Discovery
#1 of Making a femboi
This is my first ever attempt at writing, so please be gentle :x I hope you enjoy my story, and am grateful for any constructive feedback that might help me to improve.
I would like to continue and finish this story if people enjoy it, so please leave a comment or fav etc if you like it at all, thanks :)
Story is two male feline furs, one a young man and the other younger. It involves submission by the younger male, and eventually will include him being feminised and forced to become the older's little bitch femboi... but I haven't quite got onto that yet. I did not initially intend to write anything so long, but it just kinda went that way.
Hope you enjoy :)
Prologue
The rain drummed on the damp, ill-repaired roof of the barn which was unable to keep much of the miserable night from drenching the sad little huddle nestled in one corner. I held my arms tight against myself, curled up and shivering. My clothes were drenched and tattered, covered in mud from my frantic flight from the town where I had escaped the slavers as they scoured the streets and alleys for orphans and those unlucky enough to be out at the wrong hour.
I had ran without thinking, propelled by pure adrenalin and fear from the chasing hunters and their snarling hounds. Eventually I'd ran far enough that I was no longer worth their pursuit, but I dared not return and had continued out into the countryside until exhaustion overwhelmed me. Following the scent of a chimney I discovered a farmhouse, and crawled into the deserted barn nearby as the chill of the night closed in.
As an orphan I was always scruffy, but now the dark loam of the surrounding farmland caked my paws and my clothes, tattered rags to begin with, were now totally ruined. I shook with the chill of the surrounding clammy air and reached down, trying to pull my torn pants to cover more of my bare calves. As I'd always had to fend for myself I was very lean all over, and my calves slim and supple. My flat tummy showed through my worn top, slim with a slight hint of developing muscle, but tending toward the slim and feminine rather than the promise of muscle you might expect from a young boy.
As I vainly tried to find some warmth I failed to hear the cautious rustle of footsteps, jumping in alarm as a firm masculine voice called out a challenge.
"Who's there? Show yourself!"
I blinked up into the warm light of an approaching lantern, carried by, I assumed, the owner of the farmhouse and this barn. As my vision adjusted I saw a young feline, although much older than me and in his early twenties I estimated. I could see the outline of his toned biceps, but he wasn't overly-muscly. Broader in stature than my still developing body, and a little bit taller, I realised I suddenly felt much warmer as I gazed for the first time on his handsome features. I did not know what, but some unknown feeling seemed to be stirring inside me, and I was torn between my instinct to flee once more and a strange urge to stay with this stranger.
"Who's there? What are you doing in here?" I was challenged once more as I sat transfixed with indecision. He could now see me clearly huddled in the damp, and I saw his features soften as he took in the pathetic sight of me.
"Please, I'm sorry, I was just cold" I appealed to him, pushing myself up shakily onto my weary legs.
He didn't say anything for a moment, his eyes travelling up and down my trembling young body as I stood shivering before him, my body barely half covered by my tatters.
"Runaway?" he asked finally. I nodded in reply, and he put the lamp down and walked up to me. "Glad you got away" he said as I let him approach, looking up at him as he stood in front of me and moved his paw up to my face. "You poor thing" he whispered as his paw caressed my cheek, and I found myself instinctively nuzzling his palm. I felt myself leaning towards him, my eyes closing as I concentrated on his scent, a mixture of sweat and the earth of the countryside. I suddenly felt lightheaded as my exhaustion hit me once more and I realised I could never have ran from him even if I wanted. I collapsed against him and he caught me in his strong arms, lifting and carrying me like a baby into his warm farmhouse as I drifted contentedly to sleep.
I awoke sometime later, unsure how long I had been asleep, but it was still dark outside. I found myself lying on a couch in front of a warm crackling fire, a thick heavy blanket draped over me.
"A little warmer now I hope?"
I looked up to see my rescuer sitting on a chair opposite, smiling softly at me.
"Yes... yes, thankyou" I replied, unable to ever remember being so warm and comfortable as I now was.
"Well, since you're looking a little brighter now, maybe you'd like to tell me your name little one?". I bridled at 'little one' being as I was used to my independence and unaccustomed to affection, but I knew I looked young for my age and felt in no mood to upset my kindly saviour and so accepted it for the time being.
"I'm Koshi, sir." Sir? Inside I rebelled against myself, I who took orders from noone and fended for myself. And yet I felt so comfortable and relaxed, more than I could ever remember. I snapped out of this internal argument to see him smiling at me, just watching me, and felt a strange warmth from his gaze.
