Chapter 19

The evening wasn’t ideal for either of the feminized young men, Calvin Romanova had it worse only because looking like a girl was so much newer, their date only seeing a pretty but shy Catlyn. Sitting in a booth at a bistro Cal clenched his tooth, seething as he looked across the table at his blonde friend doing his best to ignore the presence of the other two men sitting with him. It was truly an annoyance not only was he sitting here double corsetted in a dress with high heels but the man at his side was taller than him and he wasn’t even short but the stupid ban had broad shoulders making him feel even less of a man by comparison, the worst part… one of them any how was he seemed like a great guy. Both him and the man at Ezme;s side were fire fighters that did volunteer work at a food kitchen in their free time, it was infuriating. ‘Stupid guy whatever their names are with their muscles, squared jaws and being fucker pillers in society!’ No matter how much he complained internally it didn’t change the truths he was sure of that he was sure of. His best friend was trans and he hadn’t seen it. It didn’t matter if their date went well where he gained romantic feelings for them, something he did upset them to the point Eliza the girl… the woman he had pined after for so many years sought to humiliate and torment him by making him go on a date with this stupidly perfect man.

“Cat are you okay? You seem tense?” The man at Cal’s side asked.

“Oh,Catlyn, Cat here is fine.” Zeek responded with his practiced breathy feminine voice coming out easily.” isn’t always this shy but being around two handsome men has her acting a bit shy.”

Pressing his lipstick covered lips together, Cal peered at Ezme through the glass of the fake glasses. He could objectively say the men were handsome and it only made him feel worse. ‘Even if I wasn’t in a dress they would be more of a man than me.’

When Catlyn still didn’t say anything the man at there side moved slightly so hold hands murmuring close to the feminized young man's ear. “While I’m glad your friend knows you well enough to speak for you, just know that there is no pressure. Just sitting here with you is making this a wonderful evening.

Not sure what Calvin’s date was whispering to them, Zeek didn’t feel things were progressing fast enough in his friend's misery and was willing to make a few sacrifices to push it along. “I need to head to the little girl’s room. Catlyn why don’t you join me, boys, don't fret we will be back.” Leaning over Zeek kissed their date on the cheek leaving a lipstick imprint before sliding out of the booth to go stand at Catlyn’s side. Bending down slightly he gave them a slight tug on their biceps before whispering. “Come on Cat, give your new man a quick kiss remember, follow my lead.”

A Kiss to a man’s cheek or in this cae his chin was far too close to a real kiss for Cal’s liking. Every second of this **** date had him uneasy, the small amount of practice didn’t have him steady on the stupid heeled footwear, not nearly as well as Ezme who he assumed had been secretly walking in their sister’s heels for years before they came out.

“Okay!” Zeek said, clapping his hands together once they were alone in the bathroom. “Girl you need to step up your game if you want Evan to stay interested, you are supposed to be following my lead but instead you are acting like a scared little girl.” Zeek hadn’t enjoyed flirting with his date, but it was supposed to make the asshole suffering with him go through it too.

“Evan, is that his name?”

Ezekiel knew Calvin was never good with names, the taller boy wasn’t stupid, nor did he have a bad memory he just often didn’t care. “YES, that is his name. You're with Evan and I’m with Thomas. How do you expect to make him your boyfriend if you don’t learn his name?”

Cal’s eyes half bugged out of his skull. “Boyfriend!? Look, Ezme, I’m not like you. I’m a hundred percent a hetero male. I don’t want to look like this.”

The reply only made Zeek angy Jabbing a finger forward Zeek;s index finger pressed into one of Cal’s fake breasts.. “You don’t know a thing and you Catlyn are in the same boat as me. What did my sister say would happen if you don’t do as she says?”

Letting out a breath though not a deep one that an impossibility to the double corseted young man turned slightly to look at himself in the bathroom mirror still not used to having his vision lined with his macara enhanced lashes. “She said… too much. Like leaving this wig glued to my shaved head, locking my dick in a chastity device, photos on facebook. Can we just say we did this and we catch an uber somewhere and the two of us have some more fun.”

