It's just about time for me to dump my fagboy.
For the past two years, my best friend Carmen and I have been carving a path through this little college town's beta male population with our strapon cocks. Her favorite one is purple; mine's black. I think that just about sums up the crucial differences between us.
Carmen likes having a steady bitch. Her fagboy, Alex, is completely broken in. He wears his cage, plug, and panties all the time, and he never complains. He keeps himself completely smooth. He wears whatever Carmen tells him to around the apartment, and that can be anything from a schoolgirl outfit to a full latex gimp suit. He's completely addicted to her biggest strapon, and he obediently licks up all of his weak juices once he's cum hands-free like the faggy little bitch he is.
He licks her pussy and asshole at the snap of a finger, or whenever Carmen pushes him into position. Two claps, and he presents his ass for a spanking. She pees on him in the shower once a day like clockwork, and he just kneels there and accepts it. If Carmen were into it, I'm sure he'd let her shit on him too.
Hey, I'm happy for her. It's what she wants. She gets to lez out with me on a regular basis, and gets to cuck little Lexi with any big dick that strikes her fancy. Her fagboy does cleanup duty on her pussy afterwards, of course.
She's comfortable. She gets all her orgasms. Her life is good. She controls her fagboy through anal orgasms and some occasional nursing on her big, brown nipples. She gets a totally obedient household slave for her trouble. She hasn't washed a dish or done a load of laundry in months.
All of that's fine, I suppose, but I'm just not that kind of girl.
My current fagboy, Chrissi, just broke recently. He's like Lexi now. He's completely accepted his place in our relationship. Maybe he still gets embarrassed or humiliated sometimes, but it's moot. He's internalized the fact that he deserves it. He might even get off on it. That does happen. A girl like me can force any and all of a fagboy's wires to cross.
Chrissi doesn't whine anymore. He doesn't make pathetic attempts at being alpha. He doesn't try to cajole "regular" sex out of me. He doesn't even slack off on his chores.
I fed him a giant load of alpha cum out of my pussy just last night, and he swallowed it all down while doing a halfway decent job of getting me to my second orgasm.
The thing I miss the most is when he'd break down crying as I raped his ass with my big, black strapon cock. Now, he moans like a fag and cums from it, even when I order him not to. Gone are the days when he'd whine and cry and leak out of his cage. Gone are the long, agonizing nights where a butt plug was torturing his swollen prostate but still not getting him there. Sometimes I'd wake up two or three times and smother him with my pussy or asshole. Even back when he was a complete waste of a human tongue, I'd cum just from knowing that he couldn't -- and that I was nearly suffocating him, so that maybe his final moments on this earth would be filled with both humiliation and sexual frustration.
Sure, it's fun to spank the shit out of Chrissi for cumming without permission, but it's all become so predictable. My job feels done. The thrill is gone. He gets down on his knees in the shower without me having to snap, clap, or bark an order. Sometimes I barely even remember to piss on his face.
There are really only two things left for me to do to him, and I'm going over Carmen's place to do one of them tonight. Tonight, he's going to suck another fagboy's penis, and maybe even take it up his ass. Physically, he'll barely feel it -- well, at least until Lexi's jizz leaks out into his hole. You should know by now that that's not the point.
It's about seven in the evening. We're standing outside Carmen's apartment, waiting for her to buzz us in. Chrissi is in full sissy-schoolgirl attire. I did his makeup like a cheap whore's and pinned a bow to his hair. It should go without saying that he's caged and plugged.
His full collar just didn't look right with the outfit, so I let him wear a day collar instead. I have standards, you know. I take pride in the fact that I can turn a 2/10 fagboy into a 5/10 sissy.
"Stand up straight, faggot," I bark at Chrissi.
He snaps upright, losing the defeated slouch in his shoulders.
I give him a hard slap on his pantied, plugged ass, just at the plaid micro-skirt's hemline.
"Head down, bitch!" I snap.
He tilts his head down. There's no fight, no tears, no nothing. I don't even think he's embarrassed to be out in public like this.
Carmen buzzes us in. She's on the first floor, so I can't really stretch things out very much. Alas, there's no little old lady getting her mail, or a kid horsing around in the lobby. There were a few people out on the street who gave us a second glance, so that was nice. I just wish Chrissi had reacted more.
Carmen opens her door.
"Hey, baby," she says. "You want your fagboy to strip before he comes in?"
"Nah, we're gonna have a show inside," I reply.
I move in and give her a hot, sloppy kiss. We grope each other's butts and grind pelvises for just a few moments. Then she steps aside and lets me in. The main door opens up to the living room. I drop my bag of gear near a wall.
"Knees, bitch," I say.
Chrissi kneels.
"Beg," I say.
