Cock is My God Chapter 2
So here is the continuing saga of the feline sissy slut being inducted into his true cocksucking self. Now the story diverges from the source but still I hope you enjoy this little twisted fantasy. Do remember its a fantasy, and reality is a feminine dog that enjoys kicking you in the teeth. Enjoy
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A sissy was led into a small medical center in the facility. There a sissy would undergo fitting for a sissy's new life. The headphones were still continuing to drill into a sissy's head what a sissy's purpose was. Demeaning and degrading any further thoughts of a sissy as a person. A Man, a Polar bear there released His cock from within its denim folds which a sissy nursed while my flesh was further tormented. Both nipples were ringed, as was my nose to make further sensitive to punishing pinches. When the tools for that procedure were removed the bear took out a solid clear silicone chastity cage. He then slid rings and that plastic cylinder snugly around my sissy cock so that the entire organ was sealed away from the outside world with only a small hole for fluid release. "The only Cocks sissies get to play with, are those attached to Men." He then locked this chastity cage with steel locks and spot-welded them. My dick was now completely unavailable for my own pleasure. "The only erections a sissy gets to have, belong to Real Men's Cocks." Throughout the chastity, I remained focused on pleasuring Cock and kept my jaws apart as I began to cry into an Erection from these final words. "The only orgasms a sissy gets are those of other Men."
All while focusing on a Man's cock a sissy was unable to notice two important things: there was another sissy in the room (belonging to the lion species) who apparently had just undergone the same process. And the cylinder encasing my dick (and likewise with every other sissy in the house) was constructed in such a way that later it would be able to have current flow through it.
Again through the headphones, The Voice put us further in our place. "What Sissies have between their legs are nothing more but sissy cunts." True it continued to tell us what sissies had looked like a dick, but it was as far from a dick like the moon was far from the earth, a sissy would never be satisfied from a sissy cunt. Occasionally a Man would belittle or tease referencing our sissy cocks, but a sissy would always know the truth, that the what the sissy had was a slit that was Man's property.
The kitty sissy and a lion sissy had their arms bound behind their backs. Then the sissies' legs were tied and held back to the sissy's buttocks. The sissies were forced down onto their sides, crotches to each other's mouth and face. Ring gags were forced into sissy mouths to keep them open and sissy cunts fitted into the mouth holes. Straps held the sissy heads to the hips and there sissies were left to stew.
The voice in my head continued teaching the sissies how much a sissy needed cock. There was a cockhead no a sissy cock right inside me now, oozing its precum. A sissy wouldn't be content with this but it was better than nothing. Better than being a waste of space, worse than trash. Yet there was little that a sissy's tongue could do. The sissy cunt was covered over. While the warmth of a sissy's mouth reached the trapped sissy cunt, there wasn't much that a sissy tongue could touch. However there was the little gap that allowed free access to the sissy slit and with a little effort, the sissy glans. If a sissy stretched its tongue around it could graze the very top of another sissy's cunt top. A sissy couldn't help oneself, a sissy needed to taste a crotch, cock or sissy cunt. The other sissy moaned and his sissy cunt started to swell as much as the cage allowed him. A sissy began to tend to what it had in its mouth.
The lion sissy reciprocated in kind whether out of revenge or cock hunger, it didn't matter or care. This was all intended by the Men here to deepen the sissy instincts within the sissy. As the sissies struggled in pain and frustration, the torture made our desire for Cock and our desire to cum even stronger.
To make this retelling go more smoothly, a sissy shall refer to its feline self by the normal pronouns though a sissy is uncomfortable with this. The sense of self had been broken a long time ago. The word I was for Real Men not for a sissy. So I had no idea how long or even cared this torment of the sissy cunt lasted. Time was a torment to a sissy so thoughts of time were blocked out by one However from the fact that the sissies were periodically given water it must have been a while. What was strange was the water because it tasted like there was more to it. The fact that the sissies were given no solid food or didn't need to take care of waste was an even further clue. There must have been nutrients of some kind in the water because we were never given solid food either. Our health was constantly checked for any negative change. The Man's Voice continually drilled into my skull, sinking in with the hunger, humiliation, and submission that were now branded into my brain.
Eventually we were separated. I was led into another room and some sort of liquid was applied to the headphones. Then the headphones were removed, along with His Voice. But by this time, He was eternally inside my head to stay. I would forever be hearing Him reminding me of my status as a cocksucking sissy. It would be the mental grip grinding a sissy's face to the Cock forever.
We were separated and a leash was attached to the sissy's neck. I was led on all fours like the slut I was down a series of hallways following a Skunk Man's bare feet. We passed a sissy clock, this time a squirrel. Its ass was painfully spread from the dildo of the minutes in its ass. It cried out as we passed, "The time is 11:55, SIR!" The Man chuckled at the clock and led me into the deeper into the facility, into the pens of the sissies.
