Rent Boy Ch. 07

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Sarah was 21 again. Back in the therapist’s office. Then in the Queen’s University Clinic. Then being spanked by her mother. Then raping that boy in that night club, destroying the doors and sinks of the male bathroom, watching the lustful eyes of the other sluts either high on drugs or high on her musk. Sarah never found contentment. Her stomach was a roiling sea of anger and flame. Her brain felt like it was constantly on fire.

She had moments of calm, but it was relative calm, it was a storm in comparison to a cyclone. Tutors had told her how to tame it, how to redirect it, but they didn’t fucking know her. She knew herself. She knew she was untameable and that was the best part about her. 

That fire bubbled behind her eyes, warm magma churning in her belly as she looked around the cameras, seeing the chaos unfurl. Her own family being raped. Her prize being stolen. Her plans demolished. She wanted to be a pimp, to whore out this slut like he so desperately wanted to be. She’d rent him out to the biggest cock she could find for a single five cent piece, just to see the look on his face. Would it be horror? Or gratitude?

Feelings swirled in her mind and gut. She wanted them all to go away, to die, to fuck right off. But she could use some of them, use the way it was making her brain burn cells to think faster. All she had to do was give in to the feeling…

It was all useless. She hated this conflict inside her. Hated every moment of this. Some part of her, the weak and cowering part, told her that it was a success. They had made more money in an hour than the year-long program of selling sex toys and other aids. There would be more oppurtunities, that part of her said.

It made more arguments to calm her down. It was logical. Reasonable. Meek.

Sarah wanted to plow Charlie’s head through a wall. Wanted him to thank her for whoring him out. She wanted to see him strung up on another futa cock and tell her that it was all thanks to Sarah that Charlie now realised who he really was, who he was all along. Lily was a fucking whore who didn’t know what to do with good pussy when she saw it. She thought so fucking small. No wonder Pearl was about to send her away. Lily had no idea what she could transform Charlie into.

Into a fucking slut.

A fucking slut had run away and was hiding from Sarah. She wouldn’t forget this. This, – along with all of the other chronic pain that riddled her nervous system, the pain that gave her migraines – this would stay. This would sit there, taking up space, and she would have to listen to it burning away in the back of her mind, taunting her. This and everything else in her life sat in her head and BURNED, and SCREAMED. She would have a time where she would need to think, to plan, to use her anger to further her goals and the thoughts would be there, along with the noise of idiots running around like chickens, the sounds of mice clicking, keyboards clacking, throats clearing, doors opening, chairs scratching floors, voices shouting–

She picked up a mouse and spun, throwing it at the wall, shattering it into a hundred plastic pieces.

The room turn cold and quiet. Everyone looked over at her.

Sarah stood up and turned around, feeling the eyes of everyone staring at her as she left. This was a thought that would sit in her brain, the feeling of being judged by her closest allies as she stormed off without explanation. She could shake this feeling off, but it would take time. Enough time to hunt for Charlie herself.

—————-

Charlie stood there dumbfounded. The feeling of the kiss still surged through his body. He had never been kissed like that before. Had never felt so overpowered through just a kiss. It was so powerful, so intense… and so matronly. He had felt her arms cradling him, giving him support. They had shared the pleasure, rather than it being a one-sided invasion that Charlie might’ve happened to like. Cherry seemed to want him to enjoy all of it. He looked down at her bulge, growing hard against the confines of her pants, the elastic stretching. Candy’s face was flushed red, unsure of what to do in this situation.

He knew that Cherry had said something, something that had mind his mind go blank and he searched for those words again, trying to figure out what to say and do next before Cherry and Candy figured out that he was more exhausted and tired (and less able to defend himself) than he initially projected himself as.

What had she said?

My, you make a pretty girl, don’t you Charlie?

He – it had to be said – did make a pretty good girl. fındıkzade escort Not just the pink outfit, but the way he carried himself. His ass had been thoroughly spanked by Clea, enough that it was changing the way he walked, the way he pushed his hips from side to side to stop his thighs and butt aching. The purple scarf around his face was nice, and felt smooth against his unshaven face.

