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Thread: Useless Femboy Companion [dani_honey & midnite_run]

Wimpy moans spilled out from the sissy sunbather as he was pulled up by his hair onto his knees. By now, Romi had gotten used to his long, pretty blond hair being used like reins to control him. Likewise, he knew not to expect even an ounce of respect from his boyfriend despite his name being written on a dog collar, he rarely, if ever, was addressed by it. Bitch, slut, whore and faggot were among the most common names for Romi. It was a good reminder for the boy that he was not an equal. His place was between a man's legs, on his knees, like a good little sissy. And would you look at that, that's where the boy was! The familiar sight of Maher's powerful legs thick with muscle and his big, black cock greeted the tiny teen. This pose always made Romi feel so small and powerless, but strangely, it was also very comforting. Seeing the man's oversized, intimidating breeding equipment up close evoked humiliating emotions in the boy without fail. As if justifying his brand of shame his Faggot groin tattoo , the sissy's puny, 4-inch cocklet stirred in his purple thong. Maher had really fucked with this kid's head he'd fed him so much cock cum that the boy would probably never get hard from pussy again. The demeaning tattoos on his body, whose only purpose was to make Maher's dick that extra bit harder, would irrevocably rob the boy's dignity, forever branding him as a homosexual plaything. He'd better get used to sucking cock! Luckily, the boy had. Presented with cock, Romi knew what to do without being told. He kissed Maher's cockslit, tasting his boyfriend's pre-cum as his tongue teased the narrow opening. There was a metallic sensation mixed in with the warmth of his tongue Romi's blowjob jewelry... er, sorry, his tongue piercing. Grabbing a hold of the black, veiny beast at its base, the white femboi could only marvel at its size. To say that it was as thick as his wrist was a lie he'd held his dainty wrist next to it once for comparison's sake, and it wasn't until you went more than halfway up his forearm that you'd encounter such thickness. With his cute, tiny hand, Romi gave Maher's penis a few tugs, making it lurch awake. The super girly, bubblegum pink lipstick the boy was wearing had a sexy hint of shimmer, but the color looked even prettier now that it was wrapped around a darker shade that of black cockmeat. Accompanied with noisy slurping sounds, Romi did what he does best, his amethyst hoop earrings jangling cutely as his head bobbed up and down on his man's cock. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that some of the sailors had stopped what they were doing and were enjoying the display. Trying to ignore them, the boy kept his gaze upwards, looking up at Maher with those big, pure, blue eyes that still held that childlike naivete in them, even as he was doing something as filthy and adult as this.
Thread: Useless Femboy Companion [dani_honey & midnite_run]

Half of the pleasure of it came from seeing Romi where he belonged on his knees nursing the head of a thick cock. Looking down at his girlfriend, he could see the faint light of purity, the one part Maher hadn't crushed underfoot. The belief that maybe he was more than an convenient cock-sleeve. He enjoyed making it slowly crumble, the slow descent into further depravity. Choke on it, boy, Maher grumbled, his eyes boring into him with an savage intensity. A simple thrust of his hips sent another inch of fat dick barreling down his throat. Rings of sissy pink lip gloss marked the depth in which his cock slide down, each mark a sign of how well Maher had trained him. He could feel the tongue piercing brush the underside of his cock, sending small bolts of pleasure racing through him. Other sailors looked on at Romi's expert fellatio most would've had trouble standing up from the pleasure, but Maher was unlike most. All it did was get Maher's engine running and soon he began to thrust into Romi's mouth with an increasingly reckless abandon. His hands gripped the sissy's head, closing them in a grip that could easily crush him and he fucked Romi's throat with a ferocity bordering on violence. The deck was filled with the sloppy sounds of choking and the erratic jangle of Romi's hoop earrings as he fucked the boy's throat with nary a care but his own pleasure.
Thread: Useless Femboy Companion [dani_honey & midnite_run]