It was a large room with several corridors leading off the sides. He pulled me down the third corridor on the right and into the eighth room on the right of that corridor.
The room was dimly lit casting strange shadows along the walls. On each of the side walls a metal ring bore a chain that was attached to the dick enclosure of a sissy. At the Skunk's entrance the sissies started to crawl toward the Man's prick, mouths open and drooling. They moaned and sighed for the chance to worship the only Cock in the room. The third wall, opposite the entrance, held the only empty ring. It would be where I would be held.
In the center of the room was a monstrous Phallus of what could only be some sort of metal. A spotlight, the only illumination in the room shone down on this massive rock-hard Dick. It was larger than a bottle of addictive alcohol and as thick. Its head to shaft was so that even a sissy's two hands couldn't wrap around It. The lighting made this Cock among Cocks the inevitable focus of every sissy in the room. From Its slit flowed a slow flow of water. The chains of the sissies allowed them to just reach the Phallus, I knew this because one of the sissies had been gently licking up the water from Its shaft when we entered. The Man tilted His head toward the Phallus and sneered. "A sissy drinks from there. It's not just water. It contains vitamins and nutrients that aren't in Our cum and pre. Making all the diet a sissy needs."
The Phallus suddenly ejaculated, streams of water shooting up into the air and back down all over the shaft. The dick acted like a real dick as well with every inch flowing and rippling as if it was truly a real Cock. The two sissies crawled quickly to the fountain and both moaned at the abundance of fluid as they sucked the Prick dry. "Yeah, it shoots every few minutes. Randomly set. Then a sissy can really quench its thirst."
He led me to that back wall and attached the chain. I was now just another cocksucking sissy in the compound. A fellow worshipper of Cock now in paradise.
"Some basic rules, bitch. There will be no conversation at all. Every room has a microphone so don't even try or even think; it will just piss Us off. Then We'll show you what a sissy should really be doing with its mouth. Only speak to answer a Man's question if at all." A sissy was then pushed down further.
"Don't ever fucking stand. A sissy's head should never be higher than a Man's Dick or asshole. Sissies are the lowest of the low." The skunk said
"A Man can unleash a sissy and take it where He wants within the compound. When He is done, the sissy might not go back to the same room from which it started. Wherever it ends up is its new home until a Man leashes it again. So don't get connected to this spot or these other sissies. The only connection a sissy has is to Cock. The only thing that matters to a sissy is the Cock"
He opened His pants and His beautiful semi-erect Cock hit my face. Waves of delicious musk curled around my nose. "Show Me some gratitude, sissy." He called out to the other chained sissies, "And I want a slutmouth cleaning each of My feet while I feed this bitch." They, a mouse and a different lion quickly scurried over and moaned at the taste of His bare feet that possessed its own splendorous flavor. The floors of the compound were cleaned and treated to prevent infections and Men groomed themselves before entering the facility. Sissies' physical health did, at least matter to the Men. He lifted his feet, one at a time, and that foot's worshipper slid underneath to clean His soles. He then stepped on their faces grinding into the noses and cheeks as I continued worshiping His Cock.
He grabbed the back of my head and fucked my face. I had to pace my breathing to His strokes as He essentially used my head to jack off His Meat. Occasionally he thrust forward, reaching deep into my throat. His strokes increased in power and speed as He shot his delicious Seed into my mouth and throat. He then smeared the remnants of cum on my cocksucking face after He pulled out of my mouth that done he walked out of the room.
As He left He stuck His head in to speak. "Oh, yeah, sissy, I almost forgot. Look down at the wall under the ring." A sissy did so and saw a hole just sized for its sissy cunt. That sissy piss and you better make sure all your piss goes in that or Else." The skunk gave another sadistic chuckle and He left.
I realized that up until now, I had not relieved my bladder. So I went to do so, positioning my worthless joke of a cock into the hole. What followed after was the worst. Some sort of clamp seized my cunt in place leading me to struggle trying to pull out to no use. Then something flicked across my cockhead. At first it was so quick that I barely even noticed. Then came the burning across my slit, it was some sort of compound and what it did was completely empty my bladder. I'm not kidding, my urine came streaming out like a river, and at the same time sucked away by some sort of tubing. After that a powerful stream of cleaning fluid jetted at the open space in that chastity cage. The fluid couldn't be anything else because after it completely scoured my cockhead and tube in cold stinging, a sissy never felt so clean. Then the clamp released me and I collapsed to the floor whimpering.
I felt empty inside, shaken by the realization that this was the first of an eternity of unknown and unknowable Men that were going to use me ... no, to use a chained sissy cocksucker, one of god-knows-how-many however they wanted. I felt worthless, replaceable and unimportant. His Voice reminded me as an echo. "A sissy exists simply to service and pleasure Men."
