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Putting the "Nut" in Nutrition, Part 6

They finally settled in an abandoned high school, and Rina made sure Riley was settled before going out once again to make sure the area was safe and to get some supplies. He sat there, on the floor, and realized just how much his body had changed over the months in the semen farm. His skin was much paler than he expected, and his leg muscles were burning. His thighs much more slender than he was used to.

But between his thighs, almost as thick as his thighs, was his cock. It was about twice the length he expected, almost red in color, with thick veins forming a braid just under his skin. His balls hung low in his sack, alive with a clenching, churning action, under his scrotal skin. Each was as big as his fist. And together they had the power to feed a couple families with one explosive orgasm.

As he was looking down, he felt his member start to stir, straightening from the slightly left limp curve he was barely familiar with. He clenched his thighs together, but the contact, the stimulation was only encouraging his turgid member. He saw a bead of clear liquid forming at the tip, then forming a long string until it started a small puddle on the floor. He stared at the puddle, marveling how the string didn't break. But the diameter of the puddle was growing.

He looked down at his hands. They were still encased in the steel mittens, his fists still trapped. He tried to put one on either side of his manhood, but the cold of the metal shocked him, and seemed to make his cock...angrier? Involuntarily, he clenched his pelvic floor muscles in response to the chill, and his dick bobbed, tossing a few drops of his viscous precum a few feet in front of him.

He tried to put his balled fists under his arms to warm them, and after a few minutes he tried again. This time his cock didn't reject the touch, but as he slid his bondage mittens up and down the sides of his penis, he wasn't able to get the stimulation he needed. His balls felt full, so full, and he needed this release. He repositioned one fist under his cock, running the length up to his frenulum and cock head, but it just wasn't enough.

He maneuvered himself to a standing position, and noticed the wet ring where his asshole had been against the floor. What had that farm done to his ass? But he needed to find some other method to stimulate his raging manhood. He needed to let loose his seed. He looked around the room, looking for any softer material to grind against, to slide his cock against to get that sweet friction and even sweeter release.

He was startled when his sister Rina came back into the room. And she was startled as well. She had last seen her brother nude when he was three, and she would take baths with him. Her eyes immediately went down to see his cock sticking out in front of him, his sperm-laden balls hanging nearly to his knees. She couldn't help but stare, but forced her eyes to meet his. "I'm sorry Riley. It must be uncomfortable."

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Putting the "Nut" in Nutrition, Part 5

The pain of needles and pins racked his lower body as he struggled to walk, one arm over his sister's shoulder, the black robe covering his body. He slipped, his steel-ball-enclosed hand landing on the back of another of the cumbois as he struggled to regain his balance and continue walking. He was barely awake, having just came five minutes previously, and his head was clouded by post-nut drowsiness.

As he continued to stumble, he looked down, wondering why he was having such difficulty even walking when he used to run just fine just a few...days? weeks? months ago? He'd completely lost track of time.

His cock was huge, purple, swollen, veiney. Nearly a foot long. Thick as his forearm. But it was his balls that were truly getting in the way. Each the diameter of an orange, hanging in a sack that hung nearly to his knees.

He shuddered at the thought, and was even more taken aback when he started to harden as he ran. Instinctively he clenched his asshole, which seemed to be leaking some liquid down the inside of his thighs as he walked.

He looked at his sister. Rina. He couldn't believe it. The timid little girl. He thought it had been a dream, seeing her form in the sperm farm over the past week. She never gave him eye contact before the escape.

Luckily, Rina had scouted the farm, knew the safe places to hide and rest outside of camera stations, Riley was very uncomfortable being vulnerable, naked except for the black robe that seemed to let him blend into the shadows.

He found a comfortable gait and was past the tingles in his feet. His junk and ass, well, mind over matter for the short term. Escape was the key for now. Plan on a safe place to hide later.

And, all of a sudden, he smelled fresh air. He was unaware just how much the sperm farm reeked of cum everywhere. Here the air, despite the smog of the factories and street, was a pleasant alternative to being immobile in that rank, disgusting place. He was unsure how he could muster his next meal.

He hugged his sister, and the steel balls clanked together behind her. "That's our next problem," Rina said.

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Putting the "Nut" in Nutrition - Part 4

Rina came home with a black eye, another bad date, another man who wanted her to put out, and impressed upon her the cost of not doing so. She laid on her bed and cried.

Her brother Riley would often vet her prospective dates. He was always good at researching. She learned this after being raped by one guy. Her brother said she shouldn't go, and she ignored him.

She didn't ignore him again.

Rina remembered how he had left that evening, and didn't come back until the morning, with two black eyes and a swollen jaw. He said nothing, just went to her bedside, laid four broken teeth on it, nodded, and walked to his bed to sleep it off. He was her hero.

And she had cried when they took him away to the sperm farms. Despite being three years younger, Riley was so protective of her.

She had a knack for picking out the losers. Guys her age, guys past the age of eighteen, had a certain swagger to them. They'd avoided the big draft when they turned eighteen, so they saw themselves as breeders, not feeders. It was their job, nay, their right to breed as many women as possible (as far as they could see fit.)

