Slut Boy Mega Collection Volume 1

Chapter Sixteen-6

Oh, Goddess, how painfully hard my c**k is, and how quick and shallow comes my breath! My quaking heart hammers in my chest, as well as in my prick, my fingertips, and especially my hotly flushed face. Finally, after secretly dreaming of this possibility for over a decade, an outrageous debasement I’d never dared hope would be realized is finally upon me.

Mistress Melissa spreads my legs out as wide as she can. Then she moves in between them.

Something enters my up-thrust anus, and I gasp with uncontainable excitement. Then I realize that it’s only the harmless nozzle of a tube of lubricant. Warm jelly fills me then, and my Goddess’ slim finger pokes deliciously in and spreads it all around. Then the tube is dropped to the bed, strong hands spread my butt-cheeks out wide and something big and blunt presses against my hungry nether hole.

“What is it you call yourself in all your sick little stories? Slut-boy, isn’t it? Well now you’re truly about to be a slut, boy. You’re going to be my helpless little Slut-boy, from now until the day you finally die. So from now on, that’s your new name, your own and only name. I’m never going to call you anything else. Now take my big hard c**k up your tight little ass, Slut-boy!”

Goddess thrusts forward then, excruciatingly penetrating me.

The agony is intense, immense, much worse than I’d ever imagined it could be. Still Mistress shows me no mercy, ignoring my sudden squeal and pulling back on my hips as she thrusts strongly forward with her own. All eight inches of her amazingly thick d**k are driven into me then: splitting me apart, filling me up, and making me bite the coverlet in my unprecedentedly extreme agony.

“Ah, yeah!” Mistress Melissa exults, as she sinks that big hard prick into me up to the hilt. “That is one stuck f*****g pig! Oink for me, Slut-boy! Don’t just squeal, you perverted little piglet. Oink for your Mistress! Oink out as loud as possibly can for me you sleazy little piggy!”

“Oink! Oink! Oink!” I cry, pained and ashamed beyond all measure. Then, not content with just violating me so agonizingly (what in the world was I thinking, lusting after this horror for so very long?) Goddess begins f*****g me proper. She slowly slides her c**k out and then spears it back in, again and again and again relentlessly. Taking my nonstop squeals and sobs as a sign that she’s doing the job right, she effortlessly eradicates my virginity and enjoys her first-ever ass attack immensely.

My urgent erection is suddenly a dim memory; arousal has been effortlessly banished by excruciation. And then everything gets exponentially worse.

Goddess’ pumping hips begin to rapidly smack my ass: re-igniting deep-muscle bruises whose earlier infliction so I’d idiotically reveled in. Now those black and blue wounds only add to my torment, and soon I’m once again bawling unabashedly. That big, thick c**k pounds constantly, viciously, unstoppably into me, screamingly reaming me, hatefully raping me, redundantly demonstrating absolutely unquestionably how incomprehensibly stupid I was to think that anything so painfully intimate could possibly be the least bit pleasurable. And of course Mistress Melissa’s unmistakable ardor continues to make things constantly worse.

Quite clearly she is loving every second of this: gasping and panting and f*****g me ever harder, faster, more and more brutally. Cries of erotic glee and ecstasy escape her constantly, as she pulls me back into her every powerful forward thrust and traumatizes me body and soul with a maniacal passion that easily exceeds even last night’s face-slapping frenzy.

The butt of the dildo must be driving her absolutely wild, thrusting against her private parts with every slamming stroke that she sends into my own well-over-abused interior. One, two, three times she shrieks out obvious orgasms, and yet still keeps hammering away, torturing me as pitilessly as the most sadistic prison guard in the darkest-ever third-world gulag. It must be nearly an hour before she at last somehow exhausts herself. I don’t know; I’ve long since lapsed into a drooling, mindless, brutally-butt-f****d-into-oblivion daze by the time she finally pulls out of my agonized ass and collapses next to me, panting for breath.

For five minutes there’s only Mistress’ gradually easing respiration and my own slowly tapering off whimpering in our extremely isolated beach house. Then finally Mistress Melissa rolls onto her side, her lovely face, flawless form and fearsome c**k again confronting me.

“That was as glorious as I always knew it would be!” she breathes at me. “How was it for you, Slut-boy? Did it live up to all of your long-held, super-secret, incredibly arousing expectations?”

“It very extremely exceeded them, Mistress Melissa,” I manage to blubber. “It hurt me far worse than anything I’d ever imagined could. In fact, I never want to suffer through such terrible torture again!”

“You poor baby!” Mistress laughs softly at me. “You’re just inexperienced, that’s all. Until just now you were still a tender little virgin Slut-boy, remember? You’d only taken a single finger before. Being f****d, especially in the butt, always hurts the first few times. Believe me, I know! We just need to get you sufficiently stretched out, and I promise you, I’ll see to that first thing! I’ll soon get you loose enough to take my f*****g fist!”

She grins impishly at me.

“Eventually you’re going to learn to love being f****d up the butt! You’d better, Slut-boy, at least for your sake! I didn’t buy all of those ten and twelve inches long, two and three inch thick, ridged and ribbed and vibrator-equipped up-curved c***s just to sit around unused in a trunk. I bought them to brutally batter your helpless little ass! And I had way too much fun just now f*****g the absolute s**t out of you to ever give it up. That was the best s****l experience I’ve ever had. Four f*****g orgasms! Holy s**t! I thought I’d died and gone to dominatrix heaven!”