But along with this emptiness was an overwhelming sense of peace and contentment. There was no sense of time, no sense of any distraction from Cock. The only stress that came was from the service of Cock but even that was a pleasure compared to the mundane existence of the life society said one should have. Here there were sissies and there was Cock. And that was all that was needed nothing more, nothing less.
The metal Phallus ejaculated again in all its realistic glory and three sissies rushed forward to attempt to quench their insatiable thirst. Their thirst for Cock.
And that was the start of the "routine" of life as a sissy cocksucker.
From that point on it would be damn near impossible to explain life at that point. There was this endless flow of "now" ... time just fucking stopped. I have no idea how many days, weeks, months or years went by because there was no way for a sissy to keep track. It's nearly impossible to transcribe things in order because there was no milestone by which to remember what happened when. The facility kept no calendars in sight of a sissy and the only timekeeping piece was the sissy clock in the hall. Yet even that gave no assistance when a sissy had no idea if night or day was outside. The best I can do is to describe what life was like during that period and the highlights of those experiences.
There were no meals in the normal sense; our meat and bread was cum, pre, and our drink was the fortified water of the metal Phalluses. Yes, there was a Phallus in every room, all identical: huge metal Cocks providing sissies' nourishment. There were no rest periods; we all seemed to fall into many light naps throughout the day/night. The Men used this to their advantage. They must have been watching us every second because whenever a sissy dropped deep enough to dream (always, always about cock), he was forcefully awakened to serve. A dream of cock shifting to a reality of cock, with little transition between broke our sense of reality to the Men's will. It's probably that lack of deep sleep that created such a sense of submissive stupor. We were all weakened mentally into a state of compliance with any and all orders to serve Cock. We were very willing Cockslaves. I never saw or heard of any sissies rebelling or wanting to leave; there was nowhere we'd rather be, even then there was no where else to go. Maybe it was just an effective application of the Stockholm Syndrome, because we were all worshipful of our Captors and Masters.
There was no routine, no repetition, no rhyme or reason at times. Sure, there were Cocks that were serviced more than once, but there was no way to tell the passage of time by this. Was it a week ago i had serviced this Cock? Or was it only a few hours ago? There was no fucking way to know. And there was no reason to care.
There were many special rooms in the compound into which a Man led one or more of us for use. One of the more commonly used was "the den". There were a few recliners, couches, and a TV there. There was a refrigerator in the corner always stocked full of what Men want. Men would often come by, toss some beer in the fridge, and use a sissy to worship Them as they watched regular straight porn on TV. One time a sissy (this sissy) was lucky enough to be pulled in there by a group of frat boys watching a college football game. They wanted a servant to fetch them beers and to suck their cocks to relieve the fever from the high stakes they watched. A sissy had one of the many compounds available to match a sissy to the wishes of Men. In this case a mixture that raised voice pitch to that of a true bitch. Hours of cumload after cumload, each one thanked for in the most depraved and degrading voice. "Thank You so much, Lord, for Your delicious cum." "Sir, Your sissy is so grateful for Your nourishment." The laughs for them just kept on coming.
Another time a sissy was led there by a Panda Man with His son. The son had apparently just turned 18 and they were celebrating by showing him what Men did with sissies. Each of them were serviced several times and all their pre and seed were happily swallowed by a "perverted cuntface".
It was especially wonderful when being used by more than one Man, being passed around like a toy, like a sleeve used only for one's pleasure. One time a table was in the den and a sissy was blessed with the opportunity to crawl under and service. For at the time it was a poker tournament. The winners gained the sissies of the losers to service him all at once during each round.
There was also a series of simple bedrooms within the complex. Sometimes a Man just wanted to lie down to be worshipped or to fuck a sissy in bed. One time a sissy was tied here face up on the bed, my head hanging over the side and a group of 4 orca bulls took turns throat-raping me. My face was thickly covered with what seemed to be bucketfuls of hot steamy white cum when it was over and I was not given permission to wash for a long long while. The lingering scent of before I could wash made me wild.
From time to time (again, there was no way to know how much time passed between events), sissies were milked so our prostates could release some fluid. A sissy didn't necessarily look forward to this event. In fact a sissy often dreaded it.
A random but always even number of sissies were always stationed in the milking room. Half of the sissies were bound standing spread-eagle stretched in circular frames that hung from the ceiling. Plastic round facial masks strapped around our snouts. Beneath each of us was a mechanical dildo of the most malicious construction, they had it all or combinations, rotating beads, electrical contacts, vibration, stimulatory spikes, or temperature ribs with dildos replaced every so often preventing sissies getting used to a particular toy. They would slowly slide up and down inside our holes utilizing their devilish additional features at the lowest power. These tubes joggled back and forth like madmen which added to the incredible sensations we experienced.
The other half of us were positioned kneeling ring gagged and strapped, one in front of each of the spread-eagle sissies. Our job was to lick up and swallow the release from the milking. Where we knelt had radiating heat coming from below, making the kneeling sissies sweaty and needy. There is no way to measure which position was the crueler fate.
