All characters in sexual situations are 18 years of age and older.
*
“God, what the fuck?” Kay shouted, storming into the house. Her head hurt. The men she worked with were so fucking stupid, and it made her fucking head hurt.
In the living room, Riley shivered; he hadn’t heard her car pull up. The small man had been asleep on his dog bed, still healing from the last beating Kay had given his feet, and he’d expected her home at her regular six thirty. Instead, it was five o’clock and he hadn’t been kneeling at the door.
He hurried on his hands and knees, bare skin perpetually cold in the frigid air of Kay’s home. She was slight, but her high blood pressure left her perpetually overheated, and it wasn’t her problem that Riley wasn’t allowed to wear clothes even if it was her rule.
When he got to the front hallway, he knew better than to look up at Kay. If she was already angry, she’d want him subservient as he could be and looking at her would only offer her more opportunities to take her anger out on him.
“What was so fucking important,” she started, yanking her pointed shoes off and all but throwing them at Riley who scrambled to put them away, “that you couldn’t be where you were supposed to be? Well?”
“Does Mistress Kay want this slave to answer?” Riley asked quietly, his voice half-hoarse in fear. When she asked questions like that–insistently, intensely–it meant she’d been in a fowl mood before he’d messed up.
“No, I’m asking Alexa,” she barked. Riley braced himself as she stepped forward, and he felt a cold feeling in the pit of his stomach when Kay walked right past him and toward the basement door. “Come here, cunt. Answer my question and get your ass downstairs.”
Riley hurriedly crawled after her. “Sleeping, Mistress Kay. This slave was sleeping.”
Kay waited until Riley was on the last few steps, knowing how scared he was of crawling down them, before she used her foot on his ass to push him down the rest of them. “That’s a lie,” she said, watching him scramble to right himself off the floor. “On your back, ass against the bench. I’m caning your soles until you tell me what you were actually doing.”
Riley hated these games. He knew that she knew he wasn’t lying–he knew better than to lie to her. But she wanted a specific answer, and he had no idea what it was.
Still, he dutifully laid on his back, scooting close to the bench until his ankles were resting in the open cuffs along its side. Kay strapped his feet in, tightening the cuffs uncomfortably, before she added another item around Riley’s thighs: a spreader bar. Finally, his wrists were secured to bolted hooks in the floor, leaving him open and vulnerable.
It was a new item to Riley, the spreader bar between his thighs, but in his experiences new always equaled pain. Tears prickled at the corners of his eyes as Kay grabbed something off a shelf that Riley couldn’t see.
“You know I hate liars,” Kay said, an eager look on her face hidden from Riley’s view. “How long has your useless clit been locked up for?”
“Three months, Mistress Kay,” he answered, feeling a cold sweat prickle his skin.
“That’s going to cost you.” Riley heard the sound of a willow switch smack against Kay’s palm, and his still-healing feet ached in anticipation of what was to follow. “Tell you what. I’m a merciful mistress, so I’ll spare your soles, today. But you’re still getting hit; you lied twice, now. I know you weren’t lying around sleeping, and it’s been three months and two weeks since I locked that gross little worm up.”
Riley held back tears. It wasn’t his fault he was wrong! It had been so long since he’d been even allowed outside. He forgot what day it was, what week–he could barely recall how long he’d been stuck in this house. But arguing with Kay would only result in pain, so he bore the unfairness of it as she walked toward him, dreading what her ‘mercy’ would look like.
The switch swung through the air and hit before Riley even saw where Kay was. But he certainly felt where she’d hit.
With a strangled sound, the purpose of the spreader bar became apparent as Riley struggled to try to close his knees, balls stinging brilliantly where Kay had hit them.
“What were you doing, cunt?” Kay asked again, hitting Riley’s balls once more before he could think to reply. He let out a pained gasp that Kay ignored in favor of dealing another strike against the tenderness of his testicles. “What were you doing when you should have been waiting for me?”
“Sleeping!” Riley wailed, squirming as much as his restraints would allow. His stomach churned threateningly, the pain blaring in his groin.
