by M Chance
Rolling his shoulders, he'd walk inside without fear, coming right up to the solitary boy, licking his lips as he got up to his side.
“Hello there,” Marcus spoke, in his rich, smooth, deep voice.
“Uh. Um. Hi?” The boy would respond, with a shyness that Marcus found cute. Irresistible, honestly. Even better, his voice was high and light to begin with, that kind of natural girliness that Marcus treasured in his boys above all else.
“What's your name?”
The boy looked up to him, then down to the floor, obviously a little nervous, not used to talking to people, it seemed, especially not new people. “...Allen,” he spoke, finally, as those soft eyes looked back up to Marcus' steely gray ones. Marcus ran a hand up Allen's back, watching him shiver some, right in the middle of the store. The boy had a wonderfully sensitive body. Marcus could see him chewing on his lip, trying to steady himself, looking all the cuter as he did so. Marcus breathed in deeply, thinking on how he just wanted to eat him up. Already running through his mind all the things he'd do with him, all the ways he'd dress him up.
But that was getting ahead of himself.
“Allen. That's not a bad name at all. I'm Marcus. Now, tell me, Allen,” he would say, as his hand continued to rub at Allen's back, through the fabric of his tight blue t-shirt, easing out the muscles and nerves underneath. “You're... eighteen, I'm guessing? Just finished high school?”
With another shudder as those fingers played upon his back, Allen nodded twice. “Y-yeah,” he'd stutter out, take a breath, then speak again. “Yeah. Just... just got out last week.”
Marcus' fingers and thumb continued to play Allen like an instrument, and kept speaking to him with the greatest of ease, his confidence filling the air and wrapping around Allen like thick black rope. “Thinking about the future, I'm betting? College, work, what you're gonna do with your life...”
Allen meekly nodded, his shoulders raising high, body continuing to squirm like a girl. “Uh-huh.”
“Well, what if I told you, I could make it so you'd never have to worry about any of that again? Never have to worry about money for the rest of your life, even.”
Allen looked back up, finally responding with a glance of cynicism. It made Marcus grin broadly. He was close, he could tell. He just had to seal the deal.
“Heheh. Fair enough you wouldn't believe me. But -” He started, then reached for his wallet, pulling it into the open air, making it very plain for Allen to see. Then, gingerly, he pulled a hundred dollar bill out. Allen's eyes opened up some, and snapped a little more to attention. Smirking, Marcus pulled out another hundred dollar bill. And another, and another, and another, and another... on and on, until he had, in total, fished out 2000 dollars. He folded them in half, presenting them to Allen, who took them with disbelieving, shaking hands.
“Go ahead. Count it up. Two thousand dollars – but that's just a taste of what I can give you. I'd give you two thousand dollars just to be mine for the afternoon... but if you stick with me?” Marcus leaned down and in, whispering hotly into the wide-eyed pale girly boy's ear. “You'll be making a million.”
“Hhnnnh,” Allen shuddered and groaned, making Marcus smile again. He had him now.
“You just have to be a good boy...” He spoke, slow and drawn out, as that hand went from his back to slide around the side and to the front, groping at his stomach, daring to slide lower, getting close to pushing into his jeans, right in the middle of the store. “And do what I tell you. Do what I want. And what I want, right now, is to dress you up like the prettiest, sexiest little girl that you are. And I want to fuck you.”
Marcus emphasized all this with a hot breath, and then biting at Allen's ear, loving the sweet whimper he made, and the way his knees knocked together.
“Does that sound like a good deal to you, Allen?”
Allen swallowed air and shivered, his fingers fiddling with the money, his mind obviously on fire, thinking about all the money he'd have, and that all money worries he'd ever have would go away. Permanently. No need to worry about colleges, or jobs – he could skip straight to retirement.
All he had to do was be Marcus' girly boy sex toy.
“Yes,” he finally answered.
“Great,” Marcus said, feeling victorious, his pearly white teeth flashing in his broad, powerful grin. “Now, step one is – I don't want to call you Allen. I want to call you.... mmm, Jessica. Does Jessica sound like a good name for you?”
His heartbeat was erratic, and was hitting against his ribcage like a hammer. His head feeling fogged by heat and the rich future that was ahead of him by giving into the lust that Marcus had swarming into the air and seeping inside of him. His cock even twitched inside of his tight jeans, getting aroused by the thoughts of what he was getting into. As well as being called that new name. It sunk into him, under his skin and into his mind. He breathed out, and nodded yet again.