"You must be hungry, help yourself." He gestured to a table beside me and I looked over to see a plate of sandwiches, some fruit and a glass of milk. I grinned widely, remembering my manners from all the times I'd begged from those spoilt rich housewives back in my home town's merchant quarter.
"Thankyou so much, you're very kind sir" I thanked him before sitting up and proceeding to wolf down whatever I grabbed first.
"No trouble little one, it looks as though you need a little looking after". I looked over at him, still chewing, and nodded. After all, I might as well get as much as I could from here before moving on, maybe wait it out for a few days before returning home.
"Good" he smiled at my apparent acquiesance, "and I think you could probably do with a wash and some new clothes too - I'll go and run a hot bath and dig some things out while you finish eating". A bath! I couldn't even remember what hot water felt like. Hell, I couldn't even remember what it felt like not to be covered in grime.
As he went upstairs I got up and had a nose around. I was in a downstairs lounge with the main fireplace, a couch, some bookshelves and a small table for eating off. My rescuer clearly lived alone, and the only other room was a kitchen and the entrance to some kind of cellar. I padded back into the warmth of the main room and moved close to the glorious heat of the fire. Finishing the last of my food I began to examine my rags, which really were a lost cause. As I pulled at the remains of my top I suddenly heard behind me:
"Hmm yes, time to get rid of those old tatters I think". Unheard by me he had returned, and now stood grinning at me. "Come on, your bath is running upstairs - time to get ready for it." I thought he meant I could go upstairs, but as I made to go past him he rested his paw on my shoulder and stopped me. "Where do you think you're going little one? I said you should get ready first."
I looked up at him, then down at my rags.
"Thats right, can't have you tramping those filthy rags all over the place can we? Take them off little one." I knew that this wasn't quite right, but as he stood with his paw resting on my shoulder part of me felt so assured that I put aside my doubts. After all, I really did need to sort myself out.
I pulled the remains of my top over my head, ruffling the fur on my head as I did so and exposing fully my slim frame and silky soft smooth fur. Our eyes met as he replaced his hand on my bare shoulder and unspokenly told me to continue, and I bent over and pulled my tatters down over my thighs and shapely calves as he watched.
"Everything" he said, looking down at my remaining filthy pants, all that I had now covering my nicely rounded ass cheeks and the small little bulge of my crotch.
"But... you'll see..." I protested, feeling sheepish as his eyes travelled over my exposed body.
"Everything" he repeated, his paw squeezing my shoulder for emphasis. I may have refused, but knew I was in no position to argue if I wanted his help, so I reached down and pushed my tight briefs down over my legs and let them fall to the floor. I looked up at him, not realising I was already waiting for him to announce his satisfaction and tell me what to do next.
"There we go Koshi, that wasn't so bad now was it?". I shook my head meekly as his paw slid down from my shoulder, gently stroking my arm. I felt my cheeks reddening slightly as we stood there for a moment, his eyes resting on the meek little cock and smooth balls of a little boy. Eventually, a grin on his face, he took my paw in his and led me upstairs.
I was led up the gloomy staircase, watching my footing as there were no candles to light our way. I was led through a doorway and instantly felt the muggy warmth of a hot steaming bath. Thankfully the room was well lit, and the door closed behind us keeping in the warmth and steamy air. At one side there was a huge hot tub with room possibly for several people, a stone floor with a channel running into a drain hole, and a pile of thick fluffy towels to one side.
"Okay little one, you're such a dirty boy I think you need a helping hand". I wasn't sure what he meant or how to respond, so I just turned toward the tub, ready to climb over the side and into the temptingly hot and clear water.
"Ah-ah, stop right there little one. You'll turn that water black if you jump right in, so we're going to clean the worst off first". I turned back to him and looked up confused, still feeling slightly embarrassed at displaying my nakedness to him and yet oddly more comfortable than I might have expected.
"Um, I'm not sure what you mean... er... what can I call you?". I stood there awkwardly as he stared at me, in no hurry to reply as he clearly enjoyed my sheepishness and close proximity in the confines of the bathroom.
"What did you call me downstairs?" he asked, and I had to think a moment back to when I thanked him for his hospitality. Surely he couldn't mean that? But that is all there was...
"Sir?" I ventured hesitantly, and saw from his smile that I had been correct. He took a step toward me and I had no room to back away as he brought his paw up to once again caress my little face and ruffle my hair.
"Well done little one, I'm very pleased with you." I felt my heart racing as he spoke, lowering his voice to an intimate whisper as he stroked me gently. I was aware of how defined he seemed beneath his own clothing, and while he wasn't largely built the firmness of his grip told me of his underlying strength and power. As he loomed over me I knew I was small and helpless set against him, but as never before I also felt safe and protected by his presence and found my eyes wandering down over his chest... and lower...
