Slut Boy Mega Collection Volume 1

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

Birthday Precedent

I came home from work to find my two housemates – lovely lesbian lovers – were waiting there for me. To say their amazing appearance shocked me would be the understatement of the century. Both of them wore shiny black vinyl corsets that covered them from the tops of their breasts to the junction of their legs. Aside from these were only matching knee-high boots and bicep-high gauntlets, leaving their thighs, hips, buttocks, upper arms and shoulders bare. Most appalling of all, identical shiny black rubber c***s were affixed to their crotches, curving up almost ten inches out.

“Happy Birthday, Barry,” grinned Beth, the ravishing redhead. “After today, you’ll never be the same.”

“We’ve been checking out the browser history on your PC,” added beautiful blonde Trina with a superior smirk. ‘Girls Pegging Boys’? ‘Female Domination’? ‘Simpering s*x Slave’? ‘Endless Chastity’? ‘Enforced Feminization?’ You’ve got some interesting tastes in m**********n material boy!”

“But...but...” Mortified beyond belief, I was reduced to just blushing and stammering, my knees quivering weakly and my bowels turning to water. “But that’s just harmless fantasy stuff!”

“Not anymore!” avowed Beth emphatically. “From now on it’s going to be daily reality. We’re going to make you into the perfect roommate-slave for us, and allow you to live out all your wildest dreams at the same time. Now strip, b***h! Get your f*****g clothes off! We’ve been looking forward to this all month!”

Still in a disbelieving daze I began to slowly unbutton my shirt.

I tried to tell myself that my hands were shaking with trepidation rather than excitement. But it couldn’t have been fear that was making my balls tingle and my stupid member stiffen. Burning even hotter with humiliation, I soon found myself naked and shamefully erect before these two incomparably intimidating women, who smirking approached me carrying several coils of stout cotton cord.

“You see, Slut-boy?” teased Trina, as she knelt and used one end to bind a tight rope harness all about my grossly swollen genitals, “Look how hard you are! You’re going to love this. This is going to be the experience of a lifetime for you. Then it’s going to be a lifetime experience. Now get your ass in gear and come with me!”

She stood up, and using the rope as a leash began pulling me by the c**k and balls into the living room. Beth fell into step behind me, lightly scratching my goose-pimpled buttocks with her fingernails as we went. In single file we moved to the sturdy coffee table in the middle of the room.

This was highly polished maple about a foot and a half high, two and a half wide and four feet long. As we approached it I noticed that the couch had been pushed back against the wall to make room for a tripod-mounted video camera. The TV had likewise been pushed back, and it showed an image of the room centered on that table. As Beth went to push ‘record’ on the VCR, Trina ordered me onto it.

“Lie on your back there, Slut-boy. I want your head hanging off one end and your ass just off the other. Your new life as our slutty little slave is about to begin.”

Head swimming with dismay, chagrin, and yes, arousal I obeyed. Together my new Mistresses then began to bind me in place.

First they wound the rope on my genitals around and around my waist and under the tabletop before tying it off so tightly that my red, turgid erection jutted straight up at the ceiling. Next my legs were spread out wide with my knees off the sides, where my ankles were hooked around and then secured to the table legs, rendering me incapable of closing my thighs at all. Finally my arms were pulled around under and my wrists bound together. With my head hanging uncomfortably back over the edge then I watched upside-down in the television as my two vinyl-clad, c**k-sporting housemates picked up instruments of discipline: Beth a riding crop and Trina a wide leather belt. Grinning with promise they took up position on either side of me, careful not to block the camera angle.

“Now you naughty little Slut-boy,” said Trina, “We need to punish you for your filthy, perverted ways. Rest assured we’ll be doing this and worse every single day!” With that she swung her belt down overhand, cracking it across my belly even as Trina slashed her crop sidearm against my c**k.

It was impossible to say which hurt worse. Gravity and momentum gave the belt added impetus, while the erogenous flesh of my erection proved far more tender. Both women laughed with sadistic excitement at my wounded cry, and immediately swung again. Together they beat me, groin to neck, c**k and balls for nearly fifteen minutes before trading implements and areas of attack. Then they resumed, laughing all the while at my screams and sobs and pitiful entreaties. By the time they finally relented I was welted red and bruised black and blue all over, and wondering incredulously how I could have ever dreamed there could be anything erotic about such pitiless punishment. True my c**k stayed stiffly upright, but only because of the rope harness tightly cinching it so. And then they proceeded to punish that wicked organ even more insidiously.