Smack. “How dare you talk to me like that?” Kay growled, glaring down at Riley as the boy realized his mistake. Before he could right it–before he could beg her not to hurt him–she gripped the switch tightly and brought it down a dozen times in rapid succession, watching as the final blow drew blood from the delicate skin of Riley’s sac.
He screamed through the attack, pulling helplessly at his restraints as tears streamed down his cheeks and he blubbered apologies. Kay felt herself getting wet; she loved it when he cried.
While Riley sobbed and squirmed, trying to find a position that would relieve some of the pain in his balls, Kay took a key out of her pocket and unlocked Riley’s painfully small chastity cage, yanking at it until the whole device had managed to come off, though not without squeezing and half-crushing Riley’s tender cock and balls.
Once his tiny cock was in view, Kay grabbed it and yanked at it harshly a few times, feeling it harden in her hand. At full hardness, Riley was a generous four inches, and Kay took great delight in reminding him that he could never satisfy a woman with that.
Despite all his pain, Riley hadn’t had his cock touched in months, and he felt it hardening in Kay’s rough grip as he choked back a few more sobs. “M-mistress Kay, please…” he begged, watching her hand on his small cock as it moved up and down, jostling his aching balls.
“Please what, cunt? What could you possibly have the fucking balls to ask for, now?” She asked, twisting Riley’s cock painfully each time she emphasized a word.
“Please don’t hurt me.” Riley’s wet eyes squeezed shut as he spoke, body trembling in a way that made Kay’s clit throb. She wanted him to beg more. She wanted him to scream.
“This was what you were trying to do, wasn’t it?” She pressed as she roughly jerked Riley’s small cock, feeling powerful as she fed him what was so obviously a lie. “You were trying to hump your disgusting little worm against everything in the house, weren’t you? Trying to make it push out all your gross, oily, stinking, rotting, disgusting cum all over my clean house?”
He choked out a sob. “N-no, Mistress Kay. I–This slave swears he wasn’t trying to cum.” And he hadn’t been. Even if it had been over two years since he’d had a full orgasm, Riley never tried to jerk off. Not after the one time Kay had caught him, and nearly put him in the hospital with anal tearing after shoving household items into his ass.
“You’re lying,” Kay said, her tone cold. It didn’t matter his response, now. If he agreed, she’d punish him for trying to masturbate. If he denied it, she’d punish him for lying. Riley couldn’t win, and that was exactly how Kay wanted things.
“But I’ll tell you what. If you really weren’t trying to cum, then you shouldn’t be that horny. I mean, I just ruined your balls, right? So if you can handle me stroking your nasty pig dick for just five minutes, I’ll let you off with a warning.” Riley swallowed hard. As much as he hated to admit it, Kay’s hand was already starting to feel good despite the pain in his sac. It had been so long, and although it wasn’t at the top of the list, Riley missed cumming.
“If you don’t make it, though?” Kay continued, grinning just out of Riley’s line of sight. “I’m putting hot sauce on your sad, blue balls and recording you screaming for the next hour. Maybe longer, if I think it’s funny.”
With that, Kay started stroking Riley’s cock faster. She didn’t need his agreement; this wasn’t a deal, it was a game, and Riley was the toy.
Even before Kay had taken over his life, Riley had always had a bit of a hair trigger. He’d used to cum in his pants fairly regularly, needing little more than a few kisses and a light touch from a pretty man or woman. Now, though–with three month’s worth of cum filling his aching balls, Riley never stood a chance.
He barely lasted a minute, panting and gasping as he tried to hold back, before Kay let go of his cock and watched as his ruined orgasm dribbled thick, heavy globs of white cum down his cock’s own length, no pleasure or relief to accompany his costly ejaculation. Instead, Riley’s balls ached all the worse for the lack of stimulation as the young man started to sob in anticipation of the pain to come.
—
It was a week later when Senna, sweet and round and lovely and brown, had offered Riley a deal. Submit to her, instead, and she would get him out of there. And it was a gamble; Senna could have been so, so much worse. Senna could have made him wish he’d stayed with Kay. But his feet and balls still ached from the week before, and his small cock was mashed too tightly into a chastity cage he hated, and he was desperate enough to say yes.
