Slut Boy Mega Collection, Vol II – ebook

Excerpt

At last! At last I hear Goddess Jenae’s key in the door lock!

Exquisite relief washes through me, and desperate hope, as well as that bizarrely persistent love and lust I feel for my domineering owner, captor, rapist and eternally implacable Goddess. Perhaps this means she’s finally forgiven me, and will at last release me from all of these terrible excruciating torments…

It’s been perhaps a month since my gorgeous girlfriend (and now fiancé) captured, transformed, and hopelessly imprisoned me in her deluxe private dorm room. I’m not sure, really. It’s kind of hard to keep track of time when you’re always blindfolded, bound, suffering random beatings and electroshock, and reduced to looking hopelessly forward only to those constant, if irregular occasions when you are shoved down and forced to involuntary perform the most debasing (if secretly arousing) sexual services – or to have them pitilessly performed upon you. I do know that it’s been almost three whole days that I’ve been bound here like this – three long days of interminable torment.

Goddess is punishing me, and quite justifiably. In one corner of her suite there is a pipe that runs from floor to ceiling, with a little valve sticking out the back way up near the top. Goddess has bound me with belts quite tightly to this pipe, at the ankles, knees, waist, chest, and elbows. My arms are stretched up nearly to the ceiling, with the steel cuffs locked about my wrists trapped behind the pipe and hooked over that valve making any escape or even relief entirely impossible. Stretched ramrod straight from masked head to exquisitely cramped toes, all my weight bears down on those pointed toes, locked tightly into the 6” high stiletto-heeled fetish shoes I almost always wear now.

This has gradually become the very worst of my agonies – much worse than the constant and unpredictable shocks to my genitals, the uninterrupted suction forever being applied to my tits, the unrelieved hunger and thirst (Goddess has been allowing me only one drink of warm water a day), the constant sensory and motor deprivation of remaining blindfolded, bound, and with large rubber cocks painfully stuffing each orifice. It has even become worse than the terrible emotional torment of knowing that I’ve failed, upset and disappointed my glorious Goddess, and even, unbelievably, it has at last surpassed the devastating deprivation I feel at not being allowed to kiss her, cuddle with her, suck her tits, her cunt, her various hard cocks, and especially to offer my aching ass up for her vicious paddling, whipping and caning, and her even more vicious non-stop corn-holing. Oh, if only she’ll allow me off my feet for five minutes! I swear I will never awaken her at night again with my pointless, futile struggles! And if she would also, finally let me back into her bed! Oh what slavish devotion I would endlessly lavish upon her…

And now the key finally clicks, and the door of my dreams swings open. And then to my unending astonishment – and exponentially increased humiliation and arousal – I hear two sets of high-heeled steps enter, followed quickly by a shriek of astonishment, amazed excitement, and undiluted erotic delight.

“Holy shit! Who is that? What is that?”

“That,” declares my most holy omnipotent Goddess, in unmistakable tones of smugly superior possession, “Is my eternal little she-male sissy-slave Slut-boy. It lives here alone with me, most secretly, imprisoned here as my most favorite little sex toy and incredibly humiliated former boyfriend. I now do whatever I want to it, at any time I choose – as it would surely confirm to you if it wasn’t currently doing my will by endlessly sucking on a big hard cock.

“As a matter of fact, it’s been tied up just like that, sucking cock for almost three full days now. You see, this stupid little Slut-boy woke me up last week by impudently, if uselessly, rolling around and wrestling with its bonds. So I’ve been quite properly punishing it ever since. Do you see that little bucket hanging there from the cock-cage I’ve got permanently locked onto its penis? That’s the only way it’s been able to eliminate for three fucking days now! And even worse, every time it pisses, that bucket just gets heavier and heavier, tormenting the poor little slut even more. I’m sure by now that its bucket is so full of piss, and its body so full of shit that it’ll do absolutely anything for us, just to let it relieve itself. So let’s make our introductions, shall we?

