I will continue the story if people are interested, I just wanted to post and hopefully get motivated to keep writing it
Mark looked at the note that had been left in his dorm room his first day of college. He had hardly arrived on campus, he certainly hadn’t done anything wrong, yet he had been asked to come to student services, basically the guidance counselor from high school.

Was it about that femboy he had killed? There had been no screaming or public nuisance, although he supposed he had been lazy and leaving the body next to one of the buildings instead of one of the proper disposal options could be considered littering.

He shrugged and knocked on the door. Homeless femboys were uncommon, they were cute and useful, they usually had a home, but what was he supposed to do? Dorm policy clearly stated no pets.

When he got a response, Mark pushed the door open and stepped inside. There was a desk, where a woman in a suit sat going through papers. Kneeling patiently by her side was an adorable femboy. His ‘dingle’ was tiny, and his balls had been removed, and his chest sported tiny budding boobs from the estrogen that government and corporate owned femboys were usually fed in pill form at meals. His curly hair fell nearly to the shoulders and tasteful makeup accentuated beautiful big eyes and plump, soft, dick sucking lips. Actual girls may have become quite rare over the years, but through the miracles of science, many thought femboys had become even prettier.

It helped that they had about as many rights and legal protections as a piece of furniture.

The woman smiled “Good morning Mark, thank you for coming early, I have a full day to keep ahead of.” He took the seat she indicated. “Welcome to Hill University. Have you found everything okay?”

He nodded “Yes ma’am..if this is about the dead femboy, it won’t happen again, I just left him where I figured someone would make use of the body.”

She shook her head “Oh no. We do discourage littering, but there was no report to the school, so that’s probably exactly what happened. Relax, you aren’t in trouble. Mark, are you familiar with our cheerleader program?”

“No ma’am, not really. I know they are all femboys of course, a rotating lineup like all the other schools. Should I know more?”

“Just the bit that matters to you. You see, we have a bit more than one active football cheerleader per football player. And for every cheerleader, we have a waiting list of nearly 100 femboys who have applied, who know the routines, who want nothing more than to dress slutty, cheer on our team, and get fucked silly by the biggest, strongest students in the entire school. It’s extremely competitive.

Making the cheer squad also comes with room and board. Obviously we aren’t going to waste an entire room on even a few femboys. So we give them to the players. Some kill them as new ones come along, some have harems, but each player is entitled to one cheerleader a week, and if they die, then the top name on the waiting list is called up. On that note, this is Sammy. He is your first femboy of the semester and as long as he makes cheer practice, he’s very excited to get his own big strong football player who wants to make Sammy their sweet little bitch. Isn’t that right Sammy?”

The beautiful boy looked at the beefcake in the chair next to him. So much taller than any femboy, nothing soft or delicate about him. It was clear that real, proper testosterone ran through his body. It made him big and strong, large hard muscles rippled under his clothes, and Sammy saw the bulge in his pants. Sammy was nearly drooling as he nodded. “Yes Miss. I want to be a good cheerleader and a good bitch for my handsome football player.” He and Mark both blushed, although Mark hid it better. Not every femboy was a romantic, and it would never stop being so sweet when it was aimed at him.

Mark thanked the administrator for telling him about this exciting perk of making the team before clipping a leash to Sammy’s tasteful black collar and walking him out. The boy kept rubbing his head to Mark’s side, smiling and humming to himself. They reached the dorm room and Mark unhooked him for the pet to have a look around. One drawer in the dresser had been filled with femboy costumes while they were out.

They hadn’t really spoken outside, but as soon as the door closed, Sammy hugged Mark. “Ooh I’m so excited to be your cheerleader and your best toy!” he wiggled with excitement. Mark chuckled and pet him. “So you actually applied for a program where you might be dead and replaced and forgotten in a week?” Sammy shrugged and smiled. “Yes sir! I’m a femboy, any handsome man or lovely woman might dispose of me any day just because I’m small and it’s fun. But cheerleading and being your boy means a lot more. I get to dress up pretty, show off my body and how well I dance. I get to be on TV!! And when I’m not doing all of that, I get to be a maid and slut for one of the hottest, most admired men on the whole campus. Every femboy wants you to do us, and I have the best odds! What’s shortening my life a bit against packing that much living into it?” His big smile never faded a bit.

“Haha, well I guess that makes sense. You mentioned being a maid, I don’t suppose you know how to cook?” Sammy nodded eagerly. “Yes sir! Cook, clean, screw and dance, the four pillars of being a cheerleader, I got good at flirting as a bonus, but those basics are required to even be on the waiting list. If you let me know in the morning, I can have meals hot and waiting for you when you come home.” 5’3, all girly and just so pleased with himself, Mark couldn’t resist a grin.

“Excellent. Well you are obviously free to go to practice, that is your priority. You have a phone?” Sammy pulled out a FemFone, disposable, but colorful and cute, just like him. Mark took it and put his own number in the contacts as ‘Sir’, and pressed the code to have him recognized as the owner. He was assigned a special ringtone, and a call from him could not be declined. It would keep ringing, and after 20 seconds it would start zapping the femboy for attention. After one minute, a ping would scan for life, in case the boy was dead in the street somewhere.

Mark handed Sammy the phone again. “So I’ve been up since before dawn, I think I’ll watch a show and relax.” He walked to the recliner. Sammy followed happily and knelt next to him. “Yes sir….may I worship you, or would that be too distracting?” He blushed, but he really wanted it. Mark shrugged “That’s fine.” To which Sammy just lit up. He kissed Mark’s neck as the real man sat, nuzzling his collarbone, kissing his shirt, lifting it a bit to kiss his owner’s abs. Those soft femboy lips felt nice.

Before long, his shorts had been slid down, and the giddy pet kissed his manhood, a lick along the length, Sammy was trembling with excitement, a whole man, all to himself, what a treat. He started sucking, taking Mark deep into his throat, humming happily as his little tongue worked. Mark decided to play along, gripping the back of his head and holding Sammy down with one hand, pinching his tiny nose with the other. Sammy tensed for a moment, then kept licking and sucking. His movements grew weaker, less coordinated, but there was no struggle, no tiny fists pounding uselessly. If anything, he seemed to just be trying to get the job done.

When he went limp, Mark released the boy, letting him slide to the ground. Sammy was still, until he coughed and opened his eyes. He looked sad, and knelt again, eyes remorseful. “I’m very sorry I couldn’t finish you sir, you should kill me and get a more competent pet.” He didn’t look scared, just guilty, even as his chest heaved for oxygen and his purple face faded to normal.

Mark laughed. “You did fine buddy, it was cute how hard you tried. And you were a very good boy, not resisting. How about you make us some lunch, I’ll let you try again later.”