Even Rina's mom had been raped twice before she met her dad, the man who fell in love with her, and built a family instead of a harem of fuck toys.

Rina couldn't do this. She couldn't see her going through the rest of her life being beaten, molested, and raped until she found the right one that would treat her as a woman instead of a fuck hole. And she imagined her brother Riley, enduring the horrors in that sperm farm. She still cared for him, still missed him intensely, and felt he was still close by, watching over.

Especially at mealtime.

She set a plan in motion. She would research where he could be - there were only three sperm farms in the area. Maybe she could get a job helping out. They were always looking for monitors to work in the sperm farms, but they were a depressing place and most avoided the work unless they were desperate.

She was desperate to free him.

She got hired at one, but after a month she'd seen all the cumbois in the farm, and none were him. Riley had a distinctive birthmark under his left eye, so despite all the chemicals they'd injected, she knew none of them were him. How sad they were. And as her sadness for her brother grew, so did her determination. She had to find him, and help him escape.

She got transferred to the second sperm farm, and after a week she found him in a miserable state. She knew he wasn't drugged unconscious -- any of those would make their way into the food supply. But he was unconscious most of the time. It took all her willpower to not linger near him more than the other cumbois, but seeing him there both broke her heart and warmed it.

She found him. Now they had to escape.

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Putting the "Nut" in Nutrition - Part 3.

There are a variety of genital modifications that cumbois will put themselves through after castration and release. The most prominent of these is meatotomy followed by subincision. A meatotomy involves cutting the underside of the glans, opening the urethra. A subincision extends this cut, usually along the raphe of Adam, opening the penis like a flower for insertion of a sound, or in some cases, another penis.

Riley had laid there, losing count of the hours, losing count of the days. He often awoke to the taste of his own semen, gathering in his mouth in larger and larger amounts, to be flushed by vitamins and a double serving of semen. He definitely felt the weight of his balls, now hanging through the hold on the bed he lay prone in. And when he was bored he'd clench the plug in his ass, playing with it. It sent shivers through his body when he did it.

Other than that he really had no other entertainment. The lights were kept low in general, and he could hear the machinery around him. There was a boy about two beds over that he was in sync with, he knew he came at the same time the boy did. He wished he could talk with him.

He wished he could talk with anyone.

In his boredom, he started counting his orgasms. It was the only reference he had in this world. But the semen he was getting must have had something that compounded with the sleepy feeling most guys get after orgasm. He often found himself awoken to an orgasm and force feeding. He had counted to 147, but then wondered had he ever orgasmed in his sleep? Slept through one? He remembered his nocturnal emissions when he was younger.

One day this fat guy came to him, smiling. "Let me show you what to look forward to after your tour of duty here cumboi," the soft man said, and then pulled down his pants. Riley saw his missing sack and what looked like it used to be a penis. The guy held it up and showed him the underside of it, almost looking like a vulva. He ran his finger up and down, spreading an almost unnatural wetness.

"They'll take your balls," the guy said in an almost unnaturally high-pitched voice, "but your body remembers. It remembers what it was like to cum hourly. And your prostate still creates the pre. So your dick will leak like mine." A long string of thick liquid dripped down to the floor in front of Riley. "You won't get hard anymore, but you can still service others."

He ran his finger along the length of his urethra, then into the hole where his split cock met his pelvis, and slowly started to finger-fuck himself. "It'll be the only way you'll be able to cum ever again, being fucked. You can fuck yourself," he said as his finger moved faster. "Or, you can find a guy and let him fuck your front hole. Riley watched in horror as the soft guy's cock head, split like a flower, started to swell and convulse. He was both fascinated and horrified.

The soft guy finished cumming, then took his slick finger and pulled off Riley's throat-feeder. He stuck his finger in Riley's mouth, and let Riley taste his precum-soaked finger. "Wha...why?" Riley's tongue struggled to form words before guy slid the throat feeder down his esophagus and Riley gagged a bit from the suddenness. The fat guy checked the clipboard. "Only 118 months to go, newbie," he chuckled as he walked away.

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eddie showing up to a Corroded Coffin gig in a mesh shirt because it’s just so hot out.

totally not because it shows off the two thick lines of angry red scratches down his back.

totally not because it shows off the hickies covering the expanse of his chest and abdomen.

totally not because it shows off the bite marks on either sides of his hips.

and totally not because it makes his boyfriend, former king of Hawkins’ High all hot in the front row.

and definitely not because said boyfriend drags him into the bathroom and leaves even more of those pretty marks for him to show off at the next show.

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Putting the "Nut" in Nutrition - Part 2

Every boy tasted themselves at least once in their life. It's quite the taboo. No boy wants to think of theirself as a cumboi, as a creator of food. And yet, alone in their rooms, playing with themselves as boys do, it inevitably happens. They never talk about it in the schools, in the gym, on the field.

But every boy knows exactly what they taste like.