“Slut-boy? This is Trisha. She’s on the soccer team with me, and lately my very best friend ever. I love her so much, in fact, that I’ve decided to share you with her. Now, you will submit to and service her just as eagerly as you do me, won’t you? Just because I tell you to? Nod yes for me Slut-boy, and I’ll consider ending your current punishment!”

Naturally I nod eagerly, humiliation aside. After all, how much more humiliated could I get: cross-dressed, made-up, and as sluttily costumed as possible, while bound to the punishment pipe in my former girlfriend’s apartment?

“Great!” declares Goddess Jenae. “Trisha, this is Slut-boy. Together we will spend the next several hours – or weeks, or months, or years, decades, whatever, using and abusing him, she, it; whatever. As my very best friend, I hereby gift you with the endless uses of my helpless little sissy-slave Slut-boy!”

“Yay! Thank you so much!” I hear the emphatic smack of a hearty kiss. “What shall we do first with it?”

“First let’s get it off that punishment pole and into the bathroom. We’ll have to clean it up good, both inside and out, shave it, dress it up properly and redo its hair and make-up. Then we’ll all have dinner, and after that we can spend the night playing. Sound good?”

“It sounds fabulous! Let’s do it!”

Both sets of footsteps approach and my pounding heart lurches into overdrive. One set of hands starts releasing the belts, while another unlocks the handcuffs. At long last my arms come down, and start tingling madly with improved circulation. Then my wrists are locked together behind my back – pretty much their default position – and at last the blindfold comes off.

After a few minutes blinking, my eyes come into focus. Standing before me is my gorgeous Goddess, and next to her is a ravishing brunette. Her shining hair hangs nearly to her waist, her breasts are even larger than those of my Goddess and her tightly toned body is just as fit. Her bright blue eyes sparkle excitedly at me, and her smile is to die for.

“Come on Slut-boy,” she says, as she and Goddess Jenae each take a side and begin guiding me across the room. “Let’s get you to the bathroom. Won’t that be nice?”

I nod emphatically.

“Careful, now, Slut-boy. Don’t slosh your pee-bucket!” warns my Goddess. “You’ve got enough housework to do after three days of slacking off, hanging there strapped to the punishment pole without having to waste time washing the floors, too!”

Slowly I totter to the bathroom on my terribly cramped and painful toes. Supported by both incredibly beautiful ladies I somehow make it without spilling a drop. Once there, Goddess at last removes the bucket and dumps it in the toilet, relieving me of at least one of my very many miseries. Then I’m most graciously allowed to relieve two more at once, including the worst.

“You may sit down and shit now, Slut-boy. I have most kindly forgiven you for waking me up the other night.”

Unable to speak with my mouth still locked up stuffed full of cock, I somehow still manage to express my great gratitude and undying devotion with just my eloquent eyes. Goddess responds by pulling the big boner plugging my butt free, and I collapse onto the toilet seat, off my feet at last. For a moment I just revel in the exquisite relief of this. But then Goddess spurs me onto business. “Come on, Slut-boy. Hurry up and shit for us, so we can start cleaning you up!”

Terribly embarrassed and yet greatly relieved, I bear down and eliminate the accumulated waste of the last three days. Then I fumble my cuffed hands up behind me and flush, all while the beautiful Trisha watches me with those shining, yet mocking brilliant blue eyes.

Goddess Jenae meanwhile has spread a towel on the floor and begun preparing the enema bag, and I know without being told what comes next. I climb off the seat and awkwardly kneel on the towel, with my ass upraised and my humbled face pressed to the floor by Trisha’s exquisite feet. She pushes one of these closer to me, and despite the big cock filling my face I simulate kissing and licking it. “What a good little Slut-boy!” she cries. “You’ve trained it so well, Jenae!”

“But of course!” my Goddess responds. “Watch how obediently he submits to these enemas. He knows that we’re both going to be fucking his ass and face all night, and he wants to be just as clean as possible down there!”