"May I please come inside your apartment, Mistress Carmen?" he asks.
He keeps his voice breathy and faggy, just like we talked about. It's pathetic. He'd never pass. Even if I wanted to properly feminize him, though, who the hell has money for the hormone shots? I'll let his new owner eat that expense, if he can even find one once I dump him.
I slap my fagboy across the face.
"You stupid fucking bitch," I growl. "You beg
me
, and
then
you beg Carmen. She's your host tonight, but I fucking own you. Jesus! This isn't hard to understand!"
He takes the blow and starts sniffling. Even with all the makeup, I can see his face get red.
"I'm sorry, Mistress Cassandra," he says. "Mistress Cassandra, may I please be allowed to go inside Mistress Carmen's apartment?"
"You're lucky I have plans for you," I say. "Yeah, you have my permission."
He almost goes down on all fours, but he remembers himself. Oh well.
"Mistress Carmen, may I please come inside your apartment?" he asks again.
"As soon as you kiss my ass, Chrissi," she says sweetly.
She's the host, so it's well within her rights. We have an understanding -- a strapon sister compact. There are boundaries, yeah. That's not really why I like it. I like it because it keeps nights like these moving along.
Carmen turns around and presents the back of her tight jeans to my fagboy. Once again, he catches himself before he fucks up. Christ, I barely get to slap him around anymore.
"Mistress Cassandra, may I please kiss Mistress Carmen's ass?" he asks.
"Yeah, fine, whatever," I say.
He plants a gentle kiss on the butt of her jeans. She turns back around and shrugs.
"Eh, three out of ten," she says. "Come on in."
Chrissi crawls inside. Lexi is on his knees, wearing a sissy-schoolgirl outfit of his own.
Carmen and I share a look. We're pretty in sync.
"Shoes off in my house," she says.
Well, okay, that's not what I was expecting her to say. She's got a few tics of her own.
Chrissi takes my sneakers off, then struggles with his heels. I leave him to it.
"Lexi, once Chrissi stops being dumb and useless, make out with him," Carmen says.
That's more like it.
"She means when he finally gets his shoes off," I say. "No loopholes for stupid fagboys."
Carmen gives me a nod. I smile. She appreciates my attention to detail. Carmen's pretty much the only person I respect, so it feels nice.
Chrissi finally gets his heels off and then crawls towards Lexi. They meet in the middle of the TV room, which Lexi no doubt cleared out for Carmen this afternoon. The low table is by the wall. All that's left is the sofa and the TV on its stand.
They both close their eyes and start kissing each other, still on their knees. They know they need to put on a good show, but they also don't want to admit that they like it. They totally do, though. Their cheap lipstick smears and blends together. They hold each other weakly, but don't actually hug. They probably don't want to tap each other's cages.
"You two fags keep that up while Cass and I discuss tonight's schedule," Carmen says.
I don't bother echoing her. Chrissi knows which orders of hers he needs to follow while he's here, and which ones require my input. If he fucks up, awesome; I'll spank his ass black and blue.
Carmen and I go into the kitchen. We get up close with each other against the fridge, and start groping each other in earnest. She's a classic thick-with-an-extra-c Latina beauty, and she knows how to put herself together. I'm a fit white femme who'd rather be a tomboy. I try, but I just don't think I get there. I also wish I was taller. What a cliché.
Carmen digs me, though. It's nice. We kiss a few times, and then start chatting.
"Hey babe," Carmen says. "How are you?"
I shrug.
"I'm fuckin' bored, babe," I say.
Her eyes widen and she gasps.
"Bitch!" she says. "You've been here two fucking minutes!"
She swats me on my ass.
"Bad guest!" she says.
She's only half kidding. I accept the spank without protest. I shouldn't be rude to my strapon sister, especially when she's hosting.
"I'm sorry, baby," I say. "I didn't mean you. You're great. I could lez out with you all night. I'm just... kinda done with Chrissi. Well, almost."
"Yeah, I know," she says. "Maybe tonight will get your juices flowing."
We kiss some more, and then start taking off each other's jeans. We're both wearing our O-ring panties over boxer briefs. We nuzzle and nod into each other -- silent permission to go farther. We each slide a hand down the other's underwear. We feel each other's thick bushes, then seek out the pussies buried inside of them.
I love being the one with pubes in my relationship with Chrissi. Suffocating him with a bald pussy, or a smooth ass crack, wouldn't be nearly as satisfying. I'd go full sasquatch if I could, but facts are facts: you can't score top quality alpha cocks like that. It's fine, I guess. Chrissi handles all my hair removal needs, and I'm sure Lexi handles Carmen's.
When our hips start thrusting, we both get the other hand involved. They slide down the other side of our underwear and grope naked ass. Fingers wander. We each find the hairy back door.
