Breaking in a Toy — 13
#13 of Breaking in a Toy
I spit Jesse's cum out onto his face and naked chest. The wounds on his back were now a week old and I'd decided to treat them after our session, actually expending medical supplies for my toy. I had plans for him, I needed him to be able to survive these plans.
He came a surprising amount when I dominated his pretty little pink cock, and I know he didn't want to show how much he enjoyed it but I'd had him squirming with pleasure, bucking gently into my face when he climaxed. I collected the rest of my salvia and what cum residue was left in my mouth into a spitball and spat on him again. "Pathetic." I habitually remarked. He had the will to look ashamed and slightly recalcitrant in the fact that he'd came unwillingly. But the blush, the taste of his deercum in my mouth was enough to inform he enjoyed it, even if he didn't want to.
I'd been itching for something to happen. I couldn't just keep a toy. I needed to break it -- I wanted to watch it stop working. I'd been like this since I was young. But I could be patient. There will still a few things I'd wanted to do.
I needed him to survive my plans to be killed later. At first, when I'd taken him I'd gotten all starry eyed about all thing things I could do with him if kept him for years but I realized... I just couldn't do that. I needed to watch it stop working. Jesse didn't have very much time left.
I decided to make it worth it. Every day this week had been essentially a brutal rape session, his asshole raw and pink and occasionally bleeding from it, and now sore I imagine. I'd turned my attention to the mingling of his cock and my holes for the time being.
I nudged his cock a little more, provoking it provacatively to a procreative pillar stance. I put my hands on his shoulders, straddling him as I wrapped either leg around him on my bed, and eventually raised his naked body as I folded my feed underneath his asscheeks. His cock was semi flaccid, but I was wet enough for it to slide right in with a little bit of an skillful maneuver. His cock was pressed against my wet lips, and pushed a little bit more until it sat it inside me.
I looked down at his pitiful face, "You're going to cum again. Like it or not," my face got closer to his, "though I know you secretly like it."
His cock was surrounded by my folds and I felt his member demurely refill itself with blood, slowly at first, but it was an instinctual, animal, reproductive sort of hard-on. It in no way filled me up. I've had male partners who had exceeded me in size, both in height and cock length and Jesse would never, ever be able to compete with how I've been filled. Jesse satisfied me when he had his cock in my holes in a less sexual way. He certainly exceeded past partners when it came to how happy I'd been with him.
Nothing beats your own personal rapetoy. My hips began to bob up and down, an at-ease gyration forming in the space between me and Jesse, filled by my innie and his outie. His hands were at his sides, and he wasn't making any resistant motion, such as pushing me away.
I'd had him trained enough to stare into my eyes, and I could feel that he was here with me, with his cock in my pussy, and with me dominating him and nowhere else. They bored little holes into me, sweet holes, like donut holes. I liked it when they had to deal with me at an eye-to-eye, you're-being-dominated-and-I-don't-care-what-you-have-to-say-about-it kind of level. I felt him exit and enter and exit and enter me beneath him. His face was scrunching up with forced pleasure, and I continued to make him feel it. I put my weight on his torso with my open hands, his body and fur instinctually flinching away for a hair of a second, then the flesh almost but not quite relaxing as it accepted my hand. The mark of something broken.
I moaned a little, I got wet, my cock flopped up and down with each gyration and dripped onto his chest little bit beads that soaked into his fur. All in all it was an arousing experience.
It took longer than I would've liked it to take, but the up and down reached a burning crescendo. Just like his entire erection was based on instinct, his stifled grunts and barely-held-back thrusts were as well. I was cummiming, but I want going to stop bobbing until he did.
My cock throbbed. The pink mass of erogeneous flesh that was attached to me began to vomit up cum. My pussy was an crackling fire where the wood had warped and lurched, sending up a plume of sparks that dissipated into the air. Liquid leaked down over him. His chest was plastered in my cum.