With Cal clearly not getting it Zeek shook his head, the long blonde hair moving about. “No Catlyn, the only fun happening tonight is Evan’s dick getting intimate with you. My advice, try to enjoy it and do your best to make him happy. It will go faster.”

“WHAT!? I mean i heard you and know what Eliza said but fuck that.”

Shrugging Zeek giggled actually giggled without forcing it. “Catlyn, fucking is exactly what is going to happen unless you think my bitch of a sister is bluffing.” With that he went into a stall closing it behind him, hiking the skirt of the dress up and sliding the flimsy, soft material of the panties down to his knees before sitting on the toilet. ‘Fuck, mutally assured destruction sounded like god idea, but before the night is over I’m going yo be touching another dick. Unless I can convince them to spit roast Catlyn.

The dinner part of the date was mostly uneventful, Zeek tolerating Thomas’s hand sliding up his leg slightly under the hem of the skirt, feeling unwanted goosebumps his body betraying him as he felt the pleasure from the touch though he refused to acknowledge any of the pleasure.Him only loving eyes with the disguised Cal before leaning in to Thomas, holding his arm or running his fingers over the man's chest just to see Cal do the same to Evan. By the time the check was brought, Zeek once more excused himself… herself knowing that after a small make out session, one where Zeek spent more time watching Catlyn do the same knowing every shiver of pleasure was really from revulsion, knowing the their lipstick will need to be touched up.

“Sooooo” Zeek started talking in a musical tone as they leaned closer to the bathroom mirror touching up the creamy substance on his lips to fix the color. “Whose cock do you think is bigger? Evan’s or Thimas? I mean if you want you can taste both of them.”

“Mine… but can you not, please. My ribs hurt, my feet and calves are screaming.”

Looking at Catlyn in the mirror Zeek held up a pinky. “I doubt yours is anything they would notice under your panties. Stop acting, girl. They have stable jobs, they literally save lives then in their free time volunteer, honestly you super lucked out for your first date.”

The insult of Ezme’s pinky representing his own dick feltl a lot harder of a blow seeing how he looked right now. ‘Now matter how I look they can’t make me a girl!’ Cal thought having no idea how Zeek was actually thinking about how much better, though not good this date was than his first as Ezme.

It wasn’t much longer before the two feminized boys could hear the click clack of their heeled feet walk across the tiled floor of a motel front lobby. “Sorry again for this our other roommate has his folks over. We don’t need to do this, ya know, I mean both Evan and I want to but we don’t plan on this being our only date with beauties like the two of you.”

Zeek found himself leaning a little closer to the man, his head inclined feeling like he was given a surprise get out of jail free card as he was being arrested. Not long ago the four of them had been in Thomas’s SUV having a heavy make out session, everyone seemingly on board for where things were going. One of the worst parts was Zeeknow knew from experience that his date was a great kisser. He wanted to take the offer, go home but doing that would have repercussions and wouldn’t get Cal to understand his plight, not really. “Umm, thats nice but we are doing this. I mean Cat is way to horny to turn back now.”

“I get that, she squealed pretty loud in the back seat when Evan moved her to his lap.”

Looking over his shoulder, Zeek could see his girlified friend holding hands with their date trying to look anywhere other than at him. “Yeah, she is a tal girl, just under six feet tall before her heels, being picked up like that isn’t exactly something she is used to but I'm betting it turned her on something fierce.”

Unaware the option to end the evening had been on the table, Cal found himself once more yelping in surprise just outside the door to the rented motel room as Evan the stupidly strong firefighter picked him up, holding him like a bride to be carried across the threshold. “Evan! Evan.. you can put me down.” The words felt so odd to him, they sounded that way to, it wasn’t really his voice but at the same time it was.

“Don’t fret Cat, I got you.”

Being got was exactly what Calvin was afraid of and now he was going to be trapped in a rented room. Before he knew it he had been gently put down on the bed as the man sat next to him. Later he might consider how odd it was for only one room to be rented but in the moment he was way to focused on the revulsion running through him as their lips touched rubbed across one another,the feeling of them on his neck or the taste and feeling of their tongues sliding across one another like a wrestling match he was stuck in.