She’s right, of course. Who wants to suck on a shit-smeared cock? Yet by now it’s even more than that. After barely a month of slavery, it’s perhaps the pain and humiliation itself upcoming that makes me eagerly raise my willing ass. After all, what other senses or emotions are left to me to enjoy? Only arousal, and that has become inextricably linked to the most maddening frustration. So I kowtow down at the feet of these divine females, and even whine with anticipation as the nozzle is inserted into my ass. Then Goddess opens the valve, and presses the bag, and the hot, sudsy water floods into me.

Acute discomfort floods in with it, making me cramp, and groan, and rock back and forth a bit, trying anything to ease the pain. Yet Trisha is a quick learner. Her palm slaps my ass as she corrects me.

“Hold still, Slut-boy! Don’t you move for – what is it Jenae, five minutes?”

“Usually,” my Goddess laughs. “Good guess! But we’ll make it ten this time in honor of you. Hear that Slut-boy? This time you kneel there and hold that in for ten minutes! Trisha and I are going to kiss and make out, even feel each other up in that time. But don’t you dare move a muscle until we say!”

Of course I obey, though the pain and swelling in my abdomen become ever more unendurable. And of course the sounds of lip smacking, panting and moaning are even worse. I dare to peek, and see Goddess Jenae taking long, deep, insanely sustained sucks at her friend Trisha’s incredible tit, causing the latter to throw back that amazing banner of hair and slip an unrestrainable hand between her legs. After that they forget all about me, and surely it’s more than ten minutes before Goddess sucks her, and Trisha fingers herself, to an exquisite orgasm. Only then do they at last allow me to expel my cleansing enema, and then flood me with a rinsing one.

This they let me give up rather quickly, eager as they are to get me into the shower. After that my punishing shoes are at last removed, along with my suction-cup tit tormentors, jewelry, and the lingerie I’ve been wearing for the last three days. Even the handcuffs are taken off, and I’m left wearing only the permanently locked-on cock-cage and the collar declaring me as Goddess Jenae’s eternal property. They shoo me into the shower then, and then wonder of wonders, both strip naked themselves, and follow me in.

Words can never describe what follows. Though I suppose I will have to try, since the evening is barely beginning, and this is surely just a harbinger.

Who can endure the sight of two such fabulous naked bodies? Who can endure even the proximity of them, without desperately needing to plunge relentlessly into them and thrust and thrust away until satiation is achieved? Or, failing that, how could one endure it and not fall to one’s knees in homage, and pump oneself before their scornful regard to a humiliating yet desperately necessary orgasm? I am of course forced to experience far worse. Both incomparably gorgeous women crowd into the small cubicle with me and slowly, lovingly scrub down every square inch of me. Of course, my trapped, cramped, and amazingly attempted tumescence is the only part of my body they can’t reach, so at Goddess Jenae’s instruction they take the hand-held showerhead and direct a warm, constant, yet pulsating current directly against my locked-up genitals from every possible angle, until I’m indisputably clean and moaning uncontrollably with the need for relief. Both Goddesses giggle with delight at my frustration, and of course Jenae takes ruthless advantage of my relentless attempted tumescence.

“Oh my, we are getting horny, aren’t we? Does being bathed by two beautiful, incredibly sexy Goddesses excite you Slut-boy? It’s too bad you can’t use this puny, inadequate little male pecker anymore. And you think this is exciting? Later you’ll get to watch the two of us make love for hours: kissing each other, fondling and sucking on our glorious breasts, even going eagerly down on each other, and then finally, finally fucking each other absolutely silly with our big hard strap-on penises. Won’t that be most painfully arousing for the poor, involuntary celibate you to see! And how about all the ways the three of us can get together after that?

“Imagine me whipping you silly while you lick and suck at beautiful Trisha’s hungry cunt! Or picture yourself buried between my tits while she wears one of my dicks and royally butt fucks your sissy little ass! And of course, I’m sure eventually we’ll even get around to mounting a cock on both your face and your cage, and together riding your tightly tied-up body in tandem until we both scream and come like crazy! Believe me, if you think you’re horribly horny and frustrated now Slut-boy, just wait until tonight! We’re all going to indulge in an incredibly complicated three-way orgy that would absolutely kill you – if you were anything approaching a real man, that is! But first we have to re-sissify you. You almost look like a biological male, for the Goddess’ sake!”