He had brought his shaving kit with him in the move since he usually grew hair fast, having a face full of bristles in under two days, but he didn’t feel anything there on his face. Odd.

He really did look like a girl, didn’t he…

“T-thank you Cherry. It’s lovely to meet you.” He had to thank her, at least. And Candy…

Their eyes met, and Charlie felt something between them. It wasn’t love, and it was hard to tell which one of them was crushing harder than the other, but it was lust and a little bit more. Some other kind of connection.

“Thank you Candy.”

Candy shoved her hair behind her ears. She muttered something out shyly, and looked up at him. He felt his heart flutter, his dick pulse in need. Candy had shown him a way of living here that wasn’t just fucking and sucking. It could be nice. Tender. Fulfilling.

Cherry laid a hand on Charlie’s head, and slowly pet it, moving it back and forth, tussling his hair now that he had removed his cap. Something triggered deep within Charlie, and he caught himself trying to purr at the feeling. He settled for closing his eyes and rubbing his scalp harder against the palm on his head. Cherry let out a deep, throaty chuckle and continued.

Candy’s cock throbbed visibly, as did Cherry’s.

“What are you thinking, Mom?” Candy asked, warning creeping into her voice. Cherry hushed her, and kept stroking Charlie’s head.

“I’ve always wanted to make a good little girl. You make a fine futa Candy, but a good little girl…”

Cherry dug her hands into his head, scratching his scalp, twirling a finger around some strands of Charlie’s short cropped hair.

Charlie moaned at that, and loudly.

Cherry bit her lip, cooing. She traced the back of a finger down Charlie’s face, just past his closed eyes.

“If you want to get out of here without being noticed by the aunts, you’ll need to change completely. They’ll be looking out for you no matter what clothes you wear.”

Cherry put her fingers in Charlie’s hair again.

“We can dress you up in a wig. Put some new clothes on you. Get you looking the part, feeling the part… they’ll smell boi from anywhere in the store. We’ll cover you so completely in femininity that they’ll have no choice but to look elsewhere for their prize.”

Cherry gripped his chin, tilting his face up until he opened his eyes and stared into her hazel ones.

“Sound good, girlie?”

Charlie nodded.

Cherry clicked her fingers. Candy’s eyes widened and she rushed off, eager to collect something.

Cherry used the time without Candy to move in closer to Charlie.

He could feel her fat chest pressed against his neck. Could see the wanton lust in her eyes. Could see the scenes she was playing out in her head through those eyes and he wasn’t scared in the least.

Odd.

“Before we get started, before you try to escape with Candy and start your ‘Roman Holiday’, I need to know.”

“Know what?”

“If it had come down to it… if you had met me before Candy…” Cherry’s mouth dropped an octave, her voice huskier, as she moved her head beside Charlie, gently blowing on his ear. He trembled against her.

“Would you have been my slut?”

“Yes.”

“That was quick, Charlie. Let me give you more time.”

Her hands danced down, near to his tracksuit, delicate fingers touching his bulge and then his child-bearing hips, until finally she touched his ass. Groping it. Squeezing it.

“Maybe you don’t understand what I meant. You might change you answer if you do. So let me tell you what I would’ve done to you.”

Charlie caught the moan in his throat. A second later, and a high-pitched – girly, even – moan would’ve escaped from his lips. He didn’t want that to happen. But Cherry seemed to want it.

“I would’ve dressed you up in the finest lingerie money could buy. I would’ve introduced you to my friends at parties as my darling wife. There would be no way of telling who you really are – what you really are – under all those clothes and makeup. You would’ve suckled from my teats every night, nursing like a good girl. That pesky cock would be in the way too. There would’ve been nothing else to do but cage it. Shrink it. Flatten it.”

Her pinky and ring finger pushes the elastic out of the way, letting the fingers slide down along Charlie’s ass, towards his puckering hole.

His mouth opened and he almost wanted to bite his fist in need. His arms didn’t work. His legs were trembling. He opened his mouth and moaned against Cherry’s shoulder, trying to stifle the sound by burying his face into her aksaray escort shoulder as deep as he could go. Cherry shook as she tried to stifle her laughter.

Her finger pushed apart his crack and slid down, pushing into his hole.