“Yeah. Jessica. That... that fits me perfectly.”
“I'm glad you agree, Jessica. Now, what say we get you into some more appropriate clothes?”
From there, Marcus and his new “girl” Jessica tore through the store, Marcus taking him arm in arm, wrapped around close and keeping them tight. Showing him off like a trophy, and feeling rather proud of it, of how quickly he had acquired his newest girlyboy. From one section to another, Allen took whatever clothes he thought would look appropriately sexy, or extremely slutty, on Jessica's body, never worrying about the cost. Leggings, heels, tops, skirts, it was all very much like a candy store to him, and there was not a single limit to what he could get out of it. Had he felt like it, he could have bought the store itself, lock, stock, and barrel. And the knowledge of this fact still left Jessica trembling, his cute, perfect flat stomach rising and falling underneath his tight t-shirt.
Before long, they were in the back, over at the changing rooms. Jessica's arms were full of clothes, far more than were ever allowed to be brought into the tight little stalls full of mirrors. They stopped at the entrance, Jessica breathing a little hard and hotly, while Marcus looked cooly towards the dressing room attendant. A teenage girl with long black hair and dark brown eyes, who was regarding them with the utmost confusion as well as suspicion.
Not waiting for her to say a word, Marcus pulled his wallet out once more, fishing two more crisp hundred dollar bills, handing them over to the now wide-eyed girl with the greatest of ease.
“Treat yourself to something,” he said, with a warm, friendly tone. “And have a nice day.”
“Yeah!” She fired back, laughing a little to herself as she stared at her 'tip'. “You too!” She folded it nearly into her pocket, looking away from them now and out towards the rest of the store.
With that hurdle cleared with the simple, common act of bribery, Marcus pushed on Jessica's back, leading him into the closest empty room. Following after him inside, and locking the door behind them.
“Time for you to get dressed up, Jessica,” Marcus commanded, with a devilish lick of his lips, leaning against the wall, relaxing as he watched the promise of his money go to work on the pretty boy before him. Jessica gave a soft, silent affirmation with his eyes, slowly stripping down to nothing in front of this man he had known for less than an hour. His smooth, pale skin and girlish features now being fully exposed to the older man. A hairless little frame, from his chest all the way down his legs. Looking completely untouched, as if just waiting to be taken, to be corrupted, just so. His hard cock embarrassing him some, that he'd be so aroused by the events and future promises of this afternoon before anyone had even put hands on his crotch. He twisted and shimmied some, sucking in air through his teeth, getting ready to get dressed in his new wardrobe.
“Turn around,” Marcus ordered, quietly, yet firmly. Jessica did as he was asked, turning to face away from him, his perfect, taut little ass pouting out at Marcus, who rolled his shoulders back and lowered a hand to undo his pants, and free his rapidly hardening cock, enjoying not only the boy he had, but
the power he had over him.
Jessica rolled on all those clothes, and it gave Marcus a groan of satisfaction to see it all in action. To see the tight, shiny, latex stockings hugging his skin, still showing off his legs. The cute pink thong that pressed his young cock back against his body and kept his ass bare to see, touch, and spank. The black miniskirt which barely hid the thong, which would give a show to anyone if he so much as bent over slightly. The pink too-small belly shirt, which just kept amplifying Jessica's natural femininity, all topped off with tall black high heels, pushing his ass up and out into the air.
Jessica whimpered some, looking back to Marcus with a small glance. He was stroking his cock, which was hard, throbbing and veiny now. Looking thick as a soda can, and probably topping out at nine inches in length, at least. It made the young boy tense up in anticipation, hissing out, imagining how that would feel, splitting his ass apart.
“You look like a rich little whore, Jessica,” Marcus spoke darkly, punctuating it with a sharp spank of Jessica's ass, making him cry out with a high, hard whine. Reverberating through the dressing room, audible to plenty of people in the store. “I love it.”
“Hannhh, please...”
“Please what?”
“Please be gentle...” Jessica cooed out softly, red in his cheeks. It made Marcus grin mischievously, to hear that.
“Why? Are you a virgin, Jessica?” He asked, pushing Jessica against the wall, hands groping, exploring his body freely. Grabbing at his ass, his cock, rubbing from his stomach to his chest and biting at his neck, greatly enjoying what his money had gotten him.
