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"Pain tolerance is the first of the 'optional' tests.  Optional for the
girls - not optional for you." Miss Arlise surveys the small crowd of boys
as she teaches us.  There can't be more than forty of us left.

   We began the week with seventy-five boys.  Some were disqualified on the
first day because their erect penis was too small, or they failed out too
badly on the fitness tests, or something in their psych eval zeroed their
score.  This morning at least another ten or so have been disqualified
because they didn't have enough active sperm in their ejaculation.  I can't
imagine how they feel, having to wait until Friday afternoon, knowing the
whole time they're just going to be castrated.  At least they can stop
wondering.

   I'm pretty sure I'll be joining them and back to studying next year with
no balls.  They say you can concentrate a whole lot more, at least.

   "It's optional because not every girl cares about it.  For many it's of
passing interest, for some it's very, very important.  As boys, I and your
mothers have spanked and caned you to punish you.  If you are collared, you
will be hurt from time to time through a variety of means, for a variety of
reasons.  Sometimes it will be punishment, but more often just for the
entertainment of the Women who own you."

   Miss Arlise pauses to let that sink in.

   "Today's test will be administered by, yes, you guessed it!  Sonia!  As
you might have guessed, your pain tolerance is very important to Sonia, but
also a lot of the other Girls.  Every Girl here-" she gestures to the small
crowd of them in the gallery above us, about half the cohort "- is
interested in your performance today to some degree.  However, this is the
very first of your tests which total failure is not absolute
disqualification.  It will simply affect how the Girls vote."

   "Max, Sonia informs me that you have consented to a severe version of
the test not normally applied to adolescent boys.  I have consented to
this. You must therefore go last."

   "Yes, Miss."

   "Andrew, you are first."

   Sonia steps forward.

   "Lie down on the matt and lie still."

   Andrew obeys.  His big penis is flacid for a change.

   Quick and efficient, Sonia sticks wires from a pain box to Andrew.  Two
to his chest just outside of his nipples, and two on his tummy.

   "You may hold my hand.  When you are ready to surrender, squeeze my hand
gently but firmly.  The pain will begin as a little sting, and steadily
increase."

   Andrew's eyes suddenly widen.  I guess the "little sting" has begun. 
Moments later they widen further, about to pop from his skull, and he
gasps. Then he groans.  His hands start twitching and he grunts.  Sweat is
beading on his forehead.  Now I can see his abdomen convulsing.  God that
looks painful.  He gives a little involuntary thrash...  then he screams!

   And squeezes Sonia's hand, evidently, as he then lies still, panting.

   "A7 - brave boy!" Sonia praises him, and the girls in the gallery
applaud him.

   And so the afternoon goes.  Some of us are heroes and don't squeeze at
all, making it right through to an "A8!", some are relative cowards who
surrender at the first twitch to a contemptuous "A1".  Sonia is clearly
enjoying herself.  I am certain the exercise is arousing her sexually, in
fact.  When a boy makes it to A8 she is usually breathing heavily along
with him and her smile is...  gorgeous.  Some boys are actual massochists,
and make it to A8 with their penis erect and come leaking out, but she
doesn't seem to enjoy those.  Pain which is pleasure is not suffering
enough for her, I think.

   Finally Derek is up, the boy just before me.  Sonia looks up at me.

   "Go and pee, Max, you are next."

   I leave to obey.  When I return, Derek is evidently finished.  The room
is silent.  The boys part to let me pass, and Sonia pats the mat next to
her.  I lie down.

   She is fiddling with the box.  Connecting more wires.  A lot more.  I
look up at her and smile, and to my immense pleasure, she smiles back. 
Then sticks a needle into my right nipple.

   "Max will be tested on the G scale.  The pain will not originate on his
skin, but under it, and in some cases from within very sensitive parts of
his body." Sonia carresses the words as they leave her mouth, and continues
sticking the needles in, and attaching wires to each.

   Four in my chest area, four in my tummy, three stuck into my penis
itself, and then, GOD.  I feel sick and my stomach suddenly hurts.  She
stuck a needle right into my right testicle.  OHHH GOD now my left.

   Finally, a long, thin probe is inserted into my pee-hole and pushed
right down into my penis.

   Sonia holds up one last needle, wire attached.

   "Now baby.  You may hold my hand too, and if you need to surrender, you
may squeeze it.  But you know what I want.  Remember what you told me
earlier?  Look at me the whole time, and don't give in."

   "Yes Miss."

