Slut Boy: Backdoor Blues

Gabriella’s Secret-1

Gabriella’s Secret

Despite being fast asleep I awoke immediately when her key hit the lock.

The digital clock glowed red in the darkness, announcing that it was almost three a.m. Unpredictable as ever, my sexy secret mistress had chosen once again to exercise her rights to me in the middle of the night. My heart began pounding as the door opened and shut, and then came her merry tinkling giggle, as Gabriella dashed across the apartment and into my bedroom.

She was as stunningly gorgeous as always, a perfectly built black girl of five-foot eight. Her mouth was wide with thick lips and round, full cheeks beneath a beautifully broad nose and large, sparkling dark eyes. Her tightly braided cables of hair were tied up and back at the top of her head and ornamented with blue and yellow beads – the only concession to color in her entire attire. A tight, black knit dress clingingly encased her, accentuating her excellent curves from just above the awesome breasts to the tops of her naked thighs. A gleaming black belt was cinched about her waist, and she perched on matching pumps – if a bit tipsily – as she barged in and beamed down at me.

“Hi, Slave-boy! Are you happy to see me?”

I honestly gave her the required greeting. “Of course, my beautiful mistress! I’m absolutely ecstatic! Please take me and use me! I live for your lashing whip!”

“Damn right you do!”

Mistress Gabriella laughed delightedly, sending a wave of liquor-scented breath flowing into my face. I inhaled it greedily, as she hung her bulging handbag on the bedpost.

“I’ve got an incredible surprise in store for tonight, Slave-boy! Of course, as always, I’m going to beat and humiliate you, and play with your monkey mercilessly, but afterwards I’m really going to make your millennium. Just you wait and see! Now tell me again, Slave-boy, when’s the last time you had s*x?”

“You know I’m a virgin, Mistress. Aside from what you do to me, I’ve never had sex.”

“Ha! No s**t, loser! And how long has it been since I’ve let you come?”

“You haven’t allowed me to ejaculate in over eight and a half months, Mistress.”

Mistress Gabriella giggled delightedly at me once again. “You poor deprived little lily-white cracker! Your balls must be bluer than grapes! Here, let me see!”

She stripped off the covers, tossing them to the floor. As per her standing orders, I was naked in bed, wearing only her locked steel collar about my throat and the small, tight p***s cage she kept similarly secured about my c**k and balls. She reached between the cruel bars and pinched one of my testicles, hard, relishing my hiss and whimper.

“My poor little virgin honky! He lives only to serve his b***h black mistress, and she never, ever lets him ejaculate! Then again, who knows? Maybe tonight’s his lucky night! We’ll just have to wait and see, won’t we?” Hitching her already short dress up her hips, Mistress climbed aboard the waterbed and then atop me. She straddled me, and without being told I raised my arms above my head, to where a set of shiny steel handcuffs had been permanently fixed to the mirrored headboard. Mistress grinned evilly at me as she shackled my wrists. “If only Raymond knew about you: my secret little Slave-boy s*x-toy. God, he’d surely kill you! But you don’t have to worry about that. You’re my guilty secret, my precious little release valve. God, I just love abusing you so f*****g much!”

Once she had me incapacitated, Mistress dropped atop me. Hitching her dress up even higher, she squirmed her body against mine. Rubbing me with her taut belly and braless breasts, she humped her naked crotch against the cruel c**k-cage that both limited and punished my insistent erections. Gripping my head with both hands she clamped her lips to mine, devouring my face in a voracious soul kiss. Only after at least thirty seconds of tonguing out my mouth did she break our lip lock and pull away. “Did you like that, Slave-boy?” she gasped down. She continued to writhe atop me, with only the thin knit dress and the hard c**k-cage between us.

“Yes, Mistress! I loved it!”

“Good. ‘Cause I just got done sucking off my boyfriend, and I wanted to give you a taste of his delicious c**k!” She giggled hilariously at my reaction. “What I really wanted to do was save his entire spew for you, but it was just too damn tasty! But we can still pretend, can’t we? Here! Open your mouth, Slave-boy!”

Immediately I did as ordered, and Mistress hawked up spit from the back of her throat. Then she did it again, and again, looking me straight in the eye. Then she leaned down and spit it all onto my tongue, along with great bubbly strings of saliva. Clamping a hand over my mouth she snarled down at me. “Swallow it, honky! You swallow what I give you like a compliant little slut!”

