Danny’s attention and pointed out on his phones note pad.
‘U saw their dicks right? They r gonna ruin u.’
Sam’s sense of humor really showed here, but Danny had all his confidence sucked right out of him. Going from proud and rich with self esteemed whore in training to a helpless and gushy slut. The weight of the plug still inside him felt twice as heavy, Danny clenches to keep it inside and knocks it right into his love bean prostate again. Danny didn’t want to run or hide, while he wasn’t exactly ready to run straight into the other room, he was even more excited than ever to properly pleased the men he had troubled. This comment also reminded Danny how much bigger Hans and the others were compared to stupid tiny Danny. It was impossible to hide his boner in these skimpy pants, which like everything else fueled his lust. 

Danny hears a clap coming from behind him which pulls his attention over to the bed. Sam is bent over, wearing a school girls cheerleader uniform, pantie-less. Sam, looking over his shoulder, making sure Danny is watching, produces a long, fat pink dildo with a base like an anal plug's, maybe twice as thick as Sam’s own cock and the plug in Danny right now. Grinning, Sam licks up and down the shaft, slowly, maintaining eye contact with the punk rocker sissy. Sucking the tip, then, taking it down his throat. Sam's eyes cross, holding the toy down for a little bit, before pulling it up, sloppy and wet. Repeating this, faster and faster each time, Sam finally takes his slippery toys and slides it down his puffy blown out asshole. Danny can only think of how useless it would be for him to stick his own pathetic girth into such a wide hole. How stupid he would look for trying. The toy bulged Sam’s throat out, and he took it with ease, now Sam was effortlessly slipping at least 9 whole girthy inches (23 cm) into his skillful asshole. Soon the plastic penis slips away into Sam’s anal tunnel, leaving only a big pink ring as any indication of its existence. Danny was just a pathetic worthless boy, he was a stupid sloppy slut. Compared to Sam, Danny was a clumsy skank trying to pass himself off as a pornstar. Out of everything tonight, this may have been the only thing to actually trouble Danny. Pleased with his own performance,  Sam hops up and types something as he approaches Danny.
“By the end of 2night, u'll b able 2 take it 2~”
Danny wasn’t sure when this rollercoaster would end, now he wasn’t sure he wanted it to.
                   ~~~~~

            “Nah, ‘is a glass pitchah. Hid git smashed tah bits.”
“A glass pitcher that breaks through fucking walls! I’m telling you, he could totally take him.”
“Cap'n craunch pulls dah same shite, bu’ ye don' see ‘im fightin superman!”
“Captain crunch drives a boat on the fucking I-15, the kool-aid man can summon waves of goddamn pacific cooler and drown his ass.” 
“Ye can' drown dah hulk.”
Hans interjects Chris and Jace’s heated discussion “A: he meant the kool-aid man would drown Captain crunch. B: pacific cooler,  I’m pretty sure, is a capri sun flavor, and C: who the fuck even started this conversation?”
Chris chimes back “oh, it’s ‘im who starded it, but imma finish it. Dah hulk ‘as fucking gamma radiation. Ye know wut radiation does teh liquids? It fucking boils dem! Kool-aid man gits too close to dah green fucker, ‘e'd be evaporated.”
“by that logic all of the goddamn avengers would have cancer or some shit!”
“dere super humans! An’ Tony Stark ‘as a fucking robot suit! They can't git cancer!”
“Then what about black widow and hawkeye and motherfucking spiderman! I’m pretty sure spiderman isn’t fucking lining his spandex with lead or Kevlar.”
“Chris! Jace! Shut the fuck up and help me find the 15 ball" 

