Slut Boy Mega Collection Volume 1

Chapter Fourteen-4

This time no foreplay is necessary. Right away they all fall upon each other and start sucking and f*****g lips and nips and clits, hungry cunts and gullets and butts with otherworldly energy. Oh, my Goddesses! The doubly-renewed spectacle of their tremendously tremulous breasts, inexhaustibly thrusting hips and constant ecstatic climaxes is indescribably arousing.

Here I am again, this time times ten thousand: pained beyond belief, tortured by the strange, inexcusable pleasure in my rectum and hanging in impotent observation above an orgy of a divine origin.

Despite all the agony it’s lately endured, and the heavy weights now dragging it down, my prick quickly gets so hard it constantly twitches upward, clanking those weights together. My burning ass even seems to inexplicably intensify this reaction. Or maybe it’s the sight of my beloved Goddess bending her face to the bed and eagerly raising up her butt so that Goddess Belinda can hammer her hard c**k wildly into her wonderfully accepting anus that has me slavering uncontrollably around the plastic p***s still gagging me. In any case, this insanity persists and constantly accrues over the next six hours or so as I’m allowed another thousand or more equally astoundingly sights. So maddened am I by the non-stop erotic show below that it’s actually a relief when all four Goddesses at last all cuddle up together and fall into an exhausted sleep.

Did I say relief?

What an i***t! Soon begins the most insidious torment of all: anticipation.

How much longer until that incredible payoff? I know I said before that I was ready to forgo it in lieu of escape. But now I’m suddenly desperate to enjoy it.

Psychologists say that the more you pay for something, the more emotional investment you have in loving it – even to the point of deluding yourself about its belatedly discovered drawbacks. So it is now with me.

This could be the lamest lay of my life. But I am utterly convinced I will wallow in it ecstatically regardless, and count myself blessed the entire time and forever after. Yet why am I even considering this psycho-s**t? Being f****d by the four most gorgeous Goddesses I have ever seen can’t be anything but incomparably sublime. Without question this will be the unchallenged highlight of my entire life.

So the minutes stretch into hours, and the seconds into eons. Afterlife aside, I finally experience on Saturday night a true eternity. And even when my outrageously traumatized body finally fails my fevered mind, I find myself still dreaming about the apocalyptic consummation upcoming.

Goddess is riding my c**k, while two other deities rub their breasts against me, the last French-kissing me passionately. They sprawl and slither atop me, kissing and caressing, sucking and f*****g, and using their magical tongues to lick away every inch of the wounds they so lovingly inflicted upon me. Oh, they each mount my erection and f**k me female-superior for so long that it’s a wonder I don’t have a teenage wet dream. Yet somehow I manage to wander ever more desperate and unfulfilled through an endless madhouse of erotic imagery, using this fervent fantasy perhaps to combat (or incorporate) the physical excruciation my unconscious body must nevertheless deal with.

In the end I’m so enthralled by these visions, and so debilitated by this torturous weekend, that I don’t wake and forsake them until after my Goddesses have all risen, showered, eaten, costumed up and returned to the bed below me. Then I’m jerked rudely back to awareness by the sound of the winch and Goddess’ excited salutation.

“Rise and shine you disgusting, Slut-boy! The most momentous f*****g of your pathetic existence is upon you!”

Holy Goddess, from fantasy to reality in under a second! I wake from a dream of being f****d to its immediate imminence, and I couldn’t be more excited as I’m slowly lowered from the ceiling to down between them.

Once I’m closely surrounded Goddess stops the motor, leaving me dangling and swaying maybe twenty inches above the bed. I notice then that all four Goddesses still wear their faux erections. This doesn’t really register though. After all, I’ve never seen any of them but my primary Goddess without one. But then they finally pull the formerly (reasonably) static phalluses from my mouth and ass and spring upon me the horrifying surprise they’ve surely been inflicting upon all other mankind stupid enough to fall into their clutches since the dawn of time.

Instead of releasing those clamps and weights from my tenderest points, lowering me the rest of the way and freeing my body to perform, the four Goddesses leave me hanging there hogtied amidst them. Looking suddenly uneasily about, find I’m bracketed from every direction by divine beauty, incredible breasts and four hard c***s pointing straight out at me. Relishing my dawning horror, Goddess then announces their intentions and truly plunges me into the deepest hell there can possibly be.

“Okay, Slut-boy. It’s finally time for us to f**k you. And as I promised you, we are going to f**k your pathetic male brains out! But as you surely must have guessed, we lesbians always use our c***s when it comes to f*****g men. They are so unworthy of anything else! Face it: disgusting sluts like you are fit only for service. So prepare yourself to be f****d by me, Slut-boy! This is what you have been suffering for! As your Goddess I demand that you accept and enjoy it!”