The pace and pulse of the fuck machines could vary, but normally it was maddeningly slow, not enough to get off but only enough to make sissy cunt weep uncontrollably and constantly. A sissy could spend hours, days, even weeks in this state of near-orgasm without ever doing more than continually churning out a slow drip of worthless bitch pre and never experiencing the pleasure of release. To look down was to be further frustrated by seeing a cocksucker's mouth sucking up one's prick drool without providing one more than the suggestion of pleasure. In fact in the kneeling sissies eyes was only resentment on the hangings' miserliness in their pre. A sissy, every sissy, often cried during the experience.
And there were the lickers, unable to provide orgasmic release to the cunts straining in front of our faces. Only able to suck up the pre from a permanently caged prick. Having only that to relieve the thirst from the rising heat from below. It was a room of endless frustration.
Sometimes a Man would enter the room, and that would be a time we prayed for and feared. Often He might just sit in the back, having dragged in His own cocksucking sissy and getting blown watching our torment. His presence, His orgasm, would often make us sob. For it was then a sissy's situation both hanging and kneeling got worse.
Just like with the sissy clock in the hallway, sensors responded a Man's presence was in front of one of us milked sissies. As long as He stood there, the pulse and pace of the dildo increased and a sissy could truly be machine-fucked. To the kneeling sissy a special vent aimed at the sissy cunt began to blow. In its gust however was a special irritant, and the kneeling sissy ended up with a itchy swelling dick. Many a kneeling sissy often jerked and shuddered from the tingling torment between their legs, unable to attend to it with arms behind their backs and kneeling legs spread wide. Men took advantage of this and would bitchslap, pinch, or work over a sissy's flesh, knowing we would beg for more just to keep Him standing there so the fucking would continue. We were cleverly being trained to become fucking lovers of abuse, associating pleasure with pain, making them one and the same, knowing that one would soon follow the other. After awhile, whenever a Man bitchsmacked me, even if I wasn't being milked, my sissy cunt would swell and drool. We eventually begged for abuse from any Man at any time -- the crueler, the better. Of course never to the point of requiring medical attention, the Men were never that stupid.
Imagine the power these Men had -- to walk into a room of sissies and have us all pleading to suffer for His enjoyment. "Please, Lord, whip this worthless sissy for hours" ... "God, this cuntfaced whore would love to be slapped by You again" ... "Sir, please show a cocksucker what its nipples are good for." Men often came here to release Their frustrations for as much as they could.
Rarely but it did happen, a sissy actually orgasmed from the experience of being milked. There was no punishment for this and it became the carrot at the end of a very long stick. Yet it was a dry carrot, for spewing one's seed from a locked up cock didn't relieve a sissy, on the contrary, it just made a sissy hornier. Making orgasm possible but damn fucking unlikely was far crueler than denying it altogether.
And then there was the "fucking room." It was another place where a sissy's orgasm was nearly, but not quite, impossible. From time to time but to a sissy there was no way to tell a sissy would be stationed here. Each wall held a different positioning for sissies. Along the back wall sissies were shackled spread-eagle straight along the floor and wall in specially body matching material. Men just fucked to Their hearts' content. A sissy rarely got to see who was fucking it in this position, but it was the most intimate of the three. When stationed here, a sissy could at least feel a Man's body against it and have His sweat on its flesh, a man's balls slapping against a pitiful sissy sack. A sissy's cunt was taken care of as holes in the walls and floor led to sleeves that held the sissy cunts, with a slow delightful buzz around the sissy cunt. It was often very relaxing and therapeutic to an abused sissy dick. If a sissy could have any personal thoughts then it was that this was its favorite position of the three.
Next to that wall were a series of chains and rubber slings hanging from the ceiling. Sissies were hung by our wrists and ankles, which were locked together to completely expose our fuckholes. Our backs or stomachs rested on the sling to support our weight. Here we got to see our Fuckers unless we were screwed from behind. When a Man entered the room, He would often demand we beg for His Meat, the honor to be taken in our shamefully lacking holes. We were gagged though, a bright cherry red orb of rubber, so the only way to beg was by using the muscles in our holes to make them open and close, to pout ... there seemed to be no limit to the degenerate ways we tried to make our fuckholes desirable. Sometimes a Man would come and sit watching us beg harder and harder for what seemed like hours. I could never be compete with the other more experienced sissies and would often spend what felt like days here in constant frustration.
Once there were a group of Men in the fucking room and I was "lucky" enough to be positioned here. The Men enjoyed a fun game. Each would enter me once, sliding all the way down my hole to their hilts. Then He'd back away and fuck another hole to orgasm. For god-knows-how-long, I was just given a single stroke of Cock at a time. The Man who made me sob was the winner. There were many winners that night. My cunt's tears pooled on my belly and fell into the rubber sling all through the night.
