Tag: bdsm

He’d pushed you around since you were little kids, calling you a sissy, a faggot. He pulled your long hair and shoved you in grade school. Over the years he upgraded to holding you down and pinching your nose so you had to open your mouth to breathe. Then he’d spit in it and make you swallow; later, piss. 

It’s little wonder when puberty hit that your hormone filled mind turned to thoughts of the only intimate encounters you’d ever known. You felt so ashamed that for a few years you learned to dress less feminine and found that he left you alone, mostly. But you missed him. You grew your hair back out, wore tighter jeans, brighter colors. That got his attention again. By senior year not a day went by that he didn’t find some opportunity to shove you, trip you, slap your ass and laugh. You missed his fluids, though…

You went away for college, earning a BFA in poetry. You tried to date girls, boys , but no one could give you the treatment you craved. Everyone was confused when you moved back home after graduating magna cum laude and took a job at the construction company where your old bully was now a foreman. He took endless pleasure in belittling and messing with you. Begging him to stop got him real riled up, so when you did so around Easter and he made some joke about dressing like a bunny and kissing his god-damned dick, you fucking pussy, you jumped at it.

He shared the pics with his friends and word got out. Your progressive family was so eager to prove that they were down with it that your mom booked you some appointments without asking. Shame and fascination drove you on and before you knew it you were taking hormones and electrolysis without much thought beyond  that it would probably drive your bully wild. 

It did. He told you if you were going to dress like a sissy full time you should act like one. He got you a job as secretary for the construction company. Mostly you were his personal assistant, tasked with looking cute and fulfilling his every command… 

Waiter, part 5

That night she used me for her pleasure in a way
she never had before. Gone was the tentative power-play where she catered to my
kinky desires. Tonight was about her. She was in charge.

“Doggies don’t need clothes.” She announced as
soon as we were in the door, and roughly removed mine. There was no seduction
in this act. It was quick and perfunctory. When she was done she threw them in
the trash. Um, was I getting those back after this?

“You look naked without a collar. What a perv.
I’ll need to get you one, you naughty little bitch.”

That word…

“Sit.” She commanded. I kneeled, sitting on my
heels.

“Arf arf,” I interjected, raising my hands into
begging dog position.

“Shut up, bitch! You’re not being rewarded.
You’ve been bad, remember?”

“Sorry Master,” I said, looking down in penance.

“Doggies don’t talk, they obey!” she spat,
suddenly slapping me across the right cheek.

Slap!

I was shocked. It stung. A lot.

“You surprised, little doggie? Good. Don’t get
used to it. I like hurting you. But I want to see that confused look of pain
and betrayal on your face. Never lose that.”

Holy fuck! Were we lying all the card on the
table? I didn’t have any idea.

Just then she lifted the hem of her short, black
velvet dress, exposing herself. She was definitely not wearing underwear. She
never went out bare. He must have taken her underwear after all. Plus
she was totally shaved. She hated that. Said it felt demeaning,
patriarchal. Made her look like a porn star. He must have told her to do
it. Or else she voluntarily wanted to present herself to him like
that. I didn’t know which was more humiliating.

Kindra placed a hand on the back of my head,
grasping the hair painfully, and slowly pushed my face against her vulva. She
moved her hips back and forth, smearing secretions from her very wet labia
against my cheeks, nose, eyes. It was more purposeful than sexy. And it
couldn’t have been stimulating her clit. She was making a statement. She was
marking me.

“You’ve been a bad doggie. I’m rubbing your nose
in it. Let the shame sink in. Take a deep sniff. That’s the smell of your
Master. Recognize and obey.”

She yanked my head back.

“Look at you. So pathetic. Covered in my juices.
As happy as could be. You’re a little bitch. You know that, right?”

I nodded affirmatively.

“You like being a beta male?”

That phrase… I
nodded again, reluctantly, ashamed.

“Good. Now follow me.”

She pulled out a kitchen chair and sat down,
lifting her skirt up again.

“Now I know you doggies like to lick your Master
to get their scent. So lick away. And don’t stop until I say so.”