Again I obeyed immediately, as Mistress giggled delightedly, intoxicated by her power over me. Still she squirmed our bodies together, driving me wild with desire. “Good boy! Do you want me to show you how I brought Raymond off? Would you like me to demonstrate my incredible technique?”

“Oh, God yes, Mistress! Please do!”

“Good. I will. And I want you to learn something from it, Slave-boy. I think you’ll find it’s a skill that comes in handy.”

Without giving me time to wonder what that was supposed to mean, Mistress Gabriella slid down my body, unlocked and removed my c**k-cage. Immediately my long-deprived prick began to swell up burstingly large. Mistress pulled the elastic band from her hair and wrapped it tightly about the base of my genitals, ensuring that my urgent erection would be both permanent and impotent. Then for a few minutes she shook her head, painfully lashing my swelling organs with the long, beaded ropes of her hair. Then she began slapping my hard prick smartly around, until at last it was so throbbingly hot and turgid that I was whimpering and gasping with pain and need. Only then did she at last catch it in her grip and begin the promised demonstration.

“First I jacked him like this, squeezing hard and pumping slowly up and down, at the same time pulling his big black c**k down hard between his legs.” For several minutes she worked me thus exquisitely, then suddenly let me spring back upright, where she immediately commenced to pump me so rapidly and viciously that had I not been noosed I would have surely come all over myself. Nevertheless, ignoring my squirming paroxysms, Mistress continued to beat my meat maniacally, laughing delightedly as she did so. But at long last she slowed back down, and resumed her earlier ministrations.

“I did that to him in succession, first pulling all slow and hard and back-bent, then pumping him upright as fast as I could, over and over again.” And thus she continued to demonstrate, spending the next eternity relentlessly stimulating my aching hard-on, jacking my c**k and driving me nearly insane with thwarted arousal. Changing tactics unpredictably, constantly trying to elicit ever more desperate cries of suffering, she played my erection like an instrument, m**********g me with an intuitive feel for my every autonomic response. Then at last it was time to move on.

“Finally, when I had poor Raymond just about crazy, I took him into my mouth and sucked him like a red-hot popsicle. Using my lips, my tongue, and my hands either all at once or in clever succession, I gobbled that big bad blacksnake of his until it shook and shuddered in my mouth and spewed out straight down my throat – it couldn’t have taken him more than a minute. Of course, that’s what I like about you, Slave-boy: because of my restraints, you can’t spew. I can just jerk and jerk and suck and suck on your captive c**k until I finally get my fill of it!”

So declaring she suddenly dropped down and battened on me. As she’d done countless times before, Mistress Gabriella began to torture me with pleasure. Engulfing me to the root, she commenced a syncopated mechanical bobbing that took her wide, thick, tightly compressing lips from my bound-up base to my pounding head and back in relentless rapid succession. That expert rhythm and lubricating suction – not to mention the amazing spectacle of such a beautiful creature so voraciously attacking my humble organ – was exponentially worse than just her manual manipulation. The escalating sensations swamping my consciousness soon threatened to rive my moorings altogether.

My entire groin was on fire, and my cerebral cortex catching. Yet there was no escape from that constant attack on my c**k. Just when it seemed that Mistress had pushed me as far into thwarted arousal as possible, she pulled yet another weapon from her arsenal, a further glimpse into inexhaustible possibilities of ecstasy.

Even though Mistress generally only allowed me access to her greatest treasures on rare occasion, she suddenly slipped her big round breasts out of her dress and pressed my c**k between them. Soon she was using her incomparable mammaries to simulate a cunt, pumping my raging hard-on between those fat, but firm, globes and laughing yet again at the way I thrashed in my bonds, seeking some way to relieve the enormous erotic energy that built without release throughout my entire tortured form. All my efforts were futile of course, and when Mistress once again engulfed me to spend another ten minutes fine-tuning her fellatio skills, I whimpered and quivered convulsively and felt orgasm after orgasm after cruelly defeated orgasm struggle against the strangling elastic band.

Finally Mistress Gabriella had her appetite for oral temporarily sated. Leaving me limp and exhausted in every muscle except for my still raging and unfulfilled erection, she sat up and dragged over a big firm triangular pillow. Formed to support the head and shoulders while reading or watching TV, when inverted this made a perfect wedge of foam-stuffed corduroy. She placed it next to my waist and forced me to roll over onto it. This left me prone with my cuffed wrists crossed, staring past them into the mirror at my elevated ass thrust high in the air behind me. Between that hard supporting pillow and my sweaty abdomen was squashed my bound, urgent erection, and quickly Mistress spread my legs to shackle my ankles out wide. This is her preferred position for whipping me, and sure enough, as soon as she had me secured Mistress very grimly, deliberately (and yet with a barely concealed impatient zeal) unbuckled and removed her wide leather belt.

