6 comments/ 88356 views/ 21 favorites The Life and Times of M.X. By: mabinogionx THE LIFE AND TIMES OF M. X. A MODERN-DAY OPERA BY M. X. PROLOGUE My name is M., and I sucked cock. Even though I'm a male, I'm not homosexual. To the contrary; I think performing oral sex on other men is humiliating. "Then why did he do it?" you ask. Well, to try and give a sensible answer to that question, I need to go back in time a bit. It was a few years after my mother had passed away; I was eighteen at the time. My father had a new girlfriend, who lived in our house. I completely agreed with that -- my mother would have wanted him to go on with his life. Besides that, my new step mom was a beautiful woman. She was in her early thirties, had a gorgeous body, with firm breasts, and, in general, was kind. Although she had a kind of bitchy attitude, she wasn't bad. In fact, her bitchiness was comical at times, when she sneered at the stupidity of people, for instance. She had the habit of sunbathing in the backyard. And my room had a splendid view on the backyard. One day, when my father was out fishing with some friends, on a terribly hot summer's day, Mom (as I used to call her) was getting a tan. I peeked out of my window, making sure she couldn't see me. I sighed. What a divine body that woman had. She was wearing a very low cut black bikini, and my penis got hard at the very first sight of her. She was on a reclining chair, her eyes closed. Her taut belly glistened with suntan lotion, and her full breasts rose and fell to the slow rhythm of her breathing. An especially nice touch was that I could see the lips of her vagina through the bikini bottom, and to an eighteen year old boy, that small slit was of astronomical value. And, at that very moment, I knew it. I had to get off. Mom's eyes were closed, and she was breathing slowly -- so she must be asleep. Dad was gone. That meant that I was home alone, having no brothers or sisters. I quickly went to my secret hiding place and got out a lesbian DVD, which I popped in the player. I quickly got naked, lay down on the bed, and started stroking my rock hard penis, as I'd done so often before. I stroked and fantasized about the two beautiful girls 69-ing on my TV-screen. If only they would kneel in front of me and take turns at sucking my big cock, and then swallowing my load. Well... "big". I'm endowed with a good six inches, and though I knew that's not huge, I'd seen smaller guys in the showers after physical education in school. I groaned softly. The sensations in my penis started to spread all the way through my body. And then I got that familiar feeling -- you know it, when you understand that whatever happens, you will have an orgasm... You're about to come... to ejaculate... My breathing got faster, and then nearly stopped; the muscles in my stomach tightened, and then... "What the hell are you doing?" I jumped up from my bed, my cock still in hand -- and that was the final jerk I needed. While I stared my stepmother in the face, my penis shuddered and wave after wave of hot, thick, white seed spurted out. Like an erupting volcano, I shot my load in the direction of my stepmother. I couldn't help it. I had never been so embarrassed in my life. My face didn't just turn red, it must have been tomato-coloured. My erection disappeared like snow in an oven. I tried to cover my genitals with my hands, but my stepmother snapped, "Don't!" I obeyed while she stepped into my room. "I said: 'what the hell are you doing?'." I turned even redder, feeling my cheeks burn, and stammered, "W-w-well, I... I-I was... was... jer- um... m-masturbating." My stepmother sighed and said, "I saw that, dipswitch. But why? Oh, I know. Because you don't have a girlfriend to do it for you." I stared at the floor. It was true. I didn't have a girlfriend; never had one. "Look at me! Well, let me see that cock of yours." My stepmother stepped closer and took a good, long look at my cock. If I hadn't been so embarrassed, I might have smiled. I was pretty sure my penis was a real cock and I was pretty proud of it. And then, she started to giggle. "Haha, well, it's not much, is it? I understand why you don't have a girlfriend: she wouldn't even feel that little dicky in her pussy." Although slightly shocked at her language (after all, I was sort of considering this woman as a replacement mother), I answered defiantly, "Small? I've seen guys in the shower with smaller dicks than this, Mom." She looked at me and grinned, "Yes, honey, but I've seen your little dicky all hard, remember. You can't predict the size of a hard cock by looking at it in its flaccid state. Some men have small soft dickies, which turn out to be huge when hard. But, okay, make it hard for me." I started to stroke again. In no time my penis was erect again. I guess the whole situation was kind of turning me on. My stepmother stepped in even closer and wrapped her warm hand around my shaft. She looked me in the eye and said, "Six inches, am I right?" I nodded. "I'll tell you a secret. Girls can't measure a cock when they're near one, not having a ruler handy and all. So they use the belly button test. Ever heard of it? Probably not. It's very simple. You wait till the cock is completely hard, and then you press it up against the belly. If it passes the belly button, it's a real cock. So, let's give it a shot." My step mom pushed my cock against my belly button -- and instead of going past it, it fell short slightly more than an inch. My stepmother laughed and said, "Haha, yeah, I thought so. Sorry to break the bad news, honey, but... you're not a real man. You see, real men have big cocks, real cocks. And that means packing at least eight inches. Sorry honey, but if you fuck a girl with this, she won't even feel it inside of her." I was pretty dumbfounded. However, I had done some research (don't all guys do that?). "Wait a minute. Six inches is the average penis size. My cock is about six and five sixteenth of an inch, so I'm slightly above average. So what's this bullsh- um, nonsense about being small?" My step mom laughed again and said, "Honey, I know we tell guys that size doesn't matter. But for heaven's sake, you're not stupid. Did you really think that's the truth? Of course not. I know it's the average, and that's sad enough, but there still are some real men out there. Enough of this. What's that you were watching? Lesbian porn. Naughty boy!" While she said all this, she was fondling my balls and slowly stroking my cock. I felt another orgasm approach slowly. "Girls eating pussy -- so that's what does it for you, huh? 