The whirlwind of events that followed were this: Senna asking him where Kay kept his things–ID and birth certificate and other important documents–before excusing herself from the party to the bathroom, taking the time to gather up all of Riley’s few possessions and tucking them into her large jacket. It was late November, and she was grateful she had dressed for it, the bulk of fabric easily concealing Riley’s things.
She told Riley to slip out into the backyard when she started a commotion, then come around front after he heard people go back into the house. A splashed wine glass and a few choice words had Kay all but forcing Senna out of the house, and soon Riley was safe–if still naked and frightened–in the passenger seat of her Mercedes.
Once they’d driven a few blocks away, Senna pulled off to the side of the road and slipped out of her skirt, revealing she’d worn thick leggings underneath it, and passed it to Riley. “Here,” she said, glancing around at the road. “It’s long enough that it should cover your chest and bits at least until we get home. Are you okay?”
“Yeah…” Riley answered, a skeptical tone to his voice as he slipped the skirt on over his head, elastic holding it up just under his armpits as it covered his ass and cock, if only barely.
“Talkative, aren’t you?” Senna teased, reaching into her pocket to fish around a moment before offering a key to Riley. “Use this and take that thing off your cock, at least.”
He only stared a moment before taking the tiny key from Senna, grateful that she’d thought to grab it as well. He quickly unlocked his cage, though getting it off involved a lot of ginger motions and soft hissing as his balls slowly fit through the ring, trees and houses flying by outside the car.
Senna glanced over as Riley finally managed to get himself free, letting out a soft sound. “Yikes–that’s some rough chafing,” she said, face scrunching at her nose and eyes. “I’ve got some triple antibiotic ointment and baby oil that should do just the trick for it when we get home. Might want to soak it in some Epsom salt, first, though. Mind if I run you a bath?”
Riley blinked. What an odd question. If Senna owned him, now, did she really have to ask? Still, he nodded; he wasn’t going to question her. Not yet.
Not when he didn’t know what punishment looked like from her.
The rest of the short ride was fairly quiet. Senna didn’t push him to talk, and Riley didn’t volunteer. Soon, they’d arrived at a pretty two-story house with a large garage and yard, and Senna pulled in before she came around to open Riley’s door for him.
“C’mon, Riley. Let’s get you cleaned up and settled in your new home, okay?”
He nodded, watching as she offered a hand to him. Tentatively, he took it, and she pulled him up to his feet before leading him into the big, warm house. Riley shivered as they walked inside; it had been years since he’d felt warm, but Senna’s house pressed it in from all angles, leaving little room for his chill.
She led him up the stairs and into a large bathroom, the tub easily big enough for two, before gesturing for him to sit on the small ceramic counter. “Dress off, dove. I wanna get a chance to actually look at the damage before we start cleaning you off,” she said. Riley obeyed, slipping out of the skirt before sitting on the counter on display for Senna.
Having not worn clothes for the better part of the last few years had dulled any modesty Riley may have had, so when Senna came over after turning on the warm water he didn’t so much as move to cover himself.
She offered him a smile, soft and gentle, as she came and put a hand on his hip. “You’re an awfully good boy, aren’t you?” She asked, and Riley let out a small whimper at the question; he wanted to be good. He wanted so badly to be good.
Senna leaned in and pressed a single kiss to Riley’s shoulder and the boy trembled. “It’s alright, dove. I know you’ve had it rough, but I promise it gets better from here. Now, let me get a good look.”
With that, she reached down to gently lift Riley’s small cock, examining both it and his large, delicate balls. She frowned when she saw the still-healing cuts on his sac, tenderly tracing the line of one. “Where did you get these?”
“Mistress Kay said I was a liar and caned my balls for it,” he answered, feeling a ghost of pain at the memory. He’d begged for almost two hours before Kay had finally washed the hot sauce off his injured sac.
She gave a sigh and nodded. “I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve that.” With her free hand, she cupped Riley’s balls and gingerly petted her thumb back and forth over-top of them.
“But I did,” Riley argued, feeling his cock start to stir at the attention. His ruined orgasm a week ago had done almost nothing–much the same as every ruin before it–to quell his desire to cum, and Senna’s fingers were warm and soft on his skin.
