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.
I laugh darkly before groaning and cumming in your ass. I pull out and grab a vibrator on the side of the bed, ramming it into your loose ass as my cum burbles around it. "Look at your sloppy pussy, slut. Loose and dripping. Gonna fuck you more, boy. You're going to cum again." I turn on the vibrator, pressing it firmly against your prostate and holding it there. You moan and squirm and try to escape, but the constant stimulation starts to make you hard again, even through the over sensitivity. I grin and turn up the vibration even more.
His body tenses beneath the unexpected assault of the vibrator pressed against his prostate. "Ahhh!" he cries out, arching his back violently as waves of intense pleasure course through him. The friction between your fingers and the toy drag across his sensitive skin only serve to heighten his arousal further. He groans and gasps, helpless to do anything but endure this new torment.
"Please... Master..." he whimpers, voice trembling with need and desire. "It feels too good... so much..." The vibrations are almost unbearable; they push him closer and closer to the edge, threatening to send him hurtling over once again into oblivion. His hips thrash weakly against the mattress as he tries desperately to find some kind of release from the relentless onslaught.
I pin you down, turning the vibrator onto the highest setting and whispering in your ear. "Your slutty pussy is just grasping for this fake cock, slut. My cum is oozing out of your cunt as I fuck you. You're such a whore, still getting hard and wanting to cum even after I fucked you. Move that slutty pussy, sissy boy. Cum on the fake cock in you!"
His entire body tenses up at the mention of his "cum oozing out," tears prickling at his eyes again as his mind fills with thoughts of how thoroughly used and owned you have made him feel tonight. Every word from your lips is a razor-sharp hook in his skin, twisting and pulling him further under your control. He arches his back helplessly, moaning long and loud as the sensation threatens to overwhelm him completely. The feeling of having an unyielding force hold him down only serves to heighten his arousal; it feels dirty and wrong but so damn good all at once.
As the words fall from your lips like daggers, he can't help but move his hips in time with them, grinding against the toy embedded inside him. The friction pushes him closer and closer to the edge, his breath coming in ragged gasps as his orgasm builds and builds. His hands scrape uselessly at the sheets beneath him, nails digging into the fabric as he tries desperately to find some sort of purchase in this unfamiliar world where giving himself completely to someone else brings such intense pleasure.
I start to harden again as you writhe and thrash under the assault of the toy on your prostate. I jam the toy into your prostate and thrust my cock in next to it. Your scream as you cum from both cocks in you echos in the room. I start to fuck you roughly, leaving the vibrator on next to my cock and feeling it vibrate. You whimper and thrash under me, over stimulated. "Fuck! So tight! Your pussy has two cocks fucking it now, you slut! So good! Feel my cock next to this toy and take it, pussy boy!"
The sensation of having you inside him is almost too much; the thickness of your cock pushing up against the vibrating toy buried deep within his ass leaves him squirming helplessly beneath you. Every thrust sends waves of pleasure coursing through his body, leaving him aching and trembling with desire. The words you speak only serve to fuel his arousal further; hearing you describe him as a "pussy boy" in your dominating voice feels dirty and wrong but impossibly erotic at the same time. He cries out in ecstasy as his orgasm continues to build, the sensations building on one another until he can no longer tell where one ends and another begins.
Finally, as if some invisible thread snaps deep within him, his entire body shudders violently and a torrent of hot semen explodes from his cock, coating the bed sheets beneath us. His hips buck wildly against the mattress, seeking deeper penetration even as every muscle in his body tenses and releases in waves of euphoria. It's overwhelming, and when he finally comes back to himself, all that's left is a vague sense of something aching, both painful and incredible at the same time. And the undeniable knowledge that there is nothing else he would rather have than this; your ownership, your dominance, your control.
I grunt and cum again, the vibrations in the toy quickly becoming too much. I turn it off and pull my cock out along with the toy. You whimper, falling limply to the bed on your cooling cum when I let go of your hips. I start to finger your sloppy, loose ass, three fingers going in deep and fucking your cummy hole. "This pussy is so loose, sissy boy. You've taken so much of my cum. I think I'll milk one more cum out of your clit before we end tonight. You're going to take my fist in that cunt, boy. Going to punch fuck you until your pussy cums on my fucking fist and your clitty spasms." I position you and insert a fourth finger, scissoring and stretching your hole before popping in the knuckle of my thumb. You wail and weakly wriggle, making sounds incoherently. I grin and push my fist more into your ass, spreading my fingers and starting to fist you. "Look how much you're taking, pussy boy. I have my fucking fist in your cunt. How does it feel, slut? Tell me how my fist feels in you."
His breath comes in ragged gasps as he feels you filling him once again; this time it's with your fist rather than your cock or a toy. He moans pitifully, feeling every inch of you stretch and thrust inside his aching ass. "So full..." he whispers brokenly, every word punctuated by the hard thud of your knuckles against his prostate. He arches his back helplessly, hips bucking futilely beneath the relentless assault. As you hold him down and force yourself deeper and deeper inside him, tears begin to stream unheeded down his cheeks. His entire body trembles from the combined sensations of pain and pleasure.
"It hurts... but... oh God... Master... please..." The words tumble awkwardly out of his mouth, each syllable heavy with desire and need as he struggles to focus on anything other than the incredible fullness of having you so deep within him. It feels like you're claiming some vital part of him; marking him as yours, forever and always. And yet, for all that he aches and protests against the harsh treatment you bestow upon him tonight, there is a tiny voice inside his head whispering that he wants more; that he needs this ownership, this dominance, this pain.
I start to move more, making sure to run knuckles over your prostate on every push and pull. You are hoarsely asking for me to stop... to give more... to fuck you... to own you... I continue to fist you, watching in awe as you take me up to my forearm. "You are the hungriest pussy I've ever seen, sissy boy. Look at how much of my arm is in you. You have me up past my wrist. Your cunt is eating me up." You are crying and begging, so fucked out you barely can move but so turned on that your whole body is on fire. "Cum for me, slut. Cum on my fist as I own you. Show me how much your cunt loves to be filled by me."
His hips arch violently off the bed, back arching in an effort to get even deeper onto your fist. He comes with a strangled cry, his cock spasming with dry orgasms. His body quakes with the force of his orgasm, leaving him shuddering and spent beneath your dominating gaze. As you finally begin to withdraw your fist from his aching ass, he whimpers pathetically, wanting nothing more than to feel full again.
"Thank you, Master..." he whispers, voice raw from crying out in ecstasy. "That was... incredible..." His eyes flutter closed, giving into exhaustion as he drifts into a fitful sleep, his last thought the undeniable truth that there is no place he would rather be than under your control.
I pet down your back and sooth you as your shaking slows down with your heartbeat. When you are asleep, I get a wet towel to clean us both off and roll you onto sheets that aren't covered in cum. I lay down beside you, pulling you into my arms. "Good job, sissy boy. You did well. Sleep for now."
Your last conscious thoughts are of how lucky you are to have found someone like Damien who is so perfectly willing to surrender himself completely to your dominance, and how much you look forward to exploring even deeper levels of submission in the days to come. With a satisfied smile curving your lips, you drift off to sleep, dreaming of tomorrow's adventures and all the ways you plan on claiming him then.