Mmmpf, mm ... mh, the boy was making indistinct, cock-muffled noises while sucking Maher off, blissfully unaware of the throat fucking he was about to receive. Despite three months of rigorous, daily training better to start them young! , the boy was still unable to fully take Maher's length. The sissy's gag reflex was still there, despite much effort to do away with it. That's why when he was told to choke on it, Romi had little choice but to obey. The girly boy gagged, hard , when Maher drove his hips forward. Inch after inch of thick, ebony cock disappeared into the white teen, making the boy's throat bulge obscenely. Maher's donkey dick seemed better suited for copulating with some slutty tribe of Amazons or beast people than a young boy who was less than half his size, but clearly, the man wouldn't take no for an answer he'd make it fit. In a feeble effort to brace himself, Romi held on to his black lover's muscular legs, but there was nothing he could do other than gag noisily as he was held fast to his forced duty. As his cum dump, the boy had no right to complain. Romi knew that, but being the weak-willed sissy that he is, he couldn't endure such brutal treatment for long without bitching out. Unable to breathe, much less speak, the boy communicated his distress with his eyes, looking up at his boyfriend with a tearful, pleading expression. Maher's eyes, however, were as hard as his abs, and completely uncaring. It was clear that the boy being able to breathe was less important than Maher getting to bust a nut. His momentary resistance crumbling, the sissy resumed tonguing the underside of his man's penis, which he knew Maher liked. Even so, the oral violation was so intense that it made him want to curl his toes he couldn't though, because of his platform heels. Romi understood that he'd only be getting up from his knees after that big, leathery sack containing two grapefruit-sized balls would be drained completely empty.
Thread: Useless Femboy Companion [dani_honey & midnite_run]

As they traversed the pass, Maher's hand casually palmed Romi's fat ass, the pliant flesh spilling from between his fingers like warm dough. Every now and then, he would look over to kiss and bite at one fleshy cheek, dotting it with hickeys and bite marks. The group was mostly silent as they trekked, Grazz whistling and twirling a dagger deftly between his fingers while Persia shot daggers at Maher and Romi, curling her lips in disgust every time Maher pawed at Romi's ass, earning a high pitched giggle from the sorry excuse for a male. Maher was thinking to himself when Romi broke the silence with his question. The rest of the group snorted with the exception of Persia, opting to roll her eyes in exasperation instead. God, he's not just a faggot, he's a dumb-ass, too. You really do know how to pick 'em, Maher. Persia sneered, still hacking away at the bushes and obtrusive vines. Born followed shortly behind, chewing tobacco loudly and spitting off to the side. Considerin' you used to be his ole squeeze, don't say much about you, does it? The old man guffawed, grinning broadly with yellowed teeth. Maher was busy laughing himself, his gigantic body shaking from the bubbling fit that overtook him. It was several minutes before he calmed down enough to respond. I thought you would've figured it out by now, you dumb bitch. It lets everyone knows your favorite kind of 'meat'. He flashed one of his predatory grins and nodded down at his crotch, the tell-tale bulge of fat cock meat that snaked down his thigh. The day Maher took him to get that the tattoo done, he watched impassively from a chair as the little sissy squirmed. You would think he'd be used to it by now, considering his body was practically covered with various others, much more complex than the spade. He remembers the moment it was finished, the dark spade contrasting against his lilly white skin, just above that slender foot, toenails painted a faggoty bright shade of pink. It turned Maher on so much that he, without a single comment other than c'mere, yanked Romi by his long hair and dragged him to the bathroom. The patrons watched the boy kick and protest vainly. The bathroom door slammed with a shut and there was silence before the sounds began. The smacking of flesh against flesh, the wet slurping of rough anal with a cock that could barely fit in it's desired hole, and even what sounded like Romi being choked mid orgasm. When they both stepped out, Romi was a sight. His make up was a runny mess, the stockings ripped open and there two bright bruises shaped like hands around his neck. As they both walked out, Maher sweaty and slightly winded, the other customers laughed at Romi's walk of shame, a limp with a stream of cum running down his leg. The memory sent a tremor of arousal through Maher and he found himself suddenly very impatient. Where the fuck is this fucking hideout? I got things to do.
Thread: Useless Femboy Companion [dani_honey & midnite_run]