To say that I’m shocked and dismayed, stupefied, horrified, and flabbergasted is an appalling understatement. For a moment I can only goggle at Goddess in disbelief. But at last I manage a weak protest.

“But...but...you said no homosexuality!”

“How dare you!” Goddess cries.

She swings a full backhand, rocking my head and savagely smacking my face. Using all her strength, she finally brutally bruises practically the only part of my body still unmarked, and that which I can’t hide with clothes.

“This is not homosexuality, Slut-boy!” she shrieks. “We are holy feminine Goddesses! You, on the other hand, are a lowly disgusting simpering male peon. We are not the same s*x or even the same species! And since you know damn well that speaking out of turn is against scripture, it’s finally time to shut you up proper! Let’s see you whine and pule and protest with a big hard Goddess c**k cramming your mouth!”

She grabs my head between fistfuls of hair and rams her strap-on roughly between my teeth. Before I can even credit this monstrous indignity she’s plunging it deep into my throat, gagging me pitilessly. Then she pulls back a bit only to start up a maniacal rhythm, rabidly f*****g my face. Not to be outdone, Goddess Belinda moves up close behind me, between my locked wide legs, and pushes her own big p***s into my already stretched and sore asshole. She too begins f*****g me with a maddened frenzy. Viciously raped in the ass and face, helpless to even believe this monstrous turn of events, I can only hang in my bonds among my tormentors and burn with humiliation as all four Goddesses laugh and ridicule my unthinkable predicament.

So begins the ultimate, surpassing eternity of torture, the absolute worst stretch of my seemingly endless ordeal. Together the Goddesses Jill and Belinda hammer into me, the tempo of their syncopated thrusts surpassing even last night’s most wild excesses. The power of that incredible dual pounding quickly compacts me between them, stressing my already screaming back even more. The weights hanging from me swing wildly, yanking continuously on my poor pinched n*****s and p***s head, exquisitely amplifying the agony I’m already enduring there. But as bad as all this is, the emotional torment is of course the worst. Absolutely nothing could be more degrading to a man than to be viciously f****d in the ass – except possibly being constantly reviled as a cocksucker while a big hard p***s is being plunged pitilessly through one’s lips and deep into the revolted throat. How will I ever live with myself after this experience? After all I’ve endured this weekend in pursuit of s*x with this gorgeous Goddess, my reward is instead the loss of all self-respect forever. And yet, s**t, yes, this worst ever endless day is barely underway.

My Goddesses take me like maniacs for over half an hour, until they suddenly scream out ecstatic simultaneous climaxes. Then at last they pull out of my ravaged throat and ass, only to make way for the Goddesses Natasha and Nina.

Now it’s a huge, gleaming, jet-black p***s I’m hopelessly choking upon, while Goddess Natasha ridicules me as a lily-little white boy slut-slave. She makes me lick and suck her ‘come-bloated, stuffed-full, big black n****r balls’ forever before once again plunging deep and f*****g my face so violently that her latex-clad crotch bashes my nose so hard and fast that I see constant constellations of stars. And of course, not to be overlooked is my lovely Latina Goddess Nina, eagerly continuing the unrelenting assault on my ass.

Panting and yelping gleefully, she slaps my bruised and welted buttocks with her own pneumatically pumping crotch until the pain on the outside of my heavily welted ass begins to approach the devastatingly intimate agony her deeply goring c**k is inflicting upon the inside. And all these multiple assaults just continue to escalate...

Next Goddess Belinda f***s my face, while Goddess Jill finally takes her turn brutally buggering me. Turn and about, one after another, they cycle around all day, keeping up a non-stop rhythm of two big c***s simultaneously plunging deeply into me. While two of them are madly verbally and physically degrading me, the other two take the time to rest and recover, to drink and smoke and smooch before sniffing up enough coke to once again wield their c***s with all the energy of lunatic gods.

Laughing and mocking me, asking again and again whether s*x with lesbians is all I ever dreamed it could be, these four deities eventually reduce me to such a state of sobbing self-revulsion and unlimited agony that all I want to do is die and get it all over with. Yet even this ultimate release is denied me. When at last my Goddesses have exhausted themselves they lower me still barely alive to the bed and at last unlock my various restraints.

Once again they’re forced to carry me. Only this time they haul my naked, brutalized body outside and toss it ten feet onto the hard concrete walk. Goddess Jill tosses my clothes down atop me, and without further word or acknowledgement they return inside, locking the door behind them.

Abandoned and broken in more ways than I can conceive, I lay there gasping and sobbing in the growing dark. Finally I gather up my clothes and start crawling toward my car, and whatever remaining meager existence I can contrive.