FEMBOY MEETS A MASTER by Throne (Patreon)

FEMBOY MEETS A MASTER by Throne

Jonni had it all.  He was 19, slender, and could effortlessly look and act feminine.  That enabled him to keep several adoring, middle-aged men dangling on his whims.  He received multiple 'allowances', they paid his rent, and he collected lots of expensive gifts.  What he gave in return was extremely limited.  They were allowed to visit, admire him and, when his moods dictated, touch him.  The most generous ones got touched by his slim fingers, but never as much as they desired.  His favored meeting place was an exclusive club where he would appear in brief tops, miniskirts, patterned stockings, designer heels and such.  He loved to show off his jewelry when he was there.  His make-up was impeccably done.  On this particular evening he had on a sleeveless top of some shiny silver material, red Carpi pants that seemed to be painted on, and tan pumps with low heels.  The top didn't quite reach the pants, giving peeks of his pale flat abdomen when he moved.  He enjoyed playing his eager suitors off against each other.  It was his habit to act bored and flip back his long blond hair, while sitting on a chair-backed bar stool and sipping some exotic drink.

Then Cutter appeared.  He was tall and very fit, with dark hair and flashing eyes.  His outfit was a simple, short-sleeve sport shirt in pale green, navy-blue slacks, and comfortable black loafers.

Next to Jonni at the bar right then was Mika, another femboy.  Mika said, "Look at that new face... and body."

"Not my type," pointed out Jonni, "though he does appear to be in the money."

"Well, you probably couldn't land him anyway."

"Feh.  I could get my hooks into him right now and dump him an hour later."

"Okay, you've got a bet."  Mika mentioned a bottle of extremely expensive champagne as the stakes.

Jonni huffed.  "I have better things to do with my time."

"Fine, if you don't have what it takes."

"Really?  Alright.  You're on.  And you might as well chill that bottle now, because I'll be toasting myself with it in a few hours."

Jonni swiveled his chair toward the newcomer, who was nearing him.  When Cutter got close enough, Jonni said, "Hey.  Buy a girl a drink?"

"Your glass is still full," the handsome guy remarked casually.  "Maybe next time."

He kept going and took a seat at the end of the bar.

Mika announced, "I can already taste that bubbly."

"Don't uncork your bottle before you've won it."  He drained his glass and put on his best seductive face.  The alcohol he had consumed so abruptly went to his head.  Jonni slid off his stool and moved toward Cutter.  As he passed one of his regulars, the middle-aged man tried to engage him but he ignored the overture.  There was an empty spot next to Cutter and Jonni took it.  He waited a few moments and, when there was no response, said, "I'm without a drink now.  You have my permission to buy me one."

Cutter signaled the bartender.  "I'll have a whiskey and soda."  He paused.  When he didn't add anything else, the server turned away to prepare his order.

Stung by the slight but knowing Mika was watching him, Jonni said, "Well, that was rude."

"I think that guy who tried to buttonhole you would be thrilled to get you a cherry cola or whatever."

Jonni was steamed.  When the bartender returned, the femboy ordered for himself, another of what he had so hurriedly finished, and specified that it be put on his tab, which one of his admirers would settle later.  He stuck his nose in the air and ignored Cutter, who acted fine with that as he savored a sip of his own drink.  Jonni was aware that the mixologist was taking in the details of this mini-drama.  That man was usually discrete and didn't share the details of anyone else's interactions, but he was also aware of Jonni's reputation and would probably make an exception to gossip about this encounter.  Taking a swallow from his glass, the femboy turned his gaze on Cutter.

"I'm Jonni, with an 'i'.  You think you're too good for me," he said, patting his pale hair.

"Nope.  Just not interested.  My name's Cutter."

"If you're don't want someone like me, why are you in here?"

"You know," Cutter said, peering down the length of the bar, "your friend might be more my type.  Maybe you could introduce us."

"Her?"  Jonni sniffed derisively.  "She's not worth the effort."

"And what are you worth?"

"Well, I'm worth plenty to generous types."

"That leaves me out.  Maybe you should finish your drink and see what's happening on the street."

Jonni was insulted but tried not to let it show.  What was this guy's game?  Would he really prefer Mika?  Feeling more challenged that ever, Jonni said, "Maybe if you got a sample, you'd see it differently."

"Could be.  Does this place have private rooms or do you work outside the back door?"

"Shut up," he said without raising his voice, and then tugged down his miniskirt.

"Why?  Are you afraid to have your reputation damaged?"

