Theron stepped back, adjusting his robe with a satisfied nod as Kai panted on the cushions, the glow in his azure eyes slowly fading. The weight of the visions – Theron’s secrets, the sanctuaries, the government ties – pressed against his mind, but the warmth lingering inside him was a different kind of burden. Theron’s voice broke the silence, firm yet calm. “Get dressed. You’re coming with me.”
Kai’s hands trembled as he pulled on his tight black bodysuit, the fabric clinging to his still-sensitive skin, and slipped the holographic jacket over his shoulders. The choker felt tighter now, a reminder of his new reality. Theron led him out of the sanctuary, through the hidden panel, and back into the neon-lit alley. A sleek, unmarked hovercar waited, its engines humming softly. They climbed in, and the city blurred past as they headed away from the pulsing heart of Athens toward a remote villa, its silhouette rising against the stormy horizon.
The villa loomed large, its high walls topped with guarded gates that slid open silently. Inside, the air was warmer, scented with exotic incense, and the halls glowed with soft holographic lights embedded in the walls. Kai followed Theron through winding corridors, his legs still shaky from the earlier intensity, until they reached a grand entrance where Lirien awaited.
She stood with her silver-streaked hair catching the light, her flowing robe swaying as she stepped forward. Her warm brown eyes met Kai’s, and a gentle smile curved her lips. “Welcome, Kai, to your new home,” she said, her voice a soothing melody that eased the tension in his chest. “From now on, you’ll reside here, in the new dormitories, with the others like you – the gifted ones.”
Kai glanced around, noticing faint shadows moving in the distance – other femboys, their forms petite and graceful, lounging or observing from the edges of the room. The dormitory stretched before him, a luxurious space with plush bedding and glowing runes etched into the walls, a stark contrast to the cold streets he’d known.
Lirien guided Kai to a private corner of the dormitory, her presence warm and enveloping as she closed the door behind them. Her silver-streaked hair caught the soft glow of the runes, and her eyes held his with a gentle intensity. “Kai,” she began, her voice a soothing cadence, “you should feel privileged. You were chosen from countless femboys out there, a rare gem among many. Life is harsh for those boys outside – struggling, unprotected – while here, you’re given care and provision.”
She gestured around the luxurious space, her tone reassuring. “We have staff who tend to all the femboys weekly, ensuring your needs are met. There’s a tailored diet and exercise program to keep you perfect, and a psychological adjustment program to help you embrace this new reality. Many boys still wrestle with inner conflicts about their masculinity, unable to fully liberate themselves. I should know – I’m a psychologist, the overseer of this department.”
Kai’s eyes widened slightly as she continued. “You won’t pay a thing. All expenses are covered by a covert government fund, a secret lifeline for this place. But this care comes with a purpose. Your repayment will be companionship with specific gentlemen we designate – prominent men, often guests from foreign governments, who visit this villa discreetly. These rooms are designed for their… fetishes, where they indulge with femboys like you.”
Her gaze softened, yet carried an edge of expectation. “Given your gift, Kai, any information you glean from the man who takes you – secrets revealed through your charisma – you’ll share with our family here. This is how you contribute, how you thrive among us.”
Kai shifted uncomfortably, his azure eyes searching Lirien’s face as the weight of her words settled over him. After a moment’s pause, he found his voice, hesitant but curious. “What… what kind of things will these guests do to me? Will they hurt me? And… can I leave someday, if I want to?”
Lirien’s expression softened, but her gaze remained steady, almost pitying. “Leaving whenever you wish isn’t possible, Kai. Not once you’re part of this project. You should have realized that by now.” She paused, letting the words sink in. “Of course, you have the right to return to your old life… but I doubt a kind fate awaits you out there. You’re alone, unprotected, with no one to care for you. I know things about you – about the family you left behind – that you might not expect.” Her tone carried a hint of knowing, a clear sign she’d done her homework, digging into his past with unsettling precision.