Hans, Chris, and Jace, who is just as large and as manly as the rest with short wavy hair and a tattoo of a stag on the right side of his neck, begin the search for the missing pool ball. Jeremy at the bar looking over his recipe book and checking the time, then coming to the conclusion that it was time to make something. The final gentleman, Mike, who was passing the time reading a book. the largest, a literal brick wall of meat, standing nearly 8 1/5 feet (26 meters tall) and a body wider than most door frames, long bushy hair and a complexion being tan, but not as dark as Jacob’s. Mike is unsure of his own ethnicity, so they’ve all settled on middle eastern, for “reasons" as they put it. 
“Whut's takin dem lads so long?” Chris asked, lifting a fancy leather bound chair, not bothering to look underneath it. “Honestly, ye promised a man a gud time, but all i've don suh far is dry grog outta a pool table.”
“Sam is very thorough, Chris. I think you’ll appreciate his work, if given the time.” Jeremy shakes the silver cocktail mixer and strains its contents into seven salt rimmed martini glasses. The color a vibrant pale green, a lemon slice for garnish. Chris approaches the bar and inspects a glass. “Don’t drink it yet, that’s for the main event.”
“Y'alright, y'alright, but why so lil? We’re big men, yeah?”
Jeremy starts to put ingredients away and produces a lighter, setting a glass on fire and blowing it out. “The base is absinthe, Mixed with two other heavy liquors and sweet vermouth. That’s not a small drink.”
Hans, bringing the missing 15 ball with him to give to Jeremy, looks on at the glasses and groans, “Not ‘Viagra falls.’ last time you made these, Chris streaked the courthouse. While it was in session.”
“I did wut now?”
“I think I’ve got the proportions down this time. A sweet slider that should get things moving smoothly. Also I’ve changed the name to ‘Coq enflammé.’”
“seriously, I did wut ad a certhouse?”
“It was back in the fraternity, And you named it the flaming cock?”
“do you think its pretentious?” Jeremy, earnestly looking for criticism.
“Not if it works.” Hans answered back.
“Wait, tell me bout dis certhouse ting. Did I git cot?”
“Obviously not-" Hans cuts himself off as Sam enters the room with a meek Danny following close behind. Danny holding Sam by the arm and keeping his gaze down as if he were trying to hide. The six men gather at the bar and give encouraging cat calls to Danny, to little effect. Without Sam to guide him forward, Danny’s trembling legs have no strength to carry their own, let alone carry Danny over to greet them by himself. It was as if all the confidence and excitement from whoring himself and pleasuring men had vanished and returned the shy and timid boy still exploring his weird kinks. “Damn, Sammy boy, you cleaned him up good.” Hans calls out.
“I can' wait tah dig inta dat hot dish.” Continued Chris.
Even Mike, typically the stoic silent type, calls out and simple says “Very pretty boy.” With a well pleased grin.
“so, we startin’ dis party den, yeah? Tage me to deh certroom ‘Viagra falls.” Says Chris, taking one of the glasses.
“Coq enflammé, ugh, whatever.” Jeremy Lights the drinks and passes them to the others, Sam passes one to Danny, and Jeremy toasts to the group, “to new experiences and opportunities."

Almost in sync, the five burly, lean, and goliath men blow out the fire and down there shots, followed by Sam doing as they did, and Danny trying to keep up. Before Danny does, he catches a whiff of the liquor, harsh and licorice-y, with a hint of orange, the alcohol in it making itself obnoxiously known. He too blows out the fire and slugs the drink down and joins the others in a fit of gagging and coughing.
“SonnavaBITCH! Jeremy! What the hell!?” Jace blurts out.
“Oh goad, das foul, mate.” 
Danny can feel his cheeks flushed already, having sobered up from his initial chug, The cocktail did quick work at warming his body up again. Even Mike, and impenetrable fortress, shudders from the vile mixture.
“Mixology,” Jeremy stops and coughs, “at times, is more art than- Ack!- Science.”
Whatever science was in the drink made quick work inside Danny, bringing out his full erection. He could feel his back door loosen, the toy threating to pop free. His muscles relaxed, almost limp, but limber. Danny’s head swirled for a second, returning just a little bit of his courage, enough to stand on his own. Chris and Hans are the first to recover.
“Still better than an artisan beer.” Quips Hans.
“Care for another, then?”
“Fuck you, Jeremy, make me a Manhattan.”
“Oi, I thoaght we were fackin' dah lads tonight? I didn’ know ya want’d a turn as bottum, Hans.” Chris laughed, with Jace in toll. Danny didn’t understand the joke. He had never had a Manhattan. Jeremy quickly puts several together, dropping a cherry in them, and passes it to Hans, Sam and Danny. “I tinks dah real men will ‘ave drafts, mistah bartander." 
“Yer all cut off after this.” Jeremy begins filling beer mugs, Hans downs the Manhattan, swishes it around in his mouth and swallows, “Danny, sip that, don’t chug it. I made the Coq enflammé to be very heavy. I promise you all this will be enough for the night.”

