Short/Preview - Wrong Place, Wrong Time: Kwan Path

Howdy, howdy.  What follows is what I have so far of one thread of a new Chyoa story I am working on.  It is going to be called Wrong Place, Wrong Time.  The basic concept is that it will be a collection of short stories and threads based on sexual encounters that only occurred due to some unfortunate or fortunate twist of fate.  Sexy happenings that never should have happened, but did.  It is sort of similar to Mistaken Identity in that respect but more open as the main character isn't defined at the start.

I am currently working on three threads in that story.  This one, with a male MC.  An incest one with a female MC.  And one with a futa babysitter as the MC.  I am hoping to get the story up next week some time.

Despite the male in this one being effeminate he is very much heterosexual.  His "girly" looks were required for the premise of the story.  I've got some pics linked in the chyoa chapters, so keep an eye out for those when they eventually get put up.  I've included the chapter titles I have over on chyoa.  

Okay, here's what I have so far on this thread so far:

Wrong Place, Wrong Time: Kwan Kim

Introduction:

Kwan Kim. Down on his luck college drop out, family outcast, petty thief, and virgin.

Kwan is a petite and effeminate young half Korean man who is regularly mistaken for a girl. He is just an inch over five foot tall and his dishevelled black hair hangs down past his shoulders. He has unique silver gray eyes and a slim delicate features.

 (Pic of Kwan)

Kwan was born and raised in South Korea to a strict traditional family. He was conceived during his mother's wild and drunken bachelorette party. Her friends had hired her an American stripper and things got out of hand. No one had a clue until the day he was born. He had it rough growing up. His Korean father harbored a deep resentment of him and his mother was ashamed of how he had come to be.

Despite his strict home life, or maybe because of it, Kwan began to stray from the straight and narrow. He was forever getting into trouble for no apparent reason. Trespassing, shoplifting, minor vandalism, and other such misdemeanors. Never enough to actually be arrested and charged, but enough to annoy his exasperated parents. They couldn't understand why he couldn't behave like his well behaved brother and sister, they inevitably blamed his foreign half.

Kwan was clever and resourceful. He had been able to track down the identity of his biological father and eventually even find out where the man lived. His father had moved back to the States not long after conceiving Kwan. After he had graduated he had applied to a college in the United States and been accepted. His parents fought him bitterly on it, telling him he didn't have nearly enough money to support himself in a foreign country. This was true, but he had no real intention on staying in college for very long. It was just an excuse to get away. In their frustration his family laid down an ultimatum...leave and he would be out of the family forever. He left the next day.

Kwan found his father to discover he wanted nothing to do with effeminate looking young man. The man had just been married and was starting a family. He was respectable now, his stripper days were far behind him. He didn't want Kwan messing things up for him. An arrangement was made. His father would help him get his citizenship and then they would go their separate ways. A year later Kwan is now a citizen and scraping up a living as best he can. He was alone, he had dropped out of college, his English was passable but far from perfect, and he hadn't given up his light fingered tendencies. It seemed just a matter of time until Kwan found some trouble.

***

Sent to Women's Prison:

Kwan waited nervously in the court house holding cell. He was relieved by being lucky enough to be put in a small room by himself. The rough looking men in the overcrowded general cell had scared the hell out of him. The place was chaotic as it seemed someone had over-scheduled the docket for the day. The judges and lawyers were doing their best to clear people out so everyone could get home to their families, for tomorrow was Christmas.

Kwan sat nervously wringing his hands. He was alone, completely alone. There was no family for him to go home to. They were all back in Korea and even if they weren't they wouldn't want to hear from him. Kwan had permanently burned those bridges. He wasn't sure what was happening to him right now. He had had his time in court but it went by in a blur. Everyone had been talking so fast he wasn't able to keep up. Before he knew it the gavel was brought down and he was whisked away to this small holding cell. He hadn't done anything too terrible, but his record was already starting to pile up. Before being lead away he had heard something about "two weeks" and "minimum security".

