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The Adamses. The Roosevelts. The Kennedys. The Lodges. The Daleys. The Bushes.
Most of you have heard of these American political dynasties. But my city has been run by another dynasty – an African-American family by the name of Wright. It started with brothers, David and Joseph. The elder one, David, was elected to the city council and ultimately served twelve years as mayor. Joseph served on the city council concurrently with his brother and eventually became the director of public works.
It did not stop with them. Their c***dren mostly went to law school and migrated back here. David has a daughter who is the city attorney, his son is the chief of police, and another daughter is a lawyer and municipal judge. Joseph has three sons – one is on the city council, the middle one is our director of economic development, and the last served on city council for eight years until he had to resign amidst controversy.
The third generation is full of up-and-coming lawyers that dabble with the odd city contract. All in all, they entrenched firmly in how the city works. Nothing gets done unless a Wright has signed off on it.
Being a part of that family has it perks. Just look at Phillip, the one who had to resign. He owns a few cash heavy businesses – two convenience stores; two clothing stores, a liquor store, and a cigarette emporium. It’s pretty well known that they allow him to launder money from a d**g ring he runs. He’s a thug in a suit. It’s pretty funny considering his father, uncle, and cousins are all above board. Phillip is joined in venture by one other family member – his nephew Joey.
Joseph Marshall Wright was named after his grandfather, but always went by Joey. He graduated in the top ten-percent of the best high school in the city. He was a star point guard on the basketball team, yet he ran with a tough crowd of thugs that were on the bottom of the totem pole pushing d**gs on street corners in his uncle’s organization. He followed in the footsteps of much of his family by going to Walsh University. When he got there, he neglected his studies and partied way too hard. Joey dropped out and moved back home for six months until he earned enough cash to get his own place.
Phillip did not give Joey a free ride because he was a Wright, but he was certainly given special treatment. Phillip noticed that Joey had a knack for the business side of things. Phillip took his advice on new business ventures and they worked out well. Phillip made Joey ‘Head of Venture Management’ two years ago.
Joey had actually done two six-month stints in county jail for things would sent most people to prison for years. Yes, being Wright in this town means you cannot go wrong. I made a funny – not sure if you noticed it or not. Anyway, back to the story. Joey got the idea after his second visit as a guest of the County. He saw how all the men fawned over the punks and enjoyed fucking them. He also knew several of the guys working in Uncle Phil’s organization fucked femboys.
That is how TrapHouseFemz.biz was born.
Joey purchased an abandoned three-story building in the warehouse district. He turned the first floor into a nightclub catering to pretty diverse crowd and a separate jazz lounge. Those businesses did well. He outfitted the second floor as set of decent size en-suite bedrooms with a common game area, kitchenette, and mini-library. The third floor divided in two – one side was where orders were filled; the other side was a tricked out two-bedroom; three-bathroom penthouse-style apartment.
The second and third floors had restricted access. No customer could make it to the third, but plenty got onto the second floor.
Joey was smart and started out slow. He launched the second floor with two bois – Swan and Mystique. He planned to have their butts pumped with silicone to make them bigger and softer, but Joey did not want to stop there. He wanted to get sissies addition rounds butt enhancement to make them look cartoonish. He wanted to have femmes with small waist and asses over 40-inches.
Joey did his research and found one of the best ‘pumpers’ in the state. He explained what he wanted long-term and she helped him develop a plan of attack. He was thirty-one at the time and the tranny was forty. Joey liked her face and her gigantic ass. He asked her how big it was. She told him it was 47-inches and her waist was 33-inches. She quoted him a fee and negotiated her down by 15-percent.
The next week when she returned for the pump party, Joey had her put up in a suite at the Hawkeye Hotel. He visited her that evening. They ended up fucking.
“Take this big muthafuckin’ dick, faggit,” yelled Joey.
“Fuck this pussy,” cried out the tranny.
“You takin’ this dick in big ass booty. Look at thang jiggle!”
Joey nutted hard in her that night, but had to get back home to his baby mama and k**s.
The next day the two fembois got pumped.
After waiting a week to heal, Swan and Mystique turned out to be quite popular. They were both five-foot-nine coincidentally. Swan was light-skinned and naturally a bit thicker. His ass was pleasing at 43-inches while his was waist was 34-inches. Mystique had brown skin with 32-inch waist. His ass was now 40-inches.
Joey marketed them on the sly letting it slip that his V.I.P. club had hired a couple of big booty punks from County. That was all the publicity he needed. He sold sessions by the quarter hour. If a customer was willing to let camera roll, he could get a half hour for free. The customers had mask options and a plethora of tattoo coverings to choose from.
The first person to fuck each of them – Uncle Phillip – wanted to do it on cam.
On Wednesday night, Phillip arrived. He was fifty-three at the time. He stood five-feet-ten-inches tall and weighed two-hundred pounds. He had popped a Viagra at lunch. He put on a ski mask and walked into a room where Swan and Mystique were waiting, leaning against that wall. Joey got footage of their bodies previously. Both sissies also had on cheap masks from a party store.
Phillip pulled down his pants. Mystique and Swan got on their knees and took turns sucking the nine-incher. While one worked the head, the other used his lips to stroke the shaft and suck on the nut sack. It was pure ecstasy. The punks bent over the bed. Phillip spanked them and watched the big fake booties shake. Joey was capturing footage on a handheld camcorder in addition to two others that sat on tripods.
Phillip was no stranger to fucking pussybois. He had a regular one he banged three or four times a week. He also had one that was a sophomore in high school, he smashed when the timing was right. Currently, that was only working out to about three times a month.
Phillip pulled out a thousand-dollar band of twenties and spanked each sissy with it. That bit was suggested by the mastermind, Joey. It ended up playing really well with the viewers.
Phillip stuck his meat in Mystique first. Mystique screamed.
“Take daddy dick,” commanded Phillip.
“Yeah, bitch! Take his dick,” Swan added.
“Ooh, daddy,” whined Mystique.
“This some good boipussy! And that big silicone ass is so soft and jiggly!”
“Fuck that faggot, bitch, daddy,” Swan said.
“Yeah, nigga! Fuck me with that big Black dick,” Mystique encouraged him.