Danny takes a dainty, cautious sip of his beverage, and finds it very agreeable. He likes Manhattans, especially compared to the flaming dick. Chris is the first to strip from his clothes and proudly display his engorged member. Danny typically has a good sense of measurement, but the booze has muddled up his head. “Bah! We’re strong, lads. Takes a bit mer' den dat to give dis hardy man dah whiskey dick!”
“There was an active ingredient in the Coq enflammé.”
“Christ, Jeremy, did you drug us?”
“No, it’s like Viagra, an aphrodisiac. Harmless on its own, but when mixed with alcohol, it can have a more potent effect on the body-"

Chris is too busy stroking himself openly, caressing his bulging pecs and nipples, to listen to Jeremy’s nerd talk. Danny is captivated by the throbbing and pulsing of his vascular cock, the low hang of his hairy balls. A pale, freckled giant covered from head to toe in curly red fur. Every stroke over Chris’s shaft played out slow and sensually to Danny, from the foreskin peeling back and forth, to his hairy balls swinging up and down. Before anyone knew it, drops of Chris's pre fall onto Danny’s face, adding to the tantalizing trance the meaty phallus had put him under. Just inches away and only getting closer as that Irish beef stick disappears behind Danny’s lush girly lips. Taking the girth down like the self trained pro Danny was. He let his mind drift as it usually did and succumb to the pleasure of being a cum rag faggot. Slipping his tongue under Chris’s foreskin, Danny savors the salty taste of pre and cock. Danny sucking on Chris like a thick straw slurping and even thicker milk shake, Danny didn’t care how he’d look anymore, letting his lips and cheeks extend over that pale shaft like a vacuum.

The other men, taking the cue from Danny, begin to fondle and caress each other. Sam getting down on his knees and stroking at Hans and Mike while he blew Jace, leaving Jeremy to fap alone and ponder where his drink went wrong. Sam spread his legs and let his average cock dribble freely on the freshly clean floor, while a fountain of pre gushed from the hunky men towering over Sam and Danny. Danny slurped Chris’s pre nut down, washing it around his mouth and shuddering at the raw appetizer for a steamy cum bath to come. Sam let Hans and Mike’s pre splash freely over him. Soaking his girly uniform and revealing his erect perky nipples, Making Sam look more like a flat chested girl. 

Danny was having a surreal experience, everything moved so fast but played in a pleasurable slow motion. With Chris’s nuts down Danny throat and him stroking himself off. Danny refused to stroke his own tiny cock in front of these masculine giants, and instead plays with the toy now loose inside him. Hans, Mike and Jace all making out, tongues overlapping each other with Sam helplessly pleasuring their cocks, cock throbbing from the display above him. Jeremy, in his excitement sprays his load over the shot glasses they just used five minutes ago.
“T-too much… aphrodisiac…” the shots all filled to the brim with thick steamy spunk, with Mike being the first to take his. Hans and Jace following along, holding it in their mouths and return to their sloppy kissing. The three men spilling their creamy shots over Sam who tries desperately to catch it in his mouth, getting it all over his face instead and having the last shot poured on top of him as well.

Jeremy comes over to Chris and Danny with the last three shots. Chris takes his and gargles it before, sharing a deep sloppy kiss with Jeremy, who whimpers and takes it. With two of the eight shots left, Chris removes his balls from Danny’s whore lips and brings his and Jeremy’s cocks up to Danny’s lips, drizzling the last cups of Jeremy’s cum on there hard dicks. Danny's little slut brain was fried from the first drink, but with the remnants of the drug still in those shot glasses, the jizz Danny slobbered off of Chris’s and Jeremy’s dicks sent Danny right over the edge of sanity.

