He really wanted to break my virginity… the thoughts rushing through my head were uncontrollable. I had never ever seen a guy naked until recently and all of a sudden I had given one a blowjob and, now, I was in bed with one.
I was nervous and scared about what was going on. I was away from my parents and the only two people here were older guys – horny, older guys.
Mr. Gregory was sat in a chair in the corner with a grin on his face and his hand rubbing the outside of his jean’s crotch.
He nodded to me enthusiastically. He wanted me to do it.
As I lay on the naked stranger, I reached down towards his hard cock. It was so hard. He looked up at my skinny, young body and was practically salivating.
I lifted my leg a little so that his cock could stand upright underneath me. It was big – how could that fit in me? It was at least as wide as my body.
He looked up at my face and said “go on little boy, do as you’re told, put it in that tight ass of yours…”
I moved my thong from my butthole onto one cheek so that my boy pussy was exposed. I let my body rock a little to feel his throbbing dick against the outside of my hole.
It felt good, a tingle inside.
I attempted to push my body weight onto it but I was just too tight. It wouldn’t go in even a little bit.
He started to get a little frustrated so he swung his arm around my back, lifted me, and lay me on the bed on my side. He was now kneeling over me with his cock positioning between my buttcheeks.
I couldn’t let him see how nervous I was. I looked away but, by doing so, was now looking directly at Mr. Gregory. He had a full smile and his pants were unzipped.
I felt the man push his cock harder against my boy pussy.
“Just a little push and we’ll be ready to go, little one…”
Fear had taken over. I was sweating. I was visibly uncomfortable.
He pushed even harder, this time forcing the tip of his cock inside of me.
After trying that for a while, he realized it wasn’t working.
“I need to use my whole body for this. Get on your stomach…”
I slowly flipped my body onto my stomach, my legs tucked under him, his body positioned right on top of me.
He pushed again.
Again, same problem. I was just too tight.
He grabbed at my shoulders for leverage. He yanked my body towards him.
I felt a little more of his cock slide into me. It hurt – I couldn’t do this.
I pushed at his arm with mine and tried to swing my body back upwards.
“What’s wrong, you little slut?”
“I-I-I can’t do this… not now… I need… I need to stop.”
He huffed and slumped off of me. He looked mad.
“Please sir, don’t be angry. I’ve never let anyone get this far. You’re very special. You-you… you’re so handsome and I like you…”
“Well let me make love to you then!”
“I can’t sir… If only I had practise with someone smaller before… I’m sorry…”
He rubbed his face. He couldn’t hide his frustration.
The sweat glistening off of his manly body was still such a turn on though. I reached for his cock and began stroking it up and down slowly at first.
He moved his hands from his eyes and looked back at me again. He still had some hunger left.
I moved my body so that my face was under him. I licked his balls, I licked slowly up his shaft, and I began to suck him again.
He was enjoying it. A relief for both of us. For some reason I really cared that he would be satisfied – it felt like my job.
He eventually rocked his head back and groaned. He gave me no forewarning as the cum bellowed out of his cock like a rocket.
My face was hit repeatedly by the splashes of his warm cum.
“Fuck yes… Ughhh…”, he moaned, “good fucking girl. Now lick it up…”
I did – I already was doing it – and I did it with a big smile on my face knowing I was his “good girl”.
Tune in for part 11 soon!
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One of the many tricks to establish, and build, dominance over your subject is feeding them your cum. Doubly so if it becomes a regular event they must anticipate. It forces them to visualize themselves in an involuntary, submissive position. Making people Kneel as a show of subjugation has been around long enough. This adds a sexual element to kneeling – consuming your master’s semen. Not only does it reinforce the relative worth(lessness) of the slave in regards to their purpose, it illustrates the nature of the relationship between the slave and the master. For a sissy slave the added effect is forced feminization, because of their portrayal as a receptacle of male sexual urges, to the audience and to themselves.
“After I’m done with you, I’m sending you to the projects to pimp that white ass and pink lips out. You need to work that pussy to pay your upkeep, you understand?“
Bunny didn’t react, she just registered the information. She was now a girly fuck toy owned by a man who also captured and sex slaved her wife. Defeat was complete. This strange man owned both their bodies and minds, transferring, twisting them according to his will. Her male identity as Mark the corporate lawyer erased, replaced by a submissive feminine one – Bunny Swallows. Receive cock, swallow cum, do as told.
Sam and Keith had been feminized months ago by the inmates of Abbot State Penitentiary. But this was the first time their cell master ordered them both to “french kiss the head of my cock while I’m cumming”.
Naturally, they obeyed the order to a T. It felt like a kiss of acceptance. Acceptance of inferiority and subservient womanhood.
In two years when their sentence ends and they get released, they won’t really
free. A hard man’s cock will be their jailer, making it cum their only release. And each day spent on all fours, taking it from back and front, swallowing milky warm semen, only gets them farther and farther away from ever being a normal straight guy they once were
The cock cage allows sissy’s cum to ooze out onto master’s big cock instead of squirting everywhere. That way she doesn’t need to go around licking the furniture and/or floors, she can just get it all when she’s cleaning her master’s cock anyway.