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I was silent, answering Butch with a kiss to his cheek, pulling on his ear and biting his neck. He writhed and gasped and growled as his eyes fluttered in erotic sensation.
“Rod, I can’t believe you are a virgin. I have never met or seen anyone so sexy, seductive, alluring and imaginative as you. I, the Alpha, for the first time in my life, feel like I am on a foreign planet; a planet of sexual adventure and learning. Teach me, please, teach me?”
I whispered, “Cum with me to the shower, Sir Butch; Bitch boy needs to….” I halted my reply, thought back to Butch’s anal assault on my virgin hole, and what excited me the most? Was it the roughness, the perceived non-consent, or was it the domination with the towel in my mouth and the pinned arms with no escape against the cold, wet tiles?
Just thinking of it, my penis is swelling and dripping. I grabbed Butch’s hand, and with the other, the lube bottle and maple syrup. (Fuck; I quickly figured we must get some mini containers like travel size from the dollar store so we can plant them all over the property, hidden like an Easter Egg hunt surprise with Fuck water and the X-lube), a quick giggle I had.
Butch let out a moan; as we walked, he noted that I kicked into the bathroom his dirty cum soaked red jock and his sweaty, smoky red shorts, and a similar state his white shirt, ahead of us. He stopped at the doorway, an emotional sigh and shudder.
I whispered as the storm outside seemed to pick up a bit, “I’ll never do anything to hurt you seriously, Sir; if you're not ready, it’s ok and fine; we have a lifetime, and I am a patient Bitch Boy.”
Our eyes locked at the doorless entry, he began, “Rod…I…I…Like….I…I…Ra…..rap….” His face was frowning, a little sob beginning.
I brought my finger to his lips to shush him as I spoke, “No, no, no, Sir Butch. We will never say that.
That is a complete lie….
When I saw your glorious nakedness and sex, my chronic fantasies, it did not matter what you were babbling about and pounding your androgenic pecs. I walked in here, disrobed and offered you my virginity. You completed my fantasy with colossal pleasure you can’t possibly imagine.”
His eyes looked up and down as he quivered in guilt, saying softly, “But my attack and violence; the pain, and …pleas…and…”
I softly replied with puppy eyes, “Sir Butch, yes, it hurts…the first time, but it hurts for all of us; In so many ways, the hard, forced, powerful, trapped deflowering adds adrenaline coursing through the body and nerves that flips the pain and negativity of the event to the most exquisite pleasure you can ever imagine in all the bodies sensoria.
Now, Sir Butch, I want you to shut the fuck up and let Bitch Boy do….what must be done!”
He smiled lightly and responded, “Do it all the same; I must feel it all, all of it…” He sighed with panted excitement, begging emotionally for a release of guilt and shame by turning the tables.
More storms flashed outside the bath's open skylight window. Fuck me! I love this bathroom; the white tile shower to an 8ft level is entirely open with the same vaulted ceiling and pine beams above, a 6x6 tiled floor area with a sloped trough drain splitting the room with more tiles to the rest and a doorless entry; several mounted shelves and safety bars bolted against the perpendicular shower wall to the faucet and taps. Out into the room from the faucet side was the white toilet with mirrored walls to the same 8ft level, and beside that a 3ft-wide dark oak boudoir-style dresser with the centre cut out for the sink, and the remaining walls all done in 8ft-high single-pane mirrors. The Mirrors behind the toilet and sink were still slathered with my tongue marks and dried licked semen from earlier.
I commanded, “Sir will sit down and try best to defecate his bowels; you will not wipe when done.”
A wave of power washed over me, coinciding with the lightning flash and the thunder roar at his role reversal, his serious, stoic response: “Yes Bitch Boy.”
As he sat on the toilet, I went out to the room, switched the music to a dark, deep house extended mix, and ensured the awning window was more open, the lights still dim to match the bath. I returned with the slight odour of his success. I walked to the showerhead with the zip bag and easily attached it to the splitter valve using the super-long braided hose and the soft blue silicone douche wand, which had a slight bleach odour. Seems the dirty girls are good cleaners. The shower head and all were reassembled.