Sam at this point was now propped loosely on a barstool, with Jace and Mike's cocks down his throat, taking turns going down his throat, one in one out rhythm, and Hans practically lifting Sam up with the monstrous strength of his erection. The potency of the aphrodisiac was way too much for this group to handle, but none of them seemed to care any, especially not Chris. Chris lifts Danny’s still drug rattled body up and throws him down on the nearest table, propping his legs up and out letting a half naked Jeremy slip in between to remove the toy from Danny’s boy pussy and slip in his own. The self proclaimed “calm and collected” Jeremy was nothing but an after thought as he mindlessly railed Danny’s sloppy boy cunt. Jeremy’s pace is frantic and only gets better when Chris slips his own massive wang inside of Jeremy. There was no room in any of there heads for words, the bar had become a orchestra of girly moans and manly wild grunts. Danny’s empty brains, barraged by a cacophony of self inflicted insults that spurred him on. 

Sam is thrown on top of Danny, face to cum fucked face. Pathetic 4 inched erection to limp 4 inches of jizz soaked relief. Danny laps at Sam’s bukkaked face, getting more of that hard hitting aphrodisiac high. Sam makes a strained surprised face as his and Danny’s toys are plugged up Sam’s ruined asshole. Mike, then Jace, join the train. Chris grinning with satisfaction at Jace length, and barely hanging on to his load when Mike’s obscene girth bulges Jace's stomach out. They’re all completely mindless, thrusting, groaning, cumming like broken pipes. Danny french kissing and swapping cum loads with Sam when Hans breaks them up with his ridiculous cock. It is inhuman, unreal size, Danny mind so foggy from lust and booze and drug, he didn’t bother to try and guess its size. Instead, Danny mutters something “MaStEeEeEeEeR.” Before getting smothered by massive hairy balls. Sam desperately pleasure the pure cock log by pressing his and Danny’s bodies together and licking at its furry base. Danny’s head, submerged under the smelting heat of pure man sack, was sent into a whole new tailspin of submission. Mind racing, asshole burning with bliss and desire all being fulfilled by being choked by his old bosses musky scent.
“Master is going to kill me with his stinky nuts! I want to snort it all in! Masters Balls! MASTERS BALLS! There’s a reason my dick is tiny. MASTERS BAAAAAALLS! I’m meant to be a sissy faggot girl. UUUUUUUGH, THEY STINK SOOOOO BAD! Snort it up sissy. Mindless cock addict. Choke my ditzy brains out, MASTER!”

The raw musk of this hulk of a man sent Danny’s brain into a fit. Only when he came all over Danny’s thigh and puny dicklette did Danny release his own pathetic juice and go limp. He was still so horny though, even after Jeremy came in his boy cunt and was plugged by the next one in line. Chris wasted no time unloading his jizz and filling Danny’s prostate womb with hot seed to impregnate him. Next was Jace, who didn’t cum inside Danny but was lifted up by Mike and headlocked. Cumming hands free from Mike incredible forceful pounding, spraying Jace’s load all over the girly fag’s backs. 

Sam found the strength to stand, as soon as he did the toys inside him gushed out with a flood of semen. Sam absentmindedly walked over to Jeremy who was on the floor worshipping Chris's still hard dick, while Chris lounged in a leather bound chair. Mike and Jace also continued their mad rut with Mike lying on the ground and Jace riding him like a bull. Hans finally gave Danny I moment to breath, Danny using that moment to get on all fours on top of the round table and struggle to speak.

“fUcK mE…”

It was all Danny could say, it was more than any of them could speak. The aphrodisiac had turned them all into mindless horny apes and cum drunk monkeys boys. Hans didn’t need much convincing, walking over to the backside of the trembling panting mess, Hans slams his full size into Danny and lifts him up from the table with his cocks strength alone. Danny's bitch button was crushed under the violently throbbing mass of superior man meat, his boy clitty didn’t bother getting hard, instead just throbbing as it wasted more sissy gasms onto the sticky pub floor. Hans, gripping Danny’s tiny wrists, throwing Danny up with nothing more than a slight pelvic thrust, left gravity to pull the ragdoll back down and impaling him on Hans rigid sturdy man beef pole. Danny was nothing more, in that moment, than a helpless sex doll. Loving every forceful moment, Danny’s girly cock flopping around, flinging little bits of his sissy fluids every which way. Hans reverting into a primal animalistic grunting and growl right into Danny’s ear. The pleasure only mounting, getting stronger and stronger, no relief, just pure unbridled lust. His mind was nothing, a shriveled up husk, and out his mouth, he came a flood of deprived and nasty thoughts.
“Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! 
I’m a sissy whore! My dick is worthless! The only good thing about my body is my slutty boy hole! I need your cum! I’m a greedy sissy cum addict! Cock is my master! I live for cock! Fill me up and cum on me! Tear my insides out with your manly dick! I’m a sissy whore! A dumb slut! Shove dick down my throat and choke me! Drown me in jizz! Stupid, stupid sissy! Sissy want MOAR!”