“Cat, you're so hot.”

Cal heard the man murmuring between kisses, him feeling something odd that didn’t match the disgust in him. On the other side of the bed laying down he could see whatever Ezmes date’s name was on top of her. The man’s hand sliding under her dress as they made out and that turned him on or so he told himself not wanting to believe it was Evan’s doing.

As things ramped up both feminized young men found themselves kneeling on either side of the bed, heeled feet up on it as they crawled forward facing one another. “Come on Cat, let's encourage the boys.” Zeek said part of him booking forward to Calvin being fucked it being is meddling for back door action to sound like it was desired, the other part of him was not just revolted at the idea of what wa going to happen to him bu he was scared more than he had been ever in his life.

Hearing Ezme purr so sexily as they crawled closer together Cal once more told himself she… not a he was the reason why he was so turned on. His painted finger pressed down harder on the mattress so he could press his lips to hers. Closinghis eyes he tried to forget about everything else, he was a man, wearing a dress and make up was just a costume, no one could make him a woman or so he told himself, losing himself enough to ignore the green velvet dress being pulled up by the mostly naked man the panties being pulled to the side to expose his hairless ass some more.

On the king-sized bed, Ezekiel Downings and Calvin Romanova knelt facing one another, each panting to catch their breaths. They were a vision of feminine allure in what they had been dressed in. They looked like two women sharing an intimate time together.

Their dates, Thomas and Evan, were stripping off their clothes, or at least most of them, their eyes hungry and fixed on the "girls" they'd brought back to the room. What they saw was much to the enjoyment of them, each feeling the urge to just watch as something happened on the bed and jerk off to it.

"Ready, beautiful?" Thimas asked Ezme, his voice a low rumble as he climbed onto the bed. He ran a rough hand down the blonde girl’s back, sliding it down to slowly rub her ass as his other hand pulled up the white dress with its blue floral pattern. With the dress pulled up he gently squeezed her rear again before sliding the same hand back up her body feeling her shiver from his touch before he slowly started to run his fingers in her golden hair back.

Evan mirrored the action with Cat, his kitty at least for the night, his grip a bit firmer on her hip. "You're so fucking hot," he breathed, nuzzling the girls neck.

The two in dresses, Zeek and Cal exchanged a look. It was a mix of terror, exhilaration, and a deep look from Calvin of real shame. This wasn’t some bonding moment of the line they were about to cross, together. For Zeek it was terror running free in his mins feeling Thomas’s gentle but strong hands while he repeated the same thing over and over again in his mind, ‘Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you! This wouldn't be happening if it wasn’t for you!’

Not waiting for a verbal answer, Thomas hooked a finger into the side of his date's panties and pulled them down, exposing them. Zeek sucked in a sharp breath. He felt the blunt, slick head of the cock press against his anus it sliding across his skin between his spread ass cheeks, as the glued on wig pulled at his scalp as the young man pulled his hair. It was a pressure unlike anything he'd ever felt, alien and overwhelming. He braced himself, gritting his teeth, hands gripping the sheets

Thomas pushed in the tip of his dick. A sharp, searing pain tore through Zeek, stealing his breath. It was a white-hot flash of being stretched too far, too fast. A cry escaped his lips, half-pain, half-shock. But as the young man behind him began to move, establishing a slow rhythm, one that made the pain worse with each thrust. “Fuck, fuck… FUCKKKKK!” Zeek cried out feeling like he was being ripped apart, his body tensing wanting to escape, unknowingly making the experience worse by doing so.

“Yeah, Fuck you your tight.” Thomas said his exclamation of pleasure misunderstanding his dares cries as pleasure but while doing so something new happened the light hair pulling started to pull the blonde human hair wig free. “What!”

The wig had been the start of Zeek’s punishment, the thing his father had actually approved of after he cut his sister's hair. He has had to learn to style and that led to the awakening his crushes desires making him dive down the rabbit hole unable to free himself but it coming off him didn’t give gi any joy considering the cock buried into his ass an exit only area. “It isn’t what you think!”

“That your hair is coming off?” Thomas said more confused than expecting ant art of the truth.

