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Bwen and Gwen	By : TimedWatcher Category: +1 through F > Ben 10 Views: 42419 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Their long limbed bodies fought and wrestled, falling over eachother trying to keep up the double stacked cousin sandwich he had ordered.
There was fumbling and a bit of arguing as they collapsed again. "Ben! Lemme-stop moving!"
"Gweeeeeeen-" The girlyboy whined back, just wanting to be dicked down already.
He pointed before he finished his thought. "You, on top of her." He just wanted to fuck one of them, it didn't matter who in that moment.
"I can't believe you're making us do this." Gwen complained on hands and knees. Bwen of course didn't argue as he crawled on to her.
"Who knew you'd weigh more, Gwen." He joked.
Gwen clicked her tongue and sighed her annoyance at him.
Heck, he remembered when both their chests were just as flat as one anothers.
They had started with Bwen on the bottom with Gwen on top, but Bwen was too weak to keep her steady.
Bwen's fat ass crested above Gwen's tighter one, her locked caged clitty obscuring Gwen's pucker and Bwen's 'pussy' almost as appealing as the real thing between her plump cheeks.
He plunged himself violently into Bwen, the sound of mac and cheese stirring as he squished into Bwen's guts; the build up of lube and some of his old cum making the insertion that much more audibly noticable.
Bwen's anus pulsed, 'biting back' with a snugness. That tightness catching him off guard and causing him to wince. "Oooooh, fffffuuuuck..."
Yet it was a big mistake. "OooOoow, oooW, oWoooW..." Girlish mewling that was a mix of pain and pleasure left Bwen -- the kinda high pitched whine that only a castrated bitch like she could make.
After a couple of pumps, he had to stop or he'd cum way too early, his member slickened as he retrieved himself and Bwen's anus was left gaping. "Okay Gwen, your turn."
Slipping it between her coinslot lips, Gwen was a lot more muted with her response to his length, a coy expression mixed with some escalating exhales.
A jealous Bwen's green eyes shifted up and down, looking over her shoulder, seemingly nervous and maybe knowing fucking Gwen was far easier because she was actually built for it, unlike herself.
He then started intersplicing between them, giving Gwen's slit a few pumps before slipping it out then fucking Bwen's asshole with one over the top stab, and despite it's overuse, her asshole still surprisingly clung to him harder than Gwen ever did.
He wanted to breed Gwen, but Bwen wouldn't let go. "Gwen-UUUUNGH" He unloaded deep inside Bwen's pussy and a giddy Bwen swirled her buns back and forth atop Gwen, making sure she got all of it and as if to remind Gwen that she didn't.
Gwen's eyelids sliced, eyebrows furrowed. "Tch, ugh -- you're still a little twerp, Bwen."
=================
You awoke with an unbelievable hard-on, one that even annoyed you for its existence.
And you turned slightly towards the sleeping Ben, now huddled at your side after shifting around in the backseat of your car.
Subtly, you pried him off.
You nearly spilled out onto your ass while stepping out of your car, a bit wobbly legged and numb, you used your weight to swing off it for a moment before recollecting yourself. The brisk morning air helped tamp down that feeling of grogginess you had earned from last night.
You bounced your hand off your tent.
You needed relief from this thing.
Pulling it out, there was a rankness from your taint up to the tip; that lack of a morning shower and having buttfucked Ben yesterday both adding up.
Still...
Like the world's worst prank, you slapped down your cock and balls on his young sleeping face, your shaft sliding like a snail, leaving sweaty trails underneath. Ben was already slightly unkempt and messy looking, his face moist from a combination of heat from your dick and your sweaty balls, you almost felt bad for doing it -- but there was something about a sleeping Ben and having your cock all over his face and touching his lips when he wasn't expecting it that was almost as good as the theater BJ.
Disarmed... so relaxed and so barely conscious, maybe having a dream that he was the one that got to fuck Gwen for change, but that wasn't his reality, and you wanted to give him a refresher on the reality of things:
Ben was yours...
... were you forgetting-
And so was Gwen!
Right...
Ben scowled at the taste and smell of your prick, after you had dragged it all over, leaving a sheen behind. "Ugh, dude, what?" It started with half an eye struggling to open, then his nose cinching and his tooth and gums exposing in confused disgust.
You lorded over Ben, despite that tired look on your face.
The musk was revolting... but what was he gonna do? Say no?
What if the older boy just left him here...
Ben imagined himself pantsless, maybe even shoeless, out here, alone.
Ben remembered that night when the older boy slept over and assfucked him against his will.