I walked over on all fours and began carefully
licking her labia. Kindra let key skirt fall over my head. I was in the dark.
She couldn’t see me. I was merely servicing her. Fulfilling my function.

She began directing me. Lick here, now there,
deeper, harder, faster, gentler, in a circular motion. She had never given
me such guidance before. She had been awkward about it. Silent. Now she
wouldn’t stop talking. Calling me a beta bitch, a good doggie. Pathetic.
It was humiliating but I was so turned on. When I started touching myself,
though, she smacked me in the head, hard.

“You will follow orders and nothing more! Your
pleasure is not your concern. It is mine. I will let you know when I think you
should have any. If it were up to me you wouldn’t enjoy this at all. But I know
I can’t count on that, you little pervert.”

Her first orgasm had come fast. But she kept me
going. Now she wanted me to go slowly. My jaw felt sore as the minutes passed.

Kindra snapped my head back as her second orgasm
came and she slapped me fiercely across the face, moaning loudly. My ears rung.
What had the been for? Then Kindra walked over to the bed and flopped
down. Her legs over the edge.

“Much better. I was getting tired. Crawl over
here, puppy, and keep up your task.”

I complied.

She came three to five more times – I lost count
– before releasing me.

“Wow! That felt good. Curl up there at the side
of the bed. Let’s take a nap. You deserve it, you good little doggie.”

Kindra laid down fully on the bed and fell
asleep almost immediately. I was exhausted, emotionally and physically. I was
also incredible horny. I considered taking the couch. I considered going to the
bathroom and masturbating. Yet I couldn’t bring myself to disobey her. So I
curled up in a fetal position right there and tried to sleep.

I didn’t think I would find any rest. Frantic
thoughts kep running through my head. What did she know? What had I
become? Did this mean I had lost her or that I hadn’t? What did she know
that I knew? Was that sex? It was more sex than we’d had in a while. Since he
had entered the picture. Perhaps it was better than nothing. Perhaps it was
better than everything?

————————————————————-

I awoke to a kiss being planted on my cheek.

“Hey sweety. I love you! That’s so cute that you
actually napped right there. You’re so dedicated. God! It was so fucking
hot!…Right?”

“It was amazing,” I said wistfully.

Slap!

“Doggies don’t talk!”

I looked down in shame and confusion.

“Aww, just kidding! Sorry. I couldn’t resist.” She
giggled then pulled my face up to hers and kissed it gently, lovingly. “Forgive
me?”

“Of course, my lo-”

Slap!

“Stupid bitch! Don’t fucking talk and
don’t fucking call me yours. You’re mine, not the other way around.
Understand?”

I stared at her with fear and devotion in my
eyes and nodded. She smiled wickedly.

She giggled.

“Aww, no, I’m really sorry. I’m so naughty.
Sorry, I guess I was just still caught up in the moment. Forgive me?”

I just nodded.

“Fuck! I’m so bad. I love that look of terror
and confusion on your face. Does that make me evil?”

I shook my head vigorously.

“But what if I want to be evil? How would I do
that?” she asked, running her fingers through my hair, mischief in her voice
and a smirk on her face.

I stared, uncertain.

“Sit here on the bed with me, honey,” she said,
patting the spot next to her.

I complied.

“I really am sorry. You don’t hate me, do you?”

I shook my head.

“No no, you really can speak! I promise.”

She hugged me to her. The velvet of her dress
felt scintillating against my cold, naked skin. Kindra’s left hand began
caressing my thigh.

“I love you,” she breathed in my ear.

Her hand moved to my genitals. My penis began to
harden, tentatively. She gave it a few strokes until it was fully erect. Then
the hand began gently caressing my still sore testicles. It felt amazing.

“Tell me how it was for you,” she whispered.

“…It was like…metamorphosis. I felt like an
entirely different person. Like not even a person. I was fulfilled in my
service to you.”

“Go on,” Kindra purred into my ear, bringing her
other hand around my body to grasp my shaft and slowly tease it. “Tell me, were
you frustrated by not getting release?”

“Yes, it was agony.”

She pumped faster.

“Do you want release now?”

She began squeezing my balls in pulses while
stroking my cock.