“No, it is but... Oh yeah, have you ec=ver heard of alopecia?” Looking back over his shoulders, still feeling the male member in him, it was surreal to be having a conversation.

“Fuck, yeah, I’m sorry Ezme.” Thomas said pulling himself out of the girl, him feeling like a complete jerk. “I shouldn't have acted like that.”

Meanwhile Cal was having his own experience, Evan’s hands were possessive on Calvin’s hips, his breath hot against the nape of their neck. Unlike Thomas, Evan wasn't gentle. He was a man who saw what he wanted and took it. He yanked Cal’s panties to the side with a single, sharp tug, the elastic straining against Cal’s thigh. Flinching, Cal let loose a whimper that caught in his throat, he felt the slick, demanding pressure of Evan’s cock against his clenched hole. There was no teasing, no slow build-up. Just the blunt, insistent head forcing its way inside.

“Aaaahhhhh! A strangled cry ripped from Cal’s lungs. It was a pain so profound, so violating, it turned his vision white, blanking out what happened in front of him. It felt like he was being impaled, torn open from the inside out. His body seized up, a primal, **** attempt to stop the invasion, which only made the searing burn more intense. He could hear Evan’s guttural grunt of pleasure, a sound that made his stomach turn with revulsion. ‘This is wrong!’ It was disgusting. ‘I’m a man! I’m being fucked like a woman!’ Every fiber of his being screamed in protest. Tears of shame and agony streamed down his face, mingling with his carefully applied makeup and leaving dark streaks on his cheeks. He wanted it to stop, wanted to disappear, to be anywhere but here, with this dick buried inside him.

Then when Evan began to thrust, each movement a fresh wave of torment. Cal’s mind was a frantic loop of self-loathing. ‘How did I get here? Why did I let Zeek, Elize the beautiful angel that was actually a demon in disguise talk me into this? Nooo this is what I am now. A hole for some man who thinks my name is Catlyn.’ The humiliation was a poison, spreading through him faster than the pain. He felt dirty, used, broken.

Then, something shifted. Evan, growing impatient with the girl's tense lack of enthusiasm, grabbed her by the shoulders and slammed into her with a particularly deep, forceful thrust. The angle changed. The thick head of the cock ramming against a place deep inside Cal that had never been touched. A jolt, unlike anything he’d ever felt, shot through him. It wasn't pain, it was a blinding, electric current of pure, unadulterated pleasure that arced up his spine and exploded behind his eyes.

This time when Cal cried out, the sound was different, It wasn't a sound of agony, it was a shocked, involuntary gasp of ecstasy. His body was betraying him, there should be no pleasure yet there it was. The muscles that had been clenched in resistance suddenly went slack, yielding to the sensation. Evan, feeling the sudden change, hit that spot again. And again. He found a rhythm, a punishing, relentless pace aimed directly at that newly discovered nexus of bliss. The pain for Calvin didn't vanish, but it receded, becoming a dull, throbbing undercurrent to the overwhelming waves of pleasure that were now crashing over him.

The shame, the revulsion, the self-hatred, it all melted away, replaced by a single, all-consuming need for more.”Oh… Oh…, GOD! OH!” His hips began to move back, meeting Evan’s thrusts, a ****, silent plea for him not to stop. The sounds coming from his own throat were unrecognizable, wanton, needy moans of a creature lost to sensation. He was no longer Calvin, the ashamed man in a dress. He was Cat, the being being utterly and completely undone by pleasure. His own cock, ignored and trapped in the lace of his panties, was painfully hard, leaking into the painties staining them. He was lost, adrift in a sea of agonizing ecstasy, his G-spot being relentlessly battered by a man who still had no idea he was fucking another man. The thought should have been horrifying, but at that moment, Calvin didn't care, his mind that had been racing all night was silent. All that mattered was the feeling, the building, the cresting wave that was about to sweep him away completely.

The world narrowed to the brutal, rhythmic slap of skin against skin and the overwhelming pressure building deep within Cal. He was a passenger in his own body, Feeling his back arch without him consciously thinking about doing so, pushing his ass higher, silently begging for more. The velvet green dress, once a symbol of his shame, was now just a pulled up piece of fabric, irrelevant. The man, Evan, was just a tool, a means to an end, his grunts and praises a distant, distorted soundtrack to the symphony of pleasure playing in the feminized young man’s nerves.

