Slut Boy Mega Collection Volume 1

Chapter Twelve-4

He just can’t get enough! He keeps taking me deeper and deeper, the constant shutter-click an impossibly perverse aphrodisiac to him. Soon he’s trying to take it all, gagging and weeping as he slams the back of this throat against the head of my c**k.

There’s a trick to this of course. And if he doesn’t learn to deep-throat on his own, eventually I’ll educate him. Believe me, I intend to f**k this slut’s face and gullet just as hard as I do his ass, if not so frequently. But that’s an incredible ecstasy for another day. For now I just let my slut get on with it. Utterly out of his mind, he fellates me feverishly, as I document every incriminating second. Finally, after fifteen minutes and another couple hundred pictures, I’ve at last had enough of having my c**k sucked. It’s time to move on up to serious levels of submission: to endless amounts of bondage and wicked, vicious punishment. Let’s see how Slut-boy copes with this part of his new life! But first of course I have to play my first trump card, and explain about the photography.

“That’s enough, c**k-sucker. Suck and lick all your drool off my prick. Then you kneel up straight and listen to me!”

By now Slut-boy is bobbing on my hard-on like a metronome trying to keep up with a crank-addicted drummer. But he immediately slurps up his expectorations, uses his tongue to polish me gleaming clean and then rears up at eager attention. His prick stands rigidly quivering too of course, and he beams at me as though I hold the answers to the questions of all existence. Which I now do, naturally, at least of those pertaining to him...

“You love and adore your Goddess beyond anything in the entire universe, don’t you, Slut-boy?”

“Yes, my Goddess!” he breathlessly declares. “Say the word and I die for you!”

I giggle again at this, utterly blown away by this slut’s ease of transformation. Then I get a grip and continue his indoctrination.

“Meeting me today was the best thing that ever happened to you, yes?”

“Yes, Goddess, thank you thank you thank you!”

“You want nothing but to remain my Slut-boy forever, don’t you?”

“Oh yes, Goddess, please!”

“Good. And so you shall. However, just in case you someday think of changing your mind, I have at least two ways of ensuring that you never will. The second method we will get to later. Can you guess the first?”

Slut-boy squirms a little, looking uneasy. Then he meekly meets my gaze.

“The... the pictures?”

“That’s right, Slut-boy!” I gleam at his comprehension. “I photograph you in all your incredibly humiliated glory first and foremost for my own entertainment – and as keepsakes of your initiation. But this also gives me an iron-clad hold on you.

“You see, for the time being I’m going to allow you to keep an outside life. You may retain your public persona as a normal young man, just another freshman college student – if you can, that is. But if you ever seriously displease, betray, or Goddess forbid try to leave me, I will post these incriminating photos of you not only on the internet, but also on every lamppost, wall, fence, message-board; absolutely everywhere I can think of in the entire world! And then everyone from your mother, best friend, worst enemy and potential employer down to the lowliest wino on the street will know your dirty secret: that you’re really nothing but a disgusting little c**k-sucking she-male sissy slut!”

“Please Goddess!” Slut-boy simpers immediately. “Don’t worry! I swear I will never let you down! I want only to please you forever – and to keep being f****d by you! I know it’s impertinent, but please won’t you f**k me now?”

“No way, slave,” I answer brusquely, loving the way his face falls.

“First I have to test your loyalty to me. And you still need to be punished for disgustingly humping that bolster! Precede me back to the bedroom, Slut-boy. I want you to lie on your belly in the center of the bed – moving the bolster to horizontal first. You will lie sideways atop it with your erection crushed against it – without daring to hump it of course. Then you will close your eyes and concentrate upon preparing yourself for the next, oh-so necessary stage of your enslavement!”

Slut-boy chokes back a sob and hangs his head. Nevertheless he obeys me impeccably, even to slinking and swaying his sissy way out the door. Walking like the lubricious slut he now is, he follows his puny, terribly throbbing erection to wherever it might now be leading him.

Excellent! What a surpassingly succulent Slut-boy! I take a quick minute to gather up a few things, and follow.

I emerge to find him just how I ordered him to be: lying across the bolster with his face at the level of his feet and his ass jutting invitingly up higher. His eyes are closed tight and they remain obediently that way even when I climb onto the bed and drop my various toys and restraints next to him. Good boy! That bit of obedience becomes moot right away however, as the first thing I do is buckle a big leather blindfold onto him.

