Slut Boy Mega Collection Volume 1

Chapter Sixteen-8

She kisses me, and gives me a playful push that sends me swinging helplessly back and forth and jingling more jollily than ever. Then she giggles again and climbs off the bed. Quietly she pads barefoot and nearly naked out of the room.

Moments later she returns, her big c**k preceding her.

Bobbing up and down and waggling prettily in front of her as she moves, the sight of this turns me like crazy despite all the agony it so recently caused me. For a minute I can almost forget about my amazingly painful and ridiculously humiliating predicament. Carrying a large bottle of water under her arm, my gorgeous Mistress is carefully peeling a banana.

Back on the bed with me, she slowly feeds this to me, giggling at my difficulty swallowing and sliding it suggestively in and out of my lips as she does so. The implications of this are unmistakable. But then she says something that wipes all other thought from my mind.

“Eat up now, Slut-boy. This is your one and only meal today. As of right now, I’m putting you on a very strict diet until you lose that ridiculous pot belly.”

The banana is only teasing my appetite, bringing my earlier hunger raging back awake. Yet Goddess is implacable.

“That kind of ugly deformity is definitely not worthy of the lowly eunuch slave of an incomparably wondrous Goddess like me! Until it’s gone, you’ll get only one big vegetable or piece of fruit a day.

“Also I want your heart good and healthy, so that you can keep up with me, and so that you can live long enough to keep on satisfying me into my very old age. You’ve already got more than ten years on me. So from now on you’ll get no more beer, no more liquor, no more tobacco or m*******a, and definitely no more of those fatty fried foods you’re so addicted to!”

After laying down that dismaying law, Mistress Melissa tips up that big plastic bottle and encourages me to drink as much of that deliciously cold water as I can in my inverted and suspended state. Then, my meager meal finished, she kneels before my forcibly up-tilted face.

“I saw you looking at my c**k as I came back in, Slut-boy. It looks good on me, doesn’t it?”

“It looks absolutely fabulous on you, Mistress Melissa,” I honestly reply.

“I bet it tastes fabulous too. Would you like to taste it, Slut-boy? And don’t you dare lie to me, or you know will happen!”

She shakes a fist at me, and again her big p***s bobs prettily up and down. Confronted by this darkly compelling dream, this ultimate in humiliation, I swallow, and speak from a suddenly dry mouth.

“Yes, Mistress Melissa. I would love to taste it. In fact, I would love to give you a first-class blow job. May I please suck on your big hard prick?”

“Of course you may, my slave. In fact, I’m going to let you suck on it all afternoon and evening. That’s how much I love you. Now open up you disgusting sissy-slut, you shameless little cocksucker you!”

Breathlessly I comply. And without hesitation Mistress grips my pigtails in her fists and shoves her big hard c**k right into my mouth.

My face burning with that somehow helplessly compelling humiliation, I suck and suck and suck on her (smallest!) p***s, absolutely loving the shame and disgrace of it all – not to mention the distraction from all of my rapidly accumulating miseries. Mistress lets me get the hang of this for several long minutes, and then finally she loses patience, and starts pumping her slender but oh-so powerful hips. Still holding my tied back head by the hair she slowly and gently slips her big erect d**k in and out of my thickly pursing lips. Again she giggles with glee at me.

“What a good little Slut-boy you are! What a sweetly and completely cute and compliant little cocksucker! Oh my slave, you look so absolutely ravishing with my d**k sliding in and out of your lipsticked mouth that I could just come my f*****g brains out. And oh, what I’d give to be able to do so, and ejaculate all over your slutty little face! You’d like that too, wouldn’t you, sissy-boy?”

Unable to nod, I flutter my mascara-ed eyelashes flirtatiously. Mistress immediately snickers with scorn. “I knew you would! Oh, if only my erection was a real one, long and hot and throbbing in your mouth, pumping rapidly in and out of your pink-painted lips, and then finally shaking and shuddering and spurting out thick, sticky streamers of semen all over your tongue and lips and cheeks and chin...”

Clearly this thought excites my Goddess immensely, and she picks up the pace accordingly. Soon she’s brutally f*****g my helpless face, pounding her prick down my throat and gagging me mercilessly. Then at last the method to her madness becomes apparent: hung at an angle the way I am, with my head bound all the way back, my mouth and open throat are perfectly aligned at just the right height and inclination for her to slam her entire big c**k up my gullet without the least resistance. And suspended by the ropes I swing easily back and forth, allowing her to pull me forward by the hair to meet every pounding inward thrust. And so she does, face f*****g me just as vigorously as she earlier attacked my ass, verbally degrading me all the while: calling me come-funnel and d**k slave and sissy-fag and all manner of other dirty endearments. This goes on for at least ten minutes, a newfound delight for Mistress and yet another terrible torture for me. But then at last the pressure of that d**k on her c**t brings on yet another orgasm, and at last Mistress Melissa pulls her c**k out of my mouth – if only momentarily.

