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   This is only a story, okay?  Nobody here is in favor of having sex with
underage people and most cross-dressers probably aren't gay.  It goes
without saying that most 'fag-hags' aren't evil either.  Ladies that enjoy
the company of gay men seem to be nice people and some may even resent the
term of endearment.

   And it's never been my intention to slander the vegan lifestyle, Wicca,
Druids, the rest of the occult and all the other great religions of the
world.  This is just a story, okay?  It is merely the product of a terribly
twisted mind - so enjoy!



   The 'Knob polisher' part Two: by Quizzer

   What happened so far....

   Scorpio lover-boy was an outspoken eighteen-year-old male buck who
enjoyed drinking beer with the guys and lusting after the girls, his party
cohorts were the motorcycle thugs who sold dope in this town.  Yet, this
brash and sassy blond-haired youth had taken to the confident gay
stallion's erotic and forbidden charms.

   Their wickedly intense gay love tryst didn't stay pent up in the closet
either.  It seemed only natural when the stronger, most demanding ramrod
lover emerged naturally on top.  With his golden wide, hard-rock chest,
rippling male muscles and well defined body; the happy warrior gay stallion
easily became the in control and dominant new-age lover, a partner his
closet submissive, wickedly ravished blondie boy secretly craved.

   It didn't take long before Stallion Freddy and his closest occult
friend, the Fag-Hag, brought this latest romantic victim to heel, high heel
sandals, that is.  Freddy's totally subdued, bottom loving boyfriend
couldn't even recover his heart - that ultra-dominant sexual partner moved
in like a gay storm trooper to take command.

   Blondie boy's gorgeous muscular, buff cover hunk demanded sex constantly
in their whirlwind karma of orgy and courtship.  All those confusing fierce
jungle emotions began kicking in during Freddy's creamy deep ramrod
penetrations.  It was Scorpio boyfriend's exotic introduction to romantic
connections and couple hood, just as his lonely and submissive teen-age
heart craved.

   There had to be competition, of course.  Other more desirable male bucks
wanted to attract and satisfy his beloved Stallion Freddy, his wickedly
confident and accomplished new-age lover.  Those vegan predator boyfriends
looking at him with love in their jaded dreamy eyes.  They were those
terrible young predators already inside his romantic social circle, wanting
to fondle Freddy's cock and hard-bodied warrior torso.  Sexual rivals from
another romantic reality - threatening the only real karmic lover he'd ever
know.

   It didn't take long at all for blondie boy's naughty ass romance to
evolve into complex role-playing.  One night the Fag-Hag brought over silky
dark panties from Victoria's Secret.  Her choice of pink spandex shorts
merely added to the mystery.  That was the night Stallion Freddy ruled so
hard - forcing that spanked and obedient gay cock teaser to wear skimpy
female clothing.

   A master/lover who easily made his point in wickedly fierce sexual
penetration - he began by turning one silly cute-ass submissive boyfriend
into his 'girl'.  Stallion Freddy's aggressive gay/warrior sperm totally
cemented them into a serious and genuine romantic relationship.  Scorpio
blondie got his first introduction into spandex and sensual adventure,
sweet submission to his most dominant romantic partner in panty hose and
climax.

   Their fierce sexual gymnastics continued for several more days, then the
hard-bodied demanding gay stallion told his silky obedient girly/boyfriend
they'd be attending this new-age social event that very evening.  It wasn't
a request.

   Later that night the party boy returns to the scene, under new romantic
custody:



   "Get out there and create a gay dating scene that makes you happy."
Stallion Freddy had to advise and scold.  All because his closest vegan
cohort, Dale Flint lament about the local gay dating scene.  Freddy's
always does that, getting on his proverbial soapbox and cruising for an
argument, making his opinions known.

   I hate it when he does that, but guess how we ended up sexually
together? I used to be your average eighteen-year-old guy who worked in an
auto body shop, partied with the guys and lusted after the girls - but that
was before.  I first decided to get into astrology, and this occult
bookstore because it was a perfect method for me to meet (and seduce)
available young women.  I was amazed how often this thin, but otherwise
ordinary male buck was getting his share of female tail after venturing in
this wonderful new occult world of sexual adventure.