“Oh, this faggit boipussy open now, punk,” Phillip commented. “I’m gon’ get me some of this high yella bitch now!”
“You wanna fuck my big fat sissy ass,” checked Swan.
“Hell yeah,” Phillip admitted as he thrust inside Swan.
Swan hollered, “Owwwwwww!”
“Gurl! I’m tellin’ you. Daddy got a big motherfucking dick,” Mystique advised.
“Owwww,” screamed Swan.
“Take this dick,” Phillip ordered. “You was talkin’ shit when I was fuckin’ him. Open that boipussy on up.”
“Yes, sir,” affirmed Swan. “Fuck me a like a prison bitch!”
“Oh yeah, faggit!”
The session went on for almost 90-minutes. The footage collected was digital gold.
Joey was able to get a full-length 28-minute video that he posted in four parts on the site. He put out a three-minute trailer. The site had over a thousand subscribers in the first week with people paying $19.95 a month. They used a hosting service that took half of the revenue. That was then, Joey worked out a deal two months ago, that reduced the hosting service’s cut to 33.4-percent due to volume of business.
Joey decided to expand and add more sissies to the roster. He had to limit the free session for recordings to four per year. If a guy purchased a premium membership, he got six free sessions – only three of which had to be recorded. The business model had not predicted how well the business could do. Joey was considering opening a franchise, but he knew one should not get too big.
The current roster still included Swan and Mystique though their booties were bigger than back then.
Joey added Comet next. He always thought big dudes like small sissies so he wanted to test it out. Comet was dark-skinned and five-feet-four-inches tall. He now had a 28-inch waist and a 40-inch ass. It had taken three rounds of butt enhancement to get Comet to this point. And, it was well worth the investment. The first customer to fuck Comet was a six-foot-three, two-hundred-fifty-five-pound brotha from downstate named Jimmy Wayne Coleman.
Jimmy Wayne was forty-nine and packing ten-inches. He was the Chair of the County Commission where he lived. He kept a low profile due to his position. He had slight beer belly, but was in reasonable shape for his age, He had a medium-brown skin tone. He only got to fuck this effeminate white boi that worked in the courthouse once every couple of months because his wife was a hawk and the sissy had a live-in boyfriend. When he heard about the Man Cave V.I.P. Lounge, he made an excuse to drive up north to the city for a meeting without his watchful spouse.
In present day, Mama Rio knocked on Joey’s office door. Mama Rio was close to 60 years-old and now worked as a bookkeeper and matron figure for the sissies in the trap house. Mama Rio was an old school faggot. Joey trusted him.
“What’s up, Mama Rio,” Joey said.
“I just got a call from Jimmy Wayne Coleman. He wants one of his freebies with Comet tonight,” Mama Rio shared.
“Can we work it in?”
“Absolutely. He’s on his last is why I’m letting you know. He owes us a recording. I just wanted to make sure we had A/V ready to go.”
“Good lookin’ out. I’ll get Whiz on the line to handle that.”
“I can contact, Whiz, sir.”
“Would you?”
“Of course!”
“Thanks, Mama Rio. Just so you know. I like how got the boys on a schedule. The place is running much smoother than when I was in charge.”
“Thank you, sir! You gotta always let these fags know who’s in charge,” the elderly fem grinned.
Mama Rio delivered on his promise. Whiz was waiting at the door at 6:53 p.m. even though he was to be there at 7:00. Mama Rio buzzed him in. He went into the audio-visual room and calibrated the cameras.
A little later, Jimmy Wayne Coleman showed up. He was let in and shown to Suite 3 which Comet inhabited. Comet was lying face-down along the fuck bench. That was just how the Commissioner liked it. He had selected a half-face mask that looked like a wrinkled old man with a sizable gray moustache. He walked around to the side where Comet’s head was exposed and pulled out his eight-inch rod. Comet began sucking it.
Jimmy Wayne fucked Comet’s warm mouth. “Damn, you can suck some dick,” he opined. He thrust vigorously. “Did you miss, daddy dick?” All his cocksucker could do was moan. “I know you did! Daddy missed his big booty punk fag boi! Shake that ass while you suck this dick, boi!”
Comet wiggled his 40-inch ass.
The Commissioner spanked the huge, shapely derriere. He relished the head. After several minutes, he glanced up at the timer Joey had installed a year ago. He extracted his member and moved to other side of the fuck bench which was slightly, but extended lengthwise so the ass was optimally exposed. Jimmy Wayne placed the tip at Comet’s sweet little hole.
Comet took over. He inhaled his poppers. Then he worked his freakishly fat ass in circles until it swallowed Jimmy Wayne’s prick. His big booty bounced like crazy as he fucked back on the big Black dick.
“Fuck me, nigga,” cried out Comet.
“Yeah, bitch,” barked Jimmy Wayne.
“I love that big grown man dick in my little boipussy!”
“Oh, yeah! Take it faggit! Take my dick!”
“It feels so good, daddy! I’m little sissy punk boi. Tear my hole up!”
“Yeah, bitch! It’s good for you. It’s real good for you!”
“Yes, sir!”
The Commissioner broke with his routine and picked Comet up.
“We on video so let’s give ‘em something new, Li’l Bit,” remarked Jimmy Wayne,
“Ooh wee,” beamed Comet.
Jimmy Wayne banged out Comet with Comet’s back against the wall.
“You takin’ all this dick, boi,” the married, father of one announced.
Comet cooed, “It feels so good. I love how my big strong daddy picks me up and fucks me!”
Jimmy Wayne went hard and skeeted on Comet’s face. He used the en-suite bathroom and cleaned up. Before he left the premises, he renewed his premium membership.
Joey felt it was time to recruit a new class of pussybois. He had a total of 10 mini-apartments on the second floor with four available. He liked to bring on two at a time and make sure they were compatible with the others and mentally sane. The new sissies would be recruited through a marketing video placed on a number of amateur porn sites. He picked a date of 90 days out to have them recruited, oriented, and pumped. This meant he would have to get to work on all the materials next week. When he recruited Clover, it had taken him four months. He filled the next class of two in only 76 days.