Once again she goes to her trunk. “Let’s see...ball gag, ball gag, ball gag – I must have bought a dozen of these as well, some the size of billiard balls – head harness, leather isolation hood, rubber isolation hood, pony-boy bit, blindfold, adjustable length p***s gag, ten-inch dildo mask – that’s so I can really ride your face – ah, here it is!”

She returns carrying a shiny steel two inch-wide ring gag.

“Open your mouth, Slut-boy! As widely as you can!” I comply, and this cruel device is promptly wedged between my teeth and buckled behind my head, holding my mouth gaping hopelessly open.

Immediately I begin to drool around it, but Goddess is prepared for this, and she spreads a large towel folded up thick under my face, to catch the afternoon and evening’s expectorations. Then at last she removes that big hard c**k from her crotch. Grinning evilly at me, she inserts it through the ring and slides it all the way down into my just barely upturned mouth. Soon the balls rest against my chin and the shaft and head fill my formerly open, already partly constricted throat.

“There you go cocksucker,” breathes beautiful Mistress Melissa.

“Now you can suck my delicious prick all you want. You slutty little d**k-loving c**k-slave! You bottomless come-bucket, you! You face-painted, cross-dressed fag-boy sissy! And don’t you dare try to spit that out!” she sharply warns me, as I immediately begin to choke and gag on her huge erect p***s. “In fact, let’s make sure you can’t...”

Quickly she slaps two strips of thin white tape in an X across the butt of that dildo and onto either of my cheeks, firmly securing it while leaving my makeup job clearly visible. Pitilessly she giggles at my gagging and gasping, titillated tremendously by my desperate struggle for breath. For a moment I fear I’m going to suffocate, but Mistress has calculated correctly. Though the effort to get it is a terrible torture, my various constrictions and obstructions allow me just enough oxygen to live. When she sees that this is so, my Goddess gives me another playful little push, setting my bells to jingling more loudly than they already are.

“I’ll be back to use that on you again later this evening, after I have myself a delicious dinner and before I smoke a nice relaxing pipe or two and lie out on the beach to watch all the stars come out, and hopefully the northern lights too.

“God, I just love to f**k your face and ass so much! Hearing you gagging and retching or squealing and sobbing as I hammer my big hard c**k down your throat or up your black and blue butt turns me on more than anything else ever has. Thank heavens you wrote all those stories, and awakened me to the possibilities! I never would have conceived of it otherwise. I wish I could do them both to you at the same time. Don’t you too, Slut-boy? Wouldn’t that be oh so wonderfully painful and humiliating for you, to have a rock hard p***s slamming into both of your slutty little helplessly open f**k-holes at once?

“Maybe I’ll invite my girlfriend Bianca to come up here, and spend a month or even two or three with us sometime. Maybe after a while, if it works out, she’ll just move right in with us. Then you can have two beautiful young women ruthlessly beating you, constantly using and abusing you, turning you into a humiliating little sissy and all day every day you’ll get brutally buggered from both ends simultaneously. That would just be so incredibly awesome! And that would be just the beginning, of course. We could have all kinds of crazy, kinky, three-way s*x up here forever...” Mistress trails off, distracted by this delightful digression. But then she gets back to the matter at hand.

“Anyways, after my wonderful after-dinner face f**k, that c**k is going to go right back into your throat, until I’m finally ready to use you again, probably around eleven or twelve o’clock. Once it starts to get chilly out I’ll come back inside, lower you to the bed, untie you, pull my big prick back out of your slutty, slavering little sissy-boy face, remove all those clothespins and stretcher clamps, roll you over, remove your condom catheter, shave your armpits, legs, and scarily hairy crotch all baby-smooth bare, tie you up again in some delightfully devilish new way, and then use you extensively for that kind of hip-bucking, body-spasming, female superior s*x you’re so good for.

“That’s basically going to be the pattern of our life together, Slut-boy: constant bondage, buggery, endless humiliation and non-stop suffering for you, unlimited s****l excess and dozens of daily orgasms for me. So I want you to get used to this new routine immediately.

“Eventually I’m going to lock a big wide silver-studded dog collar onto you, complete with name tag and owner identification information. I’m going to brand your behind and tattoo your face with my initials, pierce your ears and n*****s, maybe put a ring through your septum and one in your scrotum; basically mark you as my own personal property in as many different ways as I can. That way even if you live to be a hundred it will be impossible for you to ever ignore or forget the exact nature of our Mistress-slave relationship. In the interim though, I want you to remember: from now on your every waking thought and deepest sleeping dream must always be exclusively about pleasing me! That’s the only thing that matters to you now, Slut-boy, the only thing you care about in the slightest. I am your entire world, your universe, your heaven and hell combined, and the sooner you accept that fact, the more fulfilling your eternity of endlessly suffering slavery will be!” Mistress Melissa stares soberly down at me, impressing upon me the gravity of this demand. Then she tosses that amazingly long braid off her shoulder and continues my indoctrination.