Slut Boy Mega Collection Volume 2

Chapter One-5

Goddess held it up before me, and at first I thought it was just another ball gag. Then it penetrated me (double-entendre definitely intended) that instead of a ball, this gag featured a big rubber p***s! “Now you can suck c**k around the clock!” Goddess gloated, as she forced it into my mouth and buckled it around my head. Right away I mouthed that big c**k, getting a feel for the taste, shape and length of it. But then my really big moment was upon me, and I was forced to focus on Goddess Jenae, as she moved up to my up-thrust butt and stated her eternal claim to it.

“As I own this whole body, I own this ass! It is mine to f**k, fist, or enema until the end of time! Slut-boy is a sissy, and my property! And here I take his she-male virginity – may he/she love it and hate it, crave it and dread it, for this will be the ultimate expression of his sexuality, from now until the end of time. Get ready, Slut-boy. My c**k is about to invade your ass. And once it does, the occupation will never end!”

To be completely honest, I couldn’t wait. I knew it was the final death of my manhood, my self-respect, even my ability to look myself in the mirror each morning. But somehow my Goddess had brought me so far down the road to what she wanted me to be that her needs were now indistinguishable from my own. I raised my ass as high as I could in anticipation, and when she gripped my extensively welted cheeks and spread them wide I moaned helplessly. Goddess giggled at that, as her huge c**k finally found my hole and started pressing its relentless way in.

“Here you go, Slut-boy! Here comes your present and future s*x-life! Eat it up, slut! Your ass has just become a sloppy w***e’s cunt, and it’s going to get all the d**k it can take and then some!” She thrust forward forcefully then, penetrating me for real. The pain of this invasion was considerable, the humiliation even more so. Yet thanks to my Goddess’ preparatory indoctrination, the arousal was greater than both combined. I squealed around the c**k in my mouth, strained my ass upward and sobbed with delight as my Goddess pulled back, and then speared even deeper. I groaned, I moaned, I wept with pleasure then as Goddess Jenae started pumping in and out of me.

Her monstrous c**k took resistless possession of me; her incredible length and thickness pained and pleasured me in equal measure. Being f****d, ah Goddess, being f****d in the ass was heaven and hell all at once, the quintessential apotheosis of my eternal servitude. And then heaven and hell began competing for real, as Goddess’ rhythm escalated. Harder and harder, faster and faster she f****d me, finally getting all the way into my ass as she’d previously done my mouth. Now it was my extensively welted buttocks receiving each slap of her pumping hips, and not my face. Now it was my tender rectum taking each brutal thrust of c**k, and not my throat. I groaned, I groveled, I squealed and sobbed and offered up my ass for as much abuse as my Goddess cared to dish out. And in response she righteously butt f****d me so deeply into submission that I could clearly never emerge.

Finally, after more orgasms than I could possibly contemplate, Goddess Jenae finally tired of f*****g me – at least for the moment. Yet naturally this first evening as glorious Goddess and sissy subject Slut-boy was barely beginning. Over and over again my Goddess bound me, in ever more contorting and incapacitating configurations, and tested my capacity for the depth, size, speed, and endurance of the ass-gouging, c**k-hammering, incredibly frenzied butt f*****g that she was capable of dishing out.

Of course, each of these outrageous anal apotheoses was interspersed with yet another attack on the surface of my ass. Between eight in the evening and two in the morning, I got to know Goddess’ paddle, crop, cane and bullwhip as well as I did her insatiable erection. And somehow I came to welcome that pain almost as eagerly as I did that big fat c**k. Once my Goddess even lubricated her erection with Atomic Balm, and the burning fire accompanying my rape only sent me deeper into the masochistic abyss that I’d come to accept as pleasure. But finally, when the night was at last deepening and time becoming an inescapable factor, Goddess Jenae decided it was time for my long-promised orgasm.

Previously I’d been bound in a pile-driver position – the better to accept each pounding thrust, my dear. But this time Goddess Jenae pulled her c**k out of my delightfully traumatized ass and instead forced in an outrageously oversized plug – to keep me wide open and eagerly accessible of course – and then bound me back to the chair in the same way that we’d started this endless, momentous day. The only differences were that she skipped the long rope that she’d put to such fiendish use earlier, and trusted the handcuffs to secure my upper body to the backrest of the chair. And at long last she finally removed the velcro strap maintaining my erection and containing any possible ejaculation.

Ironically enough, my long-suffering c**k swelled up harder than ever at this, as Goddess cooed with delight over my amazingly urgent erection and teased it with long, warm licks of her amazingly educated tongue.

Once again we repeated the afternoon’s first scene. Goddess used her hands, t**s, vibrator and mouth to constantly bring me to the brink of apotheosis, only to quickly back off when she sensed the inevitable eruption upcoming.

