Danielle kicks butt, a past life ( and jealousy) issue.
Not far away, another dazzled in forbidden love kind of
boyfriend was walking towards Joan's occult-minded social
gathering. A seventeen--year old youth with an endearing, little
boy handsome 'Beaver Cleaver' sort of face, his name was Danny
Dubois and he'd just learned shocking news of romantic betrayal.
A torrid gay love tryst between his exciting forbidden
lover and his so-called best friend, they used to run around in
grade school together and once hung out with the same pals in the
neighbourhood.
'Stone Child' was what the bikers called him, Arthur's
motorcycle riding buddies. With his longish soft blond hair and
cute pixie face that many women found endearing, Blondie boy
seldom lacked for female attention.
"Did you hear about our little blond-haired Scorpio friend
coming out with the Fag-Hag at the vegetarian restaurant?" Allan
Sheppard seemed too wickedly amused over the phone to report:
"Stallion Freddy found the tightest little bitch for himself
now."
Allan didn't bother telling him much about the details,
except mentioning something about Freddy coming over (with his
femme styled lover-boy in tow) to his apartment party that very
evening.
Allan's usual gang of twisted freaks happened to already be
drinking when Danny finally parked his motorcycle and came inside
the place. Then this red-headed girl, some dizzy fat slut that
blondie boy used to fuck for sport told Danny to peek under the
bathroom door.
He became wickedly aroused just seeing it, watching this
leggy, blond-haired girl expertly perform oral sex on Stallion
Freddy. Seeing feline red lips kissing happily downwards,
fondling that totally gay, solid love pole in kissy sweet, oral
lip service.
A pretty female face that also happened to belong to his
closest of male friends, one dressed completely now as a girl.
This exotic, cross-dressing femme paired up now to that most
arrogant and strongest butch of a demon lover;
seeing made-over girly-styled lips in oral romantic
surrender to Stallion Freddy and his well-endowed love pole. What
seemed most astonishing of all was when Danny noticed Allan's
jaded party buddies, dismissing it all as something routine.
Another easy conquest for the great stallion and all that,
but this time ponytail blondie was giggling naughty like this
slutty teen-age schoolgirl. Freddy's most radical femme styled
gay bitch - making teen-age girly noises like he did something
bad!
Danny was still looking on under the door when he seen
ponytail blondie inching closer on bended, sleek nylon knees.
Soft kissy wide boyfriend lips already smacking hungrily against
Freddy's erect warrior genitals, a most jubilant oral cleansing.
Danny was still watching when that strong-arm muscular,
buff gay stallion grabbed blondie boy's dangling ponytail. This
totally butch and determined sexual partner - wrapping his
warrior fist around captured boyfriend hair; using braided hair
as leverage - moving this girly-defined, peach-coloured face to
aggressively masturbate.
Freddy's naughty-ass lover-boy in pink spandex shorts
wasn't complaining though. Under the door one could see jubilant
rosy red lips locked on the gay stallion's wickedly erect victory
pole. One totally deflowered gay bitch - giving his
occult-minded, ramrod lover creamy orgasms in spasms of pleasure!
"This must be your master plan to make my boyfriends
jealous!" Stallion Freddy decides to scold. His beefy warrior
thighs opening wider for a closer, more intense oral massage.
"I'm okay about you taking me like this but....."
The magnificently endowed gay stallion purrs, "But you know
what's gonna happen when all the gossip gets back. Allan and his
party creatures will be sure to talk about us..."
Blondie in sandals still kneeling on the floor, rosy soft
lips happily rocking on Freddy's solid love pole, moaning with
delight and trying to explain: "I don't care...anymore...about
what anybody says! I only love you! I need you!"
Glistening femme lips proclaiming proud and naughty as in
sexual rebellion - like this slutty looking teen-age girl in
defiance - eager sucking off Stallion Freddy like his happiest
fairy!
"I'd better get out of here before they see me." Danny
thought to himself. As the dazed young man left this forbidden
romantic show, he felt his own genitals tower in lusty arousal,
finding his own underpants becoming wickedly saturated in creamy
forbidden erection.
Whenever his own ramrod felt a need for oral service - few
girlfriends barely wanted to even touch him. "I just can't
believe I was so turned on by watching those two faggots!" Danny
was scolding himself while making his own escape.
"Well, Freddy does look kinda cute and his sweet gay bitch
actually does look pretty." Danny forced himself to stop thinking
that way while still fleeing the scene. Unable to think or even
feel, Danny managed to somehow drive his motorcycle home and
promptly fell asleep.
By early afternoon, he awakened. He found himself
thinking constantly about what happened between Stallion Freddy
and blondie boy after that, a very much confused young lover-boy
wanting to cry and smile about it at the same time.
Unlike radical cross-dressing ponytail blondie, Danny's
relationship with the frisky gay stallion was more cerebral. He
learned vegetarian food lore and karmic awareness at Fred
Majowski's feet, they actually shared many interests and Danny
began to be attracted to the man and his lifestyle.
