Slut Boy Mega Collection Volume 3

Chapter One-3

This time the muscles gripping me were stronger, tighter. The conflicting pleasure and need were more intense, and the passions that drove my mounted goddess even more flaming than before. If she’d been a deity of lightning f*****g me with her cunt, then she burned like Ra the sun goddess using her ass. By the time she’d ridden out yet another succession of spectacularly crackling flares, I was running with sweat myself and left weak and limp in every muscle but one. Still my captive hard-on burned like a rod of white-hot steel. Still my balls churned like a cauldron. And still my head swam with a stew of adrenaline, endorphins, and other hormones continuously accumulating with no possibility of release. Desperately I gasped for sense and breath. Utterly conquered, this time I was helpless to resist when again my mounted goddess put me to the question.

“Did you see how much incredible fun that was, my stubborn little Slut-boy? Could you possibly count the number of times I climaxed with a big hard d**k stabbing into my ass? And I don’t even have a prostate gland! Now you simply must accept your fate, and nod for me to don one of my many beautiful strap-ons. Then I will allow you to come like the gods themselves!”

Wearily, reluctantly, miserably I finally did as I was told. I was desperate for any chance to empty my balls, and end my frustrating ordeal. But when Goddess Katia cheered with glee at my submission, and fell upon my face with dozens of grateful kisses, that inescapable arousal spiked yet again.

Painful and shameful or not, surely anything that excited and fulfilled my goddess this much, simply had to generate an equal or greater sympathetic response in me. And at the very least, Goddess had promised to finally allow me to ejaculate. With the exception of my wonderful goddess’ every pleasure, nothing had become more important to me.

Still exuding an exhilarating anticipation, Goddess Katia slid off my insistent erection. She crawled up to the head of the bed and opened one of the dozen or so compartments bracketing the wide mirror set into her huge bed’s mahogany headboard. A jumble of vibrators, dildos, and various harnesses fell out, and Goddess spoke teasingly to me as she crouched by my face and sorted through them. “What I’d really like to wear are my p***s pants. I’ve got these skimpy, flesh-colored, skin-tight latex short-shorts with a big twelve-incher built right into them. That enormous p***s is totally life-like, with a killer vibrator inside. Not only that; the balls are connected to a deep inner probe that fills me up. That way every stroke I give you also f***s me. But you’re not ready for that much c**k yet, and it wouldn’t go with my outfit. Here! This one will look great on me, and it’s small enough to gently break you in.”

She smiled down compassionately. “I will be gentle with you, Slut-boy. At least at first. Remember, I love you deeply and dearly and forever. I want everything I do to you to be extremely rewarding to us both. Later, when you’re ready for it, I will be as ferocious and demanding as you can stand—and then some. But for right now I’m still sweetly initiating my virgin butt-slave into something that currently scares him, but that will ultimately provide him with a lifetime of fulfillment.”

I was scared all right. Despite my competing enervation and arousal, a cold coil of panic spun rapidly inside me, as Goddess held up her choice and then began strapping it on.

The black harness of leather and plastic perfectly matched her collar and garter belt. The three minimalist straps boasted the same glittering gold spikes, and the curved triangular base plate was gleaming jet, and perfectly molded and cushioned to cup and protect my goddess’ holy mons venerus. Yet cast of the same black plastic, indeed all of a single molded piece, it was of course the lordly dildo itself that sent tremors through my gut and shivers down my spine.

She said that was small? She considered f*****g me with that to be gently breaking me in? The slightly curved shaft alone was over an inch and a half thick, and it was further ribbed everywhere with bulging veins. After perhaps eight inches of this, it swelled without foreskin into a bulbous, beautifully realized head the size of a goose egg. At its longest and widest, my goddess’s c**k must have been nearly ten by two full inches.

Right in front of me, perhaps a foot from my gagged, goggle-eyed face, Goddess Katia knelt and donned her fearsome strap-on. Breathing heavily, giggling excitedly, rashed out in wonderfully marbling goose bumps, she had it firmly secured in seconds.

As she’d suggested, it looked stunning on her, a perfectly integral accessory that blended seamlessly with her stockings, garter-belt, collar and chains. It even went with her enormous breasts, balancing out somehow her tiny waist and crotch with that spectacularly opulent top.

The thought suddenly flitted through my head that she probably did look even better, more symmetrical and imposing both, wearing just the p***s pants she’d described and nothing else. The incredible size, simulated balls, no straps or buckles with skin-tight latex effortless blending into flesh... As Goddess posed next to me, stroking my cheek and brow with one hand and her hard c**k eagerly with the other, my burning arousal at last vanquished my shame and fear.

I still felt weak, cowed and uneasy. But the churning volcano in my groin and the glorious spectacle of my ravishing goddess’ ravening need had me once again straining desperately at that strangling satin ribbon. After giving me five more seconds to behold her glory and contemplate my fate (all that either of us could possibly endure), Goddess Katia rolled me onto my side. Leaving one pillow in front of me, she tossed away the one blocking access to my butt. Then she lay down on her side behind me and began releasing my legs from their belts.

Once they were free, she bent the top leg up. I felt her hand down between them, and then that hot, buzzing cylinder was switched off, twisted, wriggled, and slowly withdrawn. In its aftermath, I felt cold and sore and uncomfortably empty. But not for long.