“You couldn’t tell a lie so bad that it made you deserve a punishment you didn’t agree to,” Senna said firmly, feeling the way Riley’s cock swelled in her hand.
She paused in her touches, and Riley watched as Senna got a small bottle of lube from under the sink, setting it beside him before getting two hearty pumps into the palm of her hand, cupping the other over it to warm the lube. “Kay had bragged earlier–I don’t know if you heard–about how long it’d been since you’d really cum. Would you like an orgasm before we bathe you?”
The question confused Riley. Senna owned him, he thought. What he wanted didn’t matter, right?
“Why are you asking?” It didn’t add up. Was she waiting for him to make a mistake? Was this–was this really what it was like for other subs?
Senna looked worried, glancing down at his cock a moment before she looked back up to his face. “I’m asking because you’re allowed to say no. If you don’t want me to touch you there, I won’t,” she explained, and Riley felt a paradigm shift.
No–he was allowed to say no. It felt foreign, and before Riley could let himself get too overwhelmed, he nodded. “I’d like to cum, if you’d let me,” he said.
It was all she needed, wrapping a hand with warm, wet lube around the shaft of his cock. Riley let out a soft breath that hitched in his throat when Senna moved her thumb over the covered ridge of his cock. “Can I ask you to do something for me?” Senna started, slowly moving her hand up and down on Riley’s short cock, squeezing the head gently when it passed between her thumb and forefinger.
Riley nodded, eyes going unfocused as he fell into the pleasure of Senna’s warm hand.
“Pull my tits out of my shirt for me, and then squish them however you like,” Senna said. Riley swallowed hard, his cock giving a sharp throb in Senna’s hand at the order.
Gingerly, he worked the low-cut neckline of Senna’s shirt down under her bra, marveling at how soft and big her breasts were. With both hands, he lifted one out of its cup and felt his mouth water at the sight of her big, brown nipple.
Senna saw how he looked at her and gave a short laugh. “Go ahead–suck on them if you wanna.”
Riley didn’t need to be told twice.
Her skin tasted sweet and smooth, and he had to use both hands to hold her big tit to his lips. Hearing her breath catch when he sucked at her nipple, his balls started to pull up.
“Please,” he begged, watching Senna slowly stroking his needy little cock. Watching it twitch between her fingers. Feeling the way his cum seemed to roil and churn deep in the root of his cock, wanting more than just to dribble out.
“Since you asked nicely,” Senna cooed, pressing a small kiss to Riley’s cheek, “I’ll make sure you squirt nice and hard.”
With that, she stroked him faster, using her other hand to gently massage his balls. Riley felt his cock start to leak, the muscles in his stomach tensing up as his toes curled and he leaned back. Eyes squeezing shut, he could feel his cum rising up the shaft of his cock, hot and thick and then spurting out over Senna’s hand, coating his stomach and her shirt in thick globs as he huffed and whimpered under her touch.
“Good boy,” she purred, slowing her strokes to press the last squirts of cum out of his cock. Riley shivered, feeling tears well in the corners of his eyes as Senna let go of his cock to instead rub at his thighs and belly. “What a good, good boy…”
He sniffled, and then the dam broke. Big, heaving sobs came out as Senna pulled him against her body, rubbing his back in big circles and ignoring the mess between them in favor of comforting her boy.
As hard as he cried, it wasn’t for long, and soon Senna was able to pull back. She stripped off her own clothes and turned off the bath, turning back to Riley to scoop him up into her arms.
He squeaked. He’d never been held like this, before, but Senna’s arms felt so sure, and he was too tired to worry.
She climbed into the tub and sat down, settling Riley in her lap and letting the warm water soak into both of them. Senna reached for a small bottle of bodywash–an unscented one she saved for when she cut herself shaving–and squirted some into her hand, warming it a moment before she started soaping up Riley’s back. Her fingers traced over the scars there, feeling where he’d been whipped or caned or cut, and she kissed at his soft face as she held him.
Riley trembled as he was cleaned, soft hiccups and little whimpers slipping out now and then. He cried a bit more, but Senna gently scrubbed his body down and cleaned his soft hair and when he seemed on the verge of sobbing again she would pull him close and let him rest his head on her chest, warm and soft, until he’d calmed back down.