I instructed Sir, “Put on your white shirt on your chest and kneel with your shorts under your knees, facing the mirrors.” He did so as I dimmed the lights just enough for us to see our body reflections, like candle flickers, with the continuing storm flashes throughout our dwelling. I left his unflushed log as a reminder of control. As he knelt, I presented my ½ erect penis to his face, but not close enough for him to suck.
I said, “Open.” He opened his mouth. My urination commenced as I coated his beautiful, blond, sweaty locks as it dripped down his eyes and cheeks into his mouth. I adjusted with some full streams into his throat as he gagged and flowed it out. His mouth closed as his serpent tongue savoured my piss. A sigh and whimper of flavourful pleasure as he opened for more; I answered with more whips and twirls of my near-explicit boy water from my body's use of all the earlier hydration.
The sex and desire radiating from Sir brought my penis to full erection with semen webs glistening in the reflective flashes. His penis rose to match mine with a line of cum to his piss-soaked red board shorts beneath from his kneeling submission.
I directed, “Dirty Sir will face the tile wall and press his pubis hard to the cold metal bar so that Sir’s strong phallus is strained with your tip against the cold tiles, and your thick base hard under the bar.” He obeyed with much excitement.
I continued, “Very Good, Sir.” I came behind Sir and pressed my raging, soaked glans hard to his lower back, leaning in, I bit his right ear and neck, followed by loving licks inside his auditory organ. I glided my tongue down over his pulsing veins as he shuddered and gasped. I grabbed his front, piss dripping, white shirt and began to lift the front up and over his wet, lovely, glistening blond locks.
Once over his pretty head, I instructed, “Sir, will place his hands behind his back now.” He did as told like a good boy. I slowly, sexily, with much sultry slowness, lowered Sir’s shirt so that it was entirely at his lower back. I commenced a ringing twisting motion, creating tight bindings of his hands in an arrested position. The slack was then wrapped and tied to his front onto the same cold metal bar that trapped his large, dripping phallus with pulsing bobs.
Next, I picked up the red urine-saturated board shorts. I proceeded to loop them through the high metal shower bar parallel with Sir’s eyes, bringing the pants sleeves to tie behind his head under the back of his neck, such that his eyes were pressed to the cold metal band.
At the same time, the sodden fabric released small, slow amounts of my dripping, wasteful release. His moans and groans spoke volumes as I saw his urethral slit leaking sparkling lines of his excited juices.
We were not yet complete. I stuck my finger into Sir’s dirty rectum without any warning or easing glides. I withdrew and brought my digging reveals to his old factory, close enough for him to breathe his musk and territory mark, yet far enough to not ingest or scrape upon his lovely lips. I sensed a great fear and terror build in my lover. Blind he was to my actions and guessing my next intentions.
With my undirtied hand, I fetched Sir’s Cum soaked red Jock and returned to my prisoner of pleasure.
One word…it was just one word; he knew he was naked and vulnerable to any imaginable assault as I administered it to his percolating trepidation, I said, “Open.” I stuffed with my clean hand his cum laden red jock deep in his mouth and throat as he tasted his cold, wet seed and salty ejaculate.
I washed my hands with copious pineapple-scented soap. Next, the douche hose was regulated to produce a slow, warm, gentle flow as I teased Sir’s feet and legs, speckled with my urine and his cold, dripping semen. I barely greased the invasive snake, just enough not to cause injury as I spread his dirty, athletic and godly sculpted, powerful buttocks.
An involuntary whitish stream of juice was ejected from Sir’s penis as the silicone snake was briskly and unforgivingly thrust into his dirty pleasure route, until its base disappeared. He began to moan and groan as I filled his orifice; I withdrew rapidly, yelling,
“Push!” as a blast of mostly clear water with little bits of Sir’s fecal matter randomly expelled. I repeated four times, each time causing a great and deeper expanse of his water-carved tunnel as his once again at my command, rid his pleasure pipe of his bits. He was now as clean as one’s oral route. I washed and sanitized the remnants away. Sir was shaking and cold as the lightning flashed and thunder roared, partially shielded by his veil of drying Bitch Boy piss.