Riley woke up with his hands encased in round balls, strapped to a padded bed prone. His junk was in a hole, cock and balls, and he felt a team under his bed poking and prodding. There was a man behind him, spreading his ass cheeks, and inserting something painfully in there without lube. He groaned in pain, but another man quickly inserted something into his mouth, down his throat, muting him.

He felt pricks in each testicle, felt each needle slowly slide into them, then felt the liquid burn, a pain he'd never felt before. A pain he would have doubled over in pain had he not been strapped to that bed. And yet the fiddling with his dick was making his hard.

He felt something slide over his cock, then start pumping. And with hit the device in his ass started moving as well.

He'd masturbated before. Who hadn't? But this was much more than what he'd felt when masturbating. Even more than when his girlfriend gave him a handjob. The feelings he was having, with the cock pump and ass...thing working in unison? It was insane. His moan was muffled by the plug in his mouth, down his throat. No one would hear it.

And he came. Hard.

A few seconds later, he felt it in his mouth. He recognized the taste immediately. Everyone ate semen. It was just a fact of life after the plants burned away and all the animals died. But this.

This was his cum.

He knew the taste. Was ashamed by it. Ashamed that he knew the taste from his experiments in school. Ashamed that he was now tasting it in public.

A few seconds later, he felt the grit, and recognized it as the vitamin supplements. He'd had them since he was young, but this must have been ten times as much as usual.

Then the firehose. What must have been a double dose of semen filled his mouth. And with his nose plugged, he'd have to swallow if he wanted to breathe. He gulped quickly, his throat hurting from the big swallows of cum he was taking.

With the last of the flow into his mouth, his tongue scoured the corners of his jawline. He'd had the taste of cum linger in his mouth before, felt it grow more and more bitter as it aged in his throat. Maybe it was the pooled cum in the vats, but semen didn't age well. Which is why it's harvested so frequenly.

Which was why he was here.

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Putting the "Nut" in Nutrition - Part 1

The average five mL sample of semen per ejaculate contains between 5-25 calories, about 250 mg of protein, essential nutrients of ascorbic acid calcium, citrate (vitamin C), fructose, glucose, lactic acid, magnesium, potassium, sodium, and zinc. Plus it's mostly water. Given a 500 mL glass three times a day and a multivitamin to supplement other essential nutrients, a person could live on semen indefinitely!

Throughout the twenty-first century, humanity's nature scorched the earth with global warming and greenhouse gases. Most plantlife perished, ocean levels rose, and a new social dynamic had to handle the exploding and displaced population. We turned to mycoprotein, grown from great fungus vats under the surface, but eventually even those failed to feed the world, and millions starved.

Eventually, the state came up with a draft. Men between 18-28 would be randomly chosen to populate the semen farms that would feed the world. Given hormones to radically increase ejaculate, these boys would spend the horniest years of a man's life servicing the community. Local farms to feed local cities. And, after their service, their addled testicles would be removed, controlling the population. Win-win, according to the state.

Of course, no male would ever want to be a "cumboi" as they were called. Forced to be milked hourly for ten years of their life, with hormones running through their bodies and anal probes electrically stimulating their prostates, then castrated and discarded by society, the stigma of their "service" making them have a high rate of suicide, having no prospect for a family, and their bodies atrophied over a decade of inactivity.

And when the local draft officers appeared at Riley's home, all three armed since the draftees never came quietly. His mom cried. Her first love had been taken, and the man she settled with was a hard man to love, but she did her duty. His sister cried as well. She had been very close to her brother, and he had comforted her after many a rough date. Even his father took a step back, knowing his family name would stop with him.

The officers stunned Riley, and carried his slumped form to the waiting van. His family looked at him for the last time as the van drove off, the pit in their stomach knowing the next time they drank boimilk it might be Riley's.

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Cottontail Hides the Eggs

F1nn5ter got off the plane in Canada. It'd been a long trans-Atlantic flight, and he was glad to stretch his legs. He was in girl-mode, but nothing too striking. A nice skirt, a conservative top, and small boobs along with a wig he'd never revealed on stream, and a much more subtle makeup than he'd worn before. He'd only gotten a knowing wink from a forty-year-old man on the flight, which creeped him out. But he was use to this by now.

He saw the man in the black suit and the "Jude" sign waiting outside the baggage claim. Cottontail had told him to expect it, that'd she'd have a car waiting outside for him. He blushed thinking about her. As a professional erotic voice actress her sultry tones always made him aroused. And the recent discussions they'd had off-stream, video chats on Discord, they really appealed to his subby side.

He climbed into the limo and saw her. She was maybe six inches shorter than him, with straight black hair covering the shoulders of a business jacket. Her short pencil skirt didn't quite cover the hem of her stockings -- a true Domme would never wear hose.

"You're drooling, little pup," Cotton cooed, and Finn felt his cock jump under his skirt. "Get in." Her voice was so authoritative. And Finn complied.

Finn sat across from her, and instinctively his thighs parted to make room for his scrotum. "Cross your legs, sweetness. A real lady reveals nothing," Cotton commanded, and Finn obeyed her command.

Cotton reached into a satchel by her side, and took out a gift box. She handed it to him. "This is for you, pet. You can open it now or open it at the hotel. But when you open it you will put it on for me."