'I can't get a girl, so I compensate by watching them make out together'; is that the thought? Well, no more of that for you. Where did you hide it? Oh, I see, in the air vent. Well, everything in there is mine, now. And of course, I'll have to tell your father." Now, that final sentence, that's the crux of this story, the bridge to everything that was to follow. You see, my father was a very pious man. Believe it or not, but if he would hear I was jerking off to lesbian porn, his heart would break. First his wife died, and now his son turned out to be a pervert. Yeah, he was pretty old-fashioned, but that's the way he was. "No, please," I said, "you know that would kill him." My stepmother smiled and licked her lips sensuously. "Well, I can be silent. But that will cost you, little boy. From now on, your little dicklet is mine. Do you hear me? Mine. I will punish you for your iniquitous behaviour. I will teach you to be a good boy, from now on. For starters, jack off again. My cheeks, which had returned to their normal colour, turned red again. "You've got to be kidding," I stammered. "Listen, I don't want any of this bullshit. Will you obey me, or not? I'll just go to your Dad." I sighed and started to rub my cock again. It didn't take me long. "I... oh... I'm going to c... going to come!" "Come in your hand." "What? I... oh... ohh... aaaahh!" And I shot my load. Not as big as the first one, but still a copious amount. To be young... So there I was, naked, in front of my gorgeous stepmother, my sperm collected in my left hand. "Well?" "Well what?" asked I. "Lick it up," said my stepmother with a wicked grin. "What?!" I half-yelled in disbelief. "No way!" "Listen, my little naughty boy. You will do as I say. If you question me once more, I will go to your father. So don't bitch, I'm sure there's a DVD of a girl sucking cock in your collection, and I'm absolutely sure you've fantasized about some girl sucking you off and swallowing. So try it yourself. Swallow. Now!" I sighed and started to lick up my seed. I disliked it. A lot. It was thick and slimy and it tasted strangely salty. But I did as I was told. I nearly gagged a few times, but I lapped it all up. When I was finished, my stepmother smiled and said, "I hope you liked it. You'd better learn to like it, honey." "What's that supposed to m-" The look in her eyes made me abort the question. "Okay, honey, take a shower, now. And shave off that beautiful dark patch of pubic hair." "What? No way! The guys at school will laugh at me and-" "The guys at school, honey, are real men. They deserve to have pubic hair. You are just a little boy with a little dicky. You should be completely smooth. So, shave it off. Every single hair, including those on the peanuts you call balls. And I will inspect afterwards, so you'd better make it a clean cut." Every story has a beginning. My story started there, on that hot summer's day. If I hadn't spied on her, would all of this had happened? Did she know I'd got hard from watching her? Did she in fact know I was watching her at all? It doesn't really matter. Let me tell you about all the things that happened next. CHAPTER I I did take a shower, and I did shave off all my pubic hair. I was pretty proud of my pubic bush; the hair was dark, curly and copious. But now it all had to come off. When I was drying myself, the bathroom door opened, and my stepmother entered. She smiled. "Now, that's a good little boy. All smooth and clean. Haha, that makes your little dicky look even smaller than it seemed before. They say trimming your pubes enhances your manhood, but, to be honest, this smoothness befits a little boy like you. From now on, you will keep it shaved like this." All I could do was nod my assent. At school, after the first physical education class, I was embarrassed to the bone. Although most guys just stared, slightly amazed, and didn't even make any remarks, I felt just like a little boy again; it was humiliating. But, well, I had to get used to it. And being bare wasn't the only thing I had to learn to like. When my Dad was fishing again, my stepmother entered my room and said, "strip." I sighed and complied, thinking it was just another one of those "are-you-still-shaved"-calls. She indeed nodded and said, "Good boy, nice and smooth. Today, I will introduce the next element in your training." And with that, she held up a strange black object, about the size of my index finger, but with a base. "Do you know what this is?" I shook my head. "It is called a butt-plug. Do you know why it's called that way?" I shook my head. She smiled and said, "Because it's a plug, and it goes up your butt. Now turn around and bend over." I sighed and complied. I felt how my stepmother lubed up my anus and ever so gently slid in a finger. Very slowly, she started to finger my rectum. At first, it was pretty uncomfortable, painful even. However, to my amazement, it started to feel pretty nice after a while. I got an erection and started to move my hand to my cock, when my stepmother snapped, "Uh-uh, no touching!" She retracted her finger, and told me to turn around. I stood straight again and looked at her. She smiled and said, "Naughty boy, a little ass-play gets you all worked up, huh? Would you like Mommy to give you a nice orgasm? Yes? Would you like to come more intensely than ever before? Would you?" "Yes, Mom," I said, slightly embarrassed. "Beg me." I sighed. "Please, Mom, give me the best orgasm I've ever had." "Will you be a good boy and clean up afterwards?" I stared at the floor, cheeks flushed red, and whispered, "Yes, I'll be a good boy and clean up afterwards." "Good, then bend over again." I did so and I felt my stepmother's finger enter my up till now virgin ass again. Mom reached around and handed me a small saucer, you know, the black porcelain type that goes with a coffee cup. My stepmother started to stroke my cock with her left hand, reaching around me, while she slowly fingered my anus. Suddenly, I felt a tingling sensation. "Wh-what was that?" I stammered. She giggled softly. "That was your G-spot, honey. Men have one too. Do you know what a G-spot is? No, of course not, you've never finger-fucked a girl. Never mind. It's your prostate, my little naughty boy. That's a gland, which is important for ejaculation. It adds seminal fluid to your sperm, which gives it that milky colour. And during the build-up of your orgasm, this fluid gets stored there. At the moment of your ejaculation, it pumps it out of your little dicky. Right now, I'm fingering it like I'd finger a clit. You wouldn't know how to do that, of course... Do you like it?" All I could do was moan softly. This truly was a fantastic sensation. My orgasm approached. Slowly yet steadily. And then I couldn't hold back anymore. I let out a yell and held out the saucer, while my stepmother pointed my throbbing cock at it. Wave after wave of hot seed squirted out, and the sensations were intensified by my step mom's massage of my prostate: she prolonged my orgasm with her rubbing. Finally it stopped. I was sweating heavily, breathing heavily, and my heart was pounding in my chest. "That... that was amazing," I stammered. She smiled her wicked smile and nodded. "I know, honey." Then she pointed at the saucer and said, "Now, be a good boy." I sighed and said, "Oh, Mom, do I have to? It's so humiliating to lick up my own come." "Honey, it got out of you, so it can also go in again. You promised to be a good boy, remember?" I swallowed and brought the saucer up to my face. I started to lap up my sperm, still utterly disliking the taste of it. It also seemed to be a lot more than usual. As if having guessed my thoughts, my stepmother commented, "More than usual, huh? Yes, that's the effect of a good prostate massage. Now, that's a good little boy. Here, give me the saucer, nice and clean. Now bend over once more, honey, I still have to get the plug in." She slid it in and said, "From now on, you will wear a butt-plug 24/7. If you have to use the bathroom, you will ask me for permission, which I will always grant. However, you need to understand that I am in control of your body now. If you have physical education, you don't have to wear a plug to school, but as soon