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Featured Post. The transfer jock 14 -- by Jack Richards. Partyboy 1 By Shadowjack. By Shadowjack Text and art. A shudder went through Darby at those words. Darby dreaded these weekly sessions. During the week his housemates could knock on his door any time they pleased, and he was obliged to stop whatever he was doing and suck their cocks until they spurted into his mouth. That was bad enough, but on Saturdays, when they were all together, they really put him through the ringer! That was as far as he got before Justin pushed his door open and strode in. Justin walked him out into the living room, where Sam and Trent were sprawled on the run-down, blanket-covered flea-traps they called furniture.
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Maybe there is wisdom behind some of the peculiarities. My parents met when my mom was in 8th grade and married when she was I think my sister married fastest and knew her husband at least 18 months, dating for at least half that. He is not a member and has told me he is not going to convert. All your beloved friends and family are in Seattle. Yes, do sever the relationship. If she can accept me for who I am and what I believe, knowing that I'll never give her the eternal family she wants, then maybe we'll be ok. I have a better and fuller relationship with God because my own practice has been supplemented by additional observance. The gold is in the footnotes and sources linked from those new essays. If only I knew. But there are many people on here who truly devoutly believed in Mormonism and broke free.

Featured Post. The transfer jock 14 -- by Jack Richards. Partyboy 1 By Shadowjack. By Shadowjack Text and art. A shudder went through Darby at those words. Darby dreaded these weekly sessions. During the week his housemates could knock on his door any time they pleased, and he was obliged to stop whatever he was doing and suck their cocks until they spurted into his mouth. That was bad enough, but on Saturdays, when they were all together, they really put him through the ringer!

That was as far as he got before Justin pushed his door open and strode in. Justin walked him out into the living room, where Sam and Trent were sprawled on the run-down, blanket-covered flea-traps they called furniture. He positioned him in the middle of the floor, between the couch-like lumps his housemates sat on. Starting to tremble now, Darby stripped out of his tee-shirt and shorts and stood naked.

He was skinny and underdeveloped, he knew, especially in comparison to these guys, but for some reason they seemed to like his body. They often said he looked more like a girl than a boy, but he was sure they said it just to humiliate him. He kept his gaze on the floor, and he could feel himself blushing. He tensed and held still as the hand caressed him, slipping easily between his slim thighs and touching his ball-sack from behind.

A kind of panic seized him then, and Darby pushed the hand away from his dick violently. Sam grabbed him by the hips and pulled him down into his lap. Darby struggled while Sam twiddled his tiny penis between his fingers. Unable to pull away, Darby pushed the fingers away from him. Sam chuckled and grasped him by the hips. He lifted him, spun him around, and laid him face-down across his lap. Darby squirmed, trying to escape, but Sam was much stronger than he was. Sam slapped his butt hard with the palm of his hand, and Darby squealed and bucked, covering the spot with his fingers.

Sam grabbed both his wrists firmly and planted them in the small of his back. Justin pulled three thin white dishtowels and a roll of duct tape from a bag next to the couch.

Another towel went around each of his elbows, and the duct tape was wound round and around his arms until they were encased in a tight, shiny silver sheath all the way up to above his elbows. At last the spanking stopped, and Darby lay, tense and panting but no longer struggling, as Sam explored the shallow groove between his cheeks.

Thick fingers stroked his tender anus, and he clenched his cheeks against them, but it was useless. Darby whimpered and struggled weakly, but there was nothing he could do. The finger wriggled around inside him, and he felt his penis begin to stir. He recognized the warmth growing in him, and he knew what it meant. A wave of panic galvanized his struggles, but nothing he did could dislodge the intruding finger, or stop the rising tide of arousal that was washing over him.

In less than five minutes, Darby was like a different person. In the heat of arousal, he could no longer resist what they did to him. He wanted to be touched, wanted to be violated and used.

This was how it always went in their Saturday sessions. Darby dreaded the emotional rollercoaster, and was terrified of his own desires. He feared the things his out-of-control libido allowed his housemates to do to him, and his humiliation and guilt afterward were grinding. But at the same time, there was something inside him that craved the absolute submission, and the violating cocks that used him so roughly. When his perverse lust was in control, Darby could resist nothing. Sam lowered him onto the floor, making him kneel in front of him.

