Date: Wed, 27 Jan 2010 13:13:45 -0800 (PST) From: Beautiful Creamer <beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com> Subject: Sissyboy Spinoffs 4 Sissyboy Spinoffs 4 By Beautiful Creamer One -- The bold entrepreneur "Good morning, Jeff. Come on into my office. Have a seat," said Biff Buggerall, CEO of "Sissy Boy" magazine, "Sissy Boy Sex Cruises," "Sissy Boy World" apparel stores, and the recently spun-off magazines "Sissy Boy Lingerie," "Sissy Boy Pre-Ten," and "Sissy Boy Tweens with Teens." Biff's marketing director, 25-year-old Jeff Spunkrope, entered Biff's office a bit warily. Jeff idolized Biff and was always a bit awed by the Great Man's presence. Jeff was a former sissyboy and working for Biff was Jeff's dream job. Though now a committed "top," Jeff felt the "old stirrings" whenever Biff looked at him. And he was "looking at" Jeff rather oddly that morning. Jeff sat and waited. Then Biff spoke. "The expansion of our magazine lineup has made us all richer, Jeff. The money and the opportunity to fuck the world's prettiest boys make this a pretty sweet job, don't you think?" Jeff agreed readily. But wondered where the conversation was going. Then he found out. "I'm happy with the results," Biff said, "but I'm disappointed with my staff. I've been doing all the work throughout this series of spinoffs, coming up with the ideas and doing the research. What have you and the rest of the staff been doing? Fucking boys all day, that's what. Have you even done a lick of work in the last six months?" Jeff felt an ice-cold spike in his heart. Was he being fired? From the only job he ever wanted? Worse, it was all unfair. Jeff and the staff worked their asses off 12 or 13 hours a day -- getting distribution networks established -- editing the magazines -- supervising production. They barely got six hours of sleep and six hours of fucking in every day. Was Jeff's idol betraying him? But wait. There's more. "Don't worry, Jeff. No one's getting fired. But I want your input and ideas in the future, OK?" The 900-pound rock lifted from Jeff's chest. "Oh, yes, sir, Mr. Buggerall. Whatever you say." Biff smiled benevolently. "That's the future, Jeff. But you have to atone for what you've done. Your laziness and lack of initiative. Get those clothes off. All of them. Then lie across my lap. Now." What!!!! Biff wanted Jeff to strip naked and submit to a [gasp] naked spanking!?!?!?!?!? That was insane! Humiliating! Outrageous! Jeff's cock was so stiff it throbbed and ached fiercely. What were his choices? Do the gutsy thing by disobeying his Supreme Leader. Lose his job, the money, the access to the boys. Or submit to a naked spanking from the only man in the world who made him feel like a sissyboy again. The only man whom Jeff would let fuck him. Forget "let." Jeff had been thinking about Biff fucking his unused-for-nearly-ten-years bottom since he started working at Buggerall Industries. But a spanking? Feeling Mr. Buggerall's firm hand on his naked bottomcheeks! The way Daddy used to spank Jeff when he was naughty. Jeff blushed when he thought about what Daddy and he would do AFTER the spanking. It was so awesome. And Jeff missed it. Though he knew he was supposed to have put away childish things. Though he still ate Froot Loops. And his favorite meal was still macaroni and cheese. Jeff missed being a sissyboy. It had been the best time of his life. Even though his current, fuck-filled life was pretty darned good too. Jeff stripped. A little more slowly than he should have if he were just taking off his clothes. The old sissyboy muscle memory was back and Jeff threw a little tease into the proceedings. Making sure Mr. Buggerall got a nice view of his bottom, then his cock and balls. Biff nodded appreciatively at the sight. Jeff was a man, not a boy. But Jeff had the sissyboy gene and it showed itself in situations like that one. It pleased Biff that Jeff's cock was painfully stiff. Biff was a dick stiffener and always would be. When Jeff was fully naked and being a bit of a flirt, Biff responded by also stripping naked. Oh. Jeff gasped. He'd seen Biff naked from the waist down many times. It was de rigeur at staff meetings to have cocksucking boys under the conference table. But seeing Mr. Buggerall all bare was a stunner. The man was buff and hunky. Which made Jeff regress even more to his sissyboyhood. Was Mr. Buggerall going to FUCK Jeff! Not yet. Biff sat and motioned for Jeff to lie across his naked, hairy knees. Did Jeff actually whimper before he lay down? It's a recorded fact. Biff secured Jeff for the spanking