Slut Boy Mega Collection Volume 3

Chapter One-2

“You know this is for your own good, Slut-boy.”

I nodded, miserable, resigned. But surprisingly, Goddess Katia suddenly smiled at me, and in a genuinely commiserating way.

“I’m truly sorry, Slut-boy. I really do love you dearly. But I’m going to do my duty here, and properly train you into an acceptable slut. You’ve got a serious whipping coming both front and back for that despicable trick! Maybe after that you’ll get your timing back!” Goddess doubled the belt in her fist. Then straightaway she began to briskly whip my crotch with it.

Still tingling a bit with the power of my recent orgasm, my spent genitals suddenly burst into flame. Harder and harder Goddess Katia slashed her doubled strap against both my s*x organs and the surrounding flesh, creating welts and bruises that immediately superseded my mild burns as sources of concern. After perhaps less than ten minutes of this, I was truly in blinding agony. Yet I didn’t need sight to perceive how excited and turned-on my glorious goddess was becoming. I could tell she was flushed and avid, approaching another orgasm with no more physical goad than the relentless rhythm of wielding her whip. And of course, my goddess being turned on turns me on. Soon I found myself in an insane state of both excruciating pain and teeming lust. Tears streamed down my face, and I sobbed helplessly into my gag, but my guilty c**k actually began to twitch and stiffen under its punishment. Seeing this happen, my goddess did reach her orgasm, shrieking with glee as she flailed away at me, delivering one last frantic flurry of blows that rendered me both a mottled purple-black and fully erect. Only then did my punishment pause.

Goddess’s hand caressed my swollen, wounded flesh. Then she leaned over my face and began kissing away my tears, lovingly consoling and reassuring me.

“There, there, Slut-boy! You’re still intact. And that’s half your whipping finished already. Better yet, it looks like your naughty little p***s is finally starting to learn its lesson. I’m so proud of you! Here, blow your nose, sweetie. It’s destroying your beauty.”

She held a handkerchief for me, and at last I managed to stop sniffling and whimpering. I blew, and Goddess tidied me up in the most benevolent manner.

“There,” she smiled. “Now I can roll you over and take care of the other half!”

Goddess got another pillow, and positioned it right next to the one propping up my butt. Then she gripped me by the shoulder and thigh and deftly flipped me over onto it.

I was facedown, cheek pressing the coverlet while my hard-on was mashed into the firm but soft and oh-so-smooth silk feather pillow elevating my hips. With my butt thrust up I made a perfect target, and right away the punishment resumed.

At first my goddess stroked away just like before, at close range with the doubled-over strap. This hurt like hell of course; but at least back there the flesh was thick, and the nerve endings not nearly so profuse. Surely aware of this, Goddess Katia soon changed tactics.

This sixth belt was by far her longest and thinnest, and she’d clearly saved it aside for that reason. When she finally dropped the perforated end and gripped it solely by the buckle, it became a beautifully supple and incisive single-tail whip. She backed up a bit on the bed to give herself more space. Then my goddess began flinging her entire lash, slicing into my upthrust ass, painting it with livid excruciation.

Still my d**k was hard against the pillow, and my every downward cringe crushed it more. Strangely, despite unprecedented agony that kept me screaming into the coverlet, I somehow remained perversely aroused, even exalted once again. Endorphin overload made me high, and the grunts and cries of Goddess’s holy transport were more arousing than any hormone. So stimulated and gratified was I by the fact of her s****l pleasure that eventually I even began to raise my hips up to meet those slashing, flaying blows of the whip.

Facedown and tightly bound, I squirmed and humped atop the pillow, alternately pleasuring my erection and lifting my ass, reveling in each stroke of my wonderful punishment. Masochistically avid, I writhed madly like this for Goddess only knows how long. Until both my butt and the belt were bloody, at least, Goddess had had another shrieking orgasm, and I was again on the verge. Only then did she at last drop her whip, climb from the bed and head into the nearby bathroom.

Blinking through my tears, watching in the mirrored headboard, I saw her return with a warm washcloth and a bottle of lotion.

Once again Katia was sweet and kind and loving as she tended to me.

She teased and complimented me as she cleaned my wounds, and the way she rubbed the soothing lotion over and into my entire ass made my hard-on throb harder than ever. Then even into my anus ran the slippery liquid, followed by my goddess’ probing, stroking finger. I gasped and twitched even harder at this, and gave a long sigh that smacked of loss when it withdrew. But then right away something cold and tapered and metal pressed in. I gasped, and clenched up, as panic ran through me.

“Relax, Slut-boy. Don’t worry.” Goddess stroked me soothingly. “I’m not going to f**k you. I know you aren’t ready for my strap-on yet. That’ll take a while. You straight guys always have so many macho hang-ups to deal with first. You poor fools! You can’t handle the incredible pleasure of a good butt f*****g even when it’s a gorgeous woman doing the f*****g. But luckily I’ve found almost all males to be trainable. Wearing this vibrator for a while should help to get you ready for me.”

That crass insult sank in and worried at me. I couldn’t relax, and I couldn’t ‘not worry’, but at least I managed to unclench my muscles, and remain obediently submissive as I was violated. Six by one inches of cold cylindrical metal slid into my rectum, invading and occupying me painfully. But at last that insidious phallus was securely lodged. Goddess turned a dial on it, and immediately an electric buzzing arose.