The barred door suddenly clanks unlocked, causing him to startle. In walk two females in uniform. One of them holds a clip while the other carries a set of handcuffs and looks ready to use them. They both seem distracted by a good joke or something they just heard. The one with the clipboard glances down then briefly up at Kwan.

"Kim Quan?" She asks.

He nods. "I am Kwan." He says in his soft voice. He notes it as odd for an American to use his family name first like back in Korea.

She motions him to stand. "Alright, lets get going." As he stands the other woman claps the cuffs over his wrists. The face of the woman looking over the papers twists in disgust. "Jesus...you did all this shit? Well, you'll be right at home where you're going."

Not even ten feet away, in the next cell over, the gangster Kimberly Quan sat in stunned silence as it was explained to her that she was free to leave due to a technicality that was missed during the trial. It doesn't take her long to realize they were referring to an entirely different trial. She then realizes they thought she was someone else, she remains quiet.

Kwan and Kim pass each other in the hall. Each being lead to a different exit.

Kwan is taken out the prisoner entrance, handed off to a different set of guards, and then lead onto a blue prison bus. The new guards head back outside to talk with the other ones for a short time, they wish the others a Merry Christmas and discuss a few things about the prisoner, before returning to take their seats at the front. Had Kwan been more aware he might have questioned why all of the guards handling him had been female, but he was far too caught up in wondering what prison life would be like to really pay attention. It might only be minimum security and only for two weeks but he was terrified.

The driver asks. "Just one?"

The one guard nods. "Yep, let's get moving."

Before long the bus was on the road. A nervous Kwan sits and watches as the familiar buildings of the city make way to open farmland. It is about a half hour drive, first on the highway and then on a much smaller side road, until the bus is pulling up to the maximum security facility. A sign out front said "Green Valley Correctional Prison for W..." The last word was covered by a dense thicket of bushes.

The pulls through two sets of heavy metal gates and enters the compound. As Kwan looks around at the fenced concrete yards and old brick buildings and iron barred windows and heavy security doors and high walls and guard towers and the visible armed guards he can't help but think...this is minimum security!?

It was getting on late evening by this point and the weather was cool. There were no prisoners anywhere to be seen. Sitting looking at this stark surrounding Kwan begins to imagine all of the rough individuals housed within this old prison. He thinks of the stories he had heard about prison life. A little guy like him...oh no! As the bus comes to a stop in front of a squat brick building with the sign "Processing" on it Kwan's nerves finally get the better of him.

He blurts out in his soft girlish voice. "No please! I'll be good! Please don't put me here!"

The guards look at him a moment before laughing. "Ha ha ha! Are you shitting me? Ha ha ha!" One of them guffaws.

The other shakes her head as she unlocks the cage door into the prisoner section of the bus. "Shut up you dumb bitch." He bristles at the insult but was too afraid to respond. She comes back and grabs him by the arm. "Come on Kim, let's hurry this up. It's Christmas Eve and I've got family waiting."

Kwan is whisked from the bus into intake office. The bus guards hand him over to the prison guards and they stand and talk for a time. The bus guards assure the prison ones that he had been thorough searched at the court house. Kwan gets the impression that it is highly unusual but he is given a pass on the strip search. He is handed an orange jumpsuit, uncuffed, and pointed toward a room to get changed as paperwork is completed. It is only once he is in the change room, switching from one jumpsuit to another, that it occurs to him that everyone he has seen thus far have been women. Perhaps they saved the male guards for inside the prison proper? He slips the jumpsuit on and zips it up. It fit pretty well, if a little roomy in the hips.

He takes this moment of quiet to settle his nerves. Just two weeks, he just had to survive a couple of weeks. Maybe he'd get out early if he behaved. Taking a deep breath he steps back out among the chatting guards. He is cuffed once more. There are wishes of Merry Christmas as the transport guards leave the building. All of them talk as if he wasn't even there. He was simply a part of their work.

The three prison guards look toward the caged off desk where another woman was processing the paperwork. "Good to go?"

The woman waves them on. "Yeah, yeah. I got it. You can take her."

One guard leads the way while the other two fall behind. With a rough shove one of the guards push him to get him moving. "Come on Kim, move it."

