The birth of a bitch [futa on male]

The Birth of a Bitch

In an attempt to improve my English writing I'm going to do some stories about a boy named Kyle whom meet a very special lady.

FutaOnMale, Non-consent, Femdom, Humiliation

Chapter 1

Kyle was too slight and delicate in his features to be considered manly. He was involved with sports and was even quite popular at school, but at his core all he did was a façade to hide his shyness. In an attempt to fit in, grow up and most of all, experience love, little Kyle had acquired a fake ID.

Club Envy was a dark, downtown club. Neon signs oozed dimly red and inside it was smoky and it smelled of something unfamiliar to Kyle. He was clad in a pair of tight jeans, a white t-shirt and a dark leather jacket; he thought he looked quite dashing himself. He sat and didn’t quite enjoy his very first beer. Something about the taste made him think the love for this beverage was a carefully orchestrated conspiracy, everyone was supposed to like it, and so everyone did. He didn’t.

There were other things in the club that he did like though. Across from him, on the other side of the round bar disk sat a woman. She was perhaps twice his age and darkly beautiful. She was pale of skin and had a buxom figure. She had dark curls that tumbled down around her shoulders. All in all, her maturity intrigued and aroused him. And she was beautiful. She must have caught him staring, or rather drooling, for she fixed him with a steady, sultry gaze. Her eyes were deep blue and Kyle found himself lost to her bold stare, he felt as if he was about to drown. Soon, he awkwardly looked down and a blush swept over his face.

“Darling, you’re coming with me. Now.”

He jumped in surprise. He had stared into the bar disk for almost a full minute by then and she must have snuck up behind him. She smelled like a woman and he felt intoxicated by her presence. He turned slightly and looked up at her, but she was already gone. His eyes searched desperately and he saw her back and round ass as she walked away.

Kyle bounced after her, shyness replaced with lust. He slowed down and walked one short step behind her, not sure if he had heard her right. Maybe it all had been his wistful thinking? He grew even more uncertain when she turned and entered the female restroom. He looked around and when no one else was around, he sneaked in there too. His heart pounded and he looked around, afraid someone would see him. He caught his own reflection, his widened gray eyes and wild, curly hair gave him a very boyish look. He took a deep breath and hoped that was the very thing that had attracted the mature lady.

He turned and there she was. She crooked her finger and beckoned him closer. He came willingly.

“Kneel, baby boy.”

Kyle blinked. Not only was the not the cleanest, but why would he kneel? He looked at her with a puzzled expression and as he shrugged and smiled