Danny's occult-savvy older mentor who taught some new-age
classes at the occult bookstore; the Fag-Hag certainly noticed
when Danny began drifting away from his usual macho buddies to
make flirty eye-contact with her very closest of male friends,
that one named Stallion Freddy who happened to be strong and gay.
It was about the time the witchy-on-steroids lady revealed
herself as High Priestess, promising to become his 'guidance
counsellor' and 'spiritual guide', one who could unlock the
'Goddess spirit' which was supposedly 'locked inside' him.
Their connection was a purer form of attachment- not at all
like that flaming out femme predator Danny used to hang-out with,
that twisted sister kind of aggressive femme named Scorpio
blondie who decided to become sexually active inside this wild
forbidden gay garden of love!
Never a physical attraction at first, the gay sex part of
Danny's relationship with Stallion Freddy only flowed later. Both
as committed lovers wishing to cement themselves in lusty
intimacy
By all accounts, Scorpio blondie had definitely enjoyed
his role, as Stallion Freddy's slutty looking gay bitch. His
captured lover boy had already been introduced to Freddy's
intimate circle of vegans and gay gym rats under the 'Fag-Hag's
wing - even trying to fit in among all those jaded romantic
hopefuls.
Since then, those two lovebirds had become inseparable.
Karma, Danny thought to himself bitterly about the sexual irony.
Thinking about his own strong and very different kind of lover,
that gay stallion who came between two silly goose young males
who intruded on the Fag-Hag's occult world in search of sexual
adventure.
Some guys were always lucky, was that karma? Danny
lamented as his girly strap sandals and tight-ass pink, bicycle
shorts flexed feline leggy on the sidewalk, sensual buns moving
faster in a steady jungle cat motion. Bee-bop blondie decided to
become the macho wanna-be by tormenting the Fag-Hag in front of
his drunken, outlaw pals.
Like a certain rogue element present during some of the
open house parties the occult bookstore sponsored, over the top
young males torn between latent homophobia and totally repressed
forbidden arousal for that very magnetic hard-bodied gay stallion
the Fag-Hag called Freddy.
Both Danny and Claire noticed it when the Fag-Hag used her
almost demonic, occult firepower to open up this goddess portal
inside their favourite new-age bookstore.
This dusty halo of pink light opening up while the Goddess
Emissary Irene (alias the 'Fag-Hag') chanted something silly.
This wonderful window to forbidden rapture was wide open - and
that undeserving male tart took full advantage by taking his own
master/lover through it.
It just wasn't fair! That cute ass, drunken repressed
Scorpio bitch boy had to be chosen out of the pack. Claire
appeared to be this wild matchmaker whenever she sensed stormy
male passions in the air.
She often took an active interest in Freddy's circle of
competitive vegan muscle boys and other romantic hopefuls.
Unlikely male suitors like two out-going, party boys wanting to
get laid in the worst possible way - horny, drunk and stupid.
Two independent minded, handsome young males who enjoyed
charming and seducing the ladies, now submissive femme playmates
for such a wickedly accomplished ramrod lover.
Danny and 'Stone Child' both came from the same urban
neighbourhood, went to the same school together once and often
hung-out within the same like-minded crowd. Older dudes with more
solid muscles who displayed tattoos, friends who rode motorcycles
together and operated outside the fringes of the law.
Danny and his blond-haired buddy weren't really in their
league, those guys were tough bikers mostly. The hard-core
members of the biker posse merely tolerated them; especially
during the gang's many booze laden parties, younger males merely
wishing to earn their respect.
Right about now, Danny's silly femme coloured mind was
beginning to question if he ever belonged to such an crazy outlaw
pack. Yet the High Priestess herself had warned against them, all
Goddess initiates needed to be warned against premature sexual
conquest from impure males.
A wary young cross-dresser so made over in dark nylons and
wearing the tightest of pink spandex shorts, actually worried
because he was looking like one of those pampered, suburban
chicks his 'buddies' would lust to nail.
That's why Danny's shapely femme legs kept on strolling
this upscale, urban neighbourhood with his ears on high alert -
listening for the threatening sounds of approaching motorcycles.
But the only noise he ever heard tonight was the sounds of his
very own girly sandals - pounding against the sidewalk like this
determined freight train in motion.
Something else was telling Danny's mystically altered
female form what to do and he was liking it. A leggy
cross-dressing male youth in wonderment of the female essence
which had overtaken him. It was certainly a blessing from the
High Priestess to allow his impure, male self to walk along the
Goddess Path.
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Danny's inner mind kept seeing this pink-glowing,
moon-shaped Druid amulet; recalling a time when the Fag-Hag
boldly walked into Allan Sheppard's apartment party during this
week-end party night.
This fashionable skirted in tweed but imposing dark older
lady deciding to confront some unruly problem boys - by boldly
kicking down the bathroom door like an excited Nazi storm
trooper!