   How was I to know that those spirited arguments I had with this arrogant
but handsome occult gay stallion would lead to something wild?  Fred
Majowski, alias Stallion Freddy, lectured at our favourite occult
bookstore, you see.

   I really enjoyed the parties our occult bookstore sponsored, this
Scorpio dude was getting his share of the action by charming all those
ditzy hot babes I met earlier from astrology class.  We certainly were
polar opposites, I liked the foxy girls and Freddy had to dominate his
legion of silly-ass legal-age boyfriends.  I enjoyed getting high and that
harsh gay vegetarian despised the use of drugs and alcohol.

   You know what they say about opposites, opposites attract.  I had no
idea another, very different kind of sexual partner would conquer my jaded
romantic heart.  At first I was repelled and amazed seeing them, all those
out-of the closet gay freaks I met during those occult bookstore sponsored
gatherings.

   Latent homophobia, the Fag-Hag had to remind me.  According to her,
university studies have shown that homophobia - even in small doses, neatly
corresponds to homosexual urges.  I dunno, but I never fell in love with
anybody like Stallion Freddy before.

   Now this blond-haired Scorpio party boy was another one of THEM, that
totally gay posse of trans-sexuals and cross-dressers.  Rather devoted
lover-boys flirting femme in the orbit of that mystical and arrogant gay
stallion we called Freddy.

   "You know what, Dale?" Our Freddy bear had to argue again while us
pretty ass boyfriends loitered meekly near-by.  "You tell me you don't like
other gay guys much.  You say you don't really like the gay dating scene."

   Most of Freddy's devoted posse boys were in excellent shape, not in
macho, athletic terms, but looking like male models in an underwear
catalogue or something.  Cabana boys, mostly thin guys like me with smooth
skin and just slightly on the muscular side.  Freddy and the 'Fag-Hag'
enjoyed making them over to look androgynous and pretty.

   Our solid muscled master/lover stated that his pal, Dale suffered under
two illusions: That there was merely one gay dating scene, and that all gay
people are supposed to like other gay people in some sort of fuzzy
brotherhood.



   "Wrong....wrong....All Wrong!" Freddy had to add for emphasis.  I
blinked my baby blue eyes at Freddy in flirty romantic agreement.  A flirty
smile of agreement too, my long lashes flexing too feline sweet because my
forbidden lover was so wise about such things.

   Freddy knew about stuff, like my bedroom tiger had a gift.  He usually
held a real edge over just about anybody else.  When he spoke about all
kinds of things, others listened.  He always sounded true too - even when I
used to tease and heckle him in naughty-ass secret flirt.

   "Those two have been an item for over a week now - ever since that last
lunar eclipse party at the occult bookstore." The Fag-Hag confided about us
to Freddy's (now our) new-age vegan friends.  "They're getting pretty
serious about their mating rituals too.  It didn't take a lot of dates."

   "I once asked this cute-ass macho, little party boy out on a date once.
But was turned down flat!" Freddy actually scolded me for it while looking
so butch and cute.  I tried to remember ever turning down Freddy for a date
while looking upon an angry tide of rival boyfriend stares.  Freddy was
actually smiling about it!

   A smile right back and we were smiling at each other; he wore this
smooth confidence while fondling my tight ass shorts from behind.  My heart
was beating hard again, enjoying Stallion Freddy's killer biceps holding me
sweetly tight.

   "What do you know about the gay dating scene?" Freddy scolded me
patiently annoyed.  "Sit down besides us here and tell us where Dale can
meet that very special boyfriend." I had little choice but to obey him,
becoming dizzy with feline sexual excitement.  All the other competitive
boyfriends around me had to notice.

   Freddy actually singled me out from the rest of the pack, probably
because my accomplished demon/lover needed to see my buns wiggling sleek
and sexy in skintight spandex shorts.  A hot combination of cute-ass gay
dude and slutty looking straight woman, that firm-ass female exercise
outfit really showed off my very best features, and Freddy liked the look
too.

