Knob Polisher
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This is only a story, okay? Nobody here is in favour of having sex with
underage people and most cross-dressers probably aren't gay. It goes
without saying that most 'fag-hags' aren't evil either. Ladies that
enjoy the company of gay men seem to be nice people and some may even
resent the term of endearment.
And it's never been my intention to slander the Vegan lifestyle, Wicca,
Druids, the rest of the occult and all the other great religions of the
world. This is just a story, okay? It is merely the product of a
terribly twisted mind - so enjoy!
"Needs a 'knob polisher" Part Two
By Quizzer
What happened so far...
Scorpio lover-boy was an outspoken eighteen-year-old male buck who
enjoyed drinking beer with the guys and lusting after the girls, his
party cohorts were the motorcycle thugs who sold dope in this town.
Yet, this brash and sassy blond-haired youth had taken to the confident
gay stallion's erotic and forbidden charms.
Their wickedly intense gay love tryst didn't stay pent up in the closet
either. It seemed only natural when the stronger, most demanding ramrod
lover emerged naturally on top. With his golden wide, hard-rock chest,
rippling male muscles and well defined body; the happy warrior gay
stallion easily became the in control and dominant new-age lover, a
partner his closet submissive, wickedly ravished blondie boy secretly
craved.
It didn't take long before Stallion Freddy and his closest occult
friend, the Fag-Hag, brought this latest romantic victim to heel, high
heel sandals, that is. Freddy's totally subdued, bottom loving
boyfriend couldn't even recover his heart - that ultra-dominant sexual
partner moved in like a gay storm trooper to take command.
Blondie boy's gorgeous muscular, buff cover hunk demanded sex
constantly in their whirlwind karma of orgy and courtship. All those
confusing fierce jungle emotions began kicking in during Freddy's
creamy deep ramrod penetrations. It was Scorpio boyfriend's exotic
introduction to romantic connections and couple hood, just as his
lonely and submissive teen-age heart craved.
There had to be competition, of course. Other more desirable male bucks
wanted to attract and satisfy his beloved Stallion Freddy, his wickedly
confident and accomplished new-age lover. Those Vegan predator
boyfriends looking at him with love in their jaded dreamy eyes. They
were those terrible young predators already inside his romantic social
circle, wanting to fondle Freddy's cock and hard-bodied warrior torso.
Sexual rivals from another romantic reality - threatening the only real
karmic lover he'd ever know.
It didn't take long at all for blondie boy's naughty ass romance to
evolve into complex role-playing. One night the Fag-Hag brought over
silky dark panties from Victoria's Secret. Her choice of pink spandex
shorts merely added to the mystery. That was the night Stallion Freddy
ruled so hard - forcing that spanked and obedient gay cock teaser to
wear skimpy female clothing.
A master/lover who easily made his point in wickedly fierce sexual
penetration - he began by turning one silly cute-ass submissive
boyfriend into his 'girl'. Stallion Freddy's aggressive gay/warrior
sperm totally cemented them into a serious and genuine romantic
relationship. Scorpio blondie got his first introduction into spandex
and sensual adventure, sweet submission to his most dominant romantic
partner in panty hose and climax.
Their fierce sexual gymnastics continued for several more days, then
the hard-bodied demanding gay stallion told his silky obedient
girly/boyfriend they'd be attending this new-age social event that very
evening. It wasn't a request.
Later that night the party boy returns to the scene, under new romantic
custody:
"Get out there and create a gay dating scene that makes you happy."
Stallion Freddy had to advise and scold. All because his closest Vegan
cohort, Dale Flint lament about the local gay dating scene. Freddy's
always does that, getting on his proverbial soapbox and cruising for an
argument, making his opinions known.
I hate it when he does that, but guess how we ended up sexually
together? I used to be your average eighteen-year-old guy who worked in
an auto body shop, partied with the guys and lusted after the girls -
but that was before. I first decided to get into astrology, and this
occult bookstore because it was a perfect method for me to meet (and
seduce) available young women. I couldn't believe how often this thin,
but otherwise ordinary male buck was getting laid by the ladies after
venturing in this wonderful new occult world of sexual adventure.
