You Are What You Eat

This time, for some unfathomable reason of her own, Big Linda forgoes her usual dramatic crashing entrance. She slips silently into my apartment, and the first thing I know of her presence is the sudden glare of the bedside lamp.

I slit my eyes, protesting, but as they adjust they once again spring wide in shocked recognition. In contrast my mouth snaps immediately shut. In the soft light, a tracing glimmer of rings and studs and stainless steel spikes gleams off a dog collar, wrist cuffs, and an oiled-leather harness.

That�s an outfit I�d recognize anywhere, and for more than its tight-fitting array of straps and buckles, or the way it cradles such massive breasts. No, this particular harness � my former home health aide and now cruel, permanent Mistress Big Linda Skrue�s harness -- sports more than just spikes and studs and strategically placed iron rings. Already jutting from the armored mound of her pubis is the focus of our mutual obsession: hers to dominate and subjugate, mine to meekly submit.�

A black rubber dildo, long and thick and elaborately ridged, curves up and out from its mounting stud just above Big Linda�s crotch at a vicious angle. Naturally I know from painful experience what she plans to do with this.

Dissatisfied with defiling only virginal young lesbians, Big Linda Skrue has recently turned to men, forcing us to confront our feminine sides even as she fervently embraces her own latent masculinity. The almost total helplessness of my spinal cord injury makes me an ideal candidate for such brutal attentions, and so a painful, humiliating rape is a virtual certainty. The only question here is how far she means to go in my subversion. Once, threatening to make me into a girl for real, she almost cut off my cock and balls!

This time there�s no knife, but that doesn�t reassure me. I cringe as Big Linda springs deliberately onto the bed, grinning wickedly. Squirming away in pathetically futile retreat, I shrink back until my head and shoulders begin to climb the heavy headboard.

Immediately she�s upon me, and without a word she starts positioning me, propping up my crippled hips with a couple of pillows, raising my knees and spreading my useless legs as wide as possible. Fumbling at her waist, Big Linda produces two matching sets of tough leather shackles. Lifting my feet high above my head, she cuffs each ankle to its corresponding wrist and loops the connecting chains high up over the bedposts.�

This procedure stretches my arms up and out, securing my legs spread high and wide above me. Meanwhile the taut chains draw my ass up, raising my hips to present my butt-hole. Whimpering with both fear and need I hang there, doubled over in my bonds like some bizarre crucifixion.

Uncomfortably contorted, split wide open and practically rolled into a ball against the unyielding headboard, I strain against the chains, flexing my arms. But with my cuffed hands connected directly to my feet, that stupid maneuver only succeeds in lifting and spreading my useless legs even more. Meanwhile the pressure of the headboard cranes my neck sharply forward, holding my head rigidly up and forcing my face deep into my splayed-out, inverted crotch. Soon that brings me eye to eye with the extraordinarily long, rapidly swelling length of my uncontrollable cock.�

Big Linda finishes locking me in place, and seeing my growing erection she reaches down and seizes it, pumping on it and taunting me with the obvious fact of my arousal.

"Look at you! What a little Slut-boy! You love everything I do to you! Don't you? You're stiffer than a railspike!"

This is the way she always is, determined to make me admit, comply; acknowledge the thralldom of my helpless desires. And despite my incredibly humiliating circumstances, despite the brutal indignities that surely await, the goad of her derision sparks the usual shameful, perverse compulsions deep inside me. Soon my traitor prick indeed points stiffly at attention, the fat purple cap only inches away from my captive face.

Momentarily satisfied Big Linda releases it, and then she squats above me, masturbating. After carefully slickening a shapely finger or two in her luscious body�s plentiful juices, she suddenly gives a growl of anticipation and moves into place.

Chained out open I can only hang there and watch as she positions herself, kneeling before my vulnerable hole and then sliding those long, lubricated fingers deep inside. Twisting and probing, spreading them apart, she gently coaxes open the sphincter and then guides her big cock in.�

Thrusting sharply forward she skewers me, and I cry out, a weird little bleat of mingled pain and pleasure. Once again Big Linda Skrue�s thick black cock is stabbing into me, penetrating my body�s most private center in a way that only women should have to endure. Yet in spite of my pain, my shame, in spite of my utter humiliation, as usual I feel my violated body respond with its own kind of reluctant sympathy.

This is how it feels to be a woman, I think: a weak, helpless little subject; forcibly entered; taken and subdued and suddenly filled by the hard spike of her violator�s need. Doubled over in my bonds, the breathless, demanding urgency of that need is rammed deliberately into me, right in my face, inches away, over and over again, and deep inside my secret soul something shamefully eager leaps up in response.