   With the last needle, she skewers my tongue.  It stings like hell and I
can taste blood.

   A lot of of what happens next is just a blur.  I know there is a ramp up
of some kind but what im feeling now overwrites that memory.  My whole body
is shaking and I can't stop it, it's like shivering in the freezing cold,
only I'm on fire.  Not on fire with lust, on fire as in my skin is peeling
off as ash.  Waves of nausea wash over me and when each reaches my throat,
I dry heave.  Now I understand why Sonia emptied my stomach.  If she hadn't
I would be vomiting.  I can feel my anus spasming shut and open and thank
her foresight for emptying my bowels too, and it's a good thing she made me
go pee.

   The pain is not coming from the individual needles, but lines of
lightning connecting them through my body.  I can FEEL my organs cooking,
and I'm screaming.  I've never heard myself make this sound before.  I am
being Tortured for real.

   But I am looking at Sonia, and I'll give anything not to surrender.  She
is going to come.  She is straddling my thigh and grinding her vulva on it,
panting, open mouthed, and staring into my eyes, drinking my suffering.  I
can feel her wet panties.  She turns it up again.

   "HE IS SQUEEZING YOUR HAND, YOU HAVE TO STOP" one of the girls, I can't
process her voice.

   "NO!  ITS JUST CONVULSIONS!" Sonia.

   I open my eyes.  I know I'm about to die.  This has to be a heart attack
or a stroke or something.  But I look at my right hand, holding hers, and I
force it open.  OPEN.  OPEN DAMMIT.  I hold it flat, holding her little
hand against my palm with just my thumb.  It's ok if I die, if she comes. I
can't see anymore.  Tears or blood or half blacked out, but I can hear her
and she is moaning hard, either coming right now or very close...  come on
baby...

   It's black.  I'm still shivering so I must be alive, but there is a
strange uneven warm weight on my body, pressing me down.  I can smell my
own cold sweat, but also...  Sonia's perfume.  I smile.  My arms are
crossed over whatever this warm weight is that's pressing me down.

   Finally my brain remembers how my eyes open, and they begin to unblur.
We're in the infirmary.  Room two.  I haven't been sick before but I've
cleaned this room many times.  I am face up on the bed, and Sonia is asleep
on top of me and my arms are around her.  Holy crap!

   "I am not asleep.  I am listening to your heart.  You had palpitations
for half an hour."

   "I'm sorry..." I lift my arms off her, weakly...  my convulsions are
shaking my hands on her back awkwardly.

   "Put those back, they are warm, and I am enjoying your convulsions."

   "Yes Miss."

   Lacking any further invitation to speak, I just hold her and close my
eyes again.

   "Tell me how your balls feel."

   I describe to her, as best as I can, with my voice cracking and
croaking, the throbbing, alternatively sharp and aching pain in my
testicles.  I know she enjoys the experience more if I can describe it
better, so I do my best.  We move like that through my whole body.  My
penis (in great detail, every sensation from base to tip, inside and out)
the aches in my bones, the nausea, my spine hurting for some reason, the
taste of blood in my mouth from where the needle tore a hole in my tongue
and stuck into the roof of my mouth during convulsions.  My anus aching for
no apparent reason, that my right buttock stings and my left is numb.  I do
my best.

   She props herself up, sticking her elbows into my chest and putting her
face right up to mine.  Her breath is warm.  Fuck it.

   I kiss her.  To my immense pleasure and relief, she returns it.  I think
the taste of my blood from my tongue is part of the reason, but also I am
convinced she somehow appreciates my suffering for her like that.  I hope
so, that was really hell and to be honest, my pain and nausea makes this
kiss, which should be the high point of my life, a pretty second rate
experience.  I break it off.  I don't mean any disrespect to her, but I
need to put my head back down or I'm going to go back to dry heaving.  She
feels my forehead.  Her hand feels like ice so I guess I'm burning up, too.

   "I suppose you want me to vote for you now."

   My eyes blur again with tears.

   "I...  wouldn't dare ask you for that.  You're SO beautiful...  there
are so many better boys.  I'm not good enough for you.  I'm going to be
cut. I know it, you know it, everyone knows it.  It's just torture dragging
it out.  I wish I was cut right now.  I want it all to be over." I'm
crying. I don't normally cry like this.  Something is really wrong.  I feel
like the torture I just went through broke something and it isn't a good
feeling at all.

   She touches my tears with her fingertips.  I don't know if she's
enjoying them, trying to sooth me or just doesn't know what to do.