as you come home, you'll put one in. of course, I will regularly check whether you're still wearing one, as I will also check whether you're still nice and cleanly shaven." "Mom, what's the uh, the point in wearing a butt-plug all the time?" I asked. She just smiled her bitchiest smile and whispered, "Patience is a virtue, honey." Well, proverbs aside, I wasn't happy with my new toy. I felt it continuously, and sometimes it gave me a spontaneous erection, usually at the worst possible moments. And when I thought that it couldn't get any worse, Mom entered my room again and, after making sure I was still clean cut and wearing the plug, she told me the next rule -- her words pounding me like a jackhammer. "Honey, you're nice and smooth now, and you're wearing a nice plug all the time so this is the right moment for the next rule. From now on," she paused a moment for some girlish giggles, "no more wanky-wanky." I stared at her in disbelief. She couldn't be serious. "What?!" "You heard me. No more masturbation. Once a month, on the first, I will take care of your ejaculation. But don't you dare to masturbate without my permission ever again. Do you hear me?" I nodded, beaten. I knew full well that it was pointless to resist. I had to obey. There was no other choice. No more orgasms. Then again, could it be that bad? If the one orgasm a month was one of those prostate-enhanced ones, it would be plenty of fun. So it couldn't be that bad, right? Wrong. CHAPTER II So, my stepmother had forbidden me to masturbate. Although I thought it was ridiculous, I tried to obey. And, to my amazement, it was pretty easy -- for the first few days at least. On the fifth day, I started to feel itchy, so to speak. However, I had a lot of homework to do, which kept my mind off my swollen balls. I had discovered the marvels of masturbation when I was eleven years old, and since then, not a single day had gone by without at least one orgasm. Nevertheless, I managed five days, then six. Before I knew it, nine days had passed. And then it happened. During the tenth day, my balls felt heavier than they ever had before. And they looked bigger, too. I was sure it was my mind playing tricks with me, but I knew one thing: I had to come, or I would go mad. However, if I did it in my room, my stepmother would find out. She had that perfect shit radar: whenever I was doing something that should stay hidden from her, she was suddenly behind me. So this required careful planning. I mean, if I just jerked off without her seeing it, and being careful about not making any stains anywhere, how could she know? The answer was simple: not. Right? So, I decided to do it in the shower. Quick and clean. There was no stimulating material there, but, well, there was no stimulating material anywhere at all, because Mom had destroyed my porno collection on that wicked day some weeks ago. So, on a Friday night, before I went to bed, I took a shower. I first shaved my pubic hair, and then I got in the shower. My cock was hard with anticipation already. I turned on the hot water, smiled, and started stroking. Oh, how I had missed this. I had thought it all out during the day: I wouldn't spill a single drop of sperm anywhere, because that was potential "crime scene evidence". So I would come in my hand and lick it all up. I hated it, and my stepmother had forced me to do it a couple of times, but there was no other choice. After ten days of chastity, it didn't take me long. I tried to be as quiet as I could, pointed my rock hard penis at my hand, and gave a deep, guttural, satisfied groan when spurt after spurt of hot white seed shot in my hand. I closed my eyes in bliss and massaged the last drops out of my cock, when the bathroom door opened. I couldn't believe it. There she was. Hands in her sides, an angry look on her face. "What did I tell you, honey?" I sighed and said, "Sorry, Mom, but I just couldn't do it. Christ, why should I? All guys in my class do it, for God's sake!" "Honey, they all have big cocks. And guys with big cocks can satisfy a woman. Therefore, they are allowed to play with themselves now and then. You, darling, have a pathetic little dicky, which a woman wouldn't even feel inside of her. Therefore, you cannot pleasure a woman, ergo you are not allowed to play with yourself. Is this so hard to understand?" I turned off the water and stared at the sperm in my hand. I brought it to my mouth and started to lick it up, eliciting an approving smile from my stepmother. "Well, I see you are at least picking up something. That's right, lap it up, honey. Now, as to your bad habit, we'll do something about that tomorrow. Saturday morning you and I will buy a nice solution for you, never mind. I will help you understand that your shortage of manhood is useless." And with those ominous words, she left. I mulled them over in bed, until at last I fell asleep during that hot summer's night. The morning came quickly. The Life and Times of M.X. We got in her car and drove off, after a while entering a not so nice part of town. She parked and led me to a shop called, "Sempiternal lust". The shop window displayed an impressive collection of dildos, vibrators and other sex toys. With reddened cheeks, I entered the shop. To my amazement, the gorgeous blond girl behind the counter greeted my stepmother by calling out her front name. Had she been here before? I'd never expected that. And then my stepmother spoke. "Hi, Lisa. Listen, this is my stepson, M[...]." "Hi M.," said Lisa. I managed to pull my gaze away from her perfect breasts, but it was just in time. You see, she was wearing a tight black tank-top which revealed the exact shape of her firm breasts -- and they were so beautiful: not too large, not too small, and so... firm. I mean, she wasn't wearing a bra, and her breasts were not the least bit saggy. And, due to her choice of not wearing undergarments, I had a splendid view on her hard nipples, which poked through the stretchy fabric. "H-hi," I stammered, turning even redder. My step mom spoke again, "Lisa, M. is a good boy -- generally speaking. However, lately he has some issues with... well, a leaky toy, if you get what I mean." Lisa smiled at me and said, "Well, if you lack a girlfriend, but have enough hormones for two, life can be difficult..." My stepmother sighed and said, "I know. But he has some size issues as well. Why don't you tell Lisa, honey? You know, about your little problem?" I sighed, closed my eyes, and stared at the floor when I whispered, "I have a small cock." "Speak up, honey, she can't hear you; and please be so courteous as to look her in the eyes when you address her." I clenched my teeth and said, "I-I... I have a small... cock." I looked up at Lisa. My cheeks felt like they were on fire, and my penis in fact felt smaller than it had ever felt before. Lisa smiled and said, "Well, I have the perfect solution to your problem. Well, part of problem, that is. Only surgery can mend the size issue. Please, get into that fitting room over there and take off your clothes. I'll be with you in a moment." I got in the little fitting room, closed the curtain, and took off my clothes, feeling very embarrassed. I sighed and waited. I couldn't overhear the whispered conversation between my stepmother and Lisa; all I heard was, "3000". While I was pondering the significance of that number, suddenly the curtain was yanked open. Lisa