“Fuck! God. Yes.”

She clamped down on my testicles and squeezed
with all her might.

“Ahhh! Ow ow ow. Ease up, ease up.”

She didn’t ease up. On the contrary, she kept
her grasp firm, repositioned to face me, and used her free hand to slap me.

Slap!

“How fucking stupid are you, you beta bitch?!
Like seriously how many times can I fool you before you get it? I don’t give a
shit how you felt. I don’t care about your ‘metamorphosis’ or any other idiotic
garbage your brain generates to justify this to itself. You aren’t a person to
me, you are a loyal dog that lets me beat it. Comprehend?”

I nodded, tears welling up in my eyes.

She began laughing. Joyously. Smile wide. She
moved her face towards mine and I flinched. This caused her to laugh even
harder. She pressed her lips to corner of my eye and sucked in the tear that
had formed.

Which just caused me to whimper and start crying
in earnest.

“Ohh, shh shh, it’s okay,” Kindra cooed. She
began licking my face as the tears came. “I love these tears. They let me know
I’m evil. I am evil, right?”

I nodded, trying to blink my vision back into
focus.

“Good, good,” she breathed into my ear, “that’s
all I wanted to hear.”

She began caressing my hair with one hand. Her
other was squeezing my balls. Sometimes painfully, sometimes gently.

“All these times we played these games, it was
all about you and your sick desires, you know?”

I nodded.

“I was never really in charge. I was your
servant. But somehow imagining you as a doggie let me finally take the reins,
you know?”

I nodded. She squeezed hard on my poor
testicles.

“It felt so good. I was so confident. I finally
knew what it meant to focus on myself and my pleasure. To the exclusion of
yours. To the nullification of your pleasure. Of your personhood… Well, the
nullification of your agency, at least..”

Here she began stroking my cock again, which had
gone soft in all the confusion and pain.

“Because it meant so much to me that I was above
you as a person. You weren’t just a sex toy, some object, you know? You
were my pet. My degraded boyfriend. You had lost so much to me. Willingly gave
it. God! This is getting me hot!” She stroked me faster. “I guess it’s
good for you, too.”

Without warning Kindra swung her leg over my lap
and straddled me, guiding my now erect penis inside of her. It felt hot in
there and incredibly slick. We usually needed lube. Not today. We always
used condoms. Not today.

Kindra lifted and lowered herself in slow,
gentle rhythms. She held my face with both hands, tilting it up so I had to
meet her gaze. Tears were still occasionally falling down my cheeks as she
slowly fucked me.

“Shh, shh, don’t cry anymore, little doggie,”
she said, wiping away my tears. “This feels nice, right?”

I nodded.

Slap!

“Shh, shh, it’s okay. You know I don’t care
about your pleasure, though. It doesn’t matter anymore. Your pain turns me on,
now.”

I whimpered.

“God! That sound thrills me, too!” She began
grinding into me harder, faster. My pelvis bone started to hurt. She pulled my
face, – hot and slick with tears – into her cleavage.

“Maybe I’ll let you come in me.”

I tried to pull away, to shake my head, but she
held me firm. There wasn’t a condom! Had she forgotten?

“Shh, shh, you can’t get away. You’re mine. I’ll
make you impregnate me…That’s your biggest fear, right? Yeah. Maybe I stopped
taking my birth control weeks ago…would you have noticed?” Her quick, steady
rhythm continued. I was terrified. Was it true? I tried to pull away.
She just wrapped her legs under mine and held me tighter. She was so strong.

“Shh, shh, that’s right. Maybe you should have
let me teach you judo? Now I’m going to make you knock me up and you can’t stop
me.”

I didn’t want this…Or I wanted it more than
anything? I was hers. I wanted to serve her in any way she demanded. But that
was just the hormones talking. This would definitely feel like a huge mistake
after I came down. Yet I still wanted it.

She tried to finish me off with hard, deep
thrusts.

“Come now. Come for me baby. Give me what I
want. Knock me up. Lose yourself. Lose. Lose. Lose, my little pathetic bitch.”