Finally cleaned, she helped him out of the bath and sat him on a big, fluffy towel, drying his body off with careful pats. “You’ve been so good for me,” she said, voice soft and low. “Just a little more, and then we can get you settled down for bed, alright?”
Riley, exhausted and emotionally drained, just nodded.
Senna left Riley’s towel open to let the boy dry better while she got a new toothbrush out of the medicine cabinet, rinsing it off and putting a small dot of toothpaste on it. “Open up for me?” She asked, coming back over to Riley who dutifully opened his mouth.
She was careful even with this, scrubbing down his teeth and tongue and not letting the toothbrush gag him. Then, she put an antibiotic ointment on his soft penis and balls, and paused.
“It’s too late to go out, tonight, but we should really at least cover your injuries so you don’t rub against them while you sleep. The last girlfriend I had was about your size, and she left some of her clothes here. Would you wear a pair of her panties for me?”
Riley nodded. He’d been made to wear women’s clothes, before; Kay used to love to call him all kinds of names when she’d dress him up. If not for the name-calling, Riley wouldn’t have minded so much.
Senna kissed his cheek and left the room, coming back with a pair of soft cotton panties in a pastel pink. She slipped them up Riley’s legs and lifted him up to pull them up over his butt. They were comfortable, and held his small cock well.
“You look pretty,” she said, and Riley shivered. That–that wasn’t something he was used to being called. “We’ll get you some new clothes tomorrow if you’re up for it, but these will do for the night.”
With that, she picked Riley up and carried him off to her bedroom, laying him down on one side of her bed. She pulled on a pair of green panties, then, and eased off her wig, setting it on its foam cap before she started her evening skincare routine. Several minutes later, and Senna had her satin cap pulled on–mint green with elegant little patterns on top–and had finished brushing her wig as well.
When she climbed into bed, Riley was still awake, if just barely. He looked over to her and asked, “Is this… what it’s supposed to be like?”
Senna paused. She thought the question over and shrugged. “I think there’s not much of a ‘supposed to’ to it. I think there’s some people who might’ve even enjoyed what Kay–what she’s like. But even that needs–you have to talk about it, you know? Even if that was something you wanted, there’d still have to be conversations. But if this feels good to you? Then, yeah. This is what it’s supposed to be like.”
Riley mulled it over, and might’ve said more if he hadn’t drifted off mid-thought. The day had worn on him and when he felt Senna pull him in close he felt warm and safe against her body, and sleep wasn’t something he could dodge any longer.
Senna followed shortly thereafter, holding Riley like a teddy against her chest as sleep wrapped around them both.
—
The next few days, Riley was quiet. Senna didn’t push him; she knew he’d been through a lot, though perhaps not the full extent of it. She brought him meals and let him rest, and in the evenings she bathed him and held him close.
On the fifth morning, though, Senna woke Riley up at ten. She brought a plate of food–toast with butter and jam, and chicken sausages, and savory oatmeal with a fried egg on top, and fresh orange juice–and set it on the bedside table before climbing into bed beside Riley, pulling him in to kiss his brow.
“Rye?” She started, feeling him wake slowly. He blinked up at her and wrapped his arms around her body as best he could, clinging to her in his sleepy state. She hugged him back, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.
“Hey, baby boy,” she cooed, rubbing his back slowly. “I know you haven’t felt up to going out, but we’ve got somewhere to be, today. Can I get you to come out with me in an hour?”
He nodded slowly, though she could see the reticence in his movements. “If you’re good while we’re out, I’ll give you a reward when we get home.” He looked up at her, curiosity in his eyes. “Nope–it’s a surprise. You’ll have to be good to find out what it is.”
Riley slowly let go of her, sitting up and looking over to his food. He mouthed a “thank you,” though no sound came out, and slowly picked at his food as Senna got up.
“You’ll have to wear some of Anne’s clothes,” Senna said, going to where she had her ex’s things. “I’m sorry, baby–I know it’s probably uncomfortable.”