It was enough to startle Danny and 'Stone Child' while they
were smoking dope inside. "Fucken Bitch!" Danny's
blond-haired buddy was angry enough to blow pungent marijuana
smoke her way. He began raising his fist for an instant, making
annoyed gestures at their ridiculous, but twisted 'old maid'
intruder.
Danny was about to say something too, but chilled when the
Fag-Hag calmly stepped inside the small room and locked the door.
She was trapping them all inside for this nervy but serious
confrontation and holding up this ancient witchy-looking amulet.
Then the entire room suddenly burst into this pinkish
explosion of solid light. Both Danny and 'Stone Child gasped at
the pink flash. In the blink of an eye they both noticed the
Fag-Hag magically tower over them. Danny felt overwhelmed with
fear, thinking his night of evil torture was about to begin.
Yet they became mystified by this pink light coming from
this ancient looking relic. Danny's inner mind felt some cosmic
connection to it. Maybe a Karmic relationship from ancient
lifetimes ago, and his eyes began blinking in wonderment about
such things.
Danny had ideas of looking away, but that notion never
seemed as enticing as looking directly at it. So, both of them
were becoming enthralled by this exotic pink lighted object being
held in this concerned, old lady's hand.
Youthful male minds becoming soothed by such a delightful
cosmic relic from some heroic age. Neither of those boisterous
drunken, skirt-chasing adolescent boys ever paid heed to this
grey-haired, astrology minded witch before; but they did this
time as the 'Fag-Hag' held out this glowing, moon-shaped amulet.
Mystical soft, pastel pink beams of light, enough cosmic
influence to enchant both male youths into following her like
puppies. She complained about 'passive aggressive females' that
seemed to dominate her new-age landscape (thanks to their drunken
outlaw teen-age antics) the ruffians in leather and two wheeled
barbarism seemed to become aware of all the sexual opportunities
for alcoholic seduction.
"We're starting to attract a much rougher crowd to our
occult bookstore parties and I blame you horney male tarts for
bringing the motorcycle goons, n'est ce pas?"
Each listening meekly while the Druid cloaked 'Fag-Hag'
decided to scold: "I warned you two about inviting your unruly
drunken, biker buddies over here to cause trouble. And neither
one of you fresh male tarts had balls enough to stand against
them. So now, you'll be needing to stand up against those
drug-crazed, macho outlaws without balls! You'll be fighting for
the love of your life without balls too!"
The stern faced, Druid cloaked, witchy-on-steroids lady
mostly blamed it on their juvenile attitude towards women in
general, that male chauvinist lurking inside. Like 'puppies
yearning for affection' were the words she described. Their
desperate need to feel accepted by the drug-dealing ruffians,
their peers among the high-school dropout, motorcycle outlaw
crowd.
She acted as if she decided to 'save' them from such
ill-chosen party companions, warning that such 'buddies' could
easily cause them major league trouble in the future. All they
needed was a 'little guidance."
She decided that certain, macho party ruffians they knew
needed to be humbled. It was understood their assistance would be
required later. Meanwhile, two unruly teen-age boys needed some
'home schooling' in order to teach them more acceptable social
skills in the company of the opposite sex.
"I'll need to reform you little criminals from the bottom
up! You'll soon be introduced to some of Freddy's intimate
network of live-in friends, I believe. They have to be a better
class of buddies than those drunken motorcycle bums you both
hang out with now. I'll bet you two little scamps learn to love
it."
"No," came this wimpy, almost infantile objection from
Danny's rapidly dissolving macho self. But this magically
imposing, compelling older woman just gave her totally cowered
male bucks this demonic, eerie stare.
Her compelling glare of psychic intimidation; then she
continued instructing her latest submissive conquests. Blondie
boy was already lashing his baby blues back to Danny through
pinkish haze.
Both of them trembling in anticipation about becoming
immersed into this uncharted, forbidden romantic universe. The
mansion in the far suburbs where Stallion Freddy frolicked among
his live-in tribe of devoted male bucks.
Formerly macho-minded youths secretly yearning to dip into
this sexually interesting dating pool. Curious but jaded male
tarts seeing this well-endowed, wickedly strong new-age lover in
a more charming pink light. Once lusty males captivated by the
illumination coming from the Fag-Hag's magical Goddess amulet.
She spent several moments alone with each enchanted,
individual young teen-age buck. Soon, both of them departed to
sleep it off. Leather-clad, motorcycle riding posse boys dreaming
in agreement to subliminal pink messages about gender
realignment.
It wasn't long after that when Stallion Freddy turned the
tables on two silly skirt-chasing male bucks in search of
romantic adventure. This arrogant but magnetic and accomplished
gay stallion using his mystical charm to dazzle two hetero-male
younger dudes - easily turning their sexual desires upside down.
Gone were these two high-spirited out-going young males who
enjoyed seducing all the vulnerable, occult-minded ladies inside
this astrology bookstore.
Replaced by two ultra-competitive girly styled male
suitors, into wearing alluring female spandex exercise shorts -
and becoming fearful about the sexual competition.
