Kay-Kay Gets the Ball

Although on the outside Kay-Kay appeared to be the cute, fun-loving femboy that Davis imagined him to be, a toxic Alpha male ghost still haunted him on the inside. He knew what was done to him -- and even an adorable, outrageously gay bestie can still feel hurt and anger. He started forming a plan to put him on equal terms with his omnipotent pal.

"Hey Davy?" he coyly asked, "Before we go you've just got to tell me how you do all this super cool stuff. Is that glass ball like a magic wand or something? Do you say spells and stuff? Are you really a wizard? That would be soo awesome!"

Davis was taken aback by his little buddy's curiosity. The only questions the original Karl ever asked him involved what kind of beating he wanted. It was nice to have someone seem so interested in him -- especially someone so cute and bubbly.

"No, I don't think so," said Davis. "I mean, I guess I'm kind of like a wizard, but all I have to do is think of something and it happens."

"Wow! And that ball just flew down from the sky straight to you!" said Kay-Kay. "Do you think an angel gave it to you?"

The little twink looked up at Davis with such innocent wonder that he completely forgot that behind those big, heavily made up eyes was the brain of his former oppressor.

"I don't know, maybe!" said Davis.

A warm tingle of pride shot up from his toes to his rosy cheeks. He looked up to the darkening sky and felt like maybe there was someone up there looking out for him. Maybe he really was the chosen one. Maybe he was supposed to do something grand. He could use this power to rewrite the world! He could end **** everywhere! And anyone who defied him would feel his all-powerful wrath!

Davis got so wrapped up in his increasingly maniacal daydream that he failed to notice how close his transformed "bestie" was. Then, when he felt a small, soft hand on his arm he took it as a sign of the femboy's fealty and affection. The idea that the frail, pint-sized twink posed any kind of threat never entered his mind. Then another hand pressed against his belly and slid down his pants, jarring him from his revelry.

"Wh-what are you doing, K-Karl -- uh, Kay?" he sputtered.

"Relax, Davy!" smiled Kay-Kay. "We're friends now, right? So why can't we be friends with benefits?"

Davis looked around in mild panic. They were in a very public place, and fear of getting caught -- if not decency -- overcame him. However, his thoughts of glory and newfound super powers still titillated him so much that he soon gave in to the attention. The fact that no boy had ever touched him down there before also helped allay his worries. When the soft, probing fingers finally wrapped around his dick, he could not help but to sigh with delight. The touch made his under-average wiener grow rapidly, but with Kay-Kay's little hand around it, the erection felt enormous. Even in the tight space of his skinny jeans the clumsy handjob thrilled him.

Davis' eyes rolled back as he enjoyed the blissful experience. And, at that moment, Kay-Kay snatched the orb from his hand.

"Gotcha!" the femboy triumphantly shrieked. "And now we'll see how you like it!"