Finn looked at the box. It almost fit in the palm of his hand, but it was heavy - maybe half a kilogram. His mind raced with what could be in there. Excited but terrified at the same time. But, he was always an impulsive guy, and pulled the string on the black lace bow. He lifted the lid off and peeked inside...

And saw a chastity cage.

"Oooh, so we're starting in here. Good girl!" Cotton smiled and clapped her hands excitedly. Finn shrugged - he had already shown Cotton everything that was under his skirt in video chats before, so what else did he have to hide. He pulled up his skirt, rolled down his panties, and pulled his scrotum through the snug metal hole. He looked at the cage, then at his already hard cock. "I think we may have a problem," he said.

"Aw, kitten," Cotton said as she pulled out a pail of ice cubes, "I planned for this eventuality. I'm always planning out scenarios." Finn gulped as her slender fingers reached in and pulled out an ice cube, crystal clear, and held it between her black-painted finger nailed tips. "Let's solve that problem for now."

With her left hand, she tugged his scrotum down, and slid the ice cube under the length of his cock. Cold water dripped onto his scrotum and the combined cold started to soften his tumescent manhood. She brought up the cube and started tracing the crown of his dickhead, and that finally made him fully limp.

She took the cage, expertly slid it down his soft cock, then took the Allen wrench out of her suit pocket. She slid it in the screw hole, and with her thumb quickly tightened it on him. Finn was astonished with her skill - clearly she'd done this before, and he was scared with what she had planned for him.

"Now cover yourself, little one," Cotton reminded him, "Little girls should reveal nothing." And she sucked on the used ice cube.

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Dueling Subs

Cassie finished tightening her strap-on, and Rachel added lube to her's. They grabbed their subs, looking precious in their maid's outfits and matching pink chastity cages, and entered their asses.

"Now remember, Sophie, the first to cum from their sissygasm gets to be unlocked for 24 hours, gets to have their way with the other sub. There are benefits for me if you win, and consequences if you lose.

"So, don't lose," Cassie uttered in her Domme voice.

Rachel blew the whistle, and both Domme's started fucking their bent-over subs with their strap-ons. The sound of thighs slapping on thighs and the grunting of the subs echoed against the walls.

As Cassie pumped, her sub's ass leaked a long string of lube. Cassie was erring on the side of caution - she knew how he was healing from a rough session a few days ago, but she hoped it wouldn't ultimately hurt her.

The fluids leaking from Sophie's ass was almost matched drip-for-drip by the precum leaking from Ashley's cock. Cassie watched as Rachel's fingers dug into Ashley's ass, her sub's B-cups bouncing with each quick stroke of the dildo.

Cassie continued to pump long and consistent, hitting her sub's prostate on both in and out strokes. She had to win. She couldn't stand to sub to Rachel if she lost.

And, despite the fluids leaking from Ashley's captive cock, Cassie made her sub shoot a thin stream of milky semen out of her pink chastity cage, making a puddle on the floor in front of a dejected Ashley.

Of course, Rachel wasn't too pleased with that result either. She looked enviously as Cassie kissed her sub, as Cassie unlocked Sophie's cock, as she pet her precious's hair.

Cassie put a collar around Ashley's neck, and handed a leash to her sub.

Sophie, drunk with the newfound power, jerked Ashley's leash to the ground, pulling her face towards the puddle of cum on the floor. "Lick it up," she ordered, and a reluctant Ashley looked to her Domme, who nodded silently.

Cassie took another collar and put it around her Domme friend's neck. The indignant look was wiped away with a simple phrase from Cassie's mouth.

"Clean my strap, bitch," Cassie said in the same controlling voice as before, and Rachel came to her.

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Blowjobs Aren't Cheating

"Babe, you can't be serious, blowjobs aren't cheating."

Derek was zipping up his pants, trying to gaslight me. The hooker wasn't even out the door yet, and he was trying to play it off. I tried to hit her one last time with my purse, but the door slammed before I could get another blow in.

I thought back to the past few trips I'd had to do for work. The times I'd ask him to FaceTime, show me his jerking his cock so I could see, only for him to play it off, to not show me. Did he have a whore in his bed then too? Lord knows I'd had enough opportunities to cheat on him. But I was faithful. Motherfucker!

"I work hard, hard enough to bring home six figures. Hard enough so you can spend your days driving Uber and playing video games with your friends. I don't ask for much. And you cheat on me?" I spat these words at him, furious. I'd follow that slut out the door leaving his ass, but it's my apartment, my bed. Why should I be out?

"Honey, I'm serious. Blowjobs aren't cheating. My friends told me so."

"Is that so?" I folded my arms to keep them from trembling, holding on to the anger to keep from crying. "We'll see."

And I stormed out of the apartment. Phone off. I'll show him.

I turned on my phone about an hour later, and FaceTimed him. He started to apologize when he saw me, my head bobbing up and down on his friend's cock. Roger's cock was shorter than Derek's, but thicker. Definitely less salty than Derek's.

