Slut Boy Mega Collection Volume 1

Chapter Sixteen-1

Chapter Sixteen

Melissa’s Alaska

Melissa’s been my best friend for over a decade, despite the fact that she’s considerably younger than I am.

We were roommates for a few years before she got married, and have remained extraordinarily close ever since – despite the disapproval of her asshole husband. The truth is she almost certainly would have married me instead of him, were it not for the unfortunate fact of my quadriplegia.

A spinal cord injury in my early twenties has left me only able to move my head, neck, shoulders and arms.

I have good sensation throughout my body, can even feel a fly land on my toe. Muscle spasms aside, I just can’t move below mid-chest or so. Most unfortunately, I’m also impotent.

Oh, I can still sprout an erection of amazing duration. I just can’t achieve ejaculation or orgasm with it. Believe me: I’ve tried, pulling my pud for hours at a time, with only maddening frustration as a result. For the past five years I’ve even stopped trying. So much sensation without consummation has predictably transmogrified into a torment in itself.

Really, how much pointless stimulation can anyone take? I’m better off trying to forget such things, just as I’ve put walking, running, and playing football, hockey, and soccer, going fishing, camping, and all the other things I used to love so much out of mind. Instead I now get my s*x vicariously, writing out my increasingly kinky fantasies in an endless series of dirty stories and collecting vast amounts of pictures and videos, some of Playboy models, but mostly featuring all kinds of bondage, discipline, anal play, torment and humiliation – all things I can really relate to in my severely proscribed existence.

Anyhow, back to the lovely Melissa.

She knows full well that I am both deeply devoted to and madly in love with her, just as I know full well that I am wholly unworthy of her. In addition to being crippled, I have a bit of a pot belly, which is accentuated by a shamefully shallow chest. Meanwhile she is of course absolutely gorgeous.

Five foot-eleven, she is tall and slender and yet everywhere perfectly curved, with high, firm, delectably symmetrical little breasts. Her clear white skin is utterly flawless, with large brown eyes in an honest, open, beautiful face. Best of all, in my opinion, her gleaming brown hair parts right down the middle and falls perfectly straight all the way down her back to well past her shapely waist.

It’s no wonder she was able to land such a ridiculously rich husband at the tender age of eighteen. And it’s a credit to her personality and integrity that she and I have remained confidantes and secret soul mates all these years since, despite Rupert’s endless attempts to isolate her. Then again, with no close family, to whom else could she go to b***h about him all the time?

He’s a classic control freak, a pathologically domineering tyrant, and apparently a big disappointment in bed as well. For over eight years I’ve listened to Melissa’s endless frustrations and complaints, and grieved inside that my crippled condition has rendered me unworthy of her myself. Or so I’d always believed, until the astounding phone call I just received.

“Hello?”

“Jon?”

“Hi punkin pie!”

“Hi yourself, cutie-poo. Guess what? I’ve got some amazing news for you. Are you sitting down?”

“Ha ha.”

“Oh, darling, you know I’m only teasing!”

“Of course!”

“Well listen to this then: I am getting divorced!”

My gasp must have been audible. But tactfully she ignored it.

“I have had enough of that asshole’s attempts to imprison me, and he’s had enough of my intransigent independence. I told him, ‘This is America, Jack! If you want a slave for a wife, move to Pakistan!’ Anyway, as part of the settlement I’m getting Whispering Winds. That’s our beach house on the south coast of Alaska, remember? It’s really beautiful up there, totally secluded, and remarkably temperate all year ‘round. I tell you, I’ve had enough of global warming and these hundred-degree summers. I’m moving up there for good as soon as the papers go final!”

Naturally, I was stunned: elated for her but crushingly disappointed as well. Still I responded as a good friend should. “Oh, Melissa, that’s wonderful! Congratulations! But you know: I’m really, really, really going to miss you.”

“The hell you are! You’re coming with me!”

Now I was really stunned! Into my aghast silence, Melissa’s soft contralto voice purred into my ear.

“Jonny, I know how much you love me. It’s never been a secret between us. And I love you a ton in return. I don’t care a fig that you’re crippled for life. You have always been there for me, through thick and thin, and with never a demurring word despite the emotional torment you must have endured all these years hearing me pour out my endless marital problems.

“Well, I’ve decided that all of your patience and devotion deserves a reward, and that the only possibly appropriate one is me. So I want you to move to Alaska with me. And once there, in that beautiful little house on the coast, you will have me. You will become my man and I will be your caregiver. No more Medicaid nurses, no more thieving home health aides, none of that s**t. Just you and me: alone together forever on a beautifully secluded beach. Would you like that, my love?”

“Is...is the sky f*****g blue?” I stuttered out. “That would be beyond my wildest dreams!”

“Oh, I don’t know about that!” Melissa teased me lasciviously.

“I’ve read some of those dirty porno stories you’ve written. You’ve got some outrageously wild dreams! Well, I promise you’ll get to live out every one of those as well. So, are you coming with me willingly, or do I have to tie you up, kidnap you, and spirit you away?”

“Either one sounds great to me!” I managed.

“Wonderful!” she cried. “Well, start wrapping up your affairs.”

Still I could barely speak. “Melissa, I...I just want to thank you so much!”

“No, thank you,” she warmly returned. “You’ve been the best friend ever. And we’re going to have an entire lifetime of mutual love and kinky fun in whatever years we have left. I’m just sorry I made you wait so long for this! Goodbye, my beloved. I’ll see you again very soon.”