At the word bitch I couldn’t hold it in.
I cried out, shooting torrents deep into her. I released an agonized moan. At
that, she ground into my pelvis even harder and  started shaking and
shouting. The fingers of one hand dug into my back painfully while the other
pulled my hair mercilessly.

“Yes, yes, yes! I own you! Ahhh! Fuck! You’re so
pathetic. You bitch, ahh!, pathetic beta, ahh!, my bitch. Ohhh…”

With that she slumped into me and took deep,
slow breaths. Minutes passed.

“Ahhh, wow, okay. Woo. Doggie mode over. Thank
you sweety.”

Kindra lifted herself off my lap and gently
pushed me over onto the bed. She leaned down and kissed me sweetly before
sitting back up, straddling my torso.

“I am on birth control, of course.” Then
Kindra reached a hand down, inserted a finger into her vagina and pulled it
back out in a hook shape. A sizable glob of warm, white goo plopped down onto
my stomach.

“But you can never be too careful.” She wiped
her finger through the mess. There was some red blood mixed in. She looked at
it admiringly. “My period always makes me so horny. Care for a taste?” She
extended her messy finger to my moth.

A taste was the last thing I wanted. I was
coming down from sex madness and the idea of putting that in my mouth disgusted
me. But I was also afraid. Kindra had said the role-play was over, again,
but I couldn’t trust Kindra anymore. And I didn’t have the endorphins to
protect me if she hit me. I had to do as she asked. I opened my mouth
compliantly. She put her finger right in and I wrapped my lips around it and
sucked it clean.

“Hehe, that tickles. Hey! You’ll never eat your
cum. I like this….Wait, you’re not still afraid of me, are you?”

I shook my head. It probably wasn’t convincing.

“No…no. I’m… gosh, I can’t say I’m sorry
anymore and be believed, can I? I don’t know what took hold of me. I
thought…you wanted this? But no, was it all just for me? I’m not really evil.
Am I?”

I shook my head.

“Shit!…” Then she started crying, just
a little, quietly, shoulders shaking, face in her hands. “I…fucked everything
up didn’t I? I traumatized you. I’m such a fucking idiot! I destroyed your
trust in me. Which was hot in the moment, but…fuck! I never should have let
myself go like that. I was too unrestrained. Too free. I even used your biggest
fear against you. What the hell is wrong with me!? Am I a monster?”

She was sobbing harder now. This sounded real. I
put an arm around her.

“Look, Kindra…” No slap? “…Kindra, it’s
fine. It was, um, intense, but it’ll be okay. It was a lot of fun.”

“Yeah?”

“I mean it.”

Kindra sniffled a few times and wiped her face
in her palms. She looked up at me.

“You’re too good for me.”

“No, my Master is the best.”

She laughed. “Don’t even joke about that right
now. But it was good?”

“So good.” I kissed her cheek.

Her cheek was…totally dry? I pulled back and
looked at her face. Her eyes weren’t red or shiny, her face wasn’t flush. Had
this all been a ruse?

“I love you honey. Sorry I turned evil.” She
laughed.

“It’s…okay. I love you.”

“I love you too, darling boy.”

Just then Kindra got a text. She grabbed up her
phone from the side table and turned toward me so I couldn’t read the screen.
Her face lit up with a big grin while she texted back and forth.  After a
while she spoke to me.

“Okay. well, I‘m gonna go to the bar and meet up
with Yaz.”

“At Ariadne? It’s…eleven on a weekday night.”
Ariadne was more of a club than a bar. A bit seedy. Untoward things were said
to happen in the alley behind it.

“And you go to bars at 9PM? No one would be
there, silly.”

“Right…”

“Besides, we have a lot to talk about. She’s so
excited to hear about my new beta bitch.”

“Haha, oh, you’re going to tell her about that?”

“Well…sorry, I guess that is weird?… But I
already told her and I kinda tell her everything? You know? Besides I really
need to process. I still feel weird about it.”

“Of course; go have fun.”

“Thanks! You’re such a good boy. I may crash at
her place if I get too drunk.”

“Oh…okay.”