And I was gonna make Roger and a lot of Derek's friends happy tonight before I returned home. If I returned home.

As he came on my bare chest I told Derek, "Blowjobs aren't cheating, remember?" I showed him his friend's cum on my tits, pinching my nipple, then hung up on him. Turned off my phone. Started to wipe off the 'pearl necklace' Roger gave me.

And in my mind I planned the route to his next friend's house. It was gonna be a long night.

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Chest Confiscation

It's been about a week since that spirit took over my pussy. It numbed it because I refused to play with myself at school. Being a girl who's used to having self-love sessions on the nightly, even through my period, I'm getting rather frustrated.

Luckily, I still have my funbags to play with.

I've always been big on nipple play, constantly rubbing them, tugging them, twisting them, pinching them. Normally it's been the lead up to downstairs action, but lately, ever since the demon flicked a switch so I can't flick my own switch, it's been the main event. It barely staves off the hornyness though. And I definitely can't cum to breastplay alone.

Last night I was playing with my tits in bed, spitting on them, pulling on them. I've even been using binder clips to give an extra bite to them, to really make them ache. My left hand absently drifted down to my panties, a creature of habit, but stopped when it reached my numb nubbin.

"Eh?" A voice in the back of my head. A too-familiar voice.

"So, you're playing with those boobies? Not on my watch. A month is a month dearie. I'll make you ache for that touch," the spirit said.

And, like a light switch, my breasts went numb.

Not just my nipples, not just my areola, but the whole breast. My hands pulled off the binder clips with a rip. Nothing. I didn't even fell the sting of the little cuts and the blood drops collecting on them. I cupped my breasts, but only felt with my hands. My breasts may well be on a distant planet for what I could feel.

"You're gonna be my slutty performer, bitch. And you will learn. Let's add another month to your 'problem,' and see if you're obedient for me."

I held my vacant breasts as I cried.

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Pussy Possession

Never fuck around with a Ouija board. Especially if you're horny.

I didn't believe in the spirit realm until after that night. I was spending the night at a friend's farmhouse, the four of us had planned on sleeping in the barn loft. But she thought it would be fun to go out into the back forest. The farm house was a couple hundred years old, and there was a small abandoned graveyard. And she had a Ouija board.

I'd always crushed on my friend Daisy, always hope to be more than friends with her. And I was hoping some of the games girls play on overnight sleepovers would allow a bit of release and who knows what else. It's easy to blame things that happened "in the heat of the moment" to being "tired," and whatever happens on sleepovers stays on sleepovers.

Needless to say, I was a bit wet when we started the seance.

We asked the usual stupid questions girls would ask the dead. The usual blaming others for moving the cursor. As the night grew later, our minds went into darker places. We started asking silly questions. sexual questions. Our spirit friend indulged us until, in a literal huff, all the candles blew out and the cursor flew off the board, embedding itself into a nearby tree.

At once, I felt a difference down there. In my pussy. Like it was mine, but not mine, if that can make sense.

That night, with each of us in our sleeping bags, I felt an overwhelming urge to touch myself. I've been horny before, but never like this. It was like I had literally no control of my fingers as they delved down my panties, mashed against my clit. I'd never slid more than a finger in myself before, but two, then three fingers were inside me, pistoning in and out, making a smacking sound I'm sure the other girls could hear.

I was so embarrassed. And so turned on. I came so quickly, my free fist stuffed in my mouth to keep the squeals to a minimum.

My pussy woke me up the next morning, my fingers already in there, already wet beyond any arousal I'd felt before. I had been touching myself in my sleep, and despite my sleepover mates stirring, I couldn't stop.

I rolled over to see Daisy's eyes focused on mine, wide, afraid a little. I couldn't stop. I kept fucking my hand as she look, her jaw slackening. I felt her friendship for me melt away in the weirdness.

And as I came with her watching I knew things wouldn't be the same.

Monday at school none of my friends would look me in the eye. Daisy was outright avoiding me. And yet my pussy was a sopping wet mess, leaking through the pads I'd put in, leaking through my panties.

I felt the pull, my hands kept drifting to my waist and below, but I'd pull them up. Hold them on top of my desk. Resisting. Or trying to resist.

I heard the voice in the back of my head. Deep. Dark. Sinister.

"Touch yourself. Or you'll wish you had."

I closed my eyes, shaking my head no. I wouldn't masturbate in school. Not at my desk. Not with people watching again.

"Suit yourself," The sinister voice said, and I heard a snapping of fingers.

My pussy instantly went numb. Not just my pussy, but everything down there. I crossed my legs, squeezing my thighs, but felt...nothing.

I asked to be excused to the bathroom. As I changed my pad I felt numbness. As I wiped the moisture away I felt nothing. As I fingered my clit directly, just empty longing. Even when I slid a finger inside me, it might as well have been someone else's pussy for all I felt.

"I've been dead a hundred years. I can stand a month not feeling anything if you can," the demonic voice in my head said. And I shuddered.