She pauses, reveling in the memory. But then some new inspiration strikes her, and she turns back to me. “Speaking of heaven, Slut-boy, how are you enjoying your wonderful new home?”

“I absolutely love what I’ve seen of it so far, Mistress Melissa. This whole property must be unbelievably beautiful!”

Mistress giggles long and hard at this, convulsed by some private glee.

Stretching painfully at my oh-so-tight ropes, I face her questioningly while she continues to laugh at me. Finally she gains control of herself, and she strokes my cheek in genuine commiseration.

“You don’t understand, Slut-boy. You won’t be seeing any more of this unbelievably beautiful property. When I spoke of your wonderful new home, I was talking about this giant sumptuous waterbed. This bed is your home now. You’re going to spend every last second of the rest of your life bound up tight, naked and helpless and (hopefully) miserably suffering in or just above your beautiful Goddess’ wonderful bed.

“No more reading, writing, watching sports or sitting in the sun. No more surfing the web, chat rooms, idling away the days listening to music, and definitely no more pornography collecting. No more wasting hours in front of the monitor watching videos of men being bound, beaten and butt f****d. Who needs that kind of tame, vicarious titillation, when you’re always going to be heavily immersed in the real thing? And who needs to compile an exhaustive collection of scans of Playboy models when you’ve already got the most beautiful Goddess in the universe right with you all the while?”

Stunned I goggle at her, but my most beautiful Goddess ignores this, blithely continuing.

“Dressing and undressing you every damn day, constantly transferring you from the bed to bath to the wheelchair and back is way too much like work for a lady of leisure like me. I’m retired, remember? In fact, I’ve never had to do a real day’s work in my entire life. And I sure as hell don’t intend to start now! Just keeping you bathed and shaved every day is going to tax me to my limits.

“As a matter of fact, to save on shipping costs I even went so far as to donate all of your clothes to charity. They’re not still en route, my gullible little dear. They’re gone for good. And it’s just as well. You won’t ever need them again, and after the shopping binge I went on to prepare for our wonderful new relationship up here we’re rather short on closet space.

“Of course, you won’t always be completely naked,” she leers at my imploring eyes. “I’m going to spend a s**t-load of time cross-dressing you! I just bought tons of really lacy, ruffled, frilly, flowery, pink and white and yellow and even polka-dotted silk and satin and nylon and cotton lingerie just for you. I can’t wait to outrageously humiliate you by dressing you up like the sleazy little sissy-slut that you now and forevermore are: six-inch heels, stockings, garters, panties, g-strings; unbelievably tight corsets and girdles (especially those, with that potbelly of yours), tons of bras, loads of nightgowns, cute little chemises, sheer filmy peignoirs and chokers and veils and tiaras and everything else imaginable. But that won’t be work at all; that will be a hundred percent pure pleasure!

“I’ve also got all sorts of straitjackets, and leather and latex bodysuits with tons of locking buckles and straps specifically designed not only to isolate and immobilize a helpless little bondage slave, but to also enforce all sorts of painfully contorted body postures. You’ll be wearing those regularly as well!”

Mistress sighs then, and after all this decides to toss me a figurative bone.

“I suppose that perhaps, on your birthday or Christmas, I might decide to make the supreme effort to put you in the Jacuzzi, and wash and whip and f**k you there, or even take you outside, and stake you out spread-eagled in the sand.

“Imagine that, Slut-boy: you cross-dressed and bound tightly out on the beach all day and night, while I fish and sunbathe and periodically f**k your slutty little butt into absolute oblivion! But of course, that will only happen if you please me extravagantly all year long. If you don’t, you are never again going leave this bed!

“Besides,” Mistress grins into my staggered chagrin, “I want you to always be tightly tied up for me, helplessly waiting for any imaginable use or abuse I might feel impelled to inflict upon you. Don’t you get it? You are my slave, Slut-boy. And that means that you must always be ready for me, always ready to unquestioningly accept whatever I might want or need from you!”

Still ignoring my accumulating distress, she continues remorselessly.

“Now this is a waterbed of course, so bedsores shouldn’t be a problem for you. But just in case, you will regularly alternate which side you’re lying upon. Days you will spend either hung from the ceiling, or bound up tight on your belly, being brutally beaten and butt f****d relentlessly, sating all those long un-indulged masochistic needs that you’ve been writing so tirelessly about.

“Nights you’ll always be lying on your back, servicing all of my incredibly ravenous s****l requirements – as well as further indulging all of those aforementioned masochistic ones of your own of course. You’ve had to wait far too long for your lifelong submergence in bondage, humiliation, discipline and sodomy Slut-boy, and I’m going to help you make up for that interminable wait big time! And frankly, in the last night and day I’ve discovered an absolutely overwhelmingly sadistic streak in myself. I simply must indulge this at every opportunity! So from now on, my impotent little Slut-boy, s*x with me will always involve not just your endlessly escalating carnal frustration, but all sorts of other concomitant cruelties too.

“I can’t wait to beat your ugly little potbelly with my crop and strap until it’s damn well good and gone. I also want to drip hot wax all over it, as well as your shallow little chest; all over the front of you in fact. I’m going to pinch and pull and squeeze and stretch and endlessly electroshock your c**k and balls, twist your n*****s, curl and color and style your hair, and make up your face to look like the dirtiest little sissy-slut ever. Most of all, I want to viciously f**k your slutty loose butt from on top and in the front, smirking down into your humiliated face and looking you straight in the eye all the time! That will be incredibly awesome as well!”