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Note: Another low effort FemboyWorld story. I write these because I'm horny and want to share my depraved perversions with you all. Not much editing here, I don't take these seriously. It's just a bit of fun. Also, can someone tell me if the Femboy theme is more Gay or Trans/crossdresser genre? Or if my writing just sucks you can tell it doesn't matter and stop posting haha. Anyways comments are always appreciated.
Also Note: Some mild raceplay, voyeurism, and other nasty stuff may take place during this story.
All characters are 18
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The Art of The Deal
"The Prison Board Executives will see you now Mr. Knudsen."
"Thank you, ma'am. And how lovely you look today."
"Oh stop Mr. Knudsen. You play too much." A little touch of her cheek and a bright smile and I already have her vote of confidence. Always win over the secretary. They can sway business decisions.
Walk through the overly big doors with a bit of confidence, head high, strong shoulders, exert dominance over the room, and showtime. "Hello, men. I am Mr. Knudsen. Founder and CEO of FemboyWorld."
I founded FemboyWorld just a decade ago. I started out finding a down-and-out farmer who was willing to sell his land for cheap to keep his head above water for one more year and subsequently founded FemboyWorld. I began with the Farmland attraction and another small building to house my offices and the femboys. Now with the success of Farmland, I have just completed the Fem Academia attraction and I am hungry for more expansion. I am thinking of making two more parks and possibly buying out an establishment called "Hooters" and using it to its full potential with skinny and soft Femboys instead of big titty women. But first, I need funding. And these depraved, shitty, over 50-year-old humans who sit on the private prison board, have enough money to make me richer beyond my dreams. Little do they know I already have their cocks in my hands and I just need to milk them for all they have.
"Yes, Mr. Knudsen, our time is short. What do you have for us?
"What I have is what you need. As you already know, I run FemboyWorld enterprises down in Florida. We provide... quality entertainment and fun for men who want to escape their lousy wives and husbands. I have taken my business to gross over millions of dollars and we have thousands of patrons a day. My Femboys are revolutionizing the needs of men. Men now crave the warm, tight holes of my femboys instead of the sloppy, disgusting ones of their wives. Today, I am offering you a proposition to use my Femboys for your services.
"And what need do we have for your so-called femboys? Also, may I remind you that we pride ourselves on reforming our prisoners through Christ and more wholesome means. Surely your gayness has no place in our prisons." This head-ass-fuck is Mr. Williams. He paints himself as a holy man who lives through his religion. But in reality, he is a pitiful little man who just last week paid for a VIP ticket at a bathhouse in DC. He would have had more fun at my business. Christ and wholesome my ass.
"It's funny you say that Mr. Williams. Very funny." I say with a knowing face and tone. Watching him squirm in his seat is almost as delightful as the amount of money I'm going to pocket from him. "I understand what you men... "pride" yourselves on. But there is one thing you all, including me, love more than your religion. And it's money."
"I don't understand how paying for your femboys will increase our profits." That's Mr. James. Not as idiotic as Mr. Williams. But, he's more sensible and has a much cleaner record than the rest.
"It's very easy, men. You all know the new POTUS will create a new tax on private prisons that have repeat offenders and repeat incarcerations." Now watching all four of these men squirm is better than one. They didn't know I know the president is looking to massively reform the private prison business. They also didn't know the future president has an affinity for divulging all his plans while being sucked off by one of my femboys. Femboys are the ultimate truth serum.
"My femboys will ensure that your prisoners are reformed and go back to being upstanding civilians. While at the same time, I believe it will be best to make the prisoners pay a high price for my femboys. Your prisoners will be begging your wardens to work three, or even four, jobs which will increase the output of all the goods you sell to stores. Also, the number of rapes and gang violence will decrease because the femboys will satiate their needs which will put you in good standing with advocacy groups and the media. Essentially, all your problems will be solved by my Femboys." I watch as the two other men, Mr. Gary and Mr. Felix nod their heads in agreement. But no matter what I said, I would have their vote anyway because they are already VIP members at FemboyWorld.
"How much will it cost to lease your femboys?" I knew Mr. James was a sensible man. And if he's asking for a price. I already etlik escort have him hooked.
"It will cost you 50k for each femboy per year."
"Fucking absurd! Get out now you faggot!" God, I want to punch Mr. Williams in his ugly fucking face.