She leaned closer, her posture shifting into an unconventional maternal sensuality, her voice dropping to a warm, intimate whisper. “Embrace your nature, Kai. You’re exquisite – that pert little ass, your delicate cock, those captivating blue eyes, and this perfect frame. You were made for this, and it’s a gift to be cherished.”
Kai fell silent, his mind racing as he processed her words. After a few minutes of quiet contemplation, he nodded slowly. “Alright… I’ll stay.”
Lirien’s face lit up with delight, a maternal pride gleaming in her eyes. “Wonderful, my dear!” She rose gracefully, guiding him into a ritualistic, almost initiatory moment. She stepped close, her hand gently cupping Kai’s small cock with a tender touch. Leaning over, she let a careful stream of saliva fall from her lips, letting it drip onto him with deliberate care – no malice, just a symbolic act. Her eyes locked with his as she murmured, “Now it’s your turn.”
Kai met her gaze, his breath hitching, and mimicked her gesture, letting his own saliva fall onto her hand in a quiet acceptance. The air between them thickened with the weight of the moment.
Lirien smiled warmly, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his cheek, her touch maternal yet charged. “Rest now, my sweet,” she whispered, guiding him to a plush bed as if tucking in a small child. She pulled the covers over him, her presence lingering until his eyes fluttered shut.
The next morning, Kai woke to the soft chime of his dormitory alarm, the events of the previous night still echoing in his mind. Dressed in a tight black thong and a cropped tank top that hugged his petite frame, he made his way to the villa’s gym. The space was empty, save for the hum of high-tech equipment – no other femboys in sight. Each had their own scheduled time with a personal trainer, a privilege of their curated existence. As Kai stepped inside, his eyes landed on Darius, his 35-year-old trainer. Tall and muscular, with a chiseled jaw and a smirk that promised trouble, Darius moved with a predatory grace. Kai felt a sudden heat surge through him, his cock twitching in the snug fabric, but he clenched his jaw, fighting to hide the growing bulge.
Darius approached, his voice a low growl. “Let’s get you started, pretty thing. We’re focusing on your assets today – glute strength, hip flexibility, all the moves that make a girl like you irresistible.” He guided Kai through a series of exercises tailored for feminine curves: deep squats to sculpt his ass, lunges that stretched his thighs wide, and pelvic tilts that made his hips sway enticingly. Then came his own additions – slow, deliberate leg lifts that arched Kai’s back, forcing his ass to jut out, and a provocative bridge pose where Kai had to thrust his pelvis upward, his thong riding up to expose more of his smooth skin.
As Kai moved through the reps, sweat beading on his brow, Darius stepped closer, his breath hot against Kai’s neck. Suddenly, a firm hand gripped Kai’s hip, and a thick finger probed at his tight little asshole, slipping inside with a slow, deliberate push. Kai gasped, his body tensing as Darius began to finger-fuck him, the digit sliding in and out, teasing that sensitive spot deep within. “You getting hard for me, boy?” Darius rumbled, his voice dripping with lust.
Kai’s face flushed, his cock now straining painfully against the thong, and he nodded shyly, a soft whimper escaping his lips. Darius grinned, pushing his finger deeper, curling it just right. “Good. Now cum in those tight little panties for me. Let it all out.” The command sent a jolt through Kai, the dirty talk and the relentless probing pushing him over the edge. He couldn’t hold back – his body shuddered, a hot rush spilling into the fabric, soaking his underwear with sticky release as he moaned, legs trembling.
Darius pulled his finger out with a satisfied chuckle, wiping it on a towel. “Go clean up in the locker room, slut. Shower’s waiting.” Kai staggered to his feet, the wet mess clinging to him, and shuffled toward the steamy bathroom, his mind a haze of shame and lingering arousal.
Kai stumbled into the steamy bathroom, the wet fabric of his thong clinging to his thighs, the sticky mess of his release a humiliating reminder of his earlier climax. The sound of the shower’s cascading water filled the air as he leaned against the tiled wall, trying to catch his breath. But the door creaked open, and Darius followed him in, his muscular frame glistening with a sheen of sweat that made his skin gleam like polished marble under the dim lights.