stood in the opening. Now I could see the lower part of her body as well, which had been hidden by the counter up until now. Her black tank-top revealed her navel and her taut stomach. She was wearing a tight fitting, stretchy pair of grey camouflage trousers, which showed off her beautifully curved hips. She seemed to be in her early twenties. This was one gorgeous girl alright. She giggled and said, "I see I'm beginning to turn you on. Well, we can't have that. Here, let me put this on you." She kneeled in front of me and started to fumble with my penis. I bit my lower lip, trying everything not to get a full-blown erection; the situation was humiliating enough as it was. I noticed how Lisa clipped a ring around my balls and the base of my penis. Then she rubbed some baby lotion on my penis, and shoved it in a clear, curved, plastic tube. She aligned two little rings, put a little padlock through, and snapped it shut. She got up, and stood really close to me for a moment, visiting my eyes with her beautiful green ones. She put her right hand on my chest, and softly caressed my balls with her left hand. She winked, and that was the signal for my cock to get hard. It sprang up -- and it was trapped. My penis strained against the clear plastic, but it was futile, I couldn't get an erection while wearing this thing, no matter what. And then Lisa took my hand and walked me over to my stepmother again. "I think this should do it. Whatever happens now, M. won't get this off. Only the Keyholder will be able to unlock him. Here." And Lisa gave my step-mom two small keys. "Well, honey, how do you like that? Your little dicky is safely locked away, so that you won't be able to give into temptation when it comes. And it will come, honey, it will. Now, this here is the ChasteBoy-3000, and as Lisa said, you will not be able to take it off. Only I will. As I promised, once a month I will take care of your ejaculation for you. But no more autonomous wanky-wanky for you. I warn you here and now: if I think you've done something wrong—anything—I will extend your period of chastity with a day. So from this moment on, you will obey me. Do you hear me, honey?" I nodded and said, "Yes, Mom." "Good, then get dressed." As I walked back to the fitting room, two leather-clad, presumably gay guys entered the shop and smiled at me. One of them said, "I got one of those, too. You're in for a good time, darling..." I sighed. While driving back, I could think of only two things: that damn chastity belt and that incredibly cute girl Lisa. When we got home, I walked inside, slightly awkward. It would take me some time to get used to wearing this thing. My stepmother had explained to me in the car that I still had to wear the butt-plug as well. In fact, she had bought a slightly bigger one than the one I'd been wearing up until now, while I was getting dressed. She had actually made me pull my trousers down in the shop, and had borrowed some lubricant from Lisa. While the two leather studs were watching, she inserted the plug into my rectum. Well, anyway, I now had to get used to a bigger butt-plug (this one being about two fingers wide, and slightly longer than my middle finger) and to a chastity belt (which, hurrah, I didn't have to wear when I had physical education). I had never felt so humiliated in my life as on that day. However, things were about to get worse. Even worse, that is... CHAPTER III Days passed, with me wearing a chastity belt and a pretty large butt-plug on a daily basis. One Sunday afternoon, Dad was fishing with some buddies, and my stepmother told me to come into her room. There, I was forced to strip. She smiled and commented, "Good boy, wearing your belt and plug, and shaved neatly." This shaving was quite a problem, because, when wearing the chastity belt, I couldn't shave. So every time I showered, she took the belt off and actually watched me shower. How she explained this to Dad, I don't know, but somehow she did. So she watched as I shaved myself, and how I washed. She explained that it was better not to shower with the belt on; although it was stainless steel and plastic, for matters of hygiene this option was best. Of course, being a "naughty boy", I had to be watched to make sure I didn't play with myself while showering. But anyway, on with the events of the day. My stepmother told me to close my eyes, and I complied. When she told me to open them again (I didn't have the nerve to peek, because that would only result in more days being added to my period of chastity), my eyes grew wide. Mom had a cock. Well, not a real one, of course. A leather harness around her waist kept a dildo in place, and what a dildo it was. It was so realistic, that I really had to look twice to make sure my stepmother wasn't a guy in disguise. "Honey," she said, with that devilishly innocent voice of hers, "today, you are ready to learn the next skill a little loser boy needs to master. Do you know what it is?" I shook my head. She smiled and said, "It has to do with being on your knees." I frowned and shrugged. My stepmother giggled and said, "It's... cock sucking!" I cried out, "What?! Cock sucking? Who the hell do you think I am? Or better, what do you think I am? I'm not gay!" My stepmother shook her head, "Silly boy! You don't have to be gay to suck cock. You just need to have a mouth. Come on, admit it, you've thought about sucking off another man before. You've dreamed about it: kneeling and taking that big, juicy piece of man-meat in your mouth and sucking it until hot seed squirts out." I shook my head and said, "Um... no, I haven't. Not once. Listen: I won't do this." Mom sighed and said, "Listen, honey, this is for your own good. I've told you so many times before: you have a small dicky. And boys with small dickies have only one purpose in life: to serve others. Now, I present you with a choice. You are chaste for nearly two weeks now. In fifteen more days, it'll be the first of the month, and I was planning to let you ejaculate then. But if you're going to be a bad boy, maybe I'll postpone it a couple of weeks. So what's it going to be, honey?" I sighed. And kneeled. My stepmother stepped in and said, "Now, listen, honey. I know this is difficult for you. All these years you've had to pretend you weren't turned on by cocks, but I've known it -- all along. So don't worry anymore. From today on, you may suck cock. Now, because you do not have any hands-on experience, haha, note the clever pun, there, I'll guide you through the process. What you have in front of you is a realistic six inch strap-on dildo. Of course, it's only six inches, so it's not really a 'cock'. But as you're endowed with a similarly small dicky, I ought it wise to start with this size. Okay, step one. Grasp the shaft with your right hand, yes, just like that. Now, softly stroke the balls with your left hand. Hm-hm, that's right. Now, start licking along the ridge. Maybe you remember that this is a very sensitive spot, but I don't know, it's been a while since your last orgasm, hasn't it? Haha... Yes, pay special attention to the fraenulum, you know, that sensitive little band at the base of the head: flick it with your tongue, yes, just like that! Well, now I want you to lick around the head for me. That's right, lick it. You're doing just fine. Now, a nice personal trademark: kiss the tip. Yes, go ahead, kiss it. Excellent! And now, let the head