"No, Mr. Williams. Allow the man to explain his price." I nod in appreciation towards Mr. Gary for shutting up Mr. Williams.
"You already pay thousands, if not millions of dollars to other advocacy groups, therapists, and pharmaceutical groups to "reform" your prisoners. I am offering you an all in one solution. If you do the math, a 50k price per femboy, with the estimated amount of Femboys I believe I will be providing to you, is much cheaper than what you already pay to all your other expensive contract agreements."
I watch Mr. Felix do the math on his legalpad and he shouts out, "Yes, Mr. Knudsen is correct. We could possibly shave off 60% of our expenditure if we use his Femboy solution."
"My God." I hear Mr. Williams whisper to himself. That's right you fuck, profit always wins over whatever religious beliefs you subscribe to.
"I think it would be best if we had a sample of your offerings. So we know what you are proposing will work." Mr. Felix that horny fuck. I am glad he is playing his part just as I planned.
"I am glad you asked Mr. Felix." I clap my hands and enter four of my sexy femboys.
I begin to introduce them one by one. "This is Richie. He comes from a rich family in Beverly Hills. He is known for his tan skin and delicious tiny cock. And his perky little ass has men always coming for more." Richie is Mr. Felix's favorite. In exchange for playing his role and being on my side, I allowed Mr. Felix a free turn with Richie today.
"Next is our Persian minx, Nima. He has a beautiful caramel body that looks even better with a couple of loads dripping down on it. It has been rumored he is a descendant of male and female concubines of ancient Persian Emperors. I think his soul-sucking blowjobs will confirm those rumors." I brought Nima for Mr. Gary. I know from some of my more high-end patrons that Mr. Gary loves the exotic boys. And Mr. Gary's drooling face is proving my assumptions right.
"Third is Lai. A beautiful 19 year old boy from China. He was plucked from his family at 18 to be a concubine for the current Chinese party. We saved him from that horrible place and he is now a very popular femboy at my establishment. Just look at his yummy little cock and dark erect nipples. Very suckable don't you think Mr. James?" Mr. James, whether he knows it or not, is shaking his head in affirmation. Also, Lai isn't from China. He's actually from Irvine, California, and his name Jared. But Mr. James loves donating to charities that work with people trying to get out of communist regimes. Maybe he has a sexual taste for them too. Nothing wrong with a little lie if it's worth millions of dollars.
"Finally, but certainly not least is one of my personal favorite femboys and the most desirable little twink of the lot, Leo," I say as I look directly into the decrepit eyes of Mr. Williams, "This dark haired beauty turned 18 years old no more than two weeks ago. I haven't used him in the park yet so one of you lucky men will be the first to enjoy this perfect plump ass. Turn around for me, Leo," Leo swivels his hips around making all eight eye balls lock on to him. "Look how perfect this ass is. So juicy and look how tight this hole is. You may call me a faggot Mr. Williams, but if your god created this ass on Leo, I find it hard to believe why being a femboy lover is such a sin." It's true that Leo hasn't been used yet. But, I only met my customers. I took the liberty of enjoying Leo on the way over to the meeting leaving a generous load inside his warm hole. If Mr. Williams was going to fuck one of my femboys, he was going to do it with my cum inside of them.
"Boys, please show these men why you are worth every penny." The naked, hairless, beautiful boys move to purpose and start to tease the men with the sway of their hips and their asses grinding on the men's thousand-dollar suits. I don't think they mind it too much that the boy's precum is leaving stains all over their expensive attire.
As all good femboy's do, they swiftly remove the pants of their suitors and use their talented mouths to make men, especially ultra-religious men like Mr. James, praise their lord and savior for each lick and flick of the tongue on their old cocks. Unfortunately for Mr. Felix, his free session was quickly over, due to Richie's eager sucking and hot mouth. The eye contact and lewd sounds his mouth was making had Mr. Felix spewing his load all over his suit.
The rest of the three men had the stamina to continue to what they really wanted, those tight holes. The three femboys got into the position all men love, on all fours, head down, ass up. Even Mr. James didn't hesitate. All three plunged right in and were instantly hooked. My femboys were moaning eve gelen escort that perfect mixture of boyish, feminine moans.
"I believe you men are ready to sign the agreement. However, I think we all know here that these femboy's are worth more than my initial 50k offering. I believe 80k is a suitable price."
