Into the arms of a sissy

When his stop finally arrived, Jesse quite simply couldn’t jump up fast enough. It had seemed like an eternity he had spent, just nodding along or making interested-sounding hums, as the man with little between his ears except lists of things he owned recited them. What the teenage sissy just couldn’t understand was how the stranger clearly expected him to be impressed by all this, after blackmailing him into sitting through this awful situation in the first place. It was as if the fool had no idea that, to a Home-raised boy who’d barely ever owned anything… one designer watch or state-of-the-art hovercar was much the same as any other: An unimaginable waste of credit to just leave in a garage or draw somewhere.

It was experiences that Jesse understood… and the experience he had had was that of having to hold his skirt down between his legs and shuffle awkwardly as this creep rubbed himself raw between the teen’s ass-cheeks. Three-quarters of the way through there had been a distinct groan… and Jesse had felt a growing damp patch forming through the expensive material of the man’s pants. For the rest of the journey he’d had to just feel this press slimily against his skin while his would-be seat seemed to feel no shame at all in having jizzed himself in public. He was half-afraid the restraining arm around his bare midriff might not release him when there was finally the chance to escape.

But the rich fool looked up at him with genuinely-smiling eyes as he rushed for the door. “Well, perhaps I’ll get to see you again? I come this way quite often… I’ll keep a tracker on that clever, little collar they give you!”

Jesse shuddered as he emerged onto the platform. He thought he’d just gained his first genuine fan, give or take Betsy. He wasn’t sure he wanted any more…

Carrying on toward the school, he hurried past the spot on the sidewalk where he had lain electrified and immobile. Swinging his head left and right for any sign of the Dropouts who had done that to him. There wasn’t any… but he nearly jumped out of his skin when a expensive car with blacked out windows seemed to try and pull up next to him. The teen tried to speed up his walking to escape, only to hear his name called out from behind.

“Jesse! Waaaait a second! It’s me!”

Turning round, he was greeted by the sight of Suzy… trying to detangle his heels and handbag from the back passenger door of the car. Jesse could just about make out another hand, bedecked in expensive-looking rings and cufflinks, reach out and squeeze the other sissy’s ass as he did this. Suzy did not react in the slightest.

“Okay Daddy, thanks for the lift! Love yoouuu!” Came the femboy’s cutesy goodbye, before rushing to catch up with his friend on the sidewalk. The vehicle slid off, its immaculate, reflective surface giving no hints as to who remained inside.

Suzy ran straight up to Jesse and grabbed him in a crushing embrace, closely followed by a slobbery kiss on the lips. The boy from the Homes was absolutely stunned by this, but his assailant didn’t even seem to notice his flinch.

“Thanks for waiting! I was so excited to see you again!” Once again, Jesse was reminded that this was a boy who had spent most of his life alone with only the mysterious ‘Daddy’. No wonder the prospect of having made some new friends filled him with this much bouncing energy. He probably had no idea how the average teenager greeted each other, either. So he simply accepted the hug and kiss for the innocent signs of affection they were… only extracting himself from Suzy’s still-clinging arms when they absolutely had to start getting a move on towards school.