slide into your mouth. Good boy. Wow, you can take it in pretty deep already. Are you sure you haven't sucked cock before? Really? Well, then you're just a natural, honey. Excellent. Yes, move your head up and down over the shaft, but don't just bob up and down: I want you to suck that cock in deeply. Coat it with your saliva; just like that!" In the past few weeks, the term "embarrassment" had taken on a whole new meaning for me. I was shaving my manly pubic hair. I was wearing butt-plugs. I was wearing a chastity belt. I was denied orgasm. As if all of that wasn't bad enough, I was now... sucking cock. My cheeks were burning with shame. How could I have let this happen? There was no way back now. To the contrary, I entered deeper into this crap every day. I wanted to sigh in defeat, but I couldn't, because my mouth was stuffed with rubber cock. "Yes, honey, you're doing pretty good. But do you know what? Here, stop for a moment. Wow, do you see that? You've coated my cock with saliva! That's a very good boy. However, you're not sucking a lollipop, here. What I want you to do now, is take this cock in all the way. That means it'll go down your throat, therefore, we call it 'deepthroating'. Can you do that for me?" I shook my head, "No, I can't. I'm sorry, but it's too big for that, Mom." She giggled, "Nonsense, honey. Porn stars can deepthroat real cocks, eight inches, nine inch ones, maybe even bigger ones. Are you telling me you can't even take in these pathetic six inches?" What my stepmother didn't mention here, was that the problem was not just those six inches of length. Being a dildo, this thing was thicker than most cocks. Well, thicker than my own six incher, anyway. I sighed, and started to suck again. "Very good, honey. Now, pay attention. If something goes down your throat, there are two major issues. The first is a gag reflex: you'll want to gag to get the intruder out. Reflexes can't be suppressed, after all, they are involuntary reactions to external stimuli. However, you can learn to ignore and overrule reflexes. So when you get the feeling you have to gag, I want you to swallow. Swallowing will make the sensation go away. The second issue is that of choking. Even with something down your throat, you can breathe, although it seems impossible at first. The trick is to breathe through your nose. Very slowly, with a lot of attention. Then you'll be just fine. Now, let's try it, honey. Take it in deeper." I complied. I actually could take it in a little deeper than I'd been doing up until now. And then my stepmother started to make slow, controlled thrusting motions with her hips. She gently pushed the dildo farther inside my mouth. I immediately gagged, and panicked, but she grabbed my head with her hands, and whispered, "Careful, honey, remember now, if you gag, swallow. Here we go again." She thrust again, and I swallowed. To my amazement, it worked. I felt the dildo enter my throat a little bit. I nearly panicked again when I couldn't breathe, but I stayed calm and breathed through my nose. That worked as well. Farther and farther the rubber cock slid down my throat. Tears started to well in my eyes as my stepmother thrust rhythmically in and out of my throat. She smiled and said, "I know, honey, you get tears in your eyes when you deepthroat. Even I have that problem, but don't worry, you'll get used to it." She thrust in and out, and I sucked her cock. After the eternity of twenty minutes, she said, "Okay, that's enough for now, I think." Gently, she retracted the strap-on dildo from my mouth. It was dripping with saliva. My stepmother said, "The saliva from the back of your throat makes excellent lubricant, did you know that? You should remember that for future reference; it might come in handy when you and your girlfriend make out and... oh, that's right," she giggled, then continued, "you're a little boy without a girlfriend. Well, it might come in handy some day, don't you think?" I said, "nuh." I wanted to say, "no", but no words came out. I looked at my stepmother, who was getting dressed. She nearly gave me a hard-on, by the way. She wore a frilly red thong and matching bra, a short yet classy skirt and a slightly transparent white blouse. God, what a fine body for a woman her age (hey, I was eighteen, for me anyone thirty-something belonged to the elderly). My stepmother smiled and said, "Oh, I forgot to tell you that. Your throat will be sore for the rest of the day, and most likely tomorrow as well. You see, that dildo kind of forced its way in, and it may have irritated your throat a bit. Never mind, honey, it's not permanent, and, haha, you'll get used to it. I'll just write you a little note for school tomorrow, explaining why you can't speak. Why, I'll do it right away. Just a moment honey." She sat behind her desk and scribbled a note, which she then read out. "Okay, I've written this: 'Dear Sir/Madam, / Unfortunately, M. is unable to speak due to throat ache. Yesterday he gave his first blowjob. Well, to be honest, he actually sucked off a small strap-on dildo for me (and also attached to me, by the way). I think it was worth it, though: he really seems to like sucking cock. He's not gay, though, he's just learning skills to compensate for his lack of manhood. / Kind regards,' and then my name. Do you think that will do?" I stared at her in disbelief. She couldn't be serious about that. She was silent for a moment, and stared at me. And then she started to laugh. "Hahaha! Oh my God, the look on your face! No, honey, even I am not that bad. I just wrote that things were a little rough on a party we'd given. Hahaha. Did you really think I'd let you hand that in? Am I that wicked?" I was silent for a moment, smiled, and then rasped, "To be perfectly honest, Mom, yes you are." CHAPTER IV And so it went on. Every time my Dad was out, she made me suck her strap-on cock for at least fifteen minutes. I was still wearing the chastity belt, eagerly awaiting the first of August, when I would be allowed to come. I never thought I'd long for orgasm this desperately, but I did. And then, finally, it was the first, which just happened to be a Sunday this month -- Dad's fishing day. My stepmother called me, and I eagerly entered her room, a smile on my face. She was smiling too, and said, "Today's the big day, honey... You get to ejaculate today. But I don't want you to do a quick wanky-wank. I'll assist you in the process. Please undress for me. Yes, that's right. Now, please put you hands behind your back." I heard a soft click -- Mom had cuffed my hands. She took out the key to my belt and took it off. It felt great to be free. Of course, I was free during my showers, but now I knew I would come. My penis responded by immediately getting rock hard. "Well, well, your little dicky is rising to the occasion, I see! Honey, I want you to lie down flat on your stomach. Yes, that's right. Now, I'll just put this blindfold on you. Very good." I was on her bed, my penis feeling like granite. I noticed how my stepmother started to apply lubricant to my anus. She massaged my rectum very gently, which felt fantastic. I started to drift away, and focused on the pleasure. My penis went soft again, because it did not get any attention. And then, ever so slowly, her finger entered me. She let it slide in and out of me at a very slow pace. The feeling was amazing; it felt like someone was tickling