   I had dizzy feelings of romantic excitement, a smug tingle of being
chosen out from the pack and meekly wanting to obey him.  So, I composed
myself, trying not to gloat or smile too much in triumph.  Amid Stallion
Freddy's inside circle, we all hoped for the sparkle of his approving
smile, the sound of his voice and that light touch of his arrogant but
determined warrior hands as praise.

   Of course, Freddy's posse of ultra-competitive boyfriends had to notice.
My lashing blue eyes and blond ponytail looking down properly demure as his
jaded posse of boyfriends watched.  Cross-dressed in this wickedly tight
female exercise outfit.  My silly mind kept on trying to remember what the
Fag-Hag said, something about me needing to get along with all of Freddy's
friends - because otherwise he'll be deciding who he really needs to spend
time with - them or me.

   Freddy crooked his finger to beckon me closer, saying: "You winked to me
and my friend Dale, it was almost as if you knew something." He accused me
cheerfully before ordering....."Sit down besides us here and tell Dale what
he needs to know about the gay dating scene.  Do it now!"

   "I just want to know where I can find another one like you, hunny" Dale
enthused while admiring my spandex tight shorts from behind.  An
accomplished master/lover like Freddy deserves to be seen with a boyfriend
who tries to look pretty for him.  I wanted to be seen with Freddy
everywhere, even if as a status symbol.

   "!!SLAP!!!  !!SLAP!!!  Freddy rapidly moves in to paddle my pink spandex
shorts wickedly mean from behind.  "I told you to sit down - You flame out
slut!!" My most awesome but arrogant butch lover ever scolded with
authority...  !!SLAP!!!SLAP!!!.

   I tried to smile sheepishly to Freddy's pals while gingerly setting my
abused butt down as instructed.  After all, both solid muscular gay hunks
like Stallion Freddy and Dale could inflict great personal injury on me
if.....

   My incredible forbidden lover had the physical body and diabolical power
to crush any real challenger.  It wasn't easy playing cute and silly with
that strong-arm gay stallion during romantic foreplay either - my Freddy
always enjoyed paddling my cheeky tight girly butt - if only to
'jump-start' our sexual gymnastics!

   "This one here is Irene's latest find, my 'Goldilocks' with the fine
tush." My Freddy Bear mused loudly enough so others could hear.  Those
wonderful warrior lips only a stolen kiss away from mine, his voice
sounding comforting and sensual.  "This perky little femme actually had the
balls to call Irene a 'fag-hag' once - just because he was bad!  Isn't that
cute?"

   "Everybody calls poor Irene the 'Fag-Hag' now, " Stallion Freddy toyed
with my ear lobes now, fondling another piece of romantic jewellery to add
to my treasure.  Zodiac earrings, the swimming fishes symbol of Pisces
dangling from this Scorpio boy's newly pierced ears.  Pisces is Freddy's
birth sign, of course.  Irene says it means that my ears are in tune with
his voice and that's really cool.

   "Poor boy." Freddy mused again.  "Irene never really objected to being
called a 'Fag-Hag', to her it was a badge of honor.  Little macho blondie
boy got rewarded after that stunt; he got chosen to be her'debutante.' Just
the Fag-Hag's latest discovery among those drunken stupid party boys who
decided to invade our new-age social scene.."

   "The occult bookstore." Dale surmised, seeing my dazzled blue eyes
lashing up cute to Freddy, me thinking about our special enchanted meeting
place.  "That astrology bookstore you work out of must be a regular hotbed
of gay seduction!" Dale decided.

   "Not really." Freddy shrugged while idly fondling my new golden bangles.
His gift of jewellery again made a quite wonderful statement, our
ever-blossoming sexual alliance.

   This giddy teen-age tart was actually showing off romantic treasure as
Freddy began to spin it around.  Chic golden bangles in the hands of such
an accomplished forbidden lover, my golden jewellery glistening for show
upon off thin soft wrists, fingers massaging Freddy's loins as others
watch.