With a grin, Sam shucked out of his jeans and briefs, baring the thick, dusky cock that nestled between his muscular thighs. Bending low, he took the fat cockhead between his lips and sucked it inside his hot mouth.

As it stiffened and lengthened, he voluntarily took more of it into his mouth, until soon he was slurping up and down the thick shaft, sometimes making himself gag as he pressed it against the back of his throat. Behind Darby, Justin and Trent sat on the couch, sipping beers and holding their cocks in their hands. Before long Justin stood up, lubed himself up and knelt behind Darby. Darby was no more than a submissive fuck-toy at this point, and they could do as they pleased with him.

But this time they seemed to have other plans. They shaved his legs, his torso and his crotch until he was smooth as a baby, without a body-hair in sight. They led him into the shower and quickly hosed him down, dried him off, and brushed out his shaggy blonde hair. Perfume was dabbed behind his ears, a leather collar with a leash was buckled around his neck, a huge overcoat was draped over his shoulders, and then he was being led, wobbling on white high-heeled pumps, out the door.

Some minutes later, Darby had finally pulled himself together enough to ask what was going on. Darby was wide-eyed. Sam laughed. Every month they throw a big party, and they all bring their femboys and show them off to each other. We found out that the femboys get paid a thousand dollars to go to this party. All you gotta do is dress up and go to this party.

Darby was trying to wrap his mind around this, and not doing well. Just, you know, act like a girl. Darby tried to argue, but his housemates had clearly made up their minds.

They seemed to think this would be easy money for him, that all he had to do was strut around on his high-heels and act like a girl for a few hours while the students and alumni of the fraternity drooled over him. He was terrified, but here he was, naked, with his arms securely taped up behind his back, and he really had no choice but to go along with it.

The building was at least a hundred years old, built of dark red brick and surrounded by trees, shrubs and darkness. Trent dropped them off by the front door, and Sam and Justin led Darby inside between them.

The small foyer was manned by a preppie-looking young man, who eyed them suspiciously until Sam pulled the overcoat off of Darby and revealed him in all his feminized nudity. The preppie smiled. He was blushing so hard he thought his head was going to catch fire. It was all developing so fast! Relax, enjoy! And then they were gone, and the inner door opened, and Darby was propelled through it into the hubbub of a major party, already in progress.

He stumbled forward several steps before he managed to get his balance. There were men of all ages, well-dressed and dignified-looking, sipping drinks and expensive beers and holding casual conversations with each other.

They held leashes, and on the end of the leashes knelt naked femboys. Like Darby, they were young and attractive, and decidedly feminine. Some of them really looked like girls, except for the lack of breasts and the stiff penises sticking up from between their thighs. Darby could see three who were industriously sucking the cocks of their well-dressed keepers. One boy was squealing helplessly as a man slowly inserted a bright red swizzle-stick, inch-by-inch, into his penis-hole!

Another boy, just across from him, had one of the swizzle-sticks stuck all the way into his urethra, only the head, sporting a logo for some kind of liquor, protruding from the tip of his cock. Across the room, barely visible between the many bodies, a naked boy was gagging and groaning as two men fucked him hard between them.

What was going to happen to him here? As he stood there, eyes wide and head spinning, two well-dressed preppies strolled up to him, eying his body up and down. Well, you know what that means. You are new. Shocked at being touched so intimately by a total stranger, Darby gasped and tried to pull away, but the guy grabbed his ass firmly with his other hand and pulled him back. A third guy came over, holding a beer. The other two greeted him, calling him Ian.

Tan Jacket stepped around behind Darby to give Ian a better view. Darby was terrified, lost and out of his depth. He was naked and helpless, in the hands of strangers who clearly saw him as no more than a sexual toy. He had no idea how far they might go, or if they even had limits. And in the back of his mind was the chilling knowledge that if they got him aroused enough, he would lose control and let them do whatever they pleased.

To his horror, he realized that his penis was beginning to swell. The guy was still fondling his balls and rubbing his dick, and the efforts were starting to yield results. Darby tried again to pull away, but the one guy had his balls firmly in his hand, and he held Darby in place with a grip of iron. Darby whimpered as his cock, wholly against his will, continued to thicken and extend.

He gasped loudly, and involuntarily his hips thrust forward. All three guys laughed. The guy was unabashedly stroking it now, and the friction felt good.



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