me very softly from the inside. My stepmother took hold of my penis and pulled it backwards, between my legs. I felt how it touched something cold, and I startled slightly. She giggled and whispered, "Don't be afraid, honey, I just let your little boyhood rest on a saucer, so that you can be a good boy afterwards and lick up your sperm. After all, I know you love the taste of seed." I started to say, "No, I d-" but she whispered, "Shh, honey, be silent and enjoy the moment." She started to slide her finger in and out of me again. Slowly, gently, caressing. I felt a drop of precome flow from my penis, and I sighed softly. This felt great. Mom went on and on, and then she slid in a second finger. It was a tight fit at first, but she told me to relax, and that indeed helped. I was enjoying the sensual anal massage, and then I suddenly gasped. Strange sensations coursed through my body. "You like this, honey? I'm rubbing your prostate, now. You remember, I did that before while I was jacking you off. Today, however, I'll show you one of its nicer features..." It felt great -- a little strange at first, but great. The sensation I felt resembled the urge to urinate, but it was different somehow. And then my stepmother started to massage my balls very gently. I sighed as I felt another drop of precome flow from my penis. I was blindfolded, of course, but I tried to imagine what my penis would look like, now. The head was probably coated in that clear, sticky precome fluid. Slowly, my stepmother built up the pace, keeping the pressure on my prostate at a continuous high level. Now and then, I felt a drop of precome flow from my penis again. It really felt great. However, the massage went on and on, and I was getting slightly impatient. I gently wiggled my butt to make a statement, but my stepmother just kept massaging my prostate. And then, at last, after at least three quarters of an hour, she giggled and said, "Did you like that, honey?" I felt her pick up the saucer and put it on the nightstand. Then she said, "Please get up honey, it's finished." I carefully got up (being blindfolded and handcuffed doesn't really help in getting up from a soft bed, you know). Mom took off my blindfold and said, "Did you like that?" I nodded and said, "Yeah, it was amazing. I've never felt sensations like that in my life. Absolutely amazing." Mom smiled and said, "Excellent. Well, I'll just put you in your belt again." The Life and Times of M.X. "What? But you said I could come today!" "No, honey, I didn't. I said you could ejaculate today, and that's exactly what you've done." I shook my head and said, "For starters, 'to ejaculate' and 'to come' mean the same thing. And secondly, I did not ejaculate!" Mom smiled and took the saucer from her nightstand. My eyes grew wide in disbelief. "Huh? What the hell?!" She giggled girlishly and said, "I told you, honey, you were allowed to ejaculate today. I'll tell you a little secret. God exists. He created the prostate to assist women like myself in subduing little boys with small dickies. You see, the one thing men absolutely need, is orgasm. Orgasm, as violently as possible. Weren't you trying to achieve that when I caught you a while ago? You were ferociously rubbing your little clit to squirt hard and long. That's all men care for. And if that wasn't bad enough, most men have pathetically small dickies. Take you, for instance: six inches, that's useless, honey. A woman wouldn't even feel that inside of her. So you little-dicked losers just pump away, deposit your sperm, roll over, and fall asleep. Now, this is where the prostate comes in. As you know, I've kept you chaste for a long time, during which, no doubt, you longed for orgasm. And today, I've let you ejaculate. You're wrong honey, ejaculation and orgasm are not the same. By massaging the prostate, it's possible to milk a man. Your precious seed, stored in your balls for all those long days, has just dribbled out of your little dicky, and you've felt -- nothing! Hahaha! As I said, honey, God really exists. He has allowed us to control small-dicked loser boys like you!" I couldn't believe it. However, she had to be right. There was a huge amount of sticky sperm on the saucer, a lot more than I would usually shoot. Was it possible? Could men be made to dribble and give up their sperm without any form of pleasure? Well, apparently so. I sighed. "Honey, what's that? Do I see tears in your eyes?" She was right, I was about to cry. But I wouldn't give her that pleasure. I couldn't! I swallowed hard and said, "So... I suppose this is it, then? No more... no more orgasms for me?" "That's right, honey. You may have a small dick, but there's nothing wrong with your brain." I sighed. Mom smiled. And then she held up the saucer and said, "Be a good boy." I licked up my sperm, noticing what a huge amount it was. It was sticky and gooey, and the taste was still utterly to my disliking. My stepmother said, "It's more than usual, huh? Well, that's because you haven't touched your dicky for a long time. You've been a naughty boy for all these years, fondling and playing with yourself when you thought I didn't notice it. But I did. But don't worry, honey, I'll teach you how to behave like a good boy. Oh, and the copious amount may have something to do with the prostate being stimulated as well; that tends to increase the volume. Have you finished your plate? Good boy!" I said, "Mom, please... may I please masturbate? Really quick? Pretty please? I promise to make it quick, but please... I really need to come!" Mom put her hands on her hips and cocked her head. "Good boys don't play with their little dickies. But okay, for this once. But on one condition. If you masturbate now, you'll be in your belt for six weeks. And I'll time your little session. You've got five minutes to come, honey. Here, let me take off your cuffs." As soon as my hands were free, I started to jerk my cock like a madman. But whatever I did, it was to no avail. My penis didn't become erect, not even semi-erect. I jerked and jerked, but nothing happened. And then, my heart pounding in my throat, my body covered with sweat, and my arms completely numb, the countdown started. "10, 9, 8, 7, oh honey, just give up, 6, 5, you can't do it, honey, 4, 3, little dicky won't work? 2, 1 and a half, 1, 0. Sorry honey, time is up. I guess you didn't need that orgasm after all. Here, just let me lock you in your belt again. Sorry you didn't make it, honey. Well, in for six weeks now. Okay, let me slide in that big butt-plug again. Good boy. Oh and, honey, you don't have to try to masturbate after your milking next week. You see, after a man's been milked, his balls are really drained, and he can't come -- no matter what. And, what's even worse, erections are right out. Right after a milking session, your little dicky won't get hard, no matter what you do. Sorry, honey. Well, in six weeks, it's milking time again. You'd better learn to like it, honey, because you're never going to orgasm again. Ever." And with those gloomy words, she left me standing there, naked, butt-plugged, chastity-belted and defeated. CHAPTER V One by one, the days passed. I had to wait six weeks for my next milking session, and I'll tell you, every day seemed to last a month. I was so horny all the time... Admittedly, after the milking, I hadn't thought about orgasm for a couple of days, but, alas, pretty soon I