“Y-yes,” Jessica stuttered nervously. Then let out another high, sharp, pained “OWWW-NNH! FUCK!” as Marcus' came right down on his ass yet again, making it red and sore underneath that dark black skirt.
“Mmmm, virgin lil girlyboy, all mine. And you are all mine. Don't forget that. You're not forgetting that, are you, Jessica?” Marcus asked, intimidating and overwhelming, his voice pressing into Jessica's ears and sinking into his mind, and thoughts of obedience rising to the top in response.
“Yes.” He whispered simply, almost inaudible, twitching and panting like a dog as Marcus' big hand squeezed at his hard cock through his thong. “Yes, I'm your good little girl.”
Marcus gave a satisfied nod, and squeezed his ass harder. “Yes. You are.” He spoke bluntly, turning Jessica around by his hips smoothly, then pushing down on his shoulders, forcing him down to his knees, those shiny leggings glinting in the trio of mirrors in the room. Jessica could see a reflection of himself, looking right at Marcus' older, fatter, thicker and throbbing, eager cock. Just inches away from his face. “Now be a good girl and suck it.”
Not that Marcus was really waiting for him to do it on his own. His hand reached around to grasp Jessica's head, pulling him in close, pressing his cock up against his face and his lips, until, after much whimpering and groaning, he opened up his sweet little mouth, taking Marcus' aching cock inside. His sweet, precious looking eyes flicked upwards to meet Marcus' gaze, who was utterly enjoying himself. Watching his million dollar femboy go to work on pleasuring him, servicing him, and already imagining how he'd be doing this again and again, every day from here on out.
“Ohhhhh, that's it. That's a good girl. Drool on it. Don't be afraid of making a mess, let it run down your chin if you have to. Drool on my cock, lick up my cock, and suck on my cock. Those are the three things you have to do to treat me right with your mouth. And if you want my money. And you do, don't you, Jessica?”
The teenage boy gave a small, obedient little nod to all of that. And did as he was told. Putting out more spit, drooling all over the thick shaft, letting it run all the way to the base and drip down to the dressing room floor. His tiny pink tongue working in circles, and his cheeks coming in tight as he worked to suck it like a piece of hard candy. Marcus almost immediately groaned in satisfaction, stroking Jessica's hair and patting him on the head, congratulating him. “That's a good girl. Keep it up.”
At that, Marcus pressed more on the back of his head, pushing the head of his cock deeper into his mouth, towards his throat, feeling that instinctive gag and tightening from the inexperienced femboy. Jessica was breathing out rapid fire, hotly, all over Marcus' prick, while he just looked down at her with an expression of total calm on his face. This was hardly the first time he had to teach someone how to deepthroat.
“Just relax, Jessica. Imagine that you're swallowing something. Ease up your throat, breathe out, relax... and swallow, you little slut.” Marcus spoke, reassuring and cool, yet asserting his dominance and control at the same time. Getting a twitch in his cock from talking down to the pretty crossdressing boy underneath him.
“Mmmnnph,” Jessica muttered, muffled by Marcus' cockmeat, but he got the message. Taking a moment to breathe through his nose, inhaling and exhaling longly, he felt his petite body relax, muscles untensing, his throat relaxing. Felt that cock head pushing insistently at his throat, closed his eyes, and did what Marcus advised. Imagined swallowing. Like a piece of gummy candy.
And in it went. Not easily at first, but it went in all the same, Jessica's throat squeezing tightly around it. Whining and whimpering, but doing his best to take every last inch that Marcus kept pressing in, getting it in all the way to the base, his crotch pressed up against Jessica's lips.
“Ohhhh, fuck! It's so warm and wet and tight in there, you perfect whore!” Marcus spat out, pushing more on Jessica's head, grinding his cock in the depths of his throat, making him hold it there. Taking him to his limits early. Jessica would twitch and spasm some, but Marcus didn't relent. “Mnnnhh, sorry, girl.... this is what you gotta learn to do if you wanna be my spoiled little princess.” After saying that, he pulled back, taking his shaft to the edge of Jessica's lips – then SLAMMING back in, all the way into his throat once more. Holding it there, while Jessica's eyes went wide, tears involuntarily forming, while he did his best to adjust to Marcus' rough, lustful rhythm. He'd pull back, slam in again, and again and again and again, fucking Jessica's throat raw, making spit run down his chin from the vicious, needy thrusts. “Just imagine how it's gonna feel when I get in your boy cunt in a couple of minutes...” Marcus teased as he kept up the pace. Lovingly drinking in the gagging, moaning noises of his bought girlyboy as he kept working his hips forward and pulling Jessica's head in. “Don't worry, you'll get used to it. You'll be doing this every day, you know!”