Shrugging, Riley took a bite of oatmeal and egg. He didn’t mind so much–not when Senna never said anything bad about him when he wore them.
She found a t-shirt and hoodie of her own–well fitted on her, but they would be baggy on Riley–and a pair of leggings for him to wear along with a pair of flip flops. It would be comfortable, at least, and she hoped it wouldn’t feel too awful gender-wise.
Riley let Senna move him around, getting him dressed as he ate, and soon he was ready to go. He carried his dishes down to the kitchen, setting them in the sink to soak while Senna finished getting herself dressed, and then they were out the door.
The cool air felt comforting against Riley’s face, and Senna led him to the car and buckled him in before getting in the driver’s side and starting them off.
The building they pulled up to was large and beige, a product of the seventies, and inside they went up to the eighth floor and into a small psychiatric office. Senna had called the first day Riley had been with her, scheduling an appointment for him, and had struck luck when she was able to set up something quickly. Riley was a bit surprised to be where he was, but he didn’t protest, and when the time for his appointment came he followed the therapist mutely into a back room.
It had taken some time to work out how to communicate, but his therapist was patient and kind and she let him write his thoughts out when it became too difficult to speak. The hour went by quickly, and at the end she gave him a journal and told him to write in it every day about anything that crossed his mind. Senna set another appointment for the next week, and they left.
In the car, she buckled him in and when she sat beside him, she took one of his hands in her own. “Hey, Rye?” She started, catching the boy’s attention. “I just want you to know it’s gonna be okay. You–I know you’ve been through some really messed up stuff, and if you don’t want to submit to me you don’t have to. I don’t mind letting you live with me either way. I just want to help you, and–”
“No,” Riley said, his voice hoarse. He looked worried, and Senna paused to let him find his words. It took a few moments, before he pulled out the little journal the therapist had given him and jotted something down. When he showed her, it said, “If I was left in charge of me, I wouldn’t do anything. I need help. I need someone to be in charge. Please don’t stop.”
She nodded. “Of course, Rye–I just wanted you to know that it’s not something I’m gonna force on you. I want you to want this, too.”
He scribbled again, then held it up. “I do. If it’s you, I want it.”
Senna felt her chest warm at that, and she took his hand once more to press a kiss across his knuckles. “Okay. That’s all I needed to know.”
With that, they drove home. As curious as Riley was about his reward, he was half-asleep by the time they got there, emotionally exhausted from speaking with his therapist, and Senna helped him get to bed before tucking him in for a nap.
It was an hour and a half later that she came into the bedroom, stripping herself naked before climbing into bed beside Riley, getting close enough to him to pull him up against her. Riley stirred, finding his face pressed against her soft breasts and letting out a quiet, happy sound as he breathed in her soft scent, peaches and brown sugar.
“Hey, baby boy,” Senna cooed, feeling Riley press closer to her. “How are you holding up?”
He shrugged his shoulders, nuzzling his face against her as he felt his cock start to stir. It had been a few days since he’d cum in Senna’s hand, sitting on the bathroom counter after being rescued. And with the food he’d been eating lately–rich vegetables and fish and chicken, sweet and salty and savory things, wheaty breads and coconut milk–his body had the energy to feel as needy as his mind did.
Senna felt a pressure shift against her hip, feeling Riley’s cock hardening, and she smiled; it looked like he was enjoying his reward. She moved to shift one large breast, lining her nipple up with Riley’s mouth. “Open up for me, Rye,” she said, tone gentle but firm.
Eagerly, Riley opened his mouth, stomach fluttering when Senna pressed her warm nipple into it. She had bathed recently, and he could taste the lingering sweetness of the sugar scrub she’d used.
He sucked at her skin, tentatively bringing one hand up to help hold her breast in place, and as he did he felt his small cock reach its full hardness. It twitched against Senna’s hip, and he looked pleadingly up at her, not wanting to let go of her breast just yet.
Senna moved her hand once Riley was able to hold her securely, trailing manicured fingers slowly down his body. He hadn’t worn anything to bed, and she took advantage of that, pinching one small, pink nipple, rolling it between her fingers as Riley moaned against her breast.