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Wednesday Pets a Puppy

As they lay, spent on Enid's bed, Wednesday's fingers drifted down to her lover's fuzzy mound. "Every time we've been intimate, you've had a penis. I'd like to see how it is with your feminine form, if that's ok with you."

"Of course, roomie," Enid smiled.

And Wednesday started to kiss her way down Enid's chest, to the lower part of her rib cage, to her belly button, and down to her mons.

Like Enid's head hair, her pubes were blonde. Light enough she could see her cleft peeking through. But with a small tuft of pink on the left and blue on the right. Wednesday wondered, "Does she dye this? Or does her hair naturally have pastel tips." This would definitely merit more investigation. Later.

She felt the heat flowing from her roommate's sex, the humidity from her arousal. Her fingers slid down, feeling lips simultaneously familiar and foreign.

Wednesday's fingers spread her wetness around, feeling her slickness, her cream. She knew from teaching Enid how to masturbate that first night how tight she was, how sensitive she was. How barely a finger could fit in her. And she was attentive to her roommate's need.

"Fuck, Winna," Enid moaned as Wednesday's finger slid in her, stretching her. Enid had touched herself a couple times since her roommate had taught her, but it still felt different with her.

As Enid's hips bucked upwards, her head tossed back. And Wednesday brought her face closer to her lover's exposed sex. A tentative kitten tongue stuck out, and licked. A quick lick on her clit made Enid moan louder, and brought a smile to Wednesdays' face.

She continued to lick. Dragging her tongue in that tender skin between the outer and inner labia. Flicking her tongue on the underside of her clit. All the while her finger slid in and out of her roomie.

She felt Enid's pussy clenching on her finger. Half sucking trying to pull more of Winna in, half pushing trying to force her out. Enid's fists balled, grasping the sheets, looking for any anchor to this world as Wednesday's finger and tongue drove her to another.

And as she came, a low growl purred from Enid's throat, her thighs clamping on Wednesday's ears, holding her in place. Locking that tongue and finger in the perfect position to extend her climax.

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Topping the Domme

"Mommy, can we try something please?"

I put my book down to see my little sub, precious in her frilly dress, struggling to make eye contact with me. I love my little girl, and love to watch her struggle with assertiveness.

"What do you want to try, bunny?"

False start after false start, my sub doesn't know what to do with her hands. She keeps looking up to me, then looking away. The words struggle to form.

"Use your words, sweetness."

"Can I tie you up?"

I can't deny that the thought of her tying me up excites me. Although I'm usually a domme, I am in fact a switch. My little girl is so subservient I wonder how she will work this through. But I'm excited to see how.

"OK, Princess. Tell me what you need me to do."

A smile grows across her face as she demurely gets up and walks over to me. She has me stand up and disrobes me until I am standing nude in front of her.

"Sit in the chair, mommy." I oblige.

She brings out pretty blue rope. This has clearly been on her mind for a while, and she has the tools ready.

"Whatcha gonna do, puddin?"

I'm gonna tie your feet and legs to the chair. Spread wide. So I can enjoy all your goodies.

I sit, legs spread, as she ties my ankles, then my shins to the legs of the chair. The rope makes a Shibari pattern across my tummy and my breasts. The rope extends to my shoulders, down my arms securing them to the chair arms.

With me securely bound, she goes to my desk and takes my red lipstick and my letter opener. She liberally applies the lipstick to her lips, then walks over to me.

She kisses me. Deeply. Her voracious mouth sucks eagerly on my tongue, smearing her lipstick in a rough bruise on the corners of my mouth. All the while the tip of the letter opener is tracing marks in my breast, the white pressure scratches transforming to pink filigree lines.

Her mouth moves down my face, along my jawlines. She leaves little bitemarks on my jaw and chin before working her way leaving purplish hickeys on my neck, masked by the red of her lipstick. I relish in the scratching of her teeth and the sucking pain of her lips. Owning me as I have owned her so many times.

The letter opener presses harder into the underside of my breast, not enough to draw blood, but enough to make me gasp out loud.

Her eyes widen excitedly

Her mouth moves down, marking me with her lipstick and purple suction marks, until she takes my nipple in her warm wet mouth. Her letter opener traces slow circles around my other nipple, as both harden under her focus. My head tosses back, and a low moan released from my throat. I catch her smile in the corner of my eye, and I smile back.

She takes little bites along the underswell of my bosom before continuing to nibble down my tummy to my parted sex.

Her finger scoops some of my leakage, pooling between my thighs in the seat of my chair, then brings it up. I eagerly clean her finger with my mouth, sucking it dry with my lips.

"Mmm. Baby. I taste good. You should try."

She dips her head between my thighs, and take s a long slow lick. Goddess, the feel of her tongue between my lips, tasting my entire slit just runs chills down my spine.

And when her tongue leaves my clit, I feel alone and cold.

I'm on the edge now, so needful. Just a few more touches will bring me that sweet release.

And she knows it.

I've ruined more of her orgasms than either of us can count, and I know in my heart that's her plan for me. She brings out the Womanizer, a clit sucker she knows I use to masturbate when she's not in the mood, and applies it firmly to my clit.