How was I to know that those spirited arguments I had with this
arrogant but handsome occult gay stallion would lead to something wild?
Fred Majowski, alias Stallion Freddy, lectured at our favourite occult
bookstore, you see.
I really enjoyed the parties our occult bookstore sponsored, this
Scorpio dude was getting his share of the action by charming all those
ditzy hot babes I met earlier from astrology class. We certainly were
polar opposites, I liked the foxy girls and Freddy had to dominate his
legion of silly-ass legal-age boyfriends. I enjoyed getting high and
that harsh gay vegetarian despised the use of drugs and alcohol.
You know what they say about opposites, opposites attract. I had no
idea another, very different kind of sexual partner would conquer my
jaded romantic heart. At first I was repelled and amazed seeing them,
all those out-of the closet gay freaks I met during those occult
bookstore sponsored gatherings.
Latent homophobia, the Fag-Hag had to remind me. According to her,
university studies have shown that homophobia - even in small doses,
neatly corresponds to homosexual urges. I dunno, but I never fell in
love with anybody like Stallion Freddy before.
Now this blond-haired Scorpio party boy was another one of THEM, that
totally gay posse of trans-sexuals and cross-dressers. Rather devoted
lover-boys flirting femme in the orbit of that mystical and arrogant
gay stallion we called Freddy.
"You know what, Dale?" Our Freddy bear had to argue again while us
pretty ass boyfriends loitered meekly near-by. "You tell me you don't
like other gay guys much. You say you don't really like the gay dating
scene."
Most of Freddy's devoted posse boys were in excellent shape, not in
macho, athletic terms, but looking like male models in an underwear
catalogue or something. Cabana boys, mostly thin guys like me with
smooth skin and just slightly on the muscular side. Freddy and the
'Fag-Hag' enjoyed making them over to look androgynous and pretty.
Our solid muscled master/lover stated that his pal, Dale suffered under
two illusions: That there was merely one gay dating scene, and that all
gay people are supposed to like other gay people in some sort of fuzzy
brotherhood.
"Wrong...wrong...All Wrong!" Freddy had to add for emphasis. I blinked
my baby blue eyes at Freddy in flirty romantic agreement. A flirty
smile of agreement too, my long lashes flexing too feline sweet because
my forbidden lover was so wise about such things.
Freddy knew about stuff, like my bedroom tiger had a gift. He usually
held a real edge over just about anybody else. When he spoke about all
kinds of things, others listened. He always sounded true too - even
when I used to tease and heckle him in naughty-ass secret flirt.
"Those two have been an item for over a week now - ever since that last
lunar eclipse party at the occult bookstore." The Fag-Hag confided
about us to Freddy's (now our) new-age Vegan friends. "They're getting
pretty serious about their mating rituals too. It didn't take a lot of
dates."
"I once asked this cute-ass macho, little party boy out on a date once.
But was turned down flat!" Freddy actually scolded me for it while
looking so butch and cute. I tried to remember ever turning down Freddy
for a date while looking upon an angry tide of rival boyfriend stares.
Freddy was actually smiling about it!
A smile right back and we were smiling at each other; he wore this
smooth confidence while fondling my tight ass shorts from behind. My
heart was beating hard again, enjoying Stallion Freddy's killer biceps
holding me sweetly tight.
"What do you know about the gay dating scene?" Freddy scolded me
patiently annoyed. "Sit down besides us here and tell us where Dale can
meet that very special boyfriend." I had little choice but to obey him,
becoming dizzy with feline sexual excitement. All the other competitive
boyfriends around me had to notice.