Speaking of Clover, the twenty-three year-old, five-foot-six, caramel-skinned femboi with a 30-inch waist and a 37-inch ass was getting prepared for a visit from Hambone. Clover exited the shower and used the mineral-rich bath oil to lock in the moisture instead of drying off. He lathered up with cocoa butter and petroleum jelly. He spritzed himself cotton candy scented body spray – it was one of four approved scents for the sissies. He put on a pair of cutoff denim shorts and a hot pink spandex midriff top with long sleeves.
Hambone knocked on Clover’s door. The man who was five-foot-ten, two-hundred-fifteen-pounds and wore a size 38 pants, walked inside. He had worked with Phillip for ages. He and Phil were on opposite ends of the spectrum. Hambone was just pure thug having been in prison nearly 20 of the 55 years of his life. He enjoyed pretending that Clover was his ol’ lady’s third-grader son. Hambone did not have to let the cameras roll, but he wanted this one to be recorded. He had on one of the inexpensive party store masks and full length white tattoo-covering sleeves on his arms.
Hambone started the roleplay, “Do you know why I checked you outta school today, Clover?”
“No, sir. I don’t,” replied the big booty boi.
“I checked you out because I wanted to ask you some questions while yo’ momma and brother and sister not home.”
“Okay.”
“Can you tell me why I seen you sneaking out of your sister’s room?”
“I was just looking around.”
“Really? Then why were you holding a doll when I looked inside?”
“Uhhhh…”
“Don’t lie, Clover!”
“I like to play with them.”
“Boys don’t play with dolls. Why were you wearing that T-shirt on your head last night?”
“Uhhhh…”
“You bet not lie, boi!”
“I was pretending like I had long hair.”
“Why did you need to have long hair?”
“I was pretending that I was singing in a concert.”
“Who were you at the concert?”
“I was Livvie Maddox,” Clover said referring to p*****n focused TV channel show.
“Boys don’t pretend to be girls.”
“Sorry, Mr. Johnson.”
“Last question. Why were you waiting by the bathroom door when I got out da shower the other night?”
“I was just playing make believe in the hallway.”
“I told you not to lie. Tell the truth.”
“I was trying to see you in the shower.”
“Why is that?”
“I don’t know. I just like looking at you, Mr. Johnson. I guess boys don’t do that either.”
“No, they don’t But, it’s okay.”
“Really?”
Mr. Johnson said, “I think I understand what’s happenin’. You ain’t no boy. You is a sissy. And, it’s my job to train you.”
“Are you sure, Mr. Johnson,” inquired Clover.
“Of course, I am. I’m a big grown man. And you only in third grade.”
“Yes, Mr. Johnson.”
“Call me ‘Pops’. Come over here.”
“Yes, Pops!”
“See you got on these li’l shorts and your li’l boi booty is hangin’ out. That’s how sissies wear they clothes.”
“Oh…”
“Yeah! And you switch like a girl when you walk. Bend ovah my knees because a grown man is supposed to spank a li’l sissy.”
Clover bent over. Hambone smacked the big ass. He jiggled the cheeks with his large hands.
Pops said, “I also know you is a sissy cuz you make this grow.” He pulled out his nine-inch dick. “Do you know what this is?”
Clover was thrilled to answer, “It’s you pee-pee!”
“No! Sissies like you got a pee-pee. I’m a grown man. This is a dick. It’s for sissies to lick and take up their booties.”
“Oh, okay. Should I lick it.”
“Yeah, sissy!”
Clover began to lick the shaft. He moved to head and paid it special attention. He worked his mouth up and down the pole. Hambone was groaning. Clover enjoyed the saltiness and mustiness of the older man.
“Good sissy,” commented Pops.
“Thank you,” said Clover.
“It’s time to bend over so I can train you some more.”
“Alright.”
“Before you bend over, open this and sniff it. It’ll make it easier.”
Clover hit the poppers and got on the fuck bench. He shook his juicy ass.
Hambone walked behind the sissy and pushed inside.
“Oh, sissy! That some tight young boipussy,” Pops delighted.
“Am I doing it the right way,” checked Clover.
“Yeah, li’l sissy. All’s you gotta do is wiggle dat booty.”
“Yay! I can do that!”
Clover shook his donkey butt. Hambone hammered away.
“See, sissy,” Pops started. “Yo li’l young ass is takin’ a big grown O.G. dick!”
“That big grown man dick feels good in my boipussy,” shrieked Clover.
Hambone went hard on the femboi. He unloaded a big nut on the ass cheeks after a thorough pounding.
Whiz knew Joey was going to love this session. It anticipated the amount of views, purchases, and comments it would garner.
A newbie, who was a referral from one of Premium Members, paid for his first session. He selected Armani, one of the newest additions to the stable. The man was a twenty-seven-year-old gangster called Klamp. He had a rap sheet as long as his arm. He was the quintessential definition of a thug. He stood six-feet tall and had a slender, athletic build. He just got out of the state penitentiary five months prior. In the joint, the brown-skinned nigga was fucking a cute little Latin punk with hair that was all the way down his back. Since he had been out, he was dicking down his girlfriend. Girl pussy was old to him now, so he took his homeboy’s advice and hit up the good folks at Man Cave V.I.P. Lounge.
Armani was waiting in his suite. He was only four-feet-nine-inches tall – a veritable midget. He had light skin. He waist clocked in at 25-inches and his ass was 36-inches. His high cheek bones and arched eyebrows made him look just like a chick. Niggas loved using his midget sissy ass.
Klamp paid cash for his 15-minute session and walked to Suite 5. Armani let him. Klamp pulled out his dick and Armani went to work.
“Got damn, faggit! You ain’t even gotta bend down to suck my dick,” Klamp was mesmerized.
“No, daddy,” purred Armani.
“Damn! You got a phat ass too,” he remarked massaging both cheeks with his hands. “How you like dat dick?”
“It tastes good!”
“Dat mouf feel good! Yo’ midget ass look good as hell wit’ dis big fake booty. You built jus’ da way a nigga like!”
“Thank you, daddy!”
“You ready for this thug nigga dick, faggit?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Git on dat fuck bench!”
Armani mounted the apparatus. Klamp moved behind the big booty midget and shoved his ten-and-a-half-inch dick in Armani’s tight hole. The tiny sissy yelped.
“Oh my god! You’re all in my guts with that big Black monster dick,” wailed Armani.
