My Femboy Master
Copyright© 2026 by LeoBlueCat
Chapter 1
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 1 - My Femboy Master is about a Character called Troy, he is a very successful 24-year-old college student with a bright future and lots going for him in life. He is great at sports, very smart and has tons of girls who wants him and he has a girlfriend Named Destiny who loves him. But the main characters girlfriend has a femboy younger brother Named Jacob age 19 who has gained a specific interest in him. Troys daily life has changed drastically, and he tries hard to keep it a secret from others.
Caution: This Drama Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Ma Blackmail Coercion Drunk/Drugged Reluctant Gay BiSexual Fiction School Sports Cheating DomSub MaleDom Humiliation First Oral Sex Water Sports Foot Fetish Size Slow
My name is Troy West. I’m a 24-year-old college student who has a lot going for me. I have top grades, and I lead my team to first place in our school’s soccer tournaments. I don’t have a job, but I made a gacha game that became super popular and still earns me a lot of money.
Because I make so much money, I have plenty of free time to work out or play sports with my friends. In college, I’m pretty popular with the ladies, but I have a girlfriend I’ve known since middle school. Her name is Destiny Gallant, same age as me and we attend the same college and have been together for years.We started dating since around the start of collage.
We get along great, and I hang out at her house a lot. Sometimes we play video games, or we go out to cafes and restaurants and have good conversations. However, that’s pretty much where our relationship stops. For whatever reason, she doesn’t want to have sex.
She says, “Not until I finish college,” and whenever she says it, she seems kind of embarrassed. So I don’t push the subject anymore, but I still keep hoping it might happen someday because I clearly want it.
Believe it or not, even though I’m so popular with the ladies, I’m still a virgin. I’ve been trying to stay faithful, and I want her to be my first time, so I keep holding myself back.
When we play video games, she’s somehow really good. She beats my ass at Call of Duty, Fortnite, Overwatch, and even some of my favorite role-playing games. She says she’s so good because she plays them with her younger brother all the time.
Her brother...
He’s a shut-in who streams a lot. He got bullied in high school, so he stays home most of the time. He’s pretty popular online—not only because he’s great at gaming, but because he looks very pretty.
And by pretty, I mean he’s a femboy.
Somehow, with or without makeup, he looks like someone every guy would try to hit on. He has curves in all the right places, and his skin is smooth—almost shinier than that of any girl I know. He also cosplays anime characters a lot, and his fans love it.
He gets tons of donations, and I mean tons. He probably makes at least half of what I make from the game I created.
His name is Jacob Gallant. He’s 21 years old, and he’s always around when Destiny and I hang out, though he spends most of his time in his room.
To tell you the truth, he looks even better than his sister. I mean, Destiny is very pretty and just as popular in college as I am, but Jacob somehow looks even more feminine with all those curves.
But I’m not into guys, and knowing he’s one is a complete boner killer ... or at least it should be.
Still, he looks way too good in those anime cosplay outfits, and sometimes I catch myself getting a little hard. Then I have to calm myself down and remind myself that he’s a guy.
I’m not into that...
At least, I’m pretty sure I’m not.
I obviously can’t talk to my girlfriend about this, but her brother is someone she talks about a lot.
“My brother is kind of cute, don’t you think?” is something she’d ask.
I’d try to avoid the question, but I’d usually end up answering in a way she’d like.
“Yeah, he’s pretty cute for a guy, but you’re cuter.”
She always gets happy when I say that, but then she keeps talking about how her brother is even cuter.
Does she love her brother?
I mean, in a way that’s crossing a line?
She won’t have sex with me, so sometimes I wonder if she’s cheating, but I don’t want to believe that. Maybe she just has a brother complex, and that’s all.
One day, I was at her house, and we were playing Mario Kart. I was doing really well—it’s one of the games I’m best at.
After beating her for the third time, I got an idea.
“Hey, how about we play a best two-out-of-three match, and whoever loses has to do whatever the winner says?”
She looked at me and spoke.
“Is this your way of trying to get me to have sex with you? I know you want it, but I said, please wait!”
That’s what I thought she would say. I was definitely hoping it would somehow work.
“Don’t worry, it’s nothing like that, I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to do.”
I said that, but I truly could not think of anything else I wanted. She said,
“Fine, you’re on.”
And we got into a heated battle. Or I’d like to say it was heated, but I was somehow getting my ass kicked. She won the first game easily and was one lap ahead of me in the second.
I couldn’t let her win. My competitive side was heating up.
Just as I passed her in the game, her brother Jacob came downstairs.
“Oh, you’re playing Mario Kart? I love that game. Can I join later?”
I didn’t answer, but his sister said,
“Yes, in a bit, just wait, I’m trying to win this!”
Jacob sat next to her on the couch, and asked me,
“Hey, you don’t mind if I give advice, right? She doesn’t play this much, so she’s a noob.”