started thinking like a regular teenage guy again. Hormones raged through my body, and I thought about pussy all the time. I was still wearing butt-plugs on a daily basis, and whenever my father was gone, Mom would make me suck off her strap-on dildo. And then, one day, my stepmother called me. I got in her room and stripped, knowing the drill by now. She smiled and nodded approvingly. Then she got undressed, and said, "I have a surprise for you. You've been doing so well in you cock-sucking lessons, having learned to deepthroat like a professional in such a short amount of time, that I bought you a present!" She walked over to her special locked drawer and took out a new dildo. This one looked even more realistic than the previous one, complete with veins, large balls, a head... And its major feature: it was really big and thick. I sighed. My stepmother smiled and said, "Do you like it, honey? Now that you've mastered sucking little six inch dickies, I thought it was appropriate for you to learn to suck cock -- real cock. This beauty is eight inches, and pretty wide. Lisa and I picked this one. You remember Lisa, don't you?" My cock twitched in my belt with the very thought of that gorgeous girl, who worked in the sex shop. I nodded. I watched how my stepmother strapped on the big dildo, and I kneeled. I started the by now intimately familiar procedure. First I grabbed the shaft with my right hand, and I started to stroke up and down. Then I started to caress the large balls with my left hand. I stuck out my tongue and started to lick up and down the ridge of the big monster. Mom had started to make "realistic" noises a couple of days ago, to indicate whether I was hitting the right spots, so to speak. She moaned softly as my tongue caressed the sensitive ridge. I then focused on licking the fraenulum, that sensitive band of flesh at the base of the head. I flicked my tongue over it, eliciting a deep moan from my stepmother. I really wondered why she had to do that -- it probably had something to do with making the entire experience all the more degrading for me. I started to lick around the head, and Mom whispered, "Oh yes, honey, lick it!" And then my trademark: I kissed the tip of the head, and then let it slide inside of my mouth. Mom gasped. I started to bob my head up and down, all the while sucking down hard on the realistic piece of rubber between my stepmother's legs. I tried to take it in as deeply as I could, but I just couldn't take it in all the way. After minutes of trying to fully deepthroat it, my stepmother spoke. "Come on, honey, I know you can do it. We both know that you're a little-dicked cock-slut who enjoys sucking cock more than anything on the world. So do your best. Take it in... all the way." I tried, I really tried, but I couldn't. The last one and a half inches were too much. I had practiced deepthroating with a six inch dildo up until now, and I could take in about six and a half inches from this cock, but that was it. "Now, honey, listen to me. This is an essential part of your training. I won't allow you to stop, until you've taken this cock in all the way. Here, I'll cut you a deal. If you be a good boy and deepthroat it, I'll relieve you of one week of chastity. How about that?" Well, it was a strong incentive, I had to admit. So I tried even harder. By now, my body was covered with sweat, and saliva dripped down my chin. Tears had welled in my eyes, a strange by-product of deepthroating. But no matter how hard I sucked, I couldn't do it. And then Mom said, "Okay, honey, I see you're doing your best, but it just won't work this way. Let me help you a bit." And with that, she started to thrust her hips gently. I followed her rhythm, but in the opposite direction: when she moved towards me, I let her cock slide deeper inside of my mouth. That way, I was able to squeeze in about half an inch more. If my mouth hadn't been stuffed with rubber cock, I might have cheered, humiliating as it was. And then my stepmother smiled and grabbed the sides of my head. In a fraction of a second, I understood her intentions, but it was already too late, I couldn't stop her anymore. She rammed her rubber cock all the way in by thrusting forward powerfully. I tried to pull my head free to move backwards, but she kept a firm grip on my head. I couldn't breathe and I felt the urge to gag. The tears now streamed down my face; I wasn't crying, though, it was just a side-effect of the deepthroating, as I said earlier. I suddenly remembered the advice she'd given me, 'breathe through your nose', 'swallowing will make the sensation go away'. So I swallowed, and the gag reflex was suppressed. And I breathed through my nose, and there was oxygen again. Slowly, Mom let her strap-on slide out of my mouth a bit, and then in again. Out. And in again. Out. In. "Honey! I'm so proud of you! My big cock is all the way in! I'm fucking your throat! What a good boy!" And so it went on for at least fifteen minutes. Saliva had started to dribble down my chest. And finally, Mom groaned hard and faked a male orgasm. "Aah! Ooh... ohh.. you're going to make me come, slut-boy! Oh, that's a good little cock-slut! Yes! Oh! Oh my God! Oh my fucking God! Aaaaah!" I actually had to do my best not to laugh out. Her impression of a male having an orgasm was extremely over the top, and she actually mimicked a deep, Southern trucker-type of voice. I admit it, having a big cock down your throat will help you to inhibit laughing... And then she retracted her strap-on from my mouth. I could breathe freely again. Mom smiled and said, "You're doing so well! I'm really proud of you. You're picking this up much faster than I expected. That means we can move on to the next level pretty soon. When you're able to deepthroat this cock all by yourself, I'll teach you the next skill a boy with a little dicky needs..." 'New skill?' I thought. 'What could that be? Well, it will be degrading, that's for sure...' CHAPTER VI So, I practised sucking the eight inch cock whenever I had a chance. It wasn't that I enjoyed learning it, but my stepmother just made me. After a couple of weeks, I'd managed to do it all by myself, without extra incentive from my stepmother. She smiled and praised me, while I felt humiliated. And then it was the big day of my milking again. I'd been looking forward to that for days on end, and now it was going to happen. On the first occasion Dad went fishing, my stepmother called me. I eagerly entered her room and stripped. She smiled and said, "Honey, we're going to do things a little bit different from now on. Please kneel for me. That's right, now, I'll handcuff you -- hands behind your back... Good boy. Okay, now let's take this belt off. Ah... free again! Like it, honey? And now let's take out that big butt-plug. This one is five and a half inches long and pretty thick. But it's not too big for you, huh honey? No, it's not. Now, a slightly new touch. Do you see this?" Mom stood in front of me and held up a red ball with two straps attached. I nodded. "This is called a ball-gag, honey. From now on, when I milk you, you will wear this. Here, let me put it in. Open your mouth, yes, just like that. Now, I tie the straps around your head. Good boy! A ball-gag is used to muffle someone, and you're going to need muffling, honey. Because today, I'm going to teach you a whole new skill." I closed my eyes for a moment and, if