Maher was still mulling over exactly what kind of treatment he would give Romi when it happened. He realized it at exactly the same time as Born, that soldier's instinct passed onto Maher. It wasn't long before orcs had surrounded them, leathery green-skinned abominations, waving around makeshift clubs and cleavers with freshly dried bits of bone and brain stuck on the blade. The leader, a big muscular brute singled out Romi, his eyes glinting with lust. Maher chuckled, amused at their confidence, ignorant of what was coming to them. Maher had fought orcs before on rare occasions in the city, usually hired as enforcers for gangs. Most criminals balk at the very sight of them, unwilling to fight creatures the seem built for war. Maher was not one of those criminals. He had killed more than his fair share and found that killing them was the same as killing anyone else it just required him to swing more than once. Where there should've been panic in his eyes, there was only cold determination in Maher's eyes. He hefted out his mace, the flanged head dropping onto the ground with such a weight that it cracked the surface. Stop your screamin', faggot. Maher grunted before silencing Romi with another lewd kiss, pulling away and biting his lip. Orc or human, they're all just meat for the butcher's block. As amused as he was by the pussy's fear, Romi was his bitch, the tattoo of Maher's name on one of Romi's fleshy cornfed cheeks permanent proof. Those that touched him without Maher's express permission tended to end up dead. The first two orcs make a beeline for Maher, swinging their sabers wildly, both eager for glory. Maher smirked before swinging his mace upwards with an alarming speed, considering it's weight. The flanged head crashed into the jaw of the closest orc, mauling his face and sending him flying backwards. Grabbing the mace with both hands now, he turns and swings it at the next orc, the mace a blur. It bashes the second orc in it's chest, the loud crack of it's rib cage shattering ringing out in the dense forest. It dropped to the ground, screaming and clutching it's stomach before Maher pressed an iron boot against it's neck. The black man cocked his head in vague amusement as he slowly applies pressure, crushing it's windpipe until it popped and the orc stopped moving. The sight of pure brutality gave the smaller orcs pause, realizing what they were up against for the first time and considering retreat. Maher doesn't give them the chance. The ebony juggernaut waded into a group of orcs, swinging the mace with a seeming reckless abandon, the sickening sounds of metal crushing flesh and bone under it's weight ringing about. Very few things in the world evoked joy in Maher. One of them was having a warm hole wrapped around his cock. The other was crushing people who thought they stood even the slightest chance.
Thread: Useless Femboy Companion [dani_honey & midnite_run]

As the last orc crumpled to the ground, Maher stood amidst a ring of corpses, battered and lifeless. His massive chest heaved as he breathed heavily, his eyes closed. Maher enjoyed very little, always bored and disinterested in everything. It was in a battle, he actually enjoyed himself. All of the fighting had his adrenaline cranked up to 10 and the blood was still rushing in his ears. His cock strained against his crotch, yearning to break free and find something warm and wet to rest in. His dark eyes laid upon Romi as their gazes met. The femboy knew what Maher wanted. For Maher, sex and violence were essentially the same thing. The warrior's mind buzzed with all of the things he wanted to do, all of the sexual violence he would inflict on the fat-assed faggot, leave his personal pawg a broken mess with a wrecked asshole and a bruised throat. He followed Persia and Grazz into the hideout, having added to the debate on whether to find their missing comrades a mere grunt. Nobody was surprised as Maher was notoriously ruthless he was more than willing to leave a comrade to die without blinking. They walked into the hideout, the kind of place that Maher felt truly at home. Strip poles and tables meant for snorting lines of dust. It reeked of alcohol and stale sex, similar to the place where Maher met Romi for the first time. Like the obedient femboy he was, Romi got to work undoing the straps on his armor while Maher tugged the steel plate off. Each piece fell to the floor with a thunderous clang, making one wonder how he managed to even move in it. He wasn't even remotely surprised when Romi fished his fragile hand into his pants, feeling the boy's soft palm on his hard cock, throbbing in his grip. Maher grunted at the contact and watched Romi pull his hand out of his pants, those dainty and manicured nails tainted with his nasty ball sweat. Watching his slave suck the residue off his fingers, looking up at him the whole time, Maher's gaze intensified. His eyes bored into Romi's with a hunger that would terrify anyone else. A fight always got Maher's engines running and he wasn't easily sated. Every sex slave before Romi ended up either dead or broken mentally, thrown away like trash. As puny and useless as Romi was, the slut could take some of the most demeaning and brutal sexual punishment Maher had and still live, albeit barely. Maher had never met someone so hungry to get destroyed as Romi. One massive hand reached out and clasped itself around Romi's slender neck and squeeze, choking the boy. I want you take your fucking clothes off, Maher growled as one hand reached out to palm the boy's fat sissy ass, giving it a slap and squeezing. Get on that stage and fucking twerk for Daddy. Earn what's coming next. He let go of Romi's ass and pried open Romi's mouth so he could spit in it, reminding the boy of his humiliating place as Maher's bitch.
Thread: Useless Femboy Companion [dani_honey & midnite_run]

