Cheerleader Mikey's Halftime Surprise.

Mikey lost a bet and has to dress as a sexy cheerleader it the next football party his friend Charlie has. Mikey must pass out beers and cheers for the gang. Buy half time Mikey is lost in his roll as a sexy cheerleader and starts giving out lap dances. Charlie then offers the group blowjobs from Mikey.

The room was a haze, thick with smoke and the stink of spilled beer and cheap cologne. Mikey, in a skintight cheerleader uniform, moved through the crowd. His hips swayed hypnotically, every step a promise. The guys, already drunk and loud, wolf-whistled and catcalled, their eyes locked onto his slim waist, his full breasts, his long, toned legs. He was a vision of sex, his makeup flawless, his lips glossy. His skirt was indecently short, his thong strings visible beneath. He was easily passed off as a beautiful woman, and it was so easy to tell he wasn't gay. But he was lost in the thrill, in the power he held over these men. His first lap dance was for Charlie, who lounged on a worn armchair, a beer in hand, a grin on his face. Mikey straddled him, his hands roaming up Charlie's chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath his t-shirt. He ground down, his hips moving in slow, tantalizing circles. Charlie's hands gripped his thighs, squeezing hard, his eyes dark with lust. "Fuck, you're sexy," Charlie groaned, his hips bucking up to meet Mikey's. The room was silent, the air thick with anticipation. Mikey could feel the tension, the raw hunger in the room. He moved from Charlie to the next guy, each one more eager than the last. They were all hands, gripping his thighs, his ass, his waist. He could feel their desperation, their hardness, and it only turned him on more. His skirt rode up, his thong barely a scrap of fabric. His legs were slick with sweat, his muscles trembling with the effort of his dance. Then Charlie stood, his voice booming above the noise. “Who’s ready for a blowjob from our little cheerleader?” A roar of approval went up. The guys hollered, their eyes gleaming with lust and greed. Mikey, his cheeks flushed, his breaths coming in quick gasps, looked around the room. He met each of their gazes, seeing the hunger, the raw, carnal need. They wanted him. And in this moment, he was theirs to take. He was a sexy cheerleader at a football party, and he was carried away by the excitement, the power, the sheer eroticism of it all. Mikey winked at the room. He turned to Charlie, his voice a low purr. "Who’s first, big boy?" They were already pulling at their belts, their zippers, their eyes never leaving Mikey. He was theirs for the taking and he would have to meet their sexual needs.

The men overwhelm Mickey and force there sexual desires on Mickey and it turns into a gangbang with Mikey the reluctant porn star

One by one, the men closed in, a circle of lust and greed. Mikey's breath hitched as he saw the sheer size of them, the hunger in their eyes. Charlie, grinning like a madman, grabbed Mikey's wrist and pulled him close. "Let's start with you, cheerleader. On your knees." Charlie unbuckled his belt, his eyes never leaving Mikey's. The other men crowded around, their breaths coming in ragged gasps, their hands already stroking themselves through their pants. Mikey's heart pounded, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through him. He sank to his knees, his hands trembling as he reached for Charlie's zipper. He looked up, his eyes meeting Charlie's, and saw the raw, primal need there. It was terrifying, but it also turned him on more than anything ever had. He pulled down Charlie's zipper, his fingers brushing against the hard length beneath. Charlie groaned, his hips bucking slightly. Mikey took a deep breath, his eyes flicking to the other men. They were all watching, their eyes gleaming with lust, their hands moving faster now. He had to do this, had to give in to their desires. He was their cheerleader, their plaything, their reluctant porn star. He pulled out Charlie's cock, his eyes widening at the sight. It was thick, veins pulsing, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. He took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest, and leaned in, his tongue flicking out to taste. Charlie groaned, his hands fisting in Mikey's hair. Mikey took him into his mouth, his lips stretching wide, his cheeks hollowing out as he sucked. Charlie's hips bucked, his cock hitting the back of Mikey's throat. Mikey gagged slightly, his eyes watering, but he kept going, his head bobbing up and down, his hands gripping Charlie's thighs for support. Charlie's groans filled the room, a symphony of lust and desire. The other men watched, their breaths coming in ragged gasps, their hands moving faster and faster. They were all waiting, all wanting their turn with the cheerleader. Mikey was their plaything, their toy, and they were going to use him until they were all satisfied. Which, given the sheer number of men there, would be a long time.