Freddy actually singled me out from the rest of the pack, probably
because my accomplished demon/lover needed to see my buns wiggling
sleek and sexy in skin-tight spandex shorts. A hot combination of cute-
ass gay dude and slutty looking straight woman, that firm-ass female
exercise outfit really showed off my very best features, and Freddy
liked the look too.
I had dizzy feelings of romantic excitement, a smug tingle of being
chosen out from the pack and meekly wanting to obey him. So, I composed
myself, trying not to gloat or smile too much in triumph. Amid Stallion
Freddy's inside circle, we all hoped for the sparkle of his approving
smile, the sound of his voice and that light touch of his arrogant but
determined warrior hands as praise.
Of course, Freddy's posse of ultra-competitive boyfriends had to
notice. My lashing blue eyes and blond ponytail looking down properly
demure as his jaded posse of boyfriends watched. Cross-dressed in this
wickedly tight female exercise outfit. My silly mind kept on trying to
remember what the Fag-Hag said, something about me needing to get along
with all of Freddy's friends - because otherwise he'll be deciding who
he really needs to spend time with - them or me.
Freddy crooked his finger to beckon me closer, saying: "You winked to
me and my friend Dale, it was almost as if you knew something." He
accused me cheerfully before ordering..."Sit down besides us here and
tell Dale what he needs to know about the gay dating scene... Do it
now!"
"I just want to know where I can find another one like you, hunny."
Dale enthused while admiring my spandex tight shorts from behind. An
accomplished master/lover like Freddy deserves to be seen with a
boyfriend who tries to look pretty for him. I wanted to be seen with
Freddy everywhere, even if as a status symbol.
"!!SLAP!!! !!SLAP!!! Freddy rapidly moves in to paddle my pink spandex
shorts wickedly mean from behind. " I told you to sit down - You flame
out slut!!" My most awesome but arrogant butch lover ever scolded with
authority... !!SLAP!!!SLAP!!!...
I tried to smile sheepishly to Freddy's pals while gingerly setting my
abused butt down as instructed. After all, both solid muscular gay
hunks like Stallion Freddy and Dale could inflict great personal injury
on me even if...
My incredible forbidden lover had the physical body and diabolical
power to crush any real challenger. It wasn't easy playing cute and
silly with that strong-arm gay stallion during romantic foreplay either
- my Freddy always enjoyed paddling my cheeky tight girly butt - if
only to 'jump-start' our sexual gymnastics!
"This one here is Irene's latest find, my 'Goldilocks' with the fine
tush." My Freddy Bear mused loudly enough so others could hear. Those
wonderful warrior lips only a stolen kiss away from mine, his voice
sounding comforting and sensual. "This perky little femme actually had
the balls to call Irene a 'fag-hag' once - just because he was bad!
Isn't that cute?"
"Everybody calls poor Irene the 'Fag-Hag' now, " Stallion Freddy toyed
with my ear lobes now, fondling another piece of romantic jewellery to
add to my treasure. Zodiac earrings, the swimming fishes symbol of
Pisces dangling from this Scorpio boy's newly pierced ears. Pisces is
Freddy's birth sign, of course. Irene says it means that my ears are in
tune with his voice and that's really cool.
"Poor boy." Freddy mused again. "Irene never really objected to being
called a 'Fag-Hag', to her it was a badge of honour. Little macho
blondie boy got rewarded after that stunt; he got chosen to be her
'debutante'. Just the Fag-Hag's latest discovery among those drunken
stupid party boys who decided to invade our new-age social scene..."
"The occult bookstore." Dale surmised, seeing my dazzled blue eyes
lashing up cute to Freddy, me thinking about our special enchanted
meeting place. "That astrology bookstore you work out of must be a
regular hotbed of gay seduction!" Dale decided.
"Not really." Freddy shrugged while idly fondling my new golden
bangles. His gift of jewellery again made a quite wonderful statement,
our ever-blossoming sexual alliance. This giddy teen-age tart was
actually showing off romantic treasure as Freddy began to spin it
around. Chic golden bangles in the hands of such an accomplished
forbidden lover, my chic golden jewellery glistening for show upon off
thin soft wrists.