Unfamiliar sensations ran through Jonni.  He wasn't used to having someone not only resist his charms but also talk that way to him.  It made him feel... attracted.  Like Cutter was worth pursuing.  He was trying to think of some way to go further with him but not compromise his strict limits.  If he could control the stranger, maybe get him started and then leave him, Jonni would feel vindicated.  He took another drink and realized it was getting low.  Cutter gestured to the bartender and pointed to the femboy's glass.  Moments later a fresh drink appeared.  Taking that as a peace offering, which built his confidence back up, Jonni relaxed... and kept drinking.  Soon he was feeling emboldened enough to resume his tactics.  He gave Cutter his best come-hither face and even licked his lips, trying not to overdo it.

"So," the big man said, "you think we should get together?"

"Maybe."  Jonni liked to play hard-to-get.

"And they have rooms upstairs?"

Jonni sensed victory within his reach.  With half-lidded eyes he said, "Yes they do."  He was already picturing himself getting Cutter all worked up and then walking out on him.

"You know," Cutter told him, "I see you more as the back-alley type."

That infuriated the femboy but he held in his emotions.  He would throw the other off balance by going along with his idea, though only so far.  "You want to go out back?  Fine."  He finished his old drink and started in on the new one.

"No hurry."

Jonni wasn't used to his prey being so unexcited.  "Sure."  He raised his glass.

They sat in silence for several minutes.  Those around them, however, were speaking a lot, in hushed voices.  Everyone could see that something unusual was taking place.  Mika leaned over the bar and tried to catch Jonni's eye, but the other femboy was focused on Cutter.   It went on like that until Cutter was done with his drink.  Then he got up and started walking.  Not sure what to do, Jonni followed him.  They went through a curtain and into the storeroom.  At the back door the confident man put his hand on the knob.

He told Jonni, "I think you'd really like to go outside with me, into the delivery alley.  You want to get down on your knees, between a couple of dumpsters, and give me your best blowjob.  Or you can just say no and walk away.  I don't care either way.  You're probably out of practice from not having a cock between your lips for too long.  Or maybe it's like riding a bicycle, so that once you learn how, you never forget."  He smiled.  "It's up to you."

Cutter opened the door and stepped out.  The wide alley, big enough to accommodate trucks bringing merchandise and supplies to businesses, was filthy.

Jonni said, "I'll go out there with you.  We can talk about this."

"Is that what you think is going to happen?  Talking?"  He moved to the side, holding open the door.

Aware of the alternative, of going back into the club, and having to talk about what had happened, Jonni chose to enter the alley.  The space was dimly lit by a few security lights, high on the walls.  The femboy tugged down his skimpy top, which reflected the nearest light.  Cutter went between the club's dumpster and the one next to it.  Jonni followed uncertainly, stepping between pieces of trash.  There was a faint unpleasant odor in the air.  The sounds of passing traffic came from either end of the alley, which was the length of a city block.  As if in a trance, Jonni followed into the deep shadows.  Cutter was standing with his feet planted well apart, his shoulders back, and his chin held high.  The femboy sought some weak point into which he could drive a wedge, to get through that confidence the man projected.   Cutter's self-assurance threw Jonni off his game.  Worse, it made him remember his own early experiences, in which he hadn't been so high and mighty as he was now.

"Well?" Cutter wanted to know.

The last of Jonni's willpower evaporated.  He sank to his knees, without being able to see what was under him or how unclean it might be.  In the dimness he fumbled with Cutter's belt, the catch on his trousers, and his fly.  He got everything undone and tugged down the garment.  Stylish designer shorts made it plain that what they concealed was of an impressive size.  Without meaning to, Jonni licked his lips.  He gingerly lowered the shorts and was not disappointed.  Cutter's cock was lengthy and girthy, with a heavy knob.  The femboy touched it reverently, all thoughts of besting the man gone.  He tilted his body forward so he could kiss it.  Jonni shuffled on his knees to get intimately close to the impressive male attribute, which had partly engorged.  Impulsively, he raised it and enclosed the head with his mouth.  A wave of submissiveness flowed through the kneeling young man.  It was something he hadn't felt for a long time.  He moaned softly to himself as the meat between his lips swelled.  Jonni sucked and, as he did it, knew that he was passing a point from which there might be no returning.  In that instant he didn't care.  All he could do was suck and swirl, to be rewarded with Cutter reaching his full penis dimensions, which were enviable indeed.

"That's my good little bitch," the standing man said.  "You're going to do a real nice job, aren't you?"

Jonni turned his eyes upward.  Cutter was gazing down at him with an unreadable expression.

The femboy took his mouth off the cock only long enough to say, "Yes, Sir."  Then he got right back to work, demonstrating that his deep-throat skills were still fully functional.  All that was a clear sign of his capitulation.

