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Slut Boy Mega Collection, Vol III

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Slut Boy Mega Collection Volume 3 by Lance Edwards

The Slut Boy Mega Collection is the epitome of sissification, humiliation and punishment. Lance Edwards, author of Secret Mascot, Reign of the Demon Queen and many more fantastic Femdom titles, has brought together all the short stories of torture and humiliation in three huge volumes!

The Goddess Katia convinces her boyfriend to let her tie him up. In one amazing evening she breaks and trains him into her lifelong sub. In Chat Doom, an eager submissive male is warned not to meet this ruthless Domme. But he insists, only to discover that his life will be shattered, turned into an unspeakable horror of total submission. Then Nurse Stevens busts a crooked doctor… herself a former victim of sexual harassment, Nursing a Grudge, was never so sweet as when she ensnares the unsuspecting doctor.

In Doggie Stylin’ this hapless husband is turned into his Mistress/wife’s French Poodle, Fluffy – caged, muzzled and well-used by her nasty female friends. Ravenous Raver is a sexy punk chick, who takes her naive hook-up home for some heavy bondage and a good ass and face reaming before she finally lets the poor guy go. And in The Venus Guy-Trap, a hapless sub, in search of female domination, falls into the hands of a ruthless domme who will take him to the brink with extreme CBT and anal submission with her huge black dildo.

A hard-hitting, hard-core, high energy collection of BDSM Femdom stories, NOT for the faint of heart. Includes extremes in bondage, torture, whipping, humiliation, degradation, gangbang, electrical play, CBT, rugged strap-on sex, bootlicking, female worship, feminization, and lesbian sex.

Weight 2 lbs
Artist Credit

Cover image © Shadowplayers.com

Publish Date

11/22/2013

Page Count

528

Word Count

175038

ISBN

97839916730

Excerpt

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 penis 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 cock 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 fucking 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 cock 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-fucking 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 cock 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 cock; 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 nipple clamps she’d placed on me an eternity ago.

My tits 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 fucked 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 dick, 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 fucking 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.

Unrestrained now, my prick quickly began building back up toward the explosion that I’d been so cruelly denied for so very long. But then suddenly my Goddess Katia once again grabbed me by the hair, and yanked my head back.

Staring straight ahead, I could see into the headboard mirror.

Past my flushed, tear-streaked, semen-smeared, ball-gagged face, past my goddess’s fist clenched in my hair, past even my upthrust welt-covered buttocks, I could see my holy goddess herself. Her shapely hips pumped feverishly, driving that big black monster maniacally in and out of me. Her diamond belly-ring flashed and winked, her breasts bobbed like fruit on a bough, her sable tresses danced like mad and her face was a fearsome study in divine estrus. Teeth bared, cheeks flushed, nostrils flaring with exertion, she was gorgeous and driven, terrifying and arousing beyond anything I’d ever dreamed. As her huge, blazing green eyes met mine in the mirror she began to scream and peak at once.

“Ah, ah, ah, AH! Oh yeah, Slut-boy, oh yeah, ah, AH AH! AH! Oh, oh, I’m going to come yet again! It never fails! This is my absolute favorite thing in the entire universe to do: loom over a captive… helpless… moaning… groaning… grunting… squealing slut of a slave and butt-fuck the holy SHIT out of him! I’m going to do this to you FOREVER, Slut-boy! Come on then! Come on, you disgusting slut! Do it! Come with me now! Come your brains out! Blow that load! You know you need to! Now’s the time!”

My Goddess’s wish was my command. Of course, her least arousal was as compulsory to me as always. And if Goddess Katia at climax had been chain lightning before, and then the runaway nuclear fusion of the sun, she was a star-shattering supernova this time. Propelled past any sane threshold by her rampaging cock and apocalyptic lust, I took perhaps a pico-second to react. Then for an orgasmic eternity I spasmed and shuddered and spewed my very essence out onto the pillow beneath me, as Goddess blazed and shrieked and hammered out the throes of her own unimaginable apotheosis. Only when all of our combined energies were absolutely exhausted did she at last slam herself as deep inside as possible and then collapse atop me.

Her hot exhalations seared me. Her dense mass filled me and her heavenly globes compressed against me. Facedown, we lay stacked together like that in quivering aftermath for at least ten minutes. But at last my goddess arose, withdrew from her just-created and claimed black hole and lifted off me. Rolling me once more over onto my back, she again straddled my body, this time settling her weight up high on my chest, so that her big black penis jutted right out into my face. Looming over me, smiling down, she cleaned and stroked it lovingly.

“Did you enjoy my cock, Slut-boy? Did you absolutely love it? I think you did!”

She reached behind herself, picked up the soiled pillow and displayed the evidence. Guilty as charged, I could only fight for breath, and gaze dazedly up at her. Nevertheless she nodded, as though I’d admitted to everything. She smiled possessively.

“I knew you would. I’ve always known you were a meek little submissive at heart, and ripe for my easy conquest. Now then, do you want me to continue to rule over your body and soul, to own, use, punish, and above all fuck you like that, all day every day, all night every night forever and ever until the end of time amen? Nod with acceptance for me, Slut-boy.”

Utterly vanquished, careless of the consequences, I complied. Goddess Katia’s smile in response was priceless. Once again she leaned ecstatically down and covered me with heart-swelling kisses. When she sat up, her eyes were shining like emeralds in the sun.

“Excellent! Absolutely fabulous! Fabulous for you, fabulous for me. In that case, we’ll be getting married on Monday! Of course, legally you will be taking on my last name. But that’s not really significant. We both know who you really are. You’re my adorable, beloved, tasty little eternal slave Slut-boy!”

Thus I was chosen. And thus indeed it all befell. Since that day I’ve been an entirely different person. My name has been legally changed, and instead of being a boyfriend or a lover or even a husband, I’ve actually become a lifelong live-in personal servant. I keep my goddess’s house and all her belongings sparkling clean, her heavenly flesh exquisitely pampered, her expansive ego gratified, and her sadistic passions extravagantly fed. In return, she cheerfully, lovingly, occasionally overzealously gives me regular bondage, physical discipline, constantly increasing sexual ecstasy, and of course incredibly fulfilling, ferociously insistent, daily and nightly all-out balls-on bull-dyke-on-a-mad-rampage butt-fucking. But mostly what she gives me is an absolutely fabulous reason to exist.

What in this blessed universe would I do without her?

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