   "I just..." I sob.  I never sob.  What the fuck is this shit.  "When
they...  castrate me, can you be there?  Maybe you can do it.  Like I'm
sure it's some machine and you can press the button or whatever?  And if I
consent will they hold the anesthetic?  So it really hurts.  I can scream
for you one last time before you forget me." I'm really crying.  I guess...
the strain of this whole week has got the best of me.

   She puts her head back down on my shoulder.  I try to caress her little
ear...  I've always wanted to do that...  but im still shivering so its all
clumsy and spastic.  I kiss the top of her head and put my head back down
right away.  Don't move your head, dumbass.

   "I just love you.  All of you.  I've got so many happy memories from
this week that I don't mind getting cut.  I'll remember the good things
until I die." My words are starting to slur, I'm falling asleep again.

   "You're a big stinky stupid." she sounds like a teasing little girl
again.

   This girl.  My head swims and I can feel myself falling asleep again. 
Whatever.  I'm holding Sonia in my arms, everything must be okay.

   I am dreaming about seeing Sonia's Vulva again.  Those rose petals...

   I'm awake again.  It's dark out.  Sonia is sitting on my chest, fixing
her gorgeous blonde hair.  Like I'm furniture.  She is so cute.  The
smallest Girl in our cohort, but with womanly hips and her bottom is so
round...  Hey!  Wait a minute, I feel fine.  If a gorgeous Girl wasn't
sitting on my chest, I could sit up.

   "You had a wet dream."

   "Really?  I was dreaming of...  what you showed me on Monday."

   "Yes, really, you ejaculated all over my fucking skirt." She sounds
PISSED.

   "Oh god I'm so sorry!" Fuck.

   "You were really dreaming of me?"

   "Yeah, that's all I remember."

   "Ok well that's not...  AS bad.  But you're still a fucking creep.  I'm
going home."

   She gets up and leaves.

   I sit up.  I still feel a little woozy, but I guess I've been given some
kind of medication cos I don't feel much pain and I can stand.  School has
been out for hours, I'm late for home.  That isn't good.  I hurry back to
my locker to put my uniform on and hurry home.

   Halfway, my com beeps.  It's a message from Sonia.

   Sonia: Hey, I came all over ur leg while I was torturing u, so I guess
we're even rly.  Also ura G8.
Max: Well, I feel like I got run over by a G8, whatever one is
Sonia: Lol
Back at home, I'm undressing at the door (Mother says a male wearing
clothes in the house is disrespectful) and smiling.  Mother and Miss Linda
are on the sofa chatting away.  Mother is a historian and Miss Linda is a
doctor of psychology and psychiatry.  They do studies together all the

time.

   "Come over here, darling!" Miss Linda is eying my now erect again cock
with a smile and raised eyebrow.  As I walk over to them, she wraps her
hand around it and gives me some gentle strokes, feeling the hardness, and
cups my balls in her other hand.  Mother eyes it too, gives it an absent
minded little squeeze, and speaks.

   "We saw Sonia's recordings - you are a Very Good Boy for what you did
for Sonia and Bianca today!" I smile ear to ear at Mother, delighting in
the glow of her approval.

   "Somebody BADLY needs to come" Miss Linda breathes, giving my cock a
little squeeze.

   "Yes I do!  Mother, may I masturbate?"

   "Not until your chores are done."

   "But Mother I need it so bad..."

   "MAX!" Oh shit, that tone means if I don't remember the right thing, and
say it like I mean it, in the next five seconds, I'm about to have my bare
bottom caned right here in front of Miss Linda.  Thankfully I remember.

   "A man does not beg, plead, or wheadle - that would be unattractive.  He
smiles away his disappointment, and seduces his way to what he desires." I
speak from pure rote, with my eyes closed, but I have not just memorised
the words.  I understand and agree with the passage.  I made a big mistake
begging, and probably should be caned anyway.

   "And when a Female says No to a male, Max, what does it mean?"

   "It means No, Mother."

   "And when a male says no to a Female?"

   "It means nothing, Mother."

   "That's better.  Now sit on the sofa between us, Linda needs to scan
you." I hate scanning but Mother's tone leaves no room for debate and I
don't want to push my luck.

   "Oh Helen, you're so strict with him," Linda's tone is pleased rather
than critical, "memorize the rules, no clothes in the house, no body hair
anywhere, no masturbation before chores, no bedroom door, monitor in his
room...  If I was allowed boys, I would be too lenient I think!"