Danny’s rambling continued, spurring the other men into an unbelievable vulgar rut. An endless stream of jizz not scientifically possible for the human body to produce. Hans, leaning in to his ferocious instincts, grips Danny’s by his dainty narrow neck and forces him face down in a cushioned leather seat. Danny continues to spout his horny gibberish. Insulting himself and praising Hans dick.
“So fucking fat, my sissy clit can’t compare! Stretch it out and impregnate my boy pussy with that monster dick, master! Empty those nuts into my bitch hole and spray it on my face like the filthy whore I am! Fuck me stupid, I only want to think about dick and cum!!!”

Soon, the others have jizzed their way to total exhaustion. Chris passed out in his seat with Jeremy and Sam on top. Mike and Jace curl around each other on the rug near the pool table, and sloshing around the inside of a cum drunk Danny is about a pint of Hans semen. Danny’s belly sticks out a full 3 inches (7.5 cm) in front of him as Hans bangs him over the bar counter. Thirty full minutes of non stop sex and ejaculation. Even Danny’s poor pathetic begging for more whimpers out and extinguishes itself from how sore and dry his mouths become. With one final thrust and a sad little roar, Hans unloads his last batch of spunk into the ruined hole. Hunching over him and holding Danny close to his sticky, sweaty chest, Hans fills Danny’s to bursting. Jizz gushes from the only place it has left to go, the pressure so high it forces Hans flaccid dick to pop out and let the rest of his seed escape and run free from Danny’s bowels.

“Ugh, holy shit… oh, fuck me. I can think again… oh, FUCK me, I can think again…” Hans gentle grabs Danny and tries to balance him on a bar stool. When Danny’s ass proves too slippery for that, Hans lifts him up, cradling him over to the bed in the locker room. Resting him down and tucking him in. Danny desperately, with non-existent grip, tries to beg for more. More pleasure, more cum, more raw fucking, But Hans ignores this and grabs a few extra blankets and leaves the backroom for a while. Danny’s had the weakest tolerance out of the whole group, the drug in the shot had the largest effect on him and while the wild orgy had lasted for hours, its doubtful he will remember any of it.

Hans returns, on his phone, texting someone.

‘Hey, I’m gonna be out sick tomorrow and Danny’s not gonna be there either. He quit. I’ll send Daphne to help out if ya need it. Just giving you a heads up now. Sorry'  -send-

Hans debates a shower and realizes how pointless that is considering the state of his sleeping buddy. Instead, Hans crawls into bed and embraces his drugged up sissy body pillow. Danny wanted more though, more of his apex man cock. More alpha dick pounding at his sissy pussy, but Danny was way too weak, and tired, and Hans body was so warm. Cozy. Sleep can feel good too.
                     ~~~~~
Dimmie swam in a vast white ocean, steaming hot, pleasant. Her thoughts washed away with the tides as she mindlessly giggled, played, and drank from the sea. As salty as any ocean but tangy bitter that tantalized the tongue and begged for another sip. As she swam, dived and bathed in this ivory milk, her body tingled at the touch of the hot fluid. It welcomed her deeper into its endless depths. 

Dimmie dipped down once, the heat enveloped her, so when she surfaced she felt a refreshing cool on her face that rebirthed her. She dipped again, deeper, and found a pleasure in being consumed by its depth. Dimmie dipped once more, even deeper, and found that the warmth hugged her dearly, accepting her. Rising from those depths, she felt an encouraging thought to go again, but saw in the distance a small island.

As Dimmie swam to the island, she could feel her rubber skin melt away and give birth to her true form. Cute, simple and erotic. A teeny body, with the tiniest clit. Stepping foot on the land, she could feel the cool grains of sand under her feet. It took Dimmie a little bit to stable herself in her new form, but found the aid of some very strong boys to carry her.