The Tennyson boy aggressively took to your hardness, fanning his fingers over it and smearing the stink of it against the side of his lip, nose and cheek, like your spongey tip was giving off refreshing morning dew.
"Wait, I wanna try something." You swung Ben smoothly across the backseat, hanging his head over the side. You postured yourself awkwardly above him, your hand death gripping your erection. "Open." You simply commanded as you then dipped your balls into his mouth, jerking yourself as you did. There was an instant suckling smacking as his lips ran off your hanging nuts, his teeth probably flossing on your curlies. With you easily at your grossest, Ben didn't seem to mind, which, oh my god, if Gwen had to deal with this, you wouldn't hear the end of it.
"That's it, that's it..." You hungrily gasped to yourself, hoping it encouraged the little bitch.
Part of you wished you didn't have to respect Gwen, as she'd be great as your ball draining slut in the mornings, but Ben would have to do until...
Until...
You really weren't sure.
You switched targets, your meat back in his mouth. You fucked Ben with his head hanging upside down and it wasn't long before you had to go off. "Oh Ben I'm cummin, I'm cummin, I'm cummin!" You splashed wet and warm on the inside of his mouth as you hung onto the car door. You were nearly on your tippy toes as Ben held your hips at bay while taking blast after blast deep down his gullet, feeling the stiffening of Ben's whole body as you fed him your seed. Watching his throat muscles strain and rise like you were an invading alien creature before settling again made you want to do it again.
'Holy FUCK -- what an amazing lil cocksucker...'
Besides a subtle wet streak, there was nothing left of your protein.
Gwen swallowed too, but there was something about the way Ben did it...
You stumbled off to take a piss, and you noticed the vomit patty from yesterday was long gone -- looking like it had been licked clean. Deer or coyotes probably.
When you got back, Ben was sitting straight and buckled up.
You motioned for Ben to sit up front with you. "Yo."
Ben looked out the window, then back to you, almost not even trusting you, but your eyes were forward, not even noticing.
He climbed out and shut the back door. Standing out in the cold for a moment, his shoulders narrowed inward, trying to be quick to open the front, throwing himself in, relieved you didn't take off without him.
Ben started his question by pulling on the seatbelt. "Uh... would you have taken me home anyway if I didn't... you know... suck it?" Clicking it in as you started the car, you refused to answer for awhile as gravel crunched.
You had cleared past the treeline before you finally spoke up, stopping to see if there was any morning traffic on the otherwise desolate road that had a bend in the middle. "Yeah... I woulda... mainly because Gwen would have gotten mad at me." That was a lie.
You woulda taken Ben anywhere he asked.
=================
Ben got a verbal thrashing when he got home.
Even Ben knew on the drive back with you what getting out of your car meant for him, a tenseness in his stomach like the rubber matted floor of your car was gonna give way and he'd fall through it.
A part of him so badly wanted to ask just to stay with you and live in that drunken fantasy you concocted last night.
'Where were you!?'
'We were scared to death, Ben.'
'You're grounded!'
Ben actually teared up a few times with how bad it was.
But as he sank his head into his pillow thinking about you, all his worries stopped.
He was starting to feel more and more like... your girl... which Ben rejected at first, but Ben couldn't think of another way to put it. You weren't like his friend-friend. You weren't like an older brother. You weren't even like a boyfriend like Ben imagined two 'gays' to act.
So ultimately, that's how he thought of himself, even if he'd prefer some other kinda label.
While staring up at the ceiling, arms triangled by his head, he tried thinking of girly versions of the name 'Ben', but none came to mind, or at least none that were any good. 'Benita, Bennifer, Benolina, Bendolyn'
He weakly smirked.
'Bwen'
=================
"Where were you last night? I was trying to call you so I could apologize." Gwen didn't rush to hug him, which he thought was a little odd of her.
Thankfully he was already making up excuses prior, so he was quick. "Oh. Well. I was out with car troubles, sorry."
Gwen then caught him off guard. "Ben's parents asked me where he was last night." His eyes flashed to Gwen before turning back to where he had been looking. "Did you and Ben-"
"No, never! You know I only ever am interested when WE torture the little homo." Gwen lowered her nose, staring up at him through her eyelids; her eye contact not breaking to even blink, as if trying to pierce the veil of his soul.
He threw up his hands. "Alright fine. Me and Ben watched some movies at the theater together that AYE wanted to see. That's it. You not being there just made things easier." Shit. Should he have said it like that? "But I promise, nothing weird happened."
Gwen shifted, her leg arched, her knee close to her face, both hands now wrapped around her ankle. She cocked her head, tuning her chin like a radio dial, trying to intuit his motives.
