Slut Boy Mega Collection Volume 2

Chapter One-2

Goddess Jenae rode me like a deity possessed.

Her hips pumped against my bound body and burning boner in an ever-accelerating ascension that rendered us both temporarily insane. Her screams of ecstasy climbed piercingly, surely alerting the entire dorm wing to our maniacal coupling, but neither of us even considered this. We were both caught up, gripped by a primitive rutting fever that demanded nothing less than our entire energies and attention. Soon Jenae’s cunt was convulsing on my c**k, as multiple orgasms shuddered through her. Yet this only seemed to spur her on to ever more intense efforts. Meanwhile I panted explosively through my nose and the perforated ball-gag, my breath whistling through both and my own uncontainable cries keening around that spherical obstruction.

My inability to achieve release tormented me worse than ever, and eventually I began weeping, so trapped between ecstasy and need, so simultaneously stimulated and frustrated that I had no other outlet for the emotional and hormonal storm that raged within me. Still Goddess f****d me on, riding me like an inanimate exercise machine, somehow maintaining her rhythm even as she repeatedly slapped me, gasping out insults and demands between her orgasmic screams.

“You slut! You f*****g wimp! Come on! Give it to me! Give me that f*****g c**k! It’s mine and you know it! So give it to me! Give it to me! Give it to me!”

Like I had any choice.

Tightly bound beneath her, utterly unable to escape into orgasm, I somehow mindlessly endured that ferocious feminine onslaught, until at last even my glorious Goddess was inexplicably exhausted. One last continuously escalating carnal crescendo, one last viciously vigorous s****l attack that saw her lacquered nails sink deep enough into my shoulders to draw blood and deep enough into my submissive psyche to make me feel the possessed and penetrated one; one last convulsively quivering climax, and she at last collapsed panting and gasping atop me.

Several minutes of slow recovery ensued for both of us. Then Goddess Jenae began smoothing my hair, kissing my forehead, blindfold, and tear-streaked cheeks. She murmured insulting endearments into my ears.

“Ah, my sweet, submissive little slut. You really are a wimpy excuse for a man; do you know that? I f**k you this way because it’s the only way your puny little d**k gets deep enough inside me to make me really come. But don’t worry, my lifelong love. Despite your inadequacies I wouldn’t trade you for anyone else in the entire world. But because of them I’m also going to have to change you quite a bit…

“You know you’re a wimpy little sissy at heart, don’t you? Well, I’ve decided to make you into a complete and total sissy from head to toenails. And you’re going to submit to this, firstly because you know you want and deserve it, and secondly because it’s the only way you’ll get to keep me as a girlfriend, lover, and eventually a pitilessly domineering wife. Face it: you belong to me, little man. And I will do with you whatever I choose; whatever happens to turn me on. And for quite a while now, the thought of making you over into my slutty little sissy-boy slave has been turning me on immensely. So I guess what I’m saying is that today is not just the anniversary of our first date. It’s going to mark a whole new beginning and a final end to the old inadequately male you.”

With that unnerving announcement, Goddess at last climbed off me. “I’m starving, sissy-boy. I’m going to step out for an early dinner. You will stay here, just as you are now: blind and bound and gagged. And while I’m gone, you will sit there, and think about how incredibly much you love me, and about how much you’re looking forward to serving me for the rest of your life, and about how you can’t wait for me to return and thoroughly transform you. You will also look hungrily, desperately forward to your orgasm tonight. You’ll look forward to that as though it were the last ejaculation you’ll ever have…”

Goddess’ voice trailed off a moment; then her words and footsteps returned. “To help you in all this, and to keep you properly focused and thinking only of me, I’m going to leave you with something quite painful – something more than just those heavy weights clamped to your tiny little man-t**s. A little fire and ice, a temporary gift from your divine, holy, eternal, fundamentally elemental Goddess…”

I heard the snap of a rubber glove being donned. Then a moment later that rubber-gloved hand gripped my upright c**k, thickly smearing it with some smooth, sticky substance. A moment after THAT, the most sensitive skin on my body burst into agonized flame, and I knew immediately what that substance was: Atomic Balm.

In addition to regularly running, lifting weights and doing vigorous calisthenics, Jenae was a member of the University’s soccer, basketball and track teams. As such she had access to unlimited supplies of Atomic Balm, a substance similar to Ben-Gay or Icy-Hot, only far more powerful. Naturally as the boyfriend of such an athletic lady I’d had ample opportunity to smell this substance on her after minor muscle strains and the like, but this was the first I’d ever felt it. And as my implacable Goddess spread it liberally all over my still-hard c**k, still-boiling balls and still-raw groin, I desperately wished to have remained ignorant of it forever. It was if someone had taken a blowtorch to my crotch. Once again I found myself writhing and whimpering. Yet right away my Goddess’ snapped command stilled me.

“Quit squirming, you! I need stillness here…”

I felt her hand between my legs, then brushing my balls. Then, thanks to the cushion elevating my butt and allowing access, I felt icy coldness pushing into my anus. Jenae giggled at my shocked and uncomfortable hiss. Then she pushed harder, and forced the entire ice cube up my ass. Then she pushed in another, and another, and another. And another! And another! Perhaps half a dozen in total filled my rectum, as painful as the fire growing ever greater in my groin. At last Goddess relented though, and withdrew from my vicinity. I heard her donning her overcoat, and then moving toward the door.