"Some boys at the occult bookstore try acting hetero-macho coy on me at
first." Stallion Freddy explained with jaded humour, his arrogant
warmth still holding my manicured femme hands in his aura of sexual
prowess. "Most of the time me and Irene end up rescuing those
frustrated gay sluts out of their little closet!"
"Tsk..." I pursed glossy feline painted lips into pout, golden bangles
and manicured hands moving away from caressing Freddy's knobby hard
warrior lap in response to cruel tease.
"Getting stoned stupid with the macho boyz didn't cut it anymore,
right?" This over the edge, Vegan posse boy says loudly enough to
disrespect me. A solid male about 170 pounds or so, another dangerous
rival for my Freddy and most knew it. This jock type with the almost
angelic face and blondish short hair coming out fashionably longer -
now posing like he wanted to do something to me.
Wearing pastel yellow shorts standing up on smooth solid legs, real
male muscles expanding his chest to torment: "Little blond tart just
had to pick up on my boyfriend! My Freddy was the only real man for
your hot-ass joyride, wasn't he? How many times did you have to wiggle
that horny slut tail in order to trick him?"
"This one is a tricker??" Stallion Freddy enthused while my stroking my
sleeky femme nylon thighs a bit too wickedly confident. "My happiest
ram-rod jockey?" An electric current of pleasure still lingered inside
until he arrogantly added: "This cross-dressing cowgirl enjoys being
the champion rodeo-riding bitch. She can ride my creamy love pole at
full gallop all night!
Dale and Freddy chuckled during coarse gossip while I shuddered again
in curious arousal. All those wickedly gay comments about our love
life, hearing this masterful lover using female terms while petting my
top-knotted blond, ponytail hair like an adorable puppy. My glossy pink
exercise outfit must have provided great eye-candy for Freddy and his
new-age entourage.
"Don't you believe those two make a pretty pair?" The Fag-Hag
positively cackled in comment to someone behind us. "I never approved
of that Barbie-boy rascal at first - then I noticed that impudent young
tart and my Freddy shared this powerful sexual chemistry. So, I did my
usual magic to make them a matched set, n'est ce pas?"
"That narcissist from the astrology bookstore looks like some cartoon
character, I can see. We'll call him self-centered little Astro-Barbie.
That pony-tail tart wants to keep my Freddy for his own private love
tool - and it's all according to his moon and stars!" The kid was
standing up, flexing his arms and chest while glaring me down.
A solid youth about 17 years old with muddy brown hair in long styled
cornrow braids. He had on really tight red shorts like mine except mine
were glossy pink, standing tall and sassy. Another Vegan gym rat joins
up to torment me, one with the shorter blond hair. Dude looked as if he
stepped out of a male underwear catalogue.
A dangerous suitor showing off his golden wide chest to show he worked
out, another over the edge challenger to consider in this highly
competitive alternated sexual universe. My face begins in flush red in
reply. Under stress from worrying about softly defined make-up and
trying to remain calm; My idle thinking about Freddy's posse, robust
male bucks with stormy minds in emotional turmoil.
Probably wanting to whip my pretty ass raw - thinking of ways to hurt
me. Wondering in anguish: "What's my Freddy doing with that blond-ass
tranny slut? Little gay bitch!!! But those glaring jealous eyes of rage
were making me smug and satisfied too.
Seeing jaded suitors, rivals with hard desirable bodies - losing out
because of my romantic karma. "You have the magic touch, my friend."
Dale comments to Freddy as they notice rival boyfriends facing off. We
laughed when Dale suggested those Vegan posse boyz must be feeling
under the gun. It seems another - more radical (femme) new-age suitor
has emerged, a most feared blonde-faced sexual challenger.
"This sweet-ass cutie is a bit nicer to look at than your usual stable
of gay gym rats." Dale noted. "Nice touch." I smiled fondly at Freddy's
pal because he said something nice, something nice to hear amid those
cat-calls coming out to torment me.