"Okay. I believe you." That chipper side of Gwen broke the tension. Relief filled his soul, and he kept his expressions to a minimum.
As weird as it was to admit, being under the gun of Gwen kinda turned him on. It was a different side to her. As for a split second, she had all the power.
He finally sat down beside her, feeling a bit more comfortable, but still a bit scooched away.
Gwen shifted towards him, now sitting in his lap with a near weightless quality to her, like she was a chil-
Oh right.
Leaning her head against his chest, he felt her ear roll before she found a good spot, listening to his heartbeat.
Gwen missed when she and him slept like this more often, but he hadn't been over the past couple nights...
With his arms slowly falling around her, securing Gwen in place, he waited a beat before interrupting her faux nap. "What do you want to do?"
"Well, I was gonna say the obvious-" Gwen raised her chin and then shook it from side to side, speaking with a haughty tone. "-but I don't know if I'm in the mood anymore..." Gwen gave him two back to back slow blinks, then adjusted her head down, as if expecting an answer.
"Oh come on, Gwen..." He pressed his thumb into her lower lip, which made her naturally kiss out her pink lips -- but she didn't smooch his fingerprint. Instead, she just kept nudging it even as he pushed back on her, teasing him with what he wanted. "God you're beautiful."
It was like he said the magic words. "Mwah." She finally kissed it.
Gwen was like a kitten in that moment, leading his hand away and finding a position she liked with it, her legs together and on the arm rest, she craned her arm around his neck, creasing her fingers through his long hair.
Gwen couldn't help herself from going further, as an impish playfulness came over her.
On the awkward surface of the couch, she stood up in front of him, her torso obscuring the television. He couldn't help it, checking out her body, and the tips of his fingers could meet on both sides of her. "My god you're tiny..." He lifted her familiar alien cat blouse up, exposing her petiteness.
Gwen bare bottomed herself out of her white capri pants, standing half naked in front of him.
He fingered, or attempted to, finger her pussy, managing to cover it with just his fingerprint, feeling just the barest hint of wetness. "So small... so cute..." He kissed her soft and pink slit, then dragged his tongue down then up again.
"Stoooop, I'm ticklish there!" She pretended to whine. Gwen leaned over him, tousling her fingers through his hair. He didn't relent, as she felt more of his kisses being laid.
"No stop stop stop..." She hissed. "I want the other thing." She rocked her bare and naked hips in the air, making it clearer as to what she wanted.
She crouched down, her arms pointed high up to reach his shoulders.
He freed himself, his erection springing up, her velvet smooth lips now gliding across his cockhead. He teased her nethers, still wondering how he ever fit in the first place.
He braced her by her sweet little ass and her lowered her down onto his pole.
"EEP-eee..." Gwen squeaked as inch by inch slid into her, and like a child in his lap, she was restless, almost to an annoying degree because her elbows and knees poked as she got lower and lower.
Gwen threw her head back huffing for air near silently. "Hoo, hoohoo..." Her top teeth bit into her lower lip, as she felt his cock get snug, and it was like she could picture exactly how it looked inside her, feeling every bit of him.
To his surprise, Gwen began squirming to raise herself up, clenching as she went, but then at the apex, she sunk herself back down, practically impaling herself, Gwen looking stunned at the result.
It seemed like she needed his help.
He clutched her skinny frame to his body, then began jamming upwards into her, and despite how thin she was, every part of her was soft to his touch, from her flat chest to her flabby yet pert ass.
Gwen came to a stop as he finished inside her. "Aieeeeeeeeeuhn!" Gwen squealed out as roughly as she could, still sounding like a chipmunk, her tiny toes curling into the soft cushions.
After catching their breath together, they nuzzled noses, their foreheads pressing, their faces red, but hers was like a beet.
They stared longingly at one another, before she wrapped her arm around his shoulder and neck, practically hanging off him. "Uhm... can you..." She curled some of his hair around her finger, swirling it near his ear. "... drive me to the mall tomorrow after school?"
Of course he would, it was a quick drive, but he wanted to play with her. "What? No movie? But we had soooo much fun last time." He snirked.
"Shut up..." She cast her hand limply and weakly against his shoulder. Gwen then looked off and to the side working up the nerve as she pushed some strands from off her sweaty forehead while she explained "Okay, so: I want to get these new Janelli shoes, and they're debuting at..." She almost didn't want to say it, knowing how far out it was. "Bloomton's."
"Bloomton's?" That was in the other mall... the one way way way across town... "That's quite the drive..." He raised his eyebrows at her, like it was a big ask.