Mikey services all the lustful men including being fucked in the ass. When the men are done Charlie puts a choke collar on Mikey and makes him his personal slave

Mikey’s mouth worked Charlie’s cock with desperation, his lips slick and wet, his tongue swirling around the sensitive head. The room was a symphony of ragged breaths and the slick sound of flesh against flesh. Charlie’s grip in his hair tightened, pulling him deeper, making him take more. Mikey gagged, tears streaming down his cheeks, but he didn’t stop. He knew what was expected of him, and he was determined to fulfill their every lustful desire. Charlie’s grip on his hair released. Mikey pulled away, gasping for air, his lips swollen and glossy. Charlie’s cock was hard and throbbing, the veins pulsing with need. The other men crowded closer, their eyes locked onto Mikey, their breaths coming in harsh pants. They were all ready, all eager to take their turn. The next man stepped forward, his jeans already unbuttoned, his cock springing free. Mikey didn’t hesitate. He took the man into his mouth, his lips stretching wide, his tongue working eagerly. The man groaned, his hands fisting in Mikey’s hair, pulling him deeper. Mikey’s throat relaxed, allowing the man to fuck his mouth with wild abandon. The room was a haze of lust, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat. One by one, the men took their turn, using Mikey’s mouth for their pleasure. Mikey’s lips were raw, his jaw aching, but he didn’t stop. He couldn’t. He was theirs to use, theirs to fuck. The only thing that kept him going was the raw, primal need in their eyes, the sheer lust that drove them to take him, to use him, to fuck him. Finally, after what felt like hours, the last man pulled out of his mouth, his cock slick and glistening. Mikey’s lips were swollen, his jaw aching, but he knew this wasn’t over. Not by a long shot. Charlie stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with a dark, possessive hunger. He grabbed Mikey’s wrist, pulling him to his feet. “Time for the main event, cheerleader,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. Mikey’s heart pounded in his chest as Charlie spun him around, pushing him down onto the armchair. He could feel the men crowding around, their eyes locked onto his ass, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. He was theirs to take, theirs to fuck, and he knew it. Charlie spit on his ass, his fingers rubbing the slickness into Mikey’s tight hole. Mikey gasped, his muscles clenching at the sudden intrusion. But Charlie was relentless, his fingers pushing deeper, stretching him, preparing him for what was to come. The first man stepped forward, his cock hard and throbbing. Mikey braced himself, his breath hitching as he felt the man’s cock press against his ass. He pushed in slowly, his hips bucking forward, his cock sliding deeper and deeper into Mikey’s tight hole. Mikey gasped, his fingers digging into the armchair, his body trembling with the effort of taking the man’s cock. The man groaned, his hips moving faster, his cock sliding in and out of Mikey’s ass with increasing speed. The room was filled with the sounds of flesh against flesh, the harsh, ragged breaths of the men, and Mikey’s own gasps of pain and pleasure. One by one, the men took their turn, fucking Mikey’s ass with wild abandon. Mikey’s body was slick with sweat, his muscles aching, but he didn’t stop them. He couldn’t. He was theirs to use, theirs to fuck, and he knew it. Charlie pulled him up, spun him around, and made him look in his eyes. "The gangbang is over, cheerleader." Charlie wrapped his hands around Mikey's throat and squeezed. Mikey struggled, his eyes wide with panic, but Charlie's grip was unyielding. "You're mine now, cheerleader," Charlie growled, his voice low and dangerous. "My personal slave. You'll do as I say, when I say it. Understand?" Mikey nodded, his breath coming in short, desperate gasps. Charlie released his throat, a cruel smile playing on his lips. He pulled out a choke collar from his pocket, the leather worn and shiny from use. He fastened it around Mikey's neck, the buckle clicking into place with a final, ominous sound. "You're mine, cheerleader," Charlie said, his voice a low, dangerous growl. "And I'm going to use you, fuck you, and make you my personal slave. And you're going to love every second of it. Understood?" Mikey nodded, his body trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation. He was Charlie's now, his to use, his to fuck, his to control. And he was ready to submit, to give in to the dark, primal needs that drove them both.

Weeks later and Charlie has turned Mikey in to a crossdresser porn Star filming porn movies. Mikey finally finds the strength to run away

