Forced Femboy Novels & Stories

Stroking the mounded flesh, through my suit, "Looks like you got a fucking softball in there! Could I interest you in a workout before we hit the pool?" Marty was such a hunky, frat-boy stud...it was hard to believe he's so cunted-out and ready for a dick. He wasn't my first boyfriend, but he was like the other guys I'd been with. Not feminine at all, but it was just like screwing a woman, with a bonus dick.

But things changed, and he turned into this evil motherfucker who couldn’t accept he was gay and began hurting everyone around him. Are people born bad, or do they become bad? ‘There is a clear difference between Fletcher and Ford,’ Gwyn said and she was right. Fletcher is evil, and Ford isn’t. He’s not some villain. Ford is damaged, but maybe he can be fixed. I grabbed one of the bags I hadn’t unpacked and took out the little outfit Sarah had picked for me. Fuck, this sucked. Okay, I can do this. I can be sexy and all that. I put the garter on and tied it to the stockings, which was harder than I thought. Then I put on the little skirt she got me. Sarah insisted that I should not wear any u

As if Felix was trying to tell Val he'd rather give head to a strip, he began to gag on my dick, while moaning with pleasure. "The one you were so excited about?" "That's the one. Something about him, boss. Can't quite put my finger on it, but he's different." I thrust up into Felix's mouth, watching his eyes water, feeling him struggle not to gag while his hands rested on my thighs. “How is it different?" "Raw, angry and real." Val leaned forward. "You should watch him, then you'll know what I'm talking about." Felix pulled off my cock just enough to speak, his voice rough. "Why do you need another boy toy? Am I not enough anymore?"

You know those guys in your school? Not the normal ones, but the fuckboys? Yeah, those ones. If you don't know those guys, then you may just not know the meaning of the term fuckboy . Generally, a fuckboy is actually an attractive, funny guy. Usually you wouldn't want to admit it, but everyone knows it, even himself. A fuckboy has an unhealthy amount of confidence in himself which helps him to lead girls on just for hookups. He'll say that he's really into you but doesn't want to deal with an actual relationship. He thinks about himself and only himself all the time but is nice to most people.

Kaleb inquired. “Kaleb! I can’t dance! I have two left feet!” She finally let it out, her chest heaving after the words rolled off her tongue. Dead air fell upon them. Kaleb gasped, and then he smirked. It took a second for Kaleb to move closer to Scarlett, his eyes narrowing. He hissed and suggested, “I think that is hot.” “What? How is that hot?” Scarlett objected. “You know, kitten. I have this strange fetish for left feet. The more the better! You can have ten left feet and I would not care!” He countered.

More, even. Felix was a good enough sort, but the way he mooned after Ari was completely incomprehensible. He seemed a more sensible man. Couldn’t he see her for the coward that she was? There was also the fact that Ari proved to have been a virgin when they attacked her. What girl remained a virgin past the age of fourteen if she wasn’t a lesbian? It wasn’t normal.

James clenched his fists, hatred swirling in his eyes. "Are all of you stupid? How could you let a mere woman escape from here?" Barbara patted his shoulder. "Maybe Anne just went out for a bit. She'll come back soon." That made James even more angry. "Did I say she could go out?" he snapped unhappily. Then, he turned to his assistant, Tom Hammond, and said, "Block all of Anne's cards. She'll come back when she has no money."

Like a magician trying to warm up before a trick, the hands stretched, flexing long, elegant fingers. “Let’s see,” the voice grew deeper, laced with promises. Cory was pulled closer by the gloved hands firmly grabbing his buttocks. He gasped. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to focus on letting his mind go blank, as his master started kneading his buttocks, parting them and getting closer and closer to his rear entrance. He felt his organ twitching; he knew he was expected to behave like a sexless being. Soon, his new master would learn the truth and he would be shamed, sent back to training or worse. “Stop,” he begged. “Master, please.”

" His arrogant face loomed larger and larger before me. I suddenly jerked my head up and used the last of my strength to slam my forehead into his knee. "Don't celebrate so soon, Samuel! Even if I die, I'm taking you down with me!" The blow carried no real force. In my weakened state, I couldn't even make him stumble. Yet he clutched his knee and cried out in exaggeration, "My knee! How dare you injure me, Caleb!" He staggered back and fell heavily to the floor, pretending to be in unbearable pain. It was so over-the-top that anyone with half a brain should've known he was faking it. However, it instantly made Whitney and Kelly feel a pang of heartache.

he states, "and I won't be your trade for him." "What?" My dribbling wet hand alarmingly travels to my mouth. Did I say that? "That is the thing my whole life has been, all along," Felix harshly blusters, "I have forever been viewed as the marginally Frankenstien-ed form of Liam. At the lone wolf barters, I was in every case second to Liam. Indeed, even Ability wise I am missing, barely short of him. Our looks are indistinguishable except my monstrous scar and chaotic hair."