"Pleeeaaaaaaaaase?" She side eyed him halfway into a squint, smiling big and cheesy. "They won't be available elsewhere for maybe a month."
Why was he starting to feel like Gwen's dad?
...
Why did that feel so familiar?
=================
He double checked his surroundings.
Leaning his head into his locker, he took a ninja like swig from a flask, before swinging his head back with a practiced subtlety while sealing it back up and closing his locker.
His eyebrow then arched.
There was a crowd gathering with reticent giggling and distant muffled discussions.
He decided to investigate, otherwise he'd just steal another sip that he should be saving for AFTER he took Gwen to the mall.
He had a big smile on his face, expecting a huge freakshow.
Peeking over Tiffany and Rachael's shoulders, his heart sank.
It was Ben.
Midriff exposed with a knot tied into his shirt, his pants looked like he had intentionally shrunk them in the wash, hugging tightly with his shins on display thanks to his sockless close toed vanilla sandals that were one size too big, like they were his moms or something. He had one of Gwen's hairclips embedded in his hair and a bangle bracelet on his right wrist.
It seemed to be as girlie as Ben could make himself without actual girls clothes.
Yet despite the occasional jeering, Ben seemed confident in his stride.
"Don't make fun." Tiffany whined to another teenaged boy.
Did... did Gwen do this?
He sneered into a snarl, fists balled.
There was an anger in his heart that he had to keep at bay.
If anybody here knew he was fucking this embarrassing faggot, his life would be over.
Ben was his -- to both laugh at and fuck.
Alone in the bathroom together, he pulled in Ben for a hug.
Why the fuck was he hugging him? He wasn't his dad.
He let go, his fingers hitting the side of his temple like he had a headache. "You went to classes dressed like this?"
"Yeah..." Ben replied sheepishly, unable to meet his eyes, staring off and to the side.
He still didn't understand. "What did you say if anybody asked?"
Ben rocked back and forth on his heels and then his toes. "... I lost a bet."
As hot as Ben looked as a girl in that moment, he had to cut to the chase. "Uhm... Ben, we can't... we can't keep meeting."
"Why not?" Ben shouldn't have cared. Who was this guy to him anyway?
"Gwen's gonna find out..." He threw up his hand as he wagged his head no, his eyes almost delirious. "And you know what she's like." His eyebrows shot up. "She would... she would..." He again shook his head, shutting his eyes before he got back to work on developing his headache. "I don't know, but she'd do something."
Ben motioned like a zipper near his face. "Hey, we both got tight lips. What's the problem?"
That flippantness angered him. He wouldn't get into any trouble if they were exposed. They weren't in this together, and he'd have to remind Ben of his place. "Hey. Fag. Show me that-" He grabbed the back of Ben's head and stuffed him nose first into his crotch. "Tight fucking mouth-" There was a snap from the waistline of his pants as he dragged them down, his underwear showing off his bulge, as he forced Ben's nose and mouth into it. He looked down to see the brown haired boy's face partially obscured by his tent.
He hiked down his underwear, and his raging erection could've bruised Ben's face if he were directly in it's line of fire.
"Suck it - suck it-" There was a manic quality to his insistence, his eyes piercing and straining. "You fucking bitch, suck it." He spoke with a shallow breath before throwing his head back as Ben's open mouth wrapped around it. "Awwww, yeah... that's it... that's it Ben, fuck." Snorting his gratification. He wasn't Ben's dad - and for good fucking reason he wasn't his dad, otherwise it'd be considered incest. "You're my cocksucker Ben -- and you'll always be my little cocksucker, won't you?" His insane intensity didn't lessen, like his decree would be considered something biblical passed on from high.
"Hmmph-" Ben nodded and gave his best agreeing monosyllabic response even with a hard dick resting on his tongue that he kept swatting at with it. He stared down into Ben's unfocused eyes and flushed face, as if letting him know what was about to happen, before he thrust forward, hitting the back of his throat. "GRKL-" There was a gurgle from Ben and many more that followed as he his tool nailed down his tonsil over and over. "UHL-UHL-URK-URP"
His dick swabbed into the side of Ben's cheek, forcing out the side of his face, somehow making the boy look even more braindead. Then it happened: His nut came swiftly, blasting across Ben's deliriously face fucked features, as he hoisted and held it in the right spots for Ben to take it, the strands criss crossing from his slobber covered and shining cock.
Ben was about to try and stand up to wash his face, but the older boy pressed down firmly on his shoulder, stifling him, as the younger boy tried to force his way out of it with a dismissive shrug, only for the hold on him to tighten, pinching, reminding Ben of his place.
