Slut Boy Mega Collection Volume 2

Chapter One Dorm Room Doom Jenae and I were just leaving her college dorm room, heading out to lunch. Having recently inherited a sizable fortune she was now quite rich, and could afford an exclusive private room, complete with a king-size bed. So despite the fact that it was against the rules, and I would have to hide out in there, I had just discreetly moved in with her. I’d just graduated high school myself, and hadn’t yet decided what to do with my so far seemingly pointless life. Little did I know that that had already been decided for me! Jenae and I had been high school sweethearts, although she was a year ahead of me. This was the second anniversary of our first date. Naturally we had a big s****l celebration to plan for that evening, and we were bantering about it a bit, comparing notes on our favorite ways to f**k. “Obviously I like being on top the best,” she averred with a mischievous grin, and I had no choice but to agree with her. “That’s what I love about tall girls,” I replied. “When you sit in my lap, your awesome breasts are right in my face. I especially like it when I’m sitting on a chair, or the couch, or the weight bench, and you climb on top of me and just ride, ride, ride. Particularly when you tie me up first. I just love being pinned beneath you, totally helpless, with you looming over me, straddling my submissive little body, grinning down, rubbing my face in your t**s and then f*****g me absolutely senseless.” Jenae had just finished locking up. But suddenly she stopped, and turned the key back the other way. “Don’t forget the incredible penetration. Your shrimpy little d**k gets so deep up into me when we do it like that I just go totally nuts. That’s why I end up f*****g you so vigorously, viciously, and violently like that. Oh God, I can’t stand to even think about it! To hell with going out to lunch! Let’s stay right here and do it like that right now!” “Don’t you want to wait until tonight?” I protested. “You know how we guys are. If I c*m my brains out this afternoon, I might not be able to perform properly later...” “Well, then we just won’t let you come!” Jenae responded simply. “Instead I’ll tie you to the chair, tease and torment and take advantage of you all afternoon, and maybe all evening too. Finally, around two a.m. or so, I’ll have had my fill of you, and then you can at last ejaculate. Now get your wimpy little ass back in there and get your f*****g clothes off, my hopelessly, helplessly submissive little boyfriend!” She swung the door back open and pointed. Her gorgeous green eyes were twinkling, and that smugly possessive smile she always gets when she means to get seriously dominant with me had once again claimed her beautiful face. Naturally I’m powerless when confronted with this, and I both eagerly and uneasily obeyed her. “Yes, dear,” I murmured, and Jenae laughed excitedly as she swung the door shut and locked it again, this time from the inside. “I think that from now on you should always address me as ‘Mistress’, or even ‘Goddess’,” she declared. “I’ve got some toys I’ve been buying, and some plans I’ve been developing in anticipation of this night for some time now. I was going to wait until this evening to spring them on you, but I guess there’s no time like the present. “You’ve just admitted that you love being submissive to me; love being bound and helpless and subject to my total control and overwhelmingly dominant sexuality. So today and tonight I’m going make all of your wildest fantasies and scariest dreams an enduring reality!” By this time I was naked, and rigidly erect. My competing eagerness and uneasiness were boiling in my balls like never before, and I whined desperately as Jenae grabbed me by my throbbing c**k, and then wound a half-inch wide Velcro strap tightly about the base. After that my semen was secured in my sack, and my erection utterly unable to wilt – not that that was likely. Naked before my long-time girlfriend and implacable new Goddess, I was suddenly as horny as never before. Of course, at six feet-one and one hundred fifty-five pounds, 38-24-36, with long, curly, ash-blond hair, a washboard belly, perfectly muscled statuesque legs and an otherwise awesomely fit body, Jenae has always been attractive enough to render me weak-kneed, hard-c****d and with a madly palpitating heart. And as for her breasts – don’t even get me started! Not only do they fill a double-d cup bra to bursting, and are exact mirror images of each other, the n*****s tipping them are truly extraordinary. Huge, naturally protuberant, their red-brown aureoles are easily the circumference of silver dollars. Yet rather than lie timidly flat they form thick, stiff cones that cap those already impressive t**s like arrowheads grafted onto artillery shells. Even when quiescent they stick out almost an entire inch before sharpening even further into long, quivering points. Of course, all that is amazing and arousing enough, but once she gets turned on! Once one of them is filling my slavering mouth, or scraping across my helpless face, they get so hard and pebbly and pointy they feel like they could cut your tongue right in half, or effortlessly put out an eye. Even poking through her tight sweater as she clutched my c**k and arrogantly confronted me they turned me immediately into helplessly horny jelly. But beyond even this ultimate carnal temptation, Jenae’s sudden new determination to capitalize upon my always-obvious submissive tendencies suddenly had me more devoted and attracted to her than I’d ever imagined. When she proceeded to drag me unceremoniously toward the hard-backed armless chair at her desk, the only thing that kept me from collapsing weakly into it was her hard grip on my even harder c**k. First she picked up a u-shaped cushion used for providing neck support while reading or watching TV in bed, and placed it on the seat. Then she finally shoved me down onto it, where it would instead support my ass: propping up my hips to further improve her penetration while at the same time allowing her access to my