Pantyboy Honeymoon
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Part one:
"Is that the hunky stallion who just moved into town?" Tommy asked his
aunt, the Fag-Hag about this openly gay, vegan muscle boy from across the
room. Tommy was the Fag-Hag's gay nephew and houseguest. He was visiting
from San Francisco and wanted to date local young men.
"His name is Dale," the Fag-Hag answered. "I know he looks cute, Tommy,
but the gay gym crowd isn't boyfriend material for you." "If you want a
boyfriend - You should dress up like a girl!" This macho-minded, blond-
haired rascal teased Tommy.
"Yea!" His raven-haired buddy from the motorcycle tribe agrees: "Dress up
like his bitch - so everybody else knows Yer a Fag!"
"That's YOUR fantasy about a boyfriend - NOT my nephew's!" The Fag-Hag
speaks loudly enough to accuse.
I was afraid of trouble, not from the adorably faced, little macho tarts,
but their other unruly older buddies in the biker tribe. This time Bruno
and Claire were there. So, Bruno comes up smiling to the Fag-Hag and
says: "Those two pretty ones here do need a boyfriend."
Bruno happened to be smiling towards Donny more, the raven-haired macho
rascal from the motorcycle riding pack. Donny and his blond-haired buddy
were pretty sweet towards Claire, Bruno's sister.
"Boyfriends??" Donny smiles up to Claire's openly gay, older brother so
amused. You'd almost think there was more love than amusement in the
twinkle of his eyes. "They're both cute enough to have all kinds of
boyfriends, Auntie," Tommy muses to the Fag-Hag.
"Put on a dress - Tommy!" the blond-haired youth beaks off again. "Let's
ride Donny," he suggests to his motorcycle posse buddy. "There has to be
a better party for us tonight than here. One without so many harsh FAGs!"
Later on, the next morning:
Of course, the Fag-Hag resented it. When these two pretty-faced, little
macho punks invited their hard-boiled, drinking buddies inside her
favourite new-age parties. She resented the blond-haired rascal more,
when he and his little friend scolded her youngest nephew, Tommy.
This seventeen year old houseguest of hers who happened to be openly gay,
if he wanted to find a boyfriend in this town - he should dress up more
like a girl! That's what those silly teen-age punks advised.
Those two macho tarts needed to dress up more like girls, the Fag-Hag
decided. Acquiring a fetish to wear female footwear, for example; a silly
little habit like that could easily cripple their male pride.
It was about time for their male pride to be sapped. And wearing
something on the inside that says 'girl' just might do it.
Some girly item that rubs constantly against the skin and sensitive, male
genitals would be ideal. They'd be thinking more about a boyfriend then.
The Fag-Hag's lovely male rascals were about to become panty boys!
Accomplished in the occult arts, the Fag-Hag had all sorts of cruel
tricks to unleash on troublesome young males. A sexual polarity spell
works sometimes, any basic understudy of the goddess could do it. Like
Claire, the Fag-Hag's understudy in this coven of frustrated suburban
witches.
The pretty faced little macho rascals were putting a lot of effort into
charming Claire these days, the Fag-Hag noticed. The raven-haired rascal
hadn't a clue, that Claire's openly gay, older brother was putting a lot
of effort into - seducing him!
Bruno was a rather handsome young man, working out at the gym regularly
with his vegan pals. Robust male bucks with the most stylish of haircuts,
the well-toned muscles, and the richest of tans.
Like Bruno, the vegan muscle boys were openly gay. When Bruno agreed with
the Fag-Hag, that the two homophobic, little macho teen-age bucks needed
boyfriends; Donny was smiling to agree with the faggot in jaded mirth.
Yea, they both needed boyfriends, but a young man doesn't acquire a taste
for loving cock overnight. That takes time, and the little blond-haired
rascal might have to be forced into doing it.
Make his transition to delightful womanhood, the Fag-Hag resolved to
become his agent for change. She was also determined to frighten them
both to death, if necessary. Employ some magnificent gay, buff cover hunk
to do the righteous spankings, even.
She knew of one posse of well-endowed, young faggots - some angry enough
to do it. Those not exactly pleased by the two biker boys and their
homophobic antics, the pretty macho pair and their motorcycle-riding
cohorts. But beating up on the pretty boys wasn't the Fag-Hag's style.
