(Male Sub) Riley Halloway; Mommas Boi

The sun creeps along the sheets as it shines in through the window making its way ever closer to Riley’s sleeping face, before it can reach him to wake him gently the alarm goes off, blaring into his ear, grabbing his resting mind and dragging him kicking and screaming into the realm of the material.

His eyes flutter open, bags resting under his eyes as he slowly sits up, he hadn’t been able to sleep all night, with maybe 2 hours of rest to show for his efforts.

Then again, who COULD rest before a day like this, today he turns 18 a pivotal moment in a males life not only for their growth but for the trajectory of their entire life.

On a males 18th they are available for claiming, most normally by a sweetheart from school or maybe even a neighbor with which they will live with a serve.

The only problem is at school Riley is… well… invisible, not for lack of trying and not because of appearance, if that were the case he might be able to address it.

No the reason he more or less unclaimable to the girls at school is because of he moved to this city only a month ago with his mother, and as such no one at school knew him, certainly not enough to claim him along with any manner of flaws and quirks they didn’t know about.

His mother was apologetic about it sure but not enough to call it off, she needed this promotion after all as she was the families sole source of income.

It became increasingly more apparent that he would be condemned to the life of an unclaimed male, a fate worse then **** to many, **** to mooch off family or break his back working a dead end job that pays at most 10 dollars an hour and a slap on the ass.

But, he couldn’t just hide in bed forever, he had to accept this on the off chance that maybe by some miracle he had a secret admirer somewhere out there, it’s happened before, surely?

He climbs out of bed, dread filling him as he sets to work dressing up for the day, just because the bleak situation doesn’t mean he needs to give up.

He reaches into the drawers of his dresser and the hangers of his closet slowly assembling todays clothes, a small part of him silently hoping that maybe, just maybe the outfit will accentuate his body just enough that someone ANYONE will notice him.

He slides a pair of shorts up his naturally smooth legs and around his slightly girlish hips followed by a pull over shirt and pair of sneakers.

Despite his obviously girlish body he’s never really been one for feminine clothes the way others were, not that he wasn’t curious though.

Riley’s hair was a little short which limited his choice of styles so he opted to let it hang free, almost reaching his shoulders.

Making his way downstairs he’s by the scent of food wafting from downstairs, stepping into it is like stepping into a brick wall, stunning him for a moment.

He follows the divine scent downstairs, finding his mother, Catherine, at work in the kitchen, dishes piled high in the sink, her apron gently spattered with bits of uncooked food.

Riley inherited much from his mother, namely her shapely figure, auburn hair and green eyes, however if Riley could be considered curvy, his mother would be voluptuous, ever curve exactly where it needed to be with a little extra to boot making her body soft and squishy while retaining a sexual draw.

Riley always used to get fed up by the chatter of his old friends, talking about how they’d submit to her in a second if only that goddess, Aphrodite made manifest would look their way.

Laid out on the table is a plate of pancakes stacked high and a second plate for him to eat on, complete with fork and knife.

With a smile he plops down in his chair the one that he’s always sat in since he was born, the wood having been refinished many times since.

Cathrine was sentimental like that, that point is made clear as she takes her seat across from him leaving one last seat open, a seat that will likely never be filled again.

It belongs to Sam, Riley’s brother who left home without a word more then 5 years ago, not even a letter was left as the pair found him missing one morning, but strangely enough, Catherine never looked into his disappearance, she just seemed to know he left of his own accord and accepted that fact though for many nights Riley heard crying from her room.

“Morning Birthday boy! You excited for school? I bet the girls are gonna be fighting to claim you~” she says with a measure of motherly playfulness, the same energy when she said he’d be beating girls off with a stick when he grew up.

Riley could only manage a weak smile at his mother, he didn’t have the heart to tell her that she raised an unclaimed male, that she’d never have grandchildren, that her son was a failure.

After all she’s always done everything right, she was always there for him, she devoted her entire life to making sure Riley was happy and prosperous, as far as Riley knew she had no life outside of work and himself, she never brought friends over, never went out on dates, she just hung out with her special little man.

“Uh yeah… I’m uh… yeah you never know… right..?” He says trying to remain neutral as he turns the conversation over to something else, anything else.

“Sho howsh whork behn…?” He asks in between shoveling pancake into his mouth, as to speed along this conversation for fear of returning to its previous topic.