balls. Without being told I spread my legs outside those of the chair and hooked my feet around them at the bottom. Goddess Jenae grabbed a handful of ropes from her closet, and quickly bound my legs to those of the chair at both the ankles and knees. Then she pulled my arms around behind the back rest and tightly tied them there. The last and longest rope was then wound about my torso, securing my shoulders, chest, belly and waist decisively to the chair. This is usually the extent of my bondage – after all, how much more helpless can a man get? But then with a gleeful little giggle Jenae produced the first two of the new toys she’d purchased: a perforated ball-gag and a wide leather blindfold. I managed only a surprised grunt of protest as the first was forced in and buckled tight, filling my mouth completely. Then with another giggle and a “Bye-bye, cutie-pie!” the second was strapped about my head, enclosing me in total darkness. I had only my ears then to follow Jenae’s further preparations as she stripped and slipped into something more appropriate, gathered together a number of items and struck a match to light a candle or cigarette or something. Then at last she approached where I sat: gagged, blind, bound, and utterly at her mercy. Suddenly fire burned my right n****e, and I lurched against my bonds, yelling my surprise and pain into the big ball stuffing my mouth. “Oh, settle down!” Jenae soothed. “I’m just singeing away what little chest hair you have. Be a good boy, or I’ll use the candle for your underarms and crotch, too. Besides, today’s going to be primarily about pain for you, little man, so get used to it!” She burned my other n****e then. I endured it quietly this time. But then cold metal clamped down tightly on both abused t**s, and I bleated in dismay. “That’s a pants hanger from my closet. But instead of being clipped to my slacks and hanging from the rod, its going too spent today clipped to your nips and with weights hanging from the hook.” Goddess Jenae added these, causing the clamps to bite in worse and pull down hard, and I squirmed and whimpered uncontrollably. “Now we’ll just take care of your groin…” Scissors began snipping away at my pubic hair, and I forced myself to stillness. As little as I welcomed what was happening down there, I certainly wanted no slip-ups. I was even more careful when the shaving got underway. Finally Jenae had my crotch and balls baby-smooth and bare. Then she doused the tender, irritated skin with rubbing alcohol, once again causing me to lurch and scream and struggle. And yet had I but known it, the madness was barely beginning. Immediately my Goddess began teasing and tormenting my urgent erection with everything imaginable. From rubbing it with ice cubes to dripping hot wax on it, from pulling it cruelly up until the chair tipped back to pressing it down until it was practically back-bent, from twisting it viciously, to biting it with her teeth, she constantly kept me squirming and whimpering and trying to guess which torture came next. She even dragged the vacuum cleaner up, inserted my boner into the hose and switched it on. This powerful suction ripped at my rigid erection until I thought it would come off. But always I remained igneous-rock hard. The truth is I’m so in love with this big, strong, consummately dominant girl that even her worst cruelties only turn me on even more. And perhaps she at last recognized this, and finally decided to reward my devotion. Or perhaps she just couldn’t wait much longer to enjoy that stiffly upright organ for herself. “Okay, my sweetly compliant little slave. I guess that’s enough pain – at least for now. Now it’s time to torment you with pleasure!” Reward or not, what followed was perhaps worse. Goddess Jenae began using every trick and toy in her extensive repertoire to stimulate me beyond any sane threshold. And with my c**k pitilessly tied off, any orgasmic relief was impossible to achieve. I soon found myself squirming and whimpering worse than ever. Goddess caressed me, pumped me, rapidly jacked me; she lubricated her palm with oil and slipped me through her slickened fist until I was moaning with delirium. Simultaneously she pressed a buzzing vibrator to my balls, and then wedged it into place there while she escalated her attentions even more. She rubbed my erection against her incredible n*****s, pumped it between her big round breasts for an age, and then at last began performing fellatio on me with an insidious skill. She kissed me, teased me with unpredictable licks, ran her tongue up and down the shaft and all around it from tip to balls, pausing only to periodically engulf one or the other of these and suck and suck like a starving succubus. Only after an eternity of this did she at last commence a proper rhythm: clamping her thick soft lips around me and bobbing like a metronome, deep-throating me with a speed and ease that had my buzzing balls boiling with their need for release. And still the madding ecstasy escalated… After gobbling me for the Goddess only knows how long, the glorious and incomparable Jenae at last swung astride my lap and straddled me. Crushing my straining erection flat, wetting and burning it with the hot moist cleft of her s*x, she grabbed my head with both strong hands and buried it between her breasts. Then she began twisting and writhing, simultaneously stimulating my trapped and raging prick and grinding those soft yet firm, resilient yet yielding double-D knockers and huge stiff n*****s against my blindfolded and ball-gagged face. This continued for yet another unguessable eternity, until at last my tormenting temptress rose up just enough to allow my raging rigidity to pop back upright under her. “Here we go, you f*****g little slut!” she gasped. “Time for you to satisfy me!” And with that she dropped back atop me, socketing our shaved-bare crotches so tightly together so swiftly and deeply that both of us screamed at the exquisite sensation of immediate maximum penetration. Then as promised my gorgeous Goddess began violently, vigorously, viciously f*****g me.