“Remember, sissy, think of me, and of your portentous orgasm! I’ll be back in an hour or so, okay? Love you!” And with that she was gone, leaving me to suffer, obey her, and contemplate all that was so quickly occurring here – though that last was damn hard considering the competing fire and ice tormenting my nether regions.

Naturally she was right, of course. I loved her so desperately, and was so desperately aroused by her even – or especially – when she was at her most dominant, that I would unquestionably submit to whatever she wanted from me. But what was all this about transformation, calling me a sissy and stuff? I may be a few inches shorter than her, and rather slender, and probably weaker physically, and okay, I don’t have the biggest d**k in the world. But just because I’m always nice, sweet, responsible, affectionate, and immediately defer to her in everything doesn’t make me gay or anything. It just makes me a nice guy: intelligent, sensitive, and okay, maybe a little bit wimpy. But that’s what she likes about me, right? So what’s to change? At last I gave up, and decided to just wait and see. Nothing could possibly make me stop loving her. So I’d just go with the flow, accept whatever came up, and as always do everything possible to please her. She was my Goddess after all, the owner of my soul. That she now wanted complete control of my body as well suddenly seemed only perfectly right and natural.

Gradually the ice cubes melted, and trickled out of me. The fire coating my genitals was slower to go; yet I maintained my irrational arousal, and the urgency of my erection, by periodically struggling with my bonds, loving the friction this generated. Slowly the time passed, although being blindfolded I had no way to measure this. Yet at last I heard my Goddess’ key in the lock, and my heart immediately swelled with love, and sped up with relief, excitement, and, as always, incredible, uncontrollable lust.

“Hi sweetie! I’m back!” The door opened, shut, and was locked again. Jenae’s jacket dropped to the floor, and her high-heeled footsteps approached. “I brought you some dinner too, some wholly appropriate foods for the new sissy.”

Goddess unbuckled and removed my ball-gag, and then carefully washed the last of the Atomic Balm from my still obediently erect c**k. Then she straddled me again, sinking right back down upon that long lasting (and long-suffering) boner. But rather than f**k me again she just sat in my lap, squirming on it a bit, running her fingers through my long brown hair and kissing me passionately. “Oh God, I missed you so much, my sweet little sissy slave. Did you miss me too?”

“Of course my Goddess!” I gasped. “Every second we’re apart tortures me far worse than anything you’ve ever done or possibly could do to me!”

“Good,” she breathed down at me. “I love it that you suffer for me so. But I love to be here, inflicting that suffering even more!” Her tongue pushed into my mouth then, invading it aggressively, and we sucked each other’s face for several long minutes. Then at last Goddess Jenae broke away. “That was just the appetizer. Now I’ve got a complete three-course meal for you, and after that, dessert.”

She shifted a moment, and I down by the floor I heard her small picnic cooler open.

“First the fruit…” I heard the soft but distinctive sound of a banana being peeled. “Open up, sissy!”

I obeyed, and she thrust the tip of it into my mouth. “Now, I don’t want you to use your teeth, all right? Soften and gently break off a piece with your lips. Then use your tongue to mush it up and swallow. Do it slowly, savoring every morsel.”

I obeyed, gradually consuming the entire banana as ordered, uncomfortably conscious of what my pursing lips about the cylindrical width of the fruit symbolized. Next Goddess fed me a very long sweet pickle. This I was forced to use my teeth on, but once again the phallic connotations were unmistakable.

“There,” she spoke with great satisfaction. “So much for the fruit and vegetable. Now for the meat! Just purse your lips around this. Don’t bite until I tell you!”

‘This’ turned out to be a thick raw hot dog of course, the natural skinned, foot-long variety. And once it was between my lips Goddess began gently sliding it in and out, in and out, deeper each time until it was poking the back of my throat. I gagged at this, and Goddess giggled.

“Looks like we need some practice at this, don’t we? I’m going to keep doing this to you until you learn not to gag on it. So get used to it quick, sissy-boy!”

Nearly five minutes passed, and my cheeks were wet with tears and my lips and chin slick with drool before I finally achieved the required feat. Only then did Goddess at last allow me to eat the big wiener, one small nibble at a time. Dessert then turned out to be a cylindrical cherry popsicle, and once again I was forced to simulate fellatio: pursing my lips, sucking like mad, and scrubbing it with my tongue as Goddess slipped it slowly, rhythmically in and out of my mouth.

Then at last my admittedly peculiar meal was over. Of course, with Goddess sitting right on my lap, clutching my waist with her legs and my c**k with her holy v****a, occasionally brushing my face with her breasts, I was quite turned on by the whole process. But I have to admit, by the end I was turned on as much by the ritual s****l pantomime involved as I was by everything else. Goddess recognized this, and my reward/punishment was yet more pleasure/torment, copulation/frustration.

“Good boy,” she purred. “Or should I say ‘good girl’, you skilled little cocksucker? Let’s see if you’re still able to perform as a man after that…” She placed one of her giant n*****s in my mouth then and began slowly pumping her hips. Then as I suckled as ravenously as a starving calf at that duct-filled gland, she once again worked her way up to f*****g me just as violently, viciously, and vigorously as before, to multiple orgasms for her, and to burning, churning, unbelievable, unrelievable need for me. But at last she was sated once again, and with one last deep, relishing soul kiss she climbed off of me.