"Yes, Mr. Knudsen anything you want. Just let me use this femboy whenever I want." Moaned Mr. James whose balls were certainly boiling to Lai's tight Asian hole.
"Bring some of your rich friends to FemboyWorld and I will allow you to have Lai every time you come."
"God my dick has never felt so good. Fuck me, please let me use these Femboys more. I was wrong." Hook, line, and sinker Mr. Williams.
"All you have to do is sign right here Mr. Williams and you can have any femboy you want." Nothing in the contract says I have to do this though. Tsk tsk Mr. Williams. I just secured his blue balls for life. Anytime he comes to my park, I'm putting him in FemboyWorld jail. If you thought the secret Disneyworld jail was bad, just see what I have made up.
Mr. Williams along with the two other men all signed on the backs of their femboy as they were in mid-stroke. Mr. Felix was half asleep, most likely pleading to God why he couldn't be 20 years old again so he could continue to fuck his femboy. He was the last to sign and peacefully did so as he was coming down from his blissful orgasm caused by Richie's mouth.
"Thank you very much men for your business. I will have a car come by to bring back the femboys. I will leave a pamphlet for you guys to deal with your post femboy depression. Oh, I also forgot. Leo, do not allow Mr. Williams to cum."
"What? Noooooo!" Mr. Williams pleaded. But Leo unearthed a FemboyWorld special contraption, "the Cum Denier", used mainly for unruly guests and the kinky BDSM patrons at my park. Now it's being used to torture this prick of an executive.
These idiots believe they signed a deal worth 3 million dollars which would cut their budget significantly. Little do they know what kind of deal they actually agreed to.
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The Trial
"What happened in there? What did the warden want with you?"
"He wants me to be a part of a trial for prisoners of good standing. I don't know what's going on but he said it's a very enticing trial."
"Better than the small tv and ramen noodles you have?"
"I guess so. Going to all those reform meetings finally paid off."
I have a bad feeling about this. Nothing good happens here. I will most likely get some injection shots or go to a different type of meeting or therapy or some shit. Nothing really to get excited about.
I get back to my cell and do my usual routine. Turn on the tv, snack on junk food from the commissary, do a round of push up and sit up, back to tv, and sleep. After a rocky two years of my six year sentence, I decided to turn my life around. Thanks to some people who actually gave a shit about me, I realized dealing with all these people wasn't worth my time. I can't end up back here. It's hell. Loud, obnoxious people always trying to start something, drug dealers and trouble makers, and having to watch what you say to everyone, this ain't it.
So I did everything my counselor asked for and I finally was transferred to my own cell at a cell block that's much, much tamer. The guards are also more friendly. They are still assholes from time to time but they are veterans, they have been here for a while. They see inmates more as human beings, unlike the new guards who are going through their power trip phase. And sure there are more conniving inmates but you actually have to do something to piss them off to have them move against you. I just keep my mouth shut and enjoy the small things I have.
*clank, clank*
"Hello, Mr. Oliver Mason."
"Hello, Peter. What's up?" Peter is one of the few guards who is actually "cool". If you treat him with respect, he treats you with respect. He may also sneak commissary and some things from the outside if he likes you. He helped alleviate some of my blue balls by bringing me some nudy mags. Great guy.
"Dude, I may not have to bring you shit to get your balls off. I heard the trial they are making you go through is something we have never seen before."
"What the fuck are you on about?"
"Let's just say I know what you are about to experience and I believe it will turn your life around. And you get it for free, you lucky prick."
"Stop circling around the topic. What are they giving me? Crack?"
"Even better than crack. You will see tonight when they bring you your reward... I mean trial."
"Alright man whatever you say."
"Just keep an open mind, big guy. And enjoy it. I pay $400 for what you are about to get."
"So it is crack then?"
"Like I said, even better."
Night falls and one luxury of the "good inmate cell block" is that it's relatively quiet at night. gaziosmanpaşa escort But for the snoring and moments of hysteric yelling, it's easy to fall asleep.
"Inmate 696942, wake up. Your special trial, whatever thing is here. Don't fuck it up. The warden paid a lot for this."
I get up from the bed. My eyes are a little blurry. I see the guard standing right beside someone small. The figure is at least a head shorter than me and the guard.