If it wasn't for the gay stallion and his occult ally, the
'Fag-Hag' - he'd still be riding wild and free on his motorbike.
Still be that handsome young buck who could charm the ladies at
all the outlaw party scenes and even have his self-respect - but
his aching boyfriend heart would still feel horribly empty.
That's right, the more Danny fell deeper into this
forbidden hole of girly ass submission - the more he actually
needed it! Danny recalled how barren his pitiful, so-called
love life formerly was; trying to satisfy his sexual needs from
spaced-out sluts after boozy outlaw, biker parties.
Was that why he felt such an emotional need to pursue
Stallion Freddy right now? A most determined romantic hopeful
wearing the tightest of pink shorts and stepping on the pavement
in the tallest girly sandals.
Danny actually was more into strolling these days instead
of riding his noisy and dangerous motorcycle as he did before.
This formerly wild and crazy party boy now enjoying the feel of
decadent girly nylons rubbing against his thighs,
listening to the sound of determined tall heels striking
the pavement in this business like click-clacking tempo - except
that this time it was all connected to this special mission.
Danny's mind was at this lever of inner calm now, because
he was becoming more pleasing in the eyes of the Great Goddess
every single day. His once impure male mind taking in more and
more ancient goddess wisdom - but those first few days were an
ordeal.
The morning after one boozy weekend party appeared as just
another hangover day, except that his heart was burning to
satisfy this strange, inner need. He was becoming wickedly
aroused by these perverted sexual fantasies involving another
man, this arrogant vegetarian food fascist and harsh faggot the
brothers in his gang actually hated.
Detesting himself, he eagerly masturbated to steamy mental
images of Stallion Freddy's strong gay love pole become totally
erect and properly fondled. His very own aggressive kisses
sipping the stallion's jungle juices in oral lip service, often
imagining that hard-bodied handsome lover was humping him on top
in well-oiled romantic impalement.
A mental assault of wet-dreams involving that magnificent
butch sexual partner capturing his sweet, excited behind
somewhere in fierce but furtive bedroom gymnastics; those endless
romantic mental images of him licking that wickedly endowed cocky
faggot on the horn in creamy oral bliss.
He also felt ashamed about the way he and his so-called
friends had acted at times; the goddess emissary Irene properly
scolded him and his buddy for it. Danny was also becoming
aware of more complicated emotional needs.
Why was he calling the Fag-Hag the 'goddess emissary' now?
He didn't know, something about a fertility ceremony and he had
to properly prepared for it, whatever that meant.
How could he find that ruggedly handsome booty bandit so
sexually interesting? That was another mystery too. All Danny
knew that it was Stallion Freddy that caused his entire male
persona to come crashing sissy ass down.
In that fateful morning after, Danny felt this perverted
compulsion to steal female clothing, something intimate belonging
to a girlfriend, sister or mother. To escape very disturbing
sexual urges, he ran off impulsively toward the nearest shopping
mall, a favourite hangout for guys like him to meet up with the
girls.
Danny's roving male eyes were still very much interested
in viewing the hottest of female forms - but not as sexual
eye-candy anymore. Instead, it was more than a casual interest in
their girly attire. He wondered if his longer hair would look
cuter in some of their hair dos.
This once spirited male buck in female slanted admiration
of their dressy combinations of nylon pantyhose and mini-skirts,
he began noticing some of the girls had boyfriends too.
Danny's confused and frazzled mind was tormented again by
emotional angst. He kept telling himself he wasn't gay but his
heart was already beating in forbidden sexual excitement. A
tormented male youth only wanting to massage some of the hard
muscled, athletic guys with their erect male loins and hard rock
muscles.
Some of the dudes were beginning to freak out by the looks
Danny was giving them, handsome young males with firm tight butt
and strong warrior bodies, he became terrible aroused as he
followed them inside the mall.
Those teen-age packs of perky young girls and their
assorted boyfriends out shopping with them that day, pampered but
pretty (stuck-up) rich bitches in heat, sluts who didn't deserve
the wonderful boyfriends they had.
He recovered his macho male brain enough to run away from
the shopping mall in another fit of resistance. A mind becoming
frazzled by all those arousing but totally gay thoughts.
Somehow, Danny managed to make it to the occult bookstore
that very afternoon. He actually intended to hang out with 'Stone
Child' and the rest of his motorcycle-riding buddies, but then he
noticed Stallion Freddy reading a book in this secluded corner.
Danny seldom spoke to that ultra-harsh faggot before -
except to give him a bad time. But this time Danny managed to see
that muscular and charming, gay stallion in a new light.
Such an occult-savvy and hard-bodied handsome fellow with
his magnetic but forbidden aura of exotic romance, Danny couldn't
even begin to control his loins when he came curiously closer.
His tormented male heart was already beating like jungle drums -
all because he needed to become bonded with this really hot guy!