Ben could only clean himself when he was allowed to, even if his knees were starting to feel sore on the hard surface.
That last bit of Ben's defiance faded quickly, letting the wads drizzle down past his lip.
He scooped up Ben's chin and adjusted him upwards, as droplets began to spill to the floor. "I want to see you in real girls clothes. Your own. I'll buy you some after school. What do you think?"
The boy looked a mess with a man-milk moustache, his short brown hair unkempt with a couple of accidental upright cowlicks.
After school? They said to be home right away and to go straight to his room.
His parents would kill him if he didn't do what they said!
Eyes half lidded, he blinked blankly. "... okay."
=================
He finally took her up here.
They shared a quiet moment together as they stared over the hood of the dashboard.
There was a niggling feeling; the panorama spoiled knowing she wasn't the one who got to see it with him.
Gwen didn't feel like the girl he had hoped for to make this special.
She got pouty lipped. "You still love me, right?"
He hugged her, the conversation on repeat. "Of course, Gwen - of course."
Gross images of the two of them together replayed in her mind -- which she was kinda responsible for, but... it wasn't her fault... they... they took it too far... "You and Ben..."
His tongue bounced off the roof of his mouth as he side eyed her. "-you're the one who got him involved."
She turned on her knees, hand over balled fist which was clutched to her chest. "Okay, no more Ben. Promise me?"
He did.
=================
Gwen was still beaming, the perks of dating an older boy obvious to her when they pulled into the empty space located on the long stretch of car covered blacktop.
Before he could even turn off the engine, she squeezed him into a hug, laying wetness on his cheek. "Thank you-thank you!" Gwen was quick to turn, ready to eject herself from the vehicle.
"Hey hey-" He turned the ignition. "I'll be here, but if I'm not-" He reached into his pocket and thrust out a spare carkey.
"Ah, wow..." She stroked his knuckle before reaching for it, pinching it from his grasp; the tall and thin key between her dainty fingers. "You mean..."
"It'll be a couple of years before you can drive, but... I'll be there to teach ya."
She leaned in, pressing a single finger to his chin, her voice breathy and alluring. "Guess what we're doing when I'm back..."
He grabbed her wrist, then threw it over his shoulder, as he snuggled in against her, her hips drawn over his pelvis. "Well why don't we do it now?"
Gwen's mood flipped on a dime, tapping his shoulder then shunting off him, a free hand reaching back, the door handle clicking. "Shoes first, THEN nookie."
Gwen got out, but kept checking on him, looking over her shoulder, hoping he wouldn't get bored and wander off.
She'd just have to hurry up and do it.
She balled her fists and shook both of them in front of her chest. 'Oh, I'm so excited!'
Gwen was no longer visible in the double door entrance.
He popped the trunk.
And there he laid, huddled with his knees held tight, half his face visible with a petrified, open eyed expression. Ben squinted at the shadowy figure standing above, unable to make him out as he stood as a tall silhouette over the open trunk in the sun.
"You better make this worth my while." He reached in his hand, taking Ben's in his, helping him stand up like a magician revealing his assistant from a trapdoor, his eyes now at groin level with Ben. A strange image if anybody saw him doing this, which he hoped to god they didn't. That made him nervous, so instead of letting Ben climb out himself, he took Ben by the hips, giving his rail thin body a squeeze before dropping him upright, a springiness in his step that almost gave him an extra hop. He nudged his head towards the mall's entrance. "I'll follow." His usual procedure, about ten or so feet behind Gwen, or Ben, in this case.
*KER-KLUNK*
Despite knowing better, he kept gaining. Wanting to casually chat with Ben. Why did he want to? Ben was truly just a dumb kid unlike Gwen.
"I drove extra smooth for you." His eyebrow raised, as if he was extra proud of the claim. "Gwen got mad at me for taking the extra long way via the bridge because I didn't want you screaming back there if I drove over the tracks."
He almost semed pushy about it, Ben not having much to say about it. He did appreciate it. "Thanks for, uhm... driving... nice... or whatever..." Ben wondered why he even opened his mouth sometimes, not as enthusiastic as he had hoped to come off to the older boy. "Nevermind..."
He ran ahead of Ben while facing the other direction, his backward steps faster than Ben's normal pace. "You know why?" He raised his finger and wagged it. "Precious cargo." He said it in a joking manner, a part of him still unsure if he meant it. Ben of course had no reason to take it seriously, not wanting to be made fun of if he did mean it as a joke. Ben, despite being dressed all femme, moved listlessly past him.
That left the older boy confused.