I thought about how a “noob” had won the first round, but I was a bit ahead of her, so I was confident.
“Yeah, sure, but you can’t take the controller. This is a contest between us, and I want my wish if I win!”
He looked at me and said,
“Is this a two-out-of-three kind of contest, where the loser has to do something for the winner?”
I had just won the second round, and I said,
“Yes, that’s exactly what it is.”
I wondered if he had been listening to our conversation earlier because it was surprising that he guessed it exactly.
This was the final round. If I won, I could ask her to...
I still had nothing in mind, but then I imagined her wearing a maid outfit and calling me master for the day.
I smiled because I finally knew what I wanted, and there was no way I was going to lose.
But...
I lost.
“YESSS!” she yelled as she stood up victoriously.
I wasn’t happy that a “noob” had beaten me, but then again, she beat me at every game.
“Okay, so what’s your demand, my lady?” I asked playfully, wondering what she would have me do. Maybe I would love it. Just maybe.
“You~ are going to have to spend the night here and do everything I say!” she said smugly.
“Like a slave or something?” I asked, kind of surprised by how kinky this was getting.
“Exactly!” she said with a smile. “First, you have to buy some drinks, and then I’ll tell you what to do next!”
She was the winner, after all, so I had to obey.
I smiled because this seemed like it was going to be fun.
I went to the LCBO because I didn’t want to buy the cheap stuff, so I picked up some high-quality drinks.
I wondered if her plan was to get me drunk and then play some pranks on me later.
I smiled to myself because I happened to have a great tolerance and didn’t get drunk easily.
When I got back, she and her brother were in the kitchen getting mugs ready.
They saw me, and Destiny quickly came over and said to her brother,
“Grab the big mugs, and then you should come join us.”
Jacob replied,
“I’ll join, but I don’t drink.”
She looked at him and said,
“Spoilsport.”
I handed her the most expensive bottle I had bought, and she looked happy. I’d never seen her this happy.
Now I was nervous about what she was going to have me do.
Jacob brought the mugs over, and she poured in the alcohol.
“Now you have to drink this, and after that,” she said with a smile, “we’re going to play the King’s Game!”
I looked at her, surprised by this childish game she wanted to play, and thought to myself that this probably wasn’t going to be a sexy night after all.
Still, I decided to play along.
“Yes, my queen, I shall!”
I grabbed the mug and drank it all without any trouble.
“Now, what are the rules of the King’s Game?” I asked with a smile. I already knew the rules, but I was trying to keep the good mood going.
But then I started getting dizzy.
What?
I thought as I passed out.
I woke up in a bed, still feeling kind of dizzy. I looked around and noticed I was in Jacob’s bed.
Not where I want to be when I wake up ... in a man’s bed, I thought to myself.
I looked out the window and saw that it was still night outside. Just then, Jacob walked into the room and noticed I was awake.
“Oh, you’re awake. That’s good.”
He smiled and sat down beside me, still grinning.
“Where is Destiny?” I asked groggily.
“She went to bed a few hours ago. It’s 4 a.m.”
It had been about 8 p.m. when I drank, so a lot of time had passed.
“Sorry about that. I’ve never gotten drunk so easily before,” I said.
He was still smiling.
“What are you smiling so much about?” I asked, because it was starting to get creepy.
“Well, after you got drunk, you did ... things, and, well...”
He looked happy as he leaned toward me.
I jumped a little because it felt like a super-hot girl was coming on to me.
I’m still too drunk, I thought.
He leaned closer and whispered into my ear.
“You did some pretty perverted stuff while you were drunk.”
I looked at him in horror.
“Did I do something to Destiny?!”
I hoped I hadn’t done anything that would upset her.
He smiled and pulled out his phone.
“More like you did this.”
Still smiling, he showed me the screen.
I was kneeling on the floor with my head against a girl’s waist.
But that didn’t look like Destiny’s body...
“Did I ... is this you?!” I said in a panic.
Jacob looked at me and replied, “Yes,” while smiling.
I glared at him and demanded that he delete the photo.
He just smiled and said, “No. Why would I? It looks funny.”
He stood up and then turned back toward me.
“What would your friends say if they saw this?” he asked with a grin.
“You’re going to blackmail me?!” I shouted.
“I never thought he was like this. We’d played games together before, and he used to be so shy that he could barely look me in the eye. I’d never imagined he’d become someone capable of this.”
“I’ll delete it if you do something for me.”
I got angry and tried to stand up, ready to force the phone out of his hand, but as soon as I got to my feet, I nearly collapsed.
“You can’t do anything. The drug is still in effect.”
I was shocked by those words and looked at him even more angrily.
“You drugged me?” I said, still dizzy.
“Yes. I thought it would be fun, but I didn’t think you’d have that much fun.”
He looked smug.
“I won’t ask again. If you don’t say yes, this gets posted.”