I wipe my eyes with my hands to clear my vision. And I see a boy probably no older than 19. He has striking light blue eyes and ruffled up short dirty blonde hair. He's only wearing sandals, thigh high socks, and an oversized yellow sweater that barely covers his crotch and butt. If, and I mean IF I was gay, he would definitely be attractive. Really attractive. But I'm straight, I mean I'm a tits man.
"What am I supposed to do with him?" I ask the guard while the boy who looks feminine just smiles back at me.
"They told me to tell you this. This is Harper. He is known as a femboy."
I cut off the guard, "A fem what?"
"A femboy. For god's sake let me finish. I need to take a nap." The guard rolls his eyes, but I see that his hand is planted firmly on the femboy's back. He seems to be enjoying the closeness of the femboy. Maybe he's gay. Huh, I thought he had a wife. "As I was saying. This is a femboy. You are the first participant, inmate 696942, to be in the femboy rehabilitation program. Harper is supposed to help you with your mental and physical health, advocate for you to continue being an upstanding inmate, and a reward for not committing any acts that would cause you to be written up by a guard. Please enjoy Harper's company."
"I appreciate it but I'm not gay so this program doesn't exactly fit me."
I hear the clanking of footsteps across the steel floor as Peter comes by to interrupt, "just keep an open mind, Oliver. Spend the night with him and I'm sure your apprehensions will be washed by morning."
"Fine, fine whatever. What are the things I can't do to him? I guess it's the standard?"
Before the prison guard could speak, Harper answers, "I am a femboy, sir," his first few words are like a horny arrow striking me in the cock. Such a beautiful sound. No woman has ever had this instant effect on me. "You can do anything you want to me. Femboys exist to please any desire men as yourself have."
My cock is twitching in my pants and I see the guard and Peter standING stiff as if to hide their growing members as well.
"I think we should leave Harper and Oliver alone as instructed," Peter says. The guard opens the gate and both the guard and Peter's hand push Harper by the butt into my room.
"Thank you boy's!" Harper says as both of the guards leave.
I can faintly hear them say, "God I need to jerk off now."
"Why don't you come to Femboy World with me this weekend. I heard they opened up a new park." And the rest was just unrecognizable whispers due to the distance they created from my cell. What the fuck is FemboyWorld?
Harper's eyes are now locked on me. His beautiful blue eyes are dressing me down. I can't lie but my eyes are doing the same. Especially those thigh-high socks that look so sexy on him. I stand there awkwardly as I look at this femboy just smiling at me.
"What would you like to do, Oliver? I'm all yours." I don't know how, but his face turns to lust.
I stumble over my words shocked by what I'm experiencing. "I...I don't... I was about to sleep."
"Okay let's lie down." He walks up to me with purpose. I thought he would be scared that he was left alone, in a jail cell, with a convicted felon. But that notion isn't affecting him at all.
As he gets close, I lie back down. With my left arm draped on my forehead and my right hand by my side. Harper stops at the side of my bed. He smiles again. He brings both of his hands to the hem of his oversized yellow sweater and pulls it off. My mouth waters at his near naked body. His stomach is tight and firm with small traces of baby fat still on him. His body is hairless and looks smooth to the touch. His pink, erect nipples look delectable and I am already imagining my tongue swirling around them. Finally, his cock, the one thing I would have never imagined would turn me on, is hard and mildly thick but looks so feminine sticking out against his soft and skinny body. I know I said I was a titty man, but his tight stomach is sexier than any set of tits. I don't think any woman could have my cock as hard as this femboy has me right now.
"Would you like me to lie down on you?" He asks as he slowly rocks his hips leaving me entranced like a Hindu snake dance. My right hand is slowly creeping towards my growing bulge.
All thoughts of the fact this was a fresh 19-year-old femboy left my mind and I simply said, "yes." He climbed on top of me and his body was like putty in my hands. I felt his breath on my neck and it sends shivers down my spine. This wasn't a boy or a femboy, this was pure sex in my hands. I grab hold of his ass and I elicited a low growl at the feel of his tight, smooth ass.
"Use my little body however you want. I know it's been a long time for you. I can take it. Use me." Harper whispers into my ear. He nibbles at my ear lobe and licks the length of my ear. It was a weird, unfamiliar sensation but it made me even hornier.