=================
Gwen walked out of a well lit boutique and it was like she had lost several IQ points, having the silvery bag with the emblazoned logo on it was in and of itself almost worth as much as having and bragging about the contents that were in the bag. Gwen couldn't help herself from checking the inside of the vanilla colored plastic, peering over the inner lining, half expecting it to just disappear right from under her nose, which considering her luck sometimes, might actually happen.
Nearly skipping, she was about to take the path back through Emerald Court, when oddly, a guy who looked exactly like her boyfriend disappeared behind the mall's fountain on nearly the opposite side of the shopping center.
Gwen stepped closer to it, trying to keep a bead on him, completely losing him behind the triad of flooding torrents and well distributed pennies, which gave this place it's unique funk. As she stared into the pooling out waves, she paused to think about his features from the back, trying to recreate him in her head despite the distance.
'That was him.'
Gwen followed after.
=================
The plastic coat hangers clacked together, the noise softened as they landed in a pile.
He remembered the day with Gwen when he was dressed exactly like her. He needed to see the little fag in more, and he couldn't believe he was gonna spend money on him just to make it happen. It should be Ben's allowance, the stupid little fag.
Ben pulled on the snug feeling elastic, letting them snap back above his hips.
Ben hated pink.
Ben was also starting to hate girls underwear. It just felt awkward. It only seemed to fit because it was so snug -- especially on his groin, his pathetic little bulge managing to imprint in a small little sphere that just made Ben wish it wasn't even there.
His jaw nearly dropped, seeing Ben readjust the pair of panties he was wearing over his bony hips, letting the angled lines snap into place.
He was both horrified and felt himself stir hard for the little slut.
Pulling them up off the ground, Ben was now sporting Barbie pink sweat pants with the word JUICY written on the back of them in big impact lettering, and Ben's posterior did indeed resemble the descriptor.
The older boy pulled on the drawstring that hung in overlaying doubles near Ben's crotch, securing it tighter around his waist with a tug which caused Ben to flutter up in a huff, not wanting to let on that it hurt. Ben felt like he was gonna go airborne for a moment, but he was just standing on his tiptoes.
He squeezed on Ben's girlishly plump butt, his hand caressing an outline of it's shape, finding the top of his seam and trying to separate the cheeks through the material, his middle and ringer finger interlocking to try and create something stiff enough to force it down while slipping through the crack.
Ben wasn't sure how to respond at first, his breath caught in his throat, appreciating the attention.
Ben was also wearing a white button up schoolgirl blouse with arms that needed to be folded back and a floppy front that needed to be tied.
"Tie it, Ben."
Ben grabbed hold of the two triangles that flopped over the front of the pants while not tucked in. "Tie... what?"
He lunged at Ben, frustrated, a look of fear on Ben's face for a brief moment, but easing up soon after, but his breathing pace was still rather quickened as the older boy hovered so close to him, yanking at his clothes and putting them together, the act almost as hot as when he'd strip Ben of what he was wearing.
His hand print fell upon Ben's belly, and he had a look in his eye like it was Gwen in that booth with him instead of Ben.
"You look so hot." He breathed out, unable to just keep it in his brain.
Ben jumped at that. "Really?"
"Shut up!" He spit back, and Ben nearly jumped, but did what the older boy said, swallowing as silently as he could.
Why did Ben have to speak and ruin the moment!? He didn't have the manliest voice, but fuck, it always reminded him that Ben wasn't Gwen.
Despite his outburst, he was all over Ben, touching him and feeling him up in all sorts of invasive ways -- except for one, which he had often denied himself:
He wanted to kiss Ben.
It was to the point of being on an instinctual level for him. He so badly wanted to plant his lips on Ben's. He could see Ben being caught off guard at first, then accepting it... but kissing was reserved for Gwen and Gwen only.
Sure, he made mistakes on that front, like when Ben was in bed all dolled up for him in the dark, but he was basically a girl. The second he gave himself a mulligan on, as being drunk didn't count. He was already playing with fire with his relationship with Gwen, why risk it with her with somebody so unimportant like Ben?
He puffed up Ben's cheeks with a clasped hand on both sides of his face, chipmunking the red and flushed face, a curl of brown hair falling in a swipe over his eyebrow. "You're a girl now, okay? You're a girl now..." He bit hard. "Say it."
Ben froze up.
"Come on, be my girl Ben, be my girl Ben, be my girl Ben, be my girl Ben, be my girl Ben, be my girl Ben, be my girl Ben..." His hypnotic fervor had an intimidating aura, the repetition instilling the fact that Ben just couldn't say no.