Whether psychological aberration or ancient genetic ghost, my brutal rapist puts me in touch with my need as always: forcing me to accept once and for all that whatever my mistress requires of me, I must be. The dominant, overwhelming femininity of Big Linda Skrue eclipses me, demanding conformity, demanding that I become the tender, virginal young lesbian she truly lusts for. And despite a happy, fulfilling lifetime of confident male heterosexuality, I slip easily, willingly into the required role.�

I close my eyes, and in seconds my tender, gaping asshole becomes a hungry cunt, and my swollen nipples harden and ache with arousal. I imagine myself suddenly fertile, and Big Linda�s hard cock shooting burning spurts of life up into me. Suddenly yearning for the hurt of my violation, I strain at the chains, flexing my biceps and spreading myself even wider, drawing up my shackled legs and raising my hips higher and higher to meet each of those wonderfully savage, penetrating thrusts. And still my Big Linda pounds forcefully away: jack-hammering into me like a madwoman.

Oooooooh, goddamn her! I begin moaning, groaning, even yelping out with pleasure, and the harder my mistress uses me the wider I stretch, welcoming each potent stroke of that vicious onslaught. But then suddenly my rude education in the joys and duties of womanhood begins in earnest, when something both hard and hot and yet velvety soft gently nudges against my lips.

Startled, I open my eyes, and I�m immediately confronted by a close-up, upside-down view of my own bobbing, straining, thickly swollen cock.

Gorged with blood, wrapped in angry red veins and throbbing visibly, my long, hard, achingly hot penis points directly down at my panting, moaning mouth: an insistent accusation of perverted arousal. ��

Staring uneasily at that open-eye-holed, purple-red mushroom stick, I lick my lips, almost unconsciously; then I raise my reluctant gaze. Past Big Linda�s own plunging cock and pistoning hips, past the jiggling weight of her gigantic breasts, I finally peer up into her sneering face. I know what she expects of me here, and I�m not disappointed.

�Do it, Slut-boy!� she shouts down at me. �You know you want to! Do it now, damn you! You suck that fucking cock like a good little sissy-slut, or so help me god, I�ll whip you bloody and then jerk it off right into your stupid face! You know I will!�

And of course I do. By now I know better than to even dream of challenging the will of Big Linda Skrue. So I strain my arms even more, drawing up the taut chains and raising my hips that last necessary inch or so. Then, with only a moment�s hesitation, I take my throbbing, burning cock into my very own mouth.

My lips can barely reach it, slipping just over the sensitive plum of the head to clamp down onto the pulsating shaft. Nevertheless I obey the implicit command in B�Linda�s nod and glare and start swirling it with my tongue, exploring exciting new tastes and textures even as I wildly stimulate that soft, bulbous head.

Soon I�m finding it good, from both sides of the coin, and I start attacking that hot cock like a living lollipop. First I use my slippery lips and tongue to worry it relentlessly around and around and around, then I plunge it deeper and start pulling and pulling and pulling with my cheeks, sucking and slurping and swallowing and making wet, cock-sloppy love to myself like a world-class champion dick-sucker.

Oh, man, what on Earth�s happening to me? Grunting and groaning, slavering involuntarily I suckle myself, unable to stop. My lips and cheeks purse rhythmically, tirelessly. As usual, those cheeks burn hot with shame, so flushed with blood that my scalp tingles as well, until finally I�m dizzy with ecstasy, almost swooning with the horrible, guilty pleasure of auto-fellatio.

Surely, indulging in this forbidden joy damns me forever as a man. Yet for now I don�t even care. I�ve got a hot, tasty mouthful of cock, and as a willingly transformed honorary female I can�t resist the delicious, incredible sensations of servicing someone�s dangerously hard and horny penis with my most intimate orifice. After all, I�ve never been fucked in the face before, and fucked I now most definitely am.

As I eagerly, enthusiastically suckle myself, Big Linda�s constant, plunging anal rhythm continues to rock my body, nudging that fat purple cap deliciously in and out and in and out of my tightly pursed lips: giving me and getting me the ultimate blow-job of a lifetime. Whimpering, moaning with joy, I fall even more recklessly in love with this wonderful new pleasure with every passing stroke.

I can�t believe it! If only I�d been chained up like this before! I�d�ve given anything. Delighted with my good fortune I suck harder, harder, my hot cock slipping and throbbing in my mouth, and soon I can taste my body�s own sweet pre-come, gradually bleeding out from the oozing tip to reward my laboring tongue. Of course I eagerly suck it up, smacking and slurping and loving it, feeding like the lowest slutty come-funnel on my very first seminal ingestion.