   Miss Linda guides me, hand still around my cock, turning me around as
she looks at my body, even parting my buttocks looking for hair that isn't
there (I am also perfectly clean there from earlier today), then gently
pulling me down to sit on the lounge.  I am no longer small enough for her
to lift and move around, but my body obeys the slightest touch from her or
Mother.  Both of them have been in control of me for as long as I can
remember.  Mother's touch is always clinical and cold of late, but the feel
of Miss Linda's hands has always been sexual to me and I am sure she's
always enjoyed it too.

   "Now Maxxy, you have suffered severe trauma today and may need some
treatment," Linda's tone is professional and commanding all of a sudden,
but she is still slowly stroking my cock.  Not enough to bring me to
orgasm, but enough to keep my mind occupied on the sensation.  Which is
good, because I'm about to be scanned.

   Mother pulls me towards her, holding me in her arms.  My head is tilted
back, my arms spread open, right draped over Mother, my left on the lounge.
Miss Linda maneuvers her way in between my legs, and places the scanner on
my upturned forehead.

   "Now darling, go to our happy place."

   Miss Linda's hand on my cock helps me get there fast.  I close my eyes
and I'm right there in the memory we use for my treatment.

   I'm eight years old.  Miss Linda has my little hand in hers and guides
me into my room.  My door closed back then and she closes it behind us.  We
are alone and in silent seclusion.  Her smile is beautiful.

   "I'm going to Imprint you now Maxxy.  That means I'm going to show you
something, and you will fixate on that thing sexually when you reach sexual
maturity in a few years.  So when I show you, I want you to look.  Stare.
Memorise what you see.  Look, and look, and look!  You can look as long as
you want, but once you stop, you won't see it again for many years.  Do you
understand, baby?"

   I nod solemnly.  I have no idea what's about to happen to me.

   Miss Linda stands me in the middle of the room, facing the bed.  She is
wearing a beautiful summer dress, light colours that compliment her dark
hair and eyes.  She lifts her dress a little, reaches inside and tugs her
panties down with a wiggle of her hips and a casual smile for me.  I can't
see anything but I'm already staring open mouthed.  I really hope I get to
see in a moment.

   I don't have long to wait.  Linda slips her panties off her feet and
leaves them on the floor, careful not to draw attention to them, and sits
on the edge of my bed.  Leaning back slightly, she lifts up her dress more,
and more, and more.  I watch as her ankles and calves are revealed.  Her
knees.  Her thighs.  Her upper thighs.  Her inner thighs.  Her very upper
thighs.  Her upper, upper, inner thighs, and then finally Heaven.

   I STARE.  I STARE, HARD.  I understand now, why Daddy and Ricky call it
Heaven.  She is so beautiful.  Her thick bush of pubic hair doesn't quite
hide the beautiful shape of her vulva, perfectly rounded outer Labia,
protuding inner labia and the clear outline of her clit hood, in a shadow
of luscious pubic hair.  This is the moment I fall completely in love with
her entire gender, and it's a feeling that has never abated since.

   She starts talking, but by now the Scan has begun in earnest.  Back in
the real world, my body is paralysed and my open eyes stare at the ceiling
as Miss Linda rummages through my brain.  I have no privacy at all.  I
can't hide anything from her, not even things I hide from myself.  She has
an implant in her own brain that controls me through the scanner on my
forehead.  Her mind is linked to mine and in control of me completely, body
and mind.

   She makes me show her my memory of this afternoon.  I don't want to
relive it myself but I have no choice.  Trapped inside my shivering,
convulsing, spasming and screaming body, I watch Sonia grinding her wet
panties on my thigh, the last moments I remember.

   And Linda forces me to keep watching, unlocking the memories.  Tears
stream from my lifeless, staring eyes as I remember the agony.  My
thrashing body tries to vomit, piss and shit itself but my worthless holes
are all totally empty.  The pain box lies hard to my nerves about what's
happening to my body.  It's not just pain now, but destruction.  The inside
of my penis ruptures, the blood inside it boiling and hissing out my pee
hole as searing steam.  My right testicle splits open, then a moment later
my left explodes, ripping my scrotum open as a chunk of it flies out,
hanging by a bloody thread.  I can't breathe with my lungs full of blood
and steam, and my heart is pounding madly, its rythm all wrong as my body
thrashes, totally out of control.