Romi took the stage and everyone grew silent. Stripping himself of all clothing, the little faggot showed off his sinful body, lithe and slim but with thick thighs and an ass that refused to quit. Those round white ass cheeks moved and clapped in tandem while Romi licked at the stripper pole like it was a fat leaking cock. He was twerking and moving like a bitch in heat, begging it's owner to mount him and put him in his place. He could see even Persia watching the boy with something akin to amazement, jeering and cheering the femboi on. This was the difference between Romi and Persia, why he dropped her without even blinking, barely giving her the time of day now. Persia had limits, lines she was afraid to cross. She didn't have what Romi had, a pure devotion to his daddy, a burning desire to do anything to keep his daddy feeding him cock. If he abandoned the boy, he'd have no idea what to do with himself and that's the way Maher liked it. All this did nothing more than stoke the fire of Maher's urges. He relished the sight of watching Romi debase himself without question, a boy who was much too young to be doing this doing so with so much joy. His body was a canvas for Maher to brand him with whatever sick insult he could think of. The more he humiliated Romi, the greater his lust for him grew. The boy was little more than a fleshy toy for him to twist and bend and choke and smack and crush in whatever way he desired. Come on, you fucking sissy ass white boi! Shake it harder! Earn your fucking place! Maher bellowed from deep in his barrel chest, knowing the very sound of his voice sent tremors of pleasure through Romi. When all was said and done, Romi planted his thick white ass on the stage, the globes gleaming with his sweat. Maher picked himself up from his seat and walked up to the stage, finally having shed all of his armor and wearing only his breeches. You did good, you lil' slut, Maher mumbled as reached out to grab and grope that pale ghetto booty, kneading the soft flesh like dough between his fingers. He never tired of how it felt in his grip, running his long tongue along Romi's right buttock. Sticking one of his fingers in his mouth, he applied a liberal coat of saliva while grabbing the floss of thong buried in between Romi's huge ass. Get this shit off. Daddy's gonna give you a reward. Ripping the thong off as easily one would wet tissue paper, he spread the faggot open, exposing his asshole. Maher's thick finger slid in with alarming ease considering the anal punishment he'd endured, nobody was surprised. Romi's tunnels clenched around his finger as he dug around until he found it the sissy's little p-spot. Grinning, he started to rob and prod at it with increasing force. Whenever Maher cored the boy like an apple with his bbc, he always made sure to hit that spot with every thrust, milking the sissy faggot out of every drop of cum his excuse for a cock could make. His favorite past time would be to bang on that button until the little sissy passed out from orgams, with his dick still buried in his hole.
Thread: Useless Femboy Companion [dani_honey & midnite_run]