"Spread your legs." The command snapped me to attention and I looked up at him again, his paw moving down from my head to hold my chin.
"I don't..." My words died as he curled his paw around my throat and pushed me back against the wall, lifting me gently but with the clear implication that he could be far firmer should he so choose.
"Say my name" he told me, gently gripping my throat, lifting my head upwards and staring down into my eyes.
"Sir" I meekly replied, feeling completely exposed and helpless as he held my naked body in his grip.
"Good boy" he almost snarled, and I quavered at the fierce undercurrent that was suddenly present in his tones. "You can do as you're told you see" he continued, now stroking my cheek with his free paw as he gripped my slim neck with his other. "I'm going to take care of you little one, that's what you want isn't it?" and I nodded as best I could, not daring now to defy him. "But you're all dirty aren't you little one? What are you?"
"I'm a dirty little boy sir" I replied, the mix of my pleading tone and slight fear at his sudden display of dominance evident in my trembling voice.
"So do as you're told and let yourself be cleaned. Spread your legs" he told me once more, and I dared not question him again as I felt his grip tighten slightly around my neck. I spread my legs apart, as far as I could move them in the confined space and having to stand on tip-toes since he was holding my head at a set height.
"Good boy" he said as he released his grip, letting me rest against the wall spread and on my tiptoes. As he stood and gazed over my prone body I moved my little paws to try and cover my modesty, but I knew this was perhaps a foolish gesture at this point.
"Paws on your head little one", and I obediently did so, placing myself exposed and at his complete mercy.
I was now in unknown territory with no idea what would happen next, and was rather surprised when 'Sir' (as I was now mentally thinking of him) pulled out a small pail from the side of the room, dipped it into the tub to fill it with hot water, and then moved close to me, bending down to pour the contents over my mud-caked paws.
I yelped at the sudden heat, and sir chuckled at me as he repeated the process, pouring the hot water down my legs and over my paws. The water dislodged great chunks of caked mud and filth from my fur and ran off into the drain as sir continued moving up my body. After he'd drenched me from my shoulders downwards he bade me put my handpaws into the pail to rinse them off, and I admit to feeling much better than I had in a long while, the hot water easing the fatigue in my muscles.
"Paws back on your head boy" sir told me, and I obeyed as I watched him produce a big sponge which he soaked in a refilled pail of the hot water. He folded and placed a towel in front of me, then knelt down on it and began to sponge my paws and legs. Rinsing the sponge in the pail as I stood there spread, I looked down at sir and felt very strange indeed. Why wasn't I running? This was crazy... and yet, this gorgeous lad was gently sponging my legs... GORGEOUS? What was happening to me? I had never had such feelings before, but as I looked down on sir now sliding the sponge over my little smooth spread thighs I flushed red as I saw my little boy cock poking outwards, far bigger than I had ever seen it grow before.
"I take it my little boy is enjoying his clean?" sir chuckled up at me as I stood there with burning cheeks. I did not reply, a strange mix of shame and pleasure stealing over me and staying my tongue. The sponge continued moving up, sliding between my legs and now beneath my smooth little balls. I could hear sir's amusement at my little body arching in pleasure as he dragged it underneath me, forcing my little orbs up and apart, and then sponging either side of them around my protuding and now throbbing member. I let out a little whimper as I felt my little prick suddenly enclosed, looking down to see Sir's paw around my shaft. I shuddered at the most wonderful feeling I had ever experienced as he began to slowly slide me back and forth.
"Are you happy little one?" he asked as I squirmed against the wall, desperately trying control these new and amazingly powerful feelings, looking down at this wonderful being that was controlling my body in such intimate ways.
"Oh yes sir, yes sir!" I panted as he slid my little cock back and forth.
"Then I am very happy too baby" and I was happy to accept this new pet name without question so overwhelmed was I by this first corruption of my innocence.
Sir soon stopped his ministrations, leaving my frustrated cock twitching between us as he continued sponging my body, washing and familiarising himself with every inch of me as he moved up over my little tummy, pausing for a little moment at each of my nipples before standing up in front of me and pressing himself against my damp body. I was by this point so hot and my body so receptive to his touch and feel that I think I would have done anything he wanted. This was fortunate.