With just a few drizzles of the maple syrup, I coated Sir’s anxious, clean anal hole. I parted his cheeks and made oral love to his moaning, surrendering hole until my face and chin were only stopped by his large penis below, trapped by the cold, wet, white tiles with electric flashes from the sky above. I was treated to Sir erupting as I pulled his huge penis back to explode into my face, lips, mouth and throat, providing me cum energy to see the deflowering deed to fruition.
I spat into my clean hands; I crouched with my left and encircled the soggy cream oozing from his phallus still after my oral release; with the other barely wet with just enough spit, I rapidly and unapologetically fired two fingers fast and deep in his anal ring, immediately morsing on his pure virginal untouched prostatic treasure and continued my unyielding assault as Sir with muffled cries attempted to throw back his fastened cranium; finally understanding the pleasure he was about to experience for the first time as his near 10” throbbing swollen and trapped member projected several overflowing searing white torrents of his new found prostate seeds.
I ventured further in with three digits as I rotated deeper and deeper to find his vesicle and other sensational spots, stopping just before my knuckles breached his tight resistance. More of his roasting juice, fired with muffled moans through his bubbling cold semen, drenched the oral cork of his dirty and oh so sexy red cummed sport jock.
I stood after removing almost my fully invasive paw, afforded to him by the true alpha beast. I brought my other palm and funnel laden with his erupted cream, removed his sodden oral plug and slathered his captured load all over his beautiful quivering lips and throat with gasps of terror and turmoil of the newfound territory, having experienced an inaugural prostatic breaching climactic orgasm.
I could not resist sharing and feasting on his sweet prostate serving. I violently turned his trapped face, lifting his urinary veil and brought my mouth to meet his as I swirled and twirled my tongue, tasting together his deflowered white cream gift. As I escaped with a biting pull to his tongue, scraping his oral semen into my throat. I then returned the Cold cum jock cork to his throat.
I commanded, “Sir will spread his legs as wide as he can and bend his hips back until the shirt noose is not able to yield further and prepare for my red-hot flesh missile, as I turn on our warm shared waterfall.” My cock was so hard knowing that I just barely awakened his prostate, vesicle and glands that my soon painful and burning invasion will commence a domino of pleasure he can’t possibly imagine.
With barely a dram of the Fuck Water lube and my mutual semen slathered hands (which were more than what Sir had afforded me), I greased his hungry hole and my titanium erection close to 11” and thicker than a large cucumber. He spread his legs like the football star that he is and pushed out his clean, slightly reddish gape; I teased his doorway with my large, wet, purple, knocking penial tip. I pressed slowly and gently until just my glans was in his sphincter rings with a tight, moaning grasp and grunting gasp from his blocked oral abode.
Now that my weapon of dominant flesh was in position, with my left hand, I grabbed the tight twisted shirt rings that secured his shakers behind. With my right hand, I turned his head ever so slightly to see the side profile silhouette of his gorgeous mask, grabbing and lifting the urine veil as I grasped his lovely blond pissed locks and pulled his strained, trapped head back.
Showing him no quarter, with all my power and might, I thrusted and bashed my groin into Sir’s gluteus globes, producing screams and hollers as I caught in the side full mirrors below the first of what would be several ejaculatory blasts. Having seen the success of my first run, I let loose with all my might, stamina and power, and not just jackhammered Sir’s tight virgin asshole, but I destroyed it with unrelenting drilling for gold with never-ending vigour.
My massive 10"+ cock was balls deep, parting and scraping his toned inner ass cheeks with my trimmed pubic mound. I went faster and harder, faster and harder, pulling out my 10” cock and girths and thrusting back with no pause as if I were a machine. His muffled choking screams more and more as I knew that trauma I was inflicting. I stopped for a few seconds of grace, allowing some surrender. I pulled his hips back more and kicked his legs wider, almost causing splits in his muscular loins.