Yaz lived a mile from Ariadne in the opposite
direction. Kindra and I were only a mile and a half away to the east of the
bar. She had always walked back before. And she never got very drunk. Besides,
she was a martial arts badass. She could protect herself from creeps. What
did it mean? It had to be him, right?

Kindra went to use the bathroom. I quickly
grabbed her phone and unlocked it. Huh. It really was Yaz.

You:     I
have so much to tell you! You’ll be so proud of me!

Yaz: Did you fuck the high schooler?

You:     More
like he fucked my face in the bathroom of the restaurant!

Yaz: Damn, what a slut you’ve become

You:     Not
long ago I would have slapped you for that, but I’ve embraced it. I love it 🙂

Yaz: You wanton whore, you

You:     You
don’t even know. I’m his “bitch” 🙂

Yaz: That’s not a word I expected to see from
you

You:     It
gets me hot when he says it. I feel demeaned and owned, but I like it. I’m a
bad feminist now ;P

Yaz: Nothing hotter than being bad

You:     Then
he fingered me under the table right in front of the BF!

Yaz: No!

You:     Yes!

Yaz: You fucking bitch. How did you get away
with that?

You:     I’m
a slut ninja, baby. But that’s not even the half of it.

Yaz: Don’t keep a girl waiting.

You:     Come
out to the bar?

Yaz: It’s a weekday.

You:     Dax
will be there

Yaz: Your teen lover will be at a bar?

You:     Gerry
at the door wants me bad. He’ll do anything I say if I sit in his lap for a
minute

Yaz: Isn’t it against your silly “code” to use
sex appeal for platonic favors?

You:     I
told you. I’ve loosened up since an Alpha claimed me. I’m breaking all my own
rules.

Yaz: From prude to vixen. I guess I could make
it out for an unruly sex fiend

You:     You
can be lookout for us when we go out back…

Yaz: Damn, you know what to say to a girl. But
if you start fucking in that alley I’m not gonna be able to look away.

You:     😛
see you soon!

Fuck! I hit back to see if
Dax had said anything.

Dax: Why’d you run off?

You:     Don’t
be mad

Dax: Should I be?

You:     No,
be proud.

Dax: ?

You:     I
made him my bitch!

Dax: Made nothing, he was born a bitch

You:     Fine.
But now he knows it.

You:     Did
you see that tip?

Dax: More like bribe. I thought he was trying to
buy you back

You:     I
made him empty his wallet 🙂

Dax: Humiliation. Nice. You’re learning.

You:     He
did everything I commanded. It felt amazing

Dax: It’s in his nature.

You:     I
totally wrecked him. I ruined his sense of safety around me. Shit, it’s getting
me hot just thinking about it.

Dax: Good job, bitch. Who’s my good girl?

You:     purrr

Dax: *slaps that ass*

Dax: I want to wreck you, girl.

You:     Come
out? Ariadne?

Dax: See you soon, my bitch.

Dax: Your boyfriend’s buying

I heard Kindra opening the door and I scrambled
to hit power and place the phone on the bed. I didn’t have time to switch text
conversations. Shit!

Kindra grabbed up her matching black purse and
threw her phone in. She leaned down and kissed me sweetly before-

Slap!

“See ya later, beta bitch.” Giggling and blowing
a kiss, she left.

Waiter, part 2

Kindra and
I had a monogamous relationship. She had firmly established that point when we
got together. It wasn’t a moral thing; she just needed monogamy to feel
comfortable and secure, she’d said. I had assented easily. Monogamy was all I
knew.

Yet here
was my girlfriend covertly giggling and texting some buff waiter from our
favorite restaurant.

Not some waiter. “His name’s Dax,” Kindra had scolded me the other day, before all
this started.

Though now
it was, “oh it’s just Yaz, she’s such a scandal queen,” whenever I asked what
all the giggling and blushing was about.

But that
damned waiter had told me exactly what his plans were. Like an idiot I agreed
to his “bet.” Kindra had given him her number right in front of me, though she tried
to hide it. According to the terms of the wager, I had to “look the other way”
and let this asshole “do what a man can.”