by holding Jeff's cock between Biff's hairy thighs. Another whimper from Jeff. Then, for the moment, the fun was over for Jeff. And the pain began. Wham!!!!!! Biff slammed his palm into Jeff's buttocks. That hurt! And it was only the beginning. Biff gave his director of marketing a four-star spanking. Ow! Jeff wasn't very manly about accepting his condition. He begged and bawled and pleaded for mercy. Crying his pretty eyes out. Just the way he did when Daddy spanked him. But the most humiliating thing was that Jeff spunked between his boss's hairy thighs. Hard. So maybe it wasn't all pain. After 25 hard slaps, Biff stopped and had Jeff stand. My my. The young man had made quite a mess all over his boss's inner bits. And his cock was still half hard and dripping cream. "Don't rub your bottom, young man!" Biff said. "And stop crying, please. Daddy didn't want to hurt you, but I have to discipline you when you're bad. Daddy still loves you. Now sit on my lap and give me a kiss." "Daddy?" Oh my. Jeff's cock was thoroughly stiff when he placed his flaming red bottom onto Mr. Buggerall's left thigh. Jeff couldn't stop sniffling and a little snotball was in his right nostril. Biff thought he looked adorable. He took the young man's skinned, red knob between his thumb and forefinger and rubbed it, saying, "My little man likes to be spanked, I think. Or maybe he just likes being naked with Daddy." Jeff groaned. No one could stir a sissyboy's soul like Biff Buggerall. Biff moved in and stole a kiss from Jeff. The snot bubble burst. Tongues! Hands on cocks. No one had fucked Jeff's bottom in nearly ten years. That streak ended. Biff Buggerall gave Jeff Spunkrope a sample of what the world's prettiest boys have enjoyed more than anything in their lives. A big sample. A wet, plunging, sample. Torturing Jeff's prostate with his cock the way Daddy did after he spanked Jeff. The way Jeff missed every day but wouldn't admit it to himself. Biff fucked Jeff for four hours. With a half hour break for lunch, of course. Biff's assistant Kevin had standing instructions to bring lunch for two into Biff's office every day at noon. No matter what was going on in there. The sight was naked Jeff on his knees attempting to "raise Biff's flag" yet again wasn't the strangest thing Kevin had seen in there. After lunch, the fucking resumed. Three spunks for Biff. Jeff lost count. In the end, they stopped because they were exhausted. Which gave Jeff a moment to think. There was a point to this and Biff would deliver it soon enough. "That was great," a sweaty, drained Biff said between kisses of Jeff's lips. "We should do that at least once a week. How about every Thursday at 10?" Jeff's heart fluttered. He would adore that! Biff would keep that promise. Jeff was a mature sissyboy and Biff needed to expand his repertoire a bit. Plus, he was a GREAT fuck. The point was imminent. Then, "I know you've been working your ass off, Jeff. I just used that little bit of theater so I could spank you, then fuck you. I've wanted to fuck you since your interview." Jeff blushed. The point??? OK. Biff said, "Take a look at this mockup of a possible spinoff magazine. Tell me what you think." Jeff considered the magazine. "Sissy Boy: Discipline." The cover featured a delicious, 11-year-old sissyboy. Naked, except for his panties, which had been pulled down to his mid-thighs. His bottom was fully exposed to the camera. It was a gorgeous example of anal beauty, marred only by its flaming, red cheeks. The boy had obviously just been vigorously spanked, then just as vigorously fucked, as evidenced by the large quantity of thick sperm drooling from the boy's gaping anus. The boy was looking over his shoulder at the camera, displaying a lovely face, marred only by his red eyes and the tear-streaks from his recent, clearly heavy sobs. It was an amazingly erotic picture and the lead story inside showed step-by-step depictions of how the boy ended up with a red, spunked bottom and a tear-streaked face. Despite his recent "activity," the mock-up magazine gave Jeff a serious boner. It would be a huge hit. Except... Should he tell Biff the truth? Jeff took a deep breath and plunged into the truth pool. "It's very exciting, Boss," Jeff said. "Maybe our best ever. But... I'm afraid it would encourage men to physically abuse sissyboys. And we could never let that happen." Biff gave Jeff a stern look. For the second time that day, Jeff thought he would be fired. Then Biff smiled. "Exactly right, Grasshopper. Perfect analysis. We're not doing it. But what we did today confirmed