I commenced my run again with the same vigour, only this time, Sir was there, witnessing and feeling that now open and surrendering violated tunnel, and pleasure channel, screaming for more and more. His corked oral reveal was not needed as Sir was now engaging back harder and faster with each of my violating penetrations. He was now beginning his first hands-free anal orgasm, being taught the actual, formerly dormant prostate and vesicle glands' abilities and outputs.
More blasting semen squirts flew out of his slit and slithered down the tiles, glistening like white blood with the light flashes and sex music about us. Soon, I could feel my own orgasm building as witnessing his newfound defloration pleasure sent me into a wild frenzy, knowing the dual flipping Alpha Dom and Sub life that awaited us in a now certain eternity of mutual orgasmic ass pounding boy-cunt climax.
I hollered, “I am breeding you, Sir! Here it cums! Feel my loving seed fill your begging, hungry, yearning void, OH Fuck! Yes! Yes! Fuck Sir! Yes! Fuck! Yes! OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH FFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK YYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH”
I pounded, drilled, plowed harder and faster, harder and quicker as I grabbed and shook his entire body and head, losing control in one of the greatest climactic ejaculations of my life, with my pubis nearly broken and his ass red with impacts from my body. His head was possibly bruised as I ground him to the metal bars.
Our loving reward was Sir’s choked and muffled screams as I removed his oral cork; he screamed and screamed like I have never heard and can’t even write the pronouncements and announcements from his rapturous, blissful lips.
The vision on the mirrors completed the truth as his penis expelled the greatest repeating white snake semen torrents coating the lower wall and floor as his manhood bobbed and bashed on the barely warmed shower barrier. My feet are drenched in his ricochet of cum blows.
I leaned forward, placing my head on Sir's gasping, breathless shoulders as our faces touched with his split loins at a lower level. I slowly removed the cranial bounds from his shorts, then untied the twisted, tied shirt from his hands.
Free and weeping, he turned to face me, pulling me close and grabbing the back of my head. We locked our mouths in Joy and elation, sharing flavourful mutual semantic saliva. He collapsed to the floor and commenced to bawl and bawl. I ran to him and pulled him close between my legs as I turned the running shower to hotter cleaning water.
As he shook in my arms in the post delights of the most fantastic anal orgasm he has ever achieved at my hands, I slowly pumped the pineapple soap and began to lather our joined naked oneness. We stayed there till we were both washed from head to toe and rinsed thoroughly with all appendages and holes accounted for. The water ran cold, then stopped.
I helped Sir to his shaking limbs and trunk and nearly carried him to our slumber place. I grabbed a blanket from under and covered us both as we kissed and caressed until asleep, naked in each other's equal loving arms and creamy flesh, masculinity of pure joined love like never before.
We woke about noon, based on the sun, birds, and a lovely lake breeze. Butch was on his side, with me behind, spooning him—my Penis hard and wet, dripping between his luscious butt crack.
I asked, “How is your hole, my deflowered lover, my Sir?”
He was silent and rolled onto his stomach, forcing his equally hard penis against our sheets and mattress, pointed down and strained between his powerful athletic loins; turned his head on the pillow, reached back for my massive dick and guided it to his yearning hole, saying,
“My Hole is hungry Bitch Boy, and needs more long, hard, rough pounding, all fucking day long!”
I smiled and got on top of my lying love and began to love him once more with just a bit of fuck water to orgasm after pounding orgasm, each time capturing what I could from his missile ejaculation on the sheets behind and beneath us, bringing the love cream to our mutual face-sucking and passion kisses beyond imagination as I continued to give him orgasm after orgasm after orgasm.
The remains of the day and night would be spent percolating our subsequent loving extreme BDSM orgasmic events as we pondered furnishings, equipment and toys to expand our flipping and mutual Alpha-Sub Romance…but that is yet the next hot chapter I knew needed to be taught by the secret true Alpha, aka Bitch Boy.