   "Some boys at the occult bookstore try acting hetero-macho coy on me at
first." Stallion Freddy explained with jaded humor, his arrogant warmth
still holding my manicured femme hands in his aura of sexual prowess. 
"Most of the time me and Irene end up rescuing those frustrated gay sluts
out of their little closet!"

   "Tsk.." I pursed glossy feline painted lips into pout, golden bangles
and manicured hands moving away from caressing Freddy's knobby hard warrior
lap in response to cruel tease.

   "Getting stoned stupid with the macho boyz didn't cut it anymore,
right?" This over the edge, vegan posse boy says loudly enough to
disrespect me.

   A solid male about 170 pounds or so, another dangerous rival for my
Freddy and most knew it.  This jock type with the almost angelic face and
blondish short hair coming out fashionably longer - now posing like he
wanted to do something to me.

   Wearing pastel yellow shorts standing up on smooth solid legs, real male
muscles expanding his chest to torment: "Little blond tart just had to pick
up on my boyfriend!  My Freddy was the only real man for your hot-ass
joyride, wasn't he?  How many times did you have to wiggle that horney slut
tail in order to trick him?"

   "This one is a tricker??" Stallion Freddy enthused while my stroking my
sleeky femme nylon thighs a bit too wickedly confident.  "My happiest
ram-rod jockey?" An electric current of pleasure still lingered inside
until he arrogantly added: "This cross-dressing cowgirl enjoys being the
champion rodeo-riding bitch.  She can ride my creamy love pole at full
gallop all night!

   Dale and Freddy chuckled during coarse gossip while I shuddered again in
curious arousal.  All those wickedly gay comments about our love life,
hearing this masterful lover using female terms while petting my
top-knotted blond, ponytail hair like an adorable puppy.  My glossy pink
exercise outfit must have provided great eye-candy for Freddy and his
new-age entourage.

   "Don't you believe those two make a pretty pair?" The Fag-Hag positively
cackled in comment to someone behind us.  "I never approved of that
Barbie-boy rascal at first - then I noticed that impudent young tart and my
Freddy shared this powerful sexual chemistry.  So, I did my usual magic to
make them a matched set, n'est ce pas?"

   "That narcissist from the astrology bookstore looks like some cartoon
character.  Freddy's little self-centered Astrology chart-Barbie, that
pony-tail femme slut wants to keep my Freddy for his own private love tool
- and it's all according to his moon and stars!." The kid was standing up,
flexing his arms and chest while glaring me down.

   He was a solid youth about 17 years old with muddy brown hair in long
styled cornrow braids.  He had on really tight red shorts like mine except
mine were glossy pink, standing tall and sassy.  Another vegan gym rat
joins up to torment me, one with the shorter blond hair.  Dude looked as if
he stepped out of a male underwear catalogue.

   A dangerous suitor showing off his golden wide chest to show he worked
out, another over the edge challenger to consider in this highly
competitive alternated sexual universe.  My face begins in flush red in
reply.  Under stress from worrying about softly defined make-up and trying
to remain calm; My idle thinking about Freddy's posse, robust male bucks
with stormy minds in emotional turmoil.

   Probably wanting to whip my pretty ass raw - thinking of ways to hurt
me. Wondering in anguish: "What's my Freddy doing with that blond-ass
tranny slut?  Little gay bitch!!!  But those glaring jealous eyes of rage
were making me smug and satisfied too.

   Seeing jaded suitors, rivals with hard desirable bodies - losing out
because of my romantic karma.  "You have the magic touch, my friend." Dale
comments to Freddy as they notice rival boyfriends facing off.  We laughed
when Dale suggested those vegan posse boyz must be feeling under the gun.
It seems another - more radical (femme) new-age suitor has emerged, a most
feared blonde-faced sexual challenger.

   "This sweet-ass cutie is a bit nicer to look at than your usual stable
of gay gym rats." Dale noted.  "Nice touch." I smiled fondly at Freddy's
pal because he said something nice, something nice to hear amid those
cat-calls coming out to torment me.