She wanted to deliver them a boyfriend, not a beating. For certain unruly
eighteen and seventeen year old males, with slight build and adorable
faces, they were prime material for becoming a 'she'.
With a little push from a strong and determined romantic mentor; a
sexually interesting but dominant lover - to propel them on their journey
to not being very male anymore.
It was for their own good, the Fag-Hag decided. Their new boyfriend
should be strong enough - to enforce their strict, girly dress code; but
also be sexually interesting. Someone sexually potent enough to charm
their lovely hearts away - from all their bad habits and worse
companions.
They were troubled young males, with addiction and sexual identity
issues. Poor pretty youths in need of romantic rescue, and the Fag-Hag
resolved to help. All she needed was a plan, a clever way for her to do
it.
Several months later
Last night was the most total mind-fuck, much worse than the physical
one. He'd started out the night expecting a little trouble (maybe) with
the openly gay, vegan muscle boys. He ended up being screwed in the
behind by another guy, stripped of his entire male persona, then left
crying like a girl wearing nylons and panties.
Besides that, he'd picked out his very first boyfriend too. A handsome
and strong, nineteen year old male buck, the one he'd actually chosen. It
was either that or.................
His troubles began a few months ago, while helping this foxy brunette,
Claire move into an apartment. This girl from the occult bookstore that
he wanted to become closer to, while moving some boxes in her bedroom, he
foolishly sniffed Claire's pantyhose.
It was a kinky male impulse for him to act on, and it happened during a
weak, private moment. A not so private moment it seems, because the
dirty act was captured on camera. When Bruno, Claire's openly gay, older
brother happens in to film and see it.
"You want to get into my sister's panties!" Bruno accused, then ordered:
"So, PUT 'EM ON!" This becoming annoyed, solid muscular enforcer making
it clear, what would happen if he were refused:
Bruno threatened to reveal his photos to certain, macho others, a few
drinking buddies of his, perhaps. It was also understood that a righteous
ass-kicking was also included.
This smaller, blond-haired male knew his goose was cooked. A youth
probably afraid of bruises on his pretty face, besides. So, he
surrendered to Bruno by putting on pantyhose for the very first time.
Bruno began taking more pictures of this lovely, teen-age rascal; And
always while wearing nylons underneath his macho, black leather jeans;
too often the lover-boy sporting his excited male erection too. With
more and more photos, Bruno became the very much in control one.
Sometimes, he'd phone ahead for his obedient, blond-haired panty wearing
boy to meet him. Soon it became a ritual for them, whenever their paths
were sure to cross. Soon, the two of them would call it 'panty check'.
There could be a party, perhaps. And this little macho rascal could be
drinking with his leather-clad, motorcycle riding buddies, for instance.
Then, the little macho biker youth would peel away from the rest of his
pals, wearing black leather jeans like the rest of the pack.
Going into the bathroom with Bruno, his handsome strong-arm enforcer -to
make sure his strict (secret girly) dress code was obeyed. "You like me,
doncha?" Bruno would cheerfully accuse. During 'panty check', when his
obedient, secret cross-dresser again sported this excited male erection.
After seeing it, Bruno would reward this lovely panty boy with a kiss. A
pretty faced party boy who'd kissed girls a few times - but nothing
compared to being kissed by Bruno, which was awesome!
Last night, he was making out during 'panty check' far too naughty. With
roaming hands feeling up Bruno's solid male erection while also kissing
him, it seemed so wickedly long and exciting to this panty wearing rascal
only wanting more.
"Let's go to another party," he heard Bruno suggest. "You can sleep with
a boyfriend all night there."
The party destination made him feel uneasy. It was this mansion in the
far suburbs, a gym and a clubhouse for this posse of robust, openly gay
young men. Bruno seemed determined to show them off as a date. A few
lovely kisses and it was all decided; they'd only visit awhile and see
what happens.
"I'll bet a few other boys there would love to meet you," Bruno mused. "A
hunky and cute gym jock could be a boyfriend for you now."
"Yea, right," this blond-haired tart says sceptical, but still feeling up
Bruno's thighs in the dark and moving car.
"Ballet School Muscle Boys!" This macho rascal beaked off to them once,
but that was before. As this spirited young male having too many beers,
and calling out this assembly of faggots for a real gang fight. He had
the beefy, bearded older members in the motorcycle posse to provide
backup then.