Acting like some flirty teen-age tart telling the great
stallion he'd 'really like to hang out' with him more. Danny was
batting his longish eyelashes at the well-endowed vegan, food
fascist and telling the man he wanted to 'learn more about
natural foods' and needing his 'guidance' in order to deal with
some 'addiction issues.'
Danny couldn't believe he already decided on making such
bold lifestyle changes, his troubled male mind wanted to rebel
against the fierce pink magic - but his heart already decided on
getting this really hot guy to pay attention to him. The
motorcycle riding goons that Danny used to ride with certainly
noticed.
A younger drinking buddy of theirs making flirty eye
contact with that arrogant know-it-all, vegan butch faggot. They
must have felt betrayed when one of their own decided to bat now
for the other team.
Over the edge bikers seeing a once spirited male buck
becoming emotionally bonded to such an arrogant butch faggot. The
ultra-confident gay stallion certainly was amused as Danny
flashed his endearing boyfriend smile and actually tired to hit
on him.
A most arrogant but handsome forbidden suitor who began
smiling back, this magnificent hunk of exotic sexuality knowing
full well another romantic victim was about to fall. Danny just
stood there while the Fag-Hag calmly brushed his seemingly longer
hair into this girly-styled French braid from behind.
Then Danny heard her say: "Isn't he just a living DOLL for
COMING OUT today? He really needs a safe house where WE can HELP
HIM. Don't WE Freddy?" A Doll! Danny couldn't believe
his own ears. She liked Him! Wanted him to become closer to
Stallion Freddy, actually.
Danny felt like he was on this alternative sexual universe
or something, things like that never happened to him. How often
did he and his buddy, 'Stone Child' crash some occult bookstore
party and notice others there giving Stallion Freddy more than a
second glance?
Whatever party room that well-endowed, buff gay and amusing
cover-hunk happened to be in was more animated than anywhere
else. Danny's secret strong-arm lover seldom appeared in public
without his entourage, his circle of adoring (mostly young, male)
vegan fans.
Healthy and handsome male bucks learning vegan and new-age
lore together, most of them appeared to be charming, but flaming
out gay and high-strung.
Robust young dudes who worked for the gay stallion inside some of
his thriving, new-age nutrition stores;
guys actually living inside this mansion in the far
suburbs; handsome dudes sporting well-toned athletic muscles,
jaded romantic rivals with visions of forbidden love in their
lashing longer eyes.
The devoted young males in Fred Majowski's vegan tribe
sneered seeing this formerly macho-minded male tart embarrass
himself in front of his own homophobic biker boy posse. A
romantic hopeful who used to run around with the motor-cycle
gangsters becoming flirty with such a gay warrior and really
wanting to know him better.
Danny was surprised to see his shoes rubbing against the
gay stallion's legs too naughty as other's watched. Just being
around such an exotic but forbidden suitor created so much
pleasure inside Danny's inexperienced male heart.
The fact that this formerly homophobic male outlaw was
hitting on that totally dominant muscular gay stallion certainly
didn't go unnoticed. By now the biker dudes at this occult
bookstore party began calling Danny cruel names like 'fairy' and
'faggot.' The rest of the guys he grew up with in the old
neighbourhood began turning against him in disgust.
It was unsettling to hear solid long-time friends and
drinking buddies yelling 'faggot' at him, it was about then Danny
realized he didn't exactly fit in among his old crowd anymore.
"A harsh Fag like you better not be comin' around to party
with the boyZ!" Blondie boy beaked off to him in front of his
strong-arm biker posse. It was merely another angry, drunken
outburst but Danny was just about crushed hearing it.
His closest of male friends were all abandoning him - Thank
goodness he had Fred Majowski and the Fag-Hag. The Fag-Hag gently
begins stroking her mystical glowing, moon-shaped artefact and
decides to show it off; her pink-lit kaleidoscope of enchantment
as a solid piece of amber Druid jewellery.
Blondie boy kept his own baby blues in focus on this
enchanting exotic light. More than enough occult firepower to
silence all the critics, the entire room falls into eerie quiet.
"It belonged to a High Priestess once centuries ago, it
was used in fertility rites by the ancient Celts." Danny's
thoughts began to stir under her pendant's glowing exotic rays,
he started to feel very calm.
His eyes become utterly fascinated by the subtle tones of
pink, it felt like a head rush, this delightful connection to the
mythical days of yore.
"This amulet of the Goddess was actually used as a symbol of
authority." The Fag-Hag explained softly as a concerned
grandmother.
"It depicts her as protector of our motherly domain. She
who creates as well as destroys." Danny begins to feel aroused
against his will, his mind still in awe of this moon-shaped
symbol of some ancient goddess.
"The Amulet of the Goddess as Warrior hasn't been used in
ages, but it's still in tune with the akashic records. The Divine
Mother told me about it in a vision and she also told me where to
find it You didn't know I was her chosen Emissary for the
emerging New Age, did you? According to the akashic records,
your birth gender should be reversed."
