Slut Boy Mega Collection Volume 1

Chapter Nine-4

“Was that as good for you as it was for me?”

Miserably he shakes his head no.

“Nevertheless you will submit to it at my every whim. Won’t you, Slut-boy?”

This time he nods yes, his gaze still miserably honest.

“Good, Slut-boy,” I breathe, and kiss him on the nose. “That is your name now, Slut-boy. I’m going to forget you ever had another. And my name is Mistress. You will likewise forget that I ever had any other. Understood?” Again he nods, the tears still trickling beautifully down his temples to darken his hair.

“Excellent,” I murmur. Then I push up onto my hands. With my arms propped to either side of his face, I begin slowly, deliciously f*****g him again.

“Superb!” cries a voice from behind me. Mistress, who I have somehow completely forgotten about, is applauding me. “I knew you were a natural, girl! Never have I seen such a splendid first f**k, or witnessed such a successful initial indoctrination. I said I’d give you helpful hints, yet I never needed to. Well I’ll give you one now. f**k him in this position often. You have simply fabulous breasts. Dangle them in front of his face while you f**k him. This will drive him stark raving crazy, especially if you forbid him to ever touch them again. Meanwhile this position allows me to help you out, as I promised to do. So stop f*****g him for a second and hold steady girl.”

I feel Mistress move in on me, and nudge my legs out wider. And then yes! The well-greased head of her own c**k begins pushing into my suddenly hungry ass. She slides it all the way into me, presses me back down upon Slut-boy and leans forward, propping herself above us both. In this way her big strong body makes me into the very choicest meat of an incredibly delicious f**k-sandwich. Hearing my gasp of delight she breathes lovingly down.

“That’s right girl. Just relax, and let me do all the work. You are but an extension of your mistress, as I butt-f**k you both into oblivion!”

She starts thrusting, slowly at first. The sensation is absolutely incredible. With my c**k still buried to the hilt in Slut-boy, her every thrust pushes it deeper yet, f*****g him just as she’s f*****g me. Again we are face to face, eyeball to eyeball, and I can see every little wince and grimace as Slut-boy’s ass is attacked once again. Surely he can see the ecstasy in my own expression as Mistress picks up the pace, and what this does to his already destroyed self-esteem can only be beneficial for me. Determined to break and enslave him absolutely, I gasp my unstinting devotions directly at him, rubbing his fundamental inadequacy straight into his face.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Ah God yes, Mistress, you are absolutely the best lover ever! No man could possibly f**k me like you do, especially this worthless piece of s**t I’m married to! f**k me lover! f**k me forever! Help me forget about all the months I’ve wasted letting this useless slave do me!”

Predictably Slut-boy starts crying again, his eyes infinite wellsprings of misery and self-loathing.

“That’s all right Slut-boy,” I say, my words constantly interrupted by grunts of pleasure as I’m so perfectly impaled up the ass. “I know I called you useless. But sexually useless as you are, you’ll still have plenty of other uses around here. You can bathe me, shave me, do my nails and hair and keep my house constantly spotless. You can rub my feet, cook my meals, eat my p***y and take my c**k every day and night of your life. You can also amuse me by struggling with your bonds and suffering my endless punishments. Won’t that be a simply wonderful existence for a lowly slave like you?”

Groaning as Mistress delivers an especially violent flurry of thrusts (one that has me absolutely shrieking with unrestrained passion) Slut-boy sniffs back his tears and nods sycophantically up at me.

His utter enslaved devotion is obvious in his eyes. More fulfilled than I could previously ever have imagined, I reward him for this by kissing every bit of his face I can reach, as Mistress continues to f**k me, and through me him. Then, overwhelmed with bliss, I hug his harnessed head, press my cheek against his, close my eyes and let that relentless pounding in my ass drive my c**k down into him, and simultaneously drive the rest of me to absolute heaven.

Finally Mistress climbs an impossible crescendo to an incredible climax. She pulls out of me, and pulls me up and out of Slut-boy. Gasping in recovery we ignore him then, wrapping our arms about each other and just holding on. Our c***s press each other’s bellies, a wonderful affirmation of our innate superiority. But then Mistress shifts her face to mine, and she begins kissing me.

I’ve never been kissed by a girl, of course. I’ve dreamed about it, but now the reality is upon me, and at first I can feel my face flushing with a shy embarrassment once again. But then her tongue is thrust through my lips. Her strong hands cup and knead my buttocks, and all other thought but one is washed away. She’s not only a much better fucker than Slut-boy. She’s a far better kisser as well! Her thick lips are soft and caressing, hard and demanding by turns, and her tongue leaves no area of my mouth unexplored. Even up between my lips and gums it runs, causing me to moan helplessly. Then Slut-boy’s most miserable sob yet interrupts our reverie. Reluctantly we break apart, and turn to look at him.

Obviously this kind of loving intimacy wounds him worse than whip, c**k, or being cuckolded ever could. All he has lost to Mistress in inviting her into our formerly exclusive if vaguely unsatisfied relationship is glaringly apparent in his gagged, harnessed, tear streaked and drool-slicked face. He has been forever superseded in my affections, and he knows it. I feel another fleeting stab of pity for him. But then Mistress laughs delightedly, and that weakness vanishes like a puff of smoke.