"Just an apology if need be, okay?" Bruno purrs along the way. "I won't
say a word about it if nobody else does. You're with me now, okay?"
When he first entered the clubhouse, the little blond-haired tart was
still filled with some confidence and male bravado. The solid muscle fags
would just have to accept it. The fact that he wasn't in the biker gang
anymore; He'd apologize if need be, but if the muscular young fags still
resented his ass- then he'd have to fight them. Even if there were to be
trouble, Bruno would be able to handle it.
The gay muscle crew accepted Bruno as one of their own; A handsome young
stallion who worked out at that gym sometimes. Bruno should have been
able to handle it, but that was not to be.
Because once they made it past the gym door, Bruno wickedly turns around
to trick his secret panty wearing ass. With strong and determined hands -
suddenly pulling down this lover boy's sweatpants! Outing this shaken,
formerly macho tart as some secret, girly cross-dresser.
"You're a bastard - Bruno!" Was his angry male response to the fierce
betrayal. And now the strong-arm, openly gay muscle boys are gathering
pretty close. Mostly clad in gym shorts and flexing their sculpted
muscles nearer, murmuring to each other with smirks and laughs.
Seeing this red faced male buck wearing dark pantyhose with his pants far
too down. "He made me do it!" this pretty checkmated blond-haired rascal
exclaims to the gym posse.
Pointing to Bruno with the blush of silly and shame to add, "He took
pictures, you know?" Then, some witty gym jock suggests they take some
more. Pictures, he meant, they all laugh.
Some of the amused, gay gym posse appear to sport bulges inside their
shorts, that's when this humbled, teen-age rascal decides to pull up his
pants.
While he was covering up pantyhose under the glare of mean, beady eyes,
others recall that the secret panty boy beaked off to them once before.
It was about the same time the surrounded male rascal spies this leggy,
dark-haired girl moving in the back of the gym.
"Take off your pants and wear a dress!" this towering muscular jock
orders. "Spank his ass!" this teen-age girl loudly urges. She had an
almost familiar voice.
By now, the towering mass of excited muscle jocks, begin pushing the
frightened panty wearing youth around. As this beefy warrior in the gay
gym rat circle holds up this dress very close, it was a black leather
miniskirt.
"Yea, tough guy - time to suck, fuck or fight!" somebody in the muscle
gang roars. "Spank his ass first!" the excited girl yells again. She was
wearing dark nylon pantyhose like his, but had this short, pleated yellow
skirt, the kind a cheerleader might wear.
Maybe she was related to one of the gay gym warriors, he wondered. But
only for a moment, because this frightened youth decides to run away on
this desperate impulse. Only to be shoved, blocked and kicked down to the
floor; He was still crawling on hands and knees before it was truly over.
"Spank his ass!" this raven-haired girl yells excitedly again. "You
spanked me!" And then it suddenly dawns on him, that cheerleader girl was
no girl at all. 'She' was Donny, his former macho buddy inside the
motorcycle tribe.
"Put on the dress." This towering overhead, muscular gym enforcer laughs
to advise. "You'll never make it here as a man." Another strong arm mob
deputy pulls the cornered, blond-haired tart up off the floor.
An easy capture, being pulled up like a barbell in a clenched fist -by
the panty waistband, actually. "And don't be choosing my boyfriend!"
Donny scolds. Speaking soprano voiced, with manicured hands wrapping
around Bruno's neck to deliver a kiss.
And that took the fight completely out of him. It was game over for this
shell-shocked, little blond-haired tart. Seeing a former macho buddy from
the motorcycle pack turning out so femme, frazzled and insecure.
It was a chilling omen of his own, girly future, but he put on the skirt.
Soon, this pretty faced, little male youth was standing around in the gay
gym stunned by it all.
Watching while jubilant, muscular faggots are dancing around his skirted
ass. Giving it more than a good feel, while Donny appears to be enjoying
the show more than a so-called buddy should.
As this leggy femme now exchanging hugs and kisses with Bruno, and some
of the other, handsome young brutes. Bruno (The Bastard!) probably first
nailed Donny's {Donna's?} cherry tight ass months ago. That raven-haired
girly rascal must have been introduced to a lot of healthy, young male
cock in this place since then.