From some class at the occult bookstore, Danny recalled
something about the akashic records. Supposedly the karmic
memories of our reincarnated lifetimes, this woman who did 'past
life readings' told him that.
In theory, anyone who was 'psychic' and 'properly trained'
could 'see' the akashic records somehow. It used to sound a lot
sillier to Danny before, right about now he wasn't that sure.
"Sometimes love needs to be coloured outside the lines."
The Fag-Hag purred to explain. "For instance, The Goddess forces
only favours 'impure males' when they decide to walk upon her
path and adopt a more pleasant female persona. I want you to take
that path, Danny."
Danny was actually elated when she also added: "You'll be
moving to the clubhouse soon." The prospect of him moving
into the lair of his most potent sexual fantasy lover ever stirs
a teen-age heart into skipping several beats from the excitement.
Sometimes, during many occult bookstore parties, Danny
would find himself watching that magnificent gay, buff cover hunk
with furtive eyes. Trying to drink in a glimpse of his confident
smile and sense of jaded mirth, Fred Majowski's finely sculpted
body; Danny's own romantic savior who always charmed and
dominated his devoted posse of (mostly vegan and gay) fans.
The hard-bodied gay gym rat muscle boys, those favoured
youths selected to inhabit his romantic inner circle; handsome
young lions who happened to be gay, robust male bucks who worked
out in the gym together besides their 'excellent older mentor.'
Guys sporting the most stylish haircuts and the deepest of
tans; strict vegetarian fellows who must have put hours of vanity
time in order to put the 'pretty' in 'boy'.
Danny's own sexual fantasy love god was actually into the
new-age health and nutrition scene to make a difference - and his
aching boyfriend heart yearned to become a part of it.
Such pinkish hopes were blossoming like a pansy in
springtime when the Fag-Hag ordered him to 'erase every linkage'
to his 'unruly psychopath buddies', then Danny would be free to
'meet somebody else."
The most persuasive Fag-Hag wickedly added that her Freddy
should easily 'charm him away' from 'unworthy male buddies' - by
providing Danny with 'a little special romantic attention."
"I'm pretty sure he likes you, Danny. He helped lots of
troubled young males with his endearing but sensual style of
caring. He's always assisting some of the younger guys with their
sexual identity and addiction issues."
By now Danny's heart was sighing for that special someone,
captivated at the possibility of enjoying such an accomplished
and much in-demand forbidden lover. Wanting to be like all the
other romantic hopefuls actually, those insecure but cute
lover-boys who yearned for affection inside Stallion Freddy's
inner circle.
Danny's inexperienced male heart only aches to belong to
him now, that wickedly butch and demanding ramrod lover. His
mental image of the great stallion becomes one filled with sexual
excitement, this horn of Danny's romantic destiny belongs to
Stallion Freddy now.
Danny was so elated by such news, the prospect of it all
excites his loins like nothing else could on Mother Earth. How
many times did he notice Stallion Freddy during those alcoholic
laden occult bookstore parties with adoring eyes?
Danny's longer lashing eyes begins to feel the enchantment
when the Fag-Hag puts aside her pinkish glowing Druid ornament.
He also notices when Blondie boy begins to stir from his own
pinkish daze
The Fag-Hag begins to reach into her handbag and pulls out
this exquisite pair of 2" inch heel, girly sandals.
"You'll want to look nicer now that you'll be seeing other boys."
She explained, "The first step on your Goddess path must
actually begin with you."
Danny's trembling fingers feel excited before accepting it,
the Fag-Hag's delightfully handing him this single female shoe.
He caresses its long tall heel and fingers the shiny leather as
if it were some precious jewel. He unbuckled a few of the
spaghetti straps and begins to wonder about how much his life
would be changing now.
"Put it on, Silly!" The Fag-Hag cheerfully has to encourage
him. "You'll need to start off on the right foot if you care to
step on the Goddess Path." "For Sure!"
Stallion Freddy had to agree. Wickedly adding that wearing
tighter spandex shorts and sleek pantyhose would make Danny's
sweet firm behind look 'especially hot!"
Then, with an affectionate (but strong-arm butch)
!!!SLAP!!! on Danny's soft ass, this persuasive gay stallion
ordered him to wear his 'new uniform' for the 'team.'
Danny thought about how lovely his legs would look in sleek
nylons and shorts without feeling vain. Just about then, Blondie
boy begins to awaken from his own pinkish spell, looking at Danny
and everybody else as a bear might coming out of a cave.
"No! No!" He whimpers for a moment at Danny and the
Fag-Hag, this wimpy fit of disappointment and teen-age angst.
Then the little blond-haired ruffian becomes emotionally enraged,
saying: "NO! NO WAY!!" intensely loud. A most disturbed young
male shaking his mane of long hair in this insane fit of
(pinkish) denial.
"GIMME THEM SHOES !!!"Blondie boy rises up to say angrily
annoyed. His hands already making fists and stamping heavy boots
on the floor in this frenzy of homophobic frustration.