Just
thinking back on it burned me with shame. What was I doing upholding the terms
of such a shady bet, anyway? It probably had something to do with the thumping
of my heart and the sexual thrill I felt alongside the humiliation. Blerg.

Lately
Kindra seemed to be putting off sex with me. Too tired, too stressed. This
happens; it’s not a big deal. But lately I had been awakening in the night to
find Kindra lying with her back to me. One hand on her phone. The other between
her legs.

———————————

I didn’t
think they’d done anything more than text. …sext. There hadn’t’
been time. Probably. She was too busy with work and other obligations. It
wasn’t like her to shirk, either. She was too dedicated. Or was she dedicated to her affairs as well? The uncertainty was eating me. It was torture.
That’s why I think it was both relief and agony when she texted me to meet her
at the restaurant again one night. We didn’t normally eat out so regularly. It
must have been because of him. But perhaps at last I’d get some clue.

I arrived
and she was already there and seated. Unusual; normally she’d wait by the door.
Plus she was wearing a nice dress. Black, velvet, low-cut. Some makeup on
closer inspection. Alarm bells. She rarely dressed up. It was Wednesday. I
racked my mind for an overlooked special occasion, but of course there was
nothing. He was the special occasion. I grasped at the straw
anyway:

“Wow.
What’s the occasion?”

“Hmpf! I
can’t just wear nice things?” she teased. But there was a real edge of
annoyance to it.

“Kindra,
you take my breath away. You are looking even more beautiful than usual.”

I wish
I’d said that. No. It was him. Suddenly there, depositing glasses of water. She
blushed deeply.

“Thank you,
Dax,” she said, placing her hand on his forearm. Then turned her gaze to me, “Nice
to see someone knows how to deliver a compliment.” He left, pulling away from
her hand (which she didn’t remove) and I could swear he flashed me the most
triumphant grin for a half second.

“I said ‘wow’!”
I complained, weakly.

“Yes, you
are truly a Don Juan. What woman’s sense of romance wouldn’t be fulfilled with
such effusive praise?”

“Anyway,
since when are you two on a first name basis?”

“What, you
think Dax told me his name and I just left him hanging? We aren’t all social
inepts, unwilling to make friends.”

“Friends?
He asked for your number.”

She averted
her gaze awkwardly but continued, “well yes…but that doesn’t mean we can’t be
friends in time. If I couldn’t be friends with people who had sexual attraction
towards me I wouldn’t have any male friends at all.”

The
possibilities made my head spin. She had so many male friends. Mostly
male friends. I had never felt like a jealous person, but this was all so much,
so fast. For the first time I had real reason to be jealous.

“You’re
right, of course. I’m just being jealous.” I forced myself to say. “Ignore me.
It’s an unworthy emotion reeking of patriarchy.”

“Yes, it’s
certainly not like you,” she said, still not meeting my eyes. “But despite the
cave-manishness it’s sweet to see you all riled up.”

“Sadist,” I
managed to quip, trying to will joviality into my voice. She looked back up.

“Mmm, you
know it, baby. But also…a girl likes to be reminded that she matters to her
partner. You know? That she has options. Nothing like a little competition to
reignite those affections.”

“I thought
you were looking for friendship?” I said, my heart dropping into my stomach.

She blushed
and looked away again.

“You know
I’m teasing. I just mean that a little jealousy can be affirming. Maybe I like
seeing it in you?”

“I do love
you for your sadism, after all. But I thought that was all in the bedroom.
Guess I should expect a little extra-curricular torture?”

“Hmm,
perhaps.”

My heart
was racing a mile a minute. A cold sweat was dripping from my armpits. I
couldn’t keep up this calm facade.

“Well, I’m
going to the bathroom,” I said, practically race-walking away.

I splashed
cold water on my face and breathed slowly, trying to calm my nerves. It wasn’t
working. I started counting my breaths.

“She
dressed up for me, you know.”

I jumped
and spun around. It was him, of course.

“I was
surprised she agree to do that in front of you, so soon.”

I didn’t know
what to say. I felt a sinking sensation. My ears were burning.