Beth broke out a brand new bag of fifty stiff wooden clothespins. After clamping two apiece to my swollen n*****s – sharp, exquisite pain! – they began fastening the rest of them to my badly abraded balls and p***s. All up and down and the shaft they stuck out in every direction. All over the thin, sensitive skin of my scrotum they pinched agonizingly into me. And worst of all of course were the ten or so that soon festooned the tender purple head of my erection. The very last one they used to pinch closed my pee-hole at the very tip, leaving me squirming uncontrollably in sobbing excruciation. Then they clapped high-fives in triumph, and kissed and caressed each other with celebratory glee before turning back to gloat over me.

Beth: “Yeah Slut-boy! How do you like your new life so far?”

Trina: “I bet you never dreamed that filthy thing that used to give you so much pleasure could conversely cause you so much pain! Well you’d better get used to it! From now on pain and even worse frustration are the only sensations your p***s will ever be supplying you with!”

“Not to worry though,” cried redheaded Beth in response. “It’s finally time for your exciting new s*x life to start! Soon you’ll forget all about your poor little c**k in favor of mine and Trina’s!” Giggling deliciously she produced a bottle of baby oil, which she used to lube up her big, black, hard rubber monster. Then she knelt between my legs and proceeded to take my anal virginity from me.

This of course was the secret, forbidden pleasure I’d been dreaming of forever. And of course it proved instead a nightmare of epic insanity.

Beautiful Beth wasted no time at all. With a long-time lesbian’s practiced professionalism she pointed the head of her p***s at my hole, grabbed the ropes about my groin and slammed her hips forward, stabbing herself effortlessly up into me. Laughing delightedly again at my squeal of agony she began f*****g me, driving in and out of my tender tightness with a manic glee. Trina meanwhile circled the table to its other end, where my head hung back upside-down.

“Open wide Slut-boy!” she sang. “You’ve got two holes, two urgent Mistresses and two eager c***s to take!”

Helpless to do otherwise I complied. And in a trice I was taking twice the amount of f*****g: ten long thick inches from either end. Gagging on the erection that was plunging down my gullet I still managed to squeal at the one bludgeoning into my butt. Spitted between these two stiff rubber rods, the helpless play-toy of two cruel lesbian lovers, I suffered like no other man ever. Pitilessly yanked on by Beth’s grip and rhythm, my agonized erection flopped faster and faster backwards and forward, and every time a clothespin was knocked flying free renewed circulation caused another spike of agony. For hours they f****d me thus, pausing only in double-teaming me when they wanted to switch ends after orgasms. Then right away it was back to hammering away at my opposing holes, until at last every last clothespin was dislodged from my body, and exhaustion finally precluded any more such violent activity. Then it was time to put the terminal touches to my terrible transformation.

Trina at last untied my genitals, peeling that rope from the angry red furrows it had dug in my most tender flesh. Immediately I slumped into humblest flaccidity: perfect for what they next intended. A tight metal chastity cage was locked onto my c**k and soldered shut forever, with the key then ceremoniously destroyed. Next an enormous plug was forced deep into my rectum, and a hard rubber c**k gag locked into my mouth. Then while Beth stood guard with a threatening taser Trina comprehensively cross-dressed me, from coquettishly coiffed hair and made-up face though shockingly-hot pink lingerie and sexy stockings to the six-inch heels locked onto my feet. Shiny steel shackles hobbled my ankles, and matching manacles gripped my wrists, the connecting chains giving me barely a foot of play. Then together they laid down the new house rules.

From now on I would be dressed in lingerie and restraints at all times, and remain thus stuffed and plugged around the clock. Naturally I needn’t worry about going out: first thing in the morning they intended to send tonight’s tape to my boss, getting me fired from my job as a teacher. Not to worry though: they would keep me plenty busy earning my keep right here. I will now do all the cooking, cleaning and other housework, while endlessly submitting to their daily and nightly rape and discipline. Any attempt to shirk or escape them would of course result in the many other videos they would soon have of me being posted wide and far on the internet forever.

“Now get out in the kitchen and get started on dinner!” Beth ordered at last. “Us pitiless Mistresses need to keep up our strength! We all have a long night of buggery and brutality ahead of us!”

Whimpering piteously, moving awkwardly, painfully and precariously what with my stuffed-up butt, debilitated body, unfamiliar footwear and clattering shackles, I bowed with obedience and moved hopelessly forward into my endlessly limited and submissive new future. Behind me, my eternal owners laughed and snuggled and kissed and lavishly congratulated each other.