The empty line left me agog.

***

So now we’ve finally arrived.

After months of preparation and almost unbearable anticipation, we’re here at Whispering Winds at last. And the place is just as beautiful, and secluded, as promised. Our little cottage is the only one on this stretch of pristine coastline for over a mile in either direction.

The Pacific is a blue-green dream stretching off into infinity, spotted here and there with uninhabited islands and only the occasional distant passing ship. Our little bit of man-made beach, perhaps fifty yards of virgin sand, is about the only exception to the towering old growth confer forest sheltering us from the weather all around, and shielding us as well from unwanted eyes. Majestic bald eagles wheel constantly overhead, and pods of orcas cavort just offshore. I’m told the salmon fishing is absolutely fantastic. The house itself meanwhile is quite more than just a typical cottage.

It’s small, true, but extremely cozy and far more than just comfortable. Rupert is an asshole, as I’ve said, but he’s never lacked for wealth or taste. The place is furnished in elaborately sumptuous fashion: extensive wine cellar, Jacuzzi in the bathroom, state of the art computerized electronics, etc. The custom-built waterbed in the bedroom is enormous, twelve feet square Melissa grinningly informs me.

Teasingly, she has still withheld all intimacy from me, wanting us to treat this first of so many nights together as a kind of honeymoon. And now, at long last, the movers are gone, and we’ve settled in and put most of our stuff away – all except for my clothes, which haven’t arrived yet, and an enormous oaken trunk.

Melissa has placed this just next to the bed, where she can always easily reach it. And who can guess what’s stored in there? Anyway, we’ve just shared an exquisite dinner, a bottle of excellent wine, and now at last it’s time.

“Well my splendid new common-law husband, shall we make our way to the bedroom?”

“Your least wish is my most compulsory command, my lovely Mistress Melissa.”

Her beautiful brown eyes alight at this oh-so significant endearment.

“How nice! How wonderfully kind, sweet, and submissive of you! Shall I be Mistress Melissa to you from now on then? And shall you be slave to me?”

I swallow hard at this, my trip-hammering heart going crazy. “Yes, Mistress Melissa. From this moment on I am all yours. Please take me to your bed now, and do whatever in the world you want with me.”

“That I most certainly shall! Let’s go then, my sexy new slave!”

Finding it hard to believe this is actually happening to me, I follow my first ever Mistress into our new bedroom, where she uses the mechanical lift to transfer me from my wheelchair to the sumptuous center of that enormous waterbed. Feather pillows, down comforters and quilts make that heated, baffled mattress as comfy as a cloud, and I sigh with bliss as I sink down into it. Then straightaway Mistress Melissa begins undressing me, dropping revelations along with my clothes.

“You know Jonny, I’ve always known you were a bit of a pervert – in a sweet, submissive way of course – but I never knew how twisted you really were until this afternoon. After I set up your computer I spent some time browsing through it. And what on earth did I find, but over a hundred gigabytes of b**m pornography: photos, videos, novels, stories, and of course your own extensive writings on the subject.

“Now some of these stories you’d already shared with me. But I found over a dozen super-secret, absolutely filthy fantasies you’d written all about me! Well, rest assured, slave, that I’m going to spend the rest of our lives up here making all those wildly dirty dreams an enduring reality!”

With that she tosses my pants onto the floor, leaving me completely naked except for the condom catheter taped to my d**k (and cruelly crimping off my attempted erection) and the urine collection bag attached to this. Then as I lie there, face flushing and head spinning, she opens that trunk by the bed and withdraws several coils of tough cotton cord. Waggling these at me, she grins most devilishly.

“I know you’re already paralyzed, Jonny, and completely helpless. But I’m going to tie you up anyway, just for the fun of it.

“Frankly, your bondage and submission stories, even the ones you willingly showed me, turned me on like nothing ever has before. My p***y got wet only a paragraph or two in, and I actually had to masturbate long before the end of each one. They’re really the main reason I got divorced, and demanded this house in addition to my ridiculously excessive alimony: just so I could be independently wealthy, and then have the rest of my life to live them all out with you. So now that I’ve finally got you, all alone up here, utterly dependent upon me, just a love-struck little s*x slave, I’m going to keep you in fiendishly tight bondage almost constantly!”

Leaving me no time to process this madness, Melissa grips my right wrist and loops a rope snugly about it, winding it around and around before tying it tightly off. Then she stretches the rest of it off to the side, drawing my arm out perpendicular from my body before tying it to one of many clearly recently installed cleats.

The other arm gets the same treatment then, until I’m stretched tightly out in cruciform fashion. Then Mistress takes this situation to its logical conclusion by redundantly binding my legs together at the ankles and knees. After that I look on, surely more powerless than ever before, as my new Mistress Melissa begins to slowly, sensuously strip off her clothes.

Bit by bit, a sight I’d never dared dream of seeing is revealed to me. Long, finely formed arms, a soft but perfectly flat belly, then an exquisite rib cage, and then, oh then, oh yes, oh my most heavenly Goddess, then at last I see those beautiful breasts: so rounded, so upswept, so firm and high they should blind the unworthy eye. Yet mine must be worthy at last. Smiling possessively at my goggling awe, Goddess Melissa grinds her hips and finally lets slip her tight-tight jeans from around her shapely waist.