   Dale is about Freddy's age with a 'Jay Leno' kind of jaw and face, and
was decent looking in an athletic way.  Saying to me directly: "Wow, you're
really freaking the vegan muscle boys out!  Those buff young muscle sluts
don't exactly play by the rules and they're a lot bigger than you..."

   "Better suck, fuck or fight!" One jaded wit said from the audience
loudly.  It could have been one of my old macho-drinking buddies mouthing
off in the crowd.  They didn't like me either.

   "My pretty boy isn't allowed to fight." Stallion decides in front of
everyone.  His strong confident hands already in touch with my body,
caressing ear lobes and making me shiver with pleasure.  Quite the drama
for this queen in the show, the vegan audience began seeing this exercise
video femme in spandex uniform - making out with Stallion Freddy
naughty-ass proud!

   Dark nylon toes in girly sandals begin kicking up at the ceiling,
jubilant lips all over Freddy in hot-ass bliss.  Of course it was mean,
letting all the boys see my bitchy side - but those solid muscle sluts were
beginning to piss me off!

   "THAT'S ENOUGH." Freddy scolds, pushing giddy femme aggressive lips away
with his own.  Powerful warrior hands were moving me off his knobby-hard
lap - his strong-arm control of girly romantic teen-age antics.

   "WHAT'S UP?" I boldly ask Freddy in front of his crowd, me using
standard guy speak; like a straight male talking teen-age sassy inside this
female exercise outfit.  !!!SLAP!!  SLAP!!!  Stallion Freddy rapidly steps
in, his enraged paddling of my silly spandex ass.  Angry hard slaps dancing
off my behind to make his point.

   "Grand-standing in front our friends and embarrassing me." Freddy says
evenly as a parent.  Then he added: "And you never did wear those high heel
boots like I wanted.  I want to see my little 'Puss in Boots' - get it? 
!!!SLAP!!  !!SLAP!!!

   I'm always doing that, acting like a silly goose instead of a proper
consort.  'Straying away from your goddess path.' Irene says a lot to coach
me now.  Yea, the woman I once scorned as a 'fag-hag', she's like a mentor
for me these days.  It takes up a lot of my time too.

   "Emissary for the Goddess." She once explained, that's a high honor
among her Wicca community.  Slowly, I'm becoming more acceptable for my
goddess path in this more curvy female form.  Becoming closer in emotional
terms to our Wicca Elders as they prepared me.

   Drinking herbal potions, dancing outside lighted circles while strange,
hooded women chanted in eerie moonlight.  So necessary to do the magic in
my gender-evolving relationship with Stallion Freddy.

   "I was about to control your little blonde uprising." The Fag-Hag
remarks acidly to Freddy while coming over to join us.  Speaking in hushed
private tones - as if we were managers and pitchers in the middle of a
baseball game, or something.

   The Fag-Hag upbraided me patiently annoyed.  As Goddess Emissary she
accused me of acting like 'little Miss Hot-pants' Freddy was secretly butch
and naughty at the time, wickedly squeezing my pink ass shorts from behind
again.  With girly strap sandals flexing to aggressive furtive petting on
the buns, I actually tried to listen as the Fag-Hag spoke.

   She urged me to return to a 'softer tone' because my 'impudent behavior'
had reached a 'graphic image'.  As Goddess Emissary, she warned me that my
gender-evolving karmic relationship with her Freddy may not 'take root'. 
It felt heartsick hearing that.

   As goddess emissary - or merely as a mundane fag-hag, the lady had to be
my greatest ally.  In karmic lifetimes or even just this miserable one, the
lady was an important card for me to play in that never-ending struggle for
a meaningful sexual union.

   Freddy told me he was pleased, satisfied that our ultra-physical sexual
relationship had evolved into something wild like boy and girl.  I felt
ashamed hearing it, with spandex tight buns so sore from Freddy's kinky
mean strong-arm spankings.  All that humiliation in being forced to pose
and obey him, my most arrogant butch demon lover.

