Slut Boy: Tales of Female Domination – ebook

Excerpt

They got back at me. Oh, how they got back at me!

Tailor and Skye are friends and rivals from way back. They’ve made a lifelong game of stealing lovers from each other. Yet they still get it on pretty regularly themselves. I made the misfortune of trying to take advantage of the former fact, and fell prey to the latter. This is what happened…

I knew Skye first. A slender but incredibly curvaceous lady, she worked as my personal care aide. I’m a C-5 quadriplegic, and need help bathing, dressing, etc. We became friends, and eventually I met her friend Tailor. Blonde like Skye she was much larger, six feet tall with a big, strong frame and unbelievably generous breasts. I was hopelessly in lust, and tried everything I could think of to get a date. Tailor flirted along, clearly intrigued but not convinced. But then I learned of the competition between them.

I switched my attentions to Skye. She was sweet and petite where Tailor was big and dominant. By playing on our friendship, I finally convinced her to bed me. We drank a bottle of Jack Daniels, smoked a fat reefer, and then she sat in my lap. Soon our clothes were on the floor, we’d moved to the bed and she was riding me.

“Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!” Skye writhed and cried out as she pinned me down and humped my erection. Finally she screamed in ecstasy, coming her brains out and then collapsing atop me.

I’d hoped for more foreplay, and a chance to come myself. But Skye was only an interim objective, after all. Tailor was the real target of my attentions. I wasted no time in letting her know about my success. Stupidly I blabbed all about it, trying to provoke her jealousy and competitive drive. And at first it seemed to work.

Tailor sounded avid for me all of a sudden. She told me to leave my door unlocked on Saturday night, and to be waiting in bed naked for her at eleven. We’d have until dawn together, when Skye arrived for my morning service. Wouldn’t she get a surprise!

Instead the surprise was on me. I was naked in bed as directed, not even a sheet covering me, when the unlocked door crashed open. In walked Tailor, dressed in an unbearably skimpy cup-less bra and miniskirt of silver-studded soft black leather. Her exposed tits were absolutely fabulous. But behind her was Skye, also looking incredibly sexy in a tight red strapless tube dress. She was carrying a large leather bag.

They barged into my apartment, both of them obviously coked-up out of their minds. They were laughing demonically, and leering unsettlingly at me as they approached my helpless body.

“Wha…what is this?” I managed.

“Payback!” declared Tailor.

“Double payback!” added Skye. “They say payback’s a bitch, and so are we! The worst two bitches you’ll ever meet! And you fucked up bad by trying to play us off one another! Together we’re going to teach you to have some respect for femininity!”

There was nothing I could do. As a quadriplegic I can only move my head, shoulders and arms. And the first thing they did upon reaching me was to produce a set of handcuffs from that voluminous bag. They manacled my wrists, and after that I was completely at their mercy.

At first this didn’t seem like such a bad thing. They both climbed onto my big waterbed, and after Skye removed the condom, tube, and drainage bag I wear to contain my urinary output, Tailor manipulated me into an urgent hard-on.

Naturally this took only seconds. But the ladies were determined that it should endure for hours. Out of the bag came a large rubber band, which they wound around the base of my penis.

“There,” declared Tailor. “Now we can start the punishment!”

Skye pulled out a big bag of clothespins. Relishing my chagrin, they began placing these all over my body, on my nipples, the lobe and pinna of my ears, and especially all over the head and shaft of my erection. The pain was excruciating. But it was nothing compared to what was coming.

Skye was about to place the last few clothespins on my balls when Tailor stopped her.

“Just a minute, love. Look at him. He’s writhing and whimpering, but I’d say he still looks more turned-on than scared and in pain. Don’t you think we need some way to establish straight out what this is all about? This is a serious ball-busting mission we’re on here; a campaign to teach a little humility to an asshole male. I think we should start out by actually busting his balls!”

“You’re right!” agreed Skye zealously. “After what he did to me, I want him in tears immediately!”

They each grabbed one of my legs, and spread them out wide.

“You go first,” urged Tailor. Skye was only too happy to oblige. She wound up, and then punched me as hard as she could right square in the scrotum.