He bent down toward me.
“All you have to do is one thing, and then the picture gets deleted,” he said with a smile.
“You promise you’ll delete it?” I asked, seeing no real way out of this.
“Yes,” he replied.
“What is it? What do you want?” I asked, dreading what he was going to say.
“You were great at sucking, so I want another one, but for about 15 minutes,” he said.
“You’re going to record this, aren’t you?” I asked, but he held his hands up and replied,
“No, I won’t be recording. See? No phone.”
I looked around the room, trying to see if there were any cameras, but all I could see were anime figurines and stuffed animals—just girly, nerdy stuff.
“Fine. If that’s all, then let’s get this over with!” I spat.
He sat down on his bed and took his pants off, and I was surprised.
He was so much bigger than me, maybe around 9 inches.
I thought I was big, being 6 inches.
When I changed in the sports room, all my teammates were just as big or smaller, but here he was, the prettiest girl I’d ever seen in my life, who also happened to be a boy with a big dick.
I pretty much crawled toward him with my head killing me.
“Alright, now suck it!” he smiled.
I took one last paranoid look around the room, but I did not see any cameras.
“You better delete it!” I grumbled.
“Yes, yes. It will get deleted. Now suck it!” he said, putting his dick in my face.
I braced myself, then put part of his dick in my mouth and started licking.
“You’re so good,” he said. “But it could be better. Put your whole mouth on my dick.”
I looked at him while his dick was on my lips, then decided to get it over with and put his entire dick in my mouth.
He let out a tiny laugh, then watched as I moved my head forward and backward repeatedly.
After some time, he put one of his hands on the back of my head and took control of my movements.
Then he whispered in my ear,
“Now take my dick out of your mouth and answer me the way I want you to!”
I took his dick out of my mouth and looked at him. He was so pretty, but when he was smiling like that, he seemed more like a smug, domineering girl than anything else.
“How is my dick?” he asked, giving me a smug smile.
“It tastes so great. I love it,” I said, just trying to get this over with.
I believed I’d been sucking for at least 12 minutes.
“Now,” he smiled, “call me master!”
I looked at him, annoyed, but still said,
“Yes, master.”
He was smirking so much.
“Now put my dick back in your mouth!”
He then whispered in my ear,
“You still got 25 minutes left.”
I was about to protest that this wasn’t part of the deal, but he pushed my head back onto his dick.
I just kept sucking while he controlled my head.
“Ahhh, yes. Ah, you’re so ... good at this!” he moaned.
I kept sucking for what felt like forever while he moaned.
Then he put both hands on my head and pulled me in.
His dick was taking up so much of my throat that I couldn’t breathe.
He then came down my throat.
He moaned, then pulled my head off his dick.
He looked so happy and smug.
“All right,” I gasped. “Please, please delete the video!”
I was practically begging now.
“Yes, I will. Here, see?”
He then showed me himself deleting the video.
I looked at him and was about to ask if he had copies, but I just wanted to go.
“Can I leave now?” I asked, just dying to leave.
“Yes, you can,” he smiled.
And I hurried out of his room.
And I was making my way to the downstairs bathroom.
Just then, Destiny came out of her room.
“Oh, hey Troy. I’m happy you’re up. How are you feeling?” she asked.
I looked at her, but I wanted to get past her so I could rinse out my mouth.
“I’m doing great now. I just need the bathroom,” I replied.
“Oh, alright, but come to my room after. You can sleep with me that way I can make sure you’re alright!”
I looked at her and spoke.
“Well, I was planning to head home after.”
She smiled and said,
“Don’t forget, I won our bet and said you’d have to spend the night!”
I just wanted to go home and get away from Jacob.
“Yes, I got it. I will see you soon,” I replied.
She beamed.
“Okay, I’ll wait in my room.”
And she walked back to her room.
I went into the bathroom and rinsed out my mouth.
I looked in the mirror while thinking to myself about what just happened.
Jacob had just blackmailed me and made me call him master.
While I sucked his big dick...
I sat on the toilet but was surprised.
I was at half-mast.
Was I excited about sucking a pretty femboy’s dick?
No, it must be because I’m going to sleep in Destiny’s room.
Yeah, that’s it.
I left the bathroom and walked into Destiny’s room.
She had a floor mat with a pillow ready.
Not what I was hoping for.
“Here, try to get some sleep,” she said while looking concerned.
“Yeah ... yeah, OK,” I said back.
I lay down on the floor mat and surprisingly fell asleep fast.
The next day, when I woke up, Destiny was not in the room.
I felt much better, though the headache still lingered.
I left the room to look for her, but ran into Jacob coming down the stairs half-dressed.
I stared at him as he came down.
His chest was pale and smooth, making him look unbelievably feminine.
I hated that.
“Hey, look who’s up. Got plenty of rest?” he asked, looking smug.