   Except for one hand, which I still hold open, waiting to die.  I'm
crying now, sobbing.  Not for the pain.  Not for the destroyed boy whose
horribly mutilated body can never feel pleasure again, but for the forlorn
love he feels for a sadistic psychopath girl who WILL NEVER, CAN NEVER love
him back, and his tragic, vain sacrifice for her.  I know my body is fine,
but panic grips me anyway.  The box lies to my nerves, and they lie to my
brain.  The destruction of my body is a lie, but the cardiac arrest brought
on from the sensations is real.  My heart loses all rythm, dissolving into
a quivering ball of muscle, and when I finally black out, it's not from
pain.  It's death.

   She comes in her panties, hard, soaking them through to my thigh.

   "UHHHH!  G8!  UGGGGGGH AHHHH AHHH!" staring into my dead eyes that look
through her into the space behind, feeling my dead thigh twitch under her
sopping pussy, Sonia has the best orgasm of her life.  All it took was
torturing me to death.  Nobody moves in to help.  Everyone waits patiently
as her beatiful orgasm subsides.  She gasps periodically for another half
minute or so, her vagina clenching and releasing.

   My body is dead.  I can feel my skin cooling, and I can't move a single
muscle.  I'm not breathing and my heart does not beat.  But my brain is
still receiving signals.  My entire nervous system is kept alive by the
pain box.  I can feel the agony it's lying to me about, see out of my dead
eyes, and hear through my dead ears.  Finally, she remembers to turn it
off, and my brain shuts down completely with it.  I descend into darkness.

   Moments later, they restart my heart and I begin to regain
consciousness, gasping for air.  I can see the ceiling moving above us. 
The other boys are carrying us to the infirmary, and Sonia is sitting on my
chest like I'm a princess's sedan chair.  I black out again.

   And my real eyes open.  I'm crying.  Sobbing.  Out of control.  Mother
and Miss Linda are both holding me.  Linda describes to Mother what we have
both just seen, then they both hold me for a long time and let me cry.  I
can't stop.

   "Just let it out Maxxy.  You need to cry.  You have an extremely severe
and acute case of post traumatic, which is completely understandable, but
you need to take treatment for it." Miss Linda's voice is a mix of clinical
and loving.

   "He has tests tomorrow." Mother sounds more angry than anything.

   "We'll see.  For now this one needs to be completely babied so his mind
and body can focus on recovering."

   "No chores for you tonight little one, someone else will have to cook
for us!  You may not speak again until you are told." Mother is fitting my
restraints to me now.  She locks my ankles together and my wrists behind my
back, then pushes me to Linda, giving me to her.  Miss Linda holds me like
you one holds a baby.  Mother hands her a baby bottle and soon I am being
fed.  I am not responsible for my arms and legs.  Can't move them, not my
problem.  I can't talk either so I don't need to worry about what to say or
listen either.  I just suck on the big bottle's nipple and swallow the
protein rich milk inside.  I'm getting sleepy but I'm also really, really,
really hungry.  My whole body was emptied earlier today and this is the
first sustenance I've had since.

   I'm dimly aware of my surroundings.  Miss Linda still has me on the
sofa. I finished my bottle and I'm going to sleep in her arms.  Becky is
home, and Daddy and Ricky sound like they're cooking.  It's a family night
and im going to sleep...  right...  through.....  it.

   The inside of my penis ruptures, the blood inside it boiling and hissing
out my pee hole as searing steam.  My right testicle splits openAnd I
shudder awake with a gasp!  It's dark and we're on my bed.  Miss Linda
still has me and she holds me close.  I am still in restraints, ankles
locked together, wrists together behind my back.  I can move but not much.

   "It's just a nightmare baby.  Your mind is working through it all.  You
need to relax and sleep more, and be held and babied until you're better."
she brushes away my tears and holds me.  Slowly, slowly I calm down and
stop sobbing.  She kisses the last of my tears and they're gone.

   I can hear sex.  I think my daddy is in with Becky, and Ricky, who is
Becky's dad, is in with Mother.  Both couples are fucking right now.  My
cock shoots up at the wet sounds and moaning and brushes against Miss
Linda's thigh.  Her soft, smooth hand finds it in the dim light and begins
to stroke me.  There is just enough light in the room to see her hand
moving up and down.

   "sshh-sh-shh little darling.  Go to our happy place.  Close your little
eyes." She kisses my eyelids, one, then the other, and gently begins to
masturbate me.  I am eight years old.  I am looking at Miss Linda's
beautiful vulva.  I can look as long as I want.  I am a baby in her arms
being shushed to sleep and gently rocked.  I am a boy being masturbated.  I
am all of these things at once.  Soon, my orgasm begins to build.

