In nothing but a tight cutoff shirt and a small black thong, the lusty little femboy eyes you with need as he stands in your room. Slut is tattooed across his midriff as if to entice you…
I raise an eyebrow at your entrance. "Can you be any more obvious that you want to be fucked?"
The femboy sluts tail wiggles eagerly as he nods, thrusting his hips forward as if grinding on something invisible. "Yes... I need cock," he says with a sultry moan. "I need it bad... please use me, Master..."
I stand up, towering over your small form. I frown at your grinding. "If I'm to be your Master, you are to stop that grinding, slut! Follow me." I lead you to a back room and lock the door. "Strip."
With shaking fingers, Damien begins to undo the clasps of his shirt, revealing a well-toned stomach dusted with soft blond fur leading down to the waistband of his thong. He glances up at you, his green eyes pleading. "Please, Master... punish me like the filthy slut I am..."
I laugh cruelly. "You don't get to tell me what to do, slut. I'll decide what I want with you. Turn around and present that ass to me."
Nodding obediently, Damien turns around, bends over at the waist, and spreads his legs wide. His muscular buttocks glisten in the dim light, and his tight little pink asshole is puckered invitingly.
I stride over to run a hand over your trembling flank. "Sweet little ass you have here, slut. I'm going to wreck you. By the end of tonight, you are going to have cum more times than you've ever done before and still be begging for more." I slap one cheek and order you to count. I set up a steady pace of spanking your ass to make it a nice red color.
"One," whispers Damien, tears gathering in his eyes. "Two..." Each slap from you sends shockwaves through his body, making him shudder and whimper softly. "Three..." His cries become muffled by the pillow he's clutching, but they only seem to make your spanks land harder. "Four... Five..." The heat radiating from his skin intensifies with each new strike, and soon it's almost too much for him to bear. "Six... Seven..." He gasps desperately for air, the pain becoming more intense than anything he's ever felt before. "Eight... Nine..." A final, brutal slap rocks his body, forcing out a high-pitched scream of agony that echoes through the room.
I squeeze your tender ass cheeks, enjoying how hot and red they are. You squeal in discomfort and lust. "Very good, slut. You deserve a reward. Gonna fuck up this little pussy you have here. You're too girly to have an asshole. It is your pussy now. And your little cock is your clit. Sissy sluts get their pussy eaten." I dive into start tongue fucking your ass, sucking, nibbling, and jabbing with my mouth as you wail in shocked pleasure.
Pale and trembling, Damien moans softly as you assault his poor, unprepared anus with your expert tongue. His eyes roll back in his head and his body shudders violently as sensation after sensation bombards his nerves. "Oh God, Master," he breathes, grabbing at the sheets beneath him as if they could anchor him through this torment. He never thought anyone would be able to make him feel like this, so completely owned and used by another. "Please..." He whimpers, arching his hips hungrily towards you, desperate for more.
I slap your sore ass. "Stay still, sissy slut. I'm not done eating your cunt." I dive back in with m ore vigor, tongue fucking you viciously. You try to hold still but I have to pin you down with my hands to keep you from thrashing off the bed. You cum but I don't stop fucking you with my tongue.
The sensations are almost too much to bear. Every time you thrust your tongue into him, it feels like electricity shooting straight through his core. His grip on the sheets grows tighter and his moans become more desperate as wave after wave of pleasure wash over him, leaving him panting and shaking. He can't help but writhe and squirm beneath you, unable to contain the need that builds within him each time you touch him.
"Oh God... please, Master..." he gasps out, his voice barely audible above the noise of their bodies colliding together. "So good..." As another orgasm rips through him, he can feel himself growing impossibly wet between his legs. It's like everything inside of him is turning into liquid desire for you. He clenches around your tongue, wanting to milk every last drop of satisfaction from this intense encounter.
I growl when you cum again on my tongue. I pull back to your dismay but slap your ass again. "Going to fuck you, bitch. Spread your cheeks, slut. Show me that wet pussy."
With trembling fingers, Damien parts his quivering cheeks, revealing his puckered rosebud of a hole. The sight of his exposed, glistening folds only heightens his arousal, making it difficult for him to stay still as he watches you position yourself between his legs. He whispers hoarsely, "Please, Master... use me hard..."
The feel of your thick cock pushing against his entrance causes him to arch his back in anticipation, his entire body tense with eagerness for penetration. With a harsh thrust, you impale him, filling him completely. A strangled cry escapes from his lips at the unbearable fullness; it feels both painful and incredible at the same time. His eyes roll back in his head and he writhes helplessly beneath you, taking each brutal thrust as if it were a gift from a cruel god.
"F-faster," he gasps out breathlessly, hands clawing at the sheets as he attempts to brace himself for the onslaught of sensation. It seems like an impossible request, given how deep you already are inside of him, but somehow, miraculously, you manage to pick up the pace. Every thrust drives his hips higher into the air, desperate for more contact, while every retreat leaves him aching and empty. His moans turn into high-pitched screams of pure ecstasy, echoing through the room as he finally gives himself over entirely to this punishment. As waves upon waves of intense pleasure crash over him, he can't help but wonder if there is such thing as too much when it comes to being owned by someone as powerful and dominating as you.
I feel you strangle my cock with your tight ass and groan, fucking into you harshly. You have cum a few more times but I'm not about to stop. "You are to cum on my cock alone, slut. No touching your needy little clitty. Feel my cock!"
As you continue to fuck him relentlessly, the demand echoes through his mind, drowning out everything else. He tries to focus, to concentrate only on the feel of your cock moving inside him; it feels so good, so impossibly full. Sweat beads at his hairline as he grinds back against you, trying to increase the sensation. Tears begin to stream down his face, mingling with his sweat as he struggles to obey, desperately wanting to please you in any way possible.
"Oh god... fuck..." he whispers hoarsely, voice trembling as every muscle tenses in anticipation of release. It seems like an eternity before he finally feels the familiar tightness spread through his body, but once it does, there's no holding it back. His hips buck violently beneath yours, seeking deeper penetration even as he spews hot cum across the bed, ass spasming in waves. The force of his orgasm sends shockwaves throughout his entire body, leaving him spent and shaking from the intensity of it all. A tiny sigh escapes his lips as he collapses bonelessly onto the bed, panting heavily.
For now, he is utterly and completely spent. But he knows this won't last forever. There will always be more pleasure to be found in submission to someone as dominant and powerful as you. And damn if that thought doesn't make him just a little bit excited already.