Still I persevered, past the point of oversensitivity into the realm of I'm-gonna-fuckin-explode, where I was bobbing in an irrational rhythm, making desparate facial expressions and clenching in an odd time signature. I could feel him throb once, twice inside of me.
It was a battle to get him to orgasm and I won. A cock so young... It takes training to be able to orgasm several times in one day.
His second orgasm dripped out of me, the weak, translucently pale white fluid gooing it's way over his defeated genetalia as I rose from his body. A hand of mine reached beneath me, finding all the smeary dreary liquid between my ass and my cock, the place where a perineum was missing, and collected a bit.
I like smearing things on people's faces. Jesse often is a recipient of this strange desire as he is with all my desires. He didn't fight it, a wet mark of my own fluid and his residue appearing suddenly on his left cheek.
I patted him on this cheek. "Good boy. We're going one more time." I wanted to get the most out of his little cock.
"Yes ma'am," came the obedient reply. Some lube was squirted on a hand, and I sat up in my bed against the headboard, pulling Jesse against me with a firm, unyielding arm. His cock had shrunk back to flaccidity.
Round three. Fight!
His hands remained out of the way as I did what I want to him, and I told him "Wow, Jesse. You've really turned into to quite the submissive toy. I'm really proud of you." Allotted rewards in a gentle tone. See Skinner. Not like there's any goal of long lasting mental health, but it's fun to toy with in in the meanwhile.
"Thank you ma'am." He didn't sound to thankful. Eh, didn't matter, I tried. His head was buried between my tits.
Again, I began the process. My fingers clenched around his flaccid cock, and began a gentle up and down with the natural and artificial lube I provided, facilitating the manual genital stimulation. I curled the motions upwards, and I wasn't given much space to work with as his cock was still deflated. But still I worked and soon I was given fruits.
He was coming to an erection, a difficult to please, difficult to maintain erection. But it was working and I was given more workspace. The jacking off motions became longer, more complex. I was creating hotspots where I applied pressure to the cock, and I was formulating patterns. Generally at a high speed tempo -- from experience, the flesh that's spongy-and-bruised will not relent to an easy pace. You must defeat it with gusto. You must Sun-Tsu the living shit out of it.
I was Sun-Tsu-ing the living shit out of Jesse's little cock. It was working, I believed, his erection coming to a rock hard state, and the squirming beginning again. He wasn't straining against my arm, but definitely wiggling around underneath it. My head peered over his own head to look at the work I was doing. I could see that my hand completely swallowed his cock, giving me control from all possible sides and angles. I felt like the fucking War Goddess of the bedroom. It was a strange feeling albeit a pleasant one.
Moaning, small here-and-there moans eking out from the boy beneath me. I picked up the pace, the cock-trot picking up to a gallop, violently beating his meat like a baker would unkneaded dough. Bucking. Yes that's what I want to feel. I gave his cock positive feedback, with repetitive patterns of pleasure.
More bucking, temperature rising, the room smelt of sex and sweat and of naked bodies and everything they come with. The Mercury was expanding inside of the small vessel. The veins were filled with blood. There was no turning back for the small boy as I forced his third orgasm in the space of an hour on him.
It came. Reluctantly, recalcitrantly, like an unruly toddler, it came. It was a small amount, but very explosive, and he was whining and husking beneath me as I saw the only real squirt of jizz land on his face, the rest just small droplets.
He was soaked in cum, from face to thighs, he was a dripping mess. I scooped up some of my cum from his chest and shoved my fingers into his mouth, making him suckle on our combined juices. "That's a good boy". He sucked on my fingers, licking the cum from them until I pulled them out.
He breathe against me, and I looked down at his cock. It had shriveled up like a frightened caterpillar and retreated into a small, compact form, even smaller than normal. So babyish and precious.
Can't wait to cut those parts off, I thought with an insidious grin.
Authors note: I had fun with this chapter, I hope you can hear it in the prose. Chapter 14 is being worked on! I don't have WiFi or service so whenever I'm out in public with enough time to spare to upload I will~
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