I hadn't been gagged, I would've sighed. Mom walked over to her nightstand and strapped something around her waist. She turned around, and I looked at her slightly puzzled. She was wearing her strap-on dildo, which wasn't strange. But this was the six inch one, and I'd spent the last weeks sucking off an eight inch one. Why regress to the smaller one? And, even more importantly: how the hell was I supposed to suck cock with the ball-gag in my mouth? Mom smiled and said, "The new skill I'm going to teach you, honey... ohh, I'm so excited about this! The new skill a boy with a small dicky needs to learn, is... Any ideas? No? Well, I'd better tell you then. It's butt-fucking." My eyes grew wide. She couldn't be serious! Sucking cock was bad enough, but being fucked? This was too much. I shook my head violently and tried to yell, but the gag kept me from doing that. "Now, listen honey, I know you're excited too, but you must realize one thing: if you do not cooperate, this will be a very torturous experience for you. So I suggest you stop bitching and relax, because I'm going to fuck you in the ass today, whether you like it or not. You can't run from me, honey, so you'd better relax and be a good boy." I was angry -- enraged, actually. But there was nothing I could do. I was gagged, handcuffed and naked. Running out into the street like this was not an option. I closed my eyes and bent forward, sticking my butt in the air. Mom said, "Now that's a good boy. Don't worry, honey. I've already stretched up your little ass with all those plugs, so you'll be just fine. I'll use plenty of lube, so don't you worry. Just relax and enjoy being fucked in the ass. Oh, and, from now on, it's not your ass anymore." While she was applying copious amounts of lubricant to my anus, she kept talking, "From this day forward, it will be your pussy. Yes, you have a small tight pussy, just like girls do. I mean, if you were a real man, you'd have a big cock and you wouldn't let yourself be fucked in the ass. But you're no real man: you're just a little girl with a hard little clit and a tight pussy. Do you understand me, honey?" My cheeks had flushed red, and I felt like killing someone. But I couldn't, so I just groaned "Uh-huh" trough my gag. Mom slid in a finger, and she slowly fingered my anus to make it relax. After a couple of minutes, another finger entered, which softly massaged my prostate. Yes, my prostate... how about that? I was supposed to be milked today... So what was -- My thoughts were disturbed abruptly as my stepmother placed the head of the strap-on cock against my anus. "Ready, honey?" I moaned softly. Was one ever ready to be fucked in the ass? Very slowly, the head slid in. I moaned. This dildo was thicker than the plugs I'd been wearing. And then the head retracted. And in it slid again. A little bit farther in with every slow-motion thrust. Out, in, out, in... And then it started to hurt a little. I groaned, but Mom just continued. Out, in again, out, in again. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on something else, but, with a large part of a thick six inch rubber cock up your ass, daydreaming is pretty difficult. And then I winced and groaned. "Good boy! It's all the way in. Do you like that, honey?" "Nnuuuh!" I moaned through my gag, trying to vocalise, 'no'. "I'll take that as a 'yes'," whispered Mom. She started pumping, gently, slowly -- but it still hurt like hell. Tears welled in my eyes. This was so degrading, but I wouldn't give her the pleasure to make me cry. I bit down on the gag and tried to take it as best as I could. And then, to my amazement, it started to feel nice. The dildo sort of tickled me from the inside, and I groaned softly. My stepmother grabbed my hips more firmly and said, "Here we go, honey!" And she built up the pace, sliding in faster, and with more vigour. Faster. Faster. She nearly let her cock slide all the way out, but then thrust it in again at the very last moment. And to my embarrassment, I started to moan. It really felt good! I felt a little drop forming at the tip of my penis. That explained it! She was putting pressure on my prostate with the dildo. She built up the pace even more, ramming her cock in and out of me. I groaned louder and louder; the sensations of being butt-fucked were amazing. I couldn't help myself when I started to buck my hips back, ramming the dildo in as deeply as I could. And then the first stream of seed dribbled out of my penis. I moaned. Although it wasn't nearly as great a feeling as the squirting of orgasm, the dribbling seed, combined with the cock up my ass, felt great. Mom quickly placed a black saucer under my cock to catch all of my 'boy-goo', as she called it. She fucked me for the better part of half an hour, and I enjoyed it tremendously. A huge amount of sperm had flown from my cock, and I finally felt kind of relieved. Of course, I would have preferred an orgasm, but having full balls for all those weeks wasn't exactly heaven... And then Mom stopped my vigorous butt-fucking. She retracted the rubber cock from my ass, and when the tip left my anus, a final wave of seed dribbled from my cock. Mom cleaned her dildo and stored it, then took off my gag and put the saucer in front of me. "Lick it up, honey." I bent forward, which was slightly awkward to do with my hands cuffed behind my back. I lapped up my seed, which was a copious amount. Mom put on my belt again, while I was at it, and slid in a butt-plug again. "I am so proud of you, honey! You've acted like a perfectly good girl today! You've let me fuck your tight pussy, and you came while we were at it. Well, your precious boy-goo dribbled away, more likely. But don't worry. Some boys can learn to achieve actual orgasm while being butt-fucked, maybe you're one of them... Very soon, we'll start doing this with the eight inch one, and then... it's time to put everything I've taught you into practise." She undid my cuffs and I thought, 'Into practise? I'm putting it into practise right now. What the hell is she talking about? Well, I'll guess I'll find out someday...' CHAPTER VII And so everything went on. Whenever my father was away, I would suck eight inches of realistic rubber cock. And once a month, my step mother butt-fucked me with the six inch dildo strapped around her waist. Although this happened only once a month, I had started to loosen up (of course, the continuous wearing of the butt-plug also helped), and the penetration became less and less of a nuisance. In fact, as I was completely deprived of orgasm due to the chastity belt, these anal dildo milking sessions were my only relief -- and I had started to enjoy them. One very hot summer's day, the teacher of the last class of the day was ill. A devious idea had taken shape in my mind during the lunch break. Unbeknownst to my mother, I would take my bike and race to "Sempiternal Lust", that downtown sex shop where my stepmother had bought my belt. I hoped that extremely pretty girl Lisa would be there. She was kind, and sweet, and compassionate. If I asked her whether there were any spare keys to my belt, maybe she would yield and I would be free. And so I proceeded. I raced at fast as could so as not to lose any time. And then I was there. I looked around, embarrassed, then opened the door and entered. My heart was thumping in my chest, both from my cycling effort and from excitement. I looked around.