“I’m going to beat your ass now, Slave-boy! I’m going to whip the living s**t out of you just for being male, and white, and pathetically inadequate! You timid little honky loser! You were such an incredibly easy capture for me! And now you’re my slave forever!”

The belt sang then, and I screamed, a lovely symphony conducted by the most virtuoso mistress around. For at least as long as she’d played and fellated me, Mistress Gabriella knelt next to me on the bed and slashed her strap across my ass, ‘whaling the tar out of me’, as my own abusive mother used to call it. Her every stroke not only colored my flesh and elicited the most wonderful sounds of suffering, but also caused my tightly compressed erection to slip back and forth a bit along the rough hard pillow. Thus throughout the entire ass-beating the d**k-tease torment continued, an intensely erotic undercurrent in the ocean of agony that swamped me.

At last Mistress had tanned my hide as black as her own beautiful skin. Running an admiring hand over my bruised buttock, pinching the puffy muscle approvingly, she tossed her cruel belt upon the bed. “Outstanding! There’s nothing like a good whipping to loosen a couple up. Now we’re ready for some serious bed-play!”

She gleamed at me in the mirror.

“I’m sure you remember, Slave-boy, that I said I had a surprise in store for you. I said I was going to make your millennium, and I will. If you live a thousand years, you’ll never forget what’s going to happen to you next. Tonight is your night, my lucky little slave! I’m finally going to break down and have s*x with you!”

Grinning unsettlingly at me, relishing my gape of rapturous disbelief, Mistress continued. “You see I’ve been in kind of a quandary here. For months I’ve really, really wanted to just totally f**k your brains out. But you’re just not good enough to enter my cunt, not really deserving of such a sublime honor. And I don’t want to cheat on Ray. I really do love him. It’s bad enough I’ve been keeping you on the side, for torture and playtime. But finally I hit on the perfect solution, the way I can both f**k you to uncounted orgasms, for me at least, and yet still keep my exalted p***y reserved for Raymond alone.”

She climbed off the bed then, moved to her bulky handbag and withdrew the reason for its bulkiness. This was a beautifully molded perfectly life-like shiny black dildo fitted to a probe-equipped crotch harness. Standing beside the bed right next to my face, Mistress slid her dress up to about her belly and began to fasten herself into this sexy leather harness. Laughing gleefully at my jaw-dropping consternation, she ridiculed me as she donned her big black two inch-thick p***s.

“That’s right, honky. I said we’d have s*x, and we certainly will. From now on we’re going to be having a whole lot of s*x together. But each time we f**k, it’s gonna be me doin’ the fuckin’. You’re going to be my b***h, Slut-boy, my hot, tight, compliant little she-male f**k-hole. And I’m going to be your cruelly dominant n****r-master, the big black c**k-wielding rapist of your worst f*****g nightmares. So I hope you enjoy your s*x life, you sick little virgin pervert! This is the way it’s going to be!”

Then that big black c**k was in place, so tightly strapped and intimately connected to Gabriella’s own organs that it might have been a natural extension of them. She pulled a tube of K-Y from her bag and climbed back onto the bed, eating up my frightened whimpers as she took up her position between my splayed apart, tightly shackled legs. Despite a lifetime of discipline, I struggled helplessly with my bonds then, cringing and puckering both inside and out. In response Mistress smartly smacked my bruised-black ass.

“Hold still, Slut-boy! Or you won’t get any lubricant at all! I’ll rape you dry no matter how much it tears you up inside. I’ll still get off; believe me! I might even enjoy that more. Then again, I could also start your c**k-sucking education a little early: get my d**k all wet for your butt by raping your stupid sheep’s face first. Do you want me to do that?”

Somehow I stilled my futile squirming. “No, Mistress.”

“Of course not!” Gabriella laughed as she squirted cold jelly into my open, upthrust asshole. “Sucking my c**k’s for later, after I’ve soiled it good first!” And with that she spread my cheeks, aligned her d**k, and stabbed its big length into me.

I screamed in pain at this invasion, and again my cruel mistress laughed delightedly.

“That’s right, Slut-boy! Squeal like a stuck pig! A little lily-white piglet who just got spitted for the fire! Oh, God, I’m going to love doing this to you so f*****g much!”