Opposite that wall were "the benches". A bench was waist high and we were positioned here bent over the bench so our fuckholes were wide open and available, legs spread apart so that there was no way to close our holes. Our upper bodies were tied down and covered with a dark cloth so there was nothing but fuckhole visible to the Men in the room. Our faces, however, were positioned to be visible from the room next door, "the bar".
The bar served liquor at an open cabinet next to the door. There were comfortable chairs for Men to use as they watched what was going on in the neighboring rooms. Each of the three neighboring walls had what looked like two shelves running from corner to corner. We were positioned in the neighboring rooms so our heads, between these shelves, could easily be seen from the Men at the bar like trophies of the hunt. There was, however, a 2-way mirror in front of our faces. All the Men in the bar could see us, but we had no choice but to see our own pitiful faces staring back at us. It was rough being watched but not knowing by whom. It was also hard worshipping a Man in the bar being surrounded by suffering sissies. Yet that wasn't all to being on "the bench", for we were also on the menu. Below each head was a short plaque that stated the flavor of the sissy's pre. A man could order a cocktail fresh from the tap. Sissy pre was teased out of the selected bitch by liberal use of a bullet vibrator resting against a sissy's cock cage. Sometimes a Man only ordered so that They could see a sissy scrunch up its face in agony.
One time a sissy had serviced a Man in one of the bedrooms. While a sissy was happily licking His Cock clean, the Man engaged in a little conversation. This was a very rare event; for most Men didn't acknowledge us verbally except to insult/compliment us.
"So, I think I've got a new cocksucker here. No complaints, cuntface; but I don't think I've seen this bitch here before. Any questions?"
A sissy spoke to Cock. "Lord, a sissy has no need to know, but just how does this place work? Who are these Men and how did They learn about this compound?"
"It's not all that difficult sissy. These places are all around the world. There's no advertising, Men who are in the know let those who want it know. Many who use the glory holes don't even realize there's an entire complex of cock worshippers on the other side. The glory holes are part of other businesses. Men pay for entry; they don't actually pay for the blowjob, so it's all legal and untouchable. They rate potential cocksuckers in the belief that the ones with high ratings stay there. They don't realize that the sissies who pass end up here. Those that don't pass... well ... that's for another time".
"The actual compound is made up of members like me. We each pay a fee for membership. Memberships are available for a night or for a year, as long as we got the cash. Again, we don't pay for sex, just for membership to the club. There are a whole bunch of rules we must agree to. Like how to behave if We see somebody We know has become a sissy. How We can arrange to take a sissy home with Us. What Not to do to a sissy. Shit like that." The Man said.
"Then there are the Officers. It's a small group that every member hopes to become a part of. People don't know how they decide who gets in, but an Officer get to choose sissies to go into the deeper halls of the complex and chooses members to become a part of their union." From the shifting of the Man's cock I could tell he had just looked behind him.
"And then there is the Owner. Scary as shit, but no one would ever say a word against him. He set everything here up, from the booths to the deep halls, only the Officers have ever seen him here. I only know Him by rumors, and thankfully that's all I'll ever know. Others say he's a master that can break any Man lower than a sissy, make them into his Toys. And as if that wasn't fucked up enough," he said, "He's bigger than shit."
"What do You mean, Sir?" I said.
"Those big metal dicks that you bitches drink from? I hear they're are all copies of His cock. Life-size copies." A sissy assumed that the conversation was the end of this service, but the Man was merely taking a rest from weighty matters.
"Swallow My Dick, cuntboy. And stay there with lips at My base." He said.
That was an honor. This Man had the most wonderfully unusual crotch. Its scent and feel were heavenly compared to most of the cocks I'd serviced. He was well muscled; from what a sissy could see, sculptors would have killed to render His Body in stone.
A sissy swallowed Cock and slowly sucked air around the Man's Dick so that he could breathe in the scent. "Alright, sissy. Now, look Me in the eye." A sissy froze, this had never happened before. A sissy's eyes only deserved to focus on a Man's crotch and ass. Then again, the only thing that mattered to a sissy was to serve the Cock and by extension theMan.So a sissy looked at the Man's face.
And a sissy choked.
This Man, this light gray Wolf was fucking beautiful. His fur was short and downy all over. Arms and Shoulders wide as the sea with smooth power rippling tensely. His short hair ruffled gave his crystal green eyes a predatory flair.
"Now and stare back at My Dick and Blow Me properly, sissy, but every time you get to My Groin, look Me in the eye and show Me how fucking lucky you know you are." He commanded
That, Sir, was something a sissy didn't need to told twice. The sissy massaged His Prick with its tongue and throat, worshipping each inch. And when the sissy reached the bottom the sissy turned up to look at His magnificent face and somehow from this fucking blowjob somehow felt something new. It was much later that I found out it was intimacy. It was something that had never been felt or known in any Man's prior care or even before a sissy became a sissy.