“But I’m
glad she did. Half the fun for me is humiliating the boyfriend. Or husband.
Hell, sometimes even a son. Older women are great, you know? And nothing’s more
shameful for a young man than watching his mother flirt with some young guy;
maybe younger than he is. Too ashamed to stop her from cuckolding his own
father….

“Sorry, I
digress…. How old are you anyway?”

“Uhhh,” I
stalled, dazed.

“Answer me
when I ask you a question.”

“T-t-twenty
five.” What? I wasn’t a stutterer and I owed him nothing. But
I felt so nervous. I found myself looking down, ashamed, like Kindra had been
in front of me.

“Look at me
when I speak to you” he commanded, easily. I met his eyes. There was no anger.
Just confidence. And a boyish grin.

He went on.

“Kindra’s
twenty six. She told me. Good age for a woman. Young enough to have that
perfect, youthful body. Old enough to have maturity; experience, confidence, to
know what she wants. And to start to suspecting what she’s missing…

“I’m still
in high school, actually. I know, I know, I don’t look it. Swear I haven’t just
stayed back a dozen times. I was blessed with a muscular frame and learned some
sexual maturity early. I’m legal, though. Lucky for all these women who get a
real man with a teen boy’s stamina. Right?”

“Umm, uh, I
guess.”

“I suppose
you wouldn’t know. You were never like me. You’re a beta male.
Feminine, subservient. It’s obvious. You cemented your role the moment you
agreed to my wager. What an idiot. No real man would just watch as some guy hit
on his woman. You lost any opportunity you had to be an Alpha
right then. Not that you had much opportunity. But you could have at least
pretended. Maybe grown into it. But look at you, just standing there, silent,
hanging on my every word. This is your awakening.”

I was
boiling with rage inside. I didn’t know if I was more ashamed or pissed off at
his sexist nonsense. Yet I was also entranced.

“Now now, I
don’t mean this in some old school patriarchal way. There’s no right or wrong
in it. But it’s just true. Some folks are more naturally dominant. Others are
subservient, for whatever reason. It’s a thrill. I love humiliating betas like
you. It’s my role… And you love being ashamed and taking your natural place
at my feet. Whether you know it yet or not.”

My ears
must have been purple with hot shame. I wanted to look away but I couldn’t;
didn’t feel right disobeying him. And that just made it worse.

“Kneel.”

I stared at
him, dumb.

“It’s okay,
just take your place. You’ll love it. Now kneel.”

I found
myself kneeling. It just happened. And by now my shame was sharing a lot of
space with arousal.

“Good boy.”

Adrenaline
shot through me at his words. Then he unzipped his pants.

God. I hadn’t sucked a cock in years. I felt thrilled and sick. Did I
want this? Yes! I needed to suck his hard dick until it came inside my
hungry mouth…But also, no! I hated this completely, deep down in my core. I
felt gross, nauseated. And somehow, I felt guilty that I was about to break my
vow of monogamy to Kindra. How silly is that? She started this. Or did I…with
that stupid bet?

“Open your
mouth.”

I opened
wide, obediently, with no hesitation.

He put his
cock in my mouth.

“Close your
lips around it.”

I did. It
wasn’t erect. It felt warm and soft on my tongue and lips.

“Now make
sure to swallow.”

With that a
hot steam let loose in my mouth. It tasted a little acrid. Just a little.
Mostly it just tasted like warm water. Kinda nice, in a perverse way.

But it
didn’t let up. I had to
swallow, repeatedly. Gulp after gulp. On and on. Never opening my mouth or
spilling. It went on forever. How
much had he drunk? I felt like my
stomach was almost out of capacity. That any moment I would try to swallow but
it wouldn’t have anywhere to go and would overflow out of my mouth. All over my
clothes. Marking my shame clearly. God. I felt full. In every way.

“Aaand
that’s good,” he declared, pulling out from my pursed lips with a light pop. He
took hold of his flaccid penis and shook it over me. Warm drops dappled my
face.

“Okay,” he
said, zipping back up, “Now go out there and give your girlfriend a big kiss. A
deep one. Let her taste what a beta male should taste like. Like
whatever an Alpha decides to put in him.”

