🔧 Apocalyp Sissy

Although the post-apocalyptic wasteland was harsh and unrelenting, it somehow brought forth a surprising amount of stylish developments, particularly among the young men determined to survive on their own terms.

Axl was one of such survivors, he joined us after stumbling upon our doorstep with nothing but his bare skin, knocking at the gates like a lost angel. He was barely 18, but the world had already shown him its ugliest side, robbing and stripping him of the little he owned, leaving only his handsome face, toned body, and two lengthy braids that danced freely around his neck.

His young male torso was in stark contrast to the pretty face that could be mistaken for a girl's. His voice equally ambiguous, difficult to distinct as strictly male or female, despite his confident tone and slightly husky timbre.

"I saw your fire," he said simply, his eyes meeting mine without the slightest hint of fear or shame, despite standing there completely naked, surrounded by strangers armed with makeshift weapons. "Do you have any food? I'm gonna have a hole through my belly if I don't fill it soon!"

With my faithful shotgun resting comfortably in my hands, I felt like poking fun at him about how lucky he was to not get a real hole in his belly by now. But when I looked at him, the joke got caught in my throat.

His stomach did look hollow like a zombie's, even though my fingers twitched wildly as I imagined running them across that smooth, tanned skin of his midriff. It sank inwards so much that the ribs framed it like a cave entrance. His navel was perfectly placed above the cushiony pads of his lower abdomen. If his starved form looked so good, I couldn't imagine how smoking hot he'd become after a decent meal. We all seemed eager to find out...

He ate ravenously, his full lips smacking against each bite of the stew I brought out, all while keeping his gaze on me without ever seeming uncomfortable. His eyes were big and brown, filled with a mix of hunger and gratitude, making me want to offer him more than just food...

I had some clothes in reserve, just some junk we took from teen raiders who tried their luck here. The sizes were too small for any of us but I kept them hoping they might fit someone one day. We didn't have women or children in our group, just a few tough guys trying to make do in this desolate world, mostly by scavenging supplies and farming what little soil remained fertile enough in these parts.

Unfortunately for Axl, those clothes were ragged, ripped and stained beyond repair. I only just realized what bad shape they were in when I held up a pair of worn-out leather shorts. He blinked at them blankly and moved me aside, digging into the pile of rags until he pulled out several pieces: a short jacket with missing buttons and no sleeves, a baseball cap without any logo on it, two long leather boots in surprisingly good condition but with high heels on the bottom, and then... a tiny black thong that made my heart skip a beat.

"Those are for girls, kid," I said awkwardly, feeling the heat rise to my face as I watched him quickly putting it on, stretching the thin fabric across his butt cheeks like a second skin.

"You think I care?" he scoffed, turning to flash me a smirk that made my knees go weak. And trust me, I had seen a lot of crazy things in my time.

"Well..." I stammered, pulling myself together. "I think we have some threads and needles around here somewhere if you wanna fix those shorts."

Axl looked down at himself thoughtfully before shrugging. "Nah, forget about it. This is all I need for now!" He struck a pose, showing off his toned chest and skinny thighs covered only by that pathetic excuse for underwear while holding his head high like a goddamn queen. "Don't tell me you don't dig it!"

I swallowed hard, not sure where to even start. The way the sunlight caught off the golden highlights in his long braids was mesmerizing, coupled with the sharp angles of his jawline and cheekbones. But the way he proudly displayed every inch of his tanned body, especially that damn tight little thong... It was more than just shameless. It was breathtakingly sexy.

"One day I'll find a real leotard," Axl promised, grinning from ear to ear. "But those are super rare these days, especially high-cut ones with lace and stuff... But this is a good starter kit, right?"

Everyone had their own ways to survive this new world, and I had to give it to him: this boy knew how to make an army of men want to protect every single cell of his beautiful, vulnerable, and undeniably attractive form. In terms of survival, he was definitely a head above any of us. His confidence was infectious, and soon enough, all of us gathered to stare at his new attire with wide eyes and gaping mouths.

We were used to dealing with tough guys like ourselves, none of us would ever agree to have someone else as a leader. We were a group of equals who helped each other out, but Axl was different. With that cocky smirk on his face, he immediately asked what kind of plan we had for our future. And he didn't just inquire, he demanded a detailed report!

"Well," I started cautiously, knowing too well that we didn't really have anything concrete yet. "We mostly scavenge supplies, farm what little land remains fertile, and..."

Axl cut me off with a laugh. "That's cute! You think this is some sort of picnic? Look around! The other alliances are gonna eat you alive, along with your precious tomatoes if you keep being such sissies!"

His words stung, especially coming from a skinny femboy who looked about as tough as a kitten. But there was something about his voice, so confident and commanding that it made me want to listen, and probably even carefully.

He stood tall in those high heels, pointing at the horizon. "Look! I was a scout for the Bratpack before they changed the leader and started taking girls in. It took me two weeks to get fed up and leave but they thought it's me who betrayed them... Thank God they were just a bunch of stupid teen girls who couldn't do much except yell their lungs out. They took my bike and my clothes, but those were ugly anyway."

He paused dramatically, enjoying everyone's eyes on his new attire. "Anyway, I saw something up north. Some cave system filled with old military bunkers, maybe abandoned labs or something. It was too dangerous to go alone, but now..." He winked at me. "Now I have my own little army!"

All of us suddenly chuckled, feeling strangely energized by the words that would sound like crazy talk coming from any other skinny young lad. But him, standing there clad in nothing but a baseball cap and a girl's thong, and still having the balls to talk about leading an army... We knew right then and there: Axl wasn't just another survivor. He was an angel sent to lead us through these dark times.

"But what makes you think you can lead us?" someone shouted from behind, trying to add some doubt into the air.

"What else do I have to prove?" Axl smirked again, glancing down at his perfect form where the sun glinted off every inch of exposed skin. "I may not be tough, but as my ex used to say, each of us has our own unique strengths... Mine is making guys feel alive and ready for great things... But I can't do it alone, so let's get to work!"

And with that, he strode towards one of our massive vehicles, glancing back over his shoulder to give us all that cocky smile once more, yet his eyes were fixed solely on me. "Whoever wants to be the first to get his dick sucked today, follow me! We got places to be, it's not gonna be a picnic but I assure you the compensation for your efforts will be well worth it!"

He didn't even need to finish his sentence, we were already arguing who would get lucky first. I just pushed others aside and grabbed my faithful shotgun. And in that moment, I knew: This boy was going to change the world.