Slut-boy shifts and whimpers at this. Yet his breath becomes heavier as well. This means either fear or excitement, or both. I don’t know, or care. Whether he enjoys what’s coming or not, he’d damn well better get used to it. I make this clear to him right away.

“I’m going to put you in bondage now, Slut-boy! Tight, restrictive, whole-body bondage! Of course, it won’t be too onerous yet – I’ll need access to your entire backside tonight. But you can look forward to this becoming an integral part of your life from now on. I just love to see a slut-boy all hogtied up tight, twisted and contorted and struggling fruitlessly for hours. I’m going to tie you up in so many ways, with ropes and chains, manacles and shackles, straitjackets and other restraints... Open your mouth now!”

Slut-boy whimpers with dread, yet immediately he obeys. Right away I force a large ball-gag into his mouth and buckle it tightly in place. Then while he whimpers and stretches and mouths it I set about tying him up for the very first time.

Like I said, it’s nothing too elaborate yet. I merely tie ropes to each of his wrists and ankles. Then I stretch him out tightly spread-eagled and secure each limb to the bed’s four corners. Later, down in the dungeon, I’ll really go to town on him: stocks, the rack, inversion, suspension, you name it. But for now it’s finally punishment time.

“Okay, Slut-boy,” I breathlessly declare, “It’s time for your very first beating.

“As you will soon come to know, discipline is an extremely important part of our eternal relationship. You must prove that you’re willing to endure absolutely anything at all for your owner and Goddess. After all, did you not just promise your very life to me? And haven’t you already earned a very serious punishment by your earlier misbehavior? I could whip you for hours on just that justification. Not to mention the fact that I love to beat and torture a slut almost as much as I love to f**k one! So get ready, you disobedient, disgusting little s**t! Here it comes!”

The fun of the blindfold is that Slut-boy has no idea what implement I’m going to use or where it’s going to strike until it does. I start him off with a simple belt, one I’ve modified with a loop at one end. Wrapping this tightly in my fist, I suddenly swing with all my might, cracking that strap across his upthrust ass with a sound like a gunshot.

Slut-boy’s sudden scream is only barely choked off by the gag, and he lurches uncontrollably against his bonds. Laughing with a wicked relish I draw back and whip him again, and again, and again. By the time I reach five he’s crying uncontrollably. After ten his ass is a bright cherry red, and by the time I’ve delivered the twentieth stroke it’s a beautiful black and blue. Then it’s time to switch both implements and area.

Next I use the cane.

One at time I give him ten strokes on the back of each thigh and the sole of each foot. By then my Slut-boy is blubbering with agony, sobbing nonstop and gasping for breath. By no means am I done punishing him for the night. But his delicious distress has suddenly made me so horny that I can’t help myself. I simply have to f**k that tight, tender little ass again! Too excited to even console my poor, slobbering little slut I toss the cane aside, lube up and move into place. Feverishly I grip his delightfully firm, delightfully bruised and welted buttocks. Then I take a deep breath, pry them apart, and viciously stab all the way into him, right up to the hilt. Slut-boy gasps, and cries out in pain. Yet immediately he raises his ass to me. In seconds I’m f*****g him with all my might, pounding my hard c**k in and out of his slutty little sissy-p***y at a breakneck pace, my plastic-covered crotch brutally spanking his already extensively wounded butt.

Ah God, this so great! Weeping and wailing, biting down hard on the ball in his mouth, Slut-boy strains at the ropes and yet lifts himself up to me, mindlessly wallowing in his reward for enduring his first ever beating. Exalted, exultant, excited beyond belief, I rise to the occasion, f*****g him like a madwoman, utterly unable to restrain myself. For at least forty minutes and through three more glorious orgasms I hammer wildly away, before finally pulling out and leaving him miserably unfulfilled once again.

Okay, it’s time to resume his punishment.

After a bit of panting recovery, I take a minute to re-tie my Slut-boy a bit. I release his feet, only to bend each one back until it meets his ass. Then I use the ropes still doubled around his ankles to lash him calf to thigh, so that he can’t extend either leg at all no matter how cramped or uncomfortable he gets. Then I pick up my flogger.

Of course, I’m usually a single-tail gal. I like to whip my slut-boys with one exceedingly thin, exquisitely painful lash. But I can no more do that to this pathetic initiate than I can rend his inexperienced rectum with my three inch-thick, twelve inch-long p***s pants d**k. We have years, maybe even decades to enjoy all of that. And so I go to work on him with my flogger: a dozen half inch-wide strips of supple black leather barely three feet long gathered at the base into a big old rubber dildo-handle.

