Thread: Useless Femboy Companion [dani_honey & midnite_run]

By the time Maher was cumming, strength had begun to leave the sissy's nubile body, and his gagging had grown quieter. The only thing propping him up anymore was the thick black cock lodged in his throat, twitching as it unloaded its filthy, slimy contents. With nowhere else to go, the fertile sperm slid down into the teen's tummy yummy! As if thanking the black male for his protein-rich contribution, the sissy's throat spasmed, giving Maher an airtight massage. When the fat cockhead stuck in his throat pulled out just enough to spray its jizz onto the sissy's tongue, Romi was reminded of just how nasty his boyfriend's cum tasted. The tart, pungent ball juice tasted exactly like how something that one would imagine coming from a man's sweaty nutsack would i.e. not good. It must have been nature's way of telling the 15-year-old that he wasn't meant to breed with muscular black men that were twice his size and hung like horses. His boyfriend knew better, of course that's exactly what the little sissy needed. His pretty mouth awash with cream, the boy knew he had to deal with it if he wanted to taste fresh air again. The labored gulp Maher heard let him know that his teen cum dump had performed his duty. Haah... haah... haah, the sissy panted, his breath stinking of fresh jism yuck! His face was a mess, too. Rope after rope of sticky sperm formed a humiliating, white mask of shame, but then again, for a faggot like Romi, was there any look more appropriate? I loveh... you tooh... Romi slurred with a smile, clearly too drunk on cum to be taken seriously. However, after spending months as his bitch, the boy had certainly developed feelings for his man. Not only that, but he had become a full-blown black cock addict. Like a kitten rubbing against its owner's leg, Romi nudged the fat penis resting atop him with his forehead, loving its heft and musky, manly smell. To show his appreciation, the sissy let it flop down his cum-stained face and took the wide glans into his mouth, sucking it completely clean. After his boyfriend finally tucked his tongue-washed cock back into his briefs, Romi rose to his feet unsteadily. Persia, who had re-emerged onto the deck, gave the sissy a contempt-filled look when the two passed each other, wordlessly slut-shaming the little cocksucker. She still couldn't believe that they'd have to put up with this dumb bimbo, who'd probably be preoccupied with fixing his make-up and choosing what color of panties to wear while the rest of them would be busy gearing up for the task ahead. To cool off her head, she peered over the gunwale, studying the approaching shoreline. The Wayward Mermaid would be arriving at the port shortly... not that the rickety wooden wharf could be called much of a port. In the distance, she could see the abandoned tower that the gang had repurposed for their needs. Surveying all of the island from atop a promontory, its size made it a small fortress unto itself. The rest of the island was a maze of uncultivated forest, steep, cave-pocked cliffs and pebble-strewn beaches. Save for the occasional indigenous critter, the island was completely uninhabited or so it seemed... After a short while, Persia joined up with Maher and the others, who had gathered near the ship's gangway. Grazz, a dark-haired smuggler who seemed about Maher's age, gave the woman one of his trademark roguish smiles at her approach. In charge of the goods, i.e. the drugs they were looking to sell, Grazz was Duskhaven's most infamous drug pusher, but also a capable fighter, who was known to be quite the daredevil. As I just finished telling Maher, our 'friends' from Sirenia might not arrive until tomorrow, or heck, even the day after. The sea's been stormy, or so the cap'n says. Looks like we'll have to get comfortable here, heh-heh, the stubbly-faced man explained, seemingly unbothered. The same could not be said of Persia, You're kidding, right? We have to spend the night babysitting Miss sissy princess? At those words, the seductive clatter of heels could be heard as Romi appeared. All freshened up, the boy had ditched his hotpants and was now wearing a white fishnet minidress that somehow managed to look even more trashy than simply going naked. It did nothing to prevent men from ogling at his young, fuckable little body, nor did it hide his many, tasteless tattoos. Romi strutted up to his boyfriend, his wide, childbearing hips swaying sexily. The tiny sissy snuggled up against his tall, muscular lover's hard body, presenting Maher with a wonderful opportunity to place his hand on the boy's ass and paw it through the flimsy netting. That fat, womanly booty of Romi's made him look like such a pawg. If little Romi struggles to walk in those fuck-me heels, I volunteer to carry her, Grazz offered with a sly grin. The man didn't bother to use the correct pronoun for the boy. In his mind, if it looked like a bitch, it was a bitch. Forget it. Let the slut crawl on all fours. I'm sure he's used to it, Persia chimed in. Looking around, she seemed confused by something, Where the fuck are Bianca and Drake? Maher had sent two forward scouts, who had arrived days earlier. Among other things, they had been tasked to bring some toys and outfits to the tower, so that Romi would have a fun time. They were supposed to link up with the rest of the group, but there was neither hide nor hair of the two. Beats me. Passed out drunk, maybe? I'll give 'em a good kicking if I find 'em asleep in the tower, Grazz grumbled, before turning to Persia. Here, he kicked a small crate over to her, while picking one that was slightly bigger up himself. Pearl Dust, the smuggler said with a meaningful wink. Those Sirenians will pay a pretty penny for this stuff, so don't drop it. Bricks of suspicious-looking white powder filled the crates. A third, even bigger crate was on the deck, waiting to be picked up by the fifth and final member of their group...