The six-foot-two, one-hundred-ninety-pound brotha remarked, “Shit yeah, faggit! You got some tight ass! “
“Fuck me, daddy!”
“Oh, yeah! Shit! You like mah big thug dick plowin’ dat tiny l’il faggit boipussy?”
“Yes, sir!”
“Damn right, bitch! You got some good booty,” Klamp yelled out as he smacked Armani’s fleshy butt cheeks.
“Oh, god! Yassss! Fuck me, nigga!”
“Hell yeah! I love big booty redbone bois. You a bad bitch!”
Klamp was pounding with all his might. His low hanging balls were slapping the pussyboi’s taint. His long rod was stimulating the sissy’s prostate.
Armani was moaning uncontrollably. Suddenly, he shrieked, “I’m cumming!” His anus contracted with several quick repetitions as he short limp cocklet dripped out nut.
The sensation of the contractions sped up the time it would have taken Klamp to skeet. He pulled out and shot it on the phat booty.
Klamp washed up and said, “I’ma record wit’ you tomorrow if possible. I enjoyed dat ass!”
Joey was downstairs working the front of the house in the jazz lounge. He was piloting a tapas menu. He had contracted with the local technical college’s culinary arts program director to have a few students create a small plates menu and test it out over four nights.
The future chefs and restaurateurs had developed the following offerings:
1. Potato and Mozzarella Croquettes – light and cheesy mashed potatoes breaded and fried twice.
2. Lamb Meatballs with Mint – tender, succulent ground lamb cooked traditionally in Basque-style
3. Red Wine Poached Chorizo – smoky Spanish sausage and garlic cooked in red wine
4. Sherry-Glazed Riblets – tender, meaty riblets rubbed with smoked paprika and other spices
5. Crispy Wonton Pea & Ricotta Ravioli – sweet peas, creamy Ricotta cheese, sweet & sour sauce
The most popular item after two nights was the riblet dish. It was followed closely by the lamb meatballs. The potato croquettes were a possible hit. But the fried wontons were floundering. He was seriously contemplating adding tapas to the weekends in the Jazz Lounge now. He spotted Superior Court Judge Hayden G. Bell and his wife, Patricia Wright Bell. He went to greet his first cousin once-removed and her husband. He personally showed them to a great table and had them situated with a two glasses of the house red wine and an order of the riblets and potato croquettes – all of this was on the house.
Mama Rio was busy with the slew of appointments and last minute requests. He had suggested when the next two bois were ready to work, that they always keep two sissies on reserve each night for the real-time requests. All other bois for that day would be booked in advanced. Joey liked it. Mama Rio buzzed in Winford Hill.
The thirty-year-old Winford was a dope runner in Phillip Wright’s organization. He was one of the best and he had been recognized with a gift certificate to visit Man Cave V.I.P. Lounge. He chose to mix it and go with the white boi, Blizzard. Winford had a chubby shawty that bought from him. The chunky sissy with moobs usually wanted to fuck and the supplier was always ready for it.
Blizzard was added at the same time as Armani. His waist was 29-inches and his ass was 35-inhes. He had long platinum-blond dyed hair and light brown eyes.
Winford was five-nine, caramel-skinned, and muscular. He went into Blizzard’s suite. The white fag was on the fuck bench just as he requested. Also, there was a ball gag in the punk’s mouth. Winford just wanted to fuck – no head, no conversation. He smacked the juicy, protruding booty. “You like that, dontcha, stupid ass white faggit?” The sissy made a muffled noise. “Yeah! Yo’ bitch ass can’t talk back, white boi! You gon’ learn how tah take dis nigga dick in yo’ white sissy ass!”
Winford pulled out his nine-and-one-quarter-inch, beer-can-thick, dick. He spanked the pretty white fat booty with it. “You done got lost down here in da hood and stuck in da trap house! You gon’ take a whole lotta dick fo’ you can get out.”
Winford stroked his enormous cock and walked around to the other side of the fuck bench. Blizzard was looking at the monstrosity and attempting to protest. “Ain’t no point tryna scream! You bout to git dis big baseball bat dick in yo’ faggit booty hole! Yeah go ‘head an’ cry. I ownt give a shit. I hate white folks, but I love tah fuck big booty white punks!”
“You betta be glad I cain’t punch you,” Winford shared. “I used tah beat the white bitch boi I fucked when I was locked up. He kept coming back fo’ dis nigga dick doe. You cute doe. You kinda look like uh guhl. I’d only beat you If you did some dumb shit. Stop cryin’ guhl. I’ma start gentle.”
Winford went back to booty side of the fuck bench. He spread the rotund ass cheeks apart and spat on the tight pink hole. “I ownt know if it gon’ fit! But I’ma make it. Git ready. Sniff yo’ shit!”
Blizzard took two hits in each nostril of the poppers.
Winford pressed in slowly. The hole was cliched and the thug had to add more spit. He rocked his hips side-to-side. The very tip of the hopped split the pink hole open. Winford had to grind with shortened, meticulous strokes. The head was in. He felt the sissy tense. “Relax, white boi! Sniff dem poppers.” Those hits did the trick as he was able to get a couple of inches inside Blizzard. “Hit ‘em again!” Winford had all but an inch in the booty hole now.
Winford allowed his meaty love stick to sit still in Blizzard love nest. After 90 seconds, he pulled out partially and pushed back in with care. He wanted to enjoy the fuck and knew that if he went to hard at first it would rip the bitch apart. He pumped a little faster and a bit harder. He could smell the fact that Blizzard was inhaling more of the muscle-relaxing concoction. He felt the boipussy open,
Winford began to hammer. “Oh, shit, white boi. That big pretty ass takin’ dat big thick nigga dick! You was built to git fucked, faggit. Take mah dick! Dat fat booty turnin’ red,” Winford chuckled then spanked Blizzard. “You jus’ a stupid li’l white boi sissy fuck doll. Oh, shit! Take dis dick, boi!”
Winford rammed his cock over and over. He felt an urge to release and he deserved it. He shot his babies up Blizzard’s poop shoot. He cleaned up and said nothing as he left.
Mama Rio unlocked Blizzard so he could shower.
