Thread: Useless Femboy Companion [dani_honey & midnite_run]

The loud smack that Romi's big, round booty got was accompanied by the femboy's cute, pained yelp. His plump ass hadn't even finished jiggling from the hit before he found himself being pulled into a rough kiss, which could probably be described more accurately as a tongue-fucking. Unable and unwilling to break free from the bigger male, Romi moaned softly into his domineering boyfriend's mouth as he felt the man's hands on his all but naked ass. Making his submission clear to the massive black stud who was his mate, the boy extended his tongue to catch all of Maher's spit, and then without breaking eye contact swallowed it, earning a derisive snort from Persia and a toothy grin from Grazz. Yes, daddy! Romi is daddy's little whore, the sissy answered Maher without hesitation, giggling like a girl as his effeminate face was licked. Seeing a young boy call a man who for obvious reasons wasn't his biological father daddy made it pretty clear just what sort of a relationship it was. Sure, Maher, she's your bitch... but there's a reason why the gods gave her two holes, har! the smuggler laughed heartily at his own quip. Grazz might have been joking around, but the way he undressed the teen with his eyes would surely give Maher some pause about leaving his prized femboy possession alone and unsupervised with such a womanizer. Born's commanding, gravelly voice got them all moving at long last. After exchanging a few final words with The Wayward Mermaid 's captain, the group was on its way. Overgrown with shrubbery, the path leading up to the tower was not exactly oft-traversed. The four of them had to watch their step, and what with being burdened with crates and fat-bottomed femboys... , the going was rather slow. An island like this could be quite dangerous for the unwary traveler, but aside from Romi, everyone was well prepared for trouble. A wicked-looking scimitar hung from Persia's belt, its pommel jeweled, while Grazz was armed with a bastard sword and a multitude of smaller knives that were strapped to his padded armor. Whenever an unruly plant got in their way, Persia would hack at it with her curved blade, using her fancy weapon more like a crude machete. It wasn't strictly necessary... but seeing Romi's whore face all day had built up a lot of aggression. Maher by far had the easiest time of it, since the tiny 15-year-old slung over his shoulder weighed next to nothing, and most of it was probably just his fat, juicy ass. Because of Maher's heavy armor, Romi had to adjust occasionally to get comfortable, but the man carrying him probably didn't mind the sissy's lovely butt squirming right next to his face every now and then. It really was quite embarrassing how helpless the boy was, but it wasn't his fault the sky-high stripper heels he was forced to wear were only good for streetwalking, less so for regular walking. With his long, perfectly manicured nails which were painted a glossy, bimbo pink , the boy wouldn't be able to do much manual labor either. However, if the small, cute bulge in his purple thong panties was any indication, the little sissy didn't mind being this dependent on his big, muscular boyfriend. While admiring his man's powerfully built back, Romi's eyes were drawn to the tattoos which peeked from underneath the layers of armor. The story weaved within them reminded him of another one the tale of their meeting. Putting his feminine good looks to use, Romi had been working as a waitress at a seedy joint, which had become a popular hangout for Duskhaven's ne'er-do-wells. Despite his young, innocent looks, the boy had been quite the mischievous troublemaker back then, occasionally even stealing money from the customers while they were distracted by his curves. He'd only been working there for a week when Maher had decided to pay a visit. It wasn't uncommon for the gang to recruit talented pickpockets from places like that, but the moment Maher had laid eyes on the femboi piece of ass in his cute little waitress uniform, he had had other plans for the teen. Accepting Maher's invitation to sit on his lap, Romi had been happy to tease him, grinding his underage ass against the black male's crotch, all the while furtively glancing at the coin pouches dangling from the man's belt. Before the boy had even had the chance to snatch one though, Maher had pushed him forcefully under the table and had told him to work for his tip. And just like that, Romi had found himself face to face with the biggest, thickest, veiniest cock he'd ever seen. The boy had begun by stammering about not being gay, but the evening had ended with him having taken two loads down his throat, and well... the rest is history. Coming out of his reverie, the girly boy let out a deep sigh. He gently caressed his boyfriend's neck, his tiny hand tracing one of Maher's imposing, inky-black tattoos. Daddy? Romi asked, his tone pensive. How come I don't have any cool tattoos like you and the others? Mine are a bit... umm ... the boy blushed, feeling a trifle self-conscious. B-but I like the newest one! What does it mean, anyway? The clueless, silly teen was asking about his ankle tattoo. Inked onto the boy's slender ankle was a Queen of Spades tattoo, broadcasting his taste in men.