So after thoroughly washing me, the two Goddesses shave me everywhere, until I’m once again beautifully baby-bare. Then we’re all toweled off, and they once again comprehensively sissify me: lotion, body spray, lingerie, hair-do, perfume, jewelry, suction cups and fetish shoes. Then once again my hands are cuffed properly behind my back. The Goddesses pick up the phone and order dinner, slip into robes, and finally take seats at the table.

As for me, I kneel on the floor by Goddess Jenae’s feet, my usual place at mealtimes. Soon enough the food arrives: a large pizza with everything (except anchovies and olives of course), as well as a six-pack of Beck’s beer. Naturally I’m beyond ravenous, having consumed nothing but water for the past three days. But my Goddesses blithely ignore me as they dig in and chow down: punctuating their sounds of delighted enjoyment with giggles as they occasionally recognize my obvious misery.

At last Goddess Jenae takes pity on me. “Oh, you poor little sissy, we almost forgot about you didn’t we? Let me get you your bowls.”

Two bowls are placed on the floor in front of me, one filled with warm water and the other with a few slices of rather stale bread. “Go ahead sissy, you can eat now.”

Tortured by the deliciously spicy smells of the pizza, and the sounds of the girls attacking it with gusto, I lean forward, put my face in the bowl like a dog and quickly consume this meager meal. Then I kneel there, properly subservient, until my Goddesses are at last finished eating, drinking, and chatting about classes, friends, and soccer.

“Well, darling Trisha, are you ready to go to bed?”

“You know it, love! I can’t wait to make it with you – not to mention beat and butt fuck the shit out of your little Slut-boy here!”

“Well, let’s go then!” Goddess Jenae cries. “Come along to bed, Slut-boy. I’ve got a new shackle to show you that will keep you from ever rolling around and disturbing me again!”

This turns out to consist of two long steel strips, each with four semicircular curves placed at regular intervals. When pressed together and locked, these curves form four implacable shackles all in a row. I’m quickly placed facedown on the bed, and my hands are secured behind me in the two middle shackles. Next my legs are spread, bent back up and my ankles secured in the two outer shackles. Goddess is right. Hogtied like this I will be unable to roll onto my side anymore. And this new restraint has the additional bonus of keeping my legs spread, allowing my Goddesses access to my ass.

Yet for the time being they are too enamored with each other to bother with me. Quickly they shed their robes, lie down next to me, and turn what I was forced to imagine in the shower into an incredible reality I’m finally forced to witness. They kiss and cuddle, stroke and caress, squeeze and heft, exploring each other’s fabulous bodies and making out passionately. My Goddess moans eloquently as Trisha suckles the enormous nipple atop her succulent left breast, and arousal competes with jealousy in me as I watch – I thought I was the only one to elicit that particular sound from her. Then, as if reading this thought, Goddess’ eyes slip open, and they find mine so close by.

“You watch everything, Slut-boy. I said I wouldn’t cuckold you with men, but women are another matter. In fact, the real reason I made you into a sissy is that I’m gay now. I still love you dearly, and I mean to spend my entire life with you. But men just don’t interest me that much anymore. So you watch how two women make love, Slut-boy, and you learn to emulate it. Do it for me, my sweet, sexy little she-male slave…”

And so I do. For over two long slow hours the Goddesses lying right next to me in bed gradually work their way from kissing and feeling and sucking each other to sharing endless oral sex to finally strapping on big hard cocks and fucking each other’s cunts to utterly outrageous heights of orgasmic ecstasy. This is an education and a torment to me both of course. My caged penis tries relentlessly to erect, only to pointlessly punish itself against those pitiless prongs and bars. But at last the real torment begins, as the Goddesses finally have their temporary fill of each other, and turn their attentions to slutty, hogtied little me. Basking in aftermath, caressing and occasionally kissing each other’s equally incredible breasts, my two Goddesses at last cast their glance my way.