what we will do." [Drum roll] "Older sissyboys need love too. Our new spinoff magazine will be about older sissyboys." Jeff sat up straight. Sissyboys as old as Jeff's 25? Not exactly. "The new magazine will be called `Sissy Boy Teen.' It'll feature models as young as 13 and as old as, maybe even 16. Older sissyboys. For the men who love them. And the men who remember what it was like to be a teen sissyboy." Jeff saw the logic in all that. And he trusted his boss's instincts. Though he would have liked to have been the sissyboy in a pictorial. Just one more time. [sigh] Well, there was always Thursdays at 11. Two -- The Target Market What young Jay Teenspunk said: "Oh, Dr. Pederasto [sob]. I don't know what to do. I'm 14 years old and my life is over. I kept fighting my `sissyboy feelings' from the time I was nine years old. But [whimper] the feelings were too powerful. I'm a sissyboy, but I'm too old now. I wasted five of my prime cocksucking, anal-fucking years and [boo-hoo] no man will ever love me." What Dr. Sigmund Pederasto heard: "Blah, blah, blah." If Sigmund Pederasto; East Sodom High School guidance counselor for male freshmen, last names K-Z; had a nickel for every time he'd heard that story from one of his charges, he could pay off his condo. Most of the time, Sigmund told the boys that it was OK to be an older sissyboy, but they shouldn't wait much longer to find a man. In fact, he had said to many of the cute ones, "I'm free tonight. Come on over to 123 Maple Street, apartment 21, at 7 and I'll fuck your brains out to prove it." Some of them took the offer. And benefitted greatly from the experience. As did Sigmund. But so many just couldn't get over the perception of hopelessness and missed opportunities Thank goodness the publisher of Sissy Boy magazine had recently begun publishing a "counseling aid." Sigmund's "batting average" had tripled since "Sissy Boy Teen" began three months earlier. Young Mr. Teenspunk was a prime candidate for Sigmund's "hands-on" therapy. Pretty as a 14-year-old picture. Slim figure. Sweet disposition. Like any sane man, Sigmund liked younger sissyboys too. But he seemed to have an even greater attraction to the mature variety whom many men simply overlooked. Their loss. With luck and some good counseling, Sigmund would be shoving his PhD-qualified prick into Jay that evening. Or before. Relieving the boy's concerns. Perhaps gathering data for a breakthrough professional journal article. This should be easy, Sigmund said to himself. Though he didn't want to be overconfident. "I see your point, Jay, and I feel your pain." Corny, but it worked for Bill Clinton. "Jay, you're not too old to be a sissyboy. In fact, you're in your very prime. And I can prove it in two ways." Jay stopped sniffling and paid rapt attention to his counselor. "Here's the first proof. You know who Biff Buggerall is, don't you, son?" Jay actually blushed. "Oh, yes sir. Mr. Buggerall is the publisher of Sissy Boy magazine and every sissyboy's dream man." Fish in a barrel, Sigmund thought, then continued. "That's right, Honey. Now you may not believe me about matters of sissyboyhood, but you would believe Biff Buggerall, wouldn't you?" A firm nod from the boy. "OK. So have you seen the new Sissy Boy spinoff magazine, `Sissy Boy Teen?'" Jay began bawling again. "Reading Sissy Boy magazine just makes me feel worse. All those ten-year-olds taking their daddies' cocks up their bums! [sob]" Sigmund sighed. This one's pretty, but dumb as a box of rocks. "You're partly right, but not anymore. Look at this. It's a new Biff Buggerall magazine devoted to older sissyboys. As old as 16! Maybe older!!" Jay stopped sniveling and looked at the magazine cover. It was a boy older than Jay, though not really prettier. He was kneeling naked, except for his panties, which were pulled down to his mid-thighs. His five-inch cock was drooling from a recent cum that he was proudly displaying on his flat tummy. But the real attention-getters were the three large, drooping, drooling cocks that had frosted his smiling face in an orgy of tribute to his mature beauty. Jay took notice. Sigmund handed the boy the magazine. Jay opened it and perused the lead article, called "A Big Engine Between the Legs." A motorcycle cop stops a car on a lonely highway. The driver is a beautiful boy old enough to have a license (at least 16!!) The motorcycle cop tells the driver, "You weren't speeding or anything. I just pulled you over on a DWB. Driving while beautiful!" The sissyboy driver likes that a lot. The cop likes the sissyboy a lot. The