He stumbles and whimpers but is able to catch himself before he falls. He obediently follows, not that he had a choice.

***

Cait:

He is lead back outside, he shivers both from nerves as well as the cool winter's wind. Before long however he is taken into one of the five cell blocks. A big number 3 is painted on the door. The group is buzzed into the old brick three story building.

Once more Kwan watches as one group of guards greets another. Once more...the guards were all women. At last he began to wonder what was happening.

"Ah, our newest tenant. Welcome to Cell Block Three Kim. It's going to be your home for a long time." One of the new guards grins.

"Ha! Home for the holidays, eh Quan." Another quips as she elbows his side in a jokish manner.

Kwan clears his throat and says in a low voice. "Two weeks? Good behavior?"

There is a moment of silence...before the group of them erupt in laughter like those on the bus had done. Now he was really getting concerned.

"Come on Kim, let's get you settled." One grabs him by the shoulders and forces him out in front of her, guiding him with her hand. "You're bunking with Cait."

The laughter picks up once more. The poor confused Kwan simply walked, he was completely baffled as to what was happening.

"Holy shit, Cait? I thought she didn't take to roomies." One says.

"Only open bed we got right now." Another explains. "Besides, did you see the charges this bitch was sent up for? Don't feel sorry for her."

HER!? As Kwan is lead past cell after cell along a long second floor walkway he sees...women. Only women staring back out to see the new inmate being lead past. He finally realizes that there had been a terrible mistake.

"Wait! Wait! Wrong person!" He struggles to find the right words in his second language. He pushes back into the group of guards and begins to wrestle his shoulders back and forth. "Wait! I'm a ma...AH!"

A billy club across the back of the legs causes him to cry out in pain.

"Shut the fuck up bitch!" Before he knew it he was being lead forward once more, this time far more forcefully. The guards had him by the arms and hurried him on. Kwan heard some of the other prisoners laugh, some cheer and others call out for the guards to leave "her" alone.

"Wait." He whimpers. "Wait...mistake. Mistake! Mistake!"

"Yeah, you made plenty of them Kimberly. That's why you're here."

Kimberly? "Kwan. Kwan Kim! Man!" He says trying to explain. They weren't listening to a word he was saying.

One of the guards rush forward. Banging her club on metal door she peers through the small barred window into the cell. "Back off Cait!" The guard yells.

From inside Kwan hears a bellowing female voice. "Fuck you!"

Despite the vitriol the guard seemed satisfied that this Cait had backed off enough from the door and unlocks it. One of the other guards laughs. "Hey, try not to break this one Cait. We've got nowhere else to put her."

"Fuck you." Comes the response once more.

Kwan is held still as the cuffs are removed. From a glance over his shoulder he can see one of the guards had a taser at the ready in case he put up too much of a struggle.

"Wait...please...please...mistake! I'm man!" He pleads to deaf ears.

They toss him into the cell and slide the door shut with a loud slam and clank behind him. "Kim meet Cait, Cait meet Kim. Merry Christmas bitches." The guards sneer. He spins and rushes to the bared window of the door, the only way to see into or out of the cell, and he calls out to the backs of the guards as they leave.

"Wait! Mistake! Mistake! I'm man!" He cries in a most unmanly voice. The guards were already talking among themselves, ignoring his pleas as they returned to the guard post.

From behind him he hears the cracking of knuckles and a low chuckle. "You're a man? Now that's a funny thing to say. You really think a crazy story like that will get you out of here?"

Kwan slowly turns around to see the source of the words. Before him stood easily the largest woman he had seen in his life. She stood over six foot tall and hard bulging muscles, along with a massive set of tits, strained her prisoner's jumpsuit to the limit. She had ripped the arms off of the suit to expose her ripped beefy arms. She was a white woman. She had shoulder length brown hair and striking cerulean blue eyes. She was in her middle to late twenties and was actually pretty damned attractive despite her hulking size.