Dale is about Freddy's age with a 'Jay Leno' kind of jaw and face, and
was decent looking in an athletic way. Saying to me directly: "Wow,
you're really freaking the Vegan muscle boys out! Those buff young
muscle sluts don't exactly play by the rules and they're a lot bigger
than you..."
"Better suck, fuck or fight!" One jaded wit said from the audience
loudly. It could have been one of my old macho-drinking buddies
mouthing off in the crowd. They didn't like me either.
"My pretty boy isn't allowed to fight." Stallion decides in front of
everyone. His strong confident hands already in touch with my body,
caressing ear lobes and making me shiver with pleasure. Quite the drama
for this queen in the show, the Vegan audience began seeing this
exercise video femme in spandex uniform - making out with Stallion
Freddy naughty-ass proud!
Dark nylon toes in girly sandals kicking up at the ceiling, jubilant
lips all over Freddy in hot-ass bliss. Of course it was mean, letting
all the boys see my bitchy side - but those solid muscle sluts were
beginning to piss me off!
"That's enough." Freddy scolds, pushing giddy femme aggressive lips
away with his own. Powerful warrior hands were moving me off his
knobby-hard lap - his strong-arm control of girly romantic teen-age
antics.
"What's up?" I boldly ask Freddy in front of his crowd, me using
standard guy speak; like a straight male talking teen-age sassy inside
this female exercise outfit. !!!SLAP!! SLAP!!! Stallion Freddy rapidly
steps in, his enraged paddling of my silly spandex ass. Angry hard
slaps dancing off my behind to make his point.
"Grand-standing in front our friends and embarrassing me." Freddy says
evenly as a parent. Then he added: "And you never did wear those high
heel boots like I wanted. I want to see my little 'Puss in Boots' - get
it? !!!SLAP!! !!SLAP!!!
I'm always doing that, acting like a silly goose instead of a proper
consort. 'Straying away from your goddess path.' Irene says a lot to
coach me now. Yea, the woman I once scorned as a 'fag-hag', she's like
a mentor for me these days. It takes up a lot of my time too.
"Emissary for the Goddess." She once explained, that's a high honour
among her Wicca community. Slowly, I'm becoming more acceptable for my
goddess path in this more curvy female form. Becoming closer in
emotional terms to our Wicca Elders as they prepared me.
Drinking herbal potions, dancing outside lighted circles while strange,
hooded women chanted in eerie moonlight. So necessary to do the magic
in my gender-evolving relationship with Stallion Freddy.
"I was about to control your little blonde uprising." The Fag-Hag
remarks acidly to Freddy while coming over to join us. Speaking in
hushed private tones - as if we were managers and pitchers in the
middle of a baseball game, or something.
The Fag-Hag upbraided me patiently annoyed. As Goddess Emissary she
accused me of acting like 'little Miss Hot-pants' Freddy was secretly
butch and naughty at the time, wickedly squeezing my pink ass shorts
from behind again. With bare strap girly sandals flexing to aggressive
furtive petting on the buns, I actually tried to listen as the Fag-Hag
spoke.
She urged me to return to a 'softer tone' because my 'impudent
behaviour' had reached a 'graphic image'. As Goddess Emissary, she
warned me that my gender-evolving karmic relationship with her Freddy
may not 'take root'. I felt heartsick hearing it.
As goddess emissary - or merely as a mundane fag-hag, the lady had to
be my greatest ally. In karmic lifetimes or even just this miserable
one, the lady was an important card for me to play in that never-ending
struggle for a meaningful sexual union.
Freddy told me he was pleased, satisfied that our ultra-physical sexual
relationship had evolved into something wild like boy and girl. I felt
ashamed hearing it, with spandex tight buns so sore from Freddy's kinky
mean strong-arm spankings. All that humiliation in being forced to pose
and obey him, my most arrogant butch demon lover.