“Well thank you for asking, today is the start of a small vacation for me, I have some saved up sick days that I’ve been meaning to use.” she says as she leans back in her chair making it creak a little bit in defiance.

“Hoh yah..? What for..?” You ask sneaking a glance at the clock to measure how much time you’ve got before the bus arrives.

“Oh nothing important really, dear, I just have a little something I’ve been meaning to get done for a while now but always put it off.” Her words are a bit cryptic but Riley’s always been a firm believer of ‘Don’t dig where it’s not welcome’ so he lets sleeping dogs lie.

The bus arrives before Riley can finish his sizable meal much to his chagrin, his mother truly did make the best pancakes around.

She gives a small giggle as she scoops up the plate, dumping its contents into the trash to be forgotten forever, a sad day indeed.

“Hehe don’t worry sweetie I’ll feed you something even better when you get home” she says which did actually raise his spirits, while she wasn’t the best cook, everything she made always tasted better BECAUSE it came from her, some strange corner of his brain seems to think so at least.

And so with a hop and a skip he runs out the door, climbing into the bus and instantly the world feels a little colder, a little empty even.

He scoots into a seat, thankfully by himself but the couple across the aisle aren’t even subtle as a boy wearing a gorgeous dress nestles into his owners lap, moaning softly as she massages his ass and invades his mouth with her tongue.

All he could do was stare out the window to his left, watch the landscape change as green lawns and picket fences are replaced by old brownstones and neatly manicured and curated slivers of greenery like the occasional tree or patch of grass the same size as the sidewalk.

The bus comes to a stop as they arrive at Hopkins High the students filing out of the bus row by row, with a deep breath Riley does the same, stepping off the bus and into the sunshine to confirm his worst possible suspicion.

Dressing up all nice didn’t change anything, maybe he noticed a futa staring at his ass once or twice but that’s not exclusive to him, it meant nothing.

He went to classes, focused on his work with no fanfare, after all everyday is SOMEONES 18th birthday, it’s not uncommon to see boys dressed in all manner of cute, sexy or slutty attire, it’s all white noise to the girls who can get any **** soul they desire, hell some even create small harems for themselves, waiting on them hand and foot.

And it’s made all the worse as time goes on, a girl or futa can smell desperation a mile off, such desperation is more often then not a turn off.

Lunch arrives and Riley picks out a spot quite out in the open, easy to find, to easy you’d need to be TRYING to avoid him in order to do and still, no one approached.

He got to see plenty of others be all lovey dovey though, males feeding their owners or rubbing their feet as they unwound after a stressful class, he saw many more males knelt down under the tables, nestled between their owners legs as they worshipped at the alter of their goddess, eagerly lapping at their pussy or diligently milking their cock with their throat, one male was even on the receiving end, smiling like a king of old as he eats his food, his owner, an older girl suckled at his small member lovingly.

All Riley could do was silently grit his teeth and pretend to feel fine, unbothered, after all plenty of boys pass through school without an owner, that doesn’t mean he’ll NEVER have one, right?

At his wits end he turns to his final resort that one last card he could play if the chips were down and his ass was in the fire.

Slowly he stood, tray in hand as he heads to the back of the room on the opposite side from the door to the cafeteria, in the corner is a small circular table where a set of futas slowly watch he approaches, sly grins slowly climbing their faces as they spot the desperation, a male would HAVE to be **** to make the first move and approach a prospective owner.

Riley had heard once, a long, LONG time ago that there’s some women and futas that get off on the idea of being approached first and it made sense at the time.

After all, at his old school he absolutely adored when someone would approach wondering if he had promised himself to anyone yet, it made him feel so special and important, a kind of warmth he could only get from his mother now.

Clutching his tray tightly he speaks, his voice cracking and cheeks red, he humbly makes his request bordering on begging.

“H.. hello Aubrey I… I heard you turned 18 last month and… and I did too s.. so I was wondering if you’d w.. want to own m.. me..”

“Hmmmm… maybe… maybe.. you DO realize I’m a futa though… don’t you..?” She asks eyebrow cocked.

“W.. well ye-“ Riley tries to reply but he’s cut off, presumably that was a rhetorical question.

“And as a futa I need a pet that can handle me… but.. you’re new here… I don’t know if you can handle me now do I?” She asks her grin widening as the insulation is clear, clear to all except Riley.

“W.. well yeah… but I promise I am! My mom even bought me a training tool so that I’d always be ready..!” Riley says a bit proud, after all if the dildo is anything to go by, Riley is an ace cocksucker.