Charlie came.

It was a short spurt, a shock, his dick thrumming. It had been a complete surprise, but Cherry seemed to anticipate it.

She moved her hand around his pants, moving around to his front, her hand pulling back his foreskin and letting more cum splash out into his underwear. She traced her finger against the underwear, cum staining her finger and she brought it up, hovering the wet finger in front of Charlie’s eyes, forcing him to pull back from her shoulder so he could let her hand rise up between them.

It glistened with his cum.

“That thing I just fingered wouldn’t belong to you. It would’ve been mine. My cunt. To fill with whatever I pleased. To breed whenever I wanted. To stuff whenever I become needy or bored.”


She waggled her finger in front of Charlie’s eyes, and he become mesmerised by the sight of it, head following it as it wiggled.

“I’ll ask you again. And be truthful. Would you have been my slut​?”

The word caught in Charlie’s throat as he stared at the finger. As their life flashed before his eyes. As his doubts about ever falling in love with a futa seeming to vanish before him. Was this… was this what he wanted? What he was seeking?

If he said no, then that would be true from then on. He couldn’t lie to Cherry.

Some part of him said no. Charlie felt fractured, torn between those parts and the more secret parts.

Parts of him were telling him no and other parts had strange voices and were saying strange things, emoting strange feelings. He waded through those strange thoughts, gathering his opinion on what he really wanted.

The answer came.

“Yes.”

Cherry forced the finger forwards and Charlie opened his mouth in time, making the lewdest noise he could’ve made as he slurped the cum off her finger, one eye on her face as he did so.

She held his face in a vice-like grip.

“I’m not in the business of stealing my daughter’s gir- boyfriends. You are spoken for in my family, and that is that. If you break her heart, I will break you apart like water breaks on a rocky shore. But if your relationship… changes, and if you still want to whore yourself out to me…”

Charlie groaned as she wiped his own saliva off on his cheek.

“Then the position will always be vacant. You only need apply.”

Candy returned, and Cherry had moved Charlie to his earlier position so it looked like nothing at all had happened.

“He’ll be a good fit for the costume. Gave him a tip on how to carry himself, so we should be good to go.”

Cherry turned to Charlie and pointed up and down along his body.

“Strip.”

—————-

Candy eyed Charlie and her mother as Cherry pulled that pink shirt over Charlie’s head and reaching to the bag Candy had brought back with her. There were clothes there, heels…

Candy saw Charlie’s eyes widen as he saw the panties in there. Cherry had told her to pack it, to give more believeability to the disguise. If Charlie really dressed like a girl, if he really felt like a girl all the way through, no matter how embarrasing it would be for him, it would be a good disguise. Candy knew her mother wasn’t always truthful. She knew that she packed the panties just to see Charlie squirm. She moved the panties from the bottom of the bag to the rim of it just to see Charlie’s reaction, to see how he squirmed. Something had happened between the two of them.

Charlie now shuffled whenever Cherry sucked her finger. Their stares seemed more intense. But Candy had to appreciate her mother for breaking the tension. Now it seemed Charlie was more focused on the plan, on the mission, than on fucking her mother.

She knew it might happen, as it had happened with girlfriends she had brought home before, but there was an odd magnetism that struck them when they stood together before, their eyelines being inextricably drawn to each other. A young man and a woman at least 30 years his elder.

This evolving relationship, the change from the magnetism to the slow smoulder that passed between them reminded Candy of her own evolving relationship with Charlie. They had met on that morning, after her heart had broken for the poor kid who was run over by Lily. She had snuck out of the house – against her mother’s orders – and found Charlie, and found him to be more of a man than she thought. She couldn’t help but like him.

He made jokes as they unpacked, kept offering her food and water, and told stories about the heirlooms they’d unwrap or blush as she held old photobooks of him looking like a dork with glasses the size of Greenland. It was a different relationship than most she’d had. How a typical Candy relationship would go would be her frotting against another futa in eyüp escort the club, or some woman would swipe right on a dating app and they’d chat. Their chat would be hollow, and if held up in the next morning’s light it would fall apart under the weight of how badly each participant wanted to fuck each other and then delete the app. “Girlfriends” were different, only in the sense of the word describing the relationship being different. The conversation would be less hollow, more intimate, and they would fuck a whopping three times before ghosting each other.