Jonni's head went up and down, as he took Cutter all the way to his heavy balls.  The formerly stuck-up fellator even got his head down low enough to lap the large scrotum.  He kissed the insides of the man's thighs.  Then his focus returned to the long thick cock and stayed there.  All of his old tricks came back to him.  Hands and mouth worked in tandem to give the most pleasure without rushing the finish.  Cutter exhaled loudly, which Jonni took as a compliment.  The big man's grunts signaled that he was about to erupt.  Jonni drew back until only the fat knob was in his mouth.  He sucked like his life depended on it and kept one hand stroking.  With a jerk of his hips, Cutter exploded inside the androgyne's mouth, forcing him to swallow several times.  The taste of spunk, which he hadn't known for a long time, sent powerful messages to his mind.  He kept working on that heavy unit until it was fully drained.  Remembering something that he had done in the past, he opened his mouth wide and tilted back his head, to display the load of cream on his tongue.  Some had gotten on his lips and chin, though he didn't remember that happening.  Still in a daze, he gulped down what he could and worshipfully kissed Cutter's tool several times.

The sated man said, "Now put it away, slut."

Jonni reversed the process of exposing the cock, watching longingly as it vanished.  Cutter took him under the arms and stood him up.  

He told the femboy, "Get those pants down to your ankles."

Unsure of what was going to happen, but unable to stop himself, Jonni did as he was told.  Suddenly Cutter had one hand under that silver top and the other between the femboy's legs, on his smooth hairless crotch.  Jonni gasped.  His dick had already been hard but not it became achingly so.  He jerked his hips against Cutter's expertly manipulating hand.  Jonni's nipples responded powerfully to being toyed with.  Cutter got his mouth next to Jonni's ear and began to whisper to him.

"Nothing but a tramp."  "Not worthy of those men who support you."  "In this alley, where you belong."  "Have a lot of paying back to do."

The whimpering femboy could only moan his agreement.  He was undergoing a drastic change.  The taste of spunk was thick on his tongue.  His knees went weak.  Cutter let him go and Jonni collapsed into a heap in the dirty alley.  As the dominating man left him, the femboy slowly gathered himself up and got to his feet, dragging his soiled slacks upward as he rose.  He pulled down on his disarranged top and tried to fluff up his hair.  He rubbed his face, heedless of what might be on his hands.

When Jonni re-entered the bar, Cutter was back in his previous seat, with a fresh drink in front of him.  Everyone turned to watch the femboy as he emerged from the stock room.  His hair was mussed, his make-up smeared, his clothes out of place, and cream on his lips and lower face.  He blinked in the light of the club and moved slowly toward the bar.  Mika was chatting up a cute guy.  There was one seat open.  Jonni took it.  He turned to the unfamiliar middle-aged patron next to him.

"Buy a girl a drink?"

The man sniffed the air and turned his face away.  Jonni turned to the other side, where one of his regulars waited.  The femboy repeated his familiar opening line but was met with negotiations.  The well-dressed man said he could rent a room upstairs for an hour, but that he didn't expect any of Jonni's usual holding back.  As if that wasn't bad enough, he insisted on having two of his friends, also patrons of the femboy, be invited.  Jonni acquiesced immediately.  The other two men happily agreed to join them.  The hour stretched into two and afterwards Jonni was never the same.  He lost his power over his former admirers.  What had been undone could not be reestablished.  The femboy's status sank lower and lower.

A week after Cutter's first appearance he showed up again.  Jonni immediately abandoned the guy he was trying to cadge drinks from and went to the tall man.  They moved directly to the alley.  A surprisingly short time later they returned.  Jonni's mini-dress was hiked up in back, exposing the firm ovals of his bottom.  Between his buttocks everyone could see cum, which was also on his inner thighs, above the tops of his fishnet stockings.  His belly shirt was pushed up in back.  He had his panties in one hand and his trashy shoes in the other.  His gait had gone from sensual to pained as he spotted Mika and made a beeline to him.  The other femboy straightened Jonni's clothes and bought him a strong drink.  Cutter left shortly after that and hasn't been seen in the club since.

There were questions left unanswered.  Had Cutter been summoned by someone who Jonni had wronged?  Or was he simply on the prowl and desirous of bringing the arrogant femboy down to a lowly state?  Or was it something else?

And what about Jonni?  How did he feel about his fall from the heights?  There were two theories.  One was that he hated his new role of being available to anyone whose eye he caught.  The other was that Cutter had awakened something in the femboy and put him in touch with his true self, and that he relished being taken upstairs or, better yet, to the dark alley.  Opinions were pretty evenly divided between those two possibilities.

Sometimes the truth can't be established.  But a lot of guys are happy to have full access to Jonni, who they remember from his earlier unattainable times.

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