Sir met my gaze again as he leaned into me, my arms still above my head and his paw once more caressing my cheek. The only sound was my heavy breathing as I enjoyed the feel of him against me, and at first didn't realise what was happening as he pressed his muzzle to mine and slid his tongue inside my welcoming mouth. Once I felt his tongue touch mine the feeling was so foreign that I started slightly, but he held me firm in his grip and I could only let my mouth fall open wide against his as he hungrily devoured me, his tongue licking deep into my throat. As we stood locked together I had no desire to stop what was happening, even though I knew it was strange. Rather, I knew I had little choice and in any case found a thrill in breaching this taboo, my little tongue returning his deep and loving kiss as I quickly discovered how naturally it all seemed.
We stayed together for some time, enjoying each other's taste and closeness. Eventually sir pulled back, evidently eager to move on toward more wonders at which I could only guess. My big eyes were pleading as he pulled away from me, but he smiled down lovingly and tender at me, taking a step back from me, all fierceness now gone from his expression and tone.
"Step forward baby" he commanded me, and I did so, struggling for balance as I tried to keep my legs spread for him too. My twitching cock swung beneath me as I wobbled back and forth. Sir laughed at me, but I think he greatly enjoyed my obedience and slight humiliation.
"You can put your legs back together silly baby" he grinned, and I blushed, relieved as I stood normally again.
"Now turn and face the bath sweetie" he told me, and again I did not mind the affectionate term. I found I actually began to enjoy being referred to in such terms as they confirmed my place as subservient to him, as his little baby boy, a position which only hours ago I would have found totally alien but which was coming increasingly naturally to me with every further command I obeyed.
I turned as I was told and faced the bath so that sir was now at my side.
"Good babe. Now keep your legs where they are and bend forward to put your handpaws on the edge of the tub." I did not know why sir should be asking me to do this, but I know I felt so good all I wanted now was his touch against me again. I readily obeyed, bending forward and placing my hands on the tub so that I was bent over.
"Good boy - now spread those little legs of yours again". I did so, spreading myself, bent over with my little fluffy tail high in the air and my small firm little ass cheeks poking upwards. I could feel my little cock softening a little from earlier, but still poking out beneath me and I found the feel of the warm steam rising against it strangely pleasing and causing it to harden once more.
"Oh my, what a good little boy I have" sir said, smiling at me. I lost sight of him as he moved behind me, but I soon felt the sponge again, rubbing up the backs of my calves and up over my thighs. My little cock swung beneath my spread body as sir cleaned me, and as sir worked higher I suddenly felt the sponge at the base of my balls, then moving up and backwards between my ass cheeks. I whimpered loudly in pleasure at the touch against my little smooth orbs, but then a whole new feeling ran through my little body as the sponge moved along my sweet little crack and brushed against my tiny, tight little tail hole.
Sir began to sponge my back, but after each rinse of the sponge started by dragging the sponge up over my little crack, and when he finished came back down over my little hole in the other direction. I whimpered and moaned, gripping the tub tightly as my little ass squirmed in the air, my little tail wagging madly in front of sir.
After a little while I felt sir drag the sponge up my little crack once more, but this time he stopped, holding it firmly between my cheeks and pressing it against my hole.
"oohh sir" I moaned softly as I squirmed my little ass against sir, the strange tingle from my tailhole rippling through my whole body and causing me to shiver in pleasure as I writhed against the touch. I murred as I felt sir's paw enclose my little prick once again, and soon felt a new sensation as he spread the slime from the tip of my little boy cock around my tip.
"Hmm, I thought I would clean my dirty little boy... but it looks as though you're a very filthy boy in other ways". I twisted my head around to try and look at him, confused. I was suddenly fearful I had gotten too carried away and displeased him once more.
"I.. I'm sorry sir... " He dropped the sponge and his large paw caressed my back.
"Shhh little baby, it's ok." He leant over me so I could hear his low seductive whisper once again, his paw still caressing me gently. "You're enjoying your clean aren't you sweetheart?" he whispered to me as I felt a sudden pressure behind me, pressing into my ass cheek.
"Yes sir" I answered without hesitation, eager to please, my body tensed and quivering beneath him.
"And you're enjoying getting your tail hole rubbed aren't you sweetie?"
"I.. I... " I could feel my cheeks immediately flushing, suddenly embarrassed at my shameless gyrations.
"You're a dirty little bitch aren't you boy?"
"I... " Once again I struggled for a reply as I felt sir gripping my skinny torso, the hardness against my ass pressing against me harder and sliding up and down against my ass cheek.
"Say it you little cunt" sir growled as I felt him grinding himself against me, the hard bulge now slipping between my tight ass cheeks.
"I'm a dirty little cunt sir" I whimpered, feeling once more the slight tingle as whatever was behind me brushed my little hole.
"Wrong! You're MY little cunt" sir growled as his grip tightened around me and I began to dread what might be coming that I was powerless to resist.
TBC.....