When He got close, He held a sissy's head against His groin and stared right down into a sissy's soul as He shot. A sissy almost came from the experience of having this Wolf Man shoot right down a sissy's throat.
He then took and collared the sissy into one of the rooms and left. A sissy's head spun for quite a long time after that. What the fuck was that? I knew nothing about the Man, and He knew nothing about me, but that intimacy was undeniable and breathtaking. Anonymous Intimacy. Fuck, what a concept. After all this shit from The Voice about how a sissy was supposed to be used this happened. Hot damn!
Some time later (Days? Weeks? Months? How could a sissy tell or why should a sissy care?), He returned and once again pulled a sissy into one of the bedrooms. He laid a sissy on the bed, face up, and kneeled and rammed his cock into its face. He tilted his head could stare into a sissy's eyes and soul ramming straight through the skull to the brain. "Eat My Cock, Bitch. Take that Cock deep as it can go. French kiss My dick and don't take those cocksucking eyes away from My face."
Abso-fucking-lutely, SIR! A sissy made tender love to the Man's Cock and never tasted any dick more wonderful. This beautiful unknowable intimate Wolf with his Cock among Cocks taking my mouth like the pussy I was. After a long period of tongue-massaging His Dick, as it increasingly stiffened from a sissy's insistent tongue, a sissy felt something slowly leaking into its mouth.
A sissy stared deep into those Canine eyes and smiled. Oh, Sir. Any gift from a Man like You would be cherished forever. A sissy swallowed and moaned. The Man smiled brightly and continued to feed. "Good little sissy. Make Me proud."
Proud? Proud of a sissy cocksucker? Hell yes, SIR. A sissy sucked harder. If this Man was proud to be with a sissy, then a sissy would be the most depraved cocksucking little sissy slut that the Wolf wanted. When He finished feeding the cat sissy his wonderful pre and got up from a sissy's tongue, I prayed for more. I damned prayed for more of this Wolf's pre in my belly. Hands folded, kneeling, literally praying for more, anything as long as I could spend more time in the presence of this Wolf Cock. "Please, Sir, what other perversities can a sissy perform for You, SIR? Whatever makes You proud, SIR, will be done."
The Man chuckled softly. "One step at a time, kid." Kid? Wow. There didn't seem to be much of an age difference. That meant it was a term of affection from thisMan. A sissy was shortly thereafter once again leashed in a room wondering what the fuck was going on. But something else happened after that, something that sent shivers down every Man's spine, and therefore every sissy's, within the compound.
For the Men here, there weren't any really any rules for how to dress here. Some stripped in the changing room and paraded themselves around stark naked, enjoying the hungry stares of every sissy who saw Them. Some stayed fully dressed, whether in business suits or worker's overalls and only freed Their Cocks after They pulled a sissy into whatever room They were about to use. Some walked around in jockstraps or thongs, knowing how sissies drooled to taste the fabric soaked with musk, sweat and pre. The only requirement for Men was to be cleaned to preserve the environment the sissies were kept in. And the other was that Men couldn't wear fetish gear because that privilege belonged to someone else.
Different Men came to the compound in black latex or brown leather fetish gear. Gear of high quality shone with studs of fine steel. Well worn riding crops in their hands tapping against their thighs. And their asses and cocks, smooth and stiff as if sculpted from pure stone.
Officers had arrived in the facility, where they went respect and fear followed. Men respected the Officers for only they could bring other members into the elite. Feared by sissies because They had the power to pull us into deeper pits of depravity within the compound. What were in those pits could only be imagined.
Each sissy serviced the Officers in fear. Well, honestly, in stark raving panic. Every Cock was worshiped; every Load was swallowed, of these Saints among Cock. Each sissy prayed that They would not be displeased. They pulled this sissy into the den and enjoyed a game with it. "Kneel, cumslut. Now open wide. No, OPEN FUCKING WIDE." A sissies jaws were wrenched as wide open as they could be. A sissy held them open in compliance, terrified that a sissy's mouth would give up to the Officers' anger. The Officers took turns jacking off and cumming into its open mouth, seeing who would be the first to score an "ace in the hole." A sissy was completely covered in cum before the game ended. It remained kneeling, drying and dripping with the seed becoming a sticky mess, as all the Officers simultaneously came into its mouth. "Don't lose a fucking drop, cum-dump." Given there were five glorious streams at once, it was a losing battle. "Damn you BITCH!, look at that goddamn cum-covered floor. Scrub it clean with that cock-loving tongue. NOW." A cheetah officer said.
Another Officer, a rat chimed in. "Hey, cunt. This entire room is actually preety fucking filthy. Cum and sissy spew all over the place. Get every goddamn inch of this floor clean. If it's not fucking spotless by the time I finish this beer, there's only one conclusion to make: this sissy a fucking cumdump. And We know just what to do with such pussies." A sissy sucked and licked as much of the goddamn floor clean as it could, but the Officer only had a few more sips in His beer when it started. The Rat Officer never intended to give a sissy a chance. It was no doubt time to suffer yet again.