"I'm a girl now..." Ben, repeated back in a confused tone, more fearful of him than committed to the idea.
He didn't know why, but denying Ben his identity riled him up something fierce.
He shuddered in a hiss, a mix of disgust at himself and a lust for Ben, a hot whisper. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard you little fuckin' faggot."
He pressed on Ben's spine, lifting the back of the girlie blouse, seeing the hot pink frilly whale tail look in full effect, it's high V shape sinking deeply into his large ass, looking absolutely right on him...
Gwen was her own person, but Ben?
Ben was his.
"Turn around. Against the mirror." He might as well shot lasers out of his eyes with the way he watched Ben's wiggling form, those pants loose and sinking inch by inch down his waist.
Ben's body leaned into it softly, fingers bending, palms pressing; the mirrored image of himself was nearly unrecognizable. He stole furtive glances from himself, still unsure if he wanted to acknowledge what a cute girl he was making.
He was hard as a rock as he stalked his prey, his face nearly out of the reflection's frame, adding a sense of supernatural dread to Ben as he had to double check it was still the older boy in there with him.
His girlie sweats and panties came down with one firm tug.
His ass jiggled out.
His eyeballs tensed, feeling the older boys prick squirm in between his cheeks. "HmmM... hmhmhmph..." Ben kept his lips sealed as he felt his cavity being resized. Despite the flares of pain from the initial insertion, there was a sense of confidence Ben had for the first time being bent over by the older boy. Even if it felt like he had no influence on it, Ben had this weird idea that he had been chosen over Gwen, which made his tummy swim with butterflies. The idea of Gwen sitting in his car right now wondering where her boyfriend was excited him immensely.
He slammed down on Ben, then dragged back and did it again. Ben's cheek was pressed up against the full body mirror inside the dressing room, the older teen's figure overshadowing his, feeling like his lower half was being swallowed up by the invasion inside of his body as he repeatedly slapped into his back. Ben turned his face forward, his red and kissy lips now up against the mirror, his reactions breathy, fogging up his reflection, his lip marks smudging over his image as he was practically forced to kiss himself.
Despite the boys willingness, he hesitated for just a moment, not fully giving in to the older teen. The teen picked up on this, and without a second thought, he bound Ben's arms behind his back. He had hoped that made Ben's role here clear, but Ben's wrists fought against the hold for just a moment. That frustrated him, as he secured them with a lot more force, nearly popping the boys sockets as he gave them a twist. "Owww, heeeey, sloooow dooooown..." Ben barely put up a resistance in his voice, more of a murmuring drag.
For him, his whole life flashed in his head, the concept of Ben squealing, literally or figuratively, had him on edge, his eyes looking like they wanted to leap out of his skull. "You little faggot. You little fucking faggot. Shut your mouth! I own you!"
"Uhn, uuUuUuhn, oooohngh..." The older teen raped out any words from Ben, making the young boy into his whimpering and docile bitch again. The rutting was getting intense beyond anything Ben had experienced before, forcing out gurgling strains from Ben's throat that were borderline retch's. "Ehr, rrrrhh-" Ben struggled to keep himself quiet, knowing he had to, as Ben not only had to keep the older boy safe, but not face the humiliation of being caught being screwed. Through gnashed teeth, Ben's left eye held shut for a moment as he threw his head back, trying to fix his angle and not fall away from the mirror and to the floor. God, he could feel it all the way in his stomach!
He ramrodded himself fully into Ben, unleashing everything he had. Ben's nostril started twitching, the corner of his mouth raised and his green irises floated back into his head. Ben's face was trapped in photographic ecstasy, with one eyelid going this way and another going that-a-way, as he felt his innards burn up before the warm gloopy texture soothed his guts again.
Pulling out of the boy, Ben's forehead made a loud streaking noise as he descended down.
Relief beyond relief, he felt that dark cloud leaving him.
He'd be fine without Ben for awhile...
For at least a day.
Still standing, Ben's pink hole was now red hot and raw. He watched as the ring oozed out a loogie of his cum, which Ben's anus clenched shut for a moment, scissoring off a piece, like it was spitting out a glob of his seed to the ground.
Ben squatted down, as more and dollops of the older boys creamy load spilled out against his will. "Hrngh... uuuungh..." Ben exerted himself, his expanded out gape flexing in and out. Ben felt so embarrassed that hte older boy was watching.
He should've brought some tissue paper for Ben...
Meanwhile, Gwen was trying to make herself seem taller by raising her neck and sticking her nose into the air, trying to see over clothing racks, doing dips into the air.