Charlie's grip on Mikey's leash was firm as he led him into the brightly lit studio. The cameras were already rolling, the crew buzzing with anticipation. Mikey, now dressed in a skimpy cheerleader outfit, his nails painted and makeup perfectly applied, felt a shiver run down his spine. He had been transformed, molded into Charlie's vision of the perfect slut. But today, something felt different. Today, he felt a spark of defiance burning in his chest. Charlie pushed him onto the set, a replica of a high school gymnasium. The bleachers were filled with crew members, their eyes gleaming with lust and curiosity. Mikey's heart pounded as he stood there, his breath hitching in his throat. He could see the hunger in their eyes, the same hunger that had driven him to this point. But today, he wasn't just a plaything. Today, he was a star. The director shouted, "Action!" and the scene began. Mikey's character was a rebellious cheerleader, seducing the football coach in the empty gym. He shrugged off the fear, falling into the role with a practiced ease. His hips swayed, his voice was sultry, and his eyes were filled with a fake desire that belied the turmoil inside him. As he danced, grinding his ass against the coach's crotch, he felt a surge of adrenaline. This was his chance. He could see the door, just a few feet away. The crew was too engrossed, their eyes glued to the scene unfolding before them. He took a deep breath, his heart racing. He could do this. He could run. With a sudden burst of speed, Mikey pushed away from the coach, his eyes locked onto the door. The crew shouted in confusion, but it was too late. He was already moving, his heart pounding in his ears. He could feel the weight of the choke collar around his neck, a constant reminder of Charlie's control. But he was breaking free. He was running. His heels clicked on the hard floor, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He could hear Charlie's voice, a distant roar of rage, but he didn't stop. He couldn't stop. He had to keep moving, had to keep running. He burst through the door, the cool air hitting his face like a slap. He was free. For the first time in weeks, he was free. And he was never going back.

Mikey now homeless and with no money wanders the streets until he remembers an old friend lives nearby. Steven was his old roommate. Steven is shy but sees that mikey could be a beautiful woman. He allows Mikey to move to n with him and wear the sexy close that his ex-wive left behind

Mikey's heels echoed down the deserted alley, his breath misting in the cold night air. The streets were unfamiliar, the lights harsh and unforgiving. He huddled in his thin cheerleader outfit, the fabric offering little warmth against the chill. His feet ached, blisters forming on his heels, but he kept moving, driven by desperation and fear. As he turned a corner, a flicker of memory sparked in his mind. An old friend, Steven, lived nearby. They had shared an apartment years ago, before everything went to hell. Steven was shy, awkward, but he had a kind heart. Mikey clutched at the memory, a lifeline in the storm of his life. He found Steven's apartment building, the familiar brick facade a beacon of hope. He climbed the stairs, his body trembling with exhaustion and cold. He knocked on the door, his heart pounding in his chest. The door creaked open, revealing Steven's familiar face, his eyes widening in shock. "Mikey? Is that you?" Steven stammered, his gaze flickering over Mikey's appearance. Mikey nodded, a sob catching in his throat. "I need help, Steven," he whispered, his voice hoarse from the cold. Steven hesitated for a moment, then stepped aside, letting Mikey in. The warmth of the apartment enveloped him, a stark contrast to the icy streets. Steven led him to the couch, his eyes never leaving Mikey's face. "What happened to you, Mikey?" Steven asked softly, his voice laced with concern. Mikey took a deep breath, the words spilling out in a rush. He talked about Charlie, about the filming, about the choke collar and the constant fear. Steven listened, his expression growing darker with each word. "You can stay here, Mikey," Steven said finally, his voice firm. "You can't stay out there. It's not safe." Mikey looked at him, tears welling in his eyes. "Thank you, Steven," he whispered, his voice choking with gratitude. Steven nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "You can wear some of Emma's clothes," he offered, gesturing to a closet filled with feminine garments. "She left them behind when she moved out. They might fit you." Mikey looked at the closet, his eyes widening at the sight of the lace and silk. He nodded, a shiver of anticipation running down his spine. He could feel the familiar thrill of crossdressing, the way it made him feel both vulnerable and powerful. He stepped into the closet, the scent of Emma's perfume filling his nostrils. He emerged a few minutes later, dressed in a lacy black negligee, the fabric clinging to his body, accentuating every curve. Steven's eyes widened, his breath hitching in his throat. "You look... beautiful, Mikey," he stammered, his cheeks flushing with a deep blush. Mikey smiled, a genuine smile that lit up his face. He felt alive, felt seen, for the first time in weeks. And he knew, in that moment, that he was finally safe. Steven moved close to Mikey his eyes now changed from shock to desire. Mikey saw the longing in his eyes and felt the shift in Steven's energy. He was no longer just offering a place to stay, he wanted more. Mikey bit his lip. He was used to being desired, but this was different. This was Steven, his old friend, seeing him in a new light. Mikey felt a warmth spread through him, a mix of excitement and nervousness. He took a deep breath, his hand reaching out to touch Steven's cheek. They were so close he could feel his breath on his face. The silence was deafening, the tension palpable. Mikey leaned in, his lips brushing against Steven's in a soft, tentative kiss. Steven's eyes fluttered closed, a soft moan escaping his lips. Mikey felt a surge of confidence, his body pressuring against Steven's. This was his choice, his power. And he was taking it.