First the nozzle of the lotion bottle took its place, and warm, creamy liquid squirted up into me. It almost felt like—

But then my goddess moved up close, snuggling against my backside. “Bend a bit at the hips, sweetie,” she breathed at me. “Give me your virginity!”

The husky throb of her voice was powerfully arousing, the command in it even more so. I swiftly complied, pushing back against her. I felt her quick intake of breath, her fingers spreading me and guiding herself, and then that big hard knob pushed into me.

I gasped in pain, feeling my erection twitch avidly. Still she pushed forward, driving that bulbous head and more and more of the wickedly ridged shaft inside. It stretched me, it filled me; it split me down the middle. It hurt worse than anything I’d ever experienced before. But for some damned reason it also quickened my already considerable arousal.

It quickened Goddess’s, too. She hissed at me, lifting my leg higher and thrusting forward, using a strength I didn’t know she had to both gently and firmly take me. “Oh, you are so mine, Slut-boy! From this moment forward your ass belongs to me! Doing this to you makes me so f*****g hot that nothing in the universe will ever keep me away from it! I hereby claim your ass-cherry, and exclusive rights to your bottom for all time!”

Perhaps she was only halfway in. The vibe had touched me deeper, but Goddess’s c**k was of course much thicker, and not smooth. My teeth were biting down hard on the whiffle ball, and I was snuffling and keening through it uncontrollably. Sensing that I’d reached my present limit, Goddess paused. Stroking my flank soothingly, she murmured sweet nothings into my ear and allowed me a moment to adjust. Then her hand slid low on my belly and she thrust herself deeper.

Again I gasped, and released an inarticulate little cry. Again my pounding erection strained forward, and my head swam with agony, arousal, and shame at what was being done to me. I felt like I’d sat atop a baseball bat, and it was fatally skewering me. But there was nothing I could do. I was then and forevermore at my goddess’s tender mercies.

Luckily she remained tender, once again giving me soothing encouragement and time to adjust. But the flame of lust raging within her couldn’t be damped forever. Satisfied with the preliminary depth she’d achieved, she soon began butt-f*****g me proper, pulling back and thrusting forward, sliding in and out of me and pushing herself a wee bit deeper with each stroke. I cried, and quivered, and felt my own frustrated c**k throb hard in sympathy, as Goddess Katia finally settled into a smooth, pneumatic rhythm.

Gradually the pain lessened, or merely translated itself into even greater arousal. Goddess’s right hand knotted in my hair, her hot breath scalding the back of my neck, her own moans of excitement and gasped commands thrilled me despite myself. I pushed my butt back further into her strokes, welcoming the sudden increase in agony, as she finally bottomed out.

Her entire ten inches had found their way in, and her crotch-plate and pelvis slapping against the raw welts covering my ass became an added delicious torment. Satisfied that I was at last properly accepting her, Goddess Katia picked up the pace, spooning ever more vigorously with me in her huge, mirrored waterbed. Then, along with her constant whispered urges and orders to “Take it, Slut-boy, take my c**k; take it all!” she again began using her free hand on me as well. From stroking and caressing my hip and flank, or pressing in on my lower abdomen, she suddenly reached up and yanked off the n****e clamps she’d placed on me an eternity ago.

My t**s had long since gone numb from lack of blood. But now they flamed back into excruciating life. Burned, pinched, deeply indented, they responded to Goddess’s urgent rubbing, twisting and squeezing with a new flood of sensation that had me writhing again in an insane masochistic transport. Feeding on my all-too obvious agonized arousal, Goddess f****d me harder yet and at last reached down to fondle my erection.

Once again I would have come without the ribbon. I don’t know if Goddess was right about the effects of prostate massage or if it was my own increasingly perverted libido, but once again I was churning within, a capped volcano desperate to blow. Higher and higher climbed my frustrated need, as Goddess Katia plowed relentlessly in and out of me and simultaneously gripped and pulled and pumped on my captive rod.

Our dueling arousals fed on each other. My groans and cries and grateful tears, and Goddess’s whistling breath and panting exhortations, built upon each other until I thought I could stand it no more. With every thrust into my ass, she pulled back hard on my d**k, simultaneous painfully filling me up and giving me an exquisite simulation of entry. I was sobbing and raging, agonized and avid, dying and just barely being denied entrance into heaven when at last her hand dropped down, grasped the trailing end of the ribbon, and suddenly pulled free the bow imprisoning me.

I should have erupted right then. But Goddess Katia didn’t give me a chance. She pulled out, disrupting our rhythm, and suddenly shoved me over onto my face. Once again I found myself prone, with my arms still locked down snugly at my sides and my burning erection mashed into a feather pillow elevating my ass.

Quickly Goddess rolled atop me. She split my legs out painfully wide and knelt between them. Less than three seconds after she’d popped out of my hole she was stabbing her way back into it. Only this time our respective postures gave her an advantage she hadn’t had before, and she zealously made the most of it.

Soon she was spearing into my body with a speed and fury that put my own best efforts at f*****g to humiliating shame. She got herself considerably deeper too, quickly becoming as ferocious and demanding as she’d promised to earlier. I moaned, I groaned, I grunted, squealed and sobbed, as Goddess Katia’s jackhammering frenzy both raped me to the core and simultaneously rubbed my erection backwards and forwards on the frictionless silk beneath it.