I tried to howl in agony, but all that came out was a hissing croak. It seemed all the guts, wind, arousal and male attitude were knocked out of me forever in that one blow. I retched and gasped and barked out agonized sobs that must have gratified my tormentors immensely. They cheered and hugged and kissed, as Tailor congratulated Skye on a job well done. Then she moved to take her place.

Ignoring my gasped plea and obviously already overwhelming agony, Tailor cocked her own fist. Then, much stronger than Skye, she smashed it into my unprotected nuts much harder than her friend had been able to.

Again I was convulsed in agony. Retching for breath, I felt like a bowling ball of fire and nausea had been birthed in my bowels. I barely heard the ladies celebrating, placing the clothespins on my pulped balls at last, and then planning their next step. It was only after at least five minutes of hell that I was able to swim up out of a fog of pain, and blink my way past streaming tears to see what they were up to. And it was definitely no good for me.

They were each holding a braided leather single-tail whip. And as soon as the pain in my body became manageable, they changed all that by putting them to use. Standing back a bit from the bed, one on each side, they began to fling their lashes against my helpless form.

My belly, chest, legs and groin were all available. Relishing my screams of agony and spastic struggles, they striped my front from feet to neck and back again with livid red welts. Then, when I was at last intricately crisscrossed with this unspeakable lattice, they rolled me over and did an even more thorough job on my backside.

This two-woman whipping lasted for well over an hour. By the time it was finished I’d screamed myself hoarse, and was so limp and flayed I might have been a piece of dead fish, sizzling with a flame of agony on every surface. Yet the payback had barely begun.

The ladies paused to snort some more cocaine. Then, when they were sufficiently jazzed up again, they rolled me back over to face them.

“Well, are we learning to respect and appreciate womanhood yet?”

This was Tailor, the lust of my life. As much as she’d been torturing me, I couldn’t help but still desperately want her. Her tits were so magnificent…I nodded meekly.

“Answer me!”

“Yes, Tailor.” In response she smacked my face with a powerful roundhouse.

“Don’t you dare speak my name! Never again! Your lips are not worthy to form the word! You will call each of us Mistress, and nothing else, for the rest of your pointless life!”

“Yes, Mistress!”

“Good. And we will call you Slut-boy. Because it’s not enough to just respect, admire, and appreciate womanhood. After what you’ve done to us, we want you to emulate it as well! You won’t truly appreciate our superiority until you’ve experienced it firsthand!”

Skye was right there, and more unbelievable stuff began to come out of her bag.

Make-up first—eyeliner and shadow, mascara, foundation and blush and everything else, including lipstick. Utterly unable to resist, I submitted docilely while they feminized my appearance to perfection. When they’d finally finished with my hair and face, and my lips last, Tailor used the bright red lipstick to print “Slut-boy” across my forehead.

Then they went back to the bag, and returned with lingerie. Nylon stockings, garters and belt, a frilly but horribly tight girdle, crotchless panties and another cup-less bra they quickly put on me, re-applying the clothespins to my nipples, still-erect prick and tender balls when they’d finished. Then, laughing deliciously at my consternation, they pulled out a digital camera, a whole stack of disks, and began taking pictures!

“What a pretty little Slut-boy! And all ours, too! From now on we own it, don’t we? With the pictures we’re taking tonight, we can blackmail our crippled little she-male here into doing anything we want it to, for the rest of its life. Imagine how much it’d like us to sit right down at its computer there, right now or at any time, and email these pictures to everyone in its address book? Or display them on the net in perpetuity. In fact, that sounds like so much fun I might just do it anyway. But first we’ve got even more delicious things to do to our sinning little lifelong slave. I’d say you look cute and slutty enough to fuck, Slut-boy. What do you think Skye?”

“I think I’m right behind you,” she answered, rummaging again in her bottomless bag.

“Why behind me? Why not right across from me? This slut’s got two ends to fuck!”

“How right you are!” Skye gloated. “Figuratively speaking, it fucked both of us at once. Let’s both fuck it at once! I can’t wait to hear our virgin little she-male choke and squeal!”

With that she pulled a pair of strap-on dildos from her bag.

These were each about ten inches long, flesh-colored and made of hard ribbed plastic. While I goggled in amazement, and horrified disbelief, Tailor removed her miniskirt and Skye slid up her clingy dress. Neither wore panties, and within seconds each glorious naked crotch sported a giant erect cock. Still I goggled, hardly able to credit their intention. And then they descended on me.

