Just another new-age party ( more Tales of the Evil Fag-Hag)
At age forty, Joan Davies managed to marry well and become
known in local circles as a chic, society lady who also practiced
astrology. Using her artful skills as entertainment (or benefit)
for certain favoured friends and guests mostly; invitations to
her Friday night social gatherings were much sought after within
her upscale peer group.
A respected member of society, she always tried to present
the occult in a more professional manner. Quite the never-ending
battle, one of her younger male friends once mused.
An attractive 18-year-old with rich blond hair and pointed
sarcasm - commenting about all the so-called 'psychics', proud
faggots and assorted screwballs they were seeing into the occult
these days.
Her elfin-faced Scorpio friend wasn't talking about his own
motorcycle riding cohorts, of course. He was talking about
Stallion Freddy and his tribe of openly gay, live-in boyfriends.
Coming from a prosperous local family, Fred Majowski found
success on his own as an author, business person and new-age
vegan guru. Despite having an active, well cultivated mind and
masculine good looks, most of the people who patronized their
favourite occult hang-out didn't like Stallion Freddy very much.
It certainly wasn't because the man was gay, Joan Davies
felt sure about that. Within her upscale peer group, it was
mostly understood that one's sexual orientation was not a topic
for hasty judgement.
She always sensed something dark and sinister about the man
- even though the gay stallion always treated her politely.
Stallion Freddy's strong opinions and vegan dogma alienated many
whenever other astrologers got together.
Yet the fellow had certain allies, the gay stallion must
have been a charmer, Joan mused. His ability to seduce the
legal-age cute, emerging gay tarts was remarkable.
Robust young bucks who somehow vaulted from their broken
lives to settle down inside Fred Majowski's mansion in the far
suburbs. It certainly made for quite the mixture whenever
new-age people got together, over alcohol and astrology jargon,
you could say.
Joan's elfin-faced Scorpio rascal had this wonderfully
sarcastic sense of humour, a quality you rarely seen in the
occult. And his pointed brand of wit was often appreciated -
somebody had to challenge Stallion Freddy over his righteous
brand of vegan dogma.
But lately, her spirited young buck was beginning to
invite his hard-drinking biker buddies into her beloved occult
party scene. Joan really didn't feel comfortable about that, but
she also hated to confront a friend about anything. Most Libras
were like that, she decided.
Libra was the sign of the scales and balance, after all.
Didn't Scorpio blondie boy remark once that Libras were 'wishy
washy' because of that? As an astrologer she laughed about it,
but resolved to confront her wayward male rascal about his
dubious choice in friends anyway.
Maybe she could wean him away from his motorcycle riding
buddies somehow, a different kind of sexual partner might. As
astrologer, Joan Davies even predicted it, an important romantic
relationship for him coming up.
Maybe she should introduce her handsome teenage buck to one
of her middle aged, high heeled diva friends. Some chic but
compelling older woman who'd appreciate a virile young male - and
easily tame him between lusty bedsheets!
A dominating but worldly older gal could probably pull her
little blond-haired rascal away from the edgy biker crowd. Joan
could even do something about that tonight. There were plans to
make, people to invite......
Later on, that evening......
What Joan Davies first noticed when she answered her door
was a youthful endearing face, a cosmic soul mate. A spirited
young buck she knew interested in astrology and witty enough to
make her laugh about it.
Tonight also happened to be the night of her usual Tarot
card reading and occult discussion group, just a party really,
but all her curious but jaded uptown lady friends had asked about
the kid.
That almost cute eighteen-year-old guy looking back at her
with his same elfin-faced smile, looking a bit more sheepish
today, Joan Davies decided. His lips had this rosy tinge of
embarrassment, a softer peach colored face looking both happy and
dazed as if he was on drugs today.
Her spirited little blond male buck must have been out
tom-catting the past few days, Scorpio boyfriend must have gotten
stoned, marijuana probably. Which was a logical reason why she
hadn't heard from her favourite wayward rascal in awhile.
Been out getting stoned with his pals from the motorcycle
posse, either that or he found some slut from the tavern to shack
up with. She usually found his male tomcat antics amusing for
some reason.
His longish blond hair hadn't been cut in awhile, but today
it was fashioned in this chic feminine topknot, like a saucy
chick in a 1980's ponytail style.