“On your knees, pretty boy,” Darius growled, his voice a husky command that sent a shiver down Kai’s spine. He grabbed Kai by the shoulders, forcing him down onto the wet floor, the tiles cold against his knees. “I’m sweaty as hell after that workout. Clean my cock with that sweet little mouth of yours.” Kai’s eyes widened, but the heat in Darius’s gaze and the musky scent of his sweat-dampened groin overwhelmed his hesitation. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the thick, pulsing length as he began to lick, tasting the salty tang of sweat mixed with raw masculinity. His tongue danced along the veined shaft, lapping up every bead of moisture, the act both degrading and intoxicating.
Darius groaned, his hands tangling in Kai’s damp hair, guiding him deeper. “That’s it, suck it clean,” he rasped, then thrust forward, burying his cock deep into Kai’s throat with a forceful plunge. The intrusion stretched Kai’s lips wide, the head slamming against the back of his throat, a rhythm of deep, relentless thrusts that left him gagging and drooling. Each plunge was like a claiming, Darius’s shaft slick with Kai’s saliva, sliding in and out with a wet, obscene squelch.
After several punishing thrusts, Darius’s breathing hitched, his body tensing. Without warning, he erupted, a hot, thick flood of cum shooting straight down Kai’s throat, filling him so completely that not a drop escaped. Kai’s eyes watered, his throat convulsing around the load, but Darius held him there, a wicked grin on his lips. “Part of your training, boy,” he murmured, his voice dripping with dark satisfaction. He stood still, locking eyes with Kai, a twisted smile playing on his face as he began to piss, the warm stream pouring directly into Kai’s gullet. Kai couldn’t taste it – Darius’s cock was lodged too deep – but he felt it, a heavy, liquid rush filling his stomach, bloating it with an alien warmth that made his head spin.
Darius finally pulled out with a single, sharp motion, his cock slipping free with a wet pop. Kai choked, gagging violently, his throat raw as he coughed up muffled cries, saliva and traces of cum dribbling down his chin. His stomach churned, the strange fullness making him sway.
Darius knelt beside him, his touch almost paternal as he wiped Kai’s face with a towel, his voice softening with an odd pride. “You did fucking amazing, kid. Took it all like a champ.” He patted Kai’s shoulder, offering a rare smile. “I’ll write Lirien a glowing report about your performance – how you swallowed every last drop. You’re gonna make us proud.”
Darius knelt beside him, his touch almost paternal as he wiped Kai’s face with a towel, his voice softening with an odd pride. “You did fucking amazing, kid. Took it all like a champ.” He patted Kai’s shoulder, offering a rare smile. “I’ll write Lirien a glowing report about your performance – how you swallowed every last drop. You’re gonna make us proud.” Before leaving, Darius paused at the door, glancing back with a knowing look. “If you feel sick, go puke it out in the toilet. Your call.”
Kai nodded weakly, his throat still raw, the strange fullness in his stomach a lingering reminder of what had transpired. He staggered to his feet and made his way back to his dormitory room, the cool air of the villa brushing against his damp skin. The door slid shut behind him, and he collapsed onto the plush sofa, his body sinking into the cushions. As he lay there, a slick mixture of cum and piss dripped slowly from his lips, trailing down his chin in a lewd, glistening streak. Yet, instead of tormenting his mind, the sensation drew him deeper into surrender, a twisted acceptance settling over him like a warm blanket.
Alone now, Kai made a silent pact with himself. Despite Darius’s suggestion, he deliberately avoided the toilet, refusing to purge. He wanted to digest it all – to let the raw, filthy heat of his arousal settle into his core, to embrace the depravity that fueled his new existence. His thoughts drifted to Darius’s enthusiastic praise and the thrill Lirien would feel tomorrow when she heard of his obedience. A faint smile tugged at his lips as exhaustion overtook him. Still clad in his soaked thong, with the sticky mess clinging to his skin, he stretched out on the sofa and drifted into sleep, fully surrendered to the night’s events.
End of Chapter 3
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