Very soon now, Dimmie is frolicking with these men. The boys throw her around like a ball and Dimmie can’t help but giggle at how strong they were. They take turns chasing her and pinning her down, most times Dimmie would simple let them catch her. And when the sun set, Dimmie and the boys all pleasure each other. Large stiff robs of bliss, veiny shafts, squeezing and stroking. As Dimmie massaged their bodies, they in turn caressed and fawned over her hour glass body.

She couldn’t stop at touching these gods, Dimmie was eager to taste their devine fluids and have it fill her. These men, patient and attentive, were always in the perfect place and positions for Dimmie’s tiny arms and meaty thighs to grapple and cling to. Fealing the shaft fill her mouth and fill it with that heavenly taste of seminal syrup. Another of these men, hugged between her filling legs, simple slipped his member between her cheek and slide slowly inside her boy womb. 

This island, these men, there cocks. They were all for her, no matter how fast her heart raced these men never rushed. The pace of everything played so slow and peacefully, tranquil. When more men slid there cocks into Dimmie's backdoor and mouth, there was no struggle, no panic. The men poured themselves into her, filling every inch of her body.

Dimmie could feel them all inside her now. A constant pressure on her love button and she writhed in total ecstasy on the empty sandy shore illuminated by the pale pink glow of a eye shaped moon. The clouds swimming above in a big swirl. So tranquil and peaceful. Her boy clit throbbing softly as she releases it all out, the stress , the confusion, the anxiety. A never ending glow of love filling her and expelling the evil of heterosexuality. She was a 

FAGGOT.

A sissy whore. It felt so good to be a full sissy, with an ass pussy full and a head so empty. Why think at all, when there are big strong men to think for you. To hold you. To kiss you. 
Goodnight...

Danny silently cried in his sleep. He then has a Dream, or rather a memory, of a night with Fro. Playing and laughing in his car.
                        ~~~~~
Meanwhile, on the opposite end of the worst city in the country, roughly 250 miles (400 Kilometers) from the humdrum suburbs. Thoroughbreddington, green light district. There’s a saying here, ‘green means go home.’ Thoroughbrebbington was once, and in many ways, still is the leading city for progress, both in a societal and scientific degree. With the most profitable positions in the country, a janitorial position starting at 15 creds an hour, and all positions carrying benefits, no matter the title. The people who work here are well kept, and those that can afford to live within the city are even more so tended to. The scientific community of Thoroughbrebbington are herald as the elite of this provenance capitol, many of whom serve as the chairmen, ambassadors and even mayors and prime ministers of the many sectors of the empire. Genetic manipulation as well as cybernetic enhancements and prosthetics, what were all thought long shots of the near future, had become yesterdays news and were common place in the city and affordable worldwide. The city and its citizens are the work horses of progress, but with any city so large and grand, there will always be dregs, flooding the streets like rats in a sewer.

The green lights district is home to some of the most opportunistic con artist and ruthless killers, Both acting as the warlords and peace keepers of these oil slick backstreets. The game hear is entertainment. If technology and medical enhancements is commonplace, than it can also be commercialized. Drugs, booze, guns and all sorts of dangerous fun is what draws the appeal of the more naive of tourist and thrill seekers. Gangs fight more over licensing and patents then they do property or turf. The ghettos of a metropolis is a metropolis in its own right, at least to the killer queen waltzing sloppily out of a decrepit rave house, the name ‘The Track' painted on the side lit up a bright lime green with the aid of black lights. The filth of the street shinning with the drippy letters.

The gangs here refer to themselves as agencies, and Vile was called a freelancer. Running odd jobs, typically in areas the agents were not suppose to be. Vile is a special case, opting to work with lesser know agencies to throw suspicion off her and onto others. Her gimmick is discretion. Nobody knows, nobody will, keeps her safe, keeps her breathing and able to enjoy the waste the elites throw her way.