Joey thought about the endless possibilities of his TrapHouseFemz.biz endeavor.
Most of you have heard of these American political dynasties. But my city has been run by another dynasty – an African-American family by the name of Wright. It started with brothers, David and Joseph. The elder one, David, was elected to the city council and ultimately served twelve years as mayor. Joseph served on the city council concurrently with his brother and eventually became the director of public works.
It did not stop with them. Their c***dren mostly went to law school and migrated back here. David has a daughter who is the city attorney, his son is the chief of police, and another daughter is a lawyer and municipal judge. Joseph has three sons – one is on the city council, the middle one is our director of economic development, and the last served on city council for eight years until he had to resign amidst controversy.
The third generation is full of up-and-coming lawyers that dabble with the odd city contract. All in all, they entrenched firmly in how the city works. Nothing gets done unless a Wright has signed off on it.
Being a part of that family has it perks. Just look at Phillip, the one who had to resign. He owns a few cash heavy businesses – two convenience stores; two clothing stores, a liquor store, and a cigarette emporium. It’s pretty well known that they allow him to launder money from a d**g ring he runs. He’s a thug in a suit. It’s pretty funny considering his father, uncle, and cousins are all above board. Phillip is joined in venture by one other family member – his nephew Joey.
Joseph Marshall Wright was named after his grandfather, but always went by Joey. He graduated in the top ten-percent of the best high school in the city. He was a star point guard on the basketball team, yet he ran with a tough crowd of thugs that were on the bottom of the totem pole pushing d**gs on street corners in his uncle’s organization. He followed in the footsteps of much of his family by going to Walsh University. When he got there, he neglected his studies and partied way too hard. Joey dropped out and moved back home for six months until he earned enough cash to get his own place.
Phillip did not give Joey a free ride because he was a Wright, but he was certainly given special treatment. Phillip noticed that Joey had a knack for the business side of things. Phillip took his advice on new business ventures and they worked out well. Phillip made Joey ‘Head of Venture Management’ two years ago.
Joey had actually done two six-month stints in county jail for things would sent most people to prison for years. Yes, being Wright in this town means you cannot go wrong. I made a funny – not sure if you noticed it or not. Anyway, back to the story. Joey got the idea after his second visit as a guest of the County. He saw how all the men fawned over the punks and enjoyed fucking them. He also knew several of the guys working in Uncle Phil’s organization fucked femboys.
That is how TrapHouseFemz.biz was born.
Joey purchased an abandoned three-story building in the warehouse district. He turned the first floor into a nightclub catering to pretty diverse crowd and a separate jazz lounge. Those businesses did well. He outfitted the second floor as set of decent size en-suite bedrooms with a common game area, kitchenette, and mini-library. The third floor divided in two – one side was where orders were filled; the other side was a tricked out two-bedroom; three-bathroom penthouse-style apartment.
The second and third floors had restricted access. No customer could make it to the third, but plenty got onto the second floor.
Joey was smart and started out slow. He launched the second floor with two bois – Swan and Mystique. He planned to have their butts pumped with silicone to make them bigger and softer, but Joey did not want to stop there. He wanted to get sissies addition rounds butt enhancement to make them look cartoonish. He wanted to have femmes with small waist and asses over 40-inches.
Joey did his research and found one of the best ‘pumpers’ in the state. He explained what he wanted long-term and she helped him develop a plan of attack. He was thirty-one at the time and the tranny was forty. Joey liked her face and her gigantic ass. He asked her how big it was. She told him it was 47-inches and her waist was 33-inches. She quoted him a fee and negotiated her down by 15-percent.
The next week when she returned for the pump party, Joey had her put up in a suite at the Hawkeye Hotel. He visited her that evening. They ended up fucking.
“Take this big muthafuckin’ dick, faggit,” yelled Joey.
“Fuck this pussy,” cried out the tranny.
“You takin’ this dick in big ass booty. Look at thang jiggle!”
Joey nutted hard in her that night, but had to get back home to his baby mama and k**s.
The next day the two fembois got pumped.
After waiting a week to heal, Swan and Mystique turned out to be quite popular. They were both five-foot-nine coincidentally. Swan was light-skinned and naturally a bit thicker. His ass was pleasing at 43-inches while his was waist was 34-inches. Mystique had brown skin with 32-inch waist. His ass was now 40-inches.
Joey marketed them on the sly letting it slip that his V.I.P. club had hired a couple of big booty punks from County. That was all the publicity he needed. He sold sessions by the quarter hour. If a customer was willing to let camera roll, he could get a half hour for free. The customers had mask options and a plethora of tattoo coverings to choose from.
The first person to fuck each of them – Uncle Phillip – wanted to do it on cam.
On Wednesday night, Phillip arrived. He was fifty-three at the time. He stood five-feet-ten-inches tall and weighed two-hundred pounds. He had popped a Viagra at lunch. He put on a ski mask and walked into a room where Swan and Mystique were waiting, leaning against that wall. Joey got footage of their bodies previously. Both sissies also had on cheap masks from a party store.
Phillip pulled down his pants. Mystique and Swan got on their knees and took turns sucking the nine-incher. While one worked the head, the other used his lips to stroke the shaft and suck on the nut sack. It was pure ecstasy. The punks bent over the bed. Phillip spanked them and watched the big fake booties shake. Joey was capturing footage on a handheld camcorder in addition to two others that sat on tripods.
Phillip was no stranger to fucking pussybois. He had a regular one he banged three or four times a week. He also had one that was a sophomore in high school, he smashed when the timing was right. Currently, that was only working out to about three times a month.
Phillip pulled out a thousand-dollar band of twenties and spanked each sissy with it. That bit was suggested by the mastermind, Joey. It ended up playing really well with the viewers.
Phillip stuck his meat in Mystique first. Mystique screamed.
“Take daddy dick,” commanded Phillip.
“Yeah, bitch! Take his dick,” Swan added.
“Ooh, daddy,” whined Mystique.
“This some good boipussy! And that big silicone ass is so soft and jiggly!”
“Fuck that faggot, bitch, daddy,” Swan said.
“Yeah, nigga! Fuck me with that big Black dick,” Mystique encouraged him.
“Oh, this faggit boipussy open now, punk,” Phillip commented. “I’m gon’ get me some of this high yella bitch now!”