“Poor little puppy, can’t stand seeing his b***h belonging to someone else! Well I can take your mind off that, Slut-boy. It’s time you had a true master f**k your ass, and it’s my turn. You, girl, can torment him however you like while I have him.”

Without further ado she moves up, lubes up, inserts herself and starts f*****g violently away, laughing wickedly at Slut-boy’s choked screaming as she takes him. Of course I’ve been on the receiving end of this assault myself, but watching it happen is an inspiring spectacle in its own right. So ruthlessly do those powerful hips pump that her huge breasts are bounced from that containing corset at last, and holy s**t! She was so right! What a maddening spectacle a great pair of t**s make as they dance wildly about, impelled to ever more incredible gyrations by the rhythmic impetus of butt-f*****g. For a while I’m mesmerized myself, my too-long suppressed lesbian yearnings surging to the fore. Oh how I want to bury myself between them, to kiss and lick and lap and suckle and feel them battering my face all about! But then I recall Mistress’ orders to torment Slut-boy as she f***s him. If I don’t prove myself a perfect submissive for her in my own right I may never get to make love to those glorious t**s.

Galvanized I move to Slut-boy’s side. The only clothespin not yet dislodged from his d**k is the last one I clamped to its tip. Leaving this for later I seize the chain connecting the cups to his t**s and brusquely yank both of them off.

His n*****s are wonderfully inflamed and tender after their hours in vacuum, and I eagerly begin to pinch them, to pull and twist them, just as Mistress did so effectively to me. Unfortunately Slut-boy is so consumed by the mad attack on his ass (the c**k bigger, the Mistress also bigger, stronger, and so much more practiced) that he barely seems to notice. So instead I start biting them, nipping and even chewing on his n*****s until his sudden renewed thrashing lets me know that I’m getting through. Grinning evilly to myself I bite even harder, pulling back like I want to rip that swollen tit right off. How he screams into his gag! I must do this most regularly! But finally I remember that a more tender target awaits, and I turn my attention to that still insolently hard erection.

As miserable as he obviously is, at least some part of Slut-boy clearly finds tonight’s excesses irresistibly compelling. Perhaps that’s why he’s proved so easy to train and claim. In any case, a hard c**k is a lot more fun to torture than a limp one (something I certainly don’t need to be told) and so at last I manage to capture it as it waggles wildly around just below Mistress’ belly.

Obligingly she leans back in her butt-f*****g, sacrificing a negligible bit of power and pace in order to indulge my ongoing education.

“Twist it off,” she gasps as she f***s. “Don’t unclip it, twist it. It will hurt much worse that way, my beautiful student.”

“Yes, Mistress!” I affirm, grateful as ever for the guidance. Slowly I twist that clothespin until it snaps off, and I’m rewarded with an especially sharp cry that is clearly unrelated to the worst-ever raping Slut-boy’s ass is currently enduring. And then as ever his erection is all mine, free to tease or torture however I choose. I select the former, and surely worse, first.

Repeatedly I flick the bruised, indented tip with my tongue. Of course I don’t think I’ll ever suck it again, but let him be terribly tantalized by the possibility. I can tell by the new tenor of his moans that he’s feeling this even through the overwhelming trauma of Mistress Chantelle destroying his ass. Glad to up the ante, I grab his shaft tight and start oh so slowly pumping it up and down.

Surely this is ecstasy after all he’s endured. Yet I know my slave. He will never be able to come this way. And that is the most insidious torment of all. Slowly I stroke him up and down, clearly driving him out of what’s left of his mind. Meanwhile Mistress keeps f*****g him to death, and finally it comes to me that letting slave ejaculate tonight might just cement him into my service more surely than anything else. Of course I need to consult Mistress first. So to remove temptation I at last stop teasing that hot throbbing c**k, and proceed to just torture it.

I clamp the root in an absolutely strangling grip, until the entire thing swells and bloats a beautiful red. Then I use my finely honed fingernails to pinch it mercilessly everywhere. Finally I start biting it, moving from gentle little nips to chomps that leave overlapping crescent shaped marks all up and down it. But finally Mistress brushes me aside, falls forward onto her arms and brutally bludgeons Slut-boy’s ass until she at last comes yet again. Then, taking advantage of her temporary exhaustion, I carefully make my play, preceding it of course with appropriately copious flattery.

“Oh, Mistress, tonight has been outrageously heavenly. You must surely be some kind of goddess in disguise. In a few short hours you have transformed me and my marriage beyond all recognition. But poor Slut-boy here hasn’t come yet. I think he deserves to, after everything he’s given up to us. I mean how many times have you and I climaxed? I couldn’t begin to count them!’

“Why bother?” Mistress shrugs dismissively. “None of my slaves ever get to come. They’re just lucky we deign to butt-f**k them!”

Of course I privately agree. But I’ve still got that evil idea about how to absolutely ensure that Slut-boy never even dreams of trying to escape me. So I continue to speak deception for his ears while winking covertly at Mistress.