Already spread wide, my legs were lifted up and stretched even further, raising my open crotch even higher. A pillow was compacted under my kidneys, propping me up, and then my feet were bound to either side of the bed, securing me ridiculously splay-legged. Tailor moved into position right away, spitting on her cock and stroking it up and down as she approached my vulnerable opening.

“You’re going to learn to love this, Slut-boy. Either that, or you’re going to spend a lifetime in hell. Because this is the only kind of sex you’re ever going to get. That dishonest screw you wormed out of Skye was the last one your pathetic dick will ever enjoy. From now on it’s your ass and mouth that get all the fucking!”

And with that she was in place. Relishing again my extreme consternation, she aligned the head and shaft of her big hard cock with my helplessly waiting hole and began to hammer her way in.

The agony was unbelievable, the humiliation worse. This latter was exacerbated by Skye, who stood by with the camera documenting it all. At least, she did at first. But once Tailor had gouged her way in and established a panting, slamming, tit-flopping rhythm that had me weeping once again in excess of agony and debasement, she got understandably jealous.

She set the camera close at hand, and climbed onto the bed above my head. Taking another pillow, she compacted this one under my shoulders. That allowed her to force my head all the way back, until the room was upside down and my throat entirely open. Then she forced her giant penis between my lips and right down into my gullet. In an instant she was fucking my face and throat as brutally as Tailor was having at my agonized ass.

In tandem they raped me from either end. It was as traumatic an experience as I’d ever had. Unable to contemplate how my entire life and future had come to this, I endured being turned into a dual-use she-male as best I could. Soon my mistresses were screaming out orgasms, and hammering away at me harder than ever. Crippled, handcuffed, spread out wide and bound to the bed, I involuntarily serviced both big cocks like the contemptible slut I’d somehow become. Finally, after they’d each reached multiple peaks, my new owners pulled out to coke back up.

More drugs, more uncontainable sexual energy, and soon they were back at me again. They switched sides this time allowing Skye to viciously bugger me while Tailor turned me into a first-class champion cocksucker. Plenty of pictures of every permutation were taken, and the rest of the night became a blur of rotating mistresses, with both big cocks fucking me from either end in every position imaginable until I thought I’d go mad with it all. But at last the cocaine was gone, and the unnatural energy with it. At nearly quarter to five my mistresses were ready to crash. Unfortunately I was occupying the bed.

Together they transferred me out of it. They moved my whipped raw, reamed-out, cross-dressed she-male self into the cold, empty bathtub. Then, before they went to nestle up together in my usurped waterbed, they had a final degradation to introduce me to.

My head lolled back against the curved rim of the old-fashioned clawfoot tub. Once again Tailor took the initiative. Removing her prick at last, she stepped over and straddled my tear- streaked, make-up smeared face.

I thought she was going to let me eat her. And she was. But not in the way I’d anticipated.

“Open your mouth, Slut-boy. From now on you’re not just our sissy-slut, she-male and slave. You’re our toilet, too. You will consume whatever waste we make, every day, and then you will lick us lovingly clean! That is your most befitting eternal punishment!”

Once again I had no choice but to obey. Tailor sat astride my face, and she pissed into my open mouth. Somehow I swallowed it all, and as horrible as it was, getting to lick her clean afterwards almost made the whole enslavement worth it. Then Skye took her place.

She too sat on my face and pissed down my throat. Afterwards Skye sneered contemptuously down.

“You stupid shit! I hope fucking me over like that was worth it. It’s cost you everything—your admittedly limited manhood, your highly dubious future, your basic human dignity, and every conceivable shred of self-respect! Not to mention the fact that you’re never going to ejaculate again. Stupid fucking useless unworthy cripple! From now on, you are nothing but a cock-sucking bugger-boy she-male slut-slave! Tailor and I are going to spend the rest of our lives whipping, beating, caning, feminizing, double-fucking and degrading the crap out of you! You can’t do a thing to prevent this, and you deserve every bit of it! So think about that, Slut-boy! We’ll be back to use you again in about six or eight hours!”

And with that they left me, smirking and caressing their way back to my bed, while I sprawled chilly and abused in the empty tub.

I had forever to contemplate the unforgivable thing I had done to them.