Nestled in my bundle of nerves, I feel the climax approaching. Taking my whole body. I start to coo.

And, right before I cum, she withdraws it. My hips try to hump the air, struggling for any contact. Praying for any stimulation. My pussy starts to clench rhythmically, and I feel the ruin in my soul.

My heartless subby domme gently blows on my clit. The added stimulation almost painful. Cold. I feel the gnawing need I've delivered so many times. My eyes are thin darts staring at her soul. She looks at me, fearful but triumphant.

"Ready for round two, mommy?"

[xoknowssmut]

Enid Gets a Taste

As they lay spent on Enid's bed, she slowly relaxed herself, reverting back those wolflike aspects, notably her ears, tail, and cock.

"That was amazing, Winna! Where did you learn that?" Enid asked her roommate.

Wednesday shrugged, then said "You were the one who encouraged me to explore the internet and social media. The latter is still corrupted with vapid ideas. The former..." Wednesday's eyes trailed off before continuing, "...well, it's a different type of corruption."

Enid paused, "Well, can I at least help you? It's the least I could do. Besides..." She paused and blushed, "...I've been curious since that night."

Wednesday fought off a sly smile. "Don't worry about it. I'll address my need later." She had always been a insular girl, never wanting to be a burden, never even wanting to be noticed.

Enid, with wolflike speed, shifted until she was on top of the little raven. "Nonsense. You're always thinking of me. Let me give you this gift."

She then slid down Wednesday's body, slowly kissing her exposed skin between the folds of the robe. Between her tiny breasts, her sternum, her tummy, to her navel. Enid blazed a trail of tiny kisses, and Wednesday's skin perked up with tiny goosebumps.

She reached the top of her hips, got to the downy hairs on her gently raised mound, when Wednesday clenched her thighs together.

"You really don't have to, Enid."

Enid spread her thighs, using a bit of her werewolf strength to overpower the smaller girl. "I said, I want to give you a gift."

Wednesday sighed, a small smile caught the edge of her mouth.

Enid focused her attentions on the tender skin between Wednesday's thighs and lower lips. While she never shaved, her hair between her legs was much thinner than what covered her sex from the front, and Enid focused small delicate kisses just inside her thighs, working down one leg and up the other. She could feel the heat flowing from Wednesday's sex, could see the blood vessels pinkening the pale skin with arousal. And it excited the wolfling.

She took the tip of her tongue, and delicately licked the area just below her lips, just above her anus. She could smell Winna's soap and her excitement, and it brought out a more animalistic urge in Enid. Subconsiciously, her tongue widened to that of a wolf, and she took a slow long wide lick on Wednesday's labia. Like a zipper, the raven's lower lips parted, exposing her wet needful hole. Wednesday gasped under Enid's instict-led tongue, and stiffled a purr from leaving her throat.

Enid dipped lower, taking a taste of the nectar collecting just outside Wednesday's vagina. Delicious, salty with just a bit of tangyness, it drove the werewolf more excited, causing her own fluids to start to leak. Her claws started to dig in to the pale flesh of her roommates thighs, not strong enough to cut, but enough to leave marks. To mark her territory. And soon she would leave another mark.

Her attention focused to the pale pink pearl at the top of Roomie's lower mouth. Enid's tongue stroked against it, and Wednesday's hands balled up in fists, clenching her roommates sheets as the word "FUCK" leaked from her throat. The wolf's tongue continued to lavish attention to her needful bundle of nerves until Wednesday took handfuls of Enid's blonde hair, pulling her mouth onto her.

"More, I need more," Wednesday now demanded.

As Enid excitedly lapped at her friend's clitoris, Wednesday's thighs clenched together as she experienced Le Petit Mort, Her fingers gripped tighter in her roommates hair, keeping her face there, her tongue there.

"Mon Coeur." The words left her lips before she realized it. And Wednesday's eyes went wide.

And still trapped between her thighs, Enid smiled.

[xoknowssmut]

Wednesday Gets A Taste

Wednesday pulled her braids behind her head, tucking them in the back of her shirt. Then lowered her head into Enid's lap. A timid tongue took a little lap at the clear liquid at the tip of the she-wolf's cock. Wednesday didn't find the taste unpleasant, a bit salty, but as she brought her tongue back into her mouth, a string of Enid's pre-cum stretched from the tip of her lupine arousal to Wednesday's lips.

She felt emboldened, lowering her head again, this time letting her tongue trace lazy circles against the crown of Enid's new toy. Tasting the saltiness of her skin, the muskiness of her pheromones. Enid smelt both feral and fitting, the perfect match for Wednesday's mouth. Winna lowered her mouth, taking all of her glans within it, and Enid's head tossed back in a low howl, her fangs pressing into her skin as she bit her lower lip in pleasure.

The natural act involved pumping in and out, and Wednesday started to do this with her roommate. Taking in an inch at a time, she lowered herself on Enid's feminine manhood. As the wolf-girl relished these feelings, altogether alien and familiar, her hands started to thread through Wednesday's hair. At first delicate and supporting, Enid's nails lightly traced against Enid's raven hair and pale scalp. Wednesday continued to bob up and down, so slowly.