This torment went on until I seriously feared insanity. But at last my wonderful Goddess took pity on me. She’d left my new c**k-gag on the floor the last time she’d ravished me, preferring to hear my moaning and begging, and wanting to see me suck her c**k clean after this latest butt f*****g. So when she climbed on and straddled me at last, there were no more obstacles to her inserting a n****e between my lips than there was to her mounting my insanely turgid erection.

One more time she f****d my bound body in the female superior position. She rubbed and stuffed my face with her incomparable breasts, pumped her hips like mad and stropped my engulfed c**k with her glorious cunt to within a razor’s edge of orgasm. Only this time there was no restraint upon me, and at the last impossible height, with my Goddess’ breasts bracketing my face, her own orgasmic screams shivering in my ears, her cunt undulating along my burning, turgid length and her immeasurable strength powering an endless succession of pelvic thrusts, I at last most blissfully gave up.

My ejaculation burst from me like lava from an exploding volcano. My balls spasmed, pumping and pumping and pumping my seed up and out of me with a force and duration I’d never dreamed myself capable of. Tightly tied to the chair, enduring my Goddess’ most vigorous semi-conventional onslaught, I gave myself up to the greatest orgasm of my existence. When I finally stopped shuddering and spewing, when I at last collapsed as limply beneath my Goddess as a slain doe, I was as utterly spent as I’d never been before. I panted, and moaned, and pressed my face even deeper between Goddess Jenae’s breasts. But at last she pulled back, and kissed me as long and deeply and lovingly as ever. Then, still treasuring our embrace and the warmth of our mingled fluids trickling down from our connection, she breathed her praise at me.

“God, that was good! You did yourself proud that time Slut-boy. Did you enjoy?”

“Of course, my Goddess! That was obviously our best s*x yet!”

“Oh, I’m so very glad to hear you say that!” Goddess rained kisses on my upturned face. “I’m so very glad to hear that you loved that! Because you see Slut-boy, like I hinted at earlier, that was the very last orgasm, and even the last complete, pain-free erection that you will ever experience. Your manhood is forfeit, my love. You are forever more a complete and total she-male sissy, and from this point on you will experience s*x only as women do.”

With that astounding pronouncement, my gorgeous, glorious, desperately beloved Goddess climbed off of me, and at last produced her most insidious purchase. This proved to be a brand new state-of-the-art c**k cage. Yet cruelly enforced eternal chastity wasn’t its only function, as Goddess’ explanation quickly made clear.

“This is the other specially locking thing I’ve got for you, honey. It will keep you from ever erecting or ejaculating again. Yet that’s not all. Do you see this little black box? This so-called ‘shock cage’ has a built in power pack, computer chip and lots of pointy contacts, that will not only torment any attempted erection, but will also deliver extremely painful electrical shocks to your c**k and balls whenever I instruct or program it to do so. That’s what I meant earlier about my new, unbreakable hold on you…”

Relishing my obvious and complete consternation, Goddess Jenae brought the device over, along with a damp washrag. First she lovingly cleaned my exhausted genitals, and then she smugly locked them up. She added the key to the two already dangling between her beautiful breasts, and then laughed at my crestfallen expression.

“Don’t worry, Slut-boy! This cage is just a temporary training device. It will stay locked onto you for one year, no more, and then be removed forever. You see, I have it all planned out. On our wedding day, exactly a year from today, we will each give each other two gold wedding rings, to announce that our marriage is twice as sure to survive and endure as any other. My rings will pierce and dangle from each of my n*****s. One of yours will pierce your poor little p***s head, and the other the bottom of your scrotum. These will then be linked together, forever ending your capacity for erections.

“Honestly, honey, how could you ever even consider a shameless little sissy as worthy of heterosexual male performance? That’s one of the primary, most exciting aspects of our new relationship for me: to see you endlessly tormented by the constant proximity of things you are no longer allowed to enjoy: freedom, fine food and drink, but especially s****l release. You see, from this point on you are forevermore my constantly horny yet hopelessly frustrated, involuntary eunuch, she-male sissy-slut prisoner-slave.

“You and I will kiss and cuddle like crazy. I will order you to and enjoy you nursing and suckling at my breasts until we each go insane. You will provide me with vigorous c*********s at my every demand, until I come all over your face repeatedly. But when I want c**k, I won’t be using this pathetic little worm. I’ve got another big dildo you haven’t seen yet. It has a wonderful built-in vibrator, and it will mount either on the outside of the c**k-gag you are currently wearing, or onto this cage I have just placed you in. So I can ride your face or your waist all I want, and this big hard hot c**k won’t ever let me down. And of course, for your own fulfillment – and my unlimited enjoyment – I’ll also be viciously f*****g your face and ass with my own monstrous c**k almost constantly. And of course, if you ever fail, disappoint, or disobey me, or if I even feel like watching you suffer a little bit, you’ll get this!”