When he stepped out with Ben ready to make the purchase with him still dressed up, he saw something bright and orange for half a second. "Gwen's coming." He panicked, pushing Ben back into the change booth with him. He considered his options like death itself was in his future.
This was the last place she hadn't looked.
Looking up, he saw the fluorescent store lighting. "Quick, you, up and over." He leaned against the mirror. Ben awkwardly raised his foot into his cupped hands. With a heave-ho, he raised Ben above, then pushed on the young boys sneaker heels, trying to both rush him while making sure he didn't fly face first into the ground.
Gwen recognized the shoes in the dressing booth.
Sending him over the top, Ben landed like a ninja on the soft carpeting in the women's clothing department. "Ah-ha!" She rolled her big green eyes. "Of COURSE it's the last place I look." Gwen's smile broadened. "If you wanted some new clothes, why didn't you ask meeeeeeee?" She stamped her foot in mock protest before swaying from side to side, happy to see him. "We could've looked together!"
"Sorry, I mean hey -- we can still do that next time." He pressed a hand to her back and began walking out with her.
Gwen noticed the way he was beelining. "What? Nothing fit?"
He kept the cute comments about Ben to himself. He nudged his chin out. "I should get you home."
Ben watched them, worried, knowing his ride was about to leave him behind.
A bulky teen worker in a red and blue smock approached Ben, wanting to help. "Are you finding everything okay, little miss?"
Ben's eyes widened.
The idea of someone hearing his boy voice in this getup was worse than death.
Ben took off, fleeing the store with a load of cum between his thighs.
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He had never been in this part of town at this time of night...
He tried to reassure himself that he had been through worse than this when he was travelling with Grandpa Max and Gwen... but nothing like this...
Things were openly defaced here. The phone booths lacked phones. Places were boarded up. Along with several what he assumed to be were gang tags, he even saw a poorly drawn penis scrawled into the curb.
Ben tried his best to avoid as many dark places as possible, but the orange lights above only seemed to illuminate his...
Fagginess...
He might as well have been wearing a neon sign that said 'beat me'.
He ripped off tags as he went, particularly if they got jaggy with their corners, plucking the price placards from the girly outfit as he crossed streets, not wanting to spend too much time starting and stopping.
Ben was starting to think he was homefree. Very few people out, and even fewer that looked his way.
But Ben knew something was wrong when a group of hooded teens crossed the street over to his side.
There was a swell of building comments that only seemed to get worse with time.
'You see that?' 'I don't believe it.' 'Not in this part of town.' 'You think she's lost?'
"Hey honey, you missin' somethin'!?" The shout nearly causing him to respond, but he winced his eyes and kept trudging forward.
Everytime Ben tried to pick up his pace, they did too.
When he slowed down, they did too.
It was like they were stalking him.
At least they seemed to be okay with just taunting from a distance at first.
Then their excitement stopped.
'OH MY GOD IS THAT-'
'YO THAT'S A SHE-THING!'
'FAGGOT'
Other slurs were hurled at him. Whistling beget whooping beget hollering.
He didn't dare look back, as it felt like looking their way to confirm what they were thinking would make it worse. At least they were only trying to intimidate him.
'KILL IT! KILL THAT MOTHAFUCKIN' HOMO!'
Going from a jog to practically trampling their way to get to him, Ben did what came naturally, hoping to god they just wouldn't catch him.
Lights flashed over Ben and the people chasing after him, the car violently swerving onto the curb; tires screeching with a monstrous V8 engine roar, creating a barrier between Ben and them.
Some of Ben's residual super heroness kicked in, as he quickly recognized who was driving and got in, smacking the lock down.
Reversing, Ben watched as the older boy expertly avoided a tight wedging of parked cars, one hand on the wheel, his vision shifting back and forth from the back to the front, not even getting a scratch while maneuvering backwards.
Ben's heart would've fluttered seeing him shift the stick with steely confidence, his arm going taut and muscly with his vice grip, but an untied shoe landed heavy with a thump onto the hood of his car that scared Ben but didn't effect him at all as they pulled out of there.
The drive was quiet as Ben expected another lecture from an adult in his life, his head leaned against the window, passing drug stores, dentist offices, convenience stores, eye doctors and clinics, to passing more familiar drug stores, dentist offices, convenience stores, eye doctors and clinics.
Parked outside of Ben's house, the engine still running, Ben was waiting, staring at his twiddling thumbs. 'Alright, just do it. Call me stupid. Call me an idiot.'
Instead, his hair was scruffed; the initial touch causing him to try and jerk away before realising it wasn't anything bad.
Then the kindest the older boy had ever sounded made his heart melt. "Let's not do that again."
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