Romi flinched when his faggy purple thong was forcefully ripped off and tossed aside. The boy had gotten so used to wearing girly underwear that he felt a bit vulnerable whenever he didn't get to feel that silky material nestling between his ass cheeks. If the little slut wasn't crossdressing and looking fuckable, he was naked and probably being fucked those were the sissy's only two choices, both of which served only to make his daddy's dick happy. But it looked like Maher wasn't the only one getting excited having escaped its humiliating panty prison, the teen's cute little stiffie came into view... and it seemed to grow more noticeable as soon as the boy felt large, male hands spreading him open. Parting those soft, pillowy cheeks revealed the most innocent and cute little pucker imaginable it was hard to accept that it had been converted into nothing more than a holster for black cock, a mere depository for a daily load of nasty nigger nut. Yeah... slide it in, daddy, Romi pleaded, his girly voice brimming with need. The boy arched his inked back in anticipation his long, strawberry blond hair may have partially obscured the naked fairy tattoo on his back, but there was no hiding the fact that he was a fairy. Maher was rewarded with a cute little moan from his bitch when his digit disappeared inside the femboi's bootyhole. It didn't take long for his weak spot to be discovered the boy's entire body gave a small jerk as soon as Maher's finger made contact with his prostate. Ooh ... Yes... YES! T-that's... That's the spot, daddy! Fuuuck ... Romi's silly whimpers grew louder with each poke. Taking advantage of the boy's sensitive butt, Maher had trained him to cum like a bitch prostate orgasms only, until the little sissy had learned to associate pleasure with taking cock up his ass. It had worked... maybe even a little too well! Romi had trouble getting off by himself most days he needed to feel thick cockmeat pressing up against his sissy button in order to achieve release. There was no going back for Romi he knew how good it felt to have his boipussy filled up and stretched out. And he knew that only daddy's big black cock could do it for him. Daddy...? calling out to him in a shaky voice, the boy looked over his shoulder, and grinned mischievously. The shaved side of his head made Romi look like a rebellious teenager, even when he was being a good girl for his daddy, like now. Licking his glossy, pink lips, the boy parted them just enough to allow a finger or two to slip in. I want a lollipop!
Thread: Useless Femboy Companion [dani_honey & midnite_run]

God, you're such a greedy fucking bitch, Maher grunted as the sissy trembled in his group, his weak moans and groans filling the room. His asshole clenched and seized around his fingers as he prodded that sweet spot in the faggot's fat ass. It brought back memories of him training Romi, making it so the boy would never get off with pussy again. Fingers, beads, dildos and his own cock. Maher experimented and trained the boys hole for hours on end, milking him dry all of his pathetic semen. He stretch the boy open with his cock and pound his hole, ramming and rubbing against his prostate, sending the boy into squealing orgasm after orgasm. Even when Romi begged and pleaded to stop, oversensitive to the point of mild pain, pathetic cocklet dry and limp, he kept railing him. The boy's whining woke Maher up from his memories he was pleading for something to plug his mouth, something thick and hard. It was practically a Pavlovian response for the lily-white faggot any time he was hot and bothered, he needed Maher to plug up his slut mouth. Grinning, he reached out and shoved his fingers in the slut's mouth, giving something his warm tongue to play with while he worked out the boy's asshole. Maher could tell Romi was getting close he had done this so many times, it was practically a science. The trembling, the whimpers, the way his puny excuse for a cock would begin to leak pre-cum like a broken faucet. That was when Maher would turn up the intensity. Slipping in a second finger, he began to go town on the boy's hole, jamming and prodding that prostate like he was trying to push the cum right out of him. The width of only two of his fingers was probably larger than the average cock, spreading him out good. Of course it wasn't even close to the size of the thick black cockmeat Maher fed the BBC slut every day, but it was a good appetizer and a way to stretch him out for what was next. Come on, you fucking homo! Cum! Daddy's got a lot more planned for you, Maher growled as he yanked his fingers out of Romi's mouth and yanked on his hair, wrapping the long mane of strawberry blonde hair and gripping it. He wanted to make Romi feel like a toy, a piece of soft and pliable meat that meant nothing but a way for him to bust a nut. He was a slave for huge nigger dick, the space tattooed on his slender ankle broadcasting his purpose.