Flash Fiction - Orchie
“Fuckin’ perfect,” exclaimed the stocky Negro. “Look how flat it is,” he admired the work. The camera flashed as he snapped a picture. “I love this shit, sissy!” He captured more images. Then he had the slender, deep sepia-toned femboi get on all fours. He took a close up showing his pet’s cute, cherry-shaped bottom, her tender brown hole, and her dangling caged clitty. “You not having balls anymore is sexy as shit!”
“You like that, Master,” inquired the chastity locked 20 year-old.
“Absolutely,” the former Marine Corps sniper confirmed. “I’m so fuckin’ glad I met your li’l faggot ass.”
“Likewise,” she purred.
“You’re the perfect li’l bitch, Fawn,” he licked his lips. “Best five grand I’ve ever spent.”
“I’m glad you like it, Sir,” she wiggled her booty.
“Daddy loves it Fawn,” he smacked her silicone enhanced ass. “Look at that big soft thing jiggle!”
“You want it?”
“Hang on, faggit!”
The rifleman took a few more pictures before putting the digital camera aside. He marched over to the angel on the bed and pulled out his dick. It was stiff as a board. He held his tool and angled it towards her mouth. He felt warmth in his veins as she took him inside her mouth. It always felt like a warm, wet glove on his manhood. It had been this way for the past three years. Her cocksucking skills were damn near perfect when he got her.
Three years ago, Fawn was a high school senior and old enough by state law to consent. That was when she met Zanton Berry. Back then, Fawn was Martrellus. A sassy, nerdy pussyboy who had been getting manhandled by dudes from around the way since the summer before eighth grade. He had saved her from the hood. She could still recall him posing as a conversion camp counselor to her grandmother. The old woman signed over guardianship and entrusted her baby to be made into a “real man” by the strong brownish-yellow skinned Alpha.
Zanton had helped his new sissy finish her diploma online and then began training her to be his sissy. He’d told her at the very start that she would be castrated. They just had to bank enough money. He was now a drafter and Fawn handled the domicile. It was a perfect arrangement for them.
“I’ll be right back,” he announced.
Zanton returned carrying a jar that contained Fawn’s testicles preserved in formaldehyde. “Look at this, sissy! It’s so hot that you no longer have them! Damn!” He smacked her supple derriere.
“I’m glad you like that, Sir!”
“Yes! Yes I do!”
Zanton spat on her clenched brown hole. He pushed his 7¾-inch dick inside of her tight, steamy anus.
“Owwww,” she winced.
“Come on, faggit! Open that pussy up!”
“Yes, Sir!”
“Ah, shit! I love fuckin’ you. It’s much better without that nutsack,” he declared.
“Fuck me!”
Zanton pounded with great fury.
This was the beginning of everything he wanted out his relationship.
“You like that, Master,” inquired the chastity locked 20 year-old.
“Absolutely,” the former Marine Corps sniper confirmed. “I’m so fuckin’ glad I met your li’l faggot ass.”
“Likewise,” she purred.
“You’re the perfect li’l bitch, Fawn,” he licked his lips. “Best five grand I’ve ever spent.”
“I’m glad you like it, Sir,” she wiggled her booty.
“Daddy loves it Fawn,” he smacked her silicone enhanced ass. “Look at that big soft thing jiggle!”
“You want it?”
“Hang on, faggit!”
The rifleman took a few more pictures before putting the digital camera aside. He marched over to the angel on the bed and pulled out his dick. It was stiff as a board. He held his tool and angled it towards her mouth. He felt warmth in his veins as she took him inside her mouth. It always felt like a warm, wet glove on his manhood. It had been this way for the past three years. Her cocksucking skills were damn near perfect when he got her.
Three years ago, Fawn was a high school senior and old enough by state law to consent. That was when she met Zanton Berry. Back then, Fawn was Martrellus. A sassy, nerdy pussyboy who had been getting manhandled by dudes from around the way since the summer before eighth grade. He had saved her from the hood. She could still recall him posing as a conversion camp counselor to her grandmother. The old woman signed over guardianship and entrusted her baby to be made into a “real man” by the strong brownish-yellow skinned Alpha.
Zanton had helped his new sissy finish her diploma online and then began training her to be his sissy. He’d told her at the very start that she would be castrated. They just had to bank enough money. He was now a drafter and Fawn handled the domicile. It was a perfect arrangement for them.
“I’ll be right back,” he announced.
Zanton returned carrying a jar that contained Fawn’s testicles preserved in formaldehyde. “Look at this, sissy! It’s so hot that you no longer have them! Damn!” He smacked her supple derriere.
“I’m glad you like that, Sir!”
“Yes! Yes I do!”
Zanton spat on her clenched brown hole. He pushed his 7¾-inch dick inside of her tight, steamy anus.
“Owwww,” she winced.
“Come on, faggit! Open that pussy up!”
“Yes, Sir!”
“Ah, shit! I love fuckin’ you. It’s much better without that nutsack,” he declared.
“Fuck me!”
Zanton pounded with great fury.
This was the beginning of everything he wanted out his relationship.
4 years ago