"KICK HIS ASS!!" Another bearded, strong-arm soldier of the biker
posse screams as witty encouragement.
"The Divine Mother will protect you, Daniele." The
Fag-Hag soothes to him from behind, still spotlighting the scene
with her Druid artefact and its bewitching pink light. "Nobody
can hurt you now that you've chosen the Goddess path."
She often jumped to his defense these days, it was through
her help that Danny was able to find himself. He was certainly in
awe of her witchy brand of occult firepower, it was as if his
innermost mind needed to drink up her suggestions like a rain
shower over dry ground.
Running on pure instinct, Danny begins to retreat, kicking
off his most uncomfortable Doc Marten boots. A smelly and
bothersome load upon his feet, those shoes didn't feel right for
him anymore on the eve of battle. Besides that, he needed more
enchanting shoes if he ever hoped to walk along the Goddess Path.
A satisfied moment of joy comes when his jubilant foot
slides into this single girly shoe. Perky toes wiggling free
while Danny stands proudly on a single elevated heel. He yearned
to put his other perfect shoe on the floor and buckle down all
the straps, instead he grasps the matching sandal by the heel in
order to make a threatening fist.
Aggressive young males about to fight over the Fag-Hag's
enchanting gift of female footwear, enough mental intimidation to
silence the homophobic biker crowd in the compelling pinkish
light.
Danny holds his ground, waving sandal and fist with
determination on the face-off. A most steely eyed warrior of the
Goddess standing unevenly upon this single unstrapped, elevated
girly shoe.
Blondie boy appeared to be losing heart on the eve of
battle, probably because one of the girly sandals he so wickedly
craved - was about to be used against him as a weapon!
The blond-haired ruffian looks back nervously towards his
macho buddies for a moment - then rushes Danny in this
desperation attack. Excited hands flying to steal away the prize,
trying to rip this enchanting female sandal away from Danny's
clenched fist.
ntense male bucks pulling opposite one another in this
spirited tug-o-war over coveted female footwear. Danny begins to
take control by twisting greedy fingers away one by one in order
to finally secure his one perfect shoe.
"THEY'RE MINE!!!" Blondie boy exclaims in this female
voice of frustration when Danny finally recaptures the sandal
again in his fist. Blondie boy suddenly rushes to attack
Danny and push him down on the floor with excited hands.
A charging and aggressive thief wanting to up-end Danny and
muscle away the footwear prize he was happily standing on.
Greedy hands threatening to steal away the sandal on Danny's
foot, it was Blondie boy's last attempt to assert himself in
front of his macho buddies.
Until he was brutally smashed in the side of his face - by
Danny's hard fist and solid female shoe. It was a smashing blow
that sent him reeling back. Danny storms in closer in to do
battle, raising sandal and fist - slapping blondie boy across
his ears several times, that took the fight out of him
completely.
A very much subdued rogue male cowering in fear and pressed
against the wall, holding his hands up silly in order to protect
his pretty face. "Ow! OW!" The sandal thief begins to whine.
This formerly independent minded macho youth who just
couldn't resist the pinkish light of romantic reality anymore. A
very much-humbled young buck shedding the last remnants of his
male pride to plead his case directly to the Fag-Hag. "I only
wanted to try 'em on, you know?"
"Buckle down your shoes, Danny." The Fag-Hag positively
cackles as an order. "You've already won - no need to get your
panties in an uproar!" Danny quits his brutal one-sided
attack on the Fag-Hag's command, because his macho-minded rival
was already broken in battle.
Had his old motorcycle riding self seen it all now - he'd
have ran away in a screaming fit. But his own mind was too
far-gone to ever come up with a reason why. Hadn't the High
Priestess herself given him this exquisite pair of shoes and
promised to help him?
Danny unclenches his fist around the girly sandal he once
used as a weapon, crouching down on the floor to finally buckle
down the prize. When it ended, blondie boy began to cry, pulling
himself into this almost fetal position on the floor and
sobbing.
"Can't I try 'em on?" he moans in this weepy soprano
voice, crawling down besides Danny and looking pitiful. It was
about the time all his former, macho party buddies began to turn
on him: "Quit yer cryin' - Panty Boy!"
"Wantin' to muscle another faggot outta his high heels!!!"
Danny ignores the sandal thief loser, that one crawling
sissy-ass down on the floor besides him. Agile fingers already
busy tightening down sandal straps to the Fag-Hag's approval, so
necessary for someone who was chosen for the Goddess Path.
A most devoted follower of the High Priestess, standing up
regal and tall - despite the emotional rain of tears falling down
on those jubilant high heels of victory.
Danny felt this acute inner compulsion to walk this
evening, as if another cosmic force was propelling him forward. A
Goddess impulse, he decided; one that the Goddess Emissary named
Irene had evoked for him to obey.
Earlier that day he decided to boldly rebel against his
potent occult mentor, riding his motorcycle up to her front door
and ask the witchy on steroids lady about her intentions.