I groaned in unexpected pleasure as that heat spread out, further stoking the already raging fire in my loins. As Goddess suddenly rolled me back over onto my original pillow, the vibe stayed in place and my emphatic erection waggled and throbbed and strained heavenward.

“There! You see Slut-boy? It’s working already. Either that, or your punishment has been as good for you as I said it would be. I don’t think I have ever seen your p***s more erect.

“In fact,” she stroked and fondled that black and blue and raging red monster, “I don’t think I care to trust you with it. I’m about to reward you, both for your great wisdom in choosing to serve me, and for your reasonably graceful acceptance of your oh-so- necessary punishment. It would be blackly ironic if you failed me again in the middle of this, no?”

Goddess Katia produced a black satin ribbon. Smiling possessively, she used an ornate bow to tie this tightly about the base of my c**k and balls, ensuring that my raging erection would stay that way indefinitely. Then she gleamed with pure glee and began playing with me.

Goddess kissed me, savoring a bit of leaking sweetness. She caressed me. She closed me in her fist and slowly pumped me, pulling down hard at the same time. Then she began to jerk me faster, jacking me briskly until I moaned uncontrollably and began squirming in my bonds. Yet this was but a mere harbinger, the simplest trick in her cruelly extensive c**k-teasing repertoire.

She began twisting me, slapping me, squeezing me, ever more roughly abusing me. She particularly favored the old-fashioned Indian burn. Mixing these tortures with ever more arousing pleasures, Goddess rubbed me against and between her big firm breasts until only the imprisoning ribbon kept me from shooting out forcefully all over them. Then once again it was back to even worse abuse, before at last came the ultimate escalation.

Finally she battened on me, licking and sucking and vigorously fellating me, grunting with savage joy as she impaled herself. Squeezing and twisting my balls, she bobbed and gobbled and slurped and sucked on my greatest erection ever until I writhed madly beneath her, and wept at the combination of surpassing pleasure and pitiless frustration. I was literally out of my mind when she finally pulled me out with a pop and declared the foreplay over.

Green eyes shining with zeal, Goddess Katia smiled like a sunrise and swung her body back astride mine. “Okay, Slut-boy. Here comes your reward!” Straddling my hips, she slipped my swollen glans expertly across her clit and into the hot wet heaven of her v****a. Then she sank down onto me, crying out her pleasure as every inch of rigid shaft slid up inside her tight little body.

I thought I was out of my mind before? I thought I’d been getting great s*x from Katia for weeks? How sheltered I clearly was! The way she suddenly launched herself into this copulation blew my every previous s****l experience completely away.

Whether leaning back with her breasts bobbing beautifully on her ribs or crouching forward with them dangling and dancing madly in my face, petite and mobile Goddess Katia built and sustained a greased-lightening rhythm that I swear was superhuman.

Obviously she deserved her title. I was immediately in a state of rapturous awe (as well as hormone overload), but once again even more arousing than her physical kinetics was the psychic demand of her transcendent need. The flushed hue of her skin, the sharpness of her n*****s, the tight curl of her toes, the raging heat of her s*x and the escalating pitch of her cries all testified to the (so far) unprecedented height of her arousal. Carried by this carnal crescendo far beyond any conceivable threshold, my own desperate s*x organs spasmed and shuddered non-stop, as orgasm after orgasm struggled against that black satin ribbon and lost.

Not a drop of semen escaped me. Yet the denial of my climax undoubtedly served much the better the many that my goddess soon reached. Riding her captive slave to and through unimaginable realms of heaven, Goddess Katia shrieked and shivered out so many Olympian peaks in the hour or so that she clutched and crushed and used me that I lost count. There was only the inevitable and repeating escalation of screams, the impossible increase in her already manic pace, and the clenching and undulating of her vaginal walls, as she constantly mocked and multiplied the spasms of my own cruelly frustrated failures. Finally, after a relative eternity and one last sky-scorching orgasm, my Goddess slowed her seemingly supersonic pace, dropped back to Earth, and at last stopped atop me. Still tightly clutching my hips and d**k with the vise of her crotch, she panted, smiled, and dripped sweat on me until she finally got her breath back.

“How was your reward? Did you enjoy it, Slut-boy?”

Naturally I nodded emphatically, my raging erection still throbbing inside her and that hot buzzing vibe still thrilling electrically through me. Omniscient, my goddess immediately referred to this. “Well, now I want my reward. And you’re not going to come until I get it. You know exactly what I mean, Slut-boy!

“How does that vibrator feel? Good? Is that what’s keeping you so incredibly hard? It’s not my ribbon at all, is it? It’s being anally penetrated that’s turning you on so much. Having your prostate constantly massaged; that little nubbin is like a male g-spot. The more it gets stimulated, the more and more explosively you’re going to need to come. So how about it, Slut-boy? Are you ready for me yet? No? I’m always ready for you. I can’t wait to experience the incredible pleasure of anal sex.” So saying, Goddess slid up and down on my rock-hard c**k, redundantly ensuring my lubrication. Then she at last lifted off it, if only for a second. And when she came back down atop that swollen pole it was her holiest hole of all that opened to accept me.

Goddess Katia groaned exquisitely, as my red-hot erection slowly squeezed itself inside her sainted anus. The compression on me was unbelievable, so surely the penetration must have been correspondingly invasive for her. Deep inside a woman’s ass for the very first time, I cried out unintelligibly (but wholly recognizably) in combined arousal, excitement, and redoubled carnal frustration. Then I braced myself for what inevitably followed—a repeat of that previous impossibly driven copulation.