   Ruggedly handsome in his early Paul Newman, 'Greek God' kind sort of
look; my beloved romantic master had powerful other worldly allies you
wouldn't believe.  Born into a prosperous local family, Fred Majowski found
his own wealth through several new-age business ventures.

   With mellow voice and commanding, almost mystical persona of authority,
he seemed to enjoy his entourage of fans and groupies.  Restless male
muscle tarts out of Freddy's pack, younger hearts on the frazzled edge now
and making comment about me again:

   "Astro-Barbie Boy has to be the pinkest flame-out slut I never did see!"
One exclaimed in crude wit.  "Pinky tail must think he's getting the
greatest piece of ass ever - by bitch-riding my Freddy's solid gay horn!"

   "If only I could have gotten in on Irene's good side instead of that -
sissy knob gobbler!" Another lamented out loud.  "Fucken panty-waist bitch!
This is bullshit man..."

   This male model from the ballet school was calling me: "Astrology chart
Barbie boy' and 'Astro-narciss sissy' before walking up closer and turning
his nose up to add: "Everything revolves around the narcissist, it's all in
their own astrology chart.  That's you Astro-Barbie boy, isn't it?  The
entire universe might revolve around you - but my Freddy won't!  You'll
never get away with taking him...NEVER!"

   "Using such pungent language," The Fag-Hag interrupted his tirade to
scold.  "And in front of Freddy's little princess too." She positively
cackled with a chilling, other than worldly voice of authority.  "That kind
of behavior only make me see you as a problem child."

   Freddy's ballet school muscle boy cringed in shame.  Irene's fierce glow
of evil-eye stares appeared to put his face and long braided hair upside
down in the spotlight.  The Fag-Hag nodded to me privately as if letting
others know of his submission.

   "Astrology-chart Barbie is my Narcissism Queen!" Freddy says to agree,
returning the entire room to jaded mirth at my expense.  "All the Solar
System, the moon, sun and stars exist to affect his life.  It's called
astrology kids and it's all about him - isn't that just too self-absorbed
girly sweet?"

   "Astrology-chart Barbie is my Freddy's silliest goose!" The Fag-Hag
mused to lighten up the mood.  Just about then my ultra-dominant lover
began probing - pushing strong-arm fingers into my girly ass behind, his
most familiar sexual territory.

   "Astro-narcissists really suck!  Don't they Freddy?" Was another
cat-call heard from the usual gang of fools but Freddy just had to agree
with them saying: "They suck like champions!" He said meanly with jaded
enthusiasm.  "Astro Barbie has the finest lips for kissing below the belt.
She really loves to suck me dry while polishing off the long hard pole.

   She's been calling my creamy mean ramrod 'our magic wand' - and
Astro-Barbie loves making it hard and calling it magic!" After Freddy's
crude praise the entire crowd begins laughing amused at my expense - seeing
this exercise bitch with the glossy wide lips just smacking at their own
Stallion Freddy in some teenage girl pout.  Freddy Bear soon began purring
around me again being so cute and devilishly confident enough to make me
smile.

   It was praise after all; we all lived for the praise.  "Thanks for the
reminder..." Freddy remarks to nobody in particular, then he commanded me
to close my eyes and not to move.  "Just something for us we really need."
Freddy mused in explanation while his muscular cohort, Dale held onto my
shoulders.

   Freddy forced this pliers tool into my submissive mouth as his hands
kept my jaws totally wide and apart.  His determined hands in control again
- and this silly lover-boy didn't even think to resist.  "Ow...ow!  Ow! 
Ouch!" I whined as Freddy's aggressive crimping tool pierced - penetrated
my soft, vulnerable tongue with this metallic star-shaped instrument.

   My newly pierced, radical boyfriend tongue was decorated with this metal
stud and silver pin attached to it.  "Our 'knob-polisher." Freddy purred as
my ambushed tongue began to ache from piercing tool abuse.  "It makes a
matched set with our 'magic wand', don't you think?" He calmly put away his
piercing tool to hand me a mirror.















   The end....



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