boy gets out of the car and the man and boy kiss. Cocks appear during the kissing. And sperm happens. The boy strips naked and gets onto his knees, giving the cop a better thrill than mere bike riding. Sperm deluges face. The boy bends over his car hood and the cop, who never removes his helmet, reflective sunglasses, jackboots or fully removes his pants fucks the boy gloriously. Sperm everywhere. Case proven. Men like older sissyboys. Biff Buggerall says so. Jay's confidence soared. But so did his curiosity. "You said you could prove it in two ways, Dr. Pederasto." Maybe the boy wasn't so dumb after all. "The other way, the best proof, is that I'm very attracted to you, Jay. I'd like to fuck you very much. Would now work for you, or how about right after school today?" Jay was startled. Then flattered. "I guess I could skip my lunch period. How about now? And after school today?" A very smart boy. Who had been longing to be fucked for quite some time. Thanks to the great Biff Buggerall (and the greater Sigmund Pederasto), he was about to get his wish. "All right sweetie. Just take your clothes off and drop your things over there while I lock my door." Madge, Sigmund's secretary, would never interrupt a counseling session -- especially a noisy, odd-smelling one like many of her boss's conferences. But why take chances? Sigmund turned around from the door to see the very nicely naked Jay Teenspunk. What a doll! A virgin, if the boy were telling the truth. Or he's a great little actress if he wasn't, Sigmund thought. Sigmund didn't want to get completely naked, but he did remove his shoes, socks and pants. Showing Jay his prize possession -- a cock any man would be proud of. Jay gasped. Sigmund loved it when they gasped. The boy fell to his knees and began to orally worship the superior male's cock. Sigmund loved when that happened. The easy way would have been for Sigmund to just let the boy suck him off, then clean his face off and go back to class. Postpone fucking him until after school. But Sigmund was impatient. He wanted to fuck that fine example of mature sissyhood right then. The boy was willing. So Sigmund thanked Jay for giving him what he called the "sweetest treat in the world." He bent the boy over his desk, boyish cock across some reports he was writing on his other counselees, then proceeded to give the boy a nice bottomhole tonguing. Which made the boy spunk all over said papers. Oh well. It was worth it. Jay spunked for a second time when Sigmund lubricated and dilated him with fingers and Spermbutt anal lubricant. It was the rubbing on the prostate that did it. Sigmund was sure. The sissyboys all go weepy and spunky when you rub their prostates. Time was limited, so the main event was next. Sigmund Spermbutted his cock, rubbed its peehole around Jay's "pink spot" a bit in order to tease the boy up, then, in an act of mercy akin to ripping off a bandaid, he shoved his massive porker into a hole made for slimmer, softer, one-way traffic in the other direction. Ouch. In the outer office, Madge winced a little when she heard the plasma-curdling scream. She tsk-tsked a bit, thinking that when she was in school, a girl only "gave it up" to a teacher if she was failing and needed an A to graduate. The boys all seemed to "give it up" too easily in her estimation. Jay didn't like the initial visitation of his asshole by an space invader. It was too big, too hot and too hard. Though, once the pain subsided and he got used to his strange visitor, he liked the pressure on his prostate a lot. Plus, the best part was that he was now, with a cock in his ass, an official sissyboy. Entitled to all privileges and responsibilities of that status. Beginning with the privilege of feeling that fat meat rubbing his prostate with each long stroke. Oh, that was good. Almost too good. It only took twelve long strokes to throw the boy overboard for the second tine in 20 minutes. More spunk on those papers. Sigmund fucked on. Delighted that he had given his new sissyboy lover two anal orgasms without yet touching the boy's cock, he rewarded himself by allowing himself to spunk earlier than he had planned. He probably could have made Jay spurt again before he creamed his bum, but why wear out the boy? Or himself. Plenty of time for that after school. Plus, right after lunch, Sigmund was "counseling" Darren, a boy who thought he was too old to begin a career as a sissyboy. Thank you, Biff Buggerall, wherever you are. I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com. 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