 (Pic of Cait)

With slow steps she advances, forcing Kwan into the corner of the cell beside the door. She looms over him and looks him up and down. "Besides, who would possibly believe a pretty thing like you was a man? Ha ha ha." Her laughter is low and sultry.

"I-I-I..." Kwan was at a loss for words.

Cait, standing not a foot away, gives him a long slow and careful look up and down his tiny trembling form. He sees something light up in her eyes. "Although...now that I really get a look at you." She leans, staring straight into his face. Inspecting him with the utmost attention to detail. "Hmm...I wonder..."

Without warning she suddenly grabs him by his package and gives it a firm squeeze!

"Ahhh!" Kwan yelps. His eyes go wide as he tries hopelessly to push the behemoth off of him.

Cait's eyes also go wide, as does her plump rosy lips into a huge smile. "Ohhhhh my!" She growls hungrily as she squeezes and fondles his cock and balls through his jumpsuit. "It's a Christmas miracle!"

***

Merry Christmas Cait:

The imposing Cait completely ignores Kwan's pushing hands. Laying her left forearm across his upper chest she pins the slender young man to the wall. Her right hand grabs the zipper of his jumpsuit and pulls it all the way down to its bottom, right at the crotch. Cait was not one for subtlety. Kwan grabs her right arm with both his hands but she powers right through his feeble resistance. Her hand slips easily into his tight briefs and with no hesitation she grabs his cock in her large hand.

"Guh!" Kwan gasps.

"Mmmmmm yessss!" She hisses. "Oh god, do you know how long it's been?" The raw primal hunger in her expression is unmistakable.

She looks over her shoulder toward the window in the door. She knew this must be some sort of clerical error of astronomical proportions. How long would it take them to figure this out? Surely it wouldn't be too long. She was amazed he had made it this far. She didn't know how long she had with her cute little cellmate, she had to make the best of it while she could.

Despite his initial struggle Kwan was now very still. He stares at this imposing woman with wide dark eyes. Cait's hand had begun stroking his soft manhood in a steady and surprisingly gentle milking motion. No woman had ever touched him like this before! Her palms and fingers were soft, well moisturized, though he could feel the callouses from her weightlifting add some rough to the soft.

It was...it was...wonderful! It was the single greatest thing he had ever felt in his life!

Kwan had always been nervous and awkward around girls. He'd never even kissed one outside of his family, never mind had them touch his penis.

"Unghhh." He moaned.

Her clear intense blue eyes ran down the pale skin of his slender chest peeking out from the part in his jumpsuit. Her smile was as wide as ever. "Like that, huh?"

He nods as a little gasp escapes him. He was terrified to disagree with this woman...but it was also the truth. He liked this very very much! The way she held him and stroked him...it all felt good. She wasn't trying to hurt him, only hold him still. The heat and pressure of her large body against his was amazing. And it sure didn't hurt that she was so beautiful. He began to look over her pretty features and really appreciate what he was looking at.

With a quiet chuckle she picks up the pace. Her hand steadily rubbing his rapidly stiffening member. She takes a moment to look down to admire the man meat. She licks her lips in obvious approval of the delicious looking schlong in her grip. "Not bad for a little guy Kim, not bad at all!"

Cait played it cool but in her mind she marveled. 'Fuck...he looks like a girl was probably just over a hundred pounds soaking wet, but...this guy is packin!'

Kwan didn't want to...he REALLY didn't want to...but he knew he must. If the guards saw what was happening they would realize the mistake that had been made. They would see he was a man and he would be released. He calls out in a breathy sigh. "Guards! HELP!"

Cait's smile disappears as her eyes narrow in an angry scowl. "You little son of a..."

"Sorry." He winces. He was already regretting his decision. Not only did he not want to be hurt by this beast of woman, he wanted nothing more than to let her continue doing what she was doing.

What she does next throws the already reeling Kwan for a loop. She pushes forward and plants him into the wall with a mighty kiss. Her plump lips pushing hard into his, her tongue forcing its way into his mouth it plunges and probes as they taste each other. Her huge breasts mash between their bodies. Her big soft hand never wavers its up and down motion for even an instant.