After I whip his back raw I use that two inch-wide dildo-handle to gouge Slut-boy brutally out, loving the way he groans and sobs as he’s dug deep and rotated roughly all around. But of course this only gets me horny as hell again, and the next thing I know I’m propped up above him, driving my erection as relentlessly down into his eagerly accepting center as ever. And so goes the rest of our perfect first night together: with me alternately punishing Slut-boy with various implements and f*****g him to oblivion with my giant black c**k. Meanwhile he screams and sobs non-stop, and either cringes away from my strokes or pushes himself back greedily into them.

Just as I’ve planned, expected, and decreed of course. And finally, only an hour before dawn, the moment I’ve really been waiting for arrives. As I’m slamming my entire huge body back and forth, brutally f*****g him facedown as violently as ever, Slut-boy at last commits the felony I’ve been both forbidding him and counting upon.

His bound body suddenly shudders, and his ass clamps uptight about my deeply imbedded p***s. The cry that escapes around the ball in his mouth is incredibly complex and instantly recognizable. I can hear pain, despair, dread, and yet overlaying it all is the ecstasy of orgasmic release. Without my permission he’s committed the ultimate sin. Well, he’ll never do that again!

At last his ass relaxes. His body slumps all flaccid, and he weeps in quiet shame as I pull my c**k from him and free his wrists. Next I remove the blindfold and ball-gag and roll him off the bolster. Sure enough, his pathetic little p***s has gone limp and there’s a surprisingly large load of semen glistening on the pillow. Slut-boy can’t even look at me, averting his gaze until I smack him hard across the face.

“Look at me, slut!”

Slowly he raises his teary gaze to my face.

“What did you just do?”

“I...I ejaculated, Goddess. I had an orgasm without your permission. I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself! You’re just so wonderful...being f****d by you turns me on more than I ever dreamed possible. Are...are you going to beat me again Goddess?”

His lips are quivering, and tears continue to spill from his eyes, making a delicious mess of his makeup. Still he almost seems to be requesting that I punish him. And so I glare angrily down, completely hiding my delight at the opportunity he’s so foolishly given me.

“Later on I most surely shall beat you. The next time you visit I will take you downstairs to my dungeon, and punish you most severely for this transgression. In the meantime though, I shall punish you even worse by banishing you from my divine presence for a while. But first I must ensure that you never fail me again.”

I pick up the bolster, and push it into his face. “Lick up your dirty come,” I order. “Suck up and swallow every bit of it!”

Slut-boy obeys, gagging a bit on the novel taste of his spunk. When at last he’s finished I toss the bolster aside. Then I produce one of my specially designed c**k cages.

Not only is this made of high-tensile steel and so confining that any erection is impossible while wearing it, but the inside is lined with sharp little spikes. These will not only painfully impale any attempted erection. They can also deliver agonizing electric shocks at the touch of a button. Reveling in Slut-boy’s whimper of dread I lock this tightly upon him, claiming his manhood forever.

“There!” I declare. “This is my second eternal hold upon you. If you ever expect to experience an erection again, you will have to return at my every summons. Observe what happens when I dial a certain number on my cell phone...”

I flip the phone open and punch in his number. Instantly a ten-second long shock sizzles into his imprisoned p***s, bringing a shriek of pain from my now permanently enslaved Slut-boy.

“Whenever you feel that, no matter where you are, you will drop everything and hurry over here, where you will submit yourself whole-heartedly to me. Understood?”

“Yes, Goddess,” snivels Slut-boy contritely.

“If you’re not here in ten minutes you’ll get another shock, this time twice as long. And for every additional ten minutes that goes by without you kneeling humbly at my feet the duration of the shock you experience will double. And believe me: if you ever, ever want to be unlocked for even a second, you will serve me faithfully, slavishly, desperately, and with the mindless, unthinking obedience of a machine!”

Of course, I never intend to unlock him again – he’s just had the last orgasm and erection of his life. But he doesn’t know that. That’s the fun part – keeping him ignorant, madly horny and hoping against hope forever. Finally I untie his legs then, and order him to get dressed and get out. After he does so I give an extremely satisfied sigh and head for the bathtub.

When I got up this morning I had an even dozen diminutive, sissified slut-boys in my stable, all turning up on a dime whenever I call them, desperately eager to please me, willingly submitting to whatever cruel perversities I might have in store in the foolish hopes of eventually regaining their manhood. And now Slut-boy Steve has become lucky thirteen!