“You wanna fuck my big fat sissy ass,” checked Swan.
“Hell yeah,” Phillip admitted as he thrust inside Swan.
Swan hollered, “Owwwwwww!”
“Gurl! I’m tellin’ you. Daddy got a big motherfucking dick,” Mystique advised.
“Owwww,” screamed Swan.
“Take this dick,” Phillip ordered. “You was talkin’ shit when I was fuckin’ him. Open that boipussy on up.”
“Yes, sir,” affirmed Swan. “Fuck me a like a prison bitch!”
“Oh yeah, faggit!”
The session went on for almost 90-minutes. The footage collected was digital gold.
Joey was able to get a full-length 28-minute video that he posted in four parts on the site. He put out a three-minute trailer. The site had over a thousand subscribers in the first week with people paying $19.95 a month. They used a hosting service that took half of the revenue. That was then, Joey worked out a deal two months ago, that reduced the hosting service’s cut to 33.4-percent due to volume of business.
Joey decided to expand and add more sissies to the roster. He had to limit the free session for recordings to four per year. If a guy purchased a premium membership, he got six free sessions – only three of which had to be recorded. The business model had not predicted how well the business could do. Joey was considering opening a franchise, but he knew one should not get too big.
The current roster still included Swan and Mystique though their booties were bigger than back then.
Joey added Comet next. He always thought big dudes like small sissies so he wanted to test it out. Comet was dark-skinned and five-feet-four-inches tall. He now had a 28-inch waist and a 40-inch ass. It had taken three rounds of butt enhancement to get Comet to this point. And, it was well worth the investment. The first customer to fuck Comet was a six-foot-three, two-hundred-fifty-five-pound brotha from downstate named Jimmy Wayne Coleman.
Jimmy Wayne was forty-nine and packing ten-inches. He was the Chair of the County Commission where he lived. He kept a low profile due to his position. He had slight beer belly, but was in reasonable shape for his age, He had a medium-brown skin tone. He only got to fuck this effeminate white boi that worked in the courthouse once every couple of months because his wife was a hawk and the sissy had a live-in boyfriend. When he heard about the Man Cave V.I.P. Lounge, he made an excuse to drive up north to the city for a meeting without his watchful spouse.
In present day, Mama Rio knocked on Joey’s office door. Mama Rio was close to 60 years-old and now worked as a bookkeeper and matron figure for the sissies in the trap house. Mama Rio was an old school faggot. Joey trusted him.
“What’s up, Mama Rio,” Joey said.
“I just got a call from Jimmy Wayne Coleman. He wants one of his freebies with Comet tonight,” Mama Rio shared.
“Can we work it in?”
“Absolutely. He’s on his last is why I’m letting you know. He owes us a recording. I just wanted to make sure we had A/V ready to go.”
“Good lookin’ out. I’ll get Whiz on the line to handle that.”
“I can contact, Whiz, sir.”
“Would you?”
“Of course!”
“Thanks, Mama Rio. Just so you know. I like how got the boys on a schedule. The place is running much smoother than when I was in charge.”
“Thank you, sir! You gotta always let these fags know who’s in charge,” the elderly fem grinned.
Mama Rio delivered on his promise. Whiz was waiting at the door at 6:53 p.m. even though he was to be there at 7:00. Mama Rio buzzed him in. He went into the audio-visual room and calibrated the cameras.
A little later, Jimmy Wayne Coleman showed up. He was let in and shown to Suite 3 which Comet inhabited. Comet was lying face-down along the fuck bench. That was just how the Commissioner liked it. He had selected a half-face mask that looked like a wrinkled old man with a sizable gray moustache. He walked around to the side where Comet’s head was exposed and pulled out his eight-inch rod. Comet began sucking it.
Jimmy Wayne fucked Comet’s warm mouth. “Damn, you can suck some dick,” he opined. He thrust vigorously. “Did you miss, daddy dick?” All his cocksucker could do was moan. “I know you did! Daddy missed his big booty punk fag boi! Shake that ass while you suck this dick, boi!”
Comet wiggled his 40-inch ass.
The Commissioner spanked the huge, shapely derriere. He relished the head. After several minutes, he glanced up at the timer Joey had installed a year ago. He extracted his member and moved to other side of the fuck bench which was slightly, but extended lengthwise so the ass was optimally exposed. Jimmy Wayne placed the tip at Comet’s sweet little hole.
Comet took over. He inhaled his poppers. Then he worked his freakishly fat ass in circles until it swallowed Jimmy Wayne’s prick. His big booty bounced like crazy as he fucked back on the big Black dick.
“Fuck me, nigga,” cried out Comet.
“Yeah, bitch,” barked Jimmy Wayne.
“I love that big grown man dick in my little boipussy!”
“Oh, yeah! Take it faggit! Take my dick!”
“It feels so good, daddy! I’m little sissy punk boi. Tear my hole up!”
“Yeah, bitch! It’s good for you. It’s real good for you!”
“Yes, sir!”
The Commissioner broke with his routine and picked Comet up.
“We on video so let’s give ‘em something new, Li’l Bit,” remarked Jimmy Wayne,
“Ooh wee,” beamed Comet.
Jimmy Wayne banged out Comet with Comet’s back against the wall.
“You takin’ all this dick, boi,” the married, father of one announced.
Comet cooed, “It feels so good. I love how my big strong daddy picks me up and fucks me!”
Jimmy Wayne went hard and skeeted on Comet’s face. He used the en-suite bathroom and cleaned up. Before he left the premises, he renewed his premium membership.
Joey felt it was time to recruit a new class of pussybois. He had a total of 10 mini-apartments on the second floor with four available. He liked to bring on two at a time and make sure they were compatible with the others and mentally sane. The new sissies would be recruited through a marketing video placed on a number of amateur porn sites. He picked a date of 90 days out to have them recruited, oriented, and pumped. This meant he would have to get to work on all the materials next week. When he recruited Clover, it had taken him four months. He filled the next class of two in only 76 days.