"Fuck, Cat, you love this, don't you?" Evan growled, his fingers digging into Cal's hips, pulling who he thought was a girl back onto his cock with bruising ****.

The name, "Cat," should have been a bucket of ice water, a reminder of the lie, of the man he truly was. But it wasn't. In the haze of ecstasy, it felt right. He was Catlyn. And she was a creature of pure, unthinking pleasure. A high, breathless whimper was his only answer, his head hanging down between his shoulders as he focused on the coil tightening in his gut. It was an unbearable, exquisite tension, building with every pressing strike against that secret place inside him.

Across the bed, the scene was one of awkward, deflated tension. Thomas was sitting on the edge of the mattress, looking at Ezme with a mixture of pity and confusion.

Having hastily pulled his panties back into place, Zeek was clutching the blonde wig to his chest like a shield, his body still trembling from the shock and pain, his ass still feeling raw and sore.

"Seriously, alopecia?" Thomas asked, running a hand through his own hair. "Shit, man... I mean, Ezme. I'm a real asshole."

"It's fine," Zeek mumbled, the lie tasting like ash in his mouth. He risked a glance at Cal and his blood ran cold. He saw the look on his friend's face, the slack-jawed, glassy-eyed expression of someone completely lost to sensation. He saw the way they were pushing back, the sounds he was making. A wave of nausea came into him with a chaser of betrayal washed over Zeek. This was his fault. He'd dragged Cal into this, and now Cal was... enjoying it. “This is wrong, he should be hating this!’

The turmoil in Zeek was a distant storm, where Cal was in the eye of his own hurricane. The coil inside him snapped as a white-hot, silent scream ripped through his mind as his body convulsed. His cock pulsed, spilling into the front of his panties, a wet, shameful warmth that he barely registered. The orgasm was violent, all-consuming, a total system reboot that left him shaking and boneless. It obliterated everything thought, memory, identity. There was only the feeling.

Feeling the girl’s body spasm around him, the way she clenched and tightened around him sent Evan over the edge. With a final, guttural roar, he buried himself to the hilt pressing in and held himself there as he came, his body shuddering as he emptied himself into Cat. For a moment, they stayed locked together, a panting, sweaty tangle of limbs. Then Evan pulled out, collapsing onto the bed beside her with a satisfied sigh. "Damn, girl," he breathed. "That was incredible."

Cal didn't answer. He couldn't. He slowly collapsed forward onto the mattress, his face pressed into the duvet. The aftershocks were still tingling through him, but as the fog of pleasure began to lift, a cold, creeping dread started to seep back in. His body ached, his ass was throbbing with a dull, insistent pain, and the wet spot in his panties felt suddenly enormous and disgusting. The revulsion returned, but this time it was different. It wasn't just from the act, from the dick that had been inside him replaced by a flood of cum but from himself. For the way he had betrayed his own body, his own mind, his own gender. For a few moments he had degraded himself, lost in pleasure greater than he had ever felt before. ‘I enjoyed it. I moaned like a whore for a man.. I think that was me.’ Even though it had just happened, the event was fuzzy in his mind. The shame was no longer a hot blush; it was a cold, hard stone in the pit of his stomach.

Turning his head, his cheek sticking to the fabric, and he had to brush the hair that was longer than he was used to out of the way so he could find Zeek... no Ezme. He saw the accusation, the pity, the horror in his friend's gaze. And in that moment, Calvin knew that something inside him had been broken tonight. And the worst part was, a sick, twisted part of him couldn't wait for it to happen again.

Laying there, Cal looked away, unable to bear the unsaid accusation his face pressed into the not so expensive hotel duvet, the world slowly coming back into focus as more of his senses came back to him. The air was thick with the scent of sex and perfume. His body was a roadmap of conflicting sensations, the dull, persistent throb in his ass was a grounding, painful reminder of the reality of the act, while the ghost of that explosive pleasure still hummed just under it. He felt the slow, thick trickle of Evan's load of cum leaking from him, a warm, shameful proof of his submission, and the hollow ache of emptiness where that pleasurable fullness had been. It was a disgusting, intoxicating cocktail of degradation and satisfaction, his mind too full of shame to make sense of it all.