A sissy was soon pulled out of the den for its failure and down several hallways to a place it had never been before. The Tubes. Here Men and Officers enjoyed themselves watching sissies drown in a fountain of cum. Inside a Tube, a sissy was bound standing with arms shackled high and feet set into a base. A sissy's mouth was held open by a spider gag for what was to happen next. For once a sissy was installed the Tube began with hidden jets shoot cum at the body and mouth of the entrapped sissy. Yet it wasn't the cum of a single person but a multitude of Men's cum from differing textures, temperatures and tastes. This was helped by some milking tubes that the Men could donate their Seed for. A monument to sissy cum lust that a sissy had to endure with steamy cum drying to flakes on the sissy's fur or skin and the mocking stares of the Men.
And there in the same room were what the Men used to pleasure themselves at this sight. The men called them "Gargoyles"
Each "Gargoyle" was a single sissy with its head shoved through the wall at waist height. However behind the wall, the sissy's body was bent back. It was cushioned so that a sissy didn't injure the goods. However on the same side as its face because of its positioning a sissy's feet were there to tease to a Man's delight. Of course dental gear made sure no sissy would dare attempt to bite the Cock they serviced. Now it might seem hypocritical that a sissy, who believed a Cock divine, would dare attempt to attack its Lord and Master. Yet frustrations and tears could go high and it was better for the safety of the Cocks if such an event never had a chance to occur.
Now this sissy was constantly stuck in the "Tanks" for the officer's pleasure. Sissy jaws held wide open, there was little choice but to use its tongue to manage the flow of Seed into swallows. This was awful work, since there wasn't even the opportunity to taste a Man's flesh. Seed was Seed but a sissy wanted, no needed Cock to maintain its existence. No intimacy like there was with The Adonis (A heresy, a sissy thinking of A Man in terms of Men instead of by Cock!). No emotional support, no care, no connection. A sissy wished it could be instead trapped as a "Gargoyle. Yeah, how fucking sad is that. That's how much a sissy craved Cock.
At some point in the middle of this sticky torment, a giant wad of hot spicy cum came smacking me in the face. "Suck down My Seed, you fucking slut."
A chill ran down my pussy spine ... it was The Voice. The One and Only who rapes every sissy's pathetic brain into belonging to this world. Something in a sissy's mind flicked on and it unquestioningly obeyed, stretching out its mouth wider with receive The Seed. He laughed and began leave, causing that rich mixture to drain away. As He did, a sissy strained its eyes and was bless to have a chance to look at His crotch.
A sissy gasped in shock, for the metal sculptures didn't deal the reality any favors. That massive, thick, mountain among rocks, Cock put nearly every Man in the world to shame. It was Him. The Owner.
Some time later a sissy was gratefully removed from its space in the "Tank, but it was only for it to be tested. A sissy was led by leash into a dark room. In the center was, of course, His rock-hard Cock. Around it spaced at five equidistant points were five booths with cocks sticking out of it. In each of the five booths were Officers. Then there was Him, before the Owner were bowls, actual red doggy bowls with loads of cum in each.
A sissy hadn't noticed the Owner in the room and shiver when He began to speak from the corner. A sissy dared to look and managed to hide his terror. The owner was a beastly masculine dragon with red scales and wings of leather. He was over seven feet tall of smooth carved muscle that any Man would give up his freedom for. That same dark, predatory, seductive Voice that was both a sissy's best friend and worst enemy was now addressing a sissy personally.
"I'm sure a sissy treasured the time spent being a receptacle for Our Cum. Now it is time to test what it learned. There are 5 Officers and 5 loads in the room. A sissy must now taste each load and each Officer's Prick and match the two. Each time a sissy must drag a plate with his teeth to the correct Cock and drink His bowl clean in front of Him. There's no problem in going back and forth between Bowls and Dicks to determine the proper match. And sissy, these Betters have more important things to attend to, so be done within ten minutes. Get to work. Failure will mean spending another tour in our "Tanks" to better get to study each Officer's Cum."
There was only one thing to do: shove aside all thoughts of pride and get this fucking job over and done with. A sissy crawled to the first bowl and got a whiff and taste, the smell and flavor meant that this was harvested fresh. It then crawled to the first Officer's Cock and tasted His Dick. Thankfully, Their Cocks dripped from their recent Orgasms. No, it was not a match. Back to the bowl and on to the next Officer. Nope, not Him. Back to the bowl and on to the third. Bingo. A sissy dragged the bowl over to the third Officer and began to drink a sissy's fill. I didn't dare use my hands because the Officers were watching and what punishments that were brought down from disobeying the Owner would likely be worse than nightmares.