Full of
shame and confusion, I stood and approached the sink to wash the pee from my
face.

“No. Leave
it.”

I stared
back at him, aghast.

“Now now,
she won’t be able to tell. Not for certain. She’ll just have a vague sense of
what you are.”

I turned
and walked to the door.

“Oh and
don’t forget to keep pretending you don’t know about me and her. I’m gonna make
her my fuck doll right under your nose. And it’ll be more fun for her if she
thinks she’s sneaking around on you. All the thrill of lying and
betrayal.”

I thought I
had lost all of my pride, but something snapped in me and I turned back to him.

“She’ll
never be your ‘fuck doll.’ She, she, she’s an Alpha Female. More than a
match for you.”

He laughed,
heartily. “That’s so cute. You have no idea. Of course to a beta like you she’s
an Alpha. It’s natural for a person with any self respect to step on your neck.
It feels good; right. But like so many girlfriends of betas, she’s just waiting
to be brought to heel by a more dominant partner. To a man like me, she’s just
a bitch in need of training.”

“Fuck you!”
I spat. “You wish.”

“Listen,
Piss Boy!” he growled, wrapping his large hand around my slender neck and
slamming me against the wall. “Don’t take that tone with your betters!” He
glared deep into my eyes for a tense moment before relenting.

“I’ll let
it slide this once since you’re new to this role. But don’t think I’m afraid to
hurt you. A beta like you would cover up any bruises with excuses; too ashamed
to tell his girl the truth.

“Oh, and if
you need some convincing about where this is all headed, take a peek at Kindra’s
texts sometime. She’s already started to reveal her true colors… Bitch is
just waiting to be shown her place.”

He released
his grip. I slumped a little, almost falling. I was defeated. I was sick to my
stomach. Could it be true? I felt hot and cold in all the wrong ways. I
couldn’t stand up to him anymore.

I headed to
the door. Then his hand was on my head.

“Good boy.”
He ruffled my hair. “It’s a hard transition but you’ll get used to this in no
time. Just remember that you’re a beta male.”

With that I
opened the door and finally left. When I got back to the table, Kindra’s face
lit up with a big, loving smile.

“Hey
darling!” God. That made me feel amazing but also like garbage.
Amazing garbage.

I leaned
down and kissed her. Deeply. As we pulled apart her face twisted up in distaste
and confusion. Fuck.

She was
going to interrogate me. Demand to know why I tasted like piss. Call me Piss
Boy, just like he did. I was a Piss Boy. A beta male.
A loser…

But no. She
just shook her head and let the moment pass. Good. What was she
thinking, though? That I tasted like beta male? No no no, that’s was just his twisted
worldview. Nonsense. For a moment he had me believing. But no. It was
retrograde drivel. There wasn’t anything that innately made me need to submit
to him or anyone else. I wasn’t a beta male.

Beta male.
Beta…it
sounded…kinda nice. I’m a beta I said to myself and it sent a tingle down my
spine.

john-mirror-captions:

Oh shit… he was twice as big as you… and by the girl’s reaction it was pretty obvious who they were going to use like a fuck toy and who was going to get his balls banded until they were done… YOU DIDN’T WANT TO PLAY ANYMORE! …you pulled at the cuffs as your hard-on shrunk down to a tiny pale mushroom… you couldn’t even stay hard in the same room as that monster dick! He smiled at you as the horny giggling girls pulled your poor balls through the elastrator band… “I can go all night, dude. You can kiss your balls goodbye. =) And in about 4 hours, when they’re about to be done for good… I’m gonna be fucking YOUR ass… I’m gonna turn you into a castrated faggot in front of these girls…” The girls thought it was hilarious as they played with your darkening balls and joked about how your dick was already broken. =(

Promises, promises…

You climb onto her cock even though in your post-orgasmic state it doesn’t do anything but cause you pain. You wouldn’t want her to limit herself to just one orgasm after all. That would just be cruel. You ride her enthusiastically and beg her to destroy your orifices. You get excited again but she refuses to let you touch yourself. She knows how excited you are and doesn’t want it to end so soon again. Things go on for quite some time…