☆ Note - this is not for everyone. There's probably bondage, gay sex or references to it and definitely images of extreme sex, questionable consent, outright non-consent, blackmail and there might be verbal degradation and abuse. I know this. No need to comment if you are just going to attack the author for writing it. You kept reading it.
What does that make you?
This is a complete and utter fantasy that will never, ever happen - it's the same as elves and dwarves and faithful wives. NOT REAL. You've been warned.
It came to me, as I floated in the hazy darkness of half awake horny musings brought on by those damn pills William gave me last night, that I really wanted to strap curvy young Carol to that bondage bench thing and grab a fistful of her dark mane and just sink a spur into the slutty filly and ride her until one of us passed out. Yep. that's what would cure me. Bring me back my happiness. Restore my manhood.
"Ohhhh, keep throating it you little twink. It's your fault I can't sleep and you're going to keep choking on cock until I cum!" I said into the room. I said it a little loudly so that Sweet Billy could hear me, currently being under the covers with his wrists cuffed behind his back and my cock in his throat. I had one leg laid over his back and I was using my heel to keep him in rhythm on my cock.
The devious twink had drugged me again last night. No doubt hoping for exactly the situation he now found himself in. Knowing that I'm not gay. Right before a date, that was actually a poor idea, with a sexy younger female employee who I just wanted to, well....use. To dominate and cum into like an old sock. Not very noble or gentlemanly of me. I'll admit that.
Yeah, I was very attracted to Carol, but not in any pure way.
I was grieving and adrift and I needed a soft, warm, wet hole to fuck all my anger and sadness and powerlessness into. Some woman to take right to the edge of the darkness that comes for us all. A woman who wouldn't or couldn't call the police after I was done. I needed the kind of Kentucky trailer park trash, victim, piece of fuckmeat that would just be happy for the attention.
Carol wasn't that. She was from Alabama. She was intelligent and educated. In short, Carol was not a victim. But she'd do for right now. I would make her the perfect victim, even if it ultimately destroyed her legal career. Or mine.
Maybe between her and my man servant William, I could get back to some semblance of being a man. By punishing them both.
"Eat my ass, Billy," I said as I pushed his head down. "Tongue it like a good girl."
He attacked his task enthusiastically. Couldn't complain about that.
"Damn. Billy sure knows how to eat ass," I thought as I slowly stroked my cock. I knew I wouldn't cum; not until I was thrusting into something. I made a decision. No more hand jobs. No more getting fucked up my ass. Well. Maybe sometimes. Just a little prostate pressure. Or a tongue. Yeah, definitely. HeHe!! Who would have thought?
But not this morning. This morning I had to fuck something. And Billy was the closest thing to a hole I had. I grabbed his head with both hands and pulled his little body upward. I unfastened his cuffs and shoved him down onto the mattress.
"Get on your face Billy. Grab the headboard with both hands and don't you dare let go," I said sternly.
He complied, scrambling upwards towards the top of the bed. No doubt thinking that maybe he over did it with the pills. Too late now sweetie!! Daddy needs a hole!
As I mounted his smooth thighs and slowly pulled up the nightgown I had him wear to bed, I had to say that his ass looked pretty good. I gave it a little slap and using my left hand to guide my still hard cock to the entrance to his tight ass and my right hand to press his face into the pillow, I forced my way inside my own personal twink. Felt damn good.
I wonder how much I'm paying for this.
"Time to be a good girl for me Billy. Don't you move. Don't say a word. Just submit. Lay there and take what Daddy gives you," I hissed.
The pounding wasn't gentle and it wasn't over quickly. Although that was mostly because the damn drugs kept distracting my mind as I was working up to my orgasm. So that's his fault. His tight ass could normally have made me cum pretty quickly.
I really fucked him up. I think that I wanted it to hurt a little. Remind him who was the man. Or maybe remind myself. At any rate, I wanted it raw and animalistic.
I set up a pace and settled into it. Enjoyed his moans and seeing his feminine arms holding onto the headboard for dear life as I did my best to break him in two. Throwing in a slap to his ass excited me so I increased them to more solid slaps to his ribs which caused Sweet Billy to clench his ass tightly on my pistoning cock.
"Yeah, Bitch. You wanted it. Take it all," I called to him. "My man? Now you're my little queer cockpig, huh?" I gave his ribs a quick jab. Not enough to bruise, but he knew he'd been punched with a fist.
That set him off. He started bucking his hips back at me and let out a high pitched keening wail that tightened up my balls and put me right on the edge of release.
"I'm going to use you up! I'm going to give you tits! I'm going lock away your little limp dick and never let you cum again! You'll be a couple of holes for me to use. I'll make you suck Carol's cum off my cock you little faggot! You're going to spend hours eating my ass while I fuck your slutty friend stupid!" I yelled at the back of his head as I forced his face into the pillow.
Just then, I realized that I was going keep this little cock sucker and make him as effeminate as possible. I was going to make him be, exactly, what I wanted. Look how I wanted. It was freeing; knowing that using a willing androgynous twink as a sextoy was something that I was going to incorporate into my day to day life moving forward. My own personal fag!
As I filled Billy with ropes of fresh hot cum, he squealed and bucked on my cock. Whether from excitement or pain I didn't know. But I knew that his ass and throat were both going to be regular targets of my attention in future. He was just going to have longer hair and B cup tits and I was going to lock his little dick and balls away in a cage to make sure he stayed faithful to me.
"Roll over Billy," I said after I moved to the edge of the bed and off of him.
Silently he rolled over away from me and I reached down and pulled the cotton nightgown he had on again up to see that he had made quite a mess of himself and the gown. Strangely his small dick was flaccid and showed no sign of life.
"You made a mess, Sweet Billy. Did you have fun? Did Daddy fuck that cum out of you?" I asked.
"I...I had an orgasm, Sir. As you can see. Sir made me," he said, looking down but smiling.
"Billy, does your dick ever get hard?" I asked.
"Not often Sir. I have only ever orgasmed from being penetrated. I apologize, Sir."
"Perfect," I said, "don't change a thing. Well, actually. I want you in a cage. Find a small one that fits your little clitty well and locks securely. I'll have the key. Prioritize this, William, if you want to remain in my service. Also, in future I expect to see the top of your hair grown longer. I'll even send you a picture of a fuck slut I used to know back in college. You're going to grow her hair style and probably you're going to have her tits too."
"Sir...?" Billy started to protest but I cut him off.