Eventually, though, the nature of the beast is to rut. And Enid wanted more of this sensation. More of this pleasure. And, in her eyes, Wednesday was offering herself plainly to her. Her hands gripped more forcefully, more a simultaneous pulling of the hair and pushing the head down, and Wednesday definitely noticed. A half-cough of surprise came out her nose, as her mouth was quite occupied. Enid pushed down, and Wednesday felt her against the back of her throat.

In her mind, Wednesday analyzed the situation. She knew what Enid would do, having seen acts like this, and (ugh) having heard her parents in their house. So she went back to her sword swallowing tricks, loosening her jaw and relaxing her throat muscles to allow Enid's rapier down her throat. But as she did, she felt the knot growing against the outside of her lips. She knew she'd have to keep that out of her mouth, or Enid would be stuck inside her for who knows how long.

Wednesday took Enid's cock in her throat, pumping softly with her mouth, and taking gulps to stroke the sensitive glans. She knew she had about 45 seconds to make her orgasm before she'd start to panic from lack of oxygen. Rarely a crier, Wednesday's eyes were tearing up as a natural reaction to Enid being so close to her mucosal membranes. She continued to gulp rhythmically and felt her roommate come to the precipice of passion.

Enid held Wednesday's skull against her pelvis as she shot pulse after pulse of her potent seed directly down Wednesday's throat. Wednesday adjusted herself to make sure the sperm went down her esophagus and not her windpipe, but continued to swallow, to coax her roommates need out of her. And, when Enid had finished, Wednesday pulled Excalibur from the stone of her throat. A trail of her lust and Wednesday's saliva landed on Enid's lap.

Both out of breath, Wednesday lay on Enid on the bed. They panted, both lying spent physically.

"When did you learn to do that?" Enid asked her roommate? "I've never felt that before."

"It was just instinct," Wednesday forced the words out between breaths. "Was I OK?"

"OK?" Enid hugged Wednesday despite her discomfort. "You were amazing roomie!"

[xoknowssmut]

Fill a Shy Futa

"H..Hi. I w..w..wasn't expecting you to come...s..s..so soon. I've s..s..seen you in the of..f..fice for a while, unclaimed. The rest of the f..f..futas here already have their b..b..bound quota, and your mind is im..m..mportant, but I could never conf..f..front a man. So I j..j..jerked off in your coffee. I couldn't believe you n..n..never noticed anything wrong, d..d..didn't taste anything. But you're here. Now. My first b..b..bound boy."

Candace was the newest futa on the floor of the office, a recent college graduate. She was as tall as a standard futa, and was definitely more Reubenesque than Amazon. That, and the size of her cock always made her so self conscious. Even in grade school she was the tallest, largest, and longest of the futas, and the others made her feel so self conscious.

Her nervous habit was fingering her piss hole on her cock, and as she had grown she had stretched it, much wider than the other futa cock holes. And through her habit of masturbating, she could only cum by fingering her cock, not by jerking off. And while her fellow classmates would fuck each others asses in high school to relieve stress, Candace could only finger her drooling cock to get off.

When the office hired Randy, it was for his business sense. It was dangerous to hire a man -- they could get bound so easily by a stray futa. But the office had apartments to specifically isolate men, and the office had futas all at their bound quotas. Having him in an office with Candace was a calculated risk, but her abilities as well as her nervousness meant the risk was minimal.

Candace knew what was on the line. Using just enough of her mind-numbing sperm to make him suggestible, she got him alone in the office one day. She'd never have the guts to fully bind Randy to her, and she'd never actively go after another man to be bound, Randy was relatively safe. And, thanks to her sperm, he'd never tell another soul.

She led him to the copier room, hiked up her skirt, and showed her massive member. It was almost twenty-inches long -- much to massive to fuck an ass with or get sucked off with. But her pee hole was about an inch wide, gaping, and starting to leak. And he was interested too, fumbling with his zipper, and starting to pull his pants down and bend over.

"N..n..no. F..f..face me. I w...w..want you to f..f..fuck me."

The idea of a futa being fucked was anathema to society. Futa were the dominants. Men were the submissive. But Candace wanted Randy's cock in her's. She'd read in some fantasy hentai, a horrible perverted book where two futa's fucked each others cocks. But Candace was perfectly equipped. And Randy's dick would fit snugly in hers.

She held his manhood, normal sized for a male of the species, and gently slid it inside her. It was snug, a tighter fit than her finger, but his flared head scratched her itch so well. "F..f..fuck me, Randy!" She commanded, and Randy started pumping his hips. Instinctively, Candace grabbed her cock, pumping the loose foreskin over her cockhead and over Randy's entire length. Both were pumping, reveling in the feeling.

She felt Randy cum in her, his semen leaking on her inner walls of her dominant sex. That was the final straw, and Candace came. Torrents of cum came down her length, pushing Randy's cock out and covering him with his thick, syrupy seed. She had never cum like this before -- it was so much more intense with a partner than alone, and she knew it wouldn't be long until she had bound Randy to her seed.