Eventually my breathing eased, my manic heart-rate slowed and my exhausted muscles gradually regained some of their elasticity. Finally I rolled over to confront my still sobbing Slut-boy. Again pretending a love and compassion I no longer possessed I stroked his head soothingly.
“There, there, Slut-boy, calm down. Easy now, relax. Your very first butt-f*****g is in the books. And if it was more painful and violent than you’d counted on, at least it’s over now, and eventually you may come to enjoy it as much as I did. And just think: you’re now officially a slut-boy, my Slut-boy, just as you’ve always dreamed. And in honor of this wonderful occasion I have a couple more presents for you. Don’t you want to find out what they are?”