"Look up at Me, cumhead." A cumhead obeyed. The officer's wore a leather hood preventing any way to see His face. A cumhead could tell He was a Panther though. But looking up at the Man while slurping and draining his Cum from a bowl was beyond humiliating; it was acknowledging this new position as the lowest most pathetic and perverse subfur imaginable.
On to the second bowl ... and then the fourth.
Two more loads to drink and two more Officers to guess from. By this time a shithead sissy had pretty much licked their Cocks clean from all the previous tastings. And both bowls of Cum tasted the same at that point.
A sissy was fucking doomed. There was nothing else to do but guess and hope for the best. It dragged a bowl at random to the fourth Officer and drank it down. And the last bowl in front of the fifth.
"OK, cuntface. Kneel in front of each Officer as He reveals a number. Then turn over the bowl and see if the numbers match. Start with the First." Damn it! The numbers were on the bottom?!?! Fuck they were good, either way a sissy would be forced to rely on its skill because even if a sissy knew this little trick it would still be punished for wasting Men's Cum. It crawled to the first Officer and He in the booth turned a plate that revealed the number 2 painted upon it. A cumfaced sissy turned over the bowl to show the same number. The next Officer and the next bowl were 5. And the third matched with the number 4.
Which left numbers 1 and 3. A sissy would have prayed, but there was no god but Cock in that room to pray to. And it didn't care one shitload for a sissy. It knelt reverently in front of the 4th Officer and bit its lip in fear as He revealed the number 1. It turned over the plate and let out its breath as the plate also showed number 1. That meant when it knelt in front of the final Officer that both plate and bowl would reveal a matching 3.
"So, cuntface, they say `You are what you eat.' Tell us all what that then makes you."
"A cunt hole, SIR?"
"Damn fucking right. A pussy front and back. There will be no forgetting that. I promise." The Owner said. There was little doubt that promise would hold true. But He wasn't finished yet.
"Since a tank suck did so well on his test, it's clearly time to go to the next advanced field of study." He sounded nearly giddy with excitement. "Time to visit the Nursery."
A sissy was silent and slack jawed, not believing its ears. "The Nursery, Lord?"
"Yes, cum breath. Men aren't the only superiors to be serviced." Moments later a cunt hole cocksucker was led down more new halls into the Nursery. What was in here would be better undescribed. But enough must be said so other can fully understand the terror of the "Nursery."
There were somewhere between 20 and 30 other sissies already in this room. Sissies were seized and wrapped up standing and leaning over some piles of long pink fleshy material. It stank to holy hell with seed and slime. A sissy prayed that was not here to perform cleaning duties. There were holes in the walls just like in the fuck room. A sissy was shoved through those holes so that its head could be seen by the Men in the bar. It's unlikely that few of Them would know of a sissy's fate; a sissy had never heard any Man discuss the Nursery before.
A sissy was laid down on the pink tentacles and the slimy limbs wrapped around and tightly squeezed binding a sissy into place. Once a sissy was properly installed and head shoved through the hole, one of the Officers fucked it hard, putting out and letting His seed shoot all around a sissy's butthole. That was the only trigger these tentacles needed. Almost as soon as the Officers left, a sissy felt tentacles around his back hole, stretching and loosening his ass open. Then one those tentacles started to slide into its ass exploring every nook and cranny.
Something put a pair of headphones on a sissy's head. Oh God no, please not again... "A cunt slut sissy is inferior to Anyone and Anything with a Cock. A cum hungry inferior piece of trash should consider itself lucky to be allowed to even inhale a Man's the mere whiff of a True Man's Musk. Subfur sleeves are grateful to be screwed by any cock of any male at any time...."
And right about then, the Creature stuffed several of its lengths inside a screaming cuntbitch's fuckhole. This inhuman, diabolical torture of ass continued for what seemed like forever: a nonstop tentacle rape, no chance of being allowed even the peace of sleep. Wads and wads of what seemed like endless loads of tentacle spunk were shot up the stretched-out holes of sissies locked in here. These tentacles weren't one-shot dicks; they kept going again and again, filling our insides with slush. Sometimes a sissy got its own sissy cunt subjected to the king of teasing cracks, a sloshing ribbed and spiny space that danced dripping agony out of our slits for the drinks of Men. And through it all, His Voice crept ever deeper into what little remained of the souls of the sissies inside. "There is nothing lower than a cockloving cunt whore ... A sissy becomes a true bitch for dick ... A sissy aches to be used by every Length it sees ...." More and more did the Cock, no any length fill up the worlds of sissies.
Several things were learned much later after being released from the Nursery, one was that the mixture ejaculated by the tentacles and left to ferment in our cleaned colons eventually hardened to become containers from which the compounds used to control and maintain sissies were harvested from. Another thing was that sometime during this eternity in hell; a discussion was going on that a sissy knew nothing about. Even though I learned about this very conversation much later in life, it better to explain things in chronological order when possible. Things make better sense in that way. Besides, it was very important, for it changed a sissy's life further than even it thought possible.