   She kisses me on the mouth.  I open and our tongues brush together.  I'm
not allowed to speak but I moan softly as my penis fills with come, ready
to explode out.  God I need to come so hard, so much.

   "Hold it a little while, darling.  I want you to really squirt it hard."
I hold it.  The pressure in my cock builds up and my mind blanks.  I can
think of nothing else but WONDERFUL sensation of my semen packed inside my
penis, more and more pressure mounting every second.  I hold it.  I hold
it! I can't hold it any more!

   "Come baby!" Wet, warm semen sprays my face and chest in a powerful long
jet.

   "Woo!  That's a big one!" Linda sounds like she's cajoling a baby but
she's talking about my semen spurting out in jets and covering my chest,
tummy, mound, penis, balls, all over her hand and forearm.  So much come. I
have never come so hard or so much before.  I lie in her arms, panting, as
she begins to clean me up with her hand, scooping it up in her fingers,
feeding me my semen which I obediently swallow.  I'm used to eating it by
now but there is so much that by the end it's geting goopy and cold and I
gag a little.

   My com beeps.  I can't move my hands but it's on the bed behind me and I
can turn and just see it.

   Sonia: Ok fine u didn't have a wet dream.  I was bored and u were
snoring and hard so I masturbated u a bit and u leaked on my skirt.  Creep!
It's almost like she can see us in the room.  Spooky girl.  I can't
answer her so I let sleep take me.  The glow from my com fades to black and
my mind follows it down as Miss Linda holds me close to her breasts and
rocks me, repeatedly planting gentle kisses on the baby's forehead,

ignoring the sticky wetness all down my front.

   My body is dead.  I can feel my skin cooling, and I can't move a single
muscle.  But my brain is still receiving signals.  My entire nervous system
is kept alive by the pain box.  I can feel the agony it's lying to me
about, see out of my dead eyes...

   Gasping awake again, back to sobbing and this time Ricky's got me.  Miss
Linda no doubt has work tomorrow and needed some sleep away from a crying,
shivering, convulsing baby.

   "Shhh little one, you're okay.  Everything's gonna be alright.  You just
cry it all out.  The G series test is a bitch.  I took it ten years ago and
it fucked me right up.  Riiight up!  Shhh-shh-shh."

   He finally quiets me, and the rest of the house is quiet too.  I can
hear his powerful, slow beating heart in one ear pressed against his
massive chest, and my other ear hears nothing.  Dad is probably still in
with Becky, either waiting for her to get into a deep sleep, or slowly
cleaning her up while she sleeps, licking up one little dribble at a time.
That's how she likes it.

   And it makes sense Ricky has me.  Mother will have sat on his face and
ejected his mess straight into his mouth, then kicked him out the moment he
finished licking her clean.

   The thought of these poweful Women and their slaves makes me rock hard
again fast.  I wish I wasn't being castrated tomorrow.  I would give
anything to be a sex slave like Daddy or Ricky.

   Ricky's hand grasps my penis and he begins to stroke me.  I smile in
pleasure as he turns me around to face away from him and expose my bottom.
One of Miss Linda's experiments is to test whether sexual contact with men
helps boys get over the usual homophobia.  I believe it's worked very, very
well as Ricky's thumb brushes my anus and begins to massage it.  He
probably isn't going to stick his cock in because he's never fucked me
before but the sensation of my penis and bottom both stimulated at once
overloads me and my body starts shuddering with pleasure.  I surrender my
body completely to the powerful man and lose myself in his masculine scent.
He jacks me hard and fast.  He wants to make me come quickly and I know my
body will obey him.

   Straining against my wrist bands, I reach back to hold his huge, fat
cock between my hands.  I try to stroke him as best I can, but he laughs it
off and bends me forward to rub his cock up between my buttocks.  I can
feel the cool smooth surface of his slave collar as he bends to kiss and
lick my ear.  Sensory overload.  Moments later my penis is squirting away
onto my bedsheets as he tosses me off casually and I wonder what it would
be like to suck his beautiful, huge cock.

   He kisses and licks the back of my neck and I feel like a tiny prey
animal being eaten by a lion.  I am no match for his strength even if I
wasn't tied up.  I close my eyes with my wet penis against his wrist and my
balls in his hand, his thick cock rubbing on my asshole while he eats me
alive just slowly and gently enough to let me drift off to sleep.

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