"Mmmmmm!" Kwan moans. This woman. She...she tasted so good...she smelled so good...everything she was doing felt so good. Fireworks were going off in the young man's virgin mind and body. "Mmmmmmmm!" He moans again as his resistance soon melts completely.

It is with a mixed reaction that he hears the clop, clop, clop of booted feet heading back down the metal grate floor of the gangway. The guards had heard his call for help. He now wished that they hadn't. The truth would surely come out soon enough, did he really have to choose now to demonstrate the truth?

Cait hears the boot steps too. She stares him down with a molten intensity. In the blink of an eye she switches her stroking hand from her right to her left, her right arm then loops around his shoulders. She manhandles him toward the door and stands beside him, right arm holding him by the shoulder while her left hand continued to give him a furious handjob to his now diamond hard cock. They stood so they were right up against the window, only their faces would be visible through the small barred opening.

Just before the guards arrive Cait whispers into his ear. "Say anything and I swear to you that I'll rip it off before they can get in here." He nods his understanding rapidly as her powerful hand GRIPS his dick painfully just for a second before resuming her hurried stroking. He had no doubt about her capability or willingness to follow through with this threat.

As the guards arrive they stand for a moment puzzled at the two up close smiling faces waiting there for them. They pause a moment before speaking.

"Already problems, huh Cait?"

"No, no problems" Cait smiles.

The guards look at one another. That was weird. Cait generally couldn't her cellmates out of her cell fast enough. She liked her privacy and they had always been forced to remove her previous roommates before too long. They had been expecting trouble from her, as usually happened when they tried to put her with someone else, which was why they had been on alert for Kwan's call for help.

They look at Kwan. "You call for us? You call for help? Any problems?"

By this point Kwan was flush and he was struggling to control his breathing. Cait's hand was doing its job very well. He could feel the oncoming build up of an irresistible pressure in his balls. He shakes his head. "No...sorry. No problem. No problem."

Cait nods. "Kim here was saying hell ya dumb fucks. Not help. She said jail is hell."

The guards again look at each other suspiciously, then back again. They note how close the pair of prisoners were standing, they can just see Cait's arm around Kwan's shoulders and they can't help but notice how happy the newcomer looked. "You...you actually like this one Cait?"

Cait nods. "Oh yeah! Very much. This one's not like the others. I like her a lot."

If Kwan was capably of concentrating he would notice the surprised look on their faces. But he was edging ever closer to a glorious climax, the very first not brought on by his own touch. He was absolutely dazzled by how much better everything felt when it was a woman bringing about these feelings.

He began to squirm and light little gasps came unbidden from his mouth.

Feeling her cellmate tensing Cait increases the pace even more and shifts her grip to focus more on the head. Her hand was a quiet blur up and down the top half of his dick. The guards, only being able to see their faces, were none the wiser.

"Well...good." The guards visibly relax. It looked like Cait wasn't going to be a problem after all. The one taps the door with her baton, bap! "Next time don't say it so loud Kim." They turn to leave and are a step away when they hear Kwan let out a long high pitched whimper.

"...gulhhhhnnnnnnn..." His body quivers as his eyes roll and go unfocused for a moment.

On the other side of the door the young girlish Korean was blasting thick creamy ropes of cum up against the inside of the metal door. Cait milked her cellmate's surging throbbing cock with long firm strokes up his entire length.

"What?" One of the guards asks as she glances back.

Cait smiles and leans close to the bars, eclipsing Kwan, and gives her a bright grin. "Merry Christmas Doreen."

Doreen shakes her head and walks away. "Merry Christmas Cait." She then yells out so everyone in the block could hear. "Lights out in ten minutes bitches!" The guards return to their post.

Cait looks back at her shuddering little cellmate and the goofy smile across his pretty Asian face. His eyes were distant, staring off into space, and he leaned against her for support as his rubbery legs were faltering. She looks down at the copious mess splattered across and oozing down the door of their cell. She looks at the tube of fine grade A man meat in her hand as she squeezed the last drops out of him.

She chuckles. "Merry Christmas indeed."