Forced Femboy Novels & Stories

But then I would kill for this woman. My mind flashed back to the day she turned seventeen. The foster grandparents I had arranged to take her in both died within the same week. I remembered the tears streaming down her beautiful face, the grief she tried so desperately to hide. She cried endlessly, yet somehow, through all that pain, she remained strong. Eventually, she learned to stand on her own. Then some boy decided he wanted what was already claimed. He looked at her the way men look at something they think they can take. He never got the chance to get close to her.

He would not think twice before releasing his pheromones to scare-coerce someone into submission. See, it wasn't that bad. Firstly, the girls loved it. They loved the way he made them submit and the guys, well, they might not love it but that was because he steals all the females. Meanwhile future Alpha Jameson was more playful and lenient which probably made him more deadly than his twin brother. While Jefferson released pheromones to attain authority, Jameson's creepy smile was enough. He could do and undo a person while pretending to be their friend. Both boys were five feet nine, almost six inches. They had well defined muscles and sparkling brown eyes, something they got from their moth

“Emily you see that’s a ‘you problem’ and not a ‘me problem’. You are being insecure over nothing. I chose you and I’ll continue to choose you so why is it so difficult for you to focus on us instead of Rebecca? “ Emily burst into a fit of laughter “It’s funny how you keep on saying you chose me and all whatnot but at the end of the day I had all the reasons in the world to worry didn’t I? I caught you guys making out. So don’t sit there acting like I’m the one with insecurity issues.” The anger in the atmosphere was at its peak and the duo noticed the shift in the atmosphere so they decided to keep quiet. Emily’s head was exploding on the inside. She didn’t even know what she expected as an

“With what? Told you we will talk.” “Not that and don’t bullshit me bitch. What’s up with the guy at Trust?” “He is a guy I know from somewhere.” “Doesn’t feel like so. Have you two banged?” “Tomboy got smashed?” Tim grins propping his elbows on the counter. “Just shut up Tim. This is a girl’s talk.” “Frankie shouldn’t be counted as a girl. She is a tomboy. Where is your cap by the way? Must admit you look good this way. You have great hair.”

I felt a tingling sensation in my hard cock as I looked over my shoulder, gazed longingly at Robert's hard cock, and finally voiced my desires as I said lustily, "I want you to fuck my ass until you fill me with your hot cum." I then looked up at Thomas and said honestly, "I want to suck your hard cock until you blow your load down my throat." Robert smacked my ass cheeks with his hard cock as he asked, "What are you, boy?" I felt my hard cock jump as I announced, "I'm a fuckboy." Thomas patted my mouth with his cock head as he asked, "Who do you belong to, fuckboy." I looked up into Thomas's eyes, as I declared, "I belong to both of you."

I mean, I can be who I am around her with no one judging me, and I guess that made our bond stronger. “Damn, son!” Zach whispered awestruck as he glued his eyes on Valentine and Valerie. Valentine was one of the few guys in this school that have been hit by puberty real hard. He has this average masculine build that quite familiar to every jocks, his eyes were strikingly and uniquely dyed jet black that seemed to pull you close like a black hole whenever you stare at it, his lips were so kissable, and of course, he got that style that seemed attractive mostly for insecure girls. He’s basically the definition of perfection in close comparison to Adonis, but he’s definitely a sworn fuckboy and

he said at last, as he put the candy in his mouth. "I'm not the only one James's friends are always like that with all the girls it's okay we used to" She added, staring at him: "I wanted to thank you.. you prove to me that you are a real man and different from them.. I have always hated boys and kept away from them and I have never made friends with any boy in my life, but you proved to me that you are not like everyone else.. I thought a fool and a hasty At first, you are the best of them all.

“Oh fuck.” Amber was far from the only person left in the ravaged world who could fold their limbs into a pretzel. However, not many could walk on their hands with their body in this position. He had confessed his dream of wanting to fuck her while her body was folded and twisted like that. And The Cobra Club was all about turning dreams into reality. It was their specialty. And they were damn good at it. Granted, she usually attempted to do this maneuver on a hard surface instead of a bed, but for Frat Boy she would sure as fuck try.

"Oh, but Riley, don't cap your disappointment over this minor betrayal. Why don't you ask Felix why he paid three grand to your girlfriend a day before her abortion?" "In fact, why don't you beat the crap out of him?" Jamie asked. "He's not nearly as tough as he pretends to be. You see, Felix is like me, and people like us... well, we're lazy. He took just enough martial arts classes to trick you into thinking he was a master, but really, he only knows a few showy moves." As Felix's face ripped with a mixture of shame and rage, Riley slowly turned to face him. "You... you wouldn't have done that. Who'd do that? Who'd kill their best friend's baby?"

“Don’t go easy on me.” “As you wish.” He holds his arms over his neck, fists level with his nose. Hunches over slightly. Like he’s mentored a million other defenceless young women. “Always have your hands up, protect your face.” I nod. I’m a little frightened. He strikes me across the cheek. Lightly. Any other occasion and I’d be aroused. “Hands up!” Now, he’s barking. And I feel like I’m in the army. I copy him. I’m sure my stance is pathetic. No matter. “If another man is on the offense, they already have the advantage. You’re small and you’re weak. Look for their weak spots.”