Speaking of Clover, the twenty-three year-old, five-foot-six, caramel-skinned femboi with a 30-inch waist and a 37-inch ass was getting prepared for a visit from Hambone. Clover exited the shower and used the mineral-rich bath oil to lock in the moisture instead of drying off. He lathered up with cocoa butter and petroleum jelly. He spritzed himself cotton candy scented body spray – it was one of four approved scents for the sissies. He put on a pair of cutoff denim shorts and a hot pink spandex midriff top with long sleeves.
Hambone knocked on Clover’s door. The man who was five-foot-ten, two-hundred-fifteen-pounds and wore a size 38 pants, walked inside. He had worked with Phillip for ages. He and Phil were on opposite ends of the spectrum. Hambone was just pure thug having been in prison nearly 20 of the 55 years of his life. He enjoyed pretending that Clover was his ol’ lady’s third-grader son. Hambone did not have to let the cameras roll, but he wanted this one to be recorded. He had on one of the inexpensive party store masks and full length white tattoo-covering sleeves on his arms.
Hambone started the roleplay, “Do you know why I checked you outta school today, Clover?”
“No, sir. I don’t,” replied the big booty boi.
“I checked you out because I wanted to ask you some questions while yo’ momma and brother and sister not home.”
“Okay.”
“Can you tell me why I seen you sneaking out of your sister’s room?”
“I was just looking around.”
“Really? Then why were you holding a doll when I looked inside?”
“Uhhhh…”
“Don’t lie, Clover!”
“I like to play with them.”
“Boys don’t play with dolls. Why were you wearing that T-shirt on your head last night?”
“Uhhhh…”
“You bet not lie, boi!”
“I was pretending like I had long hair.”
“Why did you need to have long hair?”
“I was pretending that I was singing in a concert.”
“Who were you at the concert?”
“I was Livvie Maddox,” Clover said referring to p*****n focused TV channel show.
“Boys don’t pretend to be girls.”
“Sorry, Mr. Johnson.”
“Last question. Why were you waiting by the bathroom door when I got out da shower the other night?”
“I was just playing make believe in the hallway.”
“I told you not to lie. Tell the truth.”
“I was trying to see you in the shower.”
“Why is that?”
“I don’t know. I just like looking at you, Mr. Johnson. I guess boys don’t do that either.”
“No, they don’t But, it’s okay.”
“Really?”
Mr. Johnson said, “I think I understand what’s happenin’. You ain’t no boy. You is a sissy. And, it’s my job to train you.”
“Are you sure, Mr. Johnson,” inquired Clover.
“Of course, I am. I’m a big grown man. And you only in third grade.”
“Yes, Mr. Johnson.”
“Call me ‘Pops’. Come over here.”
“Yes, Pops!”
“See you got on these li’l shorts and your li’l boi booty is hangin’ out. That’s how sissies wear they clothes.”
“Oh…”
“Yeah! And you switch like a girl when you walk. Bend ovah my knees because a grown man is supposed to spank a li’l sissy.”
Clover bent over. Hambone smacked the big ass. He jiggled the cheeks with his large hands.
Pops said, “I also know you is a sissy cuz you make this grow.” He pulled out his nine-inch dick. “Do you know what this is?”
Clover was thrilled to answer, “It’s you pee-pee!”
“No! Sissies like you got a pee-pee. I’m a grown man. This is a dick. It’s for sissies to lick and take up their booties.”
“Oh, okay. Should I lick it.”
“Yeah, sissy!”
Clover began to lick the shaft. He moved to head and paid it special attention. He worked his mouth up and down the pole. Hambone was groaning. Clover enjoyed the saltiness and mustiness of the older man.
“Good sissy,” commented Pops.
“Thank you,” said Clover.
“It’s time to bend over so I can train you some more.”
“Alright.”
“Before you bend over, open this and sniff it. It’ll make it easier.”
Clover hit the poppers and got on the fuck bench. He shook his juicy ass.
Hambone walked behind the sissy and pushed inside.
“Oh, sissy! That some tight young boipussy,” Pops delighted.
“Am I doing it the right way,” checked Clover.
“Yeah, li’l sissy. All’s you gotta do is wiggle dat booty.”
“Yay! I can do that!”
Clover shook his donkey butt. Hambone hammered away.
“See, sissy,” Pops started. “Yo li’l young ass is takin’ a big grown O.G. dick!”
“That big grown man dick feels good in my boipussy,” shrieked Clover.
Hambone went hard on the femboi. He unloaded a big nut on the ass cheeks after a thorough pounding.
Whiz knew Joey was going to love this session. It anticipated the amount of views, purchases, and comments it would garner.
A newbie, who was a referral from one of Premium Members, paid for his first session. He selected Armani, one of the newest additions to the stable. The man was a twenty-seven-year-old gangster called Klamp. He had a rap sheet as long as his arm. He was the quintessential definition of a thug. He stood six-feet tall and had a slender, athletic build. He just got out of the state penitentiary five months prior. In the joint, the brown-skinned nigga was fucking a cute little Latin punk with hair that was all the way down his back. Since he had been out, he was dicking down his girlfriend. Girl pussy was old to him now, so he took his homeboy’s advice and hit up the good folks at Man Cave V.I.P. Lounge.
Armani was waiting in his suite. He was only four-feet-nine-inches tall – a veritable midget. He had light skin. He waist clocked in at 25-inches and his ass was 36-inches. His high cheek bones and arched eyebrows made him look just like a chick. Niggas loved using his midget sissy ass.
Klamp paid cash for his 15-minute session and walked to Suite 5. Armani let him. Klamp pulled out his dick and Armani went to work.
“Got damn, faggit! You ain’t even gotta bend down to suck my dick,” Klamp was mesmerized.
“No, daddy,” purred Armani.
“Damn! You got a phat ass too,” he remarked massaging both cheeks with his hands. “How you like dat dick?”
“It tastes good!”
“Dat mouf feel good! Yo’ midget ass look good as hell wit’ dis big fake booty. You built jus’ da way a nigga like!”
“Thank you, daddy!”
“You ready for this thug nigga dick, faggit?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Git on dat fuck bench!”
Armani mounted the apparatus. Klamp moved behind the big booty midget and shoved his ten-and-a-half-inch dick in Armani’s tight hole. The tiny sissy yelped.
“Oh my god! You’re all in my guts with that big Black monster dick,” wailed Armani.