“What do you think, Jenae? Is it time to let your sissy little Slut-boy in on the fun?”

“I believe it is. We both still have our cocks on. Why don’t we take it together, from either end? Which do you want to fuck first? Its ass or its mouth?”

“Its ass!” declares Trisha eagerly. “I’ve never fucked a guy’s ass before – though I’ve known dozens who deserved it! Let me take it all out on Slut-boy here right now. It can suck my big cock all it wants to later. But right now I feel like corn-holing it straight to hell!”

“Well then go to it, girl!” crows Goddess Jenae. “I’ll compensate by fucking its face!”

Within seconds they position themselves at either end of me. I feel Trisha splitting my cheeks and probing my hole just as my Goddess Jenae confronts my face. “Open your suck-hole, Slut-boy! Service your two Goddesses like your life depends upon it!”

“Gladly, my Goddess! I live to be your slut!”

And as Trisha gives a wicked laugh and thrusts deep into my ass, Goddess Jenae forces her own big cock down my opened throat. “Mmmm! Doesn’t that taste good, Slut-boy? All covered with the lovely Trisha’s delicious juices!”

And for the first time ever, I’m being double-teamed: fucked from either end. Trisha hammers into my ass with a zealous passion that can barely be believed. “Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Take it Slut-boy! Take my big hard prick, you little sissy! Take it up your ass and squeal with delight! Fucking little she-male pig!” Meanwhile Goddess Jenae strokes smoothly, swiftly in and out of my throat, her crotch slapping my lips just as vigorously as Trisha’s does my butt. Lying there utterly helpless in a steel-shackled hogtie, I moan and whimper in delirious pleasure, my penis still so excruciatingly cramped that it burns even without the benefit of electricity. Watching each other’s incredible breasts jiggle and bounce, the two Goddesses face each other and fuck me to both heaven and hell between them. Finally they shriek out simultaneous orgasms, and pull their big cocks out of me at last.

“God that was so good! Let’s switch now. I want to rub my cock in his face; make him suck it like the slutty little bitch he/she is!”

And so they switch the first of an endless series of permutations that go on practically all night long. Soon my bonds become too restrictive for the Goddesses’ inventiveness, and I’m merely handcuffed while they have at me. Trisha delights in trying out all of Goddess’ paddles and whips, and laughing at my strangled screams as she shocks my genitals again and again. I’m constantly sucking on cocks, clits, or tits, and being butt fucked in the most outrageous fashion. But finally Goddess Jenae breaks out the two vibrators that mount on my face and cage.

As promised earlier, one Goddess straddles my face and one my waist. Fondling each other, making out, they sit face-to-face astride my helpless humbled body and ride those upright pricks to oblivion. This last series of orgasms is so wonderfully exalting and draining that finally they can fuck no more. Goddess inserts my big butt-plug, straps my cock-gag in place, blindfolds me and locks me once more into that cruel steel hogtie. Only this time I lie on the floor – my Goddesses want the bed to themselves. As they settle into sleep above me, I’m shocked and chagrined by the mini-debate that ensues.

“Thanks so much, Jenae. That was so great! I just love watching that slutty little sissy suck my cock!”

“Any time, lover. My Slut-boy is your Slut-boy.”

“You know what would be even better? I want to see it suck a real cock. I want to see somebody pump thick, sticky come all over its face. Jim, one of my boyfriends is bi. I’m sure he’d like a free blowjob. After all, Slut-boy got to watch two girls do it. We should get to watch two guys – or one guy and one sissy she-male, at least. We should invite him over next time. “

“I don’t know,” Goddess muses. “I promised Slut-boy it wouldn’t have to do that. It’s not really gay at all. It just loves me so much it allowed me to turn it into the sissy-slave it is because it wants me to be happy. But watching that would make me happy too…I’ll think about it!”

The two of them drop off to sleep after that. Conversely I’m left wide-awake, wondering, dreading, and squirming. What will my Goddess decide?