“Mmmmmhm… well I think you’ll find I'm a bit bigger then your mommy’s special gift~” she says as she opens her legs, reaching down between her thighs to set her cock free, all 2 and a half feet of it.

It’s about the width Riley’s forearm and many times longer then the trainer Catherine bought him making his heart fall into his stomach.

The look on his face apparently is hilarious as everyone at the table start to giggle at the sight of it.

“Tell you what lover boi~ you kneel down and suck me right here, right now, if I’m impressed then I’ll claim you on the spot~ you can be my lil girlfriend even~”

He weighs it in his mind only briefly before sinking to his knees, before her coaxing another giggle from Aubrey’s cohorts, her length cock lay before him, half hard with a sweaty musk pouring off it like radiation.

“Mmmmm yeah I just got back from P.E. but you don’t mind do ya~?” She asks forcing Riley to slowly shake his head in response.

Sheepishly his lips part and he attempts to remember his training, but this was NOT what he was trained for, this heavy, sweaty, slab of meat is too much but he knows he can’t walk away, this is his one shot and if it works out he’ll get used to it right?

Contact is made, his lips wrapping around her tip, slowly working his way down, his jaw already aching from the sheer girth of it and he’s only taken the tip so far.

He gently swirls his tongue around the head, slathering the spongy, drooling tip with saliva, his eyes clamped shut as he tries to focus on his work.

It seems though he’s not used to the size Riley’s training HAS paid off as Aubrey leans her head back, giving small sighs of pleasure as she lets Riley work, but it’s not long before she wants more.

Riley is just getting used to the tip when he feels fingers grip his hair tightly and pull him hard forcing him forward as he loses his center of gravity, falling into Aubrey’s crotch.

He tries to suck in a breath but he can’t, her mammoth cock is just too thick and it’s clogging up his windpipe, his feeble attempts to draw breath merely translate into a slight quivering in her length.

He looks up at her, tears slowly building in his eyes as he tries to get her attention but she’s not paying attention, when he tries to shake her she reminds him of his position.

And so he must suffer longer, only able to take in microscopic breaths as she begins to skull fuck him, hammering away at his throat her cock throbbing and drooling, the intensity of her moans becoming stronger.

His vision starts to darken as he feels more and more lightheaded, if he blacked out would Aubrey even notice? Would she even care?

Just as he’s straddling the line between conscious and **** he hears a shrill cry, a liquid hotness begins to feel his belly like he swallowed molten metal weighing him down and joining his breakfast.

Finally, mercifully Aubrey extracts her cock from his throat, allowing Riley to draw breath into his **** lungs in between sputtering coughs.

He blinks his eyes a few times to look up at Aubrey, hope and desperation in his eyes, he made her cum, she would take him! He wouldn’t be a loser! He’d make his mother proud!

“D… did I… I do good….?” He asked, wiping the tears from his eyes.

“Mmmmhm, that you did lover boy~” she said, resting her elbow on the table and then resting her cheek on her hand.

“S.. so you’ll take me right…? You’ll own me…?”

“Hmmm…. No, I don’t think I will”

The world crumbles, his heart along with it as he looks up at her slack jawed, hoping, preying this is all some cruel joke, at least then he can feel something other then feeling lost.

“Wh… what….?” He asks his voice quivering as the words sink in, in full.

“I don’t want you, sounds like nobody does, but don’t you worry I could use your throat whenever you like, any port in a storm am I right?” She asks eliciting laughing from her clique.

The bell rings and they gather their things paying Riley no mind at all as they step around his hollow husk of a body.

He never recovers from that, all that suffering, all that hope for it to have been for nothing, truly there’s no one in the empire who wants him, is something wrong with him? Is he broken?

These are his thoughts as he sleep walks through the rest of the school day, a hairs breadth away from collapsing into a puddle of tears and attacking the next person who knowingly or unknowingly slights him.

He doesn’t exit his mournful stupor until he arrives home, opening the door hoping to crawl under his covers and never come out, it doesn’t matter anymore, he’s a failure, a black mark on his family tree, no one loves him or wants him and they never will.

He sees no sign of his mother anywhere as he trudges through the living room and up the stairs, it’s just as well though, he wouldn’t want his mother to see him like this, battered and beaten like a dog left out in the rain.

And frankly he doesn’t have it in him to lie to her anymore…