Her favoured rascal and party boy was looking silly as a
perky college girl in front of her door tonight - wearing skimpy
lavender shorts and a black halter top cross-strapped girly
around his neck.
Quite the leggy femme lover-boy standing dazed at her door
with coral pink colored toenails flexing nervously atop platform
sandals, the upscale ladies at her little get-together were
certainly amused.
Joan blinked again while her high-heeled society lady
cohorts began giggling like schoolgirls with drinks in hand - all
cheerfully amused by the antics of her naughty-ass teen-age
friend, their latest party guest.
It had to be some prank, that's what her friends decided
with jaded laughter, but what the practicing astrologer noticed
next made the blood drain from her face. Seeing her occult
nemesis, Fred Majowski standing confidently as if lying in wait
among the shadows.
He looked dangerous, Joan thought with a shiver of
emotional angst. Stallion Freddy appeared rather imposing
stepping up into the light, wide chest muscles expanding over a
white polo shirt:
"Hello Joanie." Stallion Freddy remarks cheerfully while
coming nearer to explain. He was smiling in a more relaxed way
than she remembered before, an over the edge darker aura.
"Me and the boy were running around together in your
neighbourhood tonight. Oh, where do we begin?" He smirks
confidently in the emerging light like a cat that just swallowed
a canary.
"Anyway, this Scorpio rascal we both know, my boyfriend
must be dying to chat astrology and catch up on what's happening
with you." "It's you!??" Joan Davies gasped in surprise,
looking harder at her youthful friend, the blondie boy so made
over in lavender shorts and platform sandals.
Finally she understood the sexual dynamics at work, hoping
against hope it was all some teen-age prank but knowing it
wasn't. That arrogant but magnetic occult demon had made yet
another sexual conquest.
"It's us, Joanie." Stallion Freddy soothed, confident
strong warrior hands already massaging the prize. Femme styled
Scorpio boy begins nodding while the dominant new-age lover
strokes firm, tight spandex shorts wickedly from behind.
"You predicted it, Joanie!" Made over Scorpio boyfriend
exclaimed silly with enthusiasm, turning his manicured hands
around to caress Stallion Freddy's solid chest muscles. "You
told me there was a serious relationship in my future - we just
never realized it HAD to be Freddy! Isn't that just something
wild?"
Joan mumbled something about coming inside. It was a
complement; any kind of astrologer enjoyed hearing positive
feedback about her predictive skills. She watched as her
sophisticated urban peers positioned themselves around that
arrogant gay stallion in her living room.
Instantly, top-knotted ponytail blondie curled up sitting
on the floor beside Stallion Freddy's feet, shapely smooth
boyfriend thighs and girly sandals draped besides his
ultra-dominant sexual partner in romantic submission.
Joan tried to remember certain aspects of blondie boy's
astrology chart, wondering about indications of him being gay.
She knew that an outer planet, namely Pluto had moved over into
the relationship sector of his horoscope. Her once favoured male
tomcat was certainly due for romantic complications - but no
astrologer could foresee this!
"Barbie boy decided to hang out at the new-age bookstore in
order to meet and seduce the young ladies." Somebody inside the
social circle remarks as gossip, "Anyway the little skirt-chasing
party boy ends up as Stallion Freddy's latest little bedroom
buddy. Can you believe it?"
Like many others inside her social circle at the occult
bookstore, Joan Davies merely noticed those two in basic
personality clashes. Yet, despite heated verbal exchanges and
arguments, those two were actually chatty acquaintances in the
occult party scene.
Just another pretty boy made over to please the great
stallion now, falling too far into forbidden love, romantic
surrender and way out of his league; Joan imagined all those
blossoming gay hearts Stallion Freddy must have crushed along the
way.
Her once brash and sassy, independent minded male buck
actually took the time to learn astrology, her favoured hobby and
ancient craft. Yea, that adorable good-humoured youth took
advantage of his newly learned occult skills to charm and seduce
the prettier girls, who could blame him?
He was a Scorpio, after all, and there were so many
good-looking but vulnerable women interested in the occult.