Vile is a stoic 6 ft in heels (180 cm) and 5 ½ (168 cm) without. Weighing 240 lbs (108 kg) which includes her prosthetic legs which runs up to her thigh. Supple natural C cup breast barely concealed under a Kevlar crop top vest, loaded with rail spitter clips. Red denim booty shorts that hug her skin tightly, showing off an impressive bulge in her crotch area. A semi-automatic rail spitter Needler holstered on her right hip. She wears platform boots, deep dark blue, thigh highs, studded with spikes and bolts all over randomly and haphazardly. Biker gloves, bracelets and a smart watch on her hands and wrists. A single 50 caliber bullet, pierced at the tip and worn as a necklace.

Vile sweeps her long messy dull red hair from her face and chugs from a bottle of Vezkarian whiskey, 57%, 118 proofed, and slinked onto her firm ass on the corner of the sidewalk. Our broken neon freelancer had a successful drop off and wanted to partake in the spoils, another perk of life here in the Jaded. A compartment opens on her cyber-prosthetic right leg with a cigar, already lit and ready to be dragged. Taking a long puff of the things she sees a familiar figure shamble towards her. A ratty black trenchcoat and hood, pockets lumpy and full, a gasmask concealing its face as its eye holes hum with a purple flickering light. It’s not every night a Chem cleric goes out for some fresh air, often reserved their tomb like labs, crafting new product. This Cleric was a very special case, concealed under his cloak are various knives, tools and a Relic ‘sodoff’ shotgun. His mask identifies him as the infamous “Scabbard, Chem Boy" with a rat skull appearance. Trailling behind him are two larger figures, recognizable as Stable Custodes. Seeing Custodes this deep in the Green lights was never a fair sight, but Vile believed in fate, and if this was it, this was it.

“Chem boy, got yerself capt. I’m not that far behind you, friend.” Vile spoke in her masculine huskied tone. A voice largely belonging to a man out through the mouth of a very effeminate women, Vile didn’t think it mattered to mask her voice.
A hollowed retched inhale came from the Chem Clerics mask “actually, these Custodes are my work.” Another deep breath, like a storm blowing through a scrapyard “this is Boxer, and Brief.”
The two tank like men greeted Vile rather nonchalantly.
“Wassup.” Boxer, with a younger tone, exciteable.
“Hey, howsit goin?” Brief, a deep indifferent yet lively voice.
“androids, designed to care for my…” another scrapping inhale, “… products.”

“Ah, no one else wanted to run yer errands so ya pulled these things from the scrap? And ya refurbished them yerself? Chem Cleric and Palid-smith. You’re the whole package!” Vile swigging another mouthful of her bottle and puffing her stogie, blowing the wind in his face. “ya know, you’d make an agency reaaaaal happy.”
“I had help with the androids of course. You remember Dirk?”
“I remember that bitch owes me 30 cred. So what, though. Yer weren’t happy with my service? Made yourself some automated fuck bots to save cash?” Vile stood up, wobbled for a sec, and got in Scabbards face, putting her cigar out on his coat. “ya don’t call, ya don’t write, my pager still works ya know?”

“There were complications. It’s seems… I have the opportunity to branch out… as an agency myself. These boys were Dirks… last project… before a batch went bad. She is suffering… severe, side effects… I need these boys to protect… product… while you deal them out…” Scabbard gestures behind him to eighteen wheeler truck, old and archaic, just his style. 

“So this is a gig, ya know I don’t work fer open agencies. All the red tape, who could be bothered?” Vile pocketed the Cigar and returned to her corner with Scabbard close behind wheezing with his steps and words.
“The silence in your work is… pivotal… It is absolutely important that no one… gets word of my plans… of my… newest venture… I have made a new drug… Freudian dip… it is… very potent…”
Vile turns to face the short hunched over weasel, bending over him “flattery wont get you any discounts.”
“I assure you… you are my only… option…”
“Alright then, where’s the drop off?”
“Clorgy… First hits free, of course… Charge 60 creds per hit… No more than three hits…”
“Only three? Why? Your stuff sells like hot cakes. So why limited sales?”
Scabbard turns to the Faux Custodes, heaving.
“Boxer… Brief… Pacify the specimen… let this be the only warning, miss Vile… Only Three…  The consequences are… quite… unfavorable…”

On the other side of Thoroughbreddington, in the green light district, there are reports of 36 missing peoples cases. This was the night these people went missing, and another typical night for Vile and Scabbard.

