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Jay, Part 2 (The Honeyboi)After that night at Herbert’s, Jay and I became a couple; I just went home with him that night, and basically never left. My mom was cool with it, even though she didn’t like me hanging out with Jay in the beginning. She had been around, and she knew Jay was a “chicken hawk,” as she called him. At that time she was in denial about my sexual identity – even though her lover – Monica had been calling me a sissy as long as she’d known me. I mean, mom knew there was some kind of problem with me because, unlike most of the guys I had grown up with, I had not morphed into a young man after the onset of puberty. Where they all – to one degree or another – had become men – muscle, hair on their bodies, deeper voices, manly jaws – my development had been more in line with that of the girls in my school. I still had the small face with a heart shaped chin, almost no body hair, instead of muscle development, my body became softer, more curvy, and my voice still sounded a lot like it always had. But the worst thing was, I developed a pair of breasts. After a couple of years, on advice of the school nurse, she took me to an endocrinologist. After examining me and running tests, she told mom that my body was overproducing the female hormone estrogen. They discussed hormone replacement therapy for me, but the doctor advised that we take a wait and see approach. She said that sometimes this happens in young guys, but that it straightens itself out after a few years. She also asked me if I was gay, saying it was ok and nothing to be ashamed of. I remember my face getting hot as I turned beet red from embarrassment, because it was almost as if she somehow knew I had been secretly cross dressing at home.Jay kept bugging me to tell my mom that we were a couple. He didn’t want there to be any complications, and he knew my mom was gay too. Mom was a dancer in San Francisco, and she spent most of her time there, bursa escort coming home on weekends, which for her was Mondays and Tuesdays. She had met Monica at the club. She was a black woman with a shaved head and lots of tats. After getting with Monica, who had a very loud and aggressive personality, mom began shaving her head too, and soon had a lot of body tats. Anyway, one day soon after we began living together, Jay insisted we confront my mom with our situation. When she heard she took a deep breath and hugged me close. “I knew it,” she said, before turning to Jay. “Don’t you ever hurt him,” she told Jay, who promised that he would not. If mom had known what my life would be like with Jay she would have never let me pack my things and go. I was old enough to quit school, which I didn’t like anyway. Jay told me school wasn’t for me, that he’d be taking care of me from now on.Initially our relationship was like a lot of new couples. We were in a “honeymoon” stage – overly affectionate, loving, and like most new couples, our sex life was HOT! We had sex several times a day – we were always horny. I remember I used to hold Jay’s penis while he urinated. I had always mostly sat to pee, I guess because I had no male influence growing up, but Jay thought it was cute. But very quickly the dynamic changed, and Jay became pretty strict with me, ordering me around, yelling at me when I fucked up, even grabbing me and shaking me during arguments. Then he began slapping me. I just figured that, in our relationship, someone had to be the husband, and someone else the wife. And there was no doubt who was who in our situation. I mean, Jay was always apologetic after a fight, especially if he had given me a black eye or a fat lip, and the makeup sex was really hot. In some ways it excited me when he got angry and hit me, because it made me feel secure in the sense that I knew he loved me. I had seen the same dynamic in bursa escort bayan my mother’s relationship with Monica – who was definitely the “man” in that.One night Jay took me to the city to a club called Port Authority. I was young, and I looked even younger, but the staff knew Jay, and my going in was never a problem. In fact I saw a lot of very young guys in there – always twinks – like me. They’d be in there with their “Daddies – usually ultra masculine guys wearing leather vests and pants. Jay dressed like that too, but he told me to just wear a pair of really short jeans cutoffs, sandals and a tank top. On my first visit there I was shocked when I went to use the bathroom. I was dimly lit, and at first I didn’t see the twink. Then I noticed him – a white twink with a shaved head, and tats. I was so surprised when I saw that he was chained to the toilet bowl by a pair of leg cuffs – one cuff around his ankle, and the other around a large pipe. He smiled at me lewdly, and I was so weirded out that I hurriedly pissed and went back to the bar. On the way home I asked Jay what the deal was with the twink in the bathroom. He told me that the twink was what was known as a “Honeyboi.” Jay said that honeybois belonged to some daddy who volunteered them for toilet service, which basically meant that they were there to suck cock, drink piss, even get fucked, by any Bull who wanted to do them.As time passed, I couldn’t get the idea of the honeybois, being told by their men to perform this service. I mean, I was young, but I was a male, and queer as you get. Twinks like me understand pretty quickly that they are under the domination of their men. Most twinks are very young, skinny, and submissive – all which applied to me – and my relationship with Jay. Every time we had sex, I’d bring up the honeyboi thing, and one night Jay asked me to “work the toilet” at the Port Authority. He told me that a lot of guys had been escort bursa asking him when he was gonna turn me out. Jay knew that the idea of it was making me hot, and that I had been hinting around about being a honeyboi.On the ride to the city I was both excited and nervous about what I had gotten myself into. If I had any doubts or regrets, it was too late now. Jay had called and set me up for the weekend shift – Friday night through Sunday night. What I didn’t realize was that once I was put into lockdown – chained naked to the toilet – I would stay that way all weekend. Also, because I was Jay’s twink, he was only there to transfer custody of me to the club, after that he would be leaving and wouldn’t return until 3 a.m. Monday morning!After Jay left, Ed, one of the managers took me to the bathroom. He had been always very nice to me in the past, and had even been joking with me and Jay earlier. But now he acted mean. He was very strict as he gripped my upper arm and led me to the bathroom. “take your shit off,” he said shortly. I hurriedly undressed but kept my tennis shoes on. “don’t fuck around,” he raised his voice. “I said take your shit OFF! EVERYTHING -shoes too!” When I was completely nude, he took the leg cuffs and chained me to the pipe. Remember, NO complaints. I hear any complaints and I will slap you silly – got it?” I nodded dumbly, lowering my head. For the next three nights I got to experience a mixture of both Heaven and Hell on earth. I was treated as a complete sub-human. I sucked so much cock my jaws were sore. I drank literally gallons of cum and urine, and my anus was raw and swollen from all the men who had fucked me. Ed had given me a dirty rag from the bar to wipe myself if there was too much cum in my ass. I worked a 12 hour shift for 3 nights straight, and after the club closed, they hosed me down and gave me an old mattress to sleep on – my face inches away from the base of the toilet bowl. That was my “turn out” as a whore. After that there was no more little innocent faggot, fantasizing about being her man’s little “wife;” I was a whore now, and Jay knew exactly that this is what would happen.
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