“Someone was a very good boy, today,” she purred, and she felt it when Riley shivered against her. It still felt so new, being praised; he couldn’t get enough of it. “And I do remember making a promise. So I’ve got an important question to ask you, and if you can manage a verbal answer I’ll be very proud of you. If not, just hold up your fingers. One for the first, two for the second, three for the third, okay?”
He nodded. His voice felt heavy, but he wanted so badly to make her proud. Riley told himself he’d find a way to make himself speak; he could do this.
“Your reward is a big, messy orgasm,” Senna explained, feeling Riley’s cock throb once more against her hip. “But you have to decide where you want to have it. You could cum in my mouth, or on my tits, or in my pussy. The third would make me happiest, but there’s no penalty for choosing the first or second.”
Riley froze. Kay’s words flitted though his head, and Senna could feel him tremble as he pulled his mouth off her breast. For a few moments, he opened and closed his mouth, trying to get his words out, and Senna waited patiently.
“You… you won’t feel it,” he said, voice soft and sad as he ducked his head. Kay had always said his cock was too small to use; she never even called it that. “I–I have a useless clit, a g-gross worm–”
“No you don’t,” Senna interrupted, letting go of his nipple to cup Riley’s face. Her eyes were bright in anger, but she didn’t let it touch her tone; she wouldn’t scare Riley.
She turned his head with her hand, making him look at her face as she spoke. “Riley, you’re not hers anymore. You’re mine. That means your body–and by extension, your cock–is mine, and what’s mine is good. What’s mine is wonderful. I don’t own anything that isn’t exactly what I want, so if you’re mine, then you’re perfect for me. Understood?”
There were tears, now, slipping down his cheeks, wetting his pillow and her hand as he sniffled and watched her with such intensity. He wanted to believe her so, so badly. “But what if–what if I put it in and it’s too small? What if I can’t be good for you?”
“You can. You can, because I say you can. You asked me to be in charge,” she said, pressing her brow against his own, “and I am, but that means you have to let me help you get rid of everything that was hers, okay? Because this–this cock? This cock is my cock, and my cock is perfect.”
Riley felt butterflies swarm in his stomach as she spoke, chest fluttering to look into her deep, dark eyes, and he saw a future in her arms. One where he was–body and soul–hers, and in that he felt himself rising out of Kay’s clutches, felt her chains falling off his body, off his mind.
He nodded.
Wordlessly, Senna kissed him, claiming his lips as her own and holding him tightly against her body. Riley yielded, letting her explore him willingly, wanting to give her anything–anything he could. She touched his chest, his hips, his ass and felt his cock regaining what hardness it had lost, and she smiled.
Pulling back from him, she asked once more, “Do you want to cum in my mouth, on my tits, or in my pussy, Rye?”
And Riley, with all the conviction he could muster, setting his fears at Senna’s feet and trusting her even when he didn’t trust himself, said, “Please, Senna, let me cum in your pussy.”
In a smooth, fluid movement, Senna pulled Riley on top of her, rolling herself onto her back to let the boy settle between her strong thighs. Her soft breasts jiggled a moment as the two of them settled, but she didn’t stay still for long.
“I want you in me,” she said, reaching down to guide his cock toward her wet, soft pussy. “I want to feel my cock in me.”
Riley shivered when his soft, spongey head pressed to her puffy lips, letting out a whimper when she slipped him in further. Senna’s cunt was overwhelmingly hot, and her soft, bumpy texture was only amplified by how wet she was. His hips stuttered forward, pushing in until they were pressed tightly together, and he steeled himself as he looked up at her.
Her head was pressed back into the pillow, an ecstatic look pressed into the corners of her lips, into the tightness of her eyes, and Riley felt so sure of her; he had trusted Senna, and seeing her like this–he knew this was where he belonged.
“Rye,” she breathed, feeling her cunt pulse and twitch around his cock; she had been so ready to fake her pleasure for him, wanting him to feel like his cock was good, but this… Small as he was, his cock curved just right, the ridge of his head sitting in the perfect spot to send sparks through her body. She wouldn’t have to fake this. “Move for me, baby boy.”