The part of Candy that hungered – longed – for more was filled as soon as she scooted her chair closer to Charlie on that day and he still seemed to care about her, and not take it as a signal to fuck immediately.    The day after, she had broken down in guilt and paranoia, but now here he was, standing in front of her again. And that smile was the same as when they were unpacking. He didn’t seem like her typical girlfriends, chasing the lust that came out of the relationship, but really just chasing the odd vibe they had together amidst all the other oddness, the oddness of chicks with dicks wanting to hunt him down and stream his sexual assault live on the internet.

Candy walked up and gave Charlie a kiss on the cheek.

Charlie grinned back. He gave her a kiss back, and she blushed, having to look away for moment.

When she looked back, Cherry had fitted the blonde wig to him and Candy whispered an apology, staring down at the crowd, trying not to stare at the bulge that was forming in his panties.

—————-

Lorelei rubbed the bulge in her pants as the feed of Charlie being railed by Nia played over and over and over again in her mind. Those whines. The sounds of slapping. The ruinous and rough sex… she bit her lip, but continued sweeping her eyes across the store. She’d become more and more uncomfortable in her black dress as she’d started daydreaming more and more about Charlie. About that mouth… that tight ass…

Lorelei hated her sister Clarissa. Clarissa was just so free, so wild and open. That could never be Lorelei. She was almost religious in how she persecuted other futas for not being with bois. She and Clarissa shared a house growing up, sharing the same step-mother but with different birth mothers (who were still in their lives, as is the case for most of the members of Pearl’s family). Lorelei remembered the day where she realised she and her sister were nothing alike. Lorelei had just come back from a book club with other futas (something her mother had set up) and had taken part in one of the loudest and most passionate debates of her life up until that point. She was at the age where she could legally start having sex, and who she could have sex with was a big part of that discussion. Some of her friends said that she had to try women: their pussies were built for cock and they had a desperate need for something better than a man. Most of them just didn’t know it yet. But Lorelei’s group vehemently opposed them.

Futas that had sex with women or other futas were unnatural. It’s sinful. It’s not normal. Where’s the thrill? Where’s the feeling of them giving in, giving up, the fire of masculinity flickering out as it’s drowned in hot, thick ivory cum? The look in their eye as you change the fabric of their soul, turn them into cockdrunk bois? Lorelei had seen enough amateur porn to see that, and to get addicted to seeing it more and more. That was all she wanted in her life. To see the spark behind a man’s eyes get replaced with a sluttier and hornier spark. Sadly, Lorelei could never find the time to court a boi. They were just too few and far between. Most males had left these states when the rules giving more equality to futas came in, and the bois that stayed behind were so prized that Lorelei never saw them. In her mind, only boi ass – and specifically Charlie – could quell the heavy feeling she felt behind her balls, the deep need to fucking rut.

That’s when Lorelei saw Candy walk out with a girl on her arm. Lorelei tried to look away quickly, to give the impression that she hadn’t seen Candy, but the slut had found her. She grabbed the arm of the girl tighter, pulling her along as she walked to a changing room at the back of the store. There were two large doors at the back of the store for stock to come in and out of through the rear of the complex, leading straight out into the park. Sarah had said something about not letting anyone get to the park…

Lorelei swore, pushing past displays of large XXL dildos, gimp suits and a rotating display of chastity cages and belts, trying to rush to the other side of the store. Candy pulled the blinds closed and she and the girl were trapped in there in one of the many stalls. Lorelei hadn’t seen which one, and was now lurking outside, panting. Fuck. She hadn’t run that hard before… she really needed to exercise.

By getting a good FUCK, echoed the voice in the back of her head.

Lorelei’s hand thumped down a table as she spun, thinking, deciding on whether or not to barge in on Candy. She looked around the store. Clarissa was running too, chasing after a slim figure in another hoodie but Lorelei… it had to be a trap. Why would Candy leave, be that nervous about rushing to the back of the store if she didn’t have the slut that everyone wanted…

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