Goddess pointed a small remote control at me, similar to any common TV unit, and pressed a button. Immediately burning electricity surged into my genitals from several different points, causing me to lurch in my bonds and howl uncontrollably around the big c**k stuffing my mouth. Goddess giggled delightedly at my reaction. Then she removed the c**k-gag just long enough to force me to swallow a few pills. After that she strapped it back in place, and then began freeing me from the simple desk chair where I’d experienced so much agony and ecstasy, so much arousal, humiliation and unbridled horror over the last fifteen or so hours.

“Come on, Slut-boy. It’s been a long day. It’s time for us to go to bed.”

Leaving my hands cuffed behind my back, Goddess led me to her bed, where a pair of pillows had been piled right in the middle. She positioned me facedown atop these, with my ass jutting up high in the air and my legs spread as widely as possible. Then she at last removed her mask and boots, and donned her big c**k again.

“I’m going to do you once more, Slut-boy,” she breathed as she pulled the huge plug out of my ass. And then she did. Once more pain, humiliation, and uncontrollable yet unrelievable arousal exalted and tormented me in equal measure, as Goddess Jenae hammered her huge c**k in and out of my ass with an insane abandon. And as she f****d me she sneeringly spoke, rubbing my face in the fact that I obviously loved it.

“Listen to you moaning and groaning, you little slut! You can’t get enough of my c**k, can you? This is worth losing your manhood for, isn’t it? Isn’t being butt f****d by your beautiful Goddess worth a lifetime of slavery, humiliation, of tortured little mini-erections and never-to-be-relived heterosexual lust? Isn’t it worth being whipped and caned and spanked and paddled and kept tied up every goddamn day of your life?”

Somehow I managed to nod, and Goddess rewarded this affirmation by escalating the pace and power of her thrusts unimaginably. For ten more minutes she f****d me out of my mind, until she finally achieved one last orgasm. Then, panting for breath, she pushed the plug back into my horribly sore butt and produced another set of handcuffs. She shackled my ankles together, then bent my legs back at the knee and even lifted them up to where she was able to lock my hands to my feet in hogtie fashion. My arched back protested at this, yet there was no hope of relief any time soon. Goddess made that abundantly clear. She rolled me off the pillows and onto my side.

“Comfy, love?”

I shook my head.

“Well, too bad. This is how you’ll be spending your nights now, so get used to it. I’m tired of you filching the covers!”

Goddess blindfolded me, and then wiggled the cups still torturing my t**s. Then she did the same to the cage imprisoning my manhood.

“Look how hard you are in there!”

I was indeed as painfully erect as it was possible to get, viciously impaled on the little prongs that delivered the current and bursting through the bars everywhere else. Goddess caressed my bloated c**k-head where it protruded from the end and giggled.

“You’re going to stay hard, too. In addition to the hormones I just gave you a good double dose of Viagra. Your first night in the cage is going to be exquisitely painful. And not just because of the erection medicine. Right now I’m programming this thing to unpredictably and yet continuously shock you for the next 8 hours. I want you to lie awake all night tonight, Slut-boy, thinking about how much you love me, and how much you love your new name and persona, and about the wonderful new life of she-male sissy-slut slavery that lies ahead of you.

“You can sleep tomorrow, all alone in here gagged, blindfolded, and tied to the chair while I’m off at my classes and soccer practice all day. Speaking of which, I’m going to need my rest for that. So don’t you dare struggle too much, or sob too loudly! You may moan, whimper, and cry quietly as much as you want though – that will make such a wonderful lullaby for me!”

Goddess Jenae snuggled up to me then, and pulled the covers up over us. She kissed me goodnight on the exposed part of my cheek, between the gag and blindfold.

“God I love you so much, my precious little sissy, my obediently suffering Slut-boy! Today was the best day of my entire life! Was it yours too?”

Somehow I managed to nod.

“Good! I’m so happy! Just wait until tomorrow night Slut-boy! We’re really going to get it on then!”

And with that she snuggled up even closer, wrapped me in her arms and slipped blissfully off to sleep. Seconds later the first agonizing shock sizzled into my wickedly hard, cramped genitals. It lasted for at least ten seconds, yet I bravely bit down on the big c**k filling my mouth and somehow managed to quell the violent muscle spasms that wanted to wrack my body.

How could I even dream of disturbing my gorgeous, glorious, and most sacred and divine holy Goddess?