He did, and she tensed her pussy as he slowly pulled out, letting go as he thrust back in. Riley shivered and trembled; she felt so good around him, gripping him gently, then tightly, then gently again, and he couldn’t stop the gasps and whimpers he made each time he pushed into her, each time his cock head caught at her entrance.
Senna gripped one of her large tits, pinching her nipple as she moaned. “Oh, Riley–oh, fuck…” she breathed, feeling his cock rub against something that sent a shiver through her body, had her cunt tightening around him. “Fuck, baby boy, right there.”
Her encouragements were more than he could handle, and after only a few thrusts he could feel his balls starting to pull up. Riley gripped at Senna’s thick thighs, whining, “Oh, no–no, Senna, I’m gonna–”
“It’s okay,” she soothed, reaching her free hand down to stroke her aching clit. “Cum for me, Rye! I want it! I want to feel your cum in me…”
It was too much. Riley tried his best to hold back, tried to force his cock not to cum, yet, but Senna’s pussy was so hot and so wet and gripped him so tight and his eyes were squeezing shut he felt his cum shooting up his cock, forcing open his piss slit to coat Senna’s insides with shot after shot of hot, thick cum.
He kept thrusting, shaking through his orgasm, and wanting so badly to make Senna feel good, too. He knew she hadn’t cum, though she’d said it was okay, but it wasn’t. Not for him.
Panting as he slowly opened his eyes, he could see Senna’s hair strewn about on the pillow as she stroked her clit, and he swallowed hard.
“Good boy, Rye,” she praised, seeing him all flushed with the intensity of his orgasm; hers wasn’t far away. She could feel his cum inside her, and even the thought of it had her edging closer to climax. “Good, good boy–you put so much cum in me.”
“W-wait,” he pleaded, and Senna paused her stroking as she looked up at him. “I want… Please, can I make you feel good?”
“Baby boy…” Senna purred, feeling him slowly pulling out of her. “You made me feel so good–look at how close you got me. I’m so close to cumming, Rye.”
“I know–and I don’t feel bad,” he assured, leaving just the head of his cock in her as it slowly softened. “But I want to make you cum. Please, Senna, will you let me?”
“Baby… Okay. Show me what you can do.”
It was all the permission he needed. With a quick motion, he pulled the tip of his cock out and laid on his tummy on the bed, face between Senna’s legs. He’d eaten pussy plenty of times; Kay had always wanted him to eat her cunt after she’d been fucked by one of her boy toys. But he’d never wanted to so badly as he did, now.
He pressed his face against her pussy like he was dying, like he was desperate, like he needed it, and Senna squealed when he started to suck his own cum out of her, feeling it slide down his throat smoothly. She tasted so sweet and good, and he felt her pussy convulse against his face, clit throbbing against his nose as she came–but Riley wasn’t finished.
Senna’s toes curled as she gripped at the bedsheets, feeling herself nearly black out for how powerfully she came. He was so good, so good to her needy cunt. When he clamped his mouth around her clit, she howled. He rutted his tongue against the sensitive underside, relaxing and then pointing it up, pushing two fingers into her cunt to rub against the spot his cock had filled, and when he felt her cum a second time he finally let her go, pressing one last, soft kiss to the top of her mound before shyly looking up at her.
Her hair was disheveled, clinging in sweaty curls to her face and neck, and her chest heaved as she slowly caught her breath. Looking down at Riley, she reached for him. “Come here, baby boy,” she puffed, watching him move to lie next to her.
“Uh-uh,” she said. Pulling him up on top of her got a little squeak out of him, and she kissed him deeply as she held him. “Just here. Like this. I–we should clean up, and we will in a minute, but…”
Trailing off, she saw a sparkle in his eyes she hadn’t seen once since she’d brought him home, and it filled her heart with such warmth she felt like she could live in this moment.
“Just let me hold you, okay? You’re so good–such a good, good boy–and I just want to hold you.”
Riley purred when she started to pet his back, laying his head on one large, warm breast as he wrapped his arms around her as best he could. “I… I feel like a good boy. If I’m your boy, then I think that might… might make me a good boy,” he admitted, something tentative and scared in his voice.
“It does,” she answered, feeling him slacken against her. “It does, Rye. It makes you my good boy.”