This ambushed little blond-haired tart, strapping on girly sandals for
the first time and watching that evil couple leave. Bruno (the Bastard!)
and Donna boy, the house bitch; leaving the scene as a couple, while this
strong-arm, girly make-over was going on.
Soon it was off with the rest of his male clothing, and on with 'her' new
girly style. A more leggy in nylons kind of fashion statement, a make-
over sponsored by the robust, young faggots who wanted to nail his ass.
They also decided the newly skirted one needed to make a choice: "You're
too weak to make it inside here as a man." This cabal of openly gay,
handsome young stallions reasoned together. "And Bruno is already hooked
up - So pick out your first boyfriend, NOW!"
This radical blond-haired femme was standing on much higher heels and
pouting silly towards the healthy and openly gay, gym posse for once.
Smiling politely but confused by this parade of well-hung male suitors.
It was so difficult to make a choice, and relationships are so complex.
Everything was happening far too quickly - but one shake from a gym
warrior's fist was more than enough. To push that undecided, little
blond-haired tart into becoming somebody's girl!
After the show of fists, 'she' was picking out her very first boyfriend
quicker than you can say 'oral sex'! Choosing this rather well-endowed,
muscular young stallion with short brown hair, he was almost the image of
a Greek God.
This smiling athletic jock that happened to handsome, strong and gay.
This nineteen year old beefy gym warrior who was smirking to his muscle
buddies now as the elected one, as his made over girlfriend was lashing
up 'her' baby blues.
Those two actually met before, as polar opposites inside the Fag-Hag's
beloved, new-age party scene. You know what they say about opposites,
right? Opposites attract. Just like Bruno and the other, pretty-faced
little macho tart, Donny.
Unruly male rascals who used to wear cute leather pants when they was out
hanging with the motorcycle posse. Pretty faced little rascals having no
idea, their tight leather buns were shaking even then to attract a
boyfriend.
Lucky for them the Fag-Hag was able to conjure up the wickedly dominant,
but necessary same-sex suitors. Like this smiling and handsome, muscular
gay gym jock, making this beckoning gesture towards the newly skirted
femme, this hopeful blond-haired submissive who'd already chosen him.
His confident bending finger to his Goldilocks femme perched on much
higher heels, who wobbles a little at first in order to reach him. But
shapely nylon legs soon start moving more gracefully with each girly
step, until blondie in sandals finally accepts his hand.
His name was Dale, this handsome and smiling gay gym jock. Quite the
potent, boyfriend image in the blond-haired rascal's fantasy mind. The
romantic saviour 'she' needed to be nice to.
The Fag-Hag felt pretty sure those two would hit it off. An ancient
witchy-on-steroids lady, checking out their respective, astrology charts
and other occult mumbo-jumbo to make sure; that her new-age match-making
would take proper root.
And the ambushed teen-age tart in the nylons and sandals begins
fluttering his eyebrows, smiling a little more in the sexy leather skirt
as the designated boyfriend begins to make flirty chat.
This sexually curious teen-age rascal, starting off on a new foot with
the handsome, 'Ballet School' muscle faggots this time. A more animated
blond-haired tart, knowing quite well 'she' was coming out wearing this
miniskirt, with leggy nylons and heels.
Until now, the posse of openly gay muscle boys had only seen his naughty
ass wearing biker jeans. A pretty-faced girly rascal, offering no
resistance while the solid ramrod lover squeezes his leather skirted
behind.
Becoming properly introduced to 'her' new-age peer group of mostly
handsome, openly gay muscle jocks. This made-over Goldilocks femme,
checking out all those well-hung, young male bullies while in romantic
custody; Fluttering his eyebrows and smacking perky lips, towards the
available, openly gay muscle warriors for once.
A curiously jaded lover boy, understanding most of those virile, teen-age
muscle faggots really lusted to nail his girly ass. And that radical
prospect was beginning to excite him.
A high-heeled leggy rascal in nylons and sandals, feeling a lot more
comfortable in the boyfriend's sexual orbit, the musical tap of girly
heels meant both were already walking hand in hand in order to get away.
For more intimate bonding tonight in this secluded inner bedroom, the
Fag-Hag reserved that passion pit to suit their sexual needs. You didn't
need a fortune teller in this town to know what they were going to do!
The End
Vicky
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