The six-foot-two, one-hundred-ninety-pound brotha remarked, “Shit yeah, faggit! You got some tight ass! “
“Fuck me, daddy!”
“Oh, yeah! Shit! You like mah big thug dick plowin’ dat tiny l’il faggit boipussy?”
“Yes, sir!”
“Damn right, bitch! You got some good booty,” Klamp yelled out as he smacked Armani’s fleshy butt cheeks.
“Oh, god! Yassss! Fuck me, nigga!”
“Hell yeah! I love big booty redbone bois. You a bad bitch!”
Klamp was pounding with all his might. His low hanging balls were slapping the pussyboi’s taint. His long rod was stimulating the sissy’s prostate.
Armani was moaning uncontrollably. Suddenly, he shrieked, “I’m cumming!” His anus contracted with several quick repetitions as he short limp cocklet dripped out nut.
The sensation of the contractions sped up the time it would have taken Klamp to skeet. He pulled out and shot it on the phat booty.
Klamp washed up and said, “I’ma record wit’ you tomorrow if possible. I enjoyed dat ass!”
Joey was downstairs working the front of the house in the jazz lounge. He was piloting a tapas menu. He had contracted with the local technical college’s culinary arts program director to have a few students create a small plates menu and test it out over four nights.
The future chefs and restaurateurs had developed the following offerings:
1. Potato and Mozzarella Croquettes – light and cheesy mashed potatoes breaded and fried twice.
2. Lamb Meatballs with Mint – tender, succulent ground lamb cooked traditionally in Basque-style
3. Red Wine Poached Chorizo – smoky Spanish sausage and garlic cooked in red wine
4. Sherry-Glazed Riblets – tender, meaty riblets rubbed with smoked paprika and other spices
5. Crispy Wonton Pea & Ricotta Ravioli – sweet peas, creamy Ricotta cheese, sweet & sour sauce
The most popular item after two nights was the riblet dish. It was followed closely by the lamb meatballs. The potato croquettes were a possible hit. But the fried wontons were floundering. He was seriously contemplating adding tapas to the weekends in the Jazz Lounge now. He spotted Superior Court Judge Hayden G. Bell and his wife, Patricia Wright Bell. He went to greet his first cousin once-removed and her husband. He personally showed them to a great table and had them situated with a two glasses of the house red wine and an order of the riblets and potato croquettes – all of this was on the house.
Mama Rio was busy with the slew of appointments and last minute requests. He had suggested when the next two bois were ready to work, that they always keep two sissies on reserve each night for the real-time requests. All other bois for that day would be booked in advanced. Joey liked it. Mama Rio buzzed in Winford Hill.
The thirty-year-old Winford was a dope runner in Phillip Wright’s organization. He was one of the best and he had been recognized with a gift certificate to visit Man Cave V.I.P. Lounge. He chose to mix it and go with the white boi, Blizzard. Winford had a chubby shawty that bought from him. The chunky sissy with moobs usually wanted to fuck and the supplier was always ready for it.
Blizzard was added at the same time as Armani. His waist was 29-inches and his ass was 35-inhes. He had long platinum-blond dyed hair and light brown eyes.
Winford was five-nine, caramel-skinned, and muscular. He went into Blizzard’s suite. The white fag was on the fuck bench just as he requested. Also, there was a ball gag in the punk’s mouth. Winford just wanted to fuck – no head, no conversation. He smacked the juicy, protruding booty. “You like that, dontcha, stupid ass white faggit?” The sissy made a muffled noise. “Yeah! Yo’ bitch ass can’t talk back, white boi! You gon’ learn how tah take dis nigga dick in yo’ white sissy ass!”
Winford pulled out his nine-and-one-quarter-inch, beer-can-thick, dick. He spanked the pretty white fat booty with it. “You done got lost down here in da hood and stuck in da trap house! You gon’ take a whole lotta dick fo’ you can get out.”
Winford stroked his enormous cock and walked around to the other side of the fuck bench. Blizzard was looking at the monstrosity and attempting to protest. “Ain’t no point tryna scream! You bout to git dis big baseball bat dick in yo’ faggit booty hole! Yeah go ‘head an’ cry. I ownt give a shit. I hate white folks, but I love tah fuck big booty white punks!”
“You betta be glad I cain’t punch you,” Winford shared. “I used tah beat the white bitch boi I fucked when I was locked up. He kept coming back fo’ dis nigga dick doe. You cute doe. You kinda look like uh guhl. I’d only beat you If you did some dumb shit. Stop cryin’ guhl. I’ma start gentle.”
Winford went back to booty side of the fuck bench. He spread the rotund ass cheeks apart and spat on the tight pink hole. “I ownt know if it gon’ fit! But I’ma make it. Git ready. Sniff yo’ shit!”
Blizzard took two hits in each nostril of the poppers.
Winford pressed in slowly. The hole was cliched and the thug had to add more spit. He rocked his hips side-to-side. The very tip of the hopped split the pink hole open. Winford had to grind with shortened, meticulous strokes. The head was in. He felt the sissy tense. “Relax, white boi! Sniff dem poppers.” Those hits did the trick as he was able to get a couple of inches inside Blizzard. “Hit ‘em again!” Winford had all but an inch in the booty hole now.
Winford allowed his meaty love stick to sit still in Blizzard love nest. After 90 seconds, he pulled out partially and pushed back in with care. He wanted to enjoy the fuck and knew that if he went to hard at first it would rip the bitch apart. He pumped a little faster and a bit harder. He could smell the fact that Blizzard was inhaling more of the muscle-relaxing concoction. He felt the boipussy open,
Winford began to hammer. “Oh, shit, white boi. That big pretty ass takin’ dat big thick nigga dick! You was built to git fucked, faggit. Take mah dick! Dat fat booty turnin’ red,” Winford chuckled then spanked Blizzard. “You jus’ a stupid li’l white boi sissy fuck doll. Oh, shit! Take dis dick, boi!”
Winford rammed his cock over and over. He felt an urge to release and he deserved it. He shot his babies up Blizzard’s poop shoot. He cleaned up and said nothing as he left.
Mama Rio unlocked Blizzard so he could shower.
Joey thought about the endless possibilities of his TrapHouseFemz.biz endeavor.
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