Ask what the Fag-Hag actually expected of him, did his
goddess ordained mistress really want cross-dressing rivals to
reside under the same roof? Inside Stallion Freddy's mansion in
the far suburbs - amidst this live-in tribe of healthy young
vegan males?
Her wards (in the eyes of the Goddess) immersed inside this
exotic but competitive, gay shark infested pool? Danny's silly
ideas of macho resistance were again overturned by his feet.
So, this raven-haired femme began strolling some upscale
urban neighbourhood on his (fought over) girly sandals and kept
on wondering what it all meant. How much everything changed after
the Fag-Hag decided to rescue blondie boy from her pinkish spell
of disaster - by conjuring up the exact copy of the same girly
sandals he so wickedly craved!
"Boys...boys!" The very much-amused High Priestess could
barely contain her jaded sense of irony. "No need for good
buddies to become enemies because of my pretty gift. I think
it's okay when close friends enjoy the same good taste in shoes,
don't you?"
Blondie boy was gratefully lashing up his baby blues at the
witchy-on-steroids lady he once teased as a 'Fag-Hag.' Hands
trembling with desire as he accepted her gift of emotional
rescue, grasping this enchanted pair of female footwear as if a
lifeline.
With shapely smooth nylon thighs still flexing in poetic
motion, Danny's evolving femme mind was still trying to recall
all the bits and pieces. Nothing complicated like subliminal
messages and command phrases; instead, the Fag-Hag wanted him and
his so-called best friend to 'learn new ways of being.'
Little did she know (nor care) that the pinkish magic she
unleashed would permanently end the criminal lives of several
rogue males. A sentence without hope of returning macho for two
of them, all because of her potent, pink lighted Goddess amulet
and its ancient connection to the mystical akashic records.
"It could have taken me ages for a closet High Priestess
like me to find the proper consort for my Freddy." The Fag-Hag
explained to them during home instruction: "Then I noticed you
two impudent male scamps treating me rudely."
She confided that Stallion Freddy, her closest of male
friends was a fellow traveler of hers through many karmic
lifetimes. As acting High Priestess for the emerging new age, it
was revealed that her closest occult ally needed a more
acceptable sexual partner in order to perform his cosmic mission.
An 'old soul' known to him from a previous incarnations,
often female. A romantic candidate who needed to be properly
schooled in the eyes of the Goddess and destined to be rewarded
at this upcoming fertility ceremony;
It promised to be a most mystical and ancient rite,
transforming one's birth gender, a blessing for someone to bear
offspring as the Divine Mother intended.
After accepting her offer of home instruction, Danny felt
the last shreds of his masculine control over the situation
dissolve away. Seeing blondie boy eagerly submit to his emerging
feminine desires, formerly wild and macho youths becoming
enchanted by both the pinkish light and their own inner hearts.
Danny was certainly in awe of the feminine mystique and
occult lore he discovered inside the woman's lair. His evolving
femme mind was beginning to see more than the pinkish haze as he
did before.
It was the onset of understanding, much better than
becoming enchanted by the dazzle of ancient witchcraft. Danny's
tormented young heart was also feeling a bit insecure, afraid of
becoming immersed way over his head - always left aside in that
eternal quest for meaningful love.
"Think of me as your spiritual guide and mentor, Danny."
The High Priestess said often enough to reassure him. He
recalled how the Fag-Hag nodded in approval at their posture
before taking each guy's wrist and fastening this lovely silver
bracelet. Danny could sense the bracelet was magical and was put
on to ensure obedience.
"Do exactly as I say or face the consequences." She
warned them both. "Remember there's always another beautiful
kind of boyfriend who'd gladly take your place if you little
scamps mess up." The scary thing about it all was that
neither of them seemed to mind dressing and acting like some
teen-age girl.
Curvy and adventurous cross-dressers at odds with one
another over this occult-savvy gay man - bitter rivals over a
very different kind of sexual partner now. Danny's mind seemed
shell-shocked and unable to resist, his aching boyfriend heart
already lost. He truly loved the gay stallion and would do
anything in order to have him.
As dutiful initiate of the Ruling Goddess, Danny was
skipping along this upscale, urban sidewalk and realizing that
his goddess ordained challenger had certain character flaws,
Blondie boy wasn't one to plan for the future or anything. That
clueless male tart was more into instant gratification, sexual
adventure.
It was clearly possible that such a predatory,
blond-haired rival wouldn't be able to properly complete his home
instruction from the High Priestess. Not likely to blossom into
transformation enough to please the Ruling Goddess at his
fertility ceremony.
Inside the sexual fantasy area of Danny's newly formed mind
a tiny seed of hope began to emerge. Maybe, just maybe he'd be
able to captivate that most accomplished, occult life mate.
Somehow Danny managed to find this new resolve. That was
just the way it would have to be. He merely needed to find to a
way to steal Stallion Freddy away from that undeserving male
tart. All he needed was to figure out a way, the proper plan in
order to do it.
More later.......