Straightaway she began pounding, thrusting with her hips like a man and f*****g my virgin ass like the loosest damn slut’s sloppy wet cunt. Moaning in tandem with my grunts and sobs, she let her c**k’s connected probes work her clit and g-spot as relentlessly as she gouged me out.

It wasn’t long before Mistress was shrieking her way through an escalating succession of orgasms, getting off like never before on the outrageous experience of viciously butt f*****g a helplessly chained-up slut. Through teary, bleary eyes I focused on her image in the mirror, my vision juddering constantly as those endless anal thrusts thudded home. The top of her dress had come down again, exposing her beautiful breasts as they bobbed with her panting rhythm, and with her beaded braids flying every which way as she f****d and climaxed, my mistress was an unbelievably stunning sight. My own hard c**k, still clenched into an urgent erection and compressed against the hard corduroy pillow, slid back and forth as I was f****d in the ass in the most maddening fashion. Between that constant stimulation and the sight of Gabriella in her glory I was soon as helplessly aroused as ever despite the depth of my violation. Indeed, perhaps it was because of the extreme, comprehensive nature of my subjugation beneath that rampant s****l attack that I was most aroused. Whatever the case, after ten minutes of being brutally butt f****d, I was no longer screaming in pain and shame – at least not wholly. I was also crying out blindly with unrequited arousal, as madly driven to needy extremes as her lips and fingers and whip had ever achieved. After twenty minutes, and uncounted orgasms indeed for my domineering mistress, I was weeping madly with frustration, still feeling her stroke relentlessly in and out of me and still unable to do anything about the physiological arousal boiling and churning in my choked-off c**k and balls. Yet not until after over thirty-five minutes had passed, and she was running with sweat and exhausted from her erotic exertion, did Gabriella at last withdraw completely from my horribly reamed-out rectum. And still she laughed at me softly, caressing my bruised, elevated, slowly bleeding butt as I sobbed and gasped beneath her.

“Ah, my sexy little Slut-boy, was that as good for you was it was for me?”

“I doubt it, Mistress,” I managed to blubber.

“Oh that’s right. I had about a gazillion orgasms, and you still haven’t had even one. Well, I hate to tell you this, Slut-boy, actually, that’s a lie, I love telling you this, but that’s how it’s going to be between us forever!”

The gloating tone of Mistress’ voice, the smug sense of utter possession she exuded, caused my heart to squeeze painfully in my chest. And the lifetime she proceeded to outline for me made my mouth go dry and my long-suffering erection pulse yet again within its tight bondage and current state of compaction.

“I’m going to marry Raymond, Slut-boy. I’ve decided. But I’m always going to keep you on the side as my secret s*x-slave torture-pet. After all, I own you, right? Completely. So that means I’m going to keep the keys to your collar and c**k cage, and I’m going to continue to come over here whenever I want; tie you up and ride your face, beat you and punish you and play with your p***s for hours on end. And every single time I come over I’m going to whip out my beautiful big black c**k, make you suck it like a slut, and then butt f**k the ever-loving s**t out of you. I’m going to core your ass out until I can fist it, Slut-boy! But I’m not going to allow you to put your pathetic little cracker d**k in my wonderful cunt, ever. In fact, I’m never ever even going to let you ejaculate again. Instead I’m going to keep you soooo horny, just totally overflowing with lust and testosterone, permanently madly aroused and yet permanently virginal and deprived, for as long as I own you – which is of course forever, unless you find some way to escape me. But you wouldn’t dream of doing that, would you? You want nothing more than to stay right here, and keep being my dirty little secret, my private closet white slave, whipping boy, virgin-sissy, butt-slut. Even if all I ever do is come over once a week to ride your face, whip you raw, ream you out, and d**k-tease you until you’re absolutely crazy, while never letting you achieve any release of your own. Isn’t that right, my sick, weak, contemptible little pet?”

“Yes, my beautiful omnipotent Mistress,” I managed to whimper, my face flushed red and my heart faltering within me at this horrifying prospect. Nevertheless I immediately followed this rather timid avowal with the traditional declaration of service she first taught me. “I’m now and forever entirely your slave, wholly devoted to your s****l pleasure and eager to accept whatever impositions you choose to inflict, no matter how painful or degrading. Your collar and cage will never come off!”

“Wonderful!” declared Gabriella. “Well remembered and well said!” She climbed around to confront my groveling face then.

“In that case, it’s time for that aforementioned education! Open your mouth, Slut-boy!”

“Yes, Mistr—ungh!”

“c**k-sucking school in session!” she sang. Then she grabbed my head with both hands and once again began f*****g me like a b***h.