Somehow, Joan resented that arrogant occult know-it-all, thinking
about her once spirited, fun-loving Scorpio friend sitting
cute-ass femme and pretty beside the great stallion's feet.
That most magnificent of forbidden sexual partners with his
lean muscular frame and classic 'greek god' aura of magnetic
indifference; Somehow Stallion Freddy managed to impel the better
looking male tarts into his jaded but lusty world of romantic
adventure.
Joan felt certain her made-over, femme styled young buck
was feeling alive in a passionate way she could barely imagine.
Freddy's confident, handsome face appeared both satisfied and
annoyed at the same time, looking down on his most submissive
boyfriend ever.
That ultra-dominant master/lover sitting happily on top,
his steely dark eyes were looking serious even as he smiled. She
imagined her former skirt-chasing Scorpio friend as captured in
battle, Freddy's mean gay love pole making another home for
itself in jubilant penetration.
That adorable made-over femme wearing skin-tight lavender
shorts and platform sandals, blue eyes lashing up to that most
dominant of occult lovers as she watched.
Sexual surrender to that magnetic, older buff cover hunk
who happens to be strong and gay, her favourite fun-loving male
tart wishing nothing more than becoming Stallion Freddy's
romantic slave.
"They do look right for each other." One of Joan's
high-heeled diva friends muses by giggling. "So how
are you two lovebirds getting along?" Another lady asks the
wickedly dominant sexual partner directly.
Most of Joan's upscale party patrons noticed when Freddy
caressed his sweetly submissive lover-boy on the head, smiling
and making comment: "This pixie-faced rascal is already causing
trouble with the rest of my boys - by constantly claiming me as
his one and only! Isn't that cute?"
While Freddy confided inside the party circle, his leggy in
sandals femme tart begins to smirk teen-age naughty amused while
inching closer on the carpet to listen to his master's voice.
Dangling female earrings and ponytail nodding silly as
Freddy detailed his girly teen-age antics. "This one is always
dressing up now as this hot-ass queen so all my other friends can
see he belongs to me. Irene wants this one to be shown off as if
we were already mated in front of them too!"
"And the sexual competition keeps getting madder by the
minute." Joan surmised to Freddy almost knowingly. "Scorpio
boyfriends can feel very insecure at times."
"He's always kissy close and personal the moment my other
boys are able to see, always wanting to camp his sweet butt on
top of my mean horny lap - and smiling like he did something
bad!"
"I hate them boys!" Ponytail blondie stands up enraged to
complain, a rather frustrated femme standing leggy tall atop
platform sandals. "The minute you're not around to see, them guys
are always ganging up on me.
I try to be nice but there's always one of them who'll be
grabbing at my shorts from behind, you know? Your muscle boyz
Freddy! Snapping the waistband back on my ass just to tease me!"
Freddy's live-in tribe of openly gay, vegan muscle boys
must have been feeling threatened lately, Joan Davies mused
watching the sexual dynamics at play. Robust male bucks seething
with resentment just seeing it, that emerging gay tart that used
to party macho with the bikers and pretend he was bad.
Lover boy in nylons and girly sandals never imagined all
the fierce rival boyfriend intimidation tactics awaiting him, of
course. This cross-dressing blondie in sandals wanting to
sexually entice his newly beloved Stallion Freddy away - by
boldly invading their turf!
"There, there.." The hard bodied handsome gay stallion
soothed, a confident warrior/lover already pulling lavender
boyfriend shorts closer into his strong romantic orbit. "They
always play a little rough with the newest one in the pack. They
wouldn't do it if they didn't like ya."
"You should hear the names they call me, Freddy. Names like
'Astrology chart Barbie' and 'Tranny slut Barbie'...And your big
muscle boys like to stand around me in a circle and push me
around - telling me to 'suck, Fuck or Fight!"
"I still think my boyfriends should get along." Freddy
chuckles as if in dismissal, ultra dominant hands already petting
his high strung lover boy closer into submission.
"Doesn't get along with others." The wickedly in control
ramrod lover decides to grade, "other than that my pretty virgin
cherry-boy seems eager to change his ways in order to please me."