Ruggedly handsome in his early Paul Newman, 'Greek God' kind sort of
look; my beloved romantic master had powerful other worldly allies you
wouldn't believe. Born into a prosperous local family, Fred Majowski
found his own wealth through several new-age business ventures.
With mellow voice and commanding, almost mystical persona of authority,
he seemed to enjoy his entourage of fans and groupies. Restless male
muscle tarts out of Freddy's pack, younger hearts on the frazzled edge
now and making comment about me again:
"Astro-Barbie Boy has to be the pinkest flame-out slut I never did
see!" One exclaimed in crude wit. "Pinky tail must think he's getting
the greatest piece of ass ever - by bitch-riding my Freddy's solid gay
horn!"
"If only I could have gotten in on Irene's good side instead of that -
sissy knob gobbler!" Another lamented out loud. "Fucken panty-waist
bitch! This is bullshit man..."
This male model from the ballet school was calling me: "Astrology chart
Barbie boy' and 'Astro-narciss sissy' before walking up closer and
turning his nose up to add: "Everything revolves around the narcissist,
it's all in their own astrology chart. That's you Astro-Barbie boy,
isn't it? The entire universe might revolve around you - but my Freddy
won't! You'll never get away with taking him...NEVER!"
"Using such pungent language," The Fag-Hag interrupted his tirade to
scold. "And in front of Freddy's little princess too." She positively
cackled with a chilling, other than worldly voice of authority. "That
kind of behaviour only make me see you as a problem child."
Freddy's ballet school muscle boy cringed in shame. Irene's fierce glow
of evil-eye stares appeared to put his long braided hair upside down in
the spotlight. The Fag-Hag nodded to me privately as if letting others
know of his submission.
"Astrology-chart Barbie is my Narcissism Queen!" Freddy says to agree,
returning the entire room to jaded mirth at my expense. "All the Solar
System, the moon, sun and stars exist to affect his life. It's called
astrology kids and it's all about him - isn't that just too self-
absorbed girly sweet?"
"Astrology-chart Barbie boy is my Freddy's silliest goose!" The Fag-Hag
mused to lighten up the mood. Just about then my ultra-dominant lover
began probing - pushing strong-arm fingers into my girly ass behind,
his most familiar sexual territory.
"Astro-narcissists really suck! Don't they Freddy?" Was another cat-
call heard from the usual gang of fools but Freddy just had to agree
with them saying: "They suck like champions!" He said meanly with jaded
enthusiasm. "Astrology-chart Barbie boy has the finest lips for kissing
below the belt. She really loves to suck me dry while polishing off the
long hard pole.
She's been calling my creamy mean ramrod 'our magic wand' - Astro-
Barbie loves my hard pole magic!" After Freddy's crude praise the
entire crowd begins laughing amused at my expense - seeing glossy wide
lips smacking at Stallion Freddy in girly pout. Freddy Bear soon began
purring around devilishly confident to make me smile.
It was praise after all; we all lived for the praise. "Thanks for the
reminder..." Freddy remarks to nobody in particular, then he commanded
me to close my eyes and not to move. "Just something for us we really
need." Freddy mused in explanation while his muscular cohort, Dale held
onto my shoulders.
Freddy forced this pliers tool into my submissive mouth as his hands
kept my jaws totally wide and apart. His determined hands in control
again - and this silly lover-boy didn't even think to resist. "Ow...ow!
Ow! Ouch!" I whined as Freddy's aggressive crimping tool pierced -
penetrated my soft, vulnerable tongue with this metallic star-shaped
instrument.
My newly pierced, radical boyfriend tongue was decorated with this
metal stud and silver pin attached to it. "Our 'knob-polisher." Freddy
purred as my ambushed tongue began to ache from piercing tool abuse.
"It makes a matched set with our 'magic wand', don't you think?" He
calmly put away his piercing tool to hand me a mirror.
The end...
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