Surely my eyes gleam with appreciation, even as the heat of my shame doubles in my burning cheeks and my head once again swims giddily with arousal. Then I don�t know if the signs of my gladly eating myself are apparent or what, but suddenly Big Linda Skrue snarls in vindication, and she drops forward, catching the headboard with her hands and dangling her mammoth tits above me.

Stabbing her long, hard staff brutally up into me, she buries it to the hilt in my hole and uses it to lever my ass even higher in the air, further contorting my body and forcing my stiffly swollen cock at least halfway down my now suddenly uncomfortably filled throat. Then Big Bad Linda balances herself there on palms and toes and starts slamming her body down, pounding into my upraised asshole like a pile driver.

Ah, mercy! Over and over and over again her thick black dick bludgeons into me, a relentlessly escalating assault. And every ass-stabbing thrust pounds my tasty male member deeper and deeper down my own soft, wet, semi-willing gullet. ��

Unbelievable. The two pricks fuck me in rhythmic unison; and between the hard one brutally rocking and rolling and reaming me out and the hot, throbbing one sliding deliciously through my thick-slippery lips, my jiggling balls tingle wildly, warning of an upcoming uncontrollable orgasm.

Still I stretch myself wider, taking both deeper, deeper, slobbering uncontrollably, gagging and sucking and strangling on my own hot meat. Still the guilty flush of my arousal shames my skewered face; and with a big hard dildo coring me out and the soft head of my own hot cock rubbing urgently against the back of my throat, I finally once again raise my eyes from the bouncing, flopping spectacle of Big Linda�s heavy breasts to meet the fevered glare of her gas-light blue-eyed gaze.

Exalted by the sight of me choking on my own meat -- ample evidence of the supreme power she wields over me -- Big Linda�s lovely sapphire eyes are ablaze with passion. The sight of her violent transport is as contagious as always, and this is what finally sets me off.

I stop flexing and jerk back, collapsing in my bonds a bare fraction of a second before my spasming cock ejaculates. Held in place by the headboard, there�s nowhere for me to turn in my anxious ecstasy but uselessly back and forth, waiting an eternity in that one split-second of delicious dread. And then of course the inevitable happens. Purple-red and pulsing, trailing ropy wet strings of saliva and pre-come, my hugely distended prick leaps shuddering from my lips to pump thick, hot splatters of semen directly into my helpless face.�

Ahhh, goddess! Gobbet after hot, creamy gobbet spurts forcefully out of me, slapping against my lips and chin and cheeks, soaking me and filling my nostrils with the bland, spermy odor of spunk. Gasping for breath in the sudden stench, I even feel salty drops of it land on my tongue, and I shudder uncontrollably. My complete, utter degradation is mind-bogglingly extreme, and so of course my explosive orgasm never felt so good.

As hot, thick clots of my come leap and splat against my very own face, slowly dribbling and running all over me, Big Linda screams in vindicated triumph, reveling in my incredibly comprehensive defilement. Then, with a snarl of savage exultation, she grabs my hair. Holding my head tightly in one place, she delivers a final succession of especially deep, painfully grinding thrusts -- powerfully rotating penetrations that use my own half-hard, sticky-wet cock to smear the thick come in and around and all over my humiliated, hotly burning features. Then at last she pushes contemptuously away from me: sliding out of my terribly aching ass and climbing off the bed.

Leaving me chained there, my arms and legs spread high and wide above me and my own come smeared and dripping down my face, Big Linda Skrue sits in my unoccupied wheelchair and lights up a cigarette. ��

Ignoring my groveling pleas for release, she sits there and smokes, eyeing me coolly. But finally she finishes, stubbing out the butt and returning to the bed. She leans over me, and without a word she begins slowly licking me off, her warm wet tongue ignoring my lips and cheeks and chin and instead patiently scouring the limp, dangling length of my cock.�

Leaving most of my load to dry into a humiliating, incriminating glaze on my face, Big Mistress Linda cleans my penis professionally, taking her time to milk me of any leftovers.

Naturally her tongue is much more educated than mine, and soon her attentions have me twitching and swelling and growing hard. Still she works me, licking and pumping and rubbing and sucking on my resilient prick and balls until I�m once again eye-to-eye with a fully erect penis. Then she abruptly forces it back into my mouth and re-positions herself before my gaping hole.�

Looking down at me, Big Linda Skrue smiles cruelly, and says, �That was pretty good, Cocksucker. I like the way you look with a stinking hot load splattered all over your stupid face. But I think a slutty little cocksucker like you ought to learn to eat that filthy come, so we�re going to do it again, for as long as it takes you to get off. And this time you�re going to swallow it. Get it, Slut-boy? Every... last... drop!��

And with that Big Linda rears back and then plunges it into me again.

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