"I take care of my body now, Joanie." Totally reformed
Scorpio blondie happily sits down on Freddy's knobby hard lap to
make a point. Tight-ass lavender shorts parked on the strong horn
of his lusty ramrod lover to report:
"Like my Freddy Bear takes me to his health food store to
work and learn about natural foods and stuff. I'm not into
getting stoned anymore and try to eat all the right foods now,
you know?"
Joan shuddered; watching this glossy in love look on
blondie boy's face, how many times had she noticed such dazed
adoring looks before? Tight-ass boyfriend shorts perched atop
Freddy's angry hard lap, just another romantic victim she saw
with visions of love in their lashing long eyes.
An obedient sexual partner listening as the wickedly
dominant one scolds: "Yea, you could be my vegetarian buddy from
now on - but the fact remains that you're way too sassy and
rebellious to fit in. Not a good attitude to have and I'm afraid
it's setting a bad example to the other boys."
"I'm sorry Freddy." "Sure, sure....You can apologize
all you want my pretty macho sugar bunny." The muscular handsome,
totally butch gay stallion adds: " But I'm really worried about
how you've been getting along with the rest of my boys. You're
not very popular with them and it appears you seldom even try to
get along. I may be forced to cut you loose, you can see we have
a problem, right?"
Freddy was totally in command here as Joan Davies and her
upscale, occult-minded party guests could merely watch. Seeing
made-over femme, nylon boyfriend thighs resisting removal while
squirming in the gay stallion's arrogant, strong-arm grasp.
"Freddy don't....NO! I'll be getting along with everyone
better from now on, you'll see." Moist teardrops began to appear
across a mascara tinged boyfriend face, a once hard-boiled and
independent minded youth openly sobbing.
This formerly rogue male in tight ass lavender, spandex
shorts wiggling suggestively in rebellion - resisting eviction
atop the gay stallion's knobby hard warrior lap.
"I'll charm the pants off your boys so they'll really like
me, I will Freddy! I'll be so very good for you - I promise!!!"
Dancing ass blondie boy in sandals so easily manhandled, with
nylon sleek knees already on the floor.
Everyone could only watch as very much-subdued male tart
began to surrender whatever was left of his manhood to this very
different kind of sexual partner.
"Remember that first weekend when we laughed in bed
together?" This weepy frazzled, emotionally spend cross-dressing
youth was reduced to begging now. Pleading his romantic cause
before this ultra-dominant, forbidden lover and in total teenage
anguish.
"You said then we needed to become a matched set like boy
and girl. I wanna become an important part of your life -
Freddy!" A very much subdued new-age boyfriend already
pushed off his favourite romantic perch, away from roosting atop
Stallion Freddy's angry hard, warrior lap.
That most dominant of forbidden lovers just shrugs to the
rest like some embarrassed parent, speaking to the others about
the emotional pitfalls. How many times did those 'unequal male
power relationships' happen in his lifetime?" Freddy muses while
idly stroking captured boyfriend hair.
It wasn't that unusual, the great stallion lamented. Such
romantic entanglement often occurred while acting as some young
person's 'older mentor', acting as some sort of 'spiritual guide'
to a younger initiate.
Freddy shrugs as if wasn't such a big deal and laughs,
playfully stroking girly styled ponytail hair, those golden locks
of silky blonde hair easily falling into submission atop his
arrogant hard lap.
Joan thought it particularly revealing when she heard the
great stallion laugh about his most complete sexual conquest
ever, making comment about having such a silly 'tag-along'
friend. That once brash and sassy rogue male who wouldn't leave
him and his (mostly gay) friends alone.
"Finally, Irene decided to step in," The gay stallion
chuckles at such rich irony: The stern grey-haired crone who
blondie boy once dismissed as nothing but a 'Fag-Hag' - was
helping him as Freddy's latest adorable male tart!
Teaching him 'a few lifestyle and social skills', it was
explained, so a certain edgy radical lover boy could 'meet the
proper someone' who'd want him as a friend.
Definitely old business, Joan Davies surmised as her
upscale party guest watched. It must have annoyed her confused in
forbidden lust, young male buck no end; feeling emotionally
trapped inside Stallion Freddy's gay gym rat posse of sexual
rivals.
Just another romantic victim she'd seen inside her new-age
social circle, another cute-ass male tart that just so happened
to find that arrogant occult know-it-all, gay stallion
irresistible.
To be continued.....