This went on for roughly two minutes, which was agonizingly slow for Jessica, but over all too fast for Marcus. He finally pulled his dick all the way back, letting the spit-shined prick slap against Jessica's soft cheek, making more of a mess, with a few errant pumps of precum just adding to it. Making Jessica look more and more of a whore with each passing moment, as well as marking him as personally Marcus' lil femboy.
“That's it. That's better. Doesn't it feel good to be my lil bitch?” Marcus spoke, with a warm, comforting voice, despite his harsh choice of words.
“Uh-huh...” Jessica let out, a little weakly, gasping for air.
“Doesn't it feel good, knowing you'll never have to worry about money again, so long as you'll be my girly whore?”
“Uh-huh...” He repeated, looking up to Marcus with watery eyes and a nod of his head. Marcus ruffled his hair in appreciation of him being so obedient.
“That's a good girl. Now turn around and get your ass up. I wanna pop your cherry,” Marcus continued, with a dark voice full of lust and ambition.
Jessica obeyed yet again, getting rather used to it, as well as his new name. Turning to face the mirrors, hands pressing down on the bench, ass pouted up and out, still a little red from the spanking. Marcus eyed him hungrily, running a hand down his back and to his butt, squeezing it possessively, giving it another, lighter slap this time. Just to watch it shake and vibrate.
“Absolutely perfect,” Marcus muttered to himself, as he leaned over the younger boy, flipping his skirt up and pulling his thong to the side. Cock grindin
g in between his cheeks, hands grabbing at his shoulders, getting on top of him like a dog. He reached back with one hand, grabbing ahold of his shaft, carefully pressing it up against Jessica's tight little hole.
“I'm not gonna lie – this is gonna hurt at first. But you'll get used to it. And then you'll love it.” Marcus whispered straight into Jessica's ear, before pressing his hips forward and pulling back on Jessica's shoulders, his spit and precum slicked cock pushing harder and harder against that tight, virgin hole. Jessica grit his teeth and shut his eyes, trying to brace himself as Marcus came closer and closer to punching Jessica's virginity card.
Finally, the head of his cock popped in, and shocks of pleasure and pain wracked Jessica's body. Running up and down his petite frame like electric buzzes, making an immense heat rise up from the inside, pumping through his blood. He did his best to keep himself from screaming, biting down on the inside of his cheek, but unable to keep a pained hiss from leaving his lips, which sounded so sweet to the millionaire shoving his dick deeper and deeper inside. Pulling on Jessica, pushing his hips forward, taking everything he could get.
“There... the worst of it is over, baby,” Marcus said with a grin, licking at the edges of Jessica's ear. “And it kinda felt good anyway, didn't it?”
“YesssssNNnnNH!” Jessica cried out, his body twitching as Marcus' fat prick throbbed inside of him. “Hurts.... hurts good,” he panted out, blinking several times, trying to readjust to the intensity of it all.
“That's right. And you can expect it to get even better... and to get all of it you can want, from here on out. You're a good girl, aren't you?” He teased, starting to fuck Jessica in earnest, pumping and thrusting in and out.
“YessSSsSS!” Jessica answered, his voice going high, finally getting eager, excited. “I'm a good girl!” Not caring one bit anymore if they were making a scene in the store. And it encouraged Marcus all the further, his powerful, toned body starting to rut Jessica like an animal, fucking him so hard that he made his back arch and force little, cute yelps out of the young femboy's mouth, which only excited him further. The tightness, the warmth, the noises, and the sight of Jessica's body rocking back and forth, tensing up and unleashing every time he shoved his cock deep inside, it was driving him wild. And it fed back into Jessica, making him want to please more, as it gave him more pleasure as well. A feedback loop of lust. The money was becoming secondary in his mind. Far, far behind the primal urges that were pumping through him and making his cock pump precum into his pink thong. Lust and need was thick in the air, and heavy in their breaths, as Marcus kept fucking him. Faster, harder, with each passing moment.