Looking up once more he peered through the glasses feeling the plastic heavy on his face after pressing his face down, his gaze finding Ezme again, ignoring the man whatever his name was next to her. That's when he truly saw her. The blonde wig was gone, clutched in their hand like a dead animal. Cal knew it was a wig, of course. But seeing Zeek without it, seeing the short, blonde fuzz of regrowth on their scalp, was a shock. They looked so ****, so exposed. And yet, Cal's breath caught, she was still beautiful. The delicate line of their jaw, the wide, eyeliner and mascara enhanced eyes, the full lips that were currently trembling. Even without the hair, even with the evidence of masculinity right there, Cal thought they were stunning. A strange, protective warmth bloomed in his chest, cutting through a fraction of the shame. He was worried for them.

Across the bed, next to Zeek, Thomas was kicking himself mentally. He felt like a world class prick. He'd been so focused on getting laid, he hadn't even considered the person. He saw the genuine fear in Ezme's eyes, what he thought he was seeing was her fear of rejection, the way she was shaking, and it gutted him. His friend Evan was already zipping his pants, looking bored now that he'd gotten his rocks off, but Thomas couldn't just leave it like this.

"Hey," Thomas said softly, his voice losing any edge. He scooted closer to his date, careful not to crowd him, even though he wanted to hold her so much, to say it was all okay. "I am so, so sorry. That was... I was an asshole. I wasn't thinking." He looked at her exposed scalp, at the fear in his eyes, having no true idea what he was seeing but still his expectations were his reality and something shifted. He wasn't just seeing a hot piece of ass anymore. He was seeing a person. A person who was, despite everything, incredibly pretty and all so **** "You don't have to hide," he said, his voice gentle. "It doesn't matter. You're... you're really beautiful, Ezme. With or without the wig."

Staring at him, Zeek was completely floored. This wasn't part of the plan. The plan… the sort of p;an was humiliation, a shared trauma to make Cal pay. But Cal's face, twisted in an ecstasy Zeek had seen on them when Cal’s dick was in his mouth… **** felt ruined, and now this? This man, this handsome, clearly decent man, was looking at him, a mostly bald guy in a dress with a runny face and calling him beautiful. He was offering him the one thing Zeek had always wanted with girls and never gotten, genuine interest. "I... I don't know what to say," Zeek stammered, his mind reeling.

"You don't have to say anything," Thomas pressed, his earnestness almost painful. "Just... let me make it up to you. Let me prove I'm not that jerk. My next shift at the fire station is forty-eight hours, but after that... Can I take you out? Just the two of us? A real date… A better date?"

Heart hammering against his ribs, his mind wasn't giving him any answers. ‘This is insane. I’m a straight man being blackmailed into this, and this man unknowingly cast in the role of my newest tormentor is asking me on a real date.’ The most fucked up part, a tiny, treacherous part of him was tempted.

Still laying there, Cal watched the exchange, a strange ache in his chest. He saw the way Thomas looked at Ezme, with a tenderness that had been absent just moments before. He saw the shock and confusion on her face, and despite the pure carnal pleasure he had just experienced or maybe because of it he felt a pang of something sharp and lonely. He had been the one to surrender to the moment, and his reward was to be discarded by Evan, who was now checking his phone as if Cal were just a used-up condom. Ezme, who had hidden who she was from him even though they were best friends, was being offered kindness, a chance at a romantic relationship. The irony was so bitter it almost made him laugh. He closed his eyes, focusing on the throbbing in his ass, a pain he now felt he deserved, a feeling he would welcome tenfold if it could distract him from the hollow, aching emptiness in his chest.

He felt a divide he hadn’t really known was there, Ezme… Zeek was moving on. The long glossy golden blonde hair had fallen away and even then she was finding acceptance, holding the glossy locks of hair she might be finding love.

This brings us to an end for Locks of Love.